I ran up to it and thanked my benefactor as I opened the passenger door
and jumped in. “I really appreciate this.” I said. “Could you give me a
ride to the next exit with a service station?” “Sure” was all she said.
She signaled to traffic and pulled back onto the highway. After a few
seconds I had settled down after adjusting the scanner on my right side,
and took a real look at the driver. Exotic is the best word that came
to mind. She was strikingly pretty, long jet black hair, vaguely
oriental, perhaps of mixed race. She was also heavy, almost, but not
quite fat, with large breasts, a big buttocks, and strong looking calfs.
We were on the road just a minute when she asked me “What was that thing
hanging on your belt?” I thought for a second. She could only be talking
about my scanner. “It’s a scanner” I said as I wrestled it off my belt
trying hard not to bend the antenna against the door too much. I finally
got it and held it in my lap. She glanced quickly at it and I heard her
gasp.

Her eyes were glancing back and forth between the road and the scanner,
more particularly its antenna. I remember when I first got that antenna
that it struck me as being particularly phallic (an Austin Condor for
the those in the know), a little thin perhaps for a dildo, but painfully
long. “What does it do?” she asked. I explained it to her as best I
could. I also turned it on. It stopped on a highway patrol frequency and
revealed some poor slob being run through a licensing check. “That’s
the Highway Patrol” I said. “Is that what it’s for?” she asked. “Well,”
I said, “it’s for getting all kinds of radio”. In quick succession I
punched up some AM news, and FM music station, and the weather channel.
Next I hit the search button which at that moment was programmed to jump
through the 800Mhz cellular phone channels. There were conversations
going on all around us, and she was noticably interested in it all. “You
mean you can hear people talking on the phone?”

I explained the basic idea behind a scanner. She struck me as unusually
interested in it all, for a woman. I’m not sexist, but I’ve never met
more than couple of women among hundreds of scanner hobiests, and none
of them nearly as pretty as this one. All of this took but a few minutes
and we were pulling off at an exit. She continued to ask me questions
about the scanner as we approached a service station just off the
highway.

When we arrived at the service station she offered to take me to my
destination. She said she was going there anyway. I accepted her offer,
arranged for a tow, and called my mechanic. It all took about 15 minutes
then we were back in the car. She didn’t say much for a while and then
said “This is my exit. I’m going to stop at home and get some things
first.” “OK by me” I replied. We pulled off the highway and were at her
house about five minutes later.

When we entered the house she excused herself for a moment then returned
without her pantyhose. She invited me to sit down on her couch in the
living room, and sat right next to me. “Please show me that radio
again.” she said. I unhooked the scanner from my belt again and turned
it on. As it sprang to life, she placed her hand on my thigh. I caught a
wif of an odor, the smell of a woman aroused. I still didn’t understand
what was going on. What did the scanner have to do with her obvious
arousal? “That thing makes me very horny” she said. Her physical signs
of arousal made me very horny, and there is no doubt she noticed the
growing buldge in my pants. She suddenly turned and sat back on the
couch, still next to me, but not quite so intimately. “A lot of men are
turned off by aggressive women” she said. “I’ve never been turned off by
an aggressive woman”.

She turned back to me then, leaned over and kissed me. As her toung
pressed its way into my mouth her hand crossed my thigh again and rested
firmly on my spear. I raised my hips to her touch and she pressed a
little harder. Suddenly she stopped, stood up, and said “come with me.”
I stood up and turned the scanner off, intending to put it down. “Don’t
turn it off” she said. “Bring it with you.”

I complied and followed her around a corner and into a bedroom. She
closed the door behind me and stood with her back against it. I stood at
the side of her bed and faced her. “Take your clothes off.” she said. I
placed the scanner on a dresser, still on, and scanning, by default,
local police and other EMS frequencies. I took my shoes off then began
to unbutton my shirt. “Pants first” she ordered. She stood still and
watched me. When my pants fell to the floor she steped up to me, dropped
down on her knees and reached for my stiffened shaft with both hands.
With one, she directed it to her wet mouth, took it in, and began to
massage it with hand and toung. The other she brought to my balls and
began to stroke them.

