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 ===== SARA BETH in 1990 ===

   CHAPTER ONE

   "Thanks, Professor Perry," said the young woman, picking up the term
paper and stowing it in her book bag, "you're just the best!" Karen's
student flashed a bright smile as she turned and walked out of the office.
The professor watched her go, and smiled her own ironic smile.

   "I must be getting soft," Karen Perry thought to herself.  The second
year student had been close to failing Karen's upper division Art History
course.  Like a lot of the students in the last few years, the young woman
had arrived at the University without any real study skills.  Only this one
had managed to struggle through to her sophomore year, Karen had noted. 
That was a point in her favor.  The rounded curve of the young blonde's
hip, and those deep blue eyes were in her favor, too, Karen decided.  Once
again the professor had let her stern rules be turned aside by the
seductive quality of a beautiful young woman in trouble.

   Karen sighed.  It had been all too easy for the student to bat those
baby blues, shed a few well placed tears, and bring out her sympathy. 
Before she knew it Karen had found herself "upping" the poorly researched
paper by enough points to give it a passing grade.  She took some comfort
in the fact that she had required the young blond to actually go to the
library and complete the missing research, and turn in some additional
notes, but Karen was well aware that she had been had once again.  It was
okay.  Any more, the University wanted to keep them attending classes,
rather than flunk them out, Karen Perry knew.  Times were hard.

   "Okay, Professor Perry," Karen said aloud to the empty office, "You've
done enough damage for one week!" She ran her finger down the page of the
daily planner on her desk, and saw that indeed she had no more appointments
scheduled for the rest of Friday afternoon.  "Let's get the hell out of
here!"

   Karen slipped into the navy wool jacket that matched the rest of her
very chic, business-like skirt and ivory blouse, pausing to flip her long
brunette hair out of her collar and arrange it in place over her shoulders.
She barely glanced in the mirror, knowing she still looked damned good for
this late in the day.  She clicked the office lights off and locked the
door behind her.

   Karen loved this time of day.  There was hardly anyone left in the
"halls of academe" this late in the week.  She walked the dark corridors of
the old seaside University, feeling her feet glide silently over the
expensive carpet.  Enjoying the scent of the aging wood paneling and the
fresh-cut flowers the gray-haired department secretary always put in the
vase near the elevator, Karen felt as if she owned the whole campus.

   In a way, she did, Karen mused.  She had kept the Tuchman Fellowship in
the Department, and her work in Art History had brought in a ton of grant
money this year.  The hallway was lined with certificates and plaques, many
of them hers, for the Department's numerous publications and academic
achievements.  Her last text had been considered a "best seller" in the
esoteric world of art criticism.  At this rate, she smiled inwardly, she'd
be Department Chairperson before she was thirty.

   Waiting for the elevator, Karen looked around, sensing someone. 
Although the department offices were closed by now, a young man was leaning
casually against the counter.  Karen recognized his dark good looks; he was
a student in her advanced art history seminar.  This guy had never said a
word in class, so far, but he made Karen slightly uncomfortable with the
way he stared at her with those dark eyes.  The way he stared at her now.

   "Can I help you?" she asked, "Were you waiting for me?" With mid-term
exams approaching, she was constantly bombarded with students - like the
young blonde - who were sensing that they needed immediate help.

   The student didn't move at all.  He simply stared hard at Karen Perry,
seeming to pierce into her with the heat of those black eyes.  Karen
started to stammer out another question, just as the elevator chimed and
the doors quietly slid open.  Karen felt confused, unsafe, and all of a
sudden very alone in the deserted building.  She stepped halfway into the
elevator as the young man watched her.

   Perhaps sensing her fear, he lightened his expression with a small
quirky smile, and quietly shook his head at her questioning glance.  He
didn't move.  Shrugging, Karen punched the button for the ground floor,
relieved as the doors hissed shut and she descended.  The dark eyes had
watched her, though, until the doors had shut completely.  It was the
strangest sensation, Karen thought, feeling those eyes on her.

   By the time she was in the parking lot and opening the door to her car,
she had shaken off her uneasiness.  The late afternoon sun was warm,
shining brightly through the tinted windshield of the expensive European
sedan.  The sun had actually made the leather interior of the "fashionable"
automobile hot to touch.  Karen relaxed and sighed as she eased into the
driver's seat and started the engine.  Another week was over!

   She laughed as she pulled out of the parking lot.  Now the weekend
loomed ahead, full of promise, she decided.  No more long lectures to give,
no interminable staff meetings or anxious student conferences, no more work
on the book!  She was free!  She knew exactly how she wanted the weekend to
be, and she was smiling broadly as she zipped the sedan a little too fast
around the corner.  She had glanced at her watch, and realized she better
hurry if she was going to make her next rendezvous on time.

   In a few minutes, Karen was all the way across campus, pulling up to the
entrance to the huge modern sports complex.  She barely had time to park in
the beach-front parking place before the doors of the big, domed arena
opened and people began rushing out into the hot afternoon sunlight.  The
placid waves threw glittering flashes of light back over the people, the
white concrete structure, and the tall palm trees lining the sidewalks. 
Karen leaned back in the soft leather seat and stripped off the wool
jacket, watching the waves play against the sandy beach in front of the
car.

   She didn't catch the sight in her rear view mirror of an athletic, leggy
young woman trotting lightly towards the car.  Karen jumped in surprise as
the passenger door flew open and a large sports bag flew through the
doorway, followed by brown, suntanned legs.  The tall, beautiful young
woman slid into the passenger's seat, tossing her short dark hair back out
of her eyes and smiling happily at Karen.  The lovely young woman was
wearing a faded gray university sweat jacket over a bright multicolored
spandex athletic suit, which clung to her rangy body, accentuating the
small, conical breasts of the female athlete.  Karen noticed the healthy
sheen of sweat over the suntanned body, and the way the dark hair curled
wetly at the nape of the young woman's neck.

   Without a word the young woman slid over next to Karen and gave her a
quick, hard kiss on the lips, smiling into Karen's green eyes before she
pulled away.  "Guess what?!"

   "You won!" Karen accused.

   Giggling, the other woman nodded her head happily and tossed the sports
bag into the back seat.  "We're in the playoffs!" she cried.

   Both the women whooped and yelled triumphantly as Karen started the car.
Sara Beth sighed in mock exhaustion and slumped down in the passenger's
seat as Karen drove them away from the sports complex, skillfully gliding
around all the spectator's cars as they headed for the highway.  "I can't
believe it!"

   "Why not?" Karen asked, glancing over at her roommate.  She watched the
long, sinuous body of Sara Beth Tuchman stretch out on the passenger's side
as she relaxed in a more genuine expression of tiredness.  "You and the
team have trained every day since last spring!  God, Sara Beth, I've been
kicking volleyballs out of my way ever since you moved in!  You deserve to
be in the playoffs!  It wasn't luck, you've earned it!"

   Karen was right, Sara Beth had worked very hard to achieve the success
she was now enjoying.  As captain of a semi-pro volleyball team, she had
finally achieved some self-esteem and something to be proud of.  It had
come hard, Karen remembered.  When the lanky young woman had first appeared
at the University, Karen had pegged her as just another rich princess,
spoiled by daddy's money and not really paying attention to college at all.
Sara Beth had been a transfer student, a junior, in Karen's first year of
professorship at the University.  Obviously Sara Beth had gotten into some
kind of trouble at her last school, and soon she was in trouble in Karen's
class, as well as most of the other classes she had scheduled.

   One day Sara Beth found herself in Karen's office, in a scene much like
the one played out today with the young blonde.  Only back then Karen
couldn't resist her first impulse to take Sara Beth on, and to solve all
her problems for her.  Later on they realized that Sara Beth needed to face
things for herself, but that was long after the two had begun living
together.

   Karen had first tutored Sara Beth, not because of the huge amount of
money she had been offered by the father, Andus Tuchman; instead, Karen had
gradually come to realize that only she understood Sara Beth's problems
well enough to be of help.  Karen came from a well-off family, too, and
money was not a power over her.  She had money, all she needed.  Karen then
gradually counseled her on more personal matters, and managed to discover
that while Sara Beth was not stupid - she was in fact incredibly bright -
the world of educational excellence was just not meant for the young
princess.  Sara Beth thought with her body, with her emotion, and her world
revolved around the real, the physical, and not the academic.

   Although Karen was only twenty-seven at the time, she had taken on a
maternal role with Sara Beth.  Karen steered the younger woman down the
pathway that was traditional for Universities to do with students who had
physical skills but limited academic ability: Karen turned Sara Beth into a
jock.  She called in a few markers from the Athletic department, and did a
few favors - allowing the dumb-as-a-stump first string of the football team
to get A's in her art appreciation class, for instance.  Soon Sara Beth was
on the varsity volleyball team, and soon after that she was captain.

   By the time Karen was full professor, Sara Beth Tuchman had managed to
graduate, somewhat in the middle of her University class.  The Tuchman
parents were so appreciative that Karen was still embarrassed by the way
they lavished attention and money on her and Sara Beth.  The Tuchman
Fellowship bestowed on her department had just been icing on the cake.

   Karen pulled the sedan up into the driveway in front of their townhouse.
As the car rolled to a stop Sara Beth popped open the door and bounded out
onto the grass of the small front yard, where she did a victory dance
before hurrying up the steps.  The two were still giggling and animated by
today's victory.

   Karen smiled and shook her head in amusement at the twenty-four
year-old's childlike enthusiasm.  She reached in and grabbed the handle of
the sports bag and followed Sara Beth into the townhouse.

   "Mmmmm!  Yesss!  Yes, Yes, Yess!" Sara Beth cried as Karen shut the
door. "We won!  We won!"

   Immediately Sara Beth grabbed Karen and took her in her arms, molding
her body to Karen's.  The younger brunette curled her fingers into Karen's
long hair and tugged, snapping her head back.  Sara Beth bent her face down
and put her lips to Karen's, kissing her with a wanton delicacy, like a
bird sipping sweet nectar from a flower, from the flower of Karen's mouth
as she opened her lips and the two french kissed.  With almost overpowering
athletic strength, Sara Beth squeezed Karen tightly, showering her face and
neck with enthusiastic kisses until both of them were breathless; Karen was
light-headed from the embrace.

   "Let's do it!" Sara Beth whispered into her ear.  "Let's do it right
now!"

   Karen needed little urging.  Already she could feel a warm wetness
growing from a small spot between her legs.  She simply nodded her head in
agreement and began unbuttoning her blouse as Sara Beth shrugged out of the
sweat jacket.  Quickly the two were back together again, molding their
bodies to each other as they embraced in the living room of the townhouse.

   "Mmmmm," Karen sighed, as she felt Sara Beth's hard mons press against
her.  She passionately opened her mouth to Sara Beth's tongue as it
explored past her slightly parted teeth, rasping over the edge of them. 
She went weak in the knees as she felt Sara Beth's hand slid inside her bra
and cup her naked breast.

   Quickly, Karen reached up and drew the straps of the spandex gym suit
off Sara Beth's shoulders, causing the taller girl to moan slightly as they
kissed.  Karen tugged harshly at the stretchy material, causing the suit to
slide swiftly down Sara Beth's body.  The younger woman was naked from the
waist up, now.  Karen pulled her mouth away from Sara Beth's and began
kissing down her neck, her chest, savoring the wonderful hot scent that
wafted up off of Sara Beth's damp flesh, now freed from the constricting
spandex.  It was a clean, sexy scent of musk perfume and sweat,
salt-flavored as Karen licked and kissed over the tops of Sara Beth's
smallish, pointed breasts.  Karen nipped and bit at her nipples until they
were hard, then sucked each breast in turn as far into her mouth as she
could, causing Sara Beth to cry out some indecipherable sound of pleasure.

   "Ohhhhhh!" Sara Beth called, urgently fumbling with Karen's blouse and
then her lacy beige bra.  It was awkward, both aroused women trying to kiss
and lick and embrace as they tore at each other's clothes.  Karen won,
stripping away Sara Beth' spandex suit and the skimpy white bikini briefs
under it.  Sara Beth was naked, entwined in her arms and pulling away
Karen's blouse and bra until the professor was naked from the waist up. 
The electric feel as their breasts mashed against each other made them both
sigh in pleasure.  Sara Beth kicked away the spandex clinging to her foot,
then unbuttoned Karen's skirt.

   Karen moved away just slightly, even though she didn't want to lose the
silky contact of Sara Beth's tits against her own.  Quickly she helped Sara
Beth pull down the skirt and the beige silk half-slip under it.  Her own
panties slid down her thighs, tugged on one side by Sara Beth, her own
thumb hooked under the elastic on the other side.

   "At last!" Karen thought as she felt the silky panties fall to the
floor. Naked, the two lovers embraced.  The sweet tingling charge of energy
as their skin touched made them both even more aroused.  Karen caught each
of Sara Beth's small dark nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and
tugged them to her own.  In a sweet trick she had learned in her teens, she
held her nipples and Sara Beth's together over the balls of her thumbs,
rolling them back and forth with her forefingers, pinching and clamping
down on the two sets of nipples until she and Sara Beth were softly moaning
in delight.

   "God," panted Sara Beth, "I love it when you do that!" She pulled Karen
closer to her and again tugged her long hair, pulling the slightly shorter
woman's head back until it was tilted up to Sara Beth's own.  The taller
girl breathed deeply, hotly through her nose as she passionately kissed
Karen, pulling harder and harder at her silky brown hair until it hurt just
enough and Karen was arching her back, bending down.  Soon, the two naked
women were on their knees on the carpet.  They held each other, groping and
exploring and running their hands over each other's nakedness.

   At last, Sara Beth gently pressed against Karen, levering her body until
Karen fell back into the rich white plush of the carpet.  Karen spread her
legs gently as she felt Sara Beth's body slide between her thighs.

   "Mmmmm," she hummed into Sara Beth's open mouth.  She felt her partner's
long, sweat-silky torso cover her as they french kissed.  Then Sara Beth's
thigh pressed urgently up between her legs, pressing against the exposed,
wet, fur-clad flesh of her crotch.

   "Yeah," she urged, "Yeah, my baby."

   For a long moment Karen and Sara Beth lay together on the carpet,
silently exploring and fondling each other until Karen's senses were filled
with the touch, taste and smell of the athletic female laying over her. 
She could feel Sara Beth trembling in uneasy anticipation and urgency.

   Pulling back a little, Sara Beth stared down at her beautiful lesbian
partner.  Karen's large, pale breasts were flattened, the nipples standing
up from the silver-dollar-sized brown-pink aureole like pale pink pebbles.
She kissed each one, then stared back into Karen's green eyes.  Sara Beth
was trembling harder with desire.

   "I, ...  I'm sorry," she said.  "I want it.  Now.  I just ...want you,
real fast, ...  right now!" There was a questioning note of apology in her
voice as she stared down at Karen's beautiful face.

   "Do you hear me complaining?" Karen smiled up at her.  "Hurry!" she
coaxed, slapping Sara Beth's naked ass, so that the taller girl stood up
and padded barefoot across the floor to a sideboard in the dining room.

   As Karen watched Sara Beth's slender naked behind sway sexily while she
crossed the room, she reached over and pulled a cushion off the long couch
and slid the textured, squarish pillow under her head.  Settling down on
it, she watched Sara Beth tug open a drawer and pull out a whitish
bow-shaped object and a small toothpaste-type tube.  Sara Beth practically
ran back to Karen and knelt next to her, putting the objects next to them
on the carpet as she stretched out, sliding her long body next to Karen.

