Message-ID: <51488asstr$1120165801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <dorsai@mail.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-OB-Received: from unknown (205.158.62.49) by wfilter.us4.outblaze.com; 30 Jun 2005 07:29:35 -0000 Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable MIME-Version: 1.0 From: " Dorsai" <dorsai@mail.com> X-Originating-Server: ws1-1.us4.outblaze.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20050630072935.D9EF24BEAD@ws1-1.us4.outblaze.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2005 07:29:35 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY: Taxi - Ch. 2 (MF, MMF, oral, anal) by Dorsai Lines: 1181 Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2005 17:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51488> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Taxi - Chapter 2 This story Copyrighted (c) - 2005 by Dorsai *** Disblamer: This story may contain scenes of an explicit sexual nature. 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I will ask that my stories aren't reposted to Usenet News unless they are complete - INCLUDING the disclaimer and all the rest. If you find one of my stories on an Internet site other than the alt.sex.stories text repository (www.asstr-mirror.org), please let me know. I would like to keep my stories in one place so that if/when I update or correct something in them, I only have the one 'copy' to deal with. Also, ASSTR is completely anonymous and free - there's no 'sign up', no security risks, no fees, nothing but good, clean porn :-) As my friends Bartles and Jaymes say: "Thank you for your support". Dorsai -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Taxi - Chapter 2 I'm a cab driver. I'm not something else, driving cabs while I wait for my 'big break' at whatever it is that I claim is my 'real' job. MY 'real job' is driving a hack. I've been doing it for a long time, and I've had some pretty wild experiences. This is one of them. I'm out at the airport one time, and I get this couple that are heading to one of the hotels downtown. The guy, he isn't anything special - mid 30's maybe, average height, weight, looks, he's Joe Average. The woman, though, she's something else. I figure she's Indian - from India, I mean - and maybe as old as her late 20's. Long, straight black hair that just gleams. Very light brown clear complexion, absolutely beautiful brown eyes, a fine, straight nose, and slightly full lips. She's got a medium frame, but a set of knockers that you can't HELP but notice; they're not the huge stick-way-out kind like Pamela Anderson has. Instead, they're more rounded, and full on her chest. I can tell because she has on this lightweight dress that makes it easy to see that she isn't wearing a bra underneath. The dress fits her close enough that I can see she's got a nice, trim waist and nicely curved hips. The dress only comes down to about mid-thigh on her, and the legs sticking out the bottom are trim and strong. She moves with this kind of poise and grace that makes me think that if she should be a model, if she isn't already. As I'm putting their bags in the trunk, she turns around and squats down to do something with one of her shoes - and the dress moulds around an ass that even makes my TONGUE hard. When she stands up and comes over to get in my cab, I see that she's maybe four or five inches shorter than me, and just a couple of inches shorter than he is. I get their stuff in the trunk, and I head into town. The whole time I'm driving, I can't help but look back at her in the rear-view mirror. I mean, she's just THAT good-looking. But I'm being polite about it, and not staring or anything; besides, she's got her head turned to look out the window, so I'm getting to see this beautiful profile most of the time. A few times, I notice the guy with her is looking at me when I check her out, but it isn't often and he doesn't seem like he minds. I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed when I get them downtown and to their hotel; but when she gets out of the cab, I get the chance to eyeball her a little more as I'm unloading the trunk. The guy pays the fare, and gives me a nice tip, and I figure that's the end of it. Except that over the next couple of days, I end up getting them as fares several more times. Sometimes, shit like that happens in this business: somebody will come in from out of town and you'll wind up getting them two or three or even more times while they're visiting. It doesn't happen all the time, of course, but it's not all that strange, either. It usually works out pretty good - they get to know you a little bit, and if you're a decent driver and friendly, the tips go up real nice. So anyway, these two keep ending up in my cab. And as I'm taking them to one place or another, we kinda get to know each other a little. I learn he's Richard Thornton, and does some kind of work helping companies find places to build factories overseas. The woman is his wife, Jyota, and he met her when he was working in Bangalore - India, just like I thought. He speaks some Hindi, and a little Chinese and a couple of other languages, which is a big help in his line of work. Me, I'm interested in learning about other places and people - I was a philosophy major when I was still in college - so I ask him some questions about the places he's been. When I ask about India, though, he suggests that she answer me; reasonable enough, since it's where she's from. She speaks better English than I do most of the time, and she's got this voice and accent that go straight to my dick as she answers my questions. This doesn't happen all at once, of course; it takes a half-dozen rides, but we get to the point where each time I pick them up, we just kind of pick up the conversation from where it left off. I also get to see her in a variety of different outfits along the way, too: a simple white sundress that makes her an absolute knockout because of the contrast with her hair and skin, to a black shoulderless number that makes her look even MORE like a fashion model or movie star, to what I suspect was a traditional Indian sari that leaves her looking drop-dead gorgeous. She sees me looking at her several times, and all she ever does is just smile, letting me know she appreciates the looks I'm giving her. Richard sees them, too, and tells me "It's okay, Jim. I know she's pretty, and guys like to look at her - and you're a hell of a lot more polite about it than most! If she's not offended, then I'm sure not going to be." It's the night before they're supposed to leave town, and almost the end of my shift, and I'm hoping they think to ask for me to take them to the airport the next day - not just for the fare, which is pretty nice, but so that I can get one last look at Jyota before they leave - when I get a dispatch to a local club. I get there, and I'm surprised to see that it's Richard and Jyota. He's in slacks and a sports shirt and she's in this pale yellow jumpsuit looking thing that makes her look stunning. He tells me they're headed for their hotel, and I get us moving in the right direction when he asks me "Didn't you tell us that you get off work soon?" I tell him that's right - that