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   Mutually Satisfying Part 2

   Approx 7,500 words - Story codes as follows - FM mutual masturbation

   Comments - this is the first time I've ever posted in chapters but this
one seemed to be ripe for it as its an episodic tale, focusing on a young
woman's experiences with this particular kink.  This is part 2 of 4 with
number 3 already written and to be posted in a few days.  All other
chapters are of generally the same theme with minor variations each time

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



   When Anne graduated from GulfCoast University, she and Rob finally
admitted they were traveling down different roads in life and broke up, but
not before she had discovered that, aside from hot and heavy intercourse,
her favorite sexual activity remained being mutual masturbation.  Once she
had had a taste of it, she insatiably craved more.  But because
masturbation is, of course, the most private of private acts, naturally you
can't simply go out on the street and ask someone if they'd like to beat
off with you, though the notion did cross her mind more than twice because
there was just something about bringing herself off in front of another
person that really affected her.  Because it took some practice before she
felt really comfortable in sharing, she certainly did not share it with all
of her lovers, in fact not for fully a year after she left Rob, but she
felt certain that within her wide range of friends and acquaintances, she
must have one or two who were open enough to share the unique thrill of
getting off together.

   As time went on, Anne found herself to be a very sexual woman but she
was also a career woman, dedicated to succeeding in her chosen profession
of journalism, and she needed to concentrate on her work before she could
make any serious commitments.  While she didn't want a regular lover in her
life, she didn't want to be altogether without sexual fulfillment
altogether and her fantasy dreams showed her the way.  These fantasies were
vivid and sexually charged but they never included intercourse, just
plain-old, mutually satisfying, old-fashioned mutual masturbation.

   What made mutual masturbation so appealing for Anne was it was great
fun, the inherent ability to set her own tempo, pressure and placement of
fingers or hands always insuring a first-rate orgasm.  There was the added
benefit of intimacy without the intricacy.  That is, the moment she lost
control and squealed in orgasmic bliss was made all the more thrilling
being witnessed by another party.  And, of course, watching a partner in
the throes of breathtaking bliss doubled her own excitement, all without
the entanglements inherent to physical contact.

   Because she knew it would be rare to find an individual who could sit
with their partner and be content to solely masturbate into oblivion, Anne
considered herself lucky to find any aficionados whatsoever of her
particular kink.  The few times she shared this with her closest
girlfriends, their responses were always the same.  Masturbation?  With a
man?  Why?  She tried to explain the intensity of her enjoyment of that
sexual pleasure when she'd first experimented with it with Rob and that her
love for it had never diminished.  She also understood, like a lot of
women, that intercourse could take a relationship with a casual lover to
deeper emotional levels, levels she knew were inappropriate for the vast
majority of her acquaintances, even the more intimate ones.

   Despite her initial trepidation, Anne soon discovered that masturbation,
in all its many forms, was becoming a favorite activity for the sexually
adventurous rather than just a cure for the sexually frustrated.  These
were chance meetings that happened quite organically, intimate encounters
that proved most fulfilling.  Amongst her more memorable partners was Rick,
quite good-looking with pretty brown eyes and a petulant, pouty mouth.  She
met him at a club in downtown Blue Bay and knew she would never have sex
with him.  When she's getting laid, she likes to surrender herself
completely, and Rick simply wasn't the kind of man who could elicit those
sorts of submissive feelings in her.  On the other hand, she was more than
happy to masturbate with him and the two of them jerked off together for
six months without ever intimately touching one another.

   Playing with Rick was a lot of fun, but on the other end of the spectrum
lay Jesse, one of her favorite people to masturbate with.  Tall and
broad-shouldered, about forty years old, with rugged good looks, he was a
long-distance trucker who owned and operated his own big rig.  As a result,
he was out of town more often than not, which was fine with Anne, because
as much as she loved fucking him, she never wanted him around all of the
time.  He was one of those guys who was great for a night or two of torrid,
uninhibited lovemaking, but he was far too macho to put up with for very
long.  You know the kind.

   Jesse would typically show up unannounced at three in the morning.  Anne
would meet him at the door in her nightie and would barely have the sleep
out of her eyes before his jeans were down around his ankles and his
fabulously thick cock was spearing into her tender pussy.  He would pin her
against the refrigerator, with her bare ass squeaking against the chilly
metal each time he rammed his throbbing rod home.  The lateral pressure of
his demanding thickness against her sleek walls was wonderfully fulfilling,
and the stretched-wide mouth of her cunny shimmered with erotic pleasure.
She found herself yelping and going up on tippy-toes, and when his hot
cream foamed into her in squirting blasts, she gave him a passionate kiss
and dissolved into a terrific climax.

