Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 57 of 88
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: The Governor of the colony of Nuevo Angelino recognizes that the ad-
hoc educational system in use in his colony isn't producing sponsors -- so he
sends a team to Earth to collect some professional educators with a
Confederacy perspective.  This results in a new and unusual kind of pickup...

Keywords: MF MFF FF M+F mf mF exhib humil inc ir group oral anal toys Mdom
Fdom

The Academy

Chapter 57

Estrella:

	Javier -- my grandson, and in all likelihood, soon to be my sponsor
-- came through the door of his room.  The Decurion was gone, but I knew
better than to be stupid; besides, the erection that led young Javier into
the room was tempting, once I got past the dictates of the morality I was
brought up on.  I felt some residual guilt, but I was being forced -- both by
the situation and by the people around me -- so it wasn't my fault...  Yes, I
was rationalizing.  It was working, wasn't it?

	Perhaps I should explain a few things.  That Javier is a relative and
being with him is incest -- that has all been dealt with.  I tried to
object... and failed.

	But there was another side to all this.  I love the boy -- I always
have!  He's handsome -- beautiful, really -- and well-mannered and pleasant
and young...  Haven't you ever looked at a young person in the full flower of
their youth and beauty and found lust in your heart?  Even though he was
forbidden to me, as he grew into manhood I could not deny the fact that he
held a powerful attraction.  The FIRST thing that came to mind when I would
look at him, working and sweating, shirtless, his muscles sliding under his
youthful, smooth skin, was the fact that I was three times his age and thus
had nothing to offer -- and NOT that sleeping with him would be incest!
'Grandma is a lecherous old woman' was not a thought process I really wanted
to foster...

	Since my divorce from Hector, men haven't been impressive.  Men my
age are set in their ways -- bad ones, mostly.  The places that you meet them
are ALREADY a method of guaranteeing that you're looking at the subset of
males who will be bad mates -- bars and clubs tend not to attract anyone
stellar.  Javier...  Javier was the male that I had the closest relationship
with in the entire world -- and he'd already come through the door to my
heart, long since!  Would it be a surprise to discover that his face, his
body floated before my mind's eye late at night while I tried to replace the
attentions of a man with my fingers or a toy?  There was another opponent
there with everyone else when I blustered about incest -- and it was me!  I
was fighting myself, too!

	Last, but by no means least, was the craving.  Since Hector, men have
been few and far between.  In recent years, I have more or less put the whole
thing away -- something we women do -- or pretend to do -- that aggravates
men, because they cannot.  My experience with the Decurion the night before
did not bring back fond memories -- but when my lips enveloped Javier's
beautiful cock, the key turned in the lock and I was fully a woman again.  By
the time I swallowed his seed, I wanted more...

	I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees together and my hands in
my lap.  "I'm sorry I'm an old woman," I began.

	"You won't be," Javier replied.  "You'll be eighteen again."

	"But for now I'm not," I replied, "so my tetas sag and my cosita
looks worn and used -- and, yes, my culo does, too."

	Javier shrugged.  "You are experienced, Gr -- Estrella.  That is a
good thing.  I am not concerned."

	"Very well," I replied.  "Do you wish to learn how to seduce a woman,
or merely to pleasure one who is already tamed and cooperating?"

	Javier cocked his head.  "Which do you think is better?"

	"For tonight?  The latter, I think.  Seduction is much easier when
you don't have to deal with old wrinkled things.  Shall we begin?"  I cupped
my breasts.  "I don't have your mother's tetas, but then they come in a
variety of shapes and sizes."

	"And they are all wondrous," Javier replied, moving forward to take
one of mine and handle it, examining it with glowing eyes.

