Life with Liz, Part One: The Pick-Up
By Sonofjack, sonojackwell@gmail.com
Liz brought home two men that night.  One would experience extreme pleasure, and the other, extreme pain.


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This is a story I wrote just for fun. As the "Part One" in the title
indicates, I'm thinking that it might be fun to use Liz in a whole series of
stories. In fact, Liz has already appeared as a supporting character in some
of my earlier stories. I wonder if any sharp eyed readers will be able to
identify which stories she's appeared in.... Whether or not I do anything with
her after this is largely up to you readers since I am much more likely to
write more stories if I know that there is reader interest. I would love to
know what you think of Liz after you read the story. Email me at
sonofjackwell@gmail.com

And now for the crass commercial pitch. I also write stories on commission. So
if you have an idea that you'd like me turn into an actual story, let me know.
Email me at the same address as above.

And now, enjoy the story....

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"Make yourself at home, boys. Excuse me while I go slip into something more
comfortable." Her statement was dripping with innuendo. The "boys" she
referred to were Bart and Andy, two men she'd picked up earlier that night at
a bar.

She was Liz, and yes, Liz had picked up two men that night. This was not
unusual for Liz because Liz was very, very hot. She also had other extreme
attributes. Because of these other attributes, Liz was used to being in charge
of any situation she found herself in.

Bart was willing to go along for now, but he had no intention of actually
sharing Liz. Bart was a big, strong, dominant alpha male. Andy was a pleasant,
mild mannered nice guy that Liz thought was cute. Andy was 5'7" - only two
inches taller than Liz - and barely weighed 140 pounds. Bart was 6'4" and
weighed 195 pounds of mostly big, bulging muscles.

Now that Liz was out of the room, Bart was ready to tell Andy to get lost. And
if Andy didn't follow that advice, Bart was ready to use other means to get
rid of him. "Hey... Andy was it?"

"Yeah," Andy replied. He knew that Bart knew his name, and he was pretty sure
what was coming next. Being small and non-confrontational, Andy had dealt with
more than his fair share of bullies. He'd been expecting Bart to make this
kind of move.

"So, Andy, why don't you get lost now? I'm ready to be alone with Lisa."

"Liz," Andy corrected.

"What?" Bart was quickly running out of patience.

"Her name is Liz, not Lisa," Andy explained.

"Yeah, that's great," said Bart, "Now get out of here before I lose my
temper."

Though Andy took the threat seriously, and he was afraid to stand up to Bart,
the promise of passion he saw in Liz's eyes was too much for him to give up
without SOME resistance. "I don't want you to lose your temper," he said, "But
I'm not leaving."

"I'm not going to tell you again, Andy, now be a good little guy and get
going."

"This isn't your house," Andy said defiantly. "Liz invited both of us, and I'm
not going until she tells me I have to."

"Is that right?"

(Gulp!) "Y-Yes," Andy replied. Bart was through being his version of polite.
He walked over to Andy and grabbed him with both hands on his collar and
pulled Andy to him.

"Either you walk out of here on your own, or I kick your ass and throw you out
of here. Which one is it going to be?"

Andy considered his options. He wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to stay and
see what Liz had in store for him. That was certain, but he also for sure did
not want to get his ass kicked. Fortunately, a voice behind saved him from
having to decide.

"What the hell is going on here?" The voice belonged to Liz. Bart looked over
Andy's shoulder at Liz, and he immediately turned Andy loose. He didn't do so
out of compassion or shame. The sight of Liz made even macho Bart feel weak.

When she picked the two men up in the bar earlier, Liz looked amazing in the
tight, low cut, mini dress she was wearing. She looked beyond spectacular - a
walking wet dream - in the lacey two-piece, pink baby doll nightie she was
wearing now.

Andy turned around and looked at Liz too. For several seconds both men just
stood there with their mouths hanging open staring at the incredible vision of
living, breathing carnality in front of them. Andy's knees went weak and his
head grew light. He would have fainted if not for the severe beating of his
heart.

It was Andy who recovered and spoke first. "My God, Liz... you look..." He
searched his keen mind for the proper way to describe how indescribable she
looked. Finally, he settled on "Amazing!" even though he knew that he had not
come close to doing her justice.

Liz gave a sexy little shimmy that made her incredible 32G breasts jiggle and
said, "Of course I do." Her statement did not come off as conceited. It was
more like Michael Phelps stating casually that he was a gifted swimmer. Only
Liz's declaration was far more obvious.

