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The Gathering

By Paris Waterman

Copyright 2003


Chapter Eleven - Getting Our Daily Quotient, Part 2

And the next day, Thursday was no different. Rosa called Dutch at the
hospital. "Honey I'm sorry to bother you at work, but I have to see
you."

"What's wrong? Are you all right?" He asked as he tensed up
sensing bad news.

"No, no, I'm fine. Well, no, I'm not fine. I'm so horny I
can't stand it. I need you and I need you bad. Can you meet me
someplace?"

"Baby I can't leave here. Can you come here; I can manage some time
with you if you come over in the next thirty minutes or so."

"Do you know where I'm calling from?"

"Where, are you close by?"

"No, I'm in the ladies room using Cynthia's dildo. I'm gushing,
literally gushing. Jesus I'm in heat!"

"Get your ass over here ASAP. I'll try to find a place for us where
we won't be disturbed for a while."

"Oh honey you won't regret it. I love you!" And Dutch heard a
click and then a dial tone. She was on her way.

***

Forty minutes later they were fucking in a broom closet that had
shelves on three sides and was chock full of brooms, mops and buckets;
and paper towels and toilet paper. Rosa's dress was up around her
hips; her twisted pantyhose tossed feveredly into the corner, lay half
in - half out of a bucket containing water and ammonia; and were
hopelessly ruined. But her legs were wrapped securely around his hips
as he pounded his durable cock into her sopping wet cunt.

They shifted their feet to attain better position and dislodged a mop
handle that on falling stabbed Dutch in the ribs. He groaned in pain
and frustration at not having more room to move about.

"What?" Rosa asked, near panic as her orgasm was or seemed to be
miles away. "Don't come!" She barked out, clutching his shoulders
and digging her nails into his flesh. "Not yet baby! Don't come
yet! I'm close but not there."

Dutch wheezed, partly from the ammonia fumes, partly from the tight
confines of the closet, but still managed to squeeze her buttocks
tightly to hold her against him as she worked, using all her expertise
in kegels, until unable to help himself he began to squirm.

"Not yet! Not yet!" she called out, mentally cursing herself for
using all her skills to make him come, but resenting the fact that he
was going to come. 'What the hell's wrong with me?" she asked,
but no answer was forthcoming.

