("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
Archive name: fakereal.txt (MF, rom, exh, voy, anal)
Authors name: Nightworks (ROWRSC@aol.com)
Story title : Fake Photos/Real Life
------------------------------------------------------
-= This work is copyrighted to the author © 2000. =-
Please do not remove the author information or make
any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-
commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of
commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration.
------------------------------------------------------
Fake Photos/Real Life (MF, rom, exh, voy, anal)
By Nightworks (ROWRSC@aol.com)
**
The following story is intended for mature adults. It is
not to be read by anyone under the age of eighteen, or
by anyone who is opposed to imaginative erotic writing.
It is pure fiction. Any resemblance to any situation, or
person or persons, living or dead, is a coincidence.
Part 1
Althea sat down before her computer and booted up. It
had been one of those days at work, following one of
those nights before. Work had been hectic. The night
before had been difficult, at best. She had broken up
with her boyfriend of over a year, deciding that, at age
26, she didn't want to settle down yet. As he got more
demanding of her time and about their sexual activity,
she got wary, and the result was last night. Maybe that
tension-filled evening had contributed to the hectic
nature of the workday as a junior but fast track account
executive for a Chicago advertising firm.
The silly wavy extended chord poured out of the
computer's speakers as the dead blank screen turned to
life. The light meal of yesterday's leftovers had tasted
pretty good, and now it was time to read the mail and
decide whether or not to get in on the stupidities of a
chat room before a shower and bed. Althea preferred to
live by herself; her finances were solid and her desire
for freedom too strong to try to find a roommate. When
Charlie, her boyfriend, had made noises about moving in
with her, she decided that she had gone as far as she
wanted to go with this relationship. She was uneasy
about the decision, but it had been made.
The computer was good company. She kept in touch with
her parents in Indiana, with an older sister in
Rochester, New York, and with some college friends from
her days at Northwestern. E-mail was a great way to
handle what was once done by formal letters, or, later,
by telephone calls. Little cost. Little effort. Easy,
brief, and to-the-point contact.
She punched the icon for her ISP and the computer
immediately began its mad dash to connect her to the
world. The sounds of computers searching for each other,
and making contact, were comforting in a strange way.
She was reaching out of her condo to a much wider world
and (usually) much more interesting people than those
who were around her, except for a few at work. The
computer touched others, and they could touch her. And
if she didn't like their touch, she didn't have to
convince and plead, she could just sign off, shut down,
and go to bed. She was in control, and she liked that.
The comforting interface of her Internet provider came
up on her screen, and the icon that told her that she
had E-mail was highlighted. Read now? Or read later? It
was her choice, and she decided to check on the mail by
just reading down the list of messages. There were two.
One was from her sister in Rochester. The second, titled
"Must Read" was from someone whose E-mail address she
didn't recognize. "Probably spam," she said. She clicked
on her sister's message and read the words from
Rochester, about colder weather, job going well at the
university, husband still not wanting any more kids, and
some flak from mom about not getting home often enough.
In other words, same old stuff, same old guilt trip from
the parents in Indiana whom she referred to as "Home
Control," a description left over from a previous
boyfriend who had worked for a government laboratory.
She debated about clicking on the second message as it
looked like spam to her, but the "Must Read" title
caught her eye again and to herself she said, "What the
hell," and clicked on the icon.
A message came up that raised her eyebrows. What it said
was cryptic: It began with a web address, followed by
"You might be real interested in going to this web site.
It has something about you on it. Click on "Members,"
and use this password: rng973." Then look for a familiar
name on the list. You may be surprised." The sender's
name was "Friend." The sender's E-mail address was a
strange one. She clicked on the <Reply> button and
wrote, "Who are you? Why did you send me this E-mail?"
and sent her missive back to the sender. But almost
immediately her E-mail icon lit up and, when she clicked
on it she discovered that her E-mail, just sent, was
"undeliverable." Maybe a mistake in the address, she
thought as she turned her attention back to the message
before her.
Althea copied the URL from the message and pasted it
into the strip at the top of her screen. Before hitting
the return she copied the password onto a scrap of paper
by her on the desk. Then she hit <Return>. In a few
seconds (the time seemed longer to Althea because of her
anticipation) a first page appeared. "John's Celebrity
Beauties: The Best Fakes on the 'Net" was the heading,
and upon reading down the information included on this
first page Althea discovered that the site was Web
pornography of a type that was unfamiliar to her.
Several bare-breasted attractive women graced the page,
a come on for the (probably) mostly male visitors to the
site, which, from the message boldly declared on the
home page, contained pictures of celebrities, film stars
mostly, portrayed through the medium of computerized
photo manipulation. Scrolling down, she saw that the
site almost cried out for the viewer to Join Now! But
there was a small window at the bottom for "Members."
Althea clicked on the icon and another dialog box asked
for her password.
Curious about the site, but more curious about what it
had to do with her, Althea typed "rng973" into the
little box and hit <Return> on her computer's keyboard.
And quickly, there was a list of well over 200 names of
the world's female "glitterati," those who had made it
in the world of film, or those hoping to make it big in
that world. There were also the names of people from
other areas of entertainment: Althea recognized several
news anchor women, a lot of names from popular, rock,
and C&W music, along with the name of a classical
violist. Two regulars from one of the cable weather
programs were there, as was the name of a popular game
show co-host, and from several TV talk shows.
But what did this have to do with her? Now in the world
of advertising, Althea had once dreamed of a Hollywood
career. She had moved to LA following college and, while
working at a studio as a guide, had been given a screen
test. An offer was made and accepted, and several bit
parts in films had followed. It was clear to her,
however, that this environment wasn't hers. Too much
waiting for nothing. Too many hits by guys of no
interest to her. Too much based on her sexuality and not
enough on talent. She thought she had talent, but the
film industry was awash in young females who thought
they had talent. Althea pulled up stakes and moved back
to Indiana. An offer of a position with a Chicago firm
had sounded interesting, and the results were a good job
with some challenge, good pay and a chance to move
upward, and the fun of living in the Second City. The
fling with Hollywood was written off as a learning
experience. Good looks didn't get you very far when you
were surrounded by hundreds of people with the same
gifts, the same goals, and the same chance-about zero.
Andrea was glad for the experience, but happy to move
away from that strange life.
She searched through the alphabetical listing of
celebrity names, and then the reason for the cryptic E-
mail became clear. While trying to get a start in films
she had changed her name for purposes of making it in
the industry, primarily in case a film might cause
embarrassment to her parents. Althea had become "Alyssa"
and Robinson had become "Rogers," not far from her given
and family names, but far enough so as not to attract
attention. And there, in the list, was the name "Alyssa
Rogers."
A mixture of fear and curiosity filled her mind. Perhaps
it wasn't her at all. "Alyssa" was not a real common
name, but "Rogers" filled several pages in the Chicago
phone book. There was no question, however, that someone
out there knew both her furtive screen name and her real
name, and felt that the pictures inside this web site
were related to her. And there was no question now about
whether or not she would see if that relationship was
real. Althea clicked on "Alyssa Rogers" on the list of
fake celebs. Again, a pause, and then little blank
squares and rectangles began to appear on her computer
screen. Above the shapes: "Alyssa Rogers. These are all
the fakes I have found. If you have more, please send
them to me. Click on a thumbnail to see the full
picture."
The Web was slow this night, which was often the case.
Althea counted the blank shapes-there were sixteen. Each
shape, square or rectangle, had words and numbers
inside: "JFAlysR100," "JFAlysR101," "JFAlysR102," and so
forth. The notation system was obvious, but it was
taking longer than she thought necessary for the photos
themselves-the thumbnails-to emerge. As she watched
sixteen small photos filled in the squares and
rectangles.
Althea's face grew red and she began to shake. The faces
in the small photos seemed to be hers, different faces,
mostly, but several were the same face in different
photos. But as best she could determine from the small
pictures, the bodies beneath the faces were not hers.
She had never posed nude for anyone. She had never been
with many different lovers, and the men in the tiny
photos, when their faces and bodies could be clearly
seen, were not men whom she recognized. And what the
women in the photos were doing to the men, or to
themselves, or were having done to them by the males,
were things that Althea had never done before. Never.
Althea shook as she peered at the little photos.
A feeling of revulsion swept over her, but with it there
was curiosity. How did she get on this list? Who knew
enough about her to get pictures of her face that could
be electronically inserted into these pornographic
pictures? How did they obtain her photos? Who sent the
E-mail to her, and thus knew about her former life as a
hopeful starlet, as well as her present situation? And
there was also this question: how did she look as a
sexual object for men, with "her" body displayed for all
to see on the Internet? The questions were all
unanswerable right now, except the last one. And that
question could be answered by a click of the mouse
button.
The first picture was of "Alyssa" by herself, and Althea
clicked on the thumbnail. In a few seconds the picture
appeared to fill the computer's screen. A broad smile
was on her face. "Her" body, a bit heavier than that of
the real Althea, was fully facing the camera. "Her"
breasts were large but nicely shaped, and her nipples
were erect. "Her" legs were splayed and her vaginal
region was fully displayed to the camera. "She" was
fully shaven, and the outer lips were apart and the
inner lips were slightly and invitingly open. "Her" legs
were shapely. The picture didn't include "her" feet. The
fake was a good one. Where Althea's head had been
grafted to the picture of the other woman there was a
gold necklace, and Althea couldn't see where the real
"her" ended and the fake began. Anyone looking at this
photo and not knowing it was a fake would believe that
they were seeing much more of a very sensual Althea than
she had ever displayed to anyone.
Althea stared at the photo, and her own head and body
reacted in different ways. She was angry that someone
would do this to her. But she was also strangely turned
on by the display of an attractive body that would allow
someone to almost look inside of her. She continued to
look at this fake of herself, and then hit the <BACK>
arrow with the cursor and was returned to the thumbnail
page. She wanted to see what "JFAlysR101" looked like
full sized. She clicked on the tiny photo and was
impatient when the large picture didn't immediately
appear. But soon a large horizontal rectangular outline
was on her screen. And then picture number two appeared
in all its glory.
"JFAlysR101" was a side shot at an angle from the rear.