She was 5'5" with an adorable, round kewpie doll face with large green eyes
and a smile that promised unspeakable delights. Her long, fiery red hair was
long and wild looking - just this side of disheveled. She had a flawless,
glowing peaches and cream complexion and lush lips that were made to be
kissed. Her pouty lips looked like they'd be ideal for other stimulating
activities as well.

As beautiful and as wanton as Liz's lovely face was, her body was even more
spectacular. Her 32G-cup breasts were not only large, they were also so firm,
so round and so fully packed that they almost looked too awe inspiring to be
real. Yet they jiggled, heaved and rolled as only 100% authentic, grade A,
spectacular breast do . In the baby doll nightie she was wearing, they were
straining to fall out, and the nightie was just lacey enough to almost be
see-through but not quite. The effect was that you could see a great deal of
her fantastic, colossal tits while still wanting to see more.

She needed fairly broad shoulders to support such massive breasts, but they
were also feminine, sexy and proud. Her upper torso tapered down to a trim 24
inch waist. Her tummy was tight and smooth and looked soft and pleasing to the
touch. The curve of her back and her womanly hips flared out to give her a
dazzling hourglass figure. Her round, firm ass begged to be nibbled on, and
her long, shapely legs inspired worship. Andy couldn't help thinking how
wonderful they would feel wrapped around him. Even her bare feet were sexy
enough to inspire poety. Liz was feminine perfection and beyond.

"Amazing," was all that Bart could say. He was sincere if not original.

"We all agree that I look amazing," Liz affirmed, "But what were you doing
just now? Why were you holding Andy by his collar that way?" Liz asked.

She was obviously not pleased. Bart still had no intention of sharing Liz with
a wimp like Andy, but he didn't want to come off like a douche. Besides, he
was sure that Liz would ultimately pick him over Andy. She looked like a
fitness model, and she obviously worked out. She would appreciate a muscular,
fit man like him more than a pathetic looking specimen like Andy.

"We were just playing around," Bart replied.

"Is that true, Andy?" Liz asked.

"No," Andy replied, "He was trying to make me leave.

"Aw hell, you don't really expect a guy like me to share do you?" Bart asked.

"Yes, I do," Liz replied. "I expect you to do whatever I tell you to do. In
case you haven't noticed, I'm out of your league." Bart started to protest,
but Liz raised her hand to silence him. "Don't feel bad, Bart; I'm out of any
man's league as you will soon find out. That is why I demand obedience from
all men. In return, I use all my powers to bring untold pleasure to a lucky
few."

"You are the hottest babe I've ever seen," Bart verified.

"You have no idea how incredible I am," Liz stated.

"But you're still just a woman," Bart continued, "And in case you haven't
noticed, this is a man's world."

This made Liz giggle with delight. "Is that correct?"

"Fuck yeah!" Bart retorted.

"And what do you say, Andy?" Liz asked.

Andy not only liked the way Liz looked (which only confirmed that he was a
heterosexual male with a pulse), but he was very turned on by her
confident-bordering-on-arrogant attitude. "I only hope that I'm tall enough to
enjoy the ride."

This made Liz laugh. "Don't worry, Cutie, as far as I'm concerned, you've got
a whole book of 'E' tickets." Damn! She was beautiful and sexy beyond all
reason, AND she was able to keep up with Andy's wit. Andy found himself
wondering if it was too soon to tell her that he loved her.

"What about me?" Bart asked.

"You blew it, Chump," Liz told him. "You blew it as soon as you tried to
intimidate Andy Panda. You're a bully, and I detest bullies. Now get out."

"No fuckin' way! If you think I'm just going to just leave, you're even more
stupid than most bitches," Bart shouted.

"Hey now, that's uncalled for," Andy injected.

"I'll handle this, Andy," Liz said forcefully. She walked over to Bart and got
in his space. "You have one chance to leave on your own. If you don't leave
now, I promise you that you are going to regret it."

Instead of responding to Liz, Bart stepped back and pointed his finger at
Andy, "Listen, wimp," he began.

*SMACK!* The next thing Bart knew, he was on the floor several feet back with
a sharp pain in jaw. Liz had punched him in the face. Her blow was forceful
enough to lift the big man off his feet, six inches into the air, and deposit
him on his ass. The look of shock on Bart's face was matched by the look of
shock on Andy's face. What shocked Andy the most was that Liz launched Bart
into the air with what looked like little more that a tap.

