The Major's Girl
by Angela Russell
(LLP-853)


CHAPTER ONE 

Carrie had finally given in to the repeated demands of the Major to have sex 
with him. 

In a moment of weakness, she found herself succumbing to his lusty desires. 

"Nobody ever turned me on like you have, Carrie," the Major smiled, as she 
glanced down at his throbbing, huge hard-on. 

Reaching down to his rock-hard cock, she pulled it rhythmically up and down. 
The blood-engorged length of his penis told her just how excited he was. She 
wanted to have all his cock-meat stabbing inside her warm pussy. 

"Play with me," the Major smiled down at Carrie. Carrie continued pulling on 
his throbbing penis. The wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around 
his rigid prick made him realize just how much he had to have her. 

Once she'd jacked him to the point where his penis-tip was starting to drip 
oozing cum-drops, she knew it was time to stop. 

She lay naked beside him, facing him, and, parting her thighs, felt his 
urgent cock shoot up between her warm, inviting legs. Eagerly, he thrust his 
big prick into her moist pussy-hole. Her arms swept around him, and she 
gripped the Major desperately. She was breathing in short, shallow gasps as 
her nails marked his strong back. Her thighs opened shamelessly wide and she 
closed them around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked body. 

"Mmmmmmmmm, lover, you're so big and hard! Shove it in my cunt!" she gasped, 
hissing with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened 
to consume her with their rabid ferocity-unless she had his pulsating penis 
riding inside her! Unless she could feel him driving it into her with hard, 
pounding thrusts, over and over, with thrilling force. 

Her delicate hands grasped his firm, strong shoulders. And then she reached 
down to cup the firm globes of his pumping ass-cheeks in her hands as he 
pumped it to her with fiery rhythm. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Carrie cried out passionately as the lewd, wanton 
desires of her own lusts surged over her. 

"Finger my ass-hole," the Major suggested, with a smile, as he continued 
thrusting his prick into her grasping pussy-hole. 

Carrie reached back to part his ass-cheeks. The Major squirmed as he felt 
her finger gently easing up his anus. His cock probed deeply between her 
thighs, the bulbous, pulsing head pressing incitingly against the puckered 
moist lips of her pussy. 

Carrie squirmed under, his muscled weight like an anxious schoolgirl about 
to get laid for the first time, her back arching in surprising strength. 
Wantonly, she threw her lithe, long legs around him. 

"Hurry up," she panted, "I-I can't stand it! I need your big cock soooo 
bad!" She mewled in a hoarse whisper, kissing him again and again, leaving 
passionate welts of naked arousal across his back as her fingernails roughly 
clawed him in her rising, furious desire. 

Pulling her finger from his ass-hole, she squeezed the firm, sinewy cheeks 
of his buttocks. Now, he was rubbing his hairy chest back and forth across 
her great silky bosoms, with the erect nipples. 

He kept pumping the head of his prick luridly between the soft splayed lips 
of her twat. 

She groaned impetuously ... she could stand it no longer. Her silky legs 
opened until the Major wondered if she was double-jointed, her ankles locked 
now around his hips as her feet pounded against his naked body. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH, COME ON, FUCK ME. FUCK ME BEFORE I DIE!" she 
gasped, her voice richening and crackling with fervent arousal. Carrie's 
lips trembled, as she spoke, her eyelids fluttering as if she were losing 
consciousness. She was about to cum. 

The Major kept driving his burning penis between her thighs, fucking her 
silly. She could hardly stand it now as he began riding her to climax. Her 
cuntal muscles gripped his stabbing cock, as she emitted a squeal of 
satisfaction. 

"OHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH, I'M CUMMMMMMING," Carrie gasped, as the Major pumped 
his exploding prick between the pliant folds of her ravenous pussy, becoming 
turned-on all the more as he felt his wet cock gliding back and forth across 
the fleecy softness of her hot, clasping cunt grip. 

"AHHHHHHH ... it's shooting! You're cuming too!" 

she groaned in a frenzy, squeezing his ass-cheeks tightly. "I-LOVE IT! FUCK 
ME! FUCK ME!" she panted passionately. 

The Major continued stabbing his manhood into her grasping cunthole. 

"I'm going to shoot again," he panted as he continued driving his prick into 
her. "Grab it with your cunt. . . 

OHHHHHH, NOW ... NOW, YOU'RE FUCKING! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" 

He continued sliding his cum-slick cock in her cunthole. When he finally did 
pull it out, she resented it She wanted to have him leave it in forever. 

"I-I can't get enough of you," she panted, clinging to him tightly, crushing 
her bosoms against his chest. They fell asleep in each other's arms. 

When she awoke, Carrie recognized that the past weekend had changed her 
entire life. There wasn't any way she could know to what extent it would be 
changed, but fantastic new dimensions of living were opening up for her. 

Now, as the Sunday afternoon sunshine played out its daily role, casting its 
lovely orange glow across San Francisco's Presidio area, it even reached out 
to the soft quiet corners of the Major's bedroom. As it did so Carrie let 
herself relax to the rhythm of the gentle, warm probing of the Major's long, 
swollen cock as it slid rhythmically in and out of her tight slick vagina. 

She looked up toward the ceiling, her eyes only partly focused on the fading 
sun's rays. Her body had responded magnificently. It simply had astonished 
her. She had never felt these erotic feelings to this extent in her twenty 
eight years. 

She had had sexual sessions before, but none as intense and as satisfying as 
THIS wild one. But because she had had them before, she was aware that her 
long weekend with the Major was coming to an end. There was a twinge of 
sadness in her heart, but it was far overshadowed by the new under-current 
of excitement that had been throbbing thru her psyche for almost twenty four 
hours now. She felt COMPLETELY turned on-not sexually so much as 
psychologically. Something had definitely changed in her life. Something was 
different She couldn't identify it. At moments she THOUGHT she knew. And 
then knew she didn't know for sure. She only recognized the excitement It 
seemed to be DRIVING her, keeping her awake. This was the interesting part 
to Carrie. She wished she could identify it It was not so much driving her 
crazy as it was driving her 

to distraction. She wanted MORE of it She wanted ALL of it But she knew she 
had to understand from where it was coming before she could do that 

She had grown familiar in the short forty eight hours with the Major's 
beautiful cock. She had caressed it, kissed it, sucked it, tasted it and 
fucked it endlessly. Both her mouth and her vagina identified it, loved it. 
She had not had, in her short sexual life, a penis quite like Major John 
Malcolm's penis. 

In the first place, it was longer by a good inch than any cock she had ever 
known. It wasn't an absurdly large cock, but as it turned out, Carrie 
Tracton had never really experienced a longer than normal penis. And as a 
result she had grown to love and enjoy John Malcolm's seven and a half inch 
cock. 

It wasn't the length completely, it was the girth. His penis was THICK. It 
seemed swollen to her. Yet she knew it was the normal size for HIM. Her 
fingers had barely been able to reach around it She had had trouble with her 
jaws because to suck on it for any length of time required her jaws to be so 
far apart that they began to ache. Still, it was a pleasant ache, an ache 
she had LEARNED to enjoy. And when the ache had grown too great it had been 
a simple matter to turn her attention to some other activity with the 
thrilling penis. 

Her mind focused on it now as it slid gently in and out They had just 
awakened. She felt so lazy she didn't feel like looking at the bedside 
clock, but she imagined maybe they had slept a couple of hours. It had been 
a wonderful weekend of total sex. And yet, a number of other events had been 
interspersed and especially the fine and exciting dinner they had had, that 
it didn't really seem like a SEXUAL weekend so much as it seemed like a 
COMPLETE weekend. 

And, most importantly, she had learned to trust the Major. Probably that was 
because of his gentleness. Or maybe it was because of his sexual curiosity 
and his imagination. He was, in her mind, the total lover. Gentle, 
thoughtful, and forever curious about ways to make her feel better. 

Now she had found herself awakening to the consummate pleasure of his once 
again hard penis pistoning in and out of her wet slick pussy. Her head was 
buried in the pillow. Her back was flat against the sheets, her legs open. 
Somehow the Major had shifted himself from the position they were in when 
they dropped off to sleep, so that he was now lying across the bed and 
Carrie's legs and his legs were scissored together to place his penis 
opposite her open hungry pussy. 

She put her hand down, trying to reach his face, or chest, or shoulder. Her 
arm touched the bicep of his arm. It felt so strong, so firm. He was lying 
on his side. She squeezed his arm slightly. She heard him moan. It was deep 
and quiet, laden with pleasure. As she smiled, she could feel his hips 
moving back and forth, and she was aware that she was grinding back. The 
combination of his thrusting and her response was producing the erotic 
pleasure, the total warmth, the total sexual electricity that was gradually 
burning hotter and hotter. 

She closed her eyes, smiling to herself. The bed was so warm. She felt 
totally in contact, not only with herself, but the Major. It was like being 
in a cozy part she thought 

She snuggled downward into the bed. The Major's cock thrust back and forth. 
Because of the undercurrent of excitement which was so new to her, her mind 
slipped from the warmth in her cunt and she began thinking about her 
relationship to Major John Malcolm. 

He was not only a great lover but her boss. At least he 

had been up to and including Friday night. Now she wasn't quite so sure if 
that terminology was correct. A wave of doubt swept over her mind, realizing 
that she had in the past forty eight hours not only had a tremendous sexual 
experience, but had in the process grown close, closer than anticipated, to 
John Malcolm, and had also signed her name on the dotted line as an active 
member of the National Guard. 

As she lay there she wasn't sure what her title would be in her new job 
which was to start the following morning, nor what her duties would be other 
than that she would be in charge of an office of men. 

Her mind dung to her doubts about that And her doubts were very clear and 
definite. She focused largely on TWO things. One was the fact that she knew 
her father would have been pleased had he been alive to see that his 
daughter had finally joined the military, which had been, it seemed to her 
at least, his lifelong goal, and incidentally a goal which she had totally 
resisted. That was ONE point The other was more personal, having to do with 
her own position in life, her own philosophy, and how she had at twenty 
eight reached a point where her job as secretary to the Major had become, 
though financially and responsibility-wise satisfying, somewhat less of a 
challenge than what she was looking for. 

Carrie had been aware for several years that her main thrust in life as a 
beautiful single woman had been a search for challenges. Her doubts this 
late Sunday afternoon focused on whether or not her new job would be as much 
of a challenge as she had thought it would be only some twenty four hours 
earlier when she had allowed the Major to talk her into signing up. That was 
when the sexual excitement had struck her. 

She recognized that much about it But beyond that 

point the excitement was something that was beyond her understanding at this 
moment. She let it slip from her mind as the Major slid his cock further up 
her vaginal track. She was astonished at how wet she had been the entire 
weekend. It seemed like the inside of her vagina had been gifted with a 
special kind of slipperiness, as though all of the Major's tremendous supply 
of semen had been mixed with K-Y Jelly. As a result, she had just been 
totally receptive to his throbbing cock thrusting into her vagina. 

She was not used to the unusual wetness and it had at first made her 
uncomfortable and then gradually had made her totally comfortable with her 
own body, and with her own sexuality which had slipped into a dimension 
quite by accident that Carrie had never experienced before. 

How had that started? How had this weekend started? How had she become so 
totally sexual in such a short period of time? She thought of her earlier 
sexual experiences. She had lost her virginity-in her late teens, and she 
had had sex and had in fact considered herself quite sexual for all these 
years. But it had always been controlled and it had always been less than 
satisfying in one dimension, which was, she told herself, not because it 
wasn't good but because of a sense of frustration. Based on the fact that 
though good, it didn't fit her exact needs. She had never been able to 
describe what those exact needs were, but she sensed it at any rate. 

Then the Major had called her into his office late Friday night. She had 
worked for her for more than a year and they had developed a sort of 
camaraderie and friendship without ever having approached any kind of sexual 
contact. She was aware that the major found her attractive. And she was also 
aware that the Major was only a few years older than herself, was divorced 
and had been for several years. And she did indeed find him attractive. 

But she had sensed immediately upon closing the door to his office only 48 
hours ago that there was a different look on his face as he sat behind his 
desk. He had asked her to sit down. And he had sat staring at her for 
several long moments. Carrie remembered how nervous she had gotten as the 
silence seemed to grow to deafening proportions. 

Then the major had startled Carrie simply out of her skin when he had leaned 
forward suddenly, looking at her intently, and had said: 

"Carrie, I'm going to FUCK you." 

She had not responded, probably more from disbelief at his sudden change of 
character than anything else. 

Finally, he had said demandingly, almost angrily, 

"Did you hear me?" 

"Yes! Yes," she had said. And she had laughed. "How could I not hear you. No 
doubt half the people on the base have heard you too." 

The words had seemed to come out of her throat tightly, awkwardly. And she 
realized as she sat there that she had been trying to make a joke out of 
what was obviously a funny comment by the Major. 

Then, when she became aware that he was simply staring at her, she had said 
flippantly, 

"How about the desk top?" 

It had been, of course, a total joke on her part as she tried to retain the 
relationship that they had had all these months. But he had not taken it as 
a joke. And she had watched in consternation as he pushed the chair back as 
he stood up and walked around the desk towards her. 

He had been maybe three feet from her when she heard him say very 
matter-of-factly. 

"All right" 

She shuddered as she lay there in bed, the Major's cock warming her insides 
now at the memory. It was not a 

pleasant memory. It had not been a beautiful experience. And yet, it had 
been the trigger, for their entire, erotic weekend. 

John Malcolm had simply grabbed Carrie by her hands which were folded across 
her lap, and had jerked her to her feet. A tiny scream had come from her 
throat at the suddenness of his move. But even then she was not frightened 
because of her trust. 

As he jerked her to her feet, it was only then that she realized in a sort 
of abstract way, that he had no pants on. He was in fact naked from the 
waist down, and his penis was semi-erect. 

She remembered how her stomach had tightened at the realization he was half 
naked and ready to screw her. And she could remember how he had simply spun 
her body around so that she her ass was against the edge of his desk. She 
didn't remember precisely what had happened next. She only remembered his 
tremendous strength and the horny look on his face. And the fact that 
somehow her skirt had suddenly been ripped off. Her pantyhose jerked down. 
And there she was stark naked from the waist down. 

Had she fought him? Had she pushed against him or scratched, or hit him? She 
couldn't remember. She lay there, semi-asleep, the details going thru her 
mind, the warmth in her belly somehow canceling out enough of the details so 
that it was just a vague memory now. 

She did remember that she had been pushed backward onto the desk and that he 
had climbed on top of her and within seconds was fucking her. He had thrust 
his mammoth cock into her, riding into her hot cunt all the way. She only 
knew it had penetrated her deeply and that he had fucked her rather 
violently, holding her pinned down against the wooden desk. He insisted she 
use her cunt muscles to clutch at his pistoning penis. Somehow she had 

been aware of the fact that she was receiving fabulous pleasure and was not 
resisting as much as she could have. 

Her hand drifted down and began to rub at her clitoris as she lay there in 
the bed remembering. Her first lover had been like that, only more awkward 
and less passionate than the Major. She smiled to herself at the memory of 
her lost cherry. 

Her finger felt good in her pussy. She rubbed slowly. Her mind spun out of 
focus again as the pleasure surged into her body. Her mind was consumed with 
sex and pleasure and she was aware that it was slightly out of context with 
the way she normally felt on a day to day basis. Yet it touched many bases 
in her normal personality makeup. 

She was no prude. She was hot blooded sensualist. She was certainly not 
hedonistic. And yet, she was reasonably active sexually and the only reason 
she was not more active was the every-recurring sense of frustration and her 
awareness that though being sexually satisfied there was a certain 
incompleteness about it as though her own sexual needs were not exactly 
being catered to. 

She smiled to herself. 

"God, how her mother would have loved this weekend," or so she thought. Her 
poor mother. What a trauma her mother had been, especially her mother's 
deathbed confession. Carrie would carry that memory to her own deathbed. Her 
mother, so beautiful, so voluptuous, so full of life, so totally crushed 
when her father had died so suddenly and unexpectedly. And who then had 
allowed that desecration to invade every area of her life for the two years 
she lived after her husband had died, until that desecration had begun to 
invade her vital organs and then she had simply disintegrated in a matter of 
ten to twelve days. 

And it had been during that final death bed moment 

when her mother was still quite lucid and had been aware of the fact that 
she was literally dying, that Carrie had had the moment that she would carry 
with her, hopefully not as a burden, for the rest of her life. 

She had been sitting beside her mother's hospital bed that fateful evening 
and she had known herself that her mother was dying. They had been talking 
about the earlier days. The fun, the picnics, the laughter, the school 
graduations, that sort of thing. And then gradually the subject had shifted 
to Carrie's father. 

To Carrie he was a splendid man, a total complete father. And she had no 
negative thoughts other than that she had resisted his wish that she become 
a member of the military. Though that didn't bother her really, she was 
aware that she could have made him much happier had she been in the military 
than had she just simply taken a job with the National Guard. 

Carrie's mother had, that night, been deeply immersed in nostalgia, 
talking-almost rambling-but completely lucid. And then she had simply 
startled Carrie out of her wits when she suddenly, seemingly in 
mid-sentence, changed the subject to sex. 

She began to describe her sex life. Its utter dullness. Its monotony. It was 
a confession of pathos. Carrie sat there with tears in her eyes, realizing 
the total and utter sexual frustration her mother had lived with. Nothing 
unusual had ever happened to her mother sexually. She had never made love to 
her husband in any place but their bedroom and thought at times in their 
life sex had been with some frequency, it struck Carrie as she listened, 
that she personally had had more sex as a single woman ever since she had 
begun sex than her mother had had as a married woman, married to a man that 
she loved. It was all so pathetic, so sad, and indeed a confession of 
pathos. 

The conversation had actually been traumatic for Carrie. And she had come 
away from her mother's death bed confession totally absorbed with the need 
for variety and excitement. She could remember having vowed to herself to be 
as unconventional sexually as she could be. 

And the vow actually frightened her. She was excited by it and, to a degree, 
willing. But had never really done anything about it, at least until the 
Major had forcibly thrown her down on the desk and fucked her. 

His rape had been the first unconventional sexual thing ever to happen to 
Carrie, and it was the reason she had responded so profoundly. 

When the Major had pulled his cock out of her before he could express 
embarrassment, Carrie had simply leaped on him as he stood there by the 
desk. She had rolled up off of her back onto her buttocks on one movement 
and had simply tackled him, pushing him backward onto the floor. The Major 
had gone down easily, without resistance. He had been surprised. He had 
expected Carrie's anger. He did not expect her sexuality. And when she 
simply grabbed at his cock and began suckin on it violently, he had simply 
laid there not knowing WHAT to do. 

A vigorous, healthy man, John Malcolm had in a matter of moments responded 
to her sucking. His long thick cock never really having gone totally flacid, 
was suddenly hard again in a matter of a few cocksucking minutes. 

Carrie, now consumed with passion, had simply crawled up on his body as soon 
as his cock was hard enough and had lowered her dripping cunt over it and 
had began to fuck him, her weight on her knees, her pelvis grinding back and 
forth, as she looked down into his eyes, not smiling. 

The Major had noticed the lusty look in her eyes, but he had been so 
consumed with the heat and passion emanating from her cunt that he had 
thought nothing of it. 

Neither had Carrie, really. She had several orgasms as she ground away, his 
cock now hard and not as close to cumming, and consequently they had stayed 
on the floor until Carrie's knees had gotten sore. 

As she lay there in the bed she blinked wide awake briefly at the memory of 
that. My God, it had only been 48 hours ago. How had she done that? Where 
had the sexual impulse come from? She had NO WAY of knowing. 

Now her finger was stabbing. She moved her pelvis on the Major's cock. What 
a delicious thing. What loveliness. It was all so wondrous. 

She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the bed. She never wanted to 
move. She just wanted that long, thick demanding cock moving gently back and 
forth in her vaginal track forever and ever. 

Her mind began to go out of focus again. 

Then, she flickered back to awareness, realizing she was about to cum. She 
spread her legs slightly and moved her fingers a little faster. Electric 
impulses shot up into her insides. An orgasm rolled down her moist inner 
thighs. 

She smiled to herself. Orgasms were hot and wet and wild. She moaned softly, 
it was unintelligible, not even loud enough to awaken the Major fully. Yet 
somehow, perhaps by instinct, his body shoved and his cock drove deeper into 
her vagina. He rode his pulsating penis in a little bit faster as he felt 
the contractions of her cuntal walls sucking and pulling on his long, thick, 
heavily veined pecker. 

Then they slept 

Carrie awakened slightly a few minutes later. She smiled inwardly. The room 
was darker. She closed her eyes. Maybe she had been asleep ten minutes, she 
thought. It didn't matter. She was already thinking of the restaurant. That 
wonderful restaurant. Where had it been? Would she be able to find it again? 
Perhaps John would take her back there sometime. 

It had been one of those MAGIC moments. How long ago? She smiled again. It 
was less than 24 hours. They had gone there so happily. 

Her mind went back over the weekend. When they had ended their wild fuck on 
John's office floor that Friday night they had gone to a bar. And then they 
had eaten something ... Let's see, yes, eaten something-oh yes, they had 
stopped and had some bouillabaisse at Fisherman's Wharf, she remembered that 
clearly. But they had been in a hurry because their sexual energies had 
returned, and they rushed home to her apartment and they had spent the 
entire night exploring each other. 

They had talked over wine. There had been flickering candlelight-oh yes, 
after she had turned out all the lights in her apartment, she lit candles. 
She remembered the romance of it, and the joy that she had felt as this 
large powerful man had sat across from her while they rested and explained 
how he had wanted her so many months and how the rape was not really what he 
had had in mind, and was glad she hadn't reacted negatively. And they had 
enjoyed a good laugh. The whole things seemed to be a special kind of 
chemical formula which had worked for both of them. Neither of them, had 
questioned what had happened, only had enjoyed it as they had talked about 
it. 

Towards the end of Saturday, they had decided to go and get something to 
eat. She COULD remember now-they had slept the better part of Saturday 
afternoon and had awakened simply ravenous, not having really eaten anything 
since the previous night. 

And the restaurant he had chosen-all she could remember as she lay there was 
that it had been somewhat downtown, up on a hill, and there had been a view. 
She could remember water and ships. And she knew, of course. 

that it was the bay. 

It seemed in her memory as though it was an old house that had been 
refurbished, redecorated to be a quaint and gourmet restaurant. But the 
thing she remembered most was the Major's hot hand under the table. She had 
never been finger-fucked in a restaurant. She was glad they had a private 
booth. And when she had first felt his hand sliding up her leg and had been 
aware that she was simply opening her crotch and the utter amazement at her 
behavior, she had simply been incredulous. 

Her response had been total. She had gotten up from the table, gone to the 
bathroom, taken off all of her underclothing, and had hurried back, wanting 
more of his magic finger. 

When she came back she was astonished to find that he had moved so that he 
was sitting across the booth from her, rather than beside her. She had been 
disappointed, even angry. But he had simply said, "Look under the table." 

And when she had, she was astonished to find his bare foot sticking up at 
her, and he was wiggling his toes with glee. 

She smiled, lying there in the bed. The Major had taken off his right shoe. 
She had not caught on immediately, but he had said, "If you'll just sit 
comfortably with your legs spread, I can make you have an orgasm." 

"How do you mean?" she had said. 

The Major had simply smiled. 

"Carrie, love, you haven't fucked a foot in a long time, have you?" 

"Fucked a fo. ... " she really never got the word out, because as she was 
saying it she realized the significance of what he was saying. And she 
remembered distinctly how the wave of excitement had run thru her body. She 
didn't know why, but she had identified it. 

She had spread her legs under the table, raising her skirt to make her 
tempting crotch available. She had felt it immediately as his big toe pushed 
into her vagina. It had felt immense and she realized that she would have to 
spread her legs farther to accommodate the size of his foot. She also 
remembered her consternation at the prospect of taking an entire foot into 
her vaginal opening. And then her amazement at the realization that 
obviously that couldn't be what he had in mind. And she had been right. 

The soft leather booth had provided her with a lovely place to place her 
leg, and she had simply spread her crotch as wide as she could, placing one 
leg up on the leather seat and pushing her vagina forward. And as she did 
so, the Major had pulled his foot back and put the base of his big toe 
directly over her clitoris and has begin to quiver his foot back and forth. 

A wave of pleasure had rippled thru her instantly and her voice caught in 
passion. She wanted to let out a moan and had not done so because of the 
intimacy of the restaurant. Instead she had reached forward and taken her 
martini glass and had held it out to him as though toasting. And he had 
gotten the idea that she liked it. He smiled and toasted her back and 
continued to move his foot. 

Carrie had looked around. Was anybody noticing? No one seemed to be paying 
any attention. Then the waiter had come up and a wave of fear had shot thru 
Carrie's body, only to be replaced by a wave of pleasure at the prospect of 
getting away with something when so intimately involved with a stranger. 

The waiter leaned over her, asking for her order. Somehow she had gotten it 
out, all the while feeling the burn of pleasure as it grew and grew in her 
stomach from his pendulum-like big toe as it moved back and forth. 

When the waiter had gone John had leaned forward. 

"Carrie," he said softly. "Use your finger." 

She had stared at him, not knowing what he meant. And then she felt him move 
his foot so that his toes again penetrated her vaginal lips. She felt his 
foot move back and forth as it pushed the lips aside trying to find the 
opening. And then she felt the toe slip inside of her cunt. It was very 
gentle and only was in perhaps an inch or an inch and half and she could 
somehow feel the other toes as they pushed against the opening. And that was 
when she realized what he meant. 

She had slipped her own hand under the table and began to caress her erect 
clitoris. 

As she lay there in the bed now, her mind focused sharply on the restaurant 
incident. Carrie wondered how many orgasms she had had before the dinner was 
served. It seemed like an incredible crescendo of passion had descended upon 
her. Nothing like this had ever occurred in her life. Her cunt had simply 
flared into fiery passion. At one point she had whispered, 

"My God, John! I CAN'T stop cuming!" 

At another point an orgasm had been so severe that she had simply said, 
quite loudly: 

"OHHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH". 

It had been three definite sounds and it had startled Carrie and as soon as 
the orgasm had passed she had looked around self consciously. No one was 
paying attention. No one had noticed. It was then that she relaxed and 
slipped into a dimension of sex she had never known before. She wondered if 
she had had ten orgasms in that private booth in the restaurant. Had it been 
possible? That was so beautiful." 

Then the food had been served. He had left his foot pressed against her 
vagina, but he was no longer moving it. 

and she took her hand away in order to eat. And as a result they had sat 
there in a somewhat embrace, and had begun talking about her work and how he 
could offer her the new position and why didn't she take him up on it. And 
somehow she had accepted. A need had arisen which she did not know about, 
for a new office to open up on the base, and John would put her in charge. 
He couldn't even tell her what her title would be as they ate that night, 
but she would have full authority and obviously knew enough about the 
National Guard to be able to function. And for some reason she had agreed 
and they had gone happily from the restaurant to his office where they had 
dug out the papers and she had signed on the spot. It was almost like a 
joke, except it hadn't been a joke, and she realized that the papers were 
indeed official. 

As she thought about the papers, lying there in the bed, she smiled to 
herself. Challenge she had gotten. She could always quit. Her hand began to 
move faster on her clitoris again. The undercurrent of strange excitement, 
that odd and new and somewhat pleasurable and somewhat confounding element 
in her life, was indeed waking her up. She wanted to get her passion at a 
high enough level so that she could roll over on John and fuck him awake. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

She had left John at 4 AM to return to her apartment to clean up and get 
some fresh clothes to start the new day and the new job. She had not wanted 
to leave, and going to the new office early in the morning had been perhaps 
the hardest thing she had ever had to do, simply because she was so totally 
sexually aroused. She had never felt her vagina so wet with desire. She had 
never had so MANY erotic thoughts. 

From the time she left him to the time she reported to her new office it 
seemed to her imagination like she had not had her hand away from her vagina 
at all, like she had had several hundred orgasms, and like she could spend 
the next week simply laying on her back and being fucked. 

It was incredible to her that she had been turned on to this degree. Her 
self doubts about her new job. Her sadness at the memory of her mother's 
dull life, her mother's tragedy, in fact ... . all were relegated to minor 
roles in her psyche as her active imaginative mind probed back and forth 
across the spectrum of her now and present sexuality. She wondered if she 
would be able to answer the telephone 

or write a signature. 

She had gotten ahold of herself, and by the time she arrived at the office 
Carrie was reasonably close to the excellent businesswoman she actually was. 

Though she had never actually been in these particular offices, they were so 
identical with other offices on the base that she was familiar with, that 
there was nothing strange or unusual about the physical plant as she walked 
thru the door. 

