CONFESSIONS OF A PREDATOR

"You Mr. Adams are what we call a sexual predator," the doctor said. "After a full hour of listening to you talk I can find no remorse in you what-so-ever."

"I don't have any remorse," I answered. "Why should I?"

"If that is the case Mr. Adams, why are you wasting my time?"

"Doctor, I thought like any other whore your time was for sale. I simply bought an hour of it."

"In that case consider it a waste of your money. I can't help you if you don't want help."

"I never said I didn't want help. I just don't have any remorse for the past. That can't be changed, it has already happened. I just don't want to keep repeating it over and over."

"I'm really not sure that I am the one to counsel you. After all I am a woman."

"I really hadn't noticed." I saw her look of skepticism. "Okay I noticed a little." I caught her smiling.

"I really don't think this is the best setting for your problem. Besides you already mentioned your concerns over the cost and the daytime hours."

"That is true a hundred and fifty bucks an hour is pretty steep. To make matters worse Doc I am going to be losing time from my work to meet with you. I don't really think I can afford to do this more than a couple of times."

"A couple of times won't do any good at all." She stopped and stared down at her notes. "You know there is a group over at the mental health department. It meets every Monday and Wednesday. I think you have made the decision to change. You just need some support. The cost is nominal and it meets in the evening.

"I don't know Doc. I kind of hate to talk about this with strangers."

"Tell you what. Why don't you go to a couple of their meeting and if it isn't working out, you can return to me. We can try something else for you."

That conversation took place after my one and only session with a shrink. I didn't need her to tell me that I was a predator. It had been put to me in a lot worse terms from a couple of the women I knew. Animal tends to come to mind when I remember the things they called me when the affairs ended. That was by far the kindest. Asshole was another one not quite so kind but also not the worse I heard.

As men do, I had gotten older. I struck forty with no home or family, and I was afraid I would end my life alone and unloved. Actually the truth is I had recently eaten dinner in a trendy restaurant for no special reason. I noticed the couples around me, most were older men with younger women. I guess maybe one was a father and daughter. Maybe some where younger wives but the majority were men with either mistresses or men in their fifties out trying to score.

I saw how desperate they looked. I could recognize myself in just ten short years. I made the decision then to stop. I didn't actually stop. I just made the decision to stop. The decision to seek help came from a not very nice girl. Her suggestion wasn't phrased with my best interest at heart either.

"You need help you sick bastard." I think those were her exact words.

I called the doctor of a business associate. She made me an appointment a week from the day of the call. In the mean time I scored with another victim.

I doubt that the doctor even believed the stories I told her. I doubt that I would have either. They were true and if you think about it, not all that unique. My secret for scoring with the women was simple. Have no standards and no guilt. Either will limit your activities. I mean the women who are vulnerable are most likely not the young and beautiful ones. It never bothered me to say good-bye to a victim. I hated to see the look of hurt on their faces, but then somebody had to get hurt. Better them, than me.

I have no idea what made me the way I am. That is something for a shrink to figure. I just wanted to stop the one or two night flings. I wanted a decent relationship with a woman. I had tried but they never lasted more than a couple of dates.\tab

I took the Doc's advice and went to the mental health group. When I entered a few minutes late, I saw them sitting in a circle. It could have been a school kids gathering. Except of course they were all way past school age.

The groupe was composed of two kinds of men and of course only two women. The Doc's had found me a group with a minimum of women. Probably a good idea. One group of men fell into what I would call the good old boy type. Probably blue collar workers but they seemed nice enough. The other groupe of men just looked uncomfortable. I don't mean that in a negative way. They just looked a little uptight. I mean they were wearing suits.

One woman was an obvious middleaged house wife type. The other was something else intirely. She was a very attractive young woman. Her hair was raven black and her eyes were blue. She had a pale complexion and very nice lungs. She also had a nice trim build. All that nice body was encased in black leather. I liked her a lot. \par \tab One of the comfortable guys opened his mouth and provided me with almost a laugh. His speech was so deeply southern accented the words seemed to drip from his mouth like syrup. I found out later that he couldn't sleep. He had bad dreams. People were trying to cut his pecker off. According to him, women in his dreams chased him with long knives or even swords. I thought he might really be a loony.

The last of the next normal looking man had the worse problem I had heard in a long time. His problem was that he couldn't get it up. His wife had tried everything. Hell this guy even described everything. The middle aged woman squirmed uncomfortably as he described in detail the things his wife had tried. He stared at the younger woman while he spoke. I had to wonder if he could get it up for her.

We hadn't gotten through all the men when we took our first smoke break. I was surprised that all the good old boys and the younger woman joined me in the smoking area. It had been a long time since that high a percentage of any group smoked. Of course the two tight asses men and the one middle aged woman stayed inside.

