Joining Ali and Violet

So, you two are L..." I began, speaking to the two women cuddled up together on a couch in front of me.

"Lovers?" Ali interrupted.

"Life Partners?" Violet countered, causing both to giggle.

"Lesbians?" I finally finished my question.

"Nope!" Ali said.

"Not at all," Violet agreed.

"So you're bisexual? But you're in a committed relationship," I ventured.

"Yes yes," Ali nodded emphatically.

"We are committed..." Violet added.

"Well, it's been fun talking with you girls but I should find my friends." The truth was the party was packed with attractive women and while I found Ali and Violet amusing and cute enough, I had hopes of getting lucky that evening and two partnered women didn't seem to be the right place to look.

"He's not getting it," Violet said to Ali.

"Nope, he's not. Boys can be so dense," Ali agreed.

"They can be cute when they're dense," Violet stated.

"Well this one would be cute no matter what," Ali observed about me, resulting in emphatic nodding from her partner.

"What am I not getting?" I asked.

"Well let's lay out the details," Ali began.

"See if you can put two and two together to make three," Violet continued, resulting in even more giggles.

"Ok, lay it out for me," I said, frustrated at their antics, but my curiosity getting the better of me.

"We have both flirted with you, yes?" Ali asked. I nodded.

"And we're not teases!" Violet stated emphatically.

"Nope, teases are bad!" Ali nodded in agreement.

"So we're not lesbians, and we're not teases, and we're both flirting with you. You tell us what's the most logical answer Mr. Man," Violet stated.

"Um, you're fighting over me?"

"We'd never fight over a guy!" Ali exclaimed.

"Yep, we know how to share," Violet agreed.

The suggestion of sharing gave me my hint, and I decided to go for broke. "Are you both propositioning me? I mean, you know, together?"

"You mean threesome?" Violet asked.

"Menage-a-trois?" Ali added.

"Two chicks, one dick?" Violet topped her, and again they burst into laughter.

"Uh, yeah."

"Ding ding ding!" Ali exclaimed.

"Give the man a prize!" Violet stated.

"Or two?" Ali asked.

"Or four?" Violet said, pushing her tits together under her low cut top for emphasis. I was a tad skeptical, but was willing to see if they were serious.

"Ok sure. But why? And why me?"

"Well you see, unfortunately boys seem to have a monopoly on all the dicks," Violet began.

"Oh, give boys some credit Vi," Ali countered. "I happen to think boys have quite lovely bodies. All hard and firm and strong with a bit of hair in all the right places."

"Well yes, remember Ali that I too enjoy men sexually as well. I just don't care to date them."

"Yes, well, you know that I have dated boys. Although right now I'm all about dating a certain girl in the foreseeable future," Ali said, nuzzling her nose against Violet's cheek.

"So yes, as Violet was saying, we love each other but both like cock now and then. And we view it as a sort of community service to select one lucky and worthy guy every now and then to come soil our bed with his manliness."

"It's a lesbian outreach program," Violet agreed with a surprisingly solemn nod.

"I thought you two weren't lesbians?" I asked

"Yes, but lesbian outreach program has more punch than bisexual outreach, don't you think? All straight men already love bi women!" Violet exclaimed.

Ali giggled. "So, yes or no? In or out? In and out perhaps?" Her pretty green eyes held my gaze.

"If you're serious I'm in," I said.

"Good. We're all settled then?" Ali looked over at her partner in crime.

"A worthy specimen if ever there was," Violet agreed. "Would you like to ride with us to our place?"

"That sounds great," I said.

The girls each took one side of me and I walked out of the party with a woman on each arm. One of my buddies saw me on the way out and laughed. I don't think he believed I was on my way to screw both women, but I was still a little skeptical myself.

To my disappointment Violet claimed the front seat in Ali's small car, leaving me by myself in the cramped back. Still, I couldn't blame Violet for wanting to be close to her girlfriend, and was willing to put up with some discomfort with the prospect of a threesome on the horizon.

"So, have you ever had two girls before at the same time?" Ali asked as she drove. "It's ok if you haven't, I just want to know how we should play this."

"I haven't, but I've certainly imagined it plenty of times. I came close once, but one of the girls chickened out at the last minute," I told her.

"Ok, well I think we should start out with you watching Violet and I together, and then we'll tell you when to join in," Ali said. I was amazed how casually she was discussion sexual arrangements; in my experience many women had difficulty talking about preferences in far more mundane situations.

"So how many different guys have been lucky enough to have you both at once?" I asked them.

"We've been together almost nine months now," Violet answered. "We started doing this a few months ago, so you're the fourth guy."

"Does it usually go well?" I asked. I actually found myself a little nervous. While I was usually sexually confident, I did find the prospect of a threesome a little intimidating, even if I knew they were really into each other so the burden wasn't all on me.

"We've chosen carefully," Ali said. "So far our luck has been good. Even the guys that weren't as experienced in bed still were fun to play with."

"Yes, the look on their little faces watching us play together is totally worth it!" Violet added. "Our last one was this cute little eighteen year-old. Kind of a scrawny guy, but so sweet. His eyes practically popped out of his head watching us play."

"Well I'm sure seeing you two together is a thrill for any man," I observed. "What about girls? Do you ever bring in a third?"

"No," Ali stated. "Really, you're here because you have a cock, something both of us lack. I think both of us would be far more jealous seeing the other with another woman."

"I actually understand that. It's like a straight guy who would love to see his girlfriend with another chick, but would hate it if she was with another dude," I noted.

"Exactly," Violet said.

"Well here we are. Home sweet home," Ali said, pulling her car into the garage.

The apartment itself was small but cozy. Ali gave me a tour of the kitchen and living room. "There is beer and soda in the fridge, and we have cable. Make yourself comfy on the couch. Violet and I are going to go get ready, so you just wait here for us, m'kay?" she asked. Violet simply stood by her side, beaming.

I nodded, being perfectly willing to play by their rules to have the experience they were offering. The girls retreated to their bedroom and shut the door, leaving me to get a drink from the fridge and settle down on the worn sofa and watch television.

I discovered they subscribed to the Playboy channel. I surmised that two feminine bisexuals certainly could enjoy the images of mainstream female sexuality. It was showing a mediocre soft-core movie, but it was sexy enough to keep me aroused while I waited.

"Come, come," Ali invited, opening the bedroom door only enough to call out her invitation. I got up and casually walked to the bedroom, not wanting to seem uncool or overeager.

When I entered the bedroom, I was treated to a lovely sight. The girls had changed into flimsy, lacy lingerie, red for Ali while Violet naturally wore lavender. They were short babydolls with matching g-string panties underneath. Dozens of candles provided the only light, but it was plenty sufficient to get an eyeful of their feminine forms. Both women were curvy very sexy.

Their bed was King sized and covered in dark blue patterned sheets. Ali gestured towards an office chair sitting next to a computer desk, which I sat down on. With a lustful grin the girls embraced tenderly and locked lips, kissing as much for my benefit as their own. Each caressed the other's body tenderly as their tongues intertwined. I contented myself to simply watch the Sapphic display in front of me, although I was tempted to unzip my pants and stroke myself.

However I contented myself to simply enjoy the arousing sight before me, my sizable erection twitching inside my pants. Violet cupped Ali's ass gently with her hand, squeezing it. Ali cooed and nibbled upon her partner's neck, eliciting a gasp from Violet. Ali didn't stop there, kissing further down to the swell of her girlfriend's breasts. She nuzzled them affectionately, brushing her nose against them and placing tender kisses upon the soft, pale flesh.

Violet rolled onto her back and assumed a more passive role, enjoying the attention Ali was paying to her breasts. Ali cupped and squeezed them almost possessively though the thin fabric of the negligee. Her kisses became more passionate, and she pulled the cup down from one breast, exposing one of Violet's pale pink nipples briefly before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it.

I had a great view of Ali's ass wiggling in front of me as she suckled upon her partner's tit. The lingerie bottom did nothing to conceal her ass. Not a single hair poked out from beneath her thong, and I imagined Ali would have to be almost completely shaved. I pictured her swollen pink pussy and had to adjust my erection within my pants.

Ali moved to Violet's other nipple and gave it similar attention while Violet's eyes met mine. Her eyes were half-closed, and a beautiful expression of lust was on her face. Upon making eye contact she smiled at me, perhaps remembering my presence and anticipating when I would join them in lovemaking.

Ali turned to me. "She's beautiful isn't she?" Ali slowly traced her fingertips across her lover's breasts, displaying them for me. "I don't know how I got so lucky to be with a woman like my Violet." Ali lowered her mouth to kiss Violet tenderly on her lips. "Don't you think she's sexy?" she asked me.

"She's very sexy," I responded. "You both are." I was amused that despite their brazen display, both women seemed to blush at my compliment.

"Let's show him your tits, Ali," Violet said, propping herself up and cupping one of Ali's ample breasts. Ali's lingerie provided a good bit of cleavage, and her chest was practically falling out of the delicate garment.

"Yes, lets" Ali agreed, gracefully sliding the straps off her shoulders. Violet completed the unveiling, sliding the fabric down and tucking it just below Ali's chest.

They sat next to each other for a moment, smiling at me, arms draped casually against one another almost like two girls posing for a picture at a slumber party, only mostly undressed. I admired their lovely bodies. Physically the girls were quite similar, both pale brunettes with considerable curves. I couldn't help but think that the lovemaking between them was almost a narcissistic experience at times.

"You two are absolutely stunning," I told them.

"Well, you'll be joining us soon, and be free to touch and explore everything you see. But for now we're going to tease you a little longer," Ali said to me. The women lay back down on their sides and kissed once more, casually allowing their passions to build.

Just watching and waiting was almost torturous despite the visual appeal of the two women together. I wanted to spring from my chair and seize them, taking them and making them my own. Still, I sat and waited, letting my eyes soak it all in.

Ali helped Violet remove her negligee, and Violet returned the favor. This left both girls in only their matching g-string panties. Now almost fully naked, the women pressed against each other once more, bare breasts touching bare breasts. For as long as they'd been in bed already, neither had touched the other's pussy; they were taking their time and allowing their anticipation to build before moving on.

Ali whispered something to Violet, who glanced at me and nodded. Without saying a word the women broke their embrace and crawled towards me across the bed, side by side, in an almost predatory, cat-like manner. It was a sight to behold, especially given their impressive chests.

Ali reached me a moment sooner than her lover and slid her hand up my leg, between my thighs to my groin. I jumped visibly from the sudden contact. Ali slid her hand across the length of my cock through my pants and looked at me, eyes slightly wide. "Come, feel this Vi," she said.

Violet had joined Ali sitting on the floor next to her and placed her own hand on the bulge in my pants. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "He's very..."

"Ready?" Ali said with a giggle. She tried to undo my pants but had difficulty with the snap.