"Her" head was turned back to face the camera, and "her"
body was on her knees. The breasts hung down enticingly,
and the nipples extended from coral pink areolas. This
girl was thinner than the first, but she had nice hips
and, like the first, attractive legs. The orientation of
the photo allowed the viewer to see the girl's anus and
vaginal lips, which were more open than in the first
photo. Again, the model was fully shaved, judging at
least from the area in view. The effect of the second
photo was one of cute sexuality, rather than of the raw
sexual offering of the first.
Now Althea was anxious to see the rest of "her" photos.
The back button led to the thumbnails and she clicked on
the third. This one was larger than the others, and in
it "she" wasn't alone. Again, it was her face, and a
different photo from either of the first two. But "she"
was sitting on a man's lap. His face was just visible
behind her. "Her" feet were on his legs above his knees.
"Her" legs were spread apart, as in the first, but in
this photo the man's long and hard penis was in "her"
vagina. "Her" breasts in this picture were smaller than
in the previous photos, but "her" genitals was more
clearly revealed surrounding the penis. A sizable
clitoris was visible above the now-filled vaginal
entrance, which showed evidence of moisture.
Althea felt herself beginning to react to this photo,
which probably was closer to her true body size and
shape than those previously put under her face. The
reaction was one of arousal. She had never been exposed
too much pornography before, and had not had much
curiosity about it. Now here "she" was, part of a
pornographic display that was calculated to arouse, and
it was reaching even her. It was as if she was watching
herself have sex, and from the winsome smile on her face
in the made-up photo, she was truly enjoying herself and
what this strange man was doing to her. She stared at
the doctored photo for a long time, and then again hit
the <Back> arrow.
The next photo was of "her" alone, lying on her right
side. She wasn't completely nude, but wore an unbuttoned
sweater. Attractive breasts with large, round areolas
graced her chest, sagging a bit as might be expected.
Again, "her" pubic hair had been shaved but only the
beginning of the vaginal slit was visible as "her" legs
were closed. "Her" right hand supported her head, while
the left arm rested on "her" side. Althea was beginning
to think of the photos in a different way, as she was
thinking now of "her" breasts, "her" nipples, "her"
stomach, and the like.
In her mind these were shocking photos, and there was
her face, peering into the eyes of the computer user. In
this photo her face wasn't smiling, but had the look of
someone who wanted something to happen. The eyes were
sharp and bright. She wondered just when the photo was
taken that had been used to make this one. Her light
brown hair was shorter than it was now, in fact it was
shorter than she had ever had it, and she remembered
that her hair had been short when she first went to
California to strike it rich in the land of make-
believe. Only now, the make-believe world existed on her
computer, and she, at least in this segment, was the
star.
Several more photos were brought to full size. In one
she straddled a dining room chair with her arms on the
chair back. Very large and well-rounded breasts were
partially hidden by the chair back, but enough was
visible to make the breasts a point of attention for any
breathing male. Her pubic hair in this photo was not
completely shaved; there was a little wedge of hair
above the top of her lips. The lips themselves were
closed but slightly protruded from her body, and the
hood of the clitoris was clearly seen. The following
photo was altogether different. It was of just her face,
but the large purple head of a fully erect penis was in
the lower left corner of the picture, and was pointing
at her face. Strands of semen hung from her chin, and a
small drop was in the corner of her mouth. There was
some on her nose and above her right eye.
The photo was one that had been used before, with an
inviting smile and open mouth. "She" had just sucked a
man to orgasm, and he had shot his semen all over her
face, and she had enjoyed it. This photo left her
breathless, and a bit worried. She had never had oral
sex, and had resisted all invitations and requests from
her several boyfriends to perform it on them. Her last
relationship with Charlie had broken up at least partly
over just this matter-he had demanded that she show more
sexuality in their relationship, and when she balked, he
walked, and she called a halt to the affair. Now she
looked at herself enjoying the act. This one both
unnerved her and raised her level of excitement to a
higher pitch.
She didn't think that the next photo was very good. In
it, she was seated in a wheelbarrow, facing front. Her
legs were spread and a mostly-shaved pussy was front and
center. Her breasts sagged more than in the previous
pictures, and there was a rise in her belly that she
didn't like at all. Her face was one that hadn't been
used before but it was not particularly flattering in
that it appeared a bit puffy and her hair seemed to have
been cut off when the head was attached to the body.
Behind the wheelbarrow, holding onto the handles and
lifting them up was a man who appeared to be a Latino.
But what was clear in the photo was that he had a huge
erect cock that stuck out beside her head.
As she peered at this wheelbarrow photo, she remembered
that she could save the photos onto her own computer, or
at least she thought that she could. She clicked on
<File> and then <Save> and the dialog box came up,
indicating that the photo could be saved in her Download
file as "JFAlysR106." She clicked to save the photo, and
then went back and saved the previous photos. She wasn't
sure why she did so, and didn't know whether or not she
wanted to see these things again. But she saved them,
driven by curiosity and awareness that these photos were
arousing her.
Photo 107 jolted Althea in a way that the others had
not. She was lying on her right side with her knees
tucked up in front of her. At her head, another new
photo, a man knelt with his hard cock in his hand,
obviously offering it to her slightly open mouth. But
there was another man in the photo, and he was kneeling
behind her. A clear photo. And it showed this second
man's hard penis halfway into her anus.
Althea broke into a sweat as she watched herself begin
to suck one man's penis while another had anal
intercourse with her. She looked at this photo for a
long time, and experienced sensations throughout her
body as she took in the scene and imagined what the girl
was feeling with one cock in her mouth (almost) and one
definitely probing her virginal anus from behind. She
was aware of anal sex; but the interest in and desire to
perform anal sex (or have it done to her) had never
occurred to her. Charlie had suggested trying it but she
had flatly rejected the idea. But here was a woman,
attractive, a fine body displayed, not only doing it,
but also, with her own face in her place, obviously
enjoying it! Althea was questioning her own feelings and
beliefs, as new feelings rose within her and were
seemingly beyond her control.
She saved this photo and continued onward. There was
another shot of her having anal intercourse. She was on
her back and had a surprised look on her face as a man
pushed his penis into her while kneeling between her
legs, which were raised off of the bed. This fake was a
very good one as the body matched hers quite accurately,
with small, pointed breasts and a flat tummy. Again, her
pubic hair was completely shaved, and her pussy lips
revealed that the man had entered her vagina before
taking her anally. The look on her face was one she
remembered from a scene in one of the films that she had
been in, but she remembered that this scene had not been
in the film when it had been released.
More photos. In one she was lying on a carpet with her
legs making that perfect V that had its apex in a shaved
groin. In another she was sitting sprawled in a chair.
The photo was a new one, not used before, and it was not
well matched to the body. But as in the others, her
pussy was bare and her anus was visible. Another photo,
from the side, showed her looking at the man who was
above her and was plunging his long cock into her. Her
look was one of enjoyment, and the facial photo was a
new one. And in one that she considered one of the
sexiest of all, she was lying on a beach, completely
nude except for a blue denim jacket, fully open. Her
breasts were capped by large puffy areolas and small
nipples, which were hard and extended. Her tummy was
very flat. One hand rested just above her vaginal slit.
She was fully shaved, and her slit was rounded and
disappeared between two beautiful legs in a way that
Althea herself found stimulating. It appeared that the
next move that this woman-Althea-in-the-photo-would make
would be to insert a finger into that narrow inviting
flesh canyon and seek her clitoris. The appearance of
her face in the photo was one of wonder as she took in
this view of her own body. Althea had the definite
feeling of "looking at herself while looking at
herself." She felt the wetness between her legs and a
slight tremor coursed through her body.
When Althea brought the fourteenth photo from thumbnail
to full size, she shuddered. It was a side view. She was
kneeling on the floor, her body vertical. Her head,
definitely her head, was thrown backward in abandonment
of all save lust. Before her, another woman knelt, an
attractive blonde woman with short hair and a cute round
face. The other woman's vagina was only visible as it
started to disappear between her legs, which were
partially spread. She was shaved and totally bare to her
view. The woman's right hand was not visible, but was
evidently between Althea's legs, touching her vagina.
Althea assumed that she, too, was shaved bare of pubic
hair. But then, the essence of the photo: the woman's
lips were clamped onto Althea's right nipple, pulling it
out from her breast, stretching it as far as a nipple
could be stretched. Lust upon lust, woman upon woman.
Althea's hands were behind her, grasping a throw rug,
tension evident in their tight grasp. Her mouth was
open, and Althea could almost hear a voice, her voice,
crying out in an ecstatic cry of pleasure and pain.
The photo left Althea shaken to the core. She stared at
it for a long time, looking at the tip of her nipple
held tightly in the love-giving mouth of the young woman
kneeling in front of her. Althea shook. She felt dizzy
and disoriented. What was reality? She felt herself to
be in the photo. Her nipples tingled and grew hard as
she imagined what this scene would feel like, where she
really in it. For a second she was sorry that she was
dressed, and that a sweatshirt covered her breasts. Her
hand shook and was damp with perspiration as she clicked
on <SAVE> to make the photo her own. It was several
seconds before she could go back and view the next-to-
last picture.
This one was another anal photo, still a shock to
Althea's experience and sensibilities. This time she was
on the man's lap as in the earlier photo. In fact,
Althea was sure that the woman whose body she was using
was the same woman as in the earlier picture. But this
time the cock was in her anus, and only a short section
of it was visible. She imagined it extending its hard
length into her body. Her vaginal lips were open and
moist. This one seemed to be the most realistic of all
the photos, except that she had never been with any man
who looked like this one (even though his face was
hidden behind the back of the woman she could see that
he resembled no one she had ever known, certainly that
intimately. But he was nicely built and not unattractive
to her) and she had never done that with any man.
She found herself hoping that the woman whose body wore
her face had enjoyed the sex, and wondered if she would
have enjoyed it had it really been her in the photo. She
hoped that the penis in her anus was giving the woman
pleasure. Althea had trouble imagining how this might be
so, but accepted the photo as evidence that the act
occurred, and perhaps was enjoyed. The pictures were
clearly getting to her, and in her mind a blurring had
occurred between what she was seeing and what really was
the subject of the photo. Althea was beginning to put
herself into these obscene acts, and she could not help
herself, as she felt aroused by this strange voyeurism.
