From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: After Class (MF, cons) [1/2] Date: 7 Mar 1996 01:54:22 GMT After Class Part One `Thank God,' you think to yourself, `the instructor dismissed us early.' It's been a long grueling day and sitting in class tonight has been torture. `I guess I'd better head for the house.' A deep voice interrupts your thoughts. "Excuse me, since we got out early, would you be interested in a cuppa coffee?" Surprised, you look up and see it's the older guy who sits three desks from you. "Oh, I don't know," you reply. "I really should be getting home. It's been a long day." "Okay, he says. "No problem. See you next week," he says, waving, and starting to turn away. You've seen him in class, and liked his writing, when Dr. Albertson read it aloud to the class. He seems all right, just "older"... "Wait!" you hear yourself say. "Maybe a cuppa coffee is just what I need before I drive home." He'd only taken a few steps, following your initial refusal, and you watch as his head snaps up and he turns toward you, with a broad smile. "Great, since I started this I'll buy." Quickly he joins you and you both begin walking to the Grill in the Student Union Building. "Can I tell you something without you getting all offended?" he asks, as he opens the heavy brass door. You reply, raising an eyebrow, "I suppose that depends on what you have to say." "Don't get all excited," he says. "It's just that when I turned forty-five I made a promise to myself... And, I'm having a hard time keeping it." "What... ?" "I promised myself that I'd try to tell attractive ladies just how good they looked... And I usually don't because I'm afraid of their reaction." "So why are you `hitting on' me?" "See... That's the problem. I'm not `hitting on you'. It's just that you're the best looking lady in class and I wanted you to know it. Nothing more. No hidden agenda. No `line'." You stop, turning to face him. "And... ?" "And nothing... " he answers, "Just that." He looks down at his feet, and begins again. "You are a very attractive woman. I noticed you the first Wednesday we had class, and didn't... couldn't say anything to you about it." "Why not?" "Because of what just happened. Here we are... two friends... at least two classmates... and I paid you what I thought was a compliment... and you've gotten all defensive." "Not defensive," you say. "Just cautious." "Okay, I can understand that," he says. "Too many nuts running around for you not to be careful. We can forget the coffee if you want?" "No, that's all right," you reply, starting to walk again. "You just caught me by surprise... That's all." "Well, you're safe here," he says, "look at all the other people around, as he opened the door to the Grill. "Is that table okay?" As you drop you books, and slide into a chair, you glance sideways at him, noting that he is relaxed and not giving off any danger signals. "How do you like your coffee?" he asks, as he puts his books and briefcase on a empty chair. * * * After a slow start, and you do some probing, the conversation is lively. In fact it's one of the most intellectually stimulating you've had with another student. Before you know it an hour has paseed. You glance at your watch and say, "Oh... I've gotta run. My husband will call the police if I'm not home in fifteen minutes." "We can't have that," he says calmly. "Just give him a call, and tell him you started talking to another student after class and time got away from you. He'll understand." With some trepidation, you make the call, not going into any detail. Surprisingly, his suggestion works. No static from your husband. In fact, he is very understanding. After hanging up the phone, you turn to your new friend and say, "Hmm, that was easy. No problem at all on the home front." "Of course not. He knows you're at class, and it's not unusual to get together after class to compare notes, and make sure you've gotten next week's assignment right. He smiles, and you say, "Well, thanks for the coffee... and the compliment." "Neither one was a problem," he said, walking with you toward your car. "In fact, I feel a lot better for having told you." Suddenly you are at your car. You weren't even aware that the two of you were walking to it. "Good night... You know we never did tell each other our names." "Jeez... I'm sorry, he stammered. "I'm Eric. Eric Bjornstedt." "Good night, Eric. And I'm Helen. But my friends call me Honni." "'Night, Honni... See you next week. Maybe we could have coffee again some time." "I'd like that, Eric," you answer. But, we better not do it every week. I'll get myself in trouble." * * * The next few weeks are uneventful. You and Eric exchange greetings on class nights, but nothing more. Just acknowledging each other. Then came that fateful day. It started out badly... you over slept and arrived at work late. Since being late was so unusual, everyone had to say something about it. You felt the pressure. Then one of the salesmen called in about an order that had been canceled, and had been shipped anyway. The customer was upset, the salesman was mad, and you felt more pressure, and your headache started. On the way home traffic was a bitch, and you felt more pressure trying to get to class on time, and by now your headache was killing you. You ran from the parking lot, into the building, up the stair, and all the way down the hall to the classroom. Just before you got to the door, you stopped to compose yourself. After a couple of deep breaths, you walk into the room, take you seat, and begin getting ready for class. After getting situated, you look around the room, and see a concerned look on Eric's