KRISTI113  A TRUE tale about Nixxie KRISTI
        by her hubby 'PAN HANDLE'  NixPix 303/920-1263
This is an excerpt from the book I wrote about Kristi and
myself.  The scene is split between Kristi's afternoon
fantasy, the Monday following her Saturday Night debut at the
silken Garter, and Phillip's office.  Readers will remember
that Phillip is the owner of the second largest sports broad-
cast network in the world.  To help you sort out the
characters involved in this sketch, Diane is the vice-
president of marketing in Phillip's company.  She is
extremely sexual, in fact, she got the job she has because
she fucked her way to the top in one weekend.  She is
manipulative and resourceful, as you will soon see.  Sandy is
Phillip's personal secretary.  She too is a woman who
responds with a positive approach to sex.  She is bi-sexual,
and enjoys both Phillip and Diane, usually in the same
afternoon.  She is married to a rather pedestrian husband, a
man who cannot begin to satisfy her needs.  Phillip
understands Sandy, and more importantly, she understands him.
As the scene opens, Kristi is asleep on the chaise lounge by
their pool.  She has taken a Valium and is stretched out
naked on the lounge.  She has ordered a bill of groceries and
fell asleep waiting for the delivery boy.  She is dreaming.
Maybe.
 
                          Chapter 13
 
     Kristi finished her bath and decided that today would be
a perfect day to soak in a little sun.  Wrapping herself in
her black lace robe, she went out to the pool and decided
that what she needed was an overall tan.  Dropping the robe
to the ground, she stretched out, face down on the lounge
recliner and began to enjoy the morning rays.  The sun beat
down on her round ass and its warmth felt like a dozen warm
hands gently caressing her bottom. As she laid there, she
began to float down a lazy river of free thoughts and
memories.
     There were men along this river.  Big men.  Little men.
Men with dicks of average size, men with cocks the size of
tree limbs.  There were men who made love to her and there
were men who fucked her.  Some made her happy.  Some made her
sad.  The all made her come.  The river was green, like the
eyes that were Kristi's.  The sun was hot.  Like the pussy
that was Kristi.
     As she continued to float down the rolling river, she
could feel the hands of a thousand men touching her, stroking
her, making her convulse against her will.  They would put
their fingers in her cunt.  She'd try to pull away, but her
pussy would make her push back.  They'd touch her breasts and
make her nipples hard as ice, as hot as fire.  They'd push
her ass cheeks apart and put their fingers in her asshole, in
her pussy.  And they'd part her lips with their cocks.  One
after another, she would open her lips, push her tongue to
the side and suck their cocks deep into her throat, sucking
them until they gave up their hot seed into her mouth, until
she could feel them spend themselves in her throat, pulsing
and contracting and as soon as one was finished, another
began until all the dicks in the world seemed to be waiting
their turn to come in Kristi's cunt.  She was a whore, and
the world was waiting its turn.  So many cocks.  She would
never find enough time.  Never!
 
