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   The Girl Who Came Out of the Blue

   by Titmouse

   (C)1999, All Rights Reserved I was already waiting at a table halfway
down the side of the bar when Linda came in.  I recognized her by the
striped cotton blouse she'd said she would be wearing.  I stood and smiled
and she came over.  "Hi, Linda" I said.  She looked at me and smiled back,
but I could tell she was nervous.  Considering that we'd never met in
person, that was understandable.  "Hi, Alan," she said, using the name I
had given her.  "You don't look anything like I imagined." That was the
Linda I knew from her e-mails, direct as hell.  "Nor you," I told her. 
"For some reason, I thought you might be...taller." In fact, one of the
possibilities I had considered was that she might turn out to be overweight
and homely, but I wasn't going to say that.  Linda was just the least bit
plump, but I've never minded that.  On the contrary, in my experience,
painfully thin women were literally that.  I considered her nicely
proportioned.  She was small, maybe 5'5" and, to my surprise, prettier than
average.  She had brown hair and brown eyes behind glasses.  I held her
chair as she sat down.  "I'm sure you expected a fatty," she said, watching
my eyes.  "I really had no expectations," I said, which was true.  I had
considered possibilities but had intentionally not arrived at even a best
guess.  "I told you, part of the fun is that we committed to this sight
unseen.  I was prepared to accept almost anyone.  It's nice that you're
attractive." I'm reasonably good-looking, I guess -- not a hunk by any
stretch of the imagination, but not bad.  I'm six feet tall and a little
thicker around the middle than I'd like to be, but not enough to call me
overweight.  My hair's brown going gray and my eyes are hazel, if you can
see the color through my gold-rimmed glasses.  I used to have a lot of red
in my beard, but it went gray in my late thirties, and my goatee is almost
white at the bottom now.  I asked, "What did you think I'd look like?"
"Older.  You said you were 55, but you don't look it.  I was expecting a
granddad." Linda, we had established in our e-mails, was just shy of 22. 
Several weeks before, she had written a note in response to one of my
stories, and we had chatted back and forth since then.  I've lost Linda's
first note, but I remember it.  She mentioned a story I had recently posted
in which an older man had initiated a teenage girl.  In the endnote, I had
referred to another of my stories involving an older woman and a teenage
boy.  She asked if I would send her a copy, since she was thinking about
breaking in a 16year-old boy.  She signed herself "CrazyLady," but her
address showed her name as Linda.  Well, I don't mail stories to people I
don't know on general principles, but I wrote back explaining how to find
it on DejaNews.  I ended my note with a postscript: > PS And what about
OLDER men?  She wrote back: > Older men?  > *laugh* > if you think you
could handle me....  > > Crazy So I sent back this response: > Oh, I could
probably HANDLE you all right.  I'm not > entirely sure I could keep up
with you, though.  > So what's the craziest thing you've ever done?  I once
> took part in a three-way with my brother and his > wife, who was my
ex-girl, on acid.  She wrote: > craziest thing Ive ever done eh?  > *laugh*
> only thing I ever did on acid was...play sonic the > hedgehog.  I did
have a group thing with 3 guys on pot > though...  > > *smile* whats your
purity score?  > > I'm at 29% but I still have a huge to-do list.  > > And
I love anal sex, you did a very good write up on > it.  Only thing you
didnt mention, I LOVE playing with > my vibrator on my pussy while getting
it up the ass.  > Im sure that would drive most any woman wild.  > > I've
never done a group thing with another man and > another woman, but I want
to.  A girlfriend of mine > and I got drunk one night and decided we wanted
to > see what it was like, going down on another woman.  > *laugh* > so,
done that.  I was enjoying this.  Understand, at this point I had no
thought we'd ever get together.  My favorite correspondent, for example, is
an Australian woman, and chances are slim that we'll ever meet.  So I was
just having fun with a slightly wicked conversation, and I wrote back: >
Well, darlin', I don't know what my purity score is.  > I saw the test(s) a
while ago, but as I remember > there were a bunch of different ones.  In
any case, > that was on my computer at work and I'm no longer > working
there, so...  If you can send or point me at > the same one you're using,
I'll tell the truth.  (I > always tell the truth.) > > I'm not too terribly
pure.  At my age, if I haven't > done it, it's because I didn't want to,
couldn't > afford it or haven't heard of it.  I suppose there are > a few
things I never had the opportunity to try.  > > Never been seriously
tempted by the gay thing, and I > don't much like pain.  Play rape is
something else, of > course, and a high percentage of women seem to like >
it.  Something about, politics aside, a built-in > response to dominance, I
suspect.  Plus, that way they > can get things done to them that they don't
have to > *agree* to.  I've been tied up myself but didn't enjoy > that as
much (not that I didn't enjoy it), probably > because my partner wasn't
that inventive once she got > me tied up.  > > You're exactly right about
combining a vibrator with > anal sex, and I'm amazed to realize I've never
put > that in a story.  (Hmmm...) If she slides it in, it > works for both
partners, if making the guy blow it > *way* too soon can be considered
working.  Have you > ever tried a real vibrator as opposed to a dildo>
vibe? I mean one of those heavy-duty plug-in kinds > not meant to be
inserted.  The vibrations are several > times as strong and *very*
effective.  > Out of curiosity, where are you?  I'm in Los Angeles.  She
wrote:

   > *laugh* > ohmy, well, seeing that you're local I better be > careful,
eh?  I usually tell people Im in Los Angeles, but > since you live here you
prolly know the area.  I live > in Pasadena.  I'm a CIS major at CSLA.  I
have another 2 > years till I graduate and make my fortune.  *grin* > Yes I
figured out how to use deja news.  I had never > been to the site and didnt
know of it.  I'm a bit of a > linux fanatic.  Its sort of a joke between my
friends > and I.  No, sex isnt the only thing on my mind, I > think of
computers just as much.  And if my computer > had the proper periphrials,
I'd probably marry it > *evil grin* So 'by your age', exactly how old are >
you?  And you mentioned cheating on your wife in the > 'learning the ropes'
story, are you still married?  > > http://www.nmt.edu/~kscott/purity/ >
thats a site you can go to and do an online version > of the purity test.
The 500 question one is usually > considered standard.  > > I will agree
with you, most women like to be > dominated.  But I enjoy doing the
dominate thing too > sometimes.  One of my fav experiences with that was >
with my ex-boyfriend.  I handcuffed him down > and then masturbated with my
vibrator (handheld one, > no Ive never used plugin) right up on his chest,
so > he could see me, and watch me, but couldnt touch me > or lick
me....and came on his chest.  > That was fun *smile*.  Pasadena?  I
couldn't believe it!  I was in the adjacent suburb.  I told her: > Don't
throw a rock, you might hit me.  I'm in South Pasadena > - well actually
just south of it.  I'm staying with friends > while, to answer another
question, my divorce gets settled.  > And while I wait to get re-employed
in the computer > biz, which I've been in nearly as long as you've been >
alive.  > > I'm 55, or will be in less than a month, which makes > me as I
calculate it almost precisely 2.5 times older > than you.  I can see your
face sagging and your jaw > dropping.  (Shit, a *really* old fart!) Well,
that's > the way it is.  I've tried getting younger, but it > doesn't work.
So I'm too old for you.  (You like > younger guys, remember?) > > This has
been my third and last marriage.  It lasted a > little over 10 years, which
was a record.  For some > reason I (obviously) don't understand, I pick the
> wrong women.  Either that, or all the good ones are > taken.  As for the
reference to cheating on my wife in > the note on 'Learning the Ropes,'
that was my first > wife and the only time I ever did that.  Really.  I >
played around quite a bit between marriages but > played it straight within
them.  I think I feel a > 'play around' phase coming.  I'll ride it out
until > the equiment fails.  > > That was very naughty of you to masturbate
on your > boyfriend's chest and not let him play.  I hope you > made it up
to him later.  > > Next session on line, I'll check out the purity test.  >
> Tomorrow, however, I have to prep for a session with > soon-to-be ex and
her lawyer.  Brrrrr.  > > PS I took the purity test and only scored 50%. 
That's > scary.  You've been a very naughty girl.  I waited impatiently for
her next e-mail.  This was beginning to get interesting.  She wrote: >
South Pas, eh?  Thats kinda cool.  Most of the people I > talk to on the
internet live no where near me.  And no > my jaw didnt drop when you said
you were 55.  I > thought it was kind of funny.  Just cause you dont >
'act' like your 55.  Or how society says a 55 year old > man is suppose to
act.  Its not that your to old for > me, its that Im to young for you.  And
Im sure you've > heard this before, but age is just a number.  One of my >
best friends is 40 and if she doesnt mind having a > friend who is half her
age, why should you.  *evil > grin* > So tell me, do you feel guilty at all
having casual > sex?  Ive had sex with someone the first day I met him >
once, really liked him and it blew up in my face.  > Other than that, never
really have.  *smile* but > sometimes I get so horny I just wanna go throw
myself > at someone.  > anyways, about me being nauty, my ex didnt seem to
> mind at the time.  And I made sure I tasted him well > before it was over
*licks her lips* Most of my sexual > experience was when I was with him. 
