The Engines of Desire

In the progression of our lives we tend to think the wildest of times, and most sexually adventurous, are those years that come before twenty-five, but as I write this I realize that the most exciting chapters in my sexual exploration are just beginning. In the paragraphs that follow I will try to share the experiences and feelings of a woman who thought her sexuality was certain, but has come to realize that what you are destined to love, and what may give you the greatest thrill are not always the same. This story deals with my passion and my obsession and how they collided into new levels of ecstasy. If I have not mentioned it in my previous writings, I should say now, that all names have been changed to preserve the freedom of future adventures.

I awoke to dim lights flashing around me as they flew by the windows. The gentle surging of the car, that had so affectively rocked me to sleep, now brought me fully awake. The train’s wheels made a rumbling clacking on the rails below our cabin as we hurled into the night. The urges were overcoming me and I wanted it so bad. Should I risk ever attempting it again? The aching need snuffed out any cautious inhibitions in me. Time and again I had thought it could happen, only to realize it was only my private reality, an empty, private reality. It was like watching a movie about skydiving and thinking the rush was the same as if I had actually jumped. Just a few feet away, he lay; was this going to just slip away into my imagination again or could I make it real? In desperation, and without a parachute, I jumped.

I moved across the floor to his bedside. My mind cleared as my determination sealed my fate. I lifted the blanket and like a bull in a china shop I grabbed his briefs and pulled them down. I closed my lips around the center of all my burning cravings, and through pure will power, made it real. The rocking of the train synchronized with my body and assisted my motions. The surging of a locomotive engine and my actions blended together as the forward momentum increased toward that final destination in the darkness.

I stirred a bit and awoke with lonely darkness all around me. There was the sound of a train, but it was one of the freight trains that regularly rumbled near my home.

Fuck! I had thrown all of my willpower into making it real and it was still just a dream. Like the real train engine, my secret desires had been sneaking into my dreams more as of late, but this was the most intense it had been, leaving my heart racing and my mind in a fever of aching lust. I laid my head back on the pillow while my hand uncontrollably moved between my legs to relieve the burning need. Thinking of it, I came, but when the sexual energy was relieved, as always, I thought of loving Cindy instead.

Despite the fact that I have always been a lesbian, a couple of years ago I had finally tried something that I had been insatiably curious about for more than two decades. Now that small taste of extreme, unbridled lust was consuming me like a fever taking my body and mind after a brief exposure to the source of infection. I had always wanted to suck Eric, but took half a lifetime to do it because he was my best friend, and because it defied my sexuality. It took me every one of those twenty years to work up the guts to ask my friend if I could give him that blowjob, and it took some time on his part for it to finally happen. I wanted nothing more, and expected nothing else, than what had happened. It was the only heterosexual act I ever desired, and he only person I ever imagined performing it on, but anything more with my friend, was beyond my comprehension.

I am not sure what I had expected. Perhaps I thought that once I confronted this desire I would just forget it. It would not be that easy, it was simply too powerful for my mind to release it. I have never had an addiction, I have heard the descriptions of it from drug attics, or alcoholics, and I think I could understand or identify with the urges.

No man would ever touch me in any other way, but the extreme power and allure of this one act was more than I could resist. Since the dawn of time the male sexual organ has held an aura of duality, something that held both revered power and an unclean, illicit stigma at the same time. Unlike a woman’s vagina, which is the blessed avenue of birth, this unwholesome object was meant for that one unmentionable act leading to birth. It is the quintessential symbol of the purely sexual act. From this very aspect anything that focuses exclusively upon it is the extreme of erotic intensity, and it boldly challenges all propriety to engage it in those other ways.

For one person to take that impure extremity of another into their mouth is an exhilarating level of depravity. What intense anticipation would grip a man the moment another’s descent indicated that somebody might actually take that part of them into where only the cleanest of things are ever accepted? But to be so wonton as to duplicate the motion of fucking with ones head, while the male experiences the abnormal sensation of simply laying back to receive the thrusts so subserviently given, is even more than depraved. And the defiant nature of continuing that motion in substituting ones mouth for the unspeakable bodily function of the vagina, stirs the imagination with its decadence. It is against nature and all decency, and thus stimulates something primal in all of us.

To have the man feel the continuing actions, knowing the consequences of that motion, and wonder how far his partner will take it, is unthinkable and pulse quickening. When a male feels his ejaculation is eminent, and his organ longs to be buried deep between a woman’s legs, but is being worked by her lips and tongue instead, does he dare to think the unthinkable? In just a second his most personal fluids will erupt from his aching shaft, but another still has their mouth around it! In that instant it becomes obvious that the other person is willingly going allow the unthinkable to happen; that man will feel another person’s mouth around his cock as it expels the streams, and then behold the most unholy act of that person swallowing that which was meant for the inside of a woman in the sacred act of procreation. Is it not the most wicked of debauchery to taste the most abject of forbidden things?

Because this one act was so illicit, it was the most erotically powerful thing I could imagine. Wine is the reserved and subtle result of commonly occurring natural processes. Distilled spirits are the essence that affects us in that naturally restrained drink unnaturally concentrated into an all-powerful intoxicating liquor. For all the quiet evenings of your life there is wine, but if a shameless, exhilarating high is what you seek, soon nothing will rival the intensity of that concentrated earthy elixir as your drug of choice.

