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Amber and Others, or the Curious Case of the Misplaced Modifier

I looked around during choir practice. I had found some flowers on my back step and all I could think was that someone from here had left them. I didn't want to speculate about why. Everything seemed normal tonight. The music director was telling the basses to sing louder because there weren't very many of them. The tenors were not much better off, so I did my best. Some people left right after practice, others stayed for a while to socialize. It worked out okay as long as the last person to leave was one of those with a key. No one seemed to be eyeing me. I asked Amber how the new deck was coming along? She said it was done. I should come over and see it. That got more of my attention. Maybe I had found the right person on my first try. I said I'd like to.

They lived by the lake. It was actually a large mill pond for the old factory. New England has a lot of former mill towns that are just a cluster of houses on the road with a church or two and maybe a post office. They no longer have any reason to exist except that they're there. Farther north it was mostly grist mills, here it was also textiles and manufacturing. The two of us sat outside sipping Beaujolais the next afternoon. She said she was glad I had accepted her invitation. I didn't seem to socialize much. I said it was the writing. When I got an idea I was afraid I would lose the thread if I stopped. But now I was stuck and needed to get out of the house. She said she was disappointed it wasn't the pleasure of the company. I said that too. And the wine. And the view. She smiled and glanced down at her sun top and shorts. I said um, yes. And the lake. She asked if I'd like to swim and let me borrow a suit.

The houses along the lake were separated by board fences. Now I found out why. Amber stripped off her suit and, after pausing by the tree to look at me, waded out into the water. Her fuzzy patch of pubic hair had matched her orange curls. It was a wide lake and you couldn't see the houses on the other side very clearly. Her suit was light colored and from there no one could tell if she was wearing it. The tree had blocked anyones view of her taking it off, except mine. Now she was in the water up to her neck and no one could see anything anyway. I noticed the suit she had given me matched my skin tone well enough. I looked at how high the fence was. My pubic hair was much darker than hers but decided not to worry about it. I dropped my suit on top of hers and followed her into the water. Skinny dipping is always nicer than having a clammy suit clinging to you. We swam straight out, which was probably a better idea than swimming along the shore, considering our state. I liked the freedom. And the view of Amber's white ass when I glanced ahead between strokes. The lake was clear and not that deep, but all I cold see was blackness when I had my face down. She paused part way out and asked how I was doing? I said okay, but didn't want to try going much farther. So we swam back.

We walked back inside wrapped in towels. She dropped hers once there and asked if I had any ideas? I said obviously as I dropped mine and she stared at my bouncing erection. She mouthed oh my god, but I think she was just being polite. I wasn't much taller than her, and she was a bit short, so my parts just looked bigger. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom, leaving our towels and clothes where they were. The covers were already pulled back. I lay down and explored her with my hands and mouth and legs and toes. She sniffed and tasted various parts of me. I was about to explore her further when I realized I didn't have a condom. I said um. She got one from the nightstand and unrolled it over me. She lifted her knees and I slid right in. We moved together easily. The full white body in my arms responded well. Belly to belly, our breathing locked, we drifted along until her breathing changed. It was like a deep glass slowly filling up with water. The pitch gets higher and higher until it reaches the brim and I feel her squirming and gasping under me as I pound into her. Her orgasm slacked off and I kept going. Then I feel myself filling up and gasp and spurt out as she holds on and pounds into me.

Courtney

Amber hadn't said anything about the flowers. I didn't want to ask. I wondered if it had been someone else. After the next choir practice I found myself by Courtney. I asked how things were going at school? We chatted for a bit. She came out to our church because she liked the choir. The next afternoon I got a call from her. She asked if I had a few free minutes? She could use a good listener. I asked if I could finish this sentence and call her right back? She said fine and I did. I have the answering machine on when I'm working but had picked up when she said who it was. We continued what we were talking about the night before, which was her telling me about school and me nodding verbally. I had been out of college a couple or three years, so my experience wasn't really relevant, but she listened to what I said. Her life seemed like that of a typical female college student, which was to say tragic, but she avoided drama. She rambled on for something more than a few minutes then thanked me for listening. She asked if I would like to hang out sometime? I said um. She said she knew it was a little strange, but she would guarantee my safety. I said alright, that would be good.

