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Going Home (MF, MFF, MMF, rom, oral, anal, bd)



   Copyright 2002 by Sir Eos Portman.  All rights reserved.  This story may
not be used for any commercial purpose without specific permission from the
author.  Permission is given for posting and archiving on ASS, ASSM, ASSTR
and related sites.



   This is a sex story.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex.  If you
are a minor, if your local laws prohibit adult content, or if you don't
want to be exposed to this type of material, do not download or read this
story.



   It's just a story.  It's not about real people and it doesn't provide
information or advice about real sex.



   I hope you enjoy reading this story.  I initially thought that "Going
Home" would be a simple little fantasy.  I got into it, though, and added a
number of scenes.  I had never written a dirty story before.  It was harder
than I expected but I had fun doing it.  Please send comments to
-**sir_eos@hotmail.com**-.



   ------ * -----



   I scan a bank of monitors showing flights to cities all over the world,
but I'm only interested in one - going home.  I find my flight and check
the departure time.  As I look right at it, my flight changes to
"Cancelled." I pull out my phone and call my travel agent.  She checks
other flights as I quick-walk through the crowd.  There's one more flight
today but it's full and it doesn't leave for five hours.  I enter the
members' lounge, flash my card without pausing, and march straight to the
ticket counter.  I get my face right.  I am friendly, calm, and important,
someone you want to help.  I have a first class ticket that shows I paid
full fare.  I bargain.  I plead.  It all does no good; I'm standing by for
the 9:40.

   There's no reason to hurry now.  I wander toward the free drinks at the
refreshment counter.  I ask a small, attractive woman in an airline uniform
for a glass of white wine and she pours it for me.  I sip inexpensive wine
from a plastic cup and survey my surroundings.  The large open room is a
sea of business travelers.  Some are in groups but most are alone, seated
as far apart as the crowd will allow.  An alcove at one end is screened by
plants and looks more comfortable than the open room.  A chair in the
corner is empty.  I clear away bottles and cups from some previous long
stay and settle into the frayed upholstery.  I phone home, knowing that she
won't be there for several hours, and leave a message.  I dig out the novel
I'm reading.  With luck, I'll lose myself until it's time to go.

   "May we join you?"

   I'm irritated as I look up, but it's Mike, a good friend from my
previous job.  I feel a burst of nostalgia at his friendly smile and firm
handshake.  Behind him are Meg, Bill, and Patrick, the young team that I
had mentored when I worked at the company.  He asks, "Are you standing-by
for the 9:40 too?"

   The people next to me are just leaving.  The gang piles their luggage
and goes for drinks.  I've exchanged e-mail with Mike but I haven't seen
any of them since I left.  They're a little older but still as brash and
confident as ever.

   Returning, Meg says, "Looking good Doug.  You've lost some weight."

   "Hard work and clean living," I reply.

   The bullshit continues.  The gang is blowing off steam after closing a
big deal.  With high drama, they catch me up on the office gossip.  Patrick
fetches fresh drinks.  Handing me a cup, he asks, "So who was that woman at
the Burbank airport?"

   This is unexpected, but he must mean my trip six months before.  "Oh,
yes." I study my wine, "That was Ashley Jackson."

   "Not the porn star," says Bill.

   "Well, yes.  We've known each other for a couple years."

   "Your regular hooker?"

   "No, nothing like that.  We're ...  friends."

   "Very good friends, too," says Patrick.  "When I got off the plane,
there was Doug with this spectacular woman wrapped around him.  Wasn't she
calling you `daddy?'"

   I roll my eyes and say to Mike, "He hasn't changed."

   Mike says, "Well, I'm glad you've met someone.  It's been a long time
since Beth passed."

   Bill asks, "How do you meet a woman like that?"

   I can't help grinning as I remember.  "I met her in the men's room at a
state park in western Massachusetts."

   Mike says, "Sounds like quite a story, Doug.  Tell us the details."

   "You mean you want the dirty parts."

   "Hell yes," says Meg.  Meg is from Montana.

   I notice people sitting near us.  "This may not be suitable for a public
place."

   "Give `em a thrill." She's in a rowdy mood.

   It would help pass the time.  Ashley herself tells a raunchy version of
this story so I don't think I'm compromising the lady.  "OK."



   Did you know I took a trip around the country in an RV?  I did some
hiking and took a lot of pictures.  Well, I stopped for a few days at this
park in the Berkshires.  It was early summer.  The mountains were beautiful
and the weather warm.  The first morning, the air was fresh and clear as I
walked down a dewy trail to the central building.  The park had the usual
facilities with showers in the rest rooms.  No one else was in the men's
room.  I took a shower and when I stepped out, there were these two
gorgeous women.  The noise of the water had covered the sound of them.

   I was stunned.  Both were tall, 5'10" or so, wearing little nylon
running shorts and sports bras.  They had dark skin and long hair.  One was
blond and the other Hispanic.  The blonde was leaning over the sink, doing
her makeup in the rusty little mirror.  She had this great firm round butt
that was thrust out, stretching the tight little shorts.  Her legs were
long, tanned, and strong like a dancer's.  Between them, I could see the
outline of her pussy through the stretched shorts.  Her friend was facing
me, bending down to tie her shoe.  She had exceptionally large breasts that
pillowed up from the top of the sports bra and came together in the most
fascinating cleavage.  Her long dark hair fell forward to frame bright
laughing eyes.

   She said, "Nice to see you too."

   I was giving them the full Monty and hadn't even noticed.  I fought an
urge to suck in my gut and forced myself to move naturally.  I asked, "Are
you sure you're in the right room?" as I got my towel and started to dry
off.

   The blonde checked me out in the mirror and shifted a little to show her
pussy more.  The darker one looked at me directly, her nipples poking out.
The blonde replied, "Looks like the right room from here.  Anyway, there's
this fat pig hogging the sink in the ladies'."

   Her friend dug a little, "Why?  Are we bothering you?"

   "You can see how you bother me.  It's not being naked.  If you want to
look at me, it's your tough luck." They laughed at that.

   They picked up their stuff and headed for the door.  On the way out, the
blonde said, "Not bad for an old guy."

   The other one added, "Later, definitely."

   The sight of them got me all worked up.  It had been a couple weeks and
I was itching.  I went for a long walk in the woods.

   Late that afternoon, they stopped by my camp and introduced themselves.
The blonde was Ashley and her friend was Victoria.  I didn't know until
then that they were porn actresses.

   Victoria wore a little spring dress that was clearly intended to
overpower men.  It was short with a low scooped neckline held up by little
straps.  The swell of her breasts was on display.  She stood with perfect
posture and presented her body without an ounce of tension.  Her hair fell
in an elegant curve over her bare, feminine shoulder.  Her hips moved
invitingly beneath the light fabric.  Her handshake was warm and receptive
and I was breathing hard when she released my hand.

   Ashley was wearing short cut-offs and a thin, tight v-necked shirt.  The
shirt clung to every curve of her full natural breasts and her lean
stomach. It stopped about two inches above the waistband of her cut-offs,
which were low across her hipbones.  Large areolas were visible through her
shirt in the afternoon sun.  Her body was arrestingly sexy but her face was
like a little girl's - expressive, open and wild.  Her mouth was small like
a child's with full lips that stayed naturally parted.  Her large, blue,
almond-shaped eyes were a little sunken so she seemed to look out at the
world.  Her appeal didn't seem as deliberate as Victoria's and I liked her
from the start.

   I opened a bottle of wine and the girls sat side-by-side on the top of
the picnic table.  There were lots of legs and cleavage and jiggling
breasts.  Victoria leaned back on her arms.  Ashley sat casually with her
knees apart and her ankles together.  The crotch of her cut-offs was just
wide enough to cover her pussy.

   Ashley apologized for barging-in on my shower.  Everyone else at the
park was my age or older, she said.  When the ladies' room was busy, the
girls thought it would be fun to tweak some old guy's tail.  "The look on
your face was worth it too." We all laughed at that.

   Now that the ice was broken, it felt good being around these lively
young women.  Both of them were flirting with me.  I suspected they always
did that, but they weren't making fun of me and they were the two sexiest
women I have ever seen.  They agreed to stay for dinner and I barbecued a
chicken.  We talked for hours.  Their opinions were intelligent and
extremely irreverent.  I had to work to hold my own, and not just because
their bodies kept distracting me.  Living alone, I missed a good
conversation at dinner and they didn't mind my staring.  In fact, they
played up to it, flashing their bodies and eating chicken in a most
provocative way.  I felt young.

   The evening cooled off so we moved to sit closer to the fire.  The girls
sat against me on each side.  They quizzed me about my past, whether I was
married.  I told them about Beth, that she had died.  They steered the
conversation toward sex.

   I looked at Ashley in the firelight.  I wanted her more than anything in
the world.  She was sexy and spunky and smart.  She scared me - it was
absurd to think that I could have this woman - but desire was stronger and
she was so close.  I leaned over and kissed her on the lips.  She kissed me
back enthusiastically.

   Victoria chuckled.  "Ash, are you gonna fuck this guy tonight?  If not,
I want him."

   Ashley said, "No Victoria, he's mine," and gave me another kiss.

   We stood up.  Victoria kissed me goodbye with a lot of tongue.  "You're
missing a treat."

   "I'm sure of that," I said.

   Victoria pecked Ashley on the cheek.  "Be good," she said smiling and
melted into the night.

   I put out the campfire.  Ashley said simply, "I'll be in here," and went
into my RV.  When I joined her a moment later she was standing there naked.



   The gang is now quite still and focused on my story.  No one else in the
lounge seems to be paying attention so I keep going as I remember.



   Her face had lost its little girl quality.  She looked at me directly
with her eyes narrowed in a feline way.  Her mouth was parted invitingly.
She brought her hands up under her breasts and hefted their weight.  She
looked down at them and then up at me, connecting us with her eyes.  Her
breasts filled her chest between her armpits and were longer than they were
around.  They stood firm with a soft natural sag.  The lamp behind her
highlighted the profile of her breasts and the curve where her narrow waist
flared to a broad hip.  A patch of light-brown pubic hair made her seem
more real but her legs went on forever.

   I stripped off my clothes as I looked and then embraced her with the
full length of my body.  Her breasts pressed against my chest.  Her skin
was warm and very soft, her body firm and strong.  I kissed her and she
kissed me back without reservation.  No limits.  One hand held my head
while the other was on my butt.  My cock was rising and I could feel it
sliding along her skin.  I moved a little to feel it more.  Our eyes met
when we broke the kiss.  My cock was rock hard.

   She walked back to the bed and lay down.  She lifted her knees and
spread her legs while her hands moved down to her pussy.  One was in front
and the other reached in from the side below.  She used both hands to
spread her lips.  Inside, she was pink and moist.  She looked me straight
in the eye while her fingertip stroked her clit.  I went to her.  I kissed
her once on the thigh and then on her pussy.  I licked it from the bottom
to the clit.  She said "Yea," and opened her legs wider.

   I worked on her pussy with my tongue and lips.  She got into it too,
moving herself against my face.  She was tasty but I had been itching all
day.  I moved up over her.  I paused at her breasts and took one in each
hand.  Now I felt them for myself.  I squeezed gently and licked each
little nipple alternately.  On and up again, we kissed, still no limits. 
Her hand slipped between us and took my cock.  She pushed the head down to
the opening of her pussy.  I thrust in, smooth as silk.  I stopped there,
up on my hands looking down at her with my cock all the way inside.  She
was magnificent.  Her large breasts spread naturally over her chest, the
nipples hard and crinkley.  Her face was flushed.  She smiled at me with
her eyes and her mouth, her blonde hair scattered on the bed.

   "Yea," she said again.

   Her pussy was tight and she squeezed me internally.  I took a couple of
good long strokes but all of a sudden the pressure in my cock was almost
too much.  I stopped again.  "Shit, I'm gonna cum."

   "It's OK," she said.  "I'm almost there too."

   I slowly pulled out until only my head was inside her, then in until our
pubic hair ground together.  Somehow I settled down.  I started stroking
again and we found a good rhythm.  It was easy to read how she wanted to
move.  We increased the pace slowly.  I was fucking the sexiest woman I
have ever seen.  I tried to imprint every detail on my brain: the tightness
of her pussy, the feel of her breasts, the sound of her breathing.

   I took a couple more long strokes then moved so my shaft was pressed up
near her clit.  We ground together for a time.  Her arms were around my
head and she smiled into my face.  A rush of need, ego and hormones was
building through my whole body.  I started stroking briskly again.  I moved
my hands down and cupped the cheeks of her ass.  I used the leverage to
fuck her hard.  It was fiercely satisfying and I knew I could only do this
for a couple minutes.  That was all it took.

   Her body spasmed.  She bit my shoulder hard.  Her pussy clamped down on
my cock and that set me off.  My orgasm was so intense it was painful.  It
ripped through my whole body and I kept stroking through it.  As it was
ending she spasmed again, yelling, "Fuck, oh shit." It startled me; I'd
never had a woman that was so orgasmic.  I kept moving inside, enjoying the
afterglow.  Her sopping wet pussy throbbed around my cock.  We kissed, long
and deep.  I propped myself back up on my hands so I could look at her
again.  She was sweaty and wild and wonderful.



   I pause and sip my wine.  Bill looks uncomfortable.  Patrick, the
salesman who always has a line, is quiet.  Meg says, "That's it?  Are you
saying that Ashley Jackson fell in love with you just because you threw her
a quickie in your RV?"

   "I didn't say `love' and I didn't say that was it."

   Mike speaks up.  "Go on.  We want to hear it all."

   "OK," I say as the memory of that whole evening comes back.



   Ashley and I lay quietly in each other's arms.  I felt peaceful but not
at all sleepy.  After a while, I moved my hand under her back and started
rubbing her a little.  She gave an `mmmm' of approval, then directions,
"out a little ...  down just a little.  Oh, that's it right there."

   She definitely had some tight muscles, the kind you get from riding in a
car all day.  "Roll over," I ordered.

   She did it without comment.  I straddled her back with my knees and sat
on her butt.  My cock lay along the top of her crack.  I explored her whole
back with my fingers, finding the tight spots and working them out.  With
every new muscle she would thrash around a little and groan.  When I was
done, I lightly brushed the whole length of her back with my fingertips. 
That got some very satisfied `mmm'ing from under all that blonde hair.  I
rubbed her for an hour and I only quit because my knees were on fire. 
Getting old is a bitch.

   I stood up very creakily and got some baby oil from the bathroom. 
Walking back to the bed, I saw the backs of those long legs leading up to
her smooth round ass.  "It's time to do your feet."

   As soon as I started rubbing her foot, she was thrashing and groaning
louder than before.  "God, I can feel that in my ear."

   I worked both feet and up her calves.  She was groaning and thrashing
most of the time.  I changed position to rest my knees and so kept going
until she was relaxed and `mmm'ing again.  "Turn over," I said.

   She rolled over, legs apart, and I put some baby oil on her thighs.  I
started rubbing her quads but her pussy distracted me.  My hands wandered
and she spread her legs wider.  Her pussy was a total mess.  I must have
cum about a gallon in there.  Milky cum was dripping down to her asshole in
a blob.  It matted her pubic hair and coated her crotch.  The lips of her
pussy were shiny pink and a little parted.  I lightly stroked them and they
were slicker than the baby oil.  I had an urge to stick my face in there.

   Her reaction was immediate.  "Oh, yes."

   Her hands held my head to her.  My face was coated with cum from ear to
ear.  It was pungent and salty and totally slimy.  I started cleaning her
like a cat.  I had to swallow frequently.  I alternated licking with just
rubbing my face around in the slimy mess.  With my face loaded with cum, I
moved up to kiss her.  She shrieked when she saw me coming and tried to
hide under the sheet but I got her anyway.  We ended up giggling and wiping
our faces with the sheet.  Imagine me giggling.

   I went back down and now it was easier to eat her properly.  She spread
her knees out and back so her pussy was prominent.  At first, I used my
fingers to spread her open and tongue fucked her.  She put her fingers in
my hair and pushed herself against my tongue.  I moved my arms under her
legs so my hands could grab her breasts.  I kneaded them and rubbed the
nipples, really getting into the feel of her tits while I ate her.  Her
hands pressed mine into her tits.  I thought she was holding them still but
she was actually trying to get me to rub harder.  I mashed them with my
hands and sucked harder at her cunt.  She was moaning and tossing around on
the bed.  I worked my mouth up to her clit.  I centered my lips on her clit
and moved my thumbs to her nipples.  That was the magic combination.

   She cried out and clamped her legs on my head.  I thought I would be
crushed like a melon but I didn't let up.  She arched her back and bucked
but I kept on her clit and nipples.  She smashed my nose against her pubic
bone and I hoped it wasn't bleeding.  She spread her legs wide, still
thrashing around, so I had to grab her around the pelvis to keep my mouth
centered.  I kept after her and she was still cumming, grunting with each
breath.  Then she was past it and I eased off.  I gave her pussy a big
smoochy kiss and moved up to lie next to her.

   She was panting and chanting, "Oh, shit.  Oh, shit." She focused on me
and said, "Oh lover ...  that was amazing."

   I lay beside her while her breathing slowed.  My cock was fully hard now
and pressed against her leg.  After a while she said, "OK.  Do you want me
to suck you or do you want to fuck again?" This woman would never stop.

   I climbed between her legs and slid my cock in.  I made few preliminary
strokes while I felt the active muscles of her tight pussy.  I kneeled
upright, put her legs on my shoulders, and started stroking briskly.  My
balls slapped against her ass.  Her full breasts bounced on her chest and
she moaned, into it.  The sight of her drove me on.  After a while, I
slipped her legs off my shoulders and kissed her, stroking slowly.  She
asked, "Would you like me on top?"

   We rolled over without breaking contact.  After a few strokes, she
raised up and put her breasts in my face.  I took them in my hands.  I
licked them and rubbed them on my face.  I was a kid in a candy store.  My
cock was in the sexiest woman in the world and I had her tits to play with.


   She sat up on her knees and focused on fucking.  She built the rhythm
slowly and changed the angle from time to time.  Her hands held her breasts
then moved to support her weight on my body.  The pressure built inside me
until I had the urge to be on top again.  She lay down along my chest.  In
rhythm and without pausing, we flipped over and I took the lead.

