Mature The Book Signing

"Who is Barb?" she asked.

"Another delightful person," I answered, "great sense of humor and a big sexy round fuckable ass to die for!"

"Hey, how do you know Brooklyn?"

"Brooklyn Lamb?" I replied through the curtain, "I know her through social media, she's another author... one of us even. How do you know her?"

"She is on the list of attendees for this book signing," Britt explained, "she'll be here tomorrow - couldn't make for the start today. Her table next to mine was empty with just her sign up behind it."

"Tomorrow?" I asked, shutting off the water and stepping from the shower.

"Yep," she replied, "you seem interested?"

"Well," I said, "we're old friends online but we never met in person."

"You'll have plenty of time to meet and greet tomorrow," she observed, "now about these others I mentioned,"

"What about em?"

"Have you fucked them?"

"No," I snorted into my towel, "I've just chatted and flirted. I'm married, remember?"

She punched me in my bare belly and rolled her eyes. She then told me she'd charge me money for every time I forgot my situation back home. The punch didn't hurt... her words did a little, but only because they were all true.

"Why don't you meet?"

"It's complicated," I replied.

"Linda just uncomplicated it for you," she smiled back, "and you don't seem to see the benefits of current events,"

She was right of course, and while she was being right... there was a knock at the door. Room service had arrived. She had excellent taste... she knew what I'd have ordered from the hotel kitchen menu... she also ordered up champagne. Good call on both accounts Britt if you're reading this!

We ate sort of "camped-out" on the king-sized bed with our robes half open and our business hanging out. As we did she continued the conversation. She wasn't going to let it go that easily. In fact; she picked up right where she'd left off before the knock at the door.

"You know Bill," she observed, "you are now what a sports manager would refer to as a Free Agent. You know that, right?"

She was still poking this. She also ignored the fact that I was a little annoyed by the conversation. It was for my own good; as the saying would go. She continued with,

"Look you are now free to go out and hook up with these women. You can meet up and see if you like what you find. What is holding you back, Linda? She threw down the gauntlet by having the affair right in plain sight..."

I nodded into my champagne, agreeing with her.

"So what are you waiting for?"

What WAS I waiting for? She was right again. I pulled up my phone. Just as quickly as I'd done it, she snatched it from me, (she should have been a pick-pocket).

"WHAT THE FUH...?" I started to giggle.

"I got this baby," she replied, "finish your dinner and your champagne. We are gonna fuck again after this."

I could have smacked her. I so could have put her over my knee and spanked the ever-loving fuck out of her bratty ass but it was too funny. She texted Barb and left a message. Then she left one for Kris.

Not two minutes later my phone buzzed. From Barb I had simply, YES DO IT. From Kris I had, WHEN CAN U? I AM GOOD 4 IT. I texted back to them, telling them both I'd work out details.

Incidentally, if you are curious... this was the seminal event for what I described in my two later works, "Barb and Mollie; BFF's and More," and "Don't Think; Stop Thinking." There is more to all this but I don't want to get too far ahead... it's complicated sums it all up nicely still.

Let's just say, from here on in; Britt and I were more than just friends who fucked. We were mentors and sounding boards and we could be brutally fucking honest with one another when we weren't cuddling or smashing genitals.

It's still that way to this day. Britt and I are like siblings... siblings with an unhealthy incestuous relationship I will grant you, but hey - the shit worked for Game of Thrones.

Where was I? Oh yeah,

So dinner was pushed aside, as done as it was going to be. We were ready for round three, (as we were both interested in an old favorite of ours... Britt's lovely third input). There is just something absolutely wonderful about plying into her anus with my cock, and we were downright itchy for it!

She is one of those women who are simply built for anal sex. As for me, mother nature blessed me but not in the way you'd think. I've been told by more women than just Britt; my six inches is the perfect length for butt-banging a woman because it can go in balls deep and strike her g-spot from behind RIGHT ON THE GODDAMNED BUTTON! I'll wear that like a badge in fact. Let all those big cocked woodsmen stretch the pussies of their size-queens... (I could care less as I simply LOVE the grip of a girl's greasy gut-chute squeezing at my gonads).

I've never been so happy as when my cock is splitting some lovely ladies' tailpipe while I thrust, in and out... in and out; all while chewing on her neck and shoulders as she yelps and gasps. My enthusiasm goes back a way.