   Smiling like a naughty little girl she grabbed and then held up the
bow-shaped tool.  It was a double dildo made of expensive, lifelike
flexible plastics.  Karen had ordered it especially from Japan.  It was
terribly expensive, but worth it!  While not sculptured like a realistic
penis, one you could purchase in any adult toy shoppe, each end of the
curved implement was smoothly rounded in an abstract approximation of a
male phallus.  The center was a round ball about two inches in diameter. 
The outer plastic sheathing was of a soft textured "skin" molded over a
foam layer.  Inside that, Karen knew was a stiffer, flexible plastic core
that provided the bulk and stiffness they needed.

   Karen smiled eagerly as Sara Beth screwed the cap off the tube and
squeezed a long bead of vaginal lubricant along the length of the dildo. 
Sara Beth spread the clear goo over both rounded, slightly bulging ends of
the six-inch "horns" and then replaced the cap.

   Karen had been slowly fondling and caressing Sara Beth's flank and her
small firm breasts as the girl prepared the device.  She watched as Sara
Beth tossed the tube of vaginal lubricant onto the coffee table near them
and then moved over Karen.  Sara Beth knelt between Karen Perry's
outstretched legs and looked down at the sweet, hot wet flesh between the
professor's thighs.

   "I could kiss you there," she whispered, lovingly petting the pouting
labia between Karen's legs.

   "No, don't be silly.  You want it hard and fast, girl." Karen said,
lifting her arms up to the beautiful, tanned woman swaying over her.  "I
know you, and ...  that's the right thing for now.  You'll love it this
way, you earned it!  Hurry.  Hurry and do me!"

   Sara Beth smiled wickedly and moved over Karen, putting the lubricated
dildo down between them as she slid into Karen's embrace.  Karen groaned in
pleasure as she felt the smooth, firm shaft slide inside her.  Above her
Sara Beth gasped sharply as the other end of the gently curved dildo filled
her, too.

   "Fuck me!" Karen urged.  And suddenly Sara Beth was writhing in Karen's
arms, savoring the feel of the soft/hard plastic as it moved cunningly
inside both of them.  They kissed and thrust and moved rhythmically
together.  The round ball pressed wonderfully against that sweet sensitive
area at the extremity of Karen's mons.  The phallus shape plummeted down
inside her as she arched her back and pressed up to meet Sara Beth's
grinding, thrusting motion.  It was hard, fast and good sex they both
wanted.

   After a long sweet period in Karen's arms, Sara Beth lifted up and knelt
over Karen's crotch, her knees on either side of the naked professor.  With
the wonderful dildo impaling them both, Sara Beth undulated in a wild,
sensuous, rhythmic pattern that kept the phallic shapes moving in and out
and around inside both their vaginas.  Karen reached up and fondled Sara
Beth's smallish breasts, making the younger woman smile loving down at her
sexy partner.

   Karen was cooing and pouting her lips in a sexy grimace as Sara Beth
swayed over her; she gently locked her legs loosely over Sara Beth's hips
and met each thrusting motion with a sexy oval movement of her own crotch.
They both groaned and cried out in pleasure as each stinging thrust
stimulated their bodies.

   Panting, Sara Beth leaned forward, cupping her outstretched hands over
Karen's full round mammaries.  Sara Beth caressed and kneaded Karen's
breasts, pressing the thick, erect nipples with her palms.

   "ohhh oohh, ohhh!" Sara Beth began to chant.  She had been so ready to
come.

   Karen stared with love up into the dark brown eyes of her lesbian lover,
and then she began to climax too.

   Long minutes later, both the sweating, satiated women lay together,
feeling the regular, deep breathing of the other calm down as their chests
rose and swelled against the other's breasts.  The sex had been quick, fun
and violently passionate.

   "Sometimes I think you just fuck me to keep the Tuchman fellowship."
Sara Beth teased.  She pressed harder against Karen.  If Mr.  and Mrs. 
Tuchman suspected that Karen and Sara Beth were lovers, they had never said
a word.

   "Do you think that's why I fucked you just now?" Karen shot back.

   "Ummmm, maybe." Sara Beth smiled, nuzzling Karen's puckered nipple with
her lips.  The white plastic of the dildo rested loosely between them, part
of its length still enveloped inside each of them.  Their legs were
tangled.

   "Sometimes I think I keep the Tuchman Fellowship just to fuck you!"
Karen laughed.  Both of them had agreed earlier on never to let the money,
or the awards come between them.  This was just their way of renewing that
commitment, Karen knew.

   "Come on," she said, bouncing up off the carpet.  She reached down and
slowly removed the sticky dildo from Sara Beth, "let's take a shower and
get all dressed up.  I feel like celebrating!

   "After all," she said playfully slapping Sara Beth's tanned, naked
buttock, "You've made the goddamn playoffs!"

   She carried the dildo gingerly upstairs to their double bathroom and
rinsed it off in the sink as she waited for the water to turn hot in the
clear glass-enclosed shower stall.  Then she stepped in to the steaming
stream of water and washed away the cares of the whole week, savoring the
delicious tingle of Sara Beth's touch on her skin.  The shower door clicked
open and Sara Beth stepped in with her.  In a moment they were french
kissing as furiously as before, Karen's shampoo running down over their
faces.  Karen squealed as she felt Sara Beth's hand gently slip between her
legs, and her legs got rubbery again as she felt two fingers slide
provocatively up into her.

   "Mmmm!" she groaned over the bubbles and the splashing water of the
shower.  "Stop it!  Well never get to dinner if you keep this up!"

   Sara Beth only giggled and pressed Karen back against the glass of the
shower wall.  She didn't stop for quite awhile.



   CHAPTER TWO

   Karen and Sara Beth sat side by side in a secluded booth of the newly
opened restaurant, Le Primeur.  It was an upscale, fashionable place for
the University town.  Both women had heard alot about it from their
friends, and Karen had decided to take Sara Beth there for their
celebration.  After the salad, Chateaubriand and wine, the two beautiful
women sat drinking coffee and nibbling at the incredibly rich dessert.

   All through dinner Sara Beth had been vivacious, talking excitedly about
the volleyball triumph, detailing almost every point to Karen.  Sara Beth
had such plans for the play-offs, and after that for the Championship!  One
year after graduation, and already Sara Beth was the star of a newly formed
semi-pro volleyball league made up of the best beach players and University
students in the region.  Once considered a marginal recreation sport,
volleyball had become big business.  Two-person men and women's
professional competitions made tremendous money, Karen knew.  Another year
or so and Sara Beth would be in perfect condition to become the top women's
pro player.

   Karen listen with a mixture of joy and foreboding as Sara Beth rattled
on about her expectations.  Karen was so happy that there was a purpose, a
dedication to a career in her lover's life, far different from when they
had first met.  Yet the thought of being apart from Sara Beth was more
threatening now.  There were so many other beautiful women.  Somewhere on
the tour, separated from Karen, Sara Beth might just ....

   "Honey, are you listening to me?" Sara Beth asked.  She waved her hand
in front of Karen's eyes, whistling quietly.  "Hello? ...  Hello?  Earth to
Karen!"

   Karen blinked and focused on her lovely companion.  Sara Beth was
dressed to kill.  Black, flowing harem pants clung to her curves,
accentuating rather than hiding the trim beauty of her long legs.  She was
wearing a seven-hundred dollar, nearly translucent white blouse that just
shaded a hint of mystery to her bra-less, delightful, small breasts.  Karen
could see the wine dark color of her tiny nipples where they poked against
the expensive fabric.

   Sara Beth had her short brunette hair swept back in an audacious style,
which accentuated her lovely face.  Glittering diamond earrings completed
the picture, along with the very expensive platinum brooch pinned to her
shoulder.  God, she was so beautiful, Karen thought.

   "I'm sorry, baby, I was miles away." Karen said.

   "Hmm?  Tell me.  I've been rambling on and on ...."

   "Oh," Karen hesitated.  "I just don't relish the thought of being
separated from you right now.  I, ...  I'm so happy lately.  If you go on
the tour, even just to the play-offs, part of me will go with you.  I ...
don't like the pain of that, actually."

   "Pooh!" snorted Sara Beth, she squared around in the booth and slid her
hand up under Karen's long tresses, caressing the nape of her neck.  The
touch sent thrills though Karen.  "You won't even know I'm gone.  You're
never around then, anyway.  That time of year you're always so busy with
final exams, and departmental politics.  Not to mention flying off to some
art conference, or consulting, or some crap."

   Karen pouted a little, feeling the tears start to well up.  She stared
down at her lap.  Sara Beth only spoke the truth.  Every semester Karen
entered an intense period of activity where she seemed to go on and on like
a juggernaut, lobbying for grants, overseeing publication of her latest
book, or advising some museum on restoration or acquisitions, that always
meant going away.

   "Ohh, snap out of it, Karen." Sara Beth said gently.  She brushed back
Karen's hair, grazing her fingers across her cheek.  "I don't mind, really
I don't.  We both have a lot to do, now, that's all.  It'll be fun. 
Besides, you'll want to come see me playing in the Championship, won't you?
We won't be apart more than weekends, otherwise!

   "C'me on!  We're supposed to be celebrating!  Smile!"

   "Yeah," Karen managed a weak smile.  "Maybe you're right." She drifted
off into another reverie, imagining Sara Beth in other poses, naked, women,
and men around her.  Strange, she thought.  Hardly ever did either one of
them worry about the intrusion of another man into their lives.  Suddenly
Karen found herself worried about some beautiful, wonderful prince charming
shattering her world.  Karen always knew that could be a threat to either
one of them, and yet it was not a big concern before now.  Both of them
went out, even occasionally spent the night with a man, if he was nice.  It
just seemed never to occur to them that a straight romance might disrupt
their lives....

   "Karen?" Sara Beth said gently.  She ran her fingers over Karen's dark
glossy lips, then held her chin, tilting her head up to look deeply into
those green eyes.  "I love you, Karen."

   "I love you, too," Karen sighed, feeling the tears again.  "I love you
so goddamn much, you big jock!"

   Sara Beth's hand returned to the nape of Karen's neck, pulling her face
close.  Sara Beth gave her a long, tender kiss, both of them savoring the
poignant sweetness of it.  Behind them there were suddenly loud voices at a
table in the raised, larger dining area.  Then laughter.

   Karen was aware of the rather public display of their "lesbian-ness."
Both she and Sara Beth realized that such a kiss, even in the dimly lit
booth of the restaurant, would risk some prejudicial outburst, even in this
enlightened University town.

   As the voices subsided, Sara Beth pulled back and smiled wickedly.  "And
don't worry about me tumbling for some big dick!" she teased.  Then her
smile widened as she saw she had guessed right about Karen's sudden mood.
"Hah, I read your mind!  Karen Perry, you're so fucking transparent!  You'd
be better off to worry about that dyke volleyball coach of mine, now if she
gives me an opportunity ...."

   Both the women broke up laughing.  Susan Bowman, the women's coach was
also known in their small lesbian-gay community to be straight arrow. 
Heavyset, but almost beautiful, and happily married to a college vice
president, she was Karen and Sara Beth's (and some other lesbian friends)
private joke.  They all thought she looked like the perfect dyke-queen, yet
Susan had absolutely no inkling of what was going on.

   The voices erupted once more, along with the louder protests of the
waitress.  Karen pulled back from Sara Beth and smoothed the dark red
fabric of her low-cut cocktail dress.  They really were a pair, she
realized.  Kind of any man's fantasy of two lipstick lesbians, beautiful,
unattainable.  Karen knew she was drop-dead beautiful tonight, the short
skirt of the sexy cocktail dress riding almost halfway up her thigh as she
sat in the booth.  Her own flowing brown hair was silky, shiny and brushed
back over her bare shoulder, revealing the long line of her gorgeous neck,
and the twinkling, shimmering flash of the ruby earrings that had been her
grandmother's.

   The waitress, flushed, hurried past their table, pausing just half a
second to drop off their check.

   "Anything wrong?" Sara Beth called to the back of the rapidly departing
waitress, with just a hint of conspiracy that only Karen picked up on.

   "No, no," lied the waitress, half turning back to them.  Karen suddenly
realized that the waitress was her young blonde student; the one who had
earlier that afternoon been so upset in her office.  "That table's just had
a little too much wine, is all."

   "Are you sure, Erin?" Karen asked.  "Don't cover for us."

   "No, really, Miz, ...uh, Professor Perry." the young blonde said more
confidently than she should have.  "I can handle it.  You guys finish your
dessert.  Take your time.  Want some more coffee?"

   "Sure." Sara Beth said.  Everything about the young waitress said that
she approved of Karen and Sara Beth.  Perhaps she was a "sister," herself.
Sara Beth smiled back brightly at Erin, noting her trim good looks, and the
provocative way the off-the-shoulder French peasant girl outfit accentuated
the waitress's body.

   "One of your students?" Sara Beth said with mock suspicion heavy in her
voice.

   "Yup." said Karen, very non-committally, pointedly leering in the
direction of the waitress station.  The women began laughing again.  There
were so many private jokes between the two of them.  The unspoken agreement
that Karen would no longer seduce or be seduced by any of her beautiful
students had long since been accepted by them both.  Soon after Sara Beth
had moved in she made it quite clear that she loved Karen enough not to
want any other woman traveling the same path to Karen's heart - and her bed
- that Sara Beth had traveled.

   They sipped their refilled coffee cups and relaxed into quiet whispers,
careful not to provoke any further outburst from the table full of men and
women behind them.

   "Tell them!" shouted an older man a few minutes later.  Karen saw Erin
standing flustered near the rowdy table.  The group was still full of
boisterous spirits, loud, but not really ugly.  "Tell them, goddamn it!"

   The fifty-ish, heavy set man playfully pushed something into Erin's hand
and then shooed her in the direction of their table.  Karen immediately
recognized the older man as Judge Harvey Grant, a very powerful political
figure in the legal community.  He occasionally, she remembered, taught
seminars at the University's law school.  The younger, handsomer version of
Judge Grant to his left must be his son, she guessed.  There were two
couples also present.  A dark-eyed girl of about nineteen hanging loosely
on a young man who looked like a jock.  The girl had the same coloring as
Judge Grant and his son, she noticed.  The other girl was about the same
age, voluptuous, very blonde and sitting demurely next to another tall
jock.

   Erin hesitated, but the Judge urged her more insistently; waving his
hand in the general direction of Karen and Sara Beth's table.  "Tell 'em!"

   Blushing, clearly upset, Erin walked slowly down the stairs to the lover
level where Karen ands Sara Beth sat.

   "Tell us what?" Karen asked coldly.

   "I'm sorry about this, professor." Erin said.  She had one hand stuffed
in her waitress apron.  "I'll ...  I'll go get the manager."

   "No, wait!" Both women yelled together.  "Tell us what?" Karen was
beginning to feel the anger flooding her body.

   "He, um, he said ...." Erin began, coming closer to the table.  She was
speaking in an embarrassed, angry-quiet voice.  "He said for me to tell you
he'd give a hundred dollars to see you ...  um, kiss each other like that
again."

   Erin shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.  Karen half rose in
her seat, furious, until Sara Beth grabbed her and pulled her back down
into the booth.