I decided to help out and stood up, undoing my pants and sliding my pants and boxers down in one motion. My erection sprang out and stood proudly before the two women looking up at me from the floor. Ali's face showed pure glee, while Violet had a look of awe.

Ali was the first to reach up and touch my cock. "You're a big boy aren't you?" she said more towards my cock than me. "What do you think, Vi?"

Violet mumbled something incomprehensible before saying "You sure know how to pick them, Ali."

"Come, come, up closer to it. It won't hurt you. Never seen one this size, have you?" Ali said to her lover.

"No..." Violet said, moving closer to my cock. "I thought that other guy, Jason, was quite big."

Ali stroked my length slowly. "Yes, he was, long certainly. I think they're about the same in that regard. But this one is as thick as Mr. Blue. Mr. Blue is a certain toy we sometimes play with," she added for my benefit. "Do you want the first lick?" Ali asked, offering me to her lover. I didn't say anything nor move, allowing the interaction to unfold below me.

Violet extended her tongue, sliding the tip of it from the base of my shaft slowly up to the sensitive spot below the head without breaking eye contact with Ali for a moment. Ali held my shaft for Violet, who continued bathing my cock with her tongue while staring at her lover.

For a moment I almost felt ignored, despite the attention my cock was receiving. I was a prop, a living sex toy. Violet wasn't so much trying to please me as show off for her lover, demonstrate how wanton she could be. My feelings of neglect quickly disappeared when Ali's tongue joined Violet's, and I sighed contentedly. I marveled at the sight of the two women licking me, even if their attention was largely focused on each other.

"You want to suck on it while I suck on you?" Ali asked lustfully. Violet nodded. She took my thick shaft in her mouth, opening her jaw widely to accommodate me. Ali kissed down Violet's neck to her bare breasts. She suckled upon them tenderly, glancing up to watch Violet slide her lips up and down me slowly.

I fought the urge to erupt in Violet's pretty mouth. I forced myself to enjoy the sensations without getting too worked up by the situation. I nearly lost it when Ali kissed her way down Violet's tummy and pulled her tiny panty aside to give her tongue access to Violet's fully shaven pussy.

Violet moaned with her mouth full of my cock as her feminine lover's tongue made contact with her clit. She continued sucking on me, moving her mouth and hand together on my shaft as Ali licked her pussy. When Ali pulled Violet's underwear off, Violet released my shaft and gasped out, "God baby, you're the best!"

"Well you deserve the best," Ali chuckled before moving her head back between Violet's thighs. Violet closed her eyes and enjoyed the stimulation. She held my erection gently, but it was clear her attention was focused on Ali's tongue.

I took the opportunity to play with Violet's ample tits. She released my cock as I repositioned myself and ran my fingers across her soft, pale flesh. I lowered my mouth and took a firm pink nipple in my mouth. Glancing down, I saw that Ali was still feasting upon Violet. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Are you close, baby?" Ali whispered. Violet groaned unintelligibly and nodded affirmatively. "Do you want to feel him inside you? I want to watch you get off while getting fucked by a big cock!" Ali hissed.

Violet nodded tentatively; I think she would have been happy just to get off via Ali's tongue. While I stripped off my remaining clothing, Ali quickly snagged a condom from the nightstand and ripped the package open, rolling the sheathe down my erection expertly.

Ali slid her body upwards, pressing her tits against my body. Ali pressed her lips against my ear and whispered, "Be gentle with her. She can handle it, but go slow. You can be rough with me later." She kissed my cheek, and then lay down next to Violet.

Ali whispered something in the other woman's ear while squeezing one of Violet's breasts. Violet looked at me and nodded. Ali placed a hand on Violet's thigh, encouraging her to spread her legs apart. I moved between them, aiming my erection at her obviously wet womanhood.

"You want it don't you? You want his big cock?" Ali asked encouragingly. Violet nodded, staring at my cock. "Say it," Ali encouraged her. "Tell the nice boy you want him to fuck you."

"Fuck me. Fuck me, please," Violet said, looking me in the eyes. Ali reached down and held my cock, helping to guide it into her lover's pussy.

I sunk into Violet slowly, feeling her tight wetness resist my invasion. She was ready but tense. Ali cooed words of encouragement as I rocked back and forth, slipping myself deeper into her bit by bit.

"Oh god," Violet moaned. "It's... it's too much."

"Shhhh... You've had something just as big in you and liked it," Ali said soothingly. She looked up at me and smiled, grateful I was being gentle with Violet.

Ali slipped her hand between Violet and me and rubbed the other woman's clit in small circles. Violet closed her eyes and gasped. I felt her pussy relax noticeably, and with one last gentle push the last of me was finally inside her.

I didn't trust much at first, simply rocking and letting Ali rub Violet's clit with me inside her. It was having the intended effect. Violet's breath was coming faster and her pale chest was flushing pink with arousal.

"Yes.... Yes.... Please fuck me," Violet moaned. I slid my cock back a bit and drove forward, enjoying the sensation of her snug pussy around my cock. "Yes, like that!" Violet groaned. It was awkward thrusting into her with Ali's hand there, but I knew it would help make it more pleasurable for Violet.

I didn't rush myself, instead focusing on Violet's pleasure. It paid off. Between my gentle thrusts and Ali's fingers, I watched as Violet approached orgasms. Her moans became louder, her pussy warmer and wetter. She cried out, "Oh God!" and her pussy clenched me tightly. It pulsed and spasmed around me wonderfully. Ali slid her hand up Violet's tummy, placing it against her cheek and kissing her lips tenderly.

Ali turned to me and smiled. "I'm impressed. Ready to fuck your second hot girl of the night?" she asked with a giggle. I nodded. Ali quickly stripped off her underwear and got on all fours next to Violet, wiggling her ass at me invitingly.

I reluctantly slid out of Violet and moved behind Ali. My cock was tremendously slick with Violet's juices. I gripped Ali's hips and moved forward. I slid into her easily between her wetness and the slickness of my cock and bottomed out quickly.

"Wow. God, that's nice. Give me a second, ok?" Ali asked, her voice tense.

"You ok?" I asked her, concerned. Violet opened her eyes for the first time and studied her partner.

"I'm good, I'm good," Ali responded. "I just haven't been fucked in a while, not by a real cock. I like it hard and fast, but I just need to adjust."

"Why don't you let me be the man and take care of you?" I asked her, stroking her backside. "I know a thing or two about fucking women."

"I don't doubt it! Ok, you convinced me. Take me. Show me what I'm missing not having a real cock every night."

I chuckled at Ali's comments, but took her words to heart as well. I glanced at Violet and winked as I slid in and out of Ali's pussy slowly. I saw a lot of lust on the other girl's face, but perhaps a hint of jealousy too.

Ali on the other hand was lost in her own little world. Her torso and face were pressed against the sheets, her eyes tightly closed. One hand clenched her bed sheets, the other reached out to squeeze her lover's hand.

"Yes... fuck me... fill me with your big cock!" Ali moaned. I penetrated her slowly and deeply, taking a moment to marvel at the fact of fucking a woman only moments after being inside her lover. "Give it to me good!" Ali exclaimed in a sharp whisper. "Fuck me hard, fuck me rough!"

Ali's words excited me and I started trusting faster and harder. I watched my cock disappear into her tight pussy then slide out again repeatedly. I glanced over at Violet who had a look of slight concern on her face.

"Oh god, oh goddddd," Ali moaned. "Grab my hair... spank my ass... please, fuck me, use me!"

My passion was running high and I didn't want to let Ali down. I smacked her ass hard a couple times while fucking her, and then slid my hand up her side to grab her hair by the base. I pulled back slightly on her head and slammed my cock into her.

"You like that don't you? You like my big cock?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yes... yes.... YES!" Ali cried out. Her body tensed up as she cried out, her body exploding in sudden orgasm, her pussy clenching my cock.

It was too much for me, it felt too good. "Oh god!" I groaned, my cock erupting with her. I closed my eyes and thrust a few more times, trying to push myself even deeper within her.

Ali disentangled herself from me and moved to Violet almost frantically, placing her head upon her lover's chest. Ali's breath came as rapidly as my own. I lay on my side next to the women.

"Shhh... I love you sweetie," Violet whispered. "Are you ok."

Ali looked up at Violet and nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes. VERY ok. Thank you, Vi" she said, kissing her tenderly.

The three of us sat motionless for a while, the sound of our breathing the only audible sound. Eventually Ali stirred and tapped my shoulder. Violet appeared to be sleeping. Ali blew out most of the candles, and I followed her naked form out the bedroom door, which she shut behind us.

"Thank you," Ali said to me, embracing me tightly. "That was... that was just what I wanted."

In the brighter light of the living room I was acutely aware of our nakedness as we sat down together.

"I bet you guessed that Violet isn't quite as into guys as I am. Don't get me wrong, she's attracted to men physically, she just is more into women. I on the other hand really like both. She's the first woman I've been involved with seriously, you know."

I nodded.

"Sometimes I worry it scares her to see me like that. Usually lovemaking with us is very tender. It's wonderful and I wouldn't change it for the world. But sometimes I just want to be fucked hard... well you know exactly how, because we just did it."

I nodded once more, my cock stirring at the memory.

"Would you like a blowjob for the road?" Ali asked me, glancing at my hardening dick.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Well, I'd love to wrap my mouth around that cock of yours one more time. Violet won't mind." Ali didn't wait for my answer, instead moving to the floor in front of me. I spread my legs to allow her full access.

I sat back and enjoyed Ali pleasuring me with her mouth. She obviously knew a thing or two about giving blow jobs. She got me highly worked up quickly, but thanks to my previous ejaculation I was able to enjoy the plateau for a while.

"God, you do have a beautiful dick," Ali observed, almost to herself. "Is it weird that giving head is one thing I really miss about boys?"

"I think it's something a lot of women enjoy," I said.

"Yeah... I love going down on Vi too, but there's just something about sucking a nice big dick..." Ali didn't finish her though, instead putting my cock back in her mouth.

A few minutes later I stated, "I'm getting close."

"Mmmmm, good, I'm doing my job then," Ali said, stroking my shaft. "Would you mind coming in my mouth? Pretty please?" she asked, knowing fully well what the answer was. It still was hot having her ask.

I didn't answer with words, instead grabbing her head and pulling her back onto my dick. She groaned with delight, her free hand immediately darting between her legs. I held her head on my cock somewhat symbolically; she certainly wasn't planning on going anywhere. From her obvious excitement this definitely was a bisexual girl who enjoyed feeling overpowered by a man now and then.

"Yes, YESSSS," I hissed, thrusting my hips and climaxing in Ali's eager mouth. Ali squealed with muffled delight as I shot my load. I felt her swallow down each spurt as it came out.

When she was satisfied I was finished, she released my cock and closed her eyes. Ali rubbed her pussy rapidly, and quickly brought herself to climax.

