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From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)

Subject: REPOST Mike19 Police Woman

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POLICE WOMAN: Salty Pepper

By Uncle Mike

I know it doesn't show up on the official report this way, but I swear this is how it really happened.

By the time our guys got involved, there had been at least three hookers killed. The killer was a real sicko, we figured - - the bodies were all found with their tits sliced off and the word "Mommy" sliced into their stomachs.

You'd figure a guy -- had to be a guy, right? -- anyway, a guy with an M.O. like that, somebody'd put it all together when the second body showed up. But these were hookers, so the cops who handled the stiffs didn't give a shit. Hell, it took us a whole day just to get all the paperwork in order once we took over, and we never did find half the photos from the first crime scene. We figure some bozo used 'em for coasters.

Anyway, once we got all that shit together, a lot of stuff pointed to one guy, this 40-year-old teacher who lived by himself a couple of miles from where the bodies were found. Problem was, we couldn't pin it on him good enough to make it stick in court.

So that's when Lt. Crowley gets the idea to send Pepper out as a decoy.

Pepper? She's one foxy lady. She's no kid, I grant you, but she's got the body of one. Smooth skin, nice and tan. Good, firm tits -- and she's not afraid to let anyone know it, not with the stuff she wears. Super blond hair, a real beach- goddess face, all angles and cheekbones. And those legs -- Christ, her legs go all the way up to her tits.

So picture this broad in her hooker outfit: pink crop top, short red leather miniskirt, fishnet hose, five-inch heels, and everything tight enough to show every ripple of her muscles. Man, I'm getting a hard-on just remembering.

So the idea is, we got one team set up at the teacher's house, ready to follow him. Number Two's parked near Pepper, who's strutting her stuff on the strip where the guy picked up his other victims. Me, I'm the surveillance, set up in an empty storefront halfway between the strip and the motel where she's supposed to take him. We got a bug in her purse -- with those clothes, where could we hide one on her? -- and three cameras plus bugs in the motel room.

Perfect set-up, right? So why did it go wrong? Hey, it wasn't my idea to send Pepper out without an earpiece, so we couldn't talk to her. Crowley nixed that when he deep-sixed wiring her up. I figure that's where it all started, right there with that decision.

So what happened was, the guys following the teacher rolled with him like they were supposed to, and they called it in to Number Two, and those guys rolled past Pepper and gave her the high sign before they moved back to their regular spot.

But Mr. Killer, he don't go all the way to the strip like we thought he would, and see our Miss Perfect waiting for him. No, he catches one of the blondies we chased away, walking home four blocks away. He hits on her, and she takes him up on it right away, and next thing you know our guys are on his tail and God knows where he's going. Sure, they call it in, and the guys in Number Two go to tell Pepper all bets are off -- but just before they get to her, she jumps into a car just like the teacher's and starts to take off. So the guys on her run back to their car to follow, but then there's an emergency call from the first car, because the teacher's grabbed the hooker and is dragging her into an alley. So Number Two car peels off to help, and they try to get someone else to check on Pepper but in all the confusion nobody picks her up.

Of course, I'm still stuck in surveillance, and I'm trying to break in and get somebody to figure out where she is, but by now all hell's breaking loose with the teacher.

Meanwhile I'm listening in on the bug in her purse, right?

Well, to make a long story not so long, once they're driving away she gets a good look at the guy and it turns out that it's just some 18-year-old hiding behind an old trench coat and a hat -- and, from the sound of his voice, a real scared kid at that.

How I know how young the kid is, is Pepper blurts out something about it. Before she can say any more, the kid's spilling his life story. Seems he's never been laid, and all the guys in school are on him about it, and he tried to fake it but they found out and now the whole school's laughing at him. I mean, the kid is a mess.

So Pepper says to him -- trying to break it to him gentle, I figure -- "You shouldn't ruin your life to please other people, Bob (that was his name, Bob). You're running a big risk picking up a hooker, don't you know that?"

So he goes, "Y-you mean diseases?"

And she goes, "Yes, but that's not all. Half the girls on the street are just jack-rollers. They'll get you in a room and then some bruiser will come in and rob you. ... And -- well, what would you do if I was a cop?"

Now I can hear the kid pounding on the steering wheel. "Shit! I'm screwed, right? I knew it. Are you gonna bust me?"

"No," she says, and I figure, right, she's just gonna get out and let him chase on home. Instead, she says, "Calm down, sweetie. It was just a for-instance. Do I look like a cop? Do you know any cops with legs like these? You do like my legs, don't you?"

"Yeah," the kid says, real fast. "Yeah, sure. That's what made me pick you up. You were the best-looking one one the street. Uh -- you mean you're not a cop, right?"

"Right," she says, and she's kinda laughing, but not really, if you know what I mean. And then she goes, "Would a cop do this?"

OK, so we've only got a bug in the purse, so I can't see what's going on, but I hear something like a zipper and a gasp from the kid. I'm freaking out -- like, what is this broad doing?

Well, right then Crowley calls in and wants to know how Pepper's doing. What am I gonna tell him, right now I think she's giving some teenager a blow-job? So I tell him she's OK -- I mean, she didn't sound like she was in any trouble. Well, Crowley says fine, 'cause he's got to roll on the teacher, who by now has the hooker as a hostage and got himself barricaded in somebody's garage. So he tells me I can pack it in for the night.

But when I look up, I see some action on the TV monitors. Pepper's got the kid in the motel room, I guess she just wiggled his dick or something instead of sucking him off. I get a good look at the kid then as he takes off his coat and sits down on this ratty-looking lounge chair. He's a real geek. Maybe 5-7, a little overweight, brown hair cut short, a T- shirt with some rock group's name on it and a pair of beat-up jeans.

Meanwhile Pepper's going around locking all the doors -- which I know means she's got something planned, because she was supposed to leave them open for us to bust in.

Then she goes over to where the kid's sitting and stands right in front of him, her legs spread so she's almost straddling him.

"So I don't look like a cop, do I?" She takes one of his hands and puts in on her thigh, rolling it up and down. I don't have to tell you that my own cock is stiff as a baseball bat by now, so I figure the kid's must be, too.

Well, Pepper's still got a hold of the kid's hand, and now she puts it on her stomach, on the bare flesh. The kid jerks it away like he's been scalded, but she puts it back, pressing it into her skin. "Does a cop have a body like this?"

By now the kid's on the edge of his chair. Pepper moves his hand up, little by little, until it's all the way up to the curve of her tit. "Feel those," she says. "Do cops have tits like these? Are they as firm? As smooth?" The kid can only shake his head.

So then Pepper takes his hand up to her face and kisses the palm. Then she sucks each finger into her mouth, one by one. My cock's pressing so hard against my pants that I yank open my fly to let it out. I'm bouncing back and forth between all three monitors, checking out all the angles.

I figure the kid's gonna rip off her clothes and fuck her where she stands, but I guess he's still too scared. He just lets her keep running things. She takes his hand and rubs it all over her tits, and then she slips it all the way down to her thigh again. Only now she shoves it underneath her skirt. "Does that feel like a cop's pussy? So hot and wet and ready for a good, stiff cock? Mmm, maybe you can't tell."

She pulls his hand away just long enough for her to pull down her panties -- nice red ones -- and step out of them. Then she takes his hand back and slips it under her skirt again. "Now put your fingers in it," she says. "No, come on, you can do it -- ohhh, yes, that's it. Feel how juicy it is? How tight my pussy is? Are you thinking about how good it would be to put your cock in there? Ohhh, yes. OhhhHHHHH!" From the way her ass is shaking I wouldn't have even needed the sound to know she was having an orgasm, right there.

Me, I've already got pre-cum oozing out of my own cock when Pepper kneels down and unleashes the kid's six inches.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" I can see the kid's a real virgin. His thick, hard cock is waving in front of Pepper's face and he still doesn't know what's going on.

She looks up at him, all smiles. Damn, I wished I was in that kid's place.

"Oh, Bob, you poor kid," she says. "Don't you know? I'm going to pay you back. You made me cum, now I'll do the same for you."

"You c-came? You mean you had an orgasm? But we didn't do anything -- you know, fuck!"

"Is that the only way you know about? Haven't you ever whacked yourself off?"

"Well, sure, but -- I mean, I didn't know girls could ..." He blushed. Pepper stroked his cock as she spoke.

"Don't be ashamed, honey. You've got lots to learn -- but I can teach you." Her hand was circled around his shaft, moving up and down, twisting around. "Does that feel good? As good as when you do it yourself?"

"B-better," he managed to get out.

"See? And wait 'til you see what happens next." And then Pepper bends over and takes his cock into her mouth.

By now I'm stroking my own wiener in time with her lips as they suck the kid's rod in and out. He's moaning and groaning and it isn't long before he really starts yelling. He almost bounces off the chair, but Pepper keeps his cock inside her mouth, and from angle I think I can see when the kid shoots his wad and she takes it in.

After awhile she lets it go, all small and soft now. She gives it a little squeeze with her hand and takes a step back.

I'm figuring that's it, but Pepper isn't finished. Now she starts swaying back and forth, rubbing her hands all over her body. I can see her nipples almost ready to burst through her top. She bends down and sticks her hand underneath her skirt, still swaying, and rolls down one of her stockings, and then the other. When she does it she sticks her ass straight up in the air and I'm checking it out in one of the monitors, thinking about how I'd like to come up behind her and plant my cock in her.

Then she stands back up, kicking off her shoes and stockings.

"How do I look to you, Bob?" She's almost purring now.

"Wow! You're beautiful!"

"Well, thank you, kind sir. Do you want to see more?"

"Yes!" He shouts it out. She laughs.

"I thought you would," she says, and slowly she pulls off her top. Her tits swing free, and they're firmer than I would have thought, almost no sag, real handfuls with nice perky nipples standing at attention. She squeezes them together, and I can picture my shaft slipping in between those mounds.

Then Pepper rubs her hands down her sides, rolling her skirt down until it falls to the floor. She kicks it aside. I can see the little tuft of blond hair and the pink folds of her slit as she grinds her hips.

"It's OK, you can touch," she says, and the kid just holds his hands up in front of him, like he can't decide what to grope first. She grabs his mitts and rubs them all over her again, then pulls him out of the chair and leads him to the bed.

He's shaking a little, but he manages to keep on his feet while Pepper pulls off his T-shirt and drags down his pants. Then she pushes him onto the bed and crawls onto it with him.

I'm beating myself off like crazy, but on the bed things go into slow motion. Pepper starts at the kid's toes and starts kissing and sucking him all the way up his body -- sliding her tongue along his legs, rubbing her tits on his thighs as she nuzzles his stomach, licking him on the neck before planting a deep kiss right on the mouth.

By the time she squats over his waist, the kid's dick is rock hard again and I'm almost over the edge. She puts the head of his cock to her slit and moves down and it slides in nice and easy. I shoot my load two feet in the air.

Meanwhile Pepper's fucking the kid royal, sliding that sausage into her cunt. He's groping her tits and then he grabs her ass, trying to force himself into her deeper, but he's already in up to the hilt.

It goes on like that for almost half an hour. After she got tired of squatting on his cock, Pepper shifted and got on her back and took the kid into her cunt that way for awhile, and then she even did it doggie-style, her tits hanging down and bouncing around while the kid pounded away. Finally she got on her back again and the kid slipped that rod into her pussy and slid it in and out a few times and then started yelling "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" and Pepper started yelling too and pretty soon they both got their rocks off.

Well, that's pretty much it, and I'm asking 100 bucks a throw for all three tapes, plus for ten bucks extra I'll throw in the audio tape from the car. Whaddaya say?

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WELCOME BACK, KOTTER: The Joke's on You

By Uncle Mike

Julie was halfheartedly cleaning the small apartment when she found the letter, jammed in between some of Gabe's textbooks.

"Dear Mr. Kotter," it began, in lavender ink on pale pink paper that smelled of some of that cheap perfume teenage girls love. "Gee, that sounds funny now. Shod I call you Gabe? Or lover?

"I can't wate untill our next time to gether. I know you have to be carful becauzze of your wife and what it wod mean if any one at school ever found out, but I am sure it is Fate that we are to gether. I can stil feel the tingel of your cock inside me! LUV!, Chrissy."

Julie's lips grew thin and hard as she read. With that spelling, it had to be one of his sweathogs, those juvenile delinquents he taught. So he was fucking her, hmmm? Julie went over to the desk where Gabe kept his records: Chrissy, Chris, Christine? There it was. She made a note of the full name, address and phone number. She'd deal with Chrissy.

And as for Gabe -- Julie paused. Her first instinct was to dump the bastard, but that seemed too good for him. Besides, his salary wasn't much but she could use it. Yes, she'd pretend she knew nothing about Chrissy. But she'd draw the line at sleeping with him; she wasn't going to be anybody's sloppy seconds. She made up her mind that when he came home from school that evening she'd be cold as ice.

She was still angry an hour later as she slapped the iron onto the board and slashed it across Gabe's trousers. Perhaps a singe here or there? She was picking out the best spot when a noise behind her made her turn around.

As she turned, she figured out what the noise was: the window opening onto the fire escape. Sure enough, climbing through were two of Gabe's kids, Vinnie Barbarino and Freddy Washington.

Vinnie was a white guy, well-built, very cute but incredibly dumb. Maybe the dumbest kid in Gabe's class, which was saying a lot. Freddy was a tall, thin black guy that everybody called "Boom Boom." Gabe said it was because he liked to play air cello, "boom-boom boom de boom." That was about as funny as any other of Gabe's jokes.

"Hey, Mrs. Kot-terrrr," Freddy greeted her. "Where's Mr. Kot-terrrr?"

Julie was startled momentarily. Gabe had said he was going to be at school late; he never did anything there without the sweathogs, so what...? Then she thought of the letter. Quickly, she composed her face.

"He ... He's at a teacher's conference -- across town. He'll be home late. So what are you guys doing here, anyway?"

Vinnie ducked his head with a shy grin. "Uh, we was just, uh, you know, around?"

"Hey, man," Freddy interrupted, "you can tell her. She's cool. Fact is, Mrs. Kotter, Vinnie here wanted some help. He's got the hot... I mean, he's interested in one of the girls in our class, but she don't dig him. She said she wants a smart guy. So Vinnie here wanted Mr. Kotter to give him like tutoring, you know, in some smart stuff to say."

Julie smiled in wonder. The great Vinnie Barbarino looking for advice with girls? From what Gabe had told her, Vinnie had to beat them off with a stick. A thought occurred to her.

"What's this girl's name?"

"What's that matter?" Vinnie wanted to know. "Chrissy," Freddy said.

Julie's face clouded over briefly. Then she looked appraisingly at the two boys. Both were in their late teens, she thought -- wasn't that when men were at their sexual peak? Whereas women, like herself, tended to peak later ... and if Gabe was getting something on the side ...

Trying to keep a tremor out of her voice, she managed to convince the boys that she could take Gabe's place and give Vinnie a few lessons. Yes, she thought, there'll be a few lessons, indeed. She invited them to make themselves at home while she ducked into the other room.

Vinnie was slugging down some orange juice from the fridge and Freddy was sitting back against the window sill when Julie came back into the living room. Poor Freddy almost fell out of the window and Vinnie sprayed out a mouthful of juice when they saw her.

Shucking her frumpy blouse and jeans, Julie had reappeared in a sheer red nightgown. A bit of embroidery at the chest did nothing to hide the outline of her pert breasts and dark, erect nipples. The gown ended just above her crotch, revealing a tiny wisp of red silk that clung tightly to the folds of her labia, letting several curly brown hairs peek out. A pair of black, thigh-high fishnet stockings, held up by thin bands of elastic, ended in shiny black pumps with enormous spike heels, emphasizing the curve of her ankles and the swell of her calves.

Julie watched with delight as the boy's crotches showed clear evidence of their reactions. Even under the tight jeans, their erections looked enormous. This, she thought, was going to be even better than she'd hoped.

She strutted over to the couch and tossed aside a couple of days' worth of old newspapers and a pillow or two, being careful to bend over and give first Vinnie and then Freddy a clear view of her tight butt. When she looked up, both of them were still frozen like statues, staring with their mouths agape.

She smirked and tossed her head, flinging aside her brown hair. "You said you wanted some lessons," she said in a throaty whisper. "You're not going to get them standing all the way over there!"

Like robots, Vinnie and Freddy marched over to the couch and stopped, staring up and down at her sexy body. Julie parted her legs and began to caress herself, slipping her fingers underneath the scanty g-string. With her other hand, she reached under her nightgown and rubbed her breasts. Vinnie's eyes were as big as silver dollars and Freddy's tongue was lolling out of his mouth.

"First lesson, boys," Julie said quietly. "Show the merchandise." They didn't move. "That means strip," she said.

Coming out of their trances, Vinnie and Freddy hastily pulled off their T-shirts and began to peel off their jeans. Both had almost hairless chests, but Vinnie's was muscular and well-toned. Freddy's reed-thin body was a slight disappointment, but when he yanked down his bikini briefs the sight more than made up for it. He was hung like a horse, at least eight inches, standing out thick and hard already. Vinnie wasn't quite as well-endowed, but his cock too was ready for action.

Once they were naked, the boys quickly moved in on Julie, but she held them back with the palm of her hand. "Second lesson," she purred. "Take it slow and follow orders."

Under her guidance, Vinnie moved behind her and began kissing and nuzzling her back and neck while his eager hands caressed her breasts through the thin material of her nightgown. Freddy knelt before her and undid the knots that held up her g-string. As it fell away, Julie parted her legs still more and pulled him to her.

She sighed as his tongue flicked over her pussy. With some suggestions from her, he did an expert job of licking and touching her without actually making entry. She was amazed to discover that she was so hot that juices were already oozing out of her heavily. When at last Freddy stuck his tongue between her lips and into her cunt, she melted and would have collapsed to the floor if Vinnie hadn't been gripping her tightly. She could feel his stiff cock riding in the crack of her butt as he nuzzled her neck and sent electric shocks through her when he swished his tongue into her ear.

Freddy's probing tongue was driving her crazy and in just a minute or two she lost control and launched into a screaming orgasm. "Su-su-su-suck me, deeper, deeper, I wanna... unnnnnngggghhhhhAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

The next thing she knew, she was lying face-down on the couch and Vinnie was madly driving his cock into her cunt doggie-style. "Damn you're good," he grunted as he smashed into her pussy. "You're the best I've ever had, Mrs. Kotter, really! God, you're so hot!" With the quick trigger of youth, he suddenly shot his load inside her. Even as she felt his hot jism fill her cunt, his cock shriveled and slipped out.

Julie flinched as something wet and warm splashed against her shoulder. She looked up and saw Freddy bashfully looking away as cum dripped out the end of his cock and onto his clenched fist.

Vinnie and Freddy both stumbled over their words trying to thank her when Julie shushed them. Sitting up on the couch, she pulled off her nightgown, already drenched with sweat, and leaned back against the cushions. Reaching out a hand on either side, she looked up at the boys. "Third lesson," she said. "There's always room for more."

The boys looked puzzled until Julie grabbed both their cocks and began to massage them, stroking up and down. In no time at all, both pricks were standing at attention again.

This time Julie had Freddy lie down on the couch, his cock waving above him. Julie squatted over him and slowly moved down, impaling herself on his meaty member. His thick helmet pushed easily through her sodden pussy lips and slid into her. At first she was sure she couldn't take him all, but slowly she kept lowering herself until she felt her labia squeezing around the base of his cock. With immense delight she began to move up and down, Freddy's cock filling her completely. "Oh, Mrs. Kot-terrrr," he moaned. "Damn, that's good! Where'd you learn to fuck like that? I never knew no white woman could be so good!"

In reply, Julie wiggled on his cock, sending new tremors of delight through him. He sighed deeply and reached his long arms up. His wide hands completely covered her breasts as he massaged them and tickled her sensitive nipples.

For at least 10 minutes Julie rode Freddy like a stallion, bouncing up and down faster and then slower. Her body shone with sweat as she plunged down, pushing his cock into her.

Then, keeping it inside her, Julie bent forward and presented her ass to Vinnie. When he didn't get the message right away, she moistened her fingers in the pussy juices that coated Freddy's crotch and reached back to lubricate her asshole. Then Vinnie got the idea. He rubbed his cum over his cockhead and moved it up to Julie's butt.

Julie whispered directions as he ever so slowly pressed the tip against her puckered brown hole until it popped in, then carefully pushed deeper.

After she took a minute or two to get used to it, Julie began to rock back and forth between the two hard pricks, reveling in the feeling as first one hole and then the other was filled with teenaged meat. "Keep moving," she urged them, "I want all of it! Deeper! Stick those cocks in harder!"

The threesome was going hot and heavy when a familiar voice brayed from the open window.

"Hey, Vinnie, what are you ... Ohhhhhhh," came the nasal whine of Arnold Horshack. His hands came to his mouth as he saw his teacher's wife in the middle of a sweathog sandwich.

Julie's breath was coming in short gasps by now, but she managed to puff out, "Remember the third lesson. There's always room for more."

She wiggled a finger at Horshack. He stared back in shock and shook his head. She licked her lips. He shucked off his oversized trenchcoat. Julie slid a finger into her mouth and pursed her lips around it, pulling it out slowly as her cheeks hollowed.

Faster now, Arnold threw off his clothes and moved over to the couch. His cock was quickly rising. Julie opened her mouth and pulled him to her, swallowing his prick up to the hilt.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Mrs. Kotterrrrrrrrrr," he groaned, "how can you do thattttt? Ohhhhh, Godddddd, yessssss!"

For more than 20 minutes the foursome rocked and rolled. Julie milked Horshack's cock expertly, one hand caressing his balls while the other played a fast rhythm up and down his shaft as her tongue tickled the cockhead. Vinnie kept up a steady beat shoving his cock into her ass while Freddy bucked up at her from the couch, slamming his dick into her pussy. Again and again orgasms flashed through Julie's body, sending waves of heat and jolts of ecstasy from head to toe.

Finally Vinnie could last no longer. "Duh, I'm gonna, gonna, I'm cummmiiinnnggg!" he bellowed as he blasted his jism into her butt.

Seconds later, Freddy felt his own balls begin to explode. "I'm gonna shoot!" he shouted as a blast of cum jetted into Julie's cunt, followed again and again by hot spurts that had her lurching wildly. "Now I know why they really call you Boom-Boom," she joked, but her laugh was interrupted as she felt another orgasm take over. "Oh, yessss, yes, yesyesyesyesyesyesGOD!"

Arnold, showing tremendous stamina, was still rock-hard when Julie's orgasm yanked her away into screaming gyrations. As she settled down, Freddy crawled out from underneath her and she started to fall face-first onto the couch. Then she felt scrawny but strong arms around her waist, holding her up. Horshack was kneeling on the couch behind her.

Julie's legs splayed out as Horshack's cock sought out her burning-hot cunt. "Oh, my God, yes!" she screeched as she felt his dick slide into her. Again the rhythm started as Horshack plunged into her. His hands greedily rubbed her sweaty body as he drove in over and over. "Fuck me!" Julie screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Split me wide open! I want it all! Goddamn it, I want it all!"

"I'm tryinnnnng," Arnold moaned as he rammed into her soaking-wet pussy, twisting and shifting to try to find some friction in the heavily-lubricated tunnel. The movement again sent Julie over the edge and her entire body shook with tremors. Scarcely had one orgasm finished when another drove her even wilder. In the midst of her thrashing Horshack finally felt his own orgasm building. "I'm cumming, Mrs. Kotter," he sighed. "Is that all riiiighttttaaaaagggghhhhhhh!"

"Oh, God, YES!" Julie answered as she lost consciousness.

When she came to, the boys had left but the heavy musk of their orgy hung over the room. She glanced at the clock: six- thirty already; Gabe might be home soon. Shaking off her torpor, Julie opened the windows and turned the fan on full- blast while she sprayed air-freshener, delivering a heavy dose directly into the couch's cushions. She sniffed experimentally. Well, it didn't smell too good, but the mix of pine and sweat and cum and pussy juices didn't smell like anything you'd recognize, either.

Julie was sitting on the couch reading a magazine when Gabe got in 15 minutes later.

"Welcome back, Kotter," she called out. "Have a tough day?"