     "Mrs. Renyolds."  Kristi heard one of the men calling
her name.
     "Mrs. Renyolds.  Are you okay?"  The voice called to her
again.
     "Mrs. Renyolds.  Can you hear me?"  The voice was closer
now.  Suddenly Kristi realized that it was not a voice from
the dream river.  It was a voice of a very real person.  She
opened her eyes.  He couldn't have been over sixteen at best.
It took a few seconds, but Kristi was able to put together
the hot bath, the valiums, the warmth of the sun and her
frantic weekend.  She had fallen into a very deep sleep.  And
now she was awake.  Everything was alright.  She was on her
chaise lounge, it was Monday, and this divine little boy was
the delivery boy from Tony's.  He had brought the things
she'd ordered.
     And when she started to get up, she realized she was
naked!  Reaching for the robe she had dropped on the
concrete, Kristi acted like this was the most normal thing in
the world.  She thought about asking this young man just what
he meant standing there looking at her like that, but she
knew it wasn't his fault.  He was delivering her groceries.
But she wondered how long he had stood there before saying
anything.  How long he spent looking at her smooth ass, her
firm thighs, her naked back.  Had he walked to the bottom of
the lounge and tried to see her pussy from between her legs?
Had he perhaps touched himself while he had watched her
sleep, naked and defenseless?  Maybe he had taken his little
boy penie weenie out of his pants while he was watching her.
Maybe his little boy cock had gotten hard right there on her
patio and maybe he had stroked his dick while he imagined
what it would be like to touch a woman like her.  Maybe he
had touched her!  That would be just like a boy like this to
reach out and touch a naked woman as she lay sleeping in the
privacy of her own back yard.  Had he been content to just
look?  Or did he lightly touch her ass, the ass that had been
naked and defenseless to his gaze.  Maybe touching her ass
hadn't been enough for him.  Maybe he had slid his hand down
her ass and had felt her pussy while she slept.  Maybe, in
her sleep, feeling his hand snaking its way into her pussy,
maybe she had opened her legs just a bit.  A very natural
reaction.  Maybe she had opened her legs just a little and
maybe he had thought that she was opening them for him.  He
was so young!  He had probably not had a great deal of
experience at this sort of thing.  Maybe when her legs opened
just a little, maybe he had slid a finger into her pussy.
Maybe this boy had run his middle finger all the way up her
cunt, and when he had, she had probably gotten moist between
her legs.
     Maybe she had been dreaming at that very moment about
Phillip or maybe about the African, and maybe because of her
dream, maybe she had gotten more than a little moist down
there.  Maybe she had gotten wet there.  Gotten very, very,
wet there.  Maybe when he slid his hand into her pussy, she
had gotten wet and started to react to his hand.  Perhaps
while his hand was in her cunt, and she was so wet, maybe she
had started to fuck his hand and when she did, maybe he
thought she was awake and he fingered her harder and faster
and deeper and maybe, while he was doing all that to her,
maybe, it was possible, maybe she had come on his hand.  It
was possible, she supposed, that she had come on his hand at
the precise same moment that he had brought himself to a
climax and maybe no he thought that she was never asleep, but
that she was just a slut.  A slut that enjoyed turning on
young boys by letting them come on her naked bottom while
they finger fucked her to a screaming orgasm.
     She pulled the robe around her and fastened the belt.
It was a beautiful robe, delicately made of Irish lace.
Black lace that showed her pink skin through the holes in the
lace.  Black lace that covered her body, except for all the
places that could be seen through.  Protected her fro the
prying eyes of a world full of men who wanted to see her
naked.  They couldn't see much through this robe.  Only a
little piece of skin here and there.  A nipple perhaps.  A
small patch of pussy.  It was better, Kristi thought, then
being naked!
     "I'm sorry to wake you ma'am, but I'm from Tony's Market
and I needed you to sign the ticket.  I put the groceries in
the kitchen for you, and I started to leave, but I was afraid
that maybe something was wrong with you, and when you didn't
answer me I was afraid maybe you was sick, or something.  I
really am sor..."
     "It's alright.  I needed to get up anyway.  I guess I
was just in a deep sleep.  I really should apologize to you.
I don't usually lay around the house naked like that.  I hope
I didn't upset you."  Kristi was starting to warm up to this
young boy.  "At any rate, all's well that ends well, and I'd
say this was a nice ending, wouldn't you?"
     The boy was in a trance.  He could see right through the
robe Mrs. Renyolds was wearing!  She must not have realized
her nipples came right through the holes in the lace.  He was
trying not to stare.  But shit, he could see her pussy.  This
bitch was hot!
     "Well, if you'll just sign this, I'll be going.  I've
got other stops to make."  He was nervous and Kristi could
tell that her first thoughts about this lad when she awoke
couldn't have been further from the truth. He was just a boy,
and if either of them had anything to gear, it was not her.
     "Of course.  I'm going to put you tip on the ticket.
You tell Tony I said that you were a very polite young man.
And you don't tell him you caught me naked and we'll stay
friends for a long time."  She said this last remark with a
twinkle in her eyes.  There was no doubt in her mind that a
shy young boy like this would not have the nerve to tell
anyone about any of this.  The more Kristi thought about it,
the more she was tempted to instill herself in this
youngster's mind as a life time memory.  But he was so young,
and besides, she had to prepare supper.
     She watched his cute little ass as he walked out the
garden gate, and found herself getting horny again.  Thank
goodness that Phillip would be home soon.  She sat back down
on the chaise lounge.  When she did, she sat on a small
puddle of something warm and sticky.  Kristi caught some on
the tip of her finger, and even before she put it in her
mouth, she knew what it was.
 
