The Satyr

  by RLM


Early Years: The Making of a Satyr:

  At age 12 in the sixth grade, Clint Hunter was a weak, small
boy.  At 5' 2" and 98 lbs, almost every girl in his class was
taller than he was and more than half outweighed him.  Among the
boys, he was easily the smallest boy in his class.  As such, he
was the common target for every bully in the class and also every
boy who needed to beat up on some other boy to elevate his ego. 
Even his teachers used his size against him.   On one occasion
when he had talked too much during class, his teacher had
suggested to the other boys in the class that they should teach
him a lesson during recess.  That afternoon, he was forced to
fight a dozen other boys, one at a time.  From Clint's point of
view, it would have been more merciful if they had all beaten him
up at the same time.  Having to fight them one at a time simply
meant that he was beaten up a dozen times instead of just once.

  The girls were even worse.  They didn't beat him up physically
as the boys did.  Instead, they beat him up mentally by
continuously making fun of his small size.  Some called him names
like "sissy boy".  Others were even more harsh in their
treatment.  One girl in front of over a dozen of his classmates
had suggested that he get a sex change operation and become a
girl.  While everyone of the other kids laughed at her comment,
she had poured salt onto his wounds by adding, "If you were a
girl, the guys wouldn't beat you up constantly, but then you'd be
the ugliest girl in the school".

  The teasing and taunting by the girls often went to ugly
extremes.  After a high school basketball game one evening,
Gloria and Virginia, two of the girls in his class, were taunting
him about needing a step ladder to have enough strength to get
the ball to the basket.  Unable to stand the humiliation, Clint
had run away across a field, but the two girls, aided by a third,
cornered him and wrestled him to the ground.  One of them alone
had a chance to do it... all three of them had had no problem
doing so.  Once on the ground, they had pulled off his pants and
ran off with them.  Clint was the laughing stock of the school
for the next month.

  By the time he was in the eighth grade, his height had
increased to 5' 8" but he still weighed only 110 lbs.  The boys
sneered at him and the girls called him "beanpole".  At one
birthday party for one of the girls in his class, they had all
played "spin the bottle".  One of the girls would spin the bottle
with the boys all sitting around in a circle.  When the bottle
stopped on a boy, he got to take the girl out to the garage and
kiss her.  Fearful of the teasing of the girls, Clint had tried
to opt out of playing, but all the other kids insisted.

  Finally, the worst happened.  Norma, one of the prettiest girls
in the class, spun the bottle and it pointed at Clint when its
rotation ceased.  Every girl was teasing Norma about having to
kiss the "beanpole" as they walked out to the garage
hand-in-hand, as was customary.  However, as soon as they were
alone in the garage, Norma had pulled her hand away and sneered,
"If you think I'm going to kiss you, you need a brain transplant,
Beanpole.  Everyone of those other guys would make two of you." 
Clint never got his kiss, and he never forgot those final
words... "Everyone of those guys would make two of you."  That
memory changed his entire life.

  Although Clint was easily the smartest kid in his class, it
provided no comfort.  In fact, his classmates used his
intellectual abilities against him by changing his nickname from
"beanpole" to "beanpole egghead".  Fearful of the incessant
teasing, Clint buried himself in his studies avoiding everyone as
much as possible.  After school, he retreated to his Dad's health
club where he spent every afternoon in the exercise room lifting
weights.

  After two months in the weight room two to three hours a day,
Clint's body began to change dramatically.  About this time,
Jacob Maxwell, a black athlete from the local college, noticed
the small boy working on the weights.

  "Hey, Man.  What's your name.  I see you here every day."

  "Clint... Clint Hunter."

  "Hi, Clint.  I'm Jacob Maxwell.  I play football with the
Panthers.  That's why I'm here, but you're here even more than
me.  How come?  What's with you anyway?"

  At first, Clint was reluctant to open up to the stranger for
fear of even more ridicule.  But Jacob was insistent, and finally
got the full story out of the young boy.  His response was very
different than any Clint had anticipated.

  "Shit, Man.  We can fix dat problem... no sweat.  You already
got a good start.  You still skinny but you sure ain't no
beanpole any longer.  You just need some help in knowing how to
train and workout.  You do what I tells you and six months from
now, your beanpole days will be gone forever."

  For the rest of the year, Clint followed the workout regimen
laid out by Jacob.  At one point he had told him, "Look, Clint. 
You don't wanna look like some muscle bound jock like me... you
ain't gonna play football.  You want to sculpt your body... make
your muscles sleek and full... powerful-like Man.  Once you look
like dat, ain't no chick gonna tease you... they're just gonna
cream their panties looking at you.  Now the way we do this is
reps... not more and more weight... but reps with the same or
just gradually increasing weight.  And we got to get you into
aerobics."

  "Are you just saying that?  Do you really think girls will get
excited looking at me?"

  "Shit yes, Man!  They're gonna go nuts.  Besides, I've seen you
in the shower.  You got a big dick, Man... a really big dick. 
Chicks go nuts over big dicks.  And when a big dick is attached
to a really muscled-up, virile looking stud, their legs just fall
open."

  By the time Clint entered his sophomore year, we was 5' 10" and
weighed 162 lbs.  All of that weight was muscle mass.  He could
now bench press 150 lbs and could do repeated reps with the 100
lbs bar.  His muscles rippled as he moved.  Jacob was pleased.

  "Any chicks still calling you "beanpole" now?"  he asked.

  "No.  Not for awhile now.  Of course, I avoid them as much as
possible."

  "Understand, but we ain't done yet.  I've asked my friend
Martin to come over twice a week to give you boxing lessons and
show you how to work on the bag to build up your speed and
reflexes and also on the heavy bag to build up your punching
power."

  "Who's Martin?"

  "Friend of mine.  He's the league champion welterweight.  He'll
teach you how to kick ass when and if you need to.  Just
remember... you kick ass for defense only... not to hurt people.
Understand?"

  Since there was no problem with his academic work, Clint was
free to work out every evening.  He worked a part-time job from 3
PM until 6 PM, had dinner with his parents, and then it was off
to the health club for three hours of workouts.  Halfway through
his sophomore year, his father had gotten him aside for a
heart-to-heart talk.

  "Look, Clint.  You've done miraculous things with your body.  I
can hardly believe it.  What are you now?  5' 11", 170 lbs?"

  "More like 175," Clint replied.  "And it's all muscle and
speed, Dad."

  "I know, but you know your future lies with your brain, not
with your body, Son.  As smart as you are, you can do just about
anything you wish.  What are your plans?"

  "I think I'm going into finance, Dad.  I really good at science
and mathematics, but I just have a feeling for what things will
make money and what things won't.  Besides, my science and math
skills will be very useful in that field."

  "That's great, Clint.  Just great!  Your mother and I are
delighted.  By the way, we've been saving up money for years for
your college education.  We can pay the entire bill.  Your only
job will be to study and excel."

  "Thanks, Dad.  One day, I'll repay you.  That's a promise."

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  On the day school began for Clint's junior year in high school,
a handsome, incredibly well built 6' , 180 lb young man walked
down the hallway to his first class.  His T-shirt stretched
tautly across his chest revealing the rippling muscles beneath. 
His powerful chest descended to a narrow waist and a pair of
hard, tight buttocks with two powerful thighs and muscled calves
below.  He smiled graciously at each of the girls who looked his
way, his deep blue eyes locking onto theirs.  They all felt like
those eyes were looking right through their clothes at their
naked body.  Wet pussies trailed behind Clint's wake.

  At the request of Coach Drysdale, Clint went out for the
varsity basketball team.  No one gave him much of a chance since
he had not played during his sophomore year.  What they did not
know was that Jacob had gotten another one of his friends who was
a starting guard on the college team to play one-on-one
basketball with Clint for six months during the previous year. 
At first, Marcus won easily, but gradually, under Marcus'
watchful eye and with his coaching, Clint began to score more
points against the college varsity guard.  Although he never
managed to win a single game against Marcus, by the end of the
year, Marcus told him he was a "damn good player".

  At the first scrimmage of the high school varsity, Coach
Drysdale put Clint on the second string team.  At the end of the
32 minute game, he had scored 31 points, easily the high point
man for both teams.  At 6' 0", he wasn’t' close to being the
tallest man on the team, but his powerful leg and thigh muscles
gave him a 28" vertical jump which allowed him to easily dunk the
ball and grab more rebounds than anyone else on the squad.  When
the season opened, Clint Hunter was the starting point guard. 
When the season ended, the team had won the conference
championship and had reached the state finals before losing. 
Clint Hunter made second team all-state his junior year.  In his
senior year, they won the state championship and Clint was
first-team all state.

  His "beanpole" days were long gone and forgotten.  Now, instead
of teasing him, the girls all flirted with him endlessly, each
trying to entice him into asking them out on a date.  Toward the
end of his junior year, he dated several of the girls, and every
one of them made their availability obvious to him, but not one
of them managed to seduce him.  What they failed to understand
was the deep-seated mistrust of women that had been burned into
Clint's brain by the years and years of teasing and taunting he
had suffered at their hands.  He never forgot Norma's words: ""If
you think I'm going to kiss you, you need a brain transplant,
Beanpole."

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First Woman:

  In the spring of each year, most high schools have
interscholastic contests in each subject.  In these contests,
each high school usually selects the three best students in each
subject to represent their school.  Most often, the selected
students from all the schools in the competing district meet at a
regional university where competitive tests are given in each
subject with medals, gold, silver, and bronze, being awarded to
the first, second, and third place students, respectively, in
each subject.  There is also a team competition with points being
awarded depending upon the performance of the team members.

  Like competitive sports, the academic contestants are selected
for their ability and as is the case for sports, these
contestants have practice sessions in their subjects prior to the
competition.  Clint had been selected to compete in both English
and analytic geometry, and, as a result, had been spending one
night a week in practice sessions with his English and
mathematics teachers.  His English teacher, Mrs. Sara Cordell,
was meeting with her three contestants every Friday night in her
classroom at the high school.  She had selected Friday evening,
because her husband, Lennard, always spent Friday nights at his
weekly poker game that generally continued until after midnight.

  Sara Cordell was a strikingly attractive 46-year old brunette
whose most prominent features were long lustrous hair and huge,
38D breasts which were still surprisingly firm considering her
age and their size.  Sara had been married for 22 years to a man
who was 12 years older than herself.  At 58 and 40 pounds
overweight, Lennard was not the man he used to be, particularly
in the bedroom.  As a result, sex was usually a once-a-month
thing for Sara and even on the nights Lennard felt up to sex, it
generally lasted no more than 10 minutes or so.

  Every Friday for several weeks, Clint had met with the other
two students, Jane and Linda, in Mrs. Cordell's classroom where
she drilled them for two hours or so on English literature,
analysis and criticism, sentence construction, and general
composition.  Clint was far ahead of both Jane and Linda.  In
fact, he was brilliant not only in English but all his subjects.
The only reason he was competing in just two subjects was that
was the limit set by the organizers of the academic competition.
Because he was so far ahead, he listened politely to what Mrs.
Cordell was saying, but his attention was really on her large
breasts and her legs, which she often flashed as she moved about
in her chair at her desk.

  When this week's practice session ended at 9:30 PM, Sara asked
Clint if he would stay for awhile.  With nothing else to do and
with Mrs. Cordell wearing a short skirt, he readily agreed.

  After the two girls had left, Sara smiled and said, "Clint, you
don't seem to be paying much attention to the things I'm trying
to teach you.  Why is that?"

  Always direct, Clint made no attempt to deny what Sara had
said.  Instead, he answered truthfully:  "There's two reasons,
Mrs. Cordell.  First, I really already know all this material. 
The review helps, but I know most of it.  You'll see that's true
when I win the contest."

  "I don't have to wait to see you win the competition, Clint.  I
already know it's true.  You're really a brilliant student.  But
you said there are two reasons.  What's the second one?"

  "I enjoy looking at you a lot more than I do listening to you
discuss literature and composition.  You're gorgeous and I think
very sexy, particularly when you're wearing a short skirt like
tonight."

  Sara's face flushed with a mixture of pleasure and
embarrassment.  "Clint!  I'm old enough to be your mother and I'm
your teacher.  You shouldn't say things like to me."

  "You asked me for the reasons.  Did you want me to lie?"

  "Well... no, but nevertheless, you don't have to tell the
complete truth."

  "I wanted to.  I think women need to be told when they're
beautiful and desirable."

  Now Sara's face flamed scarlet red.  "Thank you, but you
shouldn't say things like that to me."

  "Why not?"  Don't you like being told how good looking and
desirable you are?  Aren't you pleased that I can't keep from
noticing?  Doesn't it please you to know that you excite me?"

  "How can I possibly excite you that much.  You're handsome and
have the sexiest body of any man I've ever seen.  Every girl in
the school is ga-ga over you."

  "Girls don't excite me.  All of them treated me like garbage up
to two years ago.  I haven't forgotten nor will I anytime soon. 
Women like you excite me."

  "I'm old enough to be your mother," Sara said in a whisper.

  "So what?  Don't older women like being beautiful and sexy and
desirable?  I thought they did.  Of course, I really don't know
that as I've never been with a woman ... I mean in that special
way... intimate."

  Sara was stunned.  "Are you telling me that you've never had
sex with a woman?  Ever?  Even with every girl in school trying
to seduce you?"

  "Like I said, girls don't excite me.  And that's what I'm
telling you.  I'm a virgin, but I still know a beautiful woman
when I see one."

  Sara's excitement flared to heights she hadn't felt in years. 
"A young male virgin!  Oh god!" she thought to herself.  She felt
her vagina slowly throbbing and leaking moisture.  It was such an
erotic thought... she could deflower him.  Her excitement rose
even higher when she saw that his eyes were shifting back and
forth between her legs and her breasts.