For his part, Dutch was striving to hold off, trying to free himself
from her deliciously succulent vise, but Rosa, despite herself, or
perhaps even because of herself, initiated a series of deep grinding
thrusts, flexing her thighs to hold him fast and won the battle as his
cock absorbed one last kegel and then spewed his load against her
cervix.
"Bastard!" she shouted and he grimaced, thinking the entire staff
of his unit had heard her.
"Easy, I'm not finished baby," he said, hoping she'd calm down
enough to bring her off. But Rosa was having none of it. A suddenly
irrational Rosa began pummeling him with her fists causing him to knock
over a stack of rolled paper towels to the floor that made for
extremely difficult traction. Dutch was totally confused by her
actions. This was not the Rosa he knew and loved, something was wrong.
"Keep on fucking, it'll get hard again," she pleaded morosely,
then ground her mons into him. The fact that she had quieted down
helped. Dutch wasn't soft, in fact his cock was still rather hard and
Rosa found him, pulled it forward reinserting his mushroomed head in
her cunt and kissed him hungrily on the mouth.
"Ah, yeah, yeah, that's it! Shove that big prick in me!" She
groaned hungrily. "Yeah, stir my honey pot with your magic wand!"
He felt his prick expand as her cuntal walls converged around it.
"Yeah," she moaned in his ear and one hand came up to tangle in his
hair; the other raked its nails across his back.
Dutch groaned loudly and lifted her completely off the ground. Rosa
instinctively wrapped her smooth legs about his hips, crossing her
ankles in the small of his back. Both groaned at the host of incredible
sensations their copulating was rendering. She rolled her hips down to
further skewer herself on his fully erect horn; arching her back and
shamelessly pushing a tit into his face. He responded by grabbing her
shoulders and manipulating her so that he could devour her taunting
breast -- biting and nipping at it, then wildly suckling on her --
going from breast to breast  all the while thrusting his massive cock
in and out of her wet, clasping cunt.
Whimpering in a mix of pain and pleasure, Rosa rocked her hips fiercely
to meet his pounding prick. "That's it baby!" she wailed as her
climax finally arrived. "Oh, yeah I knew you would make me happy."
A few seconds later Rosa was began to recover from her orgasm. She lay
her head on his shoulder still holding his cock; stoking him gently,
noting how slick it was from her bodily fluid and his own ejaculate,
but unable to see it clearly in the darkened confines of the closet.
Unbeknownst to the couple, Rosa's period arrived during their sexual
play. She has menstruated copiously, covering his prick with her blood.
When Dutch tucked himself away, his bloodied hands smeared the blood
across the front of his white slacks. Rosa also has worn no panties and
her pantyhose are ruined. She did however open a roll of paper towels
and wiped what she thought was his sperm from her hands. This averted
the possibility that she'd touch her fawn colored dress as she
smoothed it over her hips and cover it with blood too. But the tight
dress clung to her and quickly absorbed her menstruating fluids around
her crotch.
"We were in here for a long time," she said, smoothing her dress front
one final time. "Do you think someone noticed?
"Naw," he answered, "this place is too busy this time of day."
"Dutch, you were terrific. I really needed you inside me. I . . . I
don't know why I was such a bitch earlier. I just had this . . .
funny mood, you know? Not funny really, but . . ."
"It's all right, baby. I love you and if you act a little weird
sometimes . . . well I do the same once in a while, so don't worry
about it.
She nodded in the darkened closet, agreeing with him. It was lunch
time, most would be out eating somewhere and the remainder filling in
would probably be busy.
He grasped the doorknob and turned it. At the exact moment the closet
door opened Rosa realized she was flowing from her period. But the
shock of seeing a group of twelve doctors, nurses and technicians
waiting outside caused her to not fully grasp her dilemma.
"Yo, Dutch," a technician called out cheerfully.
"Way to go," called another male nurse, while two pretty female
nurses stared at his bloodied groin area. A keen witted staff physician
asked if he'd been castrated. And the Chief of Staff looked on with
disapproval.
"Where . . ." a panicked Rosa turned to Dutch and asked. Reading
her mind despite all the confusion, he replied, "First door on your
right. She bolted in that direction and disappeared inside just as
Dutch raised his eyes from his bloody groin to face his superior.
"My office, PERRY, NOW!"
With a terrifying scowl he turned to the group gawking at Dutch. "Be
like the three monkeys," he snarled in warning, "See nothing, hear
nothing and most of all, say nothing. This is my hospital and I'll
handle this my way. Is that clear?"
***
Doctor Van Sciver, the Chief of Staff, was right on Dutch's heels as
they entered his office.
"All right Perry, just who the fuck do you think you are screwing
some bimbo in my hospital?"
Dutch, chagrinned, looked downward.
"Can't you keep that dick in your pants during working hours? This
could cost you your job and you might not find similar work elsewhere.
People DO ask for references you know."
Dutch nodded. There seemed to be nothing else to do. He sensed that the
worst was past and felt the first surge of relief course through his
body.
"Do you understand me?"
"Err, yes sir. I certainly do understand. I was wrong and it won't
ever happen again."
"Now for the record, you are my best nurse hands down. But I'll
fire you in a minute if you fuck up like this again, got it?"
"Yes sir." Dutch replied humbly, thanking his good fortune to be
working for an understanding physician like Van Sciver.
Dr. Van Sciver didn't speak for a long time. He stared hard at Dutch
and finally said, "Unfortunately others witnessed your closet foray and
. . ." he paused staring at Dutch's fly. "What the hell were you
two doing in there? You're covered with blood."
"I . . . I'm not sure. I think she got her period while we were, uh
. . . having sex."
Van Sciver frowned and looked thoughtful for a moment, his hand
supporting his chin. Then he asked, "Did you bring her here to fuck
her?"
"Um, yes, err, no. As I recall, she . . . Rosa. Her name is Rosa and
she's not a bimbo, she's my girl. Uh, well she called me, said she
was . . . I don't know if I should say this or if you want to hear
it."
"I'm a doctor for Christ's sake. I hear . . . things, all sorts
of things all the time. You can count on my confidentiality."
"Okay, anyway we've been very active sexually of late and she
called me . . . um, she was extremely horny and said I had to do
something about it and soon."
"So you invited her to my hospital."
"No!" Dutch winced, embarrassed, but still wanting to be honest and
candid with his benefactor. "No, I didn't invite her here. I know
better. But I couldn't leave the hospital and she couldn't wait,
she came here and confronted me."
"A rather aggressive stance for a woman to take even in these
days," Van Sciver said to himself, for he was not concerned what
Dutch thought about him. "I imagine that her period, or rather her
oncoming menstrual cycle was compelling her to act irrationally."
"You're right doctor," Dutch said. "She was acting strangely
the whole time. First being lovey dovey, then cursing and biting and
snarling and then reverting to being nice again. It was confusing. I
mean, I never knew about this . . ." he pointed to the splattered
blood on his slacks."
"Well, grab a fresh pair of skivvies and whites from my locker,"
Van Sciver said benignly, causing Dutch to breathe a sigh of relief.
"But there still remains the matter of my taking some disciplinary
action against you."
"Shit!" Dutch said under his breath.
"I didn't hear that," Van Sciver said with a slight smile. "I
think a three day suspension should suffice. I have to cover my ass too
you know. You're not hurting for money are you? If so, I'll lend
you something . . ."
Dutch had removed his slacks and had one leg in the fresh pair of
whites. He looked at Van Sciver a moment before answering. "No, no,
I'll manage," he said, realizing just how good a friend Van Sciver
was being to him.
"Good," Van Sciver said. "It's effective immediately. I'd
tell you to go home and bang the daylights out of your girlfriend, but
she's indisposed for the next few days. Sorry about that. That will
be all. Now I'm pretty busy and I'll leave you to finish dressing.
Not a word to anyone. Just leave, I'll handle anyone asking about the
. . . um, incident. I think you can rely on those who witnessed that
debacle in the closet to keep it to themselves. Then again, you may
find this incident makes you a celebrity around here. I saw the way
those nurses were looking at you; and where they were looking." He
laughed, "Gotta run. Take care of yourself and I hope your girlfriend
doesn't die of embarrassment." And he left Dutch to finish
dressing.
Dutch waited another five minutes before leaving. Several nurses and
technicians gave him concerned looks as he passed silently by them. No
one spoke a word.
In the parking lot, Dutch forgot to give his Volvo a whack or kick. He
slipped behind the wheel and drove off, not speeding or recklessly, but
without regard for anyone or anything in his path. Luckily the street
was clear and soon he was lost in thought, driving unconsciously, until
he came to a familiar crossing, took a left and parked in front of a
restaurant and grill where he was known, went inside and ordered a
drink.
***
"So you got suspended," Robert said, pointing to the Chivas Regal
on the back of the bar for Stu, the bartender's edification. Turning
his attention back to Dutch as Stu prepared his drink, he continued,
"Hey man, don't get so down on yourself. He didn't fire you; and
you of all people know you deserved it."

