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Subject: {ASSM} You and Me (MF, solo, epic, transcendental)
Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2001 17:10:04 -0500
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This is an adult story, and therefore intended for people over
the age of 18.  If this material is illegal in your area, it's
your
responsibility to stop reading now.  Otherwise...enjoy it fully!
:)

YOU AND ME
An epic erotic story by Mystery Girl of www.erinworld.org
(inspired by/originally written for M.T.)


PART 1: YOU.

I was so happy to have the new, sculpted jacuzzi in my basement.
It just oozed the sense of the "central sensual location in the
house".  The flowing, amoebic shape of the deep beige tub itself,
surrounded by a cathedral of perfect mirrors on three sides, and
the two sculpted steps leading up to it with a lush potted plant
on either side, with slanting light streaming in from the
circular basement window could not be resisted.  I stepped
closer, onto the solid granite tile lining the floor leading up
to this temple of decadence.   It was so naturalesque, like an
oasis plucked from the rich, cave-riddled slopes of some lush
rainforest.  It made your primal side surface, just looking at
it.

 I had some pretty nasty plans for my temple, and the mere
thought forced an evil smirk across my face.  I could barely
wait.  I turned off the pot-light dimmer, turned around on my
heels, and headed upstairs.  There were only two days left until
the long weekend, and it was the Big Weekend where somebody was
going to be losing something. ;)

Time passed in a quick blur until the day arrived.  Your family
and my family were gone from the city, visiting their other close
relatives.  Being very non-family types, we naturally had stayed
behind to pursue some more.exciting and worthwhile endeavours.
They had no idea, of course.  They never did, did they?
Sometimes, I felt like I was a member of a different
species.everyone and everything around me was a puppet-figure in
the play of life.  Well, I wasn't about to be that way, to fall
into that trap of denying my real self.  Some things are just
meant to happen, regardless of whether they are right, wrong or
ambivalent.  There's this unfathomable sense inside:  you just
know it is destined to be, or happened in another life and the
echoes of a past dalliance are felt into this realm, or something
far beyond the feeling you get in the motions of  day to day
living.  It's a sense and a "knowing" and a desire above and
beyond this realm of existence.  In any case, we were about to
embrace the moment to its fullest.

They day started early.  You arrived just about on time in your
nice, black late-model LeBaron convertible.  The car really
suited you: very stylish, yet also very safe and well-designed.
Not brand new, but familiar and in good shape.  I now had my new,
silver Honda Civic sedan.  The smooth lines were very feminine,
yet with that hard feel of steel, and the sharp, edgy colour was
a reflection of my dark inner self, my other side.  Nice cars,
both of them.

I greeted you at the door with my dark hair in a tousled updo, a
couple strands falling around my face, tickling my full-lipped
smirk.  A low black tank-top and jean shorts finished off my
casual, yet hintingly provocative look.  I welcomed you (and the
morning paper, thanks! :) into my place, and then I finished up
making breakfast: a bowl of cereal and a juice for each of us.  I
knew that wasn't enough to satisfy your appetite this morning,
since you hadn't eaten much the night before, so I quickly made
up a brown hard-boiled egg for each of us.  I dashed on some
salt, and left the yolk behind.  We chatted a bit about the last
few days, and our lives at the moment, and I watched how the sun'
s rays edged along the wall down to your face over those minutes,
until your hair and smile glinted in the warm, yellow light.  The
kitchen was aglow with that golden aura of post-dawn, and I
smiled as I rested my chin on my one hand contentedly.  I was
fairly relaxed, or maybe I was kidding myself, considering how
long I had looked forward to today, and I wondered what was going
through your mind now that you were finally here.  Though you
felt at ease and were really looking forward to the day, I'm sure
that if I had reached across and placed my palm on your black
sweater, over your heart, I would have found that it was racing.

I wondered if you were thinking about what specific things we
were going to do, or if you were thinking about the whole "idea"
of actually being here today.  I was thinking about a little bit
of both, but mostly about the whole significant concept of
today.it was enough to make my gaze start to linger a little
longer with yours.  You have such a beautiful, benevolent face
with those penetrating eyes one could drown in.  I think you were
thinking the same thing as I was.  I leaned forward and ran my
finger over your still-visible scar on your hand, from that
violent night of hell you'd had those months ago, and it was
warm, such a contrast to the mark itself.  I didn't want to get
to the state of just jumping you right there, so I got up, smiled
and said "Let's go to the living room."   You said "Sure" and
then followed me out after thoughtfully fetching a couple of
glasses of  my favourite refresher, Elderflower Presse'.

I smiled invitingly and had my feet up on the coffee table in my
nicely-decorated audio-videophile's room, and you sat down close
beside me, and put your arm around my shoulder, leaning your head
on me.  It was great to feel the warm wall of your affectionate
touch like that, to be close in more than just the mind and
emotion.  I wasn't sure if you were nervous or lustful, but
probably both.as well as a healthy dose of that fabulous virgin
anticipation.  I was starting to get that bit of adrenaline
scorching the veins along my forearms as well.but combined with
the glow of love and a zenith of affection deep inside my heart.
The rush of feeling and emotions had fired up, ready to slip into
gear.  I almost laughed because we hadn't even really done
anything yet, and we were already drowning in anticipation.  Our
minds were magnifying everything, every word and touch and
gesture.such mental animals, as usual.

I took my final sip of the Elderflower, then turned back to you.
"I've been thinking about this moment for a long time.  It's
always been a fantasy, for both of us, of course.  Ironic that
the female who's wanted you as much as you've wanted her has been
here all along, in a friend.  Sometimes people think I'm a
"teenager-phile" because of the weird relationship we have, but
you know what?  They don't get it.  I don't have a fetish for
teenagers, I have a fetish for you." I leaned in and kissed your
worshipping lips.  I was bowled over by the intensity of emotion
held within your kiss as you responded.  I knew you would be a
good kisser - all selfless, passionate people are that way, and
you were definitely like that.  I relished the kissing session
for a while, and then lightly tugged on your earlobe with my
teeth, then traced my tongue from the bottom of your right ear to
the top, and back down again.  I could almost feel the
electricity running through your body, that primal energy. I
could certainly feel it through mine.  I loved it when you
consumed my throat with your expert necking  - such an oft
ignored part of the anatomy. I was also a fan of going for the
throat and I ran my tongue ever-so-slowly from your collarbone,
and precisely along your jugular vein to the bottom of your
earlobe again, hungrily.

As we kissed and nuzzled, I traced my finger down your chest and
started rubbing your crotch through your jeans.  It was mind
blowing to feel me put my hand over your cock.  That slow, easy,
yet firm rub that felt so good to you, you couldn't help but say
"..fuck" under your breath, between cannibalizing my hot skin.
Being in the presence of another amplifies everything - it's the
whole idea of baring your lowest animal self to another person.
I loved feeling your boner, glancing down at it, feeling it
summon that hot burning rush of blood to fill up my wanting
crotch.  I wanted it, and your response to me taking it drove me
on.

I knew something that would really get you going, so I withdrew
from our kissing, looked straight into your soul through your
arousal-widened pupils, and smirked so nastily.  You had no idea
what I'd do next, and it was so exciting, yet also such a fun
discovery for you.  I sat back a bit and said "Take your shirt
off for me, you know how I like seeing that." You complied, and I
was so impressed (as usual) by the way males were such experts at
divulging themselves of their shirt in one fluid motion.  I wish
I could do that so easily, but boobs get in the way.  I thought
you'd have fun doing that later anyways - unwrapping your living
present - me. ;)

I appraised your upper body as you lounged on the couch.  If I
could describe the look in my eyes it would be like they were
feasting on flesh.  You may not like your body, but nobody likes
their body.  It was totally appealing to me not only because it
really did look good (I Love the complexion of your skin) but
because nothing about you could possibly disgust me.  I wanted to
bare every inch of my body and soul against yours, and simply
thinking about it spurred me into motion again.

