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THE CLAM DIGGERS 2

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Author's Notes: THE CLAM DIGGERS is the fourth book of the Gold Club
Series. Book Four is the story of Greg Lockley, who after a tumultuous and
devastating divorce, falls in love with a nymphoslut. (MF, M/F M/F,
MM, FF, Mm, mf, Mf, cons, 1st, reluc, oral, anal, inc, exhib, voy)

THE CLAM DIGGERS By Art Martin

CHAPTER 2 THE NIGHTMARE

A year went by and Greg was really beginning to do well. He was
hustling leads and listings. He was a top performer. As his father had
advised him to do, he had branched out into commercial real estate where
the real money was. He was also near to earning his own broker license,
even though he wasn't planning to use it any time soon.

He was having sex with Ginger five or six times a week, quickies at
lunch, rendezvous after hours, Saturdays and sometimes Sunday afternoons
when he was "showing a property." They were the center of office gossip.
He certainly wasn't tiring of her, she was great in bed, but he found her
becoming more and more possessive, more and more demanding.

Married or not she wanted him, all of him, the consequences be damned.
He decided he'd better cool it for a while. Ginger was enraged by his
rebuke. To force the issue and win her man, she called Debbie and told her
all about their affair. Debbie was furious but coolly kept the information
to herself.

Debbie contacted a lawyer who saw visions of billable hours dancing
through his head. He advised her to file for divorce, advising her not to
let Greg know about what was about to happen. When the moment came, she
should grab every asset she could, especially the cash. Her attorney
advised her to load up the credit cards and any other lines of credit and
they would hit him like a Mac truck, making it difficult for him to retain
a competent lawyer until after he had made major mistakes.

Greg was out showing an apartment complex to a group of prospective
buyers, the Conquest Group, a real estate syndicate. Things were looking
fairly good. Greg invited them to diner at an exclusive restaurant that
was cash only. He went to the ATM and tried to make a withdrawal, but
found the account was empty. He tried the other account linked to his
card, but again the computer said that except for five dollars, there was
no money in the account. Greg knew that the bank had somehow screwed up
but it was after hours.

He apologized to his clients and suggested that they go to another
restaurant. After diner he presented a Visa card only to be informed that
it was over limit. He tried a Gold Master Card and was told that it too
was over limit. He gave them his American Express but was informed that
the card had been reported stolen.

Greg sat at the table dumbfounded, horrified and thoroughly embarrassed.
The maitre d' was called in to deal with the deadbeat. He bluntly demanded
payment or he would call the police. Greg was saved further embarrent
when one of the buyers offered to pick up the tab.

He was greeted when he got home by an associate of Debbie's lawyer, who
served him the divorce papers. He was informed that he could not enter the
house and all communications with Debbie were to be through her lawyer.

Greg was stunned. "Can't I get a change of clothes? My toothbrush?"

"No, I'm sorry. Not tonight. Contact our office tomorrow and we will
arrange a time when you can pick up your personal effects. Good evening,
sir."

Greg went back to his Mercedes and sat there for an hour or so, trying
to get a grip on his options. He checked his wallet, twentytwo bucks, not
enough for a room tonight, but at least he could pick up a toothbrush.
Then he thought of Ginger. He had a lot of stuff over at her place, and
even though she was pissed off at him, maybe he could sweettalk her into
letting him sleep there tonight. He drove over to her apartment and
knocked on the door. A hulking man answered, dressed only in his
underwear. The man looked as surprised as Greg was.

Thinking he somehow had gotten the wrong apartment Greg dumbly asked,
"Uh, is Ginger here?"

"I thought you were the pizza man." With hostility in his voice he
added, "Yeah, she's here, but we're busy right now."

Greg heard Ginger in the background, "I'm a little short on cash Baby,
pay the man for the..." Her voice trailed off as she stared at Greg
standing outside the door.

Greg was again embarrassed. He saw that Ginger was dressed in only a
robe. He had obviously stepped into it again tonight.

"Oh shit! Excuse me," Greg apologized. "I shouldn't have dropped in
like this." He turned and quickly walked back to the car. He drove over to
the office, let himself in and curled up on the sofa in the reception area.

The next day was another nightmare. Joann was the first in the office.
Greg jumped to his feet.

"What are you doing here, Greg? You look awful."

"I've been through hell, Joann. You wouldn't believe what I went
through last night."

"Go home and get cleaned up."

"I can't go home."

"I see... Well, you look like a bum, unshaven, rumpled clothes. Hang
over? Go somewhere and get cleaned up."

"I can't, not right now." He told her about what had happened last night
leaving out the part about going to Ginger's. He could see that Joann was
angry.

"You made a fool of yourself last night. You'll be damned lucky if you
don't lose that sale." She thought for a moment. "Look, go to my house,
get cleaned up. Use Sam's razor, whatever. You're about his size, so
borrow a clean shirt. Here's my key."

Greg drove over to Joann's and let himself in. She had forgotten to
tell him about her Scottie. The dog went ballistic after he was in the
house, tearing into his leg, ripping his trousers and drawing blood. He
fought off the little demon without hurting it and locked himself in the
master bedroom. There he tended to his new wounds, showered and shaved.
He found a clean shirt. It was a little big on him, but it had to do. He
tried a pair of Sam's khaki slacks, but they were much too short to be
usable, so he put back on his torn slacks and slipped out the door that
lead to the patio from the master bedroom, bypassing the dog.

The bank was open by now, so he stopped by to see if the two accounts
not linked to the ATM had any cash left. He found them all depleted. As
he was leaving the bank he had a sickening thought, "The safe deposit box!"

He ran back into the bank. As he opened the now empty box, he felt
nauseated with the urge to throw up. The box had contained several jumbo
CDs from his dad, a few dozen rare coins, as well as his late mother's
jewelry.

By the time he got back to the office the place was buzzing. Ginger was
crying, cleaning out her desk. She managed a weak, "I'm sorry, Greg. I'm
so sorry," between her sobs.

Everyone glared at him, like he had personally done some wrong to him or
her. Instead of the usual, "Good morning, Greg" he was treated like a
pariah. He went to his desk and wondered what new horror the morning had
in for him. Soon Joann appeared.

"Greg, please step into my office."

Greg entered his dad's old office, closed the door and sat down.

"How do I start?" she asked the wall. "Greg, everyone in this office is
well aware of your relationship with Ginger. Everyone knows it's more than
just a casual friendship. It has been somewhat of a problem for some time,
but I've let it slide and that's my mistake.

"Your wife called this morning and she talked to several of the agents.
She told them you had been sleeping with Ginger and that she was filing for
divorce. She also said that Ginger had been directing to you more than
your fair share of the cold calls. I have no way of proving or disproving
it, but I have an office full of angry agents who think it is true.

"Due to the turmoil, I've terminated Ginger. I also regret that I have
to terminate your relationship with the firm. I regret that deeply Greg,
as you have shown great promise, not to mention that this was your dad's
brokerage firm.

Joann continued, "Clean out your desk today. I know we have ongoing
clients and I'll help you close whatever deal you're working on now. Call
in and get your messages. And good luck, Debbie's got you by the balls."

Joann paused, shuffling some papers on her desk and added, "Look, I know
this seems unfair, but I've got to do what I have to do in the best
interest of this firm. You should have no problem getting on with another
broker. If you want I'll give you a glowing recommendation."

Greg was numb and uttered an insincere, "Thank you." He sat for another
moment before asking, "Is your god damned dog in on this too?"

Joann glared at him. "What do you mean?"

Greg showed his torn and bloody pants leg. "Must have been, because it
attacked me without warning too."

Joann's expression changed to concern, concern for her own liabilities.
"Oh Greg, I'm terribly sorry. Mac isn't usually aggressive like that. You
didn't hurt him did you?"

"No, but right now I wish I had killed the vicious mutt! Damned thing
is current on its shots, isn't it?"

She thought for a moment, "Yes. Sam took Mac in three months ago."

Greg got up and left Joann's office muttering to himself, "Fucking
bitch!" He looked across the office, all eyes were on him except for
Ginger; she was still sobbing at her desk. He knew he needed to offer his
apologies to her, about getting her fired, about his intrusion last night.
He gathered the few things he needed from his desk, appointment books,
professional manuals, textbooks, MLS listings, etc. As he took his first
armful of stuff to his car, he stopped at Ginger's desk.

She looked up at him, green eyes red from crying, makeup smeared from
tears, "Oh Greg, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like this."

Thinking she was talking about last night he asked, "What do you mean?"

"I told her."

"Told her? Told who?"

"Debbie. I told her."

"Told her! Debbie? What did you tell her?!"

"About us."

Suddenly it was all clear. "You what!!! Goddamn! Goddamn! You stupid
fucking bitch! This is all your fault? FUCK!!!!!!" Now in a fury, he
wanted to slap the little bitch around, wanted to hurt her. He was about
to lose control and he knew it. He stormed out of the office, dropping
stuff as he went, snarling, "Stupid, fucking little bitch!"

As he turned and fled he didn't hear her say, "I'm so sorry. I love you
Greg, I love you."

Greg drove around Rockford aimlessly for the next several hours.
Finally he had presence of mind to call his stockbroker. It was no
surprise to him to discover that a court ordered an injunction that had
frozen his account. He checked his wallet, still only twentytwo bucks.
"Fuck!" He called American Express about his "stolen credit card". After
the third degree verifying his identity, they offered to send him a new
card in the mail.

"Can't I just use my old card?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry that account number can't be used again."

"I need my card. I need it now!"

"Oh, I see. Let me see. There is an American Express office in
Rockford at 711 James St. I'll put in your request for you to pick up your
new card there."

"Good, when will it be ready?"