The final photo was a shot of someone else's breasts and
her head. A hard cock rose vertically from the body of a
mostly-unseen man. Through the electronic miracle of
photo manipulation the cock was in her mouth, and it was
ejaculating there. Semen was dribbling out of her mouth
around the side of the cock that could be seen in the
picture. Some had landed on the man's body beneath her.
Her nipples were hard and firm and nearly grazed the
man's chest as she bent over his cock, and her left hand
gently felt his testicles as her mouth received his
slippery seed. Althea was overwhelmed by this photo, and
found herself gasping for breath as she looked in on
herself committing this act of total depravity with a
strange man who was coming in her mouth. In her mouth!
In the photo her eyes were clear and full of life and
enjoyment. There was happiness on her face along with
the drops of semen around her mouth, which was closed
around the cock.
She saved the final photo in her "Download" file with a
quivering hand, and exited the 'Net. A drink. A stiff
drink. Althea went into the kitchen and poured a shot of
bourbon and added a touch of water and some ice. She
seemed in a daze and sat on a kitchen chair and stared
at the wall. Who had sent that E-mail? Who had gotten
photos from her very brief and very forgettable
Hollywood past? Who else had seen these photos and
recognized her? Has anyone at work acted as if he (or
she?) had seen the photos? Why did she react to them as
she did? Why wasn't she angry, revolted by the images of
her in poses and acts that had never occurred to her to
do, let alone actually doing them? Why was she aroused,
shaky, in need of something beyond the succor of the
bourbon in the glass?
Althea suddenly felt the need for a shower, perhaps to
wash off the "filth" that she had seen on her computer
screen. She stripped off her sweat suit and turned on
the water. The warm streams cascaded off of her
trembling body. She lathered her hands and began to wash
herself. The water's massage and the touch of her own
slippery hands aroused her even more as she slowly
worked her hands over her own shapely breasts and felt
her own nipples rise like those of the women in the
photos. As her hands touched her own vagina she thought
of the hands of those men seeking and finding the
intimate parts of her body, probing her vagina and her
anus with fingers, tongues, penises. As the water washed
the soap from her face she remembered the photos of
semen on her own lips and cheeks, and she wondered what
the substance would feel like or taste like within her
mouth and on her tongue. She washed herself with a
rhythm and found that she was rubbing her clitoris,
seeking relief with her own hand.
But she did not come. She had not masturbated in years,
since early puberty, and didn't, or couldn't, bring
herself to climax in the warm confines of the shower. As
she toweled herself dry and brushed her teeth, Althea
still felt the tension that the photos had engendered
within her. She chose a pastel nightgown, put the dead
bolt on the door, turned out the lights in the rest of
the apartment and got into bed. She switched on the TV,
but discovered that she could not concentrate on the
inane shows that danced before her eyes on the tube.
Wherever she looked she could still see the images of
"herself" on the computer screen, and could not shake
from her mind the pictures of the intimacies now stored
on her computer's hard drive.
Althea began to wonder what she would really look like
if it had actually been her in those photos. What would
her vagina look like if all the hair was gone and she
was as smooth as when she had been a child? What did her
buttocks look like if hands, hers or someone else's,
held them apart and exposed the clean pucker of her anus
to the view of an aroused man? Or woman? What would
others see if she lay sprawled in a chair with her legs
wide apart, allowing someone to see her completely
exposed, with nothing, no part of her body, no intimate
secret, withheld from their eager eyes and exploring
fingers? Would they be eager to touch her like the men
in the photos were touching her? Would their touch be
sensuous, slow and delicious in the act of arousal that
would take all the time in the world and would last
almost forever, culminating in one violent climax after
another? Or would they be rough, hurried, perfunctory,
like much of the limited love making that she had
experienced and seldom enjoyed? She could not sleep. She
could not watch television. Obsession with the photos
was her only thought.
Her hands ranged over the curve of her breasts, covered
by the thin material of her gown. Althea felt her
nipples grow hard under her palms. She grasped them
through her gauzy gown with her fingers, and saw in her
mind the grasping mouth of the woman who knelt before
her in the doctored photo. Althea's hands were dry. The
woman's mouth would be moist and slippery. Her right
hand moved to her groin and she pulled the gown above
her hips, raising her body to allow it to slide out of
the way. She sought her vagina with her hand and felt
her hair. Althea thought of the slick, clean bodies of
the women who gave their beautiful forms to her face,
and her hands moved through her pubic hair to her
vaginal slit. Then Althea stood up.
She removed her gown and went into her bathroom. In one
of her cabinets she sought and found her razors, a bag
full of the varicolored throwaway types, and also the
gel that she had used before to trim her pubic hair
before donning her swimsuit. Althea went to the tub and
began to run water, but did not close the drain. She
adjusted the temperature and sat on the side of the tub
with her feet in it. She took the gel and squirted a
large amount into her left hand. She then began to rub
it into her pubic hair, feeling its slippery coolness on
her intimate flesh. Then she took a pink razor,
hesitated not a moment, and began to slowly shave her
hair.
The razor soon became clogged with her long hairs, and
she rinsed the razor again and again under the running
water. She soon had the upper part of her groin devoid
of hair, but she continued, spreading her legs to reach
the skin on each side of her labia majora. She worked
steadily, almost mechanically, and stood to shave off
the hair behind her vaginal crevice. With some
determination and contortion she removed even the short
hairs that surrounded her anus. As she worked, she
wondered whether the women in her photos shaved
themselves, or had some assistant to shave them. Or
maybe they had husbands or lovers who enjoyed shaving
them bare and then pressing their lips to the smooth
flesh.
Her hand searched her body for any remaining hair, and
she suddenly realized that she could feel her skin, her
intimate skin, for the first time in nearly fifteen
years. Her skin burned with the razor's touch, and she
took a cloth and washed off remaining hair and gel. The
slight burning remained, and Althea stood and walked to
the bathroom cabinet and found a bottle of baby oil that
remained from the time when she had used it for some
sunburn. She poured some oil into her right hand and
began to apply it to her bare flesh. The slippery
soothing lotion added to her erotic haze, and she rubbed
it in slowly, making sure to include her clitoris and
inner lips as her fingers felt the freshly shaved skin.
Althea put the bottle of baby oil beside her sink, and
then went to stand before her full-length mirror, to see
what her razor had wrought.
It was as if one of the photos had come alive. The small
V of her groin met the larger, inverted V of her legs,
and no hair intervened to shield her eyes from the
meeting place. Her outer lips were parted slightly, and
her inner lips, and the hooded clitoris above them,
protruded just a bit from the front of her vaginal
crevice where it began to dive between her attractive
legs. Althea turned slowly, looking at herself and her
newly-shaven body from all angles. She admired her
rounded buttocks. In fact, she stood with her back to
the mirror and spread her legs. Then she bent her body
downward and peered at her reflection in the mirror.
Althea spread her buttocks slightly with her hands, and
closely examined her anus, and the view of her vaginal
slit from behind. Her inner lips were still slightly
parted, and to Althea she looked like one of the women
in the photos whose pussy seemed to have just had a big
hard penis taken from it, before it was pushed into her
tight anus. She was awash in emotions, dizzy with lust,
caught up in her new body, her new hairless body. She
turned and faced the mirror again, and used her hands to
pull apart her vaginal lips, allowing the intimate pink
interior to show beneath the hooded clitoris. With one
hand she pulled her skin tight to open her vagina and
reveal even more clearly her clitoris, and with her left
hand she cupped her left breast, showing all of herself
to the imaginary audience, with its imaginary camera,
before her in the mirror.
Althea retreated to her bed, with the baby oil in her
hand. She stood by the bed and began to coat her body
with the slippery substance, reaching as much of her
back as she could, and paying attention to her buttocks
and anal region. She put the oil on the stand by the bed
and lay down, beginning the process of bringing herself
to climax. Her left hand sought her slippery groin, and
her index and middle fingers slid up and down on either
side of her clitoris. Her right hand cupped her breast,
first right, and then left. She pulled her left nipple
as hard as she could before the slippery raspberry-like
protrusion slipped from her fingers. Reaching now toward
relief, Althea moved to lie on her left side, and her
right hand left her hard nipples and reached toward her
anus. Her middle finger entered her very private orifice
for the first time, and was soon followed by her ring
finger. Images from the Internet flashed through her
mind and she suddenly rose and knelt on her bed, rubbing
her slippery cunt with her left hand while her right
hand moved in and out of her self-violated rear hole.
As she felt herself rising to orgasm, Althea shouted
aloud, "Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me, please!"
imagining herself in the loving embrace of a man, or
perhaps of two men who were both using her tense body,
and giving her the pleasure she craved. Like in the
photos, they were faceless men with strong bodies and
large cocks. Her climax wracked her body, and her head
fell to the mattress while her buttocks remained in the
air. Her body quivered in the ecstasy of explosive
relief. The fingers of her right hand came out of her
anus while those of her left hand pushed into her
vagina, prolonging the climax. She remained in that
position for a number of minutes, and then collapsed
onto the mattress. She pulled the covers over her nude
body, made sure the alarm was set, and slept.
Part 2
The workday went better. An account that Althea felt she
had lost now came around to her ideas for the ad
campaign and landed in her lap. Her creative juices were
flowing and she spent the day with her crew mapping out
and beginning to develop the campaign. The images from
the Internet still invaded her mind from time to time,
and she remembered how incredibly arousing they had been
for her. During her lunch break she dialed the object of
her now-severed love affair, Charlie.
In a way, Charlie wasn't Althea's type. He was just
under six feet tall, and was afflicted with premature
balding. He was also probably characterized as a "Nerd."
He worked full time at a large CD and video outlet while
struggling to finish a Ph.D. in computer science at
Northwestern. He had a ready smile, was usually quiet,
enjoyed classical music, and generally kept to himself.
Except for Althea. Charlie had fallen hard for her, but
their relationship had struggled over several elements,
especially sex. Charlie's needs were strong. He wanted
sex often and hard. Althea felt his ideas were a bit
kinkier than she wanted, and when he asked her to do
some things, mainly oral sex, Althea balked. They worked
out a truce, mainly one-sided, in that Althea agreed to
have sex more often than she usually wanted, and Charlie
wouldn't insist on anything that Althea felt was wrong.