   It would be after that first wham-bam fuck that their onanistic playing
would begin, Jesse sprawled out on her bed with a can of BullyFrog beer,
smoking a cigarette, idly fondling his softened penis while Anne sat in
front of him, provocatively playing with herself.  As intense as their
first fuck and her subsequent orgasm, had been, all it would ever do was
leave the embers smolder inside her and it wasn't long before she had three
fingers deep inside her trembling pussy, squishing around in the slippery
semen he'd just ejaculated.  The mingled perfume of his redolent semen and
her spicy honey gave the air a deliciously sexy fragrance, one that
apparently turned her redneck boyfriend on to no end.

   Watching Jesse's cock slowly but surely balloon from its flaccid state
to its full prodigious dimensions gradually made the embers of Anne's lust
begin to glow again, and that lulling warmth quickening in her tummy turned
into searing heat and caught fire.  Just like that, all in an instant, she
was ravenously horny and fucking herself in earnest.  They moved in perfect
onanistic synchronicity, both of them panting heavily and sprinting toward
the finish line.  He was now kneeling before her, pumping his enormous cock
with his frenetically sliding hand, his penis so engorged that the purplish
glans looked as big as her fist.  She felt herself being drawn into the
feverish energy possessing him until she too was lost in the private dream
world they paradoxically shared ~~ Jesse furiously pounding his blue-veined
erection, and she shoving three fingers into her gooey slit while
mercilessly frigging her clit with her thumb.  Seconds later, his seed
sprang forth in geysers of semen, and when one of the spurts splattered
wetly on her quaking thigh, her womb went radiant with white light.

   But as much fun as Jesse and Rick were, they paled in comparison to the
first masturbatory romp Anne shared with an anonymous stranger.  It all
started one night when she and her friend Janie attended a party at a
multi-million dollar row house in downtown Blue Bay held in celebration of
one of Janie's friends' publishing debut.  The room was packed with an
array of authors, publicists, and other members of the literati, many of
whom were younger men.  The energy was abundant, the scent of high summer
in the air, and the chic tribal-sounding music was pounding rhythmically,
erotically.

   "Mm-mmm, Anne, look at that one."

   Anne rolled her eyes at Janie's words and sipped her Cosmopolitan, not
even bothering to look.  After all, she had to be one of the horniest
people Anne had ever met.  Her husband could attest to that.  But Janie
still certainly liked to look, and since Anne was single, Janie lived
vicariously through her.  Of course, Anne, having just heard a horror story
about one the editor's at work marriage having gone sour, was not in any
way interested in a lasting relationship, or even the perfect guy with some
carry-on baggage.  And even if he was as good-looking as Janie's drooling
had implied, she wasn't the type to lust after a married man.

   But Janie was persistent, tugging her elbow to turn.  Once she had, Anne
was "forced" to look upon an impressive sight, her gaze roaming about his
physical features over and over again, familiarizing herself with every
scrumptious detail.  He had an intensely masculine face, chiseled features,
a cleft chin and a strongly defined clean-shaven jaw.  Smoldering eyes,
brown, deep brown, like dark mocha chocolate, made all the more alluring by
his olive tinted complexion and lips that weren't thick, but full,
succulent.  Dense inky black hair, tapered on the sides, swept back and
falling in short waves.  It was the exotic look that sent her heart racing.

   If it had been his face alone, Anne would have been thankful, but the
gods seemed to gift him in every way possible.  His body was gorgeous,
absolutely superb with the power to make women swoon ~~ Anne knew she did!
The maroon shirt he wore suggested he was long and lean, beautifully
muscled but elegant.  His forearms and biceps had the tough, sinewy
strength of a man of action rather than a weight-room warrior.  The
well-developed thighs that stretched his khaki pants similarly strengthened
her conviction that he had an animal's economic grace of powerful function,
rather than a man-made mass of muscle hiding the male body's true
potential, and no amount of exercise could have made him more appealing.

   Janie left perhaps twenty minutes later and Anne and the mystery man
spent the next hour trading surreptitious glances, the subtle foreplay
exciting her imagination so much that she had a hard time making small talk
with the succession of table-hoppers who joined her after her girlfriend
left.  She attempted varying tacts with this sexy stranger, her feigned
disinterest designed to fuel his desire, but apparently not enough to make
an initial approach, Finally, she shored up her courage and, heart beating
rapidly, walked toward the amazing specimen.  He must have been awaiting
her approach because he turned early on, his twinkling eyes sweeping over
her figure, roving over her body.  Her pussy quivered under the scrutiny,
and she almost wished she was wearing cutoff shorts and a form-fitting
tank-top for their first meeting.

