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 It was Dr Ruth who said that "Fantasies are ok as long as no one gets hurt"
Ok, then....

   Fantasy One-



   I dodged around the corner of the house and ducked underneath some
bushes.  My heart was going a mile a minute, and for a good reason.  The
car that just drove by had been a cop, just like I thought.  If they saw a
mysterious figure dressed all in black sneaking around a house they would
have had a field day.  Juvenile or not, I would have been porked big-time.

   I waited until I heard no more noise from the street, then came up from
under the bushes.  Nicole's parents were already gone, so all that remained
was to complete the Plan.  I quickly checked my equipment; rope, knife,
half-size crowbar, syringe, and a bottle of delta-3-tetranitro-murotinol
(DTM).  The last thing had been very difficult to come by.  I had finally
scoured the library for a synthesis treatise, and the rest was cake.  My
chem lab could now turn out enough of this stuff to drug an army.  Hehehe

   Quickly, I made my way around to the back of the house, and onto the
porch.  After glancing into the patio door, I satisfied myself that no-one
was home except Nicole.  Good one.  I then climbed the stairs leading to
the 2nd floor porch.  One stair creaked rather loudly, but I stood
completely still for five seconds and nothing was heard from inside the
house.  So I continued.

   Once on the landing, I dropped to my hands and knees and quietly
shuffled over to the window I knew was hers.

   I knew it because I had spent months watching her through it.  Nicole's
house was on a hill with another large, forested hill behind it.  I guess
she figured no one could possibly see her, so she left her curtains open
most of the time.  Unfortunately, she didn't count on me.  When staring at
her in school, especially in our gym class, wasn't enough, I got her
address by hacking the school computer, then scouted the location
thoroughly.  After a few nights of experimentation, I found one spot that
was perfect for spying through my telescope (if my grandmother knew what
kind of heavenly bodies I was looking at through the telescope she gave me
she would probably have a coronary.

   Anyhow, I spent many nights up there, most for only a half-hour or so,
but some nights a couple of hours was nessecary to document Nicole's nude
exercise sessions.  I bought a device which allowed me to rig a camcorder
to a telescope, so I have about twenty or so tapes of Nicole.

   Back at the window, I carefully listened to the noises from her room. 
Nicole was playing some sort of dance music, but I didn't hear anything
else, which meant she was probably on her bed, reading or something.

   So I took that moment to carefully poke my head above the window frame
and look inside.  At first I saw nothing but her dresser, but then I
glanced around and found her.

   Beautiful!  Stupendous!!  This 15 year old brunette had everything a man
could ask for.  For one, her breasts were to die for; 38DD's (I guessed)
which complemented her thin (but not skinny) frame.  Her face was a work of
art with an thin, slightly arched nose, hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and
full pouty ruby red lips.  She and I were thankfully in the same classes at
school, and our gym class was the highlight of my week.  To see her
jumping, running, and even just standing around wearing short shorts and a
too-tight tee-shirt was enough to make me want to scream.  But after this
lost its novelty (and especially when she got excused from gym because of
some personal reason), I decided to learn more about her.  That's what
brought me eventually here.

   I saw her on her bed, laying on her side facing away from me, reading
something.  She wore a loose tee-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts.  Her
alabaster skin practically shone in the light of her bedside lamp.  Her
hair seemed to catch the light and reflect it like a prism, giving her a
slight halo.  I was sad to find that I couldn't see the rest of her, but I
gave myself solace.  That would all change soon.

   I began to prepare, as silent as a stone.  I pulled on the red ski-mask
and took the syringe from my pouch.  I filled it with 11 cc's of DTM (as
her 108 lb weight prescribed), then capped the syringe and put it into the
wrist pocket of my coat.

   Taking a few breaths to steady myself, I decided to begin.  I went over
my contingencies quickly, then began.

   I saw that the window was cracked slightly already, so I wouldn't need
the crowbar.  With a flash of speed, I threw the window open completely and
leapt headfirst into the room towards the bed.

   In less than two seconds I regained my feet and saw that Nicole had not
moved.  She was fast asleep!  I could hardly believe my luck!

   Not wanting to press my luck, I removed the syringe and uncapped it,
putting the cap into my pocket.  Holding the syringe in my gloved hand, I
moved closer to Nicole.  God, it was maddening!  Being so close to her body
was driving me crazy, but I composed myself.  I quickly jabbed her in the
thigh with the syringe and jammed the plunger down quickly.  Just as I
pulled the syringe out, she moved her hand down to massage what she
probably thought was a leg cramp.  Unfortunately, the pain also caused her
to wake up, and she raised her head and was looking straight into my eyes.

   For a second, she just sat there, looking at this mysterious figure
kneeling at the foot of her bed holding a syringe.  Then it must have hit
her because she jumped up to a sitting position, trying to shield herself
from me.  But it didn't matter...

   DTM has been described as a cross between LSD, Truth serum, and spanish
fly.  Originally tested by the military as a hyponotic suggestion aid, the
use of it was discontinued because of "the unpredictable effects on both
male and female libido".

   Nicole was definitely feeling the effects of the drug, as she was
looking around the room frantically, like a trapped rabbit.  Her arms then
dropped to her sides and she began to breath heavier.  She looked at me now
with not fear, just puzzlement.  I quickly seized my opportunity and rushed
up to her, kissing her on the lips fully.  She tensed at first, but then
loosened considerably.  She didn't even flinch when I began massaging one
of her breasts through her shirt.  It felt magnificent, every bit as great
as I always imagined.  They hadn't succumbed to the ravages of age yet, and
were nice and firm.  I could feel the nipple stiffen until it poked through
the shirt into the palm of my hand.

   We broke off our kiss, and she looked at me with hazy, almost delirious
eyes.  I grabbed her hand and placed it on my rock hard dick, and she began
to rub it through my jeans.  As she did this, I took off her shirt and
began to move her to a more comfortable position.  She willingly shifted
until she was laying topless on the bed, her legs spread wide.  Her breasts
seemed to glow in the light, her impossibly pale skin contrasting with the
rose-colored, nickel sized nipples perfectly.  I bent down and licked her
hard nipples as my hand moved down beneath the waistband of her boxers.  I
felt the soft hair of her vagina and tugged on it slightly.  She groaned
and said something unintelligible as she arched both her back and hips to
meet me.

   I continued paying homage to her headlights as my index finger traced
her slit slowly.  She tried to arch her hips in order to insert my finger,
but I denied her by moving my finger up to just above her clit.  I slowly
brushed her sparse hair with my fingers until she began to moan, then moved
my finger down slightly, until it was resting right on her button. 
Delicately, I began to stimulate her clit with my fingers, feeling her get
more and more excited.

   She then grabbed my hair, and for a moment, I thought she was going to
ruin the whole thing by fighting back or something.  But apparently, that
was the furthest thing from her mind, as she urged my head down towards her
cunt.

   Obliging, I pulled the boxers down and off, and knelt between her legs.
Her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her; a perfect triangle of thin
black hair framing a thin slit that was beginning to glisten with barely
contained wetness.

   I put my face onto her pussy and kissed her clit softly.  She groaned
and contorted her hips, but I hung on.  With my tongue, I flicked her clit
quickly as I pushed a finger into her sopping cunt.  After about two
minuted of direct clitoral stimulation, she began to buck and wail in
orgasm.  I was glad no-one was home because she could have woken the dead.

   I pressed on, continuing to lick the hard little nub of flesh while
inserting another finger into her vagina, plunging them in and out in a
steady rythym.  She had another orgasm, then another...  then another.  She
had long since forgone grabbing my hair and I looked up to see her roughly
squeezing her breasts, kneading the taut flesh in her hands, and
occasionally pinching her stiff nipples.

   I couldn't stand anymore, and after I gave her a fifth orgasm, I raised
my head and looked into her eyes.  She didn't want me to stopp, but she
knew what was next.  She gyrated her hips against me as I removed my jacket
and pants.  I kept the mask on, for obvious reasons.  Soon my underwear was
on the floor, and my erect penis wagged in front of me like a flagpole.  I
positioned myself on top of her and reached down, guiding my dick to her
cunt.

   When I inserted it, I almost lost the game right there.  But I composed
myself and plunged my full length into her vise-tight pussy.  She came once
again, and I counted about three more while I fucked her.

   She was like a wild woman, curling her legs around my waist and urging
me on, moaning "yeah..  yeah..  yeah..." She grabbed my hands and planted
them on her tits, and I pinched her nipples as I screwed her.  I was taking
it slow so as not to end it too quickly, and she was really enjoying
herself.  She began to flex the muscles in her cunt with every stroke, and
I felt like I was about to come each time she did.  But each time she
relaxed them, the feeling passed and I plunged on.  After about ten minutes
of slow, luxurious fucking, I couldn't contain myself any more.  I had to
come soon or I would die.

   I sped up my pace and she grabbed my arms, enjoying the ride.  I began
to fuck her to an imaginary dance beat in my head, fast and furiously.  Her
tits bounced with each thrust and her face was contorted with pleasure. 
Her entire body, as well as mine, was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and
we smacked lightly as we came together each time.

   I felt her come again, and decided it was time.  I withdrew my dick and
moved up to straddle her chest.  She was a step ahead of me, turning her
head up and opening her mouth wide for my dick.  She took me in all the way
to my balls, until her nose was tickling my pubic hair.  She pulled her
head back slowly, scraping my penis with her teeth ever so slightly as she
did.  When she reached the swollen head of my penis, she sucked on it... 
hard.  She massaged my balls as she did this, and after less than a minute
of sucking, I began to come.