   "Is that the hundred dollars there?" Sara Beth nodded to Erin's fist,
balled up in the pocket of the waitress's apron.

   "Yeah." Erin said, almost whispering.

   "Give it to me." Sara Beth demanded.  Karen started to protest, but
again Sara Beth roughly grabbed her.  "Give it to me!"

   Erin pulled her hand out of her pocket, smoothed the crumpled up bill
and put it in Sara Beth's outstretched hand.

   Sara Beth stood up and pulled Karen up; both of them were standing in
the small space between the stairs and the table.  "The money for the check
is on the table," she said.  "Will you go get our coats?"

   Erin nodded silently and disappeared toward the coat room.

   Sara Beth stared levelly across the room to the Judge, meeting his gaze
with malevolence and haughty indignity.  "Come here." she said over her
shoulder to Karen.

   Karen stepped around Sara Beth and turned to face her lover.  She smiled
conspiratorially at Sara Beth and in her best vamp imitation molded her
skimpy velvet cocktail dress against the taller girl's body.  Half turning,
she leaned back in Sara Beth's arms and accepted the eager, hot kiss that
Sara gave her, gently writhing as she parted her lips, feeling Sara Beth's
tongue dart into her mouth.  They held the kiss for what seemed like a
minute.  Karen's heart pumped wildly, from the anger just below the
surface, from the thrill of their acting out in front of the whole
restaurant, and from the passion of Sara Beth's mouth on hers.  Then,
breathless, Karen let Sara Beth pull her upright so that they both stood
gazing into each other's eyes, then turned to stare insolently at Judge
Grant and his table full of guests.

   With perfect timing, Erin arrived with their coats.  After slipping them
on, Sara Beth held the hundred dollar bill between two fingers and waved it
over her head.  Then she turned to Erin and gently tugged her by one arm
until the startled waitress was in front of her with her back to Judge
Grant.  Sara Beth slid the bill down into Erin's blouse, sliding it under
her bra, gently moving her fingers until she felt the fat stub of Erin's
nipple brush against the tip of her fingers.  As she did this she bent and
kissed Erin softly, full on the lips.  She pulled her fingers from Erin's
bra, leaving the unfolded bill resting inside, against Erin's breast.

   "Come on, Professor Perry," Sara Beth said loudly.  "I'm going to the
goddamn playoffs!"

   They marched hand in hand sedately out of the restaurant, leaving a
smattering of applause behind them, some of it coming from Judge Grant's
table.  Erin stood rooted to the spot, still feeling the tingle of Sara
Beth's lips on hers, and the crackle of the crisp one hundred dollar bill
tucked against her boob as she watched them walk out .

   CHAPTER THREE

   Neither Sara Beth nor Karen wanted to go home, so they embarked on an
old fashioned "bar hop," hitting most of the popular University pubs, both
student dives and the more expensive lounges catering to the faculty.  At
nearly every one they saw someone they knew, and had a quick drink or two.
Sometimes Sara Beth would run into one of her volleyball team mates, dance
with one of their boyfriends, and then drag Karen to the next bar.  The
battle cry at each stop was "We're going to the goddamn play-offs!"

   At one faculty bar a couple who had been at the restaurant saw Karen and
bought the two of them drinks, inviting them to their table, away from the
noisy band.  The theme of the conversation quickly turned to how nice it
was to be openly gay, and how much it really was okay and didn't matter
what your sexual proclivities were, in you own private homes, and surely
they were all open minded and wasn't it wonderful how the two women had
handled the scene in the restaurant.  They were so "with it" and
politically correct that Karen was almost sick before Sara Beth made a
quick excuse and got Karen out of there.  By now they were both pretty
intoxicated and drove cautiously home, instead of stopping for one last
nightcap at the lesbian bar they usually ended up in.

   Karen sat on the edge of the bed and combed out her long hair, cussing
drunkenly as she untangled the knots in her long tresses.  Sara Beth
drifted in and out of focus as the effects of their liquor intake became
apparent.  The tan brunette stretched out on the king-sized bed and
groaned, hoping the room would stop spinning.  After a while Karen noticed
that Sara Beth was now naked and curled up under the sheets, blinking back
sleep as she watched the brush slide through Karen's silky hair.

   {While Karen gets ready for bed, it's a good time to remind you that if
you received this story anywhere but from the ASSTR website, it has been
stolen.  Such thievery hurts your ability to get more stories, and my
ability to post more.  Please report this theft to me at sylvarrh at
earthlink dot net or to the ASSTR administrators, I'll send you a quick
flash story in appreciation.  Now let's see if Sara Beth wants to play some
more ...}

   Sara Beth threw back the covers and patted the bed beside her.  "Come to
bed." she slurred.

   Karen shrugged out of her robe and slid heavily into bed, only mildly
aware of the sexy look on Sara Beth's face as the younger woman stared at
Karen's naked body.  Her eyes traveled to Karen's perfect, rounded breasts,
her nearly-flat smooth tummy, and the thick brown triangle of hair over her
mons.

   "Covers!" cried Karen shivering.  "Cold!" Sara Beth tossed the covers
over them and snuggled up tight against Karen.  They were both a little too
drunk to be seriously sexy, she realized.  Even so, the feel of Karen's
thick, stiffening nipple against her cheek made the volleyball player wet
between her legs.  She moved up even with Karen and felt the professor wrap
her arms lethargically around her.

   "Kiss me." Sara Beth sighed.  "Kiss me like you did tonight in the
restaurant."

   "Whish time?" Karen asked weakly.  The room was spinning.

   "You know." squeaked Sara Beth, nuzzling Karen's perfumed neck.

   Karen rolled over a little on top of Sara Beth and found her mouth with
her lips.  The overly-sweet taste of the liquor, Sara Beth's smeared
lipstick, and the honeyed taste of her mouth aroused Karen a little and
they held a long, probing french kiss.  Sara Beth's hands found her
breasts. Their room was spinning faster now.  Yet, almost by reflex both of
them reached down to find the hidden wetness of the other.

   "I liked kissing in front of all those people," Sara Beth admitted,
gently massaging Karen's crotch.  "It was some kind of sexy, exciting fun."

   "Really?" Karen asked sleepily, rolling over instead of continuing their
sexy foreplay.

   "I don't know," Sara Beth sighed.  She moved around until she was
pressed up against the lovely naked professor, doing 'spoons.' "I think so.
Sometimes I think it would be fun to fuck you in front of a whole audience.
Get applause for making you climax!" she giggled, then the room spun again
and she felt queasy.

   "Y'r crazy." Karen mumbled, nearly asleep.

   "Would you?" Sara Beth asked.  "Would you do it?"

   "Do what?"

   "Do it in front of a room full of people?  Would you?"

   "Again?" Karen teased.  "Fuck naked in front of a crowd ...  again?"

   "What?" Sara Beth sat up, shocked.  "You did it before?" But suddenly
the room was spinning too fast and she felt urgently nauseous.

   "Stupid cow.  I'se kidding..." Karen groaned, pulling a pillow over her
head.  "Turn out the light."

   "Unnnn, gawd!" Sara Beth cried and ran desperately to the bathroom. 
Karen could hear her throwing up.  Then a long series of groans, then
running water, followed by more throw ups.  Karen cursed some more, just
about ready to crawl out of bed and go check on Sara Beth.  The goddamn
light was still on, too.  Finally Sara Beth staggered back to the bed,
snapping off the light.  When she crawled under the covers and snuggled
back up against Karen, her breath smelled of mouthwash.

   "Stupid cow." Karen said, burying her head in the pillow.

   "Would you, though?" Sara Beth insisted.  She rolled on top of Karen and
began kissing her breasts.

   "Would you?" the professor returned.

   Karen didn't get an answer, however.  Sara Beth had started a long, slow
tantalizing series of kisses down Karen's torso.  Before long the only
thing Karen could focus on was the wonderful way Sara Beth's lips fitted
against her, down there.

   CHAPTER FOUR

   "You can see the passion with which Corolette approached his work at
this phase in his lifetime," Karen continued.  " ...  in the still lifes
... here." Karen paused, clicking through the slides projected up on the
lecture hall's screen, allowing enough time for the students to both
observe the painting, and to take notes.

   "It seems that he expressed the passions of his life, art, his many
mistresses, his battles with the art world ...." Karen said.  She had done
this lecture so many times she didn't even have to look down at the old
spiral notebook sitting next to the projector, barely illuminated in the
darkened lecture hall.  "nothing ever seemed to fulfill the sense of
longing he felt, ...continually."

   Karen was aware of the dark eyes.  As she continued through the slide
series, she knew that even in the dimly lit hall, the dark young man was
watching her, not the screen.  She thought: Why did she have to pick this
lecture, this artist, to suddenly become sensitive to that heated stare? 
Her lecture notes on Corolette were full of the words "passion", and
"longing" and "desire." It distracted her.  Each time she said spoke those
words she felt targeted by the quiet, smoldering passion of the young man
across the lecture hall.  It distracted her so much that she lost her place
and eventually did have to look down at her lecture notes to find where she
was.  Not that the students noticed much, she knew, most of them couldn't
care less.

   Karen tried to concentrate on the lecture again, avoiding looking
towards the muscular young man, yet their eyes locked from time to time. 
Soon Karen felt herself losing her normally cool control; she became not
Professor Perry, instead just a desirable woman attracting the heated stare
of a very virile young man.  It was exciting, but it was unnerving.  By the
time the lecture was over, Karen didn't even remember what words she had
used to summarize.  She was sure she had stammered, maybe even forgotten to
open up the lecture for questions.  She didn't know.  As soon as she got to
the end of the slides, she hurriedly dismissed the class and headed for the
doorway, flipping the lecture hall lights on as she left.  She almost ran
to her office, closing the door a little harder than she intended.  Now she
sat in her book-lined office and tried to catch her breath.  Why was she
reacting so strongly to that sexual tension, today?

   Immediately Karen knew the reason.  Sex had gotten all out of proportion
between her and Sara Beth over the weekend.  After Friday night's
restaurant scene, she and the beautiful volleyball player had found
themselves remaining in bed, fondling - and fucking - for almost all of
Saturday and Sunday.  It was crazy!  It was as if something had compelled
them to open up to any new and kinky idea they could imagine.  Sara Beth
had been eager, matching Karen's own need to explore, try new things, and
most of all push back the confining boundaries they might have fallen into
if they had chosen to remain complacent, "normal" lovers.  Sara Beth had
overwhelmed Karen with her own passion, her own ...  desire.

   Each time they had fallen back exhausted upon the bed, temporarily
satiated, they vacillated between getting up and doing the routine
household chores, going out, or just laying in bed and talking.  Among the
discussions about the upcoming championship, or Karen's art projects, the
conversation always drifted back to the single new, forbidden topic;
"exhibitionist" sex.  Sara Beth, and eventually Karen too, skirted the
issue, bringing it up obliquely, never actually coming to grips with the
real question that subconsciously both of them were asking themselves. 
Could they "do it" in front of others, would they?  Neither of them knew
the answer, or even why it was suddenly a question, at all.  The idea just
seemed to excite them.

   At times over the weekend Karen felt as if one or the other of them was
actually rehearsing!  Sara Beth would move, and as if scripted, Karen would
assist in some new position or kinky way, to show off their bodies to the
best advantage of some imaginary audience.  At one point they even moved a
big mirror from the hallway into the bedroom, so they could see what they
looked like.  Naked, almost obscenely alluring, they watched themselves
perform what would be called by the straight world some very perverted
acts!

   They had been so sexy over the weekend that by Monday morning Karen was
teasing that she had to go to the University, just to get a rest from Sara
Beth's appetites!  It was almost true, Karen thought now, watching the
afternoon sunlight filter in through her office window, shaded by the big
trees outside the art building.  But Karen's appetites had been just as
lusty.  As Karen sat back in the chair behind her desk she gently closed
her eyes, replaying her memories of the weekend, Sara Beth's long legs
wrapped around her, the exquisite taste of her partner, they way she cried
out in orgasm ....

   All of a sudden Karen was wet between her thighs, and thinking about
slipping her hand down under her skirt, just for a minute.  She was so lost
in sexual imagination that she didn't focus on the knocking on her office
door for several moments.

   Coming back to reality, Karen called "Come in." She smoothed the silk
print wrap-around skirt across her knees, and adjusted the pale peach
designer shirt blouse.  The knocking persisted.

   Slightly irritated, Karen rose and walked to the door, opening it
quickly, in preparation to snap at whoever kept up the insistent knocking.

   "Oh!" she cried, stepping back away from the open door.

   It was him, the dark one.  The young man must have followed her straight
from art class.  Karen stared back into his black, hungry eyes as he
stepped into the little alcove that was the entrance to her office and
leaned back against the door, closing it solidly.

   Robert.  She remembered.  Robert ...  something Spanish.  Part of her
was sorting through the rational, reasonable list of names, grades and
assignments a professor carried in her brain; while the rest of her stood
still, close to the muscular young man.  They waited.  Karen felt her heart
beat in excitement as the curve of sexual tension climbed up the scale. 
She started to ask "What do you want?" Yet, she knew, she knew.  She had
known since last Friday as she got on the elevator.

   The young man leaned insolently back against the door, the metal brads
of his leather bomber jacket scuffing against the surface.  He looked so
compelled, driven, much as the passionate characters in the Corolette
paintings they had just seen, Karen realized.  Robert gazed into her eyes,
and then reached out, gently grasping her arm and urging her closer.

   It was crazy, Karen told herself!  She stood inches from him, feeling
the pent-up, powerful energy radiating from this muscular, medium-built
young man.  His hand seemed to tremble as he first squeezed her arm, then
withdrew.  He stood in front of her, saying nothing.  Waiting.  He seemed
not to know what to do; puzzled, expectant.  Suddenly Karen knew he was
waiting for her.  No, not for her, ...  for her permission.  A small rueful
smile crept to her lips, even as her eyes widened in wonder at her own
movement.  In a second she tilted her face to his and moved against him. 
She began a slow, warm, even little kiss against his surprisingly soft
lips.

   It was all Robert needed.  His arms came around her, encircling Karen
and drawing her close in a tight embrace.  His left hand slid down over her
hip, cupping her butt through the silky material of the skirt.  She wasn't
even surprised at this audacity, just pleasantly relieved.  No games, she
realized.  As she parted her lips, accepting his warm, probing tongue into
her mouth, she felt herself pulled by his hand, until her mons pressed hard
against his crotch.

   "My god," she thought.  "He's hard already!  He was hard when he came
here!"

   Softly she sighed at the feel of the bulging firmness pressing against
her.  She returned the french kiss, both of them now breathing faster,
harshly as they devoured each other.  Karen formed some words like longing
and surrender in her brain, and found them unnecessary.  She molded herself
to the young man, and let what was happening just happen.

   Robert reached between them with his other hand and roughly tugged at
the edge of Karen's collar.  The buttons seemed to slip loose easily. 
Kissing her neck, Robert slid his hand inside and covered her breast,
squeezing it lovingly through the lacy, thin white material of her bra cup.


   Moaning softly, Karen slid her arms around the young man's waist,
pulling him closer, if that was possible, as she ground her crotch against
the long lump inside his jeans.  She arched her back, looking up at the
transom over the door, hearing the normal bustle of students passing in the
hallway outside.  Robert's palm pressed flatly against her nipple, causing
it to spark energy into her body, driving her wild.  His lips kissed down
her neck.

