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TIKI ***************************************************************************** Brought to you by: For ADULTS Only BBS, (916) 944-7861, 1200/2400, 8N1 Northern California's Premiere Adult BBS "Where Friendships AND Fantasies Are Okay!" PC Pursuit Node CASAC ********************************************************* FEATURING ==> 10 <== *CHAT* LINES OF ACCESS! ********************************************************* Subboard: Close Encounters of a FANTASY Kind Filename: TIKI.TXT ***************************************************************************** Glen Allen could not take his eyes from the gorgeous brunette facing him at the bar. She was vaguely asian looking, with a bare-shouldered gown that revealed exquisite cleavage and beautiful golden skin. Not even her amused glances embarrassed him enough to stop staring. By her second drink, she seemed bolder about returning his gaze, and Allen was sure enough of mutual interest that he stood and carried his drink around to speak to her. She got in the first word. "You seem to recognize me from somewhere," she said with a slow, sensuous smile. She took a cigarette from her purse and held it elegantly for Allen to light. "Not really," he admitted. "I just haven't been able to look away -- I'm sorry if I've been staring." "Not at all. It's quite flattering -- appealing, actually." "I'm Glen Allen," he said with a deep breath. "Not the Glen Allen," she laughed merrily. "None other," he murmured, redfaced at her witty irreverence. "What's your name?" "Tiki ... please don't laugh. I didn't choose it." "No, I won't laugh." "Would you like to buy my last drink, Glen Allen?" "Either that or the Taj Mahal," he said deadpan, signaling to the bartender. Her laugh was musical, with a sincerity that Glen found refreshing. He had the notion that Tiki didn't laugh to be polite. "Who are you, Glen Allen?" she asked when the bartender had taken their order. Allen gave her the short summary. "Very impressive," she said quietly, without humor. "Then I take it from what you've told me, and from the size of the roll of bills you carry, that you have a certain amount of wealth?" "I'm, ah, shall we say comfortable," he answered smugly, patting his pocket for unconscious reassurance. "Oh, good -- perhaps we can become friends," she smiled. "I have a special affinity for `comfortable' friends." They made small talk until their glasses were empty. Tiki took up her small purse and stepped down from her stool, leaning very close to Allen in the process. "Do you think you could give me a ride home?" she smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, yes," he groaned, shuddering at her alluring scent. He walked behind her, his hand securely on the small of her trim back, beneath the hip length straight hair. In his gray BMW, Allen said, "Where to, Fantasy Lady?" Tiki laughed and gave directions. "Interesting that you should call me that," she added. "I like to think of myself as a dream maker." "How do you mean?" Allen asked, though he thought he had an idea. "Just that I enjoy making dreams come true." There was a brief silence. "What are your dreams, Glen Allen?" she murmured at a stop light, looking intently across the seat from her regal, upright pose. "I mean, your deepest, most secret dreams." He had difficulty answering. "I'm not sure I can tell you," he smiled, at last. "Of course ... Don't you find that rather sad?" "Yeah, I guess ... it's just that there's some things people don't tell anyone." "But when someone is brave enough to tell me their dreams," Tiki said quietly, "I seem to have a knack of helping to bring them to life." Allen shuddered as from a sudden chill. She directed him down a maze of streets, then into an uphill drive. Allen sat looking at the large, dark house. "Let me ask you something," she said. He waited. "I know it's a silly question, but I must ask ... are you a policeman?" Allen threw his head back and laughed. "No," he said finally. "Not with the police, in any capacity?" she insisted with that amused smile. "No -- nothing to do with any law enforcement agency at all," he answered, sobering at the implications of her questions. "Then, another question, Glen Allen," she smiled. "Don't be afraid to tell me the truth ... would spending a couple of intimate and imaginative hours with me be worth $500 to you?" He stared at her in the dim glow of the dash lights, finally nodding. "Yes," he said slowly, "I believe it would." She rewarded him with a sensuous smile. "That was the right answer," she chuckled, reaching a palm over to caress his cheek. "Then I propose to you that you give me $500 now, and come inside with me for what I promise will be the most exciting, intensely pleasurable evening of your life." Allen laughed openly, then caught himself. "Sorry," he murmured. "It's just that I've had some pretty enjoyable evenings in my time. What if your seductive, if optimistic, forecast is wrong?" Without hesitation, she said, "You get three fifths of your money back ..." Then she pouted. "But in that