“LAVENDER BAY DREAMER”

An Erotic Romance

By

Shields Templar

1.

I’ve always been attracted to red-heads.

As far back as I can remember red-haired women have had a hold on me in more ways than one as you will decipher upon reading the following exploits. There is also a certain part of my anatomy which plays a “big” part in everything.

This story relates one very pleasing episode which is still on-going. Okay, so to the present I'm still stuck on redheads, and still in love with pussy. I presently live in Sydney, Australia and am partly employed as a free-lance writer for a movie/media-related magazine and also do freelance video-graphy, and when I'm not busy look after a friend's apartments. He's a QANTAS steward, and invested a bit of his hard-earned cash into real estate on the lower north-shore of Sydney Harbour when it was possible to do such. As things went, he's done alright for himself, and in about another ten years will retire, relatively young and rich and with a nice property with one of the world's great views at his doorstep. Anyhow this particular day, I was out in the sun, gazing at the beautiful vista below me. No, friends it was not a pussy or anything that way sexual - although, psychologists are apt to suggest that anything we humans do or see or look at, according to Freud can be construed as sexual. But, back to the story. No, friends- I was staring out at the beauty that is Sydney Harbour on a sparkling summer's day - 110 degrees in the shade, and you know where I was don't you? Up on afore-mentioned friend’s roof relaying the tar-paper on it. In the fucking 110 degree-in-the-fucking-shade weather. It was blisteringly hot up there, and, indeed, I had blistered my poor feet, before my dim brain told me to wear my thongs. So, okay, I was working at my other job - the one that actually pays me for hours put in, and affords me some of the pleasures of life - like the manager's apartment for free. As an amateur photographer, I'm always on the lookout for great shots, and let me tell you, one can rarely go wrong with the Harbour laid the last piece of tar-paper down, and was gazing at the spectacular view around me, and I realized I didn't have my camera handy. I remembered realizing that it might get damaged with all that tar and stickiness and such, that I left it down on the ground. So now I climbed back down tired and as thirsty as a drover after a month's trek across the outback. Hot and thirsty. I was wearing only short shorts, and as Brenda had pointed out even back then, I was-am- a "big" boy. I stand 6'3-1/2" tall, am slim with weight proportionate, have medium long wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and a nine and a half-inch dick!

Now, before all you skeptics out there start yelling, let me state that being so "well-endowed" does have its drawbacks -not every woman will drop her drawers at the mention of it, and quite a few have had second thoughts about trying it, once they've seen it "in the flesh", (so to speak) It has not always been the case of bigger is better, believe me!

However, I’ve had more than my moments of pleasure, and I've managed to live with it. Even flaccid, it hangs a good five- or so inches, and my shorts being of the extra short, cut­off variety, it was even now peeking ever so boldly out of one leg. Being a modest sort, I looked around and made sure I was alone in the yard. I was, so I grabbed the garden hose, and pulled it behind a large bougainvillea bush that separates the yard from the back of the ground floor flats, and sprayed myself down. As I was somewhat isolated from the rest of the garden, I thought what the hell and peeled off my shorts and cooled myself off all over, running the tepid water up and down and over myself. Well, being out there in the hot sun, with a cool shower, and naked and all, it was just a natural turn-on, and I was standing there with a full-blown hard-on. What to do, what to do? Not being much of an exhibitionist, I really struggled with a viable solution to the problem at hand, and, you guessed it, the problem was in my hand, and I was jacking off behind the bougainvillea bush, under that bluest of blue skies lost in lust. I could feel the tension mounting, building up in my balls like I'd never felt before, and when I came, I swear it shot out a full six to eight inches! Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. I milked myself and had a few smaller spasms that resulted in smaller excretions, but that first blow was really something. I reached down and grabbed the hose and washed myself off, pulled on my shorts, and turned around and.... nearly bumped into the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. Yes, friends she was a redhead and even in that moment of flabbergasted excitement, was aware that she seemed vaguely familiar. Then the flash was gone, and I was standing there like a fish out of water, gulping for air, and something to say. A thousand thoughts going like crazy around my head - like, how long had she been there?

And like - Who is she, and where did she come from, and why is she here, and would she ever go out with me …. Well, you get the picture. And I took her in fully, and noticed she had camera around her neck, her beautiful, long, sensuous neck.

And maybe she had the picture, too.

"Uhh..." I stuttered.

"Great pictures" She said, hefting the camera.

"Uhhh...." I stammered.

"The view," she said, indicating the harbour.

"Oh, yeah..." I agreed, waving at the scenery around us.

"... The harbour.” And what else, I wondered to myself.

"I'm looking for the manager." She said.

"You're looking at him," I answered. No flies on me.

I half-turned away, and did a quick check on my better half, and lo and behold, if he hadn't shrunk out of sight!

"Anything wrong?" She pried.

"Ha, well.. Just making sure nothing is." I flashed her smile, and remember thinking that if she had seen anything, well, this being the free and easy eighties, and Aussies in general being pretty liberal minded, then.... what's going to happen?

Will she call the vice squad? Here's this pervert jacking off in the middle of his garden. Then the thought came that as I was partially hidden, she must've been spying, so how would that sound at the inquest? But, on to other matters.

"I'm Lee. How can I help you?"

She held her hand out, long slim well formed fingers. I took it, and was surprised at how well she gripped mine, like a man and not the usual wet-mop handshake of a woman.

"I'm Raquel Morrison" (She pronounced it like "Rock-ell)

"I bet you get called ‘Rocky’ a lot, don't you?" I asked trying to keep the conversation light.

"As a matter of fact, yeah" She said, and I noticed she had a firm, yet seductive voice to go with that great face and hair and yeah, a body made for a sex-fiend just like me. Just like me, hell. Made for me! She was giving me a sly know-it-all-smile.

"What?" I asked.

"How'd you know that?"

"What- that you'd be called "Rocky"?"

"Yeah?"

"Either that, or 'Red'", I answered. "And I figured you might be a bit sensitive of the latter, as I'm sure you've been called that all your life."

"Gawd, are you psychic or what?"

"No, but I could go for being your 'sidekick'", I answered, hoping she'd get the play on words.

I turned the water off, and grabbed the Canon off the chair.

"Me, too." I said, indicating it.

"Oh, great", she said. "Maybe we can compare shots." Oh, yeah, right, I thought. Oh YEAH!

"Well, how can I help you?" I asked her again.

She reached into her pocket and brought out an envelope and a business card which she passed to me . It identified her as co-editor at "Dolly" magazine.

"You sent in a letter a couple of months ago." she said. "Remember?"

And then it hit me. Of course, now I remembered where I had seen her before.

In Australia there are several adult contact mags ; One of the best known is called, simply, "Dolly" Don't ask me why. Suffice it to say, it was in one issue that she had been featured.

There had been an article supposedly 'written ' by this woman, with an accompanying pic of

her.

She wrote that she had trouble finding an understanding guy who wouldn't mind joining her on a jaunt to a sex club to see sex shows, and she also had trouble with potential dates when she came

on strong with them announcing her likes and expectations from them sexually.

The letter was very explicit, and I remember I had to stop and massage my ego several

times while reading it and looking at her picture. She was leaning up against the wall of (I guess) her apartment, with several sexual toys prominently displayed around her, and a large dildo in one hand. She had a helluva “Come-hither-and-fuck--me-if-you-dare” look on that fabulous face. I also

remember thinking, yeah, sure! Any guy I knew/know would jump at the chance to merely date her far less fuck her, so, ergo, the article had to be a plant, right? She was probably the best-looking secretary in the place, or a friend of the editor, or maybe they'd had a bad week for copy and needed a come-on (CUM-ON) story and actually went out and hired an actress-model and came up with the story themselves. It's been done, let me tell you. So, the question was - was she for real; was the article for real? Being the adventurous sort, and having a bit of a way with words, I sat down and composed a letter to this woman.

In that letter, I poured my heart out, telling her that if I ever had a girl like her, she'd never have to worry about her feeling or her desires, etc., I told her she was every man's wet dream come true, or at least this one's as far as I was concerned, and if there was any possible way we could meet, I could promise her she'd never regret it, and would be walking bandy-legged for months. Well, you get the idea. I knew it was all a come-on, but I was curious to see what kind of response I'd get as a reply -if at all any. I also included a picture of me - yeah, one of "those" kind. Well, it was one of "those" kinds of mags wasn't it? And I reckoned, if I qualify with the written word, I might as well insure it with what ever other "talent" I possessed. And anyhow, I had been toying with the idea of placing an ad, so maybe this would do if it got approved and printed. I couldn't honestly say whether I expected a reply, or if I got one, whether it'd be another stock reply composed by the editorial staff -some kind of form letter -

"Dear Respondent, We are sorry to report..." etc., etc. Well, I didn't even get an acknowledgement, and so it had somewhat ceased to be the foremost thought in my head, and receded to the far recesses of what passes for my brain, and stayed there, every once in a while to be dragged forth as a fantasy when I wanted or needed the stimulation. And now she was standing in front of me, the very woman I'd fantasized about for months, and had written to and never heard anything from in return. What had it been - nearly four months? Something like that. She opened the manila envelope and withdrew the very magazine, opened it to the exact page/ article. "Remember this?" she asked, unembarrassed. I had to smile. I liked her forthrightness. And if she was going to be that direct, then I was willing and able to match her. "Yes, I do. And I also recollect writing to let you know that there are considerate guys out there, and that this one in particular would consider you a Gift from God.

"But I never even got the courtesy of a reply from you guys. Not that I was really expecting anything, but..." I ended lamely. "Well then, thanks for writing," she said, replacing the mag in the envelope, and it in turn back in her purse. "I'm here in person to award you your prize."

"Prize? What prize?"

She struck a pose, flashed a wicked grin, and exclaimed,"Tah-Da!" Me, agape: "You're the prize?"

"As well as a night at sex club, with a show, dinner and all the accoutrements, courtesy of the management and staff of the mag." I was surprised .I was also delighted, dumbstruck, and- happy- as –all-get-out.

"Wow!" was all I could muster.

"Yeah, well since the article we got so many responses...we were swamped. And we decided to turn it into a competition, and we read and re-read all the responses, and decided to give the prize to what we considered the best response. It really took us all this time to whittle it down to the best. Everybody at the mag went through the letters - and some were outrageously gross, others sad, badly written, we got it all. But then we exchanged and recommended the ones we liked, so we all got to read them - I've already said that haven't I? Well, it was done as democratically as possible."

"I didn't even think the story was legit, to tell you the truth."

"Then why did you respond?"

That got me. I guess I'd hoped that maybe, just maybe it all was true. I told her so.

"You, and about five thousand other guys."

"That many? Really?"

"Well, it seemed like it when we were reading through them. Most weren't well-written, and they had even worse reasons for meeting me. You know all the usual stuff that horny guys want to do to women. To satisfy themselves- Nothing that really satisfies a girl. At least yours was well composed, and romantic - especially the poem. I think that nailed it for you. I know it did for me."

"Thanks", I smiled in reply. "Where did you find the poem?"

"It's an original - I wrote it.”

She lowered her eyes, somewhat demurely, and whispered, "I thought so."

"Did you have the final say?"

"Yes, the editor allowed me that, as I was laying my body on the line, if you'll pardon the pun, as they say."

"And it's quite a body, if I do say so myself" I replied. “And one helluva prize. And you’re mine, right?"

"Right! Oh and there's one more thing" She rummaged in her purse once again, and whipped out another smaller, business-size envelope. She handed it to me. "I'm also your new tenant."

I quickly scanned it - she was indeed the new resident in the vacancy that was across the hall from me, at the front/back end, with the same view as mine, out across the harbour.

"I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone, thought I'd drop in to meet you and see if I could store some stuff before I move in next week. I'm your new tenant in B"

And like that I just knew we were destined to be two. Two-gether.

"So you're the 'R. Morrison1 I've been warned about"

"Warned about?" She looked at me gravely. "That sounds ominous."

"Wrong word," I apologized, "Told to be on the look out for and to offer every available assistance in the interim -How's that?"

"Better,” she said with a smile on her face that lit up everything around it, including me. Hell, it made me on fire.

I just knew that there’d be more than just a one-night prize.

"Well, unfortunately, the person living in "B" is still in there, so you won't be able to put anything in there, or see it, but there's plenty of room for storage in the garage, and also over there in the laundry room. I think you'll like it here, if I

say so myself. I take pretty good care of the place, and the rest of the tenants are very nice people. There's only four more excluding me and the person you're replacing in "B".

"It's a very friendly atmosphere, and we all rely on each other

to help."

"I'm sure I'll enjoy it, and I'm looking forward to moving in. When will that be? I was told that Steve, the guy in "B" was going to move out this week, then decided he'd wait till the end of the month."

You can't move in fast enough for me, I thought. Hell, move right in with me! Right now!!

But instead I told her, "Steve said he'd be out by the end of the week. Look, why don't I go get some shoes and pants on, and I'll help you move your stuff into storage, then when that's done, we can sit down and discuss your impending tenancy, okay?" She smiled that lazy, killer-smile of hers and said, simply, "Okay"

I gestured her ahead of me, and she climbed up the steps to the street, and let me tell you what a fine-bodied woman she was indeed.

She had the lithe figure of a dancer, or at least one who keeps a regular routine in a gym or with some form of exercise, for those long gams were well- honed, and her buttocks clinched and relaxed as she took the steps two at a time. Above that fantastic butt were a slim waist and a flat stomach. A straight, well-formed back with straight shoulders held proud breasts that wouldn't hold a pencil put under them. I'm telling you a sex-maniac's dream. And that face: remember Fred Astaire singing "Funny Face" to Audrey Hepburn in the darkroom, in the film of the same name?

That was the feeling I got when I looked at that fabulous face, and all the other parts of that fantastic package. Her ass was about two feet in front of me as we went up those stairs, and every inch of the way I was imagining my face up there between her cheeks probing that delightful part of her that I just knew would be like a sunset in Hawaii, or diving into Haleakala Crater during an eruption.