face. Silently, he mouthed, "W-H-A-T'S T-H-E M-A-T-T-E-R?" You point at your temple and whisper, "K-I-L-L-E-R H-E-A- D- A-C-H-E." He nodded, and returned his attention to the night's assignment. A few minutes passed in silence, and then someone said, "If Albertson isn't coming tonight, I'm leaving." Mumbles of agreement were evident throughout the room. Finally, Eric stood and said, "If you guys will wait here, I run down to the office and find out what's going on." He returned and announced, "Albertson can't make it tonight. His wife is having a baby... So class is canceled until next week." The classroom erupted, as everybody moved into the hall and out into the night. Instead of leaving with the others, Eric walked over to your desk and handed you a bottle of aspirin. "Try a couple of these," he said. "Then I'll buy you another cuppa." "Eric, you're a life-saver. And I'd love to have some coffee with you again." * * * In the Grill, Eric got the coffee, and to your surprise he remembered how you liked it. One cup, then another, as you chatted. You were comfortable with each other. Not like the last time when you thought he was `coming-on' to you. Just two friends, who enjoyed each other's company. Finally, there was a pause, and Eric said, "How's the head?" "Better, I think, but it's still there." "Slide over here," he said, pointing to place directly in front of his chair. "Sure," you reply. "I'm too weak to resist." You moved your chair around the table, and stopped right where he had pointed. "Okay, now what?" you ask. "Just relax, and let the doctor make you feel better," he said quietly. You felt his hands touch the tops of your shoulders. He applied no pressure. He just let his hands rest on your shoulders for a few moments. Then they started to move, gently squeezing the tight muscular bands. "Ohhhh, that feels wonderful," you say. "It's supposed to," he responded, as his hands moved up onto the rigid muscles of your neck. His hands were never still, as he worked the knots out of your neck and shoulders. Starting gently, and gradually increasing the strength of his squeezes, you could feel the tension being pulled from your body. On and an on his hands massaged you neck and shoulders. Occasionally moving to you temples in firm circular movements. You sigh, and he asks, "Are you okay?" "Okay isn't the right word. That feels wonderful." The massage continued, his hands never straying from your temples, neck and shoulders. His hands warm and firm, relieving the tensions brought on by the pressures of the day, relaxing muscles taut from anger and frustration. You headache was gone. "Oh God that was wonderful, Eric. You have great hands. Where did you learn to do that?" "Glad to help, Honni," he answered. "It's just something I learned. You'd be surprised at how many people come to me with headaches." "I don't know about anyone else, but I know I'll come to you when I have another one." "Any time, Honni. Anytime." * * * On the way home you shivered as you remembered the sensation of Eric's hands. Gentle, but powerful, as they moved over you shoulders and neck. You shivered again during the ensuing weeks, as you remembered. Once it even happened as Tyler, your husband, ran his hands over you as you made love... And you wondered what it would be like with Eric. As the days turned to weeks you did more than remember. You began to fantasize about Eric, and his hands touching you everywhere. The semester was coming to an end, and there had been no real opportunities for more coffee with Eric. In fact there had been no opportunity for much more than a friendly hello and wave before and after class. The tension that you could feel building when you thought about Eric and his hands - and making love was starting to make you irritable. Finally, you made up your mind. You'd do it. Even if he said no, you felt compelled to try. * * * Class was over, and the usual stampede to the door began. You grabbed you books and purse and caught Eric in the hall. "We've got to talk, Eric," you said in a rush. "Hi Honni. What's the matter?" "Can I call you during the day? Tomorrow?" you quietly asked. Afraid one of the other students would overhear. "Sure. Of course you can call me," he replied. A quizzical expression on his face. "What's up?" "Just give me your number, and I'll call you tomorrow. Don't ask me any questions right now, Eric. I'm afraid I'll chicken out." "Sure. Okay. Here's one of my cards. Call me anytime," he said, looking at you as if you'd lost your mind. "If I'm out of the office, or on the phone just leave a message, and I'll call you back as soon as I can." "What will your secretary say?" "Nothing, if you tell her that you're from Dr. Albertson's office at the college. Just leave your number, and I'll call you right back." * * * The next morning seemed to last forever. Tyler seemed to be in slow motion, as he got ready for work. You thought you'd scream before he left. Then time dragged even slower, as you waited for 9:30. You'd decided on 9:30 because it was a nice neutral time. It'd would give Eric a chance to get the day started, but still be much to early to interfere with lunch. With agonizing slowness the time between 9:00 and 9:20 passed. you must have checked your watch twenty times. Finally, you said to yourself, "Screw it... I'm calling him. I can't wait another minute." Three rings... " Eric Bjornstedt" "Eric... It's me. Honni" "Yes... How can I help you?" "Just listen, will you?" "Of course... " "Oh, I get it. You can't really talk, can you?" "That's right... Sure. Uh-huh." "Great! This way I can just ask you questions and say what I have to say, and you have to be