case, we will have agreed that I can't please you. You won't be able to call me, and you won't ever be allowed to return to my home." She spoke darkly, as if what she was describing was the worst form of punishment she could imagine. "Interesting," he mused. "Tell me, do you make this proposal to everyone you invite in?" Tiki nodded slowly, holding his gaze. "And, to answer your next question, I have never seriously been asked for a refund. I suppose you could say I pick my friends very carefully." Allen's brows arched. "Sounds like an unbeatable deal to me," he breathed, reaching for his money clip. They walked up the steep walk, arms about each other's waists, Tiki's head resting against Allen's broad shoulder, the picture of lovers. Tiki rang the doorbell, and they waited. "Good evening," Ma'am," said the white-haired gentleman who answered the door. He spoke in a clipped British accent. "Hello, John ... this is Mr. Allen." "Sir," greeted the man with a slight bow of the head. "Have the children gone to bed?" she asked in passing. "No, Ma'am -- they are in the television room. "Friday Night Videos," I believe." His tone said he did not approve. Tiki clucked, then chuckled, leading Allen by the hand down a corridor. "I must see to them ... do you mind?" she said. "Of course not," he answered. Most unusual situation, he thought. The large dwelling whispered of wealth, and of a taste for the opulent. Tiki rapped once at a closed door, then entered immediately. The blaring music was far too loud. Allen took in the sight of a young boy and girl, obviously brother and sister, lying on the sofa with their legs entangled at the middle. God only knew what they had been doing, for the boy's jockey underwear contained an obvious and rigid erection, of which neither youngster seemed aware. "Hello, Mummy," said the boy brightly. He jumped up, oblivious to the bouncing erection below his waist, and gave Tiki a full-body hug. The girl just sat there, staring intently up at Allen. Both of them possessed the sensuously unusual facial features and the dark, flashing eyes of their mother. The girl's long dark hair had a sheen as if freshly washed, and hung down past her waistline, like her mother's. She looked to be eleven or twelve years old, though Allen often had trouble telling, and she had the dark beauty and somber expression of Winnie in the TV series "The Wonder Years." Allen had difficulty not returning her liquid gaze. Tiki reached for the remote control and switched off the television. Both beautiful children beamed up at her joyfully, unfazed by her scowl. "You were to be in bed at eleven," she said sternly. "You know you must both be punished." She turned, as if suddenly remembering her guest. "I'm sorry," she said. "These miscreants are my son and daughter, Jason and Jessica -- children, this is Mr. Allen." She took the boy by the hand and looked at Allen. "Forgive me, Greg Allen, but I must leave you and tend to something. I will be gone for only a few moments." She looked at the girl. "See if our guest would like something to drink, dear." "Can we play a game?" the girl said without looking away from the reddening Allen. "If Mr. Allen wishes to," answered Tiki. "But," she said to Allen, "if she becomes annoying, please spank her for me." When the door had closed, the girl sat up, never taking her huge eyes from Allen's face. "Would you like to sit down?" she murmured. Her voice was husky, like her mother's, and as appealing. Allen took a seat beside her, where she patted the sofa. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked, touching the back of his hand with her fingertips. "No, thank you," Allen answered through cottony lips. The girl stood suddenly, but did not move away. "I know a game," she said with a small coy smile. Allen swallowed. "Would you like to play?" she persisted. "What is the game?" he asked cautiously, enjoying the view of her in spite of himself. Tall and leggy, she wore a peach-colored silken teddy which left little to his imagination as to what she would look like without it. He found it difficult to keep his eyes from wandering the length of her, found looking through the filmy fabric at her large dark nipples very exciting. She took a step toward him, straddling his left foot. Giving him an impish, little girl look, she spread her feet and began bumping her pubic mound against his knee. "You can tickle my nipples," she offered. She added with a frown of discontent, "I don't have very much breasts yet ..." Allen coughed and covered his mouth. "Thank you," he managed finally, "but your mother might not like me to do that." "She doesn't mind," the girl scoffed. "Why do you think she left you in here with me?" "Really?" he asked, more amazed than amused. Jessica nodded, still bumping away at his knee. "Would you hold me for just a little while?" she asked with a plaintive air. "If you don't want to tickle me, I mean." "I guess so," Allen said. He raised his hands, and Jessica made herself comfortable across his lap, head on his chest with her lovely legs extended along the sofa. "Why