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CHAPTER 86

The paper she handed me was similar to the one's I seen when I'd been
tested for STDs. And it was dated that morning. It had her name, and
the results of her test, showing she was free from disease.
I asked, "What's this all about?"
"It was one of the things Sylvia insisted on."
"Sylvia! What does she have to do with this?"
"She knows you were coming here tonight."
"So she made you go and take the test?"
She chuckled when she said, "Well, she didn't exactly 'make' me, but
she said that if I didn't, and she found out about it, she'd kick my
ass. Go ahead, read the other sheet."
The other paper was hand-written. It simply read, "Have Nell tell you
about the rules when you're with her. Have a good time. I miss you. I
love you. Sylvia."
My stomach tightened, and I had to look away for a few seconds. When I
looked back, Nell was watching me.
I sighed, "It sounds like you and she are close. How long have you
known each other?"
"We met several years ago. She, her husband, and Herb were working on
a deal together, and it involved one of the companies we own. She and
I hit it off right away."
"So, you know about her husband?"
"Yes, I know about his illness. It's a shame. I also know about Herb,
and how crazy he is about her."
"Hmm, I guess you do know her pretty well."
"Yes I do, and I like her a lot. Next to me, she may be the smartest
woman on the planet."
"Next to you, eh? What makes you smarter than she is?"
"I don't fall in love with tall, blond guys." 
"I see. Okay, it says here that you are going to tell me about some
rules."
She sat up straight, smiled, and said, "The rules only apply to you.
No hard alcohol, no drugs, and you can't fall in love with me." 
I grinned at her, "Boy, those are pretty strict rules. I'll have to
see if I can obey them."
Unexpectedly, there was a noise that sounded like the tinkle of a tiny
bell. Her eyes flickered, then, still smiling, she raised an eyebrow,
loosened the belt at her waist and stood up. Then she leaned forward
slightly, letting the top of her robe open enough so it exposed her
breasts. She took a sip of wine and let me stare at them for a minute,
then she said, "Would you like to get something to eat, or would you
rather fuck first?"
I know she said it for shock value, but my dick was making a tent in
my pants. I figured I could play that game as well, so I stood up so
she could see it and I said, "What do you think?"
She laughed out loud, then she pulled her robe closed, and as she
turned away she said, "I think we'd better eat first, I don't want you
fainting from hunger."
	She grabbed the wine carafe and I followed her down the
hallway, past the room where we had made love the last time I was
here, to a
dining room. A table was set for two. There were lighted candles and
frosted glasses of water that had obviously just been filled. 
She pointed to a chair, said, "Have a seat," and she turned and left
the room. She returned a moment later carrying a tray, but when she
came through the door, she stopped, turned her head, and sneezed.
I stood up, said, "Bless you," and offered her my napkin. 
She shook her head, "Thank you, it's just uhh, allergies," and put the
tray on the table.
She was about to sit down, when I said, "Excuse me," and I went to her
chair and held it for her. When she was seated she looked up at me,
said, "Thank you," and she watched me with an amused expression as I
went to my seat. 
The tray held a large covered platter, and as soon as I was seated she
lifted the cover off. It contained at least two dozen oysters on the
half-shell, lying on a platter of crushed ice. 
There was a bowl of cocktail sauce in the center of the platter, and
when I looked closely, I recognized some black dots in it, and I
asked, "Did you prepare the sauce?"
"My friend did, just now."
"Is, umm, someone else is in the house?"
"Yes, but don't worry, we won't be disturbed."
"He added poppy seeds and caviar, didn't he?" 
She gave me an amused look and answered, "How did you know?"
"My dad makes it that way. Whenever he flies back from the east coast,
he brings fresh oysters with him. We all love them."
"Good. I do too, let's eat."
Eating oysters at home was never like this. We pulled our chairs close
together and began enjoying the succulent treats. Before long, we were
feeding them to each other. Watching her down them was very erotic. I
would dip one in the sauce, she would bend forward and open her mouth,
and I would feed one to her. She would close her eyes and hold it in
her mouth for a second, then she would chew it a few times, tilt her
head back and swallow it. To make matters more interesting, she had
loosened her robe again, and every time she bent forward it would fall
open enough that I could clearly see her beautiful breasts. 
When we finished the oysters, I sat back and asked, "Are they really
an aphrodisiac?"