	"Talk like that will help you when it is time to learn about
seduction," I purred.  His fingers found my nipple, so I started there,
croaking, "Nipples.  They aren't the place to start during a seduction, but
once a woman is aroused -- or even inclined to allow you to continue -- they
are a powerful erogenous zone.  On some women they stand up all the time, but
on most, they only stiffen with arousal or a chill.  Mine are old and gristly
and baby-chewed -- and they like to be chewed and squeezed and pulled and
twisted -- but a young girls may be tender..."  He was experimenting, so I
offered advice, as it could only add to my pleasure, "Go ahead and bear down
some...  Yes, like that..."  The resulting manipulations made me wet in the
depths of my womanhood.  "Every man seems to consider a woman's breasts to be
his favorite toy; fortunately, we benefit from the attention..."  I stopped
to draw in a breath, feeling that weakness and lassitude that signals
surrender.  "Chew the other one a little, my love..."  Javier sucked it in
and applied his teeth, oh, so carefully...  "More..." I croaked, as the fires
began to build.  "Yesss..."  My hand found his erection and gripped the shaft
gently as I slid my fingers up and down it; Javier groaned into my chest.

	"Not yet," he gasped.  "Show me..."

	I released him and pressed on his shoulders so that he stepped back,
and then scooted back just a tiny bit on the bed, pulled my feet up and
spread them.  I've always been limber; this was positively lewd!  "Here it
is," I husked, pulling open my outer lips and then the inner ones.  "Under
this fold here, this hood, is my clitoris.  It is a bundle of nerves and the
key to bringing a woman to her peak.  Some women can orgasm from your efforts
in her vagina alone, but most need to be stimulated here, too.  Touching a
woman here is certain to get her attention.  Feel for it -- gently -- it is
very sensitive.  Some women cannot bear to have it touched directly, so you
can attack it through the hood, but you should know what you're looking for
-- that bump of flesh, there..."  His finger found it, electrifying me; I
gasped and stiffened and he snatched his hand away.  "No, it's fine -- I TOLD
you it is sensitive!  It was pleasure you granted me, not pain..."  I invited
him back.  He rubbed along the outside of the hood and I closed my eyes and
drew a breath as the pleasure and arousal beckoned.  "It erects, like a
penis, only smaller -- and it varies in size from woman to woman, so it can
be hard to find in some -- but it is there, under the hood, between the inner
lips..."  I rocked a little bit, back and forth, enjoying it perhaps more
than I should have.  Reaching down, I made a 'V' with my fingers and pointed
out my outer lips, "The outer lips are generally closed, leaving just a
crack; when they get pink and puffy and swell and open, it is a sign of
arousal, of preparation for your penis.  The inner lips can be almost
nonexistent, or they can be long and rubbery -- they are thin and mostly made
up of skin.  Mine are... somewhere between..."  Javier continued to stimulate
my clitoris, which was a distraction.  I paused and panted a bit, gasping,
"You are too good at that!" -- and then gathered myself.  "Use your finger --
find the opening...  It is low down..."  Javier did so.  "Go ahead --
penetrate me!"

	"This is it..."  Javier wormed his finger inside me.  "And this feels
good?"

	"Oh, yes!"  I tried not to pant.  "Turn your palm up and go deep.
Feel the upper surface.  Feel that rough area?  That is the 'G' spot.  It is
a center of sensation in my vagina.  If you..."  But he was already rubbing
it!  "Yesss..."  My belly buzzed as if it were being exposed to a low-voltage
electrical current.

	"So this is how it's done..." Javier mused.

	"Yes," I gasped.  "The only other thing...  Just as a mouth feels
wonderful on your penis, if you attack my clitoris with your lips and tongue
and drive your tongue into my vagina, it is extremely pleasant and likely to
cause an orgasm."

	"Yesss..."  Javier went to one knee and pulled away the hand
manipulating my clitoris and replaced it with his lips...

	"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"  I was transported!  He stopped and I flopped
back, unable to maintain my froglike position, but I reached for his head and
pulled his face back into my womanhood shamelessly.  "More!"

	For a short but incredible time I was without the will to stop; I
rubbed my womanhood all over Javier's face as his tongue and lips brought me
more and more intense pleasure.  My secretions flowed freely, wetting his
face and my entire crotch.  His tongue and lips on my clitoris wound me
tighter and tighter until I was rigid, immobile -- and then something went
'POP!' and I screamed in release!  I humped and thrashed and made incoherent
sounds and acted like a total slut -- but I needed it too badly to feel any
shame over it.  When I flopped back and released his head, Javier laughed and
wiped my secretions from his face, "So, did I get it right?"

