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   Author: qnimbc at yahoo dot com Title: Welcome to Office and on the Road
Erotica Summary: Adult characters tracing their life back in
time.Resonating across blurred boundaries of an accepted and forbidden sex.

   Frequently added with masturbation, voyeurism.

   Keywords: masturbation, size, eroticism, classical, clit, reluct, MF,
mf, Caught, Hand, Wank, Masturbate, Porn, Pussy



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   The Afternoon at the small hotel 10th, 2007 by qnimbc





   THE FARM AND THE STUDENTS

   Hugs all over the place when they arrived.  The first week at the farm
was starting out with a bang.  Big surprises waiting, things could only get
better.  John thought about what he'd seen and learned back about country
life.  He would be graduating in six months.  Life had been moving at the
speed of light.

   John was spending his time in the barn.  Suddenly, he realized noises.
He was up high above on the second floor with a view down.  What?  he
thought.  Standing there, leaning up against the wall, looking down at what
he thought were two respectable members of the society.  John could not
believe his eyes and ears.

   He had to admit, there is something terribly sexy about a shirtless
woman in the barn.  John could feel his cock getting hard, ready, straining
through his overall.  His cock stood proudly erect inside.  John caressed
his cock through the denim, lightly brushing his fingers up and down the
shaft, catching his balls in his hand for a split second before repeating
the process.

   Awkward moment.  Her cunt lips were moist and pliant.  The woman was the
owner of the farm.  Her skirt hiked by the man's arm, her pink panties
askew, his hand inside them, his finger between her buttocks, the panties
stretched sideways enough to reveal the finger sinking in as it twisted,
going right up the young woman's pussy!

   It was Mona, Bill's and John's employer, a sensual looking woman in her
thirties.  Though 130 plus, she -(TM)s not a bit fat in the ass and calves;
her extra weight is on her chest.  John knew her also as the deaconess of
the Church of Holy and Natural Revelation.  She -(TM)s a brunette who keeps
her hair at shoulder length.  She leaned against him and kissed Bill's
neck.

   She twisted her ass while John's fellow student, Bill, also staying at
the farm over the summer, His finger corkscrewed in her delightfully tight,
elastic orifice.  Her wide open pussy clutched his three fingers and
rippled across his knuckles as he pumped in and out.

   "Thank you very much!" Mona panted.  Her face flushed red by excitement.
She was happy with her male summer interns.  They would be the source of
great fun for her.  It was a great start for her.  There would be plenty of
fresh supply over the coming two months.

   Bill's pecker stuck straight up in his overalls as he petted the pretty
woman's cunt through her sleek silken pants.

   Amazed by what John was hearing, but even more impressed by what he
felt, he opened his own fly and fished out his rock-hard cock.  John's
tongue lolled as he stroked his cock rapidly.

   When John pulled his erect, heavily veined penis out of his pants and
began to stroke the throbbing column in the curve of her thumb and fingers,
the rosy-knobbed erection twitched in midair.

   But he had more sense than to stroke it, while he was so intensely
aroused.  He didn't want his fun to end prematurely.  John's hand felt
delightful as it glided slowly up and down on his cock.  He smiled fondly
at the object in his fist.

   John stopped stroking, he still had a splendid hard-on when the woman
climbed into a new position.  The turgid thing jutting out from John's fly
throbbed with almost audible intensity.

   He let his prick go, and the knob-ended, stubby pole jerked and
twitched. He glanced quickly at her; them She gradually spread her legs
wider apart, to grant Bill greater access.

   Mona was panting heatedly by that time as she wriggled against the
student's intimate caress.Bill stretched the left elastic of her panties
once more, this time away from her cunt.

   "This isn't hellfire!" she passionately explained.  "It is the power of
the Lord!"

   Bill tickled her hairy cunt lips with his middle finger.  "This is
heaven, Miss Mona."

   "Yes, Bill, you're so right!" she hissed hotly, and threw her hips
forward with a corkscrew twist.  "This is at least paradise on earth." She
moaned.

