Tik List

I turn up at your house in the early afternoon. It’s a warm day and I am wearing a couple of t-shirts, a pair of combat trousers and boots. You smile at me, and I can’t help blushing slightly. You usher me in.
You offer me tea and I accept a glass of water. We sit in your kitchen. We don’t make too much small talk. We each know why I am here, and we are only passing time until we can get down to it.
I say that I only have a couple of hours before I have to set out for the airport. You smile and say that that’s plenty of time. I am trembling, almost imperceptibly - I haven’t been this excited since I was last on a first date.
“Just before we start,” you say casually, “what about ground rules? I mean, I assume nudity’s okay?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, feigning a casualness I don’t feel. “I don’t normally do this clothed anyway, so…”
“You said in your profile that sex was no problem…” you say tentatively. I smile and nod, a little nervous.
“No, I’m fine with that,” I say. “You can do what you like with me. Use me,” I add with a smile. You raise your eyebrows slightly and smile back. God, I am getting aroused.
“Okay then,” you say, standing up. “Shall we go in?”
I follow you into the living room. There on the floor is the paddling pool. I am taken aback by the dozens of pies laid out on every available flat space…the six buckets of cake batter in various glossy shades of dayglo pink, green and blue…the packets of eggs…
“Wow,” I say with a small nervous laugh, “is that all for me?”
“Why don’t you take off your clothes except for your t-shirt and shorts,” you say in a somewhat curt voice. “Then kneel in the paddling pool.” I am suddenly aware that we’ve started, and that our relationship has changed; you’re no longer the charming host, you’re the master, and I am no longer the anxious-to-please guest, I’m the victim.
I kneel down obediently and unlace my boots, then I take off my socks. I pull my black t-shirt over my head, revealing the cheap white one I bought in Marks and Spencer a couple of hours earlier. Then I slide my combats down my legs, revealing the blue boxer shorts I also bought, and am wearing in place of my ordinary boxers, which are in my bag. You smile that I’ve come prepared. I step gingerly over the pies and into the paddling pool, where I kneel.
I look up at you, fearfully. You pick up a box of a dozen eggs and come forward. I raise my head and look up at you. You take an egg out of the box and break it on my forehead. It slides down over my face and I shut my eyes, making a little gasp. You break another, then another, then another. The egg flows over my face, spilling down the front of my t-shirt, pooling in my lap and sliding down my bare legs. You break more and more eggs over my head, and then you tilt my head forward slightly and break them on the back of my head so that they slide down my back. I whimper. I have never done this with a man before, and I feel that you have total power over me.
When the box is empty, my head is covered with a thin coating of glossy egg white and burst yellow yolk. I raise my head and blink it out of my eyes. You can see the bulge in my shorts already.
“You want more?” you say, smiling cruelly.
“Oh yes please…” I sigh. You pick up a bucket of cake batter and raise it over my head. I lift my head and look up at it, knowing what you are going to do and half-wishing that you wouldn’t. You tilt the bucket and the pale green gunge pours out, flowing over my forehead and down over my face. I close my eyes and open my mouth wide to breathe as it covers my face completely, oozing swiftly down onto my t-shirt and into my lap. “Oh, God…” I gasp. I can’t see anything. When it has stopped flowing, you say “You can wipe your eyes,” and, gratefully, I do so.
As soon as my vision is clear, I can see the pie starting to move. It smashes into my face. “GLPPP!” I moan. You follow it up with one on each side of my head and a fourth one on the top. I kneel, shaking as you pie me. I wait for the pie-crust to fall off my face and as soon as I can breathe, I gasp and moan. The other ones slither down the sides of my head.
“Take off your t-shirt,” comes your voice, slightly muffled by the pie goop still covering my ears. I grab the hem of my now filthy t-shirt and pull it up over my head, stripping it off me. Now I am just in my shorts. My chest is smooth and white. You smash a pie into my chest and another in my face, smearing it up over the top of my head. “Oohhh!” I gasp. Then I feel you pull back the waistband of my shorts and push another cool, oozing pie over my bare arse, before letting the waistband snap back, then pulling it forward at the front and shoving another pie into my crotch, where it chills my swollen cock and balls. I cry “Ohh God!” - now you’ve done it, now you’ve shown how far you’re prepared to go.
I shiver, partly with arousal, partly with the cool gunge on my skin. You slap a pie into my face and plant another on the back of my head, squeezing them together, mushing the gunge into my eyes. I make a muffled “MMMBLL!” When you let go, the pies drop off.
I hear you step back a little. I am slightly stunned at what you’ve already done to me. I’ve only been in your flat for twenty minutes, and already my head is a shapeless mass of gunge, my chest is smeared with goo and my shorts are filled with melting pie mess.
“Take your shorts off,” you say. I rise up off my heels and, hanging my head in shame, I slowly slide my blue boxers down over my hips. I’m not wearing anything underneath them. I uncover my arse and my crotch, bits of cream and crust still mashed over them, and I slide the shorts under my knees, then down my legs and off, discarding them on the floor of the paddling pool. I sink down onto my heels again, naked, my hands in my lap. I know you are getting off on the sight of me, a young naked man, being humiliated like this, and so am I.
You hit my face with a pie sandwich, one on each side. Then you take my arms and pull them behind my back - the pies still clinging to my face - and you smash a pie, and then another one, over my exposed cock and balls. I gasp with the cold and the pies slide off my face. You slap another pie over my bare arse, for good measure, rubbing it well in. I’ve only been naked with other men a few times, and never done anything as humiliating as this.
You let me wipe the inches-thick gunge off my face, then you place a bucket of yellow cake batter in the paddling pool. It’s a big, wide, deep bucket. You take me by the neck and gently but firmly pull me forward so that I’m on my hands and knees, then you thrust my head all the way into the bucket of batter, until my forehead touches the bottom. It closes around my neck. I let out helpless bubbling sounds. Then you let go of my neck. I pull my head out, gasping for breath. My head is a completely shapeless blob of bright yellow gunge - you find it very arousing, with the rest of my naked body smeared with pies and gunge but still pink and slender and firm. There is just an O at the front of the yellow blob of my head, where I’m breathing through my mouth. You slam a pie into my face and I make a frustrated whimper. You sandwich my head with another couple of pies and land a fourth on the top, then you pie my chest and upper back, smearing it over my shoulders and neck. My hands are thrust into my crotch and I’m stroking my stiff cock and moaning.
You clear some of the gunge from my face, so I can see you. I look up at you, blinking the goo out of my eyes with my long eyelashes, and you break egg after egg over my face. I have to hold my breath and keep my eyes shut as they burst over my nose and brow, and when at last you have finished, you take a bucket of pink cake batter and simply turn it upside down and lower it over my head.
Everything for me goes dark and muffled and sweet-smelling. The cool batter is flowing over my naked body and I can’t see or hear a thing. I just know that you are watching your naked victim kneeling in the pool of gunge, helplessly aroused as you mess him up more and more.
You lift the bucket off my head and I blink, moaning “Ooohhh…” as the pink gunge slithers down over my hips and into the crack of my arse. “Stand up,” you say sharply. I struggle to my feet - the three-inch pool of gunge on the floor of the paddling pool is slippery - and I stand docilely with my hands by my sides.
You approach me with a pie in each hand. You crouch down and, to my surprise, you pie my still relatively clean calves. Then you pie my knees and thighs, then my arse, then my groin, then my belly, and so on until, slowly and methodically, you have pied every last clean inch of my naked body, finishing me off with one on the back of my head, one on each side, another on the top and a last one smack in my face. “Ummhhh…” I whimper behind the round, brown pie-crust as it hangs on my face. Abruptly it is broken up by a second one. I can feel the weight of the gunge on my head. I stagger a little.
A pie is pushed into my groin and smeared around, sensuously. I moan. You pie me there again, rubbing it in. Then I feel your hands on my shoulders, pushing me down.
I get to my knees, and then I can feel the heat of your body through your t-shirt and shorts, close to me - then your cock is pushing through the mask of pie-crust and goo and pushing at my lips. I open my mouth in surprise and you push in, your stiff cock filling my mouth. “MMMFFF!!” I squeal. You hold my head and I grasp your legs as you begin to fuck my mouth. I wrap my tongue around your cock and taste the whole length of you as you pump into my mouth. The pie is slowly oozing off my face - I feel the lumps of crust fall away, I blink, and I can glimpse your belly through a thin veil of cream - I look up at you, trying to see your face, but you humiliate me by pushing another pie down over my eyes, even as I’m sucking you off. I moan.
You have me where you want me - naked, covered from head to foot in gunge, utterly filthy and allowing you to take my mouth. At this moment, I would let you take me anyhow you wanted to. I shudder and whimper as I caress your cock with my tongue and lips and suddenly you seem to know what I want you to do, because you pull out of me.
“You want me?” you ask, your breathing harsh and urgent.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Where do you want me? You want me to fuck you in your boy-pussy, is that it?”
“Oh yes please,” I say, excited.
“Are you my bitch?” you rasp into my ear.
“Yes I am,” I sob.
“Say it! Say you’re my messy little bitch!”
“I’m your messy little bitch,” I whimper, and you shove me back so that I sprawl in the gunge on the floor of the paddling pool. You are far from tender. You roll me onto my belly and make me kneel, facing away from you, then you pick up a pie with one hand and grab my hips with the other, shoving your cock between my gooey, besmeared buttocks. I can’t believe I am letting you do this to me, but I want it so much, I want you to enter me.
Fortunately, we are both well lubricated. I gasp with the pain as your cock stabs my tight anus, but then I feel you slithering up inside me, filling my arse with your stiff cock, splitting me, and it feels fantastically dirty and forbidden. I moan with lust as you quickly and roughly shag me in my arsehole. “Oh Jesus!” I groan, with a mixture of agony and ecstasy, and the pressure of you inside me is making my cock build up, there is nothing I can do, I am so aroused by you taking me like this - and then you push the pie into my face and I feel you coming inside me, and I can’t help it anymore, I come helplessly all over the floor of the paddling pool, moaning muffled into the pie you are holding in my face. My legs give way and I collapse, sprawling on my belly, my face falling into the pool of gunge, you on top of me, your cock still firmly up my arse. I give a delirious little gurgling whimper.
