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Chapter 1. Meet Patricia Bomber [Promiscuity, graphic intercourse]
 (c) 1997 by the Maki Group, see the notice at the end.
 
Randall's job takes him on the road a couple times a year to visit
clients and suppliers.   Randall is a middle aged engineer, dull, 
married, settled; too stogy for a mid life crisis, too focussed on his
work to fool around.

On the second day of one of his trips, Randall stopped in hotel's bar
for a quick beer and a plate of chips and a burger.  He had a lot of
prepping to do that night so he wanted a fast meal.   As he sipped his
beer, he made a couple notes on their questions, perhaps that new
concrete would reduce the costs enough.

Randall considered a second beer, glanced around for his waitress, and
noticed a tall brunette looking his way from the bar.  He nodded and
continued to look for the waitress.  Oh well, he didn't really need 
another beer and closed his notepad.

He looked up again, better get the check, where is that waitress? The
brunette slid off the stool and walked over, "Hi, I'm Patricia Bomber,
what're you working on?"  She was dressed very professionally, a
tailored wool jacket over a light blue blouse, matching skirt and 
highheels.  She had a leather case and a small shoulder bag, both by 
Couch; her dark hair was stylishly tucked up and held with a hand made
silver clip.

"I'm Randall, I was just working up a cost estimate for a highway 
overpass."  He took out his notepad and flipped to the page with the 
sketch, "my company is designing this bridge."  He pointed to the 
drawing with his left hand and outlined the bridge supports, his 
wedding band caught the light from overhead.  "These are the problem,
we can't pour the concrete all at once, but we have to complete the
job with minimal disruption to the traffic."

"I see", said Patricia, "but why not?"

"Well, it has to do with cure rates and the strength of the molds, we
can't pour too much concrete, we have to watch the ambient temperature
and extrapolate from that to our completion date.  I have to crank a 
ton of numbers tonight for a meeting tomorrow."

"Do you have a computer in your room?"

"No, I never learned to use one.  We didn't have them when I went to 
school, when I'm at the office I have one of the younger engineers
set up the problems for me, or I do it on paper.  Tonight, I have 
hours of paper calculations to make.  I'm one of those over the hill
types." Randall laughed at his self-deprecating remark.

"Why don't I help you with that", said Patricia, "I have a small one
here in my attache case, come on, pay my tab and I'll set up a
solution for you."  Patricia lifted her case. She looked 
about forty,  a little grey in her dark hair, small breasted with long
legs, narrow waist, and full hips.  She had thin lips, an average
complexion with some facial lines, overall an attractive but not an
exceptionally pretty woman.   She reminded Randall of a school marm.

"You got a deal."

Randall and Patricia worked on the problem for an hour and a half, as 
a fast as he sketched out the problems, she coded approximate 
solutions on her computer.  "How can you do this so quickly?"

She laughed, "My degree is in applied math and I did some graduate 
work on synthetic geometry.  I also work part time as a software 
engineering manager.  Come on, we're almost finished, why don't you 
order some wine and cheese from room service and by the time it gets 
here, we'll be done and we can celebrate."

"Great idea, I thought I'd be up till 1:00 AM and it's only eight."

"...maybe you will be up till one."  Patricia said with a mysterious 
smile.

Room service was fast and they were still working on the last set of 
estimates when the cart arrived.  "Pour me a glass, hon, while I type 
this in."  

"OK, I think we're done",  Patricia had her shoes slipped off and her 
jacket was on hung on the back of the chair.  She had finished a glass
of wine and was nibbling on a cracker, "Is this vector correct?"

"Looks good, I've got all the numbers, this is great."

"Then we deserve a reward", Patricia said standing, she put her
drink down and turned to kiss Randall.  Between the excitement of
the success, the wine and the fact that Randall hadn't had a woman
other than his wife for twenty years, he found his judgement melting
away.  He kissed her back, felt her moist tongue probing at his lips.
He parted his lips, reached for her with his tongue and felt his penis
swell and throb.

Patricia began to rub his back.  Randall fondled her breasts; this 
made her gasp and thrust her hips in small motions.  They necked for a
few more minutes and then stopped.  Patricia poured herself another 
glass of wine and took a sip.

