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 Tiger Ass

   by Ovid





   The first time I saw her, she was fucking her brains out.



   It was one of those publisher's parties that companies throw so their
employees

   and friends can have a good party at the company's expense.  The party
was held in a

   big, richly decorated house owned by one of the company executives, who
was

   probably hosting the party so he could take a tax write-off on his home.
Well-dressed

   people were everywhere, the drinks were flowing, and I had to pee.



   I tried two bathrooms, but each had a long line waiting outside it.  So
I headed

   upstairs figuring it was unlikely that the bathroom off the master
bedroom would be in

   use.  Finding the master bedroom wasn't too difficult, but when I opened
the door, I

   saw the bedroom was in use.



   They were on the bed going at it in a frenzy.  The first thing I noticed
was her

   legs.  They were long, encased in dark nylon, wrapped around his back,
and flailing

   about.  One foot had a high-heeled shoe on it, the other shoe having
fallen to the floor

   where it lay on its side next to a small pair of black silk panties. 
Her black dress was

   crumpled around her waist, revealing the black garter belt that still
held her stockings.

   Between the black of the garter belt and the black of the stockings was
her soft pale

   skin, looking whiter by contrast with the black surrounding it.



   The top of her sleeveless dress had been pushed aside to free her tit,
which was

   covered by his clutching hand.  Around her head, her long straight blond
hair was

   splayed out, forming a halo that flowed as her head moved on the pillow.
Her eyes

   were closed and her mouth was formed in a grimace.  She was panting
wildly through

   her clenched teeth and was clearly nearing her climax.



   He was on top of her and humping like a bucking bronco.  His dark suit
pants

   had been pushed down to his knees, his suit jacket and shirt were pushed
up, revealing

   much of his back, which she was clawing and scratching.  His head was
buried in her

   neck on the side away from me.  There were two characteristics of his
that I could

   make out.  The first was hair.  He had dark, curly hair all over him -
on the back of his

   hand, on his thighs, and on his back, from which it ran down into the
crack of his

   bucking ass.  The other feature was on the only hairless part of him
visible to me, his

   white ass, on which, I could clearly see in the light coming from the
hall behind me,

   was an orange and black tatoo of a leaping tiger.  With every thrust of
his ass, the tiger

   seemed to rise and pounce, as if the panting woman was to be part of its
prey.



   As I watched from the doorway, she shuddered, and tremors raced through
her

   body.  Tiger Ass gave several more rapid thrusts and then pushed his
body forward and

   held it against her as a series of spasms shook his body.  Then they
collapsed together.



   I was still watching when she opened her eyes.  She saw me, smiled, and

   winked at me.  I beat a hasty retreat, carrying in my mind the image of
those flailing

   legs.



   Eventually I found an empty bathroom, made good use of it, and returned
to the

   party below.



   The party was in full swing and, as is common in this type of party,
groups

   were drifting together and apart as people moved around the rooms. 
About an hour

   later, I found myself in a group with them.



   Considering what I had seen, they looked remarkably neat and well
dressed.

   She was an attractive, well-groomed blond in a black, backless dress. 
Two triangles of

   black material rose from her waist and barely covered her tits, each of
which looked

   large enough to fill a hand with just enough left over to make it
interesting.  The dress

   was supported by a thin strap running around her neck, under her long,
straight blond

   hair .  She was thin and tall, especially in her high heels.  Without
them, she might

   have still been two inches taller than I.  She wore no jewelry.



   Tiger Ass was immaculately dressed in a black suit, which I now saw had
light

   gray pin stripes.  His tie was one of those innocuous striped ties.  He
was as hairy as I

   had thought, maybe more so.  His face was covered by a neat, full beard
of dense curly

   black hair that extended his face a couple of inches to the sides and
below.



   I was introduced to Tiger Ass and Sue, as her name turned out to be (he
had a

   name, too, but I never thought of him as anything but Tiger Ass), and we
chatted for a

   few minutes.  Since it was a publisher's party, we talked about writing.
It turned out

   that Sue had written a bit.  When I asked her if she'd been published,
she said, "Only

   electronically." Before I could pursue that, some others joined the
group, the

   conversation changed directions, and, a few minutes later, Sue and Tiger
Ass drifted

   away.  A short time later, I saw them leave the party.



   A week or two after that, I was having lunch at a restaurant of the type
that

   people go to do business (or rather, to eat expensively and get a tax
write-off) when

   Sue walked in.  Now she was dressed rather demurely in a suit and blouse
of pastel

   colors that went well with her long blond hair, giving her the air of
one of those

   women the pre-Raphaelites liked to paint.  Everything about her looked
innocent, but

   she somehow still carried a sense of seductiveness - possibly because I
couldn't look at

   her without recalling those long, flailing legs.



   She was accompanied by three other women.  They were expensively dressed

   and bejeweled, with an air of money about them.  They took a table near
the one I was

   at.  Shortly after, just as my table was on the verge of leaving, I
noticed an argument at

   Sue's table.  She seem quite angry, and as we rose to leave I could hear
her saying, "I'm

   a big girl.  How I satisfy my urges with men is my business, which I'll
thank you not to

   mess with." With that, she stood up and left the table.



