Chapter 4

I was wide awake when the alarm went off, but I closed my eyes and feigned sleep. Jim shut it off after only one ring, rose immediately and went into the bathroom. I glanced at the clock, surprised to find it was only six. Lying in bed, listening to the sluicing sounds of his morning ablutions, I determined not to fix breakfast for him and to avoid any lengthy conversation, in view of the events of last night and my plan for the day's activities which had resulted therefrom.

He had arrived home at ten-fifteen, so utterly fatigued that he had greeted me with a pecking kiss and a perfunctory explanation of his tardiness. He undressed in two minutes and flopped into bed. Some ten minutes later, I had lain down beside him to find that he was already sound asleep. This was the first time in four years of marriage that he had failed to kiss me good night, and it had piqued into full awareness the fleeting doubt that had risen in my mind on his arrival when I thought I had detected a trace of perfume about him. I leaned over to kiss him lightly and caught the trace of another scent. . . Could it be? I sniffed at his nostrils and about his lips.

Through the lingering odor of a strange toilet soap, I recognized another essence, the unmistakable smell of a woman's pussy! Damn you! I had to clasp my hands to keep from slapping him. I wasn't angry that he'd put his nose into pussy ... I was furious he'd refused to do it for me, but had done it for her. HER? It had to be her. Quietly, so as not to disturb him, I rose and went to his clothes closet, taking his blue suit from the rack. I was right. A faint trace of jasmine still lingered about the left shoulder of his jacket. I remembered asking her last Wednesday night for the name of the distinctive new scent she was wearing. Joy! He had eaten pussy for Helen Conrad today!

Thankful I had not emptied the waste basket yet, I took it out to the den. Sorting out the pieces of the note I had torn up, I spread them on the desk top and put them together, binding them with Scotch tape. I placed the note in a book on the shelf, and went back to bed. The night was anything but restful, for I lay awake, summoning up images of the great experience I joyfully contemplated for the morrow.

Jim's kiss awakened me from a doze. "You rest this morning, honey. I'm catching the six-fifty." He shrugged into his jacket. "I forgot to tell you last night. I'm having lunch and spending the afternoon with Milt Hubbard. We have a shot at taking over his advertising, so I want to bone up on everything we have in the files." He leaned over and kissed me again. "Don't expect me till seven or so. We'll eat out tonight."

"Okay," I said sleepily. "Good-bye." The moment I heard his car pull out of the garage, I sat up and stretched. Early morning sunlight flooded the room. Ah! I breathed happily, what a lovely day this is going to be. I removed my nightgown and hung it in the closet, strutting naked into the den. Even my breasts seemed to jiggle with anticipatory joy. Taking the note from the pages of the book, I returned to the bedroom, enjoying the cool brush of morning air on my naked flesh. Sitting bedside, I picked up the phone and glanced at the clock. Goodness! I thought, it's only ten to seven. I replaced the receiver. I didn't want to appear too anxious. I stood up for a moment, then sat down again. I laughed as merrily as a young teen-ager ready for her first date, picked up the receiver and dialed. I am anxious for this, I said to myself; why try to hide it? The phone rang only once.

"Hello, Don?" My voice sounded soft and shaky. "Jan, darling. I knew it was you. I was lying here and thinking about you." "I didn't waken you?"

"I haven't slept all night, thinking about you. How soon can you get here?" "About nine, I think."

"If I'm not in the reception room, tell the girl you're Miss Goss from the model agency. Hurry, honey."

Smiling because of the ease with which the dreaded call had gone, I replaced the receiver. Damn! I had forgotten to ask for his address. I found it in the yellow pages and jotted it on the note paper.

In the shower, I soaped myself thoroughly, then douched, using only warm water. I wasn't sure how a girl prepared herself for a lover who was going down on her. No girdle. Panty hose, yes. A brassiere. A sheer slip. And my new double knit dress in a dark shade of lilac. I was ready to leave by a quarter to eight, and decided to drive. I wouldn't have to worry about suburban train schedules returning home.

Don was waiting for me when I opened the door. "Good morning," he said with a broad smile. "You must be Miss Goss from the model agency. I'm Don Ashby. Come in." He held the inner door for me, and turned to the young blonde receptionist. "Marcy, this is my day to paint. No phone calls. I'm out to everyone and can't be reached."

