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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.

The following story contains scenes of explicit sex.  If you're not old
enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)



GOOD GRIEF      
     by Sue

It was appropriately gloomy weather on the afternoon when my good 
friend Beth was buried.  Her death at the hands of a drunk driver was a 
tragedy that all of her many friends felt very deeply.  Of course, her 
husband and two young children were devastated by the loss.  I had 
known Beth since our high school days when we were both cheerleaders.  
We saw each other almost every day during the following years, often at 
the health club.  After our work-outs, we would share long talks over 
coffee about the traumas and joys of our lives.  I thought I knew 
everything about her, and every one of her friends.  Was I ever wrong!

The funeral service was held outdoors, next to the grave site.  More than 
a hundred people attended, all bundled up against the insistent autumn 
chill.  I knew everyone there, most with tears filling their eyes.  Half-
way through the service, I noticed someone whom I didn't recognize, on 
the far side of the circle of Beth's friends.  He was leaning against the 
gnarled trunk of a huge sugar maple, ablaze with golden foliage, and he 
was dressed more casually than most of the mourners.  Although he was 
physically part of the group, I knew instinctively that he was separate 
and mysterious.  My curiosity was piqued; who was this one person I 
didn't know, who felt strongly enough to attend Beth's funeral? 

I needed to know.  So when the final words were spoken, I avoided 
conversation with the friends standing near me.  Instead I circled around 
the outside of the group toward the tree where he had been standing.  He 
was already gone.  Glancing around, I saw him sitting on a stone wall a 
couple hundred feet away, staring off into space.  He was deep in 
thought, and perhaps I should have left him in peace.  But I so wanted to 
know how he was connected to Beth, about whom I thought I knew 
everything.  I screwed up my courage and walked over the leaf-strewn 
grass, silently sitting near him on the wall.  Minutes passed without a 
word, as we watched everyone else walk away from the grave.   Even 
when the last car had sped off down the dirt road, our quiet meditation 
continued, until finally he turned his head toward mine, and said, "I 
probably shouldn't have come here today, but I just couldn't stay away.  
Beth had a powerful and exciting influence on my life, and in my way, I 
loved her very much."

What on earth was he talking about?  According to him, Beth and he had 
been close.  But he was unknown to her community of friends.  So I just 
had to ask bluntly, "Who are you, anyway.  I'm sure that I've never seen 
you with Beth, or around town."

"I've never actually met Beth, at least not in person.  But she and I knew 
everything about each other, since we talked to each other over computer 
networks.  We were sort of like penpals, or e-pals, I guess you might 
say."  He saw the bewildered look on my face, and continued, "I would 
explain all this to you, but what she and I had was very special, and very 
intimate.  And it was absolutely secret.  So I'm not sure that I should go 
on.  I would hate for her family to be hurt."

I asked, "How do you know that I'm not a family member?"  To which 
he answered, "Well, I'm pretty sure that I know who you are.  You're 
Sue, aren't you?  Beth described you in great detail, and no one else at 
the service looked like you do.  If it weren't for what she told me about 
you and the deep friendship that you shared, I wouldn't have even said 
this much.  But she said that you were the most open-minded and open-
hearted person she knew, so I'm taking the chance with you.  I know that 
you are familiar with America Online and how it can be used to get into 
sexual fantasies.  She told me that you are the 'SueNH' that writes all 
those stories for the Internet."

How the hell did Beth know that?  I haven't told anyone, not even my 
closest friends.  It turns out that she had discovered the stories, and had 
recognized my physical description, the neighborhood, and my 
personality.  I had dropped enough hints for Beth to figure it out.  I was 
somewhat horrified to have been discovered, but also tantalized by the 
possibilities.

While I sat there with my jaw hanging open, he continued, "Beth really 
appreciated the companionship that you offered her, and both of us 
found your stories to be an incredible turn-on.  We talked endlessly 
about the wild and erotic images you write about."