 
                              ii
 
 
 
     Sandy buzzed Phillip's office and waited for him to
respond.  When he didn't answer, she didn't buzz again.
After four years working for him, she was aware of his habits
and knew that when he didn't answer, it was because something
more important had his attention.  And the only thing more
important to Phillip than business, was pussy.  She buzzed
Diane's office.  No Answer.  It didn't take a rocket
scientist to figure out what was going on in Phillip's
office.  Or who it was going on with!  If he was doing what
she thought he was doing, she was going to have a very busy
afternoon.
     Diane's specialty was blow jobs.  According t the office
gossip, she could suck a cock with the same casualness that a
secretary would like a stamp.  She did not, however, like
fucking.  In fact, to her knowledge, the only person in the
company that had fucked Diane was Phillip.  The interesting
part about this was that when Diane was fucked by Phillip,
she would only let him come once.  That just wasn't enough
for a man like him, and on those occasion, Sandy was called
in to serve as a relief fucker.  It was a double header for
her, because while Phillip wasn't satisfied with just one
fuck, Diane wasn't satisfied at all.  So after she'd finish
Phillip off, she'd go to Diane's office and satisfy her.
Neither of them knew that she was servicing the other, and
the arrangement turned out to be a very fulfilling one.
Sandy got to fuck the man she loved, and then eat out the
pussy she had learned to crave.
     Sandy went into the bathroom to get ready for what she
knew would become a very demanding afternoon.  Taking off her
bra, she looked at her breasts in the full length mirror
Phillip had installed in her private bath.  She squeezed the
nipples, and applied a little rouge to them.  Phillip loved
her breasts.  He said they were exactly the right size for
his hands and mouth.  He'd always told her that if her
husband didn't fall asleep with one of her tits in his mouth
at night, he was a grade A idiot!  He really did seem to like
them.  If he was having a really bad day, sometimes he would
call her into his office and just say.  "What a rotten day."
That was her cue to open her blouse and just let him look at
her tits.  It always seemed to brighten his outlook.
     After she removed her bra, she put her blouse back on
and went back into her outer office to wait for his call.
She heard the door to his private entrance close, and knew
she would be needed in the next few minutes.  The intercom
buzzed sooner than she expected.
     "Sandy, could you step in here a moment, please."  It
was Diane calling her, not Phillip.
     "Sure thing, Diane.  Be right in."  She called Phillip's
extension.
     "Phillip, Diane needs me for something.  I'll be back in
a minute."
     "Okay.  When you finish doing what she needs, could you
please come in here?"
     "Sure thing.  It won't take too long.  I think she has a
piece of dictation for me.  Be to you in about five..."
     Alright!  A double header!  Sandy would have creamed in
her panties, if she'd been wearing any.  As she walked into
Diane's office, the tall redhead was sitting on the corner of
her desk.  There was no mistaking her manner.  She was a
woman who needed a job done, and she needed it done right.
Sandy closed the door and started to lock it.
     "Don't lock it.  I like the excitement of knowing that
anyone can walk in here while you've got your tongue in my
pussy."  Diane stood up and merely hiked her skirt up around
her waist.  She didn't have any panties or hose on.
     "We don't have a lot of time.  Eat me now!" Diane
rasped.
     Sandy walked over to Diane, and gently pushed her back
on the desk.  Diane allowed herself to be lowered back on her
elbows by the short blonde.  Sandy bent forward and placed
her lips directly on Diane's hot pussy.  Diane never allowed
her cunt to be obstructed with hair, and when she was wet,
her entire pubic area was slick and glistening.  Sandy had
eaten many pussies in the last four years.  She had eaten
them late at night, and early in the morning.  She'd eaten
them for hours at a time, and had eaten them in short bursts
of passion.  She'd eaten pussies in the conventional places,
such as bedrooms and hotel rooms, and in unlikely locations,
such as elevators and parking lots, but of all of them, her
favorite was always Diane's.
     In the beginning, when she had first started to service
Diane on a regular basis, she had always referred to her as
her own sweet eclair.  The first time she had eaten Diane
after she had just been bucked by Phillip, Diane told her,
"Now I'm you sweet eclair with a creamy filling."  There'd
been something special about eating out a woman who'd just
fucked her boss, especially when she know that the same cock
which left its traces in this woman was about to be in her
own pussy within minutes.
     Sandy never understood why, but whenever she ate Diane,
she always started to come the minute Diane let out her first
moan and didn't stop coming until Diane did.  Today was no
exception.  Diane was propped up on her elbows, her breasts
heaving in their blouse, her long auburn hair brushing
against the top of the desk, her long legs bowed and spread
wide, and Sandy's head was bobbing up and down as her tongue
fervently wagged back and forth, removing any traces of
Phillip's visit, leaving it its place, the slick warm love
juices that Diane was so generously providing to mix with
the hot juices in Sandy's mouth.
     "Oh don't stop, Sandy.  Keep you tongue moving in my
cunt.  Damn, you can eat a pussy.  You've got more tongue
than most men have dick!  Yeah, that's it.  Snake it in and
out.  Oh! Oh! Yeah, bite it.  Bite my clit.  Oh, yes, baby,
suck me clean.  Suck that nasty come he left in me.  Suck me
clean!  Diane popped in less than 3 minutes.
     Sandy licked her lips and very daintily wiped the juices
from Diane's pussy off her face.  She didn't have a great
deal of time.  She'd left her desk less than five minutes
ago, yet she knew that Phillip needed her and that what was
only three minutes on a clock, was an eternity on a hard
cock.  She would have ordinarily cleaned Diane up, powdered
her twat and comforted her as only a woman can.  But there
was no time for that today.  She looked at Diane and said,
     "Phillip called me right after you did.  I'll go see
what he wants and if you still need me, I'll come back in
after I take care of him."
     With that, she was gone.
 
