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 Love Thy Neighbor Chapter Ten of Fourteen A highschool senior and his true
love, a 40something woman who happens to be the mother of his best friend,
share a romantically heated afternoon together.  When he takes the razor to
his hairy lover and gives her an erotic shave, uncovering and sensitizing
her sensuous body as never before, things explode into an exciting round of
love.  But even their incendiary passion can't compare to the shocking
revelations that occur in the aftermath.

   Written in my trademark purplish prose style, this tory is approx 18,000
words and story coded - Voy Fsolo Toys MF May/Sept Rom Shave Squirt

   I was driving home from school one day several weeks later and was
thinking how much I was in love with Elaine.

   She was the woman I wanted to share the rest of my life with and
everything within it.  I had always thought that being in this kind of
committed relationship would be akin to near-slavery but was thrilled to
discover how liberating true love really was.  Already she and I were
confiding in one another our innermost thoughts, every intimate detail of
our lives, goals, dreams, aspirations.  It was amazing how I'd never really
listened to anyone outside of my parents before, but now I found myself
looking at nearly everything in a new light.  And she equally valued my
opinion, had sought it out on several occasions, even those instances that
involved her professional work.

   Our blossoming love had really taken hold over those past several weeks.
Ethan, being a physically bigger guy than I, had joined the wrestling team
as he had the past several years, a sport I never cared for, probably
because I never excelled at it the way he did.  Whatever the reasons, while
he was at practice or attending the team's daily workout regimens, Elaine
had tailored her work schedule (being on the executive board has certain
privileges, she'd haughtily explained) so we had the freedom nearly every
afternoon to sit for hours in her kitchen, me pacing about and snacking,
her sitting, drinking flavored coffee or sipping chardonnay, just the two
of us, debating this and questioning each other about that.  Just because
we truly listened to one another hardly meant we agreed on everything; far
from it.  We were both hard-headed on certain subjects, not easily
converted, but we understood and respected one another's way of thinking.

   These deep conversations, of course, were respites between long bouts of
torrid lovemaking.  The sex Elaine and I engaged in was incredible, the
`melt my panties' kind she had once joked during a post coital snuggle.  Of
course I'd never slept with any other woman before, but the impassioned
romps we shared were both exhilarating and deeply satisfying.  What was
truly amazing about it was the way our sexing, which I had thoroughly
enjoyed as an end in itself, seemed like either a prelude to or an
extension of the discussions we had, an evolutionary step toward a deeper
bond.

   Not that Elaine and I were sleeping together on any kind of regular
basis.  This was mainly for practical reasons i.e.  we were both sneaking
around behind both her son's and my parents' back as well.  But there was
also what she had once said, something about `anticipation being the best
aphrodisiac of all.' Damn if she wasn't right, each intimate encounter
freshly thrilling whenever some time elapsed from one to the next.  It gave
me a chance to savor every nuanced memory, to relive every sensual thrill,
to mull over the limitless possibilities for the next bout.  And lately I'd
been giving a lot of thought to a certain something...

   My heartbeat began to accelerate as soon as I turned onto the Lunsford's
street.  Because of some kind of problem with the electrical wiring,
rendering the fire alarm system inoperable, we were released from school
nearly two hours early.  I knew this meant that she was probably still at
work, but one could only hope.  And that was why I let out a little whoop
when I saw her sexy little Dajais Foxx in the driveway.  This was our code:
if the sporty coupe was in view, everything was a go.  If not, I had to
drive home, sullen, depressed.  But not to worry today!

   I knew there was something amiss when I opened the front door and she
didn't meet me with her customary kiss.  It wasn't like she had never not
been there before so I started to check her usual haunts.  Nope, not in the
kitchen, though the stray Harvest Fresh bag I scooped up from below the
table stated she'd been to the grocery store earlier that day.  Nix on the
living room and downstairs bathroom.  She'd been in the library, one of her
favorite `9 Things to Make Your Employees More Productive' kind of
corporate inspiration books resting on its pages on her favorite reading
chair.  A quick sweep of the other rooms proved fruitless and so did a
check of her bedroom.  That left only one likely place: her bathroom.

   I first noticed the intermittent low humming sound as I reached for the
doorknob.  Confusion was my first reaction.  I could not imagine what would
be humming in her bathroom other than possibly a dehumidifying fan
accidentally left on and even that didn't explain the sporadic quality.  A
low, throaty moan penetrated my fogged brain.  What the hell?

   Slowly pushing open the door, I struggled to see through the billows of
steam clouding the air.  The master bathroom in the Lunsford's was
separated into two distinct areas.  The first was the toilet area where the
commode was located as well as the marble-topped sink and dressing area
where Elaine kept all of her cosmetics and perfume bottles.  It was in this
area that I had voyeured upon my lady-love that first night and also where
the two of us had frantically coupled several months later, with Ethan
sleeping about a hundred feet away.  But this area was empty so I
cautiously made my way to the bath chamber.

   When Mrs.  Lunsford had achieved her promotion to the lofty ranks of
corporate officer, she had rewarded herself by splurging on a truly lavish
bathroom.  The entire room was drenched in vivid oriental shades from being
tiled in ceramic colored a rich jade hue and speckled with black and white.
Square tiles adorned both the floors and walls, while mosaic motif tiles
added further interest to the walls.  The room was actually quite spartan,
the only additional adornments being several pieces of pottery in a similar
emerald decoration out of which grew flowering cactus as well as twin
mirrors, framed in the same distinctively-colored ceramic, flanking the
tub. But the piece de resistance of this elegant bathroom was the chic
bathtub, rising up from an amazing dais carved from a continuous aquamarine
slab, the jade-colored bath created from ceramic slabs coated with glossy,
wet finish that resembled the water's surface.

   But it was not the extravagance of the bath that made me stand in shock
but that Elaine was laying in the tub, her head resting on an overstuffed
bath pillow.  She wore headphones connected to a nearby WalkMan and had a
goblet of what appeared to be burgundy wine in one hand and a paperback
novel in the other.  Most shockingly, strewn alongside the pastel soaps,
bath oils, loofahs, sponges and scented candles, flames guttering in the
dense humidity, there were several sex toys.  One of the vibrators was
exceptionally long, a good ten inches or so in length, vaguely phallic
shaped, more pronouncedly at the head, made of a translucent plastic, the
inside striped black and white like a zebra's version of a barber's pole.
The second resembled a blue snake, molded from some kind of jellied
material, its serpentine dimensions exceptionally slender and very tapered
at the tip so I presumed it was a flexible probe for g-spot or anal
stimulation.  The last device was an average length vibrator that far more
closely resembled an erect penis if one could overlook its garish purple
coloring.  Whenever she set her wineglass down, she would absentmindedly
play with one of three graduated ovals on the base that must have been the
controllers because it would rotate, vibrate, pulsate, or all three at once
based on her whim.

   Elaine was seated with her back towards me and it took me a few moments
to notice that the mirrors were advantageously positioned so I could see
quite a bit of her from my somewhat secluded position.  Shee may have
poured herself a bubble bath as she was wont to do but the bubbles were
long gone, and for an endless time I marveled at the allure of her feminine
appeal revealed under the crystal-clear waters, all that curvaceous
softness, silken curves made for my loving touch.  She had such perfect
breasts, so succulently ripe, so delectably full, with those dusty rose
nipples just begging for my mouth.  Even her vibrant hair, which looked
like it might have been in a ponytail at one point but was now messily
fallen forward in tousled curls around her decidedly flushed face, beckoned
me with her inherent sensuality.

   After taking a slow sip of wine but never taking her eyes off her book,
Elaine set down the glass then caressed her voluptuous body in slow, smooth
movements, imitating the caresses I longed to give her.  The intimate
gesture made my already-surging penis buck against the straining fabric of
my tight-fitting uniform trousers.  When I had first seen the mirrors
tilted, and knowing my wild woman's exhibitionistic streak, I had immediate
suspicions that perhaps this was another of her games, but quickly
dismissed them.  There was nothing affected about her, simply a woman at
her leisure in her private bath.  I knew I should have some moral battle
inside, that I was violating a privacy of hers that was near sacrosanct,
but my primal reaction to her was too strong, too deep.  This woman, oh,
yeah, she was mine.  I had claimed her several many times before but now I
needed to claim her again.

   Distracted from my musings by a breathy sigh, I watched her settling
deeper into the steamy tub, could almost see the tension releasing from her
shoulders.  The sultry heat from the water had turned her milky-white skin
a deep pink, and the tips of her taut nipples were darkening towards a
cherry red.  She lazily pinched one, rolling it between her fingers, but
never put down her paperback.  She seemed entranced, mesmerized by what she
was reading, and I began to be extremely curious about what it was.  I
strained my eyes staring into the mirror before I could read the perplexing
title, `Her Boyfriend's Cowboy.'

   Driven to distraction by my need to find out what fascinated her so, I
was delighted to see two more paperbacks laying near her haphazardly
dropped clothing.  Risking being detected, I stealthily reached out and
snagged her slip, upon which the two books were resting.  The first was
titled `Ménage a Teresa' and featured on the risqué cover was an attractive
older woman sandwiched between two shirtless, steroid-ripped younger hunks.
Flipping through the pages, I quickly gathered the story was about a
divorced woman involved with three brothers.  One found the love of his
life, but he shared her with the other two, bringing them all closer.  But
what truly amazed me was how graphic the sex scenes were and how frequently
they occurred.  Interestingly, the writer used many different sex toys with
the characters, providing explicit details of their functions and desired
effects.

   Thumbing through the decidedly adult novel, scanning the pages, it was
what happened in the last quarter of the book that shocked the hell out of
me.  They involved first two brothers getting involved with the sexy single
woman in a scorching ménage à trois in near pornographic detail,
descriptive adjectives vividly painting the lurid scene.  I was weirded out
and while I didn't have any brothers myself I couldn't help thinking how
strange it would be to be nude in front of a family member, much less sport
an erection in the presence of a blood relative and even stranger to share
a woman with him during sex.  Because I found the concept so inherently
squicky, I was particularly surprised to be so turned on by the final scene
where all three brothers were eager participants with the lusty lady and
things naturally turned to anal sex.  I'd never known such seemingly
unnatural activities would interest me.  How could something as innocuous
as reading fictitious sexual encounters bring my unknown desires out?

   Glancing upwards, I saw Elaine, with her mostly empty wine glass on the
edge of the tub, was absentmindedly teasing the skin over her stomach with
one hand, her left hand holding the erotic novel she seemed completely
absorbed in.  I couldn't say I blamed her.  The other book I had snagged,
`The Cowboys and the English Teacher', was even sexier than the first. 
This one involved a seemingly demure highschool teacher and two lusty
graduating seniors, both of whom happened to be bisexual.  That lusty
scenario set my mind getting away from me.  I couldn't help picturing
acting out some of the scenes with Ethan and a willing lady.  Imagining my
best friend pumping her hot ass while I took her juicy pussy with long
thrusts of my steely cock drove me crazy.  I knew on some deep level that
it would be incredible!

   A soft splash distracted me and I looked up to see Elaine still had the
book clutched tightly but her free hand was now cupping her bountiful
breasts and squeezing her fattened nipples.  She seemed to be content with
a leisurely bout of afternoon self-delight and I have to admit I was more
than willing to watch the woman I loved make love to herself, no matter how
lazily.  She began by languidly stroking her palms over the distended nubs
of her nipples, but then she loped one leg over the side of the tub,
leaving me to gape at her naked sex.  Her swollen labia were already
saturated with her sticky honey, the sweet cream dripping off, leaving the
musky scent of her libidinous arousal to spice the air.  I would say I was
amazed that reading the story with its graphic scenes of torrid sex could
make her so hot but that salacious scenario, combined with seeing my lady
love indulging in herself, had me stroking my aching cock through the rough
cotton of my pants.

