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There is a special place that I would like you to know about.  It's my own
mail folder at Gary and Heather's BBS, in Atlanta, Georgia, (404-244-7059).
I call my special place "HEATHER'S IN & OUT BOX."  Please feel free to give
me a call there anytime.  You can leave me messages, let me know what you
think about my stories, or just engage in some chit-chat.  Come and join in
on some good ole' adult fun with me and my friends.  Bring along some of
your own friends if you like...we'd love to have you all!  I'm sure we can
have a delightfully wonderful time together.

                   Hope to hear from you soon!
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                I squinted my eyes at the evening sun poised outside the
             window.  I  rolled over  and  buried  my face  in  the sofa
             cushions, wishing I didn't have to  wake up but knowing I'd
             be awake til three in the  morning if I napped any more.  I
             felt  sticky in my  tee-shirt and sweatpants  and my tongue
             tasted like the filling inside  the dusty upholstery. After
             breathing the musty odor of the sofa for a while, I shifted
             onto my back and extended my cramped joints, easing my legs
             straight and flexing  my biceps. The ceiling  glowed orange
             with sunlight,  a shade which  soothed my stinging  eyes. I
             glanced over at the VCR: the blue-lighted timer read 4:43.
                "Fucking  daylight  savings," I  muttered.  Nightfall by
             five o'clock just isn't right, for me anyway. I coughed and
             reached for my cigarettes on the coffee table. I sucked the
             smoke down my raw throat and coughed again. Near five packs
             in  the last  30 hours, having  been up  for 26 of  them. I
             fought  my  drowsiness  by  doing mental  calculation:  100
             smokes in  26 hours, make  it 25  for ease, that's  four an
             hour, one every fifteen minutes. Shit's getting ridiculous,
             I  thought, sitting up on the  edge of the sofa, that's ten
             bucks. Maybe I'll quit.  "Yeah, right," I told myself  as I
             shuffled into the kitchen.
                I  poured water through  the coffee maker  and stared at
             the brown  stream filling  the decanter.  Always takes  too
             long, always,  always, always. I  went to the  bathroom and
             peed, then  stared  at my  reflection  in the  mirror.  Red
             crumples all  over my  face  from the  sofa cushions,  hair
             flying  in  all  directions,  beard  mussed.  I  tossed  my
             cigarette in the toilet with a sizzle, splashed water on my
             cheeks and forehead, and ran my  wet fingers over my scalp.
             I  pulled  a comb  through  my  hair and  beard  and smiled
             crookedly at myself. Four hours of sleep does not a chipper
             person make. Nothing a good black  cup of man's best friend
             wouldn't fix, though.
                I poured half  the pot of  coffee into the ceramic  beer
             tankard  I'd  gotten for  Christmas  and went  back  to the
             couch. I  sipped the hot  drink and lit  another cigarette,
             then  picked up the sheaf  of papers that  I was editing. I
             tried to focus  on the words,  concentrate on the  grammar,
             but it was  useless. I  tossed the manuscript  back on  the
             table,  picked up the TV remote, and began flicking through
             the channels.
                Rerun heaven.  "Mr. Belvedere," "Who's  the Boss?,"--ah,
             "Jeopardy."  I  played  along  for  a while,  mumbling  the
             answers  into  my  tankard  while  I  infused  myself  with
             caffeine. The contestants were dismal, missing easy answers

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             and using  no strategy  at all.  When  Double Jeopardy  had
             ended, the high score  was only $3600, but that  was enough
             to guarantee victory. I fumbled for the remote to check the
             end of "Who's the Boss?"
                My  thumb  hit  the Play  button  as  I  groped for  the
             control, and the VCR sprang to life. Lynn chose that moment
             to walk in the door. I turned to greet her.
                "Hi, hon. How're you?"
                "Fine. Did  you get--"  Her  face crinkled  as her  gaze
             moved  from my  face to  the TV screen.  "Interesting," she
             continued. "Where did that come from?"
                I  froze  as  the  movie's  soundtrack crescendoed.  The
             tinny,  tuneless  music and  the  gasping breaths  from the
             actors confirmed  my thoughts without  turning around:  I'd
             forgotten to put the porn tape away.
                After Lynn had called earlier,  I'd been aroused and had
             some    self-gratification    before   going    to   sleep.
             Unfortunately, I'd  forgotten to put the tape  back into my
             hidden library. I  tried three or  four excuses in my  mind
             before going to the old standby.
                "What?"  I  turned  around and  tried  to  look shocked.
             "Geez, I don't know!" I  looked back at Lynn and  found she
             was smiling. "I, uh, I just woke up. I don't remember--"
                "Oh, never mind,"  she said. "Whatever turns you on. You
             want some dinner or are you just going to watch TV?"
                I clicked the VCR off and walked over to her, taking one
             of  the  grocery sacks  from  her arms.  "Dinner,"  I said,
             pecking her on the forehead.
                Lynn chatted about  her day while she mixed up  a pot of
             spaghetti sauce. I drank my coffee and just listened to her
             voice. Her accent never  fails to delight me: Lynn  is from
             New Zealand, and  the lilt in her speech  keeps me glued to
             her every word. Even  when she's not speaking she  holds my
             undivided attention as one of the most beautiful women I've
             ever met.
                While she talked about her history lecture, I considered
             the extraordinary luck which  brought her to me from  half-
             way around the world.  Yes, living in a university  town is
             advantageous. So is  having a friend  who tends bar: I  met
             Lynn when my  pal John introduced us on a  slow night. With
             only six of us drinking, John had nothing better to do than
             lean on the  bar and make  conversation. He got to  talking
             with Lynn when she ordered, and soon she was sitting on the
             stool next to me; three hours later, she and I were talking
             over coffee  in an all-night diner. Now,  after six months,


