Etiket: carrie started

Investments in Technology

Bdsm

A big thank you to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for helping me with the story and finding the edited version after I lost it. I hope you enjoy the story.

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Julie wiped her eyes and looked at the computer screen again. The message had not changed.

No boot device found

She had seen it before, it meant that one of the boffins from IT would have to come up and replace the computer. The last time this had happened the technician had tried to explain exactly what had happened, but had cut his explanation short when he saw her eyes glaze over. He simply said ‘It ran out of witchcraft.’ She picked up the phone and dialed the help desk number. Julie glanced at the clock; it was two in the morning. She wondered what kind of person worked the overnight shift at the company’s help desk. Julie began to replay an episode of The IT Crowd over in her head as she listened to the phone ring. Finally, someone answered.

“Help desk, this is Carol,” said a voice that was entirely too cheerful for two in the morning on a Friday.

“Hello, this is Julie, I’m in office 2427, and my computer is broken. It says it won’t boot. I’m about to boot it out the window,” Julie said aggrievedly. She could have easily stopped working and left, her project was not due for another week, but she didn’t have any plans for the weekend and was on a roll. She spun around in the chair and looked at the other reason for working late, the view. The city spread out to the horizon, even at this hour she could see activity. The office she was in was not hers. It belonged to the director of another department, but she had come to an agreement with the office’s official occupant. She could use it when he was not there, and he got to fuck her on the mahogany desk when he was there.

Before she could begin to reminisce about being bent over the desk, Carol’s voice brought her back to reality, “The last machine to log in from that office is not the computer that is assigned to the dock, it looks like it was computer DX44LPT2, is that correct?”

“Yes,” Julie replied, “I’m working on a project with Stan and the research material is in the office, so I brought my laptop in. Is that okay?” She was telling a bit of a fib, there were not materials, Julie just liked being in the corner office. She was confident she would have her own office like this one soon enough.

“Of course, I just need to make sure to put the right image on the drive. I will have a new drive up to you shortly. Is there anything on the old drive that we should try to recover?” Carol said.

“No, everything is on the network,” Julie replied. She had learned her lesson after the previous drive failure. All her work files went on the network and any personal items went on an encrypted thumb drive.

“Okay, your case number is RG59234K. Someone will be there soon to install the new drive, is there anything else we can do for you?” Carol replied.

“No, that is all,” Julie said and hung up.

She wondered if Carol would bring the drive up herself or if she would send someone even further down the IT chain. Julie tried to imagine what Carol was like. Was she some kind of geek girl? Was she just someone the IT department hired because she was good on the phone but had no idea what she was talking about? The voice sounded young. Julie decided Carol was some kind of computer nerd with pale skin and short, dark hair. She probably had a cute face but wore thick glasses and dressed in the standard uniform of the overnight IT group, shorts, T-shirt, and sandals.

“Hey Ian, can you grab a drive for a Dell e6510,” Carol shouted. She was the only person in the phone queue and she was obsessed with not letting anything to go voicemail. She figured that as long as they had an intern she might as well take advantage of him. She watched Ian pull a box off the shelf and verify the part number before handing it to her.

“I don’t know why you are giving that to me, I don’t need any practice imaging drives. You know how sysprep works, don’t you?” she asked. Ian was one of the better-looking interns that had come through, but that bar was low. Until Ian, the interns had come in two varieties, couch potato, and string bean. Ian was a pleasant combination of the two, not too thin and not too thick. He was good looking enough that Carol was tempted to push the limits of the HR policy on dating co-workers.

“Which image does it get?” Ian asked.

Carol glanced back at her computer screen and looked at the audit file of the system that needed the new drive, “It needs an OS, office apps and the investment productivity package. You might have to walk the user through setting up email.”

“Is auto discover working?” Ian asked.

“No, it’s still fubar because of the new security package,” Carol replied. She scribbled on her notepad, then tore off the sheet of paper and handed it to Ian.

“Is this everything I need?” He asked.

“Probably,” Carol replied, “you’re bright boy, I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Ian connected the new drive to the dock and typed in a few commands. Antep Escort Bayan While he waited for the files to copy over he grabbed a technical manual on the email system and flipped through it. He wasn’t sure whom the drive was for, but the staff that worked this late had little sympathy for incompetence.