   They started talking, idle chatter that led her to understand he was a
successful copyright lawyer, recently divorced, who had business dealings
with the publishing world.  She learned some other things as well ~~ his
delectably masculine scent, just barely touched with a citrus cologne, the
shape of his muscular ass when he bent over, even where the tanned flesh of
his broad back gave way to the creamy white skin beneath the waistband of
his pants.  In addition to his physical charms, the combination of his
great charm and the intriguing aphrodisiac of his sophistication made him
the perfect candidate for conquest.  And, just for icing on the cake, he
spoke with a slight accent she couldn't quite place but found terribly
sexy.

   Eventually, after two iced drinks that left them both with a very
pleasant glow on their faces, the sexy guy started coming on strong.  While
he made suggestive comments, his hungry eyes feasted on the sumptuous shape
of her thinly veiled breasts and rested on the delicate curve of her
waspish waist and the promise of a small ass beneath her flowing skirt. 
She wasn't any more subtle than he was, responding with risqué replies
behind a coquettish façade, letting her own gaze linger on what she
considered a gorgeous specimen of masculine hunkiness.  He embodied the
ultimate sex symbol for her and she was not afraid to admit it.  But the
fact of the matter was, she didn't want to talk to this guy.  She didn't
even want to know his name.  She simply wanted to experience sexual energy
in his presence.

   After a while, he asked Anne back to his place.  She said no.  Not that
she wasn't sorely tempted.  He told her he was attracted to her and wanted
to make love with her.  And he said it in a debonair-smooth voice and with
much sensitivity, behind which she sensed a sexual volcano ready to erupt.
She explained to him that she thought he was a marvelously handsome man and
she simply adored the attention he gave her but she had no intentions of
getting into bed with him.  What she didn't say was she was frantically
trying to figure out how to enjoy passionate sex with this guy but not go
home with him.  She didn't want the entanglements that could result.  In
fact, she didn't want to fuck him, period.  She was just filled with sexual
energy that needed release.

   "You know, though," Anne unabashedly blurted out.  "We might be able to
find a quiet place here."

   "We might at that," he said with a laugh, then turned serious.  "But I
don't have protection."

   Anne was truly grateful, for both his honesty and concern, but it played
perfectly into her plans of finding a secret place, tearing off her clothes
and masturbating while he watched and, hopefully, joined in.  "Well, if you
promise, if you vow, that you don't make a move towards me that I don't
request, we'll see what we can do."

   "My word of honor."

   Satisfied, Anne and the mystery man started off on a little search. 
They moved through the sprawling home, looking into closets, entryways and
parlors, looking for a place that was secluded.  She had noticed both the
oak stairway blocked off by a chain and the sharp-eyed tuxedoed servant
flanking it as she was introduced to their host so the stealthy search was
forced to wander into less likely areas, like the kitchen, bustling with
activity.  She was beginning to despair before she noticed a small door
tucked off in a neglected corner.  Assuming it was a pantry, she tried the
knob, opened it up and was astonished to see a small staircase leading
upwards.  Assuming it was a servant's stairway, but not really caring, she
went back to the dark-eyed stranger, motioned for him to follow her, then
sneaked back, shutting the door firmly behind them.

   The first room they tried on the second floor was locked but the second
swung open.  Anne entered the room with a brazen confidence that made her
blood pound in her body.  Curious, she cast a quick eye around the
well-furnished and obviously masculine bedroom.  An enormous bed she judged
to be a king size took up close to a third of the room in the far corner.
Deep cobalt blue blankets were crisply folded, and she hazarded a guess the
sheets had been changed only that afternoon.  A polished mahogany dresser
sat opposite the bed, and matching bedside tables flanked the bed.  A
walk-in wardrobe, with doors thrown open, showed a neat row of pants and
shirts, a number of more casual T-shirts, jeans and sweat pants ordered
along on hangers.

   "Now," Anne said in a voice whose severity surprised her but she knew
from past experience how important it was to set limitations for this kind
of game.  "Remember you promised not to do a single thing I haven't given
you permission to."

   "Yes, but...I need you," he said in a voice that actually had a trace of
honest pain.  She was surprised and then noticed not only the color surge
in his handsome face but also that his pants were almost tented with the
huge stand of his erection.

   "Then I'll take care of you," she said with a sultry smile, trying to
bite down on her emergent lust, while still following the electricity
between them.  She couldn't build a fire if she lost control now.  "But you
must understand something.  I have no desire to be a tease, to leave you
unsatisfied, but I also am willing to perform only one sexual act with you.
I do it quite well." She liked the shock which appeared on his face when he
heard the cocky remark.  It occurred to her he probably thought it meant
she was going to give him a blowjob and thought what she was going to give
him was even better than that, though he probably didn't know it.  "Just
let me take care of everything."

