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From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Goose and the Gander"[1/4]{Frederick T.}(MmF+ oral)
Date: Wed,  8 Jan 2003 08:10:08 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Goose and the Gander
Part: 1 of 4
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Language: English

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   @(C) 1999 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                         !!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!

    The following story is a work of sexual fiction.  So it follows that 
youngsters should not be reading it.  If you happen to fall into that category 
and still reading, there's not much I can do to prevent you from continuing.  
That's part of the problem...The just tremendous explosion of information 
today compared to say...Just ten years ago.  Shit !  How about thirty years 
ago ?  Today's youngsters and young adults have so many more issues than we 
had...Things we never thought about.  The war was the defining issue of our 
time.  Today there is no unifying idea to guide youth and yet maybe, they 
don't need that much ?  Guidance, that is.

    Having said that.  I really believe censoring the material a young mind 
absorbs is the responsibility of the adult who has custodial responsibility 
for the young mind...It's not the government's responsibility or mine because 
I happen to contribute to this news group...You can't shut down the 
information...A tremendous example would be the demise of soviet union.  In 
retrospect, it's easy to see how western information just bombarded their 
government into submission.  A great time to be a member of the armed forces 
but then why are so many getting out ?  Another part of the problem ?  And who 
says it's a problem ?

    I'm going to diverge a bit from the usual and say that although the plot 
and subplots of the following tale stem from the author's fertile imagination, 
the characters...Well, the characters are made up of bits and pieces of the 
tumble dried assortment of friends and acquaintances I've made over a rich and 
long life.  I find it hard to believe that anyone my age, who writes, doesn't 
do the same.

    This theme seems particularly pertinent today.  Again, just story data not 
real hard facts.  And while I'm sure there are men out there that take 
advantage in the work place.  It won't be long until there are many women 
smeared with the same goo.  I'm sure it's already started.  And on the other 
hand, I'm sure there are still many women who use what they have to smooth 
those everyday bumps in the work environment and I'm not talking about some 
brainstorm she came up with down at the water cooler.  Soon the roles will be 
reversed and we'll all be confused.  Discrimination is at the heart of 
democracy...We discriminate between the people we desire to run the country, 
maintain the public good.  It's hard to believe we spend so much capital to 
weed it out, especially at the core level...The sexes !

    I'd like to dedicate the following story to those who have meant the most 
to me...From the early years to the present.  The tales we could tell about 
this and that...The secrets we shared and still share.  The times we've been 
not quite in control of any part of our lives but found you standing right 
there and that was cool.  The intimacies we shared go beyond the sex.  It's 
hard to describe but then maybe, it is the sex ?  I'm not positive but it sure 
was fun !  Remember...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to 
the usual.

                           The Goose and the Gander
                                   Part One
                                 (MmF+ oral)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution.

                                  The Gander

    "...lost his job just before Christmas..."  The woman was listening.  She 
laughed, "He's playing golf today...I wish I was...I'm reviewing some 
evaluations of the ESL Program...That's all I do is review and read studies."  
The woman burst out laughing.  "Oh !  Come on, Janet...You're the single 
one...I bet..."  She burst out laughing again.

    The woman talking on the phone was in her early fifties...A natural 
redhead but her hair was losing it's luster and she had to help it along a bit 
with the bottle every now and again.  She was curled up in her favorite chair 
in her bedroom...Well, their bedroom.

    Her husband seemed unconcerned that he was unemployed and had been playing 
golf almost every day since he got laid off at the Test Range.  His specialty 
was no longer required, they said.  She wished he'd get off his ass and find a 
job.  She even mentioned that he may want to consider going back to school.

    "...Yea...I really like it.  I have tons of responsibility.  The 
opportunities are out there, Janet.  You just have to go out and find them.  
Next month they're sending me to the Regional ESL Planning Conference in 
Carson City.  Oh !  Jeez !  It's going to be freezing..."  The two women 
gabbed for a good two hours.  Emily Townsend's ears were sore even though 
she'd switched the phone several times.

