Business (Part 4)

by Mally Stewart, and written for Camilla

Jason Sturgess sat in his office twisting a lock of hair above his right ear as was his wont when worried.
He felt that something was going on between his wife, Jessica, and the man with her on the business trip, Marshall Williams.
He couldn't state any specific thing that made him feel more worried than he'd been the day before, but one didn't rise to great success in the business world without an acute awareness that extended far beyond the regular 5 senses.
Call it ESP if you like, but nobody goes from a poor childhood to major business success without it.
Factually, he'd seen the chemistry between them before they'd gone off to Florida to look at those strip malls he was so desperate to sell, but married people, responsible married people, were supposed to be able to handle chemistry and maintain their fidelity.
He thought of an affair or two that he had indulged in and amended his thought.
Well, married women, anyway.

The level of alarm he was feeling rose when Williams' office called because they couldn't find him in his hotel room.
Then, when he'd called Jessica, he'd gotten the distinct impression that she had changed in some imperceptible way.
He couldn't put a finger on it.
She'd seemed in an awful hurry to hang up, but then, perhaps she really did have to pee badly, as she'd said.
She had called him back within a few minutes, and again he'd sensed that something was different about her.
Had she been a little breathless?
Perhaps, but that could be explained if she'd hurried to get back to him.
But there were inconsistencies in the speed of her responses.
When in normal conversation, Jessica was very fast to respond.
She knew her mind and was not prone to hesitancy. Except during that phone call!

He had an expectation that, now that the business part of the trip was over, she would come home right away.
Yet, when he'd asked her about it, she'd been vague, saying that she'd have to ask Marshall.
With that, she'd told him that she better go and find Marshall and, again, had seemed in a hurry to hang up.

Then came the next phone call, about an hour later.
Jessica explained that Marshall's office had discovered a discrepancy in the figures of the Coral Gables mall and they'd have to stay in Miami over the weekend and check out the problem on Monday.
Marshall, she said, also wanted to do a personal body count at the mall - that is, count the number of people going to the mall.
Now Jason had alarm bells going off in his head!

Without telling Jessica, he decided to fly down to Miami himself and see what was really going on, if anything.
He called for a limousine ride to the airport, knowing that Delta had so many flights to Miami that there'd be no problem.
The flight from Atlanta to Miami was short, and he found himself there by 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
He checked into the hotel that she was staying at.
He called her room. No answer.
He called Marshall's room. No answer.
Saturday afternoon.
Where would they be? He chanced blowing his cover and asked the Concierge if he'd seen Mr. Williams.
The man nodded and pointed to the beach across the street. Jason thanked him and walked out, crossed Collins and leaned against a railing on the other side.
Scanning the bodies on the beach, he couldn't see them.
He started looking further down the beach when something in the water caught his eye.
It was Williams! There was no mistaking that giant body!
And he had a blonde in his arms, and they were bobbing up and down in the waves, obviously having a lot of fun.
The woman had her back to him, but he knew it was Jessica.
Who else had that elegant line of neck and shoulders, that straight, supple back?
His heart dropped to his stomach.
His suspicions were true!
A lull in the wave action exposed their bodies below the waist and he was shocked to see that Jessica had her legs wrapped around Williams.
Things were far, far worse than he'd suspected!

His immediate response was an urge to run out into the water and rip her away from him.
Being who, and what, he was, he managed to clamp a tight lid on his erupting emotions.
He sank down on the ground, whelmed by what he'd seen.
Jessica! How could she do this to him?
She'd said she loved him.
Only him!
How could she be out there in the ocean with that strange black man making a public spectacle of herself?
His head felt like it would explode!
A cynical inner voice asked, 'Is that what it is? Because he's black?'

'No!' Jason argued with himself.
'That's got nothing to do with it! Jessica with another man - any other man - that's what it's all about!'

Denial reared its head and he poked his head up for another look.
They were there, walking out of the waves, holding hands!
She was laughing and dancing around him, exhibiting a great deal of intimacy.
And where had she gotten that suit!
It was the skimpiest bikini he'd ever seen, serving to conceal nothing of Jessica's charms.
Williams wore a great happy smile, and Jason developed an instant hatred for the man.
Didn't he have his own wife?
Didn't he have enough groupies from his basketball days?
Why did he have to take Jessica? Bastard!

Plans whirred around in his mind and were instantly discarded.
Go back to the hotel and meet them later, pretending that he knew nothing?
Could he pull that off? Not likely! Confront them?
That was his favorite option, but he discarded it.
Trained to think in terms of the deal, he knew that he would wait until the deal was finalized, the papers signed and the money in the bank.
Then he'd make his move! Bucked up by the thought of taking Williams' money and then getting his revenge, he decided to go home. Clearly, Jessica had already betrayed him, so he was too late to do anything about that.
And then, he remembered with relish, there was that red-headed girl in the data-entry pool.
Yes, he would find some overtime for her!

Jessica had no idea that her husband had seen her with Marshall.
In fact, she was so absorbed with Marshall that she hadn't noticed anyone else at all.
The man was a sex machine!
He brought her sensations she'd never imagined, and in fact had awakened a whole new person in her. This new Jessica felt open and free, willing and able to experience pleasure without remorse.
Earlier that day, when he'd suggested that he make love to her while she talked to her husband on the phone, she'd been outraged at first, but that had been the old Jessica.
The new Jessica began taking over while she sat on the toilet.
She had to admit that the thought of making love to Marshall while talking to Jason was highly stimulating.
She felt confident that Marshall would be quiet because if he gave her away, he'd be giving himself away too.

Marshall took the opportunity to join her in the bathroom and relieved himself without shyness in front of her.
They took a quick shower, and he carried her back to the bed.
"Call him, Baby! Call him now!" he urged her as he set her down on the bed.
Seeing her hesitation he held her face and kissed her.
His tongue in her mouth was delicious, and she found herself weakening to him again.

"Promise me you'll be quiet," she said. His excitement grew in acknowledgment that she was going to do it.

He suckled her nipples as she dialed the number, then turned her on her side with her back to him as she began talking to her husband.
He put his head next to hers so he could hear the conversation and, with gentle fingers, began caressing her bottom and running them into the warm area between her legs.
She was very wet already, so he began entering her.
She made a brave effort to continue the conversation with her husband, and he rewarded her by sliding deeper inside her.
She lay back against him, almost in a stupor.
He could hear Jason talking about some deal he was working on, and he pulled her face to him and kissed her deeply, their lips a mere inch from the mouthpiece.
When Jason paused, expecting a response, he released her lips so that she could utter an "oh yeah?" or "that's good."
Her eyes were growing more desperate the longer Jason spoke.
Her control was on a thin wire, and she could easily fall at any moment!
He could see the muscles in her neck tensing as she fought to control her breathing.
Her body was heating up as the need to react to him was suppressed.
Finally Jason gave her a way out by asking when she'd be home, and she told him she had to go find Marshall to find out.
Without waiting for his answer she told him so long and slammed the phone down.
She was hot!
She turned to face Marshall and quickly sucked Mario back up inside her, and then let her body go crazy.
It was amazing.
She'd been so scared of the size of him, and had thought that she would be really sore after making love to him last night, but no.
After she'd humped herself to a shattering orgasm, she mentioned the thought to him.

"A cunt is a wonderful thing," he told her matter of factly.
"Of all the human organs, male or female, it is the most resilient and the most able to take a beating and keep coming and coming and coming."

They laughed together.
She realized that she had never enjoyed anybody as much as she was enjoying Marshall Williams. He was calm and reassuring, witty and entertaining, really big and strong, and a magnificcent lover.
She understood that he was right when he'd told her that her ass would be his. It was.

"I suppose I'll have to go home sometime," she said.
"He thinks I'm coming home today."

Marshall nodded. "Yeah, I heard. Are you ready to go home?"

"You mean, have I had enough of you?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, if you like."

She eyed him speculatively. Had he had enough of her? "I guess I'd better go. I wouldn't want him to miss me too badly."

"What do you mean?"

"He's not unattractive, you know, and there are some pretty girls in the office....."

"Who'd eat spam when they could have caviar?" he asked.

"A hungry man who can't get his hands on his caviar, that's who!"
If he was getting tired of her, he now had the perfect opening to end this affair.

"Let me call my office," he said.
He went through the connecting doors into his own room, and she heard him talking. He came back after a while, a frown on his face.
"I'm afraid there's a problem," he said. She felt her heart drop. "What?" With her? With the deal?

My staff have found a discrepancy in the numbers reported by this mall here in Coral Gables.
The reported gross income is in doubt. I'm afraid that we'll have to stay and sort it out."

"But it's Saturday! We won't be able to do anything until Mon......" she realized what he'd done.
She slapped him playfully. "You set me up, you sneaky bum!"

He grabbed her slapping hand and pulled her to him.
"I'll never get enough of you! Never! You're the greatest, Baby!"

"In what way?" She was fishing, but playfully.

"Oh wow! The way you look, the way you walk, the way you make me feel when we're close, the way you........"

"Fuck?" She put in for him.

"Yeah! That's what it is. The way you fuck!" Unbelievably, they were on fire again. A bit later, when they'd slaked their passion, and he still deep inside her, he said, "I know another major turn-on that I bet you've never tried."

"What's that?"

"Fucking in public."

"Fucking in public? Are you crazy? What do you think I am?"

"Yes, I am crazy, and I think you're the hottest, sweetest, best cunt I've ever fucked."

She slapped him, quite hard. "You think I'm a cunt?"

"In the nicest way! Honestly! You know by now that I LOVE cunt.
I live for cunt.
It is what motivates me, what inspires me. I go to sleep at night thinking about cunt.
I wake up in the morning with cunt on my mind. Believe me, when I say you're a major cunt, that's a compliment, Baby."

She slapped him again, not as hard. "You've been reading Lady Chatterley's Lover, haven't you?"

"No, I swear! I just love cunt. I especially love your cunt. It seems to be made for my Mario, a perfect fit."

