Together

Together by Amy Brett

I almost dropped the phone back into its cradle and actually ran to the bedroom. My heart was almost to leap from my chest with excitement rather than the minor, unusual exercise.

Quickly, I stripped out of my jeans, shirt, underwear, and socks. Though I'd done it numerous times, it took longer to find the proper opening in the tiny silky panties so I could pull them up into place. Equally, it took a minute to fasten the bra in front of my stomach, turn it around to the back, put my arms into the straps, and nestle my expensive breasts into the C cups. I'd shaved everything so when I moved my hands across the full cups, down my stomach, across the panties, and down my legs, I felt nothing but smooth skin.

It was a totally sensual experience to put on the thigh high stockings one at a time, their tops gently hugging my thighs. The white city pumps took another finger shaking moment to buckle on the outside of each anklebone.

The very short black skirt took a little longer than necessary because, in spite of everything I'd done, it had picked up lint and required brushing before I could step into it, pull it around my waist, and zip up the back zipper. As I pulled the peasant blouse off the hanger, I felt the time pressure. He'd said 10 or 15 minutes. How long had it been? I quickly pulled the blouse over my head and mentally debated whether to tuck it into the skirt or leave it loose. Tuck? Loose? Mmmmm. Fuck it.

I charged to the bathroom as quickly as I could on the 3 inch heels, grabbed the mascara for relatively slow careful strokes on my eyelashes, the eyebrow pencil for several quick strokes, and the lipstick for more cautious coloring. He'd demanded the makeup or I might not have done that. I really didn't think it helped.

Feeling the time pressure even more strongly, I turned the perfume bottle onto my finger and touched the cool liquid behind each ear and into the top of the blouse before grinning to myself and touching some to the inside of each thigh. I'd heard that it could melt stockings so refrained from putting it on the more traditional backs of my knees.

Moving as quickly as I could, I went back to the bedroom and found the very pretty long brown haired wig that exactly matched my own hair color. I wished again that I'd gotten some earrings but I hadn't so there was nothing to do for that. At least I had my necklace. Frowning, I took off my watch, glancing at the time. Maybe 10 minutes. God! I couldn't do the simple math. Damn! My heart was absolutely thudding in my chest. When had I ever been this nervous? Maybe never.

I looked into the mirror and saw the woman I'd seen before there. She wasn't a beautiful woman but she looked decent. Where her face wasn't anyone's dream girl, I wondered if it was just my perspective or if it was true, as some had told me, that the reflected woman's body was really very sexy.

Long thin soft arms. Equally long slim but nicely shaped legs. Small hips and decent butt. Not a Barbie doll waist but noticeably smaller than the hips and chest. Nice rise of breasts under the thin blouse. Nice neck. Pretty false hair. At least, I thought, I'd made the best of what I had as every woman in the world tries, at least on special occasions, to do.

And this was certainly a special occasion.

I walked through the house, flicking on the porch light on my way by, and into the kitchen where I sat down and demurely crossed my silky legs before looking out the window toward the curb.

Last night on the internet chat channel he'd said, "I'm going to be there for some meetings in the morning. Then I have to go to lunch with the clients and some more meetings in the afternoon. I'm hoping that I'll be done by 4 or 5 but I'm not sure at all."

"Will you call me when you're done?" I'd asked.

"I promise. The very second I get free I'll call you."

I'd like to say that I took it in stride that day but I didn't. I'd spent the entire day wondering if it would happen or doing things. Cleaning house. Something I hate to do. Bathing. Shaving. Finding everything and putting it exactly where I wanted it and could find it quickly and easily. Pacing. Drinking coffee.

Christ, I was a nervous wreck.

Ok blame it on long anticipation.

I met "YourGuy" on the chat channel that I often frequented. The first time I talked to him, we laughed and talked about all of our likes and dislikes and made fun of others on the channel. I just enjoyed him and he seemed to enjoy me which, of course fed on itself.

The second time we talked, he had me dressed in my sexiest clothes, fantasizing our way through my orgasm (certainly) and what he told me was his. You never can know that for sure since people aren't constrained by the truth in a chat channel. Looking back on it, I'm pretty sure he did because he didn't lie to me when I could verify it later.

We did that several times over a few weeks.

Then I got my webcam. That's a small device that hooks to the computer and allows you, I thought at first, to take pictures directly to the computer without the possibly embarrassing middle steps of film development and scanning. So I dressed up and took pictures of myself and passed them out to some of my chat friends. YourGuy was high on the list, of course. He loved them and made it worth it for me during that night's orgasm.

Another few weeks and another guy on the channel told me about using the webcam as a direct video link and, though he didn't have a camera, talked me into having myself on camera while we talked. I won't try to tell you I was a good girl because, in fact, I showed everything and let him watch. He actually called me a slut which was probably appropriate.

Over the next couple of weeks, I explored the programs involved in the direct video experience with varying degrees of success. Really, the only one that was good was the one on one conference program I'd tried first.

It didn't take long before YourGuy and I were sharing the experience after I talked him into getting the program off the internet.

Two weeks after our first experience, I'd dug out a microphone that had been in a box for more than a year and, a week later, he'd done the same. There was something much more immediate and personal about doing it by simply talking.

Then, one night, his video image appeared on the screen next to mine and I could watch him stroke his long narrow cock while he brought me to orgasm. I couldn't believe how much body hair he had.

This probably sounds quite kinky and disgusting to some. But what it was, was very loving and enjoyable. In a lot of ways, it was very much like one of those extended calls between lovers where you talk of your hopes and dreams and the sexual culmination you both want. If you're lucky, you've had one of those conversations. And sometimes they are more rewarding than a conversation in person which might be far less productive because other imperatives take over the moment.

Always among our talks was a fervent wish that some way, some day, we could get together. His announcement the night before had been the answer to that long expressed wish for both of us.

I'd given up, I think. It was like a Christmas promise that was simply too good to be true and, no matter what, could never live up to the anticipation. This, by six o'clock, was like the promise made that couldn't be fulfilled at all. That never would be fulfilled.

