Just Friends
- Part 1
We were always friends. Even today if you asked me what our relationship was I’d tell you we were friends, just friends. Except for that one memorable moment the summer we turned 18…
Glendale is a small town, population less than 500. Everyone knew everyone else and we used to joke that the townspeople knew what you were going to do before you did it and if they didn’t, they’d make something up. We moved there when I was in the fourth grade. I grew up there and I loved it. My name is Katie. I’m a 5’8”, 145-pound brunette with a nice smile. I’m smart and I graduated at the top of my class, such as it was. I was valedictorian and my friends voted me most likely to succeed. Succeed at what I asked them? My classmates were my best friends and I loved them all. But, as with every group, there were some who stood out more than others. Jamie was one of those. He was a 6’2”, slender, blue eyed, blond with large hands and long fingers. You know what they say about long fingers!
Graduation was behind us with our entire lives stretching out before us that summer. I hadn’t seen most of my classmates since school ended. I was working fulltime at the café as a waitress and saving as much as I could for college in the fall. One day when things were really slow Jamie came in for a soda. He sat at the counter and we chatted while I filled the salt and pepper shakers. He played some songs on the jukebox and left me a one dollar tip for an 85 cent cola. The next day he came back with his best friend, Greg. Greg was also blond, but green eyed instead of blue. He was 6’4”, had a gorgeous body and a killer smile. The two of them could have had anyone they wanted and presumably did! They left me a substantial tip and that set the pattern for the summer. They would come in while it was slow, play some tunes, get something to drink, maybe a piece of pie, flirt a little and then leave.
Along about the middle of July, Greg left town for a week to visit family in Montana. Jamie’s job was outside and he was tanned a delightful shade of brown. He came in one day while Greg was gone and caught me looking at him. He played some songs on the jukebox and insisted I dance with him. I looked at his dark hands on mine as we danced and it sent a shiver up my spine. He held me close during the slow songs and come to think of it, they were all slow ones! We were friends, but that night I fantasized about being his lover.
He didn’t come in the next afternoon but that evening he accompanied his parents to the café for dinner. As I was serving them, he winked at me. I almost dropped his burger. His parents were discussing a trip they had planned for the next day. It was obvious they were going to be gone until late. When they got ready to leave, Jamie made an excuse to come back in as I was cleaning off their table. He came up behind me as I was bent over the table reaching for a glass. I heard a sound that might have been a moan behind me. I stood back up and spun around.
“Are you working tomorrow?” Jamie asked.
“No, I’m off tomorrow,” I answered.
Jamie tucked my tip into the pocket of the apron I wore over my uniform. “Come see me,” he winked and turned and sauntered off.
I stood there watching him, feeling the tingle where his hand had brushed against my lower stomach when he pushed the money into my pocket. I wasn’t sure what he meant but then again, if that was a moan I heard, maybe I was sure after all.
The next day dawned hot and sunny. It must have been 95 degrees out by the time I got up the nerve to see what he meant. Small towns have small town ideas. I knew we were inviting gossip if I drove to his house. So, since his house was only four miles up the road from ours, I decided to ride over. I saddled Princess, my buckskin mare, and took a bottle of ice water to drink. I left the small blanket tied to the back of the saddle in case I found a spot along the way where I wanted to stop. Going cross-country meant three gates to open and a low creek to get across but it would be worth it if I could avoid the curious stares of the people passing on the road.
As it turned out, I didn’t have to go all the way to his house. When I crossed onto their land, I saw a tractor with a figure on it in one of the fields. As I got closer, I saw it was Jamie and he was baling hay. I rode up close enough for him to see me and left Princess tied to a tree where she had grass to eat. She was munching happily as I took my ice water and started across the stretch of field between the tractor and me. I took a long swig of the water and one of the ice cubes spilled out into my mouth. It was a large piece and I left it in my mouth as I closed the bottle.
I watched Jamie step down off the tractor. He had his shirt off and I could see how shiny his skin was with the sweat running off him. He picked up his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat off his face. I’m sure he had his own water but as I stepped up to him, I handed him mine anyway. He took it and opened the bottle and began to drink. His head was tipped back and I could see his Adams apple move as he swallowed. I began to feel flushed and it wasn’t just the temperature of the day!
I took the ice cube out of my mouth and moved closer to him. I reached up and placed it against his neck just below his jaw. Jamie shivered but didn’t move away. I let it slip down his neck and Jamie’s eyes closed. He stood there with the bottle at his side while I ran the ice down his chest and circled one of his nipples with it. Before it could melt anymore, I slid it across to the other nipple and swirled it around that one as well. A trickle of melted ice ran down into the hair at his navel and I reached out and licked it off. Then I stepped back. Jamie continued to stand there waiting to see what I would do next.
I turned and headed for the trees. Even though I knew his parents were gone for the day, I still didn’t want anyone to see us. When Jamie realized I wasn’t going to do anything else and opened his eyes, he saw me walking away toward my horse. I untied the blanket from her saddle and turned back to Jamie. He was still standing where I left him. I motioned for him to follow me and I ducked into the trees.
By the time Jamie got to the trees, the blanket was spread and I was sitting cross-legged in the middle of it. My boots were off and I was just waiting for him. Jamie stepped onto the blanket and without saying a word he lifted each foot in turn and removed his own boots. Then he knelt down in front of me and pushed me back against the blanket. He followed me down and pressed his lips against mine. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven being in his arms.
One of his hands reached around and grabbed the braid hanging down my back. He used it to anchor my head in place and then his tongue was sliding against mine. He pressed himself against me and used my braid to hold my head against him as he rolled over so I lay on top of him. His tongue continued to rub and dance against mine and I could feel his growing erection against my thigh. I moaned when one of his hands moved down to cup my breast.
He rubbed his hand over it and I knew he could feel the nipple getting hard against his palm. I pulled my shoulder back to make it easier for him to touch me. He rolled us over again so he was on top. This time we ended up with both his legs in between mine. The hard bulge in his pants was pressed against the crotch of my jeans. He groaned and pressed himself harder against me. Then he pulled back and unsnapped the western shirt I wore. My bra was a front hook style so I expected him to unsnap it as well. Instead, he lowered his head and bit at the nipple he could see poking up through the smooth fabric. It felt wonderful. I was pressing up against him by the time he finally unfastened the hook.
When my breasts were finally free, he wasted no time in sucking one nipple. His mouth was so hot and wet I groaned at the feel of it. He continued to lick and suck on it and I could feel the wetness between my legs deepen. I was running my hands up and down his warm back by the time he pulled back.
He lifted himself up onto his knees and began licking his way down my stomach. When he reached my waistband he sat back on his heels. His hands reached down and unbuttoned his own jeans then mine. I could see the firm bulge of his long cock pressed against the fabric. He slid the zipper down on my jeans and pulled on the sides so they slid down my legs. I pulled each leg up in turn so he could slide the jeans off while he crouched between my legs. He hadn’t removed my panties.
He settled back between my legs and laid his hand against my mound. He pressed the heel of his hand hard against the top of my slit right above my clit. I couldn’t help pushing up against his hand. It just felt so good. He continued to rub his palm over me while his fingers pushed my panties in between my lips. I spread my legs wider apart and brought my hands down over my breasts. I wanted to touch him so bad but I couldn’t tell him to stop touching me.
