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Subject: {ASSM} Johnson's Heaven, Episode 3: Melissa {Kellis} (MF Oral)
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Johnson's Heaven
by Kellis


Episode 3: Melissa


Two days later with Clara again manning the joysticks in the office, 
Johnson admitted a well turned out, buxom woman with brown hair neatly 
tied up in a bun, prettily made up, wearing a business suit with ruffled
blouse, skirt and high heels, and carrying a purse.  She gave the large
room a careful once-over before obeying his instructions to approach.

"You are Melissa," he said as she stopped a few feet from where he sat 
on one of the facing couches.  "I didn't catch the last name."

Her chin lifted and she said, "You are Johnson.  I didn't catch the 
first name."

He chuckled.  "You're well-dressed, Melissa."

"Thank you.  I always try to be."

"I'm sure.  What do you do for a living?"

She hesitated and finally shrugged a little.  "I'm a sixth grade school
teacher."

"I get the impression you didn't want to tell me that."

"After all, what difference does it make?"

"You have a point.  Just about any woman can suck a cock."

When she said nothing, he grinned.  "You frown, perhaps at my choice of
words, surely not at the specified behavior.  You do know that's why 
you're here, don't you?"

She took a breath.  "I'm the one who spoke to you on the telephone, Mr.
Johnson.  Yes, I know why."

"I'm just Johnson.  You can leave off the misters.  Why is it you don't
sound too pleased to be here?"

"Because my feelings are mixed, I guess."

He nodded.  "Very good.  We'll get into that in a minute.  For now, why
don't you take off your clothing, sit down and relax.  Hang your stuff 
on that chair."  He stood up.  "How about a glass of Chardonnay?"

Her chin rose fractionally higher.  "I believe you promised me a certain
sum of money just for showing up, if you liked my looks.  Do you?"

His answer was a small roll of bills taken from his robe pocket.  She 
counted it, slipped it into her purse and hung her suit coat over the 
back of the chair.

"Yes, I'd like a small serving, thank you," she said as her hands went 
to the back of her neck for the blouse buttons.

He stood before her, a goblet in each hand, and watched her meticulous 
undressing.  She went all the way to skin, leaving only the bun clip in
her hair and the rings on her fingers.  The diamond on her left hand 
flashed in the bright overheads.

He handed her a drink.  "Very nice indeed.  What size are your tits?"

"36C."

His extended hand fondled her.  "They have me repeating myself: very 
nice indeed."

"Thank you."  Her voice was dry.  "Your hand is cold."

"Sorry.  I'm sure it is warming fast.  What do the boys in your sixth 
grade classes think of these?"

"I wear my least flattering bras to school."

He shook his head.  "You can't do much to conceal these, and I know 
enough about women to know you can tell if the boys notice."

"You want me to say they notice."

He grinned.  "And I know twelve-year-old boys, having been one.  They 
notice you, Melissa."

"Yes, they do.  Especially if I wear a blouse that's a bit low-cut.  
There, I've admitted it."

"Thank you.  Please have a seat and taste your drink.  I want you to be
comfortable."

She sighed.  "Johnson, a grown woman should not sit nude on furniture.
Do you have a towel?"

"This furniture is covered in leather.  Take your seat and don't worry."

She obeyed, sitting primly on the edge of the couch, legs together, 
arched toes raising heels off the carpet.  He sat opposite her, his 
knees about three feet away from hers, and rested an ankle on his other
knee, careless of the gaping robe.  She glanced at his groin and looked
away.

He leaned back and said, "A grown woman, you say.  How grown are you, 
Melissa?"

She frowned but said after a moment, "I don't suppose I have to tell you
the truth, do I?  Let's say I am thirty years old."

"Lies have to be convincing, Melissa.  How old are you?"

Her shoulders stiffened.  "Thirty-six."

He nodded.  "That agrees better with the crows feet in the corners of 
your eyes."

