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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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Reading Lessons (Fm, teen, 1st)
by Bobby Ray
*******
It'd been a good week. Tips were good, the bar
had a new DJ and a football camp was in town. The boys
liked to watch her dance after a 'hard' practice. On
the couch, they held her against their washboard bellies
stuffed money down her g-string and told her she was
nothing like the girls back home.
The only down side was her damn Thursday class.
She just wasn't getting the writing. It bored her.
But then HE called. The first time they met, here at
the club, he promised to help with her writing. They
ended up in bed. (And on the floor, the stairwell, the
back seat, finally under a table in a restaurant with
really slow service anyway.) She hoped to repeat that
experience more than she hoped for a writing lesson.
On the other hand, he once said that if she wasn't
writing well, she wasn't fucking well. That had pissed
her off. She was a GREAT fuck. But now it just made
her wet. What would he do with her? He told her to be
ready after work with a bag packed for the weekend.
Friday dragged on. Even with the tight football
butts she couldn't get her mind off the weekend ahead.
Well, maybe the butts did more to remind her of the
weekend than distract her. She hoped he would show up
before closing. Instead she was the last dancer about
to remove her clothes for the last song. The other
girls were all either at couches in dark corners rubbing
their nearly naked bodies on the football boys for tips
like kittens begging for a treat, or changing to go home.
As she began her routine of bumps and grinds to
the beat of "My Sharona", HE walked in.
It was always his presence that got her. He was
handsome, though not ravishingly so. He was strong,
though not athletically so. But, he was a force of
nature. She grew instantly hot and flushed the moment
his gaze met hers. He sat near the door and watched
with a soft smile as she humped the stage pole.
She danced as he drank in every detail of her
ripe body. The wolf in him was as obvious to her as her
painfully hard nipples were to him. If she were a lamb,
he would've relished her, morsel by morsel, by now. The
thought made her belly quiver and her slick little quim
open and close like a sucking baby's mouth.
"Are you ready for your writing lesson?" he
asked when they finally met outside.
"I can think of better things to do than write!"
she replied quickly.
"Then you haven't been writing, yet, but keep
that thought." He laughed.
The miles passed quickly as the couple talked
and laughed and fondled each other. (She'd slipped off
the g-string and wore only a tiny flowered dress.) The
road led away from the city to the South and West into
rural Mississippi country, growing wilder. Even though
it was late, a full springtime moon clearly lit every
tree, pond and field. She soon recognized a state
forest near the river where she'd grown up. It made
her feel at once safe, at peace, and very excited.
After all, in this forest she and her first boyfriend
made love over and over, like the rabbits and squirrels
they'd frightened...hard and fast.
They were close to where she'd first learned
how wonderful a tongue felt on her clit and asshole
while leaning her swollen tits against a rough tree
trunk. She'd also learned the power a woman's own
tongue and pussy can hold over a sex-crazed boy.
He was a basketball player and had the longest,
skinniest, hardest dick she'd ever seen. When they
broke up, she laid him down on abed of flowers, under
a wild cherry in bloom and rode his cock until she felt
it nearly touch her ribs. To say good-bye she climbed
off, then let it slide slowly into her tight little
asshole. To this day it was the first and the best
ass-fuck she ever had!
Certain smells, like cherry or wild flowers,
still caused an instant reaction in her body. She
wondered if she would occasionally catch those instant
sex smells on this trip. She hoped so. It would make
the weekend almost perfect.
The car suddenly turned off the paved road and
trundled along a dirt road bordered on both sides by
moss-laden Cyprus trees. They leaned and swayed, as
if trying to meet in a roof over the little car path.
The effect was like passing into a secret hideaway.
After a few hundred yards the path suddenly turned
left and the trees gave way to a huge open lawn which
gently sloped down to the river. The lawn was bordered
on three sides by huge trees. Forest smells on the
breeze searched her out and whispered sweet memories.
At the far end of the lawn, so lush it was cool green
even by moonlight, stood a large three story home,
built into the slope. Every window along its two story
balcony facing the river was lit. The sounds and
shadows of a large party poured from the secluded house.
He sensed her disappointment at the loss of a
private weekend and smiled knowingly at her. "It's a
group of friends who like to get together a few times
a year. You'll enjoy every one, I promise. Besides,
this is part of that writing lesson I promised you."
"You said that to write better, I have to fuck
better. Do you think I have to fuck a whole party to
learn that?" She sounded more disappointed and hurt
than she expected.
