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     It was a long night and neither of us got much sleep.  There was too
much of each other to explore, and I think we covered every available
square inch.  We began with a conventional fuck there on the bed, if
anything about Connie could be said to be conventional.  She was a long way
from being a virgin, but her cunt was still tight.  As I pushed my cock
into her, she locked her ankles so high up on my back I nearly slithered
out again.  Finally, relying on her gymnastic strength, I hooked my arms
behind her knees and thrust up into her as far as I could reach.  As she
breathed deeply with pleasure, I could feel the head of my cock battering
against her cervix.  She made low growling noises again as I positioned
myself to apply maximum friction against her clit, and when we both
climaxed, one after the other a few minutes later, she was breathing
rapidly with her mouth wide open, almost as if she were in labor.
     The taste of her own juices and my cum didn't bother her either,
because five minutes later she was stretched out atop me with my cock in
her mouth and the sweet smell of her pussy hovering just above my throat.
She went from sucking hard on my cock head to lightly flicking her tongue
up and down its length.  I couldn't quite reach her cunt with my tongue, so
I turned my head a bit and nibbled the insides of her thighs while gently
squeezing her ass with both hands.  When I finally came again, she sucked
hard, not wanting to lose a drop of my semen.
     After we caught our breaths, she urged me over on my stomach, pushed
my legs far apart, and lay with her face pressed snugly up between my legs.
She licked my balls and sucked them gently into her mouth one at a time and
then both together.  A guy can't help but feel vulnerable in that position,
but I loved it -- especially when she tugged just a little.  I couldn't
reach her at all with my hands, of course, so I was completely at her
mercy.  I suspected she liked to be in control to some degree and I was
content to let her orchestrate our lovemaking.  Besides, she was so very
good at it!
     She moved away from my balls and I felt my checks being spread.  I
remembered her tapering, beautifully manicured fingernails, but what I felt
poking into my ass was too wet and mobile to be a finger.  She swabbed her
tongue up and down, from the base of my balls all the way to the base of my
spine, pausing on each journey to flick it into my ass.
     After a few minutes of that treatment, my cock was rigid again,
trapped between me and the bed, and I had to roll over on my back. Connie
was instantly on her knees over my cock, letting herself down onto it, then
lying on my chest and sliding slowly up and down on the organ that filled
her so completely.  I couldn't reach to kiss her very easily -- the only
disadvantage of her lack of height -- so I lay happily and quietly,
smoothing her glossy hair and stroking her neck and shoulders.  We dozed
off for perhaps thirty minutes, arms around each other, and a lovely woman
still impaled on my cock.
     Connie brought me back to wakefulness by the simple method of resuming
her motion on my cock.  After a minute, she sat up, hands pressed flat
against my chest, her hair curtaining her face, and began systematically
pumping me up into herself.  I reached down with both hands and gripped her
ass, flattening her groin and bending her back.  I could feel the fiery
friction between my cock and her clit.  Her eyes were squeezed shut and her
mouth opened and closed without a sound.  She seemed to be in another
place.  Break on through to the other side, I urged her silently.  This
time, I came first and that rush of cum within her triggered her own
orgasm.  She moaned breathily and collapsed on my chest again.      "Oh,
God," she whispered between gulps of air.  She was finally tiring herself
out, I thought.  Good thing, too; I wasn't sure I could manage more than
three climaxes in one night.  Unbelievable.

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     I was awakened about 3:00 a.m. by Connie's small, slender hand yet
again wrapped around my penis.  Her head lay against my shoulder.  Her eyes
were closed and she seemed almost to be running on automatic.  My cock was
reacting to her warm grip, though, and I was willing to fuck this
insatiable woman as many times as I could manage, even if it put me in the
hospital.  But I decided to take charge myself this time around.
     I gently removed her hand from my cock and slid her head off my arm.
She murmured something incomprehensible.  I wasn't sure I could roll her
over onto her other side without waking her, so, moving very slowly and
quietly, I arched my body across hers, trading sides of the bed.  Now she
was facing away from me.  Her lovely, athletic body was lying loosely
curled and I moved up against her from behind.  Her frame was so small, I
could reach almost every part of her.  My hand slipped over her hip and
worked its way down between her legs.  When my middle finger slipped
between the lips guarding her clit, she shifted her legs to give me better
access and sighed.  She was still asleep.  After perhaps thirty seconds of
gently stroking her clit, her breathing deepened and her own hand moved
down to replace mine.  In another moment she was slowly masturbating in her
sleep.