I led her down the corridor from the street into my apartment. "Excuse me while I change. Make yourself at home. Grab a drink if you want." I gestured at the kitchen. "There's beer and non­alcoholic stuff in the fridge." She complied and wandered into the "front" room as I call it, as it faces over the garden at the back of the building, but affords a great view of the harbor, as did the bedroom, which was reached through the kitchen. I closed the thru-door and shucked off my shorts, pulled on Levis and a shirt, and some sturdy shoes.

I’ve always had sensitive feet, especially my toes, and have learned the hard way that when carrying stuff never, never do such without foot protection.

I came back out and she was standing sipping a beer and gazing out at that great view. She didn't hear me, and I was thoroughly taken with that pose, backlit as she was by the reflected light coming through the window. I looked around for my camera, and quickly focused and snapped a couple of shots.

That brought her out of her reverie. "What are you doing?"

"I just had to get that pose. You were a thousand miles away."

"I was just appreciating what you've got here,” she said gesturing around and finishing by facing out over the harbour.

"Well, you're gonna have it too, soon." I reminded her.

I took the beer from her and took a swig. She didn't complain. I tasted the faint taint of her lipstick, like a chaste kiss, the aftertaste of a sweet promise. I handed it back to her, and she finished it with gusto.

"Can't let the hired help get drunk," she teased. She pointed out the door. "Move, slave."

"Slave?" I feigned surprised. "And we've only been introduced."

We went out and she pulled her car up to the driveway, and we unloaded her stuff and stored it in the garage above what eventually would be her space. It was secure as the garage was down near the garden, and the storage spaces had good bolts and locks on them.

I gave her the key, and we returned to my apartment where I typed up a note to leave on Steve‘s door informing him that his space, which he had never used anyway, was being used.

Then I got out her lease form and we went over the usual stuff, and she quickly perused them, and we acknowledged that it was the usual do's and don’ts and she said she'd like to give it to her lawyer, and that he'd check it and she was sure everything would be okay. That's how things are done in the land down-under.

The legalities over, I went into the kitchen and pulled another couple of beers from the fridge, handed her one.

"So you work for "Dolly" - have you always been in the writing biz, or did you model before that?"

"I did some modeling ads", she replied.

"What kinda ads?"

"Oh, you know - the usual. Women’s wear, bathing suits, that kinda stuff."

"Under-wear? Nudes?"

"Sure", she dismissed the subject. "I started off at fourteen, and it's all part of the scenario - most models and photogs have seen it all. They're quite professional about it all -either accept it as it is or you'll have to get into another

profession. They don't make a big thing of seeing a bare boob or bum. I've seen more variations and sizes of privates than you could shake a stick at - Big, long, fat, thin, bare, shaved, plucked, plumed, and shaped. You name it, I've seen it.” She shrugged, and indicated the picture of her in the mag article.

"Doing that was no big deal. Just part of the job"

"Well I hope for your sake that it's not a required part to keep your job." I said.

She looked at me, and her deep blue eyes took on a gelid quality that froze me on contact.

"What I do with this body is my business, and no one tells me. I have never fucked anybody for a job or given any other sexual favor to male or female in return for anything on the job.”

"Well, " I mumbled, trying to save grace, and make up for what I considered a gaffe, "I only meant that as far as I'm concerned you're a very attractive girl and any normal, red-blooded man would probably have a hard time being around you in -your knickers.” As I said it, I knew I had set up a classic punch line, and she capped it: "Any man would have a hard time being around me in my knickers" And with that we both exploded in laughter, in my case I had just swallowed and it came shooting out my mouth and nose, and I gagged. She howled with laughter, and I knew that her sense of humour was akin to mine. She put down her beer, and ran into the kitchen and came back with a towel and began patting me dry. And that's how it happened - the first kiss, that tentative time we all look forward to, yet somehow try to sidestep as we want it to be "right". The "right" place, the "right" mood, music, and atmosphere. So much goes into setting it up, that most of the time we are so wound up with trepidation we miss the opportunity or blow it. But now, everything seemed to jell - it was "right" for us - well, right for me anyway. She was patting my chest dry, and working her way down over my wet stomach and looked at the bulge that was stretching my

Jeans and she hesitated, and I saw the tip of her pink tongue come out and lick her lips. I reached down with my hand and placed it under her chin, and ever so fucking slowly lifted that gorgeous face up to me. She followed, and literally swooned into my arms. I wrapped her in my embrace and held her tightly, then cupping her face; I lowered my lips to hers, and kissed her so ever so-fuckingly softly - a gentle caress, like an intro­duction sort of, teasingly, yet with a determination and promise of things to come. I swept her up into my arms and turned toward the bedroom, and she just looped her arms around my neck, and nuzzled my neck. I had taken no more than a couple of steps before she realized what was about to happen and reacted. She pulled away, letting her arms drop from around my neck, and wriggling free.

"Whoa, waitaminnit!" She said. I let her go, and she stood in front of me straightening herself. "I thought...." I started to say.

"Yeah, well...I...whew!" she stammered. We both were feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Maybe I overreacted," I offered, "But I thought.... Believe me I don't ....ahh, shit-I'm sorry."

"No, please," she said, reaching for and holding my hand. "I just don't feel ready yet. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, I know we were both overcome there, and I promise you I feel the way you do, and I'd like to, you seem like a nice gentle person, and....Gad! listen to me..." She shook herself like a dog, ran her hands through her hair. She backed away then. "Listen, one of us has to think with a head other than that at the end of your penis. I'm not a prude. . . I already said that... I just want to get to know you a little better, okay?" As frustrated as I felt, I too, felt it was a good decision. For more than anything, I really wanted this to work: I wanted her carnally, sure - but I also felt that she could be the one! As such, I wanted to do whatever I could to preserve and nurture the relationship.

"Sure,” I said "I think you're probably right. We both need to back off a bit."

"Uh, huh"

"So, what d'you want to do...? Meet like Gary Grant and Deborah

Kerr did in’ An Affair to Remember'? Say next month at the top

of Sydney Tower?" I asked, half in jest.

She smiled, so at least she still thought I had a sense of humor,

and so did she, I remember thinking.

"Well, seeing as how I should be living here by that time, I

think that would be really going to extremes. Let's just see

each other next week, okay...?" That a bit tentatively from her.

"Okay" somewhat less tentatively from yours truly.

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And now it was the day she was supposed to move in, and I was up on the roof again, touching up the spots I had missed last week.

Only this time, I had brought my camera up with me in its bag, so that I was prepared for any good shots that might present themselves. And what happened that afternoon up there on that hot roof is the stuff that fiction is made of. Hot doesn't do it justice, either. I know that what I am about to relate reeks of fantasy, and even the past few paragraphs tend to tug at the realm of probability. I mean how often does one get to meet a woman who advertises in a man's magazine? I know a lot of guys’ dream of just such a happenstance, and wish they could but how often does it actually happen? I'm not talking about answering an ad, or placing one, and matching up that way. I'm talking about doing what I did, and actually meeting the gal. Okay, a kind of side-bar, here - you've been reading this exploit for quite a few pages now, and apart from some teasing there's been little mention of or description of sex, and that's what this story is supposed to be all about. Well, friends, that aspect of it is about to begin, and believe me, stick with it, for it is going to be good. And yes, it is with my favorite redhead, and others as you will see.

So, here I was again up on that hot, sticky roof and getting hotter and thirstier by the second. Time for a beer. So I scooted back down, and as I descended the ladder, my eye caught a movement behind the curtained window of what was now Rocky's apartment. I was kind of surprised, as I had expected her to maybe contact me if she moved in. But that initial feeling of hurt was quickly dissipated when I made out what was happening.

As her apartment was next to mine, on the same level, we had virtually

the same floor plan. The afternoon sun shone in her window,

and between the slight breezes blowing the curtains, I detected

movement in the bedroom. I rummaged in my bag for my camera, and brought it up to my eye. It had automatic focus and a 300mm lens, so I was able to get a good view. And man, what a view it was: there Rocky was, spread eagled out on a low-back chair,

masturbating. I nearly fell off the ladder! I quickly shot some . She was looking at a picture in her hand, concentrating on it as she brought herself off. As she orgasmed, she let the picture fall from her hand, to concentrate on her cumming, and as she did, she

brought her legs up, and squeezed her hand between her thighs, and gasped and shuddered. Then she lay there, spread-eagled again, limp and exhausted. I was limp and exhausted just from watching her. All except one part of me, and that dear friends,

was far from limp, let me tell you.

She languidly shoved herself up out of the chair, and wandered out of sight, and my attention focused back onto that picture lying on the floor.

I tried to focus my camera on it, but the angle it was lying at made seeing what the subject matter was difficult. As I was about to give up, she wandered in again with a towel, drying

herself off. She draped it around her shoulders, and bent down and picked up the photo. She held it up in front of her and gazed longingly at it, then she kissed it, and laid it down

on the chair.

This time the angle was perfect and I quickly focused and when I finally saw the subject matter, I really had to grab the ladder to prevent my falling off in shock.

It was me! Actually, a very prominent part of me.

And you know which part.

It was my cock, in all its glory with my fingers barely showing. So she had seen me jacking off that day in the garden, and had in fact taken pictures. I wondered just how many she's taken, and whether she'd actually got me cumming-I'd like to have some of those shots, myself.

Well now, this opened up all sorts of possibilities. She had pictures of me, and I had some of her, plus that article. And now she was here, in my apartment complex and we had (tentatively) indicated that we were interested in each other. What the hell was happening

here, I remember thinking. It all sounded too bizarre and the

machinations of some sex nut on steroids. But it was happening!

Strange as it seemed, it was happening. What if she'd been sent by the magazine to do a "follow-up" expose on the erotic fantasies on your (not-so) average Aussie male? Was this all a "set-up"? A set-up for what, though? Was she vice? Again- why? The questions buzzed around my head, and seemed to have no answers. The only facts were: she was here, she liked sex, she had indicated by word and gesture she liked me, she had just finished masturbating to my cock-picture. What did all that say?

And how, you may ask, was I sure it was my cock? Well, I have

a slight discolouration on my cock-head that is quite distinguishable.

Nothing off-putting, just more a blemish, if you will, but- oh yeah, it was me all right in that picture, make no mistake.

So, it seemed to me that destiny had brought us together. Or our combined erotic fantasies. So what if she had bagged an assignment from the "Rosie" editorial staff. So what if this all was a grand expose on the erotic fantasies of Australia's male population, and they had actually read my letter, and decided

to put her in the field to follow-up. If nothing else, I was due to get some good fucking, according to my way of thinking.

She was a genuine redhead, enjoyed sex, and was interested in me! And I was not going to impede that assignment in any way, shape or form.

So, the assignment was: Operation Redhead/"Rosie" and how to assist her without making it seem like too easy an assignment.

Not that I was a pushover - Oh, no! If there was ever a male counterpart to the word "round heels" describing an easy female, I was it. Therefore, to work. I scooted down the ladder, and dashed into my apartment. I phoned for some flowers, and then the local bottle shop for a bottle of their best champers. I then composed a note and when the flowers arrived, I asked the young girl if she'd mind putting it with the flowers and deliver them to the apartment down the hall from mine. She looked at me kind of

funny, but when I handed a five dollar tip, she practically dashed down the hall.

The note simply asked Rocky if she'd be free for dinner.

Next day, I arranged with a friend who owned a catering business to set up a really nice dinner for us at my place. As I hadn't seen Her for a couple of days, other than her coming and going, we hadn't really talked or made any plans, so I hoped by taking the bull by the horns like this, she would be socially available on the night I chose, and I left a formal invitation with a single white rose at her door. She was delighted with the idea when she called later to confirm, and we agreed on 9p.m.

I left some books with my photos on the coffee table. The arrangement was helter-skelter, some with views of different places, people, girls, and then more girls and less places, and more with girls with less on, until the pictures were of a definite "natural" look. I was prominently featured as well but nothing really outrageous, just cock and pussy shots. Some of a couple of girls peeing. Some mild "kissy" shots. You know the type - that'd ensure page turning but not shock at this stage. And among those girly shots, I included hers. I must admit to some feeling of Devil-May-Care. But above all, I really wanted this woman - totally. The scene was set: nice setting, dim lighting, and cool jazz on the stereo, good food, a drop of the old plonk, and two mutually attracted and att­ractive consenting adults.

The doorbell chimed and I let her in. "Right on time." I said. I always come on time", she replied, then realizing the way that sounded, blushed and stammered, .."I mean..."

"It's all right", I assured her,” you don't have to explain. You're not here to pass any test. You've already made the grade. This is just an evening of relaxation, to enjoy each other's company and get to know one another a bit better. Okay...? I promise I won't bite...until I'm asked" It was as old a joke as....well. But she smiled anyway, and came in, both hands behind her back. Now she brought them forward. One had a good bottle of wine, the other a manila envelope. I took them from her and put them both down on the coffee table by THE BOOK! I turned to face her again, and she still had her arms out, widespread now, inviting. She came at me in sections. She was like a jellyroll on springs, a walking fluidity that Roget couldn't put a name to. Every young boy's fantasy come to life. She flicked off her shoes and rubbed her bare feet into my shag rug. I didn't have to remind myself this was one very sen­suous woman. I didn't have to, but what the hell- I did. And that she was in MY apartment inviting, ME into her arms, and what else I hoped?

"Let's dance," she purred, in a voice that sent shivers up and down my spine like a cat walking on piano keys. "I'm not that good..” I began, hoping I'd not have to keep pace with her to the calypso beat that was throbbing out of the stereo. As I hesitantly stepped close to her, the music changed to a slower, more melodic and danceable (for me, anyway) tune, and we lost ourselves in the music, the mood, and the atmosphere. We stayed and swayed through two more "slowies", as I nuzzled her ear and breathed in the heady aroma of her perfume. A perfume that for me has been a favorite for years: Rive Gauche. The twinkling lights of the city across the harbour along with the flickering candles, the heady atmosphere, her close­ness, the music, were all steering me in one direction. I hoped they were steering her in the same direction. At times like these, reality usually sticks it ugly head in, and true to form, it did! The music changed, and I begged off.