   "Yeah, that's it, baby," I murmured, moving my fingers in dancing glides
up and down the length of my erection surging within the uncomfortably
tight confines of my trousers as I watched her deliberately teasing her
taut nipples with her knowing fingers, feveredly wondering if she could
feel my wide eyes tracing each hollow of her tempting flesh.  Perhaps she
could because her head tilted to the side and her lips parted slightly, her
body shuddering ever so slightly.  My own hands itched to once more feel
the weight of those swollen globes, to tease her ripe nipples between my
fingers.  I watched in amazement as, when she stroked the sensitive peaks
with a deep moan, more cream poured from her needy vagina.  Damn, this was
a woman who really needed to be fucked.  She wouldn't want another romantic
bout of making tender love all night long.  No, she clearly wanted wild,
sweaty monkey sex.

   Finally setting her book aside, Elaine luxuriously stretched her arms up
over her head, arching her back to loosen the muscles, before slipping one
hand down, spreading her shapely legs wide as though welcoming me between
her buttery-smooth thighs.  She was so graceful, so hedonistic and so
sensual with her motions that I found myself mimicking her, my breath
catching as I tremblingly worked my wanting cock.  It was through
lust-hazed eyes that I witnessed her run a slim finger over her
desire-swollen vulval lips, gingerly at first, spreading her slick nectar.
Oh, how I hungered for her hot treasure, craved to savor the rich moistness
between her lovely legs, longed to slide my thirsty tongue over her silky
folds, famishedly lapping up all the delicious juices pouring from her
pussy.  When her finger was saturated with her lubricating wetness, she
gently thrust it into her hungry sex, the heavy scent of her perfumed
arousal filling my nose once more.  A primal moan escaped her parted lips
as her curling finger brushed over the sweet bundle of nerves that was her
g-spot.  Soon she had two fingers thrusting in and out of her greedily
clenching cunny.

   Reaching over, Elaine grasped the long, zebra-striped jellied phallus.
Turning the dial on the base of the vibrator to its lowest speed setting,
she stroked the sextoy slowly over her nipples with one hand.  The
stimulated nerve endings must have sent electrifying sensations straight to
her clitoris because the fingers of her free hand immediately slipped
between her vulval folds and began rubbing her clitoral bud in a slow,
circular motion.  Damn but that turned me on, though what I really wanted
was my ravening mouth sucking the distended peaks o her breasts.

   When she began trailing the softly humming vibrator slowly over her
wriggling abdomen, I marveled over how drenchedly wet she'd become, her
viscous juices saturating her fleshy slit so much that they flowed down
over her exposed anus.  For several moments she slid the buzzing toy along
her gooey groove, liberally slathering it in her mucilaginous fluids, deep
moans of wanton anticipation emanating from her throat.

   Umm, this was going to be good!

   After circling tauntingly close to her brazenly swollen nubbin several
times, the first stroke of the droning sex device over her swollen clit
caused her to cry out.  Elaine was so close already that I knew it would
not take much onanistic stimulation to reach her ultimate satisfaction. 
She closed her eyes then, to my delight, she began mimicking my unique
cunnilingual technique, her bombilating toy substituting for my whirring
tongue, in for a swirling stroke, out sharply, tapping the succulent flesh,
in, out, circle around in a swiping sweep, over and over again.  And then,
as if to madden me, with her free hand she pushed up one of her generous
breasts to her mouth and flicked her kittenish tongue against her own
engorged nipple.  I'd never watched a woman licking her puckered-pink
areolas and sucking her own chubby nipples, and the unprecedented eroticism
of the sight was damn arousing.

   I suspected that normally Elaine would tantalizingly slowly build her
orgasm towards a crescendo but this particular afternoon she had left
sensuality far behind was already soaring into the clutches of a wild
frenzy.  Dropping her breast from her watering mouth, she cranked up the
speed on her big dildo to a pulsating thrum and in one swift motion she
buried its daunting dimensions to the hilt within her sopping pussy. 
Without a moment's pause, taking on a fast, hard rhythm, she began fucking
herself with the zebra-striped device.  I watched in reverential awe,
seeing her crescent-curved hips bucking violently out of the water to meet
each deep thrust of the ceaselessly-stimulating sex machine.  The other
hand vigorously rolled a taut nipple between her thumb and forefinger,
massaging herself with a strong, forceful motion.  Unrestrained moans of
profligate pleasure rose from the back of her throat and a light sheen of
glistening perspiration coated her fevered body.  Her tousled hair framed
her face in wild disarray as she rode the vibrator for all it was worth,
betraying the tumultuous climacteric rapidly building.

   "Oh, yes!" she cried out when she reached lower to rub her clit, the
subsequent sensations making her vibrant body tremble and vibrate.  "Oh,
fuck!"

   My obscenely swollen cock throbbed painfully while I watched a violent
orgasm overtake Elaine.  Her entire body shuddered spasmodically as she
came, soft curves rippling with the waves of rampageous pleasure washing
over her.  Her back arched like a bow, and her head was thrown back, biting
her lip as though to keep from crying out from the tempestuous bliss
running riot through her bloodstream.  The lusciously swollen pink pussy
lips skewered by the jellied shaft let loose a squirting torrent of
girlcum, those honeyed droplets letting loose another mouth-watering waft
of her exotically sexy scent.  Inhaling her into my lungs, I almost came in
my pants, which hadn't been a viable threat since I was 14.  Images of her
malthusianistic sexual abandon would forever be seared into my mind.  God
Damn, she looked so beautiful.

   I had assumed that one boisterous climax would satisfy Elaine, but as I
watched her continue to stroke herself, the hefty shaft of her toy still
submerged within the juicy sheath of her pussy, I began to suspect my
ever-horny ladylove was insatiable.  My suspicions were confirmed when she
reached over to seize her blue snake toy.  Grasping the tube of VasoLube,
she squirted some of the lubricating gel over the head, smearing the
slippery substance up and down the entire length of the vibrator.  She
still had her one leg draped over the side of the tub, but now she turned
onto her side.  Arching her back she reached around, guiding the slender
anal probe into her tight back channel with a single steady stroke.  Her
internal muscles tightened over the dual invaders as agonizing bursts of
exquisite pleasure-pain spread through her ass.

   "Oooooh, yessssssss."

   Apparently afraid to move, she took deep relaxing breaths, and I knew
from intimate personal experience with anal sex she was focusing her mind
on relaxing the tight rectal membranes.  Eventually her rebellious
sphincterial muscles eased, and I knew she would begin to truly enjoy the
taboo feel of the slim device against her extremely sensitive nerve
endings. With her thumb she triggered the controls for the snake, and I was
momentarily jealous, wondering what it must feel like to have those
vibrations reverberating through my own tight nether passage.

   Slowly, almost timidly at first, she began a synchronized thrusting with
both devices.  A few deep thrusts had her hips surging with each
penetration caressing her sensitive vaginal and rectal walls.  Adjusting
the controls to intensify the rhythmically circular rotation made her
moaned mewlingly and I envisioned the vibrating head repeatedly swirling
over and against her cervix.  Those twin reverberations made her juices
start flowing again, soaking her tremulous thighs, adding the symphonic
sound of wet slurping noises to punctuate the intoxicating scent of
uninhibited malthusianistic sex filling the air.

   "Ooooohhh, Sebastian, fuck me!"

   Hearing her lustily voice my name with such desirous passion thrilled me
and I pictured myself thrusting deeply into her moist pussy flesh.  Then,
unbidden, came the image of another nameless, faceless man simultaneously
preparing her for anal intercourse that had my erection throbbing
painfully. The man used his fingers to lubricate, stretch, and prepare the
small hole for his beefy rod while I roughly fucked her sopping cunny. 
When it shifted that he was slowly fucking her in the ass, the image of a
ménage left me shaking with need.  The idea of having another man thrusting
into my beloved sounded so decadent, so wild.  Would I ever be able to
share my precious Elaine with another man?  The profoundly erotic visual
images brought a fresh rush of salacious desire powering through my cock.

   While continuing to spiritedly drive the twin shafts into her anus and
pussy, her onanistic motions growing increasingly more frantic, her
deepstrokes strokes more intense, she angled the zebra-striped toy so it
near parallel to her slick slit, rubbing between her beestung-swollen labia
and buzzing on top of her clit.  I could only imagine it sent incendiary
fire spreading into her already overheated cunny and loosed the familiar
tightening coiled inside her.  Her mewling moans were coming faster and
faster, and I don't think I'd ever wanted anything more than to watch her
come.  And when she did, her wild panting crescendoing into deep throaty
groans, flying over the edge into a pulsing, wet, intense orgasm, she was
gorgeous.  Time suspended for a moment, leaving me to adore her delicate
eyebrows drawn together and her pink-frosted lips formed into an `O'.  Time
resumed and she tossed her head wildly with the deep contractions endlessly
convulsing through her.  Paroxysms of fulminant bliss thundered through
her, making her entire body quake, their frenzied force causing the slender
probe to be pushed out of her ass, all the while crying out "Sebastian,
yes. Yes!"

   It took several minutes, her gasping for each breath slowing down to her
typically serene breathing, before she slowly removed the big vibrator,
utterly soused in her honeyed girlcum.  Curled up in the immersing waters,
her exhausted body began to cool down and relax, the wracking tension
melting away.  A dreamy expression covered her face peacefully stroked her
fingers over her swollen pussy in a soothing motion, bringing her down from
the intense heights of her stormy orgasm.  But when she raised her fingers
to her nose as though to smell her feminine juices, her tongue daringly
flicking out to taste her nectar, I found my voice, issuing a low, intense
growl from the darkened doorway, startling Elaine.

   "Sweet Jesus, Elaine."

   Her eyes shot open at my low, groaned words and she flung off her
headphones as she whirled around to stare at me.  "Oh God.  Sebastian. 
What are you doing here?" Bathwater splashed over the side of the tub as
she righted herself.

   I unbuttoned my shirt, watching the turmoil on her face, flipping back
and forth between being mortified, enraged and totally turned on.  "You
shouldn't be doing that, Elaine.  That's my job." I unzipped my trousers,
slid them and my boxers down past my hips, setting my rampant erection
free. It stood out proudly, thick and long, from my body and I watched the
battle she'd been engaged in with conflicting emotions was settled, her
sucking in her breath a clear sign her eternal horniness had won.

   "I'm not going to be embarrassed about masturbating," she said, clearly
thinking I meant to control her sexuality.  "You'll just have to deal with
it."

   "I think I can deal with it," I replied as i stepped into the tub,
stopping mere inches from her lips.  "That was the sexiest thing I've ever
seen, Elaine.  God, I nearly came in my pants just from watching you play
with yourself."

   She was clearly struggling to gather her wits, my fiercely independent
career woman hating how I'd caught her off guard.  "Why are you here?"

   I grinned.  "Do you really want me to go?" I lowered my mouth to kiss
the top of her beautiful breasts.  "I'll go, baby," I said, my voice
muffled from me mouthing her naked skin.  "Just tell me that's what you
want."

   "No.  Don't go, Sebastian.  Don't go anywhere.  Stay right here and make
love to me."

   I kissed her deeply, the sultry warmth of the steamy water surrounding
us, cocooning us.  She arched her back, making sexy little sounds as I
glided my tongue glided into her receptive mouth.  When I slid my arm under
her, holding her close to my chest, the pebbled points of her nipples
jabbed at me and her curvy legs wrapped around mine.  Drawing off her lips,
I brushed trailing kisses along her jaw, playfully nipped at her earlobe
before suggestively sucking the sensitive tendon on her neck.  She was
growing restless, lifting herself and pressing against me, positioning me
until she was sitting on top of me.  I dug my fingers into the supple flesh
of her hips while she straddled my thighs.  Her stunning breasts were at
eye level, and she gasped when I brought one appetizing nipple into my
hungering mouth, lapping at the water that dripped from it.  Inching
herself forward, she brazenly rubbed against the throbbingly swollen length
of my cock.