Bart tried to bolt right back up, but he found that his legs were wobbly. He
did his best to intimidate Liz by making a run at her. Liz didn't look at all
intimidated. "Are you crazy, bitch?"

*SMACK!* Bart found himself on his ass again. This time Liz hit him so hard
that he flew through the air and slammed into the wall before hitting the
floor. And this time, his jaw was broken. "Are you going to get out now, or do
I have to put you THROUGH the wall?"

This time, Bart got up much more slowly. He looked suspiciously towards Liz.
He turned like he was heading towards the door when suddenly and cowardly, he
turned towards Liz and punched her in the face with his fist.

The sight of a muscular 6'4" man striking a sexy 5'5" woman so savagely with
his fist was shocking in the extreme. What was even more shocking was that
when Bart's fist made contact with Liz's face, it was his hand and not her
face that was seriously injured. In fact, Liz didn't seem phased in the least.

"YEEOOOWWWW!" Bart screamed as he grabbed his injured hand. Liz walked over to
him, put her right hand on his left shoulder and began to apply pressure. The
pain in Bart's jaw and hand were eclipsed by the new pain in his shoulder.

"Kneel," Liz demanded. Bart had to choices. He could kneel or risk permanent
shoulder damage. He quickly found himself on his knees looking up at the
beautiful, powerful princess. By now, his jaw had begun to swell and stiffen.
Talking was very difficult so instead, he looked up and questioned Liz with
his eyes.

"Yes," Liz said, "It's true. I'm a lot stronger than you are." Bart made a
sound that was clearly a query. "You want to know how, don't you?" Liz asked.
Andy who was watching this drama unfold got the distinct feeling that Liz had
had similar conversations several times with several different men.

Bart nodded his head. "I've always been very strong. I've always been stronger
than boys. And I'm not the only one. My best friend Jessica is stronger than
any man, and I'm a lot stronger than her. So you do the math."

"Do you believe that I'm stronger than you, Bart?"

Bart vigorously nodded his head.

Liz looked at Andy and said, "Would you please go over to the fireplace and
bring me back the steel poker?" Andy ran over and brought back the requested
item. "Thank you, Baby." Liz said as she grabbed Andy's shirt and pulled him
to her. She gave him a long, passionate kiss that was more than sufficient to
make Andy's cock rock hard. In fact, it was so hot that he almost creamed his
pants. She wanted to give Andy a small preview of coming attractions. She also
wanted Bart to see what was missing.

She looked at Bart. "Hold out your arms and clasp your hands in front of you,"
she demanded. Bart did as instructed. She took the metal poker and bent it
like it was made of laffy taffy. She twisted it around Bart's wrists locking
them together. The ease with which she twisted it was not lost on him. He had
no doubt that she could have tied it into a bow is she wanted to.

"Do you understand what I could do to you if I really lost my temper?" Liz
asked Bart. His eyes were filled with terror as he once again vigorously
nodded yes. "Good," she said, "Because I want you to understand that if you
ever bother me again, I'm going to really lose my temper. Understand?"

"Yysss," Bart replied as best he could with his broken jaw as he began to cry
with fear.

"And I'll be even angrier if I find out that you ever bother my cute little
Andy Panda again. Understand?"

"Yysss," Bart replied.

"Just in case you don't get it, what I'm saying is that if Andy Panda is ever
walking down the street and he stubs his toe, you better hope that you don't
happen to be down the block across the street. If you are, I'm going to hold
you responsible, and I'll put you in the hospital. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"YYSSSSS," Bart bowed his head and sobbed.

"Good," said Liz. She was smiling triumphantly. She looked at Andy and said,
"The only thing I enjoy more than fucking cuties like you is fucking up
asshole bullies like him."

Liz turned her attention back to Bart. "I want you to do one more thing before
you leave. You're hands are clasped together as if you were praying or
begging. I want you to pray to me that I don't hit you again, and then I want
you to beg Andy Panda for forgiveness."

Bart wasted no time. He held his hands in front of him and looked up towards
Liz. "PLZZZZ," he prayed.

"I understand that you are having trouble talking, but if you want mercy from
me, you're going to have to do better than that. Get down on the floor and
cover my cute bare feet with licks and kisses." Bart immediately dropped to
the floor and began kissing and licking Liz's feet. Despite the pain in his
jaw, Bart threw himself into this act of adulation with gusto.

He enjoyed the experience of kissing his conqueror's feet so much - her feet
really were very cute - that his cock got hard and he began to moan with
pleasure. When Liz realized that he was enjoying worshipping her feet she
ordered him to stop.