"You like?" she asked me when she opened up her pretty eyes.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "That was an awesome blowjob!"

"Glad to hear I still got it," Ali replied with a satisfied grin. She bounced up to her feet. "I'll go get your things, I don't want us to wake Violet. She needs her rest."

I dressed lethargically in the living room with Ali watching me, smirking. She disappeared for a moment and emerged wearing sweatpants and a tank top.

We didn't say much as she drove me back to my car.

"I had an amazing time," I finally said. "Would... will I see you two again?"

"Maybe some day, who knows?" Ali replied. "But, as you guessed, Vi and I don't make a habit of this sort of thing. You were a ton of fun though, definitely one of the best. Let me get your number. I can't make any promises, but maybe we'll all get together again a few months from now."

"I'd be up for that, assuming I'm available," I replied.

"Of course. We're not stealers any more than we are teases," Ali replied with a wink.

At my car she got out to embrace me, standing on her tip-toes, and kiss my cheek. "Thanks stud. You were everything I hoped for."

"And you two were amazing," I replied.

"Take care," she added, getting back in her car and slowly pulling away as I waved.

"What a night," I said to myself, grinning.

END

You Wanna Do What?

Like some smooth, sensual serpent, the glistening cock glided out of Cindy's mouth. When the swollen head emerged, she lapped at its smooth surface while studying her husband. His big, nude body sat sprawled comfortably on their living room couch. Curly blonde hair cushioned his head against the wall. Those blue eyes she adored were shut. His lips were parted. It all combined into a look of expectant bliss.

And that meant, if she was going to do this, now was the time. "Ray, for my Valentine present, you asked what I wanted, remember? Well, what I want, more than anything else, is to make it with Carlo."

Ray's eyes popped open, his mouth snapped shut, and he stared down at her. The expression on his face now one of incredulity. "You wanna do what?"

"You asked what I wanted for Valentine's Day." Cindy paused to lick the sensitive spot under the flared head. "Well, what I want is to have sex with Carlo."

"Carlo Labruzzo? Our landlord? The guy we work for? You wanna screw a baldheaded, middle-aged, married guy? I mean, for someone his age, Carlo's in pretty good shape. But why him?"

"Because he's cute, super sweet, and with Anna being in Italy for the last month, he's horny as hell. But most of all, it's because he has, well," she paused, then rushed on, "he has this absolutely huge cock. Don't get me wrong, I love yours, and you. But I really want to find out what it's like to do it with one that big."

Ray looked totally nonplussed. "Okay. Mind telling me how you know Carlo's hung like a mule?"

"Anna told me. Women talk. The problem is, it's so big, and she's so tiny, they have problems, you know, in bed. Since I'm a nurse, she asked my advice—even showed me a few pictures. Very impressive."

Ray shook his head. "The idea of you two checking out photos of Carlo's hammer is, well, just a bit kinky."

Cindy took a slow lick up the length of Ray's shaft, then grinned. "It was for medical purposes only, you pervert. I suggested a few things, you know, different positions and such. But that went nowhere. Anna says she's open to anything that might help, but Carlo's very old-fashioned. She's not, maybe because she's so much younger. But for someone with her great looks and that figure you keep drooling over, she's super shy and a bit naïve about sex. Anyway, neither of them is sure what else they can do, much less how to do it. That's why they only make love in the missionary position."

"That cuddly little body of Anna's does make her a serious lust-object, no question. But then I have a very broad-minded appreciation for all forms of female beauty," said Ray, as he reached down and fondled Cindy's firm breasts.

They kissed and he settled back on the couch. "So you're saying they're afraid of screwing around with their screwing, right?"

"You do have a way with words," mumbled Cindy, as she nibbled on the stiff shaft. "Anyway, I didn't want to do anything until Anna got back. But last weekend he kept hanging around the office, flirting and checking me out. I didn't mind, of course. But the helpless, horny look on his face nearly broke my heart. Ray, nobody should be alone and that horny with St. Valentine's Day coming."

"And his having this super schlong never crossed your mind, right?"

"Oh, you." Her lips encircled the cock-head, then began a sensuous slide down the smooth shaft. When it was once again on the verge of coming, she returned to the subject.

"The way I figure it, balling Carlo would ease his misery, help him in bed with Anna and, yes, let me satisfy my curiosity about, you know, something that big. The problem is, he's so conservative, just coming on to him probably wouldn't work. That's also why, even if things do work out, I don't see how you could be there."

"I had a hunch that was coming, and I don't like it. We've always done everything together. But I see your point."

Cindy smiled at her husband. "Have I told you how much I love you, today?"

"Action speaks louder than words, woman."

The long shaft once again vanished between Cindy's lips. Her cheeks sunk in as she applied a strong suction. When both Ray and his cock began showing signs of an approaching climax, she went back to licking the stiff shaft.

"What I'm thinking about is flirting a lot at first, then getting the talk around to sex. That should be easy. The tricky part will be letting him know Anna told me about their problem and is behind any solution I try. If I get past that, I'll act real professional and say it might be possible to teach him how to use all that thing of his without tearing Anna in half."

"And you think you can handle what Anna can't?

Cindy nodded. "I'm bigger than she is and taller, too. So if I'm on top, it shouldn't be a problem. Besides, we've done it that way a lot and you're not exactly packing a cocktail frank, you know?"

"Bless you for that." Ray's voice was not steady. "Sounds like you've, uh, got it all figured out."

"I hope so. Look Ray, I know this sounds strange. But it's kind of important to me. Not just because of what I'd be doing, but because, well, I've always done anything you wanted when it comes to sex, and I always will. But this is something I really want to do, even though it's just for me. I won't do it though, unless you say it's okay."

Having completed her infomercial, Cindy caressed the straining shaft with her lips until Ray's body began to tremble. She paused and gently licked the purple head.

Ray shook his head and smiled. "Wife, you are one funny female, but I love being loved by you." "So is it okay with you?" she asked, before swallowing the entire shaft in one long, languid motion.

"You don't play fair," groaned Ray. "But yes, it's, oh, oh, okay."

#

Carlo and Anna were part owners and managers of the up-scale apartment complex where Ray and Cindy lived. The three, two-story brick units were built around garden-like courtyards that came complete with banana plants and fountains.

Even with her nurse's salary, it was a bit pricey for them. But the perfect location, in a quiet neighborhood about halfway between the hospital where she worked and the law school he attended, made it hard to resist. In exchange for a big cut on their rent, Ray did repair work while Cindy, who worked the evening shift, helped in the office..

The following Saturday was Valentine's Day. Cindy woke Ray early with a sloppy blowjob that tuned into a long session of lovemaking. Afterward, they lay together, cuddling and talking. Cindy had taken the weekend off from the hospital. That evening, they were going out for dinner with another couple and then checking out a private, couple's only, party that promised to be very interesting.

The subject changed to what she hoped to be doing with Carlo. Ray said it sounded like a lot more fun than his morning of research in the law library and that he expected a full report.

The office was a nice place to work. Prints of Italy filled the white walls of the converted, one-bedroom apartment. Potted plants were everywhere. A doorway had been cut between it and the larger one Carlo and Anna used next door.

It was a cold, rainy day in the middle of the month and very slow. Cindy spent most of the morning alone, answering a few calls, taking a late rent payment, straightening up the place, and reading. At least, she would have been alone if Carlo hadn't kept stopping by. That was okay since it gave her plenty of chances to flirt.

The office closed at one on Saturdays. Afterward, she joined Carlo in his apartment for the end-of-the-day glass of wine he always insisted on serving.

Cindy had never been impressed with her own looks. Granted, Ray said he loved her figure and people were always going on about her legs. But brown-eyed brunettes were not her idea of sexy. Still, she couldn't miss Carlo's looks of lust and longing as they talked.

By their second glass of wine, he was practically panting. So she edged the conversation around to Valentine's Day, then to love, followed by sex, and finally the "problem" Anna had mentioned. Carlo blushed to the top of his bald head, but admitted that due to his endowment, and Anna being so small, their sex life was very constrained. "Anna has learned to bear the pain. She knows how it is with a man, with me. And we wanted children. But the doctor's say that's not to be. Anyway, I try not to put too much, you know, inside her so it won't hurt. Still...."

Cindy nodded with real sympathy. "You know, when Anna and I talked about this, I told her it might be possible for you two to have sex without her having all that pain. She said anything I could do would be a blessing. If you want, I can show you how it can be done."

The implication that Anna favored this offer might not be exactly true. But then Anna hadn't objected when Cindy mentioned sexual surrogate therapy and volunteered to see what she might be able to do about the problem.

The smile on Carlo's face seemed a good sign, so Cindy pressed on. "What I'm talking about is a new scientific technique called sexual surrogate therapy. There are ways you and Anna can have normal sex without pain. I'll be glad to show you how. But that's only if you feel it's all right."

When Carlo hesitated, she quickly continued. "Sexual surrogate therapy works best in familiar, comfortable surroundings. Your bedroom would do fine. And believe me, we'd be doing therapy, not fooling around on our spouses. Ray knows all about surrogate therapy and I've told you what Anna said." From the look on his face, it was obvious sexual surrogate therapy sounded good to Carlo. When he nodded, Cindy's smile broadened. "Good. Let me get a few things from my apartment. Why don't you pour us some more wine and try to relax till I get back."

A few minutes later, she returned with a tote bag, took the glass of wine Carlo offered her, then went into the bedroom. Family pictures crowded the top of two dressers. An old-fashioned, dark wood, four-poster bed dominated the room. It looked perfect, cozy and comfortable..

Then Cindy noticed the crucifix hanging above the bed. Her family had been, at best, lukewarm Unitarians. Still, the somber icon was a jarring note considering what she hoped to be doing soon.

When she came out of the bedroom, a white lab coat and white shoes had replaced her sweater and jeans. She regretted not having white hose on. That would have been a nice touch. But the only white stockings she owned were pantyhose, and something told her they would not appeal to her audience.

The new clothes surprised Carlo, but their professional look seemed to reassure him. "You look so nice. Thank you for doing this, for Anna and me."

"It's my pleasure. But we really need to get started." She smiled and headed toward the bedroom followed closely by her first-ever sexual surrogate therapy patient.

Once inside, Cindy seated Carlo on the edge of the bed. She remained standing, and told him that before the primary therapy began, it was important to insure the patient was in a receptive mood for treatment. "It's a critical, therapeutic step. But the procedure used varies from therapist to therapist, and patient to patient. The technique I've picked is a bit personal, but it should be effective. And, well, it's also a thank you for all the kindnesses you and Anna have shown Ray and me."