“Who is the user?” Ian asked.

“Julie M. Powers, but she is in Stan Carrington’s office, not her cube,” Carol said. She tapped on her keyboard, “She must like that office, she logs in from there a lot. Mostly at night…”

“Have you met her?” Ian asked, wondering what kind of person he was about to encounter.

“No, she doesn’t have much of a ticket history. I guess she doesn’t break stuff very often. She sounded nice enough on the phone. Let me pull up her badge picture,” Carol said has her fingers flew across the keyboard.

Ian noticed the file copy process had completed. He pulled the drive out of the dock and walked over to Carol’s workstation. Just has he arrived a woman’s face appeared on the screen. She appeared to be in her late twenties and was very attractive.

“When did we start getting badge pictures from Glamour Shots, every other badge picture looks like a morgue photo and the lady looks like she just stepped of the red carpet? Try not to stare at her” Carol teased. She was a bit annoyed; none of the users she had done work for were even close to being this hot.

“I’ll do my best,” Ian replied as he walked towards the elevator.

Julie ran her hand over the smooth wood of the desktop. More than once, she would bend over it while Stan’s big cock plowed into her pussy, but he had always insisted that she should shut the blinds. Stan called the trysts ‘paying the rent’ and she had eagerly put down a generous deposit in addition to her monthly obligation. Julie stood up and walked around the desk so she could see out the windows. She leaned over the desk, putting one hand on the black leather pad and the other hand between her legs. Just the thought of fucking with the windows open had her panties soaked. She began to run though her list of fuck buddies, wondering which would be most agreeable to a late night booty call. Julie lowered her body so her tits brushed against the desk and she could smell the leather. Her fingers slipped under the thin material of her panties and plied her labia apart. The project suddenly seemed a lot less important than getting laid.

Ian could not believe the sight in front of him. The user he was assigned to help was bent over the desk in the office and appeared to be masturbating. He knew women masturbated, but other than porn, he had never seen it happen. He was embarrassed and aroused at the same time. Quietly, he stepped out of the doorway and walked backwards down the hallway. He was not sure what to do. He was sure walking in to the office was a bad idea. Even if he was wrong and she was doing something innocent, it was impossible to hide the bulge that had appeared in his pants. Finally, he pulled out his phone and called Carol.

“Hey Carol, which office did you say I’m supposed to be going to?” Ian asked.

“Jeez Ian, I said Stan’s office. It’s number 2236, the twenty two means twenty second floor. Please tell me you are not lost,” Carol answered.

“Which building?”

“Building one, the same building you started in,” Carol replied, her voice showing her impatience.

“Okay, there it is. Just wanted to be sure I was headed in the right direction,” Ian replied. Just as he had hoped, Carol berating him made his erection vanish.

The sound of a voice in the hall interrupted Julie’s fantasy. She remembered that IT had sent someone to fix her computer. Julie stood up and straightened her skirt, then walked around the desk and sat down. A few seconds later, a young man appeared in the doorway to the office. He was young, even younger than she expected. He was also much better looking than she expected an IT boffin to be.

“Hello, I’m Ian… from IT. I’m here to replace your drive,” he said.

“Welcome Ian from IT, I’m sorry to have called so late, I just need to finish this project and it appears my computer was not up to the task,” Julie said. She looked at Ian again. He was just less than six feet tall. He was thin, but not to the point that she would call him lanky. His hair was light brown and somewhat disheveled. One aspect of his appearance surprised her; he was not wearing glasses. She expected that everyone in that department needed glasses. She looked at his badge, in large letters was the word INTERN. That word explained his youth.

“So this is how IT boffins get started, how much longer will you be with the company?” she asked.

“This is actually my last week, I go back to college soon,” he replied. He noted she was using the British slang for geek. He wondered if she picked up from TV or had been overseas.

“How many years do you have left?” she inquired.

“It’s my second year but I will have enough hours to be a junior at the end of the semester, I’d like to get out in less than four years if I can,” he said has he walked behind the desk.

Julie stood up and offered him the chair. She watched as he turned off the computer, flipped it over, and began to remove the tiny screws that held it together. He seemed quite skilled with his hands.

“Be careful what you wish for, the working world is not as much fun as college,” she cautioned.

