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Here is another story that I have written.  Again, if you are not of
age (18) or live in a community where adult material is not allowed,
do not read any further.

This is an adult story, and meant to be freely posted and archived, so
long as due credit is given to the author.  Please don't profit from
my work  :-)

All comments can be directed to:

dez187lm@hotmail.com



Lost Passion By:  H.D. Meister




I would not have believed it possible, but then again, my life seems
to run on one simple rule:  shit happens.  Not more than three hours
ago, my close friend Beth fingered herself to three earth shaking
orgasms.... while I watched.

It all started during my monthly porno-fest.  I tend to stay celibate;
I don't like going out and hunting for female companionship like other
men.  It was a Friday, and I had rented several adult movies,
stretching from anal sex to straight sex to lesbian only.  I sat in
one of the two recliner chairs in my livingroom smoking on a ten
dollar cigar and sipping on a forty ounce malt liquor (yeah... I'm
black) and had just inserted the first movie into the VCR when the
phone rang.  I reached for the cordless and answered.

"Hello?"

"Quick?  It's Beth.  I know it's your solo night, but I'd like to come
by."

Now normally, I would have said yes quickly;  she was a lesbian and I
knew that there was no chance in hell that we would wind up buck naked
and sweaty, yet something tickled my ears when she spoke.  It's a gift
from my father:  I can hear the meaning behind certain speech
patterns.  It's really helped me avoid some rather dangerous
situations.  This time, I had the feeling that there was more to
Beth's request than a simple visit with an old friend.

"Sure.  Just don't be shocked when I whip out Gunny and pound pud," I
joked.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Old Man," she whispered.

I was right; something was definitely up.  I could hear the lust
dripping from her lips.  I wondered if she had decided to try men, and
had selected me for this honor.  And here came the dilemma.  I cared
for her as would an older brother.  Granted, she was exactly the type
that I would have loved to spend a cold night twined around, but I
would also feel... guilty... if we did happen to have sex.

Yeah... I know it sounds like a total crock, but I like to think that
I do have something akin to honor.  It has kept me from "getting
laid," but whenever I do happen to have sex, it's total, real
pleasure.  Besides... I can always toss a load into a towel and get a
good night's rest without having to worry about who is sleeping next
to me.  The orgasm is not as good as it is with a woman, but it does
quiet the demon lurking between my thighs for a while.

I decided to wait until she dropped by before viewing a movie.  The
pervert in me must have known something was going to happen;  the
movie I had selected was the lesbian flick.  Interracial as well.
Once again, I really need to thank pops for this gift.

When she arrived, I had already put on my best friend smile.  She was
equally well prepared, but I could smell her excitement.  There were
many nights when I smelled that slightly cherry aroma as it swam from
her nest of love.  So I made a little small talk as I returned to my
chair.  She dimmed the lights and settled down in the other chair.
That's when I took stock of her attire.

The dress was thick enough to offer a great deal of protection in the
autumn chill, and was adorned with blue and black flowers.  Her top
looked equally warm.  It was black... that type of void of space black
which doesn't shimmer.  Her hair, long and fire red, was held by a
blue and black scrunchie.  When taken as a whole, she looked... cool.
Yet thanks to pop, I could see well beyond the exterior.  She was
cold.

I tapped the button on the remote control, and watched as the screen
came alive.  My nostrils flared as they filled with Beth's scent.  She
was not aroused;  she was blatantly horny.  I chanced a glance in her
direction, and saw the power within her as she held her hands in
check.  Too bad that I could see her fingers twitch with yearning.
Her eyes focused on the scene of two women slowly licking each other's
love.  Then her lips opened slightly and her breathing jumped a notch.
I looked at the scene on the television:  one of the women was being
treated to a stiff, slippery tongue finding its way into her rear
entrance.

Now this is where things get strange.  It had been two weeks since I
had last blown a load, and I was really looking forward to this night.
I figured that I could hold out until the film was over before taking
care of my needs, but I knew that Beth would stay the entire night if
necessary.  I may not know much about women, but I do know full well
what can happen to anyone who has crossed the line between arousal and
horny.  That's what one-night-stands are based on, and it has
destroyed many friendships.  So I had to find out what was bothering
her... without winding up face first between her thighs.  Add to this
equation the fact that if I were given the chance... and our
friendship were not so precious to me... I would readily place my face
between her thighs.  And kill anyone who would dare try to remove it.