He was my first.  > I lived with him for a year and never EVER once wasnt >
in the mood *evil grin* > Im sorry things didnt work out with your wife and
> stuff.  Ive never been married so cant really relate.  > But Im sure it
must be an awful experience.  > So if you had one night to make my dreams
come true, > what would you do?  (besides lose a few purity points, > haha,
maybe I need to teach YOU a few things) > talk with ya later Oh, boy.  Can
you picture me rubbing my hands together?  One night to make her dream come
true?  Hmmm...  > No, casual sex doesn't make me feel the least bit >
guilty.  I have little use for guilt.  Some of my > favorite episodes have
involved sex at the first > meeting, although it wasn't exactly 'casual.' I
don't > regret any of them.  > > If I had one night with you, I would give
you a night > you would still remember when you're old and gray.  I > would
kiss and touch and lick you all over and fuck > you every way possible
until you came long and hard.  > That's the least I would do.  There would
be other > things, of course, but I'll let you anticipate them.  > > What
would you do for me?  Would you devote yourself > equally to my pleasure?
Would you trust me enough to > give yourself over to me completely for one
night, > letting go of all inhibitions, opening yourself to > me?  This is
easier to say than to do, but it is what > I would expect of you.  > > Does
the thought make you wet?  Let's see how brave > you are.  > > At the end
of this note is a list from the purity > test.  Some are things I haven't
done; others are > things I might like to do again with you.  I haven't >
bothered to include most of the obvious ones.  Copy > the list, delete
anything you're unwilling to do, and > send it back.  You can add things
from the test if > they're not on the list.  Not all of these will >
happen, of course.  Just be sure there's nothing on > the list you send
back that you won't do.  > > You can ask questions.  You can set limits if
you > think you need to, and I'll respect them.  You can > trust me not to
harm you and to practice safe sex.  I > may play-act sometimes, I might
challenge you a > little, but I'll stop if there's anything you really >
don't like.  Otherwise, I'll expect you to be mine for > the night.  > > We
won't meet until then.  You'll have to commit, > sight unseen, as I'm
doing. We'll talk by mail, > perhaps even on the phone, but we'll meet as >
strangers.  Of course, I'll know you intimately by the > time we part.  But
you won't know my full name, I > won't know yours, and we'll probably never
see each > other again.  I checked my e-mail twice a day for the next two
days.  Nothing.  On the third day, on the second check, there was mail from
Linda.  My heart was racing as I opened it.  I knew I had taken a big
chance.  Would she bite?  She had sent back the list unchanged.  At the end
was a note.  > You decide.  Can you meet me at Jack and Jills on Saturday,
> 7 pm.  Ill wear my striped cotton shirt.  I confirmed the date and time
and started making plans.  So, here we were, meeting for the first time at
a wine and coffee bar.  We had come to knock at least three items off our
respective purity test scores -- sex with someone whose name you didn't
know, sex with someone at least 20 years younger or older, and sex with
someone just to reduce your score.  Anything else was gravy.  There was, of
course, the unstated possibility that either of us might call it off.  But
I could tell from the way Linda looked at me -- a mixture of relief and
excitement -- that we were already past that.  If I didn't blow it, it was
going to happen.  I had been thinking about what I wanted to do with Linda
since she had first raised the question.  What would I do if I had one
night to make her dreams come true?  It wasn't the kind of question that
came up in the usual kind of relationship.  Oh, you might speculate whether
you'd make love on the first date, but not much beyond that.  Further
explorations might follow, but they could wait.  This was entirely
different.  In this case, making love was a given unless one of us bailed
out, but I had promised a night she would remember.  To do so, I figured,
I'd have to press the envelope a little, but not too much.  The truth is,
I'm not particularly kinky.  Oral sex is pretty standard, in time if not at
first.  I like anal sex, if the partner is willing, and Linda was already
on record on that subject.  What else could I do?  I had consulted the
purity test and made my plans, hoping I could carry it off.  A waitress was
hovering.  "Would you like a glass of wine, or would you prefer coffee?"
"Wine seems more like it, don't you think?" "Yes, indeed.  White?" "Sure."
I ordered two glasses of Chardonnay.  "I have to confess," I said after the
waitress left, "that I've never done anything like this." "Me neither,"
Linda said, "not really." I looked at her, and she blushed faintly, looking
away.  "Well, I mean," she said, "I guess I've walked out of a party with
someone I'd never met before." "Me, too," I admitted, "but not very often.
The truth is, I'm not good at that." "It's easier for girls," Linda said.
"All you really have to do is be willing." "Yeah." (Come to think of it, I
realized that I had met both my first and second wives at parties.  With
the first, it had been months before we made love.  The second, however,
led to quite a night.  And marriage.  And divorce.  I didn't bring it up.)
"I figured you to be a real terror," Linda said.  "At least that's the way
you come off in your e-mails." "I'm better at writing than talking," I
said. "And better at talking than doing, for that matter." "You must have
done a few things to score 50 percent on the purity test." Linda raised her
eyebrows.  "Yeah, I guess.  But then I'm an old fart.  I've been at it a
while.  You got me beat by a mile in half as many years." She grinned, a
little embarrassed.  "I guess I'm the adventurous type." Until she had
walked through the door, Linda had existed as a formless sex object,
someone I was going to try to fuck silly.  I knew her only through her
e-mails and, content aside, she wasn't an impressive writer.  She had a
casual disregard for spelling and structure that would probably grated on
my writer sensibilities had I not been in rut.  The waitress appeared with
our wine, set the glasses down, and departed.  "Well, here's to
adventures," I said, raising my glass.  Linda clinked hers against it.  "To
adventures!" We drank, looking in each other's eyes.  I think I would have
liked her under any circumstance.  In person, she was lively and quick to
laugh.  We chatted and flirted over our drinks, and I found myself noticing
little things about her -- the way she repeatedly brushed her hair out of
her eyes, the way she pursed her lips when she was amused.  I also admired
the way her youthful breasts pressed against her shirt.  I struggled to
keep my eyes on her face.  "So," I said after a pause.  "I guess this is
the time for you to bow out gracefully if you want to.  I'll be
disappointed, of course, but I won't be mad.  But I'm in if you are." "Oh,
I'm in," Linda said.  "What the hell, why not?  You seem like a nice guy."
"Actually, I am," I said.  "It's embarrassing to admit it, but it's true. I
want you to know that.  I want you to relax and have a good time tonight."
Linda smiled and took another sip of wine.  "I'm not sure how to say this,"
I added.  "What I want you to know is that I'm a kind of actor sometimes,
and it's that kind of evening.  But don't let that scare you.  You can back
out -- stop things -- anytime.  Understand?" She nodded.  "But otherwise,
starting now, I'll expect you to do what you're told." Linda looked at me
for a long moment, and I thought I might have lost her.  Then she nodded,
her eyes still on me.  I nodded back, acknowledging her acceptance, then
took a drink.  "Okay," I said.  "I want you to go to the ladies room and
take off your bra." She hesitated, took a sip of wine.  I said nothing,
just looked at her calmly, waiting.  Linda took a breath and puffed it out
through pursed lips.  She looked over my shoulder toward the back hallway
that led to the restrooms.  Then she gave me a quick smile, pushed her
chair back, picked up her purse, and got up.  As she walked past me, she
let her fingers trail along my forearm.  I waited calmly for her to return,
glancing around the room at the other patrons but intentionally not looking
back toward the restrooms.  Linda wasn't gone long.  She came up behind me
and hugged me from behind, planting a kiss on the top of my head.  I felt a
soft and unfettered breast against my neck.  She went around to her chair
and sat down, putting her purse back at her feet.  I could see her breasts
move gently inside her shirt.  I smiled at her and nodded.  "Good," I said.
"Now sit back.  Let me see you." Her eyes darted to the side, checking to
see if anybody near was looking at her.  She sat up straight and pulled her
shoulders back.  I could see her nipples poking at the cotton fabric.  A
faint smile on my lips, I looked at her breasts.  They were medium-sized
and sagged only slightly.  Ah, youth!  "Thanks," I said.  "I like the way
you look." Linda leaned forward, putting one arm on the table and picking
up her wineglass with the other hand.  She took a good-sized swallow. 
"Jeez," she said.  "How does it feel?" "You mean besides weird?  A little
exposed, I guess, like everyone knows." "Besides that." "Exciting." She
blushed.  "Good." I glanced toward the front door.  "You know, there's a
stack of 'New Times' at the front.  Would you get us a copy, please?" Linda
ducked her head and looked up at me through her eyebrows.  "Yeah, sure,"
she said.  "Like you really want to read it now." "Yes," I said.  "I want
to see what's at the movies." "O-kay," Linda said, giving me an amused
grimace.  She got up, turned, and walked to the front.  My eyes were not
the only ones that followed her there and back.  She knew it, too, although
she looked straight ahead.  She kept her head up and her shoulders back. 