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             we were eating dinner together most nights, and considering
             ending one of our leases.
                The  aromas  of  basil and  oregano  wafted  through the
             kitchen as Lynn stirred the kettle  of sauce. She folded in
             a  pan of sauteed mushrooms, put the lid on the kettle, and
             reduced the heat.
                "Well," she said, "Thirty minutes  to simmer." Her hands
             went to her blouse  and she began releasing the  buttons as
             she walked out of the room. "I'm going to  shower before we
             eat. Don't let that burn, Will."
                The urge to follow her  was strong. I filled a  pot with
             water  for  the pasta  while I  debated.  When I  heard the
             shower begin to  strum on the tub, I went to the bedroom to
             at least get  some clean clothes.  I opened the closet  and
             noticed my box  of tapes lying  on the floor with  an empty
             sleeve  on  top.  I  hurried back  into  the  living  room,
             retrieved the movie  from the VCR, and  put it back  in the
             box, hiding it away in the corner where it belonged.
                I returned to the kitchen and  stirred the sauce. It was
             thickening nicely so  I put the  gas on beneath the  water.
             Lynn came in wearing  a long white  robe just as the  water
             was beginning to boil. I asked her to finish the pasta so I
             could  clean up, and went to take  a "standing bath" with a
             washcloth. I rinsed off the stickiness of sleep and came to
             the dinner table in a fresh pair of  sweats. We don't stand
             on convention when it's just the two of us.
                It turned out  I was  hungrier than I  thought, and  two
             helpings later I leaned  back, sated, with a cigarette  and
             another  tankard   of  coffee.  Drowsiness   threatened  to
             overtake me again,  so I eagerly  accepted Lynn's offer  to
             cuddle  and  watch TV.  Her warm  skin  on mine  still sent
             thrills through me.
                We found  "Caddyshack"  just starting,  and Lynn  leaned
             back on my chest as we settled into the sofa. Old as it is,
             the movie's still good for a few grins, and at least it was
             keeping my eyes open. We smoked  and laughed and echoed the
             good lines  until the  massage scene.  Lynn  perked up  and
             nestled her brown  locks deeper into my  shoulder. Her blue
             eyes gleamed at the oily body on the screen. I breathed her
             delicate floral perfume and tightened my hand on hers.
                "Maybe--" she said, then closed her mouth.
                "What?"
                "You want to  watch something else?" she  asked, sitting
             up.
                "If you  want," I said, clicking the  remote through the
             channels. Her hand covered mine.

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                "Show me something  hidden in  your closet." She  smiled
             and pulled the barrette from her  hair, shaking it loose to
             dangle on her  shoulders. Another lusty  gaze and I was  in
             the bedroom, thumbing through the titles. I chose one which
             I thought Lynn might like and returned to the living room.
                Lynn had removed  her robe and sat  curled up in  a pink
             teddy. I  stuffed the  tape into  the machine  and stripped
             down to my boxers before sitting down next to her.
                I'd chosen a collage of several short pieces which had a
             good  range of  kinkiness. Before  it had gotten  very far,
             Lynn had pulled my legs apart  and scooted in between them,
             leaning  against me with my cock pinned  to her leg and her
             left breast  pushing on my chest.  I put my arm  around her
             and  stroked  the  satin  on  her  torso  while  the  movie
             progressed.
                The  first scene  was about  two teenagers  who went  to
             Auntie's house. There they screwed this older woman who had
             a  few  pounds  to  lose  but  enormous  tits.  I stiffened
             uncomfortably against Lynn's  thigh, and she shifted  a bit
             to let me readjust  myself. When she moved back  against me
             we ignored the fact that my fly had widened and my head was
             peeking  out. After  a  few minutes  of tit-fucking  on the
             screen, the vignette ended and segued into another.
                I  knew  we were  coming  into  a lesbian  scene,  and I
             watched Lynn as  much as I  watched the video, waiting  for
             her reaction. She touched her nipples lightly  a few times,
             but on the whole  seemed impartial to the Sapphic  love. No
             matter, I decided,  the next  part would get  her going.  I
             sipped my coffee while the actresses' climaxes subsided.
                During the  transition between  loops,  Lynn turned  and
             kissed me.  Her warmth covered  me as she lay  on my chest,
             and I reciprocated  her mouth's movements. She  dragged her
             calf over my shins and tickled  my nipples with quick, soft
             pinches. Then she rolled back over to watch the film. I put
             one hand under her right breast, and she clenched the other
             on her stomach.
                She had  a deep fascination  with my hands,  something I
             found curious. My hands are  nothing special, to me anyway,
             but Lynn delighted in examining  each finger, measuring it,
             kissing it, bending it, then on  to the next. Sometimes she
             would give me a  manicure as foreplay, and by the  time she
             was  finished  I'd be  quivering.  Now, though,  she simply
             entwined her fingers in mine and held me tight against her.
                The TV  showed a bedroom with  two men and  a woman, and
             the husband had  just given  his wife the  services of  the
             other man for her birthday. She  sucked them both, had them