    Her friend, Janet Charles, could go on and on.  Well, so could she.  She 
was looking forward to Janet's visit come Memorial Day.  Wow !  How the school 
year flew by !  It seemed like just yesterday she was reporting to the "Head 
Shed" as they called it.  Christmas already...Janet'd be here before she knew 
it.  Then she could chill out a little with her friend.  There was a whole lot 
more stress with this job and the politics were down and dirty.  Some days she 
was disgusted with it all.

    She laughed, thinking of Janet telling her she found the perfect mate.  
Emily remembered being all ears...Excited for her friend...And then Janet went 
on to describe a vibrator she'd started using lately.  Emily remembered 
flushing when Janet recommended that she get one.  Yea !  What was she going 
to do ?  "Excuse me, honey, I'm just going to get myself off with this 
vibrator because you no longer do it for me..."  Well, that wasn't quite the 
case either but she'd be damned if she had the time to figure it out.  Jeez !  
They hadn't had sex in over three years.  Married for over thirty...She'd go 
crazy without her job.  She wished he'd find something else to do...

                                  The Goose

    He was strolling down the main mall at UNLV, trying to figure out where 
his next class was.  It was cold.  A brisk breeze blowing out of the North.  
He bowed his head and didn't see her until it was too late.  They bumped.  He 
backed away, mumbled an apology...Vaguely recognized the young lady but 
couldn't quite place her ?

    "...Aahhh...Colonel...You don't remember do you ?"  She laughed for a bit 
and then continued.  "Your son told me at Christmas that you retired."  She 
leaned toward him conspiratorially.  "Out here checking out the babes ?"  The 
young lady straightened up and burst out laughing.  "Just joking, Colonel."

    She smelled great, her hair freshly washed...Just a hint of perfume.  The 
colonel felt uncomfortable as he still had no idea what her name was.  And... 
Yea !  He did check out the "babes."

    "Cris Chadwick, Colonel Townsend.  We met a couple of times last Summer.  
I was hanging out with your son's clique...Kind of hooking up with Johnny 
Albo.  Anyway, congrats on retiring..."

    Shit !  That was two years ago.  His retirement, that is.  Youth !  
Totally clueless...Not a care in the world...Thought the country owed them an 
education...Worse than those hippie fuckers in the sixties.  And what about 
him ?  Thought he had it made, cushy job out at the Test Site after his 
retirement...Twenty nine years...Oh !  Fuck !  How the time flew by ?!

    And then the world collapsed, just before Christmas.  Fuck !  What the 
fuck was a guy to do ?  Fifty-three and not a snowball's chance in hell of 
ever getting the type of responsibility he used to have.  But, hey !  This 
college shit was a gas.

    Surprised the hell out of Emily when he told her he was going back to 
school.  Shit !  She had enough degrees...All he had was a masters...In public 
Administration.  What a waste.

    The young girl was holding him up.  He'd be late for class.  "Where you 
heading, Colonel...Maybe we can walk together ?"  He asked her where CBC was ? 
She laughed, telling him he was heading in the wrong direction.  Shit !  He 
wished these civilian fucks could make a map somebody could use.  He was 
walking along beside her.  She was keeping up a banter of conversation.

    Before they parted, Cris asked if he had time for coffee after class.  He 
mumbled something and walked off to find his class room.  He was kind of 
disappointed she wasn't there when he showed up...But then he was fifteen 
minutes late.  He wanted to introduce himself to the instructor.  He didn't 
figure she'd show anyway.  He walked to his car and drove home.  Emily'd be 
late again tonight...Some meeting for some planning conference she's going to.

                                  The Gander

    Emily Townsend sat up close to the head of the table for no particular 
reason other than she was there early.  The meeting began right on time, for 
once, and was chaired by a very young man...Hispanic...More than attractive, 
really good looking and small...About five foot, five or so.  Emily was just a 
hair under five-two and was really tired of looking up at people when she 
spoke to them.

