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Archive-name: Book03.txt
Archive-author: Blackie
Archive-title: "By the Book"
Part 3 of 20
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"Oh, pleease master, I want to come." She panted.

"Well, I think you can wait." He sat down on the edge of the couch,
and listened to her ravaged breathing as she stood before him, still as
he commanded. "Undress for me, slowly."

She moved gracefully to face him and began by unbuttoning her skirt.
After this dropped to the floor, she undid the buttons on her blouse,
one by one, watching him the entire time. Standing before him in her
Bra, panties, stockings and high heeled shoes, she lifted one leg at a
time to remove the shoes. Turning away, and looking at him over her
shoulder, she began to remove the straps of her bra, then undid the
clasp, dropping it well to one side before turning. She showed him the
huge, fleshy breasts, holding one in each hand, pinching her own
nipples between thumbs and forefingers.  Awkwardly, she stepped out of
the panties and stockings last.

"Now come over here, undo my pants and blow me." She knelt down
between his legs and with both hands, with worshipful tenderness
unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick. As she held his cock in her
hand it became harder than it already had been. Now Bob leaned back as
she wrapped her lips briefly around the tip and licked the underside
of the head.

"Oh, yeah baby. That's what I need, some tender affection to my prick.
ahhhh." Her mouth began to engulf more of the object of her new desire
each time she leaned forward until he had struck the rear teeth. "Open
wider bitch, get it all down!" he commanded.

"MMMrgph!" was her only reply as her fingers worked the base of his
prick, and aroused his balls. She drove the cock into her throat. Wide
as his prick was, this was far less than an easy task.  He saw her
determined look as her tongue finally started to wash his flopping
balls and upper lip reached the root of his cock.  She began to pump
up and down, three, four time, pause, pump again.

"Ungh!, Ungh!, Ungh!, " he uttered with each stroke. As his come
started to rise in his balls he stopped her, "Up." he commanded.

Staggering to his feet he arranged her on the floor, shapely legs
parted for his entry, and had her grasp her knees.  He entered Fran
for the first time to the sound of her groaning pleasure.

"ooohhh, god, oohh, god, oh, god!" she moaned and made animalistic
guttural grunts as he thrust his meat as deep as he could manage. She
was tight enough for him to feel a grip to her. But her cunt was also
soaking wet by now.

Her pelvis was pulsing with his motions now as much as she could
manage without losing him. She clearly wanted to scream as she clamped
her teeth down on her hand.  Bob could feel Fran's orgasm come in a
shuddering quake that started at her crotch and expanded to encompass
her entire body.  Once she'd come though, she kept moving, building
another from the ashes of the last... His orgasm started to build too,
and as she approached her second, his cock loosed a torrent of come
into her dripping hot cunt. He smothered her lips with his, forcing
his tongue past hers to explore those pearly teeth she'd been licking
to entice him earlier.

She came again squealing into his mouth as he finished, pounding
against the floor so hard, Bob was certain someone would hear and
investigate.  But he was to far gone to care about interruptions now.
He rolled off and looked at this woman, glowing with joy and sexual
pleasure.  She struggled, staggering a bit, to her knees and began to
suck him again, cleaning the fluids off as she went.  To his surprise,
this made his cock rise from retirement. He enjoyed the sensations her
tongue, lips and teeth our shoulders to the floor."
He moved to his knees and worked around behind her. Juices from her
cunt had dribbled down to her ass pucker, she wouldn't need much more
moisture, especially since she'd lubricated his cock with her mouth.
He spread her cheeks and began rubbing her anus with his cock's
tip. This aroused her a bit. Just as his finger had earlier, now that
he'd 'adjusted' her response. Bob grinned to himself.

As he pressed the head of his penis into her ass, she moaned into the
rug. It took work to move in, even with her help, but inch by inch he
slid into her ass. "no, aaahh, no, yessssss," she groaned. "my god, I
can't believe I'm getting it up up up... mmmmunnnngh, my, goddam ass!"

He finally drove the last inch home, she lifted her head in surprise
and pleasure.  He started the first pull back and she started to cry
out "More, pleeassee fuck my ass, god yesss god yesss god yesss!" and
he built up the speed, little at a time.

She moved her hand to her clit and rubbed her pussy lips as well.
Leaning against her right ear, she used her other hand to pull and
pinch her nipple on the left side.  She shuddered with orgasm, and
stifled the scream for another. Bob could tell another was
coming soon.