  Clint could see Mrs. Cordell's breathing becoming deeper and
more labored.  Even with no experience, he instinctively knew
that she was excited.  He decided that he had gotten this far by
being direct, he might as well continue.  "Let me see your legs.
I never seen a real woman's legs... just pictures and even what I
can see is a 100 times better than pictures."

  "I can't.  I'm married."

  "I know you are.  That makes it just out-of-this world
exciting.  It's my biggest fantasy... by far!"

  "What is?" Sara asked wondering if seeing a married woman's
legs was this young man's biggest fantasy.  She had grossly
underestimated Clint.

  "Having a married woman take my virginity and introduce me to
sex the way it's really supposed to be done."

  Sara's vagina stopped leaking moisture as her cunt contracted
in a hard spasm and her juices spurted into her panties drenching
the crotch.  She squeezed her thighs together and hissed in a
passionate whisper, "We can't.  Not here.  Someone might come
in."

  Once more, even with his total lack of experience, his keen
masculine instincts told him it would be mistake to agree to go
elsewhere.  Before they got there, she would have gotten her
excitement under control and the opportunity would be lost
forever.  "We're here alone.  It's after 10 PM.  The building is
empty.  Just lock the door.  Hurry... I want you so damn bad...
I'm tired of being a virgin."

  "I don't know... I'm married... and ..

  "Show me your legs... god... they're just so sexy... so hot. 
Sit on the desk and pull up your skirt and let me see them!"

  Before she had time to think, Sara found herself sitting on the
desk with her skirt up around her hips.  Seeing Clint's eyes on
her exposed legs had the older woman panting in heat.  Clint took
immediate advantage.

  Squeezing his cock through his pants, he made certain Mrs.
Cordell could see how hard and how big he was.  Now it was Sara
who couldn't tear her eyes away from the huge bulge in Clint's
pants.  "I've never seen a woman's panties before.  Lift your leg
so I can see yours, Mrs. Cordell."

  "Oh god... if I'm going to let you see my panties, at least
call me Sara."

  "Show me your panties, Sara.  I'm so hard, my cock feels like
it's gonna break off."  Clint could see the woman trembling as
she raised her leg up to one of the chairs.  With her leg
elevated, her blue panties were on display.  The crotch was
already so wet it was obvious to Clint even from where he sat.

  "Oh my god...  that looks even more erotic and hot than I
thought it might.  You're just absolutely gorgeous!"

  Sara couldn't believe how much this gorgeous hunk was turning
her on.  Even with no experience, he seemed to know just the
right thing to say and know exactly how to say it.  She found
herself eager to hear what he would say or do next.  Clint didn't
keep her waiting.

  "How big are your tits, Sara.  They look fantastic!"

  "They're 38D, Clint.  Do you like them?"

  "I love them!  Do you have any idea how hard you've got me?" 
Sara couldn't keep her hand away from her panties she was so hot.
 "Take them out, Sara.  Let me see them."

  With one quick motion, Sara had her white blouse pulled down
below her tits with both of them thrusting out of her blouse like
twin cannons.  She cupped them and held them out to me.  "I'm
showing you mine, Clint.  It's your turn to show me yours.  Take
out your big, hard cock."

  "You do it.  Come over here and take it out, Sara."

  Kneeling in front her the young stud, her breasts heaving with
excitement, Sara unzipped Clint’s pants and reached inside.  "Oh
My God!" she gasped when she felt the huge, throbbing organ.  "I
can't even get my hand around it.  Ohhhhh... damn!  You make my
husband look like a little boy!"

  "Take it out!"

  Sara had to struggle to get the jerking organ out of his pants.
 Once she had it out, she stared at the swollen, purple head...
mesmerized by the throbbing snake in her hands. Tentatively, she
extended her tongue and licked the big head.  It jerked in a hard
spasm.  Her cunt throbbed just as hard.

  She pushed her lips against it and found that she had to
stretch her mouth as wide as possible to get the big head inside.
 Once in her mouth, she tried to suck as much of him as she
could, but 3 or 4 inches was all that she could manage.

  "Suck it deeper, Sara."

  "I can't... I want to, but its too big!"

  Clint held the back of her head and pulled her mouth down his
shaft until the head butted against her throat threatening to
make her retch.  When he pulled his cock from her sucking mouth,
Sara was gasping for breath.  'Don't take it out, please...
PLEASE!  Let me suck it more," she begged.

  "Open your mouth wide, Sara."

  She stretched it open as far as she could and slowly, Clint
pushed it inside... one inch stretching her jaws even wider...
two inches causing her to grunt... 3 inches as she began to moan
about the huge shaft throbbing inside her mouth... then four
inches and it was against her throat.

  "Mmmmm...uugghh... ghhah... uggh," came the meaningless garbled
noises from Sara tightly plugged mouth.  "Ffuummkk...  Ffuummkk!"

  "Do you want more of it, Sara?  One more inch and it will enter
your throat.  More?"

  The impaled woman nodded her head vigorously up and down as her
hands grasped Clint's ass and tried to pull his cock even deeper
into her hot sucking mouth.  Clint pushed in another inch and
Sara gagged hard.  He pulled back... waited... then pushed back
into her throat... she gagged again.

  Six times she gagged when he pushed into her throat.  On the
seventh entry, she took his cock without gagging.  He pushed two
more inches down her throat.  She had 7 inches of cock in her
mouth and throat... two inches still remained, but it was obvious
that she had had all she could take.  Clint mouth fucked the
moaning woman with slow strokes until saliva coated his balls and
dripped off onto her big naked tits.

  When he felt his load rising in his balls, he withdrew.  Sara
gasped heavily as she sucked much needed air into her tortured
lungs.  "It's your turn now, Sara."

  Her eyes opened wide with anticipation, and wider still when
Clint picked her up as if she weighed no more than one-month old
baby.  He carried her over to the desk and put her on her back. 
"I'm going to make you cum on my tongue and lips, Sara.  You'll
need to give me some instructions if I'm not doing it right. 
This is my first time.  Now pull your panties aside so I can lick
your delicious pussy."

  That announcement alone was enough to drive the older woman to
the brink of an orgasm.  She was going to be the first woman to
enjoy his tongue in her cunt.  Then, she couldn't think any
longer... the tongue pushed into her sex trench and began sliding
up and down the length of her slit... sucking and nipping the
lips of her pussy as it went.  All she could do was feel and
whine with hot female pleasure.

  After each pass up the length of her sex slit, Sara felt the
tongue slide deeply into her throbbing vagina.  When the tongue
pulled out, her lips were sucked into the male mouth and licked
and nipped before being released.  Before Clint even began
licking her engorged clitoris, Sara's pussy exploded in her first
intense orgasm.  Her juices flooded over Clint's face, but he
never moved away.

  "Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Darling... you just made me cum.... so damn
hard...  I haven't been fetched like that for years and years...
maybe never.  Please... please... don't stop. DON'T STOP!"

  The hot tongue reached her clitoris and lashed it. 
"GGGHHHAAAAAAAAA!!"

  Clint sucked the throbbing organ inside his mouth and worked
his lips over the pulsing shaft.  Again, Sara wailed in the heat
of another gut wrenching orgasm.  She felt his tongue circling
his passion shaft... her vagina contracted in repeated hard
spasms.  She came again.

  Now the tongue was lashing her clitoris with firm, rapid hard
strokes up and down the entire length of the swollen shaft and
then over the sensitive tip bringing howls of pleasure/pain from
Sara's lungs.  Her cunt whooshed air.  Her ass contracted as did
her cunt.  Juices poured out.  She burst open again.

  After 6 orgasms, Clint backed away leaving the older woman
gasping and moaning on the table top, her legs wide open... her
hole gaping as it opened and closed rapidly in spastic
contractions.  Clint pulled her to her feet.  "Bend over the
table Sera.  I'm going to fuck you.  You're going to take my
virginity."

  Scrambling to her feet, Sara bent over the desk and thrust her
ass back toward her young lover in invitation.  She screamed when
she felt the huge cock stretching her open and entering her
married cunt.  In... in....in...in... it went... deeper and
deeper until all 9 inches of meat were firmly socked into the maw
of her sex hole.  Bending forward over her body, Clint whispered,
"Are you ready, Sara?  Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

  "OH GOD YES!  FUCK ME!  HARD!  GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!"

  Clint staying power was amazing.  Sara came twice before she
felt his organ swelling and pulsing inside her pussy.  "Ooohhh,
Darling.  I can feel your cock throbbing inside me.  You're about
to cum aren't you?"

  "Yesss.... I can't hold it any longer... you're just too damn
hot."

  "Don't hold it... fuck it... fuck the load into me, Darling. 
Shoot me full."

  Sara came again when she felt his organ contracting and jerking
like a like snake inside her pussy.  Again and again, it
contracted and shot a huge gush of semen into her cunt.  Before
he withdrew, he had fired six thick streams of cum into her
pussy.

  They remained motionless for almost five minutes.  "You better
let me get up, Darling, so we can get dressed."

  "Not yet.  Please.  I want to fuck you again."

  "Now?  Right now?  You can do that?  So soon?"

  "Can't you tell?"

  "Oh my god... you're getting hard again.  Jezzz... you're going
to fuck me again.  I don't believe it."

  "Can I?  Do you mind if I fuck you again?"

  "MIND?  MIND?  Hell no, you marvelous Stud.  I LOVE IT!  You
can fuck me as much as you want... anytime you want."

  A couple of minutes later, Clint was lying on the desk with
Sara riding his cock.  She was wailing every time her ass pumped
up and down the length of his huge shaft.  Before he emptied his
balls into her again, Sara has had three more intense orgasms. 
In one hot fucking session with this young stud, she had had more
orgasms than her husband had given her in the last six months
total.

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High School: Senior Year:

  Once Clint had fucked Mrs. Cordell, he was amused to find that
she rapidly became his sex slave.  For the first month, he fucked
her at least once a day usually in the back seat of his old car
or hers, occasionally bent over her desk like the first time, and
when her husband was out of town, in her marriage bed.  When she
was having her period, he used her ass and had her suck his cock
to orgasm.  Of course she swallowed as ordered.  He particularly
enjoyed fucking her ass and then having her suck his cock when he
withdrew.

  After a month, he began to tire of her, but she was so willing
and eager, it was fun to have her around.  To spice things up, he
told her not to wear panties to school.  At first, she refused. 
Clint didn't argue or threaten.  He just ignored her.  After
three days, she dropped a note on his desk during class that said
she wasn't wearing any panties and wouldn't from now on.  As a
reward, he took her to a Motel 8 that afternoon and spent three
hours using all of her sex holes.  Mrs. Cordell had a hard time
walking into her house when he took her home, but she had ceased
to wear panties.

  A week later, Clint moved to the a front row seat in class and
gave Mrs. Cordell a note that said, "When I nod in class, sit
down in front of me and spread your legs so I can see your cunt."
 She had put up no protest.  From that day forward, she spread
during class when he told her to spread.  Of course, this meant
that other boys in the class and some of the girls would
occasionally see her naked pussy.  Word of Mrs. Cordell's naked
cunt on display spread quickly around the school, but fortunately
for Sara, the Administration never heard a word about her daily
shows in class.

  It wasn't long before Clint tired of seeing Mrs. Cordell's
46-year old, now very well-used pussy.  One evening when he had
his cock buried inside Sara's pussy as she thrashed and wailed
beneath him, he told her not to wear bras to school any longer.

  "Oh god... I can't.  My tits are so big, everyone will know.  I
can't hide that.  Please.  Don't make me.  Please."

  "I'm not going to make you, Sara.  It's your choice.  I'm just
tired of having to spend time taking off your bra every time we
fuck.  If we're going to continue to have sex, I want to use all
the time making you cum, not taking off your bra.  As I say, it's
up to you."  The next day, Sara Cordell came to class with no
panties or bra underneath her dress.

  However, things worked out very well for her.  As she had
feared, everyone knew she was braless as her huge 38D tits
bounced wildly when she walked about the school.  One of the
persons who knew she was braless was Mr. Arlo Mathews, the school
principal.  He had wanted to fuck the big-titted, sexy Mrs.
Cordell for years, and he knew this was his chance.

  That day after school, he had called her into his office and
threatened to fire her for coming to school with no bra beneath
her clothes.  Sara had pleaded to no avail.  Then, she began to
beg him.  When she left his office that evening, she took two
things with her.  The first was a standing appointment with
Mathews for sex each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons
after school.  The second was a pussy that was filled with two
loads of Mathews' thick sperm and semen.

  As she walked to her car, she smiled to herself.  Mathews
wasn't nearly as good as Clint, but he was vastly better than her
husband Lennard.  And maybe Clint would still fuck her from time
to time.

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  Gloria and Virginia were still at the same school, and both
were now seniors along with Clint.  Gloria had developed into a
sexy blonde with a nice chest and a hot-looking butt.  Virginia
was long-haired redhead who had no shortage of dates.  Naturally,
neither of the girls had gotten past their sophomore year with
their virginity intact and naturally, both of them were wild over
Clint.  Like all the other girls in school, they had repeatedly
sent out not-so-subtle signals that they were available.  But
Clint remained aloof.  What was particularly galling was the
rumor that Clint was screwing Mrs. Cordell regularly.  Neither
girl could understand why he would prefer to fuck that old woman
rather than their young, hot pussy.

  At lunch in the cafeteria one day, Gloria's finally thought her
efforts had paid off... Clint came over and asked her for a date.

  "Hi, Gloria.  I hope I'm not intruding on an important
discussion."