Well, compliments like that will always get my attention -- as will the 
face and body and voice that this mystery man possessed.  And the 
mystery itself may have been the part that was the most intriguing to me.  
So I promised to keep what he told me to myself, and to not be 
judgmental or shocked by anything that I learned.  With that assurance, 
he decided to trust me, and then he told me their story, which went 
something like this:

His name is Dale.  He, too, was married.  Beth and he met in a general 
chat room on America Online, where they discussed parenthood and 
marriage and eventually the boredom and stagnation of their lives.  
Given the anonymity of the Internet (I learned that Beth used the alias 
"OpeningUp" as her screen name, which said a lot about where she was 
coming from when she met people online), the two of them started 
sharing more and more intimate feelings.   Early on, Dale suggested that 
they move to a "private room", where he thought that they wouldn't have 
the distraction of all the other people chatting in the public room.  He 
knew that the private room system existed, but hadn't actually used one.  
Beth immediately asked him if he was trying to "cyber-seduce" her (I 
like that expression), and when he denied it, she told him that she was 
disappointed! 

Dale discovered that she had been a regular participant in these rooms 
for a couple of years, and that she looked forward to the safe, 
anonymous, and wild fantasies that could be played out with her online 
partners.  I had promised Dale that I wouldn't be shocked, but it was hard 
to maintain my composure to hear that sweet little Beth, member of the 
PTA and the church ladies auxiliary, was actually a wanton vamp of the 
computer networks.  Over the years, she and I had shared so many 
conversations.  I thought she was telling me EVERYTHING, as I was 
baring my soul to her.  Of course, I, too, had been holding back, not 
telling her one important thing -- about my alter-ego as a regular 
contributor to alt.sex.stories.  So it shouldn't have come as such a 
surprise to find out about Beth's secret life.  But it did!

Now my curiosity was getting really revved up.  And my interest in this 
magnetically handsome stranger with the syrupy voice was 
overwhelming any sense of social correctness that should have been 
guiding my behavior.  Dale was reluctant to get too graphic in his 
description of what the two of them talked about in the private room.  
After all, we were talking about someone who had died only a few days 
ago, who had just been buried within sight of where we sat.  Yet it was 
precisely for those reasons that we found ourselves able to talk so freely, 
stranger to stranger, connected by our mutual friend for whom we both 
were grieving.  


Anyway, it turned out that Dale and Beth had arranged to have a regular 
rendezvous every Tuesday morning at 10 o'clock.  That explained why 
she had started coming to the health club only four mornings a week.  
For an hour each session, they would start with some flirting, then they 
would verbally undress each other, followed by some torrid sex that 
transcended the apparent limits of their keyboards.  Both Beth and Dale 
had occasionally experienced orgasms without touching themselves, just 
from the extreme arousal of the typed conversation.  Each time, they 
would imagine themselves outside of their regular lives, sometimes 
playing roles as if they were in another time or another city.  

They always reserved a few minutes at the end of their session to have a 
discussion that wasn't about the cyber-seduction.  Sort of like the 
proverbial post-orgasmic smoke-a-cigarette talk.  They laid bare the 
tender wounds of their lives, revealing their vulnerabilities and dreams.

Dale lived in Arizona, so it was both impractical and unwise to meet in 
person.  Despite their exciting fantasies and their unfulfilled "real lives," 
neither really wanted to take the risk of hurting their families, or 
endangering the reputations that they had staked out in their 
communities.   Despite their exciting fantasies and unfulfilled "real 
lives", neither wanted to take the risk of damaging their families or 
reputations.  But eventually, the exhilarating and illicit online affair was 
like a drug that needed a bigger fix.  They made plans to meet, in the 
flesh (quite literally).  

Dale had arrived yesterday, checking into a motel in a neighboring town.  
He only found out this morning about Beth's accident.  He knew it was 
inappropriate to show up at the funeral, but he couldn't stay away.  He 
needed to see her put to rest, and he found it strangely reassuring to see 
Beth surrounded by her close friends and families.  Of course, he was 
disappointed at this sudden reversal of fortune.  but he was instantly 
resigned to the reality.  His greatest regret was that Beth and he had not 
gotten to share the single night of physical passion that they had 
planned.  One night was all that they had allowed themselves, and then 
they had promised to return to their real lives, never to meet again, 
online or in person! But they couldn't live the rest of their lives without 
tasting the forbidden fruit just this once.  