With that, she began unbuttoning her lab coat. As the last one came open, she turned her back to Carlo and let the coat slip off her shoulders. After tossing it on a chair, she turned back wearing nothing but shoes and a slightly nervous smile. Carlo gasped as his gaze riveted on her nude body. When he just kept looking, Cindy moved nearer, took his big hands in hers and placed them on her hips, then encouraged him to enjoy anything he saw and liked. When he hesitated, she said, in a teasing voice, that her feelings might be hurt if he didn't try all the things her body had to offer.

Given this permission, Carlo began acting like a kid with a fabulous new toy. Shyly at first, then with more authority, he stroked her breasts and bottom, played with her inner thighs and explored the patch of curly brown hair that adorned her pussy. When Cindy suggested he might like to taste her breasts, he quickly accepted her invitation.

After several minutes of increasingly bold petting, Cindy leaned away and looked down at Carlo, "But this isn't fair, I'm having all the fun. Why don't you relax for a minute and let me have a turn?" Carlo grinned, leaned back on his hands, and watched as Cindy knelt between his heavily muscled legs. The big bulge in his khaki pants, her Valentine's present, was inches away, ready to be unwrapped. She tried not to rush, tried to take her time and be seductive, but failed.

The cock was too long and stiff to pull out through the open zipper. When Carlo's pants were in a pile on the floor, she still had to unsnap his boxer shorts before being able to extract her prize. When it sprang into view, Cindy knew her time had been well spent.

Anna's photos hadn't done the monster justice. It was enormous, but there was more to it than just size, although that was almost intimidating. The long, fat shaft curved gently upward until, many inches later, it ended at a big, uncircumcised head that practically demanded attention. As she studied this trophy, Cindy's stomach twisted and churned with excitement.

She took a deep breath and tried to sound professional, but couldn't still the excited tremor in her voice. "Carlo, I think it's time to begin the, uh, therapy. The first thing to do is get both of us prepared. Okay?"

For a few minutes, Cindy tried to give Carlo a blowjob. But the cock's oversized dimensions made her job almost impossible. Just getting the gigantic head between her lips and teeth was a struggle.

Once it was secured inside her mouth, she still found it tough to do more than make small movements with her head. It was a long way from the great blowjob she'd planned, but Carlo seemed happy.

The churning in her stomach and the burning in her groin would no longer allow the postponement of her rendezvous with Carlo's massive member. After a last, very long lick, she stood and helped Carlo take off his shirt. Though on the short side, he was built like a wrestler with a big chest and well-muscled arms. Only the occasional white hair hinted at his age. It was easy to see how he'd attracted the much younger Anna.

"Part of the therapy involves your learning a new position that should help you and Anna make love more naturally. Instead of you always being on top and driving that huge thing into her, I'm going to show you how she can be on top. Once you've taught her how it's done, she'll be more comfortable and you should be able to lay back and enjoy the ride. Now I want you to lay on your back in the middle of the bed."

Carlo looked skeptical, but followed orders. Cindy pulled out a tube of lubricant from her bag, then crawled into bed beside him. "The first thing we need to do is get both of us ready. As big as you are, this is very important with Anna. There's no reason you couldn't do this for yourself. But it might be more fun if I do it for you. Okay?"

There were no objections. As Carlo watched with growing excitement, Cindy filled her palm with lubricant and began spreading it over the massive cock. It quivered in response to her touch. The cock head, so big it filled her hand, got an extra thick coating.

When Carlo balked at returning the favor, Cindy decided not to pressure him but to become very clinical. She knelt on one knee, her pussy mere inches from his face. "Carlo, this is very important. If Anna's too shy to do it herself, you must help her. So pay attention to what I do."

It was a pointless command. Carlo stared, open mouthed, as Cindy began lubricating herself. When she slipped a big glob inside her pussy, he gasped and she worried he might have a heart attack, or come right then.

Anxious to avoid either catastrophe, she finished quickly. "That's about all there is to the preparatory part. Of course, some couples spend a lot more time on it than we did. Whatever you and Anna feel comfortable with is fine. Anyway, if you're ready, I think it's time we stopped preparing and started practicing. Don't you?"

Carlo swallowed and nodded, then stared as Cindy straddled his hips. A sudden reservation swept over her as she looked down at the big pole bobbing between her legs.

She shook her head, as if to break the spell, and then looked up at Carlo, "Are you ready?" It was a foolish question. Carlo was very ready. Without taking his eyes off her body, he nodded and emphatic, yes.

"All right, let's get started, then. Why don't you help out by aiming your erection toward me?" Within seconds, Carlo had his cock pointed towards her pussy.

"Fine. Now let me do, uh, do the rest." Cindy wondered if Carlo had noticed the tremor in her voice. From the look on his face, he'd heard nothing for some time now. After one last look at what was waiting for her, she took a deep breath and began moving down toward the huge cock.

Later, she wasn't sure how much therapy Carlo received, but Cindy was certain what she'd gotten—one hell of a fucking. It began with her fingers wrapped around the slippery, flared cock head, guiding it toward her churning pussy. Once the head touched her pubs, it seemed to develop a life of its own, as it rooted between her pussy lips searching for a way inside. Once the opening was located, the head shoved its way inside.

With both apprehension and excitement, Cindy felt the walls of her vagina stretching as the big head forced its way into her body. It felt like an enormous log was being driven into her.

Cindy became transfixed as inch after inch of the thick shaft sank ever deeper into her pussy. Though she was sitting on top of Carlo, whenever she tried to pull up, some force seemed to draw her back down onto his giant pole. And each time she slid back, she took more and more of that incredible cock.

It was remorseless, splitting her open ever wider, filling her with body shaking waves of erotic agony and ecstasy. There was no pause, no relief, until the entire length seemed embedded inside her. Before Cindy could catch her breath, Carlo began thrusting into her. Somewhere, deep inside her body, the giant cock head hammered at the back of her pussy. Each thrust became a torment. Cindy realized that unless she could get control, Carlo might bruise or maybe even damage her organs.

Uh, say Carlo, oh, oh, you know you're in just about as deep as I can, oh, as I can stand. Just, ah, relax and uh, lay back and let me do all the--Oh, God--all the work. Okay? Please." After that last pussy wrenching thrust, he complied.

Now that she could set the pace, it wasn't that hard to find a good stroke. There were a few, breath-taking false starts she discovered the best position was leaning so far forward, Carlo could nibble on her boobs while she kept pounding her hips up and down on his huge cock. There was no pain in this position, just a steady rush of incredible sensations.

Each plunge back down that long, thick shaft was a sensual adventure. The giant head felt like a fist moving up and down inside her vagina. Carlo might be old and bald, but his thick shaft was stretching her beyond belief while the huge head went where no cock had gone before.

Two rapid, intense orgasms seemed to contract her body around the big pole. They left her hot, sweaty, and panting, but wanting more. It was on the way.

With a strangled cry, Carlo arched upward driving his cock back into new depths inside Cindy. The shock of that savage thrust ignited another climax. Her body jerked upright, putting even greater pressure on her battered pussy.

As Cindy groaned under the force of her own gut-wrenching orgasm, Carlo emitted an animal-like sound and began pumping his long pent-up load deep within her writhing body. Their bodies fused into a lover's knot as they shared each other's passion. Then, after one last gentle thrust, Carlo sighed and collapsed back on the bed. Moments later, Cindy shook like a rag doll, then collapsed on top of the exhausted Carlo.

Sometime later, she managed to dismount from Carlo. With a loud plop, his still long but now pliable cock emerged from deep inside her body and then flopped onto his belly. There was a pleased, sleepy, contended look on his face. As she dressed, Cindy looked at him and smiled. "You seem to have enjoyed the therapy. I'm glad. I'd never done it before."

"You were wonderful," said Carlo. "Now I can't wait for my Anna to come back."

As she walked to her own apartment, Cindy touched her belly, marveling at the feelings still inside her. She hoped Ray wasn't home. It'd give her time to clean up and compose herself and think about what to tell him. But, of course, Ray was home.

When she saw him come out of kitchen with a glass of wine, Cindy leaned back against the door. The tote bag with the lab coat and white shoes slipped from her numb fingers. She closed her eyes. How was Ray going to react?

"Here," he said, offering her the wine, "you probably need something stronger, but this will have to do."

She took a long drink, said, "Thanks. I needed that," then studied her husband's face over the rim. He's trying to be nice, but I suppose he's hurt, or pissed. After all, he can only imagine what just happened. I'm not even sure myself. But I am sure my pussy is still throbbing from Carlo's cock.

And this whole thing was all my idea, not his. Carlo's a sweet man, and maybe what I did really will help him and Anna. But all I wanted was to find out what it felt like to get something that big shoved inside me. Well I found out all right. Boy, but did I ever find out. She smiled at the memory and finished her wine.

Ray reached for the glass. "So, how'd it go?"

"There were a couple of times I thought it might be more than I could handle. But, I guess it was worth it. No, that's not true. The whole thing was just incredible. Not that I want a repeat. No thank you. Something that big limits what you can do, at least what I could do. How Anna has managed to keep him happy all these years is beyond me. But maybe, what I did today will help them. I don't know."

Ray nodded. "I suppose being a sex therapist can take a lot out of person or, in this case, put a lot in. But after all that meat, well, things around here might seem pretty tame."

The sudden note of insecurity in Ray's voice made her heart jump. It told her louder than any words, just how much she meant to him. And it reminded her how much she needed his love. "Ray, would you please," she knew she was begging but didn't care, "please hug me and say you still love me."

Ray smiled and wrapped her in his arms. "Okay, I love you. And I'm sorry about this smile, but I can't help wondering if any other guy has ever said that to his wife in this particular situation?"

Cindy giggled and snuggled closer. "Who knows? Anything's possible on Valentine's Day. Which reminds me, you haven't gotten your presents yet."

"Presents? So where are they, woman?"

"Don't be impatient. I plan on giving you one this evening you should really like. But you'll have to wait a couple weeks on your special present." Cindy looked at her husband with a big, knowing smile. "You see, it's in Italy. Anna sent us a Valentine's card with a note. She says if all went well with Carlo's treatment, and it did, she'd also like to try some one-on-one therapy, but from you.

"Happy Valentine's Day, dear."

END

A Simple Twist of Fate

Glen Thomkins smiled to himself as he stared at the screen of his computer monitor. The spell check function of his word processing program had just finished scanning his latest short story for the second time. This time it showed no errors. Glen double-checked the options on the Literotica Submit Page that he had selected. He clicked the Preview button, then after giving his story another quick read-through he submitted it for approval.

For just over a year Glen had been trying his hand at writing erotic short stories that were published online. He had read enough of them to be familiar with the tropes and machinations that many of his favourite authors used. And after reading enough of what he considered very poor attempts at writing he felt confident that he could do just as well -- if not better than some. The story that Glen had just submitted was his eighth submission, and so far he was pleased that many of them had been well-liked by readers, judging by the positive feedback he had received. This was all the encouragement that he needed to keep writing. Besides, it filled a yearning or emptiness inside him that he could not quite intellectualize, but felt nonetheless.

