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Subject: {ASSM} Old Friends by Henrik Larsen (M/F, oral)
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Comments are very welcome. My E-mail is henlar@hotmail.com


If, for some reason, you feel offended by sexual stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry, it's all fantasy.

Thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey for editing and proofing.

I spend a lot of time, writing my stories, which I like very much. I also 
spend a lot of time, editing and correction my stories, which I hate. But it 
has to be done, if you are going to read an understandable and reasonably 
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(c) Henrik Larsen 2001.
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Old friends.

I'd taken Friday off to do a little Christmas shopping. It was so difficult 
to find something for my parents and my brother and I usually needed a lot 
of time to look. Even though I did spend a lot of time looking, inspiration 
never hit me until after visiting shop no. 117. I had found something for 
mom, decided to give my dad the usual bottle of Single Malt that he probably 
preferred instead of the usual new tie, but I was desperate for a good idea 
for my brother. It was then she tapped me on the shoulder. My day was about 
to take an interesting turn.

'Hi John. Hadn't expected to see you here.'

I recognised the voice even before I turned around. It was Tina. We'd had a 
6 month explosive relationship some ten years ago and ended up fighting like 
cats and dogs for the last three months. We simply couldn't live together, 
but for some strange reason, we were still good friends, even though we 
didn't see each other very often. Maybe that was the reason.

'Hi Tina. How's everything?'

'Fairly good, thank you. And how about you?' She asked.

'Nothing new, really. Same job, same apartment, same problem finding 
Christmas presents for the family. Found something for mom and dad, but I'm 
all out of ideas when it comes to Peter. Got an idea?'

'An electric nose hair trimmer. Just what every bachelor needs,' Tina 
replied with a grin, picking up a strange looking item next to me.

'Sorry, but he's not a bachelor any more. The poor chap got married in May.' 
I replied.

'Well, now. Then I think you should give his wife some sexy underwear. I'm 
sure he will appreciate it,' Tine quickly replied. She was usually never 
short of an answer.

'God Tina. You know I'm no good at buying clothes. You know sizes and all. 
"How big are her breast? Oh well a good handful",' I joked.

My thoughts were suddenly drifting, thinking back at how good Tina looked in 
very little and how long it had been since I'd had sex.

'Considering the size of your hands, I'd say something like a B-cup. How 
come you grope your sister-in-laws tits?' Tina grinned.

'Alas, even though she is a real foxy little thing, I haven't had the 
chance. I'm just dreaming,' I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

'I take it you're still a happy bachelor?' Tine asked, casually.

'I am. I don't know how happy I am. Work seems to be taking all my spare 
time and it is seriously affecting my social life. At the current rate, I'll 
die as a young, wealthy bachelor,' I joked. 'And I guess you're still with 
Harold?'

'Actually no. He suddenly jumped out of the closet and proclaimed that he 
was gay and had met this gorgeous man, who turned out to be a 25 years old 
bodybuilder. I gather he's walking around in the kitchen dressed as a French 
maid,' Tina said.

'You're joking, right?' I said, even though I had a fleeing suspicion she 
wasn't.

'Yeah, he's probably not dressed as a French maid. But apart from that, I'm 
not. Maybe I should have become suspicious, when he invited me to a drag 
show or when he always wanted me to do it anally. Maybe if I had let him, he 
would have stayed straight,' Tina said dryly.

'Did he listen to Liberaci as well?' I said and added, 'Sorry, not funny,' 
when I saw the tired expression on her face.

'Arh, it's ok. I'm over it now. It's 8 month, three days, six hours and 16 
minutes since I kicked him out,' she grinned.

'Did he do it just like that or did he lurk around a little first? I mean, 
is there a risk that he picked up something and passed it on? You can't be 
too careful about that sort of thing. Aids and all, you know?' I asked. I 
mean, you hear so much and there was justification for worrying.

'No. I've been tested,' Tina replied.

'So, what are you doing here,' I asked, trying to switch to a less sensitive 
subject.

'Nothing much. I work on the other side of the street and planned to buy a 
few essentials on my lunch break. Which means I have to run now. Are you 
doing anything tonight?' Tina asked.

'Nothing whasoever,' I replied.

'How about bringing a bottle of wine over to my place? I'll make dinner and 
we can bore each other to death instead of doing it on our own.'

'Sounds like a great idea. Where do you live nowadays?' I inquired.

'Here's my card. Seven o'clock?'

'I'll be there. White or red? No, never mind, I'll get one of each. See 
you.'

Tina was already on her way out of the shop.


I was a little unsure when I got to the address she had given me. It was an 
office building in an industrial neighbourhood, mostly occupied by smaller 
companies. It didn't look like a place anybody would live. At seven Friday 
night, the place looked deserted. I double checked the address on Tina's 
business card, but it was the address marked as "Private".

The label on the door phone said "TT enterprises". I tried it and to my 
relief, I heard Tina's voice.

'Right on time, dinner is ready. Hurry up here!'