   I took her feet and placed them over my shoulders again.  I loved to
watch her fuck.  We steadily built toward the peak.  I took her legs just
below the knee and bent them back double.  The extra penetration was deeply
satisfying.  I could keep up this position for a long time.  It went on and
on.  I could feel her pussy muscles getting more active.  She started
getting vocal again and I was getting near too.  I picked up the pace.

   She went off, grunting and powering her legs down around my waist.  I
dropped down on top of her.  She arched her back and yelled.  I stabbed my
cock all the way in - I thought I could feel her cervix - and shot off deep
inside her.  As the first intense bolt of my orgasm struck, she came again.
She heaved and shook and all of a sudden we had slipped off the bed and
onto the floor.  We were both in the middle of our orgasms and we didn't
stop.  We stayed coupled and kept stroking even after the peak had passed.

   We laughed breathlessly.  Our combined weight had landed on my hip and I
moved my leg tentatively.  We lay on the floor and kissed between bouts of
laughter, trying to salvage a reasonable finish to an otherwise terrific
fuck.  I liked holding her, even on the floor.

   Eventually the floor got uncomfortable.  She went for the bathroom and I
crashed back on the bed.  My right ass cheek was starting to hurt and I
knew I was going to have a bruise.

   When she came out of the bathroom she said, "I'm hungry." I was too as
soon as she said it.  We went to the kitchen area, bare naked, in search of
food.

   "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she gasped.

   I turned and she was looking at me.  I had a big bruise coming up on my
butt, a nasty looking bite on my shoulder, and scratches on my back and
arms.  We both started laughing again.

   I made some toast and found some fruit and yogurt.  I sat on the bench
seat and she sat next to me.  Saying "poor baby," she daubed some yogurt on
her breast and fed it to me.  I was feeling better already.

   She said, "Your wife was a lucky woman.  You're better than you know."

   I felt more proud and pleased than I should admit.  I said only,
"Thanks."

   She continued, "I mean it.  Tonight has been wonderful.  Sex on a movie
set is mostly just work.  There are constant interruptions and doing it for
the camera is awkward.  Even off the set, porn studs aren't that great. 
They have the biggest cocks in the world and some of them are cute, but
they think that sex is all about them.  When I've fucked guys from outside
the business, they're often too self-conscious.  You really connect with
me."

   "You make it easy."

   She fed me some more yogurt.  I fed her a peach slice from my fingers.
We kissed and chatted and laughed.  She put her hand on my cock and I
flinched.

   "I'm still pretty sensitive," I said.

   "I have an idea, if you want."

   She went back toward the bed and returned with the baby oil and a towel.

   "Sit here," she said, putting the towel on a swivel chair.

   She sat cross-legged in front of me and poured some baby oil into her
hands.  She rubbed them together and added more oil until they were thickly
coated.  She reached forward and took my cock and balls in both her hands,
firmly and gently.  She moved slowly.  My cock liked it and immediately it
was half hard and rising.  She took her time and looked me right in the
eye. The shaft of my cock slipped between her fingers.  I was hard again
already.

   There were drops of oil on the tops of her breasts.  She must have
noticed my attention because she released my cock and spread baby oil all
over her tits.  She leaned forward and took my cock between them.  Her
hands held her breasts, both shiny with oil.  Her index fingers extended
along the outside of each breast, a long fingernail beside each hard
nipple. She humped me between her full, soft breasts.  It was complete
indulgence, the way this woman catered for my cock.  She carefully brushed
a nipple along the underside of my cock head.  In my sensitive condition,
it was electrifying.  She went back to humping my cock slowly between her
breasts.  The baby oil was drying out so she started licking the head of my
cock on the upstroke.  Her tongue was sensual, long and pointed.

   Finally she stopped with the breasts, took the base of my cock in her
hand, and put the head in her mouth.  She swirled her tongue around my
cock. She coated it with spit, then started going down on me with lips and
tongue.  It was the first time she had given me head and I noticed then,
and every time since, that her face was perfectly framed with a cock in it.
It emphasized her large almond eyes.  She loved sucking cock.  She
concentrated and took control.

   My cock hit the back of her mouth and I felt the top of her throat.  She
adjusted her position and this time my cock went in and down her throat so
that her nose was buried in my pubic hair.  She sucked and licked me
briefly and then pulled back.  She placed her lips on the most sensitive
part just under the glans.  She went down again, my cock in her throat. 
This time she stuck her tongue out and licked my balls.  Her combinations
of lips, tongue, suction, and throat were exquisite.  The feeling, and the
sight of this magnificent woman so focused on my cock, stoked my ego and
fired my hormones.  I felt ready for anything, my oversensitive feelings
completely forgotten.

   She looked up at me and smiled.  My pleasure must have been obvious. 
She shifted her legs and I realized that she was cramped down there.

   I asked, "Can we go back to bed?"

   She smiled again and I gave her a hand up.

   We went straight into the missionary position.  She gasped when I
entered.  "I'm sensitive too."

   We kissed deeply with my cock inside her.  I could feel every individual
nerve ending, buzzing from two previous orgasms and fired-up by her mouth,
tits, and hands.  We fucked steadily, firm and deep.  Our breathing
increased together as I picked up the pace.  Soon I was pounding into her,
totally consumed, needing it desperately.  Sweat ran down my sides as I
ground my cock up against her clit and then started pounding into her
again. It was just the missionary position but it was fiercely satisfying.

   She came without warning.  Her arms and legs clamped around my body and
she let out a full, open-throated scream.  I didn't pause.  She laughed and
sobbed at the same time.  Her fists pounded my back and her heels kicked my
butt.  Her thrashing inflamed me more and I fucked her totally.  Her pussy
clutched wildly at my cock but two previous orgasms had given me the
stamina to keep going.  My muscles tired but I didn't care about anything
but my cock.  She was past it before I could get there.  She cried "Stop,"
and pushed against my shoulders.

   Somehow, I summoned the control to get off her.  She gasped, "Jesus. 
Caught me ...  by surprise."

   I watched her as she recovered.  I was rather pleased with myself for
getting her here but this could not be the end.  My cock was rock hard and
my blood was up.  I forced myself to lie still for the moment and watch
her. After a while, she took a big breath and said, "Wow."

   Then she looked at me and said, "Fuck me in the ass." It was the
ultimate offering from the ultimate woman.  There really were no limits. 
My blood boiled at the prospect.

   I got up and quickly got the baby oil.  When I returned, she was slowly
getting on her hands and knees, ass toward me.  My eyes and cock locked
onto her round firm globes.

   I smeared oil on my cock then squirted it generously on her asshole and
rubbed it in with my finger.  Her puckered asshole seemed tightly closed at
first, but accepted my finger readily enough.  My arms shook with
restrained desire.

   She said, "A little more oil.  Oh, yea."

   I lined up the head of my cock and pushed.  She gave a little grunt as
the head slipped past her sphincter.  I forced myself to pause as her hole
expanded.

   I pushed in smoothly and she sheathed the length of my cock tightly.  I
pulled back until my head was at her sphincter again and squirted more oil
along my cock.  I held her hips and stroked.  Another squirt and it was
right.

   Gripping her hips, I let go of my self-control and allowed myself to
take her ass.  I loved the feeling on my dick and the angle it gave me. 
She growled and wiggled her butt to spur me on.  I was quickly fucking her
hard.  She was supremely female there beneath me.  Her round ass contrasted
with her narrow muscular back, head down on her arms in submission.  She
inflamed me wildly.  I pounded into her ass and kept pounding, totally
consumed again and desperate.  Her blonde hair bounced and she grunted as
she received each thrust.  I controlled her with her hips and sought her
very center with each thrust.  The faint odor of shit gradually penetrated
to the animal part of my brain and triggered more male dominance.  I went
with it.  I'd never felt this strong before.  Harder and faster, I adjusted
my legs to get more downward angle and drove into her.

   Primitive Man, the beast that lurks within, was roused by my furious
lust.  He threw off decades of self-control and brushed aside centuries of
polite convention.  Raging free, the insane beast took the female before
him.  He clutched roughly at her hips and attacked her ass with my dick. 
His pounding forced her legs apart and drove her down into the mattress. 
He growled and grunted.  She squealed, excited by the beast.  He grabbed
her pussy, still pounding her ass.  He sought her, consumed her.  He lifted
her with the hand at her pussy.

   She shrieked and flailed helplessly as he lifted her.  Primitive Man
didn't notice.  He kept fucking her ass.  He didn't pause even as his
orgasm started.  He howled.  He poured out his joy and rage.  Sweating and
yelling, holding the female with a finger in her pussy and a cock in her
ass, he found release.  I was left there on her back, spent.  After a
minute I rolled off.  She looked at me through a mess of blonde hair, her
face lit by a huge smile.  "I think you needed that."

   She got out of bed and fetched a wash cloth from the bathroom.  I lay
flat on my back.  She gently cleaned my cock, tossed the washcloth toward
the bathroom, and lay down beside me.  I was asleep in seconds.



   I shake off my memories and notice that everyone is breathing heavily.
Meg is rocking back and forth, tapping the table like a metronome.  Bill is
sweating and looks very uncomfortable.

   "So that's the story of how I met Ashley Jackson, with all the dirty
details.  That first night revved me up like nothing I have ever
experienced.  We had sex thirteen times in three days.  I enjoyed being
with her, in bed and out.  She was lively, smart, and fun, but after three
days I needed a break.  Victoria was pissed that she hadn't found a man and
she wanted to leave.  Ashley and I exchanged numbers.  We promised to
e-mail each other.

   "A couple days later, I was missing her a lot.  I sent her an e-mail but
I didn't really expect a reply.  I didn't get one either, for two weeks. 
When it came, her message was long and well written.  She had just gotten
home and she told me all about the rest of her trip."



   ------ ** -----



   People are coming and going in the lounge.  A woman puts her bags on a
couch that is back-to-back with Patrick's.  She looks like a senior
executive, attractive and carefully put together.  Her brown hair flows in
perfect waves and her make-up emphasizes her high cheekbones.  She is
wearing an expensive suit over a white blouse that's unbuttoned to the
start of her cleavage.  The logo of a major corporation is pinned to her
lapel.  She is talking on her phone, chewing out someone nonstop.  A
presentation did not go well and now her travel arrangements are fouled up.
It sounds like she is going to be here for a while.  I hope she likes dirty
stories.

   Mike says, "But still, it seems unlikely that you two would get
together."

   "Ashley and I bonded by e-mail.  We exchanged messages daily.  We wrote
about all kinds of stuff.  About three months after we met, we were both
going to be in New York at the same time.  We agreed to stay over at my
hotel.  It was the same wild, hot thing.  We had sex almost constantly. 
Again, after three days I needed a break.  We got together like that six
times in two years, each time in a neutral city."

   "Patrick saw you in Burbank.  Don't most porn actors live in L.A.?"

   "That trip was different in a lot of ways." I pause, remembering how I
had decided to make that fateful trip.



   It was the first time I had had to go to L.A.  since I met her.  It took
me a whole evening and a third of a bottle of scotch to decide to tell her
I was coming.  I had no real idea how she lived.  I imagined her living in
squalor with some drug-crazed boyfriend.  I couldn't see myself socializing
with porno people.  On the other hand, I didn't think it would last much
longer the way things were.  In the end, I just wanted to see her.  I
figured she would make some excuse if it was a bad idea.

   I sent her an e-mail and she called me five minutes later.  She was very
enthusiastic.  I would stay at her house.  She would take care of
everything.  She was full of dirty promises.

   She met me at the airport as you saw, Patrick.  She looked killer.  She
wore a black linen blouse, unbuttoned enough to show some cleavage and
tight enough to show that there was nothing under it.  She knew I'd like
that.  She wore a black leather skirt to mid-thigh that molded her round
ass.  Four-inch heels and hose emphasized her long muscular legs.

   She held my arm as we walked to her car and chatted about everything and
nothing.  A young man in Levis and a Lakers jersey stared at her,
recognized her from her videos, and walked straight into a baggage cart. 
Luggage scattered on the floor behind us.  I didn't think she had noticed,
but then she brought her mouth to my ear.  "He was imagining what it would
be like to be you." God, it was probably true.

   She drove her red Porsche aggressively.  She was a good driver and I
soon relaxed.  I turned in my seat to watch her drive.  The wind blew her
blonde hair in a shifting whirl around her head.  It was good to be with
her again.  She glanced at me with a twinkle in her eye and undid the three
remaining buttons of her blouse.  Her left breast was exposed to me, and to
anyone else that cared to look.  Her skirt rode up and revealed, if there
had been any doubt, that she wore stockings not panty hose.

   "I can't wait to get you home," she said.

   She downshifted as we left the freeway and started up into the hills. 
The hills were covered with mansions in a patchwork of styles.  I suppose
many celebrities lived along there.  I glimpsed the city between two
hedges, muted in the haze.  She signaled for a left turn, shot through a
gap in the oncoming traffic and down into a short driveway.

   Her house was tucked into a wrinkle in the hillside that isolated it
from neighbors and the noise of the traffic above.  It was a Craftsman
bungalow, probably built before 1920.  A redwood deck had been built on the
small sloping lot with a soaking tub in the middle.

   I grabbed my bag from the back of her car and we went inside.  I liked
her home immediately.  It was light, informal, comfortable and very neat.
The living room was done in floral prints.  Built-in bookcases were full of
books.  To the right, two small bedrooms had been combined.  She called it
her media room.  A leather sofa faced a big TV and an excellent stereo. 
There were dozens of videotapes, all porn, most with her name on the box.
Her computer sat on a desk.  There were more bookshelves here too.  Her
reading interests appeared to be quite varied and I resolved to browse
later.



   Meg says, "No crazed boyfriend?"

   "No sign of a man at all."

   The woman in the business suit returns to her seat with a large drink.
She swivels her head to get a kink out of her neck and sits down with a
magazine and a serious look on her face.



   Ashley's bedroom was further down the hall.  It was just large enough to
comfortably contain a queen-sized bed with a couple of small end tables, a
large chair, and a dresser.  It was decorated like the living room in light
floral prints.  Doors opened onto the deck.  I set my bag on the chair and
turned to her.

   Her kiss was welcoming and happy, no limits like always.  We kissed long
and deep standing there in the bedroom.  Her arm was around the back of my
head.  I felt the muscles of her narrow back through the thin fabric of her
shirt.  I moved my hands down to cup her leather-covered butt.  We broke
apart and looked at each other.  She moved her hands to my waist, squeezing
her breasts between her arms.  She smiled into my eyes.

   It was a perfect moment of anticipation.  We had been together enough to
know that we were about to have very good sex, but it was still fresh and
new.

   I rubbed my hands over the leather of her skirt.  I found the zipper at
the side and pulled it down.  I pushed the skirt over her butt and it
dropped to the floor.  "That skirt didn't last long," she chuckled.

   She stepped out of it and kicked it to one side.  Now nothing held her
shirt together in front.  Her breasts were nicely displayed against the
black fabric.  I reached in and held one in my hand as we kissed again,
then helped her out of her blouse.

   I pushed her backward toward the bed and she sat down.  She held a foot
out to me so I could remove its shoe.  I slipped it off and then the other.
Now she wore only stockings and a beautiful pair of black lace panties.

   She pulled me down on the bed beside her.  As we kissed, she started
unbuttoning my shirt.  I got the shirt off while she unbuckled my pants.  I
held up a foot and she untied my shoe.  A moment later I was naked, sitting
on the edge of the bed.

   She kneeled before me and took my hard cock in her hand.  She licked it
with several long strokes and then put it in her mouth.  I marveled again
at how good she looked with my cock in her mouth.  Her large blue
almond-shaped eyes looked up at me through a fringe of blonde hair as she
sucked on the tip.  Her breasts provided a voluptuous background.  She
caressed every part of my cock with her lips and tongue.

   She held my shaft in her hand and smacked it with kisses.  She wiggled
her shoulders and said, "Mmm, yummy.  I'm going to make you so happy."

   She opened her mouth and drew me in tenderly.  She drew me out, slowly
again but making sure I could feel her teeth.  She ran the shaft along the
fronts of her teeth and licked more briskly.  I was breathing hard as she
took me in her mouth and down her throat.  She held me briefly and then
released.  She caught her breath and then took me back down her throat.  I
was getting very close as she licked me with a long and curling tongue. 
When she took me into her throat a third time, I had to push her off or cum
too soon.

   I took her shoulders and guided her up onto the edge of the bed.  She
lay back on her elbows while I stroked her pussy through her panties. 
"They're beautiful."

   She smiled up at me from the bed as I slid her panties off her legs.  I
kneeled and ran my hands along the soft skin of her inner thighs until my
fingers rested beside the lips of her pussy.  She smelled aroused, fresh
and pungent.  I brought my mouth to her pussy and caressed her lips with
mine.  I entered her with my tongue and licked up to her clit.  She spread
her legs wide, then wider until she could grab her ankles, legs straight. I
ran my hands back along her thighs, feeling her long smooth muscles as I
licked and sucked at her cunt.  I dwelled lightly at her clit.

   She groaned and let go of her ankles.  She hooked her thighs over my
shoulders and I grabbed her around the hips.  I knew how active she got
when I ate her.  Her eyes were closed now, deep into it.  I wet my thumb,
laid it on top of her clit, and inserted my tongue into her.  She groaned
again and thrust her pussy against my face.  I ground my face back into her
and ate her harder.  She was gasping now and grinding against my face.  I
moved my hands to her breasts.  This was familiar territory; we both knew
what to expect.  I rubbed my palms lightly over her nipples.  She put her
hands over mine and pressed them into her flesh so I grabbed her tits while
I sucked at her pussy.  Then I moved my lips to her clit.

   She came explosively.  She clutched my hair and arched her body,
twisting to the right.  She let out a primitive groaning gasp.  I shifted
my arms around her hips and held her tightly to keep my lips on her clit.
She pounded me with her fists and spasmed again, clamping my head between
her thighs.  My breath was cut off, nose and mouth sealed against her body.
I kept sucking her clit as gently as I could.  Just when I felt that my
lungs would bust, she spread her legs and twisted away from me, past it.

   She lay gasping, half off the bed and legs askew.  I moved up on the bed
close to her.  She wiped the hair from her face with both hands and looked
at me fiercely.  She said, "God, I love the way you get me started."