Glen pushed himself away from his computer desk and went out to his kitchen. It was a Tuesday night and he had nothing to do now that he had submitted his latest story. He opened the fridge and ran his eyes over the contents of the shelves. After passing over a bottle of peach juice and one of Pepsi, he reached for a can of beer. It was nearly eleven-thirty and Glen thought that some beer might help him to sleep.

Returning to the living room, Glen tilted his head to the left and scanned the titles on the spines of his compact disc cases. A bittersweet smile appeared on his face when he saw Time Out of Mind. He pulled the jewel case out and placed the disc in the tray, then started it. He sat down on the couch and pulled at the tab of the beer can he was holding. It opened with a hiss and he took a gulp as he listened to Bob Dylan sing about being sick of love, yet in the thick of it.

"Amen, Zimmy," Glen mumbled to himself as he brought the can back up to his snarling lips. He closed his damp eyes and began singing along to the music as his mind wandered back four years into the past.

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Glen knew from experience that it took about four days for a story he submitted to Literotica to be approved. As the fourth day approached he always grew impatient to see his newest piece of writing appear on the web page. Then came the anticipation of feedback from readers. Often it was terse, but encouraging, although some of it had helpful criticism. Glen read them all and replied to all readers who provided an email address for him to contact them. To Glen, this was an integral part of contributing to the website. He had even made a few online friends as a result of it.

That Friday when he arrived home from work at Weaver's Hardware Store Glen immediately went to his computer. He booted it up and smiled proudly when he saw that his story was listed amongst the new ones on Literotica. He quickly scanned it, then clicked one of the gold stars to rate it -- giving it a 5 like he always did, and hoped others would. Next, he checked his Hotmail account to see if he had received any feedback.

When Glen saw that he had received three pieces of feedback on his story he smiled. The first reader chose to remain anonymous, so Glen couldn't reply. The second person had given his name and email address. Glen saved that correspondence so he could reply later. Glen read the third piece of feedback, then checked the email address and name of the sender. His jaw went slack and his heart began to race. In disbelief, he read it again:

Great story. Lots of emotion for the reader to relate to, and hot, hot sex. Thanks for yet another top quality submission. Please keep writing. Stephanie

"Holy crap... Steph...?" Glen muttered to himself, his eyes riveted to his computer monitor.

After staring at the return email address to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him, Glen gave his head a shake. He knew that address as well as he knew his own. He had sent dozens and dozens of emails to it years ago. It belonged to Stephanie Calvi, an ex-girlfriend of his, and the one great love of his life. She was a junior high school teacher in Guilford, or at least she was when Glen last knew her. That was four years ago.

Glen pushed his chair away from his computer desk. He folded his arms across his chest and began tapping his upper lip with his forefinger as he thought. He wasn't surprised that Stephanie was able to relate to the story he had written, or especially to the female character in it. The fact was that the female protagonist, Keri, was based entirely on Stephanie -- from her physical appearance, to her taste in music. Writing that short story for Literotica had been a cathartic process for Glen. It was a way for him to hopefully exorcise some of his inner demons regarding Stephanie. In writing his story he was able to have the male character say things that he knew he would never get the opportunity to say to his ex-girlfriend. But now as he re-read Stephanie's email he began to reconsider this long-held assumption.

A groan escaped Glen's mouth as he weighed his options. His initial reaction was to reply to Stephanie and tell her it was he who wrote that story. But he wondered what, if anything, he had to gain by doing this. Then he asked himself what he had to lose. His relationship with Stephanie had ended amid much acrimony, and since then he'd had no contact whatsoever with her. He had thought of her countless times since then, and even allowed himself to dream about a reconciliation between them. But those dreams and longings had always vanished like smoke when he told himself that she was undoubtedly no longer single -- perhaps even married. Even if she wasn't, he could not imagine her wanting anything to do with him ever again.

Glen got up and went over to his stereo. Reaching towards the shelf of compact discs on the wall he pulled out Oh Mercy and placed the disc in the tray. The room instantly became filled with the sound of Dylan's raspy voice. Glen paced the floor for close to fifteen minutes, thinking about Stephanie and trying to decide how to respond to her feedback, if at all. Once he grew tired he sat down on the edge of his couch.

Tears welled in Glen's eyes as he listened to "Most of the Time". He wiped them away with the heel of his hand, then got up and returned to his computer. He stared at the feedback email that Stephanie had sent, then began typing:

Hi Steph... This is probably going to come as a shock to you, but it's me, Glen... Glen Thomkins. I've been writing these stories for a while now. Thanks for the feedback. I'm glad that you liked my story and hope that all is well with you. Take care.

Glen/epiphora79

Glen read and re-read what he had written several times before sending the email. Once he had sent it a feeling of near dread washed over him. He imagined Stephanie replying to tell him to go to fuck-off, or worse. For a while he thought that maybe the kindest thing she could do was to not reply at all. He went to the fridge and brought out a can of beer, then sank into the couch once more as he gulped it down. His mind was in turmoil as thoughts of the past and the possible future swirled inside his head. Dylan's voice was still coming from the stereo speakers. Now he was singing about seeing a shooting star and a fire truck leaving hell. Glen felt as though he was in hell too, but one of his own design.

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When Glen returned home from work the next day he was half-way to his computer desk even before the door closed behind him. Nervousness and apprehension filled him as he waited for his computer to boot and for his Hotmail Inbox to appear on the screen. His heart lept when he saw that Stephanie had replied to his email. The subject was simply "HI!". Even that much seemed friendly and promising to Glen. He clicked on the link and read her email:

Hi Glen... Yes, I was shocked when I found out that it was you who'd written those stories. I've read them all. You're a very good writer. I never knew you had this talent, but I hope you continue to pursue it. You could probably make a career out of it. I'm doing fine and hope that you are as well. I'd like to see you sometime, if you want. How does getting together at Joe's Java for coffee sound? Let me know, okay? Steph

Glen smiled as he read Stephanie's email for the third time. His heart was racing as he quickly typed a reply, thanking her for the email and saying that he did want to meet her for coffee sometime. He tried not to sound too eager or hopeful, but found it difficult because he was. Once he had sent his reply to Stephanie he made himself supper, although he did not feel much like eating.

That evening Glen watched TV, or at least stared expressionless at the screen for a few hours. He checked his email three times, hoping that Stephanie had replied. Each time he returned to the couch, disappointed. By the time eleven o'clock had passed he decided to go to bed and face yet another sleepless night, haunted by ghosts of his past. But first, he wanted to check his email one last time.

Glen's face broke into a wide smile when he saw that Stephanie had replied to him. Her email was brief, simply asking if he could meet her the next evening at seven at the coffee shop where they had spent many weekend afternoons together. Still beaming, Glen quickly typed, telling Stephanie that he would meet her tomorrow night and was looking forward to seeing her. Then he went to bed, feeling happier and more hopeful than he had in years.

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The smell of coffee filled Glen's nostrils as he stepped inside Joe's Java the next evening at fifteen minutes before seven. The room was crowded and filled with the sounds of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine. Glen's eyes scanned the patrons as his pulse quickened. After five or more seconds he saw Stephanie sitting towards the back of the cafe. She was wearing bluejeans and a white blouse with a tiny floral pattern. Her curly brown hair was longer than when Glen had seen her last. When her hazel eyes locked on him a smile instantly appeared on her pretty face and she waved at him.

Glen quickly walked towards the table where Stephanie was sitting. His smile widened and his heart accelerated with each step. For a few moments he stood beside her, speechless, as his eyes moved over her. She looked even more lovely and captivating than she did four years ago. Glen felt a lump in his throat.

"Hey. I'm glad you came," Stephanie said, looking up at him.

"Me too," he replied with a nervous laugh, then looked back towards the barista. "I'm going to get a coffee and I'll be right back," he told her.

As he stood at the counter waiting for his coffee Glen turned back towards Stephanie three times. Each time he saw that her dazzling eyes were still on him and her face was adorned with a smile. Glen held his mug of coffee tightly as he returned to her table and sat down opposite her.

"You're looking good," she said.

Glen shrugged self-consciously. "Thanks," he said. "You look great, as always."

Stephanie blushed and took a drink of coffee. "Thanks. It's amazing what a little makeup and a curling iron can do," she said with a laugh.

Glen felt his nervousness begin to wane as he listened to her voice and admired her beauty from across the table. "Your hair is longer," he said as he ran his eyes over her curly brown tresses.

"Your's is thinning," she teased.

"Thanks, Steph," he droned. "You're a peach."

Stephanie grinned and her hazel eyes flickered. "You used to say that I tasted like one -- like the girl in that Dire Straits song about expresso," she said.

Glen shifted uncomfortably in his chair at her mention of their intimate past. His blue eyes left hers and he stared at the coffee mug he was clutching.

"Oh, c'mon, Glen," she said. "There's no point in trying to pretend that stuff never happened, because it did -- it was great too. At least it was for me."

A smile slowly returned to his face. "Yeah, it was," he said as his mind became flooded with memories.

Stephanie peered into her old lover's blue eyes. She had forgotten how bright they were, but seeing them shine for her after many years stirred emotions in her that she had suppressed for a long time. "Are you still a big Bob Dylan and Tom Waits fan?" she asked.

Glen chuckled. "As long as I have a heart beating in my chest," he said.

Stephanie smiled, reassured by the familiarity of him. "I bought Closing Time about six months after... after we broke up," she confessed with a bashful smile. "Just because "Martha" reminds me of us, or at least gave me some hope."

"I haven't listened to that album in years," he said with a heavy sigh.

"Because you don't like it, or..."

"No... because I can't stand the pain," he told her, his eyes darting away again. "If I never hear "Lonely" ever again, it'll be too soon."

"Didn't you learn to turn the pain off, like Bob Dylan?" she asked, only half-jokingly.

"If Bob really learned to turn it off, like he claims, he wouldn't have written those songs about Sara that he did," he scoffed. "Songs are like my stories -- they're fantasy."

Stephanie reached across the table and gave her former lover's hand a soft squeeze. Her brown eyes met his and she flashed him a feeble smile. "But your stories have more than a kernel of truth to them," she reminded him. "You turned me into one of your characters, remember? I re-read them all after I found out you wrote them. I can see so much of you in them, Glen. I'm surprised I never suspected you'd written them long ago."

"Well, like they say: write about what you know," Glen said. He cleared his throat and straightened his back. "Did you like them?" he asked.

"Of course I liked them. But I guess you already know that," she said. "And I liked them even more after I knew you'd written them."

"That surprises me," Glen replied with a nervous laugh.

