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     "Girls would get damaged.  People thought they wouldn't be
virgins anymore from riding a horse."  Jim was nervous about this
conversation, but he couldn't help himself.
     "You mean riding would be like getting screwed?  I doubt it's
much the same."  Stephanie went back to unsaddling her mount.
     "But you don't know for sure?"  Jim was probing to see if she
had been experimenting with sex.   
     Stephanie turned and looked her uncle square in the eye.  "If
you're trying to find out if I'm a virgin, why don't you just ask
me?"
     Jim laughed and hugged his niece with one arm.  He whispered
to her: "Okay my naughty little niece: are you a virgin?"
     "Yeah."  She seemed almost ashamed to admit it.
     "Well then the guys at your school are all queer."
     Stephanie grinned up at her uncle.  He was always so nice to
her.  And since Aunt Jane was so beautiful, he sure must know about
women.  "Thanks, Uncle Jim.  Do you really think I'm... well...
desirable?"
     "I'd say more along the line of gorgeous and sexy.  I know if
I was sixteen, I'd have tried everything but cutting off my arms
and legs to get you into the sack."  Jim felt his leg quiver, and
he forced himself to calm down, unhooking his arm from Stephanie's
waist.
     "No, no, no: Aunt Jane is gorgeous and sexy, I'm `cute' at
best," Stephanie lamented.
     Cute was only the beginning though.  Stephanie's blonde hair
was pulled back from her face and braided down the centre of her
back.  Her face had a spritely quality to it, exhibited most
profoundly by her little upturned nose, but evident in her almond-
shaped eyes and small, pouty mouth as well.  In the past year, her
breasts had swelled to womanly proportions and her waist had
narrowed considerably.  Jim knew that she still had a year of
physical maturing to do before her body would settle into a
comfortable shape, but she was a wonderfully sexual being already. 
She was much more than just cute.
     Jim decided to snap Stephanie out of it once and for all.  "If
you're so inferior to my wife, how come I get just as hard thinking
about you as I do my wife?"
     Stephanie was dumbfounded.  Her eyes widened, and she briefly
glanced down at her uncle's crotch.  Was he telling her that he was
sexually attracted to her?  After all the fantasies she had made up
about this relative taking her away to his beach house and making
wild passionate love to her?  Could it be?  "Uncle Jim?"  She
couldn't believe it.
     "Yes Stephanie," Jim answered meekly, knowing the next move
was in her hands.
     "Are you saying you want to screw me?"
     Jim looked up with a grin on his face.  He could tell by the
way she asked, it was not worry or fear that prompted the question,
it was interest.  It was almost an invitation.  "That wouldn't be
right, Steph.  But I can't help the thoughts that go through my
head."  He cleared his throat.
     "I guess you should have told me," she said.  "Maybe I'd act
different or something.  I mean, when I come swimming at the beach
are you always looking at me in my bikini?"
     Jim smiled.  "Which one?  The little black one or that red one
with the white stripes?"
     Stephanie smiled back.  He obviously watched her if he had
memorized her suits.  "I guess the little black one gets you
excited, huh?  I bought that one on a dare from my friend Talia. 
You can almost see everything, eh Uncle Jim?"
     They were walking towards the main ranchhouse and a couple of
cowboys galloped by, hooting and shouting.  Jim felt conscious of
the conversation he was having with his niece.  "Yeah, you could
see a lot.  You sure could.  Well, listen, Steph, I better get
going before your Aunt tans my hide."
     She looked a little surprised by his sudden decision to leave,
but was cheerful about it.  "Will you come and watch me ride again
this weekend?"
     He hugged her, crushing her to him in a reassuring squeeze. 
"I promise."
     She turned her face up towards his and kissed him on the
mouth.  "Goodbye Uncle Jim."
     He swore she licked her lips after she broke the kiss, but
later thought it was simply his hormone-driven imagination.

     "My sister's kid wants me to fuck her," Jim confided to his
wife that night.
     Jane put down her magazine and snuggled up closer to him on
the couch.  "Little Stephanie?"
     He guffawed.  "Little Stephanie is a sexy sixteen year-old
babe now."
     Jane pushed up so she could look into his eyes.  "It sounds
like you've been thinking about fucking her too."
     "Hey, how could I not?  She's the ultimate sample of jailbait
that I come into contact with on a regular basis."
     Jane reached down to her husband's crotch and started
unzipping his fly.  "You know I wouldn't mind if you wanted to try
her out.  Just don't let her become attached to you."  She fished
out his cock and started stroking it to full hardness.