     My finger was wet with the juices of her cunt; I put it in my mouth
and sucked it dry.  The taste of her was fantastic.  The same finger now
moved to her asshole, lightly brushing the puckered ridges.  Her sphincter
quivered involuntarily as I eased my finger past the muscular rim.  By the
time it was in her up to the second knuckle, her hips were visibly
twitching and she was finally beginning to waken.  I leaned over and kissed
the side of her neck and flicked my tongue in and out of her ear.  She
opened one eye halfway and twisted her head to see where I was.  She
continued to stroke her clit as we kissed -- and then I thrust all three
inches of my middle finger past her relaxed sphincter, all the way up into
her small, tight ass.  Her mouth and both her eyes popped open at the
unexpected sensation.  She knew immediately what was where, however, and
she gasped and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as I flexed my finger several
times.
     Had I been completely awake, I would never have done any of this
without at least her tacit consent.  Connie was small but she was strong
and very tough.  Any man trying to force himself on her would come away
missing both balls and an ear, and I knew it.  As it was, I was just
lucky. Connie liked the surprise of being dominated -- a little, anyway --
as much as she enjoyed being the aggressor.
     She drew up her right leg and moved it past my arm.  Now she lay on
her back, legs spread wide, as I leaned over her with my wrist pressed
against her crotch and my finger gyrating in her rectum.  I varied the
rhythm with random flexing motions, as if I were attempting to make a
one-finger fist, and each time I did, her body twitched and jerked.  Her
hand was flashing across the wet, red tip of her clit and her moans came
from deep in her throat.  As she neared her orgasm, I began moving my
finger smoothly in and out but no more than one knuckle.  She bent her
knees up against her chest, giving me the greatest possible freedom of
movement, and I took advantage of it, moving my finger almost completely in
and out of her hole.  Finally, at the very instant she peaked, I slammed my
finger all the way back into her.  She made a small cry, though not of
pain, and I could feel the convulsive contractions in both her rectum and
through the dividing membrane in her vagina.

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     We slept in until 9:00 the next morning and missed the conference's
opening session, but our exhaustion was worth it.  I woke Connie this time.
The hairlessness of her slit made it easy to send my tongue probing down
the crevice of her pussy.  She made a husky moaning sound that I was
beginning to learn well and spread her legs.  I settled in on my stomach
and pushed my whole face into her crotch, my nose opening her labia and my
tongue licking up and down the entrance to her cunt.  She smelled of sex--
equal parts sweat, my semen, and her vaginal juices.  She smelled
wonderful.  She woke fully after a few moments and laughed softly and
musically.
     She clenched my hair in her fists and tried to push my entire head
into her cunt.  My tongue teased her clitoris out of its hiding place and I
pursed my lips around its shaft and sucked hard.  Her fists tugged harder
at my hair, and that was beginning to hurt a little.  Okay, I thought,
and I nipped very lightly with my teeth at her clit.
     She squealed and let go of my hair.  "I give, I give!" she gasped.
I slid backwards off the end of the bed onto my knees and began hauling
her after me by her spread legs.  As her knees bent and her feet hit the
floor I stood and held out my hands.  She smiled and accepted them, and I
pulled her upright and wrapped my arms around her tightly.  She put her arms
around my neck and hung on.
     I kissed her neck and shoulder and she kissed every freckle on my
face.  We finally unclinched and looked at each other, grinning like
idiots.  "You know what this room smells like, don't you?" Connie laughed.
"What are the ladies in Housekeeping going to think when they walk in here
and take a deep breath of all the pheromones?"
     "Well," I laughed back, "we'd better make sure we don't smell the same
way when we read our papers this afternoon!  Care to split a shower?"
     Three minutes later we were standing under the hot, cascading water,
industriously soaping each other up and down, and paying special attention
to all the erogenous zones we could think of.  I thought briefly about how
many showers I had shared with Alex.  But this wasn't the same thing at all.
     After lathering up, we tried the "Bangkok method" of scrubbing --
rubbing our bodies together at all angles.  Connie pressed her small, firm
breasts against my shoulder blades and slowly worked her way down to my
ass.  Feeling her nipple travel down the crack in my ass gave me chills
even in the steamy shower.  When it was my turn, I made certain my
stiffening cock made the same trip, down her lower spine and the center
line of her ass.  I ended with my cock pushing between her legs from
behind.  She reached under and grasped the head of it, pulling it forward
and up snug against her crotch.  She flexed her thigh muscles, as Alex
sometimes did, but she was so much smaller that two inches of me protruded
in front of her.
     She laughed delightedly.  "Hey, it looks from here like I've become a
hermaphrodite!"  She wrapped one hand around it and began jerking me off,
all the while making absurd imitation-male sexual sounds.
     Two could play at almost any game, and I remembered the night before.