"In about an hour, but I see that office closes at 5 PM." It was already
4:30 PM.
"I'll try to make it over there before five. Thank you very much for

your help."

"Thank you for calling American Express."

Greg rushed towards downtown, but it was now rush hour and the traffic
crawled. When he finally got there it was 5:10 PM and the office was
closed. As he returned to his car, there was a lady cop writing out a
parking ticket for him. He removed the ticket from his wiper almost as
soon as she placed it there. She smiled at him and wished him a good day.
He whispered to himself, "Fuck you!"

He drove back to the familiar surrounds of the north side of town
wondering just what in the hell he was going to do. The immediate problem
was finding a place to stay tonight with no money and no credit. He
decided he could sleep in the car if he had to. He wasn't hungry but he
was in desperate need of a drink. Walking into a restaurant/club, he sat
at a bar. The barkeep looked familiar. The guy was much bigger than he
remembered, not fat, but pure muscle.

"What will it be, sir?"

"Doug? Doug Patterson?"

The blonde muscleman looked back and a smile came across his face,
"Greg! I heard you were back in town, but I hadn't seen you around! How
have you been ole buddy?"

"Great until yesterday."

"You still married to ...Debbie?"

"She filed for divorce yesterday. Hit me like a load of bricks."

"Never did see what you found so attractive in her."

"Big mistake!" Greg then went on to tell about what had happened in the
past few years between Doug fixing drinks.

"Look, do you need a place to stay for a week or two? I'm sure Donk
won't mind. You can have the couch."

"Who's Donk?"

"Donk Rider, my roommate. We share the apartment, lift weights
together, share girls."

They both laughed at the last comment.

"You need something to eat?"

Greg was famished and nodded.

"Order up something on the house," offered his savior.

Greg ate a burger and drank up his twentytwo bucks in beer plus a few
beers on the house. At closing Greg followed Doug to his apartment located
in the complex he had shown to the Conquest Group the day before.

Yesterday when he was here, he was on top of the world, a young tiger,
the master of his destiny. In a little over twentyfour hours later he was
back. Now he was flat on his face in the mud, a eunuch, a pitiful
casualty.

Upon entering the apartment, Doug began to introduce Greg to Donk. The
two strangers looked at each other, instantly recognizing the other.

Donk spoke up first, "Doug, this is the guy that's been banging Ginger.
Dumped her over a month ago. He shows up last night, knocks on the door.
We're fucking on the floor. I think it's the pizza man, but it's him.
Pissed me off!" He looked to his roomie, "Doug, this asshole got her fired
today!"

The hostility of Donk towards Greg was unmistakable. Donk was taller
than Greg, and was powerfully built, a body builder who took great pride in
his bulging physique. Greg knew he didn't stand a chance against the guy.

"Sorry about last night, but I didn't get her fired."

"That's not what she says."

Doug maneuvered between Greg and Donk. "Hold on Donk. I don't know
this Ginger, at least not yet, but I do know this guy, and his story's a
little different." Doug then related the story of what really happened with
Greg interjecting relevant details.

When they got to the part where Ginger reveals to Greg what she had
done, Donk exclaimed, "Jesus! What a stupid little bitch!"

"Christ! I was just trying to cool it with her," bemoaned Greg. "I'm a
married man. I've got a kid; he's six years old. God damn, he doesn't
deserve this."

Donk reached out to shake Greg's hand, "Hey, you can stay here for a
while." Greg took Donk's hand and felt his powerful grip. Donk shook his
head in sympathy, "Man, you've been fucked over good."

Over the next few days Greg sorted through his situation. Debbie
wouldn't accept any of his calls; she just let the answering machine take
all incoming calls. He desperately needed some cash and called the trustee
of his father's estate.

"I'm sorry Greg. I know you're desperate for some cash, but the way
this is setup and under state law, if I break the trust and release the
funds to you now rather than when you're thirty as specified, the money
becomes community property. In that case, your wife will get half,"
explained the trustee. "Figure out some other way to survive until you get
back on your feet."

He checked his messages at the office. He had a call from the head of
the Conquest Group. Immediately he placed a return call."

"Mr. Bagley, Greg Lockly."

"Hello Greg."

"Mr. Bagley, I'm sorry about the other night. It was very embarrassing
and I just ..."

Bagley interrupted him, "I got a call yesterday from your old boss,
Joann. She told me all about your circumstances. I understand. I was in
a similar situation a few years ago. Women can be vengeful. We figured
you were over your head and just blowing smoke. Joann reassured us that
you were top notch and on top of things, she even offered to pick up the
restaurant tab. Listen, I just want you to know that we are interested,
but we need to run our numbers again. I'll get in touch with you in a few
days. This thing with your wife, do you have a good lawyer?"

"Not yet. I'm looking around."

"I don't want to get into your business, but consider giving Harry
DuBois a call. He's done some work for me in the past and he's a tough
bastard."

Greg hung up, relived the Conquest Group hadn't bailed out on him.
Picking up the phone book, he looked up Harry DuBois in the yellow pages
and placed a call. A pleasant sounding woman answered, "Law Office."

"This is Greg Lockly. John Bagley recommended that I talk to Mr.
DuBois."

"Just a minute, please."

After a few minutes, DuBois came on the line, "Harry DuBois here. How
can I help you Mr. Lockly?"

Greg described the problem.

"You say Mark Holt is her lawyer? He's good, very crafty, and very
ruthless. I know Holt very well. We probably can work the whole thing out
very quickly so she doesn't bleed you dry. Look, I'm not a family lawyer
per se, but I have had several clients in the past that were in your shoes,
adultery cases, and I managed to minimize the damage. If you want me to
represent you, come see me tomorrow at 10:30 AM. In order for me to take
on your case you will need to pay me a retainer fee. My initial retainer
is $2,000."

"You take American Express?"

"That will be fine, Greg. I'll put you down for 10:30 AM tomorrow."

Next morning Greg sat down and had a factfinding talk with DuBois. He
was surprised at how young DuBois was, only a few years older than himself.

"Greg, you say she emptied the bank accounts?"

"Yes."

"She loaded up the credit cards with cash advances?"

"Yes."

"She can't do that. Well, she can, she did, but the judge won't like
it.

"You say that she cleaned out the safe deposit box. Do you have any
documentation as to what was in there, what the jewelry appraised for? No?
Well... that's history."

Greg told DuBois about his discussion with the trustee of his father's
estate.

"So that's what she and Holt are after. That's why they put you in such
a bind. They tried to deny you the resources you need for legal
representation, they can't do that."

"They did it."

"True, but it won't look good for them. Let me be frank... The court
will side with a wronged wife 99% of the time. Unless she's a junkie or
something, she'll get custody of Jarred and the court will award the house
to her. You will be paying child support until he's eighteen. They will
let her keep all the cash and 50% of your stocks. You will get all the
outstanding debts, however the court will make her repay the cash advances.

"You won't ever see anything in the safe deposit box again; it's your
word against hers as to what was in there. Maybe if you plead sentimental
value to her you might get some of the jewelry back, but considering what
she did to you at work, it's apparent she wants to destroy you, completely.

"The work place thing, the judge won't take that very kindly either;
shows that she is spiteful. I'll bet Holt doesn't know that she made those
calls; he'll go ballistic. The timing makes it look like he put her up to
that."

DuBois rubbed his chin in deep thought. "Hmmmm, a possible ethics
violation? We got him, sort of. He can't take away your ability to make a
living. The judge won't like that at all, effects the welfare of your son.
Any questions?"

"Yeah, what do I do?"

"Don't break that estate trust, just forget about it and it will be all
yours after this is over. Give her everything she has right now, but not
one penny in the future. We'll avoid court, Holt and I will work out a
settlement, he's lost the ploy on the estate trust, so that won't be an
issue. Control of the trust your father set up for Jarred, that will be an
issue."

"Give her the house? That was my parent's house."

"It's her house now. Get used to it. If you want to fight it, okay...
It will drag things out for years; all the while the bloodsucking
attorneys, Holt and me, will be racking up billable hours. Ultimately
she'll still get the house and you'll get a huge legal bill. You've got
understand, a quick settlement is in your best interest. Now it's going to
take weeks if not a few months to get some relief on the credit cards, so
hang in there. You have any cash?"

"Zero."

"Any commissions coming in?"

"Nothing in the pipeline, but that could change at any time."

"You need to sell a house."

"No shit!"

"Do you agree with my plan?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Sure, it'll just cost you more, much more. Besides, the sooner this is
over, the sooner you can get back to the business of living. Life's too
short to be miserable for very long."

"Okay Councilor, do what you can."

"Alright Greg, here's our contract. Makes me your lawyer. Another
thing, continue calling your house, and ask to speak to Jarred. When I get
you in the house to pick up personal effects, get the tape out of the
answering machine. It will document that you were civil, and wanted to
talk to your son. The fact that she won't let you talk to him looks poorly
on her part."

After Greg signed the retainer agreement, DuBois took him out to his
reception area.

"Gayle, please process $2,000.00 on Mr. Lockly's American Express.
Greg, wish I'd met you under different circumstances. I'll get back with
you in a week or two, and get you in the house."

"Thanks," said Greg.

"Leave a number where I can reach you." DuBois turned and disappeared
into his office, ready for his next client who was waiting in the reception
area.

Next day Greg got a call from DuBois.

"Greg, Harry DuBois. Hate to tell you this, but American Express
declined your charge."

"What?"

"I don't know why, but we need to make other financial arrangements."

"I don't have anything I can get my hands on."

"What kind of car do you drive?"

"Twoyear old Mercedes sedan."

"Sell it."

"What? That was my dad's car, I can't..."