   She hooked a leg toward me, inviting me in.  I got off the bed, took her
thighs and dragged her to the edge.  I lined up my cock and slid home
standing up.  "God, I love your pussy."

   I gathered her legs in my arms and hugged them to my chest.  I pulled
out until the tip of my cock was just inside her, then pushed in until my
balls rested against her ass.  I continued moving back and forth in long
strokes.  We watched each other closely.  I wished we could go on like this
forever - holding each other, fucking each other - and we did go on and on.
I held the pace and the same long stoke as I got more and more excited. 
She playfully held her breasts up to me, her eyes glinting.  She rolled her
hips and squeezed me internally.  I pulled back and let the tip of my cock
dance at the entrance of her pussy.  She gave a frustrated moan and thrust
herself at my cock.  I didn't have the heart to resist.  I fucked her with
firm long strokes until I knew that I would either have to finish it or
change.

   I pulled out and she stuck her tongue out at me.  I pushed her hip
asking her to roll over.  She did, feet on the floor and hands on the bed.
I put my cock back into her and we were fucking again.  At first she moved
back and forth in time with me.  Then she looked back over her shoulder,
full of mischief, and started wiggling her bottom on my cock.  I swatted
her teasing bottom.  "You hit me!" she cried, and wiggled even more.  I
couldn't hold out against that.

   I pushed her up onto the bed.  She rolled over, spread her thighs, and
beckoned me with her arms.  We embraced missionary style.  It was so close,
so intense.  We moved together for a long time.

   I put my hands under her ass and we fucked hard and close.  There would
be no stopping now.  I was totally lost in her, my face in her hair and my
cock in her pussy.

   I dimly heard a voice from the hallway, "Ashley?  Ash?  Are you in
here?" We were past the point of caring.

   I pounded into her and we came together.  She twitched deeply, cried
out, and wrapped herself around me.  We were joined together utterly.  I
kept moving slowly and kissed her fiercely.  We were both gasping and
shaken.

   The voice was now in the room right next to us.  "Jeez Ash, you're
beautiful when you cum."

   I looked over my shoulder at Victoria.  Ashley said between breaths,
"What the fuck ...  are you doing here?"

   Victoria said, "I thought he was coming tomorrow."

   Ashley said, "I hope he does that too," and kissed me again.

   I rolled off.  We were on top of the bed covers so there was no easy way
to cover-up.  Ashley moved back against me and we lay on our sides, spoon
fashion.  She took my hand and held it on her breast.

   Victoria looked cool and casual in a short skirt and cotton shirt.  Even
a simple shirt showed off her impressive bust.  Her hair fell elegantly
over her shoulder.  "Why can't we do scenes where the guy cums inside? 
It's so sexy to see the two of you cum together.  It's much better than
seeing some dick squirt a little on your cheek.  I think I should be a
director."

   I reached back, grabbed the bedspread and dragged it over the top of us.
The covers were cozier.  I returned my hand to her breast.  Ashley snuggled
back into me and said, "I really don't feel like talking shop."

   I stroked her breast under the covers and she wiggled her butt against
my cock.  Victoria said, "OK, I won't stay.  I came to tell you that Regan
has been trying to call you all day."

   "My cell phone died."

   "Regan and Guy are having a party on Saturday.  She's inviting you two,
Woody and me, Kym, Bunny, Brett and their guys.  Are you in?  I think Kym's
still dating that hunky football player."

   "I'll call her after we talk it over."

   "She really wants you to come.  She sent me to invite you." To me she
said, "Six totally hot women.  I want you myself."

   Ashley replied, "I'll let you know."

   Victoria teased, "Ashley, are you falling in love?"

   "Victoria, would you get the fuck out of here?"

   Victoria left with a taunting singsong, "Ashley and Doug sittin' in a
tree, k.  i.  s.  s.  i.  n.  g." I watched her walk down the hall.  She
was a glamorous brat.



   Patrick asks, "Her friend is La Victoria isn't she?"

   Behind him, the woman in the business suit takes a sip of her drink. 
She still holds the magazine but she hasn't turned the page in ages.  She
glances at me.

   "Yea, that's her."

   Meg says, "I've seen La Victoria in _People_.  She's a real celebrity.
_People_ says she could be an Hispanic Marilyn Monroe but she's always
doing something outrageous.  Some psycho fan killed himself over her last
month.  She's beautiful even with those big fake boobs."

   "They're fake?" Bill asks.  Bill is an excellent engineer.

   I say, "I heard about the fan but I hate to think of her as a celebrity
after she got an eyeful of my hairy butt with Ashley."

   "Were you two falling in love?"

   "At that moment I would have said `No,' but then I'm slow to catch
on..."



   After Victoria left, Ashley pulled my arm more tightly around her. 
"It's a strange world when your friends wander through your bedroom
whenever they want."

   I pushed my face through her hair and kissed her neck while I gently
rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  I said quietly, "I
gather it won't be a tea party."

   "Regan and Guy are swingers.  Have you ever been to an orgy?"

   I stroked her breast.  "That would be a major fantasy."

   "We should go then.  Regan and Guy's parties are the best.  She's a very
good friend."

   "OK," I said dreamily.  I stroked her skin, moving my hand down toward
her pussy.

   She rolled back against me and flipped up on top.  My head was trapped
between her arms and covered with her blonde hair.  She kissed me
forcefully.  "I want to cook diner for you and if we have sex again it will
get too late," she chided playfully.  "You can have all you want after
dinner.  I'm gonna take a quick shower.  You stay here."

   She got up and tucked the bedspread around me.  I grabbed her and we
kissed again.

   I drifted as the shower started.  The next thing I knew she was sitting
next to me, all warm from the shower and smelling nice.  She wore a beige
satin wrap that clung to every curve.  She held out a large package.  "You
never remember to bring a bathrobe.  I saw this on the clearance rack."

   I sat up and opened the package.  It was a long dark blue robe made of
heavy silk and lined in white.  It was embroidered in a Chinese style.  The
tiny stitches showed a mountain landscape with a peaceful village and
farmers in a field.  It was absolutely the finest handwork I have ever
seen. It was beautiful, overwhelming, more a work of art than of clothing.
I touched the embroidery and looked up at her, speechless.  Her eyes shone.
"I'll start dinner now." I watched, stunned, as she walked out of the room,
ass moving under her little wrap.

   I guess she was making a statement.  We had never talked about how we
felt.  I had assumed she was just having fun in bed.  She was telling me
different.  Maybe it was easier than saying the words.  I didn't know what
to say.

   I took a quick shower.  I put on the robe and melted into the softness
of the lining.  I adjusted it around me, still stunned.  I drifted into the
kitchen where she was cutting some vegetables.  She said, "You look good."

   "I feel like a fifty dollar gigolo in a thousand dollar suit." More like
ten thousand.

   "You're worth more than fifty bucks.  I'd pay sixty anyway."

   I offered to set the table and she directed me to the plates and forks.
She said, "Wine's in the fridge."

   It was a California Chardonnay, a label that I hadn't seen before.  I
swirled some in a glass and took a taste.  It was a big Chardonnay,
complex, dry and woody.  I poured two glasses and sat down to watch her
cook.

   She was obviously at home in the kitchen.  She did three things at once
without a fuss and without recipes or measuring spoons.  It reminded me of
Beth except for the long muscular legs below her wrap and the breasts
moving provocatively beneath.  I said, "You've done this before."

   "I had to cook all the time when I was a kid.  I hated it then.  Now I
like to sometimes.  Bring the plates here."

   Dinner was rice, broccoli, and a saut**e9**ed chicken breast in a light
sauce.  It was mustardy and lemony with a little garlic.  It was
outstanding.  She watched me covertly while I tasted everything.  She
accepted my praise with a "thank-you." She said, "I remember you making
some good barbecue."

   "I don't really cook, just a few survival dishes, omelets and stuff."

   We talked about food and restaurants.  The big Chardonnay was great with
the mustard chicken.  When our plates were empty we took our glasses to the
living room.  I had successfully avoided spilling on my robe.  "Damn that
was good," I said.  She looked happy.

   We sat together on the couch.  We didn't talk, just held each other. 
After several long kisses we were lying down.  Things started to heat up
again and I thought we might do it there in the living room.

   Ashley said quietly, "Would you like to do something really wild
tonight?"

   `Really wild' for Ashley might be rather extreme.  "Sure.  What do you
have in mind?"

   "Would you like to tie me up?"

   She was very serious.  I said, "OK.  I've never tied anyone up before."

   "I've never done it either.  Never had a man I trusted that much."

   I asked, "Why do you want to?"

   Ashley turned her face to my chest.  "I'm not sure." She thought for a
long moment.  "I've wanted to try this for a long time.  I've always wanted
to be overpowered and controlled.  I guess I want to see how far I can go."


   She turned to face me.  "It's OK if you think it's too weird.  We can do
something else."

   "No.  It's unexpected, but I'd like to try.  It sounds hot.  I just hope
I get it right."

   She smiled.  "We can call it practice."

   "OK.  Where do you want to do it?  Do you have something in mind?"

   "Yea, let me show you." We stood up.  She threw her arms around my chest
and hugged me fiercely.  I held her for a long moment - she was shaking a
little - and then we kissed.  Things were indeed getting deeper.  I told
myself, "Don't fuck this up."

   She went to a cupboard that held some tools.  She pulled out a long coil
of nylon rope and a pair of scissors and then led me back to her bedroom.
From a drawer in her nightstand, she produced six wide leather bracelets
with built-in steel loops and hooks.  "I bought these a year ago.  I was so
excited I almost came right there in the store.  I knew then that I would
actually try this some day."

   "Why six?"

   "Two for the wrists, two for the ankles, and two for above the knees. 
The bedposts are really strong."

   "Now?" I asked.

   She nodded, "If you want."

   I imagined her spread-eagled on the bed and my cock twitched.  I held
one of the restraints.  I felt its supple strength.  I smelled the leather
and fingered one of the steel hoops.  I took her arm and experimentally
strapped it around her wrist.  "Too tight?"

   "No.  Tighter."

   I adjusted it and then strapped one on the other wrist.  Sitting on the
bed, I picked up her leg and placed it on my lap.  Set against the luxury
of my robe, her leg was precious.  Silk suited her.  I strapped a bracelet
to her thigh.  So did leather and steel.  I placed her foot back on the
floor and took the other leg.  Manipulating her like that excited me.

   I asked, "Is there something specific you want me to do?"

   "Tease me ruthlessly.  Fuck my brains out while there's nothing I can do
about it.  Don't let up." With these words, she gave herself to me totally.



   The woman in the business suit turns in her seat and listens openly now,
her full attention on me.  Meg is all ears too, flushed with excitement. 
This is their fantasy too.  I had no idea that other women would secretly
like to be bound like Ashley.



   The restraints were erotic.  Black leather and steel contrasted with
creamy skin.  I cut some lengths of rope and asked, "How are we doing?"

   "I'm turned on already."

   I threw the covers off the foot of the bed.  I brought my hand to her
waist.  "Ready?"

   She nodded.

   I helped her out of her wrap and directed her to the center of the bed.
She reached out to the bedposts, her arms and legs in an X.  Stretched out
like that she looked lean and angular, all ribs and hipbones.  Her breasts
were pulled up and flattened as much as they ever were.  I tied a wrist to
the bedpost - she was really going to let me do this - then the other
wrist. I tied a length of rope to one knee and threw the other end under
the bed.  She lay still, watching me closely.  I pulled the loose end
through the loop at the other knee.  I got on the bed between her knees and
pushed her thighs flat on the bed, straight out in a line.  I couldn't have
held that position but she did easily.  I tightened the rope, pulling her
thighs wide and down to the bed.  "OK?"

   "God, yes."

   I tied her ankles to the bed.  Her lower half was well fixed now but I
thought her upper body would be able to move around too much.  I started to
untie her wrists.  "I've got to get more rope around you."

   She propped herself up and I wrapped three turns of nylon rope around
her ribs just under her breasts.  She lay back down and I tied her chest to
the bed.  I tied her wrists to the bedposts more tightly than before.  She
wasn't going anywhere now.

   She was a little girl totally exposed and powerless on the bed.  Her
eyes were large and her small mouth was tight with tension.  Her long limbs
looked fragile against the wide black leather of her bonds.  In the valley
between her hipbones, her pubic hair was thrust up a little.  The lips of
her pussy were prominent and open.  Her complete exposure affected me
directly, the sight of her and the idea that she was totally available for
me to dominate.  She was excited too.  Her breasts rose and fell rapidly
with her breathing.  Her nipples were so hard that the crinkles extended
out into the areolas.  I wanted to fall on her and devour her immediately
but that wasn't the plan.  I thought for a moment.  There was something I
was forgetting.

   I picked up a pillow and shook it out of its case.  I folded the
pillowcase to a long strip five inches wide and tied it over her eyes.  She
groaned, "Oh no."

   I turned down the light and sat on the edge of the bed.

   She said, "No gag?"

   I looked in the nightstand and, sure enough, there was a nasty looking
gag with a hollow plug-shaped bit and head harness.  There was a butt plug
and other toys in there too.  She lifted her head and I strapped on the
gag. She breathed through it freely.  I would have preferred to see her
face but this wasn't really about me.

   I stroked the skin of her thigh.  She was nervous, her body more rigid
than the ropes required.  Her skin shook and trembled under my hand.  I
spent a long moment caressing her body just a little all over so her skin
would tingle.  Again I felt the urge to attack her.

   I brought my lips close to her ear.  "I'm leaving now.  Later I'll put a
butt plug in you and fuck you until you are insane.  Consider your fate."

   She made loud arguing noises through the gag and her body surged against
the ropes.  It was the first test of my restraints.  The bed creaked a
little but she hardly moved at all.  I ran a finger along one biceps as I
left.

   I went to the media room and paced the floor.  The image of her bound on
the bed stayed in my mind.  This was going to torture me worse than her.  I
looked at the clock and wondered how long to leave her.  Half an hour would
be an eternity.  I resolved to stay away for 20 minutes by the clock.  I
flipped on the TV, quietly so I could hear any bad noises from the next
room.  The TV didn't help the time pass.  At the 20th minute, I was back in
the bedroom.

   Her gagged face was alien but her pointed nipples and prominent pussy
were wonderfully familiar.  She seemed less rigid now but just as excited.
Her nostrils flared beneath the blindfold.  I could smell her sex from
across the room.

   I took off my robe and put it over an arm of the chair.  I needed
contact with her, with her cunt which was thrust open to me.  I got on the
bed below the line of her thighs.  I stroked her thigh and she jumped.  She
couldn't anticipate my touch.  The lips of her pussy were parted and I
could see a sheen of moisture there.  I brought my mouth to it.  It was
tasty but my neck was forced into an uncomfortable angle.



   I speak directly to the woman in the business suit.  "Eating a woman
that's tied to a bed is different than eating one that isn't.  Normally it
is easy for the woman to move herself to a good position, or for me to move
her.  Tied, I had to shift my whole body around."

   The woman in the business suit looks me in the eye as I deliver this
speech.  She glances at Patrick and then smiles at me as though to say,
"What the fuck." She takes another sip of her drink and leans against the
back of the couch, toward Patrick.



   On the bed, I turned around so that my knees straddled Ashley's chest. I
should have done it this way first.  My cock rested on the bone between her
breasts and I had perfect access to her cunt.

   I started eating her slowly.  I was very excited and I had to force
myself to tease her.  I parted her lips with my fingers and licked.  I
nestled my chin against her clit.  Her reactions were strong from the
start. She was already trying to push herself against me, so I backed off,
licking her with a light touch and keeping my chin away from her clit.  She
moaned through the gag and strained harder for contact but she could hardly
move at all.  She was very wet.  I sucked on her lips and tried to lap up
the moisture but it just made her wetter.  Occasionally, I touched her clit
with my tongue and she renewed her struggle to rub against me.

   I began to work a finger into her while I ate.  She encouraged me with
thrusts of her pelvis and positive noises.  When my finger was in, I could
feel her pussy grip it.  I inserted another finger.  I spent a pleasant
time, exploring her with my fingers and torturing her with my tongue.

   I thought of the toys in the nightstand.  I got off the bed and found a
dildo, a bullet-shaped vibrator, and the butt plug.  I didn't think I would
need them all but I tossed them, plus some lube, on the bed.  Looking at
her lying on the bed, I knew I wasn't going to get used to not seeing her
face.  Her body excited me, though.  She rippled with building tension and
she was breathing hard around the gag.  I got between her legs.

   I started with the dildo.  It was heavily veined, more than a foot long
and a good 2-**bd** inches in diameter.  I touched it against her pussy and
she flinched, again unable to anticipate.  I slowly worked it into her cunt
while twisting it.  She didn't need any lube.

   I lay with my head on the bed in line with her pussy.  I placed my palm
on her mound and split my fingers along the outside of her lips.  I could
feel the muscles there quite clearly.  I worked the dildo gently while
absorbing her reactions.  She was very excited.  I caught her excitement
and built on it.  I found that I could take her up to the edge of orgasm
and keep her hovering there.  She was panting and groaning around the gag.
I listened to her body with my fingers.  She vibrated with tension but
there were subtle changes that helped to guide me.  I had never been so
aware of her reactions.  I had never been able to keep her on the edge for
so long.  I allowed her to come down a little, then took her back to the
edge and held her there.  Her stamina was impressive, but at last she
seemed to flag.

   I sat up and surveyed.  Her hands were clenched into fists.  Sweat ran
down her face below the mask and gag.  She moaned as her head swung from
side to side.  I removed the dildo.  She groaned and her pussy seemed
reluctant to close after the dildo had gone.  My cock was feeling left out.

   I guided my cock with my hand and entered her.  Her whole body jumped; I
didn't think she had that much freedom of movement.  I pulled out slowly
until the head was just inside then pushed in firmly again.  She made loud
positive noises.  I stayed inside her a moment, enjoying.  Her pussy
clutched at me wildly.  Sex with Ashley had always been wonderfully mutual.
This was totally different but just as hot.  The sight of her bound and
struggling was intoxicating, but it wasn't time for this yet.  I pulled
out.

   She brought her head up and yelled at me.  The gag thankfully muffled
the full volume of her voice.  She jerked against her bonds.  The bed
creaked and I wondered if it would hold together.  The muscles of her arms
and legs stood up in stark relief and her breasts bounced wildly on her
chest.