   "Ohhhhh," she whispered, kissing his hair as his mouth descended to her
chest.  Quickly she tugged at the bottom of her blouse, pulling the ends
out of her skirt waist, opening her blouse to him.  Then she guided his
hands to the underside of her bra cups, so that his fingers slid up under
the edge of the fabric, exposing the soft flesh of the underside of her
breasts.  Instead of searching for the clasp of her bra, he roughly pushed
his hands against her bra cups, scuffing them away from her breasts so that
the lacy material rode loosely over the tops of her breasts as they spilled
heavily out.

   Raising his face to kiss her, Robert didn't even look down at the naked
beauty of her boobs.  Instead he hefted their weight in each of his palms,
as if erotically balancing each smooth, rounded globe against the other. 
Karen's breasts were full, and sagged slightly, not because they weren't
firm - they were - but because they were heavy.  She moaned into his open
mouth as Robert's thumbs moved gently back and forth over her erect, aching
nipples.  She pressed harder and harder against him.

   Tearing his mouth from hers, the young man dipped his head, licking and
kissing at her hard, throbbing nipples.  Karen hissed, moving one hand
though his silky black hair, pulling his face this way and that as she fed
her breasts to his slurping mouth, each one in turn.  With her other hand
she rubbed across the bulging lump at his crotch, aware of the power she
would have over Robert, now.  Cautiously she reached to his waist,
searching for his belt, or his zipper, whatever.

   Breathing hard, Robert kissed back up Karen's fine, slender neck, and
delicately kissed at her ear.

   "...want you." he whispered, urgently.  "Want you!"

   "Yes," Karen smiled, whispering quietly back.  "...of course!"

   She lifted the tab on his zipper and frantically tugged on it as his
mouth went back to her neck.  The zipper rasped, caught, then slid down. 
In a second Karen's hand curled around the hot, dry hardness inside and
pulled his cock out.  A drop of warm wet precum painted her wrist as she
tugged.

   Robert moaned softly, going crazy at the sweet sensation of her
fingernail on the soft tip of flesh at the end of his cock.  Slowly, french
kissing her, gripping her soft, hot tits, he turned them both around until
Karen's ass pressed back against the door and Robert's full weight was
pressing against her body.  Karen let herself slide into a corner of the
alcove between the door and one of the bookcases, insistently massaging up
and down Robert's cock as it stabbed against her thigh through the skirt.

   Robert's hands slid down to her hips, gripping the silk, bunching it in
his fingers, pulling her skirt up, then grabbing another wad of cloth and
pulling it higher, working the suddenly-too-long-skirt up until it was high
on Karen's thighs.  Fumbling, his fingers were tangled in the silky
material.

   "Ohh!" Karen sighed in frustration.  With her free hand she pulled at
the skirt, lifting the hem, helping his hands slide under.  She dropped the
skirt back over his hands and lifted her arm to his neck, gently tugging
his head to her, kissing him fiercely now as her other hand played along
the taut flesh of his penis.  She breathed rapidly in expectation as Robert
flattened his palm against her mons.  The knot holding the wraparound skirt
finally let go, and the silky material slid away from her body.  She
wriggled a little against the bookcase, spreading her legs wider so that
his gentle hand slid down the silky panel of her panty hose and cupped her
pouting, swelling vulva.

   "Mmmmmm," she moaned.  Her heart was beating so fast!

   Robert's hand caressed all over the silky, stretchy, slightly abrasive
fabric of her panty hose, searching, tugging, trying futilely to pull them
down.  Karen pulled her mouth away from his, and smiled into the hot dark
eyes, so close to her.  Once again she reached down, guiding his hand up,
showing him where the waistband of the panty hose hid.  Then she hooked her
fingers under the elastic band on the other side and, fumbling, tugged in
alternate movements as Robert worked them down off of her butt.  Her
panties went down with them until the hose and the soft white cotton of her
briefs were stretched in a tight band across her thighs.  Robert's hand
caressed her damp labia, then his finger slid back and forth at the wet
slit where her inner lips blossomed butterfly-like in between her legs. 
Karen's body screamed in anticipation.

   Robert slid his knee between her legs, bending, forcing her panties down
to her calves, then he bent down and ripped one leg of them off of her, so
that she was open, splaying her legs wide.  Now she was naked down there,
exposed.  His warm cock grazed gently back and forth against her pubic hair
as she manipulated his stiff phallus.

   Kissing her, Robert began lifting her up, supporting her thighs.

   "Mmmm, ....the couch!" she rasped, desperately, already his hands were
under her thighs, supporting her weight as he lifted, pressing her back
into the corner of the alcove.

   Robert only shook his head.  With frightening, surprising strength he
lifted her up off the floor, spreading her legs on either side of him as he
slid his body between her thighs.  Karen felt his hands support her under
her ass as his torso pressed tightly against her naked breasts.  The cold
metal brads of the leather jacket tantalized her flesh.  The buttons of his
shirt dug into her tits.

   Wedged against the wall, held up by Robert, Karen deftly guided his cock
to her center.  Her cunt was wet; and slightly open as a consequence of her
outspread legs.  Her distended labia enveloped the thick knot at the tip of
his cock, and he slid deep into her.

   "AwGawd." she groaned, then wrapped her legs around his hips, and her
arms over his shoulders, kissing him passionately as he bounced her weight
forward onto him and pushed his cock in as far as it would go.  Karen
arched her back, swaying away from him a little so that once more she could
feed her needy tits to his kisses, all the while marveling at the wonderful
feel of his hardness pushed up into her.

   Thrusting, riding, fucking, Karen mewed, whimpering pitiful little
whines as Robert assaulted her cunt.  Each stinging thrust inside her
mounted in rhythmic urgency, until he, too, was making little sighing
sounds of pleasure.  Involuntarily, Karen's inner walls clenched around him
and she slid tightly back and forth in counter-rhythm to his strokes.

   Suddenly they were staring intensely at each other, reading the dark,
secret joy as the longing between them was fulfilled.  Robert watched the
professor's tense, sensual expression soften as pleasure flooded her body.
Karen saw the determined, almost desperate lust in Robert's eyes melt
slowly minute by minute as he fucked into her.  His face was incredibly
beautiful to her that moment as she brought her mouth down once more on
his, kissing those soft soft lips, probing between those feral white teeth,
shivering as she felt the heated explosion go off inside of her.

   Robert went rigid, trembling and moaning as he thrust deep into Karen
and held himself there, savoring the spit-wet taste of her mouth as he
came. Karen spasmed, and came, too, folding over onto Robert as he held her
against the wall, throbbing into her.  Perfect!

   For several long, sweet moments they remained motionless, locked
together, the only sound the heavy panting of their breath, and a soft
mewing coo from Karen as secondary orgasmic waves washed through her
stomach.  The sunlight painted Corolette's leaf-shaped shadows on her naked
skin as it streamed in the window.

   She sighed at the loss, when he finally softened and slipped slowly out
of her, leaving the wetness to seep out and down her thighs.  Her legs
slowly drooped down off his hips until her feet were once more on the
floor. Locked in another french kiss, she slid her damp pubic hair back and
forth against his half-hard cock, teasing and playing with her silent
lover.

   A forlorn, hopeless look - something like love - crept over his face. 
Backing away, Robert zipped up, pressed his lips on her cheek as he pushed
Karen gently away from the door and around against the inner bookcases so
that she could not be seen from the hallway.  He cracked open the door and
slipped out of her office.  He was gone.  The feel of him was still inside
of her.

   Gasping, heartbeat finally slowing, Karen stumbled across the carpet,
picking up her skirt, smoothing down her blouse once more, searching by the
end of the couch to find where her shoes had landed when she had kicked
them off.  She stripped off the other leg of her pantyhose, it was still
clinging to her foot.  She wadded up the panty hose, and her damp cotton
briefs until they were a tight little ball in her hand.  Standing at the
window half naked, she squeezed until her hand trembled, seeing flashes of
memory already flowing through her mind.  Tears welled up.  She didn't know
whether they were from sexual release, frustration at yet again randomly
fucking a beautiful student when she had promised Sara Beth not to, or
whether it was at the sad perfection of the sweet act they had just done
together.

   She felt Robert's wetness between her legs as she slumped into the chair
behind her desk.  And she felt her heart race as bit by bit the sensations
of the last few minutes replayed themselves in her head.  She eased the
skirt back around the cooling center of her body.  He had gone so quickly,
that only the sticky feel on the inner flesh of her thighs proved that he
had actually done her.  The hot tears ran into a tissue she held to her
eyes.  Karen sat tilting her head side to side as the emotion cooled. 
While she awkwardly tugged the bra back over her tender breasts, and began
to button the last buttons on her blouse, the office door opened again.

   "Ms.  Perry, ...er Professor Perry?" said Judge Grant, slowly gliding
his bulk into the alcove where she and Robert had just been together.  "May
I speak with you a moment?"

   "Not now!  I can't talk to you now." Karen managed to snap out. 
"Please, ...  go away!"

   Karen spun in the high-backed chair so that the Judge couldn't see the
gap in her blouse as she did up the last two buttons.  She squeezed her
eyes shut, forcing the last tears down her cheek.  In a moment she heard
the door once again click shut.

   Sighing, she stared out the office window and tried to decide whether to
unfold the wrinkled ball of panties and hosiery, or simply stuff the mess
into the bottom of her purse.  She watched the sunlight once again play
Corolette's complicated leaf-patterns over her silken skirt.

   CHAPTER FIVE

   The week became a grind for Professor Perry, much like the weeks before;
nothing happened, everything remained in the same now-familiar state of
tension.  Karen had this sense of isolation, of great changes taking place
in her life, and all around her, and she had no control over it.  She found
it hard to put her finger on exactly what was wrong.  She just knew
something was missing.

   Naturally, Karen avoided saying anything to Sara Beth about her quick,
passionate encounter with Robert.  Neither did she bring up anything
further about the last weekend, or their toying with the short-lived
fascination about exhibitionistic sex.  It was as if both of them decided
to file that particular fantasy away.  Each night Sara Beth came home tired
from her newly intensified athletic practice, barely managing to eat before
crashing exhausted into bed.  Karen found plenty to do on her new book. 
She managed even not to be hurt that Robert hadn't shown up for class since
their lovely sex together.

   On Thursday Karen left her office a little early, intending to carry yet
another of the useless bureaucratic forms to Administration.  There was
always some little survey, or academic report that they needed by
yesterday, Karen mused.  She gathered up the papers, stuffed them in a
manila envelope and went down the back stairs of the Art building, cutting
across the campus toward the old brick and glass administration building.
Her worries about Sara Beth, and the sharp pain of perhaps missing another
encounter with Robert softened as she enjoyed a sunlit walk along the
tree-lined sidewalk across campus.  There was just enough chill in the air
to remind her that it was Fall.  It was natural for her to begin to compare
the autumn light coming through the trees with the impressionist landscapes
she loved, and that she intended to lecture on tomorrow.

   "Hello?  Professor Perry?" came a voice from behind her.

   Slowing Karen turned to see a tall, handsome man in a gray suit catch up
with her.  It took Karen a second to recognize where she had seen him
before.  It was Judge Grant's son, she remembered.  The last time she had
seen him was at the restaurant.  Karen pursed her lips and turned away,
walking just a shade faster.

   "Please, Professor," said the man, settling into a fast stride right
next to her on the sidewalk.  "I only want to apologize!"

   "Apologize for what?" Karen said stiffly.  She kept her eyes straight
ahead, nodding to one of her students as he stepped around them off the
sidewalk.  "I'm sure there is nothing you need apologize for."

   A firm hand gently gripped her shoulder and slowed her.  Karen found
herself stopping and turning to the blond man.  Putting on her most
imperious expression she stared down at his hand on her shoulder and then
back into his ice-blue eyes.  Quickly Grant removed his hand from her
shoulder.

   "My father thinks there is an apology due you," he said.  He broke into
a crooked, ingratiating smile.  "I'm Don Grant ..."

   "I know."

   "And my father is Harvey Grant," he said.  "He's often on the campus,
teaching seminars.  I'm substituting for him today.  We know what you must
think of our behavior the other evening, but I assure you ..."

   "I know who you are, Mr.  Grant, and I know who your father is.  I'm not
impressed, " Karen said coldly.  She turned and resumed her fast pace
toward the Administration building.  "You have nothing to say to me."

   "Look," said Grant, resuming his stride alongside of her.  He didn't
find it hard at all to keep up.  "my father even came to your office the
other day, and you threw him out.  He just wanted to say it was all a
mistake.  He feels very bad about this.  Can't you at least listen?

   Karen slowed imperceptibly, and nodded her head, indicating that she
might allow Grant maybe ten seconds.

   "What you did was, ...  was beautiful," Grant began.  "The gesture, that
kiss between you and your, er ...

   "Ms.  Tuchman."

   "Is that her name?" he asked.  "Well, anyway.  We had simply commented
on how lovely you both looked, and my dad seemed enchanted with you both.
He just mentioned that he would pay a hundred dollars to see you do that
again.  Not because ...  not for any, um, prurient reason.  Really.  It was
just a ...  a pretty sight.  Believe me, that's all!  He was a little tight
from the wine, or he would have never said that to the waitress."

   "I'm sure." Karen said haughtily.

   "Please," said Grant.  "Stop a second."

   Karen relented, stopping right in the middle of the quadrangle where the
sidewalks all merged near the large fountain.  She looked up again into
Grant's eyes as if to say "Well?"

   "We both want to make it up to you." Grant continued.  "My father
suggests that you and Ms.  Tuchman? ...  Ms.  Tuchman join us at our
townhouse tomorrow night for dinner.  It's the least we could do; you could
at least ...."

   "At least what?  At least give a private showing, ...  a command
performance?" Karen snapped.  From somewhere inside her the anger she had
been nursing since the scene in the restaurant came flooding out.  "See the
lesbians up close?

   "No, thank you." she said icily.  "Don't worry about being "forgiven,"
either.  I'm sure your actions weren't deliberate.  I'm sure neither you
nor your father actually understood how or why you were so offensive.  You
probably don't even understand what was offensive in what you just said! 
Tell you father thanks, but no thanks."

   Karen spun on her heel and started around the fountain.  Halfway, she
glanced back, seeing Grant shaking his head in frustration.  Clearly
neither of the Grants were used to not getting their way.  His wide
shoulders slumped as he watched her.

   "Oh, shit." Karen said to herself.  She was a sucker for that puppy dog
look on anybody.  She had let him have it with both barrels.  Maybe a
little too hard.

   "Look," she said, walking back up to Grant.  "You probably mean well. 
It's hard to tell with anyone these days.  Sara Beth and I, well, we're not
even overly sensitive when people treat us like freaks.  But, I mean come
on, this is the nineties, after all.  You just have to do better than that!
Tell your father it's okay, we won't make any issue about it, do something
'political' or anything.  Just forget it.  Get someone to explain it to you
both, alright?""

   "My father was really enchanted with the two of you," Grant said
earnestly.  "He'll be disappointed.  He just thought you looked so
beautiful, that's all."

   "And you?" Karen said, testing.  "what did you think?"

   "I thought how much I'd like to be kissing you." Grant said, smiling
again.

   "Me," Karen said evenly, "or Sara Beth?"