The three of them hung together since I hadn't really joined. I would have to tell my story to join the group. Once I did, I would probably lose any chance of scoring with the lady in black leather. She also wore all the jewelry she owned. Her ears were pierced in a several places. She also had a nose stud and probably more I didn't see. She was defiantely a piece of work.

After the break the middle-aged woman took the floor. I was treated to her version of her husbands departure. Of course he took everything she owned. The lazy bastard didn't work, he just hung around the house. Why she missed him I had no idea. She apparently was terrified to go back out into the world. She was afraid to be hurt again.

I made a mental note that she was prime. Not especially attractive but definitely available. She could say anything she wanted but she would fall right over with a minimum of effort. She had victim written all over her. Lonely, low self esteem, not really attractive, hell she was ideally suited to become somebody's victim. If I didn't change, she would be my victim.

According to the younger woman she didn't do drugs and had no use for those who did. That left her pretty much friendless in her circle. I mean people who are anti-drug shouldn't run with those who take them. The way she was dressed pretty much determined she would have few straight friends.

She was some kind of music junkie. She followed several bands about the area. According to her she couldn't keep a job. I was tempted to ask if she had figured out the relationship between her appearance and her lack of friends. I didn't have to, that was the purpose of the group. They took turns giving each other advice. I listened to the advice. Some of it was the same as I would give. Much of it was pretty far out. Everyone had an opinion about everyone else.

"Mr. Adams you have heard each of us tell our pathetic little stories wouldn't you like to tell us yours." The middle aged woman asked.

"Not really Gwen. My story is something I need to work on by myself for a while longer. I will tell you all one day. Right now I am fighting hard to control myself."

"Man I know that feeling. Sometimes I just want to kick some butt," The ear ring counter said.\tab

"No offense honey, but if I were you I would work real hard at curbing that impulse. You are a little light in the ass to be fighting."

"That better be a compliment buster or I will kick your ass."

"It was but don't take it too seriously. I am not a very nice person. You strike me and unlike some of these people, I will kick the shit out of you."

She smiled as if daring me to try. Fortunately the doctor broke in. "Now, now enough of these threats and counter threats. Mr. Adams can speak whenever he feels up to it.

"Doc that isn't the problem. I don't mind telling my story but you are going to need a lot more than two hours for it."

"Maybe there is an abridged version," one of the suits suggested.

"There is," I said. "I like women."

"That certainly isn't a problem. Unless there is more to it than that."

"Sure there is. I like women but I don't like them for too long."

"So what happens when you stop liking them. You kick their butts?" The black widow asked.

"No sweetie, I just leave."

"And how many of these women have you left?" asked Gwen.

"About twenty,"

"That isn't all that many." the black clad woman stated.

"That is so far this year." Since it was only May, it seemed like a lot more.

"My god, did you sleep with all of them?" asked our man with the problem in that area.

"All but two. They said no and I believed them."

"You are a pig," the older woman said.

"I know, that's why I am here. I am trying to stop that behavior."

"So when was the last time you did it." asked the kid with the dreams.

"You mean sleep with a woman or kissed one off."

"Kiss one off, my god you are such a pig." the older woman repeated.

"Kiss one off?" the faggie looking man in a suit asked.

"Not long ago."

"How long?" the younger woman asked.

"About two hours," I answered.

"Don't you care about their feelings?" asked the doctor.

"Not really, I have enough problems with my own feelings. They have to look after themselves."

"Do you tell them you love them. Is that how you do it?" the middle aged woman asked shortly.

"It's not in the approach as much as it is in spotting the right woman. You know the ones who will get involved with an almost perfect stranger."

Well I think that is just a horrid thing to do." piped in the gay man.

"I don't know about horrid, but it isn't very nice." Said the middle aged woman.

"I don't know," the dreamer said. "I kind of think everybody has to look out for themselves. I mean if the women don't want to get involved they can say no. Can't they Nick.?"

"Of course they can. Two did this year."

"I can understand why you do it, but why on earth would a woman allow herself to be used like that?" asked the middle aged woman.

"That you would have to ask a victim. I have no idea. I don't even want to understand their motivations."

"If I were to ask you why you do it, what would you say?" asked the doctor.

"It feels good at the time. That isn't a wise guy answer, it is simply the truth." I admitted.

"I think it is time we took a break," the doctor stated flatly.

I was outside smoking with the other outcasts. "Have you really slept with eighteen women since the first of the year?" asked our dreamer.

"Yes," I answered simply.

I noticed the jewelry bedecked younger woman drifting toward us. Tell me how do you spot a victim?"

"Why?"

"Would you pick me out as a victim."

"Every woman is a victim. Some are just harder to work. I concentrate on the easy ones. Oh I get the occasional hard ass like you."

"I do hope that is a compliment?"

"If you want it to be. It is."

