Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2002 06:01:23 -0500
From: Less Ismore <slickster3x@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dr. Carnassi's Adventures 1

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Dr.
Carnassi's
Adventures
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CHAPTER ONE ... Joey and Sue.


Oh my gosh, where did this all begin?

Oh, yes, going up the Dunn River Falls in Jamaica.

If you haven't done this major league touristy thing, a little bit of
explanation is in order. It's a "waterfall" that is about 300 yards
long. You sign up for a tour, a guide takes you up the falls, and takes
your camera and takes your picture, and someone takes a commercial video of
the whole thing. We didn't know about the video, but so what? Em, my wife,
was wearing a t-shirt that says " Naughty boy, go to my room" , but we
didn't care, the only people back home who would see it were the people to
whom we showed it.

When you climb the rocks of the falls, you are required to hold hands with
the people ahead of and behind you. We got linked with a nice looking
couple, Joey and Sue, from a suburb of the city we lived in. Didn't know
that when we started out, but discovered that over rum punches on the boat
back to our cruise ship. They had a good laugh about Em's t-shirt.

Joey and Sue had been married about four years; they were on a "belated
honeymoon". He is by his own description a "kamikaze litigator" in a large
strictly corporate law firm. Sue is a forensic accountant for the same
firm. She is the one who goes in and does an audit of the books that not
only finds out what was stolen, but also, usually discovers who did
it. She's sort of like a private eye with a calculator. They met at the
firm, and, as they said, "fucked around for three or four years before
finally deciding to tie the knot. It was evident they were both well paid
for what they did We saw them on the ship a couple of times after that. Had
drinks with them in the piano bar where the funny guy did impressions and
played requests. Then we spent part of an afternoon at the pool with them
on the "at sea" day, we exchanged home phone numbers and agreed to get
together. When they came to the pool, they both turned a lot of heads. He
is tall, about six foot two, looks like he spends a lot of time in the gym
sculpting his body. It's the kind of body that makes you think of classic
sculpture in the museums. She looks like a runner, muscular thighs, tight
buns but the real eye stopper is a set of boobs that would make any man
look.  Even if his wife was watching him. Big, firm, nearly upright, which
is saying a lot for a woman in her mid 30's.  I looked, Em was watching.

The first contact after the cruise was an outdoor barbecue thing at our
place with them and some other friends, that is to say co-workers we wanted
to impress with the fact that we each a life outside of the office, plus
some neighbors for which they performed very well. At the end of the
evening we apologized for using them and asked them to come back for a real
gourmet treat dinner and some fun stuff. I didn't know what fun stuff was
when I said that so when the time came, I improvised ... I rented a couple
of rather risque adult movies.  "Rather risque" means no bare genitals or
penises logging miles going in and out, like I have seen, just highly
suggestive, like mouths on cloth covered crotches, bare boobs and bottoms,
etc.

They thought it was fun. We agreed to get together again. An antique show,
I think it was.  Whatever.  Our friendship progressed. Slowly our contacts
with my co-workers diminished as our friendship with people outside my
office expanded. Likewise for those from Em's accountancy. There's no sin
in having friends outside one's own office. Is there?

Joey and I had joined the same gym, so we started working out at about the
same time. Then we would do a couple of beers, and take something home for
dinner from the deli or something a little nicer occasionally to allay any
problems with our brides. I mean I don't feel pecked or whipped at all, Em
is the love of my life and even if I do say so, a real babe.  Thirty-two.
Short blonde-ish red hair. Five foot seven.  Short blonde hair, a butt to
match the 34-C breasts, "perfectly proportioned" was a phrase invented to
describe her. The ice blue eyes are the topping on the treat.

But there's more to my wife Em. Where should I start? At the most important
place, her clit. It's huge!! Almost like a two-inch dick. Or should I
mention that she is one of the sweetest and shy women I have ever met. Or
maybe I should say how much I love her. Besides that it would be shame not
to mention how sweet her pussy tastes when she is secreting that magic
honey, also known as cunt juice, but that always sounds so gross.