   "Both."

   "Okaayyy ..." Karen strung it out.  She had given him just enough rope.
"Are you walking toward the administration building?"

   "Sure!" Grant said, looking hopefully.  Perhaps she would accept his
apology after all.

   "Then you won't mind turning this in to the Bursar's office for me, will
you?" Karen thrust the manila envelope into his hands and turned away,
heading briskly for the parking lot.

   "Tell the Judge to forget it!" she called over her shoulder.

   *****

   "I saw Judge Grant's son today," Karen said.  She looked across the
dining room table as Sara Beth finished the salad in front of her.  "You
know.  The assholes from the restaurant?"

   "Oh?" Sara Beth said.  She watched Karen turn the page of a large art
book propped up to one side of her plate.  "What did they say?"

   "He said they were sorry," Karen said sarcastically.  "They wanted us to
come over to their townhouse for dinner tomorrow night."

   "Can't, got a date with the team ..." Sara Beth said, matter-of-factly

   "Oh, I told them we weren't interested." said Karen.  "I kind of told
him off.  Well, ...  he made me angry!"

   "Okay," Sara Beth said.  She forked more salad into her mouth.  "Too
bad, though.  It might have been fun."

   "Fun?" cried Karen, looking up from the book, "Listening to some
political fatcats slobbering some P.C.  crap about gay lifestyles while
they looked at our tits? ...  and wondered how we ..."

   "Okay, Okay, Karen," Sara Beth protested, "All I meant was it might have
been sort of fun to, ...  I don't know, to be there, ...  in front of them
again."

   "Honestly, Sara Beth, you really confuse me sometimes!" Karen continued.
"Creeps like that make it so hard to be ...  free, and you want to
encourage them!"

   Sara Beth knew enough to duck her head and finish her salad as Professor
Perry continued her lecture.  After a minute Sara Beth got up and brought
in the rest of the dinner from the kitchen.

   Later that night Sara Beth stood naked in front of the long mirror, now
discretely placed in a corner of the large bedroom.  As Karen came out of
the shower she watched the slim, beautiful athlete trying out provocative,
naughty poses in front of the mirror.

   "I just wonder what it would have been like, though," Sara Beth said to
Karen's reflection.  She cupped her conical breasts, showing them off in
the subdued light.

   "What?" Karen asked.  "What what would have been like?"

   "You know," Sara Beth mused, "being in front of them all, again.  Might
have been fun!"

   Karen realized that Sara Beth had repeated that same phrase she had used
over dinner.  "You're not serious.  You'd have to be kidding!"

   "Maybe," Sara Beth said, she assumed a centerfold pose in front of the
mirror, trying it just for fun.  "I said I would like to do you in front of
an audience.  Kinky!"

   "You're not going to let this go, are you?" Karen said, she found her
voice half alarmed, half excited.

   "Oh, I don't know," Sara Beth said absently, turning sideways in the
mirror.  "Might have been fun." she repeated.  "Don't worry about it."

   Karen shook her head in amazement at them both.  Suddenly, staring at
Sara Beth's lithe body, a plan had jumped into her head, fully formed.  She
realized she had probably been thinking it up all week.  "You're crazy!

   "I'm crazy ....!"Karen groaned to herself.  Sara Beth smiled wickedly as
she watched Karen walk across the room, tightening the bath towel around
her as she reached for the telephone.

   The next thing Karen knew she was dialing information, and then the
number she was given.  Sara Beth watched expectantly.

   "Judge Grant?" Karen began.  "Karen Perry ...  yes, you too, thank you.
I'm sorry about the other day in my office.  I, ...I guess I was a little
hard on you. ...your son, Don, too, ...well no, we can't; but I thought you
and some guests might like to come up to our cabin for part of the weekend.
...Saturday."

   Sara Beth rolled her eyes in mock shock, then grinned as she listened to
Karen's smooth invitation.

   "Oh yes, bring anyone you want.  It's a large cabin, plenty of bedrooms
to stay overnight; it's the Tuchman's actually.  Sara Beth and I get the
use of it any time we want.  The fall leaves are just turning.  It will be
beautiful there.  We thought we could start over, ...  get to know you
better. ...  No, no, don't apologize again.  It's okay.  Will you come?
.... great!  I'll let Sara Beth tell you how to get there."

   As if to tell Sara Beth she had to be an accomplice, too, Karen tossed
the cordless phone across the room to her.  She caught it and began giving
instructions to Judge Grant.  Karen collapsed in amazement on the small
love seat.  She couldn't believe what she had just done.

   "What have you started?" Karen said as Sara Beth hung up.

   "You started it!" Sara Beth cried in mock anger.  They both began
giggling in a kind of embarrassed expectation, like two teenage girls
hatching a plot.  That was close to the truth, Karen thought.

   "What's going to happen?" Karen thought aloud, crawling into bed.. 
"What are we doing?  What are we doing this for, Sara Beth?"

   "What are we doing!  What's going to happen ....!" Sara Beth parroted
sarcastically.  She slid in next to Karen.  Gently she kissed the brunette
professor.  "Might be fun."



   CHAPTER SIX

   The sense of something missing began to dissipate for Karen.  All of a
sudden it was as if an exciting adventure stretched out before her and Sara
Beth.  Friday dragged, as always, yet now it was not from the boring
academic grind, but from the anticipation of nasty, perverted thrills Karen
allowed to wander through her mind as she thought about what she might do,
naked in front of a roomful of people.  About what they might do, watching
her.

   Even though she had no real assurance in her mind that either she or
Sara Beth would actually do anything near the exhibitionist fantasies they
had imagined, Karen knew something provocative was going to happen up at
the cabin tomorrow night.  Maybe they would just have a row with the Judge
and his group, or maybe they would show them that being the way she and
Sara Beth were was not all that different.  Karen didn't know.  But
something was going to happen.  And whatever that something was, the
thought of it was enough to temporarily erase the sense of a missing part
in her life.

   Even boredom left as she glided through a Friday afternoon faculty
cocktail party.  She drank a little more than usual, was more charming than
usual to several professors she didn't much like, and she was more sexy
than usual, showing off in a black sequined skirt and burgundy blouse that
should have been worn at a much later hour.  All of it banished her
boredom. Karen allowed the secret fantasies she had so recently discovered
to take over her inner thoughts, as she passed from group to group at the
cocktail gathering.  She imagined herself nude.  She imagined others ....
grasping, groping, watching.  She had a good time, laughed at stale jokes,
and drank a little too much champagne.

   Then Karen was home.  She smelled of booze and cigarette smoke, and the
perfume of several blue-haired women who had hugged her as she left.  Sara
Beth was out, she remembered.  Off to a Friday night pub crawl with the
team.  Karen sighed, and tossed her purse and jacket on the couch, then
trudged up the stairs toward the bedroom, intending to take a shower.  As
she kicked her shoes off by the love seat, she stared over at the mirror,
memory flashing of Sara Beth naked in front of it.  She felt a twinge below
her stomach, a slow ache.  She rubbed the sequined skirt there, shifting
back a little on the love seat.  On one wall of the bedroom was a favorite
painting of hers, a valuable copy of an old master, full of Sabine women,
centaurs, satyrs, tangled limbs and bodies.

   "Group sex." Karen laughed to herself.  All at once flashes of her
fantasies returned, full of naked and half-naked men and women, watching
her.  Cocks, breasts, hairy pubic muffs, ...  hands groping, mouths
touching.

   Karen felt a little twinge, wetness along the inside of her panties.  As
she drifted in her slow fantasy, slyly she reached up, pulling the deep-cut
blouse away from her breast.  She slid her hand inside, up under her skimpy
bra, tweaking the hard point she found.  For a long minute, she was content
fondling the sweet hardness of her nipples, opening her blouse, shrugging
it off.  Her bra fell with it, as she unhooked the clasp behind. 
Remembering Robert, she balanced her heavy breasts in her hands, then
rolled the turgid buds back and forth over the balls of her thumbs.

   Karen popped loose the side catch on her skirt, then slid her hand down
between her panty hose and the bikini briefs under them.  Her fingers
bunched the silky, elasticized top of the panties, tugging them upward so
that the fabric became taut, hard and rough.  The silky cloth wrinkled,
creased, and molded along the trench between her legs, pressing against
her.

   Karen tugged harder, pulling up, feeling the material bite into the damp
slit in her crotch.  She sucked cool air across the edge of her teeth in a
hissing little "sssssss." It felt good, so good that almost involuntarily
she arched against the silken panel of the briefs, straining and bearing
down against the tension she felt pull up into her, pressing the hooded
little knot of flesh, erect, hot inside her panties.

   "oooooo," she called, then a short little gasp came again as she tugged
harder.  Turning, Karen saw herself in the angled mirror.  Naked from the
waist up, skirt askew, points of light flashing from the sequins, she
confirmed that she was beautiful.  Karen shook back her hair, then spread
it provocatively over her naked breasts, letting the dark pink nipples poke
through.  She watched herself as she stood, seeing the sequined garment
fall to the floor as she approached the mirror.

   Karen stood in front of the big glass mirror, watching her expression as
her hands toyed with her body.  Her full, heavy breasts moved enticingly as
she petted and caressed them.  She watched how her tense, entangled fingers
bunched up the black silk of her bikini briefs.  Inside the brown nylon
screen of the pantyhose, the crotch panel became a twisted thick string
tightly rising through the brown curls of her pubic triangle.

   Smiling, then pouting, Karen watched the different phases of her
arousal, the coloring of her body, her nipples, her eyes.  She tried on
expression after expression, even as her hips undulated slowly in front of
the mirror, responding to the straining way she beared down against her
taut panties.  Although there wasn't much left to strip, she enjoyed
watching the little strip show she treated herself to as she rolled down
the tops of her pantyhose, rolling them lower and lower.  Then there was a
thick dark horizontal rope down across her thighs where the tight roll of
the pantyhose stopped.  Reluctantly, Karen let go of the tension on her
panties, and allowed herself to peel them down, too, away from her crotch,
exposing the brown pelt over her mons an inch at a time.

   Slowly, she combed her fingers through the short hair of her muff, then
spread open her legs as far as the constricting material of her underwear
would let her.  She watched her face soften, then tense again as her hand
ran down between her thighs, rubbing, pressing, teasing.  She watched the
silent "O" form on her lips as her middle finger dipped into the warm slit,
and found the little stalk of hardness waiting for it.

   "Yessss!" she hissed, then slid her other hand back behind her, down the
other way toward her cunt.  She watched the way she moved and jerked,
promising to remember the view of each sensation as she touched herself.

   Pausing, Karen bent down and stepped out of her underwear, then stood
upright, totally nude in front of the mirror.  She licked and sucked at her
middle finger slowly, winking at herself wantonly, and then cupped her
naked breast.  Her other hand worked its way sullenly down her butt,
invading the warm gap there, until finally, sweetly, two fingers slid
between her wet labia from under and behind.  Karen groaned and strained,
undulating.  Then she stretched out, arching her back, standing on tiptoes
as her fingers came up from behind and slid provocatively in and out of the
center of her.

   After a moment her other hand slid down to join in from the front.  She
watched as she "did" herself, noting with pleasure the intense expression,
the narrowing of her eyes and the crease on her forehead deepening as she
swayed back and forth between her hands.

   The Karen let go, concentrating on poking three fingers from the front
up into her, wriggling them violently as she mouthed an "ohhhh" at the
mirror and hunkered over her hand, bouncing and jerking in spastic
movements as she orgasmed.  Then she was standing on tiptoes, trying to
pull her crotch away from the wonderful aching pleasure, yet her hand
followed upwards, and back down as she rode against it, bending her knees.
She cried out softly and came in a quick little ripple of climaxes.

   She settled for a barely satisfying, nasty, rapid little come; it only
blunted the edge of her arousal.  But it was enough to suppress her need,
enough to let her crawl meekly into bed, and pull the sheet half over her.
She drifted in and out of sleep, watching herself come again in her dreams,
watching the fantasy audience slip around her nakedness.  She fell into a
soft slumber, her hand nestled in the warm nest between her thighs; and
that was the way her lover found her later that night.  Karen stirred just
a little, relaxing, falling into a safe, deep sleep as she snuggled up
against Sara Beth Tuchman.

   CHAPTER SIX

   "I can't wait!" cried Sara Beth, "This is going to be such fun!" She
tossed a log into the great stone fireplace in the living room.  The fire
crackled and grew, filling the spacious mountain cabin with warmth, driving
away the damp chill of the mountain's Fall weather.

   Karen was pulling the cork from a bottle of wine, in order to allow it
to breathe before the guests showed up.  She placed it on the long, dark
wood sideboard that stretched against one wall of the large open room. 
There was a well-displayed variety of hors d'oeuvres and buffet items on
the sideboard already.  She and Sara Beth had picked up a ton of prepared
treats from the caterer's right before they embarked on the long, winding
drive up into the mountains behind the University town.  Their guests
should be arriving soon.

   "I still don't know why we're doing this," Karen protested.  "Nothing's
going to happen; they'll come, see the lesbians, and just leave."

   "Oh, don't be silly." Sara Beth cried, she leaned against the long oak
mantle, stoking the fire, smiling expectantly at Karen.  "This could be
really exciting!  I've been thinking about all the possibilities we talked
about.  What could happen ...."

   "Don't get your hopes up too much, little girl." Karen sighed.  Sara
Beth seemed too eager, too aroused at the ideas that they had tossed back
and forth to each other on the drive up.  Karen was surprised at both of
them, how far they seemed willing to go, just to act out this sexual
fantasy.  She still had no clear understanding of the compulsion that
seemed to push them toward this crazy scheme.  Probably the Judge and his
whole crew would be disgusted, and leave in embarrassment.  Karen had no
idea of what she and Sara Beth were really going to do tonight, anyway. 
"They'll probably take one look at us and run for the flatlands!"

   "Pooh!" said Sara Beth.  "You said Don Grant liked what he saw last
time. He even wanted to kiss us both!"

   "That's a long way from what I think you have on your mind, lover."
Karen said.

   "Oh, come on, lighten up!" Sara Beth continued.  She crossed the big
open-beamed room and stood next to her lovely partner.  "Besides, we're
stone beautiful tonight, sexy goddesses!"

   Karen looked at her tall, lovely partner.  It was certainly true.  Sara
Beth was wearing a pair of tight neon-blue ski pants, even though there was
only a thin covering of snow outside.  The stretchy material fit snugly,
accentuating every sinuous curve of Sara Beth's lithe, long body.  The
tight material rode up into her flesh, outlining every inch of Sara Beth's
crotch, yet managed to make her look modestly covered.  She had on a simple
white tank top, covered by an unbuttoned bright flannel man's shirt knotted
at her waist.  The tank top revealed just about everything of Sara Beth's
smallish, perfectly sculptured breasts.  The sexy points of her nipples
poked against the cotton fabric.  The whole outfit seemed designed to
accentuate the atmosphere of the rustic, sexy cabin.  Just enough of the
erotic and exotic, Karen noted; and the man's shirt gave a hint of the
lesbian gender-blurring Sara Beth carried off so well.

