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 Mutually Satisfying Part 1

   20,000 words Story codes as follows - F, MF with solo, mutual
masturbation, vanilla missionary

   Comments - this is the first time I've ever posted in chapters but this
one seemed to be ripe for it as its an episodic tale, focusing on a young
woman's experiences with this particular kink.  This is part 1 of 4 with
number 3 already written, all other chapters to be of generally the same
theme with minor variations each time

   Comments, questions, criticisms, hatemail, whatever -
shadesofextasy@hotmail.com

   It was the Wednesday afternoon before the weeklong break between the
fall and winter semesters at GulfCoast University, and Anne was looking to
going away with her boyfriend, Rob, to his parent's cabin on a quiet stream
in the lower reaches of the Rocky Top Mountains.  The idea, when he had
first presented it and she agreed to it, was to enjoy a hidden retreat away
from the pressures of her grueling studies at GulfCoast's prestigious
journalism school and his race to finish his Ph.D.  thesis.  She was
driving along down a deserted dirt road at dusk alone, searching for the
turn-off to the secluded house, because at the last minute, after she had
finished off the last of her end-of-term exams, Rob had told her he would
be delayed several days.  It was quite a blow, not only because she had
agreed to give up her dorm room to her roommate so she could share it with
her out-of-town boyfriend but also she feared their stagnating relationship
needed a spark to be revived.  Starting out alone was not exactly the
summer idyll she'd had in mind, but she stopped her sniffling and
reluctantly agreed.

   A hand-painted sign glimmered faintly in the gathering gloom and Anne
finally pulled into an even more rutted trail that led to a pine grove
surrounding the quaintly rustic cabin.  In a few minutes, she had unpacked
the car and unlocked the door.  She was momentarily surprised to feel
Mouser, Rob's parents' big black cat, nuzzling up against her legs, then
remembered they left the old tom up here year-round.  He meowed plaintively
and she scratched behind his ears as she got a nice fire going to ward off
the creeping chill of a mid December night.  Even in the subtropical
climate of Blue Bay, winter nights are frequently crisp and cool.

   Anne had a light supper, and after stacking her dishes into the
dishwasher, she walked down the hallway towards the bathroom.  Mouser's
almost silent treading behind her reached her ears and she smiled back at
him.

   "You coming with me, darling?  Well ...  okay, but I'm going to take a
shower..."

   Anne flitted about the tiled room as she turned the water on to the
steamy heat that she enjoyed, happy Rob's parents had not extended the
bucolic ambience to the bathroom.  As she stripped, her sultry green eyes
caught her own nakedly tanned curves reflected in the full length dressing
mirror.  For a moment, she stood unmoving, consciously, admiring her
symmetrical shape ...  pink-nippled breasts and waspish waist flowing into
the flared arch of her crescently curved hips and smoothly rounded thighs.
Rob frequently admired her long legs, the elegant flow of her calves,
slender ankles and tiny feet until she was embarrassed.

   Slight movement caught the corner of her eye, Anne whirled to see Mouser
watching her, dropped prostrate, stretching out his front paws, and she
smiled down at him as his eyes rolled lazily up at her.

   "Lecher," she whispered, walking toward the door to close and throw the
locking bolt for certain privacy.  "If my boyfriend could see you watching
me naked now ..."

   Anne sighed, smiling sensually to herself as she stepped into the
shower-stall, turning the spout of cascading water until the fine spraying
needles were splashing on her naked, soft flesh, the whole uplifting
process adding to her happy mood.

   After cleansing herself and combing her hair, she slipped into a pale
green nightie then walked to the living room and the cheery fire that
crackled in the fireplace between the living room and the bedroom. 
Grabbing a bottle of Chablis and a pottery goblet from a nearby cabinet,
she pulled the extra large beanbag that sat against one cobblestone and
feldspar wall to the front of the fire, and collapsed into it gratefully.

   That first evening alone was proving to be a time of reckoning and
revelation for Anne.  As she uncorked the bottle and poured herself a
goblet, she mused about the situation that existed between Rob and herself.
While she was only a junior in college, knew she didn't have a wealth of
knowledge about relationships, she wondered if it wasn't inevitable that
after eleven months together, no matter how deeply two people care for each
other, their attraction would grow stale.  She was loathe to blame Rob,
knowing no one can change anyone but themselves, and felt her female
intuition telling her that as a seductive woman she was inherently able to
weave a sensual spell around them both, if only she knew what their mutual
triggers were...

   Anne leaned back into the bean bag chair, which cushioned her body,
allowing her to relax as she extended her legs, pointing her bare feet to
the peaceful warmth reflecting from the burning logs.  The diaphanous gown
rode to her thighs, allowing the warmth to flicker over the flesh there. 
The cozy fire and good wine combined to soothe and relax her.  She was
feeling lethargic so she indolently lay back, languidly allowing her new,
sensuous mood to wash over her, thoughts of Rob drifting through her mind.
She imagined her boyfriend by her side, but without the pressure she might
have felt if he'd actually been there.  How long had it been since she'd
really looked at his body?  It seemed to take shape before her languorous
eyes as she gazed into the glimmering flames.  In her mind's eye, she saw
the sinewy muscles of his well-formed arms and legs, the broad chest and
firm buttocks, those tangled, golden hairs that darkened a rich auburn
above his penis.  She could so easily visualize the full throbbing length
of him...

   That was when it happened ...  not all at once, but in little short
surges, brief quivering rushes of intensely hedonistic sensation and
provocative stimulation that coursed through her scantily-clad body in
surge after surge of seductive sweetness.  It didn't concern her much at
first; after all, it could have been anything ~~ the seductive heat of the
fire, the heady intoxicating quality of the full-bodied wine or maybe just
her insides knotting up from the newness of being in this cabin for the
first time ...  but there was soon no way of kidding herself.  Something,
indeed, had triggered her, just as surely as if a hidden switch inside her
brain had been toggled open.  First the feeling of blood rushing heatedly
through her lower torso, then the delicious tingling spreading upward
through her thighs, then to her lushly quivering breasts where they
reddened slightly and began to swell with an excitement all their own.  And
then her tiny nipples began to throb as if in sinful accompaniment to the
unfamiliar rhythm of quickening desire that was somehow welling inside her
at this very moment...

   Far from the serenity she'd known a few moments before, Anne felt
suddenly restless, her mind spinning like a child's top.  Her soporific
brain reeled for a dizzying moment and then her confused thoughts, blurred
by the effects of the potent alcohol, began to come together in a mélange
of confusion and arousal, suddenly very aware it had been nine days since
she and Rob had made love.  She felt the luscious sensations in her lower
torso growing more and more intense and now even each inhalation of air she
breathed in seemed to be scented with Rob, the earthly male hint of raw
sexuality and primal lust nearly overpowering.  Her body ached, and she
wanted nothing more than to feel his comforting bulk against her, feel him
touch her.  She longed for him to come to her and ravage her.  She wanted
him to take her forcefully, slamming his cock deep inside of her.  So her
eyes drifted close and she lay in the bean bag chair, alone, fantasizing
about the many ways she wanted to fuck her wonderful boyfriend...

   With those decadent sensations spreading inside her like wildfire
spreads through a drought-desiccated tree, from one limb to another until
the whole organism is aflame, Anne spontaneously, without really knowing
what she was doing, began to touch herself in all the places she wanted Rob
to explore.  Her creamy breasts were achingly swollen, the gnawing hot
flame that had been bothering her like a fly around her head now reaching
into the very throbbing pink tips of her little nipples, hard and distended
against the gossamery gown she wore.  Almost lazily, her hands lifted,
trailing along her negligee, palms going to the gauzily covered mounds of
her bosom, her teeth clamping on her lower lip as she fought a moan of
purely sexual need.  Her breasts were acutely sensitive beneath her own
massaging fingers, her nipples already risen into hard little knobs.

   Anne loosened the buttons that ran down the front of her silken lingerie
until she could pull the frilly edges back to expose the firm curves to the
warmth of her fingers.  She needed Rob's hands there.  She gripped one
nipple between her thumb and forefinger, breathing in sharply at the sharp
sting of pleasure that zinged like a faint electric current through her
body and pulled a gasp from her lips.  It felt strange, touching herself
like this, but she told herself she was alone, no one would ever know, but
most of all she knew she didn't want to stop.  It was as if something were
urging her on, as if her very flesh was crying out for carnal attention and
she just could not ignore it.  And, besides, even though Rob's hands were
more calloused, far rougher than hers, the sweet fantasy worked at the
edges of her mind.  It was Rob touching her, relieving the growing need
building just beneath her heated flesh.

   Eyes drifting shut, sinking deeper into the pillowy bean bag chair, Anne
unhurriedly explored her own body, dainty fingers tracing over her naked
skin, feeling Rob's presence as strongly as if he were kneeling beside her.
Her long legs fell lazily apart so that the lulling warmth of the fire
invaded her trembling thighs like a living hand.  The flames of induced
desire immediately spread from the plane of her belly into the sultry delta
of her sex.  Without any idea of what she was doing, she began rubbing her
tummy, demurely sliding above her negligee, feeling the veiled curls of her
pubic hair under her caressing fingertips before boldly stroking along her
crease, she discovered a slick wetness there.  When she raised her hand to
her flared nostrils, she breathed in the zesty aroma of her wanton arousal
and she was now very aware of the sudden all-consuming intensification of
her horniness.