The truce lasted about two weeks, and when Althea balked
at allowing Charlie to spend the weekend with her in her
condo, Charlie decided that the truce was over. On
Monday night he had urged, then almost forced, Althea to
try oral sex. Althea brought up the agreement; Charlie
brought up the fact that, from his point of view, she
had already broken the agreement, and he had walked out
in anger, and her words, "It's over, Charlie," followed
him into the hallway. That's where it was before the E-
mail message and the Internet photos.
The phone call was not an easy act for Althea. She
reached Charlie at work, where it was hard for him to
deal with personal calls, given customers and fellow
clerks. But Althea asked only that they have dinner
together that evening, said she would pick up the check
(most of Charlie's income went for his apartment and his
tuition and other grad school costs,) and suggested a
restaurant that would be somewhat convenient for them
both.
The afternoon went well. No breakthroughs, but some good
ideas about the direction for the campaign for the new
client. The team consisted of Althea as director, a
senior artist, a layout artist, a photographer, and an
intern (who Althea thought was attractive) who was
learning the world of advertising as a full time intern
during her senior year. Three different approaches to
the campaign were roughed out, and some homework was
assigned to develop specifics.
Althea's interest in the intern bothered her. She had
never had any feelings about anyone of the same sex. The
girl was one of those tall, slender blondes (maybe a
true blonde, and if not, a good coloring job) with
gentle blue eyes and soft features. Small but attractive
breasts were obvious even under the "dress for success"
clothing of the office. The photo of the woman kneeling
before Althea and pulling her nipple with her mouth
while touching her vaginal area had left her shaken
because it had left her aroused as much as any of the
other photos. Althea knew that she was interested in
men, but also knew that she couldn't kid herself about
being turned on by the sight of another attractive woman
with Althea's nipple in her sensuous wet mouth.
As time moved on and the afternoon came to a close,
Althea's thoughts turned more and more to her dinner
with Charlie. How would her sexual arousal over the
photos affect her? How would her experience of the
intensity of masturbation affect her feelings for
Charlie? What did her arousal over oral and anal sex in
the photos say about how she and Charlie would possibly
restart their relationship? Her anxiety grew with the
increasing closeness of their meeting hour.
Six forty-five, and Althea stood outside of Warren's,
waiting for Charlie. He tended to be late on a regular
basis, but she saw him coming, his balding head visible
within the rolling sea of pedestrians. "Hi," he said,
touching Althea's hand. "Hi, Charlie," she responded.
"I'm glad you showed up. Thanks for coming."
"Hey! A free meal? You know me." He then added quickly,
"Just kidding. I guess I was hoping you'd call. Let's
eat."
The meal went well, good food and mostly small talk
about her new client and his latest experiences as a TA
in the undergraduate computer science program. As they
talked, Althea began to feel aroused again, mainly
because she had missed Charlie and his wisecracks and
sarcastic humor, but also because she had missed his
touch. But the touch she gave herself last night, and
the touch she felt vicariously from the photos, were all
different from the experiences in bed with Charlie up to
this point. Primarily because of her lack of desire for
something different in sex, her needs were satisfied by
the same routine and in the same way every time. Now she
had felt something different. Her own hands had given
her something new-several things new-to arouse and bring
her to a truly thundering climax. What would she expect
from Charlie, or any lover, for that matter? Would she
limit her newfound sexual desires to the privacy of her
bedroom and the touch of her own fingers?
They finished their meal, Althea paid the bill, and they
stepped outside. "That was nice," she said. "Now what?"
"What do you mean?" Charlie responded. "Would you like
to come over to my place?" she asked. "Yes, but not if
we're going to fight again. I don't want to get into
another argument with you," Charlie said. "Althea
responded quickly, "We won't argue. I promise. Let's
take a cab."
After four tries, a cab stopped for them, and Althea
gave the driver her address, about fourteen blocks away.
They sat back in the darkened rear seat. Charlie reached
for Althea's hand and held it, but she removed her
fingers from his grasp. Before he could say anything,
Althea put her hand on the upper part of his left leg
and began to stroke him through his trousers. Her hand
rode up onto his crotch and she felt his penis begin to
grow under her touch. Charlie turned, wanting to ask
about this change of attitude, but before he could speak
Althea pulled his face toward hers and began a long, wet
kiss. Her tongue snaked between his lips, and his
followed into her mouth. Her hand began to rub more
firmly onto his zippered crotch. The cabby enjoyed the
show in the back seat via the rear-view mirror, but soon
she said, "Sorry folks. Ride's over. Here's your
address." Charlie paid for the cab, over the objections
of Althea, and they entered the front door to her
condominium complex. Althea took the key from her small
purse and unlocked the door.
They entered the small hall that led to the living area,
but as soon as Charlie had shut the door, Althea turned
to him. Her arms wrapped around him and she pulled him
toward her to continue the kiss that had been
interrupted by the cab driver. Althea broke the kiss,
her face wet with their mutual saliva, and slowly
dropped to her knees on the hall carpet. Charlie looked
down in amazement as her hands found and pulled down the
zipper to his trousers. Her fingers searched for and
found his hardening cock within the folds of pants and
under shorts. She gently extracted his cock from its
hiding place. Looking up at Charlie's face, her tongue
came out and she slowly licked the tip with its
glistening pearl of moisture. She didn't take her eyes
from his as she licked the smooth purple helmet, and
slowly took it into her moist mouth, gently sucking on
the thick member as it continued to harden within her
warm cavern. "God!" exclaimed Charlie as the sight of
her action and the exquisite feel of her mouth hit him.
"Oh, God, Althea!"
She continued to suck him, moving her head back and
forth to take as much of him into her mouth as she
could. She finally pulled away from his now-wet cock,
and gasped. "I'm willing to stay here if you want, but
I'd rather go somewhere where we can be more
comfortable," she said, panting because of what she had
been doing and also because of her own state of arousal.
He pulled her upward, and kissed her moist mouth and
puffy lips, moving his lips over her slippery face to
take her moisture into his own mouth. "Let's go to bed,"
he said. They walked down the hall into the bedroom,
each with an arm around the other.
He kissed her again, hard, and both quickly removed
their clothes. Althea debated whether or not to leave on
her thigh-high stockings to frame her now-hairless
pussy, but decided that everything had to go. She lay
down on the bed after pulling back the covers, and for
the first time Charlie saw her naked groin. "Why did you
do this?" he asked, his right hand caressing the soft
bare skin, his index finger moving over her clitoris,
which projected above her lips. "I did it for you," she
said, lying a bit but not much more than a bit. "I'll
explain some time. Just know that it was for you. I hope
you like it."
"Like it? You're beautiful. That just adds to your
beauty," Charlie said, continuing and extending the
caress. He knelt over her and kissed her again, and then
began to move lower on her body. He licked, then
nibbled, and then sucked her right nipple into his
mouth.
"Pull it, Charlie. Pull it hard," she said. His lips
grasped the raspberry-like nipple and stretched it away
from her breast. "Oh, God," Althea said. "More." He
pulled harder, and then slowly let her nipple contract
toward the breast. He leaned over her body and did the
same to her left breast and nipple, his left hand
caressing the extended flesh.
Althea began to move on the bed, aroused and seeking
relief from her lover. Charlie moved lower, kissing her
stomach. He moved downward, and lay between Althea's
legs, his head raised over her bare pussy. "In the
drawer. Get some baby oil. Put it on me," Althea gasped.
Charlie leaned over and opened the drawer of the
nightstand, and found the bottle of oil. He popped open
the top and poured the slippery substance on her
writhing flesh. He rubbed it into her skin, and then
into the vaginal slit, pushing it up into the entrance
to her vagina. "All over there. Rub it all over," Althea
whispered, luxuriating in the feel of Charlie's fingers
and the oil. Charlie rubbed lower on her thighs, and
Althea lifted her body from the bed to allow him to
spread the oil on her buttocks.
"Roll over," he commanded gently. She did. Charlie
kneaded her buttocks with his oil-smeared fingers. He
applied more oil to her bottom and some ran into the
crack of her ass. His fingers followed, and Althea
pushed up her bottom to gain more feeling and to let him
know that she wanted him to continue. His middle finger
applied oil around her puckered anus, and she thrust her
buttocks at him in delight. The finger entered her and
she moaned a low sound of ecstasy. "Oh, Baby!" Charlie
said as he watched his finger enter her small hole up to
the first, then the second, knuckle.
Althea sharply expelled her breath, becoming
overwhelmingly aroused by this new experience. She
quickly turned over. "Put your finger back in there, and
use your mouth on me," she asked, almost pleadingly.
Charlie lowered his face to her cunt and experienced the
slippery oil on his face as his mouth sought Althea's
clitoris and his tongue licked the length of her chasm.
For the first time he tasted her juices, even though
they were mixed with the oil.
She climaxed as his mouth was clamped onto her clitoris.
Her body bucked, and he felt the contractions of her
anus on his finger as her powerful orgasm swept over
her. She finally lay quietly on the mattress, still
feeling the strength of her orgasm. Charlie slid up
beside her. She looked at him and smiled. "I never felt
anything like that," she said. Again, a little lie. The
orgasm the previous night from her hands had been
equally as powerful. But there was a need to make up to
her lover. "I'm glad," he said. "Some time I'll find out
what came over you in just a couple of days."
"Maybe some day I'll tell you," she said. "But I think
it's called 'understanding.'" She then began to stroke
his body. "Lie on your back," she said, kissing him on
the lips. "I've got some things I want to do for you."
Charlie lay on his back, his head propped on a pillow.
Althea began by kissing his tiny nipples, and then
sliding her lips down his stomach. Her tongue began to
lick his testicles, on top and underneath. She continued
with his shaft, moving her moist mouth up and down. Then
she began to work on the tip of his cock, first kissing,
then licking, then beginning a slow movement, sliding
her mouth up and down. The fingers of her right hand
lightly roamed over his balls, and then began to slide
in rhythm with her mouth up the shaft of his penis,
which had become slippery with her saliva. Charlie
looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her
beautiful mouth as he face-fucked her.
