Dinner for Three - Part Two



   "Well" , she said, gently placing an elegant hand on my arm "I've
finished with eating".  She got up, making towards the sofa, she looked
again at me and then stopped in mid track.  Standing elegantly, she twirled
and strode, exhibiting her delicious gown as if she were on a catwalk!  But
she was no starveling figure of the overheated fashion world, she was a
graceful, yet ravishing, mature lady.  I fought to restrain a rabid desire
to throw myself at her feet, I yearned to caress the voluptuous folds of
her pulsating flesh, vibrant beneath all that sensuous rubber, her lovely
rounded navel drawing me inexorably into her womanliness, her primeval
self. I gazed in search of her nipples, as she at last sat down and
beckoned me over to her.  "Now come over and tell me all about yourself. 
Yet I did throw myself at her feet, I sat down, not on the sofa like an
ordinary dinner guest, but on the floor, at her feet.  I sensed she had
expected this, as if it were an unspoken requirement.  I gloried in her
fabulous presence, now daring to stroke the dress folds that covered her
legs, while gazing up at her voluptuous torso, feasting myself, being in
such close proximity to her body.  As she ran her hands proprietarily over
my shoulders, luxuriating in the free flowing folds of my rubber shirt,
glancing her hands over my exposed neckline, I told her of my life in the
fashion world, and of a series of meaningless relationships.  "Then what is
it that has inspired you?" she demanded.  I took me a long time to answer
this most poignant question, it having been neither casually nor
thoughtlessly quizzed.  This lady was in direct contact with my libido, she
held me, and I loved it!  "Yes, there is perhaps the one, who for me, is as
yet unsurpassed, by her very presence, in her absolute primeval, sexual
power."

   "I've got a present for you, Simon" she replied, reasserting herself
over me.  "Come upstairs and see" As I got up and obediently followed her,
"But I know it will not surprise you!", she said as we climbed the stairs.
I unthinkingly turned into Richard's rubber room, without even taking her
direction.  "These are very much mine" she said, lovingly fondling one of
the inflated balls, "I want you to have one, I'm sure you agree" No more
words need to have been said, as I threw myself at the fabulous object,
caressing it with my hands and holding it tight to my body, just as she had
expected!  "No, darling, you need to undress." Impelled, yet terrified, as
she reached down into the recesses of my libido, I let her start to undress
me.  After peeling off my shirt and releasing my corset, she kissed my now
naked nipples, and thrilled me with that same sensation again, that
primeval feeling that was solely her effect on me.  My groin heaved as the
full power of my sexuality surged through me, as I stood before this
magnificent woman.  She caressed my shoulders and chest again, then ran her
fingers under my waist band, driving me insane with a shattering emotion
that left me limp, yet she appeared to be awaiting another development,
quite unknown to me.  Richard, having finished his telephone business,
popped his head knowingly round the door, and gave Irma a glowing look,
before closing the door on his way out again.  A catharsis swept over her
as she immediately pulled my culottes off with the determined action of her
strong arms, overcoming several bands of strongly elastic rubber.  "You're
all sticky and need more talc, first" Her assertive confidence quite
relieved me of any of apprehension about my erections in her presence. 
"The talc is over there" she indicated in the direction of the dresser, and
then motioned me over to a well cushioned futon.  Saying nothing and
standing well back from, me she let me explore the rubber ball with my now
naked body.  It was a beautifully made, smooth, well jointed red latex that
sent shockwaves pulsating through me.  I lost all my inhibition in of her
presence, loving the sense of her watching me cavort on the futon with the
inflated rubber, driving my well hardened prick into it, and crying with
delight.  As my ecstasy started to subside, she came back over to the
futon, and crouched down beside me.  "Wonderful, isn't it?" she whispered,
her mouth close to my ear.  Then she lovingly stroked my back, first with
her fingers, and then a much firmer massage, using the full strength of her
hands.  I sensed she was exhilarated at the sight of my squeezing the ball
as hard as I could into my groin, into the very depth of my sexuality.  She
seemed to take a maternal pleasure in wiping up the semen that poured from
my massive and uncontrollable ejaculations, watching, with what seemed
infinite patience, as she continued to fondle me.  Each sweep of her hands
that sent torrential bursts of electrified sensation through my entire
body, thrilled me as had the sensation of her watching me while I drove
myself into the ball, her inflated rubber.  At length the energy flowed out
of me, leaving the ecstatic heaving of my body almost imperceptible.  Then
she took hold of my head with both her hands, holding my gaze up to her,
she said

   "Now you must look at me!"

