In chapter 01, Sara vividly recalls the cum-soaked farewell party given to her by her crewmates, as she embarked on her probe ship mission.nnSlipping back to the reality of the tiny probe-ship, Sara found a damp patch on her skin-tight flightsuit, where she had been rubbing herself through the material. Burning with desire, her previous horny state only aggravated by the memories of her last orgy, Sara stripped out of her suit, and lay back naked on the pilot's couch. Her fingers found her clit, and a sigh escaped her lips as the direct pleasure of her own skin hit her. nnSara's eyes closed, her head fell back and her mouth hung open, as her fingers began to move in small rapid circles over her clit, feverishly working her towards the release she so desperately craved. It came upon her in under a minute, her pussy clamping down on a non-existent cock, the waves of pleasure rolling over her, her juices flowing liberally out of her pussy, where they ran down between her legs and onto the warm soft fabric of the couch. Sara's fingers slowed their assault on her pleasure button, but kept up enough pressure that the aftershocks continued for as long as she could stand it. nnSitting up a few minutes later, Sara found she still ached for sexual gratification, her pussy craved a hot rod of man-meat, and a good dousing of jism. Opening the personal storage compartment under her seat, she pulled out the purchase she had made just before embarking. Breaking the seal on the packaging she extracted her new 'RealDick5000' the latest in dildo technology. nnSara had read about this in a netzine, and had decided it would go some way to mitigating her enforced celibacy. Packed with technology, the fake phallus she held in her hand could be programmed to almost any shape or size, along with a huge range of motion. The feature that had most attracted Sara however, was the incredibly lifelike feel, along with the large hanging balls, that on command could pump out a sizable quantity of fake manjuice. nnHolding her semi-erect substitute dick at the base, Sara couldn't resist popping the head of it into her mouth, just like she would with a real man. To her surprise, it felt and tasted exactly as it should, and as she began to lick and suck on it, the computer wizardry caused it to stiffen and enlarge, until she had a fully erect, throbbing 6-inch male organ in her grasp. Sara knew she could program the RealDick5000 to be almost any size she wanted, but hadn't read the manual yet, and was far too horny to stop now. As far as she was concerned, right now this was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. nnLaying back on her couch, Sara rubbed the head of the dildo over her pussy, still wet from her earlier activity, and now growing wetter by the second. The already warm cock in her hand grew perceptibly hotter, and pre-cum began to ooze from the end. A tiny part of Sara's brain told her she had gotten her credit's worth with this one.

We lay in bed, our legs entwined. My left hand lightly stroking the soft skin of her back. I bent my head forward and softly kissed her forehead as she calmly slept. I could feel the soft velvet skin of our breasts pressed deliciously together and the slick wet folds of her pussy resting on my upper thigh. I listened to the rhythmic sighs of her breathing and felt her warm breath as it caressed my cheeks. A smile of bliss spread across my face as my right hand ran lovingly through her silky auburn hair. My left hand danced slowly down her back and then ran up the gentle flair of her full round hips. My lips moved forward to kiss her pert little nose and then the full softness of her upper lip. Her lips parted as she slept and I pressed mine to her in a soft wet kiss. Outside a cold February wind roared past the window as we lay under a heavy down comforter wrapped in sweet bliss.nnNever before had I felt so alive, so complete, and so at one with myself. I wanted to caress her entire body, to run my hands over her tantalizingly soft skin, but instead I lay there in her sweet embrace. I wanted to kiss and suckle her big beautiful breast and to drink from the fountain of her soft folds, but instead I lay next to my sleeping beauty and enjoyed the serenity of the moment.nnI had been lying here since the early hours of the morning drifting in and out of a semiconscious state unable attain a deep sleep because of the flood of emotions running through my body. I had made love to a woman for the very first time and it was the single most satisfying moment of my 28 years.nnWe had met at work, where I was the employee and she the wealthy customer. My boss's instructions were to keep her happy because her accounts meant a lot to the company. Everyday she came into the bank to take care of her finances, and everyday she waited for my window to clear. She was always so friendly and her warm smile sent chills through my body. I had never experienced a conscious attraction to another woman but I found myself drawn to her.

It was great to get your letter. Turn me on a bit? A BIT? Talk about an understatement. I have to tell you, Jessica, that I really enjoyed it a LOT. It did more for me than anything I've read for ages. Just what it did, well, that's another story. Maybe some other time, but let's just say that it really hit the spot.nnAnd now I suppose it's my turn. Your description of your first time really did the trick for me and so I hope you don't mind if I follow your example. You asked me not to mind if you were being a bit literary at times, and so I hope you'll return the compliment now. This is a story which begins a long time before it really starts. Don't worry, you'll see what I mean.nnIt was during my first year at university. I was nineteen, studying French in London. One day I'd been to Camden Market and was waiting for a bus into town, when I noticed someone in the same queue, a woman with black hair in a long coat, probably in her late 'twenties, who looked really familiar but who I couldn't place. It bugged me, because I've normally got a good memory for faces, but try as I might I couldn't remember where I knew her from. She must've noticed me looking at her in a puzzled sort of way, because she kept darting glances at me as well and frowning to herself when she looked away.nnWell, when the bus came we both took it. The woman was in front of me in the queue and so she got on before me.

Continued from part 3.nnAuthors Note: I want to thank my new friend, Barb, for her excellent suggestions and help with grammar and punctuation. She's made this a better chapter.nn*nnUp to now, I had spent the entire evening creating an atmosphere of suspense, excitement, mystery and sexual tension for Jan. I wanted her to know what was going to happen, but have enough surprises in store for her so that she could never tell what was going to happen next. nnDuring our time in her bedroom, I was methodical in trying to embarrass her, but in a way that gave her an excuse ??“ a way to say she wasn't in control and therefore, couldn't change the events that occurred. I played up to her fantasy of being exposed and touched. I did a lot of things to expose her and to touch her in a way that was completely new, and it excited her so much to do these things with the full knowledge and permission of her husband. nnWhen we moved downstairs where Kenny was waiting for us, I continued the same approach. Slowly building the tension, getting closer and closer to the point where she knew things were going to happen. I enjoyed building her anticipation of the inevitable that was to come. My goal was to raise her sexual arousal and get her to say and do things she wouldn't normally say. And if I don't mind saying so myself, I had brought her to the edge of her level of comfort and held her there all night. nnIt was time, though. All the preliminaries had been completed, she had been prepared and dressed. Her frame of mind was where it needed to be and she was ready ??“ ready for the real thing. I still wasn't sure if it was the spanking she was interested in, or just the sexually charged situation the spanking would create. It didn't matter, we were here and it was time for Jan to be spanked. nnEverything we talked about was about to start. Even though I had tried to prepare her for what was to follow, I was sure that the events of the next hour were going to hold a plethora of feelings for her.