The large room, with its many desks, was empty. She knew she was too early. 
She thought the new company of National Guards had checked in the night 
before and that they were now somewhere in the process of orientation or 
perhaps breakfast, or perhaps doing something on the drill field. She 
calculated that her contingent of workers would show up at about nine 
o'clock. It was still much too early. 

She glanced at her watch. Eight-fifteen ... she smiled as she thought about 
at the motivations that had got her there that early. She couldn't sleep, 
she couldn't eat, all she wanted to do was have hot orgasms. And so she had, 
out of self protection, simply forced herself into a more business like 
attitude and had come to the facility hoping that attention to detail would 
somehow take her mind off of her fantastic weekend and the apparent 
evaluation that had taken place in her own life during that brief period. 

Still, as she walked thru the door she was completely aware of the wetness 
in her crotch. She was also aware of the exceedingly strong sense of strange 
excitement that was pervading her life. And she wished actually that even 
though it was stimulating, she could eliminate it because she didn't 
understand it. 

She went into the room that she knew would be her office. It was sparse, 
military, and she smiled to herself. Perhaps a plant or two would warm it up 
and make it more 

cohesive for her. She would do that later in the day. She went to her desk. 
It was bare of paper and she opened a drawer and found that it was bare of 
pencils and the various paraphernalia needed to run an office. That would be 
her first task. She walked out of the room, past a long row of desks to the 
storeroom and got herself an armful of scratch pads, pencils and pens, 
stapler, a staple puller, some paperclips, and went back to her office. 

She was beginning to function, and except for the wetness in her crotch 
which was now quite distracting, she was beginning to feel more like the 
business woman she knew herself to be. 

She counted the desks. There were seven of them. At nine o'clock seven men 
reported in. They were young, but she had anticipated that. All were in 
their early twenties, all APPEARED to be married, perhaps fathers, and she 
knew that they would be on the base for two weeks before returning to their 
civilian jobs. 

It happened to them a couple of times a year, and she knew that for the 
large part men like this thought of their two week National Guard stint as a 
lark and a way to get away from home. 

She had resisted many, many advances by men such as this in the past as they 
had moved in and out of her spectrum as she worked for the Major. 

Now it was a completely different situation. They were working for her. She 
was in command of their operation. They seemed attractive and easy-going. 
She was aware that they were surprised that their commander would be a 
woman. She still didn't know her title and smiled to herself at the fact 
that this was probably a very unmilitary-like operation and hoped that the 
Major would not run afoul of rules and regulations as he tried to clear the 
air for her to function in her new capacity. 

There was nothing she could do, he simply had to pull some strings and she 
knew he was doing it. She smiled to herself again-provided, of course, he 
wasn't someplace pulling on his beautiful cock like she wanted to be pulling 
on her clitoris. 

She had to fight the impulse to walk over to his office which was nearby. It 
would be fun to walk in on him and fuck him. It might only take five 
minutes. She almost got up and walked out the door. 

But then she didn't. By eleven a.m. she had the office running smoothly with 
assignments handed out, the men related to specific desks and a gentle hum 
of efficiency began to take over. No one really knew what they were doing, 
but certain basic things had to be done and the men quickly grasped the need 
for some kind of efficiency and appeared to be quite cooperative. 

From her desk she could see out the door into the room. She realized the men 
eyed her from time to time, but they were quite respectful and she was aware 
that it was the newness of the situation more than anything else that caused 
that. It was somewhat past 11:00 however, when Carrie looked directly into 
the crotch of a man who was sitting behind a typewriter working lazily and 
realized that he had an almost full erection pressing against his trousers. 
She could see the swelling clearly. It seemed to run a good 6 inches down 
his left leg. She stared at his pulsating penis in fascination. She felt 
excitement in her own crotch. She wondered what to do. 

She closed her eyes. This was too much. Too much input of sexual 
stimulation. Her mouth seemed to water. The penis looked thick and hard. She 
wanted to touch it. She turned away to make a phone call. 

Then, as she was talking, she felt her head pulled back towards the young 
man's crotch as if by invisible strings. 

She found her conversation disjointed. Nervously she excused herself and 
said she'd call back and hung up the phone. She had to do SOMETHING. She had 
not been prepared for such a strong sexual impulse. 

Finally, not knowing what to do, she called the man in the office. He had 
looked up startled when he saw her standing in the door. She spoke his name 
and said: 

"Would you please come here?" 

It was only then that he had become self conscious of his erection. He 
hesitated about getting up from the chair. Carrie looked directly as his 
crotch and said: "It's all right, please come in here. I need you for a 
moment." 

The young man had picked up. He wasn't really sure what he had picked up, 
but he was aware that Carrie knew about his swollen cock. Awkwardly, his 
hand in his pocket, he walked casually into her office. He stopped just 
inside. Carrie was sitting behind the desk. 

"Please close the door," she said, smiling. 

He closed the door and turned back to her. He felt totally awkward. 

Carrie realized this. She also felt awkward. Finally she decided to be blunt 
and straight forward. There wasn't anything else to do. 

"I could see your hard-on from my chair," she declared flatly. She smiled. 

The man was embarrassed. 

"No, please," Carrie said. "I LIKED what I saw. That's EXACTLY why I called 
you in." 

She couldn't believe what she was saying. Somehow her mother flashed thru 
her mind. She knew her mother had never done anything like that. She knew 
she wanted a different kind of life that her mother had. 

"Please come around my desk," she said. 

She was determined to go through with her openness. Almost blindly the young 
man came to her desk. He didn't know what to expect. 

Carrie realized his predicament. 

"Please," she said. "I love the looks of your cock, and I want to play with 
it" 

She couldn't believe the words that were tumbling out of her mouth. But her 
feeling was strong that she was doing the right thing. 

The man's cock had grown softer, his nervousness was pervading his system. 

Carrie, with the man in front of her now once she turned her chair to the 
side, simply reached forward and unzipped his fly. She looked up directly 
into his eyes. 

"It's all right. Your name is Kevin?" 

"Yes ma'am, Kevin" he said. 

"Kevin" she said. "It's all right. I want you to be my friend. And believe 
me, your big cock pleases me." 

As she was saying that her hand found his naked cock flesh and she slowly, 
carefully, eased his penis out of his pants. It was only semi-stiff now, but 
she could see its potential and she gently began to pump it back and forth, 
all the time looking into his eyes. 

Then she looked down at his penis in her hand. She held it up. She milked 
its foreskin back. It had a purplish tip and was quivering. It was quite 
different in size and texture from John Malcolm's cock, she thought to 
herself. Then she announced with glee, "I'm getting to be an expert jack-off 
artist." 

She stroked Kevin's cock several times slowly and gently. Full, long 
strokes. The entire length of his throbbing shaft. She felt it begin to 
respond. She looked up at him again. 

"It's huge, like I thought it would be." 

Then she turned her eyes back to the growing penis. She put her face down to 
it. She could smell the pungent male order. It was a lovely smell. She 
opened her mouth and slid her softened lips over the knob. 

Kevin was three-quarters erect and very quickly began to grow quite fast as 
Carrie moved her mouth backwards and forward sucking happily. She was very 
gentle and very sensuous. 

Within a moment Kevin was erect. He looked down in fascination. He had never 
seen such a beautiful woman. Her red hair glistened in the soft office 
light. He wondered what her naked body was like. He could see she was tall 
and full and wondered if her breasts were ready as ripe and full as they 
appeared to be thru her sweater. It was such a soft business-like sweater he 
couldn't really tell. She obviously had not dressed to turn somebody on but 
to be efficient. These thoughts went through his mind as he watched her red 
soft lips move back and forth down the length of his shaft. He almost closed 
his eyes in ecstasy as he felt the sensitive knob of his hard cock pushing 
against the roof of her mouth, probing down into her soft red hot and slick 
throat. He wondered what her cunt was like. Would it be as soft as her 
throat, or softer? Was she a NATURAL redhead? He was sure she was. He had 
never fucked a redhead and he had never seen such a beautiful woman. 

He decided to take an action. Slowly he pushed her head away from his big 
cock. 

For Carrie it was perfect timing. Her cunt was simply throbbing with heat. 
She wanted his pulsating. She responded to his push by leaning back in her 
chair and simultaneously raising her skirt. Quickly she pulled off her 
pantyhose. 

Kevin stared down at her in fascination. Her lush legs spreading out on 
either side of him. He stared in disbelief at 

her curly red pubic hair. He reached down and touched it with his finger. 
Carrie was dripping, of course. Kevin's cock jumped. Then he quickly 
straightened up and dropped his trousers, stepped out of them and put his 
cock against the outer swollen lips of Carrie's beautiful, hungry, demanding 
cunt. 

He didn't wait. There was no need to wait. He simply let himself slide up 
into the warm heat of her vaginal tract and held still, waiting to see if 
her cuntal muscles would stroke him or if he had to move back and forth. 

Carrie paused and then suddenly began to suck on his cock which felt 
delicious to her, with her cuntal muscles. She had developed them and was 
able to create a strong suction. 

Kevin looked into her eyes. 

"Fantastic you sure can suck cock good!" 

She relaxed somewhat. She liked this young man. She liked his spontaneity. 

Kevin began to fuck her, moving slowly back and forth for a moment, and then 
rapidly becoming caught up in his own passion. Within moments he was pile 
driving his cock in and out of her cunt, cum was almost at the tip before he 
realized it. 

Carrie, sensing the beauty of their connection, grabbed him around the 
shoulders and threw her legs around his waist and tried to shove her hot, 
demanding cunt as far against his stomach as she could, throbbing her pelvic 
area, vibrating it, doing everything she could to fuck back at him. 

Within seconds they came in a massive, all-consuming orgasm. It crept up on 
Carrie. She didn't realize she was so close to cuming. And then, when she 
realized it was happening, she put her hot lips against his ear and 
whispered throatily: 

"Kevin, my God! Kevin! I'm Cuming! Ooooooohhhhhhh! Ooooooohhhhhhh Yes! Fuck 
me, Kevin! Fuck me! Your cock is so long. Harder! Harder! OHhhhhhhhhhh Yes! 
Yes!" 

And then they relaxed. 

Kevin stood up, somewhat self consciously. Carrie leaned forward and took 
his cock in her mouth. She sucked it lovingly. She licked the bottom of it. 
The underside of it. She kissed it and caressed it. She milked the semen out 
of it, swallowing it lovingly, trying to make him feel comfortable. She knew 
his self consciousness and she didn't want to destroy a good thing. She 
wanted this young man's hard cock again. 

"Then, when he was completely soft, she somewhat stuffed his penis back in 
his pants and looked up at him, smiling. 

'There, fix yourself up," she said. "That was really beautiful, and if you 
don't mind, I'd like to do it again." 

The smile on her face was the reassuring thing. Kevin was not witless. He 
had just been taken by surprise by the sexual woman. 

"Anytime boss. Anytime you want to get fucked," he told her. 

"I'm sorry, but you have to go now," she said. "The others will suspect. 
OK?" 

"Okay," he smiled and went out the door, leaving the door open. 

Carrie sat back. "My God, what have I done" she thought. She began to have 
some pretty, bad feelings. She began to punish herself. Her mother flashed 
through her mind. Her mother wouldn't have approved, she thought. But the 
military? What kind of a military woman am I? She didn't know. And then 
there was the under current of excitement. It had not gone. She was aware 
that nothing 

was driving that away. She eased back in her chair. She felt semen oozing 
out of her vagina. She reached under her skirt, trying to plug the opening 
with her fingers. Then she broadened her hand, letting it fit snugly over 
the curve of her pubic mound, her eyes watching the door to make sure none 
of the men were close. 

And then she raised her hand to her lips and licked the semen away. She put 
her hand back to get some more. She was astonished at the sexual personality 
she was developing. Her father would have been abhorred. 

As she sat, alternately touching her cuntal opening and then licking her 
semen laden fingers and staring at the door, she suddenly realized the power 
she had over the men, if her power over Kevin was any indication. She was 
suddenly sure that it was. And it struck her as a power she absolutely had 
never had before and perhaps did not want now. Yet there was the excitement 
and the knowledge that she had indeed just had sex with someone she was 
supposed to be in charge of. It was a concept new to her. And she felt 
herself strongly resisting it. 

Yet, it had been a juicy orgasm. And Kevin was a young handsome stud. She 
realized she was not that much older, but still five years in the 20's is 
quite a bit of difference, and she felt distinctly older. 

Had he found her attractive? She was sure he had. And she had loved his 
response. 

She left the office early, making an excuse, and hurried home, covering the 
three short blocks in a matter of minutes, leaving her car at the curb and 
rushing inside, closing and locking the door, not even opening a window, 
rushing to her bottle of scotch and taking an enormous belt as a way of 
bringing her life back into focus. 

She would have been totally frightened had she not been simultaneously aware 
of her growing sense of frustration at 

not being able to understand the undercurrent of excitement that was 
effecting everything in her life now. 

She grabbed an apple and a banana and some cheese from her refrigerator and 
sat down on her living room couch with her scotch and began to nibble and 
drink. She realized, after the first bite of apple, that she was ravenously 
hungry, not having eaten the entire day. Somewhere midway through the apple 
and the cheese she stood up and took off her clothes. They seemed too 
binding, too restricting, and her crotch was simply driving her crazy with 
its heat. 

She looked at the banana, recognizing instantly its phallic shape. She 
picked it up, held it in front of her, her other hand holding her glass of 
scotch. She sipped and looked at the banana. She leaned back and spread her 
crotch open. She put the banana against her pouting lips. She did not 
insert, she simply rubbed the length of it against the lips, enjoying the 
coolness, somehow identifying with its sexual nature. And then she laid it 
back down on the table and closed her legs. Finally, as she sat there 
somewhat in bewilderment and somewhat in excitement, it dawned on her that 
she had not turned on any lights in her apartment, but had simply lit a 
candle. She wondered about that, and then smiled, identifying it with her 
love of the candlelit weekend she had just spent. 

She was dead wrong about that, but she had no way of knowing it. 

She walked into her bathroom and got under the shower. The scotch sitting on 
the sink along side, her mouth still full of a healthy bite of apple and 
cheese. She let the hot water pour against the back of her neck as she 
chewed. She put her head down slightly, her eyes closed. The warmth felt 
terrific. 

She flipped her hand back and forth across her clitoris and smiled to 
herself, astonished at how lively and responsive it was. 

Kevin's cock was running rampant in her mind. It had been so big, so hard, 
so thrilling. Then she realized that it should have been John's cock. His 
had been even more beautiful, or at least the weekend had been fantastic, 
even wondrous. She shook her head. She took her hand away from her vagina 
and turned her breasts against the hot, stinging sprays. 

She had to have an orgasm. She realized that. She switched the shower knob 
from shower to faucet and the water began to come out of the tub faucet. She 
lay down. It was the right temperature, but it was coming out too hard, she 
adjusted the pressure. When it was right she lay on her back in the tub, her 
feet up against the wall above her, her clitoris directly under the 
demanding, tantalizing stream of water. 

Instantly Carrie began to cum. 

"Oh My God!" she said. "Oh God!" She was talking to no one. In the quietness 
of her bathroom she was not concerned with sound. And so a restriction was 
gone from her body. Now her voice became louder. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhhh!" It was penetrating, demanding. One orgasm 
after another blended in her crotch and she realized happily that the water 
would satisfy her, that a major, all-consuming orgasm was approaching. 

She gasped, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! YESSSSSSS! DAMNIT!" AHHHHHHHHHHH!" It was so 
unlike her, so unreal, that she was aware of what she was doing and it was 
exciting. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she began saying over and over. And then 
finally the orgasm swept thru her body and as did Carrie's voice became a 
loud, demanding wail. 

almost unintelligible as she said: 

"AHHHHHHHHH! I'm cuming! I'm cuming! Cu cuming!" over and over. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

She couldn't remember when she had slept that well and she was smiling to 
herself in appreciation as she walked into the office the next morning. 

She said hello to the men as she walked in and noticed a slight change in 
their attitude, but she thought nothing of it. She could hear her phone 
ringing in her office and she hurried in to pick it up. 

It was John Malcolm. He was breezy and light-hearted and wanted to invite 
her out to dinner. They talked somewhat happily and she kidded him to see if 
they were going back to the same restaurant. They left it up in the air, 
depending on how tired she was at the end of the day, since it was a new 
job. He told her about his new secretary and wondered if she would be able 
to find any time during the day to swing by and give her a few tips. 

By the time she had hung up, Carrie's mind was completely focused on her new 
job. It wasn't until a little bit before 10:30 that she even managed to 
glance up and look out into the room. 

Kevin was sitting in the same place. Again his crotch was open, but he had 
no erection. She looked right at his crotch, smiling. And then, finally it 
seemed that she got his attention and Kevin looked up. He gave her a slight 
wave, and then suddenly she reached down to squeeze his penis. She smiled 
and shook her head and then went back to work. 

It was only then that she became aware of the continuation of the strange 
excitement that she had been feeling now for several days. So much in fact, 
she found it difficult to concentrate. She found herself thinking of Kevin's 
pulsating penis. Then the Major's huge cock. Then Kevin's again. Did she 
dare call him into the office again? Did she want to? Her crotch became wet 
as she sat there. She became aware of it. She put her hand to her forehead, 
looking down at the desk. 

From Kevin's point of view it looked like she was reading. But actually 
Carrie's eyes were closed. She was struggling with herself. Did she want 
more sex with Kevin's cock? Yes, she sure did. But she resisted. Somehow, 
flickering images of her father and mother swept across her psyche. Surely 
she couldn't have sex with Kevin every day, as delightful as it was. And 
then there was this evening, and John Malcolm's cock waiting for her if she 
wanted it. She thought to herself it was funny she would be thinking sexual 
thoughts almost exclusively when her mind focused on these men. That WAS 
unusual for her. She decided she didn't like it. It was scary. She wanted 
something else. She didn't know what. The unexplainable excitement burned 
inside of her-would she ever get the answer? 

She decided to get up from the desk and move around. It might help get her 
mind back on the right track. She got up from the desk. She remembered she 
had wanted a ruler and she strode out of the office back toward the 
stockroom, passing the various desks as she went along. 

The men spoke to her just brief hellos and she nodded back. She noticed 
their eyes sweeping down over her body as she walked along. It WAS exciting. 
There was something different about the way they were behaving. She hurried 
into the stockroom. 

Once inside she leaned against the counter breathing 

deeply, trying to resist the tremendous surge of excitement the men's 
sweeping appraisal of her had created. 

When she had recovered she looked briefly, but only briefly, for the ruler. 
When she found it she grabbed it, but realized she didn't want to walk back 
through that room immediately. She put her hands on the production desk, 
resting her weight against it, looking down. And she stared in amazement at 
the hand gripping the ruler. Her fingers had closed at the 7-1/2 inch 
marking. She smiled to herself as the thought of John Malcolm's cock shot 
into her mind. 

She felt a sense of anticipation. Tonight she could play with it again. Then 
she straightened up and looked around. It was quiet and dark in the 
stockroom. The light hand not been turned on yet. She seemed safe and 
remote, and suddenly she was aware of the almost rampant surging in her 
vagina. 

She leaned back against the counter and glanced toward the door. She was 
safe, alone, and the hallway outside was constructed in such a way that 
anybody approaching the storeroom would have cast a shadow against the wall. 
She knew she was safe. 

She reached down and lifted her skirt. She had decided to wear a garter belt 
and stockings. She slid her hand inside of her pants, feeling the red hair 
of her pussy, loving its texture. But her fingers were hungry. Quickly they 
probed down into the wet, warm, inviting depths of the vagina. A gasp came 
to her throat at the moisture. She had just simply never been this wet on 
such a constant basis. She smiled to herself. Her fingers flicked at the 
clitoris. The warmth grew rapidly in her stomach like a coal suddenly 
getting red hot, glowing. She began to move her finger. 

Then the pants distracted her and she stopped, hesitating, then realized she 
could do it, and quickly took her pants off and stuffed them in her skirt 
pocket. Now her 

crotch was open. Her hand pressed across her clitoris. She was almost at the 
point of orgasm within seconds. Her eyes remained focused on the hallway 
outside the storeroom door, watching for shadows. But her mind and body 
zeroed in on the passion building in her crotch. Her hand was flying. Her 
passion building at an incredible speed. 

She began to gasp quietly, trying to remain silent. 

Behind her, in the dark corner of the storeroom, Tory Evens watched in 
amazement. His fly was open and his cock erect. He had been going insane 
with desire with Carrie ever since last night in the beer parlor when he had 
heard Kevin's story of how sexual she was. He had been standing in the 
storeroom masturbating when Carrie approached. And he had stood frozen, 
awaiting discovery should she turn on the light And then had realized he was 
safe when she didn't turn the light on and he had continued to stroke 
himself, watching in total fascination as he saw her lift her skirt, take 
off her pants and begin to play with herself. 

A giant, crude man of the streets, Tory did not know about sophisticated 
lovemaking. Though he had lost his virginity at the age of 10, and now at 23 
had had so many women, half of them simply stand up fucks in some alley or 
some doorway or some relatively unsophisticated place, that he was literally 
a sexual animal whose life evolved around sex more than anything else. His 
National Guard duty was simply a defense mechanism, since he had no 
education, no training to take him into a high paying profession, and as 
such was a natural for armed forces services. And so he was protecting 
himself by being in the National Guard in the hopes that he would avoid 
induction, should some kind of war break out. 

Tory had no goals. No ambitions. Life was just fine with him the way it was 
at this moment in his life. He loved the 

feeling of his cock, which was thick and long. And he was in the habit of 
having from 3 to 4 orgasms a day, day in, day out, mostly through the use of 
his hands. The sight in front of him inflamed him beyond all reason. 

It was as she began to gasp with her orgasm that Tory's giant hand slipped 
over her mouth and Carrie felt the cold, penetrating thrust of total danger 
sweep thru her body. Her hand jerked away from her cunt and she would have 
sprung around naturally except Tory had already spun her. Her body whirled. 
Her belly pressed against his and his hands quickly reversed itself to cover 
her mouth from the other angle. 

Fortunately, Carrie recognized him as he loomed above her, but she also 
recognized the lust glazed look on his face. Then, before she could do 
anything by way of struggling, she felt his giant cock press against her 
cunt. 

He had moved so swiftly that her skirt hadn't even had time to drop and 
cover her. And now, pushing her against the counter, Tory simply pushed his 
cock into the opening between her legs. His hand reached down, trying to 
guide it inside of her, his other hand not only covering her mouth but 
pushing her head back severely so that she couldn't move. 

To her utter astonishment, Carrie felt herself spread her legs. And when she 
did his giant cock slid into her belly in one solid, piston-like stroke. 
Tory knew instinctively from his years on the streets, that the spreading of 
the legs meant she wouldn't scream, and he took his hand away from her mouth 
and began kissing her passionately, his mouth open, his tongue probing. 

It took Carrie a second to adjust, to overcome her own reservations. But 
something was driving her. He had caught her at the absolutely perfect 
moment. She wanted his big cock. She loved the feeling in her stomach. She 
began to 

suck on his tongue, opening her mouth as wide as she could. It was crude, 
brutal, unattractive, and yet there was something animal and stimulating 
about it. There was that tremendous force pummeling into her midsection. 
Tory's pumping hips were simply driving his cock in wild abandon into the 
red, succulent, dripping cunt he had imagined for the past ten hours or so. 

The reason for Carrie's response was that she began to cum almost instantly 
when the cock penetrated her. She had been so dose before Tory touched her, 
and now the stimulation was perfect and she was ready. 

It was only when she was thru cuming that she began to concentrate on the 
pile driving brutality of the young man's pelvis and her hatred for what was 
happening. Suddenly it was disgusting. Suddenly it seemed evil. Suddenly it 
seemed confusing. 

And quickly that vanished. She realized he had made her have an orgasm. She 
realized the excitement of it. And then all thoughts were driven from her 
brain as her survival instincts took over. The pounding of his giant body 
against hers was almost too much. And yet, she recognized an excitement 
growing inside of her at the sheer knowledge he was about to ejaculate into 
her belly. 

She tried to push back. However, there was no pushing back against Tory. It 
was his ballgame. His strength was far too superior. 

And then he came. A massive, ripping surge of semen roaring up out of his 
testicles with heat and urgency and Carrie felt it splatter inside of her 
belly, hitting her cervix and womb. She thought he would never stop cuming. 
The spurts were tremendously exciting to her. Not so much in a sexual way, 
and that was to bother her later, but now she held as firmly as she could 
and let the giant man spend his sexual seed inside of her. 

When the orgasm had passed, Tory simply pulled his cock out of her. It made 
a distinct noise as it popped out of Carrie's cunt. 

Quickly she reached down to grab it. She wanted to feel it before it lost 
its size. She wanted to caress it and touch it. 

A sound of astonishment caught in her throat at its massive size. It was the 
biggest cock she had ever seen. She bent forward to see it more clearly. She 
turned him so that the light would hit it better. She milked at it, getting 
a big, large white glob of semen to form at the end from her milking 
movement. She reached down and accepted the semen in her mouth and swallowed 
it, loving the taste. She continued to milk. She knew instinctively that 
Tory was a man who could probably fuck her the entire day. A man of 
consummate sexual energy. 

As she leaned forward looking at his rigid penis, Carrie felt the first gobs 
of semen begin the trickle down the inside of her leg. Quickly she put her 
hand in her crotch to stop the flow, not wanting it to ooze down over her 
stockings. 

Tory's penis was not losing its strength or its rigidity. She milked her 
cuntal muscles on it in fascination. Then he bent forward even more to put 
her mouth over the giant knob. She could only get the knob itself inside, 
the shaft was too big. She realized she would have to really work to get her 
mouth open far enough to actually take the length of it inside. She moved 
her lips as softly as she could back and forth over the knob, all the while 
moving her hand up and down the shaft. Tory simply loomed over her, quite 
satiated and now totally fascinated. No woman had ever aroused him. He was 
too simplistic to be thinking in terms of discover, and so he stood there 
letting the tall, luscious, redheaded turned-on woman milk his huge cock. 

He knew he would not get soft. He knew his penis would stay hard as long as 
he was involved in a sexual situation. And so he just stared down at the top 
of Carrie's head as it bobbed up and down. 

An overwhelming need to have the giant cock inside of her again began to 
come over Carrie. She weighed the possibilities of discovery. Could she take 
the chance? Her fingers which were covering the opening of her vagina began 
to move back and forth against her clitoris. Her passion was running high 
suddenly. She knew she could cum. She decided to take a chance. 

She straightened up. 

"Again?" she said questioningly, and nodded her head. 

"Sure," Tory said, "sure." 

It had never entered his mind NOT to go again. 

Quickly Carrie turned her back toward him and put her elbows out on the 
counter so that she was bending forward and reached back between her legs 
and took his pulsating penis and guided it into her gaping vagina from 
behind. 

Tory began to fuck her. 

Carrie closed her eyes in disbelief, not anticipating and certainly now not 
believing the incredible feeling of his throbbing pole of rigid cock flesh 
as it slid into her now, and not so urgently, up the full length of her 
vaginal tract. 

For some reason Tory moved slowly, which was just what Carrie wanted. He 
pumped it in and out, savoring the erotic pleasure himself. He put his hands 
on either side of Carrie's smooth buttocks, holding her skirt up so he could 
see the full, voluptuousness of her appealing shape. He seemed to go out of 
focus with reality. His psyche, eyes and attention all focused on the 
magnificent sexual spectacle in front of him. He watched in fascination as 
his giant cock moved in and out and with equal fascination as Carrie's 
swollen, red, cuntal lips seemed to pull out as he pulled out, and then fold 
in as he pushed in, as though kissing and 

caressing his giant pole. 

Carrie slipped her hand down to her clitoris. It was all she needed. Only a 
few strokes had occurred when another major orgasm rippled up thru her body. 
She pushed back as hard as she could and at the push Tory simply responded 
in a natural way and began to fuck her harder, ever harder with great, long, 
pile driving strokes. 

By some miracle they came together. And it wasn't until she was midway 
through her orgasm that Carrie realized that the added thrill she was 
getting was coming from hot gobs of semen. There weren't too many of them, 
but she felt them distinctly. She was astonished that the giant man could 
cum THAT quickly, but she didn't question it. She put her knuckles against 
her mouth to keep from making a sound, her eyes closed, her entire body 
pushing back as far as she could, trying to open itself up for maximum 
penetration as the orgasm swept over her. 

A short time later, back in her office, Carrie sat staring at the locked 
door. She had simply closed herself in, isolated herself, convinced she had 
to think through what it was that was happening to her. It was so confusing, 
so bewildering. God, how she had fantasized for years and years about being 
raped. How she had feared it and then only recently, perhaps the last two 
years, she actually worked out a plan where if she was raped she would not 
only relax and enjoy it, but get right into it. 

And now, suddenly, without any question, she had been totally and completely 
RAPED. There was no question in her mind, that had she resisted Tory in the 
storeroom, he would have done virtually the same thing as he did by her 
cooperating. 