She shook her head.  "I ran late with my makeup."

"Now that we're being honest, let's go to the raw meat.  When did you 
have your first fuck?"

Her eyes glinted and she sniffed.  "You must be more precise, Johnson.
Do you mean the year, the time of day, the condition of the world or my
age?"

He laughed.  "How old were you?"

"I was seventeen when I first had sex with another person."

"'Seventeen!'  Is that a fact?"

"As much of a fact as that mole under your navel."

His eyebrows rose.  "Ah, she does notice a few things!  Do you notice 
all the hard cocks in your sixth grade classroom?"

"I do.  But I take very little credit.  Those classrooms were full of 
nubile-becoming girls that also reacted to erections."

"Giggling?"

"And punching each other."

"'Nubile-becoming.'  Did any of them ever reveal a bloody bottom?"

"'Did _one_ of them,'" she corrected.  "No, I don't recall even one, not
since girls started wearing blue jeans.  Quite a few have asked me for 
help because of it, however."

"Tell me about that seventeen-year-old first fuck."

Her lip curled.  "I debated what to say when you asked that.  Will you 
be satisfied with just the highlight?"

"Like, 'He fucked me and I said get lost?'"

"Not at all.  He was my best friend's handsome father.  I decided that 
he should have my real virginity.  I had already ripped my hymen with 
Mother's dildo."

"When did that happen?"

"I was fifteen."

"Go on about that first fuck.  How did you approach your 'best friend's
handsome father?'"

She shook her head.  "You want more than highlights, I see."

"That's the deal, Melissa.  I'm actually paying more for information 
than service."

"What do you want to know?"

"Did you have to seduce him?"

She grimaced.  "I am a direct sort of person, Johnson.  I chose an 
afternoon when wife and daughter had just driven away, went to his 
backdoor, invited myself in and said, 'Would you do me a favor?'

"He said, 'Sure.  Can it wait until the ball game is over?'

"'It can but right now would be best,' and I pulled my tank top over my
head."

"Go on.  What were you wearing?"

"Tank top and shorts, nothing else; no underwear."

"By way of preparation, eh?  What was his reaction?"

"He turned away from the TV."

"No doubt.  He didn't say, 'What the hell are you doing, Melissa' -- or
whatever name he had for you?"

"Not until I stepped out of my shorts."

"What did you tell him?"

"That I wanted him to be my first."

"How did he take it?"

"He stood up long enough to push down his britches and underpants, sat 
back down and said, 'Come here and kneel.'"

She sniffed.  "When I reached him I started to turn around.  He laughed
at me.  'You're pretty innocent, aren't you.  Kneel down and face me.'
So I did and waited for further instructions."

Johnson grinned.  "You claim you didn't understand what he wanted?"

"Actually I did suspect.  I'd heard the other girls talk.  But I didn't
have to guess.  He said, 'Take my cock in your mouth and suck.'"

"What did you think of your first one?  Was he circumcised?  By now you
should know the difference."

"I do now, although I've seen a natural penis only in a porn movie.  
Until today.  Yes, he was.  I thought it was salty, somewhat bitter, 
smelling of peanuts and surprisingly malleable.  It was softer than a 
good filet mignon."

Johnson's eyebrows rose.  "Melissa, that may be the best description of
a flabby cock I ever heard.  Even as a virgin you knew your meat, didn't
you!  But I'm surprised it didn't harden at least a little when you 
stripped for him.  What were your tits like at seventeen?"

"34A.  But the nipples were prominent."

"Ah.  You were still growing.  So you sucked his cock."

"Yes.  His was the first in my mouth and my vagina."

"Did he come in your mouth?"

"No.  I had read and heard how men ejaculate and was expecting it, but 
he surprised me.  His organ grew until it would no longer fit, then he 
pushed my head away and said, 'Trade places with me.'

"When I did, he made me hold my shins in my hands and administered my 
first cunnilingus."

