The Girl Who Came Out of the Blue

                       by Titmouse
             (C)1999, All Rights Reserved

I was already waiting at a table halfway down the side of the bar
when Linda came in. I recognized her by the striped cotton blouse
she'd said she would be wearing. I stood and smiled and she came
over.

"Hi, Linda" I said. She looked at me and smiled back, but I could
tell she was nervous. Considering that we'd never met in person,
that was understandable.

"Hi, Alan," she said, using the name I had given her. "You don't
look anything like I imagined." That was the Linda I knew from her
e-mails, direct as hell.

"Nor you," I told her. "For some reason, I thought you might
be...taller."

In fact, one of the possibilities I had considered was that she might
turn out to be overweight and homely, but I wasn't going to say that.
Linda was just the least bit plump, but I've never minded that. On
the contrary, in my experience, painfully thin women were literally
that. I considered her nicely proportioned. She was small, maybe
5'5" and, to my surprise, prettier than average. She had brown hair
and brown eyes behind glasses.

I held her chair as she sat down. "I'm sure you expected a fatty,"
she said, watching my eyes.

"I really had no expectations," I said, which was true. I had
considered possibilities but had intentionally not arrived at even a
best guess. "I told you, part of the fun is that we committed to
this sight unseen. I was prepared to accept almost anyone. It's
nice that you're attractive."

I'm reasonably good-looking, I guess -- not a hunk by any stretch of
the imagination, but not bad. I'm six feet tall and a little thicker
around the middle than I'd like to be, but not enough to call me
overweight. My hair's brown going gray and my eyes are hazel, if you
can see the color through my gold-rimmed glasses. I used to have a
lot of red in my beard, but it went gray in my late thirties, and my
goatee is almost white at the bottom now.

I asked, "What did you think I'd look like?"

"Older. You said you were 55, but you don't look it. I was
expecting a granddad."

Linda, we had established in our e-mails, was just shy of 22.
Several weeks before, she had written a note in response to one of my
stories, and we had chatted back and forth since then.

I've lost Linda's first note, but I remember it. She mentioned a
story I had recently posted in which an older man had initiated a
teenage girl. In the endnote, I had referred to another of my
stories involving an older woman and a teenage boy. She asked if I
would send her a copy, since she was thinking about breaking in a 16-
year-old boy. She signed herself "CrazyLady," but her address showed
her name as Linda.

Well, I don't mail stories to people I don't know on general
principles, but I wrote back explaining how to find it on DejaNews.
I ended my note with a postscript:

> PS And what about OLDER men?

She wrote back:

 > Older men?
 > *laugh*
 > if you think you could handle me....
 >
 > Crazy

So I sent back this response:

 > Oh, I could probably HANDLE you all right. I'm not
 > entirely sure I could keep up with you, though.

 > So what's the craziest thing you've ever done? I once
 > took part in a three-way with my brother and his
 > wife, who was my ex-girl, on acid.

She wrote:

 > craziest thing Ive ever done eh?
 > *laugh*
 > only thing I ever did on acid was...play sonic the
 > hedgehog. I did have a group thing with 3 guys on pot
> though...
>
 > *smile* whats your purity score?
 >
 > I'm at 29% but I still have a huge to-do list.
 >
 > And I love anal sex, you did a very good write up on
 > it. Only thing you didnt mention, I LOVE playing with
 > my vibrator on my pussy while getting it up the ass.
 > Im sure that would drive most any woman wild.
 >
 > I've never done a group thing with another man and
 > another woman, but I want to. A girlfriend of mine
 > and I got drunk one night and decided we wanted to
 > see what it was like, going down on another woman.
 > *laugh*
 > so, done that.

I was enjoying this. Understand, at this point I had no thought we'd
ever get together. My favorite correspondent, for example, is an
Australian woman, and chances are slim that we'll ever meet. So I
was just having fun with a slightly wicked conversation, and I wrote
back:

 > Well, darlin', I don't know what my purity score is.
 > I saw the test(s) a while ago, but as I remember
 > there were a bunch of different ones. In any case,
 > that was on my computer at work and I'm no longer
 > working there, so... If you can send or point me at
 > the same one you're using, I'll tell the truth. (I
 > always tell the truth.)
 >
 > I'm not too terribly pure. At my age, if I haven't
 > done it, it's because I didn't want to, couldn't
 > afford it or haven't heard of it. I suppose there are
 > a few things I never had the opportunity to try.
 >
 > Never been seriously tempted by the gay thing, and I
 > don't much like pain. Play rape is something else, of
 > course, and a high percentage of women seem to like
 > it. Something about, politics aside, a built-in
 > response to dominance, I suspect. Plus, that way they
 > can get things done to them that they don't have to
 > *agree* to. I've been tied up myself but didn't enjoy
 > that as much (not that I didn't enjoy it), probably
 > because my partner wasn't that inventive once she got
 > me tied up.
 >
 > You're exactly right about combining a vibrator with
 > anal sex, and I'm amazed to realize I've never put
 > that in a story. (Hmmm...) If she slides it in, it
 > works for both partners, if making the guy blow it
 > *way* too soon can be considered working. Have you
 > ever tried a real vibrator as opposed to a dildo-
 > vibe? I mean one of those heavy-duty plug-in kinds
 > not meant to be inserted. The vibrations are several
 > times as strong and *very* effective.

 > Out of curiosity, where are you? I'm in Los Angeles.

She wrote:

 > *laugh*
 > ohmy, well, seeing that you're local I better be
 > careful, eh? I usually tell people Im in Los Angeles, but
 > since you live here you prolly know the area. I live
 > in Pasadena. I'm a CIS major at CSLA. I have another 2
 > years till I graduate and make my fortune. *grin*
 > Yes I figured out how to use deja news. I had never
 > been to the site and didnt know of it. I'm a bit of a
 > linux fanatic. Its sort of a joke between my friends
 > and I. No, sex isnt the only thing on my mind, I
 > think of computers just as much. And if my computer
 > had the proper periphrials, I'd probably marry it
 > *evil grin* So 'by your age', exactly how old are
 > you? And you mentioned cheating on your wife in the
 > 'learning the ropes' story, are you still married?
 >
 > http://www.nmt.edu/~kscott/purity/
 > thats a site you can go to and do an online version
 > of the purity test. The 500 question one is usually
 > considered standard.
 >
 > I will agree with you, most women like to be
 > dominated. But I enjoy doing the dominate thing too
 > sometimes. One of my fav experiences with that was
 > with my ex-boyfriend. I handcuffed him down
 > and then masturbated with my vibrator (handheld one,
 > no Ive never used plugin) right up on his chest, so
 > he could see me, and watch me, but couldnt touch me
 > or lick me....and came on his chest.
 > That was fun *smile*.

Pasadena? I couldn't believe it! I was in the adjacent suburb. I
told her:

 > Don't throw a rock, you might hit me. I'm in South Pasadena
 > - well actually just south of it. I'm staying with friends
 > while, to answer another question, my divorce gets settled.
 > And while I wait to get re-employed in the computer
 > biz, which I've been in nearly as long as you've been
 > alive.
 >
 > I'm 55, or will be in less than a month, which makes
 > me as I calculate it almost precisely 2.5 times older
 > than you. I can see your face sagging and your jaw
 > dropping. (Shit, a *really* old fart!) Well, that's
 > the way it is. I've tried getting younger, but it
 > doesn't work. So I'm too old for you. (You like
 > younger guys, remember?)
 >
 > This has been my third and last marriage. It lasted a
 > little over 10 years, which was a record. For some
 > reason I (obviously) don't understand, I pick the
 > wrong women. Either that, or all the good ones are
 > taken. As for the reference to cheating on my wife in
 > the note on 'Learning the Ropes,' that was my first
 > wife and the only time I ever did that. Really. I
 > played around quite a bit between marriages but
 > played it straight within them. I think I feel a
 > 'play around' phase coming. I'll ride it out until
 > the equiment fails.
 >
 > That was very naughty of you to masturbate on your
 > boyfriend's chest and not let him play. I hope you
 > made it up to him later.
 >
 > Next session on line, I'll check out the purity test.
 >
 > Tomorrow, however, I have to prep for a session with
 > soon-to-be ex and her lawyer. Brrrrr.
 >
 > PS I took the purity test and only scored 50%. That's
 > scary. You've been a very naughty girl.