She answered, "Which ones, the oysters or my tits?"
I chucked and answered, "Both."
"What's the matter, are you horny?"
"I'm always horny when I'm around you."
"Good. That's the way it's supposed to be. Are you ready for the next
course?"
"Sure."
"It's steak. How would you like it prepared?"
I don't know if it was the oysters, but I took a chance and said, "I'd
like it rare, and served naked."
Without batting an eye, she stood up, opened her robe, and said,
"That's fine with me, but you have to join me."
I was startled that she agreed. It took me a second before I asked,
"Uhh, what about the cook?"
"As I said before, we won't be disturbed. So, are you game?"
I stood up, pulled off my shirt, and kicked off my shoes. I was about
to drop my pants, but I had such a hard-on I was embarrassed. Finally
I thought, 'to hell with it', and I let them fall. My dick was making
such a tent in my shorts I had to push it down to get them off and it
jumped to attention as soon as it was free. Nell smiled when she saw
it, then she took off her robe, put it on the back of her chair,
picked up the empty platter and left the room. 
Watching her leave was a treat. At nearly six feet tall with wide
shoulders, she probably weighs close to one-thirty-five. But
everything is in proportion, and she's so fit that her muscles moving
under her skin remind me of a racehorse. One thing I noticed was she
no longer had hair under her arms. I wondered about that. 
I gathered up my clothes and I was putting them on an empty chair when
she came back in, salads in hand. She filled her wine glass, then she
looked at me, filled another and pushed it in front of me. My salad
was delicious. It had several kinds of nuts and a light dressing. The
wine complemented it, and I took my time eating.
Nell kept refilling our glasses. She kept up with me with the wine,
and the carafe was soon empty, but she only picked at the salad. She
spent most of her time watching me. 
I had just finished my salad when the bell tinkled again. Nell grabbed
the wine carafe, left, and a few seconds later, she returned with a
platter of food and more wine. The main course was simple. Filets,
huge baked potatoes with butter and sour cream, and asparagus. It must
have been prime beef, because I could cut the steak with my fork. 
It was fun eating naked. I kept glancing at her breasts. Her nipples
were huge and stuck almost straight out. At one point, she dropped a
bit of sour cream on one breast. She reached for her napkin, but I
beat her to it, and I rubbed it off on my finger and put my finger in
my mouth. I did it for fun, but instead of smiling, she narrowed her
brows and stared at me. 
When I finished eating, I drained my wine glass again, pushed my chair
back, and turned toward her. Her meal was only half finished, but her
fork was lying on her plate, and she was holding an empty wine glass.
I saw that the carafe was empty again, and when she saw me looking,
she said, "Be right back, I'll get dessert." She stood up, but when
she reached for the carafe, she stumbled a little, so I jumped up to
steady her. Suddenly she was in my arms, and a split-second later we
were on the bed in the room next door. 
We didn't even stop to turn on a light, but there was enough from the
open door to give her body a soft glow, and causing her eyes to
sparkle. It was incredibly sexy, and I wanted us to begin by kissing
and exploring each other's bodies, but she seemed anxious, and tried
to pull me on top of her. I wasn't ready for that yet, and I tried to
pull her to me. She responded by becoming more insistent and more
demanding. She's a strong girl, but I'm pretty strong too, and I
outweigh her by a hundred pounds. I didn't want this to turn this into
a wrestling match, so I allowed her to force me on top of her, but
when I got there I sat up, grabbed her arms, and pinned her to the
bed. She began to struggle, but the harder she tried, the tighter I
held her. At one point she stopped thrashing around for a second, and
I bent and kissed her. Her eyes flew open and she looked at me, but
she didn't kiss me back, so I bent lower, and holding her even
tighter, I began kissing and licking her nipples. 	Then a strange
thing happened. Her body froze, she cried out as though she was hurt,
and lay there breathing heavily, staring up at me.
It scared me, and I asked, "Are you okay?"
In a shaky voice she answered, "Uhh yeah, I'm uhh, I'm fine."
But she didn't look fine. She looked confused and a little upset, so I
gathered her up in my arms and held her against me. She tried to hold
me off for a second, then the fight seemed to go out of her, and she
wrapped herself around me. It was great holding her like this, and I
had some time to think. What was happening, why had she changed so
quickly? Why had Sylvia told her to give me the 'Rules'? I actually
thought I knew the answer, but my mind was fuzzy from all the wine, so
I decided to just lie there and hold her. 