    Luis Jesus Hernandez noticed her right away.  She stood out in the crowd 
of fifteen.  The hair is what did it.  Red...God !  He was getting turned on 
just looking at her.  No push over, though...Sure of herself...A professional.  
Puts everything into her work.  Well, he'd just have to see that Emily 
Townsend got a little R&R when he visited Las Vegas for the ESL Regional 
Convention in May.  He'd start working on it right now as he moved toward her 
during the first break.

    "Ms. Townsend...Luis Hernandez...Everyone calls me 'LJ'.  Your reputation 
precedes you.  I read your dissertation on second language acquisition as it 
relates to the non-documented citizen.  Good research.  We were impressed up 
here in the department."

    Emily was flabbergasted.  That paper was five years old and he had to mean 
the Department of Education.  An opportunity ?  They had read something she'd 
written !  Oh !  How she'd love to work up here...Live up here in Reno, Carson 
City...Out of the heat in Las Vegas...He was asking her something ?  Shit !  
She'd have to find out who this guy was ?

    "...Anyway, some of us are getting together for lunch about two...Could 
you make it ?"

    Emily pretended to consult her calendar...Like she knew anyone up here !?  
Well, he didn't know that.  Some of these Latinos were real smooth operators.  
They lived with a different set of morals than most Americans but then on the 
other hand...Look at Clinton.  Plus she didn't want him to think she was 
clueless as to who he was.

    "Yes...Mr. Hernandez...That would be acceptable.  Where are we meeting ?"  
Emily had her own car, paid for by the district, and had no intention of 
having this guy arrange her entire itinerary.

    "How nice.  We're meeting in the hotel dining room.  See you then, Ms. 
Townsend and please call me 'LJ'."

    He gave her a little bow and went back to the head of the table.  Another 
Latino gentlemen got up and made some introductory remarks about how we'd all 
have to work together to get the job done...Blah...Blah...Blah.  She was 
reading the meeting agenda.  She looked at Mr. Hernandez after reading that he 
was the executive assistant for the head of the Nevada Department of 
Education.  He was looking back at her, smiling.

    Luis was imagining what Emily Townsend would look like naked.  She was 
small and he loved small women...He was small, well...In most places.  Where 
it counts, Luis Jesus Hernandez carried the goods and he knew how to use 
them...Had been using the tools since he was fourteen.  He floated back to 
that time as the speaker droned on and on.

    He was part of a gang of enlisted kids who traveled the officers quarters 
mowing lawns during the Summer.  This one particular ensign's wife was always 
kidding around with him about how cute he was.  At fourteen, Luis was starting 
to think about not wanting to be cute any more...

    ...Her two kids were running around the front room when he came to collect 
from her.  The ensign's wife said she didn't have money...Could he come back 
to collect tonight ?

    Luis thanked God almost everyday that he came back himself to collect that 
evening.  This one event focused the rest of his life.  Pointed him to where 
he is today...A man with "Juice" in a State that's run on "Juice."  And in a 
profession peopled mostly by women...Many of them married...Well, married 
women get horny, too !  And Luis was there for as many as he could be, 
consoling them, counseling them, helping them with their careers...And most 
important, at least for Luis, showing them a little excitement and then 
fucking them until they were limp.  He could do it almost any time he wanted 
to...To almost anyone.  Seven out of ten usually accepted his proposal to 
throw their marriage vows out the window and succumb to their baser instincts.  
He figured he had an excellent chance with Ms. Emily Townsend.

    .....The ensign's wife let him right in and within thirty seconds Luis 
knew something was going to happen that she didn't want anyone to know about.  
She made a big point of telling him the kids were gone and there was a bottle 
of tequila on the kitchen counter.  Although at fourteen, Luis was far from 
being a virgin; he was really still just a kid playing with other kids.  He'd 
never fucked a woman but was pretty sure it was going to happen tonight.  His 
cock twitched a little in his cut-off jeans.

    He figured the ensign's wife was in her late twenties, frosted hair with a 
tremendous body even after the two kids.  She was wearing a blouse that had 
the top three buttons unfastened and when she leaned over to get some glasses, 
Luis got a tremendous look at her tits.  She wasn't wearing a bra and her dark 
areolae and nipples were clearly visible when the blouse fell away from her 
upper body.