   I sat up in rapt attention as she slowly stood up, and then took a few
steps back, giving me a fabulous view of her whole body, still fully
dressed in rubber.  I lost all sense of time as I stared adoringly at her,
while she ran her hands over her dress, thrilling to the sensation it gave
her.  As she caressingly rounded her belly, I saw her nipples stand out
firmly under the bodice of her dress.  Emboldened, I crept forward, and
reached up to kiss the rubber surface of her belly, driving my lips into
her shuddering, rubber covered navel.  She seemed to enjoy this, letting me
kiss her all over her gorgeous stomach while I gripped her pelvis
passionately in both my hands.  As I felt her sexual thrill tremor through
her body, its unrestrained current drove me insane with desire. 
Uncontrollably, I reached up to her breasts.  Then suddenly, like a
thunderclap, her hands slammed down into my

   shoulders, powerfully, but without pain, driving me back down to the
floor, while she brought her knee up under my chin.

   "I said you must watch me"

   I bowed my head as she stepped back again

   "Promise" I said weakly, devastated at having incurred her wrath.

   "I insist that you just watch me, for however long it will take me, and
until you fully understand what to do next."

   She stood motionless for what seemed an eternity, my misdirected
impulses became stilled and redirected, by her injunction.  I was compelled
to admire her body in a quite different way, a way that I was at last
beginning to understand!  As she sensuously caressed her body with sinuous
movements of her elegant hands on her dress, she was a wonder to watch, I
didn't care if she stood there doing it all night, I would never tire of
the sight of her.  She even caressed her breasts, tantalising me with the
sight of her nipples standing out in ecstasy, her naked arms thrilling to
the rubber surface of her dress.  Lifting her arms high above her head, she
assumed a fantastically tall pose, which gloriously lifted her breasts and
elongated the line of her body.  Her whole body began to sway gently.  The
movement made her flesh writhe under the rubber dress, its sensual
loveliness accentuated by the elastic quality of the rubber which was at
one with her, as she gloried in her fabulous body.  Then standing with her
legs apart, and stretching to her full height, she leaned backwards
slightly, and tensed her whole body.  This sent a rippling current of
sexual excitement through me, but I held my position under her command. 
Then she started to gently undulate her body, a wave which flowed from the
knees upwards.  Her powerful form quivering under the folds of her free
flowing rubber dress skirt, the muscles of her magnificent thighs now even
more clearly visible beneath the rubber.  Her thighs drove the wave of
power up into her pelvis, thrusting herself forwards, and showing her sex
under the rubber skirt, just below the waist line, making the rubber
stretch, as it moulded her moving flesh.  Her tremendous sexuality quaked
under the low cut rubber waistline which accentuated her pelvis, and
thrillingly rounded the delicious form of her belly.  I was now convulsed
by a raging desire, stronger than I had ever known, but had always lived
for.  As I thought I was about to loose control, she glowered at me with a
hardening mouth, daring me to move!  I shuddered, enraptured again, as she
resumed her sinuous dance.  Her thighs now drove their force up into her
belly, forming it into the womanly centre of her being.  The dance seeming
to cradle this centre of her libido an invincible, primeval life force so
much more than sexuality alone.  Then she clasped her hands above her head,
as she undulated her hips more vigorously, and she threw her head back
deliriously, as she hunched her shoulders forward powerfully and then
arched her back, driving her thrusting pelvis even harder.  Her body
gyrated furiously, as her entire being focused its volcanic power into her
fabulously formed belly, as it heaved under its shimmering rubber skin.



   I just shook, convulsing, and fell on my face before her.  As her dance
consumed her in its vibrant motion, it consumed me with its sexual power.
She knew that she could hold me in her trance for as long as she wished,
and it clearly gave her great pleasure to do so.  But I just thrilled in
her obvious pleasure.