they'll be my last fare for the night, and he tells me "Then Jyota and I would like to know if you could come up to our room after you drop us off, and get your cab parked." I figure they just want to give me an extra tip, or something, and tell him "Sure, I can do that. Take me a couple of minutes to find a spot to park, though." He assures me that's fine, and tells me what room they're in; I look back at them in the mirror and see the two of them look at each other and smile. I don't pay any attention to it, figuring that they're just happy from having a good time their last night in town. We get to their hotel, and after Richard pays me - along with a hefty tip - he reminds me "We'll be expecting you. A couple of minutes, you said?" I tell him that's right, and the doorman for the hotel closes the door for them when he stands up. I find a spot to park my hack that's not too far away, and make my way to the hotel. I know the place, and I manage to get an elevator up to their floor without being noticed by any of the staff or guests - it's a pretty fancy place, and I don't want to get any bad attention that might keep the doorman from letting me pick up fares there. I knock on the door to their room, and it opens right up - Richard is standing there, and invites me in. They've got one of the suites, so there's a small living area separate from the bedroom. Richard asks me if I'd like something to drink, and I figure I've still got the drive home ahead of me, and ask for a beer. He pulls one out of the mini-bar, and gestures toward the glasses to see if I want one. Normally, I wouldn't bother, but I figure I'd better put on my 'class' act, and nod that I'll take one. He hands them to me, and I tilt the glass and pour the beer down the side to minimize how much head there is. I take a sip and then look at them - first her, then him. Both are watching me, which makes me a little nervous, but since they asked me to come up, I put it aside as best I can. I'm looking at Richard, wondering what's going on when he says "Jim, you've been quite the cabbie since we got here. When we wanted to know what places there were to visit, you didn't just rattle off the local tourist spots; you actually took the time to ask what we were interested in, and then told us about some places that aren't on the local Chamber of Commerce list. You've been unfailingly polite and cheerful, and far more helpful than either one of us would have expected. And once you found out that I've traveled quite a bit, you asked me questions that were much different than what I'm used to hearing from people. You even thought to ask Jyota things that even I had never considered. Both of us would like to know: with your obvious intelligence, why are you driving a cab?" I took a sip of my beer, and told them about how I'd been majoring in philosophy, and been studying for finals when I realized that the education I was getting wasn't going to do me the slightest bit of good out in the real world. I told them that I'd been interested in philosophy since I first read Plato's Republic in my Senior year of high school, and that I was still interested in it; just not the stuff that was being taught as 'modern' philosophy. There were too many people asking questions without worrying about finding the answers; and to me, that seemed too much like the intellectual equivalent of playing with yourself: if you're going to do it, see it all the way through to the end. We talked back and forth a little bit, and they finally understood that I'd been asking questions because I really wanted to know something about the places they'd been - things that weren't in the tourist books. I'd finished my beer by that time, and waited as the two of them had some kind of silent conversation with each other. When it was over, both of them turned to look at me before Jyota said "We asked you up here so that we could give you an extra payment for all that you've done to make our stay here as pleasant and enjoyable as it has been. But both of us were also curious to know why you were driving a taxicab when you had the wit to ask some of the questions you did. We also wanted to find out if you're really the kind of person that you seemed to be when you were taking us different places. We've decided that you ARE that kind of person, and that you have a measure of character and intellect that we don't often see in others. So there is something that we would like to ask of you." I look over to Richard to hear what he has to say, and he tells me "As you might imagine, Jyota and I have a fairly active and happy sex life. But both of us find that we enjoy our time together even more if we occasionally let someone else share in it with us. Sometimes it is a female, and sometimes a male; it doesn't happen that often, since we are extremely choosy about who we allow to join us. We believe that we've gotten to know you well enough that we would like YOU to spend some time with us. To calm any concerns you might have, your participation would be with Jyota; it would likely happen that both you and I would be involved with her, but certainly NOT with each other. I have no interest in such things, and trust that you don't, either." Needless to say, I was more than a little surprised. I thought Jyota was an absolute babe, and the idea of getting belly-to-belly with her was appealing as all hell. It was the thought of her husband being there, and joining us, that was throwing me off. I looked at them, and both could apparently see that I was going to need a few moments to decide. Jyota that told me "I do hope you'll consider agreeing, Jim. You're quite the gentleman, and I should very much like getting to know you better." I started to take a sip of my beer to lubricate the thought process before I remembered that I'd already finished it. Richard simply got up and fetched me another one; I absently took a swallow straight from the bottle as I was running their offer through my mind. It took me a couple of minutes before I got things straight in my head, and told them "I would be honored." Both of them looked pleased - Jyota a little more than Richard - before she suggested "Jim, it might help you to relax if all of us were nude for a bit before we get involved." At that, both of them stood up and started undressing. They weren't doing it as any kind of strip-tease or anything like that; it was just two people shedding their clothes. I was a little surprised by it, but stood up to join them a couple of seconds later. I'll confess to having a look at Richard, but it was Jyota that I had my eyes on almost the entire time. The first thing I discovered was that her tits were as full and rounded as they'd seemed the first time I saw them at the airport: each was the size and shape of half a cantaloupe, covering nearly half her chest, and capped with a dark brown areola about the size of a quarter. From the center of that, she had nipples that were maybe the same diameter as a pencil and probably a little short of a half-inch long. Both breasts were the same shade of light brown as what I'd been able to see with her dressed. Either she didn't get any sun, or all of her did; there wasn't a swimsuit line to be found. The next view