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If, for some reason, you feel offended by sexual stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry, it's all fantasy.

This and most of my stories would have been a mess of spelling errors and 
grammatical rubbish, had it not been for Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very 
thankful for their patient work and encouragement.

If you liked the story, then feel free to tell me so. If you thought it 
could have been better, please let me know as well. My E-mail is 
henlar@hotmail.com.




(c) Henrik Larsen 2000.
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Computer conference.

Computer conferences might sound very interesting, if you are a computer 
freak. And mighty boring, if you are not. I'm not a computer freak, but my 
work happens to be in the computer business and I have attended a number of 
these conferences over the years in the line of duty. Apart from a slim 
chance of actually learning something, it's actually a good opportunity to 
make some informal contacts with people who are working with the same 
programs and problems as yourself. In other words: Conferences are social 
events. I guess the same applies to conferences in other areas.

The main problem with the social side of these events is the lack of the 
female gender in the world of computers. I think something like 99% of 
people working with computer are men. In other words: If you are looking for 
a little adventure, your chances are best if you are gay. But there are 
exceptions.

This conference was one of my first. I had attended other conferences 
before, but I had recently got a new job, working with a new program, so it 
would be all new people on this conference. Around 150 people would be 
attending and I knew from my previous experience that the regulars had 
formed small groups and it could be difficult to get into one of those 
groups, unless you already knew somebody there. So I hoped there would be a 
familiar face or two.

After checking in at the hotel and registering for the 3-day conference, I 
sat in the lobby, having a cup of coffee and looking at people arriving. I 
saw a couple of faces I had seen before, but not anybody I really knew until 
I spotted a woman, trying to get through the doors with a fairly big 
suitcase. What caught my eye in the first place was her prominent belly. She 
was, as Mel Brooks put it in "Silent Movie", incredibly pregnant.

I couldn't recognise her stomach, but when I looked at her face, I could see 
that we had met before. To be more precise, we had met on a course in System 
Recovery, a little short of a year ago. She wasn't pregnant then, at least 
not so much you could tell, if at all.

We were only 14 people attending that course, so we had had a chance to get 
to know each other, despite the fact that the course had carried on into the 
evening all days except Thursday, when we had the traditional 
"get-together". We didn't have much energy left and since there was only one 
woman attending the course, there wasn't much dancing or flirting. Susan, 
that was her name, was a very married, very monogamous young wife and 
although she was very gregarious, she made it quite clear that she was 
spoken for, as she put it. They had more than just spoken, judging from her 
present appearance.

I walked over to Susan.

'Hello and congratulations. When is the baby due?'

She turned around and smiled when she saw me.

'Oh, hello and thank you. She's due in four weeks.'

'You know it's going to be a girl?'

'No, I can just feel it,' she giggled.

'Oh yes. Women can feel that sort of things. And you have already bought a 
lot of pink clothes, right?'

'No, not that much, unless you ask my husband. He doesn't seem to have any 
idea how many clothes a baby needs. And I still have a couple of weeks to go 
berserk in the Baby shops. If I'm still able to move,' she added and looked 
down on her voluminous stomach.

'If you can attend this conference, you can do a little shopping as well. If 
not for any other reason, then because you can't find anything better to do 
while you wait. My wife was bored stiff the last couple of weeks.'

'Oh! How many kids do you have?' Susan asked, a little surprised.

'Only one, so far. But we have no intentions of stopping there. At least 
two.'

'Boy or girl?'

'A girl.'

The clerk handed Susan the key to her room and I gallantly offered to carry 
her bags up, something I rapidly regretted, when I felt the weight of it. 
Why on earth do women always bring so much?

Susan knew a group of people at the conference and I sort of blended in with 
them. At the end of the second day, I realised that I hadn't spoken very 
much with Susan. A pity, really. I liked her and we got along so well. But 
there would be a chance at the party that evening.

We started with a nice dinner and like so often on conferences like this 
one, after dinner, the bar was sponsored by one of the vendors, trying to 
sell their product. I don't know why they think they can make people buy 
their products by serving free drinks, but they keep trying and I don't mind 
that much.

Anyway, after dinner and a slightly boring discussion about a software 
problem that I badly needed a solution to, I spotted Susan, sitting in a 
chair, alone with an empty glass. When I got closer, I could see that she 
looked a little sad.

'So, can I get you something to drink,' I asked, trying to sound as cheering 
as possible.

Susan smiled a tired smile.

'I'll have another one. Rum and Coke,' she said, with a voice that revealed 
that it wasn't the first rum and coke tonight.

'OK.'

I went up for a Rum and Coke for her and one for me. On the way back to her, 
it suddenly stuck me as strange that she was drinking. First and foremost 
because she didn't drink very much when I met her the first time and 
secondly because she was pregnant. She wasn't the kind of woman I would 
expect to see getting loaded when she was pregnant. But I was a coward and I 
didn't mention it, when I handed her the drink. We talked a little, mainly 
about the little new baby. It became more and more clear to me that 
something was wrong. Not only had she had several drinks, but she was also 
very sad. I mean, she said she looked forward to the baby and all that, but 
her voice betrayed her.

When she asked me to get another drink, my sense of responsibility defeated 
the coward.

'Susan, you shouldn't drink so much. Think of the baby.'

Tears began to fill Susan's eyes.

'I'm sick and tired of thinking of the baby,' she frowned. 'I'm fat and 
ugly. I feel like a whale on land. I just feel so, so. . . .'

I put my arm around her and held her.

'Hey now. You are certainly not fat and ugly. You are pregnant and very, 
very pretty,' I said, trying to comfort her.

We sat for a while without talking, Susan trying to get her breathing under 
control again. When she was back to almost normal, she looked up at me.

'I think I want to go to bed. I don't feel so good.'

'I'll take you up to your room.'

'Thanks. I think I would like that.'

I helped her up and we walked up to her room, me supporting her as her legs 
were a little wobbly. We only just made it to her room and the bathroom, 
before she got sick. I supported her but some of her long hair still got in 
the way. It took a while before it was all out. I got her some water to 
drink and a towel and got her fixed up a little. We sat down on the bed.

'I'm sorry. Thanks,' Susan said with a weak smile.

'Are you OK now?' I asked.

'I actually feel a lot better. I shouldn't have had those Rum and Cokes, 
especially the last one. I can't take very much and especially not now. I 
just felt so lousy.'

'I know. It's always the last one that makes you sick. If you think it will 
help to talk about it, I'm all ears. Apart from being curious as hell, I'm a 
fairly good listener,' I said with a smile.

'Thanks, but I think I need a shower real badly. My hair stinks.'

'I can come back when you have showered, if you feel like talking. I might 
need a shower myself,' I said, looking down over my slightly stained 
clothes.

'I'm really sorry. I've ruined your evening and thrown up over your 
clothes,' she said. 'I should have stayed at home. I'm so fat and clumsy.'

'Come on. You're not fat, you're pregnant and you are really beautiful. 
There are few things as beautiful as a pregnant woman.'

'Yeah, the fertile mother-goddess. But it's not very sexy, is it?' Susan 
answered, depressed.

'On the contrary. It's very sexy.'

'My husband doesn't seem to think that it is. He uses all kinds of excuses 
to avoid having sex with me. I mean, he does everything for me. He thinks 
I'm incapable of doing anything, when I'm pregnant. Including having sex.'

'But its no problem to have sex during pregnancy,' I said, slightly 
surprised that anyone would think so these days.

'That why I know I don't look sexy. We haven't had sex for five months. As 
soon as it showed, everything stopped.'

'Well, it doesn't have to be that way. Many men love pregnant women and I'm 
sure it's just because your husband is insecure and really doesn't know that 
you can have sex during pregnancy. Have you tried to talk about it?'

'Yes. . . . I mean no, not really. I mean, I . . . . I'm a little drunk now, 
you know and . . . . I'm not used to. . . . How do you talk about that? "Oh, 
by the way, why won't you make love to me?" Can't do that, can I? Maybe I 
could now, because I'm a little drunk or maybe it's just easier, because 
it's you and not him.'

'Well, if you had a nice dinner and a little wine and so on, don't you think 
you could talk to him as you talk to me?'

Susan shrugged.

'I shouldn't drink when I'm pregnant. It's not good for the child. Oh, I'm 
not good at this. Sex isn't really that important. I just miss it. . . .' 
She started crying, but pulled herself together. 'I'm no good at this. . . . 
'

'I think you are doing ok. I mean, it's your husband that doesn't want to 
have sex, isn't it? Doesn't it help a little to masturbate?'

Susan's eyes opened wide and she blushed fiercely.

'I'm married. I don't . . . .' she gasped, indignantly.

'Hey, come on. I'm married and I do it. I bet your husband does it. Nice 
girls do it too, they just don't talk about it.'

'I. . . . it. . . . feels wrong somehow. I've never really. . . .' Susan 
stuttered, blushing.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you,' I said in a comforting voice.

Susan smiled timidly.

'You don't have to be sorry. I was the one that started to talk about. . . . 
sex.'

'I guess you were. Do you feel better now?'

Susan smiled.

'I think so.'

Then she giggled and added: 'But I feel even hotter than before.'

She blushed more than when I asked her about the masturbation, but she also 
smiled the cutest, shy smile, as if she was a little schoolgirl, who had 
said something really nasty.

Before she got pregnant, Susan was slim but with very feminine curves, nice 
but fairly ordinary looking. She had put on a little weight, apart from the 
obvious, and her face looked fuller. She got small dimples, when she smiled. 
It looked so cute. Actually, she looked a lot better now than before she got 
pregnant.

'Well, you could try cold showers,' I joked.

'I know I need a shower,' she replied almost playfully and poked me in the 
side.

'Want me to stay and wash your back?' I said, still joking.

Susan looked thoughtful for a second, then smiled shyly.

'Yes. There're some other places I can't seem to reach, too.'

