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The steamy water from the shower was really helping to wash away some of the tension of the last three months. Jamey expected when she took this undercover assignment that it would be the most challenging she had ever attempted. She also knew that it could be the piece that would jumpstart her career as a writer. She dared to dream of more money, better assignments, maybe even a book deal. Jamey wanted it all. But right now all she wanted was to enjoy the massaging power of the shower jet on the back of her neck.

She had happened upon this seldom used shower almost by accident. Jamey had been snooping around the catacombs under the old theater looking for a room, or a closet even, where she could hideout each day and just be herself. She craved some personal time where she could have a few minutes when she didn’t have to pretend to be someone and something that she wasn’t. When she discovered the shower facility she nearly cried. It was perfect. After several days of scouting out and cleaning the area, and taking precautions to ensure that she would not be disturbed, Jamey finally took her first tentative shower. She had quickly washed off and dressed so as not to be discovered. Now, after a couple of months of uninterrupted excursions, she felt that she could truly relax and “let her hair down” so to speak.

Of course, the hair was the first to go. Her auburn, shoulder length hair had always been one of her best features. It had hung naturally, framing her expressive green eyes and Mediterranean complexion. Jamey allowed herself a moment of regret, missing the feel of her thick mane as she scrubbed shampoo into her now close cropped hair. When parted on the side it looked boyish, as of course was the intention, and would probably have come off as a cute look on her if she hadn’t also had to flatten her chest to the point of pain and wear those form-disguising Wrangler jeans and loosing-fitting sweatshirts. Jamey questioned the overall look at first, doubting that anyone would be fooled into believing that this twenty-two year old journalism graduate could possibly be a male college student, but the last three months were evidence that the disguise had worked. She was living, as a guy, in a men’s dorm. She was playing poker in the common room and ogling the cheerleaders at the basketball game, just like one of the boys. And the insight she was gaining writing about a college guy’s life from a girl’s perspective was immeasurable. Jamey’s editor had loved her preliminary observations and encouraged her to continue her undercover research.

With her time almost up, Jamey rinsed her body one last time. She couldn’t help lingering a little as her hands brushed over her breasts. No, not “breasts” she reminded herself. That was her word; at least it used to be. The guys at the gym usually said “tits” or “rack” or insert stupid made-up name here (guys had a thousand names for body parts and body functions and she had really enjoyed making a game out of trying to incorporate as many of them as she could into her thinking and speech). Jamey’s hands cupped and gently squeezed her tits. Her boobs had always been her most erogenous area and her stiff, thimble-sized nipples were so sensitive that she occasionally reached orgasm just by having them sucked on.

Jamey’s nipples seemed twice as sensitive after being freed from the constant strap-down they were subjected to all day long. She pinched each one gently and she knew that the lubricated feeling she was getting between her legs was much more than soap and water. Absently, she slid one hand down her flat stomach, letting her fingers meet the carefully trimmed hairs below. Although she hadn’t shaved under her arms or her legs for months, she paid thoughtful attention to her pussy. It was one of the few things that allowed her to still feel like a woman.

As a finger slipped easily into her slit, Jamey’s mind wondered to her roommate, Kip. Kendrick Ian Pollard came from big money; old money. Five generations of lawyers, investment bankers and CEOs had made Kip the beneficiary of a large trust fund and endless opportunities. Expensive private schooling and extensive traveling had given him an unparalleled education. Genetics and a disciplined workout routine had blessed him with his 6’ 3”, 200 pound sculptured athletic body.

It would be easy for him to have grown up spoiled, conceited and pretentious. For all he had though, Kip was amazingly down to earth. His laid back nature belied his sharp wit. Liked by everyone she knew, Kip seemed as at ease talking with a group of stoners at a keg party as he was with a group of professors at a banquet. He had continued to surprise, and charm, her even though his mother and father were apparently displeased. His parents wanted him to “follow in the footsteps” but Kip had other plans. He was majoring in Art History, beautiful girls, and frat parties, not necessarily in that order. He told Jamey that his family blames his Uncle Jake for giving him all of his rebel tendencies.

Jamey imagined Kip’s naked body as both her breathing and her finger quickened their pace. She had to imagine Kip naked because even though they had shared a room for the past three months, she had yet to see him totally naked. She had found this a little unexpected but, of course, Kip had never seen her naked either so maybe it was normal. Jamey was left to let her imagination build upon her memories of living with this incredible guy for the last few months; his bare chest as he pealed off his sweaty t-shirt after basketball practice, his rock-hard abs and defined triceps as he did his nightly sit ups and push ups, the tan line just above his boxers when he reached for his deodorant from the top shelf, the more-than-evident bulge that even thick denim jeans could do little to conceal. Yes, Kip was hot. And Jamey was hot for him. And in just a few seconds she was going to cum while imagining that the two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt were actually Kip’s obviously enormous cock. She was only a stroke or two away when she heard a voice from the theater above.

In a panic, and thoroughly sexually frustrated, Jamey jumped dripping from the shower and quickly dried off. She then reluctantly began the process of concealing her curves; tape quickly applied to hold down her protruding nipples, an ace wrap pulled tightly to squeeze her from a B-cup to an A-cup, and a tight-as-a-corset, sleeveless Under Armour tee -shirt she wiggled into to smooth out the womanly shape. The result was a chest that was perhaps small for a college boy but gave her the appearance of having slightly developed pecs. She finished dressing in a frenzy, swiftly stepping into the jock strap that held the rolled up sock and pulling her loose fitting jeans to her waist. Within five minutes of hearing the noise from above, the sexy young woman was once again clad in the fashion statement she called “modern gym rat” and ready to resume her deception.

I stare at the clock as I change clothes for the fifth time tonight. It's 8:00, and I know in the back of my mind that you are heading here right now. I glance outside and notice the sound of the crickets in the backyard. Have they always been there??? I rush through the house straightening up and making sure that everything is perfect. This night HAS to be perfect. My baby is coming.