College was really the first place I'd learned the advantages of buggery. I had this girlfriend named Jenifer who was SUPER UBER Catholic. She wouldn't blow me... wouldn't take me in her pussy either, but I could slather her anus with Vaseline and she'd take my poker right up her naughty poop chute. I could then hammer away at the lovely twin globes of her ass to my heart's content. She was even nuts about it... she loved it.

It didn't take long for me to realize how much fun I'd been missing by just fucking pussies or by just getting blowjobs. There were advantages as well. There was still the bond between you and the girl from having intimacy, but there was less risk. If you found a girl who was into it (or who was hung up like Jenifer on that whole virginity thing), you could simply stretch her greased-up keister under a blanket while her roommate snored three feet away in the dark, (and you didn't worry about unwanted pregnancies)! I knew several girls who got in trouble in college but none of the women I happened to fuck.

Added to this... it's just so delightfully dirty and forbidden, fucking a woman in her nastiest of nasty holes. Over the years I sought out women (to include my wife Linda), who enjoyed ass-play and to tell the sweet honest truth... I've never regretted it!

So anyhow, we were both in the mood for some bedchamber butt-love. Brittni reached into a bag of toiletries and girlie what-nots she'd packed for the hotel stay. Fishing around for a moment, she found what she was looking for and then hauled out an enema bag. She held it up in triumph and gave me a wink. I stared in disbelief at what I saw in her hand.

There on the end of the bag were not one, but TWO nozzles. She burst out laughing at my look of shock and then reassured me with,

"Nope baby, this is just for me!"

"But why then, are there two...?"

"Errmmm," she interrupted, "maybe it's because I got a discount at the local sex shop. A sale is a sale and something like this is a great conversation piece!"

"How the hell would THAT conversation go?" I said, (more to myself than to her).

"Hah, hah," she replied to my stupid joke, shaking her head like she didn't know why she put up with me, "I'll be right back."

She dropped her robe and skipped into the bathroom with the device in hand; closing the door behind her. A few minutes and a flush of the toilet later, and she re-appeared in the doorway; a somewhat refreshed expression on her face as she turned on the bathroom fan as she exited. She had the look of a lady whose back door was happily empty and she was intent on filling it with something... me.

In no time she was back up on the bed, her head and shoulders down low and her lovely gymnast ass jutting up high. I dropped my robe and took up a position behind her with my dong already hard and ready to inflict some serious damage to her lovely dung dumper.

She opened a jar of Vaseline from her toiletries bag and handed it to me. I applied a large blob of grease to my cockshaft and then did the same Britt's pretty pink poo-pucker. She smiled and turned her eyes up at me over one shoulder. This was going to be good!

I now crouched above her in that all too familiar squat hover that the dude assumes for anal sex; angling my greasy stiffy to her sphincter ring and pushing against it. Her cute little balloon knot butthole resisted me, but only just a little.

As I sank my weight against it, her lovely mud button yielded to the forces of grease and blunt penile probing. I then felt her wonderfully greasy bottom open up and my cock shunted deep into the squeezing forbidden warmth of her so naughty ...but oh so pleasurable tightness; like a new freighter launched down a boat slip.

She huffed the air from her lungs. I was inside her stinky snugness; her tightest of holes. We were both basking in the intimacy of the moment as my veiny penis split her rectum; right between those gorgeous ass cheeks of hers. It was ... so marvelously primitive and hedonistic.

We waited. I let her get back her wind. She then gave a nod of her head and a glance over her shoulder up to me. I began to saw up and down into her insides.

Sex is intimacy, but anal in particular is a special kind of trusting intimacy. It's hard to adequately describe it. In doing this with you, the woman is essentially saying she knows you won't hurt her despite the potential for pain and discomfort. It also says she is good with you being exposed to her nastiness, (even if she's been washed out clean as a hound's tooth; she's still thinking about how clean she might be).

It's basically her saying she's good with you getting acquainted with her pink stinky forbidden zone. She completely makes herself both vulnerable and submissive to you simultaneously with one stiff greasy push up her anus. The fact that we'd done this way back on our very first night (and for her being such a classy young woman to begin with), well... it spoke volumes to the bond we'd already established.