"How many women have you made love to?"
She didn't want to know, but it was out before she could think about it.

He sighed. "Jealousy is not one of the things I like in a cunt."

Stung by his words and tone, she rose up off him. "With this cunt, Mister, you get it all. If that's not good enough for you, too bad!"

He was instantly conciliatory. "Slow down, Mama! Whoah! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

At this small victory she felt a rush of relief. Unexamined, she'd become so subordinated to him and his sexual prowess, and their relationship thus so unbalanced, that it was good to feel that she had some power over him, too.
"I'm hungry," she said. "Let's go get some breakfast!"

"OK, but first, call your husband and tell him you'll be staying over a few more days."

"With you inside me?"

He grinned. "No, not this time. This is business."


After a late breakfast they strolled along Collins Avenue, taking in the sights and sounds of South Beach.
The colors made her feel more alive. The mobs of excited people, people of all shades and sizes and varieties, energized her.
The art deco buildings created an aura of a fantasy world, liberating her.
They came to a shop selling swimwear and Marshall led her inside.

"What are we doing here?" she asked.

He picked out a bikini, held it up, eyeing her, measuring her in his mind. He shook his head, put it back, picked out another one.
Eventually he found one he liked and asked her if she'd like to try it on. The bottoms were just a triangle of cloth and strings. Her butt cheeks would be completely uncovered!
The tops were even smaller triangles and strings! "I'm not wearing that!" she said.
"Eve had more clothing in the Garden of Eden!"

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Public sex, Baby. Remember?"

She looked at him in horror. "Here? In this shop?"

He considered that for a moment, shook his head. "No. On the beach! In the water!"

"Well then, we'll need one for you, too," she said, picking through the men's suits.
She didn't really believe him, but proceeded as though to call his bluff.
She found a black Speedo, large, that looked like it might fit.
At least, it was made of some kind of stretchy spandex-like material.
He picked out some sun-tanning oil. "I'm going to rub this all over you," he told her.
The saleslady heard and grinned at them. They paid for their purchases and, smiling conspiratorially at each other, left.

Marshall took her to a Cuban restaurant where they sat and watched the crowds go by and drank black, sweet coffee.
He put his hand on her leg under the table, moved it upward. She squirmed a little, gave him a dirty look.
"Someone might see you!" she hissed.

He grinned. "That's the point, Baby."

His hand reached her apex, stopped. "Did I mention, when you're out with me, no panties?"

"You're too much!" She was slapping him a lot lately, but she couldn't help but smile. The new Jessica was happy, and that was the Jessica she was living now.

After a much-needed siesta she put on her new swim suit.
She giggled happily as she gave him a fashion parade and he started stuffing bills into her bottoms. Marshall was a sight in the trunks.
For all their large size and expandable material they were very, very tight.
Every line and bulge stood out in clear relief.
"God! You'll be mobbed out on the beach in that!"

"Yeah, I know." He grinned. We'll wear these hotel towel-robes. Until we get near the water."

She looked at him.
Was he serious? Was he really planning on making love to her in the water, in sight of hundreds of people? The old Jessica refused to believe it, refused to believe that she could get herself into such a situation. Impossible!

In deference to his celebrity status, he wore a hat low down over his face. He hadn't minded being seen and recognized out on the streets, but on the beach, in those trunks, and doing what he was planning, it was better not to be recognized.

They found a fairly open spot and spread their towels out on the sand. Jessica lay down and Marshall rubbed oil on her body.
He didn't miss any part of her.
She objected when he placed his oily hand inside the puny triangle of cloth that covered her.
"People can see us!" She protested.

"Too bad, Baby! I've got to get Lady Mine oiled up so she'll be ready for me."

She gave him a look. "You're really going to do this, aren't you?"

He nodded. "Absolutely, Baby. Absolutely!"

"Then I'd better oil you up, too."
She pulled his robe over him and started rubbing his huge cock, oiling it, reveling in the feel of it springing to life in her hand.
"Think you can walk around with that thing sticking out like that?" She laughed at him, and ran away, into the water.

Not bothering to hide his aroused state, he jumped up and followed her in, his running stride helping to hide his state.
He caught up with her and grabbed her, and together they fell into the shallow water.
She came up spluttering and cursing.
People around them gaped, and smiled.
He picked her up and carried her deeper into the water, beyond where the vacationers felt comfortable.
They were deep enough so that the rising waves lifted him off the sandy bottom, and he could float.
He went under the water and bit her stomach.
She tried wrestling him, but he was far too strong.
He was going to do whatever he wanted and there was no way she could stop him.
He came up and took a deep breath, then pulled her under with him and they kissed.
There is something about kissing under water that makes it different from kissing in air.
Wet lips slide more easily, and then there's the need to hold your breath for as long as humanly possible.
Whatever the mechanics, the kiss turned her on.
She forced the leg of his trunks aside and pulled Mario out.
She ducked under the water and, for the first time, took him into her mouth.
He expanded rapidly and she had to let go, but she kept a grip on him with her hand.
He kissed her deeply and she felt his hand moving the bikini aside.
She put her legs around him, and helped him to make his entry.

The waves pushed them toward the shore, and he swam on his back with Jessica clinging to him.
Deep enough again, he floated easily, mashing her body to his as they made love.
A young man on a surf-board sailed by, gawking at them. "Way to go, man!" he yelled.

Jessica was so turned on by the audacity of fornicating in public that she came quite quickly.
She kissed Marshall lovingly, thanking him for the experience.
"Come," she said. "Let's go back to the hotel and I'll finish you off."
They started walking out of the water.

"You mean, with what you started just now?" He was referring to her taking him in her mouth.

"You'll just have to wait," she told him, dancing around him, teasing him.
"But if you're a very good boy, I might give it a try."

He hugged her tight, unaware that they were being watched.

Business (Part 3)

Written by Mally Stewart for Camilla.

Jessica returned to consciousness to find Marshall staring at her.
She saw a kind of awe in his eyes, which vanished quickly when he saw her looking at him.
She took stock of her surroundings. She was still on his bed with her legs hanging off the edge.
Fully dressed. She blushed as she realized that, in their passion, they'd gone straight into action without removing a single article of clothing! Marshall chuckled.
"You're blushing. Why?"

"It's a funny thing to say, but I'm blushing because my clothes are still on! God! I haven't been that hot in..... well, ever!"
She blushed even more and he laughed at her.
She liked the sound of it. His deep voice resonated inside her, inside the feminine part of her, making her feel more alive as a woman, more sexy herself.
She returned his look and felt the chemistry again.
She was surprised at herself. Here, she'd just had the most intense sexual experience of her life with who knows how many orgasms, and rather than feeling satisfied she was wanting more.

"Time for bed," he said, easily picking her up and carrying her out of the bedroom.

"Where are we going?" She was a little mystified, a little apprehensive.

"I want to fuck you in your bed," he said, his voice matter of fact. "If that's OK with you?"

She gave her answer by pulling his head down to hers and kissing him deeply. The business woman in her wondered about what was happening, why she was behaving so irresponsibly, but she waved it off. She was, for the first time in her life, wholly and only woman.


He took his time undressing her, tenderly caressing and kissing each newly exposed part of her, causing her to shiver in ecstacy. She heard his sharp intake of breath when he pulled the dress up over her breasts. She counted herself among the blessed when it came to her breasts.
They were firm and beautifully formed, neither small nor large, with nipples like pencil erasers resting in a sea of burgundy - her large areolae - and pointing perkily upward and outward.
He took one of them between his two hands and reverently touched the nipple with his tongue.
"My God!" he whispered as the nipple hardened and expanded.
He took the nipple into his mouth, sucked on it and rubbed his tongue over the tip.
Jessica, with her half-removed dress covering her face, groaned and fell back onto her bed. He pulled the dress over her head and dropped it on the floor.
"I want to kiss you," he breathed.
"More than I've ever wanted to kiss anybody. You do things to me, Baby, things that nobody's ever done to me before!"
With that his full fleshy lips were on hers, covering hers.

"Get your clothes off!" She mumbled through the kiss.
"No, wait! I'll do it."
Using the techniques he'd used on her, she gradually, slowly, exquisitely, exposed his body, and marveled at each part of it. He was well-muscled without being bulky.
His exposed skin glistened in the dim light of the hotel room.
After a long time, there was nothing left but his briefs. Accidentally, she was also wearing only her panties.
"I'll take yours off if you get mine," she teased him.
He needed no further urging and in a moment her panties were history.
She gently moved a hand under the elastic band of his briefs.
The bulge in there was evidence that he was aroused, and that there was a lot to arouse.
She wanted to feel him before seeing. Her fingers touched the silky skin, felt how hot it was. She found the head and pulled it above the elastic. It was huge, almost as big as her fist! Alarm filled her.
Could she take a monster like that? Would it rip her open?
Certainly, it would have to hurt like hell! Geez! Jason was not even half this size!

Marshall sensed her sudden fear.
He pushed her hand away, finished the job of undressing.
He gently positioned her on the bed, on her side, lay down beside her and held her close.
She could feel him with every inch of skin from her toes to her head.
His naked legs were pressed against her naked legs, his torso against hers, his face next to hers.
The contrast of black on white caught and held her attention, stimulating her. He was so dark, she, so pale.
She could feel his penis throbbing against her stomach.
She reached for it again, cupping it in her hand. It was not only thick, but long too.
The man was built in every way! "What do you call him?"

"Mario."

"Mario? Why Mario?"

"You know, that video game. The guy who's always crawling around inside pipes."

"Oh! I get it!" She laughed. Marshall had a quirky sense of humor that she really liked.

She felt his hand on her vagina. "What do you call her?"

"I don't have a name for her."

"Well! We'll have to take care of that!"
He unlocked her side of the connecting doors and went through into his suite, his door being already unlocked.
She watched appreciatively as he moved, enjoying the alternate bunching up of his butt cheeks as he walked. He came back with a fresh bottle of champagne.

