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Amelia's Naughty Stories
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

***

Amelia, a school girl with something extra, attracts 
the attention of her beautiful teacher. (MF, FF, voy, 
mast, herm)

***

Lila lay back on her bed. She had a forearm across her 
eyes and she was moaning softly. Her long chestnut 
brown hair fanned out on the pillow. Her D-cup breasts 
rose and fell in time with her moans. Past her flat 
tummy and between her long tapered legs a head topped 
with short black hair worked feverishly at Lila's 
shaved pussy. 

"Fuck, yeah," cried out Lila as she grabbed at the dark 
hair of the other woman. Pulling her face tight against 
her wet cunt, Lila rode out her orgasm, writhing and 
bucking against the tongue that had invaded her pussy. 
When her orgasm subsided, Lila rolled over onto her 
side and scrunching the pillow under her head. She 
watched as Patricia, her face covered in vaginal 
juices, retreated to the bathroom. 

Patricia was the physical education teacher for 
Roosevelt High. She certainly looked the part. Her 
short, black hair was cut in a style more suitable for 
a boy, and she had practically no tits or ass on her 
slender frame. 

Lila must have dozed off because the next thing she 
knew, Patricia was standing next to the bed in her 
slacks, knit shirt and athletic shoes. "I cleaned up 
the bathroom," she said in a shy, eager to please 
voice. 

"Mmmph," said Lila into her pillow.

"Well, I'll see you at school tomorrow, then," said 
Patricia. 

"Mmmmph," agreed Lila. She rolled over and was back to 
sleep before Patricia could get out the door. 

Lila was the English teacher for the advanced students 
as Roosevelt. She was also the school's resident sex 
goddess. In bare feet she stood just over six feet 
tall. Her thick, luxurious chestnut hair fell nearly to 
her waist. Using Patricia as her personal trainer, as 
well as sex toy, she stayed seriously fit. Although she 
dressed conservatively for school, in more revealing 
outfits, her smooth, bulging muscles were quite 
evident. No one with her outstanding bust line and 
curvaceous hips would ever be called trim. 

The bell sounded for the end of the last class of the 
day, and Lila followed the last of her students to the 
classroom door as they rushed out. It was her job to 
monitor the hall for any wrong doing as the students 
streamed out of the school. She didn't mind this part 
of her work. It was amusing to see how the students 
reacted to her presence. 

Most of the boys ogled her figure as they hurried by. 
The very few that caught her eye always quickly looked 
away. Most of the girls gave her an envious or jealous 
glance as they passed by, but there were others who 
smiled up at her with meek expressions. They were like 
Patricia, they looked eager to please, almost 
worshipful. 

It took only a few minutes for the rushing river of 
students to become a trickle. Lila returned to her 
desk. She still had an hour or so of work. She pulled 
out her laptop and began to fill in the paperwork that 
went with her classroom work. She was typing in a 
series of test scores when there was a gentle tapping 
on her open door. 

She looked up to see Cathy Phillips, the school 
principal. Cathy was an average looking woman in her 
forties. She had severely permed dark hair and today 
she was wearing an unflattering, tweed suit. Cathy 
could be a real ball buster when aroused to anger, but 
she always seemed to be quiet and restrained around 
Lila.

"Do you have a minute?" Cathy asked.

"Certainly."

Cathy came into the room and took a seat at one of the 
student's desks. "Something's come up, and I'm hoping 
that you can help me with it."

"What's that?" Lila asked. She sat back, crossing her 
legs and giving the principal her attention. 

"The school board's computer Compliance Coordinator 
found something on one of the machines in the library," 
said Cathy.

Lila nodded. The coordinator, better known as the 
'computer Nazi,' visited the local schools and checked 
out the computers in order to make sure that the 
students weren't doing anything they shouldn't. He was 
actually a nerdy young man named Rodney who always had 
a cup of coffee in his hand. He had the annoying habit 
of explaining technical matters at a thousand words a 
minute, and then looking faintly confused when people 
couldn't keep up. 

"Somebody stored a couple of partial short stories on 
the computer's hard drive. They deleted the stories, 
but of course nothing is erased on a drive until it's 
overwritten. The coordinator's snooper program picked 
them up." Cathy reached into a pocket of her jacket and 
brought out a floppy disk and held it up for Lila to 
see. "I have a copy of the stories. They're hardly more 
sexually graphic than what you find in the romance 
section of the local book store, but the coordinator 
had to make a report to the board, and now I have to 
make a reply."

"How can I help?" asked Lila. 

"The coordinator couldn't tell who wrote the stories. 
The computer is a stand alone and the student didn't 
have to sign in to his school network account. So I was 
hoping that you could read the stories and see if you 
recognized the writing style. I'm assuming it was one 
of your juniors or seniors." She stood, handing the 
floppy out to Lila.

Lila eyed the piece of plastic thoughtfully. "So what 
will happen to the student?" she asked. 

"I'm thinking some term of expulsion," said Cathy, "the 
school board will be expecting that."

And you certainly wouldn't want to disappoint the 
board, thought Lila. It was no secret that Cathy's next 
step up the school administration ladder was to be the 
district superintendent. She took the floppy and said, 
"I'll take a look at it and get back to you."

"Tomorrow's Friday and I'm going out of town, but I'll 
be in the office on Saturday. I'd like to have this 
wrapped up by Monday."

Lila frowned at the arbitrary deadline. Cathy wanted 
the student tried and hung by sundown in order to make 
herself look good. "I'll read it tonight," she said 
levelly. 

"Good," said Cathy, looking at Lila's cloudy face. 
"Well, I'll see you later, then," she said, suddenly 
sounding nervous as she backed out the door.

**

Lila walked into her bedroom. She was wearing a soft 
yellow silk robe and carrying her laptop. She fluffed 
up the pillows on her king sized bed and sat back in 
the center with the computer on her lap. 

Patricia padded into the room on bare feet. She was 
wearing sweats and a tank top. "You're going to work?" 
she asked, clearly sounding disappointed.

"Yeah," Lila sighed, "some student's left a series of 
naughty stories on one of the school computers. Cathy 
wants me to figure out who-done-it by reading the story 
and seeing if I recognize the writing style."

"Ohh… naughty stories," said Patricia with a giggle. 
"Can I read along?"

"I suppose," said Lila. She brought up the first story 
on the computer's screen as Patricia snuggled to her 
side.

Lila and Patricia read:

**

Emma's story.

The spacious office was comfortably cool. The late 
afternoon sun, filtered through the darkened windows, 
shown on two men. Marcus Fields sat behind his desk 
with a phone to his ear. "So you're going to approach 
Charlie tonight?" he asked in his soft southern drawl. 
He nodded absently at the answer. The conversation went 
on for a few minutes, and ended when he said, "OK, 
honey, let me know how it turns out. Bye."

Fields glanced from the phone to the younger man 
sitting across the desk. "Alright, your man got Black 
to pick Emma, she's in." 

Adam Fuller nodded. "I'm glad to help. It's hard to 
believe that you can't take this situation to the 
Justice Department."

Fields pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his 
eyes. "Four straight Republican administrations have 
gutted business regulation. Justice won't touch a case 
of industrial espionage unless it's wrapped up with a 
pretty, pink bow. First we have to establish a 
connection between Black over at Deville and whoever 
he's got in my company."

"I'm sure that Emma will be able to do her part," said 
Fuller.

"Do you know my daughter?"

"We worked together in Columbia," said Fuller. He 
shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "We were close…very 
close. She was working for me when she almost got 
killed."

"I see," said Fields.

**

Charlie Reed rested his elbow on the bar, and then he 
rested his head on his fist. His co-worker, Sam, droned 
on about something or another while Charlie looked over 
the happy hour crowd at the local watering hole. The 
place was full of business types unwinding from their 
day. He shifted his weight on his bar stool, suddenly 
aware that he had a full bladder from the beers he had 
been drinking. He held up his finger in front of Sam's 
face and said, "Hold that thought, I have to go to the 
men's room." 

Charlie made his way between the tables in the bar and 
stepped into the bathroom. Harry's Bar and Grill, that 
was the name of the watering hole, was known for its 
restrooms. Locals had been known to bring their out of 
town friends here, just to see the expression on their 
faces after a trip to the bathroom. 

Charlie walked past the sinks and stalls and stood at 
one of the urinals. He pulled his cock from his pants 
and unleashed a stream of used beer. Once he had things 
flowing, he peered through the darkened glass that 
began at chest level and made up the top half of the 
wall beyond the urinal. At that point he was looking 
into the woman's restroom next door.

A young woman on the other side of the wall was looking 
back at him. At least it seemed as if she was looking 
at him. Due to a trick of lighting in the ladies room, 
the sheet of glass was used as a mirror as well as for 
its main purpose of providing a peep show for both 
sexes. The young woman swept a strand of auburn hair 
behind an ear, and then pointed a finger directly at 
Charlie. She made a brushing gesture at her cheek. 

Charlie tentatively reached up and brushed at his own 
cheek. He felt something fall away. It must be a crumb 
from the corn chips I've been snacking on at the bar, 
he thought. The girl smiled, nodded, and then turned. 
Charlie enjoyed the view as she walked away. The girl 
was wearing a yellow summer dress that showed off a 
healthy looking athletic figure. 

Charlie's bladder finally emptied and he put away his 
cock. He washed his hands and checked his face for more 
crumbs in the conventional mirror above the sink. He 
wasn't the greatest looking guy in the world but he was 
tall, slim and had at least average looks. 

As he emerged from the restroom, Charlie came face to 
face with the girl in the summer dress who had just 
come from the ladies room. "Hi," he said, "thanks for 
your help."

"No problem," said the girl, "there's nothing worse 
than coming home and realizing that you've had food 
plastered to your face or a booger hanging from your 
nose."

Charlie barked out a laugh. This girl was funny as well 
as cute. "Can I buy you a drink to thank you?" He 
really wasn't in the habit of trying to pick up girls 
in bars, but he couldn't pass up this opportunity. 

"Well, I'm supposed to meet someone," she said, and 
then a ringing sound came from her purse. She pulled 
out her cell phone and checked its display. "Here he is 
now."

Charlie gave her a smile and wave. He turned to go back 
to the bar; he didn't want to eavesdrop on her 
conversation. He was surprised when the girl grabbed 
his sleeve and held him back. Her end of the phone 
conversation was terse. Clearly, she wasn't pleased 
with whoever was on the other end. 

"Well," she said as she snapped her cell closed and 
stuffed it back in her purse, "apparently I'm free for 
that drink you offered. My date's cancelled." She 
looked thoughtfully at Charlie. "Or, if you have the 
time, I have a reservation at a restaurant around the 
block. It would be a shame to let it go to waste."

Charlie grinned at her and said, "Let me go tell my 
friend that the prettiest girl here has asked me out to 
dinner. I'll be right back."

The restaurant turned out to be small and exclusive. 
The head waiter greeted them as if they dined there 
nightly and showed them to a table. They settled on a 
glass of house wine and an appetizer to open the meal. 
After the wine was poured, Charlie raised his glass and 
said, "Hi, I'm Charlie Reed."

"Oh," the girl said, startled. "I guess I should have 
introduced myself. My name is Emma Peel."

"Nice to meet you, Emma," he said. "We might as well 
get right to the trite questions. What do you do for a 
living?"

"I'm an intra-city courier," she said, after sipping 
from her glass.

"You're one of those guys who go zipping around on a 
bicycle?" he asked. 

"No, too slow, I use a motorcycle."

"Oh my God," said Charlie, "you're one of those 
kamikaze pilots."

"That's me," she said with a grin.

"I've always envied you guys, running up between the 
lanes of traffic, breaking all the rules." Charlie 
said.

"Yeah, it's all fun and games until I'm sliding down 
the street on my ass at sixty miles per hour."

"That's happened to you?" he asked, surprised.

"Not yet, I'm too good," she said confidently. "But my 
boss keeps telling me that it will if I don't slow 
down. So, what do you do?"

"I do computer programming for a company called Hanes & 
Fields. We do high-tech research and development," he 
said.

"Sounds interesting," said Emma, "what are you working 
on?"