And the excitement-it was total, bewildering. She sat there, her skirt 
raised, her crotch open, her fingers against the opening of her vagina, the 
love juices still oozing out. 

She would ladle it up to her mouth and suck it in and then put her hand back 
down to collect some more. Her mind was racing, trying to penetrate. Would 
her mother have ENJOYED that rape? 

Then suddenly the thought became clear to Carrie. Her mother WOULD have, 
enjoyed the rape. Her mother really would have enjoyed it. But why? It was 
different, THAT'S why. It was not boring. But surely violence of that nature 
was not what appealed to Carrie. Surely she didn't want to go through the 
rest of her life being raped in order to be turned on. 

Her mind flickered to John, and then to Kevin and her fantastic excitement 
with both men. What had been different about that? They certainly weren't 
rapes, although John had faked a rape. What was it? Suddenly the 
crystalization occurred. What it was was that it was different? Why did she 
have the negative feelings? She was beginning to think it all through, she 
was beginning to see openings in her logic. She was beginning to see the 
pathway for her thoughts. Maybe light at the end of the tunnel. She 
continued to think. She had been turned on, so that in itself was evidence. 
What was it she DIDN'T like? 

The incident with Kevin leaped to her mind. She had been in complete control 
then. That was the one instance where rape of sorts had not entered the 
picture in the last few days. Control-control-her mind grasped at the 
thought. Control. She realized she could call Tory into the office right now 
and do the same thing again. And she considered doing it, and then stopped, 
aware that her sexual excitement had increased at the prospect. Why was 
that? She could go over to John Malcolm's office and probably fuck him. That 
excited her. Tonight there would be sex with John if she wanted it. 

The clue came through loud and clear at last. Control. 

Control was what she wanted. With that realization she with equal suddenness 
became aware of why she had had the strange excitement since that wild 
Saturday night with John. The answer was simple; by signing the papers and 
getting her new position she had been given, quite by accident, control and 
she had INTERPRETED THAT as being control of her sexual destiny. 

Now she understood why her action with Kevin had been so exciting. She 
understood why her action with Tory had-though exciting-had been still 
slightly frustrating. She had not had TOTAL control. 

She flipped all of the fingers of her right hand all the way into her cunt 
and began fucking herself with pleasure. She had the answer. She stopped the 
fucking motion. It became obvious to her, she was a woman seeking challenge. 
She was a woman whose mother had had a shabby sex life and who had been busy 
all these years inculcating her daughter with a set of formulae that were 
not applicable. And now she had broken thru. There would be NO MORE rape 
situations. There would be similar situations, but if anything, SHE would be 
the one doing the raping. Her body seemed to expand beneath her. Her cunt 
seemed to be begging for something more inside of it. She suddenly felt 
power. She felt relieved. For the first time she could understand, the 
strange excitement that had been her constant companion for the last several 
days. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

She had called John and begged off for the evening, promising him that it 
was not his fault, but that she wasn't feeling well. He understood. They 
made a date for two nights hence and Carrie went home in a glow of 
anticipation. 

She was looking forward with eager anticipation to the evening. She thought 
it MIGHT BE the most profound evening of her life. She wanted to be alone. 
She wanted to make notes, if necessary. She wanted to pull all of the loose 
ends together, because now she had the one thing she had never had 
before-POWER to control her sexual destiny and that seemed inordinately 
appealing to her as she drove the three blocks and went inside and poured 
her first martini. 

She was still very much awake at I:30 A.M. She had gone over all the details 
a hundred times and every single time everything seemed to fit in place. She 
was feeling absolutely fantastic There was no way she could sleep. She was 
aware of a truth. At least for the time being what she wanted was exactly 
the opposite of what her mother had and what she had been taught to expect. 
She wanted UNCONVENTIONAL sexual relationships. 

Everything about the last few days was explained in that realization. 
Unconventional, and though she felt a little bit afraid, she was excited, 
and now certainly totally willing. 

She began to think of Tory's giant cock. Then Kevin's. Then back to Tory's, 
back to Kevin. It was all so fascinating. If they were only available to her 
right now. If they were only just sitting there on that couch. Or better 
still, if she were only laying there on that couch. Or better still, if she 
were only laying there on that couch with them towering above her, their 
erect penises rampant with hardness, waiting to push their huge cocks inside 
her. 

She wondered if she was going crazy. But she realized with humor that she 
wasn't. That she was finally released from a great barrier and that though 
this might be temporary, it was going to be explored and hopefully 
consummated in total so that she could understand it. 

She began to walk around the apartment. She hadn't had much to drink, and so 
she stopped in the kitchen and fixed herself another martini, enjoying the 
glow within her body. 

It was as she was staring down at the dry vermouth bottle and absorbing its 
phallic shape, that the thought occurred to her. Both Tory and Kevin were 
available to her, and right now. They just didn't happen to be in her 
apartment, that's all. 

Quickly her mind shot back to the barracks where she knew they were 
sleeping. She imagined row after row of sleeping men. Somewhere in there was 
Tory's great hulk of a cock and Kevin's sensitive, enjoyable, lusty penis. 

She stood, staring down at the bottle. The drink still sitting on the sink 
top, her hand on its base, frozen in thought Then quickly she smiled to 
herself, picked up the martini and drank it in one delicious gulp and almost 
ran to the door. 

She stopped at the door then, suddenly, abruptly realized how inadequately 
dressed she was. She ran to her bedroom and removed the robe she was wearing 
and quickly put on a loose fitting Scottish sweater and a full 

peasant skirt over her naked body, slipped into a pair of loafers, and 
returned to the door. 

Seven minutes later she was at the barracks. She let herself in, softly 
closing the door behind her. She could hear the breathing of men and she 
waited until her eyes adjusted, to the total darkness inside. Finally she 
began to see the shapes of bunks and the whiteness of sheets, and then the 
shape of windows as the outside blueness seemed to light up the interior. 

She was shaking with excitement. She paused, trying to calm herself down and 
said to herself, "Honey, if you want something unconventional, you are now 
doing it" She smiled, the thought gave her pleasure. Somehow it calmed her. 
But how could she find the men? Perhaps Tory would be the easiest to find, 
since he was so tall. 

She slipped out of her shoes in order to be quiet, and began to walk 
carefully down the aisle between the bunks. She could see quite well now. 
About a third of the way down on the right she stopped in her tracks. The 
giant hulk of Tory lay spread out on the bunk and there was no mistaking who 
it was. 

She moved beside his bed. She was terrified in a way. There was no telling 
what he or anyone else would do if she were discovered. Somehow that didn't 
matter. She felt reasonably certain no harm would come to her. 

She sat down ever so gently on the edge of his bed. Her mind seemed to close 
out the rest of the barracks. She watched the giant man breathe deeply as he 
slept, lying on his back. She could make out his shape under the blanket. 
And finally, when she had zeroed in on where his crotch actually was, she 
put her hand out to try and feel his penis. 

It was lying up against his stomach and she could feel the giant girth as it 
lay there in softness. Tory's body moved quickly, which startled Carrie, and 
then she realized 

he had not awakened. She was very gentle, and left her hand on his cock for 
perhaps two full minutes, feeling it slowly expand in size, but still lay 
back gently against his stomach. 

With great care, she began to lower the blankets from his body. She took her 
hand away from his penis briefly to pull the blankets down, hoping that the 
cooler air against his naked body would not awaken him. When the blankets 
were down around his knees, Carrie lifted his penis ever so gently and 
continued to stroke it. It began to grow more rapidly. When she was certain 
it was hard enough for penetration, she stood up and moved her body to 
straddle his giant body, moving as carefully and gently as she could so as 
not to awaken him. 

Finally she was in position, her hand back between her legs, guiding the 
giant knob of his huge penis against the opening of her pouting vagina. She 
felt it slip inside of her cunt lips and held it firmly as she slowly eased 
her body down. It penetrated softly. She could feel its girth fill her 
vagina. It was slow and oozing and it was tremendously exciting, adding a 
dimension to her already existing excitement, and Carrie began to wonder if 
she had made a mistake because she didn't know whether she could remain slow 
and quiet much longer, the feeling was so intense. 

Finally, when she had his penis entirely inside of her, she breathed a sigh 
of relief, and began a slow milking with her vaginal muscles, trying to suck 
the giant penis further up inside of her. She could feel it growing. It was 
beginning to get hard. She was almost at the point of orgasm, not so much 
from clitoral stimulation, but simply from her own excitement from the 
bizarre adventure. She knew that Tory would awaken any moment. 

When she felt she had waited as long as she could, she leaned forward and 
pressed her lips against his lips and 

began to kiss him. Instantly, he awoke. But he seemed to know instinctively 
what was happening. For a brief moment Carrie grew frightened as she felt 
his giant hands on her shoulders and herself being pushed away, but he was 
only trying to get her face in focus so he could see WHO it was. 

As soon as he recognized her, Tory relaxed his hands and drew her back to 
his mouth. He began to move his hips, sliding up and down, up and down, into 
her dripping cunt. He couldn't believe how slippery it was. His passionate 
excitement began to grow. In and out the giant prick went, and Carrie became 
lost in exotic feelings. She stopped kissing Tory, burying her face in his 
neck, wanting to concentrate on the tremendous heat her cunt was getting. 

She moved as much as she could, but the giant man's movements alone were 
adequate. She began to cum. She murmured against his neck, whispering, very 
softly, not wanting to awaken anyone. 

"Oh, yes! Oh! Oooooooooohhhhhhhh Oooooooohhhhhhhh." 

Her whispers were long and slow, mimicking exactly the long slow pulsations 
of sexuality ripping thru her body. She felt completely excited. 

She felt Tory shooting his semen into her. For some reason his body just 
seemed to go lax, there was none of the driving, forcing sexuality of the 
stockroom. 

For Tory it was like a wet dream more than a sexual experience. And as his 
semen shot into her he finished fucking and simply went back to sleep. 
Carrie didn't understand this. She enjoyed his hot semen and the fact that 
his giant cock in her flaming pussy was still hard and throbbing. She did 
wonder why his body stopped moving, but thought he was just resting after 
the orgasm. She sat up and began to fuck back and forth, her pelvis picking 
up a rhythm that slowly drove her to an even greater dimension of sexuality. 
She ground and ground, her eyes closed, her hands resting along side of the 
giant body, her total focus on the burning ember of sexuality in her 
stomach. 

It was only moments after her fifth multiple orgasm in that position, 
orgasms which had been seemingly continuous, that Carrie heard Tory snore. 
The sound startled her. She could hear other men snoring, but there was no 
mistaking that this was Tory snoring because the sound was so close. She 
paused, anger flared up inside of her. And suddenly she realized the 
foolishness of anger and she began to laugh. His cock was, still deeply 
embedded in her. She was, cuming time after time. If Tory could sleep 
through it what the hell! 

She began to grind her cunt again. But there was something about the 
knowledge that the man she was fucking was sound asleep that still bothered 
her. Even though she worked up a couple of more orgasms, and realized that 
her cunt was simply aflame with desire, that her mind wandered to the fact 
that the room was literally full of cocks and there was no real need to stop 
here. 

She thought about this some more. Did she dare approach a stranger? Did she 
dare try to arouse ANOTHER man? And then she realized that she did. 

She pulled off Tory, kissed his penis, and pulled the blankets back up, 
smiling to herself. Semen was already running down her thighs. 

Which bed should she choose? What, would she do? Without figuring it out, 
and with the full realization that Kevin, because of his more normal size, 
would be almost impossible to find, she began to walk ever so softly down 
the aisle again. 

The man who stopped her, stopped her simply because the room was too warm 
for him and he was lying on top of 

his blanket and she could see his shape against the darker army-colored 
blanket, and his white shorts and his white t-shirt clearly defined his 
body. She touched his penis through his shorts, and was surprised to find 
that it was almost totally erect. She smiled to herself, a piss hard-on in 
the middle of the barracks. 

She climbed on top of the man. This time not so carefully, but still aware 
of the fact that she didn't want to wake him up. His penis stood up through 
the opening in his shorts. It was not overly large, but it was rock hard. 
Carrie sat down smoothly on the man's upraised cock and began a slow, 
fucking motion with her hips. 

The man stirred. And then, almost sat straight up. This surprised Carrie, 
but not so much that she couldn't quickly clamp her hand over his mouth. 
Sexual instinct told the man to relax. Her hot slippery cunt felt good. His 
cock pulsated in her hot cunt. And certainly he was getting the right kind 
of heat. He stared over her hand. He had not seen her. He did not know WHO 
she was. And in his state of relaxed excitation he really didn't give a 
damn. She felt his body unwinding. 

She took her hand away, bent forward and gently kissed him. He kissed back 
and began pumping his pelvis up and down. Carrie straightened up and began 
to fuck him, thrusting her cunt up and down, giving his penis that long 
pleasure ride in and out of her dripping vagina. She got almost carried away 
with such a different feeling, and she was right at the point of orgasm 
when, somebody lit a match not far from her face. 

A slight scream escaped her throat as she stared in disbelief at the 
intrusion. A smiling, man who was half asleep was leaning over from the next 
bunk, holding his arm out with the match in his hand, staring in disbelief 
at what he was seeing. 

"Dammit!" he laughed," what the hell is going on here?" 

He got out of bed and put his head close to his buddy's. 

'Tell me, what the fuck is going on?" he demanded. 

Carrie could hear him all too clearly. Her cunt had stopped moving. She was 
afraid to scream. It would only awaken others. 

"Damned if I know, but it's great." 

She heard it come from her partner. 

"Damned if I know, but keep the fucking light out, will you man." 

"Okay, Okay, I didn't know." 

Carrie felt a strange hand on her breasts. 

"She's downright beautiful. Feel those knockers!" 

Though they were just barely whispering, it seemed to Carrie the men were 
shouting. The hand felt good and she didn't mind, but she did not want the 
whole barracks to know she was in there. Or did she? 

"I'm going to cum." She heard her partner say tell this to his buddy. "Just 
stop your fucking moving till I get my rocks off, will you Mac?" 

She felt the hands go slack on her heaving breasts. She felt the man she was 
fucking begin to respond with cunt-grabbing precision. 

The motion of her cunt was all it took to make the man cum. She felt him 
explode. She felt the heat of the shooting semen. Her cervix seemed on fire. 
She lowered her head, enjoying it immensely. She was not ready to cum 
herself, but the excitement was tremendous. She heard the man say, under his 
breath," 

Then she felt his body go slack. 

"Hey, I want some," the guy from the next bed whispered. His head was only 
inches from hers. 

"All right, dammit," Carrie said. She was angry now at his intrusion. "All 
right, just shut up and get back in bed." 

She realized she was talking like one of the men. Her cunt seemed to be 
fire. She got off of the man who had just cum in her. She squeezed his cock, 
bending forward and kissing it, getting some of his white hot semen in her 
mouth. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, pushing some of his 
own semen in his mouth. He spun his head away and then brought it back. She 
sensed he was smiling. 

"Thanks pal," she said. 

She heard him grunt, but she realized he was just staring at her. She 
wandered to the next bed. 

The tousled man was now naked and his cock was stone hard. He had gotten 
himself into the same position as his buddy. Once Carrie touched his penis 
and realized his position, she smiled to herself and simply climbed aboard. 

She paused over him, realizing her skirt was causing her trouble, and then 
she climbed off and removed her skirt and got back on. She felt better now. 
It seemed wondrous to her that such a thing could happen. She eased his huge 
cock into her slippery cunt. It was extremely thick. She eased down over it, 
and began to fuck. 

He lay there, his arms behind his head. She could see the grin outlined on 
his face by the soft light from the nearby window. 

She could feel the passion in her pussy. The heat, the fire, had never left. 
She was feeling lost in passion. She closed her eyes, fucking down harder. 
It was delicious. Her orgasms were more juicy than ever. She joyously fucked 
the tousled man in the dark barracks. For the first time in her life her sex 
was wild; the way she loved it. 

She pumped away, passion overflowing as she began to cum. She leaned 
forward, putting her head against the tousled man's chest. He sensed what 
was happening andhelped her, grasping her hips, thrusting his pelvis up into 

her belly, and when he did so he began to cum himself. 

It was as she was resting, waiting to see if his penis would stay hard, her 
eyes slightly open, that Carrie became aware of a flash of light. Her eyes 
blinked open, but there was no light anywhere in the barracks. She turned 
her head instinctively towards the direction from which she sensed the light 
had come. She was looking directly at a man across the aisle who was sitting 
up in bed and dragging on a cigarette. 

The glow seemed intense in the darkened room. She wondered to herself if the 
glowing light meant danger or pleasure. She decided to find out. 

She got off the tousled man and did the same thing, shaking his cock a few 
times and kissing it. His hand touched her head gratefully but that's all he 
did. She got off of him and walked across towards the glowing cigarette. 

When she got beside the bed she realized the man was only partially sitting 
up. He had propped his pillow so that his head was higher, but his body was 
stretched out along the bed and he was simply looking at her. As she stood 
there he lowered the cigarette down towards where his crotch was and from 
the glow she could see his penis. A sharp suck of breath caught in her 
throat. She had never seen a penis that long. She guessed nine inches. 

She reached forward to touch its throbbing head. She had to touch that huge 
penis. It was longer than Tory's, but not nearly so big around. It seemed to 
curve upward towards the man's belly. His other hand was on his penis, but 
when her hands touched his he pulled it away. She began to stroke his huge 
cock. The veins of his penis stood out strongly. The man took a drag on his 
cigarette, and from the glow she could see his smiling eyes. 

She didn't wait. This was a cock she wanted to feel inside of her. Again she 
got in the straddling position, 

lowering herself. She breathed a sigh of pleasure as she felt his huge cock 
enter her. She leaned forward, whispering to him, "I love every inch of your 
prick." He whispered, 

"I don't know WHO you are, honey, but ENJOY YOURSELF. It's all yours!" 

He pushed upward, causing her breath to catch in her throat again. It was 
incredible pleasure. She spread her body out on his body. They were now two 
naked bodies fucking against each other. 

Between the two of them they established a gentle screwing rhythm. Carrie 
fucked happily, closing her eyes, to savor the thrills of his huge pumping 
penis. She wondered if there was any limit to the number of times she could 
climax. She didn't care. It was all so thrilling. Everything was happening 
so naturally. She could feel the man gently pushing his pelvis up and down. 
She wondered if he realized the sexual pleasure he was giving her as the 
swollen, burgeoning knob of his demanding cock rubbed areas of her sexuality 
that had never been touched before. 

It didn't matter. She came once. She came twice. Her body seemed to be 
opening itself up to total erotic pleasure. 

It was when she had almost reached her third orgasm that she felt the 
sudden, distinct pressure on the bed, that could not have been caused by the 
man she was fucking. Her body froze. She felt the man she was fucking 
squeeze her and pat her slightly on the back. 

"It's alright,honey, relax," he said softly. 

There wasn't much she could do, and so she relaxed and almost instantly she 
became aware that a body was climbing on top of her body. She wondered what 
was happening. But the pleasure in her cunt was so great she didn't fight 
the feeling. And then, before she had time to 

move, she felt the distinct spreading of her curvaceous ass cheeks and then 
almost immediately the wetness of a pair of saliva-laden fingers as they 
began to insistently probe her anus. 

Quickly she started to raise off the man. But she had not moved quickly 
enough. Her pelvic area began to move upward, it ran directly into a stiff, 
throbbing cock that was directed firmly against the tight opening of her 
anus. She paused, hesitating, terrified. The cock in her vagina continued to 
move, continued to feel fantastic. Her mind grasped what was happening. She 
feared she couldn't handle two cocks in her at once. 

And then, not giving her any choice, she felt a firm short thrust of the 
cock coming at her from behind and a quick, piercing scream of pain shot 
through her body as the swollen, demanding cockhead shoved past her 
sphincter and was driving inside her anus. She buried her head in the man's 
chest. He held her tightly. 

"Quiet," he said. "Quiet." 

The cock in her ass-hole held still, seemingly poised for further 
penetration, but for the moment not moving. The pain, which had been sharp, 
was now gone. The man below her continued to move, and she continued to feel 
the thrill of his stabbing cock. Momentarily she forgot the penis in her 
ass-hole, her pleasure from the cock in her cunt was so great. 

Then she felt the man ass fucking shoved his cock even further, pushing 
slowly yet firmly. She held her breath, waiting for more pain, but there was 
none. Her sphincters were open and her anus was accepting. It seemed like 
the rigid cock in her ass-hole stopped. She could feel the pubic hair and 
the belly of the man behind her, and realized his prick was all the way 
inside. He began to thrust in and out, fucking her ass-hole slowly, 
deliberately. 

Quickly Carrie adjusted. Almost instantaneously, she realized the pleasure 
was indeed incredible. She began to push back. She began to wonder how she 
could fuck both cocks at the same time. She relaxed and let the cocks really 
fuck her. 

She moaned softly into the man's chest. He began to drive his cock upward 
into her vagina. 

The two men, through some kind of sexual instinct, established a rhythm. 
Carrie lay there, her beautiful, long, redheaded, red-bushed body, with its 
exquisite legs and voluptuous hips, and full breasts, simply luxuriating in 
the three way sexuality. 

Her body began to respond rhythmically. She had never felt such EXQUISITE 
pleasure. She could feel her natural juices gushing down from her vagina. At 
one point she felt the man in her rectum straighten up. She distinctly felt 
several drops of saliva as he dropped them into her anal opening. Almost 
immediately his strokes became more slippery. And the pleasure for Carrie 
increased as a consequence. 

She wondered briefly where the man had come from and realized that probably 
it was a man like the man with the cigarette who had heard something and had 
been cool enough not to make a lot of noise and then had decided to get in 
on the action. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined two penises 
inside of her at once. It was a unique sensation. She fucked for all the 
pleasure that her turned on body was able to enjoy. One orgasm after another 
rippled thru her. They seemed of low intensity, but constant, like gentle 
waves lapping on a shore. 

She lay there waiting for the tidal wave, but it did not seem to be 
happening. Until at last she felt the man in back of her begin to fuck her 
harder, with insistent, penetrating ass stabs. 

When this action began it seemed to increase the potential for the man 
fucking her vagina to fuck faster. They both increased the rhythm of her 
vagina to fuck faster. They both increased the rhythm of their 
synchronization so that Carrie was now almost literally going out of her 
mind with wild pleasure. She tried to spread her legs as far as she could to 
get as much of the delicious penises inside as possible. She pushed 
backwards. She fucked furiously. And her movements were appreciated by the 
men, but their strength simply dominated the situation. 

Then finally, it was over. Carrie still lay in disbelief, her head buried on 
the man's chest. But she realized that they both had cum. She seemed flooded 
with burning semen. Her insides were on fire. She felt like she could fuck 
all night, and that's exactly what she wanted to do. 

But now, the weight of the man held her down as he had collapsed on her and 
she lay there enjoying the total feeling of the sex sandwich they had 
formed. 

After while the man on top got off. He leaned forward and whispered in her 
ear. 

"Come on honey." And from his position alongside the bed, he gently pulled 
her down to her knees. 

She felt the man's cock slide out of her cunt. She took his hand and as she 
got out of bed she pulled on him and the three of them got out of bed 
together. 

The man who screwed her ass-hole led her down the hall. She wondered where 
on earth they were going. Soon she realized they were only taking her to the 
bathroom at the end of the hall. 

The only thing was, she had miscalculated. It was not the bathroom, it was 
the shower. 

They had been chuckling quietly as they tripped along the hallway, and now, 
once in the shower room, the two 

men quickly stopped Carrie and shut the door quietly and flipped on the 
lights. 

Temporarily blinded by the white tile and the bright lights, Carrie could 
still see in her half vision the two men jumping around in front of her, 
their huge cocks still glistening with her moisture, and with drops of 
semen, in semi-erection obscenely from their bodies. They were giggling and 
staring at her, obviously trying to discover WHO she was. 

It was when they saw her beauty, however, that the mood changed. 
Disbelieving, the two men simply stared at her as if analyzing a jewel. 

"WOW!! one of them said. "She's a beauty!" 

"She's that new exec," the other one said. "You know, the one in the squad 
room across the quadrangle?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." 

They were catching on. And now, in the sudden newfound intimacy of the 
shower, their mood of spontaneity changed to one of semi-respect, semi-awe. 
The men were puzzled. They were in over their heads. 

Carrie recognized this. She did not want the playfulness to stop. She was 
having a ball. It was all so exciting, so different. Her body, her mind, 
were at ease. She was reacting for the first time in her life, so she 
imagined in a natural manner. She was enjoying herself. 

As soon as she recognized the men's self-consciousness and awkwardness she 
let a big smile form on her face and very happily reached forward and 
grabbed each one of them by the cock and started towards the shower stalls 
as though leading them. 

"Okay fellows. Okay, now this way is where we go for the next episode." 

She was kidding, trying to be light-hearted, and her mood was contagious. 
The men picked up on it. They felt 

like horsing around. 

She led them into the group shower stall where there were several nozzles 
pointing down from the wall. She released their cocks and methodically went 
from shower to shower, turning the hot water on. 

When she had all the nozzles going she tried to adjust them so that they 
were focused in the same area. But that was not quite possible. Still, 
several of the jets hit about the same place, and so she again grabbed the 
men by the cock and pulled them under the water. 

They were laughing again. Carrie began to kiss, first one, then the other. 
She liked their looks, she LOVED their cocks, and she was having great fun. 
The men began to respond. Within moments they had Carrie completely soaped 
and themselves completely soaped and they stood there with Carrie between 
them, pushing their bodies against her, kissing, fondling, laughing. At one 
point Carrie said: 

"Geez, keep your voices down. Don't make so much noise." 

"Yeah. Yeah." One of the guys said. "Yeah, let's keep it down, huh." 

They were all excited. They were all having fun. And Carrie suddenly had two 
cocks in her hand. She was milking each pulsing penis happily, enjoying 
them. The erect cocks were beginning to respond. The shower room became 
warmer as the hot water sent up steam from the cool tile floor, and they 
were comfortable. 

Finally the men were rock hard. Carrie knelt between them, her mouth at 
penis level. She began to suck first one, then the other. And then she 
brought the tips close together and tried to suck both of them at the same 
time. It was all without seriousness and she was beginning to get sexually 
aroused again because of the appealing cocks in 

front of her. 

Finally, holding a hand on each cock, the tips just a short distance from 
her lips, she looked up. 

"Do you think we could do standing up what we did in there in the bed?" 

"Honey, we could sure try," said the man with the long hard cock. "Stand up, 
we'll try. But first, let's get some soap on you." 

Though the water camouflaged her natural lubrication somewhat, Carrie's was 
amused by the fact that soap would be perhaps the last thing in the world 
she needed to get a cock inside of her. Still, she went along with the game. 

The men began to soap her cunt and anus joyfully, fingering her, rubbing 
soap inside, trying to, in their imagination, make her completely 
lubricated. 

Then, the man with the long cock, got in front of her. He had to bend his 
knees slightly, but with Carrie's cooperation, he was able to slip his penis 
up into her vaginal opening. She gasped in pleasure as it slid smoothly 
inside of her. 

"What a super sensation that is," she exclaimed out loud. 

The man began to stroke in and out. When he was satisfied his position was 
right, he looked at the other guy and said, 

"Okay, I'm ready." 

Carrie's arms were around his shoulders. She pulled her bosoms close to his 
chest, trying to make herself as obtainable as possible from the rear. She 
didn't really care what happened, the cock in her cunt already was driving 
her crazy. 

Then she felt it. The solid, blunt head of the man's cock. She felt it 
almost probing, as if trying to find the opening to her anus. She whispered 
into the man's ear that was 

fucking her from the front, 

"Put your hands on either side of my ass and pull the cheeks apart." 

He did that. She heard the other man say, 

"Oh that's BETTER. Much better." 

He was concentrating on screwing, and NOT talking. 

Then she felt the knob of his hard cock slide into her tight anal opening. 
It was more open now than it had been before. The knob penetrated quite 
easily. Still, when the man felt resistance from her sphincter muscle, he 
stopped. 

'That hurt?" he asked quietly. 

"A little. Be careful." Was all Carrie could say. She held tightly to the 
man's shoulders. 

Then the man from behind pushed firmly and as if by magic the knob slipped 
past the sphincter muscle and he was inside her super tight ass-hole and 
fucking. Carrie said out loud, "Oh that's good. Please, you guys, please, 
fuck me HARD." 

In the standing position the man with the long cock was able to use longer 
strokes than he had when lying on the bed. The difference in the feeling 
that was going up into Carrie's belly was incredibly noticeable. 

"YES! OHHHHHHHHHHH!" she kept saying to herself. "Oh! AHHHHHHHH! fuck me 
harder! Oh fuck me HARDER. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Fuck me! Fuck 
me!" 