"What are you doing?" She asked, not wanting to start drinking again. Hell, it was almost morning already!

"Don't worry," he grinned.
"I know exactly what to do." He popped the cork. Kneeling next to her on the bed he moved her legs apart then placed a hand under her butt.
He poured champagne into her fluffy hair, caught the overspill with his hand and rubbed it on her lips. "I hereby name thee Lady Mine," he said.
He took a mouthful of champagne and placed his head between her legs and began kissing and licking her again, this time with champagne on his tongue.

"Why Lady Mine?" she got out between gasps.

"Once I make love to you, Baby, your ass will be mine forever."

"Pretty sure of yourself, huh, fella?"

'You betcha!"

"I suppose it's not appropriate to bring this up now, but you do remember that I'm married?"

"Yeah, Baby. I know. So am I. That makes us even."

"Not really. Only if my husband made love to your wife."

That stopped him for a moment. Then he laughed. "I'd like to see that! Wheeeyou!"

"You'd find that amusing?"

"If I could watch, I might."

"Don't you love your wife?"

"Of course I do! Just as much as you love your husband!"

"Touche!"

He moved up the bed and kissed her.
She tasted champagne on his lips, and the musty taste of herself.
It was an amazing turn-on! "Be gentle," she told him, taking Mario and placing him at her entrance. He began by rubbing himself inside her outer lips, lubricating himself with her juices, which were really flowing now.
He rolled over onto his back and placed her on top of him.
"You do it, Baby. Take your time." She sat on him and he played with her nipples.
She leaned back and fondled his balls while riding on his log.
She got hotter and hotter, then she could wait no longer.
Holding Mario in her hand, she raised herself so that he was positioned correctly, then lowered herself fractionally.
She could feel herself opening to absorb him.
It didn't hurt. Not yet.
"Help me," she told him. "Open me up with your fingers."

Ever so slowly, in back and forth motions, she got his bulbous head inside her.
She fell down on his chest, tired from the effort. There had been some pain, but it was just another sensation in a riot of sensations.
Relaxing, she concentrated on the feel of that head inside her.
She felt stretched to the limit, every cell burning with a demand for more, but she was scared to move.
She sought his lips, and they kissed passionately for several minutes. All the time she was acutely aware of him inside her.
Unbidden, her stomach muscles began clenching and she felt herself moving around him, felt him moving deeper inside her.

Eventually he was all the way in.
She couldn't believe it, that she had absorbed that huge monster! In slow motions, and gradually increasing in speed and intensity, she began humping him seriously.
In short order she felt the orgasm building, then it washed over her and she lost it, moaning out loud in her passion-drenched state.
Really loud.

Marshall laughed, amused at her. He rolled her over again, let some of his weight rest on her. "Are you ready, Lady Mine?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm ready!"

"Ready for what?"

"Ready to make love!"

"You mean, ready to be fucked?"

"Yes!"

"Say it."

"What?"

"Tell me you're ready to be fucked. Tell me you want to be fucked by me. Tell me you want to be fucked like you've never been fucked in your life. Tell me you want your cunt tore up by my big, black cock. Tell me!"

"Yes, yes! I want it!" She was trying to thrust up against him, but he was preventing her with his weight.

"Say the word. Say you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Not very convincing. Try again."

She was becoming very frustrated. 'I want you to fuck me, you jerk!"

"That's better. Now tell me you want my big dick deep up inside your little pink pussy."

"I want your big dick deep inside my little pink pussy," she gasped, trying to relieve the burning urge overwhelming her.

"All right, then!" He laughed and then, first in long, slow thrusts, he complied with her wish and put his strong, athletic body to work on her.
She couldn't believe herself. Her whole body had become a sensing sexual organ, as though her vagina had expanded to encompass all of her being.
Every part of her shivered and tingled, convulsed, pushed and writhed. She heard loud panting, interspersed with whimpering noises, vaguely realized that it was hers, but out of her control.
Their bodies united and parted in great thrusts.
Sweat rolled off them, swamping the bed.
Finally, relief! The most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced rolled over her.
She thrashed around, throwing his body around like a toy, not realizing that she was much too small to be able to do that.

He was still hard inside her. With wonder, she acknowledged that he was a very special lover.
He was tender with her until the fires built up again, and then he began tending to his own need.
She felt his true strength for the first time, and was awed by it.
Then he began to come. She could feel the hot liquid spurting inside her, and it felt good. Another orgasm shook her.

The phone woke her up. Blearily she opened her eyes, squinting.
It was full daylight. Had that all really happened, or was it a crazy dream? No. Marshall still lay beside her, sleeping.
The phone rang again and he grumbled and pulled a pillow over his head.

"Hello?"

"Jess?" It was Jason!
In sudden panic she jumped from the bed, as though Jason could see her in bed with Marshall!
Her nakedness, the feel of sex all over her, the smell of their love-making, it all hit her at once. "Jess?" His voice was louder.
"Jess, are you there?"

"Oh, hi Honey. How are you?"
She made her voice sound awake, cheerful. What had she done!
Marshall pulled the pillow off his head, looked to see what was going on.
She put her finger to her lips, cautioning him to be quiet.

"Have you seen Marshall? His office called. They can't find him."

"Oh? He was here last night. I mean - here in the hotel!" Marshall pulled her back onto the bed, put his head next to hers so that he could listen.

"Well, if you see him, tell him to call his office."

"OK. Is there any problem?"

"Not that I know of. Some technical questions about how the deal is to be structured."

"I see." Marshall nibbled her ear-lobe.
She tried pushing him away, but he grinned and, leaning around her shoulder, grabbed a nipple between his lips.

Jason was telling her about some deal he was working on. Marshall was playing with her breasts, her throat.
She wanted to stop him, but couldn't think of a way without alerting Jason that something was going on.
Then, the things he was doing began working on her. She felt her body heating up all over again.
Marshall pushed her down on her back, spread her legs and placed a finger inside her. She shook her head at him, but he just smiled.

In all her life, this was the greatest quandary she'd ever been in. Her husband on the telephone, her lover with her in the bed, working on making her hot.
She became aware that her breathing was becoming louder, moved the phone away from her mouth, hoping that Jason wouldn't notice. Marshall's finger was really working magic on her! She grunted.

"What?" Jason asked.

"Excuse me, Honey. I burped. Ate breakfast too fast, I guess."

Marshall smiled at her, a knowing, leering, approving look.
He turned her on her side, her back to him, and, unbelievably, she felt him entering her! She had to hang up! Now!

"Excuse me Jason, can I call you back? I've GOT to go pee!"

"Oh, all right, Honey. I'll be here."

She slammed the phone down and furiously demanded to know what the hell Marshall thought he was doing.

"Admit it! You're turned on as all hell, aren't you?" He was inside her and began thrusting in and out. "Call him back and talk to him while I make love to you."

"Are you nuts! That's my HUSBAND! One slip and my whole marriage could be over!"

"I know! That's what makes it so exciting! Go on, call him back!"

"No. I think it's wrong."
As she said it, she noticed that she nevertheless was responding to his quiet thrusts.
Her body's demands over-ruled her common sense.
What was it about this guy?
"If I do, will you promise to be quiet?"

"Yes. As long as you let me stay inside you while you talk to him."

"You like being inside me?"

"Oh yes, Baby. I LOVE it. Don't you like me inside you?"

"Hmmm. So so." She grinned to herself.
She couldn't see his face, but suspected an indignant expression.

He gave her a hard, deep thrust.
"If you're really good, I'll let you make love to me while I speak to my wife."

She looked at him. "You're weird!" She pulled away from him.
"I really do have to go pee!"

Business (Parts 1 and 2)

Written for Camilla by Mally Stewart.

How do you know when your wife is attracted to another man?
Or, more correctly, how do you react when you assemble all the tiny perceptions and the emerging picture advances through suspicion to certainty?
Oh sure, you know that men are attracted to her, that's a no-brainer.
And sure, as a super salesperson she plays the game of interpersonal responses with powerful men.
That's all in the game - the game of business. Sure, hints of sex are used as a spice in that game, but the game of sex is another animal altogether.

Jason Sturgess, the whizz-kid of Real Estate Investment Trusts in the 80's, was very proud of his wife, and with good reason.
While some of his friends had beautiful young wives - trophy wives - his was much more than a pretty bauble.
True, she was a beauty. In fact, Jessica Falcone-Sturgess was a stunner! Tall, at 5'10", and slender, at 120 lbs, she moved with the slinky grace of a leopard, attracting the eye by the way she combined form and motion.
But, the attraction was no less palpable when she stopped moving and fastened her bright green eyes on you and an awareness crept into your consciousness that there was a formidable presence inside the glossy packaging, that behind all those looks a keen mind was at work, appraising you, measuring you, probing for your strengths, and weaknesses.
To meet her frank appraisal with one of your own was to be rewarded with a welcoming smile, as though you had entered her private domain.
I should specify that it was the attempt that was rewarded, for there was no weakness apparent in Jessica Falcone-Sturgess.
In addition to the assets already enumerated, her skin glowed with translucent health; when she smiled, her teeth were white and straight.
Her honey-colored hair - natural - had a life of its own, bouncing around her shoulders with each flick of her head.

She wore silk. Silk dresses. Silk blouse and skirt combinations. Once in a while, when an especially important deal was on the line, she would wear a silk business suit.
Earth colors mostly. Tan and muted yellow and burnt orange.
Whatever variety of clothing she wore, one thing they all had in common.
They clung to her willowy body, adding to the visual delight.
The shapes were there - the rise of her breasts with the pointed nipples swinging outward, the lovely bell-curve of her waist, and the unmistakable bulge of her glutes.
She was at once physically moist and juicy, and mentally aloof and unattainable.
The interplay between those opposites caused many a man to insist that his wife buy the house she had shown them.