Maybe, sitting there watching the end of the national news, that was why I almost jumped out of my skin when the phone rang and why my heart was still beating like a triphammer as I waited.

When the car pulled up in front of the house and the light turned off, the overhead light came on, and then turned off again as the car door closed, I suppose my face might have looked like I'd just seen Santa in the flesh. I started to get up and couldn't. My limbs felt like the bones had melted. For a second, I was glad I hadn't gotten to my feet before ... God, what was I doing. I'm not 10 years old.

My legs still shook as I walked to the front door and opened it. My smile was probably forced and pretty sick looking but yours wasn't. Yours was full and honest and complete. You stood there for several long heartbeats before jerking the screen door open and stepping into the house.

"Hi," I said weakly, looking up at you. With a step, your arms went around me, hugged me tight to the point that I wondered about broken ribs, and you literally lifted me from my feet. I could only laugh, my hands on the front of your hard chest.

Only then did I really appreciate our size differences. At 5-7 and about 130 pounds, I'm not tiny or petite but in comparison to your 6 foot frame and 200 pounds I felt that way. The rumble of your moan against the side of my neck reflected the depth of your thick powerful chest.

"Let me see," he said, settling me back onto my own weak legs and holding me at arm length. His eyes moved up and down me. "You are as beautiful as I knew you'd be."

"No," I laughed, flattered in spite of myself, "I'm not beautiful but I hope I'm okay."

"Oh much more than that." He chuckled with that deeply imbedded masculine voice. "Okay. Then I'll say pretty and very very feminine."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "Come the rest of the way in. Do you need to get anything from the car?"

"No not right now anyway." Finally he took his hands away from my sides where they had been. He took another step and watched me shut and lock the front door before snapping off the porch light. Walking past him, I couldn't figure out what to do with my hands. I clasped them behind my back.

"Would you like something to drink? I have most everything I think."

"Have a beer? I'd take a beer." I nodded and started to go get it and one for myself. Maybe that would help to calm my nerves. "Wait," he said as I took that first step. "I've been waiting for this for a long time. Come here."

Now my fear was even greater in spite of the broad smile on his lips. He held out his arms and I noticed he was still wearing his jacket that I hadn't even asked to take care of. Slightly distracted by that thought, I took a step toward him and he enfolded me in his arms, one hand in the small of my back and the other at the back of my neck, trapping my arms at my sides. His head turned and his came down on mine softly. My legs, already wobbly with the anticipation, almost turned to Jello.

Maybe he sensed it because his arms tightened around me and held me up as I shut my eyes and sank into the chaste kiss. Then it was more as his head moved and his lips became more demanding. Needing it, I pulled my left arm out of his grasp and put it on his shoulder. The jacket was cold from outside.

The intensity of the kiss increased, his lips moving as I got my other arm free and put it behind his neck. I gasped with pure pleasure and he took advantage of it to move his tongue between my lips. My entire attention was on the soft moist touches of his tongue and the way he moved his head up quickly then slowly down, up and down, forcing my head back and to the side more.

He broke the kiss but held me, my eyes having difficulty finding focus but finally seeing his smile and glistening eyes from just a couple inches. Putting his chin over my shoulder and hugging me tight, he spoke in a sigh.

"I've waited for this for so long. Since the first time we talked. Holding you like this." I returned his hug and, though I didn't think I could conceivably say anything, returned the sentiment. It was wonderful.

He kissed my neck through the long hair and, I knew, breathed in the light perfume.

"You are just like I thought you would be. So soft and feminine. You ... smell wonderful. Your taste. Small in my arms." His hand in the small of my back stroked me.

"Do you still want that beer," I gasped through the catches in my throat.

"I'd better or I'll cum right now," he said and chuckled before loosening his hold on me just enough to make sure I wasn't going to collapse. I was glad he did since I wondered myself. I slid my hands down his shoulders and felt his powerful biceps even through the coat.

"Can I take ... your coat," I mumbled.

"No. Is that the coat closet?" he asked, releasing me and looking toward it.

"Yes." I just stood there and watched as he shrugged out of the coat and turned to the closet to hang it up. Broad shoulders. Well defined chest muscles. Flexing biceps even for this simple exercise. Powerful forearms. All partially covered by a short sleeved polo shirt and large amounts of arm hair. I knew the shirt covered still more. Only as he turned back toward me and shut the door did I realize I was standing there staring. I quickly turned to get the beer and felt him following me to the kitchen.

Quickly I bent at the waist and took two beers out of a lower rack in the refrigerator and heard him chuckle again.

"Great view," he said. "Love that short skirt and the stockings." I actually blushed and handed him the beer. His hand enfolded it as he popped the top and tossed it back. I was pretty sure only about half of it was left as he sat it on the counter. "Want a glass?"

Another strange dislocation overtook me. Normally I would have put the beer can in a holder and drank from the can directly. Now, a glass seemed much more appropriate. Feminine. I nodded. Realizing he wouldn't know where the glasses were, I went to the cupboard and got one. Once again, when I turned, he was smiling at me as his eyes scanned up from the hem of the skirt where he'd been looking. I grinned nervously at him.

"The computer just doesn't do justice to how beautiful your legs are and there's no way it could show that cute little butt," he chuckled. I chuckled back.

"Want to sit out here or in the living room?" I asked.

"Where would you normally sit?"

"In here. I hardly ever go in the living room. Just the computer room and here. And bed."

"Show me," he said. I shrugged and sat the can down after partially filling the glass. I took it with me.

Leading the way and feeling his eyes on the way my butt moved as I walked in the heels, we went into the computer room.

"Looks familiar," he said. He had seen it through the webcam and I understood what he meant. "Set up pretty nice." I led the way back to the living room and gestured. He just chuckled again. Then into the hallway.

