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  • The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 5

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 5

     Steffi Meets Mom.

    by senorlongo.

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    Mom was talking to and walking with Nicholas. He was about

    four inches taller than her, short brown hair, what looked like brown eyes and
    nicely dressed in a sweater and slacks with brown loafers. I stepped forward to
    introduce myself, “Hi, I’m Rob--glad you could make it.”

    “Thanks, I’m Nick.” I introduced Steffi and back into the car
    we went. The Subaru is small so the men sat in front for the ride north. It
    took us about a half hour to get to White Plains and another ten to find the
    restaurant. I’d never eaten at Morton’s and I was eagerly looking
    forward to an excellent meal. We had a 5:30 reservation which would give us
    plenty of time to get acquainted. In the interest of encouraging conversation I
    went first, explaining how I had become a singer and more important, how I had
    met Steffi. I told a lot about that day at Malden High, but conveniently forgot
    to mention Steffi’s reaction to my harp’s glissando.

    I encouraged Mom and Nick to order drinks while Steffi and I had iced tea.
    Steffi went next, telling all about her family; even about the dispute with her
    father that led to us living together and marrying so quickly. She also told
    about my day at her school, but from her perspective. I heard for the first
    time what the girls thought about me; how they thought I was “so
    hot” and how all the girls were so jealous that she had landed me. Mom
    and I laughed at some of her descriptions, mostly because we knew Steffi. She
    could be so serious one minute and so silly the next. Surprisingly, Nick went
    next.

    “Okay,” he began, “I already told Christina that I was
    divorced, but I didn’t tell her how painful it was. I have two kids and I
    haven’t been able to see them since the divorce. That’s because her
    father is a millionaire and she had a whole team of lawyers where I could only
    afford some kid out of night school. Her parents never liked me; wrong
    religion, wrong socio-economic level, not enough snob appeal; you know the
    story. Angie even told me the divorce was her parents’ idea. If she
    didn’t do it they’d cut her off without a penny. I guess they
    scared the devil out of her. Anyway, I have these two beautiful kids; a boy and
    a girl; who will never know their father. And I’ll never know them. I
    often wonder what those bastards will tell the kids about me; probably that I
    was killed in an accident. That’s why I’ve never tried to get
    involved with anyone. I was hurt too badly. Christina is the only woman I know
    who isn’t like the others. She’s always been kind and considerate
    to me.”

    The waiter came and we ordered, and, of course, I ordered too much; lobster
    bisque, lettuce wedge with bleu cheese dressing, filet medium rare, and an
    order of fries to share with Steffi. Steffi also ordered the salad and filet,
    Mom and Nick decided to split a porterhouse for two which I thought was a
    positive sign. We chatted about everything and nothing during our meal which,
    if anything, exceeded our expectations. At one point I got a chuckle out of
    Steffi and Mom when I stuck a long French fry in my mouth and grunted to
    Steffi. She took the other end in her mouth and we ate our way to a kiss. We
    must kiss a hundred times a day, so it was no big deal, but I wanted to put
    Nick at ease with the idea of romantic involvement and a kiss from Steffi was
    always something to cherish. Nick was a bit sheepish and nervous when he put a
    long fry into his mouth.
    “Don’t look at me,” I exclaimed. Steffi laughed and Mom just
    smiled, but she did accept the invitation, lingering at the end just enough to
    show interest. I was pleased when Steffi patted my thigh. We agreed that this
    could be a good match.

    I was stuffed after eating all that food, but Steffi wanted to share
    cheesecake. “What the hell,” I thought, “I’ve already
    had enough cholesterol to last a month. What’s a little more?” I
    agreed and Nick and Mom also agreed to share. It would be interesting to watch
    how the sharing would proceed. In the end, Nick deferred to Mom who was busy
    deferring to him. It took them almost fifteen minutes to down a single piece of
    cheesecake. The check came and Nick offered graciously to share. “Thanks,
    Nick, but it’s my treat. I forgot to tell you, Mom that Les is
    negotiating with the orchestra for two more Christmas concerts. I told him
    I’d only consider it if they paid fifteen. I told you we’re
    planning to marry before Christmas.”

    “Do you mean fifteen thousand?” It was Nick, somewhat incredulous.

    “Yeah, fifteen thousand each so I think I can afford dinner.” I
    checked the bill; it was just under $345 including 10% sales tax. I paid with
    my Visa and raised the total to $420 to provide a generous tip for the
    excellent service. We were weaving out on the sidewalk when we left, not
    because we were drunk; Mom and Nick had two drinks and I doubted that would
    have much of an impact. The problem was that we had all overeaten. Back into
    the car we went, but this time Mom directed Steffi to the front seat. I had
    driven almost twenty minutes when Mom told us, “I’ll go with Nick
    once we’re at the mall, Rob.”

    “Does that mean we’ll finally have some privacy tonight?” I
    was such a terrible tease. Steffi laughed, but Mom laughed so hard she actually
    choked.

    Only when she was back under control did she explain to the confused Nick.
    “Privacy hardly seems to be a requirement for these two. For Nick’s
    information approximately how many times have you two made love since
    you’ve been in my privacy deprived apartment?”

    “I think I lost track, Mom,” I replied, continuing the joke.

    “I’ll tell you, Mom,” commented Steffi, eager to join in the
    fun. “Let’s see; we got here Wednesday evening so; Wednesday,
    Thursday, Friday, and nothing yet today unfortunately, would make; I think;
    four times, or maybe five, but it could be more.” She had a huge grin on
    her face when she continued, “Of course, we’re madly in love with
    each other; and we are engaged; so; .”

    “I knew about four of those; three from Steffi screaming in the middle of
    the night and one from a set of wet towels in the bathroom. Actually, I’m
    jealous.”

    Mom turned to Nick; “Relax, Nick; we’re only

    normal American teenagers; normal horny American teenagers.”

    We all had another laugh at that. Ten minutes later we

    pulled into the parking lot and Nick directed us to his car. He thanked me
    again as he helped Mom out of the car. Steffi and I said good-bye and I drove
    off. We couldn’t wait to get back to the apartment. I had barely parked
    the car before Steffi and I bolted out and ran up the stairs. I had the key out
    and unlocked the door in seconds. Our clothes dropped to the floor as we raced
    to the shower. I cursed this old apartment; it took forever for the water to
    heat, or so it seemed. We raced through cleaning each other, dried hurriedly
    and laughed all the way to my bedroom. I pulled back the blanket and sheet for
    Steffi, but she pulled me in on top of her. We rolled across the narrow bed,
    almost falling out the other side before we stopped and had our first kiss.
    This was no “strip of bacon” or “French fry” kiss. This
    was raw animal passion as we ground our lips and tongues together.
    Steffi’s arms were wrapped tightly around my body, her mound grinding
    against my thigh.

    We rolled around until Steffi lay atop my body. Pulling back from the kiss, she
    raised her hips and slowly engulfed me within her tight sheath. She exhaled as
    she sank onto me, demonstrating her rapture; her ecstasy; as her cunt was
    stretched around my thick organ. Very slowly she began to rock, driving her hot
    hard clit into my abdomen. So wrapped up in each other were we that we failed
    to hear my mother enter the apartment with Nick trailing behind her.

    In Another room.


    “What did I tell you, Nick? Not too eager are they? Look at these clothes
    thrown all over the floor. Help me pick them up, will you?”

    “Do you do this kind of thing often?”

    “No, I just met Steffi on Wednesday evening although I knew that she and
    Rob were engaged. Rob attends college in Massachusetts so he’s not home
    too often and he’s always been neat before. I doubt he thought we’d
    come in so soon. Here, I’ll take that bra.” Nick held out his hand
    as though he couldn’t get rid of it quickly enough. “Things will
    get back to normal tomorrow afternoon once they’ve returned to school.
    Thanks, I’ll set these aside so they can take them back. Want a
    drink?”

    “Um; no thanks, I don’t like to drive when I’ve been
    drinking.”

    “Okay; then how about a kiss?” She offered.

    “Uh; sure.”

    “Good; c’mon into my bedroom. You know; just in case.”

    “But what will they think?”

    “First of all, I doubt they’ll even notice, but even if they do; so
    what? We’re adults and I assume we’d both be consenting. Well, I
    know I would. I’ve wanted this moment for a long time, Nick. And I think
    you’ve wanted it, too. Don’t you think we’ve wasted enough
    time?” She held out her hand in invitation. Slowly, he moved to her,
    extending his arm. Christina pulled him to her. Their bodies met first, their
    lips a millisecond later. They kissed holding each other, body to body, for
    many minutes as tongues explored insistently, breaking it only to move into the
    bedroom where they could take their lust to another level.

    Christina stood in front of Nick as she lifted his sweater over his head and
    swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. His tee-shirt soon followed. She ran her nails
    down his chest and around his nipples; she could sense his desire. She
    unbuckled his belt and allowed his slacks to fall to his feet. Thumbs inside
    his waistband forced his briefs to follow. Christina knelt to remove his shoes
    and socks and to help him to step out of his pants, admiring his long thick
    erection which was just at eye level. Next she stood arms open to encourage
    Nick to reciprocate. He moved closer and whispered, “God, you’re
    beautiful.”

    “I’m glad you think so, but don’t you think I’d like to
    be naked, too so I can feel your skin against mine; so I can rub against your
    beautiful hard cock.” Nick’s hands were shaking as he began to
    remove her blouse. She turned around so he could unclasp her bra. His hands
    found her firm C-cup tits; he loved their smoothness and how her areolas
    reacted to his touch. His mouth found her bare shoulder as he kissed and licked
    his way up her neck.

    Nick wrapped his hands around her waist. She unbuttoned her slacks and stepped
    out then turned into Nick’s arms and another long steamy kiss. “Now
    explain to me why we haven’t done this sooner. Why did we wait so
    long?”

    “I; I was afraid. I still am. I don’t want to be hurt again.”
    Nick admitted.

    “I understand, but, Nick, there are never any guarantees in life. I was
    in love with Rob’s father and I had a whole life planned out when he
    disappeared. I was three months pregnant and kicked out by my parents. I came
    home from my job at the supermarket to find he’d gone; not only left, but
    cleaned out all my money and what little jewelry I had. I was broke and broken
    hearted. I remembered the saying, ‘what doesn’t kill you will make
    you stronger.’ It didn’t kill me, but it definitely made me
    stronger. I’ve been alone ever since, except for Rob, of course, but
    that’s different. I need someone as much as you do.” She lay back
    on the bed pulling him with her.

    She led his hand to her cunt; her hot wet cunt; as she reached to feel his
    powerful erection for the first time. “You have no idea how much
    I’ve wanted and waited for this, Nick.”

    “Me too, Christina. I don’t know why I wasn’t more assertive.
    You gave me every sign you were interested.”

    “You’re here now, Nick; that’s all that matters. Can you
    reach that drawer? I have some condoms there. I bought them a month or so ago;
    I was hopeful and I like to be prepared.” Nick leaned forward and reached
    the drawer; he pulled the small package onto the bed where they could reach
    them when needed. “I hope you’ll forgive me for making you wait,
    but I need a taste of that pretty cock of yours. Just lie back here and let me
    sample you.” Christina slid down his body to lick the slippery pre-cum
    from his tip. “Oh my, Nick, You do taste delicious. I can hardly wait to
    have you in my cunt.” She stopped talking then as she fellated him,
    taking him deep into her mouth and throat. Nick seemed to be paralyzed as she
    moved up and down, bringing him closer and closer to a thunderous orgasm.

    She stopped before he came; she wanted him to cool down a bit before they
    fucked. She kissed the tip and rubbed his balls for a few minutes before
    sitting up to straddle his thighs. She reached for the condoms and once the
    foil wrapper was opened, gently unrolled the latex sheath down his shaft.
    Moving forward she placed it at the entrance to her sex. Christina stared into
    his clear brown eyes as his cock slowly disappeared into her. “Oh God!
    You feel so good in me, Nick! It’s been so long; too long.”

    “I love this, Christina. You feel wonderful; so incredibly tight.
    I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll last too long.”

    “That’s okay, we can do it again in a couple of hours and again
    when we wake up in the morning.”

    Nick gulped several times, “Morning?”

    “Sure, why not? Don’t you want to fuck me again?”

    “Sure, but; what about?”

    “Rob? Steffi? Believe me, they’ll be thrilled. We can go to church
    in the morning, just like a real family.”

    “You make it sound so simple, Christina.”

    “It is simple, Nick; you stay overnight, we fuck several times, get up,
    have breakfast, and go to church. We come home, have lunch, see Rob and Steffi
    off, come back in and fuck some more. Sound like a plan to you? Oh yeah; call
    me Chris, will you please. Christina sounds so formal.”

    Nick suddenly increased his pace and was just about to cum when he heard a loud
    primal scream. “What the?”

    “Unless I’m mistaken that was Steffi with another great orgasm.
    Now, come on Nick. Cum for me.” He continued for three more thrusts
    before grunting several times as his semen erupted into the waiting sheath. He
    was completely drained when it ended. Christina moved down to lie on his chest.
    Reaching down she pulled off him and removed the condom from his organ. She
    dropped it onto a tissue and placed it onto the night stand. She slowly stroked
    him, pulling any remaining semen from his sagging cock. She brought her hand to
    her mouth and tasted his ejaculate. She licked her fingers clean and kissed
    Nick, pulling the blanket over them. “Let’s get some sleep while we
    can, okay?” She lay at his side, her leg over his, her arm over his
    chest, her head resting gently on his shoulder.

    CHAPTER 11

    I was pumping my cock into Steffi furiously. I knew she was close. I recognized
    the signs; the frantic irregular breathing, the subtle shaking, the glazing
    over of her eyes. She arched her back as it hit, screaming as her sexual
    frustrations erupted from her body. I was only seconds behind her, flooding her
    cunt and womb with slick white semen. We lay in bed exhausted from our
    exertions.

    Steffi had pulled the blanket up over our bodies when I thought I heard a loud
    grunt. ‘Did you hear something, Rob?”

    “Yeah, sounded like me when I’m cumming.” Steffi’s head
    jumped back. Even in the dim light I could tell that she was staring into my
    eyes.

    “Do you think?”

    “I don’t know; maybe; let me get up for a second.” I eased
    out of bed and opened the door, taking a quick check up the hallway. I thought
    I could hear some talking through the door.” I snuck back to Steffi,
    carefully closing the door on the way. “I think I heard some talking from
    Mom’s bedroom; all right!”

    Steffi hugged me and whispered, “I hope you’re right. Let’s
    get some sleep. Maybe we’ll wake up during the night. I’m feeling
    horny again. Damn! I’ll never get enough of you.” She kissed me and
    snuggled against me. She wiggled her body several times until she was
    comfortable and we went to sleep.

    Sleeping in the apartment you get accustomed to certain sounds; the passing of
    a car in the street, the sounds of footsteps on the sidewalk, even an
    occasional conversation between passersby. However, there are sounds you
    don’t normally hear; squeaking mattress springs, grunts or squeals of
    joy. Those will wake me and that was why I awoke around three. I raised my head
    to hear better and that was Steffi’s signal to kiss me. “I was
    hoping you’d wake up,” she whispered, “I want you again.
    Somehow, I don’t think we’ll be the only ones fucking.”

    “Yeah, they woke me up, too. I’m really glad. Nick seems nice and
    Mom does need someone. She’s too young to be alone all the time. Why
    don’t you lie on your side? Face away from me. That’s it.”
    Steffi raised her leg, placing it over mine and exposing her wet cunt to my
    cock. She reached for my cock and, finding it hot and hard, pulled it into her
    slit. I pushed the rest of the way, seating myself deep into her. One hand
    found her clit; it was already hard and hot and peeking out from its protective
    hood. My other hand found her nipples. Betraying her need they were already
    hard. I pulled and pinched and rolled them. She turned her head to face me.
    “Oh God, Rob; oh God! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

    I liked to give Steffi what she wanted and needed. She didn’t ask for
    much. I pounded her poor cunt relentlessly; without pity. It was what she
    wanted, after all. I pumped her for all I was worth while I pinched her clit
    firmly. She began to shake uncontrollably, but I only fucked her harder and
    faster until I became worried that the bed would collapse from the strain.
    Fortunately, she came; and hard; remembering to clamp her hands over her mouth.
    I continued for several minutes before I was able to relax as my orgasm spread
    warmly over my body. I held Steffi tightly and whispered that I loved her. In
    the ensuing quiet I thought I could hear the box springs straining in
    Mom’s room. “Not bad,” I thought, “twice in one night;
    just like us.”

    We slept until 7:30 when Steffi wanted to go again. “Perhaps this would
    be a good time for an anatomy lesson. I’m not built like you. I have
    limits although you obviously have none. Why don’t you sit on my face? I
    can still use my tongue if you want.”

    “No; let’s just get up and shower. I like it better when we can do
    each other.” I kissed her and jumped out of bed.

    “Knowing that Nick is here, maybe I’d better go out and check. Let
    me get my jeans on.” I opened the door cautiously and tiptoed down the
    hallway. There was nobody in the bathroom so I returned for Steffi who threw on
    a robe and accompanied me into the shower. We made it quick, realizing that
    there might well be two more showers this morning. We dried ourselves and
    Steffi left while I shaved. I left the door open to dissipate the steam from
    the shower while I lathered my face and began to remove my stubble. I turned
    when I heard a noise at the door. “Oh, hi Nick; come on in. Do whatever
    you need to do. I’ll be out of here in a minute.” I continued to
    shave while he walked in red faced to piss. As promised I was gone in less than
    a minute, closing the door as I left. I had just turned the corner when my
    mother left her bedroom and walked into the bathroom. “Morning,
    Mom.

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  • The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 4

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 4

     It’s a family affair.

    by senorlongo.

    Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.




    CHAPTER 9

    I played in our last basketball game before Thanksgiving on Tuesday evening.
    Most of our games were against other Division III schools, but this one was a
    tune up for perennial powerhouse Boston College which, unfortunately, was
    Steffi’s favorite college team. I played well but we got our asses
    kicked. What else would anyone expect against an ACC team? Steffi was there for
    me when I walked out of the locker room. “I thought you played so well,
    Rob, but their guys were so huge.”

    “It’s okay, I never thought we’d have a chance against them.
    On the positive side they’ll be the best team we face all year and we
    lost by less than 20 so maybe we’ll be good later when the games really
    count. We’ll see.”

    We packed the car that evening and went to bed, something I looked forward to
    with greater enthusiasm now that Steffi was with me all the time. My last class
    ended at eleven on Wednesday morning. I returned to the house to fill a cooler
    with Cokes and some ice. My next stop was the high school. It was really funny,
    but now that Steffi was eighteen she was able to write and sign her own excuse
    notes. This one went: “Please excuse Steffi Goldwasser at noon today for
    a family trip. (Signed) Steffi Goldwasser.” I found the whole idea
    nothing less than incredible as I walked into the office and asked for her. I
    had to show my ID which I thought was odd since she was an adult in the eyes of
    the law. One of the secretaries asked if I was THE Rob Kerwood. I assured her
    that I was and asked what we should do once Steffi and I married. “Just
    come in and tell us, that’s all. We’ll make the adjustment right
    here on our computers.” I thanked them as Steffi entered. We left less
    than a minute later.

    “I’m excited, Rob. I can’t wait to meet your mother and thank
    her.”

    “Thank her,” I asked as I buckled my seat belt.

    “Yes; for you and for her advice about hating. I just hope she likes
    me.”

    “I think she will. She likes sincere honest people, and I’d say
    that’s you to a ‘T.’” I turned on the CD player and
    listened to Swan Lake as I turned onto Alewife Brook Parkway on our way to the
    Mass Pike. I had driven roughly an hour when I pulled off onto US 84 toward
    Hartford and New York City. A few minutes later I pulled off in Sturbridge.
    There was an old-time candy store there that my mom just loved. We picked out
    an assortment of goodies for her and for ourselves, as well. I paid with my
    charge card and we returned to the car. I allowed Steffi to drive because the
    traffic was and would be pretty light for a while. I had never seen her drive
    and I didn’t want to put her into a bad situation that she couldn’t
    handle. After a while I realized that she was just as good as me; careful and
    cautious, but not afraid. More important--she didn’t drive too fast for
    the conditions. There were a lot of trucks on the road today that required
    special care. I relaxed and closed my eyes, resting for more than a half hour.
    We pulled off into a rest stop to use the facilities. I bought her a late lunch
    and we were back on the road in minutes.

    Traffic got really heavy outside Hartford and slowed to a crawl. I could see
    flashing blue lights way off in the distance; great, an accident. I knew now
    that we’d be late. Handing Steffi my phone I asked her to phone my mom
    and tell her we’d likely be late. “Hi, Ms. Kerwood, it’s
    Steffi, Rob’s fianc . Yes, it’s nice to speak to you, too. Rob
    wants you to know that we’re stuck in a huge traffic jam outside
    Hartford. I don’t think we’ve moved a half mile in the last thirty
    minutes. Hold on a sec, please. What, Rob? Oh, okay; Ms. Kerwood, Rob suggests
    we get a pizza when we get there since we have no idea when it’ll be.
    Would that be okay with you? All right; I’ll tell him. See you soon;
    bye.”