“True, but it pays a lot better,” he replied.

“It certainly does,” she agreed.

Ian pulled out the old drive and inserted the new one, then began to reassemble the computer. Once the last screw was snug, he flipped it over and turned it back on. The splash screen appeared. Now that the computer no longer required his full attention, he noticed that Julie was standing very close to him. He also noticed a slightly musky smell, he wondered if it was an artifact of what he had almost witnessed. When the login screen appeared, he started to stand, but felt her lean over him. She reached around his shoulders and put her hands on the keyboard. The smell got a little stronger.

“Let me log in, I want to be sure everything is working before I let you go,” Julie said.

The combination of her warm breath on his ear and seeing her slender fingers tapping on the keyboard made Ian’s cock begin to swell again. He could not help but think about where her fingers had been a few minutes earlier. He found himself counting the number of characters in her password; it was an impressive twenty-five, more than three times the requirement. Her desktop flashed onto the screen.

“If you like I can setup your email,” Ian offered. He needed a few moments to convince his cock to stop embarrassing him.

“I’d appreciate that, I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t get some,” she replied.

Ian typed in all the required information; he had memorized what Carol has written on the sheet of paper. He breathed a sigh of relief when her mailbox began to fill up. He stood up and waved her into the chair.

“Can you check to see you have all the connections you need?” Ian asked.

“Of course,” she answered, sliding into the chair and attacking the keyboard.

Ian could not take his eyes off her fingers. Knowing where they had been aroused him, and soon he was thinking about what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his cock. He dared not take his fantasy any further for fear getting an erection that could not be dismissed by thinking of encryption algorithms or some other equally dry topic.

“Actually, if you don’t mind I would like for you to stay for a few minutes while I push the limits on this thing, I want to make sure it doesn’t fail if I play a little rough with it,” Julie said as she opened several of the more advanced applications. The bar graphs that tracked the load on the CPU, memory and network usage all began to trend upward.

“Sure,” Ian replied, looking for somewhere to sit so he could camouflage the bulge in his crotch.

“You can move my leathers if you want to sit down,” Julie said, nodding towards a chair near the desk.

Ian looked at the chair she had indicated. Draped over it was a leather motorcycle jacket and matching leather pants. Sitting on top of the riding apparel was a full-face helmet. He recognized the outfit.

“Do you ride a BMW R1000?” Ian asked as he moved the motorcycle gear.

“Yes, a red one,” she replied.

Ian knew exactly what her bike looked like. Every guy in the IT department knew what it looked like. It was frequently the topic of less than politically correct discussion. They had all wondered who the exceedingly hot woman on the equally hot bike was, but no one had been able to identify the rider.

“Have you seen it?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Do I look hot on it?” she queried.

“Uh,” Ian stuttered, unable to think of a good way to answer the question. In his head, he heard Admiral Akbar’s voice ‘It’s a trap!’

“I was hoping for ‘Hell Yes’, I could wear some baggy corduroy outfit and be just as protected, but I kind of like being eye candy, don’t you?” she said.

“I’ve never thought of myself as eye candy,” Ian replied.

“It’s all in the eye of the beholder. I like to think of men like beer, sometimes to find a good one you have to try a local brew that no one has heard of,” Julie said. Her lips curled into a seductive grin. She had decided to skip her usual booty call list and pursue her most recent obsession.

“Do you always work the overnight shift?” She asked, closing the laptop and turning towards her guest.

“I didn’t really have a choice, the intern pretty much gets what nobody else wants,” he replied.

“I bet you miss having a social life,” she commented.

“You don’t miss what you never had,” Ian said, trying to sound philosophical.

“You don’t have a girlfriend?” she asked.

“No, I’m not what you would call a ladies’ man,” Ian answered sheepishly.

“Are you… gay?” Julie asked cautiously.

“No, I’ve just never, well, never hit it off that well with a woman. Trust me; it’s not for lack of trying. I guess I just don’t give off the ‘bad boy’ vibe that is all the rage,” Ian said. He was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Julie.

“We don’t all want bad boys, at least not all the time. I suppose I could give you some advice… First, would you go shut the door to the office? I don’t want the cleaning crew or security guard to interrupt us,” she said.