"The regular bathroom is here. Maybe you saw the little one off my computer room." He nodded as he looked in. It still smelled pretty strongly of my perfume and the moisture of my shower. I switched off the light and led into my bedroom. His arm slid under mine from behind, pulling me tight back against him as we looked at the bed.

"Going to let me share it with you?" he asked softly into my ear.

"We'll see," I said and giggled like a teenager.

"The rest of your clothes in here?"

"No. The other one."

He let me go as I flicked off the bedroom light and moved around him to lead the way to the guest room. Turning that light on, I watched him move to the closet where he looked through the clothes hanging there.

"Love this red dress," he said, showing me. I nodded. I'd remember. I watched him move to the chest of drawers, opening each drawer and looking at a sampling from each. Finding the nightgowns, he pulled out a tiny black one and held it up toward me. "Tonight?" I nodded again and he dropped it onto the bed. In the dresser, he held up panties and bras with no comment but smiling all the time. I just stood there with my arms crossed under my breasts, shifting a little nervously, leaning against the doorjamb.

As he finally shut the last drawer and moved toward me, I turned and walked back toward the kitchen. There, I sat down carefully, smoothing the skirt down behind and crossing my legs. He took the other chair after grabbing a second beer from the refrigerator and tossing his empty in the garbage can. He sprawled (the only word I can think of) in the chair next to me, his legs spread and slumping a little.

"You are so fucking hot," he said as I noticed his tan pants were bulging from between his legs and up onto the upper part of his pocket in a curved line. I nervously finished the glass of beer and poured the remaining half glass from the can. He took another hefty draught from his can, staring at my stocking covered legs. "I just can't believe those legs."

Pointed out that way, I uncrossed them, tried ineffectively to tug down my short skirt, and re-crossed them the other way.

"Have you eaten?" I asked, suddenly thinking of it.

"No but I'm almost ready to now," he chuckled, looking at my legs. "Seriously, let me get a pizza a little later. Okay?" I nodded agreement.

We sat there studying each other for another few long minutes. His eyes sparkled and smile never left his lips as he looked me up and down. The way he looked at me made me squirm in the chair, shift, cross and re-cross my legs, try to find a place for my hands.

"Do you remember what you said you wanted to do first if we ever got together?" he asked finally. I did and nodded. "I can't wait much longer."

I nodded again and felt the excitement of promised sexual activities rage through me. I watched him unbuckle his belt.

"Do you want to do it?" he asked and I knew I did. More than anything I could think of. "Then come here."

I stood up and took a very deep breath. I took the step between us and put my hands on the arms of the chair he was sitting in and leaned down to kiss his lips. They softened as my tongue traced their shape, sighing.

Slowly I lowered myself to my knees between his and untied his right shoe. He kicked it off as I untied the other to help take it off. They must have been size 12, I thought. Almost twice the size of mine. Now I could see the shape below his spread legs even better through the pants. He was smiling at me again as I reached for the fastener at his waist and then the zipper, lowering it quickly. He arched up to let me pull them from under him.

I sat back on my heels and pulled them down his legs and then off over one foot. He helped by lifting his feet as I got them all the way off to leave them laying there on the floor. Somehow I thought it was rather funny that he was wearing red Jockey shorts with that bulge in them, his leg hair thick from the tops of his white athletic socks to where it disappeared into the underpants. My hands moved up the insides of his comparatively massive thighs through the seemingly almost neatly brushed body hair.

My hand, looking so small, rubbed the front of the red underpants and felt the shape through them.

"You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said softly.

"I know. I want to," I answered. I'd thought about it a lot and I really did want to. I wanted to see it and study it and taste it. I really wanted to. I just hoped that I wasn't too inexperienced to make it enjoyable for him.

Now it was his turn to be nervous as I moved my hands to the waistband and urged them downward. The muscles of his legs vibrated as he lifted enough for me to pull the Jockey's out from under him. It made the bulge in the front curve more (painfully?) in the front. As slowly as I could make myself, I lifted the front of the waistband and moved it over the bulge. He brought his knees against my sides to allow me to pull them down.

The first thing I saw was part of the almost purple head of it that I'd thought would be at least partially covered with his uncut foreskin. Below it, was a very notably swelled vein. Unable to hold back, I pulled the underpants down onto his thighs and moved back enough that I could get them off over his knees and then down to where he could step out of one leghole. My hands went back up the inside of his thighs, spreading them as I looked at him down there.

"Oh yes," I moaned as I really got to see it, all of it, as it jumped off his stomach.

Clad in a thick black thatch of pubic hair, it rose in a curve. Below and between his spread legs, his testicles were very near the size of golf balls in their hairy bag. My fingers touched the bag and it jumped upward in reaction. There was even hair between his legs and down to the dark cleft below.

Only with the perspective added by my fingers lifting the hard shaft could I really tell that it was a small amount over an inch across at the base. As my fingers circled it, I could tell that it wasn't massively thick as I'd feared it might be, my thumb and middle finger overlapping one joint. But lifted this way, it was intimidating. As my other hand lifted his balls, I moved the fingers around him to take the thing into my hand. Surrounding it that way, there was as much standing out above as there was surrounded by my fingers.

The skin moved a little in spite of its hardness and I thought that must be because of the loose foreskin. Even standing up in my hand that way, it curved away from me. He moaned as my hand moved up it, pulling it down to where I could see the head better.

The shaft thickened slightly below the head, narrowed below the hood, and then flared radically in the classic shape. Raising myself further on my knees to look more down on it, I could see the large hole at the mountaintop-like tip and the honeydrop mass of pre-cum poised on the opening. He gasped loudly as I licked the drop off the tip and tasted it deliberately before looking up into his eyes and smiling. It tasted sweet and just slightly sticky.

Savoring the moment, I watched his eyes and opened mouth as I used my tongue to explore the textured head from one side to the other and from below to the tip. It jerked and leapt in my hand though I held it steady.

"God, you're going to make me cum," he said with a gasp.

