Naked and alone on his bed, in the heat of the late afternoon sun, Jim Goodwin is fantasizing. As he conjures up the shapes of private delight, his hand embraces his iron-hard whoozitz. Well into the act of self-love, his hips rise and fall. He pulls his legs to his chest, stretching his thighs, pulling tight the line of soft flesh from anus to scrotum. Jim pretends he is with two women he has known and loved. Blondehaired Sue appears first in his mind's eye. She stands facing him, a few feet from the bed. The nipples of her bra- less breasts are outlined against the thin material of her T-shirt. Without a word, she takes off her Levi’s and then her shirt. Her breasts are high, tight and full. with dark, fat nipples, almost purple in the afternoon light. It is not the sun alone which illuminates her body and her face. There is desire and need brightening her flesh, hardening her nipples. Desire for him. Sue’s hands move slowly down the sides of her ribs and hips; rest for a moment on either side of her darling rounded tummy. Her hands grasp the waistband of her bikini underpants. She pulls them down slowly, staring fixedly at his eyes. She is tan, and white where her string bikini has hidden from public view all that he now sees. Her soft straw-colored hair is moist with desire, and when she moves into his embrace, she moans, of course. Suddenly the other woman, blackhaired Carol, has entered the room. At first she is angry. Her eyes flash bright blue. She also does not speak. In his fantasies, women speak only in lusty pleas and pleasured ecstasy. Carol smiles. She is no longer angry. She moves toward the bed. Her wide skirt of many warm colors rises as she leaps high onto the bed. The skirt with Carol in it comes down over his head, enveloping Jim in a tent of fire and flesh. Jim watches her thighs come down on either side of his face. The small hairs on her legs glow red in the filtered light of the skirt. All smooth and golden, she moves her legs still further apart. The dark curls at the apex of the tent open. He stares up in wonder. And now suddenly, as her legs spread still further, he does not see. Only smells and feels, tastes and hears. Somewhere far away, two women are laughing softly. Soon they are both touching him and each other everywhere. They tease him. They yield suddenly, rolling on their backs, side by side. He is forced to make the delicious impossible choice of who shall be first to know his love staff. He is the center of all action. Jim chooses one, then the other. They wait, each in turn, and while waiting, kiss each other and him, sucking, rubbing and moaning. The entire room is bathed in the odor of love. All three begin the swift slide into orgasm. Their voices sing such a glorious song! In his room alone, Jim Goodwin is ejaculating. Great gobs of pearlescent cum are wetting his chin, neck and chest. He moans and finishes. Alone with only a helping hand. Immediately afterwards, Jim feels silly. He rises, showers, dresses. But the fantasy doesn't leave him. It waits at the edge of his mind, the corner of his vision, a wonderful and disturbing thing that teases him all day at work. He has had this particular fantasy many times before. It is his favorite. But this week he can’t seem to keep it from entering unbidden in the midst of meeting with inferiors and superiors. At such times his pronger gets hard and pushes against his thigh and pant leg, clearly visible to anyone. He is afraid that he will be asked to get something or to rise to make a presentation. But his fear is silenced by his pride. It is such a nice big hardon. Jim Goodwin cannot let the fantasy
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