You are panting. I think we were both surprised by how it ended. Gingerly, you pull out of me and stand up. I raise my blinded face out of the pool of goo and gasp for breath.
“You okay?” you ask softly.
“Oh yeah,” I pant. And the only visible feature on my face is a huge, blissful smile.
Thirty minutes later, I’ve showered and have finished dressing. Nobody would ever know that I had been made to strip, been pied and gunged all over my naked body, and had my mouth and my arse taken by an almost total stranger. I am clean and respectable again. I help you with some of the cleaning up, then I have to get the Tube. You see me off at the door of your flat, and we smile warmly at each other.
I go down the stairs, my arsehole still tingling slightly from you fucking me. As I get to the hallway on the ground floor, I stop and take out my phone. I have to text my girlfriend about meeting me at the airport. When she asks me “Have a good trip?”, I wonder what I’m going to tell her…

Author’s note: Warning! This story contains a mild drug reference. If this offends you, you’ve been warned. We join the story again with Audrey Porter on the previous day. Unlike the previous two parts, this one will be in third person. This is my attempt at actual character development… sex included, some assembly required.
Phylicia was gone. She had apparently woken up first and left in a hurry from the house. Audrey sat up in her bed, struggling with this concept for a while. She also struggled with the fact that she had just had sex on that bed. Not only sex, but lesbian sex. Both, in fact, were a new experience for her. And now, for whatever trained expression she had on her face, inside she was a tornado of thoughts and questions.
The first and most obvious question was why. Why in the world would she want to be with a woman? She had liked men all her life. She had always expected to have a traditional wedding with all her family at a nice church in her home town. Doves would fly alongside their car after the ceremony. Family and friends would hurl rice into the air as she and her newlywed husband would laugh together and dream about their future. They would both enjoy a beautiful sunset for their honeymoon, in some tropical paradise, far, far away. Suddenly, all of that was impossible. Her father wouldn’t pay for a gay wedding. She stopped thinking about that.
The second question, perhaps even more eluding, was how. How in the hell did she manage to seduce, or be seduced by, another woman? She couldn’t even really remember how it all happened. One minute she was doing homework with a girl from the field hockey team. The next, she was in some lustful trance giving oral sex to this same girl. It didn’t fit. It didn’t fit at all. And now she had to make sense of it. She had no idea Phylicia swung that way. It was hard to tell just by looking at her. Perhaps, she thought, it was that way with all dykes.
Audrey shook her head. This was irrelevant. She was frustrated thinking about the situation, trying to rationalize it. With every problem laid a reasonable answer and explanation. Every situation you could dream up, you could also analyze it. That was how she thought. Or, at least, how she tried to think. Sometimes though, she thought, it was tougher. She didn’t feel like thinking about it. But, she knew what she did feel like doing.
She stood up from her bed and stretched. No problem was so bad it couldn’t be dealt with one way or another. She thought of how Phylicia might be handling it right now. How she might react if she was told that this whole mess was a big mistake. She would probably be very upset, Audrey thought. For a second, she imagined that Phylicia wasn’t a lesbian, and that perhaps something similar was going on in her mind. The thought passed.
Outside, her butane lighter made its usual sound. Its blaze lit up the inside of the marble bowl; then followed with the usual sound of her breath, inhaling almost violently. It really was a beautiful pipe, she thought. Her cousin had bought it for her in Mexico. Its rigid tube was made to be the stem of a flower; the bowl portion was fashioned like the bloom. The workmanship on it almost made you forget what it was intended for. She was becoming more relaxed already.
Marijuana hadn’t been part of her vocabulary for very long. Stuart had introduced her just last summer during a family camping excursion. Her cousin lived in Windsor and only visited one or twice a year with the family. During his stay, she’d caught him several times in the little gully behind their house. At first he denied it, then tried to get Audrey to smoke after he’d admitted what he was doing. Of course she was reluctant at first. But eventually self-discipline gave way to curiosity.
Besides, it was fun to have a secret from everybody, as long as it wasn’t being gay. She chuckled at that, and, for a second or two, pondered what her father might be angrier about if he ever found out. Suddenly the situation didn’t seem so bad, and then, the familiar relief came flooding back to her mind all at once. She was lifted above her problems for now, except for ridding this awful smell. Concentrating hard, she stowed the pipe and remains into a plastic bag, then into a thermos.
Later that night, after dinner, and homework, she sat watching T.V. and remembered her mother for the first time that day. Clenching her teeth, she tried to concentrate on the commercial. To no avail however, this was tougher. Gently, she wept, thinking about what her mother might have said about her beautiful flower pipe.
The next day was gorgeous. The sun rose beautifully, cloudlessly. The morning was chilly and March still brought frost to the car windows and ran down the gutters of the house. The ground was frozen, and Audrey sat on her roof, watching. The sun rise was early, 6:22 AM. She wouldn’t miss it. For some reason, the sun rise was important today. Her father was still off on business, and she figured she’d be back inside before kids started to pass the house on their way to school. Some things were tougher.
She decided not to go to school, for better or worse. She still needed some time to think. This wasn’t like her at all. She hated sitting around, and she hated being stuck even more. Usually the problem would’ve unraveled itself in her mind already. Instead, her brain stammered. Now, she envied herself from yesterday, with her biggest problem being from chapter seven, somewhere in the mess of textbooks downstairs.
And, whatever it was worth, she thought after a time, Phylicia Spelman had given her an unclear lesson of EMF.
The sunrise came and went, and Audrey Porter descended her roof. Inside, she put on the kettle. For some reason she’d be having cravings for tea. It seemed to fit now, she thought. And as she dipped into the living room to turn on the fireplace, she was startled by a familiar voice.
“You’re up early,” her father’s heavy Norwegian accent filled the room. He sat on the wicker rocking-chair in the corner. Looking up from his newspaper, unrocking and silent, his eyes pierced into his daughter.
“Father,” she hid surprise, “I thought you weren’t back until tomorrow.”
“I cancelled the last conference,” the important man turned his gaze to the fireplace, “I was able to catch a connecting flight last night. I was in early this morning.” He looked back to the paper and shuffled in his chair.
“Why’d you do that?” Audrey usually didn’t ask about the work.
“Aren’t you happy to have me home early?” His eyes remained locked on the politics section of the paper.
“Yes, of course,” she replied lightly, smiling.
“How did your test go the other day?”
“Fine.”
“That’s good Audrey,” his voice trailed off as he became suddenly more interested in whatever article he was reading. Audrey returned to the kitchen to attend to the water. Malachi Porter, who had married young, had his wife taken from him eight years after Audrey was born. His past and present life was practically a mystery to his daughter. He never told, and she never asked.
“I’m not feeling very well at all today,” she returned with her tea and sat down on the white loveseat.
“Ah, you’re not sick,” he reassured her, turning a page.
“No Dad. I think I really am. I was throwing up last night,” she lied. Audrey cuddled her tea against herself, reached for a blanket.
“Well if you say so,” he looked above his glasses at her, folded the newspaper, “I’m going to get ready. If I’m lucky, I can get in a full day at the office.” He left the room with his paper, and headed upstairs to the shower.
Audrey finished her tea. She went to her room feeling inadequate. She half-slept the rest of the day. Early in the afternoon, she dreamt about Phylicia and her mother playing field hockey against her in the state tournament. She lost. Phylicia and her mother won. And her father laughed at her from the stands, smoking a flower pipe.
A 15-minute walk away, at roughly the same time, another girl was dreaming about Audrey. She held a vegetable and a hose-style shower head, and was very much awake. She was enjoying herself. And just as Audrey saw her father laughing in the stands of the state finals; Phylicia was climaxing, accepting, after a short ordeal, being gay…
Another night passed. Before this though, Phylicia had spoken with her parents, Malachi had gotten in a full day of work, and Audrey had smoked another quarter bag. Just after dawn, clouds settled into the valley. The forecast was a rainy Friday. Phylicia woke a lot happier than she had the day before. Her parents would be distressed, she knew.
“It’s just, I don’t know what it means,” she had said the night before, tearfully.
“That’s fine honey,” her mother had taken her usual ‘concerned’ tone; “we don’t expect you to. But we’re very happy you told us this.” Her mother’s brown wavy hair was the closest thing to looking like her daughter. And really, Phylicia had gotten her hair from her father anyway. Her mother was tall, and her body easily revealed the repercussions of childbirth.
“Yes we appreciate it very much. We want you to know we’re always here for you, whatever problems you might be having. And, if you ever don’t feel like talking to us, you can always spend a weekend at your dad’s house if you want, and talk to him.” This was Phylicia’s mother’s boyfriend talking. Her parents had split two years ago. It had been relatively painless, and she actually like them better apart as it happened.
“Yeah I know. Like I said, I just don’t know what this means. I’m not a total lesbian or anything, you know?” the words came awkwardly to her. She was no longer crying, “I just need to see where this is going with Audrey.”
She had felt much better after talking with Vince and her mother. They were understanding and supportive enough. And the more she thought about the situation lately, the more it made sense. Her attraction to Audrey was real. And as she remembered the fantasies she had as a younger girl, she realized that many of them involved envy of other girls.
A small complication was that she couldn’t really place what turned her on about people in general. She still liked men. That was certain. She would always like men. But of the girls she liked and envied, she found herself strongly attracted to them. More thought about this had to be done later, she decided.