She was urging them on, and she was succeeding. She could feel her orgasm 
growing, building, not slowly any more, but quite rapidly in the cauldron 
that was her stomach. 

The coal, the giant ember of her sexuality was blowing hotter and hotter and 
she thought of it in her mind as whiter and whiter. 

Though the men had not cum yet, Carrie had reached 

two orgasms and was working on her third when she first heard the door to 
the shower room open. She heard a scuffle of feet and turned her head. There 
were three young men standing just inside the door. Curious, their eyes 
squinting as though adjusting to the light. 

"What the fuck!" One of them said. 

"Yeah, what the fuck!" The other one exclaimed. 

"Where'd you find the broad?" 

They began to ask questions. A couple more guys entered the room behind 
them. Now it seemed to Carrie the room was filling up with young horny men. 
Her heart fluttered. She didn't know whether to be scared or happy, and then 
realized that of course she should be happy. She still had two cocks in her 
belly, and so she did what was natural, she continued to fuck vigorously 
with the two cocks. 

The guys fucking her were torn in two directions. They were trying to fuck 
her and kid with their buddies at the same time, and it began to get sort of 
comedic. The sexuality was there, but the driving need for orgasm was not. 
The mood was now one of fun, one of play. And so, Carrie joined that mood. 

She looked over her shoulders at the new men. 

"Why don't you join us," she said teasingly. 

"Sure," one of them smiled. 

"Why not?" another one exclaimed. 

"You better fuckin' believe it, I'll join you," another one nodded. He was 
pulling his undershorts off and his t-shirt. He came plunging into the 
shower water happily. 

"Shut the door," she heard someone say. "You'll wake up the whole fucking 
barracks." 

She heard the door click. 

"Are there any more coming?" she heard someone say. They were talking in 
whispers suddenly, protecting their 

interest, you might say. Carrie was bending forward now, haying lost the 
long, cock of the first man from her vagina, and she was sucking on the cock 
of the new man who had come into the shower. 

The other cock was still in her ass-hole, and as she bent forward to suck on 
the new cock, the penetration in her ass-hole was deeper and more exotic. 
She took her head away from the cock she was sucking and gasped, 

"Somebody rub my clitoris, please," and went back to sucking. 

Immediately a hand was placed on her belly. Another man came along side of 
her head and she reached up and began to stroke his cock. This was going to 
be alright, she thought to herself. This was going to be VERY, VERY good. 
She had never had so many men around her, so many men available. The idea 
was turning her on even more. 

She milked happily on the new cock. And then there was another cock on her 
other side. She began to milk on that one too, all the while sucking 
joyfully on the pulsing prick in her mouth. Her ass-hole seemed to be 
expanding beyond belief. It seemed to her like she had a better sensation of 
his penis sliding in and out of her twisting tight ass-hole. It seemed as if 
her anus had more nerve ends and tighter. She didn't know, didn't care, it 
was ALL so delicious. She squirmed her ass backwards toward the plunging 
cock that was reaming her hot ass. The man who was ramming his prick up her 
butt, gripped her hot ass cheeks and squeezed them. 

She wondered who it was who was playing with her clitoris. He did not really 
understand how to do it, but he was being partially effective. She smiled to 
herself. It didn't matter. She knew she was the total sexual animal she 
wanted to be. Whether her clitoris was stimulated in the most expert way or 
not, was without significance. She 

knew she could cum as often and as quickly as she wanted to, and so she 
simply relaxed, letting herself get deeper and deeper into the sensuality of 
the moment. 

She was laughing deep down in her throat because the men were laughing. They 
were horsing around, making jokes, but they were also responding sexually, 
and so the mood was perfect for sex. Light-hearted, sensual, free, 
cooperative. It was perfect screwing. 

She was aware that some other men came into the room. And she smiled to 
herself, recognizing the noise level increase, and thought whimsically that 
it was possible for her to have virtually wall to wall men here if things 
kept on the way they were going now. She didn't care. She was aware of cocks 
all around her. She had a throbbing penis in each hand, one to suck on in 
her mouth and there was one plunging in her ass-hole. There were hands all 
over her naked body, someone was underneath her sucking on one of her 
bosoms. She lost herself in wanton sensuality. 

Then she felt the cock driving in her anus explode. There was no mistaking 
the urgency of the man's powerful thrusts as he drove his cock as deep in 
her ass as he could. She could feel his hands pulling on her hips, pulling 
her closer, tighter. And then she felt the semen, the distinctive hot 
flashes of melting sensuality as the semen shooting in her tight ass 
channel. She hoped the man was enjoying himself screwing her butt as much as 
she was. She sucked happily on the cock in her mouth, her eyes closed now, 
searching for all the feeling she could get from all her senses. She was 
aware that the man withdrew his penis. Then, almost instantly, another cock 
replaced it, this one sliding into her vagina. She welcomed the feeling. It 
had been a long time, she thought, since a cock had been in her pussy. It 
seemed sensitive, ready. The man began to fuck her with rapid strokes. He 
pumped in furiously, clasping her smooth ass 

eeks, while the other man continued fucking her cum-slick ass-hole. It felt 
fantastic to have a cock in her cunt, up her ass and in her mouth. She was 
becoming a sex machine. 

All at once she felt the man thrusting in her cunt shoot his load. She 
thrilled to his surging hot cum urgently shooting in her pussy. 

Then she felt herself picked up as the man withdrew his penis. She was 
twisted so that she now was on her back, being held at about penis level by 
she couldn't tell how many hands. Another cock slipped into her cunt. 

The cock she had been sucking on was now once again in her mouth, her head 
this time at a different angle. She was being held in an hammock of 30 
hands. She felt comfortable, safe. Her legs were spread as wide as possible. 
One cock after another entered her. Cocks in her ass-hole, cocks in her 
vagina. There was laughter and the noise was reverberating around the room. 
She smiled to herself. Certainly the entire barracks WAS involved now. She 
didn't care. She wondered if she would literally be fucked by every man in 
the barracks before it was over. And yet the penises were there, they were 
touching her, she was always with a penis in each hand. Sometimes one penis 
would go away and another would be placed in her hand. She continued to suck 
cock like crazy. The men changed places there also. There was always a cock, 
the different sizes, different degrees of hardness. None of the penises were 
soft. Most of them that she took in her hands or took in her mouth were at 
the least semi-erect and began to respond immediately as soon as she started 
her mouth, ass or cunt movements. 

At one point she was aware that a man stopped fucking her and that a mouth 
moved in over her clitoris. For a long several moments she luxuriated in the 
pleasure of that 

mouth on her clitoris. It seemed as though she would burst. It seemed as 
though she was in a constant orgasm. It was incredible. 

At one point she thought she was getting exhausted. And then realized that 
she had unlimited energy. She simply relaxed. There was nothing she had to 
do except ENJOY, ENJOY! 

Semen was splattering on her breasts as men ejaculated from her hand jobs. 
Her mouth seemed full of sticky hot semen. It was dribbling out the corners 
of her mouth as she sucked on cock after cock. Whenever her mind focused on 
what was happening, that she felt almost like crying with happiness. 

Then she distinctly felt Tory's cock enter her vagina. She was positive it 
WAS Tory. It was as though an old friendly cock was revisiting her. 

And then she simply fell asleep. Her euphoria complete, her body satiated. A 
cock was in her mouth, a cock was in her ass-hole, the hands holding her 
were like a bed. Her body went lax. Carrie was completely happy. 

But the men responded differently. It frightened them. She looked like she 
had passed out. Had she fainted? Had they hurt her? Had she died in their 
hands? A sudden silence fell over the room as the men quickly discussed what 
had happened. They pulled their cocks out of her. They gently moved her to 
an upright position. But Carrie was sound asleep. 

The men took her out into the barracks and laid her down on a bed. They took 
her pulse. They tried to wake her up. But Carrie simply had passed out. 

It took her body half an hour to recover from the total fatigue the mass 
fucking had created, and to get itself into a position of strength where she 
was able to wake up. 

Suddenly, much to the men's surprise and glee, Carrie 

opened her eyes. She looked up. A wall of men, all with concerned faces, was 
looking down at her in the eerie light of the barracks. Someone had turned 
on the lights. She felt momentarily like she was in a coffin. It took her 
several moments to realize where she was and what had happened. The thing 
that brought her out of her sleepy condition totally and which brought her 
into focus totally was the almost obscene bizarre appearance of the naked 
men standing around her. It was their dangling cocks mainly that attracted 
her. Most of them were glistening with some kind of moisture, most of them 
seemed partially swollen and they hung out from the naked bellies almost 
sadly as if waiting. 

When the full realization of the situation hit Carrie, she smiled broadly 
and laughed out loud. 

"You're beautiful. Just beautiful." She said. 

A visible wave of relief passed over the men. Some of them reached forward. 
One touched her foot tenderly. But it was Kevin who leaned forward, his face 
close to hers. 

"You scared the shit out of us." 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just fell asleep." 

Kevin looked up at the guys. 

"She just fucking fell asleep. How do you like that?" 

He began to laugh. He turned his face back to hers, 

"Boss lady, you're beautiful. You are REALLY beautiful." He leaned forward 
and kissed her on the cheek. Then he leaned back. "Are you sure you're all 
right?". 

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Carrie said. "I'm really sorry I scared you. It was 
all so beautiful for me and I guess I just got too tired, maybe had too many 
orgasms. I really don't know, but I am sorry because it was all very, very 
beautiful." 

The mood changed, of course, once everybody realized that Carrie was all 
right. 

"Okay you guys," she said, regaining her composure even more. "Where are my 
clothes. I think maybe it's time I went home." 

Laughter erupted in the entire group. They were loving her. She had won them 
all over completely. Her clothes appeared. First her sweater from one 
source. Then her skirt from another, they helped her into her clothes and 
made sure her hair was combed. They had taken a towel to dry her hair. 
Carrie had been completely soaked in the shower and when they got her hair 
dry enough, Carrie took the towel and said: 

"Here, I can handle this better." And she tied the towel in such a way that 
it swept up over her hair like a bun. 

"I don't think anybody'll see me," she said laughingly. 

Then, near the door, with the barracks full of naked men simply standing and 
looking at her, she smiled back at them. 

"Maybe, just maybe we can do this again, what do you say?" 

A cheer went up. Carrie smiled and walked outside to her car. 

opened her eyes. She looked up. A wall of men, all with concerned faces, was 
looking down at her in the eerie light of the barracks. Someone had turned 
on the lights. She felt momentarily like she was in a coffin. It took her 
several moments to realize where she was and what had happened. The thing 
that brought her out of her sleepy condition totally and which brought her 
into focus totally was the almost obscene bizarre appearance of the naked 
men standing around her. It was their dangling cocks mainly that attracted 
her. Most of them were glistening with some kind of moisture, most of them 
seemed partially swollen and they hung out from the naked bellies almost 
sadly as if waiting. 

When the full realization of the situation hit Carrie, she smiled broadly 
and laughed out loud. 

"You're beautiful. Just beautiful." She said. 

A visible wave of relief passed over the men. Some of them reached forward. 
One touched her foot tenderly. But it was Kevin who leaned forward, his face 
close to hers. 

"You scared the shit out of us." 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just fell asleep." 

Kevin looked up at the guys. 

"She just fucking fell asleep. How do you like that?" 

He began to laugh. He turned his face back to hers, 

"Boss lady, you're beautiful. You are REALLY beautiful." He leaned forward 
and kissed her on the cheek. Then he leaned back. "Are you sure you're all 
right?". 

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Carrie said. "I'm really sorry I scared you. It was 
all so beautiful for me and I guess I just got too tired, maybe had too many 
orgasms. I really don't know, but I am sorry because it was all very, very 
beautiful." 

The mood changed, of course, once everybody realized that Carrie was all 
right. 

"Okay you guys," she said, regaining her composure even more. "Where are my 
clothes. I think maybe it's time I went home." 

Laughter erupted in the entire group. They were loving her. She had won them 
all over completely. Her clothes appeared. First her sweater from one 
source. Then her skirt from another, they helped her into her clothes and 
made sure her hair was combed. They had taken a towel to dry her hair. 
Carrie had been completely soaked in the shower and when they got her hair 
dry enough, Carrie took the towel and said: 

"Here, I can handle this better." And she tied the towel in such a way that 
it swept up over her hair like a bun. 

"I don't think anybody'll see me," she said laughingly. 

Then, near the door, with the barracks full of naked men simply standing and 
looking at her, she smiled back at them. 

"Maybe, just maybe we can do this again, what do you say?" 

A cheer went up. Carrie smiled and walked outside to her car. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

She did not report to work the next morning. But it was not because she was 
unable to, or sick, or tired. It was simply because she felt so fantastic 
and so high that she had to remain in her apartment to cope with the new 
situation. 

She awakened totally hungry and for the first time she could ever remember, 
she cooked herself a breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, washing it all down 
with hot coffee. 

She was amazed how much she enjoyed the strawberry jam. She realized as she 
finished eating that she was simply wallowing in pleasure. She loved it. She 
sat drinking her coffee, looking at her image in a wall mirror, staring at 
herself, loving what she saw. There was a certain glow, a certain excitement 
on her face she had never seen before. She loved it. It was like a magic 
kind of makeup. But the most important thing that appealed to her was the 
fact that she could feel the continuation of the strange high, the strange 
excitement, she had known these past several days. She was convinced she had 
learned a profound truth about herself. 

She knew that her escapade of the previous night would become common 
knowledge around the quadrangle by noon, but she didn't care. There wasn't 
anything anyone could do to her now that she knew this basic truth. Oh sure, 
they could fire her, or run her off of the base, but she didn't think that 
would happen. What was most important 

to her was her knowledge of the basic truth about herself. She realized 
suddenly as she stared at herself in the mirror, that she was finally in a 
position of actually living out fantasies she had had for many years. She 
identified with that. It crystallized the whole thing in her mind as soon as 
she grasped the idea of fantasies. Until then she had not been quite certain 
what it was that was happening to her. But now she realized that the moment 
she had signed those papers on Saturday night some instinct had told her 
that she had gained a sudden and unexpected power. And the important aspect 
of that power was that it would allow her to do something she had never done 
before, which she now recognized as working out her fantasies, her SEXUAL 
fantasies. It was wonderful. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She raised 
the coffee in a toast to her new image. 

She thought of John Malcolm. He was just like her in many ways. She wondered 
if he was like her as much as she thought. Her weekend with him gave her 
PLENTY of evidence that he was indeed a kindred soul. 

She picked up the phone and called him. The secretary put her through. His 
low resonant voice excited her. 

"Major John Malcolm," he said simply. 

"Hello foot-fucker" she said lightly. 

"Huh?" came from the other end. 

"I said, hello foot-fucker." 

There was a LONG pause. Then excitedly, "Carrie! Dammit, Carrie. You sound 
beautiful. What do you mean foot fucker?" He laughed into the phone. 

"Oh, you fuck beautifully with your foot," she teased. 

"Hey, don't you realize my secretary might be listening?" 

"Have you fucked her with your foot?" Carrie responded. 

"Stop it!" The major insisted. 

Carrie then interjected, "Hey, I want to see you. Can I drop by your office 
in a little while?" 

There was an awkward pause. "Sure, sure, come on by." 

"Okay, I'll see you in maybe half an hour." She hung up. 

"That's one good looking secretary you've got there old foot-fucker, buddy 
of mine," she quipped to John when she was finally standing in front of his 
desk. 

He smiled. "Not bad, huh?" 

"No, not bad at all." She walked around his desk. "Is the door closed? Are 
we in private?" she said. 

He smiled and nodded. "Got anything in mind?" 

"I sure do," she said. "I got you in mind, and that big cock of yours." 

"Well then, I guess we're safe if that's what's bothering you." 

He got out of his chair. 

"Come with me." He walked across the room to where a large sofa waited. He 
looked at his watch, then looked at Carrie. "I've sure got the time and the 
interest, as long as you've got the time and the interest." 

She laughed and threw herself in his arms. They kissed. 

"All thirty minutes of it," he whispered in her ear. 

"Thirty minutes, huh? That's not enough," she whispered back. 

"Well it'll have to do for now." 

"Okay, why are we standing here kissing then," Carrie said. She backed away 
and began to take off her clothes. "Come on! Come on!" she said, as she 
looked up and realized he was just standing, smiling at her. "Come on!" 

In a moment they were naked. Carrie grabbed his penis as he stood there, 
kneeling in front of him. She played with it lovingly. She looked up at him. 

"The dreams I've had about this guy. The fucking 

dreams I've had." She smiled and shook her head. She looked up at him 
longingly. "He's very fond of me, did you know that?" It was a tease. 

His cock jumped in her hand. She looked back at the head of his quivering 
penis. 

"Now, now," she said. "I'll take care of you, don't worry." She was having 
fun. She opened her mouth and let her soft lips slide smoothly over the 
swelling head. The Major's cock jumped again. She sucked hard. She began to 
moan, almost humming, as her mouth worked back and forth over the thick 
shaft. 

The Major maneuvered her so she was lying on the couch. He got astraddle of 
her chest so that his cock pointed downward into her mouth. He leaned 
forward to put his hand on the couch's arm and began to energetically move 
his hips back and forth gently, slowly fucking her open mouth, her soft 
pouting lips curling backwards and forwards as his cock went in and out. She 
continued to moan. 

He reached behind him, feeling for her crotch, found it and inserted his 
finger into her wet pouting lips. He began to rub the flat of his hand back 
and forth on her clitoris as his finger probed gently back and forth past 
the lips. 

An instant surge of passion seared its way into Carrie's belly. She moaned 
around the swelling cock in her mouth. She put her hands up to milk the 
thick shaft. She became lost in her own passion. She closed her eyes. Her 
mind was totally lost in concentration on the strength that was seeping into 
the Major's throbbing cock tip. 

And thus it was that she just barely noticed when the Major's hand moved 
away from her swollen clitoris and the soft moist feeling replaced it. She 
really thought nothing of it for a brief moment, and then she felt the tug 
as her clitoris was sucked gently into a hungry mouth. She didn't 

recognize the feeling instantly, somehow confusing the feeling with what her 
instincts told her it had to be. She thought the Major was doing something 
she had never felt before. 

And then, almost immediately, she realized that another person was between 
her legs and that her cunt was being sucked on by a mouth. Her eyes flew 
open in surprise. She looked directly into the smiling Major's face as he 
leaned over her. She pulled her mouth away from his cock. 

"What?" was all she could say. 

"It's that one good looking secretary, Carrie. The one you just saw. Her 
name is Sue." 

Over his shoulder he said, "Sue, meet Carrie." 

Carrie heard Sue mumble. A tightness came over her stomach. It shot through 
her being. She was being sucked on by a woman. It was not a fantasy. And yet 
she had had the fantasy and now it was happening. She had been right about 
John Malcolm. He WOULD make a good partner. He had already anticipated. And 
now fantasy sex was happening. 

Sue's mouth felt fantastic. It was different than a man's mouth. Not so much 
from the warmth or the pressure, but from the way it was working on her 
clitoris. She could feel the tongue just barely touching the outer lips of 
her cunt, first one side, then another, titillating, tantalizing the 
clitoris, but not quite touching it. Then moving up to flicker seductively 
around the base of it. And then the soft exquisite pleasure as the gentle 
lips sucked the full length of her engorged clitoris into Sue's mouth. 

Carrie realized suddenly that she was at the point of orgasm. She spread her 
legs as far as she could. She tried to push her sexuality into Sue's hungry, 
happy mouth. Her juices were flowing. She could feel them, she could feel 
her entire body reacting. She put her mouth back on John 

Malcolm's cock, tried to give him a mock angry look, and then blatantly 
winked at him and bit his penis slightly. 

He smiled back. He began to move back and forth again. When he did, Carrie 
grabbed the shaft of his cock, holding his bulk firmly, enjoying it, feeling 
the swollen veins. An orgasm rippled through her body. It began slowly and 
then caught her by surprise with its violence. There was something about the 
total fantasy that was working magic on her. 

She began to whimper over John's cock. The intensity of the orgasm so great. 

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH. O O O OO O O O O O H H H H H H H H H H . YES! 
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

It was garbled. The room resounded with the sound. And yet it was not 
understandable in linguistic terms, but anyone with any animal instincts at 
all would have understood completely the total involvement Carrie was having 
with her own orgasm. 

Her body went slack. It was as though she had never had an orgasm before and 
this had been so complete, so total, that her body could only react by 
relaxing totally. She slumped, her mouth went slack. It was as though she 
had fainted, but she hadn't. The feeling was so total. She lay there, 
wallowing in it. She felt Sue's hands take the underside of her legs and 
hold them apart, supporting them in that position. She felt Sue's mouth 
soften perceptively and just nuzzle gently around her clitoris and her 
vaginal opening, trying to be tender, trying to let her down gently from the 
intensity of the orgasm. 

This went on a few moments and then John pulled himself erect, getting off 
of Carrie and standing beside the couch. Carrie looked down directly into 
Sue's eyes. Sue was 

looking back at her, her mouth gently working around Carrie's clitoris. It 
was the first time Carrie had actually looked closely at Sue. Sue was a 
stunning woman. Jet black raven hair, heavy sensual eyebrows, black 
penetrating eyes, looking almost Mediterranean in origin, with an aquiline, 
sensual nose and clearly defined cheek bones. She couldn't have been more 
than twenty two, Carrie thought, but she could see the total imprint of 
maturity and sexual identification in her eyes. 

Carrie leaned forward slightly, reaching out with her arms. Sue responded. 
Sue was naked and she simply crawled upward over Carrie's body. Carrie put 
her arms around her shoulders and began to kiss her passionately. They lay 
like that for several lustful moments, moaning in each other's warmth, their 
bosoms flattened against each other. It was a TOTAL moment for Carrie, 
unbelievably erotic, and also for Sue. 

Finally, as they lay like that, John crawled behind and on top of Sue and 
gently spread her cheeks apart and inserted his rampant cock into her 
vagina. He fucked her from the rear for a few moments, realizing that his 
weight and the position was probably more than was comfortable for Carrie. 

Then he withdrew his cock and patted Sue on her trim buttocks and when he 
did she simply jackknifed her legs, spreading them, and raising her body, he 
began to move forward up Carrie's body, bringing her cunt closer, ever 
closer to Carrie's face. 

John raised Carrie's legs, spreading them, and inserted his cock into her 
dripping vagina. He eased it in, letting its long, vibrant length slip 
happily, slowly, and seductively down the wet, hungry channel of her vibrant 
cunt. 

It was a delicious moment for John and for Carrie. She closed her eyes in 
extreme pleasure as his cock slipped 

inward as though saying hello after several days absence. 

Then Carrie's attention switched to the sight of the lovely, black-haired 
Italian woman in front of her. She looked carefully at Carrie's bush. It was 
thick and black, the hair was curly but soft and delicate. Carrie put her 
hand on her pussy to feel her there, then she slipped her fingers down to 
where she knew her erect clitoris would be and rubbed energetically that for 
a moment, and then brought her other hand up so that she could actually 
spread Sue's cunt lips apart. She was delighted at the beauty and the aroma 
once she parted her cunt lips. She began to produce saliva, her mouth now 
hungry to taste the beautiful cunt only inches away. 

She looked up at Sue who was looking down at her. Without waiting Sue inched 
lovingly forward, putting her clitoris directly in front of Carrie's mouth. 

Carrie paused in fascination. The sexual aroma so appealing now at this 
close proximity that she was mesmerized by it. She felt her body lurch with 
passion. Then gently, but hungrily, she opened her mouth and began to taste 
the pleasures that Sue's vagina and cuntal opening were offering up so 
freely. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Carrie had picked Sue up after work. And now, as the soft music from the 
clock radio awakened her, she realized that her nose was partially buried in 
Sue's cunt and that a soft warm, sucking was going on in her own vagina. 

It took her a moment to realize they were laying in each other's arms, each 
head against the other's crotch. She wondered if they had fallen asleep that 
way, and then realized that they couldn't possibly have spent the entire 
night in one position, and as a result also realized that some instinct had 
brought them together in the early morning hours into this loving, tender 
position. Her body seemed so languorous, a total overtone of euphoria swept 
over her. 

Carrie closed her eyes tightly to enjoy this moment. The soft music from the 
radio reminding her that soon she would have to get up. She couldn't miss 
another full day's work. 

She extended her tongue and began to taste Sue's vaginal juices. Her stomach 
felt hot. She wondered how long Sue had been sucking on her clitoris. It was 
not a demanding suck, it was gentle, almost whimsical. It seemed warm and 
lovely, but her passion was growing. She thought of their evening, of their 
dinner together, and how they had talked. As it had turned out, both she and 
Sue were in the same position in terms of sexuality and especially in terms 
of lesbianism. Neither were experienced at it, although Sue 

had realized for more than a year that she was must be bisexual. As a result 
she had a few swinging experiences in which she had made love to women. 
Carrie, however, was the first woman she had spent an entire night with. 

Carrie had loved the talk. Later they had gone to bed and had enjoyed the 
passion that they could create between themselves. It was all so gentle. 
Carrie didn't know WHAT it meant to her. She only knew she loved it, and she 
especially loved the fact that she could respond to such a beautiful thing. 

They had drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. And now, several hours 
later, they were awakening. It pleased Carrie that the erotic mood was 
unchanged. 

She took Sue's clitoris in her mouth. As she sucked she realized that Sue 
would probably like to go with them this evening. 

North Beach was surprisingly busy for a Thursday night. Carrie realized that 
it was the height of the tourist season. People had been jamming the streets 
all evening long and now, as the eight of them sat in the coffee shop, the 
evening had reached its peak. 

Carrie was sitting on Tory's lap and the entire group clustered around 
protectively, because Tory's cock was thrust up into Carrie's cunt and she 
was slowly moving her hips back and forth, faking laughter so that others in 
the coffee shop wouldn't notice, but enjoying the sexual moment-the risqu' 
aspects of having sex in a public place. 

They had all gone to dinner. There were six men including Kevin and Tory, 
and there was Sue and Carrie, to make a total of eight people. Dinner had 
been light and happy and they had gotten a small buzz on from the delicious 
tasting wine. They had deliberately chosen Italian food for its sensual 
quality and they were very clear on the main reason for being in North 
Beach, which was to have as 

much public sex as they could get away with. 

The restaurant itself had not been conducive to sex, but it had been perfect 
for setting the mood. It had allowed them to get to know each other and to 
touch and kiss a little bit. 

And while enjoying coffee and in the coffee house, they were finally taking 
their first move towards fulfillment of the evening. 

It had been Carrie who got the sexual party going when they sat down in the 
coffee house. She had simply sized up the situation and realized she could 
get away with it, and so she had pulled Tory's long, flaccid cock from his 
pants in front of everybody and had begun to jerk him off. 

Quickly, in his light hearted, simplistic way, he had responded and within 
moments his giant thick cock had been standing out from his belly, sticking 
up obscenely into the air. It was then that Carrie had simply raised her 
skirt to reveal that she had nothing on underneath and had climbed onto his 
lap, sitting with her back to his chest, her legs together, looking very 
proper but romantic, and having fun. It was dark and intimate in the room. A 
couple of the men were smoking, and finally Kevin, who could stand it no 
longer, simply got off his chair and knelt down in front of Sue and gently 
began to spread her legs. Astonished at first. Sue resisted, thinking Kevin 
was kidding. All at once she realized he was serious, that he wanted her to 
spread her legs. After glancing around and realizing that she COULD do it 
and that nobody really gave a damn, she spread her legs. 

She was also wearing nothing underneath. She was sitting on one of those 
conventional loveseat type benches that one finds in coffee houses on North 
Beach. She had to slide forward a bit in order to get her crotch far enough 
forward for Kevin's mouth to reach her pussy. 

Tony, who was the man with the extremely long penis, was sitting beside her. 
He adjusted his body so that he could put his arms around her and make it a 
more intimate situation. As he did so he threw up a shield to protect Kevin 
from the view of others in the room. 

Kevin began to suck on Sue's clitoris. Quickly she responded, the excitement 
momentarily catching her by surprise. She reached down to Tony's crotch to 
feel his cock underneath his pants. Did she dare take it out? Yes she did 
dare. What difference did it make? If she could not be detected with her 
legs spread, certainly she would not be detected with her hands on a man's 
cock. 

Quickly she unzipped his trousers and pulled it out. Tony's cock loomed up 
into the room and brought laughter from the others. 

Watching, Carrie began to get excited. She turned her body sideways on 
Tory's lap, feeling his giant cock as she twisted around. She threw her arms 
around his shoulders and began to kiss him passionately. They looked like a 
couple necking. 

Derek, sitting next to them, realized that Carrie's crotch was pointing in 
his direction. He slid his hand under her skirt, searching anxiously for her 
clitoris. His gentle fingers found it after a moment and he began to rub her 
love button back and forth. Her crotch was somewhat pinched because her legs 
were closed. She opened them briefly to allow his fingers to slip inside. 
Then she closed them again, almost trapping his finger against the nub of 
her clitoris. 