   I had lost all sense of time.  Then she unexpectedly changed her
movements, and twirled around.  Her skirts flying, I could see again her
fabulous legs, high up to her thighs.  No other legs but those of my
earliest memory had so inexplicably enraptured me.  I was now embarking on
the most emotionally transcendent experience of my life.  Yet for my
libido, for my inner self, the force of her dance had to mean more than
that, it had to be a consummate act for Irma as well as for me!  Slowly
raising myself on hands and knees, I became aware that she had kicked off
her shoes, and was removing her dress, peeling it upwards from the bottom
of its skirts, rolling it upwards over her belly and easily over her
shoulders.  She was now completely naked, save for her exquisite jewellery.
I drew back in terror, of myself as much as of her, as she walked
gracefully over to the futon.



   She took the ball, other than the identical one she had presented to me,
and lay quietly down on the futon.  I could not make out her action, but
the self confidence she had expressed in the dance with her command over
me, seemed to shrink into a series of rippling convulsions as she lay
kissing and clutching the ball.  I remembered how she had helped me to
ecstasy with the ball, yet I feared to intercede now.  Then she started to
whimper.  That did it for me, I adored her so much by now, that I
desperately wanted to go to her, despite her earlier warning.  As she
clutched the ball to her breast, I realised that she had the ball in the
wrong position!  So I crawled around to her feet, knelt by her legs, and
gingerly reached up for ball, still rigidly held at her breast.  Without
touching her, I pulled the ball down towards her abdomen, then, gently at
first, worked it into her flesh.  Quickly, she relaxed, then guided the
ball between her legs, before fiercely tightening her grip on it.  Now she
started making rhythmic movements, slowly at first, then building up into
more vigorous circular pelvic thrusts that rammed her pubis into the
inflated rubber.  As she started to moan with pleasure, I literally jumped
clear, as she regained her self control.  It was sensational to watch her
pleasuring herself on this rubber ball, I could see every muscle in her
body tensing rhythmically, as she forced herself into the inflated rubber,
her moans turning to frenzied yells as her sexual excitement took hold of
her body.  I then remembered her command to me of earlier, `Watch me until
I finish' as I caught her glare at me with the corner of her eye.  Next,
she rolled herself up on top of the ball, and with both her knees on the
mattress, she arched her back, then, with all the power in her thighs, she
drove herself into the ball.  I was ecstatic, violently shaking from head
to foot in an uncontrollable delirium, while I witnessed the fury of her
impending orgasm!  She screamed ferociously as her magnificent thighs drove
against her clenched hands, driven by the strength of her shoulders, as she
squeezed the inflated rubber practically to bursting.  In her frenzied
yells, the volcanic power in her back arched and writhed as she pummelled
the ball with her fists.  Wondering if her energy was beginning to exhaust
itself, I felt, rather than saw, her sexual frenzy slow down a little. 
After what seemed a slight pause, she started to make quite different,
slower, yet even more strenuous and rhythmic pelvic thrusts into the
yielding rubber.  She seemed to hold this action for what seemed an
eternity, clenching her jaw, she grunted fiercely in a superhuman effort to
prolong her climax.  This woman seemed to have unlimited sexual power, yet,
her climax remained unattainable!  Then I remembered the rest of her
command `for however long it takes me.' I was overawed by the terrifying
power of her ecstasy, as she drove herself on into the rubber, her body
glistening with the sweat of her furious exertion.  At length she seemed to
slather, to die, her climax still eluding her.  She lay, glassy eyed,
slumped over the inflated rubber ball.