Finally he bent down and placed his lips against my stomach. His tongue slipped under the waistband of my panties and then he grasped them in his teeth. I lifted my hips as he pulled my panties down with his teeth. When my pussy was finally uncovered, I settled back and lifted a leg so he could pull them down. He didn’t bother pulling them off the other leg before his lips were pressed against my slit. No man had ever put his lips there before! I didn’t know what to do and then his tongue was probing between my pussy lips. He put his tongue right against my clit! I moaned as my legs fell all the way open and I pushed my hips up against his tongue…to be contd
Just Friends
- Epilogue
“Shhhhh,” he whispered before he pulled my pussy lips apart for his searching tongue. He lapped at my clit and I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt! I was on fire. I didn’t know whether to beg him to do it more or make him stop because it was so decadent. I didn’t get a chance to do either because he suddenly pushed two fingers inside my pussy. He twisted them around and moved them in and out as his tongue licked all over my hard little clit. I could feel my orgasm building. It was almost too much. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I tightened my muscles around his fingers. All I could do was moan and hump my hips against his face and hand. Suddenly I shivered and my entire body clenched as I came on his face. He knew what had happened even though I hadn’t said anything and he looked at me and smiled.
I lay there gasping for breath and feeling the spasms of my pussy on his fingers as he watched me. Finally he slid his fingers out, sat back and unzipped his jeans. His cock was long and hard. He slipped his jeans down to his knees then pushed himself up and over me. Our mouths met, hot and greedy as his cock pressed against my pussy. I spread my legs further apart as he rocked his pelvis against me. He just kept pushing it against me as we kissed, letting his cock slide against my clit and pussy hole. My hands were pulling at him and I finally reached down and placed them on his ass. He pushed back against my hands then harder against my pussy. I grabbed his hard cheeks and tried to pull him against me. Jamie groaned into my mouth.
He moved back and reached down between us. He pulled his cock up and I watched him run his thumb across the hole at the end. It glistened with his pre-cum and my juices. The head was so swollen and it looked so hard before he pressed it against my clit. I rolled my hips up and his cock slid down until that gorgeous, big head was poised outside my pussy hole. I wanted to ask him to fuck me but I just couldn’t say those words. Then I didn’t have to as he sank the entire thing inside me. I closed my legs around his waist and put my heels against his ass. He thrust hard against me and my heels ground into him with each push. He bent his head so he could look down the length of our bodies as he fucked me. I wanted to weep it felt so good having him inside me.
He planted his elbows on either side of me and thrust into me again and again. I wanted it to go on and on but much too quickly I felt myself spiraling up toward another orgasm. He looked at me when I whimpered and moaned as it built up. He kissed me again and groaned when he felt my pussy clamp down on him as I came. My own groan answered his as I felt his cock expanding with his own spasms. It jerked inside me and I felt his hot cum squirt against the walls of my pussy over and over again. He tried to hold himself above me but I wouldn’t let him. I wanted to feel his full weight on me. My legs slid down and we held each other close. When our breathing returned to normal he pulled back and we grinned at each other.
We both felt so good that we broke out laughing. He held me and we rolled back and forth over the blanket kissing and laughing playfully. When our silliness passed, we got up and got dressed. We both knew this wasn’t a forever thing. It had no future but, that day - that afternoon, we didn’t care. He went back to work and I rode home. Greg came home and things went back to the way they had been. And it wasn’t until later when I looked back on that hot afternoon that I realized the entire thing took place without either of us ever saying a word.
Sister Made Me Cum
- Part 1
I met her at a company party. She was standing alone by a window at the far end of the room. She had dark red hair, green eyes, long legs and the most incredible tits I had ever seen. I figured what the heck, if she’s not alone, she’ll tell me where to get off.
“Hi, my name is Greg. I noticed you were standing here alone and I felt badly that you weren’t talking to anyone.”
“Hi Greg, I’m Kristin and I’m new to the company, I only began two weeks ago.”
When I asked her where she worked before, she was non-committal, telling me she had worked in various locations and at different jobs. I just accepted that. I spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing with her. It was one of those rare acquaintances that actually turned into a friendship. It started the following weekend when I took Kristin to dinner at one of my favorite places. I picked her up about seven and we arrived at the place about 7:30 for our 8:00 o’clock reservation. We sat in the lounge and sipped a glass of wine. The whole dinner was very romantic and the ambiance of the place struck just the right chord with Kristin. As we were leaving, it was about 10:30…these romantic dining places have a way of stretching the evening out. We got into the car and Kristin laid her hand on my right thigh. It sort of distracted me and for a minute I couldn’t start the car. When we arrived at her place, she invited me in. I was sort of taken back as this was really only our first date and she really didn’t know me, but I gladly accepted the invite. She lived in a townhouse, very attractively decorated and quite comfortable. She said she was only renting it right now but hoped to save enough to purchase it in the near future. She went into another room and came back with a bottle of wine which she proceeded to open. She poured two glasses and then sat right next to me on the sofa. We sipped the wine for a few moments when she handed me her glass and put her head on my shoulder. I took this to be a sign that she wanted to “Cuddle” a little, so I put my glass down on the table and put my right arm around her. She snuggled closer to me and looked up at me as if inviting me to kiss her. I moved my lips closer to hers and she didn’t move. I thought maybe I had misinterpreted her desires and moved back a bit.
“Greg, what’s wrong?”
“Well, nothing Kristin, it’s just that I think I misinterpreted what you wanted….I thought you wanted me to kiss you and…well….when you didn’t move I thought maybe I guessed wrong…I certainly don’t want to offend you.”
“Oh, no, you thought correctly, I do want you to kiss me, it’s just that, well…”
“What Kristin, what’s the matter?”
“It’s just that I don’t have much experience at this romance thing.”
Now, thought, maybe I was really thinking incorrectly, but by my estimate, Kristin was about 37 or 38, maybe a little older. I mean, I wasn’t going to ask, but the notion of a beautiful woman like this having no experience, kind of blew my mind. Nevertheless, I pulled her closer to me and kissed her cheek.
“Kristin, just relax,” I said.
I placed my lips against hers and kissed her softly on the lips. She responded by putting her arms around my neck and pulling her face closer, as if she could move any closer to me. I teased her lips with my tongue and she opened her mouth a little and I eased my tongue in, feeling the warmth and wetness of her mouth. She tasted good…no experience? We kissed for awhile and then she pulled back a little. I could tell she was really perplexed.
“Greg, I think I owe you an explanation.”
“No you don’t Kristin, you don’t owe me anything,” I replied.
“No,” she said “I’m acting foolishly, I really don’t know what to do.”
Kristin then went on to explain that she had been a nun since she was barely 18. Not only had she been a nun for all these years, she was a virgin, that’s right she had never had sex with any man. She had never had any sexual experience. I’ll have to admit, I was flabbergasted at this notion. I had had nuns in school, but that was years ago and I hadn’t given any thought to what they did or didn’t do sexually.
“Well, Kristin,” I said “I have to be honest, I’m really surprised, you’re not pulling my leg, are you?”