"Can you pick up a woman anytime you want?" she asked.

"More or less. But not any woman I want. You take what comes your way in this sport."

"You consider it a sport?" the dreamer asked.

"Sure."

"I would like to see that in the Olympics." he said.

"I want to see this," the woman said. "How about a demonstration?"

"I don't perform like a dog."

"Okay," she said. "How about a bet then? You are a sporting man?" the woman asked.

"Sure what is the bet." I countered.

"I pick the bar or bars. You pick the women. I'll bet you can't take a woman out of the bars before midnight."

"That is rigged. If you pick the bars they could all be heavy metal bands. I have to be able to talk to the women. Also they can't be gay bars."

"No problem," she said. "I know a couple of clubs that aren't metal or gay."

"Fine but tonight is Monday. There probably aren't many women out tonight. Why don't we wait till the weekend."

"I thought you could work your magic any time."

"Okay, after the session then. What is the bet?"

"If you score, I will sleep with you after the next session."

"If I don't?"

"Then you have to stand before the group and explain that you are not the great lover you claim to be."

"Done," I said. I didn't really mind standing up and telling about a defeat. Hell I had those all the time.

I suffered through the rest of the session knowing I wasn't going to be able to try changing till another night. Half hour after the session ended I pulled beside Sonya's car. We were parked near the door to a county and western piano bar. I know it sounds weird, probably why I had never heard of the place.

I told Sonya to enter first and find us a table against a wall. She was to order me a soft drink. I gave her time to accomplish her tasks then entered.

The place was pretty upscale, at least for Sonya. I found her in a booth against the wall. The place had about fifty people in it. I walked to our booth and sat down. I sipped on the coke.

"Well who are you going to work on?" she asked.

"Right now I am going to observe the patrons for a while. Please don't talk to me for a couple of minutes." I looked about casually for a while then returned my attention to Sonya.

"Well who are the likely prospects?" she asked.

"There are three in here now."

"Who are they?"

"The woman alone at the bar is one."

"You mean because she is half drunk?" there was no accusation in her voice.

"Sort of, She isn't a victim because she is drunk. She is drunk because she is a victim." She actually seemed to understand.

"Who else?"

"The woman sitting in the far corner alone."

"She is old enough to me my mother."

"I thought you understood there are no limits on victims. All you women have the same plumbing."

I finished the coke and got another one. I waited about five minutes then approached the woman alone at a table in the corner. "Excuse me maam but I need to be rescued."

"What?" she asked without a smile.

"That young woman over there is a business associates daughter. She is driving me nuts. Can I sit with you just a few minutes? I'm sure she will leave if she thinks I am with someone else."

"Okay," she said a little skeptical. "But why would you want to get away from her. She is rather attractive."

"She is a freak. I don't mean like disabled or anything She is just a little off center."

That time there was a smile in her voice. "Then why are you with her?"

"Her dad is doing some work for me. He asked me to take her to dinner tonight. I took her but now I can't get rid of her. The only saving grace is that she brought her own car. I hope she will just leave. I don't think I can take much more of her."

"You do have a problem. I wouldn't think you would mind. I mean aren't men all after one thing."

"Sure all men are pigs. I just like to be able to talk to my women. That one and I don't even speak the same language." She was at least smiling by that time.

"At least tell me who you are?" she asked.

"I'm so Sorry, my name is Nick Adams. and who might you be."

"My name is Dennie, you know like the restaurant. Spelled differently though." He looked me over to make sure I wasn't an ax murderer. "Are you married."

"A couple of times but not at the moment. How about you?"

"Separated, I will be divorced in a couple of months."

"Is that good or bad?"

"I really don't know yet."

"Well a lovely lady like you shouldn't have any trouble finding company." I glanced over my shoulder to check on Sonya. She was staring at me.

"Your friend looks a little put out." Dennie said.

"I know but I just can't face going back to that table. Besides I like talking to you. Of course if you are meeting someone I could leave?"

"Oh no, stay as long as you like. I was actually getting bored sitting here."

"Look Dennie, I know we just met and you don't know much about me but I would like to take you home. I mean my home."

"You don't waste much time do you?"

"No, I guess not. It is because you are a stranger. I know this is going to sound stupid but I am going to say it anyway. Most of the women I go out with are women I meet in my work. You know clients or family of employees." I said motioning toward Sonya. "With people like that you have to play a part. You know concerned business man. All that crap. With you I wouldn't have to act, or maybe I could act. I could be anything I wanted to be, so could you for that matter. I mean we really wouldn't know that much about each other. I told you it was screwy."

"You know it is but I like it. I always wanted to be someone else. Not forever but just for a little while."

"So why not do it tonight?"

"I am going to have to make a call."

I handed her my cell phone. "Here use this."