Phylicia was a little nervous as she left the house that morning. She wore contacts, and left her long, curly, light brown hair down. She decided to wear a light rose colored tank-top with white jeans and her very sleek black belt. Today was going to be a good day. Or, at least, it would be if she saw Audrey. Socks though, she would wear socks anyways.
A little ways away in her own house, Audrey Porter was ready. She’d made excellent time on her morning routine. And somehow, sometime during the night, her homework had been finished with painstaking effort. Efficient and deadly, today she’d wear a dark grey long sleeve shirt and one of her typical black skirts. She packed her grey trench coat for the grey skies, couldn’t be too careful. Black hair, brown eyes and grey clothing. No chopsticks today though, perhaps, just hairpins.
She strode out the door stoic and confident. The march to school was short, and hopefully the day would be too. With any luck she’d be able to hand in her physics homework late with no trouble, and get this Phylicia business out of the way.
The day passed quickly in the beginning for both girls. They didn’t see each other until the early afternoon, lunch time, when the girl in black happened to notice Phylicia standing further down the hall. Audrey moved up on her quickly. Standing behind her, she said, “Phylicia.”
“Audrey,” she said turning around, a little panicked, “I’m glad I got to see you today actu…” she was cut off.
“I’m sorry,” Audrey said abruptly, “if you got the wrong idea from the other day.” Her face hid a deep pain. Phylicia could feel her heart sink. It felt like the muscle of happiness that had been gripping her brain so hard this past day, had suddenly completely let go, leaving her totally alone, and exposed to this new anguish.
“Umm, yeah. It was a bizarre night. I’m sorry for leav…” cut off again.
“Don’t apologize. I just wanted to make sure we are okay.”
Phylicia hesitated for a second, and then objected. “Well Audrey,” she said with some difficulty, “I really think we need to talk about this some more.”
The thought struck her like a baseball bat. “Uh, I don’t see why,” she said this nicely.
“For god sakes Audrey.”
The black-haired one hesitated, then spoke, “Alright. Fine.” She took a deep breath, “I’m free after school.”
“Good. Meet me by the front doors. I’ll talk to you later.” She was learning how to deal with this girl. It felt good to be able to talk about this sort of thing at least half maturely.
The last class was longer. After making some plans with her friends, Phylicia met Audrey at the front door. They both agreed to walk to Phylicia’s house; it was on the way to Audrey’s anyhow. Phylicia Spelman was used to getting a ride home from one of her friends.
“So what exactly did you want to talk about?” she wanted this over. They both sauntered down the road. The sky was still grey, and the lazy pace of the two girls walking down the quiet street went unnoticed.
“I think you know,” Phylicia said very matter-of-factly.
“Look, I don’t know why it happened. I don’t have an answer, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“I don’t want an answer,” Phylicia stopped walking a moment, “I just want to know how you feel.”
Audrey paused, and stopped a few paces up. Without turning around she said, “Fine then. I feel annoyed. I feel that this is too complicated and that we should forget about everything that happened that day.”
“Wow,” Phylicia looked up for a moment, “I couldn’t imagine what it would be like. To be able to push something like that down. That’s amazing,” she said sourly.
“What do you suggest Phylicia? I’m not a lesbian.”
“Then what are you?” she looked back down at the other girl in front.
Audrey hesitated, then began walking again. After a short time, Phylicia Spelman followed.
“Well what are you then huh?” she repeated. She continued her pursuit, “Audr…”
“Fuck you.” Audrey wheeled and turned around. She had her father’s eyes at that moment, piercing into the other girl, “I don’t know. What the hell are you?” She was clearly getting upset. Her hard, trained manner was wavering, but she was still composed.
“Hey,” Phylicia retaliated, “until two days ago, I was straight. But some things have happened since then that can’t just be ignored,” unflustered. She surprised herself with this. “I can’t ignore what happened.”
“Well I don’t know what to say to you.” She turned around again, facing away.
“You could say that it meant something to you, at least.” Her eyes darted around looking for an answer somewhere on the quiet suburban street. “I mean, god. At least say you had fun.”
“No.”
This was extremely frustrating. Phylicia clenched a fist. “That’s impossible Audrey. I was there too. We were both having fun. We were both really into each other. I know I was in love with you for those few moments. We were both in love with each other. We both…” now this would be the most difficult thing she’d ever have to say in her whole teenage life. She took her time, preparing herself for her own word. Taking a deep breath, she said, “…came.”
Audrey Porter closed her eyes at that, and sighed deeply. This was definitely not how she thought the conversation would go. Some things were tougher.
“Yes I know,” she said, almost sadly. She began walking again, and things were silent for a long time. Phylicia let go of the fist and jogged to catch up. The mood turned suddenly, from hostile to a kind of mourning. They passed seven or eight more houses before anything was said again.
“I know,” she repeated. “I loved it,” she was admitting this to herself as much as to Phylicia. She spoke slowly, and softly, “It was fantastic. No one had paid that much attention to me in such a long time.” She looked at the ground as she spoke, “I know it looks like I have lots of friends. But I don’t really. They’re mostly acquaintances. I only talk to them at school.”
Phylicia paid close attention, forgetting that they were passing her house.
“I know what they all think of me though. They hate me. They think I’m a bitch.”
“I don’t think you’re a bitch,” Phylicia said this as nicely as she could. Despite this, the other girl stopped again, and gave her an unmistakable look of disbelief.
“No, really. You’re not,” she half lied. Things were a lot more complicated now than they had been, and there was a lot left to learn still about this girl. There had to be reasons.
Audrey smiled. One unicorn down… and hot-damn, it didn’t even ruin the sweater.
“Thanks Phylicia. You know, you’re not so bad yourself,” she said, more emotionally.
The two girls reconciled on their way to Audrey’s house. They didn’t really talk about how Phylicia hadn’t gone home. They were both hoping it wouldn’t come up. Besides, they wanted to talk some more, and Malachi wouldn’t be home for a couple hours yet.
They took a very long route to Audrey’s house. The detour added another fifteen minutes roughly. As they walked and talked, the mood lightened. They talked about the field hockey team, and the season they were having. They talked about their houses they lived in, and a little about their families. Phylicia learned that the girl’s mother had passed away roughly ten years ago. She was the first one her age to console Audrey about that.
It started raining as the girls approached Audrey’s street. In a minute, a light rain had turned heavy, and now both girls ran to relieve themselves of the downpour. Phylicia’s light tank top became drenched and even a little translucent as they ran together under Audrey’s coat. After the half hour talk, they were both ready for some more brilliant tea. They approached the newly built house laughing.
“Oh gawd, Audrey, I’m soaked!” Phylicia managed. She felt her shirt clinging to herself. She was aware of how she looked, but honestly, she was unhurried to do anything about it.
Audrey had taken the pins out of her hair. She let it fall down the whole way, drenched. Phylicia noticed for the first time just how long it was. Her straight black hair had never looked better than now, in the pouring rain. And then, at that moment, Phylicia decided that Audrey had never looked better, her black hair running soaked all the way down her back.
“Oh so am I.” she said laughing, taking a look at herself for the first time in a while. She fumbled for her keys in her bag. Hardly even able to see, she pulled them free, and let them both into the house.
Breathing hard, they burst into the house, both sopping wet. They stood in the entrance for a few minutes, ringing off clothing and still laughing. Audrey took in the other girl standing in front of her. Slowly, the giggling receded, and suddenly she felt the urge to say something she’d been meaning to for the past half hour.
“Phylicia.” The other girl recognized the serious tone; she stopped and looked up at Audrey. They both looked beautiful. “I just wanted to say… I’m sorry.” Before Phylicia could say anything, she continued, “I’m sorry for making you do… anything you didn’t want to.”
“No, no Audrey. Don’t be sorry, please. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“No really. It’s just that…” her words trailed off. She looked at the other girl for some sign that she knew what she was talking about.
“I know,” Phylicia said simply.
For the first time in two days, the girls touched each other. Audrey fell into Phylicia’s arms and they hugged in the foyer for a time. Phylicia could feel the girl’s nipples through the soaked clothing. She must be freezing, she thought, then wondered if hers might feel the same.

One of the most exciting aspects of a new relationship is discovering intimacies, little secrets and fantasies about your new lover and sharing yours. My husband and I had been married for six months and enjoyed an exciting sex life and had since we first made love a year before. Twenty-nine at the time we married and my husband, a widower, was eighteen years my senior. He is a wonderful lover and pays close attention to my reactions during sex. We have been good for each other with him teaching me to slow down and enjoy life in general and sex in particular while I have taught him to loosen up so to speak. I have been a home nudist all my life and being nude all the time was something he had to get comfortable with and has. We are both nude whenever we are alone and he now strips off his clothes as soon as he can.
We had rented a cabin on the Oregon coast on a bluff over looking the ocean. The living room wall facing the ocean was all glass providing a wonderful view. I couldn’t help myself but to make love to my sexy husband right there on the floor as soon as we arrived.
Later we went out to dinner that night and on the way back to the cabin Jim ask if I would like to rent some movies to take back with us. I agreed knowing we couldn’t make love every minute we were there for the week. We browsed through the movies then Jim noticed a back room with café doors and a sign-indicating adult’s only.
“How about a porno flick?” he asked jokingly.
I have never been to keen on porno movies but decided to tease him back. “Running out of ideas are you?” I asked teasingly.
“Could be.”
“Sure.” I said meeting his challenge. “You never know, we might discover something we haven’t already thought of.”
Well, neither of us is familiar with porno movies so we chose several based on the picture on the box. Once home and nude I decided to call his manly bluff and got out the movies.
“Anyone in particular you want to see first?” I asked with a devilish grin.
He indicated I should pick so without fan-fair I put one in the VCR and took a seat next to him on the sofa. As everyone knows there is seldom a real plot to a porno movie and this one was no different but the just of it was the hubby comes home to find his wife and a female friend making love on the sofa. He of course tried to be shocked but was soon right in the middle of all the action and loving every minute of it.