Sliding my soapy hand down between our bodies, I slipped my middle finger
easily into her asshole.  She sucked in between her teeth and jutted her
ass out without losing her grip on my cock.  Then I stiffened my finger
into a hook and slowly lifted up. Connie gasped and rose on tiptoe, letting
go of my cock to brace herself against the wall.
     I already knew her ass was, relatively speaking, the least experienced
part of her.  Now I had a blinding flash of lust: I wanted to get my cock
up that ass.  As tight as her cunt was, what must her ass be like?  My cock
came to full alert as the vision raced through my imagination.
     "Connie, ... have you ever been fucked in the ass?  I mean, I can't
tell you how much I want your asshole, but I won't do anything to hurt you."
     Her breasts were pressed against the tile but her ass was cocked at an
angle.  "I tried it once," she admitted between gasps of breath.  "The guy
tried to shove it in too fast and it really hurt.  But his cock was also
bigger than yours -- too big."  She paused.  "I want to try it again.
Having your finger in me is making me crazy!  But do it slow, and if I tell
you to, you have to stop.  Okay?"
     "Of course, Connie; I said I wouldn't hurt you, and I meant it."
     I carefully removed my finger and punched out a handful of
moisturizing lotion from the dispenser below the shower head.  Sliding my
finger back into her asshole, I made it as slippery as I could while I
spread lotion thickly over the head of my cock.
     "It'll be easiest if you spread your feet and touch your toes," I
said.  "I'll balance you, don't worry.  Put your feet on the nonskid
strips."
     I moved her around to face into the back corner of the shower and as
she bent over, I gripped her hips firmly and watched her anus opening
wider.  "You have to relax your ass muscles.  Push out, like you were
taking a shit.  I'll take it slow, but you have to relax."
     I felt the hot water pounding against my shoulder blades as I pressed
the head of my cock against Connie's anus.  She was resisting without
intending to and I heard her bite back a whimper.  But the lotion did the
trick and my cock popped through her sphincter.  I paused for a few
seconds, then held her hips steady as I pulled her ass slowly toward me.
She was alternately groaning and gasping, but she didn't ask me to stop. I
lathered a little more lotion on my cock as it disappered from view, and
then I realizedI was buried in her tight brown ass up to the hilt.
     "Are you okay?" I asked softly.  "I can take it out."
     Her teeth were clenched.  "It feels like I have an iron pipe at the
base of my spine.  It hurt at first, a little, but not now.  God, it feels
strange!  But I want you to fuck me!  I've never done this all the way and
I have to know what it feels like."
     I eased my cock out an inch or so, then pushed it back in.  I
continued, increasing the tempo, and it gradually became easier as the
muscles in her ass cooperated.  After a minute or two, Connie was standing
upright with her back arched and her beautiful ass almost horizontal. She
was moaning now and catching her breath with each penetration.  The natural
moisture inside her added to the lubrication and I soon found myself having
to control my frenzied lust, for fear of slamming into her too forcefully.
For a minute or two, I wanted to climb all the way up into her ass.  I
wished I had a twenty-inch penis, so I could reach up into her intestines.
The tight, smooth grip of her rectum on my cock combined with the vision of
her firm little rear as I watched myself sliding in and out of her.  And
the knowledge that I was the first explorer in this virgin territory added
to the vision.  All of this, combined with the previous night's exertions,
made me lightheaded.  I was seeing tiny colored lights at the edges of my
vision.
     My hands moved up to her small waist and I held on tightly,
controlling the tempo.  Connie didn't resist.  In fact, she was pushing her
ass back against my cock, trying to deepen each thrust.  Her mouth was open
and she was making repeated "Ahhhhhh..." noises.  I realized she was so far
gone, she probably didn't know what planet she was on -- and that
accomplishment was the last ingredient needed to trigger my orgasm.  I made
a final deep lunge and came like a fire hose, shooting what felt like whole
pints of cum up into her body.  Two or three more spasmodic plunges, and I
was empty.  God only knew how long it would take my body to manufacture
enough replacement semen to have sex again.  Weeks, probably.
     I felt Connie's knees begin to buckle, and I quickly wrapped one arm
around her waist and the other around her body and pressed her back against
my chest, leaning back for balance.  One hand cupped her breast and her
nipple was so erect it poked between my fingers.  Her arms hung loosely at
her sides and her head lolled back on my collarbone.  She was truly
impaled; the balls of her feet barely rested on the wet tile.  I could
never have supported a larger girl that way.
     "Oh, God, ... I don't believe it."  She was gasping for breath and
seemed on the verge of fainting.  "I came, ... I actually came, ...
incredible feeling, ... I feel ... so full, ... like ... like your cock...
is ten times ... its natural size."