"Besides", I protested, “The food's getting cold." She sat where I guided her, and I opened the wine she'd brought and we toasted.

"To what?" I asked. And she couldn't have uttered more needed or appreciated words when she answered as I hoped she would: "Us."

Was all this going too fast, I wondered? I hardly knew anything about her, or she me. I only knew I had a helluva hard-on for her. But was that enough to sustain a relationship? Is it ever? Was she just going to be another notch on the old pecker? I really hoped not. For I truly believed this was the lady I'd been awaiting.

Sounds of appreciation emanated from her. "Oh, this salad...mmrnm. ... Oh, the fish is superb...the shrimp...What a pleasant way to spend an evening....Good food...good company....a good wine....music.... What's for dessert?” This last with a twinkle in her eye and a throaty chuckle.

We eyed each other over the coffee, the candlelight adding to the already heady atmosphere.

"I guess I'm dessert, huh?" she said innocently, yet with an earthiness that I found appealing. "I'd better put out after all this, or you'll think I'm the biggest prick-tease, won't you?"

So okay, that was running through my mind.

"You don't have to do anything. This wasn't a bribe. I didn't invite you over for any­thing except dinner, good company and conversation."

Yeah, sure! And yet - I really didn't want her to put out, just to put out.

Does that make sense? Yes, of course I wanted to fuck her brains out, but I wanted to do it with her not to her. Not just because she felt obligated. And so I told her that. She just looked dumbfounded at me for a minute - I swear - just looked at me. Then she was so quiet that I didn't really notice at first that she was crying. I leaned toward her, reached out and captured a tear on my finger. I brought it to my lips and licked it. She reached for my hand and pulled her­self up to me.

"Man, you really must be one hell of a writer, or you really know the way into a woman's heart. Those are the nicest words anyone's ever said to me. I...I know this may sound crazy, because we haven't really known each other all that long, but I feel I could be falling for you rather hard." Then she made a fist and pounded the table. "SHIT!...SHIT!....SHIT!! I vowed never to say those words to a man again. They only take advantage of the way you feel."

She glowered at me now, ashamed and angry that she'd bared her soul to me.

I pulled her to me, placed my fingers under her chin, tipped her perky, tear-stained, snub-nosed face up. And ever-so-fuckingly-slowly kissed her full, beautiful, rounded lips. I lingered over that kiss. A soft, gentle, tender, yet oh-so-fuckingly-promising kiss that I just knew was right. You know that fan-fucking-tastic feeling you get when you abso-fucking-lutely know you're firing on all cylinders, sliding into home, and making all the right moves? Well, friends, that was the feeling. I just knew she was mine. And for all the right reasons. All those lonely nights, all those lousy dates, all the one-night stands - still she was there, now - limp, and yet somehow mysteriously responsive in my arms, awaiting my word. I pulled slowly back, and looked her directly in the eyes. Eyes that were like liquid emerald pools, eyes that beckoned, that teased, that said, "Drink of me, dive into me, I will wash away all your worries" Eyes that hypnotized me. Eyes that were wide and innocent, or half-closed with passion, as now, hiding their mysterious and tantalizing depths. Willing her to believe every word I uttered, I said:" I'm not those other men. I value your friendship, and I value your honesty. I think I loved you the moment I set eyes on you, and I never thought I'd ever have a chance of merely kissing you, far less have any intimacy with you. But first I've got something to confess."

I went to the coffee table and picked up THE BOOK!

She stopped me and reaching for the envelope said, "No. Me first -I feel obligated - after all this - and besides I kinda feel like a rat. I hope you'll forgive me."

I looked at her puzzled.

"Okay", she said. "I know you're probably asking yourself what the hell's going on." She opened the envelope and pulled out some pictures, four 8 x 10's - of me!

I must admit I was flattered. I said as much.

"Look, I know it looks and sounds crazy," she began, "but you really turned me on! I saw you that day, and was just taking some pictures around the place- as I told you, later- but when you peeled off and I saw your ... your ... penis ... then you started masturbating...!I just kept shooting and shooting ... and ..."

"And you caught me shooting and shooting." I laughed pointing to the incriminating and propulsive evidence. I must admit she had got some extremely good cum shots of my spraying. I remembered how turned on I was that day, and how surprised I was at the load I ejaculated.

Seeing it in living color (so to speak) brought back the feeling and I felt myself getting hard.

"No, I really don't mind. I'm just relieved that you've got an open mind about such stuff, and didn't report me to the cops, or something. I don't normally go around jacking-off in the open like that, and if you recall my telling you, I didn't think you were home. No one usually is during the day." Then taking the lead: "You're not disturbed about that incident, and obviously don't object to pictures, so now it's my turn. Open the book." She did as instructed, and a slow grin came over her face. "Have any more of you?" She asked.

"Why look at those, when you can see the real thing?"

She lifted her eyes, and stared at the bulge. I could see the effect in her eyes and breathing. She was hooked; or perhaps, as she had admitted in attitude and admission, she was a voyeur, like myself, and enjoyed an open, honest attitude toward sex.

"Keep looking", I instructed her as she kept flipping pages, noticing the subject matter was getting more and more provocative. No adverse comments from her, if anything she was admiring the different shots, noting that none seemed "staged" for the camera.

Then she came to her pictures and actually said, "What a great pussy shot..." Then it dawned, and she gave out a surprised gasp. "How the hell..." and, "No wonder you were so understanding..." Then accusingly, "How the hell did you get those, mister, and why'd you take them?"

I pointed to the picture-within-the-picture. "Whose cock is that you're jacking-off to? Look, darling- no one's to blame in this. If there is any blame, put it on society which dictates that men and women have to do certain things, behave certain ways, and say certain things. All too often, by the time we observe all those restrictions, we've lost what little chance for happiness we may have had. Who says these pictures are wrong? Did I hurt you? No! Did I invade your privacy...? Well, okay- in this case maybe I did technically, legally, but- were you coerced into posing like that? No! So what real harm did I do? If I hadn't shown you those, how'd you ever know I took them? Just like you with mine." I had to get that in! "How many people have taken innocent shots of strangers or people at beaches, in parks, on the street, kissing, or fondling, or even ass-grabbing? If the subjects don't see the camera and demand the film, what harm is done? It's the same here- only we both know each other - we've shown that we both enjoy this type of stimulation, and we can be honest with each other. I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to a long and stimulating relationship."

She looked at me with those Crème-de-Menthe eyes, and just as sincerely, replied, "You've managed to say exactly what I've been feeling. I'm sorry I accused you. You're right, I started it. But I was...am... really turned on by you...your ...cock. It's so big!" Then, realizing what she'd been saying, "Listen to me...telling a man about the size of his cock, and what a turn-on it is for me." She threw her hands up in anguish.

"I think you're looking for guidance, M'dear." I said mock-patronizingly. I stood her up, patted her on her fine rump, and pointed her to the bedroom. "That's the way. The bathroom's in there, too." She merely shook her head in amazement. "Do you read minds, too?" "Only one's as dirty as mine," I grinned, "Get in there!" I mock-growled.

"Oh, yes Master...." she gasped, running out of the dining room. Then, over her shoulder, "....BATER!"

I gave her a few minutes alone as I cleared the table and stashed the dishes in the washer, turned down the stereo, and brought the candles and wine into the bedroom. She had pulled the cover off the bed, and was perched awaiting my arrival. I excused myself, went into bathroom and returned with a packet. "Do I need these?"

"Only if you have a social disease," she answered, "I've been fixed" I placed them on the bureau, and stepped out of my skivvies, and turned to face her with all of my 9 ½” pointing like a hound at bay. She reached out for me and led me to her.

"Come here", I said and urged her out of bed. "I want to look at you with the lights on." I gazed in awe at utter paradise - a beautiful red-haired pussy, the color of golden-red cornfields. She stood facing me, proud breasts jutting out straight at me. If you put a pencil under those, it'd drop, that's how firm and luscious, they were. Her smooth skin flowed gently down into the slight pubic mound that I licked my lips over. As I dropped to my knees in supplication before that delicious dessert, she put one hand on my head, holding me back, while she covered her cunt with the other.

"What's this...?" I stammered, "I thought you wanted this...?"

"I do..." she admitted, haltingly,” It’s just..." She seemed somewhat embarrassed. She gave a long sigh.

Oh, Fuck! I thought, please, not now. Not another prick-tease, after all this. Please, God, she's so beautiful and I want her, so bad!

Another deep breath, then: “I'd better explain"

"That'd be nice." I grumbled noticing my cock beginning to lose interest.

"I have something unusual," She began, somewhat hesitatingly.

Part of me wanted to yell at her in frustration, call her everything

in the book for being such a tease, flip her over, and the-hell-with

whatever-she-had-unusual, and fuck her and get it over with, then

discuss it.

But my other head, the thinking one, finally got the message through, that this might be significant.

Still keeping that beautiful thatch covered, she sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. Whatever frustration and anger I had was now diminishing (along with my hard-on) She noticed, and reached for me.

"Don't worry, Darling," she purred. "You'll get what you want. I just want to make you aware of something."

“Okay, what? I know you’re not a man.”

"You've got a right to be annoyed with me, and I should be the one apologizing. But it was nice you did. Most Aussie men wouldn't have. But, I know, you're not like most men, that's what I like about you. So...I want to be completely honest with you, especially in sex, because it's so important to me, and from what I've gathered, to you too. No, I am not a hermaphrodite, but you might consider what I have close to it. Do you know what an elongated clitoris is?" As she spoke, she withdrew her hand away from that red-gold treasure trove, and I'll be damned if her clit didn't peek out, its beautiful little pink head free and clear of the springy bush surrounding it.

"Oh, GAWD! What have I done to deserve this?" I cried as I gazed in respect at it. "It's beautiful...it's like a baby carrot... it’s like a little cock." I was grappling for the correct words to express my appreciation, my admiration, my pleasure.

"I can't wait to get my mouth around that!"

I was like a kid in a candy store. I didn't await her approval; I just dove right in, lifting her legs up, and burrowing my face deep in her cleft. I balanced her back on the edge of the bed, and shoved my tongue up, up, up, inside that indescribably delicious cunt.

I licked, sucked, tickled, probed, and kissed it. I rolled her slick slender clit around my tongue. First softly, gently and lovingly. Then hard, and long. I stiffened my tongue and ran its tip from the bottom of her clit up along the tender shaft to its tip, almost akin to licking a cock from its balls to the head. For in essence, that's what I was doing to her. If her clit was any longer, it could indeed have been a small boy's cock. I looked at it, bright, shiny, and slick among the red-gold hairs, a good two inches in length, and as slim as my little finger. No where as long or as thick as my own ass-buster, which was now stretching for ten inches, but I could see where an uneducated lout might not appreciate what that extra appendage could add to enjoyment and make an inappropriate comment. That was his loss- and my gain. And with the help of all the Gods, I intended to do what ever it took to keep this rare and beautiful treasure all to my eager little self. God, it was delicious; what a total turn-on! Pretty soon, she was writhing and bucking, pushing her slick, mashed muff back in my face, paroxysm of pleasure racking her body. Again, she pushed me away. Between gasps, she blurted, "Wa...watch...watch me..

And, Christ, another miracle: she actually spurted her juice out of her cunt! Her spasms were so powerful, and her flow so profuse, I thought at first, she was peeing

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to catch some of the liquid. It was definitely cunt-juice. She could ejaculate!

She was a SQUIRTER! Would wonders never cease? I lapped up that delicious, life-sustaining, youth-prolonging, precious elixir. I had died and gone to pussy-heaven as far as I was concerned. I had heard of such a phenomenon, of course, but had never thought in my wildest dreams (and I've had some pretty wild ones!) that I'd ever experience such in real life. But now I was living those dreams.

She spasmed four really hard ones, each spurting out of her like a hard short piss, spraying over my eager, open mouth and face. One actually hit my thorax, and caused me to gag, but I recovered quickly and buried my face in her snatch, licking it, rubbing my face in its slickness, breathing in its aroma, feeling its soft, lush growth. Like a bee to a flower's pollen. Only this flower resembled my favorite orchid: Rycholelica Digbyana, which actually does look like a beautiful dewy cunt. (Look it up if you don't believe me!)

Like the bee, I was gonna be trapped in its well-spring of fluids in its interior...but what a way to go...!

"Aaaarrrrggghhhh GAWWWDDDD!!" she groaned, still spasming, although

to a lesser degree now. Her little cock was still rigid, and she reached down to begin playing with it. I pulled back to observe and enjoy the show. "Oh, yeah, babe that looks great. Keep it up!" I urged as I looked around for my camera, grabbed it and clicked off a few shots.

No comment from her. Great! She was truly a guy's (wet) dream-girl

She arched her back and groaned with pleasure as she began cumming again.

The bed cover underneath her buttocks was soaking, so prodigious was her flow. Her inner thighs were sleek with her fluids. I got a great shot of her clit, stretching proud and tall between the golden heather, a monument to the cave of pleasure it stood over.

I mean, God, could you believe it? And it was all mine! I had to make long, hard, deep, slow, fast, wet, prolonged love to that exotic growth, again, and again, and again.

I quickly checked the exposure on the camera, and took a couple more beautiful close ups.

Now she spread her lips apart, and dipped a finger into the pink wet recesses

of her pleasure pit.

"Stay in that position, hon. It's great for what I have in mind."

She just purred and smiled a sly know-it-all-smile. I licked my index finger, and dropped down in front of her again. I slowly inserted my finger in her little pucker hole. She flinched slightly, saying, "Do you think you'll fit?"

"Do you mind?" I countered, “I’ve got to get up your asshole. Keep playing with yourself, and together we'll get it to relax."

She smiled even more, and continued playing with herself, while I exchanged

my finger for my tongue and probed and licked. I inserted my first and second finger into her cunt to get them well and truly slicked.