   "Damn, baby," I breathed against her plumpened nipple.  "The things I
want to do to you, the pleasure I want to give." I placed gentle kisses on
the tender underside of her breasts.  "It's almost more than I can stand."

   "Anything, Sebastian." Her legs gripped my hips in a vise hold as I
sipped at her flavor nipples.  "Anything."

   I stopped, lifting my hands to cup her face.  Water dripped from her
hair down the length of my arms.  "Do you mean that, sweetheart?  Do you
know what you're saying?  I'm not an easy lover, Elaine.  I can rein it in,
but..."

   She stilled on my lap, placed her warm hands on my neck.  "I trust you,
Sebastian.  I know you would never hurt me."

   "Never."

   "I don't have a lot of experience in, shall we say, the more extreme
forms of lovemaking ..." she paused, then gazed up at me, looking more
vulnerable than I had ever seen her.  "But I want you ~~ need you ~~ to be
who you are.  In every facet of your life.  And I want, more than anything,
to be the woman you can be yourself with." Sweet Jesus.  The profound
realization that the woman I loved had just offered up part of her soul to
me only tightened her ever-present grip on my heart.

   Leaning forward, Elaine whispered in my ear, "Take me with you, wherever
you want to go." She reached between her legs and possessively clutched my
engorged manhood.  The softness of her fondling hands combined with the
heat of the water made my balls tighten, my spine tingle.  "Show me what to
do, tell me what you like.  I'm not afraid anymore."

   I raked my fingers through her auburn hair and kissed her.  It wasn't
one of my gentle, nudging kisses.  No, this soulful kiss was full of all of
my heartfelt love, all my unbridled lust and wanting.  I aggressively bit
her lower lip, immediately lapped to assuage the sting, only to do it
again. The harder I nipped, the tighter she squeezed my cock as she
titillatingly stroked me.  Perched on the edge, I had to do something
before I lost all control.

   "Stop," I ordered, seizing her wrist and breathing hard.  "We need to
get out of this damn tub.  Up." I slapped her jiggly ass to goad her into
motion.  Her eyes fluttered close and crimson stained over cheeks.  I
practically creamed at the notion of her enjoying that, the thought of my
classy lady wanting to be taken over my knee and having her pretty bottom
spanked as a wayward little girl was unbearably arousing.

   She reached for a towel as she stood in the tub.

   "Fuck that," I said, sweeping her off of her feet.  "What's the point in
drying off if we're only going to work up a sweat?"

   She giggled as I carried her into the bedroom, her laughter light and
mellifluous, playfully kicking her bare feet before I stood her on the
floor next to the queen-sized bed.  I pulled the sheets, blanket and
comforter back, throwing the jumbled mix carelessly on the floor, leaving
the bed bare with only the pillows on top.

   "It only gets better from here, sweetheart," I promised her as I took
her in my arms, embracing her.  "You've got me all twisted up on the
inside." I dipped into her neck, kissing and licking the flesh there, while
I roamed my hands roamed haphazardly over her damp skin.  "I'm so close to
the edge already, Elaine.  I'm dying to be inside you, to pump in and out
until you clench that tight pussy on me, sending us both over the edge."

   "Yes," she breathed as she wrapped her legs around my lean hips.

   We crawled back onto the bed and it felt so natural, so perfect to
settle between her welcoming thighs.  Snatching her wrists, I tugged her
arms above her head, grasping her petite wrists within one of mine as I
yanked the pillow out from under her head with the other.  Seizing her
plush ass in my palm, I tilted her skewed hips so her luscious pussy was
aligned with my spearing rod.  Despite my agonizing arousal, I did not want
to hurt her so I entered her with one slow, deliberate thrust, gliding my
thick cock into her slippery wetness one inch at a time until my full
length filled her needy pussy.  Elaine tremulously sighed and every muscle
of her body trembled under the exquisite combination of tempered pain and
caustic pleasure tearing through her as my brawny width stretched her.

   "Oh.  My.  God." Her words were awestruck as she instinctively wrapped
her legs and arms around me, pushing her hips yearningly up against me.

   I withdrew at an agonizingly measured pace, trying to whet her sexual
appetite, only to drive forward quickly once again, making each stroke deep
and hard, just the way she liked it.

   "Heaven.  Pure fucking heaven." Needing to taste her, I lowered my lips
until they found hers, my kiss forceful and heated, as I parted them to
snake my slithery tongue inside.  Being held so close, I could feel her
fast-beating heart as it pounded against mine.

   Elaine turned her head, and when I followed her gaze, I found she was
watching my humping thrusts in the mirror next to the bed.  Witnessing the
two of us make love was incredibly sexy, a study in physical contrasts. 
Her body was so voluptuous, so sensual whereas mine was toned and taut. 
Her hips and torso were curvy and sleek while my ass and thighs were firm
and strong.  I couldn't help but wonder if my little showoff was indulging
in her exhibitionistic predilections or whether she was indulging in the
unique joys of voyeurism.

   "Oh, Sebastian, I can't believe how happy I am," she beamed, her tongue
coquettishly swiping at my earlobe, making me moan.  "Or how I seem unable
to get enough of you." She raked her fingernails down my broad back, the
deliciously painful sensation making me growl.  "Being in love with a
younger man definitely comes with certain sexual benefits!"

   Amidst all the decadently blissful sensations swirling around me, not
the least of which was the indescribable sweetness of filling her so
deeply, her sumptuously gooey sex fitting so perfectly around my sluicing
manhood, making me feel so desired, a sudden awareness overcame me.  I
could hardly believe how much my life had changed in the past few months ~~
our lives had changed.  But no matter what obstacles we faced, no matter
what an uncertain future held for us, I knew, right then, this was the
place I was always meant to be, with the woman I was meant to be with.  No
second-guessing, no doubt.

   When I began fucking her faster, tightening my grip on her swiveling
ass, lifting her higher to meet my plowing thrusts, her fingers clutched my
upper arms.  Angling upwards, I looked to find that sweet spot, and when
her mewling cry of "Oh, yes, Sebastian.  That's it!  Faster!" betrayed I
had found it, I rasped over it again and again with the bumping head of my
heavy cock, with every stroke.  When I rotated my hips, bringing
tantalizing pressure upon her aching clit into the mix, she opened her eyes
and stared into mine.  She liked eye contact and so did I.  Something
precious, a bond of intimacy I treasured above all other things, passed
between us when we orgasmed while looking at each other.  Something so
intense she often wept with joy afterward.

   I could hear my guttural groans becoming louder, was painfully aware my
laboring breaths were coming faster as I instinctually increased the
driving intensity and rapid-fire speed of my pounding deepstrokes.  She
matched me, thrust for pistoning thrust, the exuberant pleasure it brought
me sending me reeling, my limbs intermittently convulsing in abrupt jerking
motions, until I was soaked in sweat and my spearing cock was red from
pounding.  It would have been so easy to selfishly succumb, close my eyes
and let loose, but I doggedly held on, determined to give Elaine her richly
deserved release.  Only when she clamped her thighs tight around my
propulsive body, her distinctive hallmark that she was about to release,
that I allowed every nerve ending to freely blaze, burning sapphire in the
molten core of my loins and flaring out to scarlet throughout my entire
body.

   "Oh fuck!  Yeah, Sebastian!" Elaine screamed as she came hard, her
pupils dilating and her undulating body tensing then arching as great
gushes of girlcum streamed out of her, hot and sweet.  "Ah...Aaaahhh!"

   Her words speared through me, drove me higher, my body bucking then
tautening agonizingly before I exploded.  Slashing slices of barbed
pleasure ripped through my very essence, her joyously squeezing sex drawing
out the demulcent ecstasy that spilled out of the ruptures, filling every
pore of my being.  Only she had ever made me come so wildly.  I screeched
her name.

   After several intense moments, we both collapsed.  Our labored
breathing, along with the ticking of a clock, was the only sound in the
room as we lolled in a restful, peaceful post-orgasmic serenity.

   Turning over on my side, I looked over at Elaine, still lying next to
me, one arm tossed over me.  "Thank you, sweetheart.  That was amazing."

   "Mmm, the pleasure was all mine," she murmured, not opening her eyes.

   "Come on, babe," I persisted.  "We need to talk."

   Her eyes lazily drifted open, but her lethargy disappeared when she saw
the look on my face.  "This sounds serious, Sebastian." She pulled herself
up, putting both hands in her mussed hair and giving herself a
head-clearing shake.  "What's up, honey?"

   "I ... I guess I need to know what the deal is with all these sex movies
and books and toys you have."

   "A teenaged boy has a problem with pornography?  Really?"

   "No," I blushed, forgetting how direct she was, loving it at the same
time.  It was so refreshing.  "I know why I would like it.  I'm just
curious, you being a woman..."

   "Thanks for noticing," she replied with a crooked grin, giving her bare
breasts a little shimmy-shake for emphasis.

   "... why you would have them." I continued, ignoring her kind-spirited
jibes.  "I wouldn't expect a lady like you to have that kind of stuff."

   She nodded, seeming understanding why I was asking, but she needed some
confirmation.  "It doesn't bother you, does it, Sebastian?  You don't feel
embarrassed or intimidated by some of my larger toys, do you?"

   "No," I replied truthfully.  "In fact, I have to admit, I think it's
sexy as hell."

   "I thought so," she replied, a scampish smile brightening her cherubic
cheeks.  "You already know how hard Karl's death hit me.  For the longest
time I just couldn't bear even the thought of being intimate with another
man.  But at the same time, I'm a woman with basic female needs, needs that
grew, how shall I put it, more pronounced as time went by."

   "You had all this stuff while you were married?" That didn't seem
possible, considering how conservative she'd described their sexlife.

   "Oh, God, no," she protested.  "The wickedest thing we ever saw were
late night cable movies and the occasional PlayPen he would buy for a
friend's stag party.  I would look at them and be bored.  They seemed like
such tame, air-headed fantasies to me, and at the time I let myself be
satisfied with Karl because I truly loved him."

   "So when did you start getting the movies?" I prompted, preferring to
table discussion of the deceased husband posthaste.

   "It was a few weeks after Karl's funeral.  I was checking one of my best
girlfriends house for her ~~ she and her husband were on a two week getaway
to Italy.  I don't usually snoop, really, I don't, but their movie
collection caught my eye.  There were a bunch of titles I'd never seen
before, some that intrigued me.  But when I pulled one out I was in for the
shock of my life because, of course, it turned out to be an adult film. 
I'd never seen one before and, lonely as I was, I ... well, knowing Janie
and Doug would be gone another week, I borrowed it."

   Elaine paused, looking at me, almost daring me to judge her.  I said
nothing, secretly proud that, rather than get into a disastrous
relationship, she had taken her sexual satisfaction into her own hands like
the strong, independent woman she was.

   "Suffice to say," she said, resuming her story, "I enjoyed it far more
than I ever thought I would and I found myself the next day returning that
one and borrowing several others.  Well, one of those movies featured two
studs and a very pretty woman.  I remember that as soon as it started my
heart beat so fast that I shook.  Being taken by two men at once had always
been a dark fantasy of mine, one that I'd never felt secure enough to
openly admit, not even to my husband.  But now that I was single, I started
actively looking for erotic movies and books with scenes of two men and a
woman, or two couples.  Scenes where they did nasty things that made my
batteries work overtime."

   "I presume by that that you had a vibrator by that point?" I asked.

   "Oh, Sebastian," she laughed.  "Of course I had a vibrator.  This is the
1980's.  Every girl, even those you don't think have one, has a toy of some
kind secretly stashed away somewhere in her bedroom for whenever she needs
one."

