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The workday went better. An account that Althea felt she had lost now came around to her ideas for the ad campaign and landed in her lap. Her creative juices were flowing and she spent the day with her crew mapping out and beginning to develop the campaign. The images from the Internet still invaded her mind from time to time, and she remembered how incredibly arousing they had been for her. During her lunch break she dialed the object of her now-severed love affair, Charlie.
In a way, Charlie wasn't Althea's type. He was just under six feet tall, and was afflicted with premature balding. He was also probably characterized as a "Nerd." He worked full time at a large CD and video outlet while struggling to finish a Ph.D. in computer science at Northwestern. He had a ready smile, was usually quiet, enjoyed classical music, and generally kept to himself. Except for Althea. Charlie had fallen hard for her, but their relationship had struggled over several elements, especially sex. Charlie's needs were strong. He wanted sex often and hard. Althea felt his ideas were a bit kinkier than she wanted, and when he asked her to do some things, mainly oral sex, Althea balked. They worked out a truce, mainly one-sided, in that Althea agreed to have sex more often than she usually wanted, and Charlie wouldn't insist on anything that Althea felt was wrong.
The truce lasted about two weeks, and when Althea balked at allowing Charlie to spend the weekend with her in her condo, Charlie decided that the truce was over. On Monday night he had urged, then almost forced, Althea to try oral sex. Althea brought up the agreement; Charlie brought up the fact that, from his point of view, she had already broken the agreement, and he had walked out in anger, and her words, "It's over, Charlie," followed him into the hallway. That's where it was before the Email message and the Internet photos.
The phone call was not an easy act for Althea. She reached Charlie at work, where it was hard for him to deal with personal calls, given customers and fellow clerks. But Althea asked only that they have dinner together that evening, said she would pick up the check (most of Charlie's income went for his apartment and his tuition and other grad school costs,) and suggested a restaurant that would be somewhat convenient for them both.
The afternoon went well. No breakthroughs, but some good ideas about the direction for the campaign for the new client. The team consisted of Althea as director, a senior artist, a layout artist, a photographer, and an intern (who Althea thought was attractive) who was learning the world of advertising as a full time intern during her senior year. Three different approaches to the campaign were roughed out, and some homework was assigned to develop specifics.
Althea's interest in the intern bothered her. She had never had any feelings about anyone of the same sex. The girl was one of those tall, slender blondes (maybe a true blonde, and if not, a good coloring job) with gentle blue eyes and soft features. Small but attractive breasts were obvious even under the "dress for success" clothing of the office. The photo of the woman kneeling before Althea and pulling her nipple with her mouth while touching her vaginal area had left her shaken because it had left her aroused as much as any of the other photos. Althea knew that she was interested in men, but also knew that she couldn't kid herself about being turned on by the sight of another attractive woman with Althea's nipple in her sensuous wet mouth.
As time moved on and the afternoon came to a close, Althea's thoughts turned more and more to her dinner with Charlie. How would her sexual arousal over the photos affect her? How would her experience of the intensity of masturbation affect her feelings for Charlie? What did her arousal over oral and anal sex in the photos say about how she and Charlie would possibly restart their relationship? Her anxiety grew with the increasing closeness of their meeting hour.
Six forty-five, and Althea stood outside of Warren's, waiting for Charlie. He tended to be late on a regular basis, but she saw him coming, his balding head visible within the rolling sea of pedestrians. "Hi," he said, touching Althea's hand. "Hi, Charlie," she responded. "I'm glad you showed up. Thanks for coming."
"Hey! A free meal? You know me." He then added quickly, "Just kidding. I guess I was hoping you'd call. Let's eat."
The meal went well, good food and mostly small talk about her new client and his latest experiences as a TA in the undergraduate computer science program. As they talked, Althea began to feel aroused again, mainly because she had missed Charlie and his wisecracks and sarcastic humor, but also because she had missed his touch. But the touch she gave herself last night, and the touch she felt vicariously from the photos, were all different from the experiences in bed with Charlie up to this point. Primarily because of her lack of desire for something different in sex, her needs were satisfied by the same routine and in the same way every time. Now she had felt something different. Her own hands had given her something new-several things new-to arouse and bring her to a truly thundering climax. What would she expect from Charlie, or any lover, for that matter? Would she limit her newfound sexual desires to the privacy of her bedroom and the touch of her own fingers?