We bounced up and down against one another; my cock plowing back n' forth near vertical against her insides; the only sounds in the room being our gasps and the shaking of the bed against the air-conditioning's cool hum. After a minute or so we switched things up; going to a modified doggy position with her on all fours and myself rowing at her hips. From this position we fell over sideways in a spooning anal rut on our sides that allowed for me to massage her clit and pussy; all while pinching her nipples and chewing on her shoulders and neck; the whole experience making her squeal and giggle with glee.

We half-rolled after a few minutes; with myself on my back and Britt lying atop with her spine resting against my belly facing the ceiling. She parted her thighs wide; giving my fingers lovely access to her pussy as my free hand continued to tweak her teats and my mouth covered her neck n' shoulders with more nips n' nibbles. It was now as if I was playing this incredibly sexy musical instrument in bed; a girl-guitar I had to fuck as I plucked and strummed and she squeaked and squealed. It was heavenly!

We mixed it up again. At some point I simply picked her pixie frame up; not in the same way you would carry someone across a threshold or lift up a puppy or kitten. Nope. I'd seen this in some porns online and always wanted to try this.

We'd been fucking and fucking with her lying atop me and eventually my legs were hanging over the foot of the bed; so I simply hooked her knees over my arms from behind and raised her legs up as I growled in her ear,

"Your legs are going behind your ears baby-doll!"

"Just don't break me," she squealed as my cock continued to shuttle up and down in her tight little bottom-hole, before she added, "well... maybe you can break me just a little!"

She was such a brat, (and as luck would have it we now were in the perfect position for a man to deal with a bratty girl). I was now seated on the edge of the bed with Brittni in a Full-Nelson, fucking her anus like it was a pussy as she wailed and hollered. It was then I simply... stood up with her.

That little pixie was light as a Kleenex box. I could barely believe what we were doing but we were doing it. I was fucking her in the asshole while standing with her!

"Can you move a little to the left, baby?" she asked.

I knew instantly what she wanted. I side-stepped slightly and BOOM... we were fucking FULL NELSON STANDING ANAL with her and myself watching the show in the vanity mirror. We were our very own porno!

It was so incredibly overwhelming and sexy. I mean the starkness of it was incredible. It was almost a ...what do you look at first, experience. I mean we could see the cock sliding up into the asshole, giving that pretty pixie pucker an OH SO NASTY stretch, and the pussy above it; squishing and stretching with each stroke!

We could look up and down at the whole affair; the two naked consenting people in the mirror enjoying each other immensely; reveling in the perversity of the moment. We could see each other's eyes and expressions... that was the sexiest I think; the eyes watching the eyes and traveling down to the sex and back up to the eyes again. It was as if we were watching a video clip of us ass-fucking that we actually could feel; absolutely gorgeous and decadent in the same exquisite instance!

At some point I sat back down upon the edge of the bed with her still riding "hooked" upon my junk as we continued to ogle ourselves; very much voyeurs to our own filthy badness and wickedry. I now simply mashed her down upon my cock like she was this marvelously lightweight and pliable masturbatory implement, that weighed oh so very little... almost like I was fucking a shrieking pillow that just happened to have a pussy and a tight little dunghole that was simply out of this world! It was now that Britt decided to add something a bit "more" to the hijinks.

She ran her tongue across her lips as she made eye contact with me and coning her fist; she began pushing at first her fingers, and then her whole hand up into her slippery pink snatch-pit. She began fisting herself... in and out, in and out; as fast as she could work her tiny little arm.

This was a whole new level of horniness! We could see everything, and I could quite clearly smell the lovely heady scent of butt-sex; plus, now I could feel Britt's fingers plunging on just the other side of her anal/vaginal partition as she plunged herself out like she was a stopped up drain! Apparently between her masturbatory fist-fuckery and my cock colliding up her crapper from the back her g-spot could hold out any longer. With her free hand tweaking pinching her nipples her face began to twist and contort as unmistakably, she began to shudder her way through an approaching climax. It didn't take long either.

"WAAAAHHHHHHH!" she hollered good and hard from her diaphragm as her eyes rolled up in her head and she sent a generous splash of girlie drippings onto the floor and the edge of the bed.

Our eyes made contact for a moment. We were egging each other on now. She wanted another splattering body shaker and I wanted to empty my balls up her backside... just not yet, oh no not yet! I kept mashing her down onto my shaft and she kept playing "plumber" with her puss-pipe as her cunt made lovely squishes and sloshes. My mouth found her neck and I began to knaw on her like she was an ear of corn.