Like a drug, feeling Eric’s orgasm in my mouth was simply the most powerful sexual experience I have ever had. It was not tender and sweet like the natural feeling I had with Cindy, it was extraordinarily intense. The rush that it had brought was unlike anything I had ever tried. It was not just sex; it was concentrated, raw, sexual power that pushed my adrenalin higher than it had ever been. Now, like a junky, I had a need for that intense rush. With Cindy, I got off from the intense warmth and emotions connected with being with her. But this one act with his dick was not warm; it was scorching hot, with the only thing resembling emotions being pure, sexual, urges driving it on towards the inevitable.

After that night three years ago, at first we had dealt with the subject well, but after he moved away and got married we loss all opportunity to have the same frankness and openness of private discussion we used to enjoy. When there was finally the opportunity to get together we never had time for deeper conversations, and most of our talk fell into the polite formalities of acquaintances rather than best friends. By the time he had moved back to town we had a lot of catching up to do, and now he was somebody’s husband, not my same old, single friend that was free to do or say whatever he pleased.

Of course I wanted to ask him if he had ever thought about it, or would entertain it a second time, but more than this I hoped to at least broach the subject so that I could have somebody to talk to about my fascination. I looked to him for this aspect as well; he was the only one in the world who knew of this secret obsession, the only one who could know, so I had little choice in someone I could talk to about it.

How much had his marriage changed all of the rules on us? Could we still comfortably discuss such things? There had been times when conversation had gotten personal and I agonized over each possible opportunity to bring it up again, but always stopped short and let it go. He knew he could always talk to me about it anytime he wanted, so why not leave it to him? It may not have been a concern for him at all, but he had no idea how it had stayed with me, and how much it had consumed me since. I certainly couldn’t be offended or bothered by the topic, only he could; so the ball was in his court, and he would have made it so much easier if he just would have brought it up himself.

Then, one night, the opportunity did present itself in a rare occasion that we had an evening to spare and we ended up spending it in our favorite old spot on the back knoll of the park. With a six-pack between us, and a few lazy hours, we managed to get back to the old days. We talked about many things, but eventually got around to our home lives and then more personal related topics. In typical married man fashion he bemoaned the fact that Amber had been very sexual until shortly after the honeymoon, but had since slacked off in her “wifely duties”. I had always wondered if this really was the inevitable state of marriage or if men just could never get “enough” sex. The way he described it, and the consistency with which he had mentioned it before, made me believe that this guy really was not getting the relief he needed. I had known him my entire life and he was one male that I knew was not cut out for celibacy of any kind, it made me wonder if some other woman wasn’t going to get lucky eventually.

To add to his misery I shared increasingly more intimate details of my sex life. Looking back, this was probably cruel of me, considering how potent an aphrodisiac the thought of two women together can be to the typical male mind. Here was this poor guy with neglected, blue-balls being fed scenes of the ultimate male fantasy!

Eventually he just shook his head. “Well good for you, there are days I could just use some relief outside of my hand!”

I hesitated but finally spoke, “I have been trying to find a way to let you know that if you ever need it, I wouldn’t mind at all to help you out with that.”

Eric took a drink of his beer; leaned on one elbow and looked toward the grass before replying.

“First of all, I am married now, and we had this discussion before. You’re my best friend, I just can’t picture you in that way and if I was going to have sex with somebody besides Amber, I would at least want to be sexually aroused by my partner.”

“Whoa there, don’t flatter yourself! I would still rather eat worms than kiss you!” I said with a smile, yet no less seriously. “And I ain’t letting you or any other guy touch me! All I was talking about was a blowjob.”

“What, I’m not good enough for you?” He joked.

We both laughed for a second, but then I returned to it.

“I am serious about that though. If you ever need some relief without jeopardizing your marriage with some dumb-assed affair, I would be more than willing to help you out. To me it is no different than if you leaned back and got a thorn in your back right now. I would pull it out for you and tend the wound, without us being involved in any way or going steady. It wouldn’t mean anything more than just one friend helping out another.”

“Oh come on, and what about you Androcles? Isn’t a blowjob a bit more two sided than pulling out a thorn?” He asked with a smile.

“Well to be honest that is what I am really talking about here. I should have satisfied my curiosity, but since that night three years ago I have not been able to get it out of my mind. And I don’t mean you! I mean it! You egotistical prick!” I jokingly asserted. “I am still totally into women, but that blowjob was the most erotic thing I have ever done. It is the only thing I ever want with a dick, and yours is the only one I could do it with. I thought my heart was going to stay in my throat after your dick was there, and I would love to feel that rush again if you would let me. So let’s face it, you would be doing me the favor, while getting some relief in the bargain. Like you said, it has got to be better than your own hand!”

He was silent as he continued to listen and absorb was I was telling him.

“You said you couldn’t even get it up, but you did, and I think you got off from it quite well. I believe that if you are really honest it was probably one of the most intense sensations you have had also. For the puritans that think the missionary position is all that is acceptable, a blowjob is absolutely wicked.”

“But I am no puritan!” He interrupted.

“Yes, but pushing boundaries is always more of a rush. Why do you enjoy hearing about two women together? It is eroticism triumphing over the established taboos. You get turned on imagining two women so fucking horny that all notions of propriety about whose body should give them pleasure is thrown out the window. I think you may be onto something when you point out your actual relationship to me. Have you ever wondered why there would be anything erotic about an incestuous story? I know you could never think about your sister that way, but you had somebody who was almost the equivalent sucking your dick. It was like sneaking behind the barn with your cousin to play doctor when you were a kid, constantly looking over your shoulder with your heart in your throat. It was the fact that I was not the person that was supposed to be between your legs, sucking on it, that made it so exciting. And knowing nothing more was going to become of it allowed you to fully explore the pure sensations of just that forbidden blowjob.”

I paused for a second to let it sink in before adding, “And I think I my have had something that perhaps none of your other blowjob partners had.”

