The Reunion

The view was enthralling. From the pitch-black surroundings of the lavish
penthouse apartment I stared through diverse rivers of rain cascading down
the glass windows thirty stories above the huge waves crashing on the beach
below. I raised my eyes up and into the force of the most violent
thunderstorm I’d ever seen and marveled at the glory of Mother Nature. Only
intermittent lightning bolts slashing through the night’s darkness merely
to cauterize their energy by knifing into the sea’s white caps in the
surging surf.

Inside however, rivulets of perspiration coursed down my neck and shoulders
as I continued the methodical fucking of my beloved Julie.

Julie the light of my life since freshman year at Columbia is now moaning
continuously. Once again on the threshold of climax, her legs wrapped
firmly around my waist as I thrust in and out of her cunt. My back is on
fire after being raked by her razor-sharp nails; and I know from experience
that the pain will linger long after we’re finished fucking. But, I am
soaring with the knowledge that I’ve finally wrested control away from her.
Filled with a gloating sensation I’ve never experienced before I recall
Julie telling me years ago, "I only mark the one’s that make me cum," and
grimace as her nails renew their attack and dig deeper and the pain reaches
a higher threshold. Silently, I accept it as if she were bestowing a badge
of honor upon me she’s relinquished control.

Shaking my head from side-to-side, I increase the tempo of my thrusting.
For a moment, it’s so quiet I imagine I can actually hear pellets of my
sweat landing on the sheets with light thuds. A terrifying clap of thunder
shakes the building, bringing me back to the moment. I cease thrusting and
ease my slippery prick out of her sopping center and roll her over telling
her to get her ass up in the air.

Julie hesitates and I smack her ass hard to make my point. This prompts her
to comply with alacrity, and she bends forward to a point from which she
can clasp the brass bars of the headboard.

"Ya gonna fuck me up the ass?" she croaks hoarsely. To me this represents a
new, different side of Julie even though there is no discernable anxiety in
her voice.

"I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I wanna do to you, bitch!" I growl in
reply.

This is not my usual demeanor and I know I’ve shocked Julie with this
attitude adjustment. Good! That’s what I intended to do.

Julie’s buttocks rise even higher in anticipation as I close in on her. Now
I’m on my knees, cupping her marvelous tits from behind and mashing them
together before releasing them. Julie sighs contentedly. My fingers grope
around to her greasy genitals and gather enough juice to make anal entry
relatively easy—but not for her.

I really don’t care if I rip her apart right now. (Well, I know I won’t.
We’ve done this bit before.) I laugh aloud when I discover Julie’s fingers
already busy anointing her asshole with juices too, only Julie’s got her
finger inside her ass, preparing the way for me.

[I should take a moment and share some information with those of you who
are not familiar with ass fucking. The pleasure a woman feels during sex
when their partner pays some loving attention to that puckered little
orifice two inches below their pussy is surprisingly good.

Women in general have a tendency to equate this with pain rather than
pleasure. I’m sorry, nothing could be further from the truth. Well, yes,
there is pain, just as there is pain when the hymen is broken. That "pain"
doesn’t stop a woman from having sex again does it? No, they put it behind
them, no pun intended. It might surprise you to learn that a woman’s
asshole contains a vast repository of sensory nerves and the right kind of
penetration and stimulation can produce powerful climaxes. Of course, anal
entry must be accomplished in proper fashion, i.e., lots of lubrication and
slowly, very slowly.]

Gripping Julie about the waist, I mount her doggy style

She twists around, looks at me, closes her eyes, and moans, "Do it! Do it!"

It I do.

Spreading her knees apart, I flex my buttocks and slide my hips forward,
placing my prick at her puckered entrance and push. The initial resistance
gradually yields and the head of my prick eases about two inches into her
ass. This coaxed a groan from her. She gasped loudly, and her head snapped
back. My prick slipped out and I paused to pant, slowly regaining my breath
before reinserting it again, this time establishing a solid beachhead.
Ready to attack again, I gripped her lean hips tightly.

"C'mon," she gasped, "Bring it on!"

With that, Julie lets go of the headboard, hunches over to all fours, and
buries her face in a pillow, crying out, "Yes! That’s it! Get it in there.
Get it all in there," humping her ass back at me to counter each thrust of
mine in her eagerness to achieve rear-end rapture.

[Gotta provide ya with some more data about this. How else can I convince
you to try it?]

Apparently, as the prick rides in and out it creates sensations through the
very thin membrane in the anal passage serving as a partition to the clit
on the other side. So the final climax is actually caused by a similar
stimulation to the clit that causes them to come during a good
old-fashioned fuck or suck. The thing is, it takes LONGER for the woman to
cum during a butt-fuck. But, when they do get off, the pleasure is so
excruciatingly powerful that it feels as if their entire rear end has been
reamed-out with rapture. That might explain why Julie is so hot to get it
on. Of course, I’ve already spent over an hour in teasing her, fucking her
and eating her out.]

Julie groaned again as I moved deeper within her anal channel. Reaching a
hand between her legs, she roughly masturbated her clit until a relief of
sorts swept over her. It wasn’t long before my ivory hard prick vanished
into her hole and I felt the bristles of her pubic hair roiling against my
lower stomach.

The huge glass windows, which normally afforded a magnificent view of the
ocean, now served as a full-length mirror and I was absorbed with our
gyrating reflections every time the lightning crackled.

I watched as Julie raised her head to join me in looking into the
reflections. It was face suffused with lust and she caught me watching her,
gasped deliriously and loosened a torrent of foul language at me.

"Oh, you motherfuckin’ cocksuckin’, no good ass fucking, bastard, bitch,
shit eating son of a bitch. You cunt lapping shriveled prick. Ohhh
yessssss! You cocksucker."

She continued to rant, outdoing anything I’d seen her do before. She was
getting me terribly excited with her vile, verbal barrage.

"Oh you bung-hole lickin’ whore!"

"Oh, yesss!"

"There! Yes right there!"

"Oh fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy!"

"Ahhhh, lick my cunt!"

"Get nasty you bitch!"

"I’m cumming! I’m cumming!" she shrieked, obviously reaching a climax.

She screamed again, this time grabbing my hair and yanking on it. I cried
out in pain and retaliated by slapping her ass until she released her grip.

Suddenly, Julie began to spasm like only she can as a great orgasm
overcomes her. A short sequence of lightning provided me with a close
perspective of this undeniably erotic view.

Julie’s heavy breasts bounced and jiggled. Her head rolled from side to
side. I thought of her then as a sleek vision of passion. Her hands worked
frenetically between her legs. And between our bodies, the long dildo I
wore strapped around my waist glistened as it continued to slide in and out
of her ass.

A brutal gust of wind forced the French doors to the balcony open, and a
deluge of ponderous raindrops immediately turned an area of the white
carpet gray. My attention returned to watching Julie’s creamy,
sweat-flecked body writhing and jerking back and forth in time to my
strokes. I caught a glimpse of Julie chewing her lower lip to ameliorate
the tension as another orgasm wafted in on her. I wasn’t sure if I caused
this one or if she’d brought herself off masturbating. I was finished with
her for the moment. I reached behind me and unfastened the strap holding
the dildo in place. Then I rose, picked a lush pear from the fruit bowl
next to the bed, took a bite and left the room. I had to pee.

Moments later, Julie followed with a lighted a candle and watched me as I
squatted on the toilet. She knelt at my feet as I finished. Hastily she
clutched a bunch of toilet tissue and dabbed my pussy dry. Then she leaned
forward, kissed it and stood up. I kissed her mouth in return and our
tongues reacquainted themselves.

Julie broke away from me and paid homage to my sexual artistry in her
typical foul-mouthed fashion, groaning, "Oh, shit Rach, that was sooo good!
I never expected you to be that way. Never."

Squeezing me tighter, she pursed her lips close to my face and whimpered as
a young child might.

"Tongue. Wet tongue. Give to me. Please, please. Tongue."

Baby talk? Was she regressing, or merely opening up a new side of her
personality to me? No matter, I could reflect on this later. For the
moment, I complied with her request.

We fused our mouths. This time I ended it and slid down to the carpeted
floor, where on my knees with my hands on Julie’s ass, I tugged her pussy
closer to my eager mouth and hungry tongue. She’d succeeded in turning me
on once again, and I was responding to her call.

"Yes!" she sobbed, "lick it!"

"Ahhhhhh! Deeper!

Oh, God yes, more deep!" she croaked as she began to lose control.

"Deeper, damn you! Ohh, lick it Rach! Lick it!"

Her pussy had opened like a flower for me, and my tongue darted hither and
yon gathering up her nectar. She cupped her breasts and kneaded her hard
pebbled nipples.

"Ummm, please," she whined, "make me cum. I need to cum again."

My thumb casually circled her clit, flicking it at the end of each circuit.

"Please lick me, oh please . . ." I heard her cry.

Looking up I saw the tears of rapture coursing down her face.

"Yes! Yes!" she hissed, "Oh lick it! Ohhhh suck it!"

Then she was yelling, "Yesssssss!"

"Ohhhh yessssss!"

"I’m there!"

"Oh Christ almighty! I’m cummmming!"

My pursed lips closed over her swollen clit, and carefully sucked on it.
Julie’s hips jerked and thrust forward at my face knocking my lips from
their purchase around her bud. Startled, I glanced up and watched as her
long nails raked the sides of her breasts causing tiny driblets of blood to
trickle down her torso.

"Don’t stop. Please Rach, don’t stop."

I continued licking and sucking.

"Oh God, that's so nice."

"Please, please. Thank you. Ohhh God, thank you."

My hand wandered down onto her mound. My finger pressed and pushed between
the tender, puffed up flesh and meandered inside up to the last knuckle.
Julie’s legs betrayed her and she sank to the carpeted floor.

Carefully turning Julie onto her back, I separated her legs, and with my
hands on her upper thighs, pushed them into the air. A momentary view of my
finger revealed it to be wet and slick from her copious flow. I tried
inserting four fingers this time and was, unsurprisedly successful. I
launched a steady rhythm of pushing my fingers in and out, producing a
"squish-squish" sound.

Eventually I thought to search for her G-spot and located it easily enough.
Julie groaned, her hips writhing in time with my fingers inward movements.

"Oh, yes. Fuck my box."

"Eat me, eat me, ohhh eat me you slutty bitch!" Julie moaned.

I don’t know if it was to satisfy her demand or my own driving hungers for
her cunt, but I slammed my face into her cunt and licked and sucked as hard
as I could. I sensed her orgasm arrive and kept going long after her final
shudder. As I withdrew I realized Julie had passed out.

