I wrote this story for a young lady who was a (wantabe) porn star. This was the rough draft of what she hoped would be her first movie. She did not like it. Four out of five do not like it. The other one out of five wants to live her. I plane on expanding it soon.




THE PRIESTESS


This is before classical Greece. It is back when the island of cypress was the main power. You had just been promoted to the exalted position of high priestess of your country’s principal religion. This was a religion devoted to the mother Goddess. We now call these fertility religions, but they were more that. Yours, and all of the priestesses, principal duty was to communicate with the Goddess. You body was like a radio transmitter. When you were experiencing an orgasm, the Goddess could feel it and liked it. During these brief times the goddess could look into your heart and the heart of you partner and see you true needs and send a blessing your way. Of course the more often and particularly the intensity and length of you orgasm, the better the Goddess could feel you and the happier she was and the greater the blessing. Women for the priestess position were both especially bred and selected for the position. All of the women in the whole country went to the temple as soon as the reached sexual maturity. There they took on the responsibility of nuns to learn the arts of giving and receiving pleasure from both men and women. They were taught the arts of pleasure by the priestess class who were selected from the most promising of the nuns. Men and women would go to the temple with a small offering for the Goddess. A nun, after a brief study period, would take them by the hand to a secluded room and have sex with them. The num kept a portion of the offering and the temple another. Worshipers had the right to select whichever nun they wanted. Some were a lot busier than others. Most girls stayed in the temple until they had accumulated enough money for their dowry. It was difficult for a girl to marry without being trained in the temple and the larger the dowry displayed at her wedding the greater the honor. Special drugs were used to reduce the incidents of pregnancy and to increase sexual desire. Because of these drugs, the women of this country all had greater sex drives than the men. This was why all the women were bisexual. A woman’s sexual morality was not judged on how few sex partners she had but, instead, on how many she satisfied and how often she had satisfied them.

The priestess class not only trained the nuns, but also prayed with important people in the society, such as the royal family, generals, heroes, great minds, the best farmers, great athletes, and all of the people who had earned special merit. The high priestess prayed with whoever she felt was in a position to do the county the most good. Nobody could pick them for her. She ate a special diet of cum and mother’s milk. When she felt hungry, lower ranking priestesses brought her young men and nursing women. The high priestess would suck one of the boy’s cocks until he came. While her attendants also sucked on other young men until the were almost ready and then after the high priestess had swallowed the first boy they brought her a new one who was almost ready. Of course every now and then some guy could not hold back long enough so he squirted his cum on the breasts of one of the nursing mothers. Then the priestess would lick it off of the girl’s breasts and wash it down with mothers’ milk. When it was observed that you were starting to put on weight, the whole country new that you could lead them through this time of danger.

You see there was one problem in this country. There was so much sexual satisfaction and so little repression, that your men were more inclined to fuck rather than fight. This was especially true when compared to your traditional enemy. Yours was an established farming society, with permanent cities, roads, and stuff like that. You enemies were roaming herdsmen who worshipped a war God and the only way a man could get into heaven was to die in battle. These guys had nothing and wanted your treasure that you had accumulated and the money that your women would bring when sold as slaves.

The really bad news was the bastards were marching your way. The walls of you capital were strong and had always held them back, now a new barbarian chief had emerged who had united many of the tribe under one banner. This combined force could over power your defenses. You prepared yourself and took many times more of the herbs that heightened you sexual drive. You dressed in yourself in silks and perfumed you body and went to the king. You told the King you had come to help him communicate with the Goddess in this your country’s darkest hour. You removed you silken robs and helped the king out of his. You had no assistants. You needed none. You took the king in your mouth to make him hard. You licked and sucked him as hard as you could.

The herbs you took earlier were starting to affect you. You knew you had taken way too many. This would kill an ordinary woman even a priestess. You really did not plan on living through this night. Your mission was to reach the Goddess with the most and strongest orgasms of you life or anybodies life. More than likely your heart would rupture. If that happened to you before you had reached the Goddess, then all was lost for you and your country. If you could stay alive long enough to reach the Goddess then your country may have a chance. What happened to you was not important after that.

Now your king was hard and you laid him on his back and mounted him and took him inside you. You moved slowly at first, the faster. You knew that you were going to cum quickly, but that was not the important one. I was good for you, but very light. You knew your body and each time you cum, it took more for you to cum again, but each time your orgasm was more intense. The question was, how many could your body stand before your heart gave out. The king too had his responsibilities. He had to stay with you. His body had to be connected to your as much as possible when you would cum so the Goddess could read his heart. After the first time you start to move up a road to a long mountain of pleasure. You keep this up all night. You change positions constantly. The king cums often and all over you. You swallow as much as you can. Eventually, at the end of the most intense orgasm of you life, you have a heart attack and lose consciousness and are carried back to your temple. The people are both happy and sad. If ever a priestess has ever preformed well, it was you and they all felt that now they might have a chance. On the other hand they had lost the most beloved priestess ever. On your way back to the temple, it started to rain in the middle of the dry season. Nobody knew what this meant, but it was obviously a message from the Goddess.


The rain lasted for seven days and seven nights. It seemed like a curse to the generals. It was impossible to prepare for a battle in this weather. All they could do was wait. At the end of the eight day, the enemy arrived with ten time the men it would take to overwhelm your defenses. You have not regained consciousness yet and are in a comma that nobody thinks you will ever wake from. The enemy’s battle plan is simple. A massive cavalry charge to with boiling oil to burn down the strong wooden gate. The enemy chief sounds the charge and his all of his forces are off at an instant. When they hit the rain soaked low ground around your walls, the horses sink into the mud and are stuck. The men in the rear can not stop and they run over and trample the men in front. They all fall in range of you main force of archers. The victory is complete within minutes. The enemy chief is killed along with half of his men, and the remaining half, run for their lives. They will not be back for a generation. Just as this happens you awake and ask what has happened. Everybody in the room bows to you and tells you that it was you and you alone that have saved them.

Just as soon as you are well enough, there are massive parades and celebration and games in your honor. You are different now after our experience. The excess drugs, that would have killed anyone else, and the intensity of the moment have put you in your own world. There was a legend, in the ancient days, of a great priestess who under went such a transformation. Now your body is in a constant sexually excited state.
The sexual tensions inside you build for no reason at all and then you cum and then it starts again. This happens in public ceremonies and the whole crowd bows to you until you recover. This is the Goddess showing the world her special blessing on you.

This is fantasy that I wrote for a very proper looking and sounding British lady. She likes to post nude photos of herself on the internet. Her husband wants her to have sex with another man. They have tried it a couple of times with friends his, but the friends cannot figure out what they really want from them and the whole thing ends in a comedy of errors. Finally they went to a swinger’s club and decided to fuck each other. They really liked that and do it often now. So I write this out so they can explore this thing in fantasy. I am kind of like a doctor here. It is totally made up. There was supposed to more, but somewhere the energy stopped.




OK Sexy this is the set up of your Erotic Story.

We get to bouncing this idea around between us and I write a few stories and send them to you and you and your husband read them and you both find that after these thoughts have been put into your heads, that sex is now a whole lot better. You start trading ideas back and forth between yourselves and things get pretty steamy. You husband Dave finally says he wants you to try it. You agree to give it a try. The next big question is who, when and all of that stuff. One of your husband’s big concerns is that the guy will think him small and impotent. Neither of you think it is a good idea for him to not be there as that is the point. You need some guy who is totally understanding of Dave’s position. Well, if there is one guy that you both are totally sure will understand Dave’s position it is me. About the only conflict here is you both think that I would prefer that Dave was fucking my wife, like if I had one. Dave feels he can handle that little problem. OK, you figure that I should be the one to start the ball rolling. That means that I have to cum there or you guys have to cum here.

Well believe it or not, I do have my own life and at this time I am right in the middle of my largest survivalist project. I have taken a large, top of the line, recreation vehicle and have made some serious modifications. I have replaced the running gear with that of an old military transport and reinforced the frame. I have replaced the motor with a much bigger multi-fuel flex engine. This thing will run on just about anything from the ordinary to bizarre. The main source of fuel is wood gas, which is made by destructive distillation of wood, grass, paper, or even common house hold trash. This old World
War Two technology. The thing is set up to just throw a garbage can size of just about anything in it and it chops and converts it to wood gas, stores it in high pressure tanks and expels a nice white ash that can be legally dropped into any trash can.. With a full load of chips, wood gas, and a small amount of gasoline the thing has a 1500 mile range. Of course the back bedroom had to be completely used up for all of this. It has a generator/motor hooked into the drive train and a huge battery storage system that gives it a hybrid capability and allows for niceties such a super quite air condition for a whole 24 hours before things need to be charged up. Everything except drinking water is recycled. There is no flush type toilet and human waste goes into the fuel supply. I have it all worked out real sanitary like with no odor. This thing can go just about anywhere and cost almost nothing as far as fuel goes. Of course it has satellite TV and inter net, so you would have total contact with the outside world to what every degree you wanted. It has maximum insulation for heating and cooling so that makes it sound proof. The windows have internal metallic shutters to prevent the escape of any light, so nobody would know if anybody was in it or not. I am taking this monster back to the west coast for some kind of big green type of convention and to visit old friends. Because it is alternate fuel and the most fuel efficient vehicle on the road, it has a free pass to all national parks and such as that.

Well you pop the big question to me, that I am the chosen one, and I think that I have just won the lottery. You guys have always wanted to visit the USA and figure this could work out just fine as you both have your annual vacation coming up around this time anyway. We decide that you will fly to California and then we can work our way back to the east cost and you can see as much of the country as you want on a shoe string budget except for your air fare.

Now for the good part of this thing. As soon as you tell me what you want, I go to work on the state of the art video security system and make a few modifications. The main large area towards the front of this contraption is the living room, which as in all of these things, converts to lots of sleeping space with great ease. I install and disguise six mini pan, tilt, and zoom video cameras around the room. Two are programmed to follow a human voice but avoid the TV and stereo systems. The other three are programmed to follow a tiny ultra sound transmitter that fits into several pieces of jewelry I have just had made for you. The sixth cam over looks the bathtub. Of course there is no reason we can’t use a nice handheld video cam or camera, but the main action will all be recorded automatically. This takes care of your desire to be filmed, as smoothly as I can think of.

OK, that is the background.

I meet you guys in the after noon at LAX and you are tired after the long cramped flight from the UK. We are all a little nervous and are not sure whether to shake hands, hug or, kiss. We split the difference and Dave and I shake hands and you and I hug. You then tell me, “This is silly.”, and give me a nice, just a little bit more than friendly, kiss. Dave laughs at my embarrassment. Hey, when something happens that is too good to be true it is a little awkward. We take a ride out to your new temporary home. Dave thinks it is marvelous but you still have your doubts. When we get inside, you tell me that you are over due for a bath and ask if that is possible? I take you to the bathroom and to your surprise it is an over sized tub built for two as long as they are friendly. When you see me fill the tub in less than 45 seconds with water that is just right, you start to think. Then when I show you the self explanatory water proof panel that lets you control the jets, the bubbles, and the temperature you, start to soften on things a little more. You really like the arrangement of creams, and shampoo that will hold everything in place on the road. It has extra room for all of your stuff. Once you see how the toilet works with no fuss or any nastiness. You are almost on my side. Dave has taken your luggage to a very small bedroom next to the bath and you go start to unpack just enough to get you through your bath.

We leave you alone and we go talk technical men kind of bullshit. You take your time and like how the water feels. You are less nervous then I, but you are not made of stone either. When you do come out, it is clear that you have read all of my stories and know exactly what I like. You are wearing this sheer black top that shows off your breast so very nicely. You have on a jeans skirt that if it was any shorter would be called a wide belt and of course, leather boots. I swallow hard and tell you, “You look really, oh shit lady, you know damn well how you look.” You laugh at me and say that you thought I liked this look. I tell you that I just love that look and nobody can do it like you do.



You sit next to me as I start this thing up and you are shocked that it makes no noise at all. Dave heads back to freshen up just a little while we get underway. I tell you that the first stop is this really great seafood restaurant down at the marina that I found when I was looking for the ultimate shrimp cocktail back in my crime lord days. I call ahead to confirm our reservations. It is a weekday after the lunch hour rush and so the place is only half occupied. This is perfect for us, as in a packed joint, nobody would notice you and if it where empty there would be nobody to notice you.

The pretty girl who acts as our hostess smiles when she sees you walk in and then takes us to our table that faces the bay. You sit in between us, facing the bay, and we are on either side of you. We all order and while we are having a drink, you decide that you need to visit the ladies room. Of course you do not need to go to the rest room at all. You are just looking for a chance to show yourself off to the whole place now. You pretend to be lost and take the long way there so everybody gets a chance to see you. Dave and I love the show and find the other men fun to watch, but that all runs a far second to seeing you do your thing. You return with a big grin on your face and ask us if we liked that. You already knew the answer and did not even wait for our reply.

