Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Audition (F, exhib) [1/2]
Date: 9 Oct 1995 13:59:29 GMT

			     The Audition
			       Part One

	"So you think that you want to be a dancer?"

	Ronnie and Diane watched the dancer gyrate on the mirrored
stage.

	"You have danced for me a lot better than that," he said.

	Diane reached under the table. "Yeah, but she still has got
your cock a little bit hard."

	"Not nearly as hard as it would be if it was you I was
watching up there."

	[Yeah, that might be a real turn on.]

	"How would you feel if I did try dancing up there?" she asked
Ronnie.

	"I was only kidding."

	"So. How would you feel?"

	"I'm not sure. I might be really jealous that all those other
guys were looking at you, but I think that maybe I would also find it
citing, knowing that I was the one who would have you afterwards.
You're not serious are you?"

	[I feel hot already just thinking about all these guys lusting
after my body, with Ronnie being the only one who would later satisfy
his lust with me.]

	"Sure," Diane's two beers had lowered her not all that high
inhibitions.

	"But aren't you worried about being recognized. It is hardly
what a neurosurgeon who is trying to build her practice wants to be
known for."

	"We are fifty miles from home in another city, and I could use
enough makeup so no one would recognize me anyway and even if they did
it certainly would give me name recognition. Actually even if someone
who knew me came in they would never think that it was really me,
because they just would not imagine that I would be doing such a
thing. Besides they would then have to explain why they were
patronizing the place. I don't see any real difference between the
girls up there and the guys sitting down here. The watchers and the
dancers are both participants, even though I don't think most of them
look at it that way. And besides, I feel like doing it, so don't try
to talk me out of it unless it will really upset you." Diane ran out
of breath.

	"So you want to be a dancer?" the bartender asked. He leered
at Diane. "Well you seem to have the face and body for it, but you are
maybe a little flat chested."

	Diane was proud of her breasts, even though she knew that they
were small. She liked the way that they stood high and firm on her
chest. She liked the way Ronnie could cup them in his hands with her
nipples between his fingers.

	[What do you know? I think they are damn nice. Maybe not as
big but as good as any I've seen up on that stage.]

	She decided that she wasn't going to get anywhere by being
modest. She unbuttoned her shirt and unsnapped her black lace bra. "I
disagree. Take a look. I think that I have a pretty nice set of
boobs."

	The bartender leered at her again and nodded agreement.
"Small, but they are nice and I especially like those nice big
nipples." He picked up a phone and punched a button. "George, we got
a broad here who thinks she wants to dance." He paused. He looked at
her. "Have you ever danced before?"

	"No."

	"No, she hasn't." He listened for a moment. "No, I know that
you don't want amateurs but I think you ought to take a look at this
one. She is as good looking as anybody we have right now. She is
definitely not shy. I questioned the size of her melons and she
immediately opened her shirt and showed them to me. They are kind of
small but real nice." He listened again. "OK, he wants you to go on up
and dance for him now. If he likes you we can probably work you in
pretty quick."

	"He wants to see me right now?"

	"Yep, when did you think?" He pointed to a set of roped off
stairs.

	She walked back to Ronnie. " The manager wants me to audition
now."

	"Are you still sure that you want to do this?"

	"I am."

	[I want to see you get hot when you see me dancing on that
stage. You will really want me after that.]

	"OK, then enjoy yourself," he said.

	"Oh, I will."

	[I bet she will. She can be a real tease. The guy she will be
dancing for will enjoy it too.]

	"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

	"That depends."

	"On what?"

	She grinned at him, "I'll just let you think about it... "

	Ronnie watched her ass as she climbed the stairs. Diane had
always been a little crazy but he was surprised that she had gone this
far with this.

	[Of course she really seemed to enjoy strutting down that nude
beach a couple of years ago. She obviously wanted those guys to look
at her. I do wonder though how I will really feel if I see her up
there showing her cunt to all these guys. On the beach everybody else
was nude too and there were a bunch of other sexy women as well as
Diane. Here everybody will be looking just at her.]