“And what would that be?” He skeptically asked.

“My enthusiasm,” I answered. “I actually wanted it more than you! How many times has that happened to you? That enthusiasm made me go out of my way to make it feel better. We have created a unique situation here, where the one giving the blowjob is grateful for the favor of being allowed to do it.”

“OK, so you give one of the best blowjobs I have ever had, but I am still married. Sorry.” He reaffirmed.

The sun was setting on our day and the beer was gone anyhow.

It was on a Tuesday night that I was going to take a bath and just relax with a book, when the weather report called for rain. I had left the lawn mower outside in hopes of finishing the yard quick in the morning, so I had to take time to go out and put things under cover. It was quite dark so it took me a moment to find the mower and begin to push it around the house, then I was startled by a man running up the trail from the park and into my back yard. As he neared the corner of my house I recognized his outline.

“Eric,” I calmly said to get his attention.

He stopped and turned, panting as he approached.

“What are you doing, running from the cops?” I asked with a smile.

“I have felt a bit out of shape lately, so I have started running.”

Eric is the only person I know that would run in jeans and a T-shirt. If he wasn’t dressed for business he was in jeans and a T-shirt. The thought of him in a jogging suit was just absurd.

He continued, “I run across the park, which is enough to give me a real workout, but things are a little overgrown and wet to go out the north trail so the only way to is to cut short in the park and come this way. Of all the houses along here I knew yours had a trail I could use and not bother the owner. I hope it is alright?”

“No, that’s fine. I am glad I am moving the mower, you could bust your ass out here in the dark.”

I found it strange that he would even ask. Had we grown that distant that he wouldn’t know that?

“I am dragging behind a bit tonight, I found that I really need to get here and across the tracks on the other side of your road a half an hour before the train comes through at ten, or I have to wait and then deal with more traffic on the side streets because of it,” he explained.

Then I heard the blast of the train’s horn and realized I had probably caused him to miss his opening. The sound of the engine brought memories of my dreams, and I entertained thoughts of taking that plunge, but reality required far more courage.

“It looks like you are going to miss the train tonight,” I pointed out.

“This is the second night I got started too late. Then I either wait it out or turn and run up your street,” he said.

“Do you want me to leave a cold beer on the picnic table for when you need to wait?” I asked.

“Right, that would be good for me to keep in shape while running!” he replied. “If I was to stop and have a beer, then just make sure not to pull your curtains.”

This comment startled me on several levels. I knew he was just having fun, but why would he care to see me? Then I realized I was not always alone!

“I didn’t beat the train last Friday either,” he said with a grin and then waited for it to sink in.

“And what did you see?” I asked.

“Cindy Beckwith,” he answered. “I never would have suspected you and Cindy!”

I simply smirked as my eyes closed and then reopened facing the house.

“Did you like what you saw?” I asked while still turned.

“Just about every guy in town probably strokes off thinking of her!” he speculated. “The irony of that is too good, you know.”

“Was Friday the first time you knew?” I asked.

“It was the first time I had to stop and have a good look,” he confessed. “Normally your lights are not on or the curtain is pulled, otherwise I would have stopped in to say hello quick.”

“I am not sure if I should close my drapes or keep them open in the future,” I said with a sinister grin.

“Well, as long as you leave the beer,” he returned with a laugh.

We chatted for a few more minutes until he needed to finish his run to get home on schedule. While I pushed the lawnmower around the back of the house, I self-consciously looked at the windows overlooking the back deck.

The next night I closed my curtains and left a beer setting on the railing of the deck outside my bedroom window, but in the morning it was still there. I continued to leave a cold one until three days later when I found an empty bottle with a quick note written on scrap paper that said “thanks!” Then I realized that it had been a Friday night, Cindy had been there and the curtains were open. He was either entirely on schedule the other nights or too intent on running to stop for a beer, unless there was a greater distraction.

I began to watch for him and track his schedule. I didn’t need to leave anything for him to drink on the other nights since he was always through my yard at 9:30, I could set my clock by it, but some nights he had an incentive to miss that train and have the beer. I wondered why it did not bother me that he had been enjoying his voyeuristic activities at my window. I knew it was not me that drew him there, and with Cindy I couldn’t blame him for enjoying the view. When I was honest with myself, I realized I was keeping my curtains open on purpose, much the same way I would tell him about my sex life, and amuse myself with his agitation. When thinking of his forbidden, extramarital arousal, and the relief he most likely was not getting from it; my own relentless, secret desires began to drive my selfish thoughts.

“Uh, alright,” I answered, a little surprised that after degrading her and speaking so rudely to her he would be concerned about me blowing my wad in her mouth.

“Ejaculate in her face,” he said coldly.

“Huh?”

“When you feel you are about to orgasm, pull yourself out of her mouth and ejaculate all over her face,” he chuckled softly. “It’s one of my… our favorite things.”

“Remember now,” he whispered in my ear just before he let me in. “She’s yours. Say whatever you want to her. Do what you want and however you want to do it. Had any lifelong fantasies? Do it. Trust me, she is just as aroused as you are, if not more so. And if you actually happen to do something she’s not interested in, Aiko is familiar with the word no. Never heard her use it though!” he said with a laugh as the door swung open.

Aiko was standing in the middle of the spacious bedroom with her eyes down.

“I’ll join you two presently,” Professor Richard said as he closed the door behind me.

4. Aiko.

Aiko had changed from her french maid’s outfit and was now wearing a long black gown that looked like it was made of silk. Her jet black hair was no longer pulled up in a bun but instead fell down over her shoulders. I walked over toward her and stood there lamely, about six feet away from her.