   One hand quickly slid to her thighs, pushing the gown to her flaring
hips as, lost completely now in her wild and frantic desire, she felt her
fingers dig beneath her panties and over her plump mound until she felt the
coil of downy pubic fluff under her fingertips.  She toyed with the silky
curls idly, barely aware of this delicate pleasure, until she reached
downwards to touch the soft lips of her sex.  Nine days of denied sexual
energy rushed into her needy sex, electric jolts, far stronger than the
first wave, erupting without warning.  She jerked, shuddered, as a moan
tore past her lips.  "Rob," she whispered his name, seeing him in her
mind's eye there with her, perhaps watching her, observing her, his
expressive eyes growing dark as she touched her own body.

   Anne's hand slid down over the plumpened outer lips of her tender cunny
and slowly spread them apart, peeling back the fleshy covering of her
small, secret opening.  Her inner lips were beestung-swollen, sensitized
from her wanton arousal.  The slick cream from her body coated them
heavily, allowing her fingers to glide easily between them until they met
the entrance to her gripping vagina.  She moaned shamelessly, instinctually
spreading her legs wide, and dipped her finger between her labia, drawing
out the sweet nectar within.  She once more envisioned Rob there,
witnessing her lubricious behavior.  Would he like that?  Would his cock
thicken, become erect at the sight of her slender fingers pushing through
the narrow slit of her cunny lips?  In her wicked fantasy, it did.  She
began to tenderly stroke the folds of warm, wet flesh around around her
pulsing clit, tentatively rubbing her nectar-wet fingertip against that
precious nubbin, feeling the piercing lust that shuddered through her womb
at the titillating touch.

   As she touched herself, Anne felt her hotly quivering vaginal lips open,
like a blossoming rose seeking the heat of the sun, of their own accord.  A
stream of her own passion juices began seeping down the insides of her
sleek upper thighs, as if it somehow might quench the flames of animal
wantonness that were raging so fiercely now in her belly.  The thought of
Rob standing there, seeing her like a naughty little girl with her hand
inside her own panties, brazenly and shamelessly fondling herself, was
incredibly arousing.  God, it feels so good!  I'm so hot inside ...  so
hot. I need a man inside me there, my man!

   "P-Please ..." Her lips were parched dry and the word came out like a
dying gasp of someone lost on the desert under a scorching sun.

   Hurrying, frantic with all the frenetic passion of a horny teenager
about to be made love to for the first time, she lifted her smoothly
rounded buttocks from the bean bag chair and yanked her panties down her
firm young thighs, over her supple calves, and tossed them aside.  Gone now
was any lingering fragment of society-imposed modesty or puritanical shame.
Nothing mattered now but this burning lust up inside her that ached ~~
screamed ~~ for fulfillment.  So she clenched her legs over her hand and
began to probe her sultry sex, curling just the tip of her middle finger
into her creamy canal until she could feel the radiant heat emanating from
her inner flesh.  She lay like that for a long time, motionless save for
her free hand squeezing hard around her heaving breast, savoring the
exquisite sensation of being penetrated ever so slightly.

   From deep inside her, the throbbing pulsation, which had begun as a
muted vibration, had been whetted into a profound ache, a ravenous hunger
repressed for nine days but now totally unleashed.  The previously flowing
secretion now bathed her finger, even her wrist, in liquid heat.  "Oh God!"
She couldn't stop her mellifluous cry as she pressed her finger deeper
inside.  Her pussy gushed at the pleasure, the velvet-wrapped-about-iron
muscles clamping around her fingers, begging for more, much like those of a
virgin being touched for the very first time.  Going still further, she ran
the crest of a lacquered nail over the knobby mass of her cervix, the
opening to her womb itself.  She gasped with genuine shock at how thrilling
it was to plunge into the deliquescent core of her sexuality.  Her legs
stiffened as her taut buttocks contracted and her waspish hips energized,
beginning a slow, rolling, pumping response, the way she moved when she was
being fucked.

   Anne's fantasy resumed, only this time, instead of being a mere passive
voyeur, Rob was now above her, rubbing his mushroomy glans against her
juicy hole and teasing her with the promise of his steely hardness lunging
inside her.  He liked to taunt her until she was practically climbing the
walls before landing his full weight upon her so she mirrored his foreplay
motions, bringing her hand once more to the outside of her vagina again. 
Taking a deep breath, she explored the folds leisurely, touching one spot,
then another.  It reminded her of the last time she and Rob had made love
and they'd ended up writhing about in the 69 position, her feeling and
stroking his hardened cock in her hand ...  and then sucking on it like a
lollipop into her mouth!  A quiver of excitement fluttered over her
curvaceous nakedness as she remembered his sinuous tongue probing for the
most sensitive areas of sensation as well as the sweet taste of his swollen
cock, and the hard, maddeningly erotic feel of it to her experimenting
tongue!  But when he'd finally shot his delicious, virilely fresh cum into
her mouth and throat and she'd swallowed it...

   Delicacy inevitably gave way to urgency and, feeling the irresistible
urge to be penetrated again, Anne glossed her fingertips along the slippery
sides of her inner labia toward the quivering, ridged opening and drove two
and soon three fingers through the tiny hole, opening herself wide.  The
wash of resultant sensations was almost agonizing.  Incandescent heat
seared her churning fingers, her greedy cunny, the lightest stroke into the
tight muscles echoing through her pleasure-heightened body with pulsing
resonances of rapturous pleasure.  Like a firestorm of erotic torment, the
sensations whipped through her body, torturing her with the need for
release.  She could feel them licking over her flesh with a phantom stroke,
edging her lusty passion and her salacious need higher.

   Anne spread her straining legs even further, the muscles of her thighs
tightening as the ache rippled from her vagina to her clit.  Her free hand
moved downward from her bobbling breasts, her fingers spreading the fleshy
moist ridges to find that quavering, nerve-packed bud.  Her limber body
snapped like the end of a bullwhip when she made that first electric
contact, pinching, teasing, rubbing, bringing herself closer and closer to
her ultimate release.  Her fingers moved faster and faster, an insurgent
climax hovering just beneath the surface.  "Yes ...  oh dear God, yes!"

   Denying herself her supreme bliss, knowing that postponing her rapture
would only serve to accentuate it, she backed off, focusing on thrusting
three bunched fingers into the gooey wetness of her honey-drenched pussy,
allowing the vibrant flow of sexual energy to subside before launching off
once again.  The image of Rob, dark-eyed, face suffused with desire for
her, holding her, kissing her, his caresses thrilling and erotic on her
naked breasts and pussy, his tongue a searing flame on her, and finally,
hips pumping in a devastatingly sexy rhythm, his big penis insides plunging
to the core of her.  She pulled her own fingers back slowly, whimpering at
the surging intensity before she pushed them forward in a quick stroke
designed to mimic her man's thrusting cock.  Nowhere nearly as good, but
she could not halt her cry at the flash of piercing need that shuddered
once more through her insatiable body.

   Tension grew, head thrown back as she fought for relief, whimpering
sighs of desperation gasping from her lips, beads of sweat trickling in the
creamy valley between her tingling breasts.  She could no longer resist
pressing the heel of her palm against her swollen clit, which had been
virtually screaming to be touched, and rub herself vigorously, intensifying
the lustful pressure, letting that special sexual electricity crackle
within her.  Thrusting her fingers into her squelchy pussy again and again,
moving faster and harder, she was soon driving her hand in and out like a
wildly charged piston until her whole body was convulsing, her breasts
rolling, her legs reaching for the sky.  Her voracious cunny clenched the
fingers pushed into the sweltering depths, the empty hunger radiating
through her body as she fought violently to bring herself to climax, using
herself and even abusing herself, bruising the tender tissues and loving
the fabulous pain as well as the agonizing pleasure.

   When she'd reached a pitch of excitement she could bear no longer, she
caught her clitoris between two fingers and sharply pinched it.  It was
like grabbing an exposed live wire.  Jagged, sizzling flashes of
electricity shot through her thighs and tummy, sending voltaic currents of
ecstatic sensation through her entire pelvis, from her tremulous anus to
her winking belly button.  Muscles clenched, breath held, heartbeat
thundering, Anne brought herself up and over that delicious pinnacle of
self-fulfillment, swept into a deeply permeating orgasm.  Her pelvis bucked
wildly, her legs bicycle kicked, her stomach muscles knotted painfully
before soothingly releasing and she arched impossibly high off the bean
bag, a cry of mellifluous joy escaping her half-parted lips.  One hand
frantically rubbed through the moistness of her silky cleft and over the
bud of her gleaming little clitoris; the fingers of her other hand were
sunk deeply and satisfyingly up inside her hot, hungrily clasping vagina,
being drenched in her spilling girlcum.  It went on and on, one fulminating
explosion of fiery ecstasy after another immolating through her nerve
nexuses, resounding euphorically in her molten core.