They finished their meal, Althea paid the bill, and they stepped outside. "That was nice," she said. "Now what?" "What do you mean?" Charlie responded. "Would you like to come over to my place?" she asked. "Yes, but not if we're going to fight again. I don't want to get into another argument with you," Charlie said. "Althea responded quickly, "We won't argue. I promise. Let's take a cab."
After four tries, a cab stopped for them, and Althea gave the driver her address, about fourteen blocks away. They sat back in the darkened rear seat. Charlie reached for Althea's hand and held it, but she removed her fingers from his grasp. Before he could say anything, Althea put her hand on the upper part of his left leg and began to stroke him through his trousers. Her hand rode up onto his crotch and she felt his penis begin to grow under her touch. Charlie turned, wanting to ask about this change of attitude, but before he could speak Althea pulled his face toward hers and began a long, wet kiss. Her tongue snaked between his lips, and his followed into her mouth. Her hand began to rub more firmly onto his zippered crotch. The cabby enjoyed the show in the back seat via the rear-view mirror, but soon she said, "Sorry folks. Ride's over. Here's your address." Charlie paid for the cab, over the objections of Althea, and they entered the front door to her condominium complex. Althea took the key from her small purse and unlocked the door.
They entered the small hall that led to the living area, but as soon as Charlie had shut the door, Althea turned to him. Her arms wrapped around him and she pulled him toward her to continue the kiss that had been interrupted by the cab driver. Althea broke the kiss, her face wet with their mutual saliva, and slowly dropped to her knees on the hall carpet. Charlie looked down in amazement as her hands found and pulled down the zipper to his trousers. Her fingers searched for and found his hardening cock within the folds of pants and under shorts. She gently extracted his cock from its hiding place. Looking up at Charlie's face, her tongue came out and she slowly licked the tip with its glistening pearl of moisture. She didn't take her eyes from his as she licked the smooth purple helmet, and slowly took it into her moist mouth, gently sucking on the thick member as it continued to harden within her warm cavern. "God!" exclaimed Charlie as the sight of her action and the exquisite feel of her mouth hit him. "Oh, God, Althea!"
She continued to suck him, moving her head back and forth to take as much of him into her mouth as she could. She finally pulled away from his now-wet cock, and gasped. "I'm willing to stay here if you want, but I'd rather go somewhere where we can be more comfortable," she said, panting because of what she had been doing and also because of her own state of arousal. He pulled her upward, and kissed her moist mouth and puffy lips, moving his lips over her slippery face to take her moisture into his own mouth. "Let's go to bed," he said. They walked down the hall into the bedroom, each with an arm around the other.
He kissed her again, hard, and both quickly removed their clothes. Althea debated whether or not to leave on her thigh-high stockings to frame her now-hairless pussy, but decided that everything had to go. She lay down on the bed after pulling back the covers, and for the first time Charlie saw her naked groin. "Why did you do this?" he asked, his right hand caressing the soft bare skin, his index finger moving over her clitoris, which projected above her lips. "I did it for you," she said, lying a bit but not much more than a bit. "I'll explain some time. Just know that it was for you. I hope you like it."
"Like it? You're beautiful. That just adds to your beauty," Charlie said, continuing and extending the caress. He knelt over her and kissed her again, and then began to move lower on her body. He licked, then nibbled, and then sucked her right nipple into his mouth.
"Pull it, Charlie. Pull it hard," she said. His lips grasped the raspberry-like nipple and stretched it away from her breast. "Oh, God," Althea said. "More." He pulled harder, and then slowly let her nipple contract toward the breast. He leaned over her body and did the same to her left breast and nipple, his left hand caressing the extended flesh.
Althea began to move on the bed, aroused and seeking relief from her lover. Charlie moved lower, kissing her stomach. He moved downward, and lay between Althea's legs, his head raised over her bare pussy. "In the drawer. Get some baby oil. Put it on me," Althea gasped. Charlie leaned over and opened the drawer of the nightstand, and found the bottle of oil. He popped open the top and poured the slippery substance on her writhing flesh. He rubbed it into her skin, and then into the vaginal slit, pushing it up into the entrance to her vagina. "All over there. Rub it all over," Althea whispered, luxuriating in the feel of Charlie's fingers and the oil. Charlie rubbed lower on her thighs, and Althea lifted her body from the bed to allow him to spread the oil on her buttocks.
