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From: friar.dave@teamhbbs.com (FRIAR DAVE)

HESTER (Part one of two)
by Friar Dave
(Copyright 1994)

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This story involves explicit descriptions of consensual sex acts 
between an adult man and an adult woman, and between an adult woman 
and several teenage males. There is no B&D, S&M, bestiality, violence, 
coercion, humiliation, projectile vomiting, miscellaneous bathroom 
sports, illegal drug use or references to O.J. Simpson. Please show 
it only to those capable and willing to consent to reading it. This 
story is (c) copyrighted by the author.  Entirely fiction. Batteries 
not included. 
================================================================


Hester and I had been seeing each other for about seven months when 
the subject came up again. 

"I wish I didn't have that hangup about -- you know."

It had been so long since we'd talked about it, I *didn't* know. 
"What?" I cuddled her closer, savoring our mutual dampness.

"About, well, you know -- taking you in my mouth." She was laying 
atop me and mumbling into my chest. My limpening dick was still 
inside her. 

"You do take me into your mouth, lots. And I like it, lots." I 
squeezed her pert buttocks. It had taken some getting used to, 
being in bed with her. I usually favor tall, well-upholstered 
women. Barely five feet tall, very slim and with petite breasts, at 
first it had been a bit too much like being with a young teen. 
Especially since she kept her fine, dark pubic hair trimmed quite 
short.

"No, I mean having you cum in my mouth." She tilted her face up 
toward me. Her doe-shaped brown eyes were wide and soulful. 
"Sometimes I feel like I'm cheating you." When she was really 
concerned and intimate, enough of her native Georgia crept into her 
voice to make her sound almost like a young girl, too.

I grinned at her. "That? Hey, I'll trade away that for what we've 
got any time at all." Which was true true true. At 30, Hester was a 
wildcat in bed. Sleek, lithe and firm, she threw herself into sex 
with the same passion as everything else -- completely. Unlike a 
lot of women I'd known, Hester was not afraid of simply 
surrendering herself to pleasure, no matter how intense. 

"Still..."

So what if those lush, full lips of hers and her slightly over-
generous mouth looked as if they'd been designed for cocksucking? 
She *did* suck cock, and quite wonderfully. She simply didn't want 
me cumming in her mouth. She said she loved to feel me cumming in 
her sweet little pussy and -- sometimes -- her narrow little butt. 
Hey -- no problem!

"Still what?"

"Well, I remember how you got when you told me about Elly...I 
dunno. I guess I just don't know what's wrong with me."

Oh, yes -- Elly. The petite young Pole from the old neighborhood. 
Elly -- who'd gone from overweight teenage pudgeball to a svelte 
20ish doll who had only one flaw keeping her from being the ideal 
vest-pocket Venus: her tits, which had ballooned out to something 
like 32-DD. Elly -- who had loved swallowing cum so much that she 
came herself when she got a mouthful. I was beginning to regret 
mentioning Elly, though it had been with the best of intentions -- 
namely, to convince Hester that I'd rather be in bed with her and 
her reluctance to suck me off than Elly and her hangups about her 
own orgasms being shameful.

"Nothing's wrong with you. In fact, everything is just terrific 
about you." Except your self-doubts and self-deprecation, I added 
mentally. 

"You're sweet," she answered, nuzzling my chest hairs. Then she 
looked up into my eyes. The dim glow seeping into the bedroom from 
the living room lamp emphasized her high, finely chiseled 
cheekbones. She had cheekbones most models would kill for.

"You're also not telling the whole truth about it," she whispered. 
"I remember how hard you got when you told me how she got off just 
swallowing semen. You wish I was like that, too."

"Not if it means changing anything else about you."

"See? You do miss it."

"Not really."

"But you wish I was like that."

I squeezed her butt, hard, and felt her pussy tighten around my 
dick. "You know what I like best, Hester?"

Her eyes were half-closed as she enjoyed the feel of my cock slowly 
reinflating in her cunt. She slowly shook her head. "Mmm?"

"When you use your inside muscles to hug me and get me hard again."

A flush was growing on her cheeks. I could feel her nipples 
stiffening against my chest. 

"Like this?"

I groaned as her pussy began pulsating on my prick, pulling and 
squeezing me. The first time we'd made it, I'd been a bit concerned 
about her small twat and her small frame taking my fairly thick 
dick. As tight as she was, though, she'd stretched easily and 
enjoyed every fat inch. But when she'd begun clamping down on my 
prick, I'd at first wondered if she really was a 14-year-old 
passing; the stricture was amazing. 

And incredibly arousing.

"You like it when I do my kegels with you inside?" She grinned 
evilly. The flush had spread to her neck. Beneath my hands, her ass 
had begun slowly churning, around and up and down. Not a lot -- but 
combined with what she was doing inside, she had me right back at 
full erection.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" she grunted, grinding her mound against me and 
cumming.

I tried to dig my fingers into her butt and humped up at her.

"Gonna make you cum in me!" she gasped.

Her pussy flexed and spasmed, milking at my rigid prick. 

"Gonna suck you off inside me!" 

Flex-flex-flex. My balls were pulling up tight.

"Whantcha ta fill me with it!"

She pushed herself up on her arms and slammed her convulsing cunt 
up and down on my prick for about two inches.

"Do it!"

I did it. The semen swelled through my prick.

"Yes! YES! EEEEE!"

And as always, when she felt my cock throbbing inside her, she came 
too -- and came hard. My balls churned and another shot bolted 
through my cock, squeezing past the constriction caused by her 
orgasmically tightened pussy and bursting into the sheath of her 
rippling cunt. 

"EEEEE!"