I suddenly realised she wasn't joking. She was asking me to stay and shower 
with her. Did I want to? The question flew through my brain and the answer 
came quickly: Yes. She was so beautiful and I tried to tell myself that it 
would be a good deed to help this woman out of her misery. It wouldn't 
really be adultery; I would just help her, give her what her husband hadn't 
given her. I would be doing her a favour, just that. It only took me a few 
nanoseconds to decide. I was even convinced that my wife would agree to this 
deed of mercy, should she ever, god forbid it, get to know about it.

'I would love to help you reach anything you want me to,' I replied, 
smiling.

We sat in silence for a moment, timidly looking at each other. Then I got up 
and reached out to help Susan to her feet.

'Are you sure?' I asked her.

'Yes,' She answered. 'I want to be . . .close to you.'

She giggled and blushed. I began to open her dress, slowly unbuttoning it to 
reveal the prominent stomach. She was wearing a white, lace bra and as far 
as I could tell, her breasts had grown a bit. I mean, I hadn't seen them 
before, but she used to be fairly skinny and her breasts didn't look big 
before. I caressed her stomach.

'It's going to be in the way,' Susan giggled nervously.

'We'll get around it.'

The dress opened and I helped her out of it. The panties matched her bra, 
but they were hardly visible, hidden as they were by her stomach. I looked 
at her.

'God, you look so sexy.'

Susan blushed.

'You're just saying that to make me happy,' she said a little sadly.

'I think you will believe me, when I take off my clothes.'

I began taking my clothes off. It didn't take long before my hard cock was 
very visible, trying to burst through my underwear. Now, we were both 
standing in our underwear, not sure who was going to take the next step. It 
had been so long since I had been with anybody but my wife and I was feeling 
as if this was the first time I was going to get naked with a girl.

Through some kind of telepathy, we both began to take our underwear off at 
the same time. I watched as Susan released her big, swelling breasts. They 
were pure white and the blue veins showed very clearly through the pale 
skin. Her aureoles were dark brown, stretched out because of the growth of 
her breasts, yet they looked puffy and soft. The nipples looked swollen and 
so sensitive, just waiting to be touched. The skin on her stomach was 
stretched out but it still looked smooth. She looked so soft and sensual.

Susan stood with her legs a little apart to keep her balance. Under the big 
stomach, I could see the pussylips through a light cover of black hairs. The 
outer lips were swollen as if she was very aroused. I guess she was.

My cock confirmed to Susan that my statement was correct. It sprang free as 
I pulled down my underwear and stood out, hard as a steel bar. I could see 
Susan trying to steal a glimpse of it, secretly, while she bashfully looked 
down at the floor. I took her hand.

'Let's get your hair cleaned,' I said and dragged her off to the bathroom.

There was a big bathtub and a shower. I considered for a moment filling the 
tub, but it would take a long time and maybe Susan would lose her nerve 
while waiting. I didn't want to risk that, not now. My mind and especially 
my cock, was set on making love to her. I turned on the shower and entered. 
There was room enough for both of us, also Susan's stomach. But because of 
Susan's stomach, our bodies touched, no matter how we stood. We stood, front 
to front. Susan was a little smaller than me and her stomach was pressed 
against the lower part of my stomach, which meant that my cock was rubbing 
against the underside of her stomach. Susan jerked.

'I'm sorry, but I'm terribly ticklish and your cock is touching one of the 
most ticklish places,' she giggled.

'Turn around then and I'll wash your back and your hair.'

She did and she put her hands against the wall, leaning towards it and 
pushing her soft buttocks against my groin. My cock nestled between the soft 
globes and I began to put shampoo in her hair. After washing out the shampoo 
again, I started on her back, soaping and massaging it. Susan rested her 
head on her arms and enjoyed my hands on her back.

Slowly, I moved lower and lower, caressing and massaging her. Her muscles 
were tense from carrying the extra weight and she moaned when my thumbs dug 
into the sore muscles, just over her arse. She pushed back at me and I was 
pushed back against the wall. My hands moved down over her buttocks and 
spread them. I could see my cock rub against her anus and down to her pussy, 
spreading her swollen lips. Susan moaned and rocked a little back and forth, 
making my cock rub her with longer strokes.

I reached around her and cupped her breasts. They felt heavy in my hands and 
I let gravity press her nipples into the palms of my hands while I moved 
them in small circles. Susan purred and moaned and her nipples grew harder. 
Her heavy, soft tits felt so good. I rubbed hard against her and squeezed 
her tits, catching the nipples between my fingers and squeezing them too. 
Susan whimpered and her legs began to shake a little.

'Let's go to bed,' I whispered in her ear.

She didn't answer, just nodded and turned to face me again. We kissed for 
the first time, long and deep under the running water. My hands found those 
magnificent breasts again and caressed them . . . soft, hard, pinched the 
nipples rolled them between my fingers, did everything I could possibly 
imagine doing with such lovely, soft breasts. And it was driving Susan 
crazy.

'Come on,' she gasped and pulled me out of the shower in the middle of 
another kiss.

We didn't have time to dry our selves or each other. There were two beds in 
the room, so I guess Susan could sleep in the other one, should the one we 
were using become too wet. But with the heat we generated, I was pretty sure 
it would evaporate quickly.

Susan lay down on her side and I lay down behind her, like spoons.

'Are you lying comfortably?' I asked her.

'Yes. It's the only way I can relax without the stomach being in the way.'

She turned her head and looked at me.

'Everything becomes so difficult, when you have a stomach like this.'

'Don't worry. It'll be just fine.'

I caressed her back and buttocks and kissed her neck. Susan sighed and 
pulled up the upper leg. Her inner thigh was so smooth. My fingers slipped 
in between her puffy lips. Susan wasn't wet, she was soaked. It was as if 
somebody had poured a bottle of oil into her vagina and now it was leaking 
out. My fingers slowly explored the oily folds and crevices. The juices 
flowed freely from her and within a few seconds, not only her pussy was wet 
and slippery, so was her thigh and arsehole.

'Do you like it?' I whispered in her ear.

'Uhhhmmm. I love it. I have missed it soooo much.'

'Anything particular you have missed, very VERY much?'

'All of it. Do anything you can think of that will make me feel good. Now 
that I've gone so far, I might as well go all the way. I can always say I 
was drunk and you took advantage of me,' Susan said, her voice filled with 
lust.

'Do you want me to take advantage of you?'

'Yeeesss. I want you to take advantage of me until I can't remember my own 
name.'

'Like this?' I asked her, rubbing my thumb over her arsehole.

'Oh God,' She said, tensing a little, but then relaxing. 'It. . . . God, it 
feels strange.'

My thumb was slippery enough to get past the tight ring of muscles and enter 
the tight hole. I let my index finger slide into the right hole and at the 
same time, the rest of my fingers were circling around Susan's clit.

'Uhhhhng. . . . yes. . . . more. . . .'

Susan's breathing was getting faster. She stopped talking and just 
whimpered. My finger penetrated her deeper and deeper until the thick joint 
of my thumb stretched her tiny hole. Susan groaned a little.

'Is it still good?'

'It. . . . feels soo . . . strange. . . . naughty.' She whimpered. 'I. . . 
wanna be naughty tonight. . . . I want to . . . . do everything to me. . . . 
everywhere.'

I felt a strong urge to pull my fingers out and let my cock take over, but 
it would end much too soon. Instead, I reached around her with my free hand 
and caressed one of her breasts. My fingers played with the hard nipple, 
rolling it between them and pinching it lightly.

Susan had grabbed the sheet with her hands and tried to pull it off, holding 
back her breath. Her pussy began to feel tight around my finger and her 
already tight arsehole tightened as if she was trying to snap off my thumb.

I pinched her nipple a little harder and leaned over her.

'Do you want to come with my cock in your arse?' I whispered in her ear.

I put that question to her a little too late or maybe the question helped 
her over the edge. She stretched her legs and pressed them tightly around my 
hand and she whimpered and trembled while the orgasm peeked.

I gently pulled my fingers out of her when she relaxed her grip around my 
hand. Susan turned her head and looked at me with blurred eyes.

'That was so good. I can't recall when I have felt so good.'

'I take that as a compliment.'

Susan giggled.

'I felt so naughty, actually enjoying your finger . . . . back there. Do you 
think I'm . . . . perverted or something?'

'No. I think you are very lovely and very sexy and I want to do whatever you 
want me to tonight. I guess you have always been a nice girl and never done 
anything dirty like having someone touch your arsehole? Has your husband 
ever licked your pussy?'

'No, it's dir. . .' she cut off herself. 'No, I have never let him do it. He 
wanted to and he wanted me to take his . . . . cock in my mouth. I have 
always refused it, but . . . . will you . . . . lick me down there?'

'I would love to. I love to go down on a woman.'

'I think I want that, but I have to use the toilet first. There isn't much 
room inside, when you are pregnant. I have to pee all the time. Sorry.'

Susan giggled shyly and got up to go to the toilet. I was lying on my back, 
waiting for her. When she came back, she crawled up on the bed on all fours 
and stopped when her head was over my cock. She studied it closely and gave 
it a little kiss on the tip. Another followed the first, quick kiss, 
slightly longer this time. Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue and touched 
the tip of my cock. She hesitated for a second, then made up her mind and 
took the head of my cock into her mouth.

At first, she just held it in her mouth without moving but then she began to 
move her head up and down. She was sucking very hard on it, making slurping 
sounds. Her lips sealed tighter around the shaft and pulled the foreskin 
down, exposing the head to her hot mouth.

She looked up at me, triumphant, and took a little more of my cock into her 
mouth. A little too much, because it hit the back of her mouth and made her 
gag a little. She backed away an inch and swallowed, but her eyes was still 
smiling when she looked up at me again. Despite her inexperience, it felt 
incredibly good.

'If you keep doing that, I'm going to come.' I warned her.