   She was thus just in front of me as we walked out into the lobby, where
she

   stopped suddenly, saying, "Damn!" "Is something the matter?" I asked. 
"Not really,"

   she replied, "I just realized that I walked out on my ride and now I'll
have to call a

   taxi." She turned around, facing me, and started toward a phone.



   I offered her a ride and she looked at me suspiciously.  "You know," I
said,

   "we've met before." Clearly she didn't remember me.  I reminded her of
the publisher's

   party, but that didn't help.  "I was the one who stumbled in on you and
Tiger Ass in the

   bedroom." The light of recognition lit.  "Oh, you were the one.  I could
only see your

   silhouette in the light from the hall," she responded without the least
embarrassment.



   "Tiger Ass, hmmm," she said with a smile, as if she was weighing the

   nickname in her mind and finding it suitable.  With that, she accepted
my offer of a

   ride.



   Between the wait for the valet parking and the ride to her home, we had
ample

   opportunity to talk.  She told me how she had met Tiger Ass.  "I was in
a tall building

   downtown and one of the elevators was broken, so there was a mob waiting
to get into

   the next elevator to come.  When the door opened, I was pushed toward
the back,

   which was ok because I was going almost to the top floor.  The car
filled up, the door

   closed, and I felt a hand on my ass.  I considered whether I had enough
space to turn

   around and knee the hand's owner in the groin, and looked around
expecting to see a

   man staring at the ceiling.



   "Instead, I saw Tiger Ass looking into the depths of my eyes with the
most

   seering, intensely personal gaze.  Whatever it was about his face, the
fierceness of his

   beard or those deep, dark eyes, I felt a fire sweep through me, a
burning abdication of

   all common sense.  I forgot about kneeing him and leaned back into him.
He kept his

   hand on my ass, kneading it gently.  Even when the crowd thinned out, I
didn't move

   away from him.



   "Finally, we both got out on my floor and he asked me when I would be

   finished.  I said I'd be busy for about an hour.  `Fine,' he said, with
complete and

   persuasive confidence, `I'll pick you up then by the front entrance.' I
had not

   anticipated that he would pick me up on a motorcycle, but that's what he
did.  Wearing

   his pin-striped suit and no helmet, he and his big, shiny black bike
were waiting for me

   when I came out of the building.  Abandoning all caution, I hoisted my
skirt, climbed

   on the back of the bike and we were off.



   "He quickly left the city behind and we were zipping along a country
road, the

   wind in my hair and blowing my blouse against my otherwise bare nipples.
I was

   gripping his sides tightly in order to stay on the bike.  Suddenly, he
pulled off the road

   and the next thing I remember is that we were fucking by the side of the
road with

   nothing but his bike to hide us from any passing traffic.  I seem to
remember a number

   of cars slowing down and one or two swerving dangerously, but all I
really remember

   was the sense of danger, the danger of being discovered or of even being
hit by a car,

   and what it added to that remarkable fuck."



   "Does the sense of danger add so much to sex?" I asked.



   "Oh, yes.  Tiger Ass continually adds that bit of spice to our fucking.
It's as if

   it's his trademark.  You caught us in a bedroom because he was in one of
his more

   conventional moods.  Otherwise we would have been doing it on the
stairway or

   behind the punch bowl.  If you haven't tried sex with that extra
element, you've missed

   a good deal."



   I let her off where she was going.  As I was about to pull away, I
asked, more

   as an idle hope than with any real expectations, whether I could call
her sometime.

   She surprised me by saying, "Oh, yes.  Please do.  I'd like that," and
gave me her

   number.



   I called Sue a few days later and asked her out.  We had a little
trouble finding

   a time because, between her normal commitments and her time with Tiger
Ass, she

   was pretty well booked up.  However, we finally found a time during the
daytime the

   following Sunday when we could get together.  As spring had started and
the nice

   weather was beginning to arrive, we decided that we'd have a picnic. 
We'd drive out to

   the beach, which we'd probably have to ourselves this early in the
spring.  She'd pack

   the lunch and I'd buy the wine.



   Sunday, the weather was warm for early spring, in the 70s, and we had a
sunny,

   blue-skies day.  When I went to pick her up, Sue was waiting for me with
a picnic

   basket.  We drove to the beach and, after walking through the dunes to
get away from

   the parking lot, found an isolated spot where we could set up our
picnic, watch the

   breakers, and smell the salt ocean air.  We laid out our blanket,
nestling it into the

   sand, with a large dune at our backs.  While we ate, Sue told me more
about Tiger Ass.