"Your first?  None of your girlfriends had done it for you?"

"No."  She made a face.  "I've never found girls attractive that way."

"Well, according to the latest statistics, you're still among the 
majority, though it's shrinking fast.  About 45% of women admit they're
bi, mentally at least."

"Bisexual?"

"Yes.  What did you think of the first tongue on your clit?"

"From the purely sensual perspective, I've come to realize how clever I
was to choose a man of experience as my first.  He did not lick directly
on the clitoris."

Johnson grinned.  "Your next cunt licker was not so considerate, eh?  
How did you like the first one?"

"At first I was embarrassed for him and would have pushed his head away
except I was holding my shins."

"He was clever indeed.  I trust it got better."

She said solemnly, "I had never in my life felt anything so lovely."

"Bells and whistles?"

"All of that.  I fainted.  I was dimly aware of him pulling me off the 
couch on top of him and his big organ slipping into me.  Then I learned
what Hemingway's woman meant when she said, 'The earth moved.'"

Johnson chuckled.  "Believe me, my dear, that was an extremely rare 
first fuck."

"So I have gathered," she said primly.

"I suspect it was a good while before you found a teenager to fuck you 
so well."

"I never did."

"Oh?  Didn't it occur to you to teach one?"

"I avoided teenagers."

"Ah, I see.  You had access to a superior cock."

"Yes, for a while."

"How soon did you return to 'handsome father?'"

"I didn't want to leave him.  He finally set me back against the couch.
I said, 'I love you with all my heart.'

"He said, 'Then finish me.'

"'What?'  I didn't understand, although I would now.

"'As you began,' he said sternly.

"I was squeamish about tasting my own secretions, but I had not 
exaggerated my love.  I leaned forward, took the head in my mouth and 
sucked."

"What did you get?"

"I'm sure you know."

"Tell me."

"The mouthful I had expected before.  Once started, I feared it wouldn't
quit and didn't want to expel it, so I swallowed.  I would have gagged 
except for thinking fiercely, 'This can't be pee!  This can't be pee!'
Of course it wasn't."

"You didn't care for the taste?"

"I was surprised at how bland it was, although I soon came to enjoy it."
She giggled.

"Share the humor."

"I always like to think of 10 million half-babies going down my throat.
Although they're in a woman, how terrible is their fate compared to what
they eagerly anticipate!"

"They're just dumb sperm."

"But very human."

"I get it: you enjoy cannibalism."

She giggled.  "In this one case."

"Did you continue to pester your initiator?"

"Oh, yes, whenever I could get him alone.  He reduced me to begging, 
which he loved.  He would wiggle his tongue or waggled his hips at me in
public and choke with laughter when I sagged with longing."

"The bastard!  Not that I wouldn't do the same."

"He had a wife and daughter, for whom I retained some regard."

"How long did he service you?"

"A year and a half, until I had to go to college."

"And he never came in your pussy?"

"Oh, yes.  Routinely later, but not often before my mother guessed and 
put me on birth control, else he'd have caught me for sure."

"You have since proved fertile?  I see a little cellulite but no stretch
marks."

"I've been fortunate with my skin.  I've born a boy and a girl."

"Congratulations!  Were you married?"

"I still am.  To the same man."

"Good for you.  After you went to college did you ever again fuck your 
devirginizer?"

She laughed scornfully.  "Coining words now, are you?"

"Did you?"

"No.  I met my husband-to-be in college and as you suggested, trained 
him to love me wonderfully.  And thoroughly."

"You never saw your first man again?"

"Once more, long enough to thank him for being so kind to a crass young
girl."  She chuckled softly.  "He wanted to take me to a motel."

"But you, being fucked well and thoroughly, told him no."

"Exactly, although I was flattered and told him so."

"That's a very nice story, Melissa."

"Worth the second payment?"

"Yes, but I want more.  How many men have you fucked in your life?"

"Precisely two."