"Let me call from outside. Wait here while I go to the ladies room, then we can leave."

She was gone no more than five minutes. When she returned, we left the bar. Outside in the parking lot she used my cell to make a call.

"Ed," she said. "This is Dennie, I won't be over tonight after all." She listened for a few seconds then said, "That really isn't my problem. You are the one who left me remember?" She hung up without saying good-bye.

"Your ex."

"Yes, we kind of visit each other from time to time."

"I'll drink to visiting."

"Me too, that is if we had a drink." She giggled as we walked to my car. "You know I have never done this before."

"In that case you are going to have to pretend."

She laughed and said, "I have dreamed about it though. Is this your car?" She asked as we approached the Firebird.

"One of them. She's a sixty eight Firebird convertible. Actually I am told she is pretty rare. Not really very valuable though." I held the door for her while she entered. I dropped the top before we drove off.

"God this is great. I can imagine that I am eighteen again."

"And able to do all the things you dreamed of when you were eighteen. Speaking of which I have had my shots and I really don't bite. You could move closer. The bird had bench seats and automatic transmission. It was a real make out car from the sixties. If it could only talk.

The drive to my place was about twenty minutes. I had my arm around her for the first five. I dropped it over her shoulder, onto her left breast. There was no sense in her having the wrong idea.

"Put your hand on the wheel. I don't want to get killed, especially not tonight." She removed my arm from her shoulder. I though she would sit primly during the drive. Instead she reached over and ran her hand up my thigh, the obvious thing happened. I got a raging hard on. Her hand finally found it. I don't know what took her so long. The thing was covering most of the front of my body.

When she first touched it she shrank away just for a split second. Then she returned to it. She explored it through my pants. She seemed to be measuring it. "Is that really you?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes," I answered simply. I didn't want to frighten her. She ran her nails over my pants and teased my hard dick. Neither of us spoke during the last few minutes of the drive. When we arrived at my house I walked around to open her door. The bulge in my pants was more than a little obvious. I was certainly glad that I didn't have any close neighbors.

Once inside the front door, I kissed her. It began as a warm kiss then moved to a passionate one. She was rubbing her belly against my hard dick. I inserted my tongue into her mouth then began dry fucking her mouth. She broke the kiss after only a couple of minutes. Far from being angry she was gasping for breath. I moved to kiss her neck while she recovered her breath. Even after the break, her breathing was deep and fast.

I felt her hand reach between us to check on my dick. It was rock hard. I leaned away and turned her back to me. I began to kiss her neck, while my hands went in front to cup her breasts. She ground her ass against my hard dick. I continued for a couple of minutes then unzipped her dress in one long slow move. She shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. I didn't wait for a second, instead I unhooked her bra which joined her dress on the floor. I pulled her roughly against me again as I began to lick her back. I encircled her loosely with my arms so that I could tease her nipples while I licked her back. The only parts of our bodies which were pressed together were her ass and my dick. I could feel the tension rise in her as I worked her nerve endings.

I released her left tit and moved my hand slowly to the waist band of her panties, I moved it aside and inserted my hand into the top. I let it trail lower through her forest of pubic hair. Finally I reached the cleft of her cunt lips. I continued to lick and tease her while I moved my finger lower and inside the cleft. I found her clit and rubbed it gently. She exploded in a violent orgasm. Her orgasm was so strong that I had to support her while she came.

When she was again in control of herself, I began again. She offered token resistance but in the end allowed it to happen again. She almost pulled me over with her so violent was her second orgasm.

When she recovered from the second orgasm she turned into me. She kissed me with as much passion as she could muster. I felt her tongue deep inside my mouth. The kiss raised the level of my passion. Her hand went to hold my dick even though it was still inside my pants. She unbuttoned my shirt as she kissed me. Once the buttons were undone she moved it off my shoulders.

I was driven higher by the sensation of her naked breasts against the skin of my chest. I felt her move against me to gain even more sensations for herself. Her hand returned to my fabric covered dick. Suddenly I felt her hands tugging at my belt. I could have helped her but I chose to continue kissing her neck.

I felt my pants part, then fall to the floor. She lowered herself till she was kneeling in front of me. She had an awful time freeing my dick from my underwear. It required her to stretch the waist band pretty far. When she finally had it free I heard her gasp. She didn't say a word. I felt the head of my dick brush against her lips. She kissed and licked my dick for a long time. I was pumping it toward her mouth the whole time. Trying hard to get her to take it inside her mouth.

She finally opened her mouth and took my dick inside. It was a tight fit and only went in a couple of inches. I even felt it scrape against her teeth. I didn't mind it happened most of the time. She was able to move it only and inch back and forth. She sucked on the head while moving it slightly. The feeling was wonderful but the sensations rising from my dick were less than adequate.