Bob had built up to his own release by now. The heat in his loins was
strong and rising.  The pressure was pushing, and the tightness of her
butt was pure heaven.  Coming in her ass with a stream of jism, he
grunted his own pleasure in thumping motions.

Pulling out was a sensation in pleasure too, his cock felt like it was
being milked for any extra drops left in the tip. He drew aside on the
couch, still panting, and admired the cum dripping down Fran's legs.

Fran cleaned herself and sank into the couch beside Bob. She snuggled
in like an adolescent lover, and radiated an after sex joy he hadn't
seen a woman display for quite some time.  Bob just relaxed and
enjoyed her proximity, playing from time to time with her nipples.

Checking his watch, Bob realized the work day was at an end and
someone might interrupt at any time. Instructing Fran to get dressed,
he thought about his plans for the weekend.

"Fran, listen carefully."

"Yes master!"

"Tomorrow evening, you will find an excuse to leave home. I want you
at my house promptly at 6:30 PM. Got that!?"

"Yes master."  She pouted for a moment, then grinned.  "My girlfriends
are having a party.  I'll be gone most of the night I guess."

"Very good.  Do you have any good slutty clothing?"

"I don't know what you mean, I don't have slutty things."

Of course she wouldn't he thought. "Do you own any slinky seductress
outfits?  Perhaps a french maid outfit?"

"Oh yes master!" She positively beamed, her pink tongue slightly
touching her lips in anticipation.

"Bring them with you tomorrow. Tidy this place up before you leave,
and remember we had a very productive meeting if anyone should ask..."
Silently, he reinforced his instructions underneath her conscious
mind and slipped out of the office.

He was delighted with the results of his new powers so far, now if
only it works as well on Betty. But Friday night was going to be
delightful, possibly exhausting as well.



                       _A Weekend by the Book_
				section (a)


Those wonderful, slightly chill mornings with the birds chirping
noisily outside his bedroom window always made Bob want to stay in
bed.  The silky touch of his comforter against his naked legs was a
sensual pleasure he enjoyed almost as much as sex itself.  He hadn't
opened his eyes yet, and wasn't sure he wanted to.

He was lingering over the dream he'd had as he awoke, a dream in soft
cushioned heavens with a soft supple woman he'd never seen before.
Literally an angel, wings although no halo, she'd taken him to the
peaks of ecstasy in his dream.  He could remember a ledge, and
clouds, but very little else.  The haze of passing dream memory made
her even more attractive as his wakening mind tried to recreate the
lushness of their acts together.

He finally rose from bed, and happily relished the fact of today as a
holiday.  Looking at the clock, he could tell he'd slept a sinful
extra half hour to almost 8:00 AM.

He leaned against the wall irs, arms, and chest.  This sensation also
gave a smooth relief of pleasure, while he reflected back on the
preceding day's activities.  He wanted to believe it wasn't all a
dream, along with the angelic visitor of his sleep.  He knew it wasn't
because despite the free fall way his life had become, he could see
the symbols. The Book's symbols. He saw the passage of the symbols
along his own legs and arms, even the tiny streams along the surface
of his skin.  They paralleled the streams of water, glistening in the
morning light.

He finished the shower knowing today would be another shining wonder
in his life.

Bob dressed in his jeans and a tee-shirt, ate breakfast, and cleaned
the mess from breakfast. It was about 9:00 and he needed to run some
errands at the stores and the mall.

==========

He did some grocery shopping first. The supplies were to last him the
next week, but Bob wanted to be prepared for the possible activities,
so he stocked up more heavily than usual.  After he paid, it occurred
to him, payment was totally unnecessary.  He was glad he'd paid
anyway.

After unloading the groceries at home, he grabbed his speakers,
shoved them in the car and drove to his friend Ben's stereo repair
shop.  They'd been performing poorly for a month or so.  He hadn't
meant to get them fixed today, but his lie to Betty had to be made
good.

He went in the store from the back door. Ben owned the shop, although
he was the service expert as well.  None of his employees could hold a
candle to his talents with electronics.  Ben was proud of his high
school buddy.

"Ben," Bob's friend was about 6 feet tall, 4 inches shorter than Bob,
with a dark complexion and a pudgy tummy. "how long to fix these?"

"Bob! Let's see," He picked up one of the boxes, "It'll take a while
to get you an estimate, you know that?"