don't you like me?" she whimpered, and Allen heard her sniff back a tear. "I like you," he told her, now stroking her back in an effort to correct her thinking. "But I think you're too young to play the games you want to play." "Daddy used to tickle me when he was here -- I was a lot younger then." Allen did not resist her taking his hand in hers. She drew it up close, then kissed the tip of his middle finger. He gasped with the sudden sensation of her sucking his entire finger deep into her throat, but did not try to pull it back. She lay contentedly, holding his hand in place, sucking and nibbling at his finger. "Do you know how much it excites a man when you do that?" he breathed, kissing the girl's forehead. She nodded, not pausing in her very arousing treatment of his finger. After a few moments, she drew her knees up and laid her legs open. Allen could see the dark moisture that now soaked the crotch of her garment. Taking Allen's hand from her face, she drew it down her flat chest and tight belly, to clamp it between her thighs. "It makes me juicy, too," she murmured quietly and matter-of-factly. "Feel." It was a soft command he could not ignore. With an exasperated moan, he worked his hand between her legs. When it was clear that he would not pull it free, Jessica opened her legs slightly, then more, giving him a moan of approval and pressing her face to his neck. "You do that nice," she gasped. He was hooked, and could no more stop what she was making him do than he could have stopped breathing. All he could hope was that Tiki would take longer to come back ... much longer. She shuddered against him, now straining with the effort of holding her legs painfully wide. "Why do some men like to kiss me there?" she moaned harshly, without seeming to require an answer. "And my bottom, too ... it feels so tickly ... so slick and good when they do that ...." Her voice was now a hissing, passionate whisper. She turned abruptly toward him, holding his wrist in place, and raised her right knee up against the back of the sofa. That created a most inviting situation, and loosened the crotch of her teddy. Allen's fingers stole inside the fabric and dabbled between the almost hairless lips of her sex, and high, up the crack between her firm young buttocks. She liked it. He liked it. The opening of the door startled him almost to the point of throwing the girl from the sofa. "I see you two have hit it off nicely," smiled Tiki as she walked in. She had changed into a creme colored teddy. "Tiki, I ..." Allen's face was cherry red, and he was still trying unsuccessfully to extricate himself from the girl's strong grip. "I don't know what to say," he finished with a rush. "No need to say anything. She is most seductive, isn't she?" Tiki smiled without rancor. "And persuasive." Allen relaxed somewhat, but did not resume the genital stroking of before. "He's nice, Mummy," Jessica murmured, turning to look up at Tiki with a glazed expression of extended sexual stimulation. "Can I keep him?" Tiki tilted her head back and laughed. "No, Dear -- you can't keep him. But perhaps Mr. Allen would like you to join us for a little while before you go to bed. Why don't you ask him?" Jessica nodded and looked at Allen quizzically. "Could I?" she begged. "You could help me with my skin care. Mummy says if I do it faithfully, my bottom and breasts will always be as soft as hers." Tiki laughed again, enjoying the dazed expression on Allen's face. "I told you she was most persuasive," she said, turning as if to leave the room. "Come along, Dear," she called over her shoulder. "Bring your new friend." He knelt, naked as they, on the great round bed between them, stroking them with oily hands, shivering with the visual and tactile pleasure of them. A matched set of beauties lying gracefully, sensuously, along either side of him, yielding, moaning, writhing to his touch, caressing him in concert with their legs and feet. After a time, the girl, Jessica, twisted toward Tiki, was greeted with a welcoming arm about her long body and lay suckling contentedly at her mother's exquisite breast. Allen watched breathlessly, from hooded eyes. He had never experienced anything remotely as arousing as watching that scene while continuing to apply oil to Tiki's belly and loins, and to Jessica's shapely buttocks and between her legs. Tiki's eyes also closed, and the two females seemed to be in their own world of welcome, overpowering sensation. Allen bent low and kissed Jessica's buttock. The oil was edible, the girl had quipped, to her mother's amused laugh. She murmured throatily at the gesture and briefly rolled her ass, opening her long legs in invitation. Allen accepted with a heartfelt moan. Impossible to say why some men liked to kiss her bottom ... it was just an eminently kissable bottom. A half hour later, no words having been spoken, Tiki moved with a marvelous instinct for timing, drawing Allen down with hot, murmuring kisses to lie on his back between them. Without instructions, almost as if the two of them were a well-practiced ballet team, Jessica