I again got straight A’s in my junior year. I again received a congratulatory letter informing me that I had made the President’s List and been awarded a scholarship covering my tuition for the next semester. Tina and Ned now almost expected this. I had started to look at graduate schools. I felt that with my grades and activities, I should be able to get into any school I applied to. The one catch to this was Misty. She was a year behind me, and honestly, I didn’t want to leave her.

Maria and Hank had settled into their marriage and maintained a friendship with Tina and Ned, almost as if I had never existed. I have seen Maria occasionally at home, but I avoid being alone with her because I am uncertain how I would react.

As for my living situation, Mary Sue and Bill were fucking as much as ever. Bill was still having his twice-a-month threesome with Misty and me. Because of this, I stopped seeing my fuck buddies. Bill would wait a couple of hours after our threesome and almost sexually attack Mary Sue. I was actually worried that he might physically hurt her. From personal experience, I knew that Mary Sue’s mother liked pain with her pleasure. I wondered if that was also true for Mary Sue. They had started to talk about marriage. Mary Sue’s parents loved Bill. I hoped they wouldn’t try to start a sexual relationship with him. Mary Sue and Bill had decided to get their MBA here and would stay in her condo. I told them I wasn’t sure if I was going to grad school next year or wait for Misty to graduate. Mary Sue said he wouldn’t mind if I stayed in the condo after I graduated.

I worked my business as much as I wanted, choosing only female clients—no husbands or boyfriends. I focused on women over 60 or under 30 who had never had orgasms. Many didn’t know much about sex or anatomy. I gave each client a short anatomy lesson and explained the effectiveness of the Magic Wand for clitoral stimulation, using the dildo for extra sensation.

In a letter, Benjamin Franklin once described his preference for relationships with older women, noting their gratitude in such interactions. I found this sense of gratitude was also present among older women experiencing their first orgasm.

Later in the year, my attention shifted back to Misty. Near the end of the school year, unbeknownst to me, Misty had her nipples pierced. She had really gotten into nipple jewelry, and she found that even nicer jewelry was available for pierced nipples. Over the summer, she really went crazy with very exotic styles. She found an upscale jeweler in Cincinnati that had a catalog of nipple jewelry featuring real diamonds.

Her favorite for daily wear was a scallop-set diamond nipple barbell. I normally wore diamond stud earrings, and the diamonds in her barbell were bigger than the ones in my studs. My favorite was her nipple ring chain that had a large diamond hanging from the chain attached to her nipples. It looked great with a low-cut top, but she would wear it around the condo covered up. Misty said her nipples were now more sensitive, and the feeling of the chain and diamond pulling on her nipples was a real turn-on.

In late April, Misty and I went to a Monday night karaoke. Misty chose “Emotions” sung by Mariah Carey. The karaoke DJ told her she might want to choose a different song because it was the most difficult in the catalog. She said she would be fine with the song. I, on the other hand, asked him which was the easiest for a woman. He suggested “Hit Me With Your Best Shot,” originally sung by Pat Benatar. I was a terrible singer in another life, but I did have rhythm. In a new body, maybe I would have an acceptable voice. I sounded good in the car; I just didn’t know.

At karaoke, I suggested a duet, 'I’ve Got You Babe' by Sonny and Cher. Many singers before us struggled, possibly due to nerves or alcohol. When Misty took the stage in her black leather bustier, nipple chain necklace, and my tennis skirt, the crowd watched immediately—and when she sang 'Emotions,' her voice blew everyone away. The audience gave a standing ovation, which I’d never seen at other karaoke nights.

Later that night, I told her what a natural singer she was. She responded, “Both of my parents are great singers. I took voice lessons for 12 years, yeah, I’m a natural.” I later found out she had auditioned and been accepted to Juilliard as a voice major, but decided not to go. She wasn’t interested in being a professional performer, but she did the tryout for her parents.

I was up, and the only practice I had ever done was singing with the car radio. I started out a little tentative, but realized the voice I had inherited wasn’t bad. I could actually carry a tune. While I was singing, I noticed a guy come over and sit with Misty. She kept shaking her head no, so I thought he was hitting on her. I finished up and actually got a nice round of applause.

Misty and I were up for “I Got You”. I took Sonny’s part because it was easier. As we were singing, she looked into my eyes, and I almost lost my place. When we finished, the crowd gave us a standing ovation, but better yet, Misty gave me a very passionate kiss, tongue and all, in front of God and country. The crowd went crazy.