I got was of her ass - and it was easily as nice as I'd imagined it would be - a pair of small, rounded globes that were smooth and obviously firm. I was looking forward to being able to get my hands on it. Between her thighs, I could see part of her mons, covered in a thick black hair. When she turned around to face me, I could see that it ran up to roughly halfway between the top of her mound and her belly button, the shape of it turning her lower belly into a dark, luxurious forest. I took a quick look at Richard, and was surprised to see that his was a little smaller than my own average-sized penis. My first reaction was one of relief; I'd been afraid that he was one of those super-hung guys that would have stretched her too much inside for me to be able to really enjoy. When we were all naked, we sat down again; them next to each other on the small couch, while I was in a chair facing them. Richard didn't say anything when Jyota draped one of her legs over his - not only opening herself a bit for me to look at, but her leg serving as an obstruction so that I wouldn't have to look at Richard's package. I'll admit to being more than a little nervous at first, but the view I had of Jyota and the way they engaged me in some casual conversation soon had me settled down again. When I'd finished my beer - I'd remembered to pour the rest of it into the glass - it was Richard that told me "If you think you're ready, Jim, we can go into the bedroom now. Of course, your interest is in Jyota, so I'll sit off to the side while you two get acquainted." I wasn't all that sure that I was ready, but decided that I'd be old and gray if I waited until I was a hundred percent sure, so I moved to stand up. Jyota and Richard both stood, too, and held hands as they led the way into their bedroom, which gave me the chance to watch her ass moving as she walked. She turned her head to look at me and smiled, knowing what I was doing. When we get into the bedroom, he heads for a chair that's off in one corner, out of the way; she leads me to the side of the bed and turns around to take my hands in hers. She looks into my eyes as she tells me "You don't have to be nervous, really. Richard knows that you want ME, and it pleases both of us when he can watch me bringing another man as much pleasure as I do him. He isn't going to say anything while we're together, and he isn't going to interfere with anything you want to do - as long as I don't mind, of course. Otherwise, he's just going to sit there quietly. If he gets inspired enough, he may want to use a part of me that you aren't; but he certainly won't get in the way of your pleasure. I should imagine that you'll find this easier and more enjoyable if you can simply act as though it were just the two of us, and act as you normally would. I know that I shall certainly enjoy it more!", the last part delivered with a smile before she moves close and kisses me. When I say close, I mean close - I can feel her tits pressing into my chest, and the soft, dark mat of her bush against my leg as she puts her arms around me and pulls us even closer. And the kiss she's giving me is making it REAL clear that she's looking forward to us getting to know each other WAY better. It takes me a bit, but I finally manage to put the idea of Richard watching us out of my head and give Jyota my full attention, and start kissing her back the way she's kissing me. She likes that, and presses herself against me even harder. I put my hands on her waist, then start moving them up and down her back, caressing it, for a little bit before I finally let them slide down so I can hold that marvelous ass of hers. As I squeeze her ass cheeks, I feel them start clenching a little as she starts kind of humping herself against my leg in slow motion. I can also feel her nipples getting harder where they're trying to bore holes into my chest, and I think I can start to detect the unique aroma of aroused female. Our kisses keep going, getting longer and more intense, and it isn't long until I'm sure I can smell her. She can feel my cock starting to respond to the feeling of her body pressing against mine, and she starts this little side-to-side wiggling thing, brushing the upper edge of her pubic hair against it. It kind of tickles, but it also works to get me a little longer and harder, too. Holding and hugging and kissing her is nice, but I want to get to more of the good stuff, too, so I finally pull back from her a bit and say "Let's get a little more comfortable..." She gives me a delighted smile, and takes a step back before turning to climb onto the bed and knee-walking her way across it to lie on her back on the other side. I follow her example, and it's only a few seconds before I'm next to her on my side, propped up on one elbow so I can look down into her beautiful dark eyes. I reach out and put my hand on her belly, holding it there for a few seconds just so I can enjoy the coolness of her skin before I start caressing her. I lean forward a bit and lower my head so the two of us can start kissing again. About the time she gets her tongue in my mouth, I've got my hand on one of her breasts and I'm finally getting to really check her out the way I've wanted to since I first saw her. Her tit more than fills my hand, and as I give it a gentle squeeze, I find out that it's wonderfully firm, yet slightly spongy. When I get my fingers to the peak of it, I find that her areola is already slightly puckered, and her nipple is standing tall. As I softly run my fingertips across her breast, I feel its apex become even harder, and her nipple get longer as her desire increases. When I've got the one breast taken care of, I shift my attentions to the other, and begin bringing it to the same level of arousal as the other while Jyota and I continue dueling tongues. I feel her take my semi-erect cock in her cool, soft hand and start caressing it with her slender, nimble fingers - not so much to get me hard, apparently, but simply because she like the feel of it in her hand, much as I'm enjoying touching her breasts. By the time I get both of her nipples standing out as much as I can, she's starting to pant slightly, and releasing an occasional moan - so I know she's enjoying what I'm doing as much as I'm enjoying doing it. I pull my lips away from hers so she can have her tongue back, and start kissing her face: tip of her nose, her eyelids, forehead, cheeks, and even the corners of her mouth before I expand my range to include her throat, then her earlobes, neck, and shoulders. The kisses are soft, and every so often, I use my lips to gently 'nibble' her smooth skin. I even softly bite and suck on her earlobes, which earns me a deep groan of pleasure for each of them. As I'm doing all of that, I've been caressing her lower and lower on her body; when I finally get my fingertips into the soft, luxurious thicket of her pubic hair, I feel her spread her legs, inviting me to touch her there next. I certainly don't plan to ignore the area between her thighs, but I'm enjoying checking out her bush too much just then. I'm somewhat amazed at how thick the hair is, yet still so soft under my fingers. I haven't given up on kissing her while the tips of my fingers