She continued to suck me, covering my malehood with layeres of saliva,
as I removed my shirt. I stood there for perhaps a few minutes
experiencing her ministrations as she also began to finger my ass. I
could have exploded right then, but I forced myself in refusing to let
go so easily. After another half minute she released her mouth. “Most
men would have come by now” she cooed. “We haven’t been properly
introduced yet” I replied. She pushed me gently and I fell back onto the
bed. She stood up and lifted her dress revealing a magnificent mass of
black hair as she climbed onto the bed, over me, on her knees.

She leaned over me and grabbed my slick wet stick, stroking the tip a
few times over her sopping wet gully, shivering a little as it touched
her clitoris. Then she positioned the tip at the opening of her pleasure
chasm and with one motion impaled herself on my sword.

As she drove herself down on me, I thrust upwards to meet her. With my
arms I pulled her towards me unziped the back of her dress and opened
her bra. She sat up then, crossed her arms and pulled the dress over her
head. The opened bra went with it revealing the largest and most
magnificent set of brests I had ever had the pleasure of. I drew
her down again and turned my head back and forth teasing each swelled
nipple in turn as she continued to fall on my
accomdating spire.

She moved one of her hands to her slit and began to massage her clit. In
a minute or two she came with deep convulsions and groans as she
collapsed, her sweaty head next to mine where I could smell the passion
that continued to burn in her. Her cunt grew no less hot either as after
a minute she noticed I was still hard as a rock and said “you still
haven’t come”. “We still haven’t been properly introduced” I said. She
rolled off me and onto her back.

I looked at her for a moment, perfectly relaxed. Sweat covered her body,
glistening on her brests, nipples rising and falling sensuously with
each deep breath. Her legs were spread and relaxed, waiting for anything
I might desire to do with her mystical forest and its magical well. I
knelt in front of her and teased her perfumed mystery until I revealed
her triumphant clitoris in its sea of love juice. I bowed to that clit,
stroking it with a toung determined to do what ever it takes to make her
reel in pleasure again. She groaned and arched, pushing her grand canyon
into my face.

I stroked her again and again. She ordered it harder, then slower, then
faster as she convulsed, twisted, and screamed through her second
orgasm. Only when she collapsed for the last time, did I stop licking,
pick my head up, and look her in the eyes. She smiled a little at me and
raised up her legs, spreading them a little more, knowing what I wanted
to do, and offering it to me. I took my pipe in my own hand placed it’s
tip at the mouth of her dripping volcano and ramed it home. She gasped
as it found its mark, and I felt her love tunnel squeeze me, encouraging
me to let it flow. I fucked her now with out regard to control, to how
long I could hold it in, or what felt best to her. I fucked only to
experience my own explosion in her willing bore. When it came I groaned,
my arms collapsed as I shook and felt her rythmic contractions sucking
every last drop of syrupy juice out of my hose.

I rolled off of her and lay next to her. Both of us breathing heavily
now. She got up after a minute and walked up to the scanner standing on
her dresser. “Can you get those telephone conversations back?” She
asked. I stood up and took her place as I switched over to the search
mode in the proper bank. As I did this she reached around behind me and
began again stroking my cock and balls. When the scanner hit the first
cellular conversation she took my hand and pulled me back over to the
bed. “I won’t let you go until you come at least once more” she teased.
and pulled me onto the bed.

This went on for an hour. She came four more times, twice while I
massaged her clit with a vibrator and used the scanner antenna as a
dildo! She screamed when it reached about ten inches into her steaming
pit, but she came, and came again. My second explosion filled her from
behind as I rode a top her luscious ass and she clung to the bed,
knees on the floor, filling her as I shook as waves of orgasm swept my
pulsing organ.