	I laughed deliriously.  He stood and muttered, "I think I understand
the next part..."  Then he grabbed my hips and drew me back to the very edge
of the bed, stood, and placed the tip of his probe at my portal.

	I offered nothing in the way of argument or struggle; instead, I
smiled and pulled my legs up, granting him full access. It was time...  He
pushed forward and I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the feel of his
stiff shaft as it pushed past my opening and into my depths.  I discovered
that I needed this SO much more than I'd ever realized!  He filled me and it
was Heaven -- then his hips began to cycle and it went beyond!  Orgasm
gripped me in mere moments -- and I pulled Javier along with me, reveling as
he surged and groaned and pulsed his seed into my depths.  He cycled slowly
in my tunnel for a few moments, then his eyes lit, and he again took charge,
asserting himself and setting a new rhythm; we weren't done...

	What followed was for me a series of incredible, eternal moments
linked by very short periods of relative sanity.  I must have peaked a dozen
times before Javier again exploded into my depths and collapsed atop me.
Listless, I did my best to lug him onto the bed; only his youth and energy
granted me the assistance that made it work.  When we settled, he covered my
body again -- and I reveled in it...  I think the AI shut off the lights.

Troy:

	"What about a couple?" Bitch asked me.  Bitch's name was apparently
Eleanor, but I didn't want to call her that.  Slut seemed so general -- more
a descriptive -- so I settled on 'Bitch' or 'my Bitch' for now.  I'd brought
her back to my quarters after dinner and knelt her up and fucked the living
dog shit out of her -- and as before, she handled it really well...  Now we
were stretched out side by side on the bed, relaxing.  The kid was in another
room, being entertained by a video or something.  He didn't seem terribly
excited by the whole thing, as far as I could tell...  I figure he had a long
talk with his mother when she decided to become my slut -- yeah, okay,
concubine!

	I said, "Huh?  What the fuck for?  I don't get it."

	"Okay..." Bitch mused, "Let's say that the woman is flexible.  You're
gonna be pushing her regularly, though, right -- even if it's a little bit?
So she'll need help recovering.  The man isn't directly involved, so he can
be all upset and outraged and supportive and stuff -- not to mention the fact
that he can take care of the kids.  When she's dumped out, he can help her
put herself back together.  There's also the fact that you can work on him
and get part of your jollies that way."

	I grimaced.  "I'm not into fucking guys."

	"You don't have to be," Bitch replied.  "Remember that video they put
up the other day?"

	"Yeah," I grunted.  "Dude got fucked."

	"Yes, but he ALSO did a lot of OTHER stuff!" Bitch pointed out.
"Like actually sticking those guys' dicks in his old lady, for instance.
That would work on a guy, I bet."

	"Yeah, I see that..."  Bitch had a point.

	"Besides, it's not about fucking or getting head, anyway, is it,
Master?  It's about domination.  I bet you can fuck a guy to prove you own
him..." Bitch eyed me sidelong.

	I thought about it.  "Bitch, you're too sneaky for your own good.
Yeah, you're probably right..."

	Bitch smiled.  "It's the mission you gave me.  I want to succeed."

	I cocked my head, eyeing her.  "So what do you figure your job is,
anyway?"

	Bitch looked me dead in the eye, "It's my job to do anything you ask
of me, to the absolute best of my ability.  It's my job to meet every
challenge you set for me.  It's my job to be perfect."

	"That's quite a job," I retorted, grinning, "What if you don't
measure up?"

	She didn't back down.  "Then I expect you to punish me."

	"What if I decide not to be fair about it?"

	She STILL didn't back down!  "Then you won't be.  And if I fail,
you'll still punish me -- probably because you wanted to in the first place."

	"And so you'll put up with whatever fiendish punishments I come up
with?" I asked.

	She shrugged.  "It's my job."

	I was amazed.  "Have you done this before?"