   When Anne deftly pivoted and walked towards the bed, she was rewarded
with a little moan of disappointment from the sexy stranger.  The sound
forced her to walk slowly because already her pussy was swollen and every
step caused a torturous friction between her legs.  Casually dropping her
clutch to the floor, she turned her back to him with a swish of her hips.
She bent over, knowing her flowery skirt was just barely long enough to
hide her panties and only give him the most teasing hint of her curvy ass,
as she unbuckled the spaghetti straps of her stiletto sandals.  Her ears
hummed with the rush of blood as she bent over.  She shuffled her legs
slightly, enjoying the faint breeze from her pleated skirt as it flirted
with the curves of her rump.  Unbuckling with trembling fingers one, then
the other of her stilettos, she stepped from them as she stood up and
turned around with a raised eyebrow.

   By the time she faced him once again, the anonymous stranger's eyes were
on her face, but from the dilated pupils and the deep flush across his
cheeks, she knew he had received an eyeful of her ass.  She hadn't actually
flashed him, but she might as well have.  She wanted to laugh but
restrained herself, neither of them saying a word as she, taking her own
sweet time, fiddled as she pretended a look of concentration on her face
before nimbly undoing the buttons then drawing her lavender halter-top up
over her head, leaving her breasts restrained by only a strapless bra. 
Twisting her arms behind her, making certain to raise and push out her
chest at the same time, she toyed with the button and zipper to her short
skirt.

   Furtively studying the sexy man watching her, Anne felt a thrill of
female vanity to realize he also took his time to check her out.  His
flashing eyes hungrily roved over her bare shoulders, her rounded breasts
pushed together and presented almost on a platter from the cut of her bra.
Her stomach wasn't exactly flat, but only very slightly rounded with a
slight rise no number of aerobics classes would get rid of due to her love
of chocolate and pasta.  Even with her somewhat curved tummy, she knew she
could hold her head high with pride over her nubile body.  As she slowly
lowered the zipper at the back of her skirt, the faint zzzz accompanying
the loosening of the fastener, she shimmied her hips from side to side to
allow the skirt to pool at her bare feet.

   "You look relaxed," the cute guy said, a smile playing at the corner of
his lips after Anne clambered on to the bed, loungingly stretched out,
leaning back against the pillows splayed along the headboard.  Despite his
attempt to play it casually, betrayed by the near-obscene bulging in his
pants, she noticed his bunched fists.  She grinned wickedly, relishing the
power she felt.

   "Not quite relaxed," Anne purred.  Her honeyed juices had begun flowing
within her calescent cunny, and her liquid core pulsed, stirring
restlessly. Of its own accord, her hand fluttered to her chest, and she
automatically stroked the lacey material just above her nipple.  Raising
her eyes beneath her battered lashes, she saw the tendons in her admirer's
neck tauten and his shimmering eyes darken.  She really enjoyed that
unbridled reaction, and completely free from her inhibitions, she smiled
lazily.  "Know what I want to do with you tonight?" she asked in her
sultriest voice.

   His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he shook his head.

   Anne's dainty fingers continued circling her nipple, which had now
shamelessly hardened and was now completely visible through the
semi-translucence of her bra.  She pinched the sensitive nub and moaned
slightly.  "I want you to watch me doing this," she whispered.

   The wild-eyed man stared at her self-ministrating hand as she continued
pinching herself.  "Is that all you want to show me," he managed to ask,
his voice harsh with its burden of lust.

   Anne coquettishly bit her lower lip and shook her head before she raised
her arms behind her back.  Twisting her body to flaunt herself, she sighed
audibly as she single-handedly unclasped her bra and freed her breasts from
their bondage.  The lavender bra dropped from her hands, already forgotten,
to the floor, and when she cupped her full breasts from below, as if to
offer herself to him, he let out a groan of appreciation, letting her know
that he liked what he saw.  Topless, she stared at him, her already
heightened sexual impulses going crazy between seeing the telltale bulge
bloating out the front of his slacks and the added excitement of getting it
on with only a closed door between them and about a hundred other people.

   Palming her own breasts, massaging them gently to plump them up, Anne
looked across the room and was pleased to see the mysterious hunk
fumblingly unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off slowly, more because of
nerves than art.  Easing some of her own sexual tension by toying with her
plump nipples she watched him undress, pleased at her ability to stay
disciplined but scared by the threat he offered.  He was so incredibly
tempting.  Finally, he managed to drop the shirt carelessly on the floor
onto the floor behind him and stood to face her again.  He wore no
under-shirt and his bare chest boasted tantalizing pectoral muscles with a
sprinkling of magnificent fur.  The hair, which darkened as it formed a
narrow trail downwards, trailed from the center of his chest to his waist,
the sight of it disappearing underneath his belt making her mouth water and
her heart skip a beat.  His shoulders were broad, leading to arms ~~ no,
cannons were a better description.  Bulging biceps held her gaze, traveling
down to large hands that rested next to picture-perfect abs, an eight-pack
to be exact.