"Beth," I started, pausing the video for a moment, "what's up?  I know
you well enough to know that something's got you wound tight."

"I need to cum.  And I want you to watch."

Talk about not seeing the punch that hit you!  I sat there stunned,
not even seeing anything.  it took me several seconds to realize that
she was looking at me.  I locked eyes and searched within her.  Yeah,
I could have asked her why, but she may have stumbled over the reason.
I searched deep within her, sliding easily through the gaps in her
emotional armor.  What I saw was... not what I expected.

She was well aware that I would not do anything to harm her.  She felt
totally safe in this knowledge... and it also pissed her totally off.
She wanted me to make a play for her.  No... she needed me to make a
play for her.  Somehow, she had this odd thought that if I did... it
would mean that she was truly beautiful.  She needed to know that I
loved her.

Now I was utterly confused, something pop warned me about the moment
he got wind that his boy was looking at women as something other than
a prime target for a spitball.  I blinked slowly, then prepared to
speak.  I had hoped to sound like a caring friend and not some schmuck
with a raging boner and the chance of a lifetime.  I failed miserably,
but at least I did try.

"Uh... OK I guess.  Mind if I ask why?"

When she stood, I went into total defense mode.  Gunny (that's my
dick's name, so no remarks from the peanut gallery!) knew that he was
but one simple touch away from being bathed in womanly nectar, and he
was primed and ready.  I felt myself look around the room for an
escape route as my mind prepared the standard defense lines:  "We
cant."  "You know how much I care about you."  She took a step in my
direction, and I knew that they wouldn't work.  Looked like I would be
getting laid.  Thank goodness for Mack90 (Mack nine oh.)

"Quick..."

"Only if you watch me, Beth," I whispered.  I narrowed my eyes and let
the built up lust color my words just enough.  I had never used Mack90
this way before, but pops said that it worked... at least twenty
percent of the time.  That's not bad, especially for something which
is supposed to let a man control a woman with nothing but vocal tones.
I watched her closely, and heaved a sigh of relief when she stopped
moving.  The fire within her eyes had not faded, but it no longer
swept uncontrolled in her.  I knew that we would be spending a few
hours talking about this moment, but right now we had other things to
do.

I can honestly say that I underestimated her clothing;  she stripped
them off in a blink, leaving only her panties and bra.  They were
royal blue, and shone with the spare light within the room.  She then
stretched out on the floor... and waited.  Taking her silent cue, I
started the movie again, lowering the volume until it was nothing more
than simple background noise.  I tried to watch the movie more than I
watched her, but I guess you can’t blame me for failing.

She started by running her fingers over her breasts, slowly pulling
pleasure into her nipples.  Her breasts heaved slowly, more from my
nearness and fear than lust.  I was aware that she was holding back a
great deal;  her hands, familiar with every curve of her body, seemed
to hesitate.  So, like most men, I misread the signal and began to
remove my own clothing.

I don’t have the body of Adonis, but I like to think it does the job
well.  Sure... I have a slight paunch, but months of working out had
begun to show;  it was beginning to show signs of my hard work.  My
chest was not muscular, but it was formed.  I had lost the bird cage a
while back.  All in all, I hoped she enjoyed the sight, an odd
thought, especially since I knew she was a lesbian.  And here is where
the mistakes were made in droves.

Mistake one:  I looked into her eyes.  Not only did she like the way I
looked, I could see the fire rage once more out of control.  I also
saw the war within her.  She found me sexually arousing, something
which, to my knowledge, no other man had ever been able to accomplish.
I saw her envision my body, sweat dripping off of my arms, chest,
nose, lying passionately on her own.  I could feel her thrash under
the assault of her first taste of male hardness.  I also felt her
revulsion at the thought that she could find pleasure with a man.  She
tore her eyes away, and they locked on my hard member.  Without moving
my eyes, I took hold of Gunny and began slowly pulling my seed from
within the confines of their flesh container.  She was transfixed, but
her hands were more than mobile.  They pulled the bra up, and I got my
first glimpse of her soft skin.

Mistake two:  the Beast woke up with a vengence.  So far, I had not
even given serious thought to actually sleeping with her.  Now that
the Beast had risen from its slumber, I was not only giving serious
thought to it, I was actually planning on how to handle the aftermath.
It was forming the lines with care, patiently gathering all of my
emotions and sifting out the porper intonations which would soothe
her, and allow me to keep my honor.  I had never know it to do this
before.  I stroked Gunny with new gusto, watcing her hands as they
played with her nipples.  Then she spoke.