  All the girls around the table had already lost interest in
what had been under discussion.  Half were dying to hear what
Clint was going to say to Gloria; the other half were too busy
staring at the huge bulge in Clint's pants to even hear what he
was saying.  Susan and Mary were rubbing their clits beneath the
table as they stared openly at the huge mound Clint's cock was
making in his pants.  And that was soft!  They were both
imagining how big it would be when it got hard as their fingers
danced over their erect clits.

  "No... not at all, Clint.  It's just girl-talk... you know."

  "No... not really.  I wish I did know what 'girl-talk' is
about.  If I knew, I could sell the information to every guy in
school."

  The girls all giggled.  "Anyway, Gloria, I wanted to ask you if
you would like to go out with me this Saturday night.  Nothing
fancy... just a movie and then dancing at "The Dive".  There's
live music on Saturday night."

  Gloria didn't make a pretense at hesitating.  "I'd love to,
Clint.  What time?"

  "The movies all start at 7:15 PM.  Check the listing and pick
out one you'd like to see.  Have you been to The Dive before?"

  "A few times, not often."

  "Well, then you know the music is sometimes pretty wild and
fast.  You might want to wear jeans or a longer skirt.  Short
skirts tend to end up around your waist when you dance to that
music."

  "Would that bother you, Clint?" Gloria asked half teasing...
half seductively.

  "Yeah... I think it would.  I want to spend the evening with
you, not fighting off a dozen guys when your skirt ends up around
your waist."

  Two more girls at the table were now rubbing their erect clits
or pressing their thighs together to get friction on their
throbbing organ.  "If I wear a short skirt, Clint, I promise to
be careful when I dance.  I wouldn't want a dozen guys to have to
go to the ER after you finished with them."

  "That was just a figure of speech, Gloria.  I don't put guys or
anyone in the ER.  In fact, I have never hit anyone since I
finished the sixth grade.  And I only did it then in a futile
effort at self defense.  I just thought I would warn so you
wouldn't be embarrassed.  I'll pick you at 7 PM at your house. 
And thank you.  I thought you might say no."

  "Really?  Why would you think that?"

  Clint shrugged.  "A few years ago, you didn't think much of me.
 I thought you might still feel the same way."

  "No... no way!  We were just kids then.  That's all past.  I'm
looking forward to Saturday night... a lot!"   The last was said
in a clear seductive whisper.

------------------------------------

  At 7:00 PM sharp, Clint knocked on Gloria's door.  Her father
answered.  "Good evening, Sir.  I'm Clint Hunter.  I've asked
your daughter to go to the movies with me tonight and then
dancing afterwards.  I hope you're comfortable with that, Mr.
Haskell."

  Jack Haskell was impressed... a lot.  Most of Gloria's
boyfriends just honked their car horn for her.  The ones that
came to the door usually couldn't form a coherent sentence around
him.  This young man was cut from a different mold.  He knew
Clint had made second-team all-state basketball the previous
year.  Now he found out that in addition, he was smart and
articulate.

  "Come in, Clint.  Gloria's still getting dressed.  I'm afraid
she's like her mother... late for everything."

  "That seems to be something that's in the genes of most women,
Sir."

  Jack Haskell laughed.  He really liked this young man.  "Where
are you going dancing, if you don't mind my asking, Clint?"

  "Not at all, Sir.  I'm sorry that I neglected to tell you that
immediately.  They have live music at "The Dive".  We're going
there.  The name sounds like it's a low-class joint, but it
really isn't.  A lot of kids from the high school and some from
the college to there to dance.  Is midnight too late to keep
Gloria out?"

  If Haskell was impressed before, now he was stunned.  "Not at
all... In fact, I don't set a curfew for Gloria.  Have a good
time."

  At that moment, Gloria came in.  "I'm sorry to be late, Clint."

  "Not a problem.  I'm glad to have had a little time to
introduce myself to your father."  Clint glanced at Jack Haskell
and could see that he was perturbed with his daughter, and it was
obvious why.  She had totally ignored his advice about wearing a
short skirt.  In fact, she was wearing a micro-mini skirt that
just barely covered her ass.  Her blouse also showed a lot of
cleavage.

  Gloria sauntered toward the door swinging her hips.  Just
before reaching the front door, she leaned on a desk and bent
over slightly.  Her short skirt rode up a couple of inches which
was more than enough to expose her ass cheeks.  Looking back, she
said,  "Come on, Clint.  Let's go."

  Clint turned to Mr. Haskell and extended his hand.  "I'm very
glad we got to chat, Sir."  The men shook hands and a few minutes
later, Gloria and Clint were on their way to the theater.

  When Clint and Gloria had departed, Jack Haskell went back into
the den where his wife was looking over the TV schedule for the
evening.  "Did you see what Gloria was wearing tonight, Gail?"

  "Yeah.  I saw it."

  "Well, did you say anything?"

  "What's to say.  We've talked to her many times without much
effect.  That's the way young girls seem to dress today.  But I
did speak to her."

  "What about?"

  "I asked if she had remembered to take her birth control
pills."

  "And?"

  "And she said she had."

  "That's good.  With that handsome, virile looking guy she's
with tonight, she's going to need them.  In fact, she probably
should have taken an extra one."

-------------------------------------

  In the dark theater, Gloria snuggled up close to Clint. 
Halfway through the movie, she had her breasts pressed against
his arm and her hand was on his thigh slowly moving in a small
circle.  With his night vision fully operational, Clint could see
that Gloria had allowed her short skirt to slid up to her hips or
perhaps she had pulled it up there deliberately.  In any case, it
was so high on her hips, her black panties were display for Clint
and for the man sitting to Gloria's right.  He was clearly more
interested in Gloria's tits, legs and panties than in the movie.
It didn't bother Clint in the least.  He hoped the guy was having
a good time checking her out.

  Toward the end of the movie, Gloria had gotten so excited that
he could hear her panting.  She was having trouble keeping her
hips still, and her hip motions were causing her skirt to ride
higher and higher on her hips.  It was obvious to Clint that the
guy next to her was having no problems seeing her panties. 
Moving his hand up to her breasts, he cupped first one large
globe than the other.  Gloria moaned in hot passion at Clint's
first touch.  She had been trying for a year to get him... now he
was playing with her tits.  She thrust her breast hard against
his hand.

  As Clint stroked every inch of her breast through her blouse,
Gloria began to moan softly.  The guy to her right was now
leaning closer... hoping Clint would take out her tits so he
could see them.  Several minutes passed with Clint's fingers
stroking her hardened nipple... pulling it... then twisting it
gently.  Gloria was now leaning back in her seat with her
shoulders pulled back and her tits shoved forward.  The eyes of
the guy beside her were now only a foot away from her tits. 
Gloria had her eyes closed and didn't see him leaning closer to
get the best possible view.

  As the movie moved to its conclusion, Clint pulled her blouse
down and released both of her large breasts.  As he squeezed them
and worked their nipples, Gloria groaned louder... loud enough
that others turned to see what was happening.  The guy beside her
was now squeezing his cock through his pants.  When the movie
ended, Gloria was close to an orgasm.  She moaned in despair when
Clint pulled her blouse up to cover her breasts and said, "Let's
go dancing, Honey."

  "I'd rather go somewhere so we can be alone," she hissed in his
ear.

  "Later... dancing first."  Again, the overheated teenager
groaned as her vagina gushed juices into her panties.

--------------------------------------

  Already hot from her experience in the theater, Gloria's sexual
heat rose higher on their way to The Dive.  Unable to sit on her
side of the seat, she pressed herself against Clint, rubbing her
tits up and down his arm while her hand explored in his crotch.

  "I'm the one who's supposed to be feeling you up, Gloria,"
Clint chuckled.

  "Oh god... I know... I know.  I just can't help it.  You've
gotten me so hot and turned on."  Her hand did its best to wrap
itself around his bulge, but without success.  "Jezz... how big
is it?  I can't get my hand around it."

  "It's big enough.  You won't have any complaints."

  Gloria couldn't stop moaning as she felt the throbbing male
shaft under her hand.  "Ooohhh...  Ooohhh...  Ooohhh... 
Ooohhh...  please... tell me... how big is it?"

  "It depends on the woman, Gloria.  With you, maybe nine or nine
and a half inches.  But that's not really the best part."

  Gloria was licking Clint's ear now as her hips pumped upward
into the air in hot fuck motions, but without a man on her to
take advantage of the wildly excited thrusts.  "Tell me... tell
me!"

  "What?  Tell you what?"

  "You hot Bastard... you know what.  Tell me the best part."

  "On one condition."

  "What condition?"

  "Your panties have come off before we go into The Dive, and
they have to stay off until the evening is over.  Otherwise, I
won't tell you the best part, and, if you're not interested in
the best part, then I'll just take you home with no hard
feelings."

  "I can't take off my panties!  Not in this short skirt.  Every
thing will show.  Please!"

  "I warned you to wear a longer skirt or jeans.  You ignored me
and, as a result, now you have problems.  It's your decision. 
But hurry up and make up your mind.  We're almost to The Dive."

  "Ohhhh... god.  If I take off my panties, you'll see my pussy."

  "Of course, but want me to see it, don't you?  That's why you
wore that micro-mini skirt.  You've got less than a minute.  If
your panties aren't off when I reach The Dive, we head home."

  Gloria didn't waste another second.  Raising her ass off the
seat, she quickly stripped her panties down her legs and off. 
She handed them to Clint.  "Now tell me... what's the best part?"

  "It's thick, Gloria.  Very thick.  Two and a half inches in
diameter.  You won't be able to get your hand all the way around
it.  But something else you have will stretch around it very
nicely."

  "OOoohhhhhh...."  Gloria's hand dived between her thighs and
rubbed her now naked and very wet cunt.

-----------------------------------------

  No matter what kind of music was being played by the band...
slow or fast... there was no way Gloria could keep her ass and
pussy covered on the dance floor.  On the slow numbers, Clint
pulled her tightly against his body and pressed his huge, hard
dick into her mound.  With that hard shaft pressing against her,
there was no way Gloria could keep her hips still, and when she
moved them up and down the shaft, her skirt naturally rose until
her ass was exposed.  And with her ass exposed, every time she
took a dance step, her thighs would separate enough to expose the
lips and slit of her cunt.

  When the band played something fast, Clint would twirl and spin
her around the floor causing her skirt to rise, which exposed
cunt and ass even more than on the slow numbers.  After thirty
minutes, word had spread and every guy in the place was checking
her out when Clint took her out on the dance floor.  The other
girls were talking about her... calling her a slut... but
secretly, every one of them knew that Clint would be fucking her
tonight, and each girl wished she were in Gloria's place.

  At their table, Gloria tried to keep her legs pressed tightly
together, but with Clint sensuously stroking her legs, she found
herself letting them open in spite of herself.  "Please, Clint...
PLEASE!"

  "Please what, Gloria?"

  "Please give me panties and let me put them back on.  I promise
I'll take them off whenever you tell me to.... please!" she
begged.

  "On one condition."

  "Oh god... anything... just let me put on my panties."

  "You have to put them on right here at the table... not go to
the ladies room to do it." Clint dangled her panties in front of
her.  Several men and other girls saw it.  The guys got hard...
the women got wet, and Gloria got to put her panties back on.

  After three slow dances, Clint's cock was a rigid, iron bar. 
Fully hard, over nine inches of thick, pulsing man meat, Gloria's
pussy throbbed when she felt him grinding it into her mound.

  "Let's go somewhere private, Honey," she hissed.  "I want to
see that monster cock."

  "That sounds good to me.  Stay here while I talk to Jacob...
he's the manager here."

  Gloria was squirming in heat as Clint walked away.  Jacob saw
him coming and extended his hand in greeting.  "Hi Clint.  Long
time no see.  But I do see that hot foxy chick you're with. 
Every guy here wants to fuck her."

  "I know, and she's hot to be fucked right now.  Any chance we
can use the manager's office?"

  "Any chance I can fuck her?" Jacob responded.

  "Man, I owe you big time for every thing you did for me over
the last three years.  I'd still be a weak little kid if it
weren't for you.  Of course you can fuck her."

  "She gonna scream and yell or does she want it?"

  "She's hot as fire right now.  Give me 15 minutes.  Then unlock
the door and join us... just you."

  "You got it, Man!  I'm hard just thinking about that hot white
pussy of hers."

--------------------------------

  With the door to the office locked, Clint looked at the panting
girl and said, "Take out your big tits, Gloria.  Now!"

  She didn't waste a second.  Instead of removing her blouse, she
just jerked it down and pulled out her tits.  "Damn... what a
rack you have, Baby.  Come on... crawl over here and take it out.
 You wanted to see it... now's your chance.  Take it out and suck
it."

  On her knees between Clint's legs, Gloria pulled his pants off.
 He wore no shorts so as soon as his pants were down, nine, thick
inches of meat reared toward the ceiling.  A second later, five
inches of it were buried inside Gloria's mouth.  Her lips slid up
and down the throbbing shaft.  On each downward trip, she tried
to force more of the huge organ inside her mouth, but was unable
to do so.

  "Pull your skirt up, Gloria.  Jerk those panties to one side."

  The hot blond had her skirt up in a flash.  Using one hand, she
pulled her panties to the side exposing her hot gash.  She had
her second hand wrapped around the base of Clint's raging sex
spike holding it steady as she slammed her mouth down to the
point the cock head was about to enter her throat.

  "Suck all of it, Gloria."

  "UUMMPPFFF... trying... trying... can't get all of it in... 
UUMMPPFFFF"

  "We can fix that, Baby.  Get up on the desk on your back.  Let
your head fall back over the edge."

  As soon as she was in position, Clint pushed his cock back into
her open mouth.  Now, however, the position made a straight tube
of her mouth and throat.  On the first stroke, Clint pushed into
her throat and drove 6 inches of meat into her mouth.  She
grunted, but her cheeks hollowed as she sucked it.  The second
stroke drove 8 inches inside and on the third stroke, Gloria was
taking all nine inches down her throat.