His drink arrived and he swirled it drink around, "A man can't get
enough pussy anyhow, so don't concern yourself about it, enjoy the
hell out of it."

"Yeah, but she's special," Dutch said eyes cast down at the bar.
He glanced up at his friend.
"I mean, Marilyn was great, at least during the early stages before
she started to drink so damn much, but Rosa . . . Rosa is great to talk
with, or just to sit quietly with. And sexually, Jesus! I mean we've
had sex in my place, every room; in the backseat of the Volvo like
teenagers; in the ladies room at a club . . ."

Laughing, Robert said, "Yeah I know about that one."

"Well we also had at it in her office and in a closet at the
hospital, but you know about that too," he added sheepishly.

His friend took a sip and smiled knowingly, "I just bet people can
smell all the strong, sexual activity went on in that broom closet. You
just became a celebrity in the workplace. You'll see. All the ladies
will be congregating around your office, waiting to get a look, or even
hoping for a date as soon as you return. The thing is . . . you will be
going back. It's best to shrug the whole thing off. Don't worry
about rumor or innuendo. Fuck it man, you took Rosa into a broom
closet. How does that compare to what you did back in the Navy?"

That brought a smile to Dutch's face. "Yeah, well, those nurses
were sex starved."

'You damn well made sure they went home with no hunger pangs,"
Robert laughed and held his empty glass up to catch the bartender's
attention.

As if speaking to himself, Dutch continued. "I've asked Rosa not to
wear a bra, you know? Jeez, her nipples are so . . ."

"You know Alice and I are looking forward to next Saturday."

Dutch slapped his forehead. "Jesus, I've forgotten all about her.
How the hell is she coping with all that's happened? Here I'm
acting like a miserable bastard, feeling sorry for myself. Shit, I got
off light, what's poor Rosa thinking? She had to have been totally
humiliated."

"Call her. Call her this minute," Robert said, his large black hand
pushing some change toward his friend. Dutch scooped up the change,
nodded his thanks and found the phone. He got a dial tone. 'Of
course,' he thought why would she be home?' Trying again he dialed
the office and Cynthia picked up.

"Sunshine Realty!" Her voice rang out with false sincerity.

"Cynthia, this is Dutch . . ."

"Ohhh, hi, I was just . . . thinking about you," she said and
squeezed her thighs together. "Any chance you'll be in the
neighborhood this afternoon?"

"Um, I've had some thoughts about you too, but right now I've got
kind of an emergency. I need to talk with Rosa. Do you know . . . I
mean, is she there?"

There was a pause as Cynthia wondered what was so important, but then
she reacted quickly. "No, she's not here, but let me give you her
cell phone number."

She answered on the fourth ring. "Hello?" Clearly this was not the
woman he had grown to know and love.

"It's me," he said, trying to add brightness to his tone that he
didn't feel.

"Oh," she said and her voice told him that she was happy to hear
from him. "How are you?" She asked quickly, "I . . . I left in
kind of a rush."

"I understand and can't say that I blame you. Now answer me this,
are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry Dutch . . . I had no idea . . ."

"It's all right Rosa. Everything worked out."

"You didn't get fired?"

"No, Doctor Van Sciver is a friend of mine. He's probably a better
friend than I deserve. He told the crowd to cool it and say nothing."

