Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 67 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...

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Fdom

The Academy

Chapter 67

Kathy:

	"Oh, fine, fine," I replied.  Actually, I had a bit of a tension
headache...

	"No, silly!" Trini laughed.  "I mean cocksucking!  Have you ever done
a big one?"

	Caught short, I said, "Uh, no..."

	"He's big now, right?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"What about deep throat?" Trini asked.  We'd fallen behind the men;
Felicity stuck with us while Harriet and Harrah split the difference in
distance between us and the men.

	"It, uh, wasn't necessary," I admitted.  I loved Gene, but...

	"Oh, yeah, that's right..."  Trini looked up and beamed.  "I'm good
at it -- and I'm a good teacher -- aren't I, Sis?"

	Felicity nodded.  "She is, actually.  I didn't know how..."

	"Well," I mused, "It can't be any too..."

	"How is your gag reflex?" Trini asked.  "Got one?"  She proceeded to
poke a finger down her throat, then pulled it out to ask, "Can you do that?"

	"I, uh..."  Did I need this?  "I don't know.  Gene usually..."

	"Well, he DID, maybe, but things are different, aren't they?" Trini
pointed out.  "There is nothing like a good blowjob to ensure that he's all
happy and lets you have what you want..."  Felicity nodded wisely; she did a
lot of that.

	"Wow, I don't know..."

	"Look, you're gonna need this thing in your corner..." Trini warned.
"You need to step up to the plate with him, you know?  Show him you
understand your new job..."  She shrugged.  "It's no big thing; I'll kneel up
and give a little demo -- you'll be right there, next to me.  I'll show you a
technique, then you practice it a while, and we move on to something else.
It'll go a long way toward making sure that when you DO have to put up with
another woman, she gets the back seat..."

	It was all so reasonable -- but I kept seeing Trini's lips around
Gene's pretty new cock...  "I probably don't need the class, really..."

	"Well, why don't you show me, then?  You can suck him and I'll give
you a few pointers and we won't go beyond that unless you need it -- how's
that?"  Trini smiled her winning smile.

	"I'll... talk to Gene about it..."

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	She didn't let me, of course.  Halfway through dinner, she asked me
in a stage whisper, "So, did you ask him?"

	"Ask me what?" Gene asked.

	"If she could show me her blowjob technique!" Trini answered, full
voice.  "Kathy says she's got it all down pat, but I offered to give her
pointers.  I'm pretty good -- and a pretty good teacher -- I've got Sis and
Harrah swallowing Bernie like pros!"

	I looked around, embarrassed -- and it seemed like everybody was in
on the joke!  Harriet looked a little nonplussed, but Farris and Bernie were
both acting like it was the most natural thing in the world to talk about
giving blowjobs at the dinner table.  Even Gene's "Is that so?" sounded
rehearsed...

	"Oh, yeah!"  Trini was all innocence.  "I don't know if anybody has
said anything, but in the past, I wasn't real lucky with guys -- not like
Sis.  I kept finding bad guys.  Well, you don't learn the interesting stuff
when you're with nice guys -- they're nice and they think of you and they
aren't demanding, you know?  You learn ALL about sex from bad guys, because
they want it, period!  So I know a few tricks, you know?  Stuff nice guys
don't ask for and nice girls don't learn..."

	"I see..." Gene muttered -- and I knew there was no avoiding it from
his voice.  "I think it's real nice of you to offer to help out like that.
In fact, you were very helpful today, wasn't she, Kathy?"

	"Oh, yes..."  There was no escape...

	"Well, gee, maybe Bernie can bring you around later and you can show
Kathy some of that stuff -- wouldn't that be nice, Hon?" Gene asked.

	I was doomed...  "Yeah, that would be great..."  No one noticed how
lukewarm my response was...