Randall looked at her and fearfully said, "I should tell you 
something.."

"..that you're happily married",  said Patricia, "I know that, you 
still have your wedding band on, you've never been unfaithful, you're 
a boy scout."

She laughed and seeing his puzzled expression continued, "I'm not 
married;  I don't date single men;  you never know who they've been 
with and the only thing you can count on is that they are  
interested in themselves.  You, on the other hand, are a faithful 
husband, a caring and giving person.  Given a choice between a
diehard bachelor and a loving married man, I'll choose to be with a
married man every time."

She smiled, "I love sex; I live for my orgasms; I adore the feeling of
a firm bare penis thrusting in and out of me.  I don't like using
condoms; these days, the only safe enjoyable sex is sex with a married
man, a man who can commit to a woman, sure every now and then even a
married man will have a fling but that's nothing like the way 
bachelors hop from bed to bed.  There's no way I'm going to let a
single man stick his bare dick in me."

"Getting screwed with a condom is hardly worth the time.  I want to
feel semen in me, feel it seeping out;  I like to wear the same 
panties the next day at work and catch the scent of semen mixed with 
with my pussy smell.  I want the excitment of possibly being
impregnated.  It adds to the thrill and the feeling of being alive."

"I'm not about to give up the sex that I crave and deserve, so I date
men who are caring, who appreciate women, who are faithful to them, 
and who are safe and clean.  That's you. You can't imagine how horny a
middle aged woman gets.  I think about intercourse all the time.  I'd
love to be married and have the security of my own man but I haven't
found a man I want to spend the rest of my life with.  I haven't found
a man who I can put up with and who will put up with me."

Patricia took another sip of wine and leaned forward to kiss him. 
Randall felt his penis throb and began to unbutton her blouse.  She
stopped kissing him and unbuttoned his shirt.  She pulled her blouse
off as he did the same with his shirt.  He tossed his shirt onto the
floor; she carefully folded her blouse and draped it on her coat. 
They embraced again, this time enjoying the touch of their skin, and
kissed; Patricia opened her mouth for him;  he felt consumed by her
wet open kiss. 

Patricia removed her bra, she looked down at her small firm breasts 
and shrugged, "34A, I wish they were larger, I don't get enough 
attention.  I could get them enlarged but I've heard that there's a 
chance the operation will reduce the sensitivity of my nipples."

Randall pointed out, "You dress so conservatively, that suit jacket, 
the blouse buttoned up to the neck."

"That's because I am a prude and I like the spinster librarian look.
It keeps the single men from bothering me and when I do meet someone
like you, when I can't repress my sexuality any more, when I'm ready 
to fuck, the transformation is exciting to both of us."

Patricia removed her skirt, slipped off her stockings, "Take off your
pants and your underwear." and stretched out on the bed.  She was 
completely naked except for a pair of blue french cut panties.  She 
raised her arms and Randall slid on top of her. "Press your penis 
against my vagina, no, don't try to push my panties aside."  They
kissed and Randall began to dry hump her.  Not exactly a dry hump as
Patricia's vagina was dripping wet and her moisture soaked the V of 
her panties.

Patricia scratched his back, "Don't worry, I'll be careful not to 
leave any marks but keep rubbing me with your penis like that.  Do 
you see why I don't have a boyfriend or husband?  I like to call the
shots.  When I fuck, I'm a tease and I'm in charge."

Randall kissed her, partially to shut her up, partially to get his 
tongue in her mouth. If she wouldn't let him put his penis in her, 
he'd at least put his tongue in her mouth.  He stopped kissing her to 
suck on her small breasts.  His tongue on her nipples made her gasp 
and moan.

Patricia signaled him to stop thrusting and eased him off.  She
raised her hips to allow to him to remove her panties.  He reached
for her panties, inserted his thumbs under the elastic and slowly slid
her panties off.  She lowered her hips to the bed and as he watched,
spread her long legs.  

"Look at my cunt", Patricia whispered, "It's wonderful."  She
laughed, "I may be a slut but I'm proud of it."