The power had been restored during this sexual activity. I kissed Julie’s
lower lips one last time. When she didn’t stir, I left her there lying on
the bathroom floor, shut the lights off and made myself a drink. I carried
the drink across the room and sat down in a chair near the bedroom window
and stared into the stormy night as memories of our past flashed across my
mind.

I don’t remember falling asleep.



Chapter Two


Catching Up



I woke up early the next morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

Throwing on a robe, I wandered into the breakfast area and found Julie
pouring orange juice and coffee for the two of us.

"Good morning," she said.

"I hope you slept well. I know I did." Julie giggled.

She waved her free hand, "I must have slept half the night on the bathroom
floor."

"Oh . . ." I replied. "I’m so sorry. I would have wakened you, but you
looked so comfortable there I . . . I didn’t have the heart too."

"No problem," she smiled, showing off a brilliant set of teeth.

"I haven’t slept that well in ages. Last night was . . . wonderful. Can you
imagine? We went at it right through the worst storm in 30 years."

Too amplify her point she handed me the morning paper, whose headline
echoed her statement.

I sat down beside Julie and gazed out the window at an ocean the color of
lead and a sky the color of smoke. Reaching for my cup, I gingerly took a
first sip of my coffee. It tasted great.

A television announcer wearing a ridiculous plaid jacket blared that
another storm might be closing in on us. I tuned him out and turned my
attention back to Julie, sighing inwardly as I recalled the pyrotechnic
lovemaking of the previous night.

Julie’s robe unfolded as she leaned over to pour herself a second cup of
coffee and revealed a half-exposed breast to me. I yearned to suckle it. It
had been a long time since we’d been together. Julie seemed to sense my
desire and closed the robe, knowing we had other things to catch up on. I
smiled to myself. We were both practical women.

Over bacon and eggs, I inquired into how Julie’s law career was moving
along.

"Ah, right," she said. "We didn’t chat very much last night did we?"

"Unfortunately no. But, then again, the weather delayed my arrival . . .
huh I nearly canceled out. Or to put it in the proper perspective, I almost
cancelled out. The rain, or should I say flooding, damn near swept me off
the road more than once."

"Yeah, I thought you were a little more enthusiastic when you arrived than
you usually are."

"Bite me," I said smiling as I reverted to a favorite slang expression of
our younger days.

"Listen Julie, have you got something for this?" and I revealed my back to
her.

"My God! Did I do that?"

I nodded.

She rose and went to a cabinet in the kitchen.

"Let’s try this ointment, it’s pretty good."

I examined the label and nodded my approval again. Then I relinquished the
tube back to her.

As Julie applied it to my back I began to inquire about her career.

"So tell me Julie," I said for openers, "what kind of cases have you been
handling lately?"

I wanted to get her career out of the way quickly in order to wow her with
my recent accomplishment. I loved her dearly, but still, I wanted to blow
her away.

"Yes, well," she frowned and rubbed her hands on a kitchen towel before
continuing. "Sidney’s been referring certain types of criminal law cases to
me that his firm, err . . . doesn’t want to be associated with."

"How so?" I asked.

"At the moment I’m defending a man charged with being a pederast."

"Ooooh!" I exclaimed. "Now that’s fascinating."

"Ouch!" I thought, that’s not very diplomatic. "Get with it girl," I chided
myself. Quickly moving to correct any mistake in my meaning, I continued,
"Sorry, I mean challenging. That’s a far better choice of words."

"Oh I know what you mean alright." Julie said, clearly wrapped up in
presenting the facts to me as dramatically as possible.

"I wouldn’t have taken the case except for the money. The guy’s loaded. I
received a $200,000 retainer up front." Julie began to drum her fingers
nervously on the table. Apparently she was wondering how much I should be
told.

"He’s a fastidious person on the surface, but I get the creeps just being
in the same room with him. I mean, this guy’s been preying on kids for
years. He knows he’s going away," she caught herself and stopped the
drumming.

I interrupted Julie to say, "How can you be so sure? I mean, didn’t Michael
Jackson get away with something like that a few years back?"

"Yes he did, or so it seemed. He bought his way out of trouble. The kid’s
parents took the money and ran. Jackson sequestered himself from the
public. Although, and this is a real shame, he’s been known to have a kid
as his ‘guest’ once in a while."

Julie stood up and began pacing about ten feet away from me. She donned her
court room demeanor, and continued.

"The preponderance of evidence is overwhelming, against him. That’s a
given. It can’t be avoided. It can’t be diminished in any way. So my real
job here is to minimize the length of time he spends in the penitentiary.
Perhaps negotiate a kinder, gentler site in which he’ll while away his
sentence."

She sighed and smiled, "All in all I should walk away with about $300,000
for two months work."

"Big bucks," I conceded, "but what about your reputation?"

Crossing my legs, I asked, "And how many cases like this do you handle a
year?"

"If I’m lucky, three. But then, there are others that fit in along the way.
You know $5,000 here, $8,000 there. Ahh, what the hell, last year I grossed
$725,000."

I beamed my best smile at her.

"As to my reputation," she said resuming the drumming of her fingers on the
table, "well, the public have a history of short memories. Anyway someone’s
got to provide a defense for these creeps."

"You’re right," I offered.

"Not bad for a cute blonde from Madison, New Jersey," I added laughing.

"While we’re at it, what did Sidney pull in?"

"My, aren’t we being nosey today," Julie smiled.

"Well since I’m going to turn your brain inside out in a minute, I’ll tell
you. Sidney grossed $3,200,000 last year. It was a typical year for him."

"Wow!" I was truly surprised. I knew there was a money-tree growing here,
but hadn’t thought of it in that size.

"Julie, I have to hand it to you. You’ve made the big time."

"Thank you. I recall how competitive we were back at Columbia. We were both
going to be zillionaires, remember?"

Julie crossed her legs, then uncrossed them before rising and going over to
the refrigerator.

"Want some OJ?"

"Yes please, that would be nice," and I accepted the half filled glass and
sipped from it before I started bringing her up to date on my personal
history.

My moment of moments was at hand.

"Okay, okay, Rach. Now it’s your turn. It’s been six years since we’ve
really touched base."

I smiled broadly and said, " We touched more than a few bases last night my
love."

"Come on, I’m an attorney, I recognize a diversionary tactic when I see
one."

"Okay, but remember you asked for it. This might take a while."

"Hey, we’ve got hours. Get it on girl," she said, casually brushing a hand
through her blonde locks.

"Right. So where do I begin? I’ve been a very busy girl these last few
years. Let’s see you know I finished my internship after transferring from
Columbia to Johns Hopkins University Medical School in Baltimore."

"Oh yes," she nodded affirmatively and leaned closer.

Well, I put in another year there at the Department of Pharmacology, then I
interned in Medicine, at Mt. Zion Hospital and Medical Center in San
Francisco, for two years. Julie’s face reflected puzzlement, so I tried to
explain, "Somehow, I don’t know why exactly, I decided to switch coasts.
Anyway, next I completed my residency at the Department of Neurology,
University of California." I paused and took a long drink of my juice.
"That swallowed up another two years." Julie was hanging on my every word,
I moved in for the kill. "At this point I had quite a few offers, some very
interesting offers lay there on the table, but one of them appealed to me
far more than the rest." Julie was on the edge of her seat by now. Her head
bobbed up and down as though asking, "Yes? Yes? Yes?" I surged on with my
tale. "I accepted the offer from the Mayo Clinic because it would not only
permit me to serve under one of the foremost neurosurgeons in the world,
but would also permit me to continue my medical education. My primary
specialty was to be in movement disorders, but ranked closely behind that
were other specialties in: Huntington's Disease, Parkinson's Disease,
Tourette's Syndrome, tremor, and dystonia." I took a deep breath and
continued. "It took an enormous effort, but now I’m also a certified
Psychologist." Julie’s hands were over her eyes, as if to say, "I don’t
believe this." "I’ve become deeply involved in several areas of research.
Specifically, Tourette's Syndrome, Aging, and Alzheimer's Disease."
"Jesus!" Julie spat out. "You’re a veritable tour de force! How in the hell
did you manage all that? Each field would appear to be carnivorous eating
up your time."

"They are and do. That’s why you haven’t heard or seen much of me all this
time. But, and this is important . . . Here’s why I believe it’s all worth
while. There are maybe six people in the world with my credentials."

"Now, I’m only making maybe $120,000 or so at the moment. And I’m still
paying my educational bills. I’ll be doing that for several more years, but
. . ." I shifted in my chair and changed direction, "Hell, I never go
anywhere or do anything. I really don’t have a life outside the medical
field. But, thanks to Dr. Ergstrom at the Mayo, I’m the lead med-person
searching for the gene responsible for Tourette's Syndrome."

Are you familiar with it?" I asked.

"To some extent I am," she replied. "It’s a neurological disorder
characterized by tics -- involuntary, tics and sudden vocalizations."

Very good." I said, somewhat taken aback at Julie’s knowledge of this
rather obscure disease.

Gulping a breath, I continued. "So we’ve got a diagnostic criteria which
include both multiple motor and one or more vocal tics present at some
time, although not necessarily simultaneously. Symptoms for TS are
sporadic, sometimes disappearing for weeks or months at a time.

Realizing Julie’s full attention was focused on me I roared ahead.

"It hits most people before they reach 18. Although the word "involuntary"
is used to describe the nature of the tics, it’s not entirely accurate. It
wouldn’t be true to say that people with TS have absolutely no control over
their tics, as though it’s some type of spasm; it’s more compelling in
nature. People with TS feel an irresistible urge to perform their tics much
like you need to scratch a mosquito bite. Some people are able to hold back
their tics for hours at a time, but this only leads to a stronger outburst
once they finally let go."

"Coprolalia, the cursing, or racial epithets associated with TS are not, or
do not have to be exclusively swear words. Many times coprolalia manifests
itself as an overwhelming urge to use a racial epithet, even though that’s
the last thing the patient wants to do. Something about the
"forbiddingness" of it impels a person with coprolalia to say it, seemingly
against their will."

I paused, then continued. "Now I’m to my neck in research, hoping to find a
solution to TS."

I looked at Julie, scratched my head and said, "We know it’s genetically
transmitted. Parents have a 50% chance of passing the gene on to their
children. Girls with the gene have a 70% chance of displaying symptoms.
Boys with the gene have a 99% chance of displaying symptoms."