I leaned forward and kissed you again, then methodically began
kissing all the way down your chest in tiny increments.
Maddening increments!  My lips were like hot, full butterflies
landing down your midline in an agonizingly sensual row from top
to bottom.  The closer I got to your crotch, the harder I rubbed
you through your jeans.  Your boner felt glorious, and so
fuckingly engorged, and you laid your head back in rapture for a
moment, then regained composure as I approached my goal.  I
pushed your knees apart and settled in front of you on the
carpet, only three kisses away from your pants.  I ran my hands
along your hard thighs a few times, and then leaned sideways and
started working my teeth on your belt buckle.  One of my
specialties is taking off pants without using my hands.  You
looked down at me as I popped the buckle out of the belt, and
felt the constraint fall away.  It was so erotic to see me
mouthing around an inch from your dick, and feeling the added
sensations of my thick, dark hair tickling your lower belly, and
my hands holding onto your thighs - hard.

You were packing such a punch in your pants, that I had to undo
your button with my thin fingers rather than my mouth.  As I did
so, I put my mouth against your tent, and exhaled my hot core
breath right through your jeans over your head.  You felt the
heat wash over your penis and it felt so good you gritted your
teeth.  You could feel your entire body tensing in sexual
anticipation.

I decided to enhance the "discovery" process by playing a little
game.  I  ever-so-slowly tugged the zipper up and over and down
with my teeth in a wicked sneer, and your erection was propped up
nicely within your underwear.  I then looked at you longingly, my
dark layery hair nestling tousled around my shoulders, and closed
my eyes.  I said "watch me", and proceeded to slowly take off my
shirt (as best I could, you expert), revealing my black push-up
bra with its minimalistic, clean lines.  Seeing the sight of my
flesh in front of you was a rhapsody of pleasure within all your
cells.  I was a sexual feast.  The black bra squeezed my nice
B-cup breasts into a little bit of pleasant cleavage.  I felt so
hot within my blindness.  I could feel your eyes upon me like
XXX-rays.this wasn't just a pretty picture of me any more.  You
could feel the heat, and I could feel yours.  I sensed you
leaning forward as I could feel your elevated breath upon my
chest like sun's rays upon me.  Just to tease a little more, I
put my hands down to my crotch - or should I say ran them from my
neck, across my breasts, down my flat abdomen to my jeans.  It
was great feeling myself, exhibiting myself for your eyes only,
and sensing you without sight.  Every other sense, especially the
touch of my fingers upon my sexually aroused hot skin - was so
enhanced.  This was so fun, and I couldn't even guess how excited
you were since you had never done anything this far before.

I  started undoing my jeans and then suddenly stopped.  My skin
prickled.  I opened my eyes and gazed straight into yours, and
almost fell into your lusting gaze.  I felt a crushing blow of
arousal crash through my body from lips to toes when I realized
you had your hand on your cock, just beginning to masturbate.  I
had felt so in control a few moments ago, and suddenly felt at
your mercy, weak kneed, feeling my hot juices filling my slit.
To see you in that state...slayed me, took down all my
inhibitions.  You were leaning forward and I was looking straight
into your eyes so I couldn't really see your cock, but I could
see your forearm moving, and hear that snarl in the deepness of
your highly aroused breathing.  My breathing was like that now
too.all within just a few seconds.

I put my arms around your warm neck and pulled you closer,
leaning your forehead against mine.  It was so intimate to be
that close.  I closed my eyes again and took your free hand,
without looking down yet, and ran it across my left breast, right
down the center of my cleavage, down my slightly trembling belly
to my jean zipper.  My skin burned to the touch like hot smooth
metal.  You took hold of the zipper and undid it the rest of the
way.  My jeans felt warm from my body heat.  I had a little
surprise for you.no underwear. ;)  You cast a shadow over me and
couldn't see clearly, but in the V of my exposed skin you could
see, at the bottom of the zipper, the faintest edge of my pubic
hair.  You thought about how soaked I was, and how it would feel
to edge your hand down that opening and feel my womanly heat for
yourself, to slide your trembling finger along my wet slit as you
stroked yourself at the same time.  I regained my composure and
whispered into your ear, "Masturbate for me, Matt."

Those words hit your ears like gunshots.  You almost couldn't
believe you were here doing this, and you had never felt so
aroused and so full of sexual potential in your entire life.  You
settled back in the couch and looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes
as your continued stroking your rock-hard, heated cock a few
inches from my face.  I loved the meaty rod of your cock, could
almost taste it this close.  I took a good look at it, grinding
my teeth at the terribly arousing sight of you doing this.  I
started tugging on your jeans, and you lifted your ass off the
couch and I pulled them all the way off.  I kissed one of your
big toes as I did this, and you couldn't hold back a smile.  I
threw the jeans to the side of the room.

You were entirely naked before me. My sight almost seemed like
tunnel vision, overtaken by the emotional part of my brain
short-circuiting,  as I drank in the entire scene before me,
processing it like a wildfire within my brain.  I was more drunk
with lust than ever, and all the while you perused my body,
images of fucking, and ravaging each other flicking through your
brain, and looked into my brown eyes with your brown eyes.totally
eating me up.  And here I was half-naked before you, with
jean-shorts hugging my ass and long, tanned legs extending below
them as I knelt in front of you.  Your one hand rapidly fucked
your cock, and your other one fondled your balls, which I noticed
you had shaved for me (good boy, you'll see why later. ;)

I ran my hand up your thigh very slowly and deliberately as I
watched, then paused, glancing up into your eyes like a cat,
until my hand took your place on your balls.  I held them like
jewels in my hand, stroking  the soft skin so lightly, up and
down, my thumb on one side of your cock and my fingers on the
other side.  I could feel the bottom of your hand nudging mine as
you beat off for me, and how tight your balls got as I stroked
them languidly.  Fuck, this was so good.  It made me feel the
urge of wanting to pull you on top of me in the middle of the
room and fuck me for all you were worth.  Your entire crotch area
felt aflame at my touch.  I coyly edged my chest towards your
free hand, telling you with my eyes, and you eagerly leaned
forward and stroked beneath my breasts at the top of my smooth
abdomen, then edged your fingers under the bottom of my bra and
wedged your hand in there, working the bra up and over my breasts
as your hands felt the unique firm-softness of my breasts.  They
were the perfect size to gently hold and knead, and when not
wedged together by a bra, had no touching cleavage.  They stood
out nicely like on a smooth, athletic greek sculpture.
Lithe-looking.  You loved the feel of my erect nipples against
the center of your warm palm, and you bit your lower lip and
pumped even harder and longer as you worked methodically and
gently over my chest.  Your cock felt heaven-sent as you gripped
your hard shaft and stroked all for me.

I slid my one hand from your balls, up higher and took hold of
the base of your cock, and kissed your full lips again, all in
one mindfucking motion.  I felt your hand tighten on my chest as
a reeling rush of arousal went through you.  I felt the same
thing, it was inexorable from our synchrony of tactics.  Then our
lips parted and I looked right into your eyes.  But my eyes were
no longer sharp and bright.  They were heavy-lidded, dark,
shadowy, only half-there, so consumed by lust and sexuality that
I looked like a heroin chick.  It was just a reflection of how
you looked as you gazed transfixedly into my black wells, and
almost sneered as I sank out of your vision, and your vision
faded to black as you eyes closed when my hot breath washed over
the head of your cock.

I held your totally engorged cock like a mic.  My fingers wrapped
around it perfectly.  I whispered in a low, throaty voice,
"Having fun yet?" and you made some sort of deep, throaty sound
of acknowledgement.  It was beyond words anyhow.  All you could
think of at the moment was how every word sent a hot feel over
your cock, and how my last word had caused my lower lip to brush
ever-so-slightly across the tip of your cock.  The image, the
feel, consumed your mind like a hydrogen bomb.  Every muscle
tightened at the thought that I was about to fuck you with my
mouth.  I really was.