"I should have seen that coming," she said. He was far from the first man
who'd enjoyed smothering her feet with kisses. She considered punishing him
for enjoying himself, but she decided that it wasn't his fault that submitting
to her feminine superiority turned him on.

"Now, beg Andy Panda for forgiveness!" she demanded. Bart, rose to his knees,
turned towards Andy, held out his hands and begged, "PLZZZ?"

"Uh, sure," said Andy awkwardly. He just wanted this to be over. The sooner
Bart was gone the better. He was anxious to find out what Liz had in store for
him.

Liz must have read his mind, because she was ready to throw him out of her
house. Before she did however, she said to him, "Before you go, I want to give
you a small idea of what you'll be missing because of your boorish behavior."
She pulled off her top and revealed her massive, awe-inspiring, impossibly
round and firm breasts.

"I was ready to let you have your way with them - to kiss, and fondle and lick
and fuck them to your heart's content. Now, only Andy Panda is going to
receive that privilege." When Andy heard this, the blood in his head raced to
his already raging cock so fast that he nearly fainted.

Bart began to cry even harder. He knew that just a glimpse of Liz's amazing
breasts would make all other women pale comparison. He knew that he would
spend to rest of his life regretting his stupid, stupid behavior.

Liz grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged Bart to the door. She
opened it with her free hang and mercilessly tossed Bart out into the yard.
"And don't come back!"

She turned back to Andy, her breast still fully, gloriously exposed. "Now that
the trash has been removed, let's get down to business?"

"I... I... Okay, sure," Andy agreed. His heart was beating a mile a minute.

"You're not nervous are you, Andy Panda?" Liz teased.

"W-What m-makes y-y-you t-think that?" Andy asked,

"Well, let's see... you're sweating profusely, you're trembling a little and I
can practically hear your heart pounding from here," she giggled. "What is it
about me that intimidates you, Andy Panda?"

Andy had to laugh at this. "Where do I start?" he asked. "You're so far out of
my league that I'm not even sure that we're playing the same sport. And you're
so strong you can bend a steel fireplace poker like it was made of rubber."

"Yes, that's all true," agreed Liz, "But like I told Bart earlier, I'm out of
everybody's league. And as far as my strength is concerned, you don't have to
worry about that..." She began walking towards him. "As long as you do
whatever I tell you to do without question or hesitation."

When she closed the distance between them, Liz began to give Andy a series of
playful light shoves. But each "light shove" from Liz was enough to force Andy
back a few steps until he found himself right in front of a big, comfy chair.
Liz pushed him into the chair - not hard, but with enough force to let him
know who was 100% in charge. "Do you think you can handle me, Andy Panda?"

"No, but I'd like to try."

Liz giggled again. "You're cute, Andy Panda; I really like you. I'm glad Bart
turned out to be such an asshole because I want to give you my undivided
attention."

"That sounds great," said Andy, "But... could you please stop calling me 'Andy
Panda'? My older sister used to torture me with that nickname, and I really
hate it."

Liz put index finger on her lips like she was really considering Andy's
request. "Um... no, I'm going to call you Andy Panda, Andy Panda, because I
want to."

"Oh... okay," Andy conceded.

Liz leaned over the chair Andy was sitting in, her more than ample breasts
swinging mere inches from his face. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea,
Honey. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. You can
leave any time you want; just say the word. But as long as you stay, I'm the
boss, okay?"

"Okay."

"So you don't want to leave?"

"I don't think I've ever wanted to anyplace more than right here, right now."

Liz smiled. "You have a remarkable knack for saying the right thing, Andy
Panda. I think that maybe I could really fall for you." Just hearing her say
that made Andy's chest swell with pride and joy.

With her luscious tits still daggling near his face, Liz asked, "Do you like
my big tits, Andy Panda?"

"Yes," Andy replied.

She jumped in his lap. Andy wrapped his arms around her. She felt solid and
strong. "How... how strong are you, Liz?"

"I'm way stronger than you could ever imagine," she replied.

"I have a pretty active imagination," he quipped.

Liz reached out and slid her hand behind Andy's head. He gently guided his
face into her bountiful breasts. "Worship my tits," she "requested". Andy
began to lick, kiss and nibble. He locked his lips on her left nipple and
tickled it with his tongue. He could feel it grow and stiffen inside his
mouth. His raging cock felt like it was about to burst.

"Did your cock just twitch beneath me?" Liz asked as she playfully ground her
ass into his lap.