"It's an application that will allow free form 
interaction between different groups of mass actors 
with disparate programming protocols," Charlie said. 
What he had just said was all gobbledy-gook. He was 
actually working on some stuff his company hoped to 
sell to the military, and he couldn't talk about it. 

"That sounds interesting," Emma said, sounding 
mystified. "I'm sure that it will be very helpful – to 
someone?" she ended lamely. 

"It's not a bit interesting," he said with a laugh. 
"But thanks for saying so."

They talked all through their meal. Charlie was 
absolutely captivated. Emma could talk about anything. 
She cracked jokes, and even better, laughed at his. She 
flirted shamelessly, and then acted as if she hadn't. 
He was beginning to send up silent prayers that whoever 
had broken his date with her wasn't a steady boy 
friend.

He was about to ask if he could take her home, or at 
least get her number, when she said, "How would you 
like some dessert?"

Charlie looked down at his plate and then back at Emma. 
"We just finished a chocolate something-or-another that 
had enough calories to keep us alive for a week. What 
other kind of dessert did you have in mind?"

Emma smiled at him with a gleam in her eye and said, 
"Follow me."

Charlie trailed Emma's swaying hips through the dining 
area and down a flight of stairs. The restrooms for the 
restaurant were in its basement. But Emma stopped short 
of the bathrooms in front of a door that was marked for 
employees only. She glanced around as if to see if 
anyone was looking, and then opened the door and 
beckoned for Charlie. He followed her into a small room 
with harsh florescent lighting. There were wine racks 
against the walls and cases of liquor stacked on the 
floor. "We shouldn't be in here," he said.

Emma put her hands on his chest, and then ran them up 
to his neck. She drew his head down and gave him a 
long, hard kiss on the lips. "No, we shouldn't," she 
said with a salacious grin when they drew apart. Then 
she was kissing him again, with her tongue in his mouth 
and her hand on his crotch. 

Between the wine and Emma's flirting Charlie had 
enjoyed a happy glow in his cock all evening. Now it 
blossomed into a full steel erection at her touch. "We 
could get caught," he said, even though he sincerely 
didn't want her to heed the warning. 

Emma reached behind her back. There was the sound of a 
zipper opening, and then Emma shrugged off the straps 
of her dress to reveal two perfect breasts. They were 
full and rounded with tapered areolas peaked with perky 
nipples. She took Charlie's hand and rubbed his palm on 
one of those nipples. Emma quietly moaned in pleasure 
and said, "The fear of getting caught makes me horny as 
hell."

Charlie growled deep in his throat. He didn't want his 
hand to ever leave her warm, firm breast. He wrapped 
his other arm around her waist and drew her body close. 
Their lips and tongues mashed against one another 
frantically. Charlie found himself dry-humping his 
turgid cock against her hips. 

Emma broke off their kiss and whispered, "Just a 
moment, baby." She reached beneath her loose skirt and 
a second later there was a wisp of panties in her hand. 
She looked around and then took a seat on the edge of 
some stacked boxes. She pulled her skirt up to her 
waist and then looked Charlie in the eye. "I'm already 
hot and wet for you," she said eagerly as one of her 
middle fingers disappeared into her shaved pussy.

Charlie's eyes were as big as saucers. All thoughts of 
being caught, indeed, any sort of thinking in general 
left his brain. The only thing he wanted right now was 
to get the head of his aching dick past that pretty 
pink slit. In seconds his pants and shorts were around 
his knees. Emma's legs wrapped around his waist as he 
leaned forward. His knees were bent, his back was 
arched, one hand grabbed at a wine rack for support. It 
was a painfully awkward position for a fuck. But none 
of that mattered when he felt her hot, wet flesh engulf 
the head his cock. 

"Oh, that's it," moaned Emma. 

Charlie plunged his cock as far as possible into Emma's 
tight cunt. He began to hump her as fast as he could 
manage. More than once his cock slipped out. Once it 
painfully skidded down the front of the box on which 
Emma sat. But somewhere in the back of Charlie's mind, 
he was very pleased with himself. He hadn't shot off 
like a firecracker like he usually did at this level of 
excitement. Maybe it was his aching muscles or all the 
wine he'd had at dinner, but he was lasting much longer 
than usual. 

Suddenly, Emma's legs tightened around his waist. She 
grabbed at his shoulders as her head lolled back and 
her mouth stretched open. Her breath came in hollow 
gasps and her cunt milked at his thrusting cock. He 
couldn't help himself; Emma's orgasm triggered his 
release. He grabbed her hips and fired shot after shot 
of hot cum deep into her pussy.

When his dick finally stopped twitching, he looked up 
to see Emma grinning at him. "I didn't mean to make you 
work that hard," she said. 

Charlie felt a drop of sweat roll off his nose and land 
on his chin. "It's worth it," he said with a smile. 

"It was wonderful," agreed Emma. "But we better get 
cleaned up and back to our table before they think we 
skipped on the bill."

Charlie practically staggered across the hall and into 
the men's room. He splashed some water on his face and 
took a few minutes to get his breathing under control 
and his clothes straightened. He made his way back to 
their table, but Emma wasn't there yet. He took his 
seat, assuming that she was still in the restroom. 

Their waiter approached and turned over Charlie's 
coffee cup. As he poured from a steaming carafe, the 
waiter said, "The young lady ordered coffee and paid 
for your meals. She said to tell you that she had a 
wonderful time, however she had to leave."

Charlie was stunned. He looked about the dining room to 
see if he might catch Emma before she left, but she 
wasn't there. He looked up at the waiter and said, "I 
didn't even get her phone number."

The waiter raised one eyebrow as if to say, yeah you 
really screwed up, pal. But all he said aloud was: 
"Perhaps you would like some cognac with your coffee?"
**

The next day at work, Charlie spent about one minute at 
work for every ten minutes he spent thinking about 
Emma. He winced every time he remembered that he had no 
easy way to get in touch with her. As lunchtime neared, 
he considered using his time to call each of the 
delivery services in the area until he found her. He 
was actually reaching for the phone, when it began to 
ring. 

"Charlie Reed speaking," he said into the handset.

"Charlie, it's Emma," he heard.

"Hey," he said, "I missed you last night."

"I'm sorry about that," she said, "something came up, 
but I'm here to make it up to you now."

"You're here?"

"Yeah, I'm down in the lobby. I wanted to see where you 
work and take you to lunch," she said, "but the guard 
down here won't let me in."

"Hang on, I'll be down there in a minute," he said.

Emma wasn't hard to spot as he approached the security 
desk in the lobby of his building. She was wearing a 
light gray motorcycle riding suit. The material fit her 
like another skin. Her auburn hair fell in gentle curls 
to her shoulders. If anything, she looked sexier today 
than she had last night. She was holding a pair of 
sunglasses that she twirled about by one of its 
earpieces. 

"He wouldn't let me come up to see you," she said, 
nodding at the security guard as Charlie approached.

"He's not supposed to let you," said Charlie, "besides, 
my office is nothing to look at."

"Oh, come on, It'll let me get to know you better."

Charlie shrugged mentally. His office was off limits, 
but there was really nothing of a sensitive nature to 
see. All of his work was on his computer and it was 
password protected. Charlie looked at the security 
guard. "OK, Gordon? Just a quick look around, then 
we'll be gone to lunch."

The security guard was an elderly, retired policeman. 
He had thin white hair and looked as if a giant had 
squashed the features of his face together between 
thumb and forefinger. "It's up to you," he said to 
Charlie. He picked up something that looked like a 
child's plastic ball bat, and walked around his desk 
toward Emma. "I'll have to wand you first," he said.

"I don't think it'll fit," said Emma with a smirk at 
Charlie. 

"Like I haven't heard that one a thousand times," 
grumbled Gordon as he ran the sensor wand around Emma's 
shapely figure. 

Gordon put the wand on his desk and picked up a plastic 
visitor pass. The pass was about three by five inches 
with an alligator clip on one end. He handed it to Emma 
and said, "Wear this some where visible at all times."

Emma took the pass and looked down the front of her 
aerodynamic suit. After hesitating a second, she pulled 
the zipper of her jacket down until she revealed a 
white scoop-neck tee shirt and a bit of cleavage. She 
clipped the pass to her zipper tab so that the pass 
dangled in the air beneath her breasts. 

"Like this?" she asked Gordon, innocently.

Gordon looked as if he had just bitten into a lemon. 
"Whatever, young lady, just be sure that you give it 
back when you leave." 

"I like him," said Emma as she and Charlie left the 
security station. 

When they got to Charlie's office, he said, "Hang on a 
second, I have to unlock the door." Emma watched 
Charlie as she leaned against the wall and held the tip 
of the earpiece of her sunglasses thoughtfully against 
her pursed lips. He took his employee identification 
tag, that hung around his neck on a lanyard, and swiped 
it through the slot on a keypad next to the door. Then 
he tapped in a series of numbers on the pad and the 
locked clicked open. 

She followed Charlie into his office. It was a room 
about ten feet on a side. Two unfinished I-beams ran 
the length of the room near the ceiling. One wall was 
taken up by a desk and shelving. On the opposite side 
of the room was a large display panel that was 
currently acting as a window. It looked as if it were 
showing the view from a camera on the top of the 
building. 

"Well, I love what you haven't done with the place," 
said Emma as she glanced around the basically bare 
room.

Charlie laughed and shrugged. "I'll have to admit, I'm 
not much of a decorator."

Emma pointed to a corkboard above Charlie's desk. There 
was a calendar as well as notes and business cards 
pinned there. "I don't see any pictures of a wife, 
girlfriend or children." she said, half asking a 
question.

Charlie grinned and said. "Is that what you came in 
here to see?"

"Well, a girl likes to know these things," she said. 
"Some plants and couple of wall hangings would make 
things more homey in here." She took him by the arm. 
"But for now, let's go to lunch. I have a treat for 
you."

Emma flipped her visitor's pass back onto Gordon's desk 
with a wink and a smile at the guard as they passed his 
station. She and Charlie left the building and 
immediately found themselves next to Emma's bike. She 
had parked it on the walkway leading to the building. 

"You couldn't find a parking space?" Charlie asked.

"Right here," said Emma, waving at the bike as if it 
were perfectly obvious that she should have parked it 
on that spot. 

"Oh, well, right," said Charlie, giving into her 
flippant attitude. He looked over the bike. It was 
larger than the street racer bikes that he had seen 
zipping around town. There was a storage area above the 
rear wheel. Obviously, a courier would need something 
like that. All in all, the bike looked too big for 
someone of Emma's size.

"What kind is it?" he asked. There didn't seem to be 
any sort of decal or badge. 

"It's based on an old Honda design, but it's been 
beefed up. It has a twenty-k motor and a power cell 
that will last for a week, plus an active suspension 
and adaptive brakes." While she talked, Emma opened the 
storage area. The thing broke down into a series of 
panels that she flipped and folded and slid around 
until a rear seat appeared, complete with backrest. 
When finished, she was standing there with two helmets 
in her hand. She presented one of the helmets to 
Charlie and said, "Here, put this on."

Charlie handled the helmet as if it might blow up any 
second. He'd never been on a bike before. "That's OK, 
my car's not far. We can take it," he said.

"Don't worry," said Emma. "I'm a good driver." She 
leaned to one side, flipping her hair forward over one 
shoulder. She gathered it up in one hand, and with a 
twist she piled her hair on top of her head and pulled 
her helmet on. She took Charlie's helmet from his hand 
and clamped it on his head. 

Charlie felt the helmet wobble about on his head, then 
Emma did something and he heard a click. There was a 
hiss and he could feel the lining of the helmet press 
around his head. 

"Can you hear me?" Emma's voice came from inside the 
helmet. 

"Yes," he answered.

She gestured at the bike and said, "Hop on."

Charlie hesitated, but his fear of being thought less 
of by Emma won out over his fear of riding. He threw 
his leg over the seat and settled down. 

Emma literally hopped onto her seat. She said, "Myrtle, 
power up," as she grasped the controls.

Charlie felt a slight vibration. He figured that Emma 
must have some sort of voice communication with the 
bike. "You named your bike Myrtle?" he asked. 

"Yeah, doesn't she look like a Myrtle?"