   The fellow student's finger was entrapped, not as tightly as the finger
of his other hand had been, but tightly enough, as it sank deeply into her
moist, warm snatch.

   She bounced her bottom on the bed cover seat while Bill stroked his
upward-curling finger in and out of her slippery channel, across the
throbbing tip of her clit.

   From his hidden position, John looked down and watched the bobbing of
the large, creamy swells inside the neckline of Mona's cotton blouse.



   Mona gripped Bill's shaft just hard enough, and his slippery foreskin
unrolled and rolled back again across the ridge and bulbous swell of his
corona.  Each pumping, clasping stroke of her loving hand gave Bill added
pleasure, jacking him toward heights of passion which he hadn't reached
with his female classmates at the university in years.

   She fully retracted the foreskin and declared positively, "This is a
young man's dick." She leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth.

   Bill sighed.  "In all these years, Mona, I think no one else ever
studied it so closely as you do it now."

   Her pale skin was marvelously enticing above the brown, expanded
stocking tops.  White garter straps pressed against her flesh.  The leg
elastic of her pink panties bit into the back of Bill's wrist as his hand
rapidly churned, hidden from view, obscenely stretching her silk briefs as
his finger plunged up and down inside her.

   For John, just as stimulating to the scenery below was, the sight of his
own prick standing proudly in the circle of his pumping hand.  The veins
throbbed with vitality which recalled his youth, and his cock head swelled
like a ripe tomato.  Things like this were not supposed to happen.  John
shouldn't be watching the love scene.

   Bill wasn't that experienced with women.  His obvious confusion didn't
keep him from taking advantage of what seemed like an invitation to have
more fun with Mona.  He slipped his right hand again between her legs.

   "Yes, Lord!" Mona exclaimed, shutting her eyes as she wriggled.  "Does
it feel good, Bill?"

   "Uuuuh!  It's heaven." Bill rasped.  "Yeah, keep doing it!" he begged,
fearing she would stop just before he reached orgasm.

   Mona didn't stop.  Her pumping of Bill's prick grew even faster and more
fervent, in time with his diddling of her flooded twat.  She squirmed
frantically, finally crying out, "Ooooh, Holy Cock!" and her cunt seemed to
gulp at the young man's finger.

   John's cock, straining mightily, twitched in his tenacious grasp.  His
bulbous knob pulsated, sending a geyser of thick, whitish sperm spurting up
over they haystack.

   Bill's swollen cock head ballooned visibly again, spitting out the
product of his over-stimulated balls.  "Goddamn!" Bill said, still
obviously finding it difficult to believe what had happened to him out of a
clear sky on that lazy summer afternoon in the female farmer's barn.

   "God is good.  He reveals to us what we should do and guides us in the
completion of our work."

   Chapter 2

   Mona had been visiting the barn to have private talks with Bill.  That
ended up with a much needed fuck.  Back at her room, twenty minutes later,
she lazily pumped two fingers in and out of her lathered cunt, not wanting
to rush to a climax but striving to keep the good sensations going.

   She cared about Bill, but saw him as a person who was very unfocused and
needed some guidance.  He was young, twenty four years old, but he didn't
have the choice of having a girl friend.  As a theology student, his entire
life was committed to his future congregation.  Bill would never marry.

   She knew plenty about his life from listening to his nervous chatter and
could tell that he was a very lonely person.  She could see that in him,
because she knew from her own experience what it was to be shut out of a
normal social life.

   However, she also could tell Bill was nervous because of what he did and
did not know about women.  Two days ago, as they ate dinner, she quietly
probed Bill with questions about his feelings towards nudity and
photography.  It turned out that he was quite fascinated by nude
photography and pornography.

   It was a good start of the summer season.

   She was anticipating the upcoming meeting with John.  That man's cock
seems to be getting bigger every day, she thought.  He's now twenty-five
years old and should soon be ready to start as a pastor in our
congregation, Mona thought.

   Mona had been spying on him.

   Two nights ago when she glanced out of her window.  There, John had been
standing in the moonlight, pissing.  He wasn't far away.  Mona could see
his profile in the dark.  His cock remained rigid, as he most likely
continued to hold and stroke it.