She met me in the lounge a few days later and took me up to her room. She said her roommate had classes tuesday and thursday afternoons but she had a free period. She gave me some tea but I declined the applesauce. She talked some more and asked me some questions. I tried to tell her how I had made it through college but said I really didn't understand how I did. I just kept going and suddenly I graduated. Now I was married with a mortgage and trying to make it as a mystery writer. If I didn't have more success soon I would find something else. I didn't want to let my wife keep paying all the bills. I did work for an accounting firm during tax season. She talked about the papers she was working on and her lack of a real social life. Then she said she had something she wanted to show me. She hoped I wouldn't be offended. She stood up and pushed down her sweat pants and pulled up the front of her top. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and I got a good view of her sparse pubic hair and fair sized breasts with low but spread out nipples. She had no tan lines but did have lighter skin on the underside of her arms. I said um, very nice. What was this about? It wasn't the most graceful position for conversation, so after another minute she readjusted her clothing and said she knew I was only being polite, but I still showed more interest in who she was than any of the boys she went out with. They were okay for sex, but she wanted a lover who actually cared about her, even if it was only once. I said I was sure she could do better than me. She said not so far. Was I interested or not? I looked at her and said yes, I was very interested. So she kissed me.

I kissed her back. After a couple minutes she got undressed again and I joined her. She tore the covers off and I remembered how much I didn't like dorm beds. She said she had a class in forty five minutes but could skip it if I liked. I said I didn't think that would be necessary but it was up to her. I asked if the empty tequila miniature on her dresser explained her actions? She said not her intentions, but it had helped with the follow through. I said fair enough. I didn't want take advantage. She said no, this was all her fault. We attacked each other. There is something exciting about a time limit. She bit my shoulder. I bit her breast until she squirmed a little, then stuck my fingers inside her and rubbed her clitoris until she screamed. Someone knocked on the door and asked if she was okay? She said yes, she was fine. The voice asked if she was sure? Courtney got up, opened the door naked, and said yes, she was absolutely wonderful. And she hoped to do some more screaming again soon. The voice said okay, it was just checking. Courtney thanked it and locked the door.

She came back to bed and squeezed my balls until I gasped. She said sorry. I said no, I was fine, so she did it again. I once again realized I had failed to bring a condom. I resolved to be better prepared in the future. She said not to worry about it, she had some. What did I think she meant when she guaranteed my safety? I said oh, and put one on. I entered her and she came again almost immediately. I kept going and so did she. After a while I let myself come inside her with a powerful orgasm but didn't stop. Her eyes got big. I had learned one or two useful things while I was in college. If I scared her, she didn't let it slow her down much. After three more orgasms she asked if I was going to come a second time? I said I wasn't sure. How much time did we have left? She squinted at the clock and said four minutes. I renewed my efforts and made it in two, just as she hit her umpteenth. We scrambled into our clothes and were outside a few seconds later. She thanked me before I left and said she felt much better.

Denielle

Denielle and I were supposed to sing the duet for soprano and tenor from cantata 42, and she invited me over to practice. I got there in the morning while her two oldest were in school and followed her and a naked toddler into the living room. She had two music stands set up, one low and in front of a chair. She said Jonathan liked listening to her voice and would be quiet while we sang. Then she said she was a naturist. Would I mind if she took off her clothes? It didn't mean anything. I said it wouldn't bother me. She should do whatever made her comfortable. I watched while she unbuttoned the top of her dress, pulled it over her head, stepped out of her panties, and shrugged off her bra. She picked up her music and we went over our parts. We stood up like we did in choir, and I used one of the music stands. The toddler sat and stared at her for a while, then played with his plastic men and wandered around. He moved his mouth like he was talking or making sounds while he played, but he stayed quiet. I was impressed. When he came over and reached up to her, she sat down and put him in her lap to nurse. We resumed our practice. She had her music on the stand now and could free up a hand to turn the pages. She didn't have any trouble singing while sitting in a straight back chair. The kid seemed to like it. I was having some trouble with my part. She was patient and coached me as needed. I liked having someone point out what I was doing wrong. It helped me sing better. There was a pause while she changed breasts. She held Jonathan for a while when he was done, then asked me to wait while she put him down for his nap.

She returned and leaned back against the radiator while her blue eyes appraised me. Sunlight lit up the window frame behind her and cast her into shadow. She had large breasts for such a thin woman, but of course part of that was because she was nursing. She asked if I wanted to have sex with her? I said I thought. She said being naked didn't mean she was interested, but it didn't mean she wasn't either. She liked working with me and thought we got along okay. I said yes, I would like to have sex with her. She said good. I followed her up to the bedroom, took off my clothes, and joined her in bed. After a minute she broke our kiss and said we didn't know how much time we had. We shouldn't take too long. She was ready, so I put on the condom I had remembered to bring, gave her two quick orgasms, and filled her with cum. She said uh, that was, intense. But she smiled and kissed me some more. After I slid off she said I could have some milk if I wanted. She'd make more. Or her other breast was empty if I didn't. So I tasted her and sucked out short spurts of milk until she was dry. I kept sucking for a moment then climbed over her to trade breasts. She held my head and stroked my hair. I asked if she wanted more sex? She said yes please. I asked if she wanted to use a fresh condom? She looked down and said this one seemed secure. She didn't want to wait. We still didn't know how much time we had. So I re entered her and took it a little slower this time. It turned out there was enough time, at least for her. I seemed to be empty.