I came again and again, draining my balls till they ached. When my 
surges finally stopped, her cunt convulsed rapidly on my cock, 
drawing up the last drops of cum and then some. I think my nuts 
were dusty by the time she let herself collapse atop me again. 

As our breathing slowed and I kissed the top of her head and 
caressed her face and shoulders, she tilted her face up. She 
studied my expression. 

"I'm gonna find a way to do it, Dan."

"Huh?" I gasped wittily.

"To get over my hangup. I want us to have it all."

"Stop it, Hester. This is so good the way it is, I don't want to 
change any of it."

"No! I want to do it all!"

"Sure, baby, sure." I patted her butt and decided that was as good 
a place as any for my hand -- covering most of her rock hard little 
hams. I let myself doze, not knowing what her determination was 
going to mean.

A few days passed. We spoke briefly once or twice. It was a busy 
time for both of us. Hester was assistant marketing director for a 
local cable station, and I was an ad copywriter. We'd met at a 
fund-raiser for an AIDS home care group when both of us ducked 
outside simultaneously for a smoke. It was only after we realized 
how well we hit it off -- especially in the sack -- that I told her 
exactly what I did and for whom. Some of my agency's clients were 
among the biggest sponsors on her network, and one of them 
sponsored the highly rated evening sports segment.

Anyhow, with sweeps week concluding and me just finishing off a 
series of spots for a major local utility (which shall go nameless 
except that fans of "The President's Analyst" may find a hint in 
the initials "TPC"), we were both very busy little urban 
professionals.

On Thursday, Hester left a message on my answering machine reminding me 
that she was going to be away for the weekend at one of her 
self-improvement retreats, and telling me she hoped we could get 
together the following Monday evening. That made me smile.

The smile and the promise almost weren't enough for me, though. On 
Saturday I had to attend one of those dreadful family gatherings. 
They were bad enough under the best of circumstances -- which is to 
say, when they were brief and relatively limited -- but this was a 
very tough one: a wedding. My cousin's oldest daughter, a girl from 
New Jersey with huge hair and huge tits and a huge opinion of 
herself, had roped a computer programmer. As I understood it, the 
poor soul had a mammoth IQ, about a dozen key copyrights on code, a 
ton of money and about as much experience with women as you'd 
expect from a prime example of nerdus extremis.

What made it worse, though, was Alicia. The bride's younger sister 
decided to see how much of a rise she could get out of me by 
teasing me mercilessly. Like her sister, she had huge hair and huge 
tits, which made it tough enough, except she also knew very well 
how to tease -- and she was fifteen. It rapidly became apparent to 
me that she was using her attentions to me to madden a 
seventeen-year-old from the groom's party. Nothing I did or said 
made her stop until I whispered into her shell-like ear that I 
couldn't wait for us to be alone so she could feel eight thick-as-
her-wrist inches up her cute little butt.

Naturally, I was in a great mood by the time I got home to my empty 
apartment Saturday night, and a Con Ed crew drilling the pavement 
at six on Sunday morning put a cap on it. I finally went to the gym 
and put in a half-hour on the heavy bag to work off some of the 
tension.

When Monday evening finally rolled around, I had almost become 
human again and I was looking forward eagerly -- and then some -- 
to spending some Quality Time with Hester, i.e., fucking our brains 
out. She showed up her standard twenty minutes late, a tote bad 
slung over her shoulder. She was wearing high-heeled boots, skin-
tight faded jeans and was clearly braless within her white blouse. 
With her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she looked like an ad 
for statutory rape.

"Hi, lover," she cooed, and launched herself into my arms. We 
sucked face ferociously as she dropped her bag and wrapped her legs 
around my hips. I cupped her tight, denim-sheathed butt in both 
hands and kicked the door shut.

Two minutes later, we came up for air. She climbed off me and 
giggled. Her nipples were swollen through her blouse. "Miss me?"

"And how!" I growled, reaching for her. She danced away, holding up 
her hands to ward me off.

"Just you wait a minute, buster. I've got something for you."

"Souvenir of the weekend of self-improvement? What was this one all 
about, anyhow?"

"You'll find out soon enough," she said, smiling slyly. She was 
rummaging through her tote bag. "Ah!" She stood and handed me a 
small squeeze-bottle labeled as coconut-scented massage oil.

"Thank you," I said. "We can massage each other and -- "

Her smile broadened. 

"What?"

She sat on the couch, still smiling, and held up one leg. "Boots 
please, sugar?"

I grinned, not knowing why, and fell into the ritual. I tugged off 
first one, then the other of her fine, leather calf-high boots. She 
continued to smile.

"Come on, Hester -- give."

She stood and motioned for me to sit. "This is something I've been 
wanting to do for a long time. First, put a little of the oil on 
your hand -- just a smidgen."

I uncapped the bottle squeezed a tiny drop into my palm. The aroma 
of fresh coconut was intense. I set the bottle aside and rubbed the 
oil all over my palms. "Okay?"

She took my wrists and brought her hand up to her face, closing her 
lovely eyes and inhaling deeply. With her eyes still shut, she 
said, "Now, what's sweeter than sugar?"

What the hell was going on? I wondered, but decided to play along.

"Ummm....honey."

"Mmmmmm." Her eyes opened and I recognized the look. If her nipples 
had been stiff before, now they resembled spikes. Still holding my 
wrists, she used her legs to pry mine apart and sank to her knees 
between them. She put her hands on my thighs and said, "Now you just 
sit still, sugar."

Hester quickly unfastened my belt and opened my zipper. She pulled 
my stiff prick out, leaned forward and plunged her mouth down over 
the knob. Her lips tightened on my shaft, and she began to suck 
while using her tongue on the underside of my glans. 

"Wow! Dammit, that's sooo gooood," I moaned. "Oh, honey!"