As we climbed the stairs, I said softly, "Thanks, Don."

"Jan, darling, there's nothing I won't do for you." The palm of his hand slid lightly up my buttocks, sending shivers up my spine. "My studio's on the third floor," he said, pointing up the stairway. "Have you ever been painted, Jan?"

"No," I replied, hoping he was not going to waste any time on that... at least, not today. "The studio's in here," he said, opening a door and standing back.

"Very nice." I glanced about quickly, noting the skylight, the window-wall, the kitchen appliances in the corner. I was disappointed he didn't lake me in his arms. Instead, he stood off to one side, regarding me gravely, his right hand stroking his beard. I gasped when I turned and saw the life-sized oil painting of Helen Conrad in the nude, hanging over the couch, lights glinting in her long red hair, the delicate pink of her aureoles and the lighter pink of her nipples. As my glance followed the flow of creamy flesh from her breasts down the planes of her belly to the mound of fluffy hair at her pubes, I had to admit that my Jim had had good cause to nose into that, whatever shrewd device she had used to nudge him into it.

"Well?"

I turned to face Don. "She's beautiful. .. it's lovely, Don. But.. . " He laughed. "We won't start anything like that today. Maybe a sketch or two, Jan." His glance went over me slowly, and excitedly. "I'm looking forward to going to work on you. Come, you can get ready in the bedroom." He opened a door and led me through the living room, to a door near the front windows. "Remove your clothes, Jan. You'll find a dressing gown in the closet."

Startled, I turned to look at him for a moment. I had expected him to neck a bit and then undress me himself. Had I misinterpreted his interest in me? Was I just another model with a body that intrigued his artistic instincts? There was only one artistry of his that interested me. With such thoughts in mind, I stepped into the dark room and the door clicked behind me. A soft pinkish light flooded the room. My God! Every foot of wall and ceiling space was nothing but mirrors, reflecting the great circular bed and its spotless nylon sheet, with no other furniture in the room. What a paradise for sexual activity! A mirrored panel in the corner of the wall to the right was turned in. I walked over and peered into the bathroom; it too was walled with mirrors. Back near the entrance door, another mirrored panel was turned in, revealing a deep closet. Undressing hurriedly, I hung my clothes in the closet, then flung myself on the bed. In the ceiling mirrors, I regarded the reflection of my nude body with quivering excitation, caressing my flesh with palms already moist. Raising my legs straight up from my hips, I spread them wide, watching the reflection of my tawny pussy, the short brown stretch of skin, and the dark, pink ring of my anus. With my fingertips, I spread the hairy lips of my cunt. Ooh! Don! Ooh! Somebody, come love me!

I hadn't heard the door open. I don't know how long he I had been standing there. My legs were still straight up, spread wide, when I chanced to look into the wall mirror, and saw his reflection framed between the vee of my thighs. A broad grin bared his white teeth, contrasting with the black of his chin beard. I lowered my legs slowly and a ruddy flush spread all over me.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" He approached the bed and stood looking down at me, his gaze traveling slowly from my face down to my feet.

"Yes," I said weakly, my left hand, unbidden, covering I my pubes before I consciously removed it. "I've never in my life seen anything like it."

"I gave you plenty of time to slip into the robe. I'm sorry I broke in on you."

58 Greg On What's the matter with him? Why doesn't he undress! He still wore his blue jacket, yellow turtle-neck sweater and gray plaid slacks. His brow was creased with frown lines. I thought there was a strange glint in his eyes.

"You didn't come here to pose, did you?"

Was he mad? A momentary shiver passed through me.

"Well, did you?"

I wondered what he'd do if I got up, told him to go hell, and put on my clothes. But one glance at his narrowed eyelids, and the stern lines in his tense face, convinced me not to try.

"Goddamn it! Answer me. Did you?"

"No." I was close to tears.

"Why did you come? Answer me."

"I wanted you to make love to me."

"Don't you get laid at home?"

Tears welled up in my eyes. "Yes."

"Then what do you want from me?"

I sat up, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Nothing, want to go home."

He knelt beside the bed. I thought he was about apologize. Instead, he leaned over to pick up something from the floor. Before I could scramble away from him, he had slipped a leather cuff around my right ankle, an snapped a lock.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" I lifted my leg The cuff was attached to a metal chain anchored to the be frame. "Goddamn you! Let me out of here or I'll scream.