Kayla

After choir practice Kayla asked me for a ride home. I said yes, of course, could she wait a few minutes? She said she was sorry. Could we leave now? Then she said I had to come in for a cup of sake. I didn't understand, but since I had to I did. She lived in a basement apartment that wasn't really a basement. I sat at her small table while she heated the sake. After a couple minutes she poured for me and said I should pour for her and smell the aroma for sixty seconds first. I held the small ceramic bowl under my nose and inhaled deeply, like she did, then drank quickly.

I opened my eyes and focused on a glorious patch of female pubic hair a few inches above of my face. It might not have been that big, but from here it looked enormous. After a few moments my gaze continued up to two semicircular breasts topped by nipples and a face smiling down at mine. It said hello. I asked what she was doing up there? She said it was her bed. I said oh, right. What was I doing here? She said she had led me in here before I passed out. Hot sake was more potent than most Westerns realized. I had only been out for a minute, just time enough for her to get undressed. I said oh, yes, that explained it. I thanked her for the lovely evening and said I had to get home. She said Lauren wouldn't be expecting me for another forty minutes, and we hadn't had sex yet. Should she undress me, or did I want to do that myself? I said I thought I could manage. She backed up a step as I sat up on the low already open bed and undid my pants. I leaned forward to take them off. They were followed by my socks, shorts and shirt. I asked if she could explain again what was going on? She said she had chosen me. I was kind, cooperative, always willing to help, and in good health. I asked if I got a say in this? She said yes, of course. I could say whatever I liked. But I couldn't think of anything.

She sat down next to me and kissed me. We lay down and she reached for my penis. He seemed to understand. The idiot was always the first one to stand up and volunteer. I held the warm woman lying next to me and felt her breasts pressing into my side and her tongue intertwining with mine. I paused to reach for my pants. When I got out a condom she said we didn't need that. I said I didn't mind, and I liked being careful. She said I didn't understand. She and her husband were trying to have children, but Japanese men work very hard and it depletes their generative force. He had ejaculated inside her many times without success. She had asked him if she should get some help, and he said yes please. I didn't need to worry. Tradition and the law in this state said the child would be her husband's, not mine. I said um. After a few seconds I said the baby would be half Caucasian. She said Asians wouldn't care and Westerners couldn't tell the difference. She knew it was a very large favor to ask and would understand if I was reluctant. I should use the condom if I thought that was best. I asked if I could think about it for a moment? She said yes, of course. After I got over my shock and managed to wrap my head around the idea, I said there was one condition. They must not consider this a favor. I was honored and humbled that they would allow me to help them in this matter. She said oh. Then she said it would be difficult, but she thought she could do that. I said what about her husband? She said that wouldn't matter because he would never know who it was. So I put the condom back in the pocket of my pants and kissed her again. She pulled me on top of her and guided me into her.

She asked me to give her three orgasms to make the baby strong. The first didn't take long. Maybe the idea of making a baby helped. I knew it was exciting me. The second didn't seem to be in any hurry. I said I was sure she would have a strong and happy baby and make her husband proud. Her breathing deepened again and I felt her vagina ripple and urge me on to consummation. Shortly afterward she came for the third time and it got its wish. She lay there with tears in her eyes. She pulled me down and kissed me deeply. I felt my penis twitch, trying to get as much cum into her as possible. Afterward she said she had a friend with the same problem as her and her husband. Could she give her my name? I said um. She said her friend was very pretty. I said yes, I would talk to her. She said she had chosen wisely. I said I hoped so.

Lauren

I told Lauren I thought I should find something else if I didn't have more success soon. We were lying in bed after having sex. She said I needed to give it time. I had already had some stories published in magazines. I said that didn't pay very much. She said no, but it was a step in the right direction. I couldn't expect to become famous overnight. I snorted slightly. She said so what if I didn't get rich? I liked writing even if I did spend a lot of time in a funk. Lots of people did okay churning out pulp. It was a dubious assertion, but I couldn't argue with her. She was quoting my own words back to me. I said the longer I waited the harder it would be to find other work. She said the accounting firm would give me a full job any time I wanted it. They would be idiots if they didn't. I was worth a lot more than what they paid me. I said that might be true. But we needed some sort of stability. We had put all our savings and her inheritance into the down payment on the house, and that could disappear overnight due to a market fluctuation. She said everyone else had the same problem. Nothing was certain except death and taxes. We had agreed that I should take the time I needed.