Now that phrase "the rest of our lives" had a tragic poignancy as it 
related to Beth.  But for Dale, he had reached for the apple and it had 
been pulled from his grasping hands.  His sadness about Beth's death 
was mixed with understandable frustration for his own tough luck.  

As Dale told me this history of the two of them, I found myself stirred 
by the romance, and titillated by the erotic overtones.  I was drawn to 
Dale not only by sympathy, but also by a rising sexual charge.  When he 
mentioned his frustration at the end of the story,it was clear to me that 
much of it was sexual frustration.  I instantly made a decision which felt 
totally right at that moment (although it certainly seems reckless as I 
look back on it).  I could be the stand-in for Beth for the one night.  His 
long anticipated union with his cyber-lover could in some fashion be 
fulfilled, and I could see that this required no sacrifice on my part, for 
my attraction to Dale was instantaneous, going back to that first moment 
when I had spotted him during the funeral.  By "becoming" Beth for a 
few hours, I could perhaps be giving her a final tribute.  If her angel was 
watching over us, she could enjoy our sexual encounter in some mystical 
and vicarious way.

While this plan crystallized in my head, I chose not to explain it to Dale.   
This wasn't a time for logic.  I simply stood up in front of him between 
his knees, pulled his head to my breasts, and ran my fingers through his 
long curly hair.  "Dale, I want you to do something for me, and for 
yourself.  I want you to let go of reality for a few hours.  Tonight I will 
be your Beth.   Right this minute, I am Beth.  I want you to forget about 
my death, to forget about Sue.  I want you to celebrate our love, to make 
love to me with all the passion that you have kept imprisoned for so 
long.  I want to see your body.  I want to wrap my hands around your 
cock.  I want you to kiss me all over.  And I want you to fuck me like 
there is no tomorrow.  Because there isn't!"

Dale started sobbing softly, and the tenderness of the moment brought 
tears to my eyes as well.  His arms were wrapped tightly around my 
waist.  After dwelling in the grief for a few more minutes, I took the 
initiative, and reached behind me to take his hands.  I pulled them down 
so that they rested on my ass cheeks.  Dale was still hesitant, so I pressed 
his fingers into my flesh.  Eventually, he let go of his self-restraint, and 
began massaging my ass, gently at first, then more insistently.  I glanced 
around quickly to make sure that there was no one left in the cemetery.  
Then I gripped the waist of my simple black sheath and began to bunch 
up the material, pulling the hem up from my knees.  I'm not sure that 
Dale even knew what I was doing, with his face buried between my 
breasts.  With a final yank, I pulled the material out from under his 
hands.  The cool autumn air was in sharp contrast to the fingertips 
burning into my skin.  

Dale was now fully into the illusion of me being Beth.  His crying had 
stopped, and where the fabric of my dress was damp from his tears, I 
now felt his hot breath wafting against my nipples, making them harder.  
One of them was trying to poke out his eye.  My hands were now resting 
on his shoulders, and I kneaded the tightness from his neck muscles, 
slipping my fingers under the collar of his turtleneck.  His hands had 
migrated around and under my ass cheeks, so that he was pushing his 
fingertips up into my cunt, pressing the thin fabric of my pantyhose into 
the moisture that had seeped out of my vagina.  I normally don't wear 
this type of underwear when I am expecting any kind of sexual 
encounter.  I had no idea that this would be in the cards today!  But I had 
dispensed with panties, since the hose provided the warmth and modesty 
that I required for this solemn occasion.  Now that stretchy nylon 
material was providing almost no barrier to the exploring fingers that 
slid along my puffy labia, flicking over the hooded nub of my clitoris.  I 
hadn't realized how completely aroused I had become, but now I could 
feel the moisture soaking into the nylon, and the coolness from the air 
sent shivers up my spine.  Or were the shudders caused by the 
stimulation of the prodding fingers?  I gasped with the intensity of it all.

But the seasonal chill was just too much.  To say nothing of my fear of 
being spotted by a passerby.  After all, my courage to be sexual on the 
Internet is quite different from what I feel is possible in my home town.  
So I pulled away from Dale and let my dress fall back to my knees.  I 
drew his hands up my torso, bumping over my sensitive breasts, and up 
to my mouth.  My lips wrapped themselves around a couple of his 
fingers, and I tasted my own pungent juices.  Stepping backwards a step, 
I let the grasp of my lips pull him to a standing position.  "Let's go to 
your motel.  I'll follow your car," I said, and the sultry tone in my voice 
surprised me.  We walked hand-in-hand out to the dirt road, and kissed 
passionately one time before getting into our cars.  He was driving some 
clunky looking rental job.  I was in my sporty little Miata, with the top 
up for the weather.