"I think you have to trust me, if you want to
learn what I have to teach you."
They were met by a tall, barefoot, beautifully
honey-haired woman in a short, black broomstick skirt.
A black lace bodysuit beneath an open blazer enhanced
rather than hid her magnificent cleavage. The lights
from the windows behind her shone through the semi-
translucent clothes to clearly display her nearly
perfect legs and hourglass shape. Her smile was
ageless, she could've been 20 or 50. The only hint
of her true maturity was the grace of her movements.
Here was a woman who was comfortable with her beauty
and had been for a long time. She was introduced as
Elisabeth, the hostess.
"I'm so very glad you came!" Speaking quickly,
she smiled directly at her young female guest.
"You picked the one night in a hundred when we
have a lot of company! We're usually alone way out
here..." An arm slipped around the younger woman's
waist as the two strolled towards the house. Both
seemed instantly absorbed in each other, as if old
friends.
"But, occasionally we have quite a few guests.
They seem to know just when the garden is at its best!
Come, I have the perfect room for you..." Elisabeth's
open warmth and familiar chatter made her guest feel
instantly at home...and sorry she'd been so pouty
earlier.
On the porch, a huge muscular man with long
black hair smiled warmly as he passed the women. He
wore tight swimming briefs that enhanced his bulge in
the same manner Elisabeth's skirt didn't hide her
charms.
"Perhaps this weekend could be as exciting as
promised," thought the young dancer.
The bedroom was small, but cozy. It was
furnished in dark woods and plush green. A huge four-
poster bed dominated the little room leaving barely
enough space for a little dresser and an overstuffed
armchair that faced the room's one true luxury.
Oriental screens flanked a sliding screen door
which opened onto a grassy patio. On both sides of the
private little lawn were tall latticeworks covered with
ivy and Morning Glories. The area opened onto a huge
garden. Closest to the house were flowers of every
variety, scent and hue. They danced in the breeze like
secret guests to the party. Further out were shadows of
what seemed a neatly tended orchard. The garden was
illuminated by small lights along pebbled paths. The
sounds of the river mingled with the clearly different
sound of a small fountain and wind chimes. The moon
lit everything as if jealous of a sight usually reserved
for sunshine.
Elisabeth pointed to lounge chairs on the deck,
"I like to sunbathe nude here. Even without neighbors
to watch, I feel like I'm enjoying a naughty little
secret." Her guest was more surprised by the word
'naughty' than to learn about sunny days nude in the
garden. "It seems everyone should be naked here," she
thought, instantly wet from the garden smells.
"I'll tell you another little secret. If the
lights are out in this room and it's very bright out-
side ...like tonight ...you can see out, but no one
knows you're here. It's like a one-way mirror. I've
often watched... deer...mating in the garden from that
armchair."
The conversation turned to the visit itself.
"Of course you're welcome, Dear, but why did he bring
you? Are you on your way somewhere together?"
"No. He said he'd give me a writing lesson.
I once taught him to dance." Her skin flushed
immediately at the memory. (Damn wildflower smells
anyway!) It seemed Elisabeth instinctively knew exactly
what a 'dance lesson' entailed.
"Oh, you're the one. He's told us how much he
enjoys dancing now. It's all due to his instructor.
You are very lovely. Watching you dance must be a
pleasure." Elisabeth's young guest felt sure the
compliment was sincere. She was also sure Elisabeth
meant more than music. As soft footsteps retreated,
she thought, "I'd love to dance for you."
Alone and still in her "fuck me" clothes, that
had not, in fact, led to a short romp at a rest area,
"Damn!" she wanted to change into something less damp
with anticipated sex before joining the party. Her bag
had been left in the room unnoticed while Elisabeth's
secret garden story had held her full attention.
A pretty gift box sat beside her duffel. Inside
were two vibrators. One was at least twelve inches long
but slender, hard and smooth with a slim tip. The other
was only 8 inches long, but skin-soft and wide as her
upper arm. It's base was round and full as a sack with
come-filled balls. The head seemed more a huge purple
apple than an imitation cockhead. A note was attached
to the longer one by a ribbon.
In order to write, one must love reading.
Wait in the chair with the lights out.
You will know when to use the gifts.
Read with your whole body, not just your eyes.