"Yeah, well, I've got a woman coming over tonight," he looked around
quickly and gave Ben one of those 'manly' knowing looks, "it's not
Betty and I don't want her to know.  I told her you were going to help
me with these..."

"Geeze Bob", shaking his head, Ben opened the backs of the speakers
to examine them, "you know I'll help if I can, but man, I don't know
whats wrong without checking these out first."

"I know, I know.  Just tell me what you can do."

"So your working on two babes at once, eh?"

"Well, let's just say I've lucked into some nice ass while Betty is
stringing me along..."

"You know, if you're horny, we can work something out with Janet."

Janet was Ben's wife.  Ben and Janet had an open arrangement, partly
because Ben got off on seeing his wife with another man.  Bob hadn't
liked the idea before, especially since Janet really didn't like Bob
much.  He wasn't sure why, he figured it had something to do with Bob
dragging Ben off to poker games occasionally.  "I know she doesn't
like you much, but if I talk to her, she'll do just about anything."

"Actually Ben, I think I could talk her into spreading for me without
your help. I'm just not so sure its a real good idea."

Ben snorted out a laugh.  He'd gotten both speakers open by now, and
had to step back while laughing so as to avoid damage.

"Forgive me Bob," he wiped his eyes and suppressed, badly, the huge
grin creeping across his face.  "Janet would do it if I asked, not for
any other reason.  I've had to put up with her bitching about you."

"Oh?" Ben was curious, "What IS her complaint with me anyway?"

"She thinks you are not good enough to be my friend.  She keeps
telling me you haven't got enough class, you abuse our friendship,
you spend too much time drinking and crap like that."  Well, at least
the drinking wasn't true.

"So?, why'd she marry you then?, you and I move in the same circles,
so to speak."

"I dunno.  She fell head over heels in love or lust or somethin'."

"I'll tell you what Ben.  I'll bet you double or nothing the cost of
the repair, I go to your house and fuck her silly while you wait
here."

"You think so!? I'll bite, what's the gimmick?  You get some film of
her doing something you can blackmail her with?  Fat chance!"

"Nothing like it.  I'll even get her to call you to talk while I'm
making her, how's that?"

"Oh, man, I'd love that. I'd fix your speakersen to her being humped,
and you know it.  It ain't gonna happen though."

"Okay, you got it! I'm on my way."

"You sure you don't want me to call her first?  She really doesn't like
you much. I wasn't kidding."

"I don't care if she throws darts at my photo in your wedding pics.
She'll beg for a repeat performance when you get home."

"Shit." was the last word from Ben before Bob left.

Bob glowed inside with the knowledge he couldn't lose this bet, and
Ben wouldn't be hurt by his project.  Every encounter gave him extra
valuable knowledge, and this would be no different.

======

Bob got to Ben's house at 10:20 AM. The house was an old two story,
fairly attractive in light blue.  Bob smiled at the sight of the white
picket fence around the yard.  The house was on a corner and he'd
never quite got into the habit of walking all the way around the
corner to the front gate. He usually parked around the side by the
back of the house.

Once again, he jumped the fence. Musing, he figured this was easily
another influence effecting why Janet didn't like him as any.

He walked through the back porch door, and rang the bell next to the
kitchen door.  Reaching out, he could feel the symbols down the
basement.  She was coming up the stairs, he judged, and had seen him
jump the fence through the basement window.  He could feel her ankles
rise and drop climbing each step. She radiated symbols strongly
shouting 'disapproval'.

The door opened, and there, in a glorious ray of sunlight, stood
Janet. She was about 5 foot 8 inches. Her slightly auburn hair was
nicely set off by her freckles. She had a hostile frown on her plush
lips and the wrinkles around her eyes show more concern than he'd
remembered being there. Dressed in a sweat suit for house work, he
could only see some of her curves he had admired in the past.  He
knew her chest was larger than her frame would suggest, and her
slender legs rivaled those of the best dancers.  He was somewhat
curious as to the color of pubic hair in the past, and figured he'd
find out today for certain.

The moment taken up by reflection passed.  She began an irritated
pout, and brushed back her hair.

"So Bob!" she spurted out. "To what do I owe this visit? I know you're
aware that Ben is at work."