"Unfortunately these studies have taken a great deal of time in the past. I
. . . we, closely examined previous research. Nothing appeared to have
worked as effectively as flaxseed oil. Keep in mind, though, that
Tourette’s Syndrome is a symptom with many causes. What works for one child
may not work for another. The reason flaxseed works is probably because it
increases a substance called EPA which increases the good kind of
prostaglandin. The prostaglandin definitely decreases the body's
inflammatory reaction. You can only imagine what kind of havoc inflammation
plays in the brain."

I sensed I might be losing Julie here and paused. She surprised me by
gesturing for me to continue.

"Well, there is also a bad kind of prostaglandin, I call it bad for
practical purposes, it serves a useful purpose by increasing the blood's
clotting ability. Anyway, there appear to be a greater number of people
responding to this treatment who associate worsening symptoms with virus
and other infections like strep, allergy, and hormonal changes. I asked
myself what connection might all of these have with bad prostaglandin?

"My guess was that the body increases the bad kind of prostaglandin when
threatened with any kind of immune insult. Anyway, we’re on the threshold
of a major breakthrough. Merck, you know Merck?"

Julie tossed her blonde mane back over her shoulder and gave an affirmative
shake of the head.

"Merck is cutting me in on one third of the profit for developing a
successful medication. No. I’ve phrased that poorly. They’ve picked up
extensive research costs. I’ve provided the brainpower. I have agreed to
provide them with an exclusive use of the final product."

"As you’re so fond of saying, the bottom line for me with respect to a
viable solution to TS will be in the area of $3 Million. Oh yeah, when this
research is completed I’ll sign on with Merck and tour the world treating
Tourette's Syndrome patients both mentally and physically wherever I find
them."

"Now in between, I operate on a minimum of four patients a week, just to
keep up with the latest in neurosurgery techniques."

"My God," Julie said, "you’re unbelievable."

"Well Julie, remember we wanted to be the best in our fields as kids."

"Yeah, but that was mostly wishful thinking. Jeez, Rach, you’ve
overachieved."

I decided to ignore that last comment and continued my story.

"Well, needless to say, I need this break desperately."

"Shit, Julie, I nearly forgot, my husband this is my second husband
Arthur’s his name. I believe you and Sidney met Brad. What a wuss he turned
out to be. Well, that’s not exactly true. He was all right; it was just
that he couldn’t keep up with me. Naw, I’m not being fair again. I had to
let him go, my schedule made marriage to him an impossibility."

I let go with a deep sigh. "He had an eight inch dick on him. Thick too. He
was my personal dildo for a year."

Julie laughed and scratched her leg.

"So, she said, "Tell me about Arthur."

"Arthur and I got married last year. He’s in banking in Minneapolis. Does
alright I suppose. I don’t pry into his business and he has little or no
idea what I’m up to. We schedule our sexual activities every Sunday night
based upon our upcoming schedules." I sighed, "He’s not that demanding."

"Oh, poor baby," Julie cooed.

I got up and walked to the window and took in the panoramic view. There
wasn’t any. It was still a virtual wall of grayness outside, but looking
out I was able to watch as a flock of pelicans glided past, forty or fifty
feet below me. I continued to watch, enthralled as they wove their way
until they were absorbed in the grayness.

"To quench my sexual appetite, I pick on the occasional intern. They’re
usually horny, and almost as pressed for time as I am."

"Now I’m getting horny," Julie volunteered. "What about you Hon? Or would
you prefer to go shopping?"

"Shopping sounds good to me. I’ll let you buy me something gaudy with all
that money you’re making from dirty old men."

"You’re on." She laughed and stood up.

"I know a great place to have lunch. The staff is male. And with this rain
. . . well, they meet you with an umbrella . . . Did I tell you they’re all
bodybuilders and they wear tight, tight clothes. If you tip them well,
they’ll let you cop a feel . . . it’s positively perverse."

I laughed and asked her who’ll defend her in court when she’s up for
fondling a minor.

Julie smirked, and the expression died upon her face as she exclaimed, "My
God! I almost forgot the damn thing again . . . I promised myself not to do
it again. Just a minute Rach, I’ll be right back."

Julie hopped out of the room as she tried to fully insert her foot in one
of her mules. A minute later she returned carrying a large box with the
brand name ‘Tide’ on the two sides that I could see. Julie dropped the box
at my feet.

"Do you remember this box?"

"I don’t think so," I replied.

"Well, I’ve lugged this damn box around for twelve years. It’s been through
five moves. Last year I finally peeked inside and discovered it’s your
stuff. I knew it as soon as I . . . wait a sec . . ." Bending over she
reached inside the box and came up smiling lewdly as she produced a Barbi
doll.

"Jesus!" I said, jerking forward to obtain a closer look.

"Is that . . .?"

"Yes, Rach," she shrieked and jumped up and down. "It’s your ‘Special
Barbi’ hey, it was even my special Barbi on occasion."



Chapter Three


Malibu Barbie & The Diary




I don't know what to say about Barbie . . . Malibu Barbie, to be precise. I
hadn’t seen her in all those years. Memories rushed in that I’d pushed back
into the recesses of my mind. Time was, I’d use it as my primo dildo. Not
the head, mind you, my hole isn’t that big! The feet, always feet first.
Yes, both of them. Once started, I’d poke my fingers inside me and move the
legs from side to side. I realized I’d absentmindedly spread my legs apart
and discovered I was cupping my mons.

Julie had her hand over her mouth, silently laughing at me. I actually felt
myself blush. Holding the doll out to Julie, I recalled the incredible
feelings it produced. Like a twin cockhead, used with terrific aim. It was
my personal, unconventional, masturbation toy. And suddenly I recalled
Julie and I using it on each other. Oh, yeah, Malibu Barbie was convenient
in more than one way. We weren’t very neat in those days, and on occasion
my parents would drop in unexpectedly, Barbi was so much easier to explain
than having a dildo or vibrator lying around the apartment. My parents
never figured out why I wouldn’t grow up and give up my doll collection. I
found myself smiling at the memory and then for no discernable reason both
of us burst into a giggling fit, just like teenagers.

It felt good.

Julie sat down next to me and hugged her knees to her chest as we slowly
regained our composure.

"That’s the only thing I’ve taken out. Once I established you owned the
contents I left it alone, just waiting for the right moment to return it to
you. Please, go on keep going. Let’s see what else is in there. I’m anxious
to see, damn it," she said feigning a morose expression, "I have nothing
left of my own from those days."

Like a kid on Christmas morning, I poked around inside the box and removed
several items that had little or no memories adhered to them.

Then I grasped the book.

"It’s my diary!"

"Damn," Julie exclaimed. "I didn’t know you kept a diary. Does it . . .?"

"Oh, yeah. There’s some hot stuff in here, but . . ."

"Come on, let’s have a little sample."

"No Julie, it’s my diary. It’s sacred."

"Bullshit, Rach, a lot of time’s gone by. Your Statute of Limitations has
run out."

"Get real girl. For God’s sake, you’re an attorney. Cut the crapola will
ya?"

Inexplicably, I found my grammar returning to that of my collegiate level.
Julie’s too, for that matter.

"Come on, Rachel. Please. Pretty please."

"Alright, just a small sample. Then we go out, okay?"

"Yes, sure. Pick a sexy part, Okay?"

"Let’s just see. I’m not promising anything. For all I know it may be
squeaky, pristine clean."

"Riiight! Just for fun, start at the beginning. Go ahead. Oh, wait, want
another cup of coffee?"

"Yeah, sure," I said turning to the first entry.

She was back in a flash and I was already deeply absorbed in the opening
page.

"Here. Your coffee."

"Oh, thanks," I said, and absentmindedly reached for the cup. Luckily I
grasped it firmly, took a sip and started to read aloud.


Last night I came out of the shower as I have a thousand times before. I
stopped before the mirror and gazed at my nude body. This wasn’t unusual,
but the way I was looking at my reflection was. For some reason, I took a
critical look at myself.

Eighteen, really, really, long black hair. I noted (for the first time?) my
eyes were somewhat almond shaped, and hazel in color. I stood five-foot
eight inches barefoot and weighed exactly one hundred ten pounds. I cupped
my breasts in my hands, hmmmm, they didn’t exactly overflow them. My
nipples began to stiffen. Watching them rise I thought, "Still, 33C ain’t
all that bad."

My hands drifted to my waist and I watched coyly as my lips formed the
words "twenty-three inches."

Inexplicably, as if they had a mind all of their own, my hands traced over
my hips. I smiled into the mirror and whispered, "thirty-three once again."

I tossed my head and watched as my hair flew in a long arc through the air
and whipped around my shoulder covering one breast. I turned to the side
and checked out my profile. Speaking aloud I said confidently. "Not bad, in
the vital statistic department. Not bad at all."

Facing away from the mirror I bent over and examined my ass in the mirror.
One pimple stared back. After dabbing it with alcohol, I gave my cheek a
nice gentle pat, and softly said, "I know you’ve turned a few heads this
week."

My pubic hair had grown sufficiently so that it formed a neat triangle, and
I hadn’t had to trim it to get it that way. I wondered if the other girls
had checked me out in the shower at the gym. Now why would I wonder about
that?



 

"Well, that’s interesting, but not insightful, Rach," Julie stated matter
of factly. "You’ve managed to preserve those measurements pretty well if I
may say so."

I thanked her and closed the diary.

In a panic-stricken voice Julie pleaded, "Hey, no fair!" She placed her
hand on mine. "Please read on. Just a little more, please?"

"Alright," I said placating her. "By the way, I think you’re better looking
now then you were at Columbia. How is that possible?

Julie stretched like a cat. Very feline I noted.

"I work hard at keeping my shape Rach. Very hard. Now let’s get back to the
diary."

I really wanted to read more myself, in private,but there was no way I
could manage that without Julie being present at least for the next few
days.

Turning a few pages I settled on one and resumed reading.


If I’m gonna keep a diary maybe I should put in a few details that happened
to me before. This way I can have an accurate documentation later on. For
example, I started my sexuality at 16, the end of my junior year in high
school . . . I raised the activity level a lot more in senior year. I did
it because I wanted to, not because my ‘peers’ were doing it." Mostly
handjobs, although there were a couple blowjobs during my senior year. I
liked the pleasure it gave the guys, and I enjoyed knowing that I was the
one delivering ‘that look’ on the guy's face. I was in control. That seemed
to be important to me. I mean, I’m not a control freak shit, I’m not even
sure what that expression means, but every few dates I would stonewall the
guy, sending him home with what they called ‘blue balls’."