She assured me she wasn’t but asked me to kiss her some more. She told me it made her feel warm and that she was very attracted to me. I could see that her nipples were erect, so I sensed she was feeling sexually aroused, at least a bit aroused. I took a chance and began unbuttoning her blouse. When it was completely unbuttoned, I could see her ripe tits pushing to be released from the material.
“Kristin, is it OK if un-hook your bra?”
“Yes.” was all she said as she moved forward so I could unhook the hooks in the back. I hadn’t felt like this since the early days of high school when I had my first experience with Sally King. I continued gently, lifting the bra up so I could touch her tits.
“Greg, I like this feeling and I’m not a total idiot, I do know that if we’re going to have sex we have to get undressed.”
She got up and took my hand and led me to her bedroom. When we were there I eased her blouse off her shoulders and then eased the bra off so that she was completely naked on top. then I unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She removed her pantyhose and was left standing there with green silk bikini briefs and I mean very brief.
I began unbuttoning my shirt and she took up where I started. I let the shirt fall to the floor and she took the initiative of unbuckling my trousers. I put my arms around her and pulled her closer to me, close enough so that her breasts were against my chest. I kissed her softly and began running my fingers up and down her back. I grabbed her ass and lifted her a bit so that her pussy was against my now full erection….
to be contd
Sister Made Me Cum
- End
“Greg, can I take your shorts off?”
“Sure.”
She put her hands in the waist and began pulling them down. When she saw my erection, which I guess was about 8 inches, maybe a little less, she gasped. I could tell she had never seen an erect penis before. I wondered if she had ever seen a penis in any state. She took it in her hand and stroked it softly. As she was doing this, I eased her panties off of her and she kicked them out of the way. I made her put her arms at her side and I moved so that I could run the head of my penis between her vaginal lips, which I discovered were quite moist. Well, at least there were no problems with physiology.
“Kristin, have you ever had an orgasm?”
“I don’t think so, I was always afraid of committing some sort of sin, they were always after us about keeping pure.”
“Well, before I try to put my penis into your vagina I think I ought to teach you a few things.”
I eased Kristin onto the bed and, as we were facing each other, I began stroking her back, starting at the top and going down to that point right before it melds with her ass. Then I traced my fingers on the outside of her ass crack. I kissed her neck, her shoulders and her arm that was free. I eased her onto her back and kissed the area of her chest right above her breasts. I began stroking the side of her left breast then the front of it. They were beautiful, nicely formed, full and firm. I then stroked around her left nipple, teasing it as I played with it. Then I straddled Kristin and massaged each of her breasts and nipples with the head of my cock. She was simply mesmerized and said nothing. I moved back to her side and took her left nipple into my mouth and then the right one.
“Kristin, is any of this making you feel good?” I asked.
“Oh, yes Greg, don’t stop, please, it feels so good right between my legs.”
“Kristin, you know sometimes we call that area your pussy, sometimes we call it cunt, but it’s all the same. Sometimes men and women, when they’re having sex like to use those other names, just like they call a penis a cock or prick, sometimes other names, but all it does is heighten the experience.”
I began kissing down her belly and over her soft cunt hair which was a really nice reddish color. She had a lot of it and it wasn’t trimmed, but then she had never even had sex. The hair was slightly damp. Her pussy lips were pretty swollen, to the point where they were separated and I could see her smaller pussy lips. I kissed over her slit and then eased the lips apart with my fingers. When I separated her lips there was a torrent of pussy juice that poured out of her opening. I licked it and then ran my tongue the length of the space between her lips. At the top of her vaginal opening I could see she had a clit that was quite aroused and engorged. I teased it with my tongue and her response was sort of spasmodic. I continued doing her clit with my tongue and then I ran my fingers on the insides of her thighs. I moved back up to her pussy and tried to see if her hymen had been broken, which it had. I guess this must have happened when she put a tampon in, but I didn’t know if that would even do it, I doubted it. Anyway, I eased only one finger inside of her and I could hear her breathing more heavily as I explored her inner pussy. I felt inside for her spot and I could feel an area inside her about two inches or so on the roof of her vagina that was swollen so I pushed lightly against it and the response was immediate…she began breathing very heavily so I continued doing this and began kissing and stroking her clit with my tongue. She began to climax violently, arching her back as if to drive her cunt further into my fact. She was screaming my name and telling me to keep “Sucking out her pussy.”
Finally, her arousal began to abate and she turned to face me, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me as she cried softly.
“Greg, if that was an orgasm, I want to have another one, then another and another, I don’t want it to end. Can you do the same thing with your pen..I mean your cock?”
“Yes,” I said “Would you like me to try?”
I eased her on her back and she instinctively spread her legs. I told her to take my organ and guide it into her cunthole. I purposely used the word to get her used to it. She put the tip of it into her hole and then hesitated. I told her it would be easiest if she got it wet. So she eased a little more of it in and then I helped her by pushing my self in. She lifted so I could get my cock past her pubic bone and then I eased the rest of my penis slowly into her very wet, slippery, tight vagina. I couldn’t believe I was actually fucking a former nun. Damn, I think it really turned me on. I pushed forward as far as I could, ramming the hilt of my pole against her clit. We both moved slowly, small thrusts. I wanted to make her climax again. She had this far off look in her eyes as I moved my cock in and out and up against her love organ. I lowered my weight on top of her and lined my legs up on top of hers. I told her to close her legs as I put my legs outside of hers. She felt her legs closing in on my balls. This also drove my pecker deeper into that vaginal well that was so full.
“Greg, I like the feel of your things, testicles, against my legs, does that feel good to you when I squeeze?”
All I could do was groan in pleasure. I kept moving and I could hear her beginning to moan as she neared her second climax. She actually was screaming at me now:
“GODDAMN IT GREG, DON’T STOP, FUCK ME HARDER, PUSH THAT COCK INTO MY FRESH UNUSED PUSSY, MAKE IT CRY AGAIN”
I was nearing orgasm and that about put me over the edge. I lifted myself up on my hands so that I could watch myself going in and out of this virginal pussy. Finally, I could stand it no longer and I released all holds and began shooting my load into Sister’s pussy with such great force that I said “God I like fucking your sister!” Kristin stiffened as I continued pulsing my hot cream into her drooling pussy and she began shouting again as I felt her inner muscles tense with more sexual spasming as her third orgasm erupted.
We lay there beside each other, still joined, but spent. I told her I couldn’t believe she had never experienced an orgasm before. She said she couldn’t believe she hadn’t either. I told her that no one would ever believe the fantasy that I had fucked a nun. She corrected me “former nun.” This was the day Sister Made Me Cum.
Horny housewife gets layed
I am a 36 year old married women and i have been fucking two school boys during their lunch break. It all started when i was struggling to get the shopping through my front gate and a 15 year old boy offered to carry my shopping in for me. He took my shopping in the kitchen for me and i gave him a drink of lemonade.
We spoke for a while and he told me he was on his lunch break and he was just off to school. He seemed quite mature for his age and i asked him if he wanted some lunch here. Unfortunatly he turned my offer down and went on his way again. I thought about him for about a week until i saw him walk past again. I must admit i did have a bit of a crush on him so as he walked past i tapped the window and waved to him. He waved back and continued to walk away. I kept looking out for him but i never saw him again for a while. Then when i was out doing a bit of gardening i heard someone say hi. I looked up and saw it was him and he had a friend with him.