"You said it," Kotter answered, tossing some books onto an end table. "I swear no matter how much I tutor those kids, they'll never learn."

"Oh, I don't know," she smiled. "I think they can catch on if you use the right teaching methods."

"Yeah, well ..." Gabe sat down beside her, sniffing at the air. "Do you smell something funny?"

"No, just the usual city air," Julie shrugged.

"Oh, well. ... Say, speaking of funny, I've got a joke..."

"No," Julie interrupted, "let me. It's a riddle. If a bird in the hand is better than two in the bush, what's better than a bird in the hand? Give up? A bird in the mouth AND two in the bush!"

Gabe stared at her. "I don't get it," he frowned.

"And you won't," Julie said, and went back to her magazine.

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ONE DAY AT A TIME: I'm Your Handyman

By Uncle Mike

Schneider slipped his master key into the apartment door and walked in, calling out, "Ms. Romano!" He figured no one was home -- not that he ever knocked -- but it was too early for her to be home from work or the girls to be home from school. Shouldering his pipe wrench like a rifle, the scruffy jack-of-all-trades crossed the living room and turned down the hallway to the bathroom, where, Ann Romano had reported, a pipe under the sink was leaking slowly.

He passed by the bedroom doors but stopped when he thought he heard a noise in one, the one Ann used. Quietly he tiptoed back to the door. Hoisting the wrench like a club, he threw open the door.

The big bed Ms. Romano used was directly opposite the door. On a Formica nightstand at its left side, a lamp in the shape of a poodle cast a yellow light onto the white sheets. In the middle of the bed, legs spread wide, was Ann Romano's younger daughter, Barbara.

Schneider froze, the pipe wrench still held above his head. Barbara was completely naked. Her long, dark hair was splayed out around her head. She was short, not thin but not fat. Her breasts were little more than rises on her pale white chest, but large brown circles held thick nipples that stood straight up. A few dark hairs curled above her pussy lips, which she held splayed open with two fingers of her left hand. Her right held a long, vibrating beige rod half in and half out of her cunt.

"Ba-ba-ba-ba- Ah, I better go," Schneider blurted as a bright red suffused his face. But he didn't move.

Barbara looked up at him and shyly smiled. "You don't have to go," she said. "You know, I never noticed it before, but you're kinda cute." She giggled. "And that's a really big wrench you've got."

Schneider looked up at the pipe wrench and seemed surprised to see it there above him. He slowly lowered it to his side. "Barbara," he began again, and his eyes zig-zagged around the room as he tried to look anywhere but at her wide-open crotch. "I really think I better go. Uh, tell your mom I'll fix the sink, uh, tomorrow."

"The sink can wait," Barbara agreed, "but I can't." She turned off the vibrator and withdrew it, slick with her secretions. She got up on her knees on the bed, facing him, and slowly slid the slick rod through the "O" of her full lips. Deeper and deeper she slipped it in until Schneider moaned. Barbara pulled the rod out and smiled at him. "Of course, if you've got other things to do ..." Again she sucked the rod into her mouth and worked it in and out.

Schneider dropped the wrench with a clang and hastily shucked off his dirty work clothes. As he strode toward the bed, Barbara tossed aside the vibrator and lay on her stomach, her face just on the edge of the mattress. Schneider stood before her and felt her hot breath on his cock. The young girl held his balls gently in her left hand as her right stroked his stiffening member. "Mmmmm, this wrench is getting bigger, too," she murmured, then gasped as it grew thicker and longer until it stood out from his crotch like a flagpole, eight inches long. "Jesus, Schneider, where have you been hiding this?" She flicked the edge of her pink tongue at the tip and his cock leaped. "Oooh, you like that, huh?" She reached around and pulled his ass to her as her mouth opened wide to take in his meaty rod. When the head was inside she closed her lips around it. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, taking in as much as she could manage.

"Not too bad, girlie," Schneider said. "Is that the best you can do?"

Snorting, Barbara grabbed his cock in both hands and stuffed it into her mouth until the head smacked into the back of her throat. He still had an inch or so outside.

"Close, but no cigar," Schneider taunted her, and Barbara began to plunge back and forth on his cock while her hands massaged the rest of the long rod. Schneider pumped back and soon shouted "I'm gonna shoot!" Barbara pulled back and a stream of cum flew across her face.

"So you don't like to swallow?"

In reply, Barbara's supple tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked the cum off her face.

"Now it's your turn to show me what you can do," Barbara said as she lay back on the bed, opening her pussy to him. Schneider crawled up between her legs and grabbed her butt cheeks in both hands. With gusto he plunged into her crotch and began licking and suckling her pussy lips, flicking his tongue at her clit and sliding it deep into her. Barbara pounded the mattress with her fists. "Lick me, that's the way!" She was still shouting when Schneider dropped her ass back onto the bed and rose above her.

"Enough of that," he growled. "Let's fuck." Her cunt was so well-lubricated that he slid easily into her but his thick cock stretched the walls of her young pussy to the maximum. "It's too big, Schneider," Barbara protested.

"God, you're tight," he agreed, but he kept pressing in. "Come on, take it in!"

"Schneider, no!"

He quieted her by covering her mouth with his, snaking his tongue between her lips. His hands greedily roamed her nubile body, rubbing her nipples raw as he pressed deeper, deeper until his full eight inches was inside her. Barbara's eyes were open wide in surprise as she realized what had happened. Soon Schneider began to stroke, long, deep drives that she felt all the way to her toes. He raised himself on both arms above her as he pistoned his hips. Barbara took up the motion and met every thrust with one of her own. Her tight cunt made his cock force its way in every time, through her hot, spongy pussy. Soon her juices flowed out and began to stain the sheets and still Schneider drove into her.

Barbara beat on his chest and sides as his prick sent shock after shock through her body. The fitted sheet was ripped from its moorings as she writhed underneath him and it came to rest like a cocoon around her, flapping against her sweaty body.

"Schneider, Schneider!" The words were forced from her lips as he plunged in, now increasing the tempo until she thought his cock would drive right through her.

Still driving, Schneider raised himself higher, lifting her ass with him until he was kneeling, her legs held high under his strong arms. He raised her ankles until they were resting on his shoulders and smashed his cock into her young cunt again and again and again. He drove like a madman, crazed by lust, his eyes staring blankly at the wall.

At last with an ear-shattering bellow he exploded inside her, blasts of cum flooding her cunt and oozing out. At the same time, Barbara felt her muscles contract sharply and a flush rise in her chest. Sparkling lights appeared in her eyes and she screamed out "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!"

As her pulsating cunt milked the last blobs of cum from his cock, Schneider came out of his daze. He was just turning toward a sound behind him when suddenly everything went black.

Schneider felt as if he were emerging from a long, dark tunnel. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked around, a room slowly coming into focus. Wow, he thought, that was one hell of an orgasm. He was flat on his back, his hands above his head. He tried to sit up, but he could only raise his hands a few inches before they seemed to snap back down. He looked up, wincing a bit at a sudden pain in the back of his head. His wrists were bound by brown, silky-looking bonds -- could those be? Yes, pantyhose, securing his hands to either bedpost. Grimacing, he raised his head and looked down: pantyhose held his ankles in check as well.

"So you're finally back with us."

Schneider recognized that voice and turned toward it. Ann Romano, a short, perky redhead with a pixie face, was standing beside the bed. Not much over five feet tall, she still somehow looked imposing, lost in a bulky green flannel bathrobe, her arms crossed in front of her.

"Ms. Romano, what ... ow." He tried to raise his head again, but something was still hurting him.

"Sorry about your goose-egg, Schneider," the pert woman said. "But when I saw you fucking my daughter I automatically swung. Lucky thing for you I'd emptied out some of the change from my purse at work or you might have been a goner."

"Fucking your ... oh, yeah. Look, Ms. Romano ..."

"It's OK, Schneider. Barbara explained what happened. Turns out she's been using my vibrator for almost a year now -- she found it when she was looking for some magazine, she said. Anyway, she said she's the one who seduced you."

"Yeah, well ..."

"Of course, she IS still under age. I could call the cops right now and have you busted for statutory rape."

"Uh, Ms. Romano, I ..."

"But Barbara also said you were pretty good. So maybe we could find some other way to punish you for what you did."

"Huh?"

"Well, she's not the only one who's had to rely on a vibrator for any action." Ann loosened the belt of her robe and slipped it off her shoulders. As it slipped to the floor, she stepped out of it and moved back from the bed so Schneider could get a full view.

Her petite breasts were held by a tight leather bra, with silver hoops at each corner. A black corset laced up the front also served as the anchor for garters holding up a pair of black fishnet hose. She stepped into a pair of sky-high patent-leather spike heels that added five inches to her height, and spread her legs slightly, showing Schneider that she wore no panties. Bright red hair curled around her naked cunt.

As Schneider watched in amazement and then shock, Ann unlocked the bottom drawer of the bedside table and took out an evil-looking device, with a thick leather handle and a tangle of braided leather strips, each of them ending in a shiny silver brad.

She slapped the cat into her palm reflectively as she looked down at him, spread-eagled and vulnerably naked.

"You know, Schneider, (whap!) you've taken an awful lot of liberties. (whap!) Letting yourself into my apartment whenever you like. (whap!) Butting into our personal lives. (whap!) Even fucking my youngest daughter. (WHAP!) I'm really going to enjoy this. (whap!)"

"Ms. Romano, look, I'm really sorry about Barbara. And I promise, I'll never let myself in again. Scout's honor!" Schneider's eyes bobbed up and down as he focused on the cat slapping into Ann's hand. "Whatever you say. Just, please, let me go!"

Ann smiled wickedly but said nothing. Instead, she walked to the end of the bed and placed one heel on the edge, giving Schneider a full view of her exposed pussy. She gently brushed his left leg with the tips of the cat o' nine tails. He flinched, straining at the bonds.

"I'll be gentle, poor Schneider," she cooed. Ann tested the bonds holding his feet. They held fast. In one fluid motion she stepped up onto the bed, towering over him. She walked up astride his chest, her heels digging into the mattress on either side. "Oh, Schneider," she said, "I do hope you make me feel good. (whap!) Because if I don't feel good, (whap!) YOU won't feel good. (whap!) And we wouldn't want that, would we? (whap!)"

She moved forward again until her crotch was directly above his face and then squatted slowly. She stopped with her cunt just inches from his mouth. "Now, remember, (whap!) be on your best behavior! (whap!)" She lowered herself the rest of the way, her pink pussy lips kissing Schneider's mouth. She used her left hand to spread herself wide open for him, but Schneider was motionless.

Sharply she brought the cat down behind her on his chest. He bucked at the impact of a dozen brads. And again.

"I told you, (whap!) you have to be a good boy (whap!). Now see if you can figure out what I want! (whap!)"

Tentatively Schneider's tongue reached up and flicked at her pussy. "MMmmmmmm. That's it, Schneider!" She brought the cat down again but stopped it just short of impact and then lowered it slowly, tickling his hairy chest.

Schneider began to lap at her muff and she lowered herself further, smothering his face. A gurgle from him told her she'd gone too far and she moved up slightly, allowing him to draw a breath through his nose. She wiggled her cunt over him as he slurped up her juices and tongued her sensitive folds.

"The clit, Schneider, suck my clit," Ann ordered. She adjusted her position slightly and his tongue found her love button. She almost lost her balance as a shiver of delight ran through her. "That's IT!"

Dropping the cat, she fondled her breasts through the stiff bra, poking her fingers underneath to rub the nipples. "Mmmmmmm, Barbara was right," Ann groaned. "You ARE good!"

As Schneider slipped his tongue deeper and deeper into her box, Ann felt her insides tighten and her knees grow weak. Suddenly a gush of juices poured out of her and dripped down Schneider's face as she screamed out incoherently, "Aaaiiiggghhhh!!!"

She fell to one side and lay there shivering for several minutes before she recovered. Then Ann stretched out alongside Schneider, playing a hand up and down his chest as she rested her chin on his right shoulder. "You WERE a good boy, Schneider," she grinned. "I think you deserve a reward."

Her hand slipped down to brush his cock, which jumped at the touch. "Mmmmm, but you're not quite ready," Ann said. "I think we'll have to work on that." First she moved up to kiss him, licking her own secretions from his tongue as her right leg caressed his stomach and groin.

Then she turned around, leaning over his stomach and blowing a stream of cool air onto his cock. She watched the stiff, dark pubic hairs bend under the breeze. She began to stroke the underside of his dick, watching in fascination as it hardened and lengthened. Like her daughter, Ann's eyes grew wide when she saw it continue to grow. "My God, Schneider, you put all of that monster in my Barbara?" Her breath on his rigid cock grew warmer and her nostrils flared. "My GOD!"

"Yeah, Ms. Romano, I ..." Ann quickly picked up the cat and lashed him across the chest.

"Shut up! I'm doing all the talking here! Remember who's in charge."

Schneider grunted as she lashed him again, then stroked his chest lightly with the braids.

Ann crawled up onto him, straddling his waist as she faced the door. She bent her face lower and sunk onto his cock, pursing her lips around the massive member as it slid into her mouth. "Schnei-er, ur sho birrr!" she mumbled around the huge pipe. "I on't ow ih I an hake ir." But she continued to lower her mouth onto him and his cock slid past her lips further and further until her nose was buried in his ball sac. She gave out a squeal of delight and pulled back up, plunging up and down at the tip before again slowly taking him in all the way. Schneider groaned loudly as her lips tingled along his rod to the hilt.

In time Ann rose off his cock. "Sorry, don't want to waste it," she said, and scootched forward until the entrance of her pussy was poised at the head of his dick. She wiggled her cunt at him and Schneider tried to press into her. "Naughty boy! (whap!) This is my game! (whap!)" Ann teased him, but she rose up and guided his cock into her, the swollen head forcing aside her tight lips and sliding home. She held him just inside her for a minute that seemed like an eternity to him, then slid down onto him all the way.

Again she stopped, relishing the feel of a big, thick cock inside her hot, soaking pussy. She began to clench at it and release it with her cunt muscles, then rose and fell over it, letting Schneider's rod drive in and out.

Soon she picked up speed and was bouncing on his cock like a trampoline, her short hair flying up on every downstroke. Schneider moaned both in pain and ecstasy, still aching slightly from the blow to the head but hurting more from being unable to control Ann's mad tempo, which sent tremors of agony and delight through him. His legs and arms were becoming numb from the restraints, so all his senses were centered on his cock as Ann's cunt slithered up and down.

His breath came in short, quick gasps as he struggled underneath her, lunging up hungrily at her passionate thrusts. "Oh, Christ, Ms. Romano!" he breathed out, but her speed never slackened. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his knees. He saw her tight butt bouncing on his crotch as she forced herself onto him, her cheeks squashing onto the backs of her spike heels and then lifting up for another plunge.

At last he felt his balls tighten and his cock grew even bigger until his cum blasted into Ann's cunt. The burst of warmth triggered her own orgasm and they joined in a screaming, shouting climax as Ann ground her cunt onto his massive cock.

Later on, as Schneider lay still restrained on the bed, now damp and cold from their exertions, Ann sat on an easy chair next to the door, looking at him speculatively.

"Uh, Ms. Romano," Schneider began tentatively. "May I ask a question?" He eyed the cat, which she once again was slapping into her palm.

"Sure, Schneider, go ahead (whap!)"

He winced. "Could -- could you let me go now?"

"Let you go? (WHAP!)" She half rose from the chair. "You think I'm going to let you go? (whap!)" She paused and sank back into the cushions. "Mmmmm, maybe. But not now." She smiled. "Let's just take it one day at a time, shall we?"

Path: bull.hkstar.net!imci3!newsfeed.internetmci.com!csn!nntp-xfer-1.csn.net!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!fr582 From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mike22 Eight is Enough mf inc Date: 5 Jul 1996 19:59:23 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland OH (USA) Lines: 1014 Message-ID: <4rjs6r$amn@madeline.INS.CWRU.Edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: owl.ins.cwru.edu

EIGHT IS ENOUGH: And Two's Not Bad, Either

By Uncle Mike

In a house with eight kids it's hard to find time alone. Heck, it's impossible. It's hard enough just to avoid being in a real crowd.

So it was kind of a treat to have only my sister Elizabeth in the room with me when we were watching this old movie on TV.

Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Tommy Bradford. I'm 14, and, like I said, I'm one of eight kids. And Elizabeth's one of my sisters -- I'd say one of my older sisters, but they're all older than me. I'm the baby of the family except for Nicholas, and he doesn't count because he's just 8. Anyway, Elizabeth's just a year older than me, and for a lot of years we were the tail end of the family, so we're used to spending time together. I mean, we argue and stuff like regular brothers and sisters, but we're also used to confiding in each other and asking for advice.

I never paid too much attention to what she looked like -- heck, she was my sister, right? But some of the older guys in school asked me about her a few times, so I tried to figure out what they saw in her. She doesn't look too bad, for a sister, I mean. She dresses OK, and she's not real thin or real fat -- although she's always saying she could stand to lose a few pounds. And a couple of the guys who asked about her said they really like her hair -- it's long, almost to her waist. And she smiles a lot.

So, anyway, like I was saying, it was Elizabeth and me alone in the house, watching TV. Most of the other kids were out doing one thing or another, and Mom and Dad and Nicholas were over at one of our relatives. Elizabeth and me would have had to go to, but we'd been out that morning -- me working on a school project with some of my buddies, Elizabeth doing something with her friends. So we lucked out and Nicholas got stuck going alone.

So we're watching TV, right? And we couldn't agree on what to watch, so we flipped a coin to see who could pick first. I lost, and Elizabeth picked this old movIe. I said that wasn't fair because the thing was gonna be on for like two hours, and by then somebody else might have come home, or even Mom and Dad, and I wouldn't get my chance. But she just giggled and said she'd won fair and square. Which was true, so I gave up. I could've just gone to my room or something, but the movie didn't look too bad when it started -- some guy walked into a dark alley and got blown away in the first five minutes -- so I watched with her.

It turned out that nobody else got killed in the whole movie, or even beaten up. And the cop investigating the murder fell in love with this woman he talked to, the victim's sister. So I was starting to lose interest.

But then the cop and the woman are about to say good night, and he kissed her. I mean, he kissed her good. I leaned forward and I might have even scooted forward on the couch a little. It used to be, just a couple of years ago, I would have thought that stuff was junk. But I'll admit I'm interested in some of the girls at school. Only I wasn't sure what to do. I'd never kissed a girl -- not a real one, anyway, just Mom and aunts and stuff.

So I'm watching real careful to see just what the cop does -- like, does he open his mouth? And do you aim right for the center of her mouth, or off to the side, or what?

I must have been really into it, because when I felt a touch on my shoulder I jumped up and almost fell onto the coffee table. And Elizabeth started laughing so hard I thought she'd pee in her pants.

Anyway, once I calmed down and she stopped laughing, she started teasing me about paying so much attention to the kissing. And I guess I blushed.

"Tommy! Don't tell me you've never kissed a girl."

I just hung my head down. I was ashamed to look at her.

I guess she must have seen how I felt, because the teasing left her voice. "No, really?" she goes. "Oh, Tommy, I'm sorry I made fun of you. I just thought -- really?"

I told her I'd thought about it some times, but I just didn't know how to do it -- you know what I mean. She giggled, and I must have blushed again. I was feeling pretty dumb.

Then she apologized again, and she put her arm around me. "Look," she said, "if you really want to know how to kiss, how about if -- well, if you practiced on me? I promise I won't tell anyone."

I wasn't sure, but then I thought about how it would probably be easier to get over having done something dumb with Elizabeth than with some girl from school. Heck, I'd done lots of dumb stuff that she knew about. What more could this hurt?

So I asked her what I was supposed to do.

She smiled. She's got cute dimples when she does that. "Well, uh, I guess you should put your arms around me," she said, so I did. Elizabeth felt softer than most of my aunts.

"Now just kiss me," she said. "You know how. C'mon, you've kissed Mom."

So I put my lips out a little and aimed for her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second so I landed on her mouth. I pecked at it and sat back.

She closed her eyes and smiled. I had a feeling she was laughing inside. "You said you wouldn't make fun of me," I said. I was a little angry.

"It's just," she started to say, and then she stopped for a second. "You're right, I said I wouldn't. Look, maybe I should give you a few tips first. I'm no expert or anything, but try this. Don't close your lips so tight. Leave a little opening. Go in slow. And, for heaven's sake, don't jump away like you got an electric shock. Take your time!"

We tried again, and I did like she said. It was better, I could tell. Her lips pressed right against mine and we hugged each other and it felt pretty good.

Elizabeth said it was better, too. She had me practice a little more until she was sure I had it right, then she said I was ready for any girl in the school.

That's when I started to ask a question, but I stopped. It was something I'd heard the other guys talking about, but it sounded kind of silly to me. But Elizabeth made me go ahead anyway.

So I asked her, wasn't there something you were supposed to do with your tongue?

I figured she'd start laughing at how dumb I was, but she didn't. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Who told you about that?" she wanted to know. Just some guys, I said.

Well, she said, it was true. So we hugged again, and she told me to kiss her like before and let her show me. This time when we pressed our lips together, she slipped her tongue between my lips and right into my mouth! For a second I thought it was gross, but I had to admit it did feel good. And then she said we should try again, and this time I should push my tongue against hers, too. So we did that.

I didn't realize it, but while we were kissing I had gotten a hard-on. If I'd known it I would've stopped right away, because I'd always been really embarrassed about that kind of stuff; I really hated it when Dad sat me down for the birds- and-bees talk. But I was concentrating on kissing, so I didn't know. And Elizabeth and I kissed a few more times, slipping our tongues into each other's mouths. I guess we were holding each other pretty tight, too. I remember I could feel the strap of her bra through the back of her blouse. And on the third or fourth kiss, instead of just backing away we kind of slid our faces sideways, and I was kissing her neck while she was kissing mine. It felt really good.

When we sat back after that, Elizabeth's face was a little red, and she seemed to be breathing funny. I felt a little odd myself, kind of hot inside.

And then she looked down at my lap and her mouth fell open. I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, and there was a big, dark stain right in the middle of my crotch, right where there was a big bulge from my cock. Boy, was I embarrassed.

Elizabeth said she thought we'd better stop there, that I'd had enough practice, and I agreed.

That night, I had a dream about her. I don't remember exactly what happened, but when I woke up I'd cum in my shorts.

The next day was Sunday, and with one thing and another it was impossible to get Elizabeth alone, but I thought about her all day. Finally, after dinner, I was able to pull her aside and suggest we slip out the back door for a little while.

I asked her if we could practice kissing again. I was afraid she'd still be upset about my having a hard-on the last time, but it turned out she'd been trying to find a way to ask me the same question. We figured we couldn't stay out there in the dark too long before someone noticed we were missing, but we did kiss and hug a little.

After that, we always were on the lookout for a chance to sneak a kiss. Like I said, in a family with eight kids there aren't a lot of chances to be alone, so we didn't get together nearly as often as I wanted.

But each time we could, we'd sneak away, just the two of us. I remember one time, we were kissing and I had my hands around Elizabeth's waist, and then I started rubbing her back. I wasn't planning anything, really I wasn't. But as my hands kept rubbing I slid along her side and touched her breast. Well, I touched her bra -- and that through her blouse. But she didn't jerk away or anything, she just kept kissing.

After that I always tried to cop a feel whenever I could, even when we couldn't get away -- I'd just slip my hand around her when we were doing the dishes, or something, and no one else was watching.

That went on for a couple of weeks, and then we were kissing and I was stroking her through her blouse and Elizabeth asked if I didn't want to get closer. She pulled her blouse out of her jeans and I put my hand underneath. Her skin was really smooth and soft, and warm, too. I remember running my fingertips over her side and touching her bra cup. It was stiff and scratchy, and I didn't think she could feel anything under it. But when I put my hand on it she moaned a little and stuck her tongue way inside my mouth.

It was tough, with as little time as we had, to do much more. I let her put her hands inside my shirt, and she even stuck them down the back of my jeans once or twice and cupped my butt, which felt kinda weird.

The fact is, by that time I wasn't thinking about other girls, just being with my sister. That may not sound right, but I don't think either one of us thought we were doing anything wrong. I mean, we were just kissing, after all. And with so little time we couldn't even think about anything else.