"Sell it Greg. This is a war you're in. You don't need a luxury car,
you need cash for ammunition, not to mention food."

Greg felt sick to the stomach. He loved that car. It alluded to his
financial success, important when dealing with men like Bagley. No one had
to know he inherited it.

"I'll do what I have to do, Harry," he replied dejectedly.

Greg hung up and called American Express. He was informed that the
check for his last payment had bounced. They were very understanding but
they cut off his credit until the account was settled.

Luckily he had kept the car title at his office, so he had access to it.
It listed only him as the owner. He drove his beloved Mercedes to a
Mercedes dealer and cut a deal, accepting a fraction of what he thought the
car was worth, but still he had bundle of cash. The cash he needed to
survive. He crossed the street to a used car dealer and picked out the
best looking wreck on the lot for $200.00.

That Sunday afternoon was a rainy day and Greg felt pretty glum. Doug
and Donk decided to have a little party and made a few calls. An hour or
so later, there was a knock on the apartment door. Doug answered and in
walked two goodlooking foxes, dressed to kill in miniskirts, high boots
and tank tops. Doug introduced them to Greg.

"Reggie, Tricia, this is Greg. He's going to party with us."

Reggie, a fiery red head smiled and said, "Oooooo, the more the
merrier."

Tricia, a brunette raked her hand across Greg's chest and said, "Where
have you been hiding all these years?"

Donk came strolling out of a backroom with a cookie can. He placed it
on the table, opened it and pulled out a lid of weed and a package of
rolling papers. He rolled up a fat number, took a hit and passed it
around. Doug started passing out beers to everyone to sooth the harshness
of the smoke. The weed was good. After the first hit Greg felt a buzz.

Donk and Doug both started flirting with the girls. As Doug and Donk
shed their clothes and stripped the girls, Greg suddenly felt
selfconscious about his physique. He always thought he had a goodlooking
body, but compared to these two body builders, he felt like the proverbial
100pound weakling. Tricia broke away from Donk for a moment and urged
Greg to get naked.

Reggie began licking on Donk's long penis, bringing it to full erection.
Greg was even more intimidated when he saw the length of Donk's erect
penis, it was at least 12 inches long, and explained his nickname. Doug
was more normal, maybe a little shorter than Greg, maybe 7 1/2 inches.
Reggie started giving both Doug and Donk a blowjob, alternating between the
two men.

While Greg felt up her naked tits, Tricia unbuckled his pants and slid
her hand into his boxers. The touch of her hand and fingers on his penis
caused his already erect dick to surge with additional blood. As his rock
hard cock throbbed in her caressing hand she cooed, " Oooooo, I've got a
live one."

Tricia pulled Greg's slacks and boxers to his knees, freeing his cock
from its cloth prison. When she saw how thick his penis was, she knew she
had a prize. "Oh baby, you're magnificent!" she cried. She laid kisses
down the thick shaft to his balls and then back up again. He shed his
shirt and struggled to get his ankles free of his slacks, trying his best
not to break contact with Tricia's licking and nibbling mouth. Still he
lost his balance and fell sideways on the floor to the hoots of Doug and
Donk.

Tricia was on Greg like a hungry dog, greedily devouring his glistening
thick shaft of hardened manflesh. Her elastically ovalled lips were
stretched over his thick penis as she tried to take in all of his swollen
cock. Pulling off momentarily, Tricia swung her ripe body around,
presenting her blackfurred pussy to his mouth as she went down on him
again. Without a moment's hesitation, he savagely rammed his long tongue
deep into her juicy cunt and vigorously tongue fucked her.

While Reggie concentrated on Donk's long rod, Doug began licking her
from behind, alternately licking her pussy and her anus. Obscene slurping
sounds filled the apartment. The marijuana amplified the raging passions.

Tricia was loosing control. Her moaning vibrated Greg's hard dick and
he felt his urge to ejaculate building. Muffled screams of delight
emanated from her throat as she began to trash about, making it difficult
for him to maintain oral contact. The vibrations on his thick dick
increased and he let go, flooding her mouth with warm sticky semen that she
eagerly gulped down. She stopped trashing about and collapsed on him,
still sucking his softening dick, milking every drop of his delicious cum.
She released his dick and stood up.

Greg could now see that Reggie was on her hands and knees trying to deep
throat Donk. He watched Doug, face buried in her ass, furiously finger
fucking her pussy with his right three fingers. She was squirming about in
the throes of an orgasm. Doug and Donk switched ends. Donk's long dick
disappeared in her pussy. He only got part way in, at least three inches
remained before he bottomed out, but that was all she could take. He was
careful to measure the depth of her pussy to her cervix, and as he began
stroking, he paid careful attention not to drive too deep and hurt her.

Tricia brought back the unfinished joint and blew a shotgun into Greg's
mouth. He returned the favor and handed the roach back to Tricia. Greg's
mind reeled. She presented her big tits to his mouth for a sucking, her
dark nipples erect from sexual excitement. First he suckled her breasts
like an overgrown child, then he voraciously sucked and gently pulled on
her swollen nipples with his teeth until they were both too sensitive to
touch. She had to pull away, covering her tits with her hands, preventing
any further oral play upon her sore breasts. Growing hard again, he pulled
her to him. She squatted down on his dick and slowly took it all in.

Doug and Donk switched ends again with Reggie. Greg heard Doug growl,
"You want it in the ass, baby?"

As Doug drove his dick home, she cried out in a passion charged howl,
"Aaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" Soon she was just whimpering as Doug roughly
fucked her in the ass.

Greg had always wanted to do that, but Debbie wouldn't let him and he
thought he would hurt Ginger had he tried it with her. But with these two
sluts...

Greg was on his back as Tricia rode his stiff tool while he fingered her
clit. She was like a wild woman riding a bucking stallion, her long brown
hair, flying as she tossed her head from side to side, her great mammaries
bouncing in wild gyrations.

She cried out, "I'm cumming, I'm cumminnnnnnnnnnnng!!!!! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" She sucked in her breath like the breaking of a vacuum
seal as the orgasm seized her, her body trembling and quaking as the
blissfulness surged through her. As the throes of her orgasm subsided, she
exhaled forcefully with a "whoosh!" Donk pushed her forward until her head
was on Greg's chest. While Greg continued to thrust in her clasping and
clutching pussy, Donk penetrated her ass with a finger lubricated with KY.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she cursed softly.

He fingered her ass for a while. Then he penetrated her with two
fingers. While he fucked her from below, Greg watch in awe as Donk mounted
her from the rear, nestling his cock head between her ass checks, pressing
on her anus.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she whimpered as his cockhead spread her asshole open for
his incredibly long cock. She began to sit up but Greg rapped his arms
around her back and pulled her back down. She was slightly jerking as Donk
penetrated her deeper and deeper.

"Oh god! Oh, god!" she softly cried.

Donk was considerate, taking her a little at a time, giving her time to
adjust, before probing deeper and deeper.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Tricia's pussy was a snug fit with Greg's penis to begin with, but with
Donk's cock invading her ass, it became a very tight fit.

"Oh sweet Jesus!"

Greg and Donk had a little trouble at first getting a rhythm going, but
they quickly settled on one remaining still but buried deep within and the
other thrusting for a few minutes, then they reversed.

"Oh yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me you bastards!" the wanton slut
wailed. Soon orgasmic wave after wave ripped uncontrollably through her.
She continued to yell and curse, whenever she was able to catch a quick
breath.

Shouting an obscene curse, Doug shot his load up Reggie's rectum. As he
pulled out, there was a loud knock on the door, not a polite knock, but a
heavy banging on the door. Doug got up and flung the door open.

A woman at the door yelled at him, "Will you people stop all that
racket! My baby is..." Her voice trailed off as she took in the lewd scene:
Doug, six foot, 240 pounds, stark naked, a string of cum hanging from his
cock; Reggie, naked, her head on the on the floor and her ass in the air;
and the threesome still humping away.

"Want to party baby?"

The woman fled.

Doug roared in laughter and slammed the door. With all the commotion at
the front door, the threesome broke up. The guys all went to the kitchen
for a beer, leaving the two girls to recuperate on the floor.

Greg had fantasized about a group fuck many, many times, but this was
his first real experience. It was also his first chance to sodomize a
willing girl. His dick stayed hard with the excitement. "Damn fellows,
these girls will do anything!" he said belaboring the obvious.

"No shit!" said Doug as he washed his dick off in the kitchen sink.
"They were born for heavy fucking."

Donk admonished him, "Doug, on that first ass penetration, you have to
take it easy."

"Fuck, she loved it!"

"Still you don't want to hurt them. If you do, they won't come back."

"Those two? Since when?"

Greg interrupted. "Hey guys, this is great! I can't wait to fuck that
redhead."

"Do her any way you want to," said Doug.

"Ass fucking," Greg mused, "She seems to like it."

"She loves it!"

Donk interjected, "Greg you're as thick as a baseball bat, much thicker
than Doug. I'm a little bigger than Doug, but not nearly as thick as you
are. Maybe I should do her first, stretch her out a little more." Donk
reached out and grasped Greg's hard pecker; his hand hardly fit around it.
"She'll enjoy your big dick more if it doesn't hurt her."

Greg froze. No man had ever touched his dick before except for doctors
and Jarred's innocent poking. In his dope induced fog he found it very
pleasurable. Donk's eyes locked into a penetrating stare and Greg felt
that he was reading his mind. Greg's face flushed red, but not with anger.
Donk began to gently squeeze Greg's dick while looking at him square in the
eye. Greg's heart began to race and his breathing got heavy.

Doug broke the homosexual play, "Hey, save him for the girls. They have
to go in a few hours. We'll be here all night."