   Karen herself was a knockout.  She wore a soft woolen designer sweater
with an abstract design.  The low-cut front accentuated the deep vee
between her boobs.  She, too was bra-less, and the heavy swaying of her
breasts was a languid, flowing motion every time she moved.  Her midriff
was bare.  The low-rise designer jeans she wore complemented the sweater
top, so that the expanse of skin revealing her flat, smooth tummy served up
a delicious counterpoint to her nearly-exposed breasts.  Her lengthy brown
hair was gathered in a long, loose french braid that hung down over one
shoulder.

   "We look like whores!" Karen giggled.

   "We are whores!" countered Sara Beth.

   Karen thought that might even be true.  Ready or not, tonight would be
different, she realized.  Whatever this strange, exhibitionistic desire was
that had come over them, she knew that they had to get it out of their
systems.  Which ever way things went, tonight was a turning point, a
jumping off place into the wild and exotic.  Maybe the crazy desires were
compulsive, lurking underneath their consciousness for months, years, even.
Karen decided she didn't know.  She just knew the two of them had to work
it out.  Beginning tonight.  "Might as well start someplace," she muttered.

   "That's the spirit!" Sara Beth said brightly.

   "Baby," Karen began, placing her hands on Sara Beth's shoulders and
looking deeply into her dark brown eyes.  "I love you.  I love you so much
that I'm doing this crazy thing for both of us.  Just, ...just don't be too
upset if it goes badly.  We have no idea of who or what these people are.
Promise me that whatever happens ...."

   "Don't worry, my darling," Sara Beth said tenderly, staring back into
Karen's green eyes.  "I love you, too.  Nothing can come between us, no
matter what.  I'm so lucky.  Nobody but you would ever take such a risk.  I
know that.  Nobody but you would give me this freedom to explore, ...  that
we both want!"

   They kissed gently and turned to straighten up the cabin just a little
more.

   Soon, they heard the sound of a large four-wheel vehicle pulling up to
the semi-circular gravel driveway in front of the two-story log cabin.

   "This is crazy!" Karen muttered once again.

   "Sure is!" smiled Sara Beth, patting Karen on the rump and pushing her
toward the door.

   ****

   A little later in the evening, everyone was seated in the large
overstuffed chalet-style couches or armchairs spread out around the
spacious living area.  Everyone except Karen and Judge Grant, that is. 
While Sara Beth kept the rest of the guests contented with the buffet and
wine, regaling them with stories about the upcoming volleyball
championship, Karen led Judge Grant on a tour of the big cabin.

   "I thought you had a little cabin up here, not a mansion!" Judge Grant
had complemented upon arriving.  Now, Karen tucked her arm through his and
led the portly, sedate older man from room to room upstairs, showing off
her collection of antiques and rare art works.

   "Is that ..."Judge Grant began, stopping in front of a large oil
painting opposite the long wooden balcony railing overlooking the living
room.  The fireplace crackled below.

   "A Cezanne?" Karen finished.  She laughed.  "No way.  No one's that
rich, around here.  Anyway the weather and temperature would damage a real
one.  It would be criminal to store it away up here.  No, this is a museum
copy given to me for some work I did in Europe ...."

   "I like it." the Judge said.  "You have excellent taste, my dear.  No
wonder they expect you to be head of the Art department before too long."

   Karen looked down at the rest of the guests, relaxed and following yet
another cute story Sara Beth related.  Don Grant sat in an arm chair,
watching every move Karen made.  He had obviously been enthralled with her
looks, staring down into her sweater in spite of himself when she kissed
him on both cheeks in French-style greeting when he came through the
doorway.  On the couch, his younger sister Anne, dark and almost sullen,
sat next to her large, football player boyfriend.  They both wore the
fashionable uniform of the casual rich, fancy jeans and designer shirts. 
Next to them the local sports hero, a tall basketballer slumped on the
couch, his arm around Anne's college roommate, Sandra, a voluptuous blonde
who wore an outfit very similar to Karen's.

   "Such a beautiful group!" Karen observed, guiding the Judge, changing
the subject.

   "Yes, I was thinking the very same thing," the Judge agreed.  "And I
must say you and Ms.  Tuchman are looking exceptionally beautiful this
evening.  Even more than the other night, if I might ..."

   "Yes, I wanted to get you away for a moment, to straighten that out."
said Karen brushing away the compliment.

   The Judge nodded, curious.  "Oh?"

   "I think we really did get off to a bad start." Karen said.  "Can we
begin again?  I'll forgive that little scene in the restaurant, if you'll
forgive my bad behavior, particularly the other day in my office."

   "Yeah, what happened there?  You seemed a little upset." Judge Grant
began.  Seeing Karen's expression darken, he smiled.  "Not that I don't
mind a little bad behavior.  Makes life less dull."

   Karen responded.  "I was a little ...  distracted, that day."

   "As for the restaurant, I guess we deserved what we got." The Judge went
on, quickly.  "Sara Beth and you sure put us in our place.  Still, I wanted
to tell you, my dear, that that was one of the most beautiful, sexiest
things I'd ever seen."

   "Don said you were enchanted," Karen smiled.  "But he said you had no
prurient interests ..."

   Karen smiled suggestively at Judge Grant.  She almost caught him
glancing down into her sweater again, she thought.

   "What does he know?" chuckled the Judge.  He squeezed and patted Karen's
arm, firmly tucked up in his own.  "As I said, I don't mind a little bad
behavior."

   "What about tonight?" Karen smiled cryptically.  She nudged the Judge on
to the next painting, a rare watercolor.  "Surely you didn't drive up here
just for a meal, and a little conversation with two lesbians."

   "My dear, you make an old man very curious." The Judge said quietly. 
"Why do you think I drove up here?"

   "Curious might be the word." Karen said evenly.  "To see what you could
see?  To investigate what two lesbians do together?  Perhaps invite us to
perform another kiss for you?  Even more?"

   "Karen, I wish you wouldn't throw up that lesbian word too much." began
the Judge.  Quietly, in the corner of the balcony rail he leaned back and
assumed his courtroom voice, gently probing and instructing the beautiful
young woman next to him.  "We both know, even in this short time we have
been together, that you are both highly desirable, multi-sexual creatures.
Did you think I wouldn't understand that?  I'm not stupid, you know."

   "I, ...I didn't think you were, Judge." Karen shot back.  "But you
avoided my question.  Why did you accept my invitation, why are you here?"

   The Judge sighed.  "I will admit that the thought of you two intrigues
me, even arouses me." The Judge though a moment, then backed off his tone
of voice.  "Why are we talking like this?  I barely know you!

   "Yet, I know the Tuchmans," Judge Grant continued.  "That surprises you,
I see, but yes, I do.  I have kept an eye on Sara Beth since she got here,
since you and she ...  got together.  And I'm not as naive as you seem to
expect, from the way you speak to me.  I'm damn near sixty, I've seen alot
of the world.  Yes, I've even seen what you two might do, alone, ...  in
bed.  I find it incredibly exciting, sure.  I find you incredibly exciting.
You must know that.  Is it hard to understand why one might accept a
weekend with you in a secluded mountain retreat?"

   No, ...  no I guess not," Karen smiled coquettishly.  "I'm glad to hear
you say that.  Sara Beth and I, ...well, we found it exciting, too.  That
kiss in the restaurant.  The second one, I mean, it opened some kind of
door for us.  We liked doing it; doing it in front of somebody.  It's all
Sara Beth talked about for a week!  Jeeze," sighed Karen, leaning back
against the railing next to the heavyset Judge, "why am I telling you
this?"

   "Perhaps we both instinctively understand each other, what's secret
inside.  It's possible, you know."

   "Yes, yes, I think so." Karen said honestly.  "So, you still haven't
answered my question.  Why are you here?"

   "I'm glad I get a chance to use my vast experience observing courtroom
tactics," the Judge smiled conspiratorially.  "I can throw your words right
back at you: 'to invite you to perform another kiss for us?  Even more?' "

   The Judge looked down at Karen, smiling in a most benign, even fatherly
way, except that his eyes strayed down to Karen's half-open sweater.  "I
think that, while neither of us knows for sure, you are going to make
something wild happen tonight.  And I'm so glad you invited me to be here
for it.  I repeat, I like a little bad behavior?"

   "Hmph." Karen chuckled.  She bent over and pecked the Judge on the
cheek, brushing her soft breast against his arm, holding it there for a
moment.  "I'm glad.  What about the others?  What are they about?"

   "They do what I tell them," the Judge said seriously.  "But they're
curious, too.  We talked about it on the way up here.  Don scarcely hoped
..."

   "We better join the others." Karen cut him off.  "I'm glad we had this
little talk."

   "So am I my dear," said the Judge, pressing his arm against her
bra-less, sweater-covered breast.  "So am I."

   Karen led the Judge along, ending up on the ground floor, helping him to
fill his wine glass one more time.

   Sinking into an armchair, Karen watched her guests, and fell into the
conversation that turned from sports to politics with the Judge's arrival.
After awhile she and Sara Beth settled in together in an oversized armchair
near the fireplace.  Sara Beth loosely draped her arm around Karen, toying
with her french braid and politely pretending to interest herself in the
conversation.

   "I suppose I should act like a proper hostess," Karen said after a long
discussion about upcoming elections.  She didn't rise from her comfortable
position next to Sara Beth.  "If it gets to late for any of you, there are
lots of bedrooms upstairs.  I think Don and the guys got your bags earlier.
Make any sleeping arrangements you like, girls, we're all pretty liberal
here.

   The group shifted uncomfortably, but then relaxed as it seemed Karen
wasn't going to make them all go off to bedrooms together right that
minute. Karen was surprised and amused.  Probably neither of the two
younger college girls had actually slept with their dates yet.  "How cute,
how and embarrassing." Karen thought silently.

   "I think the Judge and I have put that scene in the restaurant behind
us, so why don't we all just relax and enjoy the fire and some music.  Sara
Beth, would you mind?"

   The two beautiful women unfolded from their nest in the chair.  Karen
refilled everyone's glass and turned on the stereo, picking a slow FM jazz
station.  Sara Beth turned the lights down until the glowing fire
illuminated the room, painting everyone in warm orange tones as the shadows
deepened in the big room.  Passing by each other in front of the fire
place, Karen gave Sara Beth a quick, hot kiss, whispering in her ear "It's
okay!"

   Don Grant stared intently as the two of them kissed in a natural, almost
domestic way.  Karen came over and knelt down on the rug at his feet and
began asking him about his own growing law practice.  The lawyer could
hardly take his eyes off of Karen's breasts, which he could see the tops
of, including her nipples as she bent close to his armchair.  Sara Beth sat
on the arm of Judge Grant's chair and listened to the young basketball star
explain his own upcoming athletic championship, in compliment to Sara
Beth's earlier explanations.

   The music became more sexy, and the voices quieted slowly as the fire
glowed and crackled.  Each of the people in the room stared into the
fireplace, lost in their own private thoughts.  Karen decided she knew what
all of them, or most of them anyway were thinking.  She uncurled from her
place near Don Grant and walked over to Sara Beth, grabbing the tall
woman's hand she pulled her up and led her to the fireplace.  After both of
them tossed a few more small split logs on the fire, Karen turned to her
guests.

   "I guess you're all okay, after all." Karen smirked.  "It's probably
natural that straights would find our little kiss, uh, interesting.  Sara
Beth and I really do love each other, and we just don't want to hide it. 
Thanks for your understanding, and accepting our invitation tonight.  Just
to show there are no hard feelings, we'll let you watch us again, only this
time we don't mind okay?"

   Before anyone could respond, Karen slid up against Sara Beth and folded
her into her arms.  The two kissed in a fierce, erotic energy, Sara Beth
immediately slipping her hand over Karen's breast as the two french kissed.

   "My god." gasped Sandra.

   Karen heard a "Jeeze" from one of the two jocks, followed by a shushing
sound from the Judge.

   "Want to see more?" Karen teased.  "...  want to see everything?"

   Karen looked in challenge around the darkened room watching the
firelight flicker in the eyes of her audience.  Everyone was staring
intently, probably breathlessly as they watched Sara gently unbutton the
last remaining buttons on Karen's' sweater.  "Don't look so shocked,
people!"

   Karen felt her heart pounding wildly, already the warm wetness between
her legs was beginning to soak her panties.  It was so exciting!  She could
tell Sara Beth's' heart was beating hard, too, just from the trembling way
the taller, lithe athlete's hand trembled as she slowly peeled Karen's
sweater off and tossed it on the rug.  Karen's heavy, white breasts spilled
out for everyone to see.  "Why else did you come here, but to see this? 
You've wondered about what we do together, I think."

   Karen winked conspiratorially over at Judge Grant who stared hungrily at
her.  Sara bent to Karen's body, kissing, then gently sucking the hardening
nipple between her lips.  Karen heard a mocking, sneering tone in her
voice, and realized she still had a lot of anger at them, those shocked
people sitting in from of her, hypnotized by the erotic, taboo sight of
Sara Beth sucking and licking in turn at each of Karen's swollen nipples.

   Suddenly Karen realized she was in control.  These people would do
anything she said, just to keep watching.  It was kind of like lecturing
with a set of slides in the darkened classroom, she realized, only oh so
much more sexy, ..naughty.  the feeling of power wasn't anything like the
exhibitionistic fantasy she had been imagining.  This was stronger, more
real.

   Karen stared triumphantly over Sara Beth, cradling her lover's head in
her arms as she watched her guests watch them.  Anne's fingers were laced
into her boyfriend's, rigidly holding on, turning white as she sat watching
Sara Beth.  Already Sandra's hand was gently rubbing her jock's thigh.  "Go
on." she whispered to them, inviting, sultry, giving permission to be bad.
"You don't have to just watch.  There's no one around to bother us for
miles!  Do what you want!  Do what you want to do."

   Karen threw back her head and groaned gently as Sara Beth caressed her
breasts, filling her hands with them, cupping them, fondling them and then
squeezing their heaviness into a more elongated shape.  Karen could hear
Sandra gasp once more as Sara Beth sucked the long, pointed flesh of
Karen's breast deep into her mouth.

   Immediately, the two young couples began delicately groping and
exploring, unable at first to take their eyes off the "floor show" Karen
and Sara Beth performed for them.  This was real, the feelings of having
all of them watch her were much sexier and exciting than even Karen's
wildest imagination had predicted!

   Slowly, Karen assisted Sara Beth as the taller girl unsnapped Karen's
jeans, then inched them down off her thighs, slowly peeling them down her
legs.  Sara Beth lowered herself, kissing along Karen's naked flesh.  Karen
knew the flickering fire sent a sexy, sensuous glow into her naked skin,
making her all the more beautiful and desirable.  Inch by inch, her jeans
slid down, until she stood nearly naked in front of the fire.  The
lime-green silk bikini panties seemed to catch the fire, and glow almost
neon-like.  Sara Beth, fully clothed, was on her knees in front of Karen,
licking her navel.  Then Karen felt her lover hook her thumbs on either
side of the skimpy material clinging to her hips.  In a tantalizing,
teasing motion, Sara Beth pulled down Karen's panties, revealing little by
little her warm, thick brown triangle of pubic fur.  Karen stared levelly
into Don Grant's eyes and smiled as she felt the panties come loose and
fall to her feet.  She watched him shift uncomfortably, yet stare
transfixed at her naked cunt.

   Karen heard Sandra again repeat "Oh, my god!" She and her boyfriend were
locked in a sexy embrace, his hand deep into her blouse.  Sandra's own hand
covered the growing bulge at her partner's crotch.  Both of them stared at
Karen Perry's naked body, watching Sara Beth kiss and lick along the edge
of her dark, curly bush.