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	They didn't even go home!  Well, Harriet and Farris did, but Bernie
and Felicity and Harrah and Trini just went back to our cabin or whatever
with us...  I found myself kneeling in front of Gene, fishing out his
beautiful cock -- with Trini on my right and Harrah on my left and Felicity
on her left, while Felicity fished Bernie's cock out of HIS pants...  And
Trini goes, "Isn't Bernie's cock nice?  Sis, go ahead and show Kathy Bernie's
cock up close..."  Harrah backed up and Felicity literally stuck Bernie's
cock under my nose -- and when my eyes uncrossed, Trini was pumping Gene's
cock, going, "Wow!  What a nice one!"  And I'm horrified, but Felicity is
rubbing Bernie's glans against my lips, smearing his pre-cum on them, and if
I open my mouth, it's going in...  I threw myself backwards and Trini went,
"Oh!  Hey, sorry!" and let go of Gene... but I'm licking Bernie's goo off my
lips and wondering if I couldn't have gotten out of the way instead of having
that happen to me...

	Trini doesn't give me five seconds to recover before she goes, "Okay,
cool!  Let's see your action!"  And I'm fucked, because I don't have anything
for an eight-inch cock; earlier in the day we'd both been too anxious to fuck
and I just never got around to sucking him!

	I tried to bluff my way through, but it's too big and I'm not
prepared and I choke and gag.  Trini is all sympathy, telling me, "You really
needed to bring your head down lower and open your throat...  Watch this!
Harrah..."  And skinny little Harrah goes "Gulp!  Gulp!  Gulp!" and sticks
her nose in Bernie's pubic hair!  I kneel there watching and Trini says,
"Sometimes it's the foreskin that does it.  Bernie doesn't have one...  Want
to try it?"  Harrah backed off leaving Bernie's cock all slimy from her spit
and I shook my head -- but Gene said, "Oh, go ahead, Hon -- you can quit
bluffing any time..."  Harrah, grinning from ear to ear, waved Bernie's cock
in front of my face again...

	I grabbed the shaft -- more to hold it off than anything else -- and
look up at Gene, who is looking back, waiting...  There is no escape, so I
slowly open my mouth, watching Gene watch me.  I can't believe I'm doing
this, and I can't believe he isn't stopping me -- but Bernie's glans slides
along my tongue, leaving a trail of pre-cum and I close my lips around his
shaft.  I've been sullied; I should have said something, should have stopped
it, but, no, I was sucking a stranger's cock with my husband looking on...
"Better?" Trini asked, adding, "Duck your head a little so you have a
straight shot and see how much you can take in..."

	There is no reason to stop now, so I go ahead and try, taking
Bernie's length in until the spongy tip hits the back of my throat, causing
me to gag.  I opened my mouth to retch and Trini sighed and said, "Sometimes
you need outside help to get past the hard parts, you know?"  Bernie slid his
fingers through my hair on either side of my head and I looked up at him and
he looked back and said, "Let me help you."  He took control of my head and
moved it and repositioned me so my neck felt hyper-extended -- and then
pulled me forward, not stopping until he was lodged in my throat!  Trini's
face loomed and she said, "See?  I knew you could do it!"  Bernie let up and
I thought I was going to heave -- but I didn't.  Then he pulled me back onto
him and released me, pulled and released, and I basically forgot about
Gene...

	... Until Trini said, "Hey, watch this!" and I shifted my eyes from
Bernie just in time to watch Trini swallow Gene the first time!  She had this
corkscrew move, wiggling her throat onto him like some kind of perverted
snake; I wanted to scream and cry and tear her away from my Gene -- but I had
Bernie's cock in my mouth and I was sucking and slobbering and pushing it
down my throat...  Tears poured, but I was gagging and slobbering and
everybody probably figured my eyes were just watering -- and Trini kept
swallowing my Gene's cock until he groaned and his eyes rolled up and she
backed off so everyone could watch him paint her tongue...