Then I noticed she was breathing heavily. I recognized that sound, it
was the sound of someone who was turned-on. I was too, and I put my
hands on her butt and pulled her tightly against me. 
I could instantly feel moisture, so I slid my hand between her legs.
She was dripping wet, and I could feel heat pouring off her. 
The second I touched her, her body jerked, she whispered, "Oh God,"
and she let me go and turned on her back. I had never seen a girl so
ready. I mumbled something about a condom, and she responded, "Never
mind that, I can't -- I mean, I'll be fine," and she pulled me on top of
her. 
I probably should have insisted, but it was way too late, and I was
quickly inside her. She was so wet there was little resistance, and
she grunted, "Yessss," and took all of me. Her pussy felt like it was
on fire, and being inside her was wonderful. I tried to start out
slowly, but she was insistent. She met every thrust with a grunt or a
noise of some kind, and kept urging me to go on, so I began fucking
her harder and faster. The last time we were together she had been
pretty vocal, but this time seemed more intense, and we had only been
at it for a few minutes when her body jerked violently. She cried,
"Pete, stop, stop, stop," and pushed me off her. 
Stunned, I looked down at her. Her face was a mask of pain and she was
clutching the bed clothes so tightly her knuckles were white.
I was worried, and as gently as I could, I asked, "Nell, please tell
me what's wrong, did I hurt you?"
Her face slowly relaxed, and she gulped once or twice before she
answered, "No Pete, it's not that. You're wonderful. It's just that, I
just came again, and I've, uhh, never been so sensitive in my entire
life, especially my nipples. Please continue, but take it easy."
A thought ran through my head. She said, "Again." So my suspicions
proved out. The first time she had come was when we were struggling.
But I hadn't been inside her then. Could that have happened because I
was restraining her?
She was holding her arms out to me, so I got back on top of her and we
took it easy for a while, but soon she was making noises again, so I
picked up the pace. We went on that way for a few minutes, then she
cried out again. But she didn't force me off her this time, I just
stopped until she calmed down, and we began again. She did that a
bunch of times, and it was great making love to her, but I never came.
I would almost be ready, then she would stop for a minute, and the
urge would subside. But I got closer every time, and finally, after a
particularly fierce session, she came, and tried to stop me, but it
was too late and I continued pounding into her. She began to scream
and clutch at me, but I kept it up until I began to flood her insides.
At the last minute she forced me off and the last of my orgasm ended
up on her belly. I collapsed alongside her and we both lay there out
of breath.

Suddenly there was a sniffing noise, a groan, and a girl's voice said,
"Fuck! That was hot!"
We both looked toward the open door. Someone was sitting in the shadow
next to it. Nell sat up and said, "Who is it?"
The person in the chair stood up, switched on the lights, and said,
"It's me, and I'm going to join you."
A tall blonde walked over to the bed wearing a belly shirt, and
nothing else. Naked from the waist down, she slipped off the shirt to
reveal two beautiful tits, and climbed up on the bed. First, she
kissed Nell on the mouth, then she reached over, and took my softening
cock in her hand. It was covered with cum, and Nell's juices. She
grinned, put the head in her mouth, and with a single swipe, she
licked it clean. 
She had just finished when Nell cried, "I told you, No," and she
pushed her away from me. 
The girl raised her eyebrows, licked her lips and said, "Umm, tasty.
He's delicious, but honey, so are you! Don't give me any more of this
shit about you not being able to cum. Can I have more of this later?"
Nell barked, "No, you can't. What are you doing here?"
She grinned and said, "I was playing with myself and watching the two
of you fuck. It was very entertaining."
Nell fired back, "But why are you here? I thought you had a date
tonight." 
"I wanted to see how that special stuff I gave you worked. From the
look of things, it worked pretty well. Besides, my date isn't until
later, and I wanted to see Pete again."
Nell cried, "I told you not to touch him, and I asked you not to say
anything about the, uhh --"
The girl laughed and said, "Relax. Petey is no stranger to a little
blow," and she turned to me and said, "Are you, Petey."