"Oh YEAH Bill," she gasped, "bite and chew the shit out of me. FUCKING DEVOUR ME!"

She kept urging me on as I fed on her neck and spine, telling me to bare down with my teeth and eat her for desert! It didn't take long. On top of everything she was yanking her nipples like stuck dresser drawers and her g-spot was now getting hammered from both holes like a fleshy hypersensitive telegraph key. No... it didn't take long at all!

"Ooooh *gasp* OH SHIT BILL," she hollered, "YEAH BABY JUST LIKE ... UGGGH THAAAAT!"

Her face made this sort of sad twisted stretchy frown, like a drama mask above the entrance to an old time theater. Her brow furrowed, and she cut loose with another splash and shudder that this time traveled halfway to the wall!

"OH GAWD YES!" she wailed. I wasn't nearly done however.

I rolled us back onto the bed and re-inserted myself up into the greasy snugness of her anus, this time with her lying on her back in a sort of modified missionary position. I wanted her asshole but I wanted to look her in the face when I nutted. I wanted to see her eyes, I wanted to kiss her lips. I wanted the thrill of buggery but with the bond of intimacy ... and I wanted more.

We'd done this position before... during the lost weekend. It was a favorite of ours actually. I'd launched several loads up her gut chute this way but now, having seen her fist herself and make herself squirt like a busted water-main; well it gave me an idea.

She had her lovely gymnast legs up behind her ears; ankles in back of her shoulders. It's a position often referred to as Slavic style. Only a few women are this flexible but it makes for oh so sexy fucking; anal or vaginal it doesn't matter. I began to rut her red hot rectum absolutely rotten as she commenced again to fist her pussy with one hand while she diddled her clit with the other.

Our lips met... it was a good long kiss... a make-out kiss. I could see that the kiss was actually forcing her toes just behind her ears to open and close involuntarily. If you haven't guessed... I like kissing.

It was now I put my idea to work. I pulled back from the kiss; continuing to hammer at her hemorrhoids but now I pulled her hand from her twat; replacing her fingers with mine. She let out a happy shriek and pinched both her nipples as if she were angry at them saying,

"Oh yea baby, that's just the way I want it... that's ... just ... the... way! OOOH!"

Her mouth became a torrent of raging obscenities and profanity. That is the sexy thing about Britt. She is an extremely classy lady but she is very much in touch with her sensual "inner classy slut" and it comes through with her potty mouth when she is feeling REALLY hot.

"You know baby," she said as I slammed in and out of her from both ends, "I have one regret. You know what that is?"

I shook my head NO as I continued to split her in the shitter. She gasped and continued with...

"I really wish I could have you and another woman this weekend like this in a threesome! *gasp* I mean it would make me so fuckin' *gasp* hot to have an older woman!"

I listened intently.

"I would love to have," she went on, "any of a number of women with you. I've used you to jill-off at night when I was alone, flipping my bean and imagining you and I were getting it on with another woman in my bed... doing sick freaky shit all night long."

I was still thrusting away but keenly interested in what she had to say.

"It's why," she gasped, "I was so sad about you and Linda. I wanted you and Linda to have me and take me!"

LINDA. So sexy Linda! That Achilles heel part of my psyche now convulsed as my imagination went wild picturing what it would be like to have my soon to be ex and this absolutely magnificent friend with benefits. To have the love of my life and this little pixie would be the ultimate and her suggestion did it for me. She knew what she was doing.

"AAARRRRGGGHHHH, OH SHIT" I snorted and snarled. I was going to have to nut good and hard!

Britt pulled my hand away and plugged her pussy once more with her own fist and my thumb found her clitty nub and began to frantically diddle her. Down below I felt my balls shudder as my cum tickle built. Britt began to shudder once again as we both screamed a duet; caught up in another bed-shaking orgasm; her cunt spewing lady drippings as I jetted in her asshole one hot ropey load after another.

I leaned back and pulled my dong from her dirt chute. Britt brought her legs down from behind her head. As she did so, I caught a glimpse of her gaping butthole; wide and dripping my jizz like glaze from a donut hole. It was so wonderfully hot to see. Although I'd just nutted, my cock twitched and dribbled at the sight.