I light a fire in the fireplace and light all of the candles in the house. I want their tropical scent to be everywhere before you get here. 8:15... I hurry upstairs and check myself in the mirror. The hair is curled and softly down, just as you asked. My makeup is on and for the first time it appears flawless. I spray on just a touch of my Victoria Secret perfume, stepping back to look at my clothes. I am wearing a short black skirt, which comes to my mid thigh. I have tanned legs now so I opted to skip the hose this night. Black stiletto heels and a soft yellow sweater top it off. My newly bald pussy waits uncovered beneath ...with just a hint of moisture beginning in anticipation of your arrival.

8:25...I wonder...would I have the time??? I am so sexually aroused right now that the wait is becoming unbearable. The tropical scents filling the house are taking my mind off to a tropical island, where I am standing on a beach and waiting for my beloved's seaplane to land. Again, I wonder...could there be enough time??? Yes, I think so.

I head for the couch, my pussy growing even wetter at the thought of this illicit quickie while waiting for you. I lie down, putting one leg on the coffee table and the other over the back of the couch...spreading myself wide. The fire is blazing softly in the background, the tropical scents are filling my senses, and you...on your way to me right now.

I take my left hand and begin to play with my breasts...softly teasing and pinching my nipples. Thinking of how much you love that and wishing you were here to watch, but not being able to bear the wait right now. I have to get a bit of release. And it won't take me long, I can feel the urge to cum welling up inside of me and I haven't even touched my pussy yet. I can feel the juices running down my thighs and my ass. Taking my right hand, I take my middle finger and glide it gently over the flat spot at the base of my clit. This is my special spot, the one that makes me cum every time. I trace quick, fevered circles in the juices there, letting my fingers slip inside my lips but not entering me.

The only thing I want inside of me tonight is your cock and I am aching for that right now. NO! I will not be tempted to slip my fingers inside...I want to feel you there. I let my finger slide down the crack of my wet pussy to my ass. I slip a finger inside my tight asshole, quickly and forcefully. I am going to cum now and I can't hold back any longer. I scream out your name while I am bucking my hips up and down on my fingers. The release feels so good and I want to relax for a few minutes but I know that I don't have time. It's now 8:40 and you are due any minute.

I race upstairs and clean up, hoping you will not notice the pink glow on my face and realize what I have done. I race back downstairs and put on my new black leather collar that I bought knowing it was your favorite toy. It has not been worn until this minute because I have not belonged to anyone until now. I hear a car door shut outside and my heart skips a beat. It's time...you're here.

I unlock the front door, as we had planned, and I drop to my knees in the front entry. You walk through the door and into my heart. You look amazing to me and I can already feel the juices starting down my thighs again. You take my collar in your hand and raise me off of the floor. You kiss me gently and I take your hand leading you to the couch. I hand you a glass of champagne in case you are thirsty from your trip, and drop back down to my knees in front of you. While you are still standing I ask you if I can take your pants off. You smile, which I take as a yes. I unzip your pants and slide them down to your ankles. I can't get enough of looking at your strong legs and your rock hard cock. I lick my lips slowly and look up into your eyes hungrily. May I suck on your cock ? I ask softly. Again you smile and grab hold of my collar pulling my head to your cock. I pull you gently to the couch and slip my hot mouth over your cock, purring softly. You taste so great baby, just as good as I imagined you would.

A smile crosses my lips and I slip you out of my mouth. I slip down further and gently suck each ball into my mouth swirling my tongue over it, then sucking both into my mouth to give them equal attention, staring into your eyes and judging your feelings by the look in your eyes. I can tell you are enjoying this but there is one more place that I need to taste. I lift your legs over my shoulders and drop down low. My fingers spread your ass and my tongue finds its home. I plunge my tongue inside you for a few thrusts and massage your balls with my left hand while my right maintains a steady fast rhythm on your hard cock. I feel some precum slip over my fingers and I work it into the strokes, helping me slide even quicker over the entire length of your cock...gently brushing a finger over the tip as I slide upwards. I can feel your balls tightening in my hand and I lower your legs back to the floor replacing my hand on your cock with my hungry mouth. Sucking you harder and harder and faster and faster all the way to the back of my throat. I feel your entire body tense and I reach again for your balls, feeling you explode into the back of my throat the second you feel me touch them. I slow my stroking with my mouth and avoid touching the tip of your cock as I suck up and swallow every last drop, feeling your body shudder. But I don't stop sucking, I want you again.

I am so wet now and the juices are nearly running down my thighs to my knees. I want you to know how excited I am and I take my right hand, the one that had been massaging your balls, and place it inside my wet pussy...still not entering myself. I totally wet my hand with my own juices and I pull it up and wrap it around your cock. Never letting go of your cock or stopping my rhythmic strokes, I sit up on the coffee table in front of you. I spread my legs and put my feet on either side of you on the couch. My left hand slides back to my pussy and you have a perfect view of me playing with myself for you. I am stroking your cock with my right hand and my clit with my left...staring into your eyes and watching you enjoy the show. Your cock is still hard in my hand and getting harder. I ask you if you will let me cum. You bless me with a yes. I begin stroking us both with the same rhythm, slowly first and then building to a quick and powerful stroke...leaning my head back and arching my back. I slide forward and harder into my hand. My strokes on your cock are longer and harder...faster...I want us to cum together...to feel your hot cum slip over my fingers and my hand.

My hot juices are flowing out onto my thighs and my left hand. I am cumming now harder than I ever have and I can hear you cry out as well...crying each other's names and feeling total wet release. Your cum courses through my fingers, as does mine. I scoop my cum out of my pussy and lick it from my fingers...as your last wave passes I reach down and take my right hand off of your cock...rubbing your cum into my pussy and blending our juices before removing my hand and sucking my fingers dry. I lean over your cock and slowly lick the remaining cum from your cock, slipping you deep inside my throat again to get every drop you have to give. I drop back to the floor between your knees and again take your cock in my right hand, softly massaging you and looking into your eyes. I softly tell you I love you and ask you if you'd like to relax in a hot bubble bath. You say yes, and I leave you for a moment with more champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries, while I run upstairs to draw your bath.