   Waves of sensuous pleasure shimmered through Anne as her hands glided
over her surging breasts.  She paused for just a moment to lick her fingers
before grazing them in a playful dance over her throbbingly erect nipples.
She closed her eyes and dreamily sighed as she titillated the chubby
nubbins while squeezing her soft, rounded flesh.  Arching forward at a
sudden rush of deliquescent pleasure, she knew she was getting too hot,
could come at any second, and had to go slowly.  Besides, her sexily
panting voyeur was enjoying the show and she wanted to make it last as long
as possible.

   To Anne's wicked delight, the devilishly cute man, dark eyes fixed on
hers, breathing raggedly but without any attempt to hide himself, covered
the hard spikes of his own smallish nipples gently with his palms.  He
enjoyed touching himself, evidenced by his nostrils flaring as he drew a
shuddering breath, and that realization sent liquid heat rolled through her
body, from where it had simmered deep inside.  Her silk panties were now
very damp, as her fiery core melted under his intense eyes.  Licking her
lips, glanced downwards once more at that mouthwatering bulge and wondered
what his cock might taste like, if he already had pre-cum coating his tip,
and if he'd be musky, or spicy with his salty seed.  She could tell from
the massive protuberance that he would be big, far more than a mouthful and
it made her wonder if she still could loosen her throat to deepthroat a man
as she was taught many a year ago...

   With her bright eyes holding the nameless man's dark ones, alight with
unconcealed lust, she hooked her thumbs into the edge of her lacy panties
and, with a shimmy of her hips stripped the bottom half of her body naked
for him.  Now completely nude, she paused, closing her eyes as she struck a
pose, allowing him time to take her in.  She heard a low growl in her
voyeur's throat, and when she looked up at him, the barefaced hunger, the
eager desire she could so easily read in his gaze had her creaming even
more for him.  Her darker blonde curls covering her semi-modestly had been
clipped short.  Anne disliked being shorn nude, but she quite enjoyed just
a light sprinkling of hair at the apex of her creamy groove to give her
sensation when a lover went down on her.  She had also never heard a bad
word at the spiky contrast her spiky fluff gave to her smooth skin.

   "God, you're beautiful," he said in a voice so gruff and sexy it sent
shivers down her body.

   She looked pointedly at the bulge in his slacks.  "I bet you are, too."

   He gave a grunt, he promptly yanked off his belt and unzipped his pants,
then fanned his fingers to spread the flaps before, in a suddenly quick,
economical motion, he tugged his pants off his hips, down his legs and off
his feet in no time, revealing, to Anne's astonished delight, a gleaming
white athletic supporter.  She always felt that men were so lucky to be
able to wear that provocative piece of clothing.  For all their talk about
sexy panties or silk stockings look on a woman, there really was no piece
of underwear so erotic to her as a jockstrap.  The cinched tight elastic
band was such a masculine thing, with its tiny, bright band of color.  The
two supporting straps that began at the flanks, moved around to his rear,
and then dove down into that vulnerable place between a man's legs.  His
straining erection was pushing valiantly against the mesh fabric of the cup
whereas his well-formed ass was delectably exposed.

   With a shuddering exhalation, the mysterious stud wrenched off his
underwear, kicking it off his bare feet.  His tumescent penis, emerging
from a dense thicket of thick, dark curls to point proudly toward her,
gleamed hot and crimson, the color of life, against the bronzed skin of his
groin.  Anne had guessed from the behemoth bulge its general size, but she
never would have guessed it was so damn good-looking, the most delectable
engorged cock she had ever seen.  Uncut and beefy, its prodigious thickness
had her inner walls trembling.  She doubted her hand could wrap completely
around it at the base, just above his foreskin's beautiful ruffled cowl. 
Her tongue crept out to briefly caress her suddenly-parched lips as she
thought she had seen her fair share of cocks, both aroused and quiescent,
had played with some and been intimate with a handful.  But she'd seen very
few uncircumcised ones like his that made her start thinking of stallions.
Big studs, not polite riding horses.  A Lipizzaner perhaps or a Clydesdale.

   While the sexy stranger enigmatically piled in quick, certain movements
a number of stray throw pillows up along the foot of the bed, Anne
swallowed hard and considered his entire body, staring at the magnificent
male caught in full living color before her, feasting her eyes on his
scrumptious nakedness.  As he moved, his heavy organ swayed, displaying the
massive sac of his pendulous scrotum, the low-slung balls more than
matching his magnificent cock.  She put her fist to her mouth to stifle a
whimper, her seditious body trembling, and she had to make a conscious
effort to jerk it back under her controlling leash.  She noticed his wild
eyes glinting, his mouth curved in a hard smile as he settled against the
cushioning pillows and canted his knees somewhat.

