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From: Charles Dodgson <chaz_dodgson@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} April_j (Mf;v,o,a;rom ) [C.Dodgson]
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Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2005 00:10:02 -0400
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APRIL_j (Mf;v,o,a;rom )[C.Dodgson] She was tall, lean, in her mid-twenties
and gorgeous.  Her companion was a reject from a toxic waste dump.  Tom
waited for the call for his flight back to Los Angeles and enjoyed watching
her from across the O'Hare Airport boarding lounge.  A family group walked
in and took the empty seats in front of Tom blocking his view of the girl,
so he opened his notebook and started to fill in his expense report.

   Tom had a degree in psychology and strong minors in math and physics
specializing in electronics.  No one was hiring inexperienced PhDs in
psychology so he had taken the sales job his friend offered.  Small
computers weren't a promising field but he could practice his programming
on the machine he just bought from two guys in Palo Alto.  He had given a
talk on his company's products to the Home Brew Computer Club and met both
Steves there.  The silly name they'd given their computer showed that it
would never go anywhere, but Tom still enjoyed playing with his Apple Two.

   He was jarred from his reverie by the gate clerk paging someone to come
to the podium.  'Idiot,' thought Tom.  'It's a lectern, not a podium.' He
had tried to explain the difference to some airline personnel.  A podium is
a box one stands on.  The unit they were standing behind was a lectern. 
They were all visibly irritated that a mere passenger would try to tell
them what their furniture was called.

   The clerk then asked that first class passengers board the aircraft. 
Tom's boss told all his people he flew first class so he couldn't expect
them to fly coach.  Tom handed his ticket to the clerk, walked through the
portable tunnel and onto the DC-10.  The attendant took his all-weather
coat, hung it in a closet, and asked what he'd like to drink.  He said he'd
have a glass of white wine, Johannesburg Reisling, preferably.

   Just as he started to write, someone bumped his seat.  He turned around
and saw Neanderthal man.  His girlfriend was already seated by the window.
"They put these fuckin' seats too close together.  From now on I charter a
plane so I don't have to put up wif all the dead people." From his accent
Tom knew the jerk was from England or possibly Australia.  He made a mental
note to learn the differences.

   After they took off, Tom reclined his seat and closed his eyes.  He had
been up late partying with his co-workers at the motel bar and hoped to get
some sleep on the way home.  Unfortunately, the two behind him kept him
awake.  She was trying to make pleasant conversation, but the guy put her
down for everything she said.  Her voice put her at about eighteen instead
of her mid-twenties.

   The flight attendant started to ask about drinks then recognized Dogface
as a punk-rock star.  He basked in her adoration.  "Tell you what, Luv. 
Gimme a glass of Irish Whiskey neat and give the bird 'ere a martini on the
rocks." The girl started to demur but he said, "You'll drink wha' I fuckin'
well tell you to drink.  Understand?"

   Then he turned to the attendant and said, "She's a bit of a twit, you
know.  I've got to do all 'er thinkin' for 'er." Tom thought, 'England, not
Australia.'

   As they had more to drink, he got worse.  "And another fing, bird.  What
kind of an arshole are you, to take Ludes before snorting coke?  You don't
know a fuckin' thing.  Ludes are downers.  They cancel out most of the
effect of the coke.  You're just plain gormless.  That means brainless to
you stupid illiterates." This continued until the meal was served.

   "Ay, I asked for me steak to be cooked.  This fing's bloody raw.  Take
it back and bring me a cooked one." The attendant took the meal away.

   The girl tried to explain that many people in the U.S.  prefer their
beef a little rare, but she thought the attendant could microwave it to
make it medium.  "There you go again, finking when all you're good for is
fuckin'.  Don't EVER try to correct me again.  Do you understand me?"

   A while after the meal, the pilot announced they were over the Grand
Canyon.  The Hagfish in back of Tom said, "I sure would have liked to been
there when the earthquake opened up that 'ole in the ground."

   She said timidly, "I think it was caused by the Colorado River cutting
away the soil."

   "That's it.  That's bloody it.  You are finished, bitch.  You were
rotten in bed anyways.  'Ere.  See this.  It's your return ticket.  Watch
this." Tom heard the sound of tearing paper.  The girl started to cry and
plead with him.  Finally, he said.  "I was always soft hearted.  'Ere. 
These are your claim checks.  Now you can get your baggage and do what you
want.  Don't say I never gave you nothin'."