Charlie rolled his shoulders in a massive shrug, 
although he knew that Emma couldn't see it. "If you say 
so," he said.

"And she knows you're back there so do me a favor and 
hold onto those grab-bars under your seat, otherwise 
she'll whine about safety all the way there. By the 
way, just where do you live?"

Charlie gave her his address. He lived in a development 
about fifteen miles away. "But in the lunchtime 
traffic, that's kind of far, isn't it? I mean, there 
are plenty of places to eat closer."

"I thought that we might have a little noontime 
dessert," she said in a suggestive voice. 

"Oh," said Charlie, remembering Emma's idea of dessert. 
The stand for the bike snapped into place, and then 
they were rolling into the parking lot. Charlie reached 
for the grab-bars. 

They moved sedately through the lot and onto the road 
that fronted the campus of Hanes & Fields. Charlie took 
a deep breath and tried to relax. The sun and wind felt 
nice, and there was a wonderful sense of freedom about 
this motorcycle business. Maybe I ought to get one, he 
thought. Emma turned onto the ramp for the cross town 
expressway. She accelerated smoothly into the four 
lanes of traffic. And then she continued to accelerate, 
a lot. 

Charlie took a deep breath. Even the slowest cars on 
this stretch of highway moved at well over the posted 
speed limit, and Emma was passing them all. They 
constantly changed lanes and slalomed neatly through 
the traffic. He had to admit that she seemed to sense 
what the other drivers would do and where they would go 
before they actually did it. He let the air out of his 
lungs in a long sigh and tried to relax. "Do you 
usually drive this fast?" he asked, wondering if she 
was just trying to impress him. 

"Oh no," she said, "With your weight on the bike, I'm 
taking it easy." They went through a major interchange, 
and the traffic thinned considerably. "Now we can make 
up some time," she said.

Charlie felt the bike accelerate. And then it just kept 
on accelerating. He fought the airflow to look over 
Emma's shoulder to see if he could read the 
speedometer, but there was nothing there. "Where does 
Myrtle hide her gages?" he asked. 

"There's a heads-up display on my helmet visor. Why?"

"I was wondering how fast we were going," he said. 
Suddenly, there was a huge roar of sound, and a blur of 
movement to his right. He turned his head and saw a 
dozen interstate trucks moving in convoy. He knew that 
they were probably doing at least eighty. He and Emma 
had just passed the entire group in the blink of an 
eye. 

"Do you really want to know?" she asked.

"No, that's OK," Charlie said softly. He watched as 
they hurtled toward the next interchange with 
frightening rapidity. He saw a pickup shaped dot come 
down an onramp and disappear in front of a clump of 
cars. Suddenly, brake lights flashed, the cars in the 
clump swerved to avoid one another as the truck forced 
its way into an interior lane, and then all the lanes 
of the highway were occupied. Emma was on the brakes 
even before Charlie had realized what was happening. 
But even a non-rider like himself could tell that they 
couldn't possibly bleed off enough speed to avoid 
becoming somebody's bloody bumper ornament.

"Hold tight," said Emma coolly. 

Charlie could have sworn that his hands and arms were 
already in danger of snapping the grab-bars, and that 
his thighs might just crack the power cell that they 
were clamped onto. But he found a whole other degree of 
tension as the rear of a SUV grew to fill his vision. 

At the last instant before impact, Emma released the 
brakes and heeled the bike over. Charlie could have 
sworn that the sleeve of his jacket dusted the fender 
of a nearby car, and that the leg of his khakis had 
flapped against the bumper of the SUV as they dived 
between the two vehicles. 

"Charlie?" said Emma.

"Yes?" he managed to answer, after three attempts to 
get some air in his lungs. 

"Myrtle says that you're in danger of warping her 
suspension."

He managed another breath and said, "Tell her that my 
muscles may be cramped like this permanently."

When they finally came to a stop in front of his small, 
prefab house, Charlie staggered off the bike. He took a 
step, but then he had to lock his knees and steady 
himself by leaning against the bike. He watched as Emma 
took off her helmet and shook her hair into place. Then 
she did her thing with his helmet. There was a whoosh 
of air, a release of pressure and suddenly the thing 
came off his head. Charlie felt the fresh air cooling 
the sweat from his brow. Emma was standing there, 
looking at him expectantly, but he was afraid to move 
and had to confess, "My knees seem to be a little 
wobbly."

"Yeah," she said brightly, "it's the adrenalin rush. 
Isn't it great?"

"Just fantastic," he said weakly as he managed to push 
away from the bike and walk stiffly toward his front 
door. 

By the time they reached his bedroom, Charlie was 
feeling better. He was standing next to his bed, unsure 
now of just exactly what Emma had on her mind about 
'dessert', when she put both hands to his chest and 
shoved him into a sitting position on the bed.

"You're still looking a little gray," she said as she 
straddled his hips, pinning him to the bed. "Let me see 
if I can get some color back in those cheeks."

She bent over and gave him a long, firm kiss. Her 
tongue went into his mouth and the kiss got wetter and 
looser, especially when she began to take off his 
clothes. Emma slipped his jacket off his shoulders and 
threw it over her head so that it landed on the floor 
across the room against a dresser. Off came his shirt 
and with it the lanyard with its employee pass. They 
joined his jacket on the floor. 

Emma had to get off the bed at that point. She slid 
Charlie's loafers off his feet and then moved up to his 
belt. Soon his pants were with his other clothes. He 
was obviously aroused. The bulge of his cock lay 
outlined in his jockey shorts. Charlie moved his hands 
towards his underwear, but he stopped when Emma slapped 
him sharply on the knuckles. 

"That's my job today," she said. Emma proceeded to give 
Charlie a striptease. She slowly peeled away her riding 
suit while doing a bump and grind. 

Charlie thoroughly enjoyed the show. Emma had just 
enough muscle definition to show that she was in great 
shape. In fact, he was beginning to feel self 
conscious, like he was some old time porn star with his 
soft tummy and still wearing his dark socks. 

Emma came over and picked up Charlie's foot. She pulled 
off his sock and began to knead the sole of his foot 
with her thumbs. "Are you a foot guy?" she asked. 

"Not really," he said, "but that does feel good."

Emma lifted his foot higher and began to tickle the 
sole of his foot with the nipple of one her firm 
breasts. "Now I'm a foot guy," he said with a laugh. 
"Or maybe just a weird breast man." 

She licked and kissed and teased her way down his 
thighs. When she reached his crotch, she gently nibbled 
at his cock through his shorts. "Time to get to heart 
of the matter," she said, grinning at Charlie. Then she 
pulled down his shorts, and his freed cock popped into 
the open. Emma proceeded to make out with his rigid 
manhood. She kissed it, petted it, stroked it and laved 
it with her tongue. Every few seconds, she would take 
half his dick in her mouth and suck until the head was 
swollen into a near painful state. 

Charlie couldn't remember the last time he had been so 
aroused for so long. It felt like the head of his dick 
was going to pop open any second. His body twitched and 
heaved about of its own accord. Every time he raised 
his arms to do something, Emma would swat them back 
down. 

Finally, Emma crawled on top and slipped his almost 
numb cock into her tight pussy. Oh shit, it's about 
time, he thought. He was ready to pound her cunt like a 
jackhammer. But she wasn't about to let that happen. 
Somehow, she got all her weight on his thighs, and she 
used her hands to pin his arms to the bed. She had a 
taunting smiled on her face, as she slowly fucked him. 

"You're killing me," he gasped as he tried to hunch his 
hips up to meet her downward stroke on his cock.

"Just trying to show you a good time," she said. Emma 
sped up her pussy on his cock and brought him to the 
edge of orgasm before she stopped completely. 

"Please, please" he moaned. He was at the point of 
sincerely begging for it.

"Oh alright," she said. "You've been a good boy." Emma 
tightened her slick pussy on his dick and pumped her 
hips until his cock swelled and shot its hot load. His 
entire body vibrated in orgasm for a good half-minute, 
and then he went limp as a wet rag. 

Emma rolled off of Charlie's sweaty body. He smiled in 
contentment and crossed his arms over his chest, as he 
rolled on his side into a fetal position. Emma spooned 
her body to his and hugged him with one arm. "Let's 
take a little nap," she whispered in his ear. 

In less than a minute, Charlie's breathing became deep 
and regular. Emma waited another two minutes before she 
eased off the bed. She went over to the pile of 
clothing that she had created. She found the jacket of 
her riding suit and pulled what looked like two plain 
white plastic cards from an inner pocket. She fished 
Charlie's employee ID card from the pile of clothes, 
and placed it between her two plastic cards. She took 
the corners of the cards between her fingers and bent 
them until she heard and felt a soft snap. She held all 
three cards together for a full minute before putting 
them back where she had found them. 

Emma gathered up her clothes and went into the 
bathroom. She cleaned up the gooey mess Charlie had 
made between her legs and then dressed. She checked her 
look in the mirror, and ran her fingers through her 
hair. Her thick auburn tresses could use a few minutes 
with a brush, but she knew that they would just be 
stuffed back under that helmet in a few minutes. She 
gave herself a half satisfied shrug at her appearance 
and left the bathroom. Charlie was softly snoring, so 
she made her way into the kitchen. She checked the 
refrigerator and found a small bag of apples. She took 
one, and after rinsing it off, she took a loud, juicy 
bite. Chewing on the apple she went back to the 
bedroom. 

Emma shook Charlie by the shoulder. When his eyes 
snapped open, she said around the mouth full of apple, 
"Let's go honey, we need to get back."

Charlie watched as Emma pulled away on her motorcycle. 
Their ride back to Hanes & Fields hadn't been nearly as 
hair-raising as the one to his house. He slowly made 
his way up the walk back to his office. He didn't know 
which was the stronger sensation: the satisfied ache in 
his depleted cock, or the hungry ache in his empty 
stomach. He certainly hadn't had anything to eat on his 
lunch break. He opened the door to the building, and 
saw Gordon sitting at his security post. The man was 
reading a newspaper and munching on a sandwich. 

Charlie gave Gordon a weak smile as he passed by. Then 
he stopped short, and turned back to the security man. 
He said, "You know, I still don't have that girl's 
number."

Gordon cleared his throat loudly and looked at 
Charlie's windblown clothes and matted hair. "Maybe 
that's all for the best," he said. 

**

Emma rode her bike back into the city. She pulled into 
a narrow, shabby street lined with tall buildings that 
managed to block any direct sunlight. The bike swerved 
down into an underground garage and Emma braked to a 
stop next to a freight elevator. She went through the 
routine of pulling off her helmet and shaking out her 
hair, then she took her dark glasses from a small 
compartment in the bike and popped them on top of her 
head. 

She entered the dusty elevator and punched a button, 
not for just one floor, but for a series of floors. 
When she finished, she looked into a dime-sized glass 
panel above the buttons. She knew that a computer was 
matching her face to its database. 

Finally, the elevator moved, but not upwards. It 
descended to a subbasement that didn't exist as far as 
the casual elevator user could tell. The doors opened 
and Emma exited the cab to see a man striding toward 
her. 

Franklin Black was head of security at Deville 
Incorporated. He had dark, curly hair and a face with 
sharp features. He smiled and rubbed his palms together 
like a man who had great expectations as he approached 
Emma. "How did it go?" he asked, looking slightly 
upwards into her eyes. He wasn't a tall man. He wore a 
pinstripe suit that was carefully tailored to accent 
what height he had and to hide a slight paunch. 

"I got it," said Emma. 

"Wonderful," said Franklin. "let's go down to the 
electronics lab."

They walked down a bare cement hallway lined with 
unmarked doors. This was the center of Deville's 
industrial espionage department. In past years, this 
part of the basement had been filled with the machinery 
that kept the building above livable. But in this age, 
that chore was done by much more compact mechanisms, 
and this area had been walled off to become Black's 
secret domain. In addition to being the corporation's 
security head, he was also its chief spy.

They stopped in front of a door. Emma couldn't see a 
knob or handle on its surface. There was a dark, glassy 
square on one edge, however. Black pressed his palm to 
the square, a second later there was a soft click and 
the door opened. They entered into a room full of work 
benches and racks that held electronic equipment. 

"May I have the items?" Black asked.