The elevator delivered me to the fifth floor and Tina greeted me at the 
door.

'Are you living here? And what is "TT Enterprises"?' I said as we sat down 
at the dinner table.

'Well, Harold owned the house and I couldn't find an apartment. Technically, 
I'm living with my parents and this apartment is owned by "TT Enterprises". 
It's a company designed to work up a debt. I sell the company to somebody in 
need of a tax reduction and they pass the lease for the apartment on to a 
new company.' Tina said and added, 'It's a little more complicated than 
that, but you get the picture.'

'Slightly immoral, but probably legal. Nice place though,' I said and looked 
around in the tastefully furnished apartment.

'A little immoral, but what does a girl do, when she needs an apartment?' 
Tina said, sounding very, very innocent.

'Yeah, I know. I seem to recall similar problems a long time ago,' I 
replied, referring to our breakup years ago, but I smiled as I said it.

'Ever wondered why it never worked out?' Tina asked.

'I have, but I've never really been able to sort it out. It all seemed so 
perfect, until I moved in with you. I've come to the conclusion that we 
weren't cut out for living together. Deep, isn't it?'

'Real deep. Must be you. I managed to live with Harold for eight years.' 
Tina grinned.

'I guess you're right. I would never have been able to live with a closet 
fairy for eight years,' I replied sharply.

'It's . . . kind of difficult to be alone, all of a sudden. Where does 
someone like me go to get a date? Where do you go?'

'I can't remember. I was dating a girl I'd met on my holidays some time ago, 
but I wasn't joking when I said that work was killing off my social life. 
Come to think of it, it's almost two years ago that I stopped dating her,' I 
said.

'Christ, it must be a little lonely. Nothing on the side, no one-nighters?' 
Tina asked, casually.

'No. Haven't really got the time and energy to run around all the time, 
trying to pick up some chick. Besides, my right hand never starts an 
argument and it never has a headache,' I replied.

Speaking our minds, sexually, had been one of the things that had made our 
relationship so good, while it lasted. The frankness had made it so much 
easier to have a good sex life together and sometimes it even added an extra 
dimension.

'And it's always there when you need it,' Tina added. 'But my right hand and 
a carrot demand a lot of my imagination in making up for the real thing.'

'You're getting the message across. You need to get laid, right?' I grinned, 
knowing her well enough to know that she wouldn't be offended. 'I gather 
you're still dancing. Can't you find a young dancer to help you out?'

Tina had wanted to be a classic ballet dancer, but as she grew up, her body 
grew "out of proportion", as they put it in the ballet school. Mind you, I 
found her proportions very appealing, but then again, I never understood the 
first thing about ballet, despite Tina's attempts to teach me about it. In 
other words, her arse and tits were too big to become a ballet dancer but, 
she still loved dancing and had kept it up.

'No, they're all faggots and those who aren't, are already spoken for,' she 
said dryly, 'and I'm no good at one night stands.'

'No, I guess not,' I replied.

I don't think Tina's sexual needs were particularly special, but she did 
need a lot of time and effort to come. She was special in the way that she 
was the only girl I had ever met who could have more than one orgasm. I had 
often continued to stimulate her after she had come and if she was in the 
right mood, she could get several smaller orgasms, before it became too much 
for her. On top of that, she usually only required little preparation time, 
before she was ready for the next major orgasm. She was also the only girl 
that had been able to make me come more than once the same night. Fond 
memories filled my mind.

'As far as I remember, we used to be pretty good together,' Tina continued.

'That is the way I remember it too. But after all these years, who knows? 
Maybe we are even better now,' I said.

'We'll never know, unless we put it to the test,' Tina said, sounding really 
technical.

'You're right. I mean, it would be a pity not to at least try,' I said in 
the same tone. 'So, do you feel up to it?'

'It so happens that I'm extraordinary horny today. I grew tired of the 
carrot months ago and right now, I really need to get laid. How about you?' 
Tina asked.

She was beginning to have difficulties, keeping up the technical appearance.

'The food tastes great, but I certainly wouldn't mind eating you instead. 
Actually, I think I would prefer it,' I answered.

'Well, be my guest. Get it while it's hot,' Tina said, no longer sounding 
technical, just horny.

I wiped my mouth on the serviette and got up. Tina sure looked good enough 
to eat.

'We'd better clear the table,' I said, still keeping up appearances.

'No, you can have the dessert at the conference table in the board room,' 
she said and opened the door to an adjacent room, equipped with a large 
table and comfortable looking leather chairs. 'It came with the lease and 
I've never known what to use it for.'

'It's the perfect place to enjoy a sweet dessert,' I said, 'and I think I'd 
prefer to preparing the dish myself.'

I walked up behind her and took the hem of her blouse and began to ease it 
up. Tina willingly raised her arms as if she was doing a pirouette. 
Underneath, she had a very flimsy bra, hardly capable of containing her 
tits. It was so tempting just to grab them, but I had planned a different 
strategy, which I knew would work out much better.