    Luis found her smiling at him when he looked back at her face.  She was 
still down on her haunches looking up at him.  Her cleavage was nice to look 
at even though she didn't have real big breasts...About baseball size, he 
figured.

    She made no move to get up.  Luis was wondering what she was going to do ?  
"Can you stay for a while ?"  She was smiling at him and then he noticed the 
makeup.  She'd made herself up for him.  He felt his penis lurch in his 
cut-offs.

    "Sure...As long as you want."  He felt bold...Entering new territory.  She 
reached for him and slipped her hand into the waist band of his cut-offs.  His 
cock was plainly visible, growing down the right leg of his shorts.  He 
noticed that she was staring at it.  It was still growing, getting fat and 
hard.  His was like a sausage, tapered at both ends but fat in the middle.  It 
sometimes looked deformed, like it might swell up and fall off like a fruit 
but it didn't.

    His fly was on the way down and the Ensign's wife was licking her lipstick 
covered lips...A bright red.  When his cock flopped out into view she looked 
up at him.  "Oh !  Luis...You've got a big cock here, honey !"  She was 
grasping it and had already started to stroke him.  Her other hand was opening 
the rest of the buttons of her blouse and now it was on the floor and her tits 
were free.

    The areolae were dark and crinkly...The nipples like little thumbs 
sticking out of the dark circles.  She was really jacking him off and Luis was 
moving his hips to her cadence.  Then her mouth was sucking him and he lost 
it.  He grabbed her head with both hands and forced all of his cock into her 
mouth.  She gagged...

    ...She was lying back on the kitchen floor, still coughing, pushing her 
shorts down her legs.  Jesus !  The kid damn near made her vomit.  What a nice 
cock !  She'd need a lot more of this and was sure Luis would be more than 
willing.  His cock was like a small baseball bat, growing out of a small clump 
of dark pubic hair...His balls tight up against the base of his penis.  Oh !  
God !  Did this kid have a nice, big, fat cock !

    Luis was staring at her naked form.  No bra...No panties.  Her bush was 
dark and hairy.  She was lying back, spreading her legs.  "Come on, Luis, fuck 
me !"  He didn't need encouragement and was between her legs in a flash.  She 
was reaching for his cock and pulling him toward her pussy.  Her other hand, 
combing the hair away from her slit.

    Luis thrust as hard as he could when he felt her warmth envelope him.  Her 
legs came up around him and she was clutching his shoulders.  He was fucking 
her and could feel the hard cold floor against his knees as he drove his cock 
in and out of her wet cunt.  She was moaning and groaning below him.  He was 
on his hands above her watching her face twist up in lust as his teenage cock 
drilled in and out of her belly.  Her areolae were all shrunken and crinkly.  
He kept pounding her, feeling her sheath sliding up and down his shaft as he 
fucked it in and out of her.

    He just noticed the perspiration building up on her chest and upper lip.  
Then a drip of sweat fell from his chin and splattered against her chest.  He 
was close and then the tingling began below his balls.  The semen was rushing 
down his shaft and burst into the freedom of her womb.  He was still pumping 
and she was shrieking.  Her cunt was a swamp of semen and he kept pushing his 
shrinking cock in and out of her spread loins like only a young kid could do.

    They were both panting.  He was still lying on top of her...Could feel the 
wetness between them...Then the shower and her lips were on him again.  He 
couldn't hold back and filled her hungry mouth with a load of teenage spunk.  
Later, in their big king size bed, she sat on Luis' face and taught him how to 
eat pussy.

    The ensign's wife became an almost daily affair...Whether her husband was 
off base or just at the office.  Luis was losing money by fucking her all the 
time.  One afternoon after a particularly good blow job he mentioned his 
problem.  When he left he had a twenty dollar bill in his pocket and was 
wondering if there were other women who would compensate him for his talent ?

    The ensign was transferred and his next conquest was an overweight 
lieutenant commander's wife.  Ok !  She was fat but had tremendous tits.  He 
caught her wearing a house dress one day, showing a lot of cleavage.  He 
openly ogled her breasts.  For several weeks, whenever he collected for the 
lawn, she'd be wearing the same house robe.