   As they landed, the girl was still pleading with him.  The attendant
said, "Here's your coat, Mr.  Jordan.  Do come back and fly with us soon."
Tom put his coat over his arm and followed Mr.  Personality and the girl
off the plane.

   When the bags came down the chute to the carousel, the Pig grabbed his
and started to walk out to a waiting limousine.  She said, "Please, I don't
have any money.  I can't do anything." He laughed, got in the car and left.
The girl was standing there, crying.

   Tom said, "I couldn't help overhearing what went on.  I can lend you
some change to call a friend."

   "I don't know anyone in Los Angeles," she said through sniffles.

   "OK.  Let's call your parents and they can wire you some money.  I'll
drive you to the Western Union office."

   "No, the reason I was with him was to get away from them."

   "Friends?" She shook her head.

   Tom sighed, "Well . . ., since your boyfriend, The Arshole, isn't coming
back, you can sleep on my couch until you figure out what to do.  I promise
I won't hit on you." They carried their bags across the street to his car
in the parking lot.

   He drove to his apartment in Redondo Beach.  Once inside his place he
said, "It's a two-bedroom apartment, but I use one as an office, so you can
sleep in my room tonight and I'll sleep on the couch."

   "That's OK, I can sleep on the couch, but may I take a shower?  I really
feel dirty."

   "Sure." Tom showed her where the towels and other stuff were then closed
the door on his way out of the bathroom.  He went into the kitchen, got a
bottle from the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of white wine.

   April came into the living room wearing nothing but a towel.  "I forgot
to get my clothes," she said.  Without make-up she didn't even look
eighteen.  Fifteen was more like it.  The towel covered only the tops of
her beautiful long, slender legs.  As she lifted her suitcase to the couch,
the gap at the side of the towel opened and Tom saw much more of her superb
young body.

   'This is not going to work,' Tom thought to himself.  'She's jailbait,
and she's so damned beautiful that I'm going to have a hard time staying
away from her.'

   April grabbed some clothes and went back to the bathroom.  In a few
minutes she came out and sat on the couch.  "I really don't know how to
thank you, Tom, but I still don't know what I'm going to do."

   "Well, if we're going to figure this out together, it might help if you
give me some background on what led up to your being on the plane."

   "OK.  You may as well know everything.  After that you'll probably kick
me out anyway.  I'll start from the beginning.  When I was eight, my
parents got divorced.  My mother had a boyfriend who moved in as soon as my
father moved out.  My father was a really neat guy, but the other guy was a
prick.  He's always controlled my mother completely.  He loves to knock her
around, and she takes it.

   "Whenever I did anything he didn't like, he'd beat me.  About a month
after he moved in, my mother had gone to the store when the wind blew my
bedroom door shut.  He came over and started to slap me because I should
have stopped it from slamming.  Then he said, 'If you don't like me to hit
you, there's something else you can do for me to pay for your being bad,
and it doesn't hurt.  Do you want to do something for me?' I would have
done anything to stop him from hitting me.  I shook my head that I would.
'OK, come over here on the couch and sit beside me.' After I did that, he
unbuckled his pants, unzipped his fly and took out his cock.  Since I had
never seen an adult one, I thought it was huge."

   "'Now, bend over here and lick it.' When I didn't move fast enough for
him, he grabbed me by the hair and forced my face down over him.  He
twisted my hair and said, 'Open your mouth.' It didn't take too long before
he had me sucking his cock at least once a day.  That didn't stop him from
still slapping me around whenever he felt like it."

   "He never tried to do anything else, but he kept it up until I ran away
last week.  My mother knew what he was doing, but she said he'd leave her
if she tried to get him to stop.  Boy, that really told me how much she
cared for me."

   "I was standing outside a hotel four days ago with a lot of other kids
when that rock band pulled up.  The guy you saw came over to me and asked
if I wanted to party.  All I really wanted was some food, so I said I did.
Later, I learned that he was the lead singer.  He brought me inside with
them and told one of the road managers to take me to the dress shop and get
me looking good.  They bought me some great clothes then we went upstairs
to their suite."

