Loni's World:  Vixan Flight  Part 2 
by Tony Lee Gomes
Welcome to VIX! The female-dominated planet of the far future!


SOME BACKGROUND: The year is 4798. A thousand years before, a new world was
colonized, 88 light years from Old Earth. This earthlike planet was discovered
and called Clairvis. Then, 175 years later, when a group of female supremacist
geneticists took over the government, the planet was renamed Vix. Now, Old
Earth is ancient history -- its civilization destroyed by war, pestilence and
strife -- but the genetically-engineered descendants of humans live on, here
on the planet Vix!

Within several generations, this group of militant feminist geneticists, under
the veil of a secretive corporation called GENEX, succeeded in
genetically-engineering the planet's people into a new race, a
female-dominated race. Vixan women are built like Amazons -- tall, strong, and
athletic. Their brains are hardwired to be more logical and sharper at
mathematics and reasoning than their males' brains.

Vixan women have broad shoulders, long legs, strong arms, and although the
"secondary sex characteristic" of breasts has been preserved, their breasts do
not give milk and their nipples are not "erogenous zones" for sexual pleasure
-- because Vixan females are not the nurturing sex. Furthermore, Vixan females
have been forever freed of pregnancy and childbirth. Although Vixan men and
women have normal, vaginal sexual relations, fertilization to perpetuate the
Vixan race takes place in vitro, and gestation on Vix takes place in public
laboratories called "gestatoria", where newborn infants are born, then sent to
"childorms" to be reared by male nannies called "chatties".

Vixan males are shorter and physically weaker than their females. With a
penis, moustache and some body hair, and no breasts, Vixan males resemble the
males of Old Earth. But they are really a brave new breed of males -- with
narrow, pert shoulders and broad, curvaceous hips. With their voluptuous,
hourglass-shaped bodies designed for one thing -- passion -- Vixan males are
slaves to their naughty sexual desires, and lust after the tall, beautiful,
athletic Amazons who run their government, fight their wars, fly their
spaceplanes, and rule their planet.

And now, we continue with the story of Loni Taormina and his world...

*****

"Mr. Tarmeena? Mr. Tarmeena?" called the young cabin steward. "Your breakfast
order?" He wore a blue STA uniform identical to Jodi Newsome's, and had a pale
pink skullcap on his head. A light pink apron covered most of his uniform, and
a rectangular badge on his chest said simply "Adona".

Loni opened his eyes and blinked into the young man's face. "Breakfast?" he
asked, somewhat disoriented. "I thought it would be lunch time by now."

"I just need your order."

"What do you have?"

"The selections were announced ten minutes ago."

"Yeah, and I was sleeping."

"Yeah, well you missed it then."

"Thanks a lot!"

Cleo touched a purple button on Loni's overhead panel and Loni's holo emulator
lit up with a breakfast menu. Egg squeeze, salmon squeeze, cantaloupe squeeze,
mixed fruit squeeze, flavored soymilk squeeze, and other types of zero-gravity
"squeezes" dominated the menu.

"I'll have the salmon and cantaloupe. With a terraberry juice, no ice."

"Very good. And Mr. Marberg?"

"I'll have the organza fruit squeeze and a hot black kava with jumin syrup."

"Your orders will be here in five minutes."

Adona, the cabin steward, turned to the other side of the spacecraft, one row
of seats behind the row Cleo and Loni were in. An attractive young dark-haired
businesswoman was seated there, speaking into a headset microphone to someone
on the Hive.

"Good morning, Ms. Dunwell," said Adona to the woman in his best cheerful,
sing-song voice. Adona stood and waited with his hands on his hips. "Looks
like you're deep in conversation there. Must be important business."

"It's just my office back on Vix."

"Could I interest you in some breakfast?"

"What's on the menu?" asked the dark-haired woman.

"Oh, sweetie, do you need to keep talking, because if you do, I can bring you
a nice breakfast selection tray and let you pick whatever you want."

"Oh really? How long will that take?"

"I just have to go up there to the kitchen and ask Jodi or Nikki for a sampler
tray. It shouldn't be more than a minute."

