AMELIA

Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: Amelia
Story Codes: Hermaphrodite, School Girl/Teacher, MF, FF, Ff,

AMELIA

Amelia, a school girl with something extra, attracts the attention of her beautiful teacher.

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.

Black’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.”

Amelia 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 Amelia’s writhing lips, and then the two women wildly Frenched one another. She rubbed at the bulge in Amelia’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.

THE END