   "They had a big party going.  I kept eating as much of the buffet as I
could.  Then one of the guests came over and asked if I'd like some Ludes.
I figured I could always sell them if I needed money so I said I did.  He
handed me about fifty of them, and I put them in my purse.  Then I found
out he wanted to take me to his room, but the band stopped that."

   "Later in the evening The Arshole, as you called him, carried me into
the bedroom and raped me every way he could think of.  While I expected to
suck him, I never knew how much the other ways would hurt.  After a couple
of hours he fell asleep.  I got up and washed, then slept on a couch.  The
next day they brought me with them for their concert.  After they finished,
they brought me back to the suite and they ordered dinner.  They kept
insisting I drink more wine.  Then I heard The Arshole tell the rest of the
guys it was their turn with me.  I tried to sneak out but they stopped me.
I couldn't bear to go through it again so I took about four of the Ludes.
If I passed out, I figured they wouldn't do anything, but I was wrong."

   "They got out some cocaine and straws, made lines of it and all snorted
some.  Then they made me do a few lines, too.  By the time everything hit,
I was just about paralyzed, and I was acting like a zombie.  All I remember
was that they filled every hole with at least one and sometimes two cocks
and all at once.  They kept taking turns for about six hours.  But, the
Ludes worked because I didn't feel a thing."

   "I slept until noon the day before yesterday.  Then I got up and washed.
When I got out of the shower, the guys were waiting for me.  They had a guy
I didn't recognize with them, and they grabbed me, took off my clothes and
held me down on the bed.  One of them sprinkled a little cocaine on my
pubic hair, wet it and rubbed it in all over the area.  The new guy opened
a case and took out some instruments.  I was scared to death and pleaded
with them not to do anything to me.  One of the guys said, 'Not to worry,
Luv.  We just don't like pussy 'air so we're 'avin' you plucked.'"

   "The guy with the instruments said, 'It's just electrolysis.  Don't
worry.  You won't feel a thing.' The cocaine numbed me so I didn't.  He
must have worked for over an hour.  After he was through, I looked down and
he had removed every hair from the entire area."

   "Between that and the night before I was so sore I could hardly move. 
The Arshole came in and said, 'Well Luv, you've been christened so you're
coming to California with us.  All the boys need a steady backup for the
drop-in groupies.'"

   "Last night he took me into his room, but I had taken some Ludes as a
precaution.  This morning on the way to the airport he asked why I didn't
yell and scream the way I had the first night.  When I told him about the
Ludes he was furious.  I guess he didn't like it if he couldn't hurt me."

   "So now that you know that I'm a slut, what do you want to do, kick me
out or fuck me?"

   Tom said, "Neither.  First, you're not a slut.  What happened to you
hasn't been your fault.  Everything you've described so far has been rape,
and I want to get you into a rape counseling group." His psychological
training took over, and he forgot for the moment the problem of where she
could stay.

   When they started looking for a place for her that was acceptable to
them, they thought it would be easy.  After trying just about everything
they could think of, they were about to give up.  Tom telephoned his cousin
Jack, a lawyer, and asked his advice.  "Call her parents in Chicago and
tell them you're turning her over to the authorities here and they'll send
her back to Chicago where she can press charges of child molestation
against both parents.  After they panic, offer to send them papers for them
to sign allowing her to petition California for status as a Liberated
Minor. If you can do that she's home free.  You're the only one with a
problem.  Even though she's Liberated you can be nailed if you have sex
with her.  In fact, you can be nailed even if you don't have sex with her
but let her live with you and she decides to claim you had sex with her."

   Tom said, "April's a bright, beautiful kid.  She deserves to have a
better life.  I have to take that risk."

   "That sounds quite altruistic.  Just make sure you don't have an
erection while you're saying it." His cousin hung up.

   Jack had called it perfectly.  Her parents were quite willing to approve
her application, to keep her in California.  In a month April was living
with Tom as a Liberated Minor.  He had moved to a three-bedroom apartment
so she could have a room of her own.  She was going to high school and
attending therapy sessions at the local free clinic.  She had taken over
all the domestic chores and was doing a great job.  One problem was that
with the warm weather, she usually worked around the house wearing a halter
and short shorts or worse yet, a bikini.  Tom worked out of his home and
April was a world class distraction.