"Is that the truth?"

"I'd take an oath."

"The teasing father and then your husband -- only those?"

"Only those."

He studied her thoughtfully.  "How often did he fuck you during that 
year and a half?"

"Often.  Based on later experience, I should say very often, daily, 
even."  She smiled.  "He worked out a system for me.  He was a 
schoolteacher.  I was deficient in algebra.  After a suggestion from me,
my mother persuaded him to tutor me in math.  We had a few close calls 
in his study, so he taped one of our sessions.  Thereafter he locked the
door and played the tape while we had sex regardless of who else was in
the house."

"Clever man!  So after all that what did you do for fun in college?"

"As you clearly expect, I was very hungry, which taught me something.  I
had thought myself deeply in love with my friend's father but soon 
discovered my basic error.  It was lust, not love."

"I'd say it's unusual for young girls to make that distinction.  What 
revealed it?"

"The nearness of male students."

He chuckled.  "What did you do about it?"

"Bought a dildo that proved inadequate.  So I selected a handsome young
fellow in Chemistry 101, made him my lab mate then my bedmate."

"Lucky fellow!"

"We were both lucky.  We liked many of the same things, especially 
sexual experimentation.  We got married at the end of my freshman year."

"And you've stuck since!  Considering how you were initiated to the 
game, that is remarkable."

"Observation of our friends makes me agree."

"Lots of divorces?"

"Yes, and mostly I believe because of sexual failure."

"Failure?"

"Failure to satisfy each other.  They have strange hangups, especially 
the women."

"But you have none.  Would you recommend experienced men as 
devirginizers?"

"If the virgin could find one like my tutor."

He grinned slightly.  "If you knew of one like your tutor, would you 
send him your daughter?"

She grinned in response.  "Do you know of one?"

"I might."

Her chin rose.  "I would not send her to a sex researcher."

He grinned wryly.  "Is that what you consider me?"

"I'm told Masters and Johnson paid their respondents also."  She 
gestured at the cameras.  "Perhaps you plan to produce a movie."

"Mo_vies_.  But they won't be released.  You're right: I'm a researcher
for a very small community."

"How small?"

"Basically you're looking at it.  But I'm curious.  Your body would 
inspire a lot of hard-ons, Melissa.  How would you react to its general
exhibition?"

"In a porn video?  Thank you but no, I would decline that wonderful 
opportunity."  Her sarcasm was evident.

"I wouldn't have guessed you're shy."

"I wouldn't either.  Is it shyness that makes a mother wish to conceal 
her dally with prostitution?"

"No.  How about the effect on your job?"

She sniffed.  "I'm sure the money would compensate that."

"At the start of our conversation you admitted to mixed feelings.  Why 
are you here, Melissa?"

"That's simple."  She shrugged.  "My husband's firm closed its doors at
a time when many graduates with his training are flooding the market.  I
can't support a home on a schoolteacher's salary."

He thought about that.  "Do you live with your husband?"

She hesitated.  At last she said, "I do."

"How does he feel about you sucking a strange cock?"

She said dryly, "I'm sure you can imagine."

"Come on, Melissa: the whole truth.  You need the money."

"Yes, I do.  And so does he, which is why I'm ignoring his disapproval."

"Should I expect him to come here with a pistol?"

"He's not a violent man, Johnson."  She sniffed.  "I'm sure you'd like 
to hear what he said as I went out the door.  It was, 'Ask him for a 
copy of his video.'"

"So he's reconciled to it?"

"He has a computer full of such videos."

"Do you help him watch them?"

"Sometimes.  I don't think sex between other people is as titillating to
women."

"What kind of scenes titillate you?"

"Really only one kind: where the man takes the woman anally and the 
camera moves around without a break to linger on the woman's face."

"You like to watch her expression while she's getting it up the ass?"

"Exactly."

He chuckled.  "Well, actually, so do I.  They leave me wondering whether
I'm seeing pain or ecstasy."