When I said "honey," she seemed to turn up the suction. She began 
alternately tightening and loosening her lush lips on my raging 
cock and moving them up and down just a bit on the shaft. And all 
the time, her tongue was fluttering wildly on the underside of my 
glans. She kept making these hungry little groaning noises. Her 
right hand came up to grab the base of my cock, and she began 
slowly pumping it. Her left hand went between her legs, and she 
started grabbing the denim-covered chub of her cunt. 

My balls tightened, and I had to make a conscious effort not to 
buck my hips at her. "W-w-watch it, baby -- I'm gonna cum soon!"

She moaned deep in her throat. She sucked all the harder, her hand 
began tugging on my shaft urgently, and her hips began to lurch 
just a bit. She palmed her cunt urgently.

I felt the pressure building. "I'm gonna -- gonna -- honey -- "

She turned up the suction and the tongue work, groaning deep in her 
throat. The vibrations were the last straw. The jism blitzed up the 
length of my cock and spurted into the hot. welcoming cavern of her 
mouth. She swallowed and sucked for more, I fired another blast, and 
her hips bucked and trembled. She was cumming!

Seeing her get off as she greedily sucked my cock and swallowed my 
semen caused something inside me to let go. I sighed and relaxed 
and just let the cum flow. My loads were larger than usual, it 
seemed, and they just kept detonating. And with each big burst of 
my sauce, she just seemed to cum all the harder and suck all the 
more urgently.

When I finally finished emptying my nuts into her mouth, she 
released my cock with a long, gently loving suck. Hester settled 
her butt on her heels and lay her head on my thigh, panting. I 
caressed her head and her face and finally pulled her up onto the 
couch with me, cradling her in my arms.

She tilted her still-flushed face up at me. Her lush lips were 
still slick with my cum. I bent and kissed her, tasting my semen on 
her soft mouth.

When we broke the kiss, she smiled. "I can't believe how much I 
came," she whispered. 

"I loved it. But I don't understand."

She blushed and lowered her eyes. "My self-improvement course."

"You practiced cocksucking?"

She giggled softly. "Un-uh. Self-hypnosis. I learned to plant a 
suggestion. In this case, I'd get so hot to suck you off and 
swallow your semen that when I finally did, I'd cum. And keep 
cumming as long as I could swallow it."

I understood, then. "And it's a double-trigger: the smell of the 
coconut and the word -- "

She put her finger on my lips. "I can still smell the coconut, so 
don't say it until you're ready to deliver."

"Hmmm." I kissed her ear. "What happens if you get triggered and 
there's no source for relief? Ever thought of that?"

"Oh, I thought of it. On one of your phone messages, you say the 
word. I took a sniff of the oil and replayed the message."

"And?"

"Pretty grim. I masturbated till my fingers were stiff, even tried 
using my massager and inserting a small Evian bottle. No go. Got in 
the tub and put the hand-held shower massager to use. No go. 
Finally went to sleep, exhausted, stiff -- and still horny. Sleep 
seems to release it. But you wouldn't believe the dreams I had."

"Sounds promising." It looked promising, too. Her nipples had gone 
back to high beam. "But you do still like, um...other stuff, I 
hope!" I slid my hand down to cup her firm little breast. She 
sighed and pushed against me.

"Um-hmmm!"

"Good. I'm hungry."

"What do you want to -- EEEK!"

Her shriek was surprise. I scooped her into my arms and stood, 
carrying her awkwardly -- my pants were still around my ankles -- 
into the bedroom. I dumped her onto the waterbed and then fell 
alongside her.

"Sir, are you going to ravish me?" she whispered in her best 
Georgia peach tones. She lay with her arms back, elbows bent, and 
her legs slightly parted.

"You bet." I fumbled open the buttons of her blouse rather nimbly 
and set to giving her firm little tits the attention they deserved. 
When they were nice and wet with my saliva, I blew gently on them, 
cooling them. She hummed softly and tunelessly -- until I gently 
took one spiked nipple carefully between my teeth, eliciting a gasp 
of pleasure from her. I rubbed the trapped tip with my tongue and 
she groaned loudly and writhed slowly. When my hand reached her 
crotch, I cupped and lightly squeezed her pubis. She ground it into 
my palm. I slid my hand up and deftly unsnapped the waist of her 
jeans, then pushed the zipper down.

As I released her left nipple and began suckling at the right one, I 
began pushing the jeans down off her slim hips. She wriggled, 
trying to help, but it wasn't enough; her jeans were too tight, She 
reached down herself and pushed them to her thighs. She wasn't 
wearing panties. Promptly, I began licking my way down over her 
tummy and flat abdomen. I reversed myself on the bed and began 
licking her upper thighs as she tugged my trousers off my ankles.

With her jeans holding her thighs together, I had to stretch my 
tongue down to reached her swollen, slippery labia. Her moans got 
louder when I slid my hands beneath her to cup her small, hard ass. 
I lifted her to my mouth and slurped at as much of her cunt as I 
could reach. She was gasping fairly frantically now. When I slid 
one hand a little farther and wedged a finger into her cunt, she 
moaned loudly. Her pussy began spasming on that lone digit. I 
pumped it slowly as I ran the underside of my tongue over her 
swollen clit. She came, hard, grunting and then screaming softly.

As she came down from her rush, I rolled her onto her stomach, 
turned myself on the bed lengthwise and crawled up over her. I 
lowered myself, using one hand to guide my cock between her closed 
thighs.

"Yes..." she hissed softly.

I fit the head of my prick into her cunt and let myself down on her 
some more. The top of her head didn't quite reach my chin, and I 
supported my upper-body weight on my elbows. 