     He looked down at his wife's busy hands.  "But she wouldn't be
half as exciting as you.  If I talked to her the way I talk to you,
she'd run away screaming."
     She dipped her head and popped the tip of his dick into her
mouth for a second, then said, "Give her a chance.  Maybe she's had
fantasies about getting it up the ass and having an orgy with her
brothers at a party.  Maybe she's kinky as hell.  You never know."
     Then Jim had a brilliant idea.  "You two are pretty close,
aren't you?"
     "Yeah," she answered warily.  While she waited for Jim to
explain, she idly sucked his cock.
     "Why don't you get the inside scoop.  Find out what she's
into.  See if she's just curious about what it would be like for
her uncle to fuck her, or if she's honest-to-goodness horny for
me."
     Jane actually liked the idea.  She slurped back the spit in
her mouth and raised her mouth off his cock again.  "That's a good
idea.  If we really get into some dirty talk, I can just ask her
outright: `Would you like your uncle to slip his cock into your
tight little pussy?'"
     Jim's dick twitched at that comment.  "Wow.  That would be
incredible, if you could get her to talk down at that level.  Jane,
you're such a slimy fucking cunt."
     She smiled and got back to her oral assignment, continuing the
suckjob to its logical end when Jim spewed forth mouthful after
mouthful of creamy hot spunk.

     Jane picked Stephanie up at her high school at four o'clock
the next day.  The invitation was for Stephanie to come shopping
with Jane and then get a bite to eat.  "I'll pick up the tab," Jane
had generously offered.
     Stephanie was waiting in the school foyer and her aunt's new
Pontiac pulled up, she came running.
     In the white T-shirt and tight jeans she was wearing, Jane saw
immediately what Jim had been talking about.  Their little niece
was quite a sexy sight.
     "Hi Aunt Jane," Stephanie exhaled.  "What a great car."  But
Stephanie was actually looking at her aunt's attire.
     Jane was wearing a black leather mini-skirt and black fishnet
stockings.  She had high-heel black pumps on.  The short black
jacket she had on was open to reveal a white lacy corset which
pushed up her breasts and exaggerated her already ample cleavage. 
Her hair was punked out with gobs of gel, and she had very dark eye
makeup on.  If she wasn't such a youthful, sexy lady, Stephanie
would have been too embarrassed to be seen with her.  As it was she
was... well not exactly proud, but interested.
     "What do you think of my outfit?" Jane asked as she drove off.
     "Well, actually," Stephanie sniffed out a reply, "you look
kind of like a whore."
     "Stephanie," Jane feigned disappointment, "I'm surprised you
don't like it.  Don't you think it's a kick sometimes to get all
dressed up like a complete slut?"
     "Yeah, I guess I've done it before.  Gina and I went to a
party dressed like that once."  She sat silent for a moment.  "Are
you wearing any panties?  Gina tried to convince me not wearing
them was part of the outfit."
     Jane clasped Stephanie's hand and pulled it into her lap. 
"Why don't you see for yourself?"
     Stephanie looked out of the corner of her eye at her strange
aunt, but she wanted to know what was under that tiny leather
skirt, even if she had to dip in with her hand to find out.  Sure
enough, when she tentatively poked her fingers between Aunt Jane's
legs, all she felt was fur.  She quickly drew back her hand and
exclaimed, "God, you aren't.  I can't believe it.  Don't you feel
the wind blowing up there?"
     "That's the best part.  Are you ready to have some fun,
Steph?" Jane asked as she pushed the accelerator to the floor and
roared past the other traffic.
     "What kind of fun, Aunt Jane," Stephanie asked, gripping the
edges of her seat nervously.
     "The kind that you don't need panties for.  Are you ready?"
     "What would Uncle Jim say?"  Stephanie looked over at her.
     "Oh, come on, Steph.  Don't you get a little turned on
thinking about getting some young stud all hot and bothered by
flashing him some of your naughty parts?"
     The teenager laughed.  "I guess so.  I fantasize enough about
it.  But doing it for real... I mean what if the guy really wants
to screw you after you get him going?"
     "Let him."
     "You're not serious?  You'll end up getting divorced from
Uncle Jim if you screw around on him."  Stephanie seemed genuinely
worried.
     "Jim knows about my little romps, but he also knows that I'll
only ever love him.  Just like I know that he has diversions and
always comes back to me."