knelt on all fours and let Allen lick and kiss her pointed, obviously sensitive nipples, while Tiki traveled, kiss by erotic kiss down his belly and between his legs. He arched and moaned loudly with the intense sensations when she at long last rewarded his patience and attentiveness with a hot, wet, expert mouth and throat along the length of his aching need. The girl bent to whisper in his ear, "I love to watch her do that," then turned and threw a leg across his eager face. Staring down between her legs at Allen's dazed expression, she slowly, teasingly lowered her beautiful bottom until it came to rest on his mumbling mouth. She kept her yummy ass and genitals in close proximity to the action Allen so willingly offered, and fell forward on her hands to watch the activity of her mother. At length, something Allen couldn't quite hear passed between the two females. Moving, sliding, grinding herself against his passionate mouth now, the girl helped Tiki raise Allen's legs. With Tiki's hands beneath his buttocks, Jessica lay upon his writhing belly, holding his bent knees beneath her slight weight and his throbbing rod in her mouth. What followed would ever remain in Allen's treasure of favorite fantasy images. With the daughter now in charge of tormenting his eager cock with considerable skill and relish, and riding his slick face shamelessly, the mother turned the attention of her lips, tongue and tapered fingers to the sensitive flesh between his buttocks. Teasing him unbearably, Tiki finally began to probe his anus with the tip of her tongue, spreading his cheeks with strong thumbs. She lifted her face momentarily and said throatily, "Please hold back, Darling ... this is terribly arousing and I'm about to need you to be very strong for me." Allen just mumbled shrilly against the moving target above, trying to convey some urgency. But Jessica was proving skillful at giving pleasure without sending him over the edge. Eventually, Tiki rose from her ersatz feeding and made her way along his legs. Allen bawled passionately against Jessica's tender bottom as the woman took his aching tool in her hand and impaled herself slowly upon it, gasping and writhing with its penetration. It quickly became clear that her goal was her own pleasure, without bringing Allen off. Equally clear was that she knew how to do that, grinding her cunt in great rotations about the base of his deeply embedded cock and against the sharp protrusion of his pubic bone, without bouncing her ass. Allen lay quiescently in a stupor of pleasure and mounting need. Without haste, the woman riding his cock gave every indication that her goal was being met. Soon, she was whimpering and thrashing herself hard against him, and Allen felt the musculature of her body go into spasms, accompanied by her shrill approval and erratic movements. At last, she slowed to a crawl, on all fours, moving only slightly while continuing to pant and gasp. "Oh, Darling!" she whispered huskily. "It hasn't been this good, since ... since I can remember! He is wonderful, Jessica! I hope he can be your first." "Mummy!" the girl whined, "can't I ...?!" She didn't finish the question. They evidently had forgotten that Allen was there. "No, Baby," her mother groaned. "Not this time -- soon, though. You must be patient. Come -- taste me upon him." Even as the older woman was groaning with the effort and apparent ecstasy of lifting herself from Allen's raging erection, the girl was once again lying forward, eagerly and quickly transferring his cock from between her mother's legs to her own mouth. Allen lurched and bawled into the crack of the girl's ass with the heightened sensations. "Oh, God!" he squalled. "Stop her! I can't ..." In his urgency, his distress, he began lifting his hips against the girl's strong, ardent mouth. Tiki crawled around him and pushed the girl from his face. Lying upon him, she fed him the taste of his own body with her expert mouth, as Allen writhed and whimpered. "No, you mustn't come in her mouth!" Tiki hissed imperiously, ignoring his travail as she mauled his eager mouth with her own, while raking his chest and belly with her nails. The girl had moved down for more leverage, and now knelt beside Allen, bent low, with her head bobbing against him urgently, creating strong suction at the top of each agonizingly sensational stroke. He had become board-rigid with the effort to hold back, but could not continue. Finally, he gave up and yielded himself to the most intense climax he had ever experienced, squalling harshly and arching madly against the girl's willing mouth. He could feel the girl gagging, hear her coughing, but, incredibly, she would not stop. In one instant, she transformed his shrill height of pleasure into something unbearable, and Allen now struggled against her mother's embrace in a mindless effort to wrench the girl from him. "Please!" he shrieked, nearly in tears with the unprecedented sensations. The girl stopped and became still, yet continued to hold his still-pumping penis in her fist, its tip between her lips. Allen lay moaning and