"Or fakery."

"It's called _acting_.  Do you ever take it up the ass?"

She regarded him levelly.  "I cannot tolerate contraceptives of any 
kind."

"You married when, at 19 or 20?  Remarkable you only have two kids."

"I give anal sex the credit."

"That's very interesting.  Lean back on the couch, raise your knees and
rest your heels on the edge."

Her eyes flashed.  "You required only oral sex!"

"I'll touch only your mouth, but I also required to see your entire 
body."

With obvious reluctance she obeyed partially.

He directed, "Raise your knees higher and spread them apart."

"I see," she said bitterly, now fully complying.  "You wish to inspect 
my engorged anus."

He leaned forward.  The watching Clara zoomed the camera that stood 
behind him.  To her untrained eye the screen displayed a normal anus and
slightly gaping vagina.

Johnson said, "That's a pretty little starry hole, not even a 
hemorrhoid.  What would it cost me to insert a finger?"

"You have something more appropriate."

He sighed.  "Very true, and I may use it if you are willing to come back
after this rather complete confession."  He returned to the seat on his
own couch.  "Which man was first up your ass?"

"My husband.  In fact I'm surprised my tutor never suggested it and 
concluded that the idea must have repelled him."

"Or that he feared it would repel you, a very young woman."

"That's true," she said, marveling.

"How do you like a cock up your ass?"

She bit her lip and blushed slightly before answering, "It's my favorite
way."

"Really!  I never heard a woman admit it."

"Well, I guess you'd call it an acquired taste.  It has advantages."

"Such as?"

"Contraception is the main one, of course.  Another is ...  This would 
probably embarrass my husband.  He straps on a dildo, I assume the 
Viennese Oyster and he gives me a double penetration."

"And you like that?"

"Oh, yes!  I have endless orgasms."

Johnson ducked his head.  "I give him credit.  I wouldn't last a minute
with that combination!"

"Oh, it's for his second climax."

"Wonderful!  How does he obtain the first?"

"Orally."

"Do you swallow?"

"I'm a neat person."

"'Viennese Oyster,' you said."

"Yes, that's another advantage.  If I didn't practice frequently, I 
doubt I could still do it."

"Show me."

"A couch is the perfect place."  She scooted sideways, lay back with her
head on the couch arm and raised her legs while arching her back.  Her 
knees went back until they were even with her shoulders and her ankles 
crossed behind her head.  She raised her elbows until the upper arms 
were resting on her thighs.  Her torso twisted slightly so that her 
gaping womanhood hung clear of the couch edge as if, he noticed, she 
would welcome his use of it.

He said in wonder, "Indeed you can do it without hands helping feet.  
Remarkable!  Your husband should certainly have no trouble achieving his
double penetration."

"I do this to guide him."  Her forefingers descended and pried the 
vaginal lips wide.  The wet interior gleamed redly.  Clara, who had 
panned the camera to follow the woman, now zoomed again.

Johnson said dryly, "I see that your claim to be an experimenter was 
sincere."

She relaxed from her pose and sat up, still at the end of the couch, 
knees primly together.  "Johnson," she said with a level eyes, "I've 
told you nothing but the truth and almost the whole truth, which is more
than you can say."

His eyebrows rose.  "What do you mean?"

"Who's running the cameras?"

"Didn't I tell you?  They use Doppler effects to follow moving objects.
For close-ups I have this."  He held up a remote control that, Clara was
glad to note, was already in his hand.

"All right, if you say so."

He stood up.  "Now you may earn your third fee."

"What about my second?"

His hand came from a pocket and extended a small roll of bills.

She said without inflection, "Would you please put it on the chair 
beside my purse?"

He did so silently and returned to stand before her, opening his robe 
and drawing the edges back behind him.  Clara understood that the last 
was because of his camera awareness and zoomed the side camera closer.