     "But Uncle Jim's not like that is he?"  Stephanie almost hoped
her uncle was not as committed to Jane as he seemed.
     Jane smiled at her niece.  "What about the other day at the
stables?  You were quite tempting to him.  I promise you it wasn't
anything I said that held him back... he just wanted to make sure
you knew what you were talking about.  Did you Steph?"
     Stephanie was silent.
     "Well?"
     "Yeah.  I suppose I've thought about Uncle Jim, you know,
doing it with me.  Are you sure you wouldn't be jealous?  If that's
true, I'd probably let him do it."  Stephanie drifted off into a
daydream involving her uncle bearing down on her, his huge cock
almost bursting with lust.
     "So what do you say, Steph?  I was thinking we could go
downtown and get you a new outfit and then go to a few shoe stores
so the salesman can look up our skirts.  I swear it will be a dream
come true for them."
     "Yeah--a wet dream.  We can play with our pussies a little
first so the lips stick out.  It'll give them more to look at."
     Jane glanced over at Stephanie, her mouth agape in mock
dismay.  "You sound like you've done this before."
     Steph hit her arm gently.  "No way... I've just fantasized,
like I said."
     A thought suddenly struck Jane.  "Do you want to play with
each other's pussies?"
     Stephanie answered, "No," immediately, but then said, "I don't
think that would be a good idea, Aunt Jane.  I mean I think you're
sexy and everything, but Gina and I have always decided not to do
anything with each other even when we were really drunk one time. 
We don't want to turn into lesbians."
     "Well, it's up to you Steph.  But as for me... I'll never stop
loving a big hard dick shoved into my cunt."
     "Well, that's okay I guess, but the guys at this school are
pretty pathetic and the only one I let fuck me fumbled around for
a while and then came all over my leg."
     Jane did her best to stifle a laugh, but snorted anyway.  "You
poor girl.  It sounds like you really need your Uncle Jim to teach
you a few things.  A gorgeous girl like yourself shouldn't waste
her youth on little boys who would be just as happy jerking off."
     Stephanie stayed silent... she was thinking once again about
her Uncle's cock.
     "But, you know, Steph," Jane went on.  "Lately I'm kind of
thinking I might be gay... but I mean I might be a homosexual man."
     "What?"  Steph looked confused.
     "I've had this itch to get Jim to fuck me in the ass."
     "Aw, Aunt Jane, that's gross.  Has he done it?"
     "Not yet, but I know he wants to.  So what's so gross about
it?"
     "Well, that's where you shit."
     "Yeah?  So?  We piss and bleed out of our cunts, but most
people don't think anything bad about that.  Your asshole is a hot,
tight place that a lot of guys love sticking their cock."
     "Wouldn't it hurt?"
     "Yeah, but only as much as a big hard turd.  If you relax and
pretend you're shitting, it's supposed to be fantastic."
     "Well, I want to keep any possibilities open.  Fuck, someday
I might date a Greek guy."
     They laughed as Jane pulled into the parking lot of a downtown
mall.

     "Please, Mommy, make me drink it."
     The man's voice echoed in the small one-room apartment.  The
sound wasn't buffered by any wall or floor covering, and the only
furniture was a card table and chair.
     Sitting alone in the room, he was talking into a small tape
recorder in the centre of the card table.  He had his cock out and
was stroking it.  His cock was only semi-hard.
     "Make me drink your pee."
     At the moment that might have signalled orgasm for most men,
this man began to urinate.  His hand cupped the flow for a while,
but eventually a golden puddle formed on the floor below his chair.
     The next sound was an incredible sigh of relief and pleasure. 
When he had finished pissing, he used the wetness to continue
stroking, this time gaining a large erection.
     A few moments later, a few thick squirts of cum rushed out to
join the piss already seeping into the floorboards.
     The man's work was done here.  He wiped his hands off on a
towel and put the tape recorder in his front pocket.  Before
leaving, he checked himself in the mirror over the sink of the
grimy two-piece bathroom.
     He carefully locked the door with his key and joined the
bustling street scene outside.  No one would have ever suspected
him for the pervert he was.

     Jane dropped Stephanie off and decided to stop by the office
to pick up the monthly sales figures so she could work from home
the next day.  She felt her sleazy attire would not pose a problem
because the security guard on nights never worked during the day,
and she'd simply sign in using a phoney name.  They never checked
anyway.