Em can get so wet so quickly. At the slightest touch to her lips or
clit. And when I feel that, I have to taste it, and suck on her clit. Which
usually means she comes. Right then and there, on my hand, she gushes an
enormous amount of sweet, luscious pussy honey onto my hand, which I
usually transfer to my mouth before pushing my engorged cock into her.

But there I go off on a tangent again.

Now Sue, Joey's wife was another matter. Like I said, wherever they go as a
couple, they turn heads.  Sue is about five-ten. Brown eyes, long dark
hair, legs that seemed to go on forever. A pair of butt cheeks to die
for. Or hold onto all the time you were in her. And big, and I mean big,
D-cup breasts. Yeah, I know, D-cup and "big" sound redundant, but I've seen
them and you haven't so believe me, they are big! And so lickable,
suckable, loveable ... oh my ... but I digress. I'm a big fan of nipples
that will support a one-inch wrench socket, with big areola, and she was
that sort.

Joey? He is J. Randolph Carlisle at the office and in court, but just Joey
to friends and family.

Besides being 6' 2", he has short-cropped dark hair that is starting to
show enough gray to make it steely looking like his gray eyes, and a body
that is not only ripped but right hairy. His time in the gym pays off. In
any situation, he is one of the most aggressive people I've come into close
contact with, and his reputation is that he is a piranha in the courtroom.


So that's who they are and who we are. Ooops, I forgot me. I'm 33,
five-ten, working hard to keep my 32-inch waist, brown hair that borders on
blond every summer when the sun hits it a lot. The hair on my chest turns
blond sooner than what's on my head. Maybe I was meant to be a blond. Who
cares?  I'm Jackson Randall Parker. My friends call me Jack, my coworkers

call me Jackson to my face and "asshole" behind my back, but that doesn't
bother me because the partners in our investment banking firm call me
"brilliant" and "partner" which I am, the youngest in the firm's 100-year
history. At home Em calls me "hon" a lot.

As I was saying, the relationship had turned into a full-bore friendship.
Em and Sue did all sorts of things together, took pottery classes, and
threw some nice pots, too. They'd plan our weekend activities together
nearly every weekend. In addition, we freely shared our hopes, dreams, and
fears with each other.  Apparently we were each want the other needed, a
friend in whom we could confide, individually or together. It was like a
family, only better because we didn't have all that baggage from childhood
experiences that comes with being family.

Once when we were in the mountains to see the autumn colors, we rented a
small cabin overlooking a long valley. It was a magnificent view. Because
the view was so spectacular, we ate nearly every meal out on the large
deck/porch. We probably would have done that if only for the view, but the
restaurants nearby were the "straight from the freezer to the fryer" types.

Our first morning there, I made a pot of coffee and walked out to the box
to collect the little local newspaper. When I came back, Sue was on the
porch already, leaning back in a rocker, feet up on one of the benches at
the picnic style table, her head back just staring straight up a beautiful
blue morning sky with just a few wisps of clouds. She had on a t-shirt type
nightshirt that hung down from her extended legs. I walked over to the
other side the table, set my coffee down and sat down to read the local
news. I never saw the headline but what I did see was Sue's bare, shaved
pussy staring at me from between her slightly parted legs. I picked up the
paper, a little higher than I normally hold it to read, cleared my throat
and then took a sip of my coffee.

"This is going to be one fabulous day," Sue said, "Is the weather supposed
to be good tomorrow, too?"

"It says partly cloudy here", I said, my voice not sounding too strong or
direct. I couldn't get the sight of that tasty looking set of lips out of
my mind, and I knew that if I looked again, I wouldn't stop until I was
caught. So I became intensely focused on the local high school football
results, holding the sports pages open to block the view. But I had to put
it down to take another taste of the coffee. That's when I glanced again,
and Sue saw me. She just dropped her feet off the bench and said as casual
as you please, "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to be taking your picture."