She released his penis from her mouth and moved up to
kiss him with her wet lips. Then her body moved to
straddle him, and she moved down on his cock to engulf
it with her vagina. She looked down on his face, lust
evident in his eyes as well as in hers. She leaned down
to him and he opened his mouth. She stuck out her tongue
and a moist gob of saliva left its tip to enter his
mouth. "How many times can you come tonight?" she asked,
with good reason. "Baby, I don't know for sure, but the
way I feel right now, about a hundred. Or at least two,"
he said, pushing his body up to contact hers at the
meeting point of cock and cunt. She wriggled her body to
let him feel the entire barrel of her vagina. "Good,"
she said. "I've got a lot planned for you."
"God, baby, you're so sexy," was his response, to which
she replied, "You're not so bad yourself," as she thrust
her pelvis hard toward him.
They continued their moving and thrusting when Althea
suddenly raised her body, allowing his penis to come out
of her dripping vagina. "Where are you going?" he asked,
afraid of the answer. "Right here, lover," she said. Her
mouth moved down to finish what her cunt had been doing.
She moved her body more closely in parallel with his,
and while she sucked him with exquisite slowness and
pressure his fingers entered her vagina and first one,
then two, were thrust up into her. He pushed his fingers
into her as far as he could, feeling the flesh of her
inner body, moving his fingers over the edge of her
cervix. He put three fingers into her, spreading her
wide as her vagina became even more slippery. She pushed
back at his fingers to feel his hand as much as possible
reaching inside of her.
She could tell when his orgasm was close because he
stopped feeling her with his hand and began just
thrusting his body upward to meet her mouth. She had to
be careful because he had lost all ability to control
his thrusts, and she knew that she was usually right on
the edge of gagging. "Oh, god!" he whispered, and then
repeated "Oh, god!" She felt the first spurt of semen
enter her mouth, and she swallowed the substance for the
first time. More spurts followed the first, and she was
unable to swallow all his come. Some ran from her lips
down the shaft of his penis, while some landed on the
point where penis joined body. She looked up at him,
remembering how incredibly sexy the picture had seemed,
the picture of her sucking the stranger and allowing him
to ejaculate into her mouth. Now she was doing the same
thing, and Charlie's semen was in her mouth and she had
swallowed it, accepting it as an act of love.
She raised her head from his penis, but did not stop.
With her tongue she licked the semen from his shaft, and
then lapped up all that had flowed from her lips onto
his body and her hand. Then she raised her head and
looked at him. She smiled, her lips covered with his
come, her face shiny with what had been smeared onto her
face. Charlie pulled her upward, and kissed her lips,
tasting himself on her face and inside her mouth. They
kissed with mouths open, sharing liquids with each other
with abandon. "I loved doing that," she said.
"I loved having you do that," he responded. "I don't
know what has happened to you, but I'm sure glad it
did."
"So am I," was her reply. And then she added, "Can you
stay tonight?"
"I don't have to be at work until 11 tomorrow, and I
don't have any classes. Yes, I can, if you want me to
stay." "I want you to stay." Her eyes sparkled, echoing
the words from her lips.
They cuddled together, pulling the covers over their
naked bodies. Althea stirred, and said, "I don't want to
let go of you, but I've got to go to the bathroom."
"I've got to go, too, so don't take too long." A
fiendish idea crossed her mind (what had happened to
her? she thought, but she was glad she had changed.)
"Come in with me," she said, arising from the bed and
grasping his hand, pulling him along. He followed, not
at all sure what was happening.
In the bathroom Althea sat on the toilet. Then she
smiled at Charlie. "Let's go together," she said. "You
sit on me."
Charlie looked at her, puzzled and wary. "What do you
mean?" he asked, a bit confused.
"We're going to pee together," she said. "I'll sit here
and go, and you sit on my lap, facing me, and you can go
between my legs."
"If you say so," Charlie said, still unsure of this
arrangement but willing to try something new after his
experiences thus far this evening. He straddled her
legs, moving as close to her as he could, and then he
squatted and rested his body on her upper thighs. He
stuck his penis down between her legs, next to her
vagina.
She wrapped her arms around his back while his hands
were behind her head. "Now we don't have to be apart,"
she said, as she began to urinate into the toilet, her
urine striking his penis. Charlie looked at her in
wonder, and then released his stream of urine, knowing
that some of it landed on her body before finding its
way to the water below. "You know," he said, "if I get a
hard on, I can't urinate."
"Does sitting this way give you a hard on?" she asked
him, grinning.
"You know it does," he said, kissing her lightly on the
cheek.
Finished, he stood, his penis now in front of her face.
She kissed it, knowing that urine was still on the tip
and shaft. "That's how much I want you," she said. He
leaned over and kissed the top of her head.
They washed up, removing the vestiges of their
lovemaking as well as their strange trip to the toilet,
and fell back into bed. He held her in his arms and
nuzzled her face, kissing her nose. "Remember what you
said," she said to him with a serious look.
"What did I say?" he asked, now worried.
"You said you could come a hundred times, or at least
twice."
"Give me a little rest, you wonderful lover. I'm a man
of my word." They slept in each other's arms.
He awoke with a start. She was peering down at him, a
smile on her face and her left hand on his cock, which
was soft. "Hey, lover boy," she said. "Wake up. Time to
keep your promise."
He rolled toward her. They kissed. "I wish I could brush
my teeth," he said.
"I'm not worried about your teeth," she said, kissing
him again. "I want this." She moved downward and began
to suck his cock, feeling it rise beneath her and grow
hard within her warm mouth. Charlie gently pushed her
downward and moved on top of her. Althea spread her legs
and allowed him entry to her vagina. "Don't get too
comfortable there," she said impishly. "I've got other
things in mind."
"Like what?" he asked, kissing her nose.
"Charlie, I want you to go in, uh, my, you know, my
anus."
His face revealed surprise, and he responded "Your ass?
Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," she said. "Fuck me a little longer, but
don't come. I want you in my other hole." Charlie slowly
pushed into her, and she responded, but only gently.
Charlie, go in my anus," she asked. "Get the baby oil
and put it on me and you."
Charlie pulled out of her vagina and reached over and
retrieved the oil from the bedside table. Althea turned
over on her stomach and raised her buttocks. He began to
rub the oil onto her nicely rounded globes, but soon
concentrated on the puckered anus. He put oil onto his
left hand and then inserted his middle finger into her.
She squirmed as he probed her with first one finger,
then two. The feeling was delicious, as it had been when
he had put his finger into her anus earlier that night.
Two fingers stretched her a bit, and he pushed into her
all the way to his second knuckles. Charlie rotated his
fingers gently but firmly. He then approached her
buttocks with his cock. Althea suddenly dropped her rear
end and rolled onto her back.
She switched on the bedside light. "Come here," she
said. "I want to get you slippery my way." She guided
his body up to her face and she took his cock in her
hand. Her mouth closed over it and she sucked on it,
applying her saliva to head and shaft. She took it from
her mouth and held it beneath her lips, and dribbled
saliva onto the head. She then spread it up and down his
shaft. "I want you to go in me like this, with me on my
back. I want to see you when you go in me, and I want
you to be able to look at me," she said. He looked at
her in wonderment and almost unbearable lust, and then
he moved down between her legs. Althea reached
underneath her knees with her hands and raised them up
so that both her vagina and anus were exposed to him.
She remembered how she had looked in the Internet
photos, and briefly imagined that she was posing for
such a photo now, the unseen photographer taking her
picture with her intimacies displayed for all to see.
The thought excited her even more.
Charlie now guided his slippery cock toward her anus,
using both sight and feel to know when he was in the
right place. "Be gentle," she said. "If you want to
stop, I won't mind," he responded.
"Don't you dare stop," was her rejoinder. "Put it in me.
Slowly."
He pushed the head, and her anus opened to receive his
organ. She sharply inhaled, and then held her breath as
the head entered her ass. "Wait a minute," she asked,
and he was still, allowing her to relax and take his
penis. "Okay, go slowly."
He pushed, just several centimeters at a time, and he
kept his eyes on her face, watching for any sign of pain
that would tell him to withdraw. There was some
pressure, but he kept pushing, and she pushed back. She
winced a couple of times, and he stopped his inward
movement until her face and her anus relaxed. "Are you
in?" she asked.
"All the way," he replied, pushing with his body to show
that his hard cock was fully inserted into her tight
ass. "Just hold it a minute," she said, and they waited
while her muscles relaxed. Finally, Althea said, "God,
that feels good. Incredible."
"Boy, it sure does," Charlie replied. "I've never felt
anything like it."
"You can move now if you want to, and I want you to,"
she said, smiling up at her lover who was poised above
her. Slowly he began to piston in and out of her rectum.
For her, it felt like they were joined together by an
unbreakable bond. He was filling her up, in a way that
having intercourse in her vagina had never done, as
tight as that orifice was. His movements were
transmitted to her whole lower body, and the sensation
in her vagina and her clitoris was much greater than she
would have guessed. She was caught up in a sexual force
beyond her imagination. The photos were of the bodies of
attractive other women, but the face was always hers,
and her face from other films and photos from Hollywood
never conveyed the ecstatic waves that rolled through
her body as he gently but firmly fucked her ass. She
thought that she might have to use her fingers on her
clitoris to gain release, but she was being fully
stimulated by the slow, steady rhythm of Charlie's
thrusts. And when his hand cupped one of her sensitive
breasts, the intensity was almost overwhelming.
For him, it was as if his penis was in a velvet
cylinder, muscularly rippling up and down his cock,
which seemed to him to have grown in size. Her anus
squeezed his penis at its root, and the feeling was one
of incredible power and overwhelming intensity. As he
pulled outward and then pushed in, the velvet cylinder
grasped his cock and squeezed it, and all of his
feelings, indeed all of his senses, were focused in the
few inches of his flesh that he had inside Althea's
beautiful body, now flushed with lust. The baby oil, and
the wonderful saliva that Althea had applied to his cock
now merged with some juices secreted within her body,
and he could move freely within her. He couldn't decide
if he wanted to move more quickly or more slowly, but
kept his thrusts slow and steady, partly because this
seemed to cause Althea more satisfaction, at least
judging from her face, and also partly to prolong his
own ecstasy.
Althea reached a climax suddenly, shouting out as she
pushed upward and outward to lock him inside her body.
He felt her anus tighten and loosen in quick waves as
her orgasm shocked her body with its intensity. She
settled down to the mattress, and her look and hands
conveyed that she wanted him to remain still for a
moment. Her face, contorted in the release which the
French call "the little death," slowly relaxed,
signaling him that he was free to move within her again.