Lunch was fine and the shrimp cocktails were just as good as I remembered. I treated you guys and we left the restaurant and took a walk along the marina to look at all the multimillion dollar yachts. Dave has the video cam out and is filming us up against the boats. We trade off on this job every few minutes. You have grown increasingly affectionate with both of us in your poses. People have began to wonder just which one of us you are with, if they only new. Dave falls behind us on his turn with camera and I finally grow a few balls and reach down to give you a pat on the behind and then just leave my hand there and start to rub your bum. You are of course not wearing panties and soon I have your skirt riding up over your ass. I am sort of waiting for a response from you when you turn and smile at me and said, “I have been waiting for something like that since we got out of the RV.” I replied, “I guess that first story I wrote for you kind of typed my hand.” Dave of course is just loving this and has the zoom on full close up. You turn around to let him have a shot of you in front of a huge yacht. The nice thing about this skirt is if it rides up in the back, it also rides up in the front and you are standing there with my hand on your ass and your pussy was showing for the entire world to see. Dave loves this. You turn around to face me and reach up to hold my head while you give me a nice affectionate kiss and let Dave circle us to record the moment. I tell you just how hot you are and you say that I have not seen anything yet. You walk me over to a bench and put one foot up on it. This make a great shot for Dave as he walks around filming you. We head on back to the RV and you go back and finish unpacking.

I have opened a bottle of Dom Perignon that I have bought and chilled just for this occasion.



You walk out looking like something out of a sailor’s dream. You are wearing a one piece short dress that is made of a net that that a fair size tuna could swim right through. It shows you off completely. Even I can figure out that I am going to get lucky for sure. Hell, I am lucky already. You walk out into the living room and turn around for us to see. You are such a good girl. You look at us and the freshly opened bottle of Dom Perignon and say, “Well that is pretty good for a back woods kind of guy.” I start to poor us all a very full glass. I hand you yours first, then Dave and Dave proposes at toast to new beginnings. We all kill our glasses to show support for the moment and to fortify our courage. I take out a small box and, open it, and motion for you to turn around. I place what appears to be a small Wedgwood broach on a black velvet choker around your neck “What is this?”, you say. I tell you that this makes three cameras follow your every movement. You ask, “What cameras? I tell you that was the whole idea and I am glad that you don’t see them, even now that you are looking. I then reach into my pocket for a small remote and hit the on button and there you are in living color on the flat screen TV. You start to walk around and notice that three of the cameras follow you everywhere and two of them are only on you when you talk and are on me when I talk. You are impressed and say so. I am happy as hell that you like my efforts. You then notice the one over the bathtub. You take an attitude and ask me if we were watching you while you were taking your bath. I said no. Then you take another attitude and asked me why not? Just wanted you to give a chance to say no. You tell us that you have been converted and this monster RV was just the right thing for our trip across the Good Old USA. Dave pours us another round that kills the bottle. I tell everybody there is no problem and we have back ups with several choices. We all finish this glass of champagne and you reach up around me and give me a nice kiss and pout, and say that I did not tell you if I liked the dress. The truth was you had dominated the conversation and I never had a chance to say much of anything, on this one of my very favorite subjects. Even I knew enough not to defend myself and apologized for the omission and told you that I was simply speechless. I told you the truth at this point and said that I had been dreaming about a girl in a dress like since I was 12 and now here you are. Your smile told me I was off the hook and I started to receive more kisses, longer, slower, and deeper kisses. You, with your arms still around my neck turned us around a little so you could see Dave over my shoulder. While holding me tight, you looked at him for some kind of approval. He started to shake his head yes with a big grin. He was on board. You smiled your approval at him and gave me a real live kiss that made me certain that I had better respond now. Responding to you, looking this good, here and now, was no problem.

While continuing to kiss me, you maneuvered me over to the couch and pushed me down and put one knee on each side of me and asked me if there was anything special that I wanted. I pulled you towards me and put my mouth on your nipple with the stud through it and begin to suck. You seemed to like that and asked me how long had I wanted to do that. I told you since the first time I saw it was pierced in one of your photographs and started to lick and suck it a little harder. You seemed to like it harder so I began to play with your other breast at the same time. You tell me that I am a nice man so I suck harder and began to pinch your other nipple and you give out a little ewe of pleasure. I am just nuts about tits and I love them in my mouth, so we are getting along just fine. The harder that I suck and the harder that I pinch you other nipple, the more you seem to like it and the more you start to grind you pelvis into my crotch. I reach up with my other hand and grab your breast that I am sucking on and take it out of my mouth. You catch right on to what I want and move your other tit into my mouth. I try and tell you that you are a good girl again, but it gets mumbled while I have a mouth full of tit. No problem here, you know what I am telling you.

Now I have you pierced nipple between my thumb and forefinger and start to pinch and pull on the stud. I try and figure out how hard you want me to pull it to give you maximum pleasure with minimum pain. I can tell by how you move to and from me how much pulling that you like and it is clear, you are less worried about the pain and are concentrating on the pleasure. It doesn’t take long for the proper British Lady to loose that cool and collected exterior. You are now down right horny. You are thinking about Dave watching you and you are a little concerned because you can not see his face from this position. You want to please him at the same time you are being pleased, but right now, at this moment your own pleasure and excitement is more important to you. You are not even worried about me. You know I am doing just exactly what I want to do. This tug of war with your tit is exciting for me. It makes me feel good to control your pleasure. I know the hotter I get you the better it will go for me later on and this ispretty God Damn good right now. While continuing to suck you one nipple I reach down for the hem of your dress and start to tug it out from underneath you and try to lift it up. You catch right on and move forward on you knees and the dress jumps up to your waist. As I lift it up across your tits, I have to let your other tit out of my mouth. We get a chance to look each other in the face and we are both happy as to what we are doing. I glance over to Dave and he looks like he may start drooling at any minute. You put your arm’s up and I lift the dress over you head and then help your arms out of the sleeves. You reach down and pull of my shirt over my head while I am trying to get back to your tits. You laugh at my eagerness and are very happy to see that I want to get back to my real job. You start working on my belt buckle and zipper. Finally you put you feet back on the floor and stand up and pull me up with you. You pull down my pants and boxers and push me back down while you tale off my shoes and then my pants. You seem to know exactly what you are doing without even thinking about it. I take a hold of your leg and start to undo the buckle on your boot. You look at me and then decide to go along. You love your boots, but they may get in the way pretty soon. During this whole process you have had a chance to look at Dave and you notice the slight glaze in his eyes and how he has his legs crossed when he gets a woody and does not want it to show. You give him a smile and a wink and you can see he want you to continue.

We are both quit nude now except for your black velvet choker. You touch it and then think to look at yourself on the screen. You are pretty well covered from every angle. You smile and look at Dave and he too is looking at you on the screen. This is kind of fun in its own right. I finally decide to take charge a little and move you away from the couch and lift up the back of the seat and it unfolds to a double bed in one easy motion with the back of the couch still intact. You push me back down and kneel between my legs and start to kiss the head of my cock and it feels so damn good. You look up into my eyes with no shame at all while you lick and kiss and suck. I am now very hard and very happy. I bend down and lift you head up and give you a kiss and tell you, “We don’t want this to be over before it really begins now do we. This was something that you had not considered and said, “Oh that would not do.” I moved over and scooted around on the bed and motioned that you should come kneel in my face first. I told you that you girls can cum all night so why don’t we try to make you happy first. Seemed like logic to you. and you climbed right up and put one knee on each side of my head and I moved down to reach you very sweet pussy. You sat slowly down as I licked and kissed your now very moist outer lips. You leaned forward and put you hands on the back of the couch/bed. This puts you in such a nice and comfortable way for me to lick on you all damned night if you like. You asked me if I liked your very smooth completely bald pussy. I told you that I loved it. You said that you had it waxed just for the trip. I just started to suck on it, but not too hard. You gasped a little and I liked that. I toyed with your outer lips in a circular fashion and then when you started to get used to that, I switched directions. I went in deep for a little bit and then back off. I avoided your clit except for just the occasion lick or kiss. I kept this up getting stronger and stronger and paying a little more attention to that so very nice little button that wears its own hat. I have always thought the Revel’s Bolero was really just a melodic blue print to giving oral to a woman. It was obvious that your time was approaching and so I came up for air and asked you if you might like to turn around. You were so fucking horny that you did not get it and just wanted me to continue. I pulled you down close and lifted my head up to your ear and whispered to you. Why don’t you face Dave when you cum. I used to love that. You go OK. I pull you back down and whisper again and tell you to talk to him and just when you are cuming, shout out that this is for you honey, this is for you. This thought made you hornier than Hell right then and there and you rushed to resituate yourself. You were now on your hands and knees facing your husband Dave. You eased back down on to my face and squirmed around a little to work the kinks out. I had a pillow under my head and we were both very comfortable and I started our little dance one more time. I reached up around your waist to hold you close to me. You tasted wonderful now and your juices were flowing easily and you smelled delightful. You started to talk to Dave and tell him how good this felt. You asked him if he liked watching you receiving pleasure from me. He could only nod. He was too wrapped up in this to say anything right then. You liked that and his excitment excited you. You were grinding me harder and harder. You asked Dave if he wanted to watch me fuck you after we finished here. He told you yes, he really wanted to see that. You told him that you were ready to cum and asked if it was OK. He nodded again. You could feel it starting to break lose inside you. I could feel it too. You were just flowing like a river now. I started to suck your clit just as hard as I could. You gasped and pushed your pussy into my face as hard as you could. You tensed up and I could feel your sweet contractions that I loved so much. You looked at Dave and with your voice high and quivering you told him that you were cuming and then said, “This is for you honey, I am cuming for you, nnnnooww. You then almost collapse and laid down on top of me and just looked at Dave but could not do or say anything. I held you tight against my face, but stayed away from your poor sensitive little clit.

You were all out of breath and had a wonderful sweaty glow all over you. Pretty soon you loosened up a little and told both of us that was great. I started to work on you again with my Bolero routine from the beginning. You started to liven up a little and started to lick and kiss my cock again. You look right at Dave while you are doing this. You ask him if it is OK that you suck my cock. He tells that it is. You tell him that you really like sucking another man in front of him. You take me in your mouth all of the way and then back off a little. The whole time you are looking at Dave. You take me out of your mouth and tell Dave how much fun it is to have your pussy eaten while you are sucking another man’s cock while your sweet husband watches. You tell him how glad you are that he talked you into this. You take me in your mouth again and start to suck me harder. You suck and jack me off at the same time and I am just loving it. You have sucked your man enough times to have it really down. Dave is hotter than all Hell now. He loves this even more than he thought. He can’t help but rub his own cock a little. You ask him how long you should suck my cock. You ask him if he wants me to cum in your mouth or maybe on your tits. He tells you to take it in your mouth. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he is so God Damn horny he can not take much more of this. I turn you around so I can enter you where Dave can watch. You go along with this, but are not real sure. You liked looking at Dave while you were sucking on me. You whisper in my ear that you wanted him to see me cum on you. I whisper in your ear while I am entering you that I will, but not just yet. You slowly slide down my cock and it feels so good to both of us. No matter how good oral sex can be. A pussy was designed to have a cock in it and we are now joined and it is so good. We both give a little gasp and start to kiss each other. It is so good to have our mouths where your pussy and my cock had just been. You are on top and you set the pace. You thrusting your pussy into me and I am just meeting you. You like the control that comes with being on top. I whisper in your ear that we should turn around so you can watch Dave watching you. I then say much louder that I want to fuck you doggie style. You get off me and turn around and I get up behind you and put my dick in you again. You are on your hands and knees and again watching your man. You tell him, ”I am fucking another man now honey. Do you like me to do this?” He tells you that he does. You tell him good, because it feels so damn good that you don’t think you can stop. I tell you that I want you to suck Dave now while I am fucking you. You ask Dave if he wants to be in your mouth while you are being fucked by somebody else. Dave starts to take off his pants that are being held up by a raging hard on. He walks over to us and stands in front of you and you take him in your mouth and start to suck him. He is so damned horny he does not last long. You taste his pre-cum as soon as he is in your mouth. You suck him hard with out using your hands. It is over for Dave in about one minute. He shoots his cum in your mouth and feel his cum hit the back of your throat and you can not keep it all in your mouth. It spurts out the sides. Dave backs away and you swallow what cum is in your mouth and then lick some more off you lips. The rest you just leave on your face. You tell Dave that he tasted extra special today. You then start to fuck me for real and are now planning on getting me to cum. I am concentrating on getting you to cum one more time before I do. I tell you to role over as I want you missionary style now. You are becoming such a good little whore now that you have no problem doing as I ask. I reenter you again and really start to fuck you as hard as I can. You start responding as hard as you can. We are both trying our damnedest to make the other cum as fast as we can. You are so into getting me to cum that you forget your own pleasure, which then starts to take over your body. You can’t control your horniness. The harder you try to make me cum the hornier you get. You soon realize that you are out of control. Your knees start to go weak and you can not do anything any more other than just let me fuck you as hard as I can. Then you cum again and your whole body goes limp and you just give out little moans while I am still fucking you just as hard as I can. I am about to cum myself and pull out of you marvelous pussy. I shoot my load all over you tits. It is a big load and if feels ecstatic to pump it out all over your tits. I back off and lay down besides you and start to rub my cum into your tits. Some of it gets into your nipple stud and. I reach down to you pussy and put my hand in your dripping hole and get my hand as wet as I can and the rub you tits more mixing our cum together. You are too tired to do anything except smile a little. I lay down beside you and give you a kiss and tell you that was the best ever. You kiss me back and look over at Dave and laugh and say, “Well I guess this makes it official, I am now a real live slut.” I add that you are now a great slut. Dave appears happy as all hell about the whole thing.