I always put up a bitchy tough front, so I made sure that I got the rep of
being cold. No one thought about calling me a slut. When I did something
for the guy, it was because I needed it. I guess I raped them, "Ha, Ha, Ha,
although they weren't exactly complaining.


***

Met my roommate this morning. Her name is Julie and she’s awesome! I can’t
believe how lucky I am. She’s drop dead gorgeous and super intelligent!

She’s gonna take pre-law! Hot damn! I wanted a serious student to bunk
with. This is better than expected. And the guys will positively drool over
her! I’m sure I’d be happy with her rejects. Ahhh, the stud looking rejects
that is. Whew! I can’t believe my luck.


***

Julie and I have been together for a month now. I’m still in awe of her.
Guys seem to topple down in front of her like bowling pins as we head for
class, and she just walks over their bodies.

Lately, I have been a masturbating fool. I mean, I did it watching the
soaps this morning, then went to the mall, saw this hunk and ran for the
ladies room and a vacant stall, not caring (or noticing) the one next to me
was occupied. Later I called Brad (old high school beau) and ended up doing
it with him on the phone. (No! he didn’t know what I was doing!) And last I
used two fingers to get off just thinking about Julie! Yeah Julie. I saw
her prancing into her room almost nude on her way from the shower. I
recalled the way she’s been dressing for class lately. Short skirts and
tight sweaters, almost see-through blouses and the like. She told me she
likes to get the guys hot and bothered in class, she concentrates on the
lecture while they think about her. She thinks it provides an edge for her
grade-wise and she enjoys flaunting herself to them too. She’s goading me
to try it. I just might.



Julie squealed as I read this last part.

"You slut!" she wailed. "I never . . ."

"Bullshit," I cried out. "You did! And you got me to follow suit."

A sly smile crossed her face.

"Well you were acting like a virgin back then."

I fumed. "God damnit! I was a virgin then!" I wasn’t mad I was just
exasperated with her.

"Hey Rach, you told me you’d lost your cherry in high school."

"Well . . . I lied to you then," I said belligerently. "About what?" In a
more subdued tone, I said, "About how much I'd done with a guy." "Come on .
. . admit it. You gave out blowjobs and screwed like a rabbit in the back
seat of what’s his name’s car." "No, I really was a virgin," I said,
blushing, even after all those years.

"I mean," I blurted out trying to assert myself, "I gave a couple blowjobs,
sure, but no guy ever got further than groping my pussy. Damnit! We just
read about it in this diary. Why would I lie about it to myself back then?"

"You’re telling me I got your cherry?"

"Don’t you remember me telling you you were the first?"

"Yeah . . . but I always thought I was the first girl." She kissed me and
said, "That’s so sweet."





Chapter Four


The First Time (Really!)

Julie caressed my face, her breath smelt of lavender, then she kissed my
lips again, this time ever so softly, causing me to shiver with
anticipation of what lay in store for us later.

"Read on my love," Julie cooed. "Just a bit more."

I skimmed ahead a few pages and settled in on the ripest part so far.


Thursday, December 10

Oh, wow! Oh Shit! I don’t believe this happened to me!

Finals are starting Monday and I’m going ape ship with horniness. Did I
write ship? I meant ape shit. Christ, I gotta get it together. She, I
should say Julie, in case I read this years from now.

Oh . . . why bother, I’ll never forget this as long as I live.

When I returned to the apartment early this evening, I heard what I thought
was the TV in Julie’s bedroom. Only it wasn’t the TV. Julie was with her
boyfriend Don in her room. They had left the door open and they hadn't
realized I was back, because Julie was yelling . . . well, not exactly
endearments, more like, "Suck me, suck me, work that tongue in there you
motherfucker." I took one step into the room and saw them both on the floor
naked. Don had his head between Julie’s legs and was tonguing her to
orgasm. Julie lay on her back, holding her legs wide apart and Don was just
really into her. I stood and watched for a couple of minutes, mesmerized.
Eventually, I realized I was spying on them and felt terrible about it. I
left the room, half closing the door and opened the front door again,
closing it loudly to announce my arrival. They quieted down, and I milled
around in the kitchen until they came out.

Don was first, fully dressed. Julie followed wearing her dress, albeit not
completely buttoned and stuff. Don seemed awkward and left a couple minutes
later while I pretended not to notice anything unusual about Julie.

We made small talk for a while; but all I could think about was getting
into my room alone so that I could finger myself. But, Julie wouldn't leave
me alone. She followed me. Just wanted to talk she said.

And so we were just talking about nothing and everything, when out of the
blue she said, "You know, I saw you at the door."

I must have blushed twelve different shades of red. I started stammering "I
didn't realize . . ."

Julie interrupted me to say, "It's okay. I knew you were watching Rach. It
really turned me on."

I was confused. I mean, I knew we were super-close and comfortable with
each other. She knew I was a virgin, (technically) and I was very much
aware Julie was bisexual, but I’d never really thought of girls as, well .
. . so Julie hadn’t freaked me out.

To me, Julie was a great friend and roomie. And she was great looking and
super intelligent, always surrounded by great looking guys and gals.

Me? I consider myself a loser, a big loser. No one’s ever gone after me.
That is, or was until . . . a moment or so later, when Julie just leaned
over, and kissed me on the lips.

While I was struggling to compute the series of tingling sensations the
kiss caused, Julie started playing with my breasts. I dared not tell her
how good it felt. Her hands were beneath my T-shirt, fingertips dialing my
nipples, listening for the fall of tumblers. And I was tumbling, fast.

I twisted away saying, "Oh, Julie, what are you doing?"

She shushed me, and said in a parental tone, "I want to do this. Do you?"
Her fingers remained in place, hovering, feeling my nipples rising against
her palms.

I was helpless the situation just overpowered me. I caved in and let Julie
go on with her seduction.

Julie told me to lift my arms and I did, enabling her to lift off my
T-shirt. Then she delicately cupped my breasts together and flicked at them
with her tongue. I jumped as her tongue made contact. My areola lit up in a
welt of goosebumps.

Oh it was heavenly!

I know I moaned. The echoes are still reverberating around my room.

Suddenly her face was in the cool hollow between my breasts. My ear was the
next thing she tasted. She was telling me how she was going to make love to
me and that I was going to love it.

Then, handling me as though I were sports car, she shifted gears and said,
" I’d like to meet your parents sometime."

"Okay," I mumbled my voice flat, without emotion.

"I mean it, I’d really like to meet them. I’d like to see where you live .
. ."

As she spoke, she took my hand, and led me to her room and placed me on her
bed where she eased my skirt up around my hips and removed my panties.

"She continued talking. I was hypnotized.

"I’d like to see where you live," she repeated.

"Visit you there," she kissed my stomach.

"Take you to lunch," she licked my navel.

"Take you shopping," she was plucking at my pubic hair.

"Home," I waited for the moment.

"Everything." Nothing.

I watched as she reached into her nightstand drawer and grabbed a vibrator.

"Okay," I said.

It seemed like it took forever to get the words out. I wasn’t sure if they
were slurred or not. I wondered briefly if I’d been drugged. I repressed
the thought and relaxed even more.

Julie flicked the vibrator on and worked it against the skin covering my
clit. With her other hand she gently massaged my scalp with her
fingernails. I was so turned on I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t eighteen
anymore I was younger, much younger.

I was about to cum big time, when the vibrator stopped. Julie shifted
position and started it again. This time she drew a line down one side of
my spine with it.

God that felt great! A parallel movement followed it. Then Julie moved to a
spot under the wings of my shoulder bone, both her hands were into my
armpits tickling, but I wasn’t laughing. It was intensely erotic.

She drew me against her mouth, tilting my head to an angle where our lips
meshed perfectly. I had never been kissed this way before. My tongue became
hers. This was why people kissed. It didn’t matter

that she was also female, in fact I don’t believe it could have happened
were she male.

Before I could protest, Julie broke the kiss and moved downward, down,
down, down her tongue was everywhere.

It rimmed my ass and I was sooooo shocked, sooooo amazed, sooooo thrilled.
No one had ever done that to me before. I feverishly bucked my way to an
immediate climax. It was my fastest cum ever.

Julie carried me over again with her tongue forking its way through my
liquid flesh. And still she kept licking and sucking!

An eternity later, she let me calm down, and we started talking about
variations. Julie said she wanted to fuck me with a dildo. I was not for
it. But she convinced me, rather easily, now that I think about it. I guess
this was because I trusted her more than any guy, but I was nervous about
being hurt.

Julie had me lay on my back and placed two pillows under my ass. We agreed
that she'd use KY-jelly . . . she did, taking her time to work it inside
me.

From somewhere a jar of sweet smelling oil appeared and Julie gently
applied it around the folds of my labia, with particular attention to my
hole. I was hot again. I can’t recall ever being that hot before. I smelt
my sexual arousal filling the bedroom.

I was trembling in anticipation and shivered in delight as two of Julie’s
fingers entered my cunt! But she pulled out almost immediately!

"Just testing," she said laughing and meeting my eye before turning away
and kissing my belly button. But she didn’t stop there, instead she moved
lower, running her mouth into my bush and yanking several hairs out with
her teeth.

"Ouch! Don’t hurt me," I yelled.

"Only a very little, my sweet one, my love," she crooned, "now be quiet we
don’t want a crowd outside the door."

"Now kiss my cock, will you?"

I nearly fainted hearing her talk like that. No one ever had ever . . .
then she was dripping the oil on the dildo’s shaft . . . then the cockhead
touched my genitals . . . my pussy opened as if by magic. I was captivated!

It went in smoothly!

Julie began to twist it and continued to gently coax it in deeper, very
gently, crooning her wondrous words in my ear all the while. It was sheer
rapture.

"Ohhh... " I sighed, totally content, all the apprehension dissolved by
Julie’s caresses.

"It's so big. I can feel myself stretching . . . out," I murmured
contentedly.

Moments later I was helping things along, stroking the underside of my clit
with my thumb.

"It feels so good," I murmured.

Julie told me it was time to increase the pressure and did. "Pop!"

There went my virginity. I thought at the time, it wasn’t such a big deal
after all. After that, it was great . . . honestly.

"Yeah, right. Well, bite me and my busted cherry." I’m laughing now,
thinking about it. But I recall telling Julie, "I don't think this is
working."

Of course she pushed harder.