Finally, after like a month or two, we got another chance to be alone for more than a few minutes. It was a Saturday night, and we'd finished all our homework, so Mom and Dad let us stay up late watching TV -- after everyone else had gone to bed.

We were sitting next to each other on the couch, and Elizabeth put her arm around me and pulled me in close and we started kissing. We were really going at it hot and heavy, I guess. I pulled her blouse out of her pants and she rolled my T-shirt up to my armpits. I could feel my cock pressing hard against my jeans, but I was used to that by now.

I don't even know what the movie was about. We didn't pay any attention. Mostly because we were kissing, of course, and then we were keeping one eye on the stairs to make sure no one woke up and found us down there.

But then we started licking each other's neck and stuff, and Elizabeth leaned back until she was on her back and I was on top of her. With her on her back like that, her bra was loose and without really knowing it I slipped my hand inside and got my first feel of a real live breast! This will sound dumb, but it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I guess I didn't realize that it was the bra that was so stiff, not what was underneath. I mean, I knew there weren't any bones or anything there, but I just never thought it would feel so good.

When I felt the little button at the tip of my sister's breast, it all kind of hit me at once, what I was doing, and I pulled my hand out of there fast. But Elizabeth grabbed hold of my arm before I could pull it out from underneath her blouse.

"You can do that," she told me, and I didn't need to be asked twice. So we kept on kissing, and I was fondling my sister's tits. I guess it's no surprise that my cock was as hard as a flagpole, especially since I was right on top of her. By that time she'd swung her legs up onto the couch and I was right in between them, holding myself off of her with one hand while the other was busy.

Well, with my cock so hard, and me so lost in what we were doing, I just automatically started rubbing it against her. I mean, who wouldn't, right?

So Elizabeth, she says, "Hey, what are you doing?" And I asked her what she meant, and she said down there. And I got all embarrassed again, but she said it was all right.

Then she asked me if it didn't hurt, my jeans being so tight, and I said yeah, it did.

"Well, why don't you slide them down, then?" she said.

I said I didn't know if I should. She said I could do what I wanted, but she was gonna slide her pants down because she wanted to rub herself too.

I didn't know girls did that. I don't think any of the guys in school knew, either, because none of them ever mentioned it. But Elizabeth said she sometimes played with herself after we got through kissing because I'd gotten her so hot.

Well, I told her about having dreams about her, and how I'd done myself too. She said she thought that made her feel really sexy, and I told her I was getting pretty hot thinking about how I'd made her feel, too. So we both undid our pants and slipped them down around our ankles.

Elizabeth had on a pair of shiny pink panties, really smooth. I was glad I just had on my white boxers, not any of the ones Mom had got me last Christmas, the ones with the polka dots or the race cars. We both laughed when we saw the matching stains on the fronts of her panties and my shorts.

Anyway, she spread her legs apart a little and I got on top of her again, and I started rubbing against her. We started kissing again and stuff, too.

I guess just rubbing isn't enough for girls, because Elizabeth put her hand down there and stuck it inside her panties. I would've put my hand on my dick, too, but I didn't have one free, 'cause I was feeling her up again.

Since I couldn't touch my cock, I wasn't getting much satisfaction out of it, so I started rubbing harder. Next thing you know, I'm rubbing so hard that the head of my dick pokes right out the top of my shorts.

I was hoping Elizabeth wouldn't notice, and for a while she didn't. She stopped kissing me and put her head to the side and just groaned softly and then all of a sudden she jerked back and forth a few times.

I asked her if she was all right and she giggled.

"I came," she told me. "That's what a girl's orgasm is like. And that was a good one, too. How about you?"

Before I could say anything, she started to pull her hand out of her panties and it brushed against the tip of my dick. I said I was sorry.

"For what?" she said. And then she put her hand right on my cock!

I thought I was gonna blow right then and there, it felt so good. Her fingers were real soft and kinda slippery -- from fingering herself, I guess. I'd never felt anything like that before; it was way better than when I jacked myself off.

But I was nervous, and I asked her if it was all right, us doing that, being brother and sister. She asked me if I didn't like it. Of course, I had to say I did. Then she said that it wasn't much different than just kissing, since we were just touching -- and hadn't I touched her breasts? Well, sure, I had, and that made sense to me. Besides, it felt too good with her hand rubbing along my shaft for me to ask her to stop.

So she slid it up and down, slowly. When her fingers brushed over the sides of the helmet, I thought I would die. But after she'd rubbed a little longer it just felt right and pretty soon I felt something happening. I tried to warn her, but the cum just shot right out of me and splattered over her hand and onto her stomach.

We kissed a little more and then I got up and got my clothes back and got her a towel from the kitchen to wipe herself off. By then the movie was over and we figured we'd better go up to bed.

The next day we were eating breakfast with the rest of the family when Nicholas almost got us in big trouble. It turned out that while Elizabeth and me were really going at it, he'd gotten up and started to come downstairs to raid the fridge, and he saw me on top of her.

When he started to tell Mom and Dad that he'd seen us on the couch, I was freaking. I snuck a peek at Elizabeth, and her face was white. What were we going to say?

Luckily for us, it turned out Nicholas didn't understand what he saw. He said we were fighting. Elizabeth cut him off real quick and said we were just having a pillow fight, and Mom told Nicholas not to be a snitch. Was I relieved!

That evening, Elizabeth and me were careful to stay away from each other, but she did manage to slip me a note. It said that we should probably play it cool for a few days. I winked at her to show I agreed.

The next few days were awful, not being able to hold her or kiss her or anything. I spent my nights jacking off in my bed, thinking about her.

When we finally did manage to be alone, it was just for a few seconds, enough for a quick kiss; we didn't even have time to talk. But as we split up again, Elizabeth whispered to me. "Write me a note," she said.

So I did. I wrote down how I thought about her all the time, and how I had dreams about her, and how I missed our kissing. I slipped it to her when we were all having dinner.

The next day, she gave me a note back. It said she thought about me, too. That made me feel really terrific. And she said she couldn't wait until we could be together again, which went double for me.

But for the next couple of weeks, we didn't get in a single kiss. We both agreed that after the Nicholas thing we should play it cool, at least as far as any late-night stuff. And we didn't want anyone to notice us going off by ourselves all the time.

As it turned out, though, that didn't mean we couldn't do anything.

It started one night at dinner. This time Elizabeth and me were sitting next to each other. I was really in agony, having her so close that I could smell the flowery soap she used but not being able to touch her or anything. She had a white cotton blouse on and she'd left the top two buttons open, so when she bent over a little I could see her breasts hiding in her bra. I wanted to just yank open that blouse and grab hold of them.

With all that going on in my head, it's no wonder my cock was getting stiff. I didn't think anyone would notice, with it under the table, but I think Elizabeth may have guessed.

Anyway, I was taking a bite of spaghetti when I felt something on my crotch. I looked down right away and saw Elizabeth's hand under the tablecloth. I felt her undoing my zipper.

I looked around the table, and no one else seemed to noticing anything going on. It was tough to keep a straight face while my sister slid her hand into my pants and pulled my hard shaft out and starting jacking me off. My dad asked me to pass the butter and it took two or three tries before he got my attention. Elizabeth just giggled and kept on.

When I felt myself about to cum I put my hand down there and pushed her away. No way was I gonna cum with my cock waving in the air like that, and get it all over my pants. As it was, I just got it stuffed back into my shorts when I exploded, and I had to wolf down the rest of my food and skip dessert so I could go clean myself up.

After that, I wrote Elizabeth a note telling her it wasn't fair that she could jack me off in front of everybody and I couldn't get a hand on her breasts unless we were alone. She sent a note right back. "You'll think of something," it said.

It was later that week that I finally figured out what she meant. In the meantime, she sent me another note saying she missed our sessions so much that she'd gotten a vibrator to help herself out. I didn't know what that was at first, but when I sent a note back she drew me a picture. She said one of the girls at school ordered a bunch from some catalog. Elizabeth wrote that she kept hers in her locker at school, and when she did herself in the bathroom she would think about me. God, that made me get a hard-on just thinking about it. I told her so, and she wrote back that she'd prefer me to the vibrator any time. If found out what she meant that night.

A bunch of us were watching TV, with me and Elizabeth and Nicholas all sitting together on the couch. She had on a sweatsuit, which made her look kind of lumpy -- but I still remembered what was underneath. Anyway, she said she was cold and grabbed a blanket and threw it over her lap -- and then she asked if I wasn't a little chilled, too. I was too dumb to figure it out then, but luckily Nicholas, who was sitting on the other side of me, said he was -- so Elizabeth spread the blanket over all our laps.

In a little while she reached underneath the blanket and grabbed my hand and guided it over to her lap. When she tucked my hand under the waistband of her sweatpants I got the idea.

My fingers brushed over a patch of hair, which I figured was like the one above my cock. And then I felt some folds of skin. They were already a little wet. I didn't know where I was going, but Elizabeth guided me a little and pretty soon I had worked a couple of fingers into her hole and they got really slick from her juices. I wasn't sure what to do then, but I started pushing my fingers in and out and I could hear Elizabeth's breathing getting shallow so I figured I was on the right track. Once I started rubbing faster but Nicholas looked over when he felt the blanket shaking, so I had to slow down. It took awhile, but eventually Elizabeth kind of jerked a few times and then she pulled my hand away, letting me wipe it on the inside of her sweatpants first.

So even though we couldn't get away by ourselves, my sister and I did get a few chances to do each other -- when we were with the rest of the family! It was so hot.

Once we did get together for a few minutes when I ran into her at night in the hallway as we were both going to the bathroom. We figured that it was so late no one else would notice, so we snuck into the toilet together. The door was hardly closed before Elizabeth was all over me, pulling my cock out of my pajamas and planting her lips right on mine. And I was giving it back, too. I put my hand down her panties and stuck my tongue in her mouth. It felt so good to be with her again, without having to hide what we were doing. I was so hot for her I came right away, although I kept diddling her for a few minutes before she could cum.

I told her how much I missed her, and Elizabeth said she felt exactly the same. Then she asked me if I really meant what I wrote in my notes, that I thought about her all the time, especially when I was jacking off.

Sure, I said, all the time.

Did I ever think about her being ... naked?

Yeah! Boy, did I. I told her I had been wondering what she looked like, especially ever since that night she put my hand inside her pants. Elizabeth smiled and said would I like to find out for real? I thought she was gonna strip right then, but she said we should go back to our rooms before anyone noticed. But if I really wanted to see her naked, she said, I should just wait and see what happened the next night after dinner. She wouldn't tell me any more.

All that day in school I was going around with a permanent hard-on, thinking about getting to see my sister in the nude. I figured she had a great body, from what I'd been able to see of it and what I'd felt. I was a little worried about her maybe wanting to see me nude too. I'm kind of scrawny and I figured she'd be disappointed, and maybe she wouldn't want to make out with me any more. But I tried to stop thinking about that and just concentrate on her.

After dinner I had to finish up some homework, and I raced through it to make sure I would be downstairs as soon as I could. I didn't know what to expect, but I didn't want to risk missing out on whatever it was. There was no way Elizabeth was gonna show me any skin with everybody else around, unless maybe she'd figured out some way to do it where no one but me could see. But I figured if she did that I probably wouldn't be able to do much touching, and that would be a pain. I knew that once I saw her naked I'd want to kiss and lick every inch of her.

When I finally finished my homework, I took the stairs two at a time going down, but nothing seemed to be happening. Elizabeth was just reading a book, and Mom was sorting through some mail while Dad balanced the checkbook. My sister gave me a wink when I came down, but she didn't say anything. I flipped on the TV and sat back to see what would happen.

When Mom finished with the mail, she started to get up but Elizabeth came up and stopped her.

My sister said that she'd had an offer from one of her teachers to babysit their kids New Year's Eve, which was just a couple of weeks away. Mom cross-examined her about who the teacher was and how old the kids were -- four-year-old twins -- and how late she'd be. Elizabeth said she was supposed to be over there at six and they weren't expected back until two or three in the morning, so she would sleep over.

Mom sounded doubtful. Elizabeth begged a little, and even asked Dad what he thought. He said he didn't like the idea of her being alone with those kids for so long on New Year's, when who knew what people would be doing.

That's when Elizabeth asked if it would be OK if she had someone else with her. Mom said it would be all right as long as it was some friend they knew and could trust. My sister said she couldn't ask any of her friends because then she'd have to split the pay -- so how about if I came along?

I must have looked really surprised, because Dad laughed and said it didn't look like I was interested. Of course, the joke was on him because I knew now what Elizabeth had planned, and I was absolutely interested. I figured I better not show it too much, though, or they might get suspicious. I hemmed and hawed, but in the end I let my Mom talk me into doing it.

The next two weeks seemed to take forever. I mean, Christmas came along, and usually that was my favorite day of the whole year, but now it was just another day that I couldn't do anything with Elizabeth because there were too many people around. We did kiss under the mistletoe, but I couldn't even stick my tongue in her mouth.

Finally New Year's Eve arrived. The other kids teased us about missing the big family celebration -- which was a real tease, because all we ever did was have cocoa while we watched TV. I was real careful to hide how excited I was, but it was tough because my cock felt harder and bigger than ever and every time I caught a glimpse of Elizabeth or heard her voice my dick jerked.

We got over to the Maxwell's house -- that was the couple we were babysitting for -- about 6, just before they left for their party. They told us there was lots of food and pop in the fridge, and left the phone number in case of trouble. I didn't pay much attention, except when they repeated that they wouldn't be home until 2, and more likely 3. They showed us where the sheets and pillows were to make up the couch -- that was where I was going to sleep -- and finally got out the door.

At 7 we held a New Year's celebration for the twins with noisemakers and ice cream, figuring that would give them time to wind down and actually get to sleep at 8, their normal bedtime. It worked. We waited until 8:30, just to make sure they were really asleep. When Elizabeth peeked in their room, both the girls were out, snoring quietly.

While we had waited for them to settle down and drift off, Elizabeth and me had been kissing and hugging on the couch, so my cock was in agony pressing against my jeans and my hormones were at their peak. I could hardly wait for what would come next.

Elizabeth told me to wait in the guest room, where she was supposed to sleep, while she got ready. She cautioned me not to take off anything except my shoes and socks, because she didn't "want to miss any of the show."

I jumped on the bed to wait for her. She was gone awhile. I wondered if maybe she was gonna change into something sexy like the women in the magazines wear -- you know, some kind of sheer nightgown or panties with the crotch cut out. I'd seen Elizabeth around the house in her pajamas or nightgowns, but those never showed too much. Of course, that didn't mean I didn't like looking at her in them, anyway, but I did think about what she might look like in something fancy.

But when she came into the room she was dressed just like before -- a loose-fitting pair of jeans, a blue blouse with long sleeves and a white sweater-vest. Nothing fancy.

I guess I must have showed my disappointment, because she laughed and asked if I was expecting maybe Raquel Welch. I got afraid she might think I didn't like her so I started to tell her how pretty she was, but she told me it was all right.

Then she crawled onto the bed with me and we started kissing and stuff. It was good, like always, but I couldn't stop thinking about what was ahead. I think Elizabeth was anxious, too, because before too long she got off the bed.

We stood a few feet apart, just kind of looking at each other for a minute. Then Elizabeth asked, was I sure I wanted to do this. I said yeah, was she? I was worried again, maybe she was having second thoughts. But she said she was just making sure, that she didn't want to push me into anything. Then she looked down at my crotch and said it sure didn't look like I was being pushed in. She could see my cock was pushing out against my jeans like a balloon getting ready to bust.

So she said, would I go first. I said that was no fair, I already had my socks off, so she kicked off her shoes and pointed at me. "Your turn," she said.

I pulled off my sweatshirt. Elizabeth groaned when she saw I still had a T-shirt on underneath, but she went ahead anyway and took off her sweater. I said she should take off her blouse too, and she gave in and did it.

She had on a plain white bra, nothing fancy, but I didn't care. This was the first time I'd gotten a really good look at the breasts I'd had my hands on, and they looked as good as I'd thought. Not real big, but not too small either. They kind of bulged out of the bra a little.

It was my turn again, and I took off my T-shirt. I felt ashamed because I had no hair on my chest, so I crossed my arms in front of me. Besides, I didn't know what else to do with them.

Elizabeth started to unzip her jeans. I said she should take off her top first, like I did, but she wouldn't give in this time.

She had on plain white cotton panties. I could see a dark stain on the front again. This was my first look at her full body, in full light. She was round all over -- not fat, I mean, but good looking, no bony knees or stuff.

I took off my jeans then. When I undid the zipper and pulled them partway down, my boner was set free and stuck the front of my boxers out like a tent.

Up till then we really hadn't shown each other anything we hadn't already seen. But something was going to change soon, and we both knew it. We just looked at each other again for a minute or so. Then Elizabeth put her hands behind her back. When she brought them forward again, her bra came loose and she tossed it aside. Her breasts sagged just a little, but they still stood out. And now I could see her nipples, and the dark circles around them. I licked my lips, trying to think of something smart to say, but I couldn't.

"So how do I look?" That was Elizabeth. She looked like she didn't know what to do with her hands, either -- she crossed them under her breasts, then put them on her hips, then just hung them at her sides.

"You're beautiful," I said, and I really meant it. She was. The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

She took a few steps toward me, and I reached out a hand and brushed it against the side of her breast. The next thing you know, we were hugging and kissing. I couldn't get over feeling my sister's breasts pressing into my chest, just skin to skin.

After a few minutes, we both stepped back. Neither one of us said a word. I could hear my heart pounding away like a drum, and I was surprised Elizabeth didn't say anything about it, it seemed so loud. Every time I took a breath, I held it for a long time before I let it out.

We were looking right into each other's eyes. I don't think we even blinked. Then there was some kind of signal between us. I don't even know what it was. But at the same time we both reached down and pulled down the last bits of cloth and there we were: completely naked.

My cock stood out longer and stiffer than I'd ever seen it before. It was pointing straight at Elizabeth's mound, where she had a patch of soft-looking hair. I couldn't see much more of her crotch, just the top of the folds, but I knew what was down there.

I don't know about Elizabeth, but I hadn't really thought much about what would come next. I mean, I'd had dreams and stuff, but mostly just about seeing her. I never really believed I'd get to do that, much less anything else.

She got back onto the bed, though, and got on her back. When she spread her legs apart I could see everything. I just stared. I'd never seen a woman's hole before, but just the sight of it almost made me cum.

Elizabeth finally asked me if I was just going to look or what. I snapped out of it and crawled onto the bed next to her.

When we started kissing, she rolled over and wrapped her legs around me and my cock was pushed right up against her mound. I could feel some juices from her slit when it rubbed against my balls.

I thought I was in heaven. My hands went all over my sister's body. I remember sliding my hand up and down her leg as it was wrapped around my waist; it was smooth as silk.

She even pressed down on my shoulders and put my lips onto her breasts. I got the idea right away. I kissed and licked at the sides, going from one to the other, working my way right up to the nipples. They were already hard, like little gumdrops. I even nipped at them, and Elizabeth seemed to like that.

When I moved back up and kissed her again, real slow, she slid her hand down and put her fingers around my cock. I shot almost as soon as she started rubbing. This time, though, instead of getting up to wash it off her stomach, Elizabeth just rubbed it in. She even took some of it on her finger and put it into her mouth and licked it off.

I was so wiped out by my orgasm that I just lay back for a minute. When I looked over again, Elizabeth was on her back with both hands on her crotch as she fingered herself.

I felt dumb for forgetting that she had needs too. I started to apologize, but she said to stop talking and help her out, so I did. I put my fingers inside her while I rolled over and started licking her breasts again. They were saltier than before; I guess we were both getting pretty sweaty by then. Anyway, it wasn't long before Elizabeth started bucking her hips up in the air and groaning, and finally she put her hands on mine to make me stop fingering her while she just jerked and shook.

I lay back again. I was kind of hoping she'd want to do it again in a little while, because my cock was getting harder again. I'd never done it to myself twice in one night, so I wasn't sure if I could, but my dick sure felt like it.

Well, after a minute or two Elizabeth was breathing more normal, and she turned on her side facing me, propping up her head with one hand. She just looked at me, not saying anything. I felt a little funny, 'cause I didn't think I was much to look at.

But then she started talking. Her voice was real low and quiet. She told me that she really liked what we'd been doing, and that I made her feel real good. I told her I felt the same way. I said it felt great because she made me all excited, she was so pretty, and she made me feel warm inside, too.

What did I mean by that, she wanted to know. Well, I knew what I meant, but I hadn't wanted to say anything. I'd been feeling that way for a long time, only I didn't think Elizabeth did. But now, lying there naked next to her, it seemed dumb to hold anything back. I rolled over facing her.

"I love you, Sis," I said. My voice wavered a little, I was so nervous. "I really do. I --"

That's when she leaned over and kissed me, real hard. We held each other close and she whispered in my ear that she loved me, too.

And then she said that because we loved each other, maybe we could do something else. Honestly, I didn't know what she meant. I know that sounds really stupid, but you got to remember we'd been kissing and making out for months, and nothing more. I mean, this was my sister, after all.

I didn't know what she meant, but I just nodded and said it was OK. I figured there wasn't anything Elizabeth would want to do that I wouldn't like. I loved her that much.

So she told me to roll onto my back again, and she got up and swung her legs around so she was straddling my knees.

Then she took my cock in her hands and stroked it, real gently. It didn't take much before it was as stiff as a pole again.

"Now do you know what I'm going to do?" she said. I shook my head. She smiled.

"I'm going to put this inside me, Tommy. I think you'll like it."

I was stunned. She was gonna fuck me! Here I was, some dumb 14-year-old, and I was gonna have sex with this beautiful woman, my own sister. It didn't seem possible.

"Well, say something," she said.

"Wow," I said.

But then I thought of something. "What about -- babies?"

She told me it was all taken care of. She was using a diaphragm. She explained that that's some kind of dojigger she put inside her, and put some goo on it, and it keeps the sperm from getting in. She said she'd gotten one a few months ago from her doctor, just 'cause one of her girlfriends dared her. She would have gotten the Pill, but there was no way she could really hide that in our house, so she got a diaphragm and kept it in her school locker -- next to the vibrator, I guess. Anyway, she said that there was no way she could get pregnant.

I didn't completely understand how it worked, but by then I wasn't going to argue. I couldn't wait to do it.

Elizabeth scooted forward until the base of my dick was right against her slit. She rubbed her hips back and forth a few times, and then she kind of rose and squatted over me, grabbing my cock in one hand and pointing the head of it right at her hole.

I had a perfect view, and it was incredible. Poking out of her hand, the head of my cock looked huge, and when she rubbed it across her slit there looked like there was no way it was gonna fit.

She told me again that she loved me, and said that she wanted to show me how much. She said nothing that we did out of love could be wrong.

Then she lowered herself onto me.

When my cock first pressed against her, it just slid away. It took two or three tries before she got it in just the right place. Then my dick slipped in between her pussy lips, and they got wider and wider apart until the whole head slipped in and the lips closed around my shaft and hugged it tight as she lowered herself all the way. She did it real slow, so it was two or three minutes before she was done and my cock was all the way inside her, with her pussy lips right against my balls.

There's nothing that can describe how that felt. It was the best thing in the world. Her pussy was all warm inside, and it was so tight I thought my cock could never move.

But then Elizabeth started to hump up and down on it. Pretty soon I started answering, humping my dick into her.

It felt so good I was sure I'd shoot my wad right away. But instead I just stayed hard, which was great because I didn't want this feeling to ever end. For a few minutes I just lay back and watched as Elizabeth's body bounced up and down, or I looked at the way her pussy lips stretched around my shaft and her juices oozed out and coated my cock. She had her eyes closed, but from the way she was moaning I know she liked what we were doing, too.

Then I stared at the way her breasts bobbed up and down. They looked so good I just had to grab them, and I caressed them and stroked my sister's sides. We kept it up like that for, I don't know, it must have been at least 15 or 20 minutes. Sometimes Elizabeth would bend down and kiss me, and I'd slide my hands down to her ass and pull her down onto me even harder.

She had another orgasm, and by this time I knew to just hold my cock steady until her tremors eased up.