   It seemed that they had gone riding on his bike numerous times.  "One
time, in

   particular, I'll never forget.  We had ridden out in the countryside on
a summer day and

   were cruising down the road when he decided to leave the road and take
off across the

   fields.  After bumping through fields and woods for a mile or so, we
stopped in the

   middle of a large grassy field.  It was a lovely day, something like
today, and all you

   could see was grass and stands of trees, and hills with little houses on
them way off in

   the distance.  We got off the bike, lay down, and started making love.
Tiger Ass had

   pulled my panties off and was rubbing my cunt.  I had his stiff prick
out of his pants

   and was moving my mouth toward its purple head, at the same time trying
to avoid

   some large strands of grass, when he decide he wanted to try fucking on
the bike.  I

   could never resist his bizarre suggestions, and this would get the grass
out of may face,

   so I agreed.  He sat on the bike and I straddled him, facing backwards
with my feet

   resting on the bike's rear lights, which stuck out.  It took a little
doing but, since he had

   already got my cunt nice and juicy, I was able to slide down on his
prick, fitting it

   nicely into me.  It was rather clumsy at first, but once he was in me, I
could wrap my

   arms around him and wriggle my ass.



   "Soon he was pumping away as if that lurching tiger on his ass were
driving

   him, and I was losing any awareness of the outside world.  All of a
sudden I heard a

   loud noise and felt everything start to shake, as if we were in an
earthquake.  Tiger Ass

   had fired up the bike.  Then, with his prick still buried in me, he
started driving the

   bike around the field.  Afraid of falling off, I held on to him tightly,
his beard rubbing

   my face and his prick bouncing inside me as the bike rode over the rough
field.  The

   bike sped up, which caused the thrusts of his prick to speed up.  Then
he began to

   make sharp turns, which caused me to swing from side to side on that
prick.  Even

   though I was holding him tightly, my tits were being rubbed across his
chest as I

   swayed with the motion of the bike, so I felt my nipples being pulled to
and fro.  We

   went faster and faster, and I was holding on to him for dear life as I
was jounced up

   and down and from side to side, his prick rubbing the lining of my cunt
in ways it had

   never before been rubbed.



   "We sped around the field and I was scared to death that we would wipe
out.

   The faster he went, the sharper the turns, the more scared I got, but
also the more

   excited I got.  I thought I was going to die and come at the same time.
I had no idea

   where we were anymore.  All I was aware of was the wild shaking and
swinging of my

   body against his, of his prick inside my cunt.  Finally, I could feel
him making extra

   lurches against my groin, that tiger driving him again, trying to push
his prick in as far

   as it would go.  With the two of us grunting and jerking, and my body
going into

   spasms, I started coming.  He slowed the bike as he tried to raise
himself off his seat to

   drive his load into me.  Then we all came to a stop, Tiger Ass, me, and
the bike.  He

   shut off the bike and I just clung to him, spasms still shaking through
me, on that now

   quiet, sunny day.



   "I have never been so scared in my life.  I would never do anything like
that

   again.  We could have been killed.  But," she said with a wistful smile,
"it was the

   greatest fuck of my life."



   As she told me this story, we were sitting next to each other, our backs
dug in

   against the sand dune, watching the waves break in front of us.  Except
for an

   occasional walker or two passing by at the waters edge, we had the beach
to ourselves.

   When she finished her story, only the roar of the waves breaking could
be heard.  Sue's

   story had excited me, and my erection was plainly visible under my
pants. We sat

   there quietly and then she slowly began rubbing the tip of her finger
over my hard-on.



   "Danger seems to hold quite a sexual allure for you and Tiger Ass," I
said.



   "You really ought to try it," was her response, unzipping my pants and
pulling

   my prick out as she spoke.  "Somebody will see us," I said in alarm. 
"Yes," she said

   and engulfed the head of my cock in her mouth.



   I looked around in fear that there might be somebody on the beach
watching us.

   Way down the beach I could see a couple, but fortunately there was no
one close.

   Well, I thought, I might as well make the most of it, so I swung around,
turning Sue so

   that my head was between her legs.  I pulled up her skirt and pulled
aside the crotch of

   her panties so I could get at her cunt.  It was magnificent.  The outer
labia were thick

   and crimson-purple.  Between them lay the soft, crumpled flesh of the
inner labia.  I

   ran my tongue along that flesh and could taste the juices being
generated within.  As

   Sue's mouth moved up and down on my cock, taking more in each time, my
tongue

   dug between those silky lips, and separated them.  Now I could swirl my
tongue

   around the soft inner shell of those lips, back toward her ass and
forward up to the

   folds of skin that covered her little marble.



   My head buried between her legs, I licked round and round her clit,
which was

   becoming more obvious.  Now Sue's mouth had completely engulfed my cock
to the

   balls, and she was moving her head up and down, clutching my prick
between her lips.

   She had gripped my ball sack around its top with her thumb and index
finger, like a

   draw string on a bag, and she was gently tugging on my balls.  My tongue
flicked over

   her clit faster and faster, and then buried itself up her cunt as far as
it would go.  My

   thumb took up the massaging of her clit while I drove my tongue in and
out of her

   cunt.  All the time, Sue was sucking harder and harder on my cock, and
pulling more

   and more on my balls.  I could feel myself ready to come.  But Sue came
first, pressing

   her cunt against my mouth as her body shivered.  Her orgasm drove me
over the edge I started pumping cum into her mouth.  She never stopped
sucking until I had

   completely emptied my load and until her shivers had stopped.