I said I just wished she didn't have to work late so often. She said yeah, but it went with the job. It was when the people she needed to talk to were available. She was a technical writer and had to collect information. It would only be a few more years. Then she could cut back and we could start a family. She said she was glad I was getting out more. She liked the duet I sang in church with Denielle. She hadn't realized how good I was. I said that was mostly Denielle. She had a better voice and had spent time coaching me. But I did better than I had expected. I only took the part because no one else would. She said she was surprised. Denielle was very pretty. She thought all the men would jump at a chance to spent time with her. I said maybe that was the problem. They were all afraid of their wives. Or her husband. She said what, I wasn't afraid of her? I said terrified, and she hit me. So I grabbed her and held her down. She tried to get away but couldn't. She was actually just as strong as I was. This had been established on a number of occasions. But she wasn't trying very hard. Instead she kissed me. Which was cheating. So I did the only thing I could. I kissed her back.

She knew me. She knew how long it took for me to recover so I could have sex again. She knew how long it had to be if I was going to come again. I let go. She put her arms around my neck. I lowered myself onto her, keeping my legs outside hers. This put most of my lower body weight onto her pelvis so I was easier to support. I didn't weigh that much but wasn't exactly a feather. I kissed down the side of her neck and moved down to suck on her breast. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair. I always had the desire to brush it out for her but resisted the urge. I man could get lost in there. I moved them down and felt how wet she was. Some of it was me. I moved up and diddled her. Maybe if I got her excited enough she would let me back in sooner. She got pretty excited. So did I. Finally she pulled me back on top of her and I guided myself back in. We tried to tie our pubic hair in knots. We had partially succeeded in this a number of times but never actually tied ourselves together. Her first orgasm didn't count because it was mostly the result of my earlier efforts. She held on but finally let herself have another. It seemed like the next was going to take a while. That was okay. I could wait. I was sufficiently amused. With all her thrashing and gasping I couldn't tell how close she was. Then she whispered now and I pushed a little harder and we both exploded into each other.

She was staring into space when I came back to bed. She had an arm over her head, the sheet pulled across one breast, and her tropical rain forest exposed for all the world to see. If that world happened to be me. She looked just as beautiful as always. I asked what was wrong? She said hm? I repeated the question. She said oh, it was nothing. It was just, she wondered if she was doing the right thing? I said I didn't know. All we could do was the best we knew how. She looked at me. I wondered what she was really thinking. She said she supposed I was right. We would just have to see how all this turned out.

Megan

I got a call from Megan. She said she had some leftover green bean casserole. It was more than she could eat and not enough to serve her family. She knew I liked it. Would I like to come over for lunch? I said I would love to. She invited me in when I drove over, and we sat down at her kitchen table. Half way through the meal she spilled a green bean on the front of her sun top. She said oh, and sat there wiping her breast with a damp napkin. When it didn't work too well, she asked if I would mind if she changed into her robe? I said if she was asking what I thought she asking, then the answer was yes. If not, then I apologized. She gave me a blank look. Then she blushed and looked down. She was smiling when she looked back up and asked what I thought she was asking? I said whether I wanted to have sex with her. She said oh, well, since I brought in up, did I? I repeated my answer. She said good, and removed her top and bra. She hesitated before sitting back down, then lowered her jeans. Or tried to. They were sort of tight. She smiled at me as she wriggled out of the them, her long red curls covering half of her face, her large breasts wobbling, her short red pubic hair appearing part way through the process. She wasn't wearing panties. We talked about people at church, local politics, and the weather as we finished our beans and cornbread. I offered to help with the dishes. She suggested I get undressed first. So I did.

We carried our clothes to the bedroom when we were done. She dropped her top in the hamper. I asked if she wanted to rinse it out? She said no, green bean stains came out easily. I said ah. We stood there for a second, then I put my arms around her and kissed her. Our tongues met and got acquainted. She pressed her belly against my erection. I ran my hand down her back and her buttock. When we got into bed, I lifted her breast to my mouth and sucked on her spreading nipple. She said ah. My hand drifted downward. She spread her legs and I reached inside. I moved up and looked into her blue grey eyes. Her hand batted around blindly and found my penis. I said hm, and kissed her. Her hips moved as my fingers worked. I pushed my penis against her thigh and hand. We kept going like that for a while. She didn't seem in any hurry. Then she said she wanted me. I found my condom and she lifted her legs to let me in. We moved together, and she supported my whole weight easily. I answered her urgency and soon felt her heaving and trembling under me. She said yes, I should give it to her. So I waited another minute and did. She roused me a little later as I was drifting off and said the kids would be home soon. I had to leave. I levered myself off and out of her, and we got dressed. I kissed her for several seconds at the door, our tongues said goodbye, and she watched as I drove off.