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             both suck her nipples and eat her pussy, and then drove one
             prick up her ass and took  the other into her cunt, rocking
             the two cocks  into herself. I  was throbbing painfully  by
             then, and began  squeezing Lynn's  titflesh. Her free  hand
             drifted down to my crotch and she reached into my boxers to
             pull me out.  Holding my erection at its base, she took our
             clasped hands and gripped  me between our palms. I  slid my
             hand under the  teddy and rolled  her nipple under my  open
             hand. Lynn sighed and we began stroking my hardon together.
                I knew that most of the  rest of the movie was dull  and
             stereotypical, so I  fast-forwarded to the last  story, one
             with  a  redhead  masturbating on  a  bed.  Lynn perked  up
             considerably at this, and soon had a hand on her own pussy.
             I  removed  my hand  from  our two-fisted  masturbation and
             trailed it down to her crotch,  helping her as she'd helped
             me. Lynn rolled over and we  kissed hard, tongues moving in
             tandem. I slid  the straps of  her teddy off her  shoulders
             and nuzzled down her neck to  the cleft between her pillowy
             tits. My hands rode  up her sides to meet my  beard against
             her chest,  and I  massaged her  nipples to  hardness while
             planting kisses over the softness.
                Lynn, meanwhile, had  begun kneading  the muscles in  my
             legs, working them  like putty. Her mouth moved  at random,
             touching my  ears, my  shoulders, my  hair. She rocked  her
             pelvis occasionally,  gliding the  pink satin  over my  dry
             cock  with  a  ticklish burning  sensation.  I  groaned and
             swirled my tongue  over her eraser-tips before  cupping her
             ass and carrying her to the bedroom.
                I laid her on the futon  and stood above her, letting my
             boxers fall to the floor. She shimmied back to the wall and
             leaned her  shoulders on it,  letting her legs  splay open.
             She pulled  the fabric  from her breasts  and drew  circles
             around  her crinkling nipples. My  cock throbbed as I gazed
             at  the  darkness in  the crotch  of  the teddy.  Her pubes
             peeked from the edges of the  satin, and when she pulled it
             tighter over her mound, more hair was exposed. I fell to my
             knees at the end of the bed and bent down to lavish my love
             on her.
                I crawled up between her knees  and kissed the inside of
             each bend,  slithering my tongue  between the joint  like I
             would her delicate vulva later. She massaged the firm flesh
             of her tits as  I rained kisses over her legs.  I danced my
             fingertips  in  random patterns  which  I followed  with my
             mouth,  occasionally gliding my bearded cheeks along Lynn's
             smooth shaved skin. She shuddered in delight at the variety
             of sensations.

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                I smelled Lynn's arousal and moved  up to trace the damp
             patch in her teddy. As my  finger outlined her moistness it
             increased, until I had spiraled her  juices over the entire
             crotch. I palmed her pussy and put increasing pressure onto
             it until she  moaned. I held my  palm to her mouth  and she
             lapped it clean.  I eased up to  suckle her mounds  and her
             hands fell away, giving me free reign over her chest.
                When my tongue touched her nipple, her back spasmed into
             an arch as a small orgasm zipped through her.  I sucked and
             nibbled on her nubbins until they  were bright red in their
             erection. Her hands  found my cock  and I twitched also  at
             the electric shock  of her touch.  She spread the drops  of
             pre-cum over my spongy head and  made a ring with her thumb
             and  forefinger, slowly drawing the circlet of flesh up and
             down my shaft. I was desperately near exploding.
                Lynn pushed me  away and  turned around, displaying  her
             ass. I loved the sight of her creamy cheeks centered around
             the thin  strip of pink  fabric. I  ran my tongue  down the
             fabric to her mound. I pulled the three tiny snaps open and
             pulled the rear  flap away with  one hand while laying  two
             fingers of the other along her opening. I slid up and  down
             her nether lips, dipping in and  out to spread her moisture
             over her entire pussy. She rolled her hips in an attempt to
             get me  onto her  clit or  inside her,  but I  kept on  the
             surface, prolonging the onset of her ecstasy. I put my lips
             over  my  fingers  and  pulled my  hand  away,  kissing her
             aromatic skin  and licking  her musky  juices. Lynn  pushed
             back against my  face, and I planted  a gentle bite  on her
             buttocks. She jumped away  and fell flat on the  futon. She
             rolled over and smiled.
                "Not fair," she said. "Give me something to bite."
                I  walked on my  knees up to  her tits, my  cock hanging
             just  above her round flesh.  Lynn's hands curled around my
             buttocks  and she  pulled  me closer,  until  my prick  was
             dripping its pre-cum onto her tongue. She  engulfed me into
             her wet, red orifice  and began sucking like she  never had
             before. The sight reminded me of the tape we'd watched, and
             although  I  hadn't noticed  any  new techniques,  Lynn was
             performing quite  differently. She  must have studied  more
             carefully than I. It didn't take long before I was groaning
             and holding back  as well as  I could.  Lynn knew what  was
             coming and pushed me back, licking her lips.
                "On  your back,"  she said,  scrambling to  her feet.  I
             obediently rolled over and watched as she  pushed the teddy
             from her  waist to  the floor.  She remounted  the bed  and
             stood over  my groin, her  pussy gleaming with  her juices.