careful... Right?" "That's right... " "Eric... I don't know quite how to begin, but... " "You're doing just fine. Just take it easy and tell me what the problem is." "Problem? Oh... Yeah... My problem. My problem is you're driving me nuts, Eric." "I'm not sure I understand... " "After that night when you massaged my neck and got rid of my headache... " "Yes?" "Remember how the night you bought me that first cup of coffee, you asked if you could tell me something?" "Yes... I sure do." "Well, I'm going to ask you the same thing." "That's fine... " "I want you to meet me someplace... Now." "Now?" "Yes. Or as soon as you can." "Why's that... " "Because I can't get you out of my mind. And I have to do something about it. That's why!" "Easy, now. Take a couple of deep breathes... and just say it." "Okay, Eric. Okay. I can't get the way your hands felt that night out of my mind. And I want you do do it again... I want... " "Now I understand... Sure, that's not a problem. How about right after lunch. Say, 1:00 or 1:30. Would that be enough time? "If that's the best you can do... I was thinking about now... " "Oh, I didn't realize it was an emergency. Hold on for a sec... " The telephone clicked, and went silent for a few moments. Then, with another click he was back. "I just rearranged my schedule. Where do you want me to meet you?" "Jeez, I don't know... " "I know where that is... close to the Days Inn, right?" "No, it's off University Avenue. Drive to the Walmart on University. Take a right at the light. Go three blocks to Euclid and turn right again. The number is 10945." "10945 Euclid. Three blocks off University at the Walmart. Give me about half and hour... " * * * The the doorbell startles you, even though you had been anxiously waiting for it to ring, and at the same time hoping it would not. Hoping that Eric had good sense, even if you don't. But the bell signaled that that wish was out the window. He was there. You open the door and he says, "Honni, what in the world is going on?" "I'm not sure," you answer, looking at the floor. "I'm here. So... ?" You take a deep breath, and walk over to him. You face him, placing a hand on each of his shoulders, and say, "Eric, I can't get that night out of my mind. I'm going crazy... I want to feel you hands on me again." With that you take his coat, and hang it over the back of a chair, grasp his hand and lead him to the living room couch. You nudge him, letting him know you want him to sit, and then join him on the couch. You sit close to him. Facing him, you sit on you knees with you legs curled under you. "Eric, please touch me again." "This is crazy, Honni," he says. "just what is it that you want?" "I want to feel your hands on me again, Eric. Like that night in the Grill, when you made my headache go away." He looks at you. Uncertain as to what you really want. "Eric, please don't make me feel like a fool. This is hard enough," you say. You continue the thought, "Ever since that night, I've thought about you... about you hands, and how they made me feel. I want to feel like that again." "All right," he replies, "I'll rub your neck again." "Do you think I'd be dressed like this," you say, "if all I wanted was my neck rubbed?" you say, pointing out your wrap- around skirt and loose wrapped jersey blouse. "Well, let's start with your neck," he says. "Turn around, lean back and relax." You do as he asked, and feel his hands touching your shoulders and neck. Already in motion, his hands feel the way they did that night. Soothing, and strong. "Better?" he asked. "Soon," you reply. "I'll feel much better soon." As his hands continued to work on your neck and shoulders, your hands move to the knot that secures the front of the blouse. You casually, unfasten the knot. Then the knot securing the skirt goes. His hands continue kneading and rubbing, sending flashes of electricity through your body, setting it on fire. You moan softly, and lean back onto Eric's chest and the front of the blouse opens wide, and the skirt falls away from your hips, leaving you virtually naked in his arms. You raise you hands, taking his hands in yours, and guide them to your breasts. He gasps, hesitates, and then follows your lead. "God Damn," he murmurs as he cups your breasts, one in each hand. With greater urgency, his hands move over your breasts, occasionally cradling them in his palms, and gently bouncing them, as if he is judging their weight. Your nipples are centers of attention, as he brushes them lightly with his palms, teasing them erect. As your nipples become more prominent, he teases you by softly rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. Tugging softly, urging them to full engorgement. You take one hand and guide it to your belly, and it continues a sensuous circular motion, gliding lower and lower. By now, he is breathing on your neck and into you ear, and you can feel yourself melting from the waist down. His tongue traces the outer shell of your ear, and the held continues to build between your thighs. As it softly licks deeper into your ear, your thighs open slightly, and you shudder with the first tiny orgasm of what you hope will be many more. "Okay?" he asks. "You have to ask?" The touching, and nibbling continues, and your response becomes more evident. Your thighs move further part, and you melt even more into his arms. "Let's get on the floor," he whispers. You need no encouragement. As he releases you, you slide to the floor. "On your stomach," he says softly. "Since we've started, we should do this right." Your roll over, cradling your head in your folded arms. He begins to run his hands up and down the center of your