    One Wednesday she left a note.  She was out, wouldn't be home until after 
eight.  Luis was sure he'd fuck her.  The robe she was wearing left little to 
the imagination and Luis was between her chubby thighs just fucking the shit 
out of her in under ten minutes.  Her cunt was a forest of dark curly hair and 
her tits were stupendous...Huge udders of breast meat with areolae at least 
three, maybe four inches across.

    His first titty fuck and she gobbled up all his cum.  She was an animal 
and would do just about anything for him.  She was paying him thirty-five a 
visit and Luis was on cloud nine.

    The Summer before his senior year was a watershed.  He was working for the 
all ranks club, waiting tables at night and life guarding in the afternoon.  
He called it the Hernandez Scholarship Fund.  Just to himself, though.

    He was doing one of the cocktail waitresses in the evening after work, a 
tiny Filipino woman with a nice butt.  He first screwed her in the closet 
after work, just hiked up her short skirt and plugged into her as she leaned 
against the wall.  The tightness was exquisite.  She started giving him a 
percentage of her tips.

    Then there was the chief's daughter down at the pool.  She was in college 
and didn't like the attention her very large breasts drew from the many young 
enlisted men that frequented the pool.  She was easy...A little college talk.  
Some equal opportunity shit and Luis was porking her every afternoon when the 
pool closed.  Her tits were really impressive, huge balloons of black flesh, 
topped with almost purple areolae and nipples like thumbs.  He loved fucking 
her tits while they showered in the locked up changing rooms.  His brown cock 
sliding between those huge mountains of dark flesh...The cream of his load in 
contrast with her dark complexion...And her pussy...God !  A jungle of tight, 
curly black hair covered a very fat, juicy cunt.

    His crowning achievement, though, was stroking the base commander's wife.  
She was at least fifty but not a bad looking broad.  A little skinny but had a 
nice set of legs.  His boss at the pool mentioned that she'd like some 
swimming lessons.  After a couple lessons, she asked him to come by her 
quarters to be paid.  She was still in her swimming suit and ten minutes 
later, Luis was pumping his meat in and out of her sloppy wet cunt.  She was a 
very generous woman and arranged for him to receive some additional 
scholarship money for college.  And his spanish teacher wrote him a glowing 
recommendation but then he was stroking the twenty-five year old single 
lady...Improving her accent.

    College at the University of Nevada, Reno was great.  He worked most 
weekends down town looking for those hungry women...The ones looking for a 
good time.  Luis was good at what he did and didn't often go without a lot of 
pocket change.  It wasn't unusual for him to have dates both Friday and 
Saturday nights.  Luis was a cocksman and could have just about anyone he 
wanted.

    The red head in the second row piqued his interest.  He wanted to watch 
her grovel for it.  He was sure she'd never done that before...He bet there 
was a lot of shit she'd never done before.  He was dying to teach her but was 
smart enough to realize it would need to be a very careful seduction.  Emily 
Townsend would not be an easy fuck.  He was eager for that age old game to 
begin.

                                  The Goose

    He knew he was staring but couldn't pull his eyes away from her.  He'd 
been following the butt in the tight jeans for about three minutes.  Her long 
dark hair almost reached her waist.  She reminded him of that girl friend of 
his son...The one he ran into back in January.  He couldn't even remember her 
name.

    The girl turned toward the library but Rick Townsend continued forward.  
Boy !  Would he like to get into a little of that.

    "Colonel Townsend...Colonel."  Rick turned.  The girl he'd been following 
was running toward him.  Jesus !  It was her.  God !  She had a terrific 
little butt.

    He was silent but that didn't deter her.  "I thought that was you but I 
wasn't sure...The hair...It looks good...Gonna grow it long, like a hippie ?"  
He laughed.  She started laughing, too.  She leaned over toward him like they 
were conspiring to over throw the government.  "If you want to score some good 
weed...That's what you guys called it back then...Wasn't it ?"

    "Yea...That's right..."

    "Cris...Cris Chadwick."