As he thrust his penis into her tight hole, his body
gathered itself for his own climax, and in a force that
caught him by surprise his body was wracked with an
unbelievable feeling as he shot his semen deep within
her. He remained rigid, suspended above her, while his
penis spent his fluids, filling her most intimate and
secret place. Then he, too, was spent, and he collapsed
upon her body, his cock still rigid within her, but
slowly beginning to slip out from her anus.
"Golly," was all he could say. "Golly.golly, that was
something else.that was wonderful." "It was for me,
too," she said. "Thank you for doing that for me."
"Thank you for letting me do it," he responded, lying
comfortably on her body, his penis now flaccid and
outside of her. "I hope it didn't hurt you too much."
"I liked it," she said, "once I got used to the feeling.
I was surprised that I could come that way." They held
each other for a long time. Charlie drifted off to sleep
in her arms.
Althea lay awake for a while, her mind unable to relax.
She was amazed at the power and beauty of the sex they
had just shared. But she also wondered.who could have
sent her that E-mail message about her photos? Who knew
of her brief other life? Who took the time to doctor
those photos so well? Who chose her to appear on that
web site with the famous and near-famous beauties?
Someone who knew computers well.and she wondered whether
or not she knew this person. And her mind also
wondered.how it might feel to be with that beautiful
young woman in the photo who had Althea's nipple tightly
clamped between her lips and was stretching it outward
in glorious pain.
Part 3
The computer images remained in her memory in spite of
the joy and relief she had felt with Charlie. They had
had sex again, just before Althea had to get up to get
to work. Their sex had been straight, with Charlie on
top at first, but ended with her sitting upon him and
moving to give herself the orgasm, riding his cock to
release. She had come first, and then as he watched her
contorted face, he had shot into her moist tunnel. They
had embraced briefly, but Althea knew that the work day
had intruded, so she arose, quickly showered again, and
then headed for work, balancing coffee and a bagel along
with a bag of work that had come home with her but was
going back to the office untouched. Charlie arose when
Althea was ready to leave, made himself some breakfast,
showered, and headed home to get dressed for his day.
Althea had another creative and positive day. The
intern, Sylvia, had contributed some good ideas, and the
ad campaign was beginning to take final form, ahead of
schedule. In the day's activities, Althea and Sylvia had
enjoyed their interactions, and Althea was impressed by
the young woman's poise and creative ideas, and also by
the lithe, sensuous body that was evident beneath the
white blouse, blue skirt, and jacket that covered her
slim form.
The day, Friday, had moved swiftly, and quitting time
had come before Althea realized that all had spent a
full and good day. Sylvia was preparing to leave, and
Althea was the only one remaining. "I really appreciated
your contributions today, Sylvia," Althea told her.
"Thanks, Ms. Robinson," Sylvia responded.
"Please call me Althea," was the reply. "You've earned a
role on this team, and I think of you as part of the
bunch, so use my first name."
"Thanks, I appreciate that," Sylvia said.
In her rush to get some paper work into her carry-home
bag, Althea managed to drop some of the papers onto the
floor at her feet. Before she could set down the bag and
bend over to get the papers, Sylvia was down on the
floor, picking up the dropped items. As she sought the
scattered papers, Sylvia's arm came into contact with
Althea's leg. For Althea, it was as if an electric shock
had gone through her, but a shock that, instead of
causing her to jump away, had made her lean a bit to
continue the sudden touch from the young intern. "Oh,
I'm sorry," Sylvia said, pulling away from Althea's leg.
"Don't apologize," said Althea, as she stooped down to
assist in gathering up the papers. She looked into
Sylvia's eyes as they reached for the last of the
sheets. They both arose, somewhat red faced. Althea
found that she was breathing hard, and not from physical
exertion. Sylvia's eyes had been bright and lively, like
those in some of the photos, and the image of the face
in the photo, tugging on Althea's nipple, came into
view. Althea felt moisture between her legs.
"Would you have time for a drink before heading home?
You know, a TGIF drink?" Althea asked. "We worked hard
today. I'm buying."
"Thanks," said Sylvia.
"I don't have anything special on for tonight."
Actually, Charlie was away for the weekend, attending a
conference in Minneapolis, and Althea felt a bit
relieved, as she had feared that Sylvia would say
something about seeing her boyfriend on a Friday
evening. In the pace of the office, Althea hadn't gotten
to know anything of Sylvia's personal life, but assumed
that this willowy young woman had a boyfriend. She may
have, thought Althea, but not tonight.
The papers finally were put into the bag, the lights
shut off in their part of the complex, and Althea and
Sylvia left the building. "Any preference?" Althea
asked.
"I don't know much about this town at all," Sylvia said.
"Most of my life revolves around work and the office. I
want to do a good job for the agency. I'm enjoying the
work and think it's what I want to do."
"We usually go down her to Tom's Pub, but let's get a
bit further away from the office, Althea said. "Mind
walking a couple of blocks?"
"I need the exercise," Sylvia replied. "Which way?"
They crossed the street and headed north, chatting about
the project. The evening light was fading rapidly as
they entered a small bistro. Althea had come here before
with a former boyfriend. The place had been okay even if
the companion had not. They found a small table away
from the center. The place had some customers but wasn't
crowded. "On me, now," Althea reminded Sylvia. Althea
ordered gin and tonic and Sylvia requested a "light"
bourbon and ginger ale. They sipped their drinks and
made small talk of office matters. Althea asked about
Sylvia's activities in Chicago, and Sylvia mentioned
that she hadn't had time for much in the way of social
activities. She had broken up with a boyfriend during
her senior year and wasn't in much of a hurry to
reestablish any serious relationship, or much of any
relationship for that matter.
The alcohol was helping to wash away the stress of their
day. Sitting side-by-side at the table Althea felt her
right leg move slowly over to touch the left leg of her
companion. She was prepared to move it back quickly if
Sylvia had reacted, but Althea's touch resulted only in
a firmer response from Sylvia. Their legs remained in
contact as they finished their drinks. "Thanks for the
drink," Sylvia said. "It hit the spot."
Althea's mind raced, filled with both hope and fear. She
had never sensed any interest in sex with another
female, but the photo had reached into and touched
something deep within her. She had refrained from any
social ties at her job, and knew that her work could be
impaired by any emotional relationships. But Sylvia had
reached into Sylvia, and was probing that same spot as
the photo. "What are you going to do for dinner?" Althea
asked, with a bit of trembling in her voice.
"I've got some good spaghetti at home that needs to be
eaten, and there's plenty for both of us." Sylvia
paused. Althea felt her leg push a bit harder into her
own--perhaps it was just imagination. "Okay, if you
don't mind. I don't want to intrude."
"You're not intruding, believe me," responded Althea. "I
enjoy working with you."
Althea paid the tab and they walked out of the door. She
hailed a cab, and they sat in the back seat, caught up
in the darkness as the few blocks of Chicago flew by
their windows. Althea remembered the cab ride with
Charlie, and wondered what would happen if their hands
would happen to touch, but drew back from any attempt.
The cab disgorged them at her condo, and Althea opened
the door and they both entered. "Kick off your shoes and
get comfortable," Althea said to her guest. "I'll get
the spaghetti out and zap it." She heated up some French
bread, quickly put together a salad, and poured some
Chianti, all the while talking small talk. They sat down
across from each other at the small kitchen table and
ate the steaming spaghetti. Althea's mind raced. She
thought of what she "knew" and it conflicted with what
she "felt." She knew of the relationships that allowed
an advertising team to work, and of the problems that
could occur if pleasure entwined itself with business.
She also knew what would happen if any overtures toward
Sylvia would be rejected, and how that might interfere
with the work before them. But she also felt that she
had to find out if the feelings, engendered by the
photo, were real, and how deep they resided in her, and
how strong they would be if reality caught up with
fantasy.
"Can I tell you something? Something that happened to me
the other day? Something I haven't told anyone about?"
said Althea, leaning toward Sylvia in a way that
transmitted intimate friendship between two women,
something Althea had felt only a few times in her life.
"What was it?" responded Sylvia. "I won't tell a soul.
It must have been important."
"Promise you won't tell anyone?"
"No one."
Althea began to recount the story of the E-mail message,
and of the strange web site. She left out the details of
her reactions to the pictures, telling the story sans
emotional strings. Sylvia seemed horrified that photos
like that could appear on the computer. She asked
questions about the photos, and Althea told her of her
brief and abortive Hollywood career, and how the
pictures seem to stem from that experience. "Can I see
the photos?" asked Sylvia. "Would you rather I didn't
see them?"
"I guess I'll let you see them," rejoined Althea, but
they're a little embarrassing." Althea got up from the
table and led Sylvia into the corner of her large
bedroom where her computer resided. She switched the
computer on and they both watched in silence as the
screen came to life. Althea sat before the screen after
pulling up another chair for Sylvia, and opened the
file, which she had labeled "Insurance Plans" in which
she had stored the images. When she clicked on the first
one, it took awhile for the program in which the photos
could open to come to life. But soon the first image
filled the monitor's screen, and Sylvia let out an
audible gasp as she saw the photo of Althea's face and
the unknown body, spread before the camera and hiding no
secrets from the viewer.
The second, third, and following photos were opened in
turn. Althea said nothing, and felt somewhat embarrassed
by the display on the computer screen. Sylvia said
nothing at all. "Do you want to see the rest?" asked
Althea.
"Yes," said Sylvia, and she pulled closer to the screen
to better see the pictures on display. The anal and oral
shots caused Sylvia to stiffen visibly, as, perhaps for
the first time, she was exposed to the voyeuristic
aspect of human sex.
When Althea reached the photo in which she was on her
knees before her cute female lover, she lingered,
allowing the image to sink into Sylvia. Althea felt her
draw a bit closer to both her and to the screen as she
looked at Althea's face reacting to the hand on her
genitals and her nipple being pulled outward in pleasure
and pain. "Wow!" Sylvia said, speaking for the first
time. "What a picture!"
"Do you like that one?" Althea asked.
"Yes," Sylvia replied. "That's really sexy. Really
sexy," she said, repeating herself for honest emphasis.
The final photo in the sequence came onto the screen.