He laughed scornfully. "Go ahead, scream. The room soundproofed. I'll scream with you."

He was either completely nuts, I thought, or he wants to make a deal of some kind. In either case, I decided to find out. "All right, Don," I said, staring him down, "what is it you want?"

"That's better." He grinned. "I want to know exactly why you came here today."

"Because your chin whiskers fascinated me." I grinned back at him. "I wanted to know how they'd feel in the crack of my ass."

"Fine. Now we're getting somewhere. You wanted me to go down on you." I nodded.

"And you were going to go down on me, were you?"

I couldn't conceal the shock in my eyes.

He chuckled. "That's what I thought." Removing his jacket, he hung it in the closet. I watched him undress, deliberately, carefully hanging each garment on a hanger. Finally, he removed his blue and white polka-dotted shorts. His back and buttocks were firm and muscular, his legs quite hairy. When he turned around, his cock was standing stiffly out from a thick patch of pubic hair, with thin black tendrils straggling up to his navel. The comparison popped unbidden into my mind: unlike Jim's, his prick was long and slender, probably an inch shorter, and the crown much smaller. But his scrotal sac was as large as an orange, and dangled far below the base of his cock as he stepped slowly back to the bed.

"You ever gone down on a man, lover baby?"

My gaze fastened on his cock and balls, I shook my head negatively.

"I'll love that pussy of yours after you've taken care of this. A deal?"

I said nothing, just stared at his genitals.

Holding his cock in his right hand, he put his left hand in back of my head, pulling it forward. "Kiss it, baby. It won't bite."

I turned my face and his cock slid past my mouth and alongside my left cheek. My nose was pressed into his pubic hair, and I sniffed again that strong, musky, male odor I had first smelled in Ed Bellmon's crotch the first time I'd had contact with male genitals. The urge to nuzzle into it rose strongly, but died instantly as Don's hand jerked my head. "Kiss it, damn you!" I pulled my head back. "Okay. If that's the way you want it." Grasping my right wrist, he reached down for another cuff, and locked it on my arm. Then, walking to the other side of the bed, he locked my left leg and my left wrist with cuffs. I lay spread-eagled on the bed, wriggling helplessly. With his knees on either side of my hips, he kneeled, facing me.

"Now, you little tease, I'm going to force-feed it to you." Leaning forward, his hard-on lay in the cleft of my breasts. With the palms of both hands pressing them together, he began pumping it in slow rhythmic motion. Pressing my chin downward, I tried to see the end of his prick ... I couldn't see it, but I could feel its wetness against my chin. I could see the flesh of my breasts covering his shaft, feel its pulsing warmth. I liked it!

"You ever had this done to you before?"

I looked up, but could see nothing but his hairy chest. "No."

"Anyone ever eaten your pussy before?" "No."

His hands came away from my breasts and he straightened up. He cocked his head to look at me questioningly. "You haven't been around much, have you: "No."

"Ever had it up the ass?" I shuddered.

"Do you want to eat it, or do you want me to shove it up your ass?"

I strained at each of the cuffs binding me, unable to believe this was happening to me. "I'll eat it. Let me out these things."

"Try it first, honey." He wriggled forward until his buttocks rested on my breasts. His hands dangled at hit sides, and his cock was inches above my mouth. In the ceiling mirror overhead, I watched myself with an odd fascination as my mouth opened and my head angled to catch the pink-capped end of his prick. My lips closed around it, and I tasted the drops of liquid dripping from the opening. I sucked at it, like a child with his first lollipop. What was it Jim had said? You don't learn the art by sucking on lollipops. Opening my mouth wide, I drew it in I deep, sucking at it vigorously until I gagged. Don drew back and I forced it out of my mouth.

"Damn it!" I exploded, "get these cuffs off me. I want to suck your balls dry."

Don roared with laughter. "That's my girl." He jumped out of bed, opened the locks of each cuff and flopped on his back. "Go after it, Jan, honey."