I must’a yelled pretty loud, the girl in the next room threw a shoe or
something at the wall and told us to keep it down. Julie had the head maybe
halfway in. I was afraid to look. I imagined all sorts of blood gushing
out, but felt pretty good at this point. To my mind, my pussy was stretched
further than I had imagined it might be during childbirth.

I found myself gripping the side of the bed, with my head bobbing back and
forth. The pleasure was intense, the pain, well there wasn’t any.

I started to shout.

"Ohhhh, fuck me Julie. Fuck me with your toy! I want it sooooo bad."

Julie, startled by my outcry, shoved my panties into my mouth and then
leaned on the dildo with her hand and forced it deeper into me.

"Goddamn it Rach," she said moments later, "you took it all. I’m proud of
ya."

My reply was muffled, but for the record I yelled into the soiled panties,
"Fuck yeah! I’m not far from it now."

Only it came out, "Nuck nar! Um nuh mar mumnit ow!"

The ribs of the dildo pushed against the taut walls of my pussy. The
sensations were more than I could bear and I came and came and came. Julie
deftly manipulated the rod inside me, twisting it, pumping it up and down,
in and out."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I’m on the edge right now just thinking about it . . . time
out!"

"Whew! That was a good one." I should note that I’ve been diddling my clit
as I record this and well . . . I got carried away.






Chapter Six


A Hoke, a Hunk, a Burnin' Love

We turned off Collins onto Ocean Drive, man, Julie's Jag handled smoothly.
She shut the cd player off and the silence was awesome as I gazed out the
window and got my first look at the infamous South Beach.

The Art Deco buildings stunned me. Julie told me there was more of this
type architecture along Ocean Drive than anywhere else in the world and
that historic preservation thrives here.

There were cantilevered, eyebrow ledges jutting out over windows, and
terrazzo patterns outlining hotel lobby floors. Streamlined corners and
porthole windows seem as if they'd make more sense on an ocean liner than a
building. Still, it worked for me. Add in the ziggurated doorways and Mayan
doodads, and South Beach embodies an area extending an open invitation to a
great time of fantasy and fun.

We toured the area, it took about thirty minutes, because of the gridlock
of double-parked cars and pedestrians in the streets. Most of the action
seemed to take place on just four streets - Ocean Drive, Lincoln Road,
Collins and Washington Avenues - each of which is packed with sidewalk
restaurants and contemporary art galleries, artists, models, arty boutiques
and design shops.

Julie kept up a running commentary as she wove her way through the melange
all around us.

"There's the ballet," Julie said, "and over there to the left a couple of
art movie houses, you'd love watching the patrons more than the movies."

She laughed, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze, but quickly returned her
concentration to driving.

"Here's the symphony," she rambled on, "and check the gaudy signs, there
are literally dozens of trendy nightclubs owned by only God knows which
celebrities along these streets."

As we passed by Loews Miami Beach, which Julie informed me, was an 830-room
convention center in the heart of the Art Deco district I scraped my
fingernails along her inner thigh and across her mound. She shivered and
tapped the brakes. It was warning enough to quit fooling around,for the
moment.

I concentrated my attention on the buildings we were passing. I had
expected low-rise structures and while there were many of them, I was
surprised at the number of residential towers rising high into the sky.

Well South Beach is urban all right, but it's a tropical urban--with the
beach always only a block or two away. After turning the car over to a
handsome, but obviously gay attendant, we sat relaxing in one of the many
sidewalk cafes along Ocean Drive, gazing out at the green park and the
ocean beyond. And sipped tropical drinks while watching the zanies stroll
by. Girls AND guys skated past wearing the flimsiest thong bikinis. I
realized that here in South Beach you have the best of all worlds--the 24
hour buzz and sophisticated culture of an entirely au courant first-world
metropolis--combined with immaculate beauty and the timeless tranquillity
of beach culture.

It's almost impossible not have a quick romp in the sand, dress shoes and
all.

Well how was I to know? Julie quietly removed her sandals. After following
after her and stumbling once, I followed suit. I made a mental note that I
could never live here, too many distractions. Pleasant,handsome, winsome
attractions at that.

Eventually we moved on to dinner at Shula's on the Beach. Shula's offers
great steaks with an unbelievable view. We had ours with a wonderful
Cabernet on a beautiful outdoor patio overlooking the ocean. Feeling quite
full of food, wine and ourselves, we set out to explore the nightspots of
Lauderdale/Miami. Objective: Find two guys. Fuck their brains out. What the
hell, one must set goals for one's self in this life. We decided to use the
"kiss" method to achieve this one.

It was a mild 85 degrees according to the radio as we doubled back to South
Beach where the formula for nightlife simply amazed me. It's kinda like
going to a fashion show where the runway is the main street and car lights
double as flash strobes on a thousand cameras.

The clubs (virtually invisible during the daylight hours) come to life as
the sun sets and the neon springs to life like a virus--one second it
doesn't exist,the next it's everywhere. Clubs line Washington Avenue with
quite a few more spilling over onto Ocean Drive. Traffic is the only
annoying thing about this art deco fantasy world. There are clubs to suit
any taste in music. Ranging from R&B, to house, to hip-hop, to salsa, to
reggae, the jammin' never stops and you can easily go from club to club,
although some clubs are a little harder to get into than others.

We settled into a place called Polly Esther's. Evidently Polly Esther's is
a chain, with its music built on the cultural hits of the '70's and 80's.
Amii Stewart's version of "Knock on Wood," and Heat Wave's "Boogie Nights"
were the first numbers I heard playing. Later came a number of
interchangeable hits by K.C. and the Sunshine Band. It was Ladies Night and
drinks were 2 for the price of 1.

Just what we needed. Martini's for lunch, wine with dinner and now 2 for 1
on the tropical drinks. And gasp,they weren't watered down they were full
strength!

Ughh! An auspicious beginning to our evening out.

Julie and I laughingly agreed we'd landed in the middle of Saturday Night
Fever; and that they had an authentic-looking dance floor, just like the
one in the blockbuster movie. But music wasn't everything here: Our
waitress proved to be exceptional in demonstrating the hula- hoop. Who knew
what else was in store for us?

I drained the last of my first tropical drink and my eyes having adjusted
to the darkness riddled with strobe flashes,took a leisurely glimpse of my
surroundings. The club's décor was mostly a collection of '70s remnants
that just as well might be in a display case at the Smithsonian's Museum of
American History. A ledge above the front bar was lined with lunch boxes
and board games that few who lived through that time would actually care to
remember. A mural of magazine covers--Tiger Beat with David Cassidy,
Playboy with Jimmy Connors' future wife, Patty Maguire--stretched from the
entrance to the Saturday Night Fever-style dance floor. And around the
corner,past the dance floor, is the club's ultimate display of
pseudokitsch: a Kiss collage.

The bar was crowded, but only one interesting looking guy sat there nursing
a beer and eating peanuts. Wearing a Hawaiian shirt, no tan, kinky blond
hair, Nordic features. Probably just a few hours off the plane, taking his
Michigan flesh down to Miami to blister it.

He gave us a sideways glance and then a somewhat longer look. I gave him
points for being unobtrusive about it. I called Julie's attention to him
and after a careful evaluation, she arched her eyebrows and murmured,
"Hmmm. It's early, but then again, it's never to early for what we want,is
it Rach?"

"When you're right you're right Julie my love." And I leaned forward and
pinched her cheek.

He glanced our way again , this time Julie caught it and held his gaze a
moment before lowering her eyes and glancing away. Julie arched her
shoulders slightly, a preening posture I guess,adjusted her hair and ran a
hand down her dress in a smoothing gesture.

I joined her in the mating ritual by turning toward him while cocking my
head and narrowing my eyes. I laughed aloud thinking I must resemble a
chicken in a barnyard, but then wasn't he a potential fox in the henhouse?

Julie nudged me, saying teasingly,"Perhaps he has a friend for you," and I
cuffed her arm in a playful manner.

She reached out, laid her hand on my upper calf and stage whispered, "Let's
investigate the gentleman properly my love."

The excitement of our former male stalking back in college returned. I
became moist thinking of the possibilities before us.

"Wait a sec.," I said, preventing Julie from rising. He's got a terrific
looking bod, but what do you really think of him?"

I hastened to camouflage that remark by adding, "I mean, how old do you
think he is?"

"Maybe twenty-five to thirty," Julie said confidently.

"He seems to be alone, don't we want two?"

She gave me a lewd smile and her eyes sparkled.

"Three sounds good to me."

"Well okay, let's give it a shot."

And we both started to get up. But I quickly sat down.

"Julie, I'm a little rusty at picking guys up. Maybe . . ."

"Rachel, it's like riding a bike, come on. Follow my lead."

Julie took the hook. She'd be the one with the come on. I could hold back,
make a quick retreat should it become necessary. It also served to make me
a little more desirable in his eyes. A little standoffish, I became the
more challenging conquest. And when we got to fucking, he'd be saving his
best for me. As we approached him, my eyes caressed his body, especially
his tight ass.

Julie closed in. Eyes sparkling, she licked her lips and stuck her
formidable tits out and headed his way. I'm not sure if he saw her coming
but she took care of that by managing to brush a breast against him as she
leaned in to the bar.

She's so clumsy at times. <grin>

"Oh, I'm sorry," she gushed, still pressing it against him.

"Oh I beg YOUR pardon," he replied. Making no move to distance himself from
the contact.

Then he said,"Here,let me make room for you."

With that he maneuvered his stool tightly against the one to his left,
pinning that gentleman in for the duration and deftly eliminating him from
competing.

Julie, using her most seductive voice, thanked him profusely, making him
appear to be the most gallant guy since Sir Walter Raleigh. He actually
stammered nervously after her complements.

"This is my friend Rachel," she said. "Rachel's from Minneapolis, just
visiting with me for a few days. I live in Ft. Lauderdale." She paused for
a moment, licked her red lips, and added, "My name is Julie. I'm a real
blonde."

His knee-jerk reaction to this blatant opening gambit caused him to nearly
tip over his drink. He caught it before too much spilled and the bartender,
hovering nearby, mercifully wiped the rest up quickly and efficiently, then
fixed him another.

I placed my hand over his and told him I was glad to make his acquaintance.
Up close I saw that he was indeed ruggedly handsome and very well built.

He smiled at the two of us. It was an engaging smile with a host of hidden
messages.

"This must be my lucky day. Please forgive me ladies, my name is Holcomb,
Holcomb Lamb III if you're interested in the whole thing. But my friends .
. . I hope I can call you my friends, call me Hoke.