have been delighting in running barefoot through her pubic meadow; I've been slowly kissing her lower and lower, working my way toward her breasts. When I get to the bottom of one slope, I finally tell my hand it's time to move on, and start caressing her thighs as I slowly blaze a trail of gentle kisses and soft bites as I spiral my way up her breast and toward her nipple. I finally get my lips on the prize, and softly take the puckered mound at the end of her breast into my mouth and suck on it - accompanied by a moan of pleasure from her as she arches her back. Lower down, I've been softly caressing the insides of her thighs, from knee to pelvis, but never quite reaching the treasure between them. But with my lips fastened on her nipple, I finally relent and let the caress of one thigh end with my hand cupping her mons. The contact makes her moan again, and open her legs even more, giving me easy access to the core of her sex. I take my time letting my fingertips explore her womanhood; her pussy lips are long and thin, the area between them wet with her oils. I gently press the very tip of one finger against her opening, and find it hot, wet, and - as I'd thought - slightly small. My investigations continue, and at the top of her slit I discover that her clit is exposed - and feels to be the size of a small marble. It's easily the largest clitoris I've ever found, and I'm looking forward to becoming more familiar with it. In the mean time, I've transferred my mouth over to her other breast, and I'm trying to see if I can get that nipple as hard and long as the other while I put my hand to work trying to memorize the way her pussy feels. When I've got both of her nipples fully erect and glistening with my saliva, I figure it's time to head south - particularly since she's moaning almost continuously, and arching her pelvis up toward my hand with little noises of frustration that I'm not doing more with it. I move myself to where I'm over her, and my legs between hers before I start slowly kissing my way down her body. As I do, I've got both hands busy caressing her, from tits to knees. When I get to her navel, I have to stop and give it the attention it deserves by dipping my tongue into it, and kissing and licking the area around it, before continuing my journey. My lips finally get to her bush, and I spend some time just kissing it so I can feel how soft it is on my lips. It's only when I think about what's waiting for me am I able to pull myself away from it. When I finally get low enough, I start using my lips to softly nibble the insides of her thighs, first one and then the other, as I work my way up to where they come together. I eventually reach her pussy, and I plant a kiss right on her lips - then open my mouth and run my tongue between them from bottom to top. I finish it by circling her clit a couple of times, which earns me a deep groan of pleasure as she arches her hips up and tries to spread her legs even more. The first taste of her I get is great - her juices are almost as thin as water, but still oily; and they've got a little bit of a tang to them that's real nice on my tongue. I go back and give her another pass with my tongue, only I dip a little deeper to brush across her opening along the way; and when I get to her clit, I spend a little more time teasing it. I reach up and get my hands on her tits, squeezing them and teasing her nipples while I'm feasting on fresh pussy. She's definitely aroused, and I spend some time enjoying the hell out of eating her before I settle down to trying to get her off: putting my mouth over her opening and trying to suck her juices out; seeing just how much of my tongue I can get inside her; taking each of her pussy lips into my mouth and softly sucking on them; trying to see if I can get both of them licked clean of her oils; and my favorite, finding out just what I can do to and with her clit that gets her going the most. I'm doing little designs on her clit with the tip of my tongue when I feel her getting close to a climax; as she gets closer and closer to it, I'm gradually slowing down, and applying less and less pressure, knowing that I'm teasing her into one HELL of an orgasm when it finally happens. And sure enough, it does happen: I'm doing real light, slow circles around her clit when I feel her start to tense up with the start of her climax. That's when I increase the pressure and start fluttering my tongue across her clitoris, effectively throwing her into the deep end of the orgasm pool. She practically screams something in what I assume was Hindi as she tries to slam her thighs together. My head is in the way, of course, and I'm wondering if she hasn't broken an eardrum as she starts writhing on the bed. I'm starting to worry that she's having some kind of seizure when her thighs open up again, and I can hear the noises she's making as I'm massaging her clit with my tongue in time with the spasms I feel going through her. She's still talking in Hindi, but from the tone of it, I figure I'm pretty safe in assuming that she isn't calling me names. Or if she is, they're nice names, at least. It sounds like she says something to me, but it's in Hindi, and I don't understand a bit of it. A second later, she tells me in English "Please, stop! I can't take much more of that - it's FAR too intense!" I get my tongue off of where her clit has disappeared under its hood, but I can't resist getting another taste of her juices before I lift my head from between her thighs. I look her over, and I can see that she's panting, and that there are little shudders going through her every so often. I ease my way out from between her legs and move up to lie on my side next to her and put an arm across her. To my surprise, she wraps her arms around me and gives me a hug before telling me "That was quite good, dear Jim. I hope you aren't disappointed that I made you stop, but what you were doing was far more intense that I'm used to. I don't know where you learned to do that so well, but I daresay the women you practiced on were left rather pleased!" I couldn't help smiling at her before I said "Well, I like doing it" - "I should say so!" she interjected - "and you tasted pretty good to me, so I wanted to make it good for you, too." She turned loose of me to lie back again and looked up at me to say "That was rather naughty of you to tease me that way, when I was getting so close - but then just as it started for me, you did that extra bit and made it ever so much better! You made it more than just good for me; you made it wonderful." The two of us just lie there for a little while as she gets her breath back; every so often, I lean over and give her a little kiss, which she happily returns. I'm sure she can taste herself, but she doesn't seem to mind it a bit; I can't help wondering how involved she gets when she and Richard bring another woman into their bed. That makes me think to look over to where he is; he's just sitting there, and when he sees me looking at him, just smiles and nods without saying anything. I turn my attention back to Jyota, who's starting to move next to me. She looks up at me to say "You gave me such a wonderful climax, and now I should like to do the same for