   We lay there like that for a while, heads buried between each other's
legs.

   Finally, we both looked up.  There, not thirty feet away and staring at
us, was the

   couple who had been walking so far away on the beach when we had
started. Sue

   waved to them.  The man started to wave back, but the women quickly
pulled him

   away.



   "Will I see you again?" I asked as I left Sue off at her home at the end
of the

   day.  "Sure, you haven't been properly fucked yet," was her encouraging
reply.



   Our next date was for a dinner out.  I had awakened that morning with a

   roaring hard-on, in anticipation of our evening together, and carried
the hard-on around

   with me all morning and into the early afternoon.  To take my mind off
sex, I decided

   to go to a local crafts fair during the afternoon.  I thought that if I
could immerse

   myself in good pottery and fine weaving, maybe my prick would relax a
little.  This

   plan worked reasonably well, and I managed to avoid thinking too much
about Sue, but

   she didn't escape my mind completely.  When I saw a large transparent
silk scarf that

   had been hand-painted in a range of blues, with a streak of yellow
running though it

   that perfectly matched Sue's hair, I had to buy it for her.



   I didn't have time to wrap it properly, so when I drove to pick her up,
it was

   sitting on the back seat of my car in a brown paper bag.  I would give
it to her after

   dinner.



   We had a pleasant dinner, excellent food and fine wine, and were in a
good

   mood when we returned to her home.  Once we got inside, I handed Sue the
paper bag.

   She pulled the scarf out and was obviously delighted, holding it up
against herself as

   she looked in the hall mirror.  "Wait a second, I'll be right back," and
she disappeared

   into the next room.



   I didn't have to wait long.  Sue returned with the scarf wrapped around
her and,

   quite clearly, nothing underneath it.  She looked wonderful.  The scarf
gave her an

   etherial look that contrasted wonderfully with the effect of her pink
nipples and the

   sparse blond hair at the base of her belly.  She walked toward me
looking good enough

   to eat.  I reached out and slowly ran my fingers over her face, tugging
gently on her

   soft ear lobes, and then down around her neck, and across her one naked
shoulder.  She

   started to reach for my crotch, but I moved her hand away.  "Patience,"
I admonished.

   I couldn't compete with a wild fuck on a motorcycle, but I certainly
could show her a

   leisurely build-up followed by a slow, warm fuck.



   My hands roamed over whatever skin was exposed, just barely touching her

   skin.  I began to run my hands over the scarf, pressing its silk against
the skin beneath

   it - down her back, along the sides of her long thighs, back up the
front of thighs,

   across her flat stomach.  Then my hands moved behind her and slowly
massaged her

   tight ass.  Around and around they moved, gripping and releasing that
wonderful flesh.



   Now, slowly, I moved across the silk and up to her tits.  First just
their sides,

   then their undersides, which I cupped with my hands through the scarf as
if weighing

   them.  My thumbs moved across the surface of her tits, close to but not
touching her

   areolas.  I circled them with my caresses and, without my touching them,
they became

   harder and redder, rising up as if reaching out for my touch.  Still I
didn't touch them.

   Rather, my hand moved down across her belly and over her pubic hair. 
The scarf was

   beginning to slide down her body, but she made no effort to stop it.  I
pressed the silk

   against her lower belly, pushing down towards but not touching her cunt.
The scarf

   had now slipped below her tits and was being supported only by my hands.
Encased in

   silk, my hands moved back to her tits, and I gently slid the silk over
and around her

   nipples, then pressed them into the softness of her tits, rolling them
around.  "Let's go

   into the bedroom," I said, with a voice that had suddenly become hoarse.




   We moved into her bedroom, trailing the scarf on the floor behind us,
and I lay

   her down on the bed.  I draped the scarf across her tits and slowly
pulled it off,

   watching the silk rub across her nipples, which now stood up like
erasers on new

   pencils.  Then I knelt on the bed next to her and began to run my lips
across her body

   lightly, touching all parts of her except her nipples and her cunt. 
First my lips barely

   touched her skin, then my tongue darted across it, and finally, I took
little nips of her

   flesh between my lips.  I ran my mouth across her flat belly, licking
and nipping as I

   moved.  My tongue delved into her navel as my mouth continued searching.
Whenever

   I came near her nipples, she would try to push them to my lips.  For a
while, I circled

   around them, then I moved closer to them.  My tongue flicked across the
edge of an

   areola, which had become quite pebbled.  Then my finger.  Closer to the
nipple I

   moved, darting in and then moving off.  Finally my tongue slid across a
nipple, then

   back, then around it.  I took it in my mouth and gently suckled it. 
Then off to the other

   nipple to repeat the process, my hand replacing my mouth on the first
nipple.