“Professor Richard said he would be right back,” I said when Aiko raised her eyes, and she nodded with a tense little smile.

“Uh… are you all right with this?” I asked as my curiousity got the best of me. “You don’t seem…”

“I am most happy with the arrangement Kenneth,” Aiko said shyly. “I am also very happy that you chose to stay and be with me. I was afraid you would find me unsatisfactory, or too old.”

“Are you kidding?” I asked in disbelief. “You’re an absolutely beautiful woman and you don’t look anything close to your age. I just don’t understand what you get out of being treated like this.”

“Pleasure can be found in many ways,” Aiko said while keeping her eye peeled toward the door for Professor Richard’s return, almost like she wasn’t supposed to be speaking to me. “You will discover this as you grow older. Please believe me when I say that everything that happens goes on with my blessing and approval.”

“Okay then.” I conceeded.

“And everything that he said about me is true,” Aiko added. “I am here for your pleasure as well as Professor Richard’s. And my own.”

“What am I supposed to do now?”

“When Professor Richard returns I will take you over there and bathe you,” Aiko said while nodding in the direction of the freestanding tub that stood in the corner of the room. “There I will dry you and then you are free to do as you wish.”

“But how… what do you like to do?” I asked.

“Everything,” Aiko whispered. “And I am very excited that he chose you, because you are a very handsome young man.”

At that the Professor walked in, wearing a long black robe very similar to Aiko’s. Now everyone was very comfortable except me. I was fully dressed and completely nervous as Professor Richard went over near the tub and sat in a nearby chair. Aiko took me by the hand and led me over to the bathtub, where she unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt before pulling it over my head.

“Nice. So smooth,” Aiko said as she ran her hands over my scrawny hairless chest, and I made a mental note that I should hit the gym and work out a little.

I hoped she couldn’t tell how nervous I was, not only because of the bizarre circumstances occuring here, but the Professor’s glare always made me shrink a bit, and was now doing the same thing in a rather important area.

My pecker was trying to shrink back into me because I was so scared, and as my limp dick was a heck of a lot less impressive that my full blown erection this was cause for concern. What if I couldn’t get it up? That thought had never crossed my mind before now, but this was so different in so many ways!

Aiko was now kneeling before me and undoing my belt, and after it came loose a flick of the clasp sent my Dockers straight to the floor. Aiko’s fingers reached under the elastic off my underwear and slowly tugged them down.

I felt the cool air hit my genitals, and as I peeked over to the Professor I could see by the look on his face that he was none too impressed by the little tube dangling between my legs. Even my nut sack had shriveled from the stress, and I was glad that Aiko had gotten my socks off quickly and was now helping me into the tub.

To my great relief the water was quite warm, and as I settled into the soothing waters I began to relax. I had to just forget that Professor Richard was in the room and everything would be alright.

Aiko stepped back from the tub and let her robe slide off her shoulders, and I immediately forgot all about anyone else watching us. I had already seen most of Aiko during the earlier part of the evening, but the sight of the complete package was breathtaking.

Aiko’s tiny breasts, flat and tight stomach and hairless cleft made my cock rise in the water almost immediately. She knelt beside me and squeezed a sponge above me, letting the warm water cascade over my shoulders and neck.

For the next few minutes, Aiko treated me to the most magnificent bathing experience imaginable. She delicately massaged my shoulders, washing my back and under my arms. As she brought the soap down under the water line, her hands bumped into my cock, which was rock hard.

“Oooooh,” Aiko said as her hand ran up and down the length of my cock, and I squirmed as a result.

“Everything alright?” Professor Richard inquired, no doubt as a result of a little splashing that was going on.

“Very much so,” Aiko replied, and blushed as she went back to bathing me.

Her fingers worked over my balls and even lower. I squirmed some more as she startled me by inserting a finger into my anus and worked it around for a minute. After that she motioned for me to get up, and as I did I had a lot more confidence that I had earlier.

“Good heavens man!” Professor Richard muttered as my erection came into view, swaying lazily in front of me as I stood up.

My cock is a little strange, because for whatever reason my little wrinkled dick has a whole lot of stretch to it. So much so that it never fails to get the attention of the young ladies that allow me to become familiar with them. Suffice to say that if it were half as long and twice as thick, it would be pretty much average.

It starts out pretty thick at the base but tapers as it reaches the tip, with the head of my cock ending up not much larger than a gum drop. It’s been called a spear by one disgruntled ex, but most have enjoyed it, and to be perfectly frank it gets me laid a lot more than a more normal-sized one would.

It looks even more outrageous when you take into account the fact that it’s attached to my meek 5′6″ 120 frame. Add on the equally oversized scrotum dangling between my skinny legs, my boyish features and the almost hairless (to my never ending embarrassment) body and it looks like I was put together with various spare parts.

Aiko smiled at me as she dried my chest and shoulders, and my cock scraped against her hip as she worked the towel over me.

“Are you pleased with Kenneth, Aiko?” Professor Richard asked from the shadows as he watched Aiko come back around me to dry my back. This afforded him a better view of my cock as she moved, and I enjoyed imagining him shaking his head at my bobbing boner.

“Very much Professor Richard,” Aiko said as she dried my thighs. “Thank you so much.”

“Thing must be a foot long if it’s an inch,” He muttured. “Have to admit that when I first saw your equipment, I thought that you had been oversold. Quite my mistake there.”

I felt Aiko trying to spread my thighs, so I tried to accommodate by doing it for her. Her finger burrowed back into my ass, this time with the towel, which gave me a new slant on cleanliness.

“Kenneth’s body is beautiful,” Aiko said as she finished drying me. “I have never before had the pleasure of being with a young man who was so wonderfully endowed before.”