"I know," I whispered, hearing the blood surging through my ears more than anything else but his heavy breathing in the silent room. That said, I put my lips over the tip and sucked lightly, getting the remaining pre-cum and savoring it for a second as I licked at the little hole. I didn't know how much I could do with this wonderful tool and was absolutely sure I couldn't possibly take it all. But I'd thought about trying a lot.

Opening my mouth further, I took the entire head into my lips and sucked harder, my hands busy on his remaining shaft and his heavy balls.

I'd told him that I would try everything but that he couldn't hold my head, that it would scare me if he did. I didn't want to suffocate. But now his hands hovered at the sides of my head, shaking as if with a palsy. One went to my shoulder and squeezed maybe a little harder than was strictly comfortable while the other stroked the side of my hair across my ear.

Wanting to see what I could do, I sucked and took more of it into my mouth until it hit the top of my mouth more than halfway in. I realized I didn't even have a decent proportion of his length in my mouth and both pulled it toward me more and changed the angle of my mouth. This time, the head hit the back of my mouth and still my hand could moved up and down the remaining shaft as much as the relatively slack skin would allow.

"Uh uh uh," he moaned, his head thrown back.

I hadn't left the head at the back of my mouth that way, feeling the gag reflex almost immediately, but took it back to my lips, sucking harder and stroking more with my hand as I licked.

I knew about deep-throating, of course, but didn't have the foggiest idea if I could do that. More, I knew that whatever I did couldn't take all of his considerable length. But I wanted to try once.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my throat purposely and dove down onto the shaft. I was surprised that it went into my throat easily. But what surprised me more was his reaction as he vibrated all over and let out a loud moan that bordered on a sort of low scream. I'd guess I'd succeeded in taking maybe half of his considerable length but now I knew I could do at least that much and began a slow repeat from the head in my lips to the thing buried as far as I thought I could comfortably. In fact, I was taking it except for what I held in my hand and I thought that was probably at least six inches. Maybe eight.

For some reason, it made me very happy that I could do this and was having a lot of pure fun moving up and down on it and hearing him moan and watching him squirm with the feelings it produced in his body.

"Oh oh oh I'm ... uhhhhhh," he groaned out and, knowing what was happening, I held it at my lips and stroked the remainder quickly. Knowing that he was going to come just didn't prepare me. A huge glob of cum blasted into my mouth that, for the first time, gagged me and instantly closed my throat in reaction. I didn't move my mouth but the second blast of cum filled my mouth to overflowing and forced itself out around the head. The third and forth just added to the mess that was flowing down my chin and his length to lubricate the skin in my hand.

Finally, my natural reactions allowed me to swallow the mass in my mouth and to feel his hand crushing my shoulder, his other hand gently at the back of my neck.

"Oh god," he moaned as he let loose with another smaller glob that I swallowed easily. "Ohhhh." He was mellowing out of the climax I was happy to hear. Taking my mouth away, I stroked him, milked him, and watched more cum swell on the tip of it. I licked it off and he cringed with the intensity of nerves exposed there. I continued to stroke as I looked up at his face again and watched him struggle with focusing his eyes on me.

"Oh god, sweetheart. I never felt anything in the world like that. Ohhh, man."

In a way, he looked sort of funny sitting there in his white socks and polo shirt as his softened dick lay against his leg. Now he sipped at the beer, completely comfortable with his semi-nakedness and satisfied with what I'd done to him a few minutes before.

In contrast, I sat in another chair, fully dressed in my skirt and blouse, my legs demurely crossed and hiding my temporarily suppressed hardness held between my legs by the tight panties. My hand shook slightly as I finished the beer in my glass. Mouth dry in spite of what it had contained a moment before, I was very thirsty and went to the refrigerator for two more beers.

Already, I'd given him a handful of tissues that he'd used to clean himself up as I used one on my chin.

Considering the situation, it was more than a little bazaar that we talked about his trip and what he'd been doing during the day as we casually drank the beers. The easy conversation was peppered with his flattering comments about my house and the town. My second, his third, beers went more quickly than the others. Somehow I needed mine worse and drank it with more abandon.

At the same time, my mind was absolutely reeling with the possibilities of what might happen between us during the next few hours. The only possibility I didn't like was that, satisfied and tired after a long work and travel day, he'd simply be ready for bed.

I wasn't sure that wouldn't be exactly what would happen when he tossed his beer can in the garbage, leaned over and pulled his socks off (hairy feet and toes too, I noticed), and pulled the polo shirt off over his head. The triangle of hair on his thick chest stretched from shoulder to shoulder and down between muscular chest muscles capped with darker male areolas and little, hard nipples. Only his moderately enlarged stomach showed his middle age, the hair moderated there but still forming a stream down from bellybutton into a merger with his pubic hair.

I could only study him as he crossed his fingers, his hands on his stomach, smiling at me as I finished my beer.

"Ready?" he said and stood up, holding his big hand out to me. Nervously, I took it and felt my own sweating profusely. Finding my high heeled feet, I let him lead me into the living room before releasing my hand. I went past him to turn on the CD player that brought out some soft smooth music into the room.

Standing slightly bandy legged as men with powerful thighs do, the muscles clearly defined in the fronts of them, he met me as I turned. Catching my forearms, he guided my hands up and around his neck as he bent somewhat and wrapped his long arms around me. One hand was almost on the side furthest around me on the bra and the other in a similar place at my waist. His mouth was slightly open to cover mine, my head back, and his tongue probed at my lipstick covered lips, demanding entry.

I've always loved french kissing but it was very unusual to be on the receiving end of one. Particularly one so demanding. So commanding. I had no choice but to open my mouth to him and feel the mass of his tongue exploring me intimately.

Almost incidentally, I felt his thick thigh between my legs as his hand at my waist pulled me tight to him.

My arms tight around his neck, my chest hard against his with the bra almost flattened between, my whole body vibrated with sexual excitement against him as I sucked on his tongue with my eyes shut. So many things were happening to me all at once that I hardly noticed the way his hand squeezed my bottom through the thin skirt. But I noticed when it moved to the back of my legs below the hem and when he pulled the hem higher to touch the back of my leg above the stocking. Objectively observed, I probably jumped to my tiptoes as his hand moved up my thigh to touch my panties.