There was just the faintest extra twitch to her bottom as she walked away
from me.  On the way back, her eyes were on mine, both of us smiling.  She
handed me the paper and sat down.  "Thanks," I said.  "You're welcome." I
opened the paper, a local tabloid, and paged through it until I found the
end of the movie listings where the adult theater ads were located.  I knew
what I would find, since I'd seen a copy the day before when I had scouted
the place for our meeting.  "Oh, look," I said, feigning surprise. 
"There's a new film with Samantha Woo." I turned the paper so Linda could
see.  "Ever been to a porn film?" "I've seen videos." "Feel like going to a
movie?" "Uh...  what time does it start?" "Does it matter?" "I guess not."
"Shall we go, then?" Without waiting for an answer, I waved to the
waitress, rubbing my thumb and fingers together to signal for the check. 
She brought it.  I glanced at it, dropped a $10 bill on top and stood up. I
helped Linda scoot her chair back, and she stood up.  I let her go ahead of
me.  Eyes -- some male, some female -- darted at her, then at me.  Outside,
I led Linda to my car.  It was a short, 10-minute drive to the theater,
whose location I had also scouted the day before.  "Do you go to porno
movies often?" Linda asked, leaning back in the corner of the front seat.
"Haven't been in years." "So...  what's it like?  Do many women go?" "Not
many," I said, "but some.  It'll be okay.  Usually, there's not that many
people, and everybody spreads out." "Mmm." We parked and walked to the
theater.  Linda stuck close to me, craning her neck to look at the marquee,
glancing at the posters.  "God," she said.  "The titles!" "And the names,"
I said.  "The names are my favorite." "Oh, jeez," Linda said, but she was
smiling.  The ticket seller was a woman, middle-aged -- younger than I was,
in other words, but older than Linda.  "Enjoy the movie," she said.  She
smiled at us.  It wasn't quite a smirk.  We could hear the grunts, sighs
and tacky music the moment we entered the building.  When we pushed through
the doors into the darkened theater, the screen was filled with a close-up
of a longhaired brunette giving head to a man.  It was definitely a man,
even though we could see nothing above his waist or below his knees. 
Fortunately, the scene was bright enough that we could find an unoccupied
area off to the left where we could sit with some privacy.  I guided Linda
into the row and over several seats from the aisle.  "There are NO women in
this theater," Linda whispered.  "Just one," I admitted, "unless you count
that brunette." "God, look at her go!" Linda breathed into my ear.  I could
feel her soft breast press against my arm, the nipple a firm pebble.  "Pay
attention," I said.  "She's pretty good.  See how she uses her hand?" "I
think she would have room for both hands," Linda giggled.  "Gad, he's big!"
"It's trick photography," I said.  "It's an illusion." "Yeah, sure," she
said.  She pressed closer against me.  "Are you trying to tell me you're
not that big?" "Nowhere near," I said.  "Definitely a one-hander." Linda
giggled.  "Good.  It would just be wasted anyway.  I'm a little girl." "Not
all stretched out from overuse?" "Nope.  Tight as a little bunny.  You like
little bunnies?" I looked at her in the reflected light from the screen. 
She wriggled against me, making her breast slide across my arm.  I bent my
head down and kissed her.  Her mouth opened and our tongues danced
together. I reached across her and cupped her breast.  Her breath hissed in
and out through her nose while we continued the kiss.  Then I broke it off
and turned back in my seat.  On screen, the female had pushed the male down
onto his back and was straddling his waist, her hand between her thighs
still wrapped around him, guiding him toward her center.  I heard Linda
take a long, deep breath as the woman on the screen positioned the man's
tool and began to sink down on it.  Linda pressed her thighs together, then
let them relax again.  As the camera switched to a close-up of the screen
couple coupling, Linda shifted her arm and laid her hand, palm down, on my
thigh.  I could feel the warmth of her bare hand through the fabric of my
pants.  The camera shifted again, and we were behind the woman, watching
her lift and drop.  "Jeez," Linda whispered, wriggling in her seat.  "I
hope you know this is making me horny." "I hope so." I felt her hand move
inward.  Her fingers crawled across my thigh and found my penis.  It was
already half hard, and quickly became harder.  "Let's see..." Linda said,
tracing from the head up along my length until it found my balls.  Then she
cupped her hand around me and kneaded the straining tube under my pants. 
It was my turn to take a deep, long breath and let it out in a sigh.  "So
what do you think?" I asked.  "About what?" "About what you've got your
hand on." "Oh, this ol' thang?" Linda tightened her hold and moved her hand
back and forth.  I didn't say anything.  "Oh, I guess it'll do." She
glanced at me, then moved closer and put her lips close to my ear.  "I'd
like to swallow it whole," she whispered, then licked my ear with the tip
of her tongue.  I turned to her and gave her a quick kiss.  "I think that
could be arranged." For the next half-hour, people did various things on
the screen, and Linda and I amused each other with comments on the
silliness of the plot.  It was not a very good movie, even by the lax
standards of porn.  Linda's hand felt good on me, but I had other ideas.  I
put an arm around her and now I reached down, took her hand and moved it
back to her own lap.  She gave me a puzzled look.  I put my mouth close to
her ear.  At the same time, I moved a hand over hers and pressed it into
her crotch.  "Touch yourself," I whispered.  "No one can see but me." Linda
looked at me, shook her head and whispered "No!" I ignored her.  Keeping my
hand curled over hers, I began to press her fingers into her crotch with
mine.  She resisted at first, but I kept up the insistent massage, my eyes
on the screen as if nothing was happening.  After a while, she quit
resisting and let me stroke her with her own fingers.  Still later, I felt
them begin to move on their own.  I pulled my hand away and leaned forward
against the back of the seat in front of me, blocking the view although
there was no one who could have seen.  I heard Linda take a deep and ragged
breath.  After a few minutes, she leaned over against me.  "Dammit, Alan, I
don't want to come.  I might...  Someone might hear." I turned to her
smiling and kissed her.  Linda lifted her hand and put it around me. 
"That's all right," I said.  "I just wanted to see if you'd do it." She
gave me a grimace that turned into a smile.  Moving her lips close to my
ear, she whispered, "Oh, I did it all right.  My panties are soaked.  I
just hope nobody can tell when we leave." I kissed her on the temple and
gave her a hug.  We turned our attention back to the movie.  There was a
party, it seemed, and people were pairing off in various combinations.  A
jealous husband kept trying to prevent his wife from joining in.  She, on
the other hand, was increasingly determined to get her share before it was
all gone.  When the husband left the room to get fresh drinks, she grabbed
the hand of the man sitting next to her and dragged him off to a bedroom.
Before long, after some obligatory licks, she climbed aboard and began to
ride him.  They were, of course, soon discovered by the husband.  With the
acting subtlety of a teenager, he registered first surprise (wideopen
eyes), then anger (scowling and smacking a fist into his hand), and then
craftiness (lowered brows and an evil grin).  He tiptoed up behind the
woman like a cartoon character and dropped his pants.  He was not wearing
underwear, of course.  "Oh-oh," whispered Linda.  "Double trouble." "No!" I
said.  "Do you think?" The camera shifted so we could see the woman's face.
Her eyes popped open in surprise when she felt a new pair of hands on her
butt.  She looked over her shoulder, smiled and waggled her fanny.  "Hi,
honey," she said.  "You wanna fuck my ass?" "Uh-huh," said the husband,
which turned out to be his last line of dialogue.  He moved closer and
rooted at her.  The woman pulled her head back and gritted her teeth. 
"Yeah, sure," Linda whispered.  "What's the matter?  Too realistic for
you?" I asked, grinning.  The camera shifted again, and we watched the guy
burrow into her rear channel (where the gleam of lubrication had magically
appeared) while the guy behind her struggled to keep from popping out.  I
glanced at Linda.  She was staring at the screen, breathing through her
mouth.  I smiled to myself.  Penetration achieved, the two guys started
seesawing into the woman.  After a while, Linda resumed stroking me.  Then
she leaned close again.  "Are we going to do that?" "I don't see how," I
whispered back.  "I didn't bring another guy." She squeezed me hard enough
to make me wince, but not enough to really hurt.  "You know what I mean."
"We'll see," I said.  "Depends on whether you behave or not." "Maybe I
won't let you then." I looked at her.  "Remember the rules," I hissed. 
"I'll do whatever I want." Her eyes jerked to my face.  She could see I was
serious.  Actually, I was just acting serious.  Linda watched me for a
moment, and then slowly nodded.  "Whatever." We turned back to the movie,
which appeared to be recycling earlier footage to extend the session. 
Eventually, however, all good things come to an end.  The guy on top pulled
out and came all over the woman's back and fanny.  Then she pulled off the
guy beneath her and lay down beside him.  He flailed away for a few moments
and came on her face and tits.  "Wow," whispered Linda flatly.  "What fun."
That was the end of the movie.  The credits started to crawl up the screen.