Two more hours went by. She revealed various kinds of sex equipment
stored around her room. Vibrating dildos, rope handcuffs, and other
toys. At one point I had to go to the bathroom. She insisted on
following me, that I step into the shower and let my warm river go on
her. She kneeled in front of my then flacid snake, held it between her
slipery breasts and ordered me to let go. I did, needing it so bad it
felt almost like an orgasm as she rubbed my balls through all of it.
Then she made me lie down between her towering legs and opened her dam
on me. Weak as I was that drove me wild. We showered, and I took her
standing up from behind while the hot water poured over both of us, but
my legs gave way before I could come. She pushed me down again in
the tub, and straddled my head with her knees as she rammed her needy
puss into my face. I licked where I know it feels good, and in minutes
she rocked with yet another orgasm as water still rained down upon us.

I was working on my third orgasm, she had nine or ten. I stood
between her tensed spread legs as she sat on a special chair with grips
above her head for the hands and stirrups for her feet, allowing her to
position herself on a seat that thrust her still demanding pussy straight
out onto my heaving jamb. As I forced my risen flag into her, trying to
release myself yet again she relaxed, stopped rising to meet my
pick, seemingly tired at last. After all she demanded of me, I took her
selfishly, like the first time, caring only for my eruption. I pulled
her ass towards me, pinning her with my massive cylinder. Her slippery
tube was a hot resevior for my last displosion, small but satisfying as
I felt the additional heat of my juices fill her, and dribble down her
ass.

I let her go and collapsed onto the bed. She got herself off the chair
and limped over to the scanner which hadn’t made a peep in some time.
“What happened to the radio?” she asked. I struggled up, my knees a
little stiff, and looked at it. “Batteries are dead” I said. “Then you’d
better go home” was her reply. As I got dressed she put on a robe and
watched me. When finished, she let me out the bedroom door and out to
the front of the house. “You were going to give me a ride home” I
pointed out. “I’m too tired” she said. “Just turn left down the street,
there’s a bus stop there”. As I turned to go she said “You can come back
you know”, and she reached out, touching the scanner antenna! “I will”
was all I could get out, and I left.

As I walked down the street to the bus, it was dark now, and cold. My
groin was strangely numb. I caught an unexpected wife of her passion. I
suddenly remembered the black scanner antenna melding with the wall of
her dark forest as she twisted her hips struggling to increase her
ecstacy. I wondered what people on the bus were going to think of it. I
also realized that if I’d put fresh batteries in the scanner this
morning I’d still be in there, probably for another four hours, and
maybe dead by then…

Allen had always been a good friend of hers, but she had preferred to keep
it at a friendship level. When mutual financial circumstances had made
sharing an apartment seem like a very good idea, she had proclaimed to the
rafters that the ONLY thing they would share would be the bills. Allen had
agreed good-naturedly, as usual. For six months and more, it worked out just
fine. They respected each other’s privacy, always one managing to find
something to do elsewhere when the other brought home a date, etc. They grew
closer, almost like brother and sister. Consummating this relationship almost
seemed like breaking a taboo.
But happy-go-lucky Allen had never noticed the sidelong looks Janet
sometimes snuck at him. At the curves of his well-muscled chest and the bulge
in the tight fitting jeans he sometimes wore. To put it nicely, he was built
like a brick shithouse. And she was sure she had caught him looking at her
the same way more than once, though he always pretended to be looking at
something else instead. But no words were ever said about them, that barrier
never breached.
But now old shit-for-brains was out of her life for good. And she lay in
the darkness empty, lonely, and horny as hell.
She tossed and turned on top of the covers in the stifling heat, clad only
in panties and a long T-shirt. Her mind tossed and turned even more
violently, tormented by her aching need for a man and the maddening closeness
of one. And the fear of disrupting a fine friendship.
The need won. She sat up on and slowly pulled her T-shirt off. Her nipples
were fully erect and incredibly sensitive. The cotton fabric of the T-shirt
felt like sandpaper against them. She got up and pulled her panties off,
which joined the shirt in a pile at the foot of the bed. Completely nude, she
felt curiously free. The warm, stifling air in the room seemed to caress her
sensuously, exciting her all the more. Squaring her shoulders and biting her
lip, she gathered up all her courage and started for the door.
Dear roomie, she thought wryly, you’re in for one hell of a surprise.