I lead you upstairs by the hand, into the bedroom where candles are lit everywhere and soft classical music is playing in the background. The bathroom is bathed in candlelight and tropical scents, the tub filled with fragrant bubbles and hot water. I take off your shoes and socks, followed by your shirt and pants...enjoying the look and feel of your body. Taking the time to kiss and suck each of your nipples...and kiss your neck. I help you into the tub and kneel beside you...slowly pouring the warm water over your body. I take my soft bath puff and fill it with body wash. Starting at your neck I softly scrub your back, your sides, and work my way to your chest...this is getting me so hot that I can barely stand it and I pull off my sweater exposing my black silk bra. You can clearly see my nipples peeking through and they are hard to the touch.

She turned the page and the sun went below the horizon. She could wait no more. Inspite of telling herself every five minutes that he would be here any minute now, she knew that Roger was coming no more. No more would she see his beautiful, yet manly face. No more would his hands caress her breasts tenderly. No more would he call her his poupet. She got up and went back inside.

For Ryan, it was a regular fixture to watch his beautiful neighbor sit outside on her porch every evening till the sun went down. It had been going on for last seven months now. As usual, she was elegantly dressed, as if awaiting the coming of a special guest. A special guest that she must seduce into staying by her looks and nothing else. Tall, flowing long black hair, blue eyes and a angel face. Ryan sat on his window looking at her. At 19 years old, any woman was good enough for him to get rock hard. But with this one it was special. Every evening Ryan would rush home so he could see this beautiful stranger to his fill. Every evening when she went back inside she took a piece of him with her. Was he falling in love or was it just lust? Ryan remained ignorant of his own feelings. The only thing he knew was that he would see her again. See her long tanned legs, that peeked beneath her flowing skirt, see the outlines of her milky white breasts as the removed her hair that were falling over her bosom. How he wished he could see her breasts. He wondered if they were tanned or did she have bra marks, did she have large nipples, or were they tiny? What color were they?

They were pink and perfect. As were her breasts. Well tanned as her legs, she was hardly a prude. Every occasion she got she was at the local nudist beach. Though men looked at her often, her eyes only awaited the return of her dear Roger. Tonight she was checking herself out. She wondered if she would still please her dear hunk. As she removed her panties, he looked into the mirror. Her long black hair fell seductively over her eyes, flowing down to her left breasts. She gently pushed them aside, revealing picture perfect bosom. Soft and tight 34 C breasts, tanned to a seductive brown and yet without a trace of bra that she abhorred. On top her pink nipples looked like strawberry topped caramel cake. Delicious. If she was a man, she would have loved to suckle on them. That didn't stop her from touching them ever so gently before her eyes moved down to her washboard flat waist. She had not an extra ounce on her, her pubic hair were trimmed into a single file and shaved over her lips. Her ass was tight as that of a 13 year old boy. Tomorrow she would be 35. Maybe Roger would come to greet her on this birthday.

Ryan raced at the top speed. Today was the day he had been waiting for ever since the beautiful stranger had moved in next doors seven months ago. He had quite accidentally found out that 13th March was her birthday. He had been saving his money to get her a good present. And after much thought he had decided on a beautiful necklace that he had picked from an online store. It had cost him all his savings, but it was perfect. It was also the perfect opportunity to talk to her. Today he would not wait for her to come out in the evening. He would pick up the necklace at his place and go in to see her. Wish her a very happy birthday and maybe tell her the story of his obsession with her.

Oh how she was obsessed by her lost love, that hunky Roger. Smiling she chided herself that she couldn't live without him. Just as a girlfriend would have chided her. She had no girlfriends though. Ever since she had moved here, she had stopped responding to calls from her friends. Initially, they would call again and again, but soon they had given up on her. The only person she wished to talk to was Roger. Roger had never called. She thought fondly of the pearl necklace he had given her on her first birthday with him. Throughout the night they had made torrid love. She could still feel her loins burn as she thought of his manly hand caressing her soft back. That night was a very special night for her. She had been going out with Roger for exactly 2 months. However, she knew that they were deeply in love. A feeling that is so intricately woven with feminity. And she was as feminine as they get. Her hand reached down and gently massaged her pubic hair. Her thoughts turned into a faux reality. She felt Roger's hand gently remove her hair to get a better look at her long, thin neck. His head bent over her as his hot lips touched the only fault in her entire body - a small mole on the base of her neck.

During those numerous afternoons that he had spent looking at her, Ryan's eyes would always go to the small mole on her neck. It was so seductive. Just like a star on a clear blue sky... more like the star, Ryan said to himself. He wished he could kiss her long neck and then leave a mark around the mole. It was this small imperfection of her skin that made her so dear to Ryan. How he would love to descend down her spotless back, his tongue drawing a line on her spine. Soft kisses as his hands roamed discovering her, as he kissed her on the bottom, while massaging her breasts.,

Her hands went involuntarily to her breasts as she remembered the torrid night of sex and intimacy. She could feel Roger's teeth dig into her flesh as he rediscovered her appetizing buttocks. She remembered fondly how they excited Roger. Sometimes he would see her bent down, clothed, to pick up something, and then move behind her, his pelvic pressing into her ass. That night it was his tongue that pressed into her ass. His hands massaging her breasts, his tongue swirling her butt hole. And then he changed his mind. Turning her over he kissed her breasts and massaged her behind. That was soft. Then the rage picked up, and the kisses turned into sucking. She was sure if Roger continued sucking her at that speed she would start lactating. When she told him that, he sucked even harder. And then he laughed. Oh how she loved his laughter, so full and so frank.