Donk released his grip and as he withdrew his hand, he dragged the tips
of fingers across the sensitive underside of Greg's hot dick. He gently
squeezed Greg's cock again saying, "Come on Greg, let's do Reggie."

Greg was weak kneed as he reentered the living room. The two girls were
in a 69 eating each other out. Greg had never seen two girls get it on
before and it increased his excitement. He felt a hand caressing his ass.
A mansized finger probed his crack and found his anus. Greg was powerless
to protest.

Reggie was on top of Tricia. Donk moved over and spread Reggie's legs
wide. As Donk greased up his dick with KY, the finger continued to stroke
Greg's puckered asshole. Then as Donk positioned his dickhead at Reggie's
backdoor, Doug reached around with his left hand, stroking Greg's throbbing
dick. A large drop of clear precum pooled at the tip. The right hand
pulled away from Greg's butt and found its way to Greg's dickhead. Doug
began squeezing precum onto the pad of his right middle finger. The
lubricated finger then went back to Greg's asshole and began worming
around. As Donk penetrated Reggie's previously cock stretched ass, Doug
inserted his finger up Greg's virgin butt to the first knuckle. As Donk
sawed in and out, Doug gently thrust Greg's ass in unison penetrating his
virgin ass, warming up and relaxing his tight sphincter, while he rubbed
Greg's prostate.

The obscene acts he was party to were just too much and Greg shot his
wad into Doug's hand that was cupped over Greg's swollen glans. Doug
released Greg, and he slumped to the floor to regain his composure. Doug
stood towering over him grinning ear to ear, cum dripping from his still
cupped hand. It was several minutes before Donk pulled off of Reggie. She
rolled to one side gasping for breath.

Doug knelt beside Tricia and smeared the handful of Greg's spunk across
her mouth. "A little present from Greg," he said then he lowered his head
and passionately began kissing her, licking cum from her face. Doug
smeared the remaining cum across his right pectoral. She licked the cum
from his chest as he licked the residual cum from his hand.

Doug picked her up off the floor and carried her to the table. He laid
her on her back with her ass at the edge, spreading her legs wide. Her
vulva was engorged with blood and dark red. Momentarily he stood between
her legs, watching her pussy lips flex with unbridled desire as they kissed
the glans of his cock. He plunged his dick into her cock hungry cunt.

Donk looked down at Greg and his now flaccid peter. He looked over at
Doug and shook his head nearly shouting, "Selfish, greedy bastard!"

Doug ignored him and continued to pummel the brunette's eager pussy.
Donk turned to Reggie still sprawled on the floor wishing someone would
fuck her again. "Hey, Red! Greg wants to fuck you, but he's a bit shy.
Come over here darling and see if you can raise the dead."

She crawled catlike across the floor to Greg. She tenderly kissed him
on the lips, slowly driving her tongue into his mouth. Then she began
kissing his face, neck, and chest, stopping to suck his mannipples, then
down and across his abdomen, stopping to tongue his navel, then continued
down towards her real goal. Taking his soft cock head into her mouth, she
licked and tasted the residual sex juices.

"Hmmmmm, I like that flavor," she purred. Then ever so gently she
nibbled all along the overhanging rim of his glans. She was awarded with
his dick swelling with blood until it was hard once again. "Hmmmm, You're
huge! I like big meaty dicks," she loudly whispered.

Greg replied hoarsely, "I like hot wet pussy."

"Let's go fuck, lover."

She got up and helped him stand, then she walked to the table and got on
top next to Tricia, but facing the opposite direction. She spread her
legs, welcoming him into her body. Standing between Reggie's legs, Greg
stood facing Doug. He put his dick to her slit and slid his broad dickhead
up and down, stimulating both of them to secrete lubricating fluids.

"Easy baby, take it slow. Don't rip me apart, just fuck me and fuck me
hard!"

His glans disappeared as it parted her shaven pussy lips.

"Oh, yes. You're big! Oh, baby give it to me slow. Oh yeah. Oh
yeah!"

He paused buried to the hilt. Her pulsating pussy alternately squeezed
and released his hard cock. He began to stroke, long strokes, slowly at
first but increasing in tempo. Soon he was slamming her hard, making the
table slide across the floor. Doug slammed into Tricia and the table moved
back. Greg pushed it back with a heavy trust. Back and forth the table
slid. The girls were dizzy with fuck lust unaware that the boys had begun
to play a game. After Reggie climaxed, Greg stopped thrusting so hard and
just leisurely fucked her. She was his to do with as he pleased and he
liked that.

Donk was alone on his back, stroking his dick to attention. He motioned
to Greg to come back to the living room. Greg pulled out and pulled Reggie
upright. He kissed her for a few moments before leading her back into the
living room. Greg thought that Donk wanted to fuck Reggie, but Tricia beat
her to it, straddling him, and lowering herself onto Donk's long dick.
Doug guided it up her ass.

Reggie got down on all fours without any prompting. She reached back
and spread her ass cheeks. Greg had an open invitation to explore her anal
canal. He greased up his firm dick and greased up her brown hole. It was
a moment he had dreamed about for years.

The rubbery flesh of her anus yielded to his rigid member, his cock head
slipping in without great effort, but after the initial penetration she was
tight, much tighter than her pussy. Greg drove on in, his dick bathed in
the welcoming warmth of her quivering gut. Slowly and with great
deliberation Greg thrust in and out, in and out. He took his time,
savoring the moment.

As he sodomized the redheaded slut, Doug came over and presented his
coclkick to her for a blowjob that she readily performed. Greg found it
very erotic to watch her slobber all over Doug's dick while he fucked her
in the ass. Like two wayward schoolboys, Doug and Greg grinned at each
other. Greg went for a long time before he completed the obscene act by
finally spraying her bowels with what jism he could muster.

Exhausted Reggie and Greg slumped to the floor. The next thing he
remembered is the vague sound of the door closing with a loud thud, then he
dozed off again into deep sleep.

The urgent need to pee woke Greg up around 2 AM, naked on the floor and
alone. Loud snoring was coming from each bedroom. Relieved, Greg returned
to his couch home and lay down. It was so much more comfortable to sleep
naked. Up to now he felt compelled to sleep in his drawers as he didn't
want Doug and/or Donk to think he was queer or something. He thought back,
the only time in his life that he slept in anything at all was when he was
in the service. He hated it but got used to it. Then he thought back to
the sexual encounters he had with Doug and Donk earlier.

"Shit! I don't believe this," he muttered as his dick grew hard at the
memory of the homoerotic moments. He'd never been attracted to men before.
He certainly wasn't attracted to his dad who was a practicing nudist for as
long as he could remember.

He had grown up with a casual attitude about nudity. He remembered as a
small boy, going with his parents to a park where everyone was naked. They
only went there a few times as he recalled, but it made a lasting
impression, an impression reinforced by his parents. His parents didn't
flaunt it, they where just very casual and matter of fact about nudity.
Dad would come home late in the afternoon, skinny dip in the pool and
lounge around nude drinking his martinis. He wouldn't get dressed again
until the next morning or unless someone was coming to visit. And Dad
wasn't alone; Mom too was very open in the privacy of her home.

His mom died of cancer when he was still in high school. He lost a
guiding hand and got a bit wild. As he became sexually active, nudity
started taking on a whole new meaning. Dad was furious with him when he
was caught skinnydipping in the pool with a girl. He got a stern lecture
on the dangers of sex, of watching out for the girl's reputation, of sex
and morality, of his responsibility for his actions. Like most teenagers
it pretty much went in one ear and out the other. Then he knocked up
Debbie. He found out the hard way that the old man really did know what he
was talking about.

They had been dating for several months. She wasn't his steady girl as
he had other interests, but he was the only guy she dated. He and his
friends all thought it was hilarious when she threw up a football game. A
few weeks later it wasn't funny at all.

Debbie's father and his dad were sitting at the kitchen table in serious
discussion when he walked in from school. Greg knew something was up.

"Hi, Dad! Hi, Mr.Gamble!"

Gamble and his dad didn't answer him. They both just glared at him.
Two weeks later he and Debbie were married in a private ceremony at the
Gamble home. They lived apart until she began to show, then she dropped
out of school, four months before graduation. She left home and moved into
the Lockly home.

The transition wasn't easy for her. Even though she was forewarned, she
was mortified to find Mr. Locky lounging around the pool naked. His dad
had tried to be inoffensive and covered up while in the house. Still he
had a hard time adjusting to someone new in his house that didn't share his
attitude about the human body. Sometimes at night, he would just stroll
naked through the house to the kitchen, have a snack and stroll back to his
bedroom. Debbie was convinced that he was a dirty old man and thought that
his displays of nudity meant that he wanted to have sex with her. It got
so strained in the house that Mr. Locky moved them into a small rental
property he owned that had just become vacant.

Greg finished high school and tried to find employment that paid enough
to support his family. With the baby coming, medical insurance became a
major concern. But nowhere could he find anything other than minimum wages
with no benefits. He worked hard on a roofing crew. The pay was good, but
there was never enough money for the medical bills, food and all the other
bare necessities. With two months left in her pregnancy, he followed the
advice of his dad. He enlisted in the army.

Debbie moved back in with her parents while he was in training for six
months. Jarred was soon born in the hospital at an air force base near
Rockford. Greg got a twentyfour hour emergency leave to see his newborn
son, then he reported back to the training base. Greg sent Debbie 90% of
his meager pay home every payday.

When he completed training, he was assigned a permanent duty station and
he, Debbie and Jarred moved into base housing at Foot Hood, Texas. The
housing conditions were adequate, but nothing great. The summer heat was
appalling.