    Steffi ended the call and turned to me, “Your mom says we should call
    when we get off 95 in New Rochelle. Is that right?” I nodded as I changed
    lanes to get around a huge tractor trailer, one with tandem trailers, so I
    could see what was happening up ahead. “Okay, she says she’ll order
    your favorite and have it delivered. She sounded really nice.”

    “That’s a good sign.” We crept forward until we reached the
    crash scene. I could see what happened immediately. Some idiot had tried to cross
    the median and pulled out in front of a big rig that was doing 65 miles per
    hour and was unable to stop. I told Steffi to look away. The guy’s head
    was at an angle through the broken window that showed immediately that he was
    dead. I felt badly for his family and for the poor truck driver that would have
    to live the rest of his life knowing that he had killed someone, even if it
    wasn’t his fault. We learned later on the internet that the car driver
    had been on the phone at the time of the accident. What a shame.

    The rest of the trip was uneventful. We passed the time singing old standards
    and oldies from the fifties and sixties. We got some interesting looks from
    cars we passed or who passed us, but we had a really good time. It was just
    past seven when we reached New Rochelle. Steffi called Mom again; we’d be
    there in about twenty minutes.

    If Steffi was shocked when she saw where I had lived she hid it well. I parked
    behind the building in the slot reserved for our apartment. In all her years
    there my mother had never owned a car or even learned to drive. I learned in
    school and had to ask my buddy Jimmy if one of his parents would take me for
    the test.

    We walked up the rickety back stairs to the second floor and turned left. I
    told her to knock at 2D. Mom opened the door and they stood there for a moment
    sizing each other up before I gently pushed Steffi forward. “Mom; this is
    Steffi, the woman who’s captured my heart. Steff, this is obviously my
    mother.”

    “Hi, Ms. Kerwood; it a real pleasure to meet you and I also want to thank
    you.”

    “It’s nice to meet you, too Steffi, but why are you thanking
    me?” We sat in the living room, Steffi and me on the new couch.

    “New furniture, eh?”

    “Yes, Rob; go ahead Steffi.” I listened as Steffi recounted the
    misadventure with her father, how she left home rather than give me up, and how
    we came to live together. I rubbed her back as she spoke. I wanted her to know
    that I was there for her. She had just finished when the doorbell rang. I
    jumped up to pay for the pizza. We moved into the kitchen, sitting at the old
    enameled steel table with all its chips and cracks. It was old when I was a
    baby and it hadn’t improved with age. I had just split up the pie and
    distributed the pieces when Steffi spoke again.

    “I also want to thank you for doing such a great job with Rob. He’s
    the most unselfish and giving person I’ve ever met.”

    “Thank you, Steffi. It wasn’t always easy, although Rob was usually
    a pleasure to deal with.” The conversation went on for hours until Mom
    excused herself to bed. “Oh; I assume you’ll make love while
    you’re here so I’d like to know if you’re noisy.”

    “Um; Rob’s not,” Steffi replied and even I had to laugh.

    “Okay, I have some earplugs. The neighbors will just have to make do. I
    hope being in a twin bed will be okay. I don’t have anything
    bigger.”

    “It’ll be fine, Ms. Kerwood.”

    “That’s something we’ll have to change. I can’t have my
    future daughter-in-law calling me anything so formal.”

    “Can I call you Mom?”

    “You’d better!” They hugged and we were a family. We waited
    until Mom had cleared the bathroom before starting our shower. It was a bit of
    a struggle fitting into the tub but that just meant I’d constantly be in
    touch with Steffi’s glorious body. We dried each other as was our habit and
    went into bed. I lay on my back while Steffi crawled on top of me. I became
    hard in a millisecond. Steffi kissed me and, wasting no time, pulled me into
    her warm wet cunt.

    Sitting up she rocked on my cock, driving her hard clit against me forcefully.
    Maybe it was the circumstances, but we both came quickly and, more importantly,
    silently. Steffi giggled as she turned around and cleaned my cock with her
    mouth, sucking up her juices and any residual semen. She straddled my leg,
    threw her arm over my body and kissed me good night. I pulled the blanket up
    over our naked bodies and we went to sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day.

    We had agreed that we would sleep naked, as usual, but keep a set of
    “pajamas” by the side of the bed, essentially a tee shirt and gym
    shorts. Fortunately, hers were pink so I doubted I’d make a mistake. We
    were up early and dressed, but not before Mom had put the coffee on. Steffi
    volunteered to help with the dinner which was interesting since she could
    barely make toast or boil water. None the less Mom took the time to teach her.
    I could hear them talking and joking about the turkey as Steffi made the
    stuffing under Mom’s direction. She stuffed the bird and placed the bacon
    on top. Mom always did that to make it moist, besides we all know everything’s
    better with bacon.

    I settled in after a light lunch to take in the football game. The turkey was
    done around 4:30; it has always been my job to get it out of the oven. I
    carefully placed several towels on the Formica surface and lifted the roasting pan
    up and out. Once I was done I couldn’t resist taking a piece of the
    bacon, now crisp and mostly stuck to the turkey’s skin. I pulled up a
    long strip and placed one end into my mouth before tapping Steffi on the
    shoulder. She turned and laughed. Mom heard her, turned and laughed, too.
    “You’d better humor him Steffi or else he’ll keep it up all
    night.”

    Steffi took the hint and took the other end into her mouth. Together we bit our
    way up the strip, stopping only when our lips met.

    “You know, all you had to do was ask.”

    “Okay, I’m asking.” Steffi rolled her eyes, but threw her
    arms around my neck and kissed me madly for several minutes. She broke it with
    a pat on my backside. “Just let me know when you’re getting another
    piece. I enjoyed it almost as much as I enjoyed you.”

    Dinner was served around six. As usual, I had carved the turkey and, as usual,
    it was a small one; suitable for such a small family grouping. We all sat at
    the table, but now the old table was covered with a plastic table cloth. I began
    the blessing: “I usually have many reasons to be thankful; my health, my
    singing ability, my success, and, of course, my mother. Now I have something
    else that dwarfs the others. I have the love of the most beautiful woman I have
    ever known. Steffi, you have made me the luckiest man on the planet.”
    From there I moved into a traditional blessing, thanking God for our food,
    health, and family. Then we dug in. I was pleased to see that Steffi
    wasn’t holding back. It showed me that she felt comfortable with my
    mother. They chatted like old buddies throughout the meal. Too soon it was
    over, although I did, again as usual, eat way too much. We cleaned up and
    retired to the living room for some TV. Steffi snuggled up next to me, pulling
    my arm around her. I glanced at my mother, noticing she looked on with
    approval.

    About an hour later we had dessert. We always had the same things; pumpkin pie
    for Mom (I hated pumpkin) and chocolate cream for me. Mom showed Steffi how to
    whip the cream and make sure it didn’t turn into butter. I ate too much
    pie, but so did Steffi having a slice of each and giving her approval to both.
    We cleaned up while Mom showered in preparation for tomorrow’s work. She
    worked in a big department store and tomorrow was “Black Friday,” a
    day when all the employees would be busy from opening to closing. It would have
    been nice to sleep in, especially with Steffi, but we were going to the high
    school for the basketball practice. All the recent graduates would show and
    scrimmage against the varsity.

    We showered and climbed naked into bed. Steffi slithered over my body. We
    kissed briefly and I asked her, “So, how was your day?”

    “Wonderful, Rob; I love your mother. She has such strength and she
    accepted me so easily. I was afraid she wouldn’t like me; too young,
    Jewish, not good enough for her son, I don’t know; any reason, but
    she’s been so nice.” I smiled. I was really happy for both of us.

    “So, now that you’re happy and stuffed with food; .”

    “Simple; I want to be stuffed with you. I can be the turkey and you can
    be the stuffing; or the stuffer for my stuffee.”

    “Lame, but I still love you. Roll onto your side. I want to try something
    new.” I moved her to my side facing away from me. Pulling her leg back
    over mine, opened her cunt to me. I pushed forward to rub her clit with my
    cock’s tip. Soon Steffi was moaning continuously as she turned on. I
    pulled back and thrust forward, sliding into her hot wet tightness.
    Steffi’s moans were louder; more insistent, more demanding. I rubbed her
    swollen nipple with my other hand; her moaning became louder.

    I pushed into her hard, driving her forward, but holding her back with my
    strength. I reached around to tickle her clit, finding it hard and swollen in
    her desire and her need as I continued to pound her sensitive cunt. I brushed
    it gently, but she gripped my hand, forcing it firmly into her sex.
    “Harder, Rob,” she begged. I pinched it as I would her nipple and
    she exploded. Unfortunately, she forgot where she was and screamed in her
    passion then clamped her hand over her mouth as I laughed and laughed, still
    pumping her cunt hard. I had barely finished laughing when I grunted almost as
    loudly, signaling the onset of my orgasm. Over and over I sprayed her cunt with
    my rich sperm-laden juice. Exhausted, I began to withdraw until she stopped me,
    holding me within her body. “Let’s sleep like this,” she
    whispered.

    “You’ve got to be kidding. If I stay in you I’ll be hard the
    entire time. That means I’ll be moving and neither one of us will get any
    sleep. It’s a nice idea, but not tonight. We have to get up early.”
    I pulled out, turned her around, kissed her and told her I loved her while she
    pulled up the blanket. We slept soundly in each other’s arms.

    Mom laughed when she saw us the following morning. “That must have been a
    really good one, Steffi. I think you could have been heard blocks away.”
    Then she laughed again and hugged the red-faced Steffi and kissed her.
    I kissed her once Mom had turned away. She looked up at me and whispered,
    “I’m so embarrassed, Rob.”

    Mom heard her and replied, “No reason to be embarrassed, Steffi. Most
    women would kill for an orgasm like that. I know I would.” We settled
    down to breakfast and showered quickly before driving the short distance to the
    high school. I introduced Steffi to the coach and went to dress while she
    ambled to the bleachers. Practice was fun, but not as much as I thought it
    would be.

    We returned to the apartment where I carved the rest of the turkey in
    preparation for tonight’s dinner. I placed the carcass in a really big
    pot with about six quarts of water. Steffi washed and sliced about a pound of
    carrots and a bunch of celery. However, I wouldn’t let her do the onions.
    Most people cry when they slice onions, but I seem to be mostly immune. All
    these went into the pot along with some salt and pepper. I covered it and let
    it come to a boil, before turning the flame down to let it simmer.

    I’d been making this soup since I was in seventh grade when I thought it
    was a waste to throw out so much food. We were in a much better situation
    financially now that I was working, but I still loved the soup. We’d have
    soup and turkey sandwiches for dinner tonight. I’d take Mom and Steffi
    out to eat tomorrow. I had something special planned.
    Steffi asked me what we would do while the soup simmered. “Nothing; we
    just wait until I decide to remove all the bones,” I replied. She nodded
    silently and turned to walk down the hallway. She returned a few minutes later
    with a large bath towel which she spread on the carpet. “What?”

    “Simple; we can fill the time with some fucking; right here on the
    floor.”

    “Uh; you know, we have a nice bed right in there?”

    “Sure, but I’m feeling a bit kinky this morning, especially after
    watching you sweat this morning. I’ll bet your cock has an interesting
    taste, so?”

     I chuckled. Life would never be dull with Steffi

    around. I stood and held my arms out. She jumped into an embrace, her arms
    running under and around mine as her hands clasped my head and pulled it down
    to meet her slightly open lips. Our mouths met, warm and moist, as her tongue
    snaked around mine, tickling my gums and palate.

    One hand left my head, searching my crotch for my engorging organ. She found it
    in seconds and her groping motion only encouraged its growth. My hands on her
    back pulled her to my body, freeing her hands to open my belt and jeans. They
    slid immediately to my ankles. My boxers followed and an instant later Steffi
    pushed my sweatshirt and tee shirt over my head. I stood now totally naked in
    front of her. Steffi stood back admiring her prize then came forward again, but
    instead of kissing me she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her hand,
    my balls into the other.

    “You know, Rob these are really beautiful. I love the shape of the head.
    It reminds me of a medieval monk; like one of those who used to spend their
    lives copying manuscripts. I also wonder why it’s so spongy when the rest
    is so hard. I’ve also noticed the skin. It’s loose so when you fuck
    me it seems to stay still while the part underneath moves back and forth. All
    in all it’s like a beautiful mystery, but I love it; everything about it.
    Now let me show you.”

    Her tongue out, she slowly licked all around the monk’s head; her eyes
    glued onto mine. I could see the pleasure in her eyes, the knowledge that she
    was giving me infinite pleasure with her tongue as she would later no doubt
    with other parts; her tits and her cunt. She was so giving; so loving; so
    wonderful. No wonder I loved her so much. Looking down I saw her engulf my
    organ, swallowing the entire eight inches before bottoming out against my pubic
    hair. My legs grew weak and I tottered against the couch before falling to the
    floor. Steffi continued working me over, running her tongue up and down the
    ultra-sensitive underside of my shaft. Suddenly, she pulled back and moved her
    head a bit lower. She kissed my scrotum and sucked each testicle slowly into
    her mouth. She rolled them around with her tongue and gently allowed each one
    to pop out from between her lips.

    She moved me onto the towel and began the most sensuous striptease, slowly
    removing her sweater, jeans, bra and panties. She turned around and shook her
    ass in my face. I reached up and pulled her down to me. Her body met mine; we
    spoke at the very same instant, “I love you.” We pulled each other
    close then we became one as she sank down on me. Her face showed me her utter
    contentment as we met. I held her ass as we found a rhythm, one that would make
    the feeling last. You’d think that fucking every day would become boring,
    but no; Steffi and I managed to find new ways to excite each other; to show
    each other our love. Steffi had a great imagination and there was little she
    wouldn’t do to help me. Today she rotated her tight cunt around in
    circles, flexing her Kegel muscles as she went. It was the closest to Heaven
    I’ve ever been. I reached up to massage her clit, but she stopped me.
    “Later, darling; this one’s for you; all for you.” She fell
    to my chest and kissed me again. It was more than I could take. I made one strong
    thrust as I emptied my balls into her. I held S

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    After morning singing and smooching, Steffi & I rose,

    walked downstairs, and dressed. I drove her to a local sub shop for a couple of
    Italian subs. We ate on the living room table with some Cokes from the
    refrigerator. Suddenly, I jumped up. “I bought you something; actually
    two somethings.” I carried a big plastic bag from the hall closet. She
    opened it and her eyes went wide.

    “It’s really not that big a deal; just a college sweatshirt and a
    T-shirt you can use as a night gown. We can’t be together overnight, but
    we can be close this way.”

    “I love them, Rob and I love you; so much.” She reached up and
    pulled me down for another long wet and extremely passionate kiss. She shrugged
    into the sweatshirt as we continued with our meal. An hour later we made love
    again. After a quick shower I took her home.


    CHAPTER 7

    I met Steffi every afternoon when school was out. We saw each other every
    Saturday and all day Sunday, too. Jewish Steffi had a higher attendance rate at
    my church than some of the regular Methodists in the congregation. Rather than
    tire of each other our relationship grew stronger by the day. Unfortunately, it
    couldn’t continue. On October 15th basketball practice began and I had to
    step up my rehearsal time for my upcoming concert. Steffi spent many hours with
    me in that ugly black practice room. One day, under the guise of playing back a
    song I was working on, I played the tape of her orgasm from that Sunday
    afternoon. Poor Steffi; her face turned bright red, but I did kiss her and tell
    her that I loved her and that was enough.

    My concerts; Friday night, Saturday afternoon and night, and Sunday afternoon
    and night; went extremely well. Symphony Hall was sold out. I wasn’t all
    that surprised. The critics raved about my mini-concert back in September.
    Ticket sales were brisk thereafter.

    I invited Steffi and her entire family to be my guests for the Saturday night
    show. They also had backstage passes so my dressing room was crowded after the
    concert. I arranged for them to meet Heath Lockner who was extremely gracious,
    spending almost a half hour when he could have been en route to his family.
    Everything was going so well; too well as it turned out.

    The second week in November I once again had lunch with the Goldwassers on a
    Saturday after basketball practice that morning. After lunch we sat in the
    family room watching a football game. I was on the floor with my back against
    the couch; Steffi was next to me, my arm around her shoulders. For some reason
    I would never understand her father got the idea to ask me if I had ever kissed
    Steffi. “Yes, sir we have kissed any number of times,” I replied
    honestly.

    “What about sex? Have you tried to force her to have sex with you?”

    “Dr. Goldwasser, I would never ever force anyone to have sex with me,
    least of all Steffi.”

    “I notice you did not deny having sex, just forcing her.”

    “That is not a subject I would discuss with anyone. It’s simply
    only Steffi’s business and mine.”

    “I see. So you have had sex with her. I have half a mind to call the
    police and have you arrested.”

    “For what, Daddy?” Steffi was becoming upset.

    “For statutory rape, of course.”

    Now Steffi laughed. “Daddy, the age of consent in Massachusetts is
    sixteen. I’m eighteen, remember?”

    “Okay, then; regular rape.”

    “Daddy, Rob never forced me to do anything. I was more than willing,
    believe me. I would never testify otherwise because it just isn’t
    true.” I wasn’t very happy with how this conversation was evolving.
    I thought her father liked me and now it was like Torquemada and the Spanish
    Inquisition in here.

    Finally, I heard the words I dreaded, “Robert, I think you should leave.
    You are no longer welcome here.” I wasn’t about to argue. This conversation
    was totally irrational and I learned early on in life not to try to argue with
    irrational people. I got up and walked toward the door. Steffi’s mom put
    a soothing hand on my arm when I passed so I knew I had at least one ally. I
    left a minute later.

    Steffi was livid. “Daddy, I have no intention of giving up Rob because of
    your antiquated and idiotic ideas.”

    “No daughter of mine is going to have sex out of wedlock like some trampy
    whore. You’re too young.”

    “I’m too young? I’m eighteen. Ask Jeremy; I’ll bet that
    half the kids in his class have had sex!”

    “That’s different. He’s a boy.”

    “What? Excuse me? That’s ridiculous. What does that have to do with
    it?”

    “He can’t get pregnant and bring disgrace to our family. Besides,
    young men are expected to sow their wild oats.”

    “Daddy; you’re being an ass!” Steffi turned and left,
    storming up the stairs in a huff.

    “I apologize, Jeremy. You shouldn’t have had to witness that.
    Perhaps it would be best if you went upstairs so your father and I can
    talk.” Jeremy walked out of the room, but turned in the doorway, “I
    do have to agree with Steffi, Dad. You ARE being an ass.”

    Once he was out of the room Mrs. Goldwasser asked her husband, “Neil,
    what the hell was that all about? Steffi is not ten, you know.”

    “I don’t care. No daughter of mine is going to sleep around like a
    whore.”

    “Oh God, just listen to yourself. Steffi is not sleeping around.
    She’s had sex with exactly two boys. She’s madly in love with Rob
    and he’s in love with her, too.”

    “That’s absurd. They’ve only known each other for two
    months.”

    “Perhaps if you would listen with just half the energy you use in
    shooting your mouth off you would have some idea what’s going on. One of
    these days you might think of moving into the twentieth century.”

    “Excuse me, but this is the twenty-first century.”

    “My point exactly; you are at least a hundred years behind the times. You
    heard Jeremy; everyone he knows has had sex; boys and girls both. And where did
    that old double-standard bullshit come from? That went out decades ago.”

    “First of all, don’t swear at me, and second, I have the right to
    my own beliefs.”

    “That may be, but don’t expect anything out of me until that
    attitude changes.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Forget sex with me until you change your mind and apologize to your
    daughter, Rob, and to me.” Slam, went the front door.!

    “What the hell was that?” the old man demanded.

    “Unless I’m mistaken you’ve just lost your daughter. Nice
    going; with thinking like that I don’t know how you even graduated from sixth
    grade let alone dental school.” She rose and walked out. “One more
    thing--plan on sleeping in the guest room unless you want me to leave,
    too.”

    I was about ten miles away when my phone rang. ‘Rob? It’s Steffi;
    I’ve left home. Will you please pick me up so I can stay with you?”
    Dear God; could this get any worse? I asked her where she was and made
    arrangements to get her. Meanwhile, I phoned her home. Jeremy answered.

    “Boy, Rob,” he whispered, “you should have heard my mom. She
    really let Dad have it.”

    “Jeremy, I need to speak with your mother, please.”

    A minute later she came onto the phone, “I’m sorry for all of that,
    Rob. It was inexcusable.”

    “That’s not important, Mrs. G. Steffi just called me. She wants me
    to pick her up. What do you want me to do?”