I reinserted both dripping fingers back up her asshole, then back out again,

as I replaced them once again with my tongue, all the while marveling at the view in front of me. I ran my tongue out and up into her snatch, gathering some of that rare and exquisite elixir to deposit it in her asshole as a lubricant. THREE fingers up that other hole, now! And suddenly it opened wide to me - I could actually see up inside it - dark, slick, but what a sight! I steadied myself, held my cock-head at the entrance, and pushed slowly in. She braced herself, lying back and spreading her legs, pushing herself forward. "I've never done this before" she said. Then suddenly I was sucked in like a vacuum, and all of my long, hard 9 ½” were imbedded firmly in her glove soft, tight-fitting, warm asshole. I looked at her, amazed. She had the biggest, fucking, shit-eating grin on her face.

"Gotcha!" she giggled. Now I stood up, and looping her legs over my arms, spread her legs wide apart, and began my slow, deliberate driving. I let her legs slide down my arms and grabbing her ankles now, her body forming a "V". At this point, I wasn't aware of how truly flex­ible she was, but I was beginning to get an idea. I never saw any indication of pain in her countenance, nor did she ever wince or shift in anguish. “Gawd, what a fantastic, fuck", I blurted, "What a tight beautiful asshole!"

"Thought I couldn't take it, huh?"

"Not sure...or if you were even approachable to anal. I’m no weenie"

"More like a Polish sausage!"

“ Well, how d'you feel about butt-fucking?"

"How d'you think I feel?"

"In this position...? Stuffed!" And we collapsed in giggles, and she wrapped her lithe, long legs around me and squeezed so hard, I couldn't draw a deep breath...

"My God, you're strong. I hope I don't ever give you an excuse to

do that for real."

"Keep doing what you're doing and you'll have nothing to worry about,

darling."

Her little "cock" was still erect, and my own Rambo slick and stiff with effort, as I plunged deep inside her rectum and my hands grabbed her firm buttocks.

"I'm...getting ready babe..." I panted, “Nearly..." and with that, I thrust my cock deep into her butt hole, lifting her buttocks up with my hands cupping those round, beautiful cheeks, driving my stiff rod up, up, up, into that delightfully tight, dark, vortex, shooting my molten liquid, like lava into the deep, close receptacle infusing her insides with a molten liquid conjured up by our own wondrous bonding.

It wasn't just my cum shooting up inside her special, precious hole, it was ours!

I'd never felt so close to a woman before. I attempted to explain it to her as we lay together afterward, entangled in each other.

"That is so special to me..." I began, not sure of how to go about explaining my feelings. "I mean, I really appreciate your opening your butt to me. But it's more than just another"hole" to fuck. To me..it's something else..." I finished rather lamely.

"Okay," I continued, as she looked at me askance, "Let me try again"

"Okay" she teased, and turned around, butt sticking up in the air.

I was beginning to see I'd have to watch my "P's" and "Q's” with this lady.

I smacked her butt, and even that elicited a joke response, as she pretended hot, wanton submission.

Finally I was able to get her quiet enough to try to get the explanation I was searching for originally.

"To me, butt-fucking is what it's all about. I feel that a cunt is for sucking, and a butt-hole is for fucking, and that when a woman allows a man to do that to her, she's

allowing him access to her very soul. It's a distinct privilege.

I mean, just about everybody can get up a snatch, but getting into a butt-hole is an advantage and joy, I'll always value."

She was the type of person, who knew how to accept a compliment, and pulled me to her, and kissed me deeply and passionately

"There's more where that came from, lover, and I know we've only begun to scratch the surface. I don't know about you, but you're just what I've needed for a long time."

"Well, I haven't exactly been the life of the party around here.”

"So you've been sublimating too, huh?" She grabbed my right hand and scrutinized the palm. "You must be a real pro; no calluses."

We both laughed at that.

"That's another thing I love about you", I said, "You're so open-minded about sex."

"I love it. I saw how people use it as a weapon against others they supposedly "love", and I swore at an early age that if I ever found someone who showed the slightest bit of interest in me, that I'd do my damdest to never use sex

in that way. I mean, if it’s the best thing between two people, how the fuck can they use it to hurt each other?"

"Woman, where the hell have you been all my life?"

"Oh, I grew up in Mudgee, spent years in Melbourne....'

I grabbed her and began smothering her with kisses. Then seriously, I said, "Well, as we both noted," I said, putting her hand on my cock, "I have a rather formidable weapon to contend with. The few women I've dated in the past could hardly take me up their cunts far less anally, so the matter would've probably freaked them out. They'd usually end up jacking me off."

"And", I continued, "Howcum you did, and didn't?"

"Take you up the ass, and didn't freak about it?"

"Something like that"

"Well, during my brief tenure as a wannabe ballet dancer, I saw too many of those fairy-boys back stage. In and out of compromising positions. I got so used to seeing big cocks that when I saw my first "normal" sized one, I thought my

date was abnormal, and ended up laughing in his face. God, what an embarrassment that was!"

"More for him than you." I interjected.

"Oh, the poor dear. Even after I tried explaining to him, he had the hardest time believing me and trying to get hard. I really had to help him."

"Then he had the hardest time, if what we've just had is any indication."

"You keep saying the nicest things." She stroked my penis, and leaned forward and down to lick it, drawing her tongue along its hardening length, and probing my urethral opening with the point of her hard tongue. She drew the head in and ran her tongue around it. Then she swallowed, and taking me out, smacked her lips loudly, smiling, "Mmmmm delicious!"

I stroked her face, ran my fingers over that face, the fine jaw line, and up to her ear, around and into her hair. I wanted to, needed to possess her very soul, her whole being.

I loved touching her, just being in her presence. I inhaled her scent, bathed in her glow. Was this how Bogey felt with Bacall? Nick with Nora Charles? Tracy with Hepburn?

She was slowly stroking me, keeping me half hard, molding me like

play-dough, as we talked, and explored each others history.

"So he was your first?" I queried.

"Yes, and he actually improved sexually and helped me appreciate

it too. He was a bit confused about his own sexual identity as

he came into the theatre right out of high school, so all the bally boys were hitting on him. When we got together we had a lot questions that needed answering, and we were both so curious that we seemed destined to find them out together.”

"And did you," I probed.

"Yep, and so anal was just one of the things I got used to, and accept as part of a normal curious and healthy interplay."

“But, if he only had a normal-size cock...?” I began.

"How'd I get used to something like the size of yours?" She smiled.

"Part of our interplay included lessons on everything available in toys, so naturally, we used dildoes, and... they hurt a bit. Then he told me about a devise that widened gradually and the idea was to wear it inside for longer periods until I got used to it."

"A butt-plug?" I asked again amazed at her honesty and curiosity.

"Most women would've run screaming away from any guy that asked them to try one of those." I laughed

"True,” she concurred. "But by now, I figured I had invested a lot of time in my relationship with Kev, and I was still a bit naive, but curiosity was pounding at my door, and I was turned on! I just wanted to learn all I could, and I trusted him, and I loved him, or so I believed, so when we started doing all this stuff, the porno mags, the videos, the toys, I just lay back and let it happen."

"Didn't you ever feel put upon?" I asked

"No never! I wanted to learn. I wanted to try everything. I remember reading an ad for a rare classic book that seemed to be an account of what I wanted to do, so I sent away for it. It was called,” The Story of '0'" And then, “Emmanuelle” Have you ever read them?"

"God, yes! You're right, both classics."

"So we read it together, and to the best of our ability, did what the heroine in the story did."

"Starting with the butt-plug?"

"Right. And you know the story. Each day a bigger, wider and longer plug is inserted. Even I was amazed that I could take it. Or that I even wanted too. I guess it was a little bit of ego on my part too. I wanted to,-needed to-prove that I was the modern answer to "0" in my own right. I got so used to having a butt-plug up my ass and doing everyday things like walking around with my butt stuffed, that when it wasn't was when it felt odd."

All this talk was taking its toll on me, and now I stood, once again proud and tall—ready for action.

"Well," I said, "You've come to the right guy, if you want your butt fucked regularly.”

I pulled her into position, on her knees this time, beautiful ass stuck up in the air.

I rubbed my plumb-red cock head up along her crack, lubricating it by inserting it into her wet cunt, probing the slick depths of that beautiful moist pleasure pit, then out again, running the full length along the golden-rusty furrow up between her well rounded gorgeous cheeks to kiss that precious little brown hole with my own cock hole. I brought my hands up and grabbed her around her well—formed hips - my thumbs naturally finding and sinking into the two identical dimples indented on either side of her spine at the bottom curve above her buttocks. What a logical place for such pleasure grips to be on such a beautiful woman. I steadied myself for that long, slow delightful plunge into extasy.

"You are going to give me that beautiful stiff cock up my pussy sometime, aren't you?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Oh, yeah, babe." I replied, "Don't you worry about that. You're gonna be walkin funny, but with the widest grin on your face. I just want some more of that fine sweet ass-hole."

I reached down, under her and played with her clit, and Man, did it ever feel like a small boy's cock. Slick and slim between my fingers. I marveled at how such a delightful find was all mine. I didn't know why or how, but I again thanked my lucky stars. She balanced herself and brought her hand up to cover mine. Inter­twining our fingers, we inserted them together into her moist depths and explored her hidden treasures: - her inner and outer lips, up to the very back of her cervix, in and out and all around. I brought our hands out and up in front of her face, inserting our slick fingers into her mouth where she licked and sucked her juices off. Then it was my turn and I replaced my fingers into her cunt and rubbed her beautiful proud clit between thumb and forefinger, collecting her precious overflow in the palm of my hand. Her flow was prodigious, and I brought the sweet elixir up to my face and breathed the heady aroma then lapped it like I was a man dying of thirst. And all the while, I was pumping my stiff cock in and up, up, up, that delicious, tight, form-fitting, cock-squeezing, pleasure hole. My cock was as hard and as long as one of those Maglite flash­lights, again, and it was trying to burst through her to invade the insides of her clit, to make it bigger and longer by fitting over my cock like a sheath. Now she moved, steadying herself as she wiggled forward. "Are you okay?" I asked, concerned. "Yeah," she panted, "I just want to try something". And she edged over to the edge of the bed, and keeping me imbedded, dropped her hands and upper body off the bed. I grabbed her hips to steady her and myself. Now I was over her, penetrating her deeper than in the old style "Doggie" butt-fuck. I guess you could call this a "barrow" style. To get an even better control and balance, I moved first one hand then the other down to her knees and cupped them, as she once again steadied herself on stiffened arms on the floor. How I wished we had had a photographer to capture that position as I gazed at our frenzied reflections in the closet mirror.

Seeing "another couple" - the reflections going at it like gangbusters, added to the atmosphere, and it didn't take me long, as I began to gasp and gather myself for the final plunge. She, too, quivered in anticipation.

"I want to spray on you..." I gasped, pulling my throbbing cock out, and milking it.

"Oh, yes..." she gasped, "On my Butt..."

I guided my long, slick, hard cock, holding back the flow for a second as I positioned myself.

Just in time, I guided the thick soup as it squirted out onto her beautiful well-formed buttocks, spurting over that special area that was now matted, smashed flat, rivulets of my dripping cum mixing with her own precious fluids. I was fifteen again, and I was cumming a river. I just couldn't stop. A second, thinner stream squirted out over her lower back and a third albeit smaller load spurted from my still hard man-handler, adding to the mess already dribbling down over her butt and inner legs. Wanting to satisfy her vaginally, now I inserted my fingers and found her cunt to be very accessible, and easy to penetrate. My whole fist slipped in to the wrist. I twisted it around inside her, my knuckles kneading her cervix. She moaned and moved in extasy. Dribbles of my cum mingled with hers and dripped onto the bedspread.

It was like a midden now, and the room reeked of sweat and sex. That heady, sweet tang adding to the overall atmosphere of devil-may-care-let's -fuck fuck fuck! feeling. My cum, intermingled with her own flow, ran down her crack between her cheeks, onto her inside thighs that were now sleek with effort and pleasure. She reminded me of a fine mare after a run in the wilds, skin and fur a fine sheen. The muskiness added to the atmosphere, filling my nostrils and senses.

Her legs were balanced once again on the bed, and she leaned way over and down, bracing herself on the floor as I pushed my fist up her accommodating cunt.

"Are you all right?" I asked, "I'm not hurt­ing you, am I?"

"No...no...way..." she gasped, Then: a long-drawn out sigh and shudder as she gasped, "GAWWWWED....you are the ab...ab...absolute...best...

bes...sss...ttt I've ever...ha...ha " she couldn't finish the

sentence, just shook herself like that supposed filly, her whole body shivering like she was drying herself after that long hard ride. Then she began a long exhalation in between moans of pleasure. Shaking her head rapidly up and down then side to side, she rammed herself back and forth onto my fist.

"Don't!" I yelled in panic, "You'll damage yourself!"

But she was lost in extasy and deaf to my words pushing her wondrous cunt back and forth. I steadied her with my other hand on the small of her back as those well-formed buttocks slid back and forth like well-oiled pistons over my well-lubed fist. If her body had been in the throes of passion with her previous shak­ing, now it went into spasms. I hoped that was all it was. She was gasping and moaning with pleasure, her body and hips moving at a speed I could only assume was a result of her years of dancing and training.

All this action resulted in her moving inexorably forward, away from me and the bed, and I was struggling to keep up with her.

"Watch out for carpet burns" I said to caution her, but again, my words went unheeded in her gasps of pleasure. Finally it was too much for me to bear, and I grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her to a stop. I pulled my hand out of her cunt and it made a sound like it was coming out of a can of oil. A thick "Thop"

She twisted around and gazed at me with lust-filled eyes, and kept spasming, her hips thrusting up at me. Her cunt lips were wide apart and swollen, her clit stretching proud and tall going for six inches as it peeked out of that luxuriate foliage surrounding the vortex of pleasure that was now slick and dripping with the results of her efforts. And then it happened: her juices gathered and formed and combining with the spasms once again shot out of her depths with explosive regularity. I quickly positioned myself and caught some of her fluids on my cock and belly, as I pounded my shaft using her juices to lubricate it, shooting my load and once again our fluids mixed and mingled and dripped and flowed and ran together in that pleasure patch between her legs.