"While you can still talk," said Johnson, "whose was the first cock to 
pass those even teeth?"

"I told you: my tutor's."  She waited with parted lips, staring at his 
outthrust erection.

"Did you swallow his jizz too?"

"No.  And Johnson, I don't want to swallow yours either."

"Why not?  You can't object to the flavor."

"Why can't I?  But that's not the reason.  It may be ridiculous but ...
I'd feel an unfaithful wife."

"Do you object to me coming in you?"

"I believe it's a standard part of sex with a man."

"If you watch porn, you must have noticed that mostly they jack it on 
the girl's face."

"I'm sure that's for the camera."

"I'm not.  I suspect most of those guys are so jaded they can't pop 
otherwise.  All right.  When I finish, push it out with your tongue and
let it drip on your tits."

"Very well."  Her eyes twinkled up at his.  "You're not so jaded?"

"Definitely not."  He stepped up to the accepting mouth, which closed 
around him with sunken cheeks.  He pumped slowly, gradually deepening 
the strokes.  She held herself rigid, letting him proceed until her nose
parted his pubic hair.

"Fondle my balls," he directed.

Her hand rose to comply.  Clara zoomed until Melissa's face, his 
plunging hips and the working hand filled the screen.

After less than a minute he announced, "I'm about to come.  Squeeze my 
balls."

Her hand closed.  He strained forward, grunting, until her squeezing 
thumb was touching her chin.  Soon he stepped back, withdrawing a wet 
cock with one white droplet clinging to the end.  Clara waited for the 
seminal effluent to appear.

But the woman swallowed repeatedly and said at last, "You, sir, are 
vicious!"  Clara hurriedly unzoomed.

He was grinning.  "You swallowed?"

"I had no choice!" she declared grimly.  "You expelled your fluid 
directly into my throat."

"Yes, I did, and this time I'm sorry.  I and my camera were looking 
forward to the jizz on your chin."

"My tongue couldn't reach it."  She sounded aggrieved.

"Well, no harm done.  You are an unfaithful wife, but in fact you were 
when cock first touched tongue."

She took a deep breath.  "In fact."

"A moment ago, Melissa, I got the impression you wouldn't have minded my
cock up your ass."

"Why didn't you put it there?"

"It wasn't part of the deal."

"Frankly, Johnson, all this talk had aroused me a little.  Confession 
may or may not be good for the soul but apparently it's good for the 
libido."

"You are not the first to notice that.  We all like to brag.  If you 
come back and renew that offer, I'll get a strap on."

"You'd let me come back?"

"Certainly"

Her eyes widened slightly.  "For the same fee?"

He shook his head decisively.  "Not nearly that much.  My objective this
time was ... _the_ confession_, as you put it, which I paid to elicit.
The rest is available on many street corners at competitive prices."

She got to her feet with a sniff.  "Not from me."

"We'll try to negotiate something that pleases you, because I _would_ 
like you back."

She said, "May I use your bathroom?"

"Through that door behind you."

He closed his robe and resumed his seat on the couch.  When he took the
remote from his pocket, Clara released her controls.  Shortly he had 
reversed the side camera file.  He was reviewing Melissa's cock-sucking
skills for the second time on the big screen when she emerged from the 
bathroom, went to her clothing and dressed while also watching her 
exploits.  When his cock withdrew from her on the screen, he turned off
the display.

Melissa asked, "Were you satisfied with that performance?"

Clara quickly regained the controls and panned to include the woman.

"Very much," said Johnson.  "You were very dedicated.  You didn't pause
once to jack it, as most porn stars do."

"Perhaps, as you say, their men are too jaded for just the mouth."

"A good point.  I trust I proved my claim."

"Of freshness?  Yes, I believe you did."

"If you were so opposed to swallowing it, why did you deep throat me?"

She sighed.  "Habit.  That is exactly the way my husband loves it."

"Lucky guy!  Melissa, you have earned a bonus."