"Roll over," he commanded gently. She did. Charlie kneaded her buttocks with his oil-smeared fingers. He applied more oil to her bottom and some ran into the crack of her ass. His fingers followed, and Althea pushed up her bottom to gain more feeling and to let him know that she wanted him to continue. His middle finger applied oil around her puckered anus, and she thrust her buttocks at him in delight. The finger entered her and she moaned a low sound of ecstasy. "Oh, Baby!" Charlie said as he watched his finger enter her small hole up to the first, then the second, knuckle.
Althea sharply expelled her breath, becoming overwhelmingly aroused by this new experience. She quickly turned over. "Put your finger back in there, and use your mouth on me," she asked, almost pleadingly. Charlie lowered his face to her cunt and experienced the slippery oil on his face as his mouth sought Althea's clitoris and his tongue licked the length of her chasm. For the first time he tasted her juices, even though they were mixed with the oil.
She climaxed as his mouth was clamped onto her clitoris. Her body bucked, and he felt the contractions of her anus on his finger as her powerful orgasm swept over her. She finally lay quietly on the mattress, still feeling the strength of her orgasm. Charlie slid up beside her. She looked at him and smiled. "I never felt anything like that," she said. Again, a little lie. The orgasm the previous night from her hands had been equally as powerful. But there was a need to make up to her lover. "I'm glad," he said. "Some time I'll find out what came over you in just a couple of days."
"Maybe some day I'll tell you," she said. "But I think it's called 'understanding.'" She then began to stroke his body. "Lie on your back," she said, kissing him on the lips. "I've got some things I want to do for you."
Charlie lay on his back, his head propped on a pillow. Althea began by kissing his tiny nipples, and then sliding her lips down his stomach. Her tongue began to lick his testicles, on top and underneath. She continued with his shaft, moving her moist mouth up and down. Then she began to work on the tip of his cock, first kissing, then licking, then beginning a slow movement, sliding her mouth up and down. The fingers of her right hand lightly roamed over his balls, and then began to slide in rhythm with her mouth up the shaft of his penis, which had become slippery with her saliva. Charlie looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her beautiful mouth as he face-fucked her.
She released his penis from her mouth and moved up to kiss him with her wet lips. Then her body moved to straddle him, and she moved down on his cock to engulf it with her vagina. She looked down on his face, lust evident in his eyes as well as in hers. She leaned down to him and he opened his mouth. She stuck out her tongue and a moist gob of saliva left its tip to enter his mouth. "How many times can you come tonight?" she asked, with good reason. "Baby, I don't know for sure, but the way I feel right now, about a hundred. Or at least two," he said, pushing his body up to contact hers at the meeting point of cock and cunt. She wriggled her body to let him feel the entire barrel of her vagina. "Good," she said. "I've got a lot planned for you."
"God, baby, you're so sexy," was his response, to which she replied, "You're not so bad yourself," as she thrust her pelvis hard toward him.
They continued their moving and thrusting when Althea suddenly raised her body, allowing his penis to come out of her dripping vagina. "Where are you going?" he asked, afraid of the answer. "Right here, lover," she said. Her mouth moved down to finish what her cunt had been doing. She moved her body more closely in parallel with his, and while she sucked him with exquisite slowness and pressure his fingers entered her vagina and first one, then two, were thrust up into her. He pushed his fingers into her as far as he could, feeling the flesh of her inner body, moving his fingers over the edge of her cervix. He put three fingers into her, spreading her wide as her vagina became even more slippery. She pushed back at his fingers to feel his hand as much as possible reaching inside of her.
She could tell when his orgasm was close because he stopped feeling her with his hand and began just thrusting his body upward to meet her mouth. She had to be careful because he had lost all ability to control his thrusts, and she knew that she was usually right on the edge of gagging. "Oh, god!" he whispered, and then repeated "Oh, god!" She felt the first spurt of semen enter her mouth, and she swallowed the substance for the first time. More spurts followed the first, and she was unable to swallow all his come. Some ran from her lips down the shaft of his penis, while some landed on the point where penis joined body. She looked up at him, remembering how incredibly sexy the picture had seemed, the picture of her sucking the stranger and allowing him to ejaculate into her mouth. Now she was doing the same thing, and Charlie's semen was in her mouth and she had swallowed it, accepting it as an act of love.
She raised her head from his penis, but did not stop. With her tongue she licked the semen from his shaft, and then lapped up all that had flowed from her lips onto his body and her hand. Then she raised her head and looked at him. She smiled, her lips covered with his come, her face shiny with what had been smeared onto her face. Charlie pulled her upward, and kissed her lips, tasting himself on her face and inside her mouth. They kissed with mouths open, sharing liquids with each other with abandon. "I loved doing that," she said.