And, as I thought I'd gone into a totally new zone beyond myself, he broke the kiss and moved both hands up to my sides to hold me back a little. Yes. Okay. I was a little out of control.

"Let's sit down," he said very softly. Not really allowing me input into his decision, he physically moved us to the couch. He dropped onto it, dragging me down beside him. But he didn't let me get comfortable sitting beside him. Instead, he turned me across his lap where I supported myself on my elbows to look back at him over my shoulder.

This was not exactly a position that allowed me to care for where my skirt was and, I'm sure, wasn't conducive to my modesty either. That wasn't his purpose, needless to say.

The kissing part was over for the moment, I could tell, as one of his powerful arms rested across my back, effectively holding me down, and the other hand went to the back of my stocking. He was smiling as his hand stroked the thin nylon material over the back of my leg and the stroking was having a devastating effect of me. It sent shivers of pleasure up my back and through my legs.

"I've waited for this for a long time, honey," he said in that soft, pleasure filled voice. "Just lift a little." Not in a position to do other than what he asked even if I'd wanted to, I lifted my middle and felt him move my skirt up around my waist. I knew he could see my panties now but could only gasp as his hand moved back to the back of my legs, now stroking the naked skin above the stockings and on up onto the back of the panties and my bottom.

"God it's beautiful," he moaned as he concentrated on stroking the back of my panties, his fingers tracing the leg holes from my hip down between my legs and back up again. "That's it, sweety. Spread your legs. Good." I hadn't meant to react that way but guessed that I had without knowing it.

I dropped my head between my arms as his finger began to move under the edges of the leg holes touching virtually unexplored territory. It didn't help in the least when I felt him bend and kiss the back of my panties several deliberate times. And it was just much worse when his finger traced down the ever more sensitive skin between my spread cheeks.

The echo of my squeal came back to me just after his fingernail caressed my asshole. If I'd been standing somewhere else in the room, I would have been able to watch my "slutty" performance, my legs spread further and my tensed legs rocking my center up to his teasing finger and back in reaction to the touches.

He was very deliberate in the way he moved my panties aside and kissed my raised bottom as his finger explored down between my legs in the so-called "taint".

I squirmed as his fingernail tickled at my tightly held asshole and his lips on my panties and bared skin sent shivers and goosebumps through me.

"Such a pretty little pussy," he sighed as his finger became more insistent. "It's so tight and hot. You have to relax for me. Relax."

I tried to relax there as his finger pressed more firmly, moving as if looking for the exact correct direction. Then he bit my bottom enough that I cringed and, at the same time, slid his finger into me.

Have I put a finger in myself? Yes. Not regularly but I have. And I've put a butt plug, a dildo designed for the purpose, and even a beer bottle into the opening.

Was this different? As different as is conceivable. It bore no relationship at all to what I'd done to myself. Even thought it was just the tip of his finger probing at my opening, it was unbelievably enjoyable and totally different than anything I'd ever felt in my life. The fact that he was pressing harder and wiggling it in me made it better.

Without saying anything, I stretched a little to the end table and grabbed the tube of K-Y Jelly that, for some reason, I'd put there. Maybe I'd anticipated what he was doing or maybe I'd hoped for it but my preparation was now a good thing. He chuckled that rather nasty chuckle as he removed the finger, squirted some of the lubricant between my asscheeks that he was holding open, and then rubbed it across the sensitive opening before sliding his finger back into me.

As if getting more of the lubricant, he pulled the finger out, massaged more, then dove back inside until I felt both his palm and the other fingers against my skin firmly.

"Ready for this?" he asked though there was absolutely no way I could know what he was talking about. But when he moved the finger that was buried deep inside me, the tip, I arched away from it inconsequentially and totally lost focus in my open but unseeing eyes. In fact, I could think of nothing but the things deep inside me he was touching.

The feeling was so infinitely different than anything I'd done to myself or that any doctor had done in examinations as to be unrecognizable as similar. I'd like to say that I'm smart or knowledgeable enough to say what he was touching and why it felt like it did. But I'm not. I don't know what he touched by name though I'm sure the prostrate is in there somewhere because doctors had told me that's what they were examining. All I know is that it felt great.

He thoroughly explored me that way, each movement of his finger another wild wave of pleasure, before he pulled it back toward the opening to my body and slowly back in. I know I sighed a long sigh as it went back in that released the held breath from its movement out.

Slowly he began stroking in and out of me as I found myself moving my center in response.

I was so lost in the moment and the feelings that I could only try to regain my breath as he removed the finger and replaced it with two. The two fingers not only added mass to my virginal opening but the new element of some pain. Not extreme pain but still the distinct and undeniable feeling of having that tight muscle stretched as it only had been a few times by unusual bowel movements. The fingers, obviously further lubricated, twisted in me, turned from side to side and seemed to explore new places within my body - left, right, backward, and forward. My body moved with his probes.

When he spread the fingers, the slight pain increased but the continued new feelings within me totally overwhelmed it. This new exploration continued for what seemed to me to be a very long time before he suddenly stopped and slowly withdrew from my body. All I could do was lay there across his lap panting for lost breath as he chuckled and rubbed my panty covered bottom.

"Okay, let's see what we have here," he said as if to himself. He may as well have been since I was in a kind of limbo that allowed me thoughts of the slight stinging of my bottom, the surging blood in my ears, and the sparkles of the insides of my eyelids.

Because of that, I neither resisted nor helped as he turned me onto my side, pulled the panties down my hip somewhat, moved my center back into his naked lap, and rolled onto my back.

Though reacting very slowly and undoubtedly inappropriately, all I could do was lay there as he carefully untangled my panties from my very hard "clit" and the other hip. Smiling, he pulled the panties down across my bare skin and onto the stockings, around my knees, to my ankles, then off over one high heeled shoe.