Now she reached up for me, eyes half-closed, a smile of complete satiation on her face, hair tousled, and face sex-puffed. Both our bodies were covered with the sweet tang of effort, pleasure and passion. Remnants of my cum clung in globs to our crotch hairs, and a small glob leaked out my cock head and dripped a long string onto her belly. She giggled and wound it around her finger and sucked it into her mouth, the sliver hanging down from her lips, over her chin. God, what a sight! What an absolute turn-on!

She just flicked it in with the tip of her tongue and licked her lips making a smacking sound.

"Mmm, delicious!"

"There's plenty more where that came from" I said as I lay, bushed beside her.

I reached over to pet her pussy, and she grabbed my hand. "No more...just yet..."

I patted her hand. "I just wanted to pet your pussy, stroke it in appreciation."

"I couldn't handle it - I'm still too sensitive honey. Just let it be for a while, okay?" She patted my hand and snuggled into my arm­pit, her hand dropping down and and cupping my waning wang.

She held it gently, for like hers, it was almost too painful to touch. Still in the afterglow of our lovemaking she was concerned and giving enough to realize that a man delights in, indeed longs for, and needs that little extra touch of familiarity, reassurance, by holding my cock as well as my body. Thus ensnared, we allowed ourselves to be transported into the arms of Morpheus.

Before she dropped off, she mumbled into my neck, "You still owe me some cock-time ... don't forget...", and as she dozed gave me a soft squeeze. As if I'd forget, I told myself.

That night was the beginning of my life. I have never been the type of man who takes anything or anyone for granted; I always, or at least try to be very accommodating. To the point that most often I am the one who ends up being put out. Over the days and weeks following I found out that this was the same with her. This could have ended up being a competition over which one of us would be the most accommodating. It never even entered the equation.

We seemed to complement one another, knew what the other was even thinking. We even became able to complete the other's thoughts as she would start a sentence and I'd finish it or vice versa. When she hurt, I hurt. We were empathic. When we fucked the very physicality of the act aside - the cock-into-cunt fusion became the ultimate bonding and an entity was formed. We had been desperate bodies, each orbiting the other separately unaware that our ultimate destiny was in joining-bonding into a pulsing, vibrant oneness.

Synergized, symbiotic.

Being a writer, I should be able to express myself and these feelings in simpler terms; put down on paper the exact feelings I had about her, and the way I felt, yet somehow words really do fail me. It was like I had been dormant, and she was the catalyst necessary to awaken me. I attempted, in my tongue-tied way to verbalize this to her and she con­firmed that this too was the exact way she felt. There definitely was something about this relationship bigger than both of us (No pun intended)

We didn't need to sleep - it just seemed a natural thing to do. Lying cuddled like that, I was amazed that my cock still felt stimulated and I just knew it wouldn't take much to get it hard again and be ready to go. As she said, I owed her some "cock time" and I was looking to get*-ting into that golden treasure trove, to probe its slick, slippery depths with my special diviner that she was still gently gripping. Small exhal­ations escaped from her throat, and I gazed lovingly at her profile. Her tousled hair fell urchin-like over her eyes, and I gently brushed it aside. I bent down and softly kissed her eyelids and a slight smile curved her mouth. Her exhalations were shallow and relaxed and I laid my head gently next to her and breathed them in.

We awoke early in the morning, and showered together. It was during this that I found she enjoyed another of my vices when she wanted to step out to take a pee. "Why?" I aced. "It just goes down a drain. Besides," I added as I turned off the water, "It would go to waste." I settled down on the floor of the cubicle and she hesitated only a second as she lifted one leg and braced herself against the wall. She shook her head in disbelief, and then a small stream of her amber liquid trickled out and over me. It hit me on the chest and dribbled down to my crotch, the hot liquid pooling in my hair. My nostrils flared at the sharp odor of her urine, and my cock started its arousal. I adjusted myself better between her legs, so that my face could get its share of the golden shower that was now gushing out of her cunt.

She didn't need to be told what to do, she just reached down and pulled her lips apart and pissed a hard, hot stream of golden liquid into my mouth, splashing it over my face, chest and stomach. My cock revived like it was a cactus after a five year drought- Man, did that have an effect! I grabbed it and started jacking off and she spurted some more trying to slow the flow so she could help prolong my enjoyment.

The sight of her standing over me like that with her legs apart, aiming her stream on me, willingly, was such a turn-on. What isn't you're probably wondering.

The warm liquid, like ambrosia flowed over my pounding hand and down over my cockhead onto my balls and thighs. The smell of her urine added headiness to the atmosphere, and with her dying dribbles, I shot a wad that landed on her knee. We laughed at that, then we were clinging together our mouths and hands tearing at each other. My mouth found hers and we exchanged deep kisses. Then she backed off and placing her hands on my shoulders, made me sit back down on the floor again where she turned around and sat on my face enabling me to lap up every sweet drop of liquid in that delicious cunt. Cum or piss - I was in heaven and it was all a life-sustaining, youth-prolonging elixir as far as I was and am, concerned.

I just loved it. She began paroxysms, shuddering, pushing her moist, musty cunt down onto my face.

"Are you ready?" I mumbled thru mouthfuls of muff pie.

"Almost...." she replied haltingly"... almost... yes...yes...ooohhh...yeessss!" and with that she collapsed on top of me still shuddering, but now with laughter, "are you content my darling?" she murmured, again demonstrating another of her endearing qualities that made knowing and loving this woman such a pleasure. She always gave so much of herself. "I'm fine, thanks" and bathed her lips and face in kisses. We rose and quickly showered.

If you haven't realized by now that I'm a very open-minded person sexually/ then you've not been very observant as this is a journal of those exploits with a very luscious, loverly, sexy and savvy lady. I just couldn't get her out of my mind. Ever mindful that she had promised me a night out at one of the city's best sex clubs, I was also constantly "on". I was like a dog in heat, a young boy constantly baying at the window of the older woman who initiated him. I very well could've been that very boy - even now recounting these episodes I'm hard again. And that's how it was during those great times with Rocky. And she too, seemed - no, was- just as turned on as me - with me. As I stated before, we were a duo, dependent upon each other, growing with each other, learning and loving from each other. As such it was always on my mind to try and come up with newer or other variations to add something to our practices. The chair I'd observed her on, and which was the catalyst for our sex-play, was prominent in my mind that afternoon as I did the chores around the place, and by evening I had form­ulated an idea which I put into play that very evening when we got together. The chair was a low-slung one with arms descending in a round, low curve from the back. Sort of like a smaller ver­sion of a Mama-San chair, which you could sit/lie back in. Well, Rocky used to lie back in that chair and spread her legs wide and masturbate (like she had done that day) for me to watch. Now we used that as part of our regular sex-play and let me tell you -it was such a turn-on seeing her that way. Man, what a terrific sight! She really got off on that: my watching her. She would tease her lips, rub her clit, open her lips fully and run her fingers or a dildo deep in and out. I really got off on that too. Well this night I added a little bit to our play. I placed a pillow under her butt to lift her up for better exposure, and soon it was soaking with her juicy flow. I started stroking my cock, and she shuddered, smiling with pleasure. . I reached for her hand and removed the dildo. Dropping to the floor in front of her, I replaced it with my tongue, lapping up her cunt juices and driving my tongue up deep inside that luscious well-spring, her special smell and taste filling my senses like a drug. Then I lifted her legs up wide over her head, still jamming my face and tongue up that well-juiced orifice of pleasure, her cunt- dripping and slick with her sweet elixir. She climaxed, spurting my face

"Turn around." I demanded. She looked at me, expectantly. "I want to try something with you."

"Something kinky, sounds like" I reached around and under another pillow and withdrew a long cord, I had stashed there earlier. When she saw it she giggled, "Yes, definitely kinky," But she did as I bid, and arranged her just so, comfortably, with her arms and boobs hanging over the back, and that fabulous ass and cunt stuck up in the air right in front of my face, as I jammed my face and tongue into and up and along that inviting furrow between her cheeks, and jammed it up her tight asshole. Gad, what a sight! She flinched, anticipating what was about to happen, "What’d’ you have in mind?" She gasped.

I'd decided to play the master in this mild form of bondage. I'm not into hurting or pain, but a little slap and tickle doesn't hurt. "Shut up, cunt!" I mild/roughly held her head down over the back of the chair. "Don't talk. You're just an unworthy bitch, not deserving of anything but being fucked." I wasn't really sure of her reaction to this unannounced little diversion in our games, and if she balked, I was ready to immediately call it off.

All she did though was turn and look at me with a sense of wonder, and amusement on her face. "Yes, master." was all she whispered in reply. "I'm an unworthy bitch, only deserving of being fucked.' "Where?" I demanded. "Up.. Up my ass!" she gasped, as I stuck a finger up that beautiful orifice.

"Tell me again...where?" I pushed my finger deeper up her.” Beg" "Up my ass...master ..." she gasped.” Please ..."

I withdrew my finger, and got the cord and wrapped it around her waist a couple of times, then drew the ends down and through her legs so it ran up between her legs and dug into her cunt lips, expanding and puffing them out for me to enjoy more. I then took the two ends of the cord and wrapped each around her ankles, and then around each leg of the chair to keep her legs spread in that position. Next I ran the cord under the chair to the back where her hands hung down, and I tied her hands to the back legs with the remaining length of cord. She was now completely open and vulner­able to my demands and carnality. AND SHE LOVED IT! In that position, she was all mine to do with as I pleased. But in order to keep things right between us, and before we really got into it, before breaking the fantasy, I wanted to make doubly sure she knew that I was looking out for her, and didn’t want to put any demands on her that she might not want, I went around to gaze into her face and kissed her ever so gently. I traced a finger along that fabulous jaw-line, and bent down in front of her.

"Are you really willing to do this with me?" I asked, “Because, I want to do every sexy, dirty thing I ever wanted to do to a woman, to you-with you.”

"Darling, I enjoy everything we do together." She kissed me in response

. "I want to make sure. I don't want to do anything you might not want."

"It was nice of you to ask, though it wasn't necessary. Now stop worrying and hurry not to lose the mood."

That said, and secure in the knowledge that I was doing everything with her blessing, I resumed the role, and our sex games continued. As I said earlier, and as we'd discussed, she had read "The Story of '0'". And she had many sex toys.

I also had a few - the usual dildo, vibrator, etc. We had earlier toyed with cucumbers, up her snatch as well, so the play had used all the toys and probes -natural and artificial, that we could think of. That she was re­ceptive to such machinations and suggestions once again made me marvel at this wondrous creature and thank the many different Gods that brought her into my life.

Now, she was spread-eagled in front of me, that fabulous ass and beautiful red-haired cunt staring up at me as I contemplated the next few minutes.

My cock was straining, already dripping pre-cum from my uthera.

I went around to face her again, and rubbed my cock on her mouth. She licked it, and smacked her lips, running her tongue around her lips. She smiled. I left a trace of pre-cum along her cheek, and then returned to the object of my affection, stuck up the air in front of my hungry mouth. I reached for the dildo and inserted in into that fabulous cunt. In and out, and along the furrow, between her cheeks.

I ran it up to that other pucker hole then back down and in and out her pussy again.

Now I began using both hands on her with the dildo up her ass, while I manipulated her clit with the fingers of my other hand, and then dipping my hand deep into her cunt. Next I withdrew the dildo from her butt and I steadied her as I ran my cock up and down the furrow between her cheeks. I dipped it into her dripping pussy, getting it wet and slick. As I withdrew it, I was afforded a sight I'd never witnessed before: Both her holes were wide open now: Man, what a fantastic sight!

Her beautiful cunt and asshole open - those fantastic buttocks staring up at me. I steadied my self, and placed my ass-buster at the entrance of her pucker hole and gently pushed it in, and slowly, slickly my cock entered her tight, warm asshole. I got the vibrator now and toyed with it up her snatch, and felt the subtle vibrations through the wall of her snatch, adding to the already heady sensations. It didn't take long for her to have a couple of shattering climaxes, and I followed close behind, shoving deep up in her rectum with a force that pushed her further over the back of the chair. I withdrew and finished by cumming over her buttocks. I wiped my cock along her furrow between her cheeks, and continued using the dildo in her pussy. She was bucking in the chair, but I wanted to try something else before I untied her and I replaced the vibrator with my fist up her cunt. I wanted to see who'd yell "uncle" first. My fist delved deep into her - up to the very back of her fabulous cave, my knuckles kneading her cervix, as she writhed in pleasure. She moaned in extasy, as I leaned over her and drove my fist as deep as I could up into her, kneading, but gently - aware of, and conscious of not being too wild. Still trying to gauge that fine line between pleasure and pain, I looked at her, and she still had the look of satiation of pleasure on her face. Never did she flinch or move or in any way indicate displeasure. Still she pushed her fabulous cunt back and onto my plunging fist matching my kneading with a rotation and back plunging of those fabulous hips. I used my other hand up and under to feel for her clit, and man! it was rigid - for the entire world like a small boy's cock, stretching and slick between that beautiful thatch, standing proud and strong like a monument above that orifice of pleasure. I stroked it, masturbating her as I continued plunging my other fist deep in her. Soon she bucked and writhed, and - I'll be damned, gasping, she begged off. "Stop ....please Master ... enough ...” I immediately, gently with­drew both hands. I dropped to the floor, and quickly un-wrapped the cord. I helped her turn around in the chair, then swept her up in my arms, and like a child, lifted her into my arms and took her to bed, where I bathed her in kisses, and gently caressed her. She pushed against me, and gently laid me back as she turned around. Then she settled herself over my face, and pushed her wet, warm, juicy, musty cunt down on me grinding away. This was her “Revenge”, and it had the appropriate results, with my cock again rising to the occasion.