"Seen enough?" I asked.  Linda nodded.  I stood up, offered my hand to her,
and we headed for the exit, leading most of the small crowd - most of whom
were looking at us.  I put my arm around Linda's shoulders, and she
snuggled in close, half burying her face in my chest.  Back in the car, we
headed back the way we had come.  "Now where?" asked Linda.  "I have a room
at the San Regio," I said, naming a local hotel.  She looked at me for
several moments.  "You're not cheating on your old lady, are you?" "Nope. I
just wanted a nicer place than I've got." The truth was that I was between
jobs and staying with friends, a situation that was not conducive to
planned activities.  But I didn't want to tell Linda that.  I had checked
into the room that afternoon, so we just strolled in and caught the
elevator to the ninth floor.  I had tried for the tenth, which was the top,
but no suites were available on short notice.  Still, I was pleased with
the room, which had a nice view over the city lights, a sitting room, and a
separate bedroom with king-size bed.  Linda excused herself and headed for
the bathroom.  I used the time to open the bottle of champagne I had left
cooling in the ice bucket.  I poured two glasses and handed one to Linda
when she emerged from the bathroom.  She folded her glasses and put them in
her purse.  I noticed that she had opened another button of her shirt,
giving me a peek of the tops of her breasts.  We clinked glasses and took a
sip, then she headed to the window.  "Nice," said Linda, looking out over
the city.  I wondered if the view was wasted on her, now that she'd taken
off her glasses.  After another swallow of champagne, I set my glass down
and moved up behind her, slipping my hands around her waist.  She snuggled
back against me.  After a few moments, I planted a small kiss behind her
ear, then nibbled down her neck.  Linda took a drink and put her glass down
on the windowsill.  I opened two more buttons and slid my hand inside her
blouse to cup a bare breast.  "Oh, god," Linda whispered over her shoulder.
"I've been waiting to feel your hand on me since I took my bra off." She
pressed against my hand.  I stroked her nipple with my thumb.  It stiffened
in response.  Linda twisted in my arms, turning to face me.  We kissed, a
deep, probing kiss that went on for a long time.  She scissored her legs
around my thigh and pressed her body against me, moving her hips in and out
slowly, then grinding her pelvis against my leg.  "You have NO idea how
horny I am," she murmured when the kiss finally ended.  "You're making it
hard for me to dominate you," I said.  "You're supposed to resist." Linda
chuckled and bit my neck.  "Try and FIND something I don't want to do." I
led her to the couch, sat her down and knelt in front of her.  Slipping
between her knees, I pulled Linda forward and kissed her deeply. 
Meanwhile, I began unbuttoning the rest of her shirt.  She raised her hands
and began to do the same for me.  I let her get two unfastened before I
brushed her hands away.  "Later," I said.  I pulled Linda's blouse open,
exposing her bare tits and lowered my mouth to them.  She sank back against
the sofa while I licked and tongued and sucked at them.  She moaned
faintly. Meanwhile, I moved my hands to the waist of her slacks and
unfastened them.  Linda put both her arms around my neck.  After I slid the
zipper down and tugged at the waistband, she lifted her hips to help me
slip the pants and underwear over her butt.  I backed away from her then
and worked the pants down her legs, slipping off each shoe and pulling the
leg free.  Linda lay against the sofa back, helping a little but mostly
passive.  I draped the pants over the arm of the sofa, then pushed to my
feet.  Moving back between her legs, I leaned forward and kissed her again.
Linda kissed back hungrily.  Then I began to work my mouth down her body --
nipping, sucking, kissing.  I lingered a moment in the soft hollow of her
neck, moved onto her shoulder where I gnawed on the rounded muscle, kissed
down her arm to the crevice inside her elbow, licked and kissed and bit at
the inside of her wrists.  I lifted her other arm to my face, licked the
inside of her biceps and buried my mouth briefly in the hollow of her
elbow. I took her fingers deep into my mouth and sucked them one by one,
flicking my tongue into the crevices between them.  Moving back to her
torso, I licked only her nipples with the end of my tongue, feeling them
swell in response.  Dropping lower, I found her bellybutton, and buried my
tongue in it.  Bypassing her sex, I moved my hungry mouth to Linda's
thighs, kissing the top and inside flesh, moved downward to lick at the
softness behind her knee, and gnawed gently down her shin and calf to her
ankle.  There, I licked and kissed and nibbled around her foot, finding the
soft, tender places like the inside of her arch.  I licked the tops of her
toes, pushing my tongue between them.  I moved to the other foot and began
to retrace my way upward, using my lips, tongue, teeth and hands to stroke
and kiss her soft flesh.  When I reached her other thigh, I could smell
Linda's arousal and knew she was ready for me.  Slowly, I worked my way
closer to her sex, approaching but then veering off to the side to nibble
at the other thigh or lick the crevice where her leg joined her torso, so
tantalizingly close but not there.  Her hips were moving, rolling slightly,
wanting to move my tongue to her center.  Linda raised both her hands,
stroked them through my hair, and left them there to hold the sides of my
head.  She groaned, partly in passion and partly in complaint.  She was
trying to pull me to her but seemed too weak to overpower my unwillingness.
Finally, I moved toward her center, pausing a fraction of an inch away, and
blew gently across the wetness of her opening.  The lips were red and
swollen and slick.  I extended my tongue and let it slide slowly upward
between the lips.  "Ahhhh," Linda moaned, and pushed her hips toward me,
but I pulled back and began to lick gently all around and between with just
the tip of my tongue.  Gradually, over long moments, I increased the
pressure, until my tongue was sliding through her slot from bottom to top,
flicking across her clitoris at the top of each stroke.  Turning my head
sideways, I sucked first one then the other of her pussy lips into my
mouth, where I chewed gently on the flesh, coarse and hairy on one side,
slick and smooth on the other.  The aroma of her arousal now filled my
senses.  Pushing forward again, I buried my tongue as deeply as possible
inside her, probing and then licking at the sides.  Linda's fingers twined
in my hair, twisting and clutching and pulling me to her.  By now, her
breath was ragged and rapid -- quick gasps inward followed by trembling
releases.  Her hips were in constant motion.  "Please!" she hissed through
clenched teeth.  "Please, now!  I want you inside me." "Not yet," I said.
"This first one is just for you." Linda moaned in frustration.  In partial
compensation, I moved a hand up to her pussy and slowly pressed a finger
inside, working it in and out until it was thoroughly coated in her juices.
I probed deeply into her, curling my finger until it pressed strongly
against the upper wall.  At the same time, I slid my thumb over her
clitoris, alternating with my tongue, which continued to lick and stroke
her soaked middle.  Linda whimpered and pushed onto my finger, stroking her
hips back and forth.  She was panting and groaning; her hands clawed at my
scalp.  I knew she was close and increased my efforts, lashing at her clit
with my tongue, sliding across and beside it with my thumb, rolling my
finger deep inside her.  Linda bucked beneath me, cried out, and came.  Her
knees squeezed against me convulsively and her breath rasped in and out of
her throat.  Finally, she relaxed, almost collapsed, thighs weakly splayed,
arms limp along the sofa seat, eyes rolled up and showing white, mouth
open. I tapered her off, slid my finger out of her, and shifted my lips to
her thighs.  Finally, I sat back on my heels.  Linda's eyes focussed on me
through droopy lids.  "Whoo," she panted.  "I think I needed that." I
smiled at her, leaned forward and hugged her.  She wrapped her arms around
me weakly, nuzzling at my neck.  Casually, I slipped my hand behind the
cushion in the corner of the sofa, slid out a set of furlined handcuffs and
had her first wrist secured before Linda realized what was happening. 
"What...!?" she said, startled.  "Hold still," I said.  She tried to
resist, but I was much stronger, and it was fairly easy with two hands to
capture and cuff her other wrist.  "What the hell!" Linda complained.  "You
don't need to do this.  I've done what you said.  I haven't exactly
resisted, you know." "Yes," I said, "but we've just begun.  The next part
of the evening will be easier if you don't have too many options." "You
bastard!" she cried.  "Let me out of these!  Right now!" "Linda," I replied
calmly, "listen to me." She sputtered and complained for a while.  She
tried to get up, but it was easy to keep her off balance with a grip on the
chain between the cuffs.  I ignored her complaints and waited for her to
run down.  Finally, seeing she was getting nowhere, she shut up.  "If it's
really what you want, I'll take these cuffs off," I said.  "But, if I do,
that will be the end of the evening.  Remember, you promised 'whatever I
want.' What I want right now is for you to wear these handcuffs." Linda
looked at me defiantly but said nothing, thinking.  "Look," I said, "I'm
not going to hurt you.  I just want to control you.  If you don't like it,
you can say stop.  That was our agreement, and I'll keep it.  The question
is, will you keep yours?" She still didn't speak, but she sat there.  "You
don't have to say yes.  Just nod." Slowly, her eyes on mine, uncertainly,
she nodded slightly.  "Good.  Then sit up." Linda raised her back from the
sofa.  I helped by pulling on the cuff chain.  "Now, turn that way," I
said, pointing to the side.  She shifted on the sofa.  I reached under the
pillow in the other corner of the sofa and pulled out a blindfold.  "Hold
still," I said, letting go of the cuffs.  I waited to make sure she would
sit quietly, then placed the blindfold over her eyes and adjusted the
elastic around the back of her head.  "Why are you doing that?" "I want to
focus you on sensation," I said.  "No distractions.  When I kiss you, I
want you to feel my lips.  When I touch you, I want you to feel my fingers.
