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From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Subject: Andrea (fFM+, cons) [1/2]
Date: 8 Mar 1996 02:42:20 GMT

			       Andrea
			      Chapter I

	      Growing up on a farm wasn't what Andrea considered
glamorous, not like living in California or Florida or in a big city.
But to a young lady approaching her fifteenth birthday, those dreams
of a life-style worlds different from her own would have to remain
just that - dreams. And dream she did!

	From the time she was awoken in the middle of the night by
moans and sighs drifting through her open window when she saw her Aunt
Kathy and her date in the backseat of his convertible, Andrea had had
dreams of how her own blossoming sexuality would attract handsome
boys.

	At twelve, the sight of her Aunt Kathy lying across the back
seat of her boyfriend's car with one leg thrown over the front seat-back
and the other over the rear seat-back with his head between her thighs
had left Andrea weak and tingling. She had awoken to whispers of, "Oh
Yes! Yes! Yes do it to me!" followed by an almost animal moan.

	Getting out of bed and looking out her second-floor bedroom
window, Andrea saw her Aunt and her date. They had returned from a
party and Kathy, Andrea's mothers younger sister, was letting her
summer boyfriend, Chuck, kiss her pussy. Andrea had heard some of the
girls at school talk about it, but thought it was just talk. Around
the farm, the male animals would lick the females when they were in
season, but then they would mate. Surely Aunt Kathy wasn't going to
mate with Chuck! Besides, Andrea knew that mating was done with the
female standing with her back to the male and then the male would get
on her back and stick his thing (penis as she had learned in school
but just couldn't use that word) into the female.

	Andrea had seen cows, horses, pigs, chickens, goats, cats, and
even her dog Pax mate, and they all did it the same. Surely, her Aunt
wasn't going to stuff the whole thing into her mouth, but Andrea knew
it was too big.

	As her Aunt licked and kissed the massive rod, her hands
stroked along the long shaft and it glistened from her saliva.

	"Put it in me! Put that monster into me!" Andrea heard her
aunt gasp. "Split me in two, you sonofabitch!" she spat at Chuck as she
lay back on the seat.

	Andrea watched from her perfect seat as Chuck grasped the
long, hard shaft in his fist and lowered its head toward the hairy
patch where her Aunt Kathy's thighs met. At the same time, Andrea
became aware that her own hand was at the same spot on her own body,
her slim fingers slipping through the folds of her lightly downed
pussy, just as Chuck's cock split the lips of her Aunt's steamy cunt.

	Andrea's middle finger found the opening she had only recently
become aware of, and she hesitated at the entrance, waiting for the
moment in the backseat. Chuck slid the head of his big cock across the
mouth of Aunt Kathy's hole getting it lubricated just as Andrea got
the tips of her fingers moist with her own juices.

	"Ohhh GOOODDDD!" was all she heard her Aunt say as Chuck
pressed the huge head into the opening. Andrea saw her Aunt's legs
straighten out and them come around Chuck's back as she started to pant
like a dog. "MORE! MORE! Stick it all in me!" she heard Aunt Kathy
groan. "Fuck me, please fuck me!" Andrea watched as the two of them
mated... no, they fucked in the back seat.

	And as she watched, Andrea's hand was busy at her crotch. One
of her fingers was inside her still-virgin pussy, and her thumb was
rubbing the nub of her clit.

	As the motion in the car sped up, so did Andrea's, until, as
if it were planned, all they of them came in a sobbing, groaning,
gasping trio of lust. Andrea fell back on her bed, her hand still
between her legs as the waves of her first real orgasm swept over her,
her young body twitching, her hips jerking against her hand.

			      Chapter II

	That was almost three years ago, and Andrea still has dreams
about it.

	She also has dreams about her one and only experience with a
boy, Tom. She and Tom were friends from church, and they had "gone
out" on a "date" three times. Really, they had been in each others
company during a couple of outings the youth group at church had
sponsored.

	One was a hayride last October for Halloween, and one was an
Easter Dance.

	That was when Tom had kissed her for the first time, and the
last time was a camp-out at the lake. It was at the camp-out that
Andrea and Tom last saw each other and he hadn't spoken to her since.

	The camp-out was a chaperoned affair with the boys on one side
of the campground, and the girls on the other.

	The campfire in the evening was the only time other than
swimming and meals that the two groups even saw one another. Swimming
had really been fun, and Andrea and Tom had swum out to the Barrel
Float about a hundred feet from the dock where a lot of the other kids
were diving and sunning. Tom suggested that they dive under the float
and make out. Andrea thought that sounded like fun, and besides, what
harm would some kissing do.