The gentle movement of his fingertip was all it took. Carrie began to have 
an orgasm. 

"I'm cuming, Tory. I'm cuming. Can you fuck me any harder," she whispered in 
his ear. 

Immediately he started to raise and lower his pelvis, causing his penis to 
move slightly in and out of her 

pulsating, pussy. 

Carrie realized the beauty of the feeling she was having. It was all so 
perfect. It was like a special erotic door had been opened in her mind the 
last few days and she was wallowing in her erotic ecstasy. All at once he 
shot her his load. Her cuntal muscles squeezed his cock. 

When the orgasm ended, she expected to relax, but Derek's busy finger and 
Tory's giant cock were all the pleasure stimulant she needed. She realized 
she could cum again in moments. She began to slowly, carefully pumping her 
pelvis, trying to get more feeling. She continued to kiss Tory passionately. 
She distinctly heard Sue moan rather loudly and knew that Sue was cuming. 

Though the room was quite noisy with conversation, the soft moan from Sue's 
throat seemed to penetrate the sound. 

"I'm cuming," Carrie gasped into Tory's ear. "I'm cuming!" After her wild 
multiple orgasms were over, they finished their coffee and then a glass of 
wine and headed out of the coffee shop. 

Tony, still totally erect, provided the amusement as Sue and Carrie both 
tried to tuck his giant, long cock back into his trousers. Somehow amidst 
their laughter, they got it inside and zipped him up. He held his cock in 
his hands through his trouser pocket as they walked out the door. 

There was a camaraderie being shared, a gently, sexual, loving camaraderie. 
To protect his front, Carrie walked directly in front of him, letting her 
skirt somewhat cover the giant bulge that his hand could never conceal as he 
walked out the door. 

They hadn't gone more than a hundred feet when Tony stopped and said, 

"Hey look, you guys, I'm in trouble. How about some help? How about some 
help right here?" 

The street was dark, and yet not that dark.-It was full o people. Suddenly 
the idea appealed to Carrie. 

"All right," she said. "Here, let's fuck against this building." 

They clustered around her. She leaned back against the building and slowly 
raised her skirt. 

"Get your prick out, Tony, and shove it in me," she demanded. 

The giant cock seemed to leap from his pants as he unzipped his fly. 

Carrie spread her legs. Tony bent his knees and shoved his huge cock up into 
her cunt. When he found the opening he shoved it in, pushing her back 
against the brick wall. The others crowded around, trying to make it look 
like a cluster of people. On the crowded street, with people walking by, no 
one was aware that Tony was fucking Carrie then and there. 

She loved being fucked on a public street. She looked at the faces of her 
companions. They were all enjoying it, too. Her head was on Tony's shoulder, 
she could feel the power of his body as he drove his long, penetrating cock 
in and out. He seemed in a hurry. Carrie realized he was probably anxious to 
get his orgasm over with in order before anyone caught them. 

"Slower, Tony, slower," she whispered. "Take your time and enjoy." 

"Huh?" he said. Her voice had stopped him. He looked at her. She was smiling 
up at him. 

"Slower," she repeated. 

She could feel his body relax. 

"Hey, you're right. It is better fucking slower! 

He began to fuck her again, this time taking more care to be sensual with 
his piston-like strokes. Carrie was thrilled with the long, rippling strokes 
of his throbbing cock. Her 

vagina seemed to be sucking at his cock. The sensation was TERRIFIC. She 
closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the wall. The glow in 
her eyes was easily recognized now. It was a feeling that Carrie loved. She 
pushed herself forward as much as she could, letting Tony's long cock caress 
her crotch, her clitoris, as much as possible. She felt an orgasm rising. 

Her long, lithe legs trembled with erotic tension. Her buttocks pinched and 
relaxed, pinched and relaxed, as she tried for the maximum pleasure. Her 
back was beginning to hurt from the brick wall, but she clawed wildly at 
Tony's back, trying to pull him closer, trying to give him all of her cunt. 
When he felt her responding, it was all Tony needed. 

Suddenly he was shooting his load, the hot semen shooting almost violently, 
splashing against Carrie's cervix. 

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH," she gasped in sexual frenzy. It made her cum. Her 
orgasm lubricated his pumping penis. 

She kept repeating. "I'm cuming, Tony. Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Tony's cock continued plunging into her fiery cunt. He drove it in as hard 
as he could the full length of Carrie's lushly lubricated vaginal channel. 
He held it there firmly, the tip against her cervix, as semen shot out of 
him in great uncontrollable gobs. 

Carrie was almost crying from the pleasure by the time he got his rocks off. 
All eight people were involved. The six watching, so totally swept up in the 
passion of the moment that their laughter had stopped, their eyes focused on 
Carrie's face which reflected the thrilling sensations she had experienced. 
Their bodies partially responding to the sexual energy that seemed to 
emanate from Tony and Carrie. And then it was over. 

Tony slumped, satisfied. And when he did, Carrie too 

was able to relax. She rested her head against the cool brick wall for a 
moment. Then she looked into the eyes of the rest of the men and smiled. 

Tony pulled his penis away, the long, slender cock bobbing downward, having 
lost its hardness, dangling in front of his pants almost obscenely. 

Sue reached forward to grasp it and then began to milk it for him. She got 
on her knees, stuck the tip in her mouth and sucked on it, trying to find 
some semen to taste. She straightened up, having more or less cleaned his 
penis. She took a kleenex from her coat pocket and wiped it gently and then 
said to him, very sternly. 

Put that obscene thing back in your pants before you get somebody in 
trouble." 

It was so absurd everybody laughed and it broke the tension of the moment. 
After that, they walked laughingly down the street, arm in arm, in search of 
something else to do. 

They went into a stand-up bar for another wine and clustered at one end of 
the bar. A wall was directly behind them. They were almost in a cubicle. 

They stood at the bar, laughing, totally caught up in the excitement of what 
had transpired. Finally Carrie, realizing that still another fantasy could 
be fulfilled here, a recent fantasy. Suddenly she simply got down below the 
bar level and crawled between Sue's legs. 

Sue, somewhat surprised, but willing, adjusted her stance so that her legs 
were far enough apart for Carrie to get her mouth up into her crotch. 

Quickly the group adjusted to accommodate the new situation. Sue rested her 
arms on the edge of the bar and let her concentration drift to Carrie's 
hungry mouth. Carrie was simply sitting on the floor, straight upward, her 
head tilted back, her mouth angled upward into Sue's cunt. 

Carrie distinctly felt Sue lower her cunt to better fit into her mouth. She 
began to run her tongue slowly in and out of Sue's vaginal opening. It was 
so slick, so wet. She stopped to taste it. Her nose was pressed directly 
against Sue's clitoris. She began to move her nose back and forth, trying to 
rub the clitoris while her tongue flipped across the vaginal opening. 

She thought for a moment she could feel Sue's juices flowing, and she drank 
whatever she could get happily. At one point Sue said to no one in 
particular, 

"My God, do you guys realize what she's doing to me?" 

There was GENTLE laughter. Some hands touched her. Everybody tried to be 
cool and relaxed, waiting for Sue to get the TOTAL pleasure. 

Finally it happened. Carrie's head at last moved her tongue from the cuntal 
opening to the clitoris. When she did that she brought down all of the 
sexual pleasure Sue was capable of feeling at the moment. It simply cascaded 
thru her like a sexual avalanche, forcing her to close her eyes and lower 
her head as the orgasm swept over her. 

The realization of what she had done to Sue produced within Carrie a 
desperate hunger for the same action. Her cunt seemed hungry, demanding. 
Finally, when she felt Sue's body relax, she worked her way up between the 
luscious ivory legs and got back to her feet, her mouth and cheeks 
glistening with cuntal juice. 

Kevin took a bar napkin and gently dried her chin off, laughing as he did 
so. 

Tory meanwhile had discovered a barstool and quickly he brought it to the 
center of the group. He took Carrie and sat her on the barstool, her back to 
the bar, and stepped between her legs, spreading her knees apart as he 
moved. His cock was already hard as his imagination had run amok watching 
Sue have her orgasm, realizing what was causing 

it. 

He slipped one hand under each of Carrie's legs from the outside and lifted 
them up, so that her crotch was now open, inviting, ready. And he simply 
pushed his gigantic cock gently against the lips. He almost plunged inside 
because of Carrie's highly aroused state. 

When she realized what he was doing, and that it was the perfect answer to 
her own sexual needs, she thrust her pelvis forward, gulping in his cock in 
one gigantic sucking movement of her pussy and suddenly they were fucking. 

The group gathered on either side, somewhat protecting them. They were 
laughing, being demonstrative, trying to cover up what Tory was doing. 

It was a point that Tory could not really comprehend, his simplistic soul so 
totally involved with Carrie's sexuality that all he really wanted to do was 
satisfy the sensual needs in his groin. He began to fuck her in long, slow, 
piston-like strokes, all the way in, then slowly all the way out, pausing at 
the entrance of her dripping vagina a moment, and then slowly working his 
way back in. 

It was totally excitement for Tory and for Carrie. She realized there was 
nothing she could do to help. She was literally in a position where she 
couldn't fuck back. She put her elbows back on the edge of the bar for 
support. 

"Somebody kiss me," she begged. "Somebody put their arms around me, PLEASE!" 

Peter, a tall, swarthy member of the group, was next to her. He leaned 
forward and began kissing her passionately. It was the perfect camouflage. 
No one in the bar would have thought anything about it. 

Tory, being so huge, towered above the group, but it was impossible to see 
the movement of his pelvis, as it went back and forth, from someplace else 
in the room. The fucking continued. The laughter continued. The camouflage 

was perfect. 

Her cunt was on fire. She loved Tory's huge cock sliding in her now. She 
concentrated on the feeling it was creating. 

She looked up at Peter, and whispered to him, 

"Touch my clitoris. Touch my clitoris, please." 

Peter slid his hand down to her open crotch. His fingertip touched Tory's 
plunging penis briefly and gave him a sense of direction, and quickly he 
knew where her clitoris was. He began to finger it ever so gently, and then 
he went back to kissing Carrie. 

Her thoughts drifted again. Everything was so PERFECT. 

She felt her orgasm building. It was a familiar feeling now. Her stomach had 
reached the point of burning that she identified as an ember turning from 
orange to white in its heat, and she now knew that when she reached that 
point, an orgasm was near. She smiled. She put one arm around Peter, holding 
him closer. His fingers were producing magic in her demanding and throbbing 
clitoris. 

Then she felt Sue come up on her other side and simultaneously felt Sue's 
hand push Peter's hand away from her clitoris. She heard Sue whisper to 
Peter, "Let me do it. I know how to do it. I can do it better." 

Peter didn't even stop kissing. He simply moved his hand upward onto her 
belly and slid it up over her naval and began to fondle her bosoms. It was a 
pleasurable feeling. She wondered if Sue would have felt her bosoms. Her 
nipples seemed to explode in excitation. They were already firm. She was 
proud of her nipples. They were especially large, and when she was excited 
they were almost rock hard. She could almost have an orgasm by titilating 
her nipples. They were that sensitive. 

Her throbbing clitoris was having a symphony played on it. Her cuntal lips 
and her vagina were in harmony. The 

additional stimulation from having her nipples caressed, and her mouth 
kissed so lovingly, was all that was required for Carrie to simply slide 
into a series of totally satisfying orgasms. 

She closed her eyes in sensual pleasure. Carrie had become, a totally sexual 
animal. There was nothing negative in this lifestyle. She realized that her 
decision to sign the paper with John that fateful Saturday night had been 
the right one. 

The orgasms came in multiples and were in fact continuous. Carrie could have 
stayed in that position the rest of the night. 

Because of her total sensitivity, Carrie felt the giant cock throb and 
contract, and then, like magic, she felt the hot semen shoot into her cunt. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh," she gasped, "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh, Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh 
Tory, that's beautiful." 

Peter began to kiss her cheeks, her lips, her nose, listening to her 
passion. 

"Oh yes! Ohhhhhhhhh yes! Yes! Yes! I'm cuming-- 

Tory, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Sue, your finger, faster, more, more!" 

It was sexual ecstasy to Carrie. Then it was over. Tory's body relaxed. He 
slipped his cock from Carrie's red hot cunt. Sue's finger slipped inside, 
following Tory's cock as if by instinct. 

Tory stood still holding Carrie's legs, his cock dangling in front of him. 
He rested, looking down. He watched Sue gently finger fuck Carrie, trying 
not so much to arouse her but to let her orgasm and her sexual arousal fade 
slowly so that it would be more complete. She produced magic in Carrie's 
cunt. 

Carrie relaxed, enjoying the gentle finger as it moved 

around and around in her pussy and then upward over and around her sensitive 
clitoris. 

After a while Carrie breathed a sigh of relief. Total euphoria had set in. 
The orgasm, the arousal, was for the moment over. 

Sue finally sensed this and withdrew her finger. She leaned forward and 
kissed Carrie gently on her lips. Then she raised her head back and 
whispered, 

"I'm glad I shared it." 

Carrie said softly, "thank you, thank you." 

Tory put her legs down and Carrie turned around on the bar stool. Peter had 
a glass of wine waiting for her. She put it up to her lips, sipping it 
slowly. 

The evening had continued along the same line. They had sex in a doorway, in 
an alley, in three coffee shops, and finally at midnight they had been so 
totally famished they had eaten another complete meal. 

Their enjoyment complete, they had gone happily back to Carrie's apartment 
where all eight of them had spread out on her king-sized bed and an open, 
laughing orgy had followed. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Friday, they called Zombie Day, because for the eight of them at least they 
all FELT like zombies as they walked automatically through their work. 

Rumor upon rumor shot through the company. At one point a little past the 
lunch hour, Carrie's phone had rung and it was John to congratulate her on 
her imagination and to express how sorry it was that he hadn't been a part 
of it. He was not, however, resentful. He was totally caught up in the 
sequence that Carrie was following, and totally agreed with her, and 
suggested that maybe another day or another night he might share such an 
experience with her. 

She loved him for that, and they laughed together as she told him some of 
the wild details. 

Sometime later in the afternoon Kevin came into her office, and told her of 
the various distortions of the story that he personally had heard as the day 
went on. They had decided as a group not to try to cover up what they did. 
And so, the word was spreading. It made no difference to Carrie, because she 
realized that the more it spread the more cooperation she would get. 

Kevin also told her that all arrangements for Saturday had been made and 
that the parade was due to start at eleven AM. She smiled and said, "Good." 

She had closed the office in a state of exhaustion and gone directly home. 
It was Saturday morning at eight thirty before she regained consciousness 
and woke up, smiling as she realized the totally beneficial effect of her 
long twelve hours of sleep. 

She would bathe and made a couple of phone calls and be at the parade 
starting point well before eleven. 

San Francisco was turning out fairly well for the parade. It was not often 
that a foreign king visited the city on an official mission, and the parade 
was being held to honor that visit. The National Guard had seven truck loads 
of soldiers plus a number of other vehicles to add to the parade. There were 
bands, clowns, there was much laughter, and there was a beautiful, sunny sky 
as well to help everything along. 

Carrie was not really supposed to be in the parade, but it made no 
difference to her. No one would ever see her if she was able to work out the 
fantasy she had in mind. 

She climbed happily into the open truck with her men when the signal went 
out that they were supposed to load up. The sides of the truck were high and 
the men stood around the perimeter, the idea being to wave at the people as 
they drove along. They were representing the military, of course. As a 
consequence they were dressed in uniform. When the truck started Carrie was 
simply laying on the mattress on the floor of the truck's bed, her hands 
behind her head, waiting until things got underway. 

Some of the men jokingly made comments down to her, but she didn't care. As 
far as she was concerned, she was going to fuck every one of them if she 
possibly could before the parade was over. 

She began to remove her clothes. The idea of laying in full view of some 
people who might be looking down from skyscraper windows, was totally 
obsessing her now. She could feel her vagina juicing in anticipation. She 
folded her clothing carefully. She didn't want to get off of the truck with 
her clothes rumpled. She smiled to herself. She could see Kevin at the back 
end of the truck. He would be the FIRST one to fuck her. 

There was a band just behind them as they moved slowly up the street. 
Skyscrapers began to loom into view. It seemed to Carrie they were just 
barely moving, and in fact that was true. They were going at a parade pace, 
which was dictated largely by the bands walking pace. Marching music seemed 
to reverberate downward into the truck. It was all so exciting to Carrie. 
She could see faces peering down. Because it was Saturday, the skyscrapers 
were mostly vacant. One man stared down at her from about a 20th floor, 
incredulous at the sight of a naked woman laying spread-legged on a mattress 
in the truck going by beneath him. Carried waved up at him, but the man 
couldn't move. She smiled to herself. It was PERFECT. She had felt the surge 
of excitement at the sight of the man. She was waiting for others. She 
realized there was NOTHING anybody could do. No one was going to stop the 
parade to search a truck on such a wild premise. She felt secure. 

She calculated she could handle two men at a time and no one would ever know 
the difference. The problem was, should she try to undress the men or just 
pull their trousers off, or what? 

She lay there soaking in the excitement of the strange moment, her fingers 
moving slowly back and forth over her open cunt. When she was sure the 
parade was underway she got to her feet, crouching down, and moved forward 
to where Kevin was standing. She actually took him by 

surprise when she grabbed his penis, because he was busy waving at someone 
on the street. 

He looked down and then quickly looked back. Carrie simply unbuckled his 
trousers and let them drop around his ankles. She pulled his underwear down. 
She leaned back and looked at him. He was waving and appearing nonchalant to 
anyone from the street and was standing there with his pants and his 
underwear down around his ankles, his cock sticking out at an obscene angle, 
already swollen in anticipation. 

She smiled and leaned forward. She pinched his ass, trying to make him jump. 

"Bitch," he said down to her playfully. 

She smiled to herself. Her hands were on his sinewy ass cheeks and she 
pulled on his behind, moving his cock ever closer to her mouth. She opened 
her mouth. He shoved in and she sucked greedily. It was all so incredibly 
sensuous to her, she loved his pistoning penis in her mouth. Her cunt was 
already dripping. She was totally excited. She remembered that first day she 
had seen Kevin's cock underneath his pants. She had called him into her 
office. It seemed so long ago. A warmth spread throughout her body. She 
sucked avidly, aware that his cock was growing in her mouth. It was a super 
sensation. His cock seemed to grow harder and harder and she became more 
hungry to suck the sperm out of him. 

Finally, she took her mouth off his cock and grabbed his penis in her hand 
and pulled him toward the mattress. 

Now that he was out of view of the crowd he changed personality. 

"You bitch," he said laughingly as he jumped on her. "Am I ever going to 
fuck you." 

He was awkward, the pants around his ankles halfway tripped him. He stumbled 
on top of her. Quickly he kicked 

one foot free of the pants and he was on his knees between her legs. Her 
cunt was simply gaping up at him, hungry, waiting, demanding. He worked his 
penis into her and then, shoved it in all the way. 

"I've been so eager for that cock of yours," Carrie gasped as he thrust into 
her with savage force. 

They fucked for several moments and finally Carrie paused and whispered, 
"Isn't this exciting?" She had been fucking with her eyes open, trying to 
see if somebody was looking down at them. She had seen several faces, but 
none was like the first man. She wanted that look of amazement, that look of 
aghast recognition. She was patient, though, and loving the cock boring deep 
in her cunt. She fucked back. 

The white, hot moment had not arrived yet, but she knew it was close. 

She suddenly became aware that Kevin was cumming. The semen was incredibly 
delicious. She could not remember having semen hit her cervix and her 
inner-vagina at a moment when she was at this stage of arousal, and somehow 
it seemed more exciting to her. Somehow she could appreciate it more. She 
relaxed, enjoying the convulsions and jerks of Kevin's body as he shot his 
load of sperm inside her. It was BEAUTIFUL. She felt happy that she could 
create such pleasure for him. She had hot, warm feelings for this young man. 
She assumed she would never see him after the two week period was over. But 
still, she didn't know that for sure. It made no difference. The moment was 
simply fantastic. 

She closed her eyes, savoring Kevin's orgasm. When she opened her eyes she 
realized Peter was kneeling beside her on the mattress, his penis already 
out of his pants, semi-erect and placed quite close to her head. 

Because of Kevin's body she couldn't put it in her 

mouth, and so she grabbed it with her hand and began to pump his prick. She 
looked up at him. 

"You're next," 

She was taunting. 

"I know," he said. "Believe me, I'M READY!" 

Kevin moved away and lay beside her on the narrow mattress, Peter took his 
place. His cock was stiff enough for penetration. He shoved himself inside 
of her. He had not taken his pants down, but his testicles and penis were 
sticking out of his fly. She could feel his testicles against her buttocks 
as he pushed himself firmly against her crotch. 

Kevin reached up and touched her lips with his fingertips. 

"Beautiful, boss lady," he whispered. 

"You don't have to whisper, Kevin" 

He laughed. "I know I don't," he spoke up, his voice was clear. "It was 
beautiful, it really was. If I can get it up again before this damn parade 
is over, I'll fuck you again." 

In a moment he was back at the truck railing. He stood beside Tory. He 
motioned to Tory, suggesting he get ready. Tory looked back. His cock was 
almost erect. He left the railing and got down beside Carrie, whipping his 
cock out as he did so. 

His body seemed to loom over her and she wondered since he was so big if his 
head could be seen from the street, but she really didn't care. Peter was 
fucking her hard now. She had wrapped her legs around his back, bucking her 
cunt upward into his driving penis. She reached out and took Tory's pecker 
in her hand. Of all the cocks she had found so far, his was the one she 
liked the most. There was something about the size and the shape of his 
penis that turned her on totally. 

She began to pull on his prick slowly, caressing it into hardness. 

By the time Peter had cum, Carrie's legs were getting tired and so when 
Peter moved away, Carrie also moved, suggesting to the now erect Tory, that 
he lay on his back. She settled her cunt down over his thrusting upraised 
cock, easing her cunt as slowly and teasingly downward as she could, not 
only to give herself the maximum pleasure, but to give him the ultimate 
pleasure as well. 

"I love to fuck you, Tory," she exclaimed. The passion was deep and husky in 
her voice. 

The big man just smiled back. He had never known a woman quite like Carrie. 
He began to fondle her shapely breasts. It was the first sign of 
sophistication that Carrie had ever seen in Tory. She was almost 
disappointed in a way, because she loved his raw animal qualities. Still, 
his giant hands were gentle and caressing on her sensitive breasts. The 
sunlight hit them. They felt warm now under the sunshine. 

His fingers were producing a magic rhythm on her erect nipples. Carrie 
closed her eyes in ecstasy, raising her head back, allowing her body to sink 
completely over the giant cock, which was filling her cum-slickened vagina. 

She sat there a moment, and then slowly began to rhythmically grind her hips 
back and forth, fucking him as completely as she could with long, sensual 
strokes, almost letting his penis slip from her vagina and then letting it 
slide completely down the long, hot, wet channel of her sexuality. Her head 
went back. She was looking up. 

She realized that she was looking at buildings above the cab of the truck. 
She began to search for faces, her eyes roving back and forth, but all the 
time she was totally aware of the fact that she now had a white, hot cunt 
and she fucked in anticipation of orgasms which she knew were only moments 
away. 

A few moments later, just as her orgasm was about to 

occur, she looked directly into the eyes of a man on the tenth floor of a 
building they were going by. He was looking directly down at her, and 
smiling. The window from which he was looking was open. She could see him 
ever so clearly. He nodded, raising a pair of binoculars. She realized, 
suddenly, that the man had an extremely intimate view of her, that he could 
recognize her. For a brief instant she had an awkward feeling of fear. This 
was something she had never anticipated. Then the man lowered his binoculars 
and she could see the broad smile flash on his face. Slowly he raised his 
hand and put the tip of his forefinger and thumb together in the gesture of 
"perfect" and stuck them out towards her. She smiled up at him, she raised 
her hand and waved. She was pleased at the silent endorsement. She watched 
the man as the truck moved underneath him, turning her head slowly. 

At one point she said, "Tory, look, look right up where I'm looking, there's 
a man looking right at us." 

Tory simply grunted. He could have cared less. He feared nothing like that. 
It made no difference to him. His mind was animalistic and it was totally 
concentrated on the magic that Carrie's hungry and pumping vagina was 
creating on his stabbing cock. 

The orgasm was so tremendous, probably because she realized the man in the 
window was looking directly at her, that Carrie almost fainted with 
PLEASURE. 

When it had swept through her system, she collapsed on Tory's chest. The big 
man was still fucking. He realized that Carrie had cum, but it was not of 
any interest to him beyond the slight feeling of happiness. He knew she 
could cum again. He knew he could keep fucking her and his own balls were 
now about to burst. He moved his hips up and down. Carrie relaxed on his 
massive chest, her head turning to one side, almost reeling from the impact 
of the pleasure 

she had just received. 

Then, while she was in that position, she felt a feeling which she was able 
to identify. Some wet fingers were caressing her anus. A gasp caught in her 
throat. She had not thought of the possibility of a sexual sandwich in the 
middle of Market Street, in the middle of a parade. 

A quick, lightening-like orgasm shot through her body, taking her completely 
by surprise. She screamed softly into Tory's chest. 

Then she relaxed. She wanted the finger in her anus. And she felt it slide 
in. She felt more saliva hit the crack of her ass-hole. She felt it ooze 
slowly down to where her anal opening was and felt it work inside. The 
finger went all the way in. But she realized the man was only preparing her 
for screwing. She wondered who it was. 

Then she felt the second finger slide inside her. The man was simply 
enlarging her anus. The man knew what he was doing. This would be 
pleasurable. She waited, letting him prepare her, trying to relax as much as 
she knew how. 

Tory's giant cock was still slipping in and out, in and out, in a magic 
rhythm all its own. She began to concentrate on that. Her mind left the 
image of her anus temporarily because of the pleasure of Tory's penis 
shoving in her pussy. 

Then she was made aware of the man again as she felt the body move into 
position behind her and almost immediately there was the firm, reassuring 
pressure of the swollen knob of a penis as it pressed hard against her anal 
opening. She pushed back as much as she could, but knew that this was a 
moment where she would feel SOME pain. The penis hesitated, and then very 
firmly but gently pushed against her again. She felt her ass-hole 
stretching. She felt the first twinge of pain. Her stomach tightened, but 
she knew that she must stay as relaxed as possible. 

The pressure continued. She wished the man would shove harder to get the 
pain over with, but he was being very gentle. She felt her anus stretching 
still more. The pain got more intense. 

Then the man, obviously an expert, gave a quick, short push forward, a firm, 
penetrating shove. It was then that the head of his cock slipped by her 
sphincter muscles ant he was suddenly inside her anus. He held himself in 
that position briefly, waiting for her to relax and get used to his girth. 

Carrie did not know that it was Tony. She did not realize she was about to 
get eleven inches of cock inside ol her ass-hole. She did not realize she 
was about to get a sensation she had never experienced before, nor, of 
course, did she realize she was about to be filled with as much cock as she 
had ever had in her life. 

Tony paused, waiting, his long, throbbing cock vibrating. He could feel 
Tory's cock through the thin membrane separating Carrie's anal canal and her 
vaginal tract. He enjoyed the feeling of the giant cock moving against his 
own cock. He became aware of the fact that when he had shoved himself all 
the way in, that Carrie might have more penis inside of her than she could 
stand. He decided to shove slowly. He spit more saliva onto the shaft of his 
cock and then began to move inwardly, slowly. He thrust it out and back in, 
going a little farther each time, his hands on Carrie's voluptuous hips, his 
eyes glued to the totally erotic sight just below them. He had never seen 
such an incredibly beautiful ass. When he withdrew his cock slightly thin 
red filaments of anal tissue around the opening seemed to stick to his shaft 
as though trying to suck it back in. He smiled. He put as much saliva as he 
could on the shaft of his penis, trying to work it ever so gently into her 
anus. He could feel the difference. It was getting easier. She was relaxing. 
He 

realized he wasn't hurting her. 

Finally when Carrie had adjusted her body so that her legs were spread as 
much as possible and her stomach and breasts were pressed against Tory's 
massive chest and belly, Tony pushed his eleven inch cock all the way inside 
of her. 

It was an unbelievable exciting experience for Carrie. Almost automatically 
she realized it was Tony. As she lay there feeling the long, stimulating 
cock shaft moving slowly into her ass-hole, she wondered when it would stop. 
She wondered when she would feel his stomach pressing against her buttocks 
and it had gone on far beyond her anticipation. She knew that Tony's cock 
was the only one of that length in the truck. She smiled to herself, 
"Another fantasy, taking massive amounts of cock inside of her body, is 
coming true," 

"Tony," she said. 

"Yes boss lady?" 