   "Wow.  Who knew?"

   "You didn't, but now you do." She leaned over and ruffled my hair.  "Be
wary how you use that knowledge, though."

   "You have a point there," I conceded.  "You were saying?"

   "Where was I?  Oh, yes, vibrators, specifically mine.  Now that I was
single, I quickly grew tired of my trusty BOB."

   "BOB?" I asked, mystified once again.

   "My Battery Operated Boyfriend.  That's what we ladies codename our
toys," she patiently explained.  "I asked some of my single girlfriends and
they gave me a catalog of one of the classier adult products companies, one
that uses an innocuous name on billing statements and ships in plain brown
paper packaging.  Needless to say I bought a lot of toys and books from
them, confirming my love of the ménage a trois.

   "I don't know why I was so naïve, but I was truly shocked when, during
one of those group scenes, two of the men started getting ... intimate with
each other.  I expected to feel repulsed, disgusted but I wasn't.  Far from
it.  I started thinking that it was so forbidden, watching this, taking it
all in, and that not only was I not nauseated by it but I began touching
myself watching them.  Not in my wildest moments would I have thought
watching two men fuck would be such a major turn-on.  Growing up I'd pushed
naughty thoughts like that from my head, convincing myself they were wrong,
immoral, that those daydreams I had, persistent as they were, were deviant.
But now, in the truth of rediscovering myself, I found I wasn't afraid to
indulge in my darkest wishes and fantasies.  And besides," she added with a
sassy grin, "it sure shed a whole new light on the male desire for
woman-on-woman porn."

   "I guess I can understand that," I responded slowly.  `But I can't help
but notice that a lot of these books have the sexy twins cliché.  I hate to
say it, but that certainly is an example where women treat men like sex
objects without thought of the reality of the situation."

   "Oooh, he plays up towards the dreaded `twincest'," she laughed.  "I
don't disagree with you, Sebastian.  The authors and filmmakers certainly
like to play fast and loose around the ethics of being with twins but they
are careful never to have them be intimate with one another."

   "I should hope so," I said, relieved.  "I don't have a brother, but I
would imagine that just being, you know, aroused around him would be the
heights and depths of freaky, and not in a good way."

   "Not that you have a problem being sexually active with other men." She
said it so simply, so matter-of-factly that I almost missed it, then the
ramifications hit me like a punch to the gut.

   "Wh-what do you mean?" I asked weakly.

   "Oh, Sebastian," Elaine responded, shaking her head almost sadly.  "Are
you ashamed of it?  Is that why you haven't told me?"

   I was ashamed, not for the affair she so obviously knew about but for
not having the respect to tell her.  "How do you know?" I wondered.

   "I had thought about you and Ethan for some time," she said, her voice
even, her words carefully considered.  "That I had never seen male friends
as close as you are.  That you were willing to touch each other so easily.
And my suspicions were proven a few weeks after you watched me, before our
first time in the library.  The two of you were ... let's just say you were
noisy and leave it at that."

   "And ... and you're ok with this?" I asked, feeling like an outclassed
boxer receiving blows from all sides.

   "Am I ok with you not telling me about your relationship with my son?"
She looked at me and for the first time in months, despite the fact she was
very naked, she was Mrs Lunsford to me.  "No, I sure as hell am not.  I'm
very disappointed in you for not having the trust and faith in me, and,
more importantly, yourself, for not telling me.  It makes me sick to my
heart and it is the first time I've seen a real flaw in you."

   She paused, taking a shuddery breath, and I'm not too proud to admit
that in my crushing shame I lowered my head, eyes on the floor, and very
nearly broke into tears, her unsparing words wounded me so bad.

   "Hey," she said, taking my chin.  "no tears right now.  Sebastian, this
is how adult relationships are.  They're tough.  They're complicated.  But
remember, beloved, I know all this and I'm still here, hopelessly in love
with you.  Because I know how you feel better than you think I do.  I've
been there, sweetie." She paused, took a deep breath, her yes glittering
with emotion "I had a crush on a girlfriend at University and, well, it got
physical.  Very intimate.  And it was around t the same time that I first
met and started dating Karl, so I have a pretty good guess at what you are
going through."

   I gaped in utter disbelief.  Elaine?  With another woman?  It boggled my
mind.  "Who?" I managed through numb lips.

   "Another time," she brushed me off, focusing solely on the subject at
hand.  "We still have the future of us to discuss." She paused, staring at
me, assessing.  "I already know the answer to this, but I need to hear it
directly from your lips.  What is your relationship with Ethan?  Do you
love him?"

   A million different answers popped into my mind but I decided to go with
the best response of them all: the unvarnished truth.  "I love him as a
best friend and more but nothing like I love you.  If there was a choice
between you and him, there would be no choice."

   She nodded, a seemingly blasé reaction, but it occurred to me that it
was the best of all.  She loved me and knew in her heart I loved her, the
reality of our love being as fundamental to her life as the reality of
gravity: it just was.
"In answer to your earlier, unasked question, another huge part of the
question of why I wasn't furious with you is, of course, I haven't
confessed to Ethan about you and I.  It will be different with him because

he doesn't suspect.  Do you agree?"

   I nodded in concurrence, amazing how frank she was being about all this.
So much for women being the emotionally fragile creatures the media made
them out to be.

   "Now that I know for sure the dynamics of you two's relationship, I'm
going to break it to him.  Today, tonight at the very latest." With her
resolve in place, and woe be unto any man who gets in her way, I thought,
knowing my tough corporate lady, she looked at me, sudden sadness in her
eyes.  "Sebastian, he won't take it well, He's probably going to blame you
for it.  I don't know if the rift between you will be healed.  Can you
forgive me if it doesn't?"

   "In the choice, there is no choice."

   She kissed me, tender, soulful.  "Oh my God, I do love you so.  I love
that I can show you who I am, what I need, and you understand me." She
kissed me again, a little more heated, then stopped, looking at me with
that foxy look of hers.  "It's just too bad that you seem to have a knack
for walking in on me whenever I'm in a compromising situation."

   I nearly choked in my surprise at her seeming capriciousness but knew
this was who Elaine was, a product of her corporate career, or perhaps the
very reason she was so successful in that rarified world.  When she made
decisions, no matter how profound or long-reaching they were, she made them
and moved on, not obsessing about the minutiae or the possible
ramifications, knowing she couldn't control them anyway so what was the
point?  She wanted to move on to the joy of us and I was more than happy to
follow her there.  Or anywhere else she wanted to lead me, for that matter.

   "I'm sorry, sweetie.  But I have to tell you, seeing you in the tub
really got to me.  Watching the pleasure on your face, calling my name when
you came... My cock's getting hard all over again just thinking about it."

   She huffed out a breath.  "For some crazy reason, I think you could get
a hard-on from the wind blowing."

   I laughed.  "I guess you could chalk that up to a major advantage of
being with a younger man, hmm?"

   She smiled, affectionately tracing her finger over my chest.  "You do
have a point there."

   "Besides, I have a sneaking suspicion, verified by experience, that you
are an equally horny lady." I reached down, scooping up a fingerful of her
wetness, making her squeal.  "The proof is in the taste test," I asserted,
popping my moist finger in my mouth, tasting her sapid honey.  "Oh yes,
definitely horny."

   Elaine brought her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles.  At
first I thought she was laughing at my joking around, but something about
the way she was gaping at me made me suspect it was something else.

   "What?" I asked, genuinely bewildered.  "What is it?"

   Still trying to choke down her chortles, she reached out, grabbing
something from my lips.  Her efforts to suppress her amusement failed
miserably and she burst out into gales of glee as she brandished her prize:
a long, wiry pubic hair.

   "Oh that does it, little lady," I announced, bound and determined to do
something I'd been mulling over for a few weeks, now thinking that after
the heavy discussion we had just had, a little lightheartedness was called
for.  "You lay here.  I'll be right back."

   Her mellifluous laughter receding behind me, I made my way to her
bathroom.  It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for: two thick
towels, a china bowl filled with warm water, a pair of scissors, a bottle
of shaving gel, her largest cosmetics application brush and a brand new
girlishly pink razor.

   "What do you have there, Sebastian?" Elaine asked when I returned, her
curiosity over the various implements I had brought with me and set on the
bedside table getting the best of her.

   "I'm going to shave you here," I said, grabbing a handful of the soft
tawny fur between her legs.

   "You want to do what?" She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked
sideways at me.

   "I'm going to shave your pussy, Elaine." I explained, feeling a bemused
smile play over my face.  "Take off every bit of hair so I can see it
completely naked.  That okay with you?"

   She stared disbelievingly at me, her mouth hanging open.  "I can't do
that!  What would the girls at the health club say?"

   Strange that that would be her first concern, what her girlfriends would
think of her.  Whatever.  "Just tell them you decided to shave to be more
sexy for your teenaged lover.  Might help your cred among some of them."

   "What if something happens?" She watched as I walked over to the
decorative ottoman sitting in one corner of the bedroom .

   "What could happen?" I asked, drawing the oversized chair up towards the
bed.

   "Oh, I don't know, a freak razor accident?" She protested, making a
frowny face

   "It's not like I'm going to be using a straight razor or anything!" I
responded, gesturing to the shaving instruments.  "So, what do you say?"

   She looked at me, considering.  "You really want to?"

   I nodded enthusiastically.  "I would love to.  And besides," I added as
a bonus inducement, "I read somewhere that this makes things even more
sensitive down there, would enhance a woman's pleasure and I wanted to do
it for you.  I'll stop if you want me to," I lied, "but I think you'll like
how it feels when we make love afterwards."

   "More sensitive?" Intrigued, she raised her eyebrows.

   "Especially when you're being licked."

   Her flashing eyes met mine and I smirked, imagining her pulling her
panties down to show me, spreading her bald labial lips, and felt a hot
jolt between my legs at the sexy thought.

   "Okay." She answered with resolve.  ""I just know that you're going to
get me into trouble, Sebastian, but let's do it."

   Now that I had her acquiescence, I arranged her on the bed with her
buttocks on the side edge of the mattress.  She lay there silently,
trembling with what I hoped was anticipation.

   "Are you ready?"

   "As I'll ever be," she replied, putting on her bravest face.

   "Time to get to work, sugar." I snapped my fingers.  "Wait.  Forgot
something." I turned on the television, found one of those cable music
channels that played soft mood music, the soothing rhythms designed to put
her at ease.  "Okay.  I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can and
use your hands to keep them that way.  Can you do that for me?"

   She blushed but nodded and as she did, pulling her knees back with her
hands, she peered questioningly down between her butterflied thighs.  I
knew my little exhibitionist secretly liked exposing her pussy to me and I
sensed her heartbeat kicking up a notch and a tiny thrills running through
her.  She seemed to be coming around to the idea of being shaved completely

   I have to admit I needed a moment to collect my wits.  The thought of
what I was about to do was almost too much for my poor libido and
threatened to short circuit it and blow the fuse before I could even start.
Unable to help myself, I planted a kiss on the patch of hair just above her
brazenly protruding clit, making her squirm.

   "All right, then." I took a steadying breath, determined to keep my
lustful desires in check from this point forward.  "Here we go.  And don't
move.  Not even a little."

   Elaine was shyly peeking down me when I took a washcloth that had been
soaking for quite some time from the bowl, wrung the excess water from it,
then draped it over her vagina.  The idea was for the heat to penetrate her
flesh, making it less susceptible to irritation and razor burn.  Slowly and
carefully, determined not to hurt her in the slightest, I began snipping
off her dense pubic thatch in small tufts with the small scissors,
carefully catching the loose strands and putting them on the table in a
neat pile.  I glanced upwards and found her previous bashfulness had been
replaced by fascination as she intently watched me trimming her most
private spot.  Finally, moving the towel from whatever area I was working
on and returning it when I had finished, I managed to cut her once-tangled
bush down to about one quarter of an inch.  I paused and rubbed my fingers
over the trimmed fur.  To my surprised delight, my fingers rubbing over the
bristles had an incredibly arousing effect on her because I could see fresh
moistness bedewing her pussy lips.  I then pressed a heated washcloth to
her neatly shorn fuzz.