   The first shot, she swallowed, but the subsequent ones she allowed to
splash all over her chin, neck and upper chest.  I spurted for what seemed
to be an eternity, until I was absolutely spent.  I looked down to see that
she was bringing the cum from her body up to her mouth with her fingers and
she seemed to love it.  She continued to suck her fingers with closed eyes,
seemingly oblivious to my presence.  I climbed off of her, and she
continued to revel in the afterglow.

   Quickly, I dressed and went to the bathroom, retrieving a washcloth from
the closet.  I wet it with warm water then went back to her room.

   By the time I got back she was fast asleep.  DTM had the aftereffect of
causing its subjects to fall into a deep sleep after twenty minutes or so.
I had timed it perfectly, apparently, as she was practically snoring.

   Softly, I cleaned the cum from her face, neck and chest.  She didn't
stir at all when I did this, and after I was done I looked down at her. 
Her body was so perfect that I wanted to fuck her again, despite my
exhausted state.  I cupped her left breast in my hand, and felt the nipple
harden again.

   Good sense won over lust, however, and I retrieved her shirt and shorts
from the floor and dressed her.  After this, I gently coaxed her into the
same basic position that I had found her in, and took the book she was
reading off of the floor.  I glanced that the title and chuckled as I put
the book back on the bed next to her.  She would wake up the next morning
thinking she had an incredibly erotic dream brought on by her book "Lady
Chatterly's Lovers"

   I went about the room making sure that no sign of my presense was left.
I put the capped, used syringe back into my pouch, and sighed deeply.

   Pausing only to kiss her softly on the lips, I left the same way I had
come in, closing the window except for the one inch it had been open.

   Struggling to keep my shaking body in check, I made my way down the
stairs and onto the lower porch.  I was worried about the time, so I
checked my watch.  Fortunately, it was still before midnight, and Nicole's
parent's wouldn't be home for another hour or so.  I had been bothered by
the fact that her parents might come home and try to wake their daughter
out of her drugged sleep.  That would be when the shit would have hit the
proverbial fan.  Thankfully, the effects of a single dose of DTM wore off
in about 45 minutes, so that meant she would be completely free of its
influence, and could be woken normally.  Otherwise, she would simply sleep
until she woke up.

   I cautiously made my way around the house and into the forest next to
the property.  After travelling for about fifteen minutes, I came to the
road where I had my father's car parked.  Just in case, I stripped to my
skivies, and put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt I had in the trunk.  I
tossed the clothes into the woods in different directions, tossing the mask
and gloves into a shallow ravine by the side of the road.  After a thought,
I took out my pouch and withdrew the used syringe from it.  Hurling it into
the forest as hard as I could, I discarded the last piece of evidence that
could connect me with the event.

   As I drove home, I thought about the events of that night.  Everything
had gone perfectly, and Nicole would wake up with a hallucinogenic
'dream-fuck', if she remembered anything at all.  If she did remeber being
attacked by a masked man who came flying into her window, I could never be
traced to her.  I hadn't left anything there, and all the evidence was
scattered in a forest about 1 mile away from the house.  The possibilities
of me being found out were virtually nil, so long as I kept my mouth shut
about it.  But since I wasn't the bragging type, even that loophole was
closed.

   This was a dawn of a new age for me.  Many interesting adventures
awaited me.  I was especially excited about my next project.  I could
barely wait to get home and work on the EM Shunter.  Then things would
definitely get good.





   Physics has always been one of my favorite subjects, along with
chemistry and math.  The liberal arts always took a backseat to the
scientific in my life, but never left the car completely.  My favorite part
of physics was particle theory.  Molecules, atoms, electrons, protons,
anti-matter, and electro-magnetic waves.  One of my favorite theories was
that of manipulation of electro-magnetic wave and utilizing them for the
production of work and other effects.

   My first 'invention' operates along these lines.  So to understand the
story, you would have to understand the invention.  So, bear with me folks,
I'll get back to the sex soon enough.

   Light is particulate, as it is made up of uncharged particles called
photons.  And when these photons hit surfaces, it is bounced back.  What
color this light it is dependent on a sort or 'resonance frequency' of the
matter.  Whatever light is bounced back is captured by the eye, and
registered as a color of light.  Therefore whatever you see out of your
eyes is the light around you bouncing off of different matter around you.,
and if the waves don't hit anything, your eyes (or cameras) don't see it.

   Along these lines, you can use an analogy to see my theory.  Picture a
piece of paper shaped into a hollow cylinder, laid on it's side.  Then
picture a dipolar magnet (a rectangle with N and S on it) long enough to
fit just inside the tube.  Now spin the magnet at a very high rate of
speed, and this projects a field of sorts (an alternating field of magnetic
waves.) Next, take a handful of uncharged particles (photon, or iron
filings if you don't have any of the previous handy) and sprinkle then into
this field.  Now if the magnet is spinning fast enough, if will project
these particles from the cylinder at a tangential angle.  No particles will
stick to the paper so long as you remove the magnet after you stop adding
the iron filings.

   My invention works this way.  A series of coiled electro magnets is
attached to the body along the outer most points, using a bodysuit.  Next,
a power unit sends charge to these magnets in a computer controlled
sequence that forces the photons of light into tangential motion along a
strong neutral charge barrier ( a field that compensates for the ambient
light and matches it intensity.) To accomplish the neutral charge required
an incredibly complicated computer chip, which I built.  It took me about
two years to complete the prototype of this chip, using some circuitry from
a few broken laptops and other junk I had inheritted.  To power this dual
high intensity magnetic field, I needed a very high amperage power source.
To do this, I used a 20 microgram uranium power cell.  If you're wondering
how the hell a teenager got that, let me just say that the stuff is out
there if you know the right people.  Let that be a lesson to the so-called
authorities.  They control that kind of stuff because it could be used for
nuclear triggers.  I only wanted it to see some naked women.

   Also if you were wondering how the hell I protected myself from a
radioactive element on my person, the power cell was encased in a 2 cm
thick lead shell.  That was more than enough to block any harmful
radiation.

   So, I went down my basement one day while my parents were away on one of
their frequent holidays.  Gone for months, they had left me with a list of
phone numbers, a bank card which tapped into a stacked bank account, and a
houseful of food, booze, and weed (just let me say my father is very cool).

   One side of the basement had been converted into my workshop.  I had
convinced my father that I was making some sort of revolutionary power
source, and that it had to be guarded.  The reality was that my workshop
housed some of the most controversial of my projects, namely DTM, and a few
volumes of nude photos of Nicole (my previous and current obsession.) I
purchased an electronic cardkey lock from a security company, and my father
had it installed.  So now only 2 copies off my card key existed anywhere;
one on my person, and the other in a secret location.

   The installation of the power source was difficult.  I spent all night
hooking it up and making other minor adjustments to the device.  The power
source was soon functional, producing a current of 3000 volts and 120 amps.

   The suit was complete, and only lacked the power source.  It was perched
on a dummy with sensors running through it like veins, reporting back to my
PC.  The power source was put into the socket that the wrist, and the small
computer screen lit up.  It showed various things like power supply,
ambient light frequencies, and the angles of the electromagnets.  Once I
was satisfied that it hadn't fried itself yet, I slowly increased the power
to the coils while I watched the screen of my PC.  Various meters showed
the charge of the magnetic field in at various points in the body.  After
fiddling with the calibration circuits, I set the magnets at certain angles
that didn't allow any charge to penetrate the suit.  I also programmed into
the computer a series of angles that would cause the fields to intersect
the dummy, and told the computer simply not to allow these angles.  Another
complicated part fo the programming was to recalibrate the angles according
to motion or position to the body.  Otherwise, it would work when you
moved.

   At last, the calibration was complete, and I turned on the set of
magnets that controlled the mobile magnetic force.  At once, I saw an
effect.  They suit seemed to glow slightly, then dimmed, as if it were a
ghost.  I plucked the control box off of the wrist of the suit and it
became solid-looking almost immediately.  Using its controls, I calibrated
the speed and synchronization of the waves until the computer 'got the
pattern'.  Instantaneously, the suit and dummy vanished!!

   I was shocked, I had expected the transluscent effect, but didn't guess
this prototype would work fully.  I reached out to touch the suit
carefully. My fingers met a surface that practically buzzed with magnetism.
I pulled my hand back quickly and examine my fingers.  They felt normal and
no harm had come to them, so I touched it again until my hand was resting
on the suit's arm.  So if you tried to feel the invisible object, all it
did was give an uncomfortasble sensation.  Suddenly, the lights in the
workshop went out.  Now everything was invisible!!!

   Cursing my luck, I reached over to my desk and fumbled around for the
flashlight.  When I turned it on, I pointed it at the dummy, marveling at
the perfect effect of the suit.  It was invisible save for a very, very
slight haze only visible if you stared exactly where you neeeded to stare.
I wondered if the suit had something to do with the power outage, and
decided to shut it off just in case.  Suddenly, the suit flashed back into
existance and I realized exactly why the power had gone out.  The fusebox
was barely ten feet away from the dummy, and I opened it up to prove my
suspicions.  Sure enough, all but two to the fuses in the house were blown.
I spent about twenty-five minuites replaced all 34 fuses one by one.  What
I hadn't thought about was the fact that while the magnetic charge wasn't
really strong enough to pick up larger objects, it zapped the small charged
metal pieces inside of a fuse.  Definately the EM Shunter would have to
stay away from fuse-boxes during its use.