"Tony, I'm glad that's you. Please fuck me gently, I'm AFRAID you'll hurt 
me." 

"Nothing to worry about, boss lady. You just let me know if it hurts, that's 
not what I'm here for." 

He smiled to himself, and began moving his huge penis back and forth. 

Tory could feel Tony's cock thru the thin membrane. 

It was not an exciting feeling for Tory. His giant body continued to fuck 
the luscious redhead's body that was totally engulfing him. His hands 
reached down to feel her hips and her back. He loved the texture of her 
skin. He knew how appealing her skin was in the daylight. 

The two men instinctively developed a fucking rhythm. When Tory's cock moved 
inward, Tony's cock moved outward. It was hypnotic. The vibrations of the 
truck, the street sounds, the bright, warm sunlight, the fact that several 
of the men were watching them, making comments. 

while they waved at the crowd below, all blended together to make an alloy 
of some sexual strength. 

And Carrie was the total recipient. Her mind was simply out of focus with 
pleasure. Nothing mattered to her. She was trying to open up her own 
receptivity to maximum and realized that she was accomplishing a maximum she 
had never even anticipated before. The cocks were mesmerizing her. She was a 
totally sexual creature. 

She heard the sounds as she realized somewhat the situation she was in, but 
she had gone beyond that. Gone was her curiosity about being seen. Gone was 
her fantasy of being in a public place. She had simply slipped that one 
extra dimension that enabled her to for the first time in her life be 
absolutely, TOTALLY SEXUAL. She felt completely, vibrantly alive. She felt 
she could fuck on forever. Her basic feeling was that of opening her body tc 
receive and enjoy all the pleasure she could get. A secondary feeling was 
her sure knowledge that her voluptuous body was offering the maximum 
pleasure it was capable of giving. Carrie was completely happy as the two 
men drove their gigantic cocks in unison in and out of her body. And then 
she felt them both rutting into her as they got their rocks off 
simultaneously. The double fuck fell fantastic. 

The parade was over long before Carrie wanted it to be. Yet, she had lost 
track of whether she had fucked every man in the truck or not. As they were 
pulling into the disembarking area, the men realized that Carrie was wild 
with sex and wanted to stay in the truck and fuck and fuck and fuck. They 
good humouredly got her dressed back on some sort of a non-sexual even keel 
and unloaded her before she grasped the full significance of sex she had 
gotten herself into. 

But she was in good hands. Quickly the men, and there 

were some twenty five of them, flagged down three cabs and they all bundled 
themselves and headed for a bar to have a drink. They kidded her as they 
road along, and she began to come back into focus. It was not that she 
really didn't realize what was happening, it was only that the dimension of 
sex of just a short time ago had been so profound that it was difficult for 
her to rid her system of it and zip back in reality. She was good humored, 
but she sat between a couple of the men, shaking slightly, so totally sexual 
that she couldn't quite contain herself. 

One of the men offered her a cigarette. They realized they were seeing 
something they had never seen before. She smoked contentedly, the men 
holding her. 

Inside the bar, and with a couple of drinks inside of her, Carrie's common 
sense returned and she began to kid the men. 

"Hey, you guys, I lost count back in that truck. I think it's time we kept 
score. Just how many of you did I fuck. How many of you did I miss?" 

There was laughter and kidding. 

Much to Carrie surprise, she discovered that there were actually seven of 
the men she hadn't had sex with. It astonished her. In her imagination she 
had had sex with a hundred men, perhaps two hundred. She told them her 
feelings. They talked about it. Then the subject seemed to veer away from 
sex and they were kidding in general. In the soft, quiet luxury of their 
companionship, Carrie's mind began to work again. The afternoon was wearing 
on. The sun was setting. 

"Hey guys, I've got an idea," she said finally. "How many of you have been 
to the Clayton Towers? 

Most of them raised their hands. A couple hadn't been there. She began to 
get excited. 

"Come on, let's all go to the Clayton Towers. There's a 

corner in that room where I think we can have some fun." 

The men stared at her in disbelief. 

"Come on, let's go. I think we're going to have some fun." 

They could see she was getting excited, and they knew by now that Carrie was 
a genuine person. Finally they all piled back into some cabs and went to The 
Towers." 

They took the elevator to the top floor and emerged at The Top of the 
Clayton Towers, a happy, exuberant group. 

Carrie led them to the right of the elevator around a couple of partitions 
to a nook at one corner of The Towers where the giant windows looked out 
over the Golden Gate Bridge. A long bed-like seat ran at the base of the 
window and then there were small tables with chairs clustered just beyond. 

"Come on, we can sit here. We can do it here," she said. 

The men, still not really comprehending what she had in mind, began to fill 
up the chairs. They crowded the corner. The waitress came and they ordered 
drinks. They sat there laughing and kidding. 

Carrie was surprisingly quiet, her mind actively pursuing the newfound 
possibility her imagination had created. The corner was a perfect place to 
fuck in front of the whole city, provided she could figure out how to do it 
in a way where she wouldn't get arrested. It seemed so obvious. Why couldn't 
the bench be used as a bed? Why couldn't the bodies of the men shield what 
was happening from the view of the rest of the room? 

It was while she was on her third drink that it all crystallized in Carrie's 
mind. She had worked out all the possibilities. She surprised herself at how 
calculating she had become. It amused that she would be so careful about 
something she had heretofore never even considered doing and now it seemed 
like an obsession. 

It all became quite dear. It would work. She crowded 

the men around her, as though to tell them what her plan was. It was then 
that Kevin began to laugh. 

"Boss lady," he finally said. "I'll drink to you." He held out his drink. 

She didn't know what he was talking about, but she raised her drink. They 
clinked glasses. 

"What are you talking about?" she said. 

"Boss lady, we're way ahead of you," he said. 

"I don't know what you mean," she said. 

"You want to fuck in this corner, don't you?" he said. It was blunt, but it 
was clear. 

She appreciated that. It surprised her. 

"Yes. Yes I do. How did you know?" 

"Hey, we all want to fuck in this corner, boss lady, it's just a matter of 
who does it first." 

"You're kidding." 

It did surprise her. Kevin leaned forward, he was very serious, he looked 
directly into her eyes. 

"Believe me, with all these bodies, there's no way anybody is going to 
interrupt us. We can do ANYTHING we want." 

He was completely serious and he was completely right. Twenty-five men as a 
shield was indeed a fairly secure thing. The men began to laugh, excitement 
spread thru the group. 

Carrie looked around at them. They were beautiful. They were in her control. 
She realized this and she wanted to give them what she could give them. 

Finally she shook her head and smiled with her eyes and said, very clearly 
and slowly, "Well, who wants to begin?" 

They yelled. It was too loud. People in the rest of the room looked. The men 
were aware that they were too loud. They quickly shushed each other. Tony 
spoke up. 

"Hey, you guys, we gotta play it cool or it'll never 

work.' 

They caught on. They quieted down. 

Carrie got up from her seat and moved to the bench. Behind her, out across 
the city, the Golden Gate Bridge lay in a reef of fog, but beyond it the sun 
was setting. The city lights were aglow in all their twinkling splendor 
below them. It was fascinating, beautiful. The Clayton Towers was their 
platform. They were indeed in front of the entire city. 

Carrie relaxed back. She looked out at the room, realizing that the way the 
men were positioned at the moment she could be seen. 

"We've got to bunch closer," she insisted. "People can see us." 

The men collectively turned their heads and realized the truth, and then 
collectively sort of rearranged their bodies. It became a more intimate 
group. Several of the men left one of the tables and moved closer. A wall 
was formed, a casual, unobtrusive wall, but a wall nonetheless. 

Then Carrie had a thought. "The only problem, fellows, is the waitress. 
She's going to want to get in here." 

Kevin laughed. "Well then, boss lady, why don't we let her in?" He smiled, 
knowingly. 

She looked at him. "She exclaimed, "You wouldn't dare." 

"Oh we wouldn't, huh. What do you think she's going to do?" 

Carrie thought about it. "Well, she could scream." 

"No, she's not going to scream. We're going to be gentle." 

The men laughed, imagining what they might do to a waitress. 

It was, quite by accident, an instantaneous possibility that none of them 
had ever thought of. Carrie realized this. Suddenly they were all involved 
in living out Carrie's 

fantasy. It pleased her. She laughed at the pure truth that seemed to emerge 
from every natural and honest situation. It was pleasing to her. She felt 
her overriding surge of excitement, that wondrous thing that had been 
occurring to her for the entire week. She smiled to herself, it had indeed 
been a week ago, at, in fact, just about this time, when she had signed the 
paper which had served as the catalyst that was to change her life. She 
nodded, looking at the men and said, "So be it." 

.She began to raise her skirt and lay back down on the bench. "Why don't we 
begin," she asked them. Then she raised up and in mock seriousness said, 
"Assuming that I am to be the recipient of all your pleasures." 

The men laughed. She was, of course, the ONLY woman there. They got the 
joke. She lay back down, smiling. 

Jerry, a short, stocky, powerful young man was at her feet instantly. He had 
been one of the men she hadn't fucked on the truck. 

"I think I have first dibbs," he said, in good humor. "After all, I didn't 
get any action on the truck." 

"Right on," Carrie nodded. "You're first, Jerry. How do we do this?" 

She raised herself up and curled her body around so that her head fell in 
Jerry's lap, resting on his knees, her head only inches from his crotch. 
Gently she began to unzip his fly. She wondered what a short, stocky man's 
penis would look like. She couldn't remember ever having had a short, stocky 
man, especially one as athletic and as powerful looking as Jerry. She 
reached inside his pants, searchingly, and a gasp came from her throat. His 
penis did not feel like a penis, but more like a growth, it was so thick. It 
was the thickest penis she had ever felt. Gradually she realized it was his 
penis. At first she had almost thought it was his testicles it was so thick. 
Then she identified its shape and 

pulled it from his pants. It was not particularly long, perhaps 5 inches, 
but it was incredibly thick. She stared at it in fascination. She looked up 
at Jerry, who was smiling down at her, "My God, Jerry, I've never seen such 
a thick cock." 

"I know, I've heard that before," he said. He was not arrogant. He did not 
mean it that way. "I really have," he said. "But believe me, it works." 

That brought a smile to Carrie's face. "I'll bet it does," she said. She 
could already feel it thickening under her caress. She began to milk his 
pulsing penis slowly. There was no way she was going to get it all into her 
mouth. She began to wonder if she could get it in her cunt. It grew to 
hardness, stone hardness, almost immediately. 

A couple of the guys made comments. Jerry, hearing them, simply said, "Fuck 
off! Fuck off, you guys." 

It was all good natured. 

Then, Carrie uncurled herself again and lay back on the bench, reaching out, 
inviting Jerry to get down between her legs. 

Jerry rested on his knees a moment, staring down in fascination into the 
lovely red bush which was now dark in the subdued light of the Clayton 
Towers window and felt his sexual urges throbbing in his loins. He had not 
fucked Carrie before and he had spent the entire day in anticipation, and 
then had had to experience the disappointment of having the parade end 
before he got in on the action. And now he realized fully it was his turn. 
His cock was simply aching to plunge itself into the beautiful, voluptuous, 
woman laying so invitingly before him. 

She was beckoning with her hands, her long, elegant white legs spread, 
revealing the full red bush that ran down along either side of her cuntal 
lips and came together near her anus. He had never seen such a full bush and 
Jerry was. 

if anything, a hair man. He tried to relax, afraid that he would ejaculate 
before he ever got next to the bush. His cock seemed to be pounding. He 
tried to do some arithmetic in his head as he stared. But it was the staring 
that was doing him in, the staring at the extremely lovely visual image. It 
was a fantasy coming true. 

Finally, when he felt he was in control and could wait no longer, he leaned 
forward so that his knuckles were along side of Carrie's breasts, resting on 
the soft bench top and he pushed his cock forward, feeling the warmth of 
Carrie's hot cunt as he came close. It was like a homing device. He smiled 
to himself, he was like one of those heat-seeking missiles. He pushed his 
cock against her cuntal opening. 

Carrie quickly moved her hands down, trying to steer him inside of herself, 
afraid of his dimensions. Her hands caressed his pulsing cock lovingly, 
moving the broad, thick tip back and forward in the opening of her crack. 

Then, when she realized he was centered on the opening, she took her hands 
and spread her cuntal lips apart and looked up at him. 

"Push, Jerry, shove it in. I want that cock of yours inside of me." 

Listening in disbelief, Jerry could only respond. It was like a COMMAND. He 
drove his cock forward, the heat of her cunt seeming to sear great rings of 
pleasure around the circumference of his rigid penis. He felt it slip inside 
of her. He was not unfamiliar with sex, but he had certainly not anticipated 
Carrie. He was wallowing in the abject pleasure of her voluptuous body and 
her inviting personality. 

He let his penis sink lovingly and lustily into her gaping cunt. And then 
gasped in astonishment when he felt her pelvis begin the slow, distinct 
fucking movement. 

Carrie rolled her head lustfully to the side, looking at the 

shield of bodies. 

"Hey you guys, you better do your job. I got a feeling this is going to be 
real good." 

She had felt the distinct pleasure of a new feeling in her life as the thick 
cock had slipped past her cuntal lips, filling her, almost hurting her. It 
was exquisite and she bucked back up against the thickness of his prick with 
enthusiasm. 

The men crowded around. They were not lined up like passengers at a railing, 
but had arranged themselves in a casual, relaxed and normal manner as if 
they were two or three groups seated around tables. But the cumulative 
effect was that of a shield. 

Carrie could see that from her position on the bench. She relaxed and began 
to concentrate on Jerry between her legs. 

She did not want to raise her legs too high for fear that someone would see 
her feet up in the air. She let her legs open as far as she could to get his 
sturdy, powerful body with his stabbing cock, as far into herself as she 
could get it. 

Jerry was surprising himself. Whereas moments before he had been concerned 
about premature ejaculation, now he felt calm and in control and his cock 
was sucked in her cunt as it probed and pushed against the red, voluptuous 
lips of the redheaded woman beneath him. 

He became absorbed with his sexual energy. Jerry was by nature a gentle man. 
It did not interest him to pile-drive his penis in and out of a cunt. He 
preferred the slow, sensual approach. If Jerry had a cock of greater length, 
he would have been in absolute sexual heaven. But his own penis was long 
enough. He began to stroke in his natural manner in and out of Carrie's hot, 
slick vagina. He couldn't believe the heat. He held still for a moment to 
feel her vaginal muscles contracting, sucking, at the walls of his penis. 
His mind began to blur in the ecstasy of her cunt 

clasping his cock. 

Carrie, meanwhile, had rolled her head so that she could see out the window. 
She could see the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. She was too low on the 
bench to see the lights of the city below the window, but she had the 
distinct feeling of being naked and exposed and exhibiting herself in front 
of the entire city. The shear thrill of it was almost more than she could 
comprehend. It was fantasy after fantasy after fantasy, it seemed, and she 
laughed to herself and she enjoyed it. 

The driving urgency of Jerry's happy cock began to get her attention more 
and more. She felt herself slipping from the delicious orange to the 
intensely delicious white of her stomach heat. She began to grind her hips. 
She had never fucked a short, powerful man like this, and found his body 
especially appealing. She could wrap her legs completely around his waist, 
but she didn't dare do that. She thought to herself that maybe in the next 
week she could get him in bed one more time. There was an energy, a 
demanding sensual energy coming from Jerry and it was delicious to Carrie. 

She lay back, enjoying, everything was so complete for her. She realized she 
was totally exciting to the young man, and all the young men. It gave her a 
sense of power, a sense of reason. She LOVED it. 

And then Carrie began to cum. There was something about Jerry's insistent 
pumping penis that was driving her crazy. 

The cum caught her by surprise. She had not recognized that instant when the 
orgasm rippled up into her throat in a strong, pleasurable searing kind of 
way. She smiled, her mouth falling open in astonishment as the electric 
currents of her passion shot through her body, seeming to tear at her 
stomach muscles in their intensity. 

Jerry, reacting to the increase of movement in Carrie's pelvis, began to be 
swept away with his own emotion. He fucked her with energy and with great 
completeness, loving the rippling feeling of her hot, sensuous vagina as it 
rippled over the veins in his engorged cock. 

When he came, when the semen began to shoot through his penis, it Was almost 
with a sense of relief to the young man, because the pleasure he was 
deriving from Carrie had become so intense, it was almost painful. He had 
never had that happen before. And though he loved it, he loved the orgasm 
even more. He held himself rigid over her cunt, feeling the semen work it's 
way through his penis on its hot path towards her cunt. 

How exciting," Carrie thought to herself. "How utterly and totally wild to 
feel the hot semen of such a happy, energetic man pouring into my body. What 
a glorious sensation." She began to feel ecstatic with the solution she had 
come up with in recent days. It was unbelievable to her that she could be 
lying in the window of this tall, sophisticated building being fucked. She 
hoped Jerry was feeling the same pleasure she was. She rolled her head 
towards the other men. 

A waitress who worked in the restaurant at the top of Clayton Towers walked 
over to where they were. 

As she stood there staring down in disbelief at Carrie, Carrie's eyes came 
into contact with hers. Carrie did not care what the waitress did. She was 
only concerned about the good feelings of the waitress. She didn't want her 
to be embarrassed, she didn't want her to do anything that would disrupt 
this lovely moment. And so in a way her eyes were pleading, but there was no 
fear in them, and something about the directness of her gaze caught the 
waitress' attention. 

It was about that time that Kevin slipped his hand 

between the waitress' stockinged legs and began to hug one of her legs. He 
was not literally feeling her up, and it was not an uncommon thing to the 
waitress to feel this fresh pawing which some men are inclined to do. But 
Kevin hugged her quite closely with one arm and then with his other quickly 
reached up and put his hand directly on her pubic bush, pushing against it 
thru the red fabric of her pants. The waitress reacted. She tried to back 
away, and then, for the first time realized she couldn't move. She was 
standing with four men seated on all four sides of her, trapped. And one of 
those men had her leg in a vice-like grip and with his other hand was 
feeling her pussy. 

In a way Kevin was fortunate. He had hit the right spot with his hand and he 
was not rough. And as a consequence the waitress actually felt a twinge of 
pleasure despite her reaction. In her trapped position, and not wanting to 
create a ruckus in the room, her instinct was to look back into Carrie's 
eyes. 

Their eyes locked for a long tense moment and finally Carrie, realizing what 
Kevin was doing, simply smiled at the waitress and said, softly "Want to try 
it?" 

"What?" the waitress said, the words not coming easily from her throat. 
"What ... what ... what do you mean?" She was almost stammering. 

"Try it," Carrie said. "They mean no harm, they're very gentle, they're my 
lovers and you're welcome." Carrie was aware of the absurdity of what she 
said. Then she was aware that it wasn't really so absurd, she was telling 
the truth. And what she actually was aware of was the fact that these 
truthful words were indeed coming out of her own self-protective mouth. She 
smiled inwardly. A lot of changes had occurred in one week. 

She nodded to the lovely waitress, smiling, trying to give her reassurance. 
The waitress relaxed. "I can't," she said. 

"the manager, I have no time." The words were coming out in staccato fashion 
as the ugly reality of the situation, especially her own reality, became 
clearer and clearer in her completely confused mind. 

Kevin grew bolder, but then again he, too, was like Carrie, he didn't really 
give a damn. He realized there was nothing anyone would do. He took both 
hands and reached up and unsnapped her waitress' pants and then quickly 
hooked his fingers over the top of her pantyhose and before she could move 
began to pull them down. 

"No!" he heard from the girl above him. But she did not do anything to 
resist. Her hands were full of a tray and glasses and she was staring, as if 
hypnotized, at the strange look on Carrie's face. 

Tory, afraid that others in the room would see what was happening, stood up 
directly behind the tall blonde and his gigantic figure simply blocked her 
from view of the rest of the room. 

Kevin, realizing this, pulled more firmly on her pants. They were snug, but 
not that snug, and gradually he worked them down over her hips. The girl 
seemed petrified, frozen. The guys began laughing, horsing around. Carrie 
sat up on the bench and leaned towards the girl. Her pubic bush was 
uncovered now, and Kevin stopped. He put his finger on her clitoris. The 
girl pulled her pelvis away, but she couldn't move far enough, and she 
didn't want to create a ruckus in the room. Besides that, his finger felt 
good. She was literally so confused she didn't know what to do. And so she 
simply stared at Carrie as if waiting for the older woman to give her an 
answer. 

And Carrie had an answer. Quickly she slipped forward onto her knees in 
front of the tall waitress. She looked up, her nose only inches now from the 
pubic bush. 

"Then try me instead," she said, and quickly put her 

tongue into the woman's crotch. "No! No!" the waitress said. 

But Kevin was pushing her forward against Carrie's weight and Carrie put her 
arms up and held the woman's legs as she began to taste and tongue the 
delicious blonde bush in front of her. She could feel her tongue touch the 
clitoris. She knew she was hitting home. She felt the tension in the girl. 
Almost imperceptivity, after only a few licks of her tongue, she felt the 
girl relax. 

Tory, looking down over the waitress' shoulder, watching the action, reached 
around her and took the tray from her hand and put it on a nearby table. 
Then he leaned back, whispering, "Easy honey, enjoy." It was one of the most 
sophisticated things Tory had ever said to a woman. 

The blonde really had no choice as long as she didn't want to scream and 
cause a problem. She was caught so totally by surprise. First by the sexual 
image she had seen of the luscious spread-out Carrie as she was being 
fucked, and then by the quick and darting tongue that Carrie was thrusting 
into her crotch, that she began to respond sexually without really wanting 
to. 

It was the sharp, French-accented, masculine, "Stop it! Stop it! Do you 
hear! Stop it, I say!" that broke all of their concentration. The short, 
dapper, mustacheod manager was amongst them. He was a slight man, of French 
extraction and his black tuxedo stood out in sharp contrast to their casual 
dress. He had come amongst them unnoticed when he had somehow detected from 
across the room that his waitress was having trouble with the soldiers. He 
had not realized that Carrie was there at all. And then, when he got close 
enough, and moved amongst them, and looked down at Carrie actually tonguing 
his waitress' exposed cunt, the Frenchman's impatience with the situation 
emerged. 

Tony, upon hearing the "Stop-it's" and looking up to 

see the man, simply grabbed him and pulled him down onto the bench along 
side where Carrie had been fucking only moments before. "Sit down, Mac," 
Tony laughed, not recognizing the man as the manager. 

The man, however, was irate, and so irate that Carrie pulled her face away 
from the delicious cunt that she was enjoying so much and looked to see who 
was causing the trouble. Instantly she recognized what the situation was. 
She turned back to see who the soldier was along side of her, it was Derek. 

"Derek," she said quickly. "Take my place." 

"Huh?" 

"I said take my place. Get down on your knees and continue what I was doing. 
This girl is about to have an orgasm." 

Derek, in disbelief, knelt quickly down. The waitress had not moved. Carrie 
was right. Passion was consuming the young woman. The bizarre nature of what 
was happening to her had taken her by surprise and she was responding in a 
way that she would not normally have responded. An orgasm was almost upon 
her when Derek began to tongue her clitoris. 

Carrie turned toward the Manager. She reached up and put her hand over his 
mouth and smiled into his eyes. Then, using only the force of her presence, 
and the fact that she was female and thus surprised him completely, she 
simply pushed him backwards onto the bench. 

A modified cheer went up from the men and a rustle of excitement, sensing 
that Carrie was in control. She looked down at the man. He stared back at 
her, his mind unable to comprehend the sequence of events. Carrie reached 
down and unzipped his fly. 

She had trouble getting to his bare skin because of the cluster of underwear 
her hand ran into. And then she 

penetrated, feeling the thick, curly, black, French hair, and then finally 
the slender, delicate penis. She pulled on it, snaking it out. Another small 
cheer went up from the guys when the penis emerged. The man resigned 
himself, holding his hands up above his chest in a gesture of futility and 
then dropped them, staring back, looking into the eyes of his waitress who 
was standing right in front of him, right on the verge of orgasm. 

Her eyes were glazed partially closed. Tory was somewhat holding her up, his 
head along side of her head, whispering to her gently. Carrie hungrily 
sucked the Frenchman's cock into her mouth. She thought it might be fun to 
fuck. It had the length and she was sure that her vaginal muscles were 
strong enough to grip it. She had heard about Frenchmen. She wondered what 
he was like. 

Then as she sucked the Frenchman became concerned about what he was doing 
and he sat up quickly. Just as quickly Tony put his hand on his arm, but the 
man said, hurriedly, "No, I must stand up. People will suspect." There was 
truth to what he said, and Tony recognized it. 

Carrie, her mouth still on his cock, although her head was sort of pinched 
in his waist, also recognized the truth. She moved her head away toward 
Tony. "Stand him up, Tony. Stand him along side of his waitress." 

Tony got the idea instantly and he stood the Frenchman up, spinning him so 
that his back was towards the main room, and placed him along side of the 
waitress. Carrie moved in front of him again and began to suck once more on 
his erect cock, which was now rising in excitation. Kevin stood up along 
side of the manager. "Be cool fellow," he said menacingly. "Just be cool, we 
don't want any trouble. Do you understand?" 

"Oui, oui," the Frenchman said, his attention now torn between his 
embarrassment and the sexual excitement 

being caused by Carrie's expert lips. He looked down, staring in utter 
amazement at the beautiful redhead sucking on his cock. It was a lovely 
sight. He felt himself responding. 

Then, as he concentrated on his own pleasure, he heard just off his left 
shoulder the gentle, passionate, mewling as his waitress began to orgasm. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhhh" she said. "Oh yes Oooooohhhhhh, my goodness. My goodness! 
Oooooooooh, Ooooooohhhhhh." 

And then it was over, except the sound resounded through the Frenchman's 
soul. He had wanted to fuck his waitress for many months and had never done 
it. But now to hear her having an orgasm, which was unmistakable, in his ear 
only inches from her, and to be able to look down and see the luxuriant 
bush, was almost more than he could stand. Although his penis was not even 
erect, semen began to shoot out of it, down Carrie's throat. 

The impulse of the hot cum startled Carrie. She had not anticipated an 
orgasm from the Frenchman that quickly. She smiled to herself and quickly 
began gobbling at the penis, trying to make his pleasure as complete as 
possible. She couldn't believe the amount of semen he shot her. It flowed 
into her throat in great gobs. Finally when she couldn't swallow it any 
faster it began to spill out of the corners of her mouth and dribble down 
her neck. 

A couple of the men, seeing it, gave a cheer. Everyone was happy. Then, when 
it was over, and Carrie had taken her mouth away from the Frenchman's cock 
and looked up smiling with his semen on her chin and her face glistening 
with excitement, he had simply looked down at her and again, in a typical 
Frenchman gesture, had raised his hand in resignation to each side and then 
dropped them to his hips. He smiled down at her and nodded. He did not 
really want to leave, but it was over and he knew it. 

Carrie reached for a napkin and wiped his penis dry, stroking it lovingly. 
She reached out and took the waitress' hand, placing it on the manager's 
penis. 

"Why don't you do this," she said. 

The waitress, nonplused, had NO choice. She was feeling sensual anyway. She 
stroked the Frenchman's penis slowly, enjoying the feeling of it. The 
Frenchman looked at her in dismay and then, abruptly, pulled himself back, 
pulling his penis out of her extended hand. Quickly he stuffed his cock back 
into his pants and zipped up. The men laughed. They patted him on the back. 
They teased him. And then the man was gone. 

The waitress stood there, a ludicrous sight, her pantyhose and short pants 
pulled down around her lovely thighs just past her pubic bush. 

Tory reached around her and began to rub his fingers over her cunt. But the 
waitress would have none of it. She was too embarrassed. She turned quickly 
towards Tory, pushing his hand away, and just as quickly reached down and 
pulled her pantyhose and pants back into place. 

Kevin, realizing the humor of it, had already reached for her tray, and as 
she straightened out her blouse and became presentable, he simply handed the 
tray to her. She took it automatically. He bent forward, as thought bowing, 
looked up at her and smiled. "Thank you very much," he said. "Well take 
another round of drinks." 

"Oh," the waitress said. It wasn't disgust. She just simply had nothing else 
to say. She walked away. There was silence. The episode was over. For some 
reason everyone turned toward Carrie. She was watching the waitress, 
thinking. 

"Fellows, I think we better get out of here. We've taken this about as far 
as we can take it. But listen, before we go. 

and we're going to take some cabs, right? Before we go, there are six of you 
left that I haven't fucked today and so I want the six of you to get in the 
cab with me." She laughed. Everybody knew what she meant. They all loved 
her. 

They dropped some bills on the table and took the elevator down to the 
street. 

On the ride back to the presidio which Carrie suggested to the driver he do 
slowly in order to give them plenty of time, Carrie fucked the remaining six 
men. It was almost mechanical. There was no problem with erections since 
they were all so highly aroused by the day and anticipatory that it was 
simply a matter of them getting on top of her and stroking a few times. 