"Mmmm. It looks so good hairless like that. And so cute and tiny." He wasn't looking at my face as his left hand rested on my lower stomach and the right stroked my thigh before moving up between my legs, around my small but swollen testicles, and then around my very hard penis. Chuckling that nasty chuckle, he used just his finger and thumb to stroke me as I spread my legs wide lewdly.

"What do you want, cunt?" he said with a smile in his voice, if not his words. "Tell me. If you don't, I won't do anything."

"P-play with m-my p-pussy," I stuttered as the heat of his hand on my stomach seeped into me. Immediately, his right hand moved between my spread legs and one of his big fingers slid smoothly back into me. His other hand was stroking the area where I'd shaved my pubic hair and inadvertently moved my swollen penis.

"Is that all you want?"

"No," I sighed with resignation, knowing that he wouldn't do anything until I told him. "Touch me." I still couldn't say it outright. It was just too embarrassing.

"I AM touching you, my little sissy." He was forcing me to say it.

"Touch my ..." I choked. Unable to get it out.

"Touch what? Touch your little clittie?"

"Yes."

"Yes what? What do you want?"

"Touch my little ... clittie. Please."

And knowing that I'd asked him to do it didn't at all prepare me for the way his finger caressed the very tip the way he did it. It didn't feel like any time I'd touched it or that anyone else had touched it. Every woman who'd touched it at all had put their hand around it as I normally did to masturbate and that kind of touch made it feel big. His touch made it feel tiny.

It somehow felt even tinier when he put his big index finger on one side of the flared head and thumb on the other to gently stroke that most sensitive flesh. I heard myself actually squeal like a little girl as he did that to me. The other finger was still firmly implanted in my "pussy" as he drove the wild feelings through me with the other hand.

"Can I make you have your orgasm this way, my little pussy?" I thought about it. I was pretty sure he could and wondered how an orgasm fostered that way would feel. "Well, maybe another time."

At once, I felt his lips touch the leaking head, his tongue flick maddeningly across the hole at the very tip, and his hand move back onto my shaved pubis. Flicking wildly and sucking and releasing regularly, his hand teasing my pubis and finger moving in and out, I gasped and had the most fantastic orgasm I'd ever had in my life. At once, the most unique orgasm and the most mind numbing absolutely swept through me.

When I regained something of myself, I looked up at his smiling face that was now marked by two dots of my cum on his lip and chin.

"You know what happens now, don't you?" he asked and my totally flustered mind couldn't concentrate on an answer. But then I felt his cock jump against the back of my blouse. "The question is where and what position."

"Yes," I said to his direct question. I did know what was next and wanted it to happen very badly. I'd dreamed about it for weeks - possibly years - but particularly since it had become a real possibility.

"Then where? Bed? Here?" I didn't know and didn't want to make the decision.

"Anywhere," I croaked, my voice breaking with my nervousness and anticipation. He nodded.

"Bed then." He didn't move. "Position?" I just shook my head. "I think it will be easier for you from behind the first time."

He guided my legs off the couch and off-handedly rearranged the back of my skirt as I searched for my balance on shaking legs. More carefully and feeling the lack of panties acutely, I brushed the skirt down into place and watched him get to his feet. A gentleman, he stood aside, completely at ease even though he was totally naked, and put his hand in the center of my back to guide me toward my bedroom.

The combination of my orgasm moments before and the slightly unfamiliar high heels made my legs shaky. Then again, maybe it was the prospect of what was going to happen to me in the next few minutes.

What would it be like? Would it hurt? Would I enjoy it or hate it? Did I want to take this huge step? How could I back out? Did I want to? All my thoughts truly didn't matter as he guided me. I only left him when we got into the bedroom, stepping ahead to turn on the bedside lamp instead of the much too bright overhead. I also pulled out the box of prophylactics I'd bought. Looking back at him, I saw that he'd thought ahead as well and had the lubricant in his hand.

Feeling totally controlled, exactly what I wanted, I crawled onto the bed on all fours and lay down on my stomach, looking over my shoulder at him as he climbed on beside me. It was a wonderful compliment that he was as hard as a rock and curved and stood in a way that defied gravity.

He took one of the condoms out of the package, opened it like he'd done it thousands of times before, and rolled it onto his rampant cock. Entranced, I watched him squeeze a considerable amount of lubricant onto his fingers before spreading it on his latex covered tool. Finished with his personal preparation, he lay down beside me and brushed the material of the skirt up my thighs, over my bottom, and up to my waist. His hand rubbed my bottom sweetly as I closed my eyes before moving my own hardening penis up to a comfortable position. In passing, I wondered at the fact that I was hard again so soon.

He leaned close to me and kissed my cheek, his hand caressing my back and then down across my bottom to the inside of my near thigh. He moved that leg a little toward him until I felt my knee touch him. The hand moved to my other thigh.

"Nice and wide now." I moved that leg further out, still laying flat. "Good," he told me as I heard the sound of the lubricant squirting again. His finger found the tiny tight opening I knew he was going to invade as it never had been.

I tried very hard to relax the muscles as his wet finger slid into me and kissed my cheek and chin. The longer he did it, the better it felt and the more I relaxed.

"You're such a pretty little girl," he said as he moved over me. "Just relax and this will be great."

I could feel every tiny movement of his body as he positioned himself over the top of me, carefully avoiding putting his weight on me but seeking out the opening with his lubricated penis. Everything focused on that opening and his cock as he pressed forward a little more and I felt the insistent pressure of it against me.

"Pretend you're going potty, honey," he said and I tried. Just as I thought that wasn't going to do it at all, he popped into me with a gasp from me and a sigh from him. "Oh yeah."

I had expected it to hurt, maybe really badly. At best, I'd expected to be very stretched and uncomfortable. I didn't feel either one. Yes, I felt it in me but it felt fine. It didn't hurt and it didn't even feel particularly unnatural. On the other hand, it didn't feel extremely good either. It was in and it was certainly noticeable but it wasn't the least bit uncomfortable and it didn't hurt.