As much as I liked thse heady words of praise, it occured to me that I was supposed to be running the show here, and I didn’t want to screw up the Professor’s show. I grabbed the back of Aiko’s head and with a handful of hair walked her over toward the bed.

“Enough of this talk,” I said in my best tough guy tone, which frankly wasn’t much. “I’ve heard you know how to suck cock, so why don’t you shut up and start sucking!”

I peeked over at Professor Richard, who seemed delighted with both my dialogue and actions, and he walked around the room parallel with us and found a chair on the other side of the bed. He was back in the dark again, and the bed and the immediate area around it were bathed in light from the lamp. Sort of like being on a stage.

I pushed Aiko gently down on her knees by the bed and pulled her head close to me. I really didn’t have to pull, as Aiko had my cock in her hands the second her knees hit the rug. My hands ran through her silky soft black hair as her lips slid around the head of my cock.

“Suck it! Take it deep! Take it all!” I commanded, and Aiko’s mouth slid down the shaft, her tongue doing magical things as she bobbed up and down. I knew she couldn’t take it all, but she was going down on a lot more of it than I was used to. After a minute of this I realized that Aiko could indeed suck cock and that I wouldn’t last long at this rate, so I pulled my dick out of her mouth.

“Work on my balls,” I told her as I lifted my cock and exposed my dangling nut sack.

Aiko grabbed underneath my balls and pulled them forward, sucking on them alternately while her hand squeezed from below. I took my cock and laid it on top of Aiko’s head, and the silky feel of her hair was incredible, as was the look of my pale cock resting on that shimmering black scalp.

After sucking excitedly on my nuts for a while, Aiko’s lips worked their way back up to my cock, but before she could go back to work on it I pulled it out of her mouth.

“Who told you to stop sucking my balls?” I barked, and slapped Aiko lightly on the cheek with my dick.

A satisfied grunt from the darkness gave me the confidence to repeat the act on the other cheek, and I grabbed the back of Aiko’s head and pulled it down between my legs. Aiko obediently took the left egg in mouth and rolled it around while I groaned with pleasure, and then moaned again when Aiko went to the right nut.

“All right, that’s enough of that,” I informed Aiko and waved my erection in front of her face while holding the head back out of reach. “I’ll let you go back to sucking my cock, but I don’t want any more of this going half way down on it. Now I want you going all the way down on it, all the way down to my balls.”

“Kenneth, I don’t think that I can,” Aiko said as she looked up at me in what I hoped was fake horror. “Your manhood is so big… it is far too long for me do that.”

“I don’t recall asking you to do it,” I said. “I told you to do it. I don’t care if you choke to death on it, but I want your nose buried in my pubes and my nuts bouncing off your chin, and I want every inch of my cock in your mouth and I want it now, or else!”

While I had no clue what that meant, I brought the tip of my cock to Aiko’s lips. Aiko’s painted red lips part and she began nibbling and licking the little acorn before sliding her lips up and down the shaft. With each bob of her head, she took more and more of me inside. I fully expected her to stop 2/3 of the way down, and then I would pretend to be mad and play it by ear, but that didn’t happen.

As I looked down in amazement, Aiko raised up a little bit to likely accommodate the slight upward curve of my cock, and began going further and further down. Soon I could feel the tip of my dick rubbing against the back of her throat and although Aiko made slight gagging sounds she did not stop.

Instead she thrust deeper down on me, almost forcing her mouth down until her nose was nestled in the little tuft of hair and her lips were clamped around the very base of my cock.

“Arrrghhh!” I howled as Aiko seemed to be trying to swallow my cock whole. Her lips no longer moved up and down but what she was doing to me defied description. My cock throbbed from the force of Aiko sucking on it, and I could feel her almost trying to siphon an orgasm from me. I withstood it as long as I could because it felt so amazing, but I was losing the battle.

Remembering Professor Richard’s request, I slowly pulled my cock from Aiko’s mouth. Aiko seemed to resist my effort as she continued to suck on me crazily with her lips tightly wrapped around my glistening spear every inch of the way, until it finally popped out.

“That was more like it,” I said as I took my cock in my fist and stroked it a couple of times. “A good cocksucker like you deserves a reward.”

Aiko seemed to know what was about to happen and so she knelt in front of me and braced herself. My orgasm came very fast, and I wasn’t sure how to do this properly, never having tried this before. Besides, the force of my orgasm was fogging my mind and vision, but I did my best to hit the target.

The first spurt of cum erupted across Aiko’s left cheek so I leaned closer to her, and the succeeding blasts sprayed all over her face. Aiko’s eyes were squinting and almost closed while she rocked on her heels as if in a trance, as cum squirted all over her face and neck.

I coninued to pound away at my cock with my fist while it kept blasting away, and by the time it finally stopped, Aiko’s face was dripping with my cum. She looked like a human Christmas tree with semen for garland, and in a perverse way I was mighty pleased with myself.

“Now see if you can get any more out of it,” I told Aiko as I first leaned her face over so that Professor Richard could get a good look at my masterpiece, and then pulled it back over so she could suck on my cock some more.

Aiko’s lips sliding down my slowly deflating cock made my entire body shiver, and as Aiko dutifully sucked and licked my dick clean, I tried to think about what I should do next.

5. Over to the bed.

While my dick completely withered away in Aiko’s mouth I looked over into the darkness for advice from Professor Richard, but he might as well not have been there as the aroma of his pipe was the only evidence of his presence.

“Stand up and let me get a good look at you,” I said as I pulled Aiko to her feet, and close up the dripping face looked even more messy than it had. “Let’s get some of that cum off you so I can see your face.”