    “I don’t think she’d stay here if you brought her back, so
    can she stay with you for a while? I’ll be relieved knowing she’s
    safe.”

    “Sure, but it seems kind of bizarre; she’ll stay with me and
    we’ll have sex several times a day, exactly what her father wants to
    avoid. Incredible!”

    “I agree, but it’s all on him. I think I can get to him in a week
    or so. Bring her over here Monday while he’s at work for some clothes and
    stuff. I’ll talk to you then.” I rung off and headed toward my
    rendezvous with Steffi. I found the gas station and she was behind it, exactly
    as she had promised. I noticed she had been crying when she got into the car. I
    held her close, kissing her cheek and caressing her face.

    “I left home, Rob; I’m not going back. My father is an asshole.”

    “I’m inclined to agree, but don’t jump to any conclusions. I
    just spoke to your mom. I think she’ll resolve the whole mess pretty
    soon. Jeremy told me she was really pissed at him. We’ll go over Monday
    after my classes and get you some clothes. I guess you’ll have to sleep
    with me tonight.”

    “I hope so. At least then something positive will come from this
    mess.” I patted her knee and pulled out my phone. I had one other call to
    make. I pressed the speed dial and Joe answered.

    “Sorry to bother you on a Saturday, Joe; there was just a big blowup at
    Steffi’s and she’s going to be staying with me for a while. I
    didn’t want you or Carla freaking out when she shows up for breakfast
    tomorrow morning.”

    “Sorry to hear that, Rob; I’ll let Carla know. Don’t worry
    about it. It’s not as though she doesn’t know you’re sleeping
    together, besides Carla’s what we used to call unflappable. Not many
    things will faze her.” We talked for a few minutes before I ended the
    call. I didn’t like to talk on the phone while driving.

    The ride was mostly in silence. I noticed that Steffi was still crying. I
    hugged her while we were stopped for a light. “Don’t worry; I have
    a lot of faith in your mom. You’ll be back home before you know
    it.”

    “I don’t want to go back home, Rob. I want to be with you; even if
    it means changing schools. Don’t forget, I’m already eighteen,
    almost nineteen. I’m an adult legally and I can do whatever I want.
    Don’t you want me, Rob?”

    “You already know the answer to that, don’t you? I just want you and
    your family intact. Having a family is really important.”

    “Having you is more important, besides I’ll still have my mother
    and brother.” I couldn’t argue, and, truthfully, I didn’t
    want to. This whole thing was a nightmare; I wished it would just go away.

    “Did you bring anything? Do you want me to stop for; a toothbrush, or
    anything else?”

    “Uh; sorry, Rob. I didn’t bring anything. I was too angry to even
    think straight.” I assured her that it was okay and pulled into a
    Walgreen’s. I bought her a new electric toothbrush, a hairbrush, and some
    tampons; her period was just around the corner. I also bought some condoms;
    she’d forgotten her birth control pills, too.

    We watched a Boston College game all afternoon; their victory seemed to lift
    her spirits, but the high point came when I led her to bed. I stripped her and
    pushed her back onto the bed before climbing on with her. We kissed slowly,
    deeply, and tenderly with lots of love and even more tongue. We rubbed our
    bodies together and I wondered what her father would think if he could see us
    now. I didn’t really care; I only cared what Steffi thought. She thought
    she loved me. That was all that mattered.

    She climbed onto my body and rubbed herself against my erection. “We can
    do it naked tonight, but we’ll have to check the internet to make sure
    you’ll be safe. If there’s any question; any at all, I’ll be
    wearing the condom. We’ll get your pills on Monday.” She made a
    face, knowing how much better it would be for both of us without. Steffi
    mounted me, slowly sinking onto my hard organ. Her expression told me how much
    she was enjoying it, and more, how much she needed it. I rose to meet her every
    thrust. In seconds we were in a comfortable rhythm; one that would bring us to
    our destination, but not too fast. We usually lasted for a half hour or more at
    this speed. This afternoon was no exception. We moved faster and faster as we
    neared our coupling’s natural conclusion. I knew we were especially close
    when Steffi dug her fingers into my shoulders. Too soon we were spent. My
    abdomen was covered in her juice; semen poured from her battered cunt.

    “Promise me we can do that every day,” she begged. I only smiled
    and nodded as I pulled her body to mine. Our sweat mingled as we rubbed
    together. Other than her father’s tirade it was an excellent afternoon.
    Now I had to worry about actually sleeping with her. That would be a new
    experience for both of us. I only hoped my bed would be big enough. As it
    turned out a twin would have been fine. We spooned together all night, my hand
    resting gently on her tit.

    We rose early, looked at each other and laughed. There is absolutely nothing
    like seeing your lover in the morning for the first time. I sent Steffi into
    the bathroom while I straightened the bed. I placed my dirty clothes in the
    hamper, but Steffi would need hers. She had worn a simple top and Capri’s
    yesterday afternoon. I felt they would be adequate for church even though she
    was somewhat nervous about being underdressed. I gave her an old T-shirt had
    had her turn around in it. No good; I could see her ass so I gave her an old
    set of gym shorts which could be tied over her hips making her moderately
    decent. She went downstairs for a cup of coffee before I arrived for breakfast.

    Joe and Carla were there seated at the table when Steffi walked in.
    “Morning, Steffi,” Carla said, “I hear you had a tough day
    yesterday.”

    “Yeah, it was,” I replied, just entering the room. I poured a cup
    for Steffi and took an orange juice for myself. Sitting at the table I
    explained everything that had occurred. I could see how upset it all made Joe,
    but Carla was worse.

    “Oh, you poor dear,” she held Steffi around her shoulders.
    “You did the right thing. We women have suffered for centuries at the
    hands of men; well, not all men, thank God. I hate to say this, but your father
    sounds like a Neanderthal. How long will you be staying with us?”

    “Hopefully forever, if Rob will let me; I’m eighteen. Legally,
    I’m an adult.” I rested my hand on her neck and pulled her closer
    to kiss her cheek.

    “Let’s eat and then we need to dress for church.” Carla made
    us pancakes with real maple syrup and lots of bacon. Once we had eaten we
    returned to the bedroom to dress. I allowed Steffi to enter first and pretended
    to pick something up from the floor. I grabbed her hand and turned her around.
    “I believe I’m in the traditional position,” I said as I
    knelt before her. Steffi began to shake as she realized what was afoot. Her
    hands flew to her face and tears appeared in her eyes as I spoke, “I had
    planned to do this around Christmas. God knows, you’d be the best present
    I ever received. I think you already know how much I love you. Would you be
    willing to spend the rest of your life with me; as my wife and lover? Steffi
    Goldwasser is an okay name, but I think Steffi Kerwood is much nicer. Steffi,
    will you marry me? Please?”

    “Oh, Rob! I knew we were serious about each other, but I never imagined
    you’d actually ask me.” She hesitated for a few seconds and closed
    her eyes, briefly wiping a tear from each eye. “Yes; oh, yes my darling.
    I will. You’ve answered all my prayers and all my dreams. I love you,
    Rob; so much.” I rose and we kissed. It was long and sweet and very
    romantic despite our hideous outfits; a couple of T’s and some baggy
    shorts. We held each other for several minutes before she broke it.
    “C’mon, we have to get ready for church.” We dressed
    hurriedly and ran down to my car.

    I sang as usual, but when it came time for Communion I brought Steffi to the
    altar rail with me. She had never taken communion and she didn’t take it
    now, but the pastor blessed us both, apparently knowing that we had pledged
    ourselves to each other. He commented after services, “Steffi; Rob, you
    two seem to be glowing this morning. Anything you’d care to share?”

    I looked at Steffi to let her know she could answer. “Pastor, Rob asked
    me to marry him this morning. Of course, I agreed.” She surprised me when
    she continued, “I think I’d like to be married here in your church.
    I always enjoy coming here. Everyone is so friendly and welcoming.”
    Pastor Anderson simply smiled and kissed her cheek. He shook my hand and told
    me I was a lucky man. I already knew that.

    We walked hand in hand to my car. I checked my phone, noticing there was a
    message from her father. “Send her back or there will be trouble.”
    That was it; short and to the point. I was tempted to reply, but I thought
    I’d rely on our ace in the hole; Steffi’s mom. We went into Boston
    and spent the day walking in Boston Commons. We didn’t do much other than
    walk and watch the people, especially the kids. I knew it was giving Steffi
    ideas, but having a family would have to wait. We went to dinner in the city
    and returned to my house in the early evening. We went straight to bed. We made
    love as we always did and slept through the night waking at 6:30 as was my
    habit.

    “Rob, remind me why we’re getting up at this ungodly hour.”

    “So I’ll have time to kiss you before my 8:00 class, okay? I have
    two classes and then we need to go shopping. After lunch we’ll go to your
    house and pick up your clothes; some of them, anyway. I also want to talk to
    your mom. That’s the most important thing.” I continued when she
    gave me a questioning look. “Your father phoned while we were in church
    yesterday. His message was as threatening as it was short. I don’t want
    any trouble with him. I also don’t want you here by yourself. I’m
    sure that Joe and Carla would defend you, but what would they do if the cops
    came? You’re coming to class with me.” I kissed her good morning
    and we headed to the bathroom. I started the shower while she peed; I’d
    go later after the shower.

    Carla gave us a great breakfast and I drove to my first class. I introduced
    Steffi to my professors as my fianc and I was finished by eleven. I took her
    hand and drove her to a jewelry store I knew of in nearby Somerville. The store
    had a small section of electronics, including stereos, headphones, and mp3
    players, as well as a number of CD’s. I showed one to Steffi. She
    recognized my face on the cover immediately. “Why didn’t you tell
    me, Rob?”

    “It’s not that big a deal. Nowadays everyone has a CD.” I
    didn’t think it was a big deal, but the store owner obviously did; he
    asked me to sign two copies, one for each of his daughters. When I was done I
    asked to see some engagement rings. Again, Steffi melted and began to cry.
    She’d cried a lot over the past several days, but these were definitely
    tears of joy. We picked out a ring; a one carat solitaire; and I paid with my
    credit card. He gave me a ten percent discount, but only after having his
    employee take our picture with him. We placed him in the middle, put our arms
    around him and smiled. That photo cost him almost a thousand dollars.

    We grabbed a quick lunch at the local Wendy’s and I drove toward her
    family home, but first Steffi phoned her mother. I was relieved to hear that
    the coast was clear. She and Steffi hugged once we arrived. Mrs. G. was very
    observant, noticing Steffi’s ring before she had the chance to brag about
    it. “Rob was going to ask me around Christmas,” Steffi explained,
    “He told me I was going to be his best present ever, but this mess
    accelerated everything.”

    “Mrs. G, did

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  • The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 2

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 2

     A visit with her mother.

    by senorlongo.

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    The score was tied 0-0 at halftime. I waved to Steffi as she

    walked by into the gym. Her dad and Jeremy left to get some sodas out of their
    car. I found myself alone with Mrs. Goldwasser, her mother. “I want to
    thank you for last night, Rob,” she began. “You should know that
    Steffi and I have few secrets. She told me just about everything when she came
    in.” She saw the concern on my face and laughed, “No, don’t
    worry. How many eighteen year old girls do you know who haven’t had sex?
    What do you think I did when I was eighteen? I’m Jewish so I obviously
    wasn’t trying to be a nun.

    “Until last night Steffi had sex with one boy. Now she’s had sex
    with a man. Believe me, she much prefers the man over the boy. I’ve tried
    to explain how sex is about giving; both ways. Until last night I don’t
    think she believed me. Now she does, so thank you very much. Don’t
    mention anything to her father. He doesn’t know and he acts like
    she’s still ten. One of these days he’ll wake up and she’ll
    be engaged.” We talked about other things for a while until Jeremy and
    his dad returned with a cooler. I was offered a Coke, but I politely refused.
    However, I did accept an invitation to lunch.

    I walked down the bleachers to Steffi once the game had ended--a 1-0 loss on a
    penalty kick. I didn’t know much about soccer, but I thought that Steffi
    had played well, not giving up any kind of advantage to the opposing team. I
    kissed her cheek and we talked quietly as we walked toward the school. I
    stopped outside after she told me she would see me after her shower. Her hair
    was still wet when she returned fifteen minutes later. I took her hand as we
    walked to my car.

    I was about to open the door for her when she spun me around and wrapped her
    arms around my neck. “Did you like the game?”

    “I liked the way you played, but I would have liked it better if you
    won.”

    “That doesn’t happen very often; only once this year and
    we’ve played five games. This was actually one of our better efforts.
    Right now I think we should shut up and kiss.” It was hard to argue with
    that kind of logic. I leaned down slightly and pressed my lips to hers. It was
    just as sweet as I recalled. We kissed there for several minutes before we
    broke it, I think because she could hear my stomach growling.

    We were in the car when I commented that I’d had a very interesting
    conversation with her mother. “I’m sorry, Rob. I should have told
    you about our relationship. Mom and I talk about everything. I told her before
    our date that I thought I’d have sex with you. I knew; don’t ask me
    how; that you’d be different; that you’d take care of me.”

    “I loved everything we did last night and I want it to happen again. I
    love making you cum. Watching you squirm around is a real turn-on. Oh; I have
    to go to a concert tonight. They want me to sing a couple of songs. The rest of
    the time we’ll be in the audience like everyone else. I hope you
    don’t mind.”

    “Gee; I get to go to a great concert and I get to hear you perform; why
    would I complain? It sounds great to me. We are going back to your house after,
    aren’t we?”

    “We’re going before, too. I have to dress, but I don’t know
    what we’ll be able to do.”

    “That’s okay; I do! Let’s just make sure we have enough time.
    Don’t you have to warm up, or something?” I opened the door for her
    and we drove the short distance to her home. As expected Jeremy was out in the
    driveway with his basketball. He passed it to me; I dribbled behind my back and
    between my legs before taking a fifteen-foot jumper that hit nothing but net.

    “Awesome, Rob; can you teach me to do that?”

    “Well; I can show you, but it really is nothing more than practice. I
    used to practice dribbling with my eyes closed. The same thing about shooting
    with your off hand; it’s nothing more than practice; practice; practice.
    You have to have some ability, but that alone won’t cut it.” I
    passed the ball back to him and walked with Steffi into the house. Her father
    was already out back working with the grill. For someone whose job required
    incredible hand-eye coordination he was doing a terrible job. I offered to take
    over and he willingly walked away, leaving the grilling to me.

    Having grown up in an apartment I’d had no experience with any kind of
    grill until this past summer when I used one almost every noon and night until
    Carla and Joe were hired. I had learned a lot over those six weeks. I sectioned
    off the bulk chopped chuck with a steak knife and put my hands to work pounding
    out and shaping a bunch of burgers. Let’s see; two for me, one for
    Steffi, one for her mom; . I made eight thinking that would be plenty. I
    seasoned them with salt and pepper and started the grill. Steffi brought out
    some rolls and gave me a kiss in the process. I was cooking away when she
    reappeared and kissed me again. “Uh; what’s your dad going to say?
    Doesn’t he still think of you as a ten year old?”

    “Unfortunately, he does, but he just went to the store. He’ll be
    back in about ten minutes so I have that long to kiss you and convince you we
    need to do more later on this afternoon.”

    “Ha; that won’t take much, but let’s see you convince
    me.” She jumped into my arms and rammed her tongue down my throat. Steffi
    remained in that position for several minutes until I broke away to check the
    burgers. I had just put the rolls on the grill when her father appeared,
    explaining that he had forgotten his wallet. It was a close call, but I
    wasn’t worried. I was pretty sure Steffi’s mom had things under
    control and I found it hard to actually believe her father didn’t realize
    that we had kissed a few times.

    I served the lunch at one o’clock sharp and I must have done a good job
    because everyone was stuffing themselves, including me. I suggested Steffi get
    ready because I would have to warm up before dinner. I explained that I always
    sang for an hour before performing to loosen my vocal cords and to check my
    pitch. I would have to do it early tonight because I was only a part-time
    performer and we were going to dinner first. She was ready just after two. I
    thanked her folks for lunch even though I was the chef. I took her hand and
    walked her to the car. Forty minutes later we were at my home. I took a few
    minutes to call the box office and order four tickets for Joe and Carla. I also
    reminded them that I would need two for Steffi and me. Both sets would be at
    the “Will Call” office.


    CHAPTER 4

    I turned around once I was done to find Steffi naked in the hallway, shaking
    her hot ass and waving those smooth white globes in my face. She slowly
    back-pedaled up the stairs, playing with her tits and leading me to the bedroom
    where I was sure she had some plans for me. I shed my clothes as I followed so
    all I was wearing were my sandals when I entered the room. She fell back onto
    the bed as I approached and I made a big show of “falling” onto
    her. We came together in a tangle of body parts. I kissed her lips before
    working my way down, kissing her neck, her tits, her belly. I stuck my tongue
    into her navel. She was obviously ticklish because she jumped up shrieking with
    laughter. I continued my journey down to her abdomen and my ultimate target. Once
    there I pulled her on top of me, her tasty cunt just over my chin.

    Steffi ran her fingernails up and down my shaft, teasing me as my cock jumped
    in response. I began to eat her delicious cunt; she lowered her head onto my
    cock, washing it with her tongue as she sucked and bobbed up and down. I
    attacked her cunt with my mouth, first covering the entire surface with my lips
    and sucking mightily. This caused her labia to engorge. In seconds they were
    swollen with her passion. I move in to her core, teasing her tunnel with my
    tongue. I knew I was getting to her in the same way she was getting to me.
    Steffi was squirming all over me; I was humping her mouth. I doubted that
    either of us could do anything to control our movements.

    I knew I was getting close so I shifted my attentions to her clit. I sucked it
    between my teeth, nibbling and sucking simultaneously. She came hard and fast,
    flooding my mouth with her ejaculate. I barely had time to warn her,
    “Steffi; I’m close.” She paid no heed and took my hefty load
    into her mouth and throat as a result. She squeezed the last drops from my
    wilting cock and licked them off with a smile. I could barely move so I pulled
    her around to me so I could hold and caress her while we recovered. We rose
    about twenty minutes later and showered. Steffi dressed and combed her hair
    while I put on my navy blue suit and tied my tie. Once done I went down to my
    studio to run through some scales. I always taped my practices so I could play
    them back for review. I was finished by five.

    We drove into Boston, heading for Faneuil Hall where I had reservations at
    Durgin-Park, famous for generations for its massive prime rib and seafood. It
    was an extremely expensive restaurant, but I was being well paid for my work
    tonight and I could afford to treat Steffi well. She had certainly treated me
    well over the past two days. We arrived on time for my 5:45 reservation. We
    dined extremely well and I drove over to Mass Ave. in plenty of time for the
    concert at Symphony Hall.

    We were seated on the aisle at a table in row eight and the usher showed me how
    to get onto the stage when called. My cue occurred when a huge screen was
    lowered from above the stage. An interview with Andrea Bocelli was played. I
    kissed Steffi and stepped into the aisle, from there to side of the stage.
    Bocelli was asked about young talent to replace the aging tenors, many of whom
    were now retired, and recently deceased Pavarotti. “There are several
    fine young tenors,” he said, “but the most outstanding comes from
    right here in the States. I’ve had the honor and pleasure of performing
    with him; Rob Kerwood is the outstanding tenor of the future.” The screen
    was raised to reveal me standing at a microphone center stage.

    The backup singers began without introduction, “Once you have found her
    never let her go; once you have found her never let her; .”

    I jumped in over the last, “go,” and sprang right into “Some
    Enchanted Evening,” following the rendition made popular by Jay Black and
    the Americans way back in 1965. I was aware of the first four or five words
    then I was somewhere else. Autopilot was the best way I could describe it; I
    was no longer in front of thousands of strangers; I was in my own mind relying
    on my years of instruction and practice. It was only at the very end of the
    song that I came back. The song ended and I bowed to the enthusiastic applause.
    I even heard a few “Bravo’s” coming from the audience. I
    could make out Steffi and I could see she was beaming.

    I moved easily into my second song, “The Impossible Dream,” without
    saying a word. Everyone knew the song and it was very well received. It ended
    to very strong applause. I spoke now for the first time, “I really love
    this song because I live the impossible dream every day. I grew up in a single
    parent home, a two-bedroom apartment on the second floor above a busy street
    and a liquor store. My father took off before I was even born and my mother
    struggled to get by, often working two or even three jobs. I know of the
    sacrifices she made to get me to Julliard for lessons every Saturday for almost
    ten years. For me to be here on this stage is truly the impossible
    dream.”

    I went on to introduce my next song, “Every March there is a major
    singing competition in Dublin in which one and only one song is sung. Last year
    more than 1500 competed and I’m proud to tell you that I was the winner
    as I was the prior year. I hope you enjoy this song as much as the judges did.
    I’ll bet that many of you know the beginning of this song, but that few
    know the ending which is very emotional. I couldn’t get through it
    without crying when I first tried to sing it. Of course; I was only seven at
    the time.” There was some laughter in the audience and when it ended I
    took a deep breath and launched “Danny Boy.” My voice was full of
    emotion as I told the story in song of an old man who sends his only son off to
    war and prepares him for his return whether the father is alive or dead. It was
    one of my best ever performances. People leapt out of their seats when I
    finished and bowed. I turned to acknowledge the orchestra and I was truly
    astonished to see that they were standing and applauding, too. There were many
    calls for an encore.

