2008-Mar-31 - Meteor

Dr. John S. Battle stared at the screen,
unblinking for a moment, then took a deep shuddering breath.
“Any chance that your calculations could be
wrong?” he asked as the faces around the room focused on him.
Nobody wanted to look at the screen. If they pretended that it
wasn’t there, maybe it would go away. After all, it was simply
an expanding blip on the computer screen.
“No, Doctor, none at all,” Allen, his trusted
assistant and good right arm calmly gave the earth a death
sentence.
“Doctor, with a meteor that size, nothing can
possibly survive. Even the moon will be knocked out of orbit by
the debris.”
“I’m aware of that, Janice. Fully aware,” he
said, mumbling as he turned away. His thoughts centered on his
children, ages 12, 14, and 15, all girls, and all expecting to
face a long life of love, hate, triumph, and hardships.
“Two days,” Allen said in a shaken voice.

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“Two days?” A female intern spoke from the back of
the room.
“So what do we do, Doctor?” Allen asked.
“We go home to our families and do our best to
live out a lifetime of dreams, in just two days.”
“Shouldn’t we contact the President?” A red haired
intern asked?”
“No, WE should not contact him, I should contact
him,” John said in a weary tone. “Now get out, all of you.
OUT!” he shouted. Allen started to object. John physically
lifted him from the chair and gave him a shove.
“Don’t worry, I will be going home as well. I
have a family to love,” Dr. Battles said softly.

He lifted the phone and dialed the operator. “I
need the number for the white house,” he said quietly.

John sat in front of his living room window.
School would let out in two hours, he might as well leave his
kids in until then. After all, what better way to spend a day,
than in the company of their friends, who were also in school.
Should he tell them? No, he should not. They would find out a
few hours before it happened, let them be happy until that
moment.
A lawnmower started across the street. John’s
eyes went to the half naked brunette with waist length hair. She
was his next door neighbor from across the street. Once again
she was mowing the lawn in a bikini. She was such a fucking
tease. She had been teasing him, and the other males in the
neighborhood, for one and a half years. Maybe it was time…
John stopped, his eyes widening. If he was to go out, why not go
out with a bang? Why not do all the things he’d ever wanted to
do, with absolutely no inhibitions. After all, they were all
dead anyway. He had two days to celebrate. Like a dying man, he
was invincible. He could eat raw pork, have unprotected sex, or
rob a bank or two. Most of all, he could rape that little slut
across the street. And the time was now.
John slammed the front door aside and stormed
across the street. The woman looked up when he was about two
feet away. Her face lit with a sly smile, as she recognized him.
The smile left her face a moment before he clamped a hand onto
her arm.
“What…”
“Shut up. I am going to fuck you like you’ve
never been fucked before. You like to tease, to challenge the
male population of this neighborhood? Well I’m taking you up on
your challenge, you fucking slut.”

“Let me go!” she yelled, struggling to pull
away.
“You can go easily, or I will knock your ass out
and carry you. Which will it be?”
“Get your mother fucking hands…”
“The hard way,” John said, swinging his right
fist. She crumpled at his feet.
He went inside, with the girl over his shoulder,
and dropped her on her couch. The smell of brewing coffee filled
his nostrils. He followed the smell to the kitchen and poured
himself a cup. He sipped it on the way back to the living room.
The girl was beginning to stir. He sipped coffee and stared at
her curvaceous body until she came around naturally.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked
groggily.

“I am a doctor, I work at Pollimar
Observatory.”
“I know,” she said resentfully.
“A meteor is about to destroy the earth. We have
two days. I have decided to fuck you half to death, in
celebration. It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do.”
“Two days? Are you sure?”
“My God, lady, would I be acting like this if I
wasn’t?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to attract your
attention for years, but this is the first time you’ve spoken to
me.”

“Well you certainly attracted my attention. I
have been obsessed with you.”
“Show me,” she said, relaxing on the couch.
“I’ve decided that I can’t bring myself to rape
you, even with the world ending.”
“It’s not rape, I want you to fuck me. Hell, I’ve
wanted you to fuck me since the day I moved in. I wanted any
excuse to get into your house. I call you the Cleavers, after
the show Leave It To Beaver. Your family looks so fucking
perfect. I sit by my front window and watch you guys living your
perfect little lives, while I sit in this big house alone. I
date nothing but losers. It’s driving me crazy.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” John said
uncomfortably.
“It’s not your fault. I moved in just before
Thanksgiving two years ago. I sat and watched you eat your
entire Thanksgiving dinner with your daughters. Then I got drunk
and cried myself to sleep. Did you know that?”

“No, sorry,” he said, finishing his coffee. He
was becoming very uncomfortable. It was time to leave. He set
his cup on the coffee table. A movement distracted him. He
looked up to see the lady sitting naked from the waist up. She
was fucking perfect, he observed.
“You are about to run away. I have dated losers
long enough to know the signs. Don’t run, fuck me,” she begged
in all sincerity. John looked at her small, firm, breasts and
licked his lips. Under normal circumstances he might not want to
get involved with a girl ten years younger than himself. Hell,
she was barely six years older than his oldest daughter. But as
he well knew, life was not normal.
“Why yes, I believe I will,” he said walking over
to the couch. She slid aside to make room for him. He sat and
she pulled him into a fervent kiss. He felt his body waking up.
He hadn’t dated in… too long. Nearly ten years. Could he
remember how to do it?
His hands went to her firm breast. He mashed them
gently in his hands, then thumbed her nipple with his right
thumb. She gasped and gyrated beneath him. She breathed noisily
through her nose, while searching his mouth with her tongue. She
gently sucked his tongue into her mouth and fenced with it, with
her eyes closed and hands roaming over his body.
John realized that he remembered how to make love
to a woman. All his old tricks came back to him. He had learned
a lot from his ex-wife. That should have been a clue that
something had been wrong with his previous marriage. He should
have realized that something was wrong when he first realized
that his first wife was learning much faster than he was. But he
had been naive. She gained her storehouse of knowledge through
experience. And she gained more each and every day they were
married. The Holiday Inn had given her a running account. The
local salesmen had passed her name and phone number from hand to
hand. She had been very popular. John only realized what had
been happening when one idiot left a message on his answering
machine. Otherwise, he was so dedicated to his job that he might
have never found out. Thanks to that answering machine message,
she had been forced to leave without a penny, and without the
girls. He had been very happy with his new life. But sex had
been one thing he was forced to give up. Now he regretted that
loss. He should have been making love to a beautiful woman such
as… who?
“What is your name?” he asked, breaking the
kiss.

“Tonya,” she said, pleased that he would ask at
such a moment. She had many prerequisites for a “good man”
and…
“What’s yours?”
“Doctor John S. Bat… John.”
She had many prerequisites for a “good man” and
John was filing them all.
Tonya reached down and pulled the bows on each
side of her bikini. She pulled the cords out and dropped them,
watching John as the front of her bikini fell, opening her pussy
to his view. He looked shocked, eager and desperate, while she
watched with a coy smile. She waited breathlessly, while he
surveyed her pussy, then sank his face between her open knees and
kissed it. Tonya shivered in appreciation. But rather than
eating her pussy, John calmly sat up and began unbuttoning his
shirt.
“A vagina is so ugly,” he said without preamble.

She gasped in surprise, but he seemed not to notice, or care.

“A man’s penis is an amazing invention. It can
retract when it’s not needed, or extend to an amazing length when
it wants to make love to a woman. But a vagina is nothing more
that a slit between a woman’s legs. With either a vagina or a
pair of breasts, a man is so infatuated with them both that he
will do anything to attain one. It’s amazing to what lengths
nature can go to perpetuate the species,” he said with a smile as
he stepped out of his trousers.
“Because right now your vagina… your pussy, is
the most exciting thing I have ever seen,” he whispered. His
hands were starting to shake.
“You don’t think a pussy is cute?” she asked
teasingly.
“A pussy stops being cute when a girl turns
eight.”
“Oh, so you don’t want my pussy?” she asked,
lightly petting the light brown pelt of hair above her puffy
lips.