   The vortiginious firestorms swept through her bloodstream in gyratory
swirls before gradually subsiding, the flames smoothly guttering downwards
from one pleasurable plateau to another, burning away any tension, leaving
her feeling liquidly calm, before cooling into smoking embers radiating out
a lulling warmth in her sated sex.  The floating image of Rob's lovemaking
body, which had been dancing before her half-closed eyes as she stood
precariously on the edge of consciousness, dissipated and she toppled into
a net of delirium before being swallowed into timeless oblivion, a whirling
darkness with neither beginning nor end.  It held her for an eternity, then
flung her back into the world of light and sound, a strange world she could
not recognize as her own until finally she came to her senses.  She found
herself lazily lounging out on the bean bags, naked and disheveled,
redolent secretions oozing down the cleavage of her buttocks and filling
the room with the telltale fragrance of impassioned sex.  Though she was
still panting hard and dripping with sweat, her voice hoarse from
screaming, she was completely at peace with the world and with herself.

   That sense of serenity, sadly enough, did not last long, replaced as it
was by an unbidden surge of unwanted guilt.  Anne only knew that she felt
that instead of coming to her senses, she had just left them, masturbating
like a horny teenager as she just had done for the first time since she had
lost her virginity.  She was grateful for the cabin's solitude, the mere
idea of anyone hearing her uninhibited cries mortifying her.  Surely
healthy women with loving, faithful boyfriends had no need, or desire, for
this kind of dirty thing.  Yet her body ached sweetly in the smoldering
aftermath of this self-pleasuring with more raw intensity than she had felt
in years.  How had she managed to create this deep-seated yearning on such
a real level, all by herself, when she and Rob together hadn't even come
close?

   And it wasn't the first time she'd stroked herself to such indescribable
pleasures, Anne admitted silently to herself.  The truth was for years she
enjoyed masturbating, giving herself up to glorious self-abandon while
alone, ever since she had become sexually aware.  She blushingly remembered
the first time she did it, shivers going up her spine as her dainty fingers
carefully slid across her naked cunny, slowly pushing the pink lips apart
and then eventually sliding into her wet, waiting hole.  She remembered how
her coltish body trembled as she brought herself to her first precious
orgasm.  She had taken a handheld mirror and watched her slim fingers
sliding in and out of her slickly pink pussy, liking the way the light
glistened on her girlcum-doused flesh.

   Letting out a long sigh, Anne threw another log on the glowing embers in
the fireplace to burn through the night, undressed quickly and slipped into
bed.  Yes, as a young teenager she had been naturally curious about her
sexuality and experimented (and experimented and experimented...) with
masturbatory pleasures as any normal sexually adventurous virgin would. 
But she hadn't touched herself since her first time with a boy nearly six
years prior, having been fortunate to move from one relationship to
another, and had no need for childish onanistic diversions.  This was an
aberration, brought on by the long drive, the unfamiliar solitude, the
mesmerizing fire and the intoxicating wine, all of which had had a powerful
effect on her physically neglected body.  Still, her hand somehow crept
between her legs as she lay curled in bed, wedging itself there, a warm,
comforting presence, not unlike the fire crackling nearby but capable, she
knew, of a lot more heat.

   The next day, Anne busied herself with household chores, rationalizing
that if she physically wore herself out by the end of the day, all she
would be able to do would be to make a simple meal and fall exhausted into
bed.  No sensual fires, no erotic fantasizing, and the bottle of wine would
stay corked in the refrigerator.  But the fact was Rob's parents kept their
home in immaculate shape so by early afternoon she was out of any kind of
domestic upkeeping.  She decided that perhaps a walk in the moss-carpeted
woods would do the trick, but ten minutes into her foray into the untouched
wilderness was proving to be an exotic adventure all in itself.  Dappled
light filtered through the lush leaves, falling in golden patches across
the smooth bark of huge cypress and palmetto trees.  It was as if all the
wood fairies and nixies conspired against her.

   Making her way back to the house, Anne felt herself growing increasingly
lazy and indolent, her one-track mind returning always to sex.  Once
inside, feeling her breath deepening, her limbs growing heavy, she once
more was struck with the sense of how sexy she would appear to someone else
in the room, strangely enough, her fantasy wasn't about Rob specifically,
only of a presence looking at her, desiring her.  Her nipples
instantaneously wrinkled, and she felt the treacherously warm glow in her
thighs spreading towards her vagina.  When her perfidious hand slipped down
and sensuously cupped her sex, fingers wrapping possessively around the
pubic bone and the full, fleshy lips beneath, she no longer made any
pretense that this was an accident inspired by nature but a conscious
desire to follow her libidinous impulse to take a long, hot shower in the
middle of the day and decadently masturbate.

   Once she'd taken off her clothes, and seen her naked body in the
dressing mirror, Anne felt her lustful desire surging inside her system,
making her pussy pulse in hot, hungry demand for attention until she felt
like a volcano ready to blow.  She could not remember the last time she had
been so hot, so damned in need.  As she stepped into the shower stall, her
hands ran over the supple smoothness at her stomach, her trailing fingers
creating a wake of sensation as she considered her options ~~ and the thick
cream dampening her cunny.  She was momentarily distracted from her
burgeoning horniness by the refreshing water cascading over her and she
gratefully lay back on the balls of her feet and felt more relaxed.  `How
good the water feels,' she thought, letting the liquid heat lull her
tensions.  `How sensuous.' But after a minute, the hot stream started to
inflame her, stinging her sensitive skin like fire-tipped needles.  She
looked down and saw rivulets coursing down between her bobbling breasts and
over her sleek tummy and dripping from the tuft of her silky pubic hair.

   Anne started soaping herself, but the moment she slid the smooth cake
over her skin, she knew she'd only postponed the inevitable.  Her hands
were slippery and glided over her nubile body, cupping her plump-nippled
breasts.  "Mmmm," she sighed and shivered with the self-gratification. 
Instantly her tantalizing fingers began to fondle the sumptuous softness of
the doughy mounds, paying particular attention to the quiveringly erect
nipples, tweaking and rolling their pink hardness between thumbs and
forefingers.  Her legs began to move in sympathy, writhing slowly under the
soothing water as she dreamily rubbed delight into her passionately
swelling twin mounds.  She found her eyes closing automatically and forced
them back open, so she could see herself touching her own body, the
onanistic image strangely appealing.  Totally absorbed in what she was
doing, she found that watching what was happening added to her naughty
excitement.

   As her hands dipped downwards, lathering up the lavender-scented bar of
soap, Anne was very aware that her muscles felt warmed up and pliable, her
breathing relaxed and deep.  She knew what was coming next, since she was
writing the script of this wicked adventure, and that thought made her
begin to rub her thighs together, trying to put pressure on her hidden
pussy, but she skirted the issue.  For now she was content to focus on the
way the steamy water landed on her naked body, the way the foamy lather
seemed to caress her every curve.

   Shall I do it now?  Anne asked herself, her breath hitching in despair,
one hand stroking her flexing buttocks, wantonly spreading her cheeks while
the other trailed undecidedly over her water-slippery thigh, mere inches
away from where her cunny wavered and shimmered through the shifting water.
The water was rushing over her pubis like a waterfall, and her sex lips
felt full and slick.  With a groan of decision, she parted her long,
graceful legs, eagerly running one finger down the silky inside of a thigh
until it was groping at the fluted edge of her pussy, now pulsing,
clenching, her liquid excitement flowing inside but still dammed up behind
her folded labia, making her crazy.  Holding her breath, she gently
inserted her hand over her waiting hungry sex, nudging her puffy vulva,
cupping her pubic bone so that her fingers crushed into her soft, yielding
flesh.  Instantly, a flurry of nerves rippled to attention as wave after
undulant wave of glittering pleasure flowed from her titillating fingers.

   Anne's head thudded back against the tiled wall of the shower, hot
pulses of scorching lust shooting through her loins switched on by her
probing fingers as she lecherously rubbed herself.  She stood there for a
long time, groping and caressing herself, the seductive friction against
her clitoris making her bear down, as if by making it more intense she
could relieve it instinctual need for it.  The hot cream of her honey mixed
with the hot shower water and ran in sheets down her thighs until the stall
was filled with the exotic smell of torrid sexuality.  Nostrils breathing
that sweet scent, she closed her eyes and retreated inward to that that
space, which she was rediscovering.  She knew now what she had known as a
young, virginal teenager, which was this higher space could only be reached
through masturbation, the precious place where one's sense of self and
one's erotic identity are mere reflections of the other.

   Astounded by the revelation of her epiphany, Anne seized the very first
thing that came to mind and claimed it her own: She he had only seen naked
two different men, Rob and her first boyfriend, Tommy Flannigan.  Both had
been well endowed, their cocks thick and long even at rest.  Aroused, a
trembling moan escaped her lips as she envisioned hard thick stalks of male
flesh that could more than fill her hungry cunny.  But Rob was larger than
Tommy by at least an inch and thicker and always filled her to overflowing,
stretched her until she screamed.