you", smiling. I smile back and tell her "I'd like that", and her smile gets even bigger before she answers "I rather thought you might." She sits up and gives me a little nudge to let me know she wants me to lay on my back. I do, and she moves to straddle my waist before she lowers her body so the two of us can kiss. I can feel her breasts pillowed against my chest, and her pubic hair is brushing against my lower belly as our kiss lengthens and deepens. When her lips pull away from mine, I look into her eyes and see her desire in them. She gives me a mischievous smile, and lowers her head to begin kissing me much the same way I did her: my face and neck and shoulders were all blessed by her soft, warm lips. When she got to my ears, she didn't bother with my earlobes - she went straight for sticking her tongue in my ear, instead, with predictable results. As she worked her way down my body, I'm positive that she was deliberately dragging her erect nipples across my skin whenever she moved her body over me. I was almost completely erect by the time she was positioned to where her head was hovering over my pelvis. Our eyes locked, and I watched as she slowly lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock - then proceeded to take almost my entire length into her mouth before she started running her tongue along the underside of it. It didn't take much of that before she had me as hard as I'd ever been, and that's when she got serious about trying to make me feel as good as I had for her. I don't know how or where she learned to give head, but she needs to open schools - lots of them - to teach it to other women. She deepthroated me. She used her teeth to softly nibble literally every square millimeter of my cock. She gave my balls a bath with her tongue. She massaged my dick with her lips, from base to crown. She sucked - soft, and hard. She blew: after coating me with her saliva, she pulled her head off and softly blew across my cock, cooling it. She used the tip of her tongue to tickle the bottom of it, right behind the head. And every damn time I got close to blowing my load, she'd back off and let the sensation fade a bit before she'd start in on me again. I knew I was in for a terminal case of blue balls when she finally had mercy on me - sort of. Her head was bobbing up and down on me while she was running the tip of her tongue along the bottom when I felt myself getting ready to cum (again). She had my balls cupped in her hand, and was gently squeezing them when she felt them start to pull up next to my body (again). She started twisting her head as she also began sucking on me, and taking more of me into her mouth. As I got closer and closer to to the point of no return, her actions slowed, too. My cock tightened, and right before I started cumming, she buried her nose in my pubic hair, deepthroating me. The sensation of her throat muscles massaging the head of my dick made the first spurt of my cum erupt with even more force and pleasure than I thought was possible; she simply swallowed it, and kept herself in place as I groaned in pleasure with the second surge of my semen into her welcoming mouth and throat. It was the hardest I'd cum in a long, long time, and it felt DAMN good. When I'd emptied my balls, she lifted her head and kept me in her mouth as she took a couple of deep breaths through her nose; then she proceeded to gently suck on my cock as she used her lips to 'milk' it, ensuring that she got every drop she could of my semen. After she let my rapidly-deflating penis slip from between her lips, she gave me a satisfied smile before asking "I presume you enjoyed that?" I didn't bother to think about what I was saying before I answered "Out-fucking-standing!" - and was relieved when her smile only got wider. As she moved up toward the head of the bed, I managed to get myself sitting up and resting against the headboard. When she got close, I reached out for her, but she shook her head and said "Just a moment, if you will..." before reaching out for a bottle of fruit juice I hadn't noticed on the night stand. She opened it up and took a mouthful of it and swished it around in her mouth before swallowing, then took a long drink of it before sealing the bottle again. When she turned to me, she could see that I'd been watching her, and she looked mildly embarrassed as she told me "I like the taste of a man's semen, but I don't think it's something the men themselves would appreciate. So whenever I do that, I make sure and rinse my mouth out properly afterwards - particularly when I think that we'll be kissing." I cupped her face in my hands and told her "You didn't have to do that on my account; I've tasted my own cum before, and it doesn't bother me. But if it makes you feel better, then that's fine, too." before I leaned in and kissed her. The kiss I got back was enthusiastic, and we spent a minute or so letting our tongues get re-acquainted before she let me guide her to sit next to me in a way that allowed me to put my arms around her. Jyota saw me glance over to where Richard was sitting, and told me "Really, it's quite all right for you to hold me like this. Richard and I both understand that there's going to be a certain amount of affection shown when we're with someone else; it's that personal involvement that we like, as much as the physical part of it. Otherwise, mechanical toys would be so much more safe and sanitary, wouldn't they?" I suppose that if I'd thought about it the way I really SHOULD have, I'd have realized that a guy that's willing to let another man go to bed with his wife isn't likely to get upset if they snuggle a little. After that, I really didn't worry too much about what reaction Richard might have to how I behaved with his wife - as long as I didn't hurt or offend her, of course. For the next hour or so, Jyota and I talked to each other - she told me about what it was like growing up in Bangalore, and I told her what my childhood experiences had been like. There were certain coarse similarities, since all kids play with their friends and have certain experiences on the way to adulthood; it was the differences due to our different cultures that both of us found amusing and entertaining. As we talked, we shifted positions a few times, and I was lying on my back with Jyota on her side with her head resting on my shoulder when I felt her reach down and softly grasp my penis. I had an arm around her, and was softly caressing her back and side with my hand; I patted her on the butt before asking "Ready to continue, are you?" She tilted her head back to smile at me before she answered "QUITE ready, if you're up to it." I couldn't help grinning as I answered "As you can tell, I'm not 'up to it' at the moment, but I expect that's a problem easily corrected." She laughed at my bawdy pun, and said "Yes, I think that's something I can take care of for you" - then laughed again when I said "I was hoping you could..." When she sat up in preparation for reversing her position, I told her "Of course, I'd be delighted to return the favor." She gave me a pleased smile and answered "I think I should like that very much." before turning and moving to her hands and knees. She got herself positioned over