Carrie wallowed in the erotic experience, although it was almost 
anti-climatic to the rest of the day. They dropped her off at her apartment 
amidst a lot of shouting and laughter, and Carrie walked happily inside. 

Once inside she poured herself and strong drink and drank it and picked up 
the phone and dialed Sue. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was nearly midnight when Sue arrived and they quickly went down to the 
garage and got into Carrie's car and drove to a restaurant. Carrie was 
famished, it had been so long and so much energy had been spent. 

Carrie did not call Sue because of a sexual need. She wanted desperately to 
talk to her. She wanted to talk in a different environment and to a 
different psyche than the men she had been involved with all day. She told 
Sue with great excitement of what she had done. Sue sympatheized, but she 
didn't know whether she could do it herself. 

It was past two a.m. when they got back to the apartment, and they fell into 
bed in each other's arms, exhausted. 

They lay like that for more than an hour, a deep penetrating, massaging 
fingers of total sleep restoring their energy partly. The heat of their body 
and their own natural sensuality awakened them and they began to make 
passionate love. 

Carrie couldn't believe where her sexual energy was coming from. She lay in 
Sue's arms distinctly aware of the now always present surge of wondrous 
excitement in her body. She felt the heat in her stomach long before her 
clitoris had been touched or her breasts had been massaged. It was just the 
shear, perfect intimacy of it and the freedom. And she couldn't believe how 
fortunate she was. 

Finally she moved downward in the bed and took one of Sue's nipples in her 
mouth and began to play with it with her lips and tongue. As she lay there 
sucking on the succulent nipple unrelated thoughts went through her mind. 
The men, for instance, would be gone through Tuesday on a mock military 
exercise. John would not be with them. She did not look forward to the time 
when they would be gone. She had learned to rely on their availability. She 
ran her tongue lovingly over the taut nipple. She thought of John Malcolm's 
big cock, how lovely it was and how lonely she was for it. 

She wondered if her father had ever sucked on her mother's nipples. She 
hoped so, but she suspected it had never happened. She felt a closeness to 
her mother and wished she were there. She felt certain her mother would like 
to have her nipples sucked on. 

A strange thought occurred to her. Perhaps she herself would have like to 
nibble on her mother's breasts and give her mother sexual pleasure. Why not? 
Why would it be different than Sue? She smiled. There wouldn't be any 
difference except for what she had been taught. She moved a finger down to 
Sue's crotch, and then became aware of the heat in her own crotch, and 
twisted her body around so that her head was opposite Sue's clitoris and her 
clitoris was opposite Sue's mouth. She felt the first probing touch of Sue's 
insistent fingers. She pushed her crotch forward in invitation. She began to 
seep deeper and deeper into her own sensuality, her legs came apart, she 
felt Sue's fingers penetrate her vagina. She was astonished at the moisture. 
She did the same to Sue, running the two fingers of her hand deeply into the 
dark, throbbing channel, loving the texture, aware that Sue was as wet as 
she was. She took her hand away and put her arms around Sue's waist so that 
her hands were on Sue's buttocks. She reached between Sue's 

legs approaching her vagina from the back and got more lubrication on her 
fingers. Then, as she was doing that, she put her mouth over Sue's clitoris 
and began to tease and titillate it. After a moment she let her fingers slip 
from Sue's vagina and let them play idly around Sue's tiny, pouting anus. 
She heard a distinct moan come from Sue. She continued, letting her finger 
slide easily in and out only a quarter of an inch or a half inch at the 
most. She could feel Sue responding. She was not interested in penetrating 
her anus any further, but she knew it was a highly erogenous zone, 
especially if it felt to Sue anything like it felt to her. 

And then, as if Sue had read her mind, she felt Sue's fingertips doing the 
same thing to her. She opened her legs, trying to invite the young brunette 
to do it deeper. Sue responded and began sucking on Carrie's clitoris. They 
lay like that, totally relaxed, totally sensuous for a long, long time, and 
had several mutual orgasms. And then they relaxed their legs and fell asleep 
in roughly the same position, disconnected, but only by millimeters, the 
aroma of their sexuality permeating the room and their souls, and they slept 
deeply. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

With the men away, the Monday morning company room seemed unusually quiet 
and Carrie had worked for more than two hours in concentration at her desk, 
going over matters that she had avoided with the men there, catching up on 
her work. And it was almost ll o'clock when she became aware of another 
person in the room with her. She looked up, startled, directly into the eyes 
of a tall, white-haired, slender woman who was standing just inside of her 
office door, smiling, waiting for Carrie to notice her. 

It was one of the most beautiful women Carrie had ever seen. She did not 
know who she was, of course, but there was an instant attraction. 

"Are you Miss Tracton?" The woman asked her pleasantly. 

Carrie stood up. "Yes, I am. Can I help you?" She stared in fascination. The 
woman probably was in her sixties so Carrie judged, based on the hair alone, 
but it was the woman's color and her striking aquiline face that simply 
fascinated Carrie. 

"I'm Mrs. Cuzzins," the woman said, stepping forward, her hand outstretched. 

Carrie recognized the name. Cuzzins was the Commanding Officer of the Base. 
And then a bell rang in her mind. Though Carrie had never seen Mrs. Cuzzins, 
she had indeed heard comments about her beauty during her time as secretary 
to John Malcolm. Everything was falling into place. Mrs. Cuzzins was famous 
on the Base. Carrie shook her hand. 

"Please do sit down. 

Mrs. Cuzzins did not sit down. She stepped closer to Carrie and looked 
intently into her eyes. There was a hypnotic quality about them which Carrie 
instantly recognized. She liked the woman. She felt a vibration of warmth 
flowing through her body. She recognized it as a sexual feeling. And then 
she was forced to concentrate on Mrs. Cuzzins' words. 

"I'm sorry to interrupt you. Miss Tracton, but Major Malcolm told me about 
you and I thought I would just stop by and see if you were busy. I would 
like to take a few moments of your time if that's convenient for you now. If 
not, I can always come back when it is convenient. I should have called, but 
I was so close I just thought I'd stop in." 

Carrie paused, then haltingly said, "Yes, yes, I have the time, of course. 
The men are away. It's quiet here this morning. I'm ALL ALONE." She thought 
she saw a flicker of amusement sweep over Mrs. Cuzzins' face. The woman 
said, simply, 

"Yes, of course, I understand." And she moved to a chair opposite the desk. 

Carrie sat down, her body tingling with excitement. She was totally aware of 
her sexual attraction fo Mrs. Cuzzins. She would have to watch herself. She 
couldn't believe how tan the woman was, the striking contrast between her 
deeply tanned face and beautiful silvery white hair which was coiffured in a 
mod design, was unreal and her body seemed to emanate strength and 
flexibility and health. Carrie wondered idly if she really was sixty years 
old. 

The woman was talking. Her voice was very clam, almost enticing. When she 
leaned forward to speak to Carrie. Carrie had the distinct impression, as 
absurd as it was, that Mrs. Cuzzins had nothing on underneath the full 
length coat she was wearing. She had a simple scarf of a soft red color 

around her neck which was tucked into the front of the coat, and when she 
leaned forward Carrie got the impression of cleavage and depth down inside 
the coat, but she couldn't be sure. She listened carefully to what Mrs. 
Cuzzins was saying. 

"Have you heard about the Swedish Officers here to study our program?" 

"Ah-No, no I haven't," Carrie said. 

Mrs. Cuzzins nodded. "Well, they just arrived and I'm not surprised you 
don't know. Nevertheless, there are two very handsome Swedish Officers here 
and it is our duty to not only show them our program, which they might try 
to emulate in their own Military, but it is also our duty to entertain them. 
And essentially, that's why I'm here. Major Malcolm has been given the main 
responsibility for their entertainment, but, of course, my husband is very 
concerned that everything comes off alright. And I have sort of been given 
the responsibility indirectly by my husband to oversee the program. And 
that's why I was talking with Major Malcolm earlier. It was as we were 
talking and wondering how we could escort these gentlemen around that Major 
Malcolm suggested I see you. 

"He told me, of course, of your beauty and of the fact that you were single 
and that you might enjoy being sort of an escort to one of the gentlemen 
when we took them out to dinner. And now that I see you, I have to agree 
that he was absolutely right about your beauty. I hope you don't mind my 
complimenting you so bluntly." 

"No, no," Carrie said. She was grasping the reasons why the woman was here. 
"No, And I ... I'm complimented that the Major would think of highly of me. 
What is it exactly that you had in mind?" 

Again Carrie thought she detected the slight knowing smile. 

Mrs. Cuzzins lit a cigarette, her long, elegant, deeply tanned fingers 
handling the cigarette and the gold lighter sensuously. She inhaled deeply 
and then blew the smoke out slowly as though savoring every second of it. 
She continued, "Well, actually, I have three things in mind, one of which 
apparently we have solved, although you haven't said so, and that would be 
whether or not you would be interested in an evening with the gentleman. Do 
I have your confirmation on that?" 

Carried hesitated. "Well, if Major Malcolm thinks it's alright." 

Mrs. Cuzzins interjected, "Well then it's decided, because I'm sure it's 
alright. Now, the other two items. One, we would like to take these 
gentlemen to a fine dinner and perhaps show them one or two of San 
Francisco's beauty spots such as, for instance, the Clayton Towers. Then, 
the other thing, and here is where I have to ask a special favor of you if 
it's possible. We would like them to have a quiet evening in an American 
home. Just cocktails, a late evening talk, perhaps a cigarette or two. But 
the main idea is to take them inside an American home. And I was wondering 
if your home would be appropriate for that." 

"I live in an apartment," Carrie said. 

"Well it's your home, isn't it?" Mrs. Cuzzins seemed almost adamant. 

"Yes, and in fact as I think about it, my apartment would be perfectly 
alright. In fact I would like to offer, not only myself, but my apartment to 
further our international good will program which I've just learned about." 

There was a wry smile on Carrie's face. "By the way, when does this all take 
place?" 

"Well it will be either tonight or tomorrow night, but since we are using 
your apartment, I would imagine you need to make some plans. Is that true?" 

Carrie thought a moment, realized that her men were out of town and that she 
had no social obligations and that either night was alright. And she was 
especially interested in Mrs. Cuzzins as she sat there, so she said, "Will 
we be fortunate enough to have you accompany us?" 

"Why yes, I suppose so," Mrs. Cuzzins said. 

"Oh good," Carrie said, trying to sound pleasantly surprised. "I would like 
that." She decided to be direct. 

"You see, I think I would like to get to know you better, Mrs. Cuzzins." 

Mrs. Cuzzins looked at her quietly and then said, her voice considerably 
lower, "Please call me Emily. What may I call you?" 

"You can call me Carrie." 

"Well, Carrie, what night would you prefer?" 

There was something of a surge of excitement in Carrie, something urging her 
to be spontaneous. "Tonight would be fine," she said. "How should we do 
this?" 

"Well, I'll have to get back to you. The plans are not finalized yet, but if 
you can make it tonight then we will do it tonight. Alright?" 

"Yes," Carrie said, "Alright. Do you have a few more moments? I'd like to 
talk with you some more." 

Emily looked at her. "Yes, I'd like to talk with you some more too. Yes I 
do. May I take off my coat?" 

Instantly Carrie felt a surge of tightening her stomach, and she realized 
that she expected Mrs. Cuzzins not to have anything on under the coat. Now 
for her to make such an offer, made Carrie wondered. "Yes, please, relax. 
May I fix you a sherry? It's all I have in the office. It was a gift from 
the men." 

Emily smiled. "I'd like a sherry. Yes, please." Carrie stood up and walked 
over to a filing cabinet where she had put the bottle of sherry. It wasn't 
even 

opened and she smiled to herself. She didn't think the men had this in mind 
when they gave it to her. 

She said over her shoulder without looking at Mrs. Cuzzins, "Would sherry in 
a white coffee cup be adequate?" It was a laughing phrase. 

"Yes, of course." It was amazing to Carrie how Mrs. Cuzzins' voice changed 
in tone from one sentence to the other. Sometimes it was high, business 
like, other times it was low and sensual. She wondered, which voice 
represented the TRUE Emily. She poured the sherry and took the two cups in 
her hand and turned back towards Emily. She took only two steps and then 
froze. Emily was standing in front of her completely naked. 

She smiled at Carrie. "Carrie, I'm very aggressive." She said it quietly, 
confidently and it told Carrie the whole picture. Carrie did not move, 
staring at the beautiful woman in front of her. It was not a young woman's 
body, but it was certainly not an old woman's body either. Emily was lithe 
and svelte with lovely small bosoms and her entire body was a deep tan and 
the most amazing thing of all was the full pure white bush of pubic hair 
that seemed to stand out in total contrast from the dark skin surrounding 
it. Carrie-let her eyes drift down Emily's body. The stomach was flat. Her 
hips were voluptuous. Emily was slender, not full, but she was almost 
perfectly proportioned and obviously was in superior physcial shape. Her 
legs were long and inviting. Carrie smiled. The room had been silent long 
enough. She stepped forward and handed Emily her cup. 

"I'll drink to aggressiveness," she said. 

Emily took the cup, her eyes intent upon Carrie's eyes, and she smiled. She 
held out the cup, Carrie touched her cup to Emily's cup and they sipped at 
the sherry quietly, looking at each other. Then Carrie, put her cup down on 
her desk and quickly took off her clothes. 

The restaurant that night seemed warm and cozy and it was pure vintage San 
Francisco, being a refurbished old building which seemed to Carrie to have 
once been some sort of market, and now was simply and totally elegant with 
white tablecloths, a lot of crystal on the table, fine china and flatware, 
male waiters, and the walls simply covered with hundreds and hundreds of 
rather amateurishly done nudes. It was a San Francisco landmark and made all 
of the gourmet restaurant lists. They had been sipping cocktails and were 
part way thru their meal as they became better and better acquainted with 
each other. 

John and Sue were there, Emily and Carrie, and the two Swedish soldiers. 
Pavlo, who was forty five and of a rank tantamount to Major, and Ingmar, 
somewhat younger at thirty four, and with a lesser rank. Both men had proved 
to be especially attractive in the sense of being quite masculine and macho 
in their behavior and extremely courteous and European in their demeanor. 

Carrie and Emily sat beside each other and Pavlo was on Carrie's left. 
Across the table were Sue and John and Ingmar. The mood had proven to be 
electric. A chemistry existed. Carrie smiled to herself. She had had sex 
with three of the five people sitting around her and perhaps that accounted 
for the light-hearted mood. Everyone felt comfortable. 

She was having trouble adjusting to Emily's aggressiveness and yet she was 
loving it. The woman had proven to be a profoundly sensual lover and now she 
sat with her hand casually in Carrie's crotch, having worked it underneath 
Carrie's skirt and she was idly moving her finger back and forth against 
Carrie's highly sensitive clitoris. She was not trying to be demanding with 
her finger, she was just, as Carrie realized to her amusement and 
pleasure-an extremely sensual woman. Carrie loved the feeling. She 

would have been doing it to herself, perhaps, had it not been for Emily. 
Regardless, the mood was great at the table. 

The two Swedish men were both intelligent and had a better than ordinary 
command of English, which was one of the major reasons they had been chosen 
for this assignment. Perhaps it was their European attitude, Carrie didn't 
know, but they were certainly carefree and Carrie began to wonder about what 
would happen at her apartment later. It all seemed like a good idea and she 
thought it was only natural since two-thirds of the group were known to her 
to be sexual people, that perhaps something might happen at the apartment 
that would be sexual. 

She filed that away in her mind and continued probing with her personality 
to get closer and closer to the group. In the back of her mind also was the 
special excitement that came from her knowledge that everybody planned to go 
to the Clayton Towers to see what the city looked like from that famous 
room. And she couldn't help but anticipate seeing the blonde waitress and 
the tiny French manager. She wondered if there was a way she could get close 
to the manager. It seemed like a different and certainly unconventional idea 
and Carrie was now well aware of the fact that different and unconventional 
ideas were indeed her forte. 

Emily had eaten her salad with one hand, all the time titillating Carrie's 
clitoris with the other. And it was just before the entree was served that 
Carrie had a sweeping, exciting orgasm. She wasn't sure whether Emily knew 
it was happening and so as the surge passed over her she casually put her 
hand on Emily's leg and squeezed it. 

Emily looked at her sharply and then smiled anxiously, increasing the rhythm 
of her finger slightly. When the 

entree came Carrie was back to normal and Emily withdrew her hand. As she 
cut into her filet Carrie's mind was partially concentrating on the extreme 
wetness in her crotch. It was still a totally fresh dimension to her, though 
it had been going on for more than a week now and she was simply reveling in 
the new found pleasure. 

The Clayton Towers seemed warm and friendly to Carrie. They were all 
drinking a Swedish after dinner drink at the suggestion of the two soldiers 
and were having a very good time as Carrie's eyes surveyed the room, 
remembering her experience of only a few days ago, and searching for the 
French manager. She had not been able to locate the waitress, but that 
didn't matter, it was the manager her mind was focusing on, and his small, 
sensuous, penis. And she had a plan, if she could only find him. 

They ordered another drink. As it was being served, Carrie saw him. He came 
striding into the room from around the corner, she thought perhaps from his 
office. He did not see her, but he was standing quite close to the door as 
he surveyed the room. 

Carrie leaned over to Emily who was still sitting next to her and whispered. 
"Come on, I have a surprise for you. Let's go to the ladies room." 

Emily, thinking that Carrie wanted sex in the ladies room, happily agreed 
and they excused themselves. As they were approaching the manager, Carrie 
said to Emily, "Just follow my lead, please. This is going to be a pleasant 
surprise." 

Once she was in front of the manager, Carrie stopped and smiled at him. His 
mouth simply dropped open. He stuttered something which Carrie couldn't 
understand. She could see his nervousness. 

"May I talk with you in your office a moment?" Carrie asked. 

"Yes, yes," the man stuttered. There was nothing else he could say. But he 
didn't move. Carrie reached forward and touched his arm. 

"Well, where is it?" 

"A...oh...." the man was regaining his composure. 

He looked at Emily. 

"She'll come with us," Carrie said. The man was confused, but nevertheless 
he turned towards his office. 

"This way," he guided them. He walked between some people and around the 
corner, down past the elevators to a door and opened it. There was an 
anteroom with a secretary's desk, and then beyond a more elaborate room with 
a light on, and Carrie could see as they walked in that it had to be his 
office. 

Once inside the manager, who was still standing with his hand on the door, 
looked at her beseechingly. 

"Close the door," Carrie told him. 

There was a different tone in her voice. A commanding tone, and he heard it 
clearly. He paused. 

"I said CLOSE THE DOOR," Carrie repeated. She was feeling her power and 
loving it. 

The French man with the carefully trimmed mustache and the black tailored 
tuxedo quietly pushed the door closed. They were alone. 

Carrie looked at Emily, who was smiling. Carrie smiled inside. Emily was 
cool. She dug her. Emily already understood. 

"What is your name?" Carrie said. 

"Jacques, Mademoiselle." 

"Alright Jacques, my name is Carrie and this is Emily. I think you have a 
good cock and I want Emily to see it and touch it." 

The French man blanched. He was not used to such aggressiveness. He paused. 

"Mademoiselle?" he said, questioningly. 

"Oh don't be afraid, we are aggressive and we know it. But I did enjoy your 
penis the other night. I liked its texture and I liked its taste when she 
shot me a load of your sperm. 

The man began to shake his head. He was not yet in control of his 
continental personality. 

"So," Carrie went on, "would you please take off your pants." 

She heard Emily laugh. 

"No, better yet," Carrie said. "I'll assist you." Quickly she moved forward 
to the man. He did not resist. She bent forward and undid his trousers. She 
smiled at her own efficiency. Quickly she had the man with his trousers 
around his ankles and his white boxer shorts hanging down below his tuxedo 
jacket. She smiled at the sight and quickly jerked the shorts down also. 

The cock hung limply between his legs. Yet she knew she would love it when 
he got it hard. She took his penis in her hands and began stroking it. As 
she did so she sensed that Emily had moved beside her. 

Emily was bending forward, looking carefully at his swelling penis. She 
looked up at Carrie. 

"It is appealing. I've never seen a texture like that." She reached forward 
and Carrie literally handed the Frenchman's cock to Emily. She was aware of 
the startling contrast between Emily's extremely tanned hand and the 
Frenchman's penis. 

Then Carrie watched in fascination as the penis began to grow and grow. 

Carrie lifted her skirt and reached forward and took the man's tense hand 
and put it against her dripping cunt. 

"Put your finger in," she said softly. "I love the feeling." 

The man reacted instinctively. He was beginning to enjoy it. 

Emily got down on her knees and took the man's penis in her mouth. Then she 
stopped and looked up at Carrie and said, "Carrie, we only have a moment." 

"I know," Carrie said. "It'll only take a moment. Jacques is very 
cooperative." She smiled at Jacques. He smiled back. His other hand 
fluttering in the air, as was his habit, as he expressed his resignation. 

"Perhaps if you sat in this soft chair," Emily said, "you would be more 
comfortable." 

Jacques moved to the soft chair and sat down, his finger still in Carrie's 
cunt as she moved along side the arm. Emily got between his legs and began 
to suck again. Within moments Jacques was erect. His continental personality 
returned and he was into the sexual experience. It was not his want to try 
and explain it, he preferred simply to enjoy it. 

Jacques had the kind of cock that swells tremendously upon excitement. It 
thrust out quite handsomely in front of his naked belly a good seven inches 
and the knob was thick and purple and exploding with blood. 

Emily looked up at Carrie. "You were right," she said. "It is beautiful, and 
I would like it inside of me. Do you think we have time?" 

"Yes, we have time," Carrie said, very business-like. "Fuck him dammit, FUCK 
HIM!" 

Emily stood up and hiked up her skirt. She turned her back towards Jacques 
and adjusted her legs outside of his legs so that she could sit down on his 
penis. She lowered her white fringed vagina down to the knob. 

"Help me Jacques," she said. His hands quickly found his penis and began to 
direct it between her dripping cunt lips. 

Then he was all the way inside of Emily. Emily began to 

fuck him, moving back and forth, back and forth, trying to ride his penis 
the full length of her vaginal opening. 

Jacques sighed. He leaned back closing his eyes. His finger began to move 
faster inside Carrie's cunt. 

Then, not able to stand it any more, Carrie simply stood up on the arms of 
the soft chair, her cunt straddling Jacques head, and lowered herself so 
that his mouth was directly opposite her clitoris. She placed her hands 
against the wall behind the chair for support. It was awkward but it was 
beautiful. His tongue began to move automatically. Carrie's mood changed 
from the lovely orange she appreciated to the white heat she appreciated 
even more. Within seconds she had almost been at the point of orgasm simply 
out of anticipation, and now with the whole sequence working perfectly, the 
orgasm she was about to have seemed to be the most natural thing in the 
world to her. A wave of pleasure at her own adaptability and her own 
newfound pleasure cycle shot through her. The orgasm no longer surprised 
her. She relaxed, letting it ripple thru her, knowing that Jacques was 
getting a mouthful of lubrication, hoping he would enjoy the taste. 

But Jacques was in his own dimension. The work of his tongue was almost a 
reflex action. He couldn't believe the erotic sensations coming from the 
magnificent cunt on his cock. Emily was grinding out expertly, the sexuality 
of the French man, and she was loving it. She was sitting almost straight up 
on his cock and fucking back and forth rapidly. And her hand was on her own 
clitoris now whirling in excitement, her own orgasm rippling towards the top 
rapidly now. 

They had only been in the room a little more than two minutes when Jacques 
simply exploded. His balls could stand the excitation no longer. He began to 
moan into Carrie's cunt. 

Emily, hearing it, and sensing her success, let her o orgasm happen. It was 
EXQUISITE. It was gentle, not all-consuming, and extremely attractive to 
her. In her years of experience she had learned all sorts of things about 
orgasms and this was just one of the MANY kinds she was able to enjoy. Her 
vagina seemed like a sensory pad, trying to soak up all the heat of Jacques' 
flaming semen as it roared up into her. She loved it. She wallowed in the 
sensations as the spurts struck the walls and then the back of her vagina. 
She closed her eyes in the quiet room and let it just happen. 

Then there was that moment where everyone was aware that the sex had reached 
its peak. Carrie paused, her legs now trembling from the tension and then 
she got off. She bent down to Jacques head, which was still laying against 
the back of the chair, at the amount of juice she had deposited on his chin 
and his cheeks and his nose. She bent down and slowly began to lick the 
juice away. 

Emily stood up and turned around and came to the other side of the chair and 
began licking the sides of Jacques face. 

Carrie moved on to Jacques now spent penis. It was semi-erect. She leaned 
down and took it in her mouth and sucked on ever so lovingly. She could 
taste Emily's juices. 

It was a BEAUTIFUL moment. She calculated they had been no more than five 
minutes from the table. She stood up and touched Emily. "Let's go," she 
said. 

Emily smiled. She stood up and reached down, put her fingers on Jacques' 
lips, and then brought them up to her lips, kissed her fingers and put them 
back on Jacques' lips. She smiled at him. 

She leaned forward and said, "I agree with Carrie. Your cock gives a super 
fuck. 

Then the two women left the room, leaving the 

Frenchman splayed out in his office chair naked from the waist down, his 
penis swollen from orgasm but curving softly from the gravity pull. And he 
stared at the door through which the women had just walked in simply and 
profound disbelief. 

Emily and Carrie had gone to the powder room after leaving Jacques' office. 
They had been laughing and high. And once in the room Emily said, "You know, 
I find the Swedish officers quite sexy, do you?" 

"Oh yes, yes," Carrie said, "I do." 

"Then let's be aggressive some more," Emily said. "Let's have an orgy." 

Carrie smiled at her. The thought had gone thru her mind, to say the least. 
She was also smiling but of her astonishment at how Emily, whom she now knew 
was sixty two, because Emily had told her, was so refreshingly aggressive or 
perhaps it was assertive in relation to sexual matters. She found it 
refreshing, not threatening. 

"Then I have a plan if you agree," Emily said. 

"Yes Emily, what is your plan?" Her remarks brought a smile to Carrie's 
face. 

"My plan is that you and I get both of them sexually excited on the ride 
over to your apartment. What do you think of that?" 

It was a fun idea. Carrie decided to tease. "You mean side by side in the 
backseat?" 

Emily laughed, "Yes, side by side. Perhaps on our knees in front of them." 

Carrie asked, "is there no limit to you?" 

Emily laughed. "Well MAYBE, just use our hands. Why don't we see. Why don't 
we wait and see." 

And they left the powder room in good spirits. 

Back at the table, with still another after dinner drink waiting for them, 
the girls rejoined the group. 

Then a few minutes later Pavlo decided to go to the men's room and Ingmar 
went with him, leaving the four intimates around the table. Aware of their 
sudden privacy, Carrie told John and Sue what had happened. Sue, already 
knowing the original story about the Frenchman, found the idea exciting and 
wondered why she hadn't been taken along. And then the two women told them 
of their plans for an orgy. Carrie wondered as they talked how she had been 
able to stay away from John who was really the instigator of this major 
change in her life and who had probably as beautiful a penis as anyone she 
had ever known, for all this time, and decided in her mind to make up for 
this lack once they got to her apartment. Perhaps it would be the way to get 
things underway. She didn't know, but the point is by the time the Swedish 
men came back, everyone was in agreement about what would happen at Carrie's 
apartment. 

And thus it was that once they all piled into the taxicab John and Sue made 
it a point to sit in front. 

To say the least, the group was in high spirits by the time they had 
finished the fifteen minute ride and were walking up the steps to Carrie's 
apartment. They were vividly aware of the bulges in the trousers of the two 
Swedish men. An intimacy had developed. There was no mistaking that. 

And as a result an attitude of high excitement existed as they tumbled into 
the apartment and Carrie went about lighting the candles, turning on the 
music, while John proceeded to get the drinks. 

They sat in an intimate circle talking for some time. John got another round 
of drinks and the talk went on. The men were explaining Sweden, some of the 
lovely things there and the conversation was fascinating. Still, Carrie 
could sense that Emily was somewhat edgy. 

Emily had leaned back on the couch lazily, spreading herself out, and 
resting her shoulder against Ingmar, listening to him talk. Carrie knew that 
it would be Emily who provided the aggression that would get things going. 
If not, Carrie would do it herself, but she was fascinated by the older 
woman and the accuracy of her sexual instincts. She watched in fascination. 

Sure enough, as Ingmar talked quietly of a beautiful seaport in Sweden, 
Carrie saw Emily's hands idly swept down to his crotch and unzipped his fly. 