I get up and head to the john to give you two a minute together. Dave comes over to you and holds you tight and tells you that have no idea of how happy you have made him. You needed that from him. No matter how much fun you have just had, it would all be ruined if he did not really like it. You joke and say, “So you want me to do it again?” He told you hell yes he wanted to do it again. You tell him good because you would just love that. You both start to laugh at each other and call each other perverts.

Well this is the end of the first chapter. In the next chapter we head over to a bar where I used to hang out and shoot pool. This is a working man’s bar and there is always about a ten to one surplus of men. These are not students or college educated fagots. These guys work construction, drive trucks, and get into fights a lot. A classy looking high born British slut would be a real treat for them, a good lot of them at one time maybe.

To be completed on request from a high class British slut.

This is a very true story not even R-rated. It is cute and can tell you a little about me.






CHERRY BOY

This story will not make much sense unless the reader knows a little bit about me. By all accounts, I am considered a very peculiar person who is constantly finding himself in very unusual situations. About eight years ago I embarked on one of my more successful adventures. Let me explain. I am a middle aged, over weight, bald headed, ex-convict who was just released from a federal mental institution to attend college. Somehow, I convinced the government that it was in their best interest to send me back to school when I was 52 years old. That was a pretty good trick all by itself. I had no idea if, what was left of my drug riddled brain, could still compete with these kids or not, but I figured anything was better than where I was at the time. Remember the movie, "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest", where Jack Nicholson gets a lobotomy for being the only sane guy in the whole place? Well that was the very same institution where they had me. The only way they would let me into this school thing, and out of the booby hatch, was if I agreed to take something really hard. I signed up for the Chemical Engineering program as that is considered about the most difficult degree offered at this school.

My very first class was Chemical Engineering 200. Talk about feeling out of place, most of these kids did not even look like they were old enough to drink. Good chance that none of them had ever done time and odds are they would not be able to relate to a man who had just been declared legally insane. Most people might say that they did not really have to find out about my shady past, but unfortunately, one aspect of my mental condition is this problem I have with my mouth. I can't keep it shut about anything. As a matter of fact, that is a big part about how I got busted in the first place.

Anyway, the first day of class was not so bad. There were a lot of women in these engineering classes. That was a pleasant surprise. Most of the women were Asian, which just so happens to be my very favorite kind of female. To be perfectly honest, I am rather fond of most women, but I do have this special thing for Asian women, but how that happened is another story. There was this one girl who caught my eye as soon as I saw her. She was a tall striking looking girl who was a real knock out. You would expect to find a girl who looked like this on the pages of a fashion magazine, or with a little luck in Playboy, but not in an engineering class. Of course the kid was young enough to be my granddaughter, but even mentally defective old perverts like me still have a right to dream. I was sort of curious where she was from. She spoke with a standard California girl accent, so that was no clue. I figured that she was from either Indonesia, Malaysia, or possibly the Philippines. When she said her name was Teresa that pretty well clinched it for me. Teresa is a good Catholic girl's name and the Philippines is a good Catholic country. I spent some time in the Marine Corps when I was younger and traveled a lot in South East Asia. I found the women delightful where ever I went, but if the truth be known, the girls of the Philippines held a special place in my memories.

I make jokes about my mental condition, and to be honest I do not think I am as whacked out as all the doctors tell me, but some of my problems are quite real. My mind wanders all over the place. I have a great deal of trouble concentrating on things that I think I should. This is a real problem when it comes to studying something as boring as chemical engineering. I sit there in class, take one look at Teresa, my mind drops back 30 years and I am reliving a month of US NAVY diving school at Subic Bay in the Philippines. The next thing I know the class is over and I have not learned a thing about laminar flow viscosity something or the other. I have found several ways to work with this problem. One of the best ways is to help other people in the class. I have a real ego problem and it makes me feel terribly brilliant to be able to teach somebody something. Having people depend on me for help, helps me to concentrate on this stuff and of course the best way to learn anything is to teach it to somebody else. Of course there are other benefits that go along with this technique. The one that comes to mind at the moment is that it is a good way for middle aged over weight mental patients to meet girls like Teresa. You see Teresa is way too good looking and entirely too much fun for her own good. She has boy friends, parties to go to and stuff like that which cuts into her study time. The trick was to make sure that Teresa came to me for help first. Young girls can get a little nervous when an old pervert like me comes on too strong.

Well sometime around the second semester she started talking to me about the homework and stuff. We then moved on to little study sessions and such before the tests. Eventually, I became a regular visitor at her home. Her mother was horrified, but her father figured that anything that got his little girl a degree was worth the risk. Although now that I think of it, he did seem to spend a lot of time cleaning his gun collection while
I was over there. Guess you can't blame the guy.

Teresa did not want to be an engineer, but her father had xxxxxx this decision on her. She wanted to do something more social. I told her that just because she got a degree in engineering did not mean she had to work as an engineer. With Teresa's stunning good looks and her ability to talk to anyone, she should do very well in marketing. She asked what was marketing? I told her the chemical engineering world in this country was still dominated by middle aged white guys and she should just take my word for it that they would just love her. That was a big step. She could now see a future for herself at the end of what still looked like a very long tunnel. I eventually moved Teresa off the failing list and onto the honor role. After Teresa graduated she got the highest paying job of any engineer graduating that year, ninety some thousand a year, more, much more, than her father made. I am still an honored guest at their house.

Teresa is a lively girl. She seemed quite interested in my visits to the Philippines. She hit a nerve in one of our first conversations. She said that she did not understand why I had never married. She figured that one of her countrywoman would have snatched me up on my very first visit to the Philippines. I just stuttered around and told her that I was too crazy to get married. Well, that's probably the truth, but she did start my mind on a trip to the past. This is the story of that trip. It is kind of an awkward story. It was a different time and I was a very different person then. In order to understand the story, you have to look at it in context. Teresa got a big laugh out of this story. Her parents did not think it was all that funny.

It was a long time ago, 1966. I was 19 years old and as is normal for a young man, I thought I had to prove myself. The war in Viet Nam was still relative small and we all assumed that it would be short lived. I enlisted in the Marine Corps and volunteered for duty as a rifleman in Viet Nam. During training we were bombarded with stories about the toughest outfit in the Marine Corps, RECON. These guys were just too dangerous. When I finally got to Viet Nam, I was given a chance to volunteer for RECON. As usual they were only looking for a few good men and I was terrible impressed that they had asked me. Like a fool, I went for it. I was lucky enough to be assigned to a good outfit with good leadership. Strangely enough I fit in quite well. In a short time I had volunteered for and been given the job of permanent point man. I was the guy who was out in front of everybody else. If there was a land mine or an ambush, I would hit it first. The job was not just dangerous, it was also an important job and carried a great deal of respect with the other members of my team. I guess that, in a way, I had found what I was looking for. I was an accepted member of an elite Marine Corps combat unit that was fighting a real live shooting war.

As much fun as all of this was, after about four months of this crap without a day off, it all started to wear a little thin. There is such a thing as too much of a good thing. I was due for a break of some kind. The Marine Corps in its infinite wisdom had just the answer for me. Because we were the elite of the Corps, we needed people to be specially trained for special duties. One of these duties was that of the scout swimmer. The training for this job was at the US NAVY diving school at Subic Bay in the Philippines. I volunteered and was accepted and in a few days was on a plane to the P.I. I had no idea what kind of circus I had just signed up for.

Life in Subic Bay was much nicer than my tent in the sands of Chu Lai, Viet Nam. This place had all of the modern conveniences that I could imagine, great food, prepared by professional civilian cooks, clean air-conditioned barracks to live in, clean clothes, clean sheets, clean everything. They even had real flush toilets. This was the life. The school its self was just plain fun. There were a few study type classes, but they were easy. There were a lot of exercises and swimming, but I liked stuff like that. The instructors knew what they were doing and everybody seemed to be having a good time, but all of that was just a sideshow. The main event was all happening off the base in the town of Olongapo.

The place did not look like much. It was a town that made its living catering to the wants and needs of the sailors of the Seventh Fleet who called Subic their home port. The wants and needs of American sailors are pretty much basic, consisting of girls, drink, women, food, women, tattoos, girls, and in general some kind of good time. I was totally unprepared for all of this, but cleaned myself up and followed the other members of my platoon who had come along with me. We went to a bar where our corporal had visited on a previous trip to the Philippines and ordered a beer. As I was about to discover, the Philippines was a great place for a lot of things, not the least of which was a good place to find a drink. They produce some real serious alcohol there and I guess the most famous is their national beer, San Miguel. It is stronger than American beer and because of the high alcohol content, it can be cooled to way below the freezing point of normal water. Most of the bars served it as cold as possible. The Philippines are in the tropics. I mean it is hot there and this super cooled high potency beer was just the right answer to a thirsty young Marine.

Now we get to the awkward part of this story. Most of these bars not only supplied you with beer, but they also supplied you with somebody to help you drink it. It is these bar girls that this story is all about. People are inclined to refer to them as hookers or other derogatory type names and I guess if that is all you want to see, then those names are accurate, but to my mind, those names are very incomplete. These were real live people with real live wants, needs, hopes, feelings, and individual personalities. Yes, I know that they made their living sleeping with people that they were not in love with. Hell, I was making my living by shooting people that I was not even mad at, so who was I to put them down. OK, so much for my speech.

One very important aspect of this story is these ladies were the majority of the population of this town, which I assume, was very much different from every other town in the whole country. What was normal here would be unthinkable anywhere else. These women formed a unique subculture with their own values and rules. One of the peculiarities of this town was its dependence on the fleet. When the fleet was in, every working girl in town was very busy as there were about ten sailors to every girl. At that time, you needed to be in uniform with a handful of twenty-dollar bills to get the time of day from one of them. After all, a girl does have to make a living. On the other hand, when the fleet was out, they were all unemployed and there were about ten girls for every guy in town. Then a different set of rules applied.

How these girls got into this game has to do with poverty, a country with a strong double standard for women and such as that. No matter how they got there or how happy or unhappy they were in this life, at some point most of them wanted out one way or the other. Many of them hoped to earn enough money to get a fresh start somewhere else, but that was difficult for a lot of reasons. Another way out of this game was to find a nice young Sailor or Marine to marry them and take them to the states. This happened a lot and, as far as I can tell, the Americans got the best of the deal. It was difficult for a young lady to get to know a Sailor, who was only in town for a few days, well enough to steer him to the alter, but for a guy who was stationed at Subic Bay for any length of time, this was a real and quite regular phenomena. So like I said before, when the fleet was in, there was one set of rules, when the fleet was out, most of the ladies had a different set of priorities, like snaring a husband. What I have just described is only one small facet of a very complex social system, but it does relate to Teresa's original question. Fortunately for me, the fleet was gone for most of the month I was there. After I had been there awhile, I was fortunate enough to be treated to the gentler side of these ladies character, but before all of that I had to experience yet another facet of this very interesting subculture.

Now back to the bar and my first San Miguel beer. The stuff was simply delicious. It was served by a charming older lady who asked us if we wanted any company. Everybody said yes, so who was I to object. I was introduced to a slightly chubby young lady who turned out to be quite charming if a little on the dumb side. I thought we were getting along fine and she soon asked if she could switch from pineapple juice to beer. Sounded good to me. I noticed that before a half hour was up several of my buddies, after paying a small fee to the charming older lady, had left the bar with their new girlfriends. They were not gone long and soon returned. After a while, my newfound friend suggested that maybe we could go to the hotel next door. I begged off and suggested that we could just talk for a while. After I rejected a couple more of her suggestions, she made some excuse to leave and found somebody else to talk with. The nice older lady who had introduced us soon found me another companion and things seemed to be going just fine when she too suggested that we go next door. Again I begged off. After awhile she also left for greener pastures. By this time, all of my friends had consummated their new relationships and they started to ask me what my problem was. I informed them there was no problem and I was having a fine time right where I was. All of this was true as far as it went.