me - fore AND aft - and I felt her take my penis in her hand as I kissed the insides of her thighs before lifting my head far enough to slip my tongue between her labia again. The things she did to get me hard were effective, and she was interrupted only once - by the relatively small orgasm she had as a result of the tongue-lashing I gave her clitoris. When both of us were ready, she slid her lips off my cock, then moved herself from over me. I sat up and suggested "How about if we start with me behind you?" She nodded her assent, and pretty much just had to lean forward, since she was already kneeling on the bed. I quickly got to my knees and moved behind her, where I took a few seconds to enjoy the view of her tight ass sticking in the air, the dark smudge of her pubic thatch accented by her shiny, parted labia. I got closer, and levered the end of my cock down to slip between her pussy lips, wedging it against her opening. Holding myself in position, I pushed my hips forward and began sinking myself into her. She was certainly wet enough inside, but she was also pretty snug inside - as I'd thought, Richards cock was smaller than mine, even when erect. I certainly didn't want to hurt her, and there wasn't any reason to hurry, so I took my time about getting inside. I'd press in until there was a little 'drag', slide myself in and out of her to get her oils spread along my length, and then press into her again. It didn't take long, since she was fairly enthusiastic about wanting it to happen, too. So there came the time when my last thrust into her ended with the head touching the deepest part of her while the tight ring of her opening was wrapped around the base of it, my balls resting against the soft cushion of her pubic hair. As small as she'd been inside, I thought she might need a little time to get used to having me in her, and waited until I felt her press herself back against me before I started moving in her. Even then, I began with slow, short motions so that she could tell me if she was having any difficulty. I was certain she wasn't when she kept pressing herself back in response to each of my thrusts, and finally turned her head to tell me "You needn't be so gentle with me; I'm quite enjoying having you inside me like this." For a few moments, I was amused at hearing what must have been a proper British way of telling me "fuck me harder". So I did. I figured if she could tell me I was being too gentle, then she could tell me if I was being too rough, too - and went about trying to find a way of fucking into her that was satisfying for both of us. It didn't take much, either. She was, so to speak, pretty easy: it seemed that she was agreeable to just about anything I did, as long as I was moving in her. Once that was settled, I just got into a rhythm that would let me enjoy pumping into her for as long as possible. She felt pretty nice around my cock, I didn't have any trouble reaching around her to play with her tits, and I wasn't in a position that was particularly tiring - so why hurry to get off? I'd been pistoning in and out of her for several minutes when she surprised me by having an orgasm - and not a small one, either. I'd leaned forward and had her tits in my hands so I could kind of pull and pinch her nipples when she suddenly froze under me and started crying out something in Hindi as I felt her vagina tighten around me. The thing was, I sure as hell wasn't prepared for the sensation of HOW her vagina was tightening as she climaxed. The first thing was that she'd clamp down on me pretty hard, followed by her relaxing for the briefest of moments, then she'd tighten around me again - but not quite as much. Relax, tighten a little less, and so on. And the whole time, she's crying out in Hindi, and her pussy is getting wetter and wetter. The almost-yelling and wetness part, those I was familiar with; it was the way her vagina was clenching around me that was so damn stimulating: TIGHT tIGHT tiGHT tigHT tighT tight - then repeat, and repeat, and repeat, and... It was an incredible feeling, and I started really looking forward to being ready to cum in her while she was climaxing. I continued thrusting in her while she was having her climax, knowing that I was making it last longer, and more intense. After the last of the spasms had faded, I could see that she was a little tired. She wasn't going to fall on her face, or anything, but it was still a little bit of an effort for her to hold herself up. I stopped my thrusts into her, and when she turned her head to say something, I told her "I know you're a little tired. Why don't you lie down, and I'll be on top of you while you rest a bit?" She opened her mouth to object, then thought better of it and nodded her agreement. She groaned in disappointment when I slid my hard cock out of her, but let me help her to lie on her back. She spread her legs and lifted her knees, and I could see the desire - and appreciation - in her eyes as I got myself situated. She reached down between us and used one hand to hold herself open while the other got me positioned at her entrance. A single slow thrust of my hips, and I was buried in her again as she released a loud moan of pleasure. In less than a minute, I was once again sliding my hard cock in and out of her womanhood to our mutual pleasure. Though the change in position was a little harder on me, it did have its advantages: with us face-to-face, it was possible for me to arch my back enough that I could get my mouth on the dark points of her nipples, so I could lick and suck on them for short periods before I had to straighten up again. I could also lower my body far enough that the two of us could kiss - not just each other's lips, but faces, necks, and shoulders, too. And if I rested on my elbows, both of us could feel the ends of her nipples dragging across my chest in time with my thrusts into her. It was a pleasant, arousing experience for both of us - her more so than me, since she had another orgasm after we'd been in that position for several minutes. It wasn't as powerful of a climax as the previous one, but she certainly seemed to enjoy it - just as I did. I was starting to get tired some time later when it happened again. When she'd gotten her breath back, she saw what kind of shape I was in, and reached down to hold my hips still before she told me "Now it's time for YOU to take a rest, I believe." I couldn't help but grin before I answered "And I believe you're right", earning me a smile. I got myself unplugged - she didn't make any noise, just looked disappointed - and the two of us got our positions reversed. She got herself settled onto my dick easily, and started rocking her hips back and forth as she leaned forward to put her hands on the bed. That gave me the opportunity to reach up and start giving them the attention I thought they deserved: gently squeezing and caressing them, running my thumbs and fingertips across her nipples, and generally acting like an adolescent - something she didn't have any objections to. We hadn't been in that position for long when she leaned forward so that her breasts were pillowed against my chest. A couple minutes later, I realized that Richard was on the bed with us when I