Army life was no fun at all for the Locky's. Debbie hated the army and
Ft. Hood. Worse, she hated Greg for getting her pregnant and bringing her
there. She secretly wished that something would happen to him, a training
accident, anything that would free her so that she could return to Rockford
and return to school. She had always wanted to be a teacher, but she
didn't even have a high school diploma.

She fantasized about attending Rockford University and sharing an
apartment with her best friend, Bess Johnson. Bess and her could raise
little Jarred. In her opinion, Jarred really didn't need a father, at
least not an irresponsible jerk like Greg. All men were jerks as far as
she could tell. Her father was a jerk, always slapping around her mother
and sometimes her. Greg was a jerk. Greg's perverted father was a jerk.
Every boy at Rockford High School that she knew was a jerk, and all Greg's
army buddies were jerks.

She was appalled that on Greg's days off, he liked to sit around the
house naked, drinking beer, and playing with his son.

"For Christ's sake, put some clothes on Greg!"

"Why? It's hot! No one's here!"

"You're just as twisted as your father is."

"He's not twisted, not in the least. Just what is your problem?"

"It's not right. It's not decent at all! You're being disgusting. God
will punish you!"

"Disgusting? I'm comfortable. I was born this way. Is that so bad?"

No matter how much she bitched about it, Greg wouldn't back down on
principle.

When his enlistment was up, they moved back to Rockford. Mr. Lockly
again made a modest house available to them. Greg started attending the
local community college and working with his dad at his real estate office.
Greg was a quick study and worked hard to learn as much as he could from
his dad as well as his college instructors.

Returning home, Rockford wasn't what Debbie expected it to be. Things
had changed. Her bosom buddy Bess, had moved to North Carolina to live
with an aging aunt.

Debbie threw a fit every time Greg took Jarred to visit his dad. There
the three would play in the pool together, naked as the day they were born.
Those times were the best Greg could remember. Father and son, grandfather
and grandson, uninhibited, enjoying the simple pleasures of life. She
thought that they were being immoral and sometimes Debbie would come over
just to make sure Gramps wasn't molesting her little boy.

Thoughts trailed off as Greg dozed off back to sleep. The whirling
sound of a blender woke him up again. Donk was in the kitchen mixing up a
"power drink" for breakfast. Greg got up smelling the aroma of fresh
brewed coffee.

"Morning Greg."

"Morning Donk."

"Want some breakfast? Here." Donk handed him a large glass of his
mixture of fruit, vegetables, raw eggs, protein powder, honey, soy powder,
and who knows what else. Donk started mixing up another "power drink".
Greg found the thick drink odd, but pleasant tasting.

"Did you have fun yesterday, Greg?"

"Oh god yes! I've always dreamed about a party like that."

"All of it?"

"Well, most of it anyway."

"You don't have a problem with any of it, do you?"

Greg knew what he meant. "I thought about it last night and no, I
really don't have a problem with any of it. It was a lot of fun. A little
too much smoke, but lots of fun."

Donk looked at him searchingly. They were all a bit wild yesterday and
there was always the danger of morningafter regrets. "You're sure?"

"Hey, I was surprised. Very surprised." Greg decided to be blunt, "I
had no idea you and Doug were homosexuals."

"We're not homosexuals. We both prefer girls by a large margin, but we
also enjoy a little boytime too every so often. I'm glad you don't have a
problem with it. It's all just fun and games, recreational sex at its
best."

"Will Tricia and Reggie be back soon?"

Donk shrugged, "Tricia, maybe. Reggie will for sure. She and Doug have
an emotional attraction that transcends sex. They're probably snuggling in
bed right now. If you want, you can go in there and maybe get a little.
Doug won't mind. He gets really turned on watching other guys fuck his
girl friend. Hey, we'll get some other girls over here soon."

Donk excused himself and dressed for an appointment he had later that
morning. Greg had an appointment too, with Carson Realty, the largest real
estate broker in town.

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THE ORGASM GAME

"Hey, what's up with that roommate of yours?" Lisa asked Dan.

"I know," her roommate Sharon added. "What a geek!"

"He sure is." Dan agreed. "And you should see him in the shower."

"What do you mean?" asked Lisa.

"He's so skinny, no muscles, and he's practically got no dick! It's the
smallest thing I've ever seen. The whole floor knows about it. Everybody
rags on him."

Dan was a freshman in college. Football quarterback, 6'3", 200 pounds,
handsome, and didn't have to worry about his equipment, not with the nine
inches he was toting around. His roommate, George, was the one with the
problem. Typical computer geek, was George. He really wasn't bad looking,
if he fixed himself up, but he was so skinny. And that dick!

"Poor George," Lisa giggled. "Good thing he's got his computer to keep
him warm at night!"

Lisa and Sharon were also freshman at this large Midwestern university.
They lived one floor up from Dan and George, and had met Dan the first
week. And both of them had the hots for him.

Which meant, that they spent a lot of time with him. Both of them,
because neither of them were willing to let the other get near Dan alone.
Lisa and Sharon were friends, but not good enough friends to refrain from
cheerfully gouging the other's eyes out over Dan. So, they both spent a
lot of time in his room, together, warily giving the eye to each other.
Dan, of course, being the rich, handsome, quarterbacktype, was used to
this. He was just trying to figure out how to fuck both of them.

Since they were in his room all the time, they saw George a lot. Dan
had to admit that he could have done a lot worse as roommates went. George
was a nice guy, and didn't mind the occasional homework assist. He was
also hilariously funny, and a good storyteller. He also gave good advice,
something Dan decided to avail himself of one night.

"So, roomie, I've never asked you this. I've got Sharon and Lisa both
wanting to jump my bones. If you were in my position, who would you pick?"

"I'm the wrong guy to ask, Dan. I'd tell you to pick Sharon."

"That's what most people have told me." Sharon was a long, lean blonde,
with a flat stomach, big blue eyes, and legs that seemed to go on forever.
Lisa was a redhead, with green eyes, and a smattering of freckles. She was
more rounded than Sharon, and shorter.

"I know, most people would probably prefer Sharon. She's the type
that's modeling in all the magazines nowadays. I prefer Lisa, however."

"Then why did you tell me to pick Sharon?"

"Leave Lisa to me, of course!" George laughed.

"Come on. You wouldn't have a chance with either of them. The whole
school knows that you're the Dickless Wonder."

George had been teased about that before. Dan was amazed at how he
always just took it in stride. "I'm telling you, roomie, it's not the
tool, it's the craftsman."

"I still don't know what that means."

"What it means is, the important part is that I know how to use it. The
girls in high school figured that out. The girls here will too,
eventually."

"Oh, right, George, like you got that far with the girls in high
school."

"Sure. What, did you think I was a virgin?"

"Come on, George, I know you're a virgin. Girls don't go after skinny
wimps with 5inch dicks."

"You believe what you want to believe. Good night."

"Night," Dan replied, with a grin on his face.

Two

That Saturday night, the girls again found themselves in Dan's room.
With them, besides Dan and George, were Dan and George's next door
neighbors, Ken and Phil, and their next door neighbors, Alyssa and
Michelle. Alyssa had a thing for Ken, and Michelle for Phil. So, there
were four girls lusting after three guys, and George. They were all
drinking, and talking.

The funny thing was, Lisa thought to herself, that George was the best
conversationalist in the room. There had been a football game that
afternoontheir school had won, with Dan playing the role of the heroand
George gave the most cogent analysis of the game. Lisa brought up
Shakespeare, and George launched into a spirited discussion of him.
Meanwhile, he was telling jokes and funny stories.

The eight people in the room kept getting drunker and drunker. The talk
turned from scattered conversation to the search for a game to play. Strip
poker? Nude twister? Truth or dare? Then Alyssa, the most daring of
themand also quite drunkcame up with an idea.

"If you guys really wanna get wild, we could play the orgasm game."

"Huh?" asked Lisa.

"We put all of us girl's names in a hat. One of the guys picks the
names out, one by one. We go in order, and each picks a guy. Then each
guy goes to work on whoever their girl is. The time limit is one hour, or
whenever the guy himself cums. Whichever girl has the most orgasms in that
time wins." She smiled wickedly. "In more ways than one."

The guys were, of course, up for it. They looked at the girls, who were
all just drunk enough to consider it.

"I'm game," said Sharon, looking at Dan.

"Me, too," said Lisa, also looking at Dan. Michelle and Phil had
already slept together, so they had no problem with it. Alyssa grabbed
some paper, cut four pieces, put each girl's name on a piece, and put them
in a hat. "Here, George," she said, "Pick out a name." Alyssa was the
first name, and she picked Ken. Michelle came out next, she picked Phil.
George reached in and pulled out one of the two remaining slips. It said
Sharon, who, of course, happily picked Dan.

That's when the realization set in on Lisa.

"You mean I have to have sex with George??? Can't Dan do both of us?"

"Sorry, honey, that's against the rules." Alyssa laughed.

Lisa looked down at her hands. "I don't think I want to do this."

"Aw, Lisa, don't be a spoilsport," Sharon complained.

"You agreed," Dan pointed out.

She looked up at George, who was looking at her intently. She would've
expected him to be all giddy, out of control like a fourteenyearold
virgin about to get his first piece of ass. He wasn't. He just smiled at
her.

"All right, I suppose I did agree."

Three

"We do this all at once, or one at a time?" Sharon asked.

"On at a time, in order of how we picked. So we all get to watch,"
Alyssa leered.

"Any restrictions on how we get our girl off?" asked Phil.

"Nope. I do believe Ken and I are first. George, keep time?"

"Sure."