This went on for sometime and a series of young ladies came and went. Then she showed up. I had noticed her moving about the place for sometime. She was a beautiful girl all decked out in this real shiny long green dress that was cut low in front and had a slit half way up the side. She was tall with lots of long black hair and a spectacular figure. She moved about the place with an air of supreme confidence. She was obviously the queen of this little prom. She had talked to several of the girls that I had been drinking with and then came over to my table and asked if she could buy me a beer. Well this was a turn around. I told her that would be just fine. She started with some small talk about how long I had been in town, was this my first time in the P.I., what was my job in the Marine Corps and stuff like that. She soon started to tease me about my red hair and blue eyes and how Philippina girls thought these things to be very attractive. I turned my usual bright red that I always did under such situations. It was not long before she told me that there was not enough business in the bar tonight and she had decided to go home early. She asked me if I would like to come with her. I stuttered out some kind of excuse as to why I thought that was not a good idea. She told me not to worry. She did not want any money from me. She just thought that this would be a nice way for us to get to know each other. Again, I came up with some weak excuse not to go with her. The other girls sort of had an attitude when I said that I did not want to go with them, but this one just smiled and left in kind of a hurry to go and talk with the other girls who I had turned down earlier. I had just then noticed that they were all sitting at the same table on the other side of the room watching us. The prom queen was speaking in Tagolog (one of the many dialects) and the only part of the conversation that I could understand were the words, "Cherry Boy."

It was at this point in the conversation that all of the other girls started to laugh and giggle. Soon the conversation in Tagolog was being repeated at every table in the whole joint. Fingers were pointing at me and at the sound of the words, "Cherry Boy", all of the girls would start to giggle. Like I said earlier, this was a kind of subculture. These ladies had their own hierarchy of status and prestige. They also had their own sports. It just so happened that their very favorite sport in the whole world was deflowering a 19-year-old virgin Marine. Oh, did I forget to mention that I really was that very thing. I was in a horrible position here. I mean here I was, the chief hard ass of a whole group of professional hard asses. I was used to being treated with a great deal of respect. It was obvious as all Hell that even if these girls knew any of this, they could care less. My whole image was evaporating into thin air at this very moment. These women were out of control. About half a dozen of them came over like sharks to a feeding frenzy. I was surrounded by this crew who were pulling me in different directions and saying things like, "Come with me, it will be fun.", "I won't hurt you little boy.", "I take good care of you, you see." This was every young man's favorite sexual fantasy turned into a nightmare.

The situation demanded an immediate retreat. Of course that was not as simple as it sounds. First of all, I was totally out numbered. Second, remember how I told you that San Miguel beer is a lot stronger than our beer. Well that fact was making itself known to my beleaguered nervous system. I could hardly walk. Nevertheless, I was out of there. Of course the harassment got worse as I started to leave. A couple of girls followed me out to the street and noticed that I got into a taxi like thing they call a jeepny and it was going the wrong way. They went back into the bar and told my friends that I was so drunk that I went the wrong way and was last seen headed into the more dangerous and off limit section of town. My friends, amongst fits of laughter as I was later told, decided that they had better go and find me before I got into real trouble. It took them awhile to arrange for their dates and the bombshell in the green dress to get off work for the night and then they started to search this town for their bashful comrade. They went from bar to bar looking for me and the girls just had to tell everybody in the whole damn town the whole damn story. In the mean time, me and my jeepny driver figured out that I was headed in the wrong direction and for a small fee he drove me right to the front gate of the naval base. The MP's at the gate were a little concerned with my state of intoxication. I told them I was in a lot better shape now than I would be if I stayed in town any longer and they let me back in. A couple of friendly sailors got me back to my barracks and after a cold shower I passed out in my rack.

I was asleep by the time the rest of them came in and nobody even mentioned the problem the next day. We had an average day of SCUBA school and later everybody was heading back into town. They asked me if I was coming. OK, even with as bad as it had gone the night before, I knew that I was not done with this town. I knew that I had to cross this line sometime and the sooner the better. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined a better place to take the plunge than here. It's just that I did not want to do it on center stage, that's all. I told the guys, "Sure, but do we have to go back to the same place?" They all agreed that a new place was in order. Anyplace I wanted was fine with them. I picked out some bar at random and in we all went. We all ordered a beer and one of the girls came over and, with a huge grin on her pretty little face, asked the corporal if they had ever found their friend from the night before. I began to smell a rat. The corporal said yes and that everything was OK. Then in between giggles she asked if he was still a cherry boy and if he was that they should bring him around to her. Of course, I immediately turned bright red. The girl took one look at me, pointed her finger and squealed, "Is he the cherry boy?" There was no point in denying it. The reaction was about the same as the night before. While my so-called friends were doubled over with laughter, I demanded an explanation. They told me about the search the night before. They said that they were worried about me. Ain't it just great to have friends. I asked them if they had to tell everybody. Couldn't they have just looked for me. They said the girls were worried about me too and had come along to help them. The girls must have told the girl here. They suggested that we try another bar. We did and this time it took about a half an hour for the word to spread. It became apparent that I was not going to get any peace as long as I was connected to these guys and I headed off on my own.

Well, it took a little while, but I eventually solved my problem. It took a little longer to distance myself from the dreaded cherry boy image. Finally, about the same time that I realized that this condition was a free pass to the charms of just about every working girl in town, the word went out that the magic moment had passed and I became just one of the boys. Of course this was an absolutely great place to be just one of the boys. Good God it was a wonderful month.

Eventually, the school was over and I returned to Viet Nam and the war. Several years later, after reenlisting to stay in Viet Nam, I was allowed to take a month leave anyplace in the world that I wanted to go. I picked the Philippines. It was another great month and I fell in love with a different girl about every other day or so. When the Marine Corps decided that I had spent too long in Viet Nam, I asked for duty in the Philippines, but they said it was state side or nothing. I decided to get out of the service and try going back to school. It seems as if I am always going back to school.

I realize that my experiences were not typical of Philippine culture. I think that the average Philippina girl would be somewhat horrified if she thought that I thought the girls I knew there were typical of their country. Be that as it may, it all seemed to fit at the time. As to the answer to Teresa's question as how did I escape that end of the world without getting married. Well first of all, it had nothing to do with what these girls were doing for a living. Compared to what I was doing for a living, they were all saints. The only thing I had against the girls I met there was they were all way too attractive, way too friendly and by far there were just too damn many of them to get know in so short a time. I was sort of like a seal chasing a school of fish. There were so many of them that I just could not keep my eye on one of them long enough to catch her. Mostly I guess it was just the timing. I was too young and inexperienced to understand all of the things that I was involved in back in those days. By the time that I figured it all out, it was too late

This is a story that I first started to write for creative writing course about fifteen years ago. It is true story. The first half is sort of an R-rated affair. The second half was inspired by one of the forms that was filled out by my favorite NN friend. There was a comment that was so perfect for the girl in this story that I added the second part. The second part is pretty much my definition of XXX rated.



THERE IS A GOD AND HE LIKES ME


Robert got to the student center about 5:30 in the evening. He was about half an hour early. Nobody was there yet. Robert was the teaching assistant for an organic chemistry lab at the university. On the last day of class two of his students had dreamed up the idea of a class party. Robert knew that by the time most of these kids got done with their finals all they would really be in the mood for was a good night's sleep and he really did not expect much of a showing. The only reason that he was there was because of Karen. Robert had a real thing for Karen. She was not only the class genius, but also the class flirt. When Karen heard people talking about an after final's party she had gone out of her way to let Robert know she was coming. Robert thought that tonight would be the perfect time to finally ask her out.

In about ten minutes Karen came in, by herself and 15 minutes early even. Robert thought that was a good sign. Now all he had to do was to find some way to get her away from the rest of the class when and if they showed up. Karen was wearing a pink dress with a mid-length full skirt and a cute little tight fighting jacket that buttoned up almost to her chin. It was a very pretty outfit, but not exactly what Robert was hoping for. You see, about half way through the quarter Karen had started to wear blouses that were unbuttoned at least one or two buttons too far. Robert loved this and he was about half way convinced that she did it just to get his attention. It got the attention of most of the other guys in the class also. Karen seemed to love this attention and she could barely keep a straight face when a boy would come up to her and ask her some dumb question, just to get a peek down her front. Robert had decided that if Karen wore something kind of sexy to this party that he would take it as a sign that she was interested. Now with this thing that buttoned all the way up to her chin, he was not so sure of himself.

Karen wore almost no make up and her light brown curly hair was attractively arranged. Except for her somewhat exaggerated bust line, tonight she looked just like an eighth grade virgin. This worried Robert. He could never quite figure where she was really coming from. Who was she, the class genius, the class flirt, or an eighth grade virgin?
You see, Robert had spent time in the Marine Corps before going to college and it had taken him awhile to graduate so he was much older than even all of the other graduate students and he was definitely much older than Karen. He was 31 and she must only be about nineteen and he felt somewhat of a fool entertaining these ideas about a girl that much younger than himself.

Karen sat down across the table from Robert, gave him a very impish smile and said, "Hi, am I the only one here yet?" Robert replied that was how it looked to him and they started some small talk about the lab. Karen wanted to know how she had done on the final. Robert told her that only the questions that he had been assigned to grade had been finished so far, but he had looked over her test and he was certain that she would receive an "A" in the class. This was good news for Karen. She had studied her ass for this damn class just to impress this turkey and she was glad to hear it had paid off. Robert asked Karen if she wanted a coke or something and she said that would be nice. Robert started to walk towards the snack bar while Karen got up and followed closely behind him. When he stopped to ask Karen what she wanted, Karen was looking in the other direction and walked right into Robert, boob first. She excused herself and said that she should pay more attention to where she was going. Robert told her not to worry about it and that he was certain he would survive. Things like this had happened a couple of times in lab and Robert was beginning to suspect that just maybe Karen wasn't as clumsy as she appeared. Well that is what he hoped anyway.

They waited for a whole five minutes past the time set for the rest of the people to meet for the party before Karen said that it looked like they were the only ones coming. Robert told her that was about how he had expected things to turn out. He then worked up his nerve and suggested that they need not waste the evening and he offered to take Karen out for dinner. Karen said that would be nice. She didn't even bother to ask him where he planned on taking her. Robert thought that was another good sign. He suggested a spaghetti restaurant in New Port Beach. Karen was just relieved that this fool had finally asked her out. She had already made up her mind that if he didn't make a move by tonight that she was going to have to just flat out ask him out first. Not that she had never done anything like that before, but boys usually felt better when they thought it was their idea. It was a nice little drive to the restaurant and Robert and Karen started to talk about things other than chemistry. Karen began to chatter on about her family. She said that her and her parents had always had a perfect relationship. They had never spanked her or tried to change her behavior with any form of negative reinforcement. They just tried to encourage her to do the things that they thought were best for her. She could tell her parents all of her problems and they always understood. She had been a model child. She always did well in school and had never been in any kind of trouble. There was no doubt about it, hers was the perfect American family.

Anyway, this was how she thought things were until the summer after she finished eighth grade. It was that summer when Karen discovered boys. Well she said that she had really discovered boys a long time before that, but it took awhile before boys discovered Karen. She suspected that it all had something to do with her boobs that had began to show serious signs of development sometime during eighth grade. She didn't care why boys were there, she just liked them and wanted them to like her. Karen told Robert that she had always been a very affectionate girl so it was only natural for her to be affectionate with boys when they finally showed an interest in her. Robert began to like where this story was heading and encouraged Karen to continue. Well the problem was, boys were just a little too affectionate for Karen at this stage of her development. This twist in the plot sounded discouraging to Robert, but he told her to go on. Karen told Robert that she liked the kissing and petting. She liked it a lot. It made her tingle and was exciting, but boys always wanted to go further. She was just not ready for sex yet. Her mother had warned her that boys were this way.

This whole episode happened many years ago, back around 1977 before things like AIDs and such even existed. The sexual revolution was well on its way in some places, but not everywhere. It had especially missed wherever Karen's mother was from. Karen's mother had told her that it wasn't really boy's fault that they were like this. Boys really couldn't help how they were and it was a girl's responsibility to set the rules. She also made it clear to Karen that boys didn't get pregnant, but girls did and when girls did get pregnant, boys usually joined the Navy.

Karen had accepted all of this at face value. It did seem to describe her problem to a tee. She didn't know what to do. She wasn't giving up on boys; that was for certain. She didn't feel she was ready for sex and she surely didn't want to get pregnant. What was she to do? She tried to find a boy who wouldn't push her too far, but she soon realized that it was she who wanted to be affectionate with boys just as much, or even more so, than they wanted her. It was usually she who started it and just when the boy was really into it, she was the one who had to back away. She could see that she was driving them nuts. She figured that they were behaving just as boys should behave. Her mother was right, it was up to the girl to set the rules, but what rules was she to set? It was this summer, the one right before she started high school, that she found the answer to this problem.