“I want it with all my heart.”
“Then promise me that I can attend all of your
future Thanksgiving dinners.”
“The world will end in 2 days.”
“I know, but promise me anyway.”
“Of course you can,” he sank down to sit beside
her.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile. She pushed him
back, knelt on the floor, and spread his legs. She slid between
them and dropped her mouth to the head of his cock. He gave a
shuddering gasp and fell back against the back of the couch. He
watched her beautiful face bobbing up and down on his cock. He
hadn’t seen that in so long. God, how he missed it.

She looked up and locked gazes with him, then
smiled.
Time passed. She methodically bobbed up and down
as the world continued outside. Horn’s honked, people yelled,
laughed, or cried out. Dogs barked and a plane passed overhead.
The world continued, unaware and uncaring that John was getting
his first blowjob in ten years. And Tonya was very good. Her
mouth was so hot and her tongue never stopped moving. Most women
forgot to use their tongues when they gave a blowjob.
“I’m going to cum,” he said suddenly.
“I know,” she said between licks. She licked the
head of his cock with her long, agile tongue, then licked her
lips and looked up.
“I decided to blow you first, because I’m sure you
haven’t made love for a while. Am I right?”
“Brutally so.”

“So first I will make you cum, so you don’t
explode in seconds, then you can concentrate on giving me
pleasure.”
“Ok,” he said agreeably. He would have said
anything to get her mouth back on his hard cock again. He had
been seconds from a huge orgasm, now it was waning. With a huge
smile she captured the head of his cock. Her lips slid up and
down, while she maintained eye contact. He didn’t know why she
was watching, but it was sexy as hell. He’d have to remember
that when he ate her. Could he eat her pussy? Would he remember
how?
His balls were hurting. The heat in his loins
intensified again. Once more it felt like the world was standing
still. Then he crested and exploded. Cum shot down the long
tube beneath his cock and filled her mouth in erratic spurts.
She sucked and swallowed quickly. It looked like she might
choke, but she quickly regained her composure. She drank calmly.
Her eyes went to his face, then they smiled. He had not felt
such pleasure for ten years. It was a foreign, wonderful heat
that reminded him of all the old times, all the good times before
his divorce.
She sucked quietly, milking his cock for the last
of it’s cream. He watched with a fond smile as she cleaned the
head of his cock, then sat at his feet, looking up at him.
“That was wonderful,” he said, enjoying the dull
ache and heat in his loins. His balls hurt, as all men hurt who
had not had sex for a long time. The next time around it would
hurt less, or not at all.
“I’m glad you liked it. I think all relationships
should start out with oral sex. There are no complications,
there is one giver and one receiver. I had nothing to do but
make you feel good, and you only had to sit there and enjoy it.
It’s completely uncomplicated.”

“Ah, yes,” he said. He knew it was his turn to
make her feel good, but hardly knew where to start. Worst of
all, he was no longer horny and could not eat her pussy until he
was. Men were funny that way. They were chastised when they
lost control and let their hormones control their bodies, but
they could not have sex without them. It was a vicious, and
often painful circle.
“You want coffee?” she asked unexpectedly.
“Sure,” he said in surprise. Maybe she did
understand.
He watched the sway of her round little ass as she
went to the kitchen, still naked, and returned with two cups of
coffee. Her pubic hair was light brown and neatly trimmed. Of
course it had to be when she wore bikinis. A bikini left little
room for excessive pubic hair.
“I feel so damned sexy when you look at me like
that,” she smiled as she took a sip of coffee.
“You are damned sexy,” he said breathlessly. “You
are one of the sexiest creatures I have ever met.”

“Thanks, John,” she smiled. She started to sip
her coffee, then held it away from her lap, before she took a
sip.
“Nude coffee drinking can be fatal,” she said with
a smile. He took a sip, found it to be the right temperature,
and downed it with a few quick swallows. He looked down to see
his cock hard and throbbing. Simply watching her set naked was
enough to give him a raging hardon. She was so sweet and sexy.
Why hadn’t he done this before?
“Oh, you’re ready,” she said breathlessly.
“Oh yeah,” he said with a twisted smile. He sank
between her legs and simply looked at her intricate, delicately
pedaled pussy. As pussies went, it was a nice one.
She watched silently as he sat facing her
lightly-haired pussy. She gasped when he leaned forward and
spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. He sucked her clit into
his lips, nursing gently on the throbbing member. It was like a
little cock.
“Oh yes, suck it,” she whispered, almost in his
ear. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly.
She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tightly against
her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it,
before strumming it with his tongue. His thumb went to the
bottom of her pussy and rubbed it gently. One by one he
stimulated all the areas of her pussy, which he could reach
without interfering with his tongue. She was soon squirming on
the couch.

John was beginning to lose control. Unlike him,
she had sex on a routine basis. She didn’t need to cum before
they fucked. And John needed to fuck her cute little pussy in
the worst kind of way. Feeling slightly guilty at not finishing
her, he stood, spun her around and bent her over the couch. She
laid looking back, unprotesting with her ass presented, her hands
clutching the cushions of the couch. He grabbed his cock and
pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up
and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock
into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but
pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out
of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best
penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He
filled his hands with her womanly globes of flesh.
“Oh yes,” he sighed. Slowly he began pistoning
his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips against
soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were
even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers, John fucked
Tonya hard. Outside, children passed on the way home from
school. He watched them absently, knowing his own daughters
would be coming home as well. He plunged his cock up into
Tonya’s sweet pussy, while wondering what his daughters would say
if they knew he was there, fucking this beautiful woman. Would
they be proud? Outraged?
His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and out
smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture from
her pussy was dripping down her creamy thigh. His cock made a
slick, wet sound as it slid smoothly in and out of her swollen
pussy lips.
Tonya’s hands clawed the material of the couch, as
his hard penis filled her pussy with pleasure. She felt his cock
clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she needed. She
couldn’t believe the battle was over. She giggled at her own
pun. The Battle was over.
She had been watching John since the day she
first came. He was older, aloof, and dignified. Now she was
actually being fucked by him.
His hard, pistoning cock was filling her ass with
fire. He was wild, his desires were as hot and urgent as her
own. Why did he have to wait for the end of the world before he
approached her? Tonya suddenly felt the fire burning in her
loins. Her inner thoughts had distracted her. She was hot,
ready to cum.

“Fuck me good,” she screamed in sudden abandon.
John pumped against her ass several more times, then stopped. He
wanted to change positions.
“Roll over on your back and grab your ankles,” he
whispered. She hurried to comply. Feeling silly with her feet
up in the air, she waited as he knelt before her. She gasped at
the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing slowly,
intolerably slow until his full length was inside her. He felt
even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as he fucked
her.
He reached down and rubbed his thumb over her
pussy, rhythmically massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while
his hard penis slid in and out of her cunt. The fire from both
seemed to blend together into one massive fire. Before she could
get ready, her pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the
middle of one massive orgasm. He continued to pump away, while
she mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his
pelvis. All too quickly, it was over. But to her amazement, he
was not through. He continued to pump away inside her pussy,
renewing the glow that had just been extinguished by her orgasm.

She felt the fire building again, much faster
than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her pussy
clenching stronger and stronger until a second orgasm tore her
loins apart. A satisfied smile lit John’s face, while he watched
her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of her
pussy clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her
pussy against him, trying to intensify her orgasm. He stopped
and waited, while her sensitive pussy relaxed. Slowly, he began
pumping his cock into her pussy again. Her eye lit momentarily
in astonishment, then closed in pleasure. He had waited just the
right amount of time. His ex-wife’s training was coming in
handy. John was an excellent lover.
John rubbed his hands over her upper thighs, as
she panted and hunched her pussy against him. John loved it, he
loved it all. He loved the sexy way that Tonya fucked him back,
he loved her exquisitely beautiful and slender body, and he loved
the feeling of fucking a young girl who appreciated an older man
who could hold off his orgasm for 15 or 20 minutes longer than a
young man. It was all fantastic.
John suddenly realized he was going to cum.
Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with the loud slap
of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came from her pussy,
he groaned and closed his eyes, only aware of the heat and spasms
in his own loins. With an animal cry of lust he heaved his cock
into her pussy and froze. His cock hesitated, then spewed hot
cum into her cute mound. She withered on his cock, bringing
herself to another orgasm. They intertwined, gasping and
clutching at each other as their bodies exploded.