I scooped some cum off her chin and massaged it into Aiko’s breasts, and her body quaked as my palms ran across her nipples.

“Maybe this will make these puny things grow a little,” I said while feeling bad about saying that, but trying to make them both happy. The last thing I wanted to do was to see Aiko’s little treasures grow, because they were beautiful just the way they were.

I pinched her nipples a little bit and Aiko let out a little cry. It didn’t sound like a cry of pain so I did it again, and Aiko made the same sound.

“That hurt?” I asked and Aiko shook her head no briskly, so I pinched them again.

“You like that?” I asked and Aiko nodded enthusiastically.

I pinched these little nubs harder than I thought I should and Aiko’s eyes clenched tight and she let out a sound that I could not describe.

“Harder? You want these pathetic little titties really pinched?”

As Aiko nodded I took her tits between my thumb and index finger and began twisting and squeezing the little buds. Aiko was doing a little dance in front of me, almost like a march as she was rubbing her thighs together in what seemed like an effort to make herself cum.

“This going to make you cum if I keep doing this?” I almost yelled to be heard over her moaning, and I looked down at her breasts, which were pink from my pulling and squeezing.

“Yes!” Aiko screamed as she looked at me with glazed eyes, her neck muscles taut and strained and her pale white face now a ruddy pink.

“I’ll try and remember that,” I said while taking a couple of steps and jumping onto the bed, where I propped myself back on the pillows and put my hands behind my head.

Aiko looked at me like I had just thrown a bucket of cold water on her, which in a way I had, and she remained standing next to the bed with a pained look in her eyes.

“What’s the matter Aiko?” I asked in an amused voice. “Did you want to cum?”

“Yes,” Aiko said softly.

“How many times can you come in a night?” I asked her.

“Many times, if the lover is proficient,” Aiko answered.

“Then cum for me,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Excuse please?”

“Cum for me. Bring yourself to orgasm,” I told her. “I want to watch you get yourself off. Climb up on the bed so I can get a real good look.”

Aiko tentatively climbed up on the bed and straddled my thighs. It was a fairly firm mattress so she was less unsteady than I had feared.

“Now show me how you make yourself cum,” I told her as I took my rubbery dick in hand and began pulling on it, stretching it to its limit while Aiko watched. “I too can come many times… with a proficient lover,” I added in dealing back the subtle dig Aiko had given me.

Aiko’s fingers went inside her hairless mound, first the index finger and then the middle finger, and she began working them inside herself as I watched with great interest. Aiko looked to the ceiling as she began rocking along with her fingering.

“That’s it,” I said as my cock began to get a little interested. “I like the little show that you’re giving me. Take a look.”

Aiko looked down at my cock, which was at half mast and laying back on my stomach, and licked her lips.

“That’s it,” I continued. “Show me what you’re going to be doing tomorrow, after I’m gone. You’re going to be doing the same thing you’re doing now. You’re gonna be playing with yourself and thinking about tonight, and how many times I got you off. You’re gonna be thinking of my big dick and how good it made you feel.”

“Yes,” Aiko squeaked as as looked at the arching cock in my fist, her fingers beginning to work furiously inside her pussy and her other hands pulling savagely at her tit.

“Where are you going to want it Aiko?” I asked her as I wiggled it up in her direction.

“Everywhere!” Aiko said loudly.

“Tell me where!” I demanded to know.

“My cunt… my ass… everywhere!” Aiko screamed, and she was now crouching over me, with her knees having buckled, and I got a very intimate view of the pussy I hoped to be sliding into very soon. Judging by the effect Aiko’s performance was having on me, it wouldn’t be very much longer either.

“I must!” Aiko suddenly yelped as she fell upon me.

I wasn’t sure if her legs had given out or she had pounced on me, but Aiko was now sitting on me, straddling me with her thighs. My cock was pressed down against my stomach with the underside nestled in the crevice of Aiko’s pussy. For a minute I though she was going to try and put me inside her, and I wasn’t quite ready for that just yet, but that wasn’t her idea.

Aiko began sliding her pussy up and down the length of my cock, furiously moving herself along me with her pussy tight up against me. Aiko now had her little titties in her hands and was pulling at them in such a brutal way that it was almost scary.

“Aaaiiii!” Aiko screamed as her thrusting reached a peak.

My cock was now fully hard from all this, but Aiko had found a use for it already, and was now cumming all over me. My crotch was drenched as Aiko writhed and wailed above me while I enjoyed the tortured look on her face and the sounds she made.

Aiko’s rocking finally slowed and then came to a stop and she looked at me with a dazed look on her face.

“Look at my cock,” I said and motioned toward my erection, the top half which was pointing at my face while the bottom of it remained in the channel between Aiko’s legs.

Aiko reached down and ran the tip of my her finger along the underside of my cock, tracing the taut skin that strained along the shaft.

“It is very hard again,” Aiko said while trying to catch her breath, as her fingertip slid along the tip of the crown and dabbed at the drop of pre-cum that her touch created.

“Because I enjoyed watching your slutty little show, I’m going to let you decide where it’s going to go next,” I told her. “It’s the only decision you are going to get to make all night.”

Aiko rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to me. I climbed between her thighs and felt her hand reach down between her legs, guiding my cock between the lips of her pussy.

I eased myself inside of Aiko’s dripping wet pussy, and as I slid deeper and deeper into her, it got tighter and tighter. When I felt the head of my cock hit the wall and Aiko’s pussy contracted around me, the howl that she let out was music to my ears.