Ryan laughed at his own thoughts. Did he really think that his beautiful neighbor would just fall for him because he gave her an expensive necklace? Yet, he couldn't help fantasizing how it would be to suck on her breasts. Massage her flat tummy with his hands, and then let them slide into her deepest secrets. Gently parting the lips of her vagina. Ryan would never call it cunt. Cunt was for whores, but he wondered what she called her vagina. Surely not pussy! He could feel his erection pressing his tight jeans.

She could feel his erection against her tummy as Roger's tongue entered her mouth. Gently with one hand she had reached down to his sex. Massaging his rock hard manliness gently in her soft palm, she had directed him into her sweet piss hole. She loved to address her vagina as a piss hole. It seemed so perverted. It excited her. Today, it was her own fingers that violated its privacy. However, she could feel Roger's cock inside her, inspite of the time gone by. Though enraged by his own hormones, that seemed to be getting out of control against her silky skin, he had been soft. He entered slowly, savoring her juices around his hard cock. Slowly his hips bucked as he pushed himself deep inside her. As deep as he could get. And then he pushed some more. She let out a small oomph feeling her vagina envelop his manhood, deep inside her most secret garden. Her own hips moved in a rhythm with his. Her hands came around his neck, and she pulled him over her, onto the bed. For what seemed like hours, they moved in unison. Her butt gyrating over his cock, so she could feel every inch of it inside her. The gentleness gave way to rudeness. Love became sex as Roger moved with an astonishing speed inside her. She could feel him in every part of her. One second his manhood tickled her clit, the next it pushed the walls of her piss hole into her womb.

Ryan was dreaming even more fervently as he walked over to her house. A while ago he was inside her, fucking her with all his love, the next moment he was dreaming about their baby coming out of her womb. How happy would they be! Her, him and a small miniature of that beautiful stranger. His desire peaked, his feet moved even faster.

Her hands moved even faster than Roger's cock had moved that fateful night. She could hardly control herself. But she must come with Roger, that was the epitome of love. In her dream world Roger drove his cock into her with an ecstasy that she didn't knew existed. His hands were all over her. It was as if he was Satan... or god himself. Such ferocity she had never known in him. She could see his face contorted with pleasure of their union. She could feel his hardness inside her growling like a caged tiger. Her Roger was screaming with forgiven pleasures and then he could take it no more. The cage opened as he shot drivels of cum inside her.

Ryan was cumming and it was involuntary. His mind had excited him so, the movement of his legs and his pressing tight jeans had caused an accident just as he had rung the doorbell. In his mind he was deep inside her, making babies. In reality, his underwear was soiled with his sperm. But it was too late to turn back. When he got no response he pushed the door to heaven.

Man attains heaven inside a woman. The pagan religions have long believed that it is during an orgasm inside a woman that man is closest to god. Thus the infamous orgies of pagan worshippers. That night Roger had an orgasm of his life. Today it was her turn. When Roger had started cumming inside her, she was sure he would make her pregnant. He had closed his eyes and let out a blood curdling scream of pleasure. Inspite all her wishes, she couldn't cum at the same time, but seeing Roger's face, his eyes closed, his face contorted had given her immense pleasure. Today she was coming with him, her eyes were closed and she was screaming.

Ryan heard the scream, and rushed into the bedroom, only too find her in the midst of an orgasm. Her eyes closed her face contorted.

Roger never opened his eyes again. His heart stopped beating during the orgasm, but his cock continued to spray her with its juices. Now she realized what had happened. He had been so close to God that he had decided to stay. Today she was at the very place. It was her decision whether she would stay or go back to earthly pleasures. She decided to stay, never opening her eyes again.

The screaming stopped, but her hips continued to buck as Ryan gaped in silence. And then there was quiet. Ryan moved towards her to touch her. She was dead.

Barbee's day had been too long and too hard, one of those demanding, nothing-goes-right days that makes you want to scream your head off. But it was over now and all she had to do was get through the rush-hour traffic and make it home. Everything would be all right then. Of that, she was sure.

Turning into the driveway faster than she should, Barbee knocked the gearshift into park, grabbed her purse, and nearly stumbled in her rush out of the car. She barged through the back door with only one thing on her mind. Her bulging handbag landed on the recliner seat and her keys hit the kitchen table with a thump. She passed the stack of mail on the tiled counter without a second glance, pulling her sweater over her head, throwing it on the floor as she sped through the den.
She hurried up the stairs, reaching the top winded. The bedroom door stood open, and Barbee burst in then came to a halt. Her eyes took in the object of her haste greedily and she forced herself to draw a deep calming breath.

Begi looked up. His sexy mouth slowly curved into a smile, his special reassuring smile that always made Barbee feel at home. He tossed the sports magazine aside and propped himself higher against the headboard, his muscular body perfectly at ease in its nudity. With the adjustment, he drew up one leg to bend his knee. The other leg lay heavily over the rumpled sheets.

Barbee tore her gaze away from his face, letting it slip past the broad shoulders, the sparsely hairy chest, the flat stomach, to come to rest on his groin. Under her hungry probe, the limp cock lying in its nest of curls twitched once, twice, then began to rise to the occasion. Barbee, her irritation and fatigue quickly fading, licked her lips absently as she watched it stretch into its perfect shape and pleasurable proportions, becoming the work of art she had dubbed it to be on first acquaintance. Another deep breath filled her lungs; the world would be right again. Soon.

Their eyes met and locked. She took two slow cat-like steps and stopped. Begi's eyebrow flared then settled and his gaze dropped to Barbee's chest expectantly.
Her arms crossed and she took hold of her shirt by the hem with both hands. A cheeky grin revealed her pleasure as she teased Begi with a brief pause before continuing. She raised the hem slowly, her narrow waist twisting side to side in deliberate seduction. One breast, covered in powder-blue lace revealed itself, disappeared momentarily, then reappeared, this time with its twin. The shirt climbed higher and higher, eventually sliding over Barbee's head and then falling on the carpet. There was no need for an exchange of words; actions and expressions spoke far more eloquently.