	Once under the float, with the other kids jumping and
splashing all over, they were pretty much secluded. Holding on to the
framework, they could hug with one arm as they kissed. This was fine
with Andrea until Tom ran his hand up her stomach during one very
passionate french-kiss and put his hand on Andrea's budding right
breast.

	Almost instantly, her nipple got hard, and a familiar tingle
started between her legs. Andrea moaned and her tongue snaked into
Tom's mouth even further. Through the thin material of her nylon two-
piece, she felt Tom's fingers roll her taught nipple and was again
aware of the feeling between her legs. They hugged together and Andrea
felt something hard against her belly. It took her a moment to realize
that what she was feeling against her was Tom's hard cock. She tried
to guess how big it was, as she rubbed herself against his hardness.

	Tom broke the kiss and whispered, "You can touch it if you
want... " Andrea hesitantly ran her hand between their bodies and
almost jumped when her hand touched his stiff prick.

	She was relieved when she realized that it was not the monster
that Chuck had, but she was still aware that it was much bigger than
she thought she could get into her tiny hole. Ever since that night
watching her Aunt Kathy and Chuck, she'd fantasized about feeling a
boys cock inside her pussy, but even Tom's seemed much too big.

	As Andrea continued to feel and fondle Tom's erect staff, she
felt his hand leave her breast and trail down her belly.

	It slowed as it came to the waistband of her suit bottoms, and
slowly crept lower between her legs. Andrea knew what he wanted, and
the feeling between her legs overrode her fear and she didn't stop
Tom's explorations. His fingers traced over her sparsely haired mound,
and found the button of her very excited clit peaking out from between
her pussy lips.

	As his fingers massaged her, Andrea stroked Tom's cock in
time. They kissed and fondled back and forth until Tom's finger slid
under the legband of Andrea's suit. Andrea froze, her hand still on
Tom's hard cock. His finger slid between her pussy lips and started to
slid inside her now very slippery hole. Andrea gasped and with a
shudder that almost caused her to lose her grip on the frame she came,
her hips twitching involuntarily. Tom's finger slid further into
Andrea's wet cunt as her hips jerked.

	She squeezed his cock hard and just lay back in the water.
Taking this as a signal, Tom pulled his swimsuit down to his knees and
pulled Andrea hard against his groin. Floating in a post-orgasmic
state, Andrea wasn't really aware what was happening until she felt
Tom pull aside the elastic legband of her suit bottoms, and try to
push his hard prick into her pussy.

	With a jerk, she pulled back and released Tom's cock.

	"No, I can't! Stop!... Tom, I'm still a virgin," Andrea said
with a look of pure embarrassment in her eyes.

	"But, but you... you... seemed so willing. You sure knew what
to do. I've never done it in the water before, I thought you'd really
like it," Tom said, his pecker shriveling as he spoke. "I hope you
will still go to the campfire with me tonight... "

	Sure, I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let things go so far
just now, but it felt soooo goood!" Andrea whispered adding, "I really
do like your... your... you know... your thing!" She blushed crimson
and ducked under the floats.

	Long strokes took her leisurely to the shore, but her mind was
occupied with thoughts of the excitement Tom had released within her.
She had never cum so hard before. She thought to herself, "He almost
had it in me! Why did I chicken out?"

	That evening, after supper, the whole camp was assembled at
the campfire site, a big clearing in the woods next to the lake. A
hundred or so boys and girls and 10 or 12 "adult" chaperones.

	Most were senior high age save for the four real adults, the
pastor and his wife, and the cook and her husband, the handyman.

	Andrea and Tom were sitting near the edge of the group with
three other "couples", Randy and his girlfriend, Tina, her friend Lois
and a new boy from Chicago, Walter, Kevin, the pastors son and little
miss perfect, Anita Stoner, the church organists daughter.

	Andrea really disliked Anita because of a stunt she pulled
last Halloween that had gotten Andrea grounded for two weeks. Anita
had dressed up just the same as Andrea, and got caught necking with a
boy from high school in the parking lot. Anita swore that it wasn't
her, and that the teacher must have been mistaken. About that same
time, Andrea returned from the bathroom, and was accused of leaving
the dance to fool around with the older boys.

	She'd never forgive Anita for that one.