"He carries some weight at the hospital then?"

He laughed. "Some. He's Chief of Staff."

"Oh, my God! What kind of trouble are you in, Dutch?"

"He gave me a pair of his underwear and white slacks to wear."

"Shit, shit, shit!"

"All right, I'm on three days suspension. I'm still working, but
no more fooling around at the hospital. Now are you okay?"

"No, no, no. I mean yes . . . all right, no more broom closets."
And to his relief she giggled. "I'm fine. I had no inkling my
period was coming on, but it does explain why I was acting like a
nutcase."

They continued talking for a few more minutes, made a date for dinner
and ended the call with relieved smiles on both faces. He returned to
find Robert preparing to leave.
"Sorry Dutch, we have an engagement that really can't be avoided,
but how is she?"

"She's fine Robert, thanks for asking."

"Hey, we're buddies; I'm supposed to worry about you and
yours."

"Well, thanks . . ."

"You helped me out big time before my wedding. If there is anything
we can do for either one of you just say the word."

"Thanks again, but we're going to be fine. In fact we'll be
having dinner in an hour or so."

Robert clasped Dutch's hand in his. "That's great, just
wonderful. Now, speaking of dinner, about Saturday night, Alice and I
will understand if you two want to call it off . . . ."

Shaking his head negatively, Dutch responded, "I know, I know. It's
just that I wonder if she's ready for it. I want to be careful. She
means too much to me to screw this relationship up with a swinging
session before she's been prepared."

"All right," Robert conceded, "I agree with you, we'll take it
slow. I can keep Alice reined in if need be."

"Try," Dutch said, meaning it and not being sarcastic. "Now,
let's see, I believe I owe you a scotch."

"Next time, Dutch, I really have to run."

"All right, I'll let you know about dinner and please give Alice a
good fucking for me will ya?"

The big black man laughed heartedly and slapped him on the back, then
walked out. Dutch followed about five minutes later.

At dinner they acted like young lover's sitting with a chaperone.
Over a glass of Merlot, Dutch said, "We had a real scare today . .
." Her hand drifted into his lap and her finger lightly traced his
member along its length.

"Hey, you're out of commission remember?"

She pursed her lips and looked at him through smoky lidded eyes. "You
can put it up my ass if you want," she purred.

"Your place or mine," he said hoarsely.

Rosa gave his swollen cock a tender squeeze before answering. "My
office, Kathy will be home."

"What about my place?"

"No good. I prefer the office. Look at what happened there the other
day."

He pictured Cynthia nude astride him.

Reading his mind, she smiled and said, "She won't be there."

"Oh?"

"I've already called to check. She's gone home to her
vibrator."

"You're cruel," he smiled and caressed her cheek.

"A girl's got to look out for her interests."

"I guess," he said and stood up, his erection obvious to anyone
interested enough to look his way.


At the office, Rosa called out "Anyone here?" Then checked the
adjoining rooms before ushering Dutch inside. They were quite alone.

Rosa sat on the edge of her desk, licked her lower lip and asked,
"Want to get laid, sailor?"

He laughed, "Take a gander at my dick," he said, "I'm up for
it."

She looked and licked her lips again, "Ummm, so I see."

Dutch moved to her and caught Rosa off guard by stepping behind her.

"What?"

He placed both hands on her shoulders and massaged them for a moment
before dropping them to her ass. As he'd suspected, she wore no
underwear. He snuggled up against her luscious butt and pressed his
stiff cock into her crevice. She spread her legs as far as her skirt
would allow and placed her hands behind her, seeking to fondle his
cock.  Striving to remain calm and in control, Dutch rubbed his hardon
against her palms.

"Better raise your skirt, baby."

Rosa's hands went to her hem and tugged it up. Dutch stepped back and
while staring at her marvelous butt, slowly started to work on undoing
his zipper. Rosa's skirt was hung up around her waist and he took in
the taunt muscles of her ass.

Rosa loved this kind of sex play. She was so hot she couldn't believe
it. Her pussy was positively drooling, but she'd hung an out of order
sign on it mentally and meant to keep it that way.

Her nipples were painful, swollen and in need of attention. She heard
his slacks rustle as they fell to the floor.

"Kneel down, please," his voice sounded gruff and she quickly bent
her knees and sank down. Her face was now level with his thick member.
She wanted to reach out and pull his cock closer, she wanted more than
anything at the moment to suck the life out of him. She could smell his
arousal and found herself very close to coming just from his proximity.

Dutch began rubbing his hardon against her cheeks and lips and
forehead. She was shaking, trying to capture him in her mouth. And when
he pushed his cock against her lips, she gulped him in her mouth and
choked from his swollen size. Rosa pulled her face away and coughed a
few times, holding her hand up as if calling for a temporary halt to
the proceedings. Dutch waited patiently.