     Unfortunately, when she got up to the office, she found lights
on.  This was surprising as Darryl and Lara didn't mention working
tonight.  She was even more surprised to hear moaning and panting
from Lara's office.  As her curiosity drew her nearer, she heard
the muffled voices of Lara and a man she didn't know.
     "Come on you little slut, suck my dick.  Make me cum."
     "Yeah, baby.  Cum for me.  Shoot it all over my face.  I want
to take a cum shower."
     "Really, bitch?  Maybe you'd like a golden shower too."
     Now Jane knew how Lara liked her sex: mean.  Jane wondered who
the rogue was.
     "Yes.  I'd love it.  When you're done cumming, piss on me
okay?"
     Jane gasped.  But she was drawn nearer to the door of Lara's
office.
     "You'd like that wouldn't you.  A nice faceful of piss to wash
off the cum."
     Jane thought about the man on her mini-cassette.  He was into
toilet games too.  Could it be that same guy?  They didn't sound
similar, but anyone could disguise their voice enough to fool her.
     Jane had moved close enough that she could see through the
crack between the door and the frame.  Lara was on her knees, and
the man, naked from the waist down, was sitting on the desk.  When
she wasn't speaking, Lara was sucking.  Jane was fascinated by what
Lara was sucking on: a huge black prick.  And Lara's friend was not
only black, but very muscular: his thighs were immense.
     Lara herself was a petite brunette, with very plain features
that she always managed to beautify with expert makeup.  At her
best, Lara looked stunning.  At her worst, she just looked a little
tired, never ugly.  It was her body that enabled her to attract an
endless stream of men; she had awesome 38-24-36 measurements and a
38C cup.  Although she always wore a bra, it was never the ironclad
type, always something pretty and unrestrictive.  Her ass was
perfect, and she never failed to display it in butthugging slacks
or sleek skirts.
     Jane was impressed with Lara, moreso now as she witnessed the
girl's cocksucking talents, but she had never figured her for a
pervert.  The golden shower talk was out-of-character to say the
least.
     Remembering that she was wearing nothing under the short
leather skirt, Jane let her fingers wander under the hem, fiddling
with her labia.  Soon she was stroking her clit in rhythm with
Lara's bobbing head.
     Lara's black lover started to huff and grunt, and he roughly
shoved her off his shaft.  "Here it comes, baby.  I've got a week's
worth of spunk stored up and it's going all over your fucking face. 
You ready for it bitch?"  He aimed his piss slit at her chin and
continued to stroke out the orgasm.
     "Yeah, do it for me.  Cover my face with your jizz."
     Her wish was fulfilled a moment later when what seemed like a
quart of milky goo squirted out all over her chin, cheeks, and
forehead.  It was as if he was purposely missing her mouth.  Jane
sank her fingers deep into her own shuddering pussy, empathizing as
best she could with the man's orgasm.
     Lara stood up, smiling at her lover from under the mask of
semen.  "Wow, baby.  You really haven't cum for a week have you? 
Don't you jerk off?"
     "No way, sweet thing.  I get pussy when I need to let off some
steam.  Thanks for helping me out this time.  You still interested
that golden shower?"
     Lara giggled.  "Not really.  That was just fuck talk.  You
know.  I've never actually tried anything like that."
     As if disgusted that she had misled him, the man stood up and
fastened his pants.  "Well, that's too bad, baby.  I guess I'll
have to go find a hooker who's into water sports.  Nice meeting
you."
     Lara began to wipe off the cum with some tissues.  "Yeah. 
Thanks for the ride."
     The man started towards the door; Jane whipped her hand out of
her cunt and ran for her own office.  She managed to avoid
discovery.  Lara left soon after the mysterious dark stranger so
Jane could go home too.

     Jim had bought a video camera for his business, but he found
himself using it more frequently for personal reasons.  He had
taped Stephanie's riding competitions and a birthday party for one
of Jane's nephews.
     When Jane stepped through the door dressed the way she was,
Jim exclaimed: "Wow!  Let me get the video camera."  The getup was
too good to miss.
     He filmed her from all sorts of angles, like a modelling
shoot.  He even used some special digital effects to make it look
like a music video.  But when he discovered that she wasn't wearing
panties, he began concentrating on low shots that looked up.
     "Jane, you ignorant slut, your beaver is showing."
     Jane laughed and spread her legs a little wider to let the
camera capture more than just a shadowy hint of pubic fur.  "I
think this little video could turn into a porno very quickly."