"God, you're so tight. I love it. Are you okay?" I nodded and found myself smiling. "Here we go then."

I arched my ass up toward him as he pressed inward and I felt him spreading and opening me more and more. Filling me. And it felt magnificent.

As his stomach touched my ass cheeks, it was more uncomfortable. Akin to having to go to the bathroom on an emergency basis. Imminent disaster. But intellectually I could tell myself that I wasn't going to have an embarrassing accident and that took the real concern away.

Once I had a roommate who told me that a good fuck was highly overrated and a good shit highly underrated. I'd always thought that a good fuck was nearly perfect but had found myself really enjoying a good shit on occasion as well. Now I found the combination absolutely fantastic.

When he moved it back out of me, akin to taking a very satisfying shit, it felt great. When he reversed direction and pressed it back into me, all the anxiety of a needed bowel movement returned 10 fold. But strangely, that felt very good too.

"Mmmm oh yeah. What a great little cunt," he moaned as he stroked in and out of me deeply. All I could do was moan and enjoy what he was doing to me.

Though laying there almost flat against the bed, my stocking clad legs could still strain back against his forward movements and forward away from his withdrawal. Inadvertently, that also stroked my own cock against the bed.

"Do you want me to pull out when I cum?" he asked softly without a break in his movements.

"No! No don't. Please. I want ... to feel it."

"Okay, baby. You asked for it and its time." He was gasping out the words and made good on them as he finished. More roughly than before, he surged forward into me, moving me forward on the bed. "Uhhhh! Uh uhhhh uh," he moaned above me. With each moan, he partially withdrew and punched harder into me. It was as if he were driving my own orgasm from me. And the orgasm I had was unprecedented. It came over me in waves - tidal waves of release and pleasure.

It lasted as no orgasm I'd ever had, to the accompaniment of his evil chuckle as he stroked in and out of me more controlled.

I didn't really recognize that he was softening until I felt his fingers between my legs, his hand on my ass, as he caught hold of the condom and held it in place to slowly move it out of me. This was very much as pleasant as taking a much needed shit.

I felt him move off the bed but I couldn't move. I even realized that I was allowing my cum to soak into the bedding but I didn't care. I didn't care what he was doing as he left the room though I knew he was going to the bathroom to take care of the condom and probably to take a piss.

Truly, I knew the meaning of afterglow and didn't want to end it. I just felt too good and wanted to enjoy it as long as possible.

"Don't plan on rolling over and falling asleep," he said as he came back into the bedroom. I was amused by the statement and chuckled. "I want to show my baby off," he added. "Why don't you put on a sweet little nightgown and some panties. I think the stockings and heels are great too so leave them on. While you do that, I'll clean up here."

Feeling the discomfort of my unusually stretched asshole for the first time, I moved off the bed and into the bathroom. First I had to wash my stomach and the mess between my legs, putting a touch of Vaseline on my hole to ease the sensitivity there. For a couple of minutes, I sat on the toilet, feeling like I had to go, but unable.

I took off the wetted skirt and blouse before going to the dresser and finding a clean pair of panties and a short black nightgown to pull over the bra.

Turning lights out behind myself, I made my way to my little office and saw him watching the computer in its final stages of booting up. He got out of my chair and let me sign onto my ISP and into the chat channel where we'd met.

"Anybody you talk to a lot?" he asked. There wasn't. "Let me use my nick then okay?" He changed it to the one I was familiar with. With a few keystrokes, he was talking to three people I'd seen on the channel but never talked to.

YourGuy: Hey how you tonight? TheMAsTR: EHHH Sort of slow tonight. How are you? YourGuy: Fantastic. Spent the last few hours with Skirts. Seen her on here? TheMAsTR: Saw the nick sure. Never talked. YourGuy: Your loss my gain. LOL TheMAsTR: You mean RL? YourGuy: For sure. She's gorgeous and the best fuck I ever had. TheMAsTR: Your kidding right YourGuy: No kidding. She's sitting right here beside me and we just got out of bed. Second time I came in the last hour or so. TheMAsTR: Oh shit. You at her place? Hotel or something? YourGuy: Her house. TheMAsTR: She have a webcam? Dam I'd love to see that YourGuy: Sitting right here TheMAsTR: She is? YourGuy: Yea she is but so's the webcam TheMAsTR: Your kidding!!!!!!!!!!!! YourGuy: Netmeeting? TheMAsTR: Yea you bet

I couldn't believe what was going on as he started the program and set up my camera in front of the monitor. I watched him type in the address and almost immediately heard the ringing phone sound that signaled connection. After a few seconds, I saw the very hairy and overweight body of a man in the main screen with YourGuy's face and chest in the other. Bobby Shaw was the name in the connection box with my "girl" name. I thought it was much softer and nicer than TheMAsTR.

"Hey man," came into the chat window. "So you really got to fuck her?"

"Yes and it's been fantastic so far."

"Hey sue me but I find it hard to believe."

"So what would convince you?"

"Get her up there and show me her pussy."

"Come on, baby," he said to me, his arm toward me. Sliding the chair back a little, he guided me to stand between him and the camera with my back to it. Without asking or giving me any warning, he pulled the back of my panties down. "Bend over a little." I did and felt his hands holding my ass cheeks apart. I strained to look over my shoulder at the monitor and saw myself lewdly displayed in the little window.

"Oh fuck man I can't believe it. Shit she's gorgeous. What a pussy!!!!!!"

"I know. Soft and virgin too."

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"You like this?" he asked me. Actually it made me very nervous but I shrugged.

"You said you fucked her two times?"

"Fucked her once and she sucked me off before."

"Ohhh god dam your kidding."

"Nope LOL"

"Make her suck you again while I watch," he said.

"Will you? It would turn me on, baby," he said to me and I shrugged again.

"Just don't show my face, okay?" I asked. He nodded.

"I'll hold it up close. Just my cock and your mouth. Okay?" I nodded.