   I started rubbing my dick along her skin.  I held it down and slowly
dragged it along her inner thigh.  She knew what I was stroking her with
and thrust her cunt toward it.  I kept rubbing slowly to her knees and she
subsided a little.  She needed to calm down.

   I climbed over her legs, still facing her head, and rubbed my cock over
her breasts.  I lightly brushed her nipples with the underside of my shaft.
She squirmed and moaned.  I moved up and continued to caress her with my
cock.  I felt her pulse beating at her throat.  I rubbed every exposed part
of her face.  She kept turning toward me but of course she only succeeded
in bringing the gag under my cock.

   I got off the bed and stretched my legs briefly.  This time I knelt
between her arms, my knees beside her ears.  I contemplated her breasts.

   I admit that I am fascinated by her breasts.  I love their size and
firmness.  They are baby soft and extremely sensitive.  They can get her
very excited.  They comfort and excite me too.  I am drawn to the large
areolas with the small nipples and she never deprives me.  Even so, I
looked at her spread out on the bed and thought, "I can play with them all
I want.  What's she going to do about it?"

   I touched and stroked her breasts.  I focused on them, touching every
part.  She moaned and flexed her stomach muscles.  I lightly rubbed a
nipple with my index finger, moving in circles.  Normally she pushes my
hands into her after a few seconds, as I've said, but now she could only
try to thrash around on the bed.  She was getting worked-up again very
fast. I calmly rubbed both nipples at the same time.  Her ineffective
thrashing excited me further.  I bent down and took a breast in each hand.
I lightly kissed and licked each nipple alternately.  The lighter my touch
the more frenzied she became.  I really got into it with feathery touches,
back and forth.

   I relented and sucked hard while squeezing them firmly.  She was getting
close to the edge again.  I could feel her heart hammering in her chest.  I
took one breast in both hands.  I rubbed the nipple all over my face and
sucked hard again.  I tried to see how much of it I could suck and push
into my mouth.  Less than half.  I took the other breast in my hands and
sucked it hard too.  I attacked her breasts alternately.  My feast
transported me, but I still shouldn't have been surprised by her reaction.

   She came.  As she spasmed and cried out, I mashed my hands down on the
breast I was holding and sucked harder.  She stayed up there, straining
against her bonds, gasping and groaning.  She seemed to come down a little
so I lunged forward between her legs.  I put my mouth on her clit and she
came again.  If she hadn't been tied-up I would have had to grip her hard
just to stay on, but now I could enjoy her reactions and make her even
crazier.  I gently moved my lips around her clit.  She yelled through the
gag as I focused on her clit.  When she slackened abruptly, I knew she was
over the top.

   I got off the bed and wiped my face.  She was gasping like a marathoner,
sweating hard.  Her blindfold had slipped and I adjusted it as she slowly
caught her breath.  She looked flushed with victory.  Apparently she had
won this event.  The next would start in a minute.

   I stroked the hair off her forehead and kissed her there.  I sat next to
her.  When I thought she was ready for more, I bent down to her ear.  "Are
you OK?"

   She nodded her head emphatically, yes.

   I untied her ankles and then her knees.  She flexed her legs but
otherwise hardly moved.  I pulled an ankle over her head, and tied it to
the bedpost over her.  She groaned but didn't fight.  I tied the other one
too so she was bent double, her pussy and ass uppermost.  The sheet that
had been under her butt and back was soaked with sweat.  I brushed my
fingers lightly along her hamstrings.  She was sticky, not smooth any more.


   Her pussy and asshole were offered up to me absolutely.  Surrounded by
her hips and ass, they obscured the rest of her.  Visually, she was a
crotch, topped by a fringe of fingers, toes, and hair.

   The rope around her chest and the ankle ties formed a triangle that held
her in place.  I rubbed my hands over the full curves of her ass cheeks.  I
cupped her ass in my hands and leaned down to lap at her pussy.  She
expected that and moved toward my mouth.  She was more mobile in this
position.  She moved sympathetically, enjoying it, starting to get excited
again as I licked her pussy and stroked her ass.  I moved my mouth away and
she sought it with her pussy.  I swatted her on the butt.  She yelped and
wiggled her butt enticingly.

   I put my left hand on her mound and spread her lips with my thumb and
fingers.  I put my right hand over her asshole, pressing between the cheeks
of her ass.  Her pussy was surrounded by my hands and fingers.  Between
them, I completely controlled her.  I gently brushed her inner lips with
the tip of my tongue.  I continued, concentrating on her exposed pussy with
my mouth and fingers.  She was soon breathing hard again, moaning with
every breath and wiggling against my hands.  I slowly brought her back
toward the peak.  It was like earlier with the dildo.  I could sense the
exact degree of her arousal.

   Her butt was still fighting my restraining hands as it sought my mouth.
I pressed her between my hands and spoke forcefully.  "I am in control. 
You can try to cum or try to avoid it but you will cum on my terms.  Give
up.  You will accept it."

   I adjusted my hands and returned my mouth to her pussy.  She did seem
more accepting.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on her clit, slow and
light.  She was back at the edge.  I kept her there for ages.  I varied my
touch but I never stopped moving.  She had incredible stamina but finally
she slackened a little and it was time for a change.

   I squirted lube on the butt plug and spread it with my fingers.  I drew
the tip along the crease of her pussy and teased it against her hole.  I
don't think she knew what it was at first.  I gave it a little more lube
and started working it into her ass.  I laid my lube-covered fingers over
her pussy as I worked.  She moaned loudly as her asshole accepted the plug.
I put more lube on the plug and then fucked it in and out of her ass
several times, stopping with it fully seated.  I gave her a couple of good
solid swats on the butt.  She yelled through the gag and jerked.  The end
of the butt plug waved in the air.  I gave her a couple more swats and a
nice color came up on her butt.

   The sight of her was driving me wild.  She was bound to the bed, totally
available and wiggling enticingly.  It seemed like my cock had been hard
for a year.  I desperately wanted to put my hands on her thighs and fuck
her hard, but it wasn't quite time for that yet.

   I picked up the vibrator and turned in on low.  She heard the sound and
flinched before it even touched her.  I touched it to the end of the butt
plug as I inserted two fingers into her pussy.  Right away she was panting
with her mouth pulled back from the gag.  I could feel vibrations from the
butt plug as I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy.  I shifted my
lube-covered hand, sliding it along her folds, and then applied the
vibrator to the back of my hand.  Her hamstrings rippled and her toes
curled sharply.  My hands could tell that she was back at the very edge.  I
would finish her now, before she was exhausted.

   I nosed the vibrator along her slit and inserted it.  I twisted the
vibrator and fucked her with it.  She was fully stuffed with the butt plug
and vibrator.  I left them inside her overheated body.  I could almost see
the orgasm that rushed to take her.  She embraced it, crying out.  I moved
the vibrator and she kept cumming.  She was still deeply into it when I
pulled out the vibrator, pointed my cock down, and plunged in.

   Her butt jerked from side to side.  I could feel the butt plug inside as
I moved in her.  I held her by the thighs, raised up with my legs, and
drove in again.  She was helpless, exposed, thrashing and moaning,
clutching me internally, and cumming continuously.  I had been hard for
ages and Primitive Man was close.  I drove in roughly, again and again,
crouching over her in a frenzy.  I came with my cock buried to the hilt. 
Wave after wave shot from my cock.  My cries drowned out hers as I crouched
there buried in her.

   Then she was slack, absolutely still.  I leaped off the bed.  I grabbed
the scissors and cut her ankles free.  She was breathing fine.  She seemed
to have passed out.  I removed the gag and cut her other bonds.  I
remembered the butt plug and removed that too.  I lay next to her on the
bed and stroked her hair.  I watched her intently for signs of life.  It
seemed like forever, but it was probably only a couple minutes, before she
opened her eyes.  They were unfocused at first but they gradually cleared.
I said, "Are you OK?" I sounded scared even to myself.

   She smiled, weakly at first then broadly.  "Oh fuck.  I've been hit by a
truck."

   The little rhyme seemed absurdly funny.  I laughed and she laughed too.
Then we both started laughing again, helplessly and stupidly.

   She raised her arm.  A stub of rope hung from the bracelet.  She said
slowly, "You cut me free."

   "You passed out."

   "Oh."

   She curled against me and fell asleep.  My breathing returned to normal.
I thought she might hurt herself on the steel fittings of her restraints so
I gently removed them.  I pulled the covers over her, got in next to her,
and I too slept.



   The woman in the business suit is breathing hard.  Patrick turns to look
at her and she devours him with her eyes.  Patrick has Italian good looks -
I once heard a client describe him as a Roman god - and an outgoing
personality.  He's the guy that always hooks up with the best looking woman
in the bar.  Patrick knows that she is his.  He smiles at the woman in the
business suit.  Her hand toys with the collar of her blouse.

   Meg is staring at me.  She says, "Jesus Christ.  I've never heard
anything so hot.  You really did that?"

   "Yes."

   "Did you do it again?"

   "Yes, we have done it several times.  It gets easier each time and she
knows more what she wants."

   "After something so intense, isn't everything else a let down?"

   "No.  I guess it obsesses some people but for us it's a spice.  It did
take us to another level, though."



   When I woke up, Ashley was still sleeping.  Her little-girl face was
smooth and composed.  I lay there just looking at her for several minutes.

   I slipped out of bed and took a warm shower.  She was still sleeping
when I returned.  I put on my fancy robe and went to the kitchen.  The
dishes were still out from the night before.  I cleaned up and made myself
some toast.  I rummaged around and found ingredients for an omelet.  I
checked on her again and this time she opened an eye.  I sat next to her.
"Good morning."

   She stretched and smiled hugely.  She practically glowed.  "Thanks for
last night.  It was everything I hoped for."

   "I'm glad.  You look happy."

   "I feel great.  I feel like singing."

   "Do you want an omelet?"

   "Oh God yes.  I'm starved."

   "Take a shower and it will be ready when you get out."

   She entered the kitchen just as I was dishing up the two halves of the
omelet.  I had taken off my robe to cook and I was standing there naked. 
She said, "I like this.  Naked man in the kitchen."

   I put the robe back on.  She wore her little satin wrap.  The restraints
were back on her wrists.  I said, "Oh no."

   She held up her arm playfully.  "I like the look."

   I put the food on the table and she sat down.  I went behind her saying,
"Here." She brought her hands behind her back.  It took me a minute to
figure out the catches but I got her wrists locked together.

   "You're not going to turn into Mickey Rourke are you?"

   "Do you want me to?  It might be pretty hot.  You look better in bondage
than Kim Bassinger did." It was true.

   I fed her and myself alternately.  It was surprisingly social.  Between
bites she said, "You made my fantasy come true."

   "I liked it too." I ran my finger down her chest into the cleavage of
her wrap.

   Later, she insisted on driving me downtown to my meeting.  She put on a
sleek leather jumpsuit and the wrist cuffs.

   "I'm going shopping while you're in your meeting," she said wickedly.  I
groaned, laughing.  It was going to be a long week.



   ------ *** -----



   Bill says, "So you didn't go to that orgy?"

   "Oh, we went."

   "But you two were getting so close."

   "We weren't monogamous, if that's what you mean.  She was a porn actress
for God's sake.  I think she wanted me to go to the party so I would
understand a little more about her life, so I wouldn't be scared of it."

   "What was it like?"

   I smile.  "It was wonderful.  I guess an orgy was my fantasy, the idea
of unlimited women.  Victoria was right, the women were totally hot.  I had
all six."

   "You're so full of shit," says Patrick.

   I protest, "It's true."

   Mike cross-examines, "It's true that you had sex with six women in one
night or it's true that you're full of shit?"

   "Both."

   Bill says, "I'd be too scared to go to a party like that."

   "I didn't give it much thought until Saturday afternoon - Ashley kept me
busy - but I got petrified on the drive there.  All the other guys at the
party were going to be young, cute and hung.  There I'd be, my flabby old
butt hanging out.  I probably wouldn't be able to get it up at all."



   Riding in Ashley's car, my nervousness must have been obvious.  She
patted my leg and said, "I could call Regan and tell her I have a
migraine."

   "No.  I'm fine."

   "You're afraid of being compared to porn studs."

   "Well, yea."

   "Can I give you some advice?"

   "OK," I said, turning to look at her.

   "Don't compare yourself.  Any woman that tries you is gonna like you.  I
guarantee it." She glanced at me for emphasis as we flew down the crowded
freeway.  "Find a girl and take her into one of the bedrooms.  Once you get
started, you'll be great."

   We left the freeway and started along the winding coast road.

   Ashley continued, "Stage fright isn't uncommon, even for actors.  If the
worst happens, it won't be the first time at one of these parties.  People
will understand.  Regan and Guy are totally together and their friends are
nice people."

   I didn't want to hear more along those lines.  "Tell me about our
hosts."

   She told me that Guy's family is old California money.  His parents
wanted him to go to Stanford or Harvard but he became a carpenter instead.
He made his own fortune building environmentally friendly houses all over
the west.  Somehow he also got a degree in philosophy at Berkeley.  Regan
was at Berkeley too.  She sold flowers near the campus and that's how they
met.  "She's the most beautiful woman in the world." Clearly Ashley admired
Regan.  She described her as sensual, brilliant, and totally together. 
"She has a Ph.D.  in molecular biology and writes books on nutrition."

   Ashley told me how Regan got started writing books.  Regan got really
irked when Ashley took up some eating craze, but she didn't say anything.
Instead, she wrote "Beyond Fad Diets" in order to tell Ashley how to eat.
Regan was actually embarrassed when it became a best seller.  Ashley didn't
know about the book until Regan gave her a copy.  "It has been my bible
ever since."



   The lounge is starting to empty.  The only other person that's near our
group is a man in his late twenties.  He looks handsome and assured, with a
good tan and lots of jewelry.  He wears a designer shirt that shows the
muscles of his chest and arms.  His head is shaved at makes him look a
little dangerous.  He sits at an angle to Meg.  He has been listening-in
and looking at Meg from time to time.  Meg is twitching with sexual energy.
She's still hot from the bondage story and Baldy sees it.  I wonder how
long it will take her to notice him.



   Ashley finished her briefing as we drove along the coast road.  "Regan
and Guy have been swinging for years.  I met them at a club soon after I
arrived in LA.  Their parties are famous.  They don't hang out with many
people from the business, but they do throw small parties for a few of us.
This is one of those."

   Ashley turned into a driveway with a large "Keep Out" sign.  The drive
circled up around a hill and through some scrub pine trees.  The house was
glass and natural wood on one level.  It was low and carefully fitted into
the landscape.  It was impossible to guess how big it was.  There were a
number of cars in the drive.

   We held hands as we walked up to the front door.  Ashley opened it
without knocking and walked in.  Down a couple stairs was a large open
great room.  Sleek upholstered furniture filled the center of the room.  No
one was there, but hors d'oeuvres and refreshments waited on the bar. 
French doors opened onto a sweeping view of calm ocean and blue sky.  The
sun shone on the swimming pool and surrounding flagstone patio.  A couple
lay naked on a teak recliner by the pool, making out.  From the hallway to
the left came the sounds of a woman getting fucked vigorously.  A man's
voice encouraged, "Give it to her, Rodney."

   Two naked men emerged from the hallway and Ashley introduced me.  It
would have been awkward to meet these two even in a locker room.  Woody was
a large blonde surfer type in his early thirties.  He had the biggest cock
I have ever seen in person.  His body was very fit and covered in blonde
hair but I couldn't help staring at his cock.  Even hanging down, it was 8
or 9 inches and thick for its length.  When it swung back and forth I
thought it would hit him in the knee.  His smile was a mouthful of perfect
teeth.  The other guy was Peter.  His eyes were unsmiling as we shook
hands. He was younger, mid-twenties, with Latin good looks.  His dark hair
was gathered in a ponytail that hung well down his back.  His cock was
smaller than Woody's but still larger than any other I had seen.  Muscles
rippled beneath his smooth dark skin.  The days of the fat old porn actor
were clearly over.  Ashley, fully clothed of course, chatted airily with
the two naked men.  They didn't think it was odd.

   Woody said to Ashley, "You gotta check out this action," and the three
of them went down the hall.

   I didn't want to follow so I wandered out into the great room.  I
studied a small modern sculpture that was displayed with great ceremony by
the wall.  It was obviously important to its owners but it was just a shiny
black rock to me.  I didn't know these people.  I didn't fit in here.  This
party was a mistake.

   I wandered toward the French doors and looked at the view of the ocean.
At first, I tried to avoid staring at the couple on the recliner but they
were right there in plain view and paying no attention to me.  His face was
buried in her breasts.  Her eyes were closed, her soft face composed in a
slight smile.  They were attractive people.  Her body was sleek and curvy.
Her long, thick auburn hair flowed over the back of the recliner.  He
looked like an athlete, very muscular with short blonde hair.  She had one
hand on his bristly head while the other rested on a muscle on his back. 
They moved sensually, enjoying each other in the sunshine.  It was strange
to walk into the house of someone I had never met and watch an unknown
couple making love but I enjoyed watching them all the same.

   I went to the bar and took a small bottle of tomato juice.  I turned
back to the couple on the recliner and tried to look discretely while
sipping my juice.  He gave her breast a kiss and moved his head to her
pussy.  She spread her legs over the arms of the recliner.  Her face was
less composed now, brow wrinkled in concentration.  I could see that her
nipples were pointed and wet from his mouth.

   There was a woman at my arm.  I did a classic double take and she
laughed pleasantly.  Her brown eyes sparkled like the little stud in her
nose.  She was short, no more than 5'2", with black hair that was buzz cut
almost as short as the athlete's.  Her hair and matching thick eyebrows
contrasted with extremely fair skin.  She wore shiny lipstick that was
nearly as dark as her hair.  Her face was striking but it was hard to look
at anything but her breasts.

   They were huge on her small frame.  She wore nothing over them and they
thrust out proudly with remarkably little sag and swayed with every little
movement.  She was a very young woman.

   She wore only a black choker and black bikini bottoms.  The bottoms
emphasized the voluptuous curves of her round hips and full ass.  A couple
years ago she had been a child and a few years from now she would be heavy,
but right now, for a brief season, she was totally sexy.