I waited impatiently for her next e-mail. This was
beginning to get interesting. She wrote:

 > South Pas, eh? Thats kinda cool. Most of the people I
 > talk to on the internet live no where near me. And no
 > my jaw didnt drop when you said you were 55. I
 > thought it was kind of funny. Just cause you dont
 > 'act' like your 55. Or how society says a 55 year old
 > man is suppose to act. Its not that your to old for
 > me, its that Im to young for you. And Im sure you've
 > heard this before, but age is just a number. One of my
 > best friends is 40 and if she doesnt mind having a
 > friend who is half her age, why should you. *evil
 > grin*
 > So tell me, do you feel guilty at all having casual
 > sex? Ive had sex with someone the first day I met him
 > once, really liked him and it blew up in my face.
 > Other than that, never really have. *smile* but
 > sometimes I get so horny I just wanna go throw myself
 > at someone.
 > anyways, about me being nauty, my ex didnt seem to
 > mind at the time. And I made sure I tasted him well
 > before it was over *licks her lips* Most of my sexual
 > experience was when I was with him. He was my first.
 > I lived with him for a year and never EVER once wasnt
 > in the mood *evil grin*
 > Im sorry things didnt work out with your wife and
 > stuff. Ive never been married so cant really relate.
 > But Im sure it must be an awful experience.

 > So if you had one night to make my dreams come true,
 > what would you do? (besides lose a few purity points,
 > haha, maybe I need to teach YOU a few things)

 > talk with ya later

Oh, boy. Can you picture me rubbing my hands together? One night to
make her dream come true? Hmmm...

 > No, casual sex doesn't make me feel the least bit
 > guilty. I have little use for guilt. Some of my
 > favorite episodes have involved sex at the first
 > meeting, although it wasn't exactly 'casual.' I don't
 > regret any of them.
 >
 > If I had one night with you, I would give you a night
 > you would still remember when you're old and gray. I
 > would kiss and touch and lick you all over and fuck
 > you every way possible until you came long and hard.
 > That's the least I would do. There would be other
 > things, of course, but I'll let you anticipate them.
 >
 > What would you do for me? Would you devote yourself
 > equally to my pleasure? Would you trust me enough to
 > give yourself over to me completely for one night,
 > letting go of all inhibitions, opening yourself to
 > me? This is easier to say than to do, but it is what
 > I would expect of you.
 >
 > Does the thought make you wet? Let's see how brave
 > you are.
 >
 > At the end of this note is a list from the purity
 > test. Some are things I haven't done; others are
 > things I might like to do again with you. I haven't
 > bothered to include most of the obvious ones. Copy
 > the list, delete anything you're unwilling to do, and
 > send it back. You can add things from the test if
 > they're not on the list. Not all of these will
 > happen, of course. Just be sure there's nothing on
 > the list you send back that you won't do.
 >
 > You can ask questions. You can set limits if you
 > think you need to, and I'll respect them. You can
 > trust me not to harm you and to practice safe sex. I
 > may play-act sometimes, I might challenge you a
 > little, but I'll stop if there's anything you really
 > don't like. Otherwise, I'll expect you to be mine for
 > the night.
 >
 > We won't meet until then. You'll have to commit,
 > sight unseen, as I'm doing. We'll talk by mail,
 > perhaps even on the phone, but we'll meet as
 > strangers. Of course, I'll know you intimately by the
 > time we part. But you won't know my full name, I
 > won't know yours, and we'll probably never see each
 > other again.

I checked my e-mail twice a day for the next two days. Nothing. On
the third day, on the second check, there was mail from Linda. My
heart was racing as I opened it. I knew I had taken a big chance.
Would she bite?

She had sent back the list unchanged. At the end was a note.

 > You decide. Can you meet me at Jack and Jills on Saturday,
 > 7 pm. Ill wear my striped cotton shirt.

I confirmed the date and time and started making plans.

So, here we were, meeting for the first time at a wine and coffee
bar. We had come to knock at least three items off our respective
purity test scores -- sex with someone whose name you didn't know,
sex with someone at least 20 years younger or older, and sex with
someone just to reduce your score. Anything else was gravy. There
was, of course, the unstated possibility that either of us might call
it off. But I could tell from the way Linda looked at me -- a
mixture of relief and excitement -- that we were already past that.
If I didn't blow it, it was going to happen.

I had been thinking about what I wanted to do with Linda since she
had first raised the question. What would I do if I had one night to
make her dreams come true? It wasn't the kind of question that came
up in the usual kind of relationship. Oh, you might speculate
whether you'd make love on the first date, but not much beyond that.
Further explorations might follow, but they could wait.

This was entirely different. In this case, making love was a given
unless one of us bailed out, but I had promised a night she would
remember. To do so, I figured, I'd have to press the envelope a
little, but not too much.

The truth is, I'm not particularly kinky. Oral sex is pretty
standard, in time if not at first. I like anal sex, if the partner
is willing, and Linda was already on record on that subject. What
else could I do? I had consulted the purity test and made my plans,
hoping I could carry it off.

A waitress was hovering.

"Would you like a glass of wine, or would you prefer coffee?"

"Wine seems more like it, don't you think?"

"Yes, indeed. White?"

"Sure."

I ordered two glasses of Chardonnay.

"I have to confess," I said after the waitress left, "that I've never
done anything like this."

"Me neither," Linda said, "not really."

I looked at her, and she blushed faintly, looking away.

"Well, I mean," she said, "I guess I've walked out of a party with
someone I'd never met before."

"Me, too," I admitted, "but not very often. The truth is, I'm not
good at that."

"It's easier for girls," Linda said. "All you really have to do is
be willing."

"Yeah."

(Come to think of it, I realized that I had met both my first and
second wives at parties. With the first, it had been months before
we made love. The second, however, led to quite a night. And
marriage. And divorce. I didn't bring it up.)

"I figured you to be a real terror," Linda said. "At least that's
the way you come off in your e-mails."

"I'm better at writing than talking," I said. "And better at talking
than doing, for that matter."

"You must have done a few things to score 50 percent on the purity
test." Linda raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, I guess. But then I'm an old fart. I've been at it a while.
You got me beat by a mile in half as many years."

She grinned, a little embarrassed. "I guess I'm the adventurous
type."

Until she had walked through the door, Linda had existed as a
formless sex object, someone I was going to try to fuck silly. I
knew her only through her e-mails and, content aside, she wasn't an
impressive writer. She had a casual disregard for spelling and
structure that would probably grated on my writer sensibilities had I
not been in rut.

The waitress appeared with our wine, set the glasses down, and
departed.

"Well, here's to adventures," I said, raising my glass. Linda
clinked hers against it.

"To adventures!"

We drank, looking in each other's eyes.

I think I would have liked her under any circumstance. In person,
she was lively and quick to laugh. We chatted and flirted over our
drinks, and I found myself noticing little things about her -- the
way she repeatedly brushed her hair out of her eyes, the way she
pursed her lips when she was amused. I also admired the way her
youthful breasts pressed against her shirt. I struggled to keep my
eyes on her face.

"So," I said after a pause. "I guess this is the time for you to bow
out gracefully if you want to. I'll be disappointed, of course, but
I won't be mad. But I'm in if you are."

"Oh, I'm in," Linda said. "What the hell, why not? You seem like a
nice guy."

"Actually, I am," I said. "It's embarrassing to admit it, but it's
true. I want you to know that. I want you to relax and have a good
time tonight."

Linda smiled and took another sip of wine.

"I'm not sure how to say this," I added. "What I want you to know is
that I'm a kind of actor sometimes, and it's that kind of evening.
But don't let that scare you. You can back out -- stop things --
anytime. Understand?"

She nodded.

"But otherwise, starting now, I'll expect you to do what you're
told."

Linda looked at me for a long moment, and I thought I might have lost
her. Then she nodded, her eyes still on me. I nodded back,
acknowledging her acceptance, then took a drink.

"Okay," I said. "I want you to go to the ladies room and take off
your bra."

She hesitated, took a sip of wine. I said nothing, just looked at
her calmly, waiting. Linda took a breath and puffed it out through
pursed lips. She looked over my shoulder toward the back hallway
that led to the restrooms. Then she gave me a quick smile, pushed
her chair back, picked up her purse, and got up. As she walked past
me, she let her fingers trail along my forearm.

I waited calmly for her to return, glancing around the room at the
other patrons but intentionally not looking back toward the
restrooms. Linda wasn't gone long. She came up behind me and hugged
me from behind, planting a kiss on the top of my head. I felt a soft
and unfettered breast against my neck. She went around to her chair
and sat down, putting her purse back at her feet. I could see her
breasts move gently inside her shirt.

I smiled at her and nodded.

"Good," I said. "Now sit back. Let me see you."

Her eyes darted to the side, checking to see if anybody near was
looking at her. She sat up straight and pulled her shoulders back.
I could see her nipples poking at the cotton fabric. A faint smile
on my lips, I looked at her breasts. They were medium-sized and
sagged only slightly. Ah, youth!

"Thanks," I said. "I like the way you look."

Linda leaned forward, putting one arm on the table and picking up her
wineglass with the other hand. She took a good-sized swallow.

"Jeez," she said.

"How does it feel?"

"You mean besides weird? A little exposed, I guess, like everyone
knows."

"Besides that."

"Exciting." She blushed.

"Good." I glanced toward the front door. "You know, there's a stack
of 'New Times' at the front. Would you get us a copy, please?"