They settled in on Dan's bed, giggling nervously as they realized they
were going to have sex in front of six other people. They kissed quietly
as they stripped each other's clothes off, still selfconscious. That
started to go away as Ken started nibbling on Alyssa's nipples, as he
plunged a finger into her pussy. He waggled the finger back and forth,
while sucking on her breasts, for a few minutes. Feeling she was getting
closeand knowing he had never been this horny in his lifehe slipped on
a condom and then mounted her. Unfortunately, he was too horny. She was
closehe was right about thatbut he couldn't hold out. Alyssa groaned
in frustration, as Ken muttered "sorry."

Phil and Michelle were next, and they had a little more luck. They had
been to bed once before, which gave them a bit of an advantage, and Phil
got her off with two fingers in her while he nibbled on a breast.
Confident he could get her off again by fucking her, he slipped on a
rubber, and did so. However, he was also too quick. Michelle,
nonetheless, was in the lead, with one orgasm.

Dan was, not surprisingly, supremely confident in his own abilities.
Sharon let out an "oooooh" when she saw his wellsized cock, and had a
screaming orgasm shortly after he entered her. He lasted long enough for
her to have a second.

Lisa watched this scene with increasing dismay. She realized that she
had only agreed to this game, because she figured that was the only way she
would ever have a chance with Dan. Why would he ever pick her over Sharon?
Sharon looked like a model. Lisa considered herself fat. She had mooned
over guys like Dan all her life, and had always been beaten out by the
Sharons of the world. Now, Sharon was screaming as Dan made her cum, and
Lisa was facing having sex with George. She really wanted to have Dan.
She wasn't inexperienced, but she'd never had an orgasm. She blamed that
on always settling for secondbest. She thought Dan would be able to give
her one. But she was settling, again. As Sharon slipped off the bed,
completely satisfied with herself, after the third bonecrunching orgasm,
Lisa was filled with envy.

"Your turn, Lisa." Sharon smiled evilly at her.

Lisa was frozen. She couldn't get out of her chair. George had moved
over to the bed, waiting for her.

"Come on Lisa, don't chicken out now," Alyssa said. She just stared
down at the floor. George looked at her intently. He saw fear in her
eyes. Dammit, he thought to himself, God knows I want her, but not like
this.

Then George spoke up. "Look, let's end this now. Sharon's the winner."

"What?" Alyssa said. Lisa looked at him. He looked right back at her.

"I'm not going to go to bed with a girl who'd rather go to bed with
Attila the Hun. I'm too much of a gentleman for that."

"George, I......." Lisa faltered.

"Look, it's all right." He climbed off the bed. "I'm going to go to the
coop and get a soda." He walked out the door.

Four

Lisa looked down at the floor, relieved but embarrassed. Next thing she
knew, Sharon was asking her if she was going back to the room soon. She
barely heard her. Sharon and Dan headed off. The other four quickly
departed, to go satiate themselves some more. Lisa was left alone in the
room. She was contemplating where she was going to sleep that night, when
George walked back in.

"Where'd everyone else go?"

"Back to their rooms, to continue what they started. Dan's in our room,
I have to find a place to sleep." She was still despondent.

"You can sleep here, if you want. Dan's bed. I won't bother you."

"George, you're too nice to me."

"I can't help it. One, I'm nice to everyone. Two, I like you."

She laughed. "George, how can you like me? I treat you like shit."

"What, because you didn't want to sleep with me? No, you don't usually
treat me like shit. And I don't know how you could ask that question
anyhow."

"Huh?"

"How does Dan treat you?"

She thought about that. And then she realized, "Like shit."

"Right. On the bright side, I guarantee you'll get to fuck him if you
want."

"What? After the way him and Sharon were going at it?"

"Well, that's it. He's had Sharon. Time to move on to a new target.
And you're willing. Listen, I like Dan, but he's a BMOC football star
type. One woman after the other, all willing."

"Yeah. You're right. Still, I would have liked to have had one night
where I howled the way Sharon did. Shit, I did not need to see that.
Maybe he will take me, and I'll have that."

"What, exactly, are you talking about?"

She blushed furiously. "An orgasm. I've never had one."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, not even close. I just keep settling for second best."

"Ah. Which is why you wanted nothing to do with me when Sharon drew Dan
first."

She blushed, looking ashamed of herself, "George, I'm sorry....."

"Hey. I get used to it."

"George, are you a virgin?"

"No, not even close."

"You're not lying to me?"

"No. I had a lot in high school."

"You DID? Forgive me, but HOW?"

"Word gets around."

"What are you talking about?"

George smiled at her. "Let me put it this way. How many times did
Sharon cum, three, right?" Lisa nodded. "Well, if you had gone through
with it with me, I guarantee you would have won. Absolutely guarantee it."

"You're telling me that you could bring a girl to orgasm more than three
times in an houra girl who's never had an orgasm in her life, mind
youyou think you could have done that? Shit, George, I hate to say this,
but everyone knows about your......er....equipment deficiency."

George just laughed. "First of all, that's exaggerated. I have a weird
problem with my dick. When I'm soft, it almost recedes. The guys in the
shower don't see it when it's hard, you know what I mean? When I'm hard,
I'm averagesized. I'm not Dan, but I'm not dickless, either. Second of
all, it ain't what you got, it's what you do with it. Third of all, I have
other weapons at my disposal."

"Huh?"

"Let me put it this way. I'd bet money that you could get off three
times before I even took my pants off."

"You're joking."

George was sitting on his bed. "Come on over here and let me prove it
to you."

Five

Lisa swallowed hard. Was this just a line? She would have never
thought George would have had feeding lines to girls in him. Then again,
she never thought he'd have it in him to be as good in bed as he says he
is, either. She looked at him. She almost felt she owed him, and it would
be easier without the rest of them here. And, after watching sex all
night, she couldn't deny she was horny.

"Are you really that good?" she asked in a small voice.

"Like I said, come and see. We don't even have to fuck unless you
decide you want toand I still guarantee you'll be satisfied. "

She took a deep breath, got out of the chair she was sitting in, and
walked over to the bed. She sat in front of him, and gave him a little
smile. He returned the smile, and leaned over and kissed her.

One thing she found out in a hurryhe was a spectacular kisser. She
thoroughly enjoyed it, and, in the middle, she felt his hand snake down to
her breast. As he kept kissing her, she felt his hand going up and under
her blouse. Then, she felt him tugging on the bottom of her blouse. She
quickly broke the kiss, helped him get her blouse off, and leaned back in
to kiss him as he undid her bra. She quickly felt his hands on her bare
breasts, rubbing and fondling them, teasing her nipples.

He broke the kiss with her mouth, and started kissing down her neck,
placing little wet kisses all the way down. He kept going, kissing past
her shoulder, and then down to her breast. He gently sucked on a nipple,
while she let out a moan.

"Has anyone ever told you you have beautiful breasts?"

"No."

"Well, I'm telling you, Lisa. They're gorgeous."

She giggled. "They're too big. Too much fat. All of me has too much
fat."

"Ah, you've been brainwashed by the fashion industry, all of whom think
that Sharon is the epitome of female beauty. Hogwash. You're beautiful.
And your breasts are just perfect." With that, he returned his attention to
them.

"Mmmmmmm..." she hummed, feeling very flatteredand very turned on. He
was very good at this. He licked around her large areola, and then sucked
on her nipple. Then he sucked on the whole areola while flicking the
nipple with his tongue. His hand was still working over the other breast.

He did this for a while, switching breasts at one point, while she lie
on the bed, humming and gasping. Suddenly, she felt his hands on the snap
to her pants. She quickly helped him get her jeans and panties off. When
she did, she realized something. She was soaked.

"All right, I have to admit. At least at tittie play, you are very,
very good. I've never been this wet in my life."

"Good" was all he said, as he went back to sucking on her breast. She
quickly realized he had moved his hand down in between her legs. She felt
him idly slipping his finger up and down in between her labia, which just
increased the electricity running through her body. She felt a finger
gently slip in through her entrance. He brought it out, and slipped back
in with two. He moved them slowly in and out of her drenched pussy,
getting some satisfying groans from her throat. Then, he pulled all the
way out, and disengaged from her breast. She moaned in frustration, but
then opened her eyes and saw that he was adjusting his position. He
quickly replaced his fingers in her pussy, slid them out and in a couple of
times, then just barely in, where he stopped, and curled them upwards.

"AAAAYYYYEEEE! OHMYGOD!" she yelled.

George just chuckled. "Lisa, meet your gspot."

"AH! AH! AH!" She couldn't believe it. She had heard about the
gspot, but thought it was some kind of myth. The electrical shocks he was
sending through her pussy were no myth.

Of course, she knew what her clit was. That was the next thing he went
after, snaking the fingers on the other hand around it, while still
manipulating her pussy. Then, after watching her work herself up even
furtherhe hit her clit directlywhile still massaging her gspot.

"YEEEEIIIII!" Her legs spasmed every time he hit her clit. "AH! AH!
AH! AYEEEEEEEE! OH! OH! OH! OH sogoodsogoodsogoodOH! OH!
OHYEEEEAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"

He legs spasmed wildly, her pussy started to clamp on his fingers, and
he watched her face. She had opened her eyes wide, a mixture of unbridled
lust and absolute shock playing on her face. "GH GOD OH GOD I'm
CUMMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!"

He smiled at her, watching her orgasm, pleased that he had been able to
give her her first. He waited until she had come down from it, and then
withdrew his hand. He sat next to her, watching her catch her breath, as
she opened her eyes to see him smiling at her. Suddenly, she sprang up
into a sitting position, and wrapped him in a bear hug.

"Oh, George, thank you, thank you, thank you," she kissed his neck.
"That was so fantastic! I can't believe it!" She gave him a big, sloppy
kiss on the mouth. "Oh God."

He chuckled. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

She smiled at him, a gleam in her eye. "Whatsoever can I do to repay
you?"

"You just hold that thought. I'm not done yet. Lie back."