He seemed a little more confident with his friend there and i think he wanted his friend to think that he knew me quite well. I told him my name and he told me his was Gary and his friend was paul. It was a hot day and i asked them if they wanted a drink. They came in and we sat down at the table and began to talk. We chatted for about half an hour then gary said that they should get back to school. I was a bit disapointed and i asked them if they wanted to come back tommorrow and the both said yes.
As they both walked away i watched them out my window and began to fantasise about both of them fucking me. The next afternoon i was getting ready for them and i brushed my blonde hair and looked in the mirror. I am slim and have a nice firm pair of breasts and i have been told that i look good. I knew my husband would be home late so i knew i could have a bit of time with the two boys. I had a pair of tight jeans on and a white shirt with no bra on underneath. When the door bell rang i went downstairs and answered it and invited my two guests in. They both sat on the sofa and i sat on the chair oposite them. They were both wearing black trousers and blue shirts with stripey ties on and i thought they looked sexy sitting there together. As we spoke gary kept on looking at my tits and nudging his friend paul at this point i left the room and went to the kitchen to make a drink. I over heard them whispering and i went in and told them to stop talking about me or else.
They both laughed and said or else so i went in and sat in between the pair of them. I told them they could talk about me now and paul said to gary “i think she wants it” and began to laugh. I laughed and said “maybe i do” and then i put my hand down to garys cock and rubbed it through his trousers. His cock was hard so i began to undo his zip and i pulled out his hairy member. paul undid his trousers and got out his cock which was smaller and less hairy than garys but it turned me on. I took turns sucking the two boys off while they pulled of my shirt and played with my tits.
The pair of them were tweaking my nipples and groping my breasts while i carried on sucking them both. I was sat in between two school boys and i was having the time of my life. I was wanking gary off and sucking paul when all of a sudden gary got up and undid my jeans and pulled them off to reveal my skimpy white damp knickers. He took no time in taking off my knickers and ramming his tounge up my bald pussy. I opened my legs wide and let him tounge fuck me while i continued to suck pauls cock. Paul then began to kiss me on the lips and then went down to join his friend sucking the life out of my cunt. They both licked me out and fingered me until i almost reached an orgasm.
I asked them to come upstairs to fuck me and then i got up and went naked upstairs and layed on my bed with my legs spread open. They both entered the room and stripped of and they both got on either side of me and sucked my tits. Then paul got up and layed on top of me and thrusted his cock deep inside my cunt and pumped my for all he was worth. Gary had his cock in my mouth and was pumping fast and then all of a sudden paul spunked inside me just as gary came in my mouth. I managed to swallow it all up. We spent the afternoon in bed together and they both wanked their cocks near my mouth and then they came in turn and i swallowed pauls load first then garys it was fantastic.
My two scool boy lovers fucked me in the arse hole in my mouth and cunt and they fucked my tits and i think they fucked me in evey position i could think off. I would have liked to see them fuck each other but the closest they got was when gary helped paul slide his cock up my arse hole while he was fucking my shaved cunt. When we had finished fucking the boys left and they returned the next afternoon for a quikie. I would fuck them near enough every afternoon and sometimes i would fuck gary on a saturday morning while my husband was at work.
Most of the time they would bunk of school and fuck me until my husband got home then they would go. I want to see them fuck each other and they said they would and i cant wait for us all to make love together but thats another story.
Candid Camera
Mariko and I met for lunch at Crown Center – a large indoor mall in downtown Kansas City. We were both reporters at two KC newspapers and had begun an affair at another midwestern paper before meeting again.
She had full lips, haughty cheekbones, ink-black hair, large, liquid, deep brown eyes and a body and mind to die for. I was married, soon to be divorced and she helped me out of that jam before we eventually went our separate ways about a year later.
Because of our work schedules and my marital entanglement, we hadn’t seen each other for nearly three weeks and the sexual tension was at its peak as we fondled each other’s legs and crotches beneath the long white linen tablecloth.
“Meet me for lunch at 1,” she’d said a couple hours later, calling from home. “I’ll pick you up outside.”
“Don’t wear any panties,” I’d replied.
“Don’t you either,” she’d said, laughing.
So I’d gone into the newspaper men’s room, taken off my briefs, put my jeans back on and stuffed my wadded up underwear in a pocket and hoped none of my coworkers would notice my already bulging eagerness as I quickly went back to my desk and pretended to work while willing the clock to hurry.
We had trouble concentrating on the menu, only ordering soup and sandwiches – which we hardly touched – and knocking back a carafe of red wine while our fingers interlocked, tracing patterns on our burning flesh that we imagined tracking elsewhere in private.
I let my fingers roam up her firm thighs, beneath her blue and white flowered sundress and I felt moisture on her thighs. She hadn’t worn a bra, either and her nipples strained against the cotton fabric – two ripe red berries beneath blue print flowers yearning to be sucked and stroked.
“Mmmm, you’re already so wet,” I whispered.
She returned the favor, tracing the head of my swollen dick with her red nails and squeezing its fat girth with her small hand. I squirmed and felt some pre-cum squirt out, making a small, dark spot on my faded blue jeans.
“And you’re so hard. I can’t wait to feel you in me and in my mouth,” she said.
That did it. I threw a couple 20s on the table, more than enough for a generous tip and we bolted to the parking garage and her car.
Markio never even got the key in the ignition before we fell on each other like animals, oblivious to other Crown Center patrons coming and going, car doors slamming and engines humming and coughing.
I slid the spaghetti straps from her sun freckled, white soft shoulders and suckled her swollen bare breasts, concentrating on just the nipples, nipping the bright juicy hardness with staccato bites.
Heat flooded down both our spines and she gasped, exhaling hard and baring her long, white throat for me to lick and nuzzle. She parted her legs almost obscenely and I thrust my hand between them, sliding between the delicious folds and silky black hair with three fingers while using my thumb to knead her erasure hard clit.
Her hips jumped suddenly from the driver’s seat and she began pumping herself up and down on my stiffened hand and wrist, her breasts bouncing and swaying slightly, her head thrown back, eyes closed and swollen, lipstick smeared lips agape as her uneven pants and moans grew more urgent.
She was nearly singing now – a carnal pagan hymn to Eros. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, Ummmmm! Don’t stop, don’t stop, please omygawd, yes, yes, harder, harder!”
I worked my hand and thumb into a probing rhythm, feeling her juices spill down my wrist as she pumped up and down fiercely, demanding more.
“Use me,” hissed, before savagely kissing her, feeling her suck my tongue out of my mouth. She loved talking dirty and fell into our nasty groove immediately, hips thrusting and twisting, pussy squirting like a faucet.
“Oh yes, fuck me. Ummmm…..god….yes! I need it, Auuggghh!”
I could feel the car shaking with her heaving, heated body. The side windows were partially fogged and this was late May. We were oblivious to whatever other Crown Center patrons might think or see, bent only on our mutual heat.
Mariko suddenly stiffened on my hand and fingers and screamed suddenly, an unearthly sound, quickly quelled when I jammed my other hand in her mouth and felt her teeth bite down hard.