"We'd be happy to . . . Hoke," Julie said smiling.

This time I took the lead. "Actually, Holcomb, err, Hoke, do you spend much
time in Minneapolis?"

"Oh, yes as a matter of fact I do. A couple days every other month
actually." He seemed to be making a mental note to find out how to reach me
there, but it was much too early in the game for that and anyway, I'd
already had my name and number written down on a card for that purpose.
Hey, I didn't go through all that schooling for nothing. <Smile>

Now I was pressing against Julie, forcing her closer to him.

There was a pregnant pause in the conversation which Julie broke by saying,
"Oh, silly me! Look what I'm doing to my glass!" Several nearby patrons
including Hoke and myself looked over. She was slowly, languidly,and
lovingly, stroking the long stem of her glass, up and down, up and down, as
if masturbating a cock.

"Very good technique, err, Julie," Hoke said. He frowned, or at least his
brow furrowed as he continued speaking. "Say, I don't mean to be
disrespectful, I mean I think the two of you are great and I'd really like
to get to know you better . . ."

"But?" I said.

"Well, you're not working girls are you? Cause if you are I'm not
interested."

I looked at Julie and burst out laughing. Her hand landed deftly on his
knee.

"No," we said in tandem.

I shut up.

Julie finished the statement. "We're just a couple of girls out for a good
time Hoke, honest."

Then she lost it and started to laugh so hard she was snorting like a pig.
That set us all on a round of laughing.

"Actually, Hoke," I ventured, "I was wondering . . . it's so noisy in here,
would you like to join us for a drink somewhere quieter?"

"Someplace more private might be preferable," added Julie.

His smile grew more radiant, he wiped a tear from his eye and when he'd
finished his eyes shone with a newfound lust.

"And would you ladies have a place in mind?" he said in that husky voice
men acquire after a few drinks. He continued. "If not I could suggest one."

Julie solved the dilemma."My place would be preferable if that's not an
inconvenience."

"Your place it is. Shall we take one car or two?"

"Oh, said Julie, why don't you follow us? I just know you'll manage to stay
close behind us." With that, she stroked his face with her fingers, turned
and walked out. I was right on her heels.

Fifteen minutes later we parked the cars in Julie's garage. The bulge in
Hoke's trousers was noteworthy and held promise of wonderful times ahead.
(Oh, come on girls, you know what I mean.)

As we walked to the elevator Hoke put his muscular arms around both of us.
As the door closed behind us, Julie leaned into Hoke's chest and kissed
him. I watched them, envious and happy for them at the same time. I told
myself to be patient, my turn would come.

Their kiss was long and slow. Open mouthed from the outset, I saw his
tongue slide between her lips, sucked into the vacuum of Julie's mouth,a
sensation I knew all too well. The cavity exploration had begun. She was
equal to his kiss winding her arms tighter around his shoulders and dug her
nails into his back,almost tearing through his shirt.

Finally they parted and Hoke looked and reached for me at the same time.
Not wanting to miss this opportunity,I pressed the stop button and the
elevator paused between floors, then Hoke and I embraced. Finally, his lips
were on mine.

He tasted of Julie's lipstick and the smell of her perfumed scent hung on
his mouth. Our kiss matured. Just touching, patiently lingering, as if time
had stopped. My mouth opened and our tongues touched. Slowly, softly, the
velvet tip of his tongue began circling mine. I surrendered to him,
pressing myself hard against his solid body, laving my tongue back and
forth across his while releasing a subdued sigh,revealing my increasing
desire to have him enter me.

Abruptly severing the kiss, Hoke was looking into my eyes as they opened,
and said, "Ah, you liked that,didn't you? Well let's continue, shall we?"
He pulled my head close to find my open mouth eagerly awaiting his. He
sucked upon my lower lip, eventually moving to the upper lip. Then two
tongues were duelling frantically. Tongues explored teeth and gums. We
swallowed each other's saliva and teeth clashed against teeth as our
passion began to seethe. I inhaled his smell, a mix of musk, sweat and sex
and achieved a high state of arousal. The kiss ended, but he
continued,relentlessly his tongue probed the inner recesses of my open
neckline. No doubt Hoke could feel my pulse racing, as he tenderly kissed
the deep hollow of my throat. Julie's hand reached under my dress and wove
its way up my thigh. I spread my legs further apart and her fingers found
me. Hoke moaned and I realized Julie's other hand now held his cock firmly
in her grip. Our kissing session ended and I restarted the elevator even as
Julie returned to Hoke's arms, grinding her sex against him and if I knew
her, already verging on an orgasm.

We reached our floor and the doors opened. Julie produced her key and led
us into her penthouse holding Hoke's cock in her other hand. Hoke took in
the penthouse apartment while he stoked my round firm ass, then he kissed
me again and kissed each of my eyes in turn.

"You're beautiful Rachel,just beautiful," and he cupped my breasts and
fondled them gently,instantly my nipples shot out stiff and hard in his
palms. I felt his erection pulse as it ground against my ass. I pushed back
against it, signaling him to continue doing his good deed for the day.

Julie came up behind him, and sandwiched his gorgeous body between us. Her
hands covered his, compressing my small tits almost flat against my chest.
Best mammogram I'd ever had. We stayed that way for while, savoring the
sensations and relishing what was to come.

Finally, I pulled away turned and sank to my knees. My hands sought the
snaps and zippers of his slacks, my eyes remained fixed on his bulging
semi-erection. I tugged off his loafers then lowered his slacks enough that
he could kick them off. As he did, Julie tugged his shirt over his head. We
gazed at him in awe. Hoke was a tremendous physical specimen. He was better
looking naked than dressed. His stomach muscles rippled, and seeing us
gawking at him he flexed his biceps, turned and posed like a bodybuilder.
But it was watching the length and thickness of his cock as it achieved
full size that got the both of us. It was huge!

"Like it ladies?" he asked us while slowly stroking himself.

We could only nod. Julie had certainly picked a winner, no doubt about it.

"Well," he continued, "don't you think its your turn now?"

I bent over and grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head.
Julie was stepping out of her pants and undoing her blouse. I finished
first, but only just. We didn't bother unclasping our bras, just pushed
them up over our tits, mine got hung up around my neck,a second later we
were shoving our panties to our ankles. So technically, Julie finished
first. I left my garter belt on. Julie wasn't wearing one.

"Fast enough for you?" I said.

"You two are a feast for sore eyes, I been saving something up for both of
you." Hoke said smiling, "Com'ere."

"Not so fast, Hoke darlin'," Julie said. Let's use the bedroom for our fun
and games, shall we?"

Still stoking himself, Hoke replied, "Let's take it anywhere you want,"and
using Julie's term of endearment mockingly,added,"Darlin."

The three of us hurried into Julie's bedroom. Hoke took a second to gaze at
the panoramic view of the Atlantic and the beach far below, then plopped
himself into the middle of her bed.

"Lights, camera, action," he said, stabbing his hips up at an imaginary
women.

I smiled at Julie and my lips brushed the hair at the nape of her neck as I
urged her to join him first. With a tiny growl, Julie flipped her blonde
hair over her shoulder and leapt onto the bed and Hoke. He reached out for
her,and grasping her firmly, lifted her in the air, moving her forward and
up over his face, slowly he deposited her pussy upon his mouth. Julie
yelped as he closed upon her clit. I decided it was time for me to join in.
Reaching between his legs, I started to fondle his balls.

He hungrily devoured her--sending her off into peals of lewd
laughter--while I massaged his limber cock with both hands until I was
satisfied he had attained full erection status.

His cock looked like dessert to me. A drop of precum glistened on it's tip
and I used the opportunity to rub it against my cheek and over my lips.
Ohhhh,I love the feel of a hard, velvet cock's texture against my face.

I continued to play with Hoke's extraordinary dong, sliding my fingers up
and down his width, marvelling at the veins bulging out all along his
shaft--not able to close my hands around its massiveness. My fingertips
were dancing across its sensitive head in small, teasing circles as Hoke
hoisted Julie up in the air to look and watch me gripping him in my
fists,stoking him faster and harder.

Our eyes locked, neither wavered until I broke contact and straddled his
waist, wet my fingers and palmed myself until properly lubricated. He
resumed eating Julie, who moaned pleasurably at his return. I was directly
behind her now, and caressed the soft skin of her shoulder blades with the
tips of my fingers as she rocked back and forth on the tip of Hoke's
furrowing, burrowing tongue.

Before impaling myself on his dong, I maneuvered a pillow under his hips,
and with Hoke on his back lapping away at Julie, I knelt astride him so I
could control the pressure, the angle, the timing. If he wanted a movie, by
God,I was gonna get off directing it.

As I eased on down his wickedly thick pole, I had to groan with pleasure as
he filled me to the brim. Oh, there were others with long dicks who'd
managed to tap my cervix a time or two, but none had ever constantly rubbed
against my walls like Hoke. It seemed I could feel each of his veins
throbbing inside me.

"Ummmmm, like the famous Mikey commercial, I liked it. I liked it a lot.

I loved the view from this position. I arched my back, shoved my hands
beneath me and gripped Hoke's ankles. Hoke slid his hands under his ass,and
cocked his hips up on his elbows to increase his ability to thrust deeper
into me.

Julie pivoted around and was now facing me. Her face a mask of lust, her
eyes closed silently she moved above him, she controlled their tempo. Her
eyes opened and she leered at me as she watched me moving, grinding my
pelvis down upon Hoke's. She was squatting high enough above Hoke that I
could see part of his tongue licking her. I found it extraordinarily
exciting. I knew she was getting off on his tongue and from watching as his
cock reamed my cunt because she began scratching her fingernails down along
his chest and across his nipples.

"Does that feel good, Hoke?" I asked.

"Mufff Urr." Was all he could manage.

"Don't bother him now for Christ's sake,"

Julie shrieked, "I'm there. I'm there!"

"Ohhhh, Hokie baby! Right there! Yesssss! Gooo baby! Go!"

"Oh, Rach! This guy . . . Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Yesssssssss! Oh, fuckin' suck that twat!"

"Do it! Do it! Do it!"

As for myself, good old Hoke was chafing the hell out of my pelvic region
as he maneuvered his cock in and out.

Did I care? Fuck no! Tomorrow Julie could salve the rawness away with her
magical mouth tonight . . . well, I was rocking one way, Hoke the other,
thrusting up, bowing his back as he raced towards his orgasm.

I started to shout myself, "Come on Hoke! Let's go faster Honey!"