They rested. Tonya lit a cigarette. John started
to caution her about the evils of smoking. He suddenly
remembered the meteor and chuckled to himself.
“I keep forgetting,” he chuckled, shaking his
head.
“Forgetting what?”
“That the world will end tomorrow.”
“Oh, damned, so did I. I was happy for a
moment.”
“Sorry.”

“So what are you going to do now?”
“Kiss my daughters, overeat, sit in the middle of
a women’s locker room and watch them get naked, maybe rob a
bank.”
“Be careful, you don’t want to spend your last day
on earth in jail.”
“Point well taken,” he nodded.
“Can I go with?”
“I… sure, why not,” he said in amazement. “You
would be an excellent companion.”

“Now you notice,” she said as she took a drag from
her cigarette.
“Let’s shower and dress,” he said, rushing toward
the bathroom. They made a race of it. Luckily, the layout of
the house was identical to his own, so he reached it first. They
took a shower together.
John entered, holding the door for Tonya.
“Dad,” Emily, his oldest said. Her face changed
when she saw Tonya.
“This is Tonya, our neighbor,” John said
calmly.
“I know, dad,” Emily said in a condescending
tone.

“We are lovers,” John said matter-of-factly,
trying to break through her superior attitude. It worked.
“Wh… what!” she gasped.
“We have been making love all afternoon. I highly
recommend it. I would suggest that you go out and try it
yourself.”
“Dad,” Emily gasped.
“Suit yourself,” he shrugged.
“Not hardly, dad.”

“Well I will write you a check for three hundred
dollars. Divide it equally with your sisters and have fun,” he
said, taking out his checkbook.
“Only a hundred, John?” Tonya asked, looking from
one to the other, then giving him a significant look.
“Right,” he said, holding his pen aloft. “I will
make it three thousand. Make sure they get their share.”
“Ouh, I like her already,” Emily smiled at Tonya.
Tonya gave her a bright smile in return. “Hey, are you trying to
get rid of us?” Emily asked, taking the check.
“Absolutely.”
“Well it worked,” Emily said happily. She hugged
her father, then Tonya, and ran upstairs screaming for her
sisters.

“I’ll get my hugs and kisses when they run out of
money,” John said sagely. “Right now, it’s time for us to have a
little fun. What would you like to do first?”
“Get married?”
“A great idea. But I’m afraid the law doesn’t
allow it. There is a waiting period and such.”
“What if you share your news with a minister. I’m
sure he’d make allowances.”
“We can try,” he shrugged, leading her to the
door.

Mr. and Mrs. John S. Battle stopped at Luigi’s for
lunch. They ate as much as they could hold, then ordered the
most expensive wine. John’s 100,000 bank account was dwindling.
Not that he would need it after tomorrow.

John finished his meal and sipped his coffee. His
eyes went to the shapely waitress who had waited on them. She
was a bitch, but a good looking bitch.
“I would love to get a piece of her,” John said as
Tonya lit a cigarette.
“Well as your new bride, I should take exception
to that. But I won’t. Wait until she returns and stick your
hand under her dress. What do you have to lose?”
“My eye, my nose, my…”
“Ok, I get the message. What if I distract
her?”
“How?”

“A kiss should do it. You game?”
“Ok, sure,” John said breathlessly. It was hard
to drop the trappings of civilization, after rigidly following
the rules for so long. But what the hell.
“Miss,” Tonya called. She saw the disgusted look
on the waitresses face. That decided them. She needed to be
taken down a notch.
“Yeah,” she said as she stood beside John and
looked across the table at Tonya. Tonya crooked a finger at the
girl. The girl leaned across the table, as if to listen. Tonya
grabbed her on the back of the neck and pulled her into a
passionate kiss. The girl struggled for a moment, then
responded. John heard the murmur of surprised voices behind him.
He didn’t care. They would all be dead tomorrow. He would give
them something to remember.
John lifted the girl’s black dress and gawked at
her white panties. He heard excited chatter behind him, mixed
with a little laughter. He calmly hooked his fingers into the
waistband of her panties and yanked them down. She struggled,
but Tonya had a good hold on her hair. John leaned down and
licked the girl’s ass, then leaned down until he could lick her
pussy. After several wonderful strokes he sat up and wiped his
mouth.
“She is fantastic,” he said to his new wife. “You
should try her.”

Tonya released the angry girl. She turned from
one to the other, not knowing who to slap first.
“I will give you five thousand dollars to stop by
my house later and fuck us both,” Tonya said calmly. The girl’s
mouth opened in outrage, then it closed with a snap.
“Make it ten.”
“No, five. You are not quite worth ten.”
“I… ok,” she said, suddenly happy. John helped
her pull up her panties. She left, giving them a wave. Applause
broke out in the restaurant around them. An angry manager came
out of the kitchen to see what as going on.
“Ooops, time to go,” John whispered. He left a
very large tip and took the unfinished bottle of wine. They went
outside to the fountain. They sat on the fountain wall and
shared the bottle.

“This is nice,” he said, handing her the
bottle.
“It is,” she agreed. “Wouldn’t it be nice if
nobody had inhibitions, they could all live life like we are
today.”
“I think there is a song about that. No, it
wouldn’t be nice, it would be utter chaos,” John said with a
laugh.
“An uproar broke out around them. Several women
screamed and men cursed.
“What’s the matter?” Tonya called to the nearest
man.
“A meteor. It’s coming at the earth. We will all
die tomorrow,” the man screamed over his shoulder as he ran for
home.

“Well, the word is out,” John said sadly. “We
might as well go home and watch the news.”
“I guess so. We can’t do much now.”
A window suddenly broke behind them. John
shielded Tonya from the broken glass. They ran out of the
square.

“You want coffee?” Tonya asked. John sat down and
grabbed the remote. He immediately saw a picture of the meteor.
It looked huge.
The science advisor for the white house was
speaking.

“…the President’s plan to destroy the meteor,”
the tv said in mid-sentence.
“Good luck with that,” he mumbled. “Sure, cream
no sugar,” he yelled.
Tonya joined him with her own coffee. “I hardly
feel married,” she said as she took a sip.
“Shhh, I’ve got the end of the world on.”
“Are they saying anything new?”
“Something about destroying it.”

Tonya coughed and choked. “Can they do that?”
“I don’t think so. The mass is approximately 200
square miles.”
“But John, what if they do?”
“They we live a long and happy life,” he said with
a smile. His eyes suddenly widened. He looked down at the
wedding band on his hand and toyed with it with his fingers.
“Yeah,” Tonya nodded.
“…the combined force of 60 ICBM’s may shatter
the ice meteor in time,” Richard Gavin was saying. John knew
him, he was a colleague.

“Ice?” John said in awe.
“What? What does that mean?” Tonya looked from
him to the television.
“If it’s really made up of ice, the sun is
softening it even now. The combined force of several nuclear
weapons could shatter it. Theoretically, the pieces would burn
up in the atmosphere.
“Could that guy be wrong?” she pointed at the
TV.
“Richard is never wrong. He won’t even open his
mouth until he’s checked his facts three times. How could I be
so stupid?” he said with a small laugh.
“Then we won’t die?” she asked happily.

“Apparently not. And I have a brand new wife,” he
said, hugging her close. “I guess we should tell the children,”
he looked out the window toward his own house.
“I don’t think they are home yet. I hope they get
home safely, the world went a little insane there for a
while.”
“Yes, and so did we. I guess we had better cancel
our date with the waitress,” he said with some misgivings.
“Not necessarily,” she said thoughtfully. “Not
unless you want to,” she said quickly.
“No, it’s fine with me,” he said, restraining a
shout of joy. “I think I might enjoy married life,” he said with
a chuckle.