	As the campfire progressed and the suns glow disappeared from
the lake, the religious and folk songs lulled most of the kids into a
blissful relaxation.

	Most, but not all. Kevin, Anita, Lois and Walter had all
become restless. Anita suggested that they all sneak over to the
kitchen and try to snatch some cookies.

	Kevin agreed, and said that cookies was not all he intended to
"snatch," Lois and Walter also agreed, but said they'd probably go for
a walk in the woods. Andrea and Tom decided that the campfire was no
fun, and they would go too, but Andrea was wondering what sort of
trouble Anita was going to get her into this time.

	As the three couples snuck into the shadows, Andrea was
recalling that afternoon under the float, and the excitement of Tom's
touch.

	She was aware of the familiar tingle returning to her loins as
her thoughts drifted in the cool water.

	All too soon, at least for Andrea's imagination, they got to
the kitchen, and found it locked securely. Undaunted, Anita said she
had some treats in her locker back in the cabin. Kevin was all to
eager to follow her, but Tom said he didn't want to get caught in the
girls cabin for just some candy.

	"Who said anything about candy?" Anita purred, "I said I knew
there would be some treats back in the cabin!" It was a short walk the
long low building. It had  counselor's rooms on each end, and a door in the
front and back, and about twenty bunk beds, ten along each wall. There
was a wood stove for heat, and only the yard-lights were on.

	As they approached Tom got an attack of nerves again, and
suggested that he and Andrea would wait at the benches outside one end
of the cabin. Kevin and Anita just shrugged and continued inside the
darkened building.

	As they sat down, Tom apologized for, "chickening-out," and
Andrea said, "I didn't much want to get caught in there either, because
if we did, guess whose fault it'd be?"

	They were interrupted be the sounds of Anita giggling from
within the cabin, and Tom said that it sounded as if they were in the
counselors room at the far end. "Never mind about them," Andrea said
as she pressed her lips against Tom's.

	"I'd like to continue what we were doing this afternoon down
at the lake... but you have to remember we have a limit."

	With that, the two hugged together, their lips rejoining,
their tongues exploring the others mouth.

	Tom's hand crept up Andrea's ribcage and closed over her left
breast. Andrea was glad she'd "forgotten" to wear a bra under her
sweater.

	Tom rolled her stiffening nipple between his finger and thumb,
causing a low moan to escape from her lips.

	As she leaned back under Tom's manipulations, she slid down a
little on the bench.

	This simple motion caused two things to happen... her skirt
slid up about two inches revealing even more of her tanned thighs to
the glow of the yard light, and it caused her panties to pull very
tightly against her moist pussy.

	It was the second action that caught her by surprise and the
soft cotton material pressed directly against her protruding clit
sending shivers of electrical impulses directly to the core of her
excitement. Andrea gasped and then let a low throaty moan escape fro
her lips. Her left hand slowly moved across Tom's side, across his
stomach, and stopped as it encountered the hardness of his adolescent
manhood.

	Tom thrust his hips to meet Andrea's hand forcing his hard
cock into her hand. Her fingers gripped the shaft through his thin
jogging pants, and Andrea realized he wasn't wearing any undershorts!
"Let's go where there isn't so much light," Tom suggested tentatively.
"Okay" was all that Andrea said as she got up and headed for a grassy
spot near the other end of the cabin.

	As she walked, she could feel the moistness of her panties as
the evening air drifted under her skirt.

	Tom was a step behind her, and his satin-like trousers were
tented significantly by his protruding cock. Andrea lay down on the
soft grass and turned facing Tom. "My, aren't we a little excited!"
she purred as she reached for the tent in the front of his pants.

	As he knelt beside her, Tom let his hand light on Andrea's
left thigh just and inch below the hem of her short skirt.

	While she was busied by his cock sticking straight at her
face, Tom moved his hand higher up her thigh. Andrea rolled slightly
on her side and Tom moved his hand up further to cup her cotton
covered mound in his palm. His fingers rested across the lips of her
pussy, and he was surprised to feel the dampness there.

	"She really is hot for me" he said to himself. "My, aren't we
a little excited" he chided Andrea as he pressed his fingers against
the moist cloth.

	"Oh, oh God that feel wonderful" Andrea panted. Tom pressed
his middle finger right against the nub he felt under the cloth and
slowly massaged it. It was as her hands were directly connected to the
nub on her damp mound. He'd press against it, and she'd squeeze and
stroke his cock through the pants. He took a bold step, one that had
gotten him very nearly slapped that afternoon in the lake, he slipped
his middle finger under the elastic of Andrea's pale green panties and
pressed it against her bare clit.