back, from your waist to your shoulders. Always moving. Always caressing. Always stimulating. "We better get a towel or something," he says. "Just a sec... " You gracefully rise, and walk rapidly to the linen closet. "Do you have any oil?" he asks. ""And a couple of pillows?" You gather the items he requested, and quickly return. He takes the pillows, places them on the floor, and stretches the large fluffy bath towel over over them. Then he guides you into position. Face-down with your pelvis on the pillows, raising your behind slightly. He kneels at your side, and allows some oil to warm in his hands, before spreading it on your back with long gliding strokes down the outer edges of your back and back up the center, in large circular motions. As his hands move down, you can feel them just brush the edges of your breasts, then in toward the center across the tops of your cheeks, and then back up your spine to your shoulders. Then they start the circuit again. You can feel the muscular tightness leaving your body. But, as it leaves you can feel another tension begins to grow, and begins to demand release. * * * Eric moved from his place at your side taking up a position, kneeling between your knees. His hands resume their motions, with long strokes up the backs of your legs. Starting at your ankles, they glide firmly up across the backs of your knees, up the backs of your thighs, and stop, just as his thumbs reach that sweet place - where your thigh and ass converge. His hands pause momentary, and re-trace their paths, back down your legs, pressing firmly, stretching your leg muscles, and gradually moving you legs farther apart, a millimeter with each down- stroke. When you legs are fully splayed, he re-applies oil to his hands and begins to massage your cheeks with firm circular strokes, using the heels of his hands to push and lift you buttocks, and then trailing his slick, oily thumbs, alternately down the cleft, across your pink puckered anus, that throbs following each touch. "Ohhh, Eric... ", you softly murmur, "what are you doing to me?" "I though this is what you wanted?" he replied. "It is, you fool... ," you smile in answer. "It's wonderful. That's what I meant." "Well, then... Let's see how you like this?" as he lighted the pressure of his touch, and let his finger glide back down your legs to about knee level. His touch had changed completely from firm, solid massaging strokes, to feather light touches. As his hands moved up they touched skin infrequently, as they teased and stimulated the fine downy hair on the backs and inner surfaces of your thighs. You shivered, as the exciting, tickling sensations continued. His hands moved higher, still feather-light, just brushing the heavier pelt that surrounded you pussy that was beginning to beg for attention. Your back arched, almost involuntarily. That action coupled with the position you were in, pelvis supported by two pillows, legs spread wide, the arching spread you lust swollen labia, and opened your cunt wide. Eric seemed not to notice, as this light touching continued, melting your resolve further, as your juices flowed making your pussy fragrant and glistening. As his hands moved up you inner thighs and approached the denser grown surrounding the flower of your womanhood, you moved toward them, wanting his hands to to touch your excited flesh, wanting his fingers to enter you. But, he ignored your urging and continued to push you higher and higher up the plateau toward your ultimate release. As his left hand continued its tour of your legs and crotch, continuing this teasing, his right began similar motions with nearly nonexistent pressure on your raised cheeks, occasionally trailing down your cleft. The constant stimulation had raised your level of arousal to the point of no return, and the heat that had been building reached the boiling point. It began with a shiver, and continued to build as his touches continued. The shiver grew into a pulsing tingling, that moved into a full blown orgasm that build higher and higher - far beyond any you had ever before experienced. His touching, teasing did not stop. Instead they slowed, and grew even more gentle, urging you even higher. Somehow he knew just where to touch you to prolong and increase the peak of your orgasm, until your vagina was spasming... opening and closing of its own volition with the strength of the experience. He still hadn't touched your precious private flesh, and still the intensity of your orgasms grew. His touching spurred you higher and higher, until you were rigid and twitching, crying you from the intensity of the experience, as your anus pulsed and your pussy spasmed as each wave of your climax rose and then receded. Finally, when you knew you had reached your limit, and had dropped you head and raised your ass as high as possible, his hand slipped under you and touched your clitoris for the first time. It was like you were being electrocuted. You screamed as your sexual circuits overloaded, and you came harder, higher, better than you had in your life. * * * As you recover from the long waves of crashing orgasms that had wracked your body, you became aware that Eric's hands had returned to your back and shoulders, gently stroking, easing you back from the sensual peak you had just explored. Your eyes opened, and you attempted to focus on the room, but your vision was still slightly disturbed from the images, no, they were more like geometric designs that had flashed in your brain as your orgasms crashed through your body... As though from a distance, you heard Eric's voice, "Welcome back, Honni. Are you doing all right now?" "Mmmmmm, better I