   Over the next 5 days, I tested the shunter after school each day. 
During school, however, I began to plot my next project.  I kept an eye out
for possible routes to take to the gym.  During my study, I got a hold of
Nicole's personal file (being an 'office helper' has its priviledges!).  In
it, I found nothing except records of her grade and schedules.  I found her
current one, and found out which days she had gym (this semester we weren't
in many classes together.)

   While in my own gym class one day, I found a copy of the locker room
assignments of the girls and boys.  I quickly found Nicole's, and after
cross-checking it with a map to the locker rooms, decided the best places
for me to go.

   It was decided.  I would call in sick on Monday, and sneak into the
lower girl's gym during homeroom.  From that point, I would be able to
observe all of the gym classes that day from a secluded alcove of the gym.
Hehehe

   The EM shunter was now perfectly calibrated.  I had field tested it
dozens of times already.  Walking around in the streets, around neighbor's
houses.  I heard one person comment about there being a ghost in the room,
and I could barely contain myself.

   Monday morning, I called the school nurse.  Complaining of severe
stomach pains, I claimed that I was suffering from a mild case of food
poisoning.  It was, of course, going to be confirmed by my family doctor,
but some doctor's stationary is not hard to come by, and besides, I was
such a good student that no-one would suspect anything.

   Stashing the suit in a suitcase, I tossed it into the front seat of my
dad's Bronco.  Donning a pair of dark glasses and a baseball hat (which I
never wear), I drove to the forest opposite the school.  Once there, I
parked near a fishing spot and put the suit on inside the car.  Once
activated, it rendered me invisible, even to myself.  I quickly exited the
car and snuck into the woods.  I was invisible, but not inaudible; I was
definitely testing my stealth skills.

   Once near the school, I snuck into one of the fire exits on the basement
level.  Quietly I walked past the library, past a few students every now
and then, hustling by for homeroom.

   Although I had never been in there, the route to the girl's locker room
was ingraned upon my mind.  I had studied the maps intensively so as to
know every possible escape route in case something went wrong.  I reached
the doors to the locker rooms within seconds of entering the school.  I
quickly slipped into the door when the coast was clear, and ran up the
stairs.  As I predicted, the locker room was empty save for one female
phys-ed teacher whose office was down there.  She was on the phone with
someone, and wasn't really paying attention when I passed her door.  She
wasn't half bad herself, a bit older, but not bad.  I made a mental note to
find out a way for me to place a camera into her private shower room so I
could tape a few sessions.

   Once in the locker room proper, I found my alcove and settled in.  It
had once been a spot where a heating duct came up from the boiler, but the
oil heat had long since been replace by gas, and the only vent there now
was a small one in the floor.  But the spot left was a small indentation in
the wall almost three feet deep.  I could duck into it and provide myself
the optimum view of the showers and the lockers.

   I stopped there and checked my equipment.  I had a camera and six rolls
of film, one for each gym class, one for basketball practice afterschool
and two extra.  I had muted the shutter on the camera with a small strip of
rubber, so the sound it made as it clicked was no louder than a tap. 
Surely in the echoing din of twenty or so teenage girls, it would not be
heard.  The camera itself was attached to the suit so it would also be
invisible.

   When the first period bell rang, I checked my wind-up pocket watch.  A
digital watch got screwed up by the magnetic waves, so this was my only
option.  As I expected, the watch ran perfectly with the school clocks, and
I could prediect the bell schedule.

   Soon the girls began trickling into the locker room.  The first girl was
Joanna, a somewhat homely blond girl with a nose like a fire-axe.  Still,
her body had developed somewhat nicely, and I was eager for the fun to
begin.

   She moved to her locker, about twenty feet away, and began rolling the
combination.  She then opened her locker and began to strip casually.  When
she took off her shirt, I saw that she had a medium-size bust (probably
36C) held in check by a plain white panel bra.  I desperately hoped that
she was about to take the bra off, but she simply proceeded to remove her
jeans.  I took the opportunity to snap a nice picture of her looking down
over her brassiered chest as she unzipped her fly.  She was not half bad at
all.  When she took off her jeans, the image was lost however.  Her thighs
were a bit chubby, and her hips just a little too wide.  She wore some
simple white cotton panties which were very loose on her.  Inwardly
shrugging, I took another picture of her in this state of undress.  The
thought had occurred to me that these pictures might be very valuable to
some people in the school, either for blackmail, humiliation, or just plain
gettin' your rocks off.  So I planned to snap at least one picture of every
girl I could.  Each roll of 48 exposure film should be enough, and some
girls (like Rachel) would most probably warrant no pictures at all, leaving
plenty of extras for the good ones.

   Speak of the devil...  The next girl was Rachel, a big boned, short and
stocky brunette with a slight overbite and an obnoxious personality.  She
had a locker next to Joanna's, since they were best friends.  When she
began to disrobe, it was more erotic than sexy.  She obviously knew her
body wasn't the best, so her gym clothes were not very revealing at all,
and she changed quickly.

   While Rachel dressed, three more girls walked in: Nicole (a different
one), Jen, and MaryBeth.  This Nicole was cute as a button, and had a
halfway decent figure.  But Jen's body was to die for.  She was a slim and
well proportioned blond girl that always reminded me of some girl from a
Poison video, except I could watch her without wanting to claw my eyes out.
When she stripped out of her blouse, I practically yelped.  Her high, firm
breasts were bra-less, and her cone-shaped nipples stood out like points in
front of her.  They were somewhat large, about a 40C, and I snapped at two
nice shots of her changing into a sports-bra.  MaryBeth was next on my
agenda, as I had always wanted to see her naked.  She and I had been
friends, as she only lived about three houses down from me.  MaryBeth had
unfortunately inherited her mom's flatness, and as she took off her shirt,
I saw that her breasts were bare, simply because they didn't need anything.
Her nipples, however were a marvel to see.  They were wide, about 2 inches
across, and flat.  It seemed like she only had an dark areola to speak of,
but it was an odd turn-on.  I snapped four pictures of her as she stripped
off her pants and stood around for a few moments, talking while wearing
only a pair of thin pink panties.

   Next I focused to Mary, a girl I had always wondered about.  She was
cursed with a slight horse-face and always wore glasses that made it even
worse.  But the rare occasions that I saw her wearing something revealing
she seemed to have a body that wouldn't quit!  She was undressing right in
front of me, less than five feet from the spot I had picked.  She seemed
lost in her thoughts as she lazily removed her top and skirt.  As I
suspected, she had a very nice body.  Her stomach was almost washboard
flat, with a pair of round breasts jutting up from her ribs.  Her legs and
hips were rather slim, with only a trace of fat on them.  I suddenlt had
the almost overwhelming urge to leap out an touch her ass, which was rather
taut and pretty cute.  She wore a matching set of floral bra and panties,
which accentuated her pale skin.  I went wild, snapping nearly ten pictures
of Mary as she undressed and dressed, and I barely stopped myself.  I had
used almost half of the roll on five out of the thirteen girls who were in
this class, and I definitely wanted to same some for the shower at the end
of the period.

   Next was Jennifer, a Rubenesque beauty I had always been attracted to.
She flirted with me in class shamelessly, but I knew she never had any
interest in me.  I snapped two of her.  Then two of Bethany, a quiet
red-head with a very skinny figure, and another two captured Heidi, a pale
skinned brunette with nice legs and a firm ass.

   I skipped over four other girls, and two or three were blocked by other
girls as they dressed.  I used four pictures capturing the aristocratic
beauty of Melissa as she stripped across the room from me.  I barely caught
anything except a glimpse of her ass, but those would be the most valuable
photos I could get.  She was widely revered in the school as one of the
most beautiful, but unfortunately one of the worst teasers.  I had actually
heard an offer one time of two-hundred dollars for a picture of Melissa
nude.  That was what convinced me to bring a camera.

   I caught a nice shot of a bare-breasted Sharon as the short, thin and
downright impishly cute blond undressed.  She used a sports bra as well,
apparently because her breasts, while only about a 34B, were somewhat large
for her frame.  Her nipples were rock hard as she changed and talked to her
friends.  Three other shots were taken of her friend Kristen as she changed
into a tight spandex top with matching running shorts.  She removed both
her bra and panties for this, so I managed to get one rear beaver shot, and
one full frontal.

   I took about a dozen or so assorted pictures, telling myself I would
load one of the extra rolls for the shower.  I stopped when the camera was
one picture away from the end, because I didn't want the autorewind to kick
in and scare a whole lot of half-naked girls.  One by one they left until
the locker room was empty, and I waited a minute or two to make sure that
noone forgot anything.  Once I was satisfied, I rewinded and extracted one
roll, and put in another.  I was now ready for the main event.

   I didn't know if I could make it.  My dick was so hard it felt like it
was going to explode.  I reached down and shifted it with my hand, and I
almost came from the stimulation.  But I decided it would be best if I
waited until I got home this afternoon to take care of things.  It would
simply make it better.  Especially after the film developed.

   The middle of the period went eneventfully, and I munched on one of many
granola bars I had stashed in my hip-pack.  I was going to have to spend
over seven hours in this spot, and I wasn't the type of person who could
skip meals without my stomach growling frightfully.  It could be downright
freaky if someone hear a disembodied gurgling near them.

   I had wiled away the twenty or so minutes by going over what my plan
would be.  The showers were in a small room by themselves, and I would only
be able to snap a couple off pictures as each girl entered and left the
shower.  Suddenly, I had a flash of brilliance.  I had remembered a bit of
the conversation that the female gym teacher was having as I walked in. 
Something about getting a few of the shower-nozzles replaced.  I quickly
ducked into the shower.