   She said, "You must be Ashley's friend.  I'm Brett."

   "I'm Doug.  Pleased to meet you."

   I extended my hand and she took it.  Her breast was very close to my
hand.

   She said, "You like them." I was stung by embarrassment - busted for
staring.

   She touched my shoulder.  "It's OK to look.  After all, I'm not wearing
a shirt."

   She gave me a playful up-from-under look with her mouth in a pout. 
"Have one." I had eyes for nothing else.

   I brought my lips to the top of her breast.  It was wonderfully warm and
soft.  I slid my lips down to her nipple.  I sucked and licked it a little
and it hardened immediately.

   "Was it OK?  Maybe you should try the other." I did.  Her eyes held my
face as I straightened up.

   I said, "Very nice."

   My cock was hard already.  I wanted this woman.  I could have her too -
that's what we were both here for.  Taking Ashley's advice, I asked, "Is
there someplace quiet we can go?"

   She smiled.  "I know the perfect spot.  Come on."

   She took my arm as we turned away from the patio.  To the right, the
unseen action was now sounding even rowdier.  We went to the left down a
short hallway.  She pointed to the closed door straight ahead.  "That's
Regan and Guy's room.  We can fuck anywhere but there."

   She opened a door on the right.  It was a jungle, enclosed in a glass
extension off the back of the house.  Tropical plants with giant leaves
reached to the glass over our heads.  Orchids sat in South American pots on
the ground.  The air was warm and humid, fragrant with tropical blooms.  A
narrow path disappeared into lush foliage.  We walked through the leaves.
In the clearing beyond, a sunken hot tub steamed slightly.  Beside the tub
were neatly folded towels and beyond was a raised king-sized bed covered in
a clean white sheet.  Plants grew close to the bed on three sides and made
a canopy over it.  It was a cozy place meant for fucking.

   I stripped off my shirt and kissed that little bundle Brett.  She kissed
me back and rubbed her tits against me.  Our lips and tongues spent a long
moment getting acquainted.  Her body was soft and smooth.  I brought my
hands to her head and felt her bristly hair.  She put her hands in my hip
pockets and rubbed herself against my hard cock.

   She bent her head just slightly and kissed my nipple.  She curled her
lips back and playfully attacked me with her teeth.  I reached between her
legs to get her in return.  She was moist already.  She held my head and we
kissed again.  I wrapped myself around her possessively.  Our kiss became
urgent, then passionate.  When we separated, we were both flushed and
breathing fast.  I kissed her nose right on the little stud.

   "Do you like it?  It's new."

   "Yes, it brings out the sparkle in your eyes."

   She held me at an arm's length to display her body.  This hot young
woman, who I had met just moments before, asked, "Do you want me on the bed
or in the tub?"

   I wanted to go slow and enjoy this woman and I needed to go slow or I'd
be done before the party really got started.  "Let's soak in the tub a
little."

   She smiled her agreement.  I watched her take off her bikini bottoms
while I got undressed.  She turned the jets of the hot tub on.  We had to
ease in slowly as our bodies adjusted to the intense heat.  Once in up to
my chin, I half-floated in the swirling water.  The current was liberating
and sensual as it buffeted my cock.  Brett drifted with her arms straight
out to her sides and her breasts bobbing on the surface.  Her dark shiny
lips were parted slightly.  I wanted more of those dark shiny lips.

   I pulled her foot toward me and she came drifting over.  She wrapped her
legs around my waist and her arms around my head as we came together.  As
her chest pressed against mine, I felt completely surrounded by her
delightful flesh.  My cock nestled in her wiry pubic hair.

   We kissed and my hands explored her body - over her hips, down to the
crack of her ass, and up along her back.  I held her shoulders and slowly
bent her back so her tits were available.  She held them up to me.  I took
my time, kissing all around her breasts and occasionally licking a nipple.
I kissed my way up toward her neck and then breathed into her ear.  She
giggled and squirmed, rubbing my cock with her mound.  She was a cuddly
little bundle.

   After a while, I suggested that she turn around.  She unwrapped herself
from me, rotated in the bubbling water, and moved back, her butt against my
belly.  She spread her legs so they were outside of mine.  I wrapped my
arms around her and she settled down against the base of my cock, forcing
it straight out into the onrushing water.  I moved us a little so a jet of
water was aimed directly between our spread legs.  I kissed her neck,
feeling the stubble of her hair against my cheek while I held her full
buoyant breasts in my hands.  She stroked the head of my cock in a lazy
way. After a time, I moved my hands to her knees and then slowly up the
insides of her thighs to her pussy.  I gently explored her pussy while I
nibbled her neck and ear.  She snuggled back into me, making a little
noise. I wrapped an arm under her breasts and continued exploring.  She
twisted her head around and kissed me.  We sat together in the tub with our
hands in each other's crotches for several minutes.

   Gradually our hands became more active.  I felt dreamy from the water,
excited by the feel of her in my arms, and hard as a rock from her gentle
hand.  I pressed against her clit and she pressed back.  She kissed me
urgently as she grabbed my shaft and stroked.  I put a finger in her pussy
and then a second.  We abandoned the kiss to focus on hand work.  I could
feel her chest rising and falling rapidly under my arm.  Her breath was in
my ear.  She whispered, "Time for that bed."

   The air felt cool as we emerged from the overheated tub.  I felt relaxed
and energized and my cock stuck straight out.  She handed me a towel and
knelt in front of me.  She dried my butt and legs with her towel while her
lips hovered at the tip of my cock, not touching but so close I could feel
the breath from her nose.  My cock sprang up to my belly.  She looked up at
me with wide sparkling brown eyes.  She took the base of my cock with her
hand and bent it back to her mouth.  She extended a long tongue and licked
around the head.  She surrounded it with her warm mouth.  After a brief
suck, she stood up.  "Oops.  I'm supposed to be drying you," she said and
rubbed me with the towel.

   She stood still for me to dry her.  I rubbed her back and shoulders.  I
took each breast in the towel and dried it thoroughly.  She chuckled with
amusement.  I knelt to dry her legs.  She spread them and I gave her pussy
a lick.  She tasted like chlorine.

   Brett mounted the bed on hands and knees and looked back over her
shoulder.  Her legs were parted and she wiggled her full round ass at me,
displaying her asshole and the thick lips of her pussy amid her dark hair.
I said, "What a splendid butt."

   My hands sank into her flesh as I knelt behind her and put my lips to
her pussy.  I moved my lips in a long kiss.  I stuck my tongue out,
exploring.  She pushed back against my face and her taste quickly changed
from chlorine to cunt.  I put my arms between her legs and grabbed her
around the waist, forcing her legs far apart and pressing the flesh of her
ass against my head.  I licked the length of her slit and sucked on the
lips.  She gave out a long "Oh." I pressed my face into her firmly and
snaked my tongue into her opening over and over again.  Her taste was
stronger now.  Her body tensed and she moaned softly with each breath.  I
caressed her clit with the underside of my tongue, firmly and slowly.  Her
cunt sought my tongue, needing more.  I nibbled on her clit with my lips,
holding her firmly.  Her muscles tensed until she was locked in place and
panting.  I pressed against her more firmly so that my forehead was against
her asshole and kept nibbling slowly.

   She came, hard.  She spasmed back against my face and cried out.  Her
hand shot between her legs to my chin.  I licked her pussy lips gently as
she crested.  Then I placed her on her side and lay down next to her. 
After few moments, she was still panting.  "I see why Ashley likes you."

   I said, "I think you were primed."

   "I've been getting it every night lately.  No, you can't deny it, you
ate me really well."

   I laughed and put my arm around her.  We lay there for a couple minutes.
The hot tub clicked off.  I hadn't noticed the sound but now I enjoyed the
quiet.

   She sat up and pushed me flat on my back.  Her hand went to my cock,
which was still mostly hard.  "Can I try you now?"

   She knelt between my legs, licked her lips and eyed my cock like a
predator.  I got fully hard at the sight of her lips.  She took my cock in
her hand and put it in her mouth.  She sucked on it and caressed it with
her tongue.  I loved the feel of her firm warm tongue on the underside of
my shaft.  She pulled away and a string of spit bridged my cock and her
tongue.  She licked me like a popsicle on all sides of the shaft and
swirled her tongue around the tip.  Her hair looked butch but her full lips
received my cock sensitively.  She was stunningly erotic.  Her big tits,
the stud in her nose, the choker, and her lips all seemed intended just for
eating my cock.  Her eyes focused on it.  Once she had it absolutely rock
hard, she put it back in her mouth and straight into her throat.  She
backed off slowly, sliding her lips and tongue to the glans.  She dwelled
there at the sensitive tip and then took me in again and down her throat.

   She pulled her mouth off my cock leaving a thick coating of spit.  She
stroked the shaft with her hand then ducked down and took my balls into her
mouth.  My ball sack nestled in her mouth.  She lightly soothed it with her
tongue while she stroked my shaft with her hand.  I lay back, gazing up at
the canopy of foliage, and abandoned myself to the feeling.

   When my cock started to dry out she put it back in her mouth.  She
sucked it with lips and tongue, teasing and recoating me with spit.  It was
exquisite torture.  I willed myself to lie still as she popped my cock from
her mouth and continued stroking my shaft.  It was as hard as stone.  She
worked slowly and didn't pause until it was fairly dry again and I was
right on the edge.

   She contemplated my dick and said, "I once brought a guy to four orgasms
in under two hours using just my mouth and hands.  Well actually, I did sit
on it a little, and I rubbed it on my tits, but mostly my mouth and hands.
I had to tie him to the bed to do it."

   I thought of Ashley.  Half of me hoped Brett would do that to me; half
hoped she wouldn't.  I said, "Sounds intense.  Did he go insane?"

   "Not permanently.  Wanna fuck my tits?"

   She stretched out on her back and I straddled her.  She said, "I need to
get you wet again."

   I put my cock in her mouth and she licked me teasingly.  I moved back
and she said, "Spit on them."

   I worked up a mouthful of saliva let it go in a pool between her
breasts. I forced my cock down with my hand and rubbed the spit around in
her cleavage.  She brought her tits together and my cock disappeared in
their billowing softness.  I stroked and the head of my cock appeared,
heading for her choker and dark waiting lips.  All around were her breasts,
exquisitely soft and smooth.  She stuck her tongue out at the head of my
cock.  I moved back and forth inside the ultimate luxury cock wrapping. 
She spit at the head of my cock to keep me slippery.  Her nipples were dark
and hard.  I touched them, then pinched gently.  She said, "Harder."

   I pinched harder but she had more in mind.  She grabbed them and pinched
much harder than I had been prepared to do, then twisted the nipples and
pulled them up.  She brought a nipple to her mouth and licked it while she
looked at me.  She was flushed and smiling, breathing through parted lips.

   I moved between her legs and lay atop her.  Her kiss was forceful,
demanding.  I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit and pushed in.  Her
pussy was a perfect little glove, tight and slick.  Her tits were luxurious
but her pussy was made for fucking.  I moved in and out of her, exploring.
She wrapped her legs around my hips and drew me in.  I wrapped my arms
around her head and we kissed and fucked very close, not a lot of motion
but very satisfying.  Again I had the feeling of delightful flesh all
around me, close and cuddly.  We moved like this for some time, building
the intensity until I couldn't go slowly any more.

   I got up on my hands and fucked her hard.  The bed was springy and it
magnified the movement.  Her tits bounced wildly on her chest.  She tried
to control them with her hands but her body still bounced around on the
bed. I fucked her until my muscles couldn't take it any more.

   I pushed all the way in and ground the root of my cock up against her
clit.  She ground back and growled in my face.  We were locked together
aggressively, not moving much but not coming down at all either.

   I got off the bed and dragged her toward me by the legs.  She chuckled
as she got the idea.  I got her butt just over the edge of the bed.  She
opened her knees and took the lips of her pussy with her fingers, opening
herself to my cock.  I lined up the head and pushed in.  Her arms stretched
along the bed high above her head as I held her by the angle of her legs
and stroked, long and sure.  I was using different muscles and it was very
good.  I quickly built back to a rapid pace.  The height of the bed was
great.

   The position emphasized the feeling of my cock in her cunt.  Her cunt
was wonderfully tight and welcoming.  Her flushed face said "yea, fuck me,"
and I kept at it.  Her tits jumped and flowed on her chest.  I grabbed her
nipples the way she had done earlier, squeezing hard and twisting.  She
arched her back and moaned loudly.

   I bent her thighs back to her chest.  I put my hands on her hamstrings
and held her folded into a little package, impaled on my cock.  I pushed
down with the weight of my shoulders.  The bed was springy enough that I
got a full stroke just by pushing down on her.  My cock was forced up
against her clit.  Her reaction was an immediate "Oh, yea," while the
muscles of her pussy squeezed my cock.  It was perfect for me too.  I got a
rhythm going, keeping my lower body in place and moving her up and down
with my hands and shoulders.  She loved it.  "Don't stop.  God, don't
stop." Her face was scrunched up intensely.

   I was quickly getting there too.  I had to focus to keep from coming. 
My arms started to tire and that helped distract me.  There was no way I
was going to stop.

   She came with a shudder and a grunt.  She tried to straighten her legs
but I held her trapped.  She put her hands around my head as I pounded into
her with my hips.  She came again, harder.  She was yelling and clutching
me with her hands and pussy.  I lunged into her and exploded.  I stroked as
the orgasm ripped through me.  Gradually, the feeling receded.  I moved
gently, admiring her smile.

   She squirmed back onto the bed and I dropped beside her.  We were both
covered with sweat.

   I said, "You are absolutely wonderful.  God.  That was awesome."

   She said, "Anytime." She cocked a dark eyebrow.  "Any time."

   I put my arm over her and we lay there for a quiet moment.  I moved my
hand over her breast.  I squeezed it and brushed the hard nipple.

   She said, "You really like my tits, don't you.  You're kind of a tit
man."

   "Yea, you're right."

   "Here", she said.

   She got on her hands and knees over me and rubbed her tits in my face. I
got my hands on them and squeezed while I nibbled.  It took me a minute to
realize that the real purpose of this maneuver was to rub the cum that was
leaking out of her pussy all over my leg.  I yelled when I felt her humping
my leg with her slimy crotch.  We both laughed as I flipped her over on her
back.  I kept playing with her tits, one in each hand, but I also kept my
leg wedged in her crotch.  The slimy feel was turning me on again.

   We could have stayed there playing until we fucked again, but that
didn't seem like the right thing to do at an orgy.  I had met this woman
less than an hour ago and we had had a terrific fuck.  There were as many
sexy women at this party as I could possibly enjoy.  I would be fucking
another one soon.  The world was an endless vista of simple pleasure as I
lay there on that jungle garden bed with the little bundle Brett in my
arms.

   She said, "There's a shower just over there."

   We washed the cum and sweat off each other and fooled around a little
more.  We finished with a cold rinse.  I felt on top of the world and ready
for more.  I didn't see the point in getting dressed so I left my clothes
on the floor near the hot tub.  We walked out to the great room, arms
around each other.  We kissed and she said, "I'll see you later."



   ------ **** -----



   I pause and take a sip of wine.  The woman in the business suit gets up
and moves around the couch to sit beside Patrick, half facing him.  Another
button of her blouse is now undone and she's showing a lot of cleavage. 
She says nothing, just sits there calmly looking at Patrick.  I think about
introducing myself but Bill is already talking.  "So does she make porn
films too?"

   "She did, but she just quit the business.  She's marrying a dentist that
she met a couple months ago.  We're going to her wedding next week."

   Meg says, "Cashing out."

   "No, I think she's really in love.  I've met him and he's great.  He's a
big burley guy, not real handsome but gentle and nice."

   "Does he know what he's getting into?"

   "Oh yes, and I think he's damn smart.  Of course she'll be a hot looking
bride and she'll fuck his brains out on their honeymoon, but I think she's
a good catch for the long haul too.  She's sweet tempered and fun.  She'll
be a good mother, not a trophy wife.  I imagine her, years from now, one of
those big women that go wild in bed: PTA mom by day, killer mouth by night.
This guy's going to be so happy."

   Bill says, "So she was number one.  What happened next?"

   I think back to that afternoon.



   I got a bottle of water and went out onto the patio.  The earlier couple
had left and now Victoria was out there fucking Woody and a guy I hadn't
seen yet.  The other guy was dark and handsome like Cary Grant.  She was
bent over with one knee on a stool and he fucked her from behind.  I hadn't
seen Victoria naked and she was impressive to look at even with two guys
all over her.  Her legs were amazingly long and those big tits were shaking
all over.  Cary grabbed them and used them like handles.  She was trying to
take Woody's giant cock in her mouth.  In action, it looked even bigger
than it had when we were introduced.  She had about a quarter of it stuffed
in her mouth.  She backed off and tried again.  It looked like she got a
little more down each time.

   I decided to sit in the sun and watch the show.  The pool had concrete
steps in the far corner.  I sat naked on a step in the pool, the water just
up to my waist.  The pool was cool and the sun was warm.  I sipped some
water and soaked up rays.

   The two guys switched off.  Victoria took Woody's monster in her cunt. I
could see the other guy's cock now and it too was bigger than mine was. 
Oh, well.  Victoria gobbled it into her throat without a pause.

   Two girls stepped out onto the patio.  They turned to watch Victoria
taking on the two guys.  Both were blonde and could hardly have been older
than eighteen.  Beyond that, they looked very different.  The one on the
left was lush and shapely.  She wore a white bikini over her tanned body.
Her big tits were high on her chest and her hair hung down to the tops of
them in a shag.  She watched the action with large doll eyes.  She looked
soft and calm like someone just out of bed.  Her full lips held a natural
pout.

   The one on the right was angular and lean.  She was coiled like a
spring, constantly moving.  She was naked, not even any pubic hair, with
fair skin and no tan.  Her hair was bound in short little pigtails.  Her
tiny tits had prominent nipples but almost no swelling.  Her flat chest and
slender ribs looked like a young child's, but she had the strong face and
full hips of a woman.  She was sexy as hell.

   She continued to watch Victoria and the guys while the one in the bikini
walked over to me.  Her walk was worth watching, a languid, liquid motion.
The bikini drew attention to the swing of her hips and didn't constrain the
motion of her tits at all.  She put her small purse down on the patio and
sat in the pool with her thigh against mine.