When she slid off of my cock, it was still rock hard. Before I could get upset, though, she told me she didn't want to stop, just shift positions. This time she got on her back and had me kneel in between her legs.

Her cunt was so wet and slippery by then that my dick went in on the first try, right up to the hilt. I moved up so that it was completely buried in my sister's tight twat and started stroking it in and out.

In that position it was easier to kiss. I let my hands roam all over her while we pushed our tongues together, and I even made her jump a little when I put my tongue in her ear.

We kept fucking like that for at least another half-hour. Part of the time my cock was almost numb, we'd been humping so long. It even slipped out of Elizabeth's pussy completely one time. She kept humping up at the air while she grabbed at my cock and held it while I stuffed it back in.

By that time we were both so hot that I couldn't see straight and Elizabeth was pounding her fists on the mattress and calling out my name over and over again.

Finally she called out that she was gonna cum again and she wanted me to cum inside her. "Fill me up," she said. "Fuck me harder, Tommy! Fill my cunt!"

I'd never heard anyone in my family talk like that, and to hear those words coming from the mouth of my beautiful, sexy older sister while my cock was driving into her pussy was too much. I shouted out that I was cumming, too, and I did. This time it was like a bomb, with gobs and gobs spurting out of my shaft, and Elizabeth took it all inside her, and she came with me.

I lay on top of her for awhile, telling her how much I loved her and how good she'd made me feel. When my cock had shriveled all the way up, I rolled off and we just hugged for awhile.

By then the room was pretty steamy and you could smell our sex real strong. Elizabeth said we should open up the windows and let it air out a little while we took a shower. She meant the both of us!

I was sure I was through for the night, but when the warm water started spraying over us and trickling down my sister's naked body my cock sprang right back to life. Elizabeth saw it right away, and I could tell even she was surprised.

It was pretty awkward in the shower, but there was no way either one of us was gonna settle for just jacking off by then. Fucking was way too much better.

This time Elizabeth put her back against one of the shower walls and I got right up next to her. She wrapped her legs around my ass while I held her up, and it took some doing but we were able to get my dick into her cunt.

I was afraid to move much at first, and Elizabeth couldn't move her hips in or out, but she started wiggling from side to side and that felt pretty good, too. Eventually I got so horny I didn't care what happened and I just started bucking my hips, slamming my big old dick into her hot tunnel over and over and over. Our moans were echoing off the shower walls.

It was crazy, sliding around the shower while my cock was stuck right inside her, humping away. When I came my legs got so weak we almost fell, but Elizabeth manager to get her feet down in time to support us both.

By the time we dried off it was too late to do anything else even if we'd wanted to, not with the Maxwells coming home who knew when. So we just got into our night clothes and held each other and kissed and snuggled until we heard their car pull up. Then I snuck down into the living room and crawled onto the couch for the night.

Now that we know what fucking is like, I don't know how Elizabeth and I are going to get by with anything less, and being around each other at our house without being able to do it is driving me crazy. A friend of hers whose family is going out of town this weekend loaned Elizabeth her house keys, so we're hoping we can sneak away at least once. But after that, I don't know what we can do. Elizabeth said maybe we'll have to let somebody else in on our secret. I don't want to share her with anyone, but, maybe, if Susan was interested ...

Path: bull.hkstar.net!imci3!newsfeed.internetmci.com!csn!nntp-xfer-1.csn.net!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!fr582 From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mike23 Love Boat Mf Mf Mf Mf inc nc Date: 5 Jul 1996 20:00:49 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland OH (USA) Lines: 872 Message-ID: <4rjs9h$an6@madeline.INS.CWRU.Edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: owl.ins.cwru.edu

LOVE BOAT: Cum Aboard

By Uncle Mike

"Hey, no minors behind the bar," Isaac said. His dark face was stern, but Vicki could hear the teasing in his voice.

"It's OK, " she said, smiling up at him. "Dad ... I mean, Captain Stubing, said I could clean up back here. Actually, he ordered me to." She giggled as she backed away from the bar's overhang and stood up. "I wanted some spending money for when we reach the island, and he said I had to earn it."

Isaac smiled broadly. "Well, then, get to it, girl," he said, and walked back to the far end.

With a grimace, Vicki squatted down again and crawled under the bar, pushing her dust rag into the nooks and crevices.

She was concentrating on getting all the way into the tight corners of the narrow shelves, so she wasn't aware at first of the three girls who had climbed up on the high stools at that end of the gleaming wooden bar. It was only when one of them spoke Vicki's name that she lifted her head in surprise -- only to bang it on the bottom of the bar's top. She sank down, rubbing her head.

The girls must not have heard the thump over the clanging and banging of the calypso band nearby. They kept chatting, talking loud enough to be heard over the music even down where Vicki was.

"I know, she's just soooo dumb, isn't she? Like, really, who does she think she is? Walking around in that stoooopid uniform half the time? Like, I'm sure, she's, like, driving the boat, right?"

The shrill, whiny voice set Vicki's teeth on edge. As she struggled to decide between getting up to confront the girls or staying quiet to hear it all, another one chimed in.

"Like, for sure. And did you see what she was wearing yesterday? Like, gag me with a spoon! A one-piece! Like, nobody wears one-pieces except old ladies and fatties. Grosssss!"

Under the bar, Vicki looked down at herself. She had on a loose-fitting pullover and a pair of shorts, both in a riotous pastel pattern. She poked at her stomach. Maybe it wasn't as flat as some, but she was a long way from the plump kid she was when she first got on the boat three years ago -- or was it four now? Her musings were interrupted by more chatter from above.

"Like, you are soooo right! Can you buh-lieve she ac- chually tried to TALK to us? To US?" All three girls burst into laughter. "Like, we're going to waste our time talking to some fat baby who probably hasn't even done it, like, once? Like, come ON! She probably couldn't even get a guy to kiss her!"

"Like, yeah!," said another girl. "Like, she'd go, 'Oh, I love you, let's do it,' right? And he'd go, like, 'Grody to the max, babe!' "

With another burst of laughter, the girls finally got Isaac's attention, and he strode down to their end of the bar and poured a round of Diet Cokes.

As they left, he heard a snuffling sound from underneath the bar. He bent down and saw Vicki, sitting on the floor with her knees tucked up to her chin.

"Hey, what's wrong, girl?" He reached out a hand and helped her to her feet.

"Nothing," she said, gulping back a sob. Turning her back, she slipped through the doorway to the corridor. Isaac looked after her, puzzled. "What about the cleaning?" he called out.

"I'll finish it later," she shouted back to him as she scurried away.

It was much later, just after the bar closed for the night, that Vicki slipped back in. She was embarrassed about what had happened earlier, so she said nothing to Isaac, who had his back to her as he polished glasses and set them on the bar top. When a couple of wine glasses tinked together as she moved them aside to dust, however, he turned around.

"Vicki! I didn't hear you come in. How are you feeling?"

She mumbled a reply and kept on with her dusting, but Isaac had been a bartender too long to give up so easily. With gentle questions and subtle proddings, he worked her around into one of the bar stools and soon she was pouring out her heartache.

As Isaac knew, Vicki had first come aboard as a pudgy 12- year-old, happy and giggly but more of an ornament than a real part of the crew.

In time, she had become a cherished member of the boat's family, not just because she was the captain's daughter, but more because she had been a friend to so many others. And she had grown into young womanhood, losing her baby fat and blossoming into a comely maiden.

But, her sobs made clear, inside that shapely body remained the heart of a fat girl, forcing cheerfulness but always desperately afraid that people would stop liking her.

Probably spending so much time among the perfect bodies on display on a cruise ship hadn't helped, Isaac suggested. "You're a beautiful young girl," he told her, "really you are. OK, you're not as thin as some of these kids hanging around the pool, but so what? You look great just the way you are!"

Vicki blinked back a few tears as she looked across the bar at him. "Sure, you say so. But you're my friend. You have to say that. Just look at the way all the boys hang around all those girls at the pool. They don't hang around me that way."

"Maybe they're just too dumb to appreciate you," Isaac said, taking hold of her hands to grab her attention. "They're kids! At this age, all boys know is what they see on TV and in the movies. Give them a couple of years until they outgrow it. Then you'll see. It takes a mature man to appreciate what you have to offer."

Vicki laughed bitterly. "By the time they appreciate me, I'll be too old to care! Isaac, I haven't even had more than a few kisses, and most of those were just pecks. Every other girl my age who comes on this boat has had romances and, well (she ducked her head down) -- well, they've been around." She looked up suddenly, blushing deeply when she found herself staring directly into his eyes. "I mean -- I mean -- oh, Isaac, don't you understand? I'm a virgin and they all know it. I can feel their eyes when I walk by. They can see it, I just know it! And they laugh at me." Pulling her hands free, Vicki dropped her head to the bar top and sobbed uncontrollably.

Isaac came out from behind the bar and, taking hold of Vicki's shoulders, led her over to one of the bar's couches. He sat down beside her and rested her head on his broad shoulder, patting her back as her sobs slowly diminished.

Finally she got back her control and pulled back. The vinyl upholstery crackled slightly as she squirmed her way into the corner of the couch.

Isaac reached out a hand and tenderly raised her chin, bringing their eyes together.

"It's really important to you, isn't it?"

Vicki blinked in uncertainty, but then her lips slowly parted. "You mean -- yes, yes it is." She ducked her head and seemed to be on the verge of tears again.

"Well, if it's that important, then as your friend there's only one thing I can do," he said. Vicki raised her head and her mouth fell open in shock.

Isaac was unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his smooth, brown chest. He tossed the shirt aside and reached out to the young girl, who was paralyzed. Smoothly he undid the few buttons below her collar and pulled the shirt up. In a daze, Vicki lifted her arms and let him lift it free.

Bending toward her, Isaac pressed his lips to hers. His curly mustache tickled her face, but soon she was paying more attention to the hot tongue pushing its way between her lips. He pushed her back on the couch and she trembled as she felt his chest make contact with hers.

At last he broke the kiss. "Oh, Isaac," Vicki whispered.

He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Hush, girl. If we're doing anything you don't want, you just tell me. But if not, you just lay back and enjoy. I'll show you how much a real man appreciates a woman like you."

Vicki closed her mouth and lay back. Deftly, Isaac unhooked her bra and drew it away, exposing her small, firm breasts, capped by nipples quickly growing firmer. He drew first one, then the other into his mouth, nibbling and licking at them. Vicki began to writhe in delight.

Then Isaac moved lower, slipping her shorts and panties off and tossing them aside. Gently spreading her legs, he began to lick his way up her thighs. When at last his tongue reached her cunt, her tunnel was already hot and wet with her secretions. She let out a long, deep sigh as he spread her open with his hands and slid his tongue into her.

His attentions quickly had her gasping and bucking, but she knew she wanted more. Grabbing his shoulders, Vicki pulled Isaac up to her and kissed him deeply.

"I want you," she said, and her voice was deep and firm. "I want you, oh, God, I want you now!"

Without another word, Isaac got to his knees and pulled down his shorts. A long, thick black cock sprung free. Vicki stared at it, fascinated, as Isaac yanked his shorts down the rest of the way and kicked them off.

"Will you ... be gentle?" she said, as he moved forward and began to rub the head of what looked to her like an enormous dick against her pussy lips.

"Always, girl, always," he said, and moved it in. Her lips parted easily, but still she gasped again as the thick rod spread her apart. A quick thrust broke her maidenhead easily, and soon she was eagerly meeting his every thrust with one of her own.

Isaac propped himself on his strong arms as he plunged into her tunnel again and again. Vicki's young body twisted underneath him as she bucked her hips up, trying to take him in deeper and deeper on every thrust.

"You're no virgin, now, girl," Isaac grunted as he pounded away.

Vicki smiled, almost a grimace as his cock sent shock waves through her. "I'm glad it was you," she said, looking him straight in the eye. "I've always watched you at the bar. You knew that, didn't you? Your hot, black body, so strong and smooth. I think I wanted you from the first.

"And now I've got you!" She grabbed him and pulled his face to hers, plunging her tongue into his mouth in a lingering kiss. Her legs rose and it seemed that his cock buried even deeper into her.

"And I want all of you," she said as they broke their kiss. "I want all of your cock in me! I want you to fuck me harder! Please! Please, fuck me!"

The harsh words coming from Vicki's sweet mouth drove Isaac's passion higher and he began to slam into her. The couch was becoming slick with their sweat and juices and Vicki's body began to slide around under the pounding. At last Isaac pulled her up to him and sat back, his cock still plunged deep into her.

His hands massaged her small breasts as she rose and fell above him, wiggling a bit on each downstroke when she saw that it pleased him.

And then Isaac took hold of her around the waist and began to lift and lower her, faster and faster, until he bellowed out, "I'm coming, girl!"

"Yes, Isaac," Vicki shouted back to him, her lips only inches from his contorted face. "Cum in me! Fill me up! I want all of you! Oh, fuck, I want it all!"

Isaac's hot cum exploded out of him, jetting into her eager cunt and spilling out the sides.

As his cock began to shrink, Vicki continued to ride him. "Not yet," she urged him, "not yet! Please, I want more!"

Isaac lifted her off him as she protested. "I've got no more," he insisted, but Vicki eagerly grabbed for his cock, rubbing the slick rod desperately.

Even as Isaac tried to push her away, his cock began to stiffen again -- not much, but enough to make Vicki smile up at him smugly. "See? I think you've still got some left in you!"

Isaac sprawled back onto the couch, laughing. "OK, girl, maybe you're right," he said. "But you've got to help. Here, let me show you."

He pulled her hands away from his cock, motioning her to bend over it instead.

"Now purse your lips," he said, but Vicki opened her mouth wide instead.

"You want me to put that in my mouth?" she said, her eyes opening wide.

"I did it for you," he reminded her.

Vicki nodded and bent down. Under Isaac's instructions, she pursed her lips. Holding his cock in both hands, she slowly sucked the tip into her mouth. As he led her through it, she licked and sucked and stroked. His cock began to thicken under her ministrations, until she couldn't take it all into her mouth. Still she kept up a rhythm, her face bobbing up and down over Isaac's lap as her short brown hair formed a curtain around her busy mouth.

Then Isaac pulled her off and had her kneel facing the end of the couch. He crawled up behind her and inserted his now- stiff cock into her throbbing cunt again. Bending down, he began to massage her ripe breasts as his dick slid deep into her. Vicki's ass moved with him, forcing him into her to the hilt. The bristly patch of hair above his cock scraped against her butt cheeks as he drove his rod into her.

This time they came in unison. Isaac groaned deeply as another stream of cum burst out. Vicki was quieter but her body arched and writhed for several minutes until she collapsed to the couch, Isaac dropping on top of her and then rolling to one side.

The next morning, Vicki slipped away from the chores her father had assigned and dropped in on Isaac at the bar. She caught his eye as she walked past the stools and sat down on a couch -- their couch. A strong odor rose; she quickly recognized it as the industrial-strength cleanser Isaac kept behind the bar. She smiled.

It was a busy morning, so it was several minutes before Isaac could break away from the customers at the bar and come over to her. He had a worried look on his face.

He bent down to talk to her, but Vicki spoke first, keeping to a whisper. Isaac had to keep his ear close to hear her over the band, and she playfully licked him. He jumped back, rubbing his ear and then quickly pulling his hand away and looking around quickly. No one else seemed to notice. He moved back, but kept a safe distance from Vicki's mouth.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, frowning as she saw his long face. "I just couldn't help myself. Look, I ..."

Isaac broke in, speaking quickly as he noticed one of the customers at the bar turn around and wave an empty glass at him. "I can't talk long. But I'm glad you came in. There's something I need to tell you. I ..."

This time Vicki interrupted. "I know what it is. You want to tell me that it was a one-time thing and you don't want to have an affair with me. Hey, that's OK, Isaac. I understand." Even as she spoke, Isaac could see her blinking back a tear. Over his shoulder, he heard a shout from the bar.

"OK, OK, I'm coming," he called, but turned back to Vicki. She was smiling mysteriously, and suddenly Isaac realized what he'd said. He smiled briefly, then set his face in a serious pose. "This is serious. We'll talk about that -- that other thing later. But I wanted to tell you to get down to the Doc. Now that you're, uh, experienced, he should be giving you something. You know."

Vicki's eyes glistened. "The Pill?" Her voice cracked. "Isaac, does that mean ... ?"

"Not now," he said. "We'll talk later. Sorry. Gotta go."

Vicki had to run off, too; she knew Captain Stubing would be coming around soon to see how she was doing. Her chores kept her occupied most of the day, but late in the afternoon she finished and made her way down to the doctor's office.

Doctor Adam Bricker was the ladies' man of the boat. He always seemed to be romancing several passengers at once, and he certainly had the stereotypical "girl in every port." Vicki smiled to herself as she realized that she now fully understood the joke some of the crew used about him -- that Doc was so smooth he actually had a port in every girl.

As usual, Doc was dressed in a crisp white uniform. He leaning back in a chair behind his desk as she walked in.

It was very unusual for Vicki to visit the doctor's office, and Doc quickly became serious and grilled her: Headache? Throat? Stomach? No, no, no, she answered, but she couldn't get another word in. He continued to toss questions at her as he came around the desk and put a hand to her forehead, then picked up his stethoscope from the desk and inserted the plugs in his ears.

Seizing the moment, Vicki grabbed the business end of the stethoscope and held it up to her mouth. "I'm fine," she said -- not really a shout, but loud enough with the stethoscope's amplification to set Doc's ears ringing. At least it got his attention.

As he sat back on the edge of the desk and shook his head from side to side, Vicki quickly went on. "I'm fine, Doc, really I am. I just need some help. With a woman thing." She smiled shyly. "Could we talk about this in the examining room?"

Doc's forehead furrowed, but he followed her into the next room and closed the door behind them. By the time he turned around, Vicki had shucked off her clothes and was on the examining table, her feet in the stirrups.

"I think I could use a little checkup," she said. At first she wasn't sure if her words had penetrated. Doc was standing stock still, staring at her open vagina.

Vicki had another doctor on shore, and while she'd gone to Doc for minor cuts and such, she'd never had a physical from him. Her cheeks dimpled in a smile as she noticed that he was even blushing slightly.

It took several seconds, but finally he moved forward and began the examination. A short, sharp exclamation made it clear when he discovered her newly non-virginal state.

Vicki had been afraid he'd make a scene then, or even threaten to tell her dad. But Doc must have realized something like this was up when she got on the table, and he continued his examination carefully. When it was all over, he told her she could put her clothes back on, and he went over to one corner of the room and sat on a stool near a long shelf that served as a desk.

Vicki slipped on her blouse, but she'd been careful to choose one that buttoned all the way up the front and she didn't button a single button. It hung open, exposing the sides of her pert breasts, as she slipped her short skirt up. She sat up on the table facing the doctor. As they talked, she slowly spread her legs. She hadn't put her panties back on, instead twirling them casually on one finger.

Carefully looking down at his clipboard, Doc told her she was fine, no sign of any disease. Did she think she might be pregnant?

Vicki giggled and said she didn't think so.

"It can happen from just one -- um, just once," Doc stammered. He kept his face down, but Vicki could see his ears grow bright red. "That is ..."

"Well, actually, it was twice," Vicki said. Doc looked up at her, his eyebrows rising, and then quickly looked down again. Vicki went on. "But that's sort of why I'm here, Doc. I thought maybe it was time I went on the Pill. What do you think?"

"Well --" Doc cleared his throat. "If you plan to be sexually active, then, yes, I suppose -- don't you think you should be talking to your father about this, first? I mean --" he lifted his head to look at her again and found himself staring right down her skirt. His head darted from side to side, carefully avoiding her. "I mean, you don't have to, you know, I'll prescribe it for you anyway, but I think that something like this..."

"I think I'm ready," Vicki said as she slid off the table and began to walk toward the doctor. "And I do plan to be sexually active."

At the last word, she reached out and cupped a hand on Doc's crotch. His cock was thick and hard; she could feel it pressing against the light material of his slacks.

He pulled back and slid off the stool away from her. His hands felt behind him for the wall as he stepped back and began to circle the room while Vicki stalked him.

"Now, Vicki, I'm a doctor," he said, waving a finger at her.

"Mmmm, I know," she cooed. "So why don't you play doctor with me, doctor?" Vicki let her blouse fall to the floor. Try as he might, Doc couldn't stop staring at her breasts -- small, but firm, perfectly shaped, the nipples sticking straight out. They swayed slightly as she advanced on him.

Still Doc kept backing away. "I'm too old for you," he tried, halfheartedly.

Vicki undid the last two buttons on the side of her skirt and it fell away, exposing the small tuft of hair and the pink, tender tissue of her slit.

"I think I've always wanted you," she said, "from the very first. The handsome doctor, so suave. Every woman wants you, you know it. And I'm a woman now. Don't you think?"

Doc gulped as he backed himself into a corner. He tried to speak but his mouth was too dry. While he only watched, Vicki knelt before him.

"I think someone wants to come out and play," she said, unzipping his trousers and undoing the belt. She slid down the slacks and his bikini briefs, freeing his long cock.

"Vicki," he said at last, swallowing hard. "I don't think we should be doing this."

"I do," she said, as she lowered her mouth over his cock.

Using what Isaac had taught her, Vicki began to suck Doc's rod, cradling his balls, licking the shaft. Doc's breathing grew louder and more labored as the young girl expertly deep throated him. He was a little smaller than Isaac, enough for her to take him almost all the way. Doc groaned as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of Vicki's throat while her lips pressed into his shaft.

Without even realizing it, he had brought his hands to the sides of her head and he began to urge her on, pressing her onto him as he bucked back at her. He seemed shocked by his own actions as he looked down, but the pleasures of her blow job broke down his last defenses.

"That's it," he said at last. "That's it, suck it, Vicki. Take it all in. God, where did you learn that? Oh, my God, that's great!"

It wasn't long before he felt cum begin to boil up. "Not yet," he moaned, and he pushed her away. Vicki rose and pressed her sweaty body to his as he tore off his shirt. They locked in a long, deep kiss, Doc's hands hungrily roaming her lithe body.

Still embracing, they made their way back to the examining table. Doc helped her onto it and fiddled with the controls, bringing it down until the top was at the level of his crotch.

Then he pulled Vicki toward him, grabbing her thighs and spreading her wide. The tip of his cock teased her cunt lips, sliding up and down while she bucked eagerly up at him. Finally he eased it into her, but stopped just as the widest part of the helmet slipped past her slick labia. Vicki was writhing and groaning on the table, begging him to go in deeper. He did, but only for a second, then slid his cock out again and once more teased at the entrance to her tunnel.

For almost an hour he tantalized and exhilarated her, alternating between slow, lingering strokes and hard, savage pounding, pulling almost out or holding himself deep within her. Again and again his technique drove her into thrashing, wild orgasms. Doc himself came in her, but instead of pulling out he held his shrinking cock inside her hot, throbbing cunt and soon she could feel it grow again.

"I bet your first fuck wasn't like this, was it?" he growled, lost in passion.

"No," she said, "no, oh, God, no! Harder! Harder! Keep it going, please!"

"I'll keep it going," Doc whispered, leaning over her as his hands mauled her young tits. "I'm going to give you the best fuck you'll ever have. I'm going to fill that tender cunt of yours with more cum than it can hold. I'll teach you to let someone else get your cherry!"

It was hard to tell if he was serious or just talking dirty, but Vicki didn't care. Her legs were wrapped around Doc's waist, but she wasn't sure what was keeping them there; she couldn't feel anything but the incredible sensations of her cunt and a blazing heat that seemed to pulse through her soul.

When she was beginning to feel she could take no more, she suddenly sensed Doc's cock growing even larger within her, straining the tight walls of her cunt. All at once a blast of hot cum surged into her, launching her own orgasm. It seemed that every muscle tightened and then sprung loose, over and over, over and over.

When it was done, Doc became all business again. He slipped back into his clothes -- now rumpled and wrinkled -- and wrote out a prescription for the Pill, giving her a first month's supply from the oval cases he kept on board. "Now, these won't really protect you from -- you know -- until you've been taking them a couple of months," he said quickly. "You'll have to be careful." Doc couldn't look her in the eye while he said it.