The little secret Jim was to about to discover about me is, I have always been curious about other women and have several fantasies involving other women and one in particular, Lynn, a life long friend of mine. All this was doing was creating additional fantasies for me. I was getting excited watching the three of them on the screen and surprisingly found my hand at my pussy slowly rubbing my outer folds. As I said before, Jim is a very attentive lover and noticed my heightened excitement. He placed his arm around my neck letting his hand rest on my breast.
As the movie progressed, they changed positions many times. The two women started out by stripping the man and sucking on his dick. Then the wife, I think it was the wife anyway, was riding his tongue while the friend continued to suck his dick. My mind was now creating new fantasies at an alarming rate. The people on the screen were no longer strangers. I envisioned them being Jim and me with Lynn. I was now far beyond excited. I was hot as hell and had two fingers buried deep in my pussy.
Jim was rolling my hard nipple between his fingers as I watched them change positions once more. This new position finished me. I had to have his dick inside of my burning pussy. The man was setting with his butt on the edge of the sofa and the friend was riding his dick facing away from him. The wife was now on the floor between their legs licking her friend’s pussy and her hubby’s dick as they fucked each other.
Unable to stand it any longer I mounted Jim the same way impaling myself on his beautiful eight-inch dick. The man had his hands all over the woman’s breasts so I reached for Jim’s hands and brought them to my own. Once I had his hands securely in place at my breasts my hands flew to my pussy. I watched intently. So intently I could almost feel Lynn’s tongue on my clit.
“I wish you could lick my pussy while your dick is fucking me like that,” I said surprising even myself.
“Well love I afraid that’s impossible. That would take a third person. No to mention it would have to be another woman because I don’t want another man’s mouth that close to my cock.”
Well that little piece of information did nothing to cool the burning fire in my pussy. I could hold back no longer and began to hump my husbands dick hard and fast. Screaming in shear pleasure I exploded drenching Jim’s dick and my fingers with my juices. Jim was thrusting his dick deep inside me and I felt his gentle kisses and tongue licks on my back as wave after wave of pure pleasure shot through my body like lightning bolts.
I fell off to the side and lay on the sofa with my pussy facing Jim. My hands covered it as if they were trying to keep that wonderful feeling from escaping. Jim stood then leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. He then slipped his arms under my back and legs and lifted me off the sofa.
“I think we better get you to bed baby,” he said after standing with me in his loving arms.
I said nothing as I nuzzled my head into his neck as he carried me to the bedroom. After placing me in the middle of the bed he moved to the foot of the bed and spread legs. Moving up he lay on top of me and began kissing my face and neck. I wanted more of that wonderful dick and reached between us guiding it to my pussy. With the head nuzzled between my pussy lips he thrust forward burying it deep inside me. My legs flew straight up and he placed them on his shoulders.
Slowly he began to move back and forth sliding his dick out until the head was about to slip out then thrusting forward again until he hit bottom. I locked my ankles behind his head and met his slow deliberate thrusts. Our pace quickened then slowed driving me insane. Grinding my pussy into him as he hit bottom I was soon ready to explode again.Suddenly he stopped his slow thrusts just as I was about to be hit by a strong orgasm.
“Something in that movie sure has got you hot Baby,” he said pulling back just enough so I couldn’t grind my clit into him.
A loud moan was all I could muster in response as I tried to thrust upward enough to put pressure on my clit. My reaction told him he was right. Something in that movie certainly had gotten me hot. But he seemed to be more than just a little excited to. Questions filled my mind. Was it the fact I was so excited or was it something else? Was this a fantasy of his to? Had he been with two women before?
“What got you going Baby? There was something in that movie you liked,” Jim persisted as I continued straining to grind my clit into him.
“Yes!” I blurted out.
Did I say that? Oh my God! He was in control and I knew it. He had complete control of me physically and mentally and he knew it. I wanted him to stop asking questions or did I. I was getting hotter by the second.
“Is that a fantasy of yours Baby?” I heard him ask.
My answer came not in words but in the form of my actions. I reached for his ass and grabbed both cheeks pulling him deep inside me again. I held him tight to me grinding my pussy into him.
“Anyone in particular Baby? Lynn maybe?”
Oh God! Does he know? Do I talk in my sleep or does he just know me that well? That was all I could take. My ankles unlocked from behind his neck and my feet hit the bed. With my knees drawn up I began to buck raising my hips off the bed. The only thing I was aware of was his dick pumping in me fast and hard. Meeting him thrust for thrust I screamed. My body quivered as my orgasm hit sending wave after wave of pure pleasure from my head to the tips of my toes.
Our thrusting slowed as my orgasm began to pass but neither of us was done. I had questions to and have learned just how to get things out of him. I rolled us over setting up on him with his dick still snuggly tucked in my pussy. I began to slowly rock back and forth on him. Looking deep in his eyes I saw a man that was enjoying himself and quiet pleased with the information he had just extracted from me. I had been reluctant to tell him about my curiosity of being with other woman and Lynn in particular. But now that he had gotten it out of me and was obviously not upset by it I decided to find out just how happy he was to learn about this side of me.
“You’re a naughty boy. You know I can’t resist telling you anything you want to know when you have me in that position,” I said trying to chastise him.
“Yes I know,” Jim, said still quiet pleased with himself.
I love this position as it puts me in control. I can control the tempo of our lovemaking and therefore his mind as well. We have learned many things while engaged in these two positions and I was determined to learn something about him now. I wanted to know what had turned him on so and if he had the same fantasy as I do. I even wanted to know if he had ever been with two women before and if so who. My hands caressed his chest as I continued rocking on his dick. I could tell he was rapidly falling under my control as I picked up the pace a bit.
“Someone else got more than just a little excited to I think. Something in that movie caught your attention Sweetie?” I bluntly asked.
“Maybe,” he teased.
“Maybe? I think more than maybe. I think you got turned on at the thought of making love to two women. Having two women pleasing you,” I said in a controlling voice.
“Well it is every red blooded males dream. ” He replied somewhat sheepishly. “Or so they say.”
“That’s what I hear to Sweetie. One of your dreams is it? You wouldn’t have anyone in particular in mind would you? Or is it more? Have you had some experience in this area? Bring back some old memories maybe?” I asked as if I already knew his story.
Uh oh. That hit a nerve. He had that look of a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar and I knew there was something he hadn’t told me regarding this. Of course we had never discussed this before but now that my little secret was out in the open and I had him right where I wanted him, I wasn’t about to let this chance to extract his little secret slip away.
Bracing myself on his chest I began to rise slightly on his dick and slide back down. Our eyes locked as I continued to gently hump his dick. His eyes were searching for the answer to just how serious I was about the questions I was asking. They seemed to be asking if he could trust me with the answer. His attempt to increase the tempo told me I was on the right track.
“Come on Sweetie,” I continued to press him. “It is a fantasy of yours isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he answered looking deep in my eyes.
“Mmmm. I hope I’m one of the women in your fantasy,” I said offering some encouragement for him to continue.
“Of course,” he said as a slight smile crossed his face.
“Oh my. And just who else is in this little fantasy of yours. Lynn perhaps?” I asked with a huge smile on my own face.
“Would you mind?” He asked with some reluctance in his voice.
“Not at all Sweetie.” I said now more relaxed about our topic of conversation. “You already know she is the one in mine.”
“And does your little fantasy include Lynn and I making love?” I asked hoping for an affirmative answer.
“Would you think I’m weird if I said yes?”
“Not at all Sweetie. Do you get turned on at the thought of two women making love?” I asked this time praying for an affirmative answer.
“Yes. I love the idea of two women making love to each other,” he finally confessed.
“YES!” I yelled out to myself. Could this be true? The man I love so deeply sharing the same fantasy as I of having another woman join our lovemaking. And especially knowing Lynn is the other woman.
What should I do now? How should I proceed? I don’t want him to think I’m to eager. The hell I don’t. I want him to know I’m eager to learn more about his fantasy but I don’t want scare him and let this chance slip by either.
“So you kind of like Lynn I take it?” I asked restraining my excitement.
“Yes I like her. She’s a very nice lady,” Jim said not committing to more.
“And very beautiful to. Does she turn you on? ” I said still gently humping his dick. “She certainly gets my fire burning.”
“Yes she does.”
“What about her turns you on so much Baby?” as if I had to ask.
Lynn is a beautiful woman. Five feet eleven inches tall with shoulder length dark blonde hair and the sexiest green eyes I’ve even seen. Not to mention those sexy long legs that rise up from her feet forming that gorgeous 36d-25-35 figure of hers.
“Everything that turns me on about you Love. She is another you in every way.”
We are just alike. We look alike. I’m 5′ 10″ and she’s 5′ 11″. We are about the same build at 145 pounds and we even think alike often saying the same thing at the same time. We are two peas in a pod as my father used to say. About the only thing different about us is the one-inch height difference and she is a 36b while I am a 36c. The more we talked the more questions I had but right now this little confession had me hot and on my way to a strong orgasm so they would just have to wait.
As the week progressed Jim learned everything about my feelings and desires toward other women and Lynn in particular. He managed to get everything out of me including the fact that Lynn and I do have some experience together. As kids and then young ladies we masturbated together and masturbated each other sometimes. He learned we never had oral sex with each other but I had wanted to so badly. I told him how our times together stopped when she went back east to college but we never stopped talking about our sex lives and still do. He was a little surprised at how much I had told her about our sex life but was turned on by it.
I learned things about Jim to. I found out that he had been with two women before and in fact lived with two women over a year when he was in the Army in France. One of them was an older woman as he was nineteen when he met them but the other lady was just a year older the he. He credits the older woman with any ability he has as a lover saying she acted as a teacher for him and the other girl.
If I ever get the chance to meet her she will get a big hug and kiss for the fine job she did teaching him to. I was not a virgin when we married by any means but no man has ever made love to me like this man. He told me he had always wanted another experience with two women but his wife was as straight as they come and repulsed by the idea of two women together not to mention was not about to let him have another woman.