"No, don't bother. Just tell me what's on the tray."

"Oh, sure. We have gell-fried egg squeeze, and either fanouli cheese sauce or
bean-mustard squeezes to go along with it. We've got salmon squeeze which you
can get with pepper sauce squeeze on the side. They're my favorite!" Adona
giggled. "The pepper sauce is so-ooo good." His eyes widened. "And then we
have fruit squeezes --cantaloupe, grape, grapple. And what else? Organza,
terraberry and mixed. And of course we have juice and kave... Five kinds of
juice - terraberry, grapple, organza, mixed tropical, and rum-fruit punch."

"Can I have two gell-fried egg squeezes and a mixed fruit?

"You want two gell-fried eggs and a mixed fruit? No problem!"

"Would you like to try our fanouli cheese squeeze? I like the fanouli cheese
sauce myself. And it's great with mustard sauce.""

"I'll take the fanouli cheese. No mustard sauce. And a grapple juice."

"Anything else this morning, sweetie?"

"Hear that?" Cleo asked.

"What?"

"Listen to the way little Adona the cabin steward serves that attractive young
woman back there. You'll never hear him give as much attention to a male
passenger."

"Little prickhead. Little Adona is probably horny."

"He wasn't very friendly or helpful to you."

"I'm a fuckin' man, in case you haven't noticed. Adona is just a horny little
cabin steward who flirts with cute girls all day. What else do you expect a
ditzy cabin steward to do? They want to fuck every cute passenger they see and
then find their future wife on the spaceplane. That's why they go into those
jobs. You think it's the pay? I looked into it, those guys don't get paid
shit."

"Hey, if I were Adona I'd go for that pilot. What was her name? Captain
Cherilyn Brandwell?"

"She's probably married. She's the Captain, she's probably the oldest girl up
there, right? I'd go for that brunette, Nancy Witherspoon. She's probably
around 25. She's a cutie. Nice, soft brown hair - cute hairstyle. Darling
green eyes. I wonder how tall she is?"

"I saw her walking into the plane. She's tall enough. At least 186, 187."

"Oooooh, I can deal with that! Just my size!"

"I thought you liked blondes, though."

"I like anything hot, baby. I wouldn't mind fucking that Nancy. The prim
engineering type. The class brain. 'Interplanetary cruising speed, sixty-three
point two Spatial Axis Degrees by Ninety-nine point five Spatial Axis
Degrees,' Loni said, mocking Nancy Witherspoon's voice. "I'd fuck her lights
out and show her what it's like to be with a real man."

"Well, Loni, with your figure it should be a good experience for the both of
you."

Loni turned to face Cleo directly, smiling. "Oh yeah? How do you mean?"

"I think you've got ... the right assets."

"I wonder what kind of assets she's got. Did you check out her body?"

"Tall, lanky, long legs. Kind of hard to check out her body in that uniform,
though. It's not like the skimpy little uniform your volleyball player,
Darrelyn, wears."

Loni crossed his leg and put one long, manicured fingernail between his two
front teeth, something he generally did when in a pensive mood. He rocked one
of his crossed legs, in a nervous, fidgeting way.

"Hmmm... Let's check up on this girl, Nancy." Loni looked above and in front
of him, into the air. "Here's a little trick I learned as a legal secretary.
Hive, access Systemwide Transportation Authority public hivesite, access
personnel files. Access Witherspoon Nancy, First Officer, biography."

There was a long beep, then the air in front of Loni hissed as a big square of
glowing blue static clarified into a hivepage, with Nancy Witherspoon's
holopic on the left side, and her curriculum vitae on the right.

"Let's see. Nancy Morgan Witherspoon. Born in Saster City, Sasteria, July 12,
773. How old does that make her?"

"Young."

"A couple of years younger than me, right?" Loni said, rocking his crossed
leg, faster and more impatiently. His heart pounded.

"Well, do the math."

"I'm a guy, I'm not very good at math."

"I'm a guy, too."