The shoes flew a short distance as Barbee kicked them off one by one, her eyes never leaving Begi. The slacks were next. She undid the clasp, slowly drew down the zipper, and dug her thumbs inide the waistband. Her hips moved right and left as she began to tug the pants lower, but stopped abruptly with a change of mind. Her quick about-face drew a soft chuckle from Begi. She leaned forward, just a little, pushing her rear out, then resumed, wiggling more provocatively as she slowly pulled her slacks and panties down together. They cleared her creamy buttocks and came to a stop at the upper thighs. She held the pose until she heard an appreciative grunt from behind then proceeded to slowly slide the slacks and panties down her long legs until they laid on the floor at her feet.

Barbee straightened and turned to Begi as she stepped away from the heap of clothes. His glance descended leisurely and fixed on her pubic area. Barbee's hand followed unconsciously, fluffing the soft thatch of hair before her fingers uncurled on their own accord and slid between her dampened petals. The pleasure took her unexpectedly; her eyelids drooped, her head rolled back, and she moaned in her pleasure.

Begi cleared his throat. It took a second clearing for him to gain Barbee's attention. She shook her head and squinched her nose, giggling at her folly, then grew serious once more. Combing her fingers through her thick curls, she reached back and arching, unsnapped her bra hook. The satin straps slid off her round shoulders and she discarded the lacy restricter with a hearty sigh of liberation.

Begi's staying glance halted Barbee's approach. She stood naked, her hands falling to her sides. His predatory scrutiny made her self-conscious. It also aroused her. Her breasts tightened and grew heavier, her pink nipples hardening like two bullets. Heat unfurled low in her belly and her breath quickened with desire.
Begi’s eyes made a slow steady perusal of her slim, shapely form, taking their sweet time to take their fill. He summoned her with a nudge of his head. Barbee went to him without a word, her eager expression betraying her unhurried pace.

She climbed onto the bed gingerly, and as gingerly, positioned herself astride his strong thighs on her knees. Once more, their eyes connected, immersing them in the knowledge that their exchange will constitute more than mere physical satisfaction.

Begi’s hand came up and wrapped firmly around his cock, holding it steady in preparation for Barbee's descent. She inched forward into position. Her shaky, anticipating fingers sank into her soft golden tuft and shamelessly parted the hidden slit to show herself. Blood pumped and heat swirled deeper, producing more of the sweet nectar of love while Begi's devouring gaze continued to feast. Only when his glazed eyes rose to hers did Barbee slowly begin to lower herself onto his pulsing cock. Silk brushed against silk and her eyelids fell to the serenade of a long-winded sigh.

It took every ounce of self-control and patience to do no more than press against the thick crown, which covered the entire span of her opening. Her gentle hip rotations blended male, female fluids, making it slippery, slick. The crown slipped through accidentally, drawing gasps from both lovers. Surprised eyes met, and the same wild urge and struggle for control reflected in both pairs.

Barbee slowly slid down the hard shaft, ripples of ecstasy raking her senses, their duet of moans ringing in her ears. Her vagina vibrated as inch by inch the tight canal stretched to accommodate him, the growing fullness extending to her very soul, infusing her with new life.

The rocking began gently, back and forth, and grew more demanding as the magnet of desire drew Barbee closer to Begi with every motion. Big hands came up and fondled her pendulous breasts. Thumbs and forefingers worked to punish those luscious nipples. Her moans came continuously, reiterating her needs. It wasn't going to take long at all.

Barbee’s gaze locked with Begi's as her hips moved more urgently, more determinedly. He thrust to her rhythm, long satisfying slides, while she squeezed in demand of pleasure. Recognition registered on Begi’s face the instant Barbee began to teeter on the edge of climax. He pinched her sensitive nipples with his fingernails and gritted, possessively waiting for his reward.

The sharp pain of pleasure hurled Barbee into sweet oblivion, drawing a guttural scream as mounted frustration and body exploded into indefinable gratification. Abandoning herself, her awareness centered solely on the sensations swirling within her feminine walls as they grasped, sucked, and devoured the hard cock pumping inside her, wielding its ruthless power to secure her dependence.

The numbness of the aftermath wore off while Begi cooed and held Barbee in his protective arms. Innocent pecks and nibbles of fulfillment were quickly pushed aside by the stubborn re-emergence of carnal needs.

"Barbee…." Impatient for true satisfaction, Begi suddenly rolled over, trapping a lost Barbee beneath his tense body. His spread fingers clamped on either side of her thrashing head, calling for her attention. Barbee stilled suddenly. Blue eyes popped open to the present. She drew her legs up sharply and clasped them around his waist. Then the thrashing began anew, and with vengeance. Possessed by an overwhelming urge to spare him nothing, she huffed and grunted as she struggled to widen the spread of her thighs for the taking.

Begi's mouth swooped down and found hers. The kiss was savage, as if a punishment for the extent of his desire. He sucked and bit, unforgiving. His hot tongue thrust in and out, turning and twisting, sweeping thoroughly. And when his lips did tear away, they left hers swollen and bruised.

He forced his hands underneath her buttocks and lifted them with a firm grip, enabling himself to plunge deeper, to pound more passionately. Barbee groaned, her body welcoming the vicious attack, the unrelenting demands of his manly needs.

Still, it wasn’t enough. Begi freed his hands and quickly draped first one long shapely leg then the other over his shoulders, pressing Barbee into a tight roll, effectively locking her upturned bottom higher for maximum penetration. His strokes now more vehement, he repeatedly withdrew to the brim then plowed back in with the force of his desire.

Tension thickened and Begi thrust recklessly. Labored breathing, slapping balls, urgent whimpers and heartfelt pleas filled the silence of the room like a choir fills a cathedral.

Begi's body, sleek with perspiration, suddenly tensed and his head snapped back in preparation. A deep primitive growl, and Barbee felt hot sperm eject into her womb. Her mind conjured a vivid image of the rigid cock pumping vigorously, unburdening itself within her body and the coil of need tightened even more. Her arms locked fiercely around Begi's neck and her hips pressed upward, straining to gain that impossible closeness.