felt another pair of (hairy) legs outside of mine. I felt Jyota pause for a few moments, then start rocking back and forth - shortly followed by the sensation of something pressing against the bottom of my cock. It took me a bit before I realized that he'd apparently applied some kind of lube to her ass, and was then starting to fuck her there. Well, he'd warned me that he was 'likely' to join us, and she HAD said that he might use a part of her that I wasn't; so there wasn't anything for me to do but grin and bear it, so to speak. It was an entirely new experience for me, and one that I wasn't entirely sure I liked. In fact, it made me distinctly uncomfortable - but how do you ask a man that's sharing his wife with you not to fuck her while YOU are? Answer: you don't. Or at least, I didn't. I simply focused on what I could feel of Jyota, and tried to ignore the feeling of another mans dick sort-of rubbing against mine through the tissues between her vagina, where I was, and her bowels, where he was. Fortunately, he seemed to enjoy what we were doing to her more than I was - it was only a few minutes before I heard him start to groan as he held himself inside her, and she said something that sounded fairly passionate in Hindi. Not long after that, I felt him leave the two of us alone again - much to my relief. With Richard's cock out of her ass, Jyota was ready to get enthusiastic about sliding herself up and down my erection - something I found to be a much more pleasant activity than what I'd just experienced. I was surprised when it took only a few minutes of her bouncing herself on my hard cock for Jyota to have another climax - and a fairly powerful one, judging from the sounds she made, and the way her wet pussy felt around me. I helped intensify and prolong it as best I could by pressing myself up against her, applying pressure to her clitoris, while pinching and pulling on her nipples. By the time it was mostly over for her, the sensations she'd created on my cock had gotten me to the point where I knew my own climax wasn't so far off. After the last wave of release had coursed through her, she leaned forward to put her hands on the bed to support herself. I was caressing her back and sides - with an occasional side trip to play with her ass - when she told me "If you're feeling up to being active again, there's something I'd like you to do, if you would be so kind." "What's that?" I asked. "After Richard has had me there, I always climax hardest when another man uses my bottom. Would you?" Needless to say, it was another unique experience for me: having a woman ask me to fuck her in the ass - particularly after her husband had just done so. Still, the idea had a certain appeal to me; she must have felt my cock twitch inside her, because she got a delighted smile on her face before she said "I should take that as a 'yes', then?" I couldn't help smiling back, and answered "Yes, that's a 'yes'." It was just a matter of a few seconds before she'd slid herself off my cock, and was positioning herself on her hands and knees again. I got to my knees, too, and asked "Uh, do we need to add more lubricant, or anything?" She seemed pleased by the question, and answered "Oh, no. I can feel that what's there is quite sufficient, and I've already been loosened up, as you know. Everything will be quite all right." Well, it was her ass - literally and figuratively - so I just moved behind her and got myself into position. When I looked down, I could see that there was still plenty of some gel-looking lube around her anus, which didn't look all that 'loosened up' to me. I pressed the end of my cock down, and rubbed it around to get the head coated with the gel before pressing the end of it against her sphincter. Holding myself steady, I began to push my way into her - and was surprised when I slipped in fairly easily, accompanied by a deep groan of obvious pleasure from Jyota. Still, I held myself still once the head was through; I was a bit larger than Richard, and I didn't know if she'd need time to adjust. Apparently, she did, because it was a few moments before I felt her push herself back at me. With my cock firmly in place, I put my hands on her hips and held her steady as I began pushing myself into her most intimate opening. As I did, she began muttering in Hindi, the volume increasing more and more as I got deeper and deeper into her. By the time my pubic hair was wedged into the crack of her ass, she was almost yelling; her arousal was clear, even if the words weren't. As snug as her pussy had been at first, her ass was even tighter; and where my balls were resting against her pussy, I could feel her opening almost radiating heat, she was so excited at having my cock in her. I eased my hips back, and slid myself out of her until the rosette of her anus was clenching me right behind the crown before sliding myself back into her. I looked down at her hands, and saw that both were white-knuckled and full of the bed covers. The next time I moved in her, it was a little faster, and when my cock was fully embedded in her ass, I felt her press back against me again. The next cycle was a little faster - and a little more forceful when I entered her, causing her to moan in pleasure. That was all the guidance I really needed on what she wanted me to do, and I quickly increased the pace and force of my thrusts into her back passage. It wasn't long before she was calling out in Hindi again between grunts and groans that were clearly the result of her increasing excitement. When she'd climaxed around my cock that last time, it had been enough to arouse the hell out of me; then to be sliding my cock back and forth through the tight ring of her anus - well, it wasn't all that long before I could feel myself getting close to emptying my balls into her. As I got closer and closer, the speed and force of my thrusts into her increased, which only seemed to arouse her even more. I'd hit the point of no return, and was almost slamming myself into her nether hole when I felt my jism start rocketing through my cock; I tried to bury myself as deep in her ass as I could just before the first surge of my cum erupted deep in her bowels. Even as my dick was preparing to fire another salvo of semen into her, she literally screamed her pleasure as her anus clamped down around my manhood. She was so tight around me that I couldn't unload the next wad of my cum in her until the pressure had built up enough that it came out more as a high-pressure stream than a sudden surge - the feeling was truly incredible. Apparently, she could feel the difference, too, because the next noise she made was almost as loud as the first before she had to take a deep, gasping breath - which made her relax around me slightly, and gave me time to spray her bowels once more before she tightened around me again. By the time I'd emptied my balls in her, the base of my cock was feeling the effects of how she kept clamping down on it with each wave of her release. Happily, her orgasm faded fairly quickly after I stopped spraying my cum into her. Though shaky, she was able to support herself as I carefully extracted my softening cock from the tight embrace of her anus; once I was free to