She removed my dick and kissed the head of it several more times. I pulled her to her feet. I kissed her passionately for a long time. My dick was pressed flat between our bellies. I finally broke the kiss and pushed her onto the sofa. I spread her legs and knelt between them. Her breast were in a direct line with my mouth. I took her right one into my mouth. The left I covered with my hand. I rubbed and teased the nipple while I sucked on the one in my mouth.

After a very few minutes of that I lowered my head and kissed my way to her cunt. When I reached it, I by-passed her clit and went to the opening. I licked her lips and inserted my tongue into her cunt. She gasped then moaned as I fucked her cunt with my tongue. When the tension in her body was high enough, I switched to her clit. I licked and sucked on it till she came in a long continuous steam of jerks.

I straitened then went back to her tits while she recovered. When she was more or less recovered I went back to her cunt again. I licked and tongue fucked her till she was again at the verge of orgasm. Instead of moving to her clit, this time I moved to sit beside her. I lifted her so that she was backwards to me. I moved her over my dick.

She got the idea and straddled my legs. She lowered herself slowly toward my dick. The position of her body had her wide open but she still had a problem getting the head of my dick inside her dripping cunt. She finally held the lips of her cunt wide so that the head of my dick had less to encounter on it's way inside her body.

She managed to get a couple of inches inside her but most of her weight was still supported by her legs. She worked the small amount she had in her till her cunt stretched. She was then able to double the amount to about four inches inside her "God," she moaned. "I am going to get it all in even if it tears me apart." she worked with the part she had inside her till she had expanded the inside of her cunt to accept another couple of inches. At that point she had slightly over half my dick inside her. "God it hurts." She didn't stop though she continued to work on getting more of my dick inside her cunt.

The tightness and heat of her cunt kept me on the verge of an orgasm the whole time she worked on it. "I can't take any more. I have gone as far as I can."

I spoke for the first time. "Take it all bitch. You can get it in."

"No I can't. It hurts you bastard." Her words were tough but her voice was thick with passion. Rather than argue with her I began to jack my hips, forcing my dick farther into her. She whined almost at scream level but she worked her ass against my thrust. It was tough going but eventually I was buried up to my pubic hair inside her cunt.

I began to fuck her. Slowly at first then eventually speeding up as she became adjusted to the size of my dick. I stroked her gently but firmly as I worked toward an orgasm. She was in the throws of orgasm from almost the beginning of my strokes.

I reached around her body and grasped her breasts from the rear. I worked them as I stroked her. The effect was that she came even harder. Her jerking and squeezing my dick caused me pain but no more than usual. As the pressure built in my balls I slowed my teasing of her nipples. I felt the cum begin to move up my dick. I moved both my hands to her clit as I fought to hold back the orgasm. I worked her clit hard and fast as I shot the first load into her steamy cunt. I fired load after load. I was answered each time by a hard jerk of her body as she was racked with orgasm.

When we both were worn out she sat on my lap still impaled by my dick. It had of course softened some but was still deep enough inside her that it didn't pop out. "Work my dick out of you."

"What?" she whispered.

"Use your muscles and force my dick out like you did your children."

She giggled and began to work her muscles. I felt my dick move inside her as it was forced farther and farther down her channel. She orgasmed once more while she worked on it. When it finally popped out she turned and kissed me deeply. I held her for a long time.

"I have to go." She said. "I had a wonderful time but I have to get home. I need sleep so that I can work tomorrow."

I didn't mind driving her back to her car. She was all warm and cuddly so it didn't seem like much of a drive. I noted that Sonya's car was gone when I pulled into the lot. Dennie gave me her number and I promised to call. I put the number inside my wallet along with a wad of others. At that time I had no intention of calling her.

As I drove home I promised myself that she would be the last woman I used that way. I did pretty good keeping my promise to myself. I stayed away from the clubs till our next group. Of course I still flirted with those women I came into contact with. It was pretty harmless since I couldn't do anything to them while at lunch or buying cigarettes.

During the first smoke break at the Thursday meeting Sonya came over to me. "Okay, Nick when do you want me."

"Not necessary, I am trying to break the habit."

"Tell me something?"

"Sure."

"Was I victim three in the bar?"

"Of course you were."

We were standing alone and not likely to be overheard. "Okay," she said. "Have you ever slept with two women at the same time."

"Not my style."

"Wouldn't you at least like to try it once?" When I didn't answer right away, she said, "I know you have at least thought about it."\tab

"Okay, I thought about it. I thought about suicide once too."

"Yeah, but this would be fun. You could add it to your list of stories."

"Too much trouble. I would have two victims to mess with afterwards."

"Not necessarily. Look, I am Bi. I could be one of the participants. You wouldn't have to deal with me at all. I would be part of the plan. A hunter like you."