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2008-Mar-31 - My Train Trip

I was waiting at the station, not wanting to go on my 4-hour journey. I wanted
to go to the beach and not visit my family. Then the train pulled into the station,
and I picked up my suitcase and boarded the train. I put my suitcase up in the
rack and taking a seat in the corner. I pull my CD player out and start listening
to some music trying to relax.

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My eyes started to drift around the train noticing there was someone else in
here with me. He was looking straight at me, his eyes very deep and set in the
most handsome face I had ever seen. I knew this train ride would be worth it
after all. I smiled over and him and invited him to come and sit with me. I
noticed how tall he was and well he was dressed and that smile just melted me.
I just hoped he was a good fuck as he was attractive.

He just sat next to me staring at me; I glanced down to make sure my nipples
weren’t sticking out. I stared back at him just staring as we both sat in silence.

I finally broke the silence, “so do you like what you see?” He smiled at me,
approving of what he saw. I am going to be on this train for 4-hours so why
don’t we make the trip worthwhile. He rested his hand on my thigh, just high
enough to excite me. I whisper in his ear, “follow me”.

I took him up to one of the private rooms in the train that was not taken.
Locking the door behind us I turned around to see how tall he was, he was so
much taller than me.

He slipped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him bending down
to kiss me. I could feel his tongue slip into my mouth and meet with my tongue.
I pulled away a bit to breath and he pushed me against the wall. His hands roamed
down my back, to my butt and down further to my thighs and under my short skirt.

His hand moved back to my butt and I could his hand fingering at my g-string.
He then began to suck and lick my neck, still exploring my bare ass. I began
to moan running my hands up down his sides, slowly taking his shirt off. His
chest was so well shaped.

I gently ran my fingers along his zip line feeling his hard cock already bulging.
He undid my skirt letting it drop to the floor. I began to undo his pants releasing
his hard cock from them. He lifted my shirt above my head revealing my hard
nipples.

My nipples so hard, his cock so hard I began to massage it through his boxers
while he slid his pants down. I pulled his boxers down kneeling between his
legs nuzzling his balls with my nose and licking the length of his cock. It
was about 8 inches long and thick enough to be a tight fit.

He begins to pump his cock into me as I grab his ass holding myself against
him, the friction in my cunt so tight and so fulfilling. He grabs my ass as
he begins to fuck me faster moaning at me. Pumping at a constant rate but harder
each time. I moaned loudly and could feel the walls of my cunt contract against
his cock as I came. He pulls out of me turning me against the wall making me
bend over my ass high in the air. He grabs my hips with his hands ramming his
huge cock deep into my cunt again. I just love been fucked from behind. I scream
loudly at him, urging him to fuck me harder. His motions become more violent
and he reaches for my breast fondling it and pinching it hard. I could feel
him about to cum, his cock swelling up inside of me as he continued to ram me
harder and faster. I was about to cum again, as I felt his hot cum start to
spurt into me, as a more powerful orgasm spread throughout my whole body.

The muscles of my cunt seemed to contract forever, drawing more and more cum
out of his huge cock. I slouched against the wall feeling his cock begin to
soften inside of me. Trying to regain our composure as I felt his cock slowly
fall out of me.

Looking at how much time we still had left on the train, I figured I would
let him regain his strength for a bit so we could fuck again.

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2008-Mar-31 - Jana H - Garden of eden

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2008-Mar-31 - Teen spreads wide and rubs her swollen clit

My dreams have come true
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2008-Mar-31 - Two bi chicks get drunk and have sex with 4 guys

Ira & Anita are just two teen girls who start off their day by the lake drinking when they start to kiss and touch each other, They get well into it when a group of guys who has been watching all this experimentation decided to join the girls for drinks and pussy! The action in the video is non-stop hardcore group teen fucking!

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2008-Mar-30 - Father O??™Reilly??™s True Confessions: Part Two

My name is Father Francis O’Reilly and everything you are about to read is absolutely true, as told to me by parishioners in my flock!!! The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the “communal forgiveness” that is bestowed each week during regular Sunday Mass, and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with hands folded and head bowed, and confessing to a Priest before God!!! I personally find it amusing when I read in the liberal press that the sexual revolution is dead, because it has been my experience that that not only is it alive and well, it is proliferating and growing exponentially in the very heartland of America!!! So, dear reader, with out further or do, these are my stories!!!!

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Kit’s Confession

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned in the eyes of the Lord!!! When was your last confession, my son!?! It was over two years ago, Father, but I’m ashamed to say that since then I have fallen from grace in the most debaucherous of ways, I’m not even sure that you can help me!!! God only requires that you ask for his forgiveness, your simple request will open up his kingdom to you, so why don’t you begin!!! Well, Father, about a year ago I lost my job and with it my self respect!!! I was too proud to call and ask my parents for the help they would have been happy to give me, and now every night when I go to bed, I rue my decision more and more!!! After my savings was depleted on the necessities of life, I found that the only way to make the money I needed to survive was to sell my body!!! I have been endowed with a much larger than average penis, and I immediately found that a large penis is the currency of trade in the gay community!!!

In the gay bars men would pay money just to feel my erection, and a lot more to put it in their mouths!!! It became common for me to sit at a table in the back of a bar with my erection out, letting anyone who passed by feel or suck it!!! On may occasions in the bars I frequented all of the men had their penises out all of the time, and I must admit it was exhilarating to be among men with large full erections and being able to touch and suck them when ever I wanted to!!! Many nights I would stand at the bar drinking beer and pressing my hard penis against another man’s erection, until both of us would finally ejaculate all over each other to the cheers of those around us!!! Older men from the suburbs would come into the bars and we young guys with the big erections would have anal intercourse with these men in the rest room and then we’d make them suck us until we ejaculated all over their faces and take all of their money!!! I finally realized the error of my ways when I found myself walking around my apartment with my penis out and erect when no one else was there to see it!!! I beg of you to help me, Father!!!

My son, knowing you were wrong is over half of the battle, now say one hundred Hail Marys and go in peace!!! Thank you, Father, Hail Mary full of grace……………..

Bobbi’s Confession

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned!!! How may I help you, my child!?! Oh, Father, I don’t know where to begin, it’s been so long since my last confession!!! Why don’t you take a deep breath and start at the beginning, and take your time, we’re alone here, so begin whenever you’re ready!!! I-it stared about a month ago, Father, at a friend’s house, and it was so innocent!!! My friend had just recently had a baby girl and I just dropped in to help with her housework, because she was so worn out from taking care of the baby!!! Anyway, she was nursing the baby as I worked, and naturally we talked about how things were going for her, and after she put the baby down for her nap, she began complaining about how her breasts were so full of milk that they had become very painful!!! She was trying to get her breast pump working, but the hose had a crack in it, so to make a long story short, I ended up on the sofa sucking the milk from her breasts just to ease her swelling!!! It didn’t take long for both of us to become aroused from the breast play,

and as I continued suckling her, she slid her hand into her panties and began masturbating wantonly!!! It was very embarrassing, but what stunned and frightened me was when she began caressing my breasts with her other hand, and pretty soon my own vagina was as hot as hers was!!!

My friends breasts were always large, but when they were filled with milk they were absolutely enormous, so when she struggled to her feet and stripped of all of her clothing, she looked so erotic with her breasts hanging down low and full that I just automatically reached under my skirt and began doing my own clitoris!!! She stood there in front of me with her hands on her hips and her legs apart, with her crotch thrust forward in the most lewd way you could possibly imagine!!! He vagina had been shaved for the birth of the baby, so her lips were bare but very full with her clitoris sticking out between the folds of her labia!!! While I was furiously fingering my own vagina, she moved a little closer to me, and in a soft voice pleaded with me to orally satisfy her!!! I was so far gone by then that I offered no resistance when she took me by the hair and drew my mouth to her sex!!! She was sopping wet, and within a matter of minutes my tongue had brought her to at least two blinding orgasms that almost made her pass out, while my own climax slammed into my vagina just as her first one commenced!!!