He stepped past her, and he spoke, "I know, just came from his shop. I
never did find out why you let him work there, since you guys have all
that money from your father."  She followed him to the living room,
where as Bob recalled, there was a perfectly comfortable lounge chair
with a phone on the table next to it. Excellent, he thought.

"He needs to work, to keep his hands busy, you know that." snarling.

"Yep," he grinned lecherously, "keeps his hands off you, I'm sure."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I made a bet with Ben, that I'd seduce you today."

She stared dumbstruck at him for a minute, then laughed hysterically.
Bob just waited, knowing with his new talent, nothing she did would
stop him from taking her. She finally collapsed in the chair, and
calmed herself a bit.

"You know, even if you had any chance before," she still giggled
between words, "you couldn't do it now that you've warned me. You
might as well leave now."

"I don't think there'll be a problem.  Before you know it, you'll want
me in you so bad you won't care about the bet at all."

"You're pretty sure of yourself for someone so full of shit." she
crossed her arms over her chest, allowing him some view of the curves
concealed by the sweat shirt. "You are beginning to get me pissed, and
believe me, that ain't gonna help a sorry little sot like you get
anywhere." She grinned in a sadistic manner, "besides I've screwed
just about everyone else Ben knows, at his request I might add, and he
has never, thank the heavens, asked your own actions..." 

He reached directly to the nerve streams her groin used and slid the
symbols in that caused sexual heat to rise from within. "Shall we get
started or would you like to deny your own body's lust a while longer?"

She twisted head to the side a bit, gritting her teeth. "How do you
expect me to be aroused by such a lousy approach?"

"Actually, I've suspected for some time you want me. You always react
hostily to me, but I always suspected you want to cajole me into
sexual action with you. Ben may have his desires, this struck me as
one of yours." Of course, he knew she was being aroused by his mental
manipulation of her nervous system, but he wanted her consciousness to
believe she'd simply suppressed her desires.

"You're nuts," by this time he'd sent a few tingles through her cunt
lips, and clit, she was twisting in the lounge chair trying not to
show her arousal, "you are imagining things. <unggh>"

Bob began to undress. His penis was nestled, retracted, in amongst his
balls. As the hanging silence became more pronounced, he knelt before
her, and pulled her running shoes off. By now, her head was lolling
back and a few drops of sweat were rolling off her forehead. He could
make out the pale bottom of her chin as he rolled her sweat pants down
her legs. "Unngh oooohh," she loosed the groans with reluctant
acknowledgment of her heightened state of arousal. Her panties, a
pale pink frilly pair, wet and smelling uniquely of woman, came off
through his administration next.

"I can't, aahh, be so, eeaa, so hot, gggnnn, hot from arggggg, arguing
with yyyaaahhh, you.... oh god yes" he was gently tickling the lips of
her pussy with his fingers. He had a fine view now of her luscious
slender legs, which were stretching out to point the toes in pulsing
motions. "ggnnnnggoooood, oooohhh mooorre"

He lifted the sweat shirt up over her breasts. Delightfully, her
melon sized boobs were unencumbered by a bra.  The lovely freckles,
so attractive on her countenance, also graced the pale skin of her
tits.  He could almost see little circles form by the little dots
as the two orbs bounced and wobbled from the motions Janet was now
making.

"Lift your arms." She did as instructed and he pulled off the top over
her head.  Her hair, fell through the neck of the sweat shirt, almost
in slow motion, gliding across her smooth, naked shoulders.  He felt
his own arousal as his prick began to stiffen.

"Oh Bobbbb," she had now yielded to his physical advances. He stroked
the nipples of one tit, watching it grow to attention as he sucked
the other nipple into his mouth, teasing it inside with his tongue.
"oh yessss, suck me, suck suck suck... me" her lithe fingers stroked
through his hair, smoothing the errant strays while pulling, and
sinking his head into the breast he was attacking.  He blocked the
orgasm he saw developing in her, coming mostly from the stimulation
of her breasts.

He had a call to make first.

"Mmnnph!," he pulled back against the pressure of both of her arms
now. God!, she's strong, he thought. "pick up the phone, call Ben."

"Unnh, don't stop. don't don't." she muttered, apparently at the brink
but unable to breach the barrier. "why, inuhhhh, call Ben? just fuck
me, oh god please fuck me...unng.."

"Don't you think he'd like to hear you coming?" He clamped his finger
and thumb tightly on her nipple, twisting sharply <nnng, uuuuuuahhh>.
He could see she was expecting that to send her over, but instead it
just sent her pelvis into deeper thrusts, seeking cock that hadn't
been inserted yet.  Her fulfillment would wait a touch longer.