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             With  a  slow,  langorous motion  she  knelt  down  onto my
             pelvis, and  in a  flash she had  me in  her. We  gasped in
             unison. Lynn leaned forward until her nipples were brushing
             my chest hair, and then began  fucking in earnest. Her tits
             bobbed  as she surged forward and back, impaling herself on
             me as  I gazed  at her grimace.  Even under stress  she was
             beautiful.
                It wasn't long before she was panting. With her on top I
             was helpless, and I depended on  her to prolong my cumming.
             She would  choose when  I got  release,  and she  obviously
             intended to  get off before me. I got selfish. My groin was
             spasming in need  of ejaculation,  and I  grabbed her  ass,
             pulling her  cheeks apart as  I squeezed. Her  gasps became
             grunts  and whimpers as she bounced on my cock, culminating
             in a scream  as I  pushed a  finger on her  ass. Her  pussy
             clamped onto my cock. I forced a rough rumble from my chest
             as she ground to a halt on me,  and I shot into her like an
             unkinked hose. My  hands slid up her back and  I hugged her
             tightly  to me  as the  orgasm subsided. Lynn's  lips found
             mine and we  laid together for many  minutes, murmuring our
             love story.
                Soon hunger was upon us, and I bounced into the kitchen,
             returning  with cookies and  milk. We laughed  as we dunked
             the  cookies  and dropped  crumbs  on the  sheets, children
             disobeying Mother's every rule about food. Lynn daubed milk
             on her  nipples and I nursed it  away. Then she crawled off
             the bed and over  to the closet, leaving a  sticky trail of
             dripping juices on the sheets.  She began rummaging through
             my  box  of  video tapes,  setting  those  with interesting
             titles to the side.
                "Are you startled?" I asked.
                "No, not  startled. Intrigued.  Turned-on. What else  do
             you have hiding in  here?" She clambered over my  shoes and
             found  another box  hiding  in the  deepest  corner of  the
             closet. With a  grunt she lifted it out into  the room. She
             smiled and made dramatic gestures  in opening the cardboard
             flaps. Looking down  with a  gasp, she found  the stack  of
             backup floppies full of my GIF collection and the twenty or
             so well-thumbed pornographic novels. She held up a disk.
                "What're these?"
                I saw  no reason to lie and many  reasons to show her. I
             walked  over  to  the  computer  and  booted up.  I  lit  a
             cigarette and motioned her over.
                "Sit on my lap and I'll show you. C'mere."
                With Lynn comfortably perched on my thigh, I logged onto
             my password-protected  E drive.  I typed  in the  slideshow

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             command for  the series of conventional  intercourse shots.
             The screen filled  with a succession of  couples in various
             states of embrace and attachment. I  felt my cock twitch as
             the pictures cascaded by. I  checked Lynn's expression from
             the corner  of my eye  and was pleased  to see her  bemused
             smile. I took the last drag of the cigarette and crushed it
             out in the ashtray.
                When the slide show had cycled  around, Lynn put her arm
             around my shoulders. Her breasts hung  in front of my face,
             and I  couldn't help flickering my tongue across the smooth
             skin.  Lynn's fingers  ruffled my  hair and  she patted  my
             semi-stiff penis.
                "Surely there's more?" she said.
                I  grinned  and broke  out  of  the  program. I  started
             another, this one full of dildo shots, and I was completely
             rigid  before  cueing  another  series,  this one  of  mild
             bondage. Seepage from Lynn's pussy  was streaking my thigh,
             and she shifted on my leg  with a slippery crackling sound.
             I smelled her renewed excitement.
                "Want to see where these come from?" I asked.
                "Why?"
                "There's something I want to show you."
                She swung her legs into a  straddling position on my leg
             and rode my  leg like a  rocking horse. I  took this as  an
             assent and soon  was logged onto  my favorite adult BBS.  I
             did a new-scan and together we chose three or four pictures
             to download. We caressed each other  as we watched the slow
             strip-tease of the  transfer, lines filling the  screen one
             by  one  as  the GIF  came  through  the  modem. When  we'd
             completed the download, I went to the message section. Lynn
             was  surprised  at  the  hot  mail  there  and  slapped  me
             playfully  when  we  read a  particularly  explicit message
             addressed to my alias.
                "So you're  having an  affair on  me, huh?"  She smiled.
             "Let's write back together."
                "I was hoping  you'd say  that," I replied.  "Everyone's
             eager to meet you. I've written a lot about you--about us."
                "Hmmm, well, I'm not  sure I like that. Yet.  Let's see,
             what should we say?"
                "Why don't we tell them what we just did?"
                "Oh, God, are you  kidding?" Lynn saw my evil  smile and
             her doubt dissolved. "Yes, you're  right. That's what we'll
             do!"
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                Well, all, the secret's out. I'm typing this with
                Little Lynn on my leg, and we're both feeling a
                little bit naughty tonight. Logging on in the nude
                isn't so unusual, but having Lynn's hands on my cock
                is. Now she's moving over--