In a flurry of equally inspired nastiness, Britt flipped herself around and wrapped her lips around my dong, giving me a nasty cleansing blowjob. For Britt (being part of the pharmaceutical world), ass-to-mouth is especially wrong and taboo... but she's confided with me in the past,

"...in the heat of passion a girl simply cannot help herself. There is that nasty cock, dripping with your jizz and her badness and the girl just dives on it and takes it in her mouth!"

This was one of those times, happily. I ran my fingers through that lovely dishwater blonde mane of hers as she sucked and sucked and sucked until my cock was clean. Finally, we collapsed into each other in a heap of bawling sweaty relief; all gasps and heaving chests. We kissed again... then there was the cuddle... a good long one.

I rolled atop her. She parted her legs. My flagging penis found its way inside her pussy. I was not quite limp but not quite erect... able to maintain penetration as she gently rocked her hips against my depleted ding dong. We talked dreamily and caressed each other's faces. I may have nodded off.

Did I fall asleep? I think I did. More cuddles followed... more kisses, sniffs, nibbles and smells.

Somewhere along the line we reached for the Champagne in the ice bucket and a couple of bites of leftover dinner found its way into her mouth and then my mouth. We were feeding each other and snuggling. Then at some point we did what all writers do after sex... we got out our laptops and started writing.

Neither of us could stay away from our devices very long. The difference was we both were naked and smelled of sex funk... and there was one more thing. As we typed we were "conjoined."

Let me try to pain the picture... I was sitting up in the bed with my back against the mountain of pillows like I was trying to keep it all from falling over. I had my legs parted and Britt was lying on her tummy with her head and shoulders down by my knees and ankles; a pillow under her belly. Her legs were parted and her knees were to either side of my hips and flanks so that my elbows could rest on the backs of her knees as I typed; the bottoms of her feet somewhere up to either side of my shoulders. That left her ass.

Her ass it seems, was plopped right across my lap. We were lying like a pair of jacks, (or perhaps a strange twisted letter X, if you can imagine it). Atop her fine gymnast tushy I'd placed my laptop, (and down between my ankles she had hers).

Oh... there was one more thing, the most important part; Britt had taken my semi rigid cock and fed it into her pussy as we settled in "to our work," typing away on individual projects. In this way I could look down and stare at her lovely ass as I worked and every now rock my hips up into her in a slow delicious fuck, (by the way you'll find it interesting that every time she and I get together to this day to write in the same room ... or couch ...or secluded pool - this is a favorite way for us to be creative). What? Some of you still toss scribbles on scratch paper at a table I suppose?

Anyhow, I also found I could absentmindedly drop a thumb down and rub the pink raspberry crater of her anus with my thumb and as I tickled her rim trying to think of a word... eventually the word would pop into my head. Likewise; she would absentmindedly reach beneath herself and fondle my balls like dice until a word that escaped her found its way onto the page. It's a magical sort of "sexual study hall" trick and I wish I'd thought of it back in college!

"What are you working on," she broke the silence, "I mean, besides my butt-hole with your thumb?"

"A scene from my latest chapter of Mom's Big Bed," I said pulling my thumb away from her ass, "I have been meaning to finish it for some time and now that last fuck we had inspired me and..."

"I didn't say stop with the thumb," she pouted over her shoulder at me, " I just wanted to know,"

"Very well," I answered returning my thumb to her mud-button and making little circles," by the way, what are you working on?"

"Gang bang story," she answered, "I pull a train at an American Legion Convention in a hotel. I am about halfway through the first draft. So... with Mom's Big Bed, I have a question,"

"Okay?"

"You mention the young man's name, Ian Cory?"

"Yes?"

"Is he real?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered, "what of it?"

"How did you meet?"

"Writing convention," I answered, "it was in the same hotel that he and his group of people were filming a porno movie of his,"

"You mean him and his harem?" Britt smiled over her shoulder.

"A couple of them were there. I was introduced to them all at the bar. Ian was very matter of fact about it... he came up and said, 'You write porn? I live porn... you should write about me and these ladies here with me... now THAT is a story I have been aching to tell. So he told me it over a beer... I took some notes and kept his email address. He related all the things that went on with him and that crazy family of his and over time... I had enough to start writing."

"Ian Cory who went to Arizona State," she said.

"Yeah," I asked, "what of it again? You know him?"

"Its ... complicated," she said stealing my favorite answer and with a voice that trailed off like she was considering something difficult or troubling but was definitely not saying any more on the matter.