I gently kissed her neck and shoulders, then turned her around and kissed 
the exposed skin of her chest and stomach. Tina shivered in sweet 
anticipation. She loved a slow start. I made sure to kiss every square inch 
of her tits, not covered by her bra. Tina put her hand on the back of my 
head, trying to pull me closer, but I gently removed her hand. I was going 
to tease her slowly, no matter how horny she was.

When I felt I had spent enough time on her tits and stomach, I took her 
skirt off. Her knickers matched her bra, and, when I turned her around, I 
was delighted to see that they only just covered half her lovely buttocks.

My light kisses on her buttocks made her shiver and raised goose bumps all 
over her body. I continue a little down her thighs before I turned her 
around again and kissed the front of her thighs as close to her crotch as 
her knickers permitted. The fragrance of her arousal was so lovely and I 
could feel the moist heat from her crotch on my cheeks.

She had already kicked off her shoes and she wasn't wearing any stockings. 
All that remained was her bra and knickers. I stood up and admired her well 
conditioned body.

'You look so incredibly sexy. Somehow, I think you planned this,' I said.

'I did have a vague idea about what might happen,' Tina admitted, 'You know, 
"be prepared".'

'Oh yes. If only it had been like that when I was a Boy Scout,' I replied.

Tina had taken advantage of my temporary distraction and unbuttoned my 
shirt. She swiftly pulled it off, before I once again remembered what I was 
doing. Her bra clasped in the front and even though I hated bra clasps, I 
manage to get it open on first try. Tina's lovely tits literary fell out of 
the diminutive bra. Maybe they were a little less prominent than they had 
been ten years ago, but they were still gorgeous.


Her nipples were already standing out, looking like raspberries on top of a 
blancmange; in other words, ready to eat. I made an exception and went 
directly for the kill, sucking in Tina's left nipple and chewing it lightly.

'Yessss, suck it,' Tina moaned.

Again, she put her hands on my head and pressing my face into her soft 
breast. I removed her hands again and let go of her nipple.

'Easy now. You'll get your chance to set the pace later,' I said.

'Just go on then. I'm so horny and I want to be a really naughty girl 
tonight,' she moaned and pinched her nipples impatiently.

'It does look very naughty when you play with your nipples, but wouldn't it 
be better if you let me take over?'

'Yesss pleeeease.'

I took her nipples between my fingers and squeezed them lightly, gradually 
increasing the pressure. Tina didn't get of on bondage or S&M or anything 
like that, but she loved it when I gradually squeezed her nipples harder and 
harder and then let go all of a sudden. Her nipples were very succulent and 
I think it was the feeling of the blood returning that gave her the kick.

'Squeeze them . . . harder . . . yeeees . . . more,' Tina moaned.

The trick was to increase the pressure very slowly to avoid hurting her. It 
took some time, before my thumb and index finger had closed in as hard as I 
dared. Then I released them.

'OHHHHHH,' Tina moaned loud and threw her head back.

Her nipples became swollen and very red. I knew from experience that they 
also got much more sensitive. I sucked them lightly, one at a time, for a 
few seconds each, prompting Tina to moan loudly again. It was time to move 
on.

As her knickers were tugged down over her shapely buttocks, I realised that 
the auburn patch of pubic hair she'd had before was all gone. Her crotch was 
a bare as the day she was born.

'Ah, I see you have a new habit,' I said, admiring her neatly shaved crotch. 
'Spread a little and let me see how it looks.'

'I got a little carried away, while I was waiting for you to arrive. Do you 
like it?' Tina asked and spread her legs for me to see her lips.

'It looks very sexy and there'll be no hair in my dessert. Wonderful!' I 
said and licked my lips.

She turned round and bent over with her legs a few inches apart. Even though 
her outer lips were swollen and puffy, they couldn't cover her inner lips in 
that position. They were also swollen and glistening with her juices, 
peaking out between the red, freshly shaven lips.

Now that she was standing in that position, I began with her back, kissing 
her buttocks. She purred and wriggled her arse a little, trying to make me 
kiss her pussy as well, but to no avail. Turning her around, I kissed her 
hips and continued over the top of her pussy. Tina spread her legs a little 
more. I kissed my way down the inner part of her left thigh and up her right 
thigh.

Finally, I was at the primary target for both of us. I let my tongue trail 
over her outer lips, feeling how closely she had shaved. She had done a 
really thorough job of it. I almost regretted she had done it before I 
arrived. It could have been very arousing to see or even participate in that 
event.

Tina moaned impatiently as I continued to kiss and lick her outer lips 
lightly. I stopped and looked up at her. It was a really sexy view I had 
from down between her legs: Her swollen, bare lips, her heavy tits and her 
face, all expressing sighs of arousal.

'Do you want to be really naughty,' I asked her.

'Yes,' she sighed.

'Lean against the table and spread your lips for me. Show me how wet you 
are,' I said smoothly.

Tina gave me a horny look and stepped backwards. She leaned against the 
table, spreading her legs wide. With one hand, she spread the outer lips 
while the other parted the delicate inner lips.