Linda ducked her head and looked up at me through her eyebrows.

"Yeah, sure," she said. "Like you really want to read it now."

"Yes," I said. "I want to see what's at the movies."

"O-kay," Linda said, giving me an amused grimace. She got up,
turned, and walked to the front. My eyes were not the only ones that
followed her there and back. She knew it, too, although she looked
straight ahead. She kept her head up and her shoulders back. There
was just the faintest extra twitch to her bottom as she walked away
from me. On the way back, her eyes were on mine, both of us smiling.
She handed me the paper and sat down.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome."

I opened the paper, a local tabloid, and paged through it until I
found the end of the movie listings where the adult theater ads were
located. I knew what I would find, since I'd seen a copy the day
before when I had scouted the place for our meeting.

"Oh, look," I said, feigning surprise. "There's a new film with
Samantha Woo." I turned the paper so Linda could see. "Ever been to
a porn film?"

"I've seen videos."

"Feel like going to a movie?"

"Uh... what time does it start?"

"Does it matter?"

"I guess not."

"Shall we go, then?" Without waiting for an answer, I waved to the
waitress, rubbing my thumb and fingers together to signal for the
check. She brought it. I glanced at it, dropped a $10 bill on top
and stood up. I helped Linda scoot her chair back, and she stood up.
I let her go ahead of me. Eyes -- some male, some female -- darted
at her, then at me.

Outside, I led Linda to my car. It was a short, 10-minute drive to
the theater, whose location I had also scouted the day before.

"Do you go to porno movies often?" Linda asked, leaning back in the
corner of the front seat.

"Haven't been in years."

"So... what's it like? Do many women go?"

"Not many," I said, "but some. It'll be okay. Usually, there's not
that many people, and everybody spreads out."

"Mmm."

We parked and walked to the theater. Linda stuck close to me,
craning her neck to look at the marquee, glancing at the posters.

"God," she said. "The titles!"

"And the names," I said. "The names are my favorite."

"Oh, jeez," Linda said, but she was smiling.

The ticket seller was a woman, middle-aged -- younger than I was, in
other words, but older than Linda. "Enjoy the movie," she said. She
smiled at us. It wasn't quite a smirk.

We could hear the grunts, sighs and tacky music the moment we entered
the building. When we pushed through the doors into the darkened
theater, the screen was filled with a close-up of a longhaired
brunette giving head to a man. It was definitely a man, even though
we could see nothing above his waist or below his knees.
Fortunately, the scene was bright enough that we could find an
unoccupied area off to the left where we could sit with some privacy.
I guided Linda into the row and over several seats from the aisle.

"There are NO women in this theater," Linda whispered.

"Just one," I admitted, "unless you count that brunette."

"God, look at her go!" Linda breathed into my ear. I could feel her
soft breast press against my arm, the nipple a firm pebble.

"Pay attention," I said. "She's pretty good. See how she uses her
hand?"

"I think she would have room for both hands," Linda giggled. "Gad,
he's big!"

"It's trick photography," I said. "It's an illusion."

"Yeah, sure," she said. She pressed closer against me. "Are you
trying to tell me you're not that big?"

"Nowhere near," I said. "Definitely a one-hander."

Linda giggled. "Good. It would just be wasted anyway. I'm a little
girl."

"Not all stretched out from overuse?"

"Nope. Tight as a little bunny. You like little bunnies?"

I looked at her in the reflected light from the screen. She wriggled
against me, making her breast slide across my arm. I bent my head
down and kissed her. Her mouth opened and our tongues danced
together. I reached across her and cupped her breast. Her breath
hissed in and out through her nose while we continued the kiss. Then
I broke it off and turned back in my seat.

On screen, the female had pushed the male down onto his back and was
straddling his waist, her hand between her thighs still wrapped
around him, guiding him toward her center. I heard Linda take a
long, deep breath as the woman on the screen positioned the man's
tool and began to sink down on it. Linda pressed her thighs
together, then let them relax again. As the camera switched to a
close-up of the screen couple coupling, Linda shifted her arm and
laid her hand, palm down, on my thigh. I could feel the warmth of
her bare hand through the fabric of my pants.

The camera shifted again, and we were behind the woman, watching her
lift and drop.

"Jeez," Linda whispered, wriggling in her seat. "I hope you know
this is making me horny."

"I hope so."

I felt her hand move inward. Her fingers crawled across my thigh and
found my penis. It was already half hard, and quickly became harder.

"Let's see..." Linda said, tracing from the head up along my length
until it found my balls. Then she cupped her hand around me and
kneaded the straining tube under my pants. It was my turn to take a
deep, long breath and let it out in a sigh.

"So what do you think?" I asked.

"About what?"

"About what you've got your hand on."

"Oh, this ol' thang?" Linda tightened her hold and moved her hand
back and forth. I didn't say anything. "Oh, I guess it'll do." She
glanced at me, then moved closer and put her lips close to my ear.
"I'd like to swallow it whole," she whispered, then licked my ear
with the tip of her tongue.

I turned to her and gave her a quick kiss. "I think that could be
arranged."

For the next half-hour, people did various things on the screen, and
Linda and I amused each other with comments on the silliness of the
plot. It was not a very good movie, even by the lax standards of
porn.

Linda's hand felt good on me, but I had other ideas. I put an arm
around her and now I reached down, took her hand and moved it back to
her own lap. She gave me a puzzled look. I put my mouth close to
her ear. At the same time, I moved a hand over hers and pressed it
into her crotch.

"Touch yourself," I whispered. "No one can see but me." Linda
looked at me, shook her head and whispered "No!" I ignored her.
Keeping my hand curled over hers, I began to press her fingers into
her crotch with mine. She resisted at first, but I kept up the
insistent massage, my eyes on the screen as if nothing was happening.
After a while, she quit resisting and let me stroke her with her own
fingers. Still later, I felt them begin to move on their own. I
pulled my hand away and leaned forward against the back of the seat
in front of me, blocking the view although there was no one who could
have seen. I heard Linda take a deep and ragged breath.

After a few minutes, she leaned over against me. "Dammit, Alan, I
don't want to come. I might... Someone might hear."

I turned to her smiling and kissed her. Linda lifted her hand and
put it around me. "That's all right," I said. "I just wanted to see
if you'd do it."

She gave me a grimace that turned into a smile. Moving her lips
close to my ear, she whispered, "Oh, I did it all right. My panties
are soaked. I just hope nobody can tell when we leave."

I kissed her on the temple and gave her a hug. We turned our
attention back to the movie.

There was a party, it seemed, and people were pairing off in various
combinations. A jealous husband kept trying to prevent his wife from
joining in. She, on the other hand, was increasingly determined to
get her share before it was all gone. When the husband left the room
to get fresh drinks, she grabbed the hand of the man sitting next to
her and dragged him off to a bedroom. Before long, after some
obligatory licks, she climbed aboard and began to ride him.

They were, of course, soon discovered by the husband. With the
acting subtlety of a teenager, he registered first surprise (wide-
open eyes), then anger (scowling and smacking a fist into his hand),
and then craftiness (lowered brows and an evil grin). He tiptoed up
behind the woman like a cartoon character and dropped his pants. He
was not wearing underwear, of course.

"Oh-oh," whispered Linda. "Double trouble."

"No!" I said. "Do you think?"

The camera shifted so we could see the woman's face. Her eyes popped
open in surprise when she felt a new pair of hands on her butt. She
looked over her shoulder, smiled and waggled her fanny.

"Hi, honey," she said. "You wanna fuck my ass?"

"Uh-huh," said the husband, which turned out to be his last line of
dialogue. He moved closer and rooted at her. The woman pulled her
head back and gritted her teeth.

"Yeah, sure," Linda whispered.

"What's the matter? Too realistic for you?" I asked, grinning.

The camera shifted again, and we watched the guy burrow into her rear
channel (where the gleam of lubrication had magically appeared) while
the guy behind her struggled to keep from popping out. I glanced at
Linda. She was staring at the screen, breathing through her mouth.
I smiled to myself.

Penetration achieved, the two guys started seesawing into the woman.
After a while, Linda resumed stroking me. Then she leaned close
again.

"Are we going to do that?"

"I don't see how," I whispered back. "I didn't bring another guy."

She squeezed me hard enough to make me wince, but not enough to
really hurt.

"You know what I mean."

"We'll see," I said. "Depends on whether you behave or not."

"Maybe I won't let you then."

I looked at her. "Remember the rules," I hissed. "I'll do whatever
I want."

Her eyes jerked to my face. She could see I was serious. Actually,
I was just acting serious. Linda watched me for a moment, and then
slowly nodded. "Whatever."

We turned back to the movie, which appeared to be recycling earlier
footage to extend the session. Eventually, however, all good things
come to an end. The guy on top pulled out and came all over the
woman's back and fanny. Then she pulled off the guy beneath her and
lay down beside him. He flailed away for a few moments and came on
her face and tits.