Why would such an exquisite creature be selling real estate instead of modeling in Paris or acting in Hollywood?
The fact is, she was making around a million a year in commissions, and that paled into peanuts next to the resulting profits that went to Sturgess Real Estate Partners. Although REITS were not as fashionable as they once had been, the company nevertheless bought and sold millions of dollars worth of commercial properties every month.
Office buildings, medical complexes, shopping malls, trailer parks - even the dull but highly profitable mini warehouses that had become so popular throughout the country.

Jason had watched her over the 5 years of their marriage, and knew how she used her beauty to lure men into her charms. The brief touching of hands.
The secret smile.
The full eye contact while the man was speaking, letting him know that her attention was totally on him. Watching her now he could not suppress the sense of disquiet that grew as the meeting progressed.
Marshall Williams, the basketball player turned businessman, was indeed an impressive physical presence.
At 6'8" he towered over Jason Sturgess, even when they were seated.
He was intimidating, his size alone tending to diminish the potency of lesser men. Jason, for the first time in their relationship, felt threatened. Jessica was going through her usual routines, but her demeanor was different. Her eyes were brighter, her cheeks more flushed.
There was an extra warmth in her smile, a deeper note in her chuckle. Her back seemed straighter, her breasts more prominent.
No, there could be no doubt, chemistry was happening right before Jason's eyes.

His instincts told him to pull the plug. True, Williams was the first buyer in months to show any interest in that chain of strip malls in Florida that he'd been trying to unload for the last year, but was that worth risking the integrity of his marriage?
"Whoah boy!" He told himself. He was already assuming the worst!
This was ridiculous! The hallmark of success in business was a tight control of emotions.
He sighed. He had trusted Jessica and she had rewarded his trust.
Stay with the trend.

He realized that both of them were looking at him. "What?" He asked.

"I said, would you mind if I went to Florida to show Mr. Williams these properties?"

He was shocked, but felt that he managed not to show it. This would mean the two of them being together in Jacksonville, Orlando, Tampa and Miami. Four cities. Four hotels.
Four nights.
"Why," he began, stalling, "We have professional photographs, blue-prints, cash reports? We can do it all right here."

Williams shook his massive head.
"I'd never buy anything without seeing it in person."
His voice was deep and booming.
He threw his hands up. "But, I can find them by myself, if you're too busy here."

He had him. The implication was that his refusal, if issued, would indicate that the company was too busy to bother with him.
Jason struggled to mask his sense of alarm.
"No, Mr. Williams! Of course we're not too busy! My wife will be happy to accompany you."
He turned to her. "Won't you, Darling?"
He didn't think that his emphasizing their marital relationship would change anything, but he didn't know anything else to do.

"Good!" Williams said, rising to his full height and offering his hand to Jason.
He turned to Jessica.
"We'll fly down there in my Lear jet, if that's OK with you? If I'm going to do this, I need to get it done fast. Tomorrow too soon for you?"

She looked at Jason, a small frown on her face. How could he refuse her? He smiled.
"You go ahead, Honey. We'll manage until you get back. Now, I'll leave you to work out the details of your trip."
He rose and walked out of the room, but felt that his heart was still in there.

Part Two

Accustomed to success and the things it brings, Jessica Falcone-Sturgess was nevertheless impressed when she entered the cabin of Marshall Williams' Lear-jet.
First was a surprising spaciousness in a 'plane so relatively small.
"Custom fitted for me," Williams smiled.
"I don't have to bend over to walk around my own airplane!"
Second was the feel of elegant luxury in the woolen carpet and the soft leather sofas. He offered his hand and ushered her to one of the sofas, then sat next to her, his thigh pressing against hers.

Jessica frowned.
A woman in control of herself and her life's situations, she was irked to find her body responding to Marshall Williams in ways that were decidedly not under her control! Reacting smoothly, she shifted in her seat, creating a space between them.
Williams leaned back smiling, his eyes half shut. He was relaxed, at ease, in control.

The flight was uneventful.
Marshall Williams was on the phone most of the time and Jessica caught up on some papers she'd brought along. First stop was Jacksonville.
Williams reviewed the strip mall out on Atlantic Boulevard.
He asked probing questions, taking no notes. At the hotel, Williams announced that he was tired and would be going to bed early. Jessica examined her feelings. She felt relieved and slightly peeved at the same time.
Relieved, because she didn't want to have to fend off any advances, and peeved because there wouldn't be any.

Orlando the next day, and Tampa too. "We might need more time in Miami," Williams said, explaining the rush.

She called home each night. Jason was interested in every detail of the trip.
She knew that he was worried about her and Williams, but he never asked directly, and she was much too smart to bring it up.

Miami. They booked into a small but luxurious hotel on Collins Avenue in South Beach.
Williams, it turned out, was a friend of the owner. Their rooms were adjoining, with a double door, locking in both rooms. It was all that was available.
Jessica shrugged. She was still fighting her unbidden emotional responses to Williams, but he'd been relaxed and charming, occasionally flirting lightly, but very concentrated on the business at hand. He seemed to offer no real threat to the sanctity of her marriage.

They visited the strip mall in Coral Gables.
From his interest, and the questions he asked, Jessica gathered that his overall impression was favorable and she began writing the contract in her mind.

Back at the hotel, he suggested that they sit down and talk details. His room - a suite, really - had a comfortable sitting room, and they settled down there.
Williams went over the numbers with her. Reported sales at each mall.
Rents. Expenses. The buildings themselves. Taxes. Depreciation. Management.
Return on Investment.
He made a cogent case that the asking price would allow a mere 12% return.
Jessica countered with some minor points but, overall, she knew that his analysis was spot on. What percentage would he find acceptable?
Twenty percent. She shook her head. They couldn't afford to sell at that price.
They haggled. She excused herself, went to her room and called Jason.
He was ready to deal. Try to get him at 17%, he said.
She went back to Williams' room, offered a price that would allow 15%. More haggling.
The arguments went back and forth. By the end, they spent 4 hours of intense negotiating, but they had their deal. Sturgess would adjust the price to allow a 17% return. They shook hands on the deal.
"Call your office and tell them to prepare the papers," was how he broke the news that he would buy the malls.
"And then, after you've rested and changed, I'm taking to you to dinner, young lady!"

This wasn't a date, she told herself.
It was a business meeting. But the business was over, done, fait accompli.
Well, yes, but it's still part of the business - the celebration of the business successfully completed! Yes! That was the perfect rationalization. She took her time preparing, wanting to make a good impression. She decided to wear her hair up. The dress?
What else, but the basic black dress - not much more than a slip - with the spaghetti straps and the open back. No bra. Too provocative? Maybe, but so what?

Casual and controlled though he was, when she opened the door to his knock, he did a double-take.
She smiled. It felt good to get to a man, especially one who clearly had no trouble getting women.
He nodded in happy approval, a broad smile plastered all over his face.
"This is going to be a special night," he said, taking her elbow and walking her to the elevator.
The feel of the silk dress on her nipples, the closeness of Marshall Williams, his hand on her arm, caused her to flush. Instinctively she tried to suppress it, then defiantly flicked the attempt aside.
I'm going to enjoy myself tonight, she thought.

He took her to Tantra, a restaurant on Pennsylvania Avenue with lovely views, where he was known and treated as a celebrity.
They were ushered to the best available table and seated with attentive respect.
He ordered for them both, including a bottle of Moet champagne. She looked him over as they waited for their orders.
He was dressed all in black. Suit. Shirt. Tie. All black.
All perfectly fitted. His broad face, as usual, was relaxed and composed.
His dark eyes, heavily lidded, dwelled on her without insult.

"I feel more at ease with you here in Miami," he said.
"It's more cosmopolitan than Jacksonville or even Tampa.
It's funny. I could feel people looking at us, speculating about us, even resenting us. Here, I don't feel it."

She knew exactly what he meant, for she'd observed the same things.
She was pleased that he had noticed, and flattered that he was willing to talk to her about it. It was such an open communication on an inflammatory issue, delivered easily, matter of factly.
"You didn't show anything," she told him.

He grinned with half his mouth, a cynical twist. "No. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction."

She understood, and said so.

The champagne arrived and they toasted each other and the deal they'd made.
She asked him about his transition from athlete to businessman. He told her the story in blunt sentences, about the back-stabbing, the covert discrimination, the betrayals of people he'd regarded as close friends.
A flicker of fire lit his eyes a couple of times, but otherwise his voice was low, his face impassive.
Jessica weighed it all, decided that the casual appearance was affected. The purpose of that was probably two-fold.
One, to convey the impression of a man under control, unbothered by the machinations of lesser people and, two, to cover up the emotions.
She suspected that a very passionate creature lurked close beneath that controlled exterior.
They sipped champagne and looked at each other across the table.
Chemistry. Definitely.

The Caribbean Bouillabaisse he'd ordered for her was sensational! As if defying the law of probabilities, his filet mignon with cherry sauce, which he shared with her, was even more so. Marshall - he was no longer Mr. Williams - beamed at her appreciation.
They'd finished off the champagne, and then a bottle of the restaurant's private label pinot noir with the entree.
The meal was completed with a cup of thick, sweet coffee and a hit of Cointreau.

In the taxi on the way to a nightclub on Fifth Street, she allowed him to arrange their seating so that he had his arm around her shoulder and she was leaning her back into his chest.
He pointed out the sights of South Beach as they flashed by, his mouth next to her ear, his breath warm and stimulating on her neck.

At the club they were again received with excitement and given immediate access to the VIP area.
A few professional athletes were there, and they recognized Marshall and greeted him warmly. Some minor movie celebs were there also, and they also greeted him personally while speculatively eyeing Jessica. Marshall didn't enlighten them, preferring to leave them guessing.
A stand-up comedian was entertaining the crowd with some really raw sex jokes. Marshall pursed his lips. "Want to leave?" he asked.

"Absolutely!"

They walked out of the place and up to Collins. "We'll walk," he said. "It's not far. Actually, we can walk on the beach. You like that?"