"Yeah, but you're - an older guy. They taught more math to men back in your
days."

"Well you were born in what, 769? And you're 27 next week. She was born in
773, that means Nancy is 23. In fact, she just turned 23 last month."

"That's nice. She's four years younger than me. Let's see where she went to
school... Oooh, she graduated with high honors from the Eastern Sasteria
University in 793, with a Major in Orbital and Spatial Engineering! Graduated
from STA Flight School in 794, licensed spaceplane pilot Class I. Promoted to
First Officer January 7, 796."

"Pretty impressive credentials for such a young girl. Is she married?"

"Okay, uhhh... Marital Status - unmarried! I think I'm falling in love!"

"For the fifth time this week, right? I think you're just horny."

"I have a weakness for brainy girls, I guess."

"Well, I don't see how being a spaceplane pilot makes her especially brainy.
Besides, she probably has a guyfriend. As cute as she is, she probably has a
guyfriend on each planet in the system, and half the orbitals. She's a pilot
and she's nice-looking - the men are probably all over her."

"Well, I guess you're right, but... She's pretty gorgeous, though."

"Remember, you have got one incredibly attractive 192 centimeter tall blonde
student-athlete that we've got to get you together with, once we get to
Denara."

Loni turned his head quickly in Cleo's direction. "You mean it? You'll help
hook me up with Darrelyn?"

"We'll try. I can't guarantee anything but I'll give it a try. Remember, my
wife is a visiting professor at her school."

Another cabin steward with an identical skullcap and apron, and a nametag that
read "Marti", approached and announced, "Breakfast, gentlemen?" He attached a
serving tray to Loni's armwrests, and another to Cleo's. On the trays, he
placed each man's breakfast platter and drinks.

"It's getting cool in here," Loni said. He ran a hand over the smooth, olive
skin of his exposed left shoulder.

"Well that little halter blouse you're wearing is so bare... Remember, you're
not on the beach on Paradys yet!"

Loni reached down for his purse and pulled what appeared to be a small swath
of filmy, diaphanous material, shimmery-tan in color.

He held up the garment, a small, brief overblouse, in front of him. The
colored lights of his overhead holo showed through the sheer fabric.

"Nice," Cleo said.

Loni shook the filmy little overblouse one more time. Even though it had been
balled up in his purse, the delicate material showed not the slightest hint of
wrinkles. The sheer material seemed to shimmer in the light. Loni slipped the
overblouse over his bare shoulders.

"That wrap is gorgeous! Where'd you get it?"

"Oh, I bought this at Lyresong Fashions. It's a new boutique in Metroplex
Alpha."

"The fabric is so delicate."

"It's just a really fine ultra-mesh nylex."

"I'll bet it feels dreamy next to your shoulders."

"It's nylex. Nylex always feels dreamy."

"It's just delicate enough to feel soft and wispy, but meshy enough to feel
interesting, right?"

"That kind of describes it. It's like these nylex dresspants." Loni brushed a
hand along the soft, delicate fabric that clung to his thigh and hip. "Same
kind of ultra-mesh so it's soft and flowing, but it feels - how can I describe
it? It's very delicate, but it feels just a little bit coarse and textured
next to your skin. Feel it."

Cleo brushed a hand over Loni's thigh.

"Oh, that's delicious. Just dreamy."

"The wrap is the same kind of nylex, but lighter. Even more delicate. It's so
light and airy, you hardly notice it against your skin. Just enough to keep
off a breeze."

"You know what? The clothes they're making for you young men today are so
sexy. Sensuous, delicate fabrics. They really make a man feel like a man!"

"Why not? We're men, we should feel like men."

"Well, how can you not feel masculine in a delicate little wrap like that?"

"Cleo, welcome to 796, honey. Why shouldn't me be free to enjoy our
masculinity?"

"These delicate fabrics - this nylex - mesh? What do you call it? They didn't
have fabrics this delicious when I was your age."

"Well then get with the times. The style today is lingerie!"

"Lingerie? Well, I have some lingerie at home, but..."