When we got into town, we had to stop at the only traffic light.  I used 
the brief pause to remove my shiny pumps and shimmy out of my 
pantyhose.  I tried to be inconspicuous about my movements, since this 
was the busiest part of our little town.  Now my simple black sheath was 
my only piece of clothing, and I know I wouldn't be wearing even that 
much longer.  Turning up the car's heater, I let it blow up between my 
knees, which I separated as much as I could within the tight confines of 
the driver's seat.  The hem rode up high on my thighs.  I could 
immediately smell the unique fragrance that emanated from my oozing 
cunt.  As I tailed Dale's car for the 15 minutes it took to get to his motel, 
I let my fingers tease myself ever-so-lightly, swirling around my 
gumdrop nipples, and occasionally dropping down to slide through the 
lubricated crevice of my naked cunt.  I had to restrain myself from 
touching myself too aggressively, for the temptation was very strong.

Finally, just as the sun was setting in the West, we arrived at the High 
Hills Motor Lodge.  Even before I had pulled to a stop, Dale had hopped 
out of his car and was unlocking the door to his room.  I stepped up to 
him and through into his tidy little room.  When he reached for the light 
switch, I stopped his hand.  Trying to reinforce the illusion, I said, 
"Remember, I am Beth.  You know who I am.  You know what I look 
like from what I told you in the chat room.  Let the light from the 
window be your guide.  Let your hands lead you."  I was using a 
monotone voice that I hoped would be hypnotic.  "Remember all the 
wild scenes we have had together.  Tonight I want you to make it the 
best time of all.  I want you to tell me how you like it.  I am yours for the 
night.  I am Beth.  I am yours.  Make love to me."

He was hooked completely.  Even in the dim light I could see that his 
eyes were kind of glazed over, and he was breathing rapidly and deeply.  
I let my hands drop down to his crotch, where I gave his cock a gentle 
squeeze.  He was rock-hard, and so very big.  He leaned back against the 
door, and asked me to take it out.  His voice was almost a whisper, 
desperate and urgent.  I wasn't there to be a tease, so I leaned forwards to 
kiss him hard.  While our lips mashed together and my tongue plunged 
deep between his teeth, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.  
Dropping to my knees on the thick carpet, I pulled off his loafers, and 
then quickly removed his trousers.  His erection made a huge tent in his 
white boxers.  I snaked a hand up into each of the loose pant legs and 
with my fingers straight, I enclosed the hard column of flesh in a 
prayerful grasp.  My fingertips just reached the head of his cock, which 
was trapped under the elastic waistband.  I let my fingernails graze 
lightly over the sensitive skin of his rotund glans.

"Please take it all the way out," he implored.  I bent his cock shaft away 
from his stomach, stretching the waistband outward.  Biting down onto 
the corrugated material, I pulled his shorts down onto his thighs with my 
head.  My forehead rubbed down his cock, leaving a smear of precome 
on my skin.  I released his cock from my hands and used them to pull his 
boxers the rest of the way down his legs.  He was already unbuttoning 
his overshirt and pulling his turtleneck up over his head.

"What do you want me to do now?" I asked innocently.

"You know."

"Tell me.  I'll do anything you ask.  But you must tell me what you 
want."  I wanted to make sure that I didn't break the illusion of my being 
Beth, which I could easily have done by acting in some way that he 
didn't expect.  I just had to hope that she hadn't convinced him that she 
was some kind of dominatrix!

"Please, kiss my cock!  Suck on it the way you talked about on the 
computer.  I've been waiting so long for this moment.  I've kept myself 
from masturbating or making love with my wife for two weeks.  I'm 
tingling all over.  I need you to suck on my cock now.  Please Beth, do it 
now!"