She lifted her head for a moment.

'If you can get it up again later, you can come as much as you like.'

Then she dived again, this time using her tongue too, swirling it around the 
head. I wasn't absolutely sure that I would be able to get it up again right 
away, but my resistance was low and I let her suck until I was ready to 
explode.

'Susan, I'm going to come.'

'Uhu,' she replied without taking my cock out of her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down faster and faster, occasionally making her gag 
again. It was just too much for me.

'I'm coming,' I said as a last; a useless warning as I released my load into 
her mouth.

Susan kept my cock in her mouth until I had finished coming. She didn't 
swallow my cum and when she released my cock, she began looking around for 
somewhere to spit out the hot fluids in her mouth. I could see a brief look 
of panic come over her face. Then she got up and rushed out into the 
bathroom. She returned quickly.

'I'm sorry, but I couldn't swallow it. I had planned to, but it was just. . 
. . I couldn't. It didn't taste bad, but it felt. . . . strange. I'm sorry.'

'Don't be sorry. You were fantastic. I did try to warn you, but you didn't 
stop, so I thought it was ok to come in your mouth. I shouldn't have, but 
you felt so good.'

'Really?' Susan said and her face lit up. 'Maybe we can do it again?'

'I need a rest first. But I promise I'll be back in shape again. With a sexy 
girl like you next to me. . . .'

Susan looked thoughtful. She lay next to me, on her side.

'I. . . . enjoyed having you in my mouth and feeling you come in my mouth,' 
she said, blushing. 'It was kind of. . . . slutty and it . . . . made me 
hot.'

She looked down, shyly.

'Do you think I'm a slut because I did that?'

I laughed and caressed her cheek lovingly.

'No. I don't think you are a slut. I think you are a lovely, sexy girl and 
it's not slutty to enjoy oral sex. all you want is to act naughty. You are a 
nice girl aren't you? And you want to let go, just this one time, right?'

'I think so. I. . . . I mean, it felt so good the way you made me feel 
before and normally, I would be. . . . satisfied now, but I feel . . . .'

Susan searched for the right word and I do think she knew what she wanted to 
say, but she didn't seem to be able to get it across her lips.

'You're still horny?' I said, trying to help her along.

'Yes,' she giggled.

'Because you think of all the things you have never tried but really want to 
try?'

She blushed fiercely and giggled.

'Maybe,' She giggled nervously. 'I. . . . there are so many things nice 
girls don't do. . . . but . . . . well some of it. . . . might be. . . . 
feel good. Like your finger before. . . . you know. . . .'

She blushed and looked down.

'Don't be embarrassed. I won't laugh at you or tell anyone. Nice girls don't 
necessarily have the most fun, you know.'

'Can we. . . . I mean,' Susan hesitated. 'Can I tell you a secret and you 
promise never to tell?'

'It'll be safe with me.'

'And you promise you won't laugh or think I'm a freak or something?'

'Unless it's a joke, I won't laugh and you are certainly not a freak, no 
matter what you tell me. Of course, if you are going to tell me you are a 
vampire or something, I might back off.' I joked.

'Noooo, it's not like that. It's . . . . I had this boyfriend, before I was 
married and he. . . . he wanted me to see an X-rated movie with him. I 
wouldn't at first, but then he talked me into it and . . . . it was this 
young girl and two men and they did all sorts of things to her. I mean, they 
kind of forced her to do things. At least, it looked like she liked to be 
forced. . . . She took them in her mouth and she let them come on her face 
and they . . . . had sex with her both in her pussy and . . . . arse. They 
even licked her arsehole and made her do it to them. I. . . . freaked back 
then and we broke up over it but. . . . Afterwards, I have had these dreams 
about the young girl and . . . . I have never wanted to try it but she 
looked so. . . . I mean, I know it was only acting, but. . . . it looked so 
hot when they did her back there, you know with their tongues and . . . . 
cocks.'

Susan looked tentatively at me. Her eyes were shining with excitement.

'When you. . . . touched me back there before. . . . it felt . . . . so good 
and . . . . I think I would like to try to be . . . . taken advantage of. 
Sort of.'

It sounded so funny when she said she wanted me to take advantage of her, 
but I had promised not to laugh and I didn't. Still, it would be very 
difficult to take advantage of her, as she seemed willing to do anything. 
Nevertheless, her story had made my cock start to rise again. Not fully, but 
with a little encouragement, it would be back in action soon enough.

'I'll take advantage of you, if you like. You won't have to be responsible 
for anything. You are a little drunk and I forced you to do all kinds of 
things that a nice girl would never dream of doing, right?'

'Yes,' she sighed excited. 'You used an innocent, pregnant girl. Forced her 
to take your cock in her mouth and pussy and arse. And I was unable to stop 
you.'

She giggled as she said the last bit. It did sound corny, but I think it 
pretty much wrapped it up. I got up on my knees and sat in front of her 
face. She looked up at me, her eyes full of anticipation. I took hold of her 
hair with both hands and "forced" her mouth to my half-erect cock. 
Obediently, she open her mouth and I pushed her head down over my cock until 
her nose touched my pubic hairs. If my cock had been fully erect, it would 
have been down her throat. It looked as if it were. It was enough to make my 
cock grow and grow fast. I had to let her back off a little to avoid choking 
her. I began to move her mouth back and forth over my cock, but pretty 
quickly, it was her moving and my hands following. It was like I had 
assumed: It would be hard to take advantage of her.

To my surprise, it aroused me to force her blow me. I held her hair tightly 
and forced a bit more of my cock into her mouth. Susan gagged a little, but 
she it didn't seem to bother her. On the contrary, she relaxed and let me 
move her head back and forth. Her gagging turned me on even more, making me 
feel I was in control, completely. I tried not to get carried away, but it 
was hard. I really had to restrain myself not to try and force my cock down 
her throat.

Reluctantly, I had to stop. I wanted to last this time and I was already 
getting very aroused. I pulled my cock out, or her head off my cock, 
whatever way you see it. Susan gasped and looked up at me, questioningly.

'Get up on your hands and knees and wait for me a second. I just need to get 
something.'

I needed something to lubricate her arsehole and I had seen some lotion in 
her toilet-bag in the bathroom. That would have to do. I rushed out to the 
bathroom and opened her toilet-bag. There was makeup and toothpaste and the 
lotion I wanted. And an electric lady-shaver! A wicked idea came to me and I 
took the lotion, the shaver and a pair of scissors. I was back in less than 
15 seconds and Susan was waiting for me with her lovely arse in the air, 
resting her head and shoulders on the pillow. I sat down behind her. She 
obviously shaved her legs and it looked like she shaved the bikini-line as 
well. Now it was time to shave a little more.

Her pussylips was covered with dark hairs. I was sure she was going to look 
even sexier with bald lips. But the question was if she was going to let me 
do it.

'Have you ever tried to shave your pussy?'

'No. I only shave a little in the summer. Why?' she asked, a little anxious.

'I'm going to shave your pussylips.'

'NOOO. What am I going to tell my husband?'

'He won't notice, will he. And if he does, you can tell him you wanted to 
see what it looked and felt like.'

'God. I. . . . ' She hesitated for a second. 'Ok. . . . no . . . . Oh, I 
don't know. OK, do it. . . . Oh God, I can't believe I'm let you do this.'

I was suddenly having second thoughts myself. Was I taking this too far? She 
was still a little drunk and might regret it in the morning. No, it would be 
easy to explain it. It was her shaver and a lot of girls trimmed or shaved 
their pussy.

'You let me do it because it turns you on, doesn't it?'

'Yes, but do it before I change my mind.'

I picked up the scissors and trimmed the hairs short. I also found a few 
farther back and trimmed those too. Then I turned on the shaver.

'What's that?' Susan asked anxiously when she heard the buzzing noise.

'It's your shaver.' I replied and began to shave her lips.

'It's tickles,' Susan yelped. 'Press it harder against me. Oh god, yes. It 
feels so funny.'

I shaved her lips very, very thoroughly. I had to wipe her lips a couple of 
times. I wasn't sure the machine liked to be wet and the moisture was simply 
flowing from her pussy. The vibrations were going straight to Susan's clit 
and her breathing was very fast by now. Then I began to shave the area 
around the dark, puckered hole. Susan let out a gasp.

'Oh my, it feels sooo strangeeeeeiii,' She almost screamed.

Even though there was nothing to shave, I let the shaver pass directly over 
the hole. She moaned loud and I could see the muscles pulsating. I "shaved" 
the hole for almost a minute, driving Susan up the walls. When I put down 
the shaver, Susan was a shivering wreck. But I planned to add a little to 
that.

First, I planted some light kisses on her pussylips. Gently, I parted them 
with my fingers and licked the length of her slit, ending at her clit. It 
was swollen and hard, almost like a small pebble and it seemed terribly 
sensitive. At least that was what Susan's shriek lead me to believe, when my 
tongue circled it. But I was wrong.

Susan kicked back hard with her right leg, hitting me on the thigh. My 
support was kicked away from under me and I tumbled down from the bed to the 
floor. It was a short fall and I wasn't hurt, but certainly surprised.

'God it hurts. My leg is cramped.' Susan moaned. 'Help me.'

I scramble to my feet and began to massage Susan's lower leg. I got her feet 
pushed back and stretched the muscle and the cramp gradually faded.

'I'm sorry. Oh God, I hate being pregnant. It was so good and then . . . . 
shit,' Susan sobbed, her eyes filling with tears.

It was annoying, I could see that, but it wasn't the end of the world. Well, 
maybe it felt like that for her, I don't know. I mean, it is, after all, 
almost impossible for a man to imagine what it is like to be pregnant. I saw 
it as my duty to cheer her up. I always react like that. Maybe it because I 
hate to see people be sad and crying.

'Hey now. When we meet next time, we'll talk about this and it will be 
really funny and we'll laugh about it. So why not just laugh about it right 
now?'