    Conductor Heath Lockner told the audience of my concert series and asked if I
    could sing one of the Christmas songs. I suggested “Oh, Holy
    Night,” but the orchestra wasn’t prepared so I decided to sing
    “a cappella.” I moved away from the microphone. I didn’t need
    it if there was no orchestra behind me. I knew from experience that my voice
    would easily be heard anywhere in the auditorium. I could hear a pin drop,
    that’s how quiet it was as the song built. I thought this was the most
    beautiful and by far the most difficult of the Christmas songs. I finished to
    wild acclaim, thanked Heath and the orchestra and strode off the stage and back
    to Steffi.

    It was intermission so everyone was up and about. I was stopped several times
    for my autograph before I reached her. She jumped into my arms and kissed me.
    “Oh Rob, you were fantastic; incredible. I can’t believe I was
    actually here for it.” I put my arm around her and walked her up the
    aisle to where I saw Joe and Carla sitting. They greeted me with huge smiles
    and introduced me to their daughter and her husband. I could understand why
    they didn’t like him; he came off like a cold fish, devoid of any
    personality. Worse, he couldn’t help but scope out Steffi’s body
    right in front of his wife. We chatted for a minute before I excused us, using
    thirst as an excuse.

    We ran into Stan, the business manager, in the lobby. He was ecstatic. They had
    sold more than 500 tickets to my future concerts during the intermission. He
    bought us a couple of Cokes and some popcorn. I shook more hands and signed
    more autographs on our way back to our seats. I took a close look at Steffi
    once we were seated; I saw total love and lust in her eyes. I was extremely
    pleased with both. Once the lights were dimmed she pulled my hand to her
    crotch. It was soaking wet; I was sure her dress was ruined. I looked at her
    again; she smiled lamely and shrugged her shoulders. “I couldn’t
    help it. I love the way you sing. I didn’t tell you, but I had two
    orgasms in Mrs. Sherman’s class. I held her hand and gave her cheek a
    peck as the concert began again. We enjoyed the music, but, truthfully, there
    was somewhere else we’d rather be; home in my bed. That’s where we
    were at 11:00 on the dot. I figured that would give us another hour or more of
    fun before I had to take her home.


    CHAPTER 5
    I opened the door and stepped aside for Steffi. She ran past me like she was on
    the soccer field. If I thought she might be tired I was definitely wrong. She
    was upstairs with her clothes off before I even made it to the bedroom door.
    “Eager, aren’t we?”

    “You’re damned right; clothes off now!” I almost laughed, but
    I could see how serious she was and this wasn’t a time to start an
    argument. I folded my jacket over the chair, followed seconds later by my tie,
    shirt, pants and boxers. My shoes and socks fell quickly to the floor. There
    was no hiding my excitement; it was standing out perpendicular to my body and
    it felt as hard as a rock. Steffi reached for my hand and pulled me onto her.
    Her lips reached up for mine and we met in a sweet delicious kiss. I fell the
    rest of the way to the bed, savoring the sensation of her perfect smooth skin.
    Steffi’s body was still tan from the summer with only her tits, pubic
    area, and ass snow white. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands finding the
    smooth globes of her ass. My fingers ran up and down her ass crack, pausing to
    tickle her puckered star. Steffi noticed immediately.

    “Oh! What are you doing back there?”

    “Just playing with one of the most sensitive parts of your body; did you
    know there are more nerve endings in your ass than in your cunt? If your cunt
    had as many as your ass; all you’d want to do is fuck.”

    Steffi laughed hysterically. “All I want to do now is fuck; you.”
    She gave me that little girl pout look that they all seem to know so well and
    is so effective on guys; except me!

    “Are you trying to tell me something, because I’m having trouble
    following you.”

    She gave me an exasperated, “Ah,” and pushed me onto my back. She
    straddled me and sunk swiftly onto my hard cock. “Do you understand me
    now? This is what I’ve wanted all night and I’ll want again
    tomorrow and the day after that and; .”

    I put my fingers up to her lips. “I really do understand; it’s
    exactly what I want, too. I don’t know what I did before I met you, but I
    know this; I want it to go on and on and on. You’re wonderful and you
    fuck pretty good, too.” She took one look at me and laughed. God, I loved
    the way she laughed. In fact, I loved an awful lot about her, especially the
    way she fucked.

    Steffi began to rock, grinding her clit into me. “Isn’t this what
    they call clock management in basketball? Take a quick shot in the hope
    you’ll get another before the end of the half?”

    “Huh?”

    “That’s what I’m doing here; working for a fast one so
    we’ll have plenty of time for another before you have to take me home.
    What a waste of time, taking me home. I should just stay here all night then we
    could really fuck.”

    “Maybe, but here’s a thought; when I was a kid I wished we could
    have Christmas every day until my mother explained that having it once a year
    made it special. Having it every day would make it ordinary. Now, I’m not
    suggesting that sex with you would ever be ordinary, but there is a limit as to
    how often we can do it. We need to cultivate other interests, but not now. Oh
    God; definitely not now!” Thrusting into Steffi, I lifted her from the
    bed. We were both into it now; desperate to cum, needing to cum as much as we
    needed to breathe. We drove into each other at a furious pace; I could see the
    determination on her face and I was pretty sure I had the same expression on
    mine. This wasn’t going to last forever, not at the intensity of our
    mating. Suddenly, Steffi’s expression changed; she was feeling nothing
    but rapture now. She was only seconds away which was fortunate because I could
    feel it mounting deep within my groin. I pumped harder; faster; until at last!
    We erupted together like two volcanoes. Steffi shook with convulsion as my
    semen poured into her womb. Her eyes were glazed over when she collapsed onto
    my chest. I checked the clock; 11:13; not bad, we may yet be able to fuck again
    exactly as she planned.

    There was no rush now; we lay there together, two lovers in their post-coital
    bliss. I’d heard that expression before, but until I had met Steffi I
    thought it nothing more than a myth. Now there was nothing I enjoyed more than
    snuggling with her at this time. She lifted her head almost a half hour later,
    a silly grin on her face. I leaned up to kiss her which only served to make her
    grin bigger and sillier. I was about to ask her about it when she spoke,
    “I love doing this with you, Rob. It’s so satisfying in so many
    ways. I can’t even explain how I feel after you make me cum, except to
    say that I feel totally at peace. Does that make any sense?”

    “I think so,” I replied as I pulled her back to me, holding her
    even tighter than before, if possible. “I feel pretty much the same way,
    as though there’s nothing in the world except you and me. The feeling is
    so exhilarati

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  • The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 1

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 1

     Rob goes to college and meets Steffi

    by senorlongo.

    Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.



    Introduction


    I was three when I started singing in church and even though I couldn’t
    read the words I could remember enough from week to week to sing right along
    with the adults. By five I was leading the youth choir, singing loud and clear
    during services and practicing almost daily at home during the week.

    At seven I was encouraged to audition for the faculty at a major school of
    music in Manhattan and found myself on an early morning train from my home in
    Pelham for the twenty minute ride to Grand Central Station in Manhattan and
    from there a subway to Lincoln Center for the short walk to the auditorium.

    I was asked to sing two songs; I chose ‘Danny, Boy” and “Oh
    Holy Night,” singing both a cappella. I especially loved “Oh Holy
    Night.” It’s so hard to sing well and I could really show off my
    power and range; seven years old and I already had an ego! The judges must have
    liked it because they offered me a scholarship. From then on I spent every
    Saturday during the school year taking voice lessons, learning how to breathe
    and enunciate, the importance of good posture, and how to sing from my
    diaphragm rather than my mouth. It took me less than two years to be able to
    hold a note for more than two minutes.

    I gave my first professional concert when I was thirteen; a combination of rock
    tunes and old fashioned folk songs from the fifties and sixties. I was able to
    earn more than $40,000 that first year and even more the following year when I
    was a high school freshman. I hit the big time my senior year when I was
    featured on a PBS special. After that I was in high demand.

    I learned to play several instruments, but other than the acoustic guitar, my
    choices were considered, well; bizarre. I loved the idea of the harp. It was
    surprisingly similar to the guitar, but the tone of the notes was different;
    richer and earthier. My girlfriend had an orgasm every time I played a
    glissando. It was actually funny watching her writhe on the couch or floor
    while I strummed. One of the great things about the glissando; it could go on
    forever. Sometimes I tortured her by continuing for several minutes. She ruined
    more skirts that way. My other choice was the mandolin. It was also similar to
    the guitar, but much smaller, making the notes much higher and the tone
    tinnier. I loved the way it sounded.

    The people at the music school were disappointed when I selected a small
    university in the greater Boston area. Truthfully, I was tired of taking voice
    lessons. I wanted a well-rounded education, including some courses in business
    administration and finance which I hoped would help me to manage the money I
    expected to earn in my singing career.
    Knowing that I still had to practice daily I bought an old house in Medford
    near the university, remodeling a large porch in the rear into a soundproof
    studio. I hired a local couple, Joe and Carla Romeo, to handle the cleaning,
    yard maintenance, and cooking. All this work was finished over the summer. I
    was ready on both my educational and occupational fronts by the time school
    began.

    CHAPTER 1

    I was finalizing a contract with a big-time Boston orchestra, sitting in the
    business office and leafing through page after page. I’d done this before
    and my agent had already approved the agreement so this was more a formality
    than anything else. I was only half listening when the secretary walked in.
    “Stan, I’ve got another request from the music department at Malden
    High School. They’d like a musician and a singer, if possible.”

    I looked up. “Malden? Isn’t that near where I’m going to
    school? I’d be happy to do it if a Thursday is okay. That’s the
    only day I don’t have any classes.”

    “That’s awfully good of you to volunteer, Robert. Most of the
    orchestra members hate these high school requests. Gwen, check with the school
    and if Thursday is good for them we’ll happily send Robert out there.
    We’ll cover your gas and lunch, but I’m afraid I can’t pay
    you for it.”

    “That’s okay. Think you could transport a harp to the school for
    me? I’ll bet most of the kids have never really heard one.” I
    signed the contract and left. They knew where to find me.

    Thursday was fine with the teacher so I made arrangements to spend the entire
    day there the third week of September. I rose early, ate a big breakfast
    courtesy of Mrs. Romeo and carried my guitar/mandolin backpack out to my car. I
    arrived at the school just after 8:00, walking directly to the main office.
    “Hi, I’m Robert Kerwood to see Mrs; .” I pulled the paper
    from my pocket, “okay; Mrs. Sherman.”

    “Steffi, your musician is here. Just go with Steffi, Mr. Kerwood, and
    welcome to Malden High School.” I thanked her and turned to see my guide.
    Whoa! She was really cute and even hotter.

    “Wow, are you really Mr. Kerwood? When we saw that harp yesterday all of
    us figured you’d be like ninety.”

    “Yup, that’s me; eighteen going on ninety.” I grinned as she
    laughed heartily.

    “Boy, are the girls going to be surprised. C’mon, Mr.
    Kerwood.”

    “I think things will be a lot better if you’ll just call me Rob.
    You make me sound like I AM ninety.”

    “Okay, Rob,” she said as she led me down the crowded hallway. We
    were barely twenty feet down the hallway when she asked, “Can I ask you a
    question?”

    “I think you just did, but I’ll bet I know what you want to ask;
    why the harp?”

    “Yeah; that seems like an old person’s instrument.”

    “Let me ask you a question. Why do guys my age do anything?”

    She laughed. “That’s easy; for girls.”

    “Right, and that’s why I play the harp. I had a girlfriend the last
    couple of years and I could give her an orgasm every time just by playing a
    glissando.”

    “What’s that; a gli-what?”

    “Glissando; it’s when you glide from one pitch to another up and
    down the scales. You can do it on a piano and even a violin, but nothing sounds
    like a harp, plus some ethnic music, like Irish, use a harp extensively.
    I’ll show you once we get to the classroom.”

    “Gee, I hope I don’t have an orgasm; not in class.”

    “I hope you do. You’ll be a harp fan for life.” I chuckled at
    her embarrassment as we resumed our way down the crowded hallway. We made a
    left and proceeded to the back of the building. We walked through what I
    recognized as a soundproof door, even though none of them quite made the grade.
    Steffi introduced me to her teacher, “Mrs. Sherman, this is Rob
    Kerwood.” I extended my hand as she did a double take.

    “You can’t be; you’re supposed to be from the
    orchestra.”

    “Yeah, that’s me. I’m not a regular employee, but I’ve
    signed on to do four sets of concerts this year. I just happened to be in
    Stan’s office when your request came in so I volunteered; and here I am.
    Oh, good; there’s my harp. Did they tune it when they dropped it
    off?” She shrugged her shoulders so I pulled up a chair and played a few
    notes, grimacing almost immediately. I pulled a set of tuning forks from my
    backpack and set about tuning up. It didn’t take long; not much longer
    than I’d usually spend on my guitar or mandolin. I had just finished
    tuning when I began to play; nothing special--just a few exercises. Looking right
    at Steffi I began my first glissando. Over and over the strings my fingers
    flew. Mrs. Sherman was looking at me so she didn’t see Steffi trembling.
    She shook wildly when she finally came. I shot her a smile when I noticed the
    wet spot on her crotch. Again, she reddened with embarrassment.

    The classes were pretty easy and a lot of fun. I introduced myself, telling
    something about my history and training at Julliard. Then I showed the class my
    instruments and explained how they fit into certain types of music before playing
    several songs to demonstrate. Everything went smoothly and according to plan
    until fourth period when one of the boys, a recent transfer from New York,
    remembered my high school basketball career. It turned out that I had scored
    fifty against his brother. I would have enjoyed reliving my basketball days,
    but that’s not why I was here. “I don’t want to get off topic
    so let’s get back to the music; the reason I’m here today.”
    After that period Mrs. Sherman told me it was time for lunch. I was invited to
    join her in the teacher’s cafeteria, but I declined, commenting that
    I’d feel more comfortable with the kids. In fact, I kind of had a lunch
    date with Steffi.

    I met her at the lunch line and we walked together to get our trays. I had a
    couple of tacos and some chocolate milk, a combination that raised her
    eyebrows; Steffi had a grilled chicken breast and a salad with water. I paid
    for both, asking the cashier for a receipt after being sure to tell her I was
    not a student. She led me to a table with three other girls, all seniors like
    Steffi.

    They were all attractive girls with trim athletic bodies, but I thought Steffi
    was the class of the group--in my opinion anyway. Her shiny dark brown hair was
    long and pulled back into a ponytail. She was tall, maybe five feet nine or ten
    with an athletic build; slender with some serious muscle tone that I could see
    from her sleeveless top and tight shorts. Her tits were on the smallish side,
    probably a B-cup that matched her body well. Facially, she appeared to have clear
    olive toned skin and dark brown eyes. Her lips were full; I could imagine them
    wrapped around my cock.
    I could tell from the star around her neck that she was Jewish. That
    didn’t bother me; my last girlfriend was Jewish, too.

    I recognized two of the girls from the morning’s classes and soon learned
    they were all in chorus. Mrs. Sherman was obviously a very popular teacher. I
    returned to the music class and finished the day. Steffi met me there at the
    close of school and helped me get my stuff out to the car. “Can I give
    you a lift home? I’d like to talk with you a bit.”

    “Sure, sounds great,” she said as she hopped into the passenger
    seat of my eight year old Subaru.

    “I’d love to see you again. Are you dating anyone?”

    “No; I was, but I broke it off last month. He was a juvenile. All he
    wanted was sex.”

    “Gee, sounds kind of like me.”

    She laughed, “No, trust me; nothing like you. You probably know what
    you’re doing. He was selfish; always thinking about himself; never about
    me.”

    “Correction; nothing like me. You already have one courtesy of me,
    don’t you?”

    “Oh God, that was so embarrassing. I’m so glad Mrs. Sherman was
    looking at you. I was tingling for the entire class. Just thinking about it
    will probably make me wet.”

    “I hope so. I’d like to take you out tomorrow night if you’re
    not busy, but I should tell you; I’m not Jewish. I know some parents are
    really strict about that.”

    “Not mine; we haven’t been to temple in; well, since Rosh Hashanah
    almost a year ago. I almost never date Jewish guys. Most of them are too
    nerdy.”

    We chatted as she gave me directions. It was only a short five-minute drive.
    She invited me in to meet her mother. We talked for a few minutes, mostly about
    my singing career. She even asked me to dinner, but I had to decline. I had a
    load of homework and I had yet to practice for my first concert.

    “How do they figure out what you’ll sing, Rob?” It was
    Steffi’s mother who asked.

    “They send me a load of songs, maybe fifty or more. I look them over, try
    singing them, and weed them down to about two dozen or so because the orchestra
    will always play a bunch of instrumentals. Sometimes I make a few suggestions,
    too. Then I send the list back and the orchestra practices the ones the
    director likes. They’re real pros so it doesn’t take them too long.
    I’ll go in a few days before the concert to practice together. It’s
    important to get the tempo and timing right. By then I’ll know the songs
    by heart. Then all I have to do is step out onto the stage before about a thousand
    total strangers and perform.” I said good-bye and left, Steffi walking
    with me to the car. I was surprised when she kissed me. She wrapped her arms
    around my body and thrust her tongue deeply into my mouth.

    I responded once I had recovered from the shock, placing my hands firmly onto
    her ass, pulling her cunt into my crotch. I was sure she could feel my growing
    erection, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she rubbed her cunt up and
    down my rod, promising me something very interesting and appealing in the
    future. Finally, we broke the kiss and I told her I’d see her tomorrow
    around seven. I’d take her to dinner and then maybe to a movie. That may
    have been the plan, but it didn’t happen; not even close.

    CHAPTER 2

    I knocked at seven sharp; the door was answered by her brother. He introduced
    himself as Jeremy and invited me in. Steffi walked down the stairs about five
    minutes later. She was a vision in a gold sleeveless top and skintight black
    Capri’s. She wore gold open-toe sandals that exactly matched her top. Her
    outfit made me think that her parents were probably loaded; I was right. She
    introduced me to her father, Dr. Neil Goldwasser, an oral surgeon. I learned
    later that he maintained three very successful offices.

    I grew up in a single parent family. No house for us; we lived in a second
    floor walk-up, on top of a liquor store that was open late at night so it was
    noisy until at least eleven. My father had disappeared before I was even born.
    My mom worked two and sometimes even three jobs just to get by. I was glad to
    help once I began to earn money; last year I earned more than three times what
    my mother made. I wasn’t complaining; I had a happier childhood than many
    of my more well-to-do friends whose parents argued constantly and for whom
    divorce seemed the norm.

    Steffi said good-bye to her parents, but before we left I asked what time they
    wanted her home. “Since you asked, Rob,” her mother began,
    “let’s say one. Have a good time.” In seconds we were en
    route to my place. I explained that I had told Mrs. Romeo that I was taking a
    date out to dinner, but she had suggested making a gourmet Italian dinner
    instead.

    We chatted for about ten minutes before we ran out of topics. I wasn’t
    uncomfortable with the silence, but apparently she was, for all of a sudden she
    blurted out something really personal, “I’m not a virgin.”

    “I’m glad, but how has it worked out for you?”

    She frowned, “Not as well as I hoped. I already told you about my
    ex-boyfriend.”

    I had stopped at a light. Turning to her I gripped her chin lightly. “That
    will definitely change tonight if it’s okay with you. That’s a
    promise.” I leaned over for a quick kiss just before the light changed to
    green. I pulled into the driveway around 7:45 and led Steffi into the living
    room. The first thing she noticed was my trophy wall. I had won plenty of
    singing competitions and a number of plaques and trophies from my basketball
    career. She was impressed; I wasn’t. “My mom told me to take them
    or she was throwing them out, so; .”

    “Oh, that would be a shame,” she exclaimed as I led her into the
    dining room which Carla had set with my best dishes and a set of stemware she
    had found in a discount store. I had insisted that we drink iced tea. I
    wasn’t about to ruin everything by giving her alcohol, even a simple glass
    of wine, without her parents’ permission. I held her chair as we sat
    while Joe served the first course, a hot antipasto. He spent a few minutes
    explaining what each item was. Luckily Steffi and her family were big seafood
    eaters; at least half of the items were some kind of shellfish.

    The next course was a delicious soup; pasta fagioli with bacon. The
    tomato-based soup was covered with a thin slice of Italian bread and melted
    cheese. We had a relatively small serving in anticipation of several more
    courses. Following the soup was a wonderful Caesar salad and then the entr e--a
    delicate veal parmigiana, the veal pounded to almost paper thinness, with sides
    of angel hair pasta in marinara sauce and sprinkled with more freshly ground
    parmiagiana cheese. I thanked Joe and Carla, telling them how much I
    appreciated their staying late. “Please go; I’ll take care of the
    desert and dishes later.”