She pulled my raging 91/2” into her wet mouth, and we satisfied each other in a fantastic 69

Afterwards, lying entangled in the soaking sheets and each others arms, I once again wondered at the Fates that brought us together. I'm not one to lose any sleep over the great, or even the mundane things in life, and apart from a few thoughts on Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, am pretty much an up-front person who tries to go through life with as minimal fuss as possible, doing, what I can to improve existence and help my fellow man and woman without being intrusive or obnoxious. But I figured that somewhere, somehow, I must have done something right in a life of screwing-up to have Rocky with me now at this time in my life. Could I have had her earlier? Of course. And I wish I had, but the fates deemed that this was the right time, and who are we to argue? I mentally gave thumbs up, and closed my eyes and thanked those fates for this goddess now dozing, satisfied in the crook of my arm. I gazed at her as small exhalations raised and lowered her fabulous tits, and a slight smile curved her beautiful face. I gently kissed her, and the smile widened, and Christ, it was so beautiful, that my heart ached, and my eyes misted in response.

She stretched, and I cursed my self for having waked her. I gently laid a hand on her. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to wake you." She raised herself up, and shook her herself. "I'm awake, it's okay. God, that was fantastic! Where d'you come up with all these great ideas?"

"Well, I'm first of all glad you don't think I'm a weirdo of some kind. I just have ideas of what I'd like to try, and thankfully you're a woman who responds in kind, and seems to have as insatiable a sexual appetite as I do. You said in your magazine article that you wanted to try everything and were looking for a guy with a wild imagination. I'm just trying to live up to your wildest expectations. How'm I doing?" She began playing with my cock in response, and soon

I was hard again. "I'll let you know, if anything is lagging" she said

What could I say? "I'm in your hands." was all I could come up with, and a few seconds later -proved it with a load that filled her hand and ran over into my balls. She was wide-eyed at the amount, as was I. My cock head was huge and purple and pulsing as it disgorged its thick soup. She was whooping with delight. "I take that as an affirmative answer" she chuckled. I shifted down to pay attention to her cunt and asshole, as she continued to massage me, then sucked me into her beaut­iful mouth. Between mouthfuls we tried to continue our DEEP conversation.

She: “Mmmm...after that Golden Shower this morning, I hope you don't expect me to shit on you."

Me; “ As much as I enjoy licking your gorgeous asshole, and want to enjoy other kinky ideas with you, corprophelia isn't one of them."

She: (Mumble, mumble...)"Corprophelia? I thought that was corpse-fucking."

Me: “That’s necrophilia - I'm not into that either."

She: "I thought that was Black Magic!"

Me: “That’s necroMANCY."

She: "Never mix words with a wordsmith. Shut up and fuck me!'.'

Me: “Yes, Ma’am! Anally, vaginally, or orally?"

And with that I shoved my hungry tongue up her delicious cunt. She responded in kind and we gave each other a fantastic 69. Her fluids were profuse, leaking out and slicking the insides of her thighs and my face. I ran my tongue up into her little crack and probed her precious bung hole. She responded in kind her little quick tongue darting into my asshole and out and down around my balls and back again. Not just once, but again and again, and lingering. She was the only woman who had ever responded to that in that way. Most would shift embarrassedly, and almost never reciprocate. Kiss a man's asshole? My dear, it's enough that you get me to touch your genitals far less kiss them! Again I marveled at her, at the circumstances that brought us together, that all she meant to me, and was giving me and allowing me to enjoy with her, through her, and by her. If I haven't made myself completely clear on the matter by now, let me state unequivocally that I was madly^ deeply passionately, in love, lust and everything else with this gorgeous, unusual, vibrant, passionate, creature.

As this is mostly a chronicle of our sex life together, the reader will have to overlook these forays into other aspects of our time together, but this is what is referred to as exposition in the writing game: it allows insight into the characters and helps move the plot along by giving a little insight into their psyche.

The sex show and later party was to be held at the best sex club

in town. It was the best as designated by a reader’s poll. The readers of - you guessed it - Dolly Magazine.

The club was housed in an old and stylish Victorian house.

These are numerous in Sydney, and indeed other cities around Oz.

The largest community of such delightful edifices is Paddington -

"Paddo" to the locals, although they are also seen in other areas. They are usually two or three storied, very narrow but deep, made of brick, and sport fancy iron-lace verandas. Some even boast to being hundreds of years old built when the first-fleeters came and even sport lace work made up of the iron from the ship's anchors

and ballast weights.

Anyway, the club was in one such edifice, not in Paddo, but a suburb nearby and also in the "older" part of town.

The Limo dropped us off, and we were greeted effusively by the foot-man. Not doorman, but a genuine, authentically-dressed foot -man right out of the '80's - the eighteen-eighties.

Other well-dressed gentlemen and their equally beautifully- coiffed ladies entered the house with us. Once inside, I saw that you didn't have to be so dressed, as other

people had on regular daily wear such as suits, which I guess was the house rules - you had to be dressed like a gentleman or lady even if you weren't one!

A cute waitress dressed in an abbreviated French Maid's costume weaved between us as we were stacked in the foyer, and passed out drinks., and hors-devoirs Another followed asking if we'd like plastic coveralls.

Not wanting to appear a rube, yet curious, I pulled Rocky aside.

"What gives?" I indicated the last girl, and then noticed that neither she nor her champers-offering companion had anything on under their brief costumes. And they had fine butts.

"It's to protect people near the stage from bodily fluids." Rocky said. "With this show, it's really up close and personal and in your face. If you don’t like such, then...." she left the sentence unfinished and indicated the plastic sheets, which only a couple of people had grabbed.

"Won't we need any?" I probed.

"We won't be getting that close.” .

We were ushered in then, and a beautiful hostess came over to greet us.

"Hi,Rocky. Welcome. Glad you could make the show."

Rocky turned to me and introduced us.

"This is Missy Leigh, the proprietress. Missy this is Lee." Proficiently, Missy checked her reservations list.

"First time, Mr Personne? Welcome, and I promise you it'll be a night you'll be relating to your grandson." She extended her hand in greeting, and once again it was the handshake of a man. Firm. She turned and snapped her fingers at awaiting usherette. "Amber, show my guests to their reserved seats in the show-room.” Amber did as bid, and we entered the room.

Did I say room? It was like the interior of an old style art deco ballroom cum night club. You know the type. You expect to see Fred and Ginger dancing elegantly up and down some glistening curved stairway with the orchestra discretely ensconced underneath it. The seating was stadium style - not a blocked or bad view in the whole place. And it was intimate.

Only ten rows. A quick mental count came up with just about a hundred seats. So in order to make a profit, there had to be side sales - of products, personnel, food and of course the sale of tickets to the shows themselves. Also Rocky told me beforehand, that this club was very exclusive and very private. Also VERY,VERY EXPENSIVE: Membership was an annual fee of $10,000.00 And members were really screened. ..A rough tally of people here tonight was around 200. By my reckoning that alone was $2 Million Bucks! Back to the room: it was really like a Theatre-in-the-round with a postage stamp size stage - reminiscent of a small arena with the seats all around and above the staging area. The first row was right at stage level with the performers above, towering over the audience. The second and third rows level with the performers’ eye level, the fourth and fifth above looking slightly down. The rest were above.

All in all, very well laid out and accommodating to the paying customer.

Donna Summer's rendition of "Love to Love You, Baby" was playing in the background, and some of the audience giggling and the girls going along with her faking orgasms.

SCENE: INT. SEX CLUB

It is like right out of one of those old Fred and Ginger musicals of the ‘30’s-you know- all art deco, silver and mirrors, black and white. The stage is enveloped by two long, sweeping stairs that come down on either side of the room. The stairs sectioned off every fourth step down to a tier-like stadium seating, so every table in the room has a great unobstructed view of the stage. There is a small, discrete orchestra-pit ensconced underneath the stairs.

CLOSE-UP- THE STAGE:

It is round and rotates. There are eight poles and dancers gyrating on and around them with other girls parading around on stage, either totally nude or scantily-clad. Most are shaved, but some are nicely trimmed and two or three really stand out with full bushes between their legs. There are some guy dancers as well, lithe muscular bodies.

CUT TO: CLOSE-UP

One bushy girl swings up onto a pole and swings around, legs spread wide open for all to see.

CUT TO: CROWD

And there is wild, enthusiastic applause from men.

CUT TO:

Another dancer on stage who goes to the edge of the stage, and spreads to let a couple look up close as she fingers herself. The guy and girl exchange a grin and the guy pulls out his wallet and gives the girl a twenty. She rolls it around her finger, and then covers it with a condom.

CLOSE-UP

As she very slowly and sensuously inserts it in the dancers pussy, to the delight of her male companion.

CUT TO:

CENTER STAGE

A very supple girl, who begins bending backwards. Another dancer places a large dildo on its base behind her.

She bends back further and further until she captures it in her mouth, and raises back up to raucus applause.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

As guys now surround her, and she flips over, balancing herself in a headstand, legs spread, forming a “Y”. The guys all start masturbating, in a bukakke ring. Soon cum is spurting all over her and she is drenched in it.

CLOSE-UP

Her pussy as it is drenched in spurts of dripping cum.

CLOSE –UP

Her face and body all dripping gobs of cum.

VARIOUS SHOTS

The guys jacking off on her.

There were several Japanese men and a scattering of Arabs in burnooses -getting a peek at something banned at home. We didn't have long to wait for the performance to start, as the lights faded and the music swelled, then dipped as the V.O. announcer greeted us and introduced the show, and performers. The first part of it was a very well thought out magic show-cum-Grand Guignol theatre-style act, with "Jackie", introduced as the "world's foremost practitioner of the exotic and erotic art of "MagiSex”, along with Andre her creation"

The room went dark, and our attention focused on the stage, as a laboratory-style set appeared with all the makings of a Frankenstein movie. You know, the zapping lights, the weird-looking assistant, only this one was a gnome-like dwarf dressed only in leather straps and boots, his cock visibly hanging between his legs. He shuffled over to where a covered body lay on a table, and pulled the sheet off revealing the corpse. This was Andre. Jackie came on the scene - and let me tell you she was a little doll! Think of all the best of those little Olympic gymnasts Dominic Moceanu, Nadia Comaneci and Kerry Struggs and put them together: she was a petite, eye-poppingly, lip-smackingly delightful little package. The off-stage announcer said," Ladies and Gentlemen, Jackie, the Giant Killer" What he meant by that we were all about to find out, in spades. The act was similar to any number of such magic shows where the magician cuts off the assistant's head, moves it and the body apart, puts them together - you know the routine. Well, this act had a different angle or cut, shall we say? If you've guessed what Jackie cut off you've been a good reader and know where this story is going, and how it works: yep, she cuts off his weenie, and replaces it with another. And man, was this one a whopper! I've seen some big ones in my time, and I have told you my own is quite formidable, but this one was all of 11" or 12 inches. The audience gasped, and as Jackie raises the 'dead', that's not all that rises. Andre magically resurrects and struts around the stage with his raging and by God, real! – twelve-incher, and the audience went berserk! The women nearest the stage and the men, especially those 'repressed" Arabs all leaned in closer and reached to feel, pull, probe, stroke and otherwise get positive proof of this marvelous transformation. I must admit I too was intrigued. Could it be real? Or was it all part of a very-well designed illusion?

If so, it was something worthy of a David Copperfield, and designed by some very astute and knowledgeable (not to say) cunning craftsperson. Having been a writer, and around the film and TV biz, I knew of the prosthesis made and available - along with how damn life-like they could be. So, was this just one of those things? Something made up as a prop - a strap-on, albeit huge one? Body-molded and fitted with flesh-colored straps, or some new-fangled suction-type of substance that allowed it to fit over the existing cock and stay in place, with no observable means of support? After all magicians and actors are always using well-made props. We were only ten feet away from the stage, and it looked real to me. I chanced a look at Rocky - she was mesmerized. That was the right word. The rest of us were too, especially the women- and those Arabs. Well, that's Arabs for you, I thought. I wondered how they'd have felt if it was a camel or a goat up there. Yes, the audience and I among them was mesmerized as I said. A word coined in respect and a tribute to that other showman/artiste/trickster/con-man of eons past after which the phenomenon is named, Josef Mesmer. Now a raunchy sax musical theme started playing, and Jackie reappears dancing seductively all around along with several other sexily clad, and, need I say it, gorgeous -dancers. To an Africanized-tom-tom beat, the scientific props and set disappeared to be replaced by a scene right out of Dali via the backwoods swamp. Wispy waves of stage lighting and effects-smoke wafted over the stage, as rocks, and several mounds appeared and the set was sur­rounded by large obelisk-like stones, reminiscent of an altar or Stonehenge. Now Andre - the Giant - and his cock wasn't the only thing big about him - he must've been 6'8" or 9" tall - moved over to a large slab and draped himself over/on it, lying down on his back. He draped himself over it, and if I hadn't seen it for myself, I wouldn't have believed it described to me: his whole body except his raging hard-on was like wet spaghetti - draped, limp on the rock slap. It reminded me of Dali's "Melting Watches" painting. And yet there was that huge, magnificent, looong hard cock sticking up straight like an obelisk. Now the music beat slowed, and the dancers all surrounded André as the light once again dimmed and a sharp spotlight highlighted that unreal organ. As our attention focused on his most formidable attribute, the music started a slow rhythmic pulsing, and I'll be damned

if Andie's cock didn't take up the beat!

Now, one by one the dancers musically pay allegiance to this pounding, pulsating flesh-organ, bowing in submission before it, and playfully touching, and caressing it. Four of the girls dance around to pick up and hold his feet and hands, stretching them apart, and if were possible, I'd swear that cock grew another three inches!