The examining room was steamy and musky from their lovemaking. Vicki breathed deeply before she left, trotting off to shower and change before dinner.

They say that on a ship there are no secrets, and Vicki wondered if that was really true. It seemed that all the men of the crew -- except her father, of course -- were looking at her differently as she went about her business the next several days.

Isaac and Doc were gentlemen, she reassured herself; surely they wouldn't tell -- but then she'd turn around suddenly and see a mechanic eying her, licking his lips.

To tell the truth, she enjoyed the attention. It wasn't long before she began to feel a hunger inside.

But Doc had said she might get pregnant if she did it so soon, and they hadn't talked about things like condoms in her school, so she determined to avoid sex until she was safe. That made things tough -- for example, she found it hard to explain things to Isaac, so she just tried to avoid him, and he grew cold toward her. Still, she told herself, she could patch things up when she was ready.

Then, one night, on her way to her cabin, she met Gopher, the steward, coming the other way. It was a tight squeeze in the narrow corridors, so that two people had to turn sideways to pass each other. It wasn't all that tight a squeeze, but as Gopher backed past her she turned toward the wall and pressed her ass against him. To her delight, she felt a hard cock pressing back against her. Vicki wiggled her teen-aged butt.

Gopher certainly wasn't her idea of a matinee idol, short and boyish, but she thought it was safe to get a little fun as they passed. Gopher had heard the rumors, though, and it was apparent he had other ideas.

Quickly he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. His hands rubbed against her tits, loosely confined by her blouse -- she'd stopped wearing her bra -- as his cock dug into the furrow of her ass. His tongue sizzled along her neck.

Locked together, he forced her to her cabin and slipped inside. Pressing her down onto the bed, he ripped off her skirt as his other hand fumbled at his trousers.

When they were off he tore off Vicki's blouse and lay down atop her. His stiff cock rode up and down her butt crack.

"No!" Vicki begged. "Please, I don't want to have a baby! Please, Gopher, no!" She twisted beneath him but Gopher pinned her to the bed. When the head of his cock brushed against her pussy lips she was jolted into even more violent movements and the steward was almost tossed aside.

"OK, you win," he said at last, and Vicki relaxed. But he didn't get off her. Instead he inserted a finger, and then two, into her wet cunt. He wedged his hand beneath her and finger- fucked her to her usual thrashing orgasm.

"Now it's my turn," Gopher said. Before Vicki could figure out what he was talking about, Gopher pulled out his fingers, wet with her juices, and lubricated his cock. Then he slowly slipped a slick finger into her anus.

Vicki's eyes grew wide but her protests were muffled by the pillow her face was buried in. She tried to rise up on her hands but Gopher pressed her down and brought the tip of his cock to her asshole. "You're gonna love this," he said roughly as he pushed in, slowly. Vicki could only murmur in shock as her hole spread apart under the pressure until he was in, and then going deeper.

Soon she was used to the sensation and began to move in synch with Gopher's frantic plunging. It wasn't long before she heard his breathing grow short, and then, "I'm gonna cummmmmmmm!" he shouted as he shot his wad into her.

After Gopher got her, Vicki was extra careful to avoid the men on board, spending most of her time hanging around with Julie, the cruise director. Every few weeks, however, she would check in with a doctor -- an on-shore doctor, of course -- and eventually she was told the Pill should be working fully.

But, to her dismay, by that time Isaac had given up on her and found other interests -- specifically, one of the women in the calypso band. Vicki was crushed, even more so when she found that Doc had lost interest even more quickly.

Julie was still eager to pal around with her, but Vicki wanted something Julie couldn't give her. Instead of even doing her regular work, Vicki spent her time moping in her cabin, until her Dad called her into his office for a stern talk.

He was, of course, dressed perfectly. His creases might not be as sharp as Doc's, but the Captain was still very proud of his uniform, mindful of all the years he'd worked to earn it.

Vicki, on the other hand, had stopped paying much attention to her clothes. When the summons came, she'd just thrown an old T-shirt on and slipped into the closest pair of shorts. The shirt was about a size too small for her growing breasts, and they were outlined clearly through the thin material. And the shorts were ragged and torn, and rode up so high they were almost like a pair of bikini bottoms.

Topping it off -- or, rather, bottoming it -- Vicki hadn't been able to find the mates to either the one brown sandal she unearthed from her bed covers or the blue sneaker she found in the hamper. Instead, she teetered into Captain Stubing's office in a pair of white high heels she'd discovered in the bottom of her closet.

At first, the captain was unforgiving, berating the young girl for slacking off, forcing other people to take over her duties. But the sight of tears glistening on her cheeks softened his heart.

"What -- what is it, Vicki? What's wrong? Why have you been so down?" As he spoke, the captain came out from behind the desk and put her head on his shoulder.

"I -- I..." Vicki sniffed into his sleeve. "Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me. I'm just going to be an old maid!" She held onto her father as sobs wracked her body.

"Vicki, don't be silly." The captain was clearly unused to dealing with sobbing crew members, especially young ones with firm, lush bodies. He awkwardly patted Vicki's back, then held her stiffly. "You're a beautiful young girl. I don't know what's happened to upset you so much, but I'm sure it will all blow over. These things always do. You'll find someone soon and forget you ever felt so bad."

Vicki sniffed and looked up. "Do you -- do you really think so?"

"I'm sure of it," her father said, begin to smile now that it looked like he'd actually made her feel better. "I'm sure of it. And remember, no matter what anyone else thinks, I'll always love you. You'll always have me."

With that, he bent down and kissed her forehead. Vicki squealed and threw her hands around his neck, giving him a kiss square on the lips. Then she pressed her tongue between her father's lips.

The captain jumped back, barking his shin on the desk.

"Vicki, what -- what -- no!" He was wide-eyed.

"Oh, but, Dad, you said," Vicki explained as she moved toward him. Backed up against the desk, he had nowhere to run.

"I said? I said what?"

"That you love me. You'll always love me. I love you too, Dad. I always have, from the very first. Please, let me show you how much!"

Again she threw her arms around him and kissed him soundly. He tried to get away and ended up lying flat on the desk, his daughter's body pressed against his.

With a desperate twist, he spun out from underneath, tumbling to the floor on one side of the desk as Vicki fell off on the other side.

After assuring himself that she was all right, the captain retreated to an overstuffed chair against the wall.

Vicki shook herself and got to her feet. She took a few cautious steps toward him.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

He could hear the hurt in her voice. Patiently, he explained it to her. "I love you, Vicki, really I do. But like a father. That's not the same as the -- the other kind of love.

"And even if it were, Vicki, don't you know you don't have to give yourself to a man just to show that you love him?"

As he spoke, Vicki's faced hung lower and lower. She scrunched up her mouth and looked at her father from underneath hooded eyebrows. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's just -- just -- oh, I don't know. I'm sorry, Dad."

Again she burst into tears. The captain motioned her forward and she sat on the arm of the chair; he took her in his arms, a fatherly embrace. "There, there," he said, rubbing her back. "Don't worry about it. You're young, you didn't know what you were doing. We'll just forget this ever happened."

Absentmindedly he continued caressing her back. The too- small T-shirt rode up and his hand began to roam over her skin. It slid down, under the top of her shorts and onto her round buttocks.

The room was quiet.

While one of the captain's hands rubbed Vicki's back, the other slipped around her side and made contact with her breast. A low moan escaped the young girl's lips.

Slowly she slipped off the arm of the chair and onto her father's lap. Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss, their tongues touching.

Vicki broke the kiss. "But," she whispered, "you said we shouldn't. We couldn't!" Even as she spoke, her fingers were unbuttoning his shirt.

"We -- we will," he answered huskily, pushing the T-shirt up and exposing her tender breasts.

Vicki straddled him in the chair. A dark, wet spot was forming on the front of her shorts as she wiggled her ass on her father's lap. His cock tented in his slacks, straining hard against the material.

Soon his shirt was off and Vicki had tossed aside her top. She rubbed her erect nipples on her father's hairy chest. His hands hungrily grabbed at her ass as they kissed and licked each other.

"I love you, Vicki," the captain told his daughter. "And, yes, I'm going to show you how much!"

"Show me, Daddy," she begged him. "Fuck me! Fuck my tight little pussy like a father should!"

They had tumbled to the floor, both struggling out of the rest of their clothes. Captain Stubing crawled forward, pointing his hard cock at the entrance to his daughter's hot, wet cunt. Vicki reached up and pulled him down onto her as the rod slipped easily into her and drove deep into her tunnel.

"Yes, I'll fuck you, Vicki!" The captain shouted his love as he plunged his cock into her young cunt again and again while the girl bucked back up at him.

"Do it, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Slam it into me! I want it all, I want it all!"

As the captain continued to pound away, Vicki lifted her legs to bring him in further, then brought her feet down on his ass, pressing down to urge him in deeper and deeper.

Juices poured out of her cunt as she writhed. Suddenly her body stiffened underneath him and she was off into a screeching orgasm. "Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Oh Goddddd that good! Daddy, daddy, daddy YESSSSSS!"

Even as she was recovering the captain continued to plunge his cock into her tender pussy. The strain of supporting himself on his elbows on the hard floor made him slip a bit, and he winced as he hit his funny bone.

Vicki eased him up and led him back to the easy chair, sitting him down and then squatting above him.

She reached down and held his cock straight up as she slowly lowered herself, impaling her cunt on his stiff rod. Now she took over, controlling the tempo as she mashed herself onto her father's cock.

On and on they went until at last Captain Stubing began to mumble. "I'm gonna -- this is it -- I'm gonna -- AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Wads of cum blasted out of his cock and shot into his daughter's cunt, pulsing through his dick in wave after wave.

"You really love me, don't you," Vicki purred as she lay curled up next to him afterward in the slippery wet chair.

"Yes, I do, my darling daughter," he said.

"Mmmm, that's wonderful," she said, drifting off to sleep. "This really is the Love Boat, after all."

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THREE'S COMPANY: ... All Cats Are Gray

By Uncle Mike

Jack fumbled with his packages, juggling them from arm to arm as he searched for his key. He'd put it away just a few minutes ago, when he'd left the apartment. Now where was it? Ah, there it was, in his jacket. He tugged, but the key ring was snagged on something. He pulled again. Oh, great, now his hand was caught, too. He reached over with his other hand -- and remembered, just a split second too late, that he was juggling four packages his roommate Chrissy had wanted him to mail and a bag with two skirts his other roommate, Janet, had given him to drop off at the cleaner's. The whole pile fell to the floor and the bag with the skirts flew open, sending them flying down the stairs. Jack turned just in time to see a bright red skirt land right on the face of Mr. Furley, their landlord.

Furley, a skinny, wheezy-voiced old man, flung the skirt away and looked up. When he saw Jack, his face contorted even more. "Can't you keep your laundry out of other people's faces?" he demanded. Jack started to reply, then caught himself. "Well, it's tougher when you have to keep two separate supplies," he lisped. Jack and his roommates needed each other to afford the apartment, but Furley wouldn't allow men and women to room together. To keep up appearances, Jack pretended to be gay, at least when Furley was around. He skipped down the stairs and retrieved the skirt, shaking his behind in Furley's face, which grew redder by the second. Furley stood there a minute, then turned around and walked away, mumbling to himself.

Jack gather up all his packages -- remembering to get his key out first -- and walked back to the apartment door. He was mumbling a little, too. He'd walked all the way to his car and even driven a few blocks before he'd remembered that the whole purpose of the trip in the first place was to get some gas, and he'd forgotten his wallet. Then he had to take the packages up because the passenger door's lock was broken and he knew Janet would kill him if someone stole her skirts and, well, the day just wasn't going well.

As he was thinking all that, he fit the key in the lock and pushed open the door. He put the packages down on a nearby table and was about to call out to Janet when he heard her shouting from the bedroom: "No, no, no! Don't ..."

Jack didn't wait to hear any more. He ran across the room and launched himself full-tilt at the bedroom door. Unfortunately it had already been slightly ajar and his momentum carried him through the door, across the bedroom and right onto the bed -- on top of a very naked Janet, who was sitting on top of a guy whose pants were down around his ankles. The memory of Janet's shout still strong, Jack quickly bounced up and pushed her aside. He grabbed the other man, yanking him off the bed. Jack stepped back and reared back to punch when he looked up ... and kept looking up ... Geez, this guy was huge. He was easily six inches taller than Jack, and he had muscles where Jack didn't even have skin. Jack pulled back, and spoke. "You..." he stopped; his voice had come out as more of a squeak. He took a breath, and this time he spoke in a deep voice that he hoped sounded more macho. "You better get out, mister. And stay out!"

The guy was steaming mad. He didn't look like he had any intention of leaving. He took a step toward Jack, measuring his first punch ... and fell flat on his face, his legs tangled up in his pants. After a few seconds, the guy came to, and saw Jack standing over him. "Yeah, " Jack said, "and there's more where that came from, if you don't get out of here right now!" The other man shook himself, grabbed up his pants, and stumbled out with Jack right behind him, watching to make sure the guy left the apartment. Then Jack locked the door -- and put on the deadbolt, too, just to make sure.

"Jack!" He jumped, startled, and turned around. Oh, it was only Janet.

But, it was Janet like he'd never seen her before. Absolutely stark naked, except for a pair of stiletto-heeled black pumps. His eyes moved up from the pumps, up a fantastic pair of legs, to the swell of her hips, a thick, bushy black patch of hair (he paused a bit there), then up past a firm, smooth stomach to a set of cassaba-melon-sized tits, round ones with big brown circles and nipples as thick as pencils. And up to her face, framed in a halo of curly black hair, a curving chin, pouty full lips ... Lips that were saying something. What was it? Jack shook himself and listened.

"... do you think you get off storming in on me? Or is that how you DO get off?" Her tits bounced as she spoke, and Jack was getting hypnotized watching her nipples go up and down. Then she crossed her hands across her chest, breaking the spell. He looked up at her face again. Her lips were drawn thin.

"Well," she said. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I, uh, I, uh, gee, Janet, you really have a great pair of -- I mean -- he, that guy, he was, wasn't he?"

"He was what?"

"Raping you. Wasn't he?"

"Raping me? You idiot! He wasn't raping me! Didn't you happen to notice I was totally nude? I..."

"Well, sure, Janet," Jack broke in. "I can see -- could see, that you're naked. I noticed that, yeah."

"Well, then why in the heck would you think I was getting raped? That guy was my date! He was the best hunk I've had in months -- or he would have been, if you'd given me a chance to have him! What kind of rapist gets invited into my bedroom? What kind of rapist has me fold all my clothes up neatly and put them on the dresser? What kind of rapist has me on top?"

"But, Janet, I heard you!"

"You heard me? What did you hear?"

"I heard you saying 'no, no, don't!'"

"I was saying 'no, don't cum,' Jack. The guy was gonna cum and I wasn't done yet. That's the problem with younger guys: they're strong but they're too damn fast."

Jack blushed. "I'm sorry, Janet," he stammered out. "I didn't -- you were -- uh, I gotta go."

Janet reached out and grabbed his arm. "Not so fast," she said, tugging him toward the bedroom. "That stud got me good and horny, and I'm not gonna spend another morning frigging myself if I don't have to. Come on."

Jack was stunned. Ever since he and the girls had been together he'd waited for a moment like this, but he'd always figured he'd be the aggressive one. He didn't know quite what to do.

But that was OK, because Janet seemed to know. She pulled Jack over to the bed and quickly stripped off his pullover shirt, then undid his belt and zipper and slipped his pants down, pulling his briefs down with them. His cock sprung free and wiggled in front of her face, rock hard and sticking straight out. She eyed it for a second, but then said "Oh, no, I'm not gonna make this mistake again."

Damn, Jack thought, we're not gonna do it after all. But Janet wasn't quitting; she just reached down and tugged on his pants. "Come on," she said, "step out of them. I'm not gonna have you get knocked out just when I need you." She tossed aside the slacks and yanked off his shoes and socks. "Ah, now where was I?"

Jack stared down in amazement as she pursed her lips and slipped them over his swollen cockhead. She was really squeezing; it was like an incredibly tight pussy. The girl he thought was frigid was an expert cocksucker. Slowly she bobbed her head back and forth, each time taking a little bit more of his eight inches down her throat. Her hands were clenching his butt, pushing him into her face. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat; he'd never felt anything so good. Every time she pulled back, she kept her lips squeezed tight around his shaft, then slowly pulled back a bit more and let the head pop out before plunging back down on it.

He reached down and grabbed a tit in each hand. He'd never thought of Janet as particularly well-endowed, but these were more than a handful each. And just the right feel, too, he thought, firm but not hard. He rubbed the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, feeling the warmth of her body.

Janet kept sucking his cock, stopping every now and then to lick up and down the bottom of the shaft and take one of his balls into her mouth. When Jack began to groan, she picked up the tempo. With her right hand she encircled the base of his shaft and began stroking the shaft while her lips moved back and forth on the head and her tongue flicked at the very tip. Jack didn't want to stop but he couldn't hold back any more. With a loud, primal shout he let loose a flood of cum, boiling out of his balls. Janet swallowed the first load and then pulled back, letting the rest of the cum splatter all over her face and tits.

Just looking down at her cum-smeared face was enough to get Jack hard again, but Janet saw the look in his face and shook her head. A little bead of gooey spunk on the tip of her nose flew off.

"Not so fast, buddy," she said. "We've got other things to do."

She slid back on the bed, her tits flattening out as they slid to the sides. She looked at Jack between her twin mountains and pointed a finger at her pussy. "Eat at the Y, Jack," she ordered.

Jack was happy to oblige. He began kissing the insides of her thighs, soft butterfly kisses up and down until goosebumps rose all over her. Then he began to gently caress her whole crotch, running his hands back and forth while he licked her smooth, taut belly. As her knees rose up to trap him, he pushed forward, nuzzling her tits like they were ice cream. He licked each one from base to nipple in a spiral, then took the whole aureole into his mouth and sucked while his tongue flicked back and forth. Janet pushed him back down. "I said eat me, dammit," she hissed.

Jack plunged his tongue into her all at once. Her back arched up. "Yeah! Yeah, that's it! Stick that tongue in me!" He licked and sucked away, each hand grabbing one of her butt cheeks to press her closer to him. She swayed back and forth, grabbing a pillow and yanking it over her head to smother her screams. Jack snuck one hand back to her asshole and slipped a finger in just as he shoved his tongue all the way into her cunt. Janet threw the pillow across the room and let out a bellow. "Yeah, baby! Yeah! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna... I'm... Aieeeeee!" Jack held on tightly as her ass shook with waves of grinding contractions before she finally shuddered to a stop.

Before she could catch her breath, he leaped forward and shoved his cock into her red, swollen pussy. He fucked her like a piston, slamming in and out, her pussy fluids flying out with every jab. She started to protest, but he covered her mouth with his. With one arm holding him up, he used the other hand to maul her tits, smearing her sweat over them. They began to bounce up and down, flying off the bed before he'd impale her to it with a downward thrust. He broke their kiss to let out a loud shout of passion, his cries mixing with Janet's breathless urgings. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oooh, I want it all! Deeper! Deeper!"

Finally Jack could hold back no longer. He shot his wad deep into her cunt and collapsed atop her. She humped back frantically, still moments from orgasm. At last she pushed him off and jammed three fingers into her pussy, in and out until she shook all over and fell back.

After that day, Jack's relationship with Janet changed in marvelous ways. Before, he had always been the pursuer, trying to steal a kiss. Now, she was at least as aggressive, and it wasn't kisses she was after. They fucked in every room of the apartment, on every piece of furniture. Whenever they were watching TV together and their roommate, Chrissy, went to the bathroom, Jack would dive over to jam a couple of fingers into Janet's pussy while she whipped out his cock and bent down to suck on it. Jack asked Janet once whether she thought they should let Chrissy in on their lovemaking -- it was her apartment, too, after all, didn't she have a right to know what was going on? "Who, Chrissy 'Pure as the driven' Snow? No way," Janet said. "A minister's daughter? She'd have a shit fit." When Jack was making dinner, Janet would volunteer to help, going into the kitchen and jacking him off underneath his apron while he stirred and chopped. He almost lost a couple of fingers that way, once.

They fucked missionary style, with Janet on top, on a chair, doggie style, standing up in the shower, they did 69s, they even tried swinging from the light in the bedroom but it was no chandelier and Janet almost burned her butt.

The only thing they didn't do, despite all of Jack's begging, was up the ass. Janet refused to let Jack put his cock anywhere near her butthole. In fact, she was still a little peeved about the way he'd snuck a finger in there the first time he sucked her. Although she still let him do that from time to time, she said she drew the line at cocks.

Jack figured he could live with that, as long as he could stick his cock anywhere else he wanted, just about anytime. He was so hot for Janet that he got a hard-on just looking at her. She didn't help matters by rubbing up against him whenever Chrissy wasn't looking. A couple of times Chrissy looked at Jack funny when he curled up into a ball on the couch to hide the tentpole in his trousers, but mostly she seemed oblivious to what was going on.

Then came one night in late August. Some friends of theirs in the apartment building next door had invited Jack and the girls over for a pool party. Janet and Chrissy had already changed into almost identical white bikinis. The only difference was that Chrissy's small top barely contained her huge tits; they looked ready to pop free at any second. Janet, although she was the smaller of the two, had a bigger top that seemed to make her tits disappear. Jack knew better, of course.

Watching the girls walk around the apartment almost naked, their butts wiggling as they gathered up stuff for the party, gave Jack his usual hard-on -- even harder to conceal than usual, given his skimpy Speedo suit. He walked around with a bag of potato chips clutched in front of him, trying to avoid Chrissy's gaze. Life with the two women was great anytime, but now -- he snuck another peek at Chrissy's long legs, her curvy body, those tits, that long mane of blond hair. And Janet -- just looking at her dark curls bouncing made him think of the sight of her squatting on his cock, bouncing up and down like a kid on a trampoline.

He caught a look in her eye and knew she was thinking about the same kind of thing. It wasn't hard to figure out; she was almost always thinking about that kind of thing. Jack suggested that Chrissy go on ahead to the party while he and Janet whipped up something else for a snack.

"What, Jack?" Chrissy wanted to know. "We've already got a whole picnic basket full. Here, give me those chips."

"No!" he flipped them out of her reach. "We have to make... uh ... What were we gonna make, Janet?"

Janet looked at him sharply. "Uh, we were gonna make..."

"Pizza," Jack shot out.

"Tacos," Janet shouted at the same instant.

"That's right, tacos," Jack quickly added.

"Yeah, pizza," Janet said as well.

Chrissy looked at them blankly.

"Uh, we're gonna make pizza tacos," Jack said. "With pepperoni."

"Oh, OK," Chrissy said. "But no anchovies, huh?"

As soon as she was gone, Jack grabbed Janet and they locked in a deep kiss. "Wait," she said, breaking away. "We have to get something cooking."

"I'm cooking, baby," Jack cooed. "With gas."

"No, Jack, come on. Let's just put something in the oven so we don't show up at the party empty-handed. We can think up an explanation for Chrissy about why we didn't bring 'pizza tacos' later."

Grumbling, Jack went into the kitchen. After some frantic slamming of doors and banging of drawers, he found enough stuff to put together a simple casserole. He threw everything into the oven and set it for 30 minutes at 350 degrees. "That ought to be enough time," he said to himself. "And I ought to get hotter than that."

He rushed back to the living room and leaped onto the couch where Janet was sitting. Their tongues met in a passionate kiss and he began to slip a hand down her bikini bottom when the lights went out. "Wow, Jack," Janet said. "I knew you could kiss, but now you've blinded me!" Jack got up abruptly. "Hey, where are you going?" she wailed. "I was only kidding. Come on. We don't need lights. What we're gonna do, we can do just as well in the dark. I think you know how to find your way around my pussy by now."

"Yeah, but my casserole will be a disaster," Jack said. His desire to be a chef sometimes came out at the oddest moments. "Look, I think I can save this thing if I take the croutons and the onions out until the power comes back. And see if you can find a flashlight or something. Those damn croutons are small. Try the bedroom -- I think I saw one in there the last time I was cleaning. It must be around somewhere."

Almost as soon as he swung into the kitchen, the front door opened and Janet saw a familiar silhouette. "Chrissy! What are you doing back here?"