It was just at this point in the conversation that they arrived at the restaurant. Robert cursed his timing as he parked the car and got out to open her door. How was he going to get her to finish this story inside a crowded restaurant? They went in and were seated in an out of the way booth. The waitress came and they both ordered the spaghetti dinner and decided to share a bottle of wine. Karen admitted that she wasn't old enough to drink, but if the restaurant didn't mind, neither did she. She said that she was a little warm and asked Robert if it would be OK if she took off her jacket. Robert told her that he didn't see any reason why she shouldn't. He thought this question sounded a little strange. Why would she ask permission to do such an ordinary thing? Karen blushed a little and said that her dress was just a little low cut and she didn't want to embarrass him. Robert perked right up and assured her that would be no problem. The jacket was a four button arrangement with the first button right under her chin. Karen undid this button and then quite slowly and deliberately unbuttoned the remaining buttons, all the while maintaining and impish grin. Robert could clearly see that Karen had told him the truth, the dress was a little low cut, but he was just not ready for the full picture when Karen finally let the jacket slide off of her shoulders. If that dress had been cut just one half of an inch lower, she would have been arrested. Robert was transfixed. The dress gave an illusion of a basket overflowing with boobs that had been gift wrapped just for him. Karen could hardly keep from laughing at Robert's expression. There was no doubt in her mind what the answer to her next question was going to be, but she decided to ask it anyway.
"Do you like it?"

Robert gasped for air and finally squeaked out an answer, "Yes, I do like it. I like it a lot."
Karen asked the next obvious question. "You don't think that it is too low cut do you?"
By this time Robert almost had his wits about him again and lied through his teeth and said, "Oh no, not too low cut at all."

At this point, Karen could pretty well read Robert's mind and decided to change the subject and said, "Now where was I with my story? Oh, now I remember."

Robert had completely forgotten about the story since Karen took off that damn jacket, but he figured now was a good time to get back to it.

Karen started to tell Robert how she solved her first big problem with boys. She had won some math contest and the first prize was a free trip to a math camp in San Diego for the last two weeks of the summer. Two whole weeks without her parents. The very first day she was there, she met a boy and on her first night away from home she sneaked out to meet him. Things started to move right along until they got to that point where she usually left the boys high and dry. This boy had the perfect solution to her problem. It was simplicity itself. He suggested something that she later learned was called oral sex. At first she wasn't real sure about it, but she was desperate to find some way out of this dilemma, so she gave it a try. She kind of liked it. The more she did it, the more she liked it. It was almost like kissing only a little more personal. Right off the bat she could see that this was the answer to all her problems. The boy just loved it and he was ever so appreciative. There was no more of that awkward unsatisfied ending that she had always experienced with other boys. Now instead of everybody being mad at each other when the date was over, they both couldn't wait until the next time to try it again. Also, she found that she could engage in this practice in all kinds of places, under the bleachers, in empty stair wells. At night it was even better. She figured that cars would be perfect, but if you weren't shy, just about any half way secluded place would do.

There were a few other real nice benefits to this thing. The most important one was, as even Karen knew, there was no way in hell she could get pregnant. Also, she still remained a virgin. That should make her father really happy. Then towards the end of her stay in San Diego, she discovered the very best part of all. She managed to talk the boy into returning the favor. This was really exciting. She could see how this whole subject had tremendous possibilities. She couldn't wait to get back home and try this out on a few of her boyfriends back home. She was certain they would go for it. She also couldn't wait to tell her parents that she had finally solved this problem she was having with boys and that they no longer needed worry about her.

It was about this time that their spaghetti dinners arrived. Karen interrupted her story and said that she was starved. She put a forkful of spaghetti into her pretty little mouth and after removing the fork there was just one lone little strand of pasta still protruding out just an inch or so. She gently sucked in the maverick noodle, licked her dainty little lips, and then gave Robert the sweetest and most innocent smile he had ever seen. Karen watched as Robert took a large swallow of wine. It appeared that he couldn't think of single witty thing to say. Karen wondered if she might be over doing it just a bit. Hell, she knew she was over doing it, but what she really wanted to know was if it was working or not. She had spent a whole quarter setting this thing up and she didn't want to scare him off now. She decided to trust her instincts and just assumed she was on the right track.

Robert started to eat his dinner. From the moment Karen had removed her jacket, his eyes had been glued to the neckline of her dress. Now, since that stunt with the spaghetti, he was staring at her mouth. His brain was bewildered, it couldn't figure out which end to lust after. Even with his mind in mass confusion, including the presence of all these visual treats, he was still curious about how her parents had reacted to her big discovery. Before he had a chance to ask her, Karen continued with her story.

Karen told Robert that she didn't like the all girls’ Catholic boarding school that her parents had suddenly decided to send her to. For Christ's sake, they weren't even Catholic. It was the day after she got back from San Diego that they came up with this idea. It was only the night before that she had told them that she had finally solved her problems with boys. She realized that they had been somewhat shocked about her adventures, but she had never dreamed that her parents would do something like this. What was even worse, they had lied to her about it. Instead of admitting that this boarding school was just a way to keep her away from boys, they tried to tell her they were sending her there because it was such a good school. It was at this sad point in her life that poor little Karen realized that her parents weren't quite so perfect after all and that she could no longer trust them to understand all her problems and to encourage her to find the best solution to these problems. She realized that from then on she would have to learn to keep secrets from them and to even lie to them. Although for the life of her she couldn't think of anything that might happen at her new school that she would have to keep a secret from anybody.

Robert laughed so hard that he almost fell off his chair when Karen told him of her parent's response to her big discovery. Karen had anticipated this response and was quietly eating her dinner while he was choking on his.

After he calmed down a bit she told him, "It wasn't that funny. I was crushed. My perfect world had collapsed over night."

Robert told her that he was sorry, but he just couldn't help but laugh, that was the cutest and funniest story he had ever heard. He then asked her how she liked her new school.
Karen told him it was just awful. First of all they had to wear these dumb uniforms everywhere they went and the place was run by the meanest nuns that you could imagine. She said the place was just like a prison, including a gate made out of metal bars that was closed all night long. She said that in fact the place was just a prison. Many of the girls were there because they had gotten into some type of trouble. Karen said at first she had a really bad attitude about the whole thing. She was very angry that her so called perfect parents had sent her to jail just because she liked boys. Most of the girls were Catholic, but a few weren't. They tried to pair up the non-Catholic girls as roommates. It appeared that all of the non-Catholic girls had been sent there for the same reason as she. For all of them, this was just a place where their parents had sent them so they didn't have to worry about their little girls getting pregnant.

Karen told Robert that after a few weeks she calmed down a bit and tried to make the best of things. She could see that there was no point in fighting with the nuns. They were geared up for stuff like that. On the plus side for this place was her roommate. She was really nice. She was a very pretty girl from San Francisco, who had managed to get herself pregnant in the eighth grade. Her parents made her abort the child and sent her here to make sure it never happened again. Even though Karen knew the girl had actually made a real mistake, she still thought that the punishment was too extreme. She told her new roommate that she was sent there just for trying not to get pregnant. Her roommate wanted to know what she meant and so Karen told her about her big discovery. At first her roommate thought Karen was kind of gross. Karen told her that at least with her way, nobody was going to get pregnant. This made some sense to the roommate, but she wanted to know what Karen got out of the whole thing. Karen had forgotten to tell her roommate about the best part, how boys could do the same for girls and it was really quite nice. This thought must have really impressed her roommate.

As the semester went on, Karen and her roommate became good friends. Her roommate missed her boyfriend and was upset that she wasn't allowed to talk to him on the phone, or even to write to him. The nuns censored everything. Karen just missed boys in general.
It was her roommate who first started it. She kept asking Karen what it felt like when a boy kissed her down there. Karen told her that it had only happened a couple of times, but it was great. It wasn't like touching yourself at all. You really never knew what he was about to do next and that made it exciting. It was right after they had come back from the showers that it first happened. Karen told Robert that her ordinarily very shy roommate was just laying on her bed with her bath robe wide open and she asked Karen to do it for her. She said that if boys could do it for girls, then a girl could do it for another girl too. At first Karen took this request as some kind of a dare. Then her roommate said please. Karen wasn't quite sure about this, but there sure as hell weren't any boys around this place and this seemed like it was better than nothing. She said it was a little weird at first. The two girls were too shy with each other to even kiss, but for some reason this ultimate intimacy was OK. Even though Karen didn't know what she was doing, her roommate took to it right off. As it turned out, her roommate was one of those lucky girls who could reach an orgasm very quickly and could have several in a single sexual encounter. This really impressed Karen, who found it difficult to achieve an orgasm and even then it had only happened when she was by herself.

When it was Karen's turn things didn't work out so well at first. She liked it, hell she loved it, but it didn't really lead anywhere. Her roommate tried to please her for an even longer time than Karen had done for her, but it was like she just got up to a certain plateau and stayed there. Well that was just the first time. From then on things got better, a lot better. It wasn't long before Karen also learned how to reach an orgasm with her roommate. Their range of intimacy expanded and after awhile these two little freshman girls in fact became full lovers.

By the time that Karen was ready to go home for the Christmas holidays, she had decided that this place wasn't so bad after all. The nuns had turned in such glowing reports of her that her parents were sure that they had made the right decision. Because she had been such a good girl, Karen's parents actually agreed to let her go on a date with a boy from across the street. Karen had promised to be a good girl and she was. When things started to happen with the young man, she felt and remembered the same excitement that she had experienced with boys in the past, but she resisted and told him no. As had happened before, he didn't like it. Neither did Karen, but now she knew that her relationship with her roommate, as nice as it was, wasn't what she really wanted. The secret to having an orgasm with her roommate was to fantasize that it was a boy who she was with. It was a boy she really wanted.

Karen knew that she had to get out of that school. She also knew that there was no sense trying to convince her parents to let her go to a public school. They were much too happy with this arrangement. She thought about it long and hard and finally she hit on a plan that just might work. It was a dangerous plan, but she was a desperate girl.
She waited until Christmas day to set her plan in motion. She figured that her parents had ruined her whole semester and it was only fair for her to ruin their Christmas. Right before Christmas dinner, she told her mother the story about her wonderful roommate and their beautiful relationship. I mean she told her mother every last little detail, all of it, the whole thing. Her mother was horrified. Her mother tried to hide her feelings and left the room to have a little talk with Karen's father who was in the kitchen carving the Christmas turkey.

Karen heard her father bellow and went into the kitchen with that angelic little smile of hers and said, "What's wrong daddy?" Karen's mother pushed her father into their bedroom and tried to calm him down. He immediately got on the phone to the school. The nuns didn't know what he was talking about. The nuns got a hold of the roommate's family and they also didn't know what was happening. The roommate's family called Karen's parents and said it was all some kind of mistake. They asked Karen to come to the phone. The two girls talked and Karen told her roommate that she had told her parents all about them. Her roommate hung up the phone and admitted to her parents what had happened. Her roommate's parents called Karen's parents back and accused Karen of being some kind of pervert. Karen pretended that she didn't know what all the fuss was all about. Both sets of parents called the school to inform them that neither of their daughters would ever be returning to such a place ever again.

Karen told Robert that she was ever so proud of herself. She got to go to the public high school with all of her old friends and she really didn't mind going to see that funny doctor once a week for the first semester. Karen actually liked the doctor, after all, he was a man and Karen liked men. The doctor liked Karen too. Karen said that she actually thought about trying to seduce the old boy just to teach her parents another lesson, but she figured that might be pushing her luck. Karen and her parents came to a, "Don't ask don't tell", type of an arrangement about her love life from then on.

When Karen started to describe her first sexual encounter with her new roommate, Robert took another large swallow of wine to relieve the lump in his throat. This wasn't the only lump Robert was beginning to have problems with. When Karen got to the end of her story where she manipulated her parents into sending her to a public school, Robert again cracked up. This girl was certainly the greatest thing to come along in his whole life.
Karen wasn't sure if she should have told Robert about her roommate on their first date. She usually saved that story for a second date, after she had pretty well proved to the boy that she wasn't some kind of hard core dike. Robert was older than any of her other boyfriends and had been around more. She figured Robert could handle this tale tonight. Even though this was just their first date, she had known him for four months now. That was a lot longer than most of her affairs with other boyfriends had lasted from start to finish. She liked how he laughed at the end of her story. She thought that she had talked enough for now and would give him a chance to say something.

At the end of Karen's story, after Robert had regained control of his laughter, there was a bit of an awkward silence. Robert couldn't think of anything to say, so he thought the best strategy was to admit that he was dumbfounded. He told Karen that he really didn't have anything to compare with that. Most of the girls he had known in high school were pretty much like Karen was before her big discovery.

Karen realized that she was going to have to carry the ball a little further before Robert loosened up a bit. She told Robert that she couldn't understand what was the matter with other girls. Boys were very easy to figure out and extremely easy to get along with. It was all so simple that she didn't understand why other girls couldn't grasp the concept. She told Robert that the way she saw it, boys were simply consumed with thoughts of sex. As her mother had told her, it wasn't their fault, it is just how things are. Boys will do anything to get laid, lie cheat, steal, or whatever. You could never really trust or even understand a boy until after he got laid. When a boy is horny he will tell any girl that he loves her and the poor guy may actually believe this under the influences of his over active hormones. The obvious solution to this problem was to satisfy his sexual needs as soon as possible, because it is only then that his true personality has a chance to come through. If all the guy wants is sex and if that isn't enough for a girl, she can then move on and try to find somebody who is right for her. That way she hasn't wasted six months of her life deciding if she should or shouldn't.

