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.