"Here you go," he typed.

"Oh fucking hot!!!"

I got on my knees in front of him and pulled down his underpants to his ankles before taking his cock in my hands. It was soft but getting a little larger.

"No problem, honey," he said. "Just see your hands and he's going nuts." I could look but I'd be turning right into the camera at close range so I restrained my curiosity. "Take it in soft and you'll have it all pretty soon, baby." He spread his knees to allow me in between and I positioned myself over it and took it into my lips. He moaned as I sucked the soft flesh into my mouth again.

Suddenly it seemed very strange. For the second time in a couple hours, I was sucking a man's cock - something I'd never done before - and it seemed perfectly natural.

As he'd said, in only a moment his cock was hard again and the muscles of his thighs were vibrating. "God you do that good," he moaned. What was far stranger than his hard cock in my mouth was my own lifting in the panties.

"I have to have your cute little pussy again," he said. "Do you want to do it for this dipshit or go back to bed? Or something else?"

Before I could make a decision - something I really didn't want to do because of the very passive female perspective I'd gained in the last few hours - I saw him look up at the chat on the screen and moved to the side before I looked as well.

"Hey I know I've been a little obnoxious. This is so totally unbelievable, I got carried away. But if your going to leave, can I at least see her little clitty?"

"What do you say?" he asked me.

"I've ... ah ... let ..."

"Other guys have seen it," he said flatly. "I know. I was one of them, remember?" I nodded. He turned and typed for a second. "Sit on my lap, honey," he said softly.

I turned and saw the "she said ok" on the screen as I sat back on his legs with mine between his. His thumbs found the sides of my panties and moved them down my thighs. It was strangely and wonderfully sexy to be stripped by someone else like this. I cooperated, even lifting one leg so he could pull the panties over them. In our window, I saw that the motion and other factors made it so I wasn't yet showing anything. I'd done this before and, as the panties came off my ankle, closed my legs and turned back into the camera's view. From experience, I knew it would look as if I had nothing to show and took advantage of it to stroke the soft, bare extent of thighs and stomach with a Y of conjunctions.

"So feminine," the man on the other end of the connection said. "Let me see it?"

"Come on, sweetie. Don't be coy," he said with a chuckle and lifted my left leg to the outside of his. I lifted the right into the same position on the other side.

"Let me see," on the screen. I moved my hands and sat back against his warm chest, opening myself completely. I could see the result on the screen just as the two guys could.

Still soft, my cock lay dark between my legs. Not hardly impressive in a masculine way, to say the least.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!" We laughed. "It's gorgeous. Did you get to lick her?"

"Tell him I did." I typed yes.

"God how did you get so lucky. I'd do anything to switch places with you."

I shifted upward a little, to his grunt, put my hands between our legs, and lifted both our cocks. My hand covered what I was doing until I purposely moved them. His cock, I was pleased, was rapidly hardening as mine lay in the conjunction of hip and leg, still only partially hardening. >From the camera's perspective, his looked about three times as big as mine.

"I'd give anything anything anything to be there. I'd suck your cock and her clit at the same time." I laughed at the thought. "Are you going to fuck her again?"

"Tell him," he said with a chuckle.

"Absolutely," I typed. He laughed.

"No doubt at all, huh?"

"Nope," I told him and turned my head enough to kiss him gently. Then I used the arms of the chair to hold myself up a little and, seeing what I was doing, he reached around me under my leg to hold his cock up. I felt it at the opening to my body and moaned before sitting back slightly and feeling him pierce me again.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD" repeated on the screen as I gasped and sat back onto him. His hand took my cock, the other between my legs, as I vibrated with the sexual excitement of it all.

"In this position, you're going to have to do all the work," he said but I could feel his cock moving inside me with no effort on my part. My insides seemed to stroke him in rhythm with his hands on my genitals and I could only enjoy all the combined feelings. It took an effort of will to find the arms of the chair again and, with the help of the high heeled shoes, lift myself on his cock. It took an equal effort - much more physical this time - to lower myself back onto him.

The rhythm established and reinforced with his hands stroking me, I lifted and lowered, lifted and lowered. Then, stopping me at about the midway point by holding my cock and balls, he increased the tempo by moving himself in and out of me.

Suddenly and without any particularly warning, I felt him cum in me and looked down to see that I was cuming all over his hands at the same time.

By the time I got my senses back and opened my eyes, he was stretched around me to type.

The screen was filled with OH MY GOD's and then "Oh you made me cum so hard." He was now typing, "Sorry friend but we're a mess and need to go clean up before bed."

He closed the program as the other guy typed "I'll do anything. Travel anywhere. Pay whatever you say." He chuckled behind my ear as he clicked on the "start" and shutdown the computer. It went off before he lifted me off his lap.

Slapping my hand between my legs, I waddled to the toilet and emptied out again while brushing at the few spots of my own cum on the nightgown and legs. He stood nearby and took a tissue to clean his hands before washing them.

In bed a few minutes later, he did what I considered the impossible by turning me on my side, lifting my upper leg, and making long slow love to me again before we both fell asleep. I'd gotten hard again but there was no way I could have cum as he did.

Sometime later in the depth of the night, I woke and felt him still inside me and his hot body against my back. I thought about rolling away but it was just too comfortable and fell asleep before I could.

The next time I woke, I was on my back, I could see light though my eyes were closed, and he was between my legs sucking me. After I came, he almost lifted me physically off the bed and took me into the shower where, bent at the waist and leaning heavily against the wall, he fucked me. It was unbelievably wonderful.

Amazed at myself, I kissed and hugged him, the tears welling in my eyes, as I wished him a safe trip home.

Sighing as I watched him drive away with a big smile and wave, I went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet for quite a while, feeling the inflamation of my well used pussy and dabbing some Vaseline on the soreness.

A few minutes later, I'd logged into the chat group and found myself inundated with calls from guys who'd heard about what had happened to me.

I'm not sure - you can never be sure - but I think my weekend dance card is full.