His use of Beth's name sounded so genuine.  I was sure that he was 
completely absorbed by the trance.  And I, too, was having trouble keeping
track of my own identity.  I felt like I really was Beth.  I felt like 
I had known Dale for all these months, and that I had been anticipating 
this moment of forbidden physical pleasure.  I had masturbated only that 
morning as I showered, but now I felt the delicious sense that I get when 
it has been a long time between orgasm, when I know that my time is 
coming.  This was no time to flirt.  Dale's erection was pointing almost 
straight up, and was twitching uncontrollably.  I leaned forwards and 
kissed his balls, then slipped my tongue out from between my lips and 
lapped up the entire length of his solid column of hot flesh.   Just as I 
reached the protruding rim of his glans, my tongue collided with a 
falling droplet of his oily precome.  I drew it into my mouth, savoring 
the musky flavor and smell.  My hands came up and wrapped around the 
base of his cock, and then milked upwards.  The clear, sticky precome 
poured out of his pisshole.  I don't think that I have ever encountered so 
much of the stuff,and I wondered for a moment if he was already 
ejaculating; but I could tell from his other movements that this was just 
the appetizer -- the main meal was still to cum.  My fingers smeared the 
greasy liquid all over the throbbing length of his cock.  I swallowed the 
head of his cock into my mouth -- I had to rise up off my haunches to 
reach it.  Swirling my tongue around the helmet-shaped head, and 
sucking in with my cheeks, I began to pump the exposed shaft with one 
hand.  My other hand cupped his balls and prodded gently into the 
sensitive sacks.  His hands twisted in my long hair, but thankfully, he 
didn't try to force my head into his crotch, for the breadth and length of 
his column of veined flesh would surely have gagged me.  I was 
fortunate that he was a naturally gentle soul.

"Oh god, I'm going to come already.  Please don't stop, Beth.  This feels 
like heaven."  I had only been sucking on his cock for a few seconds, but 
it only took that long to provoke his orgasm.  I took more of his cock 
into my mouth, and the jets of semen started splattering into my throat.  I 
swallowed as fast as I could, enjoying the indescribable taste.  I 
squeezed his balls in time with his contraction.  Abruptly, the strength in 
his knees gave way, and his back slid down the surface of the door.  I 
had to wriggle backwards on my knees, and bend down more so that I 
could keep my lips clamped around his writhing cock.  My ears were 
filled with the hoarse grunts of his incredible orgasm.  Seconds seemed 
to pass like minutes as he came down from the heights.   I continued to 
nibble lightly on his cock, vacuuming up the final oozing droplets of 
cream.  

Finally, Dale got his breath back and stood up, pulling me to my feet 
with him.  "Your turn," was all he said, as he turned so that I faced away 
from him.   He pulled my arms up over my head, and then nudged with 
his toe at my insoles, spreading my feet wide apart.  Reaching around 
my sides, his hands started fluttering around on the front of my body, 
following a seemingly random pattern.  It felt like a swarm of butterflies.  
He brushed his fingertips over my face, up my arms, over my heaving 
breasts, flicking over my distended nipples, over my ribs, onto my tight 
tummy, into my navel....   I'm very ticklish, and I had to bite my lip to 
keep from breaking out in girlish giggles.  But I was also enjoying Dale's 
touch, light as it was.  He was hardly making contact at all, and my black 
dress also buffered his caresses.  Yet that was all it took to make me 
quiver with erotic thrills.  

When Dale reached down to take hold of the hem of my dress, his 
steamy breath penetrated the fabric on my back, reminding me of the 
intimate feeling of his breath on my breasts only an hour ago.  He peeled 
the sheath up over my hips and upper body, and then over my 
arms,which were still reaching for the ceiling.  That dress was the single 
piece of clothing that I was wearing, so now I was completely naked, 
illuminated by the orange glimmers of the sunset through the window.  
Dale remarked, "what happened to your underwear?"  To which I 
answered that I never wore a bra, and that I had removed my pantyhose 
while I was in my Miata.  "Beth, you are as brazen in person as you ever 
were online.  I love that about you.  You know what you want, and with 
me, you are going to get just that."