  She steepled her knees and thrust her fingers into her excited
sex hole as Clint fucked her mouth.  His balls slapped against
forehead on every stroke.

  "Damn... what a hot suck hole you have, Baby.  Take it!  Taking
every fucking inch of my cock, Gloria."

  "Ummppff... Ummppff... Ummppff... Ummppff... Ummppff...
Ummppff... "

  Pulling out of her mouth, Clint yelled, "Fuck time, Baby. 
MOUNT!"  He sat down in the desk chair and helped Gloria to
straddle his legs.  Holding his thick dick in her hand, she
aligned her pussy hole with the big head and sank downward.  The
cockhead hit her hole dead center and sank out of sight as her
hips drove downward.  Her ass was pounding up and down on Clint's
buried organ when Jacob entered.  With her back toward him,
Gloria was unaware that they had an audience.

  It only took Gloria a couple of minutes of frantic thrusting to
cum.  She announced, "Ooohhhhh Clint... You're making meee
cummmmmmmmmmmm!!   AAAahhhhh.... fuckkkkk.... cumminggg... I’m
cumminggg!"

  With seemingly no effort, Clint stood up while holding Gloria
firmly and deeply impaled on his sex spear,  Turning, he
deposited her on the desk on her back.  With one fluid motion, he
shoved the girl's legs up and back to totally open up her cunt
hole.  Again and again, he rammed himself into her hot, wet pit.
Gloria squealed and grunted each time the cock slugged into the
bottom of her pussy.  Her squeals turned to hoarse shrieks as her
pussy and clit erupted in another climax at almost the same time
as Clint's sex gun discharged volley after volley of thick cream
deep inside her vagina... right up against her womb. 
Immediately, millions of sperm swam frantically up the neck of
her womb and inside as they searched for her eggs.

  When Clint dismounted, Gloria saw the naked, black Adonis for
the first time.  His cock was not quite a long as Clint's but it
was even thicker if that were possible.  Thrusting his fully
erect organ at her mouth, he gave her a one-word command: 
"SUCK!"

  Clint pushed her mouth toward Jacob's cock, and she opened her
mouth to receive it.  Five inches entered and began fucking the
teenager's mouth hole.  As Gloria grunted and moaned, Jacob set
up a steady fuck rhythm in and out of her mouth, each stroke
entering slightly deeper than the one before until finally his
balls were bouncing off her chin.

  Clint strolled into the bathroom, washed up, and emptied his
bladder as he listened to Gloria's cries of passion from the
other room.  When he returned, he saw that Jacob now had the
young blond girl mounted on his cock.  She rode it like a
seasoned whore, slamming her hips all the way down with force on
every stroke.

  When Gloria began to scream in orgasm, Jacob rolled her onto
her side with his body behinds hers.  Using one hand to hold her
leg high in the air, he nailed his black cock in and out of the
girl's wide open pussy.  After fucking her through another
orgasm, he turned her so that she was riding his cock while
facing him.

  "Gonna bounce you and cum in your white pussy, Honey," Jacob
announced.

  "Bounce me?"  Gloria asked in a low groan.  A moment later,
Jacob stood up lifting her like she weighed nothing.  With his
hands beneath her ass, he lifted her and then dropped her onto
this rigid cock.  Over and over... using Gloria's own weight to
fuck her.  Each time he let her body fall onto his cock, she
grunted with the hard, deep entry of black cock into white cunt.
This time, when she came, her legs flew straight out, her toes
pointing, her muscles rigid, her head flung back... screaming as
her clit and cunt erupted around the thick black fuck stick.  Her
orgasm triggered Jacob's and he began filling her cunt with a
long series of thick ejaculations that burst from his detonating
cock.

-----------------------------

  When Clint stopped the car in front of Gloria's house an hour
later, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

  "Are you mad at me for letting Jacob fuck me?" she asked
nervously.

  "No.  You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

  "Oh yes... I liked getting it from you much better, but it was
hot getting it from a black stud right after you had done it to
me."

  "You liked my cock in you?"

  "I loved it!"

  "Good... because I'm going to fuck you again right now."

  A minute later, from her bedroom window upstairs, Gloria's
mother saw her daughter disappear from sight as Clint moved over
her.  Then, she saw Gloria again... at least she saw her legs up
in the air, jerking back and forth as Clint's ass rose and fell
between her daughter's thighs.

  While he husband snored in a deep sleep, Gail's fingers plunged
in and out of her throbbing vagina while she watched her
daughter's legs flailing helplessly in the air.  "Oh my god...
look at that hot, virile stud fucking her!" she thought as her
fingers strummed over her erect, pulsing clitoris.

  Gail quietly raised the window.  As soon as it was up, she
could hear her daughter grunting every time Clint's hips drove
into Gloria's sex saddle.  Gail's hips pumped in time to Clint's
fuck strokes.  She heard Gloria yell that she was cumming.  "So
am I... so am I, Honey.  FUCK US, CLINT... FUCK US!"  she moaned
aloud not caring whether her husband heard her or not.

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  For the next week, Clint was with Gloria a lot during the
school day and every evening.  On every one of those evenings, he
was in the panting teenager’s eager vagina three of four times. 
Each time he fucked her, she had at least two and often several
orgasms.  In addition, before he would give her his cock, his
tongue pleasured her throbbing clitoris until she was begging him
to stop.

  On Monday of the second week, they were in the back seat of
Clint's car parked beside the lake.  Gloria's heels were pressed
against the ceiling of the car as the rock hard prick thrust in
and out of her squishing vagina.

  "Oohhhh fuck it, Clint... fuck it... fuck it... fuck it!  
AAAaahhhhhhh... ooohhh god... I'm cumming!"

  In the middle of Gloria's explosive orgasm, Clint withdrew his
wet, dripping cock from the confines of Gloria's contracting
pussy, flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and pulled her
ass high in the air.  "Put your head on the seat, Gloria."

  "OH FUCK YES!" she howled.

  Clint moved behind her up thrust ass, pressed the cockhead
against her anus, and pushed the big head inside.

  "NOOO!!!  DON'T!  NOT IN MY ASSSSSSSS!  OOOHHHH SHIT!  IT
HURTS... STOP!  DON'T ASS FUCK MEEEEEEEEE... YOU'RE TOO BIG. 
PLEASE... IN MY PUSSY.  FUCK IN MY PUSSY... AAAHHHHHHHHH ...
OHHHH GOD!"

  Clint ignored her, of course, and simply pushed in four more
inches of cock amid the wailing howls of the impaled girl.

  "Please!  I can't stand it!"  Gloria screamed.

  Another inch was shoved into her now dilated and stretched
rectum.  The helpless girl began to moan.  She tried to pull
away, but Clint's powerful arms easily held the squirming female
in position as two more inches entered.

  "AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!"

  "One more inch of cock to go, Gloria.  Ready?"

  "Noooo... I can't take it... no way... aaahhhh gawd!"

  The final inch sank into her bowels, the big ball sack slapping
against her wet cunt.  Now Clint remained still allowing the
squirming girl to become accustomed to his big cock.  "Put your
hand between your thighs, Gloria, and rub your clit.  Make
yourself cum."

  Helpless to do otherwise, the moaning blonde began to stroke
her clitoris.  It responded immediately.  In a minute, it was
throbbing and pulsing... on the verge of another climax.  Before
it exploded, Clint slowly withdrew and began slow fuck strokes
into Gloria's ass.  She frigged herself faster.  Clint fucked her
faster.  She came, but the ass strokes continued now with Clint's
hand around her hips and on her pulsing clitoris.

  After several minutes of clitoral stimulation and slow strokes
in and out of her ass, Gloria began to fuck back with her hips. 
Clint frigged the girl faster.  She began to moan.

  "Oh my god... it's good... I'm gonna cum again... harder...
Clint... Harder... fuck me harder!"

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  The following Wednesday afternoon, when he knew Gloria was
working at her part time job at Burger King, Clint rang the
Haskell's doorbell.  With Jack and Gloria both at work, Gail
Haskell answered the door, as Clint knew she would.

  "Good afternoon, Mrs. Haskell.  Is Gloria at home?"

  "No, she's at work, Clint.  She won't be home for about three
hours.  If it's urgent, you can see her at Burger King.  Is it
urgent?"

  "Well, from a guy's point of view, it's sort of urgent, but I
don't think it would help to see her at Burger King."

  Gail felt her thighs becoming damp at the young man's obvious
reference to his sexual needs.  "Damn, he looks delicious," the
older woman thought as her eyes took in Clint's rippling pecs and
his large, powerful biceps.  His T-shirt was stretched so tightly
across his chest, she felt like it might rip apart if he flexed
his muscles.  But it wasn't just his finely muscled body... his
face was devilishly handsome.  His penetrating brown eyes seemed
to be able to look right through a woman's clothes to her secret
places beneath.  And those eyes never looked away.

  "Would you like to come in for a cold drink or a cup of coffee,
Clint?"

  "That would be great.  Coffee please, black."  Clint moved into
the Haskell's den with an easy assurance very few older men could
muster.  "Did I catch you just as your were going out, Mrs.
Haskell?  I don't want to delay you if I did."

  "No, not at all.  I wasn't going anywhere.  Why do you ask?"

  "Because you look so ... so nice.  I thought you might be going
out."

  Gail's face flushed with pleasure at the complement from the
young man.  Again, she felt her thighs becoming even more moist.
She looked at Clint and felt her vagina throb.  "It's just a
short dress I wear around the house, Clint."

  "Well, that may be, but you look incredible in it.  It's
obvious where Gloria gets her beautiful face and body."  Clint
shifted in his chair as if uncomfortable from the large bulge in
his pants.

  Gail's eyes fell his bulge at the same moment he shifted in his
chair.  "Oohhh god... he's hard!  He's hard from looking at me. 
Jezz... it looks huge," Gail thought to herself.  In a
heart-to-heart, mother/daughter talk, Gloria had told her that
Clint's cock was huge... just huge, she had said.  Even so, it
looked even bigger... more powerful than she had imagined.

  "How long have you been ... been having sex with my daughter,
Clint?"

  "Having sex?"

  "Yes... having sex.  You know... fucking."

  "I fucked her on the first date... several times.  She seemed
starved for it."

  "You know, Clint, when you brought Gloria home last Monday
night, she could hardly walk."

  "I'm sorry to hear that.  Is she still in pain?"

  Gail had to laugh.  "She was never in pain, Clint.  She was
just totally exhausted.  You wore her out.  She told me that she
had had 15 or 20 orgasms during the evening."  When Clint
remained silent, Gail leaned closer and asked, "Did she really
cum that many times?  How many times did you do it to her?"

  "I'm not sure how many times Gloria got off, Mrs. Haskell,
but..."

  "Please, call me Gail."

  "Thank you, Gail.  I'm not certain how many times Gloria got
off, but I got off five times.  I'm pretty certain that I was as
exhausted as she was or more."

  "Five times?  You came five times in a few hours?  I'm not sure
I believe that."

  "Well, neither Gloria nor your husband will be home for almost
four hours.  Your breasts are gorgeous.  How big are they?"

  "You're not serious.  I'm old enough to be your mother...
easily."

  Clint stood up and pulled his T-shirt over his head.  "I'm
guessing that they're 36DD.  Just fantastic!  And your frame is
so small.  You've got a to-die-for body and face, Gail."

  She couldn't tear her eyes away from Clint's powerful, naked
chest.  The tanned skin bulged and rippled over his powerful
muscles.  A woman would be helpless in his strong arms.  Her
vagina throbbed again.  Without taking his eyes off hers, he
slipped out of his shoes and then unzipped and removed his pants.
 Now dressed only in his briefs, the huge bulge of his fully
erected cock was mesmerizing.  It's length was such that the
briefs had no chance to contain his massive organ.  Two inches of
iron-hard cock extended over the waistband of his briefs.  Gail's
pussy was gushing.

  Clint pulled down his briefs baring his steel-hard, rigid cock.
 It stood straight up, thick, powerful, reaching almost to his
navel.  "Do you like what you see, Gail?"

  "We can't," she stammered even as her pussy was screaming,
"yes.. yes...yes".

  "We're going to... many times... at least five...  Now stop
talking and come over here and put your mouth to better use. 
Suck me!"

  Mrs. Haskell wrung her hands and hesitated.  "Oh god... I
can't.  I'm married... you're dating my daughter...  I'm old
enough to be your mother."

  "You can!  A marriage needs some spice... your daughter's not
here... and older women are vastly sexier and more exotic that
young girls... Now, take out your beautiful tits, come over here,
NOW, and suck me.  You got it hard... now take care of my
problem."

  Gail stared hard at Clint's rigid, erect, and throbbing shaft
of masculine power.  It was big... sensuous... hot... sexy.   She
had never seen anything more exciting.  She wanted it!  With one
motion, she pulled the dress straps off her shoulders and bared
both large tits as she moved quickly to kneel in front of the
waiting, throbbing phallus.  She reached up to pull it to her
mouth, but found it so hard and so rigid she had to rise on her
haunches and use both hands to pull it down sufficiently to get
it into her eager mouth.

  As it went in, she moaned at the same time as her pussy
contracted squirting juices that drenched her panties and filled
the room with her feminine sexual aroma.  "Uuummmmmm...  so
good," she sighed as she licked up and down the huge shaft,
stopping at the big cock ridge and running the tip of her tongue
all around it.  From there, she lapped over the pulsing cock
head.