    "That's right, Cris."  He was thinking of bullshitting her but decided 
against it.  "I only tried it a couple of times...I was always scared of 
getting caught."  God ! That made it sound like he was a wimp !

    They talked for about ten minutes.  He was surprised at her sophisticated 
arguments for the legalization of the weed, they called marijuana.  She tore 
off a sheet of binder paper and wrote out her name and phone number.  "If you 
get a free night...Give me a call.  We'll go out.  I think it'd be cool.  Your 
son's tried it a couple of times."

    Rick told her when they parted that she should call him "Rick."  A 
familiarity he'd not shared except with a few men and their wives for many 
years.  He hardly heard from any of them.  Never saw them anymore.  His wife, 
after twenty nine years of camp following, now had a promising career started. 

    God !  She was his son's age.  He was awash in guilt...But here he's 
flirting with a nineteen year old friend of his son.  He felt embarrassed he'd 
followed her.  He could tell by the way she looked at him.  She knew he'd been 
thinking impure thoughts about her fanny.  God !  She had a butt on her !  And 
almost agreeing to smoke some marijuana with her !?  What was he thinking ?

    Rick Townsend had a wet dream early the following morning.  Cris 
Chadwick's long dark hair was covering his groin, he could feel her lips 
sliding up and down the shaft of his cock.  Every once and a while she'd lick 
his balls while stroking his penis with her hand.  He was going to cum in her 
mouth.  Emily had never ever come close to allowing him to do that.  One, two, 
three spurts of hot cum...He felt the warmth and wetness spread out against 
his stomach.  Rick rolled over in disgust, crept out of bed and cleaned up the 
mess with a towel.  God !  He hoped Emily slept through it ?!

                                  The Gander

    Rick Townsend was wandering through the crowd.  He'd sighted Emily several 
times.  She was busy with this or that and always had her note pad with her.  
She was in charge.  He noted the assertion in her tone with people.  He could 
tell by the tone if they were important or just peasants.  He laughed and saw 
himself, not too many years ago.

    He spoke to her twice but then she was rushing off to take care of some 
real or imagined emergency.  The cocktail party was packed.  The thrust of the 
conversation was that the convention had been a terrific success.  The 
success, a result of the outstanding organization.  His wife had been 
co-organizer with some guy in Carson City.  That's all he knew.  The guy had 
been calling all Spring long - two, three times a week.

    Rick got horny watching his wife playing the game.  She looked fantastic.  
Her hair a brilliant red, her body teased him.  He knew what it looked like 
naked, under all the clothes.  The breasts, still some what firm, not much 
sag.  Her freckles and her furry pussy...What a jewel.  He wished he was 
getting into her every once and a while.  God !  How long had it been ?  Over 
four years...He was afraid to ask for it...Fear of rejection.

    He saw the phones...Remembered the binder paper in his wallet.  Emily 
would be here until the cows came home and still high from rubbing elbows with 
the powerful.  Like a magnet, he was drawn toward the bank of phones.

    Emily was glad he left.  She was so busy and couldn't expect him to follow 
her around.  Plus, what was she going to say ?  Here's my husband, the college 
student.  That didn't sound good.

    Luis had called her about ten minutes ago.  He wanted her to get upstairs 
right away.  The head of the Department of Education was leaving shortly and 
wanted to thank her personally.  Emily had a better idea.  She glanced at her 
watch.  She had three minutes to greet him at the door and escort him to the 
limo.  She was in position just as the elevator doors opened and was all 
smiles as the compliments came her way.  Maybe, she could come up to Carson 
City and see what they were up to this Summer ?  She was very courteous and 
respectful.  This was a real opportunity !

    Luis and Emily rode the same elevator back up to the courtesy room.  This 
had been Emily's idea.  Segregate the important, the VIPs, from the every day 
delegates...Done every day in the armed forces.  It made people feel 
important.  The two of them entered the suite and found thirty or forty people 
devouring the horsdoeuvres and swilling the free booze.  Emily's idea again. 
Get everyone to fork over five bucks...A nominal amount and it appeared free.