"Oh, yes...oh, yes...ohyesohyesohyessss..." she breathed as I 
slowly pushed the length of my thick dick into her tight-made-
tighter pussy, stretching her wider and deeper until she had the 
whole meaty cylinder. Her hips shuddered and I felt her cunt 
spasming irregularly around my dick. Then she hunched her butt up 
and back at me sharply. Her pussy clamped tightly around me as her 
buttocks clenched in her cumming.

"Ravishing you," I whispered.

"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me hard!"

I ground my pelvis in little circles and savored her loud moans of 
pleasure, then pulled halfway back -- only to slam down into her, 
wrenching a yelp of enjoyment from her.

"Yes! Do it hard!" she demanded.

I repeated it, each time pulling back a little farther, teasing her 
with just my knob still inside her, then slamming down deep into 
her, grunting with the effort.

Suddenly, I rolled us both onto our sides. 

"Pull your knees up," I wheezed. As soon as she did, I rolled us 
both to our knees, still locked at the loins. She let her shoulders 
down to the bed as I knelt behind her, grasping her hips. I pulled 
ever so slowly back, looking down to observe the action. I did so 
enjoy seeing my thick cock pulling out of her small cunt. As tight 
as she was in that position, her cunt lips seemed to grasp my prick 
and some of the inner lining of her pussy actually seemed to turn 
inside out. Even her smooth little rosette of an asshole puckered 
out at me when I drove my meat into her. Given her narrow hips and 
tiny ass, it made my cock look huge by comparison -- impossibly 
large for her to accommodate.

"Fuuuuuuck," she moaned deep in her throat as I hesitated, only my 
tip still inside her.

I rammed into her, hard and deep. She grunted and then began 
thrashing her upper body on the bed. I plumbed her steamy depths, 
pulled back and did it again, pistoning my meat in her tight cunt. 
She shifted and slid her hand down to her crotch. I knew the 
instant her fingers found her clit; her pussy went nuts.

I was pumping like a madman, sweating heavily and snorting. The 
room was ripe with the aroma of her cunt juice. I tightened my grip 
on her hips and lifted her knees off the bed, with her head and 
shoulders still down.

"Yassss..." she growled, knowing and relishing what was coming. 
Using main force, I held her before me and began yanking her back 
at me in time with my thrusts. Her hands fell limp to the bed and 
she let me rut at her, harder and faster and deeper. I felt the 
rush start in my balls and then the lava surged the length of my 
cock, swelling it deeper and thicker into her. I pulled her tightly 
against me and let her knees come back down to the bed, and then I 
was gushing into her. She squealed softly into the bedcover and 
pulsed on me with every spurt.

The dregs eased into her sweet pussy, and with them went the last 
of my strength. I half-collapsed down onto her, pulling both of us 
onto our sides so we could nestle, spoon style. 

"Oh, sugar," she breathed, hugging my spent cock with her pussy.

"That was so good, honey," I said, thoughtlessly.

"Oh, nooooo...." she groaned. "Why did you have to say that?" I 
felt her nipples, which had softened, stiffen in the palms of my 
hands. She wriggled out of my embrace, releasing my spent dick. She 
climbed up on her hands and still-hobbled knees. "I have to suck 
you," she whimpered. "Have to suck you off." She pushed me onto my 
back.

"You mean -- "

"Gotta have it," she mumbled, crawling over me and slurping my limp 
prick into her mouth. Her tongue was like sandpaper on my 
ultrasensitized cock, and I let out a loud "Ouch!" as she struggled 
to get any residue off my cock.

She raised her head and looked at me with desperation in her face. 
"I gotta have your cum or I'll go crazy!"

Inspiration!

"I know where there's plenty." I sat up, groaning, and reached to 
her crotch, still soaked with our juices. I stuck a finger into her 
and withdrew it, slimed with our juices. "Here." 

She devoured my finger, thoroughly cleaning it. "Yes!" she 
breathed, rolling onto her back. We worked together to quickly drag 
the jeans the rest of the way off her, and then she reached between 
her legs with both hands and started scooping all the semen she 
could from her cunt to her mouth. Suddenly, her hips shook and she 
arched off the bed.

When she settled back, she was breathless. 

"Are you okay now?" I asked, laying back next to her.

She nodded, panting. "Gotta be careful what you say to me."

"No kidding."

She rolled onto her side so her lovely little breasts were pressed 
against my arm. "I have a confession."

"Yes?"

"I liked it."

"I noticed."

"No, not just the cumming and everything..." She lowered her gaze 
and actually seemed to blush a bit. "The wantonness. Is that a 
word?"

"It is now."

She smiled slightly. "Even -- even feeling slutty. Just wanting and 
craving your cum in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat, in my 
belly..." She was half-gasping. "Living on your cum, feeding on it, 
nursing at your cock and feeling it big and hard and pulsing in my 
mouth..." She had one hand between her legs again. "I love feeling 
your cock swell with each spurt." She closed her eyes and shuddered 
slightly. "I feel like I can just let go and indulge myself. I 
really think it's the most intense orgasms for me."

"That most erogenous of organs."

She nodded solemnly. "The mind does have a lot to do with it. You 
don't mind it, do you?"

"Being sucked off and watching you cum from doing it?" I smiled. "I 
can live with it as long as we keep doing other stuff."

"Oh, goody." She threw her small arm across my chest and nestled. I 
kissed the top of her head. "What about food?"

"Not really hungry," she mumbled, half dozing.

"I wonder why?" I kidded, but she was already out. I ordered in 
Chinese for delivery from a place that boasted of never adding any 
chemicals to the food -- especially MSG. 

Even without the MSG, though, an hour after dinner, Hester was 
hungry again. I was too much of a gentleman to refuse.