"It's a little chilly around the pool," Chrissy explained. "I thought I'd pick up a shawl. Hey, why are the lights out in here?"

"The power went out, Chrissy. Come on, help me find a flashlight. Jack said there might be one in our bedroom."

"Can't we look in the living room first?"

"Why, Chrissy? I'm sure we didn't leave one here."

"No, but the light's better here -- I can leave the door open, see?"

Janet stared at her roommate, silhouetted in the bright glow of the hall light. "Chrissy," she said slowly, "the light's still on in the hallway."

"Well, duh, of course it is. If the light wasn't on, you couldn't see to walk around out there at night. Gee, and they say I'm dumb."

"But, Chrissy, if the light's still on out there -- it must just be one of the fuses again. Darn that cheap old Mr. Furley. Look, I'll go down to the basement and see if that's what it is. I might still need that flashlight, so you go look. In the bedroom, Chrissy."

Janet left to check on the fuse box and Chrissy disappeared into the bedroom just as Jack was coming out of the kitchen, a lighted candle in his hand. "I took care of it, Janet," he called out softly. "Janet? Janet?" He looked around the room, scaring himself once when he saw his own flickering reflection in a mirror. Then he noticed the bedroom door ajar and remembered about the flashlight.

As he walked into the bedroom, he looked around but couldn't see Janet there, either. He was about to call out when he felt something touch his foot. He looked down. Sticking out from underneath Janet's bed were a beautiful set of legs that led up to a white bikini bottom. Jack didn't have to think twice. He puffed out the candle (murmuring something about burning at both ends) and put it down.

Wiggling out of his Speedo, he dropped to his knees and pulled the bikini bottom off. He took a leg in each hand and pulled back just enough to put his cock at the entrance to the puckered hole between two perfectly round butt cheeks. He yanked open the top drawer of Janet's nightstand and pulled out the jar of Vaseline he knew she kept there, slathering some over his stiff cock and then using a finger to spread some over the asshole and inside.

Slowly, he began to ease his prick head into the target. It was a very tight squeeze, and the way the butt was wriggling around didn't help. He spanked it several times. "Calm down, dammit," he said. "I've wanted this for too long and I'm gonna get it. Christ, you've given me everything else." Grasping her hips, he pushed harder. The tight ring gave way and he began to slide inside. Finally he was all the way in, and he began to move his hips back and forth. He heard some muffled moaning from under the bed, but he wasn't going to stop now. In and out, he took long strokes. He reached around underneath and shoved a finger into her twat, too, twiddling her clit. He was just about building up steam for an orgasm when the room was suddenly flooded with light.

"Jack!" Janet was in the doorway, staring down at him. Jack stared back at her, then down at the ass impaled on his cock, then back at her. With a twist, the girl under the bed slipped off his dick and he fell back against the other bed. He suddenly realized the body beginning to slip out from under the bed was longer than he'd thought.

"Chrissy!" Jack stared as she emerged from the bed. It was a tight squeeze, and as she popped loose her bikini top was pulled off. She jumped to her feet and turned to face him, her tits swaying.

"Jack!" Chrissy stared at him, his rigid cock still standing straight up in his lap.

He looked at her more closely. He'd never seen Chrissy's tits before, not really. She had huge aureoles, three inches across and a rich cocoa brown. And her nipples stood out like antennae, perched on top of firm tits that didn't sag a bit despite their size. Jack's jaw dropped open.

They posed like that for a few seconds before Janet broke the spell.

"Oh, go on and fuck her, Jack. You've already had her ass, you might as well take her cunt."

Before Chrissy quite knew what was happening, Janet pushed her back onto the bed and, ripping off her own bikini, straddled her roommate's face, shoving her twat into Chrissy's mouth and jiggling her hips to urge her roommate into action. Jack placed his cock at the entrance to Chrissy's pussy, still not quite sure this was all happening. Slowly, he began to slip it inside her, but after just a couple of inches he could go no further. "Janet, she's a virgin," Jack cried out.

"Not any more," Janet shouted, leaning over to take hold of Jack's ass and slam him into Chrissy's cunt. Underneath her, Chrissy opened her mouth to scream, but that only allowed Janet to wiggle her pussy lips against Chrissy's tongue. Meanwhile, Jack was beginning to grind away at the other end, developing a steady rhythm with his jackhammer cock while he squeezed and rubbed Chrissy's breasts. In no time at all, he felt Chrissy moving in response, her hips keeping time with his pumping. Chrissy's hands closed around Janet's tits and she massaged them while she licked and sucked away at the pussy in her face.

Jack was the first to cum, shooting a heavy load into Chrissy and still spurting when he pulled out seconds later. As soon as his cock was out, Janet leaned over and buried her face in Chrissy's crotch, licking off Jack's cum before sucking away at the sodden cunt. Jack fell back against the other bed again, gazing in dumbstruck amazement at his two roommates locked in a passionate 69. They went on like that for several minutes before both women shuddered and rocked and humped in a orgasmic frenzy that went on and on.

Later on, after they'd all hit the showers, where Chrissy had sucked Jack's cock and Janet had finally given him her ass, the three roommates sat on the couch in the living room nibbling at Jack's casserole, which had survived the blown fuse quite nicely.

"I guess living together will be a lot more fun from now on," Jack said.

"Yeah, no more secrets," Janet said.

"Uh, I've got a question, you guys," Chrissy broke in. "Do you think it would be all right if, you know, sometime, we did this again?"

Jack and Janet glanced at each other and broke out laughing. "Of course, Chrissy," Janet said. "What did you think we were going to do?"

"Well, I just didn't want to get in the way," the blonde answered. "You know, like they say, 'two's company, three's a crowd.'"

"Don't worry, Chrissy," Jack said through his laughter. "In this case, I think three's company too."

Path: bull.hkstar.net!imci3!newsfeed.internetmci.com!csn!nntp-xfer-1.csn.net!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!fr582 From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mike25 Taxi MF Date: 5 Jul 1996 20:04:44 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland OH (USA) Lines: 314 Message-ID: <4rjsgs$aov@madeline.INS.CWRU.Edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: owl.ins.cwru.edu

TAXI: I Go for a Ride

By Uncle Mike

It started with an argument. Karyn, one of the secretaries at work, is always getting into some kind of flaky movement -- psychics, UFOs, whatever. Her latest one was witchcraft. Well, she called it something else, but that's what it amounted to.

Anyway, we all started talking about it over lunch. I was skeptical, like I usually am about Karyn's ideas. But one of the other guys, Pete, started really getting on her case about it, so I ended up in the middle -- doubting Karyn's stories, but telling Pete not to be so cocky.

So, to thank me for sticking up for her -- and, I guess, to prove my doubts wrong -- Karyn said she'd have one of her friends cast a spell for me. Anything I wanted, she said, any power, whatever. You know I wasn't taking it seriously, but, what they hey, how often does a witch offer to do something good for you? Even a "white witch?"

So I told her how I'd always had this dream of being able to make characters in books and movies come to life, or to enter their reality. I told her I wanted to be able to talk to Tom Sawyer or Atticus Finch. Those weren't the folks I had my dreams about, but I saw no need to tell Karyn everything.

Anyway, she said she'd see what she could do.

So it's a couple of days later and I get home late from work, having pulled two overtime-shift days back to back. I'm just about ready to zonk out, but it's "Taxi" night, and I missed this episode the first time around. So I plop myself down on the couch, stretch out with a couple of pillows behind me and turn on the tube.

It's the one where Elaine, the one woman cabbie, is hosting some hoity-toity party for the folks she works with at the art gallery or something. She's got Alex over at her apartment before everybody else comes. Elaine -- that's Marilu Henner, you know -- is dressed in this killer gown. It's like a second skin, showing off a big pair of tits with erect nipples, and every time she moves you have to stop and remind yourself she's got a dress on, because it looks like you can see every ripple of her muscles.

I figure this is an added bonus to watching the show, because I just like it 'cause it's funny; usually Elaine is in jeans and some sloppy old shirt.

So I'm on the couch checking her out and the commercials cut in and I start to drift off. I guess it was the overtime kicking in.

The next thing I know, I'm watching the TV and the picture gets sort of fuzzy, and then it looks like the tube's coming apart. And then there she is: Elaine, in that gown, standing in my living room.

I rub my eyes but she's still there. She sees what I'm doing and starts to smile.

"I could pinch you if you like," she says, "to prove you're not dreaming. But I have other things in mind."

As she walks toward me, my jaw drops open. She's even more beautiful and sexy in person. I can see the outline of her long, shapely legs flashing as she stride across the room. Her nipples look the size of cherries on top of mammoth mammaries. She's got a perfect face, smooth and tanned and surrounded by shimmery auburn hair. She even smells sexy, musky and flowery all at once.

I feel my cock stiffen and I know it's tenting my slacks; from the glance she gives me she sees it, too. Her lips part slightly and her tongue slips out and slides back and forth.

As she gets to the couch, I start to rise up into a sitting position but she puts a hand out to hold me down. The other hand is unzipping my pants. With both hands, she undoes the buckle and pulls them down, yanking my shorts down with them.

My cock springs out like a jack-in-the-box. There's already a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

As I look across my chest, Elaine -- Marilu? -- gets on her knees and takes my cock in both warm, soft hands. The feeling is incredible, and I try to rub against them.

"Un-uh," she murmurs as she bends down. Her red lips open and I feel her hot breath on my cockhead just before they make contact. She just barely kisses the helmet, then makes little butterfly kisses all over the top and down the sides. Then she's back on the tip again, opening her lips wide and taking me in.

Her lips close around my shaft and ride it as she moves down on me, taking all seven inches. Her hands are playing with my balls and tickling my chest hairs -- I've ripped off my shirt and kicked my slacks and shorts all the way off.

Elaine's hair slides down in a cascade that falls gently onto my waist and thighs, forming a curtain over her face. But I can still feel it -- Oh, God, can I feel it. Her tongue is tickling the sides of my cock as she gobbles it down. When her lips slide all the way down to the base, I let out a groan of pleasure that seems to encourage her.

She varies her speed. She's bobbing up and down fast, her hand flying up and down the shaft as the head pops in and out. Then she slows down and takes me a-l-l t-h-e w-a-y i-n, the tip burying itself in her hot throat.

I've got my hands tangled in her hair, pushing her down onto me. Finally I can't take any more.

"I'm gonna shoot!" I warn her, but she doesn't let up. She even starts picking up speed and when I let go my cum shoots right into her and she swallows it all. She even comes back for more, licking the last drops the tip and the sides of my cock.

I'm already covered in sweat and breathing hard. When she gets to her feet, I start to thank her.

"Don't thank me yet," she says. "I'm not finished."

"But -- but I think I am," I stammer out. She smiles and her eyes sparkle as she takes a couple of steps back.

"I think I know how to get you back in the game," she says as she slips the silky gown off her creamy shoulders. It slithers down her body as she shivers and wiggles. I see her breasts out in the open, just as big as I'd dreamed, with large dark circles around the prominent nipples. And her flat, hard stomach. She pulls at the sides of her G-string and it slips off. And ... And I see the thin strip of white around her hips from the bikini line, then a large patch of dark hair, then -- yes! -- her pussy, already gleaming with moisture! And those long, lean legs, with enough muscle showing to give the promise of sexual gymnastics ahead.

As the gown falls into a shiny heap, Elaine steps out of it and walks over to me on her high heels. Sure enough, my cock's erect again. And I'm certainly ready for her.

"Don't move," Elaine says. "I want to do everything myself first." She steps up onto the couch, straddling me as she faces the far end. Slowly she squats. As she comes down, I see her cunt blossom before me. Then it's poised directly over my cock. She takes the shaft in her hand and holds it up as she impales herself on it in one fluid move.

"AAAAHHHH!" I can't believe the feeling as her wet pussy engulfs me. It's like every dream I've ever had has come true. Her cunt clamps around my cock and I tell myself this must be real. No dream could ever be this good.

Slowly she rises, her strong cunt lips dragging along my shaft, seeming to pull all my nerves along with them. Then back down, and up and down. I reach out to hold her but she warns me off.

"Not yet," she says with a laugh. "I told you, I'm in control for now. You'll get your turn later."

So I lie back as this beautiful goddess fucks me crazy, bouncing on my cock. She's go so much control of her cunt that she does things to me I've never felt before: squeezing the head with her lips, pushing it in and out without even moving her hips, almost sucking it in.

I'm afraid I won't stay hard long enough to enjoy everything she's got to offer, but though I feel myself coming close a time or two I never go over the edge.

Finally she slides off me, but she's not through controlling yet. She gets onto her hands and knees and orders me to enter her doggie style. Then she tells me to hold still as she slides herself back and forth. I can't resist the temptation and I lean forward to take her tits in both hands. She lets me get a good feel of each before she slaps my hands away.

It goes on like that for another five minutes before she says it's my turn. I immediately order her onto her back and spread her legs wide. Her cunt opens before me like a flower and I bury my face in it, licking and lapping up her juices. My tongue drives into her and soon I've got her wriggling and screaming in orgasm.

Just as she calms down I move into position and sink my cock into her. I start stroking and she bucks back at me and we develop a great rhythm and then I pull out.

She snarls at me as I poke the head of my cock at her entrance, teasing her. Then I slip it in oh! so slowly, just until the edge of the helmet pops in and her cunt lips close around it. Then back out, and in again, and out. This time she's the one who tries to force the pace, driving her pussy up at me and trying to pull me down with her hands.

"No, I don't think so," I laugh as I pull out of her reach. But I want her as bad as she wants me, so it's not too long before I'm slamming my cock deep into her cunt. I bend over her, suckling those incredible breasts, as she moves side to side beneath me. Then I move up her chest, nibbling her neck, and we press our mouths together in a crushing kiss. Her tongue is like a hot wet snake, wrestling mine and exploring my mouth. I feel my cock growing harder and bigger and I pick up the pace, ramming it into her.

As we break our kiss to come up for air, she gasps out, "Damn, you're good! Drive that cock into me! Come on, harder! Harder! I want it all! Yes, that's it. Oh, God, yes, that's the way! Slam it into me! Come on, fuck me!"

Her words drive me even further into a frenzy as her sweaty body wriggles underneath me. I can't hold back and again the cum boils out of me, this time jetting into her cunt. She's so tight that I can feel my jism fill her up and ooze up the sides of my cock and out of her cunt along with a flood of her own juices.

Instead of softening, though, my cock stays hard. For a minute or two I can't move because even the tiniest shift sends a jolt of pain and delight through my body, forcing shouts from me. But then the sensitivity recedes slightly and I start to move back and forth again.

"What?" Elaine's thighs close around me as she opens her eyes in surprise. "How can you .... ooooohhhh, yes!" This time she squeezes my hips tightly as her high heels rest on my ass. It feels like I can go deeper into her cunt than ever. Her tunnel's slippery with cum and her own lubrication, so my cock slides in and out like it was greased. I can smell the musky odor of our lovemaking soaking into the couch cushions as I piston into her.

My hand slides onto her burning hot chest. I take a thick nipple in my fingers and rub them back and forth; I can feel the tremors of her body shiver around my shaft. I bury my face in her neck and we fuck and fuck, the couch springs protesting at the pounding.

Again Elaine erupts in orgasm, arching her back over and over while I just hold my self inside her. When she's done I start to drive again but she weakly protests.

I'm close to cumming myself, so I pull out and straddle her chest, planting my cock between her tits and squeezing them tight around it. It takes just a few strokes before I shoot, showering her neck and face with my gooey white spunk.

By then we were both exhausted. I went to sleep on the couch with her curled in my arms, her fast-beating heart throbbing against my chest.

When I woke up the next morning, I was naked and alone. The TV was still on and one of those annoyingly perky hosts was babbling on about some new way to make zucchini bread. As I rolled over, I felt a wet spot beneath me. One sniff assured me that I had cum -- but was there anything more? It seemed as if I could remember every stroke, every touch -- but it couldn't have happened.

I got washed up -- my cock was a bit sore, but maybe I was just sleeping on it funny. I was making breakfast when the phone rang.

It was Karyn.

"Well?" she said.

"Well what?"

"Did it work? Did our spell work? Do you have your special power?"

I knew what she meant right off, but I pretended to have to think about it awhile. "Powers, huh?" I said with a snort. "Yeah, right. I had dinner last night with Captain Ahab and then we went off to hunt the Great White Whale."

Karyn sounded actually disappointed. "You're kidding, right?" she said.

"Of course I'm kidding! Look, you don't really believe in this stuff, do you?"

She sighed. "I guess not. Hey, I'm sorry I bothered you. See you at work, OK?"

I gobbled down my toast and a couple of scrambled eggs. The TV in the living room had shifted to a segment on how to organize your closet. I organize my closet by keeping the door closed -- it's a simple system, but it works for me. I went off and clicked off the set.

As I was turning away, something white caught my eye. I bent down. On the floor at one corner of the TV was a piece of silk. I picked it up. It was a small triangle with some thin straps hanging down.

That night, I checked all the shows and found what I was looking for in the late movie. "One Million B.C." You know. The one with Raquel.

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WKRP: It's a Dog's Life

By Uncle Mike

WKRP was possibly the worst-sounding radio station in all of Cincinnati, but Jennifer was without a doubt the best- looking secretary at any radio station in the entire country. She had silky blond hair that billowed out around a smooth, oval face with the poutiest, most kissable lips you've ever seen. Her face, beautiful as it was, wasn't the best part. Her body was an absolute temple to sex appeal. She had huge breasts -- massive, but not so big as to be absurd -- that today, as usual, stretch to the maximum a form-fitting pink sweater. A tight, black leather skirt did very little to hide the obscene curve of her hips. The skirt did nothing at all to hide the sensuality of her legs, because it ended just about an inch below her crotch. From there down to her black leather pumps, the view was unobstructed of the smooth lines made even more titillating by being encased in black nylons. If you got lucky and were watching closely when Jennifer crossed her legs, you might be able to tell that she wasn't wearing pantyhose; these sheer stockings were held up by a black garter belt. What you wouldn't be able to tell unless you got really lucky -- and few men ever had -- was that she wasn't wearing panties, either. Jennifer believed in the feeling of freedom she got from not wearing underwear.

She also believed in the feeling of arousal she got from fingering herself as she sat behind her desk, her crotch hidden from view. She relied on that arousal frequently, because for all her sexiness Jennifer rarely got a man in bed. She tended to date older men -- much, much, much older men -- for the same reason guys rob banks: that's where the money is. They were rich, but they were almost dead, too.

So she was sitting behind her desk in the reception area of WKRP, answering phones with one hand ("WKRP in Cincinnati! May I help you?) while fingering herself with the other, probing through wet pussy lips until she found the small button of her clitoris with a shudder, rubbing and stroking and prodding underneath while above the desk she appeared to be just doing her job.

Despite appearances, however, she was quite lost in passion when she suddenly heard a familiar, although not welcome, voice.

"Hey, Jen-Jen! Think about me while I was gone?"

It was Herb Tarlik, the station's inept sales manager. Herb was married, but that didn't stop his awkward flirting; Herb dressed like a clown and acted like a clown without a clue, but that didn't stop him from thinking he actually had a chance with Jennifer. She quickly pulled her hand out of her cunt and looked up at him, eyes a-sparkle -- not for him, but because her eyes always sparkled.

"Were you gone, Herb? I hadn't noticed."

He ignored the comment and went on. "Doing anything after work today? I've got two tickets for the wrestling match."

"Herb," she said in her sweetest voice, "I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last man on Earth."

He might have had a comeback -- he usually did -- but before he could say anything the glass doors to the offices swung open and a big Russian wolfhound strolled in, followed by a small man. The sizes of animal and man were so close it wasn't immediately clear who was walking whom.

It was the man who spoke, however, so he was probably in charge. "Mr. Tarlik! I'm Roy Jones, we spoke on the phone. Jones Pet Stores? This here's Ralph. He's the dog we're going to use in the commercials, OK?"

Herb turned on his customer-pleasing smile, which looked disconcertingly like a sneer, and reached out to pat the dog. A low, menacing growl warned him away. Taking a step or two back, he welcomed Jones and walked him back to the studios.

Jennifer would have preferred to go back to her diddling, but her boss, Mr. Carlson, came out just then with some papers for her to type. She flew through them and was stapling them together when Herb and Mr. Jones came back. Herb looked flushed, and one sleeve of his tacky sport-coat was ragged. Mr. Jones was apologizing. "Gee, I'm sorry, Herb, Ralph never did anything like that before. He's usually really nice to folks. I don't know what got into him."

They stopped at Jennifer's desk as Les Nessman, the station's one-man news department, came up from behind. "I'm going out to a hog farm, Jennifer," he said. "Oh, nice doggie!" He took a step toward Ralph. In a flash of brown fur the animal leaped up, clamping his bowtie between the dog's powerful jaws. Mr. Jones tried to pull him off, but that only made Les turn a bit purple around the neck. Jennifer reached out, tapped the dog on the shoulder, and said softly, "No, Ralph." In an instant, the dog released his grip and squatted at Jennifer's desk. Les left hurriedly.

"He really seems to take to you, Miss," Jones said. "Say, would you mind watching him while Herb and I go out to lunch? We'll only be an hour or so." Jennifer smiled in agreement, and Mr. Jones and Herb left.

Jennifer went back to her work, putting away some files. As she moved between her desk and the cabinets behind her, she noticed that Ralph kept his big, liquid brown eyes on her all the time, swinging his streamlined head back and forth like a fan at a tennis match. Every now and then, she petted his silky smooth fur, rubbing a hand from his neck down to his tail. He wagged it in appreciation and continued to stare at her.

Almost finished with the filing, she pulled the last slips of paper out of a drawer. "Oh, darn," she said to herself as one form slipped out of her hand and underneath the desk. She pulled her chair back and looked but couldn't see it. Getting down on her hands and knees, she crawled under the desk and saw it, just one corner of the paper barely visible underneath the bottom drawer. She reached out for it slowly, careful to protect her polished nails. Just a little bit further -- it was a tight squeeze between the floor and the drawer bottom, and there seemed to be some kind of metal rod in the way -- a little bit more... got it! She pulled her hand back. It wouldn't budge. She pulled some more. She could feel her fingers swell a bit and realized she was stuck. Reaching with her free left hand, she groped on the top of the desk for the intercom, found the cord, began to pull the base unit toward the edge -- and then realized that this was not quite the image she wanted to present to Mr. Carlson, who tended to think that Jennifer was perfect. "Oh, well," she told herself cheerfully, "if I just wait a minute, the swelling will go down and I'll be free again."

Even as she was saying that, she felt something against the back of her thighs. Something cold and wet quickly slid up her legs and landed right in her crotch. The touch surprised her and she jumped, bumping her head on the bottom of the desktop. The cold probing was quickly replaced with something even wetter but hot and scratchy. She heard a throaty growl. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Ralph's head buried under her skirt. His furry body was right behind her. She frantically tried to escape, but her maneuvering only increased the swelling in her hand and excited Ralph, who licked eagerly at her cunt. His thick, coarse tongue soon was covered with her pussy juices and she shivered when a particularly exuberant lick found her clit.

After several minutes, the licking stopped. Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief -- only to turn into a gasp of shock when she felt the pressure of a hot, furry body pushing up her skirt and exposing her cunt, while she heard Ralph's forepaws scratching on the desktop above her. She held her breath, hoping the animal would falter, but the dog settled on top of her and she felt its hard rod prodding the entrance to her cunt. She reached back with her left hand to ward it off, but all she could do was brush the stiff cock with her fingertips, and that only got Ralph more excited. All at once he lunged forward and his slim but long cock plunged full-length into Jennifer's soaking wet pussy. She murmured protests as the dog drove in and out, ramming his cock further into her than any man had ever been. Juices poured out of her cunt and dribbled down her thighs as the dog fucked her harder and harder.

Then Jennifer heard a door open and Mr. Carlson's voice, somewhat muffled where she was kneeling under the desk. "Jennifer, did you finish those ..." His voice petered out. She could picture him staring at Ralph, who had stopped his bucking at the sound but still was balanced on Jennifer's ass, the dog's paws splayed out on the desktop.