Quiet. Nothing but our panting and the smell of sex filling the small Pontiac Firebird.
“Your turn,” she said bending down to unzip me.
Her hair fell on my thighs, a soft counterpart to the feel of her lips enveloping my cock. She could deep throat but had refused to say how she had learned it or if it came naturally. “I learned it in the circus,” Mariko had once said, laughing during our first afternoon in bed.
I jammed my legs hard against the car floor and flipped the seat lever going as horizontal as I could as she hungrily slathered my rod with her tongue and lips and throat, moaning when she came up for air.
It was then that I looked through the windshield noticed a security camera about 7 feet above the floor of the garage. It was on a swivel and I recalled vaguely that earlier it had been pointed to the side of our car. Now it was pointed directly at the windshield.
“Marko, I think we’ve got an audience,” I said as her head bobbed relentlessly between my legs. “The security camera….”
She withdrew for a moment, brushed her disheveled hair from her face and looked out the window at the camera, waved “hello” and giggled.
“I want them to watch. I want them to know how good your cock tastes. What a good little cocksucker I am. How big your cock is and how much I like sucking it.”
“Oh, yes!” I moaned. “Please. Give them a show!”
“Spread your legs more!” she spat out.
I compiled and she began tickling with my balls with her nails and jabbing a finger into my ass as her mouth worked overtime. I fell back, oblivious to nothing but the pleasure she was giving me.
It didn’t take long, especially as I raised my ass and allowed her to find my prostate as she continued swallowing.
“Oh shit! Oh god…Oh Mariko…oh…!” My cum shot out as my soul seemed to leave my body. Her mouth never left my cock as the hot spurts kept pumping and her finger kept probing.
She finally withdrew, her red, smeared lips white with my juice, some dribbling down her chin and a trace trickling down her throat. We kissed, smearing each other with my cum and our sweat.
This was nearly 10 years ago, but I still wonder if that videotape is somewhere in a “secret” file in the Crown Center security offices. I hope it gives the staff as much pleasure as it gave us.
Hot Reunion
I was more or less happily married when my 25th high school reunion began a spark that would turn into an unexpected sexual bonfire nearly five years later. My high school was overwhelmingly white, but even at that age I had a serious thing for Asian women. Probably due to a couple years spent in Thailand as child and peeping at our 20-year-old maid as she took showers. There were only two Asian-Americans at our school, and one of them was at the affair – a single, second generation Japanese-American woman named Kay.
Unlike many of the graying, beginning-to-bulge white women mostly in attendance, it was clear she’d taken great care of herself. Her ebony ink hair was nearly waist length, with a slim figure and skin with an otherworldly sheen. We danced a couple dances and flirted harmlessly and after that she was mostly a memory.
Fast forward four years. I was divorced, miserable, horny and at loose ends when I recalled Kay. I lived in Boulder, Colorado and the last I remembered she’d mentioned working for a software company based near Aspen nearly three hours away. I hit the Internet search engines and eventually found an e-mail address for her at her company.
I’m a writer and had been in Aspen a few years before doing a story on a well-known rock star’s home studio. It wasn’t much of a stretch of my imagination to concoct a tale that I’d be up in her area in a month for a story about …. a rock star’s home studio. And I was now single. Would she like to get together for dinner after my “interview?” Pay dirt! E-mails followed and we agreed to meet on a Saturday night at my motel for dinner.
Was I nervous? Sure, but honestly I did not expect what ultimately transpired. She knocked at my door at the aptly-named Comfort Inn at about 6:30 pm. Kay was wearing an outfit of my dreams. A long white mink coat that set off her cascading black hair, dark, almond eyes and vibrant skin. Her dress revealed an enticing glimpse of her pert, still-youthful bosom and she wore black leather boots with the proverbial “fuck me” heels.
We spent a wonderful evening at a small Italian style bistro eating, talking and knocking back more than a couple drinks. We moved to the bar, where she and I began holding hands – about as far as I hoped to go that night. Back at the hotel parking lot, I gathered my courage – aided no doubt by the aperitif brandies – and asked for a kiss. You’ve heard the cliche, lips sweeter than wine, no doubt. Her lips were. We were in a passionate clinch – and she began moaning a little – and it that began to get hotter second-by-second when we broke for air. She looked at me with her soulful almond eyes and briefly brushed her dark hair from her cheek and said (I swear to god): “Would you like to have sex?”
My immediate thought was ‘This does not happen to me! What movie am I in? This is some kind of perverse cosmic joke!’ (My other admittedly cynical thought was along the lines of ‘No, thank you. I’d much rather go back to my lonely room and beat off to $12.98 soft porn …’)
I paused for a second and suavely replied: “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, I’m not,” she said, smiling a little. “You’re sure, right?” I stammered. “I don’t have any protection. I suppose we could …”
She cut me off. “I’ll drive back to my condo and get supplies. You wait here, I’ll be back in about 15 minutes.”
I went to my room and started jumping up and down on the bed like a crazed teenager. “YES! YES!” The minutes ticked by. It began to be later than 15 minutes, and I hit the phone book, looked up her number and called. “You’re there? You’re coming back, right?” She laughed. “I just got some condoms, yes, I’m in my way.” Thank you Jesus (or a reasonable facsimilie)!
We literally fell on each other when she hit the door. She still wrapped in mink, me wrapped in…uh.. desire. Yeah. That’s the word. Clothes began hitting the floor, lips still locked we fell on the bed. “Keep your coat on,” I begged, the kinky part kicking in. “No, problem,” she gasped.
Her clothes came off. Nipples erect out like hand, dark ripe rich berries, hair brushing partially covering them - I sucked greedily as she moaned. A waist I could wrap a hand around – all in a soft, white mink package. I dove in. Licking her was heaven. I could literally feel her sweet tasting pussy pulse as my tongue met her clit. Taking it between my lips, sucking, blowing and slurping, as my hands cupped her sweet small cheeks and pushed her harder into my face, I was in heaven. Her passionate moans and the way she grabbed my head, hair and ears and pulled and pushed me in further told me I was on the right course. She bucked repeatedly, screaming finally, involuntary convulsions pulling her hips and sweet lower lips into my mouth which was smothered with her squirting, involuntary juices and my saliva.
“Stop, stop!” she gasped. “Fuck me. Put it in me. NOW!”
Uh, no problem. But Kay’s small, soft hand and long red nails guiding me in almost made me cum in an instant. The way her nails grazed my balls and her tiny hand wrapped around my pulsing dick…it was almost too much to bear.“Give me a sec,” I protested, withdrawing. I waited a moment, then began running my swollen cock just along the furry, dark soft ridge of her pulsing cunt. I felt her throbbing clit get harder, and worked my way up to her firm tits where she grabbed my cock and began sucking it and pushing it all over her chin and face. The sensations of her demanding mouth, wet tongue and hard, begging nipples grazing against my equally hard rod was almost more than I could stand. Kay was incompressible by now, just groans and slurps and sounds I’d only heard in the “Exorcist” as she rubbed my cock on her nipples between bursts of swallowing it whole.