Your hands rubbed my shoulders as I paused for a second.  I could
n't resist putting my right hand down my jeans and just feeling,
feeling that incredible heat I was generating within my well.  I
closed my eyes and squeezed you harder as I let my index finger
slide so luxuriously in my slit, from top to bottom, easing so
easily past my lips and into my thoroughly soaked, slick vagina -
all the way up to my knuckle.  My back arched slightly as I was
fantasizing it was your cock  As I did that, your gaze turned to
a stare, as images of me masturbating myself every night in bed
danced in your head.  You wanted me, so badly, to do the next
step.  You knew what I liked.  I took a slow, deep breath as I
stroked my finger back and forth a few times over my tingling
clit, then withdrew my now-glistening finger.  I brought it up to
my petulant mouth, and sucked my own juices off, like someone
would suck a home-made popsicle.  I licked every spot I missed.
The slickness was so delicious, so pervasive..then I opened my
eyes, hungrily leaned to you and gave you a very deep kiss.  You
could taste me on your tongue now, oh it was so much better than
you ever imagined, and it was all you could do to stop your body
from dumping its load on my belly as I ground against you as I
kissed.

I almost got violent with lust, now.  Sometimes I get possessed
like that.  As soon as our lips parted, I practically raked my
fingertips down your chest, just wanting to grab your flesh, and
you threw your head back, and I buried my face between your legs
and licked you like a dog all the way from the base of your balls
to the head of your dick.  All in one, mind-blowingly exotic
motion of wet flesh.  I wanted to make you cum as fast as I
could.  I just wanted your fuck-juice tickling down my throat
like a hot sprinkler.I lusted for that feeling, that low animal
get-off.  It was time to abandon all coyness, and get to
business.

The tip of your dick was wet, and I dabbled my tongue in it, in
the piqued taste of pre-cum.  It was such a wonderful feeling to
have your cock against my tongue, hard, probing, wanting to get
inside.   You watched in rapture as I pursed my lips against the
tip, all wet, and then I forced my head harder against your cock
until you dick penetrated the flesh of my mouth like easing into
a virgin's tight lips.  The ring of pleasure that moved down your
steely cock made you jerk backwards.  I tightened my hand at the
base of your cock so you wouldn't cum just yet.my clit burned
with arousal.  I slid the rest of the way out of my shorts,
feeling my crotch again, rubbing the juice on your dick, and
licking it off ravenously, as I gazed up into your eyes.  You
liked watching my hand as I felt myself and then felt your cock,
mixing our juices into a witch's brew of pheromones.  You drank
it all in, in the greatest plane of mutual arousal you'd ever
felt.  Every nerve was alive, and every nerve just wanted to
possess me.

My lips descended on your cock again, and I took it all the way
in until your head was thrust against my tonsils.  Feeling
yourself so completely enveloped by the wet heat of my flesh was
indescribably exotic.  I moved my head up and down and my lips
rose and fell on your shaft, falling into a rhythm you could set
a clock by.  You felt that congested burning deep inside as all
your cum was building up from my irresistible oral ministrations.
Reality was just crashing around you.  You could see nothing
except the image of yourself fucking my mouth whether your eyes
were open or closed.  We were both single-minded, driven sex
machines, feeding off one another, getting off on one another.
You muscles started tensing until your clenched hands were white
at the knuckles.  And still I bobbed, and sucked, ever harder, my
fingertips sliding on your balls now, too.  I descended so hard
on your cock that my lips touched the skin at the base, and my
lower lip was against the top of your balls.  I swallowed and you
felt the contracting flesh ease your boner into the top of my
throat.  Then I quickly returned to bobbing and just sucking like
a milking machine, occasionally flicking your frenulum with my
soaked tongue.  I could take anything, and as you ran your
fingers through my hair, your took hold of a large handful and
forced my head all the way back down again, as you thrust your
hips up to grind your fuck-rod deep into my mouth.  You started
truly fucking my mouth and ravaging, ravaging my oral cavity like
a mad rapist.  I wanted to take anything you could do to me, and
my throat was tense with my screamingly erotic arousal level.
You fell prey to all your urges and just fucked as far into me as
you could manage, sneering.

My muscles were almost quaking with want, and your reactions
drove my body near the edge, near the precipice of orgasm.  I'm
sure fluid was running down my thighs now.  I wanted to scream
out my pent up heat, but couldn't, because your dick was stuffed
way down my wet mouth like the glorious, suffocating violator.
Oh god.it was just..so..

Fuck me, oh jesus fuck..I loved you doing this to me, and I
ravaged your balls and clasped your crotch and sucked for all I
was worth,  as my tongue went wild and snaked around your shaft
like a stuck cobra.  Your mucles in your arms glistened from
effort as you continued to fuck me, faster and faster and faster
and harder and deeper.you couldn't stop now.oh, no..I snarled my
lips as I consumed you, and you started curling forward as every
nerve and muscle leaned towards me and what I was doing.  Reality
shifted.  The edge, the edge was rushing towards you like an
event horizon of release.  You looked at me again, the
irrefutable image of Erin fucking your cock with her mouth with
more lust than the world, and concentrated on the flesh of me
enveloping you all around.  It was too much - your muscles and
heaving and your breath got shorter and harder and faster until,
until - it seized for a second.  Time stopped, the point of no
return.  It felt like an elevator dropped from beneath your feet
and needles prickled you all over - I felt your head grow inside
my mouth like a mushroom, and all was dead-silent for a frozen
second until, until.

Ohfuckyes, this was it, no going back..your muscles jerked you
back, and you growled a guttural sound of orgasm as you shot your
load against the back of my mouth, your hands still clasping my
knot of hair and pulling me as far and as deep as I could
possibly be impaled by your gun of flesh,  as you groaned and
gasped.  Your breath heaved and panted, and your lips were wet
and full from biting them in a.lusting rage.  Hearing you lose
control almost threw me over the edge again.  The flow of your
hot, thick sperm ebbed and ebbed and filled my mouth, running
down onto your balls and my fingernails.  I swallowed it up like
pudding of the gods, licking it off my lips.relishing it like
nothing else.  I ate you up like a scavenging, starving
she-beast.

When the tide withdrew, the warm afterglow settled upon you like
a lovely, mellow anaesthetic, like dusk, and you slowly came back
down to this reality. We leaned forwards towards one another, our
bodies trembling from this unearthly mutual encounter.  We put
our fingertips together.  Our lips brushed, and you
affectionately licked mine, tasting the still hot cum off the
edge of my lip.  I slid up beside you on the edge of the couch,
two naked bodies side-by-side, all disheveled, and all aglow in
the supersensual bloom of sex.  Our breaths and heartbeats
settled into a steady rhythm as we leaned in close, an
unimaginable look of satisfaction and happiness across your face.
I held you against me, closed my eyes, and almost died at the
deluge of emotions this had all aroused in me.  We fell back on
the couch, in each other's arms, in utter wet
contentedness..happiness..naked completeness.

Semi-coherent, I murmured, "That was incredible." and you pressed
your forehead against mine and exhaled a deep breath, slowly
nodding, then laying behind me on the couch as we dozed off in a
short, hazy nap.


PART 2: ME

Despite not wanting to pull myself away from the warm, snoozy
embrace of your arms, I finally got up a little while later.  I
could have stayed in your arms forever.  Running the back of my
hand across my crotch to catch the wetness, I then absently
licking it off as I moseyed over to the closet, where I pulled
out my sexy, silky maroon chemise (the one you liked from my
pictures) and slipped into it.  You opened your eyes sleepily and
watched me pull on my silk nighty, enjoying how it flattered my
form in a most feminine way.  I certainly looked all woman in
that red number.

You stretched out on the couch - still all naked - and then I
turned, struck a pose, and smiled cutely at you, giving you that
classic once-over glance with my eyes, "Hey sexy, I'm just gonna
whip up some lunch for us.  Then we can go outside for a few and
catch some rays, and come back in and.get back to it."  I couldn'
t hold back a nasty smirk.  You nodded.  Then you got me back
with a gunshot to my ears, "Erin, it's your turn after lunch."
you said with a teasingly evocative tone in your voice.  I felt
dizzyingly weak in the knees for a moment.  I shut the thought
out of my mind and regained my composure.  Barely.  I could
already feel the blood flow rushing to my crotch in anticipation.