   I said, "Hi, I'm Doug."

   "I'm Bunny." She faced me openly - receptive and wanting - just out of
bed and about to get back in.

   With a splash, the other girl dove into the pool.  She swam the length
of the pool under water, streaking along like a dolphin, and surfaced
between my legs.  She wiped the water from her face and said, "You must be
Ashley's friend."

   "Doug," I said.

   "Are you really a millionaire?"

   Bunny burst out, "Kym!"

   "Well, are you?" she insisted.

   "I'm just self-employed."

   "Cool.  Brett said she had you and you were great."

   "I think she was the great one.  We had a good time."

   "She also told me you were a tit man."

   Bunny shot her another look.  I said, "She told me that, too.  I
certainly enjoyed playing with hers."

   I looked Kym in the eyes.  They were extraordinary eyes, by far her best
feature, lively and intelligent, blue and clear under blond eyebrows.

   I continued, "Brett probably thinks that a tit man is someone that likes
big ones, but I like small ones too.  Yours are incredibly sexy, so young
and tender.  They look sensitive."

   Kym's nostrils flared a little.  "They're very sensitive."

   "How sensitive?"

   She leaned toward me.  I put an arm around her back and covered her left
breast with my other hand.  Her skin was so extremely soft that my hand
felt crude there.  I brought my lips to her right nipple.  It had been
standing up but it got harder immediately.  I brushed it with my tongue. 
She shivered and put her hand on my head.  With the tips of my lips, I
touched the ultimate softness of her skin.  I felt her heart beating
briskly just beneath.  My lips floated across her chest to her left breast.
She cradled my head with her arms.  I sucked on her nipple.  She squeezed
my head and I sucked harder.  She ground her shaved pubis against my naked
cock.

   I straightened up and said, "Precious."

   Kym took a breath and cocked her arm around my shoulder.  "Thanks." She
looked at me with a new appraisal.  "Guys usually go after Bunny's tits
first."

   Bunny pulled her shoulders back and watched me.  I said, "Bunny's are
lovely." Her nipples poked through her suit.  It was a very thin suit, just
patches of cloth held together with string.  The two erotic girls pressed
close around me.  Kym's pussy was at my cock and Bunny's breast was against
my arm.  They overwhelmed me.  I said absently, "What would that suit look
like wet?"

   Bunny dipped down into the pool.  When her top came out of the water, it
had mostly disappeared.  I could plainly see through the sheer clinging
fabric her areolas with their little bumps and her tall proud nipples.  She
looked sexier than if she were naked.

   She said, "That's what it looks like," and settled back against me.  I
had a hard time breathing.

   I asked, "So if Kym's tits are more sensitive, what gets you off,
Bunny?"

   Kym hadn't backed off at all and her arm was still over my shoulder. 
Bunny's hand was on my thigh and her pouting lips were very close.  "I like
to fuck new men," she said softly.  She looked at Kym.  "Actually, I think
I've had the biggest orgasms from Kym's tongue, but mostly I like a good
screw.  Sometimes it's best when the guy is nice.  Sometimes I like it a
little rougher."

   Talking to Kym, she said, "That Rodney guy was a little too rough but he
really got me there."

   "Yea, well I ended up blowin' Peter and didn't get much out of it.  Why
don't you spark one?" I understood now what had been going on when we first
arrived.

   Bunny reached for her little bag and pulled out a joint.  She said,
"Regan won't let us smoke in the house." While she was lighting it, Kym sat
on my leg.  I put my arm around her waist and she nibbled on my ear.  I
played with the young naked girl on my lap.  She said, "I can always get
Bunny hot.  Maybe later I can eat her and then you can fuck her."

   Bunny had a lung full of smoke and passed the joint to Kym.  I said,
"Sounds like a plan."

   I looked at Bunny and she at me.  Her top was a transparent fringe.  She
exhaled and said, "I'm up for it."

   Kym took a drag and handed it to me.

   I said, "I'd like to fuck you too." Kym nodded vigorously, her lungs
full of smoke.

   I took a hit.  I don't smoke much dope but this was good stuff.  I
inhaled it easily and it went right to my head.

   I passed the joint to Bunny.  Kym exhaled and asked, "What about you,
Doug?  What gets you off?"

   I exhaled.  "Lovely young girls.  I don't know, most anything it seems."

   "Are you married?"

   "No.  I was for a long time.  Now I guess I'm going out with Ashley."

   "Your wife catch you with some young girl?"

   I chuckled.  "No, she died about four years ago.  The young girls came
after."

   "Why don't you have a girlfriend that's your own age?" Bunny's eyes
bugged out at that.

   "None of them were much fun.  All they were interested in is marriage.
All they talked about was money.  I had some of the worst evenings of my
life fixed up with `suitable' women."

   Kym took big hit off the joint.  She turned and sealed her lips against
mine.  She exhaled, sharing the smoke.  We continued the kiss while we each
held our breath.  Her hand went to my cock and mine went to her thigh.  I
pulled her to me, rubbing her little breast against me.  Bunny took the
joint from her and finished it while Kym and I made out.  She was achingly
sexy.

   We broke the kiss.  I reached for Bunny and pulled her against me.  With
my other arm around her, we kissed.  Our tongues explored each other in a
lazy way.  Kym kissed my neck at the same time.  Two hands explored my cock
and balls.  I was surrounded, making out with two teenaged hedonists.  I
was rock hard.

   Kym said, "We need more room."

   When Bunny stood up, her bikini bottom was transparent like the top. 
She too had a shaved pussy.  The fabric of the bikini clung closely and I
could see the lips of her pussy, even the little hood at the top.

   We laid a towel on the grass.  Bunny kneeled on the towel.  I kneeled in
front of her and untied her top.  I had been wrong to think that she was
sexier in a see-through top.  The shape and sag of her unencumbered breasts
were perfect.  I took one in each hand and sucked on them in turn.  Kym
stayed close and put a hand on each of us.  As I sucked on Bunny's breasts,
she tipped her head back.  Kym leaned down and kissed her full on the lips.
I watched, keeping my hands on Bunny's tits, inches away as they kissed
passionately.

   Their mouths parted but their eyes were locked together as Bunny pulled
the cord that untied her bottoms and lay down.  Kym knelt over her face. 
Bunny put her hands on Kym's hips and started eating her.  Bunny's legs
were askew, exposing her naked wet pussy.  Kym looked at my cock hungrily
and licked her lips.  I was torn between Bunny's pussy and Kym's waiting
mouth.  The mouth won, for now.

   I stood over Bunny in front of Kym.  She took my cock and teased the
under-side with her lips, then stuffed it in her mouth.  She looked up at
me with those clear blue eyes, her mouth full of my cock.  Her lips and
tongue worked me over, helped by an occasional stroke of her hand.  She was
a skilled and eager cocksucker but she paused at odd moments as Bunny found
a sensitive spot.  Beneath her, Bunny's eyes were closed in concentration.
I floated with the moment - Kym's mouth on my cock, the warm sun, and the
buzz from the dope.

   Kym was pausing more and more.  I bent down and rubbed my hands over her
little tits.  She gasped around my cock.  I centered my fingers on her
nipples and tweaked them a little.  She let my cock out of her mouth and
bent down until her forehead was against my knee.  I worked her tits harder
and Bunny sped up too.  Kym held onto my legs and rubbed her crotch against
Bunny's face.

   She came with a strangled cry.  Her spasm pulled her head downward and I
supported the weight of her body with my hands over her tits.  She shook
and made a gurgling sound while I moved my hands around.  Finally, she
threw herself off of us onto the ground with a loud "Oh."

   Bunny was flushed and smiling, the first real smile I had seen from her.
Kym looked back at her, breathing hard and smiling too.  "OK, you're going
to pay for that."

   She was between Bunny's legs in a flash.  Bunny reached out to Kym's
head as Kym attached her mouth to Bunny's clit.  Bunny sighed.  Her hair
was fanned on the blanket, her lips pursed as she concentrated on her
feelings.  They were a beautiful pair.  Bunny's breasts jiggled as she
spread her arms out wide and then back to Kym's head.  Kym's blue eyes
watched Bunny's face over her naked mound.  Bunny's tanned legs framed
Kym's pale back and rested on her full, round ass.  Kym's feet stuck up in
the air, toes curled.

   Kym brought Bunny to the edge, body locked, back arched and sweating. 
She gasped a little with each breath.  Kym was moving just enough to keep
her there.  Bunny clutched at her head and begged her, "Please." Kym didn't
relent right away.

   Finally, she started moving her mouth and using her fingers.  When Kym
got two fingers into her pussy, Bunny went off hard.  Her head and
shoulders curled off the ground and her hands and legs locked around Kym's
head.  She cried-out over and over, wrapped around Kym's head.  As the
first wave was passing, Kym motioned me over, "Quick."

   I climbed between Bunny's legs as Kym left and entered her while she was
still high from her orgasm.  Her eyes shot wide open but she immediately
wrapped herself around me and went crazy on my dick.  Soft, calm little
Bunny exploded beneath me.  She crushed me with her arms and wailed like a
hurricane as she rode her orgasm to a new level.  The lush curves of her
body rippled and thrashed.  Of course, it didn't last long enough.  As she
faded, my eyes found Kym's.  I pulled out of Bunny and jumped straight into
Kym.  She yelped, "In."

   My cock was already inside her.  She was tight, maybe tighter than
Bunny, but she was very wet and I slid all the way home in one stroke.  I
ground my cock inside her, then started stroking her hard.

   Her bones poked me as she moved her hips and squeezed my cock with her
pussy.  Her hands were all over - in my hair, on my back and ass.  She
yelled non-stop, "Shit.  Fuck.  God.  Keep going." Her pussy had a sort of
ridge not far back from the opening.  Every time the head of my cock passed
over it, I felt a click.  I concentrated on that and built up momentum.  It
was great and we kept on like that for some time.  I would have done it
until I came, but Kym said, "Roll over."

   Bunny moved back and we rolled next to her.  Kym sat up on her knees and
started fucking me.  Bunny leaned over my face.  Her hair cut off my view
of Kym and the rest of the world.  She kissed me, long and soft.  It was a
remarkable moment, such a wonderful kiss while my cock was in another
woman. Bunny's breast dangled near my hand.  I held it while we kissed. 
Kym was going at it hard on my cock.  I gasped as Bunny kissed me.

   She sat up, laughing, and kissed Kym on the lips.  She straddled my face
and brought the smooth lips of her pussy down on my mouth.  She smelled
strongly of sex and my tongue sought her sharp taste.  Kym paused for a
moment.  I assume they were still kissing but I couldn't see anything
except Bunny's ass.  One of my arms was trapped under Bunny's leg but I got
the other hand up to her clit.  I moved my tongue in her slit and she
squirmed wetly on my face.  I thrust my hips up at Kym.  She moaned,
apparently still kissing Bunny.  I ate Bunny and fucked Kym at the same
time.  It took coordination, like patting your head and rubbing your belly,
but I threw myself into it enthusiastically.

   Kym fucked back against me smoothly.  I echoed her movements to Bunny
and Bunny moved against us both.  We all moved together as a team and the
teamwork was hot and heavy.  Kym's pussy was taking me to the edge so I
focused on Bunny.  I lashed her cunt with my tongue and pressed her clit
with my finger.  She gasped and it excited Kym even more.  The two
teenagers were driving me crazy, but I could tell that Bunny responded most
to a slow, firm touch.  I sucked at her lips and pressed her clit while
thrusting into Kym.

   Kym came first.  Her pussy clamped around my cock and she leaned forward
embracing Bunny.  As she stopped moving, I thrust hard into her and she
came again.  When she quieted a second time Bunny said, "My turn."

   Kym pulled off my cock and it slapped wetly back against my belly. 
Bunny straddled my hips and I guided my cock into her.  She leaned forward
a little, showing off those magnificent tits, and continued the pace that
Kym had used.  I felt her pussy again, different than Kym's but the same.

   Now Kym brought her swollen pussy lips to my face.  She had cum several
times in the last few minutes but it didn't slow her down.  She was wetter
than Bunny but not quite as tangy.  She ground her pussy against my mouth.
I grabbed her hips and forced her back so I could tongue her clit, my nose
buried in her cunt.  My whole world was cunt, the one sliding on my face
and the clutching slickness on my cock.  I loved my world of cunt.  Bunny
fucked me hard, going for it.  Kym squealed and wiggled as I ate her with
gusto.

   After a couple minutes, Bunny froze, clamped her thighs against my hips
and shuddered internally.  The two girls' cries were cut off, apparently by
another kiss.  They stayed on top of me, then toppled over onto the grass,
still kissing.  They separated and looked at me.  They lay side-by-side on
their backs, legs spread, full hips and hairless pussies calling me.  I had
dallied all afternoon with these hot girls.  It was time to cum.

   I got between Kym's legs and took her again.  She wrapped her legs
around my waist and I fucked her with determination.  I held my weight on
my hands so I could watch her bright eyes.  Her tender little chest
inspired me more and her pussy welcomed my thrusting cock.

   Bunny watched from beside us on the ground.  She gave me a smoldering
look and sucked on her finger.  She distracted me.  Kym's eyes shone with
amusement at my dilemma: I wanted Bunny again but I couldn't stop long
enough to switch.  I concentrated on Kym.  Her pelvis was rigid against the
ground and I pounded into her.  Locked eye to eye, I pumped hard and came.
It was joyous, wonderful.  On and on, I pumped my cum into that sexy little
girl.  When it passed, I collapsed at her side.

   Bunny moved against me so that I was nestled between the two terrific
girls.  My muscles trembled and I gasped for air.  Each girl put a hand on
my thigh.  I kissed each in turn.  We lay on the grass cooling down.  Kym
traced designs on my chest with her finger.

   Bunny said, "Did that make up for Mr.  Blowjob?"

   "Oh, god yes.  It was awesome.  I like the way this guy helps out and
doesn't try to take over."

   "For sure."

   I said, "I'm very glad you liked me.  I never had a pair like you two.
It was hotter than I could have imagined."

   After a moment of silence Kym said, "Yea.  I'm going to cool off in the
pool."

   We all got up and jumped in.  The water was invigorating.  I swam a lap
and Kym attacked me from below.  The three of us played at grabbing and
splashing each other.  I got out and straightened a towel on the grass. 
The girls joined me a moment later.  We lay there naked, drying in the late
afternoon sun.  Just as the sun touched the horizon, a voice called out
from the house.  "Hey, you guys want something to eat?"

   We stood up, traded kisses and walked toward the house.



   ------ ***** -----



   Bill says, "That's three."

   Patrick, sitting against the woman in the business suit, has his hand on
her thigh under the hem of her short skirt.  He has plainly been affected
by my encounter with Bunny and Kym.  He looks directly at Meg.  She says
rather forcefully, "I think Patrick wants the two of us."

   The woman in the business suit speaks to the group for the first time.
"I don't really want to share him."

   She turns to Patrick, brushes a curl of dark hair off his forehead, and
gives him a peck at the corner of his mouth.  Patrick turns into the kiss
and she opens up to him, kissing him back with a hand at his head. 
Everyone freezes, watching this complete stranger, who initially seemed so
cold, kissing Patrick right in front of everyone.  The woman in the
business suit stands up, picks up her purse, and commands Patrick, "Don't
move.  I'll be right back."

   As soon as she is well out of sight, everyone explodes in laughter.

   Patrick says, "During Doug's story I found that my hand was on her
thigh. I pulled it away but she put it back."

   Mike says, "I think we're all getting a little worked up."

   Meg says to me, "I should leave.  I wouldn't be able to work with these
guys if I jumped one of them."

   Baldy says, "You could jump me instead."

   Meg looks at him then for the first time.  She checks-out his muscles
and his handsome face and she's instantly and obviously in lust.  "OK.  Are
you an axe murderer or a drug addict?"

   "No."

   "Then you'd better join us." Meg gives a low whistle as he walks over to
sit next to her.  She wraps an arm around his neck, claiming him as the
woman in the business suit returns.

   The businesswoman has gotten rid of her panty hose.  She stands next to
Patrick and takes off her suit jacket.  Her blouse is supposed to be worn
under a suit jacket and over a nice bra.  It is totally transparent.  Now
the bra and jacket are missing and she might as well be topless.  She has
nice firm tits with a scattering of beauty marks.  Her nipples are sharply
pointed.

   She sits against Patrick again while everyone in our group tracks her
chest with their eyes.  She places Patrick's hand back on her thigh and
says to me, "Please continue."

   It takes me a second to remember what happened at Regan and Guy's house
that night.



   Everyone was gathered in the great room when I came in with Bunny and
Kym.  The others had put on bits of clothing, the women in lingerie and the
men tending toward boxers or pajamas.  People stood or sat around the room
eating from small plates.  I saw Ashley for the first time since we had
arrived.  She gave me a big smile and I smiled back.  She wore thigh-high
stockings, a lacy white g-string and matching half-cup bra.  I knew she
hadn't been wearing them when we arrived and wondered where she had gotten
them.  She looked terrific.  I went to her and we kissed.

   She stood with the Carry Grant guy that I had seen with Victoria.  With
them was another guy who was young and cute like Brad Pitt.

   Cary said, "I'm Guy Sorenson." Our host.

   I introduced myself and we shook hands.

   "I see you survived Bunny and Kym."

   "Just barely."

   The other guy was holding a beer.  "We were watching you out there, man.
You gave it to those bitches pretty good."

   "Thanks," I supposed was the appropriate reply.

   Guy continued introductions.  The crude one was Rodney.  The athlete I
had seen on the patio when I first arrived was Dick.  He actually was a
linebacker for a pro team back east.

   I said, "And I haven't met that stunning woman with the long hair." She
had been with Dick on the patio.

   "That's my wife." He called to her, "Regan?"

   The room centered on her soft, feminine, powerful presence.  Ashley
hadn't exaggerated.  Her auburn hair was brushed out and it hung in a thick
mass to the small of her back.  Her brown eyes were warm and friendly and
her mouth was remarkably wide and full.  She put down her empty plate and
walked toward us, graceful and flowing.

   She was tall like a model, with long legs and a short waist, but too
curvy for a fashion magazine.  She wore a cream-colored silk sheath that
hung off one shoulder and skimmed her closely.  Her hips were broad.  Her
belly was flat across the pelvis so that her pubic mound made a little hill
under the silk sheath.  Her breasts were only a little smaller than
Ashley's were.  They moved inside her silk gown.  Her eyes held mine as her
husband introduced us.