'See? See how wet I am,' she panted.

Her fingers manipulated the inner lips, exposing her big clit.

'Here's your dessert. Come on. Lick it, chew it,' she commanded, trying to 
take control.

'It really does look ripe. Does it taste as good as it looks?' I asked.

Tina licked her lips very sensually and let a finger slide down through her 
slit and dipped it in the well. Then she offered it to me. I licked it like 
I would lick a piece of asparagus, slowly sucking the juices from her 
finger.

'Uhmmm, delicious,' I said.

'Then come and get it,' she said and showed an example of her very flexible 
body, lifting her right leg up parallel with her chest. In a strange way, 
this kind of performance was very sexy, not so much because it looked sexy, 
but because it was unusual and because she was so open, so exposed.

I knelt in front of her and licked the outstretched skin between her pussy 
and tiny, crinkled rosebud. I remembered it was very sensitive when she 
spread herself this way. My tongue moved upwards, drilling into her vagina 
before I closed my lips around her engorged clit.

'Yeeess, eat me,' Tina moaned.

I did, for as long as she was able to stay in that acrobatic position, which 
was about a minute. Much to her own dismay, she had to bring her leg down. 
She also  almost pulled me up from my kneeling position.

'My turn now. You have much too many clothes on,' she said and proceeded to 
unbuckle my belt. She wasn't quite as ceremonious about undressing me as I 
had been, undressing her. Within a few seconds, she had pulled down my 
trousers and briefs. Kneeling in front of me, she pulled my socks off as 
well. It hadd always been her opinion that a man with socks on and nothing 
else, was absolutely unsexy.

She stayed down there and looked up at me or rather, at my hard cock.

'You should consider shaving your balls,' she said, thoughtful.

'I'm not very keen on playing with a razorblade down there. It could 
seriously jeopardise my future as a father,' I replied.

'Ah, still using an electric shaver, right? A lot has happened since the 
open razor. We'll take care of that some other time,' Tina said.

She proceeded to run the tip of her tongue up the shaft. My foreskin still 
covered most of the head and she stopped before she reached the exposed 
part. Slowly, she licked the foreskin all around the head. I could feel her 
hot breath. She stopped and looked at it. The exposed part of the head was 
wet from the precum I'd already produced. Moving closer again, she began to 
lick around the rim of my foreskin, licking the precum off. She finished off 
by darting her tongue into the tiny hole from which the precum oozed. It 
felt almost painfully good.

I watched fascinated as her lips closed around the head. They closed 
tightly, pressing the foreskin away and exposing my sensitive head to her 
soft but very active tongue. It felt like a million tongues were licking the 
head at the same time.

'Wow, wow, wow! Easy now. You'll get your dessert a little too quickly,' I 
gasped.

Tina let go for a second.

'It's my turn now and I think I remember when to stop and when to go,' she 
grinned.

Once more, I watched as my cock, or a part of it, disappeared into Tina's 
hot mouth. She took me to the absolute limit before she stopped and got up. 
Frustrating but also extremely exciting.

'Make me really wet,' Tina demanded and lay down on the conference table 
with her buttocks resting on the edge, legs apart and feet on the table.

She was already dripping wet, but I needed the break, and she needed more to 
get even close to an orgasm. It was time to concentrate on her clit and I 
began battering it with my tongue. Tina loved my tongue directly on her 
clit; not too fast, not too slow.

'Go on . . . a little faster . . . yes . . .just like that . . . oh god 
yessss,' she coaxed me, until the I had found a suitable rhythm.

During the next five minutes, her moans grew louder and louder. She was more 
vocal than I remembered her; but then again, we were probably the only 
people in the building. Had there been others, we would surely have been 
interrupted by the police, thinking a violent crime was in progress. But, to 
me, her moans were very arousing.

My tongue was beginning to tire and Tina was beginning to become very 
excited, her hips bucking, all of which made it more difficult for me to 
keep up the tongue lashing of her clit. I straightened my back and moved in 
between her legs.

My thumb took over where my tongue had stopped and with the other hand, I 
positioned myself at the very slippery entrance to her vagina. In one long 
push, my cock was buried in Tina's dripping pussy.

'Yeeessss. This beats a carrot any day,' Tina hissed.

'I'm really flattered,' I replied.

'You should be. I used a big carrot,' she grinned and pushed herself against 
me. 'God, I've missed this. Just shut up and fuck me.'

'Yes ma'am!'

I did. We did. Fast, then slower when I was getting too close. Sometimes, I 
would just keep the tip of my cock at the entrance, teasing her. My thumb 
kept a steady rhythm on Tina's clit. She was really vocal, moaning and 
whining until she suddenly went quiet. She had to concentrate to get her 
orgasm and I slowed down to be able to keep the rhythm until she was there. 
It distracted her if I had to slow down in the middle of it all.

It was very arousing to watch her building up; biting her lip, her eyes 
closed and every muscle in her body tensing. When she stopped breathing, I 
knew she was almost there. The muscles in her stomach began to convulse. Her 
fists clenched the tablecloth. She looked like she was going to pass out 
from the strain of concentrating and I was pretty sure she would one day.