"Y-Yes," Andy said. It came out more like a moan than a word. Liz took one
look at his face and realized that Andy was in distress. She slid out of his
lap and on her knees between his legs. She began to unfasten his belt.

"You poor baby! We need to get that hard cock out of those restrictive pants."
Andy could not have agreed more. He kicked off his shoes and quickly helped
Liz remove his pants and underwear. Liz took one look at Andy's exposed cock
and gasped.

"What...? Is there something wrong with it?" Andy asked nervously. He hadn't
been naked with that many women, and he doubted if any of his previous lovers
had taken a look at his cock. His earlier sexual encounters had all been
isolated, under covers and in the dark.

"No," Liz replied. "It's just the opposite. You're cock is sooo beautiful."
Liz had seen more than her fair share of cocks. Though Andy's cock was bigger
than average, it wasn't a one-eyed monster. Liz had seen bigger. But she'd
never seen one that was as aesthetically amazing as Andy's. She fell in love
at first sight with Andy's beautiful dick.

"Can I touch it?" Liz asked. In the face of such beauty, Liz felt a little bit
humbled.

"Yes, please," Andy pleaded. Liz wrapped both hands around Andy's beautiful
shaft and reverently began to stroke it up and down. She squeezed out a few
drops of pre-cum and rolled it around the tip of Andy's dick with her thumb.

Having a ravishing hottie with huge tits massaging his hard cock really turned
Andy on of course. Knowing that the hands that worked his cock so skillfully
also had the raw strength to easily twist steel turned him on even more.

"H-H-How strong are you, Liz?" Andy queried.

"I'm strong enough to beat up a big man like Bart without even trying," Liz
replied.

"You didn't even flinch when he socked you as hard as he could," Andy reminded
her.

"Honey, he could have hit me across my big tits with a baseball bat and all
that would have happened is that his bat would have been shattered. That and I
would have beaten him so badly that it would be months before he could eat
solid food."

Hearing Liz talk this way about her power as she jerked him off was almost too
wonderful. "OOOOOH!" Andy groaned as he closed his eyes and leaned back in
ecstasy.

"You're cock is so lovely," Liz remarked. "Can I wrap my big tits around it?"

"Y-Yes... YES, please!" Andy opened his eyes and watched as Liz gingerly
wrapped her giant tits around his cock.

"Do you like that?" Liz asked. Even though it was technically a question, it
was actually a statement. He watched mesmerized as Liz fucked his cock with
her amazing tits. He tried to decide which was more arousing, how it looked to
have Liz's tits massaging his cock or how it felt. He reached the conclusion
that the combination was even greater than the sum of its parts, and the
individual parts were greater than anything he'd ever experienced.

As Liz brought Andy to the very edge of orgasmic explosion, she suddenly
stopped titty fucking him. "I... I have to have that cock in my mouth she
announced." When Liz said she "needed" Andy's cock in her mouth, she was
either being sincere, or she was a greater actress by far than Bette Davis,
Katharine Hepburn, Meryl Streep and ZaSu Pitts combined.

Liz's lips felt like velvet as they enveloped Andy's cock. Once his dick was
inside her mouth, he could her silky tongue working the underside of his
shaft. She sucked Andy's cock with so much gusto that it was almost like she
was mad at it. She paused long enough to say, "Oh, Baby, your cock tastes
soooo gooood.

Liz slid her arms underneath Andy ass and he felt his body leaving the chair
and being lifted into the air. Liz stood up with Andy's cock still in her
mouth, and she didn't miss a single slurp along the way. Under the
circumstances, Andy could not last long. It was a miracle that he lasted as
long as he did!

"Yes, YES, YYYEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!" Andy screamed. He came hard. He filled Liz's
pretty mouth with his cum, and Liz swallowed every drop. He slumped forwards
and rested his arms on Liz's head. She tossed his limp body over her powerful
shoulder and carried him to her bedroom. She gently placed him in her bed and
slipped out of the rest her nightie. When she was completely naked, she asked
Andy, "Do you have the strength to take off the rest of your clothes.

Andy smiled. "I think so." All he had on was a shirt and his socks. It was an
effort, but Andy managed to get naked. Liz climbed into bed with him and
pressed her exquisite body into his.

She kissed Andy on the neck and said, "Let's cuddle for awhile while you rest
up. I'm definitely going to want to fuck you some more before morning."

"Liz?"

"What, Sweetie?"

"Does this mean we're going steady?" It was a corny thing to ask, but Liz also
found it exceptionally sweet.