   One evening, after dinner they were talking.  April had just poured Tom
another glass of wine.  "You said you'd just broken up with your girlfriend
before you went to Chicago, and you haven't been going out to find a new
one.  I figure that's my fault because it'd be messy if you brought someone
home with me here."

   "Don't worry about it.  This is just a temporary situation until you get
your life straightened out.  Then we'll see about some permanent living
arrangements for you.  After that I'll start hitting the singles bars
again."

   "Talking about getting my life straightened out, this therapy group is
really great.  I didn't realize I was being taught to be a victim.  I'll
never let any man fuck me again."

   "Well, you may find someone you want to marry, and that's a part of
marriage."

   "No.  There's a difference.  I'll make love with a man, but it's going
to be my decision as to when and we'll do what we both want to, not just
what he wants.  I had already started to reject nice guys and look for the
manipulative bastards like The Arshole.  He spotted me first, but I didn't
have to go with him.  Now I know that, I won't settle for any guy unless
he's caring and willing to let us be equals."

   "That's great, but don't be disappointed if you don't find such a person
easily.  They aren't too common."

   "Well, there's someone I know who fits that description.  I was thinking
I should try having sex again, but the right way this time.  I don't know
if I can talk him into it, but I'm going to try." Tom's mouth suddenly got
dry.  He knew he wouldn't make love with April, but he was surprised at how
intensely jealous and angry he had become.  Just the mention of some
stupid, pimply faced kid she goes to school with having sex with her
infuriated him.  "Have you discussed this with your group?  They may think
this is a little premature."

   April smiled and said, "Yes, I have.  At first they were just as
negative to the whole idea as you are.  But after I explained the situation
to them and told them what a nice guy he was, and how loving he was, they
thought it might not be a bad idea."

   Tom felt sick to his stomach, but he knew she had to make her own
decisions.  "Ok, it's for you to decide.  If you're sure it's the right
thing to do, go ahead, but please take precautions, both physically and
mentally.  I don't want to see you get hurt again."

   "Oh, Tom, you're so great.  I knew you'd understand.  And, don't worry
about precautions.  I've already taken the mental ones and I got a
prescription for the pill three months ago.  Do you want to know who the
person is?"

   "Not really, but I suppose I should know just in case anything happens
to you.  What's the kid's name?"

   "He's not a kid; he's a man your age, and he's horny as hell.  I really
turn him on so I think he'll be great in bed."

   This was too much for Tom.  "Goddamn it, April.  I've been trying to
protect you from exploitation.  Who is this bastard?  One of your teachers?
I'll break his neck.  I really love you and I'd love to go to bed with you
and make love to you, but I haven't even tried because I don't want to mess
you up.  Now you want to do just what I've been trying to prevent.  I don't
have any say in this, but I think you're making a big mistake."

   April laughed and said, "No, I'm not.  I know you'll like him.  I've got
a picture of him in my bedroom.  Let me get it." After a few minutes she
called "Tom, could you come in here?" He got up and went to her bedroom. 
As he walked in, April stepped from behind her door.  She had taken off her
shorts and halter and was standing there naked, holding a mirror up to him.
Normally Tom would have been quicker at understanding the situation, but he
had such a firm mental set, it still didn't make sense to him.  "What the
hell are you doing, April?"

   She put the mirror in front of his face, threw her arms around him and
said, "That's the guy I'm going to bed with, and I'm going to be making
love with him right now.  You're the guy, silly.  Don't you realize you fit
the person I was talking about perfectly?  You've given me more love and
respect in the last few months than I ever got in my whole life.  Even
though you walk around with a continual erection whenever I'm wearing my
shorts or bikinis, you've never tried to take advantage of the fact that I
owe you so much."

   "No, April.  It's not right.  You're twelve years younger than I am.  I
can't exploit you."

   "Oh, come off it, Tom.  You couldn't exploit me even if you wanted to.
I've been exploited by masters.  It's just not in you.  After we've made
love for the whole weekend, you're going to think I was exploiting you."
With that, she pulled him close and pressed her lips against his.  Her
tongue tickled his lips and wiggled between them.  Slowly Tom's arms
enveloped April and he began to return her kisses.  They stood entwined
together kissing and caressing each other.