     I began to ease myself out of her but she immediately fumbled behind
her, trying to grab my body.  "No! ... not yet! ... don't leave yet...."
     My own body was trembling and I wasn't sure how well I could support
even her weight.  One careful step at a time, I turned around where I
stood.  One slip and someone could break something, and it might be my
cock.  The water now beating against Connie's body seemed to revive her,
and she raised one hand to cover her face.  I backed up and braced myself
against the wall.
     "Connie?  I have to sit down before I fall down.  If we're careful,
you can sit in my lap and my cock will stay in you.  Okay?  Bend as I bend."
   I anchored my heels on the nonskid strips in the floor and lowered
myself to a sitting position, trying to keep my pelvis pushed forward so as
not to lose possession of Connie.  She kept her ass pressed back against my
crotch and her palms pressed out against the shower walls.  We made it
almost all the way down, but the last couple of inches I was overbalanced.
My ass landed with a thump and my knees splayed out; I was lucky not to
crack my tailbone.  Connie had unavoidably let half the length of my still
hard cock escape from her ass.  When I landed, so did she, and my penis
plunged back into her with real force.  She let out a little cry of pain,
but then stroked my thighs as she caught her breath, to let me know she was
okay.
     I scooted my lower body forward a little and Connie pressed herself
down even farther.  She sank her fingers in the sides of my thighs as she
moaned.
     "Michael, ... help me turn around.  You'll have to turn my hips around
so I don't lose you...."
     I rotated her body slowly and carefully on my cock and she lifted one
leg almost vertically to get it past my chest.  I bent my knees so she
could lean back against them, and she lifted her own legs with a hand
behind each knee.  Her legs were spread as far up and apart as it was
possible to do, even for a gymnastic body like hers.  But to my amazement,
her weight added almost another inch of penetration.  The contact between
us was so tight, strands of my pubic hair were tucked up into her anus.
She smiled, a little shakily.
     "I had no idea," she said huskily.  "I never came like that before,
without a guy in my pussy or eating me, or without bringing myself off. I
love having you in me like this!  I'll be sore for days and I don't know
when I can do this again, but I don't care.  It felt so fantastically
different....  I'm going to find a long vibrator, not so big around, and
have a *lot* of fun.  Oh, Michael, you're so beautiful!  This'll sound
strange, but you've given me a gift, a discovery.  I'll never forget the
last twelve hours -- never!"

    Connie was back in her tan suit, looking businesslike and professional
and academic, but still sexy and sensual ... or maybe that was just my
recent memories.  Just before we left the room with our bags, she leaned
against me and pulled my head down, and we shared a lenthy, soft, gentle
kiss.  Not passion this time, exactly, but affection.  And maybe a little
love.  Then she hugged me tightly around the neck and spoke quietly into my
ear.
     "Michael, you are something else.  And so am I.  You fucked me and
I fucked you more times last night, and in more different ways, than I've
ever managed in any 24-hour period.  God, you're good for me!"  She
squeezed me again and there was a choke in her voice.  "You're good for me
in other ways besides sex, too."
     I squeezed her back.  Even though I was going home to Alex, I knew I
would also miss this fantastic female.  "Connie, you don't know how good
you are for me, too.  I told you I loved Alex, and I meant it, absolutely
... but if she weren't there I'd be madly in love with you by now. You're
beautiful, sexy, smart, athletic, you have a personality that any guy would
fall for....  Did I mention 'sexy'?  I don't know why you aren't married.
I know it's none of my business, but I sure don't understand it."
     Her voice softened even more, her lips brushing my ear.  "Remember, I
said I had two relationships that ended badly?  I've been proposed to
twice, Michael, and I said 'No' both times.  That's why they ended.  I was
in love both times, too.  The first guy was really terrific but I turned
him down because I was afraid of the commitment.  Maybe that was a mistake,
but I'll never know.  Because if I ever marry someone, it will be permanent
and I'll be absolutely faithful.  I couldn't do it any other way.  Then,
when I fell in love the second time, I proved I was right not to say 'Yes'
the first time.  See what I mean?  I like men too much and I'd probably
fall in love once a week if I let myself.  Hell, Michael, I'm half in love
with you right now, too!  How could I give up an experience like last
night?  I wouldn't run around on the man I married ... but what if we got
bored with each other?  What if the sex got to be too ordinary?  I'm afraid
to take the chance!  I'm afraid of myself, I guess."
     I could feel the tears and the fluttering of her eyelashes on my ear.
I stroked her back and her hair and held her close for a few silent
minutes.  How could someone this wonderful be afraid of anything?  I almost
felt like crying with her, or for her.
     There was a bond between us now, I had no doubt of that.  I also felt
certain we'd be seeing each other again.
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