Althea turned to Sylvia. "Those are the photos. What do
you think?" "Wow. Those are something else." Sylvia
paused. "I've never seen anything like that before. I'm
not sure what effect they're having on me. I can only
guess at the effect they had on you when you first saw
them. Any idea who sent you the E-mail?"
"I don't," said Althea. "I wish I did." Althea moved her
hand to her mouse and started to close the program.
Sylvia put her hand onto Althea's, and said, "Let me see
them again, will you?"
"If you want to, sure. Here. You take the mouse."
Sylvia began to go through the photos a second time, and
paused at each one for a longer period than when Althea
had taken her through the portfolio. When she came to
the photo of the two women, Sylvia kept the photo on the
screen, looking carefully at the scene before her. "Wow.
That's sexy stuff," she said. "Do you think that's sexy,
Althea?"
Althea paused before responding. "It's the photo that
probably sticks in my mind, more than the others. All
the photos shook me up a bit. No, more than a bit. But
that one reached something I didn't know I had. I'm not
sure why." Althea looked at Sylvia, who was looking at
the photo. Sylvia turned and their eyes met before the
computer screen. Althea continued, "I've had sex with
men, but never before with a woman, and never really
thought about it. Until I saw this photo. Maybe I should
just look at it as someone's perverted fun and let it go
at that." "But you can't let it go at that, can you?"
the younger woman said.
There was an awkward pause. Then Sylvia broke the
silence: "I had sex with a woman. Once. It was my
roommate in college, last year."
"Did you like it? Althea asked, not sure if she wanted
to hear either of the possible responses.
"Yes. I did. So did she. But we never tried it again.
She's married now."
Althea's hand moved to the computer mouse and over the
hand of Sylvia, unmoving on the computer control. Althea
wrapped her fingers around Sylvia's hand, and felt it
tremble. She wasn't sure which hand was doing the
trembling, as she felt her whole body shake at the
touch. They looked at each other. "I don't want to put
you into any awkward spot," Althea said. "You're the
intern and I'm the boss. If you would rather leave right
now I'll understand and there'll be nothing more said or
done," she said as she slightly rubbed the fingers that
seemed to grip the mouse more tightly.
"You're the boss and I'm the intern. You're right. But
we're just two scared young women who aren't sure what
they want. But right now I think I want you, if you want
me," Sylvia said in a low voice. Her lower lip stuck out
a bit from beneath her upper lip. It was moist and it
trembled. Althea leaned forward and lightly kissed the
trembling lip.
Sylvia leaned forward, and then was pulled even more
forward by Althea's right arm as it went around her
back. The two women met in an embrace that moved quickly
to an open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues touched and each
entered the mouth of the other. Althea slowly arose,
pulling Sylvia with her, and their bodies pressed into
each other before the computer screen. "Let's go where
we can be more comfortable," she said, again kissing
Sylvia before taking her hand and leading her toward the
bed.
The light from the computer screen, now showing a screen
saver, provided illumination for the room. The two women
kissed again, mashing their mouths together in lust.
"I'm not sure what two women do when they make love,"
Althea whispered. "But I want to try and I'm willing to
be led anywhere you want to go." "I'm not very
experienced either," Sylvia responded. "But I think we
can find some things to do. Somewhere in this process we
want to do what's on your computer screen." "Oh, God,
Sylvia. I'd like that. I'd really like that," Althea
murmured into the ear of her lover.
Althea began to unbutton Sylvia's blouse, and removed it
from her slim shoulders. She left the younger girl's bra
remain to cover her breasts as she removed her skirt,
half slip, and then slowly rolled her stockings from her
delicate legs. She stood before Sylvia, now clad only in
panties and bra, drinking in her beauty. As she reached
behind Sylvia to remove her bra, Sylvia pulled back,
smiling. "Now it's my turn to undress you," she said,
reaching for Althea's buttons. Blouse, skirt, slip,
stockings -- all came off. Now they were both alike,
staring at each other like persons from another world.
Althea dropped onto the bed and pulled Sylvia down to
her. She pulled the younger girl into her lap as she sat
on the bed's edge. Holding her in her arms she kissed
her again. "You can leave anytime you wish," she said.
"But I hope you don't leave for a while."
"You can't drive me away," Sylvia said, pulling Althea
down to her, and meeting wet lips with her own. Althea
reached behind Sylvia's back and unsnapped her bra. Her
small, very pointed breasts now were bare. Her nipples
were pink and the areolas were raised from the
surrounding white flesh. Althea bent her head to the
task of sucking first one nipple, and then the other, to
hardness. Sylvia's hands found Althea's front clasp, and
opened her bra. Althea's slightly larger breasts were
now open to Sylvia's gaze, touch, and taste. Althea
gasped as Sylvia's mouth closed around her left nipple.
"God, they're so sensitive. Suck them...please suck
them... Just like the photo."
"Then we have to get naked, really naked," Sylvia said.
She stood, and pulled down her white panties, exposing
the light hair of her vaginal area, now moist with her
arousal. Althea looked at her, now completely exposed.
"Take my panties off, please," she asked. Sylvia hooked
her fingers into both sides and pulled the panties from
her body and let them drop onto the floor. "You are
shaved. You look beautiful. I wish I were shaved," she
said, admiring the bare sex of her lover. "We can remedy
that," Althea responded. "But later. I can't wait that
long."
"Neither can I. Get on the bed, and let me make love to
you like your photo."
They both knelt on the bed, their arms around each other
locked in a kiss. Sylvia's hand slid down Althea's chest
and stomach, and began to stroke the smooth skin above
her vaginal slit. Her finger moved downward and rubbed
her clitoris. "Oh, God!" Althea exclaimed. "Suck my
nipple. Now!" Sylvia's lips caught the hard nipple.
"Pull it. Pull it, please pull it!" Althea could barely
speak. Sylvia slowly and sensuously pulled on Althea's
nipple, steadying her body with her left hand and
rubbing Althea's clitoris with her right. She pulled the
nipple as far from Althea's body as she dared, but
Althea said, "More, dammit. Pull it more. Tighter, oh,
please!" Sylvia stretched the nipple out from Althea's
body until Althea exclaimed, "Oh, God, hold it there,"
and grasped Sylvia's head with both of her hands. The
two women didn't move. They were seemingly locked
together, held by their touching hands and the beautiful
pain of the sensuous stretch of nipple from body by lips
locked tight. "Suck it. Suck it," whispered Althea. "Rub
my cunt, please." Suddenly Althea stiffened and her body
shook with a tremendous orgasm. Sylvia felt Althea's
moisture flow onto her hand, and then Althea collapsed,
pulling Sylvia down onto the bed.
"My gosh!" Althea exclaimed, after lying still for
almost a minute. "That was really something else. I
never knew an orgasm could be so strong. It must be the
lover, but I'm sorry I came so soon," and she raised
herself and kissed Sylvia. "Don't worry. You must have
needed that, badly. I'll bet there are more inside of
you, Sylvia said as she drew Althea's head to hers and
met her lips with her own. The two women remained locked
in a kiss, and Althea sensed that Sylvia's body was
moving in ways that, better than words, spoke of the
younger woman's need for release.
"Now it's my turn to please you," Althea said. "I never
knew what women did when they made love to each other,
but I think we've found some ways. Turn over on your
stomach." Sylvia looked into Althea's face and then
turned onto her belly. Althea began to run her fingers
over Sylvia's neck and back, lightly bringing the tips
of her fingers over the smooth skin. She ran her fingers
onto Sylvia's buttocks and part way into the valley
between the beautiful rounded globes. The fingers
reached the area between her thighs and lightly touched
Sylvia's vaginal lips before moving down her legs to her
ankles. Sylvia's body moved in ecstasy and anticipation.
Althea followed her fingers with her lips, kissing the
same pathways that her fingers had followed, from neck
to ankles. When she reached Sylvia's buttocks, Althea
parted them to allow her tongue and lips to just brush
the pink puckered anus before moving to do the same to
the moist lips below. Sylvia's movements grew and she
began to rise off of the bed to contact Althea's wet
mouth. "Now turn over," Althea said.
Sylvia lay on the bed, writhing in small but obvious
movements, impatient for Althea's next loving actions.
Althea kissed her on the lips, but quickly moved to kiss
her right ear lobe and suck it into her mouth. Then she
arose, and her fingers began their sensuous journey down
Sylvia's throat and chest. Althea avoided touching
Sylvia's breasts, but swept her light touch on either
side of the small pink-tipped mounds. Her hands moved
down Sylvia's flat tummy and lightly combed her light
brown pubic hair before bestowing their touch on her now
moist vaginal lips. Althea then caressed each leg in
turn, and slowly circled each toe with her thumb and
forefinger, as if the toes were miniature clitorises,
extended in arousal. As Althea ministered to her toes,
Sylvia continued her movements. "Oh, you're a tease. A
wonderful tease," she murmured. "Do you want me to
stop?" Althea asked, playfully.
"If you do I'll kill you. Don't you dare stop!"
As before, moist lips and pointed tongue followed the
path of the fingers. And as she had done with her
fingers, Althea avoided Sylvia's breasts. Her tongue
searched Sylvia's navel, then her mouth slowly caught
and gently pulled Sylvia's pubic hairs, before the
tongue traced the vaginal lips, now puffy with lust.
Althea kissed her way down Sylvia's attractive legs and
again sucked each toe into her mouth. "Oh, god. Don't
forget my breasts," Sylvia said.
"I can't stand your teasing any more. Suck me!"
"Yes, lover," said Althea as she moved to a position in
which her face was just above Althea's right nipple.
Althea extended her tongue, moist with saliva, and just
touched the nipple's hardened tip. It was as if her
tongue had contained electricity--a shock hit Sylvia and
she moaned, "Oh, god, yes!" Again Althea extended her
tongue, and this time left a dab of saliva on the
nipple, and then drew a strand of the slippery juice out
from Sylvia's hard nipple, until the strand snapped.
Althea immediately plunged her mouth over the pink
nipple and areole, sucking both into her mouth with an
intensity that contrasted sharply with the gentle
teasing of before. She sucked hard, and Sylvia's body
bucked upward as she sharply caught her breath.