The intensity of his climax tapering, Begi ground his pelvis against her spread cunt. The pressure was the crucial nudge Barbee needed and resistance shattered in retribution. A scream of victory burst from her lungs before her trembling body began to thrash violently as it gorged on a satisfaction more purified this time by their unison.

In this ultimate state, Begi and Barbee moved harmoniously and moaned rhythmically. He, still pouring his precious seed, she, absorbing it with untamed greed.
It was a long time before heart rates slowed and breathing grew normal. With Barbee's stirring, Begi's soft, satisfied cock slipped out of its moist haven. He drew himself up on his elbows and studied her expression of bliss. His gentle, affectionate kiss to her forehead opened Barbee's eyes. They smiled at each other, once more awed by the healing power of love and lovemaking.

Begi rolled over onto his back, his tucked arm wrapping around her to draw her against his side. Barbee snuggled closer. She fitted her head in the crook of his shoulder and hooked a lazy leg over his. Gratified sighs and sweet kisses followed, sealing their sharing, then leading them into tranquility.

As she was drifting off, a trickle of hot fluid slipped through her swollen labia. Barbee smiled, like an angel, and pressed her damp apex against the muscular thigh that was wedged between her legs.

Begi returned a listless kiss then allowed himself to plunge into the abyss of contentment.

Barbee sighed deeply. At last, satisfaction prevailed, and the world had righted once more. Just before she fell into deep sleep, her hand slid down and gently cupped Begi's warm, drained testicles.

The train pulled away behind her, leaving her standing in a cloud of steam, which was kindly pulled away by the last carriage. The station was just how she remembered it. Immediately she began her final journey, a brisk walk of over twenty-five minutes along such treasured paths saw her in front of the hostel farm.
That too was non-changed in the three years it had been since her last visit. On entering the forever-open main door, there sat Mr Edbury, the elderly owner and only occupant that is apart from the guests.

“Bless my soul” he commenced” if it isn’t Lilly Mane”. On shaking hands, he stood and bid Lilly should enter, he continued, “I must confess, I knew you’d arrive, I received the cheque from your father. But I always remember your name, for as you know, the Valley has always bloomed Lilies, but non such a pure example as you”.

Lilly was easily embarrassed; “I shall blush, surely” she remarked “I’m also surprised you should remember one such as me, after all it was always full of us young City children, and I was of no doubt the quietest”.

On lighting a pipe, he sucked in the first lungful before adding “Yes, but the other girls never had the same class, I remember you never paid any attention to all that depraved nonsense about boys, always in your books” he chuckled.
Lilly replied in a sour note “Yes, I suppose I was a little boring”.

“Boring” he exulted “There should be more like you Lilly, It was a pleasure when you used to come here with your Dad and your brother -fine lad- yes, and here you are back again, but on your own and I should guess eighteen years old?”
Lilly wore a shy smile “Yes eighteen” She replied timidly.
“Yes “ He groaned, “ Many things have changed here though”-
Lilly inquired “Such as?”
“Well, for a start, you mentioned before it was always full here, not anymore”
“Why?” she enquired “Did something happen?”

“No” He pondered “But it would have, I had to keep my eye on things, so for a start I allowed no more boys here, at least no boys I didn’t trust. And more to the point no girls with bad thoughts” he puffed “ Disgraceful this is the country, folk, especially young folk are to come here only for the beauty and charm of it “ He puffed harder “ And there’ll be no disgusting behaviour under these roofs”.

Lilly unlaced her hat “Then how many am I to share the hostel with?”
“Two, but they leave the day after tomorrow”. The self-bemusement that bestowed his face lured him to utter in self-defence: “But I’m right, I’m right. Yes, a lot has changed” he smiled, “but you Lilly you haven’t changed, I’ll bet that book you behold in your arms is your new project?” he grinned in anticipation to a response, a grin so strong Lilly answered smartly in case he might explode “Yes, just some dried flowers”. With relief for both, the raging smile (now no more than a grimace) gave way, and settled into a much more comfortable bearing.

Now much more contented he showed Lilly to her room, he left her alone without further ado, as his welcoming chat had been heavy enough for both, Lilly flopped onto the firm bed. Staring at the ceiling she mused over what had been said. And the fact that she would be alone in two days, the prospect of having no companionship, it was already becoming dark, and maybe she may never meet the other girls, they could come back while she is asleep, she teased herself with a multitude of possibilities –all bad.
-Breakfast-

“We knocked n your door last night, but you must have been sound asleep” Lilly sat relieved among her two new friends “Well, to be honest I thought I might miss you, so I tried to stay awake, but I must have been over tired from the train journey”.
“Oh, good-morning Ladies” interrupted Mr Edbury “I see you’ve met Sara and Jane,
they’re good girls, now –when you finish breakfast, take our Lilly down to the Lake”

It was a fine sunny day, Lilly’s fine blonde hair sat in shining contrast to that of the two dark heads beside her. The three girls had chosen a particularly beautiful spot in which to sit. It was perfect also for Lilly as it drew many flowers.
“This is lovely, it grows only near the Lake.” said Lilly.

Jane reached over and pulled it from the ground “Here Lilly – put it in your book, it’ll look beautiful” Lilly took it from her hand and placed it in the middle pages, she gently squeezed the book shut “Thank you Jane” she smiled. “Yours is such a beautiful book” remarked Jane.
“I’ve got a beautiful book too” quipped Sara. “Oh really” beamed Lilly, “Let’s see it”. The two girls giggled villainously. Jane muttered “No, no Sara don’t. You heard Mr Edbury, she’s not interested in those things”.