And when you touch me, I want you to feel your fingers touching me. 
Understand?" Linda nodded.  "Besides," I said, "it's easier to control you
if you can't see." Her face turned toward me.  I'm sure she was wondering
which of my reasons was the more important one.  In truth, I'm not sure I
could say.  I wanted her in a state of responsiveness.  Controlling her and
focussing her on sensation were both part of that.  "Face toward the
front," I told her, standing up.  When she had done so, I moved forward,
pushing her knees apart with my legs.  "Open my pants." I thought I saw a
small grin twitch across her lips, but it was quickly erased.  Linda
reached forward blindly to find my body and fumbled upward with her joined
hands until she found my belt.  Unable to see, she struggled with it
briefly but managed to get it undone.  She unfastened the hook at the top
and then slid the zipper down.  She reached for the waistband of my
underwear, but I pushed her hands away.  "I said open my pants, that's
all," I growled.  "If I want more, I'll tell you." She raised her head
toward me, staring with covered eyes, then dropped her hands back to her
lap.  "Good," I said.  "Now you can take it out." Linda raised her hands to
my waist again and worked my underpants over my erection, pulling them out
and over it carefully.  She moved her hands to the side of my hips and
hesitated, waiting for a reprimand.  When it didn't come, she slid my
underwear over my butt and pulled both pants and underwear down to
mid-thigh.  Then she lowered her hands to her lap again.  "Very good," I
said.  "Now, open your mouth." She hesitated a moment, then slowly tilted
her head back a little and let her lower jaw open.  I moved closer and
placed the head of my penis between her lips.  Linda let it lay there, not
moving.  I slid back and forth across her tongue a few times.  "Suck on
it," I told.  "Use your tongue and your lips.  I know you know how." She
did.  She closed her lips around my hardness and rubbed her tongue back and
forth underneath it.  She pushed forward slowly, taking me deeper into her
mouth, then pulled back while sucking hard.  She did that several times,
taking me deeper each time.  "You can use your hands," I said.  They came
up quickly, eagerly, and Linda wrapped them together around me, with the
handcuff chain hanging underneath.  It was easier for her with something to
hang onto.  She sucked me vigorously, aggressively.  I pumped my hips back
and forth, bumping my pelvis against her hands, which kept me from pushing
too far into her mouth.  I put my hands behind Linda's head, twining my
fingers in her hair and guided her back and forth.  I knew I wouldn't last
long.  Not just today, but the whole week leading up to tonight had been a
gradual crescendo.  The feel of Linda's expert sucking was pushing me
toward the edge, and the view I had only added to my rising pleasure.  At
my waist, my rampant hardon was plunging in and out of her mouth through
her tightly grasping fingers, set off by the fur-lined handcuffs that
surrounded her wrists.  The blindfold took away her personality, making her
a sucking machine, an impersonal device for my pleasure.  Below that, her
young, naked body was open to my gaze, without her knowledge.  Her firm
breasts bobbed as she thrust forward and backed away.  Further below, her
naked thighs and the dark nest of her sex showed between her spread legs. I
fucked her blindfolded face.  I hammered against her hands and, sensing I
was getting close, Linda pumped faster, sucked harder, moaned more loudly,
urged me to come in her greedy, demanding mouth.  I felt my nuts tighten,
felt an electric tremor shoot up and down my spine, felt the cum boil up,
felt my penis jerk and shake and spew bolts of hot cum through the narrow
channel to jet out of the tip into Linda's warm, sucking, welcoming cavern
of a mouth.  She whined when she felt the first spurt, pumped faster,
sucked harder, swallowed convulsively, taking it all, pulling it out of me,
begging for more.  I let Linda nurse on me for a while, then slid myself
out of her mouth and wiped my wet and deflating rod on her cheeks.  Kicking
off my pants and underwear, which had fallen around my ankles, I stumbled
over to the bar on trembling legs and poured us each a fresh glass of
champagne.  When I pressed it into her hands, Linda gulped down half of it
thirstily and then sank back against the couch.  I sat in a chair and
watched her.  With my own champagne, I washed down a 100-mg tablet of
Viagra which I had retrieved from my pants pocket.  She didn't need to know
about that.  Neither of us spoke for some time.  Linda finished her glass
of champagne and silently held it out for more.  I forced myself to get up,
fetched the bottle, and poured her half a glass.  "Drink up," I said. 
"It's time for round three." Linda cocked her head, as if to say "Oh,
yeah?" But she raised the glass and drained it.  I went back over to her
and, taking her upper arms, urged her to her feet.  I took the empty glass
from her hand and guided her out of the sitting room to the bathroom. 
"Wait here," I said.  I went into the bedroom and got the bag I had
prepared and left there that afternoon.  I took several items from the bag
and left them on the nightstand, along with Linda's glass.  When I returned
to the bathroom carrying the bag, Linda was still standing where I had left
her, her arms hanging in front of her.  I spread the bath mat on the floor
and padded it further with two towels.  Moving in front of her and guiding
her into place, I told her to kneel down.  "What's going on?" Linda asked,
as she sank down onto her knees with my help.  "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to help you get ready for the next part," I said.  "What do you
mean by that?" A trace of nervousness had crept into her tone.  "You'll
see," I said.  "Now, I want you to lean forward and put your head on your
hands." After a brief hesitation, Linda slowly complied.  I stepped behind
her and sat on the toilet seat.  She had slumped down into a crouch, too
low for my purpose.  "Raise your butt up," I said, opening the bag.  "What
are you going to do?" Linda asked again, even more nervous.  "You're not
going to spank me, are you?  I don't like that sort of thing..." "I'd never
hit you, even if you wanted me to," I said calmly.  "Now, be quiet and hold
still." I opened a tube of KY Jelly and squeezed some onto my fingers. 
Then, spreading the cheeks of her ass with the other hand, I rubbed the
jelly onto her anus.  Using my middle finger, I worked most of it up inside
her.  "Oh, you dirty old man!" Linda chuckled.  "And so soon, too." Without
answering, I pulled a Fleet enema out of the bag, opened the box, removed
the cap, and slid the nozzle into her butt.  "What's that?" Linda asked,
alarmed.  "What are you doing?" Squeezing slowing, I began pumping the
liquid into her.  "I told you.  I'm getting you ready." Linda squirmed as
she felt the liquid go into her but didn't try to move away.  I pulled the
nozzle out and dropped the empty container back into the bag.  "You can
relax for a while," I said.  "This will take a few minutes." "My god!"
Linda said, suddenly realizing what had happened.  "Did you just...  Did
you give me...?" "An enema?  Yes, I did.  It will help clean you out."
"Goddammit!  I never...  I mean..." "It was on the list," I said, "and you
didn't delete it." "Yes, but..." "Be quiet," I said.  "It's too late now
anyway." I stroked her back calmly.  "We want to make sure everything is
nice and clean inside you, now don't we?" "Oh, god," Linda moaned.  "I can
feel it already." "Yes," I said.  "It works pretty fast." "You...  you've
got to leave.  I'm going to have to go." "Oh, not yet," I said, continuing
to stroke her back.  "You need to hold it as long as possible." We stayed
like that for another minute or two, me stroking her back and Linda
groaning occasionally.  I slipped my hand under her belly and massaged it
gently.  "Oh, god, don't do that.  It makes it worse." "No, dear.  It makes
it better.  Just hold on a little while longer.  I know you can do it."
Linda was clenching her butt cheeks tightly now.  I continued to massage
her stomach for another minute.  Her insides were starting to grumble and
gurgle.  Linda moaned each time that I pressed my hand against her belly.
She was trembling now.  "Please," she said, desperately.  "Just a little
more." I continued to rub her stomach, but very gently.  I didn't want to
cause an accident.  "Oh, please!" Linda begged.  "I don't think I can hold
it any longer.  Please!" "Okay," I said.  "Go ahead." She started to get
up. "Aren't you going to leave?" "Why?" "Oh, Jesus.  Don't make me do this.
Please leave!" "Are you sure you want me to?" "YES!  PLEASE!" Her voice was
wild with desperation.  "Well, all right." I got slowly to my feet, walked
to the door and started out, then turned back.  "I'll just step outside
then.  Stay there until I close the door.  Open it when you're done." I
stepped outside, flicking on the exhaust fan as I went, and pulled the door
closed behind me.  I heard Linda scrambling to her feet as I walked away.