   "I want to watch you touch yourself for me," he throatily urged her,
licking his lips as his gaze continued to rake over her.

   She did not need the encouragement, his perfectly built body on display
for her perusal more than enough motivation.  Raising her hands to her
chest, she cupped her breasts, twirling her turgid nipples between her
tweaking thumb and forefinger, her legs shaking slightly with the rush of
pleasure the deceptively simple action caused.  Her breasts had always been
ultrasensitive, so hard they ached and she arched her back into the heated
sparks the motion sent throughout her body.  She toyed with her pillowy
tits for a few more moments, lifting them up so her nameless admirer could
see them flush and the pointed, rock-hard nipples that begged for his
mouth.

   His eyes darkened and he wasted no time grasping his large, thick
arousal in his hands, stroking slowly as he continued to watch her.  She
caught every detail, from the way his fingers curled around the beefy shaft
to the slit cresting the bulbous tip already oozing pearlescent droplets of
pre-cum.  At first she was amazed he needed no lubrication upon his
throbbing organ, thinking he might have to conduct a frantic search for a
bottle of moisturizer, but she'd forgotten his was an uncut cock, its
natural casing so flexible and its motions against his proportion so
sensual, that he needed no lotion but was blessed with a wonderfully
natural touch.

   As his hand caressed the long length of his sleek shaft, stroking it
slowly with pressuring fingertips, he watched the way her eyes zealously
followed his every move.  Empowered by the look of pure hunger on his face
and tantalized by her own tugging and twisting on her big russet nipples,
she trailed one hand slowly down her torso teasing herself and her
anonymous spectator as his eyes hotly watched the progress of her hand
sliding down her abdomen, toying a moment with her short curls.  Her plump
mound was hot beneath her touch and she could not help but dip lower.  She
almost swooned when her fingertips grazed over the moist softness of her
swollen vulval petals and felt her warm honey weeping out of her fleshy
split and puddling between her legs.

   Neither Anne nor the anonymous man could help but laugh at the
improbable scene, sitting at opposite ends of a bed ~~ her leaning against
the headboard with her long legs wide apart, her fingers pulling open her
juicy pussy to show off her satiny pink hole and him at the foot of the
mattress, holding onto his erection, standing straight up, hard as a spike
with a strand of glistening pre-come dribbling down the shaft, both of them
masturbating like crazy.  It was a totally immoderate thing to do, and
though she enjoyed voyeurs watching her, the innate intimacy of sharing the
secret pleasure of masturbation with a total stranger was different, more
profound.  What was most outrageous, though, was enjoying the unique
thrills of mutual masturbation secretly between the two of them while the
French doors leading out onto a balcony were wide open, where not only did
a warm sea breeze rustle through but also the raucous sounds of the party
being held below.  The added danger of possibly being caught made it all
the sweeter because they were both having such a good time!

   Holding herself open in such a slutty way right in front a mysterious
stranger made Anne feel wonderfully bitchy and lewd.  But it was the
genuine adoration in his flashing eyes as he gaped between her spread legs,
peering into her glistening tunnel and breathing in the exotic scent of her
womanhood that truly thrilled her.  When she dipped two fingers into her
gooey vagina, lazily stirring them about in the nectar-drenched flesh
before showily sucking on her sticky fingers, savoring the peppery-sweet
flavor of her hot pussy, seeing him all but wagging his tail in lecherous
delight made her so gloriously horny she could already sense an impending
climax.

   Trying to stave off her ultimate bliss, Anne didn't help her efforts by
watching the horse-hung man masturbating in front of her.  He had started
really slowly, his strong hands gliding along the entire length of his long
shaft and pumping himself in firm, strong, calculated strokes, sighing with
shameless pleasure as he gave himself a sensual self-induced delight.  She
enjoyed seeing the deliberation with which he masturbated, sensing that
here was a man equally skilled at giving a good, back-breaking fuck as he
in enjoying the subtle nuances of onanistic pleasure that was born of a
skilled, leisurely stroke-off.  She equally enjoyed the visual delights he
gifted her, her eyes feasting on the throbbing organ that looked so hard,
meaty, filled with expectation in his strong hands.