A voice in Ian’s head told him to keep walking. He had not decided if this woman was going to give him some useful advice or if she was plotting to steal his kidney. He paused at the door, wondering what would happen if someone caught him. He had two days left, the worst that could happen would be a strongly worded letter to his college about his behavior, and that would be if Julie wanted to do more than talk. He took a deep breath and shut the door, then turned the lock.

“For starters,” Julie said as Ian complied with her request, “women like compliments, especially well thought out ones. Don’t just say ‘nice shirt’; explain why it is nice. And we want to tell you about our interest…”

“For example?” Ian asked.

“You could have asked me about my motorcycle,” she suggested.

“Okay,” he replied.

“But the one thing you really need to know is women like sex just as much as men, so don’t be afraid to make a move, just don’t be a dick about it. You do like sex, don’t you?” Julie said, taking a step towards him.

“Uh, um, I think so…” Ian stuttered.

“Would it shock you to know I’ve been fucked on that desk?” she teased.

Ian was stunned. It had never occurred to him that a woman like Julie could be so crude. There was no doubt that she could see he was aroused, but he wasn’t sure what would happen next.

“You’ve never been with a woman, have you?” Julie asked, excited at the prospect of fucking another virgin.

“I, uh, I, well, you… you are correct. I’m a virgin,” Ian confessed, hanging his head in shame. It wasn’t for lack of trying, but somehow women always took his signals wrong and before he realized what was going on he was trapped in the friend zone.

She stepped right in front of him, “I will let you in on a little secret.”

“What?” Ian asked, raising his head.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I love fucking virgins.”

The words did not seem to go together. How could a successful, sexy woman like being with a virgin. Ian stood still, dumbfounded by her confession, wondering if she was trolling him along for some kind of cruel joke.

“Guys like virgins, what is so amazing about the tables being turned?” she asked.

“But why?” Ian replied.

“For starters virgins are usually grateful, even if my performance is not my A game. Plus I don’t have to worry about some pissed off girlfriend or wife showing up, and I’m probably not going to catch anything from you… so what’s not to like?” she explained.

“I guess nothing?” he said.

“See, I knew you had a brain in there somewhere. Would you like to see me naked?” she asked.

“Of course,” he replied.

“Then do something about it, take off my shirt,” she instructed.

With trembling fingers, Ian slowly unfastened each button on her blouse. He could see her nipples poking through the material. As he worked his way down more and more of her cleavage became visible. He was amazed at how much more aroused he was compared to watching porn or even being in a strip club. He had not even seen her tits yet and his cock already ached.

“Do you like what you see?” she cooed.

“Yea, yea,” he replied.

“Well don’t keep it all to yourself, remember what I said about compliments?” she pressed.

“You have spectacular breasts,” Ian gushed. The way the words rolled off his tongue turned him on even more.

“I know, I love my tits. I love the way they look and I especially love the way they feel. Have you ever seen a woman play with her tits?” Julie asked.

“Just strippers,” Ian replied. He wondered if that admission was a good idea.

“Strippers do a pretty good job, but I bet you will like what I do just as much. You will have to take off my bra to see what I am talking about,” she teased.

Ian awkwardly put his arms around her and began feeling for the clasp.

“Silly boy, this one is a front loader,” she giggled, guiding his hands to the small clasp between her full C cups.

Ian paused, and then unfastened her bra. Her breasts tumbled out. This was the first time he had seen real, live naked breasts and not had a dollar bill in his hand. She pressed his hands against her tits, snapping him out of his trance.

“You like?” she purred silkily.

“Uh huh,” Ian stuttered.

“Let me give you a little demo,” she said, peeling his hands off her breasts. She cupped her tits in her hands. The expression on the young man’s face was delightful, a combination of surprise and awe.

“My tits are pretty sensitive, I had an orgasm once from someone just playing with them,” she said has she hefted her fleshy globes. She didn’t mention it was another woman that had done it, that bit of information would probably cause Ian’s brain to overload.

Babysitter Revisited Ch. 02

Teen (18+)

A continuation of Babysitter Revisited. You are cordially encouraged to read the inaugural chapter before embarking on this journey. You will be glad you did.

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It didn’t take long for Allison and I to devise our plan for the following evening. She asked a few questions about the older executive, and Ally’s intuitions were spot-on.