When she turned, her pussy was in full view. That's when I saw the
tattoo of the Tiger I first saw in Las Vegas, and I said, "Brandy, is
that you?"
"You bet your ass it is. I told you in Vegas, I wasn't finished with
you."
Nell broke in with, "How long have you been watching us?"
Brandy answered, "I was going to join you in the dining room for
dessert, but I stopped in the kitchen to do a line, and when I came
out, you guys were headed in here. So I followed you."
"I didn't hear you."
"The way you were all over each other, you wouldn't have heard an
avalanche."
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Hell yes! You actually came when he was holding you down. I never saw
you do that before. It was so hot I had to drop my pants and get
myself off. How did it feel finally being with someone stronger than
you are?"
"It, umm, was good. Pete is an amazing lover."
Brandy pointed to my cock, and said, "That settles it! I want some of
that."
My cock had started to soften, but it jumped to attention when she
said it. I looked at Nell. She frowned, then she said, "Go ahead, it
looks he wants to."
I was surprised by the way they were talking, but I didn't want them
to think I wasn't cool about everything, so I said to Nell, "What's
the matter, are you finished with me already?"
"No, but that powder she gave me is powerful. It umm, makes things way
too intense, and I have to come down a little."
That explained a lot, but I really didn't know what to say. I liked
the idea of screwing Brandy, but even though Nell seemed to think it
was okay, I didn't want to offend her. 
I thought about it for a minute, then I went to Nell, and I kissed
her. She hugged me tightly, and I whispered, "Are you sure?"
She whispered back, "Go ahead, just save me some for later."
She released me, and I turned to Brandy and said, "Okay, I'll do you,
but first you have to get Nell off once more."  
Nell looked surprised, but Brandy looked delighted. She moved over on
the bed, put her hand on Nell's pussy, and began kissing her neck and
breasts. It was hot watching two naked girls together, and it wasn't
long before Nell started to respond, especially when Brandy slipped a
couple of fingers inside her. Soon, Brandy's fingers found a sensitive
spot and Nell began groaning and moving her body around. When she did,
Brandy started kissing down Nell's body until she got to her belly
where the spots of cum from our love-making were drying. She went,
"Ooooo," and she began licking them up. Nell was breathing heavily now
and surprisingly, she reached over and grabbed my hand. Brandy
continued licking for a minute, then she moved down and put her mouth
on Nell's pussy. Nell's body stiffened and Brandy started sucking and
making loud slurping noises. Nell began squeezing my hand harder and
harder, and in a few seconds she started to tremble. 
As soon as she did, Brandy stopped, pulled her head away and said to
Nell, "Okay honey, tell him to get my stuff."
In a shaky voice, Nell said, "Pete, reach under the bed and pull out
the box." I did what she asked and I pulled out a case that looked
just like the one Kristen and I had bought in Las Vegas. But someone
had written, "Brandy's toy box" in fingernail polish on this one. 
I asked, "What am I looking for?"
"Take out the bottle of KY and a condom."
I searched among the vibrators, dildos, and handcuffs until I found
the bottle of KY jelly and I grabbed a condom. 
I looked over at Nell, and she said, "Give the bottle to Brandy and
put on the condom."
Brandy had been lying next to Nell. She moved over, knelt between
Nell's legs, and reached for the bottle.  
I watched with interest as she poured some in her hand. Then she
reached behind herself, but instead of putting it on her pussy, she
began rubbing it in and around her anus, occasionally slipping a
finger inside. She filled her hand a couple of times, dipping her
finger deeper into her anus each time, until it and the area around it
was covered with fluid. Then she handed me the bottle and said, "Put
some on yourself, and hurry up, your girlfriend is coming down."
I tore open the condom and slipped it on, and as I was spreading KY on
it, I said, "Finish her off, first."
She replied, "I will, get behind me."
She bent down, stuck her ass in the air, and went back to Nell's
pussy. Nell was watching everything, and when Brandy put her tongue in
her this time, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 
I kneeled behind Brandy and looked down at her. I've seen pussies up
close, and I've had anal sex, but I never looked this close at
everything while I was in a brightly lighted room. It was fascinating.
There was some white stuff around Brandy's pussy that probably came
from when she was playing with herself, and her anus and everything
around it was covered with jelly, but the hole itself was small and
tight looking. My cock was sitting on her butt-cheek next to it, and
it didn't look like there was any way it would fit. I know it must
stretch a lot, because I remember having my whole hand inside Gladys,
but that was a different girl.