"Well, ye-es, when I'm dressed for it."

"Take your shoes off, then." With that he placed a hand on her back and walked her over the street and onto the beach. The ocean was calm and the breeze warm. Taking her shoes off was fine, but what of her stockings?
He was taking his shoes off and rolling up his pants legs. She thought, the hell with it, and raised her dress so that she could undo the garter snaps and get her stockings off. He glanced up and shook his head, an admiring look on his face.
"Damn, girl!" He said, "You really are fly!"

There were several ways she could handle his comment. She selected the diplomatic one.
"Thank you, Marshall. You're not exactly old sushi yourself."
He took her hand and they walked out onto the sand where she enjoyed the feel of the breeze on her bare legs and cool sand under her feet.
He led her down to the wet sand, where their feet were washed by the dying waves.
A bigger wave washed up to her calves, and she shrieked and ran.
He caught her and grabbed her, and she turned around in his arms.
Suddenly they were looking into each others' eyes, aware that chemistry was taking place. With an effort of will she pushed away from him, her eyes lingering on his as she turned and began walking again.

When they reached the hotel he invited her to join him for a nightcap. She agreed to meet him at the bar, then went to her room to call Jason. He sounded relieved to hear from her.
He assumed that she was in her room for the night, and she didn't have the stomach to tell him that she would be meeting Marshall again.

A man was playing piano and several couples were dancing. Marshall had removed his jacket and tie.
If possible, he looked even more relaxed. He rose to greet her and held the chair for her.
"I've taken the liberty of ordering champagne," he told her.
"That, after all, is the perfect celebratory libation."
He filled her glass, raised his.
"To the best saleslady I've ever met!" She smiled. "Thank you." She took a sip. "Hmmm. This is very, very good!" She locked eyes with him.
"To the most decisive businessman I've ever met!"
She enjoyed his smile as he drank again.
They sat quietly sipping their champagne and watching the dancing couples.
The pianist started playing an upbeat version of "I'm In The Mood For Love" and Jessica began moving her shoulders to the rhythm.

"Care to dance a little?" he asked.

She smiled. "Maybe a lot!" She couldn't remember the last time she and Jason had gone dancing. She loved to dance!

He took her in his arms and led her in a simple two-step. He held her close enough to dance effectively, but not so close as to risk alienating her.
With her hand on his back she felt his muscles rippling as he moved.
He was still a very fit man! She moved her hand along the edge of the long muscle that ran up the left side of his spine, fascinated by the size of it, and how soft it was when relaxed, and how hard when flexed.
She felt a faint stirring against her belly. As he was almost a foot taller than she, his groin was touching her there. She was turning him on!
A devilish whim caused her to pull her body closer to his, and rest her face against his chest. He responded by thrusting his leg in between hers.
The sudden pressure on her groin caused her to realize that he was turning her on. She enjoyed the slow burn of increasing passion and, when the dance ended, sensed his reluctance to release her.

She took a bathroom break.
The face in the mirror looked at her, questioning her plans.
Was she going to sleep with this man? He was very, very sexy and she was very, very attracted to him. She wondered if his penis size would be proportional to his body. No doubt, he would be a wonderful lover!
The thought caused her to flush. Still, she was married and loved her husband so, no.
She would not sleep with Marshall, but that didn't preclude her from having some innocent fun.

They sipped champagne and danced late into the wee morning hours.
The pianist, at the request of the owner, would stay as long as they wanted him. He would be well-rewarded. As the night wore on, and the champagne worked its magic, she became more relaxed with him and allowed him to encircle her closely in his powerful arms.
When he easily lifted her up and carried her so that they could dance cheek to cheek she offerede no protest.
There was now no doubt that he was aroused, nor that he was indeed properly proportioned, to say the least.

Nearing the time when they would end this phase of the night, they both took a bathroom break.
She returned before he did, and she stood at their table, a little foggy from champagne and the lateness of the hour. Marshall came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. "Miss me?" He asked, his lips close to her ear.

"Umm hmmm." She leaned back into him, suddenly needing to continue the feel of his magnificent body against hers.

His hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. Her breathing rate increased. Through the thin dress he found her nipples and squeezed them gently. Her breasts had always been sensitive - go-buttons, Jason called them - and she groaned and pushed back harder against him.
He turned her around and lifted her.
His lips sought hers and greedily covered them in their first kiss.
She felt his tongue pushing against her lips - gentle but insistent.
She opened her lips and allowed him in, reveling in the thick rough feel of it in her mouth.
The kiss rapidly increased the heat in both of them and, maintaining it, he carried her through the empty hotel spaces, up the elevator and into his room.

Jessica could not believe how hot she was.
A part of her was screaming for her to stop, but there was no way.
He placed her on the bed, her feet on the floor, and knelt between her legs.
Softly, he kissed her knees, then trailed his tongue up the inside of her thigh. She shivered in excited anticipation.
Of all the things she had resisted in her mind, this was not one of them.
Jason disliked servicing her in this way and she realized now that if he did really love her he would gladly please her like this.
She felt Marshall's fingers pushing the elastic edge of her panties aside, then felt his tongue moving in on her most sacred spot. Her body shuddered and she gasped as she felt the waves of pleasure engulf her.
He parted her outer lips and she felt his tongue probing her entrance.
She was hyper-ventilating, near fainting, blown out of her mind by the magnitude of the sensations flooding through her.

His tongue moved on, found her hot spot.
At the same moment, he gently eased a finger into her.
It became too much.
Orgasm upon orgasm left her body twitching violently.
Too much! Too much! She lost contact with the room, with the world, with everything but the sensations that were driving her crazy.

Peaceful at last, and relaxed, floating in a soft, warm purple haze. She'd never known anything like it!
Marshall Williams was, indeed, a master lover!

(CONT)

Magic Hands

by Gregg Dean (Sept 99)

It's morning. It's morning and the sun pours through the window into our tiny room.
The light is split by the louver panes in the transom making polychromatic, rainbow tram lines, down the length of her languishing frame.
She's unaware of it.
Unaware and oblivious of this moment but yet she is part of it.

The covers have come off her; she's grateful in the morning heat.
The lines dip and roll and define her perfectly.
She is thirty-two, speaks three languages and sculpts.
I have marvelled at her work, exhibited in London, Milan and Madrid.
I like to watch her at work. Watch her slender brown fingers on the clay and realise that she uses those artist's hands to stroke my hardness when we make love.
She strokes her own breasts and teases herself when she's moist and wet, waiting for me.
Such is the power invested in those hands, that when I see people marvel in halls and galleries, standing back in awe, praise and wonder at the busts and figures, the animals and abstracts, I want to say:
"What did you expect?" I want to tell them that it's only natural as only good ever comes from those hands.

She stirs now.
The lines appear to shift and one crosses her thigh, through her breasts and along her neck.
I know that if I stroke that neck her eyes will open.
She'll see me and smile, greet me with her eyes. I do that now and I realise how well I've come to know her.
She rolls fully onto her back, her breasts, heavy from nourishing her offspring, are softly spread on her chest.
She proffers me her breast which I take, suckling sustenance for my dry soul.
Her nipple hardens in my mouth and her strong back arches with desire.
Her breath in my ear, quickens and she pulls my head from her breast and our mouths lock.
The mouth that has scolded and praised, defended and spoken words of such poetry, is wet and full and has a such a simple message now.
My hand rubs her belly and strokes her mound, her soft downy hair is tousled by my fingers.
I feel her magic hands move and one falls from the bed to travel up my legs, cup my balls, wrap itself around my manhood.
My fingers part her slowly and that passage which has seen a pattern of taking and producing will be ready to take again soon.
She breaks the kiss.
She stretches and her long legs close. Her arms go above her head and her pretty features contort with the effort and pleasure.
"Good morning".
"Sleep well?"
I nod, because I know she means it.
She asks because she cares. It is a question, not a greeting.

She has three media and three studios and I remember her breaking from her work, laying down her chisel so we could roll in sweat and marble dust, ignoring everything except the urgency of our groins as they pressed and rolled together.
Her hips rocking for our mutual pleasure. And after we just sat, celebrating our fulfilment with wine, our backs against cool marble.

She pats the place I've just left and I crawl across the bed. She strokes me as I do.
I lie on my back and allow her mouth to explore me. Her mouth travels the length of my chest, stomach and lower and she flicks me with her tongue. Her breasts swing voluptuously brushing my chest.
Reaching up I can knead her firm buttocks and sweep my hands down to her inner thigh. She parts her legs to accommodate my questing fingers, then with athletic grace, straddles my face.
Her woman is on my mouth and her sensuous musky scent excites.
My tongue works over her small clitoris and enters her.
She moans and I'm aware that her lips have covered my manhood.
Her tongue goes around my penis and teases and excites me.
She moans and writhes, pressing herself close to my face. Her clitoris has swollen under my tongue.

We shower and I wash her breasts, my hands following the falling suds down to her mound.
Her arms are around me and she places tender kisses on my neck.
I tell myself how much I love this woman as she raises her leg to my side.
She takes me in her hand and guides me inside her. The water cleanses us both removing traces of the night, then she moves for the both of us as she is stronger and I'm weak from the passion.
Her hand travels to the back of my head pulling my mouth against hers pushing her tongue between my lips. Water courses down our faces.
I'm very close now and she knows it.
She breaks the kiss.
"Let it go now, sweet baby. You can let it go now." She pants.
I clutch at her buttocks pulling her firmly against me.
She moans and bites my lip and we both climax.
And I'm not strong enough to stand but she holds us both up.
I have heard her cry in anguish at this stubborn husband.
I have heard her cry out in irritation at the folly of her children.
Now she cries out at the pleasure of our union.