   Anne's fingers had been dancing over her clit, occasionally pressing
into that tiny button hard, making her mouth gape open, gasping for more
air and amazed at the intensity of the feeling she could wring from her own
body.  Trusting herself, she continued to sweetly torment her throbbingly
erect clitoral nubbin, fingering scrumptious delight into her body, sudden
tremors convulsing her muscles from time to time when she touched a
particularly sensitive place.  She knew she could come this way, just from
her clitoris, but she needed to feel something in her desperate vagina and
she needed it now.  Almost regretfully, she pulled her hand away from her
clitoris, her fingers sliding down the satiny split between the slick lips
and circling her sensitive entrance to her needy pussy.  She was too hot,
too desperate to go slowly and her head fell back as she gave in to a need
she had fought for so long, plunging two fingers as deep inside her hot
wetness as they would go.

   At first, Anne simply explored her own inner terrain, fascinated as
always by the muscular resilience of her inner passage.  Now, all she could
think about was fucking Rob.  Or was it Tommy spreading her thighs, which
she did now, and then she decided it didn't matter, as long as she could
watch a thick, long cock sink into the pink folds of her flesh.  Her hips
jerked, a strangled moan tearing from her throat as she worked her fingers
through the thick cream of her inner juices.  She imagined a sexy man, no,
both Rob and Tommy, one's fingers churning inside her, while the other's
tongue worked on her clit, his breath hot and hard as he thirstily licked
her, voraciously sucked her clit into his sexy mouth and the other pushed
his sinuous tongue deep inside her juicy pussy.

   As deliciously erotic as her fantasies were, reality inexorably set in.
Anne tried to move her fingers in and out, the way Rob's cock did, but it
was hard for her to get the rhythm.  Each time she tried, the subsequential
ecstasy in her stretched pussy so confused and weakened her that she had to
stop and catch her breath.  And she began to wonder if she would be able to
satisfy herself.  Compared to Rob's big cock, her fingers were ridiculously
small and unsatisfyingly thin.  She tried worming in another finger, and
the added thickness stretched the elasticized vaginal opening gratifyingly,
but try as she might, they were lust too short to reach far enough inside.
The frustrated young woman was just about to admit defeat and go back go to
pummeling her patiently waiting clitoris, when her eyes lit up.

   Hanging from a bracket on the tiled wall above the knob that controlled
the flow and heat of the water was a long-handled scrub brush designed to
cleanse harder to reach areas of the body.  But it was not the brush itself
that caught her interest but its handle and it suggested a totally
different use.  Made of a crystalline plastic that she had sterilized the
previous day during her household cleansings, the thick blunt-tipped end
and thinner shaft suddenly seemed her best bet to fill the aching depths of
her pussy.  Panting softly, she stared at the usually ordinary but suddenly
pornographic object for several seconds.  Only a few days before, she would
never have entertained the lurid intention that now dominated her mind. 
However, by now she was so aroused from her unsuccessful onanistic efforts
that she was willing to try anything.  Wanting, needing to cum, she
impulsively reached up and, nervously licking her lips, took the long
cylindrical stick down from its peg.

   The shower stall was sultry, a hot, wet, intimate alcove, clouds of
steam billowing up, enveloping her in misty heat.  Wanting to whet her
appetite, she rubbed the brush over her tummy, enjoying the rough texture
abrading against her silky-smooth skin.  She raised it higher and moved it
lightly over her nipples.  The resultant sensations was excruciatingly
pleasurable, so fiercely intense that it momentarily paralyzed her ~~ but
only momentarily.  A few seconds later she was moving it in circles again,
scraping her lust-swollen nipples and sending sharp currents of spiky
pleasure through her swollen breasts, making herself gasp.

   Without consciously thinking about it, Anne pushed the brush down past
her surging her breasts, down her shuddering tummy and over her steaming
loins.  She grabbed the coarse head of the scrubbing brush with both hands
and pressed it against her sensitive pussy, the thorny bristles pricking
the delicate flesh.  She started masochistically rubbing up and down.  The
abrasive experience was nothing she'd ever experienced before, at once
irrefutably sweet and depravedly wicked.  She parted her shaking legs wide
enough so that she could slip the spiny brush between her creamy thighs and
crush the full face of it against the entire length of her insatiable
cunny. The barbed bristles felt like a hundred stabbing pins.  Her teeth
began chattering despite the sweltering heat.  She rubbed the tormentive
brush back and forth, escalating into a wilderness transcending all prosaic
concerns.

   Anne couldn't stand up anymore.  Feeling as if she were about to swoon
from the raw intensity of sensation assaulting her, her knees went first,
bending slowly before buckling completely, making her sink slowly to the
floor.  Her buttery-smooth thighs splayed out even wider, and while her
back slid down the steam-slickened wall of the shower stall, she continued
to algolagnically rub the torturous brush against the exposed pink.  It
seemed to take forever, but at last she was sitting on the floor, the
heated water pounding down all around her.  Now she was as hot as the
steamy mist swirling around her.

   All of Rob's raunchiest desires burst their bounds now that she was no
longer trying to stand and she abandoned any lingering pretense of
self-control.  The fingers of her hand fumbled as she turned the brush
around until she was gripping the cool weight of the smooth shaft as she
brought the rounded end downwards.  She held the tool tightly, watching the
plastic shimmer under the cataracting water as it approached her gaping
hole, letting out a loud, shuddering moan the moment it touched her.  When
she began running the thick knob along her aching slit, a frisson of taboo
delight rippled through her.  It wasn't as thick as Rob's big cock was, but
it had been eleven days since anything larger than one of her fingers had
invaded the portal.  So she rested the ball-shaped tip at the weeping
entrance to her pussy.  Did she dare?  Of course she did.  She was so
greedy for fucking she would take whatever she could get.

   Holding her breath, Anne maneuvered the blunt tip in her ready opening,
and then, with a whimper, she eased that ready-made dildo inwards, the
thick bulb pressing inside her.  Her cunny clenched in a sharp spasm of
salacious pleasure as the pinching pain vibrated through the channel.  She
was so tight.  It had been so long.  Her mouth opened as she panted for
breath and worked the faux phallus deeper, hissing her lascivious lust. 
The thick knob forced her muscles open, parting her, stroking nerve endings
that hadn't been caressed in so long she couldn't remember the last time.
Her hips rose up as she plunged the makeshift dong deeper up her cunny, a
gush of gooey wetness making the slippery rod slid home effortlessly and in
an instant she was completely impaled on its knobby shaft.

   For several seconds, Anne stared stupidly down at the several inches of
molded plastic that still protruded from her suddenly filled pussy.  It was
sheer madness ~~ she was sprawled on the floor of the shower stall,
drenched with hot water, her chafed nipples and bruised vagina still
buzzing from the bristles of the brush and that plastic handle penetrating
her between her sluttishly spread thighs.  But the very obscenity of what
she was doing, the pornographic sight of that inanimate object jutting
lewdly back out of her wide-open cunny sent a shiver of pleasure up her
spine.  There was nothing wrong with what she was doing to herself and
everything right about the way the long slippery shaft was stretching her
open inside, particularly when she began to slither it in and out of her
gaping pussy.

   "Oh yes." Her whimpery moan punctuated her rapid strokes of the handle.
She fucked herself deep, her thighs tightening, straining, as her inner
muscles gripped the thick ball-shaped device digging into it.  She felt
free, liberated, a girl who knew what she wanted and right then she wanted
not a man, but two men, one taking her on the floor and the other from the
rear ~~ to fuck her ass ~~ there in her slippery wet world of the
glassed-in shower.  If her fantasy studs had really been in the shower with
her, she would have stood up, bent forward and nastily spread her asscheeks
for him.  Or, if need be, she would have shouted out "Fuck my ass!" She had
a feeling he wouldn't say no to such a debauched invitation.  But all by
herself, she only had her own desires at heart.

   The intensely erotic fantasy incited Anne into ramming her pseudo-dong
in harder, stretching her vagina as much as she could, twisting the long
slippery shaft engulfed inside her sideways, rotating it.  She would even
tantalize herself by holding the nectar-doused dildo poised, right at the
opening to her obscenely delighted cunny, making her quaking insides wait,
and then ramming it suddenly up inside as far as it would go, summoning up
great flows of honey drenching her loins in a thick lather.  Her fingers
spread that natural lubrication back, along the puckered opening of her
vulnerable anus.  She couldn't stop her moan of wanton need as a slender
finger gently touched her nether opening, remembering the first time Rob
had touched her there.  The first time his omnivorous mouth had moved
downwards from her sensitive pussy, his shameless tongue lapping along her
taboo entrance before invading it, that lingual organ wriggling frantically
in her dark hole, making her blush that something so wrong could feel so
good!