"By the way," she added, "I'll be moving soon."

"Moving," I said, "where to?"

"Job opportunity in Phoenix," she answered, "position at a pharmaceutical gig. Big hospital... I'll be only a few hours away from you..."

"And closer to Ian Cory, I assume?"

"It's complicated," she said again with more than a bit of annoyance. I just let it go. I knew when I was stroking a cat's fur the wrong way. No need for that... especially when that pussy was stroking me back so nicely!

She changed the subject. Actually my phone changed it for us. It buzzed and I picked it up. I texted a reply and set it down. She snatched it up... nosey little parker!

"Who is Chryssy?"

"How is it spelled?" I asked trying to type.

"C... H...R...Y... S...S...Y."

"Oh, she is another author from the Midwest. Really loves sex... hot bi BBW with curves in all the right spots."

"Wait... Chryssy," she shot back over her shoulder, "you know her?"

"Yep," I said typing away, "how do you know h...?"

"It's a complicated small world," she commented clicking away on my phone.

"Errrmm whatcha doing?" I asked.

"Same thing I did with the last two," she answered still going tap tap tap on the keys.

I shrugged. I was good with it. She had my best interests at heart and she knows precisely what to tell women... (she is one, after all).

She kept messing with my phone, looking and snooping while I tapped on my keyboard and thumb diddled her asshole as my cock slid back and forth in her pussy pit. A few minutes later I had a text. Britt showed me Chryssy's reply which read,

"YES! YES YES YES! WHAT TOOK U SO LONG? WHEN? WHERE?"

Britt replied back to Chryssy, stating that I'd settle the details later and that I was traveling at the moment. Britt was good at setting the stage and putting things in motion. She was also a good fibber; I'll give her that.

"Of course you know," Britt said over her shoulder, "with regard to some of these people on your phone, I may be a little selfish with them. I have needs too,"

"Needs? Such as?"

"Such as sharing them with you. Oh I want you to hook up with them, but I want to be there too, to make it a special threesome. I have my little - short list, as it were. You understand?"

"I do," I replied, "but then who in particular are you interested in and what are you...?"

"I became interested," she interrupted anticipating my thoughts, "either because I read about these women in your stories, or because I have history with them and want to have something special with you and them. As for the who part, at the top of the list is Annette Bishop."

"Annette?" I said with raised eyebrows.

"Yes," she giggled, "we've both done stories about her, now I'd like some special time with her. She is at the top of my love-making bucket list, and I think that me and her could put you over the moon if given half a chance!"

I rolled my hips involuntarily at her words, sending my cock slooshing up inside her. He suggestion agreed with me, what can I say? I know what my appetites are and I know what I like. My cock does too. I just had to scratch the itch created by the fantasy image she'd put in my head.

"So who else is on your short list of people we should double team?" I asked while jutting my pelvis back and forth up into her sex-hole; becoming turned on.

"Amanda... Annette's friend and bosom buddy?"

Annette and Amanda were old friends from Literotica and even older friends from... well, give my Bishop stories a read. Both were gorgeous educated women but only one was a writer. The two had a bit of a thing going on and off for years. The point is both had a bit of history of one sort or another with Britt, (although nobody really told me all that much). I'm the last to know anything really.

"Excellent choice," I remarked as if I was a waiter commenting on Brittni's selection of house wines, "both of those ladies are remarkable people and..."

"You've thought about them?" she said rocking her hips under my laptop and giving my cock a pussy stroke with a mischievous grin on her face.

"What of it?" I replied rocking my hips back into her.

"I KNEW it!" she giggled, "Oh, I sooo knew it!"

She was acting as though she'd uncovered new evidence in the Kennedy assassination. She now had a huge smirk across her lips. She patted me reassuringly on my knee saying,

"Don't worry baby, I've felt the very same way about those two for a good long time."

"Bet you have," I said, more to myself than her, "so anyone else?"

"Nurse Nancy," she replied, "and Lynn, although you know her as Lusty Lynn the sexy biker nurse. That would be the easiest to arrange."

"Why is that?"

"Because my gig in Phoenix will be at Healing Hands Memorial Hospital," she said allowing the words to sink in.

I was stunned at the realization. Healing Hands? The same place as Lynn and Nancy?

"So you'd be..."

"Yep," she giggled, "one in the nest! Somebody on the inside... a connection."