	There was nothing else to do, so I punished myself by driving myself
onto Bernie's erection, with his gentle assistance, for the four or five
minutes it took him to cum.  I watched Gene while Bernie flooded my mouth; he
was looking back as if he was waiting for something.  When Bernie was done
shooting, I opened my mouth to display my shame, then swallowed.  I'd drunk
another man's cum, and Gene had emptied himself in another woman's mouth.  We
were ruined...

	Ten minutes later, the four of them were gone; Felicity said
something about abusing poor Susan by making her watch the little kids all
day and they trooped right out.  It was like watching me swallow Bernie's cum
put an end to something; it did, but they shouldn't have noticed.  I checked
on Gina and Ellen, then crawled into bed with Gene and said nothing -- I just
cried myself to sleep.  We didn't talk about it; Gene seemed to know what was
wrong, but he seemed more or less satisfied with the result.

Bernie:

	I brought my women home in a thoughtful mood.  We'd done what Trini
set out to do -- and I agreed that it needed doing, for Kathy's sake -- but
there were the other issues, such as Trini's hidden agenda.  I could let it
ride, but this seemed to be the time to do something; problem was, I didn't
know what!  In the period of our marriage, I don't think I had given Felicity
a good shake, let alone slapping or spanking her...  I might have gently
popped Susan on the butt a couple of times to get her attention, but she was
generally a good girl; Jerry was, well, male, and required a bit more
firmness -- but I'd STILL never wailed on him for anything!  Patty?  Forget
it.  'How far do I need to go?' I asked the AI.

	<There can be considerable latitude in your response,> the AI
replied, <but Trinity is under the impression that she is getting away with
something and you may want to set an example that will cause her to have
second thoughts, rather than merely closing off the current issues.>

	'Recommendations?'

	<Humiliation.  Embarrassment.  Physical pain.  Remove her belief that
she as any leverage on you and then punish her temerity in making the
attempt.  A public spanking, perhaps followed by use for your pleasure
without regard to hers.>

	'That's a tall order!' I exclaimed mentally.

	<It is, to use the cliché, for her own good.>

	The AI considered this to be necessary -- did I?  Yes.  If I didn't
do it, Trinity would continue to cause trouble -- and might influence young
Harrah and even Susan or Felicity.  There was going to be considerable
amazement among that group...

	Upon our entry into our rooms, I turned to Felicity, "Go check on
Susan and the kids."  Felicity, somewhat surprised that I should bother to
tell her how to raise our children at this late date, nodded and moved off.
I held Harrah in place with an upraised hand and turned to Trinity, "So, are
you satisfied with your efforts?"

	Trinity looked mildly surprised.  "Well, yes.  Kathy won't like what
is going on, but in the long run, she's better off..."

	"And what about your secondary goal?" I pressed.  "Did you enjoy
Gene's cum?  Did you enjoy getting it?"

	I'd never seen anyone's facial expression reflect 'Uh oh...' as
clearly as Trinity's did in that moment.  Flicking a glance at Harrah, she
said, "It was okay..."

	"Trinity is concerned that I might flag on her or something, so she
was warming up another pitcher in the bullpen, Harrah," I explained.  "She
figured I wouldn't complain, ultimately, if she occasionally got a ride from
my friend Gene.  She might be right, but her methods in going about it have
to be answered for."

	Trinity, clearly in 'Oh, shit!' mode, said quietly, "I'm sorry,
Bernie..."

	Harrah frowned.  "You mean we did that to Kathy so Trini could fuck
Gene?"

	"That was one reason," I agreed, nodding.  "It wasn't the ONLY reason
-- Kathy's behavior, which would have been fine on Earth, is self-destructive
here.  That's why Gene and I allowed Trini to carry on with the farce.  But
the other goal was always in her sights, wasn't it?"

	"Yes," Trini admitted meekly.  Then she got brave -- or stupid.  "We
all have our hidden agendas..."