She is stood in a long gallery in a sweeping black dress.
She talks politely, champagne in her hand.
he men in their tuxedos stand around talking to her, enjoying her work, enjoying her.
They talk, they flirt, looking to see which way she will go - looking for either a chink or a sign of resolve.
They wish she was less clothed; something shorter and cut lower but those are not the secrets she shares with others.
As I get nearer she smiles and they want to know who it she is smiling at.
Bathing in her reflected glory, their envy is tangible and excusing themselves they smile and leave.
"What do you think?" she asks throwing back a velvet cover.
The Unicorn is black, sleek with hewn muscle and sinew, mane and spirit.
There's nothing missing from it except that if her hands were more magic she could reach out and infuse life into it.
I don't know if people are watching us, I don't know if I care.
I takes those magic hands and place them around my face.
She cups it like a ball.
She knows I'm going to say "perfect" and any other word would show poverty of expression.
I can't say it with any more meaning than the myriad other times I have said it.
"It's perfect." I admit, because it is an admission.
She nods and smiles.
Reluctantly we part and a thousand eyes follow her grace.
And when she's like this she's my powerful woman.
And when she's with the children she's my gentle woman.
And when her hands work their magic from lifeless clay and rock, she my magic woman.
And when I lie her down, naked and soft as the day smoulders to an end she simply becomes my woman.

Copyright Gregg Dean 1999
Greggdean@hotmail.com

Dying Wish

by Gregg Dean (Sept 99)

The undertaker was an old man, nearing retirement.
One of the old school he was confused by the changes even in his own form of employment where death was its single consistency.
He found solace in that. That some things would never change and the familiarity brought security.

Eight days before his retirement he was making final adjustments to a recent tragic case.
The woman was still young, at forty she was young by his own standards.
She was tall and elegant, even in death.
Peering into the box where she was to sleep, he found petals strewn across her chest, and reaching in carefully picked them up from the woman.
As he was performing this task, a piece of folded paper fell from the open jacket she was wearing.
He hadn't been too keen on the jacket.
Dresses and nightwear was the order of the day for women.
But the jacket had been a particular request of the deceased.
In fact, it had been a particular request that the deceased's husband clothe her in the jacket, which was decidedly against all protocol and policy. But her wishes had been acceded to and the young man had duly placed the jacket on his lifeless wife.
He reasoned that the paper was probably a mundane item, an unpaid bill, a receipt from the dry cleaners, a tax demand.
It was undignified for anyone to leave the world reminded of its more base aspects.

He unfolded the paper and placing a pair of gold-framed pince-nez over his bulbous nose, he scanned the document.
It was a letter, some ten years old, presumably left in the jacket by accident.
It was a good thing he had found it.

Making himself coffee he sat down and read it.

My dearest Michelle. While I am so far from you I want you to hear my fantasy. I'm not very good at this so bear with me:

I am watching television, back to the settee. Comfortable and naked from a shower.
I'm changing channels frequently. I hear you in the bedroom and you're getting changed into something as we're going out for the evening.

Suddenly I'm aware that you're near me.
You stand in front of me, legs either side of my thighs, your woman inches from my face.
You brush your smoothness against my cheek.
You move your hips and your pussy strokes my chin, my lips. My hands rub the back of your legs, and I stroke your thighs, the soft inner thigh.
I stroke your buttocks and the muscles in your thighs, aware of your youth and vigour and how much I love you;
how vital you are, girl.
You press your femininity to my mouth and you place a foot on the settee so your pussy cleaves and opens for me like a flower.
I run my tongue along your slit, sucking your lips full into my mouth.
They are soft and warm. My tongue travels inside you, explores you.
You moan slightly and the taste and scent of your womanhood make me more of a man.
My hardness is aching for contact and union with you but my tongue has journeyed from your little cavern to your rosebud clitoris.
It's hard and sensitive.
I know it excites you and so excites me. My loins are burning with desire.
Your hips rock with pleasure and your hands are on my head and now my shoulders.
Your nails on my flesh measure your ecstasy, I can feel them and they tell me you love me this much and the pleasure is this great.
Your pussy gyrates against my mouth.
My lips, my tongue, all travel your pink slit. When the moment's right I feel my tongue go deep inside you.
I can suck the juices of your pleasure now pouring from you. You lower your body, crouch in front of me.
Your arms lazily around my shoulders.
You smile at me with your eyes and press your lips against my forehead.
Your lips brush my eyes, my nose, my own lips. Your breasts, full and ripe, brush my chest.
My hands cup them, knead them slowly and you crush my lips with your urgency.
Now I can feel your moist womanhood touching the head of my cock.
I can feel the opening which teases me, delays the time when there's nothing between earth and sky but you and me and this moment.
As your tongue enters my mouth and your wet lips cover my own, you slide yourself sensuously onto my erection.
I feel the tightness of you begin to cover me, engulf me, hide me from the world.
I can take refuge here. You can keep me safe.
You'll take care of me. And my heart beats with love and pleasure for the woman who's giving her body and love.
I'm fully inside you. You take from me with your lips and give back with your beautiful woman.
Your hips are rocking and I'm moving inside you.
Your nipples have become hard under my gentle fingers, but I'm squeezing them with my own urgency, pulling your breasts toward me.
I can't possess you enough to overcome this hunger.
Only if I crushed you into me, if we blended and I took you body and soul inside me could I begin to love you more.
Your arms around me are holding me because you need me, my strength, my resilience, my resource.
I pass it to you. My seed will soon be inside you. I'm going to fill you with a part of me and you desire me more than anything or anyone you've every known. You move more strongly. My hardness inside you rubs and presses and you utter your pleasure.
Your emotion spills, articulated in cries and moans. There's no pretension here.
No hiding from me and there's nothing I can conceal from you, woman.
You sap my love and energy with your breasts, your arms and thighs and your open pussy sliding on my cock.

This moment must end but I don't want it to.
Ecstasy rises in your throat and I tremble not for my own pleasure but for yours. I want you to tell me that you know this.
That you know and can tell me how I can impart more of me for you.
Our mouths part and you throw your head back. Your magnificent breasts swing away from me.
You arch your back and I feel your muscles grip me in waves.
Your movements are from more pleasure than either of us can take and it's the trigger.
I feel my seed rise inside me and I burst into you. I feel you take it and my warm wet salty fluid flows deep into. You take it because that's what you want and what I want.
It leaves me weak.
I've given something of me to you; deep into you and you've accepted.
This timeless exchange, this age old gift becomes complete and you sit forward, hold onto me. We pant and use each other for support.

I'm still firm inside you and you can feel it.
It makes you smile and laugh, it is your joy. It's our secret.
We can share that. We can share it when you're away and when you're home and when we eat and work and fight and when we make up again.
And for my part I will remember it from now until the embers of my life and in my dying moment I will remember it and I hope that even that final thief won't rob me of it.

I hope this turns you on reading it as much as it did me writing it.

I shall be home at the weekend if I can conclude things on the Thursday afternoon.

Your husband, MIke.


The undertaker, removed his glasses and placed them in his pocket.
He shook his head slowly and realising that through some awful error, this vulgar letter had come to be in this young girl's clothing, thought it best that he dealt with the matter himself.
No need to further distress the living, he thought and taking the note, he shredded it between his fingers, allowing the small strips to fall snow-like into the bin.
Switching the light out he left the parlour, leaving the woman to lie alone and sleep with all her memories save one.

Copyright 1999. Gregg Dean geggdean@hotmail.com

You are Going to Pay

by Mr. Neb (Sept 99)

Are you going to pay!
Here I sit at 11:15 pm waiting for you to log on.
IÕm in just my underwear.
My dick has been hard for an hour just waiting for you.
My shorts are pushed out like a damned tent pole.
The tip is practically clear with all the precum that has seeped through.
I'm about to get the chair wet! I feel my heart beat down between my legs.
My balls are resting on the chair and just the slightest move makes me tingle.

OK.
This is what you are going to do.
You are going to strip naked and roll this chair away from the desk.
Then you are going to squat down between my legs.
You are going to apologize and make it up to me.
You are going to run you long fingernails up and down my cock and along my balls, all the time telling me how wonderful I will taste when I am deep in your mouth.
All the time telling me how wonderful I smell.
All the time telling me that you are getting wetter and wetter in anticipation of sucking me in completely.

Then you are going to keep rubbing my balls but you are going to nibble at my cock through my shorts with your teeth.
You are going to hold the crown of my dick between your teeth and lick the wet tip with your tongue.

Then you will finally remove my shorts.
My cock will be very hard and stiff. It will stick straight out at you.
You will once again tell me in erotic and sensual tones about how exciting this all is for you, how drippy your pussy has become.
You will prove it to me by taking your hand and sliding it over your pussy, getting it all wet.
Then you'll slide your pussy juices over my cock, mixing them with my precum which, by this time, is flowing continuously in a clear trickle.
Again you'll wet your hand with pussy juices and just as you reach up and place your slippery fingers into my mouth, you will rub my wet cock along your face, smearing it with wetness.
As I suck your fingers you will tell me how warm and wet it feels against your face and wonderful it smells and then you will lick my cock from my balls, following the stream of precum, right up to the tip.

Then you'll stick out your tongue and slide it through the oozing tip so I can see my juices coat your tongue.
I will be leaking profusely and you will use your fingers to retrieve it and coat your lips in my wetness.

Only then will you open your mouth, pause with a wicked smile and engulf me.
Right to the very base!
My cock will be stuck at the very back of your throat.
You will feel it throb and pulse.
You will feel me clench down and precum will flow into your mouth.
It will be very sweet and thick like syrup.
You will produce lots of saliva and begin to move up and down my shaft.
Your tongue will never stop moving and caressing me completely.
Precum and saliva will dribble from your mouth.
You will ignore it. You will actually just keep producing more.
It will cover my balls that will have drawn up even tighter.
Up and down you will move ever faster until you feel me at the brink.

Then you will stop!
You will let me slid from your mouth and rest wet on your face while you start sucking my balls through my shaved scrotum.
My saliva-coated cock will slide all over your face, smearing your cheeks.
Your tongue will tickle my warm balls.