   "Ashley's told me so many good things about you," she said in a rich,
low voice.

   Guy said, "Maybe you could show Doug where to wash up and find something
he can wear."

   "I'd love to."

   I nodded at Ashley and she gave me a wicked look as Regan lead me back
toward her bedroom.  Regan's every motion was slow and smooth like she
savored every moment, every breath.  I'd never met anyone that seemed so
completely sensual.

   Regan's bedroom was filled with flowers and chintz furniture.  The bed
was covered with a duvet and satin pillows.  I stopped to admire a
life-sized abstract painting of a nude woman.  In just a few lines, the
artist had captured Regan's sensual power.  "Guy insisted on hanging it
here.  He calls it his inspiration." I could see why.

   She pointed me to the bathroom and I gave myself a quick rinse in the
shower.  When I stepped out she was there, wrapping me in a huge fluffy
towel.  She inclined her mouth toward me and I kissed her before I could
think.  Her kiss was openmouthed, soft but not at all tentative.  She drew
me in and I spent a long moment feeling her lips, my hand moving on her
silk-covered back.  It was just an introduction, but wow.  She held out a
short black silk robe and I put it on.  My skin luxuriated in the feel of
silk.  My cock was half-hard.

   "Looks good.  You have nice legs."

   I thanked her and she said, "Would you like something to eat?"

   We returned to the great room and I took a plate.  Regan described some
of the appetizers.  "These mushrooms are stuffed with crab." They all
sounded delicious.

   A loveseat near the main group was empty.  I sat to one side, making
room for Regan, but she sat sideways on my lap.  Silk rubbed on silk.

   She fed me a mushroom.  It was creamy and heavenly, an explosion of
complex tastes.  After I had swallowed, she kissed me.  It was a long,
soft, exploring kiss.  Our tongues twined together.  She said, "They're
even good second-hand."

   She fed me another mushroom and we kissed again.  My hands rested on the
silk of her gown.  I felt the warmth of her body against my chest.

   Someone suggested dancing.  A couple of the guys moved a couch and a
table to make a dance floor while Guy put CDs in the changer.  Swing music
started playing and three couples began to dance.  Woody and Ashley were
excellent dance partners, though she looked odd in that outfit.  Rodney sat
in a large chair in the corner and insulted Woody's dancing.  Everyone
ignored his drunken comments.  I finished my supper and asked Regan to
dance.

   We got up just as a slow number started.  She felt so fine in my arms.
We swayed slowly around the floor getting used to moving with each other.
When the tempo picked up, I twirled her around like I knew what I was
doing. Her husband cut in on the next song and I danced with Kym, who was
wearing a satin tank top and no pants.  I put my hand on her naked butt and
she rubbed her bald pussy against my thigh.  Seeing Regan with Guy, I
wondered how she had the patience to dance with anyone else, but she cut
back in on Kym during the next song.  After a few numbers we were gliding
around the floor.  Dancing with her seemed effortless.  We went back to the
loveseat with our arms around each other.

   Regan and I made out slowly while watching the other couples.  Brett sat
on a couch with Peter between her legs.  She wore a black bustier that
pushed up her huge tits.  They trembled as he ate her.  Ashley sat next to
Brett.  Woody stood beside her and she had his monster cock out through the
fly of his boxers.

   Regan saw me looking at Ashley.  She said quietly, "Ashley is one of the
finest people I know.  She cares for you very much."

   "I'm beginning to understand that." Regan searched my face intently as I
looked at Ashley, beautiful with Woody's cock in her mouth.

   The stereo was rocking.  Guy and Kym competed with Dick and Victoria to
see who could dance dirtier.  Peter had popped Brett's tits out of her
bustier.  He had one in each hand while he continued to munch her pussy. 
Rodney had fallen asleep in the corner.

   I turned my attention back to Regan.  I kissed her strongly and she
slipped a hand inside my robe.  We stroked and rubbed each other, building
urgency.  After a while we were half lying on the cramped loveseat.  She
brushed her lips against my ear.  "Let's go somewhere and stretch out."

   She led me to a bedroom at the back of the house.  It was dark inside
but from the light of the door I could see a large bed in the middle of the
room.  She said, "Leave the door open while I light a candle."

   My bare feet sank into luxurious carpet.  She struck a match and her
hair was haloed in light.  It was a large bedroom but there wasn't any
furniture aside from the bed and the small table with the candles.  Dozens
of pillows of all sizes were scattered over the bed and across the soft
floor.  The walls were draped in fabric all around.  When I closed the
door, the sounds of the party ceased.

   We came together in the center of the room.  She embraced me softly.  I
touched my lips to her neck, the lobe of her ear, the pulse at her throat.
She smelled faintly of vanilla.  The urgency of a moment before had
vanished with the party.  The world slowed down.  There was only the woman
in my arms, sheathed in silk, her body moving richly against me.  We were
silent except for the rustle of silk.  I felt the swell of her breasts
against my chest and the warmth of her breath near my ear.

   We held each other for a long moment, not kissing, not moving, breathing
slowly, hearts beating.

   We kissed.  My hands drifted from her shoulders, down her back to the
roundness of her butt.  Her hands mirrored mine and we pressed ourselves
together.  We moved against each other, an echo of our dancing.  Her hands
went lower to the hem of my robe.  Her arms came up under it, skin on skin.
I moved back and the little robe fell to the floor.

   A touch on her shoulder and she turned around.  Her back fit against my
front, my cock along her butt.  I pressed my cheek against her hair and
held her hips.  She reached her arms up and back to my head, opening her
whole body to my hands.  I moved them down her hips and in to the junction
of her legs, then slowly up over her belly, across her ribs and up.  I
squeezed her breasts gently as my cock moved against her.  I brushed my
fingers over her nipples and brought my palms to her sides.  I kept every
millimeter of both hands in contact with her - palms, fingers, and thumbs.
My hands flowed down her sides and together, pressing again between the
junction of her legs.  I nuzzled her hair for a moment and then retraced my
journey up over her ribs.  I could feel her heart beating more rapidly now.
I held her breasts in my hands, feeling their fullness and the hardness of
her nipples.

   I reached down and drew the silk nightgown over her head, stretching
high to clear her hair.  She turned and we kissed again, our naked bodies
pressed together.  I wanted to absorb her through my skin.  She was firm
and warm, softer than silk.

   She reclined on the bed amid the pillows.  I lay next to her, one leg
over hers, high up so her pubic hair rubbed against my thigh.  I took her
head in my arms and kissed her deeply.  She drank my kiss in.  Her mouth
was firm and open.  It inflamed me.  Our legs moved against each other as
the kiss went on.  Finally, I leaned back to get a breath.  Her warm brown
eyes shone at me.  I looked lower to see the spread of her breasts, the
tiny down on her belly rising and falling with each breath, the shadow of
her hip bone.

   She gestured me to lay back.  She passed her hand gently over my chest
and belly.  A shiver ran the length of my body.  She moved to my feet and
started caressing them.  She didn't rub my muscles, just touched the skin.
She caressed every bit of me.  She gently separated my toes so she could
touch between them.  Her fingers moved slowly, over and over, working from
my feet up.  I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply.  Her touch was light, on
the edge of tickling.  With the sex I'd had earlier in the afternoon, it
was almost unbearable.  I could feel every cell of my skin, every hair
follicle.  When she reached my cock, it was rock hard.  She took the base
in one hand and caressed the shaft using exactly the same motion that she
used on the rest of me.  After she had finished with it, she gently
returned it to its natural angle, suspended rigidly above my belly.

   She worked slowly up my belly and chest.  Her touch on my nipples was
directly sexual.  I could understand why Ashley reacted so strongly when I
touched her there.  She paid particular attention to my lips and cheeks, my
whole face.  She touched my eyelids without making them twitch.

   Her face was very close to mine, her hair all around.  I ran my fingers
through her hair.  Her eyes were huge and soft.

   I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her onto her back.  I moved to
her feet and began the journey over her body that she had taken over mine.
I kept the slow pace and light touch that she had shown me.  I felt that I
really could absorb her through my fingertips.  I slowly worked my way up
her long legs.  Her pussy gleamed in the candlelight and smelled of spice.
I followed her example and caressed her folds in the same unhurried way. 
Her breathing was noticeably faster as I moved my fingers into her pubic
hair.  I contemplated her angles and curves as I went.  Her calm face, when
I reached it, fascinated me.  I felt the angle of her nose, the softness of
her eyelids and the folds of her ears.  When my fingers reached the scalp
at her temples, she opened her eyes and kissed me.

   Her kiss was soft, then passionate.  I stretched on top of her as we
kissed.  My pampered skin welcomed hers.  We moved urgently again as the
kiss developed.  I clutched her to me and wedged my thigh between her legs.
Her dampness inflamed me more.  I slipped the palm of my hand over her
pussy and she pushed back against my hand.  It was time for something more
direct.

   I moved down and she folded her legs back against her body.  She was
very limber.  Her legs went back tight against her body and presented her
pussy completely.  Her lips gaped, revealing the shiny pink core.  She
tasted like cunt and cum.

   Swiftly, almost effortlessly, she was fully aroused.  Her pussy flowed
and her nipples stood tight and tall above her flushed chest.  Her face was
flushed too, but her features were composed and happy.  She embraced her
arousal openly without tension.

   With a long "Ohhh" she put her hands in my hair.  She was breathing hard
but her legs stayed wide open.  Her body lay still as she received my
attentions.  She reacted very differently than Ashley did.  I studied her
closely as I ate her pussy.  Her easy excitement affected me strongly. 
With a firm but almost imperceptible motion, I caressed her clit with my
lips until, suddenly, she was very close.

   She went off with a loud cry.  She tore at my hair and dug her heels
into the bed.  I licked her clit fully and she was still cumming, rising
and cresting until she rolled away from me on the bed, whimpering.

   I crawled to her.  Her eyes sparkled and she started chuckling.  I
laughed too.  She pounced on me and started kissing all over my face.  She
was limp and a little shaky so it was like being pounced on by a kitten. 
She curled up against me and purred a little like a kitten while her
breathing slowed.  In a couple minutes she shivered and gave me a happy
look.

   She put her hand on my still-hard cock.  She got between my legs, cupped
my balls in one hand and took the shaft with the other.  I stuck a pillow
under my head so I could watch her full lips engulf my cock.  At first she
sucked and licked me slowly, almost ceremonially.  Gradually, she picked up
the pace.  My heart pounded in my chest.  I was ready.

   She moved toward me on the bed.  I moved on top of her and eased in. 
She was slick and wonderful.  I moved and she moved with me.  We danced on
the bed for the length of a song, then another and another.

   We rolled over, her on top.  She playfully whipped my face with her hair
and reached out to caress my nipples.  She was beautiful above me in the
candlelight.  We explored this position for another long, unhurried time. I
brought my hand to her face.  She took one of my fingers into her mouth and
sucked it provocatively.  All the while, I stroked inside her.

   She moved to a crouching position and increased the pace.  The sense of
urgency was strong now and I moved with it.  When I began to think we would
finish like that, she stopped, shifted her legs, and sat on my cock.  I
raised my knees and she sat back against them.  I couldn't move much, but
she squeezed me internally to keep us both on edge.  I said, "You're
driving me crazy."

   "Let's make this last."

   She slipped back between my knees and supported herself on her hands
behind her.  I raised up on my hands the same way.  I'd never done it quite
like this.  It was a position for slow sustained fucking.  We faced each
other frankly, eye to eye.  It wasn't a particularly close position but it
was very direct and intense.  My cock felt huge inside her, clutched along
its length by her firm slickness.  I was totally turned-on, not tense but
liberated and completely open.  I embraced the feeling and the sight of
her, beautiful and gleaming in the candlelight.

   We moved together that way for a long time - maybe hours, maybe
centuries - until we were both totally consumed.  It became a wildly sexy
game where each player tries to drive the other crazy.  I moved in and out,
then she moved on me.  I couldn't drive her over the edge without risking
defeat.  I twitched my cock inside her and she squeezed me in response. 
She was flushed and wild, as excited as I was.  The game went on and on. 
There were stratagems and feints, both of us right on the edge.

   We began moving together again, helping each other higher, ever higher.
My whole being centered absolutely on the woman before me.  I drank in
every nuance - the set of her muscles, the twitch of an eye, her pulse.  My
body responded to these cues and she responded to me.  It was subtle and
wonderfully mutual.

   Higher and farther we climbed until we were both screamingly close.  My
consciousness was pulled inward until I knew only my cock.  I stood firm
and thrusting, surrounded by her pussy, under unbearable sweet pressure. 
It was time.

   I took her hands in mine and slipped one leg over hers.  We both fell
back on the bed with our heads in opposite directions.  My cock was forced
straight down.  I rotated slightly and brought our crotches more closely
together.  With the leverage of our hands we could get a good stroke.  The
feel was refreshingly different.  The long strokes brought me back a little
from orgasm, then triumphantly rushed me over the edge.  She shuddered and
clutched my hands, crying out softly from the other end of the bed.  I
cried out too as wave after wave of ecstasy and release swept through me.
We crested and lay still at last, connected oddly in the middle.

   When my deflating cock slipped out, we slowly moved to each other.  She
snuggled her head on my shoulder while I cradled her with my arm.  We
drifted, eyes closed.  I fell into a kind of trance - no thought, no mind,
no self.  Zen.  I imagined Zen priests studying their whole lives to
achieve this state.  The woman beside me had taken me there in an evening.
She was my teacher.  I hadn't known sex like this.  I had never been in
tune with my partner in quite this way.  Sensual feelings I had never felt
I could now search for and explore.  I would explore them with Ashley.  I
would be a better lover for Ashley.  It was Regan's gift to Ashley.  She
had written a bestseller to draw Ashley to a healthier diet.  Now she was
drawing Ashley out of her old life to me.  I tightened my arm around Regan,
in awe.

   This sounds like a long chain of reasoning because that is the only way
I know to describe it.  There are times immediately after good sex when all
distractions are stripped away and the mind leaps forward with blinding
clarity.  This was such a moment.  It was all in one flash -
zenteacherashleygiftawesome.  In that flash I also understood that Ashley
had qualities that I didn't know, qualities that Regan saw.  Regan was
exceptionally accomplished, together and human.  She believed deeply in
Ashley.  If Regan believed then I would believe too.  I would find the
qualities that Regan saw.  Three-day visits weren't going to do it.

   I shifted to face Regan and she looked into my eyes.  I hadn't meant to
say anything but I must have been easy to read just then.  She kissed me
fiercely and buried her face at my neck.  I felt wetness there, tears.

   We lay silently together.  The future was full of promise.

   Regan sniffed and spoke for almost the first time since we entered this
private world.  "We should go back.  You don't want to miss the group sex."

   It was time to move forward.



   ------ ****** -----



   I am losing my audience.  Patrick has his hand all the way up the
businesswoman's skirt.  Her hand is in his lap too and they are Frenching
vigorously.  Mike stares at them.  Meg's blouse is unbuttoned and her bra
is unhooked.  Baldy has a hand in there while they kiss.  Her extended leg
looks long and elegant.  Only Bill appears to have been listening.

   Before he can update the count, his attention shifts to the main part of
the room.  All the other travelers have left.  The small attendant from the
refreshment counter is picking up empty cups and glasses, working her way
toward us.  She doesn't see what's going on until she is right behind Meg
and Baldy.  She freezes and then stammers, "I'm, um, closing up.  Uh, can I
take some of these glasses?"

   Bill says, "I'll help you," and stands up.  Bill is a big guy, 6'3" or
so, and I hadn't noticed before that he's really very good looking.  He has
blonde hair and a pleasant boyish face.  He moves with unusual assurance as
he gathers glasses.  His attention is never far from the small attendant.

   She thanks him with a very pretty smile and they walk back toward the
bar.

   Meg and Baldy have been watching this.  She says, "Am I crazy or is Bill
putting the moves on her?"

   I say, "Our Bill is going for it and she's interested." Meg turns
farther around to see Bill and the small woman standing very close together
in front of the refreshment counter.

   I reach for my book.  "Maybe that's enough stories."

   The businesswoman looks across at Mike.  "I want to hear about the group
sex." Mike nods agreement.

   Meg puts Baldy's hand back in her shirt.  "Yea.  These stories are
working for me."

   "OK."



   Regan and I walked back into the main room to find a full orgy in
progress.  Beautiful bodies coupled in a mass on the former dance floor. 
Individual identities were lost for the moment, leaving an impression of
moving skin, curves, and hair.  The sounds of sex made a disjointed
symphony.  A woman cried out rhythmically.  Another carried the melody,
gasping.  A man grunted, accompanied by skin slapping against skin.  I
breathed the musky, tangy smell.  New age music from the stereo went
unheard.

   Ashley lay on her side as Peter took her from behind.  Her long woman's
arm was cocked back to his head, her face turned away in a kiss.  His arm
crossed her ribs, muscles flexing as he moved his fingers at her clit.  Her
leg and it's now tattered stocking were raised and I could plainly see his
large, veined cock sliding in her pussy.  It was the first time I had
watched her being fucked by another man.  The erotic beauty of the two of
them, so absorbed, struck me forcefully.  His muscular body dominated her.
Her swinging, shaking breasts were thrust forward to me.  Her pussy lips
swelled around his cock, receiving it.  My cock pulsed with the memory of
her cunt.  I could feel how she must be squeezing him inside.  She shone
there on the floor in his embrace, a beautiful, urgent animal.  I have
never seen anything more glorious.

   Regan squeezed my arm and headed back toward her bedroom.  I took a
bottle of water, drank half of it down and sat on the empty couch.  My long
session with Regan had been too much to be fully discharged by a single
orgasm and the sights of the party around me were getting me fired-up
again. I felt charged and ready for more but content, for now, to enjoy the
scene.

   Victoria and Woody lay to one side, recently finished.  She leaned
against him, bright eyes watching through tousled dark hair.  Bunny and Guy
69ed in the middle of the floor.  Her hair hung down obscuring the action
at his crotch but his legs flexed along the floor.  His legs seemed bony
and hairy in contrast to her long smooth curves.  His hands firmly held her
hips and moved her pussy over his mouth as he wished.  She gave a muffled
cry, nearly there.