But she didn't pass out this time. Just before she ran out of air, her body 
trembling from the strain, she suddenly inhaled. Her stomach convulsed and 
her hips began bucking wildly.

'Yes . . . Yes . . . YESSSSSS,' she whimpered, growing into a screaming 
crescendo.

It was really hard for me to hold back, but I wanted to. This wasn't going 
to be the end of the night. I pressed my thumb against her clit and kept it 
there until she had calmed down a little. Then I began rubbing again.

'Oh God YESSSSS,' Tina screamed and had another spasmodic attack, slightly 
milder than the first, but still heavier than I had expected.

I waited a little longer the this time, basically because I was afraid of 
coming myself, and I would have done if her pussy muscles squeezed my cock 
one more time. But I got over it and rubbed her clit again.

'On no . . . I don't think I can take . . . Oh god . . . ooooOOOHHHH,' Tina 
whined and arched her back, caught up in another aftershock. I kept rubbing 
her clit this time, until she couldn't take any more and pushed my hand 
away.

It kind of drained her a little. I leaned over her and kissed her deeply.

'This part . . . of the test . . . was definitely . . . a success,' Tina 
panted, after she had recovered a little.

'Absolutely. Should we have coffee, before we go on?' I asked.

'I had . . . Do you remember the first time I blew you? You know . . . when 
you surprised me . . . and came in my face . . .' Tina gasped.

'Yeah I do. You got a little mad because I didn't warn you.'

'But it turned you on to come all over me, didn't it,' she said with a 
naughty smile.

'Well, yes, I guess it did,' I had to admit.

'I know I was mad at you that time, but this afternoon, I was kind of 
fantasising about being really slutty and . . . the thought of you coming 
all over me sort of turned me on,' Tina said.

I raised myself on my arms and began to move slowly in her.

'Sounds really naughty, but I also want to come in you and with you,' I 
said.

'Uhhm,' She closed her eyes. 'You can do that later.'

'God Tina, I don't have the vigour of youth any more. I don't think I can do 
it twice in one night,' I said. 'Maybe we should break for coffee while we 
can.'

'Come on . . . you're not that old. If I . . . Uhmmm . . . can't get you up 
again . . . I don't deserve another . . . orgasm . . . come on . . .' she 
said and locked her legs behind my back.

'I want you to shower me with your cum,' she moaned, urging me with her legs 
to move faster.

'God, you're so naughty,' I said. There was no way out. I knew that I had to 
give in.

'Yessss . . . and you love it . . . you want to see me with cum all over my 
face . . . Oh yessss fuck me . . . you want to . . . come on me . . .' Tina 
gasped.

It was a short, wild ride. When I pulled out of her, she slipped down on the 
floor in front of me, taking half the tablecloth with her. She grabbed the 
shaft and began to masturbate me rapidly, licking the head at the same time.

'Oh God . . . here it comes,' I managed to gasp, just before the first jet 
splashed out on her tongue.

She moved back an inch or two and closed her eyes tightly. The next shots 
splattered out on her face, making her gasp and shudder. She was right; it 
did look kinky and arousing. I felt my knees grow weak and had to put my 
hands on the table to steady myself.

'Oh my God. You'd really saved up to make this a rainy day,' Tina said, with 
her eyes still tightly shut.

I looked down on her. She had streaks of cum running down her face and 
chest. Some in her hair too. Tentatively, she tried to open her left eye, 
which somehow had avoided most of the shower.

'I gotta see this,' she said and got up.

We went into the bathroom and Tina studied her own reflection in the mirror.

'What a mess you made. Don't you ever masturbate?' she asked.

'I do, but somehow it keeps getting refilled,' I answered.

'It looks so naughty, but I think I'll clean up a bit, then we can get some 
coffee while you refill,' she said and picked up a washcloth.

'You drained the last reserves, love. I don't want to sound pessimistic, but 
it is questionable that I'll be able to refuel this side of midnight,' I 
said.

'Don't worry. I have a few things up my sleeve,' she grinned.

'Considering you are stark naked, I can't possibly imagine what you can be 
hiding up your sleeve.'

'You'll see,' she replied.


We put on a few clothes while the machine brewed the coffee. I pulled Tina 
close to me.

'I didn't realise how much I've really have missed you until now,' I said.

'Uhm. I don't think there is anybody that can make me come like you can,' 
Tina replied.

'I don't just mean sex,' I said.

Tina didn't reply. The end of our previous relationship had been a bit 
dramatic. We had an argument and we were both very upset. Suddenly Tina 
picked up an ashtray and threw it at me. She had no intention of hitting me, 
at least, that was what she said and somehow I believed her. It was meant as 
a theatrical gesture. But the heavy ashtray did hit me on the head. Luckily, 
it skipped off, but I was knocked out cold and had to be taken to hospital 
to be stitched together with 4 stitches. We both knew that if it had hit me 
directly in the face, it could have done serious damage. That episode scared 
the hell out of both of us. I moved the next day. Maybe, if it hadn't 
happened, we would have been able to work things out.