We have been married almost five years now and have continued to talk and fantasize about Lynn and other women. We even have a game where we pick out women we see in public and ask the other for their opinion of them as well as use them for new fantasies. Lynn of course has been to topic of many discussions and fantasies over the years. Jim has always encouraged me in this area and has told me I should go for it with Lynn. She has come to visit many times and in the last year her visits have increased in frequency and length. It seems the more we are all together the more comfortable we have become with each other.
Lynn and I have been teasing Jim for sometime now. Our swimsuits keep getting smaller, our dresses and skirts shorter and our shorts tighter and shorter. I know I have been doing this for her benefit as well as Jim’s and I believe she is doing the same for me. She has said to me many times if I ever toss Jim out to make sure her address is in his coat pocket. I have responded by telling her I would never toss him out but I might be willing to share. This has changed to I “would” be willing to share as her interest level seemed to increase.
Thanks to my wonderful, understanding and supportive husband we have had many a long night sharing fantasies of Lynn joining us. But the time is coming when I will decide if it will be more than a fantasy or remain as is. Lynn is getting a divorce from her husband. A husband she has not lived with for almost ten years. She will be free and I hope free to be mine to share with my husband.

When Dana woke at 6 am, she was in the cabin alone. She took a quick shower and made it up onto the deck just in time to see a shirtless Zane help hoist the mainsail. She made her way to the galley and pitched in, peeling and slicing potatoes for the hash.
After breakfast, she retrieved her book and settled in the sun, her bare legs pressed against the warm wooden deck.
Zane dropped down next to her and bumped his shoulder against hers. She lowered her book and her gaze settled on his legs. Covered with dark blonde hair, they seemed to stretch for miles.
“Did you see the dolphins?” A pod of dolphins had raced along side the ship earlier and Zane had snapped several photos.
“I did, yes.”
In the distance they could see brilliant reds and golds of the trees along the Maine coast as the ship smoothly cut through the water. The sails flapped in the breeze and Zane stretched happily.
“I’m a lucky man.”
The ship pulled into port in a small town and Zane and Dana disembarked and explored the seaside village. They returned to the ship with the rest of the passengers a few hours later, having purchased souvenirs and explored the town on foot. Onboard, a guest pulled out a guitar and began playing as the ship moved back into open water.
Dana inhaled the sweet ocean air and stretched. From her position she watched Zane help set out the evening meal. He was completely at ease and sure of himself. He looked over to Dana and winked, a smile lighting up his face. His skin was lightly tanned from the two days spent out on the water and laugh lines fanned out from the corners of his eyes as he laughed at something she couldn’t hear.
After dinner, the guitarist began strumming softly and Zane pulled Dana to sit between his legs, his arms wrapped around her and her head tucked beneath his chin. Fat droplets of rain splattered the deck, at first, a drop here and there, and suddenly everyone was gathering their belongings and heading to the cabins below.
Dana slipped away to the shower. She managed to shave her legs and wash her hair before someone knocked on the door to see if they could get in next.
Zane was lying in bed on top of the sheets and blanket when she returned to the room. He moved over to let her in and she settled into bed beneath the covers. Zane didn’t take his eyes off her.
“You’re staring.”
“You’re wearing glasses.”
She looked at him over the tops of her glasses and shrugged her shoulders. “My eyes need a break from the contact lenses.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t had corrective laser surgery.”
“No way, no how. No one is getting near my eyes with lasers, phasers, scalpels, none of it. I’m fine with contacts and glasses.”
“You know, Karyn had it done. It’s perfectly safe. They’ve been doing it for years in Canada.”
“And they will have to be doing it for another 50 years so I can see the long term effects before I even consider it.”
Zane grinned, slid out of bed and grabbed his bag. “I’m going to take a shower.”
By the time Zane returned to the cabin, Dana had slid into his spot in bed. He stood looking down at her as she pretended to read her book.
“Move over, princess.”
“What if I want to sleep on this side?”
Zane didn’t move. “Not going to happen. It’s my side of the bed.”
“But you have more room over here. I’m pressed up against the wall on that side.” She wasn’t. The bed had plenty of room for the two of them.
“Tough luck, princess. I’m larger than you are, and I have to be able to fight off any pirates who board the ship in the middle of the night.”
She rolled her eyes.
“It’s true. I’d give my life willingly, to protect you.”
She grumbled as she moved over and he climbed into bed. He reached up and turned off the overhead lamp, leaving the moon to illuminate the dark cabin. She watched his shadow on the wall mimic his movements.
“Goodnight, Zane.”
“Night, princess. I love you.”
The gentle rocking of the boat and the sound of rain steadily hitting the deck above was the perfect lullaby.
“I love you, Zane.”
Instantly Zane was leaning over staring into her face.
“Tell me again.”
She smiled drowsily. “I love you.”
He drew her into his arms, cradling her against her chest. His voice was husky when he spoke. “Never stop telling me that.”
He ran a finger lightly over her bottom lip before stroking her eyelids and her cheekbones with his thumbs. He kissed her earlobe, sucking it into his mouth, his breath hot against her skin. His fingertips trailed over her collarbone and down her left arm, her smooth skin giving way to a patch of roughness.
Her eyes met his and she smiled.
“What’s this?”
“A birth control patch.”
He shifted his position, pressing her into the bed as he settled between her thighs. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, kissing her shoulder, his hands fluttering over any bare flesh before settling at her waist.
He cupped a breast in his hand and stroked her nipple through her t-shirt. As the nipple hardened he replaced his finger with his mouth, wetting the t-shirt with his tongue and grazing with his teeth, his breath catching at the darkness of her nipple visible through the sheer white material. He lowered his head once again, suckling heavily, his tongue rasping against the material.
Dana arched her back in pleasure and moaned.
His fingers found their way under her shirt, lifting it away from her body and over her head. Her breasts were perfect. High and tipped with dark chocolate circles with thick nipples. His thumbs swept over both nipples, flicking back and forth before leaning forward and suckling one nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around it in circles, sucking harder followed by gentle nips that turned to firm tugs as she wound her hands in his hair.
He deftly plucked at the other nipple with his fingers, pulling it taut, applying and relaxing pressure. Her sighs encouraging him, quickening his own responses. He released the nipple from his mouth and licked the underside of her breast, his tongue trailing into the valley between her breasts before latching on to the other nipple.
Leaning back on his haunches he smiled down at her, trailing his hands down her smooth stomach and slipping them into the waistband of her panties. Grasping the sides of the panties he slid them over her hips, his eyes on hers. He stroked one hand along her stomach, resting it at the top of the juncture of her thighs, his fingers massaging her mound. Her hips rose slightly from the bed and he grinned.
“Patience, love. It seems as though I’ve been waiting for you for years. You can wait a few more minutes.”
He gave in to the temptation before him, sliding his finger over her mound, tugging lightly at the wiry hairs there and smiling to himself.
Dana moaned with each sharp tug and growling, sat up and rose to her knees facing him. She ran her hands up his torso, teasing his nipples and delighting in his audible pleasure. She bent her head and lapped lightly at his nipples, drawing them into her mouth by turn. Her teeth applied the slightest pressure before licking around the nipple once again. She sucked and licked the skin at the base of his throat and grasped his forearms before sliding her hands down his arms, her touch featherlight.
Zane groaned as she stroked one hand down his stomach, repaying him by tugging lightly at the trail of hair leading into his boxers. Her hand brushed his erection through the material, once…twice…before grasping it and sliding the material along his shaft. She slipped her hand inside, aroused by the heat and feel of him.
Zane pushed her back against the bed again, his mouth on hers as he parted her folds, collected wetness on his fingertip as he slid his finger up and down, dipping briefly inside before pulling out to circle her clit before sliding his finger into her mouth. She parted her lips, her tongue curling around the finger, tasting herself.
Zane groaned and replaced his finger with his tongue as he removed his shorts with one hand. They both sighed at the first bare contact. Zane closed his eyes and attempted to gather his composure, rocking his hips as her hands trailed over his ass.
With nothing more than a look she urged him on and with his mouth on hers he slid inside. He was still for a moment, allowing the urge to come immediately pass. She was wet, warm and seemingly molded to his length and width. She bent her knees and pressed them against his hips and he began thrusting, changing the tempo and depth according to her facial expressions. When she smiled dreamily, he was shallow and slow, pulling out to drag his cock against her clit before sliding back in. When her mouth formed a small “o” he thrust in deep, hard, pressing forward, pumping rapidly.
She raised her hands to her breasts, pulling the nipples as he stroked in and out and he murmured “I love you” before nudging her hands away with his head and taking her breast into his mouth, raking the nipple with his teeth. She cried out and tightened around him, her legs dropping to the bed and quivering as she came. He followed soon after, filling her and content to remain inside her as he softened.
He woke in the night to find her between his legs, her tongue running up and down his length before she inserted her tongue between the head of his cock and his foreskin. He motioned for her to come to him and she shook her head. He gave in and eventually his hips rose from the bed to meet her mouth as she loved him. She cradled his sac in her hand before sucking it into her mouth gently. He came suddenly when he realized that she was coming from having him in her mouth.
Dana woke the following morning to Zane sitting on the side of the bed waiting for her.
“Hi”
He turned to look at her, his expression worried.
“What’s wrong?”
“What did last night mean to you?”
She reached her hand out and drew him down to the bed. “Zane, I’m not running.”
“Are you sure?”
She slipped her hands under the t-shirt he was wearing and caressed his skin. “Positive.”
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The snow started early in November and they spent weekends snowshoeing and cross country skiing before spending the evenings in bed cuddled under blankets.