   Holding the hot cloth against her naked sex, I looked up into her
flashing eyes.  "I don't want your pussy hidden from me.  This way I will
always be able to see your desire."

   I removed the cloth and again rubbed my fingers over the stubble on her
pubic mound, knowing how much the uniqueness of my touch was affecting her.
I did that twice more before uncapping the bottle sof having cream, shaking
it, and squirting a generous dollop of turquoise emulsion in my palm. 
After working the shaving cream into a rich lather I dabbed the tail of the
brush into the cream, slathering it in a copious foam.  I noticed Elaine
was looking down as I began to use the object to spread the lather over her
stubbled mound, covering what little hair she had remaining.  At first I
applied the thick cream in narrow distinct strips before beginning to whisk
it with long, slow brushstrokes, smearing the spumous suds over her lower
tummy, her fleshy mons, down towards her smooth legs.  When I reached that
sensitive area in between her upper thighs and her pussy lips, she broke
into a smile, the feathery brush tickling her as I liberally coated her
pouty labia in the bubbly froth.

   "I love these soft little curls, you know," I said as I continued to
work, setting the whisk aside and utilizing my fingertips to massage the
cream into her skin, making her gasp.  "But I want to see your naked pussy
more.  If you lie perfectly still while I shave you I might have an erotic
treat for you when I'm finished." With a light touch I continued to rub the
lubricating gel into her most tender areas, talking to her in as bedroom of
a voice as I could manage while I worked.  "I can hardly wait to see this
pretty pink sexflesh darken and your sweet cream spill out of you."

   I could see from the glinting in her eyes just how aroused Elaine was
getting, growing wetter by the moment, so much so that she had to actively
force herself to lie still.  But I sensed that it wasn't just my teasing
touch and my tantalizing words had instigated her titillation.  It wasn't
even the fact that she was about to get shaved.  Rather it was a sense of
vulnerability that affected her so strongly, a revelation I was determined
to explore.  But not right then, I still had work to do.  I had been
lingering around her clitoris for quite some time but now I moved the
swirling fingertip directly over her swollen clit, a feathery caress that
made her shiver.  "Do you like that?"

   "Yes." She girlishly bit her lower lip.  "It feels good."

   "I'm going to make that pussy feel a whole lot better." I slid one
finger inside, not terribly surprised to discover her honeyed wetness
pooling there.  "I'm going to feel every inch of it with my fingers and my
tongue.  And when I've eaten it until I've swallowed every bit of your
juices and finger-fucked you until I can feel every tiny muscle inside
clench and spasm, I'm going to slide my big cock in there and fuck you
until you scream the house down." My eyes held hers.  "That sound good,
Elaine?"

   "Yes.  Oh yes." Her words came out on a susurrant whisper of breath. 
Her pulse was beating so fast that I could see it bobbling her breasts and
she greedily tried to clench her inner softness around my swizzling finger.


   I laughed and withdrew it.  "I'm distracting myself," I explained as I
began applying more gel, making sure she was completely covered in shaving
cream.

   Picking up the razor once more, I paused for a moment, the blade poised
over her mound.  "Now for the moment of truth," I said, looking up into her
eyes, Elaine nervously chewing her lip, still holding her knees back for
me. "I'm about to shave you bald as a baby."

   To begin, I pressed my hand against the inside of her right thigh and
used my fingers to stretch the pliable skin at the top of her mons so it
was taut.  Lowering the razor to her skin, I began to shave her carefully,
gliding the blades gently over the skin, one swipe, then another.  When I
reached over and rinsed it in the bowl, I noticed her breathing was
hitching and I glanced up to see she had her eyes squinched tight,
concentrating every effort on holding her thighs wide apart and not letting
her hands slip.  Despite the assuasive music creating a soothing
environment in the bedroom, I knew it must be a foreign feeling and
disconcerting to have someone running a sharp implement across her bare
skin and knew her stomach must be doing little flip-flops.  But she never
moved, never protested, and I was proud just how brave my lady love was.

   I went to work again, the razor rasping through the foam and short
bristles, removing the shaving foam and her stubborn pubic hair, frequently
having to go over the same spot several times to get it smooth.  Rasp after
rasp, I worked, the razor making a path over her mons, taking the curly
stubble with it, and little by little her naked skin emerged.

   "This little cunny is going to look so sexy naked," I crooned.  "Maybe
we'll get a little tattoo right here." I nudged the tip of my index finger
to the silky skin covering her pubic bone.

   She jerked involuntarily at my possessive suggestion.

   "Careful, baby" I cautioned.  "Don't want to leave any abrasions here."

   "A tattoo?" Her kittenish tongue flicked out, nervously moistening her
upper lip.  "Sebastian, tell me you're kidding me."

   I smiled at her mounting anxiety.  "No, sweet thing, I'm not.  I think a
little cupid would look too cute."

   "Sebastian!" She seemed to be on the verge of hysterically screeching.
"I can't let some strange man tattoo me there.  I'd die of humiliation."

   "Right now we're only discussing the possibility, honey, so try to
relax. Take a breath.  I just think it would be so appetizing."

   Once her mound completely shorn, I rinsed the razor clean, clinking it
against the bowl to dislodge any stray wisps, then squirted another thick
layer of the cool lubricating cream over her until it covered her plumpened
labia and drew a line all the way down to the lush globes of her voluptuous
ass.  Then I resumed shaving her, moving down between her legs, getting
every single hair along the wet folds of her pussy.  I have to admit it was
a strangely erotic experience, my cock long since revivified as I drew the
blades along her fleshy contours, dipping in and around her lavish curves
with infinite care.  But what I hadn't expected was for this to be an
erogenous act for her, the proof coming when I pinched her skin between two
fingers to draw it taut as I worked the subtle gradations of her outer
lips. She made a whimpery sound that made me think she might be able to
come just from that.

   "Okay, now the inside of the lips." I tugged on her skin, pulling the
pouty labia to the side.  "Such pretty lips.  It's a shame to keep them
hidden." Unfortunately, they were so wet they were slippery, too much for
me to safely shave her without any assistance.

   "I need some help here," I informed her, pressing my shoulder into one
thigh so that she could lope her calf over my back.  "Grab this with your
free hand and pull it aside for me."

   The idea was not only to aid me but also to shift Elaine from being a
passive observer to being an active participant, facilitating in her
denuding.  I knew she found the process embarrassing but also very, very
sexy and I was thrilled to see that as she held herself open, her innate
curiosity had gotten the better of her and she had timidly opened her eyes
to see what I was doing, not wanting to watch herself being shaved but the
whole picture so erotic that it was impossible to shut them.  She witnessed
herself holding the glossy skin away from the razor as I slipped it down
her creamy split.  It was delicious for me as well, gliding down one side
of her cunny, then the other, in slow, sure strokes, down her inner labia,
and then upward again, cleansing the razor after every swipe.  I was
gentle, touching the delicate tissue that was precious to me, but thorough
as well, removing every vestige of downy fuzz, not stopping until she was
bare, her sex shiny and completely open to me, the pulse in her vagina
visible, so wet that she was dribbling down between her spread legs to
dampen the sheets, evidence of how turned on she was getting.

   Now that I was done, nothing left, just her soft, open lips revealing
the deep blush of her pussy inside, I wiped the area clean, using the
dampened washcloth to swab her skin.  Then I roamed my fingertips
searchingly all over her glabrously smooth flesh, checking slowly and
diligently for any errant hairs I might have missed.  When I was satisfied,
I spritzed the now-cooled water over her nakedness, making her let out a
little gasp from the chill.

   Wanting to assuage her, I laid my hand comfortingly over her newly
denuded pussy.  I just lay my warm hand there for several long moments
before I slid my finger only to the first knuckle into her vagina then
immediately out, not terribly surprised that she was swimming in her
womanly wetness.  I lifted my finger to my mouth and slowly licked it,
degustating her savory essence

   "I can see that you enjoyed the whole procedure.  I knew it was making
you hot but I never guessed you'd be creaming," I said with a wink, still
nestled between her splayed legs.  "I think you will enjoy having a smooth
pussy and I certainly love that it turned you on, sweetheart.  That's the
idea.  The hotter the better.  And you are very horny, right?"

   "Yes." Elaine's admission came out on a low puff of breath.

   "I wonder what else would turn you on." I gave her naked cunny a teasing
squeeze, making her squeal.  "Let's add a little something to this, okay?"

   "W-What do you mean?"

   I leaned forward and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her blatantly
pulsing clit, letting my slick tongue flick back and forth over it before
leaning back.

   Already aroused from the act of having her pussy shaved, of seeing the
razor sliding over the skin of her vagina, Elaine squirmed at my heated
kiss.  The muscles in her soft tummy visually clenched, betraying the fact
every nerve in her body was probably screaming for release.  But for what I
had in mind, I had to fan the flames of her scorching desire even higher,
higher until she was ready to piteously beg me to fuck her.

   I flicked my tongue titillatingly over her needy clit again, then I
abruptly lifted her and turned her over so she was face down.

   "Sebastian?  What are you doing?"

   "Gotta get the rest of that soft, fine hair." I gently but firmly
arranged her on her knees, placed her head on her forearms and spread her
thighs apart.  "Don't move a muscle, baby.  I don't want to accidentally
hurt you."

   "But what are you doing?" she asked again.

   "Just hold perfectly still."

   I wiped the washcloth along the deep cleavage between the pillowy cheeks
of her shapely buttocks, rubbing it against the tender skin with a lover's
caress.  I pressed one hand against the base of her spine and prevented her
from twisting around when she heard the telltale hiss of the shaving gel
and felt its thick smoothness on the puckered skin around her anus.

   "Oh, my God!  You're not ~~ "

   "I'm going to shave around your asshole, too, Elaine.  All this light
little fuzz because I'm going to fuck that sexy ass.  Not today but soon,
when you are ready, and I don't want anything there except that dark rosy
skin."

   When I spread the foamy lather around her exposed sphincter, lightly
probing one fingertip into the forbidden opening, she held as still as she
could, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.  Because of how
conservative she had described her and her former husband's sex life, I
imagined she had never had a man touch her there so intimately.  I could
also suspect that, having never indulged in anal sex, being fucked in the
ass would be one of her darkest fantasies.  She certainly wasn't completely
averse to backdoor loving, proven by her double dildo masturbation habits.

   With the shaving foam acting as lubricant, the razor slid gentle and
smooth as I moved it carefully over every bit of skin around her nether
hole, allowing me to whisper nastily in her ear.  "You're going to love
getting fucked in the ass," I breathed hotly, boldly touching her anus,
rimming it with my finger again and again as I shaved her smooth.  "And
when I do, you'll come like you never did before."

   Withdrawing, leaving her gasping, I tossed the razor into the garbage,
wiped the area with a warm cloth and dried it with a towel before cleaning
my own hands.  Then I slipped one finger into her juicy pussy, the ripples
I felt within making my mouth turn up in a smile.  "You're sopping wet,
Elaine.  I can't wait to slide my cock in there."

   That being said, I bent over her and kissed her, and she returned it
with a ferociously hot kiss that singed my mouth, her sinuous tongue
probing and tasting.  She lifted her hands to run her fingers through my
hair, a delectable counterpoint to her tongue meeting mine, dueling with
it, and she aggressively thrust hers into my mouth.  She tried seducing me
with her wicked tongue, fucking my willing mouth and leading me into an
erotic dance.