Even across the room, I could hear her bowels burst, expelling a stream
into the toilet bowl.  I smiled to myself.  While Linda was busy in the
bathroom, I spent a few minutes arranging things in the bedroom.  On the
nightstand, I had placed two vibrators in different sizes and an anal plug,
a bottle of massage oil, a squeeze bottle of honey, a jar of pre-mixed
peanut butter and jelly, and a large electric massage wand, almost as big
as my forearm, which I plugged into the wall.  Then I pulled down the cover
and the top sheet of the bed, spread a plastic drop cloth and covered it
with an old sheet, then tucked them both in.  Finally, I checked the rope I
had tied to the headboard earlier that afternoon and brought the icebucket
from the sitting room, along with the remaining champagne and my glass.  I
had been tracking sounds from the bathroom as I worked.  The toilet had
been flushed and then, after a while, flushed again.  Just as I was
finished up, I heard water running in the sink, so I went over to the door
and waited.  "Are you finished?" I asked, when nothing happened for several
moments.  "...Yes," Linda said faintly.  "Then open the door." There was a
brief pause, and then the handle turned and the door swung open a few
inches.  I pushed it in.  Linda was leaning weakly against the sink.  The
blindfold was perched on top of her head.  "Did I tell you to take that
off?" I demanded.  "I had to see," she said apologetically.  "So I
could...find things." "Put it back on." She looked at me a moment as if
considering whether to defy me, but then she slowly brought her cuffed
hands up and pulled the blindfold down.  I stepped over to her and adjusted
the elastic so that it fit properly.  "That's better," I said.  "Now, I
think maybe a shower is in order." Stepping past her, I turned on the
faucet and let the water run into the tub.  While it was warming up, I
unwrapped a bar of hotel soap and put it in the shower tray.  I adjusted
the water to a comfortable temperature but didn't switch to the shower yet.
Instead, I stepped into the tub.  "Okay," I said, "come on in." Guiding and
steadying her, I helped Linda get into the tub, then slid the shower door
closed.  Positioning myself between her and the showerhead, I turned it on,
letting it beat against my back.  "Raise your hands up," I told her.  "We
wouldn't want to get those fur cuffs wet." Linda put her hands on top of
her head.  I moved to the side and guided her forward into the spray,
turning her back and forth so that the water flowed over her body.  When
she was thoroughly wet, I stepped between her and the cascading water again
and pulled her back up against my chest.  Picking up the bar of soap, I
began to wash her, starting at her neck and working over her upper chest
and under her arms, moving on to her breasts, which I washed gently but
thoroughly, massaging them with my hands, lifting each to wash the
undersides and the crease underneath, noting that her nipples were
responding, poking out in reaction to my slick, sliding palms.  Pressing
Linda back against my chest, I worked the soap lower across her stomach and
upper thighs, then centered my hands to soap her bush and slide my fingers
into her crotch, trailing them through the outer lips.  Linda leaned her
head back and rested it against my shoulder.  When I had washed as far down
as I could conveniently reach, I turned her to face me and pressed her soft
and soapy breasts to my chest.  Starting at her shoulders, I massaged as
much as washed them, feeling her relax as my slick fingers worked the
muscles near her neck and then probed downward onto her back.  Linda draped
her cuffed hands around my neck and hung from me, groaning in sensuous
pleasure, rocking slightly from side to side and rubbing her breasts
against me.  My prick reacted to the massage she was giving me, rising
between her thighs.  Linda clasped it between them, rolling it in the soapy
crevice.  She kissed my neck and nipped it with her teeth.  I washed down
her lower back, pausing to work the muscles there, pulling her tight
against me.  Then I moved downward to the soft cheeks of Linda's fanny --
lifting, squeezing, pulling her against me and making my prick slide back
and forth between her legs.  Pausing then to work up more lather on my
hands, I slipped between the cheeks and washed her thoroughly, intimately,
running my fingers through the crease down to the perineum, then returning
to circle her anus and probe it gently.  Gathering more soap, I returned
and slowly worked a finger into her, rolling it against the clenching
muscles of her sphincters, until I was buried all the way in her bottom. 
Linda hung from my neck, her head lolling back.  Her breath had quickened,
and her hips moved languorously, stroking my prick between her thighs and
helping my finger slide in and out of her backside.  Reluctantly, I drew my
finger out of Linda's bottom and lifted her arms from around my neck. 
Helping her to hold them up, I turned her back to the shower spray and
knelt in front of her.  Taking the soap again, I washed her legs, starting
at the top of each thigh and working slowly downward -- front, back and
inside.  Again, my probing fingers massaged as much as washed her.  I
lifted each foot onto my thigh and soaped it carefully, running my hands
over the top and under the arch and behind the heel and between the toes.
Linda steadied herself with her hands on my head.  Finally, I stood and
turned her under the spray to rinse off, then quickly washed and rinsed
myself.  I shut off the water, stepped out and helped Linda do the same. 
Then I swaddled her in a bath towel and dried her as thoroughly as I had
washed her.  During all this time, I had scarcely spoken except to say
"Turn around" or "Move over here," and Linda had said nothing at all except
murmurs and moans of pleasure.  "There," I said finally, when we both were
dry.  "That's much better." Linda, still blindfolded, stood there quietly
with her hands cuffed in front of her.  She seemed content, almost dreamy.
I opened the bathroom door and led her carefully to the bed.  Turning her
back to it, I told her to sit down and, when she had done so, to lie back.
I lifted her legs onto the bed and helped her scoot to the center.  "Now,"
I said, "time for more fun." Linda smiled uncertainly.  I raised her arms
above her head and quickly tied the rope I had attached to the headboard
earlier to the handcuffs.  Linda said nothing and did not resist, only
pulling on the rope a little when I was done to test it.  Otherwise, she
lay there passively.  "Let me see," I said, sitting on the bed beside her
and picking up the squeeze bottle of honey, "I think I'll start here." I
squeezed a little onto my fingertip and dabbed it in the center of her
lower lip.  "Try that," I said.  The tip of Linda's tongue came out
cautiously and touched the bead of honey on her lip.  She pulled it back,
caught the taste, and immediately licked her lip again.  "Mmmm," she said,
"honey." "Yes." I squeezed another dab directly onto her cheekbone, just
beneath her eye, leaned forward, and licked it off her face.  "Your turn,"
I said, putting honey on my finger and smearing it on my cheek.  I bent
down again and offered my cheek to her lips.  Linda licked it off me
hungrily.  I squeezed a little puddle into the hollow of her throat and
then cleaned it off with my lips and tongue.  When I was done, I put more
honey on her lips, and we kissed it off together.  Then I put a dab on one
of my nipples and lowered my chest to Linda's mouth, where she sucked it
off me.  In turn, I squeezed honey onto both of her nipples and then worked
at them alternately until they were both erect and straining.  Moving
lower, I filled Linda's belly button and licked it clean.  Then I slipped
the nozzle between the lips of her sex and squeezed a generous amount into
her.  Pulling the nozzle out, I dribbled more honey onto her clit until it
ran down over the cleft.  Setting the bottle aside, I moved down between
Linda's legs and attacked her pussy, licking between the lips and up across
her clit, probing deep within her with my tongue, scraping the inside of
her channel in search of sweetness.  Linda's knees spread wide to open
herself to me.  At times, squealing when the feeling became too much, she
clasped my head between her thighs, her arms straining against the rope
that held her hands above her head.  Linda was writhing beneath my mouth
when I finally stopped.  I sat up and picked up the jar of peanut butter
and jelly.  Scooping some out with my finger, I pressed it against her
lips. When she opened them, I slid my finger into her mouth, where she
nursed on it voraciously.  "Ummm, peanut butter and jelly, my favorite!"
Linda said, grinning and licking her lips when I pulled my cleaned finger
from her mouth.  Changing position, I swung my leg over her torso and
straddled her chest just beneath her breasts.  "Good," I said.  'I've got
more for you." I worked a second pillow under her head, propping her up. 
"Got an idea what's coming?" I got more of the mixture and smeared it on
the head of my erection.  "Give it to me!  I'm hungry!" Linda opened her
mouth wide, waiting.  I leaned forward and placed the head on her tongue.
She clamped down on it with her lips, sucking vigorously and swirling her
tongue around it.  Taking more of the mixture from the jar, I spread it
around the shaft and onto her lips.  Then, resting my hands on the
headboard, I moved over her and pressed deeper into her mouth.  She licked
and sucked at me as I slid in and out.  Reluctantly pulling away from her
for a moment, I reapplied another measure of peanut butter and jelly and
then returned to her eager lips, wiping the head of my dick across them as
her tongue darted out to lick at me.  Then I pressed forward again, going
as deep into her mouth as I dared.  Linda nursed at me until I was clean
again, except for a faint ring that circled the shaft just beyond her
reach. Finally, I pulled out of her mouth and climbed off her chest.  "And
I thought I was supposed to be the crazy one," Linda said, leering and
panting.  "You are," I said, "but I'm pretty crazy, too." I looked at the
items on the nightstand, debating what to do next.  Deciding, I picked up
the KY Jelly and the butt plug.  "Now what?" asked Linda, sensing a change
in program.  "You know, you haven't fucked me yet.  You know, plain
ordinary fucking?" "All in good time, my dear." Setting the items on the
bed beside her, I took both her ankles in my hands and pushed upward. 
Linda bent her knees without protest, and I pressed her feet back until
they almost touched her fanny.  Then I picked up the tube of jelly,
squeezed some onto my fingers, and slipped them into the crack of her ass.
"Oooh," she sighed.  "You know I like that, don't you?" I pressed a finger
into her butt slowly, working it around and gradually pushing it deeper. 