I was startled at the lighthearted way she apologized. I mumbled something
and then she said, " Don't be so shy I don't mind your looking, I just
didn't realize I was flashing you." She stood up and said, "Want some more
coffee?" I shook my head, because I didn't think I would be able to say
anything intelligible. I was still transfixed by that sight. As she walked
away I noticed how snugly the little t-shirt nightie fit her well-rounded
bottom.  The recognition of how good was starting to make my jeans feel
tight. She returned a few minutes later with Em and Joey in tow.


"We need to plan today so we don't waste any of this beautiful weather,"
she said. Em seemed all enthused too. She stood there looking down the
valley where a light haze gathered near the treetops. She lifted her arms
up in the air, and stretched expansively, which lifted the top of her
little two piece pajama set up enough to expose the bottom of her breasts,
her cute little belly button and a lot of her smooth flat tummy, too. The
little short shorts she was wearing hugged each cheek of her butt
individually and tightly. I noticed that Joey had his eyes focused on
everything to be seen. If I hadn't been focusing on him, I could probably
have seen Sue gawking, too.

The day ended up being packing a backpack picnic and hiking the trails
along the ridges just down the valley from the house. That night everyone
was worn out and we ate lightly, pretended to watch TV and each of us dozed
off. The next morning, we packed up and headed back home to face another
workweek. It was uneventful except that there were two guys who kept
thinking about what they had seen of the other guy's wife. And liking it.

I made a mention of the stretch to Em that night, "That was quite a show on
the deck this morning."

"What?"  was all she said, making it obvious that she had no idea what I
was talking about.

"That big stretch that almost had your pj's up over your boobs," I
answered.

"Oh, that? Phooey, I feel like they are family. I never thought anything of
it, I just felt like stretching." She answered.

"Well, Joey sure seemed to like the way you did it," I said.

"Why do you say that?"  she said with a strange look on her face.

"I was watching him watching you, " I answered. "Even something in his
crotch seemed to be trying to watch."

"I don't know why he would be watching me, as good looking as Sue is, and
besides, did you see that t-shirt thing she had on? You could see right
through it? She wasn't wearing any undies." She said with a somewhat
scandalized sound in her voice.

"Yeah, I noticed. She wasn't."

"How do you know that?" Em asked in mock demand.

"She had her legs propped up on one of the benches when I went out there
with the paper first thing this morning."

"And you looked"

"Sure did. Clean shaven, too."

"Well it looks like you and Joey both got your eye-candy treats this
morning." She said, "I'm flattered that a good looking guy like him with a
gorgeous wife like Sue would even take the time to look at little old me."
She said and turned and went to the bathroom for a shower.  And that was
the end of that conversation for the moment. It would and did come up
again.

As I said, the ride home was uneventful, and the daily grind kicked in
early Monday morning.

On Tuesday, I was held up late at the office in a tough contract
negotiation with a valued customer. I arrived at the gym later than usual,
almost 8 PM. I was surprised to see Joey getting his bag out of the trunk
of his car. "Running late, too?" I called.

"Yeah, I was in court and then we had some stuff we had to do at the office
in preparation for tomorrow.  But I guess we can still get a good work out
in."

We changed quickly and hit the treadmill to a warm up. We went through
several Nautilus stations and then I spotted him on the free weights. As I
was standing over him, he looked up and said, "Not wearing a jock tonight?
It's a shame to be trolling when there's no one here."

He did have a straight shot up my shorts, and it was true I wasn't wearing
a jock, I had failed to put a clean one in my bag and figured I could get
by without one tonight since Joey and I were the only ones in the gym that
late.

"I'm not trolling, "I said, "Just left the clean one at home."

"Nice package, " he said wryly.  "If you prance around in the gym with no
jock, you should hear that from somebody." He added with a smile.

He finished up his set and then we switched places. I was trying to add
another ten to my bench press weights so I was slower than usual. Before I
was through, Johnnie, the guy who ran the gym came over with a set of key
in his hand.

"Hey guys, " have to leave early to pick up Rick from practice, could you
lock up for me?" he

said handing the keys to me without waiting for an answer, "That way I
don't have to throw you out until you are through.