     "Too bad we don't have a full cast and crew.  I can't do
everything, my love."  Jim was managing to stroke his dick through
his pants while he kept his wife's fabulous body in focus.  "I
think a couple of well-hung studs to fuck you senseless would be
just the ticket right now."
     "How about a couple of German Shepherds?  Or a jolly old elf
and eight tiny reindeer?"  Jane was teasing him now, but her
perversion was transmitted through the jokes.
     "Santa's Anal Farm Slut.  What a concept!"  Jim was following
her now, as she moved out of the living room.  "Where is my horny,
punked out slut going?"
     "Into the bathroom.  If you follow me with the camera you
better be ready for a potty party on film."  Jane smiled back over
her shoulder.  At the bathroom doorway she stopped and said
straight into the camera: "Oooo, little boy.  You followed me all
the way into the ladies' room.  I'm very embarrassed.  You see, I
need to use the toilet rather badly, and I know how much you want
to fill the very holes I'm about to use.  You see, little boy, I
have to have a tinkle... but," she looked down coyly, biting her
lower lip, "I also have to squeeze out a big stinky turd.  You
wouldn't want to watch that would you?"
     Jim was laughing to himself at his wife's playacting.  "Well
ma'am, I've never seen a women do her toilet things before."
     Jane smiled.  She started to shut the door in Jim's face, but
when he held it, she realized that all the talk in the past couple
of days must have played on his mind.  Did he really intend to
capture her dump on videotape?  "Okay, Jim, when I'm finished
taking a shit, I want you to fuck me there.  I mean in the ass."
     Jim gulped and lowered the camera as she closed the door on
him.

     Later, as they lounged on the couch, Jim said to his wife,
"You know Jane, you turn me on all the time.  I think about fucking
you in the ass all the time now that you've suggested it."
     "Really?" her doe-like blue eyes glanced into his crotch
before coming to rest on his returning gaze.  "I wonder if your big
cock would fit in my asshole.  Do you think it would?"
     "There's one way to find out."
     Jane was wearing only her summer robe, so she parted that and
pulled her knees way up so he could see her cunt and anus.
     "Don't you think I might rip open if it doesn't fit."  She
traced her right forefinger along her perineum and around the
puckered brown ring.
     Jim unzipped his jeans and hauled out his cock.  It was semi-
hard already and he stroked it while he moved closer to her.
     Jane placed her hand flat against the opening to her bowels,
but did not lower her legs.  "You'd just force that big thick prick
into me wouldn't you?  You're a bad boy, Jim."  She was grinning.
     "I'm bad?  What about you?"  He stood up and moved around so
his hips were beside her head--she was offered a tasty mouthful of
cock.  "Every time you go into the washroom these days you say
something about your little asshole.  I have fantasies about you
sitting on the toilet taking a shit, because I know that when
you've emptied yourself, I get to fill you back up with cock."
     Jane pondered that while she slurped Jim's dick into her
mouth.  Momentarily she stopped to say, "You're right.  It's that
weirdo on the tape... i've been thinking about that stuff ever
since I heard it."  She went back to sucking.
     Jim petted her the top of her bobbing head.  "Do you think
your mom ever took it up the ass?"
     Jane stopped sucking and giggled.  "Why, Jim?  Do you want to
teach her?"  Jane imagined Jim boning her fifty-four year-old
mother up the ass; it was hilarious.
     "I think she could learn a thing or two... but I don't know if
I'd be able to tame her.  And an older woman... I don't know;
lately I've mostly been thinking about young girls anyway."
     "Like Stephanie?" Jane teased.
     "Well, she's always on my mind, but I mean really young girls. 
Like Ellen's daughter."  Ellen was Jane's friend from college.  She
had a cute little seven year-old daughter named Debbie.
     "Debbie?  What do you want to do to Debbie?"  Jane kept
stroking his prick with her hand.
     "I don't know.  Jerk off on her for starters."
     "That's about all you could do.  But I think Ellen would be
pissed off if you wasted your cum on her daughter; she'd want it
for herself."  Jane knew that Ellen was always hot for Jim.
     "So baby, what happened to that blowjob you were giving me?" 
Jim pushed her head back onto his cock.
     She bobbed a few times then broke off again to say: "I think
I'll have to tell Ellen to teach her little girl how to suck a
man's cock.  It would come in handy if you're going to be around."
     "You better start by teaching Ellen herself how to suck cock. 
The blowjob she gave me at that office party a while ago left a lot
to be desired."
     "She was drunk, Jim!"  Jane pinched him sharply on the thigh
for emphasis.  "You're pretty pathetic when you're drunk too, you
know."