Well, my child, that was quite the story, but I feel that fifty Hail Marys and regular attendance at Sunday Mass should be sufficient to reconcile your sins with the All Mighty, go in peace and sin no more!!! Thank you, Father, I will try!!!

Judy’s Confession

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, my last confession was three weeks ago!!! My, my, have we fallen from grace so soon, please, confess your sins, my dear!!! I-I have committed adultery, Father, for the first time in my life I have broken my wedding vows!!! My husband is a good provider and a wonderful man who doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment, but it was as if it was someone else doing these foul deeds and not me, but alas, I know that it was!!! It all began a week ago when I was downtown shopping for some summer clothing for the kids!!! I stopped in a coffee chop to get a soft drink, and I was just minding my own business, when a very handsome young black man sat down at the counter next to me and ordered a coffee to go!!! I hadn’t really given him much of look, but he nodded at me and smiled a very dazzling smile that momentarily flustered me!!! I went back to my soda while he waited for his coffee, and it just turned out that when I left the cafe, he was right behind me!!! Out on the street I turned and started walking north, and incredibly he moved along side of me and matched me stride for stride and introduced himself!!! I was nervous but flattered all at the same time, but when he offered to drive me to the train, for some unknown reason, I smiled and got in his car!!!

Father, I never ever have done something so reckless let alone dangerous, but when he pulled his car off the main street into a deserted alley and calmly exposed himself to me, I don’t know why I didn’t scream, but instead I just went down on him, and it was heaven!!! I think every white woman fantasizes about making love to a black man, and this one was just so handsome and perfect that I just couldn’t resist him!!! After filling my mouth with semen, he gently reached under my dress pulling off my panties, pausing for a second or two to give me a quick fingering!!! I leaned against his shoulder whimpering like a baby, but it wasn’t long before he picked me up like a rag doll and sat me down over his lap and onto his hard penis!!! I’m glad the alley was deserted because as each inch of this thickness pierced me I groaned louder and louder until I was practically screaming at the top of my lungs when I bottomed out on his gigantic organ!!!

It was incredibly addictive, so for the next twenty minutes I rode myself to a multitude of brutally animalistic orgasms, the next even more intense than the one preceding it!!! When I was but a limp dishrag slumped over his against his chest, he opened up my dress and sucked my nipples like he was a little baby!!! I didn’t think I could cum again, but his insistent suckling finally roused my clitoris one more time, and out of nowhere my vagina was wracked by another two or three hard climaxes while my vagina convulsed over and over again!!! I met him twice more, but I want to save my marriage, Father, so please grant me absolution for my sins!!!

The sixth commandment, Thou shalt not commit adultery!, recite it twenty times and do Fifty Hail Marys, and good luck my child, let God walk with you!!!

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2008-Mar-30 - Aphrodite Notte - Naughty Video Clips Fun

What's up men. It's Aphrodite Notte here and I'm feeling a little dirty today so I decided to take a bath. And, after it I was still feeling horny, so with the camera watching I decided to rub lotion all over my teen body. Click here to see the naughty video clips of my little bath time adventure. First, I did a little strip tease out of the towel showing off once part of my sexy body at a time. Then when I was completely naked I started pouring the lotion all over me. It was so cold but I rubbed it in making it warm! I ended up fingering my pink pussy. I fingered myself until I started to orgasm. By the time it was done, I was feeling pretty wet!

Want to see more than the short video clips? Visit Aphrodite Notte to see the full-length videos. There you can download all my erotic videos. You can also browse through my collection of naughty photos. I love showing off my body, and I'd love if you would come and check out my naughty website.

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2008-Mar-30 - Miss Roxx - Scottish doll

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2008-Mar-30 - Marina Mendoza - Wet And Messy Shower Play Time

Marina Mendoza Getting Dirty In The Shower

I really had no idea what I was going to do for today's modeling shoot until after I was coming home from my workout. I was feeling all sweaty and needed to take a shower. That's when I thought you might like it if I brought the camera along so you could watch me get all wet.

I love the way hot water feels on my body. I just got a removable shower head added after many of my girl friends suggest that I get one. I love pointing the streams of hot water right at my clit. That along can make me cum. But the fun wasn't over yet. I poured the soap all over my body. It made things a mess, but I think you'll agree it looked pretty sexy too!

Click here to see all of my dirty photos inside my website Marina Mendoza. I'm pretty much the girl next door until you get into my website and really get to know me. Than you find out just how naughty I can get.

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2008-Mar-30 - Elvira is a teen slut

Do not let Elviras cute looks and sweet smile fool you. this cute blonde teen is an absolute cockhound, constantly looking for the next hard cock to suck and fuck. This video features her doing both and showing off just how good an 18 year old girl can do the hard core action. She is not shy at all and is more then willing to show off her tiny perky little tits or her tight and always wet pussy. This girl will make a grown man blush she is so hot!

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2008-Mar-25 - Taste of Love

Taste of Love

by

Alicia Night Orchid

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(Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved)

(This story originally appeared at Oysters and Chocolate. It was runner up in their "Hot Tamales" contest of 2006).

We begin with an amuse bouche—a delicate round of seedless watermelon floating in a ginger-shallot cream sauce, surrounded by emerald green cilantro oil. The watermelon round hosts a spoonful of sashimi tuna marinated in soy, ginger, garlic and chili, topped by a pale yellow mango crisp.

Wallace observes that he enjoyed a similar dish earlier in the summer. That sauce, however, was an anis emulsion, which he believes offered better balance. You have to respect Wallace, because he’s eaten everything and carries the paunch to show it.

Camille complains that her mango crisp isn’t really that crisp, having suffered the unfortunate fate of absorbing the tuna’s marinade. She finishes her second glass of champagne and prods Wallace for another. She’s wearing more jewelry than I own, but is unable to hide the look of someone whose age has caught up with her all at once. There’s a looseness to her flesh, as if she’s wearing her wrinkled skin as a body suit. It’s rumored that she once slept with Bill Clinton, or was it Newt Gingrich? Camille can be indelicate, but her palate is unmatched—so long as she remains sober.

It’s Laci’s reaction I’m interested in. I watch as the watermelon melts in her mouth. Her warm brown eyes, set wide apart in a tan, boyish face, flutter sensuously. “They should have sautéed the ginger and shallot in higher-fat butter,” she concludes. “The butter they used caused the shallot to caramelize and burn, overwhelming the delicacy of the dish.”

She’s an ex-chef at a three-star restaurant in Los Angeles and has been food critic for a major east-coast newspaper for the past ten years. Even Wallace is impressed with her observation and his loud harrumph confirms it.

“What do you think, Alana?” Laci turns her whole body toward me in a sweeping motion.

I think she’s the most self-assured woman I’ve ever met. I think her taste is impeccable. I think how wonderful it would be to kiss her, run my tongue across her perfect teeth, smear her red lipstick. It’s hard to resist the urge to lick the smudge of cream sauce from the corner of her luscious mouth.

“What makes the dish is the tuna,” I say, trying to sound more confident than I am. “Let’s face it, this is the most delicious tuna any of us has ever eaten and each cube is as perfectly diced as its sister.”

“No denying the tuna,” Wallace agrees.

Laci smiles condescendingly. We both know I’m a token at the table, the food critic for the local paper, while my table companions are international gourmands with a global following. “This is good tuna,” she admits. “Too bad the sauce overwhelms it.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s true.” Camille says, stifling a yawn, “OK, OK, I’m ready to move on. What’s next? Are we having the Sauvignon Blanc or have we decided on that overpriced Pinot Grigio?”

Laci winks at me. “I could probably teach you a thing or two.”

I wish she would and I tell her so.

* * *

For our first course, Camille and I have selected Pacific prawns on a bed of fire-roasted tomato risotto. The shrimp is sweet and tender with a hint of the open sea, the risotto creamy and rich. Fresh peas dot the dish’s surface, varying both the appearance and texture. A pinch of micro-greens adds interest and a surprising burst of flavor.

“Oh my God,” Camille tilts her head back and stares heavenward theatrically.