Melissa

I pulled into the parking lot of the community center. Melissa had called me. She said she was Kayla's friend and worked as a pool attendant here. She opened the door for me and thanked me for coming. It was after hours and the place was deserted. Lauren was working late again. She led me to the pool and asked if I would like to swim? Then she took off all her clothes and climbed in without waiting for an answer. I watched her stroke for the far end and listened to the weird echoes of her splashes. Then I disrobed and joined her. She was a strong swimmer and lapped me a couple times before I tired. I climbed out and sat on the bench panting while I watched her exercise. A few minutes later she climbed out and stood there looking down with rivulets of water running in the same direction. Her nipples were erect from at least the cold water and her pubic hair was soaked and hanging down. I quickly got my own erection. She smiled and looked up at me. She said she was happy she pleased me and invited me into the locker room. She said there were lots more towels. I said I didn't want there to be any misunderstandings. Would she please tell me her intention clearly? She said she wished to stop being not pregnant. Would I modify her please? I decided that was close enough. I said I didn't want her to consider this a favor. She said she couldn't do that. I said well, could she consider it just a small favor? She said she thought she could do that much. So I kissed her. She seemed a little surprised. I don't know what she expected but she seemed willing to humor me.

She extended her arm palm up, then followed as I padded over and into the girls locker room carrying my clothes and the towel I was using. We set our things on a bench. She arranged several towels and lay down on the floor looking up at me. I joined her. I kissed her some more and explored her dampness, which in spite of her towel was still most of her. Her skin was cool to my touch and her breathing even. The movement of a woman in stillness always felt wonderful. He skin glowed in the harsh light. I cupped her breast in my hand and kissed the side of her neck below her ear. When I had her warmed up, I moved my hand down and she parted her thighs. She was ready and parted her legs further as I moved between them. I guided myself into her. She put her arms back around my neck and kissed me some more. We stroked together on the tiles. I pleased her. I pleased her some more. I didn't think she was going to tire any time soon, so I stroked a little harder and let her please me again. Since she seemed to be concentrating on what she was doing, I kept going until I felt her gasp out one more orgasm in my arms. Then she thanked me again for coming.

Michelle

I complained about my back pain to Megan at lunch one day. She said I was overexerting myself. I said probably. I wasn't used to all the exercise I'd been getting recently. She recommended her sister's yoga class. She said she used to go regularly and it had helped her. I said I thought that was just for women? She said no, it was for men and women. There just didn't happen to be any men in most of the classes. She told me when the beginner class met. So I called Michelle and she said yes, she had room. I could drop in and try it whenever I liked. The classes were ongoing. So I showed up the next afternoon. The studio was an old shack behind her house. There weren't any other men, but I knew some of the women from church. Amber was there. She said she had been coming for a while but liked the poses in the beginner class. We started with a warmup, then did the child, cat stretch, downward dog, cobra, tree pose, and others. I could sort of do most of them. We ended with a shoulder stand and a short meditation in half lotus. Michelle told us that the half lotus was especially good for strengthening the back. We pushed out the lower back and pushed in the upper back. I had trouble doing both at the same time, but she said it got easier with practice. Keeping the spine straight used all the small back muscles. We shouldn't overdo it at the start, but later on could hold it as long as we liked. The leg pain would go away eventually.

The next week I asked Michelle about my back pain. She said the beginner class was good. I should try to do the poses at home every day. I could schedule a private lesson if I liked. I said I couldn't afford it. She said she had a sliding scale, we could work something out. So I did. I arrived in the morning a few days later, and she helped me with the poses. She adjusted my position, helped me enter and exit the poses, showed me what I should feel and where, demonstrated what I was doing wrong, and gave me a handout with pictures for the sequence she recommended. Afterward she told me that sex was also very good for the back. I said um, that seemed to be part of the problem. She asked me to explain. I said I had recently been having more than I was used to. She said oh. Like any other exercise, I shouldn't try to do too much all at once. I needed to make changes more gradually. She said she had some time until the next class. She could give me some free pointers if I liked. I looked at her. She said show me how to put less stress on my back while I built up my strength. I wouldn't have to do anything I didn't want to. So I said yes, I would like that.

She showed me how the various sexual positions could be adjusted, and the range of movement within each that was safest. For each one, she took the woman's position and the man's position as well as she could by herself, then had me try the latter. I liked watching her and learned a great deal. I didn't tell her how limited my repertoire was. Then she asked if I wanted to try them with her? With our clothes on. Except it would work better if I took off my sweat pants. I said yes I did, if she didn't mind. She said good. I warned her that my briefs were a bit skimpy. She said that didn't matter. So I took off my pants and set them aside. She looked at my dark red bikini briefs. I of course already had a sizable erection pointing over to one side. She said well, yes, let's get started. We started with me on top in the usual position and her legs in the air. She adjusted my penis so it was pointing up. Which seemed necessary, but caused the top to poke out. We pretended not to notice. She went through the whole previous demonstration again. It worked a lot better this time. She adjusted my position and coached me on muscle use and breathing patterns. I attacked her crotch from every possible direction. She thrust back with the appropriate range of motion. We were both sweating by the time we were done. She gave me a handout with pictures of the different positions and congratulated me on not having an orgasm. She didn't mention the leakage. I noted that she hadn't had one either. She said yes she had. Small ones that she tried not let me notice. Hidden in the breathing exercises. I said ah.