    “Oh no; Rob, you leave the dishes in the sink. We will take care of them
    in the morning, right Joe?” Her husband agreed as they walked out the
    door.

    “I didn’t think they’d ever go, but we’d have even more
    company in a restaurant. How’s the meal?”

    “It’s just delicious, Rob, but I don’t want to overeat.
    I’ll probably fall asleep and I wouldn’t want that,” she
    commented, her eyes twinkling. We finished the dinner and I rinsed the dishes,
    leaving them in the sink. We agreed to postpone dessert until later.

    “I have some DVD’s from Redbox, or an opera you might like or
    I’m sure we could find a movie somewhere. I think I have a newspaper in
    the living room.”

    “An opera? We’ve studied a few with Mrs. Sherman--which one?”

    “’Pagliacci’; if you’re any kind of an opera fan I
    think you’ll enjoy this performance.” I set up the DVD player and
    sat on the couch. Steffi snuggled up next to me, pulling my arm around her. I
    felt my hand brush against her tit. Steffi didn’t even flinch.

    We were ten minutes into the Prologue when Steffi pulled away, looked at me
    closely and back to the screen, a 55-inch flat screen LCD set. She repeated
    several times before asking, “Is that you, Rob? Are you singing the
    clown’s role?”

    “Yeah, I did that over the summer. It was only a two-week gig; part of a
    festival in New York. I love the role. Some of the world’s best tenors
    have sung the part.” Steffi snuggled even closer, placing my hand onto
    her tit this time. I worked my hand under her blouse where I could finger and
    massage her through her bra. When the Prologue ended she stood and removed her
    blouse and bra, dropping them onto the table. Her tits were perfectly formed
    with smallish areolas and very suckable erect nipples that I fingered and
    rolled. I stood and removed my shirt. We resumed our positions enjoying the
    skin on skin sensations for the first time.

    Halfway through Act One I leaned down to kiss and nuzzle her neck. Her response
    was to turn the TV off. “I’m enjoying your performance, but I think
    I’d enjoy the live performance even more.” I took her hand and led
    her upstairs to my bedroom. I literally peeled the Capri’s from her body,
    exposing her lacy thong. Her dark pubic hair was thick and curly, but neatly
    trimmed and shaved or waxed back from her legs to accommodate a skimpy bikini.
    I could see the tan lines and they were very appealing.

    I pulled back the blanket, allowing her to recline on the sheet while I removed
    my shoes, socks, and slacks. I slipped my boxers to the floor, exposing my
    thick eight-inch erection and my heavy balls before I joined Steffi on the bed.
    We lay on our sides as we kissed and explored each other. I especially enjoyed
    the feel of her firm muscular ass.

    We were there for maybe five minutes when her hand found my throbbing cock. Her
    eyes opened when she felt the heat and hardness of it. This was my cue to reach
    between her legs. I found her hot and wet, her nectar oozing onto her thighs. I
    dipped my fingers in for a sample and brought them to my mouth. She intercepted
    me and sucked them instead. “Hmmm; nice.”

    I returned them deep into her cunt for a bigger, stronger taste. Once in my
    mouth I grinned and kissed

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    All eyes were on Stephanie as she took a drink of her wine and

    started.

    Stephanie's Story.

    "It

    happened when I was working at the electronics store, it was before I
    went to college. My manager was a skinny curves in all the right
    places beautiful blonde, everyone had a crush on her. I was little
    heavier, dark haired and although I still had curves, they were not
    as pronounced as hers. The fact that this store is more frequented by
    men, I had to do something that would make them want to come talk to
    me. So I started wearing skin tight outfits, I needed to get the
    commission and if the guys went to my boss, that left me with scraps.

    I worked mainly

    nights, thank God, because she was more of the store opener, so I
    still had a shot at the guys coming in after she left. I wasn't a
    slut or anything, but I loved to get the attention. It made me feel
    special. When I worked at night, I had a manager that I worked with a
    lot, his name was Mark and I loved teasing him. I made sure I bent
    over in front of him to pick up something on the ground, brushed by
    him close enough for him to feel some part of my body.


    So one night I

    walked into work and Stacey, the manager was running out the door.
    She said, 'Mark is in the back room on a project, so go sell! Sell!
    Sell!' So I walked in the backroom and took off my coat and fixed my
    hair. I walked past Mark and he took a deep breath.

    I wore a skin

    tight red dress, hugged every curve, low cut, and high above the
    knee. No underwear at all. My nipples were poking through the fabric
    and I was in a mood. One way or another, I was gonna get fucked
    tonight. I left Mark alone like I was told and only came in the back
    to pick up a product or to ask a question. At one point I had to get
    something that required a ladder. My dress was so tight that I had to
    lift the hem so it wouldn't rip as I climbed to get what I needed.

    Mark asked me if

    I needed help, I told him he could hold the ladder for me. He came
    over and did what I asked, he was caught staring at my legs. I
    enjoyed how it made me feel to have him gawk at me and wanted more of
    it. I pretended to wobble and he reached out and held my legs to help
    me stabilize. But instead of doing that, I felt a surge of
    electricity flow through me. His hands were on my naked legs and all
    I wanted was more.

    I got what I

    needed and headed back out to the sales floor. I was really racking
    up the sales that night as most of our customers were male and let's
    face it, when someone who is barely wearing anything, they will throw
    money at you to give then an excuse to talk to me.

    I had to go in

    the back again, this time it was for something that I knew was on the
    bottom shelf in the back room. I made sure that Mark knew I was back
    there and told him what I was selling. His eyes met mine as I bent
    down on the floor and looked up at him. I knew that his eyes were
    looking right down my dress and it was low cut enough that he was
    seeing a good 90% of my tits. He tried desperately to look in my
    eyes, but his body betrayed him and I saw the tent forming in his
    pants.

    I took my time

    getting the product and slowly left the backroom. All and all it was
    probably one of my better nights for sales as it turned out. Mark
    spent most of the night on his project and I loved distracting him
    every chance I got. I know by the end of the night, I could feel the
    sexual tension between us. After I locked the front door and made my
    way to the back, I was sure to make a but of a scene. I pulled my
    dress out and looked down at my naked tits and made a comment, 'looks
    like these puppies work real well on the sales floor.'

    Mark said that

    he is pretty sure that they work well for me no matter where I am. I
    could tell the tent was forming again and I wanted to tease him, see
    how far I could push it. Mark was about 5 years older than me, a
    decent looking guy, and based on what I have seen tonight, has a
    decent size package hidden in his pants.

    He started to do

    the totals for the night and I went out to do the cleaning. I would
    come back and ask him if he needed me to do anything for him. He just
    kept saying no. I pulled my dress up a few inches higher and went in
    the back room, I was trying to get him flustered. I worked whatever I
    could to do just that.

    I acted all

    innocent, but I was determined to get him to fuck me that night. At
    one point, I raised my dress and went in the backroom. He was sitting
    at the desk doing the schedule and I sat down next to him. I raised
    my one leg and tried to get comfortable, but I knew from the tent in
    his pants, he was looking right up my dress. I asked him if there was
    anything wrong, he said no, but I knew that he was fighting urges.

    I smiled at him,

    stood up, went over to his chair and told him if he needed me for
    Anything, just ask. I gave him a little hug and that is when he lost
    it. He grabbed me and pulled me on to his lap. Finally, I thought he
    wasn't going to act at all. I sat down and I could feel his erection
    straining to get out and get into some trouble. I took my hand and
    put it on his cheek, I pulled him closer and he leaned on my tit. He
    didn't seem to argue with me much. I knew I had him, now it was just
    playing with him until I was bent over the desk.

    I always loved

    this part of the teasing when I still control everything, but he is
    just waiting for permission. I moved his head off my tit and lowered
    my top. He was inches away from a bare nipple and I told him,
    'anything you need, you just Have to ask me.' He went to suck on my
    exposed nipple and I pushed him back, 'excuse me, I said you had to
    ask!'

    He apologized,

    then said, 'please, can I suck on your tits?' I gave him the okay and
    he went at my nipple like he was a starving child. His lips and mouth
    felt so good as his tongue swirled around. I felt his fingers moving
    up inside of my thighs. He was working my body into a frenzy, but I
    had to maintain the rules, he needed to ask my permission. I held his
    hand between my legs, inches from my dripping pussy. He looked up at
    me and asked, 'please, can I play with your pussy, I can already feel
    the heat and I know you are wet, I can smell your excitement.'

    I couldn't argue

    with any of that. I have been dripping since he touched my legs on
    the ladder. The heat between my legs was intense and I didn't want
    him to just play, I wanted to feel his fingers, his tongue and his
    cock. I whispered to him that I needed him to fill my holes, All of
    them. 'I want to feel every part of you fill every part of me.' I
    felt his finger travel up to my wetness. First he just moved it up
    and down, coating his fingers in my juices, then he played with
    me...I was moaning in his ears.

    He plunged two

    fingers inside of me, spreading me open and forcing my legs to open
    further. He was knuckle deep inside and kept pushing further in. I
    held onto his shoulders as he worked another finger inside. I was
    stretched but my juices helped lubricated his fingers. I begged him
    again, 'every part of you!'

    He brought his

    fingers up and slid them between his lips. I watched as he savored
    them and looked at me as he sucked on them. I could see the lust in
    his eyes. I stood up and pushed his chair back. I bent over and
    kissed him, tasting my own nectar on his tongue. I told him that I
    wanted him to taste me. He moved the keyboard and told me to sit on
    the desk. I pulled my dress up to my waist and sat down on the cold
    desk.

    I opened my legs

    and he did not hesitate. He dove between my legs as soon as he got
    the chance. I felt his tongue slide up and down my seem, it seemed to
    center in on certain locations that I did not expect. He played with
    the bottom of my opening, and the little bit of skin between both
    holes. He loved poking his tongue as deep as he could, and I loved
    the feeling that it provided. But when he slid up and nibbled on my
    clit, I came right on his desk. My body shook as I closed my eyes and
    let the sensation come over me. When I opened my eyes, he was
    standing in front of me, his pants around his ankles and he was
    stroking himself.

    He looked

    straight into my eyes as if he needed permission. At this state I was
    OK with anything he wanted to do to me.

    I told him to

    sit back down and I got off the desk. I got on my knees and slid him
    inside my mouth. He was thick and curved and slid perfectly down my
    throat. I was hungry for him, and I wanted to show him just how
    hungry I was. I worked him hard, I wanted him to get close before I
    let him slide deep inside of me.

    Mark begged me

    to stop because he was about to flood my mouth. Ill be honest, I kind
    of wanted it, but I was more interested in him firing his load deep
    inside of another hole. I stood up and grabbed my dress and removed
    it all the way. I stood naked in front of him and I begged him to
    fuck me.

    I bent over on

    the desk and placed has hands on my hip. He took the hint and started
    plowing into me. I loved the feel of his curved cock as it slid deep
    inside. He pushed all the way in and stayed there. My body accepted
    his size and he started moving back and forth. Harder and harder he
    plowed into me, I moaned and begged for it harder.

    He pounded into

    me fast and with powerful thrusts as I rapidly headed to my second
    orgasm on that desk. I was lost in the scene, the scraping of the
    desk on the floor with every thrust, banging against the wall. My
    moans, his grunts, and then it stopped. With one loud grunt, I felt
    him empty stream after stream as he exploded inside of me. My body
    tensed and released my own torrid juices. We stood there, interlocked
    as our bodies finished together in a triumphant synchronized
    eruption.

    It felt like we

    stayed locked together for a while, but it was probably only a minute
    or so. His softness slipped out of me and he sat back down on the
    chair. I dropped to my knees and cleaned him up with my lips. He held
    my head as I bounced on his cock with my mouth wrapped tightly. When
    he started to get hard again, I stood up and put my dread back on. He
    pulled his pants up and walked me to the door.

    He said, 'I

    really do have to finish this project, I was a little distracted
    tonight.' I apologized and he closed the door behind me. I was
    dripping down my legs by the time I reached my car. It was one hell
    of a night.

    Every time I was

    in the backroom from then on, I would look at that desk fondly and I
    noticed the scratches in the floor by the legs and I would start to
    get wet. It was just that one time, but I will always remember that
    night."

    I glanced around and most of the guys had their hands in their

    laps, trying to cover their own hard cocks. The women were less
    obvious as they would cross and uncross their legs, just trying to
    get some kind of relief.

    Boy, was I hoping that everyone was telling the truth, because I

    have circles around each "truth" on my sheet, only one
    person left to go, and then the judgment. This game has left each one
    of us horny as hell and if anyone said at this point, okay strip, I
    don't think anyone would think twice.

    Steve took a long drink of his beer, adjusted his cock and started

    his story.

    Steve's Turn.

    "I was

    barely eighteen when I lost my virginity to my neighbor.

    She waited until

    after my birthday party to request that I come over to help her with
    a few things at her house. She actually asked my mother if she could
    send me over after school one day. She was married but her husband
    was always on business trips. She was older by like 12 years, but
    still good looking in my book.

    Mrs. C took good

    care of herself, I would often see her running in the morning while I
    was headed to school. I always wondered why she didn't have kids, if
    I had the chance, I would have been pumping into her every day of the
    week and twice on Sunday!

    I've caught

    glimpses of her in the back yard sun tanning or mowing the lawn,
    usually in a bikini top, showing off her perfect tits. Let's just say
    that she was thought of quite a few times and used for inspiration
    back then.

    I had come home

    from school one day and saw a note on the counter, 'go to help Mrs. C
    She asked for your help with some things she can't do by herself.'

    It wasn't really

    what I wanted to do after school, but my mother asked me to, so I
    went and knocked on her door. When she opened her door, she was
    wearing a sports bra and tight shorts as if she had just been working
    out. She was a little sweaty, and her hair was wet. She smiled when
    she saw me, 'Hi Steve, glad you could help me. Please come in. Sorry,
    I just came back from a run.'

    I accepted her

    hospitality and walked in. I waited for her to close the door, then I
    asked what she needed me to do. She asked me to take the curtains
    down in her bedroom as she couldn't reach them. She asked me if I was
    okay doing that, I said sure, and she informed me she was going to
    get in the shower, if I need her for anything.

    Then I watched

    her take her sports bra off. Her perfect tits were capped off with
    pointed hard nubs and a dark circle around them. She turned around
    and went into the bathroom closing the door only partially.

    I started

    working on getting the curtains down when the shower turned off, I
    heard Mrs. C call to me, 'Steve, can you help me for a second?"

    I did not know

    what to expect when I walked into her bathroom, but I came running to
    see what she needed. That's when I saw her, standing there on the
    bathroom rug, not a stitch of clothing on, she wasn't trying to cover
    up. Her body glistened from the water, I looked up and down. Her
    nipples pointing right at me, she must have just shaved down below
    because it was red and hairless.

    I asked her,

    'what can I help with?' Not sure what her answer would be to that
    question, but whatever it was, I would do for her.

    She didn't seem

    shy about standing in front of me completely naked. 'Can you check my
    pussy, make sure there is no stray hairs. I just shaved and I want to
    make sure I did a good job.'

    I tried not to

    sound too overly excited, 'okay, sit up on the sink and spread your
    legs, I'll check for you.'

    She did as I

    asked and spread her legs in front of me. I got down on my knees and
    got close to her wide open legs. She smelled amazing, maybe her soap,
    maybe her wetness, maybe both? I wasn't sure, but I wanted to take my
    time down there.

    I lifted my hair

    and ran my fingers against the grain, nope it seems pretty smooth to
    me, let me examine more closely. I leaned forward and my fingers
    spread her lips open. My tongue touched gently and she moaned. She
    grabbed my head and pulled me closer. My fingers opened and slid
    inside of her, my tongue played with her clit. I wasn't super
    experienced in this department, but I watched enough porn to have an
    idea of what worked.

    I heard her say,

    'that's it be thorough, make sure you take care of every bit.'

    I ate her out

    for all I was worth, I was determined to make her scream. I was busy
    sliding my tongue around her clit and poking three fingers inside of
    her when she told me she was about to cum. Her breathing got sharper
    and her moans got louder and more often. She was right on the edge
    when she told me to bite down. I did and she exploded into my mouth,
    my fingers still plunging in and out as she rode her climax to the
    end. Her hands tightly gripped my hair as her body shook, I was proud
    of myself for bringing her off.

    I sat back,

    admiring my talents; and she got off of the sink,

    'Come on, let me

    play with that big cock of yours.' As she grabbed my hand and headed
    towards the bed. 'I want to see if it looks better in person!' I
    stopped and looked confused. She walked me over to the window and
    pointed across the lawn to my bedroom window, which had no curtains
    or blinds. She had a perfect view of my bed.

    She smiled and

    pulled me over to her big oak-framed king bed. How many times have I
    played with myself, thinking about her buxom milf body. The countless
    memories were going through my mind. How many times was I thinking
    about her, not aware as she was watching me. She pushed me backwards
    onto the bed and removed my clothes like she had a time limit. I was
    naked, feet dangling off the satin duvet, and my erection was
    standing tall and firm.

    She smiled as

    she gently grabbed a hold of my veiny red phallus. She looked at it
    closely and then slid her hand slowly up my shaft. She licked her
    lips and licked the swollen head, before she opened her mouth and
    slid my crown and pole inside. 'Hmm' she said as she started to move
    up and down. She played with my shaft on every up stroke and she was
    getting me closer already. I'm not really that experienced, so her
    talented hands and mouth had me ready to blow after a few minutes.

    She kept going

    and I grunted; and she kept going and going until I swelled and
    filled her mouth with my fresh cream. She kept softly sucking and
    bobbing on my cock during my reset, even taking my semi-flaccid pole
    down her throat, since it was more pliable and less obstructive. I
    was soon semi hard again. She looked at me and kept sucking. I was
    solid in no time. She said, 'are you ready?'

    I nodded as she

    lifted my legs and swiveled me on the slippery duvet, then climbed up
    on the big bed and stood. I admired the upward view of her swolen and
    wide-set bald outer pussy lips. Then she stepped each bare foot, one
    on each side of my hips. Then she smiled and looked me lustily in the
    face as she lowered down on my body.

    She soon knelt

    and straddled my hips and pointed my cock right at her open cunt. She
    put it at the entrance and dropped down a bit. My cock was sliding up
    and down her wetness as she coated me w

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  • Tell Me A Story: Part 1
    Tell Me A Story: Part 1
    A Campfire Reunion of Friends.
    Based on a post by Fugman.
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    Stories.


    Forward.

    My friends and I go way back to the high school days, we've all

    gone our separate ways since those days, but we try to get back
    together every couple of years. Our get together was coming up in a
    few days and I was eager to see them all again. We were all now in
    our mid thirties, so we have grown up a little, some of us still need
    more growing, but that's a different story.

    This year we were doing a picnic sleepover at Steve's house

    because he had a huge area outside with a fireplace and a hot tub.
    Steve has done well since college and he liked to splurge when it
    came to having his friends over. Since some of us were traveling it
    was nice not to have to worry about hotel rooms as Steve set up a
    huge tent in the back for all of us. All the plans were made and we
    we're all excited to get together again.

    So this year's party would be Steve of course, his wife Dakota,

    Stephanie and Craig, Me and my wife Nicole, and recently divorced
    Holly. The most recent addition to our group was my wife about four
    years ago, a couple of months before we were married. Everyone made
    Nicole feel welcome and she became part of the group rather quickly
    as her personality just kind of aligned with everyone. This year will
    be about the sixth time for our get together, so everyone knew each
    other pretty well.

    A lot of the day the women spent time either in the hot tub

    laughing at who knows what or sunbathing by the in-ground pool.
    Either way, there was a lot of flesh on display all day long. Couple
    that with the fact that everyone was drinking, made for some adult
    fun.

    By the time the sun went down on that evening, we were well

    lubricated. Once we all sat around the fire we were all pretty drunk.
    That is when Craig brought out the small clipboards. He handed one to
    each of us. It had a paper on it with my name on the top, then each
    person in the group and a "true or false" written after
    each name. We all listened intently to Craig as he gave directions.

    "Everyone has a clipboard with your name on the top, it will

    also have everyone's name listed on it with True or False for each.
    We will go around the fire and each person is going to tell you a hot
    sex story, you need to circle an answer if you think it is true or
    false. These stories will be very sexual, some will be true, some
    fabrications, your job is to determine which is which. It's like Clue
    but with hotter situations. After everyone turns in their sheet, the
    person who told the story will answer if it was true or false.
    Everyone understand the rules? Is everyone okay telling personal
    stories, if you aren't you can make one up, if you are uncomfortable
    with the content, you can make it a PG13 version. Final rule, if you
    are uncomfortable with anything said in this game, you are free to
    step away, no judgments.”