  Pulling Gail to her feet, Clint pressed his mouth to hers.  At
first there was resistance.  He kissed her harder, his tongue
driving against her hips, demanding entry.  At the same, his
throbbing cock ground into her pubic mound.  With a loud groan,
Mrs. Haskell spread both her mouth and her legs wide open and
thrust her shuddering body against him.  His tongue invaded her
mouth; his cock drove between her open thighs and stroked back
and forth against the soaked panties... pushing them into her
convulsing, throbbing slit.

  When her body was shaking with desire, Clint picked her up with
one arm beneath her knees, the other under her shoulders and
carried the moaning woman to the dining room table.  Placing her
on her back, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her
panties and drew them down her legs and off of her heels. 
"Spread," Clint whispered to her.  Her legs flew open.  Her hips
arched high presenting her engorged sex slit to Clint.

  "Oh god... I'm so hot!  Do it to me!  Do every thing to me!"

  "First we do it here... then in your bedroom for the next two
hours."

  Clint's mouth descended on her pussy where it sucked in the
lips.  Gail wailed in hot passion.  She felt his tongue sliding
into her slit... deep... deeper... it was inside her vagina...
exploring... probing... sinking in and out.  Her hips pounded up
and down on the table top.  The tongue slipped out of her hole
and moved upward to the throbbing shaft of her clitoris.  It
tried to retreat, but instead, the male mouth sucked it inside
and lashed it repeatedly as Gloria's mother wailed in her first
climax.

  Clint gave the screaming woman no time to recover.  Two fingers
slipped into her cunt and quickly located her G-spot.  With firm
pressure, the fingers caressed and probed as the tongue licked
and the lips sucked on her swollen, throbbing clit.  Her hips
rose a foot off the table.  Instantly, her lover took full
advantage of her exposed ass hole.  She gasped as two fingers
entered her ass where they fucked her at the same pace as the two
fingers buried in her cunt.  She came in a gush of juices that
shot high in the air.

  Her orgasm had hardly ebbed when she felt the strong male body
mounting her, driving his hips into her sex saddle forcing her to
spread wide for his huge prong.  It entered... stretched her
open... sank in deep... deeper... deeper still ... until the head
hit the bottom of her cunt.  She felt her womb being pushed back
to make room for the rest of Clint's cock.  Then the balls
slapped against her ass and she knew he was fully inside her...
fucking her... she howled and came.

  Pressing his mouth to her ear, he growled, "First load's going
in, Gail.  Take it!"

  "Yesssssssssss.... shoot it innnnnnnnnn.... CUM IN MY CUNT!"
She was still urging him to cum inside her pussy when she felt
the slickness of the load lubricating her vaginal passage as her
pussy filled with semen and sperm.

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  At the end of the week, Clint took Gloria to the lake and
fucked her three times, the first time in the back seat of his
car, and last two times on a blanket on the beach.  After that
night, he decided it was time to move on to different women,
different vaginas.  He never called Gloria again.

  Over the next two weeks, Clint visited the pussies of four new
girls in his class.  A day never passed that he failed to pay his
respects to at least one of their cunts, but over half of the
time, he was in two of them during the 24-hour period.

  One of the new girls was Virginia, the small-breasted, redhead
who had enjoyed humiliating him that long-ago night at the
basketball game when she and Gloria had pulled off his pants and
ran off with them.  Clint bore her no animosity.  He just felt he
was obligated to return the favor by pulling off her pants, and
since her panties were much smaller than his pants, to pay back
what he owed, he estimated that he would need to pull off her
pants at least a dozen times.

  Virginia, as well as all the other girls, were easy lays for
the handsome, muscular, virile and well-endowed All-State point
guard.  They practically begged him to pull down their panties. 
All four spread their legs on the first date and every date
thereafter until Clint moved on to new "pastures" two weeks
later.

  The first time with Virginia had been on a picnic.  Clint had
prepared a wide variety of sandwiches, soft drinks, and a
cheesecake, which Virginia had enjoyed, but not nearly as much as
she had enjoyed Clint's large cock.  When she had gotten it out
of his pants, she was stunned by its size, girth, and most of
all, by its iron-hard rigidity.  Her stunned amazement was
quickly replaced by intense desire to have it inside her pussy.

  Clint had eaten the girl until she had had three orgasms, each
more intense than the last.  Like most women, she was begging him
to allow her to rest after the second one, and as usual, Clint
was having none of that.  His probing tongue quickly made her
throbbing pussy explode a third time after which he mounted the
moaning girl.  She howled and came again, very quickly, when his
thick cock began pumping back and forth inside her contracting
vagina.  Two hours later, Virginia was riding his cock and
grinding her clitoris against his pubic bone on every stroke. 
Before Clint has fired in his third load, she was having near
continuous climaxes.

  By the end of his senior year, 61 girls had been thoroughly
screwed by Clint's huge cock... most several times.  The large
majority of these girls were his classmates, but a few were
juniors and four sexy young things were sophomores whose
virginity he removed.

  Several mothers also enjoyed Clint's virile young cock that
year as well as two more of his teachers.  The week before he
graduated, he also again visited Mrs. Cordell's and Mrs.
Haskell's vagina as sort of a "goodbye fuck".  However, Gloria
and Virginia were never allowed another taste.

============================

College Years

  During his senior year in high school, Clint had worked part
time as a waiter in an upscale restaurant.  Normally, the
management didn't hire part time people as waiters, but Clint's
presence seemed to act like a magnet in attracting the afternoon
crowd of bored, married women.  The situation worked out well for
all concerned.  The restaurant's owner saw an increase in profits
from the extra, unexpected business in the afternoon.  Clint made
excellent money from the tips he received.  The female customers
always left with a tingle between their thighs, and the braver
ones who gave the young Adonis their cell phone numbers,
eventually enjoyed something much more substantial between their
thighs.  Of course, in addition to the money, Clint got to sample
a substantial number of older, more experienced, married pussies.


  In addition to the money he made at the restaurant, Clint was
also often the recipient of gifts from business men in the city
who appreciated his basketball skills and the extra business they
brought to the city.  After he had made All-State, some
additional, under the table money, began to accrue from athlete
donors to university basketball programs who wanted the entice
Clint to sign with their favored school.

  Most young men Clint's age would have found some way to waste
all their money, but Clint's great physique and his athlete
skills were complemented by an even more astute intellect.  This
he turned to an in-depth study of the stock market and the
factors that make it rise and fall.  Instead of memorizing
useless facts for school tests, he read quarterly reports,
studied the cost/earning ratios of various corporations, and read
stories of imminent break throughs in the Wall Street Journal. 
Halfway through his senior year he was ready.

  After opening an account with the most economical brokerage
firm he could find, he began to invest his money in a diversified
portfolio of his own device.  His timing was perfect with the
market just beginning a bullish phase.  All the profits from his
investments, as well as the additional money that continued to
flow in from his job and gifts, were reinvested in a variety of
stocks.  When the dot.com's hit the market, he cashed his
holdings and invested every thing in those stocks.  When the
dot.com's skyrocketed, Clint pushed his holdings hard.  He even
got his father to lend him $5,000, which he promptly invested in
amazon.com.

  When Clint walked across the stage to receive his high school
diploma, the net worth of his portfolio was about $75,000.  At
that point, he heard a rare interview with Warren Buffett.  When
asked the secret of his success in the market, Buffett had
replied that it was because he always sold too soon.  The
significance of Buffett's statement was not lost on Clint.  The
next day, he liquidated all his dot.com's stocks.  At the time,
they were about 10% below their final peak price.  So, like
Buffett, Clint had sold too soon.  He was more than pleased.  At
this point, he repaid his father's loan with $1,000 added
interest.

  Just before entering college that fall, Clint's study of
price/earnings ratios convinced him that the dot.com's could not
possible sustain the ridiculous prices they currently commanded.
Backing his judgment with action, Clint began to sell the
dot.com's short using his $69,000 account balance as the
collateral to permit the short sale.  In the middle of his first
semester, the dot.com's collapsed at an alarming rate.  Clint
covered his short sale and sold the dot.com's short again.  When
the smoke had cleared, Clint moved to a more conservative
portfolio of stocks so that he could concentrate on his studies
in finance and on women.  At that point in time, his net worth
was about $250,000.

------------------------------------

  Naturally, Clint received invitations from every frat house on
campus to join.  He did attend rush week parties because of the
good looking coeds who were always present in abundance.  By the
time rush week was over, he had rejected offers from all
fraternities and had bedded 11 freshman coeds all of whom were
hoping for additional future dates with the good looking stud.

  Several of the rejected fraternity's officers met with Clint to
try to persuade him to change his mind.  They had no chance.  One
frat president asked, "Don't you want to be part of something
bigger than yourself, Clint.  When things get tough, your frat
brothers will be there to help you.  And frat guys get a lot more
girls than independents... THAT's for certain," he had
proclaimed.

  Clint's reply had been short and to the point.  "No, I don't
want to be part of some group.  And when things get tough, I can
handle the problems better than all your frat brothers put
together.  And finally, none of you will ever live to see the day
you get more women than I do."

  The president had replied, "Bull Shit!"

  As Clint walked away, he said, "I fucked 11 different coeds
during rush week a total 27 times.  How many did you bang?  If
you don't believe me, check it out with your frat buddies. 
Several of them were watching and jacking off while I screwed the
women."  Instead of joining a fraternity, Clint leased a very
nice modern two-bedroom apartment.

  Although Clint found his college courses easy and had no
problems finding enough time to ensure that his stock holdings
continued to grow and prosper, he quickly got tired of cleaning
the large apartment.  He much preferred to be spending that time
with women.  Reluctantly, he decided he needed a roommate who
could share half of the housekeeping chores.  After some thought,
he placed the following ad:

--------------------------------

  Male lease holder of a beautiful two-bedroom apartment each
with its own private bath, full kitchen, laundry facilities,
large den, and dining room desires an attractive female roommate,
18 to 25 years of age,  to share all expenses equally.  Complete
privacy assured and expected.  If interested, call 487-9226 to
arrange for a mutual interview and a showing of the apartment.

--------------------------------

  An hour after the ad hit the streets, his cell phone rang. 
When he answered, a female voice at the other end asked, "Are you
the guy who placed the ad about wanting a female roommate to
share your apartment and have her pay half the expenses?"

  "That's correct."

  "Jezz... how stupid can you get.  Tell me, do you have to
practice or is being stupid just one of your natural talents?"

  "I'm sorry you feel that way.  You sound very nice and I hope
you have a very pleasant day.  If you change your mind, please
call back."

  Within an hour, Clint had received a dozen inquiries.  Some
were as insulting as the first one had been.  Others were
hesitant.  Three women made appointments to see the apartment. 
When they had shown up at his apartment, each of them was stunned
at the handsome, sensuous male who answered the door and asked
them politely to come inside.  After the interview, they all
wanted to accept Clint's offer, but each of them was too nervous
about what their parents would say if they were sharing an
apartment with a man and paying half of the expenses.

  On the third day, his cell rang again.  He recognized the voice
of the first caller who had been so intensely insulting.  "Hi. 
Is your apartment still for rent?  I called you earlier."

  "I remember.  Yes, it's still available."

  "Any women actually come by to look at the apartment?"

  "Yes.  So far, I've met four women who wanted to take the
apartment but they declined."

  "Why?"

  "Don't know, but I think it was because of the intense
criticism that they would get from others... such as you,
perhaps."

  "Ah... I see.  It's all my fault."

  "I didn't say that.  Look, why don't you come by tonight at 7
PM and see the apartment.  I'm really not as stupid as you think.
 Have a 4.0 GPA in finance and a large, six-digit portfolio of
stocks... so draw your own conclusions."

  "That makes you sound like a nerd.  Are you?"

  "Come by at 7 PM, see the apartment and judge for yourself
about whether I'm a nerd or not."

  "Somehow I get the feeling that you're not.  Are you
dangerous?"

  "Very.  I'll see you at 7 PM."

---------------------------------------------

  When Clint opened the door at 7 PM for Kathy Williams, they
stared at each other without speaking for perhaps 15 seconds. 
Finally, Clint found his voice and said, "Hi, I'm the stupid male
who advertised for a female roommate.  My name's Clint... Clint
Hunter, and you are..."

  Kathy was awe struck by the incredibly handsome and
powerful-looking male who had just introduced himself as a stupid
male named Clint Hunter.  "I'm Kathy Williams."

  Clint struggled to gain control of himself.  Kathy Williams was
to-die-for gorgeous.  She also clearly had a sharp wit.  Somehow
he had to persuade this creature to take the apartment.  "Hi,
Kathy.  Come on in.  Let me show you the place."

  As Clint led her through the apartment's kitchen, laundry room,
dining room, and den, Kathy found herself unable to take her eyes
off Clint's tight, sexy ass.  His waist seemed impossibly narrow
considering his powerful upper body.  When he turned to face her
at one point, she found herself checking out the large bulge
between his thighs.  "Well?  What do you think?"  Clint asked.

  "Unbelievable... just unbelievable."

  "Well, I think the place is really nice, but I wouldn't go that
far," he smiled.

  It had been a very, very long time before any male had gotten
up enough nerve to tease her.  That was her prerogative.  She
quickly recovered and said, "Let's see the bedrooms."

  "They're right at the end of the hallway.  One on one side, one
on the other.  Mine's on the left.  They both have outside
windows."

  As Kathy walked down the hallway, it was Clint's turn to check
out her hot, sexy ass as it swung enticingly from side to side. 
Once inside the bedroom, she leaned over to test the mattress. 
Her short dress pulled upward giving Clint a delicious view of
her incredibly hot ass.   Kathy turned to face him and he got a
got view of her large, perfectly formed, thrusting breasts.

  Kathy noticed Clint's interest as he checked out her body.  She
usually disdained men who leered at her body in silence, but in
this case, she had just done the same thing to him, so she
considered it even.  Then, Clint shocked her.