	She looked pensive.  "Well, yes and no.  My father ruled my family
and didn't take any crap.  My husband treated me like a servant.  The
difference between the two of them was that Daddy paid attention.  He was...
vigilant.  My husband didn't care; I was part of the furniture unless
something went wrong -- and then I was just worthless.  When I was on my own
at school, no one ever noticed me, until I met my husband -- but he was just
looking for a servant, and would rather have had a robot, probably.  You're
like Daddy -- you pay attention and you crack the whip.  Even if you're
pissed -- even if I screw up and you punish me -- it's attention.  Whether
you fuck me or you slap me around, it's STILL attention.  If you're watching
me like a hawk and jumping on everything I do wrong, you're STILL watching
me.  I really didn't like being furniture.  I want to work hard and earn your
approval -- or be punished for not meeting your standards."

	"So if I kick your ass?" I queried.

	"I'll assume that I earned it," she replied, "or, at the very least,
you needed to beat on somebody and I'm handy."

	"I can think of a hundred little sadistic things I've wanted to do to
a woman one time or another," I threatened.

	"Here I am...  Her gaze was level.

	"What if I decide to ignore you?"

	"You'll be punishing me," she replied calmly.  "It's not your way,
but I've handed it to you as a tactic.  I'll suffer through it.  You'll know
and I'll know it's deliberate, so..."

	I snorted.  "So it's attention, even though it isn't."

	She smiled.  "Something like that."  Then her eyes popped.  "Oh!  I
had an idea!"

	"What?"

	"If you get a couple, you can get one with a girl -- thirteen, maybe
fourteen -- and you can use HER against BOTH of THEM..."

	I was amazed!  "That's fucking BRILLIANT!  I can turn the daughter
into total fuck-meat -- right in front of her parent's eyes!  And then I can
start on the mother..."  Damn!  What a plan!

	"You know, Master, long-term..." Bitch mused.

	"Long-term, I will have created three perfect slaves," I replied.
"Someone else will benefit, but is that so bad?"  I grinned evilly -- and
Bitch grinned back.

	I'm going to keep her -- she's too fucking perfect NOT to!

Jack:

	Beth picked dinner Thursday evening to ask, "Jack, Sweetie, are we
going to be taking on any couples?"

	Brilliant conversationalist that I am, I said, "Huh?"

	The AI practiced discretion for once, transmitting, <Your current
concubine headcount could become stressful without assistance, Lieutenant
Harper.>  I think it was only the fact that we were in a room with several
hundred people and it couldn't limit my embarrassment to the immediate group
effectively.

	"I am, and I'm pretty sure Ollie is," Vera announced.  Oliver looked
up, looked thoughtful, shrugged and nodded.

	"I almost have to," Maureen muttered.  She didn't look particularly
happy about it, though; Tony apparently had made a serious impression on her.

	Chief looked guilty.  "I can't.  Different rules."  Chief looked
guilty a lot these days -- but Judith kept inviting him to the 'family'
dinner, and he kept coming -- and they kept going back to his place...

	"Yeah, well, I probably need to give it some thought," I muttered.

	"We're kind of setting the example," Frieda pointed out.  "You had
Abe poke them in the eye..."

	"Maybe we'll take a look at it tomorrow," I said, largely to get off
the hook.  Then I had an idea...  "We might cut to the chase and take on a
male with kids.  I have a candidate in mind."  That got surprise and approval
from several sources...

	Judith whispered in Chief's ear and he muttered, "We'll be going..."
He got up, looking embarrassed; Judith merely smiled and waved at everyone.

	I must have been bleeding bandwidth, somewhere, because the AI
suddenly transmitted, <Chief Slocum's problem does have more than one
solution.>  We went back and forth for a bit and I made a mental note to talk
to Chief in private.

Farris Lieberman:

	"I can't understand why everyone insists upon treating me as a
pariah!" I complained.  I was seated at the table where most of the Brinkman
group usually gathered for dinner.  I generally came late, in order to catch
the largest number of them present, even though it usually ended in my eating
alone, as they all seemed to be very quick eaters.  Many had already departed
from this meal while I was collecting my food.  "I've offered to take on
several of those still unassigned, and everyone treats me as if I were
diseased.  I'm only the most brilliant member of the team..."  There were a
couple of grunts of agreement and some shaking of heads.