"I loved having you do that," he responded. "I don't know what has happened to you, but I'm sure glad it did."
"So am I," was her reply. And then she added, "Can you stay tonight?"
"I don't have to be at work until 11 tomorrow, and I don't have any classes. Yes, I can, if you want me to stay." "I want you to stay." Her eyes sparkled, echoing the words from her lips.
They cuddled together, pulling the covers over their naked bodies. Althea stirred, and said, "I don't want to let go of you, but I've got to go to the bathroom."
"I've got to go, too, so don't take too long." A fiendish idea crossed her mind (what had happened to her? she thought, but she was glad she had changed.) "Come in with me," she said, arising from the bed and grasping his hand, pulling him along. He followed, not at all sure what was happening.
In the bathroom Althea sat on the toilet. Then she smiled at Charlie. "Let's go together," she said. "You sit on me."
Charlie looked at her, puzzled and wary. "What do you mean?" he asked, a bit confused.
"We're going to pee together," she said. "I'll sit here and go, and you sit on my lap, facing me, and you can go between my legs."
"If you say so," Charlie said, still unsure of this arrangement but willing to try something new after his experiences thus far this evening. He straddled her legs, moving as close to her as he could, and then he squatted and rested his body on her upper thighs. He stuck his penis down between her legs, next to her vagina.
She wrapped her arms around his back while his hands were behind her head. "Now we don't have to be apart," she said, as she began to urinate into the toilet, her urine striking his penis. Charlie looked at her in wonder, and then released his stream of urine, knowing that some of it landed on her body before finding its way to the water below. "You know," he said, "if I get a hard on, I can't urinate."
"Does sitting this way give you a hard on?" she asked him, grinning.
"You know it does," he said, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
Finished, he stood, his penis now in front of her face. She kissed it, knowing that urine was still on the tip and shaft. "That's how much I want you," she said. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head.
They washed up, removing the vestiges of their lovemaking as well as their strange trip to the toilet, and fell back into bed. He held her in his arms and nuzzled her face, kissing her nose. "Remember what you said," she said to him with a serious look.
"What did I say?" he asked, now worried.
"You said you could come a hundred times, or at least twice."
"Give me a little rest, you wonderful lover. I'm a man of my word." They slept in each other's arms.
He awoke with a start. She was peering down at him, a smile on her face and her left hand on his cock, which was soft. "Hey, lover boy," she said. "Wake up. Time to keep your promise."
He rolled toward her. They kissed. "I wish I could brush my teeth," he said.
"I'm not worried about your teeth," she said, kissing him again. "I want this." She moved downward and began to suck his cock, feeling it rise beneath her and grow hard within her warm mouth. Charlie gently pushed her downward and moved on top of her. Althea spread her legs and allowed him entry to her vagina. "Don't get too comfortable there," she said impishly. "I've got other things in mind."
"Like what?" he asked, kissing her nose.
"Charlie, I want you to go in, uh, my, you know, my anus."
His face revealed surprise, and he responded "Your ass? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," she said. "Fuck me a little longer, but don't come. I want you in my other hole." Charlie slowly pushed into her, and she responded, but only gently.
Charlie, go in my anus," she asked. "Get the baby oil and put it on me and you."
Charlie pulled out of her vagina and reached over and retrieved the oil from the bedside table. Althea turned over on her stomach and raised her buttocks. He began to rub the oil onto her nicely rounded globes, but soon concentrated on the puckered anus. He put oil onto his left hand and then inserted his middle finger into her. She squirmed as he probed her with first one finger, then two. The feeling was delicious, as it had been when he had put his finger into her anus earlier that night. Two fingers stretched her a bit, and he pushed into her all the way to his second knuckles. Charlie rotated his fingers gently but firmly. He then approached her buttocks with his cock. Althea suddenly dropped her rear end and rolled onto her back.
She switched on the bedside light. "Come here," she said. "I want to get you slippery my way." She guided his body up to her face and she took his cock in her hand. Her mouth closed over it and she sucked on it, applying her saliva to head and shaft. She took it from her mouth and held it beneath her lips, and dribbled saliva onto the head. She then spread it up and down his shaft. "I want you to go in me like this, with me on my back. I want to see you when you go in me, and I want you to be able to look at me," she said. He looked at her in wonderment and almost unbearable lust, and then he moved down between her legs. Althea reached underneath her knees with her hands and raised them up so that both her vagina and anus were exposed to him. She remembered how she had looked in the Internet photos, and briefly imagined that she was posing for such a photo now, the unseen photographer taking her picture with her intimacies displayed for all to see. The thought excited her even more.