Kneeling on the bed, I said, "I've never done this before, but I want to learn. Tell me what to do, Don, please." He spread his legs. "Get down on your belly between my legs. Now, start at my knees, and nibble up the inside of my thigh." I followed his instructions. "No, no. Tongue,and kiss the skin like you're really enjoying it. There, that's the way. Now, you're up at my balls, nuzzle into the soft flesh there, then lap over and around the balls to the other side.

I Like that. Now, down the inside of that thigh to my knee.

Love that flesh. Make love to it with your tongue and lips.

Stiffen your tongue when you do. Now, back up to my balls, and around and around. Now, hold my cock with two fingers, just to steady it, and start licking up from the root of it. Stay on the underside of it. That's right. That's the sensitive part. At the ridge there, work on that part of it with your lips and tongue. Ooh! baby. Now you're on your own.

I went over and over and over the routine again and again, eliciting exclamatory sighs and moans, noting each time the part of his body that seemed to be most sensitive, I loved the smell of his crotch, sniffing in the thick hair, catching strands of hair in my teeth and drawing them up from the flesh. Oh, the joys I'd been missing all these years My lips closed over the swollen crown, now dripping with sweet dew. My tongue and lips were making love to this tender flesh, and I gulped great lengths of it into my greedy mouth, biting it tenderly, sucking, working it up and down, up and down. I had my fingers in the crack of his ass, feeling the pulsing of his prostate. My middle finger slid up and touched his anus, which twitched on contact.

Surprised, I pushed. The puckering string relaxed and then closed around the tip of my finger. His hips were rotating now, his hands were in my hair. Moaning sounds broke the quiet. Suddenly he tensed, then thrust his cock up into my mouth. I felt his asshole clamp around my finger, then great pulsing throbs in his prostate, up into his balls, and the rush of his semen against the pressure of my lips around his cock, then the geyser-like spurts up against the roof of my mouth and my throat.

It tasted warm and salt-sweet. It tasted good. It tasted so good that I was loath to let go of it, rolling it in my mouth as it shrunk, my tongue caressing it. Finally, I let it slip gently out of my mouth to lie, limp and flaccid, on the nest above his balls. Kissing them again I nuzzled a loving good-bye into the tender flesh of his thighs and crotch and moved up to lie beside him. "How did I do, Master?"

He put his arm around me, cupped my left breast and pulled my head to him. Then he roared with laughter. "No offense, my darling, but I think you're a born cocksucker." His lips closed over mine and his tongue thrust stiffly into my mouth. His fingertips moved lightly over my back, over my ass-cheeks, around to my belly and back up to my breast.

"Heh!" I said, holding back from him. "You scared the devil out of me at first. I thought you'd gone crazy, putting those cuffs on me. I felt like a nut tied up in a crack house."

"You've never heard of 'bondage'?"

"What's that?"

He raised up on an elbow, frowned as he studied me. "My God! Your sex education has been neglected. The only thing you've actually experienced up till now has been intercourse, right?"

"Yes." I tugged lightly at his chin whiskers. "That's all I'd ever have known if it hadn't been for these."

"You're going to get them in a minute. You've earned the full treatment, honey. About those cuffs. Haven't you heard that some people like to be hurt before they have an orgasm?"

"Yes."

"And some people like to be tied up during sexual play?" "No."

"Tell me honestly, Jan, would you have gone down on me if I hadn't tied you up at first?" "Maybe. I can't really say."

"I figured you had no experience with off-beat sex-I don't know how I guessed that. And I thought it would take something unusual to get you started right. Sex should be thoroughly understood in all of its aspects, and enjoyed in all its variations with intelligence and enthusiastic appreciation. No phase of it should be entered into out of idle curiosity, or to pass an otherwise empty hour. Do I make myself clear? " "Perfectly." I kissed the fingers of the hand that was caressing my breast.

"The minute I met you, Jan, I felt the spark of a deep-seated sex drive in you, a desire to explore, and to broaden your enjoyment of sex. Maybe I'm a bit psychic . . . anyway, you're here, and I'm delighted. Now you lie back and relax. I'm going into the bathroom for a minute. When I return, you be ready for sensory delights you could never even imagine: And that's a promise."