	[What if that guy up there makes a pass at her? What if she
responds? Could she? Would she? What did she mean by `that depends.'
She will probably get herself turned on by her dancing. At least if
some guy makes a move on her she can take care of herself if she
wants.]

	Diane was very proud of her black belt.

	Diane knocked on the office door.

	George watched as the door opened. A slim redhead appeared.
She was wearing a loose plaid shirt and tight jeans. Her face had the
look of innocence that most dancers either never had or soon lost.
The shirt hid her breasts but from what he could see the rest of her
would probably be well worth looking at.

	[Nice face, nice bod, I like that innocent look but I still
bet she enjoys being fucked. I wouldn't mind doing it either.]

	She smiled shyly, "Hi."

	"Hi, I'm George. I run this place. So you want to dance down
there? Come in."

	Diane saw a fortyish balding and nondescript man sitting
behind a scarred wooden desk. A ceramic lamp with a battered shade, an
obvious refugee from a fifties living room was placed on one corner of
the desk. A fake leather couch sat against one wall, under color
photos of dancers. A small table held an utterly tasteless ceramic of
a woman being mounted by a German Shepherd. The dog was not even
painted any color that Diane had ever seen on any animal. The
opposite wall was what must have been one-way glass with a view of the
stage below. A slim blonde danced before the audience. With both
hands, she reached down and pulled her lips apart to give the watchers
a good view of her cunt.

	[Gross! She's treating herself like a piece of meat It's like
she's giving them a bad anatomy lesson.]

	Three men were lined up to stuff bills into her garter belt.
One particularly bold guy copped a feel of her cunt as he put the bill
in her garter. It must have been something more than a single because
she pushed against his fingers instead of pulling back.

	The balding man grunted and picked up the phone. "Jerome, when
Linda finishes tell her to get up here after this broad you just sent
up leaves. She knows no touching is allowed. She is going to get us in
trouble with the liquor commission again."

	He was counting and banding stacks of bills.

	[Either strip joints are even more profitable that I thought
or he has another and probably even less acceptable line of business.
A place like this would certainly be good for laundering money.]

	He shoved the bills into a desk drawer. "Hi, I'm George. So
you want to dance?" He grinned at her.

	[I like those crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He looks
like he knows how to laugh.] 

	"Yes."

	"Ever done it before?"

	"No."

	George was always particularly crude with amateurs to get rid
of them immediately if they were not serious. "You're not a hooker or
a druggie are you? You know that this is not just a topless place
either. They want to see your bare cunt right up in their faces." He
paused.

	[I doubt that she'll go through with it. Lot's of them think
they want to flaunt their bodies until they really have to do it. Then
they get all bashful.]

	"No I'm not a prostitute or a drug addict and I know what kind
of dancing it is."

	"Good, I don't allow either. Creates too many problems. You
got a day job or you want to dance full time?"

	"I've got a job, right now I'd just want to dance in the
evenings."

	"If you work out, you may not want to keep the day job. What
do you do?"

	"Would you believe I'm a brain surgeon?"

	"Sure, and I'm a rocket scientist. You don't have to tell me
what you do if you don't want to. Well I guess I'll let you show me
why I should let you show off your body. Is the red hair real?"

	"You'll get to see for yourself."

	"I guess I will." He flipped a switch and the room filled with
"Stairway to Heaven." The blonde on the stage was not a true blonde.
She did not look like she felt that she was on any stairway to
anywhere. Her dancing seemed mechanical and her garter did not hold
very many bills considering the way she was exhibiting herself.

	He nodded towards the photos and the girl on the stage. "So
you want to do that in front of a room full of horny bastards who
would probably all fuck you right up there on the stage if they got
the chance?"