"Yes, Baby, we're going steady if you really want to." Liz had not been
willing to make this kind of commitment in a long, long time. And then he
asked her again.

"How strong are you, Liz? Really?"

"... Why do you want to know so badly?" she asked.

"Because your awesome strength really turns me on," Andy replied.

Liz snuggled closer into Andy and said, "I'm happy about that, Sweetie; really
I am.... I need to tell you something.... I was married once, and my husband
left me."

"Really?!" Andy couldn't imagine any man being such an idiot. "He really left
YOU?"

"Well, technically, I threw him out."

"Why? Didn't you love him?" Andy was suddenly nervous. Even though he'd only
met Liz earlier that night, the possibility of losing her filled him with
dread.

"No, I loved him, but he couldn't handle my strength. Andy, I'm very, very
strong. Like, forget everything you think you know about human limits.
Whatever you think the limit is, I'm much stronger than that."

"So you're like superhumanly strong?" he asked. The excitement in his voice
was impossible to miss.

"Honey, yes. My strength is definitely superhuman."

"As in you can lift a car over your head?"

"I could do that when I was nine years old," Liz replied.

"Can you lift a car over your head with one hand?" Andy asked.

Liz turned towards him and looked Andy in the eye. "Baby, I can easily lift a
bus over my head with one hand."

"Easily?"

"VERY easily." She let that sink in. "I know that I'm unbelievably hot, and
that makes men lose their minds a little. And when most men discover that I'm
stronger than they are they get even more turned on by me. But when they find
out that I'm much stronger than they could ever imagine in their wildest
dreams, they can't handle it."

"That's why most of the time I'm okay with bringing a couple of guys home for
the night and rocking their worlds. But I don't want just a one night stand
with you. I'd like to try for something more, if you're up for it."

Andy started to say something, but Liz said, "Please, let me finish. So, if
you don't think you can handle my power, please, just let me know now."

Andy took hold of Liz's hand and guided it to his cock. "Feel how hard it is,"
he said. "That's how turn on I am from just thinking about you lifting a bus
over your head with one hand."

"You're not intimidated?" she asked.

"Hell yes, I am!" he admitted, "But I'm even more turned on. And as crazy as
it sounds, part of what turns me on so much is that I'm so intimidated by you.
I find myself wanting to grovel at your feet. I don't just want to love you; I
want to worship you. I don't just want to be your lover; I want to be your
love slave. Is that okay with you?"

Liz smiled. "Actually, Sweetie, that sounds great. I admit it. I LOVE being
worshipped. I'm so sexy and so strong that I think I deserve it."

"I agree," said Andy.

"The question is, can you really handle that? Can you really be my obedient
slave?"

"I'd sure like to try," Andy said. "Please, Liz, let me be your slave."

"Okay," she agreed, "And I promise that I won't use my power to hurt you...
unless you really deserved it."

"You mean like if I didn't obey one of your commands instantly and
enthusiastically?" Andy asked.

"Exactly!" Liz confirmed with a giggle. Andy was 98% sure that Liz was joking,
and he was in on the joke. But the 2% of doubt made his beating heart go
pitter-pat.

"However, I have one condition," Liz stipulated.

"Yes. Anything." Andy responded.

"While you are busy worshipping me, you have to let me worship your cock
too... at least a little."

"Baby, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," Andy said in
his best Humphrey Bogart voice.

Liz climbed on top of Andy. "There's no point in letting that hard cock go to
waste. She slid down on top of it, pinned Andy's arms over his head and road
him like a prize pony. She didn't stop until after her third orgasm.

As they were enjoying their post coitus cuddle, Andy asked, "By the way,
what's your idiot ex-husband's name?"

"Andy."

"What, my love."

"No. I mean that my ex-husband's first name was Andy."

"Oh."

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So what did you think of Life with Liz, Part One. Is there any interest in
Part Two, Part Three or Part Fifty-Seven?

I'll even consider suggestion from readers for future Liz stories. And keep in
mind that the stories do not have to be in chronological order. In other
words, Liz has had hundreds of sexual and muscle encounters (not to mention
sexual-muscle encounters) before she ever met the current Andy. Many of these
encounters have been very pleasurable for her partners and some of them not so
much. If you have an idea for one of these encounters let me know. I don't
promise that I'll write a story for every idea sent to me, but I promise to at
least consider them.

Send your suggestions and comments to sonofjackwell@gmail.com

And, as always, if you'd like a commission story from me, contact me at the
same email address.