In his absence, I lay staring at my reflection in the mirror, awakening every nerve in my body to a tingling anticipation of the joyous delights to come. I was so happy it was Don who would initiate me into all these erotic pleasures. How narrow had been the horizons of sexual pleasure which had been delineated by Jim's and my own tenuous experience. And I was glad now, on reflection, that Helen Conrad had been the first to induce Jim to eat pussy ... I only hoped her instruction had been as masterful as Don's in teaching me to suck cock. Mmm! I had enjoyed that. I hoped I would have another lick at it before the day's end. And I felt sure I thoroughly grasped the purpose and the advantages of swapping . . . despite my experience with poor pimple-prick Freddie. Maybe I should have taken his little pecker up my rectum, but even his was considerably larger than my middle finger. I had never thought of the anus as a source of sexual pleasure, yet I had been astonished at the twitching response I had felt there with Don during his orgasm. I wondered how it would feel... would it hurt? I must ask Don. I wanted to experience every sensual joy that erotic artistry could offer.

Don lay down beside me. "Jan, honey, I hope you're ready for this."

I kissed his eyelids and his ears. "I've been wanting this for years, waiting. I'm waiting now. Love me, Don, kiss me all over. Make me come like I've never come before."

Raising up on his elbow, he held my chin between his thumb and his forefinger, and smiled. "You're an apt pupil, honey. Pay attention to everything I do, and the way I do it. You should use the same technique the next time you go down on a man."

"Can I do it to you right after?"

He laughed. "We'll see."

His lips were gentle as those of a baby rabbit, nibbling at my earlobes, my eyelids, my cheeks, down the side of my throat, out onto my shoulders, then to my armpit. His tongue, now a stiff wet brush, works in tiny circles down the muscle at the outside of my breast, leaving a trail of fiery excitation. In the mirror overhead, I watch his every move, mentally noting the sensitive areas his loving tongue and lips explore, yet still consciously aware of the sensual delights which they excite. I didn't know there were so many areas of my body so susceptible of pleasant stimulation. At his gentle urging, I roll over on my stomach, and feel the brush of his beard and his tongue and lips up and down my back, down into my sacral dimples, around and around, and onto my buttocks, muscles quivering as his teeth bite gently, then down my legs all the way, even tickling the soles of my feet. My nerves and flesh have never been so alive, vibrant, tingling. At the touch of his fingertips, I roll onto my back, and his lips are nibbling his love around the aureoles of my breasts and nipples, suckling them, mouthing, sucking down into my belly, lingering around and about my navel.

Spasms of delight shiver across the flatness of my belly. He lies between my spread legs now, his lips loving the flesh of my thighs, up from the knees and I watch in the mirror the thrust of my mound upwards as his mouth tantalizes my cuntal lips with light caressing kisses. Bending my knees, I plant the soles of my feet on the bed, close to my buttocks and observe the mirrored reflection of his dark head as it works down the inside of my thighs. I feel his lips nibbling into the sides of my cunt and the brush of his beard on the tender flesh below. His hands are under my ass-cheeks, his thumbs gentle in the hair of my crack, circling my twitching anus. I raise my legs straight up as his nose nuzzles into my slit. His tongue is laving the inside of my vulval lips, and at last, his beard touches with a feathery lightness the sensitive skin below.

My sphincter is in spasms as his beard brushes across my rectum. Ooh! Every sensual delight I have been imagining surges through every perineal nerve. "Ooh, my darling!" I whisper, "I love it, I love it." I feel his thumb wetting itself in the lower lips of my vagina, then sliding back "to my anus, pressuring the ring, urging, urging, and suddenly, I feel his thick thumb enter, slide up into my rectum to its root, rubbing the walls in stimulating massage. I think how good that feels, as I consciously clamp my sphincter tightly around it. The bridge of his nose pressure! my clitoris as his tongue and lips work with loving caresses on the inside of my cunt. My legs drop over his back and I pull my slit up into his face. I am on fire. All over. Every nerve alive. Currents of joy are flowing through me, building a fierce tension, mounting until I can bear it no longer. Clamping his head with my thighs, I stop rolling my ass for a moment and feel his mouth like a great vacuum in my open cunt. Then I lose myself in a wild torrent of joyful release.

When I open my eyes, Don is lying on his back beside me.

"Kneel over me, honey. I want to get the last drops."