Emma pulled the dark glasses from the top of her head 
and handed them to Black. She unzipped her jacket 
nearly to her navel. Pulling back one side of the 
jacket, she revealed one perfect breast to Black's 
gaze. She hadn't bothered to put her t-shirt back on 
before she had left Charlie's house. She reached into 
an inner pocket and pulled out the two plastic cards. 

Charlie's gaze was locked on Emma's chest as he took 
the cards. "Thank you," he said, noticing that she 
hadn't re-zipped her jacket. He reached into an inner 
pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a wad of cash. 
"As we agreed, here's half your money. You'll get the 
other half after I've confirmed the worth of your 
data." 

Black was intrigued when Emma didn't reach for the 
money. She just stood there with a slight smile on her 
face, staring into his eyes. Black took a step forward. 
"Of course, we could have a little party before you 
leave," he said, reaching out a hand toward her now 
half exposed breasts. 

Emma knew about Franklin Black. He was a vicious little 
dictator to the people who worked under him. If they 
wanted to keep their jobs, the men had to be 
sycophants, and the women had to endure an endless 
stream of sexual innuendo. Oddly enough, the women who 
tried to advance their careers by responding to him 
found themselves on the street. 

Emma grabbed Black's fingers before they actually 
touched her skin. She levered his wrist backwards until 
he gasped with pain and moved away. She saw something 
close to adoration in his eyes as he massaged his hand 
and wrist.

"Why don't we check that stuff now? Then there won't be 
any question about how much data was gathered," Emma 
said with a humorless smile. 

"Alright," said Black. He moved to a computer on one of 
the workbenches and started a program. He took the two 
plastic cards and popped them into some sort of black 
box reader. After the computer worked for a few 
seconds, views of both sides of Charlie Reed's employee 
pass appeared on a monitor. A long list of 
specifications and technical data followed. 

Black pulled his eyes away from Emma's chest long 
enough to check the screen. He nodded and said, "Good, 
we've got all the data including the electronic 
encoding."

He moved on to the glasses. They also went into a 
reader. "These glasses are cool stuff," Black said as 
he brought up another program on the computer. "There 
are hundreds of tiny photo receptors sandwiched in 
between the inner and outer lenses. The receptors are 
connected by ultra-fine wire filaments to a crystal 
memory in one of the temple pieces. So we end up with a 
picture of whatever the lenses saw." He tapped at the 
keyboard and squinted at the monitor as he tilted his 
head from side to side. 

"The good news is that the glasses are undetectable by 
any sensors short of the latest government equipment. 
And the bad news is that the software used to sort out 
the data is hardly user friendly." He fiddled with the 
computer several minutes, then a picture of Charlie's 
fingers appeared as they tapped in the pass code to his 
office. "And there we go – you got just what we 
needed," Black said with an evil grin. 

"I thought you'd be happy," said Emma.

Black shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have the rest of 
your money on me. You'll have to wait until I get it 
from the accounting department."

Emma stepped up to Black. She grabbed his hair and 
jerked his head back. She kissed him so savagely that 
when they parted, there were imprints of her teeth on 
his lips. But before they parted, Emma could tell that 
Black was beginning to respond to her. That was when 
she set one of her feet behind his heel and gave him a 
shove. 

Black tripped and fell to the floor on his ass. By 
turns he looked stunned, chagrinned and amazed when he 
finally looked up at Emma. She stepped between his legs 
and put the heel of one shoe next to his ass and rested 
its toe firmly on his crotch. She sneered at him and 
said, "I don't want simply the other half of my pay. I 
want to make ten or a hundred times that much."

"Why? What are you talking about?" he asked in 
confusion. 

"Don't play me for an idiot," she said. "The security 
at Hanes & Fields may be subtle, but it's thorough. The 
stuff I gave you today will only get you past one door. 
There has to be more going on, and I want in on it."

Black looked thoughtful as he managed to prop himself 
into a sitting position, using one arm to stay upright. 
"It's not that simple. You must know that these things 
are compartmentalized," he said. His free hand went to 
Emma's shoe, but he didn't try to remove her foot from 
his crotch; he used the toe to rub back and forth on 
his hardening cock. 

Emma jerked her foot from his grasp and knelt beside 
him on the floor. She grabbed his hair once more and 
gave him another smash-mouth kiss. It wasn't as savage 
as the first one, but there was no doubt as to who was 
kissing whom. Her hand went to his crotch and began to 
jerk on his cock through his pants. 

Breaking her ruthless kiss, Emma said, "So, pencil-
dick, you don't really know what's happening. Maybe 
you'd better tell me who does, so I can talk to someone 
with real authority." She stopped masturbating him and 
locked up his cock and balls, along with a handful of 
cloth, in a viselike grip.

"No," he gasped through clenched teeth, "I'm your man. 
I just need some time to plan out the next move."

Emma resumed her cock stroke. She looked Black in the 
eyes until he blinked and his gaze slid down to where 
her fingers moved around on his dick. Emma felt his 
body shudder and stiffen. She put her hand on his face 
and shoved him prone on the floor once more as she 
stood up. "You cum like a schoolboy," she sneered. "of 
course that sort of goes along with the size of your 
prick." 

Emma jerked the zipper of her jacket back into place. 
She looked down her nose at Black, but then the scowl 
on her face disappeared and was replaced with a faint 
smile. Her voice was low and intimate as she said, "I 
know what you like, Franklin. Work with me and I'll 
turn you every which way but loose."

Black lifted his head enough to watch Emma's shapely 
ass as it left the room. When the door closed behind 
her, he laid his head back on the cool, tile floor. 
There was a scheming smile on his lips as his hands 
groped at his cum coated penis. 

**

Emma rode her bike back into the city traffic. "Myrtle, 
call father's cell," she told the computer that watched 
over her bike as well as providing other services.

"Dialing," said the motherly voice. 

"Hi, honey, how's it going" said the soft southern 
drawl of Marcus Fields as he answered the call.

"Hey," said Emma, "I have some information for you."

"That didn't take long." Fields said, "How about 
meeting for dinner? We can talk it over."  

"I suppose you want to eat at that steak house," Emma 
said as she slalomed around a Porsche that was going 
too slow to suit her. Her father was a multi-
millionaire with very common taste, at least as far as 
food was concerned. 

"Yes, meet you there at seven, bye" 

"Bye, Dad," said Emma. Her father was also known for 
his brevity on the phone.

Emma drove her bike into the apartment complex where 
she lived, and parked next to a Toyota Camry, her other 
vehicle. Her passion for speed didn't extend to her 
cars, at least not currently.

Emma went to her kitchen and retrieved a bottle of 
water from the refrigerator. She sipped at the cold 
liquid as she shed her clothes in her bedroom and took 
a seat at her vanity. After pulling cotton swabs from a 
drawer, she dipped one into an unmarked jar of liquid 
and wiped it across one eyebrow. The swab turned brown 
as it took the color out of her fine hairs. 

When both eyebrows were back to their natural blonde, 
Emma went to work on her hair. She used another swab 
and a different liquid on her hairline. In a minute, 
she was able to remove the auburn wig that she had been 
wearing from her head. She popped brown tinted contacts 
out of her eyes, putting them in a case along with 
other contacts of different colors. 

Emma's naturally icy blue eyes examined her reflection 
in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her short, 
blonde hair and frowned at the sight of the shapeless 
yellow mop. Oh well, she thought, I'm going shampoo it 
in a minute anyway. 

Emma drew a hot bath and poured a liberal dose of bath 
oil in the water. She sunk up to her neck in the 
scented water and sighed. Suddenly, she was exhausted. 
The doctors had released her, and hours of physical 
therapy had left her toned and fit, but is seemed as if 
the least amount of tension in her life left her 
drained of energy. As the hot water relaxed her 
muscles, Emma's eyes closed and she fell asleep.

**

Five years earlier:

Seth's handsome face arose from between Emma's thighs. 
"Ready, baby?" he asked with a leering grin. 

Emma exhaled with a ragged sigh. His tongue had done 
its job between her vaginal lips. She knew that her 
pussy was practically oozing. She held out her arms and 
spread her legs wide. "Yeah, let's do it," she said.

Seth rose up on his knees. His cock stood proudly 
against his torso; its flared head hovered well above 
Seth's bellybutton. Emma loved to simply drink in the 
sight of his fantastic body. His well developed muscles 
flowed sinuously as moved between her upraised knees. 

Of course, Seth had good reason to possess all those 
muscles. He was a declared football player at their 
college, which meant that he attended class on only a 
voluntary basis. Most of his day was spent eating, 
sleeping, working out and wondering which professional 
team was going to hand him an obscene amount of money. 
Any of his spare time was devoted to his sex life. That 
suited Emma just fine. He was always hard and eager to 
stuff her full of potent cock. He was the ultimate fuck 
toy, or maybe she was his. It was hard to tell. 

At that moment however, it didn't matter. She moaned as 
he split her pussy lips wide and slid eight inches of 
thick man meat into her wet and eager cunt. Seth locked 
his elbows and knees so that only his hands and toes 
were on the bed, then he began to swing his hips, 
driving his dick back and forth. 

Emma came, her contracting pussy milking at his big 
cock. She ran her hands up the corded muscles of his 
arms and gazed into his brown eyes. He smiled down at 
her and said, "Another one?"

"Yeah," she agreed, and began to thrust her hips up in 
time to meet his down strokes. The liquid, slapping 
sounds of sex filled the room. Emma came again, and 
then Seth arched his back and shuddered as he poured 
out his steaming ropes of cum.

Seth was in the shower almost before Emma realized that 
he had left the bed. She stretched languidly and 
snuggled against one of the fluffy pillows. She must 
have dozed off, because the next thing she knew she saw 
that Seth was pulling on a jacket and pocketing his 
keys. "You in a hurry?" she asked, propping her head on 
her hand.

"Sorry babe," he said, "I have a team meeting." He came 
to the bed and gave her a quick smack on the lips. "How 
about locking the door on your way out?" And with that, 
he was gone. 

Emma took her time dressing. She checked her face in a 
mirror and ran her fingers through her long blonde 
hair. She sighed as she traced the tip of her finger 
along one eyebrow. It was eight in the evening and she 
needed to go back to her room and study for her 
upcoming finals, but her heart just wasn't in it. She 
left Seth's apartment, and was halfway across campus, 
when she decided that a big dose of caffeine would perk 
her up. 

She detoured to a coffee shop and bought a quart-sized 
latte. She sipped on her coffee as she maneuvered 
between the cars parked near one of the housing units. 
She came to a stop when she saw a familiar bright red 
car stop, and Seth emerge from the driver's side. The 
door to one of the apartments opened, and a girl ran 
out to greet Seth. She laid a long hard kiss on his 
lips. 

Emma finally got a good look at the girl after the 
couple stop trying to swallow one another's tongues. 
She was wearing a red sheath that started halfway down 
her breasts and stopped halfway up her thighs. That 
must be some meeting Seth's going to, Emma thought. 
Maybe it was a meeting of the cheerleading squad. With 
a sinking heart, she watched until the couple was in 
Seth's car and well down the road before she resumed 
her trek back to her room. 

Sitting at her desk in her room, Emma stared down at 
her pad without really seeing it. For the third time in 
the past hour, it had gone blank through lack of input. 
She sighed and took a sip of the near empty cup of 
coffee. It was cold and unappealing. The image of Seth 
and that girl kept on intruding into her mind. She and 
Seth didn't share any sort of emotional or romantic 
connection. At least that was what she had been telling 
herself. It was more of a cunt to cock relationship 
that was ultimately doomed to failure. Instinctively, 
she had known that Seth was getting more pussy than she 
supplied. But now that she knew it for sure, they were 
through. 

She tapped at her pad and the text on childhood 
education reappeared. She sighed. She had had trouble 
deciding on a major, and she had finally chosen 
elementary school education. Teaching had seemed like 
something worthwhile that she could sink her teeth 
into, but the basic classes were boring and she 
certainly couldn't work up any enthusiasm for the 
subjects. 