	"It is difficult to blackmail someone over public information," I
retorted.  "Felicity!  Susan!"

	Trinity looked stricken; she watched her sister and her niece enter
the room with big eyes.  I turned directly to Susan.  "Your Aunt Trini is
playing games; she thinks she knows something she can hold over me that will
give her some control over me.  She's been riding roughshod over the bunch of
us, thinking she has control of the situation.  I'm about to prove her
wrong."  I gathered myself.  "A few days ago, your Aunt Trini basically
offered to help me seduce you so that we could have sex.  It wasn't anything
verbal; she just discovered that I was interested during the little blowjob
lesson she gave you and let me know that she knew.  Now I'm telling you, so
YOU know, that I'm interested..."

	"Trini!" Felicity erupted.  "Bernie..."

	"We've discussed this, but it wasn't real until Susan started working
on me," I told her.  "You have to decide whether you're upset about it now
that it is real to you."

	Felicity thought about it.  "That would be kind of dumb, wouldn't
it?" she mused.

	"Nothing will ever come of it," I told her, "unless Susan wants it
to.  When she's a sponsor..."  I left that and added, "There would never have
been any coercion, in any case."

	"What if she doesn't make it?" Felicity asked.

	"The ground rules we discussed still apply," I replied.  "She can go
elsewhere -- or she can volunteer -- but I won't be in the business of taking
anything."

	"No change, then," Felicity nodded to herself.  "It's just out in the
open."

	"You can have my cherry, Daddy," Susan declared, "either way.  You
don't need any help to get it."  She stuck her tongue out at Trinity.

	"Similarly, your Aunt Trini decided that I was being unreasonable
about bringing other men into the family.  The thing we did for Aunt Kathy
tonight -- which I'll let your mother explain, if she hasn't already, had as
a hidden agenda an opportunity for Aunt Trini to seduce Uncle Gene and set up
a situation where she could get sex from a second guy if she wanted.  What
she didn't know was that we figured it out...  She admitted it, too -- didn't
she, Harrah?"  Harrah nodded tightly, and Trini got glares from the other two
females.  I sighed.  "The AI says that Aunt Trini doesn't mean anything by
these kinds of things -- they're just a fault in her makeup.  I have two
options; I can send Aunt Trini away, or I can take what you might consider
extraordinary measures..."

	"So you've done it AGAIN!" Felicity flared.  "Poisoned the well!
This is MY man you're screwing with, this time!  I don't know why I..."

	"She's your sister, Honey," I put an end to the harangue.  "She
hasn't broken anything yet, because I won't let her.  But she has to be
punished..."

	"Absolutely!" Felicity agreed.

	I settled myself in a chair -- an armless one.  "Trinity..."  I
beckoned with a finger.  "The rest of you are not required to witness this --
you can leave at any time if it bothers you.  Across my lap, please..."

	Even as she settled over my thighs, Trinity mumbled, "You're kidding,
right?"  That irritated me, so I gave her a good whack across the right ass
cheek.  "OW!"  Trinity turned big eyes on me.  She might as well have had a
neon sign over her head that said, 'I thought you were a nice guy!'  It
didn't seem to be wise to respond, so I whacked her again, making my palm
sting.  "EEK!"

	<She will rapidly escalate to telling you that she has learned her
lesson and begging you to stop,> the AI advised.  <You should continue well
beyond that.  It is merely an attempt at escape.>  I nodded and delivered
swats three and four in a measured cadence, to the tune of her "OW!  OOOHHH!
PLEASE..."

	I closed my ears; looking up didn't help, though -- Harrah, in
particular, flinched at every blow.  Trini began to wail fairly quickly; I
stopped and nodded Harrah out of the room, and Susan followed.  Felicity,
oddly, watched avidly.  I resumed, and Trini, who had been hoping her ordeal
was over, bawled with renewed energy.