     Jim laughed and reached down to tweak her left nipple.  "You
never complain, you little slut."
     She grabbed the base of his shaft.  Through gritted teeth she
said, "You're right, you fucking bastard.  I take it any way I can
get it from you."
     "Good," he said, lifting her up by her shoulders, "because
right now you're going to take it up the ass."
     Jane shook her head.  "I don't think I'm ready.  Let's just
fuck normally for tonight.  But I promise, sweetheart, soon."

     Stephanie Porter was at her aerobics class at school.  The
small gym was crammed with nubile young girls much like herself. 
She stood out as one of the prettiest, but many of the others had
equally hot bodies.  One would question the need for them to work
out so strenuously.  But work they did: all of them were glistening
with sweat.
     Sergio Mendez was watching the girls from the doorway of the
gym, leaning on his mop and fiddling with the keys that hung from
his belt.  Serge had been the janitor at Tilson High for twenty
years, and the greatest joy the job offered was the young female
flesh that was so frequently on display.
     Stephanie suddenly became conscious of her bouncing breasts
when she saw the janitor staring at her.  He looked harmless
enough: his expression was more of a happy glazed chicken than a
demonic rapist.  Stephanie noticed that his eyes wandered among the
group of aerobicizers, but always came to rest on her again.  She
began to feel slightly self-conscious, and looked over at her
friend Gina to see if she had noticed.
     Gina was oblivious to the old man; she continued her jumping
jacks and hip-thrusts as usual.  Gina had a boyishness about her
that was probably not appealing to the janitor anyway.  Her face
was framed with close-cropped brown hair, and her body flared out
only slightly in the requisite places.  She was exactly the same
height as Stephanie, but weighed more because her bigger bones were
layered with pure muscle.  Gina, Stephanie thought, was
nevertheless sexy in her own athletic, zesty way.
     The workout finally ended and Stephanie noticed that the
janitor was still watching her, so she called that fact to Gina's
attention.
     "Hey, Gina," she whispered furtively, "see that janitor?  I
think he's horny for me."
     Gina furrowed her eyebrows.  "So who isn't?  Serge has been
working here forever.  Didn't you read the article about him in the
school paper?"
     Steph never read the school paper.  "Is he some kind of hero
or something?"
     "No, but he's harmless.  And you look like a Penthouse Pet
right now, so any normal guy would be looking at you.  Your tits
were bouncing like a couple of gophers fighting under a blanket."
     Stephanie laughed as they moved towards the changeroom.  "I
wonder if he got a hard-on from watching us workout."
     "He probably doesn't have one anymore because you probably
made him cum in his pants."
     "Do you think he can still fuck?  I mean at his age?"
     Gina raised one eyebrow, but answered seriously, "He's not a
senior citizen.  I think he's only fifty.  My dad is forty-eight
and I know he still keeps my mom pretty happy."
     Stephanie hummed in deep thought as she peeled off her sweaty
tights.
     Gina watched her and finally asked, "You're not thinking of
making Serge's fantasies come true are you?"
     "God, Gina," Stephanie reacted with true distaste, "of course
not.  I was actually wondering if he could be capable of... well,
attacking me."
     Gina was naked now too and they headed off to the crowded
showers.  "Like I said: he's harmless."  Gina swatted Stephanie on
the ass with her hand and the incident with the janitor faded into
the backs of their minds.
     "So are you going to the dance with anyone?" Steph asked Gina
offhandedly.
     "I don't think so.  I'm not going to ask anyone that's for
sure.  The only guy who might ask me to go is Richard.  And he's so
obsessed with my ass that I don't think he'd even recognize a
yearbook picture of me."
     They laughed, but Stephanie added seriously: "You've got to
admit, though, Gina, your ass is one of your best features."
     "Yeah, but I do have a cunt too, and I'm not sure Richard even
knows that."
     Stephanie laughed again, and hit her friend playfully.  "Are
you saying he'd only try to Greek you?"
     Gina looked around the changeroom to make sure none of the
other girls were listening.  "Hey, if he wants to stick his cock up
my ass, I wouldn't mind, as long as he knew how to do everything
else right."
     "Would you really let him?"
     "Sure."
     "Wouldn't you worry about... being clean for him?"
     Gina put a finger to her chin in thought.  "I think any guy
who wants to put his cock in the hole you shit with is taking his
chances.  I wouldn't care one way or the other."

(continued in Part 1c)

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