You lazed about on the couch, trying to avoid thinking about our
wild encounter, because you felt a twinge of arousal every time
the flashing sexual images of our animalistic oral-erotic
dalliance crossed your mind again.  It wasn't just the imagery,
it was the fact that you had actually done such a thing with me.
You settled back, and watched me as I puttered about in the
kitchen.  The warm rays of the sun cast translucently through my
dark, tousled hair, and the thin veneer of my silky outfit, like
I was imperfectly spotlighted for you.  It was attractive to
watch me bustling about unawares, perkily preparing a feast for a
more sedate set of senses.  It was quiet and serene in the house,
and you felt so utterly at ease and relaxed.  It was contenting,
for you knew that any place of mine, I considered a place of
yours.

You eventually got your ass up off the couch, picked up the ring
of clothing heaped all over the living room floor, and piled it
on the couch.  My senses perked as I heard you approaching me
from behind, and you stopped behind me and ran your hands up my
hips to my shoulders, affectionately.  I could feel the
electricity from your hands before you even touched me.   I
rolled my head back, eyes closed, and nibbled on your lower lip.
I mentioned there was a terrycloth bathrobe hanging on the back
of the bathroom door, so you went to fetch it, and wrapped it
loosely around you.  You left your cock hanging out of the front
just for my amusement.  I shook my head and said, "Don't get me
going too soon, or we won't even have time to swallow a bite of
our lunch.  We need something more nutritious than each other at
the moment.  Thanks for the force-fed calorie dose earlier,
though, Matt." I grinned mischievously.

I slipped out of my teddy and wrapped a bathrobe around my nubile
naked form as well, and we moseyed out barefoot to the private
backyard patio with our plates in our hands.  I'd made some
absolutely delectable Kraft Dinner mixed with corn for lunch.
Coke for both of us.   It's not a particularly fancy meal, but
when you're spent from sex, the calorie punch is appreciated by
the body.  We'd have it worked off by the end of the day anyways.

To say the least.

We chatted for about half an hour, back into our camaradic
friends mode.  Your eyes smiled at me like mini-sunrises each
time you laughed, and it felt wonderful in the far corner of our
hearts to have such a deep affinity for each other on various
levels, an affinity despite our sometimes opposite natures.  I
appreciated having found this with another person, so much so,
and your smiles and words.and now, caresses.spoke the same to me.
As we talked, I reflected on how my feelings for you never abated
and somehow grew more fundamentally ingrained over time.  It was
so unique - and so unlike me - to feel that way towards anybody.
It made me think of a weird saying I'd heard last year: "Friends
help you move.  Real friends help you move bodies."  How true.  I
'd do that for you without hesitation.  I just felt you were
worth it somehow.and it was something far beyond my logical
mindset.  My mind off on an introspective tangent, as usual.  I
smiled to myself, and took a deep, relaxed breath, feeling
content.

We wolfed down our KD in under five minutes from our ravenous
appetites, and were working on our Cokes now, musing about life
and everything.

The sunshine was wonderful and the temperature was perfect - what
a day it had turned into.  All relaxed, I smiled up at the sun
with my eyes closed, opened up my bathrobe down to past my navel,
and let the sunshine beat down on my abdomen and chest.  It felt
languorous and intoxicating to be kissed all over by the sun.
You commented on the lithe smoothness of my body, and I watched
as your eyes slowly consumed me in the bright daylight.  I raised
my eyebrow and looked at you expectantly with my shadowy eyes.
You shifted and opened up your bathrobe as well, exposing that
nice-looking body I lusted after so much.  The little rustles of
wind around your balls and waist felt nice, like pixies kissing
you all over in a wispy embrace of pure sensual pleasure.  There'
s nothing quite like nakedness out in the sunshine, is there?  I
could feel myself slowly slipping out of casual mode and into the
first levels of arousal again.

It's hard not to when we're sitting there on my patio, exposing
ourselves to each other like this.  Hell.it was shockingly exotic
to think about.

Looking at you, quite suddenly my thoughts made a right-angled
turn from conversation to consummation.   An image of you
crawling between my legs on the patio stones and lapping at my
vagina in a long, slow dog-lick.crept out of my id and into my
immediate thoughts.

"I think it's time to go inside again." I said in a quiet,
barely-controlled voice.  Your hand was inadvertently trailing
down your belly to the base of your semi-erect cock, "I think so
too.  You got this.look on your face a few seconds ago." You
smiled greedily.
As we got up to head inside, you brought your mouth close to my
ear, and added in a low whisper, "I can't wait to taste you."

My mind reeled.  I knew very well you had every intention of
making me cum for the first time from the hands of another, and
while it was statistically unlikely - I had a feeling your
confidence was not misplaced.

I took your hand, nuzzled up to your ear and kissed you, and then
led you down to the basement, to my exotic mini-jungle and spa.
You could smell the plants and the water mist in the air.it was
like you were back outside again, but this time in a steamy
jungle.  They were very unique surroundings and you complimented
me on the decor.  As I filled the tub and tested the water
temperature with my long fingers, you paused and took a good look
at the situation.  You let your bathrobe drop to the tile floor,
and came up behind me, running your hands on the curve of my
hips, teasing me, distracting me, even lifting my bathrobe right
up and rubbing your cock between my legs as I was partly bent
over, brushing lightly against my slit, an aroused tone in your
low breathing.  You fucking bold tease!  Now I knew what it was
like to be on the receiving end.  I wanted to throw my head back,
brace myself with my arms, and let you squeeze inside my slippery
passage, oh yes..my hormone-laced blood in my veins nearly made a
puppet out of my resolve.

Although in rapture, you still had an agenda on your mind.   You
really wanted to do something for me, you wanted to make me lose
complete control from your ministrations.  With your cock still
wedged comfortably in the space between my thighs and my cunt,
you leaned over me in pseudo doggy position as I shut off the
water, and started kissing the back of my neck, and my shoulders,
as gently as a rose petal.  My every nerve perked in response and
I sighed in enjoyment, closing my eyes.  Your hands rubbed across
my belly and breasts in firm, long strokes, as your kisses
lingered up by my ear.  You breathed so heavily while tonguing my
earlobe, murmuring things I couldn't understand, but I caught
such words such as "lick you.knock you up.fuck you.feel you.rape
you.consume you"  in your string of sexed, slurred words.  I
swallowed hard, adrenaline coursing through my body and making my
fingertips tremble.  Oh god, if I was ever close to having a
heart attack, it was right now.  Oh man, Matt.I want you so bad.
I could feel the heat growing in my crotch, and you could feel it
radiating onto your rock-hard erection.  It spurred you on, made
you bolder.

You slid your shaft back and forth against the glistening folds
of my crotch, feeling my ready slickness, and getting pretty
excited while doing so.  You then moved one of your stroking
hands down lower and lower on my abdomen, felt your fingers slip
through my short V of pubic hair, and finally, tentatively slid
your pointy finger in a glorious arc along my radiatingly hot,
juice-filled slit, from top to bottom - at last!  Oh man, feeling
your fingers enclosed by my folds of beckoning womanhood felt
absolutely riveting.  If you could only have seen the incredibly
rapid succession of sexual imagery that ricocheted through my
mind as I felt your hand down there.   I put my right hand over
yours and pushed your finger deeper along my fold, all the way
from my clit to my seeping vaginal opening and up again, while
taking a ragged breath...you swallowed and had to take a few deep
breaths to slow down your straining, pounding libido.  We
absolutely fed off each other's reactions like a sexual symbol of
infinity, with no end, running our feelings into each other in an
infinite feedback loop.

I took a long, slow, nervously excited inhale that lasted about
five seconds.  My blood pressure pulsed in my ears and my tendons
in my arms stood out like wires at attention, trembling ever so
slightly.  My clit seared with sensations.   I managed to whisper
out, "Matt, let's get in the tub while we still can."  I turned
my head and looked up at you, my thick, dark hair tumbling in
long locks around my petulant face, my lips flushed even deeper
from my sexual arousal.  I looked so fucking horny.

Deliberately slowly, you stood up again and slid your cock out
from between my thighs.  I slid into the tub, and you followed
suit.  It was glorious, and salty, and smooth, from the bath
beads and Epsom salts I had added while it was filling up.  It
felt like a hot spring, and steam rose up off it in lazy billows,
like misty cobwebs hanging in the air of the basement. The rays
coming in the porthole window cast a beautifully warm, flattering
diffuse spotlight on the swirling pool.