	[No I don't want them to fuck me, but yes I do want to dance
in front of them and excite them. Why else do you think I am up here?]

	"Yes, I like the money. I also like my body and I like showing
it off. She's (Diane nodded towards the blonde) a little crude for my
tastes though. I also assume that you have bouncers to keep guys who
want to get a little too close from climbing up on to the stage after
me."

	[We'll see. You're not the first one who has said that and
then chickened out. "OK then, now strip for me, but take your first
two or three dances to get it all off. I assume you have watched
enough to know how to do it?"

	"Yes."

	"Do you want a costume or do you want to strip off your street
clothes?"

	"I'll do it with these."

	"OK, then when you've stripped do one or two more dances. Part
of what you should be doing is tantalizing them. You want them to keep
shoving cash in your garter and I want them to keep buying booze. They
will keep doing both as long as they are fantasizing about sticking
their cocks into your cunt."

	[Does he think that he is going to discourage or shock me by
talking dirty? He hasn't known gross until he's dealt with medical
students. I'm sure I could embarrass him with my language if I wanted
to.]

	Diane had worn a man's shirt over her black front snap bra and
a pair of tight black jeans. She began dancing slowly and sensuously.
After a minute or so she unbuttoned the top of her jeans and pulled
the zipper down a little. Every few seconds she would tug the zipper
down a little more. As the zipper opened her black string bikini
panties became visible to George. Several strands of red hair peeked
out from the panties.

	[Well, she wasn't lying about the red hair.]

	When, "Stairway from Heaven" ended Diane pushed her jeans down
over her thighs. As she pushed her jeans below her knees, she turned
away from George so that he would get a good view of her ass as she
bent over to remove her jeans.

	[Go ahead and look. Think about how I will look without the
panties.]

	As he watched her, his tongue unconsciously licked his lips.

	[Nice ass and legs. Not too skinny but no flabbiness either.
Looks like she works out a little.]

	He felt the first stirrings of his cock.

	[Been a while since a dancer did that to me.] The blonde
below had stepped off the stage and a brunette with big breasts had
replaced her. She wore a light summer dress buttoned down the front.
Elvis began crooning, "Love Me Tender" as the brunette reached up and
undid the top button of her dress. She smiled at the audience and
appeared to be much happier to be on the stage than the blonde had
been. As she touched each button she smiled coyly at the audience and
pretended that she really wasn't going to undo it.

	Diane watched and as the brunette finally did undo each button
on her dress Diane also undid a button on her shirt. At the end of the
song the brunette shrugged the dress off. Under the dress she wore
only a g-string. The nipples on her large breasts were erect. Diane's
shirt was now also fully open so she slipped it off and reached up and
lightly caressed her breasts, now covered only by the black lace bra.
As her fingers brushed over them, she could feel her nipples pushing
against the lace fabric. She now stood before George in only her bra
and panties.

	[She is a looker and she can dance too. But will she strip all
the way?]

	The next song began.

	[This is it. I have to take off either my bra or panties
during this song, if I am going to. If I don't he will laugh at me.
Which is it going to be first? Bra or panties? Can I do it? Do I want
to? Yes, I do want him to look at me. Both of them. I'm going take
them both off now.]

	She unsnapped the bra but held it against herself with one
arm.

	[I thought so, she isn't even going to show me her boobs. Why
do I waste my time with these amateurs? Too bad though. She does know
how to dance. She could be really good.]

	Diane suddenly realized that she was even more of an
exhibitionist than she had thought. She also found that she was
becoming somewhat sexually excited. Part of the excitement was because
she knew she might be exciting the man sitting behind the desk.
Thinking about how his cock might be pushing against his trousers
excited her even more. Her momentary hesitation over displaying her
body was overwhelmed by her excitement and her exhibitionism. Diane
turned away from George and let the bra fall away from her breasts.
She danced for a few seconds wearing only her panties. Diane looked
down at the stage just as the brunette slipped her g- string off. The
brunette had trimmed her bush so that her full lips were easily
visible. Diane reached down and pulled the strings tying the knots
that held her panties on. As the panties fell to the floor she kicked
both bra and panties away from her and turned to face George. She
stood still for a moment with her legs spread slightly apart and her
hands on her waist.