HESTER (Part two of two)
by Friar Dave
(Copyright 1994)

================================================================
This story involves explicit descriptions of consensual sex acts 
between an adult man and an adult woman, and between an adult woman 
and several teenage males. There is no B&D, S&M, bestiality, violence, 
coercion, humiliation, projectile vomiting, miscellaneous bathroom 
sports, illegal drug use or references to O.J. Simpson. Please show 
it only to those capable and willing to consent to reading it. This 
story is (c) copyrighted by the author.  Entirely fiction. Batteries 
not included. 
================================================================

I was in Male Heaven for the next couple of weeks. I mean, here was 
a woman who came from swallowing my cum. Hester wasn't insatiable, 
but she could do a damn good imitation from time to time. Her 
birthday came and with it, a mysterious and unexplained request 
that I not buy her a gift. At dinner, she gave me a small glassine 
bag with some ground beige substance in it and asked me to mix it 
into my water -- and not to order anything with alcohol in it. 
After getting her solemn pledge that it was a legal herbal 
substance, I agreed. She smiled happily as I drained the glass.

Back at her place, she explained that it was a very expensive herb 
she'd gotten at a small basement shop in Chinatown with the help of 
a colleague at work. It was reputed to assist in the fathering of 
sons -- which, she had been told, required the production of more 
semen. It sounded like a crock to me, and I told her so. I felt no 
hornier than usual for her, but I didn't know if I *could* be hornier 
than usual for her, so that was no test.

Nonetheless, we were making out on her couch pretty heatedly when 
she took a small drammer from her end table. She dabbed it on my 
fingertips, replaced the stopper and looked up at me expectantly. I 
smiled and caressed her cheek, watching her nostrils flare as she 
took in the scent, and then I whispered, "Happy birthday, honey."

"Ohhhhhhh..." she moaned and began tearing at my trousers. She 
twisted onto her knees on the couch and I lifted my butt so she 
could get my trousers and briefs down. She clamped her mouth around 
the tip of my dick and started sucking madly. Saliva dribbled from 
her cock-stuffed lips onto my shaft. She gripped my cock 
with her hand and began slowly jacking me. Her tongue was pulsing 
against the underside of my glans. My balls felt dangerously 
swollen.

That was all the warning either of us got. My prick swelled and 
then I gushed cum into her mouth. The first spurt must have lasted 
a good three or four seconds. Her cheeks actually swelled. She 
swallowed loudly, her hips churning and bucking as she came -- and 
then I fired again, another equally preposterous spurt of cream. 
For me, the pleasure was so intense that it frightened me. 

I ejaculated three more times like that before cumming in what 
seemed like a more normal volume. By then, I was sure I must 
have been spurting piss or blood into her mouth, but when I was 
done -- only temporarily, I assure you -- I could see what looked 
like a thicker-than-normal white residue on her lips and teeth. 

I don't know what that herb was, but it was definitely not a one-
shot wonder. Hester voraciously sucked me off three more times 
before we crashed into sleep, and each time the volume and force of 
my ejaculations was only minimally less than the previous one. Only 
the next morning, when I woke to find her gobbling my dick yet 
again, did I cum with normalcy -- normal, that is, if you skipped 
the fact that I blown four year-quality loads down her throat the 
night before. Hester said the size and power of my eruptions was 
the best birthday gift she'd ever had; she figured she'd cum with 
every spurt, and there'd been plenty of spurts.

Of course, it was three days before I could walk or sit normally 
again.

Yeah, it was MCP heaven for the first few weeks. 

Then things started going...off.

It started on a Sunday morning. We'd spent a rainy Saturday 
afternoon revisiting some old friends hanging in the Metropolitan's 
American wing, dined at a little place on Third Avenue, then hopped 
the bus down to my place. We stopped to pick up two bottles of wine 
and then some fruit and cheese and prepared for a relaxed evening 
of cuddling and caressing on the sofa. One thing led inevitably to 
another which led inevitably to me cumming in her mouth and her 
simply cumming. We killed one bottle of wine and half of the other, 
then fell into bed. Hester was petite enough that I was perfectly 
comfortable sleeping with her sprawled atop me.

I awoke early, just after dawn. We were nestled like spoons, with 
me behind her and my cock nestled heavily between her tight buns. I 
kissed the nape of her neck lightly. She hmmmmed in her sleep and 
pressed back against me, encircled in my arms. I let one hand cover 
her breast and dozed again.

When I next awoke, it was because Hester was vigorously sucking my 
stiff cock. It was a wonderful way to wake. I gazed down, playing 
participant voyeur, Her finely chiseled face was partially obscured 
and partially framed by her disheveled hair. The oval of her lush 
lips was moving up and down just a bit over my prick. Her cheeks 
were hollowed by her pulsating suction and her tongue was dancing 
along the underside of my shaft. It was absolutely wonderful. 

She was laying partly between my legs, with her thighs open and her 
wet cunt rubbing my shin. One stiff nipple was moving against the 
top of my thigh as she slowly shimmied. She was totally focused on 
the cock in her mouth. She took me to the back of her mouth and let 
the knob just touch her throat, an exhilarating sensation for me. I 
groaned.

At that sound her eyes opened and she looked up at me, meeting my 
gaze. She slowly pulled her mouth off my prick. 

"Like what you see big fella?"

"Gorgeous."

"Do I look like wanton, like a cocksucking slut?"

"You look gorgeous, sexy and turned on. You look like you really 
enjoy what you're doing."

She gave me a long slow lick from the base of my prick to the tip. 
She wrapped one hand around the root of my cock and began slowing 
stroking.

"I want to drink you dry, darling."

"Can I return the favor?"

"Later. Oh, by the way, noticed anything different?"

Still somewhat groggy with sleep and overwhelmed with the 
sensations, I couldn't really notice anything. After a moment of my 
blank staring, she smiled again.