   "Good God Almighty." I gasped, breaking off the kiss, my breath coming
in short gasps as I settled my forehead onto hers.  "What you do to me,
woman."

   She smiled proudly at my profession, thrilled with the knowledge she
could do this so easily to me.

   I was sorely tempted to throw my luscious lady on the mattress and
ravish her senseless, knew that in her hyper-aroused state I could have her
euphorically squirting her girlcum in less than two minutes, but I didn't
want to cheat her, or myself for that matter, of her discovering the unique
joys of her newly-shorn nakedness.  Besides, I wasn't convinced I could
even last two minutes.

   "Come here, I want to show you something." I grabbed her hand, pulled
her protestingly up from the bed, and positioned her in front of the huge
full-length mirror mounted on a wheeled pedestal tucked away in the corner.


   "What?"

   Moving her to face her reflection, I stood behind her, running my hands
along her arms.  Lowering my mouth to her ear, I whispered, "I want to show
you what I see whenever I look at you, Elaine.  I want you to watch
yourself come apart for me and I want you to watch what it does to me when
you do."

   I feathered my fingers along her elegantly formed shoulders, tickling as
I brushed lower, loving the look of the hard points of her hardened
nipples.

   "Sebastian." She closed her eyes, unable to look at herself in the
mirror.

   "Easy, now.  Open your eyes, sweetheart.  Keep them open." It wasn't a
request.

   She did as I commanded, staring at the reflection, seemingly trying to
recognize the woman staring back.  Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing
short pants.  I loved seeing her like this, this lust-filled woman standing
before me.

   "Raise your hands, lovely lady."

   She did as I requested, the position making her bobbling breasts rise.
When I brought my hands up to cup the full mounds, she arched into my
touch, making the doughy softness spilling between my fingers.  "So
pretty," I said reverentially, my voice low.

   The heat emanating from her body was incredible.  She let out a small
moan, unable to take her eyes from my caressing hands in the mirror.  I
kneaded one pudding-soft globe while my fingers found her pudgy nipple on
the other and began rolling the little pink nub between my thumb and
finger. She hissed as I squeezed, the biting pain quickly turning to
agonizing pleasure.

   "Like that, do you, baby?" I said, meeting her dreamy gaze in the
reflection, the glitter of her emerald eyes startling.

   She watched as I seductively kissed her neck, nipping, biting and then
healingly licking the wound.  I raked my own heated gaze up and down her
curvaceous body as I settled my hands on her arcing hips, her own eyes
naturally drifting over to her hairless pubis.

   "Oh my God, I look like a little girl again," she cried out.

   "You are no little girl," I sharply contradicted, sucking in a couple of
deep breaths as she stared, the exposure of the raw female sexuality in her
mesmerizing me.  "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Elaine.
And this," I said, delving my fingers into her pink triangle.  "To me, this
is paradise.  I just knew you'd look delicious with all that hair gone." I
paused, assessing her reaction.  "How does it feel to you, being so naked."

   She paused, taking a shuddering breath.

   "It feels ... different." She experimentally squeezed her legs together
and liked what she discovered.  "It's like there is nothing between me and
arousal, now.  It's always there, completely exposed." She paused, blushed,
cast her eyes away, her self-consciousness getting the better of her. 
"God, Sebastian.  I don't know if I can take this."

   "Sure you can.  And this is only the beginning."

   Kicking the wheeled mirror towards the foot of the bed, I brought us
tumbling down onto the mattress, Elaine giggling in my arms.  She squirmed
and tussled for a few moments before we came to sitting position at the end
of the mattress, her sitting between my legs, her back to me, her legs
akimbo, allowing the two of us to look at the reflection of her naked
glory. We were both speechless as we looked at the most secret part of her,
totally exposed to my hungry gaze and her bashful peeking.  I had thought
this part of her was beautiful and succulent before but nothing prepared me
for the sight of her with nothing to hide her gloriously fleshy folds and
secret places.  It was a feast for the senses and one we both shared.  I
had been concerned she might be repelled by the vision of her hairless
pussy but the opposite seemed to be true, my all-consuming hunger blending
over into her....

   "Feel." I urged.  She cocked her head, frowning, as I took her hand,
threaded my fingers in hers, and put it between her legs.  Her thighs
trembled as we rubbed our intertwined fingers over her now-smooth labia.

   "Oh my God," Elaine whispered, awed at the plush softness of the exposed
skin.

   "Do you feel any rough spots?" I asked as I watched her intimately
caress her plump mound, checking for stray hairs.

   "No, I think that's it," she breathed in her amazement.  "I can't
believe how good it feels to touch myself there now, with everything so
open and exposed." She guided my hand in hers back down to her labia and
she led as we rubbed her lips, up and down, a lazy half-smile playing over
her gorgeous face.  But when I intensified things by torpidly bringing a
finger up to indolently brush over her clitoris, she moaned and closed her
eyes, couldn't help it.

   "Your eyes.  Keep them open, Elaine.  I want you to watch this."

   She shook her head.  "I can't."

   "Yes you can.  Open them."

   She forced them open just as I thrust one of my fingers and one of hers
deep inside her.  "Oh God!" she cried.

   "Damn, you're wet.  So wet and ready for me." I breathed provocatively
in her ear.  "And I'll take you.  You'll feel my cock soon, baby.  But
first I want you to come for me, come for you.  I want you to watch as you
fall over the edge, knowing I'm right here holding on to you."

   I pulled our interweaved fingers out of her distinctly gooey vagina and
ran one over her throbbing clit, circling it slowly.

   She cried out again and now she was the one taking the lead, showing me
exactly how she wanted to be masturbated.

   "Jesus," I breathed in my wonderment, taken aback by her sudden
assertiveness.  She brought our hands down now only now she entered herself
with three digits, one of mine and two of her own.  Once, twice, three
times she slid them in and withdrew ~~ torturously slowly, tormenting
herself ~~ before returning our onanistic attention to her greedy clit.

   "Sebastian, I can feel it.  I'm sooo close..."

   "I know, sweetheart.  Let go," I said as her eyes rose from our
malthusianistic ministrations to meet mine.  The mesmerizing depths sucked
me in, held me in her hypnotic spell as her whirlwinding orgasm ripped over
her, cyclonic ecstasy leaving her reeling, her hips spasming.

   "Oh, Sebastian!"

   "I've got you."

   Leaving her somersaulting clit, she plunged our fingers way deep inside
her, the spastic contractions there milking them.  Curling my finger up, I
found her secret spot and began beating a driving tattoo upon that nerve
cluster.  She was powerless now to keep her eyes open any longer and closed
them, dropped her head back on my shoulder and she elatedly cried out.  A
gush of her girlcream, thick and rich, spilled out as she exuberantly rode
wave after wave of vivacious pleasure.

   I presumed Elaine was going to come out of this dynamic release serene
or at least depleted but instead it served to energize my near-insatiable
lover.  Taking my face in her hands, her fingers pressing my cheek, I was
barely able to turn my head before her mouth came down on mine, stifling my
cry of surprise.  The pure savagery of her kiss astonished me.

   Warring tongues, rasping breaths and soft moans.  That was all I knew.
She seized my hand, cupped my palm there, the warmth of her sex amazingly
radiant, doused with the honeyed wetness of her aqueous release.

   Eventually she pulled her arms from my neck but she stubbornly never let
go of my mouth.  It was all I could do to draw away from her suctioning
kiss.

   "You okay, baby?" I asked as she continued to ceaselessly kiss me, her
soft lips all over my face as I cradled her in my protective arms, holding
her close.

   She looked at me, eyes bright, then laughed, placing a hand over my
pounding heart.  "Sebastian, I have to admit, I don't know if I'll ever be
okay again." A jubilant giggled spilled out of her and she embraced me,
crushing her pillowy breasts into my chest.  "Wanna go test out that theory
now, sweetie?"

   "What theory?" I asked, although I knew.

   "Let's see if it really does feel better when it's licked." She grabbed
my hand and jabbed my hand up between her legs, boldly probing between her
nectar-slickened lips.  There was nothing to stop her, and my finger
slipped easily inside of her juiciness, making her gasp.  "My body feels
like it's on fire and I have to admit I've also been wondering what it will
be like now to fuck you.  Do you think we'll be able to tell the
difference, now that my hair is gone?"

   `Jesus, what have I wrought?' I thought, simply flabbergasted by what a
sexual dynamo this 44 year old sex kitten was turning out to be.  But
"Here?" was all I was able to manage, distracted by the way she was humping
my hand, crushing her clit into my thumb as she started to finger me. 
"Now?"

   "Well, yes, here, on my bed," she blurted, her free hand reaching down
to fondle my jutting erection.  "But I want to watch a movie while we do
it."

   I didn't need a movie, feeling her tantalizing touch thrilling my cock
between my legs was more than enough to get me aroused, but I didn't say
anything.  She sassily licked my finger when she took it out of her sex,
giving me a devilish grin before hopping off the bed and sashaying to the
other side where she kept her secret stash of videotapes and toys.

   I watched, fascinated as always by her voluptuous body, her soft curves,
the hard pink nipples standing straight up even when she was scurrying over
to the side of bed and sliding her hand under the frame, searching, pulling
out a box.  She sorted through the tapes, her face brightening when she
came across one in particular, selecting it from all the others.  Shoving
the tape in, she came back to the bed, her luminous eyes full of a strange,
hungry light as she lay down beside me and turned towards me so we were
facing each other, belly to belly, my back to the television.

   Caught up in the throes of reignited desire, words were unnecessary,
silence speaking volumes as Elaine leaned over and touched her lips to
mine. They were lavishly soft and seductively warm and her wriggly tongue
slid between my teeth, searching, making me moan.  Her hands seized my
face, her open mouth exploring mine as we pressed our nude bodies together,
our legs tangling.  She nimbly rolled onto me, her lissome hips rocking,
her slithery tongue making circles with mine.  I could feel the sultry heat
of her aroused pussy on my lower torso, the amount of honey she was
smearing on me making my head spin, wondering if there was ever a time she
wasn't wet and juicy.  In the background, the pornographic film was still
playing ~~ I could hear exaggerated moaning and the distinctive sounds of
slapping flesh ~~ but it was just noise.  All my attention was on Elaine.

   Wanting to be more proactive, I reached down to touch her breasts, the
cushy orbs flattened against my chest.  When I slipped a hand between us
and cupped the doughy mounds in my hands, she whimpered into my mouth and
raised up a little, giving me more access.  At first I only used my palm,
around and around, first teasingly lightly, then harder stimulation,
kneading her ductile flesh.  But when I began rolling the fat nipples with
my thumbs, sporadically tugging sharply at the fleshy nubs, she really
liked that, breaking off our torrid kiss to vocalize breathy moans.  I
retaliated by piggishly sucking first one tubby nubbin and then the other
into my suctioning mouth as if I were taste-testing, trying to see which I
liked the best.  I decided on the left, wetly licking and sloppily sucking,
my other hand squeezing the squashy flesh of her breast in my gropings
finger, my eyes meeting hers.

   "Ready to test that theory, yet?" Elaine abruptly drew away from my
nursing mouth, her face flushed, her breathing ragged.  She stared at me
with rank lust, something deep, dark, and heretofore pent-up inside of her
breaking out.  "Watching those sexy boys on screen makes me think we should
do something really wicked!  Let's test that theory for real in a 69!"

   I tried to speak, but my admiration for my lover's ceaseless
inventiveness and hedonistic spontaneity was too thick.  In a long, slow
gesture of compliance, I lay back on the bed.  With a wanton grin she
stretched out beside me, her curvy legs up by my head.  When I impulsively
grabbed her crescent-shaped hips in my hands, rolling her over onto me, she
squealed, laughing as we momentarily struggled to settle together.  At
first she seemed reluctant to be in the superior position, maybe preferring
to be laying on one another's sides, perhaps fearful of the inverted and
awkward position, but when she realized that she was not going to fall, she
fully threw her long leg over my upper body.