	George looked at her with admiration. Her open innocent face
was framed by medium length red hair. Her blue eyes held his gaze with
no trace of embarrassment. Her lips were full with just the hint of a
smile. His gaze moved down to her breasts. They were small but nicely
shaped. He would just be able to cup one of them in his hand. Her
erect nipples were relatively large and surrounded by areoles the size
of silver dollars. Her waist tapered in to her nearly flat belly. Her
hips flared out to frame her small bush of tightly curled red hair.
Her thighs had just enough muscle definition.

	[Look at me. Want me. Think about how it would feel if you
were pushing your cock up into me. You can just look though. It will
be even better with a whole roomful of men watching me and wanting
me.]

	[Sure of yourself aren't you. Well a little cockiness is
always good in a dancer. I'd like to feel those legs wrapped around
me.]

	Diane began gyrating in front of George while occasionally
provocatively thrusting out her pelvis. She noticed a white garter
lying on the couch and she slipped it up onto her thigh.

	[Why do I suddenly feel so naked? This isn't the first time
someone other than Ronnie has seen me without any clothes. There was
the nude beach and the hot tub with Jim and Ellen. But something is
different here. I'm not really naked. I'm wearing this garter belt.
But it isn't covering me. But I feel it should be. So what, I've
nothing to hide.]

	The tightness of the garter on her thigh had accentuated her
feelings of nakedness and exposure. She had been nude in hot tubs and
on the beach and with Ronnie and previous boyfriends, but the garter
made her feel that she had violated a basic rule about what parts of
the body must be covered even if every thing else was uncovered. Diane
realized that she also felt exposed because George was looking at her
nakedness while he himself was protected by clothes.

	[What am I doing here? This is crazy. But... it does feel
good.]

	He gazed at her with admiration and lust. She looked innocent,
but he thought he could see an undercurrent of wantonness.

	[Oh yeah. You have got what it takes. I think one of your
breasts would just fit in my hand. I'd like to caress those hard
nipples between my fingers and then suck on them. You look innocent,
but if you really were so innocent would you be up here? I think
you're going to have trouble keeping their hands off you. I think I
could have trouble keeping my hands off you.

	A full length mirror was attached to the wall beside the
couch. She looked into it.

	[I see a woman proud of her sexuality, proud of the her firm
jutting breasts, proud of her muscular yet smooth legs, proud of the
neat bush that only partly conceals the pleasures below. Why would I
feel exposed? I am up here with no clothes on, but I am not ashamed of
my body. I think that it looks good and what is wrong with showing it
off. What is the real difference between this and that net string
bikini I have? That shows nearly everything while pretending to hide
it.]

	She danced with her back to George, her nipples tingling as
she caressed her smooth breasts and brushed her fingertips across
them. That felt good so she rolled them between her fingers. She
moved her hands down rubbing her palms over her waist, hips and her
belly and then probed downwards. Her fingers brushed over her bush and
then down to her now fully erect clitoris and then below it to her
wetness. Diane was always surprised how wet and open she become when
excited. Her fingers pulled the moisture up to lubricate her clit. She
rubbed it gently and then harder as her excitement rose.

	Diane now turned to face George. She was now deliberately
dancing to turn him on. She danced as seductively as she could. Her
tongue licked her lips. Her hips undulated sensuously as they would if
she were actually fucking. She had never before tried to turn on a man
with whom she did not intend to have sex and she enjoyed the feeling
of power.

	[I know that I am trying to turn him on, but now I am turning
myself on as well. Well, why not?]