When she indicated she was ready to continue he held himself out to her
mouth and said, "No hands, just suck it for a while."
"I'm so sorry about this afternoon," she whispered, I just want the
chance to make it up to you."
"Uh-huh," he nodded slowly as she pressed her lips to his come-streaked
head.
Rosa closed her mouth around the head, massaging the shaft with her
fingers to pump out the first vestiges of precum. These she quickly
slurped up and then kissed her way down the shaft.
"You know I love this cock of yours," she said, her voice slurred
with desire then swathed it with her saliva. "Ummm, yeah, tastes so
sweet and when I do this . . ." her tongue laved around the lower
portion of his cock's crown.
"AHHH!" He groaned with pleasure.
"Oh, yeah," (suck - suck) "tastes sooo good."
And she meant it, too, he sensed she was incredibly hot, and debated
whether to come in her mouth or put it up her rearend as she'd asked.
His hands went to her hair, massaging her scalp as she sucked. His
prick was coated with her saliva and he gloried in the heat of her
mouth on him. He visualized her tongue as a snake, laving the knob of
his dick.
For her part, Rosa hoped she wasn't slobbering too much on him as she
slid back and forth without using her hands. She was at the point where
his thick member was thrusting against the very back of her throat. And
his hands in her hair pulled her mouth faster along his slick prick.
"Oh yeah, baby! Lick my balls," he moaned passionately as his cock
quivered under Rosa's talented tongue as she licked his twin sacks.
For variety sake she grabbed some of his pubic hair with her lips and
pulled. Dutch couldn't take any more of the teasing and grabbing his
member rubbed it back and forth against her face. Rosa's face was
slick with the saliva from his cock when he guided her lips back to it
and she swallowed him whole. Gradually she eased him out until her lips
were only sealed halfway down his length. Rosa made eye contact with
him again. Dutch could swear she was smiling, wickedly, as she slowly
drew her lips back along the length of his prick. Once her lips came to
the crown of his dick, she opened them wide again and thrust her head
forward, taking him deeper. Dutch lolled his head back and groaned as
she sucked back along his length again.

When Rosa pulled back again, she let his entire saliva-coated prick
spring free of her grasping lips. She kissed the tip of his penis and
then began planting kisses down the entire length of the underside.
Then her head was bobbing back and forth in earnest, concentrating on
making him come. Rosa's eyes were closed as she sucked back until
just the head of his cock was in her mouth, then her lips parted ever
so slightly and she thrust her head forward until he was more than
halfway in her mouth. When she stopped moving forward she would clamp
her lips about his shaft and repeat the motion. As she rocked back and
forth, sucking his cock, her generous breasts swayed from side to side
in time with the rhythmic motion of her mouth.

Suddenly Rosa tilted her head to the side and ran her tongue along the
underside of his massive prick. Dutch was compelled to draw in air
through his clenched teeth as she deftly nipped at the underside of the
crown and then quickly wrapped her lips around the tip.

He felt himself erupting; put his hands on the top of her head. He
sensed her gag reflex kick in as she deep throated him he willed
himself to be still. As he flexed his cock in her throat he felt her
throat flex back. Her lips remained tightly sealed around the base of
his cock as they both sank to the floor. For the first time in his life
Dutch lost track of time during sex. When he was aware of his
surroundings again, Rosa was sitting alongside him, running a hand
through his hair and murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. He skirt
was still bunched up around her waist and her hair was mussed.

"My turn," she said and laughed wickedly. He laughed raunchily with
her and she was pleased to see he was still hard.

"Lean over your desk, with your ass facing me," he said his voice
strained.

Rosa moved cat-like, her skirt still caught up around her waist. He
moved behind her and sank to his knees. Rosa groaned in anticipation as
he spread her knees apart. Dutch let a groan slip from his throat as he
looked at the forest of black pubic hair covering her lower cunt right
up between her ass and around her asshole. Visible only to a very
discerning eye was the string of her Tampax.

Slowly he spread her cheeks apart and tongued her until he had a furrow
of hair on either side of his tongue. Her cunt was slick with her
juices, there was also a musty, iodine like odor hanging in the air
which he found he was partial too. And he dug his tongue into her until
he touched the inserted tube.

Rosa couldn't help but tense up and when he inserted a thick finger
up her ass she lost control and panted, "I'm lubed up already. I
wanted you in my ass since I left the ladies room at the hospital."

"Nice trick," he whispered in her ear. "I kind of like it." And
then bit her on the ass.

Already highly excited, she let loose with a high pitched scream of
shock and pain. Then she was swept away in the throes of a powerful
orgasm as his tongue licked her asshole for the first time. Spreading
her cheeks apart with his thumbs, he thrust his tongue in and then out
of her ass causing Rosa to whimper quietly as she came again.

Fighting to maintain her composure she tried to speak forcefully, but
failed as the orgasm proved too strong to resist. She let it run its
course and then pleaded with him to fuck her.