She asked if I wanted to pick out a position for a practical lab? I said yes I did. Except there were too many and I didn't know which to choose. What did she think would be good? She asked what position I used most often? I said on top. She said that was what we should practice. She took off her leotard and tights and stood watching with a big smile while I pulled off my tee shirt and briefs. She was taller than her sister and her breasts were considerably smaller. Her short red braid hung over one shoulder. There was a small tattoo on the side of her belly and some red pubic hair a little lower. I was surprised and pleased by the freckles running across her upper chest and shoulders. I got out my condom. She lay down on the mat while I put it on. She held out her arms and legs, and I knelt down and entered her. She put her hands at the top of my pelvis in back so we could feel how I was thrusting from both sides. I took some weight on my knees and started stroking slowly. She pointed out that I was a little off to the side. I moved over slightly. She said yes, that was good. I should put some more weight on her pubic bone and push in a little more at the bottom of each stroke. Yes, that was it. I asked if I was supporting enough of my weight with my elbows? She said yes, just make sure I kept it like that. It was important to let my partner breathe. I tried to remember what she had showed me earlier. Thrust with my buttock muscles, that was what they were there for. Breathe from my pelvis. Keep a slight arch in my lower back. Feel her breathing. It told me how excited she was. She said push a little harder now. Yes, that was it. I matched my thrusts to her breathing as it deepened and pounded into each gasp of her orgasm, keeping her going for as long as I could. She slowed slightly after she peaked but didn't stop. I guessed I was doing it right. I checked my posture and couldn't find anything wrong. When I felt her approach the next peak, I let myself go and came just after she did, releasing all the tension I had built up over the last forty minutes and what cum hadn't already leaked out. She kissed me when she got her breath back. I realized she hadn't up until then. I stayed hard inside her while our tongues danced and waited to see if she would start moving again. But she seemed to be done for now.

Nicole

I got a call from Nicole. I had met her in yoga class. She said she tried to do the poses at home as Michelle had said, but it didn't have the incentive of doing them with other people. Would I like come over sometime and so we could do them together? I said that sounded like a good idea. I drove over a few mornings later, and she met me at the door naked. The women at yoga class changed into and out of their outfits in front of me, apparently considering me an honorary woman, so this wasn't quite as odd as it might seem. She invited me in and explained that she was doing laundry and didn't have anything to wear. Did I mind if she went without clothes? I said no, that was fine. Yoga pants didn't hide anything anyway. She stood in a doorway leaning to one side with her head tilted to the other and looked at me for a moment, then said good. She was thin with small breasts and dark pubic hair. Her tiny nipples pointed at me and her long brown hair hung down behind. There was a clear space for us to use in front of the television. She said she sometimes used yoga videos as a substitute for other people, but it wasn't the same. She showed me the handout Michelle had given her, which had some different poses from the one she had given me. We did some warm ups and started on the poses. She held them longer than we did in class, and we didn't have Michelle's patter to listen to, but I liked it better than doing them by myself. We finished the set and took a break. She gave me some water and said she understood that I'd had a private lesson with Michelle. I said yes, I had learned a great deal. Michelle was a good teacher. She agreed. We ran through the set again.

She asked if I wanted to try anything from my private lesson? I said it was mostly the same stuff, just with more detail and individual coaching. Then she handed me a copy of the handout with the sexual positions. I said um. She said Michelle had shown them to her, and they'd done them together, but since neither of them was a man they couldn't really try them. I looked at the handout. I asked if Michelle had one of these for women? She looked at me and said yes, she did. She got it out and handed it to me. It showed the different things two women could do together. I said I didn't know you could do that. She said which? I pointed to one. She said yes, the double half hitch. Some women liked it, but she prefered the sheepshank. I asked which one she and Michelle had tried naked? She said most of them. I said ah. I looked at the other handout again and asked which one she wanted to try with me? She said this one and this one. I asked if she wanted to use a yoga mat or a bed? She said oh, she hadn't thought about that. What did I think? I asked how firm her mattress was? She said not very. It was like sinking into a big pillow. I said that a mat would probably work better. I remembered what had happened with Michelle and kissed her first. She put her arms around my neck, pressed her naked body up against me, and kissed me back.