Intrigued, she changed into a tiny bikini. The
butt in the little black briefs still tickled the back
of her mind. Then she sat in the overstuffed armchair,
in the dark, to watch and wait.
As if on cue a figure appeared only moments
later. It strolled in from the orchard, gradually
forming into the long-haired Tarzan in the black briefs.
He seemed cautious, but not concerned. As if he was
doing something unapproved, but not seriously bad.
She sat breathless as he walked directly into
her private little deck. He first checked to see if
anyone followed, then to see if someone was lurking
beyond the lattices, finally to be sure she wasn't
watching from behind the screen door. (Or was it to be
sure she was?) Then he quickly pulled a Morning Glory
from its vine, still closed at this late hour, opened
it gently with his thumbs like a labia and inhaled its
fragrance deeply.
The scent traveled straight to his sex as
quickly as it had hers. With one hand still holding
the aroma to his nose, his other hand pulled the rising
member from his briefs and stroked it lovingly.
She was transfixed. His cock seemed thick as a
tree limb, a perfect match for his physique. As if he'd
found a way to build his cock as well as the rippling
muscles in his arms and legs.
His masturbation grew quickly in urgency and
force. Soon the briefs were forgotten on the ground and
he leaned against the trellice. Both hands stroked his
rigid pole in unison to his labored breathing. Her own
hands found their way into her snatch and it was all she
could do to keep her eyes open to watch. Her breathing
strained to remain quiet enough to avoid detection.
Just as it seemed they would reach the moment of
climax together a soft voice interrupted the scene.
"Starting without me?"
It was Elisabeth. Her jacket was gone and her
nipples were rigid little pricks against the rough
material of her lace bodysuit.
"Just the smell of this place sets me off!"
The man grinned. His penis stood huge and pulsing,
pointing at her like an invitation.
Without another word, Elisabeth dropped to her
knees and sucked the huge, spongy knob deeply into her
throat. Moaning like a woman starved for cock, she
sucked and swallowed, bit and nibbled. Her hands
stroked the length of shaft exposed beyond her greedy
lips or alternated between his huge balls and tight ass.
Their audience of one was awed by any man who
could keep his feet under such an onslaught of sheer
animal lust. Her own bikini bottoms were long ago
abandoned by the time Elisabeth rose to remove her
skirt. A quick kiss on the lips and Elisabeth lay on
the lounge, her legs spread wide.
The shorter, wider vibrator waited just at the
quivering entrance of its final target. With her legs
draped over each arm of the chair, as if inviting the
people on display to feast on the site of her hungry
slit, she waited for the moment Elisabeth would feel
penetration to satisfy her own need.
The bastard teased them by only sliding the
length of his prick along their slick entrance. He
grinned to see luscious hips jump to meet his. He was
in control now. Finally inch by agonizing inch the head
disappeared between sucking cuntlips. It seemed their
clits would scream with relief at the incredible
stretching ... until the moment he withdrew.
Two women cursed him to hell. Two hearts
stopped at his brash delay. Two sets of incredible
legs flexed, begging for his plunge. Finally, when
they thought either their hearts would burst or they
would scream "Fuck me!!" full-voiced into his face-and
damn the consequences, He rammed his meat as deeply into
their quim as he could. Again and again he stroked the
full bull-girth of his cock in and out. The vibrator,
turned off for fear of causing a noise, matched his
rhythm, stroke for stroke.
It was the most incredible fucking they had
ever experienced. The width of the cock seemed to
stretch them almost beyond endurance, but when balls
touched their ass, their pussy would convulse, pleading
to be used even more viciously. He grabbed their ankles
spread their legs even wider and slammed his meat in
and out with full force. Harder... Harder... Faster...
FASTER...(She made a mental note: Join a gym, she HAD
to have a man like this! )
"Elisabeth? What's going on here!?"
(GODDAMMIT!! Does anyone ever cum around this
place!?)
The man stopped moving at the sound of the new
voice, but Elisabeth was too far gone to care who it
might be. With a strength that surprised everyone who
saw it, she lifted both bodies with her hips, grabbed
his arms and turned. This rolled them both to the
ground with her now astride his muscled hips. sitting
straight up, his massive rod was as deeply imbedded in
her as it could possibly go. The glazed expression of
her eyes, now staring blindly into those of the woman
beyond the screen, babbled volumes about heaven and hell.