	Gently he rubbed against the now slippery nubbin, causing the
expected reaction from her hands, and and added one from her hips.

	As Tom's finger slid against Andrea's clit, she rocked her
hips forward. Tom's finger slid against the slickness and just entered
mouth of her cunt. Andrea released his cock and lay back on her
elbows, rocking her hips against his fingers. Each cycle would cause
Tom's finger to slip from her sensitive clit to her juicy hole and
back again.

	Andrea had soon established a rhythm, and was panting with the
stroke of her hips. Tom took this opportunity to use his other hand to
release the snaps and unzip his pants. Hearing the sound of the zipper
caught Andrea's attention, and as she looked back at Tom's groin, his
hard tool bobbed free only an inch from her nose.

	Not breaking the rhythm of his fingers, he edged closer aiming
his stiff cock towards Andrea's half-open mouth. Her eyes were wide
with both excitement and awe. It was the first time she had seen a
real live human cock up close. It was not nearly as huge as the
monster her Aunt Kathy's boyfriend had, but an inch from her lips, it
seemed very impressive, and a little scary.

	Andrea had watched Aunt Kathy as she took her boyfriends
monster cock into her mouth, and she was pretty sure that both Aunt
Kathy and her boyfriend had really enjoyed it, but she wasn't sure she
could really go through with it, and put Tom's "thing" into her mouth.
"Please... " was all that Tom said, as her sank his two of his
slippery fingers into Andrea's juicy pussy up to the third knuckle!
Andrea had had her fingers in her own pussy lots of times, and even
two, but this was more than she had expected. Jolts of pleasure/pain
swept over her body like an ocean wave, then another, and a third. She
felt as if her whole self was centered on the tips of his two fingers,
deep within her hole.

	Andrea shook with orgasm, and her hips twitched spasmodically
trying to press more of the intruding digits deeper into her. "Oh...
Oh... Oh... GOOOOOOOODDDDDD! Yes! Yes!... Oh yes!" she panted
hoarsely. Taking a second or two to regain herself, Andrea eyed the
stiff six-inch tall mushroom at her lips, and a smile fell across her
lips just before she parted them rolling again to her side.

	Her first real contact with a cock, and it was with her lips!
She tasted it, then ran her tongue around the tip. Slowly, just like
she remembered seeing Aunt Kathy do, she sucked Tom's stiff rod into
her mouth, her tongue circling the head.

	With one hand at her pussy, and the other behind her head, Tom
was in heaven... sheer heaven.

	He had never even dreamed that this would happen tonight.

	As he thought about how close he had gotten that afternoon to
getting his cock into Andrea's pussy, Tom's excitement level peaked
unexpectedly.

	His balls tightened, and before he knew it, he was cumming
into Andrea's sucking mouth. Even in the semi dark, Tom could see
Andrea's eyes widen, and he felt her trying to swallow.

	It was too much of an unexpected thing for Andrea. Her first
taste of man-meat, and all of the sudden her mouth was full of a
salty, sticky ooze. She didn't knew what to do, and all she could
think of was to swallow, but even that didn't work as she gagged and
couldn't breath. Tom, still in an orgasmic stupor, had his hand on the
back of her head, and try as she would she couldn't pull free.
Breathing a real necessity for Andrea, and she knew if she didn't get
this squirting monster out of her mouth, she'd surely choke to death.

	"Shit! Goddamnit, what are you trying to do kill me?" Tom
gasped as he jerked his still pulsing pecker from Andrea's lips.
"Jesus, you didn't have to bite it off!"

	Patty had taken a quick course in option management, and chose
the only one available.

	"I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just couldn't
breath and you were holding my head, and that stuff was choking me,
and I'm really sorry I bit you, does it hurt... " Patty babbled,
knowing full well that he wasn't hurt, but not knowing what else to
say. "I guess it was my fault for shooting off in your mouth without
warning you, but I just sorta snuck up on me," Tom whispered becoming
aware of the noises coming from the cabin window just twenty feet from
where they lay.

	"Shhhhh! Let's see what they're up to, ya wanna?" he pulled
Andrea to her feet and headed the edge of the cabin.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Andrea (fFM+, cons) [2/2]
Date: 8 Mar 1996 02:42:24 GMT

			       Andrea
			     Chapter III

	As they crouched next to the open window to the counselors
quarters Andrea and Tom heard low moans coming from within. It sounded
to Andrea as if Anita was almost in pain.