For a few moments, we were still, letting the heat and comfort
sluice around us.  We smiled at each other wickedly.  You sidled
up close beside me in the hot tub, and I lightly ran my hand up
and down your cock as we lounged side-by-side.     Your balls
were so soft and buoyant in the water (and they felt damn full,
too ;).  You swung your nicely tanned arm around my shoulders and
then leaned in and slowly kissed from my ear down to my breast at
the edge of the water line, nibbling and tasting the little drops
of salty water decorating my skin..Ever so slowly.  This
interlude gave me a minute to come to terms with what was about
to happen, and as I looked down at your soft brown hair and your
face attending to my chest so masterfully, so naturally, I smiled
to myself and took a deep breath.  I squeezed your shoulders and
you looked up, and I parted my lips and gave you a very deep,
lingering french kiss.  I felt your tongue in my mouth, tickling
my lips, sucking on my lower lip, and thought of how good that
would feel down below, with your breath washing over my clit as I
jerked back in an intense orgasm.  I sucked on your lower lip in
rhythm with my hand on your cock.  Absolute bliss.

I slid myself all the way under the water, getting my hair wet,
and then surfaced again.  My ebony hair was slicked back and out
of my face, down the middle of my back, as smooth as a raven's
wing.  My attractively arched eyebrows were thin slashes angling
up and out at the base of my bare forehead.  You dunked yourself
as well, loving the heat on the back of your neck.  I then slid
up and onto the dry edge of the whirlpool, which was a fairly
wide ledge, on which I had folded a couple of towels.  The
glinting rivulets of salty water ran down my shoulders and along
the length of my body, arms, and legs, sparkling in the soft
light.  I smiled alluringly at you, very come-hither, feeling
flush from the heat down below, in my loins.  You looked up at my
long and lanky, almost ribby, yet still curvaceous, body, and
buried your gaze in my trusting eyes.  The drops trickled down
towards you, almost as if drawn by tides to the sea.  How you so
wanted to crawl up in front of me, grab me hard, and force your
rod into my own sea at that moment.

You moved up between my legs rather suddenly in the hot tub, with
a driven purposefulness, and were so close I could feel your
breath settling on my crotch.  My heart upped its ante again.  Oh
god, I almost couldn't believe you were really doing this.  It
wasn't a safe little fantasy on a screen..oh definitely not.
Raising your forearms out of the water, you smirked at me evilly
as you put your hands on my legs and slid them wider apart.  Wow,
nestled there spreading my legs - with your lips inches away from
my beckoning well - was absolutely exciting for you to
experience.  You knew what to do naturally, you were driven from
your very genes, and so was I.

I closed my eyes and let you get to it.  At the first lap of your
tongue, I lolled my head back and almost. purred, as a wave of
pleasure zinged through my body.   My elbows got weak for a
second, and you almost thought I was going to pass out.  Seeing
your actions cause me to react like this was the ultimate reward
for you.  You held hard onto my thighs as you licked my crotch
from bottom to top, feeling my juices slick on your tongue, like
honey of the gods.  There was so much of it, so much of this
fluid and it was all because of you, Matt.  You buried you lips
in my folds, licking not only my own lips, but yours, as you
feasted on my well of sexed fluid.  Now and then, you'd cast a
lingering stare along my trembling belly and then straight up at
my face, at me biting my lip with almost a look of pain (absolute
pleasure) on my face.  I was breathing faster and faster by the
minute, and managed to whisper - between hitching breaths - that
I practically hyperventilated from very good oral sex, and not to
worry.  It just added to the electricity coursing through our
bodies, to think of me panting.

Panting all because of you.

As you ate me out, and drove your hard tongue all the way up
inside my vagina with your mouth wide open, I imagined what it
looked like from several feet away.  I could see you hunched in
the tub between my long, spidery legs, my arms back out behind
me, holding up my trembling body.  And the sound of my
uncontrolled breathing racking your ears like injections of
stimulant.  Your boner absolutely throbbed beneath the water, and
you imagined it taking the place of your tongue, and you became
more and more driven towards the edge, in the heat of this
encounter.  Your mind, like mine, was becoming a hodgepodge music
video of sexual images, flashing in a blur across our minds,
absolutely unlimited and carnal - and truly unmentionable.

You took your right hand and felt around my weeping, delicious
vaginal opening with the tips of your fingers as you moved your
tongue to focus on my clit and surrounding folds.  My clit
absolutely burned with arousal, I was constantly on the verge,
and my mouth felt dry from all my panting and gasping.  Then, you
took your two fingers and firmly slid them in to my searingly
dripping passage in one arcing motion, as you moved your tongue
frenetically over my clit.  Suddenly, in the most high-pitched,
uncontrollably tensed voice, I managed to blurt out "OH FUCK,
Matt! Oh fucking christ, I feel like I'm going to die, I - I - I'
m not going to make it through!!!.I absolutely can't stand it - -
any - -  any more!" I nearly sobbed uncontrollably, and finished
my sentence with a gasping moan that escaped through my clenched
teeth.  I don't even know if my words came out coherently.   I
absolutely lost control from the very core of my being.  I was
practically writhing and heaving from the overdose of feelings
streaming into my brain like the detonation of a hydrogen bomb.
My body felt like somebody had suddenly dumped gasoline on it,
lit a match at my clit, dropped it on, and set me aflame.
Literally.  It made me writhe.  I wanted to scream, my head was
screaming on the inside like the buzz you hear when you are being
electrocuted, and I almost didn't know if I really was screaming
out loud or not.  I didn't care any more, I wasn't even aware
where I was.  All that existed of me was my flaming crotch with
your tongue slithering all over it like a snake in fast forward,
and your fingers jammed in all the way up to your knuckles.  I
was bucking beneath your lips.  You couldn't stand it any more
either, and took your other hand off my thigh and jerked yourself
off under the water as you ravaged me like a driven slave.  I
could hear you doing it.  Oh god, that image was frozen in my
mind forever.

Suddenly, I jerked back as if shot or stabbed, as my mind reeled
into the few seconds of "the point of no return".  I looked like
I was practically snarling.  You quivered your tongue even more
intensely exactly on my clit for several seconds.  All of a
sudden, every muscle in my body was tensed and quivering, hard as
a rock, but in my mind a floodgate of passionate waves was about
to be let loose.   I took three rapid breaths in a row, almost
hiccups they were so fast, and then the tendons stood out in my
neck and hands as I threw my head back, holding my breath.  There
was absolute silence from me for about five seconds, and a line
of blood from a passionate bite I'd given myself on my lip, and
then I arched backwards and loudly moaned and screeched as my
body jerked in an absolutely mind-blowing wave.after wave.of
seething orgasm.  You would never forget that look on my face.
My eyes were open, but rolled back in my head.  I jerked like I
was having a seizure and I collapsed back on the towel, reaching
out and grabbing onto your shoulder as you withdrew your fingers
and sucked and tongued my cunt, feeling it twitching deep inside
around your tongue, feeling a slow, tasty seepage of freshly hot
cum emanating around your tongue and lips.  Oh fuck , oh fucking
christ.Between sobbing breaths, I managed to say, "Oh god Matt,
oh this is absolutely incredible. God I want to fuck you.".  I
was hyperventilating.  My elative bucks very slowly subsided, as
your tonguing kept me going for some time.  You stared straight
into my eyes, and you kept licking my lips, but stayed away from
my supersensitive clit.  You were breathing like a maniac, and as
I gained a tentative lucidity in my mind, I saw you were only
getting more aroused.  Your forearm thrashed in the water.