Despite being physically exhausted, the plan was a splendid one, a deliciously sexy and devious plot. One might even say, experimental and fun, especially when it came to Julie’s anticipated surrender.

As we began to doze off in tandem, my last waking thought on one of the most erotic evenings (and mornings) of my life was just how dominant could enigmatic Allison be to the aggressive alpha female Ms. Meenan? Would Julie really relinquish control to Allison’s charms?

Ally seemed supremely confident. “Just follow my lead, lover, I haven’t failed at this yet.”

It would be the worth the price of admission, that was for sure. Only I was going to be a participant, not just a spectator. That’s what made the plan even more brilliant, from my selfish perspective.

Allison’s pretty head cradled against my chest. She was breathing heavily, snoring gently. It was the cutest snore I ever heard. I soon joined her in blissful slumber.

We slept until almost noon, hardly moving, except for Allison to roll over so that we were in a spooning position, my flaccid cock head comfortably nestled between the cheeks of her sublime buttocks. Somehow, even that was a perfect fit.

I was awake for about fifteen minutes, just watching her, admiring her youthful beauty, afraid to move for fear of rousing her. I was content just basking in the glow of our new-found chemistry, and being grateful for my good fortune that I had chosen Panera Bread on Thursday for lunch. That was working out well for me.

Her eyes gradually flickered open, adjusting to the sunlight coming through the blinds, like a tiny bird’s seeing the world for the first time. She yawned, smiled, stretched, groaned, and kissed me on the forehead tenderly. “Good morning, lover,” she said cheerily. “I’m going to brush my teeth. I want you to kiss me like I’ve always wanted to be kissed.”

I looked at the most perfect rear end on the planet wiggle into the bathroom, my incorrigible cock stirring in wondrous appreciation. My former-sitter-turned-torrid-lover returned, smelling orally pepperminty, or peppermintally oral, and peeked underneath the covers to see the south rising again.

She looked pleased to see her present. She leaned down to kiss just the tip of my dick. “Go brush yours,” Ally ordered sternly. Then she figured she should clarify. “Your teeth, that is. I’ll clean the other parts.”

I came back into the bedroom, my mouth freshly foamy, my morning wood more than ready to be polished by my sexy new girlfriend. I had already categorized Allison that way in my mind. I just had a feeling, and not just a wishful one. The look of affection in her eyes as she lay naked on the covers, almost absent-mindedly rubbing her mound, told me that she, too, harbored thoughts that this was more than a one-or-two-nighter.

“I think I’m already in love with your cock, John. It’s beautiful, a true man’s cock.” Naturally, this had the desired effect on my nether region. It stiffened perceptibly as I climbed into bed and kissed the lovely woman twenty-plus years my junior with a deep passion.

“I KNOW I’m in love with your body, young lady. And your mind. You’re exciting, vibrant, and very fucking naughty.” She kissed me back with more than equal fervor, apparently thanking me for the sincere intellectual compliments, my words evoking an animated reaction within her.

Her huge nipples seemed to harden like a video tape in fast-forward motion. Always tell a woman you love her mind, I thought, it works its magic every time.

Allison and I kissed passionately for several long minutes, like two knowing, familiar lovers, kisses of erotic foreplay. Our tongues danced each other’s, alternating between slow dancing and hot, writhing, wild rumbas. We groaned into each other’s mouths, our encouraging grunts echoing within our respective throats. Our hands roamed up and down, exploring our partner’s torso, the soft touching accentuating the lovemaking that was pending.

Ally climbed on top of me, her long, lithe, nubile body straddling me, sitting directly on my thighs, pushing my legs slightly apart. Slowly, she took my engorged cock in her neatly manicured palms and began to stroke me gently, her smoky brown eyes riveted on ground zero, my twitching crotch. Her left hand held steady on my hard shaft down by the testicles, almost holding me in place, assuring that I wouldn’t and couldn’t escape her grasp. Not that I was going anywhere.

She spit a stream of saliva on her right hand and began to masturbate me in a corkscrew motion, accelerating her pace, moving from leisurely to vigorously, feeling my girth grow in response Eskort to her manual enthusiasm.

Her firm release on my shaft lifted and she began to cup my heavy balls, filling with the seed that would soon coat her, somewhere.