	As they both slowly raised up to peer over the windowsill,
Andrea squeezed Tom's hand hard and a little squeak escaped her slack-
jawed open mouth.

	There on the cot was Anita, naked in the glow of the YARD
LIGHT shining through the other window, and she had her hands on
Kevin's head as it was pressed between her widely spread thigh.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmore, Mmmmmmm mmore, Mmmmmmmmmmore," she almost
chanted as it became apparent to the two young voyeurs that Kevin was
licking Anita's pussy! Andrea knew this was one sure prelude to
mating, and almost couldn't believe that the preachers son and Miss
Prissy-Do-No-Wrong were going to mate... er... fuck... right here in
front of them!

	As they watched, Kevin's tongue was feathering across Anita's
clit, and his right hand had three fingers buried in her sopping wet
hole.

	"Now!" Anita hissed pushing Kevin's head from her almost
hairless mound. "Now! Do it to me! Fuck me, Kevin, fuck me!" Andrea
gasped at the words, but Tom clamped his hand over her mouth to stifle
any sound. Kevin raised up on his knees, and it was Tom's turn to
gasp. There, sticking out from a dark patch of fur was eight inches of
steel-hard poker. Not as thick as his own, but a good two inches
longer.

	"Turn over `Nita, I wanna play doggy" hissed Kevin. In a
flash, Anita rolled onto her stomach and raised her ass into the air
wriggling it as if to entice Kevin. It was all too apparent to both
Tom and Andrea that this wasn't the first time for either Kevin or
Anita, and that they had done this together before.

	Kevin knelt behind her and, holding his long prick in his
fist, aimed it for Anita's soaking hole. Tom was holding his breath,
and Andrea thought he was going to break her neck he was holding her
so tight. Kevin edged forward an inch or so allowing just the head of
his rod to spread Anita's pussy lips. He moved back and forth
spreading the slick cream from her hole onto his tool.

	When he was satisfied that there was enough lubricant, Kevin
placed both of his hands on her hips and with a grunt rammed his long
cock into Anita's hot cunt with one stroke.

	"Uuunnnnngggghhhhhh!" was all Anita uttered as the force of
Kevin's entry drove her face down into the pillow on the cot.

	As she raised her head a hiss was heard as she sucked air. "DO
IT! Do it to me! Fuck me!" she wailed.

	Kevin withdrew until almost all of his shaft was out, and
drove into her again. Over and over he repeated this. And over and
over Anita's taunts could be heard. Each spurred the other on, and as
the cadence increased, it was plain that both were enjoying this
immensely.

	As Andrea and Tom watched, Kevin pounded into Anita over and
over again.

	After what must have seemed like ten minutes,but in actuality
was only four, Anita started to pant and suck air through her clenched
teeth. Faster and faster she hissed, and faster and faster Kevin
Rammed into her sopping hole, until finally, Anita started to vibrate.

	Almost imperceptibly at first, but with each of Kevin's
vicious strokes Anita shook more until she was thrashing on the cot.
"Oh sweetheart I'm CUMMING! I'm cumming, cumming, cumming... " she
whined into the pillow.

	Kevin was holding completely still now, as if he were carved
out of marble, his long slender cock buried to the hilt in Anita
visibly twitching pussy. Suddenly, he let out a groan and his hips
began to convulse as he sprayed his hot semen into Anita.

	A sound near the other side of the cabin startled Tom and
Andrea. It was the pastor!

	"Run!" whispered Tom "I'll see you in the morning!" he added
with a kiss as both he and Andrea turned and sprinted across the
shadows.

				* * *

	The next morning at breakfast, neither Kevin nor Anita were
present. It was rumored that the pastor caught them "making-out" near
the campfire and both were sent home. Both Andrea and Tom had a hard
time suppressing their grins.

			      Chapter IV

	After the "scandal at the campfire" there were no more co-ed
outings allowed for a long time, so Andrea and Tom weren't able to
continue their "physical education."

	Andrea used the memories of that weekend to fuel masturbatory
fantasies for months after that, and it was the memory of watching
Kevin's long cock slide into Anita's pussy that prompted her latest
self-exploration.