"Probably about as much as I was surprised when I found out that you wrote them," she replied. "Some of them are kind of... kinky. That one about breast bondage was really hot though. I never knew those sorts of things interested you. I feel like there's a part of you I never got to know."

"Well, it's not the type of thing you always admit to, right?"

"Yeah, you're right," she agreed with a nod.

"It's too bad we couldn't have been more open about this stuff when we were together," Stephanie mused aloud. "Things with us could have gotten a lot more... interesting." She shot him a foxy grin as she brought the coffee mug up to her moist lips.

"It's too bad that we couldn't have been more open about a lot of things," he said, then felt guilty. "No -- I take that back. It's too bad that I couldn't have been more open about a lot of things. But I was so scared that if I was too honest regarding some of the reasons why I wanted to end it that it would only hurt you even more." He frowned and avoided her eyes. "But that doesn't matter anymore," he muttered.

"It's okay, Glen," she said reassuringly. "And it does matter -- you matter to me. You always have. I can't imagine you not mattering to me, even if we're not in touch with each other."

"Thanks, and I hope you know I feel the same. I think of you so much, Steph. You wouldn't believe some of the stupid things that remind me of you," he said, then fell silent for a bit. "I'm glad you're not bitter about it all either," he added in a solemn voice.

"How could I be? We had some great times. That's what I choose to remember," she told him.

"Yeah, me too," he breathed. "But, if I had to do it all over again..."

"I hope you'd do it all over me," she interjected and let out a brassy laugh.

"You haven't changed a bit, Steph," he said, giving his head a shake.

"I feel like I have," she said. "It's been four years, Glen. You can't tell me you haven't changed at all. We'll both be thirty soon. I'm beginning to feel old."

"You don't look it," he told her.

"Oh... how do I look then?" she asked as she leaned back in her chair.

Glen thought for a moment as he ran his eyes over her. He felt the beginning of an erection and said "You look the same... great -- lovely as ever."

"Now I know you've changed -- or at least your eyesight has," she said. "I'm getting crow's feet and my boobs are starting to sag."

Glen let out a sharp laugh. "That's 'cause they weigh a ton, Steph. I think I sprained my wrist holding them up one night," he said, feeling his cock throb harder.

"You always did like my tits, didn't you?" She giggled as she straightened her back. Her clit jumped and she could feel her cheeks getting warm.

"Yeah..." he said as his eyes moved towards her chest.

Many seconds of silence fell between the couple until Stephanie said "It's so good to see you again. I've thought about you so many times, and wanted to call, but... I guess I was scared you'd hang up on me, or that a woman would answer the phone. I don't know which would have hurt more."

"I know what you mean. I've thought about you too. I even picked up the phone a few times and punched in a few numbers, but always chickened-out for the same reasons," he said. "Even when I emailed you I was scared you'd reply and tell me to go to hell, or just not reply at all."

"I was shocked when I read that email, but in a good way," she said. "Thank god for Literotica."

"Yeah, here's to writing smut," Glen said as he raised his coffee mug to her.

Stephanie laughed as she knocked her mug against the rim of his, then took another drink of coffee. "Can I ask you something?" she said.

Glen grew nervous and apprehensive when he heard her request, but was not going to deny it. He knew that he couldn't deny her anything. "Of course," he told her.

"Didn't it feel weird writing a story about a character who was essentially me?" Stephanie gave him a puzzled look as she posed her question.

"No," Glen said immediately, then became quiet as he thought for a moment. "This may sound weird, but it made me feel connected to you -- like I was getting my one opportunity to say things I knew I'd never get a chance to say face to face."

"Like you were writing from your soul to me from you -- to paraphrase Bob," she said with a dim smile.

"Exactly," he said. "I'm glad you sent me that feedback, and included your email address too."

"So am I," she said with a grateful sigh. "I'd read your stories before, but this one really touched a nerve and I had to write to tell you how much I liked it."

"Thanks," he said.

"Don't thank me," Stephanie said. "I ended up doing myself a favour." She glanced at her watch, then up to him again. "I should get going in a while. I've got test papers to correct and hand back for English class tomorrow."

"Okay," he said. "It was great to see you again, Steph. Can we, ah, get together again sometime for coffee?"

"Of course. You're not going to get rid of me so easily now that I've found you again. Are you still living at the place on Montague St.?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said with a quick nod.

"Alone?" she said with a sly smile.

"Yeah... I've been alone for four years," he said.

"I'm single too," she said flatly.

Silence fell as Glen and Stephanie's minds began to race and fill with possibilities. He took a drink of coffee, gazing at her from over the rim of his mug. She gave him a shy smile and pushed her hair back over her shoulders.

"I'd like to stop in some night," Stephanie said nervously.

Glen's mouth tightened. "Steph, I... ah... are you sure that's a good idea?" he said.

"I think it's a great idea," she said and grinned.

"I'd love that -- really, but..." His voice died and his eyes left hers again.

But what?" she asked.

Glen's lips grew tight. "Steph, we can't relive the past," he said.

"No, and I don't want to; that's over. But who knows... the future is still unwritten," she told him.

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed. "I'm just so scared of screwing up again. We could have a great friendship, you know?"

"True, but you know that both of us would still want more than just that," she countered. "We can't be just friends. There's too much of a spark there."

Glen smiled. "Yeah... more like a flame, I'd say," he said wistfully.

"So, how does tomorrow night around seven sound?" she asked.

"Like something I've dreamed of for years," he said.

"Me too," she said.

Stephanie slung her purse over her shoulder and stood up. She reached out for Glen as he got to his feet and hugged him. A shiver rippled through her as his arms went around her. She kissed his cheek and nuzzled into his neck.

"I'll see you tomorrow night at seven," she breathed into his ear.

"I can't wait," he said and kissed her pink cheek.

###

The next evening Glen had just finished washing his supper dishes and was wiping the kitchen table when he heard the knock at the door. His heart leapt and he turned around and saw Stephanie standing there. He hurried to the door to let her in.

"Hey," she said as she stepped inside.

Glen's eyes moved down her body. She was wearing a long purple skirt with ruffles at the hem and a light pink blouse. "Hey, it's great to see you again," he said.

Stephanie walked over to the kitchen table and sat her purse on it, then turned to smile at him. "Tidying-up before I got here, I see," she teased.

"Yeah, something like that," he said.

"How tidy is the living room?" she asked.

"Ah, not bad," he said, a little confused by her question.

"Show me." Stephanie took his hand in hers and guided him into the living room. When they were in front of the couch she pulled him to her and pressed her lips to his. Her hand glided up his back as their tongues danced. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against her stomach, but that wasn't where she wanted it to be.

"Mmmm... I'd forgotten what a great kisser you are," he said as he looked into her eyes, licking his lips.

"You too," she purred, running her hand along his side and stealing a glance at the bulge in his jeans.

Stephanie turned towards his stereo, then back to him. "Mind if I put something on?" she asked.

"Go ahead," he said, "As long as..."

"I know -- not Closing Time," she interjected with a grin.

"Or Blue Valentine," he added.

Stephanie could feel the pulsing of her clit as her eyes roamed the rows of compact discs. But her heart was also racing and felt lighter than it had in years. "How about Slow Train Coming then?" she asked, turning back to him.

"That sounds great," Glen replied.

After Stephanie had started the CD she took Glen by the hand and pulled him down on the couch beside her. She held him to her and settled into his strong arms. She closed her eyes and gave a soft moan as his hand stroked her back. Already she was quite wet, but she knew that soon she would be dripping and craving him, like years ago.

Glen slid his fingers along Stephanie's delicate jawline and cupped her chin in his hand. He tilted her head up as his lips met hers, sucking and tugging at them. He could feel her firm breasts pressed to his chest as they kissed and her hand sliding down to his right hip. When he curled his fingers around her left breast and squeezed it she moaned and writhed slightly.

"Mmmm... play with my tits, Glen," she moaned. "They missed you... your hands... your mouth."

Glen's fingers trembled as he began unbuttoning Stephanie's blouse. Once he had it open to her navel he tugged it apart so he could cup her heavy mounds through her bra. Her thick nipples poked out at the white lace and he rubbed her left one as he kneaded her other breast.

"God, you're beautiful, Steph," he said as he caressed her.

"Me, or my tits?" she joked.

"You -- all of you," he said as he looked into her eyes. "I love your tits, but don't ever think that's all I love about you; there's so much."

"Thanks. I feel the same. You're so easy to love, Glen," Stephanie said as her hand glided up his thigh. She cupped his package, giving his shaft a slow rub through his jeans.

"Careful, it's loaded," he joked.

Stephanie moaned and rubbed his shaft harder. "How about you unload it on me... all over my tits and my face," she purred.

Glen tugged at her bra and uncovered her left nipple. He wrapped his lips around her coppery nub and began sucking and pulling at it with his lips. When she arched her back he began squeezing her right breast harder and pinching her thick nipple between his fingers. His cock was throbbing as she rubbed it through his jeans. It was so hard now that it was becoming uncomfortable. He wanted to take it out, but he wanted it to be in her even more.

"You know what I find ironic?" she said as she looked down at him teasing her nipple.

"What?" he asked in a ragged voice.

"Even though we were apart, you still made me cum -- with your stories," she admitted.

Glen laughed. "I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way though," he said as he looked up at her.

"Or maybe we could invent a few new ways," she said. "Your stories have given me ideas... really naughty ones."

"Mmmm... I like the sound of that," he told her.

"How about we move this party upstairs?" she suggested as she leaned away slightly.

Glen's smile drained from his face and his eyes shifted as he sat up. "I, ah, don't have any condoms, Steph," he mumbled.

"So?" she said dismissively. "We've done it plenty of times before without condoms; it'll be okay, Glen."

When Glen didn't reply, Stephanie bristled. Her mouth tightened as she studied the compunctious expression on his face. "I know you don't want to hear about this, but we might as well face it now," she began. "Since you, I've only been with one guy, and I always played safe. I don't want to get AIDS any more than you do. I'm not stupid, Glen." She paused for a few moments, then added "That's what you were worried about, isn't it?"

"Well, it did cross my mind," he said, feeling like a cad.

"Well, you can put it out of your mind. I'm not dying to have sex," she assured him.

"I'm sorry, Steph. It's just that..."

"You don't have to explain," she said, masking her hurt. "I understand; I can't blame you. It's been four years, and you don't know what I've been doing."

"Just so you know, there hasn't been anyone for me since you," he said.

"No one?" she blurted out as her eyes widened.

"I went on a couple of dates, but my heart just wasn't in it," he told her. "I kept comparing them to you and they couldn't measure-up. They just made me miss you even more."

Stephanie smiled and laid back against him. She held him tight as she wiggled closer, looking down at the outline of his hard cock through the denim.

"Come on," Glen said. He leaned back a ways and looked into her sultry eyes, then to her round cleavage as he stood up.

"Where?" she asked.