   Instinctively, I knew that even the fantastic thrill she had just
experienced, left her unfulfilled, that she still badly needed something
more, something quite different.  This time I had to take my courage in
both hands.  It was necessary to turn her bodily on to her back, then
replace the ball ever so slightly higher up her abdomen!  I prevaricated as
long as I could, before again crawling towards her, while at the same time
keeping a wary watch on her eyes.  I tucked my arm in up to my shoulder,
under her legs and pelvis, then supporting her back with my other arm,
managed to twist her over on to her side.  In similar fashion, I then
approached her upper body, and twisted her shoulders over, so that she now
lay almost on her back.  Now I had to get that ball into the correct
position, and, to work it into her properly!  I had to turn around and face
her feet to do this, chancing her unseen wrath.  I was more confident in
the certain rightness of my action now, a token of my real devotion to her.
I needed to kneel up beside her, and then get a strong, vertical force, on
to the ball, as I kneaded it into the correct part of her abdomen.  As I
pressed down on the ball from this position, she started to utter a new
cry, quite unlike the orgasmic shrieks of a while ago.  I had to
concentrate on directing the ball obliquely into her pelvic girdle, from
the position of her diaphragm, in other words, directly onto her womb!



   It was imperative to get a powerful yet rhythmical, action onto her,
very difficult with an inflated rubber ball.  But slowly her response built
up.  Suddenly, as if from out of semi consciousness, her entire body began
to heave with renewed force.  She groaned with a new kind of joy, a much
more deep seated, primeval exaltation!  As she gathered strength, her
entire body erupted with an enormous surge power as she drew up her thighs
and tensed her back.  The ball just could not cope with her resurgent
power. So, taking courage again, I pushed the ball away and got astride of
her, my knees either side of her on the mattress.  I was finally in a
position to bear sufficient weight on to her, using my arms to direct the
required force to where it was needed.  Now I was at last able to engage
with her, in both power and direction.  Rising up on my knees, I was able
to gain purchase by using both my both my fists clenched, and then
thrusting in unison!  My effort produced an ecstatic and tumultuous roar
from the very depths of Irma's body.  It was the glorious, all consuming,
exultant climax, she so desperately needed, and I revelled in the sheer joy
of it!  But her unfamiliar cries instantly alerted an anxious Richard.  He
arrived, clad only in a very tight pair of rubber briefs.  He looked at me
fiercely from the doorway, "What the . . ." he stated to protest, but
seeing my position, his real fear was allayed, and I only had to raise a
hand in order to reassure him.  I did not want him to leave the room now!



   She seemed to calm a little in his presence, and I felt also that I
could do no wrong with him there in the room with us.  His apprehension
completely lifted when he saw her rise up on her arms and shoulders, and
grip me very tightly around the chest.  Then I felt her pelvis heave
upwards violently, while her hands dug into my shoulders, thrusting me down
onto her belly, massively increasing the force I was already exerting on
her!  She gasped and screamed as she heaved at my body.  Now she was
drawing me right into herself, taking back control, as she heaved on my
body with all her might.  Nothing in my life had ever come anywhere near
the ecstasy I now felt.  I was exalting in the sensation of this fabulous
woman forcing my body into hers with her full, primeval power!  The harder
I rammed my fists into her, the more power she thrust upwards against me
with her pelvis, and, the harder she pulled down on my shoulders!  Finally,
her climactic roar almost deafened me, her climax was reached.  As she
subsided, she wrenched my back down onto her upper body, from behind. 
Then, lifting her head, she buried her mouth into the flesh of my back.  A
passionate suck quickly became a frenzied bite as she gorged herself on my
flesh.  I had finally, totally and completely abandoned myself to her, our
libidos now irrevocable united.  Me now only aware of being a part of her,
as she howled in triumph.



   I never wanted it to end, her triumphant quakes of primeval emotion had
surged through me, and now I felt alive, ecstatic, and fulfilled as never
before.  Eventually, after what seemed an age in which she held me
immobilised from behind, she became exhausted, her primeval desire finally
satisfied, she dragged my shoulders down onto her chest, she was fully
spent!  But she still held a vice like grip on my shoulders with her
powerful arms, as she sank her exultant mouth into my neck.  I thrilled as
she kissed and bit into me, still consuming me, bite on, oh bite harder!



   At last I was aware of Richard gently helping me to my feet, and giving
me his bathrobe, yet he deliberately did not usher me into a shower.  Then
they were finally together, locked in a transcendent, loving embrace. 
Serene, fulfilled and self assured.  Leaving me, not opposite her as a
lover, but inside her, an indissoluble part of her body.