Brandy's head was bobbing around as she was going down on Nell, and
the sight and sounds were a real turn-on. Finally, Nell began to make
moaning sounds again. They soon became louder, and about the time I
could tell that Nell was really getting ready, Brandy suddenly reached
behind with both hands and spread her ass-cheeks. 
I grabbed my cock and put it against her anus. At first there was
resistance, but Brandy pushed back against me, and a second later the
head slipped inside her. She stiffened, raised her head for a second,
then she went back and attacked Nell's pussy. A few seconds later,
Nell screamed and threw her arms around Brandy's head. I was in
Brandy's ass a little farther by now, and suddenly everything
tightened and she shook a little. It felt like she came the same time
as Nell did. A second later, Nell dropped her arms. Brandy pulled her
head away from Nell and yelled, "Fuck me now! Fuck my ass!
I was plenty turned on by this time, and I buried my cock all the way
inside her. She arched her back and cried, "Hurry up and Fuck me, you
mother-fucker!" So I began banging into her. It was like she couldn't
get enough. No matter how hard I slammed into her, she kept yelling at
me, and trying to back up for more. I was vaguely aware that Nell had
wriggled away and was sitting there watching us, but I didn't care. 
I don't know how long we kept it up, but after a while she quit the
obscenities, dropped her head onto the bed, and lay there moaning.
After a while, Brandy seemed to be building to a big one, and suddenly
she did something. She lunged forward, causing my cock to pop out her,
and she threw herself on her back. Then she bent both legs back until
her knees were behind her head, and she reached for me. 
I looked down at her and the sight was disturbing. Her entire bottom
was exposed to me. Her pussy lips were pink and puffy, but her anus
was a surprise. The ring around the edge was bright red and the hole
looked huge. Under the bright bedroom lights, I could actually see
inside a little. It was bizarre, and a little repulsive. 
Then a thought crossed my mind. 
I first heard about anal sex at school. The guys joked about it, and
called each other 'Butt Fucker' when they teased each other. Then I
met Kate, and she introduced me to it. It seemed depraved when she
asked me to do it, but I was intrigued, and when we began, it felt
really good. I think the nasty part actually added to the fun. Since
then I've been with other girls who also seemed to like it, but I had
never looked closely at what I was actually doing before now.
I was jerked back to the present when Brandy screamed, "I'm nearly
there you mother-fucker, don't you quit now."
I figured, 'to hell with it' and I slammed back inside her ass again.
I wasn't gentle this time, and I began bouncing her all over the bed.
But the rougher I was, the better she seemed to like it. I'm not sure
if it was the wine, but for some reason I couldn't come, and I was
getting tired. I was beginning to wonder if I could last until she
did, when Nell crawled over and reached between us. She must have been
massaging her clit or something, because Brandy began shuddering, then
suddenly she stopped moving and forced me off her. She grabbed one of
her nipples in one hand and the other hand shot to her crotch,
knocking Nell's hand out of the way. She had barely touched herself
when she began to cum. It wasn't a flood, like some other girls I'd
been with, but there was a lot of it. At first, a thick ribbon of cum
shot out of her, then, what looked like a half-cup more began oozing
out onto the bed. She gulped a couple of times and cried, "Oh my God,
that was great," and she fell back and lay there with her eyes closed.
I was still hard, and I began peeling off the condom, when Nell came
over and asked, "You didn't get off, did you?"
"No, I was almost there, but --"
She said, "Lay back."
I did, and she pulled the condom off the rest of the way, got on top
of me, and put me inside her. Her pussy was as hot as before and the
sensation was much better now, because I was bareback. She moved
slowly at first, then a little faster, and she started kissing me. At
one point I glanced over at Brandy. She had recovered and was resting
on an elbow, watching us. 
In almost no time I could feel the familiar tightness inside me. Nell
must have felt it too, because she surprised me by jumping off. She
took the head of my cock in her mouth. Then she began stroking my cock
and doing something with her tongue. Less than minute later I went
over the edge and I began filling her mouth. 