Robert had to admit that this was just about the most reasonable attitude that he had ever heard from a girl. He told her so and added that she seemed very mature for a girl of her age.

Karen told Robert that he had hit on what she thought was the very crux of her problem. She said that she was very popular in high school. She had lots of boyfriends. She began to laugh at herself and said, "When the word got out about my big discovery about oral sex, I had more boyfriends than I knew what to do with. I would have never thought there was such a problem."

Robert liked to listen to Karen laugh. He also liked to look at how it made her bosom bounce in that wonderful dress she was wearing. He knew that this was the best date that he had ever been on his life.

Karen noticed that again Robert wasn't looking at her eyes and continued to talk. She said, "I was really quite popular for a little fat girl."

Robert felt the need to interject into the conversation and said, "Karen you aren't fat."
Karen replied, "Oh that's very sweet of you to say so Robert, but I really am. That is why I always like to wear dresses with full skirts. It hides the extra weight."
Robert thought to himself, "Sweetheart that dress isn't hiding anything and I thank God for it." This fat thing was one of Robert's pet peeves and he felt he had to make a stand. He told Karen, "Look, I don't care what Vogue magazine says, all men don't like skinny flat chested women."

Karen laughed and said, "And I guess that you just so happen to be one of those men."
Robert replied, "Well yes, as a matter of fact I am."
Karen said, "Yes, I know that."

Robert wasn't real sure he liked just how confident she was with that last statement and asked her, "And just how do you know that?"
Karen laughed so hard that she was afraid that her boobs might bounce right out of the top or her dress. She said, "Well for one thing, you haven't taken your eyes off the front of my dress since I took my jacket off."

Robert was mortified, he turned bright red and stammered, "Gee, I am sorry, but it is just that, well things have never been quite this good before."
Karen was still laughing, but she wanted to tell Robert not to worry. She said, "Don't apologies silly. That is the very effect I had hoped for when I cut the neck line for this dress four inches lower than the pattern called for. I made this dress especially for you and our first date."

Robert wasn't sure of what to make of all this. He knew he liked it, but he was a bit confused. He asked Karen, "How did you know I was going to ask you out tonight?"
Karen told him, "Well to be honest, I didn't. I really thought that I was going to have to ask you out tonight instead."
Robert knew he liked this part, but he was still confused. He said, "What about the party?"

Karen blushed and then started to laugh again, placing one hand across her boobs to keep them in place and holding the other hand out in front of her, indicating for Robert to wait a minute until she got her breath. She then said, "There never was going to be any party."
Robert just looked at her dumbfounded and said, "I don't understand?"
Karen said, "I can see that. Remember a few labs back how Mary and Jeanie, the two girls who asked you to the party, were having a lot of trouble on their lab?
Robert replied, "Yes."

Karen continued, "Didn't it strike you as a little strange how they managed to turn in such good results after they made such a bad start. Did you check to see that the melting point samples and the IR's they turned in were exactly the same as mine?"
Robert gave Karen a stern look and said, "Karen, are you telling me that you and those girls were cheating?"

Karen laughed some more and then replied in her sweet little voice and with her angelic little smile, "Yes teacher, I did. Are you going to spank me?"

Robert told her that he should and he would spank her right here in this very restaurant if he wasn't absolutely sure that she wouldn't enjoy it so much."

Karen replied, "We'll get back to that spanking thing later." She then went on to tell Robert that as a repayment for helping them with their lab, the two girls had agreed to set Robert up with the phony party trick. She told Robert that by the end of the quarter she was getting desperate. She had been bumping into him, bending over his desk with her blouse half way undone to ask him for help that she didn't need. She had dropped a dozen hints about going out and he hadn't responded to any of them. She felt like this was her last chance. She told Robert that she knew he liked her and she knew he didn't have a girlfriend. Why hadn't he asked her out until tonight?

Robert told her that it was against the school policy for teaching assistants to date their students.

Karen was practically outraged. She said, "What? Is that all that was holding you back, a stupid little rule?" "Some war hero you are". She begin to laugh at her anger and said, "Well what made you finally change your mind?"
Robert told her that as of a few hours ago, after he had finished grading her paper, she was no longer his student and he was no longer her teacher. He even admitted rushing through his grading assignment so he would be able to finally ask her out at the party.
Karen liked the part about Robert rushing to finish grading all of the tests just so he could ask her out, but it was now she who was just a little bit confused. She just looked at him with wonderment in her eyes and said, "Well why and hell didn't you just tell me? I wouldn't have had to make such a bloody fool of myself all quarter."
Robert said, "I wasn't sure you really wanted to go out with me."

Karen was now exasperated and asked Robert, "What in God's name did you think I was doing?"

Robert replied, "I don't know. Sometimes I thought that you just like to flirt."
Karen said, "Well that's true. I do like to flirt." Then she added, "I am so very good at you know."
Robert added, "You are a very intelligent, attractive, and personable young lady. I didn't understand why, or even if, you would be attracted to me. I could see how all the guys in the class hovered around you and now you freely admit that you have lots of boyfriends. Why me?"

Karen thought about this for a moment and responded, "I was just getting to that part. Remember when I was saying that I actually had too many boyfriends in high school? You had said something about how mature I seemed."

Robert nodded.

Karen told Robert that she did realize that she was more mature than most boys her age. Maybe it had something to do with her IQ and all her good grades and stuff. She found that it was easy for her to get a boyfriend and she usually didn't have many problems keeping one. The problem was, she was just not happy with them. She eventually decided that it was because most of them were still just boys, as they should be, but for her that wasn't enough. She liked the older boys in high school and now that she was in college, she liked men more than boys. She had heard stories about Robert from some of his former students. These students either liked him a lot or thought he was a jerk. That interested her. She knew that Robert was older. He had been in the war in Viet Nam. He had done well enough as an undergraduate to get a position at the university and he was working on his doctorate. In short he wasn't a kid anymore. When she found out that he was going to teach her lab class, she took an even greater interest. Then on the second day of the lab, when Robert had posted her lab sheet on the board and told everybody that this is what an "A" paper is supposed to be, well that was it. She decided right then and there that she wanted to go out with him. She freely admitted that she had no concept of just how much trouble that was going to be. She knew he liked her, but he just wouldn't ask her out. It was driving her nuts. Of course now she finally understood what the problem was. He was a damned moron.

Robert laughed at Karen's assessment of his intelligence. No doubt about it, he had that one coming. The waitress came and asked them if they wanted anything more. They didn't and the waitress left to prepare the bill. While watching Karen fumble around in her purse, Robert wanted to say something that he thought might make a good impression. Finally he just decided to tell her the truth and said, "Kiddo, this has been the best date of my life and there isn't a doubt in my mind that I will never have another one this good."

Karen pulled out a round flat plastic container from her purse, turned the dial one space and removed a single birth control pill, popped it in her mouth and washed it down with the last of her wine. She looked up at Robert, smiled that sweet little innocent smile of hers and said, "And just think, it isn't even over yet."

The waitress had returned with their bill and had taken all of this in and just looked at Karen, then at Robert, shook her head, put down the bill and left. Karen and Robert just grinned at each other and Robert paid the bill. He helped Karen on with her jacket and was glad to see she didn't bother to button it up. The dress looked even better this way. Now the straps of the dress were concealed by the open jacket and it looked like her bosom was magically holding up the dress instead of the other way around.
They left the restaurant and Robert walked Karen out to his car. He opened the door for her and before she got in, Karen reached both arms up around Robert's neck to give him a kiss. As soon as she did this she realized that it had finally happened. She had been worried about this all night. She was trying to concentrate on the kiss, after all this was the big romantic part of the evening so far, but she started to giggle and it was ruining the magic of the moment.

At first Robert couldn't figure out what was the matter. He was certain that he was supposed to kiss her, but she kept giggling. He had kissed girls before and he wasn't that bad at it. Well none of them had out right laughed in his face anyway. He thought that maybe his mustache was tickling her. He stopped kissing her and started to back away. Karen wouldn't let go of him. He tried to kiss her again, but again she started to giggle. He stopped and asked her what was so funny. Now she really started to giggle. Finally she took her arms from around his neck and stepped back towards the car. She just stood there with her hands on her hips and turned a little to her left and then to her right. To Robert's delight, the street lamp behind him made it very clear what the problem was.
Karen just stood there, still giggling, and watched the smile form on Robert's lips. She said, "Swear to God, this is the one thing that I didn't plan tonight."

At first Robert just looked at her and thought to himself that the silent prayers he had been thinking all night had just been answered. When Karen had reached up to kiss him, both of her breasts had come out of the top of her dress. Karen was just standing there giggling and was making no attempt to cover herself. Karen's breasts were beautiful. The cool sea air was just causing her nipples to start to harden and even in this light she couldn't have looked more lovely or appealing. She was the smartest, prettiest, sexiest, and funniest girl he had ever known. She was standing there revealing herself just for his pleasure and it appeared that she was having more fun doing so than even he was having watching her. He knew that they just didn't come any better than this.

Robert over came his first impulse to just dive right in, and then gently resumed the kiss. Karen stopped her giggling and fell right into it, really into it. When they finally parted, Robert helped Karen into the car where she just sat there with a slightly dazed look on her face, still making no attempt to cover herself. She was babbling something about how she wanted to practice that move so she could do it on purpose some day. Robert shut her door and walked around to the driver's side. He thought to himself.