Kneeling over him, I look down into his smiling face, lean over to kiss his lips, savoring the sweet taste and aroma of my juices, a filmy wetness about his mouth. Then I lower my slit over his opened mouth. In the wall mirror, I watch myself as I move gently back and forth, guided by his tongue, lips, and his suckling, feeling the surge of tingling delights that rise through belly muscles up into ray breasts and nipples. His palms are gripping my ass-cheeks, pulling me down onto his face, guiding and directing my every move. I feel the currents flowing again, rebuilding and I find myself in the tense grip of another orgasmic prelude. Then I explode again in a burst of furious joy.

We lie quietly for some time, my head cradled on hi shoulder, my hand idly trailing over his hairy chest and belly, down to his genitals. His prick is stiff and straight! my hand, and I giggle. "Honey, he's ready. Shall I eat him again?"

"Maybe later, baby. Right now, let's try something else I bet you've never done."

"Like what?"

"On your feet, baby." Rising, I stepped into his opened arms, and we kissed. His hands went under my buttocks, lifting me up. "Put your legs around my hips," he said. "Now, put it in."

Holding my ass away from him, I wet the head of his cock in my pussy, then guided it in, settling down on it gently.

"You ever been laid like this?" "No. It's fun, though."

I watched our reflection in the wall mirrors, as he carried me about, his cock working up in me with each step. He stopped a few feet from the wall, turned his back to the mirror, then placing his hands under the small of my back, he suggested I lean backwards. "Look in the mirror." I leaned my head to the right, as Don spread his legs and bent over me. "What do you see?"

I giggled. "Your balls dangling. And your asshole."

He pulled me back up. "How do you like this?"

"Fine. When I bent back, I felt your cock touch parts of my insides that I never knew I had."

He carried me back to the bed, still impaled on his prick. "Do you want me to come like this?"

I hesitated. "Don. You had your thumb in my rectum before, didn't you?"

"Yes. Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"So?"

"I was wondering ..." "Want to try it?" "Will it hurt?" "No. If it hurts, I'll stop." "I want to try it."

Lifting me up, he set me down on the bed. "Just a minute." He went into the bathroom and returned shortly. I "Kneel on the floor, Jan, and bend over on the bed. Spread your legs." I felt his fingers massaging around my rectum "What's that, Vaseline?" "Yes. Now, honey, just relax."

He was kneeling between my legs and I felt his hand guiding his cock up to my anus, which tightened at the first contact. "Relax, honey. It won't hurt." I felt the pressure of the swollen crown, pushing, pressing, then suddenly felt the big thing slide in.

"Oh!" I gasped.

He held perfectly still. "Are you all right, Jan, honey?' Sweat broke out on my forehead. I bit into the sheet "Oh! Oh! Don. I don't think I can take it."

"Don't move, honey. Relax."

"I'm afraid I'm split down there."

"No, no. Everything's all right. Relax now."

I felt his cock move slowly up into my rectum and the pain subsided. And now, his belly presses against my buttocks, spreading them as his stiff prick fills my cavity with a throbbing liveliness. I feel his hairy chest on the tender skin of my back, and his fingers massaging my lower belly.

"Is that better?"

"Yes." His fingers are working deftly in my cunt separating the lips, gently titivating my clitoris while the crown of his cock swells and throbs within me. I move my ass back against his belly, tighten my sphincter around his hard flesh. It feels strange, but it's beginning to feel good, want to kiss him, but his lips are busily nibbling on my back. I reach down to clasp his hand and bring it to my lips leaving the other to trace circles of maddening delight around my joybud. My face pressed into the sheet, I reach back with both hands to feel his ass-cheeks, and thrill to the working of their muscles. His withdrawal stroke sends little shivers of joy through me, and as the bulbous head reached within an inch of the opening, I clamp it tightly in my sphincteral grasp.

"You learn fast, honey. That's the way. How do you like this?"

"Fine. Oh, Don! I love everything you've done to me today. Give it to me, darling. Shove it up my ass. Good!"

My God! Was this me talking? I had never used those words before. Somehow, they seemed the only appropriate words. They added to the erotic delights of this most bizarre performance. By the third or fourth thrust of Don's prick, I had already learned to synchronize the use of my sphincter at the top and the bottom of his movement. His strokes have become more forceful and I enjoy the sound and the feel of his belly slamming into my ass, faster now, faster and faster. I feel myself on the verge of a climax, and suddenly we both moan in ecstasy as my cunt weeps into the palm of his hand and his semen spurts into me. Then the hard swollen mass within me shrinks and I feel its soft pulpiness withdraw to a plopping exit.