    Luis was opening a bottle of chilled champagne...For her.  Several 
co-workers were gathering around.  They all toasted the coordinators...Her and 
Luis.  It was late...Very unusual for the head of the Department of 
Education...He must have really enjoyed himself !?  The crowd thinned out.  
Some of the younger staffers were dancing among the furniture.

    "Dance, Ms. Townsend ?"  She was surprised it was Luis.  He'd hardly paid 
any attention to her all evening.  She'd been disappointed after all the 
attention he'd paid to her this Spring.  She accepted his arm and let him 
guide her out into a clear area.  They were dancing close and she could feel 
the warmth of his body.  The hand at the small of her back was tingling, like 
he was massaging her.  She relaxed into his arms and let him guide her around.

    They shared champagne out of the same glass.  She knew it was late but 
Rick had told her to stay as late as she wanted.  Las Vegas was an all night 
city.  She could say they all went out to breakfast...She'd inflate the titles 
as those remaining were low level staffers...Other than her and Luis.  They 
were dancing in one of the bedrooms.  She couldn't remember quite how they got 
there.

    She heard some laughing from the other room and then it was cut off as the 
door closed.  A thought flashed through her mind...Being alone, in a hotel 
room, late at night with a man...She was asking for it...Not with Luis, 
though.  She was so at ease with Luis.  He asked her opinion and wasn't afraid 
to admit that her idea was better than his.  They'd worked well as a team and 
he'd been a total gentleman.  They were sitting on the edge of the bed, 
draining the last of the champagne.  She was light headed and then they were 
dancing again.  Maybe, she was asking for it ?

    Luis was sure she was ready to tango when he pulled her to her feet.  She 
might resist a little but would eventually spread her legs for him.  Once 
there, she was his and he could hardly wait to get her up North this Summer.  
She'd grovel.  Luis was sure of it !  His hands crept down and pressed her 
belly against his.  His cock was growing and it wouldn't be long before she 
noticed it.

    Emily was curious.  She could feel the thing but didn't think it could be 
what she thought it was...It was too big.  It had to be something in his 
pocket ?  His hands were on the swell of her ass.  Her belly was glued to his 
and she could feel the pipe against her thigh.  Now, there was no doubt in her 
mind.  Luis had a big dick and it was hard.  She felt his hands cup her ass.  
The lump ground against her crotch.  She should step away from him.

    Luis felt her hesitate.  He squeezed the cheeks of her ass together and 
she made a sound.  His breath was on her bare skin of neck and the pin pricks 
of goose bumps spread out ahead of his mouth.  His teeth were on her skin and 
bit her very tenderly.  She tensed up and then melted to him and he was 
grinding his iron hard cock against her.  He could feel her move against him.  
She was in the bag.

    Emily was still holding on to him, tightly.  She shouldn't be but believed 
she'd gone beyond being able to stop it.  Luis had a tremendous hardon rubbing 
against her belly and crotch.  Her stomach was filled with butterflies.  She 
was alive and being seduced...Like she was a young girl again...Only this was 
more...More what ?  The last time it was in the back seat of a car, going home 
with the mess dribbling into her panties.  Tonight would be between the sheets 
of a very clean bed.

    The last alarm bell sounded when Luis slid his tongue into her mouth.  It 
was consumed by the lust boiling in her loins.  She never remembered being 
this ready for sex...Oh !  Yea !  A couple of times when she was younger, in 
college, and then Rick...The thought was gone.  One of his hands was on her 
right breast and she could feel the bed behind her.

    She sat abruptly and giggled.  His cock was a tent in his slacks.  God !  
It was huge.  She was looking almost level at it.  She blushed when she looked 
up at his face.  His jacket was coming off and now she was sure she'd gone too 
far but was powerless to stop it.  She'd be a prick tease...In the back of her 
mind, thoughts of what Luis could do for her tickled her consciousness.

    He was on his knees at her feet and now she was looking down at him.  He 
was kissing her nylon covered knees and inching her skirt up.  She giggled 
again and her skirt went higher.  He was going to use his mouth on her...Down 
there, where she was covered with hair.  She hadn't bathed since this morning 
but was eager and spread her thighs as the skirt inched upward.  His mouth was 
on mid-thigh, taking a bite out of the meat of her thigh.  She closed them 
around his neck.