'I think the coffee is ready,' Tina said, probably thinking about the same 
thing  I was.

It didn't take long to forget the past again. We talked about work, friends, 
holidays and all sorts of things that old friends talk about, when they 
haven't seen each other for a long time. And I must admit that Tina had done 
a good job. I was very satisfied, sexually. It wasn't on my mind at all 
while we talked. Time just flew, as it does in good company. I think we 
talked for a couple of hours, before Tina brought up the topic of sex again.

'Aren't you curious about what I had up my sleeve,' she said, returning from 
the kitchen with some cookies.

'Oh dear,' I sighed. 'Well, maybe a little, even though I feel drained.'

'Drained is probably the right word,' Tina laughed. 'But I'm sure you have 
build up new reserves.'

'I'm afraid you are overestimating my virility,' I replied.

'I'll bet you I can make you hard again. Tell you what; if I can't make you 
hard again, I'll volunteer as your sex-toy for one night. And I'll do 
anything you say,' she said, sounding slightly excited making the proposal.

'That sounds very interesting and even a little indecent . . .' I said and 
added, 'and a little risky on your part. Aren't you afraid that such an 
offer would counteract your efforts?'

'I know I'm irresistible,' she grinned.

'Still, you might fail. Are you really ready for what I might have in store 
for you, if you loose?' I teased her, not really knowing what I could 
possibly want to do that she might dislike.

'Maybe I have a secret fantasy about being abused by a man like you. Maybe I 
want to be forced to do . . . things,' she said.

'Maybe I have developed into a sadistic monster, who loves to molest pretty 
girls,' I said.

'I seriously doubt that,' Tina laughed.

I was just about to say something about Harold, coming out of the closet, 
but it that would have been cruel. Instead I said:

'OK, maybe I exaggerated a little. Maybe I will tie you up and take 
advantage of you.'

I was a little unsure if she really had such a fantasy. I had never though 
about myself as a dominant type. Inflicting pain on somebody I loved didn't 
seem logical to me. I had tried to tie Tina's hands to the bedpost and 
blindfold her once and it had been exciting, but I think it was one of the 
few times that our inhibitions stopped us from doing something sexual. At 
least on my part. Some of our friends had talked about it and we tried it. 
None of us dared to admit that it had excited us. We dismissed it as "a 
little comical". But I had to admit to myself that it had been very exciting 
and I can't ever recall Tina coming so fast before or after. We never got to 
the part were Tina was going to tie me up and have her way, even though I 
found the thought of that titillating as well.

'That sounds more like it! Do we have a bet?' she asked.

'We do,' I agreed. 'So, what do you have up your sleeve?'

She had put on a robe after we had made love and now she shook the right 
sleeve a little. A carrot fell out and landed in her lap. She took it and 
got up.

'You haven't seen the bedroom yet,' she said.

'A carrot! How clever of you,' I said.

I could feel my cock twitch, just a little, but it did twitch. I'd had a 
fantasy about seeing a girl masturbate for many years. I couldn't recall 
telling her about it, but many men have such fantasies, judging from the 
contents of pornflicks, so I assumed she was guessing.

'I am clever. And it's peeled,' she answered as we entered the bedroom. 'And 
what do you think I want to do with it?'

'Well, you might want to have a snack, but since you are such a polite 
person, you would have offered one to me too, if that was the case. Now, 
what could you want to use a fairly big, peeled carrot for?' I said and 
looked very thoughtful. ' . . . No, I give up. You'll have to tell me . . . 
or show me.'

'Sometimes, when I'm alone in the evening,' she said, laying down on the big 
bed, 'I feel so horny and . . . my imagination begins to take over.'

She untied the belt, holding the robe together.

'I always have a little bottle with some oil near the bed and then I get a 
carrot from the kitchen.'

She reached over to the nightstand and picked up a little bottle. Her robe 
fell open.

'I like my tits to be slick and slippery,' she said and opened the bottle. 
'But maybe I should get rid of this first.'

She slipped out of the robe and threw it on the floor, before she poured a 
little oil out on her tits. Slowly, she began to rub it in, kneading them 
thoroughly.

'If I'd been alone tonight, I would probably fantasise about what would 
happen, if I lost my bet.'

Her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them, pressing the areola and 
nipples out.

'You would tie me to the bed . . . blindfolded . . . helpless. I would be 
able to hear you . . . smell you but not see you. You'd rub your cock on my 
face . . . on my lips. You'd make me kiss it and lick you balls . . . before 
you forced it into my mouth.'

It sounded as if she was trying to imagine what I would fantasise about, 
more then telling me about her own. It was somehow disappointing. I mean, I 
can fantasise on my own. Her fantasies were what I wanted to hear. But then 
again, I wasn't really sure if I wanted her to win this wager.

She continued like this for a little while, slowly getting more and more 
aroused herself. Gradually, it began to sound like her fantasy.