   Sue lay there struggling to keep still against her obvious desire to
pull off my

   clothes and pull me on top of her.  All this time I had not touched her
cunt.  Now I

   turned my attention to it.  I lay between her magnificent legs and
licked the tops of the

   insides of her thighs.  My tongue ran around the skin and through the
hairs just outside

   her outer labia.  Then across those labia, which were engorged and fat.
Now I started

   on the silky inner labia, which already glistened with the juices of her
cunt.  Her clit

   stood up and I flicked my tongue back and forth over it as I slowly
inserted first one

   and then two fingers into her cunt.  I ran my fingers in and out,
licking her clit all the

   time, while her pelvis rocked from side to side.  As if beckoning, I ran
my fingers

   across the front lining of her cunt, massaging that area.  She pushed
her cunt down on

   my fingers and against my mouth.  Her arms were folded and pressed to
the sides of

   her tits, as if trying to hold herself in.  When her breathing got
rapid, I disengaged

   myself, stood up, and removed my clothes.



   Crawling back between her long legs, I placed the tip of my pulsing cock
just

   on the edge of her cunt lips and slid it back and forth.  She pushed her
cunt up, trying

   to capture my prick, but I teased her with it.  As her cunt rose, my
prick retreated, as

   she lowered her cunt, my prick advanced.  Each advance, however, moved
my prick a

   bit more into that soft, dark, silken chamber.  It moved in easily.  She
was open, juicy,

   and ready.  Pre-come was oozing from the head of my cock.  I could
barely prevent

   myself from plunging in all the way, but I forced myself to continue my
slow measured

   advance up her cunt.  Bit by bit, I was moving into her, and as I
advanced, she rotated

   her pelvis to slide her cunt around my rigid cock.



   Both of us were trying to hold out, but it couldn't last longer.  Almost
together,

   we thrust our pelvises together, burying my cock up to the hilt into her
eager cunt.

   Now the teasing was at an end.  I abandoned my leisurely approach and
began

   pumping my cock in and out of her.  I lowered my head to her breast and
pulled on a

   nipple with my lips.  Her mouth openned.  She raked her nails across my
back and I

   drove my prick in faster and harder.  "Now," she screamed, "now, give it
to me now!"

   and I could feel the tremors race through her body as she started to
come.  Shaking

   over and over, screwing up her face, and almost crying, she seemed to
come forever.

   My body tightened, from my asshole, through my balls, and up my prick,
and I grunted

   aloud and came, spurting gob after gob of semen up her clutching cunt. I
pushed my

   prick up as far as would go, held it like than, spurted once more, and
then collapsed on

   top of her, finally rolling off and lying beside her.  She turned her
head toward me and

   weakly said, "I love the scarf."



   Later, we sat together on the bed drinking wine and talking.  She
admitted it

   was occasionally possible to have a great fuck without the element of
danger, just as it

   was possible to have a great meal without spice.  But she liked spice,
and Tiger Ass

   certainly provided it.  He was always fucking her in ways and places
that offered

   danger, at the least the danger of discovery.  "But, since he shows no
shyness about

   where you fuck, how can he feel any fear of discovery?" I asked.  "It's
his way of

   living on the edge," was Sue's response, "He really does fear that his
wife will find out,

   but he does it in public anyway to heighten that fear."



   And so, throughout the spring and summer, Tiger Ass led Sue, and Sue
tried to

   led me, into this world of thrills and fear.  He offered her bizarre
thrills, I offered her

   leisurely play.  He gave her what I called "surprise sex," with his
penchant for sex in

   public places, with the fear of crashing, of discovery, of dying.  I
offered her "nosurprise sex," beginning with candle-light and wine, and
ending up on clean sheets.

   Sue flourished with both.  I was her drink of clear, sweet, sparkling
spring water; Tiger

   Ass was her drink of cloudy, green absinthe.  She eagerly gulped up
both. She would

   go off on some wild adventure with him, and then leisurely provide me
with all the

   details.  I was not jealous.  Rather, I found her tales to be
tremendously exciting.  As

   she would relate her latest time with Tiger Ass, my cock would grow and
my blood

   would pump, and by the time she was finished with her story, she and I
would be going

   at it hot and heavy.  The vicarious excitement of her adventures with
Tiger Ass only

   added to our enjoyment.



   That fall, we had a beautiful indian summer - days that were clear and
crisp,

   with spectacular displays of colors from the turning leaves.  The air
was redolent with

   the smell of ripe apples.  Sue wanted to go to Adventureland, a nearby
theme park with

   a variety of scary rides.  I have never been a fan of rides; I felt
there was enough

   danger in life without paying for more.  "Yes," Sue said, "but with
amusement rides,

   you'll still be around after the danger ends," and insisted that we go.
What finally

   convinced me was the beauty of the day and the promise of an incredible
view of the

   fall colors from the top of the ferris wheel.



   Not surprisingly on such a lovely day, when we got there, Adventureland
was

   mobbed.  Every ride involved waiting on line, but we took a couple of
rides anyway

   before we went to the ferris wheel, which had the longest line of all.
Although we

   always waited until we got home before Sue told me one of her Tiger Ass
stories, she

   was aching now to tell me of their latest escapade.  The long wait for
the ferris wheel

   was too much, she couldn't hold out any longer.  So as we stood
patiently waiting our

   turn, Sue told me of their wild trip to New York.