   What surprised me the most was that it smelt clean.  After seeing, or
rather smelling only the boy's showers as I changed for my classes, I was
expecting the girl's showers to also have that odd musty odor.  But it
didn't, it smelt like strong soap and cleaning soultion.  Obviously, the
girls got preferential treatment in such things, either that or the guys
just don't care while the girls do.

   I saw that four of the shower-heads that protruded from the wall were
covered with plastic bags, and I figured I could stand beneath them during
the showers, and not be disturbed.  After all, if the girls were like I
thought they were, I figured they would take time to mosey around the
shower.  They would come in, take care of things, and go.

   So I positioned myself and checked my watch.  About 12 minutes was left
before the first bell rang, and usually the girls got sent back in with ten
left.  I once again predicted correctly, as within a minute or so, the
girls began pouring into the locker room.  I heard a lot of typical girl
gab, and heard the girls as they opened their lockers to get their towels.

   I moved back further into the corner, and got the camera ready.  After a
few moments, the first girl walked into the shower, covered by only a
towel. It was Jennifer, her slightly plump frame seeming to stretch the
thin white towel to near breaking.  She reached around the corner and
turned on the water.  She chatted with who I thought was Sharon, and when I
saw a small little ass poking out from behind the wall every now and then,
I knew it was her.  Sharon simply walked into the shower buck naked, as her
locker was right next to the showers.  Her tits swayed slightly as she
reached up to turn on the shower.  Her pussy is what interested me though,
as it was perfectly bare.  It was a very odd thing, seeing this decently
stacked blond stark naked less than ten feet away from me, but I shook
myself out of my reverie.  I snapped a few shots of Sharon from the back,
front, and sides.  Jen soon entered the shower, and I practically gasped.
Her body was bare as she stepped into the shower, having put her towel on a
short peg rack near the entrance.  Her breasts, unlike what I had thought,
were firm looking (I would definitely have to have a field test to make
sure.) Her nipples were wide and fat, slightly peppled, and light pink. 
Her body wasn't really all that bad, a little chubby, but actually quite
nice.  Her vagina was covered with thick black hair, and the whole picture
was very arousing.  I snapped about five pictures of her as she lathered
her abundant tits up with soap.  I was about to shoot some more when more
girls entered the showers.

   MaryBeth, like Sharon, had walked into the shower nude, hanging her
towel on the rack.  It brought up an interesting point in my mind.  While
some girls had no compunctions about walking around naked amongst other of
the same sex, there were some girls who, while perfectly good looking,
tried to hide themselves as much as the situation allowed.  Either it was
some sort of subconcious inferiority complex, or simple shyness.

   I snapped myself back to attention when MaryBeth came over to the shower
nearest to me.  She turned it on, and I capture five good pictures as she
moved her lithe, yet feminine body through the shower spray.  While washing
herself, MaryBeth managed to arouse me to the point of insanity.  She
seemed to know that I was there, and was deliberately trying to give me a
severe case of blue-balls.  Yet, I knew as I looked down at myself, no one
could know I was there.  As MaryBeth rinsed out her short blond hair in the
shower, Nicole came up next to her and began to wash up.  MaryBeth blocked
most of her body from me, but I snapped a few pics of her as she walked
back and forth, talking to other people back in the locker room.  Then, the
unthinkable happened.

   Melissa walked into the shower, clad only in a large red towel.  She
wore it like a dress, from above her breasts to her shins.  I could
scarcely believe my luck, as I would now obviously get the nude photos of
Melissa that were so widely spoken of soon after.

   The smugly gorgeous brunette had tied her tightly curled hair into a
bun, and gingerly stepped into the shower area.  She turned away from me
and dropped her towel.  Two picture were taken of that stupendously tight
ass, and two more of a slight sillouette of her turning on the water.  She
seemed to be shielding herself from my view, as she stayed mostly facing
the wall.  But suddenly, after spending a few moments soaping her face,
hands, and arms, she turned around.  I swear to got, the temperature in the
room jumped about 100 degrees, and for damn good reason.

   Melissa, as I said, had a sort of dream-like quality about her.  Every
single guy in the school dreamed about her, I wouldd suppose.  You could
see eyes bulging and ears steaming as she slinkily strolled down the
corridors each day, usually dressed in tight jeans and a blouse.  I
personally always loved the days that she came in dressed for one of her
jazz band performances.  She usually wore a low-cut cocktail dress that
clung to her body as if someone had hosed it down and dried it that morning
after she put it on.  She knew that man lusted after her.  I suppose that
excited her.  But unfortunately for us, she dated some college guy, and the
words did begin to surface that she was just a cocktease, and that she was
actually quite the Ice Princess to her boyfriend.

   Melissa's body was every bit as flawless as I could have imagined.  Her
high and firm 38DD breasts stuck out from her chest, wet and shining in the
dim light.  Her stomach had a slight rise to it, but in no way did it ruin
the entire package.  Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed in a narrow strip,
and was so short as to convince me that she shaved it bare every now and
then.  Her hips were curvy, without being over-generous, and her lengs were
long and unmarred by any visible fat.

   I took ten pictures of her washing herself.  My two favorite were ones
of her running a white bar of soap over her ample jugs , rubbing the
nipples to attention.  I calmed myself quickly when I saw that I had been
neglecting the rest of the girls showering around me.  I snapped a couple
of Joanna, again changing my opinions of her.  I forced myself to take one
of Rachel, begrudgingly telling myself I would keep it in a sealed envelope
for business use only.

   After a few more assorted pictures, especially some of Jen and her
mighty hooters, and I began to see that most of the girls were leaving.  I
hadn't seen Mary, whom I had sincerely hoped to capture nude.  I made a
mental note to scope out her home, possibly for another DTM experience.

   When the shower was empty, I sat there listening to my near-exploding
heart beat in my chest.  My penis was so hard it seemed like it was really
a bone, and beads of sweat ran down my body uncomfortably.

   I waited until the last girl had left the locker room, and quickly
regained my spot in the alcove as I loaded another roll of film into the
camera.  A whole new class of girls would be coming in very soon.

   The next set of pictures I snapped were very interesting.  They
included: Kristin, an average looking tall blonde; Monica, a short tanned
girl with enormous tanned breasts; Jill, a cute brunette with a rather
decent body; Lana, a cute but otherwise unremarkable girl; Jessica, a very
slim yet beautiful girl with raven-black hair; AnnMarie, a cute girl with
fat fleshy nipples jutting from her pert breasts; and Amy with her
vise-grip tight ass.

   The undeniable beauty of the class was, of course, my Nicole.  She
strolled around the locker room while she changed, her firm breasts not
budging at all when she stepped.  I could practically taste the flesh of
her nipples as she walked by me, almost making contact.  But I had decided
that now that I had had her, I should try to concentrate on others.  Alot
of work was ahead of me if I wanted to reach my goal of having every girl
worth having at my school.

   The biggest surprise of that class was when I saw Lisa nude.  Lisa, by
sheer luck of the draw, usually ended up next to me in most classes.  She
and I knew of each other, and talked every now and then, but didn't really
know each other too well.  She was quiet, yet seemed to exude a sort of
quiet sexyness, almost as if she didn't realize how good looking she was. I
saw her in the shower, however, and I (as well at the pics) can attest to
the fact that she had nothing to keep quiet about.  She had an average
sized chest and a slim figure which sent my heart beating even faster.  Her
rear was really a sight to see, somewhat rounded and otherwise gorgeous.  I
made another note to check up on her as well.

   Soon after the showers ended, I decided to head out early.  The silent
throb signal that my power cell sent my wrist also decided that for me.  I
checked the console to see that a resistor had blown and it would soon blow
out the calibration circuitry.  I had to shut it down within five minutes
in order to preserve the unreplacable chips inside of it.

   Quietly, I walked into the locker room from the shower, and made sure
that the coast was clear.  I then snuck down the hallway the way I had come
in.  As I passed the teacher's office, however, I paused.  The teacher was
sitting in her office on a chair that faced away from me.  I looked at her
through the narrow slit in the door as she removed her shorts and slung
them over the back of the chair, turning halfway around so that I could see
her, nude from the waist down.  Her legs were firm and tanned, obviously
from her generous exercise, and her pussy hair grew a bit wildly, and yet
it was arousing nonetheless.  I watched her quietly as she began to brush
the hair between her legs lightly as she closed her eyes.  And I forgot all
about my problems when I saw her insert a few fingers into her hole,
masturbating probably from the erotic images of young girls running around
all hot and sweaty, undressing and showering.  It sealed my guess that this
teacher was gay, if not a bisexual.

   She began to moan softly, a airy, throaty sound that really excited me.
I began to formulate an idea.  I had rembered that this locker room was to
be empty intil fifth period this afternoon.  So I knew I had almost
complete privacy ensured.  Or at least fifteen minutes of privacy.  Which
was just about all I needed.

   I had prepared myself for every contingency, and I pulled out a small
metal straw from my beltpouch.  Into it, I inserted a dart coated with an
inert form of DTM that activated in the bloodstream for its usual effects.
I gripped the mini-blowgun carefully and took aim.  I hit dead on, right in
the back to the neck when she bent forward in esctasy.  She didn't seem to
feel it, as she was probably to involved in what she was doing at the time.
I simply waited two minutes for the DTM to take effect.  Her masturbations
during this time took on new fervor, and she came at least twice whil I
waited.  Quickly, I stripped off the suit and put it into a collapsable
duffel bag I had kept on me for that purpose.  Underneath, I was wearing a
sweaty pair of pants and a equally damp t-shirt.  I still wore my ski-mask
as I burst into her room and locked the door behind me.