In Zane, Dana had found her sexual match. Often, at the end of a long day for both of them, he was content to pull her down into his lap, her legs spread open and stroke her to a quivering climax. She had pulled a dressing mirror into the corner of the room, opposite the deep chair where they spent time making love and watching his pale hands caress her brown body, dipping inside before slipping into his mouth, gave them both pleasure, as did watching her rise and fall along his length.
One lazy Saturday morning, the yard was covered in heavy wet snow perfect for use in snowballs. This was evidenced by the perfect snowball that landed in the center of her chest.
“No fair! You’re supposed to give me five minutes to build up my stockpile.”
Zane shook his head and grinned. She came up with the most ridiculous rules. “Whoever heard of a head start in a snowball fight?”
Dana had a retort on her lips when her cell phone rang. She answered the phone to the sound of her sister screaming hysterically and sank down into the snow.

If there was one thing I enjoyed it was cycling.
We lived on the outskirts of the city so after work I could hop on my bike and cover my five miles of country road.
I had indulged myself in a quality ten-speed cross-country bike; it was lightweight and negotiated rougher secondary roads quite well.
My husband thought I was crazy but I explained it kept me in pretty good shape instead of becoming a couch potato like him. The only exercise he got was the occasional game of golf.
I had covered all the roads around our house many times and wanted a change of scenery.
I trip to Canadian Tire and I had a bicycle rack attached to he rear of my Camry to I could carry my bike for trips further a field.
It was early on a Sunday morning the first time a loaded the bike onto the car to venture to new territory.
The sun was still burning off the morning mist when I pulled into the Ancaster trail parking lot.
The Ancaster Trail was an old abandoned railroad right-of-way that had been converted into a bicycling path. The rails had been removed and a layer of fine powdered stone provided a smooth surface to bike over.
The trail traveled about fifteen miles through wilderness terminating in the neighboring town of Brantford. Being an old railroad right-of-way there were no grades greater than 3%
Birds were singing joyously from the trees welcoming another day as I pushed off on my journey.
It was August and we were in the middle of a warm spell so I had chosen to wear a brief pair of satin shorts with a loose fitting tank top. My petite breasts secure in a sports bra.
All was serene for the first twenty minutes of so as a cruised along in solitude. Then Dave overtook me.
Dave was a high school teacher also out for his daily exercise. Coming abreast of me he slowed down to exchange greetings. As we made small talk Dave continued at my side governing his speed to match mine.
As we rode side by side the sun continued to climb in the sky. It was getting noticeably warmer and sheen of perspiration begins to form on my skin.
It was about forty-five minutes later when Robert caught up to us. He was a dark handsome guy with a camera hanging around his neck. Joining us he introduced himself telling us he had a photography studio in Ancaster.
That explained the expensive looking Nikon SLR hanging from his neck. From what I knew about cameras I knew it was worth about a month of my salary.
Robert explained to us he was always looking for new subjects on his outings. He told us he had discovered many samples of flora a fauna during his trips through the woods. He said he usually had a 105MM lenses on the camera, which was good for shots from about fifty feet. For close-ups he could snap on the 35MM lenses.
Three abreast we continued deeper into the wilderness.
As the sun approached its zenith we pause at a shaded glade for a break. I rummaged through my bag for a Granola bar and a bottle of Gatorade.
As we tarried Robert searched the area for subjects to photograph. It was now quite warm and the guys had peeled off their shirts.
“Why don’t you take your top off?’ Dave suggested.
It was legally permissible for women to go topless here in appropriate circumstances and it was not like I had really big breasts.
“Yea, there’s nobody else around.” Robert agreed.
It was true, we had seen no one else during our ride into the wilds. Deliberately I lifted my top off over my head. Not to be bothered I unfastened my bra and removed it also. As I stuffed the unwanted garments into my bag I was highly aware of my friends examining my bare breasts.
Robert brought his camera up to his eye ready to click my picture.
“Robert!” I protested.
“Aw c’mon, just for my own use?” he argued.
“Well, OK.” I agreed.
Dave sat in awe as Robert clicked a series of pictures of me bare-breasted.
“How about something more daring?” Robert asked.
More daring? All I was wearing was my shorts and running shoes!
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Dave watched intently as Robert suggested I remove my shorts!
I don’t know if it was because I was away from home with strangers or being flattered by being the center of attention but I stood and peeled down my shorts and panties.
I stood proudly before my new friends totally naked. The guys scrutinized by body, my pert breasts with their pink button nipples, my neatly trimmed pubic hair adorning my naked pussy.
“Very nice!” Dave gasped.
Robert’s camera was clicking furiously recording my exhibitionism.
Here I was, far from home, naked with two strangers. The compromising situation was making me excited; good judgment went out he door. I posed provocatively for Robert, presenting my naked charms conceitedly for his lenses. I found myself bending over and looking at the camera from between my spread legs, my vagina wide open for the camera to record.
“Want to have some fun?” Dave asked.
I thought I was having fun? “What do you mean?”
“Ever have a threesome?” Dave continued.
A threesome! Never had I done anything so wicked, I had not even had another man since I had been married.
“No.” I answered suspiciously.
“Would you like to?” Robert watched for my approval.
It was a beautiful day, good company and a spur of the moment opportunity to shed my up to standard behavior for the moment. “Sure!” I smiled.
Dave took my naked body into his arms and caressed my bare breasts. I felt Robert’s hand slide across my bare rump on its was to explore my womanhood. I sighed as Dave’s tongue entered my mouth and Robert’s fingers my vagina.
I was in a world I had never ventured before; two men were making love to me at the same time. I moaned softly as my entire body came alive.
“Oh yes, yes!” I approved.
It was unmistakably the head of Robert’s cock I felt move across my bare stomach as he replaced his fingers with hard cock. I sucked Dave’s tongue as Robert slid into me.
My entire weight was almost lifted from my feet as I hung on Robert’s cock. Dave was kneading my small breasts while we kissed.
My pussy begins to get wetter than it had in a long time. As Robert’s pole slid in and out of my tight hole I can feel my juices flowing. My arms are around Dave’s neck; his tongue is in my mouth while another man’s cock is in my cunt.
I want Robert to come in me; I want to feel his creamy cum filling my hungry hole. I contract my pelvic muscles as much as I can in an effort to squeeze his sperm from him. My efforts pay off; his cum starts spurting like a fountain up into my wet cave. Cum still flowing he withdraws from me to offer his mess to Dave.
Dave gently guided me to a patch of grass where he lay me down. I was on my back and open my legs wide, knees in the air, offering myself to this stranger I had only known a few hours. I closed my eyes and waited for him to enter me.
It was not his cockhead I felt at my portal, it was his tongue! Dave was knelt between my open legs and was licking Robert’s goo from my sloppy pussy.
His tongue dashed about like a live animal inside of me, scavenging every drop of Robert’s jism he could find. The sensation was driving me crazy.
I lay there writhing, listening to the soft slurping noises Dave was making cleaning out my sodden vagina. There couldn’t have been a trace of Robert left inside of me when Dave rose up to cover me.
His hard cock slid smoothly into my prepare cunt spreading me once again to that wonderful filled feeling.
“Oh yes!” I moaned, “You feel so good.”
I was on the verge of my orgasm. It had begun as a lark, I had not expected to orgasm with this pair of strangers. Now my fuse was short as I begin getting fucked again.
Dave was a skillful lover; long deliberate strokes accustoming to his shaft. Gradually the rhythm increased, the strokes became more powerful and penetrating. I lay with my legs splayed wide open, my hips thrusting upwards to meet Dave’s plunges.
“Oh God, I’m going to come!” I cried.
Dave increased the intensity of his fucking to bring me home.
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as my world was ripped away from me.
The orgasm was cruel, my entire body quivered from my hair down to my toenails. My back arched beneath my stud. My vagina rising to receive his sperm. That was when I blacked-out.
When I opened my eyes both Dave and Robert were bent over me.
“Are you OK Michelle?” Robert asked.
“Never been better!” I smiled.

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“Her name is notorious through our school, as I’m sure you know. So let’s give her a good show, right guys? She is the one who came to me with the idea, and I’ll let you guys talk to her now, in case you have any questions, alright. Here’s Miss Sierra Cradshaw, senior of class 1999.” Their eyes grew wide when she walked in. They couldn’t believe she’d asked of this….they couldn’t believe she’d offered such a thing.
She stepped up to the podium and cleared her throat, all the men in the room became silent. She smiled and spoke. “Yes,” she said, her voice was so smooth and every word slid into the boys ears like skim milk. She was voluptuous and sweet, every guy almost grew a tent in their shorts when she talked to them.
“I am coming to your fraternity to do a group project to raise funds for both our houses. I’ve known for some time that you guys need a new filtration system on your pool and to rebuild the deck around your hot tub. And I’m sure you guys all know that we have been trying to raise funds to build a parking garage to house our members cars. Both projects would cost thousands of dollars, so my idea that I told Mark I think is the best way to raise funds for both your fraternity and my sorority.”
She paused, looked over the room and smiled. “What do you think guys?”
“Is your house aware of what you have in mind?” a newbie by the name of Zach Houseman asked, he stood with his hands behind his back as he waited for the answer. He learned well, I thought to myself.
“Yes, we put it to a vote after one of our meetings. My house members have complete understanding of what is take place and are fully behind it, over one hundred percent.” She waited, her cute smile still pressed on her face.
Another of the house members stood up, “Ma’am, who is your choice from your house for the project?”
“Well,” she cleared her throat, a bit uneasy at this part, and then looked the man in the eye. “I’m the one that everyone in my house has voted for. I’m sure that will help with the funds to be raised.”
My house members all broke out into murmurs, even one saying, “Yeah right, like she’s a virgin.”
She cleared her throat loudly and I let out a “Eyes forward gentleman, she’s a guest!”