    Dakota asked just before we started, "How long does the story

    have to be?"

    Craig said "No limit, but it needs to tell the full story.

    Everyone good?"

    We all nodded or said "yes" and the game was on. Dakota

    started first.

    Dakota's Story.

    “I was a

    cheerleader when I was in college. It was an away game on a Friday
    night about 40 minutes from our school. Shortly after the game ended
    one of the players on the other team approached me and asked me if I
    had a boyfriend? I said 'no'.”

    “Girlfriend?”

    Again I said;

    “no.”

    “How long

    before your bus leaves?”

    I said “about

    20 minutes, why?”

    He said “follow

    me.”

    I don't know

    why, but the excitement had me dripping. I ran after him and he
    opened up the equipment storage room. He locked the door behind me
    and pulled me in for a kiss. I could not stop myself, he was good
    looking, and I was extremely horny. I kissed him back as I felt his
    hands caress my ass. I didn't fight it, I actually enjoyed it.

    There was a fold

    up chair in the corner so I told him to grab it and sit down. He did
    and I did a sexy strip tease for him removing every stitch of
    clothing other than my shoes. He told me I was gorgeous and I needed
    to come closer.

    I did what I was

    told and he pulled down his jersey. He pulled out his hard cock and I
    found myself drooling. I wanted it, I wanted it bad.

    I first went

    over and got on my knees. I grabbed him and tried to slide that
    monster down my throat. It wouldn't fit down very far, it was very
    thick and I tried to do the best I could.

    He reminded me

    that we didn't have much time before the bus left.

    I took the hint

    and climbed on top of him.

    He looked at me

    and said; “Are you sure?”

    My answer was

    not in words, I slid down his pole, his thickness filling me. After
    my body adjusted to his, I bounced up and down on top of his lap, as
    he sucked on my nipple. I knew this wasn't going to last long, as I
    was already dripping before I followed him to the shed.

    He pulled my

    pony tail and told me that I felt incredible bouncing on his pole.

    I had to agree.

    I lifted off of him, I felt empty. I quickly turned to face away from
    him and slid him back inside of me. I loved the feel of his thickness
    stretching me wide. I started bouncing on him again, this time harder
    and faster.

    He grabbed my

    hair tightly and yanked back on my head. He grunted and filled my
    hunger with his cum, which set me off and I came all over his pole.

    It was hot, I

    had to hurry but I got dressed and ran out of the shed just in time
    to get on the bus. I never knew his name, but I was filled with his
    cum as I rode the bus back home. The bus ride seemed to take forever
    as I was leaking fluids onto the back seat the entire ride. I always
    imagined how many times he told his friends about the cock hungry
    cheerleader he met after the game."

    I looked at Dakota and assessed the story, do I think it was true

    or false? I know that she used to be a cheerleader, so I circled true
    by Dakota's name hoping I was correct.

    Craig was next in line and I didn't expect to be as turned on as

    much as I was, hearing Dakota recall her tryst. But I was determined
    to keep an open mind. Craig cleared his throat, took a good long
    drink of his beer, and started his story.

    Craig's Story.

    "I was 22

    when I had an experience that I never thought or drempt of. Her name
    was Lisa, she was wilder than anyone I have ever been with. Our sex
    life was well, let's just call it extremely adventurous.

    One night she

    said to me, “I'm bored, let's go shopping.”

    I said; “Okay.”

    and we hopped into the car. She told me to pull over into the parking
    lot and I told her, that's the porno shop, she told me that she
    realizes that.

    I figured we

    would get a toy or something.

    Nope; she had

    other ideas. She asked where the rooms were, and the guy behind the
    counter motioned towards the door next to the register. She grabbed
    my hand and pulled me down a dark hallway. The sign said room 3 and
    we opened the door and stepped in.

    Once the door

    was shut, she pulled me in, there was a chair in the middle facing a
    TV, she pushed me down and she sat on my lap. I didn't know what I
    was in for. She turned the TV on and the woman was swallowing his
    meat. Shoving it in and out of her mouth. She told me it looks good,
    let's mimic whats on the screen! She opened my pants and fished for
    my cock. It was out of my under-powered and in her mouth in half a
    second. Because of the atmosphere, I was already hard and ready to
    please her.

    That's when she

    noticed the little spots on the wall. Holes placed throughout the
    room, each one about 3 inches big. That's when Lisa told me, I've
    always wanted to play at the glory hole. I've heard if them before
    but never actually saw one and never anticipated using one. That's
    when I noticed it, a monster poking through the wall. I looked at
    Lisa and she had a wicked grin on her face.

    She licked her

    lips, 'yummy' and got down on her knees in front of it. She grabbed
    it tightly and held it up to her lips, sticking her tongue out and
    sliding it around the guy's head. I could here him moan from the
    other side of the thin wall. She went crazy when she heard his moans.
    Up and down she went on his wood. She sucked, licked and worked him
    up good. She was removing her clothes as she never missed a lick on
    his powerful cock. It wasn't long before she was completely naked, I
    could see the excitement dripping down her leg.

    If I am at all

    honest, watching her service some faceless guy was kind of turning me
    on and my pole was like steel. I slipped behind her and played with
    her wetness, my fingers quickly slick with her juices. She moaned
    around the guy's erection and I slid deep inside of her. She kept
    moaning as I started to pick up the pace behind her. I was pushing
    her into him and she would bounce back and forth between us.

    My hands gripped

    her hips and I pulled her back onto me. It was long before she was
    begging both of us to fill her up. I could hear him just beyond the
    wall and even I could tell that he wasn't going to last much longer.
    I am not sure why, but that motivated me to pound harder into her.
    She moaned every time I pushed deep and he moaned every time her
    mouth went farther down his pole.

    I was right on

    the edge as I plowed deep in and I filled her with all of my cum. She
    moaned as she loved the feel of my pulsing pleasure stick as she
    called it. She was moaning as I felt her walls clench my weapon,
    milking me for every drop she could get. That is when I heard his
    grunt as he emptied his own into her mouth. She loved the feeling of
    having two different guys coming in both sides of her wanting body.
    She moaned as both men started to get soft. Apparently she wasn't
    fully satisfied yet. She noticed one of the other walls now had a
    black cock sticking out.

    She looked at me

    and smiled, 'never had one before!' She went over to it and grabbed
    tightly, stroking it to full length. 'Can I see how far I can get
    that in my mouth?' She opened her lips and started to slide down,
    little by little his rod disappeared down her throat. I have to admit
    I was a little impressed at her skill and more than a little horny by
    the show she was putting on. She got the thing pretty much down her
    throat as she started bobbing up and down. A deep voice echoed in my
    head, 'holy shit girl, your mouth is amazing. '

    That's when she

    pulled off of him, 'you should try my pussy!'

    She looked at me

    for approval and I don't know what came over me, I found myself
    nodding and stroking my own pole. She smiled and turned around. I
    watched her eyes as she forced her body back towards the wall taking
    his pole inside of her. At first it was slow, then she bounced back
    and forth against the wall. She was screaming how incredible it felt
    to be full. He was moaning and screaming, 'take it baby, take it
    all!' I just stood there stroking myself as she climbed towards her
    second orgasm of the night.

    All he had to do

    was stay in the wall and she did the rest. She built him up and she
    was right on the edge of exploding. That is when I went over to her,
    lifted her chin and blew my load in her face and chest. She screamed
    as she hit her orgasm and he grunted and said, holy shit, as her eyes
    opened wide. He was filling her up with his baby juice and she loved
    every last drop of it. My juices dripping off her chin and onto the
    floor.

    She stood up and

    gathered her clothes, pulled her jeans and her shirt back on. She
    pushed her panties in her bag and we walked back towards the cash
    register. She told me that one of her favorite things was feeling his
    seed dripping down her legs the rest of the night. She looked at me,
    smiled and said, 'my new favorite store when I'm bored.'

    I was still

    reeling from everything, but I had to admit that I often thought
    about that night and it always led to me stroking myself until I
    exploded."

    It was time to vote, did I think this really happened, or did he

    read it in a story or something? I circled my vote and hoped I was 2
    for 2!

    I looked around, Holly was next, I've always had a little crush on

    Holly, she was beautiful, highly sexual and loved to dress skimpy and
    show off her body. I was eager to hear her story.

    I had to make it through Holly's story, then Nicole, then me, then

    Stephanie and then our host Steve had his shot to amaze or trick us
    with his lustful story. Once this game started, I was most interested
    in Holly's tale. I just knew her sexual life was way more exciting
    than everyone else's. I was already hard from the game so far and I
    knew Holly was going to have an amazing story.

    She began her story and I was hanging on every word.

    Holly's Story.

    "So it was

    right after the divorce was final, I was in a bad way, horny as hell,
    moody and just plain didn't give a fuck for anyone. I prepared myself
    to get drunk and order a pizza, so I poured myself a shot and ordered
    early before I could see straight any longer.

    'I have my

    driver there soon, thanks for calling.' The young kid on the phone
    said. About 3 shots later, I heard the doorbell ring. I rushed to go
    get my pizza and I was greeted by a handsome young man, maybe in his
    mid twenties. He told me his name was Shawn and how much I owed him.
    I instructed him to put the pizza in the kitchen and I'll get my
    wallet. I was wearing a sheer robe with nothing on underneath, I
    always had that fantasy, but I never had the chance when I was
    married.

    I grabbed my

    wallet and headed to the kitchen when I saw Shawn. He was well built,
    he clearly worked out, and he was staring at my body. I enjoy the
    attention and make sure that he knows that the tip is up to him. He
    looked at me confused. 'I can give you money; or you can take what
    you feel that I owe you.'

    He looked at my

    body again, sending shivers up my spine. He told me to turn around
    and as I did he grabbed my arms. He pushed me against the island in
    the kitchen and lifted my robe. My bare ass was on full display when
    he told me to bend over the counter. I did everything he said, I mean
    it was his tip, he earned it.

    He dropped down

    to his knees and held my buttocks in his hands. He asked me to be
    sure if I was offering everything to him. I said yes, just take what
    you feel you've earned. He spread my cheeks open and stuck his tongue
    in the channel between them. I felt like I was going to cum right
    then. But he took his time as I felt his tongue dip inside my
    backside. I've never felt this before and my hands gripped the
    counter tightly.

    His tongue

    probed my hole as I felt his fingers slide between my legs. Inch by
    inch his hands traveled up until I felt them slide in my wetness.
    There I was, his tongue in my ass and fingers poking in my pussy, I
    seriously was about to cum just from that, but I told him that he
    could take whatever he wanted. So he stood up and pushed me against
    the counter and tear off my robe. I was naked and exposed and begging
    for him to fuck me.

    He didn't waste

    time, he pulled his cock out and pushed it in my dripping wetness. He
    was not gentle, he forced himself inside, but it was exactly what I
    wanted. He took me, and I loved every second of it. He grabbed my
    hair and pulled back on my head so he could grab a hold of my tits.
    He pounded on me like it was in his job description, and I was so
    desperate, I came after a short time.

    He told me he

    was about to cum, where did I want it. I yelled at him, 'fucking fill
    me up with it.' A few more strokes and he did just that. When he came
    down from his explosion, he told me that he needed me to do something
    for him. Considering what he has done for me, I said, what is it? He
    said he needed to clean himself up before he went back on deliveries.
    So I got on my knees and took care of his needs. I may have really
    done well, because before he left he had also filled my throat full
    of his cum.

    On his way out

    the door he told me what days he works, I told him suddenly on those
    days Ill be having pizza. He laughed as I closed the door. I was
    still naked and dripping.

    I've been

    getting pizza at least twice a week for months now."

    Holy shit, I thought to myself, that was hot and in my mind I was

    picturing her body laying over the counter getting fucked hard. I
    circled 'true' and took a big drink of my beer. Nicole was next and
    she looked over at me. She noticed the tent in my lap and whispered,
    "we'll take care of the tonight!"

    I knew she had to be feeling frisky as well listening to all of

    these stories. I knew that she likes these types of stories and I
    think it does more when it is told as opposed to read. I might have
    to start reading her stories when I'm in the mood.

    Nicole looked around at everyone before she began. Everyone was

    eager to hear another story and I'm sure all of the guys were hard
    and all the women were wet. The tent tonight is going to be filled
    with moaning and grunting, I'm sure of it.

    So Nicole cleared her throat and looked around, then she started

    her story.

    Nichole's Turn.

    "I's just

    turned 18 years old, and on an exchange program to Great Britain when
    I met this guy, Cameron at a club. He came right over to me and said
    'hey' and his accent made my legs go week and I was already starting
    to get wet. He told me that he and a few of his friends were hanging
    out in a booth in the corner, did I want to join them. I accepted and
    he took my hand and led me to the corner.

    The corner was

    dark, and two guys were already seated at the table. He introduced me
    to

    36 min
  • Sexual Equity - Orientation: Part 2
    Sexual Equity: Part 2
    An orientation to the obligations of Sexual Equity.

    In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt.

    Listen to the
    ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Forward: About New Dorset.

    New Dorset is an island, and nation-state, in the northeast

    Pacific. Located 450 km southwest of the Baja California peninsula, it is the
    largest territory (other than Antarctica) to have no native population when
    first discovered by Europeans. It was first discovered in 1533 by Spanish
    explorers, but no Spanish presence was ever established, and it was disputed
    between Spain and Britain until Spain withdrew its claim in 1815. It was
    colonized by the British beginning in the early 1800s, and given its independence
    along with other British dominions in 1931.

    New Dorset is a constitutional monarchy with a parliamentary

    government, with a constitution in broad terms similar to that of the United
    Kingdom and many former British colonies, but governed under the unique
    principles of Sexual Equity.

    New Dorset has 8,671,074 inhabitants. and the capitol is

    Dorchester.

    The Duchies, or provinces are:

    Bathurst, whose capitol is also Dorchester, has 832,092.

    Wilmot-Horton, whose capitol is Portsmouth, has 2.046,189.
    Goderich, whose capitol is Poole, has 1,100,280.
    Deltaland, whose capitol is Stafford, has 1,195,146.
    Alicia, whose capitol is Taylorville, has 1,024,764.
    Helenia, whose capitol is Jenkins, has 1,040,141.
    Louisia, whose capitol is Kibblewhite, has 537,428.
    Beatricia, whose capitol is Packman, has 895,034.

    Orientation begins:

    Twelve women in the their twenties and thirties, dressed in

    pantsuits or blazers and skirts, file in to the conference room and sit around
    the table. At first, they talk of their journeys here to the capital; soon he
    discussion turns to constituency office staffing and committee assignments.
    Finally an older woman, about fifty, comes in, wearing a “State Service
    Office” badge on a lanyard.

    “Hello. Welcome to State Service Orientation. I’m

    Rebecca Upston, the Parliamentary Commissioner for State Service. Angela, who
    usually does new officeholder orientation, is off today, so you get me;
    I’m the head of the program. Thanks for coming on time. I know this seems
    uncomfortable and frightful for some of you, but don’t worry, for almost
    everyone orientation, and service generally, turns out to be a good experience.
    Can you introduce yourselves? Just first names here. You can call me
    Rebecca.”

    They go around the room, and each says her name. Rebecca

    makes a point of repeating them back. “Georgia.” “Eva.”
    “Lucy.” “Holly.” “Bella.”
    “Brooke.” “Samantha.” “Jasmine.”
    “Sophie.” “Madison.” “Summer.”
    “Elizabeth.”

    Rebecca says, “Great. And most of you are new members

    of the Legislative Assembly from; which province was it, Deltaland, right?
    Except Sophie, who won the federal by election in MacVicar, and Lucy, who is
    the newest city council member in Poole. Her election was just two days ago.
    Thanks for coming down so quickly.

    “Congratulations to all of you on running for and

    winning office, on being chosen to represent and lead your people. What we are
    here for today may not seem like it has much to do with what you do in the
    legislature, but you’ll see that it does.

    “I was an MP for twelve years and on my city council

    for four years before that, so even before this job, I did my share of state
    service. A lot of women come in with ideas about service that are pretty far
    off, so even though we provide you with written materials, we have everyone do
    an in-person orientation. You’ve all read the ‘Your Service
    Obligation’ booklet, right?” A series of nods.

    “All right. Let’s begin he orientation by

    letting me show you through your part of the selection process. Servitrixes ,
    that’s what we call women who have a service obligation, go online each
    month and sign up for service room assignments. By the way, in real life nobody
    ever calls them ‘service rooms,’ they’re always called
    ‘cribs,’ except in the paperwork. Anyway, the Service Office will
    send you the date each month when you’re eligible to select times and
    places. You get a different date depending on whether you’re a minister,
    an MP, an MLA, or what. If it’s available, you’re allowed to choose
    any crib, anywhere. Usually, you’ll want to pick one near where you work,
    but it’s up to you.”

    She calls the web site up on the projector and goes through

    a sample assignment selection process. “You pick the number of
    appointments you need each month for your obligation. Each appointment time
    lasts an hour. Ten minutes at the beginning is for preparation and fifteen at
    the end is for clean-up, so if you have two crib assignments in a row,
    you’ll have a twenty-five minute break in between.”

    “What if we forget to sign up?” asks Georgia.

    “Well, you can always sign up late, and be limited to

    whatever crib spaces are available. We’ll try to accommodate you if we
    can. Ultimately, it’s your responsibility to make sure you can fulfil
    your service obligation. If you don’t, you can end up before the Joint
    Disciplinary Committee, and ultimately lose your seat. So don’t do that.
    Sign up early, get convenient crib assignments, do your service, and then go
    back and run the country. That’s how service is supposed to work. All the
    details are on the help pages online.”

    “OK, so that’s how you’ll sign up. I want

    to give you a a general idea about how patrons (men who receive service) sign
    up too. Patrons sign up on a weekly basis instead of a monthly basis, and
    select their preferences from the service room assignments you’ve chosen.
    They select their preferred times and servitrixes, and the system matches them
    up. There are a lot more men who want to receive service than servitrixes to
    provide it, so there’s a complicated system for building the waiting
    list. Patrons get priority firstly on how long they’ve been waiting, then
    on whether they live in the constituency of the woman in question, and last on
    whether they’ve received any honors – lords, knights and members of
    the various orders of merit all have their own priority levels.”

    “I thought earls and lords could get service anytime

    they wanted,” asked Lucy.

    “No, just the duke of each province and the king.

    Nobles get some preference, but if a regular man with no honors has been
    waiting longer than an earl, he will get service even if the earl has to wait.
    Where the honors make a difference is in whether they get their first choice of
    servitrix.

    Samantha asks, "Why do we sign up monthly when men sign

    up weekly?”

    “It just works out better that way; it allows women to

    establish their schedules in advance, which is especially important for women
    like the foreign minister, who has to make sure she squeezes in her service
    obligation in between foreign trips. For men, it’s easier to pick
    appointment times closer to when they’ll actually go, and weekly signups
    allow the waiting lists to shuffle more often, which gives a sense of progress,
    even if the wait isn’t really any different in the long run. As long as
    you sign up on time for your assignments, the difference won’t affect
    you.

    "Oh, one other thing you should know: if a crib

    isn’t being used, servitrixes can sign up to use it for whatever they
    want; either take a friend down there, or just use the lounge to take a nap or
    something. Perk bookings open up at the beginning of the week, after any late
    assignments.

    "Any other questions? OK, they should be ready for us

    in the cribs now.”

    Rebecca leads the women out of the conference room and into

    the hall. They pause in the Grand Hall on the way to the stairs.
    “Parliament House is a beautiful place to work. State service reminds us
    of our responsibility to the citizens, but the building reminds us how glorious
    our country is and what a privilege it is to lead it. We who work here are
    fortunate, especially the MPs. State service might seem like an heavy burden at
    times, but it’s a small price to pay. I don’t regret a day of
    it.”

    They descend a stairway and travel down another hall, and

    come to an alcove marked Service Rooms; East, where two athletic men in their
    twenties are standing.

    “Hello, Ms. Upston.”

    “Hello, gentlemen,” says Rebecca. “These

    are two of our instructors. We don’t use names for our patrons, so for
    now we’ll just call them Mr. M and Mr. V.” They exchange a round of
    greetings.

    Rebecca addresses a woman in a security uniform sitting

    behind a glass window in the back of the alcove.

    “Hi, Harper,” says Rebecca. “Harper here

    is our first line of security. We know you are in a vulnerable position with
    you don’t know, so we take security very seriously at the Service Office,
    especially here at Parliament House. We show you this side during orientation
    so you can feel confident in your safety. You’ve all gone through body
    scanners to get into Parliament House. Security’s even tighter down here.
    No man can get into the cribs until the guard gives them a key and buzzes them
    in. Harper, can you check in Mr. M and Mr. V?”