             Lynn straddled my thighs, placing my cock at the entrace to
             her slit as she nestled back onto my lap.

                                   --and pulling me into her, God
                it's smooth and wet and hot and tight, Jesus. She's
                on my lap and squeezing me with her inner muscles as
                she rocks, breathing quickly while I take her from
                behind. Is this exhibitionism?

             Then Lynn took my  hands and cupped them to  her tits while
             she typed.

                This is Little Lynn typing now, and Will's filling me
                with his cock, squeezing my nipples till they scream
                in pain and excitement. I can feel myself soaking his
                crotch with my juices. God, I'm so hot while I write
                this, it's like nothing I've ever done before. I
                think it is exhibitionism, honey, talking and fucking
                for the whole world. Oooooohhh, this feels so GOOD!
                If you could only feel this!

             I forced my hands back onto the keys.

                Lynn's going crazy. She's bucking up and down on my
                shaft. Her hands are alternating between her nipples
                and her clit and I can tell she's about to cummmmmm.
                She just collapsed onto me. Guess we'll have to do
                this more often <grin>. Look for it....

                Bye for now

                Will B. Ready and Little Lynn

             Lynn had fallen back against me with a shower of cum on my
             legs and a series of wet kisses on my cheek. I was still
             hard inside her. She played with the exposed base of my
             shaft protruding from her slit. I was just about to log off
             when the screen cleared.



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                Hey Will and Lynn! This is Sin! I can't believe what
                you two just did!

             "Sin"dy, the sysop, waited for a response. I typed back,

                Neither can we! Lynn just had a great orgasm and now
                she's tickling my balls, trying to get me to cum too.
                What're you up to?

                I've got a dildo crammed into my snatch. God, I just
                about collapsed too when I saw that message coming
                in. I'm so glad Lynnie decided to cum by!

             Lynn tapped quickly:

                Me too! This adds a whole new dimension to things! Is
                the dildo vibrating? Is it giving you the same buzz
                Will's giving me?

                God, yes, it's humming like a siren, tickling my
                walls and buzzing my lips. I'm pulling it in and out
                slowly, letting it glide up over my clit now and then
                and over my rosebud OH! and deep, deeper into my
                sopping cunt!

                Will's still inside me and I can feel him swelling
                while we talk! I've never felt him so big before! His
                lips are on my ears and he's kneading my tits like
                crazy, trying to buck under me. I'm doing my best to
                concentrate on squeezing him with my pussy, but
                you're really getting me HOT.

                God, I'm hot too, darling, and I'm so close, I'm on
                the verge of cumming, I'm working on my clit now,
                mashing it with the tip of this fleshy dildo, god the
                vibrations ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oooooooooooooo
                ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh   I just
                came, darlings.

                Will did too! Just as your h's started streaming over
                the screen! I can feel his hot stickiness deep inside
                me, it's trickling down, God we're soaked!

                I am too. I'm going to have to get cleaned up here,
                so I'll let you go now. I can't wait to do it again,
                though!

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                Us either. Oh, Sin, it's been so fun. So many new
                things to try, all those pictures are giving me dirty
                ideas. Will's going to have his work cut out for him.
                Talk to you again soon....bye!


                We logged off and sat back in the chair, embracing. Lynn
             started shivering so we went to the bathroom and  showered,
             excitedly  talking  about  our  new horizons.  Between  the
             tapes, the  GIFs, and  the BBS,  there weren't  any secrets
             anymore. New dimensions  had materialized  for both of  us.
             Lynn said  she had  a secret  box, too,  and she  hoped I'd
             enjoy it as  much as she had  mine. I fell asleep  with her
             that night in lust  and in love, feeling the  deepest sense
             of satisfaction I'd ever known.































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d down on Robbie's shaft, grasping it in a fluttery,
jerking grip.  "Oh, God!  Robbie!  Robbie!" Libby wailed, her
whole body jerking against Robbie's.