Emma tapped on the Internet connection and brought up 
the site that every young person in the United States 
dreaded. Ever since the Bush wars at the turn of the 
century, the United States Government had mandated 
universal service for every young citizen. College 
graduates could serve in their chosen fields, but 
everyone who waited for the draft got processed and 
assigned where they were most needed. People who signed 
up for their service had at least some say in what 
happened to them. 

It was foolish to wait until you were drafted. Emma 
pursed her lips around the end of her stylus for a 
minute, and then brought up the application for 
service. Thirty minutes later she shut down her pad and 
rolled into bed. At the end of her school term, she 
would be off to the former marine base at Paris Island 
for indoctrination. Her father would be disappointed. 
Not that she had joined up, but that he hadn't had a 
chance to whisper in a few well placed ears in order to 
smooth her way. 

**

Four months later at the Paris Island Joint Services 
Training and Evaluation Center, known simply as boot 
camp by everyone, Emma entered one of the base 
conference rooms. A man stood as she came through the 
door, and stuck out his hand. "Trainee Fields, nice to 
meet you," he said. 

The man wasn't in uniform so Emma didn't snap to or 
salute. She said a simple, "Hello," as she took his 
hand.

The man gestured for her to sit down. "My name is Ralph 
Banks. I'm in charge of recruiting for a group 
organized under the Homeland Security Act. Its official 
title is Special Action Group Seven, which of course 
gets reduced 'SAG-seven.' We are tasked with gathering 
intelligence on the terrorist groups that are financed 
by drug money in Latin America." He picked up a pad and 
turned his gaze to its screen. When he began to speak 
to Emma once more, it was in rapid fire Spanish. "Your 
aptitude tests show that you are fluent in Spanish."

"Yes," Emma replied in kind, "I grew up around Latinos 
and learned Spanish almost as a first language. 

Banks nodded. "Your training and test scores have made 
you eligible for several different specialties. We'd 
like for you to consider our outfit. If you're 
interested, then you'd take the small arms and hand to 
hand combat courses here at Paris Island. After that, 
we'd evaluate your progress and go from there." 

Six months later Emma found herself in Columbia, South 
America. She was stationed at a U.S. consulate in the 
city of Cali. Somewhat to her surprise, she had 
excelled in her training and now she found herself in 
charge of three other agents - SAG-seven didn't use 
military ranks. She and her group spent most of their 
time in the consulate compound. They translated Spanish 
into English for the intelligence spooks. Most of the 
time, they worked with telephone conversations and 
taped interviews. 

It was chilling work. The bad guys could best be 
described as ruthlessly evil. Emma lost count of the 
number of times she had translated an account of a 
brutal slaying. Dismemberment seemed to be the favorite 
non-lethal punishment. On her few journeys outside of 
the compound, Emma was surprised that she didn't see 
wholesale lots of men with missing body parts. The 
women didn't fair much better in her translations. 
Casual rape and abuse seemed to be their fate.

When they weren't translating, Emma's team took a 
rotation at guard duty and twice they had worked as 
backup to the full time professionals as they arrested 
one of the narco-terrorists. The Columbians were more 
than happy to sanction such arrests. It kept them 
relatively free from reprisals, and at the same time it 
let them appease the U.S. government. 

Emma spent her limited free time with a man named Adam 
who was officially one of the translators. 
Unofficially, he was one of the intelligence spooks. 
Either way, he wasn't Emma's boss and they made the 
most of their situation. 

Emma awoke and looked at her watch. It was just past 
midnight. Adam's muscular arm was draped over her waist 
and she could feel his warm breath on her bare neck as 
he slept. She smiled in the faint light of the sparsely 
furnished room. She figured that Adam should be 
recovered from their furious love making that had left 
them exhausted and dozing for the last two hours. She 
gently turned until she was face to face with her 
lover. 

Emma reached between their bodies and found his flaccid 
cock. She twirled her fingers around its head and drew 
them down the length of its shaft. In a few seconds, 
she felt Adam's dick begin to lengthen and fill. His 
penis slipped across his smoothly muscled thigh until 
it was parallel to his trim stomach. She turned in the 
bed until her tongue could reach the sensitive skin of 
his cock that was just under its swollen head. She 
licked and kissed and teased until Adam's cock head was 
jumping and twitching about on her lips.  

After playing with his dick for a few minutes, Emma 
decided that if Adam wasn't simply feigning sleep, then 
it was time for him to wake up. After all, she wasn't 
in his bed to grant free blow jobs. She threw a leg 
over his head, forcing Adam onto his back. She heard a 
muffled groan of surprise, and felt his arms wrap 
around her hips. 

Emma felt his head move just enough to free it up, and 
then she heard Adam say, "What time is it?"

She took her lips off his cock and said, "I could stop 
and take a look if you'd like."

"Don't you dare," she heard from between her legs, 
followed by his tongue stabbing into her pussy. 

Adam's talented lips washed up and down her vaginal 
lips, and his tongue teased her clit as it speared into 
her wet cunt. Emma felt the hot blood flood her pussy. 
The pressure in her groin grew and peaked sooner than 
she had expected. She laid her head on Adam's thigh, 
her face in a grimace of ecstasy as her orgasm 
exploded. 

Emma's fingers jerked on Adam's dick as she enjoyed 
multiple orgasms. She smeared pussy juice all over his 
face as her hips writhed from side to side. She 
rewarded her lover by sucking the length of his 
distended cock into her mouth and working it over until 
it popped its load of cum. 

Emma had just snuggled back under the covers when the 
insistent chirping of an alert sounded in the room. She 
and Adam reached for their pads.  

**

"Mmm... I liked that," said Patricia when the last of 
the story scrolled across the screen, "a take charge 
woman. It makes me horny."

"Me too," said Lila. She flipped aside the opening of 
her robe to reveal her long, tanned legs. "So why don't 
you do something about it?" She spread her legs wide 
and her shaved pussy came into view. Her vaginal lips 
were pink and moist with excitement. 

Patricia moved eagerly to comply. She scrambled between 
Lila's smoothly muscled thighs. Moistening her lips she 
gave Lila's pussy a light, loving kiss. Her tongue 
parted Lila's lips and licked upwards until it crossed 
the swelling bud of her clit. She reversed the process 
by moving the back of her tongue over Lila's clitoris 
and inserting it as far into the woman's glistening 
pussy as she could manage. 

Meanwhile, Lila brought up the second story on the 
disk:

**

Snow

Once upon a time long ago and in a country far away 
there was a fairytale kingdom. The King was a good 
ruler. He was kind to his people and the kingdom 
prospered. The King had a daughter named Snow White. 
She was a lovely child and destined to take her 
father's place on the throne. One day the Queen, Snow 
White's mother, died in an accident. The King was 
deeply depressed for months and very unhappy for years. 
He thought that he would never love again. Then one day 
a princess from a far off land came to the King's 
castle and asked for refuge. Her country had undergone 
a revolution and she was an exile. 

Her name was Charlotte and she was quite beautiful and 
charming. It wasn't long before she captured the King's 
heart – among other body parts – and they were wed. 
Charlotte wasn't known for her warm heart. She never 
bothered to be a mother to Snow White. She cultivated 
the rich and powerful and ignored most everyone else. 
But first, a bit about how Charlotte came to the 
Kingdom:

The woman walked into the tavern. She was dressed like 
a peasant in a simple dress that was worn with age. She 
had a shawl that covered her head and shoulders and she 
held it clasped in hands that crossed her bosom. But 
the woman didn't walk like a peasant, worn down from 
years of hard labor. 

She held her head high as she coolly surveyed the 
tavern's patrons. They were a mixture of men of the 
town as well as travelers and farmers come to market to 
sell their harvest. They were here to drink and gamble 
and have their pleasure with the women who awaited them 
on the second floor of the tavern.

The woman made her way to bar. The tavern's owner and 
his wife were there. He was pouring drinks and talking 
with the patrons while she gave orders to the serving 
wenches and took in the money. As the woman watched, a 
man approached the wife and after a short discussion, 
he exchanged money for a token from her and headed up 
the stairs. He disappeared into one of the rooms 
visible from the ground floor. 

The woman stepped in front of the wife and pulled the 
shawl from her head and settled it on her shoulders. 
The wife looked up from her money box and said, "What 
do you want, deary?"

"I need a job," the woman said, glancing up to the 
floor above. 

The wife looked her over. The woman was tall with sharp 
features. She had dark hair with more than a touch of 
gray in it. "Aren't you a bit old for that work?" she 
asked.

The woman pulled the shawl from around her shoulders 
and draped it over her arm. She ran her hands over her 
breasts and held the dress tight to her waist. "I have 
a good figure," she said. "Don't worry; I know how to 
please a man."

"Give her a try," said the owner, who had been 
listening in. He gave the woman a leering grin. 

"You never mind," the wife snarled at her husband, who 
laughed and went back to his own business.

"Alright deary, here's the key to number seven in the 
back. When a man comes up he'll give you one of these 
tokens." She showed the woman a square wooden chunk of 
wood with a number scratched on it. "At noon tomorrow, 
you bring me the tokens you've earned and I'll buy them 
back from you."

The woman nodded. "How much for each token?" 

The wife named a figure and the woman nodded again. She 
took the key and said, "I'm ready any time."

"And who should I tell the gentlemen to ask for?" said 
the wife.

"My name is Charlotte," said the woman. She left the 
tavern keeper and his wife, and walked up the stairs as 
if a suite of rooms and a dozen servants awaited her.

The reality was much harsher. Number seven was a bare 
room except for a hefty bed and a small table that held 
a single lit candle. She tossed her shawl on the bed 
and ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair. 
She put her hands on her hips and turned about, 
frowning at the plain floor and walls. She was about to 
sit on the bed to await her first customer when there 
was a knock at the door. Charlotte answered the door 
and had to look down into the eyes of an ill clad 
farmer. He thrust his token at her as if it was a gift 
that he was eager to give. 

Charlotte took the token and said, "Come in good sir, 
and what is your name?"

The man held his hat in both hands, clutched in front 
of his crotch as he entered the room. "My name 
is…uh…John."

"Well of course it is," said Charlotte with a smile. 
She took a seat on the bed. "Come stand over here, 
John." The man approached and she pulled his hat out of 
his hands to reveal a bold tenting of his loose 
trousers. There was a dark stain at the tip of the 
bulge. "You seem very eager."

"I haven't had a woman in months," he blurted out. He 
watched as Charlotte loosened his pants and his stiff, 
dark red member popped into view. He was amazed when 
she slipped her lips around the head of his cock. He 
felt a tickling sensation that that quickly grew in 
intensity and suddenly he was cumming like never before 
in his life. 

His back arched and his face froze in a rictus as he 
poured shot after shot of milky cum into her eager 
mouth. Just when he thought he was drained, another 
bolt of sexual energy would shoot from her lips through 
his cock into his balls and even more cum would pour 
out. Amazingly, he had more orgasms, one after the 
other until the muscles of his groin cramped and his 
sturdy farmer's legs trembled with fatigue.

Finally her lips pulled away and John staggered back. 
He saw Charlotte swallow and dab at her lips as if she 
had just sampled a fine wine. She stepped up to John 
and ran her fingers along his cheek. "Did you enjoy 
that?"

"It was amazing. No woman has ever done that to me."

Charlotte smiled. "And no other woman will ever be able 
to make you feel like that again. Now I want you to go 
downstairs and tell those other men how much you 
enjoyed it."

John frowned, he had paid good money for that token and 
he had been with her for only a couple of minutes. He 
was about to complain, but then he looked into her eyes 
and felt the cool touch of her fingers and suddenly his 
complaint disappeared. "Those men will laugh at me when 
I return so quickly, but they'll thank me after they've 
been with you," he said with a dreamy smile. 

"That's right," said Charlotte. "Now send them to me." 
She practically shoved John out the door.

Three hours later the pile of tokens on the table in 
Charlotte's room had overflowed onto the floor. There 
hadn't been a knock on her door for several minutes and 
she was beginning to think that she had exhausted the 
supply of men. She stretched and yawned and began to 
contemplate actually sleeping on her bed when there was 
a heavy pounding on her door. 

"Come in," she called out. "There's no need to knock it 
down."