Linda rolled her hips as I did, helping me stretch her back passage.  I
pulled my finger out, added more jelly, and pushed it back in again, making
sure she was well lubricated.  Then I applied more KY to the butt plug and
pressed the tip against her anus.  "What's that?" "Um, call it a
placeholder," I said.  "Relax, now.  I'm going to push it in." She held
still while I slowly pressed the plug into her ass, rotating it from side
to side in the tight passage, pulling back a little, and then pushing it
deeper.  Linda moaned with pleasure and arched to meet the invading plug
until the widest part slid past the opening and the flared bottom was tight
against her ass.  "God," she said, "that feels so wicked." Cleaning my
fingers on the sheet, I picked up the smaller of the two vibrators,
squeezed KY jelly onto the top and spread it around with my other hand,
being careful about transferring germs from back to front.  Then I slipped
the tip between the lips of her pussy, found the opening, and pressed
inward.  "Oooh, yes!" Linda said.  "Come on in!  Momma's hungry!" I worked
the vibe into her a couple of inches and turned it on low, which brought a
moan of pleasure from Linda.  Then, pulling out slightly and pressing
deeper each time, I gradually pushed the humming plastic tube into her
depths until only the last quarter of its length remained outside.  After
twisting the cap to increase the speed, I stretched out beside Linda, my
hand on the vibrator.  I kissed her deeply, and she twisted her body to
press against me.  Sliding an arm under her shoulders to hold her breasts
to mine, I used my other hand to fuck her with the vibrator.  Linda whined
through her nose while I was kissing her, and, by the time I broke the
kiss, she was panting and thrusting her hips up eagerly.  She was actually
doing most of the work, pushing up and sliding back on the plastic column.
"Mmmm," Linda moaned.  "That's really got me going, baby.  I'm so fucking
horny!" I cranked the vibrator on full and, while continuing to help Linda
hump herself on it, I roamed over her face and neck and upper body with my
lips and tongue.  I kissed and nibbled and sucked at every sensitive place
I could reach.  I kissed her ear and her throat, her shoulders and breasts,
and the exposed and exquisitely tender skin under her arms.  Linda moaned
and gasped with each attack.  She was trembling, and every few moments a
shudder would wrack her whole body.  I knew she was getting close, but I
didn't want her to come yet.  It was still too soon.  I pulled the vibrator
out of her slowly, switched it off, and put it on the nightstand.  "Aww,"
Linda complained.  "I was so close." "I thought you wanted me to fuck you,"
I said, picking up a condom and tearing open the package.  "Oh, Jesus,
yes!" Linda cried.  "Hurry!" I rolled the rubber onto my raging hard-on and
squeezed a dollop of KY on the top -- not that it was necessary, as Linda's
pussy was swollen, open, fiery red and slick with juice.  I climbed between
her legs, pushing her knees roughly apart, and lowered myself onto her
body. She squealed with pleasure and pushed herself up at me.  Guiding my
cock to her channel, I nudged forward and felt it slip into the opening. 
Linda raised her feet off the bed and locked her ankles behind my back,
urging me into her with her heels.  I slid all the way into her in one
slick move, despite the tight grasp of her pussy, and shoved my pelvis
against her mound.  "Oh, god, yes!" Linda hissed.  "Do it!" I began to fuck
her then, slowly at first and then with increasing force.  Linda rolled and
twisted beneath me, pulling her hips off the bed with her legs, cramming me
into her as deeply as possible, collapsing back, and then jerking upward
against me again.  I jammed my prick into her as hard as possible, slapping
our bellies together as I drove into her.  "Ahhh!" Linda cried, and I knew
she was coming.  Her body shook and shuddered beneath me, convulsing in a
powerful orgasm that tore savage groans from her throat, again and again.
Her head jerked up, and she bit my shoulder, crying through her teeth,
while her belly ground against me.  Finally, she collapsed limply back onto
the bed.  I lay on top of her, my cock still embedded in her body, while
she tapered off.  I had not come myself, fortunately, but it had been a
near thing.  Both of us were content to lie there without moving for a
while, not counting the occasional shudder.  I slid to the side a little to
let Linda breathe more easily.  "Jeez," she panted.  "That was so good.  I
haven't come like that in a long time.  " I grinned down at her, although
she couldn't see it.  I wasn't done with her yet.  "Did you come?" Linda
asked.  "No," I said.  "I guess we'll just have to keep going." "Oh, god,"
she gasped.  Her pussy squeezed me inside her.  "I don't know if I can." "I
wasn't asking," I said.  "You bastard," Linda said, but she was smiling. 
"So, what's next?" "You'll see," I said.  Slowly, reluctantly, I pulled out
of her.  Linda groaned with disappointment.  "I thought we were going to
keep going." She rolled her hips salaciously.  "We are," I said.  "Be
patient." I stripped the condom off and got a fresh one.  Linda cocked her
head at the sound, listening, as I rolled it on.  When I was ready, I put a
hand under her shoulder and lifted.  "Turn over," I said.  I helped her
roll onto her stomach, then I pulled the pillow out from under her head and
worked it down under her body until it was beneath her hips.  The flared
end of the butt plug was still nestled between her buttocks.  "Oh, jeez,"
Linda said.  "Are you gonna...?" "I thought you wanted me to," I said. 
"Isn't that what you asked at the movie?" "That was hours ago," she
protested.  "Well, the answer is yes," I said, "and the time is now." I
grasped the end of the plug and tugged.  It slid out slowly, resisting at
first but then easily as the muscle expelled it.  I squeezed more KY onto
my cock and spread it around.  Then I pushed Linda's legs apart and climbed
between them.  "Go slow, baby," Linda begged.  "I've only done this a
couple of times." I didn't say anything, just moved closer.  I put my hands
under her hips and lifted, urging her up onto her knees.  I spread Linda's
cheeks with one hand and guided my hard-on between them until the head
touched the tight pucker of her anus.  "You're going to fuck yourself in
the ass," I said.  "Push back.  You control it.  Go as fast or as slow as
you want." Linda put her head down on her hands and began to press
backwards cautiously.  When I was sure the head of my cock was centered on
her asshole, I held it in place with one hand but removed the other from
her fanny so that I was only touching her in that one, ultrasensitive
place. I was hard as a rock, a thick spike of flesh poised to drive into
her fundament.  "Ohhh," Linda moaned as she pressed back against the blunt
head and tried to take it inside her.  She eased off and tried again,
pushing harder and getting a few millimeters inside before giving up again.
"It's too big," she complained.  "I can't do it." "Yes you can," I told
her. "If you don't do it, I will.  Your choice." "Oh, you prick!" she
muttered.  "That's right," I said.  "I'm a big, stiff prick, and I'm going
to fuck your ass, one way or another." Gathering her resolve, Linda pushed
backward again and got the head about halfway in.  Instead of backing off
this time, she froze there, groaning and panting but not giving up.  I
could feel the head of my cock centered in the tight muscles of her
sphincters.  "Come on, baby, you can do it," I urged.  "This is the hardest
part.  You've almost got it." Linda pushed backward again, letting out a
long, painful cry as she drove the fat head past the tight ring and into
her bottom.  She froze again, gasping with exertion.  "That's it," I
encouraged her.  "Take it easy now.  The rest will be easier." "Oh, god, it
feels so big," Linda complained.  "Did you grow?" I laughed.  Without
pressing inward, I used my hand to roll my prick within her.  Linda moaned,
but her breathing had eased.  "Come on," I urged, sensing she had adjusted.
"Keep going.  I want to be inside you." Rocking slowly on her knees, Linda
began to wedge her way backward onto my cock, taking a little more, backing
off, pressing farther.  Little by little, I saw my prick disappear between
the cheeks and felt it ooze into her tight tunnel.  Linda grunted faintly
with each backward push, pausing occasionally to catch her breath and let
her straining asshole relax.  I felt an almost overpowering urge to jam
myself into her, but I held myself rigidly still and let her do the work.
Despite my intent, my prick would twitch and strain involuntarily from time
to time, swelling within her tight grasp and provoking a groan, part pain
and part pleasure.  "Oh, baby, that feels good," I told her.  "Keep coming.
Get it in." I was more than halfway up her ass now, and it was getting
easier.  Linda was making longer strokes with her hips, pulling forward
until just the head was still inside her, then pressing back and sliding me
deeper inside than the last time.  She was still panting, but now it seemed
to come from arousal instead of effort.  Linda wanted it as much as I did,
now.  She took me deeper and deeper into her back passage, impaling herself
on my cock until at last my pubic hair brushed against the soft, sensitive
flesh of her inner cheeks.  "Ohhh," Linda sighed.  "So good." She rested
there a moment, then began to slide back and forth on me, taking slow, full
strokes now.  "Oh, hon," she panted.  "Oh, god, I like that." I decided it
was time to take over.  Putting my hands on Linda's hips, I pressed down,
urging her to stretch out on the bed.  The pillow under her hips raised her
middle slightly.  I sank down onto her back, letting my weight settle
slowly and push my prick farther into her, all the way, as far as it could
go.  Linda groaned with pleasure as I held it there in her depths.  Now I
began to fuck her, short strokes that returned again and again to bury my
cock deep in her ass.  Linda rolled her hips under me and pressed upward to
get it all in.  At times, I would stop deep inside her and rock from side
to side, making my prick stir around deep within her.  Linda was moaning
with each outbreath now, straining with her arms against the rope above her
head.  Her ass clenched at my prick each time I pulled back.  When I shoved
back into her, she jammed her hips back against me, driving my cock deep
inside her.  My strokes had lengthened, now sliding my whole length in and
out.  I wanted to keep hammering into her over and over until I came, and
it took an act of will to draw back all the way and pull out of her butt.