    Luis forcibly moved her thighs apart.  The skirt hiked up around her lower 
waist.  He could see the patch of hair covering her sex through the panty 
hose.  She wasn't wearing panties.  Good !  Panties just soaked up the juices.  
Her pussy was going to be as juicy as a ripe pear.  He could hardly wait to 
taste her juice through the hose.  He looked up and smiled at her as she 
looked down at him through her raised, spread knees.

    Luis buried his face against her crotch, his tongue digging into her meaty 
labia.  She had a good pad of pubic hair and even through the panty hose he 
could tell that it was natural.  His cock was still hard and he was grinding 
it against the side of the mattress.  He chewed on her cunt lips and she 
flopped back down on the mattress.

    Emily was almost out of control...A rare occurrence.  Her consciousness 
was so focused on her crotch that she didn't think she was anything other than 
a hungry cunt.  She was drooling lubricant and could actually smell herself.  
She had her heels dug into the side of the mattress and was moving her hips 
around as Luis chewed and licked at her crotch.  She was bucking her ass up 
and down when she grabbed for his hair.

    She was afraid she hurt him as he stopped chewing almost immediately.  He 
bit the inside of her thigh.  It hurt.  She released his hair and he was 
rising between her legs.  His slacks were coming open and now his dick popped 
out.  God !  It was huge.  She'd never seen one this big.  Apprehension spread 
through her.

    "Grab your knees, Emily."  He was stroking his cock.  It was so fat.  Like 
a big sausage.  His other hand was pulling her panty hose up off her rear end.  
His cock was against her opening.  "Oh !  You're tight, Emily !"  She could 
hear the excitement in his voice and then her belly was full of meat.  It was 
just like her hymen giving way so many years ago.

    Luis was stroking in and out of her.  His belly coming into contact with 
the back of her thighs on every stroke.  Her panty hose were stretched around 
mid-thighs as he drove his meat deep into her belly, stretching her cunt wide.  
Her eyes were opening and closing as the waves of pleasure washed over her.  
Her cunt and belly were being invaded.  She was hunching back at him.

    Luis was forcing a good rhythm.  The sound of his clothes rustling against 
her nylon covered legs was a real turn on.  Just their sex parts were naked 
and coupled together.  Oh !  She was so tight.  He imagined what her asshole 
was going to feel like with his hard cock rammed into it...What her mouth 
would look like dribbling his seed out of it as his cock stretched her lips 
wide.  The first spurt was a gusher and he could feel the leakage almost 
immediately.  Two more strokes and another spurt exploded out of his cock.

    Emily was in the throws of her third or forth orgasm since he forced his 
cock into her.  She was so full...perfered straight sex to oral sex but had to 
admit that she'd let Luis lick her down there any time.  No one had ever got 
her this hot and no one had ever come close to making her cum like this.  She 
was tensing up again when she felt the first glob of semen spurt into her 
belly.

    He was still fucking her, just driving his cock in and out of her.  She 
could hear the squishy sound that his cock and her cunt made as he pounded, 
his meat into her meat.

    Luis was ready for the icing on the cake.  He knew she'd gotten her 
cookies, several times if his estimate was any where near.  He staggered away 
from her, wobbly on his feet.  His spent cock was dangling down against his 
shorts, glistening with her juices and his cream.

    "Sorry...I got carried away.  I'll take more time the next time...And I 
sincerely hope that's about five minutes from now in the shower.  I'll meet 
you there."  He turned and walked funny like with his pants half down his 
thighs to the bathroom.

    Emily let her legs fall over the bed.  She could feel his seed seep out of 
her.  His mouth on her in the shower...Then his dick in her.  She was throwing 
her blouse to the floor and slipping out of her skirt.  The panty hose were 
stretched beyond comprehension.  She padded naked to the bathroom, feeling his 
wetness on the inside of her thighs.

                                [continued in]
                           The Goose and the Gander
                                  [part two]

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