Now it was my turn to let it all sink in. There was a big long pause... then realizing the beauty of it all coming together I thought,

What the Hell? What's there to lose? Linda left YOU right?

"Ok," I said, "anyone else?"

"Patience," she giggled, "I am sure we'll be able to go down through our list of favorites and find all kinds of matches. In the meantime, I need another fuck, and a REAL fuck... not just you stroking back 'n forth while you type. Wait a minute... "

She fumbled in the bag beside her and then thrust something in my face. It was big and yellow... the size of a lemon-drop.

"Here, take it!" she exclaimed, shaking it before my nose.

"What in the hell is that?"

"It's a performance enhancer. I got it from Annette. Her med research group at Praetorian has been developing it ever since they made an acquisition of some big pharma company two years ago. Its nickname is a 'Golden Nugget.' I gave one to my boyfriend and he tore me up all night long!"

"But I don't need..."

"Are you in the mood to fuck or sleep?"

"Well I was thinking of a sleepy little spooning cuddle fuck where..."

"I want one more good hard smash session... then you can cuddle fuck me all you want."

"And is it safe?"

"How should I know?" she shrugged, "It's all still in research."

"And how did Annette manage to give you..."

"It's complicated!" she said with an increasing note of annoyance. God he loves asking questions, she was probably thinking.

With her tone sounding the way it did, I just decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I reached forward and took the pill from her. I put in in my mouth and seized up the champagne magnum from the ice bucket next to the bed, (with a horse-pill this big I'd need something to wash it down with).

"Is that such a good idea?" she chided over her shoulder?

"You my doc?"

"No... just don't know what booze will do with that pill."

"We have half a liquor store in both of us," I reminded her.

"Good point," she agreed, "anyhow, you should be ok."

"Should be?" I said with the big nasty lemon drop of a pill still sticking in my cheek.

"You gonna do it or..."

I cut her off by just tipping up the bottle and swallowing that big nasty lump down. The nickname "Golden Nugget" was a good one, as it went down like an oversized pebble. I just hoped the bang was worth the buck on this.

I took one more swig of Champagne and then passed it to Britt. She took a swill and then just watched me over her shoulder after shutting off her IPAD.

We talked and I typed for a few minutes. I still had a few more paragraphs in Mom's Big Bed I wanted to hammer out. I also had some notes for a new book that I needed to put on my computer and I wanted to...

"Oooh," I gasped.

"What?" Britt asked pulling the Champagne magnum from her lips and wiping her mouth.

"Indigestion I think," I sighed.

It felt like I'd swallowed an ice cube whole, and was trying to get it to melt in my chest. Then the pain went away. We kept talking and I kept typing and then after a minute or so...

"Oohhh,"

"What," she asked, sounding concerned, "you ok?"

I told her I wasn't sure. That bubble in my chest had come back... and I felt a weird rush to my toes and fingers. It was like all the blood was being pushed about inside me and it didn't quite have the directions to the party. The bubble subsided. Then I felt it return... then I felt calm, blissfully calm but quite... I don't know... alert.

"Baby?" Britt said.

"I'm good, I just had a little gas bubble or something from the bubbly and..."

"No," she interrupted, "you just swelled up inside my pussy like. Oh God it's so cool... it's like its ALIVE!"

Then I felt it. I was stiff as fucking a police night-stick down there... and an angry one at that! I mean my cock was absolutely RAGING!

I hit save on my work and set the laptop aside and then checked things out. Yep, I had a throbber of an erection. It was a little painful too. It reminded me of my teens... when you get those ferocious erections in school that just will not quit and that hurt so bad you want to beat it like a galley slave just to make the ache go the fuck away.

"Hope you're ready to smash," I said, "because I sure as fuck am now!"

We made a quick switch around on the bed with her doggystyle, ass high and head on the pillows. I got in my best pornstar-bent knee'd crouch and commenced to plow her pussy from behind; sawing away at that little heart-shaped hiney with my hands on her tiny hour-glass figure. I was furiously just trying to wreck that pussy with each smash; desperately trying to soothe this thing between my legs. Britt was blubbering and wailing into the pillows, "Uuughh OH YEAH BABY LIKE THAT!"