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.  His strength 
and masculinity enclosed my slender body.  Before setting me down, he 
reached down with one hand and stripped the blanket off the bed.  Then 
he lay me onto the taut white sheet, face-down, and he sat on my rear.  
His strong hands began massaging my neck and shoulders.  All the light 
touches from before were transformed into vigorous kneading.  He 
worked his way down my back, and then pushed himself backwards so 
that he could sit between my knees.  As he massaged my spongy ass 
cheeks, I knew that he could see the shadowy wet folds of my cunt, and 
the star-like opening of my asshole.  His thumbs crept closer and closer 
to these targets, but just when I thought he would work his way into my 
cunt, he shifted his attention to my thighs, and down all the way to one 
foot.  He sucked my toes into his mouth one at a time, stopping only 
long enough to say, "This is what you've been begging to have done for 
months, isn't it, Beth?  I love giving you this treatment."  Then he rubbed 
my other leg, repeating his toe sucking on that foot.  It did feel good, and 
he was very enthusiastic about it.  Being Beth meant getting involved 
with her particular little fetishes.  Maybe having my toes sucked is 
something I need to add to my regular repertoire.

"That's wonderful, Dale," I said, "but now I want more."

"Like what?" he responded.  Right away, I could see that he was going 
to play the same game on me that I had played with him.  He wanted me 
to say what I wanted.  "Bring your hands back up to my ass," I said.  But 
when he only went back to massaging my cheeks, I implored him to 
touch my cunt.  

"Like this, Beth?" he asked.  But all he was doing was grazing over my 
sparse cunt hair with the fingertips of one hand, while the other 
continued kneading my butt.  

"Dale, I'm too excited to talk.  You know what I like from when you've 
touched me with your silent voice over the phone wires.  I've begged you 
to do those things that no one else has.  So now I want you to make love 
to my body the way we have talked about so much.  You know what I 
want.  Do it now.  Don't tease me.  Please."  With that, I hiked my rear 
way up into the air, and spread my knees further, so that I was totally 
open and accessible to him.
 
Instantly, his fingers pressed more insistently into my cunt flesh.  His 
long middle finger slipped easily between my slick labia, and the fingers 
to either side scissored in around the engorged lips.  His hand prodded 
back and forth plowing my furrows, thumping against the hard peg of 
my clitoris.  then I felt the thumb of his other hand slip into my gaping 
vagina.  He pressed that thumb down toward the palm of the hand that 
stroked my clitoris, so that the hard knob of his first knuckle brushed 
over my G spot.  Slowly at first, then gradually accelerating, he danced 
over and inside of my totally receptive cunt.  Instinctively, he knew 
exactly where to probe, how hard and fast I needed it.  Incredibly, at the 
moment that I started to reach my climax, he stopped his motion, 
maintaining a firm but passive pressure, until I, too, backed off from the 
peak.  Then he began the gradual climb back up the mountain of 
pleasure.  

Four times he brought me almost to the crest, and four times he denied 
me that summit.  I never feared that he would be so cruel as to leave me 
frustrated.  I understood that he was playing me like a guitar, strumming 
chords on my G spot as he plucked at my rubbery clitoris.  I was 
captivated by the music.  As I ascended the mountain for the fifth time, 
Dale allowed me to surge over the final barrier, and I reached my climax 
with hurricane force.  I could feel the pulsing waves smashing up from 
my crotch and spreading through my body and into my head.  My 
breathing was harsh and rapid, like the winds of the storm.  Time stood 
still as my body shuddered and writhed on the snaky fingers provoking 
my convulsing cunt.

I had no time to recuperate before Dale moved up behind me and placed 
the fat head of his cock at the dripping entrance of my vagina.  Gripping 
my hips with his hands, he drove his cock all the way into me with one 
sudden thrust.   I was totally open, and was able to accommodate his 
huge prong of meat with only a shrill hiss that came not from any 
discomfort, but only from the visceral pleasure of being stuffed full of 
my lover's cock.  His wiry pubic hair pressed into my ass cheeks, and he 
remained motionless.