I shed my clothes, put on a condom, and sat on the mat with my legs extended. She straddled my hips on her knees and lowered herself onto me. We had good penetration, but I couldn't move very well. She kissed me some more and mostly just rocked forward and back. It seemed like this might take a while. I didn't mind. I felt what she was doing to my penis and other parts. I thought about Michelle. I thought about Megan and Amber. I thought about Courtney, Denielle and Kayla. I thought about Lauren. There would always be Lauren. At least I hoped so. I wondered if I was doing the right thing? Which sounded sort of silly, but it felt pretty right. Nicole had managed to get herself pretty excited. She leaned back a bit for greater stimulation. That was nice in that I could stare into her eyes as she ground herself against me, opened her mouth, quickened her breathing, and exclaimed her orgasm without breaking eye contact. She came back and kissed me again and seemed to take a while coming down. She asked if I was going to come? I said I didn't know. Not right away. She asked if I wanted to keeping going or go on to the next position? I said both. She said hm. She levered herself up and off of me, and groaned a little when she straightened her legs. She sat down on my mat with her legs out, lifted one heel into her groin, leaned forward, and gripped her other ankle. I hadn't had my legs bent but joined her anyway. I leaned forward a bit more as I relaxed into the stretch but still couldn't reach my ankle. We traded legs. We extended both legs and bent forward again.

She went and got a sheet, then lay down on her side. I slid over behind her. She drew up her top leg up a bit, and I guided myself into her. I lay my head on my arm, put the other around her, and stayed mostly inside while gently thrusting. She said hm again. I felt her buttock muscles bunch as she moved forward slightly and relax as she moved back. I wondered if one of us should reach down and help her along, but she seemed to be getting all the stimulation she wanted by pressing her thighs together as we moved. After a while I felt her breathing change, her butt push harder, and her body vibrate as it announced another orgasm. I kept going until I felt my sperm moving, my penis pulsing, and my cum flowing out into her. She matched my movements as I came, and a minute later she reached down and pulled the sheet up over us.

Rachel

I met with Rachel in the afternoon. She wanted help understanding her taxes. She handed me a thick folder and we sat down at the table in the dining room. She said she kept asking her husband to explain them and he always said she didn't need to worry about it. They were complicated. I looked through the forms that went back several years and said he was right. About them being complicated. I said it would take me a while to go through them. She didn't have to wait. She said she didn't mind. Maybe I could explain some of them as I went along. I said I would try. I started with last year's. Some time later I started explaining about the deductions that had been made and what the different investments were and why they were chosen. She took notes. I showed her the forms and pointed out the figures. She asked questions and looked at everything. I said some of it was beyond my level of competence. If she wanted to understand everything she would need to hire an accountant or a tax attorney. She said no, I was doing a wonderful job. Please keep going. I did my best to explain the tax shelters that had been used and the different overseas accounts. I admitted I couldn't follow all of it.

We took a break and she served me rhubarb pie with a late harvest Riesling. She smiled when I told her how good it was. Rhubarb wasn't that popular a vegetable, but a lot of people around here grew it and made pies. You got quicker results than with fruit trees. I started going over forms from previous years. I asked her how far back she wanted me to go? She asked if there were any surprises? I said not so far. It seemed to be the same sort of stuff. She said I should pick an appropriate stopping point. So I scanned back a couple more years and summarized what I found. She listened carefully to everything I said. She finished her notes and thanked me. She said I was very helpful and she had learned a lot. I pointed out that more than one person had worked on the returns. She saw how complicated they were. Maybe the reason her husband had refused to explain them was because he didn't understand them. She said oh. I was probably right. He had made it seem like he did, but he never wanted to admit he didn't know something. She asked how much she owed me? I told her. She said that couldn't be right. I was worth much more than that. I said it was twice my usual rate. I couldn't accept anything more. She looked at me for a moment and then shrugged.

When it was time for me to go she kissed me. I kissed her back. She kept kissing me. I kept kissing her back. She pushed herself against me. I put my arms around her. She said she wanted to have sex with me. I told her I thought I had time. She took me to the bedroom, shed her clothes, got in, and waited while I finished taking off mine. Her hand moved over me as we lay next to each other and kissed. She felt my neck and shoulder. She wormed her arm under mine and continued across my ribs and down my back and spine. Her hand examined my hip bone and poked into the my buttock muscles. I thrust my erection more firmly against her groin. She liked that and tried it again. I moved back to look at her. I hadn't gotten much of a chance before we started. I liked her full lips, cute tiny breasts, and thick tuft of pubic hair. Maybe I was weird, but I couldn't understand why some women shaved theirs off. I thought the way it stopped at a certain point was one to the main female secondary sexual characteristics. Mine merged into my chest hair and kept going. She frowned as I kept staring at her naked body. I said I thought she was beautiful. I wouldn't change a thing and was glad she hadn't. She looked down and smiled at that. She said she thought my parts were nice too. Her hand reached over to examine them. I reached for a condom and slid into her. She moved sweetly under me. We kissed and pumped against each other slowly. She came once. A little later I asked if she was going to come again? She said no, she never did. But I didn't need to rush on her account. She liked having me inside her. I waited a little longer then emptied myself into her.