'That's easy for you to say,' Susan wailed.

'Of course it is. It's always easy to say. You can say it too. But it was me 
that was kicked off the bed.'

'I'm sorry,' she moaned through a new burst of tears.

'Stop being sorry and repeat after me: "Thank God I didn't hit you in the 
balls. Then this would have been definitively over."'

Susan couldn't help laughing a little through the tears. But she wasn't 
quite convinced.

'Come on. I know you might find it hard to believe that I think you are so 
sexy, when you are pregnant. After all, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't find me 
particularly sexy, if I had a belly the same size as yours. But you must 
admit that there is a difference.'

I think she tried to picture me with a big pub-belly and apparently the 
image tickled her sense of humour. I can't blame her. I was fairly skinny 
and very tall and if you just added the belly, I would look extremely funny. 
The flow of tears stopped and was replace by a very girlish giggle.

'OK, get out of bed and get over to the desk.'

Susan looked utterly baffled, but she did as she was told.

'Lean over the desk and rest your chest on it.'

She bent down over the desk and squealed as her nipples touch the cold 
surface of the marble desktop.

'It's coooold.'

'You will make it very warm very soon. You look so sexy like this,' I said 
and knelt behind her. 'Your arse looks so wonderful. I really want to caress 
it. Maybe spank it a little to make it red and warm.'

Susan gasped.

'But I think I'll leave that to another day and time,' I added and caressed 
her luscious buttocks. 'Right now, I just want to take advantage of your 
lovely arse and pussy.'

I spread her buttocks and let my fingers tickle the crack ever so lightly, 
especially the wrinkled, tightly closed opening. It was a little difficult 
to both spread her buttock and caressed her at the same time.

'Susan, reach back and open yourself for me.'

She reached back and held her buttocks open for me. Now, I could continue to 
tickle her arsehole, while my other hand spread her pussylips open for my 
tongue. Susan moaned out loud. I think she had forgotten all about cramps 
and depression.

I had never thought I would lick anybody's arse. I mean, it's just an 
expression, right. But when Susan had talked about it and asked me if I 
would do her arse, the thought hadn't been repulsive. And now, when I was 
looking at her newly washed, puckered hole, it actually seemed tempting to 
do it.

The first, tentative touch from the tip of my tongue in the centre of her 
arse made Susan shiver and gasp. Encouraged by her reaction, I licked her 
hole in earnest. It was so naughty, dirty, so forbidden and it turned me on 
to do it, as much as it turned Susan on. I even tried to press the tip of my 
tongue against the sensitive ring of muscles, but it wouldn't open.

I had noticed a pencil on the desk and I was sure it could be utilised for 
other things than writing. I took the pencil and licked the rounded tip to 
make it wet. Then I slowly pushed it against the centre of Susan's arsehole. 
The thin pencil slipped in without any trouble at all. I only inserted the 
tip, maybe a quarter of an inch. I just wanted to tease and tickle her.

'Oh, what are you doing?' Susan moaned.

'I'm driving you insane.' I said and rotated the hexagonal pencil.

'Eeeiiiiii, yoooouuuu dooooooo,' Susan wailed, when she felt the tickling 
the thin pencil produced.

It was really driving her crazy. Her legs were trembling and they could give 
in any minute. It seemed to me to be enough that I ended up on the floor, so 
I decided it was time to get back to bed. I pulled the pencil out and guided 
Susan back to bed. She lay down on her side and I straddled her thigh.

'Are you comfortable like this,' I asked her.

'Yes,' Susan gasped.

I took the lotion I had borrowed from her toiletbag and applied a little to 
her arsehole.

'I want you in my pussy first,' She said, when she felt the cold lotion on 
her arsehole.

'I will.'

Slowly, I let my cock slide into her pussy. My god, she was tight. She was 
certainly not going to deliver the child in any near future. I had to think 
of a complicated and very interesting programming problem to avoid coming.

The position allowed me to penetrate her deeply, deep enough to feel the 
mouth of her cervix caress the tip of my cock. It actually felt like I was 
opening her cervix and entering. Susan groaned and I wasn't sure it was from 
pleasure. Maybe she didn't like me to penetrate her so deeply. I pulled back 
at little and that also gave room for my hand between her legs.

With one hand pinching her nipple and one hand rubbing her clit, I began to 
move in a steady pace. Her whole body seemed to be so soft and receptive to 
my caresses. She was completely passive, receiving my cock without moving, 
but her moans and the way she crumpled up the sheet in her fist revealed her 
excitement. She was going to come soon and if I was going to take advantage 
of her and use her anally, it was going to be now.

'Susan, I'm going to take out my cock and take you in the other hole.'

'Be. . . . Gentle,' Susan gasped.

I applied a little lotion to my cock and pressed it against her arsehole. 
She was tense and it was impossible to enter her, so I pulled back and tried 
to enter her with my index finger instead. It slipped into her and slowly 
she began to relax.

I tried once more to position my cock at the entrance. Susan tensed again.

'Relax. If you relax, it won't hurt,' I coaxed her.

'I know, but your cock is so big,' Susan replied, anxiously.

'Thanks for the compliment, but it's fairly average and you can easily take 
it. Relax.'

Susan did her best and slowly, she opened up. The first inch of my cock 
expanded her until the head was in and her muscles closed tightly around the 
shaft of my cock. I stopped and waited for Susan to adapt to the unfamiliar 
feeling.

'Are you OK?'

'Yes, just let me get used to it,' Susan panted.

I had forgotten about her clit while I entered her, but now I started 
rubbing again.

'Do you like it.'

'Yeess. Try to go deeper, but do it slowly.'

Over the next couple of minutes, I got most of my cock into her. At the same 
time, I rubbed Susan's clit and caressed her tits, bringing her very close 
to coming. I pulled back and pressed my cock into her again, very slowly.

'Are you ok?' I asked her.

'Yes,' she moaned. 'Just shut up and fuck me.'

I was utterly surprised to hear her talk like that, but I understood the 
message. I picked up speed and within seconds, we were both moaning loud. 
Susan's arsehole was very tight, but suddenly it contracted more, as if she 
was trying to bite my cock off and it was too much for me. In the middle of 
Susan's orgasm, I began to shoot my load deep inside her.

Afterwards, we lay together for a while, close together, just enjoying the 
closeness. I was very, very satisfied and slightly worn out. I hoped Susan 
felt the same, because I was sure I wouldn't be able to get it up again 
tonight.

She was, thank god.

We decided that it would look less suspicious, if someone saw me coming from 
her room at eleven at night instead of in the morning, so I said good night 
and went to my own room to sleep.

We saw each other at breakfast, but we didn't have a chance to talk until 
the airport. We had checked in and there was about an hour until Susan's 
plane was departing. We walked slowly around in the departure area, looking 
at shops and talking. In a quiet corner, we sat down. The conversation 
quickly concentrated on last night. It was as if Susan needed to talk about 
it. We both agreed that it had been wonderful and all that. Susan got into a 
lot of detail and I began to feel aroused. Susan talked a lot.

'It's so different to talk to you and be with you,' Susan said. 'I feel much 
freer. I can talk to you. I mean, I can talk to my husband too, but not like 
this and not about sex. When I woke this morning, I was thinking of calling 
you and asking you to come to my room, but I didn't dare. I woke early and I 
lay in my bed for a long time, thinking about it. I should have. Would you 
have come, if I had called?'

'Of course I would.'

'I thought you would,' she said with a smile, 'but I also felt bad about 
cheating on my husband. Oh, it's so difficult. Right now, I wish I had. This 
morning, I didn't and now I regret it. I can't really face a couple of month 
more without sex.'

She grabbed my hand.

'I need to feel wanted again.'

She let go again.

'UUUUhhh, I'm sitting here, making a fool of myself.'

'No, you're not. Don't be so hard on yourself. You are a lovely, beautiful 
and very sexy girl. If only you could be honest with your husband and tell 
him what you feel. I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him.'

Susan grimaced.

'What if he thinks I'm a slut? I mean, he married a nice girl. He might be a 
bit nerdy, but he's so sweet and I don't want to disappoint him.'

'I think you are disappointing each other. The road to hell is paved with 
good intentions. Think about it and let's talk about something else. I keep 
thinking about last night and that makes me want seduce you again.'

'Me too,' Susan replied, 'Right now, I wish we hadn't left the hotel and 
could go up to your room.'

I knew the airport from a previous visit and I had been almost everywhere, 
killing time when I waited for a delayed plane. I knew that there was a 
toilet for disabled people, tucked away in a corridor where nobody ever 
would find it. I took Susan's hand and dragged her off.

'Come on.'

'Where are we going?'

'You want to be taken advantage of again?'

'Yes,' she replied, indecisively.

'OK, then it is now or never.'

The corridor was empty as I had expected and the toilet was free. I dragged 
Susan in with me and locked the door behind us. Susan looked at me, short of 
breath.

'It's almost like rape.'

I realised that I had let myself get carried away.

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. . . .'

Susan interrupted me.

'Rape me,' She said and leaned towards the door, smiling.

 From there on the whole thing got a little hectic. I glanced at my watch. It 
would be at least 20 minutes before Susan's plane would be boarding, but 
then again, that wasn't much. I quickly began to unbutton her dress, which, 
very practically, was buttoned all the way down the front. When it opened, 
it revealed a white, lace bra and panties. The bra was, very unpractical, 
hooked in the back, so I pushed it up over her lovely breasts and leaned 
down to suck her left nipple while, I caressed her right breast. She sighed 
and put her hand on the back of my head, pushing my face into the soft 
flesh, but only for a short while. Then she feverishly began to try to 
unbutton my jeans.

I ended up with my jeans around my feet, sitting on the toilet lid with 
Susan straddling me with her back to me. I could just reach her pussy, 
although her stomach made it very difficult. Susan was soaked and sank down 
over my cock without any friction at all.