Linda moaned in protest now.  I rolled off to the side and reached up to
untie the rope that held her hands above her head.  "Sit up," I told her,
panting.  She rolled to her side and pushed upward.  I took all three bed
pillows and arranged them against the headboard, then turned around and
scooted back to lean against them.  I pushed at Linda to get her to turn
her back to me and then urged her backward.  "I want you to sit on it," I
said.  "Jeez," Linda said.  "I've never done that." "Well, actually, I
haven't either," I admitted, "but I figured we'd work it out." It wasn't
that easy, as it turned out, especially with one of us handcuffed and
blindfolded.  Linda tried scooting back between my legs, but the target was
too low.  I tried to lift her up, but then I couldn't guide my prick into
her.  She tried to reach back under herself but couldn't get her hands back
far enough, and the handcuffs prevented her from reaching around the side.
We were both laughing, not to mention frustrated, by this time.  Finally,
Linda squatted on her feet over me, balancing with her hands, and I put one
hand on her back and used the other to hold my prick steady, and we finally
managed to get things aligned.  I had just wedged the tip back inside her
when Linda lost her balance and fell back onto me, driving my cock all the
way up her ass.  Suddenly, it wasn't funny any more.  We both groaned with
pleasure.  Linda shifted her feet outside my legs and began to roll around
on me, rotating me deep inside her.  With Linda in my lap and leaning back
against my chest, I fondled her breasts for a while, then dropped a hand to
her slot and found her clit.  It was stiff and poking out between the lips.
I transferred juices from her pussy and stroked around and over it.  "Oh,
god, baby, you're going to make me come" "Not yet," I said, taking my hand
away.  Linda collapsed back onto me with a hiss of frustration, panting
hard.  I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the larger vibrator and
handed it to her.  It was slightly oversized and covered with a
realistically formed rubber material.  Linda didn't have to ask; she knew
what it was.  "Hold that for me," I said.  I got the tube of KY jelly and
squeezed a generous amount onto the end, then spread it around.  "Okay," I
said.  "Put it in." "Oh, god," Linda said.  "Yes." But she didn't put it in
at first.  Instead, she twisted the switch at the base to turn it on and
moved it around and over her clit.  It was a little disobedient, but I
didn't really mind.  In fact, I quite enjoyed it, since it made her roll
and twist her hips, and that made my cock churn around inside her butt. 
After a minute or so, though, Linda pointed the head at her pussy and began
to push and wriggle it into her.

   "I don't know," she said cautiously.  "It's pretty big.  I don't know if
I can..." "You can do it," I urged.  "Go ahead.  It'll fit." Linda got the
head inside finally.  I could feel it wedging up inside her through the
thin wall of flesh between her pussy and ass.  Pushing with both hands,
wriggling and rolling her hips, Linda gradually shoved it deeper and deeper
inside.  She was whining, almost crying, but she had no intention of
quitting.  I felt the length sliding home, parallel to my own column of
stiff flesh in her bottom.  "Can you feel it?" I whispered in her ear. 
"Have you got enough cock in you for once?" I jutted my hips forward,
driving my prick up into her butt for emphasis.  Linda was shuddering
constantly, slumped back against me, her cuffed hands at her middle.  "Turn
it up higher," I ordered.  She sighed, but she hunched forward a little so
that she could reach the end of the vibrator, fumbled until her fingers
found the switch, and twisted it.  Pulses shot through her middle,
transferred to me all along the length of my phallus, sending an electric
jolt to my balls and chills down my spine.  Linda seemed content just to
hold the vibrator inside her.  I rocked in and out of her ass, unable to
move much, but sliding back and forth an inch or two along the tingling
column inside her.  I was half out of my mind, dazed with sensation,
existing in a sensuous fog in which everything was centered at the middle
of my body where my prick was jammed into Linda's tightly clinging asshole.
Dimly, I remembered the electric vibrator.  I reached over blindly and
waved my hand around until my fingers brushed it.  I dragged it up on the
bed by the cord, found the switch, and clicked it on.  "What's that?" Linda
asked, alarmed.  I heard her only dimly and didn't bother to answer. 
Wrapping my fingers around it, I brought the vibrator around in front and
pressed the humming pad against Linda's mound just above her clit.  The
pulses were incredibly strong -- an order of magnitude stronger than the
puny battery-operated vibes -- and thundered through her body into mine. 
Linda shrieked, threw her hands out to the side, and arched her pelvis
against this new source of overwhelming sensation.  She came, jerking and
twitching and spasming on top of me, crying hoarsely.  I felt my own come
rising.  Linda came again, even harder, her heels drumming on the bed.  The
come boiled out of my balls and shot through the constricted tube of my
erection to jet into her wriggling, convulsing ass.  She came a third time,
violently, bouncing on me painfully, driving my spurting cock into her
bottom.  My prick felt like it was on fire, inside and out.  Another spasm
shot through me, expelling the last of my come.  In desperation, Linda
grabbed the big vibrator and tore it from my hand, throwing it off the bed
where it chittered on the floor.  In the sudden lull, the humming of the
smaller vibrator in her pussy seemed negligible, but it was still too much
for her hypersensitive condition.  She reached between her legs and turned
it off, then collapsed back on my chest.  We were both exhausted, but the
position was quickly becoming uncomfortable now that we had rejoined
reality.  Linda rocked her body to one side, and I turned with her, rolling
us both onto our sides, still joined.  We lay there long minutes in a
stupor.  I wrapped an arm around her and cradled a breast in my hand. 
Every few moments, a shudder passed through her.  Gradually, she quieted.
"Son of a bitch," she whispered after a long time.  "Amen," I said.  Still
later, I slowly pulled my nearly deflated cock out of her behind.  Linda
groaned as I slid out but didn't move.  I rolled onto my back and heaved
myself into a sitting position, feet on the floor.  "In case you're
wondering," I said, "that was the most incredible, unbelievable fuck I've
ever had.  Will have.  Ever." I shoved to my feet, switched off the big
vibrator, and staggered out to the sitting room where I retrieved the key
to the handcuffs from my pants pocket.  I stumbled back and unlocked the
cuffs.  Linda, who had pulled the vibrator out of her while I was gone, lay
there rubbing her wrists for a while, then raised her hands and pulled off
the blindfold.  She blinked in the light, and her eyes wandered around the
room for several moments before finally focussing on me.  Linda started to
say something a couple of times but couldn't get it out.  Tears welled in
her eyes.  "What is it?" I asked.  She shook her head and lay back on the
bed.  Tears rolled down her temples.  She laid her forearm over her eyes.
"The thing is," she was finally able to say, "it's all right for you. 
You're an old guy.  It's okay if this was the best for you." She choked a
little and paused.  "But what am I going to do?" I lay down beside Linda
and took her in my arms.  She cried against my shoulder for a while,
clutching at me.  After a while, she quieted down.  She snuggled against
me, sniffling occasionally.  I couldn't answer her question then and still
can't.  It was not a question that had ever occurred to me.  My only
purpose had been to seize the opportunity, to use the chemistry, to do
something special with her and for her.  I hadn't expected a moral dilemma.
In any case, there was no way to undo it.  And I didn't really want to. 
What had happened was what had happened.  I had done my best for Linda, and
if that was somehow too much, what should I have done -- less than my best?
I had done what I could do.  I had to be and was content with that.  I
won't spend much time wrapping this up; we didn't either.  We were both
drained to the point of exhaustion.  We got dressed, mostly in silence.  I
took Linda back to her car, and we said goodnight.  She was still pensive
and upset, but her goodbye kiss was sweet and unreserved.  I watched her
drive away, then climbed into my car, drove back to the hotel and collapsed
into bed.  The next morning, I cleaned up and went home.  It was part of
our agreement that I wouldn't know her real name and she wouldn't know
mine. I haven't responded to her e-mails.  I still don't know what to say
to her.

   End of 'The Girl Who Came Out of the Blue' by Titmouse.  Story 32
Author's Note: This story isn't all true.  Most of the good parts were made
up.  Thanks to 'Linda,' without whom this story never would have been
written.  I was honored to be one of the writers asked to contribute to the
special day kicking off the resurrection of ASSM.  I don't think the
invitation was based on the high quality of my writing.  More likely, it
was some kind of payback for other activities in support of ASSTR.  Sort of
the writer's equivalent of a mercy fuck.  But I'm fairly well pleased with
the story, which is what counts.

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