"Where?" He asked.

"My ass, Christ I need it in my ass!"

Dutch wasted no time burying his cock in her. The initial penetration
wasn't much and he pulled it out and slapped her ass with his cock.

"Open it for me Rosa," he said softly and she couldn't get her
hands back there fast enough;
he placed his prick at her opening and she clenched her asshole trying
to capture him. Seeing this, Dutch didn't hesitate, but forced the
head into her.

There was a soft sucking sound and she moaned, "Oh yeah, fuck my
ass!"

Rosa went wild. The excitement in craving his meaty cock in her rectum
nearly overwhelmed her.

"More! Gimme more of that salami!" she wailed, already impatient
for another powerful release.

It was not his intention to tease her, but he withdrew and was met with
a series of curses from Rosa who needed his cock desperately. Her
entire being was throbbing with need. She wanted more, had to have more
-- and then he was inside her once again -- moving powerfully into her,
meeting little resistance. She quivered with excitement.

He backed up, then plunged into her and felt her sphincter tightened
against the very base of his prick and he was off, fucking her like a
man gone crazy.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

She woofed with each vigorous shove of his cock.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck MEEEEE!"

Rosa was coming and screaming as he continued pounding into her. He
ignored the impending cramps in his legs and kept fucking her.  His
legs gave out, but he was unrelenting in his repeated lunging as he was
forced to lie on top of her; her legs stretched out over the desk's
edge and when he felt her ass cheeks clench, they came together,
rolling off the desk in their maddening lust for one another.

After reassuring one another they were all right, Rosa kissed him and
after finding her voice, said
"Now that was fucking good."

"It sure was good. Let's get the hell out of here, I need a
drink."

And as they drove to the National Sports Grill on Orangethorpe Avenue,
he realized she had taught him something about women he hadn't
thought of before. He had always been puzzled by those times when a
woman said "no." Now he realized that women prefer the man to be
assertive; and then if they said no, it really meant no, and that if
they said yes, or nothing he was free to try or suggest anything,
anything at all. If he were not assertive then a series of mixed
signals about proceeding or stopping would ensue.

***

7:00 P.M. Kathy took the phone number from her purse. The woman's
name was Martha Bain and Kathy had been thinking about her daily ever
since the encounter in the school restroom. She and Peggy had gotten
worked up earlier that afternoon, but Peggy's mother, Ann had come
home early and interrupted them. Now her pussy seemed to be boiling
over. The woman had told her to call after eight. It was three minutes
after now. Kathy picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello?" It was a woman's voice.

"Martha?"

"Yes, would this by any chance be Kathy?"

"Uh huh."

"I'm pleased you called. I've thought about you."

"Me too."

"Would you be interested in getting together?"

"Yes, I would like too."

"Do you have a car?"

"No . . . not that I can use anyway."

"I don't want to scare you, but I know where you live. Why not walk
two blocks over to Norstrum Avenue and I'll pick you up?"

"Sounds good, how soon?"

Martha laughed, "My, we are horny aren't we?"

"I guess . . ." Kathy said lamely.

"Well darling I want you every bit as much as you want me. I'll be
driving a tan Dodge van. I can be there in ten minutes. Is that too
soon?"

"No, it's just right. I'm leaving now."

Martha put as much lewdness into her tone as she could and said, "I
can't wait to lick the honey from between those legs, Kathy. Love
ya."

Kathy looked around the house. Her mother was out with Dutch, but in
case she was out longer than she thought she left a short note for
Rosa, and hurried out the door.

True to her word, Martha was waiting for Kathy, rap-music playing
softly on the radio. Kathy hopped inside the van and looked at the
older woman.

"You know Kathy, when I came into the restroom I could actually smell
your sexuality."

Kathy glanced down at her hands, but said nothing. The age difference
was causing her to defer to Martha, at least for now.

I was already aroused. Maybe later I'll tell you why, but I'll tell
you this now I don't know what possessed me to open the door on you.
But when I did I was . . . almost overcome by the attraction to you. I
think you felt something like that for me too. Did you?"

"I . . . well, I was masturbating and at first I was shocked, you
know, that having been caught . . . well all those things ran through
my mind: expulsion, derision, parental knowledge, that kind of stuff.
So imagine my relief when you kissed me.

"So," Martha said, "have you ever been with a woman before?"

"A woman no, but I have a girlfriend my age. We . . . do things."

Martha turned into a wooded lane. It was a very secluded area east of
La Habra, a large green belt separated them from the nearest commercial
buildings about a half mile away.

Kathy closed her eyes in anticipation. She could feel Martha's warm
nervous breath against her face. She found herself tilting her head to
one side, almost instinctively as Martha brushed her hair out of the
way before tilting her head the opposite way.  Both women shut out all
the extraneous sounds around them except for the soft noises of their
mutually uneven breathing.