"Upstairs. I want to show you something."

Stephanie giggled as she stood up and reached for his hand. Together, they ascended the stairs and entered his bedroom. After she took a few steps beyond the threshold Stephanie stopped. A peculiar expression came over her face as she stared at the bed.

"What is it?" he asked with concern as his hand ran up her back to her right shoulder.

Stephanie turned to him, smiling again. "I was just thinking of all the times you made me cum on that bed," she told him.

Glen began unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way and pulled it from inside her skirt. "How about we add a few more times to the tally," he said. He tugged her to him by her blouse and kissed her wet lips.

"Mmmm... please," she purred. "My fingers have been no substitute for your cock."

Glen kicked his shoes off and started unbuttoning his shirt. He watched Stephanie as she began undressing beside the bed. Her pendulous breasts swayed and her dusky nipples pointed towards him. Once he tossed his boxers aside and was naked he placed his hands on the curve of her smooth hips and eased her against his body. His hard shaft rubbed over her wet petals and she rocked her hips as they kissed.

Breaking their kiss, Stephanie tugged at his hand as she backed up towards the bed. She laid down on it, running her hands up his back as he settled between her open thighs. She wrapped her legs around his and drug her nails up his spine, making him let out a deep moan.

Glen looked down at her and smiled. He kissed her as he lowered himself on her, stroking her left thigh. He let out another moan as the head of his shaft slipped between her wet lips.

"Welcome home, Glen," Stephanie said as she felt him push into her. She lifted her ass from the bed and gave his shaft a squeeze deep within her walls.

"God, you feel wonderful," he groaned as he began pumping. "You're so beautiful, Steph." He bent down and pinched her right nipple between his lips and began sucking hard as he worked his cock in and out of her faster. He felt her grip him deep within her tight pussy and began thrusting harder as his heavy balls slapped against her. Her breasts had begun to move with their rhythm and he gripped her left one hard as he met her with each hard stab his shaft made into her.

"Oh god, Glen... fuck me hard," she cried out. "I used to think of us doing this when I played with myself... now I want it for real."

Stephanie's legs were wrapped tightly around him and Glen raised up on his knees. He grabbed her hips tight, his fingertips pressing into her, and continued to piston his cock in and out. He watched her heavy round breasts jiggle and listened to her moans grow louder. His right hand moved down her stomach and he pressed his thumb to her clit. She cried out as he began rubbing her button and pressed down harder on it.

"Oh shit, Glen... I'm going to..."

Stephanie never finished her sentence before her first orgasm rushed through her. She arched her back and twisted on the bed as she cried out in ecstasy. Glen held her tighter, still pumping his thick shaft and rubbing her pink pearl with his thumb. He looked down, watching his shiny cock move in and out of her, then observed the look of pleasure on her face. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling as he took her, just as they had both longed for over the past four years.

"I'm so close, Steph," he moaned a while later.

"Cum on me, Glen" she begged. "Shoot it all over my tits... my face... I want it everywhere."

Glen slipped from inside her and moved up her body. He groped at her right breast, tugging and pinching her swollen nipple while he stroked his meat. Stephanie watched, running her hands over his thighs. He came with a throaty moan as the first stream of his thick cum erupted from his slit. It splashed over her left breast, running across the firm nipple.

"Oh god, Glen... cum all over me," she moaned.

Seconds later Stephanie felt more of his cum shoot over her skin. It landed over her lips and cheek, then began to run down her face. She licked her lips and brushed her fingers over her cheek, smearing his jism over her soft, hot skin. A third, final burst landed on her upper lip. She felt it run into her mouth and she swallowed it eagerly, craving more.

Panting hard and still holding his cock in his hand, Glen lowered himself on her. He squeezed the base of his shaft and moved his tight fingers down towards the head. One last big drop of his thick cum ran from the gaping slit and he wiped it off on her tongue as she stuck it out to receive it. Stephanie moaned and sucked at the head of his cock, hoping to get every bit of his seed that she could.

Glen rolled over on his left side, facing Stephanie. He smiled at her as his hand glided down her side to her hip. Her skin felt hot and silky smooth. He pulled her closer and kissed her wet lips, tasting himself on them. "I'd almost forgotten what an amazing lover you are," he said.

"Thanks, so are you. None of my fantasies about you even begin to compare to this," Stephanie said, her voice still thick with arousal. "How about I remind you every day from now on how great we are together, just in case you forget."

Stephanie giggled as she looked into his eyes. Then when she saw his expression change she understood how he felt at that moment. "What are you scared of, Glen?" she asked.

Glen let out a heavy sigh as his eyes darted about. "I'm scared of it not working out -- like last time -- scared of getting hurt again. But maybe more than anything, I'm scared of hurting you all over again, Steph," he told her. "I know what you went through four years ago, and I'd hate myself if it happened again."

Stephanie looked into his eyes and moved closer. She rested her arm over him and met his gaze. "Glen, I'm a big girl now, remember?" she said. "I know what I want and I can take care of myself."

"I know, but..."

"No buts," she interjected. "If you don't want me anymore, then please tell me, but don't act like a martyr and say you're rejecting me for my own good."

Glen sighed. "Okay," he relented. "I do still want you, Steph. I never stopped wanting you. You must have known that as soon as you knew I'd written that story."

Stephanie nodded. "Yes, but they're just fantasy, right?" she countered with a sly grin.

"Sometimes fantasy can become reality," he said. "And there was already a good amount of reality in that story anyway."

Stephanie thought for a while, then began speaking. "Look. Glen, I'm not asking you to promise me forever like before. I don't believe in forever anymore because now I know that nothing lasts forever. Life never turns out as you planned it. There's no script," she said. "All I ask is that you promise that you'll be with me tomorrow. And if tomorrow comes, I'll ask you the same thing again. And the next day... and the next... Can you do that?"

Glen smiled lovingly at Stephanie and kissed her lips again tenderly. "Yes, absolutely," he said. "I'll be with you tomorrow, Steph."

"Thank-you. That's all I want," she said as she rested her head on his chest.

Feelings of peace and unspoken love filled Glen and Stephanie as they lay in each other's arms. Neither of them feared the future or dwelled on the past anymore. They knew they had tomorrow together, and that was much more than they'd had in years. Each of them felt confident that the rest would happen naturally.

END

A Beautiful Assistant

Jack, I'm so sorry to have to leave but this is a terrific opportunity and you know I've always wanted to work for a television network," Erica said with a somewhat pained but hopeful look on her face.

"Of course it is, Erica," Jack replied. "I would never do anything to hold you back. You know that."

Jack was going to miss Erica for many reasons -- not the least of which was when she wore that low cut sleeveless shirt that she was wearing today -- but he knew that it was time for her to move on. Besides, there are a lot of low-cut shirt wearers in this city, he remembered.

"Well, I just want you to know that you've been the best boss I've ever had, Jack, and I mean it. You know that I'd do anything for you," Erica continued.

What exactly does she mean by that, Jack wondered? He had always fantasized about his assistant Erica and was sad to see her leave. She was a beautiful woman, only about 25 years old. He remembered back to when he first interviewed her when she was about to graduate from college. Her hair was still long and brown, slightly curly. She still had beautiful Italian skin and a killer body. She must be a 34 C or maybe even a D cup, he thought. He really couldn't tell, but figured that either way she was more than adequately endowed.

He never made a move as he knew that office flings were always a bad idea, but as he sat across his office and saw Erica's stiff nipples poking through her shirt coupled with her ample cleavage, he did some quick thinking.

"Well, of course we have to settle up your exit paperwork as soon as possible -- probably tonight. You know the office policy. Once you decide to leave, you have to leave. There are very few exceptions," Jack said, noticing the look of surprise on Erica's face.

"Jack! I was hoping for at least two weeks. I don't start at the network until the end of the month, the new job pays a little less than what I'm making now, and I can't afford to go without an income until the end of the month . . ." her voice sort of trailed off as she looked down at the floor. Jack could see her concern and felt a little guilty.

"Erica, I can try to see if there is something I can do to help but you know how hard it is to get anything out of this company. You're asking a lot here. I've always tried to be a good boss to you but this is --"

"Oh, Jack, I know! I know how good you've been but I really, really need your help here. Anything Jack, please!" A tear made its way down her cheek.

Jack's mind was working overtime on how to handle this and he was taken by surprise to feel his prick harden as Erica started to plead her case to him. He watched her full lips as she said 'please' the last time, and then looked back down at her chest. He had always noticed that Erica's nipples seemed to harden whenever she was emotional – happy, sad, amused, whatever. But now they looked like they might rip out of her shirt. They were just huge. He'd never seen her this upset before. His only question now was how to play this out. It was very late on a Friday night at the office and no one else was around. This is a good thing, Jack thought.

"Well, Erica, this is going to be really tough," Jack was worried that he might be overplaying this one but he knew that Erica lived paycheck to paycheck and out of her league for the salary she was making, especially considering that she lived in one of the most expensive cities in the world.

"OK, well, just name it. And I really mean ANYTHING, Jack," Erica said.

"Hm, well, I'm thinking that we should have a drink and make a toast to your new future, first. This is exciting -- going to the land of television," Jack said, looking her in the eye, and then back down to her chest.

Jack walked over to the closet in his office and pulled out a bottle and two glasses. He put both glasses on his desk and motioned for Erica to walk over. She walked over and grabbed one of the glasses that Jack had just poured.

"What do we have here?" Erica asked, looking at the clear liquid in the glass.

"The finest vodka in the world, Erica. Got it in Russia last year on that trip I took, and I've been saving it for an occasion that warranted drinking a $500 bottle of Vodka . . ." Jack smiled.

"$500!" Erica looked back into the glass as if trying to find the dollar signs.

"Sure, you remember the deal we brokered for that Norwegian oil contractor over there last year? Well, this was a thank you gift from them."

"Cool. I never drank anything that expensive!" Erica said.

"Well, as they say in Russia when you are toasting their favorite liquid, Za Zdrovia!" Jack lifted his glass.

"Za . . . yeah, whatever!" Erica clinked her glass on Jack's and drank down about half of it. "Wow, that's the smoothest vodka I've ever had!"

"That's why someone had to pay $500 for it, I guess," Jack said, sipping his again. "And to your new job," Jack said again holding up his glass. Erica clinked it again and finished the glass. Jack refilled it right away.

"You can really put this stuff away for a small girl," Jack said, laughing.

"Are you kidding? I can barely taste this. It's delicious. Can I make a toast?"

"Of course," Jack said.

"Well then here's to you, for being the best damn boss ever," she drank it without waiting to toast. Jack watched her and wondered if this was how she dealt with stress. He took another sip.

"Mmmm, Erica said. This is soooooooooo good!" Erica giggled. Obviously this stuff took affect pretty quickly, Jack thought. He never knew Erica to be much of a drinker, so he figured that she probably wasn't used to something of this caliber.