She had finished dressing.  She closed the distance and said 
expectantly, "Have I?"

"You have indeed."  He took money from one of his pockets, riffled 
through it, added to it and handed her the roll.

"Thank you," she said pertly and pushed it into her purse.  "May I call
you tomorrow?"

"Anytime.  Now I'll call a taxi for you.  And Melissa, it will be 
prepaid."

When the woman had gone, Johnson came immediately into the office.  
Taking Clara's hand, he pulled her to her feet and on down the hall to 
her bedroom, making her step lively.  She avoided being pushed directly
onto the bed and detoured by her dresser to retrieve the K-Y tube.  
Throwing off her robe, she sagged into the bed, extending the jelly to 
him.

He huffed, but not from displeasure.  "How do you know I'll need this?"

"I saw how you liked her asshole."

"Can you make a Viennese Oyster?"

"Probably not.  I tried it once for my professor and couldn't get my 
ankles crossed."

"If you can get your elbows out atop your thighs, that will suit me."

"I'll try."  She swung her knees up and back but evidently could not 
depress them as far as her shoulder.  Reaching between them, she 
nevertheless produced elbows atop thighs.

He breathed deeply, staring down at her exhibition.  "God, Helen, that's
..."  After a moment he chuckled.

She snapped, "Do I compare so poorly?"

"Compare?  If anything, your womanly parts are smoother and better 
proportion than hers."

"I'm younger."

"That's not it.  What amuses me is the succession of exposures.  
Melissa, a well-dressed -- almost formally dressed -- woman strips off 
every stitch, exposing big tits and a plump, productive ass.  Then she 
and now you expose all your most delectable parts, merely by elevating 
your hips.  I'm overwhelmed!"

"What's overwhelmed is peeking out of your robe."

"Pull your cheeks apart."  He slathered jelly on his cock and leaned 
toward her where she lay on the edge of the bed.  Pushed out in 
anticipation, her anus admitted him easily.  He sank to the hilt and she
gasped slightly.  He pumped slowly.

After a while she said, "This is hurting my hamstrings."

"Relax your legs.  Hang your heels over my shoulders."

Having complied, she sighed.  "That's much better.  I wish you had a 
strap on."

"So do I.  This afternoon I'll send you out to get one."

"_Me_?"

He laughed.  "Sure.  Tell your taxi driver to take you to the closest 
adult bookstore and to wait for you.  Then march in and buy one.  Try 
not to get one too much bigger than my cock, please."

"What is it about men and the size of their dicks?"

"What is it indeed!  You women are the reason men are sensitive about
it.  When word got out in high school that some boy had a big one, the 
girls flocked to him like bees to honey.  Why do girls love the big 
ones?"

"They stretch more.  For girls that notice."

"I've heard girls complain about them hurting the cervix.  Is that a 
fake?"

"I don't think so.  The cervix on some girls is close to the front where
even  a short one might hurt.  Some girls claim thumping the cervix 
hurts, others that it drives them wild."

"How about you?"

"We can't find out this way, can we?"

"In a standard fuck."

"Sometimes it helps me along."

"The longer ones, eh?"

She sniffed.  "Is that a pun?  All right, the longer ones."

"Thank you for your honesty.  Did you ever tell me how you like one up 
the ass?"

"Melissa was right.  It'd be great with a strap on too."

"As soon as you get back.  Now I'll once again verify your professor's 
idea of the asshole advantage.  Huh!  I should've told it to Melissa: a
fourth one for her list."

"Fucking after you come?"

"Right.  Unh!  Unh!"  He strained to his deepest.

Clara braced herself but was still following the conversational thread.
She said dryly, "How could Melissa even guess it?"

Eventually he relaxed and resumed pumping.  "I don't suppose you felt 
that?"

"Your jizz?  I never have felt it there.  How do _you_ feel now?"

"Your theorizing professor was right."


--Kellis

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