"Wow," whispered Linda flatly. "What fun."

That was the end of the movie. The credits started to crawl up the
screen.

"Seen enough?" I asked. Linda nodded. I stood up, offered my hand
to her, and we headed for the exit, leading most of the small crowd -
- most of whom were looking at us. I put my arm around Linda's
shoulders, and she snuggled in close, half burying her face in my
chest.

Back in the car, we headed back the way we had come.

"Now where?" asked Linda.

"I have a room at the San Regio," I said, naming a local hotel. She
looked at me for several moments.

"You're not cheating on your old lady, are you?"

"Nope. I just wanted a nicer place than I've got." The truth was
that I was between jobs and staying with friends, a situation that
was not conducive to planned activities. But I didn't want to tell
Linda that.

I had checked into the room that afternoon, so we just strolled in
and caught the elevator to the ninth floor. I had tried for the
tenth, which was the top, but no suites were available on short
notice. Still, I was pleased with the room, which had a nice view
over the city lights, a sitting room, and a separate bedroom with
king-size bed.

Linda excused herself and headed for the bathroom. I used the time
to open the bottle of champagne I had left cooling in the ice bucket.
I poured two glasses and handed one to Linda when she emerged from
the bathroom. She folded her glasses and put them in her purse. I
noticed that she had opened another button of her shirt, giving me a
peek of the tops of her breasts. We clinked glasses and took a sip,
then she headed to the window.

"Nice," said Linda, looking out over the city. I wondered if the
view was wasted on her, now that she'd taken off her glasses.

After another swallow of champagne, I set my glass down and moved up
behind her, slipping my hands around her waist. She snuggled back
against me. After a few moments, I planted a small kiss behind her
ear, then nibbled down her neck. Linda took a drink and put her
glass down on the windowsill. I opened two more buttons and slid my
hand inside her blouse to cup a bare breast.

"Oh, god," Linda whispered over her shoulder. "I've been waiting to
feel your hand on me since I took my bra off." She pressed against
my hand. I stroked her nipple with my thumb. It stiffened in
response.

Linda twisted in my arms, turning to face me. We kissed, a deep,
probing kiss that went on for a long time. She scissored her legs
around my thigh and pressed her body against me, moving her hips in
and out slowly, then grinding her pelvis against my leg.

"You have NO idea how horny I am," she murmured when the kiss finally
ended.

"You're making it hard for me to dominate you," I said. "You're
supposed to resist."

Linda chuckled and bit my neck. "Try and FIND something I don't want
to do."

I led her to the couch, sat her down and knelt in front of her.
Slipping between her knees, I pulled Linda forward and kissed her
deeply. Meanwhile, I began unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. She
raised her hands and began to do the same for me. I let her get two
unfastened before I brushed her hands away.

"Later," I said. I pulled Linda's blouse open, exposing her bare
tits and lowered my mouth to them. She sank back against the sofa
while I licked and tongued and sucked at them. She moaned faintly.

Meanwhile, I moved my hands to the waist of her slacks and unfastened
them. Linda put both her arms around my neck. After I slid the
zipper down and tugged at the waistband, she lifted her hips to help
me slip the pants and underwear over her butt. I backed away from
her then and worked the pants down her legs, slipping off each shoe
and pulling the leg free. Linda lay against the sofa back, helping a
little but mostly passive. I draped the pants over the arm of the
sofa, then pushed to my feet.

Moving back between her legs, I leaned forward and kissed her again.
Linda kissed back hungrily. Then I began to work my mouth down her
body -- nipping, sucking, kissing. I lingered a moment in the soft
hollow of her neck, moved onto her shoulder where I gnawed on the
rounded muscle, kissed down her arm to the crevice inside her elbow,
licked and kissed and bit at the inside of her wrists. I lifted her
other arm to my face, licked the inside of her biceps and buried my
mouth briefly in the hollow of her elbow. I took her fingers deep
into my mouth and sucked them one by one, flicking my tongue into the
crevices between them.

Moving back to her torso, I licked only her nipples with the end of
my tongue, feeling them swell in response. Dropping lower, I found
her bellybutton, and buried my tongue in it. Bypassing her sex, I
moved my hungry mouth to Linda's thighs, kissing the top and inside
flesh, moved downward to lick at the softness behind her knee, and
gnawed gently down her shin and calf to her ankle. There, I licked
and kissed and nibbled around her foot, finding the soft, tender
places like the inside of her arch. I licked the tops of her toes,
pushing my tongue between them. I moved to the other foot and began
to retrace my way upward, using my lips, tongue, teeth and hands to
stroke and kiss her soft flesh.

When I reached her other thigh, I could smell Linda's arousal and
knew she was ready for me. Slowly, I worked my way closer to her
sex, approaching but then veering off to the side to nibble at the
other thigh or lick the crevice where her leg joined her torso, so
tantalizingly close but not there. Her hips were moving, rolling
slightly, wanting to move my tongue to her center.

Linda raised both her hands, stroked them through my hair, and left
them there to hold the sides of my head. She groaned, partly in
passion and partly in complaint. She was trying to pull me to her
but seemed too weak to overpower my unwillingness.

Finally, I moved toward her center, pausing a fraction of an inch
away, and blew gently across the wetness of her opening. The lips
were red and swollen and slick. I extended my tongue and let it
slide slowly upward between the lips.

"Ahhhh," Linda moaned, and pushed her hips toward me, but I pulled
back and began to lick gently all around and between with just the
tip of my tongue. Gradually, over long moments, I increased the
pressure, until my tongue was sliding through her slot from bottom to
top, flicking across her clitoris at the top of each stroke. Turning
my head sideways, I sucked first one then the other of her pussy lips
into my mouth, where I chewed gently on the flesh, coarse and hairy
on one side, slick and smooth on the other. The aroma of her arousal
now filled my senses.

Pushing forward again, I buried my tongue as deeply as possible
inside her, probing and then licking at the sides. Linda's fingers
twined in my hair, twisting and clutching and pulling me to her. By
now, her breath was ragged and rapid -- quick gasps inward followed
by trembling releases. Her hips were in constant motion.

"Please!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Please, now! I want
you inside me."

"Not yet," I said. "This first one is just for you." Linda moaned
in frustration. In partial compensation, I moved a hand up to her
pussy and slowly pressed a finger inside, working it in and out until
it was thoroughly coated in her juices. I probed deeply into her,
curling my finger until it pressed strongly against the upper wall.
At the same time, I slid my thumb over her clitoris, alternating with
my tongue, which continued to lick and stroke her soaked middle.

Linda whimpered and pushed onto my finger, stroking her hips back and
forth. She was panting and groaning; her hands clawed at my scalp.
I knew she was close and increased my efforts, lashing at her clit
with my tongue, sliding across and beside it with my thumb, rolling
my finger deep inside her. Linda bucked beneath me, cried out, and
came. Her knees squeezed against me convulsively and her breath
rasped in and out of her throat.

Finally, she relaxed, almost collapsed, thighs weakly splayed, arms
limp along the sofa seat, eyes rolled up and showing white, mouth
open. I tapered her off, slid my finger out of her, and shifted my
lips to her thighs. Finally, I sat back on my heels. Linda's eyes
focussed on me through droopy lids.

"Whoo," she panted. "I think I needed that."

I smiled at her, leaned forward and hugged her. She wrapped her arms
around me weakly, nuzzling at my neck. Casually, I slipped my hand
behind the cushion in the corner of the sofa, slid out a set of fur-
lined handcuffs and had her first wrist secured before Linda realized
what was happening.

"What...!?" she said, startled.

"Hold still," I said. She tried to resist, but I was much stronger,
and it was fairly easy with two hands to capture and cuff her other
wrist.

"What the hell!" Linda complained. "You don't need to do this. I've
done what you said. I haven't exactly resisted, you know."

"Yes," I said, "but we've just begun. The next part of the evening
will be easier if you don't have too many options."

"You bastard!" she cried. "Let me out of these! Right now!"

"Linda," I replied calmly, "listen to me."

She sputtered and complained for a while. She tried to get up, but
it was easy to keep her off balance with a grip on the chain between
the cuffs. I ignored her complaints and waited for her to run down.
Finally, seeing she was getting nowhere, she shut up.

"If it's really what you want, I'll take these cuffs off," I said.
"But, if I do, that will be the end of the evening. Remember, you
promised 'whatever I want.' What I want right now is for you to wear
these handcuffs."

Linda looked at me defiantly but said nothing, thinking.

"Look," I said, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to control
you. If you don't like it, you can say stop. That was our
agreement, and I'll keep it. The question is, will you keep yours?"

She still didn't speak, but she sat there.

"You don't have to say yes. Just nod."

Slowly, her eyes on mine, uncertainly, she nodded slightly.

"Good. Then sit up."

Linda raised her back from the sofa. I helped by pulling on the cuff
chain.