"Hmmm?" she questioned, but she put her head back on the bed. Next
thing she knew, George was aiming his head down in between her legs.

"George? What.......?"

"Hmmm? You've never had a guy go down on you before?"

"Well.....ah...no."

"Oh, what a deprived child." She giggled. "Spread your legs, relax, and
enjoy yourself. Trust me."

"OK. I do." He licked her pussy from top to bottom with a slow stroke.
"Ooooooooooh!"

He went to work, probing her pussy with his tongue. He slipped his
tongue into her entrance, provoking a gasp of surprise and delight. She
took long licks up and down her labia. He frenchkissed her pussy, which
brought out a low moan and a giggle. Then he resumed his strokes up and
down her pussybut, now, he made sure to hammer her clit with his tongue
on every upstroke.

"AYEEE!..mmmmmmmmOOOOOH!..aaaaaaaaaaaaaYYYYEEEEEE!!!!....nnnnnnnnnnnGGGAAAA
AAHHH!" He kept that up for a while, and then zeroed in on her clit. It
didn't take long for her to climax again.

He barely gave her time to come down off of that one, then went right
back to it. He licked up and down a few times, then went back to her clit,
as soon as he thought she could stand it again. Then, he slipped his two
fingers back in and massaged her gspot while his tongue worked on her
clit. This one came even more quickly, and her gyrations almost through
both of them off the bed.

He pulled his fingers out and crawled back up beside her this time,
letting her get her breathing back under control.

"Wow," she said finally. "I think you found my 'on' switch.
Permanently." She giggled. "And to think, I had half convinced myself that
I was incapable of orgasm."

"Well, I'm glad to have banished that fear."

"Oh, boy, did you." She smiled at him. "And, you were right. Three
before you even took your pants off. Which reminds me....TAKE YOUR PANTS
OFF!!!" He cracked up laughing, and complied.

She reached down and grabbed his erect cock in her hand. "Looks like
he's ready," she giggled.

"I know, not as impressive as Dan's." George said.

"Who cares?" Lisa giggled. "You're right, it's not the biggest I've
ever seen, but it looks perfectly capable of the task at hand. I do know
that the guy that it's attached to knows what he's doing."

George just grinned at her, and then moaned as she ran her hand up and
down its length.

"George, fuck me. Now. And don't worry about those damn rubbers, I'm
on the pill."

She lied back, smiling at him, as she crawled into position above her.

"You know what?" he said. "You really are the most beautiful creature
I've ever seen in my life. I thought so before I saw you naked and
orgasmic. Now I know it."

She smiled at him. "I feel beautiful. And I've never felt beautiful,
ever, before, in my life. You make me feel beautiful. Now GET IN ME!"

He did so, slipping in easily. She sighed contentedly. He wasn't the
biggest she had ever had, it's true. It just felt right.

It felt more right when he got going. He had wonderful control. He
aimed to massage her gspot. He made sure to rub his pubic bone up against
her clit. He varied his strokes, building her up slowly but surely.

She was on fire. That switch was still "on", and he was leaning on it.
He used his dick and his body to hit all of her hot spots. She felt
herself building up, her breath getting shorter, her face flushed.

"UMMMM...OOOOOHHHH.....AAAAAAHHH...OH GEORGE!.....AAAAAAAH...." When
George felt her getting closer, he reached down with his hand and massaged
her clit while he picked up the pace with his thrusts into her pussy.

"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OHMYGOD I'M CUMMMING
AGAAAAAAAIIIIINNNNN!!!!!!!!"

He stopped moving in her until she caught her breath. She opened her
shining eyes up to him, and wrapped her arms around her neck, and brought
him down to kiss him. "Wow" was all she could say.

He looked at her and said, "4 orgasms, and still under an hour. You
win."

"I certainly won something, but I don't think it was a silly contest."

He just laughed. "Ready?"

"Of course. You haven't had even one, yet."

"Don't worry about me. I ain't that far off." He started moving in and
out again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and kept her arms around
his neck, trying to pull him into her as deeply as she could. She
whispered in his ear, "George, darling, it's your turn. I want you to cum,
and I want you to cum deep inside me. I'm waiting for it. I'm waiting for
you, my darling. Cum for me, sweetheart, you've given me so much tonight,
I want to give you this. Cum for me, my darling, cum deep inside me."

He picked up his pace, and she felt herself building up again. "Oh,
George, I'm gonna go again. You're doing it to me again. Go with me,
George, cum with me, darling." It only took a few more thrusts, and he
didand she went right with him.

Six

It was a halfhour latertime spent wrapped in each other's
armsbefore Lisa found the will to speak.

"Five," she said in wonder. "You made me cum five times. You're a
miracle worker."

"Naah. I just think it's important. I like watching a girl I'm with
have an orgasm. I particularly enjoyed watching you have them."

She laughed. "Why?"

"Because it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. You get
all flushed. Your eyes twinkle. Your breasts heave. The most delightful
little noises come out of your mouth. You even smile in the middle of all
the groaning and whimpering. Your whole body spasms. When you cum, you
CUM, my dear. It's fantastic."

"I thought you did this to girls all the time."

"Not like THAT." He sighed. "I have a confession. I've wanted this
since the moment I met you."

"What?"

"Yeah." He looked down. "I did have a lot of girls in high school.
Word got around. My first time told a lot of girlfriends that I was good.
Quite a few wanted to go to bed with me. I was friends with them all. I
enjoyed having sex with them all. It was fun. But I never pursued it all
that much. I let it come to me. I didn't look at any of the girls I've
been with, before I had them, and thing 'Oh my God, I want her so bad I can
taste it.' I never did much of that. Until you. "

"At first it was just lust. Until you started throwing yourself all
over my blindasabat roommate, and I got to know you. The lust never
went away, but along the way I became very, very fond of you. Which made
the lust worse. You're the first girl I ever really, really wanted. And
not just in this way. In every way."

Lisa smiled up at him. "I have to confess, even while I was waiting for
Dan to jump my bones, the person that I preferred actually spending time
with, was you."

"I noticed that. I was waiting for you to notice whose bones you should
be jumping, too."

She giggled, then got serious. "Wait a minute. You wanted me that bad,
but let me off the hook during the game tonight?

"Shit, Lisa, you looked terrified."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It was worth it. I'd much rather have done this not in
front of an audience."

"You're so sweet." She snuggled into him, and they quickly fell asleep.

Seven

It had been a month since that night. Lisa and George found themselves
having sex as much as possible, every couple or three nights, whenever they
could get an empty room. They also found themselves spending lots of time
outside of bed, toothey ate meals together a lot, went to the movies,
attended a couple of parties, studied together, even went to a dance
together.

This Friday night, however, they were in bed, relaxing, after another
sex session.

"Whew," Lisa said, "You wear me out."

"The feeling, my dear, is mutual."

"You must really be worn out," Lisa giggled. "Since I told some
girlfriends how fantastic you are, I figure you must be getting it almost
every night."

George looked at her, in shock. "Now I know why I keep getting
propositioned. Especially from girls that live on your floor."

"I just wanted to make sure you enjoy yourself."

"Oh, I am enjoying myself. Immensely. More than I ever have in my
life." He looked down, right into her eyes. "Yes, I am enjoying myself.
And the one, single, only person I have slept with since I have been here
at this college, is you."

Lisa's mouth went dry. "What?"

George just laughed. "Lisa, even when we're not in bed, we're always
together. When would I have time to sleep around? I have been
propositioned by a number of girls; I'm assuming mostly friends of yours.
I've turned them all down."

"You have?"

"I have. And I'm not the only one, because I know you turned Dan down,
too. He told me."

"He did?"

"Yeah."

"Well," she laughed, "Why would I want to sleep with Dan? I've had the
best, who needs the rest?"

"Right. My point exactly. Of course, in my case, I'm not just talking
about sex."

Lisa felt a little lightheaded. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean, dear Lisa, is this isn't just about sex. Not anymore, and
that's if it ever was. We spend more time together outside of bed than we
do in bed. I don't consider you my sex buddy, I consider you my
girlfriend."

"I like the sound of that," Lisa admitted with a blush.

"Lisa, I'm in love with you."

Lisa blushed, and smiled slightly. "That's the first time anyone's ever
said that to me." She took a deep breath. "And I've never said it to
anyone myself. It's a scary thing to hear. It's a scary thing to say."
She took another deep breath. "I love you too, George."

"That wasn't so scary. Since I said it first. You wanna talk about
scary......"

Lisa giggled. "Really?"

"Hey, it only took me a month. I've known for a long time that I was in
love with you."

"Really?" Lisa looked at him. "George, are you offended that I tried to
get other girls to proposition you?"

"Well, not offended. I don't quite understand why you did it."

"Neither do I, to tell you the truth. I won't do it again, I promise. I
guess I was scared about the way I was feeling, and wanted to test it. I
wanted to see, if you had other girls, whether or not you'd still come back
to me."

He kissed her on the nose. "Silly girl, what you hadn't figured out is
that I didn't need any other girls to know you were the only one I wanted."

"I also was thinking about what you told me about high school."

"I wasn't in love in high school."

She smiled at him. "I have an older sister, she's 23, and I've always
been able to talk to her about anything. I told her about the first night.
She said, '5 cums in one night? Jesus Christ, Lisa, grab on to this stud
and do not let go!'" They both laughed. "So, I told her that I really
liked what you did to me, and I really liked you, but didn't know if it
went any deeper than that. She said, 'Dammit, Lisa, fall in love with him!
Now!' I suppose I was trying to make sure in my mind that that wasn't what
happenedfalling in love with the sex and not with you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." She smiled at him. "I'm in love with the whole you. I know
that now. Not that I'm not in love with the sex, too, mind you."