'I feel your hands all over my body . . . you grab my tits and knead them . 
. . hard . . . your fingers . . . tweak my nipples . . . making them so sore 
. . . wonderfully sore and sensitive . . .'

Her hands and fingers mimicked her words, pulling and twisting her slippery 
nipples. I was very tempted to join her on the bed already, but I wasn't 
even at half mast.

'I'm left to your mercy . . . your hands are everywhere . . . you slide a 
finger inside me and you can feel how wet I am,' she moaned as her index 
finger disappeared from my view. 'You . . . untie me . . . and turn me 
around.'

She got up on her hands and knees, turning her curvaceous arse towards me. I 
loved her arse and she knew it.

'I can feel you behind me . . . feel your cock . . . you are going to take 
me . . . like a dog . . .'

Her breathing was quickening. She had picked up the carrot and inserted 
about an inch into her pussy.

'You're going to take me . . . hard,' She moaned and plunged down on the 
bed. The carrot was forced into her, all of it. 'Sooo deep . . . Your 
fingers . . . rub my clit . . .'

Tina was aroused. Still, she was observing me and almost before I had 
noticed myself, I could see on her smiling face that she had won the bet. 
Miraculously, my cock was almost fully hard again. It distracted Tina. 
Reality superseded her fantasy.

'I won,' she panted, looking at me over her shoulder.

I had been standing next to the bed, a few feet from the edge. Tina turned 
around and waved me closer.

'I'd better do the rest of the hardening by hand and mouth,' she said and 
cupped my balls gently.

I put my hands on her head.

'You really got into that fantasy, didn't you? Maybe we should make another 
bet to give you the chance to make your fantasy come true?' I said 
teasingly, holding her head an inch from my cock.

'Ummmmm maybe . . . Do you want to win?' she replied.

'I think so . . . and I think you'd like that too,' I said, still holding 
her head back.

'We'll see . . . Maybe you can think of a good wager.'

It wasn't really what was on my mind. I let go of her head and Tina 
literally sucked most of my cock into her hot mouth. The exquisite treatment 
sure took care of the last bit of hardening.

'I think it's about as hard as it gets,' Tina giggled and looked up at me.

It was. I lay down next to her on the bed and we embraced each other, 
kissing deeply. We had been so busy having sex that we had kind of forgotten 
how nice it really is, just to kiss and caress each other. That's probably 
the result of living in celibacy for too long.

Tina must have missed it too. It was just so nice. It took a long time, 
before Tina broke the embrace and looked down between us. My cock had been 
pressing against her, when we started, but somehow, it had lost a little of 
the vigour  she had blown into it.

'Hey now! Are you backing out on me?' Tina said, taking my somewhat deflated 
cock in her hand.

'No, I was just relaxing,' I answered.

Just the touch of her hand was enough to start the hardening again. Tina 
apparently felt the need to do more and turned around. She straddled my face 
and lowered her pussy to my mouth.

'You can work a little too,' she said.

I certainly didn't mind. I loved going down on a woman and now I had time to 
enjoy how lovely it was to lick her shaved pussy. No hairs in the mouth and 
I could lick and suck her outer lips. They were all smooth and puffy, really 
wonderful to suck on.

Back when we had been together, we usually did a sixty-nine side by side, 
but having Tina on to of me was almost better. I could caress her arse with 
both hands and, I could reach her tits. Her nipples were still slippery from 
the oil and it was kind of difficult to get a good grip. They slipped 
between my fingers, when I squeezed them. It felt funny but judging from 
Tina's moans around my cock, she liked it.

I liked it a lot. I loved to feel how swollen her pussy was, how the flow of 
juices increased and, of course, also her mouth and tongue, doing wonderful 
things to my cock. It was comforting to know that it would take a lot more 
to make me come the second time and at the same time knowing that Tina was 
the opposite. But like in the old days, she always tried her best to make it 
good for me. I was almost relieved, when she let go of my cock and slowly 
scooted her arse down over my chest and stomach, until her pussy was level 
with my cock.

She took hold of my cock and held it in the right position, then she began 
to move back towards it. Agonisingly slowly, my cock entered her. It was 
such an exciting sight. She had the most wonderful curvaceous arse and it 
was displayed at its best this way; kneeling, her back arching and her legs 
spread.

When she finally had impaled herself completely on my rod, she managed to 
unfold her legs. Sitting with her legs wide apart, she leaned forward until 
she was resting her chest on the bed. She was so open, so stretched out that 
I hardly could believe it, despite her dance training. For a person who 
hardly can touch his own toes, standing up, this kind of performance is very 
impressive.

She was only able to rock back and forth a little, but it didn't really 
matter. It looked and felt so good.

'God, you are incredible, Tina,' I gasped.

'I feel so open . . . centripetal . . . ' Tina gasped back.

Centripetal! I could only think of one place I'd heard that word used 
before. What was the next line in that song? "It's perpetual bliss." Bliss 
it was. Perpetual, well, time would tell, but most likely not.