It’s funny how people react to two people of the same sex showing love for each other. If we were two men kissing, not too many people would react positively, but because we were two women, everybody loved it.

We started to show up most Monday nights. The karaoke DJ would put Misty in the back half of the program. Some nights I would sing solo; some nights I wouldn’t, but we always finished with “I’ve Got You Babe” and a big, sloppy kiss. Any time I did sing, there would always be some guy who would hit on Misty. Sometimes they were very persistent until she told them she was a lesbian.

The karaoke DJ gave Misty his phone number and asked her to let him know if she was coming. He would save a seat for both of us. He knew he had a great act, and he wanted to capitalize on it.

Misty’s mom got a new car. She gave Misty her “old” car. The old car was a 2000 Mercedes-Benz 600SL Roadster, a two-year-old model. I was a car guy in another life. New, that car had an MSRP of north of $130,000. It looked like it had never been driven. Misty told me her mother got a new car every couple of years. Like I have said before, “Rich people, wow.”

Misty wanted more and more pain with her pleasure. I guess we had entered the realm of S&M. I had started to use a leather flogger with numerous strips. I had started to just tease her, but she soon asked me to hit her with it. I was careful not to wrap her. I knew wrapping could really hurt her and leave marks on her beautiful body.

I realized that Misty had become an endorphin and dopamine junky. She wanted a little more pain every time I got out the flogger. It started with lightly tapping her genitals. Eventually, I was striking her all over. I have to admit, she really enjoyed it and seemed to get stronger and stronger orgasms because of it.

August 19, 2002

August 19th fell on a Monday in 2002. Summer break was over, and school started the next day. I woke up before Misty, slowly shook her, and gave her a kiss. “Hey Misty, guess what day it is?”

“Day before the start of another school year.”

“Yes, but it’s also ‘karaoke night.”

“Yeah, we need to talk about that.”

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to go?”

“I’ll talk to you about it later.” I was a little puzzled. Misty loved performing. I had a “client” I was going to help to orgasm and had to get ready.

The address for the “client”, Mrs. S, was in Indian Hills, a very rich neighborhood of Cincinnati. As it turns out, there are some “modest” homes in the rich area. I was greeted by an overweight, 60ish, good-looking woman in a rather thick robe. Her makeup and hair were flawless. She had very few wrinkles due to her weight. Having lived almost two lifetimes, I know when you get older, it’s hard to keep weight off. I just never thought a woman concerned with her looks would let herself become overweight. As I introduced myself, she said, “I’ve been waiting for this for 40 years.” She led me to her bedroom, and we sat down and talked.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

“Never.”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

“I was raised a strict Catholic. Masturbation is considered a sin.”

“Do you or your husband ever stimulate your clitoris during sex?”

“I’m embarrassed to admit, I don’t even know if I have one.”

“Do you go to a gynecologist regularly?”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“If you had an anatomy problem, I would think they would have said something to you. Describe how you and your husband have sex.”

“Normally, he lies on top of me, pumps till he’s done. Once in a while, he’ll comment that I should orgasm from this.”

“Unless you are a very uncommon woman, you will never orgasm from just penetration. Has he ever performed oral sex on you?”

“Never. He does want me to perform it on him occasionally.”

“One last question. Would you like me to go down on you?”

“I would like that.” I had Mrs. S pick out a dildo similar in size to her husband’s penis. It was one of the smallest dildos I had. I undressed and opened up her thick robe. Her huge breasts hung low on her. She had a paunch and pubic area covered by a dark, thick cover of hair. I lay her down on her bed. Her stomach, although spongy-looking, was almost flat. I realized her vagina was dry. Common in older women. I lubed her and went down on her. Every woman who was a client had a nice-smelling pubic area. I suspected they had showered right before I arrived. When my tongue touched her clit, she literally jumped. I have found that women who have never had their clit played with are very sensitive.

I slowly inserted two fingers up her vagina; she winced. I had noticed that this was common in older women when an object is first inserted into their vagina. I slowly licked her clit like a lollipop. Long, slow, broad licks. Mrs. S’s hips started to move, and her head went back into her pillow. I could feel her clit enlarge and harden. Her breath started to speed up. I could see her nipples harden on her droopy breasts. When I pulled away, she said, “Don’t stop.”

“We’re going to move to the next part.” I put on the strap-on and lubed it well. I moved Mrs. S to the edge of the bed, held her legs up, and turned on the Magic Wand on low. I put the vibrator on her clit. She jumped.