"Let me think about it." I though about it during the next part of the session. I decided that I could start my new life tomorrow.

During the second break Sonya asked, "Well?"

"Okay, but just this once then no more. I am only doing this so that when I quit tomorrow I won't have to regret not doing this."

"I don't care how you justify it. Where shall we go to get our victim?"

I opened my cell phone and my wallet. I called Dennie. "Hello," I said to her electronic voice.

"Hello yourself. I thought you had lost my number."

"No just been busy as hell thats all. I called to invite you to a party of sorts."

"I'm not sure I like the of sorts."

"I know but I thought I would ask. You remember Sonya the woman from the club?"

"Yeah?"

"Well she is coming over tonight and she wants to meet you. I have to warn you when I say meet I mean a hell of a lot more than that."

I waited for her to respond. It took her a long time. "You are going to be involved I suppose?"

"As a matter of fact I am."

"You son of a bitch. I am not about to sleep with the two of you. You go to hell." She slammed the phone down.

"Well I guess we go out hunting tonight." Sonya said.

"Give her till the next break. If she hasn't called by then we will go out and try to find a woman. Of course we can't tell her what we have in mind. That has to be a surprise."

"That sounds a lot like rape to me."

"We can work out the details later." I crushed out my cigarette and started for the entrance. The cell phone rang. "Hello?"

"I will be there you prick." the phone immediately went dead.

"We have our victim." I said to Sonya.

She simply nodded. I followed her back into the meeting. We talked about our problems till nine then called it a night. I pulled the Firebird onto the lawn so that the two women could get out. I had to since Dennie was already in the drive.

I walked to her car, then opened the door for her. When she stepped out of the car I kissed her. I was pleasantly surprised when she returned my kiss passionately. I ignored Sonya and led Dennie into the house. I turned to her and kissed her. She responded by losing herself in the kiss.

Sonya walked up behind Dennie and pressed her body against Dennie's back. She managed to get her hands between Dennie and me. I could feel her hands as they worked on Dennie's Generous breasts.

Dennie broke our embrace and gasped for air. She was twitching at the touch of Sonya's fingers on her tits. Sonya removed her hand and moved back slightly. I heard Dennie's zipper unzip. Dennie must have felt the cloth rend because she pulled to toward me in another hard passionate kiss. She did drop her arms and allow the dress to slip from her shoulders. It was loose enough that it continued to fall till it reached the floor.

In response to her new freedom, Dennie began to unbutton my shirt. I felt Dennie's lacy bra fall way as she moved slightly while unbuttoning my shirt. The shirt fell from my shoulders leaving our naked skin touching. I could feel the points of her nipples press into my chest for a second. Then I felt the back of Sonya's hands as she rubbed and teased Dennie's nipples.@

Dennie broke our kiss and threw back her head to gasp for air. Sonya never gave her a chance. She captured Dennie's lips and began kissing her turned head. I was left with nothing to do so I moved down Dennie's body till I was kissing her belly. I removed her panties and buried my face into her pubic hair.

With out a gesture or sign Dennie knew what to do. She spread her legs so that I could reach her clit. I licked it only a couple of times before Dennie came. She came so hard that her belly pounded into my face.

Sonya had to hold her upright. Sonya was also able to twist her body so that she could take one of her breasts into her mouth. Sonya nursed at her tit while I began to lick her cunt again. I concentrated on her cunt lips. When the tension in her had risen sufficiently I switched to her clit. She came with a burst of warm wet liquid on my face.

Sonya moved her to the sofa to rest. While Dennie watched Sonya took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. It was almost as passionate as Dennie. It was the first time that Sonya had been close to me when I had a hard on. She felt my dick against her belly. I took her a moment to realize the size of it.

She moved her hand down to hold it. I suppose she wanted to verify the size of my dick. I stood before a fully dressed, Sonya naked to the waist. She kissed me again as she unbuckled my belt. I felt the zipper come open and my pants fall. My underwear followed immediately. I stood naked in front of the still clothed Sonya. She moved to her knees and wrapped both her hands around my dick. "My God, I had no idea it was this big. This thing must be a foot long and as thick as an apple."

I didn't speak. I was waiting to see what she would do next. She began to kiss and lick it for a long time. The licking took on a new feeling since she had a gold stud pieced through her tongue. When she dragged the metal stud across the head of my dick it felt so strange that my dick jerked on it's own.

After a few swipes with her tongue she stood, looked me in the eye and said, "Someone is going have to eat my cunt before I can get that thing in me." I knew she meant for that someone to be Dennie. She moved toward the sofa removing her black vest as she went. Once the vest was gone she lifted the black tee shirt from her body leaving her naked to the waist. I was behind so didn't see the thing that made Dennie gasp till I turned Sonya to me.