"Beth, your cunt fits my cock so perfectly.  I can feel your inner muscles 
churning and clutching.  I've dreamed of this moment for so long.  It 
feels so incredible."  For emphasis, I did my best to clamp down on his 
cock, and then I started to rock back and forth.  At first I only moved an 
inch or so, and his hips remained glued to mine.  But eventually, he 
allowed his cock to withdraw and then disappear, again and again.  He 
let go of my hips and reached around with both hands to envelop my 
breasts.  His fingers softly pinched and rolled my plump nipples.  I 
clutched at the sheet and tried to dig my toes in, so that I could gain the 
leverage needed to drive my cunt into his groin.  I needed him to fuck 
me hard, and it just wasn't enough.


"Lie back, Dale, and let me do the work.  That's what I want now."  And 
I pushed back extra hard with my ass, encouraging him to flop 
backwards onto the bed.  His cock was pulled out of my cunt with a 
slurping sound, and then flopped hard onto his stomach.  With my back 
still facing him, I settled back onto my haunches, with my ass hovering 
over his hips.  I reached between my sweaty thighs and took hold of his 
slippery cock, aiming it straight upwards.   Lifting myself up, I 
reinserted the glans between my drooping lips.  Then I dropped my butt 
down onto his groin, impaling myself completely.  Immediately, I began 
pistoning up and down at a furious pace.  The bed started creaking 
loudly, and I worried momentarily that the frame might break! My head 
swung around, flailing my long blond hair into a golden cloud.  My 
breasts swam around crazily, colliding with each other with damp 
slapping sounds.  One of my hands found its way behind me to a spot 
along side of Dale's chest, and I leaned backwards and to the side.  He 
could again reach my breasts, and he tried to tame their wild dance.  My 
other hand fell down to his balls, bouncing around under my pounding 
cunt, and I took up the gentle squeezing that had been so stimulating for 
him earlier.  My wrist rubbed against the splayed lips of my cunt, 
sweeping over my slippery and tender clitoris.  

He could remain passive no longer, and he started meeting my 
downward thrusts with vigorous upwards hip-tilts.  I felt like I was 
riding a bucking bronco (or was it a fucking bronco).  Both of us were 
sweating profusely, and the fingers clutching his balls were bathed in the 
commingled juices from his cock and my cunt.  Earthy smells and 
animal grunts filled the air.  We had both achieved an earlier orgasm, so 
we had the time to enjoy our uncurbed lust.  At one point, I thought I 
might have to stop from exhaustion, but I got my second wind and was 
able to continue and even quicken my pace.  It wasn't long after that I 
could feel my second climax begin to spread its tendrils of elation 
though my veins.

"I'm going to come now, Dale.  Come with me.  Pour your seed deep 
into my body.   Don't wait.  Aaahhhhhh."

And he didn't wait.  His hips exploded off the mattress several times in 
rapid-fire succession, and then he pumped upwards one last time, 
becoming frozen with his ass a foot from the bed.  I sat up straight, 
abandoning my pistoning.  Instead, I bore down hard, grinding my cunt 
into his bushy pubic hair.  I was milking his spasming cock with my cunt 
muscles and rubbing my fingertips into the sensitive spot between his 
balls and his asshole.  My wrist pressed hard into my clitoris.  Within 
my seething vagina, I could feel the blasts of semen erupting 
volcanically like hot lava, splashing up against my cervix.  My own 
orgasm was short and electrifying.  It was a dizzying rapture that was so 
intense that it almost became painful, and I forced myself to push off of 
Dale's stiff body, falling onto the bed at his side.  In the faint light, I
saw his shiny cock still pointing toward the ceiling, shooting one last 
fountain of silvery come into the air and landing on his sweaty chest as 
he allowed his hips to sink back down to the bed.  

The intensity of my exertion and my lust left me drained and spent.  I 
could only close my eyes and fall immediately into a deep sleep.  Fluids 
percolated from my ravished cunt, and the sticky secretions dried in my 
pubic hair.

That night, I had the most real-feeling dreams....  of being surrounded by 
radiant white angels, and of Beth looking down on me with an impish 
smile.   She said to me, "OK, Sue, so of course I'm jealous...  but I still 
want to thank you for taking my place tonight.  You've given a great gift 
to Dale.   You're a sweetheart.  I'll put in a good word for you up here."

To which I could only reply, "No need to thank me.  By having the 
chance to 'be' you for a few hours, I've already gotten to visit heaven.  
So thank you, Beth.  You've been a dear friend.  I'll hold you and your 
secrets in my heart forever."





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