 
                             iii
 
 
     When Sandy entered Phillip's office, she was not the
least bit disappointed in what she found.  Her boss had not
waited for her.  When she opened his door, the first thing
she saw was Phillip, standing by his window, looking out at
the city.  She was not surprised to find him naked, but she
was surprised to see what he was doing.  Even with his back
to her, it was obvious that he was jerking off.  Closing the
door quietly, she moved next to him at the window.  She had
never seen a man do this before.  Her husband said real men
never whack off, but then, her husband was authority on real
men.  He was one of the original Wham bam, thank you ma'am,
boys from way out west!  He had no idea of what sex was
about, or how many different ways it can be enjoyed.  Though
they still lived together, and on an irregular basis, he
still stuck his dick in her, using her as a receptacle for
his lust, Sandy was light years ahead of him when it came to
sex.
     Seeing this strong, virile man stroke his own cock,
unashamed to be doing it in her presence, brought on a new
wave of respect for Phillip.  She put one hand on his upper
right arm and just stroked his arm as he handled his own
cock.
     "Talk to me," was all he said.
     "Do you want me to talk to you about what I think about
when I make love to someone else?  I'm such a bad girl
sometimes.  Do you know that sometimes I think about what it
would be like if I were forced to fuck someone I didn't know.
I think about what it would be like to be tied up and be
forced to fuck different men that my husband would bring
home.  I sometimes think what it would be like if I could tie
him up and make him watch as you fuck me.  Make him watch as
you take that big dick of your and run it in and out of my
pussy!  Each time you take it out, he'd see my slick love
juice coating your big cock, and then I think about him
watching as I suck your dick into my mouth, running my tongue
over the head of your cock until you come all over my face.
     "And sometimes I think about typing you down on top of
your desk, spread eagle, face down, and I'd coat your asshole
with Vaseline, and I'd put different things up your ass.
Sometimes I think about putting my finger up your ass, and
sometimes I think about putting my tongue there instead!  And
sometimes I think about telling my husband what a better
lover you are then he is, and then calling him and telling
him that I've got you all tied down and greased up and
telling him to come over and fuck you in the ass with his
little dick for all the times you've put that big cock of
yours into his wife's pussy."
     Sandy reached behind Phillip and ran her fingernails
ever so lightly over his hairy ass, and with every movement
of her nails, he cock was jerking and his hot juice was
spilling on his hand and running down to the floor.  When he
had stopped coming, Sandy knelt down beside him, turned his
body toward her and lifted his cock into her mouth, using
only her lips and tongue.  In little more a minute, Phillip
came again in his secretary's mouth.  He came like a man who
hadn't come in a week.