The other girls now began to masturbate him, and their hands barely got around that monster. But they took turns, in rhythm, and never lost a stroke. I looked down at my own pulsating groin, and felt Rocky's nails did deep into my leg as she breathed heavily. The room was silent, except for some whimpers, and an occasional raucous laugh or hoot of excitement. Building to a crescendo, the tempo quietened as the girls now begin to lick and kiss that monster, making oral love to it, two and three at a time, with the hands-and-feet holders now also joining in. And he still hadn't come! What musculature, what con­trol! Now the girls started straddling him, standing over that giant rod, and slowly lowering themselves down onto it. Man, I thought, that must be like taking a tree branch up their cunts. I swear his cock was as long and as thick as my arm from my elbow to wrist. Those gals were a sight to behold as they quickly wrapped their bodies over him, lowered themselves up and down on that pole, then whipped off and the next gal did the same, all in time and keeping to the musical beat, and never missing a beat as the tempo fastened and they did also, quickening their pace a well-choreographed acrobatic accomplishment highlighting their dancing and gymnastic prowess, and Andres great self control. The audience was breathless with anticipation, the room beginning to reek of sweat and the smell of sex. We could see the efforts the girls were putting into their performance; their hair was matted, and the insides of their thighs were slick with fluids, their faces flush with excitement. And still he just lay there! That amazing cock still hard and glistening as girl after girl whipped her legs over it, inserted it, and whipped it out, for the next girl to continue. It was like a game of musical chairs - only this was musical cock - see who'll make it come.

A round, spinning, glittering orb - the kind one associates with dance halls of the 30's and 40's - descended slowly over the centre of the stage, rotating slowly. Four corner spots clicked on, their rays hitting it and reflecting off the globe, enhancing the effect - dazzling -as the orb spun and its scintillating reflections cast a million

cascading lights, washing over and around us...the room was filled with diamond sparkles... and now a rod, or it could've just been a rope of some kind descended down from the centre bottom of this orb, and Jackie reappeared and attached a leather harness under her arms and legs. Thus supported, like on a swing, she began to rotate with the orb, spreading her legs to show that beautiful little pussy to we lathering males in the audience. I looked around and saw that even the females were enjoying the show. I felt under Rocky's dress, and her knickers were soaking. The girl next to Rocky had already started to give her partner a hand job, his hard cock exposed and bursting out of his unzipped fly. I looked around, and it seemed this was common, as men and women were enjoying either themselves or each other in a variety of ways; some discreetly, most just letting it all hang out. I pulled Rocky's hand over my own hard-on, and she released it, and began jacking me off. The girl on my left saw this and smiled. On stage, the girl dancers were now joined by a handful of males, and dumb me, I finally realized that the cast were the waiters/waitresses/ footman/ hostesses/ bar persons from the "legit" area of the club. They were all dressed or undressed if you like, in leather breeches, straps, etc. All naked with the leather enhancing such. The guys formed a dance line along the edge of the stage, and began masturbating to the rhythm. "Watch this", said Rocky. As the orb continued to spin Jackie in her swing, Andre positioned himself behind and under her, and she slowly began to lower herself onto his monstrous cock. Jackie reached down, and spread her legs further to reveal what was going to happen. She spread her cunt-lips with her hands, as the giant's cock entered her. Here was the ultimate representation of force, I thought, like trying to push a polish sausage through a straw. But nature has a way of dealing with such oddities: here was this giant man, all of nearly seven foot with the biggest cock I'd ever seen, eleven or twelve inches long, at least 3" thick, with knotted veins like cord stand out on it, straining to get up the sweetest, tightest, little pussy of a little girl who stood all of 4'8". Slowly, inexorably that monster went in, and there was not the slightest note of pain or panic on her sweet, urchin like face. The room erupted in applause, and looking around, I saw a few guys spurting into their companion’s hands, or onto their own. Now Jackie began to rotate on the giant cock, her legs and pussy still spread to give us the best possible view.

"Man,” I said to Rocky, "That guy has fantastic control."

"Not for much longer," laughed Rocky. "You'll soon see why Jackie is called the 'Giant Killer' By now the guys on stage had begun cumming, shooting their loads into the audience. Some people, mostly women in the first row, were laughing and receptive, a couple of the girls even rubbing their hair, while the use of plastic by others was employed.

"See what I mean," said Rocky. The thought occurred to me that those

sitting in the first row, had to know and/or want such action, well, to each their own, I reckoned. I knew that some women loved cum-showers, and welcomed such action. I was curious about Rocky, doing such, and thought it could be a turn on, but a part of me realized I wanted all of her for myself, and if we participated in such I wanted to be the

Instigator, and know the guys who'd be helping me shower her.

Now, Andre withdraws his cock, and approaches the edge of the stage.

In the background, the orb slows to a stop and the girl dancers surround Jackie and begin administering to her.

But the main action is on Andre as the announcer dares any willing person in the audience

to try deep-throating the monster in front of them. If anyone can they

will get $100.00

Surprisingly, the blonde next to me jumped up and ran down, and started to give him a blow job to the raucous applause and chanting of the audience. Soon we were all clapping in unison, egging her on, willing her, wanting her to be the one to end this champs holding back.

But it was not to be. As much as she seemed to enjoy her participation, as well as Andre himself obviously loving it, her mouth and throat and licking didn't bring him off, and the prize went unclaimed. But the blonde didn't seem too hurt by it. Probably a plant, I thought to myself, but she could suck my cock any time. To the crowd's applause

and yells and whoops of delight, she waved and returned to plant her

fine buttocks down next to me, and my wink and nod of admiration.

Rocky leaned over, and gave her a congratulatory wave.

On stage the dancers were paired up now, girl-boy, and getting into all

sorts of compromising, gymnastic, fucking positions. For the first time

in my life I saw a live-action, stand-up sixty-nine with the girl's

legs wrapped around the guys neck/shoulders, and her lips wrapped

around his hard dick, as they waltzed around. Again, this showed

precise timing and practice. I wondered who the choreographer was.

This was all before such well-choreographed shows like Cirque de Soleil

and such, but the whole set up and precision was like it, to give you

an idea of how it was. Also, the worst that could happen to an individual was a dose of the clap: syphilis or gonorrhea. While nothing to laugh about, there were drugs to easily, take care of such. Not like today when such indiscriminate sex-play could be lethal.

Andre stepped back, and reached for Jackie who was coming up behind him. Together they danced around each other, arms and legs entwining, as he effortlessly helped her back into position in the leather har­ness swing, and again stepping behind her, used his large hands to spread those delicious lithe legs wide apart, to show the viewers, that beautiful, little pussy. I was amazed at Jackie’s ability to be so widespread; she was actually doing the splits in midair, sup­ported only by the straps around her legs, and Andre supporting her from behind. Now he manipulated his rock-hard man-handler into pos­ition between her legs, and for the entire world it looked like she had grown a cock that almost came up to her fabulous little tits. A cute little 4'6" doll, with a huge cock, sticking up from that delightful little thatch between her legs. The audience howled with laughter and applauded. I didn't know how much longer he could keep this (or it) up or even how much longer I could sustain this suspense/agony myself. I needed to get my load off soon, or I would burst, or run rampant among all the gorgeous girls on stage and in the audience. I saw that the blonde nest to me was looking at my raging hard-on with lust, and I nudged Rocky, and she just gave me a wink, and squeezed my thigh. "Hang tight." she said, and squeezed my hand. She leaned closer, "This is for you, love. And this is an evening we'll all enjoy and remember."

Other girls were relieving their respective guys, and I was thinking what's good for them, would be great for me, so I adjusted my position, and reached for Rocky's hand, and put it on my hard cock. She rubbed me, and pulled my fly down and released me. The blonde next to me licked her lips and nodded and laughed in delight. Rocky winked at her, and I'll be damned if the blonde didn't lean over and started down on me. Well, in my advanced state of excitement it didn't take long at all, and I shot my hot jism into that beautiful mouth, and squeezed Rocky's hand, and leaned toward the blonde to kiss her in response. As I did, Rocky leaned over, and finished me off with her great lips, and I leaned back to continue watching the show, and enjoy being administered to by two beautiful mouths.

Up on stage, Andre swung Jackie aloft, and then pulled her down, in effect holding her out toward the audience, like a sacrificial offering, as if to say, "What do I do next? Thumbs up, or thumbs down?" The audience applauded and amid raucous laughter and whoops of delight, a chant started, “Anal, up the ass!" Soon to be replaced by us all shouting in unison, "Up the ass, up the ass, Up the ass!" And clapping in unison, as the music stopped, and a stunned silence took over, Andre positioned his target in front of himself, and flipped Jackie over, holding her legs spread apart, his hands on her ankles, her body supported by the flying harness she was strapped into. She was like a "Y" figure, and her arms stretched out in front/below her to support her body on the stage floor. Andre inserted that tree branch into that sweet tight, little pucker hole, and slowly, agonizingly pushed it up and in, in, in. I couldn't imagine it going up into that sweet, tight orifice like it did, but amazingly it was being accomplished without a wince on her part. Now, impaled on that monster, Jackie flipped backward, coming off the floor with her hands, and lay back on Andre's cock, looking like she was leaning back onto a chair, with her legs still spread, to show us all that, yes, it was indeed all the way up that tight, beautiful little receptacle behind her, and not the equally tasteful little pussy in front.

Well, the audience just went berserk! Applause, raucous chanting, yells of admiration, you name it. The Dodgers had won the world series, The boxing underdog had K.O'd the champ, put any kind of wild exaggeration you like on the comparison and that was how the audience felt, at this accomplishment. But it still wasn't over. Unbelievably, he still hadn't ejaculated. As if to assert this, now the audience began egging on Jackie to accomplish what seemed an impossible task. “Get him off," "Do him!”. “Finish him, Jackie!" "Bring him to his knees", etc., all sorts of comments directed toward her. Jackie, merely smiled and reversing her position on that huge cock, began pumping her marvelous little asshole over it like a precision machine, her legs wound around his waist, and her arms around his neck. She pumped up and down like that for several minutes, and I'll be damned if the giant didn't begin to tremble, his legs weakening, and at last buckling. The audience went wild, chanting, and clapping in unison once again, as she began her descent, pulling that long, thick monster out, and reaching for it, she began jacking him off in front of us. Faster and faster she pounded that still rigid monster.

Suddenly, everyone was silent, as an audible sigh escaped Andre's lips, and he exploded. A thick wad of cum erupted from his cock, and flowed over Jackie's hands. Still fully erect, he directed his cock all over her and he continued to spurt, once, twice, three, four hard, forceful, full loads spurted over her like a water hose switched on and off. Her face and boobs coated with his soupy cum. Man the last time I came that hard, I must've been thirteen or fourteen, I thought. Jackie still milked him, and even now he still had a profusive flow, with smaller spurts, still rigid, and the thick, yogurt-like liquid coating his huge cock, and flowing along its length into Jackie's hand, down over his large balls and down his leg. He now fully buckled, first down onto one leg, then the other, kneeling on the floor, and finally in submission, hung his head, and at long last, his weapon, in supplication to this wondrous little, lithe witch who vanquished the giant.

Well, let me tell you, if the last few minutes of applause were loud and raucous, the place now literally exploded with enthusiasm. People were on their feet, applauding, shouting, leaning forward to touch, thank or otherwise offer their praise. Rocky and I were among them, and as I stood there, I realized I had just witnessed a show that indeed I would be relating to many people over the years, besides any grandkids I might have. I turned to Rocky, and embraced her, kissed her beautiful, pert little face, those full, expectant lips, and hugged her close to me. How could I ever repay her for this fantastic evening? As if to answer that very question, and again demonstrating that "oneness" we shared, she smiled, and patting my hand, said, "This is all part of what your prize was"

I swept her into my arms, and kissed her deeply, passionately. The

cute blond nudged my arm, "Hey, what about me?" I looked quizzically at her, then to Rocky. She shrugged, smiling, knowing that I wanted to respond naturally, but was reluctant. But then, I reckoned, if she had given me a blow-job with Rocky's approval why not a mere kiss? So I responded by grabbing her and giving her one. Our tongues probed and played, and I was getting hard again, and her hand felt my cock, so I pushed my hips into her and ground my hard cock into her responsive hand. Rocky was behind me, and pressed her body into mine and reached around to cup my cock along with the blond, pressing their hands together on me. Something was going on that these two were keeping me in the dark about. But I was willing to go along with it. It felt good, and I was on the receiving end wasn't I?

Now the two of them were sharing a guilty/ secretive laugh.

"Should we let him in on it?" asked the blond, in a slight Scots burr.

"Oh, I guess so, I know how pouty he can be when he doesn't get his way," replied Rocky, and hugged me to assuage my bruised (some­what) and confused ego.

"So what gives?", from me. I mean, as much as I was enjoying myself with these two, I wanted to know what the hell was going on.

"Oh, all right," said Rocky. "As you've probably guessed, we know each other." she pointed between herself and the blond. "So, let me introduce you to Gwen. She's an assistant at the studio, and in fact took that picture of me which sort of started all this. We've been friends for ages."

During this we began following the rest of the audience out. In the foyer, Missy Leigh and a couple of hostesses guided some other and us away from the throng and out into a small garden area. The trees and plants were decorated with those great little fairy lights, adding to the atmosphere. A sumptuous buffet was laid out on tables and in the middle a fountain spilled Champaign into a large punch bowl, and waiters were passing around with trays of appetizers and glasses of the liquid. We paused, and helped ourselves to proffered wares, and Rocky continued. “Well, after weeks of finding out about you, and you about me, and sharing such with Gwen, we decided that we'd like to let you play with us both. What do you say to that?"

What could I say? I was .. “WOW!” I attempted to verbalize such, but was at a loss for words. Gwen looked at me askance, “I think the cat's got his tongue." she said “Or a pussy," winked Rocky "Wait a minnit!" I finally gasped, "You're saying that all the time we were together, you were telling Gwen what we were doing?"

"Well, basically, yes, and acting stuff out too. Look, honey, you know my likes and tastes, and although we talked of having other people, I still really wasn't sure how you'd react. So forgive me for not being completely honest with you, but look at my present to you. Will you forgive me?"

Shit, I thought, where's the down-side to all that's been happening to me recently? I couldn't believe all this.

"So you and Gwen have been getting it on at the same time? Man, I wish you had told me this earlier," Rocky and Gwen looked at me. They weren't sure how I was going to react.

Then I grabbed them both, nearly spilling our drinks.

"Look; at all the time we've wasted."

Gwen then hugged me, “I knew you'd be receptive. I told her so."