“It’s wonderful,” I say. “I love the peas. Crunchy on the outside. Like velvet on the inside.”

“The shrimp is perfect. And, there are even bits of lobster in the risotto,” Camille reports to the table. “Delicious, just delicious.”

Wallace and Laci have opted for scallops. A pan-seared cylinder of flesh resides on a bed of sautéed leeks. A beet juice reduction, a dazzling crimson concoction, criss- crosses the plate, reminiscent of a Jackson Pollack painting.

“Yes,” Wallace says. “Very nice.”

Laci nods. “My scallop is slightly overcooked, but otherwise it’s wonderful.”

Camille shoots her a glance. “Ah, yes, but you like it pink on the inside, don’t you?”

Laci smiles naughtily. “I’ve been known to.”

“I remember only too well.”

“Ladies, please,” Wallace intervenes. “It’s more than an old man can contemplate.”

Laci rolls a bite of scallop in the beet reduction, spears a leek round, and offers me a bite. “How do you like it?”

The scallop is like butter from the sea, the beet and leek earthy and sweet. I lick lingering juices from my lips. “Incredible,” I breathe.

Laci downs the rest of it in one bite. “Scallops should quiver on the inside,” she instructs, pointing her fork at me. “Otherwise, this is excellent.”

“Next,” Camille waves for the waiter. “It’s time for something more robust. We need a white burgundy or a chardonnay.”

Wallace fills her glass with the last of the Pinot Grigio. Camille takes a sip and leans near him, her mouth at his ear. She whispers something while looking directly at me. Wallace stifles a chortle, before sliding his arm around her shoulders.

“You are such a vamp,” he tells her, to which she merely nods in agreement.

* * *

Laci and I choose a butternut squash soup for our next course, while Camille and Wallace settle on the field greens salad augmented with poached quail’s egg and lamb’s tongue.

The soup, the color of autumn itself, exudes a tangy aroma of star anise, its texture smooth as the underside of your lover’s tongue. As the soup coats my throat I am sated and filled with longing at the same time. I consider discarding my spoon and drinking from the bowl.

Laci’s lips close around the spoon as if she’s sucking a nipple. She nods approvingly. “Oh, my. Now, that is just right. Simple, elegant, ripe with flavor.”

Under the table, she rests a hand on my knee and shoulders up, as if we are co-conspirators in a grand scheme. “Wouldn’t this be nice in front of a fire? I just had a wood burning fire place installed on my patio, next to the Jacuzzi.”

I blink to a fantasy image of naked flesh, dappled with goose bumps, backlit by a flickering flame. She’s a large woman, not obese, just womanly in the classic sense. Her breasts are pendulous, motherly. I imagine her ass—broad, white, and inviting as an unmade bed.

“Maybe you’d like to try it sometime?” I feel her fingers tighten.

“I’ll bring the wine. You make the soup.”

“Something like that,” she says coyly.

Across from us, Camille and Wallace are increasingly chummy. They’ve linked arms to share a sip of the California chardonnay Camille settled on. They’re laughing heartily at who knows what at this point. Camille quaffs her glass. “Watch out for her my young friend,” she tells me. “When she eats a peach, she doesn’t leave the pit.”
“Camille,” I feign embarrassment.

Laci is undaunted. “How’s the salad, Wallace?” she asks.

“The lambs tongue,” he says thoughtfully, “reminds me of a young man from San Diego.”

“He’s such a whore,” Camille says.

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Wallace replies.

Laci’s touch rides a little higher on my thigh. I adjust the napkin on my lap and stroke the back of her hand with my fingertips.

* * *

Between courses, a dollop of lemon sorbet arrives to cleanse our palates. Someone, Wallace I believe, has ordered a peppery Zinfandel. A white wine leaves me edgy and wanting more, but the Zin warms me, fills me.

Once in high school, before declaring myself a lesbian, I allowed a boy to fuck me in his car, a used Ford Expedition that smelled of leather and cigarettes. As a precaution against any and everything, I was on the pill. Because he was a nice boy, I let him come inside, my legs spread wide, feet straining against the back of the front seat. The feeling of red wine hitting bottom reminds me of the sensation of his warm semen bathing the walls of my pussy.

For their main course, Wallace and Camille enjoy a veal loin swimming in a silky demiglace and accompanied by a parsnip puree and an assortment of wild mushrooms and truffles.

Laci and I have chosen the rack of lamb. The scent of rosemary and garlic rising from the medium-rare chops is like coming home from the woods on a winter’s evening. The pink of the flesh is like the pucker of a lover’s ass.

Wallace raises his glass in a toast. “To the chef.”

“To the chef,” we all repeat.

We watch as he inhales a bite from the tines of his fork. His expression is pure bliss. He chews once, twice, and then rinses it down with another sip of wine. “Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes,”

“Now, who did that remind you of?” Camille asks. “The young man from New York or that married fellow from Boston you seduced last week?”

Wallace shakes his head. “Neither, my dear. More like the tender loins of other boys when I was but a boy myself.”

“Tender loins, my ass.” Camille waves a hand over her dish, inhaling the fragrance of the mushrooms. “Oysters, porcini, chanterelles. Black truffles. It’s fucking sex on a goddamn plate.”

The folds of the oyster mushrooms glisten in the dim light and the entire restaurant is suddenly redolent with the truffles. I can’t look away and Camille reads me for the wanton little slut I am. She offers a taste from across the table.

“Oh, I can’t,” I stammer.

“But, you must,” she says. “Never pass up a chance encounter with a fat, black truffle.”

It’s like eating your lover’s pussy for the third time in the same evening, musky and familiar, and no sooner do the juices release in my mouth than they release in my satin panties. Oh, I’m slippery down there all right, slippery as an oyster in its shell. An oyster ready to be shucked and swallowed whole.

“This lamb,” Laci says, “is outstanding. Domestic for sure, not gamy like the Australian lamb Wallace and I had in Philadelphia last week.”

Her measured tone belies her surreptitious movements under the table. I’m still recovering from the truffles, when her hand takes mine and pulls it deep into the crotch of her wool blend slacks. “What do you think, Alana? Have you tried the lamb yet?”

Wallace and Camille are too engaged in their tenderloins and truffles to pay us any mind. “Not yet,” I manage, barely able to speak.

“You really should,” but when I try to withdraw my hand, she clinches powerful thighs together. “Here, I’ll cut it for you.”

Laci reaches across to my plate and slices a bite of lamb. As she feeds me, her forearm brushes my nipple through the silk of my blouse and she might as well have tweaked my clit. Thankfully, she and I are against a wall, and no one can see my hand caressing the fabric between her legs. She’s wet too. I can tell by the way the fabric glides across her slit.

Her eyes are on fire as she watches me devour the lamb. It’s strong, chewy, filling.

“You two, you two!” Camille snaps her fingers at us. “You can take the girl out of the bedroom,” she confides to Wallace, “but you can’t take the bedroom out of the girl. Look at these two lovebirds.”

I pull my hand away from Laci. “You have such a dirty mind,” I tell Camille.

“You wouldn’t have a clue,” she replies, “but you can find out anytime you want.”

“How’s the lamb?” Wallace asks me, saving the moment.

“Luscious, delectable, scrumptious. All these things and more.”

“You’re drunk to boot,” Camille says and tilts her wine glass in my direction. “Short ball hitter” she concludes contemptuously.

“I’ll bet she can go the distance,” Laci says.

‘But can she take you the distance? That’s the question,” Camille replies pointedly.

“Bitch,” Laci breathes into my ear. “Her, not you.”

* * *

Dessert arrives in a flourish of waiters and plates and decaf. Laci and I share a chocolate chocolate raspberry torte decorated with chocolate Grenache butterfly wings that remind me of freshly shaven labia. Some much fucking chocolate. I want to eat it off of Laci’s breasts. I want to melt it on her belly and drink it as it drips from between her legs.

Camille and Wallace are sharing an old standby, the Crème Brule. Camille feeds it to him as if he were a baby. His face has grown heavier, his voice more gravely over the course of the evening. “The cream," he mumbles between bites. “I love the cream, love it, love it, love it.”