	She turned away again and bent over to give him a good view of
her cunt from the rear. Straightening up she wiggled her ass at him.
Still facing away from him she reached down, again wet her finger in
her moist slit and gently rubbed her clitoris. She smiled.

	[I wonder if he knows how hot I am. I know he is rubbing his
cock. I bet he going to jack off when I leave. Ronnie is going to have
to take care of me too as soon as I get out of here. Yeah, I bet it is
a nice hard cock. I'd like to see it. I'd like to hold it. I bet it
would feel good inside me.]

	Her cunt tingled at the thought.

	"Turn around." George commanded. They were the first words he
had spoken since she began dancing. "Your ass is nice but you have to
show them more of your boobs and cunt."

	"Like this?" Diane asked. She moved toward the desk.

	[Oh, yeah. Come on over here. Show me that hot wet cunt.]

	She swung her right leg up on to the desk. Her open cunt was
close to his face. She felt his breath against her thigh. She looked
down. His cock pushed against his pants.

	[Looks like a really big one. I guess I am dancing good enough
to really turn him on. I want to be able to do that to a whole roomful
of men. I want to be able to excite them so much they can't keep
themselves from jacking off right while watching me.]

	She smiled at that thought.

	He could smell her musk and see moisture glistening between
her lips.

	[Yes, bring those legs and that beautiful cunt closer.] He
smiled and reached into his pocket for a dollar to put under the
garter. She let him slide it under the elastic.

	[I better not reach up to her cunt.]

	He let his fingers linger briefly on her skin.

	[What the hell, maybe I'll just cop a quick feel.] When his
hand began to move upwards she immediately pulled away and resumed
dancing.

	[Look, not touch.]

	As she danced she moved her knees apart and thrust her pelvis
out at him. Unconsciously his hand moved down to his crotch. After a
few minutes she moved towards his desk to again tantalize him with her
closeness. Again when he slid a dollar under the garter, he tried to
caress the inside of her thigh. Her cunt had begun to ache.

	[I think I will let him feel what he wants this time.]

	This time she let him leave his fingers on her leg for a few
seconds.

	His fingers drifted upwards and gently caressed her lips.

	[Yes, just stay here and let me pet you. I'm going to make you
open for my cock.]

	As he began to probe between her lips she shook her head and
backed away from him. As she removed her leg she brushed her toes over
the bulge in his pants.

	[Do that again baby. It would be even better if it were your
lips though.]

	She briefly fondled her breasts and then slid her hands down
her body leaning forward as her hands moved down her thighs. Her
breasts hung down and swayed gently with the music. As she
straightened up her hands moved to the inside of her thighs and as the
blonde on the stage below had done earlier she found herself opening
the lips of her vagina to show George her excitement.

	[What am I doing? I'm acting like a bitch in heat. I'm
supposed to be dancing for him, not inviting him to fuck me. Or am I?]

	She knew that she was truly excited though, whereas it had
seemed to her that the blonde had just been going through the motions.
George licked his lips as he devoured her open. glistening cunt with
his eyes.

	[You are hot aren't you. Yes show it to me. Show me where you
would like me to put my cock.]

	Again his hand moved down to his crotch. He felt his hardness
through his pants. He slouched down in his chair behind the desk and
then unzipped himself so he could wrap his hand around his penis.

	Diane saw him slump down in the chair.

	[He's jacking off.]

	She moved around the desk to where she could see that his fly
was indeed open and his hard cock exposed. He was moving his hand up
and down the rigid shaft.

	[God, that's big. I've never seen one that size before except
in a movie. I would never be able to take something like that into me.
Could I do it? I'd like to try. What am I thinking? I'd never do that.
It can't hurt to think about it though. Could I really take it all
into me? What would it feel like? He would have to be really gentle.]

	He saw her lips swell and open even more.

	[She's really got herself hot. She has sure got me hot too.
Maybe I really can make a move on her. She is sure acting like she
wants me to. She didn't blink an eye when she saw my cock but I'm sure
I heard her gasp.]