"Now, turn that way," I said, pointing to the side. She shifted on
the sofa. I reached under the pillow in the other corner of the sofa
and pulled out a blindfold. "Hold still," I said, letting go of the
cuffs. I waited to make sure she would sit quietly, then placed the
blindfold over her eyes and adjusted the elastic around the back of
her head.

"Why are you doing that?"

"I want to focus you on sensation," I said. "No distractions. When
I kiss you, I want you to feel my lips. When I touch you, I want you
to feel my fingers. And when you touch me, I want you to feel your
fingers touching me. Understand?"

Linda nodded.

"Besides," I said, "it's easier to control you if you can't see."

Her face turned toward me. I'm sure she was wondering which of my
reasons was the more important one. In truth, I'm not sure I could
say. I wanted her in a state of responsiveness. Controlling her and
focussing her on sensation were both part of that.

"Face toward the front," I told her, standing up. When she had done
so, I moved forward, pushing her knees apart with my legs. "Open my
pants."

I thought I saw a small grin twitch across her lips, but it was
quickly erased. Linda reached forward blindly to find my body and
fumbled upward with her joined hands until she found my belt. Unable
to see, she struggled with it briefly but managed to get it undone.
She unfastened the hook at the top and then slid the zipper down.
She reached for the waistband of my underwear, but I pushed her hands
away.

"I said open my pants, that's all," I growled. "If I want more, I'll
tell you."

She raised her head toward me, staring with covered eyes, then
dropped her hands back to her lap.

"Good," I said. "Now you can take it out."

Linda raised her hands to my waist again and worked my underpants
over my erection, pulling them out and over it carefully. She moved
her hands to the side of my hips and hesitated, waiting for a
reprimand. When it didn't come, she slid my underwear over my butt
and pulled both pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. Then she
lowered her hands to her lap again.

"Very good," I said. "Now, open your mouth."

She hesitated a moment, then slowly tilted her head back a little and
let her lower jaw open. I moved closer and placed the head of my
penis between her lips. Linda let it lay there, not moving. I slid
back and forth across her tongue a few times.

"Suck on it," I told. "Use your tongue and your lips. I know you
know how."

She did. She closed her lips around my hardness and rubbed her
tongue back and forth underneath it. She pushed forward slowly,
taking me deeper into her mouth, then pulled back while sucking hard.
She did that several times, taking me deeper each time.

"You can use your hands," I said. They came up quickly, eagerly, and
Linda wrapped them together around me, with the handcuff chain
hanging underneath. It was easier for her with something to hang
onto. She sucked me vigorously, aggressively. I pumped my hips back
and forth, bumping my pelvis against her hands, which kept me from
pushing too far into her mouth. I put my hands behind Linda's head,
twining my fingers in her hair and guided her back and forth.

I knew I wouldn't last long. Not just today, but the whole week
leading up to tonight had been a gradual crescendo. The feel of
Linda's expert sucking was pushing me toward the edge, and the view I
had only added to my rising pleasure. At my waist, my rampant hard-
on was plunging in and out of her mouth through her tightly grasping
fingers, set off by the fur-lined handcuffs that surrounded her
wrists. The blindfold took away her personality, making her a
sucking machine, an impersonal device for my pleasure. Below that,
her young, naked body was open to my gaze, without her knowledge.
Her firm breasts bobbed as she thrust forward and backed away.
Further below, her naked thighs and the dark nest of her sex showed
between her spread legs.

I fucked her blindfolded face. I hammered against her hands and,
sensing I was getting close, Linda pumped faster, sucked harder,
moaned more loudly, urged me to come in her greedy, demanding mouth.
I felt my nuts tighten, felt an electric tremor shoot up and down my
spine, felt the cum boil up, felt my penis jerk and shake and spew
bolts of hot cum through the narrow channel to jet out of the tip
into Linda's warm, sucking, welcoming cavern of a mouth. She whined
when she felt the first spurt, pumped faster, sucked harder,
swallowed convulsively, taking it all, pulling it out of me, begging
for more.

I let Linda nurse on me for a while, then slid myself out of her
mouth and wiped my wet and deflating rod on her cheeks. Kicking off
my pants and underwear, which had fallen around my ankles, I stumbled
over to the bar on trembling legs and poured us each a fresh glass of
champagne. When I pressed it into her hands, Linda gulped down half
of it thirstily and then sank back against the couch. I sat in a
chair and watched her. With my own champagne, I washed down a 100-mg
tablet of Viagra which I had retrieved from my pants pocket. She
didn't need to know about that.

Neither of us spoke for some time. Linda finished her glass of
champagne and silently held it out for more. I forced myself to get
up, fetched the bottle, and poured her half a glass.

"Drink up," I said. "It's time for round three."

Linda cocked her head, as if to say "Oh, yeah?" But she raised the
glass and drained it. I went back over to her and, taking her upper
arms, urged her to her feet. I took the empty glass from her hand
and guided her out of the sitting room to the bathroom.

"Wait here," I said. I went into the bedroom and got the bag I had
prepared and left there that afternoon. I took several items from
the bag and left them on the nightstand, along with Linda's glass.

When I returned to the bathroom carrying the bag, Linda was still
standing where I had left her, her arms hanging in front of her. I
spread the bath mat on the floor and padded it further with two
towels. Moving in front of her and guiding her into place, I told
her to kneel down.

"What's going on?" Linda asked, as she sank down onto her knees with
my help. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to help you get ready for the next part," I said.

"What do you mean by that?" A trace of nervousness had crept into
her tone.

"You'll see," I said. "Now, I want you to lean forward and put your
head on your hands."

After a brief hesitation, Linda slowly complied. I stepped behind
her and sat on the toilet seat. She had slumped down into a crouch,
too low for my purpose.

"Raise your butt up," I said, opening the bag.

"What are you going to do?" Linda asked again, even more nervous.
"You're not going to spank me, are you? I don't like that sort of
thing..."

"I'd never hit you, even if you wanted me to," I said calmly. "Now,
be quiet and hold still." I opened a tube of KY Jelly and squeezed
some onto my fingers. Then, spreading the cheeks of her ass with the
other hand, I rubbed the jelly onto her anus. Using my middle
finger, I worked most of it up inside her.

"Oh, you dirty old man!" Linda chuckled. "And so soon, too."

Without answering, I pulled a Fleet enema out of the bag, opened the
box, removed the cap, and slid the nozzle into her butt.

"What's that?" Linda asked, alarmed. "What are you doing?"

Squeezing slowing, I began pumping the liquid into her.

"I told you. I'm getting you ready." Linda squirmed as she felt the
liquid go into her but didn't try to move away. I pulled the nozzle
out and dropped the empty container back into the bag. "You can
relax for a while," I said. "This will take a few minutes."

"My god!" Linda said, suddenly realizing what had happened. "Did
you just... Did you give me...?"

"An enema? Yes, I did. It will help clean you out."

"Goddammit! I never... I mean..."

"It was on the list," I said, "and you didn't delete it."

"Yes, but..."

"Be quiet," I said. "It's too late now anyway." I stroked her back
calmly. "We want to make sure everything is nice and clean inside
you, now don't we?"

"Oh, god," Linda moaned. "I can feel it already."

"Yes," I said. "It works pretty fast."

"You... you've got to leave. I'm going to have to go."

"Oh, not yet," I said, continuing to stroke her back. "You need to
hold it as long as possible."

We stayed like that for another minute or two, me stroking her back
and Linda groaning occasionally. I slipped my hand under her belly
and massaged it gently.

"Oh, god, don't do that. It makes it worse."

"No, dear. It makes it better. Just hold on a little while longer.
I know you can do it."

Linda was clenching her butt cheeks tightly now. I continued to
massage her stomach for another minute. Her insides were starting to
grumble and gurgle. Linda moaned each time that I pressed my hand
against her belly. She was trembling now.

"Please," she said, desperately.

"Just a little more." I continued to rub her stomach, but very
gently. I didn't want to cause an accident.

"Oh, please!" Linda begged. "I don't think I can hold it any longer.
Please!"

"Okay," I said. "Go ahead."

She started to get up. "Aren't you going to leave?"

"Why?"

"Oh, Jesus. Don't make me do this. Please leave!"

"Are you sure you want me to?"

"YES! PLEASE!" Her voice was wild with desperation.

"Well, all right." I got slowly to my feet, walked to the door and
started out, then turned back. "I'll just step outside then. Stay
there until I close the door. Open it when you're done."

I stepped outside, flicking on the exhaust fan as I went, and pulled
the door closed behind me. I heard Linda scrambling to her feet as I
walked away. Even across the room, I could hear her bowels burst,
expelling a stream into the toilet bowl. I smiled to myself.