'Oh God, it feels so good . . . I will never get up again,' Susan gasped as 
my cock hit something deep inside her.

I could only agree. Despite the lack of movement, her tight pussy squeezed 
my cock so exquisitely. As I rubbed her clit and caressed her breasts, the 
contractions in her pussy grew in strength.

'My God you are tight. I'm going to come as soon as you start coming,' I 
gasped.

'Don't come in me please,' Susan moaned with a little fear in her voice. 'I 
can't sit in the plane with your cum running out. Help me up, please.'

It wasn't my intention to frighten her at all. Actually, I hadn't even 
considered that it would be slightly impractical for her, if I came in her. 
All I had thought about was that she couldn't get pregnant. But my remark 
didn't only frighten her; it apparently also made her hotter. Maybe it was 
the fact that she couldn't get up and she couldn't prevent it from happening 
in any other way than not coming herself. And I wasn't of much help there, 
since I continued to manipulate her clit and tits. It was after all my 
intention to make her come.

'Help me,' She wailed, short of breath and close to panic. 'I'm going to 
come. . . . Oh god, I can't get up. Please don't' come in me. . . . Oh God, 
I can't stop. . . . I'm comiiiiiiiIIIING.'

I had to fight not to come in her, but I succeeded. But only just. As soon 
as Susan had come down from her orgasm, I helped her off. The immediate 
danger had passed and Susan looked very pleased. Much to my surprise, she 
knelt in front of me and took my cock, wet with her own juices, into her 
mouth. It didn't take much more to make me come. It kind of turned me on 
that she was doing things she wouldn't have done just 24 hours ago.

I thought of warning her, but the sounds never really left my mouth in an 
understandable way. All that came out of my mouth was a groan, then I began 
to shoot my cum into her mouth. She didn't swallow, but she there was no 
panic in her eyes this time. She kept her lips sealed around my cock until 
the well was exhausted.

She looked up at me, questioning. She obviously still had my cum in her 
mouth. Then she smiled and swallowed. I have never thought that I produced 
that much cum, but it looked like it was quite a mouthful to swallow.

'Gone,' she said and giggled.

'Was it bad?'

'No, it doesn't taste bad, but I don't think I will get addicted to it 
either. It's a little bit like drinking Cola. I get this funny feeling on my 
teeth.'

Our conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. We looked at each 
other and giggled. I was suddenly feeling as if I was a schoolboy, caught 
smoking in the toilet. Then I remembered Susan's stomach and whispered to 
her that she should look ill and let me talk. I hoped to god they hadn't 
been standing out there too long and overheard Susan's cries.

We finished dressing very quickly. Just as I was about to open the door, I 
sensed a strong smell of sex in the toilet. There wasn't anything I could do 
about it other than hope that the person outside had no sense of smell.

Outside, an elderly couple waited, the woman in a wheelchair. The man looked 
angrily at me and was just about to say something, when he spotted Susan.

'I'm sorry it took so long,' I said. 'My wife wasn't feeling well.'

Judging from the couple's sympathetic looks, Susan must have looked really 
ill. I didn't dare to look at her. I was on the brink of exploding with 
laughter and was afraid that just looking at Susan playing sick, would make 
me crack up completely.

We hurried out to the gate and got there just in time for Susan to get on 
the plane. It was neither the time, nor the place for long goodbyes, so we 
just said goodbye and I wished her good luck with the baby.


It would be wrong to say that I forgot all about Susan, but it didn't keep 
me awake at night. Everything went back to normal and, although I did have a 
little bit of bad conscience, I successfully convinced myself that it really 
was a good deed and that I did it for her sake.

Over a year went by, before I saw Susan again. I was attending a conference 
on the same subject and Susan had popped up in my mind, when I booked it. I 
didn't admit it to myself, but I guess I was secretly hoping she would be 
there too.

As always, I arrived pretty early and after settling in, I went down to the 
lobby to wait and see, if there was anybody I knew amongst the participants. 
I had my eyes on the front desk and I didn't look at the elevators at all, 
so Susan took me by surprise, when she suddenly sat down next to me.

'Hi,' she said with a big smile. 'I'd hoped you'd be here.'

'Eh hi, yes. . . . I . . . . so had I,' I replied, momentarily stunned by 
her forwardness.

'How is your child?' I continued politely, 'was it a boy or a girl?'

'A girl and she's so lovely. I have a picture.'

She found her handbag and produced a picture of a girl, probably around one 
year old. She didn't have a single hair on her head and she was broadly 
smiling.

'She's cute, very cute, but why have you shaved all her hair off?'

Susan punched me in the side, friendly and put the picture into her bag 
again.

'Sorry, I really think she looks cute, I just couldn't help it. How are you 
doing?'

'I've never been better. And you?'

'I'm fine, thank you.'

Silence. I didn't know what to say. Susan didn't either, I guess. I wanted 
to ask her how she had coped with the rest of her pregnancy, you know, 
sexually, but it didn't feel like it would fall into the natural flow of the 
conversation.

'So. . .' Susan finally said, giggling.

'So?' was my very intelligent answer, the only one I could think of.

'So. . . . I have so much I want to tell you. Why don't we move over in the 
corner. It's a little more private.'

We moved over to a big couch by the window at the far end of the lobby.

'I'm all ears,' I said, when we sat down.

'Ok. I. . . ' she blushed and began to giggle. 'Sorry, I just need to get 
started. Ok, try again. After I got home, you know, after the last 
conference, I felt guilty. And horny. What we did only made me want more. It 
was so. . . . lonely to get back.'

I raised an eyebrow and was about to interrupt, but she stopped me.

'No, not like that. My husband was very sweet and very worried, because I 
couldn't hide my depression. Not very well at least. After a week, I was on 
the edge. I was seriously considering killing myself. If it hadn't been for 
the baby, I probably would have.'

A knot formed in my stomach. She looked a lot more serious than I thought 
was funny. Maybe I had thought too much of myself and cheated myself into 
thinking I did it for her. I didn't know what to say, so I just let her 
continue.

'I've never kept a diary, but I have sometimes written a letter to somebody, 
explaining my feelings. Not one meant to be sent. It just helps me seeing it 
more clearly. That afternoon, I put some music on and sat down at the 
computer and began to write a letter. Maybe to you, maybe to Christopher, I 
don't know. Oh, Christopher is my husband.'

'I was sitting there, feeling really sorry for myself and writing my heart 
out. I guess the music was loud and I was so concentrated on my own 
depression that  I didn't hear Christopher. Suddenly he was standing behind 
me. I got a shock and . . . It wasn't just the shock, it was also all the 
guilt, I think. I just broke down completely.'

There was no doubt that the memory was still painful. This was not at all 
the happy ending I had hope for.

'Christopher was very sweet, as always, and he comforted me until I had 
calmed down. I didn't know how long he had been standing behind me or how 
much he had read, but the guilt was too much to bear anyway, so I told him 
everything. How I felt, what had happened, you, everything. It was. . . . 
painful to tell him, but it weighed a ton and I had to put it down 
somewhere.'

Susan took a couple of deep breaths, before she continued. She looked up at 
me and I must have looked frightfully worried.

'Don't look so sad. It didn't end there,' She laughed.

'It felt good to get it of my chest. Christopher didn't really say anything, 
he just listened. We were sitting on the sofa and I had my head in his lap. 
Somehow, I just fell asleep. I slept for an hour, maybe an hour and a half. 
Christopher woke me and he had cooked dinner. I . . . he looked sad and . . 
. . I remembered what I had told him, before I fell asleep. I had no 
appetite, I just felt lousy. Finally, I pulled myself together and asked if 
he could forgive me. . . . I think the next ten seconds were the longest in 
my life.'

She got a tormented look on her face.

'He answered yes and that he was sorry that he had misunderstood what I 
wanted. But he had one condition, if he was going to forgive me for cheating 
on him.'

Susan stopped the story here to tell me a little about Christopher.

'You see, Christopher is . . . . well I think you would call him a computer 
nerd. He's so very sweet and caring, but he's kind of shy, when it comes to 
women, well people in general. When we meet, I practically had to drag him 
home with me and when I tried to kiss him, he got so frighten that he was 
about to flee from my apartment. He was a virgin and he was 22! I mean, I 
was 20 when I did it the first time and I felt like an old maid, when I was 
talking to my friends.'

She returned to the story.

'He told me that he had thought about it, while he had cooked dinner and the 
more he had thought about me and you, the more he had come to realise that 
it kind of aroused him. I mean, you should have seen him as he tried to say 
this. His face was red as a lobster and he was stuttering, but he finally 
got around to his condition. He wanted me to tell him, what we had done. I 
was stunned and . . . . I am, was, a nice girl, remember. I didn't know what 
to say. I think I nodded.'

She was smiling again and I could feel how the tension was lifting. My 
muscles began to relax and the unpleasant surge in my stomach disappeared.

'We ate in silence. I was so shocked that I forgot I had lost my appetite. I 
did come to my senses again and manage to ask him if he really wanted me to 
tell him what we had done in bed. He did. Christ, we must have looked funny, 
blushing and bashful as we were. We finished dinner and went into the 
livingroom again. It took a hell of a long time to get started, but 
gradually, it became easier and I could see he got excited, listening to me. 
That made it easier too. What really broke the ice was when I told him about 
my cramp. You were right, it was funny.'

Now I couldn't keep quite any longer.

'You told him everything? Everything?'

'Yes. You had been on to me about telling him what I wanted to do and I 
guess that was my way to do it. He also began to ask me if I liked this and 
that and. . . . well, we both got pretty hot and ended up in bed, making 
love.'

'I guess that's what you can call a happy ending.' I said, relieved.

'You could, but it didn't end there,' Susan said, smiling wicked.

'Oh my God. What more have I caused?' I sighed, pretending to be worried.

I certainly wasn't worried any more. Her story was very exciting and I 
wouldn't care to stand up right now, as it would be difficult to hide the 
effect her story had on me.