   The teacher turned around sluggishly when I came in, and she just sat
there looking at her with her legs spread wide, diplaying her charms for me
to see.  Her face was obviously aged, but not very much.  She was about
thirty, yet had the body of a twenty-year old.  As I came closer to her,
she seemed to mull over the situation and then stripped off her top.  Her
tanned breasts were filled out in only the way a real woman's could be,
capped by tiny dark nipples.  Her stomach, arms and legs were perfectly
toned, and she in fact looked like the epitome of physical fitness.  She
gazed at me with hazy eyes, and I knew that the drug was definitely in
control.

   So I made the first move.  Dropping to my knees, I dug my head right in
between her tight thighs.  I lapped her pussy and clit eagerly, enjoying
her musky scent and moist flesh.  For a time I nibbled on her clit
carefully, bringing her to the peak of orgasm without letting her go over
the top.  This drove her wild as she roughly grabbed my hair, urging me on.
I heard her rapid breathing and insistent words and it only spurred me on.
Soon I let her orgasm, and she practically screamed with pleasure.  I was
glad there was no-one around because that would have brought someone for
sure.

   I decided that the best policy was to keep her quiet, so I stood up and
unbuckled my jeans, She tried to help me, but was so hot that she could
barely concentrate on it.  Every now and then she would look up at me, her
eyes wild with lust.  When I released my penis from it confines and it
sprung out in front of her, she eagerly gulped it up.  Soon she was
worshiping my saliva-covered penis, bobbing her head forward and back as
she gave me the blowjob of my life.  Soon I felt myself on the brink of
cumming, and tried to urge her back.  But she was stronger, and she
continued to suck harder and faster until I shot my entire load into her
mouth.  She sucked me dry, never letting a single drop escape her lips.

   Surprisingly, when she released me, I was still rock hard, and she
jerked me off slightly as she guided me to her pussy.  I speared her cunt
slowly, light-headed from pleasure.  Somehow I found the presence of mind
to concentrate of fucking her just as strongly as she had sucked me off.  I
slid my dick in and out of her quickly, thrusting strongly on every
instroke.  She bounced back in her chair as I fucked her, her head back in
esctasy.  Her pussy was looser than the girls I had previously fucked, but
no less pleasurable.  I loved the feel of her hot cunt gripping my dick,
making me work for every stroke.

   Soon she was cumming, crowing "Yes..yes...yes" with every thrust.  I
counted at least six before I could withstand anymore, and I ejaculated
deep within her cunt, practically growling with the release.  She continued
to move her hips, fucking me without my help, until I felt my dick stiffen
again.  It took about a minute, but I was a full sails again, and I
withdrew myself from her pussy.  It felt like my dick was tired yet eager
at the same time.  It seemed to twitch involuntarily, until the teacher
took it in her hands, caressing it gently.

   Without so much as a word or a look, she turned over in the chair,
offering herself to me once again.  I took the challenge and sank my dick
into her once again.  This position felt different, both from a
psychological and physical standpoint.  It felt much tighter due to her
legs being mostly closed, and I felt totally in control of her sweaty
athletic body.  I fucked her quickly from behind, and only lasted a few
minutes.  I yanked my dick out of her cunt just in time, and shot a meager
wad in the crack of her ass.  Just for fun, I plunged my dick into her
asshole as I came, and she orgasmed again from it.  I left it inserted
until I finished cumming, and pulled out relucantly.  She was beginning to
doze off, her tight body laid across the chair.  I quickly grabbed my
camera and snapped a few shots of her laying there, cum oozing out of her
cunt and ass.  Those would be good for something, hopefully.  eAlthough,
the experience was a reward in and of itself.  All the pent up desire of
today had spent itself in this passionate fuck, and I was dead tired.

   Somehow, I dressed and donned the suit.  Carefully I powered it up and
left the school without incident.

   On the way home, I pondered this interesting development in my life. 
And that night, while I developed the pictures and scanned them into my
computer, I was still thinking.  So many interesting things had happened to
me lately, and I had had two of the best lays of my entire life in the past
six months.  More work had to be done!!  For the good of science!!

   By the way, the photos of Melissa sold for about 100 dollars apiece.  I
sold them over a local BBS under an assumed name (of course) using a
trace-blocked line.  I ended up picking up about two grand in checks and
cash out of that PO Box, which I decided to use to fund my other projects.

   Melissa was none too happy about the pictures.  I had set no critera for
giving out the photos, only the moneey was an issue.  Whoever gave me 100
bucks got an eight by twelve glossy of a fully nude, soapy Melissa looking
off to the side.  I had edited the photo so no-one could really identify
where it was taken, and the rumor began to circulate that they had been for
a porno mag.  Other pics of Melissa sold just as well, and when, one day,
the entire collection of photos was passed around the lunch room by one
student with cojones the size of bowling balls, all hell broke loose. 
Melissa didn't show her face for the rest of the year at school, taking her
classes at home.  And there was even a story in the paper about
pornographic pictures of a student being discovered.

   Other pictures sold just fine, and soon every single guy in town had a
few photos of some girl they had always wanted.  I went into the showers a
few more times, and within two weeks, I had built up a library of photos of
every girl in the school.

   The power was mine.  Hehehe



   Soon after the locker-room incidents, I got invited to a small party by
a friend of mine in the jazz band.  I jumped at the chance when I heard
that Melissa was going to be there.  This was a great chance for me to test
my oral DTM compund.  Mix it with some Kool-Aid and grain alcohol, and you
had, as I referred to it, as Fuckin' Punch.

   I got the idea from a good friend of mine, Charlie.  He was the one who
was throwing the party, and therefore, I decided to get his permission
before I screwed with his guests.

   One day after school, I brought him down to my laboratory and revealed
to him all of my discoveries.  He especially loved to collection of
pictures, and offered to buy a whole bunch of them.

   "Instead of buying them," I said.  "I'll give them to you if you do me a
favor..."

   He looked at me suspiciously.  Without pause I handed him a small black
book which outlined field testing of DTM and its derivatives.  Of course I
used no names or elusions to events which no one should know about, and it
read like a dry clinical treatise.  After ten minutes or so, he looked up
at me, obviously with ideas already forming in his head.

   I then held up a eight-ounce vial of the oral compound, which I refered
to as "Autumn" (hey...  say "ODTM" a couple times real fast and see what
you come up with!!)

   "I want you to add this to the punch at your party." I said simply.

   "What??  Are you crazy??"

   I put the vial down and smiled slyly.  "This compound has an additive
which renders it harmless in the presence of testosterone.  Therefore,
every girl at that party will become hornier than a sailor on a one-hour
shore-leave."

   I explained to him the various tests I had made of the compound, and
found that the success rate with women had been 98%.  He especially liked
the story I told of adding the Autumn to a girl's drink in a bar I had
visited (fake ID's are child's play.) The girl looked a little agitated for
a few minutes, then began going from man to man, throwing herself at
anything in pants.  I knew Charlie all too well, and he agreed almost
without anymore thought.

   The night of the party, I found myself actually nervous.  Things could
definitely get interesting tonight, but I had to maintain my cool
composure. After dressing in a simple flannel shirt and baggy jeans, I
checked my overall appearance in the mirror and left for the party.

   By the time I got there, the side lot next to Charlie's parents' house
had about twenty cars in it.  I always like to arrive fashionably late.  I
strode into the house and was greeted by many people I knew and didn't
know. I caught a glimpse of Melissa in the kitchen and looked over to
Charlie quickly.  He mimed a crossing fingers gesture and we both laughed
as I handed him the bottle of grain alcohol that I had 'bought for the
party', and added the Autumn to.

   People around me cheered as I supplied the booze for the next batch of
punch, not realizing that the party was just about to become very eventful.
I helped Charlie mix up a batch of Fuckin' Punch with lime Kool-Aid and
lemon wedges and took the first glass, drinking heartily.

   Everyone else took my lead and began to drink.  I strolled through the
house, delivering my greetings to everybody and meeting some new people. 
Just as I was finishing my first glass, I heard a bit of shouting coming
from the back patio, and I poked my head around the corner to investigate.

   Melissa was out there, dressed in a filmy white blouse and long peasant
skirt, with some college age carbon-copy idiot agruing about some money she
apparently owed him.

   "But it wasn't worth shit!!!  I barely got high at all after I smoked
the entire bag." Melissa argued.

   "It's not my fault that the bag was shitty, bitch.  I bought some of it
myself and got ripped off just like you.  You still owe me a hundred
dollars." This idiot was going to charge her for a bag that wasn't worth
anything??  I had to do something, but as to what that something was, I
wasn't quite sure.

   I went over to the punch bowl and filled up two glasses of punch.  Then
I went straight to the patio door and swung it open.  The other man turned
to look at me angrily, but when he saw that I stood about a foot and a half
taller than him, he looked decidedly nervous.

   Melissa looked very nervous and a bit embarassed when she saw me.  She
and I barely knew each other, except in passing.  We had been in a class or
two together, and only knew of each other peripherally.

   "You sounded thirsty, Melissa." I handed her a glass of the punch, which
she took hesitantly.  "I'm sorry I didn't bring anything for you."

   "Why don't you get the hell out of here?  This is a private
conversation." The man said.

   I looked at him menacingly.  "I'll tell you what..." I reached into my
pants pocket and pulled out a thick wad of bills (as I said, the pictures
had been very profitable.) Peeling off a hundred dollar bill, I handed it
to him.  "Why don't you take that and get the fuck out of here.  Quit
bothering my friend."