   Recalling how John's body arched, leaning his back against the big oak
tree.  His huge tool sticking out of his open fly.  Looking at it, Mona had
gasped.  Suddenly, thinking back to that moment, she was awash with guilt
and intense horniness.

   Mona wanted to open the window and shout, "John, I'm waiting for you,"
but she decided to keep quiet.

   She let him finish his handjob.  John turned towards her.  For a short
moment, she gazed close-up at his redheaded huge rod, illuminated by the
moonlight, and her mouth watered.  John didn't know that his action was
closely watched by his female employee.

   The juices in her cunt gushed.  Her body throbbed.  She continued
rubbing her fingers across her clit and between her slippery cunt lips
until she was at the very verge of climax.

   Chapter 3

   The day after, Mona decided to agree about an appointment in her room.
It was 6 pm.  Someone knocked behind the door.  "It's John, may I come
inside?"

   A smiling Mona welcomed the young man.  "John, have a seat and relax."

   He took the indicated seat.  She sat close in front of him, her knee in
contact with his.

   "The Holy Spirit has never told me, I should dislike what I do at His
direction." She said and John couldn't understand what she meant with her
cryptic words.

   "Stand up man.  I want to have a close look at you."

   John did as her employer told.

   "You're nervous, aren't you?"

   Mona stared at the high-standing peak in his overalls, which was right
in front of her eyes.  Her brain went into a dizzy swirl.  She wanted to
free the theology student's long, stiff love maker.  Mona thought about
John's fellow student, Bill, whom she had masturbated to a spurting climax
the very same afternoon.

   "John, you seem to be watching a lot of movies lately, any good ones? 
She said.  "I've a log about the porn you're watching in your room while
you're alone," Mona continued watching carefully for his reaction.

   "Miss Mona, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be watching such movies.  It's a
sin," John explained with his head down.

   Chapter 4

   "Take off your clothes," Mona told him.  "Very slowly, walk around while
you do it.  Show yourself off, the way I do."

   He hesitated only a moment.  He shook his head.  "I can't believe this.
You want me to undress, for what purpose?"

   He felt very vulnerable, but that feeling of vulnerability made him very
aroused.  John was just a little scared, but at the same time thoroughly
enjoying the experience.  She decided to take matters one step further. 
She backed off slightly, placed her hand on his bare chest and looked him
straight in the eyes.

   She pulled up her dress and lay on her back on her bed.  She pulled her
panties to her knees.

   Now, she didn't like the idea of having the thing rammed into her mouth,
which was what she was afraid he might do, considering the position she was
in.

   "John, will you help me with something else first, something very
personal I need to know and understand?"

   In Mona's mind erotic pictures streamed, her sexual fantasies about
sucking a smaller cock was pleasurable, because it had a nice, delicate
taste and wasn't big enough to hurt her throat.  However, the large,
thrusting bones of grown men tasted much stronger, she had learned, and she
got scared sometimes when they stuck them into her mouth.

   A funny idea crossed her mind.  She thought about dicks.  Each one is
unique: length, thickness, general shape, ratio of knob to shaft, every
measurement you can think of.
Some of the Priests loved to play with her and take advantage of her
submissive nature.  In addition, she did have some pride, and the Lord had
never come right out and told her that she had to suck cock!  She unzipped

her dress-front, reached inside, and brought out a full, quivering breast.

   "You look at the movies, how about using the real thing?" Mona asked.

   John was staring at her naked mammals and swallowed.

   "Yes!  Oooh, you should have seen your cock quiver when I did that fro
you." She giggled.  "Just like yours is quivering now."

   She glared at him for several more seconds, then smiled suddenly and
pressed her nearly nude body against him.  She squirmed, wanting him to
feel her tits.





   "Didn't you just agree to follow the orders of your employer?" Mona
asked.  "It's all written in the contract.  This is also a part of your
field training."

   Mona watched with satisfaction as he unzipped the front of his overall.
Moments later, John had the overall down around his ankles.