“I need to fuck you, right now” I finally mumbled. “MMMmmmm,” was Kay’s only reply as I slid in. Her pussy lips felt like her mouth on my cock. Tight, accepting, clit hard like a tongue on my red dick, so wet, as I began working back and forth, licking her nipples and swallowing her tongue almost simultaneously as she writhed beneath me, her ebony hair whipping on the pillows. “Just a minute.” I managed to pull a pillow out from beneath her head and stuff it under her convulsive ass as I cleaved her.
She was butter. I’ve never heard a scream like this in my life. I clenched her wrists, holding her down and began pumping madly as she twisted and shouted beneath me begging me to fuck her harder. Her dark, pleading eyes rolled back in her head. Now it was just colors, sound and sexual feel and fury. White eyes, red screaming lips, soft, incredible skin and ink black hair whipping the starched, white sheets. Kay screamed, “Harder. Harder. Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me, you son of bitch, please!” and almost choked, speaking in sexual tongues. My spine seemed to rip out of my back and our hips were possessed, thrusting like pistons gone awry. She sucked our tongues til pain made us part: she tasted herself on my dick again, moaning as we fell into a drowsy haze, only to go for Round 2 about an hour later.
Her white mink later went to the dry cleaners, with a torn lining and stains. I picked up the bill, happy to do so.
Brian and Clare
Clare was your normal teenage girl. She indulged in clothes and went crazy for all the pop stars and all. And because of this, nobody would have guessed or even believed what had happened to her a few months ago. Though she had a curvaceous body, nobody really fantasized about her as they saw her as prude and wouldn’t be into these things.
It all started that Sunday evening. Clare had gone to a class gathering at a restaurant. The day was pretty hot and Clare decided to wear something light and comfortable. Searching through her wardrobe, Clare emerged with a white cotton tank top and a pair of denim shorts. Dressing hurriedly as she was late, Clare was out of the house in less than a minute. However, she had just left the house and was on her way to the restaurant when the skies opened up and rained heavily, leaving her soaked, cold, and upset.
Arriving at the restaurant, she saw that everybody was seated and were waiting for her. Spying a seat beside Brian, she gratefully plunked down into the seat, the impact making her breast bounce, catching the attention of Brian. Glancing to his side to talk to Clare, Brian found himself unable to control his gaze, as his line of sight kept moving down towards her tits. Her tank top was completely soaked through and the air conditionings of the place combined with the rain made her nipples erect and were clearly visible. The tank top was completely soaked through and was sticking to her skin and Brian caught an eyeful of her big round tits. The temptation however, did not end there. Dropping her cutlery on the floor, she bent down to pick it up and Brian was offered an unrestricted view of her cleavage and a nipple, as it played peek-a-boo with the lace of her bra. Brian was thankful that he was sitting down as he was having an erection and when Clare bent down even lower and the denim stretched over her tight ass, Brian almost lost control of himself.
That was how it all started. After that incident, Brian could not forget about the day at the restaurant and he would find himself fantasizing about her naked whenever she was in sight. Clare however, knew of what he felt about her. She had known it from the day at the restaurant when his gaze kept dropping to her tits and she had purposely dropped her cutlery on the floor to tease him. It was not conventional however, for a girl to just go up to a guy and say, “I want you to fuck me” and so, she had to keep her emotions under wraps.
As hard as it was to not concentrate on getting laid, Clare couldn’t help it. Just talking to Brian would elicit a thought from her mind that this was the guy that wanted to screw her and she would begin to get wet. In addition to that, she would have wet dreams about Brian and in short, Clare could no longer take it anymore.
Then one day, as luck would have it, the both of them were stuck with councilor duties. They had been instructed to do some packing and stocktaking and the both of them were alone in an empty room. At first, the atmosphere was a bit iced and neither of them talked to each other for the first few minutes. As time passed, the boredom of the job at hand moved them to talk to each other to rid of the boredom. However, the teacher dropped in on them and their conversation was cut short. Resuming their work, Brian proceeded to place a box on a shelf above Clare and in the process, accidentally rubbed his dick into her while also getting a full view of the tits that were so irresistible. He was about to move away to tend to the other stuff when he felt Clare grind her ass into his dick. The sensation made Brian’s erection even harder as Clare now ground into him fully, leaning onto him for support. The two of them were fucking each other in their clothes, oblivious to everything around them. After a while, Brian stopped the two of them as he was about to cum and he didn’t want to do that in his pants. Moving to the door, Clare closed and locked it. Sitting down on a chair, she pulled her skirt up and showed Brian the wet spot that had nearly soaked through to her skirt.
Bending down over her, Brian pulled off her panties as he began to lick and suck on her clit. The sensation in itself was already heavenly for Clare as she closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together, feeling the semblance of an orgasm begin to come over her as Brian continued to play with her clit. Stopping the oral stimulation, Brian inserted a finger into her cunt that was obviously virgin as it was very tight and Clare suddenly gripped Brian’s arm tightly as the pain washed through her. Fucking her with his finger, Brian could feel Clare begin to respond as she squeezed his finger with her cunt muscles as wave after wave of orgasm washed through her.
Exchanging positions with her, Brian undid his pants and Clare automatically lowered her soft velvety mouth onto Brian. Now without clothing, Clare took Brian’s hand in hers and placed them on top of her tits and kneaded them, as if telling Brian what to do. Not needing another hint, Brian began to play with those beautiful breasts of Clare’s and also her erected nipples, making her breaths come in short gasps. Though she had never had head before, Clare did not feel like an amateur. Her tongue was doing wonders to him as she bobbed her head on his member. Feeling himself come close, Brian let go of her tits as he grabbed her head and made her come down on him faster and faster till he finally came and shot his load into her mouth. Clare could not swallow it fast enough and some of it dripped from her full pout lips making her look like a cockhound.
Unable to control himself, Brian laid Clare down on the table with her legs dangling from the table edge and her nipples rubbing against the linoleum of the table. Grabbing her by the waist firmly, Brian inserted his member into her, watching her pussy take him in bit by bit. Right from the get and go, Brian could tell that Clare was multi-orgasmic and as he began to thrust hard inside of her, Clare had had already at least three orgasms. Thrusting into her, Brian would never forget the view of his dick disappearing into her tight ass and cunt and he could actually feel Clare’s cunt contract around him as she cunt was stretched to its limits to accommodate him. Moving faster into her now, Clare gasped hard and her breaths were irregular as she neared orgasm. Grabbing the sides of the table, she cried out as the both of them came at the same time and she could feel his searing liquid deep inside of her.
Dazed at the experience, the two of them sat there for a few moments before coming to their senses and they left the room hurriedly before anyone discovered them.
The Office Visit
Rob Wharton sat impatiently in the waiting room of Dr. Charles’ office thinking that he was getting really tired of waiting. His friend Barbara had referred him to Dr. Charles when he was notified by his long time physician, Dr. Hamilton, that he was going to retire and move to a warmer climate. Rob was just about ready to bolt when the nurse opened the door and called for Mr. Wharton to follow her into an examining room.
“Mr. Wharton, please take all your clothing off and sit on the table there, Dr. Charles will be in momentarily.”
Rob always hated going to doctors’ offices. They were always having you take your clothes off and then wait, and this place didn’t even offer you a robe or anything to put on. Suddenly the door opened and in came Dr. Sarah Charles, like a gust of wind.