“I’m sorry, that’s too much.”

“OK, how’s this?” I moved the vibrator to the side of her clit.

She closed her eyes. “That’s better.”

“You need to hold the vibrator on to where it feels best. If it isn’t enough, move it closer to your clit. It also has a high-speed setting, but I doubt that you’ll need it for now. When I enter you, I’m going to slowly go deeper. I’m hoping to find a little pleasure spot on the front side of your vagina. You need to help me and move on the dildo when I hit that spot.”

As I slowly inserted the dildo, Mrs. S winced again. I very slowly pushed the dildo in. I learned in another life that if you pay close attention to a woman you are having sex with, you can see little changes in facial expression. She started to relax, with a small smile on her face. As I pushed the dildo in farther, she started to move her hips. I had hit the G spot. I slowly pumped the dildo for at least five minutes before I saw any change in Mrs. S.

I noticed she had moved the vibrator directly on her clit. This caused her breathing to become short and fast. I was actually afraid she might hyperventilate. She started ending each breath with a quiet 'oh'. As we continued, she got louder and louder. She finally ended this with an orgasm, ending with an almost grunting sound. I continued to stroke the dildo in her, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible. When I was sure she was done, I slowly pulled the dildo out. There was a large gush of liquid from her vagina that I didn’t expect. I could tell it surprised her, too.

She looked at me and said, “So that’s what everyone makes a big deal about. Now I understand why. That was amazing.” She lay there a while, then got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. “I tried not to look at it, but I was amazed by your….”

“Clitoris?”

“Is that what it is?”

I did the whole spiel about size variation and theories about why some women are larger than others.

“Would you like to touch it?”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“If you play with it, it reacts like a small penis. It grows and gets hard.” With that, she asked me to sit down, and Mrs. S started playing with it.

“Can I suck on it?” Wow, that went from 0 to 60 instantly.

“You told me you suck your husband’s penis; just suck it like that. You need to put a couple of fingers up me, lift upward toward my belly button in a “come hither” motion. Just like I did for you.” It was obvious she had given her husband head frequently. I decided to keep my orgasms to one. “Wow, you’re really good at this.”

“I can assure you that you’re the first woman I ever did that with.” I decided not to explain what I meant.

“You can show your husband how to give you an orgasm. His penis and the vibrator should work well for you.”

“Never. He would flip out if he saw the vibrator. He would see it as an insult to his masculinity, even though he’s never gotten me off.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’ll take care of myself in private.”

“You get to keep the vibrator and dildo. That should help.”

She smiled, went over to a dresser, and handed me a well-worn envelope with bills of various denominations. Normally, I’m paid with nice, crisp $100 bills. It was obvious she had been saving for my “service”. I divided the bills into two parts. I put one part in my suitcase and gave the other to Mrs. S, saying, “Buy something nice for you.”

She smiled, “I will.”

When I got back to the condo, Misty was waiting for me. She was wearing a shirtless leather blazer open except for a couple of strings that stopped it from fully opening. She had on her go-to nipple chain necklace with a diamond between her ample cleavage. She was also wearing “skinny” leather pants. “Those pants look tailored for you.”

“They are.” With that, she spun around. The pants left very little to the imagination. Misty had a great ass and skinny legs. The pants stretched tight from the points of her hips, showing off her flat stomach and pubic mound. They also showed off a hint of camel toe. “Are you going to wear that outfit for karaoke tonight?”

“Andi, I have to talk to you about that. Olivia asked me out for dinner before karaoke. I’d appreciate it if you don’t go to karaoke. I’m sorry, but I’m just trying to figure things out.” With that, she walked out the door.

Misty met Olivia in one of their classes and struck up a friendship. Misty said she was attracted to Olivia, much like she was to me. Olivia turned out to be a lesbian. I started to wonder if Misty had “gay radar”. They had started meeting over coffee at the student union. Misty told me she wanted to take it further. She claimed she was still attracted to me, but wanted to make sure I was the “one”. Tonight was the night she was going to find out.

After Misty left for her date, I put on an old robe and sat out in the living room with Mary Sue and Bill. Mary Sue had bought a VCR player and had acquired a bunch of pornographic tapes. It wasn’t like they needed them to spark sex, but they loved watching them make a running narrative. It was actually quite funny, but it just made me horny. At one point, they put on a John Holmes tape, and Mary Sue said to me, “Does that remind you of anybody you know?” Mary Sue then had to explain to Bill the time in our dorm room when Mary Sue faked sleeping as I fucked Jimmy. I remember we all laughed when I said John Holmes’s cock reminds me of my first boyfriend, Jimmy. Mary Sue said it did remind her of Jimmy, except Jimmy was bigger.