It was your turn now.  Laying flat on my back, I gestured for you
to climb up on top of me, still panting.  You almost leaped out
of the water on top of me, completely tensed, and I saw that you
were dying for orgasmic release.   I wanted to feel your fertile
sperm all over my body, running down in thick rivulets, seeping
all the way down to the cracks of my cunt.  It was all you could
do to keep yourself from holding me down and raping my
still-quivering crotch right then and there.  You gritted your
teeth as the engorged head of you cock brushed against my soaked,
puffy vaginal lips as you got on top of me.  "I want you so
badly, Erin." You snarled deeply.  The look in my eyes didn't
make things any easier for you ;)  I licked my lip, lifted my
head up and kissed you passionately, mustering all my strength
from my exhausted muscles and mellowed nerves.  I slid down
partly into the water again like molasses, and let you masturbate
inches away from my face.  Now and then I'd lick the base of your
totally shaved, tasty balls, smiling hungrily, nastily.  As you
beat off faster and faster, I ran my hands firmly up the back of
your thighs, and massaged your ass cheeks, grabbing them and
kneading them.  I pulled you close, right against my throat, and
could feel your fast breath on my forehead all the way from down
here.  My heart raced in anticipation.  I glanced up and said,
"Hold your breath!"  It was more of a command.

You became instantly silent, and your muscles got tenser and
tenser, your brow furrowed, your jaw set in tension as you
deprived yourself of oxygen.  Fuck, it was like I was gazing up
at a carved god, you looked so attractive and arousing.  I
continued massaging you firmly, and rubbing my breasts against
the front of your thighs.  Being cum on really got me off, and
the anticipation was delicious.  My eyes were heavy and drugged
with hormonal afterglow, giving me a voluptuous slut's visage.
You were in another world, you were so high with arousal.

In a moment of inspiration, I thought of something new you'd been
doing to yourself while masturbating (your story, and the
accompanying fantasy about me, had left me in a sweaty stupor
last year).  I licked your balls again, and then ran my watery
hands up and down your ass crack, then ever-so-carefully started
easing my index finger into your ass as I sucked on your balls.
It felt tight, like a gummy ring around my finger, and all fleshy
and hot deep inside.  You were beating off so hard for me, and
your muscles were all twitching now, jerking, and still you held
your breath - though your body SCREAMED for release, screamed for
oxygen, and screamed in pleasure at what I was doing to you.  You
must have gritted your teeth to a fine powder at the unbelievable
eroticism at what we were doing together.  You heart beat
explosively fast in your ears, and the combined pleasure of
stroking yourself abusively, as I licked your balls, and eased my
finger back and forth in your ass, sent reality into a spin.  It
didn't take long - after a frozen moment of no return, you
started falling forward onto me and then suddenly began jerking
spasmodically as you felt that warm stream of liquid work its way
up through your plumbing and out the tip of your cock, onto my
throat, in a sweeping swath of electrocuting sexual release.  It
was excruciatingly pleasurable in unending waves.  You came all
over me, profusely, growling low with a snarl, your eyes searing
into mine with absolute animal lust.  You gasped loudly for
breath as you shot your cum all over my neck and shoulders and
belly in splashing arcs, as I arched backwards with a gleeful
grin on my face, slipped my finger out of your ass, and enjoyed
the thick rain falling upon my tanned body, like a dog rolling in
the rain.  I ran my hand over my belly and licked some of it up
as it was still falling, and then mixed some in with my own
sex-juice and reached up to put it on your gasping, full lips.you
licked it eagerly, as I knew you would.

After you finished shuddering and milking yourself dry, you
lowered yourself on your elbows and layed right on top of me, and
we kissed and mixed the cum on our lips in an incredibly
passionate and fulfilling french kiss.  You could feel your
sperm, all slimy and hot between our pressed bodies, and I could
feel it seeping down my crotch now, and it felt good and
soothing.  It soothed my heat.calmed my tempestuous fires.  It
was the definition of naked eroticism.

It made me want to get knocked up.  My hormones were inflamed
with desire.

You took a deep breath.  Your body felt incredibly good and
incredibly tired, and you mind eased into a mellow and loving
trance, forehead against mine, feeling like our neural cells were
seeping into each other in a slow electromagnetic procession.
We layed there for I'm not sure how long.in a calm ecstasy, an
endless moment.  What a way to say I love you.

I languidly dipped my long finger into the water in the hot tub
again.  The bath was cool, but still soothingly salty, and
several long minutes later, we slipped back into it, just rested
there with your arm around my shoulders, wordlessly recuperating
from the preternatural transfixion of one another.   I gazed into
your riveting eyes with an emotional tunnel-vision, and
whispered, "Thanks for making me cum, it was incredible.  You're
incredible.Matt." my voice trailed off and our minds were still
reeling from the experience for two hours afterwards.  It was
beyond words.


PART 3: US, and Beyond.

The sun descended lazily from its zenith in the sky as the day
progressed.  We felt so physically familiar with one another at
this point, that it was like five years had been compressed into
six hours - and successfully, to boot.  It felt like we were
living here together, and had been living here for a while.   The
grand finale of our physical experiences was yet to come,
tonight, but I felt it would much less frenetically hel-bent, as
compared to our first two experiences today.  When you finally
slid into me, it would be easy and affectionate, like melting
butter in a pot, rather than frying bacon on the High setting.  I
liked that, I looked forward to tasting another flavour of
lovemaking with you.  It would feel so familiar, yet so new, in
an absolute irony.

It was your turn to figure out what we'd be doing for the next
meal - supper.  You plunked yourself down on the couch and
thought about it, as I slipped three KMFDM cd's into my 3-CD
changer in the big, black entertainment stand.  It made nice
background music.  Your idea for dinner was to take me out to a
restaurant and treat me to my favourite (fish and chips, or,
barring that, chicken fingers and fries) and then we would see
the 7:00 show at Silver City.  I didn't quite catch what movie
you mentioned, but I was sure I'd enjoy it, and it'd be a
surprise.  I then went out and sat at the kitchen table, writing
a quick card to Mrs. Rehel, my 100-year-old babysitter from when
I was 6 years old.  The scene was so domestic, and contenting.

After that, I went upstairs to change into long jeans and a tight
black V-neck top, then redid my makeup and brushed my hair out
long and straight like Cher, and it slid shinily over my
shoulders like liquid ribbons.  I put on my favourite shadowy,
charcoal cat's-eye shadow around my eyes, and then came up to
you, gave you a quick kiss, and said I was ready.

"You look great!" you said, after a head to toe, appreciative
glance.  I smiled ear-to-ear, and gave you a hug as we headed
out.  You put the top down on your black LeBaron convertible,
since it was a perfect evening out.  We cruised up Highland to
the East Side Mario's near Westmount & Highland.  I loved the
d cor in there.the bricks on the walls.  It felt just like I was
in New York City.  We were about half an hour earlier than the
dinner rush, so we had  a nice booth all to ourselves.  I
absolutely devoured my overly-large serving of mouth-watering
fish, but as usual, I couldn't finish it all.  They had enough
for two people there.  Your giant burger looked pretty tasty too.

I was tempted to fondle your crotch with my foot, under the
table, but it would have been too much of a hassle to take off my
black, laced-up Doc Martens.  I'd save that for next time our
perpendicular paths intersected again.

"So, are you looking forward to tonight?" I inquired smirkily.
You kicked me in the leg under the table, and said with a
deadpan, "I don't think anybody's asked me a stupider question in
my life." looking at me intensely, then smiling with shining
eyes.

I smiled mischievously, like a jackal, my best smile, with my
ruby lips glistening, "I'm looking forward to it, too.  I was
never certain why, but it always felt somewhat inevitable to
 me.".I paused, thoughtful, then added, "Well, not really having
sex with you or sharing in the loss of your virginity, which was
slightly beyond my expectations, but I always felt, with a
healthy dose of doubt, that we'd end up doing something trysty in
real life at some point.  Even if we were 35 at the time..just,
at some point in our long and wise and good lives.  Or, maybe it
was a resonance from a past, or a future, or even a parallel
existence.  Perhaps it's simply because sex and love is
idealistically inseparable to me, and since I love you, I can't
help but lust for you in every way.in any case, I'm glad we're
here together, tonight."  I paused again, trying to find the
right words.  It almost felt like I was living a parallel
existence right now, like I was a figure in a very similar story.