I looked at Rocky, "Honey, you never have to worry about trusting

me or worry about my reaction. I'm really sorry that we kinda

missed each other on this, but we're here now, at this juncture

and we're all agreed, so ..." I spread my hands in acquiescence.

Missy came over then with Jackie and Andre whom she introduced as

plain ol' Andy from Moorrabbin, a town near Melbourne.

We all laughed at that, and continued to enjoy the atmosphere, company

and vittles.

Rocky came up to me, and said, “Okay, seeing as how this is a night

for confessions, I'm going to let it all hang out, so to speak.

Gwen is more than she appears. She is really a he. A "She-male"

I didn't want it to come as a surprise to you when we got naked,

so there it is for what it's worth. Also as part of the prize we've

arranged to have a party with Jackie and Andy. I know you want to

fuck Jackie, and I'd love to try Andy."

"Gad, what a party that's going to be," I said. I looked around and

saw Gwen talking with Jackie and Andre - I still referred to him as

such, having just gotten to know him as that. I leaned over to Rocky,

and kissed her ear, whispered, "I'm gonna mingle".

She paused in talking to Missy, and placed a hand on my arm and gave it an affectionate

squeeze, in return. I grabbed another drink from a passing waiter and

wandered over to Gwen and Andy. Jackie had wandered off by herself, and I went after her. Her back was to me, and I allowed my eyes to slowly drift over her marvelous, compact little body, lingering on that tight, little, fabulous butt.

If there is such a thing as telepathy or the "Mulga Wire" as it's known as in Aboriginal terms here in Australia, then it must have been working in my case, because I was putting out some wild thoughts and desires in her direction, and I'll be damned if

she didn't turn around to face me just as I was about to tap her on

the shoulder.

She looked at me directly, and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Jacqueline."

I took her hand and shook it. "So, you're Lee!" she continued, "I've been hearing a lot of rumors about you!"

"All lies, I swear," I blurted. "Oh, I hope not", she replied, "If they are, I'll be so very disappointed."

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And with that statement, I just knew we were going to get along fine. I guided her over to a nearby chaise and we sat next to each other.

"I've just gotta know how the hell you take that monster cock up your little ass like that."

"Well, you know at first it wasn't easy, but with practice and lots of lubricant, we did it. Of course you can't see it from where you sit, but we always give Andy's cock a good layer of lubricant and my butt-hole is filled with the stuff. I'm more used to it than I was originally, but it's still the biggest I've ever seen or had. I'm sure you noticed I wasn't able to fully take him up my snatch." "Well, I'm very impressed anyhow, and I agree, he's the biggest I've ever seen."

"You're not too bad yourself, I've been told."

"So, Rocky's been talking to you, huh? Then I guess you know what I'd like to do to you."

"That goes without question. I'm looking forward to it, along with the rest of the mix we'll be having. Have you seen Gwen, yet?"

"I've just met her, but no I haven't seen her without her clothes, but I'm looking forward to. It's hard to believe she's a he. Is she open to talking about it? I'm very curious."

"Gwen? Hell, yes, she's extremely open and proud of her status; it has given her a rare insight into people's psyche, and her own. She's a psyche major, but had great difficulty with her own sexuality over the years, until she decided to become a she-male."

"You seem to know a lot about her." I said

"Oh, we go way back. I got to know her at college, just after she'd changed and needed a friend. We got into a lot of real deep shit-sex, psychology, religion, you name it. I don't know if we ever worked out the world's problems, but we sure worked our own out, and helped each other." Then she changed the tack: "How d'you feel about it, Lee? Are you bi?"

"I never really thought about it. I'm open minded enough I believe not to be offended by a guys overture, and I've gotta admit I've played with guys as a kid, exploring my own sexuality, but as an adult I've always been hetero. But then again, having access to a body like that with both organs makes me salivate just thinking about it."

I gazed longingly at her,"Yours too, by the way."

She gave a mock bow, "Why, thank you sir. Flattery'll get you everything!"

"So, how'd you get into this business?” I asked

"Well, in college I was a gymnastics/physical ed. major. I'd always

been into gymnastics, even as a kid. But then at a big competition

I slipped off the balance bar, and cracked my tail bone and pelvis.

Found out I'd never have kids - no biggie - but what really got me

was being unable to regain my balance. It left me half an inch shorter

on my left leg. Not much, and hardly noticeable, but enough to cancel

any future plans I had in mind for gymnastics."

"Well, I never suspected. You don't seem to have any noticeable limp'.'

"Believe me, Lee; it took years of practice and many agonizing hours of

therapy which I still do, to get me back on my feet and somewhat Normal" in my gait.

Plus of course, I have this." She dipped down and removed a shoe. I could see that inside it had a built in arch.

"Another illusion" I said. “To go along with all the rest you presented

on stage tonight. A fantastic show, you are a great performer."

I was as curious as all get out to find out how she cut Andy's cock

off and reattached it, but knew I'd never find out as magicians are

very tight-lipped about their illusions.

"Well," she continued, "After college, and the accident, I had to

find something else I enjoyed doing which didn't take a lot out of me

or require a lot of training. Andy and I had become an item, and we

read that Missy was looking for an act and we put ours together and -

voila! That's it in a nut-shell."

"I have one question about your act, that maybe I shouldn't ask about,

but I'm real curious about Andy's staying power. How the fuck does he

do it?"

She giggled. "I thought you were going to ask about how I cut his

cock off and replaced it. That's the first thing most people want to

know. "

"Well, that too, I gotta admit, but I reckoned that'd be a trade

secret, and you're not about to reveal that. But as far as Andy's

staying power, that's gotta be some kind of mental/physical thing.

Is it?" I probed.

"Well, it's a bit of both," she replied. "He's really into physical/mental discipline - I don't understand all of it, but we investigated several different sexual practices and exercises

over the years, and he really got into Tantric Indian stuff. I tried it for a bit too, after the accident, and when we decided to do our act. It really helped with positions and such. Kinda like yoga, that's why we're both so flexible."

“I noticed, I noticed,” I said, “And I like…I like!”

We laughed, and she continued, “Anyway, he continued with his practicing, and we also found another exercise which was easier and one in which I could take an interest and help with, when we were in bed or just fooling around. I'd massage his p.b. under his balls."

"His what?"

"It's behind your balls, between the balls and anus, called the wait a minute- I'll get it right - the " she pronounced it as precisely as she could, screwing up that pretty little face in the effort of memorizing the name - "It's the pyoo-bo-cock-se-gee-yoo-us!"

She beamed with pride at saying it.

"What the hell is that?" I asked, astonished

"Well, apparently, it's the guys "G" spot, and when it's massaged regularly, and the guy squeezes his anus like he's stopping a pee, with enough repetitions, and practice over a long time, a guy can control his cumming, and the amount of his cumming."

"Wow!" was all I could muster, in amazement.

"Yeah, well I helped him, and in quite a short time, with his dis­cipline and practice, three-four, six times a day, we did it - he had it mastered in no time.

But ya gotta stay on a regimented program, so while its fun, it'd be better with someone to massage your balls than trying it alone all the time."

"Amen to that," I said and raised my glass. "I'll be talking to Rocky about it, you can bet."

"Did I hear my name?" Rocky said, and slid her hand down over my butt, to pat it.

She was with André and Gwen. "We thought we might get outa here, and see what the night brings. Okay?"

And the night and the days that followed brought wonders indeed with four willing and sexually curious and adventurous people. I never thought of myself as being bi - maybe most hetero's don't -but we hetero men don't really think about it a lot, or at least I didn't - even though we do think about hetero girls getting it on, we usually draw the line at hetero men - i.e. ourselves - at doing "it". The fact that Gwen had a cock as well as a pussy, at least for me, made the difference. I know that's hard to understand, and I don't expect to make sense here, but to me she was just like Rocky only with a much bigger clitoris. Her cunt felt just like a "normal" cunt, only tighter. And physically, it appeared like a regular pussy.

No balls, for that was where her pussy was now. That night was the beginning of a wonderful change and outlook in my own life. For now I could enjoy another aspect of sex without guilt or apprehension or fear. And having understanding and cooperative partners and indeed, teachers, certainly helped.

We went to Jackie and Andre's place, and it was as if we had all been waiting to do this, and were ready willing and able. There were no embarrassed flubs, or excuses. It was as if we were destined, just, as Rocky and I had been, to be the five of us: Rocky and Jackie and Andre and Gwen and Lee. We left a trail of clothes scattered all over the place, and found ourselves in their bedroom with one of the largest beds I've ever seen: to say it was king-size was to down-size it. With his height, I knew Andy needed something bigger than most, but this thing was like two king-sizers put together, which in fact it was, plus some extra padding and building he'd done to make it sturdier and longer and wider. The room was large also, and of course there were mirrors everywhere, including the ceiling. We wasted no time in getting down to fun, as Jackie and Gwen started kissing and fondling, and Andy and Rocky and I settled down into a threesome with Andy's huge cock penetrating Rocky's pussy , and bringing a whimper from her lips. I played with myself, enjoying the sights before me, then threw my leg over Rocky, and fucked her up the ass. The feel of Andy's huge cock through the tight skin between her ass and pussy, gave me an additional thrill, and together we fucked Rocky until I came in a rush. I quickly pulled out, and jacked off onto her butt and also onto Andy's balls. Now Rocky pulled herself up and onto that huge thing, and rammed herself up and down on it like a piston. I looked at Gwen and Jackie and they too were fascinated, watching as Rocky pumped herself up and down frantically on top of that monster. I saw Jackie motion to Gwen, and they went out of the room for a few minutes only to re-appear with some towels and wash cloths. Gwen came over to me, and gently washed my cock and balls, and got me all hard again. Jackie came up behind me and started fondling me between my legs and fingered my butt and balls, while I played with Gwen's pussy and cock. Rocky was now on her knees in front of Andy, sucking him off and playing with his balls.

As if planned by some great cosmic director, we all shifted into a configuration that confirmed our combined consciousness and longing. Gwen suddenly lay back and pulled Jackie and me down with her. Jackie and she wound up in a sixty-nine position with Jackie on top, and her beautiful little asshole and pussy facing me. What to do, what to do? Well, you guessed it, as I had lusted after those little holes all night, at last I placed my raging hard-on in place and pushed into her tight, beautiful little pucker-hole, while Gwen still lapped at her pussy. Rocky now assisted as she placed her hands on either side of Jackie’s butt and spread her cheeks and helped guide my cock in. She beamed at me, "Having a good time, Hon?"

I leaned across, and kissed her, "The best, thanks." Then she too was swept up in the emotion and writhing of several sexually -oriented personalities as we separated and rejoined in another wild positioning with Gwen now being fucked by Andy and sucked by Rocky while Jackie paid homage to my cock by magically clamping and releasing her butt muscles, massaging my cock with that majestic, tight, magnificent hole, her little, lithe, beautiful body bent in supplication before me, hands now on the floor, off the bed, and my penetrating her ass in the "barrow" style that I'd only done to Rocky not that long ago. That Jackie was indeed lithe was evident in the way she moved to accommodate me and milk me for all she was worth. I was deep up inside her, the head of my raging hard-on bumping up against the inside of her pussy, and once again I wondered at the physicality of such a delightfully compact love machine taking not only my 91/2” but being able to handle all of Andy's massive cock. She whimpered and told me to hold still, and she began pumping her hips back and forth on my hard cock, her hips and small body driving back and forth like a piston. Man, what a sight, what an absolutely grand feeling! Next to me on the bed, the love of my life was being fucked by Gwen, as she now played and sucked on Andy's huge cock. Andy pulled his cock out of her mouth, and gushed a stream of hot jism over her face, and tits. I knew she must have loved it, for we had discussed this several times, and I knew she enjoyed it when we indulged, so I smiled and reached over and held her hand. Gwen was not to be ignored the fun either, as she maneuvered herself into position to get some of Andy's ample shower herself, and his profuse shower caught her on the face and lips also, showering her glasses with thick globs, which dribbled

down onto her face and lips. Rocky shifted her position, and together they licked and sucked his cock and balls. I reached over and started playing with Rocky's cunt, and yes, her "little" clit was standing proud and tall, as was Gwen's, although, technically it still was a penis, and it too was straight and hard, and seeking attention. Her pussy, while in all appearance like a "real" one, lacked thee essential secretions so I learned that the use of lubes and the like was necessary, but apart from that, this wonder of nature (and man) was an active, enjoyable, fuck-able, attractive and integral part of our partying. I couldn't hold on much longer, and patting Jackie, I withdrew and spilled my ample flow onto those delightful little buttocks, and even shot a wad up onto her back, between her shoulder blades. Rocky grabbed my cock and massaged it, milking it for all its worth, as did Gwen. Andy finished off by wiping his monster up along Rocky's cleft, and we all collapsed, exhausted, satiated, into each other's arms.

Over the weeks and months since that initial encounter, our friendship and mixings have grown and I am amazed and delighted at the way I have been opened up to the many other delights that up until then I had only heard of and thought about and hoped for. This life style may not be for everyone, and indeed, I even had my own doubts about trying it. But with the fortunate intervention and assistance from a caring and sen­sitive lover, and subsequently friends with the same outlook and feelings I was, (and we were) able to form a lasting bond and friendship which, personally speaking I look forward to enjoying for years to come. Or should that be "Cum..."? The poem I sent to Rocky that turned the tide in my favor follows:

“Lady”

“Be there a Lady,

Fair of Face –

With wit and charm,

Style & grace?

Cool and svelte, yet

Down to Earth

A sense of Wonder,

A sense of Mirth.

No “Attitude”, but

If you’re the Girl-

I’ll worship You,

Adore You-

And wish you No Ill.

You know who You are-

For our eyes have met

And our Aura’s touched

as we passed on the street:

Wondering, Hoping, that

there might be more than

Just that one brief caress

of Love’s sweet Promise.

Blessed by The Muse,

I am by Trade,

A Scribe :

A Writer-a purveyor

Of words and ideals,

Reaching for the Stars-

One foot in Hell,

And a Slave to Passion!

1983