"I'm here, Mr. Carlson," she called out. Image be darned, she thought, I've got to get out of here!

Unfortunately, what Jennifer couldn't see is that as she called out, Ralph opened his mouth. Mr. Carlson blinked. "Is that you, Jennifer?"

"Yes, it's really me!" Ralph yawned again.

Mr. Carlson looked befuddled, but then he was used to that. "Oh, OK, then. Uh, did you finish those papers I asked you to type?"

"Yes, they're on the desk, but..." As she spoke, Ralph's right paw slipped a bit and pushed a stack of papers across the desk toward Mr. Carlson. He snapped them up and rushed out of the office. "Uh, thanks, Jennifer. I'll ... I'll probably be out the rest of the day. I think I need some rest."

As soon as the door swung closed, Ralph returned to his humping, driving his cock into Jennifer. He had to keep shifting around to keep his balance, driving the head of his cock in a swirl that drove her wild while his rod brushed all over her pussy lips.

With a sharp, short bark, Ralph blew his load inside her. She felt the hot cum fill her cunt and spill out. Then the dog backed up, edging his cock out of her hot box. She automatically reached her hand up to wipe the sweat from her brow -- and stared at the hand, realizing that the perspiration had lubricated the fingers enough to slide out of their trap.

Quickly she crawled out from under the desk and brushed down her sweater and skirt, both covered with silky brown fur. Ralph was squatting beside the desk again, this time with a dazed look in his eyes, his tongue lolling out one corner of his mouth.

Jennifer began to speak sharply to him, but one look at those huge eyes and she melted inside. Then she realized that she hadn't really melted -- that is, she still hadn't cum. The dog's fucking had brought her to the brink of orgasm, but he'd pulled out when he was done without waiting for her, just like a man, she thought. She looked over at Ralph again. He seemed to be recovered from the exertion.

Thoughtfully, Jennifer ordered him: "Stand up, boy." He stood. Oooh, she thought, he follows orders. He's BETTER than a man. She walked to his side and began caressing his hot, throbbing sides. Slowly, her hands slid down until she found his cock, now shrunken. She began to stroke it gently. Ralph gave a querulous kind of bark and turned his head around, trying to see what was going on. She gave the dog her sexiest smile. "C'mon, boy. Time to teach you a new trick."

Walking over to the couch near the outside door, Jennifer pulled a hassock up to the edge. She turned to face Ralph and began to strip. Slowly she pulled the tight sweater over her head, exposing her ripe melons. As she kept lifting, her tits bounced free. Ralph stared at the jiggling mounds, each boasting a dark brown center with a thick, erect nipple. Jennifer pulled the sweater all the way off and caressed her breasts, squashing them together. She put out her hand and Ralph licked it; then she brought the hand to her chest and rubbed it over her nipples.

Reaching down, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, revealing a thick bush of black hair -- "Sorry, Ralph, I'm not a natural blonde," she giggled -- and a red, engorged pussy. She sat down on the couch, sliding forward until her head was against the back cushions and her ass was on the edge of the hassock. She spread her legs wide, her pumps on either side of the hassock, giving Ralph full access to her cunt, her tunnel open wide before him.

"Here, boy!" He moved forward. Again he licked at her cunt, but after a minute she pulled his head up and motioned him to move forward. She maneuvered his forepaws onto the couch on either side of her chest. The position was awkward for the dog, but with a bit of adjustment he got the idea and soon the tip of Ralph's penis was once again at the entrance to her cunt. Jennifer grabbed the dog's ass and pulled it forward, forcing his cock into her up to the hilt. Ralph began to bark lustily as his cock drove in and out. Jennifer applied gentle pressure to his head and he got the idea, licking away at her bountiful boobs. The rough scratchiness of the tongue against her sensitive nipples drove her quickly to the heights of passion, and she closed her legs around his flanks, urging him deeper and harder and faster. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as she bucked in rhythm, the dog's cock scraping in and out in wild abandon. "Good doggie! Good doggie! Good fucking doggie! Fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!" She wrapped her arms around Ralph's shuddering body and lifted her heels straight up in the air. His cock plunged even deeper into her; it felt as if the head of his dick was down her throat! Finally, with a shriek of delight and joy and passion, Jennifer's legs squeezed tight around Ralph. A bright red flush spread across her ample chest and she shuddered and shook in wave after wave after wave of incredible orgasm.

When at least she shivered to a halt, she pushed Ralph away. He seemed reluctant to go. With a smile, Jennifer realized that this time the dog hadn't finished. "I'm sorry, boy," she cooed. "But I can help." Sliding off the couch, she positioned herself on the floor underneath Ralph's sweaty body and took his cock into her mouth. Closing her lips around it, she sucked the tip while her hands roamed up and down its impressive length until she could feel his balls tighten and a warm jet of cum shot down her throat.

By the time Herb and Mr. Jones returned from lunch, Jennifer was back at her desk typing up a memo and Ralph was just where they'd left him, squatting beside her.

"Did he give you any trouble?" Mr. Jones asked.

"Oh, no, Ralph was a perfect gentleman."

Herb was edging around the outside of the office, keeping as far from Ralph as possible.

"What's the matter, Herb? Afraid of a little doggie?" Jennifer's smile was as bright as the sun.

"No, no, I ..." As Herb's eyes grew wide, Ralph sauntered toward him. Herb pressed back against the wall. "No! Bad doggie! Go 'way!" Ralph moved closer and launched himself at Herb ... only to reach a paw onto either shoulder and lick Herb's face in a friendly goodbye before dutifully trotting out of the office behind his master.

Herb brushed off a few hairs and patted down his greasy hair before strolling over to Jennifer's desk.

"So, babe," he purred, "did you think over that date thing?"

"Now, Herb..."

"C'mon, Jennifer, if I was the only guy on Earth, you'd date me then, wouldn't you?"

"Well, Herb, would there be any dogs left?"

"Huh? Dogs? Yeah, I guess..." She smiled. "Then the answer's still no."

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FAME: Light Up the Sky Like a Flame

By Uncle Mike

Exhausted from a Miss Grant's usual strenuous class, the dancers straggled out as the bell rang. Their leg warmers were drooping only slightly more than their sore arms and legs.

But Miss Grant, also as usual, looked like she could keep going for hours. Days, perhaps. Even though sweat was glistening on her face and had soaked a deep V on her pink leotard, plastering it to her heaving breasts, her eyes were still afire.

Bruno got up from the piano, shaking his head and giving her an enigmatic smile. He was always astonished by Miss Grant's energy. Why, she must be almost 30, maybe even past it, and she could still keep up with a class of teenagers. He stuffed the music sheets into his folder and turned to go.

"Mr. Martelli!" Miss Grant's voice was like a knife, able to slice through even the loudest dance music and pierce the back of a dancer who'd gone astray. In the quiet, empty room, it echoed sharply and stopped the young, curly haired piano player in his tracks.

"Mr. Martelli, I have to practice my solo for the teacher's recital next week. And I need you to play for me."

Bruno's shoulders rose and fell as he thought of the date he'd made after school.

"That is if you don't have other plans," the slim, dark- skinned teacher said. Her tone, it seemed to Bruno, made it clear his other plans would have to wait. With a sigh, he trudged back to the piano and splayed out the music she handed him.

He began to play. It was an up tempo classical piece, full of bold arpeggios and pounding chords. Not his style, at all, but he could admire the way the composer used a wall of sound to stir up the emotions. In a way, it was the easy way out, avoiding the subtleties he liked to put into his own compositions. But there was nothing easy about these chords, and he had to keep his eyes on the pages for awhile before he got into the composer's head and could anticipate what came next.

When Bruno looked up, Miss Grant was writhing on the floor next to the piano. Her shapely legs whipped furiously back and forth in counterpoint to her waving torso. Slowly, without seeming to use her hands at all, she rose to her feet.

Bruno swallowed as he looked at her in between glances at the music. Miss Grant didn't have just the energy of a teenager; she had the body of one, too: slim, lithe, bursting with promise. The sweat that now soaked her entire leotard made the already tight garment stick even closer to her body, hugging the gentle curve of her breasts, allowing the taut nipples to poke through.

She looked him in the eye and Bruno glanced away. He looked off into space, trying to think of something else, maybe to get lost in the music. It didn't work. The notes were pounding in his brain, now, working their cheap magic on his emotions. He looked over at Miss Grant again.

She was arcing her back, slowly falling back into an arch with only the tips of her toes and her fingers touching the floor. Bruno stared at her crotch. The leotard was pulled so tight that he could see a few curly black hairs poking out around the sides and the folds of her cunt were clearly outlined by the material.

Trying to avoid her eyes as she bounced to her feet again, he shifted on the piano bench, trying to give his raging hard- on room to breathe. It was pressing against his tight jeans. Hoping she couldn't see, Bruno quickly jerked his left hand down to shift the cock into a more comfortable position. Miss Grant glanced pointedly in his direction; she must have noticed the missing chord, he thought.

Still she twirled on, flashing across the floor, making dramatic leaps and abrupt pirouettes. Bruno began to fantasize about her, imagining the skimpy leotard falling away under his eager fingers.

In his daydream, Miss Grant turned in surprise as he approached her on the practice room floor and harshly ripped off her leotard. She quickly crossed her hands in front of her breasts, trying to shield herself, but he would not let her.

With flashing eyes, he pushed her down to one of the practice mats. She struggled underneath him. "Admit it," he told her boldly. "You want me, I saw it in your eyes. You want my hard cock in that cunt of yours, and you want it now!" Her eyes looked up at him pleadingly and her lips moved but she said nothing.

Holding her down with the weight of his body, Bruno stripped off his shirt and shrugged out of his jeans. His stiff dick wobbled above her wet cunt as he gazed at her svelte, brown body, that perfect dancer's instrument. He brushed the tip of his cock against her pussy and at last she spoke.

"No! No, Bruno, please, don't do this!" Her slim hands were no match for his strength as he brushed aside her weak protests and split her cunt lips with his shaft. It slid in easily and he thrilled at the crushing feel of her tight tunnel.

"Yes, Lydia," he said, bending over her. "Yes, yes, you want it! Take that cock into you. See, your cunt knows what it wants," he said, as her hips began to buck up at him.

"Oh, yes," the teacher said, sobbing. "All right, I admit it, I want it all! Fuck me, Bruno! Bruno!"

"Bruno!"

Miss Grant's sharp voice cut through his reverie. He looked down and saw his hands flattened against the keys in a massive chord that, he now realized, he could still hear echoing against the walls. He blushed as he looked up at the teacher, who was leaning against the piano, catching her breath.

"That was a very vigorous interpretation," she said, looking at him. "But I don't think that was quite the tempo the composer had in mind." Her eyes traveled down his body and stopped. "Oh, I see," she said with a smile. "You had your -- uh, mind -- on other things, Mr. Martelli?"

He tried to stammer out a reply but nothing came to mind. What could he say? "Yeah, I was thinking about fucking that tight cunt of yours, Miss Grant?" Instead, he said nothing. Let her make her own conclusions.

"Look, Bruno," she said, "I'm sorry if I'm keeping you from some hot date, but I really need to practice this piece, and you're the only one who can do it justice. I..."

He broke in. "No, it's not that, it's ... uh, never mind." He kept his eyes fastened on the keys, not daring to look at her. "Do you want to try it again?"

"Mmmm, yes, I think so," she drawled. "But give me a minute, first, OK? I'll be right back."

She trotted off through the front door of the practice room. He heard an odd double click as she closed it, but didn't give it much thought. Taking advantage of the break, Bruno massaged his aching cock while he scanned the music.

Just a few moments later, the back door of the room opened. He turned back, startled, as Miss Grant backed in, fumbling at the door for a minute before she let it close behind her. Bruno noticed that she had slid the shade down over the door's window, probably to keep out gawking students as she ran through the number again.

"From the top?" he asked, turning back to the music.

"Not yet," Miss Grant said. "I have to get into the mood for this. Let me put my costume on."

Bruno looked around, confused. The room didn't have any closets, so where ...?

As he watched, Miss Grant pulled a blackboard that was mounted on rollers away from one corner of the room and slid it across in front of him, positioning it to screen the corner facing the piano. She picked up a brown paper bag and slipped behind the board.

He could still see her legs, almost to the hips, in the open space beneath the chalk-covered board. As he watched, the teacher hopped from one slim leg to the other, pulling off her leggings and tossing them over the top of the board.

He felt his cock growing even bigger as he looked.

Next he saw her pink leotard come wriggling down, down, down, and then she kicked it up and he saw it, too, flop over the board, swaying slightly.

It suddenly occurred to Bruno that Miss Grant must now be naked behind the screen. Again visions of her body came to him. As he rubbed his dick slowly, he imagined the taut skin of her belly brushing his, the rippling muscles of her arms and legs wrapped around him like a vise, her hungry cunt grabbing at his cock.

"I hope you're thinking about that middle arpeggio, Mr. Martelli!" Her voice again cut his reverie.

Bruno blinked. He answered her by rippling through the notes.

"Sounding good," she said as he saw her hand reach down and pick up the bag.

There was some rustling and other odd noises. Then the bag plopped to the floor again and a silky white stocking floated down below the board. As Bruno watched, licking his lips, Miss Grant's right leg slid into the stocking, which clung tightly to her well-shaped ankle. Then another stocking came down and again a firm leg filled out its smooth curves.

When the teacher bent down to pick up the bag again, Bruno thought he almost could see her nipples hanging down below the board, but they were gone before he could be sure. Two red stiletto-heeled shoes clattered to the floor and Miss Grant stepped into them, accentuating the curves of her legs.

The empty bag, crumpled into a ball, came flying over the board and bounced once on the piano before skidding past Bruno's shoulder and onto the floor.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't hit you," Miss Grant said. Bruno looked up. She was coming around the side of the board. She seemed to slink more than walk. She was tying the last knot in the top of a bright red ... thing. It looked like something Bruno had seen once in a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog the boys in grade school were passing around; it had been called a merry widow, he thought. Whatever it was called, the tight outfit barely covered her sleek torso; her breasts bulged out the top, looking bigger than he had imagined. The ruffles on the bottom seemed to stop just at the bottom of her crotch. He could see the thin white straps tugging at the tops of her stocks, rising along her chocolate brown thighs and disappearing under the tufts of the red ruffles. He felt drops of pre-cum soaking into his briefs as he thought of what was under those tantalizing ruffles.

"Y-you're going to wear that?" he managed to get out.

"There's a dress that goes with it," the lithe black woman said, motioning to a chair along one wall, where he saw a flouncy white gown. "But this should be enough for me to get in the mood. Don't you think?" She wiggled her top at him quickly and strode to the center of the floor. Her heels click- clicked as she picked her spot and waved at Bruno to begin.

As she began to dance, her movements seemed even more sensuous than the first time. Bruno felt the room grow hotter. His fingers almost slipped on the keys and he looked down at them: He was sweating. Funny, he hadn't noticed the heat before. In between beats he wiped first one hand, then the other on his jeans. His cock was pressing so hard against his jeans that even the quick, slight movement as he wiped his hands dry sent a shiver up his dick and through his entire body. He was glancing at the music only once in awhile, glad that he had memorized most of it the first time through. He wanted to keep his eyes on Miss Grant and her incredibly sexy body, writhing before him.

Again she got to the part where she bent over backwards. Bruno's mouth opened involuntarily when he saw that only a narrow strip of cloth stretched across her slit, and she wore no panties. He could see the darker skin of her pussy lips, split by the thin band of red. As she dipped back the cloth worked its way between her labia and he could see wet, pink folds opening up. The pounding beat of the music was tearing at his body and only a shred of self-control kept him from leaping off the piano bench and raping her right there and then.

He was still staring when Miss Grant rose to her feet. Had she seen him? He shifted his eyes back to the music sheets, trying to concentrate on the notes and forget the luscious body his teacher seemed to be flaunting so wildly.

She was leaping about again, her long legs flashing in the silky stockings. It reminded him of nature films, of gazelles on the run. Her entire body seemed to flow from one spot to another, moving so fast her limbs were a blur. But every once in awhile he would see her face frozen like a stop-motion movie, her eyes open wide and staring directly into his. Bruno's thoughts raced madly. This is crazy, he told himself. She's practicing for a performance, not a seduction. If I don't get myself under control I'll ... he glanced down at his crotch. Damn! A dark spot was spreading just to one side of the zipper. He pictured himself creeping out of the room, music sheets clutched in front of him to hide the stain, feeling like a fool. Just the thought of the embarrassment made his dick subside a little.

A breeze brushed his cheek. He looked up and was startled to see Miss Grant was now dancing just inches from his body. He could feel intense heat pulsating from her and a heavy, musky odor filled his nostrils. Bruno tried to stare straight ahead at the music, but he couldn't help glancing to the sides. She stretched out a leg and her heel almost touched his arm; she swung an arm around and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Desperately he tried to get his mind off her body, so close to his. His cock was rising again; he squeezed his eyes tight for a second and imagined a knife slicing through it like a bologna -- that used to work when he got a hard-on while riding the school bus and needed to get rid of it before they got to school.

But when he opened his eyes Miss Grant's palm appeared before him, sliding down so close he could see the whorls of her pale fingertips. His dick immediately leaped back to its full length.

"You're doing very well, Mr. Martelli!" Her voice came out in between puffs, a whisper in his ear. "Just ... just keep it up."

Then with a few pirouettes she was on the other end of the piano, and then she leaped atop it. Bruno looked up at her, stretched full-length before him. Her breasts heaved against the red lace of her top as she kicked her legs high, then swiveled quickly, placing her feet on his shoulders. He was looking directly into her cunt. It was shiny with her liquor, just inches from his face. He forced his eyes back to the music and felt her legs lift off him.

Bruno was bobbing back and forth on the piano bench now, his aching cock stretching to get some friction against his soaked briefs as he continued the throbbing music. Every nerve was on fire, his teeth were clenched tightly, his eyes stared blankly at the pages before him as he drove on to the finish. The crashing chords sent vibrations through his body and he wasn't sure he could hold on; he felt as if he would explode into a million pieces if he didn't get some relief that instant.

And then again he saw Miss Grant's hand sliding down his field of vision. A dry groan was forced from his throat as he sensed her lush body almost touching his back and he knew he could last no longer.

Just as he felt himself about to let go, cum ready to spurt out of his cock, a deep moan welling in him ... Miss Grant's fingertips brushed his chest, sliding down his sweat-soaked shirt and landing, to his complete shock, directly on his fat cock.

He came immediately. The warm goo shot out, smearing over his crotch as his hands dropped to the keys for the final chord.

For a second he forgot where he was. When he shook himself back into the moment, Miss Grant was standing next to the piano, several feet from him. God, he thought, it was another daydream. He squirmed on the bench and felt his cum, already cooling and beginning to cake on his skin; that was no dream. Did Miss Grant know what had happened? Had he said anything? Made any noise? He couldn't tell what was real and what was just his imagination. Flustered, he blushed brightly as he looked up at her.

"Perfect tempo, Mr. Martelli," she said in a low voice. "But you finished too quickly."

He stammered out an apology, flipping in confusion through the sheets of music, trying to figure out what he'd missed. He was concentrating so hard that he didn't even feel her touch. It was only when her voice came again that he noticed the dark skin of her hand pressed against his arm.

"That's not what I meant, Bruno," Miss Grant said.

He turned slowly, comprehension slowly dawning on him.

She was standing before him, her legs slightly parted. Her nostrils flared slightly and her pink tongue slid back and forth on her thick, dark lips. Slipping her hand down his arm, she knelt before him, unbuckled his belt and tugged off his jeans and briefs.

"Let me see your instrument," she said with a smile. "Oh, yes, that's what I wanted."

Bruno's cock emerged, covered with cum. Already it was beginning to grow again.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said quietly. "This ... this isn't a dream, is it?"

The teacher laughed softly. "Do you dream about me? Were you thinking about me when I danced? Did you imagine me naked? Is that what you wanted, Mr. Martelli?His cock was fully erect again. Miss Grant's words sent shock waves through him.

"Yes," he managed to get out. "Oh, God, yes. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you, as sexy, as ... God, I want you!"

"You'll have me," she promised, rising to her feet again and tossing his jeans down. "But first I get to have some fun." She yanked his shirt over his head and threw it away.

Completely naked now, Bruno put himself completely in her control. His hottest sexual fantasy was coming true and he was afraid to do or say anything to mess it up. Miss Grant loomed before him looking sexier than any actress in the few porno movies he'd seen, hotter than the girls in Playboy because she was real, smooth skin and full lips, all his.

Almost in a daze, Bruno allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and led to one of the exercise mats. Miss Grant had him lie down on his back and she knelt down at his feet.

"I hope you don't have any urgent appointments," she said jokingly. "I have a feeling you're going to be very late. You can tell your mother the teacher kept you after school."

Her hand reached out and clutched his thick cock. The feeling was incredible, and he wondered if he'd be able to survive anything else. He soon found out, for she bent down and pressed her lips to the slick cockhead. As Bruno stared in amazement, his teacher opened her mouth and took his shaft into it, sliding it all the way in.

Bruno sighed. "Damn, that's good," he told her as she began to slide her lips up and down. "I never thought a teacher could suck cock so good."

Her only reply was to slip his cock out of her mouth and run her lips down the sides of it before again sucking it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing around it. He could feel her heaving breasts pressed against his thigh.

Then she began to shift position, keeping his dick in her mouth while she twisted around. As her hips swung toward him, Bruno slid his hand up the silk of her stocking, along the hot skin of her inner thigh, to the slick folds of her slit. Still Miss Grant swung around, until her cunt was directly over his face. Bruno's fingers teased the opening, slipping up and down the velvety pussy lips, smearing her juices around. Shoving aside the thin cloth that now had stretched into a thong, he saw her clit emerge. The teacher twisted above him when he touched it, tentatively, before reaching up with his tongue to give it a lick.

She pulled her lips from his shaft, then, and turned back to looked at him. "There's a snap," she said in a deep, guttural rasp. At first Bruno didn't understand; she said it again. "A snap. In the back." Then he saw the cloth-covered button holding her corset together at the top of her butt crack. With a snap it came undone and he tugged aside the soaking-wet cloth, giving him full access.

As Bruno played with her pussy, Miss Grant continued to vacuum his cock. His hands roamed her body, caressing the smooth legs, the gentle curve of her waist, grabbing her tight butt cheeks. His young, inexperienced mind was being blown as well as his cock by the thought of this woman, this teacher, this goddess being his sexual instructor.

Sliding his tongue across her musky slit to the downy softness of her thighs, Bruno moved a caressing finger closer and closer to her cunt. It was hard to concentrate with her hungry mouth gobbling his cock, but he wanted to get as much out of this opportunity as he could. He had no idea why he was so lucky, and he never expected to have this chance again.

His searching index finger slid at last to the slickness of her pussy lips. Miss Grant moaned softly against his shaft as he touched the button of her clit lightly before spreading her slit apart. Bruno stared in fascination as her rose opened up right in front of his eyes, the dark pussy lips giving way to his probing and revealing the already wet, pink inner sanctum.

While his index finger rolled around the outside, he extended his middle finger and watched as it disappeared into the first knuckle in the teacher's cunt. He felt her muscles ripple around it, clutching at the finger while he explored the hot interior.

Bruno was so enraptured by the teacher's cunt that he didn't even notice when she pulled her mouth off his cock, giving it one final kiss right on the tip.

As she did, Miss Grant pressed her hips back. Bruno's middle finger sank deeper into her and she began to hump up and down on it, rotating her hips so that she corkscrewed down. Bruno put a second finger and then a third into her opening, pressing them hard into her as he lapped at the juices pouring onto his face.

When she came, it was with a loud screech, bucking madly at his fingers, almost smothering him as she pressed her tight ass onto his face.

She lay atop him, still and quiet, for a few moments. Then she rose and stood before him. As he looked up in wonder, Miss Grant peeled the sweaty corset from her body and stripped off the stockings. Her breasts had hardly been concealed before, but now they sprang out completely uncovered and Bruno marveled at them. They were as firm as any teenage girl's, he thought, realizing with a wince that he didn't have much experience to make the comparison. The rounded hills rose gently to nipples that stood out proudly from the bumpy-textured skin around them. Bruno licked his lips, feeling a desperate urge to suck those nipples and lick the mounds from which they rose.