  "I'm sorry to stare like a school boy, but you are simply
drop-dead gorgeous.  Perhaps, you will let me apologize for
leering at you by taking you to dinner?"

  "If you will accept my apologies for first calling you stupid
and then suggesting that you're a nerd, I'd love to have dinner
with you.  And we can talk about the rent and the utility costs
because I've decided to take the apartment if I can afford it. 
Before we go further though, I have to ask you something straight
away.  Ok?"

  "Go ahead."

  "If I do take the apartment, are you going to expect to have
sex with me?"

  "You can expect me to try... but I'm very good at taking 'no'
for an answer.  Fair enough?"

  "Fair enough.  One more question if you don't mind.  I have
numerous boyfriends and I like sex.  Is it going to be a problem
when I bring them here?"

  "Not at long as you afford me the same considerations when I
bring a woman here."

  Kathy laughed.  "I think I can handle that.  Can you handle
hearing me scream?  I'm very loud."

  "Probably... if not, I can always take a cold shower."

  "I think we have all that stuff settled.  Where are we going
for dinner?"

-----------------------------------------------

  Kathy moved into the apartment that weekend with Clint helping
her carry every thing inside.  Clint ordered pizza brought in
later.  They divided up the closet space throughout the apartment
and both had a wonderful time out of what was usually an
unpleasant chore.  As they were eating the pizza with diet cokes
for drinks, Clint said, "I rarely order food, but you're free to
do it anytime you like.  I either like to cook or eat out...
mostly eat out as I don't have much time for cooking."

  "Same for me.  We sound almost identical in our tastes.  By the
way, I have a guy coming over later tonight to help me celebrate
my new apartment.  So I guess we'll find out if you're going to
be needing a lot of cold showers."  Kathy laughed while Clint
managed a grin.

  Glenn arrived around 9 PM while Clint was washing up the
dishes.  Clint shook his hand and said, "Forget about me, Glenn.
I'm just part of the furniture.  Kathy and I are just sharing the
apartment for the sake of money."

  Later, just before Kathy pulled her date into the bedroom, she
looked at Clint, who was now working on a report for one of his
classes, smiled and mouthed the words, "Thank you".  After the
bedroom door had closed behind them, Clint gave them no further
thought as he turned his total concentration to the composition
of the report and making certain all references and citations
were present.

  When he finished the report, he got out his stock portfolio to
see if he needed to make any additions, liquidations, or trades.
Then it occurred to him that the room was very quiet.  He had
expected loud female screams of passion.  Instead, he hadn't
heard a word.  He was still pondering that situation when Kathy's
bedroom door opened and Kathy emerged along wearing a robe and
heels, but apparently nothing else.

  She walked directly toward him, and the unrestrained bounce of
her large tits confirmed the lack of a bra beneath the robe.  The
robe's bottom also opened as she walked confirming the lack of a
skirt.  If she wore anything, it was no more than panties.

  "What's wrong?"  Clint whispered so Glenn wouldn't hear.

  "This is fucking embarrassing," Kathy said, also softly enough
so that Glenn could not hear.

  "I understand.  I'll leave and go out for beer.  You have my
cell number.  Call me when it's okay for me to return."

  Kathy was amazed.  "How did you know what I was going to ask? 
I didn't have the slightest idea how to ask you to leave your own
apartment so I can get fucked."

  "There was no sound coming from your bedroom, and I could see
that I was making Glenn nervous.  He's obviously having erection
problems.  He'll be fine once you tell him that I went out for a
beer and to see if I can get lucky."

  "Will you really pick up a woman?"

  "No.  Not my style."

  Kathy grinned and said, "Listen.  Get a beer and come on back.
Just let yourself in quietly.  If you hear me moaning, you know
Glenn's fine.  Just be quiet and every thing will go smoothly."

  Clint shook his head, smiled ruefully, and headed for the door.

  "Anything wrong, Clint?"

  "No.  I was just thinking about what's going to be going
smoothly... I'd like to be doing that.  Have fun."

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  Thirty minutes later, Clint quietly unlocked the door and
slipped into the apartment.  As soon as he opened the door,
Kathy's passionate moans echoed throughout the den.  Her moans
were mixed in with the rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings and
the occasional banging of the headboard against the wall.

  "Oh yeah, Baby.  Aaahhh... Aaahh... harder, Glenn.  Pound it
into meeee... ugh ugh ugh... ooohhh shit that's good.  I'm about
to cum again, Honey... slam me hard... push another finger into
my ass, Lover...  OOOHHHHHHH.... cumminggg!!"

  "Take it, you hot sexy Bitch... UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH... 
shooting in you, Kathy... pumping it innnnnnnnnnn!!"

  In less than a couple of minutes, Clint's cock was hard as
stone listening to his new roommate's passionate moans and
screams as Glenn pleasured her pussy.  He retired to his own
bedroom and shut the door to mute, but not completely blot out,
the wild female groans and male grunts coming from across the
hall.

-------------------------------------------------

  Two days later, it was Kathy's turn to try to study while
listening to the female gasps and moans emanating from Clint's
bedroom.  The slutty brunette had been shocked to find another
woman in the apartment when Clint brought her inside, but Kathy
assured her that she was just "part of the furniture" as Clint
had put it.  The woman was so hot for Clint's cock that it
wouldn't have mattered anyway.  She was rubbing her tits against
his arm and squeezing his cock before he even got her into the
bedroom.

  Two hours later, Kathy was too amazed to continue studying.  It
wasn't the brunette's wild screams that amazed her.  Considering
the size of Clint's cock and his sexy, powerful body, she
expected those.  It was the fact that Clint had been fucking the
woman for two hours straight with the only breaks being
occasional, short five-minute periods.

  She knew that some guys could delay their climaxes for a long
time, but judging from Clint's masculine grunts as he ejaculated
into the woman and her screams for him to fill her full, she knew
that Clint had already put three loads into the woman.  The
protesting bedsprings and females moans suggested that a fourth
load would soon be on its way.  None of Kathy's boyfriends were
capable of anything remotely approaching that performance.

  An hour later, she was pretty certain that two more loads of
cum were inside the wailing brunette.  Finally, shortly before
midnight, the bedroom door opened and the couple came out.  The
brunette looked like she had just been gang banged by a dozen
biker studs.  Her hair was disheveled and her make up was either
smeared or gone completely.  From the way her tits bounced, it
was obvious that Clint had confiscated her bra and probably her
panties as well.  She was unsteady on her feet to the extent that
Clint was having to support her.

  Clint smiled at Kathy and winked.  "Didn't expect you to be up.
 I'm going to drive Susan home.  Be back shortly."

  Twenty minutes later, Clint returned to find Kathy had prepared
some sandwiches for both of them.  "Fantastic!  Clint had
exclaimed.  "You didn't need to do this, but it's great.  Thank
you."

  "I figured after a performance like that, you would need food
to keep from dying before morning."

  "Tell me, did you have to take a cold shower from listening to
Susan?"

  "Cold showers are for men.  Women are much smarter.  We don't
need them."

  "Are you telling me that you weren't turned on listening to
Susan moan, howl, and scream?  She must have had 15 orgasms or
more."

  "I didn't say I wasn't turned on."

  "Well, if you were, how come you didn't have to take a cold
shower?  According to you, women never have to do that."

  "Simple, Honey.  I masturbated three times while you were
banging the hot slut."

  Clint burst into laughter.  "I guess you're right.  That beats
hell out of cold showers."

  As they ate the sandwiches, Clint suddenly said, "Need to ask
some serious questions.  Ok?"  Kathy nodded.

  "Do you any extra money in the bank or elsewhere?"

  "Some.  I've got a savings account that has about $3,000 or so
on deposit.  Why?"

  "I've told you that I'm very, very good at the analyzing the
market.  My portfolio right now is valued around $350,000.  Would
you like for me to open a brokerage account for you?  I'll tell
you every thing that I'm doing with respect to investments and
you can join in or not, as you wish.  I'll also loan you $50,000
to get started.  That, plus whatever money you can add, will get
you off to a good start.  What do you think?"

  "I think that's a very generous offer, but you really don't
have to loan me money to get into my pants, you know."

  "That's insulting!  You've known me long enough to know
better."

  After a short moment for thought, Kathy nodded, "You're right.
I have, and I'm sorry.  I really do apologize.  I'm still not
used to living with a man like you.  Forgive me?"

  "Of course... not a problem.  Would you like to join me in
becoming a filthy rich capitalist?"

  "I'd love to.  When do we start and how?"

  "I'll set up the account tomorrow, have the loan agreement
drawn up, and deposit the $50,000.  You can sign the agreement
tomorrow evening.  After that, we're going to invest in oil
futures.  Right now, the price of oil is under $40 a barrel. 
That's going to explode upward in the next year."

  "How do you know that?"

  "I read... I study... I think... and I'm very, very good at
finance.  Much better than the professors in our finance courses.
 If they were as good as I am, they'd be rich instead of being
professors.

------------------------------------

  Over the next few weeks, Kathy and Clint invested heavily in
oil futures, leveraging their investments to the maximum extent
possible.  They also began to study together as they were both
majoring in finance.  The competition and cooperation between
them sharpened the skills of both to the point that they
completely outdistanced the other university students majoring in
business.

  At least two hours per evening and more on the weekends were
set aside for pleasure, primarily sex.  Kathy entertained a
steady stream of lovers in her bed while Clint nailed an equally
large number of coeds in his bedroom.

  Some of the time, one of them would be studying while listening
to the hot sounds of sex coming from the bedroom.  At other
times, Clint would be mounted on a coed in his bedroom while
Kathy was riding a guy in hers.  When that happened, the sex was
hotter for everyone.

  Near the end of the semester, Kathy had gone out on a date with
a new guy.  She had said he was a science major of some kind and
that his name was Phil.  It was 11 PM and there was still no sign
of Kathy.  Being tired from studying all evening, Clint called it
a night and by 11:15 was sound asleep.

  Clint had been asleep for over an hour, when he aroused from
sleep by movement of the mattress.  When he felt the warmth of a
soft female body pressing against him, he came fully awake.  It
was too dark to see who was in bed with him, but the lush
contours of the woman gave him a good idea.

  "Kathy?"

  "Mmmmmmmm..."

  "Are you all right?"

  "No.  I'm not all right.  I need you," she moaned softly in his
ear as her body undulated sensuously against his.

  "What about Phil?"

  "We went to bed and he caressed and licked me for a long
time... long enough to get me off once and raise me to the
boiling point again.  I told him I needed him inside me.  I
didn't have to ask him twice."

  "I'm not surprised.  So what's the problem?"

  "He mounted me, thrust inside and came after a couple of
strokes."

  "He's probably never had a woman like you.  No control.  But
the second time, he should have been better."

  "Second time?  What second time?  He got out of bed
immediately, thanked me for a great evening, dressed and left
about five minutes ago."

  "Oh... I'm getting the picture... he left you high and dry and
you need a lot more than masturbation or a cold shower will
provide."

  "Oh god yes!  Please.  I want you."

  "We've never had sex before.  This will be our first time.  I
was planning on making the first time something very special...
something wild and exotic.  Playing second string backup to a
jack rabbit isn't quite what I had in mind."

  "Oh fuck!  And I've ruined it for us.  Shit!  I'm so sorry."

  "Like hell you have!  You haven't ruined anything.  I've never,
ever had a woman, particularly not the most gorgeous woman I've
ever seen and the most exotic, crawl into bed with me, wake me
up, and plead with me to fuck her.  That's the stuff of a man's
wildest, most erotic fantasy.  I love it!"

  Without another word, Clint leaped out of bed, flipped on the
night light to provide just enough illumination to see, and
ripped the covers off the bed exposing a naked Kathy.  "Kathy,
I've been dreaming about fucking you since the first time you
walked into the apartment.  Now I'm going to ravish you!"

  "Ooohhhhhhhhh god...  I'm ready... I'm so damn ready.  I've
been ready for months hoping you would take me.  Hurry! 
Please... I can't wait a moment longer."

-----------------------------------

  Kathy wailed helplessly as her vagina throbbed in hard spastic
contractions for the fourth time.  Clint's tongue continued to
slide up and down her sex trench and from there up and over her
engorged, erect clitoris.  It expanded, throbbed, and then
contracted again and again as it responded to the male tongue
licking its surface and its sensitive tip.  Each time the tongue
flicked the swollen organ it brought another hiss of intense
feminine pleasure from Kathy's tortured lungs.

  At first, she had objected when Clint moved his head between
her thighs.  "No... Don't," she had moaned.  "Phil's load is
still in me."

  "Shut up and spread your legs or I'll tie you to the bed."

  Shivers of excitement had coursed through Kathy's body as she
had spread her legs and presented her excited pussy to her lover.
 Now, she was screaming and howling as Clint's lips and tongue
forced repeated orgasms through her body.

  "Ooohhhh... please... cock me, Darling.  Please cock my cunt. 
I need you inside me!  Please... aaagghhhhh!  Uunnghhh! 
aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.... cummingg... I'm cumming again...
aaahhhhhhhhh.... please... fuckkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeee!"

  Clint continue to work on her dancing clitoris and pulsing
pussy for another 15 minutes.  Kathy thrashed wildly on the bed.
Her legs would shoot straight out ... toes pointed ... hips
arched a foot off the bed every time she came.  Finally, Clint
rose from between her thighs and straddled her chest, his rigid,
huge phallus right in front of her big tits.

  Kathy grabbed the organ and rammed it between her breasts which
she pressed together on either side of Clint's steel-hard cock. 
"Do it!  FUCK MY TITS, LOVER. DO IT!"