   They kissed for quite a while, and as they did, his hands slipped lower
to her thighs on each side of him, then around to her back where he cupped
the round little cheeks of her buttocks in his hands.  He was dazed at how
aroused he was.  His erection strained against his pants and into her
crotch.  When she felt it she began to press harder and rub back and forth
against it.  She kissed him harder and moaned softly from deep in her
throat.  Finally, April said, "This is wonderful, but we can't do much more
unless you get undressed and we lie down."

   Tom started to object, but she silenced him by covering his mouth with
hers as she reached between them to unbutton and unbuckle him.  She slid
his shirt off, then pushed his pants down.  Next, she wrapped her arms
around him and fell backwards.  She was naked on her back, lying on her
bed. Her legs were spread and Tom's equally naked body lay between them. 
April could feel evidence of Tom's attraction for her pressing into her
stomach.

   Their lips joined softly.  Tom kept kissing and caressing her and
whispering of his love into her ear.  April was getting aroused by another
person for the first time in her life.

   Tom was telling her how beautiful and wonderful she was.  As he slowly
moved down her face and neck, he kissed, licked and stroked as he went.  He
kissed her fingers, worked up her arm, licked her armpits for quite a
while. He worked gently from her head all the way down to her toes, then
back up again, stopping at her hard nipples and firm breasts.  As they got
hard and pointy he felt so good, he stayed there for quite a while.  Tom
had always liked small breasted girls.  April's breasts were perfect, firm,
beautifully shaped, and upright.

   During this time, Tom observed that she was breathing faster and
shallower and her pelvis was starting to rotate forward unconsciously. 
Slowly, he moved down across her abdomen and spread her legs.  He kissed
every part of her.  When she was so aroused she couldn't stand any more
stimulation, she guided his head down between her legs.

   When his mouth, lips and tongue contacted her smooth, hairless, warm
little vulva he almost lost consciousness.  His delight was dizzying.  He
separated her lips and moved to her clitoris and vagina.  Her vaginal
opening, just like her mouth, was small.  His tongue searched for her
clitoris, and found only the hood covering it.  Tom alternated between
massaging it and licking all around her vagina.  As Tom moved back to the
hood of April's clitoris, he felt it beginning to peek out.  Without any
direct stimulation, her clitoris was already hard, as it began to extend
above the floor of her pink little slit.  She quivered all over as his
tongue found her clitoris and gently massaged it.  He felt it grow under
his stroking as she moaned and slowly moved her hips up and down.

   Tom raised his head to look at this beautiful sight, but she reached out
with both hands, drew him back down to her and said, "Do it some more right
there.  It feels so good."

   As he lowered his lips back to her smooth pink little pussy lips, he
slid his tongue up and down along the groove from her vagina to her
clitoris.  Tom had always loved doing oral to his girlfriends.  He could
never have predicted how much more wonderful it would feel when there was
no hair to get in the way.  He reveled in the smooth slippery contact with
these plump warm soft lips.

   At the first touch of his lips and tongue, she started to move rapidly
toward orgasm.  To delay her, Tom slid back toward her vagina.  His tongue
quickly and softly circled the little slit.  He surrounded her vagina with
his tongue and sucked to pull the sensitive flesh there into his mouth. 
Now his tongue burrowed a little way into her orifice.  It was hot,
slippery and slightly sour, and he loved it.  April's hips suddenly thrust
forward so his tongue pushed all the way in.  It wiggled around and pressed
against the sides of her vagina.

   In only a few moments April was at the edge of an orgasm.  Tom moved up
and away to her stomach and breasts.  When she was relaxed, he moved down
again and brought her almost to orgasm.  After the seventh repetition of
this, April grabbed his hair with both hands and said, "Please stay there.
I can't wait any longer." His tongue and lips sucked and softly massaged
her clitoris, her vagina and the rest of her vulva, as rapidly as they
could.

   He noticed her hip thrusts were becoming sharper and harder.  She spread
her legs as wide apart as possible to give his mouth and tongue complete
access to her.  She started pumping furiously.  Her vagina was exuding
lubricating fluid that was delightfully tart.

   After this much arousal, stimulation, and frustration April had an
extremely powerful orgasm.  Her whole body was thrashing around on the bed,
her hips were lifted high and she was moaning and pumping.  Finally, she
collapsed.  With an effort she lifted her hands to his head and gently
pushed him away.  She panted, "No more, Tom.  It was better than I could
ever have wished, but I can't take any more right now."