I sat in the living room, dealing with the monkey chatter from my brain. I had so many “what ifs”. I had an epiphany. I really did love Misty, and I really missed big cocks. Bill was great with his wonder cock, but twice a month just wasn’t enough. If Misty and I survived this, I was going to come up with a solution we could both live with. But more about that later.

Misty left around 5 o’clock, and time seemed to just stop moving. Finally, around midnight, I heard a car door close. When Mercedes-Benz doors close, they have a distinct sound, and I was sure that was Misty’s car door. She ran into the room and gave me a huge, sloppy kiss. “Let’s go to the bedroom. We need to talk.”

I was very concerned. What did she want to talk about? Was this the end for us? When we got to the bedroom, she said, “I really love you.” Please forgive me for putting you through this. I just had to know.”

“Are we still good?”

“Very much so.”

“So tell me what happened?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it right now. Let me just say this: when you kiss me, I feel it all the way down to my vagina. I didn’t have that feeling with Olivia. Now shut up and help me out of my clothes and pleasure me.”

As I was sitting on the bed, Misty stood in front of me. I untied the two ties on her leather blazer and took it off. Her skin glistened with sweat. I unzipped her leather pants. As I peeled them off her, I realized why they were so easy to take off: they were lined with satin. I noticed how soft and stretchy the pants were. “What kind of leather are your pants?”

“Lambskin.”

Misty was naked in front of me. She had an odd smell of leather and sweat. It was a real turn on. I decided to take control. “Take off your nipple chain necklace.”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask questions, just do it.” She carefully removed the jewelry. Her nipples actually looked more erect than usual. “Lie down and don’t say a thing.” I propped her head up with a pillow. I fastened her wrists with fleece-lined restraint cuffs. I fastened them to ropes tied to the bottom of the bed. I put the S&M Bondage Restraints Kit “Spread Me” on her ankles and fastened it around her neck. Misty was tied down with her legs up in the air, totally exposing her cunt.

“You need to be punished.”

“Yes, yes.”

I had gotten out a set of nipple clamps and really tightened them. From her face, I could tell this really hurt Misty. I then got out my leather flogger and started to hit her. Gentle at first. I concentrated on her pubic area. From the way she reacted, I could tell this was a pain-and-pleasure situation for her.

“Again. Ohh. Again. Ohh. Harder. Ohh.”

I realized that I was so mad at Misty; I could make her pain my pleasure. I had to control myself, or I could really hurt her, no matter how much I wanted to punish her.

I stopped and went down on her. I slowly ran my tongue over her red inner labia. They were hot and enlarged from the flogging. They looked like large red rose petals. I kept this up as she tried to grind her pussy in my face. I was able to stick my tongue up her to her delight. She was so wet. The smell of leather mixed with the smell of her cunt was such a turn-on.

When I finally touched her enlarged clit lightly with my tongue, I could feel her body jerk. I started a rhythm of lightly touching her clit followed by not touching it. I did this for several minutes. Misty was as wet as I’ve ever seen her. I quickly lubed my entire right hand. As I slowly picked up the pace of my tongue, I slowly inserted my fingers into her cunt. One finger, then two; when I got to three, I decided I would put my entire hand up her. Misty had never taken anything this big up her pussy.

I made my hand as small as possible. The opening of the vagina has several muscles, and Misty’s were very tight. I was able to force my hand up, and she gasped, “Damn, that hurt.”

“Just relax.” I figured she was so full of endorphins it wasn’t going to hurt for long. I started to pump my hand in her pussy, and she started to move her hips to my pumps. I was now licking her clit harder and harder. As she was getting close to cumming I quickly pulled my hand out of her, but this time I had made a fist. This larger diameter made her pull her hips back.

I kept licking, and I reinserted my fist. Again, she gasped. I repeated this several times, and every time she was about to cum, I stopped licking. I kept this up until her hips started to push my fist in as hard as she could. “Damn it, Andi, finish the job.”

I finally decided to take her over the edge. I was pumping my fist as far as it would go up her. I would then fully remove it from her pussy. I started to speed this up. It was like a piston pumping in and out of her pussy. The fluids coming out of her really lubricated my fist. Misty started repeating “Oh my god” very quietly. The more I pumped her, the louder and louder she got. When she finally orgasmed, she was screaming.