'Maybe you don't want to hear it.' She said, teasingly.

'I'll kill you with my bare hands if you don't get on with it right now.'

'OK. We didn't talk any more about it, but we made love every day until 
Cecilia was born. Then we had to take a break, both because we were too 
tired and because I was torn when I gave birth. It took some time, then we 
began to have sex again. I was happy and Christopher was happy and 
everything was ok.'

Susan smiled and held a rhetorical pause, just to tease me, as I was sitting 
on the edge of the chair.

'Now, my mom was crazy about Cecilia. The first time she visited us at the 
hospital, she talked about babysitting Cecilia. I, on the other hand, was 
convinced that I and I alone was the only one that was capable of looking 
after her. She was a hungry little thing and I didn't have enough milk for 
her. She was not only hungry, she was also lazy and after 2 month, she 
didn't care to get breast fed any longer. She wanted the bottle. It was 
easier and there was more. Of course, I felt I was a complete failure as a 
mom, but I got over it and that's a different story all together. Still, I 
was the only one that could look after Cecilia, no matter what my mom said.'

Susan was certain warmed up now and talked fast and enthusiastically.

'I think it was when Cecilia was 4 months old and we were visiting my 
parents. Again, my mom asked if we didn't want to do something without 
Cecilia one evening. Without even asking me, Christopher said yes and it 
would be great next Saturday. When I was about to say something, he just 
told me to trust him and my own mom. I was a little sour, but it wore off, 
the more I though about it. We hadn't been alone for four months. Maybe, 
just maybe it would be nice.'

I was afraid she was going into "new mom mode", talking about her child and 
nothing but. I mean, I would love to hear about her child, but not now. 
Luckily, my fear was unfounded.

'We had decided to stay home. It was me again. In case something should 
happen, mom could call and we could go right over. OK, so mom picked up 
Cecilia, and suddenly, we were alone. We, or rather I, hadn't planned 
anything but Christopher had cooked up something behind my back. As soon as 
mom and Cecilia were out of the door, he sent me up to shower and change. 
When I asked him what he had planned, he just said, "Do as you are told. You 
like that, don't you?"'

Susan was getting hectic red cheeks. I began to wonder how far she was going 
to take this story.

'It was the first time since the day I told Christopher about us, that he 
had mentioned anything to do with it. I got a little scared, but he smiled 
and it seemed ok, so I took the shower. He had told me to put the clothes on 
he had laid out on the bed. So corny, but still exciting. I don't know how 
he had mastered enough courage to go out and buy that underwear for me but I 
know he borrowed a set of my old underwear, to be sure it was the right 
size.'

Susan giggled a little at the thought of her husband buying sexy underwear 
for her. I was beginning to get the picture, but still anxious to get all of 
it.

'When I got down, Christopher had mixed a drink for me and put on some soft 
music. We sat and talked, while we drank the drink. Then Christopher told me 
to dance for him. Not just dance, he wanted me to strip for him. I was so 
embarrassed and a little scared. I mean, this was not at all like 
Christopher. But I went along with it and stripped as slowly and sensually 
as I could.'

Susan giggled again. 'No, I don't think I can make a living that way.'

'I had just shed the last piece of clothes, when Christopher got up and from 
out of nowhere produced a length of soft rope. Before I had a chance to 
protest, my hands were tied and he was leading me upstairs to the bedroom. 
At this point, I was no longer scared. It excited me and I trusted 
Christopher. I think I can explain it, but you probably don't care very 
much, so I'll leave it out.'

She was absolutely right about that.

'In the bedroom, he tied me spread eagle to the bed. Then he blindfolded me. 
I was so excited. OK, I was a little scared, because I though he maybe would 
spank me or something like that, but I was primarily excited. He didn't 
spank me. He just began to caress me all over. And I couldn't see where he 
would touch me next. He continued for an eternity and I tell you, there was 
a big, wet spot on the sheets, when he finally touched me for real.'

I could easily imagine Susan tied to the bed, blindfolded and defenceless.

'I don't think I can describe my state, when he stopped. He had teased me so 
much, brought me just to the edge, but not enough to get me all the way. I 
was burning up from inside. He released my legs. He spread me wide open and 
entered me. He took me, rough and hard. I just came sooooo hard. It was so 
great.'

Susan was short of breath and her eyes had a fantastic glow. If she wanted 
to drive me nuts, she was succeeding. I had all the best intentions of 
staying faithful to my wife, but my defences were crumbling.

'That was the beginning of a new part of our life. I could go on for a 
couple of hours telling you about it. And in a way, it's all because of 
you.'

'I'm so flattered. And I hope we can find some time later, because I would 
certainly like to hear more.' I answered, mostly guided by something other 
than common sense.

Susan smiled.

'Maybe. But there is something else. When I told my husband I was coming 
here, he asked if you would be here. Even though it had excited him to hear 
about our rendezvous, I had to promise Christopher not to be unfaithful 
again. Anyway, I reckoned you would be here, but I told him that I had no 
intention of repeating what we did the last time. And although I didn't know 
you very well, I knew you would take a no for a no. I mean, you're not the 
classic rapist. You only commit consensual rape.'

I couldn't help laughing. 'Consensual rape. I don't think I have heard that 
expression before.'

'I think it is the best way of describing it. I actually think you were very 
sweet and very considerate, even when you "raped" me.'

'Thank you very much. I'll go down in history as "The gentle rapist".'

The flush and heat returned to Susan's cheeks.

'You might get a chance to adjust your reputation a little, if you want to. 
You see, Christopher wrote a letter to you and although I haven't read it, I 
think I have some idea what it contains. I have it in my room along with a 
little parcel.'

After hearing her story, I was pretty sure Christopher was a very innovative 
soul and I was immediately turned on by the thought of what the letter might 
contain; what I hoped it contained.

'Can I see it?'

'Yes. On two conditions: That you agree to play along and that it ends when 
this conference ends.'

'Very reasonable.'

'OK, Let's go then. We have half an hour before dinner.' Susan said and got 
up.

Once in her room, she opened her suitcase and took out a letter and a small 
parcel and handed both to me. I quickly opened the letter. It read:

'Henry,

The first part of this letter is for both of you, the later only for you, 
Henry.

I should probably be mad at you, but since you are reading this letter, you 
know what the little adventure with my wife has led to, so I should probably 
thank you instead. It was so exciting to hear Susan tell me about the things 
you had done, but I can't bear the thought of Susan going out to find 
somebody to be with. I don't think we need that, anyway.

We play games and it has opened a new world for us. Susan likes to play the 
submissive role. So, she will be the thank you gift from us. She will do 
whatever you want.

I was considering asking you to give Susan the spanking she deserves because 
she was unfaithful, but for 3 reasons I won't. First, I don't think she 
would like it, but then again, I could be wrong. Secondly, our games, 
although they often include Susan being tied up and helpless, do not include 
pain. I personally can't imagine how anybody can enjoy pain, but then again, 
different people have different desires. Last but not least, it was very 
exciting to listen to Susan, telling me all about what you had done. It will 
be the most fun for me, if I don't know in advance what you have done. I 
trust your ingenuity will be more than enough to give Susan something to 
tell me, when she gets home.

The last part is for you only.

This section and the parcel, Susan has given you, are primarily to make her 
curious. Don't open the parcel until you are alone. You should get this 
before dinner and you will have time to look at the contents either before 
dinner or just after. It's just some ropes and a blindfold, which you might 
find useful.

I hope she will have a lot to tell and show, when she gets home.

Kind regards

Christopher.

I read the first part out loud. Susan's cheeks blushed with excitement. 
Dinner was a little over an hour away. It would be the traditional 
conference dinner. The conference was only for two days and we would go back 
tomorrow afternoon. We would have to stay after dinner for at least an hour, 
before we could retire. It seemed like a very, very long time. One look at 
Susan told me she felt exactly the same.

'So, you'll do whatever I ask you?'

'Almost,' She answered blushing.

'Oh my. It's like having a genie in a bottle, only I have more than 3 
wishes, but only tonight.'

'No, I'm a genie in a lamp. Remember you have to rub me good to make me come 
out of the lamp.' Susan giggled.

We each went to our rooms before dinner and I got a look at the contents of 
the parcel. There were several lengths of soft rope and a blindfold. I began 
thinking about what to do while I showered and changed clothes for dinner 
and before I went down, I made a few preparations for the night.

Dinner and get together dragged along, but around nine, I decided that we 
had had enough. I gave Susan the key to my room and told her go up there, 
put the blindfold on and leave the door unlocked. I could hardly wait, but 
it was an appropriate way to start this evening's fun.

I only waited 3 or 4 minutes, before I went up to my room. Susan was lying 
on the bed, blindfolded and very tense. I just hoped that she hadn't build 
up her expectations too high.

'Stand up,' I said to her, softly.

She did with a little difficulty, which told me the blindfold was very 
effective. She looked so very beautiful as she stood there, tense, almost 
shivering from excitement. In a way, I wanted to see her eyes too, but that 
would spoil what I had planned.

I began to undress her, very careful not to touch her naked skin. However, I 
couldn't get her bra and her very cute, silk knickers off without touching 
her a little. When she was all naked, I stepped closer to her and inhaled 
her wonderful fragrance. The perfume she had put on couldn't conceal the 
musky aroma of her arousal. I felt tempted to feel how wet she was, but 
there would be plenty of time.

I guided her back on the bed. The preparations before dinner included tying 
several lengths of rope to the bed. I only had to tie the free ends to her 
wrists and ankles. After tying a few knots, Susan was left to my mercy.

'Susan, you know the risk you are running by letting a man you hardly know 
tie you up? I could spank you or hurt you in other ways and you wouldn't be 
able to do anything to prevent me.'

'I trust you,' She answered, a little nervous.

'Do you want me to spank you?'