“There, there,” Camille pats his back, rubs his shoulder. “Of course you do, of course you do.”

Laci grips my forearm. “We’re off to the Ladies,” she announces, pulling me after her.

“Sluts,” Camille calls after us. “You’re both sluts.”

It’s late and we’ve overstayed our welcome, even for food critics. The restaurant, including the Ladies, is deserted. Laci kicks open a stall, towing me along. Once inside, she kisses me, gives me a swirl of tongue, before pushing me against one wall and flattening herself against the opposite.

“Show me your breasts,” she demands.

And, of course, there’s no denying her now. I fumble with the buttons of my blouse, the front snap on my bra. My tits spill into my hands, white and firm, but no larger than passion fruits. “Milk them,” she orders me.

How did she know I’d do anything she asks? I squeeze and pull, gently at first, then more aggressively, watching her watch me. Her mouth is a perfect “O,” her eyes glassy. I’m dizzy, floating, suspended like an egg about to be poached.

“Feed them to me,” she breathes into my ear.

I cup a breast in each hand and offer them up, kneading as if I’m making bread. She graces first one nipple, then the other with her mouth. Sharp teeth nibble and nip. “Suck me ‘til I bleed,” I gasp. My ass thumps the toilet wall like a pulsating blender.

She steps away, face flushed. “Show it to me. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

I lift my skirt, push pantyhose and panties down, step out of one leg. Below the stripe of curly brown hair, I open myself. I’m ripe and red as a blood orange, oozing juice.

“Fuck,” she says. “Turn around.”

I face the wall, panting like a bitch.

”Spread your cheeks. Show me everything.”

I’m beyond any semblance of modesty. This woman owns me. I thrust out my ass, rotating it, beckoning her. I spread myself for her like a cheap whore. She’s down on me that fast, her nose in my butt crack, her tongue in my cunt. While she laps at my opening, I finger my clit.

I feel it building, bubbling like a pot about to boil. “Oh shit,” I’m almost there already, sooner than I want to be.

It’s her clue to withdraw. She leans against the far wall again and wriggles out of slacks and a thong. She takes my hand and guides it between her legs. I love it that she’s natural, bristling with fur. The residue of my own syrup shimmers on her cheeks as my fingers find her groove. She’s so wet, it’s like dipping into a finger bowl.

Inside, her pelvic muscles tug and squeeze at my tentative digit. She pulls away and lifts my nectar-coated fingers to my mouth. “Taste me,” she says.

She’s salty and sweet at the same time, like Junior Mints and popcorn at a movie, and I want more. I drop to my knees, burying my face in the fur, kissing thighs and lips, running a tongue inside her crease. A strong hand on the back of head pulls me closer.

I penetrate her with two fingers, while the flat of my tongue circles her clit. This girl knows what her lover needs. This girl knows how to get her off. She’s rides my fingers, grinds against my face, whimpers out her fuck noises. I flick her fast and light with the tip of my tongue until a sudden sharp intake of air tells me that I’ve got her. Her come starts with a Yes, yes, yes, continues with a long spasm of her belly, and ends with the walls of her cunt rhythmically clinching my fingers.

When she’s seen it home, I nuzzle my way up to her throat. She holds me, telling me how beautiful I am, what a wonderful lover I am. I sink into her arms, those large, firm breasts. She pushes a thigh between my legs and I begin to hump while her hands clinch my ass. I’m beyond lust, in the fuck-drunk zone where the only way out is to come and come and come.

“Oh god, oh god.”

She’s kissing me and I’m grinding against her. Our nipples duel like swords. Our bodies undulate like batter in a blender. And, then I’m there and there and there, my face in her shoulder, my pussy slick and swollen and twitchy against her greasy thigh. When it’s over and she’s wrung every drop of pleasure from my body, she kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips. “This is just the beginning,” she whispers.

“I want to crawl inside you.”

“I’ll tell you when.”

* * *

Camille and Wallace have departed by the time we return. The busboys have cleared the table and the head waiter explains that Wallace has paid the tab, courtesy of one of the several periodicals for which he writes.

“Wallace always picks up the tab,” Laci says. She pulls a fifty from her wallet. “Our compliments to the chef.”

We hold hands on our way to the door. “I can’t wait to make you breakfast,” I tell her. Breakfast is something I can do. I’ve had plenty of practice on myself.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Eggs benedict, Bananas Foster, French toast. Anything you like.”

“An omelet with Gruyere cheese and chives works for me.”

“Strong hot coffee.”

“Definitely, and maybe a Danish,” she says.

“Maybe bagels and lox,” I counter.

“With capers, mascarpone, and diced red onion.”

“Definitely.”

Laci smiles and squeezes my hand. She flags a cab by twirling her panties in the air. We both laugh, giddy with the meal, the wine, the sex. I think this woman is going to like me—at least as long as the food lasts.

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2008-Mar-25 - Girl Friday

“Well, I’m happy to see that your shorthand and typing skills are up to snuff, Miss Egan, now how are you on a computer,” asked the interviewer!?! “Very good,” Melanie replied, “I’ve had extensive training on all of the major business soft wear products and am familiar with all types of pc’s!!!” Dee Waller drummed her fingers on her desk while studying Melanie Knox’s file, set it down, and began slowly, “You realize that the position you are applying for is that of executive secretary for Stanton Ingalls, the chief operating officer of this firm?!?” Melanie nodded her head and replied, “Yes, I feel that I have all of the qualifications necessary to do a excellent job for Mr. Ingalls, I’ve been in the business for twelve years now, and feel I’m ready for the big time!!!” Leaning back in her chair with her fingers interlaced behind her head, Miss Waller continued carefully, “This is a delicate position, and one that requires the utmost in discretion, Mr. Ingalls will be entrusting you with many confidential details of the inner workings of our company!!!” I understand perfectly,” Melanire replied, “my behavior at my previous employment has been above reproach, so I feel Mr. Ingalls can hire me with the utmost confidence!!!” “I’m sure of that,” Dee went on, “but the job also requires, ah, how should I put it, a more hands on and personal relationship with Mr. Ingalls!!!”

“I-I’m not sure what you mean,” Melanie stammered, a little confused at the direction the conversation had taken!!! “Now, Miss Egan, you’re a bright young woman,” Dee Waller replied smoothly, “just how much does a top flight executive secretary make these days!?!” “I don’t know exactly,” Melanie replied slowly, “I’d say between forty and sixty thousand per year, depending on length of service and all!!!” “I’d say you’re about right,” Dee replied quickly, “so haven’t you wondered why this position carried a salary of over one hundred thousand dollars per year plus benefits, that’s nearly double what the position normally pays!?!” “Well, I guess I haven’t really given it much thought,” Melanie replied slowly, “so I take it these “personal duties” are what makes the job worth so much!!!” “Now you’re getting the picture,” Dee Waller answered, “are you still interested, if not, you may get up and leave with no hard feelings what so ever from our side!?!” “No,” she replied, “I’m still interested, but I would like to hear exactly what I’d be getting myself into!!!” A small smile spread over Dee Waller’s face and opined, “That’s a very sensible reaction, so here’s the deal!!!”

“I don’t know what you’ve heard about Stanton Ingalls,” Miss Waller went on, “but let me tell you this, from personal experience he is one of the most dynamic individuals you will ever have the pleasure of meeting, but along with his overwhelming personality and drive, also comes his penchant for over indulgence!!!” “His needs in these instances can be almost ravenous,” she intoned, “and you must always be willing and able to do what ever is necessary to fill those particular needs, am I making myself clear on the subject!?!” “Melanie sat back in her chair a little stunned, she HAD wondered why the salary had been so high, but it had never even crossed her mind that she might have to be sexually involved with her boss, so she asked for a little clarification, “You mean I’ll have to sleep with him!?!” “And more,” Dee replied softly, “much,
much, more!!!” “W-what more could he ask of me,” she asked quizzically?!? Now leaning forward in her chair, Dee looked Melanie in the eye and said, “Honey, Mr. Ingalls is going to be traveling the world, and taking you everywhere he goes, it’s the chance of a lifetime, you’ll go places and see thing you never even dreamed about, but if you want this job, you’ll have to do what he says and when he says it!!!” “I’m afraid,” she continued on, “that at times Mr. Ingalls will ask you to be with other people, both male and female, but I promise you, most women would kill for this opportunity, and by the way, the last secretary he had lasted almost five years and retired with million dollar severance package!!!” Melanie sat still, not moving a muscle as she tried to comprehend all that had been dumped in her lap in the last fifteen minutes, it was one thing to fuck the boss, but a whole other kettle of fish to sleep with other woman!!!