"Sure thing," I said, "We are almost through anyway. How will I get the
keys back to you?"

"Oh, I have another set, just drop them off on your way home tomorrow
night. I'll lock the door on the way out. Don't forget to turn on the
burglar alarm with the little round key."

We exchanged good nights and I went back to pushing iron.

After a cool down on the treadmills we headed for the shower.


As I stripped down, Joey gave me crotch another long look.

"Sue said she gave you a crotch shot this week end and thought you were
going to choke on your coffee," he said.

"She told you that?" I said incredulously? " Well she had her legs propped
up and spread and when I sat down at the table it was .... Well ...."

"Don't go getting defensive on me, " Joey said, "She just mentioned that
she was day dreaming when you came out and suddenly realized she was giving
you a show without planning it. She wasn't upset that you looked, but she
was amused at how flustered you got that she mentioned."

"Well I guess so" I said, "A well lit look at a beautiful shaved one like
that right before my first shot of coffee in the morning.  It's a real
eye-opener"

He had a teasing look on his face when we said, "And I sure enjoyed Em's
stretching act, or was that an act?"

"She said she didn't even think about what she was doing, that she thinks
of you guys as family. "

"I'm flattered to hear that, I guess that means Sue and I were definitely
thinking incestuous thoughts."

I let that one lay there, picked up my towel and headed for the shower. It
was a big square affair with a central column that provided spray for four
bathers at once.

Joey opened up the valves on the one across from me and began to lather
up. He was still talking, "Yes, sir, Em sure has a perfectly proportioned
set of sweet looking tits, I'll bet you enjoy them often."

I found that I was still thinking about Sue's pouty shaved lips, so my
reply was unconscious, "Not as often as I used to."

"Why not? He asked. I turned towards him, wishing I had been more guarded
in my reply, but unwilling to shut him out, "Oh, just the effects of time,
I guess. In fact, we didn't get it on up there in the mountains at all. "

"What a shame, Sue and I sure did, I hope we didn't disturb you. He said,
"Why didn't you guys? You didn't seem to be fighting or anything."

"Oh Friday night she was afraid you guys would hear us and then she started
her period Saturday morning, so we waited ...  didn't want to mess up the
sheets in a rented place."  The honesty of my answer shocked me, but not
Joey.

"Yeah, it's a bummer when the painter is in town."

As he began to soap his stomach and crotch, it was apparent that all this
talk about women's bodies was affecting him like it was me. I was nearly
hard and trying to keep my back to him so he wouldn't notice. By contrast,
he didn't seem to care one way or the other whether I noticed or knew.

"But I'll bet it's really good when she's ready and able." He just kept on.

I thought about Em in the throes of an orgasm, about how warm and soft her
insides were when my dick was hilt deep in her and said, "It's fabulous!
But in the last few months, neither of us seems to enjoy sex as much as we
used to. "

"Well Sue and I have noticed that, too, but we keep looking for little
improvements and variations that keep our interest" he said and added "But
with a tool like yours, Em is not likely to lose complete interest any time
soon."

I looked down and saw that all eight inches of it was at full attention
and, against my will, staring at the ceiling with its one good eye.

"How long is that thing? " he asked, as walked around to my side of the
shower post.

By then my dick was aching for a little attention, and I began to stroke it
slowly, I mean why not it was only Joey and me here and the front door was
locked.

"Oh, I think we measured it at eight inches one night when Em asked me
that, "I answered.

"I wish I could say the same thing" he said as he began to stroke his cock
which was not as long, but much thicker than mine He just stood there,
close enough for me to reach out and touch him, me stroking my dick, him
stroking his. And him looking at mine, me looking at his.

Finally, he ended the silence and broke some of the tension by reaching
over and taking my cock in his hand and stroking it a couple of
strokes. "Now that feels like a real man sized dick," he said.

I was shocked at first, but the touch of a strange hand on my dick felt
good and when he rubbed his soapy fingers on the underside of the head, my
knees almost buckled. I let out a

soft sigh, and he said, "I hope that feels as good as it's supposed to."