   Being touched back there, even with something as innocent as her own
finger, made Anne feel unspeakably sexy.  She spread her legs as wide as
she possibly could on the slick tiled floor and pressed her fingers closer
to her rear hole.  "Yes,' she whispered to herself as her index finger
eased into that forbidden entrance.  "Yes!" The power of her own
masturbatory touch had her entire body, invaded from both ends, shaking,
moving to that sensuous rhythm her own lusts had set.  She could hardly
remain conscious as she worked her fingers inside her, driving her pleasure
higher, deeper.  With her wet thumb, she rubbed her slippery clit harder
and harder, picturing her fantasy lovers the whole time.  They'd fuck her
ferociously in a position like this, one between her thighs, driving his
long and thick rod into her, stretching her juicy pussy, pumping her with
deepstrokes that left her screaming, the other one's big cock sliding so
hard and fast into her twitching anus that she wouldn't be able to do
anything but shiver with prurient pleasure and beg them not to stop.

   "Fuck me!  Fuck me!" Anne managed to choke out as she pictured the
smutty scene, her eyes tightly closed, her entire body shuddering.  She was
going to come.  She could feel it.  The coil of heat was spiraling tighter
and tighter in her belly, white-hot scintillations of volcanic heat
rippling from both her pussy and rectum and up her spine as the erotic
sounds of moist thrusts and panting moans wrapped around her.  The magical
motions built steadily every second and there was no going slow now.  The
pad of her thumb fiercely stroked against her clit, the fingers of one hand
sinking the handle up her fist-tight channel in rapidly building thrusts,
the digits of her other hand penetrating deep into her spongy rear tunnel,
until she tightened, teetering on the ragged edge.

   She tottered on the crest for a split-second then she could actually
feel her orgasm starting, located somewhere far up inside her loins,
somewhere near where the blunted end of the handle bumped against the tight
opening to her womb and where her fingers churned in her bowels not far
behind.  She knew that with the right effort she could change the impending
explosion to the same safe, mild, satisfying inner release that she
typically enjoyed with Q.  Instead she rammed the dually ravishing invaders
as far up inside as they would go, puncturing the shackles of her orgasm,
letting it loose to ravage her.  She bit her lip, her hips thrusting
convulsively on her fingers as her release came hard and fast, the
tumultuous orgasm ripping through her stomach, tearing through her nerve
endings and sizzling across her flesh in near violent streaks of fierce
pleasure.

   Anne would have been more than satisfied with that taste of pure
euphoria, but when the galvanic bolts tore through her sex, exploding
through her clit and her hungry pussy, it triggered a series of explosions,
resonant ecstasies ricocheting within her, radiating outward between the
singed nerved endings of her ass and her jubilant cunny.  The greedy hole
tightly locked on the smooth device invading her, clenching and convulsing
before releasing a flood of thick, syrupy girlcum.  Holding tight to the
slippery shaft, she somehow held it inside while her legs kicked out
spasmodically and her back arched, throwing her head back so that the
tendons in her neck stood out like cables.  Her stomach muscles stood out
in a hard ridge-line, tight drawn, the only visual evidence of the awesome
battle raging inside her.  At it's crescendo, wave after wave of liquid
bliss until she felt she had become malleable as melted wax and her body,
which had been arched, every nerve and muscle straining, collapsed.

   Anne hadn't bothered to try to breathe through the cataclysm explosion
but now as the anarchic blisses subsided, she gasped for breath.  She tried
to prop herself up, but for a few seconds she was too stunned to move and
lay there under the steamy spray, throbbing and whimpering.

   `My God!' she thought, `I'd forgotten it could be like that!'

   It wasn't until she tried to stand up in the shower that she remembered
that the handle was still embedded in her vagina and her fingers lodged in
her anus.  Blushing with embarrassment, she slowly drew the penetrators
free of her twin entrances, feeling both her skewered rectum clinging
lovingly to her withdrawing fingers and her impaled vagina contract in one
last gentle spasm as the long slender instrument slid tantalizingly over
its tender inner surface.  She suddenly imagined how she would have looked
to someone else, lost in her shameless passion as she rammed an unfeeling
length of slippery soap in and out of her own vagina.  But instead of
feeling ashamed, she felt curious.  Instead of a queasiness in the pit of
her stomach, she tried to visualize herself, abandoned to such ultimate
passion in view of another person.  She was no longer mindlessly horny, but
she could not stop thinking about another person seeing her display such
shameless masturbatory passion.  It just seemed right.

   Needless to say, Anne accomplished little the rest of the day.  She kept
debating telling Rob about her two experiences, imagining how embarrassing
it would be to talk about, particularly if he asked for details.  Worse
yet, she wasn't sure exactly how he would react.  She was still pondering
the conundrum as she lay in bed, idly watching a movie TV screen, wearing
nothing but a gauzy nightie.  To her surprise, she found herself
unconsciously running her hand lazily down the valley of her firm breasts.
Instead of stopping herself, she ran her palms over the tender swells,
sighing against the pillows propping her up.  When she pinched both
nipples, her back arched in budding pleasure.

   Anne's eyes fluttered closed and an unbidden image popped up in her
fevered imagination: Rob's vivid blue eyes watching her as she pleasured
herself.  With the fingers of one hand still titillatingly manipulating her
desire-plumpened nipples, she hitched her nightie with the other, shimmying
her hips to draw the frilly lingerie upwards.  When she butterflied her
legs wide apart, she was completely naked and felt gloriously exposed.  She
couldn't help but stroke her labial lips, relishing their sumptuous
softness, like overripened flower petals, until the plush folds were
completely engorged.  Spreading them apart with one hand, she slid one,
then two fingers into her dripping slit.

   "I've been watching you, Anne," came a deep masculine voice.

   Starting in surprise, Anne's eyes sprang open as she sat bolt upright,
her head jerking upwards as she yanked her nightie down, her wild-eyed gaze
caught by the presence of her boyfriend staring at her.  His eyes were hot
as molten steel, glittering and bright in the soft light of the room.

   "I've never seen you ever pleasure yourself," Rob whispered then,
shocking her.

   "What?" Her eyes rounded as she gaped at the hot intensity of his look
as he watched between her spread thighs.  His gaze came back to her,
heavy-lidded, undeniably male and filled with such a rough sensuality it
nearly took her breath.

   "Pleasure yourself," he whispered again.  "How often do you do this?"

   She swallowed tightly.  "What does it matter?"

   His expressive eyes narrowed, darkened.  "Does it feel good?" he
whispered thickly.  "When you touch yourself, do you enjoy it?  Do you find
your release with it?"

   "None of your business..." she puffed, trembling, caught in the grip of
an eroticism she couldn't explain or resist.

   "Don't you know just how beautiful you look to me right now?" His voice
was still dark, heavy with lust and she was suddenly struck with how
intensely attractive he was.  His face wasn't classically beautiful.  More
rugged with a square jaw covered by a slight dusting of dark stubble.  He
was pretty damned spectacular clothed, but as he tugged off his shirt in
one smooth motion, he was magnificent topless.  His body was a study in
perfection.  Well-muscled chest, fur with a sprinkling of dark hair just
begging for a woman to tangle her fingers in.  Slender hips and a narrow
waist, a classic, mouthwatering six-pack of abdominal muscles.  His skin
immaculately smooth and absolutely beautiful.  And, most alluring, was the
erection, thick and hard, pressing so tight against the soft fabric of his
pants that she could see the imprint of the flared head.  Erotic of a sight
as it was, it still struck her as a tragedy.  A body like his should be
naked all the time.

   "Are you ready?" He leaned back once more only now his hands moved,
slowly caressing himself, moving down his flat abdomen.  When he reached at
long last the button of his pants, he sighed softly, that long breath
incredibly titillating, reaching down to echo in Anne's womb.

   Anne swallowed, mouth gone dry as a desert in a long drought.  "I don't
think--"

   "You don't have to think.  You've only to see, to watch."

   It was then that Anne fully realized what he intended.  The blush in her
cheeks intensified until she thought her skin would burst into flames, but
no force in heaven or hell could have made her look away from those long
fingers of his as they deftly opened the button and unzipped his fly.  When
his pants were undone, his hand slowly delved into the open fabric at his
bulging crotch and lifted.  Anne's breath caught.  The pants gaped wide and
the full length of his cock was revealed to her starving gaze.  His penis
was the perfect length, the right thickness, just enough to make a woman
think `Oh my God' when she saw it, but not so big that she'd run screaming
from the room.  It was heavy and hard, curving slightly to the right upon
his ridged stomach beneath the hand he still held cupped around its base. A
tracery of blue veins decorated it, thin and delicate, there just beneath
the velvet skin.  The purplish crown was large, but not so huge that it was
fatter than the thickest part of him.  It had a swooping, round ridge that
led up to the slit upon the very crest.  A small drop of clear, glistening
liquid wept from the hole and slowly trailed down over the bulbous glans.
Anne's eyes followed it, hypnotized.

   Suddenly, amidst her excitement, Anne felt oddly self-conscious.  She
felt her cheeks flush a deep crimson and she looked away, hands clenching.
She was not going to do this.

   "You're crazy," she gasped.

   "Look at me, Anne" His enigmatic voice captured her and she gazed up at
him to see not only smile, rueful and sexy, crossing his lips but also his
own cheekbones reddening as hunger seeming to glow in his expression.  "I
have fantasized about this for so long.  Longer than you can know.  Watch
me.  Don't be shy."

   His voice cut through her shame, her embarrassment.  It washed over her
soul, and left her gasping at the brutal lust in his voice.