Robbie's peak arrived at almost the same instant as Libby's.
He managed to pull his cock from Libby's clasping grasp and
plunge one final time into Libby's flesh.  He could feel his
scrotum draw up as his love offering shot up through his cock
and erupted into Libby's waiting receptacle.  His hot thick
sperm filled her cavity and flowed around his cock, adding
even greater pleasure to the ecstasy.  The hot lubrication
allowed him to continue to plunge in and out, each stroke
yielding another spurt of the evidence of his passion.

Robbie's vision turned shimmery as ecstasy took control of
his body.  His body was wracked by spasms, and his stomach
muscles drew up tight.  Gradually the spasms slowed to where
his cock just jerked and throbbed in the gradual decrease of
orgasmic movement.  Then, he was limp, his body drained of
all except the exquisite slide down from the plateau of
pleasure.  He relaxed and fell against Libby, crushing her to
the bed.  His mouth found hers and they kissed, slowly, and
languidly, their kiss matching the orgasmic after-glow that
saturated their bodies.  "Oh, God, Libby," Robbie managed to
whisper, moving his lips against hers.

Libby's body which had thrashed about so much only moments
before now lay still under Robbie, only an occasional flutter
of her vagina breaking their immobility.  After a few more
moments, even that motion ceased and they merely lay clasped
in each others arms, breathing deeply, recovering their
breaths.  Robbie rolled off Libby and lay on his side next to
her.  She turned toward him and put her hand out and caressed
his cheek.  Neither said anything, reluctant to break the
spell under which they had seemed to be.  Then, Libby
whispered, "My God, Robbie, what happened to us?"

"I don't know.  All I know is that nothing like that has ever
happened to me before.  Nothing has ever been that good."

"Me, too," Libby answered.  "I thought I had had orgasms
before, but they were nothing compared to what we just had.
I know it's been three years since it's happened to me, but
sex was never that good before."

"That's your first orgasm since Zack died?  You mean you've
never relieved yourself during all this time?"

Libby shook her head from side to side and said, "I thought I
had buried sex with Zack."  Smiling shyly, she continued,  "I
guess we just proved how wrong I was.  Thank you, Robbie."
She curled her hand behind Robbie's head and pulled it toward
her own.  Their lips met and the kiss was soft and tender,
reflecting both their feelings.

Libby's hand roamed across Robbie's chest, caressing it in
the same way her lips were caressing his.  She moved her
touch down to the hard ridges of his midriff, rubbing in
little circles of tenderness.  Gradually, her strokes worked
lower, down into the soft damp curls of Robbie's pubic hair.
She ran her fingers through the tresses, teasing and swirling
them around her finger.  Two fingertips explored lower and
encountered the base of his shaft, still somewhat firm and
engorged from their encounter.  She curled her fingers around
his flesh and twisted them gently around and around the
circumference of his manhood, the movements just barely
perceptible.  Slowly and tantalizingly, the hand moved upward
until she took the whole of Robbie's still half-hard cock
into her palm.  It began to react to the touch and swelled,
filling her hand even more than it was.  Soon, his cock was
fully erect and standing out from his body, proud evidence of
his response to Libby's tender caresses.  As she squeezed and
fondled it, she took her lips away from his and said, "I just
can't get over how big you are.  I guess I'm going to have to
stop calling you my 'little brother.'"

Robbie smiled and drew Libby's mouth back to his.  This time
their kiss was not so tender--it was more demanding, more an
indication of arousal being rekindled.  Libby's tongue snaked
into Robbie's mouth and caressed his lips.  Below, her
fondling of his manhood became less of idle fondling and more
of stroking.  She took her mouth away from his and whispered
into Robbie's ear, "Would you think I'm a slut if I said I
was ready to do it again?"

"No, I would just think you're as horny as I am."

"You're REALLY horny again?"

"You've got proof of it right there in your hand."

"Then CAN we do it again?  Right now?"

Robbie smiled and said, "I think I'm ready, don't you?"

Instead of answering, Libby sat up in bed and pulled her
nightgown over her head, tossing it on the floor.  Then she
got up on her hands and knees and scooted down to Robbie's
feet.  There she reached up and pulled his shorts which were
still around his knees completely off and cast them on top of
her gown.  Wrapping her hand around his cock once again, she
said, "I'll make sure you're good and ready."

Slowly Libby dropped her head down to where her mouth was
poised just over the round knob of Robbie's cock.  She stuck
out her tongue and barely touched it on the slit, dipping her
tongue into the beginning of a new flow of pre-come that had
just appeared.  She drew her tongue back into her mouth,
appraising the fruit of her explorations.  Satisfied, she
extended her tongue all the way out and licked across the
whole head, lapping all the flow that was now oozing out of
Robbie's cock.  She licked the head completely clean and then
moved down to Robbie's shaft, moving the broad side of her
tongue up and down the sides of his now rock-hard and rigid
cock.  Then, opening her mouth wide, she engulfed Robbie's
cock in her mouth, first just sucking on the knob but then
moving down so that half his shaft was inside her oral
cavity.