"No oil, no keyword."

My eyes opened wide. "You mean -- "

"I made a little modification. Whenever I feel horny, now..."

"Oh, no..."

"Oh, yes!" And she plunged my cock back into her mouth. She stroked 
madly and sucked as if she wanted to leave nothing more moist than 
ashes. Her groans didn't slow things, and neither did the feel of 
her oozing pussy on my leg. She hunched forward greedily and ground 
her cunt and clit against my thigh. I was seconds from erupting...

...when she wormed one insidious finger up my butt.

"WHA---!" I yelped and then I was gushing into her mouth. She 
suckled at my cock, swallowing all I had and vacuuming still more. 
Her finger rubbed my prostate, and I thought my nuts had exploded. 
And all the time, Hester was writhing and moaning loudly in orgasm.

I shot off again three or four times before I ran dry. Hester drank 
it all and only reluctantly withdrew stinkfinger from my butt. She 
lay, still wriggling, across my legs and swallowed my shriveling 
cock to the base. I felt her tongue slip out and touch the top of 
my scrotum. Her nose was against my pubis. My heart felt like it 
was going to pound right out of my chest. 

I finally managed to urge her to crawl up into my arms. She 
burrowed her face into the hollow of my neck and just shook for a 
few minutes. 

When we'd caught our breath, she leaned up to my ear and murmured, 
"I've never cum so hard in my life. That was wonderful!"

"Baby," I whispered, "that was very pleasurable and very intense."

"But?"

"But -- what about all the other lovely stuff? I mean, you're 
telling me that if I eat you, you won't get off until I cum in your 
mouth. If I want us to do it doggy-style or up the butt -- I have 
to cum in your mouth. I miss those things with you -- a lot."

"But I thought you'd like this," she protested. "I mean, isn't this 
like a dream come true? All you have to do to satisfy me -- and 
does it ever! -- is let me suck you off."

"Variety, doll, is the spice of life."

"Are you telling me that this is bland?"

"Well, not exactly bland, but..but I want us to fuck. I want to 
suck you. I miss the taste and feel of your sweet pussy. Couldn't 
you make just a little change in your self-programming? Please?"

She frowned in thought, then nodded -- slowly. 

"I think so," she said. 

I didn't care for the uncertainty in her tone, but said nothing. I 
could always hope.

          *          *          *

So much for hoping. Three weeks later, she was red-eyed and 
fighting back tears and my cock was starting to feel a little sore. 
It was getting ridiculous. Now she'd taken to deep-throating me in 
her hunger for my cum -- and she absolutely could not get off any 
other way. The problem was that wide as her lips were, her teeth 
tended to scratch the base of my cock.

We were sitting across my dining table from each other, sharing a 
pot of tea.

"I don't know what to do," she sniffled. "I even tried going to a 
psychotherapist who's a licensed hypnotist."

"What'd he say?"

"*She* said I was the only one who could change it."

"Wonderful." I shook my head. Why the hell had she gone and messed 
with this in the first place? Well, I knew the answer: She wanted 
it to be better for me. 

"Do you have any ideas?"  She sniffled again, which made her firm 
tits jiggle sweetly under her pale yellow blouse.

Actually, I did. I'd been doing a little reading and making a few 
very discreet calls. I'd learned two things: That Hester was 
immensely suggestible, and that changing her programming meant 
somehow forcing her to cum without allowing her the taste of my 
semen.

I shared these little tidbits with her.

She shook her head. "It just won't work. Don't you think I've 
tried?"

"Maybe I can help you."

"How? If you're there, I'll finally get so horny I'll jump you." 
She took a sip of her tea. "I mean, what are you going to do, tie -- "

Her eyes widened. Her nipples stiffened. 

She put down the tea cup. "You know, I used to have this fantasy 
where -- "

I shook my head. "Forget it."

"No -- wait. Hear me out."

She knew damn well I couldn't refuse to listen. "Alright." I took 
out my pipe and pouch.

"I had this friend in college, Regina. Nice Catholic girl. We got 
to be sort of confidants. Just a little bit of a thing, smaller 
than me, and she was dating this hulk, a lineman from the football 
team. I mean, this guy was huge, three or four inches taller than 
you and twice as wide. So we were doing in a bottle of screw-cap 
wine and exchanging notes and I finally asked her: How could she 
possibly have sex with a guy that big? She told me that the only 
way she could really, really get off was if she was being somehow 
restrained, and the hulk fit the bill. 

"So I said, sure, having a three-hundred pound gorilla on top of 
you would restrain you just fine, but also smother you. And she 
giggled and blushed and drank some more wine and told me that was 
true, but he was so strong he would just hold her by her hips and 
sort of pump her up and down on him and there was nothing she could 
do about it. She figured it was all that sexual guilt, like she 
wasn't allowed to enjoy it if she could stop it."

I was staring, my pipe motionless in the pouch.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I echoed cleverly.

"What do you think?"

"I think the last thing you have is sexual guilt, especially since 
you're not a Catholic, besides which I'm not a college-age 
linebacker."

She slapped the table so sharply that I jumped. "Don't you get it? 
I have a block against it now. And you don't need to be as big as 
Andy was; that's what silk scarves were invented for."

I closed my mouth, saying only: "Oh."

"So if you tie me up and play with me and use me till my body has 
an orgasm despite my blocks, it should break up the blocks."

"And maybe establish that as the only way you can cum."

She blinked. "I didn't think of that."

I finished packing my pipe and lit it with a wooden match. I didn't 
say the obvious, because it *was* obvious, and it would have been 
insulting her intelligence. 

"Another way might be the Manchurian Candidate routine."

She frowned.