   He looked to Melissa, then to me and finally to the bill in his hand. 
Swearing under his breath, he stalked back into the house and I heard
Melissa sigh.

   "Thanks...  You didn't have to do that." Melissa said to me.  Her voice
sounded slightly melodious, only proper for the jazz band's star singer.

   I shrugged.  "I think you can make it up to me, though." Her smile faded
a bit but brightened when I opened my cigarette case.  "You can smoke a
bone with me."

   She bit her lip and looked at the fat joint I pulled out of the case. 
"I guess so..."

   "I hate to smoke by myself." I put the bone to my lips and lit it.

   After about ten minutes of passing the bone back and forth, Melissa and
I were sitting next to each other on top of the picnic table laughing about
something that one of us said when she began to sip the punch.  A lump the
size of an apple formed in my throat as I suddenly remembered what was in
the punch.

   "That's pretty good." She said.  "What's in it?"

   My mind cackled as it went over the ingredients.  "Some Everclear, lime
Kool-Aid, lemons.  That's all."

   She smiled and took another drink as I did.  Between my special
homegrown weed and the punch, my head was beginning to swim slightly.  I
put down the punch and got up to stretch when three girls came out onto the
patio.

   "There you are!" Tara said as she spotted Melissa.  The other two girls
were Alison and Amanda, and all three were near the top of my list of
beauties in my school.  I was very pleased to see that the girls all were
drinking the punch, and looked like they were starting to feel the effects.


   Alison had her shirt half-way open, revealing a flimsy black bra hiding
her meager yet well shaped breasts.  She had her short curly black hair
tied up and her tail bobbed cutely as she moved around.  I always liked her
just because she reminded me of a sexy little girl I knew when I was about
twelve or thirteen.

   Tara was sitting next to Melissa, her athletic body looking totally
relaxed.  She was wearing a yellow tee-shirt and a short skirt which rode
up her knees as she almost squirmed in her seat.  After a few seconds I
caught a glimpse of pink panties under the skirt and I felt a stirring in
my shorts.

   Amanda was busying herself with a bag of weed she had taken out of her
bra.  While the other girls and I talked, she started to try to roll a
bone, but her hands seemed none too steady.  I moved over towards her and
laid a hand on top of hers.

   "Here...  let me." I said.  She looked up at me with vaguely misty eyes
and smiled as I began to roll a bone with her weed and 'matching funds'
from my bag.  She and I talked a little about the weed we had smoked
lately, and I was amazed to find that she was really a pot-head.  Amanda
was the pride of the high-school for combined academics and athletics, and
surely didn't seem like the kind to smoke weed, let alone tell me about the
differences between Moroccon Gold and Acapulco Gold.

   Amanda was dressed very simply in a blue shirt with dark jeans.  Her
hair was tied into a pony tail, but she untied it while we were talking,
complaining of it being uncomfortable.  With her hair down, she looked
simply gorgeous, on a par if not exceeding Melissa's beauty.  Her blue eyes
were deep enough to get lost in, and her smile made me feel a bit woozy
(either that or it was the weed kicking in.) Her body was very well
proportioned, almost statuesque, and I knew from my visits to the
basketball games she played in that she was in very good shape. 
Unfortunately, she had recently had a knee operation and was not present in
the locker rooms during my campaign of photography.

   We began to smoke, the five of us, and soon we sat around talking with
another round of punch that Tara had gotten for us.

   "I guess you're one of the girls now." Melissa said to me slyly.  The
others began to laugh at this.

   "I'm just amazed that I'm sitting here smoking weed with five of the
most beautiful girls in our school." I said plainly.  The first pieces of a
Penthouse Letter come true were beginning to fall in place.

   The girls all murmured thanks to me, as if they were not aware of their
beauty.

   "I think he's a little drunk..." Alison said to Melissa.

   "No, really." I began to describe to each of them what I thought was
beautiful about each of them (in gentleman-worthy terms, of course.) By the
time I was finished, each girl was looking at me dreamily.  Mentally
applauding my poetic talents, I suddenly realized it was very silent.  An
idea hit me like a thunderbolt.

   "It's too damn hot out here." I fanned myself with my hand as I
unbuttoned the first few buttons on my shirt.  The girls also agreed with
me, saying that it wasn't much better inside with all the people crowded in
the small downstairs area.

   "I wish Charlie had a pool." Amanda said absent-mindedly.  "I feel so
hot..."

   The lump was back in my throat, almost fist sized now.  "I have a pool.
A pretty big one, too."

   "Are your parents home?" Alison asked me.  All attention seemed focused
on me.

   "Nope..." I chuckled.  "They're both in Greece for the rest of the
month."

   "Well, let's go!" Alison said as we all rose.

   "I'll drive.  I've only had a couple." I said.  "We'll have to go to
your houses to get your suits.  Or you could always borrow some of my
mother's.  She has tons of them."

   Melissa dryly said that that my mom's suits would be fine, and the
others agreed.  Soon after saying our goodbyes, we were off.

   Once back at my house, the girls practically ran to the pool, only
pausing briefly to admire the fine decor of my house.  The pool area was
surrounded by the rollings hills, and since my dad owned it all, there were
no fences or barriers between us and the magnificent scenery.

   "My mom's room is on the third floor.  Her wardr---" I began to speak
when Alison interrupted me.

   "Oh, fuck the suits...  We're all friends here." She promptly began to
shed her clothes until she was down to her thin bra and panties.  She
looked at the other girls expectantly, and they soon began to strip as
well.

   Alison turned her back and stripped off her bra and panties, and quickly
dove into the pool with a splash.  Tara was undressed next, walking past me
unabashedly totally nude.  Her body was stupendous, if a little thin, and I
could see that her dark nipples were rock hard, standing out on her flushed
flesh.  Obviously, the Autumn was beginning to kick in.

   I began to strip off my clothes, praying that I could get into the water
before my boner became too evident.  I somehow succeeded, and watched
surrepitiously as Melissa undressed casually.  Amanda was hesitating for
some reason, but after a little bit of prompting from the other girls, she
soon took off her clothes and joined us.

   Her body was every bit as gorgeous as I had imagined.  She was fit,
toned, and tanned, with perfectly rounded 40C breasts.  Her pussy was
crowned by a patch of blond hair which matched to color of her golden locks
perfectly.  I could have sworn that I saw her finger herself briefly as she
bent over to test the water

   Tara and Alison were giggling as they splashed each other from the
opposite sides of the pool, and Melissa was casually swimming back and
forth on the deep end.  As she swam I was treated to a supreme view of her
back side, and each time she turned for the next lap, her breasts crested
the water, revealing glistening pink capped marvels.

   Amanda had slowly entered the water, still covering herself a bit, and
once she reached the point where she was almost completely submurged, she
dunked herself fully underwater and came up a few seconds later.  As she
came up, she looked at me evilly.  I raised an eyebrow, not quite
understanding.

   Amanda swam near me and spoke aloud.  "The water's so clear you can see
to the other end of the pool."

   I must have gone beet red when I realized she had seen my almost painful
erection while she was underwater.  To further my predicament, the other
girls submerged and came up giggling, all except Melissa.  She simply had a
hungry look on her face.

   By my calculations, she had about four glasses of the laced punch to the
other girls' two.  They all were feeling the effects, but Melissa had
almost a full dose in her veins.  Suddenly this night was taking a very
interesting turn.

   Alison got out of the pool and walked over to the diving board as if she
wasn't completely nude.  I could see that her almost perfectly spherical
breasts bounced ever so slightly as she walked along the board to the end.
Her hips were slightly curved, and her slight frame and appearance gave her
the look of a girl about four or five years younger.  Her pussy was almost
completely bare save for a thin and sparse line of hair.  I just wanted to
run up and put my face in it and murmur for an hour or two.  Tara in the
meantime was sitting on the edge of the pool watching her friend and
laughing as they joked about something or other (believe me, what they were
saying was not very important to me right then.)

   Tara's body was different.  It was mor lithe and fit that they other
girls, looking like almost completely muscle.  I knew she was a gymnast and
a cheerleader, so I figured she kept in shape that way.  He skin was a
little dark, and her wet brown hair was draped over one shoulder.  Her
breasts wer small, but no less gorgeous because of it.  My favorite feature
was their dark smallish nipples standing out from her flesh, looking like
little pepples that I just wanted to nibble on.  Her crotch was covered by
a decently thick area of black hair, trimmed into a perfect triangle above
her blatantly visible slit.  I could see dark fleshy lips poking from her
pubic hair as she moved her legs around absentmindedly.

   I was shocked out of my examination of the two girls by a hand brushing
my ass as I treaded water.  I turned to look and I saw Amanda grinning at
me as she swam away.  With my mouth in a mock snarl, I dove towards her and
caught up quickly (remember, this was my pool at my house, practice makes
perfect.)

   I came right up behind her and pinched her ass lightly and she squealed
with glee.  She turned around and tried to wrestle he under the water but
my strength won out over her.  I held her under the water with a moderate
amount of force, so as not to scare her, but I lost all my concentration
and composure when I felt something latch onto my penis enticingly.  I quit
holding her underwater but she stayed there for a few seconds, stroking the
head of my penis lightly with her fist.  Then she came up out of the water
and laughed, as if nothing had happened.  We resumed our horseplay, and
when she began to lose again, the others joined in and succeeded in
pressing me down, under the water.