They all shut quickly and waited for her to continue. “Alright, I know what you guys are thinking. Yes, I am a virgin.” She breathed in and continued. “I am offering my virginity to this project. You know with what your house captain said, my house will be raising money for the project, and if we raise more, we win. Those who raised the most funds in my house will get to host a End of Year Bang, a party at our house where your house virgin, who ever you pick, will get to come over and be taken care of.” Some of the guys snickered. “And if you guys win, I will show up here, at your house with the men of your house who had raised the most funds, and I will have a party with you guys.”
She waited for it to sink in. “I feel that you guys should put it to a vote and let me know. If you men aren’t interested, we can go to another fraternity on campus–”
“Ma’am,” a newbie who had just finished the total pledge process, Harrison Oswald, stood up. “There’s no need to put it to a vote, or to ask another fraternity. I speak on behalf of the my fellow members here,” he looked around and then gave her full eye contact, “we will do it.”
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With that, the fund raising began. I wasn’t for sure we’d be able to pull it off. The campus looked down on such activity at the frat house’s and sorority house’s and to be almost “raffling” off two school members virginity’s would surely get someone expelled or in big trouble. We did our best to keep a low profile, only talking to those we could trust.
At the final count our house’s did, we found out we won by almost a thousand dollars. Between the two house’s, we earned almost twenty thousand dollars. We were amazed that that much money could be raised, considering what was the prize to motivate us.
Sierra was at the counting and sat there, almost dumbstruck at what the total from our house was. She looked me in the eye, and gave me her sweet smile. “When do you want me at your house?”
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We set up the dinning hall for the special occasion and even had a party at one of the town’s big hotels for the members of our house that didn’t raise enough in comparison. After they left, we finished dressing up the room.
We had white silk draped over the table and each chair a makeshift cover put on it. We hung a tremendously long strand of faux pearls on the chandelier above the table and turned the dimmer down low. It cast off a great look, and when we put over a hundred small candles across the mantle piece above the fireplace, the room was hauntingly sexy.
We all dressed in our house suits, the six of us that raised the most funds, and two others that were there for help with clean up and to be the house boys for the night. They were to tend to her needs after she was done, such as helping her with a hot bath, getting her some food or water, and then to drive her home if she wished.
As per her request, we all brought protection, and we sat down on the chairs, waiting for her to show. At almost ten o’ clock, the door bell rang. The house boys went to the door and escorted her in. She came with a “guard,” another girl from her house who was to make sure nothing bad would happen. The guard sat on a chair next to me and Sierra stood at the end of the table.
Sierra had on a black fur coat, most likely one that had once been her socialite mother’s. She took the coat off, getting help from one of our house boys, he scooted off to hang it up in the hallway. Sierra stood before us, in a gorgeous gettup. She had on a red lace thong, thigh high stockings and a red push up bra. She was so hot she could have been a Victoria’s Secret model.
I sat there at the other end of the table, gawking at the site she was putting out to us. She stood there, smiling. “Alright, you guys just going to stare, or am I going to have some fun tonight?”
I smiled. “You will have fun alright. You may choose the order of the men tonight and who you would like to loose your virginity to. After you have decided that, then we shall start.”
Sierra knew of our “club” with in my house. She loved that we were helping girls, and at times guys, loose their virginity’s. She even told me once in confidence that she felt it was good for these kid’s to loose it in front of a group, take away all the awkwardness of having sex on a date and then having no one to talk to after wards. She was best friends with Brittany, and I’m pretty sure it was her who told Sierra about the club.
“I chose you to loose my virginity to you, James.” She stood tall, almost like a sexy statue at the end of the table. I nodded, shocked but did my best to not show it. She had picked me….why? I thought.
“And after that?” I asked.
“Then every one of the men in this room may have a chance.” She said, and then turned to the house boys. “Even your servants for the evening.”
They in turn smiled and then exchanged a look with me. I nodded my approval and then let them boast off to the side of the room.
“Would you like this in private or as a show?” I asked.
“Private with you, please. The rest may watch during the others turns.” The men seated stood up and walked out of the room to the living room, her guard still seated. “You may go too, Charlotte. If I need you–I doubt that I will, but if I do–I will call out.”
Charlotte nodded and then stood up, walking out after the others. The door was closed and left us alone. Sierra walked over to me and stood in front of me, between my legs leaning against the edge of the table.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her. I wanted to treat her with the upper most respect.
“Yes, I am sure. I want to be a virgin taken by your club’s leader.” She leaned back, resting against the smooth fabric draped over the table. I stood up and began to unzip my pants. “Mmmm,” she moaned to me. “This feels so perfect, I can tell this is the night,” she looked up to me. “This is the night I am to loose my virginity to you,
James.”
I pulled my pants down, slipping off my shoes as my pants came off over my feet. I began to take off my tie but she stopped me. “Keep it on, please?” she asked. I left my tie on, loosening it up though, and began to unbutton my shirt. I took off my shirt and felt awkward standing there naked except for a tie and socks, but it didn’t matter. The hottest virgin at my school was laying before me, waiting to be fucked.
She wasn’t putting up a fight, and she wasn’t begging to be easy on her, to be gentle.
She was so sure of what she wanted….now I wasn’t sure how to give it to her. After so many girls I had sex with leading up to Sierra, none of those times made me ready for this.
I leaned towards her and kissed her deeply on the mouth. She kissed me back, her tongue sliding out between her lips and entering my mouth. We kissed for some time, her moans audible and her body lightly trembling below mine. When our kiss ended, I looked at her deeply. She gazed back up, and then pushed me lightly away.
She gasped as my hand felt between her legs, my fingers grazing against her virgin pussy over the sheer fabric. She sighed as my finger moved her thong string aside and found her lips, pressing the tip of my finger between them and finding her clit.
She let out a small squeal as my finger moved away from her clit and pressed hard between her folds. I felt her thong was getting in the way and I tugged my hand against it, letting it let out a loud rip. She didn’t protest, most girls complain about how expensive the set was, but Sierra didn’t. She instead let out a gasp of approval as her panties were ripped from her body, taking away the only shield to her virginity.
I pressed between her legs, she drew them up and let her feet rest on the edge of the table, snugly tucked next to her ass cheeks. I worked my finger in and out of her pussy as my other hand finished ripping the thong from her body. Strings were left on her, tucked between back and the table and little strands that fell to her stomach as I lifted the shreds away.
I blew air down onto her body and watched the red threads fly away, her body responded to my blows and she sucked in air, pulling in her stomach tight. I moved my finger around her belly button as my other hand stroked the entrance to her moist spot. She rocked her hips as my finger masturbated her, getting her ready for a much larger unit to invade her. She gasped as one finger soon turned to two and she felt the two digits work together to loosen up her entrance.
I moved my hand that was at her belly button up to her bra. It was a back closure bra, so instead of having her sit up and me then fumbling with the hooks, I pulled the breasts from the cups. The squished out over the top and looked quite funny in that uncomfortable position, but I didn’t mind, she still looked hot. I leaned down and with my fingers still pressing her open, I drew my tongue out to her left breast.
She moaned and sighed as my tongue slid around her nipple, not touching the tip, just grazing the sides of her aureole. She rocked her hips and pushed her pussy against my fingers as my lips then drew her nipple into my mouth and I lightly suckled the tiny bump of flesh. She gasped as my teeth bit down on her nipple and my lips took more of her white breast into my mouth. I let go of her nipple with my teeth and I flicked my tongue back and forth over her nipple, causing it to harden straight away in my wet mouth.
I felt the moisture grow between my two fingers that were deeply in her pussy and I could feel the tight walls around my fingers, almost crushing it with the force of her muscles as they worked with my hand. I moaned into her breast, thinking of how sweet her pussy was going to taste.
She grunted as I sucked her tit hard as I pulled my mouth away, pulling the nipple with me as I moved away, letting it pop from my mouth and I then dove to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the other.
She moved her hands to my head and stroked her hands through my hair as I flicked my tongue back and forth over the soon hard nipple and she let out a tiny moan as my two fingers spread her open to let my next finger enter, now three deep in her pussy, getting her wet for my growing erection.
Sierra kept her eyes closed as I looked up at her to see what her face was like as I pulled back on her tit as my head went up from her body. She made a face of pain as I pulled her nipple hard between my lips as I pulled her tit up from her chest then let go, letting it fall back down and ripple on the sides of the fleshy body part.
She opened her eyes slowly as I licked between her two tits, moaning as I felt her smooth skin against my lips. I smiled at when I noticed her eyes open and stood up, looking down at the angel spread out on my dinning table.
“You want me to lick your pussy before I fuck it?” I asked. She laid there, not sure what to say. I began to move down to her pussy. “Just tell me when to stop, okay?”
She nodded. “I’ve had a guy lick my clit before, but never my pussy before. I didn’t want to them to think I wanted to sleep with them.”
I laughed a bit, what she’d just said was so funny. I felt bad for the guy who got to lick her clit but wasn’t able to get a taste of her sweet lips and virgin walls.
I moved my tongue further, finding her clit very red and erect. I passed over it and got to my fingers, still inside her pussy. I drew them out and saw all the juices that her tight pussy had spit onto my fingers and I smoothed the stuff out over my cock as I began to lick between her lips.
I found her to taste very strong, almost like a strong liquor in a way. She quivered as my tongue entered her vagina and I sped it up, drawing it in and out in quick motions. I wanted her to know what it was going to feel like to be fucked soon. I wanted her to be ready.
I held her ass cheeks in my hand and spread her open, gaining a good entrance for my tongue to keep pushing in and out of her. She gasped and moaned as I curled my tongue inside and then moved my head back and forth, pushing my tongue all around inside her tight pussy. She gasped as I pulled away and stroked her clit with my tongue fast and then I stood up. My cock was ready for her, and I was sure she was ready for me.
I grabbed for a condom and opened the package, pulling out the latex and unrolling it on the head of my cock. I smoothed it out on my hard rod and spit down on my hand, smoothing the saliva over the latex. I pushed the tip to the entrance of her wet pussy and held her hips in my hands. I looked down at her and smiled. “You ready, Sierra?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said and nodded. “I think I am at least.”