"Remember when Sinatra has Harvey pick up a deck of cards and 
they're all red queens?"

She nodded. "But I'm not sure I'm getting this. How do I overload 
-- oh!"

And with illumination came the predictable physical reaction. She 
stood slowly.

"Oh, no," I groaned.

She came around the side of the table, a feral fellatrix. "I just 
imagined what it would be like to suck off eight, ten, twenty guys 
one right after..."

She dropped to her knees, unzipped me, fished out my overworked 
dick and crammed it into her mouth. If there was one thing I had 
learned by then, it was that once Hester got started, she didn't 
stop till she got what she, er, came for.

I surrendered to the inevitable.

          *          *          *

A few days later, I was having a couple of drinks with Craig, one 
of my best friends and one of the few guys I felt I could discuss 
this with. Well, to be honest, more than a few drinks. Whatever. We 
were sitting at the bar in Flannigan's, on University Place. Craig 
was drinking white wine spritzers; I was working on my third Johnny 
Walker Black and feeling every molecule of it.

"I honestly don't know what to tell you, Dan," he said. "Even when 
I was into the orgy scene, this would have been a tough one. Have 
you tried the sex clubs?"

I nodded, tossed back some scotch. "Sure. None of them had any kind 
of verification policies. Pay at the door and you're in. I even 
tried looking in the swinger's mags, but the few guys worth 
contacting -- based on the ads -- sounded..."

"Questionable? Sleazy?"

"Questionably sleazy."

Cheers erupted along the bar. The Summer Games were on the 
television and an American diver had just moved into second place. 
As the camera followed the diver back to the jacuzzi, Craig nudged 
me.

"Did you see that? His Speedo looked like it held a grapefruit."

"Sorry; I missed that."

"Well, I never would. I wonder if he's got a functioning brain."

"Craig, you've got a lover. Don't tell me you're thinking about -- "

"Doesn't mean I'm dead," he said. "I can look and imagine...That's 
it!"

His outburst caught me by surprise as I was signaling to Max for 
another JWB. "What's it?"

"What do you do for a living?"

"Ad copywriter. You know that."

"And don't you think it would be a coup if one of your clients 
could underwrite all the sports clothes needed for a deserving 
team?"

Maybe it was the fourth scotch. Maybe it was weariness from 
Hester's mouth. Maybe it was the phase of the moon. Whatever it 
was, by the time he finished telling me his idea, I was convinced 
it was the solution.

          *          *          *

"It's really quite all right, Father," I said for the fourth or 
fifth time. I was taking note of the numbers on the jerseys as the 
young men stepped out to be measured for their complimentary 
sweatsuits and sweat jackets and warmup clothes and on and on and 
on...

"But it really can't be overstated. Our tradition at St. Urban's 
has been that everything is secondary to academic excellence. 
Acceptance is the equivalent of a full scholarship -- no tuition or 
fees. What bequests we get go immediately to improving our academic 
and facilities and the school building. We seldom have a penny to 
spare for athletic equipment, let alone apparel and -- "

"Yes, Father, I quite understand. And that's one of the reasons our 
client wanted to supply your athletes. We want the people who wear 
their athletic clothes to be thinking people, not just jocks -- but 
intelligent, well-educated people who also take sports seriously."

He put his hands on his hips. St. Urban's was traditional, which 
meant the principal still wore the black robes. The guy looked like 
the stand in for Edmund O'Brian or an extra for Men of Boys Town.

"I understand: yuppies."

I burst out laughing, and he joined a minute later.

Two hours later, I was sitting in my office, making notes of the 
scholarly young jocks and their ages. 

          *          *          *

It took me about two weeks to get everything arranged, but in the 
end it was all set up. The athletes would get their clothes at a 
client-sponsored dinner at the Pennsylvania hotel. There'd be photo 
ops galore, so we also got good press.

At eight, the party started to break up. I let the word get out to 
some of the juniors and seniors that there was a smaller party for 
the more mature guys upstairs. No booze or beer, but a more 
intimate and fraternal setting. Twenty minutes later, the first of 
them started showing up at the door of the suite. We had a decent 
spread laid out for them in one room and plenty of lounging space 
in front of a big-screen TV hooked to SportsChannel in another. The 
third room was dark and uninhabited...at the moment.

At a quarter to nine, Hester showed up, braless in a white leotard 
and a black leather miniskirt and high heels. I saw eyes lighting 
up at the sight of her. But these were polite young men, and no one 
made untoward advances. After a half-hour of being tantalizingly 
close, and occasionally brushing up against one or another of them 
in the crowded room, Hester disappeared into the adjacent room.

Then came the tough part for me. 

I sidled up to the obvious leader of the group, a handsome specimen 
of 17. "My, um, lady friend wants to talk to you alone for a 
minute."

"Sure thing." He looked around the room. 

"In the room next to the one where the food is."

He frowned, then shrugged. "Sure." I watched his broad shoulders as 
he went to my girlfriend.

About seven minutes later, flushed and panting, he re-entered the 
room. He started toward one of his teammates, then hesitated and 
started toward me, a somewhat uncertain look on his face. I knew 
what was troubling him. I winked, nodded and put on my best 
imitation smile. He shrugged and went to his pal. He whispered. His 
pal stood up straight, nodded enthusiastically and went into that 
room.

It went on like that for the next hour. Some took ten or fifteen 
minutes. A couple were done in under five minutes. As word spread 
through the group, they started lining up, whispering and laughing 
to each other. The only way I could continue dealing with it was an 
occasional stop in the bathroom for a snort from my flask.

By ten-thirty, they were laughing and talking openly about it. I 
caught snatches of conversation.

"...so she just asked me, like, did I ever have a girl suck me off, 
and I lied and said, sure, twice, and she says, how'd you like to 
make it three times and the next thing I know..."