Jack leaned against his desk and watched Erica attempt to lean against it with him. She tried to put her hand on the desk but missed, and Jack quickly caught her arm breaking her fall, but spilling some of her drink on her shirt.

"Oh, damn, that's like $20 worth of vodka I just wasted!" Erica giggled again.

"Well, there's another way you're costing me. First you say you're leaving, then you want me to go to the bulldogs upstairs and get them to keep you on the payroll for a month, and now you spill my expensive booze all over the place!" Jack kidded.

Erica had a look of shock on her face, exaggerated due to her rapidly declining sobriety. "Oh, no, I didn't mean to cause any trouble, I'm so horrible!" Erica said.

"Well, you really owe me know," Jack said, his heart rate quickening again. "There is something you can do for me, Erica."

"Oh, you know I'll do it. What do you want?" Erica finished what was in her glass and tried to put it on the desk but missed and staggered a little. Jack caught her and the glass. "Well, first, why don't you stand there in the middle of the room."

As Erica stepped into the center of the room Jack pulled his digital camera out of his desk drawer and snapped a picture of Erica standing in front of his desk.

"Ooo, cool, I'm gonna be in pictures!" Erica squealed and giggled some more. Jack took a few more and she struck a couple of glamour poses as she laughed.

Jack took a breath. Go with it, he thought. "Right, now, I need you to take off your shirt Erica."

Erica paused, looked at him, and then pulled her shirt out of the waist of her skirt.

"Slowly," Jack said as he took a few more pictures of her as she did as she was told. "Great, now slowly lift it up over your head and take it off," Jack said, sounding like a Playboy photographer. His dick was hard as a rock and was getting harder as he watched her lift her shirt up revealing a white lacy bra. Jack could see that it was obviously a little too small for her as her tits were pouring out from the sides of the cups. He walked around her and took several more pictures. When he was standing behind her, he reached over her back bra strap and took out the tag.

"Well, I was right, a 34 C. But it looks like you could use a little more 'coverage' there, don't you think Erica?"

Erica turned around and giggled again. Jack looked at her breasts showing through the white lace. They were bigger than he had even expected, and her dark pink -- almost brown -- areolas were showing through. Her nipples were gigantic, and he couldn't wait to see them. He took a bunch of pictures – close up, farther away. He figured he could probably make a lot of money on them if Erica made it big in TV someday.

"OK, now slip out of that skirt, slowly again, please."

Erica again did as she was told. She stumbled a couple of times trying to step out of her skirt. She was wearing a bikini cut pair of white lace panties that matched her bra. More pictures from the front, the side, and from behind, where he marveled at her beautiful ass cheeks poking out from her panties. She wasn't wearing any nylons, which was just perfect with Jack as he hated them.

"OK, well, let's get down to business. Do you want to take off your bra or panties first?" Jack thought it only proper to let her decide which way to go first.

"Well, you've been staring at my tits for years now, so how would you like to see them live and in the flesh, eh Jackie?"

"Sounds great," Jack blushed slightly at being called out. But then again, who DIDN'T stare at this girl's tits? She certainly knew how to display them.

Erica reached around her back. Her breasts strained against the tight confines of her bra as she reached for the snaps. Jack took more pictures. As Erica unsnapped the bra her boobs jiggled around as if they were trying to break free on their own. She let the bra fall to the floor. Jack looked at those two perfect hooters sticking out from her chest and couldn't believe his eyes. They were incredible. Not sagging, and her areolas and nipples were even more amazing than he had imagined they would be. The areolas were slightly puffy, and the nipples were rock hard and very long – maybe an inch and a half. He'd never seen anything like them before and must have taken twenty pictures of them.

"Quite nice, huh," Erica said playfully. She grabbed them both and pushed them together to form the cleavage he was used to seeing. Then she grabbed her right nipple between her thumb and finger and pinched it slightly. Jack was harder than he'd ever been in his life, and couldn't believe the pictures he was taking of his assistant pinching and tugging on her own nipples.

"Oh my God, Erica. I had no idea . . ." Jack's voice trailed off. He wanted to reach out and grab them, but held off as he continued to take pictures. "Why don't you slip out of those panties now?"

Erica complied, and bent over as she slid them down over her hips and down her legs. Jack watched as her breasts jiggled and banged together as she wiggled out of her panties. He was stunned by the amount of movement they made with every slight move.

He looked and saw that she had a neat, close-cropped bush on top of her pussy mound. As she kicked her panties off from her foot, Jack looked at her beautifully shaped ass. It was always nice watching Erica walk from behind, and now he could better see why. Her butt wasn't fat, but it was a good size (the Italian blood, he figured, contributed to that) and it was also nice and jiggly, just like her tits. Jack was busily recording as many images as he could on his camera that fortunately held about 100 high-resolution images. He thought he must be getting close to the limit, but knew that he had another memory stick in the desk drawer.

Erica seemed to be extremely happy and having fun, so he decided to go farther.

"OK, Erica, now I need you to do a couple of things here. Just go ahead and do whatever I say and do it slowly so I can get some good shots," Jack sounded somewhat authoritarian about it and Erica just smiled and nodded her head.

"Great. First, have you ever sucked your own nipples?" Jack asked. Erica cupped her right breast, lifted it up to her face, and worked her nipple into her mouth. She licked it first, then grabbed it lightly with her front teeth pulling it gently. Then she took it into her mouth and started sucking on it. As she sucked the right one, she grabbed the left one with her free hand and rolled it around between her thumb and forefinger. After a few pictures, she switched and sucked on the left one. Jack noticed that the right one was wet and red which made him think that she had been sucking on it pretty hard. Rather than grabbing her right nipple while she sucked the left one, she reached down and started to rub her clit. She began moaning softly.

"Whoa, you're moving too fast," Jack said, trying to keep up with the action. She slowed her motions down but continued to stroke her clit and suck her left nipple.

"OK, now you can stop sucking and just go crazy on your pussy," Jack said. Erica immediately dropped her boob, laid down on her back on the floor of the office, and used both hands to work herself into a frenzy. Jack took a bunch of pictures from just about every angle and saw that his memory stick was full so he quickly changed it out and put the new one in.

"Great, keep going," Jack said as Erica worked her clit with one hand and stuck her fingers on the other hand inside her pussy. He stroked harder and harder until she went into convulsions and started screaming with delight. He hoped that the building was actually empty by now but figured that at 9:00 P.M. the only people around would be the janitors.

"Let's see how many fingers you can get up there," Jack suggested. Erica lifted her head up to watch as she started with two, then three, and then put four up there. Her tits were laying on top of her chest and wildly jiggling around every time she thrust her hand into her wet pussy.

"How about the whole hand?" Jack asked. Erica cupped her small hand in a fist and pushed hard against her pussy lips until she was able to work her hand in up to her wrist. She was moaning again like before and started to have another orgasm. Jack took several pictures of her hand up her pussy and then focused on her face. He found that he was even more turned on by watching her pleasure herself than he would ever have imagined, and she really seemed to be enjoying it.

After the orgasm subsided, Erica collapsed back on the floor, breathing heavily. Jack sat entranced watching her chest heave with every breath, and amazed at her stamina. He couldn't believe that her nipples were still as hard as they were when they began. He just watched as she caught her breath and thought out his next requests. What a beautiful woman Erica was, he thought, as he watched her recover.

Jack felt his rock hard dick through his pants and decided to unbutton and unzip them to give his large rod a little more room to move around. Erica looked over and saw that Jack's pants were open so she moved over and reached inside.

"Oh my God Jack," Erica said as she gripped his erect penis. "You're huge!"

"So are you," he said, looking at her tits.

"Why thank you, sir!" she giggled as she took his rod out of his pants and immediately started to suck on the giant head. Jack couldn't believe his eyes, and put his hand on Erica's shoulder as she worked his unit into her mouth. He looked down at her chest and reached with the other hand to grab one of her swinging tits. He was amazed at how soft, smooth, and warm it was, and how hard her nipple was poking against the palm of his hand. He reached down with his other hand and grabbed the other nipple, pinching it slightly and rolling it between his thumb and finger just as Erica was doing to it before. She started to moan again, this time a very muffled moan as she had Jack's massive cock stuffed into her mouth.

When he felt like he was going to cum into her mouth, he pulled his rod out of her mouth and told her to get on her hands and knees on the floor and turn around. She got down on all fours with her ass facing Jack. He looked down at her perfect ass and laid his rod down between her ass cheeks, then down between her legs against her still warm and wet pussy. She reached down and shoved Jack's prick into her cunt, and moved her hips up and down taking eventually taking in every inch of his rock hard monster.

Jack leaned down and watched her amazingly active tits sway back and forth with every thrust, and reached around to cup them as he shoved his cock as far as he could inside of her. Erica let out a loud groan and began her moaning again as he pounded it in.

Feeling like he was going to cum again, Jack looked down at her perfect ass and saw her tiny, tight asshole. He slowly pulled out of Erica's pussy and then pressed his cock's large head against the puckered flesh softly at first, then harder. This made Erica turn around with a surprised look on her face alerting Jack that this was probably a place that no man had gone before. Her expression was priceless so he quickly took a picture of her looking back at him as he pushed against the hole. This got Erica worked up again so that she started pushing back so much that her asshole quickly enveloped the head of Jack's dick. Then Jack slowly pushed the rest of his cock in until his balls were resting against her ass. Once fully in place, he gently worked his rod around inside of her and she reached up and started fingering her clit, which drove him wild.

As his cock was ready to spew, he pulled it out and Erica quickly got up on her knees and grabbed Jack's erupting dick, pointing it toward her face, taking a shot across her forehead, then her eyes and nose, then another couple of shots directly into her mouth. She then took the rest of his surprisingly large load onto her tits. Jack pulled his camera out and took several pictures of the cumshots from his unique vantage point, catching in midair the cum landing on her face and her tits.

Erica immediately started rubbing Jack's cock across her cum-covered breasts, and then rubbed the rest of the sperm in with her hands. She wiped the cum away from her eye and looked up at Jack for another 'money shot.' Then she rubbed the rest of the cum off of her face with Jack's cock, and licked his cock clean.

Jack couldn't believe it when he saw that he had burned through another 100 picture memory stick on his camera as he took the last couple shots of Erica laying on her back, breathless, with cum in her hair. He sat next to her, noticed that her nipples were finally relaxing, and gave her breasts one last massage before getting up and putting his package back into his pants. Erica got up and collected her clothes from around the office and slowly started putting them back on. She was still a bit tipsy from the vodka so Jack offered to give her a ride back to her apartment which she readily accepted.

After dropping her off, Jack went straight back to his place and crashed. As he laid down on his bed, he thought again about Erica's massive nipples and the amazing collection of porn he created before drifting off to sleep.

END