Misty lay there trying to recover. She was sweating beads of perspiration. I jokingly said, “You ready to go again?”

“Andi, get ‘The Mushroom Man’.” I had bought a 10” dildo with a huge head, the diameter of a Coke can, as a joke. Misty said the head looked like a mushroom.

“You are kidding. That could really hurt you.”

“I hope so. Just get it and stick it up me.”

“If you want to try ‘The Mushroom Man,’ you’ll need a vibrator.” I unfastened her restraints, lubed up ‘The Mushroom Man’, handed her the vibrator, and slowly inserted ‘The Mushroom Man up Misty’s swollen pussy. There wasn’t nearly as much resistance as I expected. As I stroked it, she moved her hips to match it. I watched her face and realized she was loading up for a very intense orgasm. She started yelling loudly, “Oh my god.” When I thought she was done, she said, “Keep pumping it, but deeper and faster.”

I obliged. I knew she enjoyed having her cervix hit, and I was really hitting it. Misty was screaming at the top of her lungs. When she finished, she put her hand on the dildo and pulled it out, and collapsed.

“My turn”, as I positioned my head on a pillow on the bed.

“Can you wait till I recover?”

Actually, I was so turned on, I really couldn’t. I grabbed ‘The Mushroom Man’, slowly pushed it up my soaking pussy while jacking off my huge, hard clit. When I was really turned on, I almost always had the same pattern of cumming. As I pushed through the muscles of my opening, I came. I slowly pushed the big head dildo to my G spot. That big head really scraped against my “spot”. The entire time, I was furiously pumping my clit. I almost instantly came again and again. By now, I realized Misty was sucking on one of my nipples. Misty knew that when she played with my nipples, it distracted me and took me longer to cum. I then started the last of my cumming pattern. I started to bounce the dildo against my cervix. Again, I had one or two orgasms. I actually don’t remember; everything was a fog.

As I was winding down, I slowly pumped the dildo and lightly stroked my clit. I got a couple of sudden, fast orgasms, which I call “Whoop-dee-doos”. As I lay there, Misty said, “My god, Andi, that’s the loudest you’ve ever been. I’m sure everybody in the condo complex heard you.” I thought to myself, if people heard me, they definitely heard you.

I really didn’t want to bring up the subject, but I couldn’t help myself. “So, actually,what did happen between you and Olivia?”

“I think I misunderstood Olivia’s intentions. The first time we went out, she kissed me and felt me up. This last time, she took me back to her apartment after karaoke. When we got there, she took me straight to her bedroom. She was all over me. She had me naked in seconds. I have to admit, it’s flattering to have someone attracted to me. Once she had me naked, she basically threw me on the bed. No foreplay. She immediately went down on me and stuck a couple of fingers up me. I felt like it was rape. I was so turned off that I screamed at her to stop. She had the nerve to take off her clothes and wanted me to perform oral sex on her. That was my invitation to leave. I got dressed as quickly as I could, and here I am.”

“Misty, am I the one?”

“Yes, you are. I would marry you if it were legal.” That was a strange answer, but I’ll take it.

We lay there naked, sweaty, with fluids coming out of us. I crawled on top of Misty. As we talked, I finally said, “I hate to spoil the moment, but.”

“But what?”

“Have you noticed Mary Sue seems to find excuses not to have Bill fuck us twice a month? They’re engaged, and I think it’s time for the two of us to find another wonder dick. Somebody, we can do three ways as we do with Bill.”

“OK, what do you suggest?”

“There is no way we’re going to find a guy with a dick like Bill. When I was fucking ‘The Mushroom Man’, I had a similar feeling that I get when I fuck Bill. It really hit my G spot. We need to find a guy with a huge cock head. We both like our cervixes’ hit, but most guys can do that. We need to look for thickness, not necessarily length. One last thing, I hate hairy guys. I love smooth skin. The guy also needs to be smooth-skinned.”

“Damn Andi, you sound like you’re doing a scientific experiment.”

“Not yet, but that’s coming.”

More about our quest for a mushroom head cock and my scientific experiments, but later.

On a side note: When I was a young man in another life, my father told me never to hit a loved one in anger. I’m afraid I broke that rule. When I flogged Misty, I was really angry at her for what I felt she put me through. Her entire pubic area was so sore she wore skirts and no panties for almost a week. During that time, she wouldn’t let me go down on her. I was never going to flog her like that again.