Not only did Sonya have a ring through each nipple she had a row of studs down her belly that made it appear to be a zipper. I let her turn back to Dennie. "Wouldn't you like to suck on one of these rings baby." She asked Dennie.

Dennie looked frightened and shook her head. "Come on baby Sonya wants to feel that warm sweet mouth of yours on her tits." While she spoke Sonya also removed her leather pants. Her panties if she wore any came off with the slacks. She was standing naked before Dennie. I heard Dennie gasp again. I walked behind the sofa to get a look at Sonya.

The row of studs continued into her pubic area, which had been shaved. The top of her cunt had been penned back with studs to reveal her clit standing high and proud. "Come on baby suck my tits. I need to feel your tongue on my nipples."

I held Dennie's head still while Sonya straddled her lap. The angle was almost exactly right for Sonya to rest her nipple against Dennie's mouth. As if in a daze Dennie opened her mouth and sucked the nipple inside. Once the threshhold was crossed there was no holding her back. She reached around behind Sonya and pulled her tight against her mouth.

Sonya bent her head so that she was close to Dennie's ear. "I want you baby," she said. "I want to feel your mouth on my pussy. I want to feel your tongue inside my cunt. If you do that for me, Nick will put that giant dick in your cunt. He will fuck you with that magnificent tool while you fuck me with your tongue."

Sonya pulled away from Dennie. Then twisted to sit beside her. First she kissed Dennie deeply then guided her head down to her pussy. "Not the clit yet. Tongue fuck me some first."

Dennie moved her head between Sonya's spread legs. She began to lick and suck on Sonya. I quickly moved behind Dennie. I tried to insert my dick into her cunt but it was just too tight. I opened a drawer on the end table next to the sofa. I removed the jar of Vaseline. I spread it liberally over my dick. Then I used my finger to fill Dennie's cunt. With the extra help of the lubricant I was able to penetrate her cunt lips. From that point on it was simply a matter of working patiently till I was completely inside her. Dennie had been cumming continuously since I began working my dick inside her. I was finally inside her completely and working hard to build to a climax myself.

I looked into Sonya's eyes and saw the orgasmic state she was lost in. I looked at Dennie and noticed she had moved to the exposed clit. She was licking and then sucking it. The sight of her working on Sonya's cunt curbed my desire as I was fascinated with her actions.

I began to stroke her again, starting from square one. I began to feel the building inside my balls when Sonya shouted. "Now god damn it now!" She had obviously had the really big one all the books talk about. Her head rolled back and she seemed to go limp. Dennie rested her head on Sonya's lap while I worked at her cunt. I noticed that her mouth was open and she was breathing through it. She had her eyes closed and wasn't really responding to me at all. I was holding her up by her hips. It looked as though she had passed out. I didn't care the pressure was on a steady climb upward.

I gave up trying to pump into the limp body. I began to use her cunt as a means to jack off. I pulled and pushed her till I felt the cum move up to the base of my dick. I buried my dick as deep as possible into her limp body as the cum rushed out my dick. I felt it exit like from a hose. It didn't spurt it poured out.

I managed to flip the body of Dennie onto the sofa beside the more or less unconscious body of Sonya. I took a good look at them side by side for the first time. Sonya was more athletic in build than Dennie who had a more pudgy soft body. Actually Dennie was probably twenty pounds or so over weight.

She had shoulder length brown hair but it was mixed with gray. Her eyes were brown and wide. She had a small nose and mouth. There was even a small roll of fat under her chin. All in all someone who was pleasant looking but certainly no beauty.

Sonya on the other hand was a real beauty. Rather she would be if she returned to the land of the sane people. Without all the body jewelry and her hair a real color she might well be a knock out. I didn't think I would ever know. The kid looked like a walking cheep jewelry store.\tab

Dennie roused first. Even after she was awake it took her a couple of minutes to get her wits together. "I have to go." She said. Please don't ever call me again. This was pretty disgusting."

I nodded as she dressed and walked out the door. Hell she might even mean it. I stood in the door while Dennie maneuvered her car out of the drive. I closed the door and checked on Sonya. She was breathing regularly so I left her and went to bed. It took only seconds for me to fall asleep.

I had a sudden desire for a woman. I fought my way to consciousness and found Sonya beside me in the bed. She was kneeling over me. She had both her hands around my dick and was trying to jack me off.

I pulled her to me and kissed her. I could feel the stud in her tongue as she inserted it into my mouth. I could feel the cold metal of her body jewelry as she pressed her body against mine. It was a strange though not unpleasant feeling. When she began to move her body against mine I could feel the studs stroke me like a hand. So that was the purpose for them. I could only imagine how they would feel while fucking her.

She moved away from me. then returned to straddle my hips. He was cocked to one side while she tried to insert my dick into her cunt. It just wouldn't go. I rolled to the night stand then handed her the tube of Vaseline. She rested her ass on my knees while she greased my dick. When my dick was completely covered in the lubricant she inserted the tube into her cunt and squeezed it.