'No, I don't think so. I have fantasised about being spanked and . . . . 
treated roughly, but I don't think I want to try it for real.'

'And still you let me tie you up. What would you do if I did it anyway,' I 
asked teasingly.

'Uh, I guess I would have to let you do it. But I don't think you are the 
kind of man that would do something like that. And I might scream.'

'I could easily put something in your mouth. But you're right, I wouldn't do 
something like that. I just wanted to know if that was what you wanted.'

'No, I think I want the spanking to stay a fantasy,' she said, relieved.

'It wasn't what I had in mind, anyway. Just lie down and relax. This will be 
very different, I promise.'

Before I did anything, I took off all of my own clothes. The pause would 
help build up Susan's expectations and spare me the frustration of taking 
them off later, when my mind was on other things. I'd had a great idea, at 
least I hoped it was great.

I had taken a straw in the bar. They had some very fancy straws, made of a 
stiffer kind of plastic than usual and with a lot of turns and twists. That 
didn't matter much to me, I just needed a straw. Using the straw, I began to 
blow air on Susan's left nipple. There was no immediate reaction from her. 
She was obviously not sure if it was in her imagination, as I blew very 
lightly, but her nipples grew hard in the chilling stream of air.

I directed the jet up to her neck, then down to her armpits, blowing with a 
little more power. She shivered, now aware that I, or something I did, 
caused the sensation. I returned to her left nipple again, blowing in small, 
powerful pulses. It made her giggle excitedly.

I continued to draw lines over her chest, neck and tummy for a long time, 
occasionally moving down to her inner thighs, but avoiding her pussy. 
Susan's breathing was becoming faster, especially when I teased her nipples 
or got close to her pussy. Her inner thighs and her groin, close to the 
pubic hairs was very, very sensitive.

I got a chance to study her body while I teased her and I was amazed how 
flat her stomach had become. She must have done a lot of exercises to get it 
back into shape. The only thing that revealed that she had been pregnant was 
a few stretchmarks. She looked so pretty. Her tits were a bit smaller than 
the last time I saw them and maybe her hips were a bit wider, but she was 
still beautiful and very sexy.

I finally decided it was time to move down between her legs. After drawing a 
few imaginary pictures on her inner thighs, I blew a stream of air over the 
sensitive area between her vagina and arse. Then a few fine lines up over 
her pussylips, which she had kept shaved.

There was no doubt that the teasing had excited Susan very much, her 
pussylips was shining with moisture, seeping out between them. The inner 
lips were peeking out, swollen and red. I wasn't really sure if it was the 
air or the situation that excited her. I guess it was both. Anyway, it 
didn't matter, as long as she enjoyed it. And I do think we both did.

The jet from the straw tickled her inner lips, but her legs weren't spread 
enough to expose her clit. I had to spread her lips with my fingers and 
Susan jerked in her bonds at this first, direct touch. I aimed the straw 
directly at her clit and blew hard. It made Susan's tummy convulse. I blew 
hard pulses of air at her clit from different angles. Susan jerked and 
twisted as much as her bonds allowed her to. I hadn't tied her bonds very 
tight, so she could move quite a lot, which made it difficult to aim the jet 
of air. But it made it more exciting to watch her.

I hadn't planned to do anything but blow air through the straw, but seeing 
how tiny her clit was, gave me an idea. I moistened the tip of the straw in 
the abundance of juices, leaking from her pussy. Then I placed the tip 
directly at her clit. As I had expected, it made Susan jerk violently. She 
had been restraining herself, not uttering a sound, but she couldn't keep it 
up and a loud unarticulated groan escaped her.

The first couple of times the straw touched her clit, she jerk so violently 
that the straw got out of position, but I finally manage to keep it on the 
clit. And then I sucked. The result was staggering. Susan levitated off the 
bed, arching her back, only resting on her heels and the back of her head. 
She let out high-pitched cry.

I looked down at the transparent straw and saw the best part of her tiny 
clit, sucked into the tube. When I varied the suction, her oversensitive 
clit was sucked more or less into the tube. The more I sucked, the louder 
Susan's cry grew until she lost it completely. She would certainly have 
knocked me off the bed again, if she hadn't been tied to down. I let the 
straw follow her movements, holding a steady suction to keep her clit 
squeezed into the tight confinement of the straw . . . it was really sending 
her through the roof.

'Stop . . . pleaaaase . . . I can't take any more,' Susan whined.

I stopped sucking and pulled the straw back, releasing her tormented clit. 
She fell back into the bed, out of breath and covered in sweat. I couldn't 
resist the temptation and blow a jet of air over her clit. It made her jerk 
and tremble in what looked like a small orgasm. Then I let her calm down. I 
think she needed it.

I didn't untie her. Instead, I rearranged her bonds a little. Her arms were 
loosened slightly and I untied her left leg, pulling it over the right and 
tying it again at the knee, pulling it up and tying the other end of the 
rope at the right corner of the bed. That way, she was pulled on her side 
and her buttocks were pulled apart. The ropes that held her arms were loose 
enough to allow her to find a comfortable position.

Silence must have become a part of Susan and Christopher's games. She didn't 
say anything as I tied her again. The only sounds she had made so far were 
her cry when I sucked her clit into the straw and when she asked me to stop. 
Somehow, I saw it as a challenge to make her let go, vocally. I wanted to 
make her say something, whine, moan, cry, scream, just make her react. But 
it had to be from pleasure. I didn't want to hurt her.

I knelt on the floor in front of her breasts. Her chest was still blushing 
red and shining from the sweat. Very gently, I caressed her left breast. It 
was soft and felt heavy in my hand. I love breasts. Some might say that they 
were made for feeding babies, but personally I think they were put there to 
be fondled and played with.

I leaned over the bed and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Softly at first, 
but as it grew hard, I sucked harder and began to chew on it lightly between 
my teeth. The taste was salty and very sweet. Susan's breathing quickened 
again, but no words, not a moan, just a gasp escaped her lips. Even when I 
closed my teeth around her nipple and pulled it, until it snapped, she 
remain silent, only breathing a little ragged.

I crawled up on the bed, between her legs. The first kiss on her inner 
thigh, just below her pussy, made her shiver. I continued up over her very 
kissable, soft buttocks with an occasional detour to her inner thighs, as 
close to her pussy as possible without touching.

Her buns were so lovely. I had to bite them a little, not hard or anything, 
just small, tender bites. OK, maybe I got a little carried away, but it 
didn't hurt. I moved back a little to look at her lovely arse. Susan had a 
wonderfully curved body. Her hips were broad, some would maybe say too 
broad, but I liked them.

My teeth hadn't left any marks, just a few red spots. They would disappear 
in a matter of minutes, especially if I kneaded her lovely buttocks for a 
while. I was in no hurry. This was the first and maybe only time I would 
ever have a woman tied to a bed, willing to let me do anything I wanted. 
"Consensual rape", what a nice expression.

I kissed down the crack between her buttocks, but stopped before I reached 
the pink, wrinkled opening. Finally she reacted.

'Please. . . . I washed myself very carefully . . . . Christopher has never 
done that. . . .' She gasped.

'Tell me what you want me to do,' I said, teasing.

'Please . . . . lick my . . . . arsehole. Pleeease, it feels so good,' she 
begged.

'OK, but I want to hear how good it feels. You're not gagged.'

She understood what I meant. She began to purr like a kitten as soon as my 
tongue touched her arse. I tickled the hole a little, then lick her in long 
strokes from her clit to her arse. I paused over her arsehole every time, 
feeling how the muscles contracted and relaxed, as if she was trying to grab 
my tongue.

The purring turned into moaning, when I inserted a finger into her vagina. 
She arched her back, trying to spread more and she pressed her arse against 
me. With my thumb I began to tickle her clit lightly. Susan twitched rigidly 
in her bonds.

'Please, rub my clit harder. It too sore to take the light touches,' she 
wailed.

I pressed my thumb against her clit and sort of squeezed it between my thumb 
from the outside and my index finger from the inside.

'Yeeees . . . . It feels so gooooood. . . .'

My right arm was still not occupied by anything, so I reached up and began 
to play with her tits. Susan was holding back her breath. Her muscles tensed 
and she began to tremble, concentrating hard on getting the last bit of the 
way. Instinctively, I did something I had never thought I would do: I darted 
my tongue into her twitching hole. That did the trick.

Her orgasm wasn't as powerful as the first one, but it was close. It was 
certainly louder. Susan buried her head in the pillow and cried out loud. 
Her hips bucked wildly and I was afraid my teeth would scratch the tender 
skin around her arsehole. My left hand still squeezed her clit while my 
right hand pinched her nipple roughly.

It was like riding a bronco. I spurred her with my fingers, squeezing her 
clit and nipple every time she slowed down. I managed to keep her going and 
myself in the saddle for a lot longer than her first orgasm had lasted. I 
kept my tongue on her arsehole as much as I could and if I just squeezed her 
clit a little harder each time, she could go on a little longer.

After the sixth or seventh squeeze, Susan arched her back as much as she 
could and pressed her arse against me. I darted my tongue again and pressed 
against her twitching arsehole. She didn't cry out this time. Her body was 
all tense and trembling, until she collapsed completely under me.

I withdrew slowly. She shivered as I pulled my finger out of her pussy. I 
kind of suspected that it would be the last time she moved at all tonight. I 
took off the blindfold and she blinked her eyes. She looked like she was 
drunk or high on something, when she finally opened her eyes and looked at 
me. I suspect it was the later.

'No, don't,' she said, as I began to untie her. 'I want to be yours 
completely. I want you to take me.'

'Are you up to it?' I asked, a little surprised.

I would probably have been very frustrated, if she had gone to sleep, but I 
had expected her to rest a little, before we finished it or, more precisely, 
finished me. Susan looked as if she was finished, very finished.

'I have never felt better,' She purred.