"No, Cleo. It's not what you wear in the bedroom. The style for guys today is
daytime lingerie."

"Daytime lingerie? How does that differ from nighttime lingerie?"

"Not a whole lot of difference. You just wear the lingerie styles, the skimpy
and clingy stuff, the delicate, sheer fabrics in the daytime. Black lace is
becoming popular. It's lingerie. At work. Out on a date. Out dancing."

"At work?"

"Sweetie, what do you think the guys wear at my office? Every horny, cockbrain
secretary at my office dresses like a little houseslut at midnight."

"So that's where our society is headed? Secretaries dressing like sluts?"

"We're already there, Cleo. There's no more professional office attire for
working men. Every guy at my office - the place is full of half-naked guys in
black lace, lingerie stretchpants, stilettos and bare midriffs, bare shoulders
everywhere. They dress like little sluts because that's what they are. Little
sluts."

"Well, more power to them if they can pull it off!"

"Of course they can pull it off. Working at a big law firm you learn a lot of
things. You know, about 10 or 15 years ago there were a lot of huge lawsuits
where working guys, office assistants and secretaries, sued their companies
because the employers wouldn't let them dress the way they wanted. The guys
wanted to come to work in sexy clothes and their companeis were like, no way,
if we let the men dress like sluts in the office, they'll act like sluts. Soon
they'll be getting horny at work and they'll start attacking all the girls, or
at least begging them for sex. Sex in the office, imagine that. Imagine what
would happen if we let men feel like men. If we let the little cockheads wear
their stiletto heels, they'll go clack-clackng around the office with their
hips swaying and their big asses sticking out. They'll get all ditzy and girl
crazy. I mean that was what they were afraid of. It was kind of a
slippery-slope fear - a paranoia. And guess what happened? Over the years,
ever since the 780's, more and more liberal judges were being appointed to the
courts. These guys who sued, they all won their cases. And things really
started changing. They started allowing men to dress the way they wanted to at
work."

"Well I really admire the men of your generation. And those guys who helped
change things. Things have really progressed."

"Cleo, why should a bunch of old fogeys - I mean - sorry, I don't mean that as
a slight against you - why should a bunch of older women and men be telling me
how to dress? Nobody's going to tell me how to dress, how to look, or how to
feel. I'm proud of my body. It's called masculine pride. I can do things with
my body no woman can do. I can feel things - I can feel things no woman can
feel. For years, the female power structure tried to keep male sexuality in a
cage. We're free now. Or, almost free..."

"Almost?"

"We still have a little way to go, I think. We're not there yet."

"Not where yet?"

"We're not at the point we can really say that men have attained what we want.
To the point where we have our way."

"Have our way? In what way?"

"Cleo, females should respect male sexuality. Just like we respect their
brains and their mastery over technology. Just like we respect their physical
strength. Females need to respect us. They need to understand the differences
between men and women, and they need to respect us as men."

"Well, it's true they don't seem to understand us."

"Females devalue our masculinity, our intuition. I respect the fact that women
are more logical, more rational, and that it's natural that they run our
society, that they run the government and the technology and all that. Females
are more intelligent in most ways. Their brains are wired to be more logical
and analytical, and men shouldn't try to compete with females in those areas.
But the female sex has got to recognize the importance of male feelings and
emotions, male intuition. And the male libido. They have to understand that
it's all intertwined. Instead of trying to control male sexuality, they need
to unchain us."

"Unchain us? Are we chained?"

"To a certain extent, yes. When a woman goes off to work on some other planet,
like your wife did, and leaves her husband alone, without her tongue on his
cock for the whole seven months, that's not right."

"Hey - women make the rules. We follow."

"It's true that women make the rules. But can't some of the rules be made for
the benefit of men?"

"How so?"

"Well, when your wife accepted that job at the University of Denara, didn't
the university offer to pay for you to go there too, to live there? Or do you
have some important reason why you had to stay on Vix?"

"I have a job. Two jobs, actually."

"You work?"

"Only six hours a week. I teach interior design at the Bethel Fields ID
Academy, and then I teach an art appreciation class for men at the University.
I have a degree in Art and Interior Design, you know."