"Now we shower quickly, honey," Don said, picking me up in his arms. In the bathroom, he sits on the stool, and pulls me down in his lap, facing him, my legs outside of his thighs. "Damn! Darling, you're wonderful. I wouldn't believe anyone could be so marvelous the first time."

"Thank you, Don, for everything. I've loved every minute."

"Now how do you like swapping?"

"I haven't lived until today. Intercourse has been wonderful, but I had no idea there was so much fun to be had from sex." His tongue was making wet circles around my nipples. "Careful, darling, you'll get me hot again and we have to shower, first. But first, ahead of that, you'll have to get up. I have to pee."

"Go ahead and pee." "On you?"

"Yes, I like it."

"I don't know . . . I've got a full bladder." "Please, I love it."

Snuggling close to him, I started the flow, felt it splash, warm and tingling off his pubes onto my lower belly, then trickle down my thighs and into the toilet. All the while, Don was passionately sucking at my nipples. Another strange delight, I thought. If someone had told me about such things, I should have probably turned away in disgust. Yet, here I was actually doing them, and finding them deeply thrilling and delightful.

We showered together, finding childish joy in soaping each other's sexual parts. I noted the soap had the same fragrance I had detected on Jim last night. So, he had had his indoctrination course in this same laboratory!

I fixed grilled cheese sandwiches and hot tea for a quick lunch, finding another thrill eating this snack with a man in the nude.

I was surprised to learn that it was only half past one. With so many new and fascinating experiences, I had thought it well into the late afternoon. We went back to bed and I spent the next hour giving Don a thorough tongue bath, following his minute directions as to sensitive areas, and the proper use of tongue and lips, ending up by earnestly and joyously kissing and mouthing and loving his cock, thinking, as his tremendous flow of semen spurted into my thirsting mouth, that I already matched Lydia Nelson's enjoyment of this activity, if not her ability.

We ended my first session of instruction in the artistry of off-beat sex, by Don's repetition of his dexterity in cunnilingus. All in all, this had been the most exhausting, but by far the most exciting and delightful, day of my life.

At four-ten, I passed through the reception room downstairs, nodding good-bye to the blonde Marcy. I thought her smile unusually friendly and quite knowing. Undoubtedly, she too knew the thrills awaiting for any girl who spent time in the sex-room of mirrors. I wondered if she too liked it up the ass.

I didn't get away from Milt Hubbard's plant until five-thirty. Milt drove me downtown to the suburban station on Randolph Street, and I just made the six-ten special. The day was so filled with conferences, and meeting his executive personnel, going over the company's product lines, and advertising budgets, that I had had no chance to call Jan. I had so much to tell her, that I was looking forward to a good steak dinner, having a drink or two, then home to bed for fun and frolic. On arrival home at seven, I was surprised to find the house dark. There was a light on in the bedroom. I found her already in bed, sound asleep. Leaning over, I kissed her lightly on the lips. Her eyes opened and she yawned.

"Hi, Jim."

"Hi, hon. I thought you'd be already, dressed and rarin' to go. Don't you feel well, dear?"

"I've had a headache all afternoon. Have you had dinner?"

"No. I thought we'd eat out tonight."

"You go. If you don't mind, I'd like to sleep."

"Okay." I leaned over and kissed her eyelids closed. "Good night, darling." She was snoring lightly by the time I reached the door into the hallway. Out in the kitchen, I made myself an omelet and a cup of tea. Damn it! I thought, she would have a headache tonight, the first one I could remember in two years or more. And I'd had such big plans. I knew she'd be thrilled when I told her of the possibilities in the Hubbard account. After a good dinner, a couple of drinks, we would return home in a festive mood. I had planned to give in to her request for a little variation in our sex activities tonight. I had worked it all out so carefully so as not to go too far the first time, nor let her know how much I had learned of the art and the joy of eating pussy. I put the dishes in the sink, turned out the kitchen light.

Standing beside the bed, I looked down at her, sleeping peacefully, her face so relaxed, her lips parted in a joyful smile.

She looks like an angel, I thought.