Slowly at first, I began sliding the entire length of me in and out of Aiko’s pussy, feeling her cringe as the full legth of me disappeared within her. Aiko grabbed my shoulders and squeezed me tight as we ground into each other.

“Take your hands off me!” I barked at Aiko, who immediately removed them from my shoulders. “Put your hands above your head and reach back for the head board!”

Aiko complied and stretched her arms as far as she could above her head, and I grabbed her around the elbows and held her down. Aiko’s tiny breasts disappeared as I stretched her out, and I found the sight strangely erotic.

I bent down and licked at Aiko’s little nipples as I thrust into her, and ran my tongue up between her breasts and around her neck and shoulders. My tongue slid through her delicately scented armpits, which were just as silky smooth as they had appeared to be. Aiko writhed under my tongue as if it was a flame, and as I continued kissing and licking her neck and shoulders, I could feel her pussy grabbing at my cock.

“Harder! Harder!” Aiko breathed heavily into my ear, but I continued at an easy tempo, and even slowed down in response to her urging. I continued making deep strokes into her, pulling every inch of my cock out of her before slowly sliding it all back in. The more Aiko urged me to fuck her harder the slower I went, and the sight of Aiko thrusting herself at me in a desperate attempt to cum was turning me on beyond belief.

“Please!” Aiko whimpered as she squirmed beneath me, almost begging for release.

“Please what?”

“Harder. Please!”

“Oh, you mean like this?” I asked as I pulled myself out of Aiko and then slammed myself back into her as hard as I could.

“Aaaaiiii!!!” Aiko screamed in response, and I began pounding myself into her with all my might.

Aiko’s eyes rolled back in their sockets as she began cumming after the first few violent thrusts, and as her pussy convulsed around me I kept going. As hard and as fast as I could, I kept driving my cock into her.

Aiko kept yelping loudly into my ear even after her orgasm had subsided, and the sounds she made excited me so much that I kept this rapid-fire tempo going. Aiko came again a minute later, and I was still going, lost in a world of my own as I tried to drill the delicate flower beneath me into the mattress.

Aiko’s eyes were glassy at this point, and the headboard that she had been reaching for earlier was now bouncing off her head, and so I slowed down and pulled out of her.

We ended up sitting on the bed facing each other, slowly rocking with my cock half in her. I looked down and saw the tip of my dick slide out of the entrance of her pussy, so I reached down and grabbed my shaft and started slapping the tip of it against her pussy.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked Aiko as her face contorted.

“Yes,” Aiko squeaked as I continued to spank her pussy with my dick.

“Open your pussy open for me so I can spank your clit!” I commanded, and Aiko obeyed immediately by parting her hairless lips with her fingers.

I began rapidly beating the tip of my dick against her exposed sex, and Aiko began shaking and making whimpering noises.

“Harder please Kenneth!” Aiko begged. “Put it inside me.”

All I did was to keep slapping at her clit and Aiko was squirming madly as she tried to rub up close to me.

I began rubbing the head of my cock in a circular motion around her clit, wondering if this could possibly make her cum. I didn’t have to wait long for the answer as Aiko went from sitting in a lotus position opposite me and slammed back on the bed savagely before half rising up again in an amazingly athletic display.

I was looking down at my dick stroking her clit when she let out a grotesque howl. Before I could look up my eyes caught sight of my dick being drenched by Aiko’s pussy, as she squirted fluid all over my crotch while bouncing off the bed like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.

The sight was so unbelievably erotic that I barely had time to scramble up and put my dick into Aiko before I began squirting rather excitedly myself. Aiko twitched as my cock spasmed inside of her before my orgasm finally ebbed.

We looked at each other for a few minutes with dazed expressions before I fell off to Aiko’s side. There we lay for quite awhile before Aiko got up and padded off to the bathroom. I had almost fallen asleep by the time Aiko got back.

“Would you like me to give you a massage Kenneth?” Aiko asked as she brought over a bowl to the bedside.

5. The massage.

I didn’t know how to say no to such an offer, so I just smiled and started to roll over for Aiko, but she stopped me halfway.

“You may stay on your back Kenneth, and I will do your front first,” Aiko said as she climbed down to the foot of the bed.

I relaxed by putting my hands behind my head and looked down as Aiko took my foot in her hand and began rubbing slowly and firmly. The slight groan that escaped my throat was correctly interpreted as approval by Aiko, who lifted my foot up to her mouth and began sucking on my toes while rubbing the sole.

After treating my other foot to the same marvelous treatment, Aiko began moving upward, kneading my calves and sliding up to my thighs. Aiko smiled as she worked the insides of my thighs while avoiding my cock, which hung limply off to the side.

“Your penis looks very beautiful when it is flaccid, Kenneth,” Aiko said as her fingernails scraped around my groin in a circular motion. “I wonder if it will stay that way if I begin to play with it?”

“I don’t know,” I said honestly, having already had two orgasms in the last hour or so. “I think that last one took a lot out of me.”

“Perhaps,” Aiko said as she dipped her hand in the bowl before grabbing my limp dick. “I think that I should find out for sure,” Aiko said as her tiny hand grabbed my dick and began pulling on it.

“Mmmmm… feels so very soft now,” Aiko said softly as her lubricated hands worked busily all over my crotch. “So very soft and small now, and yet it becomes so very long and hard when it is aroused, and gives me so much pleasure.”

Aiko was beginning to bring me back to life, at least a little bit, and as my cock began to grow under her ministrations, she began getting more and more intense in her actions. Aiko began pulling and stretching my cock as far as she could, giggling softly as it reached comical lengths in its semi-erect state.

“Not yet Kenneth,” Aiko said as she let go of me, just as I was almost hard again.