   Tiger Ass had insisted when they were there that they ride the subway at
least

   once.  Because of his love for Duke Ellington, they had to "Take the A
Train." Now,

   the A train offers a very long ride, from Rockaway to the Bronx, and if
you take the

   express train, as they did, there are long stretches between stations
where the subway

   gathers speed and goes roaring through the tunnel, vibrating and shaking
the life out of

   the passengers.  Because Sue and Tiger Ass had picked rush hour for
their trip, there

   were no seats.  They found some standing room in a corner at the front
of their subway

   car, Sue with her back to the corner, Tiger Ass pressing against her,
wedging her in.

   As the train started up, Tiger Ass discovered that he didn't need to
hold on to anything

   - the train was packed too tightly for him to fall, despite the
vibrations of the ride.

   Therefore, it came as no surprise to Sue to see his hairy hands
disappear from view,

   and to feel them groping her, her tits, her ass, her crotch.  Of course,
she responded in

   kind.  She soon had both her hands buried in his fly, kneading his
rapidly hardening

   prick.



   Once Tiger Ass had become used to the vibrations of the train, he pulled
up the

   front of her skirt between them, unsnapped the crotch of her teddy, and
began to rub

   the base of her belly, her clit, and her labia.  Standing wedged in the
corner, Tiger Ass

   pressed hard against her, his fingers working their way into her cunt,
and his stiff cock

   in her hands, Sue was all the while looking over his shoulder at the
disinterested crowd

   of rush-hour passengers.  She found herself very wet.  She spread her
legs slightly to

   allow him better access to her cunt, and pulled his now rigid prick out
of his pants.  He

   had to crouch slightly but, after a few mishaps due to the shaking of
the train, they

   managed to get the head of his cock in between her labia, where it could
begin to slide

   into her.  Now she could slide her hands under his shirt, around to his
hairy back, and

   pull him to her.  He, in turn, had managed to get both his hands around
on her ass and

   so could better position her on his prick.



   Thus, looking over his shoulder at the train full of people, she felt
his prick

   pump in and out of her, driven not only by the tiger pouncing on his
ass, but also by the

   shaking of the roaring subway train, and the lurching of the people
around him.

   Between stations the train would race up to speed, the jolts and
vibrations becoming

   stronger, and their motion would follow suit.  His prick drove deep into
her cunt,

   pressing against first one side and then the other, its base beating
against her clit.  His

   hand clutched at her ass, sometimes almost lifting her off her feet. 
She dug her nails

   into his back.  All the time, the people around them stood obliviously,
reading their

   papers or staring off into space.



   Then the train would come into a station.  Everything would slow down.
Sue

   would ease back to earth, and the two of them would stand motionless as
people

   entered and left the train.  The doors would close, the passengers would
have found the

   places they would maintain until the next stop, the train would begin to
rumble down

   the track as crowded as before, and Sue and Tiger Ass would begin moving
their

   pelvises.  By the time the train was up to speed, they would be bucking
and heaving as

   much as their limited space allowed them.  The shaking of the train
provided all the

   additional motion they needed, or indeed all that Sue could stand.



   Sue had no idea how many stations they went through like this, but
finally, as

   the train once more reached its top speed, its roaring, screeching noise
overwhelming

   the grunting and moaning noises that Sue and Tiger Ass were now making,
she came.

   The vibrations that shook her body were amplified by those of the train.
She no longer

   noticed the crowd of people packed around them.  She could feel him
straining against

   her, thrusting over and over, and then he jerked one last time, pulses
running through

   his prick as his balls shot their load up into her.  They held each
other tightly as the

   train continued to shake them, as if trying to squeeze the last drops of
come out of his

   prick.



   When the train slowed for the next station, they disengaged and tried to

   rearrange their clothes.  After the train had stopped, after they got
off at the station,

   Sue stopped and leaned against a post while semen, mixed with her own
juices,

   dripped slowly down her thigh.  She was still trembling and shaking.



   All the time Sue had been telling me this, we had been inching forward
on the

   line for the ferris wheel.  There was, in her telling, an added level of
stimulation for me

   beyond the vicarious excitement of the story itself.  For, as she
described this fuck in

   the midst of a crowd of subway passengers, we were in the midst of our
own crowd of

   would-be ferris-wheel passengers.  The fear that someone would overhear
Sue's

   passionate description of her escapade or notice the bulge my now erect
prick was

   making in my pants both raised my adrenalin level and seemed to place me
in the midst

   of the episode she was describing.



   But there was more to their New York trip.  They had gone to the
Metropolitan

   Opera to see Bellini's "Norma." "It was a last minute idea, and we had
only been able

   to get standing room tickets," Sue related.  "We found ourselves at the
back of the

   orchestra, me leaning against a chest-high, softly upholstered half-wall
behind the last

   row of seats, and Tiger Ass behind me, pressing against me.  There were
other

   standees to our sides.  We barely had time to look around when the
chandeliers began

   to rise, the house darkened, and the overture began.