   He crawled up beside her and held her tightly.  April lay there,
relaxing and coming down from her ecstasy.  After about five minutes of
each of them reveling in the feel of the other's warm body pressing against
their own skin, April whispered, "I needed to recover from that.  Oh, you
are so great.  Now, more than ever, I want to feel you inside me."

   They continued talking and kissing as they lay together for over an
hour. He moved so his erection touched her hand.  "Wow, you sure are hard.
I can't wait to suck your beautiful penis.  If you want to come more than
once, I can keep sucking and not stop like you did to me." Tom explained
that he couldn't do that.  He was willing, however, to have more than one
if she'd let him rest a few minutes between each.

   He rolled over on his back with his erection pointing straight up.  She
enveloped it with her lips, slid her tongue over it and sucked and licked
for a few moments.  "Your cock is so beautiful.  I want to do this for
hours."

   The way her small mouth sucked his penis head into herself fascinated
him.  Tom also loved the feeling of her pointed little tongue rippling up
and down the bottom of his shaft.  He pulled her body around so she was
lying with her head pointed toward his feet.  Her hips straddled him at his
chest.  Tom couldn't reach her vulva while she sucked him.  Still, he loved
looking at it, spread only a few inches from him as she licked and massaged
his cock.  He put his hands on the firm, smooth cheeks of her ass.  His
fingers spread her lips and saw the round little opening of her anus.  He
moved his middle finger down there and pushed it in just a little.  As more
lubricating fluid transferred to his finger, he slid it in farther.  The
walls inside April's rectum held his finger tightly.  With a little work he
was up to his second joint.  He pushed in to the full length of his finger
and felt the heat of her orifice.  Could his penis fit in there?  How long
would he have to wait for her to grow enough to accept him inside her?  The
thought of penetrating her anus started his first orgasm.  She sucked,
swallowed and stroked as he squirted semen into her mouth.

   Since April was doing all the stimulating, she didn't stop or slow down
when he started his orgasm.  This time it was even more powerful and all
pervasive.  As he drifted out of consciousness his eyes focused on her
tiny, pink, puckered anal opening.  April didn't know Tom had fainted so
she contented herself sucking and licking his now soft and shrunken organ.
Though he wasn't aware of it, the stimulation she was pouring into him was
filling his subconscious mind with pleasure and love.  His second and third
times weren't as powerful, but they were still wonderful.

   They lay there resting, this time waiting for Tom to recover.  "Would
you like to be on top of me now?" she asked as she helped pull him over.

   Tom positioned himself above her.  She spread her legs as wide as she
could.  He moved forward so the tip of his penis was against her vulva.  He
stroked it up and down so it rubbed across her clitoris and vagina a few
times.  Then he found her opening and pressed the head of his cock into it.
Once the head was in, he drove his shaft as deep as he could.  He held her
tightly in his arms and kissed her face.  The salty taste of tears jolted
him.  "Oh, April, I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to hurt you.  Would you like
me to stop?"

   "No Tom.  It only hurt at first.  Now it doesn't hurt very much at all.
Besides, I'm half way crying for joy, because now I'm really a woman.  What
they did was totally different from this.  I love you, Tom.  Stay inside me
and hold me tight and kiss me."

   "OK, I'll stay inside you, but I won't move until you don't feel any
more pain.  I love being in you.  We're more tightly joined than I've ever
been with anyone before.  You may think what you have between your legs is
average, but it isn't.  Your vagina is doing things to my penis that I
never dreamed of.  Yes, you are a woman, and a sexier one than any other
woman I've known.  God, you are beautiful."

   She giggled, "And I thought you were an atheist."

   "Well, you're the closest thing to a god that I can believe in.  I can't
believe how much I love you, April."

   "I love you too, Tom, but we've got something we're going to do, and I
can't wait any longer."

   Tom lifted himself off her slightly, reached over, took her hand, slid
it between them and positioned her fingers over his clitoris.  "While I'm
moving inside you, stroke yourself there whichever way feels best to you."
She looked up at him questioningly.  "No, you shouldn't be embarrassed, and
no, it's not an insult to my manhood.  It's OK.  I like you doing it." He
had guessed every question she had and answered them all.  She stroked only
a little and very softly at first.  By the time Tom was getting close,
April was pressing herself firmly and rhythmically.