She maneuvered her fabulous body so that my cock tip was sliding across the entrance to her pussy, which was blossoming open like a flower waiting to be pollinated by a honey bee, the beauty of natural selection at work.

Her fingers eased their way beneath my balls to the base of my pubic bone, that ultra-sensitive spot that far too few women seem to recognize, at least from my perspective. The fact that this young, sophisticated vixen instinctively knew where to garnish her attention gained her major bonus points. I would have to reciprocate, and I would in time.

But not right now.

Allison gazed down on me, her eyes glazed, half-closed slits of lust, her fingers expertly massaging me into titanium steel. “Order me to suck your big cock,” she said huskily. Hey, for a dom, I could take orders with the best of them. I acquiesced immediately. There was no need to ask (tell?) me twice.

“Take me in your mouth, you beautiful cocksucker.” It seemed appropriate at the time, perhaps it lacked somewhat for tact, but what the hell……..

She snaked her way down my stomach, placing light kisses on my nipples, chest, and along the hairs from my navel leading to the promised land. She purred and licked while staring me in the eyes, lifting my dick flat against my tummy, reaching to the belly button.

“Mmmmm, it will be my great honor, sir, to bring pleasure to this glorious piece of manhood.” Gotta hand it to her, she really knew how to flatter an older guy, this Allison.

Her head began to spin and gyrate wildly, up and down, back and forth, her short hair tossing like a boat’s sail in a stiff breeze, pumping my thickening dick with urgency. I placed my hands on the back of her skull and she sucked me down deep, her nose now tickling against my curly pubic hairs. Deep throat, were there no ends to this incredible woman’s wonders?

Just when I thought I could take no more, she tucked her head back and released me from the back of her throat with a gasp. The gasp was matched by my own. Her eyes were swelling with tears, she struggled to catch her breath.

She looked up at me and asked, almost bashfully, “Like that, Mister McCall? Is that how you wanted your babysitter to suck your big dick?” She took me again to my very length, licking my shaft with her tongue at the same time, how does she do that?

My hands gripped her temples tighter, more to balance myself than anything. My legs swung over her shoulders as she continued her ambitious frontal assault on my cock. I was more than ready to explode inside of her talented mouth. And then……….

She pulled my legs from her back and leaned up with one hand, searching for one of the pillows scrunched against the headboard. She found one she apparently liked, and with the other hand, she cupped my ass from underneath and guided my hips up into the air. Allison propped the pillow beneath my butt, which was now raised slightly enough to give her unfettered access to my balls. And beyond.

Without taking her eyes from me nor her hands from my shaft, she took my right ball sac fully between her lips and started to suck on it eagerly, humming while doing so. I watched intently as she played a solo game of ‘hide the testicle’. I liked this game a lot. Enough to groan with delight when she switched and repeated the action on my left ball.

Equal opportunity nut sucking, what a concept, talented with either ball. As the basketball player once said, “I’d give my right arm to be ambidextrous.”

I applauded her impressive display by grabbing my own dick and gently whapping it on her forehead. It made the sound of polite golf claps. She showed her appreciation by rubbing her palm over that same super-sensitive place, the man’s g-spot, the area between balls and anus. The elusive perineum.

Her mouth joined her palm and together the pair made sweet music with my organs. She was a maestro, determined to bring me to a thunderous, roaring climax. I literally trembled from pleasure, she made oral love to me as if weaned in a textbook. “Cocksucking for Smarties.”

I wanked my own dick, trying to hold back the volcanic ash of hot cum threatening to spurt, when I felt her hot, wet tongue begin to rim my asshole. I whimpered as my ass rose off the pillow in an involuntary reflexive response.

Allison’s tongue next darted into my secret tunnel. She began to tongue-fuck my ass hole. My head spun. She rubbed my pubic bone, causing my dick to wave like a flagpole in a breeze. Her other hand somehow found its way up to my shaft once again, taking its temperature, rubbing its length, calculating when I was going to blow. Which was, as I announced to her….

“…Unngh, now, Ally, now….”

The last thing I saw before the bright lights flashed inside of my eyelids was Allison’s model-pretty face rising to catch the first hot shot of seed. It splashed against her cheek like a bursting cum-filled water balloon, splattering all over, followed by one load after the other after the other.