Charlie now guided his slippery cock toward her anus, using both sight and feel to know when he was in the right place. "Be gentle," she said. "If you want to stop, I won't mind," he responded.
"Don't you dare stop," was her rejoinder. "Put it in me. Slowly."
He pushed the head, and her anus opened to receive his organ. She sharply inhaled, and then held her breath as the head entered her ass. "Wait a minute," she asked, and he was still, allowing her to relax and take his penis. "Okay, go slowly."
He pushed, just several centimeters at a time, and he kept his eyes on her face, watching for any sign of pain that would tell him to withdraw. There was some pressure, but he kept pushing, and she pushed back. She winced a couple of times, and he stopped his inward movement until her face and her anus relaxed. "Are you in?" she asked.
"All the way," he replied, pushing with his body to show that his hard cock was fully inserted into her tight ass. "Just hold it a minute," she said, and they waited while her muscles relaxed. Finally, Althea said, "God, that feels good. Incredible."
"Boy, it sure does," Charlie replied. "I've never felt anything like it."
"You can move now if you want to, and I want you to," she said, smiling up at her lover who was poised above her. Slowly he began to piston in and out of her rectum.
For her, it felt like they were joined together by an unbreakable bond. He was filling her up, in a way that having intercourse in her vagina had never done, as tight as that orifice was. His movements were transmitted to her whole lower body, and the sensation in her vagina and her clitoris was much greater than she would have guessed. She was caught up in a sexual force beyond her imagination. The photos were of the bodies of attractive other women, but the face was always hers, and her face from other films and photos from Hollywood never conveyed the ecstatic waves that rolled through her body as he gently but firmly fucked her ass. She thought that she might have to use her fingers on her clitoris to gain release, but she was being fully stimulated by the slow, steady rhythm of Charlie's thrusts. And when his hand cupped one of her sensitive breasts, the intensity was almost overwhelming.
For him, it was as if his penis was in a velvet cylinder, muscularly rippling up and down his cock, which seemed to him to have grown in size. Her anus squeezed his penis at its root, and the feeling was one of incredible power and overwhelming intensity. As he pulled outward and then pushed in, the velvet cylinder grasped his cock and squeezed it, and all of his feelings, indeed all of his senses, were focused in the few inches of his flesh that he had inside Althea's beautiful body, now flushed with lust. The baby oil, and the wonderful saliva that Althea had applied to his cock now merged with some juices secreted within her body, and he could move freely within her. He couldn't decide if he wanted to move more quickly or more slowly, but kept his thrusts slow and steady, partly because this seemed to cause Althea more satisfaction, at least judging from her face, and also partly to prolong his own ecstasy.
Althea reached a climax suddenly, shouting out as she pushed upward and outward to lock him inside her body. He felt her anus tighten and loosen in quick waves as her orgasm shocked her body with its intensity. She settled down to the mattress, and her look and hands conveyed that she wanted him to remain still for a moment. Her face, contorted in the release which the French call "the little death," slowly relaxed, signaling him that he was free to move within her again. As he thrust his penis into her tight hole, his body gathered itself for his own climax, and in a force that caught him by surprise his body was wracked with an unbelievable feeling as he shot his semen deep within her. He remained rigid, suspended above her, while his penis spent his fluids, filling her most intimate and secret place. Then he, too, was spent, and he collapsed upon her body, his cock still rigid within her, but slowly beginning to slip out from her anus.
"Golly," was all he could say. "Golly.golly, that was something else.that was wonderful." "It was for me, too," she said. "Thank you for doing that for me."
"Thank you for letting me do it," he responded, lying comfortably on her body, his penis now flaccid and outside of her. "I hope it didn't hurt you too much."
"I liked it," she said, "once I got used to the feeling. I was surprised that I could come that way." They held each other for a long time. Charlie drifted off to sleep in her arms.
Althea lay awake for a while, her mind unable to relax. She was amazed at the power and beauty of the sex they had just shared. But she also wondered.who could have sent her that E-mail message about her photos? Who knew of her brief other life? Who took the time to doctor those photos so well? Who chose her to appear on that web site with the famous and near-famous beauties? Someone who knew computers well.and she wondered whether or not she knew this person. And her mind also wondered.how it might feel to be with that beautiful young woman in the photo who had Althea's nipple tightly clamped between her lips and was stretching it outward in glorious pain.