He laughed. "Love me, love the sex."

Lisa giggled at him. "Yup. Now that we've proclaimed our love, my
dear, you may seal the deal." She nuzzled into his neck and whispered in
his ear. "Fuck me until I scream, my love."

"Gladly!"

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Turnabout (F/M, Fdom, oral) Part 4 of 5

Chapter Seven

Liz woke Saturday morning stiff and sore. The bearskin rug might be
good for a romantic fuck, but it was hell to sleep on. Disengaging
herself from Trevor she stretched on her way to the bathroom. She
splashed water on her face after her morning absolutions and headed to
the kitchen in search of coffee. She flicked the light on and just as
quickly flicked it off. All the white tile and chrome painful to the
eyes this early in the morning. With just the light from the hallway
she searched the cabinets for the components necessary for coffee.
Trevor had a lot to learn, she found preground store brand coffee in
the refrigerator and a moldy paper filter in the drip machine basket.
As the coffee brewed (could you really call it coffee?), Liz set about
cleaning up the dinner dishes. She didn't even bother to sniff the
milk, pouring it down the drain as soon as she saw the expiration date
on the carton.

A cup of the vile caffeine laced liquid in hand she returned to the
den. Trevor had rolled over after she had gotten up and his morning
wood was sticking straight up. Liz sat on the sofa watching him sleep
as she drank her coffee. His eyes fluttered and opened, a look of pain
crossing his face. Trevor stretched and looked over at Liz sitting on
the sofa.

"How long have you been sitting there watching me?" he asked smiling.

"Only a few minutes. You looked so peaceful sleeping like that, it was
cute." she replied.

"Next time remind me to carry you to the bed afterwards. This rug is
not made for sleeping." he said, sitting up and working the kinks out.
"Do I smell coffee?"

"If that's what you want to call this." Liz replied, holding the cup
out for him.

Trevor took one sip and made a face, "And you teased me about not
being able to cook. You can't even make coffee."

"Hold on one second there Mister." she replied indignantly, "You have
store brand coffee and a filthy moldy coffee maker and you're blaming
me." she let out a huff, "I was going to give you a nice little blowjob
to get the morning started. Now I think I'll just let you bath me, then
take me to breakfast."

"I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to insult you." he replied,
crawling over to kiss her knees.

"Apology accepted for now." she said.

Liz let her legs spread as he kissed his way up her thighs. She loved
the feel of his lips and tongue on her body. Never before had a
boyfriend been so eager to use his mouth for her pleasure. Humph, never
before had a boyfriend been so eager to please her, period. Trevor blew
a soft breath onto her moist pussy, chilling her and sending goose
bumps up her body. His tongue traced along her slit, flicking lightly
over her clit when he reached the apex of her sex. He placed wet slurpy
kisses on her pussy working his way back down to the entrance of her
womanhood. Having learned what gave Liz the most pleasure, he lapped at
her labia, slowly working his tongue deeper into her body. Trevor let
his hand slide up to tease her clit as his tongue dove repeatedly into
her vulva. Liz let out a moan and shivered, holding Trevor's face to
her as she orgasmed.

Trevor brought his face away from her pussy after dutifully licking up
the excess moisture. Liz pulled him up to her face and gave him a long
kiss, loving the taste of her own juices on his tongue. Trevor started
to guide his cock to her pussy, but she pushed him away. A look of
disappointment crossed his face until Liz slipped off the sofa to kneel
before him. He almost protested that his Mistress should not be
kneeling on the floor. That thought passed quickly as Liz took the tip
of his turgid member into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the
head, working his cock deeper into her mouth. Lowering her head she
felt his cock hit the back of her throat. Bobbing her head on the shaft
she brought one hand to his testicles, playing with his nuts as she
sucked. When Trevor began pumping his hips she grabbed his pillar with
her free hand to control his thrusts. Not wanting it to end too soon,
Liz let him slip from her mouth, kissing the underside and continuing
to play with his balls.

"Please Liz, suck it some more." he begged.

"Please who, slave?" Liz replied, giving his nuts a playful squeeze.

"I'm sorry Mistress. Do with me as you wish."

Liz lowered her mouth back to his cock, teasing the head with her
lips. Trevor had never stopped moving his hips and Liz allowed him to
fuck the tip in and out of her mouth. She felt his dick spasm and
lowered her head all the way down as his cum hit the back of her
throat. Liz swallowed the fluid and sucked the remaining liquid from
his cock.

Liz crawled back onto the sofa, pressing her mouth to Trevor's in a
passionate kiss. Liz lowered her head to his shoulder after breaking
the kiss.

"Shower first or shall we go get breakfast?" he asked.

"A quick shower first, I think." she replied, "Then we can go shopping
and you can buy some decent food. Lord knows you have enough kitchen
gear to open a restaurant."

Trevor chuckled, "Yeah, if only I knew how to use half of it."

Liz looked at him, shaking her head, "God I don't have a third of what
you have and I can fix a five course meal no sweat. I guess lessons in
cooking and giving massages is on the agenda for today."

Picking up her clothes Liz headed for the large shower in the Master
Bathroom. Trevor followed, depositing his cummerbund and tie on the
dresser before joining Liz in the shower. Liz was careful not to get
her hair wet and keep Trevor on track for breakfast. Her stomach
growling loud enough to be heard over the sound of the shower.

Chapter Eight

Hand in hand they walked into Bob's Diner. The place was nearly empty
this early on Saturday morning and they chose the same booth they had
eaten in on Thursday. Their waitress, Suzie something or other was
entirely too chipper for this early. Especially without having had any
decent coffee. Suzie soon remedied that, leaving two steaming cups of
the hot black elixir before them. Trevor watched the woman walk away
with a smile on his lips.

"You know I used to come in here just to see Suzie in her short
skirts." he said, looking at Liz, "Now she just doesn't do anything for
me."

"Come on Trevor we've been together not even two whole days. Don't
start thinking this is forever yet."

"Why? I've never been happier than when I'm with you." he replied,
"Even when you punish me I'm satisfied."

"Have you ever had a real relationship with anyone?" Liz asked.

"Doris Wycoff. She was in my Freshman English Lit class at the
university. We started dating and things soon progressed to sex. It was
nothing like what you've put me through the last two days." he said,
"Anyway I thought it was love. I found out that she was sleeping with a
couple of football players and when I confronted her she laughed and
called me a silly boy. She then went on to explain that my only
function was to tutor her and sex was payment." Trevor looked down for
a couple of seconds before continuing, "I haven't been with anyone else
since. That was two years ago and much to my father's dismay I dropped
out of school soon after that."

"But you're working at his bank?" she asked, "He at least gave you a
job."

"Oh yeah. It's a good job too. I've never had any problems with math,
someday I may actually get promoted to Branch Manager, but that's as
far as I'll go." he explained, "I went back to school last year and
only have three more classes at the local Community College for my
Associates Degree. I should be able to pass my CPA within the next year
or so and then I can make some real money on my own. So what are you
going to teach me first? Cooking or massage."

"Oooh I could use a nice massage." Suzie said, bringing their
breakfasts and more coffee.

"I'll let you know when he's ready to practice on someone else." Liz
said, "He should be ready in, oh, say about ten years."

"Sorry, he just looks so strong and yet tender I couldn't help
myself." Suzie replied, "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"Some Blackberry jam would be nice." Trevor said.

"Sure thing. I'll be right back." Suzie replied, Liz missed the wink
she gave Trevor.

They spent the rest of breakfast talking about favorite foods and how
to get the best of the crop.

"I may not be wealthy but I like good food and you have to buy quality
food to get good food." Liz explained to Trevor once they arrived at
the grocery store.

Liz loaded the cart up with staples, sugar, salt, flour and a variety
of spices. When he picked up a can of store brand coffee she reminded
him of the vile liquid from the morning.

"But I always buy this brand. It's what my mom buys."

"Well Sweetheart your mom buys crap." Liz said, kissing him quickly,
"Let me do the shopping, you just take notes. Ok?"

"Yeah sure." Trevor said, obviously not happy about the 'mom buys
crap' comment.

"What about meat and vegetables?" he asked as Liz headed for the
checkout.

"There's a good meat market down the block, they know me. The Farmer's
Market is open and will have much better vegi's than these." Liz
explained.

"Ok, so what about coffee?"

"Jeff at the Farmer's Market does fresh roasted coffee. As well as
Helen and her breads, you really need to get out more." Liz replied
with a smile.

Trevor was confused by the sights and smells of the Farmer's Market.
Jeff set them up with a half pound of his finest French Roast, giving
them a small sample that tasted heavenly. Fresh Bread, so crunchy on
the outside and the taste beyond anything he had ever experienced. Even
the most expensive bakery couldn't compare. Liz loaded Trevor down with
a selection of fruits and vegi's, bread, cheese, coffee and a large
bouquet of fresh flowers. She also picked up some scented oil, a
surprise for her lover. Trevor loaded the goods into the Hummer and
followed Liz's directions to the meat market. There she introduced him
to Pete the butcher, who helped them pick out some veal for tonight's
dinner and a few slices of Parma Ham for their lunch. Liz just smiled
when Trevor asked if that would be enough ham for lunch, he had
declined tasting it. Liz had Trevor stop at her apartment so she could
pack a couple of changes of clothes then they headed back to his place.

Trevor was sure he had died and gone to heaven. Lunch consisted of
bread, some cheese, a selection of melons and delicate slices of Parma.
All this washed down with a bottle of Australian Zinfandel that Liz
found in the fridge. After lunch Liz instructed him to clean the
kitchen and then come into the livingroom. Trevor quickly washed the
dishes and cleaned the counter off.

End Part Four