“In what things?” demanded Lilly. “You know, boys, men, those things.” Replied Jane.
Lilly was shocked by the answer, more shocked at her own inability to have guessed the subject, the subject she had always avoided.
“Is that what the book is about?” Lilly inquired nervously “Men?”
“Yes” whispered Sara “But it’s a very naughty book, and I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to hear what is to be said in it”
“Stop that Sara” said Jane rather annoyed “You know very well it’ not for every-ones ears, -but would you like to hear it Lilly?” –“Yes, I would, but is it very bad because…” Sara interrupted “It’s pornographic! It was written three years ago in nineteen fifty-nine, by a woman who was a nymphomaniac”.
Jane laughed “Don’t be too impressed by Sara, Lilly, she hardly knows how to pronounce it. But we are all agreed?”

“Then we must chose a reader,” said Sara with devious pleasure “Between My fingers I hold three blades of grass, you can go first Lilly”
Lilly reached out her slender hand, that, try as she might, trembled slightly, the few seconds in which she had to choose, took a painful eternity, but she chose, she pulled away a blade from the pinched fingers of her tormentor. It was short.

“Don’t despair” grinned Sara “Maybe it’s longer than ours.
Jane chose what seemed to be a blade longer than any lades around their feet; it was just left for Sara. She unfolded her fingers to reveal a blade a hair’s length longer than that of Lilly’s. Sara passed her the book. – “You can start where the page is folded”.

A quick glance before she read aloud, confirmed the nature of the book, only where she had to begin wasn’t softened by an introduction that must have been some pages ago.

She began, her audience waited with their eyes shut in expectation, her own eyes wide like saucers, for the same reason.
She gulped – “His penis grew in her mouth” she threw the book down “no, no I, I can’t, I can’t do it”.
The girls needing no more encouragement than their ready state of arousal savagely snarled in unison “You must, you must”.

Lilly, especially in the light that, even Jane was now in opposition, picked up the book. “His penis grew in her mouth, breathing threw her nostrils violently, she sucked hard as she wanted his throbbing manhood at its full potential before being fucked – No, no I really can’t” Lilly dropped the book, and fled back to the house – bolted into her room and locked the door, a sharp contrast from the night before, Lilly wanted to speak to no one. To her complete distress, she replayed the scene from the book over and over.

She stayed the whole night alone in her room. Rejecting the request from Mr Edbury for dinner. Staring at herself in the mirror, she marvelled at the acts at which people are capable. She took for a while to looking at her flower book, but it served to no purpose, she could only think of one book, that disgusting depraved book – what would Mr Edbury ever think of such acts, she thought.

At last feeling tired she began to get undressed, taking off her summer dress by way of letting it fall around her feet, leaving her standing semi naked in front of the mirror. An inquisitive check of her own body, soon had her looking at her own attributes, she had always been slim, but for the first time she was aware that she was looking at the sexual appeal of her body. Sexual appeal that surely was there. Her body she concluded was well formed, her breasts although not large, were full and in no need as yet of a bra. She ran her hands over her backside, twisting to see in the mirror, on this with a sigh, she fell onto the bed in surrender, so many question, and so few answers. She coiled up her knees and pulled her knickers down her legs and over her feet. As they came off she became aware of how wet they were, completely wet, holding them closer for inspection, she knew why they were wet. Tossing them to one side, she gave excuse to her feelings, by way of telling herself that these were her own private thoughts and that nobody would ever know, or more importantly, could ever know. With these newfound secrets, she decided she could think what she liked, as she was her very own secret holder, and she thought, who better to entrust a secret to than yourself.

My roommate wastes not time letting the guy from 3B and I know exactly who is in charge of us both. She instructs him to get undressed. At first he seemed shy but then removed his jeans and tee shirt to reveal he was a boxer-brief man. My roommate giggles and tells me, "Well I guess we were both right on what he wore" which causes the guy in 3B to blush.

My roommate instructs the him to come closer to her so she can inspect him and make sure that he'll be able to handle all that she has planned. He raises an eyebrow but complies nonetheless. She runs her fingernails down his chest lightly and stops just short of his waistband of his boxer-briefs. She grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls his head to her and kisses him hard and grabs his cock with her other hand. As she kisses him she works his cock so that it is rock hard. I must have made a noise because my roommate stopped their kiss and looked over at me. "Would you like a kiss? Ask me for one properly"

Now I've never participated in something like this but I know that I'm expected to answer her as madam from all those stories I've read. "Yes madam, I would". My roommate laughs and comes over and kisses me, our tongues entangling almost immediately. She then instructs the guy from 3B to come over to the bed and sit down. My roommate unhandcuffs me and tells me to stand in front of him. I'm kind of self-conscious again because I now realize I'm the center of attention. I stand in front of him and my roommate comes up behind me and holds my tits in her hands. She starts tweaking my nipples in front of him! My body seems to have a mind of its own because I feel my nipples becoming harder than before and more sensitive. My head rolls back and I moan softly at first. My roommate starts nibbling on my neck and ear lobes and my moans become louder.

She notices that the guy from 3B has now lost his boxer-briefs and is stroking himself slowly while watching us. My roommate bends me over quickly and smacks my ass hard. I yelp in pain and she tells the guy in 3B to stop that right now because he was not given permission and that if he can't play nicely he won't be invited to participate in the fun. She then instructs me to go up to him and give him a nice kiss. I give him a soft peck on the lips and am rewarded with another quick smack on the ass. "I said a nice kiss, not a virginal kiss"

I then kissed him again, slowly running my tongue across his lower lip and then slowly nibbling on his lower lip softly. He moans and my roommate comes behind me again and starts fondling my tits again. She continues to tweak my nipples until my body is quivering and I'm having a hard time paying attention to my assignment.

My roommate instructs me to stand behind her and slowly take off her bra. I slowly take off her bra and start fondling her tits in return for the pleasure she gave me. I tweak her nipples and she moans.

She instructs me to stop and gives my ass a hard smack again for not asking for permission first. She then instructs me to stand in front of her again. I do as I am instructed and she begins to kiss me again. Our lips come together and we begin to suck on each other's tongues and lower lips. She gently bites my lower lip and I moan. As I moan I feel her fingers gently come up my inner thigh and explore my pussy. "Hmmmm, someone is very wet" and sticks one long finger deep in my pussy, "and hot too." She then proceeds to back me up to the bed.