think," you answer. Although your mouth seems as if it's full of cotton. "I'm glad," he said. "I thought you might be out a little longer. His voice was soft, soothing, and still insistent as he continued, "Do you feel like trying a little more of Dr. Bjornstedt's famous relaxation therapy?" "You've got to be kidding, Eric! I mean about the relaxation part. God... My body has never been as sensitive and responsive as you made it." "Okay, if you've had enough, we can call it day," he replied. "Ohhh Nooo. Not enough. Never enough, Eric. I just need to rest for a few minutes... " From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: After Class (MF, cons) [2/2] Date: 7 Mar 1996 01:54:56 GMT After Class Part Two His hands continued to soothe you as you recovered more fully, still stretched full-length on the towels. As you become more aware of your surrounds you notice the pillows have been removed from under your middle, and Eric is back at your side. "What's this?" you ask, tugging at the towel he has draped across your bottom. "Tired of the way I look?" "Hardly," he said. "I just didn't want you to feel too vulnerable, or get chilled." You think that over for a few seconds, and glance at him, noticing that except for his shoes he is still fully dressed. "Oh, Eric," you say. "I've really been selfish, haven't I? You poor thing... Or, should I say `your poor thing'? You got me off a dozen times, and I forgot all about you." "No problem, Honni," he answered with a slight smile. "I thought we could take care of my problem in a few minutes... " "Here, let me," you say, as you begin fumbling with his belt. "Not so fast, kid," he said. "Are you sure you feel up to it already?" "Oh, yes," you answer, continuing to remove his slacks. "I want to feel you inside me... I mean everywhere inside me." "I think we can handle that," he says, as he stands, kicking his pants into an untidy heap beside the couch, and slipping off his shirt. "How would you like to start?" "Like this," you answer, gripping his hard penis and guiding it toward your mouth. * * * He is on his back beside you, on the floor, and you have moved your head into his lap, as you begin running your tongue up and down his shaft. As his prick swells even more, from the attention it is receiving, you enfold the head in your lips, and tease it with you tongue. Slowly, you move your head forward, taking him deeper into you mouth and throat, until your nose is nestled in the furry nest of his public hair. The entire time, his cock has slipped deeper into your oral orifice your tongue has continued to massage the tender underside, adding to his excitement. Just before you fully surrounded his rigid penis, you opened your throat to allow maximum penetration, and you swallow quickly, several times, knowing full well that the sensations generated by opening and closing of your throat muscles will tease and thrill him. You have been fully engrossed by what you are doing, and now - only after you have engulfed him fully are you aware of his fingers - as they gently manipulate you clitoris. "Oh, shit!" you exclaim, as your pelvis begins to rock, reacting involuntarily to his stimulation. "Here I go again!", as a small climax ripples through your body. His other hand reaches for your breast, and instantly, your nipple pops erect. You respond, by cupping his heavy balls, and teasing the tender area immediately behind them with you fingernail. He applies firm pressure to your nipple, and another wave of pleasure floods over you. Your attention to his cock has not gone unnoticed. As you feel his cock begin to swell and quiver, and his hips press it deeper into your throat. He is teetering on the brink - about to flood your mouth and throat with gush after gush of hot sperm. He presses harder against your face. You roll your tongue around the underside of this throbbing penis and make it quiver, and at the same time you swallow repeatedly. He can no longer hold back. His hips withdraw slightly, and them quickly move forward, almost gagging you, but you open your throat to re-accommodate his raging organ, and his cum spews into your mouth, as he sucks his breath in through his teeth. It begins to escape from between where your lips are clamped to his shaft. But you swallow. Then swallow again, drawing the slick, stick tendrils back into your mouth. "Oh, God, you're good," he says softly. "Just returning the favor," you answer. Then it's your turn to gasp, as he suddenly twists and pulls your nipple. No hard enough to be painful, but firmly enough to make your pussy twitch once more. * * * After cuddling, as you both enjoy relaxing after what has in reality been over an hour of non-stop sex, you whisper, "That was nice. I really liked giving you head." "You enjoyed it," he laughed softly. "Let me tell you about enjoying it... " He rolled toward you, hugging you tightly. As his grasp of your body loosened, his hands trailed down you back, and you felt them lift and separate your cheeks. "Are your serious?" you ask. "As a heart attack." Oh, God I'm glad," you answer. You teased the hell out of me earlier. Now I want you `in' me. Can you handle it, Eric?" "Yeah," he sighed happily, "I'll `handle it' then nibble on it, then lick it... Then I'll be able to get it into you." "Sounds wonderful," you chuckle. "When can we start?" "No time like the present," he grinned back. * * * You untangle, and wiggle around of the towels, lying on your back, with Eric kneeling at your side, about even with your hips. His hands again begin to move over your body, sliding from your belly, up your sides, and then gliding down over your chest, to begin the circuit again. He