move from behind her, I quickly got to where I could help guide her to lie on her stomach on the bed before resting on my side next to her. Both of us were panting, she more than I was, and it was all I could do to simply put an arm across her to let her know that I was still there with her. Her head was turned my direction, and I could see the gratitude in her eyes, even though she wasn't in any condition to speak. Several minutes went by before I had enough energy to sit up and move to rest against the headboard; she'd recovered enough that she was able to provide at least minimal assistance in helping me get her moved to where she was resting against me. I happened to look over and saw the bottle of fruit juice she'd used to rinse her mouth, so I reached over and took it; a few moments later, I had it open and was holding it to her lips so she could drink from it. After she'd had a few swallows, she nudged my hand away and managed to tell me "Thank you, Jim. That helps, but I need something a bit more substantial", then, to her husband, whom I'd forgotten about, she said "Richard, I believe both of us would benefit from something a bit stronger than juice. Would you be a dear?" I heard him say "But of course", and from the corner of my eye, saw him leave the bedroom. He was back in just a minute or so, setting a mixed drink and another bottle of beer on the night stand before going back to the chair he'd been in. Jyota was able to sit up a little more, and used me as a backrest while she reached out for the drinks Richard had brought in. Never before or since has something as simple as beer tasted so good to me. I think I must have gone through half the bottle in less than a minute; Jyota killed a full quarter of her drink the first time the glass touched her lips. Probably half an hour went by with the two of us just sitting there; I was perfectly content to have an arm wrapped around Jyota and take an occasional sip from my beer as I tried to get myself back together. Jyota was the first to speak when she finally told me "That was quite... something." "Yeah, it was. I'm not sure what, but it was definitely something", I replied. "You did a perfectly marvelous job of finding what I wanted, and then doing it. You are indeed quite the gentleman!" - the last with a small laugh. I gave her a small hug and responded "After you asked me to, what else could I do?" "Well, thank you, sir!" she said, lifting her glass in toast. "It was my pleasure, I assure you" I answered, touching my beer bottle to her glass before the two of us drank. It was perhaps another half hour before each of us had finished our drinks; I was done first, and Jyota quickly took the last swallow of hers before setting her glass and my bottle on the night stand before she told me "If you'd like to clean up a bit, a shower perhaps, I would be delighted to keep you company. Richard will wait until after you've left, of course." That was an offer I couldn't refuse, and I said so. She turned to look at me, and I could see that she was pleased when she said "Shall we, then? I should imagine that you would like to get to your own bed and get some sleep tonight." I had the feeling that the two of them weren't done for the night, and that I was being dismissed after having provided them with whatever service or inspiration they needed or wanted from me - but Jyota was being so thoughtful and polite about it that I didn't really mind. They'd gotten something from me, and I sure as hell had gotten something from them (well, her, anyway), and wasn't inclined to try and renege on the deal. Besides, I could think of worse things to end a workday than spending a little time in the shower with her. We spent a good twenty minutes in the shower together, nineteen of which were spent with my hands on her as she laughingly took care of washing me off. She didn't mind her hair getting wet, and I got the chance to find out that it made a heavy, sensuous rope in my hands before she took it away from me. As we were getting dried off, she told me "There are some things I wouldn't say before Richard, of course, so I should like to thank you again, Jim, for being with us tonight. You're quite the lover, and you've brought me no small amount of pleasure. More, in fact, than I've felt in quite some time. You've every reason to feel pleased with yourself!" I reached out to cup her face in my hands and answered "If I was a good lover, then it was because I had you to inspire me. You're a very lovely and sexy lady, and if I brought you that kind of pleasure, then THAT is what I'm pleased about." She gave me a delighted smile, and the brief kiss the two of us shared was somehow more intimate than the ones before. We finished drying off, and went back out to the bedroom to get dressed before going back to the living area. Richard was sitting there, waiting for us, dressed and as friendly and sociable as when I'd first walked into the room. I made an excuse about having to leave, and he stood up to shake my hand and tell me they'd enjoyed my company before handing me an envelope. I didn't bother opening it, knowing that it was the bonus she'd said they wanted to give me; besides, I'd learned enough by then to know that it wasn't considered 'proper' to do so. Jyota escorted me to the door to their suite, and gave me a kiss on the cheek while tolerating the soft pat I gave her ass. Back down in my cab, I opened the envelope to see that they'd tipped me a thousand bucks: ten crisp new $100 bills. Between that, and the time I'd had with Jyota, I figured I must have done one hell of a job of driving them around. I got my rig fired up and headed home, where my cat Demosthenes chewed me out for making supper late. The next day, I got the call to take Richard and Jyota back to the airport. I didn't say or do anything to indicate that I knew anything about them that I hadn't learned in my cab. But as I drove, I noticed that while Richard was looking out the window, Jyota was looking at me - and when she saw me looking at her, smiled in a way that I knew was just for me. When we got to the airport, I got their stuff unloaded for the skycap, and made sure they had all of their stuff. Richard gave me a nice tip on top of the fare, and after he'd gone over to tip the skycap, Jyota told me "Thank you again, Jim, for you've done." The skycap and I both watched them (okay, HER) walk away until they were lost in the crowd. I've never seen or heard from them since then - though there have been a few times that I thought it was Jyota when I saw a woman with long, black hair, or another tallish Indian woman with the right shape. Those few hours that I spent with Jyota have remained sharp and clear in my memory, and I know that I'll always treasure them. I don't know what the deal was with them, and probably don't WANT to know - it's enough for me that I was able to have that little bit of time with her. One lasting thing that came out of the experience was that after getting to talk to Jyota, I was inspired to get a few books and learn something about India, and the religions and cultures there, and what I learned has given me even more to think about and learn from. -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+