   "I need to see you all naked." Mona said.  "This is also an official
health examination.  We need to do that with all the seasonal workers.  I'm
obliged to do it for all the trainees of the congregation."

   John said, "There is a thing you should know about me.  I get excited
when a woman is looking at me.  I wouldn't like to scare you off or offend
you in any way."

   "OK, Mister modest, I see you in tenting boxers and a t-shirt.  Now that
you're kind of used to being half-naked, let's see how you deal with
totally naked."

   John muttered as his pants descended, "I do like to understand what's
going on.  Why do I've to appear naked in front of you Miss Mona?"

   John was ashamed, his hardon got worse, and he wished, still believing
in magic to get out of this embarrassing situation, but instead his
position was getting worse.  He heard a small gasp from Mona as her eyes
gently traced around the reddish-brown, purple helmet of his mushrooming
cock head.

   "Come closer, John, I've a list of questions." Gently her hand enclosed
his out-thrust manhood.  She looked from it up to his face.  "I have to
find out that you don't possess any sexually transmitted disease."

   Mona sat on the couch and admired the view: a huge cock was sticking out
of his crotch as he removed the last of his clothes.  She slapped him on
the butt and turned him around, forcing him to stay with his arms behind
his back.

   She saw the shaft with its network of veins trailing down the sides. 
She lowered her gaze and even looked at the rather large pair of balls in
his extremely wrinkly sac.

   John shrugged.  "Miss Mona, you should be aware, I'm living a life
without women."

   "You're a handsome young man, so gorgeous, and I want to help you.  But
you haven't been very careful." Mona said.  "There is a report from a young
woman that found you masturbating in front of your computer.  I like to
talk about your strong urge to watch pornography on Internet and the videos
you have been viewing are extreme hard-core."

   John felt more embarrassed than he had ever felt before in his life, and
also more turned on.

   "If people start talking; you're getting a bad reputation".  Mona
continued.  "Imagine a ceremony; your cock is lifting its huge head high,
under the caftan.  You should know that the summers are warm here and many
pastors never wear trousers underneath.  You have to get accustomed with
women in front of you watching every little twitch, wanting to touch you,
begging for private face to face confession sessions."

   Chapter 5

   Mona thought about some of the women she knew kneeling in front of him
during a ceremony.  When they can see his huge cock growing hard, tenting
the loose cotton fabric of his flowing robe, caftan, priest costume, they
are going to eat him with a single bite.

   "Nevertheless, they dream you are naked under it.  Some might almost
faint at the sight of your giant cock.  It's much bigger, and much thicker
than any of the huge black or white cocks that have fucked them so far."

   "Why are you telling me these things?"

   "Oh?  How does a man handsome as you do without?" She chuckled deep in
her throat.  "I like you now to show me how you did it when this young
woman entered your room."

   The feelings coursing through his body were unfamiliar and wonderful. 
There was no way for John to even try to conceal his hardon from the horny
eyes of some of the cock-hungry members of the congregation.

   Mona turned her wide, pleasure-filled eyes his way as John grabbed his
rigid penis and began to stroke it.  Immediately his dick sprang to full
life in her grasp.  Her deft hand had brought him painfully erect.

   Mona's eyes twinkled.  "That looks good," she admitted.  "I can
understand the young ladies admiration.  There aren't many men with you
caliber," she said.

   John felt guilt and shame.  "I didn't mean to evoke any unwanted sexual
stimulation.  I feel so guilty about it.

   She giggled in fiendish delight.  Damn, all this thinking was making her
horny-that is hornier than usual.  "I can understand that you get in
trouble with this thing," Mona said.

   John shot up his eyebrows.The way she was talking was seriously
unnerving him.  He couldn't help but feel nervous around her now.  He
realized he was so caught up in his thoughts he stopped breathing.  He
hadn't said a word in reply yet to her question.  What if she suspected
something?  "My decision is to become an pastor and not to get married."