"Oh, it does," just barely audible above the splatter of the shower.  He
moved more to my side so that we were standing sort of my hip to his
stomach, which let him adjust his grip to a more natural motion. I could
feel his erection pressing against my side. I was curious how it would

feel, so I reached over with my left hand and took the head of his dick in
my fingers and gave it a little massage.

"That really feels good," he half-moaned, half said. He increased the
frequency and length of his stroke on me so I tried to do the same for him,
but it didn't work well.

Then he moved his left hand behind me and began to stroke my butt cheeks.
After several rounds around the two of them, his fingers began to slide
down my crack and soon, I felt a finger gently rubbing my pucker. And
feeling good.  He removed the finger, soaped it up then inserted it right
into my anus. I jumped at first but it felt so good what with him stroking
my cock and now finger fucking me like Em does when she tries to give me a
blow job, I wasn't about to complain.

I was getting into a rhythm and began to fuck his fist a little. He pulled
my dick into the spray from the shower, washed the soap off, looked me in
the eye and said, "Would you rather fuck me than my fist?"

I tried to think about that for a moment and then he had himself turned
around, bent over and was beginning to guide the head of my dick into his
well-soaped ass hole. I had to push a little to get the head in but with
his help it popped in and my whole dick ran right into him until we

were bush to butt cheeks. It seemed incredible that my best friend who I
knew was straight was offering me his body for my personal pleasure and
satisfaction.

"Aaaahhhhhh" was all Joey said at first and then added, "I've been hoping
to get my hands on that big dick of yours for a long time now. "

I was surprised to hear that, had no idea he had been lusting after me, and
even though I was flattered and it made me feel good, it was nothing
compared to the feeling of my dick sliding in and out of his tight ass
hole. I was getting hotter with every stroke and I knew I was about to

come. I guess my breathing like I was tipped him off and he presented me
with an unexpected option, "Do you want to come right there or in my
mouth?" he asked.

Before I could answer, I plunged myself hip deep into him and began
shooting the first of several spurts of hot man juice into him.

As my gasps began to turn to normal breaths, he said, "Well, I guess that
answers that, doesn't it?"

I couldn't believe I had just fucked my best friend and that it all began
with us talking about how hot our wives were. I looked down at him and he
still had a massive hard on, veins

sticking out all over the place, big throbbing head. In spite of having
just ejaculated four days worth of cum into his ass, I was intrigued by his
dick and reached out to touch it again. He smiled at me and said, "Yeah,
I'd like to get that thing off."

 He moved me to the side and I began a rapid hammering of his cock with my
fist. It felt good in my hand and it felt good in my head to know I was
pleasuring my friend who had just given

me his body for my own pleasure. I could feel his cock harden even more and
the cum string on the bottom was beginning to stand up. Suddenly, I felt
the urge to taste his dick and his cum. It became an obsession that
increased in intensity with each stroke and I turned him by my grip on his
dick toward me and knelt and put his cock near my mouth. I have no idea
what

possessed me. I just did it, knelt there in front of him, the shower
pouring water down over my head and down my back. Then there was no turning
back. After all I was trying to pleasure my friend, and he was ready. I
plunged the head of his cock into my mouth.

Joey let out a big, "Oooooooo wow!" when I got the first three inches or so
in my mouth. He took my head in both hands and began a steady rhythm in and
out and in just a few strokes, he was shooting hot salty cum in my mouth.
It had a nice taste and left a little bit of a tingle on my tongue.

I wondered whether to swallow it or not, but my decision was made by Joey,
he plunged his softening but still hard dick into my mouth and it forced
the cum right down my throat.

"Now that's the way to take a shower," he said. He looked at me and said,
"Was that your first time with a guy?"

"Absolutely!" I assured him, "oh, you know, some of us would jack off in
front of each other when I was in Boy Scouts, but there was no touching
like we just did." I reached for my towel and continued, "I had always
thought of myself as 100% straight. But it looks like I was wrong," I said
as I licked some of his cum off my lower lip.