"I . . . I'm not sure that we should . . .someone might come along and
catch us," Kathy whispered nervously, opening her eyes just a little
to look into Martha's for reassurance, but found her finger placed
gently upon her lips.

"Shhh . . . " she whispered, "It's alright, we're safe here."

"You . . . you've been here before?"

"Yes and no one's ever come by."

Kathy closed my eyes for the second time and heard the sound of Martha
wetting her own full soft lips, just before pressing her lips tightly
against Kathy's.

When Martha pulled back ever so slightly Kathy felt a certain sense of
loss as their lips parted, and sighed contentedly when the touch
returned and was followed by the tip of Martha's tongue brushing a
gentle path over her lips for the briefest moment.

The woman's tongue sent an electric charge from Kathy's mouth to
her clit, and she actually jerked back in surprise.  Martha smiled
lovingly down at her and they kissed again. Kathy thought it felt so
good that she leaned back in a much more submissive posture, inviting
Martha to take things further.

Martha ran her fingers gently through Kathy's soft hair as Kathy's
tongue became active, licking and fencing with Martha's. The
woman's other hand roamed slowly down Kathy's spine, applying a
gentle but pleasurable pressure that brought chills to Kathy as they
continued the kiss.

As the pleasure built inside Kathy, she took twin handfuls of
Martha's hair and pressed her young lips tighter against the older
woman's while both tongues dueled lovingly. Holding one another
close, their hands explored each other's bodies. Martha squeezing
Kathy's bottom even as her tongue licked along Kathy's gums.

Kathy was lightly squeezing Martha's left breast, and caused the
woman to moan with pleasure. The teen felt her nipples harden as Martha
rubbed her chest against hers. Soon Martha's hands were under
Kathy's blouse. Kathy reflected on how warm her hands were and
clenched her thighs tightly together in anticipation of what was
coming.

Martha's palms rested on the underside of Kathy's breasts and the
teen shivered with the touch of Martha's fingertips on her perky
rubied nipples. At almost the same time, their tongues reluctantly slid
from each other's mouths, only to dart back and forth, barely making
contact
With the very tips of their tongues, exulting in the pure sensations
they caused.

Their sexual appetites grew and this time it was Kathy who took the
initiative, as her smallish hands caressed Martha's tennis muscled
thighs and gave her knee a gentle squeeze.

"That's nice," whispered Martha, as she glanced in the rearview mirror
ensuring no one was approaching.

"And so are your legs," Kathy giggled and blushed just as Martha leaned
in to kiss her again.

Martha moved Kathy's hair to one side, revealing her ear. Then she
ran her tongue across and into her ear. The teen gasped at this
sensation and dug her fingers into Martha's thigh. Martha's tongue
continued on its mission, licking a trail along her neck and suddenly
switching to little sucking kisses that led a path back to Kathy's
waiting open mouth.

And as Kathy sighed contentedly, Martha squeezed her right nipple
between her fingers.

"OH!"  Kathy gasped, loving the sensation of the others hands upon her
tit.

"Don't stop that!"

"You have such nice ripe nipples. Has anyone ever sucked on them?"

"Ummm . . ."

"I understand you and your friend have fooled around some in that
area, eh?"

" . . . yeah," she gasped trying to catch her breath. For the touch
was causing her pussy to clench. Kathy could swear she felt her
clitoris rubbing against her panties and realized she was very close to
coming hard.

"Might be coming . . ." she panted.

"Well," Martha laughed, "It doesn't take much to get you off
does it?

Kathy giggled, "Don't you want me too?"

"Oh, yeah, very much so. Over and over and over, in fact."

Kathy was wriggling out of her blouse as Martha unhooked her bra
allowing Kathy's generous breasts to spill out into the open.

"Beautiful," Martha said with great admiration. Kathy's youthful
breasts stood straight out, topped by small, hardened ruby red nipples
that to Martha were more captivating than hers could ever be. Martha
playfully nipped at them as Kathy squirmed under her.

"Let's see yours," Kathy whispered.

Martha pulled her sweater over her head, brushed her hair back into
place and unhooked and removed her bra, tossing it over the front seat
of the van.

"You're very nice yourself, Kathy whispered again and ran her
finger in a circle around Martha's aureole.

"Kiss them for me," Martha said and was surprised at how quickly
Kathy's head darted down and engulfed her left nipple. Martha began
to squirm under Kathy's expert ministrations and forced herself to
lie back against the seat and let the young girl do her thing.

"Oh, Kathy, I want you so!" Martha groaned and dug her hands into
the young girl's hair. But the sensations of Kathy's sucking and
chewing on her nipple prevented Martha from even moving a finger.
Minutes passed before Kathy finished paying homage to both nipples and
by that time Martha was able to respond of her own accord and let her
hand wander across Kathy's stomach, searching for the zipper that
held her slacks up, finding it and pulling it down and eased them off.
Kathy wore a pair of cotton panties that did not deter Martha's hand
one iota. She could feel the light thatch of pubic hair adorning
Kathy's mons.
"Is this to your liking?"