Randall had never seen a pussy like hers, Patricia's inner lips were
full and engorged, they extended an inch beyond her outer lips, she
reached down and fingered her left labia, the motion caused her labia
to part and expose a glistening opening, her clitoris was erect, "Lick
my cunt." she said.

Randall leaned forward, Patricia's scent was intoxicating, he began to
kiss her clit, "No, lick the lips first, I like long slow strokes. Oh 
yes, that's nice, yes, lick both sides."   Her inner lips were thick 
and wrinkled, they looked like they had been well exercised, pinched, 
rubbed, and pulled.

Randall looked up and saw Patricia's head was tilted back, her eyes
were closed and she was fingering her nibbles and squeezing her 
breasts.  "Oh yes, I'm going to get laid tonight.  Yes, I'm going to
get fucked as much as I want. It's been so long, too long.  Yes, I'm 
going to be laid.  Oh yes, oh, oh, oh." She began to thrust her hips 
at his face, kick her legs out, and pinch her nipples, faster and
faster,  "oh, oh, oh, oh no, oh no, I'm coming already.  I came too
soon.  Damm, I came too soon."

Her moans and cries made Randall's penis seep pre-cum.  His penis 
throbbed in time to her cries.

Patricia opened her eyes and closed her legs, "That was good", she 
smirked, "maybe I won't let you fuck me."  Before he could react, she 
said, "I told you I like to tease," she laughed, "don't worry, I also 
like to screw.  Come here."

Patricia spread her legs again and Randall raised himself.  He placed 
his penis to her vagina, "Are you sure..."

"Sure... this is my safe time, I want you to enjoy yourself completely
and pour your semen into me.  But don't come too soon.  I want to come
lots more.  It's been so long since I've been laid.  I don't believe 
in masturbation."

Patricia reached for his penis and pulled the tip toward her vagina. 
Randall slid his penis slowly in,  he began a slow rythmic thrusting. 
Patricia had a particularly wicked smirk on her face.  "Don't come 
too soon.  I love semen but I like to fuck even more."   Patricia's
vagina was tight, much tigher than Randall's wife.

Patricia seem to read his mind, "Enjoy my tight wet pussy, yes, it's 
like fucking a virgin, I've never had children and I do regular 
vaginal exercises.  Slow, thrust slowly, now stop, just stay
still hon."  She began to squeeze his penis with her vaginal muscles,
"Nice? Now stay real still.  I'll give you a special treat" Patricia
tilted her pelvis and with Randall's penis deep in her vagina, cupped
his balls with her slippery wet labia.

"Oh", said Randall, "That's good."  Patricia smiled at him, she
loved the power that she had over men.  Her slipperly labia massaged
his balls, his penis was deep in her vagina.  She clenched and 
squeezed his penis with her muscular vagina, her full inner lips 
cupped and pulled on balls making wet smacking sounds.  "Oh, oh, oh,
I'm coming."

"Fuck you! You asshole.  You hardly fucked me for three minutes." 
Patricia yelled at him, then her expression softened and she laughed,
"I told you I was a bitch, don't worry,  I wasn't really mad but I 
have to keep you in your place."

"Lie on your back, I have lots of fun things to show you."  Randall 
stretched out on the bed and Patricia reached into her bag and brought
out a nun's habit and crucifix.   She put them on, "Haven't you
wondered about the sex life of nuns?  How can they go for years 
without getting laid?  Maybe I've escaped from a convent and after 
fucking you, I'll sneak back and pray."

She began to play with his penis, "I can feel your semen in me; it 
feels wonderful; makes me feel alive; is there more semen for me?" 
She bent over and began to suck the tip of Randall's penis.  "mmmm, 
yum, you're getting hard already; who says it takes men hours to
recouperate?  I've fucked lots of men, hundreds, and it never takes 
more than a couple minutes of sucking to get them hard again."

"You're hard enough already, I like that.", Patricia straddled
Randall's thighs and rubbed the tip of his penis against her full 
pouty inner labia, "Can you see? Aren't my lips amazing?"  She 
inserted his penis into her vagina but only allowed the tip in, 
Randall grunted and tried to thrust up, "No hon, you came so soon.
Just the tip." she laughed then relented, "Oh why not?" And suddenly
sat down. "I can feel your penis all the way up here."  She pointed to
her navel.