	I got into a rhythm; my hand went numb fairly early, so pain wasn't a
problem for me.  I watched her ass cheeks throw compression waves from the
impact points, rippling outward.  I lost count at around forty strokes and
concentrated on watching the color shift through the spectrum of pinks toward
cherry red.  Trini bawled gustily.  When they hit the color I felt
represented sufficient punishment, I let up.  Felicity was still standing
there, devouring the scene with her eyes.  "I'm finished with this," I
announced, "but I'm not finished.  You may want to leave."

	"No."  Felicity visibly re-thought her response.  "If you don't mind,
I'll stay."  I found THAT interesting...

	"I intend to be somewhat brutal," I warned, "if I can."

	Felicity licked her lips.  "Okay."  This was a side of my mate that
I'd never seen...

	I subvocalized a request to the AI, got a confirmation, and asked
Felicity, "There will be a bottle in the replicator -- would you get it for
me, please?"  She was off like a shot...  and grinning when she came back.
The bottle was lube...

	Trinity had subsided to sniffling and the occasional hiccup while I
rubbed her burning ass.  "Get up," I directed.  "Bend over and brace on the
chair back.  Spread your legs."  I got out of the coverall and took the
bottle from Felicity -- but seeing what I was up to, she took it back and
poured some on her hand and slathered it on my erection.  I took the bottle
and dribbled a bit at the top of Trini's ass crack, then proceeded -- without
any further preparation -- to press my glans against her anus.

	Trini gazed at me over her shoulder, bug-eyed; then her expression
shifted to agonized as I made headway.  Felicity, again holding the bottle,
dribbled more lube on the junction between Trini's unprepared sphincter and
my cock as I slowly forced it in.  There was enough lube that Trini's bud
wasn't sandpapering the skin off my cock, but not enough to make it easy.
Trini gritted, "Oh...  Holy Jeezus...  God!" as my glans popped through.  I
kept going, wringing an extended, "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhnnnngggghhhhh!!!" from
her as I sank deeper and deeper into her ass.  Felicity stood there,
measuring the millimeters, I swear...  I bottomed out and began sawing in and
out; Felicity and I worked out hand signals for lube application without
really working at it; she just watched me and when the going got tough, the
bottle tipped.  It was important to keep up the friction, though, so I didn't
ask for it if I didn't have to.  Trini grunted with every impact as I
pistoned into her ass, "Uh!  Uh!  Oh!  Ugh!  Uhnh!  Uh!  Ugh!  Agh!"  I took
no prisoners; the idea was for me to get off and for Trini to hurt for it.
At the outset, I didn't think I was up to it, but after the spanking I was
hard -- and it didn't subside.  I went at things hard and fast; at one point,
Trini loosened up and Felicity, noticing that I wasn't as into things, made
this little hand movement.  I got the idea and popped Trini on the ass and
she shrieked -- and tightened right up -- so I did that any time things got
too easy.  I took to using her anal ring to rub the flange of my glans, which
had to be aggravating for it; Trini continued to grunt and groan and whine,
but...  Felicity noticed, too and stepped back, then whispered, "I think
she's getting into the pain..."

	THAT was a surprise...  I wasn't certain what to do about THAT!  I
was starting to get that extra tickle that presaged an orgasm; Felicity
stepped in close and said, "Can I try something?"  I waved permission and she
squatted next to Trini and reached up...

	I didn't see what she did, but Trini howled "OH JEEZUS!  FUUUUCK!"
And her asshole clutched me and her pussy did something that made my balls
wet and it was plenty to set me off, since I was already almost there!  I
grunted and lodged my glans just inside her clutching sphincter and hosed her
colon with a big load -- long pulses!  Ass fucking hadn't really been
something Felicity and I did, but I was learning to be a fan...  I staggered
back, pulling my cock out of Trini's ass and it was smelly and had this
puddle of mixed brown and white frosting on the top.  Felicity looked at me
and nodded her chin at Trini and I got it and directed Trini, "Turn around
and open your mouth..."