The door swung open to reveal a man who filled the 
doorway from top to bottom and side to side. He was 
wearing a heavy leather vest and a belt that held a 
long sword and dagger. He gave Charlotte a searching 
look and held out a ham sized hand. When he opened his 
hand a dozen tokens fell out. His voice rumbled as he 
said, "The men downstairs can't stop talking about you. 
I've bought you for the rest of the night."

Charlotte smiled. "You're no farmer."

"My name is Thard," he said. He began to remove his 
belt and vest. "You're correct, I am not a farmer. I'm 
the captain of a band of mercenaries."

"Oh really," said Charlotte, suddenly interested. 
"Where are your men? Will they be following you?"

Thard continued to undress as her crossed the room. 
"I'm not in the habit of revealing the whereabouts of 
my men. Besides, you won't want another man after me."

I'll know all that I want to know before the night 
ends, thought Charlotte. She watched as Thard finished 
disrobing. He was heavily muscled and his body showed 
numerous scars. 

He pointed at Charlotte and said, "Undress, woman. 
Every man who returned from this room talked about your 
sweet mouth. I want more."

She smiled and began to pull off her tattered dress. 
She slipped the rough material off of her smooth 
shoulders and let the top of the dress fall to her 
waist. Thard's eyes widened. Her breasts were near 
perfect creamy globes tipped with pert nipples. She 
stepped out the dress to reveal wide hips and long, 
slender legs. He couldn't find the first sign of a 
blemish on her supple body. Thard's cock sprang erect. 
"You look much younger now than when you first entered 
the tavern," he rumbled. 

"It must be the candle light," she said. Charlotte 
grasped Thard's erection and stroked it a couple of 
times. To his embarrassment Thard's cock immediately 
shot a half dozen streams of milky cum onto her hand 
and arm. 

"Damn you," he cursed. But Charlotte just smiled lazily 
at the big man as she licked his cum from her arm and 
swallowed it, all the while running her fingers around 
and over the sensitive head of his cock. Thard was 
amazed to find that his cock not only stayed rock hard, 
his desire hadn't diminished at all. 

Charlotte took a firm grip on his dick and pulled him 
over and onto the bed. She didn't stop pulling until 
his erection was nestled firmly in her pussy and her 
legs wrapped around his waist. Thard began to pump his 
hips at a furious rate. For nearly an hour Charlotte's 
pussy tickled and teased and milked at his swollen 
cock. When he finally came, he thought that his dick 
had simply exploded.

The following morning the tavern keeper's wife watched 
as Thard came and went from her establishment. He 
carried numerous packages up the stairs only to leave 
empty handed and return with more. At noon he came down 
the stairs once more, but this time he was carrying a 
huge travel bag in each hand. Behind him came Charlotte 
dressed in fashionable, yet practical traveling 
clothes. At least the wife thought it was Charlotte. 
She wondered if the woman's younger sister hadn't 
arrived in the night.

Charlotte approached the bar and laid out the shawl 
that she had been wearing the previous evening. She 
unwrapped the material to reveal the impressive pile of 
tokens that she had accumulated. "I'd like my money for 
these please."

The wife squinted at Charlotte. "You look different, 
much younger than you did last night."

Charlotte smiled patiently. "Perhaps it was that 
delightful room that you gave me, plus a good night's 
rest." 

The sarcasm was lost on the old woman. She snorted and 
said, "You didn't get much rest last night, deary. The 
other girls'll be glad to see you go. They hardly made 
a penny last night."

"I'll be happy to leave," said Charlotte, "if you'll 
just pay me."

"Let's see," said the wife. She carefully counted out 
the tokens, and then she pulled out a money box and, 
even more carefully, she counted out a sum of money. 
She shoved the money across the bar in front of 
Charlotte.

She shook her head. "That's not what we agreed upon."

The wife shrugged. "I have to take out for your room 
rent, the sheets and candles and so forth."

"Are you sure that you don't want to charge me for the 
air I breathed as well? Look, I know what the men paid 
for those tokens. I want my fair share."

The wife shook her head. She put her hands flat on the 
bar and leaned over to hiss, "Take it or leave it. If 
you cause trouble, I'll call the high sheriff on you."

Charlotte glanced over her shoulder. "Thard? Please 
collect what this lady owes me. I'll wait outside."

The wife glanced at Thard. She was about to tell him 
where to leave off when the dagger that he had been 
wearing at his waist suddenly lanced through her hand, 
pinning it to the bar. She opened her mouth to scream 
but then she felt the cold steel of Thard's sword at 
her throat. He dumped out the contents of the money box 
onto the bar, and then he scooped up a double handful 
of gold coins and stuffed them into a pocket. "I 
wouldn't make a fuss," he said to the wife," as he 
roughly pulled the dagger from her hand. "Otherwise, 
you might lose more than a little money." In a second, 
he had followed Charlotte out the door. 

Thard and Charlotte rode through the countryside 
unmolested. Apparently, the inn keeper and his wife had 
decided to cut their losses, or perhaps the local 
constabulary was just slow to respond. In any event it 
was nearly dark when they pulled into a dark wood and 
were immediately challenged by a sentry. 

"Thard and a friend," Thard said in answer to the 
challenge. He and Charlotte moved on and soon entered a 
camp where several small fires burned. 

"How many men do you have?" asked Charlotte. 

**

Patricia's neck ached with the effort of keeping her 
head in place in order to service Lila's weeping pussy. 
Her lips were locked onto to Lila's cunt, and she had 
lapped the woman's clit until her tongue was sore. Lila 
had shuddered through several orgasms, but apparently 
she was eager for more. She closed her thighs on 
Patricia's head and crossed her ankles on top of 
Patricia's butt. 

Lila read on:

**

Sandy

1500 hours – Mountain Valley Golf Resort - Mountain 
Valley, North Carolina

Sandy unlocked the door to her room and stepped inside. 
She stood still for a second and reveled in the cool, 
dry conditioned air that seemed to suck the 
perspiration away from her bare arms and legs. She 
plopped the golf bag that she was carrying into a 
corner of the room. The dents and marks in the corner 
told her that she wasn't the first person to take 
advantage of that convenient spot.

Sandy took a liter bottle of cold water from the room's 
small refrigerator. She opened it and took a long 
swallow as she walked into the bathroom. She examined 
her trim and fit figure in the wide bathroom mirror to 
see what eighteen holes of golf had done to her look. 
Her shirt was still tucked neatly into her shorts, but 
there were some severe sweat stains under her arms. She 
took off the visor that she'd worn on the golf course 
to protect her face from the sun and ran her fingers 
through her dark blonde hair. 

Strands of her hair were plastered to her brow with 
sweat. "It'll be nice and cool in the mountains," she 
mocked to the face in the mirror. The temperature had 
been in the eighties for her ten-thirty tee time and it 
must have been over ninety by the time she'd finished 
her round. Everyone at the resort kept assuring her 
that 'It'll cool off, this is mighty hot for the Smoky 
Mountains, especially in June'.

Sandy picked up a brush and started to run it through 
her hair, but then she decided that there was no point; 
she needed a cool shower before she did anything else. 
She turned to the shower door and she was about to 
start the water when there was a knock at the outer 
room's door.

Sandy went to the door and put her eye to the peephole. 
Don, the golf pro, with whom she'd been partnered that 
morning, was standing there. At first the starter had 
paired her with a couple of retired salesman on the 
first tee. Then Don had run up and asked if he could 
join them. It turned out that he was one of the 
assistant golf professionals at the resort and that he 
wanted to get in a round on his day off. He was a tall, 
blonde, good-looking young man and Sandy had enjoyed 
their game together.

She opened the door. "Hi," she said.

"Hi there," answered Don. He held up a battered old, 
dirty white club head cover. "I found this next to the 
golf cart we were using. I thought maybe you'd dropped 
it."

Sandy glanced at the cover. She knew that ratty old 
thing didn't belong to her. And she knew that he knew. 
Sandy examined the sly smile on Don's handsome face. 
She turned, not bothering to close the door and said, 
"I was about to take a shower."

A minute later there were two puddles of clothing on 
the floor and Don and Sandy were standing under a 
comfortably cool shower of water. Don poured a generous 
glob of liquid soap into the palms of his hands, and 
then he massaged the slippery stuff into Sandy's neck 
and shoulders.

"Oh that's good," she sighed. She could feel the 
tension flowing out of her muscles.

Don ran his soapy hands over her shoulders and down her 
arms. Sandy took his hands in hers and cupped them over 
her breasts. Don took the hint and soaped and caressed 
every square inch of her tits, strumming his fingers 
across her erect nipples repeatedly. 

Sandy could feel the tip of his hardening cock begin to 
work its way up her firm butt. She leaned back and 
swayed her ass around, massaging Don's hardness between 
their bodies. He responded by moving his hands lower 
and lower on her torso until one of his fingers dipped 
into her pussy. "Mmmmm…"Sandy moaned. They played with 
one another that way until Sandy felt dizzy with 
passion and she could feel Don's hot breath snorting 
against her neck. 

She turned in Don's embrace until they were face to 
face. She took his cock in hand. She slipped her 
fingers along the length of his stiff member, swirling 
her palm around its sensitive head, until Don was 
gasping and pumping his hips. Suddenly, Sandy stopped, 
she wasn't about to waste a good hard on by letting it 
shoot off in the shower. She said, "Why don't we finish 
this on the bed?"

"OK," Don said with a husky voice. They stepped out of 
the shower and dried each other off. Sandy ran across 
the room and jumped on the bed. She was hot for a good 
fuck, but her passion hadn't overwhelmed her good 
sense. She was about to ask Don about condoms when she 
saw him stop at his pants and take one out of a back 
pocket. 

She laughed and gestured at the little foil pack. "I 
like a man who's prepared, but that leads me to believe 
that you've entertained a lot of golf widows in these 
rooms."

Don shrugged. "It's not nice to kiss and tell," he said 
as he opened the pack and deftly rolled the condom over 
his cock with one hand. 

"And maybe I'm better off not knowing," said Sandy. She 
arranged the bed pillows one on top of the other and 
leaned back on them. With her knees bent and spread 
wide Sandy dipped a finger in and out of her pussy and 
spread her wetness on her swollen pussy lips and across 
her clit. She held out an inviting hand to Don and 
said, "Let's do it."

Don climbed onto the bed and moved between Sandy's 
legs. "Certainly none of those golf widows were this 
direct," he said.

Sandy smiled. "You got me hot as hell in the shower, 
now come here." She grasped his cock and guided it in. 
As their eyes locked, her hands roamed over his ass and 
then up his back to his shoulders. Don hadn't moved yet 
and she was beginning to wonder if this was some mind 
game. Did he think that she was so hot that she was 
going to start thrashing her hips up and down on his 
penis?

Sandy was about two seconds from thinking that maybe 
that was the way to go, when Don surprised her by 
bending down and giving her a tender kiss on the lips. 
And then he began to move. He pumped her with short but 
powerful strokes that shook her clit. 

"Oh, that's good," Sandy moaned. "Just like that," she 
urged him, and Don responded by moving even faster. 

"Oh yeah baby," Sand said breathlessly as she squeezed 
her legs around his torso and her thighs trembled in 
orgasm. 

Don's chest glistened with perspiration and rivulets of 
sweat ran down his face to form drops that landed on 
Sandy's tits. He was panting so hard that Sandy was 
scared that he might hurt himself, but he continued to 
pound her pussy until she had another orgasm, shorter 
but more intense than the first. 

Finally Don's arms locked at the elbow, his back arched 
and as he made little gasping and wheezing noises as 
his hips bucked out his own orgasm. He lowered his 
weight on top of Sandy and then the couple rolled onto 
their sides.

Sandy slowly opened her eyes. Don's face was inches 
from hers. His eyes were closed and he was breathing 
deeply and regularly. We must have dozed off, she 
thought. Sandy stretched her muscles in satisfaction. 
That, as one of her girlfriends would have said, was a 
fine and pleasant fuck. In fact, she wondered if they 
might not have another round. She wouldn't mind being 
on top this time. 

She was about to accidentally on purpose wake up Don 
when an electronic chirping filled the room. Don's eyes 
popped open. "What's that," he said throatily. 