	Try as she would, Andrea could never get her fingers as deep
into her hole as Tom had just before he came in her mouth, and the
frustration was getting the best of her. The feelings of that first
"vaginal orgasm" as the Masters and Johnson's book she snuck from her
mothers drawer had called it, were just not available to Andrea from
her own fingers. She had read about women using vibrators and dildos
to ease their frustrations when a man wasn't around, but the idea of
trying to buy something like that at a store caused Andrea to nearly
panic.

	In desperation, she had turned to the handle of her hairbrush,
but in time even that didn't prove satisfactory. It was cold and
lifeless, and just didn't "feel" right. She even snuck a banana from
the pantry one evening, just in the hopes that it would be an adequate
substitute for Tom's fingers that night at camp. The BANANA was shaped
just like Tom's cock and although is was a little longer, the curve was
just right.

	Andrea lay down on her bed in the dark after dinner. She spent
almost ten minutes trying to decide whether to peel it or not, and
finally decided that the bright yellow skin with the two rough ends
didn't look like Tom's cock at all, just a BANANA!

	Opting for the peeled version, she carefully peeled down each
side. She'd picked one that wasn't too ripe as a ripe one gets soft
and mushy, and this one was just the right firmness. Spreading a
towel on the middle of her bed, Andrea stripped off her clothes and
stood in front of her mirror. She posed for herself striking several
of the "sexy" model stances she'd seen in a magazine. She cupped her
blossoming breasts and rolled their nipples between her fingers.

	As the tingle began to spread and her clit began to peek from
the thin patch of fine hair where her legs met, Andrea moved her right
hand down and let her fingers comb gently through her pussy hair.

	As she'd done a hundred times before, she let her middle
finger softly brush against her clit, and then slowly pressed her
finger down between the lips to her hole.

	She lay back down on her bed, making sure she was centered on
the towel. Her hand returned to her pussy, and was soon joined by the
other. Andrea had become quite masterful at arousing herself, but
this time, she was sure she'd found the right way. In a few short
minutes, Andrea had herself in a state of arousal she deemed
appropriate for THE BANANA. She'd had six "minis" before she reached
to her nightstand and brought her lover/fruit across her stomach.

	In the dark, she held it firmly in her right hand.

	As she was moving it lower past the patch of hair there, she
thought how odd it seemed to see a pseudo-cock sticking up from her
crotch, and wondered if Tom looked like this when he was hard and
lying on his back. "Tom, Tom, Oh Tom, please put it in me!" she
thought trying to recapture that moment in the lake when he had IT
against her hole.

	She tried hard to remember the feeling as his cock brushed
against her leg, as he pulled aside her swimsuit bottom, as his hard
cock nudged her lips. Her hand guided the male fruit against her
thigh, and nudged her lips. In her minds eye, Andrea felt Tom's shaft
part her pussy lips and start to enter her slippery hole. She
remembered how Kevin had smeared Anita's juices around onto the head
of his long spear, and she lubricated the BANANA with her own slick
juices. She recalled how Kevin had rammed into Anita, and instead
reconstructed her own memories to relate a slow steady entry as she
pressed the long stem into her hole. It slid in so easily, the curve
causing the tip to put pressure on a spot Andrea wasn't aware she had.
Current flowed through her as she pressed it further, until she'd
inserted almost half of the nine inch surrogate into herself.

	Slowly she pulled it back until almost all of it was exposed.
Again she pressed it into her juicy hole, and again she withdrew it.
In. Out. In Out. Slowly at first, but as the pressure within her rose
from the friction on those new spots, she increased her motions. In.
Out. In. Out. A little faster, feeling the pressures build. She slid
the fingers of her left hand across her clit and strummed across it.
She began to feel light headed and wondered if she was going to pass
out as the pressure built. She heard her out heart pounding between
the ragged gasps of breath. In. Out. In. Out.

	As her fingers twiddled her clit until finally, she had to
push the "Cock" in her hand as far in as it would go.

	Her hips convulsed in spasms unlike any she had ever felt, and
she was hit by wave after wave of gut-wrenching real live orgasms. She
came three times that she could count. Andrea realized that this must
be what it's like to be with a man.

	She vowed then and there that the next time Tom got his
"thing"... no... his cock close to her again that she'd let him put it
in... she'd let him mate with her... she wanted him to fuck her!!

	Andrea also realized that she'd not expected to have a BANANA
turn to mush in her cunt. During the throes of orgasm, her cunt-
muscles had done to that poor innocent BANANA what many men feel as
their partner reach a strong orgasm. And now Andrea had a mess to
clean up... but it was worth it!