The vibrator and sweat-soaked body that had
matched the couple's movements to this point slid from
the armchair to the floor in imitation. On her knees,
sympathy cock deep in her own pussy, she took only a
moment to look at the newcomer. He was tall and
slender, dressed and built for running as much as the
man beneath her hostess was built for pummeling things.
His face registered shock, jealousy, anger,
sadness. If Elisabeth had been facing him, she might
have felt guilt in her belly instead of her lover's
huge cock. Facing the screen, slowly grinding that
rod in and out, all she could manage was a hoarse
whisper.
"I can't stop, Rod. I've tried. But this
is more than I can bear to be without."
"You promised me!"
"I'll make it up to you..."
"How!?"
"I'll stop..."
"You'll lie again!"
"What, then?"
"Stop lying! That's all I want. Stop making
promises and not keeping them....And YOU..." He pointed
at the body now writhing slowly beneath his Elisabeth,
"You promised me too!"
"I love her!"
"I Love her too! THAT'S NOT THE POINT!! I
MARRIED HER!" By now his face was as flushed as his
wife's breasts.
"What do you want from us?" Now the thick cock
was getting more than a little frustrated by the
situation.
"Stop cheating. I don't mind sharing her, as
long as it's not cuckolding."
"I can't stand this damn lace any longer!"
Elisabeth stilll wore her black bodysuit. The thong
bottom was simply pulled aside to accommodate her
lover's penetrating attentions. Again she demonstrated
strength no one watching would have guessed by grabbing
the material caressing her breasts and ripping it open.
With the help of both men, she continued to tear until
the last wisp about her waist slid easily away.
Completely naked she humped her illicit cock with energy.
She was building towards something and her shadow-
sister rode the rubber dick in unison to meet her there.
"Rod, I've been bad!" Her croak was muffled by
the chest beneath her, "I've been a whore!"
"Darling..."
"Fuck me like a whore, Rod! Fuck my ass!
Punish me!"
(God, Yes! Fuck her ass, Rod!)
"I..."
"PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!" Her cry was half prayer-
half confession. He had no choice.
("Please, let the other vibrator match Rod's!"
A silent prayer before reaching back into the gift box.
It did.)
With his woman's tender asshole fully exposed,
Rod knelt, naked, behind her. Behind the screen,
cushions from the armchair served as poor substitute
for the hard chest Elisabeth suckled in anticipation.
At least both hands were free to navigate the double
violation.
As if they had done this before, (Had they?)
The men replaced the shorter, heavier cock in
Elisabeth's pussy with her husband's long, slender
erection. While one rubbed and pressed her clit, the
other searched deeply inside her, until it was
completely coated with her juices. After only a few
strokes, Rod withdrew, then pressed the head of his
shiny pole against her asshole.
Slowly, ever so slowly the head of the rubber
dick passed first through the tight opening then each
slippery inch of her bowels. The pressure was painful
at first. Especially deep where the movement of a
thick pole in her cunt pressed up to meet the downward
push of the dildo in her ass. The warmth that followed
spread outward from her belly to her hair and into her
toenails. Dancing for college boys never soaked her
with sweat like this. Heaven is a place that smells of
wildflowers under a molten moon.
After what seemed hours, Elisabeth raised her
head. Both cocks were as deeply inside her as they
could possibly go. Four balls pressed her backside.
As she arched her back just a little , it seemed she
could taste the fine meat her body enjoyed. She opened
her eyes to stare directly into the screened bedroom
before them.
"Come for me, baby!"
It wasn't clear whom she meant. It didn't
matter. Her body rocked now forward, now back...left
a little, right a little...faster...deeper...harder...
The women writhed together on their cocks now.
When the men came, bellowing and pulling Elisabeth's
long hair, the vibrators were switched on. It was the
only way to make up for the lack of true hot flesh and
spurting scum.
The women's own orgasms seemed anti-climactic
by comparison. Elisabeth was a silent screamer.
Suddenly tense, she held rock-still. Her mouth and
eyes opened wide. Not a sound...but moments later a
sigh. She collapsed between her lovers like so much
cloth and bone. Never one for quiet joys of any kind,
(Or holding still!) her partner chewed her cushion and
humped her ass high into the air until the crazed spasms
subsided.
By the time she recovered enough to see outside
again, the three lovers had walked into the garden.
An arm slipped around her quivering ribs to
pull her into the support of a welcome...familiar...
chest. "I've read Elisabeth's stories many times. I
never tire of it."
"I love to read." she sighed.
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