	Diane felt great pleasure and power that she had been able to
so excite a man who saw women dancing naked every day. Her cunt now
ached even more. It wanted to feel a hard cock pushing into it and to
squeeze that cock and to caress it.

	[I need to feel a cock pushing way up into me. I need a big
cock inside me. I want to be filled up. I want to feel it spurt into
me.]

	She turned away from him and thrust two fingers into her
vagina. It was not enough. She wanted to feel hands stroking her
breasts and caressing her nipples. She wanted to feel a hard body
against her. She did not have enough hands to satisfy all the parts of
her body that now cried out for release.

	[I can't wait much longer. I won't wait much longer.]

	She saw the leather chair and realized that she could use it
to help satisfy herself. She straddled the arm of the chair and ground
her cunt against it. She reached down and stroked her erect clitoris.
She could feel the leather grow wet and slick with her secretions.

	Diane had now become oblivious to everything except her body
and its needs. She was concentrating on nothing except giving herself
pleasure. She unconsciously moved with the rhythm of the music as she
fucked the arm of the chair. She no longer was aware of or cared about
the reaction of the man watching her.

	The music ended and she dimly heard him say. "That's enough.
If you put on a show like that you will do really well at our private
after hours parties." She continued rubbing herself against the arm of
the chair.

	[She's really turned herself on. She needs it now. She wants
me to fuck her. Am I going to do it? I want to. I want to run my
tongue over her breasts. I want to pull her up against me. I want her
to open her legs and invite me into her. I want to feel myself slide
into her. I want to feel her cunt squeeze and caress me. I want to
come inside her.]

	He came over to her and pulled her off the chair.

	[You bastard, leave me alone, don't stop me now.]

	She again became conscious of her surroundings. Momentarily,
her excitement was inhibited. But even as she tried to back away from
him, her hand unconsciously went down to her clit as she continued to
try to bring herself off.

	He grinned. "I think you need some help there." He stepped
forward. As his fingers brushed her cunt she sighed and involuntarily
her pelvis thrust forward. She looked down at his cock. It was rigid
and seemed to point directly up at her. Instinctively her hands
reached out for it. She curled her long strong surgeons fingers around
it. She was able to wrap both her hands around the length of it.

	[Wow, it really is big. I've never been able to put both my
hands around one at the same time before. It's really hard too.]

	Diane's cunt tingled as she thought how the cock she now
caressed with her hands might soon feel as it pushed against her lips.
How it would stretch her as it entered her. How it would fill her cunt
with its hardness. How she would push against him so that it would go
as deep as possible into her. How it would move in and then out of her
cunt. How it would bathe her cunt with hot sperm. How her orgasm would
squeeze it so that it would empty it self in her. She let him stroke
her clitoris while two fingers of his other hand moved rhythmically in
and out of her vagina. One of her hands moved down to cup his balls.

	[Yes, feel the come waiting in there for you.]

	She began to vigorously jack him off.

	[That feels good, but I don't want to come yet.]

	Drops of pre-come glistened on his cock. She used it to
lubricate her hands.

	[You're making me hotter. If you keep doing it like that I'm
going to come all over you. but I want to come inside you and I think
you want that too.]

	He grasped her by the waist and sat her on the arm of the
chair and knelt before her. He gently parted her lips and bent
forward.

	[Let me taste that sweet cunt.]

	His tongue probed for her clitoris.

	She at first tried to push him away.

	[Wait. Do I really want to do this?]

	He was persistent though and she soon held his head against
her.

	[Oh yes, that's it. Right there! Keep doing that!]

	She moaned as his tongue probed into her and then stroked back
up to her clitoris.

	He was impatient.

	[She's ready now. She wants my cock.]

	He laid her down on the couch and prepared to enter her.