   Now that we were locked in the age-old embrace most conducive to mutual
oral manipulation, her knees pressed firmly against the sides of my broad
shoulders so that her appetizing pussy was conveniently spread open before
my salivating mouth and her beautiful face in place to suck my cock.  I
could sense her hot little mouth poised below my dangling manhood, and my
whole body was aching to feel her tongue again.  I arched my back, flexing
my hips, and impatiently waited.  She didn't seem to be in a hurry to
fellate me, though.  Instead she leisurely touched me, grasping the swaying
shaft and rubbing the bulbous tip drizzled with precome with her petite
thumb, the stunningly innervating sensation making me gasp.

   "Do you think I have a pretty pussy?" she huskily asked as she lowered
her naked vagina to my hungrily turned-up face.

   Hearing Elaine's question reminded me I was shirking my own
responsibilities and I shamefacedly refocused on my love.  "Yes," I moaned,
my eyes moving over her glabrous pubic mound like I was seeing it for the
first time, her hairless state allowing me to see just how lusciously pink
she was inside.  I brushed my fingers over the now-smooth skin, slipping up
and down her beestung labia, tactilely savoring her newly-unveiled
contours. "You've got such a beautiful pussy."

   "That feels good..." She sighed so I raised my face and started
feathering my mouth over her eminently kissable lips, zigzagging up and
down, swallowing the unique redolence of hers.  Her barbered pussy was so
scrumptiously smooth now!  No more annoying hairs to aggravatingly tickle
my nostrils during cunnilingus this time as I imbibed her natural
moistness, the zesty taste making my insides twist with desire.  Answering
that call, I began teasing her with my quick tongue, making concentric
circles up all along her glossy labia, never slipping between.  Her hips
immediately began rocking, longingly pressing her cunny up toward my
supping mouth.

   Nose-to-nose with my stiff cock, Elaine had been running her small hands
over the flat plane of my well-muscled abomen angled below her own as she
blew teasingly at my tumescent manhood spearing out mere inches below her
waiting lips.  She wanted to make me feel good, too, so she shook her head
to toss her long hair out of the way before leaning over to start peppering
steamy kisses along the indurate length.  I loved her touching me, looking
at me, and I wanted her sweet mouth ~~ oh my god, I wanted it!

   "Take it!  Take it in your mouth!" I desperately rasped.

   She responded with a lewdly provocative laugh, my corporate lady
transformed into a lusty wench, "Soon," she breathlessly told me.  "But
first ...  first I want to see you look at me down there.  I want you to
look at me all juicy and hot, just ready for you to suck!" She spread her
legs wide, arching her back into and hitching her legs directly above my
waiting face.  "My little clit just waiting for your wet tongue, Sebastian.
Go on and lick it!  Please lick it!"

   She was so ready!  The pearlescent droplets of her glistening nectar
seeping out of her sex-hungering cunny were undeniable proof.  Sinking my
thumbs into the vivid pink of her pussy flesh, I opened up the outer
flanges of her trembling vagina to my lustful gaze, lewdly enjoying hear
her suck in her stomach with an audible hiss in her barely-restrained
anticipation.  The pink bud of her boldly throbbing clitoris perked into
visible erection as I, my head thrust forward like an animal ready to
attack its prey, did not tease but, without another thought, snaked my
tongue directly out at the raw little nexus of nerves peeking out from
between her widely splayed thighs, reaching in to collect my reward.  She
tasted sooo good!

   Elaine's curvaceous body spasmed as the first magnetic shock of sensual
electricity raced through her yearning body, electrifying every nerve.  Her
tummy heaved fitfully as I wound my tongue in a slow spiral down around her
susceptible clitoris, licking whisper strokes at the hardened little button
of feminine arousal.  Her rounded thighs clamped spasmodically about my
head in a vise-like grip, her jiggly ass undulating down into my upturned
face, gyrating salaciously with my every lewd lingual ministration to her
juicy folds.  Sibilant moans of licentious delight escaped from deep in her
chest, merging with my hoarse animal grunts as I ceaselessly brandished my
wet tongue within her honeyed succulence.

   I raised my head abruptly from the quavering bud I was lecherously
licking and humbly begged her, "Suck me, Elaine.  I'm going to explode if
you don't!"

   She obediently opened her pretty little mouth, ovalling her lips about
her teeth to prevent hurting my tender cock, and with her diminutive hands
guided my throbbing up into her hungry mouth.  Her plush lips closed just
below the flaring ridge, sucking hard on the bulbous glans, the pressurized
pleasure making me instinctually jump.  With a tantalizing swirl of her
slippery tongue around my hotly pulsing hardness, she began thirstily
suckling, drawing my desire-swollen penis deeper into her straining mouth.
She pressed her cushiony breasts up against my hard abdomen, letting me
feel the irradiant bodyheat of her pillowy bosom flowing into my skin. 
With her nails, she began teasing the fleecy tangle of my pubic hair in
front and in back of the engorged organ that she held prisoner in her own
captivating mouth.

   A loud moan came from the television, and distracted, I glanced upwards.
I couldn't see the movie, but I didn't care; I hadn't been paying attention
to it anyway.  What I could see and did care about was the two of us
entwined together, our unique embrace reflected in the mirror I had
neglected to move from beside the bed.  We were lying on the disheveled
bed, completely nude, our hands coursing over each other's bodies, our
mouths and tongues bobbing hungrily up and down between each other's
splayed legs, the lewd wet sounds of our mutual sucking resounding through
the air.  We squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, a slender
teenager and a voluptuous older woman clamped together in a lurid duet of
primal lust, our bodies bucking against each other like animals, pulling
out from each other the basest feelings.  I saw my bobbing head wildly
lapping the tempting flesh of Elaine's pussy but I was far more interested
in watching her edaciously nursing on the big bulb capping my wetly
glistening shaft.  She was moaning with abandon, her free hand pumping up
and down on the long hard trunk in onanistic rhythm with her carnivorous
fellating.  Just the way my uninhibited lady lustily inhaled the pungent
masculine odor of me was sending a prurient thrill of excitement rippling
through me.

   I made a low noise like a deep groan against her bloated clit, grabbed
her shimmying rump in my hands and pulled her back to refocus my
cunnilingual efforts, drowning my nose in pink wetness of her flesh as I
licked faster.  A luscious ache ignited in my heat-immersed cock, and the
sensuous feel of her moving under me, the smooth skin of her breasts like
silk against me, incitefully urged me on.  From my unique location, I knew
the pressure on the little bud would be more pronounced.  Locking my lips
in a satiny embrace around the fleshy nubbin, I settled into a steady
sucking rhythm, moving my head rhythmically forward and back to further
maximize the thrillingly pleasurable tugging on the tiny hot spot.  Holding
her wiggly butt with one hand, my fingers began exploring, probing beneath
my swabbing tongue, slipping inside.

   "Oh God!" Elaine's exhilarated cry was decidedly muffled by my brawny
thickness.  "That's it!"

   Having insinuated a second stiffened finger upward into her tightly
clutching cunny, adding that one's width alongside the first to delve into
the drenching heat, I started moving both digits slowly in and out, my
knowing tongue drawing intricate circles around her clit.  Skewering into
my beautiful woman's secret channel made her desires flow ever more and
while I swallowed and swallowed, my own copious saliva mixing with her
perfumed juices, still our mingled fluids slipping down to where I was
fingering her, stretching her wide open.  Her creamy thighs jackknifed down
about my head as the roaring flames of incendiary lust drew my claiming
touch deep inside her and I began hallucinatorily thinking I was marking
her as my own.  `Of course I am', I thought in an emotional daze.  `She is
my future wife!'

   Elaine was proving equally possessive as I was.  For the longest time
she had concentrated her fellatio on the sensitive glans, closing her lips
warmly and moistly around the rubbery helm, pressuring it just below the
mushroomed cap, holding it snug like a rubber band while she selflessly
indulged in a thorough tongue washing.  She continued to famishedly suck
and lick hungrily on my distended organ, goading it into an even greater
rigidity and width, but now her fingers that had been toying with my pubes
began kneading teasingly at the heavy sac of my testicles.  And when that
wicked stimulation brought me to the point where she must have felt the
pulse beat of my hot blood as it coursed through my virile young cock she
had excited to the supreme heights of arousal, she was inspired to
audaciously press her finger into the puckered entrance to my ass!

   "Ahhhh!" I debauchedly moaned as the depraved sensation of her delicate
little fingers against my vulnerable netherhole whetted my darker desires.
"Oohhh, yessss, baby!  Do it there, too!"

   I had been deliberately restraining my innate urge to thrust but her
anal excursion shattered my self-control and I began pumping into her
hungrily accepting mouth as if into her wet cunny.  She eagerly opened her
mouth wider to permit my veined rod easy access down into the soft moist
confines of her velvet throat, my cooing woman drawing her hands around my
lean buttocks and pulling me up harder against her, beckoning me to
penetrate her lips as far as possible.  It was incredible, her impaled face
dissolutely sucking, her lips omnivorously smacking around my meaty cock as
I shafted in and out of her vacuuming mouth while I slavered diligently
within her creaming cunny.

   "Ahhhh, Sebastian!" she moaned, momentarily drawing off of me, her
breath coming in noticeably shorter gasps.  "Fuck me harder, baby, please!"

   The urgency, the desperation in her voice made me crazy so I extended
two fingers into a long, rigid line and shoved my hand against her sopping
flesh, the twin digits driving deep.  I vigorously finger-fucked her,
thrusting in and out of her gooey opening in what I hoped was a pretty
impressive imitation of my cock.  Fearing it would be sensory overload, I
had abandoned my oral assault on her clit to wield a collection of strong,
continual licks across her slippery cunny, back and forth, repeatedly, only
allowing the edge of my chin to thump against her clit to punctuate each
pleasurable finger plunge.

   By now I was almost brutally holding up her writhing ass hard into my
face with my free hand as my lips milked on her nectar sopping sweetness
and my sluicing fingers ravished the inner deliquescence.  Elaine was by no
means passive, voraciously consuming my cock sawing demandingly, her
gorging mouth straining to swallow the daunting length of my pumping penis,
making me feel so good I could barely stand it.  Her sloppily slurping lips
drew tightly around the hefty circumference as she strove to devour more
and more of me in her buttery mouth, taking it far back inside her until
the blunted tip was brushing by her tonsils and into her gullet.  She held
me there in paradise for quite some time, submerged in her throat, before
retreating.  She breathed in replenishing oxygen through her nose but even
then her teeth carefully teased the plummy helm, slipping her pointed
little tongue back and forth over the tiny slit, intensifying the
inexorably building sensations of seismic pressure tightening in my loins,
low and hot.

   "Mmmmm ...  Christ, your hot little mouth feels good on my cock..." I
gutturally moaned as I pushed my thickly throbbing penis into her.  She
latched on to my swollen rod, bobbing her head back and forth, gobbling my
beefy endowment all the way to my pubic hair on the downstroke, her tongue
tripping vivaciously around the vein-marbled shaft on the upstroke until
her teeth were nibbling gently at the spongy flesh before repeating the
deepthroat process.  I struggled to tell her how good it was but could
manage no more than a grunting moan of feral passion from under her
smothering, juice-dripping pussy, especially when she began sinfully
fingering the quivering hole between my cheeks, spreading it open then
plundering it with a moistened finger to the same forceful rhythm I was
claiming her mouth .