   Anne seemed to be in a sullen, mesmerized trance, laying back dreamily
against the sofa back while her boyfriend kissed her chest, inside her
half-open blouse.  His hand slid up under her skirt, which was pushed
halfway up her skinny, muscular thighs.  Her hands hung limply in her lap,
and she stared with an unreadable expression back into Karen's eyes.  Yet
Karen knew Anne was very aroused, and very interested in every move the
professor made with Sara Beth.

   Looking over, Karen saw Don Grant fidgeting nervously, his slacks tented
over his lap.

   "Take it out." she whispered, grinning at him.  "Take your cock out. 
Let me see it!"

   Cautiously, Don reached for his zipper and began to open his fly.  He
decided to ignore any shock or dismay his companions might express.  Funny,
he thought, all of a sudden, he wanted to expose himself to Karen - and
Sara Beth - in just this way.

   The Judge stared at her, too, his hand loosely covering the bulge in his
pants, yet he shook his head as Karen looked questioningly at him, as if to
say, "aren't you going to masturbate, too?"

   Sighing, Sara Beth rose and stepped around behind Karen, shielding her
flesh from the heat of the fire, making her suddenly chilled.  Sara Beth
reached around from behind and cupped her hands over Karen's white,
enticing tits.  She kissed Karen's neck and watched everyone in front of
them.

   "God, this is wonderful." she whispered in Karen's ear.  "Look at 'em.
Look at us!  Oh, god I love you Karen!" Karen combed her fingers through
the fringes of her pubic hair, tugging and pulling at the strands of coarse
curly locks, making sure that both the Judge and Don could see the way she
toyed with herself.  It was so powerful!  So sexy!  More fun than she
expected!  She had been afraid she would be too nervous, but no, she was in
complete control!

   "Come on." she whispered over her shoulder.  "Let's fuck them.  Let's
fuck them all!"

   Karen stepped away from Sara Beth, and wandered nakedly to the center of
the semi-circle of aroused guests in front of her.

   "You!" she said, indicating Sandra.  "Help Sara Beth out of those
goddamn clothes!

   "You two guys get Anne naked, and yourselves, too!"

   Already Sara Beth was unknotting the flannel shirt, and opened her arms
as Sandra hesitated, then stood up.  The two of them began to undress each
other.  Meanwhile the two jocks pulled Anne into the space between them and
began undoing her buttons as the young dark brunette sat limply, staring up
in hypnotic wonder at Karen.

   Instead of moving to Don, who by now had turned his chair around and sat
exposing the long, curving rod of his penis rising up out of his pants,
Karen crossed to Judge Grant, kneeling at his side and looking up
expectantly into his slitted, lustful eyes..

   "Something wild, huh?" Karen reminded him.  "What can I do?"

   The Judge smiled wickedly and sat back, laying his arms loosely on each
side of the armchair.  "It is obviously so much your show, my dear."

   Karen shrugged, and grinned.  She got down on her knees, angling her
body between Don's chair and the Judge's, with her ass writhing towards the
younger Grant.  Karen reached out with both hands, feeling her way along
Judge Grant's fat, short thighs, gliding her hands over the rich material
of his pants, then rubbing over the bulging, growing mound.  The Judge
grunted and looked down, watching Karen's sexy hands as she slowly eased
open his fly and tantalizingly dipped her fingers inside his pants.

   "Ooooo!" Karen sighed.  She curled her fingers around his thick, stubby
cock and drew it up out of his pants.  She grasped the base of it and began
a slow, teasing massage up and down, as her other hand searched inside and
pulled out the Judge's scrotum, letting his fat, jiggling balls rest
outside of his pants.  Grinning, Karen looked up into the Judge's face,
savoring the look of desire he had for her.  She indeed loved having other
people look at her nakedness, she realized.  What a wonderful, perverted
feeling!

   Karen winked again and bent her head down into the Judge's lap, licking
out with her tongue, causing the Judge to jump involuntarily at the sexy
stimulation her tongue gave him as it slid over his glans; she ran it back
and forth, very hard.  Karen looked up, giggled coyly and stood up.  She
straddled the Judge, pressing her pubic hair against the underside of his
thick stump of a cock, scrubbing it back and forth in her muff as she slid
a hand around behind his neck and pulled his lips to hers, letting him
taste his own cock as she frenched into his mouth wantonly.  Behind her she
heard Don groan.

   Quickly Karen pulled away from the Judge, placing both of his hands on
his cock, starting them slowly moving up and down.  "I'll be right back,"
she whispered.  Petting the tip of his rampant cock, she said, "I'm sure I
know what kind of 'bad behavior' this bad boy likes!"

   Spinning, Karen slid off of the Judge and turned to Don who was waiting
expectantly, His one hand was curled tightly around his long, slender cock,
milking a clear droplet of precum out of the slit in it's circumcised tip.
His other hand reached up to Karen.

   "I guess you've waited long enough!" she teased, then sat in his lap,
folding her knees on either side of his legs as she sank down over him in
the armchair.  Gently she batted his hand away from his cock and curled her
own fingers around it, again pressing her muff against the long underside
of its hardness and scritching it back and forth against her thick pubic
hair.  She bent down and kissed him, immediately frenching her tongue into
his mouth, tasting, exploring his warm wetness, letting his arms fold
around her.

   After a while she settle down to long, sensuous strokes of his cock in
her hand, arching her back and feeding her luscious breasts to his mouth as
she knelt over him in the armchair.

   "Oooh, you suck me nice!" she cooed.  At her back she felt his hands
come up and begin undoing her french braid.  As she sighed, she stroked his
nice hard cock, and reveled in the sweet sensation of his mouth on her
tits. She felt Don pull loose her hair so that it spilled down over her
back and he began tangling his fingers in it as he once again kissed her
mouth.

   "Yeah, oh Yeah!" Karen heard Sara Beth cry.  She glanced over her
shoulder and saw Sandra's rounded, naked ass rising and falling as the
voluptuous blond humped up and down slowly on Sara Beth's thigh.  Sandra's
mouth was locked onto Sara Beth's left breast, sucking it hard as she
folded over one side of the volleyball player.  Sara Beth's hand was up
under the fat swaying breasts of the naked blond.  Sandra's boyfriend sat
naked beside them, caressing and fondling where he could, bending to kiss
Sandra's other breast.  Her hand gripped his cock tightly, massaging up and
down it's length when she could remember to do it.

   On Sara Beth's right side Anne still lay back against the sofa back,
only now she was naked, one leg thrown over Sara Beth's' right thigh.  Both
of them held their thighs open and exposed, their naked cunts glittering
wetly in the firelight.  Anne's hand was gently exploring her own vulva,
while her boyfriend knelt naked next to her, kissing her neck, her breasts
and arching himself against the little brunette's hand, which he held in
place around his long, curving cock.  Anne continued to stare blankly at
Karen, as if she were isolated, miles away.

   Sara Beth looked like some kind of ancient vestal priestess, naked, with
two naked sets of attendants on each side of her as they all fondled and
caressed upon the ample, twelve-foot couch.

   Karen danced off of the armchair, wetly kissing Don's ear and whispering
"Get naked!"

   She turned back to Judge Grant, noticing that rather than looking at
her, Harvey Grant had been staring intently at the naked form of his dark,
brunette daughter as she writhed slowly between Sara Beth and her aroused
young boyfriend.

   The Judge was straining, lifting up, fucking into his hand as he
watched. Karen looked back and forth between father and daughter, then down
at the stubby throbbing cock in the Judge's grip.

   "Oh no you don't" Karen chided, bending down to kiss the Judge full on
the lips.  "You don't get to come yet!"

   Karen insistently pulled the Judge out of his clothes, keeping his hands
busy on her body instead of his cock.  When he was naked and standing in
front of her, she grasped it and fondled it, teasing it back to hardness as
she kissed the portly man along his wrinkled gray-haired chest.  She
tantalized and nipped at his small knotted nipples, making them stiff, she
discovered.  How wonderful!

   "Quick, get that tube of stuff from the drawer under the phone, I know
what this cock was made for!" she said, pushing him toward the hallway. 
Strange, she thought, she seemed to have some inner sense of just exactly
the kind of pleasure the Judge needed from her.  She turned to watch the
five figures on the couch, now more entwined with each other.

   In a minute he was back, and Karen opened the tube of vaginal lubricant
and squirted a big gob of it out onto the Judge's cock.  Lovingly she
massaged it all over his phallus, making him groan in pleasure.

   "Come here!" she cried, stepping back to Don's chair.  The Judge
followed her, watching excitedly as Karen stood against the arm of the
chair, pulling Don around until he stood on the other side of the chair,
his cock throbbing and resting on the opposite arm of the chair.  Karen
bent over, laying prone across the two arms of the chair, her breasts
swayed loosely under her, nipples just grazing the plush velvet of the seat
cushion.  Her ass was exposed, tilted up over the rolled, rounded arm of
the chair.  Karen glanced back along her shoulder, down her naked back.

   "You know?" she groaned to the Judge, "You know what to do?"

   "Oh yes, you beautiful thing!  How wonderful!" The Judge nodded eagerly
and licked his lips, looking down at Karen's naked ass in front of him.

   Karen turned and smiled up at Don, tossing her flowing brown hair over
her shoulder as her diamond earring glittered in the firelight.  Opening
her mouth, she started licking her lips too.  Firmly, she grasped Don's
long cock and held it up away from the arm of the chair, feeling his hands
slide around her head, his fingers burying into her thick hair as she
sucked his warm, hard penis into her mouth.  She moaned in pleasure at the
musky man smell and taste of it.

   Behind her Judge Grant fitted his cock into the shallow depression over
Karen's ass, at the base of her spine.  He looked across to his son and
grinned in pleasure as he saw the man throw his head back and groan in
ecstasy as Karen's lovely mouth took him inside.

   Spreading Karen's buttocks, holding one firmly in each hand, the Judge
eased his cock down into the crack between them, watching as the head of it
jerked, throbbed and slid slowly down until it's tip rested against the
puckered gray-pink little orifice of her anus.

   He eased his slick, lubricated cock slowly inside, savoring the dark,
forbidden pleasure as Karen's anus stretched open to receive him.  The
silky muscular ring of her butthole expanded, slipping tightly over the
knob of his glans, then riding up his greasy cock as it sank slowly into
Karen.  He paused every inch or so, allowing Karen to relax her sphincters
and accommodate the thick, stubby cock as it eased into her ass.

   "Unnnng!" Karen groaned, humming around Don's twitching, hard cock.  She
squirmed and spread her legs wider, inviting the Judge's cock deep into her
guts.  It was so nasty, so fucking perverted, and so good!  She had a cock
in both ends of her!  She let Don hold her head up and swiftly thrust his
penis in and out of her mouth, penetrating deeper into her throat each time
until she almost gagged on it, then relaxed her throat as she relaxed her
rectum, letting both cocks sweetly invade her.

   Judge Grant grunted, too, thrusting his fat hardness into the wanton,
sexy brunette's butt.  She was so hot inside!  So tight and smooth.  The
over-stretched sheath of her rectum slid around his cock, fitting
perfectly, so that the sweet sensation of being inside her was almost
unbearable in it's tight warmth.  Karen clenched and unclenched her
asshole, causing the Judge to moan at the almost painful grip her anus
squeezed around his penis.  He began slowly backing out, then stroking
slowly into Karen.  And then again.  Soon he was rhythmically sliding in
and out of her tight ass, nearly panting in fulfillment as he fucked her
naughty anal orifice.  How had she known what he liked?  Had she guessed?

   "Ummm, umm, ummm." Karen moaned.  She sucked and swirled her tongue over
Don's cock, feeling it tighten, harden, and throb inside her mouth.  She
smiled a little around the full roundness of his cock as Don mumbled
obscene, sexy words to her, caressing her cheek as she rested her head on
the arm of the chair.

   She gripped the chair arm, holding on as each of the men thrusting at
her pushed her body back and forth between them in slow, rhythmic
counterstrokes.  The motion of each of them built and built until all three
were groaning, breathing heavily and thrusting hard, quick little strokes
back and forth.

   "Come!" Don cried to Karen.  "I'm gonna come in your mouth!  Do you want
it ...?"

   "Umm hummm!" Karen groaned, nodding her head around Don's swollen cock,
"Umm hummm!" Don went rigid and sank his cock deep into Karen's mouth until
his glans pressed against the back of her tongue.  He held her head loosely
in his hands, arching his back.

   A warm, salty mass exploded into Karen's mouth and she drank greedily,
swallowing as Don came over her tongue.  She sucked hard, causing him to
cry out as he orgasmed.

   Judge Grant watched his son climax across from him, then slid his cock
deep into Karen, feeling the aching need he had swell and burst.  Wet,
slick sensations coated his cock inside Karen, as it painted the inside of
her anal tube with his sperm.  Karen squealed in delight as she felt the
second delivery of cum spurt into her ass.

   Holding on, Karen despaired of climaxing herself, until she felt the
Judge's thumb slide sweetly into her cunt from behind.  His fingers
clutched at the top of her mons as he slid his thumb into her.  Her nub of
clit-flesh exploded in pleasure as the Judge clinched it between his
fingers.  Karen opened her mouth, letting Don's softening cock slide out as
she whined and whimpered and began to orgasm again and again.  The Judge's
rock hard cock stayed deep in her anus, throbbing and pleasuring her as her
cunt began to spasm.

   What seemed a long time later, Karen nestled naked in Judge Grant's lap
as they rested in the arm chair.  Don was gone.  She must have drifted to
sleep for a moment.  Her arms locked around the Judge's neck as he held her
to his naked body, stroking and caressing her magnificent breasts, keeping
her sweet aching nipples hard.  She opened her eyes and grinned into his
face, focusing on his loving expression.  "That was lovely!" she sighed.

   "Very." the Judge said tenderly, returning her kiss.  He shut his eyes
as he savored the sensation of the naked woman's hands traveling down his
flesh.  Karen moved her leg aside a little, folding up in the Judge's lap,
gripping his flaccid cock in two hands, gently trying to coax it back to
erection.

   The five on the couch were still pretty much in the same position as
Karen turned to look at them.  Sara Beth was still in her glory, in the
center of all those naked bodies.  Between her wide open legs, Sandra's
boyfriend knelt, grasping Sara Beth's thighs.  His face was buried in her
crotch, kissing and licking at her cunt.  On either side of Sara Beth, the
two college girls' had their legs splayed equally wide, one each crossing
over Sara Beth's.

   The brown-haired volleyballer had slid her hands in between the women's
thighs from behind, and her fingers were buried inside their cunts, fucking
each of them with three fingers.  Karen watched in fascination as Sara
Beth's hands jiggled under each of the aroused women, stabbing their cunts
from up and under them.  Sandra was bouncing and squealing as she rode Sara
Beth's hands.  Her own hands cupped and fondled her breasts as she writhed
on the couch, eyes tightly shut, an expression of intense arousal on her
pretty face.

   Anne was more animated now, harshly chugging little breaths as she
jiggled up and down, spreading her legs wide, holding the pink inner lips
of her pussy wide as Sara Beth's fingers slid in and out.  Anne pumped her
legs rhythmically; all the while one hand pinched and tugged violently at
Sara Beth's right nipple.  Anne's other hand made languid strokes up and
down her boyfriend's cock, which was half limp and oozing a milky liquid
out of the slit in it's tip.  Karen could see a sticky coating of cum on
Anne's fingers.