She opened the door to Allen’s room slowly, careful of the squeaky hinge
at the bottom. She peered in.
Moonlight spilled across the bed from the open window at the far end of
the room. It was cooler here, but still quite warm. Allen lay on his back, a
sheet rumpled around his hips. He had stopped snoring, his breathing deep and
regular, as he deeply slept.
She crossed the room to his bedside, horrendously aware of her nakedness,
and feeling more than a little foolish. Stop this right now, her rational
mind ordered, go back to bed immediately before you embarass yourself beyond
all recall.
But the itch spoke with a much louder voice.
She knelt by his bed and placed a gentle hand on his arm. Softly she
whispered his name into his ear. No response. Dead to the world, as usual.
Not that she could blame him. He worked in construction, and that was very
hard work indeed.
She ran a hand along his arm, feeling the muscles there. Her gaze traveled
to the sheet. A sudden, mischevious thought occured to her, one that she
wouldn’t have even considered in the rational light of day. She grabbed the
sheet by one corner, and slowly pulled it down.
As she suspected, he wasn’t wearing shorts.
She gazed in silent wonder at his penis, laying to one side in its black,
curly tuft of pubic hair. It was… sizable, as she has always suspected from
the everpresent bulge he sported even when wearing loose pants. Hung, to put
it crudely. Even before she thought of it, she reached out to touch it.
She fondled it gently, feeling its limp weight. Allen remained oblivious,
fortunately. If he awoke right now, he’d explode, she thought. Then she
banished that thought to the back of her mind, where it belonged.
And then all thoughts dissapeared momentarily as his penis began to
stiffen in her hand.
She jerked back and watched in silent amazement as it grew, slowly,
jerkily straightening from its curved position to lay flat and hard against
his belly, pulsing slightly.
Wow, she thought, gazing upon the magnificent sight.
She listened to his breathing for a long moment until she convinced
herself he was still asleep. It was as if her need had somehow affected him
even in his sleep. She had fondled men’s penises before while they slept, but
this was the first time she had suceeded in getting a rise out of one.
Horrible joke, she thought giddly to herself as she reached for it again.
He was hard all right, hard as a rock. Almost absently she ran her thumb
along the smooth, silky shaft and she wondered what it must be like to carry
all of one’s equipment on the outside. With such easy access, no wonder men
were so horny all the time. She was certain she would be.
Allen had a magnificent cock, easily larger and heavier than her old
boyfriend’s. If he denied this to her, she would probably never be able to
sleep again. After all, it was the eighties. It was perfectly all right for
friends to have sex if they wanted to. And oh God, how she wanted to…
A low quiet moan escaped Allen’s lips, startling her out of her reverie.
His hips shifted slightly, then lay to rest again. Every instinct screamed
for her to get out, but she was rooted to the spot. No way could she leave
now. If she wanted any sleep tonight, she would have to finish what she
started. If he woke up, so be it. She was sure he wouldn’t object too
strenuously now. She hoped.
She shifted her grip on his cock lower down and leaned across his hips,
bringing her face closer. She stared at it for a moment and then stuck her
tongue out, touching the tip gently.
She knew from past experience with other men that a teasing touch would
jolt him, and probably awaken him as well. So she swirled her tongue around
the head of his cock, keeping full contact. She heard him moan again and then
sigh. Around and around she swirled her tongue, feeling the roughness on top
of the head, and the smoothness below. She ran it slowly along the smooth
hardness of the shaft, down almost to the base then back you again. She could
feel slight movement beneath her, as his hips began to move up and down in
slow rhythm.
She ran her free hand down her own stomach, to the mass of her pube, and
placed a finger up against the swollen knob of her clitoris, slowly stroking
it. At the same time, she plunged his cock into her mouth as deep as it would
go.
It filled her mouth completely, with a fair portion of its length left to
go. Her other hand cupped his balls, and she could feel them tighten as she
pulled the cock out of her mouth, sucking gently. Again and again she plunged
it in, and now she could feel definite movement beneath her as his hips began
slwoly pumping. She heard his breathing grow rapid, though he was still
wrapped deep within his dreams.
The itch, prodded by her manual stimulation, quickly grew into a tingling
then into a fire. Waves of sheer pleasure radiated from her groin and washed
over all parts of her body. Her nipples were electric, and she had to
suppress a gasp whenever they rubbed against the bed or his body.
His rapid breathing became low moans, and his hips moved more violently as
she suddenly detected a slight salty taste in her mouth. It won’t be long
now, she thought deleriously to herself, giving in to the raw, primal
sensations flooding her body.
His subconcious moans became gasps and she felt his balls clench in her
hand. His hips raised and locked as a long, half-stifled groan escaped him. A
fraction of a second later a huge amount of fluid shot into her mouth, which
she swallowed immediately. At the same time the fire in her crotch roared and
exploded once, twice, three times in a rapid succession that would have left
her gasping for breath had her mouth not already been occupied. She was very
glad she was already kneeling, as all strength had left her legs.
Slowly, Allen’s body relaxed as Janet drew back and leaned against the
bed, shivering almost uncontrollably. She was drenched in sweat. It was very
rarely she came twice like that, and three times was almost unthinkable. Her
whole body tingled and she knew she her muscles would ache tomorrow. Small
price to pay for such an incredible experience.
She looked up, fully expecting Allen to be looking back at her, but to her
total astonishment, the big dummy was still asleep! Her anger was quickly
smother by bubbling laughter, which she quickly stifled. It would be a shame
to wake him now.
His breathing had returned to its previous monotonous regularity, and his
erection was just beginning to fade. She leaned over one last time and gently
kissed it just below the head. Then she pulled the sheet back over his hips
like she found it.
Her legs were still wobbly and it took three tries to stand up. Her heart
jackhammered in her chest and she suddenly felt very, very tired. At the door
she turned and looked back, seeing him still framed in the moonlight.
Goodnight, my love, she said silently, if you’re this good now, what will it
be like when you’re awake?
She almost laughed at this, knowing full well that she had done everything
herself. But next time, though, next time…
Back in her room, she pulled the T-shirt on and collapsed on top of the
bed, exhausted. Contentedly she snuggled into her pillow and fell alseep
almost instantly, dreaming very pleasant dreams indeed.
The itch troubled her no more, though it soon would again.