   "Let's talk about you and your future job.  You're going to graduate in
six months.  We're offering you a permanent job, but there are a few
special requirements.  It's my job to find out that you are the right man
for this mission."

   "I wasn't putting you under interrogation or trying to satisfy my
curiosity.  I did it for you.  To ease up your burden so you know you have
someone to talk to." Mona said.

   "Why do you women always have to be so controlling?" John said, and was
surprised with his own words.  He should be able to control his own
behavior, but he wasn't strong enough for that.

   "You're quite a young man, aren't you?  How did you learn to please a
girl so well?  There are rumors about you.  We've been talking with some of
the female students at your university.  They have given some very good
remarks about you."

   "What do you mean?" John asked with growing confusion in his voice.

   "Physically the optimum remarks for a male.  We have many women in our
congregation waiting for you to take the job as a pastor.  They're waiting
for 'long john' to start his counseling and confession services.

   "I hope that's a compliment."

   I can't close my hands around him.  He's so hot, with all those thick
veins throbbing, and the honey flowing from the tip.  Let me taste it...All
these ideas were flowing through Mona's over-sexed mind.

   Chapter 5

   Her plan was working perfectly.

   "One of your secret admirers did call on me at midnight." Mona said. 
"She was telling me that she'd been horny for you since the first time she
saw you masturbating.  She'd been looking at you for thirty seconds or a
minute.  At the first spurt, your hand, which had been moving like a
milking machine, let go."

   Moments later, Mona's both hands gently worked his testicles while her
lips milked him vigorously.  After a minute's effort, she raised her head
and smiled.

   "You have nice equipment, John." Her hand squeezed his naked 'leg'.

   Mona took it into her mouth again.  Her eyes were round as marbles.  She
made gagging noises.  Then she raised her head again and studied his face.

   How could he hope to understand the old-fashioned principles by which he
lived?  If she kept this up, pretty soon he'd squirt!  But what to do? 
This woman was in a powerful position.  There was a lot at stake.

   "Your cock isn't so straight, that curve and the size might be a problem
for some, but it's long, thick, smooth, and uncut.  The protected glans is
so pleasantly slick, and these bulging veins." Mona explained and continued
her jerkin motions.

   She rolled the foreskin slightly backward.  John's hips began to move
forward and back.  She bent again to kiss it.

   "Turn around Long John," Mona said.  When he was in position, her hands
went around his hips; a hand darted between them to squeeze the base of his
manhood.

   Mona silently giggled in feminine superiority.  "This young woman told
me, John wore no underwear, and he certainly sported a huge cock, that was
easily twice as thick as many other men, and at least twice as long." The
young woman sounded both delighted and horrified.

   "I didn't harm her.  She entered the room without knocking." John tried
to rationalize.

   "She told about a nightmare after your wanking episode.  I guess you
know her name?" Mona inquired.

   "Yes, I know, the young Miss Jennifer, she did see me masturbating."
John admitted.

   "Dear John, did you know about the nightmare she had the next night?"
Mona asked.  "Several men moved into position around Jennifer.  The largest
man stood at her head, while the others just stood around, as if waiting
for some kind of a signal.  The large man reached out, and began to grope
her tits.  He mauled her boobs so viscously, that even in her sleepy state,
she screamed out in pain.  Hearing her scream, he gripped her pussy, and
violently spreading out open.  A cock was tugged in between her legs.  The
biggest one was shoveled into her mouth while she had to use her free hands
to masturbate two more men."

   "Mona, are you suggesting that this dream was caused Jennifer seeing me
masturbating?" John asked.

   "Yes, I think so." Mona said.  "In the dream, a man whit a huge cock
dropped his trousers.  He wore no underwear, and sported a huge cock, that
was easily twice as thickness of average cocks, and at least twice as long.
Jennifer's mouth was open, as she was protesting.  He took advantage of
that and he thrust his prick deep into her mouth.  With his very first
thrust, he sunk his prick all the way into her mouth, and down her throat,
with her nose buried in his pubic hair."

   "Did I cause her a shock?" John asked.