Aiko’s hands came up and began rubbing my chest, the hairless skin glistening while my nipples became erect. Aiko pinched them and leaned down to bite them before sliding her tongue up and over, dabbing my slight spray of armpit hair with her tongue. My body shivered at that unexpected and exciting show of affection, and when Aiko’s hand slid down, it grabbed a cock that was as hard as it could get.

“Roll over please Kenneth,” Aiko asked, and as I did she maneuvered me so that I was on my hands and knees.

“I have felt you in my mouth, and in my vagina, but there is one place left that I want to feel you before the night is over,” Aiko said. “Do you know where that is?”

Before I could answer, I felt Aiko’s hands spreading my ass cheeks, and seconds later I felt her oiled index finger gently probing around my anus.

I gasped when Aiko’s finger slid into me up to the first knuckle, and as she worked it around her free hand came up between my legs and grabbed my balls. Leaning down and looking back, I saw my dangling sack getting manipulated roughly in her palm.

Suddenly, I felt Aiko’s finger slide out of my ass, and I although I had not often experienced such a treatment, I have to admit I was sorry when it ended. Only momentarily, however.

“Aaaawwww!” I howled as I felt Aiko’s tongue burrowing into my ass, swirling around as she hands circled my hips and drew me close to her. My hands gave out and my face fell into the pillow, gasping as my upraised ass was now fully exposed and most vulnerable to Aiko’s incessant tonguing.

“No don’t… I’ll cum!” I shrieked after a minute or so of this. I pulled Aiko’s hand away from my cock, which she had begun stroking at some point.

My cock was springing up and down against my stomach, seeming to be begging for release. Release that I didn’t want to happen, at least not yet.

“In my ass Kenneth,” Aiko yelled as she rolled off the side of me and raised her ass in the same position that mine had been in.

I scrambled around between her legs and looked down at her anus, and the tan wrinkled opening was glistening with the same oil Aiko had been using on me. I put the tip of my cock to the puckered orifice and slid slowly forward.

“Yiiii!” Aiko squealed as my slender prong slid into the tight opening which she had apprently lubricated for me, and I fought the urge to cum as her erotic wailing continued.

“All of it… I want it all in me!!!” Aiko yowled as she thrust herself back against me, forcing more and more of me into her as I pumped into her.

Soon the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together filled the air, as we clashed together wildly like animals. I felt the tip of my cock slamming into her ass like it was hitting a wall, but Aiko not only didn’t care, she was insisting on it as she pushed back against me.

Her head was jammed into the headboard by then, and when she let out an inhuman wail that was exciting and frightening at the same time, and I felt her spasm around my cock savagely, I could hold back no longer.

Aiko whimpered as she felt my cock jerk around inside her as I came, in a series of spurts that continued for a ridiculous length of time before I finally collapsed as gently as I could on top of her.

I lay on top of Aiko until my deflating cock finally slid out of her, and the little yelp she let out when my cock popped out was matched by my own. I rolled off and hugged Aiko from behind, and we lay like that for a few minutes.

I was almost ready to drop off to sleep when I heard the professor clear his throat from the darkness. The professor! I had forgotten all about him lurking in the shadows, and now I felt very naked for the first time since the evening had begun.

6.Parting.

The professor got up and left the bedroom, and Aiko brought me into the shower, where we gave each other a most delightful scrubbing. Aiko gave my dick a couple of tugs while she cleaned it, and raised a eyebrow with a tilt of the head, but nothing was going to happen down there for a while.

“Give me an hour and another massage,” I suggested with a laugh, but it was clear that the evening was over, at least as far as I was concerned.

Aiko showed me to the door after we dressed, and as she let me out she leaned over a kissed me on the cheek.

“You were good Kenneth,” Aiko said shyly. “Very very good. Thank you so much. Professor Richard was also pleased.”

I stammered something stupid and found myself out on the street as the door closed behind me, walking slowly to my dorm room with visions of Aiko dancing in my head. My night was over, but I wondered if hers was just beginning.

Epilogue.

Around the end of the semester I was talking to my classmate, friend and occasional lover Mary Ann Pierro as Professor Richard’s Sociology class let out. While we talked and moved toward the door, I was shocked when I saw Aiko come in through the doorway almost the same time as we were leaving.

“Oh! Hello!” Aiko said in a startled tone as we slid over to let her in, and I blushed even though Aiko kept going like we had never met before.

Mary Ann and I both said hello in response before stepping out into the hall. Aiko wasn’t wearing her maid’s outfit, but was wearing a smartly tailored pant suit that looked expensive.

“Wow! Professor Richard must pay his help well,” I remarked. Did you see the outfit his maid was wearing?” I asked Mary Ann.

“Maid?” Mary Ann asked in a confused voice.

“The woman that we just danced with in the doorway,” I informed Mary Ann, smugly full of knowledge. “She’s the Professor’s maid.”

“You moron!” Mary Ann retorted. “That’s Aiko, and she’s not his maid, she’s his wife!”

“His wife?” I said in as flabbergasted a voice as I had ever had.

“Absolutely!” Mary Ann exclaimed. “How did you ever get the idea that she was his maid?”

“Uh… I dunno,” I said meekly as we headed down the hall, me looking back occasionally in confusion.

“I thought you knew all about all the women on campus?” Mary Ann said in a mocking tone.

“Wife?” I said softly to myself before stopping in my tracks. “Wait a minute! How do you know so much about them? Mary Ann!”

Mary Ann’s face had just begun to turn crimson before she spun away from me and hustled down the corridor, yelling “Gotta run!” as she skipped over into the ladies room.

Leaving me, for once, speechless.

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