Robbie lay back and enjoyed Libby's ministrations.  It had
been a long time since he had experienced oral sex, and he
savored the work Libby's mouth and tongue were doing on his
cock.  He especially enjoyed oral sex, but didn't get too
many blow jobs.  Ann enjoyed his eating her, but didn't get
too big a thrill out of going down on him.  He knew that she
did it only to please him, not because she enjoyed it, so he
usually avoided situations where she might feel obligated to
eat him.  Libby, though, had admitted that she enjoyed eating
Zack and the way she was going about eating Robbie showed she
had been truthful.  She bobbed her head up and down, using
her mouth expertly.  As she moved her head, she used her hand
to stroke up and down on the part of his cock that was still
exposed.  Even though he had just had the most intense orgasm
of his life, he could feel the pleasure waves building up,
climbing higher, carrying him to a new peak.  His hips moved
up and down involuntarily, matching Libby's oral actions and
the way she was stroking up and down on his cock.  Sensing
the level Robbie was reaching, Libby lifted her head, slowly
letting his cock come out of her mouth.  It throbbed and
jerked in Libby's hand, and new pre-come oozed out and pooled
up on the head.

Sitting up again, Libby smiled and said, "There, I think
you're about ready now."

"Ready?  Good Lord, thirty seconds more of that and I
would've been coming in your mouth."

"Hmmmnn, not a bad idea, but I have other plans for this
monster," Libby said, straddling Robbie so that her wide-open
gash was just over the wet, glistening head of his cock.
Reaching downward, Libby used one hand to spread the lips of
her pussy even wider and the other to guide Robbie's cock
into her opening.  "I need Mr. Cock right here," she said, as
she slowly lowered those wet lips down to meet his cock.

Robbie felt his cock being slowly absorbed into Libby's body,
moving in inch by inch as she lowered her hips and her pussy
swallowed it up.  <Oh, God, but she has a tight pussy> Robbie
thought as she impaled herself on his cock.  <Ann's pussy was
good, but it never fit this tight.  Libby's pussy fits my
cock like we were made for each other.>

Libby corkscrewed her hips around and around, lowering
herself on Robbie's rigid shaft.  <Oh, it's so good and big>
Libby said to herself.  <It's completely filling me.  I'm
stretched to the widest possible.  He's touching me in places
Zack never reached.  Oh, God, it's so GOOD!>

Before Libby even reached bottom, Robbie's hips were
thrusting upward, trying to speed his cock's journey into
Libby's deepest depths.  Her downward movement and his
thrusts soon accomplished their purpose and they were
completely joined, their pubic hair intermingled.  Robbie
could see her now-uncovered breasts, quivering slightly as
she breathed deeply in reaction to bottoming out on his cock,
and he reached up and took them in his hands.  "Oh, yes,"
Libby muttered, pushing her creamy globes into his hands. "My
breasts are so sensitive.  I love it when you play with
them."

Libby showed her appreciation by raising her hips upward,
sliding her pussy upward over Robbie's cock.  She lifted up
until just the head was inside her and then dropped her full
weight on him, driving his cock deep into her belly with one
swooping motion.  "Oh, that's fantastic," Robbie said,
thrusting his hips upward to meet her descending stroke.
Soon their motions were in perfect harmony, a symphony
orchestrated by Eros, and each stroke was met by counter-
stroke, each sigh echoed by a sigh from the other.

Libby covered Robbie's hands with her own, pressing them even
harder against her breasts.  She had her eyes closed tightly,
her attention solely on the pleasure that emanated from the
point where their flesh was coupled.  Her motions became even
faster, her hips moving up and downward as fast as she could
move them.  Her moans became louder, filling the room with
the sounds of lust.  They were making liquid, squishing
noises as their organs coupled and uncoupled, as they drove
in and out of each other's bodies.  Robbie could feel little
spasms begin in her pussy, her flesh shivering in
anticipation of the climax that was swooping in to claim them
victim.  Suddenly Libby shouted, "Oh, God, I'm COMING!  Oh,
oh OH!"

Libby flung their hands away from her breasts and leaned down
on Robbie, her mouth hungrily seeking union with his.  Their
mouths met and more liquid sounds filled the air.  Her tongue
was a wild thing, thrusting into his mouth, licking around
it.  She drew his lower lip into her mouth and sucked on
it and laved it with her tongue.  Her pussy was pulsating,
clasping and unclasping around Robbie's cock.  Her hips moved
up and downward, little short strokes now, limited by the
clenching of her vaginal muscles.  She gasped and moaned into
Robbie's mouth, completely caught up in ecstasy.