I kept smiling. “Just keep your eyes open for me baby, I want you to see how much I’m enjoying this as I take away your cherry, baby.”
She nodded again, and I pressed lightly into her body. I was in heaven! Her pussy opened up around my cock but kept a very tight squeeze on my length. She gasped as my cock slowly inched it’s way into her, finding the tight walls close up and hold me still. I stood there, letting her body get used to the part of mine that was gaining entrance into hers. She shivered lightly and I smoothed my hands over her body, soothing away her goose bumps as my cock stayed half way into her.
She drew in a breath and then exhaled and as she did, I slowly slid in the rest of the way into her pussy. I rolled my eyes back and shook, feeling the lovely tightness of her virgin pussy around my cock, and I wanted to hurry and finish as the extreme feeling of her vibrating walls were making my cock want to burst.
I held her hips again in my palms and I pressed as far as I could into her pussy, feeling her walls begin to loosen. I had pushed aside any remnants of her hymen.
I continued to fuck her. I pulled out, feeling the walls keep contracted on my girth, and then arched my back as I began to push back into her. I looked down and watched as my cock disappeared into her tiny body, she took ever inch into her and I loved the feeling of her pussy on my dick.
I moaned as I felt my balls begin to tighten and I wanted to feel every inch of her body shake against me as I kept fucking her, growing in a steady tempo of thrusts. She moaned aloud as I pounded away into her, her eyes kept open, occasionally drawing back as she would feel the glorious pain in her crotch but was enjoying every minute of it.
She gasped as I pulled out and I took the condom off. I jerked off my cock against her lips and when I was ready to explode I pulled her head to me and angled her down, spraying my come across her face. She gasped and wiggled under my hand, but my load kept spraying her face. When I finished my last few drops, I let her stand. I picked up my shirt and let her clean off her face.
“Do you feel okay, Sierra?” I asked. She nodded.
“I’m a little sore, but that was very good, James.” She sat back on the table.
“I’m not done with you yet, trust me.” I smiled. “When you are all stretched out at the end of the night…” I pulled her to me and kissed her. “You will get the fucking you deserve….the fucking that you have earned after what you just gave me.”
She smiled.
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I pulled on my boxers and pants and went to the doors, opening them and letting the others come inside the room. The looked at her flushed body, her cheeks were red and her legs were still open.
I sat back in a different chair and watched as she then took each guy in her pussy. She threw back her head and moaned as each slammed their cocks inside her pussy. She sighed and gasped as they fucked her each in turn, each of them blowing their loads in their condoms as their cocks were stuffed to as far as they could reach.
I found it funny that each guy that fucked her after me had quite smaller cocks compared to mine, and I was glad that they didn’t stretch her out, because I drew in my head of all the fun ways I would fuck her when they were done.
None of them even tried to do a different position with her. Each just stepped up to her after the last guy and put on the condom and had her lay on the table and just take the cock in her snatch. I knew she was growing tired of the fucking, and when the last guy had his way with her, one of the house boys, she laid there on the table.
I told them to all thank her for her cooperation for the night’s event and to go to their rooms and dress, that they were to join their other house mates at the party at the hotel in town.
They each gave Sierra a kiss on the hand and walked from the room. I then told her guard, Charlotte, to go get her car warmed up, I was going to help Sierra dress and walk her out to the car.
Charlotte asked Sierra if it was alright to leave her alone and she nodded a yes. Charlotte left the room and went out the front door to her car and started it up.
I closed the doors and locked them and turned around. Sierra was still sitting up on the edge of the table and she was looking at me from over her shoulder. I walked up to her, placing my hand on her cheek and kissing her gently. My other hand stroked the sides of hip and when I broke off the kiss, I moved my other hand to the other side of her hip. I held her in my hands and pulled her off the table. She stood before me and I turned her around.
I bent her forward and told her to place her hands on the table to steady herself. She jumped when she heard the quick motion of my zipper as I pulled it down, and then took off my pants. I then slid my boxers down and left them on the chair behind me. I stroked her sides, up and down her body and looked down at her perfectly shaped ass. She looked so hot in that position in the light from the chandelier above us and from the few candles that hadn’t burned out yet.

“Have you ever done any print modeling before?” Kim Fairchild says, shutting the door of her office behind her.
Kim Fairchild doesn’t look like an executive for an adult magazine, but then again Joel Wilcox doesn’t know what an executive for an adult magazine should look like. Joel is twenty-three, with dark good looks and a polite, self-effacing manner that women read either as modest and quiet, or confident and mysterious. But it is not his personality that he is shopping today.
“No,” Joel replies, in answer to her question.
The whole experience is a bit surreal. A week ago Joel appeared naked with three women and two men in a performance art piece staged in a Westside loft. Two days later, he got a call from the director of the gallery. Someone had seen him at the show and wanted to know if he was interested in being photographed for an adult magazine. He was given a name and phone number and told that the money was good.
Kim motions for Joel to sit as she walks toward her chair behind a huge glass topped desk. She is an attractive woman in her early thirties, with intelligent eyes, flawless skin, and a short cropped blonde haircut that is fashionable if unruly. She wears a dark red shade of lipstick that adds a touch of drama to her face without being showy. Her pant suit is pale green; the white blouse underneath is simple, with broad starched lapels that open at the neck. She wears no jewelry.
Joel settles into a soft leather chair across from her. The office is sleek and modern, a medley of black lacquer and brushed chrome. Through the window behind Kim’s desk, Beverly Hills lies unobstructed.
Kim sits in a tall, black leather office chair and studies him with a painter’s eye for detail. “Forty-five percent of our readership is female,” she says with a hint of challenge in her voice. “Does that surprise you?”
Joel isn’t sure. He likes the implication that today’s women are comfortable with the magazine’s stock in trade, glossy, full-color, in-your-face brand of sex. “No,” he says, smiling agreeably.
“You were in a show at the Greenberg gallery,” she says.
“My friend Collette hooked me up. She teaches a life drawing class,” he says in his easy manner. “I do some modeling for her students.”
“You like taking your clothes off in front of people?”
Joel smiles in spite of himself. “Sure,” he says.
Kim fixes her eyes on him again for a second then looks away at some papers on her desk. “I take it that you’re familiar with our magazine?” she says lifting the papers and tapping them on end with an officious air.
“Yes,” he says, trying to recall the last issue he had seen.
“Then you understand what we’re looking for.” She waits just a second to emphasize the point. “If we hire you, you are agreeing to being photographed in a very explicit manner. I cannot emphasize that point enough. You must be absolutely sure you want to do this type of work. Once you sign the contract, you are bound by its terms and conditions. The bottom line is this is a business. We take what we do very seriously and expect the same from you.” Kim pauses for a moment. “Occasionally we run into what we call performance issues, particularly with our male models. We don’t really have time to deal with bullshit at the eleventh hour when we have a crew and deadlines waiting. So, if you’re shy or anxious or think you might have second thoughts, now is the time to say it, and we won’t waste each other’s time any longer.” She pauses again. “I assume we won’t have a problem with that?”
“No,” he says.
“So, let’s go ahead and have you sign the preliminary release, and then we’ll have Susan come in.” Kim pushes a sheet of paper and pen across the desk towards him. “Basically, this says you are eighteen years of age, that you are choosing to proceed of your own free will, and that you will hold us harmless.”
He scans the page, signs at the bottom and hands it back to her.
“Good,” she says. “Hold on.” She picks up the phone and punches the keypad. “Tell Susan we’re ready.” She replaces the phone and folds her hands in front of her. “Susan is one of our project coordinator. She’ll want to see you naked.”
“Here?” Joel says, with mild surprise.
“There’s a chair and a screen over in the corner where you can undress. And, in case you’re worried,” she adds with a nod, “the windows are tinted. No one can see in.”
Joel gets up and walks behind the screen. A moment later, the air is punctuated with a sharp tap on Kim’s door, followed by the staccato tick-tocking of heels on the hardwood floor that is silenced once they hit Kim’s Persian carpet. As Joel unbuttons his shirt, he hears a muted exchange of greeting between the women and the rustling of paper.
Joel hangs his shirt on a hook, then slides his pants off. On the wall behind the screen is a full length mirror. He turns and studies his reflection. A ninety minute workout that morning has blasted his upper body to massive proportions. His shoulders and chest are dense and hard; the corded muscles in his abdomen sharply defined. He breathes in, peering over his shoulder at the muscles in his back; then he slips off his underwear. His eyes trail down to his dick thickening with excitement. Experience has taught him how to arouse himself for extended periods of time without achieving full erection. He circles the index finger and thumb of his right hand around the base of this cock, then begins stroking himself lightly back and forth, up and down, awakening the powerful contracting muscles deep in his groin. He watches his penis expand in the mirror, smooth and veined, tapering to the long, beveled head. After a half minute, he extends the strokes down the entire length, finishing with the head. He releases his grip, allowing his dick to hang free. He checks himself in the mirror one more time, noting the symmetry of his shoulders and chest, narrowing at the waist, pulling the eye down inevitably to the dark root between his legs. Satisfied, he walks out from behind the screen into the open office.
The women look up as he approaches, suppressing any hint of desire behind a mask of professional objectivity. Susan Beckwith wears dark eye shadow that obscures her pale blue eyes. Her dark brown hair is piled on her head and pulled back with a clip. Single strands hang loose around the edges of her face. She wears clear lip polish, a black and white V-striped top that bares her collar bone, and a black denim skirt with zippers. Despite her and Kim’s concealed reaction, Joel senses a crackling sexual current suffusing the room. The approval he wants is always silent and restrained - in the case of women it manifests itself in widened eyes, lingering looks, and nervous uncertainty. Sometimes he sees the chest rising, nipples hardening perceptibly beneath bra and blouse.
“Susan,R