   "The first act was wonderful.  The singing was magnificent and the stage
sets

   were fantastic.  Even the acting was good.  At intermission, we went to
look at the

   Chagall murals and then wandered up and down the red-carpeted stairs. 
We returned

   to our places in time for the second act.



   "This time, as the lights went off, Tiger Ass began to press his pelvis
against

   my ass.  Soon I could feel his erect prick rubbing me.  He leaned
slightly forward and

   began to gently rub my tits through my dress.  Since I wore no bra, my
nipples were

   acutely sensitive to his fingertips brushing across them.  As the music
swelled, so did

   my nipples.  I could feel I was getting wet.



   "Then I felt him raising the back of my dress.  His hands were on my
ass,

   gently massaging it in time with the music.  One hand slid down between
my legs and

   unsnapped my teddy, baring my cunt.  His fingers soon found my now quite
wet labia,

   and his fingertips brushed along them.  I gripped the half-wall in front
of me tightly.  A

   moment or two later and his fingers had opened the labia and were
searching inside

   them.



   "He continued sliding his fingers in and out of my cunt for a few
minutes.  Then

   his hand left my cunt and the next thing I felt was his hard, hot cock
between my legs.

   He slid it back and forth across my labia, wetting it with the juices
that now dripped

   from me.  I spread my legs slightly, leaning forward toward the
half-wall for better

   support.  Then, just at the start of one of the most lovely duets in all
of opera, he began

   to slide his cock into me.



   "The duet, 'Mira, o Norma,' begins with a slow, exquisite melody.  First
the

   mezzo sings it, then the soprano repeats it with different words, then
they sing it

   together, each with her own words.  Tiger Ass was sliding his prick in
and out of me in

   time with the slow measures of the duet.  It made the singing a part of
our fucking, as

   if the singers and the orchestra were united with our actions - it was
an etherial screw.

   The tiger on his ass was tamed, and its purring was part of the music.



   "Then, with no orchestral accompaniment, the two sopranos sing a series
of

   rising notes in perfect fifths, rising higher and higher.  Tiger Ass
timed his thrusts with

   their notes, plunging deeper as they rose higher.  Finally, when they
reached their apex,

   it felt as if he had driven his cock all the way into my very soul.  The
echos of those

   high notes shivered through my body in complete harmony with his
strokes.



   "The first part of the duet completed, the two women move quickly into
the

   next part, which is more rapid and builds up to a grand, roaring ending.
Tiger Ass kept

   with them, as if he was conducting the opera with his prick.  He drove
it in and out

   rapidly, keeping perfect timing with the music.  His hands returned to
my nipples to

   bring me to my peak along with the music.  The music soared, the
orchestra soared,

   and I soared.  As the singers were reaching for that last glorious note,
so was I.  Tiger

   Ass's prick pulsed with his coming, and the shivers of my orgasm ran
through me

   along with the echos of the final notes as the scene ended.



   "The music, Tiger Ass, and I all faded together, and the audience roared
it's

   appreciation, clapping and shouting.  I had no difficulty imagining that
it was our act,

   rather than that of the singers, they were applauding.  This illusion
was heightened

   when one of our fellow standees whispered `Bravissimi' into my ear,
making sure that

   I understood that his praises were for not for the singers.  The plural
ending of the

   Italian word told me he appreciated the acts of both Tiger Ass and me.



   "I don't believe that I shall ever hear `Mira, o Norma' sung again
without

   coming," Sue concluded.



   By this time, we had finally made our way to the front of the line into
our seats

   on the ferris wheel.  The compartments, or cabs, held two people and
their sides came

   up high, almost to our heads, so we wouldn't fall out.  Once our
compartment was

   loaded, the ferris wheel turned just enough so the next compartment
could be loaded,

   leaving our's swaying one notch up.



   I was glad that the compartment walls were high, because Sue's story had
given

   me a raging hard-on, a fact that she was clearly aware of and delighted
with.  No

   sooner had our compartment begun to rise than her hand was on my cock.
"We're

   supposed to be looking at the fall colors," I said.  "I'll show you
colors," was her

   response as she unzipped my pants.



   Her story had so aroused me that in the comparative privacy of our
ferris wheel

   compartment, I reached for her tits.  As usual, she wore no bra, so only
the thin

   material of her blouse separated my fingers from those hardening
nipples. As I moved

   to get my hands under her blouse, Sue slipped to the floor of the
compartment, opened

   my belt, and began pulling my pants down.



   Our cab had reached the top of the ferris wheel now and there was a
sudden

   jolt, causing it to rock back and forth even more than our actions had.
I looked out and

   was greeted by a spectacular view of fall colors and the sound of a bull
horn.  Someone

   was yelling up to us that the wheel was stuck.  "There's no need to
worry, we'll be

   stuck for a little while but we'll get you down safely as soon as we
can. Just relax and

   enjoy the view."