Patricia began a slow forward and backward thrusting.  The crucifix 
bouncing between her shallow cleavage. "Ooooohh", she moaned and 
quicked her thrusting, "Oooooooh!"  Her moan was a single long slow
exhale but her full hips thrusted rapidly,  she began to finger her 
nipples.  Randall reached for her hips and helped her thrust.  It was 
wonderful, since he had already come once, he was able to enjoy the
long fuck. "Oooooh", Patricia was thrusting as fast as she could.
Sweat was forming on her breasts, "Oh God, yes,  I'm getting
laid. Yes, I'm a grinder, I'm grinding you." Patricia kept thrusting
as long as she could; then exhausted, she paused, looked over at the
clock and said, "I pumped you about a thousand times.  Maybe later 
I'll trombone you. I think you'll like that."

Patricia rolled off him; Randall groaned and tried to follow, to keep 
his penis in her.  She flipped on her knees and said, "You'll really 
like this, you can watch yourself going in and out, watch my puffy 
brown lips cling to your penis as you pull out."   Randall knelt 
behind her and inserted the tip of his penis;  he began a quick in and
slow out stroke.  As she had promised, her vaginal lips clung to his 
penis on the out stroke and folded neatly in on the in stroke.  In, 
out, in, out.  I'm really enjoying myself, Randall thought, "This is 
heaven.  I'm in heaven."

This time, it was Randall's turn for exercise.  He kept a simple, well
paced rythim going.  Patricia began squealing, "God yes, fuck the num,
mate with me, shoot your semen in, give it too me, you nun-fucker." 
Her words were shocking but very exciting.  Randall felt like a pagan 
defiling the church.  He was a savage, a powerful savage who
takes what he wants, who rapes and terrorizes.  "Fuck the nun, 
impregnate me, I want your sperm."

After another ten minutes of intercourse, Randall felt semen begin
to flow through his penis.  Remembering how Patricia cursed him for 
coming too soon, he said, "Uh-oh, something's happening, I'm starting
to come."

This time Patricia groaned, "Oh yes, shoot it right in."  She reached
between her legs, grabbed his balls, clawed and pulled them.  "You're 
getting a million dollar fuck,  I'm a million dollar fuck."  While he 
didn't know what that meant, it did excite him and the trick with his 
balls magnified his orgasm.  Even though Randall didn't have a full 
load of semen left, he produced two strong squirts and several
weaker ones.  The pulse of his penis was enough to trigger another 
orgasm in Patricia, she thrust back at him and pinched her nipples 
again.

Drained and exhausted, Randall and Patricia collapsed onto the bed. 
Patricia snuggled against his chest, kissed him, and said, "That was 
wonderful, you are a wonderful, strong, caring man.  I love you."
 
Randall felt a total warm glow through out his body; she had given him
more sexual pleasure than he had experienced in the last year.  He had
marital relations once a month thing lasting no more than a few
minutes.  It had been years since he had experienced more than one
orgasm a night.  He had come in Patricia twice in the last hour and 
he had fucked with the energy of a teenager.  He felt alive, powerful,
and eager for life.  "I've never done anything like this, it's never
been like this."  He kissed her back, "I love you too."

"It's still early, We've been making love for an hour, it's only 9:30,
let's take a nap and we'll make love again after you're rested."

"Again?"

"Sure, any man is capable of a half dozen or more erections and 
organsms every night.  It just takes a sexy, receptive woman who 
knows how to stimulate you.  Turn on your tummy.  You've been working 
hard."  Patricia began kneading Randall shoulders.  She pinched his 
neck, massaged his scalp with her fingertips.  She continued until he 
began to snore then kissed his back and said quietly, "A woman who 
knows how to care for a man and give him pleasure."

------------ End Chapter 1. Meet Patricia Bomber ------------
Patricia Bomber and the other people in the Patricia Bomber series
are fictional characters.   The sexual techniques and opinions of 
Patricia Bomber are drawn from experiences of members of the Maki
Group.  The Maki Group reserves the commercial copyright to the 
Patricia Bomber stories and the name Patricia Bomber when used to 
refer to the fictional promiscuous woman featured in these stories.


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