As soon as Brandy saw what was happening. She shouted, "Me, me, me,"
and turned on her back. When I was finished, Nell scooted over to
Brandy, and I watched in amazement, as Nell dribbled my cum into
Brandy's open mouth. Brandy swallowed a few times, then she pulled
Nell down to her, and ran her tongue over Nell's lips. 
I must have looked surprised, because Brandy looked at me, grinned and
said, "What's the matter Pete, you never saw anyone 'Snowball' before?
It's yummy, you should try it."
A strangely subdued Nell, said, "Okay, knock it off, you got what you
wanted, leave him alone. Besides, don't you have to be somewhere?"
Brandy looked at the clock on the nightstand, and she jumped up and
cried, "Oh shit! It's a quarter after seven. I'm supposed to meet my
boyfriend in fifteen minutes."
She was putting on her clothes when Nell asked, "Aren't you going to
clean up first?"
Brandy answered, "Nahh, he likes it when I'm a little gamey."
When Brandy finished dressing, she went to Nell, kissed her and said,
"You never come, when I go down on you. Petey here must wind you up
pretty good."
Then, with an air-kiss to each of us, she was out the door. 
For a moment, it was as though someone let the air out of things, and
we sat quietly. Then Nell turned to me and said, "You can go too, if
you like."
She was sober-looking when she said it and I asked, "Do you want to
get rid of me?"
"No, it's just that, uhh -- Well, after what just happened."
"I thought we had fun."
"We did, but by this time, most guys want to leave."
This rich, successful, woman, was looking at the floor, like a
disappointed high-school girl, and my heart went out to her. I reached
for her hands and said, "I'll leave if you want me too, but I rather
stay with you for a while. Besides, didn't I hear something about
dessert?"
She looked at me, smiled and said, "Yes you did, c'mon." 
We went into the dining room, where she stopped and said, "Wait here a
minute," and she left. It was kind of unusual standing there naked,
and I thought about at least putting on my pants, but a few minutes
later she came through the door carrying a tray and said, "Let's go."
We went back down the hallway and started down some steps. On the way
down she said, "I added some things since you were here last." 
At the bottom of the stairs there was an oddly shaped door that looked
like it was made of metal. It was round on the bottom and top, and it
had a large wheel in the middle. It looked like it should be in a
submarine. She pushed open the door and we entered a room. It looked
to be about fifteen feet square, and around two-thirds of it was taken
up by a huge hot tub. The rest of the room was under construction, and
I could see a half-finished bathroom off to one side. But the tub was
filled and I noticed a small waterfall gurgling at one end. 
I said, "Wow, this is quite a room. What's it gonna be when it's
finished?"
She answered, "A friend of mine designed it. He works at Disney. It's
going to be my version of 'Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea'.
She set the tray on the side of the tub and stepped in, so I got in
too. She pushed something, and gentle bubbles began swirling around
us. Once we were settled in, she took the cover off the tray to reveal
two big ice-cream sundaes.  
Lying up to my neck in warm, bubbling water, eating ice cream with a
naked girl, seemed like the best thing in the world. She looked like
she was enjoying things as well, because after she finished the ice
cream, she lay back on one of the built-in pillows on the edge of the
spa, smiled, and closed her eyes.
A few minutes later, she asked, "Are you okay?"
I answered, "I'm better than okay, I'm great! Why do you ask?"
"It's been kind-of a strange evening, and I wondered if you were okay
with what happened tonight."
"I'm fine, but I'm curious about some things."
"I guessed you would be. Go ahead, ask me anything."
"That, uhh, snowball thing. What's that about?"
She grinned and shook her head and said, "Brandy says she loves the
taste of cum. Plus, she read somewhere that a man's sperm taken
internally has magic qualities. So --"
"That sounds kinda stupid."
"I agree. Sometimes she does strange things, but she's far from
stupid. She owns several very successful high-end dress shops, and she
does all the designs herself. And lately, she's become active in the
lesbian community. She's even writing a book about it."
"Instead of taking the sperm from you, why didn't she go right to the,
umm, source?"
"Because I told her she couldn't touch you."
"Why?"
"I promised Sylvia, that no one would touch you sexually but me."
"I touched her when I was in her butt."
"Yes, but you were wearing a condom."
I thought about that for a second, then, "But if she's a lesbian, how
come she says that she has a boyfriend?"
"She's just a lesbian when she wants to be. Sometimes she sees men
too."