Early next morning, she padded around the house bleary-eyed in her robe.
Allen emerged from his bedroom just as breakfast was ready, as usual. This
time, though, she felt no irritation about it. He was already dressed, as he
would have to leave for work as soon as he was finished. He seemed even
cheerier than usual, and fell to his breakfast with gusto, asking for seconds
and thirds. Finally he was in danger of being late when he got up from the
table. He grabbed his jacket and kissed her a quick peck on the cheek. Though
hurried, he paused at the open door for a second.
“You know,” he said, seemingly puzzled, “I had the damndest dream last
night.”
Then he pulled the door shut behind him, totally missing the smile she
wore…

This time I watch the next girl real close. She is obviously a pro from

another bar. Her moves are quick and sure. My date takes my hand and

whispers. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But I want to see

you naked.” I look at him, and he has the most eager smile. How could

I turn him down? The girl finishes her act to lots of applause. She

sure did swing her pussy and ass around a lot. Is that what they want?

I sat down on the jacket with my legs extended and Clifford sort sat in back
of me so I could sort of lean on him. This was all happening fast and I was a
little confused as a good girl doesn’t end up in the woods with a boy. He sort
of put his arms around me and the next thing I know his lips were touching
mine and we were kissing . All of a sudden he sort of open my mouth and put
his tongue in my mouth and started rubbing his tongue on mine. I started to
feel faint but did not want his kissing to stop. We kissed some more and he
put his arms around me and put his hand on the outside of my blouse over my
breasts. I started to move his hands when he kissed me again and started to
press against my breasts and starting feeling them through my clothing. Once
again I had that funny feeling and it was feeling good. I told Clifford he
mustn’t do things like that and he sort of smiled and nodded. He asked if I
wanted to get up and move on but I told him I could trust him and would stay
there but only do kissing. I told him not to touch my breasts any more.