She fumbled, and between grunts and moans, managed to dial the
number. She strained her eyes open and closed as the other end rang.
And when the voice answering was not Ben, she struggled to suppress
the sounds her throat was forcing past her tongue.

"Hi, <ahemmm> this is Janet, can I <cough> speak with my husband."
She barely managed to contain her voice as Bob pulled her legs up
over the arms of the chair and began to slide his hand over her ass.
She shouldn't bother hiding her activities, he thought. Everyone who
works with Ben knows how you two operate. "unghh!, please, unhgg,
ooohhh pleeease!"

"Hello, <grnnnt> Ben?," ttells me, ugnngh, you guys made a bet of ooaaah,
some kind... uh uh uh uh" Bob had inserted two fingers in her cunt and was
starting to thrust them.

"Here," she panted as she held out the phone, "he wants <rrrrggggh> to
talk, mmmmmm, to you."

"Bob!?, Bob!?, Bob!?"

"Yup," Bob had to exert a measure of self control to keep from
breathing heavily into the phone, "she's hot to trot, ready for
fucking. How would you like me to take her?"

"I don't believe,... never mind! I don't care, I just want to hear
her while she's coming!" Ben responded.

"Okay, you listen, she'll hold the phone to her throat..."

He handed the phone back to Janet. Obedient to the instructions, she
pinned the phone where the receiver would pick up every throaty sound
she loosed.

"Okay Janet, since Ben hasn't got a preference, and you're so convinced
I can't get in your pants, how do you want it?"

"Oh Bob, I uh uh uh, I'm sorry, uh uh uh, fuck me Bob, fuck me! please
fuck me! god!! fuck fuck fuck, pleeeese."

He worked himself up into position to enter, and in a single lunge,
thrust the length of his cock deep inside her. "OooooooOH!" was her
immediate response. As he thrust, he let himself come pretty quickly,
a fountain of come flooding freely through his prick. He kept pounding
to her thumping grunts and slowly released the block on her orgasm,
causing her building heat to rise higher still.

"YESSSS!, YES YES YES YES, oh FUCK SHIT FUCK GOD!" she screamed,
completely without restraint as the sensation drew her on. In one
final screaming pitch, she pounded up and down so hard, he thought the
chair was creaking louder than it should. She released completely with
an ear piercing primal scream.

She lay panting frantically on the chair as he stood up. She was
clearly used up, needing to recover before she could even speak. The
sweat dripped into a puddle on the chairs arms, head rest, back and
elsewhere, competing with the puddle of sexual juices by her ass.

"Hello? Hello?" squawked from the phone. Bob picked it up.  Janet was
in no condition to do so.

"Ben, you still there."

"Goddamn, I wet my pants." came Ben's voice calmly as though he'd
dropped a screw driver.

"Well, you lose the bet lad."

"I guess so, who'd of guessed."

"Talk to you later."

"Later." and the phone clicked as Ben hung up.

Janet just sat there, eyes closed, panting, helpless before him. Bob
enjoyed this view and toyed with her hair while he stood beside her.

"We'll do this again won't we Janet?" She opened her eyes and looked
at him with astonishment. Gulping, she straightened up a bit.

"I h-h-hope so. I'd never would've thought you'd be the best sex I'd
ever had. I want more, but I'm burnt out."

"There'll be another time." He began to dress.

"I'm sorry about the things I said... stay, we can screw again in a
little while."

"Its okay, like I said, I think you were using it to build sexual
tension or some such shit."

"Yeah, well, that was the best fuck I can remember." Still naked she
walked to the kitchen with him. "I want to repeat the experience
often. Ben won't mind, honest."

"I know, gotta go now." With this Bob turned and embraced her in his
arms. He kissed her passionately, as she returned the kiss with her
tongue caressing his lips.

Bob was pleased, he'd only controlled some of her physical reactions.
Not at all like Fran, whose mind was completely adjusted to meet his
demands. Nor like Randi, who he'd taken over control her body with
some reaction control. Now with a little work he could manipulate
women without bending them into entirely new personalities.

Somewhat satisfied that nothing could go wrong now, that his talent
was beginning to grow. He drove over to the Mall, there were a few
more things he'd need before tonight!

contiuned in part 4