"So, is he really her boyfriend?"
"Sort-of. He's married, but they've been seeing each other for a long
time."
"Does he know she fools around?"
"Yeah, he knows. I think he gets off hearing about it."
"Isn't he afraid she'll catch something or get pregnant?"
"That's a possibility, but Brandy has an, umm, unusual sex life."
"How so?"
"Well, she prefers women, but she'll take on a guy once in a while.
But only anally, like tonight, and always with a condom."
	"What's that all about?"
"She has a condition that makes deep vaginal sex painful. So the only
way she can get off is anally or manually."
"It seems like her boyfriend is missing a lot of fun."
"He isn't."
"But you said --"
"I said 'deep vaginal sex'. She says he has a really small penis, and
it never gets to the place where it hurts."
"So how does she get off?"
"She brings along toys. She has a vibrating dildo almost as big as
your cock, and it's not battery powered, it's a plug-in."
"Doesn't it hurt just as bad?"
"No, it's for her ass. She really likes anal."
"Wow, that's kind-of weird."
"Not really, a lot of girls actually prefer anal."
"What about you?"
"Sometimes, but it hurts when men are big like you are. I don't do it
very often."
"What if they insist?"
"Men don't insist around me."
It surprised me when she said it but I guess it shouldn't have. She's
very rich, and used to getting her own way. Then I thought about what
happened earlier. She had had an orgasm when I held her down. I was
wondering what would happen if I continued to be forceful with her
when she pushed the button to turn off the bubbles, and said, "Are you
about done here?"
"I think so."
"Me-too, let's go upstairs and wash the spa chemicals off. I want to
show you something."
We got out and toweled off. On the way up the stairs, her ass was
eye-level. I noticed again what a great ass she has, and how much fun
it is to watch a naked girl walk up stairs. That, plus thinking about
the conversation we just had, was affecting me, and by the time we got
to the top, I was semi-hard. When she turned to go into her bedroom,
she stopped and looked at me. She got a curious look on her face and
asked, "Is that thing hard all the time?"
I answered, "Just when I'm around you."
She rolled her eyes, and I followed her through the bedroom into the
bathroom. On the way through the bedroom I glanced around. I was
surprised to see that the bed had been straightened and it looked like
there were fresh sheets. The cloth ceiling was still there, but I
noticed that the spa was gone. 
The bathroom had also been remodeled. The shower now had several
showerheads on long flexible hoses, two sets of controls, and a
built-in seat on each side. The door to the other room was still
there, and I wondered about the paintings in the room next door.
She took a few seconds to show me how the shower worked, and she
turned on the water. Then she stepped under one of the showerheads and
reached for some shampoo. I watched her for a second, then, I got an
idea. 
I turned off the shower on my side, and I went over to her. 
She frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
I answered, "Are you in a hurry?"
"No, but --"
I put my finger on her lips to stop her, and said, "Let me."
I shampooed her hair, then, holding the showerhead close to her, I
massaged her scalp as I rinsed her off. 
Then I began washing her body. First, I concentrated on her face and
neck. I was thorough, but gentle, and I was careful to keep soap from
her eyes. Then I turned her around and did her neck, her back, even
between the cheeks of her butt. After that I placed her on the
shower-seat, knelt in front of her, and started on her arms. I used
long strokes, and when I got to her hands, I spent a few seconds on
each finger. She had said her breasts were sensitive, so I was
careful. Holding each one carefully and only lightly soaping her
nipples. I bypassed her crotch, and I went down each leg, paying
special attention to her toes and feet.
Then I stood up, handed her the washcloth, and said, "You might want
to attend to the rest, yourself."
She'd been watching me the whole time, and it looked like she was
about to say something, but I ignored her, turned away and began my
own shower. 
She finished ahead of me. She had dried herself and her hair was
wrapped in a towel when I stepped out of the shower. She handed me a
dry towel, and stood there watching me until I finished. I hung the
towel on the towel rack, and when I turned to her, she said, "That was
very nice. Where did you learn to --"
Before she had a chance to finish, I grabbed a brush from the counter,
took her hand and said, "Follow me."
I led her to the bedroom, sat on the bed, and pulled her down with her
back to me. Then I took the towel from her head and began brushing her
hair. 