While Linda was busy in the bathroom, I spent a few minutes arranging
things in the bedroom. On the nightstand, I had placed two vibrators
in different sizes and an anal plug, a bottle of massage oil, a
squeeze bottle of honey, a jar of pre-mixed peanut butter and jelly,
and a large electric massage wand, almost as big as my forearm, which
I plugged into the wall. Then I pulled down the cover and the top
sheet of the bed, spread a plastic drop cloth and covered it with an
old sheet, then tucked them both in. Finally, I checked the rope I
had tied to the headboard earlier that afternoon and brought the
icebucket from the sitting room, along with the remaining champagne
and my glass.

I had been tracking sounds from the bathroom as I worked. The toilet
had been flushed and then, after a while, flushed again. Just as I
was finished up, I heard water running in the sink, so I went over to
the door and waited.

"Are you finished?" I asked, when nothing happened for several
moments.

"...Yes," Linda said faintly.

"Then open the door."

There was a brief pause, and then the handle turned and the door
swung open a few inches. I pushed it in. Linda was leaning weakly
against the sink. The blindfold was perched on top of her head.

"Did I tell you to take that off?" I demanded.

"I had to see," she said apologetically. "So I could...find things."

"Put it back on."

She looked at me a moment as if considering whether to defy me, but
then she slowly brought her cuffed hands up and pulled the blindfold
down. I stepped over to her and adjusted the elastic so that it fit
properly.

"That's better," I said. "Now, I think maybe a shower is in order."

Stepping past her, I turned on the faucet and let the water run into
the tub. While it was warming up, I unwrapped a bar of hotel soap
and put it in the shower tray. I adjusted the water to a comfortable
temperature but didn't switch to the shower yet. Instead, I stepped
into the tub.

"Okay," I said, "come on in." Guiding and steadying her, I helped
Linda get into the tub, then slid the shower door closed.
Positioning myself between her and the showerhead, I turned it on,
letting it beat against my back.

"Raise your hands up," I told her. "We wouldn't want to get those
fur cuffs wet."

Linda put her hands on top of her head. I moved to the side and
guided her forward into the spray, turning her back and forth so that
the water flowed over her body. When she was thoroughly wet, I
stepped between her and the cascading water again and pulled her back
up against my chest.

Picking up the bar of soap, I began to wash her, starting at her neck
and working over her upper chest and under her arms, moving on to her
breasts, which I washed gently but thoroughly, massaging them with my
hands, lifting each to wash the undersides and the crease underneath,
noting that her nipples were responding, poking out in reaction to my
slick, sliding palms.

Pressing Linda back against my chest, I worked the soap lower across
her stomach and upper thighs, then centered my hands to soap her bush
and slide my fingers into her crotch, trailing them through the outer
lips. Linda leaned her head back and rested it against my shoulder.

When I had washed as far down as I could conveniently reach, I turned
her to face me and pressed her soft and soapy breasts to my chest.
Starting at her shoulders, I massaged as much as washed them, feeling
her relax as my slick fingers worked the muscles near her neck and
then probed downward onto her back. Linda draped her cuffed hands
around my neck and hung from me, groaning in sensuous pleasure,
rocking slightly from side to side and rubbing her breasts against
me. My prick reacted to the massage she was giving me, rising
between her thighs. Linda clasped it between them, rolling it in the
soapy crevice. She kissed my neck and nipped it with her teeth.

I washed down her lower back, pausing to work the muscles there,
pulling her tight against me. Then I moved downward to the soft
cheeks of Linda's fanny -- lifting, squeezing, pulling her against me
and making my prick slide back and forth between her legs. Pausing
then to work up more lather on my hands, I slipped between the cheeks
and washed her thoroughly, intimately, running my fingers through the
crease down to the perineum, then returning to circle her anus and
probe it gently.

Gathering more soap, I returned and slowly worked a finger into her,
rolling it against the clenching muscles of her sphincters, until I
was buried all the way in her bottom. Linda hung from my neck, her
head lolling back. Her breath had quickened, and her hips moved
languorously, stroking my prick between her thighs and helping my
finger slide in and out of her backside.

Reluctantly, I drew my finger out of Linda's bottom and lifted her
arms from around my neck. Helping her to hold them up, I turned her
back to the shower spray and knelt in front of her. Taking the soap
again, I washed her legs, starting at the top of each thigh and
working slowly downward -- front, back and inside. Again, my probing
fingers massaged as much as washed her. I lifted each foot onto my
thigh and soaped it carefully, running my hands over the top and
under the arch and behind the heel and between the toes. Linda
steadied herself with her hands on my head.

Finally, I stood and turned her under the spray to rinse off, then
quickly washed and rinsed myself. I shut off the water, stepped out
and helped Linda do the same. Then I swaddled her in a bath towel
and dried her as thoroughly as I had washed her. During all this
time, I had scarcely spoken except to say "Turn around" or "Move over
here," and Linda had said nothing at all except murmurs and moans of
pleasure.

"There," I said finally, when we both were dry. "That's much
better." Linda, still blindfolded, stood there quietly with her
hands cuffed in front of her. She seemed content, almost dreamy. I
opened the bathroom door and led her carefully to the bed. Turning
her back to it, I told her to sit down and, when she had done so, to
lie back. I lifted her legs onto the bed and helped her scoot to the
center.

"Now," I said, "time for more fun." Linda smiled uncertainly. I
raised her arms above her head and quickly tied the rope I had
attached to the headboard earlier to the handcuffs. Linda said
nothing and did not resist, only pulling on the rope a little when I
was done to test it. Otherwise, she lay there passively.

"Let me see," I said, sitting on the bed beside her and picking up
the squeeze bottle of honey, "I think I'll start here." I squeezed a
little onto my fingertip and dabbed it in the center of her lower
lip. "Try that," I said.

The tip of Linda's tongue came out cautiously and touched the bead of
honey on her lip. She pulled it back, caught the taste, and
immediately licked her lip again.

"Mmmm," she said, "honey."

"Yes." I squeezed another dab directly onto her cheekbone, just
beneath her eye, leaned forward, and licked it off her face. "Your
turn," I said, putting honey on my finger and smearing it on my
cheek. I bent down again and offered my cheek to her lips. Linda
licked it off me hungrily.

I squeezed a little puddle into the hollow of her throat and then
cleaned it off with my lips and tongue. When I was done, I put more
honey on her lips, and we kissed it off together. Then I put a dab
on one of my nipples and lowered my chest to Linda's mouth, where she
sucked it off me. In turn, I squeezed honey onto both of her nipples
and then worked at them alternately until they were both erect and
straining.

Moving lower, I filled Linda's belly button and licked it clean.
Then I slipped the nozzle between the lips of her sex and squeezed a
generous amount into her. Pulling the nozzle out, I dribbled more
honey onto her clit until it ran down over the cleft. Setting the
bottle aside, I moved down between Linda's legs and attacked her
pussy, licking between the lips and up across her clit, probing deep
within her with my tongue, scraping the inside of her channel in
search of sweetness.

Linda's knees spread wide to open herself to me. At times, squealing
when the feeling became too much, she clasped my head between her
thighs, her arms straining against the rope that held her hands above
her head. Linda was writhing beneath my mouth when I finally
stopped.

I sat up and picked up the jar of peanut butter and jelly. Scooping
some out with my finger, I pressed it against her lips. When she
opened them, I slid my finger into her mouth, where she nursed on it
voraciously.

"Ummm, peanut butter and jelly, my favorite!" Linda said, grinning
and licking her lips when I pulled my cleaned finger from her mouth.
Changing position, I swung my leg over her torso and straddled her
chest just beneath her breasts.

"Good," I said. 'I've got more for you." I worked a second pillow
under her head, propping her up. "Got an idea what's coming?" I got
more of the mixture and smeared it on the head of my erection.

"Give it to me! I'm hungry!" Linda opened her mouth wide, waiting.
I leaned forward and placed the head on her tongue. She clamped down
on it with her lips, sucking vigorously and swirling her tongue
around it. Taking more of the mixture from the jar, I spread it
around the shaft and onto her lips. Then, resting my hands on the
headboard, I moved over her and pressed deeper into her mouth. She
licked and sucked at me as I slid in and out.

Reluctantly pulling away from her for a moment, I reapplied another
measure of peanut butter and jelly and then returned to her eager
lips, wiping the head of my dick across them as her tongue darted out
to lick at me. Then I pressed forward again, going as deep into her
mouth as I dared. Linda nursed at me until I was clean again, except
for a faint ring that circled the shaft just beyond her reach.
Finally, I pulled out of her mouth and climbed off her chest.

"And I thought I was supposed to be the crazy one," Linda said,
leering and panting.

"You are," I said, "but I'm pretty crazy, too."

I looked at the items on the nightstand, debating what to do next.
Deciding, I picked up the KY Jelly and the butt plug.

"Now what?" asked Linda, sensing a change in program. "You know, you
haven't fucked me yet. You know, plain ordinary fucking?"

"All in good time, my dear."

Setting the items on the bed beside her, I took both her ankles in my
hands and pushed upward. Linda bent her knees without protest, and I
pressed her feet back until they almost touched her fanny. Then I
picked up the tube of jelly, squeezed some onto my fingers, and
slipped them into the crack of her ass.