   The sexual energy in that bedroom was growing intense and Anne's eyes
drifted closed and she luxuriated in the sumptuous pleasure she was giving
herself as she continued her slow fingertip dance of pleasure.  Honed by
years of practice, her technique was exquisite, fingers sliding up and down
her tender labia and circling around her aching clitoris in ever-changing
patterns and rhythms, each time insinuating a little deeper into her plush
folds, a little closer to that throbbing nubbin.  With each dip into her
lubricious sex, her fingers, sliding around easily, dripped with a little
more steamy honey until she was unable to resist the temptation to touch
her erect clit.  When she grazed the pad of her thumb over the fleshy bud,
waves of diaphanous pleasure rushed up her spine, eliciting a surprised
gasp from her.  She had known she was sensitive, but she shocked herself
even with that temperate touch.  Her legs felt wobbly but she instinctively
arched her back against the headboard for support, spread her legs even
wider as she continued her onanistic ministrations in her creaming pussy,
fingers dancing across her clit again, making her moan with lascivious
enjoyment.

   When Anne's eyes fluttered open, she saw the well-hung man still rubbing
himself with long, slow strokes, obviously savoring the decadent feeling,
knowing fingers slowly pulling on his beefy shaft, lengthening it even
more. He seemed to be focusing on manipulating the lovely foreskin, letting
it slide back into place as a protective covering every time he had pulled
it all the way back to bare his bulbous glans.  Then he held the sheath
back with one hand, exposing the blunted purple-hued dome, looking as juicy
and succulent as a ripe plum, just begging to be sucked.  Now he
concentrated his self-loving manipulations on the bloated tip, using all
ten fingers to fondle the glossy helm, exploring the engorged fleshiness,
running around the knobby ridge that separated the tip from the shaft,
tapping lightly over his leaky slit.  When he began alternating a deep
massage with feather-light touches, he drove himself crazy with desire, his
breathing becoming short and erratic, his gasping sighs of unabashed
pleasure filling the room.

   Seeing the expression of pure ecstasy on his face, his breathy sighs and
adoring litany of rhapsodic music to her ears, inspired Anne's own fierce
arousal.  Heightening the intensity of her own handiwork, she easily
plunged first one, then two, then three fingers deep into her cunny, loving
the juicy sound her succulent arousal made throughout the room.  She curled
her fingers to graze her G-spot, moaning deeply when she reached the
ultrasensitive flesh, squirming on the bed, a slow build to a fantastic
climactic beginning.  Her head fell forward, her body shuddering, feeling
her sexual tension building, edging steadily towards the point of no
return. Sweat had begun to pool on her tummy and low animal moans escaped
from her lips.  Every inch of her taut body was on fire from the loving
caresses she was bestowing upon herself and even with her eyes closed and
her head bent forward she could feel the nameless stranger's eyes upon her,
and that wicked knowledge pushed her further towards the edge.

   Somehow, Anne managed to lift her head and watch as her anonymous lover
stroked himself, his breath coming in quick pants.  When his eyes caught
hers, he wordlessly questioned her approval.  Her eyes blazed back at him.
Couldn't he tell how much she liked watching him?  His resultant smile
blazed in startled triumph, that of a man who had set a woman trembling by
simply allowing her to see him.  He growled, low and deep in his throat
like a wild tiger that scented his mate, then began to stroke himself
again. He no longer taunted himself by playing solely with the bulbous
glans but had wrapped both hands around his pulsating shaft, moving it back
and forth, up and down, humping his hips to deepen and quicken the
intimately masturbatory contact.

   Anne moaned, the image of the wild-eyed stranger masturbating before her
a darkly erotic picture she couldn't help but be tempted by.  She could
tell he held himself in a tightly controlled grip, so he wouldn't come
before her, but she was writhing towards her own hot hands that knew a
thousand ways to make her hot.  Three fingers pumped with deep, forceful
thrusts in and out of her slippery pussy, spasming and dripping with need,
her other hand vigorously stroking her red-hot clitoris.  As the silky
inner muscles cinched tightly around the familiarly stroking digits, she
lost sight of everything but the dazzling pleasures she was immersed in. 
Even though she longed to delay their moment of climax, her body betrayed
her, screaming for release and she added a fourth finger, whimpering
slightly at the full, stuffed-to-the-brim feeling it gave her, loving every
delicious moment of it.

   Anne was almost there, the desire for the nameless stranger's tasty cock
exponentially increasing her licentious need, her bawdy pleasure, and she
opened her eyes to see the object of her lusty desire.  He was now kneeling
on the bed, keeping up a steady motion of his hand on his big cock, and she
watched mesmerized as he sexily stroked himself, the strain and the effort
of keeping himself in check etched over his devilishly handsome features.
His broad chest lifted and fell with his labored breathing that was now
growing faster, his glittering eyes glued to her loins where her hands
worked their magic.  She hungrily licked her lips, imagining her tongue
wetly caressing his impressive shaft.  Then she closed her eyes and gave
herself over to her own pleasure.