Sandy sighed. "That's the paging signal on my cell 
phone. Excuse me," she said as she reached across Don's 
body to grab the phone from the bed table. She read the 
display and then looked back to Don. "I'm afraid I have 
to call the office."

Don raised an eyebrow. "Is that my cue to leave? I was 
thinking that we might …you know." 

"Yeah I know," said Sandy, "I was hoping too, but this 
really takes an edge off the moment," she said, holding 
up the phone and waggling it between her fingers. "It 
would be on my mind."


**

Patricia gasped for air when Lila finally released her 
from the confines of her burning thighs. She rolled to 
the foot of the huge bed, and despite the pain in her 
neck and bruised lips, she spread her legs wide and 
immediately began to finger her pussy. She gazed up at 
Lila who was closing up her computer and putting it to 
the side. "Did you finish the stories?" Patricia asked.

"Yes," Lila said, stretching and causing her pert 
nipples to thrust at the silk robe. 

"Do you know who wrote the stories?" 

"I believe so," said "Lila. The writing reminds me of a 
girl in my last period class named Amelia Lockhart." 

"Oh, Amelia," Patricia said thoughtfully. Her hands 
stopped pawing at her privates for a second.

"What about her?" asked Lila. 

"Nothing really, I shouldn't say. It would be an 
invasion of her privacy," said Patricia. She resumed 
fingering her puss and rubbing at her clit. 

With her silk robe swirling about her sculpted body, 
Lila jumped off the bed and strode to its foot. She 
clamped her hands around Patricia's wrists and froze 
them in place. "You," she said firmly, "are a P. E. 
instructor, not the school councilor. Now tell me."

Patricia relaxed, she didn't even try to match her wiry 
strength against Lila. "Alright, alright," she said. 
"You know how the showers are arranged in the girl's 
dressing room?"

Lila nodded. The showers were designed to let the girls 
retain some modesty. There was a shower curtain, then a 
small area where the girls could hang their clothes, 
another curtain and then the shower itself. A girl 
didn't have to strut her naked body around if she 
didn't want to.

"Back when Amelia was a freshman," Patricia continued, 
"she was taking her mandatory P.E. course. She was in 
the shower after class one day when a couple of girls 
got into a fight over some boy. I heard the commotion 
and got to the shower room just in time to see one girl 
push the other into Amelia's shower stall. Both of the 
curtains got pulled to one side and for a second I 
could see Amelia in full frontal nudity. She covered 
herself up and got turned around as I pulled the girl, 
one of the fighters that is, off the floor and pulled 
the curtains closed."

"I suppose you're telling me that you saw something 
about Amelia. What, a third nipple or breast?" said 
Lila.

"No, said Patricia, smiling knowingly and warming to 
her tale. She had the prettiest pink penis that you've 
ever seen." 

"So she's actually a male?" asked Lila, sounding as if 
she were tired of digging out the story.

"No. I did some investigating with the school nurse – 
Mary something, at that time. It turns out that Amelia 
is a hermaphrodite. She has both sets of sex organs. 
She…"

"I'm familiar with the term," interrupted Lila. She 
released Patricia and stood up straight. "That's 
interesting," she said. She let her robe fall to the 
floor as she looked thoughtfully into the distance. 

Patricia resumed masturbating as she watched Lila 
absently cup her magnificent breasts and strum her 
nipples with her fingers. The woman's body was simply 
fantastic and Patricia ached to masturbate every time 
she even thought about it. She frantically thrust three 
fingers in and out of her cunt and rubbed her clit with 
a vengeance. Her hips bounced and jerked in orgasm as 
Lila yawned and stretched, thrusting her firm tits 
higher into the air. 

Lila looked down on Patricia's post-orgasmic, languid 
form and said, "I'm going to take a shower and go to 
sleep." She gestured at the rumpled bed. "Be sure you 
straighten that up before you leave."

The following day Lila studied Amelia during last 
period. As usual, the girl was dressed in baggy jeans 
and a sweatshirt. That was how some of the overweight 
girls dressed, but Amelia was hardly overweight. Her 
face was thin with sharp features. With some makeup, 
which she habitually didn't wear, the girl could be 
striking. She sat slouched at her desk with her sandy 
blonde hair falling around her face, insulating her 
from the other students. 

Amelia was one of those students that went mostly 
unnoticed by teachers. She made decent grades, but she 
wasn't one of the overachievers or trouble makers, so 
she flew under the scholastic radar, not calling 
attention to herself. 

When the final bell rang and the students began to file 
out, Lila stopped Amelia before she could get out the 
door. "I need to speak with you, Amelia. Can you hang 
around?"

Amelia nodded mutely and took a seat until Lila 
returned from her hall monitoring duties. After closing 
the classroom door, Lila returned to her desk. She 
inserted the disk with the stories into her computer 
and brought up one of the stories. "Take a look at 
this," she told Amelia.

Amelia came to the teacher's desk and bent over to peer 
at the screen. The girl's wide eyes and arched eyebrows 
told Lila all she needed to know. "I thought that was 
your sparse prose," said Lila.

Amelia could tell that her expression had given her 
away. "But, but how did you get this?" she stammered.

"It was found on one of the library computers."

"But I erased that file. I didn't mean to save it there 
anyway. I save my stories on a floppy disk," Amelia 
said, vaguely pointing at her book bag. 

"I'm afraid the Computer Compliance officer from the 
superintendent's office used one of his voodoo programs 
to raise your deleted file from the dead," Lila said in 
a dry voice. "Why are you writing stories like this, 
anyway?"

Amelia took a deep breath. "I post them on a story-site 
on the Internet. I get a thrill when someone e-mails me 
and tells me that they like my stories."

"I see," said Lila. She could just imagine what some 
horny male would write about his masturbatory 
facilitators. "I bet some of those e-mails get pretty 
graphic."

Lila grinned and said, "Yeah, some of them do." Her 
face grew more serious. "So can we just forget this? I 
promise not to use a school computer again."

"I'm afraid not," said Lila. "The principal wants 
someone's head on a platter."

"Can't you just tell her that you couldn't tell who 
wrote the stories?"

Lila sighed. "No, she would turn the task over to 
Jones," she said, naming one of the school's other 
English teachers who was a notorious brownnoser. 
"There's no telling who he'd misname as the culprit. It 
wouldn't be fair."

Amelia looked distraught for a moment but then her face 
hardened. "So what happens now?" she asked evenly.

Lila studied the girl. She liked the way that Amelia 
wasn't whining or trying to plead some sort of excuse. 
"Well, we'll have to go to Ms. Phillips." She stood and 
ran a critical eye over Amelia's clothes. The girl 
straightened and shook her hair off her face. Lila was 
slightly surprised to see that Amelia was only 
marginally shorter than she. "It wouldn't hurt if you 
dressed in something more feminine." She stepped to 
Amelia's side, grasped a handful of sweatshirt at her 
back and pulled the material tight. "Hmmm…you do have a 
figure, don't you?" 

Amelia looked down over a pair of generous breasts and 
down to her slim waist. "I guess I do," she admitted.

Lila stepped face to face with the girl. "Are you 
trying to hide something?" she asked softly. Then she 
deliberately reached down and pressed her palm the 
Amelia's crotch. To her satisfaction she felt the 
elongated bulge of an erect cock. Amelia gasped, but 
she didn't pull away or cry out.

"How did you know?" Amelia whispered.

Lila stroked her palm up and down the firm erection and 
gave the girl a knowing smile. "I sensed something 
special in you," she said. She leaned slowly forward 
and kissed Amelia gently on the lips. She took the tip 
of the girl's upper lip and softly massaged it between 
her own luscious lips. She wet Amelia's pink skin with 
the tip of her tongue. The girl began to breathe more 
deeply and Lila could feel the heat from her radiant 
cheeks. By degrees, Lila's head tilted and Amelia's 
lips began to respond. Lila pressed in, and in seconds 
the girl's lips were moving wetly against Lila's.

Lila became more aggressive. She slipped her tongue 
between Lila's writhing lips, and then the two women 
wildly Frenched one another. She rubbed at the bulge in 
Lila's pants until the girl shuddered and stiffened in 
orgasm. 

Without pause, Lila grasped Amelia's sweatshirt and 
pulled it over her head. The girl was wearing a 
utilitarian plain-Jane white bra. Lila undid the clasp 
with a flick of her fingers and Amelia's breasts popped 
into view. They looked delicious in their rounded 
perkiness, tipped with swelling areola. Amelia gasped 
when Lila swirled her palms around her erect nipples. 

"Take off those pants," ordered Lila as she turned and 
walked to the classroom door. She locked it and turned 
in time to see Amelia step out of her oversized pants 
that had fallen around her ankles. Lila smiled when she 
saw the thick, white panties. That ugly undergarment 
would be necessary, of course. It served to contain 
Amelia's bulging penis and soaked up the spreading wet 
stain at its tip. Amelia hesitated only a second, and 
then her panties hit the floor along side her discarded 
pants.

"Sit in my chair," Lila told her. 

Amelia took a seat on the plain, armless chair. She 
winced a bit as her skin touched the cold steel and 
plastic. Lila came to her, all swinging hips and 
jutting breasts. She bunched her skirt up to her waist, 
pulling the crotch band of her panties aside. She 
straddled Amelia's hips and slipped the girl's six inch 
cock into her wet pussy. 

"Oh shit, that's good," moaned Amelia. 

Lila stuck her tongue down the girl's throat for a 
long, sloppy wet kiss. "You haven't felt anything yet," 
she said when their hungry mouths parted. She tightened 
her vaginal muscles and began to work her hips. 

Amelia lasted all of thirty seconds before her head 
fell back and she said, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," in 
a strangled voice. 

To Lila's surprise, Amelia's cock stayed erect even 
after it delivered a health load of cum. She rode it 
hard and in a minute she shuddered through a satisfying 
orgasm. She hopped off Amelia's squirming hips and 
grabbed her cum wet member. Lila stroked the cock hard 
and fast. "What do you have left, baby? Let's see what 
you got, huh?" she urged.

Amelia watched wide-eyed as Lila's hand flashed up and 
down the length of her cock. "Here it comes," she 
gasped. 

Lila saw a string of milky cum erupt from the tip of 
Amelia's turgid cock. It was followed by two more 
healthy blasts and then a final drizzle oozed out. Lila 
massaged the cum into Lila's tits and gave her another 
long, wet kiss. "You're one sexy little bitch," she 
told the panting girl. 

A few minutes later both women were dressed. Amelia sat 
quietly at one of the student desks while Lila studied 
her through half-lidded eyes. "Principal Phillips will 
be back in town and here at the school tomorrow," said 
Lila thoughtfully. "I think that would be a good time 
for us to pay her a little visit."

"But tomorrow's Saturday," said Amelia.

"Yes," Lila said with a smile. "The school will be nice 
and quiet." 

Amelia wondered what the beautiful teacher had in mind. 
"What time should I be here?" she asked.

Lila raised a finger in the air. "First things first," 
she said, "you need to meet me at the mall as soon as 
it opens. We're going to give you a makeover, and then 
we need to talk about a strategy on how to handle Ms. 
Phillips."

Amelia nodded. She wasn't sure that her appearance 
would have any affect on how the principal would treat 
her. But she was willing to let Lila lead the way. 

**

"Oh, let's go in here," said Amelia. They had met at 
the mall entrance promptly at opening, and now she was 
practically pulling Lila into one of the trendy 
clothing stores that catered to young women. 

Lila sighed as she let herself be led into the blaring 
music and colored lights. It was not her type of store, 
but they were shopping for the more youthful Amelia. 
They had already been to Lila's cosmetician. Jason was 
so gay that he almost floated off the floor, but he 
knew his way around a woman's face. Not that Amelia 
needed very much makeup. He had only to bring out her 
eyes and highlight her cheekbones a bit and she was 
good to go. 

"I'm going to try this on," said Amelia as pulled a 
dress from one of the racks and headed for an open 
dressing room. She emerged minutes later in a 
sleeveless cocktail dress of shimmering off white. The 
dress looked good on her, however it was ruined by a 
purple leather thong that held the dress together and 
ran up the side from thigh to arm.