   "Pervert," she accused him roughly.

   "Yeah," he agreed with a sensual quirk of his lips.  "In ways you can
never guess.  But for now, just watch me."

   Anne did watch, riveted, as his hand cupped that heavy organ more
firmly, as it began to move up and down in a smoothly pistoning motion. 
The ripe plum spilled its glistening droplets of pre-cum and his fingers
seized them, massaged them upon the beefy shaft, using it for lubrication.

   "Do you like what you see, baby?" Rob's voice was a hoarse, soft
whisper.

   "Yes," she answered him in kind.  She knew she shouldn't be frozen as if
in a trance, gaping like a voyeuristic schoolgirl spying on a masturbating
man but it was the truth and so much more than that.  She was enthralled,
her body a humming throb of razor-sharp arousal that offered no relief. 
The jagged edge of that intense arousal sliced her deep and made her body
ache with unrequited desire.  Her thighs trembled and her weeping pussy
soaked through the diaphanous material of her nightie.

   His eyes were hooded now, showing the barest slit of color, glittering
once more with those ever changing hues.  His lashes were long, spiky, and
black as the darkest, moonless night.  They veiled his eyes and brushed his
high cheekbones, teasing Anne, affording her only brief glimpses of the
fire of his sultry gaze.

   "Let me watch you touch yourself, as I do, Anne." he whispered, his
voice low but so rough it was nearly painful to hear.  "Allow me to see
your pleasure, to see you before me, wet and wild.  Tempt me to fuck you."

   Tempt me to fuck you.  The raunchy words pulsed around her but she
couldn't let go.  "I can't," she moaned.  Her lips were dry and she licked
them.

   Rob's eyes saw it all and burned ever more brightly.  His lashes rose,
his gaze piercing, demanding.  "You can.  Touch yourself as I do.  Feel no
shame in it, Anne.  I want to see you.  I need to see you."

   I can't.  I won't.  It's too soon." She hated herself for her cowardice,
but it wouldn't change the fact that she simply couldn't masturbate openly
before any one.

   A blast of annoyed breath exploded from his tight lips.  "Very well
then. I won't push you.  Right now.  But there will come a time, soon, when
you will do as I ask.  For now, simply watch."

   Drawing a chair up to the foot of the bed, he sat down on the cushioned
seat, leaning his head back.  Anne gazed adoringly at the expanse of
beautiful, corded muscle in a smooth sheath of bronze skin, naked skin that
glistened in the soft light of the room, so different from the flesh of any
other man she had ever seen.  It had a mesmerizing allure all its own, she
could hardly think to look away from it.  It was a sight of sinful
decadence, seeing him nude, but soon it was not enough and she looked down,
down, past the broad shoulders, down the long torso...to the place she was
most eager to see.  That beautiful weapon ~~ that gorgeous cock ~~
disappearing and reappearing inside his stroking fist.  Over and over in
that wondrous rhythm.  Pump, pump, pump.  Stroke, stroke, stroke.  Anne's
blood was soon echoing this sweet rhythm and her mind was intoxicated with
skin and sin ~~ such evocative words, both imbued with the power to drive
any woman mad with seething lust.

   When Rob, flushed with salacious excitement, reached down to fondle his
swaying balls with his free hand, his hips bucked and his cock impossibly
surged ever larger, ever harder, the bulbous head blushing a dark rouge. 
Like lipstick.  Anne wanted to kiss it.  Her mouth actually hurt with the
intensity of that desire.  She licked her lips, feeling an incredible heat
sweep through her.  Vibratile tremors clamored through her and her clitoris
shuddered, begging for her allaying touch.  And then she knew she was
hopelessly and thoroughly absorbed by this onanistic scene, mesmerically
fascinated by the erotic sight of her boyfriend masturbating for her.  Her
own inundant lust enveloped her, and before her palpitating heart failed
her, she braced a knee sharply into the sideboard, the brief but keen burst
of pain steadying herself.

   In the back of her fevered mind, Anne realized their ragged inhalations
and shuddery exhalations had synchronized.  Their breathing escalated with
the faster motions of his fondling hand and his driving hips.  His
testicles were hard, drawn tight beneath his groping palm, the large round
weight of the pearls violently straining for the critical release, with an
eagerness that was readily apparent in the rushing pace of Rob's fists.  It
seemed he clutched his beefy rod even tighter, knuckles whitening.  Rob saw
his jaw bulge as he savagely gritted his teeth, eyelashes fluttering,
flashing eyes gazing adoringly into hers one moment, and then rolling
wildly the next, like a caged rabid animal.  His back bowed in the chair,
his hips bucking and undulating.  He was close ~~ so very close to the edge
of his crescendoing climax.

   "Watch me, Anne," he brokenly moaned in a harsh whisper.  "Look and see
me, baby, see me come for your pleasure."

   How could she have looked away in such a powerful moment?  There was no
force in heaven or hell that could have pulled her gaze away as he thrust
mightily upwards in his chair.  She felt as if she, too, were empathically
joining him in his searing sexual frenzy.  Tiny pulsing heartbeats washed
through her tingling breasts and aching pussy.  Her clit was a swollen
throb at the apex of her aching cunny, which was so deluged with juicy
moisture it should have stunned her.  She couldn't remember the last time
she had been so wet, so aroused.  Not like this.  And without even touching
herself...it was incredible.

   "I'm about to come," he gutturally cried out in a strangled voice, his
bloated cock, bobbing as his hand wrapped in a tight fist pumped lightning
quick up and down the length.

   "Do it, she moaned, tugging her nightie down but her eyes remaining
firmly focused on his straining penis, engorged and wet, every vein
distended, ready to burst.  "Shoot it on my breasts."

   He immediately clambered on the bed and struck a warrior's pose,
muscular body poised triumphantly on one knee with one leg straddling her
bared waist.  With a deep, tortured growl wrenched up from the depths of
him, Rob's eyes squeezed shut.  He threw his head back, lips pursed
tightly, then moued around another heartwrenching groan of bestial
pleasure. His muscular body shuddered and the mushroomed glans expanded. 
Pulsed.  His hand paused, gripping tightly.  A thick, creamy white eruption
of seminal fluid spurted up like a soapy geyser over his fist, so powerful
that it arced upwards to splash his own chest.

   Anne froze and stared at Rob in the throes of his tempestuous orgasm,
her eyes growing wide in undisguised fascination.  He grunted ferociously,
his broad chest and flexing stomach contorting as he let loose another
eruption spilling free, a rope of bubbly cum that sprayed onto her breasts
and belly.  His hand started moving again, his hips twisting, chest heaving
against the uncontrollable force that milked him of his scintillating
ecstasy, spurted more gobs of heated semen across her stomach.  Watching
the force with which it spurted from him was amazing.  Her eyes burned.  So
did her pussy.

   Another spurt of come came out, and his hand still moved, but more
slowly now upon that crimson and glistening column, emptying every drop
over his stroking fingers, rubbing that wonderful cream into his
still-potent shaft until it was covered with the shine and appeared to
enjoy it completely.  When, with a deep sigh of relieved satisfaction, he
subsided, the flow of his seed finally ebbing, the intriguing scent of him
~~ clove and pecan and musky man ~~ assailed her, drowned her.  She knew he
tasted as good as he smelled and grew pleasantly dizzy with the thought. 
As if reading her thoughts, he slid the bulbous tip between her waiting
lips.  She took him eagerly, cleaning his deflating manhood with her
worshipful mouth, savoring the salty flavor as she watched him rub his
essence into her quavering tummy.  When he dipped into the last remaining
droplets, he brought them up to his mouth and licked his fingers clean,
with slow laps of his tongue, the sight of such intimacy making her heart
thunder.

   "You liked that?" Rob whispered.

   "Yes..." Anne replied dreamily.

   "Then touch yourself for me," he breathed.  "Touch yourself like you do
when you're alone.  I want to watch you come."

   His request did not shock her but it did secretly thrill her.  Still,
she had never masturbated in front of anyone.  "I can't.  Rob, please.  I
can't..."

   "Then touch your lips," he urged her roughly.  "Think of my kiss, of how
hot and hungry we become when we kiss."

   "Just kiss me," she moaned, clenching her fists tighter to keep from
doing as he asked.  It was too erotic, too sexual.  But she wanted to.  She
wanted to watch his face as she did as asked, see if his eyes could get
darker, hotter.

   "Not yet," he whispered huskily.  "This time is for you.  So I can see
what brings you pleasure.  See with your hands how you wish to be touched.
Do this, Anne.  Touch your lips."

   `Oh God.  This isn't fair' her thoughts protested as she looked into his
seductive expression.  There was no hint of mockery, only a baritone voice
thick with emotion, a handsome face flushed and heavy with sensuality, the
imploring request registering in his eyes.  Those sapphire orbs followed
her hands uncurling.  `Just my lips,' she assured herself.  `I will touch
only my lips.'

   She watched him, dazed, her desire-drunk body on fire as her slender
fingers moved to her lips.  She touched two to her lips, her kittenish
tongue peeking out to moisten them, to ease their movements along the warm
curves.  His glittering eyes narrowed, his broad chest rising and falling
harshly now as his big hands flexed on his strong thighs.