"...I swear it was like some kind of dream. As soon as I started 
getting off, she started getting off!"

"...wouldn't let me touch her or anything but just..."

"...all the way down her throat -- jeez!..."

I had another snort.

By eleven, they'd all gotten the treatment at least once, and they 
were all lined up for another go. At 11:08, the recently drained 
supplier left the door open, providing visual cues that only 
hastened the emptying of the next pair of seventeen-year-old balls.

I took a look. Hester was on her back at the edge of the bed. A 
tall, lanky swimmer stood at the side of the bed, his dick all the 
way into her face, and he was obviously giving her what she wanted. 
Hester was shuddering and humping, cumming powerfully. Her limp 
arms were flung wide. The swimmer finally finished and withdrew a 
very respectable length of prick from her throat. He flashed his 
friends a grin as he rearranged his clothing, and exchanged high 
fives with the next in line.

By midnight, most of the remaining guys were starting to look a 
little peaked. About half had departed, leaving six apparently 
boundless reservoirs of semen for Hester. At this point, after all, 
they were on their third or fourth turns. All of them were crowded 
into the room and none had bothered putting it away after their 
last turns.

I was rather buzzed at the moment (a half-pint of vodka does that), 
and literally feeling little pain. In fact, I admired them. 

Hester, of course, was basically delirious with pleasure. At that 
point she'd been cumming for more than two hours. But even if the 
only signs of her orgasm were the quivering of her hips and thighs 
and the contractions of her belly, she was obviously ready for 
more.

The smallest guy in the crew, a miler, stepped up.

"Sheesh, here goes Ernie again!" one of the guys yipped. 

While Ernie was the shortest and slightest of the grew, he had huge 
balls and they appeared to be rather full. As he fed Hester his 
short dick, he groaned and let her suck it right down her throat. 
He stood still and in less than a minute gave her the goo. I 
watched Hester's throat work and her torso jiggle; cumming again.

It was time for the last big spurt, so to speak.

"Okay, guys," I said loudly, as Ernie withdrew his cock -- which 
was still hard. "This is the last call, and make it quick. Jack 
those johnsons so as soon as the little lady gets it, she gets her 
juice."

"And don't pump it too hard, Ernie!" someone hooted, drawing 
laughter. 

The next young man up slid all the way into her mouth and throat, 
and while he enjoyed the feel of Hester's talented if tired gullet 
on his cock, the other guys started whipping themselves to the 
brink. The guy at the plate served up his sauce, Hester came and 
the next guy was right there and ready. I don't think he lasted 
thirty seconds. Then the next. And the next...right down to 
indefatigable Ernie.

That did it, all right. Hester got six sizable loads in her mouth 
in less than four minutes. She was still cumming as I ushered her 
stud team out of the room and switched off the light. Some of the 
guys pleaded for one more turn, but I told them that if we pushed 
it past her limit, there'd be no more of these special parties. 
There weren't going to be, anyhow, but they inferred otherwise.

When they left -- taking to heart my admonition that it was late 
and they shouldn't disturb the other guests; polite boys -- I 
looked around at the remains of the suite. Surprisingly, for a 
place recently inhabited by nearly two dozen festive high school 
athletes, the place was far from a mess. Of course, the food was 
completely gone.

I switched off the television and entered Hester's chamber, 
switching the light back on. She was still cumming.

I went to the bed and knelt next to her. There was still quite a 
bit of jism on and around her mouth. I could see it on her teeth, I 
could smell it on her breath. She could still taste it, so she was 
still cumming.

"Had enough, baby?" I whispered. 

She whimpered. "I'm -- I'm still -- still -- "

"I know." I reached down and lightly brushed her nipples through 
the leotard. She writhed and moaned. "And you can cum some more. 
Like this." I carefully tweaked a swollen nozzle. 

"Yes!"

I shifted and pushed the tight leather skirt higher. I rubbed her 
pussy through the thoroughly soaked leotard. "And like this."

"Unnnnn!"

I unsnapped the leotard's crotch. "And this." I pushed two fingers 
into her convulsing cunt.

"Yeah -- yeah -- " Her twat gripped my fingers and spasmed 
frantically.

I withdrew the fingers and put one against her anus. "And this," I 
whispered, slipping it past her sphincter. She arched and squealed, 
"Yessss!"

"Still cumming?" I worked the finger in and out of her butt.

"Yessss!"

"Good." I withdrew the finger and moved back to her head.

"Touch yourself."

Her hands groped between her legs. Her finger started jerkily 
massaging her clit and labia. 

"You'll cum when you masturbate."

"Oh, yessss..."

"And when you're licked down there."

"Uh-huh...uh-huh..."

"And best of all," I whispered, "you'll cum whenever I -- and only 
I -- say a certain word."

Her eyes widened, then narrowed as she had another orgasm. 

"Wh-what word?" she gasped a moment later.

"Antwerp."

"Unnnnnnn..."

"And you won't stop until I say another word."

Her lips moved but no sounds escaped except her panting; she was 
still cumming.

"Honey."

She went limp, gasping for breath. I pulled her head into my lap 
and caressed her face. "Are you okay?"

She blinked, swallowed, blinked again. "I ache all over. I feel 
like I've been beaten. All my muscles and joints are sore. Did I 
pass out?"

"Not while I was watching. You sure as hell were delirious."

She panted some more, then moved to stand up. She groaned and let 
herself fall back into my lap. "I can't believe I did that. I can't 
believe I came so much!" She shook her head weakly, closing her 
eyes. When she opened them, she asked, "Well, did you break the 
blocks?"

"You did. I think everything is going to be fine, now."

She wrinkled her pretty nose. "Have you been drinking?"

[END]

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