She put her weight on one knee twisted her body and again tried to insert my dick in her cunt. She barely got the head in before she began to cry. "It hurts. God it hurts."

"Then stop." I snapped.

"No way I have to feel that thing inside me. I have to know how it feels. I am not going to pass up an opportunity like this." She worked her cunt onto it at least part of the way. When she had enough in that she could rest her other knee on the bed I began to help her work at getting my dick inside her cunt. I pumped while she pressed down on my dick. I had to stop to let her rest once but after a few seconds she was ready to continue.

When I was almost completely inside her, I began to work my dick in and out. I was surprised that she seemed unable to help me. Her eyes were closed and she was sweating profusely. I continued even as she began to jerk spasmodically. It didn't matter to me I had lost all reason just looking at the jewelry bedecked body of hers. When I got near orgasm, I noticed for the first time that her clit didn't quite connect with my body. I dropped my hand to it and she screamed as I came inside her cunt. She continued to scream softly as she collapsed onto my chest.

She also continued to wiggle around my dick. I could feel her body studs massage my belly as she moved to her own music. She seemed finally to relax. I drifted back into slumber.

When next I awoke she was gone. I didn't mind I liked to wake up alone. I moved to the bathroom for a long shower. My dick was sore to the touch which it usually was after a night of fucking. I washed it gently then applied an ointment to it. The ointment numbed the pain on the skin. It also kept my dick from getting hard from the rubbing of cloth on it. I carried a tube of the stuff in my car.

Friday was a work day. I got my little crew ready then I went into the field myself. We were working in the local area since it was Friday. I often sent them to cover far away areas on Mondays. I never left town much anymore. I had hired a fairly young woman who was bound to a wheel chair to run the office. I usually worked the field and left the processing of work to her.

She made better money than she would have at any other job. I also gave her all the authority to deal with customers. She had proved herself to be trustworthy beyond my wildest dreams. She actually handled the customer relations much better than I could. If she told me that someone was giving her a hard time and wanted to talk to me I would of course. They got very little satisfaction from me. As far as I was concerned she was always right.

I worked that day and even on Saturday cleaning up the paperwork that never seemed to end. Both nights I went home like a good little boy. On Sunday I slept late. I spent the entire day watching TV or playing with my home computer. I was about to turn in Sunday night when my door bell rang. It happened often. Usually it was a woman who couldn't take no for an answer.

It was a woman all right but this one hadn't been told no yet. "Hi Nick," Sonya said.

"Hello what are you doing here."

"I wondered if you wanted to go out for a drink."

"No it's late I was just getting ready for bed. I have an early day tomorrow."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just out trying to find some trouble to get into. I will see you at the meeting then."

"Sure, look would you like a drink before you go?"

"Sure that would be good."

I fixed her a drink while I talked. "Sonya we have to talk. You know I am in that group to try to stop what we did Thursday night. I really don't want that to happen again."

"I see you are giving me the old kiss off."

"Not really, you and I are going to see a lot of each other. We just have to maintain our friendly relationship."

"Right."

"If you would rather, I will find another group to join."

"Oh no. I want to hear you talk about this week. I am dieing to hear how you are going to rationalize this week."

"I am not going to rationalize it at all. What is done can not be undone. My plan is simply not to let it happen again."

"So what do you plan to do for sex?"

"I don't plan to do anything for sex. I plan to go cold turkey."

She laughed. That should last about a week."

"Maybe?"

"I have a better plan," she said. "How about we become lovers. We can do it so that no one at the group finds out. We can sleep together a couple of times a week. You won't have to do anything to rid yourself of the pressures."

"I don't know?"

"You could practice being faithful to me. You know just until you get it together."

"Why would you do that?"

"Are you kidding. Don't your realize how great you are?"

"Not really."

"Man you are nuts. You not only have this humongous dick, you also are warm and loving. Not to mention the fact that you eat pussy as good as any broad. Hell man you are the ideal lover."

"I'll think about it and let you know. I just don't want to hurt you. You seem nuts but you are actually a pretty nice kid."

"I'm hardly a kid. I am thirty three years old."

"Why don't you act like it?"

"Save that shit for the group. Just enjoy me like I am.

"Maybe later, for now you go home and let me think about all this."

"Decide by tomorrow please. I have a terrible urge to screw your brains out. Of course I can't right now. I am a little sore."

"You probably will be for a day or two. One as young and relatively inexperienced will almost certainly have some pain for a while."

"Now you tell me."

"I tried to tell you that morning."

"I know but I had to find out how it felt to have that giant thing inside me."

"So how was it."

"Better than any dildo."

"Go home Sonya and we will talk tomorrow