Then it will be time to take me.
Back into your wet juicy mouth I will go.
Up and down you will move with a ferocious rhythm, twisting your head from side to side as well
Your hands will massage and scratch at my balls, coaxing them, pleading them, begging them to release the inevitable torrent.

And it all will work.
With me deep in your mouth, you will feel a hard knot at the base of my dick.
You will feel it press up my shaft quickly until I will erupt deep inside your mouth.
Hot thick cum will fill the voids in your mouth.
There will only be cock and cum in your mouth. It will be warm and soft on your tongue and the sides and roof of your mouth.

Ah, but that will not be enough.
That will not be enough of a show for me. You know what I like and you like indulging me.
Before the next spurt, you will remove me and will show me the white sticky threads that stretch within your mouth.

A second burst of thick white semen will leave me, this time crossing your open mouth, streaking across your cheek and stretching into your golden hair.
Again I will release.
Your closing lips will capture most but some will cling to your lips and dangles from your chin.
Your mouth will close around my spurting member.
Each of my expulsions will signal you to use that talented tongue of yours to press my ejaculate out from between your lips and from around my cock.
Cum mixed with saliva will streak on your neck and on your breasts.
This will continue right to the very end of my orgasm.
In the last gesture of complete oral eroticism, you will open your cum-filled mouth and press it all back out, coating the same cock that provided it.

Now all that will be left is the quite time to calm down.
You will kiss my throbbing cock, oblivious to the semen that will coat it.
You will rest my cock securely against your sticky cheek, feeling each pulse as I slowly come down from the great height of total orgasm.
You will lean back and slide my still stiff member through wet streaks that dart your luscious breasts.

Leaning back further, we will no longer touch.
I will love the sight of your sperm spattered body.
The deep rich scent of cum will hang thick in the air.
We will both be wet, slippery and sticky.
My taste will still be strong in your mouth.

You will sit.
You will breathe deeply.
Your wet breasts will move up and down in exaggerated fashion.
Your legs will be spread very wide. Your shaved pussy will be open and inviting.
Juices will flow liberally from your pink fleshy opening, coating your thighs and dripping on the floor.

Now, you will need something from me.

My Neighbor

By DICK THROB (Sept 99)

The feeling of her long Blond hair draped across my thighs was one of pure delight.
Her soft wet lips enclosed my cock head in warm splendor as her head moved up and down my thickened shaft.
The warm glowing feeling of a great orgasm was building in my balls as the hot load churned and boiled deep within.
My toes curled and my legs straightened when my balls erupted with the pent up supply of hot steamy cum.
I felt it blast from my cock as it pulsed and pumped out.
OH GOD..........IT FELT SOOO GOOD !!!
Suddenly I was wide awake as the hot sticky fluid splattered on my stomach.
Damn, I had another wet dream.

Oh man now I've got to clean up again. Shit, this the third night this week I've had a wet dream about my neighbor.
She is so beautiful with her long hair and perfect body.
I get so horny when I think about her. I wonder if this is going to happen all my life.
Hell I'm only 18 years old. Good looking and athletic, but I've never really seen a pussy, only the pictures the guys at school pass around.
I've heard their stories of how good a pussy smells and tastes. So many guys say the same thing, so it must be true. Here I am graduating next week and I've never even seen a real pussy.
Well I better get cleaned up before my Mom comes to wake for school.
In the shower I thought about our neighbor Patty again but resisted the urge to jerk off. I already blew one load all over myself, I don't want to ware it out.

School that day was the same old thing.
All the girls saying Hi and how's everything, if only I could tell them the truth.
I'm HORNY AND NEED TO GET LAID !!!
God sometimes I walk around with half a hardon all day thinking about these girls. It's really embarrassing to get a hardon in class then have the teacher call on me to answer a question.
I don't think I'm a pervert or anything, it's just these feelings I have.
Sometimes they're just so strong. I hope something happened soon or I'll go nuts.

Once the school day was over I'm back in my room doing homework.
At least I'm getting all A's and that makes the family happy.
I think the concentration on school work is the only thing that keeps me from going insane.

The next day I woke up with yet another very hard cock, at least I didn't have a wet dream again.
Today is Saturday, so it's lawn cutting and yard work. That should keep my mind occupied for the whole day.
After breakfast I got the lawn mower all gassed up and began cutting the front yard, that took almost a full hour.

Just as I was finishing up Patty got home from the grocery store.
When she got out of the car I noticed she had a lot of bags, so I turned of the mower and walked over asking her if she wanted help.
'Hi Bill, sure I could use some help. Thanks'
She had on a white blouse and shorts.
Her tanned body shown through like a goddess. her beautiful Blond hair was down past her shoulders, while her large breasts bounced inside her blouse.
I was knocked out of my trance when she handed me a bag full of groceries.
I grabbed a couple of bags and carried them into the house.

It only took a couple of trips and all the groceries were in the kitchen.
Patty said, 'Thanks for the help Bill. Help yourself to some lemonade it's in the refrigerator. I'll be right back, I want to change clothes'
Patty walked out and I got something to drink. Just being in the same house with her made my cock stir a little.
I was almost finished with my lemonade when Patty came back into the kitchen.
Oh God. She had on a halter top and very short shorts.
Her breasts filled the top and then some. With the air-conditioning running, her nipples stood out like two large diamonds.
'How's the lemonade, any good?'
I almost choked in my attempt to answer her.
'Yea it's fine, thanks'
'Well I think it's going to be another hot one today. I know your working at home but when your through, you know your welcome to take a dip in the pool'
'Ahh yea that would be nice, thanks.'
Patty then started putting the groceries away.
Each time she bent over to reach into a bag her ass cheeks exposed themselves beneath her shorts.
Oh God this is worse then in school. That was only my imagination but here, I was seeing real skin.
My cock suddenly grew in my shorts pushing for escape.
Oh Lord make me think of something else.

About that time Patty turned around and said, 'Bill would you please put these on that top shelf ?'
Without so much as a thought I jumped up and walked towards her.
My cock was now bulging like a 5 pound sausage.
When I stood up I felt the tremendous pressure against my shorts.
Patty glanced down. I knew she could see my hardon through the shorts, but what could I do now?
She only smiled and handed me the boxes.
I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to do, I just grabbed the boxes and turned away to place them in the cupboard.
I fooled around moving things long enough for some of the pressure to ease up a little.
Turning slowly I said, 'Well, I'd better get back to work. I want to finish the lawn before Mom and Dad get home'
'OK, thanks a lot for the help Bill. Like I said, feel free to use the pool anytime you like'
'Yea thanks Patty, I think I will later today, bye now'
I turned away and walked out the door feeling like a real nut.
As I walked back to out house I felt my cock slowly shrink back to normal.
Jesus I hope she doesn't think I'm some kind of pervert getting a hardon like that.
I finished the lawn in record time. Everything was cleaned up and put away by the time my parents got home.
'Bill you did a real nice job on the lawn'
'Thanks Dad'
'I was talking to Patty just now and she told me you have an invite to use her pool. Why don't you go over for a while and I'll get things ready for a cook out.'
'Yea, I might do that, it's pretty hot right now'

I went to my room and took a shower.
Man I had to cool off in more ways then one.
Thinking of Patty standing in front of me with her large firm breasts made me hard again.
This time I had to get some relief so I jerked off in the shower.
God it sure felt good to get that out of my system.
Now maybe I can walk around without thinking of Patty's body all the time.
I grabbed my towel and sandals and walked over to Patty's house.
She wasn't outside so I punched in the code on the locked gate and let myself in and sat down on one of the chaise lounges. I put some oil on my arms, legs and chest.
I was having trouble getting some on my back when Patty came out of the house.
'Well I see you took me up on the invitation'
I turned to see her walking towards me.

Now she had on a two piece bathing suit.
She looked like a angle walking toward me.
He hair flowed around her shoulders and her breasts bounced in the suit top.
Oh man she had a figure that would make a dead man get a rise.
The Yellow suit contrasted with her dark tan making her look like a golden Goddess as she moved.
'Yea you were right Patty. It is hot and a cool dip will make me feel better'
As she walked up to me she held out her hands.
'Let me help you with that lotion. After all you carried my groceries for me today'
'Oh no...........I don't need your help. Please don't touch me. '

Patty took the lotion and squirted some in her hand.
'Roll over I'll do your back'
She rubbed her hands together and placed them on my shoulders, slowly she spread the oil on my back.
Her gentle touch burned my skin as her fingers left a trail of oil and pleasure down to my waist.
I was trying to think of anything except the raging expansion in my bathing suit.
'Tell me Bill, do you have a steady girl friend?'
'No, I go out a few times but no steady'
'I would think you'd have a string of girls following you'
This conversation didn't help the large bulge in my suit.
'I see you've been using the weight set your Dad bought. Your muscles have really developed. Bill relax, your so tense. It's just suntan oil'
I tried to relax and think of anything else.
School, math, science, history.
Oh God it's not working. My cock just grew and grew in spite of my concentration.
This low cut bathing suit was the style for my age, but I sure wish I hadn't worn it. My cock was actually exposed.
It was fully hard now and about 3'of it was outside the waist band, hot and burning against my stomach. The touch of Patty's hands sent electricity through my body.
'What are your plans after graduation next week?''Ohhh......'
'Pardon me, what did you say?'
'Oh, I was saying I'm not sure. I'll go to collage in the Fall, but just hang around here the summer'
'I'll bet your excited about any graduation gifts you might get'

All the while Patty talked she continued to spread oil on my back and legs.
Her hands rubbed the back of my legs and went between my thighs.
Every so often her fingers would brush against my balls. 'You know the back of a persons legs get burned easily, it's tender and sensitive there'
Her other hand rubbed my feet and toes. Oh shit I can't take much more of this.