Ingmar, the sophisticate, paid no attention. He continued to talk. But then, 
when Emily blatantly extracted his penis from his trousers, he had to stop 
and look down. He stared at Emily's hand and his naked penis in the soft 
candlelight. Then he looked around the room at Carrie and John and Sue and 
at Pavlo. He smiled and shrugged, and adjusted himself to be more 
comfortable in his chair. 

"We do this too in Sweden," he said, smilingly. "In fact, we do it a GREAT 
DEAL. We ENJOY it!" 

He reached around to pull Emily's head towards his cock. She bent with his 
pressure happily, and within moments her head was lying against his stomach, 
her hand idly pushing the now swelling knob of his penis against her lips. 
Her tongue came out and moved around it. She lowered her head slightly and 
sucked the knob inside. She played and played, watching him grow, without 
really sucking on it, just playing with it. It was exciting to watch and it 
was highly erotic. 

The group didn't really need any stimulation. But they waited, ENJOYING and 
WATCHING. 

Then Carrie rolled next to John who was laid out on the floor, his head on a 
large pillow and pulled his cock from his trousers and began to suck on it 
in earnest. 

It was all the group needed, really, especially Pavlo. He simply stood up 
and began to remove his clothes. Carrie could see him out of the corner of 
her eye and smiled to herself. It was going to be alright, Pavlo was 
probably more sophisticated than anyone. His thick, powerful body, with its 
flat stomach, seemed to glisten in the candlelight He was an extremely fit 
man at forty five and his thick, healthy looking penis dangled out from the 
blonde hair in his crotch invitingly. 

When he was naked, Pavlo simply stepped around the coffee table to where Sue 
was sitting absentmindedly staring at him in fascination as though she were 
an abstract witness. And his movement caught her by surprise because the 
main thought in her mind was to suck on Pavlo's cock. It simply hadn't 
occurred to her because of her fascination that she was in the room and 
could indeed suck it if she'd just make a move. 

Her reverie somewhat shattered, she smiled to herself and grabbed his penis 
as he stepped in front of her. She was already at the right height and Pavlo 
simply straddled her body and stood in front of her, his penis dangling down 
into her now upturned and hungry mouth. 

Somehow Emily got out of her clothes without taking her mouth off Ingmar's 
cock, a real feat in itself. When she was naked she lay back in the same 
position she was in earlier. Thus challenged, Ingmar began to try to get out 
of his clothes without taking his cock away from Emily's hungry mouth. He 
was successful enough with his tunic and shirt and it wasn't necessary to 
get his trousers off because his cock was sticking out now in a healthy, 
lively manner and was completely accessible. 

When he was undressed enough he simply rolled his body so that his head went 
down towards Emily's white, luscious bush. Ingmar, who was used to the 
Swedish blonde 

appearance, still had never seen such a startling sight and he wanted to 
bury his mouth in what appeared to be the most luscious, older pussy he had 
ever seen. 

Emily spread her long, slender legs happily, pushing her cunt into Ingmar's 
eager face. The new position pleased her because she could put her arms 
around his hips and she drew the full length of his cock into her mouth. It 
was a thick, energetic cock and she loved the way it filled her mouth. Her 
head move back and forth happily. She closed her eyes. She knew she was 
going to have a satisfying evening. His expert tongue was all the evidence 
she needed. She could feel her own juices start to flow. 

Carrie meanwhile was becoming totally fascinated with the cock that had been 
out of her life all too long. The ample thickness of John's cock was the 
thing that appealed to her. She ran her lips gently up and down his slick 
shaft, first on the bottom, then on the top, circling it, loving it, using 
her tongue around the knob, and then occasionally opening her mouth and 
letting her head sink fully over the now swelling and responding muscle. It 
went deeply into her throat and she could feel the knob pushing against the 
back of her throat. She relaxed her mouth muscles and throat muscles to keep 
from gagging. It was that far down. Her stomach was simply ablaze now. She 
knew she could cum within seconds, but she wanted John's beautiful cock 
inside of her when she did. It was like a hypnotist's medallion dangling in 
front of her. And finally when she knew it was stiff enough for penetration 
she got to her knees. 

He raised himself forward off the pillow slightly, staring at her hungriness 
in amazement, then smiled and lay back. He could see she was in another 
dimension and was not aware of what he was feeling. 

And he was right. Carrie was already in orgasm and her 

pelvis was bucking wildly at the semi-erect cock. It was a fantastic, 
unbelievable experience for her and she knew that a large part of it was 
mental. Still, the white, hot ember of her stomach was responding with total 
force. She came in a series of gasps which came from her throat in such a 
way as to startle John. He realized what was happening. He had not 
anticipated an orgasm that quickly and so he raised his arms and caught her 
as she fell forward, not in exhaustion but in relief. He held her tightly, 
his cock continuing to grow in her throbbing cunt. 

As he held her he looked upward over her shoulders, looking at the others in 
the room. 

Sue and Pavlo were only a foot or two from him and he could see that Pavlo's 
cock was now fully erect and Sue's head was moving back and forth a good 8 
inches as she let the giant penis go in and out of her mouth. 

John watched in fascination, the candlelight beyond Sue's body was giving 
her sort of a back light and the scene was beautiful to see as her head 
moved back and forth. 

"Look Carrie," he said, turning Carrie's head so she could look towards Sue. 
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" 

Carrie could see it from her sideways position. "Ummmmmmm" she murmured. 
"Ummmmmmm." 

Then he began to feel Carrie's pelvis move again. Carrie had been letting 
her mind wander over the various aspects of her sexuality. She loved John's 
big throbbing cock. She could feel it growing inside her cunt. It was now 
rock hard. She wanted somehow to give him something, to show him something 
of what she had learned as a result of the door he had opened. The entire 
day had been so arousing to her, what with her meeting and sexual contact 
with Emily, the Frenchman, the guys in the car, and her own sexual 
imagination, Carrie was at that point of no return in her sexual 
understanding. That point where she had discovered 

she was able to simply open herself up and receive and give sex. She loved 
having her head against John's chest, her pelvis was kind of like a 
metronome, keeping the rhythm going while her mind worked on the solution 
she was searching for. 

Then, suddenly she had it. Quickly Carrie straightened up. She pulled her 
cunt away from John's penis and quickly undressed him, smiling down at him 
as she did so. 

"I've got to get you out of these damn clothes," she said. She was smiling. 
She was laughing. 'They're so inhibiting. I want to feel your skin against 
mine." 

"Alright, alright, hurry up," he said. He was laughing back at her. It was a 
game. 

Finally he was naked and she got back on top of him. She poised her open 
cunt over his now rigid cock, the tip just barely inserted. She moved around 
and around, teasing him, trying to give him pleasure. 

Then, just when he thought she would sink down over his rigid shaft, Carrie 
moved again. She reversed her position. Her backside was towards his head. 
She reached down between her legs and took the giant shaft and rubbed it 
against her clitoris. She closed her eyes in sexual ecstasy. She jerked on 
his cock. She let her vaginal lips suck the giant knob up inside, but she 
was only trying to get him wet and slippery-Then when she realized he was 
ready and she was ready, she let her body slip all the way down over his 
cock, grinding it around for a few minutes, and then pulled off of him 
completely. She glanced back. The swollen, vibrating shaft was glistening. 
She moved her body forward slightly and put the tip of his penis up against 
her tight ass-hole. She lowered herself, letting the tip slip just inside. 
She would have to go through a moment of pain. She knew she could handle it, 
but she was mainly driven by the fact that she 

knew John was staring at her. She could feel her anal muscles soften, it 
wasn't going to be so bad. She pushed back firmly now and felt the head 
stretching the sphincters out almost as far as they could go. She knew the 
pain was at its greatest intensity and she knew that to get it over with she 
had to lower herself perhaps another inch and then it would be gone. Quickly 
she did that, simply dropping her body and there was almost a sound as the 
head slipped in past the sphincter and the pain was gone. 

"Yes, ohhhhhhhhh, that feels fantastic," John gasped. 

Carrie smiled. She paused, building up the drama of the moment. John was 
holding absolutely still, his throbbing, rock-hard penis jutting up like a 
tower of passion but waiting, as was apropos of his gentle nature. Then, 
Carrie began a slow, deliberate, but positive lowering of her body. She knew 
she had a good eight inches of cock meat to play with. Never once in her 
descent did she stop. She was like a slow elevator going down a shaft. 

John, staring at her rump and the sight of his penis disappearing into her 
beautiful ass-hole simply lay there frozen, totally caught up in the drama 
himself. 

Carrie sank downward until she felt his body against her buttocks and knew 
she could go no farther. Then, playfully she reached back with each hand and 
took her rump cheeks and spread them apart as far as she could and gave a 
quick little backwards surge and went down another half inch. She couldn't 
believe the pleasure. She began to move back and forth, not up and down, 
grinding on his thick pole of a cock. The pleasure was exquisite. She raised 
her head. She was only a foot or so from Sue. She reached out to gently 
touch Sue's shoulder. 

Then another idea hit her. Quickly she maneuvered her folded legs out to a 
straight position in front of her and lay backward on John's chest. His 
penis was totally impaled in her ass-hole now. 

She kissed him briefly, rolling her head to one side, but it was awkward. 
She moved her pelvis up and down, enjoying the feeling of his shaft sliding 
in and out of her. Then she paused and said softly, "Sue." 

At the sound. Sue turned her head, Pavlo's engorged cock now in one corner 
of her mouth, and looked down at Carrie. 

"Sue, PLEASE," Carrie said. She motioned to her open cunt. Her legs were 
wide apart, she knew Sue could see directly into her cunt Quickly Sue stood 
up and removed her clothing. With equal quickness, got down on her knees 
almost between Carrie's legs and pulled Pavlo into position in back of her. 
He responded instantly, sliding his lusty cock into her vagina from the rear 
with great tenderness. 

She let him fuck in that position for a moment and then slowly began to 
crawl forward, getting her mouth closer and closer to Carrie's open luscious 
cunt 

Sue paused in front of the phenomenal sight, staring almost in disbelief at 
the girth of the base of John's cock, realizing it was totally embedded in 
Carrie's anus. At first Sue had thought it was in her vagina, but when she 
realized it was in a much tighter place. Sue was frozen in astonishment She 
reached forward, placing her fingers around the base of John's cock. Then 
she gently slid the middle finger of her right hand up into Carrie's cunt, 
probing, trying to feel the shaft of John's cock through the thin membrane 
separating the anus from the vagina. It was HYPNOTIC for her. She ran her 
fingers along it and then finally just left her fingers there, sensing his 
movement, and then put her mouth forward over Carrie's engorged, throbbing 
clitoris. 

Sue couldn't believe the lubrication. She licked her tongue back and forth, 
trying to get as much of it into her own mouth to taste it as she could. 

Carrie now had slipped into that finite dimension that had been totally 
unfamiliar to her only two weeks earlier. Her body seemed to open and open 
and open, John's cock felt magnificent. Their small, but definite movements 
as they synchronized together were exquisite. There was the searing heat of 
Sue's mouth. Carrie began to imagine herself with a penis and tried to shove 
it into Sue's throat. It was an powerful image. Orgasm after orgasm swept 
over her, one long, continual, sensual thing. 

Realizing what was happening. Sue herself became highly excited and without 
anticipating it, had a major orgasm. Not so much from Pavlo's lovely cock, 
but from the mental stimulation that the whole situation was giving her. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhh, Ooooooohhhhhhhh I'm cuming. Carrie, I'm cuming." She almost 
screamed it into Carrie's clitoris and the vibrations rippled up thru the 
tall redhead's body erotically. Carrie moved her hand down to the top of 
Sue's head, caressing her, holding her mouth as close as she could to her 
clitoris. The sound penetrated across the room to where Emily and Ingmar 
were arousing each other with their tongues. They were locked together now 
in a vivid, intense, sixty nine embrace, sucking avidly. 

And Emily had had a number of orgasms. Her cunt was juicing beautifully now 
and her libido was running rampant. At the sound of Sue's cry, Emily became 
incredibly aroused. Quickly she whirled to a sitting position, her arms 
going around Ingmar's shoulder as she turned to look across the coffee table 
at Sue. She watched a moment and then said to Ingmar. That's really 
exciting. Fuck me! Fuck me!" And quickly she jackknifed her body to straddle 
the startled Ingmar and run his cock up into her hungry cunt. 

She simply devoured him with her cunt, lowering her pelvis by spreading her 
long, angular legs, and then raising herself up onto her knees somewhat she 
began a violent bucking motion back and forth with her pelvis, fucking as 
hard as she could, driving herself over into her own special dimension of 
sexuality, rubbing her clitoris, now thoroughly swollen and sensitive, 
against Ingmar's pubic hair and pubic mound, and climaxing in a violent 
sweep of emotion. 

When she had climaxed she collapsed forward on Ingmar's chest and then 
reached forward and began to kiss him. Quickly he rolled her on her back and 
got between her legs. He began to pump violently in and out of her cunt. He 
was in as much of a hurry as she had been. In glee at his energy, Emily 
simply raised her long legs towards the ceiling, spreading her crotch as far 
as she could, and she began yelling "Oui! Oui!" into the room as emotion 
began to seep upward into her stomach again and passion began to cascade 
thru her body. 

Ingmar was quiet, intent on what he was doing. He fucked her with great 
relish, never having seen such a beautiful older woman. It was like she was 
as young as anyone else, except different, and he fully appreciated the fact 
that the differentness came from the combination of her darkly tanned body 
and her pure white pubic hair. She was simply magnificent for sex and he was 
totally capable of enjoying her. He fucked her with great relish, enjoying 
the response of her body as she fucked back. 

Emily, who was totally into getting full enjoyment, appreciated what the 
strong young man was doing and she began to say in passionate, throaty 
cries, "Girls! Girls! Look, look!" She was pleading to Sue and Carrie to see 
what was happening to her. 

But she was pleading to relatively deaf ears. Sue, never having been in 
exactly this same sexual position, was 

finding it extremely erotic. The idea of having someone she loved splayed 
out in front of her with the beautiful clitoris and the beautiful cunt lips 
so available to her was simply something she hadn't quite imagined. And so 
she was busy burying her face in all of the sexual luxury of Carrie's 
beautiful red crotch. 

As a result. Sue was having orgasm after orgasm. She felt Pavlo have a 
distinct orgasm as he rode his massive organ in and out of her cunt. When 
his hands grabbed her hips and pulled her tightly against his body, she 
could distinctly feel his semen exploding in her hot twisting cunt. 

The result was that Sue was making a lot of exotic noise. Her passion simply 
filled the apartment, and Carrie was caught up in the energy of it. John's 
cock was the most incredible thing she had ever felt and she was in a 
position to fuck it pretty good, moving her hips up and down, not so far as 
to dislodge her clitoris from Sue's mouth, but far enough to create an in 
and out motion of the lovely engorged cock that was ripping up into her 
anus. 

The energy supplied by Sue was simply all that was needed for-Carrie to 
become quite vocal herself. 

"John, your cock feels so great. It's so big and hard and pulsing. Shove it 
into me. Shove it into me HARD. Oh God, Sue, Emily, Everybody, I'm having a 
magnificant orgasm. It's almost there. I'M CUMMMMMMMMING. Oh Yes, Now! Now! 
Oh I'M CUMMMMMMMING. CUMMMMMING." 

Pavlo had moved to lay down beside Carrie as he rested. But Sue had not 
moved, her buttocks sticking up in the air. And when Emily and Ingmar 
relaxed from the massive orgasm that had spent itself in his body, they had 
looked over. They had, of course, seen the invitation inherent in Sue's 
lovely buttocks. They had crawled languorously off the couch, feeling the 
carpet as they moved along like creeping animals laughingly. It was 
astonishing the energy and the 

youthfulness that Emily had. Emily, always the imaginative one, realized the 
possibilities of what was coming up. 

She grabbed a small throw pillow as she crawled along. As she got behind 
Sue's buttocks, she placed the pillow between Sue's legs and then rolled 
onto her back, her head on the pillow so that her mouth was opposite Sue's 
extended clitoris. She opened it and began to suck on her erect clit. 

A gasp came from Sue's throat. Then another, as she felt Ingmar's mouth as 
it entered her anal crack and his long, slender, sturdy tongue as it 
penetrated her ass-hole. 

Ingmar bent forward somewhat awkwardly in order to get his tongue against 
her anus, still was able to penetrate deeply and he swirled his tongue 
around, reaming around and around Sue's anus as Emily sucked from below. 

Despite the fact that he had just had an orgasm, Ingmar was still full of 
sexual energy and this newfound impulse was all he needed to become erect 
enough for penetration and he realized that he was directly over Emily's 
body just as he had been moments before, and so he simply climbed between 
her legs which spread happily and inserted his cock. 

He fucked Emily slowly, his concentration more on Sue's buttocks. And Emily, 
feeling the cock, and feeling loving towards the cock, responded in a 
gentle, clinging kind of way, her concentration also on the extended 
clitoris between her lips. 

It was Sue, therefore, who was the major recipient of the position. In fact. 
Sue thought she would faint. She didn't know whether to push back or pull 
forward. She could only lay there, her crotch and her anus open, trying to 
soak in all of the pleasure that was being given her. 

Meanwhile she was trying to totally swallow the lovely red cunt at her 
mouth. But it was Carrie who had the first 

major explosion. The exquisite pleasure of John's thick cock in her anus, 
plus the heat of Sue's mouth, was simply more than she had ever felt. And 
she began to scream and moan and the apartment resounded with her orgasm. 

The screams excited Pavlo, who was laying beside her, resting, and he got on 
his knees, his penis rising, and took one of her hands and placed it on the 
shaft. Immediately she began to move her hand. 

Her orgasm had completely passed and Carrie had regained enough awareness of 
what was happening, she rolled towards Pavlo, pushing him backward onto the 
floor. The movement pulled her vagina away from Sue's mouth and Carrie lay 
on her stomach now, her head bobbing up and down on Pavlo's now rampant and 
lusty cock. 

John had not disengaged, having simply rolled with Carrie. And now he was on 
top of her and could fuck her anus with much more dramatic satisfying 
strokes. 

Carrie realized the excitement of the situation she had moved into. It was 
all so easy. There was NO RESISTANCE. Everything seemed to work. Her head 
moved slowly up and down as she rested on her elbows. She tried to spread 
her legs and her ass cheeks without touching them, so that John could 
penetrate her even more. 

But John needed no help. His cock was demanding release. He fucked her 
lustily, realizing much to his astonishment that Carrie was totally capable 
of taking his large penis in her anus. It had never happened to him before. 
He had never found a woman who could do that. He was enjoying the experience 
totally. 

When she had found her mouth suddenly free. Sue had reconsidered her 
position. Though she loved the titillation that was occurring in her cuntal 
area, she wanted more than anything else to feel a body against her body. 
And so, she had simply moved backwards, pulling her clitoris out of 

Emily's hungry mouth. 

Ingmar, of course, had moved with her and Sue had crawled backwards down the 
length of Emily's body until her mouth was opposite Emily's and she had 
begun to French kiss her, pushing her bosoms and her body against Emily's 
body. 

They lay there a long time kissing and rubbing. And Ingmar, behind them, had 
felt his penis grow to hardness again. He looked down in amazement. In front 
of him were both Emily's beautiful white cunt and Sue's equally beautiful 
black cunt. And the contrast between the white and the black hair was 
dramatic. He moved himself between Emily's legs. He smiled to himself, 
"Which cunt should he fuck first?" He chose Sue's because it was on top. He 
rubbed the swollen knob of his penis in and out of Sue's anal crack, 
enjoying the moisture he had left there himself, but not trying to penetrate 
her anus. He was trying to stimulate her and he succeeded. 

She spread her legs, awkwardly of course because she was lying on her 
stomach, but far enough so that her swollen cuntal lips came apart slightly. 
And when she did that he simply slipped the knob of his penis into her 
vaginal opening. He began to fuck her. He realized he could fuck both women 
if he got in the right position. He reached across and picked up two of the 
large throw pillows and somehow, with Emily's cooperation, got them under 
Emily's ass. 

Now Emily's cunt was much higher and he could get his knees underneath her 
body so that his penis was opposite the opening. Sue's cunt was just above 
Emily's cunt He could reach them both at this angle. He shoved his penis 
into Emily's cunt, then withdrew it and with his fingers at the base of his 
shaft, raised the head and shoved it into Sue's cunt. They began a rhythm of 
first one cunt and then 

the other, back and forth. The women were loving it, the women were 
participating and reacting and Ingmar was involved in a style of sex he had 
never known before. His penis seemed to be jumping from his body. He was 
only a couple of feet from the other threesome and he watched hypnotically 
as John ground out a massive orgasm into Carrie's voluptuous and inviting 
ass. The room grew silent as everyone concentrated on obtaining their 
thrills. It was tremendously erotic and sensual, total sex was alive and 
well in Carrie's living room. 

The marriage of Emily and Sue's head was directly along side of John and 
when he had completed the major orgasm that he had searched for so many 
minutes, and Emily and Sue heard it, it was Emily who instigated the next 
move. 

She simply reached up with one of her hands and touched John's hip, pulling 
at it, somehow suggesting to him that he bring his penis over to their 
mouths. 

And John responded. He pulled out of Carrie's ass-hole, haltingly, trying to 
be gentle, and then when he was out, his penis dripping with semen, he 
simply untangled himself from Carrie's legs and put his penis between the 
lips of Sue and Emily. 

It was like they were kissing his penis from the top and the bottom. John 
was not going soft rapidly, but his penis was losing some of its strength. 
Still, it was long and sensual and the girls licked at the semen and the 
juices happily. 

As he did so, Carrie simply crawled forward and got on top of Pavlo, sinking 
her now lustful cunt down happily over his rampant hard prick and began to 
fuck him. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

On Wednesday night the men had returned. It had been past midnight when the 
phone rang in Carrie's apartment. Kevin was light-hearted and frankly 
sounded a little drunk to Carrie, but he was only calling to tell her that 
all of her studs were back in the fold and that they would see her in the 
morning. He really obviously only called her to say hello. 

But Carrie had picked up on the excitement he had created when she realized 
who she was talking to. And so, toward the end of the conversation, she 
said, "And Kevin, you can tell the guys I have a nice surprise for them." 
And then she had hung up. 

Her surprise, of course, was EMILY. And Emily was ready, willing and able 
and waiting at ten o'clock the following morning. 

She had come into Carrie's office through the back door and so the men did 
not know she was there. Carrie was not sure whether the men knew Emily was 
the Commandant's wife or not and didn't really care. 

Emily wanted to try Tory first, having reveled in Carrie's description of 
the simplistic, animalistic man. 

And so it was that Carrie set her plan in action. She told Emily to get her 
clothes off and sit down on the couch. And then she went to the door and 
called Tory. 

He got up, smiling, walking towards her, anticipating some sort of action 
with Carrie, herself. And then Carrie had to smile at the look of 
consternation on his face as she said, when he got dose enough, "Not me this 
morning Big Boy, someone else." And she had stepped aside and almost shoved 
him thru the door. 

She closed the door behind him and Carrie was alone in the company room. She 
walked amongst the men, now her friends, and called them together and began 
to tell them the story of Emily. She was sitting on the edge of the desk, 
her long, angular, voluptuous figure appealing to the men, one leg moving 
back and forth as she dangled it from the desk level. 

Finally Peter who had been listening intently spoke up. "Boss lady, you 
can't do that to us. We haven't seen you for several days and you look 
great. We want some of you." 

"Here?" Carrie said. "Is this room?" 

She hadn't been thinking of her own sexual appetite when she had walked out 
into the room. But the image of what was happening to Emily and Tory and the 
sight of these beautiful men in front of her, had begun to turn her on and 
her imagination did the rest. 

"Sure," Kevin said, "why not?" 

"But we'll be discovered," Carrie said. 

"No," Peter added. "No, look, one of us will stand guard. There's only one 
way anybody can come to this office, right? One of I will stand guard and 
we'll take turns." 

They were like children planning a game. Carrie got caught up in it. She 
wanted sex now and she wanted it badly. She thought about the plan, then 
smiled and nodded her head. 

"Alright, who's first?" She asked. 

It was Tony who was closest to her. He stood up quickly 

and in one motion snaked his long, soft cock from his pants. Carrie burst 
out laughing, it was so beautiful. As usual she was wearing her now official 
office uniform, which simply meant her conventional outer dress and then 
garter belt with stocking underneath and, of course, no pants. 

She stared in fascination momentarily at Tony. Her laughter pouring out of 
herself. Then, as seductively as possible and with great warmth, she bent 
forward and lifted her skirt, pulling it up around her waist. The men gasped 
with delight at the sight of her beautiful, red pubic bush. She lay back on 
the desk. 

"Is this alright?" She smiled, knowing that her cunt was sticking out over 
the edge of the desk and the alignment was just perfect. 

Tony just shook his head in amazement and walked into her open crotch, his 
cock rising rapidly as he stroked it. Without waiting he placed the head 
against her cunt lips, but he did not try to push it in, it was like a game, 
a children's game. He moved the head back and forth, pushing the lips to one 
side and then the other, gradually working the head in without pushing. 

As usual, her lubrication simply astonished Tony. It was the first pussy of 
his life that was always ready for him. Up to now he had been totally and 
constantly confronted with the business of preparing cunts, getting them 
lubricated enough to accept his large, long, cock. He felt the knob of his 
cockhead slip inside. And thus the day was underway. 

To her astonishment and great pleasure, Carrie enjoyed the men until almost 
four o'clock in the afternoon. As it worked out and the word spread about 
Emily, it became a thing where first one man and then the other would go 
into her office to fuck Emily and then come back and another man would come 
in, all the while one man would be 

standing guard while one of the others would be fucking Carrie. 

It was really quite simple. There were no combinations. There were no 
elaborate manipulations, but everybody was in a high state of excitement and 
the sex fun was on. 

When the telephone would ring, someone not sexually occupied would answer it 
There were no interruptions. 

Then, about four, Carrie began to get hungry for Emily. She said something 
to the men and they all walked into her office collectively. Emily was 
laying spread out and comfortable on the couch, and she was totally fucked 
out, a great, happy smile on her face, semen crusting her stomach, an 
example of a totally sexual person. 

Carrie stood looking down at her, marveling at the deep brown skin and the 
pure white pubic hair which had always been like a hypnotist's medallion for 
her, and shook her head. She smiled at the older woman. She hoped she would 
be like that. If her mother could only have been there with her to 
experience what it was that Emily was like. Her mother could have been like 
that, Carrie realized. It made her sad and she vowed it was not going to 
happen to her, and she had an object lesson to go by. 

She bent down and touched Emily's pubic hair, smiling at the semen mixed 
into it. She ran her fingers into Emily's open and passive cunt and brought 
out a handful of semen. She put the liquid on Emily's naval, then got some 
more, put it on Emily's small, firm breasts. Emily, now quite satiated, 
simply lay there enjoying the pleasure and not really responding. 

Finally she said softly to Carrie, "Beautiful. Just beautiful. One of the 
BEST days of my life." 

Now it was Saturday, a few minutes before noon and Carrie sat at her desk, 
relaxing. The men would be leaving in a few moments and a new group would be 
coming in. 

Her mind drifted. She was satiated. Her seven men had all come into her 
office one at a time during that morning and she had sucked them all to 
orgasm. 

She couldn't believe how pleasurable it had been and how complete she felt. 
And Tory had given her his last fuck, a colossal, energetic, thrusting kind 
of animalistic fuck that only a person like Tory could deliver. 

Her mind picked up on the day before as she stared at the couch. Emily had 
been back. Emily made Carrie laugh, she was so refreshing. She had taken 
Emily to her apartment Friday night because Emily was free, she had no 
social obligations. Her husband was out of town. 

And Sue had come along and the three of them had drunk wine and talked and 
laughed and made love for a long, long time and then had fallen asleep 
entangled in each other's arms and bodies. 

It was all so unreal. 

Carrie looked at her watch. Only minutes now. And then they were at the 
door, all of them, all seven of them, grinning, kissing her, hugging her, 
and in their way thanking her. 

As each man would hug her, somewhere a hand would come from another 
dimension and rub her bosom or fondle her buttocks or ruffle her pussy. 

Kevin, when it was his turn, simply bent down and raised her skirt and held 
it up above her waist and leaned forward and patted her pubic bush 
laughingly and gave it a few kisses in a most loving way. And the group had 
enjoyed the whole thing. 

When a horn honked and they turned and left. She could hear them running 
through the company room and hear the door slamming and hear their last 
shouted good-byes. 

Then it was silent. Somehow that final click of the door had not been as 
ominous as she had anticipated. She sat 

back in her chair, the new men would be there in a few minutes. She knew 
they were out in the quadrangle field right now receiving their assignments. 
She smiled. She picked up the list in front of her band began reading their 
profile. She knew who she would get. 

Her hand slipped between her legs as she read and her fingers began to move 
slowly back and forth over her already slippery, anticipating vaginal lips. 


THE END