    Harper checks their IDs and then passes two plastic rings

    through the window, and the two men each take one. Mr. M puts the ring on a
    finger, then presses the ring to a badge reader next to a door; Harper presses
    a button and the door opens. A short hallway is visible, with another door at
    the other end. Rebecca says, “The door opens only when guard buzzes the
    doors at the same time the key is used. Every entrance and exit to the cribs is
    protected by a set of double doors, which can’t open at the same time, so
    nobody can sneak through.”

    Mr. M leads the others through the hallway, and they find

    themselves in a room with a bench, a row of lockers, and a stack of what look
    like towels on a shelf above a hamper. There are doors marked To Exit and
    Washroom/Showers, and a hallway marked To Service Rooms.

    Rebecca says “There are twenty cribs in Parliament

    House: seven in the south wing, ten in the west wing, and this the smallest set,
    with just three. Usually all the Parliament House cribs are pretty busy.
    Backbench MPs usually do service in Parliament House, as do ministers of the
    major departments like the Foreign Ministry and Defense, since those offices
    don’t have their own cribs. Ministers whose offices are in the North and
    South Executive Buildings generally use the cribs there.

    "This is the locker room for the east cribs. Men

    can’t take anything into the cribs with them from the outside, anything
    at all. No clothes, no jewelry, nothing except their ring key. They have to
    take off everything and leave it here. Gentlemen, will you demonstrate?”

    The instructors remove their shoes, pants, and shirts and

    put them in lockers. Mr. V removes a gold chain from around his neck; Mr. M removes
    a piercing from his ear, a gold ring from his finger, and a wristwatch. All go
    in the lockers. Finally, they remove their underwear, and turn around, facing
    the officeholders totally nude except for the plastic ring keys on their
    fingers. Rebecca says, “Please, take a good look,” and the two
    instructors pause as the women examine them..

    A few titters escape the women’s mouths. Rebecca says,

    “We always get a few gigglers here at orientation. But you’ll have
    to get used to seeing men like this. We’ll talk more about that later.
    First, let’s finish seeing security.

    Meanwhile, Mr. M takes one of the cloths that look like

    towels. "These wraps are all patrons are allowed to wear,” he says.
    “It’s not much, but having something makes most of us more
    comfortable while we wait.” He puts it around his lower torso and presses
    it closed. “There’s no pockets or anything, so you can see why the
    keys are made like rings; we don’t have to worry about losing them. We
    need the ring to open our locker and get our clothes after service.” Mr.
    V also takes a wrap and puts it on.

    They continue on into the hallway marked To Waiting Room. In

    the hallway is another security checkpoint with a fullbody scanner, with entry
    and exit doors; a male security officer stands behind a glass wall.

    Rebecca says, “We’re always extra careful. We

    know you’re in the public eye and we don’t want anything to happen
    to any of you. So we have another checkpoint here. Lucas here does a visual
    inspection, and then the scanner verifies that the man has left absolutely
    everything in the locker room.”

    The scanner door opens, Mr. M steps inside, and the door

    closes behind him. Lucas says, “Please remove your wrap, sir.” Mr.
    M does, and the guard makes a point of examining him thoroughly. “You may
    put it back now, sir,” says Lucas. Mr. M does so, and then Lucas operates
    the scanner, which is silent. “Thank you, sir,” says Lucas, and the
    rear scanner door opens. Mr. M goes through the door, and it closes behind him.

    Lucas goes through the same procedure with Mr. V. Rebecca

    says, “Only patrons are allowed in the waiting room, so we will be
    heading out now.”

    Bella says, “Is there something special in the waiting

    room that we can’t see?”

    “Yes, actually. Official portraits. At one point, it

    was decided that the old practice of displaying portraits of past and present
    ministers and officers of Parliament was one of the honors women would
    renounce. Instead, it was decided that official portraits would be made in the
    act of giving service, and they would be displayed in the waiting rooms to help
    patrons get in the proper mood.”

    Lucy is alarmed. “But they said service was private,

    that nobody got to see us.”

    “Well, nobody gets to see except the patrons. This is

    why you’re not allowed in there. The waiting room is highly restricted.
    Nobody is ever allowed in except men waiting for service. Even I’ve never
    seen any of the official portraits except my own.”

    Sophie says, “I’d like to know about

    that.”

    Rebecca laughs. “Maybe later. Anyway, don’t

    worry, only ministers and a few others are required to have their portraits
    posted, and in any case only the men actually waiting for service can see them.
    We can have no expectation of privacy from our patrons. And the portraits do an
    important job, of helping patrons get themselves ready for what is about to
    happen. It’s just another kind of service.”

    “Anyway, when the woman in the crib signals that

    she’s ready to begin, there will be an announcement in the waiting room.
    The man then uses his key to access the hallway that leads to the crib, and
    then the crib itself. The main security office has a door to the hall, to come
    if you call, and the hall is also used by housekeeping staff who wipe up and
    change the linens after every appointment.

    "For now, our instructors will stay in the waiting room

    while we go around to the women’s entrance.”

    Rebecca leads the women out through the locker room and a

    series of hallways with doors back to the service room entrance alcove. She
    counts the women, and says “Harper, we’re all clear.”

    Rebeca leads the women back to the stairwell. “We

    actually have to go up and over to get to the women’s entrances. We
    don’t want any mistakes.”

    Lucy asks, “Are all cribs this secure?”

    “Well, mostly. No matter what, we always have separate

    men’s and women’s entrances, and there’s always a guard on
    the men’s side who makes sure patrons can’t bring anything inside,
    monitors who enters the cribs, and who is there to help if called. But all
    security is stronger for our national leaders. The truth is that we’ve
    never had a problem where somebody who wasn’t supposed to be in a crib
    tried to get in to hurt someone, not even here in the capital.”

    Rebecca leads them up the stairs, back through a set of

    hallways, and down another stairway. At the bottom, a woman in a security
    uniform sits at a counter, behind another glass window with a locked door.
    Rebecca says, “Matilda here will check your IDs and buzz you in.”

    Matilda checks each ID before allowing the group through

    another set of double doors into another hallway, this one with doors labeled
    E1 through E3.

    Rebecca says, “We’re going to do most of the

    rest of orientation in E1, but that’s an extra-large crib we use for
    orientations and other special occasions. Before we go there, I want to show
    you E2, which is a regular crib. The first room is your lounge, where you can
    freshen up. There’s a small washroom with a toilet and shower, and an
    area where you can rest and change clothes. Then after that is the crib itself,
    which has a bed, a chair, and a stool. I’ll explain that in a bit, but go
    on into E2 and see what it’s like.” Rebecca opens the door with her
    badge.

    Each goes into E2 and looks around. The lounge has an area

    rug covering most of the floor, a daybed and a small clothes closet with a
    mirror on the door. The washroom is small but well stocked with toiletries.
    Next to the door to the crib is wall decoration reading “Happiness /
    Gratitude / Humility” and a small whiteboard marked “Today’s
    code: 2701”.

    Inside the crib is a full-size bed, made up with just a

    fitted sheet. It’s pressed up against the wall on one side, and on the
    other side there’s a low chest of drawers. Across from it there’s
    also a chair with a seat raised off the ground, and a very low stool in front
    of it. This room has a rug on the floor also. On the far wall is a door marked
    Men’s Exit. Next to the door back to the lounge there are some
    pushbuttons and a keypad.

    After each has a look, Rebecca reaches into the E2 lounge,

    presses a button on the wall marked Finished, and exits the room, closing the
    E2 door behind her. Then she shows the officeholders into E1. The lounge here
    is similar, but much larger, with two couches and a large closet, and mirrors
    lining the walls; the washroom has a toilet and shower but also a whirlpool
    bath. It has the same decoration and whiteboard next to the crib door.

    Rebecca says, “This is the biggest crib we have, which

    is why we use it for orientation: there’s no way this many women could
    fit in E2. At the same time, E2 is much more like the cribs you’ll be
    using. This room is booked up quickly.

    "Now is when you will be first introduced to what State

    Service is really like. The first step is to change your clothes. You should
    remove everything: clothes, jewelry, hair bands, whatever you have on, and put
    on a service robe. Let me know if your robe is too long; it shouldn’t go
    down to your knees.” She opens the closet and hands each woman a garment
    bag and a thigh-length, very sheer robe.

    Eva looks at the robe and asks, “What’s the

    point of wearing this thing? There’s not even any lace. They can see
    everything anyway, we might as well just be naked.”

    Rebecca says, “Yes, Eva, it doesn’t hide

    anything, but that’s not the point of wearing this. We provide service
    not only in what we do but in how we look, and not only in how we look to the
    men but how we look to ourselves. Nudity isn’t necessarily sexy; it can
    be pretty ordinary. We’re all nude when we take baths, or change our
    clothes. These robes are a reminder, partially to the men but mostly to ourselves,
    that we are here in their service. In here, we reveal ourselves in every way,
    even If we wear a robe, even if we do what usually conceals. So we’re
    more nude than nude in these. And before you ask, yes I’ll be wearing one
    too. Out there, I’m a Parliamentary Commissioner; when I come in here,
    I’m a woman providing service, like any of you. Counselors and managers
    in the Service Office are the only women other than elected officials who have
    a citizen service obligation.

    "So, please place your clothes in the garment bags;

    we’ll put them in the

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  • Sexual Equity: Part 1
    Sexual Equity: Whosoever..
     A Sci Fi Fantasy Story.

    Ryan makes a visit to the West Service Rooms.

    In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt.

    Listen to the
    ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    And Whosoever Will Be First Among You, Let Her Be Your

    Servant.

    Ryan looks up at the stately building. He last visited here

    on a Grade 6 field trip, seven years ago. This would be a very different
    experience.

    Ryan walks through the main door, passes through a scanner

    at a security checkpoint, and follows signs downstairs to the West Service
    Rooms, where another security guard waits behind a window.

    "I'm Ryan Ganter, I have a 1400 hours

    appointment," he says to the guard.

    "ID, please?"

    Ryan shows him an ID, and the guard swipes it on his

    computer. "Yes, you're in W7. This is your first time, it says. Welcome.
    You're quite early; fourteen is actually the time we expect you to check in,
    and your service will start later. Here is your key." The guard hands him
    a grey plastic ring. "You put it on your finger. When I buzz you through
    the doors, you'll need to press it up on the reader at the same time. You'll
    also use it for your locker. Put absolutely everything you have in your locker:
    all your clothes, your phone, any jewelry you may have, absolutely everything
    you have except that key. There are wraps for you to wear; that and your key
    are all you can bring inside. Once everything you have is in your locker, you
    can go through screening and into the waiting room. Got it?"

    Ryan nods, and the guard buzzes him through a pair of doors

    into a locker room. There's two other men there, a burly one taking off his
    clothes, and another one wearing glasses putting his back on. Ryan says
    nothing, finds a locker and begins putting his jacket and shoes into it. He
    notices the man taking his clothes off has finished, and has taken a cloth from
    a stack on a shelf and wrapped it around his lower torso, from his midsection
    to just above his knees.. Ryan takes a wrap too and continues undressing. He
    has only his underwear on when he puts the wrap around himself and seals the
    Velcro.

    "Hey, you should know, they won't let you in with

    underwear on. Just the wrap," says the man in glasses.

    "Oh, thanks," says Ryan, and pulls his underwear down

    without taking the wrap off. He puts it in the locker and locks it, now with
    nothing at all except the wrap around his lower torso and the plastic ring key
    on his finger.

    Ryan looks around and notices that the connecting passages

    are labeled To Waiting Room and Washrooms/Showers. A digital clock on the wall
    reads 1300. Ryan thinks to himself that maybe being clean would be a good for
    this, so he goes into the washroom, where he is alone. The shower area is
    communal, with several shower heads coming out from the walls. He puts his wrap
    on a hook and enters the showers.

    He's lathering himself up when another man enters the

    washroom, wearing a wrap. Bashful, Ryan covers his crotch with his hands. The
    man says "Kid, you better get used to being naked if you're going to come
    here." As if to prove it, he removes the wrap and puts it over his
    shoulder before going up to a urinal.

    Ryan looks away and finishes showering. By the time he's

    done, the other man is gone, so he dries himself off with a towel and puts the
    wrap back on. Back out in the locker room, the clock now reads 13:10.

    Ryan heads down the hallway marked To Waiting Room. He turns

    a corner and sees a security checkpoint, with a young male guard and a
    full-body scanner. He enters the full-body scanner and a door closes behind
    him, enclosing him on all sides. "Sir, I need to conduct a visual on you.
    Please remove your wrap."

    Ryan slowly unfastens the wrap and holds it in his hands.

    The guard closely examines Ryan's body, from head to toe, and asks Ryan to turn
    so the guard can see all sides. Ryan is very uncomfortable but complies. After
    the guard finishes, satisfied, he says. "Ok, you may put your wrap back
    on, sir." Ryan does, and then the guard operates the scanner. It is
    silent, and the guard opens a door to let him proceed. 'Very well, sir. The
    waiting room is beyond the next door. When she's ready, you'll hear an
    announcement. Enjoy your service, sir."

    Ryan says "Thanks," unlocks the next door with his

    key and walks through to a waiting room. While he's getting his bearings Ryan
    hears an announcement: "Mr. Bennett, please accept service now in W5. Mr.
    Bennett, W5." A man gets up and, using his key, goes through a door marked
    To Service Rooms.

    Ryan sees magazines on the side tables, and a television on

    one side of the room displaying a soccer match silently, with captions. A
    number of men sit around the room, some looking at magazines or at the
    television, and some looking at a series of framed photos on all the walls.

    Around the room there are framed photos of naked women, just

    their faces and torsos, with their legs off the edge of the photo. Looking
    closer, Ryan sees that each woman is in the middle of intercourse, although all
    you can see of the man is his penis, coming in from outside the frame to enter
    the woman.

    Ryan finds the sight of this a bit much. He sees a reader

    with a display on the wall, and tests his key: sure enough, it displays his
    name, the number of his locker, and "13:15, 14:00 appt, W7 15:10." So
    Ryan guesses he'll be here for nearly two hours before he will actually get in.
    Fortunately, he likes soccer.

    He watches the match until it's over, and then begins

    reading a sports magazine. Eventually, he hears his own name: "Mr. Ganter,
    please accept service in W7." He gets up, unlocks the To Service Rooms
    door with his key, and enters a hallway. Following signs, he turns to the right
    and continues to the door for W7. Hesitating just a bit, he uses his key to
    unlock that door, and walk in.

    The door closes behind him before he can take in what he's

    seeing. A woman, who looks to be about thirty-five though Ryan knows she is
    older, kneels on the floor before him, wearing only the sheerest of robes,
    which hides nothing. Her long light brown hair reaches down to touch her
    breasts, which are round and high on her body.

    With a professional smile, she says, "Hello, my name is

    Judy. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?"

    Ryan can hardly get a word out. "Wow..."

    Judy's smile becomes more genuine. "Thank you, sir. I'm

    glad my appearance pleases you."

    Ryan continues to stare. "Um.. well... could you..

    maybe... get up so I could see all of you?"

    "Of course, sir." Judy gets up off the ground and

    pushes the small bench she was kneeling on over to the side of the room. She
    opens her arms wide, spreads her legs slightly, and turns in a full circle. Her
    robe hides nothing; he can see her breasts, her derri re. She is hairless, so
    he can see her cleft.

    "I can see you find this arousing, sir. May I remove

    your wrap?" Ryan can't speak but nods. Judy pulls the wrap off with one
    hand and runs her other hand down his erect penis before turning to hang the
    wrap on a hook by the door Ryan had used.

    She turns back to him and again kneels, this time on the

    floor. "Sir, I am here to serve. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth,
    or by intercourse?"

    Ryan starts off, "Pre" before Judy interrupts him.

    "No, sir, in here I am just Judy. Please call me Judy,

    sir."

    Ryan nods and says "Judy. I want to ... I want to fuck

    you."

    "Of course, sir," says Judy. "What if I lie

    on the bed, and you get on top?" Not waiting for an answer, she removes
    her robe and hangs it on a hook on the far side of the room. Ryan finally
    notices the bed against the wall as, now fully naked, she lies on it.
    "Sir, please come here and fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside
    me."

    Ryan doesn't wait for a second invitation. He gets up on the

    bed, crawls to a point between her legs and points his penis toward her vagina.
    "Just a minute, sir," she says, as she guides him inside her.
    "Yes, please sir, please fuck me."

    Ryan begins thrusting. But, though an effort of will, he

    stops himself and pulls out, sitting up in front of her. "No! Not yet. I
    want more."

    Judy looks up at him quizzically. "Of course, sir. How

    may I serve you?"

    Ryan says "I want... I want to touch you."

    Ryan gets off the bed and begins using his hands: he gropes

    Judy's breasts, rubs her nipples with his fingertips, and reaches down and
    moves his fingers up and down through her outer lips, which makes Judy moan
    slightly. "Sir, that's good."

    Ryan turns her away from him onto her side, and begins

    groping her buttock. "Please, sir, not too hard... ah, thank you
    sir," says Judy. After a moment of this he begins using one hand on her
    buttock and reaches the other around her and holds her breast, squeezing gently
    and then rubbing, which elicits an " Ah, Ah," from Judy. Finally,
    Ryan has her get on hands and knees, gets behind her on the bed, and enters her
    vagina from behind. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy, sir," says Judy. This
    time Ryan doesn't stop himself and he comes. Breathing heavily, he pulls out,
    rolling away from Judy, pushing his back against the wall.

    After a moment, Judy gets up off the bed, kneels, and starts

    to speak. "On—"

    "Wait," interrupts Ryan, "do we have any more

    time?"

    Judy says "Yes, sir, we've only been a few minutes. Are

    you not satisfied with your service?"

    "Yeah. I just wanted to ask a couple of questions."

    "Oh. Sir. I can't answer anything about what I do on

    the outside in here, sir."

    "No, I just wanted to know... how can you do this? Out

    there, you're... you. In here, you begged me to fuck you. You don't even know
    me. I mean, that's so wild."

    Judy pauses. "Well, sir, I asked you to fuck me because

    I knew it's what you wanted — although I wanted it too. In here or out
    there, I'm a woman. My pussy may not be on display when I'm outside, but it's
    always there underneath my clothes, and sometimes I get horny and wet and I
    want to have a cock like yours inside."

    "But whatever my feelings are, when I'm in here, I'm

    here to serve you, sir, and the men who come after you. That's what Sexual
    Equity is, the system we live under, the bargain we made so I can do what I do.
    And I believe in that system, sir, truly. My service in here makes me better at
    what I do, out there."

    Ryan stares at her, nonplussed.

    "Sir, I can tell you don't understand. Let me try again."

    Judy rises from the floor and sits on the side of the bed next to Ryan, who
    moves to lie on his back, looking up at her. She reaches out to his penis with
    one hand and begins to stroke it.

    "I don't just do this because it's a condition of my

    job. When people give service to others, in any way, it changes us for the
    better. Service gives us a sense of purpose and satisfaction. By easing stress,
    it makes us happier and healthier. And when we serve others it not only helps
    others feel closer to us, but also helps us feel closer to them. Giving of
    ourselves helps us see the kindness and generosity in others. I don't know if
    you're a Christian, sir, but Christ commands us to serve others, as He served
    the people in His days on earth."

    Judy gets up on the bed, kneeling alongside him, facing him.

    She picks up Ryan's hand and places it on her breast, and then begins to use
    both her hands to massage him, alternately lightly touching his scrotum and
    stroking and squeezing his penis, which is beginning to harden again..

    "Sex is another way that people become closer together

    — literally, since we touch each other, but being open and vulnerable
    with our bodies makes us feel open and vulnerable emotionally, too. You must
    feel closer to me now, sir, than you did when you came in."

    Ryan manages to grunt, "uh-huh." His penis is

    again becoming fully erect.

    "This is even more true for women. When you're inside

    me, and I'm all around you, it feels like you're not separate from me, but part
    of me." Judy moves over to sit astride Ryan; she opens her labia with one
    hand and guides Ryan's penis to enter her vagina with the other. "And when
    it's over, you come in me, and my body absorbs the fluid. You literally do
    become part of who I am." She moves herself up and down slowly on Ryan's
    penis; he moans. "So if serving you makes me feel close to you, and sex
    makes me feel close to you, then serving you with sex makes me feel as close as
    I can ever feel with another person."

    "You're right, sir, I don't know you; I'll never know

    your name." She picks up his hand off her breast and kisses it, then takes
    both his hands and pulls them around to her derri re. "Sir, hold my ass,
    pull me in tight. I don't learn your name because in this room you are not just
    yourself, but a representative of all the people of our country. I serve you,
    and fuck you, so that I can feel as close as possible to all the people you
    represent. Feel as though everyone in the country is part of me." She
    continues moving herself up and down, grinding on Ryan's genitals. "My
    service to you makes my feelings, wants and needs as closely aligned with my
    country's as they can possibly be. And that's why doing what we're doing now
    makes me better at what I do outside this room."

    She moves up and down more quickly, grinds harder. "I

    hope this feels good, sir. I want to make you come, sir, so I can feel closer
    to everyone. Sir, can you come one more time for me?"