Robbie moved his hands down and took hold of Libby's hips.
He lifted her up and then down on his cock.  Just that one
stroke more was all it took.  Like white-hot lava, Robbie's
sperm shot upward, bursting out of his cock in spurt after
spurt.  Still filled from Robbie's first love deposit,
Libby's pussy soon overflowed.  With each stroke, come was
forced out of her pussy and down onto his cock, flowing
downward and bathing his balls and all his groin in a flood
of their combined love juices.  As each spurt shot out, more
flowed down and covered their bodies with its slick, warm
coating.  Soon both Robbie and Libby were awash and what had
been merely liquid sounds before became a chorus of drenching
flesh meeting other drenching flesh.  The aroma of their
liquid flows rose and filled the air.  All that could be
smelled was sex, sex, and more sex.

Soon, Libby relaxed and she lay fully on Robbie, covering him
with her limp body.  Their mouths were still joined in their
kiss, but it was just soft and tender, passion now spent, and
mere love taking over.  Robbie's now flaccid cock fell free
from Libby's pussy, falling limply between them.  Libby
stirred, and with a soft moan, rolled off Robbie and lay
beside him.  Libby whispered, almost inaudibly, "God,
Robbie."

Robbie answered back and said, "Yeah, me too."

Libby said, "I've never been this wet before."  She felt down
to Robbie's groin, feeling the accumulation of their flows
that were pooled there, and said, "You're even worse than me.
I'll get a wash cloth and clean you up."

Libby returned with a wet cloth and gently and lovingly
cleansed and dried the love juices that covered him.  She
felt down to the sheet under where they had been and said,
"I've heard of wet spots before, but this has to set a
record.  It's a lake here."  She spread the towel she had
brought with her over the wet spot and then got back into bed
with Robbie.  She crept over close to Robbie and nestled her
body spoon-like against his.  "Do you know it's two a.m.?
I've never felt so relaxed and sleepy in my life.  Goodnight,
Big Brother."  Within seconds, Libby was sound asleep.
Robbie was asleep only moments later.

* * * *

When Robbie woke the next morning it was 9:00 o'clock and
Libby was already up.  Even though he and Libby had made love
the night before, he still felt a need for modesty and picked
up his shorts from the floor and put them on.  He could smell
coffee and bacon frying, and he knew Libby was fixing
breakfast for them.  Following his nose, he entered the
kitchen.  There stood Libby, clad in a dressing robe, hair
still damp from a shower.  When she heard him she turned and
said, "Well, good morning, Sleeping Beauty.  It's a good
thing you got up.  I was just about to come in and roust you
out for breakfast.  Here, sit down.  I'm ready to put it on
the table."

Libby and Robbie sat and ate breakfast in silence.  He eyed
her warily from time to time, uncertain as to how she might
feel about the previous night.  When they had finished, she
said, "Go take your shower.  After that, you and I need to do
some talking."

Robbie didn't know what to think.  Libby hadn't revealed any
indication of what her feelings were.  All sorts of thoughts
ran through his mind.  <Was she feeling guilt?  Remorse?
Would she kick him out of the house?  Surely not.  She had
been as active a participant as he.  After all, she was the
one who came and got into his bed.>  Still at a loss, Robbie
took a quick shower and dried off.  Wrapping the towel around
his waist, Robbie stepped out into his room.  To his
surprise, Libby was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting
for him.  As he stepped through the bathroom doorway, Libby
patted the bed beside her and said, "Sit down, Robbie.  We
need to talk about last night.  You agree?"

Robbie merely nodded his head and sat down.  As he did, Libby
stood up, facing him.  She had a serious expression on her
face and Robbie knew they were about to have serious conver-
sation.  "Robbie, I've been doing a lot of thinking about
last night.  Last night I had the best sex, the best loving
I've had in my entire life.  I thought the sex Zack and I had
was good, but being with you was much, much better."

"It's the best I ever had,too," Robbie whispered.

"We're pretty good together, aren't we?" Libby said. "What do
you think of continuing the arrangement?"

"You mean sleep together every night?  Fuck ourselves silly
whenever we want to?"

Libby smiled and said, "Well, I might not put it that
crudely, but yes, that's what I mean.  We would have to keep
up outside appearances, not give ourselves away and you would
have to keep your clothes in your room in case some snoop
happened to take a look."

The front of the towel that Robbie had around his waist was
taking on an odd characteristic--it was poking out in front
like it had a tent pole underneath it.  Libby's talk about
making love with each other had aroused Robbie, and his cock
was once again hard, bulging outward under the towel.  Robbie
looked down at the tenting towel and said, "Is that a good
enough answer?"

"Remember, I've got three years to catch up on.  Think you're
game?"

Robbie gave her his best imitation of her pixie grin and
said, "Lead on, McDuff."

Libby reached down and flipped Robbie's towel up, exposing
his hard cock.  Never taking her eyes off Robbie's erection,
she undid the sash around her waist and shrugged off her
robe.  Underneath she was stark naked, not even a piece of
underwear.  She fell on her knees before Robbie and said,
"I seem to remember your saying something about filling my
mouth with your hot juicy jism."  As she lowered her mouth to
Robbie's cock, Libby smiled and said, "Let's just find out if
you meant it."


1993