We sawed and banged for several minutes, right up until I felt that good old familiar rush. That was where familiar shook hands with the unfamiliar. I mean, I felt myself shudder and I felt Britt shake and sob her way through a good old fashioned body shaker of an orgasm. My balls roared and I spouted, spraying a shower of baby-batter up her puss-pipe. Nothing unusual about that, but then I noticed... my stiffie was still stiff, and what's more - it looked and felt like it needed anger management training!

We got in the missionary position and rutted. Britt kissed me deep and stroked my face; alternately saying soothing sweet nothings or whispering the nastiest foulest fucking shit imaginable in my ear. The whole time her feet and legs were splayed up high like a set of crooked rabbit ears as I slam... slam... SLAMMED between them; deep down into that pussy, hitting it like I was fucking mad as hell with both it AND HER!

Nothing doing though. She yelped her way through another big "O" and I nutted inside her ... but it wouldn't go down. I had a boner you could crack walnuts with still.

She sucked me. She gave me a first rate sloppy blowjob and had me crying and thrashing my head in pure joyous agony. Nothing. I nutted and she swallowed, (only to find out I was still stiff as a fine for doing 70 in a school zone).

Anal! That would do it! We went back to our old favorite. No luck. We cried out and came as I filled her rectum with a generous jet of nut-sauce but my cock still looked like something pulled from a hardware bin at Home Depot.

"I'm sorry baby," Britt apologized, "I saw something similar with my boyfriend but not this severe."

"Wait," I stopped her, "you mean to tell me, this same thing happened with your boyfriend? How long did it last with him?"

"Well, we got a really late start that night but if you both were to begin at the same time, I say his finally went down an hour and a half ago."

"So why did you give me this if you knew of side effects?"

"Everybody is different and I didn't think it would be this severe... plus a girl has... needs?" she said looking at the floor. She didn't want to make eye contact. It was ok... I wasn't pissed as much as concerned.

I got up and stepped into the bathroom. I needed to go.

As it turned out I had just enough of a post-fuck droop to allow me to piss. I got a good solid piss stream going into the toilet and was able to make myself empty. Just as I was about to shake myself dry, Britt's hand's touched me on the flanks. She was trying to be tender and show how sorry she was about this... but the effect was immediately to send my cock rushing with blood; stiff and straight as a ruler once more.

"Look on the bright side baby," she said hugging me from behind. Your cock is reacting as if you are thirteen again. You have me until the end of the book signing... why not you harness that fifty-year-old experience to that throbbing teenage ding dong and enjoy these next few days. It will go down eventually."

I took in what she'd said ...and it made perfect sense. I mean, here I was with something all teen boys are embarrassed about; an inadvertent stiffy that simply wouldn't quit... oh but for me, it was something I could not only be proud of - I could really do some damage given all I knew! It was like I had the Fountain of Youth throbbing away between my legs, spouting cum on command and rushing with blood up and down those blue-green veins.

"I see your point," I told her as I spun about and kissed her.

Her eyes glanced down. She giggled and looked up into my face saying,

"No, at the moment I see yours!"

We chuckled and stepped into the shower. We lathered up and let the hot water relax us, then we toweled off and headed for bed.

"Spoon me baby," she told me, "I want to drift off to sleep with that stiff up inside me."

"Fine by me," I said as I slid in behind her; our bodies making a nice Lego stack together.

I pushed my stiffie up to the mouth of her pussy from behind. With a sweet little gasp and sigh she shifted her hiney around until I slipped inside her. We were now like "hand to glove" and began a gentle rocking fuck in the darkness of the hotel suite.

"You upset?" she whispered.

I brought my hands up and grabbed her tits from behind in a soft squeezy grope. I thought for a moment and tweaked her nipples as I considered her question before I finally kissed along her shoulders and whispered back,

"No,"

I then proceeded rock my hips; shunting my cock back and forth inside her while my hands went to work rubbing her back, her shoulders and nipples (in-between kisses of that swanlike neck of hers). We cuddle-fucked like that for some time in the darkness until we both shuddered through happy little cums and spurts before drifting off to sleep.

We slept conjoined like that; she impaled by my member and me, content in the warm velvet snugness of her pussy. A few times in the night we awoke... either of us slowly coming around and rocking a gentle fuck against the other until we got the shuddering shake we needed to drift back to sleep. We enjoyed that quiet narcoleptic rut session; in and out of consciousness and blissfully wallowing in the intimacy of it all. Bliss.​