   Down there, I opened my eyes to a heartstopping sight.  I was surrounded
by four gorgeous bodies, all pressed against me.  Tara's thick pubes
brushed my chin and I ducked my head down and fondled her lips with my
tongue.  I heard her gasp from underwater and her hands reached down to
grasp my hair and keep my positioned on her cunt.  I probed her slit
shallowly with my tongue and then curled it around her clit once or twice
and flicked it before I surfaced again.

   Tara was looking at me sexily as I rose, and she curled her arms around
my back, pulling me against her taut body.  My penis pressed against her
stomach as she moved up and down slightly while we kissed.  I felt another
pair of hands caressing my shoulders and a few more began exploring my
lower back and ass.  Tara reached down and gripped my penis tightly.

   "Fuck me..." She looked into my eyes intensely.  "Now..."

   Well, I've never been the man to refuse a horny woman, so I hunched down
for the right angle, and thrust upward.  I plunged my dick into her in the
first thrust, and held it there as she arched against me.  I could feel
those rock hard nipples brushing against my chest as she rocked forward and
back slightly, her current state overtaking her.

   I began gently, sliding my penis in and out of her slowly as she moaned.
She grasped my shoulders, massaging them as the other girls seemed to just
stand next to her and watch.  They seemed fascinated by her face, which was
a mask of pleasure as I fucked her gently.  Slowly, I began to increase my
pace, and soon I was bucking against her, the water making slapping noises
between us each time we came together.  I suddenly saw a perfect set of
breasts looming in my face, and I turned my head to lick Amanda's nipples
as she stroked my hair.  Melissa came around behind me and she began to rub
my hips and pelvis as I thrusted.

   Alison however, seemed more turned on by Tara than my fucking Tara.  She
reached a hand up tentatively and touched Tara's nipple, tracing the areola
with her fingertip.  She quickly became more bold and began to massage the
swell of Tara's breasts with both hands.  Tara looked up at Alison and they
moved their heads closer to each other until they were kissing.  They kept
a prolonged liplock while they rubbed their breasts together.

   Between a tight pussy around my cock, a large wet fleshy breast in my
mouth, a stupendous body mashed against my back, and a lesbian kiss right
in front of me, I was near insanity.  I reached down and held onto Tara's
hips as I managed to get off a few more thrusts before I came.  Tara was
coming too, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking the last of the cum
from my dick.

   Tara and Alison continued to kiss and caress each others bodies as I
began to pull out.  Once I was clear, Alison straddled Tara's lithe body
and their actions became more heated.  As I swam back slowly, Amanda and
Melissa took hold of my body, pulling me off to the shallow end.  Soon, we
were seated on the stairs leading into the pool, a girl on eather side.

   "And it looked so good a few minutes ago." Amanda said dreamily as she
caressed my deflating dick with a soft hand.  Melissa was rubbing my chest
with her hand, running her hands through the hair on my chest as if she
were tracing symbols into my flesh.

   "I'm sure it just needs a little bit of help." Melissa said sweetly. 
"Let's see what we can do." She spoke as she began to slide down my body
with Amanda until I could feel their warm breath on my crotch.

   Between their hands and their tongues, it felt like 20, not 2, girls
were down there.  Amanda seemed to be laying kisses on everything down
there except my penis, and I felt Melissa take one of my balls in her
mouth, her warmth begin to invigorate my spent libido.

   I gasped loudly as Amanda sucked the head of my dick into her mouth and
began moving her tongue around and around.  She then curled her lips over
her teeth and moved down until she was swallowing my entire length.  I
grabbed her wet mane of hair as she began moving her tongue slightly as she
sucked, still keeping my entire penis in her mouth.

   Soon I began to harden, and Amanda had to pull her head back a little.
But Melissa was right there, liking the shaft as it was exposed inch by
inch, while still massaging my balls with one hand.  My entire body was
energized as I recieved the best blowjob of my life from Amanda, with
Melissa making the event that much better.

   I looked over to Tara and Alison as I was blown, and I saw that they had
gotten out of the pool and were laid out on a large thick towel, entwined
in a 69 position.  Alison was on top, and I could see her head moving up
and down as she licked Tara's pussy for all it was worth.  Tara was
manipulating the other girl's pussy with both her tongue and a finger, and
Alison's hips bucked wildly, but not so much as to throw Tara off her task.

   My penis was now back at full attention, if not harder than I had even
felt it before, and Amanda pulled her head back, releasing my dick to the
relatively chilly air.  But it was not out in the cold for very long before
I felt warm wetness envelop it again.  I looked down to see Melissa pumping
her head up and down quickly.  What she lacked in technique she made up for
in enthusiasm, and I had to hold her back for a few seconds while I fought
another orgasm.  She released me, and I began to try to decide who would be
fucked first.  The decision was made for me when Melissa pushed me down
onto my back and straddled my hips.  As she impaled herself on my rock-hard
prick, Amanda straddled my face with her legs, presenting to me her perfect
blond pussy.  I licked eagerly as she lowered herself down further until
she was sitting on my shoulders.  With the stair behind me, I could bend my
neck without straining, and just sat there eating Amanda out as Melissa
rode me wildly.

   I felt Melissa's pussy clench as she came, and it seemed to grow tighter
and tighter with each of her downward thrusts, until her cunt felt like a
vise.  Every once in a while I felt her tense and pause as a ripple of
orgasm flew through her, but I barely noticed with the task at hand.

   I savored the wetness from within Amanda's pussy as I shoved my entire
tongue into her cunt, lashing it around, probing the walls and roof of her
vagina.  I raised and hand to fondle her clit as I tongued her, and I felt
her begin to shake.  Her breathing became labored and rough as she began to
moan louder and louder until she practically screamed.  Over and over she
came, wailing so loud I heard her echo through the hills.  (As I think back
on it, the nearest building to my house is monastery nestled in the hills
about a mile and a half distant.  I would have given anything to have been
witness to some poor friar trying to pray when he heard ecstatic wailing in
the distance.)

   Amanda came once or twice more, yelling slightly softer, but still so
loud that it attracted the attention of Alison and Tara, who came over to
watch the three of us.  They crouched next to us, fondling each others
bodies as they enjoyed the show.  Soon I felt Melissa come once more, and
she abruptly rose from my dick.

   "Your turn, Mandy..." Melissa whispered in her friend's ear as she
cupped Amanda's large breast in one hand.  Amanda smiled through another,
thankfully silent, orgasm, and she stood up and began to move down my body
with light caresses.  Melissa took her friend's place promptly, and I
resumed my work as I felt Amanda's pussy clamp down on my dick.

   I though Melissa was tight!!  Amanda's pussy held me so tightly that I
felt like I couldn't move.  But when Amanda began to pump on top of me, her
lubrication helped me move, until my entire dick was engulfed on every
downstroke.

   I looked up from my work to see Tara and Alison caressing Melissa's body
tentatively, as if she would refuse them.  But the brown haired beauty just
put an arm around each and brought them up against her.  Their tits mashed
together right above my head as they shared a triple french kiss with much
enthusiasm.

   In the meantime, Amanda was wailing again, seeming unaware of the noises
she was making, and they were becoming more animalistic as she went along.
Soon she was just grunting on every stroke, and it actually began to turn
me on.  Something very primal about it appealed to my current state, and I
felt myself begin to buidl towards an orgasm.

   Thankfully, Melissa got off of my shoulders right about then, and as she
went off with Tara, I laid two hands on Amanda's hips to slow her down.  It
seemed to wake her up in a way, and she looked at me wearily.  Alison moved
alongside of her and caressed one of her own nipples as she whispered in
Amanda's ear.

   Amanda suddenly looked very serious, then looked at me devilishly.  She
nodded her head and pulled herself off of my dick slowly.  She moved up to
my side and laid herself alongside me as she spoke into my ear.

   "Alison wants a favor from you." She said wearily.

   "At this point, I'm up for anything..." I said.

   "She's a virgin.  She wants you to be her first."

   I looked over to Alison, somewhat stunned.  She sat down next to my
knees, her hand gently exploring my hard reddened penis.  It felt like a
feather brushing over me lightly, and almost brought me to the peak before
I moved over to Alison's side to talk to her.

   "Are you sure?" I asked her.

   She bit her lip and nodded.  Her arms went around my shoulders and she
traced the contours of my collarbone.  "Not here...  I want it to be
someplace special." She paused.  "And I don't want you to...  shoot... 
inside me." She spoke meekly, but her eyes kept constant contact with my
own.

   Undoubtedly, she would have never been this way if I hadn't put the
Autumn in her drink.  But then again, all it did in that diluted strength
was increase an already present desire to feel pleasure.  But the problem
still remained; should I take this girl's virginity under these conditions?
It took me a few moments of thought to solve my inner arguments.  A
combination of pure lust for her petite body and desire to make her first
experience a pleasurable one won out over my 'societal morals'.

   "We can go upstairs, into the guest room." I said.  She promptly rose
with me and we walked away as the three other girls began to confer amongst
themselves.

   I had suggested the guest room for three reasons.  The first was the
large king sized bed with a four posted canopy above it.  It seemed more
romantic than my waterbed.  The second reason was the large window behind
the bed, which looked out over the hills over the pool.  Again the scenery
was very romantic, and the other girls could also watch if they were so
inclined.  The third reason was the set of video cameras I had set up in
that room a year or two ago.  When a gorgeous friend of my mother's came to
visit for a few months, I had enough notice to install three cameras in the
room, perfectly hidden.  They activated wheneve there was motion in the
room and since there were three different angles, I could later edit the
three tapes together into a very sexy video.  But not for blackmail... 
That I have enough respect and morals to avoid.