The guy in 3B replaces her finger with his own and immediately his moans match my own. My roommate begins to play with my breasts again. She starts by flicking my nipples rapidly with her tongue until I moan even louder and proceed to shudder. My hips move on their own against the guy in 3B's hand, my pussy grabbing his finger as if it had a mind of its own. She then sucks my nipple into her mouth as she rolls the other between her fingertips. She asks the guy in 3B if he likes what he's feeling and he just nods.

She then turns to offer the guy access to her pussy as well and he quickly sticks two fingers deep in her pussy. My roommate moans and I'm rewarded with her rubbing her body against mine. I decide to return the favor and flick her nipple rapidly with my tongue. She reaches between our bodies while I flick and suck on her nipple, and tweak the other between my fingers, and begins to rub my clit. I am moaning so hard that I lose concentration on sucking on her nipple.

She asks me in my ear if I want to be fucked, when I only nod my head she laughs and bites my lower lip. She instructs the guy from 3B to fuck my pussy with his fingers until he thinks I am about to cum. She tells me not to cum until given permission. He begins to finger fuck us both and we both lock eyes. My roommate begins to moan and grabs me and kisses me hard and passionately. We're both close to cumming that my roommate stops him and tells him to remove his hands.
She brings the hand that had been in my pussy up to her mouth and sucks on it and licks it clean. She smiles "Yummy, absolutely yummy." She brings his other hand to my lips and I begin to suck on his fingers slowly and deliberately while never losing her focus. She smiles at me and tells me that it's time for our little toy to have some enjoyment too.

She pushes him down onto the bed and immediately sits on his chest. She props him up on some pillows so he can see fully what she is doing to herself. She begins to play with her own tits, tweaking the nipples and flicking them with her tongue. I kneel between his legs and start to slowly run my tongue across the head of his cock and down the crease. I then run my tongue under the ridge of the head of his cock and proceed to take only the head of it into my mouth. With one hand I begin to massage his balls, while stroking my roommate's ass. She begins to moan from her own playing and instructs me to join her on the bed.

I join them on the bed but immediately start back to work sucking on his cock. She immediately slaps my ass which causes me to suck harder on the head of his cock. I find that sensitive spot on the underside of his cock where the head meets his shaft and play with it with my tongue, while doing that I reach over and slowly start playing with my roommate's pussy in front of him. I felt his cock jump in my mouth, and my pussy responded by getting wetter. My roommate smacks my ass softly and asks if he notices how wet my pussy is and if he likes it. He says he does and goes to touch it. She smacks his hand away and tells him that it's her's only to play with and that he can only watch.

She begins by slowly finger fucking me while I suck his cock fully into my mouth and begin to work it quickly. My hand is also wrapped around his cock and is following the same motion as my mouth. As I work him harder and harder, I can feel his orgasm building. Not wanting him to cum yet I slow down and massage his balls. My roommate however is not so kind to me and finger fucks my pussy with an even faster speed that has me close to cumming all over her hand. She then stops and gives him permission to only feel how tight my pussy has gotten.

I am slowly starting to suck on him again, and at the feeling of his two fingers working their way into my pussy causes me to gasp and suck hard on his cock. He moans, whether from my pussy or my mouth I didn't know, and my roommate used that opportunity to sit on his face. He proceeds to lick her pussy clean and leans forward and proceeds to finger my clit while he continues to finger fuck me. I suck on his cock faster and harder and as my roommate comes she works my clit even harder and he finger fucks me faster and harder.

This was more than I could take and I pull him from my mouth and start moaning and saying "oh yes, please yes let me cum... oh fuck yeah...." I proceed to jerk him off and my roommate stops us both just short of our orgasms. She then instructs us to both stand up and she lays across the bed. Her nipples were rock hard, as were mine, and her pussy dripping wet. She instructs me to come and lay on top of her. I spread her legs and slowly rub our pussies against each other. I slowly begin to grind against her missionary style and then feel between our bodies and begin to play with her pussy. I stick two fingers in her and let my thumb play with her clit.

The guy from 3B is standing there rubbing his cock as I play with her. She tells him not to cum and I stick into her pussy the vibrating dildo with the rabbit ears. I pump it in and out of her pussy as I suck on her titties. I can feel her orgasm building and she stops my hand.

She instructs me to lay back against her and then grabs my tits in her hands. She begins to tweak my nipples and I moan and begin to use the dildo on myself. She then instructs the guy from 3B to remove the dildo from me and to replace it with his cock. He complies quickly and begins to fuck me while my roommate holds my titties. The force of his thrusts causes me to rub against her titties and her nipples get harder and she tweaks mine to make them harder also. I'm so close to cumming when my roommate tells him to stop.

She demands that I be done doggie style with her underneath. I turn over and get on all fours and he begins to fuck me again but this time slowly as to build my orgasm again. I begin to suck on my roommate's lower lip and she moans. I feel her hands search for my tits again and I slowly dip my tongue into her mouth and coax her tongue into my mouth where I suck on it. She then tells him to fuck me harder which causes my hard nipples to brush against her's. She then reaches wraps her legs around my waist so that our pussies are grinding as I get fucked from behind.

She smacks my ass and tells him to fuck me faster. He fucks me faster and harder, his thrusts coming so quick and deep it takes everything not to scream with pleasure. As I feel myself get ready to cum I moan "oh my god... oh yes... fuck me... god yes... fuck my pussy..." which is met with a moan from my roommate and her tweaking our nipples together. My orgasm hits and I suck on my roommate's neck and she cums also as the guy from 3B reaches between our bodies and plays with her clit and finger fucks her while he finishes fucking me. His own orgasm hit as her's did and we all collapse in a twisted pile of bodies.

My roommate kisses me and says "That was fun. We ought to do this more often. Do come back and visit us, won't you?"