“Hello, I’m Sarah Charles, thank you for waiting, Mr. Wharton.”
Suddenly, Rob Wharton was no longer angry. Sarah Charles, M.D. was a blond bombshell, my god her hair was tied in a pony tail and wrapped up and, from what he could see from her lap coat, she was stacked quite nicely, probably 38 Cs, at least. Rob couldn’t help himself, he felt his manhood suddenly take a turn skywards. He also found himself speechless.
“Mr. Wharton, it says on the sheet here that you were having some problems with your penis, is that correct?”
“Err, yeah, but, well I’m kind of embarrassed about that.”
“Oh, no need to be embarrassed, but it does look like your penis is working pretty well right now, I mean it looks pretty stiff to me.”
Rob looked down at himself and began to turn red as he looked at his pride and joy sticking out its full eight inches.
“Mr. Wharton, why don’t you lay back on the table there so I can examine you.”
With that Dr. Charles began unbuttoning her lab coat and, much to Rob’s surprise, she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath, in fact she had nothing on at all but the stethoscope around her neck. Rob noted that her nipples were fully erect and that her pussy lips were quite swollen and surrounded by a soft blondish down. Dr. Charles bent over Rob and took his organ in her hand and gently stroked it.
“Nothing amiss about the hardness of this piece, no sir, it’s a veritable shaft of steel.”
Rob was totally shocked as Dr. Charles put the tip of his penis in her mouth and began sucking softly. She raised her head and noted that the taste was quite satisfactory. She continued licking the tip of his manhood as she took his balls in her other hand and began rolling them between her fingers. Rob thought he was going to loose it when suddenly Dr. Charles stopped, withdrawing Rob’s stiff cock from her mouth.
“Let’s switch places, Mr. Wharton.”
Dr. Charles proceeded to raise the stirrup on the end of the examination table and then laid down herself, putting each foot in a stirrup.
“Mr. Wharton, you know what you’re supposed to do, get with it.”
Rob moved between Dr. Charles’ legs and stared at her swollen cunt and thought he could actually see steam coming out from her opening. He caught a whiff of her female scent…the scent of a vagina that had been sexually aroused. Rob reached a hand out and brought it close to Dr. Charles’ blond triangle. He could feel the heat exuded by her sex organs as he stroked the fur gently, feeling the dampness as he neared the doctor’s puffy, red vaginal lips. He ran his fingers over the slit and could see as well as feel the silky juice that was oozing from between the labia.
“Appears that you have normal external genitalia, Dr. Charles. I’m going to begin my examination of you by tasting your vaginal secretions to test for taste, fragrance and smoothness,” said Rob, not believing he was playing doctor.
He ran his finger between her lips and slit the tip of his index finger into her hole. He then pulled up a stool and began sucking the juice from between her lips as he ran his tongue in and out of the opening of her cunt tunnel. He held her lips apart with his fingers and could see her ever bulging sex nodule above her opening begging him to examine it. He said nothing but lowered his face to her pussy and began probing her clitoris with his tongue.
“Normal texture, aroused, wet and quite tasty,” Rob noted.
“Mr. Wharton, cut the shit and SUCK MY FUCKING PUSSY OFF SO WE CAN FINISH OUR EXAMINATION HER, NOW, TIME IS MONEY.”
Rob hoisted the chair up a bit and moved closer to her pussy as he inserted two fingers into her opening. He was deluged with her sex juice as he curled his fingers, looking for her “spot.” He felt the swell on the roof of her pussy and as she squirmed in the stirrups he pressed a bit harder and began tonguing her clit. As his probe became faster and the movements of his tongue against her pulsating clit more pronounced, Dr. Charles began arching her back and pushing her mound against Rob’s face as if to force him to eat her pussy even harder. Finally, unable to control her inner pulsations she literally sat up and began shaking as an orgasm with the force of a rocket being launched into outer space commandeered her already sopping pussy. As the good Doctor screamed for Rob to continue her pussy spewed forth a torrent of cum as though it were a fire hose shooting water with geyser force. Rob’s face was covered and as he continued massaging her clit with his tongue he was totally rapt with the violence of her climax.
“OH GOD, MR. WHARTON, OH GOD, NOW WE HAVE TO TEST YOUR PENIS ON MY SOPPING CUNT, GOD I HOPE THIS EXAMINATION WORKS!?
The Doctor removed her feet from the stirrups and leaned to the side of the table and flipped a switch. Soon there was a whirring sound as two lines lowered from the ceiling, each with a Velcro fastener.
“Mr. Wharton, please raise my legs up and attach each to one of those movable Velcro stirrups.”
Rob did as he was instructed and was now looking at Dr. Sarah Childs laying on an examining table with her legs stretched into the air as far as they could go.
“Mr. Wharton, time to test your penis.”
Like an idiot Rob stood there with his cock in his hand.
“Come on now, Mr. Wharton, do I have to tell you what to do. Let’s see if that little head can think for itself.”
Rob approached Dr. Charles and stood at the end of the table on a small stool. He hoisted himself up on the table and assumed the missionary position above Dr. Charles. Without a word she took his stiff pole in her hands and inserted the tip in her vagina. Rob eased himself forward and before he knew what was happening, Dr. Charles had slammed her body forward forcing his entire organ into the depths of her hot, wet, steaming cunt. He found himself massaging her tits and leaning himself down to taste those swollen tidbits on the face of each breast. As he took each nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue around it, he felt Sarah Charles’ pussy muscles wrap themselves around his rigid sex tool. As he leaned forward into her pussy he could feel her hands massaging his balls which were becoming taut as he became more aroused. He could feel the unmistakable orgasmic sensation at the tip of his penis when Dr. Charles ordered him to withdraw his penis from her vagina.
“Mr. Wharton, FUCK MY TITS, I WANT TO FEEL THE H EAD OF YOUR COCK AGAINST MY NIPPLES.”
Rob did as he was ordered. He straddled Dr. Charles so that his erect cock was between her bulging tits. He raised up, massaging each pulsing nipple with the head of his engorged cock, feeling his balls rub against the firm tit tissue. Before he knew it
Dr. Charles had taken him into her mouth and began fucking his prick with her warm, wet, mouth. He felt himself cumming as did Dr. Charles. She eased his cock out of her mouth just far enough so that she would watch him spurt a hard stream of white cream into her mouth. He kept shooting and he though he was going to die from the pleasure she was torturing his cock with. When his penile spasms subsided he eased himself off the table and, while Dr. Charles’ legs were still in the air, proceeded to begin sucking her pussy and tongue fucking her pussy and clit. Seeing that he was again becoming stiff he raised himself on top of the doctor again and let her guide his staff into her hole. As she massaged his balls with each stroke in and out of her pussy he could feel his balls contract as he shot another load of hot, steamy cum into her pussy. Both of them were covered in sweat and each other’s cum.
As both Doctor and patient calmed themselves, and Dr. Charles had again assumed her physician position (having once again donned her lab coat) she told Rob he could get dressed.
“Mr. Wharton, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your penis, or for that matter, your balls. I want to see you again in three days for a follow visit.”
She handed him his file and told him to take it to the receptionist. With that, Dr. Sarah Charles left the room much the same way as she entered.