   Past self-torture, sensing an impending explosion, Anne began wildly
finger-fucking herself, driving deep into her cunny then pulling back to
run circles around her clitoris before plunging back in again.  Incessant
frissons of shivering ecstasy thrilled her, sending her escalating pleasure
spiking higher, very nearly sending her over the edge, but this saporific
delight was too good to end quite yet.  But when she tried to decelerate,
her mutinous body rebelled, her breathing becoming erratic and she began to
whimper, thinking her heart would burst.  When she knew she couldn't go any
higher without exploding, was on the verge of coming, she wreaked all
restraint and really got into it, driving into herself with unleashed fury,
her entire lower torso rolling with the tumultuous intensity.

   "Im coming," Anne whispered, almost there, her mind a blank, her entire
body taut with expectancy, every muscle and tendon beginning to spasm with
the imminent release.

   "Go ahead," the sexy stranger said.  A guttural groan issuing from his
lips made her open her eyes and she saw streams of glistening sweat
spilling down his muscular body, his eyes wide with awe at the vision of
her pleasuring herself, his own masturbatory pumping action furious.  "I
want to watch your beautiful body come.  I want to see you soak those
gorgeous fingers."

   With four fingers inside herself, literally flowing with her pleasure,
Anne curved a finger to caress her G-spot just as her thumb continued to
graze over her clit.  That did it ~~ the dual sensations pitching her over
the edge, her whole body bucking and kicking, wracked by a mind-blowing
orgasm.  A devastating rush of ravishing sweetness flooded through her
belly, punctuated by a second mini-climax, as fierce and unexpected as a
shooting star, flashing out of her clitty in a shower of coruscating sparks
that ripped through her cunny.  Her pussy, greedily clutching her churning
fingers, was still convulsing in quick contractions as her bliss-inundated
body squeezed out its sweet release.  Endless hot flashes swept through her
in cauterizing surges and she felt great gushes of girlcum squirting out as
she came with wild abandon.

   Torpidly dazed and deliriously happy, Anne lay there for a while in the
afterglow of her turbulent orgasm, her ravaged body pushed over the peak
physically, floating into the dreamland of blissful sexual release.  She
felt fantastic, beautiful and supremely feminine.

   Anne opened her eyes, planning on drawing her fingers out of her
drenched pussy, but when she saw the wild-eyed stranger frantically
masturbating, gaping at his up-close view of her dripping sex.  There was
so much viscous liquid seeping from the blunted tip of his big cock that
she knew he couldn't be far from his crucial moment.  The knowledge that
she had him on the run, combined with the sound of the throaty groans
coming from his throat, practically primal, brought a fresh flood of
stickiness to her insatiable cunny.  Amazed by her horniness, she started
masturbating right along with him again, rolling her hard little nub
beneath her fingers, and in just thirty seconds, she could feel another
climax, small and sharp, rushing up fast.

   "Come with me," Anne managed to gasp through ragged breaths.

   The dark stranger did not respond, his hand moving faster and faster
until he was pounding with all his might, his face contorted in ecstasy at
the sensation, still watching her undisguised fascination with his
masturbatory movements.  Their flashing eyes locked as both they both came.
She felt her body heave as she stared into his dark eyes, his face twisting
and contorting as he careened towards climax.  A deep hoarse bellow tore
from his throat as a ferocious orgasm, spilling in huge quantities, but not
with the force that previous lovers had displayed.  She knew many men
didn't, no matter how intense their emotional response, shoot and spray,
but simply poured out incredible amounts of seminal fluid.  Seeing those
great globs of life-giving seed sent made her own climax blaze through her,
surges of incandescent heat melting through her womb and making her legs
thrash, her pelvis contract throw back and her head and cry out in screams
of ecstasy.

   She was still shaking long after her release, still trying to catch her
breath.  When she saw the sexy stranger's eyes slowly open and look at her,
she grinned wickedly and slowly licked one of her girlcum-glossed fingers.

   "Pretty good, huh?" he chuckled.

   "Pretty good," she mumbled.  "In fact, that was the best fuck I've ever
had without being fucked."

   Moments later there was a sharp rapping on the door, and they both
snapped out of their post-orgasmic reverie.  They looked at each other in
sudden embarrassment, as if they had suddenly appeared in the bedroom with
their genitals exposed with no idea of how they got there.  Blushing, eyes
uncomfortably thrown anywhere but at each other, they got dressed and
minutes later were back at the party.

   Anne saw him only once later that evening, just before he was ready to
go.  He smiled a secret smile at her from across the room and gave her a
little wave.  Then he was gone.  Not that she was sorry to see him leave.
It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime experiences that can only happen
with a dark, wild-eyed man of your dreams and was best left in fantasy.