   He had decided he couldn't hold off more than a few seconds when she
started sinking her hips back into the bed and ramming them forward into
him forcefully.  His orgasm was instant and prolonged.  He flooded her with
semen.  Her tight little organ was spasming and clamping around his as she
slid up and down on him.  She drained him so thoroughly, his penis shrunk
and went completely soft.  April didn't even notice.  She kept pressing her
fingers into herself and thrusting up and down.  Because she was so small,
her vagina locked his penis in place so it couldn't slip out.  It wasn't
sliding in and out but just alternately stretching and relaxing.  It
appeared to Tom that April had about eight orgasms before she stopped.

   Without separating they continued to kiss, caress and whisper their love
to each other.  Slowly, April became aware of herself being stretched by
Tom's growing and hardening shaft.  This time it took Tom longer, which
didn't bother her at all.

   Summer vacation had just begun for April.  A number of propitious events
came together to prevent Tom from getting fired.  One of his two major
customers signed the contract he had been negotiating for months.  This
meant he'd be getting a large monthly commission from sales to them for the
next two years.  His other major customer went on strike so he couldn't
call on them.  Finally, the next generation software his company planned to
release in June had some defective programming.  Until this was fixed he
had little to sell.

   His company didn't notice that he filed no expense reports from the
middle of June to the end of August.  During that time Tom and April left
their apartment only to buy food (and refill her prescription for birth
control pills).  They had sex when they first awoke, while they were on the
toilet, while in the shower, while brushing their teeth, while making
breakfast, while eating breakfast.  When they exhausted themselves and
couldn't continue having sex, they'd cuddle, hold, caress and kiss each
other.  They constantly described to each other in minute detail everything
they loved about each other.  This kind of conversation quickly becomes
repetitious, but neither of them seemed to notice.

   As they had sex in every room of the apartment and during every normal
daily activity, they had it in every position they could accomplish.  April
loved being enveloped and held protectively by him as he was deep inside
any of her three major orifices.  Tom loved feeling the warmth of her body
caressing his penis and holding it tightly.  As much as he enjoyed these
pleasures, he also delighted in kissing and petting her all over with his
lips and tongue.

   Unlike material goods, sex can't be used up.  It's more accurately
described by the "Use it or lose it" paradigm.  Like sports, the more
practice, the higher your performance and the more your endurance.  April
had no real prior experience with which to compare either of them.  Tom
knew he was operating at a level of sexual activity more than six times his
capability before April.  They were both lean and in excellent physical
shape, however, they didn't notice that they were eating more than a
thousand calories a day more than they normally used to eat.  Still, they
both lost a bit of weight over the summer.

   When she started school in the fall they had the time apart to look back
over the summer and realize that they couldn't afford to keep this pace if
they hoped to hold a job or finish school.  Tom said, "I never even thought
about money before this.  I was perfectly happy working and getting a
paycheck.  As much as I like my job, I want to quit it as soon as possible
so we can make love as much as we want to."

   April suggested, "Well, if I get a part time job we can have enough
money without you working as much."

   "No, we have to figure how to invest our money so we can become
financially independent.  Your getting a part-time job could possibly keep
us apart rather than helping us to be together."

   "I liked the Econ.  I took last semester and got the highest 'A' in the
class, so I think I'd enjoy being a finance major in college.  That way, I
could help get the most out of our money.  Are any of your customers worth
investing in?"

   Tom said, "Yes they are, but I'm going to take a gamble and put
everything I've got saved into two companies; the one those two guys in
Palo Alto are starting, and a small one I called on, run by a geeky kid.  I
think he's going to change its name to something like MicroSoftware.  He's
working on operating systems." They got married when she turned eighteen.
April finished college with a PhD in Economics and an MBA so she manages
their very considerable holdings.

   Although they've slowed down from their initial level, they still have
sex about as often as most newlyweds even though they've been married for
eighteen years.  ==== This fictional story is (c) Copyright 1996 by C. 
Dodgson.  ALL Rights Reserved.  It may not be reproduced in any form for
profit including use by membership for fee Internet sites without the
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