   `What is he seeing?' she intently wondered, as her knowing fingers
tenderly caressed her beestung lips, feeling the swollen, passion-filled
curves.  They were plumper than they should have been, ready, prepared for
his sultry kiss.

   "Suck them into your mouth," he groaned sensuously.  "Let me see those
sexy lips of yours wrapped around them."

   Her lips opened slowly, her tongue pushing beneath her fingers as she
pressed them into her mouth.  Closing over them, she watched him as she
suckled at them, her breathing harsh as she imagined his big cock pushing
into her famished mouth, the wanton hunger she would know as she tasted his
demanding lust.

   "Use your other hand," he breathed roughly, his sexy voice relaxing her
apprehension, easing her shyness.  "Cup your breast.  Let me see you
pleasure your breasts."

   There was no further hesitation.  Tingling with shameless excitement,
she reached for her breasts, cupping the undersides with her palms, lifting
them up as if she were testing their weight.  While her fingers splayed
alone the swollen curves of the plump orbs, she used her thumbs to draw
invisible circles around her chubby nipples, the decadent feel aroused by
her self-stroking sending heated sensations of lubricious sensations
sweeping through her body.  She relaxed entirely, eyelids fluttering
closed, sinking deeply into the downy softness of the feather-filled
mattress, allowing herself the hedonistic pleasure of enjoying every moment
of her flourishing sexual arousal, drifting into erotic self-absorption.

   "Yes," Rob hissed in the effort to hold onto his control, his warm
breath filling her ear.  "Get hot for me, Anne.  Show me what you like,
love.  Show me how to take you."

   Anne had been languidly massaging the full, firm flesh of the bulging
under-curves of her breasts for a long time, lazily caressing her plump
nipples, strumming them back and forth with the twirling tip of her index
finger, but now she began pinching them, her finger and thumb gripping a
hard nubbin as she rasped it roughly.  Her heavy breathing caught as her
rubbing fingers both soothed and inflamed the mercurial delights wafting
over her, her curved hips jerking convulsively.  She let out a small moan
as the diaphanous sensation zephyred between her legs, making her drip with
arousal.  Unbidden, she once more saw the mental image of Rob's delicious
penis ejaculating, erupting a steamy load of semen and the foamy flow
cascading over her surging, dribbling down to her churning tummy,
downwards...

   Reverberating with the realization that she actively wanted to return
the favor for Rob and masturbate for him, her fingers left her breasts, the
wet tips painting a trail of fire down her sloping curves to stroke along
her upper stomach.  She let instinct from her early teenage years of
touching herself into mindless bliss guide her, momentarily forgetting that
she now had an audience.  As she moved onto her lower torso, her hands
walking her fingers down over her abdomen to pubic mound, feeling the
springy fluff of her flossy nest beneath the gauzy material of her nightie,
moving ever closer to her throbbing clit, she heard Rob's breathing growing
progressively more ragged.  She fought back a smile, wanting to make this
equally pleasurable for him so she began to pull the flimsy lingerie up
with a taunting slowness, a tantalizing inch at a time, revealing morsel
after morsel of her sleek thighs.  When she'd drawn it up so it was little
more than wreathed about her waist, she dexterously shoved it down, toeing
it off her bare feet, exposing her warm, wet pussy.

   Thus began one of the most intense sexual experiences of Anne's life, a
truly unexpected thrill of being so uninhibitedly naughty ~~ stark naked
and masturbating in front of her boyfriend.  Instead of feeling embarrassed
or insecure, she felt free to revel in her own body, the sensuality
heightened geometrically by the knowledge they were both getting off on the
process.  She was astonished by his disciplined self-control, so rare among
men, because she started out slowly, teasingly running her fingers all
along the buttery smoothness of her glossy thighs, throwing flammable fuel
onto her incendiary passion.  It was like a dream of the perfect foreplay
come true.  Every caressing move was slow, gentle, tantalizing and intense.
All she had to do was lie back and enjoy.  Best of all, she knew this was
one sexual experience that wasn't going to be over too soon.

   When Anne found her hands had drifted upwards of their own accord and
were now massaging the very upper part of her fleshy cleft, she practically
melted into the blankets.  As she began lightly rubbing herself, running
just her fingertips up and down the silken groove of her naked vagina, she
felt marvelously wanton, fondling herself for her generous and patient Rob.
Soon the slow swell of sensual delight broke into a more rapid flush of
libidinous excitement and her long legs seemed to part of their own will,
giving him a clear view of her succulent sex.  Unable to resist a moment
more, she tentatively slipped a finger ever so slightly inside.  It was
like being immersed in a tropical lagoon.  The room filled with the exotic
aroma of her honeyed secretions, her audience-of-one's breath quickening
noticeably.

   "God yes," he groaned as her fingers cavorted in the steamy delta of her
cunny.  "Touch your sweet pussy, Anne."

   It was a unique experience, profoundly different from solo masturbation
or from making love with someone else.  For a few minutes she continued to
torturously toy with herself, remaining at the restrained edge of regulated
control, wanting to savor this unique sensation fully before giving in to
complete sluttish abandon.  Every sweeping stroke was a scrumptious
experience, and when she let her fingertips dawdle achingly close to her
surging clitoris, massaging, circling the uncloaked bud, she felt her
ascending lust soar like a hawk on thermals.  Add to all this her
exhibitionistic promiscuity, letting another person see how sinfully hot
she was, how audaciously lascivious she could be, lent her already torrid
masturbation an added dimension.  She'd forgotten about herself and became
an object of pure erotic pleasure for her voyeuring audience.  It all made
her wonder whether she'd ever want to do it alone again.

   Waves of scorching heat had begun whipping through her and, knowing she
was more than ready for the next phase, she used two fingers to open the
tender flaps of her twin labia.  She exposed for him the liquid entrance to
her inner pink while stroking, tracing the pulpy, nectar-drenched tissues
that ring the opening.  Her whole body had begun to subtly shimmy as she
fingered the inside of her gooey split, mapping with caresses and gentle
strokes the hidden flesh.  Her breathing deepened and the swirling motion
of her fingers became more urgent, the exquisite pulses that shimmered in
her loins summoning up fresh flows of slippery lubrication to deluge her
needy cunny.

   Anne's thighs quivered and she began to pant and hiss as she spread her
legs even further.  Her cunny felt sumptuously hot, nastily swollen,
gluttonously eager for something hard to slide within and ease the
ever-growing ache.  She arched closer as her fingers slid along the narrow
crease between the plump lips until she touched the aching opening to her
vagina.  She circled it slowly, her finger dipping in, feeling the fiery
heat of her own lust burning inside and out.  When she slipped two fingers
inside herself, her body craved more so she rammed three in, stuffing her
jubilant pussy like a huge, hard cock.  When she arched her back and
scissored her legs outwards, ankles now nearly parallel with her loins, to
plunder the depths of her insatiable cunny and began to roll her limber
hips in a serpentine motion, thick love juice poured over hand, spilling
out of her skewered sex, running down the middle of her wiggling ass and
pooling onto the mattress below.

   "Touch your clit," Rob growled.  "It's so swollen, baby, I can nearly
see it throbbing with the need to feel your touch.  Touch it for me, Anne."

   She dazedly opened her eyes and looked at him.  She almost didn't
recognize her own boyfriend!  He was panting now, his breath sawing in and
out of his heaving chest as his darkly shimmering eyes followed every
movement, his tongue licking his lips in hunger as he watched her with such
intense desire that she flushed all over, cheeks burning crimson.  She felt
like a brazen stripper strutting herself at the infamous strip club Satin
Sheets, her nakedly curvaceous body and exposed feminine lust a red flag
being waved in front of a horny bull.  But, even though her swollen little
clit nearly screamed for the brunt of her masturbatory attention, she did
not obey him or it because she her entire cunny was so sensitive she knew
it would take only a few light strokes before she plummeted over the edge
and she wanted this delectable moment to last.

   "Show it to me," he whispered throatily.  "Show me everything.  Let me
see the slut in you, the goddess in you, the secret woman in you."

   His heartfelt words, and the knowledge he was ravishing her with his
eyes, watching her finger-fuck herself, were like stinging lashes across
Anne's lust-besotted brain.  Her head spun and everything went black when
she closed her eyes and retreated inside herself.  With her knees splayed
to either side, she'd become an impossibly hot open hole, a whirlpool of
raw need that she attempted to sate by shoving three fingers into her
hungry cunny as far as possible.  It felt so good, plunging in again and
again, nice, firm strokes, sinking her fingers deep.  But what was even
more thrilling was the realization she wasn't dependent on anyone to
fulfill her, to satisfy her, and she got very creative, inventing
techniques.  When she drove deep into her gooshy wetness and vigorously
twirled her fingertips around and around her cervix, something no cock can
do, it had her head rocking from side to side, her squirmy hips humping on
the mattress, her mind reeling from the incandescent blisses spasming to
the molten core of her being.