oils one hand and then the other, and your skin glistens, slick and smooth under his expert touch. He is using light pressure now. Not the feather light touches that had excited you earlier, but full light contact, his palms and fingers on your skin. As his hands move, they slow as they glide over your breasts, but continue moving, up and down and around and around. Then there is a change. His right hand continues its circular motion - up and down and around and around, while his left pauses at your right breast, covering it, warming it. Your nipple responds, stiffening and growing, until it is fully erect, a solid nub that transmits every touch straight to your groin. His hand moved to your other breast, and begins to tease the nipple, while he leaned forward, sucking your right nipple into his lips, and nibbles on it with his teeth. The sharp sensation - part pain, part pure pleasure races through your body, and you nearly cum again. He continued to tease and excite your breasts using his lips, teeth, fingers and hands, until your sexual arousal is almost unbearable. You groaned, deep in your throat, and your hips rocked, up and down, seeking relief. He smiled down at you. "You doin' OK?" "Oh God, yes!" you exclaimed. "But, I've got to cum. You're driving me crazy... " "Wait if you can," he asked softly. "But, if you can't wait, go right ahead," as he guided your hand to your pussy. * * * The touch of your hand, after he moved it downward, almost pushed you over the brink, into the total void of an explosive orgasm. But you moved you hand away, and groan again, "I'll wait... If I can," through gritted teeth. His exploration of your upper body continued, unabated, pushing you closer and closer, until you surrendered to the sensations, and were wracked with a shuddering climax. * * * After you'd rested for a few minutes, Eric said, "How about a short break, Honni?" "Do we have to," you said sleepily. "No, but I think it would be the right thing to do," came his reply. "Oh, all right... What do you want to do?" you asked. "Well, I could use a drink of water," he said. "And, I don't want to push you too far or too fast. Where do you keep your glasses?" he said, as he rose to his feet. You looked up, from your position on the floor, and your eyes traced their way up his strong legs, and stopped. You could not believe the excitement evident below Eric's waist. His cock was ramrod stiff, and throbbing, with every beat of his heart. Quickly he walked into the kitchen, and you heard water running. He walked back to you, carrying a glass of water for you in one hand, and your small bottle of vegetable oil contained in a mixing bowl of hot water in the other. Gesturing with the oil, he said, "This might come in handy later. I mean I don't want to rub you raw." "Fat chance," you answered, "was wet as I am." Well, you never know," he answered. "Better safe than sorry. At least this way, we know you'll be able to walk tomorrow." You accepted the water when he handed it to you, and drank about half the glass. "Thanks, Eric. I didn't realize that I was dry too." "I though you said you were wet?" he said with a grin. "What I meant was... my mouth was dry, silly." * * * Other than propping yourself up on your elbow, to drink the water, you hadn't moved. You were still stretched out on you back, on the towels, with you legs slightly spread. Eric looked down, and asked, "Enough?" "Are you kidding?" you replied. "Not while you're in that condition," nodding at his cock. "When do I get to do something about that?" "Soon... Well, if you're interested, I suppose we could continue." "Just what do you have in mind?" "You'll see," he grinned as he pushed the two thick fluffy pillows toward your hips. "Here, Side these under your butt." You did as he asked, and your bottom was lifted nearly six inches off the floor, bowing you back. "How's that?" you asked. "Beautiful," he answered, but, how about sliding them up under the small of your back?" "If that's where you want them." You planted your feet on the floor, and lifted your butt, arching high, and he helped you re-position the pillows. Now it was the small of you back that was supported. "How's that?" you asked. "Looks good to me" he said, as his hand slid down your convex belly, from your navel toward your mound. He stepped over your legs, about knee level, then placed his feet between you knees, nudging your legs apart. Using his hands, he lifted you knees, and sat between you legs. He moved up closer to you, until you felt his semi-stiff cock nestle into the hairy nest just above your clitoris, at the apex of your vagina. "Ohhhh," you gasped. "Is that angle going to work?" "Let me worry about that," he said softly, lifting your knees, and placing your legs over his. His hands then started gliding over your belly, and upper thighs, where they joined your abdomen, re-igniting the fires in your loins. He lifted your knees, bending your legs, until your knees were almost resting on your breasts, and as your pelvis lifted, you felt his cock slide across your pussy, over your anus and finally come to rest right at the top of the cleft of your ass. Then he reached for the oil, applied it to his fingers, and traced down your outer lips, tugging gently, until you were fully open, displaying your inner and outer petals, looking very much like the center of a rose. * * * Gazing deep into your core, he slowly let the warmed oil drip - drop by drop - just above your clit. Its warm flow generated waves of pleasure, that were fanned into flames, as his slick finger-tip traced just once - lightly over your bud of passion. "Ohhhhhhhh," you whisper, wiggling your