	Trini knew what was coming; undoubtedly, one or more of her long list
of abusive boyfriends had demanded THIS...  She sucked in the mess and
cleaned me off, gagging some.  I settled into a chair to keep from falling
down. And then gathered my wits for the post-punishment admonitions...
"Okay, Trinity, clearly I'm not going to put up with any shit from you.  I
know you were testing me, trying to see if I would step up to the plate.  Do
you have your answer?"

	Trini was all sincerity.  "Oh, yes, Baby!  I'm SOOO sorry!  I'll be
so good -- you'll see!  I promise!"

	"You'd better call me 'Master,' I guess -- you haven't earned the
right to call me 'Baby' or 'Sweetie.'  I don't know WHAT I'm going to call
YOU!" I rasped.  "Pain in the Ass, maybe."

	"I'm sorry!  I'm so sorry!"  Trini rubbed her face all over my cock.

	"Until next time, I bet," I grunted.

	<Correct,> the AI transmitted.  <She is sincere, but without
reinforcement, she will resume old bad habits.>

	'How often?' I asked.

	<It will be easiest for you if you are vigilant and stamp out any
small infraction on her part -- it will keep her meek.  Any time you allow
her to get away with something, the situation will escalate.>

	'I see.'  Well, maybe it would be worth it...  Nudging Trini with my
foot, I said, "Go on, get out of my sight.  I'm irritated with you."  Trini
scrambled out of the room.  I gazed up at Felicity, then waved her into my
lap.  "Tell me."

	Felicity looked off into the depths of space and said quietly, "I was
always the good girl.  Trini did all kinds of stupid stuff at home -- drugs,
booze, bad boys, just stupidity or craziness.  Daddy used to beat her ass --
and make me watch.  Sometimes, I even got to say things -- tell her what a
fuckup she was while Daddy spanked her."  She was quiet for a bit.  "I bet
Daddy wanted to do what you did, after; he would get up with a hardon like
you did..."

	"That wasn't easy for me," I pointed out.

	"It will get easier..."  It was a chorus, the members of which didn't
necessarily hear one another; the AI mirrored Felicity's sentiments exactly.

	"How did you know what to do?" I asked.  "The spanking her butt to
tighten her up and such?  What did you do to set her off?"

	"Trini called me all the time and told me in great detail the horrors
her latest loser would put her through," Felicity sighed.  "I actually did
some vicarious living hearing about it.  She has a masochistic streak --
she's talked about it and how she gets off sometimes that way -- so I knew
that she'd flipped and was enjoying the pain.  I got down and tried my
damnedest to crush her nipples..."

	"So what do YOU want?" I asked quietly.

	"I just want to help..."

	After a bit, we went to bed and made a somewhat more gentle version
of love -- not a LOT more gentle, because Felicity was insatiable.  She kept
waking me up and whispering, "Again..."  This whole thing was going to be
tough -- but I could see the benefits.

Farris:

	After dinner, I took Harriet home, being careful not to be overly
familiar.  Eventually, after showers and other cleanup, she cuddled
diffidently against me in my bed.  "Can you tell me what happened?" I asked.

	"It was silly of me, I guess," she whispered.  "You surprised me with
the approach -- and kept on surprising me.  I wasn't prepared and I'm not
used to familiarity.  I know that I do it to other people, but I really
hadn't experienced having my personal space invaded that persistently.  It
was too much, too soon -- so I freaked."

	I nodded; the explanation was in line with my expectations.  "I
apologize.  I have a great deal of... affection... bottled up inside me.  I
just allowed the cork to pop off and expected you to handle it."

	Harriet nodded, musing.  "You were so different -- and it was so
sudden.  This was in there all this time?"