"Oooh," she sighed. "You know I like that, don't you?"

I pressed a finger into her butt slowly, working it around and
gradually pushing it deeper. Linda rolled her hips as I did, helping
me stretch her back passage. I pulled my finger out, added more
jelly, and pushed it back in again, making sure she was well
lubricated. Then I applied more KY to the butt plug and pressed the
tip against her anus.

"What's that?"

"Um, call it a placeholder," I said. "Relax, now. I'm going to push
it in."

She held still while I slowly pressed the plug into her ass, rotating
it from side to side in the tight passage, pulling back a little, and
then pushing it deeper. Linda moaned with pleasure and arched to
meet the invading plug until the widest part slid past the opening
and the flared bottom was tight against her ass.

"God," she said, "that feels so wicked."

Cleaning my fingers on the sheet, I picked up the smaller of the two
vibrators, squeezed KY jelly onto the top and spread it around with
my other hand, being careful about transferring germs from back to
front. Then I slipped the tip between the lips of her pussy, found
the opening, and pressed inward.

"Oooh, yes!" Linda said. "Come on in! Momma's hungry!"

I worked the vibe into her a couple of inches and turned it on low,
which brought a moan of pleasure from Linda. Then, pulling out
slightly and pressing deeper each time, I gradually pushed the
humming plastic tube into her depths until only the last quarter of
its length remained outside. After twisting the cap to increase the
speed, I stretched out beside Linda, my hand on the vibrator.

I kissed her deeply, and she twisted her body to press against me.
Sliding an arm under her shoulders to hold her breasts to mine, I
used my other hand to fuck her with the vibrator. Linda whined
through her nose while I was kissing her, and, by the time I broke
the kiss, she was panting and thrusting her hips up eagerly. She was
actually doing most of the work, pushing up and sliding back on the
plastic column.

"Mmmm," Linda moaned. "That's really got me going, baby. I'm so
fucking horny!"

I cranked the vibrator on full and, while continuing to help Linda
hump herself on it, I roamed over her face and neck and upper body
with my lips and tongue. I kissed and nibbled and sucked at every
sensitive place I could reach. I kissed her ear and her throat, her
shoulders and breasts, and the exposed and exquisitely tender skin
under her arms. Linda moaned and gasped with each attack. She was
trembling, and every few moments a shudder would wrack her whole
body.

I knew she was getting close, but I didn't want her to come yet. It
was still too soon. I pulled the vibrator out of her slowly,
switched it off, and put it on the nightstand.

"Aww," Linda complained. "I was so close."

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you," I said, picking up a condom
and tearing open the package.

"Oh, Jesus, yes!" Linda cried. "Hurry!"

I rolled the rubber onto my raging hard-on and squeezed a dollop of
KY on the top -- not that it was necessary, as Linda's pussy was
swollen, open, fiery red and slick with juice. I climbed between her
legs, pushing her knees roughly apart, and lowered myself onto her
body. She squealed with pleasure and pushed herself up at me.
Guiding my cock to her channel, I nudged forward and felt it slip
into the opening. Linda raised her feet off the bed and locked her
ankles behind my back, urging me into her with her heels. I slid all
the way into her in one slick move, despite the tight grasp of her
pussy, and shoved my pelvis against her mound.

"Oh, god, yes!" Linda hissed. "Do it!"

I began to fuck her then, slowly at first and then with increasing
force. Linda rolled and twisted beneath me, pulling her hips off the
bed with her legs, cramming me into her as deeply as possible,
collapsing back, and then jerking upward against me again. I jammed
my prick into her as hard as possible, slapping our bellies together
as I drove into her.

"Ahhh!" Linda cried, and I knew she was coming. Her body shook and
shuddered beneath me, convulsing in a powerful orgasm that tore
savage groans from her throat, again and again. Her head jerked up,
and she bit my shoulder, crying through her teeth, while her belly
ground against me. Finally, she collapsed limply back onto the bed.

I lay on top of her, my cock still embedded in her body, while she
tapered off. I had not come myself, fortunately, but it had been a
near thing. Both of us were content to lie there without moving for
a while, not counting the occasional shudder. I slid to the side a
little to let Linda breathe more easily.

"Jeez," she panted. "That was so good. I haven't come like that in
a long time. "

I grinned down at her, although she couldn't see it. I wasn't done
with her yet.

"Did you come?" Linda asked.

"No," I said. "I guess we'll just have to keep going."

"Oh, god," she gasped. Her pussy squeezed me inside her. "I don't
know if I can."

"I wasn't asking," I said.

"You bastard," Linda said, but she was smiling. "So, what's next?"

"You'll see," I said. Slowly, reluctantly, I pulled out of her.
Linda groaned with disappointment.

"I thought we were going to keep going." She rolled her hips
salaciously.

"We are," I said. "Be patient."

I stripped the condom off and got a fresh one. Linda cocked her head
at the sound, listening, as I rolled it on. When I was ready, I put
a hand under her shoulder and lifted.

"Turn over," I said.

I helped her roll onto her stomach, then I pulled the pillow out from
under her head and worked it down under her body until it was beneath
her hips. The flared end of the butt plug was still nestled between
her buttocks.

"Oh, jeez," Linda said. "Are you gonna...?"

"I thought you wanted me to," I said. "Isn't that what you asked at
the movie?"

"That was hours ago," she protested.

"Well, the answer is yes," I said, "and the time is now." I grasped
the end of the plug and tugged. It slid out slowly, resisting at
first but then easily as the muscle expelled it.

I squeezed more KY onto my cock and spread it around. Then I pushed
Linda's legs apart and climbed between them.

"Go slow, baby," Linda begged. "I've only done this a couple of
times."

I didn't say anything, just moved closer. I put my hands under her
hips and lifted, urging her up onto her knees. I spread Linda's
cheeks with one hand and guided my hard-on between them until the
head touched the tight pucker of her anus.

"You're going to fuck yourself in the ass," I said. "Push back. You
control it. Go as fast or as slow as you want."

Linda put her head down on her hands and began to press backwards
cautiously. When I was sure the head of my cock was centered on her
asshole, I held it in place with one hand but removed the other from
her fanny so that I was only touching her in that one, ultrasensitive
place. I was hard as a rock, a thick spike of flesh poised to drive
into her fundament.

"Ohhh," Linda moaned as she pressed back against the blunt head and
tried to take it inside her. She eased off and tried again, pushing
harder and getting a few millimeters inside before giving up again.
"It's too big," she complained. "I can't do it."

"Yes you can," I told her. "If you don't do it, I will. Your
choice."

"Oh, you prick!" she muttered.

"That's right," I said. "I'm a big, stiff prick, and I'm going to
fuck your ass, one way or another."

Gathering her resolve, Linda pushed backward again and got the head
about halfway in. Instead of backing off this time, she froze there,
groaning and panting but not giving up. I could feel the head of my
cock centered in the tight muscles of her sphincters.

"Come on, baby, you can do it," I urged. "This is the hardest part.
You've almost got it."

Linda pushed backward again, letting out a long, painful cry as she
drove the fat head past the tight ring and into her bottom. She
froze again, gasping with exertion.

"That's it," I encouraged her. "Take it easy now. The rest will be
easier."

"Oh, god, it feels so big," Linda complained. "Did you grow?"

I laughed. Without pressing inward, I used my hand to roll my prick
within her. Linda moaned, but her breathing had eased.

"Come on," I urged, sensing she had adjusted. "Keep going. I want
to be inside you."

Rocking slowly on her knees, Linda began to wedge her way backward
onto my cock, taking a little more, backing off, pressing farther.
Little by little, I saw my prick disappear between the cheeks and
felt it ooze into her tight tunnel.

Linda grunted faintly with each backward push, pausing occasionally
to catch her breath and let her straining asshole relax. I felt an
almost overpowering urge to jam myself into her, but I held myself
rigidly still and let her do the work. Despite my intent, my prick
would twitch and strain involuntarily from time to time, swelling
within her tight grasp and provoking a groan, part pain and part
pleasure.

"Oh, baby, that feels good," I told her. "Keep coming. Get it in."

I was more than halfway up her ass now, and it was getting easier.
Linda was making longer strokes with her hips, pulling forward until
just the head was still inside her, then pressing back and sliding me
deeper inside than the last time. She was still panting, but now it
seemed to come from arousal instead of effort. Linda wanted it as
much as I did, now. She took me deeper and deeper into her back
passage, impaling herself on my cock until at last my pubic hair
brushed against the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner cheeks.

"Ohhh," Linda sighed. "So good." She rested there a moment, then
began to slide back and forth on me, taking slow, full strokes now.
"Oh, hon," she panted. "Oh, god, I like that."