   Kym was on her hands and knees eating Brett while Dick fucked her from
behind.  His back was to me and I had to admire his athlete's body.  He had
the classic V shape with massive shoulders and sharply defined lats, narrow
hips, and a solid muscled butt.  His cheeks clenched with each thrust and
sweat dripped from his crew-cut hair.  Brett was laid out before Kym.  Her
arms stretched above her head and her pale legs were spread wide.  Her
bustier was gone and her huge tits wobbled on her chest.  Her eyes were
closed in concentration but her shiny dark lips were open for more.

   Victoria came over to me.  She folded her long legs and sat cross-legged
on the couch facing me.  She put her hand on my shoulder.  "Hey.  All
done?"

   I don't suppose that any active participant in an orgy can keep an
elegant look.  She had streaks of dried cum in her hair and all over her
left breast.  Her nipples pointed at me.  Her lean belly was gathered in
folds.  Below, her pussy gaped open and a strong smell of sex came from
her. A red fingernail rested on my shoulder.  I replied, "No, I guess I'm
not done yet."

   She slid sideways onto my lap and wrapped an arm around my neck.  Her
kiss was vigorous, her tongue active.  My free hand explored her breasts at
length.  I bent my head and tongued her nipple, moistening the dried cum
there while she breathed in my ear.  My cock firmed rapidly against her as
I explored with my hand along her belly and hips.  I caressed the inside of
her thigh up to her pussy.  She spread her legs and I inserted a finger. 
She was full of cum and sloppy wet.  She encouraged me with her kiss.  I
spent a long while just feeling the inside of her with my finger.  I
brought it to her lips and she sucked the cum off and nibbled a little
before I returned my hand to her cunt.

   Ashley now lay on the floor while Peter fucked her missionary-style. 
She caught my eye over Peter's shoulder and inclined her head in greeting.
She looked happy and very hot.  Bunny lay beside her getting fucked by Guy.
Two heads of blond hair were spread on the floor.  Two women looked at each
other and smiled.  Above them, two trim butts rose and fell in time.

   No oriental despot ever knew more indulgence than I did that night.  I
lazily explored La Victoria's body with my hands - I would fuck her soon
enough - while I watched the others coupling.  Dick still fucked Kym from
behind.  She looked overwhelmed, losing contact with Brett's pussy.  Woody
had moved to the love seat and Regan sat at his knee.  The two girls
getting fucked on the floor gripped their partners' backs, eyes closed,
blonde heads bouncing out of synch now.  I fed another finger full of cum
to Victoria's playful mouth.

   Dick picked Kym up bodily.  He held her in a seated position, her back
against his front, his hands under her thighs.  He stood with her in his
arms and continued fucking her.  Brett was momentarily abandoned on the
floor but quickly rose to her knees.  Dick spread Kym's legs and Brett dove
in.  Kym's slim child-like body was totally dominated, surrounded by
muscular arms and chest, held solidly in the air, impaled from behind while
the close-cropped head between her legs fastened on her clit.  She
dissolved into a wild series of screaming orgasms.  She flapped her arms
and kicked her feet uselessly in the air.  When her screams died down to a
mewling cry, Dick gently placed her on the floor.  She curled like a baby
on her side, sucking her thumb with eyes closed.  Now Dick guided Brett to
a nearby footstool.  He bent her over the stool and entered her from
behind. She gave a loud, "Yes!"

   Victoria and I kissed again.  She slipped off my lap and knelt between
my legs.  She took my cock in her hand and licked up and down my shaft, up
and down to my balls.  She took my balls into her mouth and paused with her
eyes locked on mine while she held my shaft in her hand.  She moved back to
my shaft and started fucking me with her face.  She planted her hands on my
hips so it was just my cock in her beautiful face, a face familiar to most
men.  My ego soared.

   Dick flipped Brett over on the footstool.  He held her legs high in the
air and started fucking her again briskly.  Balanced on the small stool,
her tits were thrown into wild motion.  She clutched her tits and held her
head up, watching his fine body service her.

   Victoria ran her hand down my shaft.  She took my cock fully in her
mouth, then stroked it again.  She worked back and forth until both my cock
and her hand were coated with saliva.

   Regan was eating Woody now.  His cock was too large for her to take much
of it in her mouth.  She licked and kissed and stroked the parts of it she
chose.  His head rested on the back of the love seat, eyes closed.

   Victoria's spit was running down my balls as her hand worked my shaft.
She paused at the bottom of the stroke and aimed my cock at her mouth.  She
gnawed it playfully then caressed it with her tongue.  Releasing her hand,
she took it all the way in and down her throat, her nose in my pubic hair
and her chin against my spit-covered balls.  She held that position for a
long breath, then released me and stroked the shaft contemplatively.  After
a couple breaths, back in her throat I went.

   Brett tossed about on the stool as Dick fucked her.  She changed her
grip on her tits, grasping their base and offering them upward.  She
watched Dick's every move with bright eyes.  He moved his hands to her
nipples.

   Ashley gave an angry cry as Peter got off of her and went to Brett's
head.  He touched his cock to her face and she opened for him readily.  He
began fucking her mouth while Dick worked her cunt.

   Ashley got up and came over to Victoria and me.  She was flushed and
breathing fast, clearly near the edge when Peter had left her.  Victoria
looked up at her with my cock stuffed in her mouth and recognized a friend
in need.  Ashley knelt on the couch, took my head, and shoved her wonderful
tits in my face.  She swung a leg over me while Victoria pulled my cock out
of her mouth and aimed it at Ashley's pussy.  Ashley kept her arms around
my head while she ground herself on my cock.  My cock had gone from
Victoria's face to Ashley's pussy in no time at all.  She pounded up and
down, using me to get off as hard and fast as she could.  It was incredibly
hot being used this way.  She impaled herself on my dick fiercely.  She
ground her clit against the root of it, down so deep that I could plainly
feel her cervix.  Her cunt grabbed me in jerky, uncontrolled spasms.  It
was wildly exhilarating.

   Victoria moved beside us on the couch and stroked Ashley's hair.  It
didn't take long.  Ashley shivered deeply, squeezed my head harder, and
whimpered into my hair.  When she grew still, she tilted my head back and
kissed me hard.  I heard the sound of another couple cumming not far away.

   Ashley slid limply onto the couch and looked across me to Victoria. 
"God, thanks.  I thought I was going to die the way that bastard left me."

   In the brief pause, I saw the threesome changing position.  Peter lay on
the floor and Brett was easing her asshole over his cock.  When she was
solidly on, she lay back and Dick addressed her pussy.  Her small body was
completely stuffed with cock and sandwiched between the two large men. 
Only her legs and arms showed.  Her enthusiastic cries were muffled as the
men began to move.

   I leaned over to Victoria and kissed her.  She kissed me back and put
her hand on my thigh insistently.  I got off the couch and knelt between
her legs.  I pulled her forward, lined up my cock, and slid in.  I knew she
was full of cum.  I didn't know she was so tight.  She drew me in with
strong muscular action.  I took several strokes.  Her sloppy slickness was
intensely erotic as I slipped through her firm, clutching pussy.  My
surprise and pleasure must have been evident.  She smiled at me
triumphantly.

   I stroked into her steadily - I never wanted to stop fucking her pussy.
She took my hands and placed them on her breasts.  She watched me with
amusement as I grabbed her tits and fucked her.  She spread her legs like
wings, straight out until they stretched along the entire front edge of the
couch, one calf on Ashley's legs.

   I was totally absorbed.  Victoria was tight, slick and open to me.  I
forgot about everything and just fucked her.  I had spent the day having
sex with beautiful young women, hours with Regan alone.  I needed to finish
it.  There was nothing else.  On and on, I fucked Victoria hard.  She
spread her arms along the back of the couch, composed as a sexual crucifix,
open, urging me.

   Primitive Man took control.  He gripped the hips before him and stabbed
my cock into the offered pussy.  She held up her breasts to him and he
fucked her harder still.  Her eyes shone brightly above the offered
breasts. He was maddened, pounding into her, driven to see her face
dissolved in orgasm.  He shoved my hands under her and gripped her by the
cheeks of her ass.  She started to lose it then.  She gasped and her foot
slipped off the couch.

   Primitive man threw her sideways to lie on the couch.  Her head landed
on Ashley's lap.  She spread her legs, one over the back of the couch. 
There was a distant sound of other people cumming but Primitive Man had
caught her scent.  He entered her immediately.  Her extreme slickness and
her firm grasping were everything.  He held himself on my arms and drove
into her furiously.  The two bodies were sweating freely and slipped
against each other.  Ashley stroked my head but I wasn't there.

   Primitive Man sat back on his heels.  He firmly took the woman's thighs
and bent them back to her chest.  He controlled her, dominated her, and
entered her.  She wasn't watching with amusement any more.  She was utterly
lost, eyes half-closed, body moving jerkily, making little sounds with each
gasping breath.  He pounded on with powerful unending thrusts.  She yelled
and dug her fingernails into my arms but Primitive Man didn't notice.  His
own release was in sight.  She yelled again, louder this time, powerless to
stop the second orgasm - or the third a moment later.  Then he was there
too.  It was thunder and lightning rolling through every part of my body.
It went on and on.  Primitive Man pointed his mouth to the sky and howled.
The whole room heard his voice.  With a final thrust of my cock in her
pussy he was gone.

   I collapsed on Victoria's crumpled body.  I was spent, stunned, and
incoherent.  As the world came slowly back, I felt her moving under me,
still gasping for breath.  Ashley put her hand on my cheek.  Victoria
started laughing weakly.  She looked at Ashley and said, "Fuck.  Does he do
that often?"

   "Occasionally."

   "Don't ever let go of this man."

   We untangled ourselves and Victoria got shakily to her feet.  I lay back
down on Ashley's lap.  It was all I could do at the moment.  I closed my
eyes and Ashley stroked me.

   All the action in the room had stopped as everyone watched us, but now
couples began to sort themselves out.  Victoria sat next to Woody.  Dick
went over to Kym, awake now but still lying where he had left her.  Regan
walked over to Guy.  He picked up a dishtowel and wiped a strand of Woody's
cum from her chin.  Bunny looked around for Peter but he stayed next to
Brett.  Bunny didn't look too concerned.  Rodney snored in the corner.

   Woody said, "We should get you on video, Doug.  That was one hot scene."

   I laughed a little at that.  I just wanted to lie there on Ashley's lap
forever, but I realized that I would never get up if I didn't move soon.  I
said to her, "There's a shower back in that jungle room."

   I set the shower to a warm temperature and we stood together, soaping
each other and kissing under the water.  After all those women, I was happy
to be with her.  Dick and Kym came in laughing and teasing each other. 
They joined us under the water.  Ashley and I rinsed off and found some
towels.  My clothes were still where I had left them, in a pile by the hot
tub.  I put them on while Ashley left to find hers.  I rejoined her a
minute later in the main room.  She laughed at the amazing mass of wrinkles
that the steamy jungle had set in my clothes.  Regan and Guy were cleaning
up the mess, still naked.  Ashley and I started to help but Regan wouldn't
hear of it.  "You guys have a long drive home.  This'll only take a
minute."

   At the door, Regan kissed me full on the lips.  My hands automatically
went to her body.  The feel of her - firm, warm and softer than silk -
reminded me forcefully of the time we had spent together.  I shook Guy's
hand while Regan kissed Ashley, also on the lips.  Regan said, "I approve
of this one."

   Ashley drove us slowly down the drive in the crisp late-night air.  As
she entered the empty freeway she said, "I was worried about you on the way
over, but you were the star of the show."

   "It was like you said.  When I got started I was fine.  Did it bother
you when I had sex with Victoria on your lap?"

   She laughed.  "God no, I loved it.  I got to watch you closely as you
came.  Usually I'm too involved to appreciate it.  It was beautiful.  Did
it bother you to see me with Peter?"

   "Not at all.  I can't describe how beautiful you looked.  I liked seeing
you having fun."

   "Right up to the part where he bolted." We both laughed.

   I said, "Regan is a good friend."

   "You two were gone for a long time.  What did she say?"

   "She didn't really say anything.  We had the most amazing sex.  It was
slow and so sensual.  Some day, in the distant future, when I've recovered
from this evening, we'll have to try the things she showed me."

   "I'd like that."

   We arrived at her house as the sky was starting to get light.  We went
immediately to bed.  Cuddled with Ashley, surrounded by the covers, I was
supremely happy.  I slept until noon, and I hadn't done that for 20 years
either.



   ------ ******* -----



   The end of my story goes unheard.  The businesswoman is sucking
Patrick's cock.  He's naked and she's between his knees.  He has a big
shit-eating grin on his face as he looks down at her head bobbing on his
lap.  Her blouse is open and his hands are on her breasts.  Her skirt is up
around her waist, pussy clearly visible.

   Mike has been staring at her all evening.  She turns back and gestures
him to come over.

   He walks over to her, unfastening his pants along the way.  I'm glad to
see that he is smaller than I am.  After Ashley's crowd, I was beginning to
think I was a shrimp.  He kneels behind the businesswoman and puts his hand
on her cunt.

   Meg and Baldy are fucking, naked.  He sits on the couch and she
straddles his lap facing him.  They're growling and snarling into each
other's faces.

   Mike moves directly behind the businesswoman and puts his cock in her
cunt.  She gasps around Patrick's cock.  Mike starts stroking briskly and I
can hear him slapping against her.  Mike and Patrick exchange a look of
triumph.

   Bill and the small attendant are nowhere to be seen.

   I reflect on the scene before me.  A group of strangers in an airport
have found that they share an animal need.  With no romantic build-up and
hardly any foreplay, they are acting on it.  It is the cure for business
travel.  All of them are totally absorbed, getting theirs.

   I contemplate Meg's body.  I had always thought of her as one of the
guys but she's really very sexy.  The muscles of her narrow back flex as
she moves on the bald guy.  She's got a wonderful ass that's moving up and
down.

   I think about joining them.  I'd love to have her and I know she would
accommodate me.  Ashley would encourage me to do it too, but I wonder if
Ashley would actually do it if the situation were reversed.  We still swing
with her friends in L.A.  but this seems different, a gray area.  I think
of how hot it will be when I see Ashley tonight and I know I'm going to
wait.  I head to the bar for a drink.  I'm going to watch the show.

   When I return, Meg and Baldy have stretched out on the floor.  She has
her legs up around his waist and he's fucking her like a machine.  He's
very buff.  He fucks her hard and she is totally into it.  It's beautiful
watching someone I like getting what she really needs.  I'm very happy for
her.

   The businesswoman is gasping around Patrick's cock as Mike fucks her
from behind.  Mike gives a loud cry and arches back as he cums inside her.
After a few more strokes he slips out and sits on the floor.

   She looks up at Patrick.  "Now."

   Patrick stands with his dick sticking straight up.  She lies on the
couch and Patrick gets between her legs.  He takes the time to worship her
body.  He pulls off the remaining bits of her clothing.  He kisses her,
touches and strokes.  This is his natural environment, the place where he
does his best work.  She's hot from Mike's fucking and desperate for
Patrick's cock but he makes her wait until the moment of his choosing.  He
brings his cock to her pussy and teases it at the entrance, then slowly
slides in.  She's much more vocal than she had been.  Her legs spring wide,
toes sharply curled as she claws at his back.

   A high-pitched cry comes from the back room, the sound of a woman
cumming.  It's loud enough that the two couples pause for a moment.  Mike
shouts encouragement to Bill and the two couples start again.

   Baldy is very close.  He is shaking and twitching but he keeps fucking
Meg.  She clamps her legs around him and cums.  After a couple more
strokes, he is there too.  His ass clenches hard as he cums in her and Meg
cries out a second time.  They don't move apart, just lie on the floor in
the afterglow and kiss.  I'm glad I didn't interfere.

   Patrick and the businesswoman cum together.  She yells until Patrick
stills her with kisses.  Her executive manner is utterly gone.

   The room is still for a moment until another loud female cry comes from
the direction of the back room.  It's longer and more sustained this time.
The men all shout raucous encouragement at Bill this time.  I imagine his
acute embarrassment.

   My cell phone rings until I can dig in my bag and answer it.  It's
Ashley, of course.  Everyone looks at me as I talk to her.  "I'm in the
Salt Lake airport watching the decadent decline of western civilization."
The businesswoman hides her face, Patrick still between her legs.

   Ashley asks me what I mean and I give her a summary.

   "You aren't getting any?"

   "No.  I only told the story."

   "If you're waiting for my permission, you have it.  You should party
with your friends.  Just tell me about it afterward."

   "I'd rather party with you.  I'm really looking forward to fucking you
when I get home."

   She promises that I won't have to wait until we get home.  She always
keeps her promises.

   The businesswoman works herself from under Patrick and goes to the rest
room carrying her clothes.  Patrick and Mike also leave with their things.
Meg stays on the floor kissing Baldy.  When the businesswoman returns,
fully clothed and put together, she can't seem to look anyone in the eye.
Gradually, everyone gets collected.  Bill and the small attendant emerge
from the back room, arms around each other, blushing and smiling.

   Our flight is called and we carry our bags to the crowded gate.  The
small woman stays close to Bill.  We ask one of the gate attendants and he
predicts that some of our group are not going to make it onto the plane. 
The gate empties as people board the plane.  I pace in the departure
lounge. Spending the night in Salt Lake City would be just too terrible.

   They make the final boarding announcement and two more passengers show
up.  Damn.  Finally, they call the first stand-by.  The woman in the
business suit gets a boarding pass.  Shit.  They call my name second.

   The only name they don't call is Bill's.  He apologizes in advance for
missing the staff meeting in the morning.  He looks supremely happy.  His
new friend in the airline uniform looks suspiciously innocent.  Mike says
blandly, "It could take a couple days to get a plane out of here."

   The flight home seems very long.  I can't seem to focus on my novel and
it doesn't help that I'm riding the middle seat in coach.  When I go to the
restroom, I see the woman in the business suit sleeping peacefully on
Patrick's arm.  I remember the way she chewed-out her assistant on the
phone.  I hope someone is pleasantly surprised by the boss in the morning.

   Ashley greets me at the gate.  She wraps herself around me and kisses
all over my face.  It's been a long trip, but I'm home.



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