"Oh,Ohhh,Ohhhhh!"

I came first and rolled off him, one hand going right to my clit and
strumming to beat the band, the other motioning Julie to jump on his
pulsating cock that still continued to pump and stab only now it was
humping thin air.

Like a cowboy leaping onto his horse, Julie catapulted from his mouth onto
his quivering dong and cupped his balls as if they were the pommel of a
saddle. She was near and he was close, I was coming again, it was a
terrific sequence for me. I continued to spasm through another climax as I
watched Hoke strain to hold off and Julie pound furiously to reach her
climax. Finally she did and rolled off Hoke and reached out for me. Oh I
was there for her; I knew Julie and what she liked.

We embraced and French-kissed. She sucked my tongue while it searched her
warm,hungry mouth. Her mouth was warm and soft; her tongue tickled as it
danced around the sensitive underside of mine.

I was in paradise. I felt Hoke's hands on my thighs, then under them. He
spread my legs wide apart and lifted until I felt them settle on his
shoulders, and as his tongue lapped me I began to pump my hips into his
mouth.

Julie and I ended our kiss and I groaned at the loss of her wine- coated
mouth and tongue and groaned as Hoke began to do wonderful things with his
humming-bird quick tongue. I simply adored this hunk, so gallantly
attending to his ladies while ignoring his own needs.

Julie repositioned herself and leaning forward took him into her mouth. She
moved tentatively for Julie. I've seen her suck cock many times, but Hoke
was troubling her. Of course, I thought almost giddily, his size is most
intimidating, no?

Hoke helped Julie relieve him,leaving me for a moment to grip her blonde
hair in one hand while moving her head back and forth with the other. She
gagged,and waved her arm as though she was drowning,but forced herself to
take him deeper than she was usually willing to go. Hoke was into it now,
as he began some serious thrusting at her, and she moaned in apparent
discomfort,at least that was my take on it, but let him continue, so maybe
she was loving it.

As Julie settled in on her deep-throating, Hoke returned to eating me. By
now I was in a languid,dreamy state, kind of between orgasms, when Hoke
suddenly stopped sucking me and began to grunt. Pulling out of Julie, he
jerked himself off furiously until he started to spurt. I almost came again
watching his long ropes of sperm fly through the air landing on Julie's
breasts. He dreached her chest with it!

One spurt! Two spurts! Four spurts!

The loveliest pearl necklace I'd ever seen!

Julie's pointing finger dabbed at the jism necklace strung out across her
breasts and it adhered to it as she brought her hand to her mouth and
sucked it clean. Hoke motioned me to join him and in tandem we licked his
cum from Julie's breasts, alternating this with sucking and pinching her
nipples. I felt her quiver several times at this treatment and Julie came
again, I'm sure of it.

We rested for half an hour or so, then Julie remembered her role as hostess
and got up to prepare something to eat and drink. I contented myself with
licking and sucking Hoke's testicles. (In the background I heard Julie on
the phone.)This brought him to a semi-erect status, but he chided me for
wanting to go to far,too fast. He rose up and stretched the cords in his
arms and his back rippled without his even being aware of it. I was primed
and ready to go . . . again.

A few minutes later the intercom buzzed. Moments later Julie, clad in a
robe,returned to the bedroom with two large trays. Pizza! And Beer!

"Just the thing to keep the party going, right guys?" she said.

Hoke replied "the very best thing to party on with,for sure."

Then Julie produced my diary. "And here's some entertaining reading to also
help the party along."

Julie!" I cried out in protest.

"Oh, Hoke," she said, "You've got to hear some of Rachel's hot little
diary."

"Well read to me my sweet pussy-lipped lass." He said, reaching for his
second slice of pizza.

"Okay, sorry Rach, but I know this will get us underway again."

I could only frown. I was still horny as hell, but didn't want Hoke sharing
in my private life.



Chapter Seven


Allie Strenwich



"Let's see now,"kay, here's where we left off. You don't mind if we don't
start at the beginning do you Hoke?" Julie asked.

"Hey, whatever turns you on. And I WANT to turn you on Baby."

Did I say that he's got the cutest dimples on each side of his mouth when
he smiles? Oh, I digress. Hoke has become somewhat active . . . His middle
finger was worming it way into her pussy. I giggled as Julie braced herself
against the headboard and raised her left leg onto Hoke's
shoulder---opening herself to his fingers or whatever else he was inclined
to stick in there.

I was still a little pissed about sharing my secrets with him. That is
until he pulled my head close to his cock and closed his eyes.

Julie began to read---I began to suck. I loved the taste of his meat in my
mouth.


Dear Diary: I really don't know if I should even record yesterday's
happenings. Sheesh, it was embarrassing, I mean . . . I'm serious now, I
didn't know what this girl, this Allie Strenwich, was up to until it was
too late. Julie explained it to me later---after Allie'd left and Julie
came home.

Oh . . . I'm rambling. I guess if I'm gonna document this I should start at
the beginning.

I returned to the apartment around four. Julie was out. About twenty
minutes later the buzzer rang and I opened the door to a tall, thin girl
wearing a black raincoat and black boots. She asked for Julie and I told
her Julie hadn't gotten home yet, that she was welcome to have a seat and
wait for her. One particular thing about her struck me as odd. Her short,
black hair had a white streak running through it, reminding me of a bolt of
lightning.

She sat down and just kept looking at me. Staring hard. I began to get
fidgety and nervous and asked her if we'd met somewhere around the campus.

"No," she said, continuing to stare at me.

Just trying to open a conversation, sheesh!

She crossed her legs and I was surprised to see nothing but leg-- almost to
her hip. Curiosity got the best of me and I asked if she'd like me to hang
her coat up.

She rose up and said with a smile and a high shrill voice, "I thought you'd
never ask." She removed it and handed it to me. She was naked! Well almost
naked, she wore a collar around her neck and that was it! Oh, she had a
tattoo of a cartoonish train that ran around one hip and entered her pussy
(shaved!) and exited from her ass!

Freaky! But this made me Hot! Hot! Hot!

She told me to call her Allie and asked me several questions that I have
forgotten. Well, no I haven't, but they were so blunt and embarrassing I
won't repeat them. They centered on my immediate feelings. I must have been
reduced to a babbling idiot because Allie took control and started to order
me around. To my surprise, I obeyed her.

In a harsh, no nonsense tone, she ordered, "Pull your panties down to just
above your knees, and hold the hem of your dress above your waist."

I did as I was told. I didn't find her shrill voice funny, quite the
contrary it scared the hell out of me.

Standing like that, I began to feel the first twinges of embarrassment. She
examined my exposed belly, groin and thighs for a minute, then walked past
me. I heard the squeak of the couch as she sat down. I continued standing
there, my face flushed, I know it must have been crimson. I closed my eyes,
wanting something,anything, to happen.

"Leave the panties at your knees, but drop the skirt and come here."

(I found Allie so powerful with her mind and voice, that I couldn't help
myself, I did what she asked me to do. Almost without even knowing better!
I was shivering, not from the cold, but from the sheer excitement of it
all. Turns out Julie put her up to it, to give me more of an education. I
mean, I didn't even recognize that she was a dominatrix that's how backward
and immature I am.

As I write this I've concluded I'm also vulnerable, possibly too trusting
as well.) I shuffled over to her and stood there waiting.

"Shall we begin, darling?" Allie asked. "Spread your legs as far as they'll
go."

"That's it, good. Now take your hands and open your cunt for me."

"That's it, c'mon, all the way, so I can look into you, so I can see what
is mine now".

I spread herself for her, I was embarrassed and had never felt so exposed
before in my life, yet willing, perversely enjoying the wanton feelings
that washed over me.

"Good girl. Look at you Rachel, I can see your clit throbbing, I can see
the wetness seeping out of you".

I blushed even deeper, imagining she could see these things; I was
intensely aroused.

"Now take both thumbs, hold yourself open, and rub your clit with them".

I complied--my thumbs quickly located my hard little button. I gasped at my
own touch.

"That's it, baby, feels good, huh? You're such a hot little slut, aren't
you Rachel?

"Yes, Allie, I'm a slut . . . a whore . . . " My voice was low, almost a
moan. I was rubbing faster now, the good feeling building, moving with the
speed and diversity of mercury droplets down my legs and up to my nipples .
. .

"Hold yourself open hon, that's it, wider, wider . . . good girl!"

Her eyes seemed to penetrate me; I closed my eyes, my mouth hung open--I
was gasping, panting as I rubbed my clit faster and faster. "Stop!" she
said with quiet authority . . .

"Stop!"

I groaned, but stopped rubbing.

"Put your hands at your sides, now", she said a little harshness crept into
her tone . . .

"Move!"

She was close now; I could smell her sour breath gently caressing my neck.
Gingerly, my hand moved to my throbbing clit.

Once again she spoke quietly, but with God like authority.

"Stop! You miserable cunt! Stop, you poor excuse for a slut!"

God, I was soooo close. From deep within me a guttural moan escaped. But I
stopped.

"Please, Allie, I can't . . . please" I whined . . . "I have to . . . oh,
God, Allie, why . . .?"

She cut off my words with a hiss.

"I own you, now, my piss drinker to be. That's not your orgasm coming on,
it's mine! It belongs to me. I'll lend them to you to have when I feel
you've earned them".

I stood there wobbling on my feet, trying to catch my breath, tears
coursing down my cheeks.

"Do you understand me, slut-cunt?"

My head was spinning, but I knew the answer.

"Yes, Allie", I whispered hoarsely.

"Good. Then we can proceed."

Humbled, I awaited her next command.

"Lose the bra."

I unhooked it and dropped it on the floor where it draped itself immodestly
across my right foot.

"Take off those stupid panties."

"What is that stupid design on them, ducks?"

"Yes Allie," I said as I complied, pushing them down to my feet and kicking
them off. At the same time I nudged the bra off to the side. My head was
down, afraid to look at Allie.

"Break down and buy some decent shit at Victoria's or Frederick's
tomorrow."

This as she walked around me, inspecting me. Allie took my right hand and
placed it behind my back, just above my ass, likewise with the left one. I
felt an electric tingle as Allie briefly touched my inner thigh, and
indicated she wanted me to spread my legs a little further.

"Look at me", she commanded, and I did.

I had a moment to appraise Allie. For a thin woman, Allie is in good shape.
She is tanned, with good muscle tone, small, pointy breasts with prominent
nipples. It is the last I get to see of her, because she placed a blindfold
over my eyes, which totally deprived me of sight, of light . . . I am in a
world of my own, where everything is black, where there is no reality.