"It's just really, really hard to explain." I said with a
slightly exasperated look on my face.  The scope of the English
language really let me down when it came to topics like this. A
mindlink would have come in handy, to really share the subtleties
of what I felt in my mind.  I chuckled at myself, thinking of
how, within a couple of hours, we went from bald-faced carnality
to uppercrust, intellectual dining and talking about parallel
existences.

You nodded in understanding, though.  You held your glass up and
said, "Cheers, to our crazy and abnormal and dysfunctionally
wonderful enduring relationship.  And to meeting someone like you
when I did, when I was so completely alone in the world."  We
clinked, and had a happy, contemplative gaze together.

We finished off our dinner with more rambling discussion, and by
sharing a nice chocolate milkshake.  You glanced at the time on
your silvery watch, and said "Shit, we'd better get going or we'
ll miss the flick."  We took the shake with us and drove
exhilaratingly fast down the expressway to Silver City.  It was a
rush to feel the wind blasting my hair straight back like a
banshee.  It left my hair trashily disheveled when I got out of
the car, looking like an 80's goth chick.  But that was a good
thing ;)  I liked dressing up once in a while.

We watched the film quietly, arms around each other, as we
digested our bloated meals.  Now and then, you'd absently nibble
on the curve where my neck met my shoulders.  I softly ran my
hand along your jeans on your thigh, up and down, in a relaxing
and sensual rhythm.  Finally, as the lights dimmed and the
credits rolled, we curled into each other warmly and frenched all
by ourselves up in the farthest, darkest corner of the theater.
The blackness made the sensuality all the more electric, as the
quiveringly sensitive touch of our lips and our mouths dominated
everything else.  It was incredibly passionate.  I knew what I
wanted to do to you, as my hand crept up your jeans..but
unfortunately, the reality of getting ushered out when the
credits ended got in the way of that.  The geeky usher looked at
us, shaking his head, chuckling.  I rolled my eyes at him, and we
got up and strolled outside.

When we got home, we got ourselves some drinks and then headed
upstairs into my room.  It felt like we had done this many times
before, it felt so easy to just loll on the bed together,
snuggling in the covers.  We sat up and then disrobed one another
ever-so-slowly, nuzzling and stroking every part.  Our bodies
were a good match.  We pressed our chests together and felt the
rhythms of our hearts begin to match each other, which was almost
mildly disturbing, if you think about it.  As we layed there in
anticipation, my crotch wet, your penis aroused and hard, it was
supremely erotic, but at the same time, blissful and right.
Primal.

"It's time for you to finally make love to me, Matt." I murmured
affectionately.

Our eyes locked, and then I rolled back and pulled you on top of
me. Closing my eyes, I spread my legs, drew my knees up near your
shoulders, and let you position yourself at the beckoning gate of
my womanhood.  In a brief memory flash, I thought about when I
first got to know you when you were only 15, and how vulnerable
and innocent you were back then.  And so alone.  It was wonderful
to be sharing my unending affection with you tonight, years
later.  You deserved this absolute love.

You leaned your head down and softly kissed my lips, and held my
shoulders as you slid delectably into me.  It was perfect, and it
felt so full and thick as it slid into me, all the way to the
base of your balls.  I groaned.  Oh man..my clit zinged at the
feelings as your cock slid in and out in a regular rhythm.  I saw
that look of lust and fulfillment flashing on your face.
  "Erin.." You whispered.  You couldn't finish your sentence as
your mind was overcome with pure electrical feeds of sensation. I
rolled my hips up against you as you penetrated me over and over,
in a wonderful rocking rhythm.  Our bellies trembled together.

After a while, I put my hands up on your shoulders and you
stopped, licking my throat in a ravishing heat of desire, having
to keep moving, driven to keep mating.  I got you to slide out of
my overflowing slit, and then I got up on my hands and knees on
my bed, casting a come-hither glance over my shoulder.  My body
and heart brimmed with affection and want.  You snarled at me and
came right up behind me and licked my slit in a lingering, long
lap.  I must say, you have a certain way of doing that so well!
I arched my back in response, and my elbows quaked.  "Fuck me
like we're designed to fuck, Matt.." I hissed.

You got up on your knees behind me and grabbed firmly onto my
smooth hips, planting your dickhead directly against my slit,
almost inside.  I breathed heavily in anticipation and felt hot
all over, as did you.  My fingers dug into the sheet like talons.
Finally, you closed your eyes and focused every nerve on the
sensations you felt as you slid into me until your balls were
resting against my pubic hair, and I was filled to the brim with
your flesh.  Now was your time to shine, to revel in the
experience.  We started off  really slowly, and then you got
faster and faster..but not only that, deeper and harder at the
same time.  A couple of times I heard a low, guttural growl as
you managed to fuck into me even deeper than you had before.  I
was absolutely ravaged by your violent movements, and wanted
everything you could do to me.  It was a wonderfully animalistic
experience, heightened even more by the shimmering aura of
trusting love.  Could it possibly get even higher?  I gasped as
you fucked hard into me again.  I pushed back as you pierced me
over and over, fucking Erin with all your might, feeling the
beads of sweat tickling along your forehead.  Our moaning, fast
breaths filled the room like a symphony of erotica.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of inspiration sweep through my mind.  I
slowed the rhythm just before you were going to orgasm, and
slipped off.  You looked at me imploringly, lustfully, your cock
aimed at me like a curious pistol.

With the strength of adrenaline and sudden inspiration, I spun
around towards you and threw you onto your back on the bed,
rolling with the motion and straddling you so that I pushed your
cock deep inside, impaling myself even deeper as I sat on top of
your spear of iron flesh, letting out a slight yelp as your rod
penetrated to my absolute limit.  Though penetrated a thousand
times before, I had never felt the incredibly full pleasure of a
cock quite like yours.  I think it was the extra thickness of
your foreskin that gave it that extra-full feeling.  Through the
haze of arousal, you could barely compute what was happening any
more, except that every cell trembled with the thought that you
were fucking me, fucking Erin, that I was riding on top of you,
and it was such a  primal, long-awaited rush.  It was beyond what
you hoped it would be.it was like a dizzying sexual free-fall -
but one with an overtone of lucid trust and familiarity.  My
rising and falling body filled your vision like a belly-dancer on
top of your thrusting groin.

You felt the sharp tickle of my fingernails skimming up your
chest, and then felt a tight band of pressure around you neck.
It was my hands - I stared straight into your raptured eyes, and
you saw me locking my elbows with my arms straight out in front
of me, long fingers and hands in a searingly hot embrace around
your throat.  You could hear the rush of your blood pressure in
your ears already, as my grip tightened.  All the while I
clenched my vagina with all my might and fucked into you, as you
fucked your hips up and into me like a relentless factory machine
running off oxytocins, dripping and smacking in lubrication, in
the milk of lust.  I could barely control my own actions, but I
grasped for that shred of control to carry out my next move.  I
lowered my heaving body down close, looking straight into your
lovely brown eyes.

"Let me kill you." I said.

"I'll let you knock on the gate of Heaven, Matt, and then bring
you back." I groaned breathily, leaning close, overcome with an
explosive ring of passion emanating from my rapidly-beating
heart, that traveled to my fingertips.   You looked at me with
half-open eyes, that glistened like a deer in headlights, and
then I felt you skim my lips with your wet tongue in response,
like a dog lapping in slow-motion, and I felt your writhing body
trembling beneath me in anticipation.

Yes.

If I could have felt what you felt at that moment, pinned beneath
my nubile body, looking up half-lucidly as all your sensual nerve
lines were aflame with passion, giving in - no, avidly yearning -
to have my impassioned hands take your life in the most
unforgettably erotic experience of your life, all the while
staring into my eyes.it was beyond fair transcription into words.

I had felt a taste of it, oh yes, in my wildest dreams, where you
were on top of me, with my legs wide open for you, fucking me in
my bed and then throwing my hands back, pinning down my arms with
your elbows, raping me with brute force as you locked your hands
around my neck until..after 30 seconds of pressure and
elation-inducing oxygen deprivation, the searing white flash of
orgasm blossomed over my shuddering, gasping body and you came
inside me with a convulsing snarl as I passed out after the wild
apex.  I remember waking up from that dream in a tasty sweat,
with my heart pounding.my cunt pulsing.