   "John, now there's a sight for you, your fellow student was getting it
from both ends.  I'll bet she's loving every minute of it." Mona said.  "I
do understand that she was having a wet dream.  It's natural for a woman to
have this kind of fantasies.  She didn't blame you.  Jennifer is waiting
for the opportunity to make this dream become a reality." Mona said and
laughed out loud.

   John didn't understand it.  The man found himself erect and aroused, as
it was both frightening and erotic, all at the same time.

   Mona shrugged.  "There was some talks, I guess, that some of the girls
had seen you sucking your own dick."

   Mona's mouth was now open, as she was playfully protesting John slapping
her face with his huge organ, and when he thrust his prick deep into her
mouth, she was getting her own dream come true.

   In a moment John's thrusting becomes beyond his control.

   He moaned loudly, announcing to her that he was cuming, as he shot his
seed into her throat.  He made several more thrusts into her, before
finally withdrawing from her now cum filled mouth.

   Mona couldn't hide her amazement as John a few minutes later inserted
his now hard dick into her dripping cunt.  His penis begins to stroke
rhythmically, and with each pistoning movement he did fill her experienced
pussy completely.

   With each throb in Mona's vagina, she could hear him gasp, and she felt
his hot semen pour out of the violent organ, running down the crack between
her buttocks.

   With each thrust it flows around his pistoning penis and gushes out.  A
half dozen times he fills Mona's overflowing vagina, and each time his huge
cock forces it out onto her buttocks.

   As she convulsed, enjoyed, loved the big cock inside her love channel,
the huge cock began to blow his load in her cunt.  Healthy loads of cum
that had filled her cunt were both now dripping down her legs.

   Later, during the night John had even blown his load while giving Mona's
breasts a titty fuck.

   Bill was standing outside the window, he watched in horror, as Mona was
taken in every position imaginable.  He watched as she was tossed around
like a rag doll by John who had finally came the conclusion how to use her
for his own and her sexual desires.

   THE NEXT DAY ON THE PHONE

   She told them about the summer interns, in a forthright but
compassionate manner, that they had been designated to play a part in the
upcoming ceremony.

   Mona and Alice were talking on the phone about the male field trainees
working on the farm.  They felt pity about the theology students who didn't
plan to marry and how they would manage through life without women, pussy,
fucking and oral sex.

   They guessed that in some congregations, the priests took out their
frustration in other ways: frequent masturbation, reading, Internet porn,
intense athletics and some could he find new and interesting ways to
maintain their sanity.

   "Dear Julie, I could feel his body begin to thrust at my vaginal
entrance, and holy spirit, to sense his need through the insistence of his
movements." Mona explained to her female friend Julie.

   "Hod did you manage to get him doing you?" Julie wanted to know.  Her
thoughts are focused to this strong, hard man making love to Mona.

   Mona said, "I could feel this need building with every pistoning of his
massively erect penis, with every thrust of his hips.  I could feel his
buttocks clenching with increasing desperation as he came close to his
completion."

   Julie imagined what happened.  How they pounded together,stripped of
reason, reduced to primitive animals, grunting, panting, sweating,
senselessly fucking, and desperately reaching for each other.

   "Mona," she said, "would it be possible for me to meet this Mr.  Long
John?" She felt a huge wave of understanding and relief wash over her. 
Julie wanted to visit the farm on a short notice and to meet some of the
summertime field workers.

   The very thought of such a waste of young manhood made her blood turn to
hot and boiling in her veins.

   In her mind Julie could almost see Long John standing outside Mona's
window, a long "spear" in his hand, the bulbous cockhead shining in the
moonlight, gazing into her room, like some savage prince.  In her daydream
Julie wanted to be replaced as the object of desire.

   While the the two women were talking on the phone, Julie was so turned
on that she pulled her panties off and knelt on all fours on a big couch in
her living room, with her bare bottom in the air.  She pulled her short
skirt up hoping that someone would be outside the window watching her.

   The sudden realization of the prospect of meeting John in the afternoon
brought Julie to an orgasmic release which was as unexpected as it was
pleasurable.