	"Perhaps you're seen as being too busy," someone offered.  There was
a titter; I glanced around, looking for the culprit, but didn't find her.

	"Perhaps," I allowed.  "Still, one would think that being able to
work under my supervision could only improve someone's lot..."

	"If nothing else, such a person could apply for sainthood," someone
muttered.

	"Excuse me?" I insisted, "I should think that the intellectual
stimulation alone might improve the individual's CAP score..."

	"Um, yes, quite..."  Several people got up, chattering about it.
Perhaps I would garner something after all if I continued advertising...

	That left basically myself and Harriet Flanders at the table.
Harriet hadn't been anyone's cup of tea at the start, despite being sometimes
overly friendly with the male staff -- not in the form of sexual liaisons,
since she wasn't that appetizing, but more in the form of aggressive
mothering.  I, personally, hadn't gotten attention in this form from her, but
I'd heard complaints from others.  Rumor had it that she tended to invade
one's personal space without invitation.  She had this habit -- one I HAD
observed -- of calling everyone 'Honey' and patting them here and there.  At
a recent staff meeting, Dr. Chambers had requested more than the minimum
reconstruction on Harriet, and the results were gratifying; the big,
arthritic knees she tended to display under skirts a tad too short looked
better and clearly worked better, as she no longer had the rocking gait of an
octogenarian.  There had been various other adjustments, too; Marilyn Monroe
she wasn't, but one could sit and look at her without serious illness.  She
could now hold her head up in the circa-thirty-five age group, actually
somewhat more trim than many of the mothers wandering around.  She was still
Harriet, though, and retained her tendency toward bald speech...

	"That seemed effective," I declared.  "Pretty soon, someone will see
the benefit..."

	"Jesus Christ, Farris!" Harriet erupted.  "Everyone ELSE knows you're
an asshole -- how come YOU didn't get the memo?"

	"Wh-what?" I stammered.

	"You're a complete idiot -- do you know that?  You don't need a
concubine, you need a keeper!  But no one is going to volunteer to put up
with the two of you..."

	"Two?"  I continued to be flabbergasted.

	"You and your ego!"

	"Madam!"

	"Oh, shut up!" Harriet snapped.  "If you are such a brilliant
scientist, where are your powers of observation?  People run to get away from
you!  No one wants to listen to your bullshit!"

	"Why are YOU still here?" I demanded.

	"I have a bad reputation, too," Harriet muttered.  "I tend to get
into people's faces.  I'm a case of arrested development; taking care of
Mother caused me to lose out on a lot of things..."

	"So this is the pariah's table..." I sighed.

	"Once we arrive," Harriet agreed.  We sat and stewed for a bit, then
Harriet asked, "Aren't you gay?"

	"WHAT?"

	"Well, you're very prissy, you know?  That's usually a marker..."

	"I don't know WHAT you're talking about!" I blustered.

	"Well, okay, how long has it been?" she asked.

	"How long has it been since what?" I retorted, fearing the worst.

	"Since you had sex with a woman."

	"That's private information!" I blustered.  "VERY private!"

	"Oh, come now!" Harriet snorted.

	"I, well, I occasionally obtain the services of a professional..." I
admitted.  "Every few months."

	"You're doing better than me!" Harriet replied, "It's been YEARS!"

	"I should have thought..." I began.

	"Oh, come ON!" Harriet retorted.  "You KNOW what I looked like!"

	"Well, you've been cleaned up considerably," I pointed out.  "When I
look around..."

	Harriet sighed.  "My reputation precedes me -- like yours does you."

	"Yes, well..."  I was suddenly uncomfortable.  "Perhaps we can help
one another."

	"Maybe."  Harriet eyed me.  "You need a keeper -- and I'm good at
that.  Problem is, you're a sponsor and I'm a concubine and the roles are
wrong."

	"I need a keeper?" I asked, affronted.  "Why on Earth do I...?"