Gasping for breath, Kathy managed a weak, "yes."

Martha reached out with her free hand and pulled Kathy's mouth onto
hers, sliding her tongue forcefully into the girls eager mouth. At the
same time a long, well manicured finger on her other hand slithered
along Kathy's labia and induced the orgasm that had been laying in
wait.

"OH! I . . . I . . . OHHHHH!"

Martha quickly moved her head downward and applied her mouth to
Kathy's moist cunt.
The teen exploded in a series of rapid orgasms and lost control of her
body as it jerked and writhed as if on puppet strings.

When Kathy recovered her senses, Martha lay nude next to her.

"That was wonderful," Kathy said, her voice was husky and her eyes
heavy lidded with lust.
"She propped herself up on her elbows and admired Martha's naked
form. "You have such a lovely body Martha."

"Not anywhere as nice as yours lamb chop."

"You say the nicest things . . . and all the time."

Martha moved her leg to the side affording Kathy a clear view of her
pussy. The teen needed no further inducement and made her way down
Martha's parted leg, and up the other as Martha trembled with
ecstasy.

"Ready or not here you come," she giggled at her joke, then ran the
tip of her tongue along Martha's inner thigh. Just before closing her
mouth over Martha's cunt she reached up and grasped Martha's right
nipple and twisted it hard.

The older woman groaned, first at the sudden pain, then at the
exquisite sensation following, but before Martha could adequately
relate to the sensations Kathy's tongue delved into her steaming
snatch and sent Martha racing into her orgasm.

"MY GOD! OH MYGOD!" Burst from her lips before she was transported
into a nether world of ecstasy.

Kathy was relentless, carefully poking and prodding at the woman's
wide-open hole. Ignoring or reveling in the other woman's shuddering,
quivering body. Kathy opened her eyes and saw Martha's swollen clit
emerge from its hiding place. Lightning like, she flicked her tongue
over it, and then gave it a huge suck. Martha screamed at the top of
her lungs and climaxed again. This time the juices spurted from her
cunt and covered Kathy's chin and nose. Kathy unnerved by the
screams deserted her cunt and kissed her on the mouth, partly in lust
and partly to absorb the noise of her screams. The kiss continued as
they clenched arms around each other until Martha's violent climax
abated.

"Martha?"

"Yes, Kathy?"

"Are you married?"

"Yes, I am."

"Why are you here with me?"

"It's along story," she replied, her hand caressing Kathy's
breast. "Suffice it to say the love . . . any love that there was
between us, well it dissolved over the years."
Martha began to cry. Kathy wiped the tears away as they fell and Martha
was moved by her tenderness. "You're so sweet . . ."

"Why were you at school the other day?" Kathy sensed a mystery here
and aimed to solve it.

"You have an inquiring mind I see," Martha said and sniffed, she
had stopped crying. "I was called in by the principal. My daughter .
. . Marlene has been cutting class and . . . I learned she's been
acting like a little slut, fornicating with a group of boys, doing
drugs and making porno movies. I had just watched a film with her in it
when I rushed to the ladies room. I thought I was going to throw up,
but when I got inside I smelled you and . . . you know the rest of the
story."

"I have to be getting home, Martha," she said cautiously, testing
the other woman's resolve.

Martha immediately agreed and they got dressed. They checked one
another to make sure they could pass a casual inspection and then
Martha started the vans engine.

"So what have you done about your daughter? Kathy knew Marlene in
passing, a pretty, petite blonde with a great ass and small perky tits.
'Boy crazy,' she thought, 'really bonkers over their cocks.'

"She's grounded, possibly forever," and she laughed at the
thought of what she's said. "No, no forever, but I haven't told
her father and that has helped some. I mean, she's behaving herself
and might even regret her actions. She's so young. Her whole future
is ahead of her. The films been confiscated, destroyed even, so her
record isn't blemished. But I don't know what to do with her. If
she starts up again . . ."

"Maybe I can talk some sense into her," Kathy offered.

"Would you do that?"

"I can try. She knows I'm a virgin."

Martha laughed at that. "Not quite," she said kindly and touched
Kathy's face with her fingertips.

"You know what I mean. No one knows about Peggy and me . . . oops . .
."

"Your secret's safe with me. Tell me, will I see you again?"

"Why not? I loved being with you tonight. I wish it would never end,
but . . ."

"But is right, I have to get home too. I want you to know that
you've made me a happy woman and a very satisfied one too. I can't
count the number of times I got off."

"Me neither," Kathy grinned and at the same time Martha put the van
in gear and eventually dropped Kathy off several blocks from home. She
was home an hour before Rosa came home.


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was, or any other comments you may have.  Writing these stories takes
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