"Oh, that's interesting. Well, at least you're not one of those old-fashioned
guys who still want to have careers and work full time."

"No, that was never what I wanted. But it's kind of fun to keep active, and
teaching is a good way to stay young - to stay hip, at least. Most of my
students are guys around your age and younger."

"That's cool. So, you couldn't go to Denara with your wife because of your
teaching?"

"That's it. I don't make a lot of money teaching, but what I do earn, we need.
And the University didn't offer to pay my expenses or make up my income, so I
could go to Denara with Jane. Plus we would have had to pay someone to
housesit for us. That's the law, you can't keep a house unoccupied for that
long. The University didn't offer to pay for any of that, so I couldn't go to
Denara. It was like they just ignored me. Like I didn't exist."

"And because of that you're stuck with a MEPI?"

"Well, I haven't been completely ..."

"Don't you think there should be a law that recognizes your rights as a
husband?"

"Well, sure. But how will the politicians discuss this? Will the VPA
Commissioners and Congresswomen argue that they have to pass this law so that
househusbands can be guaranteed the right to have sex whenever they want?"

"They should pass a law like that!"

Cleo chortled. "What are they gonna call it, the Horny Househusbands Law?"

"How about just a law that would say, a husband has a right to be sexually
satisfied in his marriage, when and where he desires."

"Oh, that'll go over big, I'm sure. What if a guy and his wife were out
shopping in the ultramarket, and he wants to screw her right there in the
dessert aisle? Would that be allowed?"

"Don't mock it, Cleo. I mean within reason. For instance, if your wife
accepted an assignment to Denara and the university didn't offer to pay your
expenses, you'd have a right to insist on going with her."

"What if my wife were a police officer, and they sent her to bust some
criminals in another sector? Would I have the right to fly along with her in
the patrolcraft so she could give me a hand job along the way?"

"Don't be silly, Cleo. I mean when and where he desires, within reason! I
don't mean having sex at work, at your wife's office, or whatever. I mean,
like in your situation. Your wife gets assigned to teach on Denara, and they
won't pay your way over there, they won't make up your income, they won't pay
your expenses. So you're stuck using a MEPI. You should have the right to
argue that, as a man, you're being deprived of sexual gratification. You have
the right to have sex with your wife, as a married man. A man needs to have
sex. Females can go without it for a while, but we're different. We need it or
we go crazy."

"That's true. But that sounds suspiciously like an argument one of those slick
Commercy lawyers would make."

"Hey, remember I'm a legal secretary. I work for slick lawyers like that."

"Yeah, and I just think that a man arguing he has a right to have sex because
he's deprived, because his wife is away on business or whatever, is just
silly."

"Tickling your own cock with a MEPI - I don't care what kind of tip you use -
it's not the same thing as having a woman's tongue on your cock. And besides
that, you can't orgasm with just a MEPI. We need intercourse with a real, live
female to orgasm. Even if they invent some kind of new gadget that could
simulate the chemicals in the vagina that bring a man to orgasm, it wouldn't
really be the same. Would it?"

"Honey, it's not just the chemicals in the woman's vagina. It's the testrogen
in your cum and how it reacts with the chemicals in her vagina. You need both.
There's a chemical reaction, and that's what gives you your orgasm."

"Yeah, but females can go without sex - without orgasm -- for a long time,
months, if they want to. We can't. That's why we get so nervous and distracted
if we're not getting any. That's why men are always on the prowl. We need to
have sex. We need to orgasm like we need to breathe! All girls need is to be
humped. That's how they get their orgasms. It's all mechanical. There's
nothing delicate or sensuous about it."

"Loni, don't disparage the female orgasm."

"Hey, females don't feel what we feel. You know that! Or maybe it's been too
long since you've had one, you've forgotten what a good orgasm is like!"

"Honey, who says I don't have a nice orgasm once in a while? Even when Jane is
away." Cleo's face had just the slightest hint of a naughty, ironic smile.