" Hey, we're straight, we're just two guys sharing our bodies with each
other. You obviously like a good body or you wouldn't take such good care
of yours, now would you?

"I hadn't thought of it that way," I said, "And I know I'm not about to
switch to guys only, so I guess you're right."

"Well you acted like you enjoyed it. I hope you didn't feel you were
obligated to get me off or anything."

"No, not at all, I didn't do anything I didn't want to, I am just amazed at
what I did and what I wanted to do. I guess Em ain't getting any tonight,
after that." I said with a smile.

"Oh, you might be amazed how horny you can get when you switch back and
forth in the same day," Joey said as he began to towel off. Then he turned
and said, "I thought you said she was on the rag."

"I did, and she is, but we have a rubber sheet in the basement for playing
at times like these.  We were hesitant on the road, not at home."

We finished up, shut the lights off then locked up and went our separate
ways home.

When I got there, Em was in the kitchen fussing with a new chicken salad
recipe.  She was standing there in a pair of cut off sweat pants and a
t-shirt with no bra. I love that look. I walked over to her, put my arms
around her, my hands going up under the t-shirt and cupping her breasts,
one in each hand.  As I began kneading them, my thumbs and forefingers
lightly twisting her nipples, she playfully said, "Welcome home big boy!"
As she said "big boy" she wiggled her butt against my crotch.

I said, "Mmmmmmm..." and nuzzled her neck with my nose, and then kissed
her, mouth open on her neck, which usually is a big turn on to her and me
too. This time was no exception. She leaned back into me, giving me better
access to her breasts. She just seemed to relax there, head back against my
chest, pressing her butt cheeks against my hardening dick and enjoying my
massage of her chest. Then one of her chicken and mayonnaise covered hands
drifted down to my crotch and gripped by rod that was stiff and all wadded
up in my briefs. I was vaguely conscious that I would probably have to send
the pants to the cleaners to get the mayonnaise out, but that was far below
my radar at the moment.


Quickly, she took my hands off her breasts, turned around and pulled my
head down to hers and planted a big, wet, open mouth tongue tangling kiss
on me. She began to press her crotch to mine, trying to rub her clit up and
down on my bulge. Our breathing was picking up frequency rapidly as my
hands were all over her back and then down into her sweats and gripping her
cheeks.

"Let's go down stairs where the sheet is, " she suggested. That told me
that her flow was still significant but she wanted to screw anyway.  I was
ready.

I left a trail of clothes all the way down the stairs and had only my
jockeys on when we got there. She pulled the t-shirt over her head shucked
the cut off's and then with thumb and forefinger, gripped the string of her
tampon, pull it out and tossed it in the commode in the basement bathroom,
saying, Well we won't be needing that, will we?"

I was seated on the edge of the bed with the rubber sheet, she came over,
put her arms around my neck and one foot at a time, put her legs around me
and sat down on my raging hard on. That was my cue to grip her butt cheeks
one in each hand and lift her up and down.  It was a good curl workout and
had some other significant benefits as well. It left her free to bury her
tongue in my mouth, rub her nipples on my chest, and wiggle her bottom back
and forth on the up and down strokes. Neither of us ever last very long in
this position, but the whole process was about pleasure not stamina. Even
though I work out two or three times a week, my arms are only good for so
many strokes. As she began to say "Oh!" louder and louder with each stroke,
I could feel that incredible tingle all over my lower section and I knew I
was going to come which I began to do as her "Oh's" ran into one long
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Her mouth was pressed against the hollow of my neck and
the volume of her cries was almost deafening in my ear.

I fell backwards on the sheet with her on top of me. Her hair was draping
over my head, creating a little bower in which there was only her face and
mine. "My, that was short and sweet," she said, then added "I guess maybe
torrid would be a better word than sweet."

She jumped up and said, "Let's take a quick shower and get something to
eat."

I followed her into the large shower in the basement bathroom, noticing
that there was hardly any red in my crotch, as I watched my spent tool
swing back and forth as I walked.