writhing in extremis for long minutes, as the girl nursed gently at his flesh and her mother continued to cuddle with him, alternating his whimpering mouth between her magnificent breasts. "Sorry ... so sorry!" he whimpered over and over. "I couldn't hold back -- I tried, but ..." "Shhh," Tiki comforted him, patting his heaving belly and chest in comforting gestures. "It's all right -- it was what she wanted." "I did it, Mummy!" the girl said suddenly, exultantly, lifting her radiant face and letting Allen's gism drool down her chin. She coughed again, belched loudly, laughed gaily, and repeated, "I finally did it! What a wonderful thing!" Tiki chuckled, then bent to kiss Allen's mouth once more. "See? You mustn't fret," she whispered against his ear. She held out a hand to the girl. "Come, let Mr. Allen help me clean you up." Jessica came to them on hands and knees and straddled Allen's extended arm, inviting him to touch her juicy bottom as she bent low and covered his mouth with her own, drooling into his open, willing mouth, then moved slightly and offered him her chin and neck, which he licked with relish. "Ohh, that feels good," she whimpered, writhing with abandon upon his gentle hand. "Touch my little go-button!" Allen lay in a daze of post-coital pleasure with both women riding his hands and fingers, taking turns kissing him and letting him mouth their breasts. After a time, they lay along either side of the spent man, cuddling against him, wrapped in his weak arms. The three of them murmured at each other with sighs of pleasure over the intimate closeness. Allen awoke with a start. Tiki knelt beside him on the bed, once again clad in the filmy teddy. She was looking down fondly upon him with an amused smile, stroking his damp hair. Jessica was nowhere to be seen. "Hi," she murmured in that low, sexy voice. "Hi," Allen grinned back, stretching like a well-fed cat. "What time is it? Time for me to leave?" He pouted at the thought. "I'm afraid so," she said sadly. Allen turned toward her and handled her swaying breasts. Tiki's head went back and she moaned with a short laugh. "You do have a wonderful touch," she murmured. "Jessica wants to kidnap you." "God, I would die!" Allen moaned. They laughed together, still in the afterglow of good ... no, excellent sex. She gazed into his eyes with a look of genuine fondness. "So," she said softly, taking a deep breath. "Do you think you might visit us again sometime? I would be glad to see you again." He laughed and looked pointedly down at his reviving erection. "I think he would shrivel up on me out of pure spite if I said no," he laughed. She followed Allen's gaze and reached down to grasp his hardness. "Oh, dear," she said, pouting prettily. "I feel deprived -- you gave my prize to Jessica. And after I worked so hard for it!" He moaned as she fondled him gently. "Do you suppose you could stay just a little longer and let me give him a proper goodbye kiss?" she asked with a sexy grin. "God!" he groaned, falling back. "Yes -- but only so you won't feel deprived!" She chuckled and prowled down the bed like a great cat zoning in on its prey. Moments later, she lay curled up at Allen's side, her head on his belly, gently suckling at his hyper-sensitive flesh. Soon, she rose above him and demonstrated her skill by bringing him off more quickly than he would have ever thought possible, with short, tight headstrokes and enormously strong suction. It was intense and good, thoroughly enjoyable, if less passionate than before. When Allen was quiet and relatively still, she moved back up into his arms, offering him once again the taste of his own juices. The house was silent as Tiki walked Allen to the front door. "It was wonderful," Allen murmured against her ear. "And I WILL be back." Her smile was his reward, as Tiki gave him an engraved business card from the foyer table. Allen pulled her hard against him and gave her a passionate goodnight kiss. He looked down at her, clearly hesitating from saying something. Tiki smiled with curiosity. "What is it, Darling?" she purred. "When do you think ... I mean, I was wondering about ..." Her smile deepened with a knowing look. "Jessica?" she asked with a quiet laugh. Allen gave her a sheepish look and nodded. She seemed to give it some thought. "I'm not sure," she said at last. "But soon, I think. She's a young woman now. Why don't you stay in close touch, though -- I take it you'd like to be involved." "Oh, yes," Allen said emphatically. "There's a lot of interest," Tiki said with a teasing grin. "I just imagine there is," Allen laughed. "I may have to have a raffle." Her gaze had steadied directly on his eyes. "Would you still be interested?" Allen moaned and buried his face in Tiki's hot neck. "Yes -- God, yes!" he hissed. "Perhaps you will be the high bidder," she murmured, and gently pushed Allen toward the door. "Call me, Glen Allen -- there are pleasures you have only dreamed of -- some, perhaps, beyond even your dreams..." Allen made his shaky way to the car. He could see himself calling Tiki ... calling her frequently.