	[Wait a minute. He is about to fuck me. No, no, no! This is
not what is supposed to happen. I am just up here to show him that I
can dance. I'm not here to be fucked.]

	A rational part of her brain tried to respond `no' to him but
he was already over her with his cock beginning to push her lips open.
She feebly tried to push him away.

	[What the hell. Now she decides to stop. If I can't come into
her, I guess I'm going to come all over her belly. Oh well, if she
doesn't want to fuck I'm not going to make her.]

	He lifted himself off her. "Don`t kid me." He caressed her
swollen and open lips. "Look at you, you want it as much as I do." He
moved over her again.

	She shook her head again.

	[You are right. I do want it. I do want to feel your beautiful
cock way inside me. But please wait until I have to have it. I know we
shouldn't do it but I know what I want and I know that I am going to.
But I want to wait until my need becomes overpowering, until nothing
else can matter at all except satisfying my lust.]

	"Not yet. Go down on me some more."

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Audition  (F, exhib, slut) [2/2]
Date: 9 Oct 1995 14:01:10 GMT

			    The Audition
			       Part Two

	He moved back down and resumed pleasuring her clitoris with
his tongue. His tongue moved from the hard little button down to the
soft, wet open flesh below and then back up. She moaned softly. After
a few moments she pulled his head up towards hers. She knew that they
were going to fuck now. She had to feel him inside her.

	[I'm ready now. I want to feel it inside me. I have to feel it
inside me.]

	He was over her again now, ready to thrust into her.

	[Now I am ready for it. I want that cock inside me now. Oh
Yes, take me, mount me, do me, fuck me, Fuck Me, FUCK ME, FUCK ME
NOW!!! Let me feel all of that cock inside me.]

	She wanted his hard cock thrusting way inside her. She wanted
to be driven up and up.

	[Now. I want it now.]

	"Now! I want it now. Put your cock into me. Put your cock way
into me. Fuck me. Fuck me now! Fuck me hard! I want it all now!" She
spread her thighs further apart for him. Her cunt was open and aching.
His smooth and hard cock was at her lips.

	[He is going to push it into me and open me. I want him to do
that now. I want that cock to thrust into me so that I can embrace it
and take my pleasure from it. I want it to fill me up.]

	He looked down at her. She nodded her assent.

	[Careful now, don't want to hurt her. Yes, push past her
lips. Easy now... I'm all the way inside already! Laura doesn't get
this open right away like this.]

	He slides in and she realized that he does not have to push.
She was so open that he slid in effortlessly. Even though she was very
excited she felt very full because of the size of his cock. She
wrapped her legs around him and her hands grasped his ass to urge him
further into her.

	[God is she open. She feels real good though. I don't think I
am going to be able to hold it very long.]

	Her tongue pushed into his mouth. Her practiced muscles
grasped his cock. Her hips bucked up against him [Deeper, yes deeper,
push that big cock into me, Fill me up. Give me all of it.] as she
tried to get more of him inside herself. He drove further into her and
her cunt responded by caressing his cock with waves of pleasure.

	[Yes, do it to me like that. Do it to me hard.]

	Harder and harder he thrust into her. "Is this what you want?"
he gasped. "Is this how you want me to fuck you? Do you like my cock
way inside you?"

	She heard herself reply, "Oh God yes! I want all of your cock
inside me. Do it, do it to me, do it to me now, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me hard. I want you to fill me up. I want you to come in me."

	[I can't wait any longer. I'm coming.]

	He grunted, "Oh yes, baby, I'm going to come now. I'm going to
give it all to you now."

	[Now, I'm coming now.]

	He thrust harder and faster. His come spurted into her. He
felt it shoot down the length of his penis and into her waiting cunt.

	[I feel it. Squirt it into me. Put it all the way inside me.]

	"Oh, yes, yes! I want it. Put it all into me!" Her orgasm
reached down to her toes and up to her breasts. Her cunt squeezed hard
to force the last drops of cum out of his cock.