  As Clint began to thrust his throbbing organ back and forth,
Kathy opened her mouth wide so the cock could enter every time
Clint rammed forward.  The sensation of fucking the blonde's
gorgeous tits and having his cock sucked at the same time was
intensely erotic.  Shivers of pleasure surged through Clint's
body, and he had to use all of his experience to keep from
cumming as fast as Phil had earlier.  In that moment, he had a
lot of sympathy for Phil... Kathy was so damn hot and so damn
sensuous, very, very few men could keep from ejaculating almost
immediately.

  Slowing his strokes, Clint finally managed to get control of
his orgasm.  Reaching back, he pressed two fingers into Kathy's
cunt, found her G-spot and worked it as she sucked him.  When he
felt her pussy beginning to throb in another orgasm, he rose up
over her face and thrust his cock straight down her throat.  She
tilted her head backward and took his entire shaft down her
throat.  After a minute of fucking her mouth and throat, Clint
fired his first huge load straight into her belly as her cunt
pulsed in the aftermath of orgasm.

---------------------------------

  After 10 minutes of lying side-by-side, both chests heaving
trying to draw needed oxygen into their lungs, Kathy turned on
her side, pressed her tits into his chest, and wrapped her hand
around his semihard penis.

  "That was out of this world, Lover.  Just unbelievable. 
Nobody... and I mean NOBODY has ever made me cum that hard and
that many times."

  "That's just the start, Kathy."  He felt her entire body shake
when she heard his words.

  "Can you really get it up again this soon?"

----------------------------------

  "Oh My God!  Fuck Me!  Fuck Me!  Harder, Baby... HARDER!" 
Kathy's hips surged upward as Clint rammed it deep inside her
waiting vagina.  The cock thudded hard into the bottom of Kathy's
cunt bringing repeated grunts of female pleasure each time the
cock stretched her pussy and sank inside her channel.

  "Gonna shoot it in, Kathy...  SPREAD WIDE... SHOOTING, HONEY...
AAAHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK... Love the way you throb around me....
aahhhhhhhhhh!!"

-----------------------------------

  A half hour later, Kathy was mounted on Clint's again hard and
throbbing prick.  Her ass slammed up and down as she mashed her
pulsing clitoris against him.  She fell forward on his body, her
tits mashing into his chest.  Their arms circled the other's body
as their loins pounded together... cock in cunt... fucking each
other until the cock expanded and exploded streams of semen
inside Kathy's contracting cunt.

------------------------------------

  It was 4 AM as Kathy screamed with her head buried in the
pillow, her ass arched high.  "Slam it in, Clint.  Fuck me like a
hot whore, Baby.  OOohhhhhhhh shit... I'm cumming again...  How
can you do this.... aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....  shit... you're gonna
cum in me again aren't you?  I feel you getting
harder...bigger... throbbing....  SHOOT IT, STUD... CUM IN ME,
BABY."

  Masculine grunts filled the bedroom mixing the squishing sounds
the male shaft was making as it fucked in and out of Kathy's cunt
that was awash with her secretions and several loads of semen and
sperm.

------------------------------------------------

  It was noon before Clint finally managed to push his body
erect.  He felt like he had just played 12 quarters of non-stop
basketball.  Kathy lay unmoving beside him.  She was sleeping on
her back with her legs splayed wide.  Her pussy gaped open, still
stretched from the fierce five-hour fucking she had received
during the night.  Semen covered her belly and mound and a small
stream of cum could still be seen leaking from her pussy.

  Clint cuddled up to her and pulled her close.  She awoke
slightly, smiled, and whispered, "Please, Lover.  Don't fuck me
again.  Not right now.  Please."

  "Don't worry, Beautiful.  There's no way I could get it up
again.  You're the first woman who's ever managed to do that. 
Right now, I'm impotent.  All I can do is hug and cuddle you."

  "MMMmmmmmm... and it feels so good.  Hold me, Honey."

  They fell asleep very quickly.  Around 4 PM, Kathy awoke and
shook Clint who slowly opened his eyes.  "Come on, Honey.  I'm
horny.  I need to be fucked," she hissed.

  "You have to be kidding... please tell me you're kidding."

  "I am...  Let's take a long bath together and then go out for
some food.  I'm starving."

  "Me too.  Wonder why?  Wonder how many calories worth of semen
and sperm I shot into you last night?   That's a new way for men
to diet."  They both laughed.

============================

Graduation:

  Things changed very little once Clint and Kathy began adding
sex together to their other activities.  Both pressed hard in
their studies, easily increasing their already very large lead
over all other students in the Business College.  Their
professors were encouraging them to go to graduate school, obtain
advanced degrees, and go into academic work.  Privately, both
Clint and Kathy were amused by the absurdity of that suggestion.
Going into academic work with low salaries, autocratic and often
stupid administrators, and subjected to the moral taboos of the
academy was clearly the height of stupidity.

  Their financial investments were paying huge dividends.  With
oil prices having risen 50% during the previous six months,
Kathy's initial $57,000 portfolio that was leveraged to the
maximum had reached slightly over $96,000 while Clint's $300,000,
after the loan to Kathy, stood at slightly over a half million. 
With oil prices seeming to have no upper nbound, they pressed
their holdings even further.

  Sexually, the insatiable pair were cutting a wide swath through
the ranks of both students and faculty.  In every class, Kathy
generally selected a dozen male students who looked interesting.
It was rare that she failed to enjoy each and every one of them
at least once before the semester ended.  If anything, Kathy's
libido had increased due to the hot encounters with Clint.  It
was not unusual for her to screw two men separately during a
given day.

  For his part, Clint maintained his normal pace of screwing two
different women each week.  On days when he was not exploring the
depths of a new vagina, he was paying his respects to previous
vaginas he had already visited many times.

  Several times a week, they enjoyed each other.  Both of them
found that sex was especially hot when they had just come from
encounters with other partners.  Clint loved the feeling of
"sloppy seconds" and eating out Kathy's cum-filled pussy.  For
her part, the scent of another woman's cunt on Clint's cock and
his body always enflamed Kathy's desire.  Nympho and Satyr were
inexhaustible sexual dynamos.

  The Faculty and their spouses didn't escape the two sexual
predators.  Any professor who even obliquely suggested sex to
Kathy found himself being ridden to exhaustion by the hot blonde
within a week.  Since she already had the highest grade in the
class, it was obvious to her professor that she was fucking him
for the sheer joy of feeling his cock deep inside her pussy, not
for a grade.  That thought always made it an exquisite experience
for her professor, one that he would remember to the day he died.

  Clint had only a few female professors, and everyone of them
under the age of 50 ended up with their legs high in the air and
spread wide as they received the most awesome sex of their lives.
 Since he only had a few female professors, Kathy would let him
know when she was meeting one of her male professors.  Knowing
that the man's wife would be alone was a perfect opportunity for
Clint.  Usually, by the time one of Kathy's professors was
pushing his cock into her cunt for the second time, Clint was
giving the man's wife the first of many fuckings she would enjoy
with him.

  When graduation was a month away, Kathy and Clint began to look
for a suitable financial firm for their first job.  They had both
automatically assumed that it would have to be a package deal...
any firm wanting Clint had to provide an equally profitable
opening for Kathy and vice versa.  That was made clear with all
firms up front.  A few firms balked at the idea, but most, after
examining the stellar academic records of the pair, seeing their
photographs, and considering the size of their independent
portfolios, were competing strongly for their services.  With
graduation two weeks away, Kathy and Clint had invitations to
visit eight different firms for job interviews.  Before
interviewing with any of the prospective firms, Kathy and Clint
laid their plans carefully.

  "They're all going to offer a six-digit salary, probably around
$100,000 per year and 5 to 6% commissions," Clint commented to
Kathy as they sipped an expensive Bordeaux in their dining room.

  "That's my analysis as well.  I think we should flush the
guaranteed salary in exchange for a much larger percentage on
commissions."

  "Precisely!  Damn, but you're good, Honey!  And I don't mean
just in bed either."

  "Oh?  Something wrong with my performance in bed?"

  "Wanna fuck?"

  "That's all you men think about."

  "That's because that's all you women want us to think about."

  "Mmmmmmm... Of course I want to fuck, Darling.  But let's make
our plans first and then I'm going to use you, Baby, really USE
you."

  "Sounds like a wonderful plan, Kathy, but take your tits out
while we discuss the interviewing plans.  Seeing your incredible
tits always gets me in the mood."

  "You are an incurable, randy satyr, Clint," she said with a
seductive smile.  As she said it, she was removing her blouse and
pulling down her bra.  When both 36DD tits were thrusting
directly at Clint, she whispered, "This what you had in mind,
Lover?"

  "Oh hell yes!"

  "Good... Now you just sit there and get hard while we discuss
our plans.  I suggest we go for 9% commissions with no annual
salary."

  "No... no way.  It should be 11% then we'll compromise with
10%."

  "You're a devious, big-cocked Stud."

  "What about the rest?  Possible sex?"

  "Of course.  The CEO is going to hit on me... they all do. 
Think I should fuck him?"

  "We'll be offered the positions whether you do or not, but the
offer may hit 11% if you lay him."

  "What if he's gay and prefers to have you in the sack?"  Kathy
couldn't suppress her giggling.

  "You're a teasing, hot-pussied Nympho."

  "I know.  Ok.  If he hits on me, I'll fuck him.  What about
you?"

  "They'll try to set me up with a hooker, which is bull shit. 
You know I've never been with a hooker.  Why don't you suggest to
the CEO when he hits on you that we have dinner with him and his
wife.  He'll find some way to get you alone and when he does, his
wife will be no problem."

  "You know, with the CEO wild to get into me again and with his
wife urging him to hire us so she can enjoy your cock again, 11%
might be too small.  Maybe we should ask for 15%?"

  That turned out to be the final plan.

---------------------------------------------------

  Kathy and Clint flew first-class to Chicago to interview with
the Lehman and Carlson financial firm on Thursday the week prior
to graduation.  Clint dressed in a new, specially tailored,
$1,500 suit that fit him like a glove.  His silk shirt was
stretched to the limit across his powerful chest and the suit
pants were tight enough to provide interesting viewing for a
woman.  He also took along a tux in case there was a formal
dinner party planned.

  Kathy wore an expensive business suit that on the outside was
proper and conservative, but once she shed the suit jacket, her
white blouse showed just enough cleavage to attract any man's
attention.  In addition, she had had a side slit put in the
skirt, which would show her leg whenever she wished.

  Lehman and Carlson would be under the mistaken assumption that
they were in charge, that they had control of the situation.  In
reality, they were the prey being stalked by two, highly skilled,
intellectually brilliant, sexual and financial predators who took
no prisoners.  Both Clint and Kathy knew Lehman, Carlson, and
their wives stood no chance.

  The formal interview in the afternoon was almost amusing. 
Lehman and Carlson along with their associates posed a series of
questions dealing with financial matters which were elementary
child's play for both Kathy and Clint.  Displaying an awesome
knowledge of current events, financial plans of a wide variety of
firms, market trends, upcoming opportunities, along with a deep
understanding of the psychology of the market and financial
investments, the interview quickly became more of a seminar by
two seasoned professionals than an interview of prospective new
employees.

  At several points, both Kathy and Clint suggested changes in
the approach being taken by some of the associates.  Of course,
this did not endear them to these individuals, but it highly
impressed Lehman and Carlson, who were the ones who made the
decisions.  In addition, once the men removed their jackets
because of the heat, Kathy followed suit and removed hers.  After
that, neither man could take his eyes off Kathy's thrusting
breasts and the expanse of leg being exposed by the slit in her
skirt.  The associates fumed.  Lehman and Carlson got hard.

  The plans Kathy and Clint had formulated worked perfectly. 
That evening, the Lehman's entertained them for dinner in their
spacious mansion.  The place had three floors and a basement with
a total of over 12,000 square feet of living space.  The
appointments of every room were exquisite and expensive.  The
entire place reeked of money and power.

  "Tell me," Douglas Lehman said during dinner, "how did the two
of you manage to amass such a portfolio of stocks while students?
 Are your parents wealthy?"

  Clint graciously nodded to Kathy to reply first.  "My mother is
a waitress.  My father died when I was 10.  So I can truthfully
say that my parents are far from wealthy.  To my mother's credit,
however, she did provide me with enough financial support to pay
my college tuition and books."  After a moment of silence, Kathy
added, "I paid her back with interest six months ago.  I also
told her she was a wonderful mother and that I was exceptionally
lucky."

  The Lehman's were obviously impressed.  They turned to Clint. 
"My parents are both living, so I'm very fortunate in that
respect.  Both of my parents are high school teachers so I don't
need to explain about their "wealth".  But like Kathy, they did
provide a wonderful home and taught me the value and power of
knowledge.  And also like Kathy, they paid for my college
tuition.  I offered to repay them this year, but they refused, as
I knew they would."

  "Well, how did both of you manage to amass such a portfolio, if
you don't mind my asking?"

  Now it was Kathy's turn to nod to Clint to provide the answer
that he chose to provide.  "I saved nearly every penny I made
while working part time.  And as an all-state point guard in
basketball in high school, I got a lot of "under the table" gifts
from donors who wanted me to go to their favored college and play
basketball.  I took their money, but not their university.  All
of that money plus what I made went into various market
opportunities using the skills you saw at the interview this
afternoon.  I invested in dot.com's... sold at the opportune time
and then sold the dot.com's short.  Right now, we're invested
heavily in oil futures."

  "That's amazing!  You bought dot.coms... sold at the right
time... and then had the chutzpah to sell them short!  Amazing...
just amazing.  How about you, Kathy.  How did you get started?"

  "Well... Clint loaned me $50,000, and I had other sources of
income."

  "What?"  Lehman blurted.