Loni's eyes opened wide. "You cheat?"

"Loni, I live right on the grounds of Sidon Central University. I live right
near a college sorority, in fact. Some of the girls there are really cute..."

"So you get some? From college girls?" Loni's eyes widened.

"Loni, most of these college students are poor. They don't have a lot of money
because they're in school, they don't have full-time jobs. Sometimes I give
some of these nice-looking girls ... well, jobs. Things to do around the
house."

"Oh. Jobs? You mean you pay them?" Loni gulped.

"Why not? Like two months ago, I had some new furniture delivered to the
house, for the living room and patio. Some patio furniture, a table, a
portabar, a few couches, and some light sculptures. You know, the kind that
sit on pedestals? Well, after it was all delivered I realized I didn't have
anyone to arrange it for me. That stuff is too big and heavy for a man to move
around. Well, there's this one girl, Jennifer, who lives at the sorority
house, she's a Quantum Physics major at the university, but she's a big girl.
Nice and tall, about 188, 190 centimeters - like your Darrelyn. Twenty years
old. And gorgeous. Beautiful strawberry-blonde hair... Toned, muscular body.
Long legs. She's a tennis player. I would see her almost every day but I never
really talked to her, just said 'hi' on occasion. So, out of the blue, that
morning, I hivelink her and ask her if she'd help me arrange the furniture. I
offered her 50 credits an hour, plus lunch."

"What else did she do for you, Cleo? Did she tickle your instrument?" Loni
smiled, opening his mouth and fluttering his tongue.

"We're getting to that! Don't rush me. So she comes over the house wearing
this tight little t-shirt and short little shorts, and tennis shoes. She plays
a lot of tennis, she's on the university tennis team, so she wears a lot of
tennis clothes, which I love. I swear, they're making the tennis shorts these
girls wear shorter and shorter every year! So there she is, showing all this
sexy leg, and I'm standing there in the kitchen, in my jeans and apron, just
in awe. Horny as heck."

"So cut to the chase, Cleo. Did you rape her?"

"I tried to restrain myself. I told her, Jenny, I need you to move this
furniture around for me, sweetie, because I'm just a man and I'm not strong
enough to lift this stuff. And my wife is away on another planet. But a big,
tall college girl like you can do it. So I told her what to put where. I just
stood there and she did all the work - it really was nice having this big,
strong, attractive young girl at my command for a few hours! She really earned
her pay. Plus it was sexy looking at her lifting all that heavy stuff. She's
got a really athletic build and of course, she was wearing this skimpy little
tennis outfit, so I was getting excited. And after a while she had this light
sheen of sweating, just this light perspiration, all over her body. I made her
earn every credit - sometimes I even asked her to put a piece of furniture in
one place, then I'd change my mind just to see her lift it and move it again.
The more I watched her, the more I wanted her in the bedroom. It was getting
unbearable. I was getting hornier by the minute."

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I fed her a nice lunch and during lunch, we got to talking. I
complimented her, told her how attractive she was. Girls love that. I told her
how pretty her strawberry-blonde hair was. Then as I was clearing the table I
went up to her and felt her muscles, her biceps and deltoids. I said, my, my,
you've got some nice big muscles there,Jenny. I've been admiring them all
morning."

"How did she react to that?"

"Maybe she was a little uncomfortable at first. But girls love compliments,
don't they? Then I leveled with her. I told her it was tough for a
househusband whose wife has been away for four months. I told her I could use
a little help in the bedroom. She asked, with what? I brought her into my
bedroom, and I voicelocked the door and dimmed the lights."

"Hmmm. Then what?"

"Well, then, I said, sweetie, remember I offered you 50 credits an hour? I
said, it's already been four hours, so that's what? Two hundred credits. I
asked her if she could use more money than that. She said, sure. And I said,
we've already moved all the furniture. There's no more to move. Then I said,
honey, instead of two hundred credits, how about two thousand credits for the
day? I told her I was dying to kiss her. She was reluctant at first. I asked
her how much money she needed to make her more comfortable. Then I grabbed her
and kissed her. She seemed to like it. She was a good kisser! So we settled on
2,500 credits, hivelinked into her account that evening, if I could have my
way with her. For the rest of the afternoon."