A) THERE IS A GOD
AND
B) HE LIKES ME

There Is A God And He Likes Me
More Adventures Of Karen

Karen and Roger’s sex life started off with a bang. The next morning Karen wanted to know if she was as good in bed as some of Roger’s other girlfriends were. Roger told she was the best. Karen did not believe him. That was because he was lying. So then he added that she was not only the best, but that she was perfect. Now Karen really did not believe him. Roger asked her if during the whole night had Karen been ready to do almost anything to please him? She said well yes, pretty much. He told her, well that is as good as it gets. Roger was only half lying to her. He could tell Karen’s heart was in the right place and as long as that was true he knew everything else would fall into place. So he told her more of the truth. Sweet Heart, as long as you are that willing and that giving you will always be perfect. Well Karen just ate this all up. Now she had a clear course on just exactly what she had to do to keep her man. She liked the idea of being called perfect and doing whatever Roger asked seemed easy enough for her. Karen and Roger fell into a mild dominate-submissive kind of an arrangement. That soon kind of got turned around.
Roger did not abuse his dominate role. The first thing he got her to do was tell him all of her favorite sexual experiences and all of her sexual wants, needs and desires and most of all the fantasies that she repeated often when she masturbated . This was fun for Karen and she could see it excited the Hell out of him so she never saw the larger plot. Karen’s main lacking was in her inability to experience any primary joy in sex. All of her joy appeared to be in pleasing her partner. As nice as that was, it was incomplete for Roger. To bring a lady to orgasm made him feel like a God Damn hero and he missed that with Karen. So along the way of asking Karen to do so many little things for him, he began to ask her to try things that he thought would please her. The easiest way to do all of this was to convince Karen that she was doing it for his pleasure and not hers. Actually, in the long run this was really true. Roger had learned that to try and force a lady to cum was just about the best way in the world to prevent it from ever happening. Karen could only cum when she masturbated alone. Roger bought a couple of sex vibrators and tried them out one her. At first they were not applied to her sexual areas, but just as sort of a general massage. Then after she was used to the noise and the newness of the things, it was more and more sexual. For the longest time she would just lay there and go nuts with sexual excitement but with no release, yet it was still great for her and she looked forward to doing it again. Roger kind of felt like the guy who could lead his horse to water, but could not get it to drink. Roger began to have Karen hold his hand while he pleasured her. More and more it was Karen who was now running the show and eventually the big moment happened. Everybody was all smiles about it all. Now that she was finally over the wall it was easier and easier to get her to cum when Roger was back in control. A big part of all of this was for Roger to tell her stories and fantasies that would get her going. Soon they were applying all of this to regular kind of intercourse. It all worked so well.
The one thing that Karen needed no instruction in was oral sex. Oral sex was her fallback position for any kind of stress. Also, it was something that she was so comfortable with that it really helped her confidence with any other kind of sex. Karen loved to swallow. She said that in her mind it seemed like not only was this her reward for doing a good job, but also the absolute proof that she had done a good job. Roger had no problem going along with this program, but he soon learned to exploit it. Roger had only a few tricks in his sexual bag and one was his staying power. He could keep it up pretty much as long as it took to get the job done. The idea of Roger cuming in Karen’s mouth excited her so much that Roger could use it to help her reach her own orgasm. During vaginal intercourse he would whisper that he was going to cum in her mouth soon and asked her if it OK. Then he would ask her if she was sure that it was OK. Then he would get her to start begging for him to cum in her mouth. Pretty soon she was over the line and could not stop her orgasm even if she wanted to. It took a few months, but they soon had a very good sex life. Now Roger was no longer a liar. Now she was the best he ever had and she was now very perfect.
Roger’s other big trick in his sexual bag was that he too was really into giving oral sex. He had gotten so good at this that almost every girl he tried it with was amazed at how this loud mouth insensitive braggart had cracked the code on this thing and almost every other guy was clueless about. He would just laugh at them and say that is an easy one. The truth was he just liked to do it. Girls picked up on that and responded to him and after a couple of thousand hours of practice he learned to read them. He liked the whole ride from the tender beginning to the wonderful moment at the end when he could taste her increased flow and feel her contractions of pure pleasure. Roger was a scientist and he had a model in his head of how a woman’s sexual pleasure organs functioned. It did not matter if this was correct, but only that it predicted how she reacted to him. Unlike a man who could only produce and store a limited amount of semen. The primary fluid in a woman’s sexuality was her blood. Roger figured that sexual stimulation caused blood to be stored in her organs and at orgasm the blood was xxxxxx under pressure back in to her blood stream. The path or valve that was the release mechanism also contained the pleasure nerves that sent messages to her pleasure center in her brain. The more blood that she could store up and the greater the pressure difference on release, the better it felt to her. The big difference between men and women was for the most part a woman never really lost her working fluid, blood, while men did run out of semen. There was no logical reason that a woman could not repeat this cycle until some other bodily function crashed and she needed to eat or sleep or some such thing. To him it seemed like every time the release mechanism was triggered it was a little harder to trigger the next time so with each cycle things got better and better. This multiple orgasm thing was Roger’s path to his true selfish goal with women. He loved to see a woman in a terrible state of satisfied confusion whose body felt like a large lump of Jell-O with a big smile on her face and Roger sitting back with the unexpressed attitude of, “She will never find that kind of action anywhere else, she will be back.” Roger just liked women. He liked them hanging around. They were great.
One very important aspect of being a world class pussy eater is to get comfortable so you can keep it up for as long as possible. One way to beat the neck and back pain from being in an unnatural position for so long is to change position every now and then. Roger’s trick was learned from this crazy virgin who he had nothing but oral sex with for hours at time, daily, for a whole damn year. She could have climax after climax until she was xxxxxx to stop from pure exhaustion. The most comfortable position for a guy is a sixty nine with the guy on the bottom with his head on a pillow or two. He can reach up around her waist and hold her butt right down to him and totally get lost in between her legs. Well that is if that is what he likes to do. The lady can have more control as for how far down her throat he can go and does not get choked so much. Yet still she has to do most of the work. So for long periods she should just take a break and lay down on top of him and just sort of caress his cock. Roger liked this best and only when she was really into it or when she was about to cum would she take him into her mouth. This was important to Roger so he could better read her as to where she was at by the way she sucked on him. If you are going to spend the whole day eating pussy this was the best way to stretch it out without cramping up.
This brings up another limitation on Karen’s sexuality. She liked to get oral sex, but she was embarrassed and somewhat ashamed of her own sexual organs. She was way too passive. Roger tried to tell her to just pretend that she was making out with him only with her other lips. She said that she did not have that kind of control down there. Roger told her to do the best she could and hold his head and move it to where ever it felt good. He asked her to actively move her hips too increase her own pleasure. He laughed and told her this is not an I do you and then you do me kind of thing; it is a we do each other kind of thing. Roger figured that she was just too awkward about her own sexual organs and that was what held her back. The solution came just by accident.
They had been invited to a Halloween party and Karen dressed up like a Play Boy Bunny. Karen liked to sow and it was easy to make herself a custom fitted bunny outfit. The only problem was her bush showed out both sides. Roger told her to trim it up. She did. It still showed. She thought that she had made the crotch to small and asked if she should remake it. Roger told her to just shave the whole thing off. She thought that would look funny. Back then nobody did that. Roger told her it might look sexy. Roger told her that he would help her. She smiled and said OK. In a few minute it was gone. She asked Roger how it looked. Roger told her the truth that it looked hot to him. She needed reassurance. Roger figured to start with the pussy kissing lesson again. She asked Roger how he liked kissing her now. Roger told her the truth again and that it was a whole lot nicer. Then it hit him. Roger’s next command as the dominate member was for her to keep it like this from now on. She was no longer allowed to wear panties and must always wear a dress or a skirt. She was required to show herself to him every time he asked and to be properly pussy kissed and then to show herself again every time she thought about her pussy. She was also required to come to him for a kiss at certain times of the day. Well this was a great game and it did the trick. She got over her pussy is dirty problem. It had something to do with the daily ritual of shaving it and making pretty for him and that somehow made it pretty to her. The party was a great success, but I will cover that part later.
There were lots of other things too. Roger loved for her to dress sexy whenever they went out. After the blinding success on their first date, Karen had no problem with this. It was only because of the pressure of living at home did she not do this before. Then something happened that caused them to start to reverse roles. It was a very windy day and Roger dared her to wear a very flimsy short skirt down to the beach. As per the new rules she was not allowed to wear panties. It was only to keep her perfect status in tack did she agree to this one. Well by the time they got there the damned wind had stopped. Karen just laughed at Roger and said, “I was ready Honey. It is not my fault.” They took a walk out on the peer with Roger hoping the wind would pick back up. No luck. Now Karen was out right laughing at his frustration. So, to teach Karen not to mock him, he was the dominate member here, he reached and put his hand under her skirt and started to rub her butt. She just looked up at him and smiled. Ok, now he decided to take it up a step. He put his arm around her waist under her skirt so it showed off her whole butt to the whole world. Karen reached around to fill her butt and realized what Roger had done. At that point, Roger thought that she would try to get away from him or some such thing. Instead, she put her arm around his waist and gave him this look of pure unrestrained joy. There was an extra little wiggle in her step. She had no concept that Roger was trying to embarrass her. She just figured he was improvising to make what was now her fantasy come true and she thought him to be the nicest guy in the whole world for it. They walked out to the end of the peer and she turned to him, put her arms around his neck and gave him a nice long kiss turning around the whole time like in a slow dance to let everybody see her. Then she whispered with a slight pout in her voice, “But nobody can see my pussy now.” She was so disappointed that she had worked herself up to this and now the main part was just beyond her. Roger finally saw the picture. As long as it was him showing her off she was still the innocent victim so it was OK. Roger was the bad guy. So he told her that on the way back down the pier, he would pat her on the butt under her skirt and she could pretend that she was embarrassed and run a head and twirl around to face him. That should make her skirt fly up by accident so to speak. Then he would promise not to it again and she would come back and of course he would do it again. Well, this worked pretty good. It did not fool anybody but Karen. Everybody could see she was having more fun than everybody else there. After they got off the pier, she ran ahead of him trying to get her skirt to blow up some more. While she waited for Roger to get to the car, she kept adjusting her shoes and as he got closer, she just lifted up the front of her skirt and told him to hurry up. She could not wait to get Roger back in the car for a blow job that lasted all the way home.
When they got home she wanted more sex and she wanted it now. She took him in her mouth and alternately sucked him talked about their latest adventure. What did he see?? What did this guy see and that couple on the bench, what did they see? Roger built up the story as much as he could and Karen climbed on top of him and wanted him to tell her what other kind of adventures like that did he want her to do next time. It was obvious that this was now her game. All she needed from him was his permission and she knew just how to get it. Roger told her of a few ideas and she asked question like? What kind of dress or would this one be too sheer of too short. She knew that she was painting a visual picture that he could not say no to. Also, it got him hot as Hell. She told him that this was such a good day that she wanted him to cum in her mouth as many times as he could. She started to use his own tricks that he used on her on him now. She knew he was almost ready, so she moved off down the bed and got on her knees and pulled him up where both his knees where around her. She took him in her mouth and started to do her magic. She licked and sucked and massaged him and then took her tongue to that special little spot right under the head of his cock. She looked up into his eyes as long as she thought he could stand it and then closed her eyes and continued. Soon Roger started to cum like a gusher. She could feel his come shooting into the back of her throat as she sucked and squeezed his cock as hard as she could. Good God, it was great for both of them. She knew he was done for a while so she crawled up in bed with him and put one of her oversized tits in his mouth and told him to suck on this while he dreamed of what they could do next time. Like I told you before, Karen was pretty much perfect.

After a few minutes when Roger was up to talking to her again she started them down a road that would change things between them forever. She very sweetly asked Roger how come he never liked to look her in the eyes when she had him in her mouth. She said sometimes it made her feel like he felt guilty for what she was doing to him. It was like a knife cutting into the most secret part of him. She was right. He did feel guilty about it. There was no way out of this one but try to tell her the truth. He did feel guilty. She was giving way too much. He did not deserve her like this. He was not really good enough for her. Now it was obvious that she was way ahead of him on this subject and had been for some time now. It was only just now that she had found the confidence and courage to bring it up. She assured him that there was no way that he should feel that way and it was not fair for him to cheat her out of the full pleasure of what for her was the sweetest part of the whole act. She said with up most confidence that she was sure that she could work through this with him if he would just let her. That was it. They had traded places. She was now the dominate one, but when she added the part if he would just let her, then there was no way out for him. All he was required to do was let her make him happy. Only a total jerk could deny her this.
She had gotten everything she wanted from that move and it was time to switch the subject. She asked if they could go out for dinner tonight. She smiled at him and told him that would wear something pretty. Roger was fine with all of that. Karen decided to stick with skirt she wore earlier, just for good luck. She put on this beige knit sweater that had more open spaces than closed. It was especially sexy without a bra. Of course she asked if Roger approved. He did and she knew he would. Then while Roger was putting on his shoes, she walked over to him and lifted up her skirt and told him that she was thinking about her pussy again and this was his rules. She put her hand around the back of his head and pulled him into her pussy. Roger reached behind her with both hands and pulled her into his mouth. Pussy kissing was not supposed to be oral sex, but it often finished that way. This time, it was just a little gentle affection and was the perfect thing to make Roger feel more in control of things. Karen broke it off as she knelled down to tie his shoes for him.
They just went to a local Chinese place where they knew they would be seated without a reservation. Karen went out of her way to smile at everybody who she caught staring at her tits. Half of them were so busy looking at her boobs they did not notice. On guy got elbowed by his girlfriend, but he didn’t seem to mind. On the way back to the car Karen ran ahead again and twirled around a few times with her new found confidence. Also, she wanted to keep Roger in a good mood for what she had in mind when they got home.
Karen started to make out with Roger as they got to their door. She would not let him in the apartment. She wanted the people driving by to see her. She put Roger’s hand under her skirt while she kissed him. As Roger rubbed her ass she kissed him harder. When he started to hold up her skirt while rubbing her back, she kissed him harder still. Then she lifted the front of her top to let her tits out. She took one of Roger’s hands and put it on her tit and moved the other one over to hold up her skirt better. She was not letting him out of the door way light until he chickened out. She then lifted off her top and dropped it to the flower bed. She then unbuttoned her skirt and unzipped it. Roger knew he was supposed to let it drop, but he was going to make her ask first. This was a fun game. Karen out smarted him and held one of his hands to her breast while she removed the other one from her back and placed it on her other boob. She pulled away from kissing Roger and with a big smile on her face, she asked if he remembered how much fun it was that first night when her boobs popped out of her dress. Well this time I am doing it on purpose. Now which do you think is more fun? She then gave a little wiggle and the skirt fell to the side walk. Just then a couple of construction worker types drove by in an old truck and honked their horn and waived. Karen turned around to see who it was, smiled at them and gave them a big wave and blew them a kiss and twirled around to give them a show. Then she started to unzip Roger’s fly. The next thing she hears are tire screeching and she turns around to see two large dirty men all smiles coming are way. These guys are ready to party. Roger asked if she wanted to go in now? She bolted for the door while Roger retrieved her clothes. Roger told the two men that apparently she was not really serious about all of this. They laughed and called her a cock tease and left. As they were getting in their truck, Karen opened the door and waved good bye, naked as a J-bird.
Karen was feeling a little foolish now. That one could have gotten out of hand. She asked Roger just how long would he have stayed out there with her if those guys did not show up. Roger laughed back and told her that he would still be out there now. Karen did not believe him. She was right, he was lying, but she knew he was never going to admit it just now. She said, oh yes, I just bet. She began to undress him and pushed him into their bed room. She pushed him on to the bed and took of his shoes and socks and then his pants. She set a pillow under her knees and laughed and said that she might be here a while. She took Roger’s cock in her hands and began to kiss and lick the head while she asked him if she looked good to him today. He laughed at her and told her that she always looked good, but today was special. Roger was hard in just a minute and Karen looked up at him and told him the she wanted to get on top of him and cum first. This was just fine with Roger. She climbed up on him and slid him inside her. She was dripping wet. She told him that tonight might be a new record on how fast she could cum for him. She lifted up on her knees and started to ride him cow girl style. She knew Roger loved to watch her tits bounce up and down the harder she rode him the better, but also she wanted get Roger ready to cum in her mouth when she was done. She asked Roger what his favorite part of the day was and he told it was her out on the peer having more fun than he was. She giggled and said that she was really into it. She asked if he wanted more of stuff like that with her. He told her yes. She started to list different out fits and different ways to show herself off. She told Roger that he should have had the foresight to bring the camera. He agreed that was a missed photo opportunity. She purred that there were going to be a lot more opportunities coming up very soon. She told Roger that he tasted very good to her this afternoon. She asked him if he had any more for her tonight. He told he sure did. She began to go into this ritual they had worked out where she was finally begging him to cum in her mouth. He kept promising that he would wait until after she had cum before he would give her want she wanted so bad. Soon she got up and turned around and lowered her sweet pussy into Roger’s face and took his cock in her mouth. This was the easiest way for her to cum with Roger now. Soon she was lost to it. Roger could feel it coming and put his lips around her clit and sucked licked as hard as she could take it. She just pushed her pussy into his face like she was trying to smother him with it. He could feel her pussy start to contract and feel the pleasure over take her body. After she was done, she turned around on top of him and put her tits in his face just for a minute and told him they were not done yet and then started to crawl down to the foot to the bed and onto her pillow. She began to suck his cock and lick the head in that special spot that always made his toes curl up because it just felt too good. She liked that taste of her own pussy on his cock. She knew he was going to cum soon. She looked up to see him looking down on her. He did not close his eyes or look away like he always did when he was ready to cum in her mouth. It seemed to her that for some reason he could not actually watch when he was really giving her just exactly what he knew that she wanted most of all. She was not going o make a big thing of it now. She knew he was going to try this time and if he had to look away or close his eyes, she was not going to make him feel bad about it, but she really wanted him to see just how happy he was making her while it was all still happening. Roger was thinking about what Karen had told him earlier. He had never really understood why he could not watch her at the last minute. It was like it was just too good for him to stand it. Now the moment was coming again. He could hardly hold it back any longer. Karen was sucking as hard as she could. He looked down at this precious, beautiful young girl whose eyes were full of love for him and all she wanted was to feel his cum in her mouth and throat and to share this moment with him as close as was possible. This was the part that was just too good for him. He finally began to understand it. If he could somehow not follow her and share this to then end, he could keep that little bit of distance from her that somehow protected him for getting totally lost in her. As he looked into her eye and watched her excitement grow he could only fall completely in love with her or look away. Those were his choices. As his cum started to shoot into her mouth she looked the perfect vision of love. It looked like she was starting to cry. After she swallowed the last drop of him she climbed up next to him and again put her boob in his mouth and while he sucked on her she did cry a little while telling him that was the most perfect time they had ever had. Then she pulled her big round titty from his mouth and then started to shower him with kisses all of his face and neck and then stuck her other tit in his mouth and held him like he was the most wonderful person ever born. Roger had just crossed over some imaginary line. From then on he always looked at her and talked to her and told her how beautiful she was while he emptied himself into her mouth. Now there was no way out for him. He was totally in love with her and her wants and needs would always be more important to him than his own. Things would get even better.