As Amelia turned and modeled the dress, Lila saw one of 
the store workers watching her twist about. Lila 
immediately knew the type. The worker was a woman in 
her thirties and she wasn't there for the wages or 
employee discount. Lila could see the hunger in the 
woman's eyes from across the room. 

On a pretense of checking the dress, Lila spoke into 
Amelia's ear. The pulsing techno-beat of the store's 
music system masked her words to anyone more than two 
feet away. When Lila finished talking, Amelia looked at 
her with a mixture of apprehension and amusement. She 
glanced over to the clerk and then slowly made her way 
to where the woman was working, casually browsing 
through merchandise as she went. 

Lila watched as the clerk approached Amelia. Amelia 
gestured to the dress and the clerk looked it over with 
a critical eye. She picked at the dress material as if 
to adjust its fit. Then she smoothed down a couple of 
wrinkles, managing to run her hand over Amelia's ass in 
the process. The two women talked. At one point Amelia 
made a fleeting gesture in Lila's direction. Finally, 
the two parted leaving the clerk with a wistful look. 

"You were right," Amelia said when she got back to 
Lila. "She is totally into women."

"Yes, I saw her grabbing your ass," said Lila, dryly. 

Amelia giggled. "She asked me out for a drink. I think 
she had a small orgasm when I lied and said that I 
would try to ditch you and meet her later. I can't 
believe that I have that kind of affect."

"You do, honey," said Lila. "And you'll have then 
creaming in their panties at just the sight of you if 
we can get you into some decent clothes. Now take off 
that dress and let's find something else."

**

Cathy Phillips was sitting at her desk when she heard 
someone unlocking the door to the school's public 
outer-office. There was the sound of heels approaching 
and then two women entered her private office. It was 
Lila and a younger woman that Cathy didn't know. 

Lila looked fabulous as usual. She wore a forest green 
miniskirt and a shimmering gold silk blouse which had a 
crisscross closure that only served to highlight her 
fantastic rack. The girl looked only slightly less 
stunning. She was in a pleated, thigh high navy skirt 
that she wore low on her hips. Her sky blue, knit top 
was stretched full and it left her flat tummy bare. 

"Hello, ladies," said Cathy. "What can I do for you?"

"You wanted to know who wrote those erotic stories on 
one of the library computers," said Lila as she and 
Amelia sat in chairs before the principal's desk. 

"Oh, yes," said Cathy. The sight of the two women had 
made her forget why Lila would be in her office on a 
Saturday. Eagerly she asked, "Who do you think is 
responsible?" A quick reaction to this little problem 
would make her look good in the eyes of the school 
board.

Lila gestured to the girl at her side and said as if 
the answer were perfectly obvious, "Amelia. Amelia 
Lockhart."

"Oh," said Cathy. For long seconds, she couldn't 
reconcile the name with the stunning young woman before 
her. Then Amelia's facial features fell into place in 
her mind and Cathy realized who she was. "Amelia," she 
said in recognition, "I don't believe that I've ever 
seen you dressed quite like that."

"Lila helped me pick it out," Amelia said simply. 

Cathy frowned. She didn't like a student being so 
familiar with a teacher. She stood and walked to the 
corner of her desk nearest Amelia. Setting a butt cheek 
on the edge of the desk she said, "So, you're the one 
who left those disgraceful stories on a school 
computer?"

Amelia crossed her legs, exposing one smooth thigh all 
the way to her ass. "Yes", she said coolly, "I was 
working on some stories for fun and accidentally saved 
them on the hard drive. When I realized what I'd done, 
I deleted the files. The way I see it – no harm, no 
foul."

"I'm afraid that's not the way I see it. I'll have to 
expel you for a week. I'm sure that you can make up…"

"I'll appeal that to the school board," interrupted 
Amelia. 

"Well, you can try, but I doubt that it will do you any 
good."

"If not, then I'll hire a lawyer and get an 
injunction," said Amelia as if anything that Cathy or 
the board could do were of no account. She stood and 
looked down at the principal. "I'm eighteen, and there 
are privacy rights, not to mention first amendment 
rights at issue here."

Cathy turned to look at Lila for some help, but all she 
could see were thrusting breasts because Lila had also 
stood, and both women were looming over her. "Perhaps I 
can be the mediator here," said Lila. 

"What…what do you mean?" said Cathy, suddenly unsure of 
the situation.

"I think a gentle letter of reprimand for Amelia's 
records would be more than enough," Lila said as if 
that were the most reasonable thing in the world. 

"The school board won't be happy with just that," Cathy 
protested weakly. 

"Maybe I could do something else as penitence," Amelia 
said softly as she brushed Cathy's hair off her cheek 
and ran her finger around the shell of the woman's ear. 

Cathy felt as if someone had just caressed her clit 
with their hot, moist tongue. There was a sexual heat 
emanating from the two women that almost made her 
swoon. She felt confused and dazed, and then Amelia 
compounded her confusion by giving her a soft kiss on 
the lips.

"What's going on?" Cathy asked breathlessly. 

"Just a little seduction," said Lila as she stroked 
Cathy's chin with the tip of a finger. "You don't mind 
do you?"

Cathy couldn't reply because she suddenly had a 
mouthful of Lila's writhing tongue. And then there were 
hands all over her body, clutching and rubbing and 
caressing her breasts and ass and inner thighs. It felt 
as if her tits were swelling and she thought that she 
might cum from the mere feel of her bra's satin 
material being rubbed over her yearning nipples. 

Hands pulled at her clothes, and soon she was naked and 
limply draped over one of the office chairs. She looked 
up to see Lila and Amelia standing in the center of the 
room, kissing one another. Cathy could see their 
tongues flashing into view as the two exchanged long 
luxurious caresses. As if she was in a trance, Cathy 
lifted a leg and slipped a finger into her pussy. She 
ran a finger over her tongue, and then began to rub her 
clit with her wet fingertip. 

"Stop that," said Lila sharply. Cathy's hands jerked 
away from her overheated pussy as if she had been 
burned. She had to watch in sexual agony as the two 
heavenly bodies were revealed as they undressed. Her 
mouth dropped open at the sight of Amelia's erect cock. 
The amazing thing was the sight only doubled her erotic 
yearning. It seemed an age before they were completely 
nude, but then they turned their attention to Cathy. 

Lila appropriated Cathy's leather office chair. She sat 
on the edge of the seat with her knees spread. She 
smiled at Cathy and gestured for her to come to her 
smoothly shaved pussy mound. Cathy approached 
tentatively and reached out a nervous hand. "No 
fingers," said Lila. She put a hand on the back of 
Cathy's neck and pushed her onto her knees. 

Cathy had never seen a pussy up close and personal like 
this before. The perfectly smooth skin looked 
incredibly inviting. She approached the slit like a 
schoolgirl anticipating her first French kiss. Her 
trembling lips caressed Lila's pussy mound and then her 
tongue separated the lips and she found the little nub 
of ultra-sensitive flesh. 

Lila moaned softly. "Mmmm... that's right, baby, now 
suck on my clit, use your tongue and play with it."

Cathy found herself eager to do just that. She nuzzled 
her lips into Lila's moist cunt and lapped fervently at 
her hard clit. She had almost forgotten about Amelia, 
but then she felt the girl's hands on her ass. A split 
second later she realized what was happening when she 
felt Amelia's cock slide into her pussy. 

Cathy bucked forward in surprise, but that only buried 
her face into Lila's wet pussy. She could only back off 
and that just urged Amelia on. Pretty soon the office 
was filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh and the 
erotic moans and sighs coming from the three women. 

Cathy lost count of the number of times that Lila's 
pussy pulsed in orgasm on her deeply plunging tongue. 
Every spasm sent a gush of vaginal juices onto her 
face. Amelia seemed insatiable. Time after time, Cathy 
felt hot cum coat her pussy, but the girl continued to 
tirelessly pound away. Finally exhausted, Cathy lowered 
her head to the office rug, her arms splayed outward. 
She passed out feeling Lila's pussy fluid dripping on 
her face, and a heated stream of cum from Amelia fall 
across her back. 

**

Lila looked up as Amelia came into her bedroom. The 
young woman was completely nude. Her skin radiated 
health and vitality, and her sleek muscles let her move 
with an athletic grace. 

"You look fantastic," said Lila as Amelia joined her on 
the king sized bed. 

"A workout with Patricia and a massage from Cathy and 
I'm good to go," Amelia said. She snuggled to Lila's 
side. 

"Speaking of Cathy, what ever happened about that 
little flap over your stories?" Lila asked.

Amelia laughed. "You know, she was so clever about 
that. She managed to convince the computer cop to tell 
the school board that there was no way to know exactly 
how long those stories had been on that computer, and 
that it wasn't practical to try to find the culprit 
now."

"How did she talk him into telling such an outrageous 
lie?"

"One good blow job and that nerd was willing to do 
anything," said Amelia.

"Well, aren't you the clever one," said Lila, as she 
reached down and ruffled Cathy's hair as if she were an 
obedient dog. The woman was busily lapping at Amelia's 
pussy, just like Patricia was eagerly servicing Lila's. 
The two women had followed Amelia into the room. 

Lila looked at Amelia's pretty pink penis. It was 
stiffly waving about in the air as Cathy ate out her 
dripping cunt. Every few seconds a glob of pre-cum 
would burble from her cock-slit and ooze syrup like 
down her erect flesh. At that point, Cathy's tongue 
would lap up the clear fluid before she went back to 
Amelia's pussy. 

"What's this?" asked Lila, "Are you abstaining from 
producing those marvelous gushers of yours?"

"I'm saving it all for you after our sex toys are too 
tired to carry on," said Amelia with a grin. 

"Mmm... I don't think I want to wait that long," said 
Lila. Her abs rippling, Lila drew up her legs and put 
her feet on the shoulders of Cathy and Patricia. She 
gave them a shove and said, "Why don't you two go stand 
in the corner or something."

As the two older women climbed off the bed, Lila drew 
Amelia into a deep kiss. Their tongues languidly 
stroked one another as their lips pressed together 
wetly. Amelia moved to Lila's neck and kissed her way 
down the woman's neck to her shoulders and breasts. 
Lila shivered and ran her fingers through Amelia's 
silken hair as the girl sucked at her swollen nipples. 

Amelia gingerly slipped her middle finger into Lila's 
pussy. The hot, wet flesh embraced her digit as if to 
suck it deeper. She rubbed her thumb over Amelia's clit 
and felt the sensitive lump bulge at her touch. She 
sucked at Lila's tits loudly and pounded her fingers 
into the older woman's pussy until the room was filled 
with the liquid sounds of sex. 

"Oh, yes…oh fuck yes," moaned Lila. Her hips surged off 
the bed, seeking out Lila's piercing fingers as she 
heaved about in orgasm. After a long sigh of 
completion, Lila pulled Amelia up and gave her another 
wet, deep kiss. "Fuck me now," she whispered urgently. 

Pressed mouth to mouth and breast to breast, Amelia 
guided her cock into Lila's steaming pussy. With one 
thrust she was buried to the hilt between Lila's smooth 
thighs. She moaned and Amelia began to pound into Lila 
with a passion. She brought her mouth down on Lila's 
and speared it with her tongue in time with her fuck 
strokes. 

Lila wrapped her legs around Amelia's slim waist and 
urged her onward. "That's it bitch, fuck the shit out 
of me…pound me harder."

Across the room Cathy and Patricia watched eagerly as 
their mistresses, for lack of a better term, fucked on 
relentlessly. Both women had their legs spread and 
their fingers flashed in and out of their pussies. They 
saw Lila begin to heave her hips up and down on the 
bed, nearly bouncing her lover into the air. 

"Now, fuck yeah, now," screamed Lila, and all four 
women came at the same time. Amelia shot streams of hot 
cum into her lover's hungry pussy, shuddering in 
ecstasy. Cathy and Patricia shuddered and leaned 
against the wall, their thighs quivering. 

After a moment of tender cuddling, Amelia and Lila 
flowed off the bed. With their arms about one another's 
waist, they made their way to the bathroom. Lila saw 
the two women lounging against the wall and said, "Do 
you two not have anything to do? Change the sheets on 
the bed while we shower. My girl here, makes quite a 
mess."

Cathy and Patricia happily rushed to oblige.

End

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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