Tine's position did make her very open. Her buttocks were spread wide and 
her tiny, pink rosebud was stretched out. It was twitching every now and 
then, almost as if it wanted to attract my attention. Tina disliked anal 
intercourse, actually any kind of anal penetration, but she certainly didn't 
mind a little attention back there.

Light as a feather, my finger trailed down between her luscious buttocks. 
Tina held her breath, waiting for it to reach the very sensitive spot. Very, 
very lightly, I circled her pink arsehole, barely touching the sensitive, 
crinkled skin.

'Mmmmm yes . . . Ooohhh . . . yes . . .' She exhaled.

She twitched more, pulsating, trying to catch the tip of my finger or at 
least lure it to the centre. Teasingly, I avoided the centre, circling, 
getting close and then moving away again, touching the skin between her 
arsehole and pussy. For several minutes, I teased her like that with the 
lightest of touching.

She tensed when the tip of my finger finally touched the centre. I wiggled 
it in the pulsating rosebud, not trying to penetrate the dry opening, just 
tickle it. She strained, pushing back a little. My finger made full contact, 
rubbing firmly against her hole.

'Oh god . . . yessss,' she moan, squirming, 'like that . . . don't . . . 
push.'

'I know,' I relied, hoarsely.

'God, it feels . . . gooooood,' she moaned, trying to grind herself against 
me, but the way we were lying, there wasn't much contact in the right 
places.

It must have felt good enough for her too, because she stayed in that 
position, enjoying my finger caressing her arsehole for a long time. She sat 
up and still sitting on my cock, she turned sideways. My cock went in really 
deep in this position, deep enough to touch her cervix. It kind of grabbed 
the tip of my cock and tickled in the most exciting way, when she rocked 
back and forth, even if it was only a fraction of an inch. I loved this and 
we had done it before, in the past. It wasn't always that Tina wanted to 
have me that deep. Sometimes, it hurt or made her feel uncomfortable, but 
not tonight.

I put my hand on her thigh and moved down towards her pussy. Slowly she 
began to rotate her hips in sync with my finger on her clit. Deep inside 
her, the tip of my cock rubbed against her cervix. It was intense, so 
intense but not in a way that made me come. It was intense in the same way 
that a piece of music can be intense.

Tina's hips moved faster and more acute. She began to move up and down as 
well, but her position wasn't right for that. She turned a little and lay 
down next to me. We shuffled around a little until we were in the perfect 
position; side by side with my right arm around her, our legs entangle.

'Um,' she purred and lay back on my arm. 'Now it's your turn to do all the 
work.'

'I'd be delighted to,' I answered.

I took good leverage and trusted into her while my finger still worked 
firmly on her clit.

'Yeesss, do it hard . . . I . . . want to feeeeeel you. Just . . . like old 
times,' Tina moaned.

This used to be one of our favourite positions and it did feel a lot like 
old times. I couldn't help thinking it was so much better than it had ever 
been with anybody else.

Tina's moans and cries told me she was very close to coming. I wanted to 
come with her, but it was as if the previous orgasm had numbed my senses. It 
sounds crazy, I know, but I suddenly feared that I couldn't come. I tried to 
concentrate on the feeling and trusted into her, harder and faster.

My right hand had been caressing her right breast, but now it squeezed it 
very tight. I felt the contraction in her pussy just before she let go of 
everything. And I felt relieved. It was just what I needed. I could feel my 
own orgasm approach and hammered into Tina relentlessly. My right hand 
cramped around her breast and my finger mashed her clit flat.

Tina squealed and arched her back, trusting back against me. I was almost 
there. If I just could do it a little harder, a little faster. Then I felt 
Tina's hand on my arse. Her finger snaked in between my buttocks and, like a 
spur, urged me on. That finally did it. With a hard, deep trust that made 
Tina's head bang against the headboard, I came. It was indescribable. 
Everything went black for a second, then I could feel my cock jerk, 
squirting whatever was left deep inside Tina's womb.

I relaxed. My muscles loosened up and I let go of Tina's poor breast. We lay 
close, panting and very exhausted.

'God, we're so good together,' Tina panted and looked at me with shining 
eyes.

'The best,' I answered and kissed her.

'Why . . . why didn't it work out?' she asked.

'I don't know. Honestly.'

'When I saw you today, I . . . I suddenly felt that . . . if we tried again, 
we could make it work,' She said, looking more serious.

'You want to give it another try?' I asked, knowing that it probably was 
what I wanted, too.

'You could start by staying over,' She giggled.

'That's a start. I don't think I want to get up and go out now anyway,' I 
answered with a smile.

'OK, but we have to switch sides.'

'No, I don't want to lie in the wet spot,' I protested.

'Why not. You made it,' she replied.

'No, you did. You drained me the first time around.'

'Now honestly. You are just as responsible for that spot as I am.'

We suddenly looked at each other and began to laugh.

'This is not going to work, Tina. Let's try one more time. And let's start 
by changing the sheets!'



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