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If you would like me to write an erotic fantasy about you, please fill in this questionnaire. Then cut and paste it into a PM an send it to me.

Now for a few details (fantasy details, that is). Your real life information can stay private for a while at least. Try and place a 0 to a 10 next to each question. A zero means I will go out of my way to avoid it and a ten means I will do my best to include it. A one to nine indicates how much you like it or want me to include it, with 1 being low and nine being high. This is mostly to help me understand my audience, but it may also turn me on and I write so much better when I am turned on. I want to write something you like so much that you will want more and we can then learn and understand each other and maybe become friends, if only NN friends. The extra rows you can fill in on your own if you can think of something. I am going to try and do a very good job for you so it might take me a while to finish. We can chat along the way. I have included some things that I think you will not like at all. Just say so. It is important that I know what you hate as much as what you love. It only takes just one small turd in beautiful box of chocolates to ruin the whole box.

Do You Like Or Want???
Fill in (1 to 10)
To give oral to men
To give oral to women
To receive oral from men
To receive oral from women
One lover, male
One Lover female
Multiple lovers male
Multiple lovers female
Multiple lovers male plus one other female
Multiple lovers female plus one male
Mixed lovers male and female
Me to be one of them
To receive anal
To receive cum orally
To receive cum on face
To receive cum on breasts
To swallow cum
Te be put on display in public
To be put on display in private
To be treated like a whore
To be treated like a lady
To have toys (dildos) used on you
To use toys on yourself
To masturbate
To be with old friends
To be with strangers
To have food eaten off of you
To hear dirty talk about you
To have partners your age
To have partners younger
To have partners older
To have mixed age partners
To have partners penis size (1 to 10)
To have partners breasts size (1 to 10)
To be dressed by outfits in your postings
To be dressed by my imagination
To have some of your photos included
To be doubled penetrated
To be photographed
To be videoed
To get caught by your straight friends
To wind up on national TV
To have somebody fondle, kiss, and suck your breast for long periods of time.
To be “Tit Fucked”
To be worshiped
To be humiliated
To be out in the country
To be in the city
To have two husbands at one time
To be one of two equal wives of one husband
To be the submissive wife of a dominant husband and wife
To be with a couple who are a brother and sister at the same time
To be with two brothers
To be with two sisters
To be fisted while everybody watches
To be fisted in private
To wear revealing clothes in public
To wear extremely revealing clothes in public
To have mild pain inflected on you
To inflect mild pain on others
To flash you breast in public
To flash your butt in public
To be a prostitute
To pay for a prostitute
To pee in public
To pee on somebody
To get peed on

To be affectionate in public with
another girl just to let everybody
know you are sleeping with her.

To be affectionate in public with
a girl and a guy just to let everybody
know you are sleeping with them.


To be affectionate in public with
two guys just to let everybody
know you are sleeping with them.


OK add anything else you might think you like or that I should know,OK.

Roger P from the back roads

I met this older guy here on NN who likes to write erotic stories. He sent me a few samples and he is really pretty good at it. I filled out this form he sent me and I added some extra personal data. He freely admits that his primary goal is just to get to know women on here and this a fun way to do that where I get something fun out of it also. He says he has done this for several girls here and some like it and some could care less. After her read my sample questionnaire he says that I am the greatest thing that ever happened to man kind. I think I am just average. He tells me that I am underestimating myself. He suggested that I post this thing here and let you read it and then you tell me who is right. He says it will do great things for my confidence. OK, now cheating now. If you think that I am special tell me why, OK. What question did a answer that impressed you? OK, I was honest here and I want you to be too.


Now for a few details (fantasy details, that is). Your real life information can stay private for a while at least. Try and place a 0 to a 10 next to each question. A zero means I will go out of my way to avoid it and a ten means I will do my best to include it. A one to nine indicates how much you like it or want me to include it, with 1 being low and nine being high. This is mostly to help me understand my audience, but it may also turn me on and I write so much better when I am turned on. I want to write something you like so much that you will want more and we can then learn and understand each other and maybe become friends, if only NN friends. The extra rows you can fill in on your own if you can think of something. I am going to try and do a very good job for you so it might take me a while to finish. We can chat along the way. I have included some things that I think you will not like at all. Just say so. It is important that I know what you hate as much as what you love. It only takes just one small turd in beautiful box of chocolates to ruin the whole box.






Do You Like Or Want???
To give oral to men 100000000
enough said

To give oral to women 9

To receive oral from men 7

To receive oral from women 7

One lover, male 8

One Lover female 2

Multiple lovers male 8

Multiple lovers female 1

Multiple lovers male
plus one other female 10

Multiple lovers female
plus one male 1

Mixed lovers male and female 8

Me to be one of them 5
Doesn’t make too much of a diff.

To receive anal 10

To receive cum orally 5

To receive cum on face 9

To receive cum on breasts 4

To swallow cum 2

Te be put on display in public 5

To be put on display in private 8

To be treated like a whore 0

To be treated like a lady 10

To have toys (dildos)
used on you 9

To use toys on yourself 6

To masturbate 6

To be with old friends 9

To be with strangers 7

To have food eaten off of you 3

To hear dirty talk about you 7

To have partners your age 0

To have partners younger 0

To have partners older 10

To have mixed age partners 1

To have partners penis size
(1 to 10) 8
Technique is more important!!!

To have partners breasts size
(1 to 10) 5
Doesn’t matter

To be dressed by outfits
in your postings 5
I’m usually nude

To be dressed by my
imagination 9

To have some of your
photos included 100000000

To be doubled penetrated 10

To be photographed 8

To be videoed 9

To get caught by your
straight friends 8

To wind up on national TV 0

To have somebody fondle,
kiss, and suck your breast
for long periods of time. 3

To be “Tit Fucked” 2

To be worshiped 2

To be humiliated 1

To be out in the country 8

To be in the city 7

To have two husbands
at one time 9

To be one of two equal
wives of one husband 0

To be the submissive
wife of a dominant
husband and wife 0

To be with a couple
who are a brother
and sister at
the same time 0

To be with two brothers 0

To be with two sisters 0

To be fisted while
everybody watches 8

To be fisted in private 9

To wear revealing
clothes in public 6

To wear extremely
revealing clothes in public 5

To have mild pain
inflected on you 9

To inflect mild
pain on others 5

To flash you breast
in public 1

To flash your
butt in public 1

To be a prostitute 0

To pay for a prostitute 0

To pee in public 0
Please do not include
this at all

To pee on somebody 0

To get peed on 0




Any girl who loves to give oral pleasure to a man at 10 million on a scale of 1 to ten is my kind of girl.
I love the feel of a warm dick in my mouth...
I'm more of a giver than a taker and pleasing my man
like that is the best feeling in the world

How much older do you like you men??
I can make exceptions, but usually nothing under the age
of 40...I don't know what it is, but there is something
about older men that get me hotter than any 18 year
old does...

I have always wanted to marry off some young girl to two husbands. That should be fun, difficult to make believable, but still lots of fun.
I'm a very loyal person and I'm usually not into taken
guys unless their wives/girlfriends are okay with it and
I never sleep with anyone unless my man is okay with it
(I have two boyfriends at the moment, both completely
okay with me being with the other)

Girls who like anal just flat out rock.
I honestly don't see how some girls don't like anal.
They are seriously missing out. As long as it's done
correctly and carefully, anal is amazing and minimally
painful

I never did like the pee thing either, but some girls are nuts about it.
Yeah, those bodily functions should be kept private and
in appropriate places (preferably in a restroom)

I like how you want to be treated like a lady. That is my favorite too.
I like to keep it as classy as possible, I fine it much
more attractive and shows off more true beauty than the
flashy, "whore" look

On the two girls and lots of guys thing, how do you feel about being with another girl and kind of putting on a show just to get the guys all excited so they will do their very best for you??
That may be alright. I'm used to very sensual sex, but
I like the idea of multiple guys at once. Adding a girl
is okay with me, but I'm not sure how I feel about just me
and a woman. I have a very open mind though

How many guys have you ever been with at one in real life??
I was with a guy and a girl in a threesome once, but
never more than one guy/girl at a time

To receive cum in your face is easy, but it will be tricky to have it done to a Lady, LOL. I can work it out somehow.
I usually take it on my mouth/tongue. Never on the eyes.
Even if it's not lady-like, I find it extremely sexy looking
up into the eyes of my man as he cums on my open mouth...

For a lady with at least two husbands, double penetration will sure be easy.
I've always wanted to be dp'ed

I think if you are born to lots of money it will make it easier to mix the lady and the two husbands and lots of kinky sex. LOL.
Sounds sexy

I think you are going to get a few spankings, LOL
Just no hitting the face, BIG turn off for me...

You photos included will be no problem. God, I would love to take some of you myself just special for this project. Now we are getting into my fantasies, LOL
I'd be happy to take requests...I just don't do face pics
where you can see any part of my naked body. I don't mind
my face sucking a dildo or something, but I'm just not
comfortable with full body with face. At least not yet.

I see that walking around in revealing clothes is not a big thing with you, but it turns me on so much I will very likely get carried away and include it. You see I get all excited by this thing and I never really know where it is going. LOL
I dress very conservatively for the most part. I play up
my eyes and make the guys use their imaginations.



Just a little background on me I guess

I'm in LOVE with Michael Jackson (random, but I just happen to be listening to him at the moment, hehehe!!)

I'm 5'2" around 132lbs with green eyes and burgundy hair (dyed from blond)

I'm enlisted in the US Army and currently on the GI Bill and the Green to Gold program, I'm training to become an Air Traffic Control officer

I'm a size 34D bra size

I have my ears and tongue pierced and a tattoo of three stars on my left, inside ankle

I'm was raised a Christian, but I have a very different opinion on too many things to really consider myself a true Christian
My parents raised me to be respectful and never ask why when I'm told to do something. I have fairly decent manners and respect my elders

I have a pretty good sense of humor, I handle stress with jokes and laughter, just my way of dealing with problems

I hate feet, other than my own, but I don't mind other people touching mine, just don't expect me to touch theirs

If you need any other information, I'd be happy to answer any questions you have