As she adjusts the blindfold, I feel her naked breasts touch me here and
there, and it stimulates me---this intimacy with another woman whom I don't
even know.

Placing a hand lightly on my ass, her thumb crept inside the crack of my
cheeks. She began to steer me across the room. I bumped into something
about knee-high--I figured it must be the couch. She guided me onto it. One
touch of the fabric confirmed it is the couch.

Allie has me carefully positioned until I am on my hands and knees.
Next,she spread my knees apart,then with her arm across my shoulder blades
she compelled me to get down on my elbows.

I realized how exposed I was in this position, ass thrust out, legs wide
apart,providing access to my cunny and ass. I am mortified, but
exhilarated. I'm confused and acutely aroused. I'm no longer just wet---I'm
flowing,leaving a slug-like trail of juice down my legs.

I'm ashamed my brown hole is visible, and curiously thankful I maintain
very clean habits. Secretly, I hoped Allie will probe into it.

I recall an awareness of just how rock-hard my nipples became without my
being aware of it as I felt Allie's nipples slide across my back; thrills
coursed through my body.

She began to stroke me. Ohhhh, such gentle stokes. She had one hand resting
on my ass, while the fingers of her other roamed over my slit, caressing
and probing the wetness there.

Suddenly I felt a great weight on me---Allie must have dropped herself onto
my back---and I collapsed, my tits squashed beneath me with the sudden
jolt, I felt a jab in each breast, followed by a dull,thudding pain. I
wanted to clasp my hands to my tits, to soothe the pain out of them, but I
couldn't because of Allie's weight on me--well sitting on me is more like
it.

I felt her slit pressing against my spine and found myself thinking,

"Is she wet, or do her pussy lips just feel cool?"

Without warning, Allie's hand returned to my ass and those fingers of hers
started sliding up and down my slit again. I moaned in pleasure; my climax
has never been far away. Ever since we started, I've been on the edge.
Suddenly, I received a stinging pain in my right cheek as Allie slapped it,
then another sting as she smacked the left one; then came a series of
explosive slaps, compelling me to wiggle my ass in both pain and pleasure.
I could feel my orgasm building. I shuddered asAllie ran her fingers
through my pubic hair, tugging and twisting as she played with me.

Allie began to repeat a deft alternation, varying between spanking,
caressing my sore cheeks and teasingly yanking my pubic hair. But then she
became more invasive. She slid her finger into me just after a particularly
hard smack. I took an express ride to heaven and almost came as Allie's
finger found my G-spot and frittered there while I shuddered and headed for
my long awaited orgasm. But she stopped.

I realized that I was trying to shove my pussy onto her hand. I don't ever
recall being this horny before.

Allie renewed her spanking, widening her target area, she alternated
between my upper legs and lower back as well as my ass. Her slaps traveled
lower until reaching the inside of my thighs, then gradually worked their
way up to my exposed cunny, until finally she slapped my engorged lips.

I remember vividly bucking in pain, nearly throwing Allie off me, but with
my legs forced so wide apart and her sitting my back, I couldn't manage the
leverage to raise myself. The spanking continued, relentlessly raining down
upon my poor, sensitive cunny. Even as I cried out in pain, I got
incredibly hot, both physically and emotionally. I felt my lower lips
swelling, from the punishment and from my getting so incredibly turned on.

I was biting my hand and crying when Allie spoke to me in the kindest voice
I'd ever heard.

"Well?" she said, "are you ready?"

"Oh, it's so good, I whined.

"Please, please . . . I'm . . . oh, am I going to come?"

"Are you gonna let me?"

"Not yet. And what's the magic word my little slut?"

"Please?"

"No, try again."

I was thoroughly confused, but realized I had to come up with the right
answer or be denied my orgasm.

Without warning, Allie smacked my ass again. My poor ass was raw by this
time,but I was loving each smack.

"Too much time Rachel. What's the fuckin' word?"

"SMACK!"

Recalling a childhood game I tried a feeble, "May I?"

"Very good! Very good. You're an apt student Rachel and I shall reward you
for being correct."

"Go on, bring yourself off. Quickly now."

With that I start humping my fingers up and down against the couch, moaning
as I came and came and came.

"You're dribbling that juice all over the couch you sloppy bitch!" She
shrieked shrilly, like a demented mother screaming at her two year old.

I received another wallop that only served to bring on another orgasm.
There were several more smacks. I was too fucked up to care. I remember
Allie picking me up and wondering how such a thin, frail person could carry
a cow like me. Then I was lying flat on a bed. She spread my knees,
stretched my arms out.

I thought I must look like Jesus on the cross.

I was panting, babbling incoherently. Then she flipped me over on my
stomach and told me to kneel. I complied quickly. I heard a jar top being
pried off and then Allie's fingers---coated with Vaseline? tickled my
asshole.

One second of dread, two seconds of dread . . .

"Arrrrgggghhhh!"

She rammed two fingers all the way up my ass. Christ, that was painful!

"Quiet cunt!" was all she said to me.

She withdrew her fingers almost entirely out, but immediately pushed them
back in to her second knuckle. Then she commenced fucking me with them. It
hurt like hell each time she pounded into me. But then I was hollering,
"Fuck me! Ohhh . . . fuck me Allie! Please fuck me! Please!"

She stopped as suddenly as she started. I lay there sobbing quietly as the
pain lingered, flaring up here , then there, excruciating pain, intensely
satisfying, pleasurable, pain.

Allie rose off me. I tensed up again, imagining what was next.

"You are enjoying this", Allie suddenly exclaimed.

"You are the perfect little punishment slave. But we can't make things too
easy for you."

Once again I felt Allie's weight upon me, this time she sat on my belly.
And yes, I concluded, she really was wet, I could tell for certain! What
could possibly come next I thought?

"Oh no", I cringed, realizing what was next.

"Don't hit my tits, please don't hit my tit's." I begged silently, but said
nothing and had no-one to blame when my fears came true and the slaps
rained down on my poor, tiny tits.

Allie intermingled the slaps with excruciating flicks against my nipples.
My breasts wobbled. I bit my lip and endured---feeling a slow warmth creep
into my breasts both from without and within, until my breasts are molten
lava.

Then there wasnothing but erie silence, just the clock ticking in the next
room.

Allie exhaled, sighed with satisfaction and rose off me.

I lay there concentrating on the hot spots of my body. My tits, which I
could feel quite distinctly from each other; my ass, my cunt; and my
agonizingly engorged clit, but above all, I waited for her next act, for
surely there would be more.

Allie removed the blindfold. I blinked several times before my vision began
to clear.

"Look at me," Allie said.

I did. Her eyes were sparkling.

"No look at my cunt."

My eyes traveled down her thin torso to her shaven cunt.

"Look at my clit."

It had been pierced. There seemed to be a replica of a small bone thrust
clear through her clit. My mouth fell open in surprise.

"Don't gape you shit!"

She reached out and pinched my left nipple and I howled in torment and
pleasure. Still pinching my sensitive nipple, her left hand drifted to her
clit and she placed the side of her thumb on the hood, then with her first
two fingers slowly tugging on the glans, she teased herself.

I watched entranced as her clit pulsed and stiffened with pleasure. I was
literally shaking with excitement. I wanted desperately to suck it. To lick
it. I wanted to stick my tongue up her ass. I wanted to do every possible
obscene thing with her.

My hand was between my legs as I imitated Allie. I almost fainted from the
ecstasy I was experiencing.

"There," said Allie, pulling back the hood with the first two fingers of
both hands, "Look."

The crimson glans, fully erect and pulsating, stood out. I could hardly
breathe--someone was pounding on the inside wall of my chest. My mouth
divined Allie wanted me to taste her and I did so. Her hands rested on my
head. As softly as I could I sucked her little cock. My fingers eagerly
broached their way into her pussy and brought up a gob of fluid from
Allie's vagina. I gently massaged it along the underside of Allie's clit.

"Oh my God . . . oh my God . . . oh my God . . ."

"Rachel, you're an angel of mercy," Allie moaned.

"Don't stop. Don't stop."

Allie began whispering in a fevered tone, but I couldn't decipher what she
was saying. I was on the cusp of coming a ton myself and could only take
short gulps of air.

Allie was masturbating openly by this time, using three fingers while her
thumb was strumming her clit like a guitar.

"I'm gonna come slut," she croaked.

"Get your mouth down here and suck me off."

"Me too," I said.

"Fuck you! Get down here!"

Ever so lightly, my tongue touched her clitoris. The touch was nearly as
light as a feather. I could taste her juices, her engorged bud screamed out
for my attention. I began sucking it as if it were a cock and Allie
screamed with pleasure.

"Put your mouth to me"

"Eat my pussy"

Suddenly, her hands were on my head, my hair tangled in her fingers as I
lapped at her lower lips and clit. It was so hot down there, I gasped for
breath just as her thighs closed around my head. I moved my hands to her
ass to maintain my balance and gradually thought to insert a finger up her
ass as she'd done to me. I felt her stiffen in surprise and perhaps
pleasure as she moaned and tightened her grip upon my head. I found it
difficult to breathe and in desperation, jammed another finger up her ass.
Her grip relaxed, and I drew a lungful of air deep into my chest.

Still I wanted more than anything to please Allie, to win her praise. I
concentrated on bringing on her release. Wildly licking, sucking and
swallowing her sweet juices which flowed freely down my chin. She pulled my
head up and I looked up at her but couldn't see her clearly because my
eyelashes were wet with her as well.

"Put your hand inside me," Allie grunted.

Instantly, my fingers curled inside her, and I pumped and twisted for all I
was worth. Allie shrieked in pain and joy. She held tightly to my hair with
one hand and yanked on my tender nipple, making both my breasts dance
pointedly and angrily.

Finally Allie shuddered and cried out from the intensity of it. Her pelvis
jerked spasmodically as she came, and as I removed my hand (in up to my
wrist)she gushed her juice over me and the couch and floor.

Allie never said another word. Without washing the residue of fluids from
her,she donned her coat and left.

I lay there transfixed, stunned and completely satiated.

Thirty minutes later Julie arrived and made a big fuss over helping me get
into bed. As I was about to doze off, she told me she'd arranged for Allie
to stop by and meet me.

"Some friend you are," I wailed. Crying as the horde of emotions swept over
me.

"Oh, Julie . . . I love you so," I cried. And she held me tight, only
releasing me for the short time it took her to undress and join me in bed.
We slept the sleep of angels.