   While Amanda, Tara, and Melissa sat and talked, I retrieved some robes
from the pool house, enough for us all.  I tossed all but two on the table
keeping one for Alison and myself, and we both dressed before we put them
on.  I held Alison's hand softly as we went into the house and up into the
guest room.  Once there, Alison sat on the edge of the bed.  She sat
looking down at her hands, until I sat down next to her.  She then looked
at me with big brown eyes full of lust.

   I gently took her chin in my hand and kissed her lips.  I then moved to
her cheek, then her neck, until I was kissing her upper chest.  As I laid
her back on the bed, I untied the robe and opened the front.  I kissed her
breasts and her stomach numerous times, wanting to make the experience more
than just a 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am'.  I sought to do this with my
considerable (well...  maybe) experience with foreplay and prolonging the
sexual experience.

   I moved my hands along her side, tracing the outside swell of her
breasts, down to her ribs and finally her waist and legs.  She pressed her
body against me as I began to suck on her nipples, biting them and pulling
ever-so-lightly.  Her hands ran through my wet hair and over my shoulders
and when I began to move my hand up the inside of her leg, her breathing
began to quicken.

   I reached her pussy with my agile fingers and I began to rub her labia
in small circles, stimulating the soft flesh until she practically
whimpered with my teasing.  Finally, I sank a finger into her pussy and she
sighed loudly.  I was amazed that after being eaten out and fingered by a
girl, she would still react this way with me, but I guess it was simply
different.  As I fingered her slowly and massaged her clit with my thumb,
she began to dig her fingernails into my shoulders as I continued to
worship her headlights.

   Slowly, I began to trace the contours of her body with my tongue until I
was circling her navel.  Then I moved down and began to lick her slit while
I still fingered it.  Once I found her clit, I put my lips over it and
began to suck it.  Her breathing quickened even more, but she stopped
making any other sounds as I stimulated her clit.  She twitched once, then
twice in orgasm as I continued, until she began to almost hyperventilate.
Wishing for her not to get to tired too quickly, I stopped licking her
pussy and moved up to where I could kiss her.  She hesitated slightly,
possibly realizing she was tasting herself on my lips, but I guess she
liked what she tasted, so she reciprocated passionately.  Her hands
massaged and occasionally scratched my back as my tongue tangled with hers
in her mouth.  She then reached down and stripped me of my robe completely,
and began to rise to a kneeling position.  Knowing the look in her eyes, I
straighted and shifted my hips until my half-hard dick wagged in front of
her face.  She looked confused at first, as if she didn't know where to
start, but taking a page from Amanda, she gripped the base of my cock with
one hand and began to suck the head.  I groaned as she worked her tongue
around the glans then began to run her silky tongue up and down my length.
I gave her small pieces of advice, explaining what feels good to most men,
and she proved a first learner.  While she seemed an expert at muff-diving,
blowjobs were obviously new to her.  But, I could tell she had potential to
become an expert.

   She told me she was ready, and I decided to use a position that someone
told me was least painful for virgins.  I positioned her on her right side,
and moved behind her, laying myself down pressing right against her back.
With one hand I gently eased her left leg up and back, over my legs, and
pushed my hips forward so my erect penis slid along the underside of her
pussy.  With one hand underneath her and one hand on her left hip, I
whispered in her ear.

   "Just relax everything in your body and lean back agaist me.  If
something hurts just tell me and I'll stop or slow down."

   She nodded and kissed me softly on the lips as she pressed back against
me.  My hand caressed her hip as I began to insert my cock into her.  I
started slowly, savoring the impossible tightness around the head.  Slowly
I rocked my hips, gradually inserting more and more of my penis each time.
I felt as bit of resistance and I stopped my insertion in favor of a slow
thrusting.  I began to quicken my pace slightly, stopping my thrust just
short of deflowering her but getting closer and closer each time.

   Then it happened.  On one stroke, I felt the resistance give way and I
slid almost my entire dick into her.  She tensed slightly, but moved her
hips back, urging me on.  I continued to fuck her gently as I caressed her
breast with one hand and kissed her cheek and neck.

   She began to meet me with each thrust until her hips bucked back and
forth opposite my movements.  I began to feel myself get closer to orgasm,
and managed to keep my explosion back by slowing the pace a bit.  We came
together with long laborious strokes until she came, causing her to clamp
her pussy down on my dick even more tightly.

   After letting her enjoy her first orgasm with a man's dick inside her, I
withdrew myself from her and turned her onto her back.  She looked at me
with a smile and spread her legs for me.  I obliged her by taking up her
legs in my arms and lifting her pelvis for the proper angle.

   I fucked her in this position for a minute or two and she had two or
three more orgasms before I felt that familiar sharpening of my senses that
usually preluded an orgasm.  I softly told her I was going to come, and I
pulled myself out.  Moving up her body, I pointed my cock at her chest and
we both began to pump my swollen penis until I came.

   I shot in thick wads, splattering on her breasts in white patches. 
Alison tentatively flicked her tongue out to catch a shot of cum and looked
sort of non-comittal about its taste.  When I was done, we both sat there
gasping from exertion as Alison massaged the cum into her breasts.  She
wiped her hands on her robe as I lay down next to her, then looked at me
with a joyful expression on her face.

   We lay there for the rest of the night, caressing each other's bodies
until we fell asleep.

   The next morning, I was woken by a knock at the door.  The three other
girls came into the room, dressed in their clothes from the previous night.
Alison was still pressed against me under the sheets, and didn't move away
as she looked up at her friends.

   They all looked a bit like the kid who had just realized he had broken
something that someone would be very angry about.  I supposed in this
instance it was more of a friendly relationship that had been broken in
favor of a sexual one.  Melissa and Tara sat on the edge of the bed while
Amanda sat at a vanity across the room.  Of all of them, she looked the
most embarassed.

   Melissa broke the uncomfortable silence.  "We wanted to talk to you
about last night.  We were all a little bit drunk, and well..."

   "Didn't you enjoy yourselves?" I asked them.  They reluctantly said yes,
and I spoke in a very gentle, soft voice.  "Did you do anything that you
really didn't want to do?  No one forced you did they?" I said.

   The shook their heads and agreed with me that they weren't blacked out
or unconcious.

   "Then all that matters is that we enjoyed ourselves.  No comittments...
No regrets..." I said.

   "I would have never done anything like that." Amanda said softly.  "I
had so much to drink that --"

   "Oh, bullshit." Alison said abruptly.  "Admit it.  You feel guilty about
what happened.  Well I don't.  This man is the most gentle, passionate, and
considerate man I've ever met, and he made our night better than any silly
party could have." She looked up at me and I looked into her eyes as she
continued.  "I gave myself to him, and he made me feel like the most
special person on this earth.  I don't think there was anything wrong with
that at all.""

   I kissed her softly and the room was so silent you could hear a pin
drop. One by one, the girls came to me and kissed me.  Tara also kissed
Alison gently on the lips and they looked at each other lovingly for a
moment before they seperated.  I arched an eyebrow and Alison only looked
at me and chuckled as she snuggled up against me.

   I called a cab for Melissa, Tara and Amanda, and they went back to get
their cars at Charlie's.  Alison had ridden with Tara and she opted to stay
with me for the day.  We showered together and enjoyed a long passionate
fuck until the hot water ran out.

   Over breakfast, she and I got to know each other more, and I began to
realize I was starting to fall for her.  As I said, I had always liked her
because she reminded me of someone I had known a few years earlier.  But as
we talked I realized that she was a gentle, kind, intelligent, funny and
witty person who seemed to adore me.

   That night, we had dinner at my place.  I ordered Italian food and we
enjoyed it with a nice bottle of wine from my father's collection.  As we
sat by the patio, looking out over the rolling hills, I felt like
everything in the world was right.  After all my experiments, all my covet
operations, I found someone that pushed those thoughts from my mind.  I
finally realized that I was happy with one girl.

   Alison and I have been dating for more than two years now.  Our
relationship is one of freedom, pleasure, love, and respect.  I still
haven't told her about what really happened that night, or about any of my
past experiences.  There was simply no need.  I destroyed my copy of my
keycard, leaving the hidden one where it was in case I ever needed it
again.

   Our sex life is very diverse.  We experimented a few times with public
fucking on the top of a ferris wheel.  But she was too afraid of the height
to enjoy herself fully.  Mostly, our nights were spent in passionate
love-making, but the occasional furtive fuck made its way in there every
now and then.  Once, Amanda and Tara spent a night with us, and without any
tinge of jealousy, she shared we with the two girls.  I suppose the fact
that she enjoyed their attentions as well helped her in that respect.

   I never saw Melissa again, except for the occasional glimpse in the
halls of school.  After we graduated, she went to some college in
California and I haven't heard anything about her since.

   Nicole, my only other love, disappeared about a year ago.  Rumors
circulated about her getting pregnant due to her stupid jock boyfriend, and
they apparently went off somewhere to get married and have their child.  I
wish I knew how she was doing, and sometimes I think about that night that
I made her dreams much more interesting.

   As for the tape of the guest room.  Well...  let's just say that I keep
it in a safe, but not inaccessable place.  I watch it every now and then,
just to remind myself how my fantasies became reality one night.  Also, I
like to look at how a fantasy that I never thought about came true that
night.  I fell in love.





   --In my present situation, I find it very interesting that such erotic
and just plain horny fantasies end in me falling in love.  I suppose that
it is my true desire is not to have whatever girl I want, or to spy on
naked women, or to have four girls at once.  But just to simply love and be
loved by one woman.  I keep that fantasy very close to my heart, knowing
the moment I let it go, I deny myself the desire to go on with this life.



   KP

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