The most powerful orgasm of my forty-eight years rifled through my being. She smiled up at me, face coated in a mask of milky semen, dribbling off of her chin. One lonely stream dangled perilously off of one impossibly erect nipple. She looked down to see what I found so mesmerizing, saw the cum on her nub, and wiped it off with her pinky finger and brought it to her mouth.

I collapsed on the bed and groaned in thoroughly sated ecstasy, my chest heaving, my legs quivering like jelly. I gazed up in awe at my smiling young Aphrodite, goddess of oral. “Fuck, amazing, Ally. Christ, you can’t kill me yet, we have a hot night tonight, remember?”

“Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Well, then, you’ll just have to do me now, I suppose,” she smirked, rolling over on her belly.

Her pale ass cheeks stared back at me. Between them, her winking asshole peeked out at me like a camera lens. Ass Cam. If I hadn’t known better, I could have mistaken her buttocks for two taut bongo drums, waiting to be playfully smacked.

I resisted the urge to go Hawaii-Five-O on her ass, and instead began to massage her toes, deciding I’d start from the tippy toes and work my way up to the really good stuff. After all, we had plenty of time, and I wanted to play my with new instrument.

“Mmmmm, that feels good. I love to have my toes massaged. And I love your touch. A great daily double,” she purred contentedly. While making her way up to her sinewy calves, I decided to ask her a question. Inquring minds wanted to know.

“So, young lady, have you ever had a foursome before?” I sort of winced while asking it, not sure if I truly wanted to know, anticipating a litany of carnal experiences. Instead, she barely moved, just moving her head enough from being buried in the pillow to respond.

“Nope, believe or not, I haven’t. Mainly because I was afraid I would scare off whoever I was with at the time, thinking they might view me as an insatiable freak or something. But with you, I feel very comfortable, very safe, like I won’t be judged.”

She glanced over her shoulder to see my reaction. I smiled down at her, trying not to look too paternal. I touched the back of her knees, making her shiver slightly. Goose bumps rose up on her athletic thighs.

Her words led me to conclude that we were indeed leading towards something more intimate, a relationship where we could truly be ourselves. At least, I hoped so. God, how I hoped so.

Allison had already become my fountain of youth.

Age is just a number, right, I reasoned. After all, when she’s forty, I’ll only be…..gulp.

I went back to a safer subject, enjoying being the provider of the sensuous massage as much as she was reveling in being the recipient.

“How about a threesome then?” I asked. “Have you dabbled?”

I listened as she recited the memory, never once opening her eyes.

“Ah, yes, a MMF.” My cock now joined me in listening intently. It damned near cupped its own head to my ear to make sure it didn’t miss a word.

“As I recall, a casual lover, his friend, and I were sitting around enjoying cocktails in grad school when the conversation turned to sexual experiences. We all discussed and agreed that we had never had a threesome, MMW, so we moved our conversation to the boudoir and began to explore each others bodies, sharing kisses and caresses, building in urgency as both men undressed me, revealing slowly and softly, with some hesitation, my breasts.”

My dick and I said nothing, which was penis-talk for, “Please go on.” She did, her voice barely audible.

“I recall a mouth for each mound. My own hands reached down to firmly grasp one free swinging cock in my right, and another very hard cock restrained within jeans, begging to be free, stroking one cock, skin against skin, and running my fingernails tantalizingly teasing the cock restrained. Releasing my grasp on both and running my hands up my body to find two hungry mouths still licking and sucking my tits. I inserted two fingers in my sopping cunt and withdrew to cradle two chins in my hands, easing my finger into their mouths to let them taste me.”

I noticed her hand had disappeared beneath her body now, and she began to squirm. Playing with herself. Lost in the memory. I pushed her legs apart slightly with my knees, my hands working her thighs now. Allison went on, her voice husky, an octave deeper than I had ever heard it.

“At my request, both men lay back on the bed as I enjoyed rubbing my body along theirs. Straddling one lover without allowing penetration, I made a fucking motion as my hands worked feverishly to relieve my other lover of his jeans. As is my pleasure, my mouth found his cock as my pussy grew ever wetter and juices flowed freely on the cock which now had full attention from my snatch.”