She followed me downstairs naked and stood with her back to a sliding glass door that fronted on only lush blue green foliage. Long flowing hair covered one shoulder and she held one hand behind her back. I picked up my stuff. She looked up and asked if we would see each other again? I said I hoped so and she smiled a little. I walked over and kissed her one more time before I left. Lauren was home when I got back. I told her I was helping Rachel understand her taxes. She said it seemed to take an awfully long time. I said they were complicated taxes, and told her how much money I made. She said I was worth a lot more than that.

Rebecca

At choir practice Rebecca informed me she was taking a massage class. She was looking for someone to practice on and asked it she could use me? The next morning I found myself oiled up and face down on her massage table while she tried to knead me into submission. I said uh. We were in her kitchen, and I actually thought she did fairly well. She worked down my neck, shoulders, back, spine, buttocks, thighs, shins and feet. She did my arms. She had me turn over and restarted the process. I didn't get an erection. I pretended she was a doctor. But I liked that I seldom seemed to shrink as much as most men did. I didn't know why, but it made me feel virile. I understood that the condition was more common among Black males and was why they were said to have larger parts, though in fact they didn't. I did seem to get erections more easily, but I was neither popular nor made fun of in school, so no one seemed to notice. So I was surprised when Rebecca asked me how long I had been getting partial erections? I said all my life and explained. She said the girls noticed, they just didn't say anything. I said not even among themselves? She said probably not. In school she had noticed them noticing the boys pants but only talking about the popular ones. Or, as I said, the ones people made fun of. When the talk about erections gave me one, she said there it goes. I said hmph. She just worked around it. I mostly stopped pretending she was a doctor and just enjoyed what her hands were doing to my muscles and bones.

She asked if I wanted to come? I looked up at her. Her eyes were brown and black and her hand rested on my hip. I said not unless she wanted to have sex. She looked at me. I waited. She said okay and took off all her clothes. I wondered if we were going to use the massage table, but she led me naked through the house to her bedroom. She said she didn't have a guest room and wouldn't use the children's, so that left the one she shared with her husband. We could use the sofa or the floor if I preferred. I said no, this was fine. I wasn't squeamish. She pulled back the covers, we lay down, and I got a chance to run my hands over her body. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. Her legs seemed to go on forever, but I eventually made it to her feet. She asked if I had ever studied massage? I said no, I just picked up a few things here and there. You could learn a lot by paying attention. She said hm. I asked if she wanted to come? She said yes, that would be nice. So I lay down next to her, checked her level, and started diddling. She said oh, and put up with it for a minute, then she pulled me over and kissed me. I kept going and she kept responding. Then she grimaced and came. I reached under the pillow for my condom, put in on, and pushed all the way into her. She pushed back. We kept doing that until she came again. Then she said it was my turn. So a couple minutes later I grunted and shot her full of cum.

She invited me to swim. She lived across the lake from Amber. We walked across the lawn to a strip of sand carrying our towels. From a distance the narrow red and white stripes of her bikini top were the same shade as her skin. The black triangle of the bottom matched the size and shape of her dark pubic hair almost perfectly. When she took it off she looked clothed. You'd think I'd be used to this sort of thing by now. I took off mine and followed her into the water. She didn't use a towel when she sat down on the sand later, so I didn't either. We looked at the trees and water and talked a bit. She said I was a lot more sociable than I used to be. She wasn't complaining, but why the sudden change? I said um, and looked at her for a moment. Then I gave a mental shrug and said this was going to sound weird, but it started when I found some flowers on my back step. I started looking around to see who might have left them and one thing led to another. I didn't understand it myself. She leaned back on her elbows and gazed across the lake for a couple minutes. The sunlight dappled her far side. I looked at how her pubic hair stood up. It occurred to me that maybe women shaved it off because it was too exciting. They preferred to look like sexless Barbie dolls. She said it was none of her business. I said but. She asked if she could make a personal observation? I raised my eyebrows. She didn't see because she was still looking out across the water. So I said please do. Now she turned her head and looked at me. She said maybe my wife was collecting more than information when she worked late and didn't want me to be lonely. I said um. Then I said oh. Then I said I must be stupid. She said no more than most men, but yeah, I was probably supposed to have figured it out by now. I said I guessed I should tell her I knew. She said she didn't want to tell me how to run my marriage, but where was the fun in that?

Two days later Lauren asked how I had liked the flowers? I said they were very nice. Thank you. She asked how things were going? I said I thought they were going pretty well. I was glad one of us was intelligent. She asked if I'd had sex with all the women I was seeing? I said no. Chelsea hadn't seemed interested. Lauren said she was probably just waiting for me to say something first. I said that was possible. I asked how things were going with her? She said okay, they could be better. I said I was sorry to hear that. What seemed to be the problem? She said men were pigs. I said yeah, there was that. Was there anything I could do? She said no, I didn't know any of them, and I was just about perfect the way I was. I said in spite of being stupid? She said that was one of my best qualities.

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