I've watched girls while they brushed their hair. I even watched my
mom do it. They always seemed to like it, and to-me, it always looked
erotic. Nell's hair was a little tangled from the shower, but I was
careful, and soon all the tangles were gone, everything was smooth and
her hair began to shine. There's a mirror on the wall next to the bed,
and I watched Nell watch me. I kept brushing, and after a while, she
tilted her head back and closed her eyes. I continued until she began
to make a humming noise, then I stopped.
As soon as I did, she opened her eyes and looked at me in the mirror. 
I said, "There, you're beautiful again."
Without looking around she said, "That was nice, what would you like
to do now?"
"I'd like to make love to you."
"Isn't that what we've been doing?"
"No, we've been fucking."
"I see, and how would you like to begin?"
"I'd like to begin with some rules of my own."
"Which are?"
"You've been very good to me tonight, and I'd like to return the
favor. But I want to do it my way."
"What does that mean?"
"I promise not to hurt you, and if I do something you don't like, tell
me and I'll stop it immediately. But I want to make love to you in a
way I think you would enjoy."
"What makes you think you know what I'd like?"
"We've been together twice now. You've liked what I've done so far,
haven't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, I guess you'll have to trust me."
"Are there any other rules?"
"Yes. The same rule you had for me. No drugs, maybe a glass of wine or
two, but that's all, Plus, you aren't to be with anyone else, until
you and I are together again."
"I see. So this isn't going to happen now?"
"No. I'm tired, it's getting late, I have to work tomorrow, and you
still have some of Brandy's magic dust in you. I'd like it to happen
the next time we're together, and I'm going to want to spend the
night."
"So, that's it for now?"
"Almost, but first I'd like you to stand up and face me."
She did as I asked without a hint of embarrassment, and she stood
there calmly as I looked her over. Finally I said, "You have a
beautiful body."
She studied me a few seconds before she said, "Thank you. Is that the
reason you got me all cleaned up?"
"Yes. I want to think of you this way until the next time we're
together."
"When will that be?"
"I'm busy for the next two weekends. I'll let you know."
"What makes you think I'll wait for you?"
"Will you?"
It took her a few seconds before she answered, "I uhh, guess so."
"Good, now go get my clothes."
Her eyes flashed at me for a second, then, her attitude changed, she
became almost passive, and she turned to get them.
Demanding that she get my things could have been risky, but I didn't
think so. I wasn't trying to be mean to her, but I had learned some
things about her that night. I believe that in some situations, she
wanted to be told what to do. My first clue had been earlier that
night. She had had an orgasm when I held her down in bed. She was used
to getting her own way, and when I restrained her, it was as though
she had lost control for a minute. I think forceful women need to let
go, once in a while. 
I know a little about forceful women. Growing up, I had seen mom, and
lately I had seen Amy take over and control situations. Nell was
unquestionably that kind of person, and probably to a much greater
degree. 
But I knew something else.
If I had let her control me, I would have lost her respect and any
chance of being with her for long. 
I liked Nell. I wasn't in love with her, but she was very different,
and I wanted to spend time with her, so I decided to try something.
From the minute we got into the shower, I tried to keep her
off-balance, and it seemed to work. I didn't know how far to push it.
My guess was that if I wanted to continue being around her, I'd need
to be careful. 

She brought in our clothes, put on her robe and watched me as I got
dressed. When I finished, I asked, "Did you say that you wanted to
show me something?" 
"Yes, come with me."
We went through the side door in the bathroom, into the room where I'd
seen the drawings and paintings the last time I was here. Many of the
same sketches and paintings were still here, but this time a large
easel was set up, and a painting at least six feet wide and four feet
high was sitting on it. It was spectacular. It featured two nearly
life-sized, nude figures, lying on a bed. A man was lying on his back;
a woman was squatting on top of him, and they were obviously making
love. The woman's mouth was slightly open, but her eyes were closed,
and her head was tilted back, letting a tumble of wavy brown hair
cascade behind her. It looked as though she was on the verge of an
orgasm. The face was familiar, but it didn't look like anyone I was
close to. I studied it for a while, but I couldn't come up with a
name.
The man was very muscular. He was resting his hand on the girl's leg,
and you could see the muscles in his arm. 
Then I looked at his face and I froze. The face on the painting was
mine! 

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