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Melanie,” Dee Waller asked softly, “is there anything else you’d like to ask me?!?” After taking a deep breath, Melanie replied, “I-I’ll have to admit I’m a little leery of the whole thing, but I’ve never had sex with another woman, I’m totally heterosexual so I’d hate to get hired and then fail to keep up my end of the bargain, if you know what I mean!!!”
“Of course I do, dear,” Dee said in a voice just above a whisper, “we would never send anyone to meet Mr. Ingalls personally without being completely sure that that person could handle every aspect of the job, including the one you are worried about!!!” “But how……….,” Melanie said as her voice trailed off!?! Again, looking Melanie straight in the eye, Dee Waller replied evenly, “We would have to find out right here and now if you’re the right woman for the job, if you don’t think you can handle it, there’s the door!!!”

“No,” Melanie answered quickly, “I’ll try, but how…………….?!?” Now returning to her soft understanding tone of voice, Dee said softly, “Okay, hon, stand up, lift your skirt, and show me your panties, please!!!” “Right here,” Melanie said incredulously, “w-what if somebody walks in!?!” “I’ve already taken the liberty of locking the door,” Dee replied, “so it you’re ready, show me, please!!!” Slowly Melanie stood up and with a quickly turning red face, she lifted her skirt by the hem and pulled it high over her waist, exposing her panty clad pussy to this complete stranger!
“Mmmmmmm,” Dee hummed, “you wear very pretty under things, and from the looks of it, you’re a true redhead!!!” Her cheeks already were matching her hair, but she still managed to reply, “I am a true redhead, do you think Mr. Ingalls would like that?!?” “Honey,” she answered softly, “Stanton Ingalls loves them red, blonde, black and brunette, but I can assure you that he’ll positively adore your panty cover vagina, now come over here and let me feel your warmth!!!”

“Oh my,” Melanie gasped as Dee Waller leaned over and kissed her vagina through her while lace panties, “t-that feels very nice, I can’t believe I like it!!!” Dee just chuckles a little while she tugged the flimsy under garment off of Melanie’s hips and said, “If you like that, you’re gonna love this,” as she sat Melanie down on the desk in front of her and buried her mouth in the carrot colored bush between her thighs!!!” “God help me,” Melanie moaned, “you do that better than any man I’ve ever had, and you know just where to put your tongue, ohhhhhhhhhhh, myyyyyy!!!”
She felt like a total tramp, but she didn’t even care, the only thing that mattered now was making sure that this cunt lapping interviewer sucked her to an orgasm!!! While her mind was racing at light speed, she realized that this woman to woman thing wouldn’t be a problem at all, and that even if she didn’t get the job, she was going to have to find herself a little pussy licker just like Dee!!! At first she had been a little reticent about letting another woman tongue her, but incredibly, now she was overtly shoving her dripping cunt forward so that Dee Waller could put the most pressure possible on her hot clit!!!

As the muscles in her cuant began to contract wildly, it crossed Melanie’s mind that she wouldn’t mind getting a job as Dee Waller’s private secretary, as there were certainly a few fringe benefits
that immediately sprang to mind!!! “I-I’m cumming,” Melanie stammered, as her pussy drenched the lips and cheeks of the hot cunt lapper, “you’re sucking me to a hot, hard, fucking cum, my clit is so fucking hard, oh yes, do it for me, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” The it was over, just like that, and now her cunt was twitching like crazy as it attempted to relax after the crushing orgasm had just totally ripped it to shreds!!! “So,” Dee said softly, “you like having a girl suck you off, you think it’s really nice, huh!?!” “Oh, yes,” Melanie said softly, “it was the next best thing to heaven!!!” “So you think you can handle it,” Dee asked, “it was no problem, right?!?” “I’m sure I’m ready,” Melanie replied, “bring him on!!!” “You’re getting closer,” Dee
Waller answered back, “but there is one more hurdle for you to clear!!!” “What else is there,” Mealnie asked, “I had sex with a woman and actually I loved it!?!” “No,” Dee corrected her, “I had sex with you, you just sat back and let me eat your pussy, it could have been anybody doing it, but the real test is when you eat this,” as she raised her own dress and exposed a very hairy brown snatch that was already gaping open in excitement!!!

“Y-you want me to suck you off,” Melanie asked doubtfully?!? “Honey, think about it,” Dee chided her gently, “it’s gotta be a prerequisite, and you know it, so let’s get to it if you think you can!!!” Melanie gulped once and said, “Let’s trade places!!!” Melanie had seen some hair pies
in her day, but Dee Waller had the hairiest pussy she had ever seen, but for some reason, as she moved her mouth towards the furry target, she didn’t feel any revulsion at all, in fact, she took a deep breath and her nostrils flared as the aroma of fresh hot pussy filled her lungs!!! “My god, girl,” Melanie whispered, “you have a fucking forest growing down here!!!” “D-do you like it,” Dee asked hopefully, “the men all love it!?!” No answer was forthcoming as Melanie’s mouth made contact which muffled any sound she may have even thought about making!!! Soon the loud slurping sounds of Melanie’s tongue on Dee Waller’s cunt were the only ones audible in the small office, which was soon followed by the soft insistent moans of the hairy pussied cunt lapper!!! “Are you sure you haven’t done this before,” Dee gasped, “you know just where my clit is!?!” Lifting her face to reply, Melanie said sweetly, “You have a lovely vagina, Dee, and I must say, I just adore putting my mouth on your sex organs!!!” “Jesus,” Dee moaned loudly, “I-I just love hearing you talk like that!!!” After giving her a few more hard sucks, Melanie looked back up and asked in a little girl’s voice, “Like how, you mean like when I talk about how pretty your crotch is and how cute it looks when it’s all bulged out and wet?!?” “Oh, yes,” Dee fairly gasped,
“j-just like that, you make me feel like such a pussy!!!” After a few more licks, Melanie whispered, I think this big hairy cunt qualifies you as a pussy, would you like to cum now, dear, should Melanie finish off your pussy with her tongue?!?” It was a rhetorical question really, one that Dee Waller never even tried to answer, as she was too busy having one of the best and longest lasting climaxes she had ever experienced!!! Melanie’s entire face was smeared with sweet cunt juice from Dee’s drooling pussy, but it was her tongue that was doing all of the damage as it bored in hard and fast on the erect little clit that was straining like mad to bring it’s owner a mind numbing orgasm!!!

When it was over, Melanie kept her mouth attached to Dee’s pussy, luxuriating in the taste and smell that the female orgasm had created!!! “You really do like it, don’t you,” Dee asked while running her hand through Melanie’s long soft hair?!? “Reluctantly pulling her mouth form the still shaky cunt, Melanie replied softly, “Yeah, I guess I do, I really do!!!” “Well now is as good a time as any to tell you,” Dee said!!! “What,” Melanie asked, “tell me what!?!” “I left out one minor detail in our interview,” Dee explained softly, “Stanton Ingalls has two executive secretaries, I’m one, and if you’ll take the job, you’re number two!!!” Melanie just stared at Dee
Waller for a moment or two, letting what she had just heard sink in, “You mean we get to stay together,” she asked excitedly!?! Nodding her head and flashing a huge smile, Dee replied happily, “I’m the “other female” you might have to sleep with, is that okay with you!?!” Again, no sound came out of Melanie’s mouth, because it was already filled with the hot wet pussy of Dee Waller, and that was the answer to that!!!

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