And here I was, doing the same thing to you, only this was very,
very real.

I took a deep breath and shifted more of my weight forward onto
my tight hands that enslaved you.  I didn't even allow you to
take a final deep breath.  You opened your mouth, but nothing but
a croak escaped as you tried to inhale.  I could feel you jaw and
neck trembling rapidly, and the wild, fearful-yet-not stare of
your glassy eyes gazing straight into mine.  I could still see a
shred of trust in them, through all this.  This was the last
breath you would breathe, and the recognition of that sent raging
bolts of madness ricocheting up and down your entire body, and
arms and legs.  Your body was aflame.  It started to hurt, it
hurt horribly like hanging yourself, but there was no escape this
time.  You jerked your arms up to my sides, like a child would
clutch for its parent in a moment of deathly fear.  My intense
gaze bore into you like screws, like the warped biomechanical
meshings of a Giger painting.  You could not tear yourself away
from my gaze, and started to concentrate on it as you felt the
rest of your body become more and more detached, fragmented.
Screaming loud like a banshee were your visual perceptions and
the feel of your cock still sliding with perfect friction, into
and out of my accommodating, yet slickly tight, vagina.

Now, it was like all you could feel any more was your head, and
several feet away, your crotch.   Somewhere in the blackness was
a beating heart, pulsing louder and louder, occasionally doubling
a beat, as it started to short-circuit.  Everything around the
edge of your vision was grainy and black now, like curtains
slowly being closed on the play of your life.  I fucked you as
the world closed around us, until all that was left was you and
I.     Us.

Your body was roaring and kicking and bucking to avoid its
inevitable death, and so much noise filled your mind.  Everything
screamed in rebellion.  But above it all was the relentless
turning of the screws of my gaze, drawing you in closer to the
wells of my eyes, and the pumping of your hips up and down,
running off what must have been adrenaline.  You snarled for
breath, over and over, writhing, but nothing happened, no air,
and the beating got louder and louder and more
erratic..frantic..and the black walls shuffled in closer, and my
eyes drilled, and my lips whispered soothing nothings that
deafened your screaming body as though I spoke the voice of god.

No breathing.  Oh god, I'm going to die for you, Erin.  No
breathing.  Almost   no    life  .  .    .

"I want this", you heard a tiny voice somewhere say.    It was
you.

You screamed a bloodcurdling scream of silence between my hands
as the universe took a sudden, violent twist, the room swirled
and you were constantly tumbling upside down, dark became light,
light became dark, your eyes screwed into mine, and you jerked up
beneath me as if possessed.  You muscles and tendons were as hard
as glass, you spread your legs as if you were being
violated..your body was dying.  Streamers of light emanated from
the tiny circle of your vision that was left, light that seemed
to come from the blacks of my eyes, that were once the whites of
my eyes.  It was all you could still see.   My eyes, and behind
them, my soul.  After a final thunderous beat, everything was
silent and your mind ripped asunder in a massive, inconceivable
detonation of every emotion of every moment of your life.  It
slayed you to pieces, it was beyond any human experience..it was
every orgasm of your life, every drop of cum on your lips for me,
and your rod in my cunt exploded like a shotgun, into a million
seething pieces of pleasure, spreading yourself all inside
me.utter, blinding ecstasy beyond.everything.  And all the while
you were SCREAMING, inside out, and flying in all directions at
51 million miles per hour.  Your eyes screwed into mine until our
souls must have entwined.  It was a blinding flash, like the
beginning of the universe, and then it rocketed away from you,
and you were left in blackness, tumbling and watching a distant
point of light, studying it, bodyless..drifting..

I watched you, I watched your eyes as they glazed over and your
body shook in the violent throes of death beneath me, then
twitched.   I felt your penis gigantic and throbbing inside me
like nothing I had ever felt before, jerking inside me like a
pendulum, then stopped, and the juice started oozing out of my
lips as I sat astride you completely still.  I arched my hips,
wanting to suck your sperm up inside me, your future life.
Somewhere in your eyes was a lucid glint, a tiny piece of you
still holding onto my gaze, I could see it, like the glint off
the back of your pupil.I could see it.  It was that shred of
trust and love.

It was flickering.  Your legs felt cold and unusually limp
beneath me now.  The flickering was so far away.

"I love you, Matt." I said, realizing I had tears running down my
eyes.  Tears of every emotion in the world.

The flickering shred was gone, I think.  I let go of your neck in
one fast move.  Your body didn't respond.  The real you was
coasting in the blackness, drifting along, existing..but not
feeling or living.  You had looked away from the point of light
for a moment, and, forgetting you were tumbling and expanding in
all directions as your soul broke free, could not find it again.
It was all black.

You were gone.

I rolled off beside you, feeling the warmth still radiating away
from your body, and then smashed my hand down on your chest.  I
got on my hands and knees and breathed my life-force into you,
injected your mortal, empty body with the oxygen of
existence..and screwed my gaze into your eyes again.  I did that
for over a minute, confident that you would find me again.  Your
body was utterly peaceful, and though your body wasn't
responding, it also wasn't getting colder.  You were there, I
knew it, you had to be coming back.  I could feel you everywhere
around me all of a sudden, and the tiny hairs on my skin
prickled.  Suddenly, I could see you again, coming up through
your eyes, rushing towards me like a jet of water.  I saw your
soul.

As you spun in every direction in the void for what could have
been a second or an eternity, the universe got lighter all around
you, and suddenly a blinding light crossed your vision. You
locked onto it and saw my eyes again - elation and anguished
joy - and my pupils were black and my whites were white again.
So far away, so very far away, like a lighter at the other end of
a pitch-black stadium.   But you sped towards my soul at the
speed of light.  You burst through the shattering wall of reality
and into my arms again, like a violent rebirth into lucidity and
lust for life.

I saw a red blush of life cover your face as I drew you up to me
and kissed your lips.  You gasped - a horrifying sound, but a
relieving sound. I could feel your pulse in your scarred wrist
again, and I held you dearly in my arms.  I buried my face into
your hair, saying "I love you" over and over again, sobbing now,
pausing only to give you more breaths until you started breathing
strongly on your own.

Your body was in bad shape, and all you could move were your
eyes..you looked up at me and they shone like the milky way.
After a long minute of recuperation, your lips parted, "I saw
heaven.." you rasped.


"It was you."


My soul shifted when you said that.  I gave you several glasses
of water for the next hour, and a banana to help your body
recover from its preternatural ordeal.  It had been the most
amazing experience of your life, never to be surpassed.  The
universe felt different, you felt like your soul had transformed
into something new, but still you.  Everything seemed new and
wonderful, even the tiniest thing.  You were given a second
chance to live, with a refurbished, innocent and undamaged soul,
I think.  What we had shared was something far beyond sexuality,
though it had begun as sexuality.we had lived, and died, and
lived again, locked together with a bond that made us feel more
powerful than the universe, or perhaps the center of the
universe. Time and reality had been altered, or so it felt.
Everything around us had a strange dull shimmer to it, like we
were in phase with each other, but slightly out of phase with
everything else, which subsided as the minutes passed.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, naked and happy, our minds
drifting lazily all night.  We didn't dream, we just recuperated.
The birds and the laughter of children outside awoke us at 11am
the next Morning.  It was beautiful.  We showered together and
necked as the water poured down us and swirled down the drain.
When it was time for you to go, we felt no loss and no sadness,
for we could never truly be apart again.  Our souls had glanced
together, and we were forever a part of one another, two versions
of the same brilliant point.

It was so peaceful.

You went out to your car after five long minutes of murmurings
and hugs and reflections.  We had kissed so hard that the spot
where I had bitten my lip started bleeding again, spicing up my
saliva.  I stood at my door, hair rustling in the wind, watching
calmly.  I waved goodbye, smiling gently, and you did too, a
strikingly beautiful and endearing affection in your eyes, as you
backed your car out of the driveway.  We both felt incredibly
content all the way from our flesh through to our brilliant
innocent souls, all the way through time, to the past souls of
our souls, our life-force, even.    Forever and ever.

I closed the door.

E.M. 2000.
www.erinworld.org / mystery@sentex.net
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