	"Do you REALLY think you're the premier member of the Brinkman team?"
Harriet asked.  "You know, no one else does..."

	"Well, who is, then?"

	"Doctor Hopkins would be MY choice," Harriet replied, "But Doctor
Chambers might be the one."

	"So I run a poor third?" I rasped.

	"Not poor -- but because of the way you pretend to be in first,
people figure you're worse off than you are."

	"If I don't advertise my accomplishments..." I blustered.

	"Someone else will, if they are real!" Harriet cut me off.

	"All right," I rasped.  "So, I need a keeper.  What do YOU need?"

	"I need a man!" she retorted, adding nastily, "Know any?"

	"I'll have you to know...!"

	"Prove it!"

	"Surely you jest!"

	Harriet looked away.  "I wasn't quite done," she murmured.  "They
brought me back.  I can have children again -- and I'm going NUTS!  I see
male concubines wandering around with their dicks hanging out...  I never had
a social life on the first pass -- Mother kept me at home at night, taking
care of her.  The rules here -- I don't know how they work!  Everybody seems
to be collecting three or four mates, but nobody will even LOOK at me..."  I
realized that the woman was crying...

	"It's just sex..." I opined.

	"There's no 'just' about it!" she retorted.  "Not when you want it!
Not when you've done virtually without for thirty years!"  She locked eyes
with me.  "Look, you said it yourself -- it's been a while for you, too.  Why
don't we go to your place and fuck.  We don't have to make love -- in fact, I
really don't want you to talk at all, because you'll probably say something
stupid and kill things.  We'll just go to your place and you can go hog wild
and I can go hog wild and then I'll go back to my place -- and tomorrow we
can both pretend that it didn't happen-- okay?"

	This CERTAINLY made my top ten list of odd propositions!  "I..."

	"No, don't say anything.  We'll just put up our trays and I'll meet
you in the hallway.  Just go home; I'll follow you.  No one has to know.  You
let me in and sink your pole in me and..."  She paused.  "All right?  Just
nod."  Then she waited, eyeing me nervously.

	Now, to tell the truth, I'd had myself mildly augmented in
anticipation of collecting several concubines -- and the itch was upon me.
Harriet, well, as I've indicated, the extra work done made her competitive.
Could we do this?  Could we keep things professional, afterward?  "No
protestations of undying affection?" I asked, breaking her rule of silence.

	"None.  Just sex."  Harriet seemed relieved despite my outburst; I
realized that it was because she knew I was considering her proposal
seriously.

	"Very well."  I nodded.

	"Are you done eating?" she asked.

	"Yes."

	"You really should eat more vegetables..."

	"Harriet..."

	"Sorry.  After you."  We got up and recycled our trays and I led her
forth.  As promised, she stayed a few feet behind me -- which was patently
unnecessary, as we met no one we knew on the way.  I merely opened my door
and waited on her.  Once inside, she asked, "Bedroom?"  I nodded and we
entered mine.  There she went to work on my clothing.

	I had no problem exhibiting the gallant reflex, as it turned out.
Harriet eyed it in surprise and said, "Oh!  That's nice!  I had a rubber
one..." her voice trailed off and she blushed.  I nodded, smiling, maintaining
my silence, thinking, 'The poor woman...!'

	Once I was undressed, she approached my erection.  "I could try to
give you a blowjob -- but I'm not practiced, by any means..."

	I pursed my lips.  "We really need to employ some rudimentary
communication."

	"All right, as long as we keep to the subject," she admonished.

	"I'm not practiced at cunnilingus, either -- it's not something you
do with a professional -- but I could attempt..." I offered.

	"All right...  How?"

	"Soixante-neuf?" I offered.  "Sixty-nine?"

	"That sounds good.  Who's on top?"

	"You, I think."  Despite alterations, she was still somewhat...
thick, perhaps -- or husky.  She probably outweighed me.  But I believed that
we would do better that way, anyway.  I placed myself supine on the bed and
waved for her to position herself above me.