  At this point, Beth Lehman intervened.  "Douglas!  That is not
a very gallant nor appropriate question to ask a lady."

  "Thank you, Mrs. Lehman."

  "Please call me Beth."

  "Thank you, Beth, but it's really nothing sinister.  Like
Clint, I worked part time, and, well... men just like to give
attractive women gifts.  I'm sure you have heaped many such gifts
on your beautiful wife, Douglas."

  "Point well taken and acknowledged," Lehman said with a warm
smile.  "Let's have dessert and then I want to give you a tour of
our home, Kathy, while Beth does the same for Clint."

--------------------------------

  Douglas took Kathy upstairs to the Board/Conference Room while
Beth escorted Clint downstairs to the basement computer/Study
Room.  Both Douglas and Beth kept up a steady conversation while
Kathy and Clint listened and waited for what they knew was
coming.

--------------------------------

  "Why don't you take off your suit jacket, Kathy and get
comfortable?  There's no need for formality when we're
socializing."

  "I don't have a lot on under the jacket, Douglas.  Will that
bother you or Beth if she comes in?"

  "It won't bother me a bit.  As for Beth, I think she's going to
be more interested in showing Clint around our house than in
looking for us."

  "All right, Douglas.."

  "Please, call me Doug when we're in private like this."

  "All right, Doug.  But don't say I didn't warn you."  With
that, Kathy removed her jacket revealing the fact that only a
purple teddy was underneath.  "See.  Shall I put my coat back
on?"

  "Oh hell NO!" Doug said quickly.  "You have an incredible body,
Kathy.  I hope you're not offended by my saying so."

  "Hardly.  I might be offended if you just ignored me when all I
have on is this teddy."

  "There's no possible chance of that happening.  Think I'll join
you, if you don’t mind."

  "Why should I mind.  Women like to look at men too, you know."

  "God, I like frank and open women like you, Kathy," Doug said
as he removed his suit coat and shirt leaving him clad in only a
black T-shirt above the waist.

  "Mmmmm... you have a very well-built body too, Doug."

  "Now it's my turn to thank you.  Black stockings... matching
black skirt.  Do your panties match the teddy?"

  Sitting down on the corner of the table, Kathy pulled her skirt
high on her hips revealing her purple panties.  "Any more
questions, Doug?"

------------------------------------------

  Downstairs in the computer room, Beth couldn't take her eyes
off of Clint.  "I'm really sorry to be staring at you like a
school girl, Clint, but you're the most incredible looking man
I've ever seen.  Doug says you're smart, clever, incredibly good
at finance.  I'm sure he's right, but what I see is a woman's
dream.  Kathy is fantastically lucky."

  "Well, from what I can see of you, so is Doug.  I hope you
aren't offended by staring at your body.  It looks like you have
a marvelous shape... better than 99% of all the coeds I've been
around for four years.  Your skirt is short enough for me to see
how beautiful your legs are.  Of course, with your jacket on, I
can't see that much of the rest."

  "I can take it off," Beth said in an excited whisper, amazed
that this young Adonis seemed to be hitting on her when he had
such a drop-dead gorgeous girl friend.

  "I'd like that, but what about Doug.  I would hate for him to
walk in and decide not to hire me."

  "Don't worry about Doug.  I think he's going to be more
interested in showing Kathy  around our house than in looking for
us."  She was removing her jacket as she said it.  "Is that
better?"  She saw Clint staring right at her heaving breasts as
she asked the question.  Her excitement mounted to huge
proportions.

  "Much better.  I would be even better if you unbuttoned your
blouse a little."

  Beth did more than a little when she opened the top three
buttons.  "Better?"

  "Good god!  I knew your had nice breasts, but I had no idea you
could be a Playboy centerfold."

  Beth's eyes dropped to Clint's crotch and saw the bulge of his
erection.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "It's impossible not to get
excited when I see just a little of your body.  I'm
embarrassed... really."

  As Beth continued to stare at the rapidly growing bulge, her
excitement reached the point that she could feel her vagina
throbbing.   "It's very nice to know that a handsome, young man
like yourself still thinks I look decent," Beth said softly,
hardly able to control her voice.  She was so excited she wanted
him to see more.  Turning away from him, she said, "How do you
like the study/computer room complex?"  As she said it, she bent
over the desk just enough to cause her skirt to ride higher on
her thighs above the tops of her stockings.  She knew she was
exposing her thighs.  A delicious thrill rippled through her
loins.

  "Bend over more, Beth, and pull your skirt up so I can see your
sexy ass."

  That was all it took.  Beth moaned as she bent over and yanked
her skirt high on her ass exposing every thing including her
brief white panties, which her gushing vagina was now drenching.

---------------------------------------

  Upstairs in the conference room, Doug had stripped Kathy to the
waist.  She was kneeling in front of Doug her large breasts
heaving with excitement.  Having removed his pants and shorts his
sizable circumcised cock was thrusting right in her face.

  "Oh, you're big, Doug.  Really Big!  I guess powerful men
should have big cocks like this.  Can I suck it?  Please."

  "Ohhhh god... yes!  Suck it, Kathy.  SUCK IT!"

-------------------------------------

  At that moment in Lehman's basement, a bare breasted Beth was
also kneeling in front of Clint with 5 inches of his 9-inch cock
sucked into her mouth.  Her mouth bobbed up and down on his
throbbing organ.  She stopped momentarily and looked up at him.

  "I've never ever had a cock like this in my mouth.  I came as
soon as you pushed it inside."

  "I know.  I love women who come quickly and hard and often...
like you.  Unless you stop me, that was just the first of a dozen
you're going to have."

  "AAAAhhhhhhhhhh yes!" she howled as her mouth sucked in six
inches of cock, the sixth inch sliding into Beth's throat.

------------------------------------

  Lehman had Kathy's leg up on his shoulder forcing her to stand
on her remaining leg while she balanced herself using the table
for support.  Both lovers were naked now except for Kathy's
heels.

  Lehman was driving his prick in and out of Kathy's waiting
vagina.  The position prevented really deep penetration, but he
was nailing 5 inches into her with masculine authority causing
the beautiful blond to hiss with pleasure with each thrust.

  "Fuck me faster, Darling.  I'm going to cum.... please...
NOW... fuck it hard!"

  Doug gave it to her just as she had asked.

  "OOoohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk... I'M CUMMINGGG.... you hot
Stud... you're making me cummmmmmmmmmmm!!"

------------------------------------

  "UNG!  UNG!  UNG!  UUNNGGHH!  AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Beth wailed as
Clint's thick, huge prick stretched her cunt wide open as he held
her leg in the air ramming her again and again.

  "oohhh shit....OOOHhhhhhhhhhhhh gawd damn!  I love it... never
been fucked like this...  ram me, Darling.  I'm about to cum
again."

  "Me too... I hope you're on the pill, Beth, because I shoot
huge loads."

  "Ooohhh ooohhh... can you hold it for a little longer, Darling?
 Please."

  "No need to, Beth.  I won't take me but a couple of minutes to
get hard again.  Before I'm finished, you'll have at least four
loads in you or on you.... you ready, Baby.  Ready to take my big
load and cum on my cock?"

  "Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee.... NOW...  SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...
I'M CUMMING!!"

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  "Ride it, Kathy," Doug grunted as he thrust his cock upward
into the descending cunt.  "Pump your gorgeous cunt on me,
Honey."

  "AAAAHHHH... ugh ugh ugh... Oh shit!  Your big cock is making
me cum again.  Can't help it... cummingg!!"

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  Seated on the raging cock of her hot stallion, Lehman's wife
spread wide open as he powered his cock in and out of her hot
hole.  The squishing sounds of the huge cum load he had just
fired into her were loud and erotic.  The impaled wife was in
fuck heaven as the young satyr used her contracting, throbbing
cunt.

  "Can't believe it... can't believe it... you're hard as iron
again... fucking meeeeeeee... AAAAHHHH... ugh ugh ugh... Oh shit!
 Your big cock is making me cum again.  Can't help it...
cummingg!!"

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  Doug had Kathy on her back on the conference table nailing his
rigid cock in and out of her throbbing cunt.  Her hot hole was
jerking in spastic contractions every time he pulled out and then
drove back into her depths.  He had never felt anything like it
before in his life.

  The hot blond squealed and then shrieked as her pussy exploded
still another time around his cock.  She made him feel like he
was 18 years old again.

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  Clint had Beth on her back on the computer desk nailing his
rigid cock in and out of her throbbing cunt.  Her hot hole was
jerking in spastic contractions every time he pulled out and then
drove back into her depths.  Even though she was in her late
30's, Beth Lehman was a delicious hot fuck.

  The wildly excited brunette squealed and then shrieked as her
pussy exploded still another time around his cock.  He made her
feel like she was a hot slut porn queen.  She loved it...
absolutely loved it as the spastic contractions of her vagina
sent ripples of pleasure through her body.

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  "I need to cum, Kathy.  Do you permit facials?  I would love to
shoot in your mouth and all over you."

  "Doug Honey... I take it any way my lover wants to give it to
me."  She quickly knelt in front of him, opened her mouth wide,
and extended her tongue.  She stared at the tip of his engorged,
throbbing prick and nodded that she was ready.

  Doug's cock exploded his load all over Kathy's face and into
her open mouth.  The load was dripping from her tits before he
finished.

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  "I need to cum again, Beth.  This time I'm going to shoot in
your mouth and all over you."

  "OH GOD! YES!  DO IT TO ME LIKE THAT!"  The fact that he didn't
ask, but just told her that he was going to cream her face and
mouth sent shivers through her body.

  "Clint Honey... Please give it to me just like that."  She
quickly knelt in front of him, opened her mouth wide, and
extended her tongue.  She stared at the tip of his engorged,
throbbing prick and nodded that she was ready.

  Clint's cock exploded his load all over Beth's face and into
her open mouth.  The load was dripping from her tits before he
finished.

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  On the plane ride home, Kathy and Clint toasted their success.
Lehman and Carlson had agreed to a 12% commission with no salary.
 They were to start two weeks after graduation, which would give
them time to move and find a suitable house.

  "How was Beth in the sack, Honey?"

  "Good.  No... she was more than good.  She was great in bed.  I
really enjoyed fucking her."

  "That's good, because I can tell you that she's going to want
more of your delicious prick up her cunt as long we're working
for Lehman and Carlson."

  "How about you?  You told me Doug was good.  Was he really?"

  "Not in your class, of course, but he got me off three times,
and he loved creaming me at the end.  I'm sure he'll be fucking
me regularly at work and whenever he can during the evening."

  "We could swing with them and not have to worry about finding
privacy."

  "That would be convenient.  If they want it that way, we can
certainly accommodate them."

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  The first year at Lehman and Carlson, both Kathy and Clint had
an income of well over a million dollars in commissions, which
made them the highest compensated employees of the investment
firm.  Of course, Lehman and Carlson made a great deal of money
as well.

  The second year, their income was pushing two million each. 
With their continued excellent investments in the stock and
commodities markets, Kathy and Clint's net worth was about 6
million.   At that point, they resigned from Lehman and Carlson
in order to open their own investment firm in the Chicago area. 
Naturally, their more than satisfied clients followed them to
their new firm.

  By then end of their fifth year, Williams and Hunter employed
over a dozen agents who worked under the guidance of both Kathy
and Clint.  Each of their employees were enjoying large six-digit
incomes, and as an added bonus, each male employee got to make
frequent visit to Kathy's eager pussy and each female employee
spread their legs regularly for Clint.  In order to keep the
spouses happy, Kathy had long since seduced and continued to fuck
every husband and Clint regularly plowed every wife.

  At this point, their net worth was in the neighborhood of $40
million and rising rapidly.

  On the fourth anniversary of their firm and close to the
seventh anniversary of their first meeting, Clint took Kathy out
for a gourmet dinner in an exclusive five-star restaurant. 
During the meal, he pushed two small boxes across the table. 
Kathy's eyes lit up like beacons when she opened the first box
and stared at the diamond-studded, gold locket dangling from a
gold chain.  Inside the locket were their pictures with the
inscription on the inside of the lid reading, "For as long as you
want me, I'll be here.  Love, Clint"

  After planting a warm, sensuous kiss on her lover's lips, she
opened the second box.  A diamond, emerald, and ruby studded
dinner ring rested on a velvet cushion inside the box.  Tears
formed in her eyes as she kissed Clint a second time.

  "I've got another present for you, but all you can see is a
photograph of it at this time."  Clint said.

  "What is it?" Kathy said with mounting excitement.

  "Chicago is a good place to work and make money, but for a real
break, for a real vacation we need another place.  So... I've
purchased a small property in Jamaica for us to have a vacation
home.  Here's are two photographs of it."

  When Kathy opened the envelope she saw a luxurious oceanside
mansion.  It looked to have at least 15,000 square feet of living
space, gorgeous landscaping, swimming pool, etc.  "It's
incredible!" Kathy exclaimed in a loud voice.  "When can we go
see it?"

  "I have first class ticket leaving this weekend.  We'll stay as
long as you like.  And I still haven't told you the best part."

  "Tell me, you hot Stud.  Tell me!"

  "The property has two nice cottages in the back for our
servants.  I figure that will come in handy for the black studs
you'll be hiring to take care of the grounds, the swimming pool,
the cars, and your always horny pussy."

  Grinning devilishly, Kathy replied, "You know me too well,
Lover.  And what's the second cottage for?"

  "Well, I'll need to hire some gorgeous black women to do the
laundry, cook the meals, clean the house, and take care of my
cock when your pussy is occupied."

  "What do you think about the two of us doing them together... 
would you like to see me with a big black stud?  I'd love to see
you making a black woman squeal."

  "I thought you'd never ask, Darling."

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