   Sara Beth looked lovingly across the room and mouthed a silent "I love
you" at Karen, then winced and shut her eyes in passion as the boy's kisses
between her legs became more urgent.

   Karen supposed Don was in the bathroom.  Sensing some change, she felt
Judge Grant's cock throb and begin to harden.  Looking up into his face,
she saw the Judge once more fascinated as he watched his naked daughter,
obscenely writhing on the couch across from him.  Her eyes were tightly
shut, and her face flushed from the passion.  Her breath came in little
pants as she wriggled over Sara Beth's hand.  Karen smiled and watched the
Judge as he followed every movement of his nubile, wanton daughter.

   "You want her, don't you?" Karen whispered.

   The Judge blanched, colored, and tore his eyes away from Anne, looking
back to Karen with some embarrassment.  Karen seemed to know too much about
him.  He was beginning to believe this naked, forceful young woman was
clairvoyant.

   "Mmm just keep doing that," he said, thrusting his growing penis into
her fist.  He tweaked her nipple and bent to kiss it.  She had such erotic
power!

   "No need to change the subject." Karen said gently.  "I understand ...."

   They both turned and watch as Anne writhed and bounced, so obscenely
beautiful as Sara Beth's fingers brought her closer to climax.  Her young
boyfriend sucked on her small, up-curved breast and her hand tugged slowly,
absently at his cock.

   Karen turned the Judge's face to hers and slowly built up passionate
kisses until his cock was rock hard in her hand and they were sliding off
the chair on to the floor, seeking more room to explore each other's naked
bodies.

   "Mmmm, wait." Karen panted, pulling away from the portly man's arms. 
She watched as Don strode naked back down the hallway, his limp cock
swinging loosely.  Don slid in next to Sandra on the couch, smiling as she
opened her eyes and accepted his kiss, and his hands over her breasts.

   "Too many of them over there, not enough over here!" Karen pouted. 
"Anne!  Annie!"

   "Come here!" Karen cried as the dark brunette opened her eyes and came
out of her fog.  She focused on Karen and looked back expectantly.  "Come
here, baby!"

   "No, oh my god." the Judge whispered harshly, "we can't ..."

   "Shush!" snapped Karen.  "We can!"

   Rising, Annie slowly left the group on the couch and glided slowly
toward the Judge and Karen as they sat naked on the rug next to the
fireplace.  The fire was low, and only an orange glow illuminated the room,
but it was very warm.

   With each step the young brunette took, she seemed to shed her
reluctance, her zombie-like trance.  When she arrived next to Karen she was
vivacious, animated, and clearly ready as she knelt down and slid into the
older woman's arms.  They petted and kissed, fondling each other's naked
breasts.  Karen made sure to hold tightly to the Judge's cock, so that he
couldn't avoid what she had decided to force upon him.

   "Please, Karen, no!" The Judge whispered in her ear.

   But soon the erotic sight of his daughter so near, fondling and kissing
the wicked brown-haired girl between them, caused the Judge to weaken. 
Soon he joined in, making a triad with the two naked women.  He kissed
Karen's breast, then, hesitantly, Annie's.  When his daughter moaned and
thrust her nipple up for him to kiss again, he was lost, and began
fondling, kissing, and touching them both, running his hand's over their
flesh, their cunts, kissing and tonguing Karen's mouth, and after awhile
Annie's, too.  His daughter seemed to come alive as Karen drive her
erotically, arousing her with an obscene set of touches, licks and caresses
on her breasts, her cunt, and her mouth that the Judge could only guess
were pure lesbian in origin.

   Annie seemed to take naturally to the obscene three-way foreplay Karen
began.  The younger girl was obviously attracted to Karen, and also very
interested in her father's lovemaking.  She responded in kind to his
increasingly passionate touches and kisses.  It was Annie who first reached
out and grasped Judge Grant's cock, slipping it from Karen's grasp and
staring down at it in an expression of secret desire.  Karen watched as the
young woman fondled it, massaged it lovingly, and smiled sadly at the rush
of arousal it produced in her father's expression.  Anne held tightly to
his cock, kissed him and then kissed Karen passionately, jetting her tongue
into Karen's mouth, using her arousal by the other woman to cover her more
and more insistent manipulation of the Judge's cock.

   "Annie," Karen sighed, whispering in her ear.  "Sit in your father's
lap."

   Annie looked in shock back at Karen, a mixture of fear and wild desire
coming over her beautiful face.

   "It's okay," Karen promised, caressing and fondling Annie's hard
nipples. The Judge sat back, expectantly, scarcely daring to breathe.  His
hands caressed Annie's ass, Karen's ass.

   "Tonight it's okay!" Karen whispered harshly to Annie.  "Just the three
of us.  You can do it.  You both want to.  Fuck him!  I'll help!" Karen
urged.  "I'll fuck him with you."

   Annie moaned, letting go of her dad's cock.  She searched deep in
Karen's eyes, then looked to her father's, then back to Karen's.  "Really?"
she whispered.

   "Really." Karen said.  Already she was moving Annie's body around, and
pushing the Judge so that he knelt in front of his daughter, aroused,
trembling as she slid into his arms.

   Annie looked wide eyed at the Judge, opening her legs and straddling his
lap.  She stared deeply into his eyes and circled her arms around his neck.
Her legs splayed out on either side of his hips.

   "Karen, I ...." he began.

   "Shhh, don't talk.  This is special!" she whispered, fiercely.  "Let me
do this for you.  For you both!"

   Karen knew she was caught up in the grip of awesome power, wielding the
sexual desire of others like a casual weapon.  She found it exhilarating!

   Quickly Karen slid her hand under Annie, who seemed placid, expectant.
Reaching down, she grasped the Judge's throbbing cock and fitted it between
Annie's thighs.  The rest was simple; moaning, Annie lowered herself down
on the Judge's penis, taking it up inside her.  The Judge sighed heavily
and thrust up into his naked, aroused daughter.  Both groaned at the wicked
pleasure of it and began thrusting sweetly back and forth.  Annie couldn't
believe it!  They were fucking!  She was fucking her daddy!

   "Ohhhh, goddd, Karen!" Annie cried.  She turned her shoulders a little
sideways, and accepted Karen's fierce open-mouthed french kiss as she slid
up and down her father's cock.  Karen fondled one of the younger woman's
tits, mashing it to her own as she held them together.  She was surprised
to see the Judge's hand come up and grasp his daughter's soft breast,
squeezing it and kneading it as he pushed up off the floor, fucking into
Annie.  Holding them both in a tight embrace, Karen bobbed and bounced with
them, feeling her own wetness coat her thighs as she rode their growing
ecstasy too.  They were both so aroused!

   "Yes!  That's it!" Karen cried to Annie.  "Fuck him!  Fuck him!  Oohh
god, I know you want it so bad!"

   Annie whimpered, nodded her head and writhed violently over her father's
cock.  Judge Grant stared intently at his daughter's face, savoring every
nuance of her enraptured expression as he drove her toward orgasm.

   Karen reached under their legs, grasping the Judge's fat balls, fondling
and tugging, then encircling the top of his scrotum and squeezing gently.
The Judge moaned in pleasure and stroked harder up into Annie.

   The young girl covered Karen's lips with kisses, then the Judge,
bouncing her ass back in forth in an oval undulating motion that got wilder
and wilder as she approached climax.

   "Ohh, honey, ohhh godd, yess!" the Judge croaked.  He accepted his
daughter's wanton kisses, frenching her hot mouth as Karen tweaked Annie's
breasts.  Karen's other hand then slid flatly to the base of the Judge's
cock, so that each pounding stroke Annie landed against his crotch found
instead Karen's hand, guiding, steadying and adding to the wicked,
incestuous pleasure of them both.

   Karen knew to encircle her thumb and finger at the base of the Judge's
cock, squeezing just enough to make him hold his cum until Annie writhed,
arched her back and lifted up, then slammed down onto his thick stubby
cock. She stiffened and trembled as she took as much of him into her as she
could get.

   "Daaadeee!  Ohhhh shittt, Daadeee!" She cried, then forced her mouth
over the Judge's, darting her tongue between his teeth and probing fiercely
as he felt her cunt clench and spasm around his cock.  Karen released his
cock and his own orgasm let go.  He felt his warm explosion flood into her.


   Annie moaned into his mouth and clung to him fiercely, rocking back and
forth as she felt his spurting cock pulse into her again and again.

   Karen leaned back and watched the two of them orgasm, stretching her
legs on either side of the kneeling couple.  She rubbed harshly at her own
swollen vulva, making it quiver and gush wetness.  She almost shared their
orgasm.

   When it was over, the three of them collapsed on the rug, panting,
fondling and kissing.  Karen took turns with Annie, touching and pulling at
the Judge's almost hard cock.  For awhile she licked and kissed down at
their crotches, savoring the heady tastes and smells, poking her tongue
into Annie's sensitive opening, only to find that the younger girl was
still too aroused, too sensitive for further exploration.

   Karen sighed and stood up, leaving the two of them naked on the rug,
tenderly nestled together, quietly kissing and caressing.

   Across the room she saw the incredible tangle of bodies engaged in an
amazing chain of sex.  At one end of the couch, Don Grant knelt in front of
the cushions, holding Sandra's body at an angle.  Her legs were wrapped
around his hips as he stroked hard into her cunt.  Sandra's head and torso
lay cradled in Sara Beth's arms as they kissed deeply and smiled into each
other's eyes.  Sara Beth's Body was angled away from Sandra, and she too,
was being fucked.  Sara Beth had one leg propped up in an inverted "ell",
with her other leg stretched out under Annie's boyfriend's body.  He
pressed her ass back against the sofa back and lay sideways in front of
Sara Beth, making long, hard strokes deep into her.  Karen felt a stinging
twinge of jealousy as she saw how much pleasure Sara Beth got, moaning each
time the hard, long cock slid back into her.

   Sandra's jock lay back naked against the other arm of the couch,
watching the four people next to him fuck.  His hand was tightly gripping
his long, half-limp penis as he stared at his friend's cock going in and
out of Sara Beth's stuffed cunt.

   Quickly, Karen stepped across the room, her full breasts bouncing and
jiggling as she hurried to the side of the lone young man masturbating at
the end of the couch.

   "Here," Karen said comically, "let me do that!" She slid in next to him
on the couch and began playfully kissing the young football player as she
closed her hand around his cock and massaged it back to hardness.  At first
a little stream of milky cum oozed out, but as his penis grew bigger, the
clear, glittering precum fluid followed.  When it was big and hard,
throbbing in full erection, Karen lifted herself over the young man and
squatted down, so that as he leaned back against the sofa, she could grip
the sofa back and drop down onto his big, waiting prick.  She let him
carefully guide his shaft up into her, then smiled wickedly as she saw
expression on his face change from arousal to amazed lust.

   "Ummm, nice huh?" She sighed and began fucking the young football player
as hard as she could.

   "At last!" she thought.  "At last!" Finally, a big, solid, erect prick
invaded her cunt!  She nearly fainted from the sweet pleasure of it filling
her insides.  She savored the knowledge that he must have just come somehow
when she wasn't watching; maybe into Annie or Sara Beth earlier.  She knew
he would be a long time coming again, and she relaxed, using every muscular
trick of her cunt to drive them slowly, sensuously to orgasm.  The young
man leaned forward and hungrily sucked her tits into his mouth, each in
turn, making them spit wet and oh, so aroused.

   Beside them, Karen vaguely was aware of the rhythmic moans as Sara Beth
and Annie's friend began climaxing together.  Somewhere at the other end of
the long couch, Don and Sandra groaned together, fucking, ...  fucking over
and over.

   Karen held on, plunging down again and again on the football player's
hard, thrusting cock.

   "Ohhh Karen, ohhh Karen, yess!" she heard Sara Beth cry out beside her.
"Isn't it wonderful?  Isn't it what we wanted....?"

   CHAPTER SEVEN

   Much later that night, Karen rolled off the crowded couch, and went
towards the hall linen closet in search of blankets.  It was easier to toss
them over the exhausted, sleeping figures laying all over the living room
than to rouse them and send them to bedrooms.  She grinned in motherly
fashion as she tossed a blanket over Sara Beth, wedged between Sandra's and
Annie's boyfriends.  The volleyballer still had her hand loosely curled
around a cock, she noticed.  Sara Beth murmured contentedly as the blanket
fell over her, and she balled up as all three of them snuggled closer.  Don
seemed dead to the world as she tossed a blanket over his nude form, curled
up in the arm chair, cradling Sandra.

   Karen turned, expecting to find the Judge and Annie locked in each
other's arms near the fireplace.  Instead he was standing, silently looking
down at his sleeping daughter as he leaned against the mantelpiece.  Karen
gently spread a blanket over Annie.

   "She's so beautiful like that." he whispered.  Turning to Karen he
enveloped her in his thick arms, tugging her tightly to his rounded, ample
belly.  He playfully kissed her nose.

   "Thank you, Karen," he whispered.  "Thank you so much, ...  you don't
know what this meant to me." The Judge nodded down at his sleeping
daughter.

   "Oh, I think I do." Karen said, squeezing the strong arms around her. 
"I had a father, too." she said cryptically.  Karen leaned into the Judge's
embraced and kissed him once, very tenderly.  "I wanted to love him, ....
like that."

   Judge Grant stared at her in sudden wonder, then comprehension.  He
nodded sadly, understanding that somehow Karen would never get the chance
to share the secret, forbidden experience she had managed to allow him and
Annie to enjoy.

   "Glad I could help," she whispered.  "Throw another log on the fire,
it's getting cold." Pulling away, she padded barefoot across the floor and
climbed the stairs.

   Lost in thought, Judge Grant watched her beautiful, naked ass sway as
she mounted the staircase.  If asked, he could not have explained all the
conflicting thoughts in his head, yet one thing he did know as he stared up
at the beautiful creature entering the upstairs bedroom: She was a unique,
special person.  Someone would be very lucky to possess her, even for a
little while, he knew.

   Karen slid peacefully under the sheets, shivering a little in the cold.
Alone, satiated and excited, amazed at the incredible set of events she and
Sara Beth set in motion, Karen couldn't quite will herself to sleep.  There
was so much to think about, so much to expect, tomorrow, in the future! 
She drifted in and out of a contented drowsiness until the sky in the east
lightened perceptibly through the bedroom widow.

   "It's snowing outside," Don Grant said quietly.  He stood naked by the
window, unconcerned and comfortable with his nudity.  He looked out at the
snow-covered woods.

   "Then you'll be cold," Karen whispered.  "Better get under the covers."

   She smiled as the tall handsome lawyer slid into bed next to her,
pulling her tenderly to him, holding her, cupping her breasts.  In a little
while Karen rolled on her back, spreading her legs as she accepted his warm
kisses.

   "Oh, god," she gasped, and "Ohhh, yess!"

   Karen locked her legs over Don's naked hips and clasped him against her
as his long, hard penis sank deep into her vagina.  She pulled him down
onto her, feeling his chest crush her swelling breasts, kissing him
passionately as they fucked.  She shut her eyes and savored the sensation
of him filling her up as the cold gray sky began to brighten over his
shoulder.

   ===== to be continued ...  ====

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