butt, to intensify the sensation. "Easy, Babe," he said. With great difficulty, you stifled your reactions, allowing him to direct your rapture, like Bernstein directed the Philharmonic. You did everything you knew... You thought of snowy mountains, quiet meadows, frigid ice... Anything to take the edge off the fire that was burning where his fingers explored your pussy, every fold, crack and crevice. He re-directed his attention to the labia majora, the furry outer lips that protected the tender flesh within. In your mind's eye you could feel, in perfect syncopation with the wonderful feelings that flashed through your groin, his fingers sliding along the outer surface, which his thumbs moved on the inner edges. The blood from other parts of your body rushed to the parts he was touching, lifting, separating, and tugging. You could feel the puffiness of arousal, as he continued to stimulate them. More warm oil. You could feel it flooding your crotch, preventing even the tiniest chafe, as it flowed into every recess, and into your vaginal canal. You knew that in "that position" you were already gaping open, and the excitement his fingers had generated as they played with your outer lips had opened you even wider. His fingers dipped deeper, as they gently teased your inner lips, the labia minora, into a similar state. Your too stimulated to hold back, and as he lifts and excited your inner lips again, you tremble as tiny wave after tiny wave races through you. You feel the entire depth of your pussy pulse gently, and feel your accumulated juices mixed with the oil well out of your depths, and overflow. As your climax subsided, you heard his voice, like it was coming from a great distance, "How are your doing, Honni?" "Wonderful," you whisper. "Just wonderful... " His hands, that had stopped during your orgasm quickly took control your body again, as you felt a finger enter your vagina, which clamped down hard. "Ohh, God!" you said through clenched teeth, "Don't stop. Please, don't stop." Something began rubbing your hard clit, and another finger entered your pussy, as yet another tender climax rocked you gently. As your latest orgasm ended, you were rocketed to new heights, when your tight anus was gently touched, while Eric's fingers continued to probe, seeking your G-Spot. "Please... Please... Yes," you grunted. "Do my ass." The feather-light touch continued, as Eric answered, "Relax, Honni... I won't stick *anything* in your ass unless you want me to." "I-I-I really do," you answer. "No problem. But do you mind if I just tickle it a little first? You really had one when I touched it." "I know," you said. " I love it. Especially when you push your finger inside... " His light touches on and around your anus continued, as his thumb and fingers teased and excited your clitoris, and other fingers dove deep into your cunt. It was as if he could read your mind. He teased you up the long gradual slope toward an orgasm, and just as you were reaching the crest, his finger, or thumb pressed into you asshole, past your sphincter, and you rocketed over the top. You had lost count of cumming. You were floating in an ocean of orgasms. Wondering how long this man could hold off, you hoped the afternoon wouldn't end. * * * Your eyes slowly opened, as your felt his fingers withdraw from your pussy, and anus, and you felt him shift, leaning forward, as his mouth went down on you. "No more, Eric... I can't stand it." "If I remember right, this was your idea, Honni," he mumbled, his lips filled with your tender pussy-flesh. It was... It is... But I don't know how much more I can take. My God... I've been cumming almost continuously for hours." He looked up from between your thighs. His face glistened with the mixture of oil and your secretions. A random thought made you speak, "I have a question Eric. Is it true why men like fucking stewardesses?" "Wha... ? What? Why do men like fucking stewardess?" "Because that always say," as you pressed his face tightly into your groin, "place this over you nose and mouth and continue to breath normally!" He chuckled, deep in his throat. "I don't know about that, Honni. I just know I like to make love to a woman who can keep on cumming," he grinned wolfishly. His mouth again attacked your pussy. Nipping and licking your clit. Sucking your inner and outer lips. Dipping his tongue deep into your cunt and sucking your juices, as his fingers toyed with the entrance to your ass. He repeated with his lips tongue and teeth what his fingers had started earlier, but the warmth of his lips and tongue added to your pleasure. The waves of orgasms continued. Some were gentle and pleasant, while others crashed over you, making you quake and cry out. Finally, he rose, and leaned forward, and embraced you, crushing your breasts to his chest, and you trembled in his arms. Your mouth found his, and you tasted your musky secretions on his lips and in his mouth, and with no more stimulation than that you trembled all over, coming in a rush once more. Your pelvis rocked, and waved from side to side, trying to snare his cock. You hoped it would slide into you, filling the void that all of your orgasms made so apparent. You wanted to milk him dry. To have him spray his sperm in fountains deep within you, flooding all your secret places. You felt his hips lift, and you both reached down to your furry centers. He grasped his cock, trying to guide it between your slippery, grasping lips, while one of your hands did the same, while the other insured that your cunt was wide open to meet his invading organ. * * * Success! You felt his rigid length sliding deep, filling those places that had