It was as if she were telling a fairy tale now, but it was obviously so very vivid, so real.

“Hands everywhere, reaching, grasping, stroking and finding my cunt. One lover pulled my hips upward and in one full swift thrust, aaah, my pussy was as full of cock as it had ever been. I continued my oral libations, reluctant to give leave of the delicious hard cock in my throat. Everyone was moaning as one and sweat provided ample lubrication for skin-on-skin delight. I was spit-roasted now, one cock pounding my cunt, one in my throat.”

I stuffed the pillow under her tummy, raising her sweet ass in the air, making damn sure nothing was clogging my ears.

I hung, if you’ll pardon the expression, on every word. She went on, verbally climaxing, so to speak. Her words ran together in one long run-on sentence, heating the room with each syllable, her breaths now were in small staccato rasps.

“Talking and fucking and sucking I heard the voice behind me describe the sensation of his “about-to-cum” experience, pushing his cock deeper inside me while my vaginal muscles feverishly stroked his rod and my clit pulsed while he pounded me relentlessly and I sucked on the other throbbing member in my mouth, my screams broke the air as cum erupted on my ass and my face simultaneously, driving me quickly to my own intense orgasms as both men then focused their fingers to my wildly swollen cunt, penetrating me digitally, making me cum, and cum and cum again…..”

Not surprisingly, Allison came hard just then. Loudly. A screaming, writhing, deja vu orgasm.

I took the occasion to bury my face between her ass cheeks and pussy, which was streaming like a self-induced waterfall.

I parted her legs and flicked my tongue gentled over her still leaking pussy. She sighed and let the passion of the moment over take her. My tongue first slid up and down her sopping slit, careful not to enter. I then grazed her hard clit, flicking it back and forth, and then placed my entire mouth on top of the tasty pearl.

As Ally’s tiny nub began to swell, I pressed my hand against her buns. Her hips rose up towards my hand and mouth, lifting herself onto all fours, straining for more.

I sucked and licked her clit hungrily now, pulling on it, savoring the sweet taste. Her body wass taut with desire. She reached back and spread her asscheeks apart with one hand, courteously providing me even more access to her wet pussy and beautiful light brown sphincter.

I slipped a finger into her asshole and simply held it there, buried into the first knuckle. I could feel her anal muscles clenching it, gripping it tight, and sucking it in. I moved my finger in … and out … in … and out (slowly) all the while licking and sucking the ever-blossoming slit of her cunt.

Her nub was incredibly swollen and erect, jumping each time my tongue circled it. I next inserted two fingers into her anal cavity now. Pumping in and out.

Her head was thrown back, eyes rolled back, back arched. I became bold, inserting three fingers. She moaned out loud, seemingly not caring that the entire community could probably hear her cries, declarations of one orgasm after the other.

My long tongue continued to lick and suck her clit. The three fingers were fucking her beautiful crinkly asshole faster now. I slid my tongue down her slit and into her rear hole, replacing my fingers.

Ally gasped as my tongue explores her anal channel. Her hips began to rise up and down, bucking like a bronco on my face. My thumb caressed her clit roughly with my tongue now diving deep in her anus, fucking her like a little penis.

I could feel her tight backside gripping and squeezing my tongue. Her muscles contracted with every lick, every tongue fuck. I grabbed her hips with my hands and orally searched … searched for that love spot, the one that would send her into orbit.

Intuitively, her hips moved and with the movement, it served to guide my tongue deeper into her musky-flavored anus. My fingers in her humid cunt finally grazed her g-spot.

She muffled a scream by literally biting the pillow, her teeth biting down on the cotton like a puppy with a chew toy, whipping her head around like a puppet. She was propped up on one hand now, her other hand wass caressing her breast, pinching and pulling her nipple while I fingered her red-hot cunt and ate her asshole.

She tried to hold back from collapsing in a puddle of her cum, the juices running down her muscular thighs, not wanting me to finish yet. Little did she know I was far from done with my afternoon appetizer of cunt and ass, kind of a surf and turf thingy. (Kind of.)

My tongue continued to delve even further into her tight hole. Exploring, driving her closer to going completely over the edge. I grazed her g-spot with my finger once again, this time staying there, flicking back and forth. She pushed her anus further against my face, into my mouth. Her body tensed rigidly.