Patty rubbed me and massaged my legs for a few more minutes and suddenly said, 'OK, now you do my back'
She spun around and sat on the edge of the chaise lounge.
Thank God she had her back to me.
I moved over and found it very difficult and awkward to reach her from the position I was in.
I had to position myself so I was sitting on the edge and Patty was sitting between my legs.
My hard exposed penis was close enough to feel her body heat radiating off her back.
My mind was reeling and dizzy as visions and feelings of my wet dreams floated through my head.
I had watched and dreamed about Patty for the last 6 years, but never thinking I would be this close to her, and actually touching her.

I began rubbing oil on her back. Ohhhh... she felt so good!!!
Her skin felt like silk under my touch.
My heart was pounding as my fingers traced along her back.
Very soon I discovered her strap was interfering with the application of oil.
She noticed too as she said, 'Wait, I'll take this off'
Before I knew it she unhooked the top and let the straps fall to the side. Now her whole back was exposed to me.
God she is so beautiful. Then I noticed there was no tan line on her back.
This told me something about her sunbathing habits.

'Just use a little Bill, I already have a good tan'
'OK I won't use too much'
'Your hands are very sensitive, firm and strong yet soft. I'll bet you could give a very good massage. MMmmmm..... that feels so good Bill'.
Hearing her voice like that made my cock jump in my suit.
'You can go lower, cover all of my back'
With that said, Patty leaned forward allowing me to reach her lower back.

As I rubbed her back some more she moan slightly.
I thought it was because the oil felt good.
Soon after I started she let her top drop to the ground.
She continued to moan and move around on the lounge.
Thank goodness for the high hedges around her yard and the locked gate. No one could see or walk in.

Patty started to push back against my hands as they floated over her back.
Each time I pushed up to her shoulders, she pushed back.
Her long Blond hair had fallen to the sides of her face and looked like strands of gold flowing from her head. She kept on moaning and moving as I rubbed her.
I was getting harder and harder as the rhythm of this movement continued. My cock was pulsating with each beat of my heart, and right now I didn't care.

Suddenly Patty pushed against me so hard that my exposed cock was forced against her back. 'Ohhh Bill,,, that feels sooo good'She moved her body back and forth moaning and groaning.
I heard her moan, 'MMMmmmm.............Aaaaaahhhhh'
Patty then stopped and was still for several minutes while my hands were resting on her back.
All of a sudden Patty stood up and faced me.
My cock was sticking out of my suit and the end was covered with precum.
How embarrassing.
Smiling brightly, Patty reached for my hand and said, 'Come with me Bill. I have a graduation present for you'
I was in a daze and mesmerized by the sight of her breasts standing before me.
I was almost comatose as I felt her hand touch mine and pull me up from the lounge.
I followed her like a lost puppy dog as she lead me to the changing room next to the pool. I'd been in this building several times but only to use the bathroom.
I never paid much attention to the furnishings.
As we entered it was like I'd never been in there before.
For the first time I noticed the carpet on the floor, the couch against one wall, the tables and lamps.

Patty stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face me.
She began kissing my cheek and lips. Her wet tongue entered my mouth with the fury of wanting and need. I kissed her back as hard as I could.
She took one of my hands and placed it against her breast, holding it there and squeezing my hand. I started to squeeze it on my own and she released my hand. Her breast felt so warm and soft.
I didn't know a breast could feel so good. Patty continued kissing me and moaning out loud, moving her head around while her tongue dug into my mouth.
We kissed for a long time. Releasing me, she slowly pushed me back until I was standing at the edge of the couch. Patty backed away a few feet and looked at me smiling.
'Now Bill I'll give you a graduation present you won't ever forget'
With that she reached over and pulled my suit down to my knees.
My hardon popped out like a coil of spring steel.
'Oh Bill, that's beautiful, sit down on the couch.'
Still in a daze, I obeyed her every word.
As I sat down on the couch, Patty pulled my suit completely off and through it on the floor.
She stood in front of me and slowly removed hers.

The sight in front of me was more then I could ever dream about.
Her golden body was like a supernatural being. My eyes drifted to the patch of hair between her legs. It was as golden as the hair on her head, curly golden strands of silk. Her dark tan made the hair almost invisible. I couldn't believe my eyes as her beauty encompassed my mind.
Patty then lowered herself onto the carpeted floor and kissed the head of my penis.
She pulled her head back and the precum dripped off the end of her tongue.
Without a word she opened her mouth and closed it around my cock head.
Her tongue started a dance on the head as she stroked the glands. Her hands went to my balls and gently rubbed them.
I was in heaven. All my dreams have come true in a moments time.
I was in a dream state and wanted to close my eyes, but this was real and I had to watch her.
Patty moved her head down onto my cock as more of it disappeared into her hot wet mouth.
She held my balls and pumped her head as I felt the tingling start in my feet and toes.
Oh God this was so good. Soon she began moving her head faster sucking hard as she took more of my hard meat deep in her mouth.
Her moaning and groaning brought a deep moan from me as I felt my cock harden even more.
It got thicker and harder while my head began to spin with pleasure and joy.
My balls felt like they were going to explode when all of a sudden I came with a great blast of cum.

'Ohhhh............GOD.........PATTY..........AAAhhhgggrraahhh'
I kept shooting and squirting as my cock pulsed and throbbed.
Patty opened her mouth to take as much of my cock as she could and when I blasted into her mouth, she swallowed all of my cum.
Her head bobbed up and down as my cum filled her mouth and she kept on swallowing.

After what seemed like several minutes I stopped cumming and squirming.
Patty released my flaccid cock and smiled at me. 'That was wonderful Bill, I knew you'd have a big load.
That was your first wasn't it?'
All I could do was nod my head and groan in response. I couldn't even talk yet.
My voice was gone, she'd sucked it right out of me.
'Well, that's part one of your graduation gift'
With that, Patty got up and stepped onto the couch.
She leaned against the wall and pushed her pussy into my face.
The hair around her pussy was wet and smelled of roses.
I wasn't sure what to do but I'd heard the other guys talking, so I touched her pussy with my tongue.
When I tasted her juice I thought I was in heaven again. It was soooo goood.

I licked the edges and all around the top.
Patty moaned out loud and pushed harder into my face. She told me to lick the top and fine the hard button.
I reached up and spread the lips and licked some more.
I closed my mouth around the opening and sucked her juice.
I felt her warm fluid running into my mouth while I searched for the button.
When I found it she screamed and yelled.
'Ohhh........ BILL...... THAT's IT....... THAT's IT KEEP IT UP KEEP LICKING'
I licked and sucked for all I was worth.
She ground her pussy into my face and pumped her hips.
She started a rhythm that felt wonderful.
All of a sudden she grabbed my head and pushed it deeper into her pussy and screamed very loud.
'OH GOD BILL I'M CUMMING!!! AAAAGGGRAHHHHH. DON't STOP I'M CUMMING'
I felt a hot sweet gush of fluid fill my mouth.
It must be just like me cumming. I tried to swallowed it all. It was so good, hot and sweet.
The taste was strange, yet mysterious and awesome, I drank and drank the sweet juice.
After what seemed like several minutes Patty let go of my head and sank down to the couch.
'Oh Bill, that was wonderful.
You did a great job'

I didn't know it until Patty grabbed my cock, but it was as hard as a brick.
She lowered herself so I could suck her breasts and she stroked my hardon a little.
While my mouth was full of her breast, she lowered her pussy down onto my cock. It slid right in all the way to the base.
Jesus that felt good. Her pussy was so hot it almost burned me.
I never dreamed a pussy would feel like this. Patty began a slow up and down, side to side movement. I squeezed her back so I could keep her breast in my mouth while she pumped and ground my cock deep inside her warm wet pussy.

This pumping, grinding, sucking and fucking continued for some time.
Soon Patty began to moan again. She started low and soft and increased her tempo on my cock. Now she was slamming hard onto it.
Each down stroke shoved my cock deep into her causing a squishing sound as we slammed together. She screamed and yelled as she slammed down one last time, holding my cock tightly locked deep inside while her hot juices exploded all over my legs.
'OOHHH GOD BILL...........I'M CUMMING AGAIN.AAARRAAGGHHH'
The sound of her voice and hot juice all over me was all I could take. I held her tight and squeezed her as my balls exploded. I felt my cock gush with a hot fresh load of cum. It pumped and pumped all on it's own, filling her pussy deep inside.
My head was spinning in a cloud of wondrous pleasure as my body emptied itself of all my dreams and fantasies.
Soon my cock stopped pumping out cum and my breathing returned to normal.
My head started to clear up with the thought of what had just happened.
I felt Patty's hot juice and my own cum dripping onto my legs. She looked at me and said, 'Happy Graduation Bill.
I hope you liked your gift''Oh Patty that was the most wonderful thing that ever to me, it was pure heaven.ä Patty lifted herself off my softening cock. It squished as it fell out onto my leg. 'Bill that was the best ever.
I know it was your first time, a woman can tell those things, but you were marvelous' She then kissed me deep and hard for a long time.
'We'd better get cleaned up now.
You still have to take a swim before dinner'
Patty and I took a shower in the changing room. I washed her and explored every inch of her marvelous body. God how could I be so lucky? Patty washed me too making me cum one more time in the shower.
We got cleaned up and jumped in the pool and splashed around for some time.
We talked about school and my plans for the summer.
She asked me if I'd consider doing some work around her house, of course I said yes.
After a while I got my things and went home.
I showered again, thinking of Patty's hands on my body.
When I was dressed I went outside where my Dad was cooking dinner.
He looked at me and said, 'We have company for dinner tonight.
I've invited Patty over'About that time she walked around the corner. She had a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.
'Hi Bill, your looking very handsome tonight'
' Thanks Patty, you look nice too.'
'Bill, Patty told me that you're going to do some work for her this summer, that's great. I know you'll do a good job'
Patty looked at my Dad and smiled saying, 'I'm sure he will, he gave a taste of his talents this afternoon'
My Mother came out and said, 'OK, everything's ready, sit down and enjoy'

We all sat down and had a good old fashion family cook out with my neighbor.