	I nodded, somewhat overcome.  I guess it is a part of the amalgam
that makes me what I am -- the driver for my constant attempts to obtain
attention and recognition.  I've always wanted a target, someone for whom I
could open myself...  One learns not to allow one's vulnerability to show, as
it opens one to attack, so I hide it beneath my brusque exterior and my pushy
demands for attention.  All my life, I've wanted someone to share myself with
-- someone to, well, love...

	I didn't realize I was crying until a tear dripped on Harriet's neck,
causing her to jump.  I know that makes me seem to be a big baby, but I'd
come so close...  Harriet came up on her elbows, took one look and exclaimed,
"Oh, my God..." -- and in the next moment she pulled me atop her, wrapping
her legs around mine and her arms around my back, caressing, while I buried
my face in her neck and cried like a small child.  I don't know how long I
blubbered while she murmured in my ear and kissed my neck and caressed me --
but I needed it badly, so it took however long it took.  Finally, I got some
control and lurched up and mumbled, "Sorry!"

	"I'm not," Harriet replied.  "Now I know why I'm here."  She pulled
me back down and started kissing my neck again.

	My self-pity expiated, pleasure moved to the fore and I began to
return her efforts.  She began making soft sighs and her nipples popped up
and began poking my chest as I explored her with my hands and lips.  I moved
to capture one in my lips and Harriet moaned softly and undulated beneath me,
rubbing her mons against the underside of my erection, which started a cycle
of what some people might refer to as 'dry humping' -- but it was ANYTHING
but DRY!  We shot right up the scale to manic arousal; I shifted myself just
a bit and surprised us both when the move resulted in my sheathing myself in
Harriet's warm, wet depths!

	Oddly, we didn't go wild; once I was inside her, we actually slowed
some.  It was as if we had succeeded with the difficult part of things and
could now proceed with reaping the rewards.  I set up a measured stroke that
maximized our pleasure while fondling and squeezing her breasts; she returned
my attentions by rising to meet the stroke but not driving for anything
additional that wasn't required while rubbing my flanks and holding my eyes
with hers.

	I'd never had sex like that -- prostitutes have other goals and
priorities, the main one of which is the parting of you and the maximum
amount of your funds in the minimum amount of time.  We weren't going
anywhere; Harriet didn't have another date in fifteen minutes and I didn't
even have a wallet, let alone money...  We just pleasured one another until I
was unable to contain myself and exploded into her depths.  Then we kissed
and fondled and caressed -- still connected -- until, alas, I fell asleep...

	"Farris?"  I grumbled at the intrusion; I was having the most
wonderful dream of being buried to the hilt in a loving woman.  "Farris,
Darling, I have to pee..."

	THAT opened my eyes...  and there were Harriet's before me.  "Oh,
sorry..."  I scrambled up and something went 'Slurp!' -- my still-erect penis
sliding from her vagina.  "My God..." I muttered.

	"I'll say!"  Harriet smiled.  "I'll be right back..."  She levered
herself out of bed and I watched her sway across the floor, a little
bowlegged.  I remembered a horrible three-dimensional representation of that
body, but that particular version was gone, leaving something I wanted to see
-- and feel -- a lot more of...

	By the time she came back, it was my turn -- I had tremendous
difficulty getting my erection down to something close to the horizontal and
the plumbing switched over so I could urinate.  Youth had returned to me --
but THIS time, I had someone to share all of that vigor with instead of
spilling it here and there in rags and toilets and God knew what...

	When I returned to bed, Harriet placed me on my back and impaled
herself on my still erect pole -- and we did it again, slowly, carefully,
each doing whatever seemed to be the correct things to do to maximize the
pleasure of the other.  I had to stabilize Harriet in the saddle momentarily
on three different occasions before I fountained into her depths, spewing
jets of my seed against her cervix.  She collapsed atop me, her hair tickling
my nose, sighing "Wonderful!"  I couldn't have agreed more.  This time, SHE
fell asleep first, gently snoring against my chest.  I drifted off myself,
sublimely happy.