been untouched by his tongue or fingers. Eric lay still on top of you, with a smile on his face, enjoying the way your pussy was fluttering deep inside, as you both rode out the latest waves of your orgasms. "C'mon Eric!" you said. "Bang me." "In a minute... I'm just enjoying what you're doing to me." A few more minutes passed, before he began moving slowly. Sliding his cock out, until just the tip was contained, and then even more slowly re-entering. His pace gradually increased, but your disappointment was evident. "Eric, Please... ", you said. "Fuck me!" * * * "Oh, I plan to Honni. But if you don't mind, you need to know I'm an `Ass Man,' and I loved the way you looked earlier. If you don't mind... I mean, if it's not too uncomfortable, would you mind... ?" "You mean you'd like me to get up on my knees? You scoot around on the towels. "Like this?" you asked, almost coyly. "Perfect... Just perfect," he answered. "Are you sure you don't mind?" To quickly looked back, over your shoulder, and winked. "Woof Woof!" you grinned. "I *love* it like this." "Me too. I love looking down at you... when you're up on your knees like this. I mean, you are really beautiful. Your body is so slim and tight... You're more than beautiful, Honni. You're `sleek'. I love the way your hips flare out from your waist, and from this angle... the way it show off all your special parts... " "Oh shut up, Eric. Just shut up and fuck me." * * * Immediately, he moved up close behind you, and and you felt his hard organ nestle into the very top of you cleft. He picked up the oil, and drenched it, and you felt the warm liquid as is slowly ran down over your ass, into your cunt and collided - on your clit, where it dripped off onto the now soaked towel. He moved his cock, hot and throbbing lower, until it touched your anus, and you thrust back, opening your tight opening to accept it there, if that is what he wanted. "Maybe later, Honni," he said softly, as he glided lower still, until he was at the entrance to your vagina. He pressed forward and you merged. Cock in pussy. Prick in cunt. Penis in vagina. His cock withdrew, again almost to the point to separation. There was a split second of hesitation, and then he drove forward, slamming into you. Skewering you. Again a slow withdrawal, and another instantaneous pause, and again a battering drive forward. "Jeez," he said. "I love to see it slide in and out." "Ohh, please stop playing with me, Eric." That seemed to do it, because a rhythmic bucking of his hips began. His prick was a piston, flying out, then ramming in, slamming his hips into your butt. His hands grasped your hips, as he rocked you in the opposite direction, increasing the force of his stokes even more. Even with all of the lubrication, you could feel the heat building, as the friction of his cock met the clutching lining of your pussy. He had been waiting a long time, and breaking though took a long while, as he continued to pound into you. Even through the near violence of your coupling, you felt his penis swell. You felt it begin to quiver, as he approached climax. He flexed his knees, and instead of sliding straight into you, he was driving almost upward, while at the same time one of his fingers pressed into your ass. Suddenly, his hips jerked and the tip of his hard cock bottomed-out, smashing into your cervix. You cried out in both surprise and relief, and then you felt the spasms as his penis twitched, as it spewed his seed deeply into you, while your anus and vagina pulsed in climax. He froze for a moment, buried to the hilt, as the last of his sperm blasted deep into your cavity. Your orgasm wasn't violent, but it lasted and lasted squeezing him, as you pulsed over and over, as you milked him, as he continued to pump. Then you felt the soft drip down the inside of your thighs, as you overflowed from the sheer volume he had pumped into you, and your reaction to it. He withdrew almost immediately, still hard and throbbing, and pressed into anus, so recently vacated by his finger. "I don't know if I can get it up again, Babe," he grunted, "and since you seemed to want me here too, I don't want to disappoint you." You relaxed, accepting him fully into your anal canal. As you felt him totally embedded, your replied, "Ohhhhh, I wouldn't have been disappointed. But this is a wonderful extra." He rocked on his knees, in short controlled strokes, and you felt another climax building. Not wanting it to die, or take too long to arrive, you hands snaked back between your legs. One rubbing and pinching your oil-soaked clit, and the other cupping his balls, that were bumping rhythmically against your pussy lips. He groaned, as you clenched your ass around his pumping shaft. "Ohhhhh, tight... You're so tight." Your fingers, dancing on your clit got you off, and your hips jerked as your cunt pulsed, soaking the towels and pillows once more, while at the same time he came, shuddering and spattering the remainder of his sperm into your ass. * * * You collapsed together on the towels and carpet, trying to recover from the marathon session, breathing hard, and hugging almost continuously. "God, Eric... can you believe it?" "No not really," he answered. "All this from asking if you'd like a cuppa coffee." "Not quite, Eric. The coffee was great... But from you not putting any moves on me." "No moves? What do you think rubbing your neck was all about?" "Well, if class hadn't been canceled... He looked up at her, cuddling her close, as his hands moved over her goose-bumped skin. "What class are we going to take next semester?" he asked with a chuckle. "How about just the lab for Human Sexuality?" you answered.