   The recognition that she could give herself everything she ever wanted
and in the process drive any man mad was a real mind-blower for Anne.  What
was even more astounding was she was hardly even conscious of his presence.
The sound of his movements, the wet, slick sliding of skin over skin as he
moved his resurgent cock in the palm of his fondling hand, had become a
mere sidebar to the personal gratification overwhelming her.  This had long
since stopped being simply a naughty sexshow for her boyfriend, caught up
as she was in the unslakable thirst of her driving lusts.  Oh, it was
certainly accentuated and heightened by his masturbating but now a real
self-sustaining force raged like an unchecked forest fire through her.

   As much fun as it was fucking herself fast and deep, wriggling fingers
massaging her inside, it was a bit of self-torture.  Holding back was agony
because she wanted nothing more than to feel the tremors of release that
she knew would quake through her body when she played with her throbbing
clitoris.  `I'm going to come so hard it's going to take my head off,' she
thought distantly as, when she could take it no longer, her nimble fingers
deftly stroked around the sensitive knot of nerves pulsating in its
impatience.  Explosions of detonating sensation immediately shuddered
through her vibrant body when she drew back the fleshy hood and found the
special spot, stroking herself with a firm, experienced touch.  Dynamic
power soared inside her, flaming to life like the instant burst of a
sunrise and though she wanted it to last an eternity she knew she was
reaching that climactic moment when you know you're going to come and
there's no turning back.

   "I'm going to fuck you so hard," Rob whispered, forcing himself back
into her consciousness.  "And you will watch.  You will watch as my big
cock parts those pretty pussy lips, opens you up and pushes deep inside. 
You will see as it pulls back, your juices covering my flesh, clinging to
me as they now cling to your fingers.  Come for me, Anne." Gravelly, deep,
his typically smooth baritone voice was so rough it was an added rasp of
pleasure against nerve endings already sensitive past endurance, quivering
in an ebullient rush of effusive exhilaration.  Knowing her frenzied orgasm
was imminent, she pressed hard into that special spot in a tight, circular
rhythm guaranteed to send her head spinning and trigger her corybantic
climax, wanting it to happen, to feel that miraculous surge of maddening
pleasure roll endlessly through her...

   When the incendiary rapture overtook her, Anne writhed and convulsed in
a series of spasmodic contortions on the creaking mattress, her throaty
gasps choking into shallow little puffs, making her light-headed, which
only contributed to her dizzying delights.  The pressure in her squelching
pussy and rolling pelvis from the upsurging euphoria crashing over her was
so intense that her back arched high and a light sweat covered her
undulating body.  Her fingers, never missing a beat, continued stroking
over her joyous pussy, drowning in the flows of girlcum spilling from
within, while she furiously ground her palm against her rupturing clit. 
The searing sparks of sweet sensation that pleasure nexus gave off were
building and building her scansorial climax until the inevitable peak was
reached, a dazzling firestorm of immolating ecstasy.  Her throttled scream
echoed around her as she lost track of where she was or even who she was
and became the quintessence of woman in the throes of sexual abandon.  The
bed seemed to heave beneath her, morphing into an erupting volcano, with
molten magma flowing over and through her, liquefying her with the
cauterizing intensity of its burning bliss...

   When it was over, the last wave of diminishing euphoria washing over
her, Anne wilted on the rumpled sheets, her hands falling away and her
quivering thighs slackening.  She just lay there, sprawled out for a
seeming eternity afterward, reveling in the glorious afterglow, feeling her
hammering pulse slowly decelerating to its normal rate.  She expected to
feel relaxed, relieved, maybe even drowsy, but she was shocked to find,
instead of freefalling back to normal state, her arousal plateaued, and
began climbing once more!  Dazed by this unexpected turn of events, she
opened her eyes only to find Rob looking down at her with the sweetest
smile on his face while stroking his revivified penis.  Seeing his fingers
curled about the beefy bulk of his engorged erection, she suddenly wanted
him inside her, stretching her, driving her higher.  God no, she needed his
cock filling her, overfilling her, making her scream as her muscles were
forced to accommodate each powerful stroke.

   Lord, she was insatiable tonight!

   "I'm not going to be wasting this one," Rob promised as he rushed over
to the bed like a house a fire, his weight sinking her deeper into the
feather-filled mattress and his cock, charged and throbbing, probing
between her welcomingly spread legs, the broad, hot glans pushing past the
soft folds of her silken labia.  His animalistic groan was harsh as her
mewling cry, his hands rough hands gripping crescent-curved hips as he
plunged smoothly inside her, burying himself in the moistly gripping heat
of her tight, well-oiled vagina.

   "Oh, God.  Rob," Anne breathed, feeling his big hands rising to her
tender breasts, his fingers tantalizingly tweaking her hardening nipples as
he began to move with slow, torturous movements inside her, sinking his
full daunting length in her cunny.  He was so big that no matter how much
sex they had, it always felt like her velvety inner membranes were getting
stretched, but in the best possible way, and this was no exception.  Added
to the fact that she'd never had him enter her right after having a
self-induced orgasm, and she felt the sizzling lightning immediately begin
to zip through her body, flashes of coruscating bliss that almost made her
swoon.

   "Oh, Rob.  You're so tight," he whispered lovingly at her ear.  "So hot
and tight I can barely stand it."

   They made love with a frantic, almost bestial urgency, at first, him
plunging inside her sopping-wet pussy with hammering deepstrokes, but once
when he retreated, he glided back in slow and easy, retreated then plunged
deeply in a ramming thrust once again.  The alternate strokes had her
gasping for air, the building pressure in her body had her fighting the
sensations threatening to drown her.  She bucked in his powerful clench,
her ragged breaths became soft cries as intense pleasure began to course
through her body in cascading joy.  She hooked her long legs around his
driving back, fusing them tightly.  Her naked flesh felt electrified and
she could practically feel the fiery sensations coursing through him, a
rawness in pleasure that was clearly practically more than he could stand.

   Rob's lips came down on hers almost gently, a far softer kiss than she
expected as his bold tongue pushed past hers to twine slowly, erotically
with her own.  There was no mystery about this rekindled desire suddenly
consuming them.  They both knew, and wanted to share with each other, the
knowledge that the delicious variant of mutual masturbation as foreplay had
charged their lust to mind-boggling levels.  It inspired him to move
against her gently, drawing out on alternate soft, easy strokes, and harsh
groaning plunges and those, along with their shared experience, had her
ready to scream with the ferocious pleasure.

   "Get ready," he growled against her lips, his teeth nipping at her as
she sipped at his retreating lips.  "Get ready, Anne."

   He held her firm, powerdriving his big cock inside her, the naughty
sound of gripping friction, the wet slurp of her greedy suction filling the
room as hot, hungry moans erupted from them both.  Anne's legs tightened
around his flexing waist as she cried out, her head flung back as she felt
her climax rushing upon her.  She could do nothing but trust Rob to hold
her safely as the scorching fire cycloned through her body, plunging her
headlong into infernal bliss.  When she exploded into glittering motes of
blazing ecstasy, she was only a second ahead of Rob.  She felt the hot wash
of his creamy semen pulsing inside her in jetting squirts as she screamed
out her choleric orgasm, heard his gasping growl of supreme completion as
he held her tightly to him.  She violently shook and trembled in his
protective arms, wondering if she would be able to retain consciousness
this time.

   Ever since that momentous first night they stroked off together, mutual
masturbation became a regular part of Anne and Rob's sexual play.  She'd
come to love playing with herself in front of him, at first mainly because
she knew how much it turned him on, but more and more because she could
sense the almost palpable excitement growing within her at those intimate
moments that never failed to fulfill her secret raunchiest expectations. 
She even indulged his occasional phone calls during the day suggesting he'd
like to come home and catch her masturbating.  More than once, she'd been
sitting in the living room, her fingers busily caressing her wet pussy,
when Rob sneaked in the house and watched her masturbate to orgasm.  It
never failed to precede an evening of marvelous gratification.

   But even more telling was her increasing frequency to indulge in her
onanistic bliss by herself.  At first, she made sure to lock the door and
draw the drapes to treat herself to several hours of a more private
experience, not only because it was a sensual delight but because it gave
her a stronger sense of herself as an independent sexual being.  When she
felt brazen enough to watch herself in a mirror, it added an entire new
element.  She imagined herself posing in various seductive outfits and
engaging in a game of show and tell with her lover, him showing her where
he wanted her to touch herself and her telling him how it felt.  Wearing a
tiny skirt, she could easily envision his imagination running wild,
thinking of new places where she could put her hands.  As she lost herself
in foreplay, she imagined it was her mystery lover's touch she felt,
caressing her, touching her most intimate flesh...

   As time grew on, she left the bathroom and no longer locked the doors, a
wicked fantasy of an anonymous stranger seeing her, entering the house. 
She knew she would do whatever he asked her to do, wear whatever he desired
to see her body in.  Then she would pose for him, feel his eyes massage her
curves, memorizing it all.  She could imagine her nipples stiffening as
they were kissed by his admiring glance, a warm rush following as his
lustful gaze moved even lower.  The wet heat pooled in her pussy, which
throbbed at the thought of him losing all semblance of control,
masturbating shamelessly in her presence, hopelessly out of control with
his lust for her...