   To hell with the view, I thought.  By now Sue had my pants around my
ankles

   and was pulling down my underpants.  I managed to pull her blouse over
her head so I

   could get at her pert nipples.  My prick stood up once she had freed it,
the cool air

   blowing by its red tip.  But not for long.  She captured it in her mouth
and began

   licking.  So, sitting on the seat with my hands probing her tits, I
tilted my head back to

   enjoy the breeze as Sue's head rode up and down on my cock.  She sucked
on my

   prick, then released it and took one of my balls in her mouth, running
her tongue

   around it.  At the same time, she grasped my prick in her fist and
stroked it up and

   down.  Then she returned her mouth to my cock, first licking the
pre-come dripping

   from its tip, then stuffing it into her mouth, with her fist still
wrapped around its base,

   still stroking.  With her other hand, she grabbed my balls.



   When she began to pull on my balls, I slid down next to her and tried to

   concentrate on removing her skirt and panties.  This was not easy in the
cramped space

   of the compartment floor with her mouth and hand on my prick and her
other hand

   tugging on my balls.  The result was that our motions caused the
compartment to rock

   even more.



   Finally I could get at her cunt.  My fingers dug wildly at her clit and
deep into

   her cunt.  Her hips rocked back and forth, from side to side, trying to
impale her cunt

   even more on my fingers, while she sucked, licked, and stroked my now
throbbing

   cock.  I pushed her on my back, freed my cock from her mouth and hand,
and climbed

   between her legs.  There was just enough space for her to spread her
legs to give full

   access to her cunt.  My prick slid between her engorged, sopping labia
and deep into

   her.  With my mouth devouring one nipple, I began to pump away.



   The pumping got the cab rocking again, and the swaying motion only added
to

   the sense of our fucking high in the air, as if our actions had caused
the cab to rise off

   the ground.  Then, as we had our rhythm going, the cab lurched forward.
They had

   unstuck the ferris wheel and were, one by one, unloading the cabs ahead
of us.  Now it

   became a race.  Would we have time to come and get dressed before our
cab reached

   the bottom and the attendant opened the door?  The realization of this
race and of its

   possible consequences set my pulse roaring.  There was a gnawing at the
pit of my

   stomach.  The thrill produced by the fear of discovery added to the
excitement

   generated by Sue's cunt clutching at my prick.



   I pumped away, raising and lowering my pelvis as my cock slid in and out
of

   the silken grasp of her cunt, and the cab rocked more and more.  As if
to urge me on,

   Sue grabbed my ass and slid a finger in my asshole, thrusting it in an
out in time with

   my own thrusts.  Faster and faster I drove.  Our cab was now about
halfway down, but

   we were almost there.  Her mouth was openned and her breath was coming
rapidly.

   Another few thrusts of my cock, another few prods with her finger, and I
could feel

   myself start to come.  It seemed to rise in my toes, run up my legs,
through her finger,

   through my balls, and then up the length of my prick, where it came
spurting out into

   her cunt.  Her cunt, in turn, was grabbing at my cock, pulsing around it
at as

   convulsions shook Sue's body.  The cab had been lowered another notch as
we both

   came loudly, me squeezing my ass tight as if to force yet another spasm
up my prick

   while my ass tightened on her still-imbedded finger.



   We lay there shaking as the cab lowered yet another notch.  The,
realizing we

   were naked and only a notch or two from the bottom, we quickly groped
for our

   clothes, putting them on as fast as we could.  We both dispensed with
underwear,

   which Sue tucked into her purse, and were barely presentable when the
cab reached the

   bottom position and the door was opened.



   "I hope you weren't too shaken," said the attendant.  "Just a bit," I
replied as we

   hastily dismounted and left.



   Sue called me later that week.  Calmly, almost dispassionately, she told
me that

   Tiger Ass was dead.  He had been riding his motorcycle and a truck had
run a light.

   He was thrown almost fifty feet and landed on his neck, which snapped
instantly.  Sue

   had only found out by chance, her eye catching the obituary in the
paper. She didn't

   sound distraught, agitated, or even upset.  She just wanted me to go
with her to the

   funeral.



   The day of the funeral seemed to be the first day of real fall.  During
the night a

   cold front had swept through, the wind and the rain it brought with it
had torn most of

   the leaves from the trees.  What the day before had been masses of trees
with dense

   coverings of autumnally colored leaves suddenly became nests of bare
winter

   branches.  What had been crisp, clear weather became cold and rainy.



   With a light rain falling on us, Sue and I stood at the rear of the
people who

   were present for Tiger Ass's grave-side funeral service.  Dressed in
black and veiled, a

   woman I took to be his wife stood near the minister.  I stood slightly
behind Sue, on

   the uphill side so my head was even with hers, and held an umbrella over
us.  We stood

   there, clutching our raincoats about us, feeling the damp chill getting
through to our

   skins, and almost oblivious to the words being said over his casket.



   They lowered the casket into the grave.  The only noise was the sound of
the

   token shovel of dirt being thrown into the grave by his wife.  The dirt
made a hollow

   thumping noise as it hit the casket.  Then, from far away on the
highway, came the

   distant roar of a motorcycle.  I reached forward and placed my hand on
Sue's tight little

   ass, grasping it lightly.  Sue leaned her head back on my shoulders and,
for the first

   time, I saw tears sliding down her cheek.



   THE END