"Wow. I'm impressed, Cleo. How was it? What were you wearing?"

"Oh, nothing glamorous. Just what a typical, bored househusband would wear.
Capri jeans, pumps, a little midriff top. My favorite lavendar apron."

"Pumps? You mean pumps like those ones you're wearing, with those little
heels?"

"Honey, what's wrong with my heels?"

"Cleo, those shoes are sexless. 50-millimeter heels are so outdated! How can
you feel like a man in front of a hot young girl like that Jennifer, if you're
wearing pumps with five centimeter heels?"

"I don't know, I felt man enough for her."

"Of course you were, but you want to feel masculine too, don't you?

"Yeah, but..."

Loni crossed his right thigh over his left and lifted the delicate, flowing
fabric of his dresspant leg, to reveal a nearly-bare foot snugly encased in a
sleek, silver-metallic high-heeled sandal. "Cleo, see these shoes? See these
heels? 110 millimeters, baby."

"Well, they're very elegant, but that's all guys your age seem to wear. The
very high stilettos. Men your age wear those high stilettos at the office, at
home, everywhere. These days, the young househusbands wear them at home all
day. They cook and clean wearing stiletto heels."

"So what? Maybe we feel more comfortable in them. I like the way they make me
feel when I walk."

"And how is that?"

"Delicate, masculine. But also very sure of myself. I feel sophisticated. Like
I can handle myself around females."

"Oh, I'm sure you can handle yourself."

"So tell me, Cleo, how was the sex between you and Jennifer?"

"Ohh! It was ecstasy. Sheer ecstasy. She had her hair in a pony-tail - like
your Darrelyn. First I pulled the little scrunchie from her hair and that
delicious, lustrous strawberry-blonde hair just cascaded into my face. I
grabbed her big biceps and looked up into her blue-green eyes and kissed her
passionately. It felt like we were standing there forever, I just held her big
sexy arms, her big deltoids and those gorgeous broad shoulders... And
gradually I pushed her closer and closer to the bed. When we got there, I
manipulated her, I pushed her down onto the bed and got on top of her. There
was a little fight in her - she kind of resisted, but that's what I wanted! I
love it when a girl resists just a litlte bit. When she shows off her strength
- even if she's not aware she's doing it! I told her she was so hot and tall
and athletic I couldn't resist, I couldn't control myself. I got on top of
her, and I started pulling off my clothes. I threw my shoes on the floor and
pulled my blouse. Then I pulled off my jeans."

"What kind of jockstring were you wearing?"

"Oh, a sexy one. I tend to wear black lace, the same thing that's popular with
your generation."

"Good! And you took off her little tennis outfit?"

"I ripped it off of her, first the t-shirt and then the shorts and tennis
shoes. She had a little gray sportsbra and gray athletic undershorts on
underneath, skin tight. Her body was incredible! So toned and muscular, with
her long legs just all over the place."

"Then what did you do?"

"I pulled off my jockstring and I was fully erect, my cock was hard and
throbbing. I was kneeling there, with my legs astride her thighs, and I
straightened up, and my cock just pointed straight up. It was great! I put my
hands on my hips and I just laughed."

"Did she like the size of your erection?"

"She loved it. She took her middle finger, and ran the fingernail, up and down
my shaft, slowly. It felt incredible. It was the loveliest sensation - she
just ran that fingernail up and down the shaft, then up again, to the tip of
my penis, and diddled me right there around the tip with her fingernail. She
knew exactly what she was doing. I was getting wet, dripping with cum, but I
couldn't have an orgasm. She said, Cleo, it's so big and hard! Loni, she was
doing things that Jane hasn't done to me in years. Just as I thought I
couldn't get any harder, she'd tickle the tip of my cock with that fingernail
again and I felt like I was about to explode! And all the while she just laid
there squirming and pouting, and saying it's so big, Cleo, it's so big!"