Meanwhile, Sylvia's left hand began to probe Sylvia's
vagina, spreading the lips, rubbing the hard clitoris,
and entering her wet cavern with her middle finger. "Oh,
yes. Push!" Sylvia responded to this new touch. Althea
held onto Sylvia's nipple and pink areole with her lips
while she pushed upward into Sylvia's body with her
finger. Sylvia's body rose up to meet the friendly
intruder, and Sylvia struggled to gain more feeling from
Althea's finger. Althea briefly slid her finger outward
and then inserted two fingers into the vagina. "Oh, yes.
Push! Push more!" Sylvia said in a breathless voice that
clearly revealed her arousal and her reaction to the
second finger. Althea again pulled out slightly from the
sexy, wet enclosure and brought her middle three fingers
together and reinserted them, pushing hard. Sylvia's
body again rose to meet her fingers, and she gasped in
ecstasy. And then Althea put her little finger with the
other three and firmly pushed up into Sylvia's writhing
body.
"Oh, god, yes! Don't stop. Ever!" Sylvia spoke in a
whisper. With her fingers Althea could feel the walls of
Sylvia's vaginal cylinder, and could feel the increased
flow of moisture that came as Sylvia grew more and more
aroused. Althea wondered if she could...and then again
pulled her hand out slightly, and brought her thumb in
toward her slippery fingers, and gently but firmly
pushed her whole hand upward into Sylvia's inner cavern.
Sylvia stopped moving, and inhaled sharply. Althea's
hand met resistance as the wide part of her hand
struggled to clear the vaginal muscles that ringed the
entrance. And then her hand moved further, and she was
completely in Sylvia's vagina with her whole hand.
Sylvia exhaled, and cried out, "Oh my god!" Then she
whispered, "Just hold still for a minute, okay?" Althea
held her hand still, and moved her mouth away from
Sylvia's now reddened nipple. Then Sylvia said, "Now
push. Push!"
With her left hand Althea could completely feel the
walls of Sylvia's vagina. Her fingers felt the slippery
sides, and she could reach clear to the end, and touch
the rear flesh. Her fingers felt the round circle of
Sylvia's cervix, and she stroked the small bulge gently,
feeling the hole in the center. Althea, too, was aroused
by her entrance into Sylvia's body, and leaned her head
to her lover's ear and whispered, "You don't know how
sexy this is, beautiful." Sylvia responded, again in a
whisper: "You should feel what this is like. Stroke me
right THERE." She indicated the spot that felt so good
to her, and Althea's fingers circled her cervix and
gently caressed the entrance to her womb. Sylvia now
said, louder, "Now, lover, fuck me with your hand.
Dammit! Really fuck me...!" Althea increased her
movements with her hands, probing, pushing, moving the
hand around to gain the sensation from all parts of
Sylvia's sensitive vagina, and to provide sensation to
all the surfaces of her inner body.
"Oh god. Yes. Yes. Yes." Sylvia almost shouted in a loud
whisper. Althea knew that Sylvia's climax was almost
there, and then she felt the muscles of her vagina
expand and contract around her wrist and hand, and
Sylvia pushed up hard, driving Althea's hand far into
her body. Althea felt the contractions slow, and then
sensed that her hand was now very wet with Sylvia's
secretions. Sylvia collapsed back onto the bed, and
Althea held her left hand very still while she stroked
her lover's forehead with her right hand.
"My god. I never believed that anything could be like
that," Sylvia finally said in a low voice. Althea kissed
her gently on the lips. "I'm glad you liked it. I hope I
didn't hurt you." A smile crossed Sylvia's face: "It was
good hurt, if you know what I mean. The best kind of
hurt. You're the best kind of lover."
Althea began to gently withdraw her hand from her
lover's body. The slippery liquid made the movement
fairly easy, and Althea held her hand up, looking at the
thick coating of Sylvia's secretions. Then Althea moved
her left hand to her mouth, and her tongue licked the
liquid, to taste the inside of Sylvia. Then Althea put
her little finger into her mouth, and slowly sucked the
liquid from her finger, while Sylvia watched with
surprised interest. "How do I taste?" she asked. "Good."
"Let me see." Sylvia reached up and took Althea's arm
and moved her hand to her mouth, where she licked, and
then sucked clean Althea's ring finger. They alternated
the remaining fingers, finishing up with both women
licking Althea's palm and the back of her hand, and then
kissing a sloppy kiss by which they shared the taste and
substance of Sylvia's orgasm.
"I don't know why I did that," Althea said. "But it was
so incredibly sexy."
"I liked it. A lot. I want to put my juice on your body
and then lick it off," Sylvia said. "Lie down on your
back."
Althea lay down, and Sylvia knelt beside her, and then
straddled her body. "Cup your breast for me," she said.
Althea's hands surrounded her right breast, pushing the
flesh into a narrower and taller shape. Sylvia moved her
slippery vagina directly over the breast and slowly
lowered herself onto it, taking as much of the soft,
sensitive flesh as possible into her vaginal entrance.
She ground her body into Althea's chest, and then raised
herself above Althea.
"Now the other breast," Sylvia said, and the procedure
was repeated, while Althea began to squirm, becoming
more aroused by her young lover's actions. "Now it's my
turn to suck," Sylvia said.
And she began to rub her face all over Althea's slippery
breasts and then to lick and suck the slippery pink
nipples, which arose before her from Althea's writhing
body. "Rub my clit," Althea moaned, and Sylvia's left
hand went to Althea's shaved groin and began to rub the
nub, which appeared, at the top of her now-open vaginal
lips. Sylvia's hand began to enter Althea's vagina, to
begin for her what Althea had done for Sylvia. But
Althea was too aroused, and she grabbed the hand of
Sylvia and moved it quickly back to her clitoris, saying
"Later. I'm going to come. Now." And her body arched
into Sylvia's hand and mouth as Althea came through the
touch of her intern, and now her lover. Althea shivered,
and held Sylvia's hand still on her body, too sensitive
for more touching.
They lay together in each other's arms. They kissed
lightly, still tasting their bodies in their mouths. "I
wondered what women did to make love," Althea said. "I
guess we found out, some of the ways, anyway. I liked
what we did. I find you sooo sexy."
"So do I, lover," replied Sylvia. "So do I. Does this
make us lesbians?"
"I don't think so," Althea said with a smile. "I could
still enjoy Charlie," but then she added, "but not right
now. I'm very satisfied."
Sylvia raised her head and propped it up with her hand,
and gazed into Althea's face. "Were you like this before
you saw those pictures?"
"Not at all," Althea said, thoughtfully. "I was pretty
straight and really didn't like sex much. But something
happened when I saw myself in those photos. I don't know
what happened, but maybe they brought out a side of me
that I wouldn't let out before. So I guess I'm glad that
I saw the photos, and maybe even thankful for the person
who sent me the E-mail. But I'd like to know who it
was."
The two women cuddled for a long time, still tasting the
fluids of the other in their mouths and feeling the
afterglow of their lovemaking. Then Althea found
Sylvia's wet hand and brought it to her lips and kissed
and licked her juices until the hand was clean. Althea
spoke quietly, "I'm afraid to ask, because you might say
no, but you're more than welcome to stay here tonight."
Sylvia responded with a smile. "I was hoping you'd ask,"
she said, "because I'd like to, very much. But I don't
have any things with me." Althea said, "Oh, I'll just
bet that we can find a new toothbrush, and maybe even a
nightgown-that is, if you want to wear one. You don't
need much else, do you?" "Right now, only you," was the
response. They cuddled some more, and then slowly began
to drop toward sleep. Quick trips to the bathroom were
followed by "I don't think I need a nightgown." "Good. I
won't wear one, either." They went to sleep in Althea's
king size bed, touching each other gently with their
hands.
Sylvia awoke with a start. For a second, she didn't know
where she was, but then the smell of coffee reached her
senses and she remembered that she was in Althea's
condo, and that the two women had spent the evening
together, exploring the new world of sexual experiences
with another female. She looked around her. A robe had
been laid on the bed, evidently by Althea. She put on
the white terry-cloth garment, went into the bathroom to
urinate and brush her teeth, and then walked into the
kitchen. Althea stood by the counter, dressed in a blue
robe of the same material as Sylvia's. "Well, good
morning, beautiful," Althea said. "You must have been
tired out." Sylvia walked over to her, a bit hesitantly.
She looked into Althea's warm eyes, trying to read the
feelings of the other woman. "Good morning, Althea. How
long have you been up?" "About an hour. I took a bath
and made some coffee. I figured that the coffee would
finally get to you."
Althea leaned toward Sylvia, watching for any signs that
the younger woman was having troubles with their sexual
activity of the previous night. She saw only brightness
in Sylvia's eyes, and she planted a light kiss on her
lips. Sylvia responded, and opened her mouth to allow
her tongue to lightly protrude from her mouth and touch
Althea's lips.
"I sure slept soundly," Sylvia said. "You tired me out
last night."
"I'm glad you had a good night's sleep. Uh, how do you
feel about last night?" Althea asked with some
hesitation. "I feel like I learned some things, about
myself and about sex. I feel good. How about you?"
"I'm still trying to make sense of my feelings," Althea
responded, "but I really enjoyed last night.and I guess
I'd do it all over again." Her arms reached out to
Sylvia, and she held the intern close to her body. She
could feel her curves through the cloth of the two
robes, and the fact that they both were naked beneath
the robes excited her. They kissed again, and Althea
said, "What would you like for breakfast?"
They settled on eggs, toast, and coffee, and made small
talk as they ate, discussing the job but without any
serious considerations given to work, the ad campaign,
or the others on the team. Sylvia rinsed the dishes and
put them in the dishwasher. She turned from her task.
"I'd like to take a bath now, if it's okay." "Sure,"
Althea said. "Let me know if you need anything." "You
said something last night. I may ask you to keep your
promise." Althea thought. "Now what did I promise?"
"Something about shaving," Sylvia said. "Remember?"
"Yeah. I'll keep my promise if you want me to." "I do."
Both women walked from the kitchen into the bedroom.
They quickly slid their robes from their bodies. Althea
turned to walk toward the bathroom to get Sylvia a bath
towel, but Sylvia reached out and touched Althea's
smooth, hairless groin. "I want to look like you," she
said. "If I look half as beautiful and sexy as you, I'll
be happy."
"Honey, you're more beautiful than me right now," Althea
said, resting her fingers on Sylvia's left breast. "Let
me get you a towel. I'm looking forward to this."
TO BE CONTINUED.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 13