Miss Grant seemed to read his mind. She knelt down, presenting her chest to the boy. Greedily he attacked them, sucking the tits into his mouth one at a time, nipping at the tender flesh. It was a wild attack but the teacher did not protest, and at last he'd had his fill and began to suckle gently.

When she pulled her tits away Bruno knew it was time. He rubbed the shaft of his cock, stiffening it and holding it straight up as the teacher moved to straddle him.

He thought he should say something, but he wasn't sure what. How could he express his emotions now, his lust and desire? He heard beautiful music rolling through his head and decided that only the pure language of the notes could adequately describe it.

Miss Grant found some words, though. "I want you now," she whispered throatily. "All that before was just rehearsal. Now it's showtime. You want to fuck?"

Bruno nodded, still unable to speak.

"Well, fucking costs. And right here's where you start paying. I want that cock as stiff as you can make it, Mr. Martelli. Because it's going to sink into my hot, wet cunt, and I don't put nothing in my cunt that isn't big, hard and ready. Are you ready, Mr. Martelli?"

In reply, Bruno thrust his cock upward, sliding it between his fist. The head was thick and engorged with blood, driving up at her hovering pussy like a snake lunging at its prey.

"That looks ready," Miss Grant said, beginning to lower herself with a dancer's sinuous intensity. "Now I'm going to put my cunt on that cock, and let it in. But only a little bit at a time. And no cheating, Mr. Martelli. Remember who's the teacher here."

Bruno's vision narrowed to encompass only the head of his cock, a bead of pre-cum glistening at its tip, and her approaching slit. The few seconds seemed to stretch into minutes, even hours. His breathing grew short and shallow, his heart raced. In his focused sight, the head of his cock looked as big as a baseball bat; her pussy as cushiony as a down comforter.

And then the soft flesh of her slit made contact, and a surge of electricity sparkled throughout his body. This was the moment he had imagined, the moment he had never thought would really happen. All his senses were concentrated in his cock as Miss Grant's hot pussy lips slid around the tip and engulfed the helmet.

Bruno felt as if he were watching a movie; what was happening before his eyes couldn't be real. As he looked on, his cock leaped involuntarily, pressing into the teacher's cunt. But she pulled up slightly, still keeping the head inside her.

"I told you I was in control," Miss Grant said, in the stern- but-gentle tone he was so used to from classes. Only now this wasn't a lesson in tap or music theory, it was all about his fat cock in her wet cunt. Bruno still had difficulty making it all seem real.

And Miss Grant went on. "I'm in charge here," she said, "and I'm going to take it nice and easy. Feel that cockhead, Bruno? Can you feel my pussy lips squeezing it? I have a very talented pussy. It's going to do amazing things to your cock. Do you want to know what?"

Bruno knew no reply was necessary.

"First let's get more comfortable," the teacher said. "That's better. Your cock is sliding into me, Mr. Martelli. It's halfway in already -- feel it? Is it as good as you dreamed about, whacking yourself off at the piano bench?

"It's good for me, Bruno. I like the feel of a hard, young cock inside me. All the way inside me," she groaned as she lowered herself all the way. Bruno groaned, too, as Miss Grant's hips sank to meet his crotch, burying his dick in her velvet folds to the hilt.

"Yes, that's what I needed," she said, grinding her cunt around the boy's cock. "Fill my pussy up, Mr. Martelli. Fill that cunt with your stiff cock and let me feel it all the way to my toes. Yes!" She writhed above him as she began to rise and fall, gripping his shaft in her cunt muscles.

"Don't just lay back and enjoy it," Miss Grant instructed. "My tits want a little fun, too. Come on, boy, give me a hand here." Bruno did as he was told, grabbing her chest with both hands and kneading her breasts like he kneaded the dough when he made pizzas with his uncle, rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive nipples.

"Good work," the teacher sighed, holding his hands over her tits as she continued to squat over his cock, working it in and out of her sloppy wet hole. "Now start humping back. That's it! Drive that cock into me! Harder! Harder! Yes, Mr. Martelli! Yes!"

Bruno watched Miss Grant's dark-skinned body ripple, her well-toned muscles jerking spasmodically as she gave herself up to the moment. Suddenly she grew stiff and unmoving, and he was afraid something had gone wrong. But just as suddenly she flew out of the paralysis into a wild, bucking frenzy.

"I'm coming!" she shouted. "Damn, boy, you are good. I can feel this one all over. Keep fucking me, Mr. Martelli! Don't stop! Slam that cock into me! I want you to fill me up."

Bruno increased his speed, lunging his hips up at his teacher's gyrating pussy. For several minutes she kept up her orgasm in steadily decreasing waves of excitement before finally it subsided and she dropped down, pressing her sweaty breasts against his hairless chest.

"Good work, Mr. Martelli," she gasped. "But ... my God, you haven't finished, have you? Child, you are gonna be the death of me yet. Well, we'll see what we can do, but this time you're going to have to do the work."

With that, Miss Grant slid off him and lay flat on her back, spreading her legs. Bruno crawled between them. He could see that she was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with the effort. Their fucking had exhausted her.

But the desire bursting inside Bruno demanded release. With fire in his eyes, he advanced on her, holding his cock like a dagger pointed straight at her slit.

When he entered her it was a stabbing, driving thrust, forcing a grunt from Miss Grant's chest. And he continued to thrust deeply into her, driving his cock into her cunt with a wild passion. The teacher raised her legs, giving him full access. Her heels dug into his thighs, and then his ass, urging him into her.

"Do it, Mr. Martelli," she said, whispering in his ear. "Fuck your teacher's cunt like a savage. Pound it into me. That's it. Rape me. Rape my cunt, fill it up with that hard cock. Split me open!"

Her words throbbed in Bruno's brain, echoing back and forth as he thrust into her. The lustful talk was driving him crazy. At last he silenced her by covering her mouth with his, plunging his tongue into her. They kissed deeply, hungrily, as if it was the very kiss of life. And through it all Bruno kept up his attack and Miss Grant matched him thrust for thrust.

It seemed to Bruno as if they were melting together, becoming one flesh everywhere but at the crucial junction where his raging cock was driving in and out of her hot cunt.

And then he felt a sharp, burning sensation in his loins, and a pounding in his head.

"I ... I think ... I ...," he stuttered.

"Yes, you are," Miss Grant told him. "I can feel your cock getting bigger. This is it, Mr. Martelli. I want your cum. I want it all in me. Explode in me. Fill that hungry pussy with your cum, child!"

"Yes," he began to shout. "Yes, yes, I'm cummmiiinnnggg!" The explosion started deep within him and rocketed through his entire body as he felt the cum welling out of his, pulsing through his shaft, blasting into his teacher's body. Wave after wave of cum surged from him. Bruno, so used to the single, dulling spurts when he whacked off, was shocked at the duration and violence of this orgasm. Miss Grant kept humping back at him, milking the last drops from his cock, until at last he was drained and the head of his cock became almost painfully sensitive to her gyrations.

He felt weak and spent, sagging down on top of Miss Grant's lithe body. After a minute or two, he started to roll off her. But she lifted her legs, trapping him.

"Not so fast, Mr. Martelli," she said teasingly.

"No, no more," he said, but even as he spoke she began to slowly, gently buck up at him, and he was stunned to feel his cock growing thick again.

Now she did roll him over, but stayed with him, holding his cock within her as she rolled atop. This time she fucked him slowly, tantalizingly, squeezing his cock while barely moving up and down, pressing him into him so hard their pubic bones crushed together. And in a few minutes Miss Grant again began to screech as another orgasm drove through her.

When she had been sated, the teacher lifted her sopping wet cunt from Bruno's cock. He was still hard, though, and now it was he who wanted more.

Miss Grant slid away from him, laughing, keeping just out of his reach as he crawled toward her. Then he got to his feet and she scrambled to hers, leading him on a chase around the classroom until he cornered her against a wall.

"Mr. Martelli, I think you've had enough," she said, with a smile.

"Not yet," he said, her lips pressed to her ear. "Not until I've split you open, right, Miss Grant?" Without waiting for a reply, Bruno pressed his hand between her legs, burying his fingers in her cunt. The teacher's dark body sagged against the wall as her legs opened to him.

Greedily he kissed and sucked her lips, her neck, her breasts, all the while humping away at her with his fingers. Finally she raised her legs completely off the floor, leaving her supported in a sandwich between Bruno and the wall. His cock pressed against her slick pussy lips and slid in easily.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Martelli," she murmured into his neck. "Fuck me again. Split me open. Fuck that pussy, child!"

Bruno did as he was told, humping madly into her wide open cunt. Their writhing left a smeared outline of sweat on the dusty wall as they rutted like animals, lost in their passion and oblivious to everything else.

"Now you're doing it," Miss Grant cried. "You're splitting me open! Yes, yes, yesyesyesyes!" Yet another orgasm whipsawed through her.

Bruno could feel every twitch of her body and the motions pulled his own orgasm out, a crashing blast of cum jetting into her already full cunt, splashing and squishing out, dripping down their legs and puddling on the floor.

"Thank you, Miss Grant," Bruno whispered to her as they held each other close, letting the last flush of their orgasms subside.

"You're very welcome, Mr. Martelli," she whispered back. "You're a very good student. In fact, I think you're ready for some advanced classes."

Bruno's mind whirled.

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FAMILY TIES: All Juiced Up

By Uncle Mike

The Keaton kitchen was in chaos. Mounds of canvas and nylon covered the table. Boxes; Tupperware of every size, shape and color; and a couple of red and white coolers buried the counters, with cereal bowls and coffee cups scattered here and there in any available niche. Steven, the father, was patiently trying to run down a checklist while juggling little Andrew. He was holding the child slightly away from him, hoping to keep the drool off his red plaid shirt. Alex, their oldest son, was loudly explaining that he hated wildlife or anything else with the word "wild" in it. Daughter Jennifer was trying to prop her eyes open in one corner; in another, Mallory and her boyfriend, Nick, were covertly cuddling.

It was 5 a.m. Only a faint rosy glow came through the windows, and that was from the lights Steven had forgotten to turn off when he came back from gassing up.

Finally getting down to the last item on the list, Steven looked up.

"Alex, quiet down. Your mother's still asleep."

"Lucky her," said Jennifer, a pert blond in her early teens.

"Now, kids, you know your Mom would love to go with us, but she has that project to finish up, and her cold is getting worse. If she gets a little rest she'll be fine."

"Shouldn't I stay home to take care of her?" Alex, a short young man with a boyish grin, looked hopeful.

"Take care? You?" Mallory, the willowy daughter, uncoiled herself from Nick. A short exchange of the usual Keaton insults followed before both sides retired to neutral corners.

"At least Nick isn't complaining," Steven noted smugly as he began to gather up the supplies.

"Yeah, that's right, Mr. Keaton," the scuzzy looking boy answered. Then, in a whisper, to Mallory: "Yeah, I'm not complaining, because I'm gonna be blitzed the whole time. You won't forget to take the juice, will you?"

"Me?" Mallory whispered back, offended. "Forget?"

"Sorry," her boyfriend said with a shrug. "But I put a whole bottle of vodka in that OJ and it's the only thing that's gonna get me through this whole family camping thing."

Before Mallory could answer, Jennifer dumped a box in her hands and gave Nick a picnic basket. "Come on," the younger girl said sleepily. "The sooner we get this stuff packed, the sooner I can go to sleep in the back seat."

The morning sun shone dimly through the clouds, casting a faint light on empty kitchen counters when Elyse Keaton stumbled into the room later that day. She gathered her ratty blue bathrobe closer around her as she looked out on the gray sky, and sniffled. She pulled a Kleenex out of one pocket and wiped her nose, then brushed a hand through her hair. Her eyes were red and her eyelids hung low.

Elyse shuffled to the refrigerator and opened the door, smacking her lips faintly as she stared. "Great. They took the juice," she muttered to herself as she closed the door. "I didn't need any vitamin C, anyway. I'm perfectly fine." She let loose a honking sneeze.

Out came a Kleenex. From another pocket she pulled a couple of bottles of cold medicine. Squinting to read the instructions on the sides, she poured several pills into her hand and downed them with a glass of water.

On her way back to the living room, she stopped short. Sitting on a side counter, almost hidden by several now- empty cereal bowls, was a huge bottle of what looked like ... she opened the lid and sniffed -- nothing, too stuffed up. She poured a small glass and downed it. Yes, it tasted like it. Orange juice! Salvation! She gathered the jug up in her arms, clutching a plastic tumbler in one hand, and pushed through the door.

Dropping onto the couch in the living room, she poured herself a tumblerful of juice, switched on the TV, and started watching. As she swallowed a big gulp, her eyes widened a bit. She held the tumbler up and examined it more closely, then smacked her lips and filled it up to the brim again.

Skippy Handelman knocked on the Keaton's kitchen door several times and called out. Finally he tried the handle; it opened and he walked in.

He called out again as he went through the kitchen. "Anyone home? Alex? Mallory? Mrs. Keaton?" His calls got no reply. He stopped and looked around, then smacked his head. "That's right, the camping trip! I guess it really was this weekend, after all. Darn."

He turned and went back to the outside door, and then stopped again. It was unlocked, he remembered. Slowly, quietly, he crept back through the kitchen and pushed open the door to the living room. It creaked. "Ssshhh!" he hushed as he slipped through. On his way past the counters he had picked up a spatula, which he now raised threateningly above his head.

A few steps into the room, though, he lowered it. Mrs. Keaton was lying flat on the couch, one bare leg fallen out of her robe and down to the floor. Next to her, on the coffee table, was a half-empty jug of orange juice; some architectural renderings were scattered on the floor around her.

"Oops! Sorry, Mrs. Keaton, I -- uh ..." Here, his voice fell to a whisper. "I'll just go, now, OK? And I'll lock the door on my way out."

Before he could get through the door to the kitchen, a weak voice called out.

"Huh? Whozzat?"

He turned back to the couch. Mrs. Keaton was struggling to a sitting position, blinking her eyes rapidly and scrunching up her face in a squint.

"Steven?" she said, her voice gaining strength. "Is that you?"

Skippy was shorter and broader than her husband, and younger and dumpier, and he had no beard. But he was wearing a red plaid shirt and jeans.

He took a few steps toward her. "No, Mrs. Keaton, it's me, Skippy. See?"

"Steven? What are you doing here?"

"No, he's gone camping ..."

"That's right, you went camping. Where are the kids?"

"I told you, camping." Skippy sat down beside her on the couch, bobbing his head in an attempt to keep it within her shaky line of sight.

"Oh, they're still camping?" There was a giggle in her voice. "So it's you and me alone? You romantic devil, you." Mrs. Keaton fell forward, dropping into Skippy's lap. He pushed her back up.

"No, Mrs. Keaton, it's me, Skippy, remember?"

"I remember, Steven," she said. "It's only been -- uhhhh ..." she glanced around wildly to find a clock, then gave up. "Sixeven hours. Right?" She began to topple sideways and Skippy grabbed her.

She grabbed him back, planting a wet kiss about an inch to the left of his lips.

"Come on, don' play so hard to get," she said, grabbing his face to steady it before kissing him deeply, her tongue pressing into the boy's mouth. The sharp taste of alcohol almost made him swoon.

"Mrs. Keaton, I -- I think I better get out of here," he said, trying to rise from the couch. It was tough to do with her still hanging on to him, almost a dead weight. "I think you've had too much to drink."

"A drink? No, thanks, I'll pass," she said. "I've got that cold and I shouldn't drink when I've taken mecidine -- menicid ... mega ... drugs."

As Skippy continued to struggle, Elyse tugged at his pants, finally undoing the belt, and began to paw at the zipper. "Come on, Steven," she said, taking an exaggerated sigh, "don't be such an old duddy-fuddy. I want you!"

The boy finally got loose and jumped to his feet. His pants stayed behind, clutched in the older woman's hands.

He began to hop away, his pants falling to his ankles and his baggy polka-dot boxers flapping. Mrs. Keaton released her grip and rose, shakily. Her robe fell open, revealing her still- trim body, lush curves held in check only by a filmy black bra and a silken pair of black panties. "Whazzamatter?" she cried, an edge in her voice. "I'm not good enough for you?" Angrily, she tugged and pulled at her bra, finally popping it loose. Her breasts bounced free, drooping only slightly.

Skippy stared, lost his balance and tumbled to the floor. He looked up to see Mrs. Keaton standing over him, legs apart. She had stripped off her panties and he was staring straight into her cunt. He began to mumble incoherently.

Struggling to stay upright herself, Elyse hauled the boy to his feet and began to drag him to the couch. "That's it, Stevie," she said, her voice rising into an almost hysterical giggle. "Whoo! I'm feeling a dittle lizzy! You must be getting to me!"

Then her legs gave way and she fell backward onto the couch, pulling Skippy down with her. The springs groaned as they plunged to the cushions.

Stunned at first, Skippy quickly tried to get back up, but succeeded only in rubbing his crotch against Mrs. Keaton's while trying to get out of her entangling arms.

"Not so fast, Steven," she cried. "I need a little foreplay, lover!"

In the struggle, Skippy's rapidly stiffening cock began to poke out of the top of his boxers. Mrs. Keaton's hand brushed against it and would have moved on, but Skippy moaned and alerted her. She fumbled a bit but finally got a grip and began to rub his shaft briskly while reaching up with a flailing foot to try to tug down his shorts.

"Mrs. Keaton! Mrs. Keaton!" Skippy shouted. His struggles were made more difficult because he pulled back whenever he found himself touching her naked body. "Please, Mrs. Keaton! It's me, Skippy! Don't do this!"

He continued struggling for several minutes, arms flapping, before he realized she had given up. He looked down: her eyes were closed and she was snoring softly.

Skippy began to rise, supporting himself on his hands. As he did, his shorts fell to his knees and his cock sprang free, bobbing stiffly. He stopped halfway up.

The struggle had popped several of the buttons on his shirt, which now hung crookedly down, one pocket slightly torn. One tail of the shirt hung over Mrs. Keaton's crotch. He flipped it aside.

The older woman was naked beneath him, her legs spread wide, opening up her pink, wet pussy. Her flat stomach and enticing tits were heaving slightly with each breath. The ratty bathrobe was draped beneath her, the sleeves ridden up her arms. Her round, soft face was back, mouth slightly open.

Skippy held himself up for about a minute and then began to move. Down.

Slowly, carefully, he lowered himself back onto Mrs. Keaton. His stiff cock dropped on top of her slit, and he rubbed it back and forth while nuzzling her tits.

She didn't move, and made no sound except the quiet snores.

Tentatively, Skippy reached down and took his cock in his hand, guiding it into her opening. It took several tries before he could get the placement right, and she was still slightly dry so at first it hurt a bit. Then her juices and his pre-cum began to flow, lubricating her entrance.

At last he slid his cock into the older woman's tunnel, slowly at first and then driving it all the way in, in one abrupt lunge. Then he stopped, holding his breath. Still Mrs. Keaton was unmoving.

"You have a great body, Mrs. Keaton," Skippy said, beginning to stroke his cock inside her. "And a really good cunt. I sure do like fucking you." He giggled a bit at his own boldness. "Do you like fucking me? I think you do." He kept up the tempo, sliding his rigid member into her up to the hilt and then slowly pulling out.

"I'm gonna fuck you good," Skippy said in a whisper, his pace increasing. Then all at once his body stiffened and a surge of cum shot out of him and splashed into Mrs. Keaton's cunt. "Ohhh, that was good, Mrs. -- Elyse," he sighed, collapsing onto her body as his muscles became limp.

He had been lying there only a minute when he sensed movement. His eyes were only inches from Mrs. Keaton's when her eyelids begin to part, and then flew open as she sputtered, "Skippy! What are you doing!"

She looked down, down at their naked bodies, Skippy's deflated cock still resting in her cunt. "Oh, my God! Skippy, what have you done?"

"But, Mrs. Keaton, you asked me to! I mean, you asked Mr. Keaton, because you though he was me, I mean I was he, I mean him, and you ..."

Elyse's eyes grew even wider. "What are you talking about? Skippy, you can't do this! Get off me!"

"OK," he said, and he did begin to rise. But his cock had begun to stiffen again, growing longer and thicker and pressing against the walls of the older woman's pussy.

"What -- what are you -- stop that!"

"I can't," Skippy moaned, and even as he rose up on his hands his hips started bucking, driving his cock into Mrs. Keaton's slippery wet tunnel.

"No! No!" She tried to push him off, but couldn't move his greater weight. The boy's cock pistoned into her soaking wet cunt, making squishing noises as it hit bottom and their pubic patches ground together.

"Oh, God, nooooo," Elyse began to sob, beating her fists weakly against Skippy's chest.

"Mrs. Keaton, I'm sorry, I can't stop now, it feels too good," the boy moaned, bending down to lick at her erect nipples.

Her writhings to get away only excited him more and he drove himself into her harder and harder. Beads of sweat appeared on his back and began to trickle down. His breathing grew harsh as he pounded his dick home. "It's so good, it's so darn good, oh, Mrs. Keaton, fuck me! Fuck me!"

"No, Skippy, please," she begged, wincing each time his hard shaft lifted out and drove down again into her.

"I can't!" he shouted. "I can't stop. Mrs. Keaton, I love you! I want to fuck you! I want to put it all in you and fill you with my cum! Take it all! Take it all!"

"Oh, please, stop, stop, sto ... aaaah ... aaaaaaahhhh ... aaaAAAAAAHHHHHHH MY GOD!" Her slim body began to shake and tremble beneath him. "I'm cummminnngg! AAAAAHHHHH!"

Her movements sent shivers through Skippy's own body, but his cock remained hard and he continued to drive it into her cunt even as her pussy muscles rippled around it.

Elyse gasped for her breath. "No! No! No more! NoooooooohhhhhhAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Again her body quaked as a second orgasm shot through her like lightning, and another. As the last subsided Skippy's tempo suddenly increased and he began to cry out. "Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes! I'm gonna cum!" His goo jetted into the older woman's sodden cunt and oozed out around his shaft as Skippy made a few, final lunges.

He lay atop her for several minutes while his cock shriveled. Finally he rose, feeling suddenly chilled as the cool air of the room hit his wet, sloppy crotch.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Keaton, I really am," he said, but when he looked down at her Elyse was passed out again. Gently he pulled her robe back around her and covered her with a quilt. Looking around, he found her bra and panties on the floor and tucked them next to her under the quilt before putting on his own clothes and going out into the kitchen.

Just as he swung open the door from the living room, the outside door opened and the rest of the Keaton household, plus Nick, shuffled in. Their hair was plastered to their heads, their clothes hung in droopy folds, streams of water pouring off them and puddling on the floor.

"Hi, Keatons," Skippy said brightly. "You're back early, aren't you?"

Steven looked at darkly. "It's raining."

Alex chimed in. "And the tent fell apart."

"Because Alex put the pegs in wrong," said Jennifer.

"And Dad locked us out of the car," Mallory explained.

"With the keys inside," Nick noted.

"Yes, and we wouldn't even be back here if Nick didn't have an unusual ability to open locked car doors," Mr. Keaton said sharply, looking back at his daughter's boyfriend.

"Sounds like you had a great time," Skippy said, backing his way around them carefully to avoid the water. "Mrs. Keaton's in the living room. I think she needs her rest. This cold must have her really woozy; she was saying some crazy things. Bye!" He lunged out the door, grabbing his jacket from the counter where he'd dropped it on the way in.

Mr. Keaton tossed aside his sodden coat and hat and made his way to the living room, trailing pools of water.

"How are you feeling, honey?" he said as he came up to the couch.

"Huh? Is that you, Skippy? Oh, no, please, I can't take any more," she mumbled weakly.

Mr. Keaton stared down at her, confused. "You look like you could use some more juice," he said, pouring her a glass. "A little vitamin C will do you good."

As he lifted the tumbler to her lips, Nick came through the door. "Mr. Keaton!" he called out when he saw the jug. As Steven turned around, Nick took a step closer and saw that the jug was now empty. He stopped.

"Well," Steven said, testily, "what is it?"

"Uh, nothing," Nick said, stalling. "I mean ... uh ... thanks for the trip," he mumbled, backing out the door.

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