I decided it was time to take over. Putting my hands on Linda's
hips, I pressed down, urging her to stretch out on the bed. The
pillow under her hips raised her middle slightly. I sank down onto
her back, letting my weight settle slowly and push my prick farther
into her, all the way, as far as it could go. Linda groaned with
pleasure as I held it there in her depths.

Now I began to fuck her, short strokes that returned again and again
to bury my cock deep in her ass. Linda rolled her hips under me and
pressed upward to get it all in. At times, I would stop deep inside
her and rock from side to side, making my prick stir around deep
within her.

Linda was moaning with each outbreath now, straining with her arms
against the rope above her head. Her ass clenched at my prick each
time I pulled back. When I shoved back into her, she jammed her hips
back against me, driving my cock deep inside her. My strokes had
lengthened, now sliding my whole length in and out.

I wanted to keep hammering into her over and over until I came, and
it took an act of will to draw back all the way and pull out of her
butt. Linda moaned in protest now. I rolled off to the side and
reached up to untie the rope that held her hands above her head.

"Sit up," I told her, panting. She rolled to her side and pushed
upward. I took all three bed pillows and arranged them against the
headboard, then turned around and scooted back to lean against them.
I pushed at Linda to get her to turn her back to me and then urged
her backward. "I want you to sit on it," I said.

"Jeez," Linda said. "I've never done that."

"Well, actually, I haven't either," I admitted, "but I figured we'd
work it out."

It wasn't that easy, as it turned out, especially with one of us
handcuffed and blindfolded. Linda tried scooting back between my
legs, but the target was too low. I tried to lift her up, but then I
couldn't guide my prick into her. She tried to reach back under
herself but couldn't get her hands back far enough, and the handcuffs
prevented her from reaching around the side. We were both laughing,
not to mention frustrated, by this time.

Finally, Linda squatted on her feet over me, balancing with her
hands, and I put one hand on her back and used the other to hold my
prick steady, and we finally managed to get things aligned. I had
just wedged the tip back inside her when Linda lost her balance and
fell back onto me, driving my cock all the way up her ass. Suddenly,
it wasn't funny any more. We both groaned with pleasure. Linda
shifted her feet outside my legs and began to roll around on me,
rotating me deep inside her.

With Linda in my lap and leaning back against my chest, I fondled her
breasts for a while, then dropped a hand to her slot and found her
clit. It was stiff and poking out between the lips. I transferred
juices from her pussy and stroked around and over it.

"Oh, god, baby, you're going to make me come"

"Not yet," I said, taking my hand away. Linda collapsed back onto me
with a hiss of frustration, panting hard. I reached over to the
nightstand, grabbed the larger vibrator and handed it to her. It was
slightly oversized and covered with a realistically formed rubber
material. Linda didn't have to ask; she knew what it was. "Hold
that for me," I said. I got the tube of KY jelly and squeezed a
generous amount onto the end, then spread it around.

"Okay," I said. "Put it in."

"Oh, god," Linda said. "Yes."

But she didn't put it in at first. Instead, she twisted the switch
at the base to turn it on and moved it around and over her clit. It
was a little disobedient, but I didn't really mind. In fact, I quite
enjoyed it, since it made her roll and twist her hips, and that made
my cock churn around inside her butt. After a minute or so, though,
Linda pointed the head at her pussy and began to push and wriggle it
into her.
 
"I don't know," she said cautiously. "It's pretty big. I don't know
if I can..."

"You can do it," I urged. "Go ahead. It'll fit."

Linda got the head inside finally. I could feel it wedging up inside
her through the thin wall of flesh between her pussy and ass.
Pushing with both hands, wriggling and rolling her hips, Linda
gradually shoved it deeper and deeper inside. She was whining,
almost crying, but she had no intention of quitting. I felt the
length sliding home, parallel to my own column of stiff flesh in her
bottom.

"Can you feel it?" I whispered in her ear. "Have you got enough cock
in you for once?" I jutted my hips forward, driving my prick up into
her butt for emphasis. Linda was shuddering constantly, slumped back
against me, her cuffed hands at her middle. "Turn it up higher," I
ordered.

She sighed, but she hunched forward a little so that she could reach
the end of the vibrator, fumbled until her fingers found the switch,
and twisted it. Pulses shot through her middle, transferred to me
all along the length of my phallus, sending an electric jolt to my
balls and chills down my spine. Linda seemed content just to hold
the vibrator inside her. I rocked in and out of her ass, unable to
move much, but sliding back and forth an inch or two along the
tingling column inside her.

I was half out of my mind, dazed with sensation, existing in a
sensuous fog in which everything was centered at the middle of my
body where my prick was jammed into Linda's tightly clinging asshole.
Dimly, I remembered the electric vibrator. I reached over blindly and
waved my hand around until my fingers brushed it. I dragged it up on
the bed by the cord, found the switch, and clicked it on.

"What's that?" Linda asked, alarmed.

I heard her only dimly and didn't bother to answer. Wrapping my
fingers around it, I brought the vibrator around in front and pressed
the humming pad against Linda's mound just above her clit.

The pulses were incredibly strong -- an order of magnitude stronger
than the puny battery-operated vibes -- and thundered through her
body into mine. Linda shrieked, threw her hands out to the side, and
arched her pelvis against this new source of overwhelming sensation.

She came, jerking and twitching and spasming on top of me, crying
hoarsely. I felt my own come rising. Linda came again, even harder,
her heels drumming on the bed. The come boiled out of my balls and
shot through the constricted tube of my erection to jet into her
wriggling, convulsing ass. She came a third time, violently,
bouncing on me painfully, driving my spurting cock into her bottom.
My prick felt like it was on fire, inside and out. Another spasm
shot through me, expelling the last of my come.

In desperation, Linda grabbed the big vibrator and tore it from my
hand, throwing it off the bed where it chittered on the floor. In
the sudden lull, the humming of the smaller vibrator in her pussy
seemed negligible, but it was still too much for her hypersensitive
condition. She reached between her legs and turned it off, then
collapsed back on my chest.

We were both exhausted, but the position was quickly becoming
uncomfortable now that we had rejoined reality. Linda rocked her
body to one side, and I turned with her, rolling us both onto our
sides, still joined. We lay there long minutes in a stupor. I
wrapped an arm around her and cradled a breast in my hand. Every few
moments, a shudder passed through her. Gradually, she quieted.

"Son of a bitch," she whispered after a long time.

"Amen," I said.

Still later, I slowly pulled my nearly deflated cock out of her
behind. Linda groaned as I slid out but didn't move. I rolled onto
my back and heaved myself into a sitting position, feet on the floor.

"In case you're wondering," I said, "that was the most incredible,
unbelievable fuck I've ever had. Will have. Ever."

I shoved to my feet, switched off the big vibrator, and staggered out
to the sitting room where I retrieved the key to the handcuffs from
my pants pocket. I stumbled back and unlocked the cuffs. Linda, who
had pulled the vibrator out of her while I was gone, lay there
rubbing her wrists for a while, then raised her hands and pulled off
the blindfold. She blinked in the light, and her eyes wandered
around the room for several moments before finally focussing on me.

Linda started to say something a couple of times but couldn't get it
out. Tears welled in her eyes.

"What is it?" I asked. She shook her head and lay back on the bed.
Tears rolled down her temples. She laid her forearm over her eyes.

"The thing is," she was finally able to say, "it's all right for you.
You're an old guy. It's okay if this was the best for you." She
choked a little and paused. "But what am I going to do?"

I lay down beside Linda and took her in my arms. She cried against
my shoulder for a while, clutching at me. After a while, she quieted
down. She snuggled against me, sniffling occasionally.

I couldn't answer her question then and still can't. It was not a
question that had ever occurred to me. My only purpose had been to
seize the opportunity, to use the chemistry, to do something special
with her and for her. I hadn't expected a moral dilemma. In any
case, there was no way to undo it.

And I didn't really want to. What had happened was what had
happened. I had done my best for Linda, and if that was somehow too
much, what should I have done -- less than my best? I had done what
I could do. I had to be and was content with that.

I won't spend much time wrapping this up; we didn't either. We were
both drained to the point of exhaustion. We got dressed, mostly in
silence. I took Linda back to her car, and we said goodnight. She
was still pensive and upset, but her goodbye kiss was sweet and
unreserved. I watched her drive away, then climbed into my car,
drove back to the hotel and collapsed into bed. The next morning, I
cleaned up and went home.

It was part of our agreement that I wouldn't know her real name and
she wouldn't know mine. I haven't responded to her e-mails. I still
don't know what to say to her.

Author's Note:

This story isn't all true. Most of the good parts were made up.

Thanks to 'Linda,' without whom this story never would have
been written.

I was honored to be one of the writers asked to contribute to
the special day kicking off the resurrection of ASSM. I don't
think the invitation was based on the high quality of my writing.
More likely, it was some kind of payback for other activities in
support of ASSTR. Sort of the writer's equivalent of a mercy fuck.
But I'm fairly well pleased with the story, which is what counts.

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