Rising to the Occasion
“Well, there’s nothing physically wrong with you, at least.” The Consultant Urologist had the biggest and bushiest eyebrows that Ben Farmer had ever seen. “I would say, at your age, the problem is most likely psychological.” Ben nodded. He’d thought that was the case but better to be safe then sorry. “I am reluctant to prescribe any medication. The risks of side effects are always there and medication treats physical shortcomings, er, if you understand my meaning?”
Again Ben nodded. It was what he was expecting. “I could refer you to a colleague of mine, perhaps some counselling?”
Ben found his voice. “No. No thank you, Mr Sandford. And thank you for your time.” “As you wish,” said the Consultant. “I am confident the, ah, ‘problem’, will correct itself in due course. As I said, there are no physical problems, none at all. You are in excellent health, Mr Farmer.” Ben had nodded one more time and made his exit.
Ben’s ‘problem’ had first manifested itself some twelve months before. His erstwhile girlfriend had been sympathetic, at least initially. “Poor Darling, I expect you’re just tired. We’ll try again in the morning.” And they had, with no better result. The sympathy hadn’t lasted long. Within the month she’d moved on to pastures new. He found he wasn’t too bothered. The relationship had been fun but wasn’t going anywhere. They had enjoyed each other and now it was over. ‘Done and Dusted’, as the expression goes.
He felt a vague sense of loss, but nothing more, and this soon vanished when he met Rachel. His ‘problem’ seemed to have vanished as well. They had made love acrobatically, Rachel seemed intent on working her way through the entire Karma Sutra, but then, a few weeks in, the problem had reared its head again. Or rather it hadn’t. Reared, that is. It wasn’t too long afterwards that Rachel’s toothbrush had disappeared from Ben’s bathroom and once again that vague sense of loss came back to haunt him.
Emma had followed Rachel, albeit very briefly. The ‘problem’ reappeared on their second night together. Not enough time for Emma’s toothbrush to have been relocated from her handbag to the bathroom. This time Ben started to worry. The offending appendage seemed to act normally. It was standing to greet him every morning and responded in a perfectly behaved manner to his own ministrations. It only acted up - or rather down - when Ben was with a woman. He couldn’t understand it. It had never happened before.
Sarah came next. Or, more accurately, she didn’t. That ‘amour’ lasted one frustrating night. Ben was able to convince himself that he had been distracted by the fact that her tits were noticeably different sizes and her voice had grated on his ears, once it was not disguised by the pounding music of the Disco. But then a nagging little voice told him he was only fooling himself. It was time to seek professional help.
His own Doctor had been distantly professional. After a detailed explanation of the mechanics and hydraulics and an intensive cross examination on Ben’s use of illegal substances and intake of alcohol – none to the former, moderate to the latter- he referred Ben to Mr Sandford at the County Hospital. Now, walking back to his car, Ben felt particularly low for the first time. ‘My God,’ he thought, ‘I’ll have to see a shrink’. He had the ordinary man’s horror of anything to do with mental illness. To be truthful, the prospect scared him. He had debated with himself long and hard before even visiting his GP. The thought of ‘someone messing with his head’ was anathema.
His gloom persisted through the rest of that day. In bed that night he wondered if he was gay. He tried to masturbate by fantasising about men but he found the mental image of a pair of ample, hairy buttocks less than arousing. There was nothing for it. It would have to be the shrink.
Ben was shown into a spacious office with light décor. He glanced around the room and a female voice said “Looking for the couch?” Ben coloured. That had been precisely what he was looking for but all he saw instead was a pair of comfortable-looking settees each side of a coffee table. There was an antique roll-top desk off to one side and a standard lamp of possibly Scandinavian design. He noticed that none of the pieces really fitted together but the whole was pleasing. He turned now to the speaker and saw a tall young woman with short blonde hair and very large, very round glasses that magnified her eyes to an extent that Ben found comical. He suppressed the urge to smile.
“Dr Williamson?”
Just plain Ms. I’m a psychologist, not a physician. You must be Mr Farmer?”
“Ben. Please call me Ben.”
“Only if you will call me Jane.”
“OK then, Jane it is.”
Truth to tell, Ben was far from happy discussing his particular problem with a young woman. He’d rather imagined some elderly gentleman with wild hair and a Viennese accent. He decided that he’d better just make the best of it.
“Well then, Jane, where is the couch?”
“I don’t ‘do’ couches. Actually, I don’t think anyone does these days, outside of Hollywood. Just sit down and make yourself comfortable.”
She paused to read the contents of a slim buff-coloured file. He watched as her nose wrinkled and her lips made a sort of sideways twitching movement.
“Hmmm. Erectile dysfunction. You’re very young for that. Good, I see you’ve seen Mr Sandford. No physical causes, good. Look, I know it’s embarrassing, but can you give me a history? When it first started and what the circumstances were, that sort of thing?”
“ Oh Jeeze! Uh, I guess it started with Chloe. Everything was all right, you know, normal and then one night, umm, I just couldn’t manage, er, to perform.”
“How long had you been together?”
“About four or five months.”
“And you found her attractive?”
“I suppose so.”
“Put it another way; what didn’t you like about her?”
“Oh I don’t know. I guess that she was just a bit, well, shallow somehow.”
“Shallow? How?”
“Well, look, please don’t get me wrong, Chloe is a nice girl but just not for me. I mean we used to go out and then go back to my place or her place and … What I mean is we never talked. It was like we had to have sex to fill in the silences.”
“I see. What happened to Chloe?”
“Well, when my problem came up – or actually stayed down, if you’ll forgive the expression, she split.”
“And what did that suggest to you?”
“That she wanted regular sex and I wasn’t providing it?”
“So your relationship was entirely based on sex?”
“I suppose it was, now you say it.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
“Great! I mean what man wouldn’t? No complications, no emotional hang-ups, just good old fashioned bonking!”
“I see. What happened after Chloe?”
“I met Rachel. It was fantastic for a while, six or seven weeks at a guess, and then back came the problem.”
“Tell me, Ben, do you still have the desire or does the desire go along with the, er, performance?”
“Oh no, I want to do it. I want to do it like crazy but the old equipment won’t co-operate.”
“Are you concerned about your size?”
“What????”
“Have any of your partners ever intimated that they were unsatisfied with the size of your penis or have you ever felt that your penis was somehow inferior to other men?” She gave a tight smile.
“I have to ask, you know. It’s a common problem.”
“No to both. I’m no pony but I know that I’m OK there. A good average, as far as I know. I mean you could get a complex watching these porn stars but they’re freaks of nature.”
“Do you watch a lot of pornography?”
“Christ, No! I mean I’ve seen a few videos – stag nights, that sort of thing, but it’s not a hobby!”
The session continued in a similar vein until Ben’s time was up. Jane Williamson instructed him to make a follow up appointment for the following week and Ben left, feeling just as confused and depressed as when he’d arrived. He couldn’t see what the session had achieved. He simply couldn’t picture how any future sessions would help. He thought about Jane Williamson; she seemed to be hiding behind those monstrous spectacles. Looking at her glasses somehow prevented him from seeing her face. ‘Physician, heal thyself,’ he mused. He tried to picture her without the glasses but it didn’t work. He grunted. “Camouflage!”
And found he was wondering why.