I was not going to argue with her. My cock was aching to get inside her and 
the position she was in was indeed very sexy. I crawled back down behind her 
and positioned my cock at her entrance.

I entered her in one long stroke. I had half way expected this to be the 
closest I would ever get to knowing how a necrophile felt when he did it 
with a corpse, but to my surprise, Susan began to move, responding and 
meeting my strokes. I took a good grip in her hips and began to move, hard 
and fast.

I didn't take that long for me to be close to coming. I didn't really want 
to, because it felt so good and had only lasted a few minutes for me. She 
might have given birth and she might been soaking wet, but it felt like my 
cock was in a velvet vice. This was not a moment to be missed by going on 
like a rabbit and finishing off in a minute. I slowed down my pace and 
steadied myself.

Over the next twenty minutes, I drove myself closer and closer each time 
before I stopped. Susan was moaning and whimpering when I hammered into her, 
hard, fast and deep. I could get so deep into her in this position, 
straddling her thigh.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed Susan's left tit and, 
like the before mentioned rabbit, I hammered into Susan at a mad pace. It 
felt as if my cock grew another inch in diameter and Susan's pussy became 
even tighter. Everything went black and I saw stars on my inner eyes. The 
last, rigid stroke sent my cock as deep as it possibly could get into her.

The orgasm was almost painful. Every muscle in my body almost cramped, when 
my balls finally exploded and my cum was released into her. I know it only 
last for a few seconds, but it felt like minutes, before I collapsed on top 
of her and loosened my grip on her tit. When I looked at her tit I could see 
an imprint of my hand and nails. I hoped I hadn't caused her any harm in the 
heat of it all.

I didn't have any energy left, but the way we were lying wasn't comfortable 
and Susan was still tied up, so I managed to pull myself together and out of 
her and release her bonds. My cum was leaking out of her pussy, but it 
didn't really matter. There was already a big, wet spot on the sheets.

We cuddled up close together, just holding each other. I sure didn't feel 
like getting up and Susan apparently felt the same. It was 11 in the 
evening, a long way from my normal bedtime, but I was exhausted. Without 
noticing it at all, we fell asleep, close together on the dry side of the 
bed.

I was awakened by the sound of running water at six o'clock. Like most 
people, I need to take a leak when I wake up and the sound of running water 
has a tendency to increase that need, so I got up quickly and knocked 
politely on the bathroom door. I heard a cheerful response from the 
bathroom, telling me to come in.

She had drawn the shower curtain. I waited until I had finished and then I 
peeked into the shower.

'Good Morning. You're up bright an early,' I greeted her.

'Good morning. I couldn't sleep any longer and I thought it would be a good 
idea to get out of your room as early as possible to avoid being seen.'

'Arh, it's quite legitimate. If anybody asks, you can show them 
Christopher's letter,' I joked.

Susan laughed.

'Won't you join me? I'm sure you need a shower after last nights exercises.'

'I think you might be right,' I answered and entered the shower.

Susan was slick and slippery from soap and she did her best to make me the 
same. We massaged each other's soapy, slippery bodies. Susan moaned a 
little, when I touched her left breast.

'I'm sorry. I got a bit carried away last night. I didn't mean to molest you 
breast. Does it hurt much?'

'No, it just a little sore. Like the rest of me,' Susan giggled. 'I don't 
think I will be able to have sex for a week.'

'Oh oh. Christopher will be mad at me.'

'I guess I'll have to sacrifice myself and let him have his way, when I get 
home,' Susan replied with a smile.

I was already sporting a fine erection. Susan looked down at it and patted 
it lightly.

'But I don't know what we are going to do about this. Unless. . . .'

'We could do some oral exercises,' I suggested.

'Well, you haven't. . . . taken me from . . . . behind and Christopher has 
never done it, and I think I liked it the first time, even though it hurt at 
first. Do you think we could do that?'

'I'd love to. Why don't we make sure you are all clean and nice and I'll 
prepare you the best I can and them ravish your tender arse as gently as 
possible.'

'I've already washed it. . . . even the inside,' Susan said, blushing.

'You should have waited. I would have loved to watch that. But let's get out 
of the shower then. I can hardly wait.'

Susan face turned deep red. It looked so cute, but while I was enjoying the 
sight, I remembered something important. I realised that I didn't have any 
usable lubricant.

'Susan, we need something to make it slide. I don't have any lotion or 
anything. Do you have any ideas?'

'Don't worry. I have some lotion in my bag,' Susan said, smiling 
triumphantly. 'I had kind of expected to do this again.'

'You're fantastic,' I said and gave her a big kiss.

The kiss grew long and intense and we kissed under the running water for a 
long time, letting our tongues explore each other. It was the first time we 
really kissed like that and it felt so right to do it. I know it sounds 
crazy, but I felt that it turned what we have done from pure sex into making 
love. I wasn't in love with her, not really, I mean, we were both married 
and we both loved our spouses, but it was still much more intimate than all 
the other things we had done.

We could easily have used up all the hot water in the hotel, standing there 
kissing, but we didn't have all the time in the world, so we finally did 
break up. I had a nice, warm feeling inside and we were both blushing and 
short of breath. I don't think I had felt that way since I was a teenager, 
but it certainly felt good.

We dried each other quickly and Susan rushed ahead of me into the bed and 
splashed out, lying on her stomach and wriggling her arse very invitingly. I 
tucked a pillow under her hips to raise her arse and spread her legs wide 
apart.

'Are you sure you want to do this,' I asked as seriously as possible.

'You must be joking. I think I'll let you do anything, just to get the 
chance to enjoy the preparation bit.' Susan said, her voice full of 
anticipation.

'You like it that much?'

'It's just so dirty and forbidden to feel your tongue back there. And on top 
of that, it feels soooo good.'

'I could turn around and we could just lick each other, if you don't want to 
do the last part.'

'No, I want to. When the pain had gone, it felt really good. I'm sure I will 
be better at relaxing this time. I have . . .. trained a little.'

I couldn't see her face, but I was pretty sure it was very, very red and 
warm. I could hear it in her voice.

'You certainly have become a different woman.'

'You started something, you know. Just stop talking and do something. I 
can't wait any longer.'

Either I did something to Susan that I didn't do to other girls or else she 
just became wet a lot faster than any other girl I had ever meet. And she 
became very wet. I just kissed her buttocks lightly, before I put my tongue 
on her clit and gave her a long lick from the clit to her arse. But she was 
already drenched.

I concentrated on her arsehole, tickling it lightly with the tip of my 
tongue until I could feel her relax and open a little. Tentatively, I darted 
my tongue and pressed it into the hole.

'God yes,' Susan groaned and tried to spread out more, which was almost 
impossible as she already was spread completely.

I deliberately avoided her pussy. I wanted her to concentrate on the 
feelings my tongue caused. Alternating between light tickling with the tip 
of my tongue and darting it into her, I made her relax more and more, at the 
same time driving her up the walls. I kneaded her buttocks and spread them 
wide apart, when I darted my tongue into her. It couldn't really penetrate 
that much, but it sure must have felt good. Susan moaned and threw her head 
from side to side, every time I did it.

After a long time, much longer than necessary to make her relax, I pulled 
back and put a little lotion on my index finger. Gently I worked it into the 
tight hole, a little at the time. I could see and hear from her breathing 
that she really concentrated on relaxing and after a minute, my finger moved 
freely into her. She was ready.

I pulled her up on her knees, her upper body still resting on the bed. It 
was a lot easier to reach around to her pussy now than it had been the first 
time we did this. I began to push the head of my cock against her arse and 
simultaneously my fingers started to play with her clit. It took a little 
while, before she relaxed enough for my cock to get in, but suddenly the 
tight muscles gave in and the head passed.

We both gasped. Susan was hiding her face in the sheets so I couldn't see if 
I was causing her any pain. I gave her time, but she didn't need much. 
Within a few seconds, she began to push back at me, slowly forcing more of 
me into her. Within a minute, I was completely engulfed in her tight arse.

 From then on, it just grew slowly, the pace, the intensity and the 
excitement. Susan was quite, concentrated, only whimpering a little every 
now and them. But her breathing revealed her growing excitement. I mainly 
concentrated on not coming, which was probably as hard for me as it was for 
Susan to concentrate on coming. A couple of times, the pace got a little too 
fast and my cock slipped out. The first time, I gently eased it in again, 
but the second time, the pace was too high and neither of us reacted. My 
cock was forced in again, making Susan cry out at the sudden stretching.

When she was about to come, she unconsciously slowed down. I pulled almost 
out of her and moved very little, just letting the head of my cock stretch 
her, passing the tight ring each time I entered. Her bowels didn't really 
squeeze my cock very tightly, but letting the head passed back and forth 
like this was incredible. Both because of the way the rim of my cockhead was 
squeezed and because of the way it looked, when it stretched the tender skin 
of her arse, until it was almost transparent.

I came only a few seconds after Susan and as I did, I instinctively pushed 
as deep as I could. It was nowhere near the orgasms we accomplished last 
night, but it was still good, very good. Susan stretched out on the bed and 
I fell on top of her, panting and sweaty. Her soft buttocks felt good and we 
stayed like this for a long time, enjoying the aftermath, me kissing and 
nippling her neck gently.

We didn't get up until my cock fell out. Another shower, a lot of teasing 
and caressing, but no more time. Susan sneaked back to her room to change 
and pack and before we knew what had happened, we had said goodbye and were 
on our way home. I felt a surge in my stomach thinking back on the last 24 
hours. And somewhere, deep inside, I hoped we would get one more chance to 
be together.

It never happened. I got into a different line of work and I never saw her 
again. I had her E-mail address and she had mine, but for some reason, it 
didn't seem right to write to her and she must have felt the same. What we 
had done was, to some extent, spontaneous and it would be wrong to try and 
arrange something. After all, it only happened because she was depressed and 
I wanted to help. But sometimes, I really wish I could help her again.

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