   The lewd noises of insatiate sucking dined the room, sibilant smacks of
sensate lust smashing against our ears, our lewd copulations echoing in
timeless response to an archetypal desire.  I thrust ecstatically harder
under this new insanely frenetic sensation, humping my cock deep between
her lips as I held her, riveting her lust-tortured pelvis to my face and
mercilessly lunging my fingers in and out of the salaciously gyrating well
of her cunny.  Groaning against the suffocating crush of her pussy, not
caring that I was struggling to breathe, I started piggishly sucking and
licking at her because I couldn't get enough, no rhyme or reason to it,
just frenzied lust on the tip of my tongue.  In her own desperation, Elaine
arched her loins down violently toward my face, the harrowing pleasure -
dulcet pain of pre-orgasmic rhythms we were both experiencing crackling
nakedly over us now.  I was thrilled by the fact that she was equally
intoxicated with rapacious pleasure, could feel it through the little pink
bud of clitoral lust I was sucking hard upon spasming crazily now as it
brinked on the edge of orgasm.

   "Oh, oh, oh!  Sebastian, make me come!" She intoned loudly now, her body
strung like a wire under mine.  "Oh fuck, that's so good!  I'm right there,
baby."

   With a savage thrust, I drove my cock back into her throat, choking off
her cries, not caring in the throes of my ferocious lust if it would
strangle her.  I was being asphyxiated myself, her hips pounding recklessly
into my face, her motions not focused, just wild, twisting and jerking
above me as she careened heedlessly towards her rampageous climax.  Tossing
to and fro on the soft wide bed, her full-titted body lurched and reeled
drunkenly above me but I was in no better state, my jaw aching, deluged in
her syrupy juices, not so much licking her now as I was just mashing my
tongue against her clit.  It didn't matter because I continued to furiously
pump my fingers into her squelching grotto, her cunny starting to contract
and dilate as I felt the crescendoing surge of her climax take hold. 
Although I didn't ever want it to end, it felt too good, wanted it to go on
and on, and while I valiantly fought my denouement, it was like trying to
hold back a raging flood and her succumbing brought my own orgasm to a
violent apogee.

   An incinerating flashfire tore through me, the resplendent bliss leaving
me crying out as I began spurting my hotly geysering cum deep into the
throat of my orgasming little beloved.  She took it all, the throating
sensation beyond bliss, swallowing quickly to keep herself from choking,
sucking down every droplet of the thick liquid seed as fast as it rushed
out.  I could feel her struggling around my twitching cock as she herself
began twisting and bucking on top of me.  Two squirts of girlcum, one after
another, splashed out, the crystalline fountains even in my ecstatic daze
shocking me.  I'd known her orgasms were very wet affairs but I'd never
realized how much of her wetness had been suppressed by her shaggy bush. 
Wanting to incite her already maelstromic rapture, I waggled my tongue over
her extended clit, suckling with fellative intensity on her sexual core. 
And to my astounded delight, she came again, convulsive spasms ripping
through her, only this time she squirted out three more jets of girlcum,
the first two gushing down my throat and the last spattering all over my
face, the over-spill slipping down my cheeks and chin and the corners of my
mouth.  I wiped it away with the back of my hand, licking her honeyed
wetness off with my tongue, then looked downward to see her still
undulating, her climactic spasms still not slackening!

   "Oh, this is incredible," I said with wondrous awe at my insatiable
woman, tugging myself out of her mouth and scooting downwards so I could
drink her up.  I had never seen Elaine in such a state.  Nothing close to
rational words came out of her mouth, only unintelligible animalistic
sounds accentuated by painfully hitching breaths.  Her face was flushed
crimson, lips nerveless around the bestial noises she was making, eyes
squinched closed.  She had her hands clutching the headboard so tightly it
whitened her knuckles but the rest of her body was in heaving motion, full
breasts dancing lewdly, lower torso tottering, legs floundering.  But it
was her pussy that truly left me breathless, the usually elegant groove now
a gaping maw, labia obscenely thick and butterflied open to flaunt the
yawing pink crevasse that was her cunny.

   "Oh, pretty pussy," I cooed admiringly as I rubbed my fingers along her
euphoria-soaked folds in what would have been typically a feathery caress
but in her condition was a provocative fondling.  She was steaming hot, the
fleshy pleats so swollen that I imagined I could feel the blood rushing
through them.  She flinched from this merest touch, her clit, now so
swollen it looked for all the world like a child's penis, visibly
trembling. The incendiary bliss running so hotly through her, I knew it
would only be a matter of time as I rubbed her, rolling her feminine
phallus between thumb and forefinger, but even I was astonished when less
30 seconds later she orgasmed yet again, a fresh rush of girlcum cascading
over my manipulating touch.  "Oh, I love this, Elaine," I confessed, truly
adoring her high-pitched cries of seemingly limitless bliss.  And then
another, this one soaking my cheeks anew.  "Oh boy, baby," I laughed, "you
are really getting me wet."

   Elaine had been near hyperventilating and I was growing legitimately
concerned by her laboring breaths that she was physically hurting but when
one of her hands fell down to push into my hair, urging me to mouth her
once more, I shook my head in wonder and set to my oral labors.  Using my
tongue to cleanse her, I started swabbing up her ambrosial wetness, knowing
even as I started the task was as hopeless as a child scooping water out of
the ocean.  Still, I did my level best, tonguing her nectarous vagina,
relieved to hear her start whispering "Oh, my God," instead of those
primitive sounds she had been making.  I glanced up and found her eyes
still shut tight but her hand had left the headboard and was now clenching
and unclenching fistfuls of bedsheets.

   I had begun to convince myself that I was mopping my love up for the
last time when I made the mistake of daubing over her clit.  Immediately,
the tension that I had thought might be receding out of her thighs instead
made the exhausted muscles ripple again and her descending cries pitched
upwards once more.  Knowing it was hopeless, I surrounded that bud in the
suckling heat of my mouth, lashed my tongue over the blunted tip, and
groaned, hoping the audial reverberations would bring her off.  It took
mere moments, and when the fulminating ecstasy started ripping through her
in jagged bolts, making her cry out and her hips arch up like a cowgirls, I
backed off.  "Oh, yeah!" I cheered, applauding the two new streams of
girlcum wetting the sheets.

   By now I knew just how miraculous this was, wanted to give my beloved
Elaine every dazzling mote of pleasure I possibly could, wanted to share
this beauty with her.  I resumed drinking up her essence, assuaging and
delighting her most intimate flesh.  At the same time, I reached up and
caught her wrist in my hands and wordlessly urged her to lace her fingers
in mine.  Her eyes opened for a split-second and though there was nothing
but silence to the onlookers, the intimacy we shared in that precious
moment, having the joy of sharing her raw sexuality together, made my heart
ache.  I lovingly wrapped my tongue around her clit, engulfing it in heat
and pressure, trying to make her feel warm and safe, until her hips
undulated and arched impossibly high.  Backing off, I slipped my mouth
downwards and opened it wide, quaffing the luscious streams of girlcum she
offered, basking in the coruscating bliss she beamed.

   I slipped back into her sex, began soothingly tongue-stroking her again,
when her hands pulled on my head, tugging me up towards her.  Her cascading
orgasms had depleted her of so much energy she could only lay there,
seismic aftershocks rippling through her, her thighs twitching convulsively
like a long-distance runner's after a grueling marathon.  I crawled up,
trying to touch her in the subtlest ways, nuzzling tenderly into the side
of her neck.  Moving down, I snuggled into her pillowy breasts, kissing her
lavish softness, slipping a hand down to cup her trying to instill calm
into her vagina, still contracting and dilating in alternate beats of
post-orgasmic descension.

   "Elaine, you are so amazing," I whispered reverentially as I gazed into
her angelic face, cheeks still flushed crimson with the titanic effort of
such boisterous cumming and the ultimate succumbing to the throes of
orgasmic terror.  We kissed, one of the sweetest, most tender kisses we
ever shared, her wheezing slowly decelerating, her spasms progressively
easing.  We shared one loving kiss after another as the tumultuous waves
gradually subsided, the delicious warmth of serenity overtaking the
exquisite agony of her paroxysms.

   "So," I whispered as the last thrill vanished inside her, "was the
theory correct?"

   "Oh, Sebastian," my beloved giggled.  "Thank you so much for this.  This
was ... it was..."

   "It was precious," I breathed, the two of us touching our foreheads
together, happy and content as I never had been before.

   I had wanted to take Elaine into the shower and cleanse her properly but
she had begged me off, telling me a lady sometimes needs a moment to
herself.  We kissed and as she showered, I tugged on my boxers then began
to clean up.  Yanking the sheets off the bed, I shook my head in awed
disbelief, noting that a good quarter of the fabric was soused with her
juices.  It took a short search to find the linen closet but by the time
she came back, wrapped up in an elegant kimono and toweling her hair dry, I
had replaced the sheets, comforter, quilt and even the pillow slips!

   "Sebastian, I want to thank you for this." She breathed, her eyes
shimmering.  "I love you."

   Still whirling in emotion, I took her in my arms and we kissed, a long
torrid kiss, one full of emotion and desire and passion and...

   ... and I was so lost in the moment that I never heard him at the door.

   "I hate you!" Ethan hissed, and we both jumped, moving to cover
ourselves, but it was too late.  Much too late.  He was standing there, his
face contorted an ugly red, his eyes seething slits, his hands clenched
into tight fists of murderous rage.

   "Ethan," I protested, instinctively shoving Elaine behind my back, my
only thought, strangely enough, was of protecting her.  From her son.... 
"This is not what you think it is."

   It was not the right thing to say.

   It sounds so strange, but a split second later I knew Ethan was going to
punch me square in the face and I was okay with it because I had this
preternatural knowledge that as soon as he hit me, it would vent his rage
and he would leave his crying mother alone.  Of course it did nothing to
alleviate the sickening anguish exploding through my rattled teeth when the
solid left cross shattered into my jaw.  And it really did jack crap to
stop him from landing a second devastating strike, this one a straight jab,
landing flush between my left cheek and my nose, this detonation of
blinding agony accompanied by a spray of crimson blood flashing before my
eyes and the rushing feeling of cruel gravity as I crashed into the floor.

   "I hate you both!" he screamed, turning and slamming the door behind
him. And just like that, the moment was gone.  The hottest afternoon of my
entire life, gone up in fucking flames.



   Author's Note

   Wow.

   I'm seriously considering putting up a "deleted scenes" addition once
this crazy epic is finished because, folks, there were some pretty radical
changes made during the ridiculously long editing of this chapter.  The
last page alone went through I'm not going to even guess how many revisions
- the version you see now is by far the shortest.  Still have the rough
outline of the saga intact but there was an entire subplot cut out of this
one.

   There were also additional pages of dialogue deleted concerning the
dilemma of being intimate with twins/brothers/sisters that I felt, and my
faithful editor more or less agreed with, didn't really apply to the action
of the scene.

   In response to the repeat questions I've been getting:

   - Story is set in the late 1980s.  There was (basically) no Internet and
all that it entailed.

   - No, there will be no incest.  I fin that squicky.  Loads o other
places you can get your fix for that.  Try Kelly's Diary *natch*

   - Nope, not based in real life though I'm very much inspired by certain
real world events, both in my life an people I know.  I specifically have
created the Blue Bay world in an effort to highlight the unreal reality of
it all (if you know what I mean).  Story is meant to be erotic, not a
hard-hitting doco-drama on the realities of May/September romances.

   - Nope, I will not change my purplish prose, adjective-fetishized
writing technique.  I'm a pretty stylized when it comes to this and have no
intention of changing it.  On the other hand, if you wish to download and
delete all the delicious/scintillating/engorged/whatever adjectives, be my
guest.  Just don't repost somewhere else without (preferably) my permission
or (minimally) giving me some degree of credit.  That would be dishonest
and don't you think theres enough dishonesty on the web already?

   I've said it before but it bears repeating: amazed by quantity and
quality of feedback.  Believe you me, each is read and seriously
considered.
   Thoughts, comments, criticisms, whatever - shadesofextasy@hotmail.com