	She had pubic fur, but the growth wasn't aggressive.  Her outer labia
were pink and puffy already -- and spread to display the pink inner channel.
Her inner lips were vestigial, and her clitoris wasn't visible...  I took a
break in my examination at that point to deal with the sensory earthquake
caused by her lips rolling over my glans.  "Ahhhh, God!"  She appeared to
have the concepts down pat...  I placed my thumbs on her outer labia, opening
them further, and went delving for her clitoris with my tongue.

	It was in there, deep; I found the bump and Harriet went "Ooooommmm!"
around my erection, confirming the fact that I was on target.  It hardened
and thickened, swelling under my questing tongue and Harriet began shifting
and grunting, clearly affected by my efforts.

	Meanwhile, I had no real complaints with her oral skills; without the
distraction of my efforts at her vagina, I would have ejaculated in her mouth
very early on!  She got VERY serious about what she was doing and felt as
though she was absorbing a considerable amount of my length; I attempted to
balance my enjoyment with attention to my efforts at her portal.

	I succeeded.  In a very short time, Harriet went rigid and released
my member so she could screech "OMIGAAAAAWD!!!"  I wrapped my arms around the
small of her back so I could hang on and remain reasonably on target with my
efforts while she jumped and jiggled.

	When she'd settled down a bit, she batted at my hands, gasping,
"Stop!  I need to recover a little!"  I flopped back and she attacked my
erection again -- and what she lacked in technique, she made up in earnest
effort!  Semen began to boil in my testicles and I gasped out a warning --
but she kept on sucking!  Lacking the necessary motivation to throw her off,
I took the coward's way out -- and ejaculated in her mouth, planning to
apologize and blame an inability to muster the strength...

	Her reaction indicated that it was clearly not an issue.  In the
first place, she drank right down what felt to me like a copious flood; I
pulsed into her mouth several times and could feel the back-pressure as the
squirts left my penis.  In the second place, she kept sucking, milking me
until I could stand it no longer and ended up pushing on her buttocks in a
gasping attempt at escape.  She released me and flopped forward and rolled
onto her back, but she reached out and began masturbating me -- which
fortunately wasn't as intense as the feel of her lips and tongue.
Nonetheless, I remained erect...

	"Fuck me!"  The words were accompanied by a tug at my member.  I was
in no mood to argue; I sat up and got my legs under me and followed my penis
between her legs.  Harriet rubbed the tip between her labia and pressed it
against her opening, and I took over, applying pressure.

	It was tight!  Virginally tight!  Amazingly, overwhelmingly tight!  I
sank slowly into her, parting her inner walls, feeling every ripple as they
drifted along my shaft.  It was... exquisite!  I knew Harriet thought so, too
-- you could see it in her eyes.  She moaned and clutched my buttocks,
pulling me forward into her depths.

	When I hit bottom, I still had a bit of length to go, but that didn't
matter; I reversed -- and the feel of her inner walls dragging against the
juncture of my glans and shaft was maddening!  I made some type of
inarticulate noise, but it was masked by Harriet's "Oh, YESSSS!!!"  Then I
was locked at her opening and thrust into her again.

	Every stroke got easier and every stroke went deeper and every stroke
got faster until I was pounding away, bashing my pubic bone against hers once
a second!  Harriet crossed her ankles behind my buttocks and made keening
wails as we both attempted to make up for years of deprivation in one
cataclysmic act!  For having just ejaculated, I lasted an embarrassingly
short time -- probably less than two minutes -- but Harriet managed two
orgasms in that time and was working on a third when control deserted me and
I flooded her vagina, howling like some wild beast!

	I hung above her, panting, dripping sweat, until the pulses stopped
feeling good -- long after they stopped being productive -- then withdrew my
softening erection from her and rolled onto my back beside her.  We lay like
that for maybe five minutes, not speaking -- just recovering -- before she
sat up and said, "Thank you."

	"You're very welcome, Harriet.  I enjoyed it immensely.  In fact..."

	But at that point, she covered my lips.  "Too much.  Don't say
another word."  She got up, cupping her crotch, and went into my bath; I sat
up, wondering what I should do next.  But when she emerged a moment later,
she waved and said, "Good night, Farris.  I had a wonderful time."  Then she
was gone...