    Ryan could.

    Judy slowly gets off Ryan and lies on the bed. Ryan's still

    on his back; she's on her side, her face next to his. After a moment, she
    kisses his cheek and says, "Is there any other way I can serve you,
    sir?"

    Ryan shakes his head no. He can hardly move; he is drained.

    She moves closer and whispers in his ear, "I love my country, sir, and
    right now, you are my country."

    She lies there for two minutes, resting her hand on his arm,

    their naked bodies touching. Nothing more is said. Eventually she kisses his
    cheek again and leaves the bed. She takes the very thin robe from its hook, and
    puts it on; Ryan can't see why, since it doesn't hide anything. She then kneels
    on the floor; Ryan turns to look. "Sir, I have to go now." She looks
    at a clock on the wall. "It won't be long before they ask you to leave so
    they can clean. Your ring key will open the exit door."

    She then recites, "On behalf of His Majesty's

    Government, thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until
    your next service."

    She rises and moves toward the rear door. Ryan calls,

    "Wait!" She looks questioningly back at him.

    "Could you just turn around, let me look at you one

    more time? I want to remember this."

    Judy smiles, and again holds out her arms and does a slow

    twirl, while Ryan stares at her body. "Um, thanks," Ryan says.

    "Of course, sir. And I mean it sincerely when I say,

    thank you for letting me serve you." She turns to type a code into a
    hidden keypad, unlocking the rear door; she exits the room.

    Ryan lies there for another moment before getting off the

    bed, putting the wrap back around himself and using the ring key to open the
    door he had come in.

    Judy closes the door behind her and exhales. Going to the

    closet, she places her robe in a hamper. She checks the clock again, regrets
    that she doesn't have time to take her usual shower, and begins to put her
    clothes back on: underwear, white silk top, navy blazer and skirt, dark
    stockings and low pumps. She takes just a moment to brush out her hair, and
    exits.

    Her assistant is outside the Service Office entrance.

    "Prime Minister."

    "Hello, Jules," says Judy. "Well. It's been a

    long time since I've had a first-timer. It's better than I remember. Anyway.
    What's next?"

    "Well, Prime Minister, they're waiting in your office

    for your Question Time briefing, and then you have the Transport Minister at
    16:30."

    "When's my next service appointment?"

    "Tonight at 20, and tomorrow morning you have two in a

    row, at seven-thirty and eight-thirty, before prime minister's questions start
    at ten."

    "Thanks. I'd better get ready for Question Time,"

    says Judy. They head up the stairs.

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  • A Night of Sweet Treats: Part 2
    A Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 2.
    The Consummations. 

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    Sam's eyes grew wide as he grinned.

    "You really did think of everything, didn't you?"

    "Yep." I placed the box on

    the table beside the couch, then stood before Sam and slowly took off my dress.
    I was trembling with excitement, and as his hungry stare moved over me, I felt
    my nipples harden beneath my stretch lace underwire bra.

    "You're beautiful, Iris," he

    whispered.

    I grinned and went to Sam, leaning

    forward so I could give him a deep kiss. Then I climbed onto the couch,
    kneeling beside him. Without speaking, I began trying to unfasten his pants,
    but my hands were shaking so much, I struggled with the simple task.

    I was grateful when Sam took over. Once

    he had his pants and underwear down around his thighs, I stared at his glorious
    erection, which pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

    Looking up at Sam's face again, I saw

    that his gaze was pleading, full of the same need overtaking me, and I wanted
    more than anything to make him feel good. Extending my hand, I wrapped my
    fingers around his cock, and it twitched in my grasp. As I began gently
    stroking, Sam let his head fall back, a low groan emerging from deep in his
    throat.

    I delighted in the silkiness of his

    flesh. Sliding the pad of my thumb over his cock head, I felt a drop of
    moisture. My mouth watered when I thought about tasting it.

    Eagerly I leaned forward, brushing my

    lips against his purple cock tip. Now Sam was trembling, too, and his obvious
    excitement made me brave enough to swirl my tongue all around the lovely
    mushroom head. The slight saltiness of his skin, combined with a trace of
    sweetness from his pre-cum, filled me with carnal lust.

    "Iris," he moaned while

    brushing my hair back from my face. Grasping his erection, I planted kisses
    along the entire length of his rigid veiny shaft. I inhaled his scent, which
    only heightened my arousal. I was soaking wet between my thighs.

    Finally I wrapped my lips constricting

    tight around Sam's throbbing cock. The sound of his heavy breathing competed
    with the volume of the dramatic organ music from the television, and the
    flickering light from the horror movie screen, fell on my face as I did my best
    to pleasure him.

    I wasn't able to take much at first. As

    soon as his cock reached the back of my tongue, I had to suppress my gag
    reflex. He was careful not to thrust his hips, instead letting me set the pace.
    I recalled the technique of relaxing my throat and tongue. While saliva
    trickled from my mouth to coat his cock, I stroked him, then lowered my lips until
    I reached my hand.

    "Ah, fuck!" he cried.

    "Iris, that feels so good!"

    I'd never heard Sam use vulgar words

    before, and I took it as a compliment. He seemed lost to his lust, and to the
    feel of my licking and sucking and stroking. I tried again to take him deeper,
    exhaling as another inch of his cock disappeared between my lips.

    It was then that I felt Sam caress my

    back, his fingertips running along my spine. While I fondled his balls and used
    my tongue to give plenty of attention to the underside of his cock, he reached
    between my thighs.

    I moaned when he began rubbing me

    through my stretch lace panties. At first, his touch was a little too low, but
    I wasn't about to lift my head from his cock and give him directions. Then his
    fingers homed in on my clit, and I moaned even louder, letting him know he'd
    reached just the right spot.

    "I love how wet you are," he

    told me in a guttural voice. I was glad he found it exciting, because my body
    seemed intent on producing a copious amount of lubrication for my first time.

    As Sam continued massaging my clit, I

    shivered from the sheer pleasure of it, and I realized I wanted him to come in
    my mouth. I wanted to feel him orgasm while my lips were wrapped around his
    cock.

    "Iris, I'm close," he

    suddenly warned me. I heard his gasp when I continued sucking, hollowing my
    cheeks in the process. "Iris, oh God!"

    I moaned, letting him know I didn't

    want him to hold back. His balls constricted and his sack transformed into a
    tight rounded pouch at the base of his petrified shaft He let out a loud cry. I
    withdrew a bit and locked my lips firmly securely at the ridge of his crown's
    swollen ridge, as his whole body tensed, The first rope of semen landed on my
    tongue. Quickly I swallowed, tasting the hot saltiness of it, and my tongue
    caressing the underside frenulum of his glorious crown. More spunk quickly
    followed, and despite my best efforts, it was impossible for me to get it all
    down. Some escaped my lips, but I didn't raise my head until Sam was completely
    spent.

    Finally licked up the streams of cum

    which escaped and ran down his shaft. One last gentle suck of his crown and I
    sat up. Grinning, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He stared at me,
    seemingly transfixed. "Was that okay?" I asked.

    "That was fucking fantastic!"

    he panted, still catching his breath. "My God, if you're a virgin, how did
    you learn to do that?"

    "By reading how-to articles,

    YouTube instructional videos, and watching porn," I confessed with a grin.

    Sam laughed, then pulled me close so he

    could give me a gentle kiss. "Thank you for that," he whispered
    against my lips.

    "I enjoyed doing it," I

    whispered back. "It made me excited, knowing I was exciting you so
    much."

    His eyes were full of affection as he

    regarded me. "No pressure, but if you still want tonight to be our first
    time, it won't take me long to get hard again," he revealed.

    "Now that's good to know," I

    said, then tilted my head back while Sam's lips traveled over my neck.
    "What should we do in the meantime, Sam?"

    "I think we should see if I can

    make you come while my face is buried between your thighs," he replied,
    his breath warm against my skin.

    I released a whimper, unable to hide my

    eagerness as I nodded.

    Sam stood facing me, and began to

    undress. His cock was semi flaccid, but still rather full and dangled so
    deliciously for my entertainment. Sitting on the couch before him, I was far
    too impatient to go slow. Instead, I hurriedly reached behind me to unhook my
    underwire bra before tossing it toward his lovely cock. The cool air greeted my
    erect nipples, making them even harder, and Sam fixed his stare on my tits. I
    couldn't resist cupping them in my hands and pushing them together for his
    benefit.

    "Iris, you're killing me," he

    groaned. I watched as he pulled down his boxer briefs and stepped out of them.
    Now that he was completely nude, I allowed myself several long moments to take
    in the gorgeous sight. Like me, Sam would be considered average by many people,
    yet I found him so sexy, I'd already creamed my panties.

    That thought reminded me I still had on

    my wet underwear. Snapping out of my lust-filled daze, I turned sideways and
    laid my head on the sofa's armrest, then arched my ass up and yanked off my
    panties, then spread my legs wide.

    Sam wasn't joking when he told me it

    wouldn't take him long to get hard again. He was already semi-erect, and as I
    planted my feet on the cushion, keeping my knees bent, his gaze settled between
    my thighs.

    For a long moment, Sam studied me, as

    if he wanted to commit the sight of my naked body to memory. He took in my
    flowing hair and the costume jewelry earrings and choker, His eyes diverted to
    my ruby red lipstick, then my mascara eyelashes. He gazed a while on the
    natural recline of my C cup tits, and especially the dark stiff nipples now
    swollen like chapel spires from two hills. He licked his lips as he took in my
    dramatically narrowed waist and the ruby studded navel piercing. But when he
    moved to kneel on the other end of the sofa, he locked his gaze on the glossy
    wet lips of my cunt, and the bulging stiff reddened nub of my horny clit. The
    trimmed and manicured mound of my mons seemed to invite him to frolic in my
    newly-mowed lawn. Then he began stroking his cock, his chest rapidly rising and
    falling with each shallow breath.

    When Sam leaned over me, I thought he

    would ravish me right the, But he placed a stiff arm next to my head and
    reached up toward the table behind me, I thought he was reaching for the box of
    condoms, but he only turned on the lamp. I tried not to flinch in the sudden
    light, for it had been far easier to be uninhibited in the shadows.

    "I want to get a good look at

    you," he said in a husky voice, then he knelt back on his haunches, and
    leaned forward so he was at eye level with my most intimate place. I fought the
    bashful urge to close my legs and hide myself.

     

     

    "I can't wait to taste you,"

    Sam whispered, placing both hands inside each of my knees, then slowing sliding
    them up my inner thighs, til he stopped at my crotch. His thumbs then worked
    gently, probing my cunt lips. His index fingers ran through the pubes of my
    mound. Then he began drawing his fingertips between my wet, swollen inner
    folds. His mere touch brought a cry from my lips. He gently spread my cunt
    folds wide as he lowered his mouth to kiss my mons fur. Then he extended his
    tongue and licked my hood, I knew he was gathering traces of my juices on his
    tongue. His kisses were gentle while he traveled inward. By the time his mouth
    was just touching my clit, I was writhing on the couch, desperate for him.

    Sam's eyes turned up and met mine.

    "Let me know what feels good, and what you want me to keep doing," he
    murmured, and I readily nodded.

    I honestly wasn't sure what to expect.

    Of course I'd imagined how this would feel, but imagining was worlds apart from
    actually experiencing. I was convinced I'd enjoy it, yet I wondered if it would
    be all that much different from the sensation I derived from touching myself.

    But oh God! It was different! As Sam

    sucked at my smooth outer lips, drawing them into his mouth, I couldn't hold
    back my mewls of pleasure. He gently spread me open with his fingers, and I
    stared down at him, my eyes widening when his tongue slid from my entrance to
    my clit.

    "Yes!" I cried. My hips began

    their rhythmic rocking, as if I were already fucking. I heightened my bliss by
    fondling my nipples, rolling those peaks between my fingers.

    Sam gazed up at me, and the blatant

    lust in his eyes made a shudder course through my body. The sound and feel of
    his eager lapping at my folds, and the warmth of his mouth mingling with my
    heat, was almost enough to make me orgasm right then and there.

    But he was far from finished with me.

    His lips gently circled my clit, almost teasingly, before he began lashing the
    swollen nub of flesh with his tongue. My plaintive cries filled the room.
    "Sam, oh God, keep doing that, please!" I begged.

    He happily complied, working his tongue

    against my clit at a relentless pace. I buried my fingers in his hair,
    resisting the urge to press his mouth even harder against me. Yet he seemed to
    sense what I needed, for he grabbed my hips, holding me firmly to him.

    My face was hot, and my tits heaved as

    I breathed hard and fast. "I'm gonna come!" I wailed. "I'm so
    close!"

    Sam moaned at my words. He rose up and

    took my wrists away from my tits, placing them up over the armrest where my
    head was. He set his elbows beside my ribs and his fingers began pinching and
    rolling my rock-hard nipples. He body sank down on mine and his mouth landed
    directly on my engorged cunt. He resumed showing my clit no mercy. The
    stimulation was almost more than I could bear, but my thighs began shaking,
    signaling that my body was about to surrender to a powerful orgasm. My body was
    now fully surrendered to his delight. I gave myself to his will. I welcomed the
    lust which now consumed me.

    The first spasm caused me to arch my

    back and raise my hips. "Sam... oh, fuck!" I managed to shriek before
    falling silent and allowing the blissful contractions to seize me. I felt awash
    in ecstasy, never wanting it to end. My thighs tremored as if I was in a
    seizure.

    Then it suddenly became too much. Still

    shaking, I squirmed in Sam's grasp, drawing my thighs pressed together against
    his head. "I can't, oh! It's too sensitive!" I managed to moan.

    He withdrew his tormenting tongue and

    then lifted his head, smiling as he gazed at my swollen clit. His expression
    made it clear that he was quite pleased with my helpless state.

    When he crawled up to kiss me on the

    couch, I noticed he was fully erect once more. I was breathing hard, yet I
    readily accepted his kiss. "Do you want to wait a little while?" he
    asked, smoothing my hair back from my flushed face.

    I quickly shook my head. While my clit

    was temporarily overstimulated, the rest of my body was another matter. I now
    felt his hard cock bent down between my asscheeks. Deep in my core, I throbbed
    with the need to take Sam deep inside me.

    This time he did reach for the condoms.

    I watched eagerly as he took one from the box. I slid down away from my
    lust-filled body and knelt to adorn the orange Halloween-themed rubbers I
    bought at the costume shop.

    Though he was a virgin, he seemed to

    know how to put it on correctly, and he winked at me while rolling the condom
    down the length of his erection. I grinned, making no attempt to hide my
    excitement.

    When Sam was ready, He took my two

    hands and raised me to sitting. Then he started to lie back on the other
    armrest of the sofa, and I looked at him expectantly. "Why don't you
    straddle me?" he suggested. "Then you can control the pace while
    taking me inside. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."

    He was breathing faster, anticipation

    and lust clear on his face, yet he was putting my needs first.

    Stroking his lovely, lubed orange cock,

    I nodded before moving to plant a knee on either side of him. As I hovered
    above his cock, I took a deep, steadying breath. "I'm a little
    nervous," I revealed with a shy smile.

    "I understand," he said, his

    voice low and soothing. "Just take it slow, okay? No rush."

    "Okay." I placed my hands on

    the back of the armrest, on each side of his head, bracing myself while
    balancing on my knees. Sam sucked on my dangling left tit. Wigh his right hand
    he took hold of his sheathed cock. His left hand wrapped around my ass, and I
    waited for him to guide the tip directly to my opening so I could sink down
    upon it. Instead, he gently slid it between my inner lips, coating it with my
    juices. I was so wet, we didn't need lube. When Sam's cock grazed my clit, I
    released a needy whimper and knew no amount of discomfort would stop me from
    taking every inch of him inside.

    When he positioned his cock right at my

    entrance, I knew it was my turn to descend. I began lowering my body.
    "Ooh!" I released a soft cry as the head stretched me. Then, trying
    to hide my wince, I swallowed hard, then took another deep breath and kept
    going. My body was ready, more than ready, but I still had to move slowly.

    Sam gazed up at me, his expression rapt.

    I heard his groan of pleasure when I managed to accept the tip of his cock.
    There was a little pain, yes; but more of a sensation of pressure, of
    tremendous stretching. I knew Sam's cock was beautifully, perfectly average,
    but at that moment, it felt massive as it penetrated me. Nothing bigger, or
    thicker, would have any more satisfying than my lovely Sam's turgid phallus.

    Then Sam was all the way inside, and I

    couldn't hold back a relieved smile while I settled down upon him. My clit now
    pleasured by his furry mound. I Gently shifted back and forth while fully
    penetrated by the joyful orange-coated latex, "Ribbed for my
    pleasure."

    He smiled, too, then pulled me in, to

    kiss me. I moaned into his mouth; I wondered if he could feel me trembling.

     

     

    At first I was afraid to move, afraid

    it would hurt. Sam appeared to read my mind, for he repeated, "No
    rush." Then he reached both hands to cup my ass, and gently rubbed my
    sphincter. By that point, it wasn't as tender, and I took pleasure in the stimulation.

    "Oh, that feels so good," I

    groaned. "You feel so good."

    And he did. Though I hadn't yet begun

    to pump, I derived a deep satisfaction from being so completely filled; my clit
    so tantalizingly tickled.

    Sam's breath came faster, and his mouth

    found mine once more, I realized he was shaking, too. Was it hard for him to
    remain still while he patiently waited for me to get used to his cock inside
    me?

    Finally I worked up the nerve to begin

    rising, my hips twerking in a slow, rhythmic pace. I kept him almost all the
    way inside, not brave enough to try sliding all the way up and down his length,
    but as Sam's features contorted with ecstasy, I knew he loved the way I gently
    rode him.

    With his finger massaging my rosebud,

    he lowered his mouth to my left tit and took my nipple between his lips.
    "Oh God, yes!" I cried. It was as if my body had become a singular
    pulsing current of bliss, and my hips began moving faster.

    Sam let out a loud groan, which was muffled

    by my tit. A thin layer of sweat covered my skin, and I grew even more excited
    by the feel of his mouth sucking my nipple. His right hand came up and pinched
    my other nipple.

    When Sam withdrew his head, he gave me

    a pleading stare. "Iris, oh! Oh fuck! I'm not going to last!" His
    words were edged with something like panic.

    Seeing as how it was his first fuck,

    too; I certainly didn't expect him to hold out long. "That's okay," I
    assured him with an affectionate smile. "Don't hold back, Sam."

    While rolling my hips, I basked in the

    raw pleasure of the act. I could feel my own orgasm building, and soon Sam and
    I were both quaking, on the verge of release. His groans and my cries were loud
    enough to make me glad my roommate Nora, was out for the evening.

    I felt Sam tense, just before he came.

    His eyes locked with mine, and I gasped when he bucked his hips, His hands now
    firmly gripping my hips while driving his cock deeper inside me. He gave a
    helpless shout as he climaxed; his jaw slackening. Yet even in the grip of his
    orgasm, he continued pressing me tight so my clit kept rubbing his pubes,
    determined to make me come.

    "Yes!" I wailed, surrendering

    to him then: to his fingers, his cock, and his stare full of bliss. A low
    scream escaped my lips as I reached my orgasm, my body wracked by delicious
    spasms. My muscles clenched around Sam's cock again and again, and he released
    a low groan. His breaths were shallow, and his face was flushed.

    Finally my contractions subsided, and

    as much as I wanted to nestle up against Sam and bask in our post-orgasmic
    satisfaction, I knew I couldn't. After giving him a quick kiss, I sat up, and
    he held the condom in place so it wouldn't slip while I eased myself off of
    him.

    Sam looked down at his slowly softening

    orange-hooded cock. It was coated in my juices. He let out a proud
    "Ah!", and then he looked at me and grinned. "My God, that was
    incredible!" he said.

    "It sure was," I replied, my

    grin mirroring his. Then I wondered if I was bleeding; I was only a little sore
    after our first time, but I figured I'd better check just in case.

    "Be right back," I told him,

    then hurried to the bathroom to relieve myself. Wiping between my thighs, I
    discovered I hadn't bled at all.

    Next, it was Sam's turn to clean up,

    and while he was in the bathroom, I put on my matching lacey bra and panties.
    Grabbing a folded blanket from under the lamp table, I sat down and wrapped it
    around me, and I realized I couldn't stop smiling. Whatever the future might
    hold for me and Sam, I knew I would never regret him being my first.

    He returned still naked, to the living

    room, giving me a sweet grin. I watched as he pulled on his underwear over his
    depleted lovely cock. Then he slipped on his pants, but didn't bother with his
    shirt. I stood and opened the blanket, revealing my bra and panty ensemble, as
    I embraced him with an open mouth kiss. Then he settled in, lying on the couch
    behind me; Snuggling, spooning me, and I situated the blanket over us.

    Sam wove his fingers through my hair,

    giving me kisses on my erogenous neck. Though I'd just come twice, my body
    immediately responded to him. He held me close, a

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