"What do you think about when you play with yourself, Quick?"

"A warm night.  Soft music.  A woman of such beauty..."  Somehow I
kept from revealing that I often thought watching her and another
woman pleasure themselves well past exhaustion.

"I think about you."

Another puch I never saw coming!  Man, this was beginning to get out
of hand in a big way.  She thought of me?  Why?  What did she see?
Who did she see me with?  The last question forced a shiver up my
spine;  she saw us.  Mack90 kicked in, giving me ammunition to hit her
with.  It was time to do a bit of creative editing, and Mack90 had
more than enough experience... even though I did not.

"You watch me suck on a woman’s nipples gently, longing to show me
how to do it right.  I can see your own nipples strain at the air,
hoping beyond hope that I would vanish.  They want the honor of
sliding over her body.  I can smell your nectar.  I can see it sliding
down your thighs, yearning for a soft feminine tongue to blaze away
the bliss."  Yep.  I was definitely going to have a long chat with pop
when I decided to go home.  This Mack90 is too powerful for a novice.
I actually found myself believing that story.

Mistake three:  she walked through the door Mack90 left open for her.
She actually bought the lines.  One hand slid down her stomach,
confident that I knew nothing of her true fantasies.  It pulled aside
the crotch of her panties and began to strum a tune on her clit.  She
was bald, a fact that was not lost on the Beast.  I always wondered
what it would feel likt to run my tongue across the whit-hot lfesh
beneath the thick hair thish struggled valiantly to hide a woman’s
wonder.  I found myself licking my chops like a hungry wolf which had
selected its meal for the night.

"Do it, Beth.  Show me how you please yourself."  The words were not
my own.  Mack90 had full control of my throat, twisting the words
which normally would have been thrown into my little fantasy jar to be
pulled out during my next session of solo sex.  To my amazement she
obveyed.  That’s the only way to describe it;  she rolled onto her
side, spreading her legs to allow me to see what she was doing.
Somewhere within the haze inside my mind I knew she would slide a
finger into her rear.  I was not wrong;  two fingers slid into her
love as her other hand extended one finger, pumping it into her rear
entrance.  Dimly, I was aware that I was stroking Gunny with one hand
as the other cupped my sack, squeezing it gently.

Mistake four:  I saw her lips quiver as the truth sought purchase on
their fullness.  I was impressed with the fact that she was able to
force it back, but I also saw the look.  She would tell me.  Perhaps
after we were done... maybe before then.  That I could not tell, but I
knew it was there. She wanted to know what I would be like in bed...
and I still had no clue as to what brought this about.

The last mistake belonged to me.  It happened during a moment of
clarity.  I was looking at her breasts as they jumped in time with
Beth’s rapidly strained breaths... and I could see my seed splashing
across her breasts.  Fear gripped me;  I knew that doing it would
definitely end not only the night, but it could also slam shut the
iron gates to a very good friendship.  Too bad I didn’t think of this
a moment earlier;  Gunny thumped once and was preparing to spill his
load.  There was no way to stop it... especially when I heard Beth’s
throaty voice urge me on.

"Together!" I heard myself cry.  I wanted to close my eyes and simply
flow with the surge of my orgasm, but something turned my gaze to her
glistening mound.  I heard her whimper... then saw her shoot.

I had rented a movie in which a woman could actually spray her nectar.
Now I was witness to this act, and it was as if Gunny was trying to
compete with the power of her orgasm.  He literally blasted her, even
though I tried to aim his spray onto the ground at my feet.
Apparently my arms were locked into position.  Either that... or the
pervert in me simply couldn’t resist the urge to coat a woman with
male seed.

We calmed down from our high, and all the while I tried to get Mack90
to come up with something to say for my actions.  Just as I had given
up and prepared to make some attempt at an apology, she rose, walked
towards me and took my hand.

"Next time, I spray you," she said with a sly grin.

Next time.  OK... so this was not going to be a one time thing.  It
also meant that we would eventually wind up in bed, but I would have
to wait.  Gunny, on the other hand, stopped his decline, and began to
rise once more.  Then Mack90 kicked in again.

"Well then.  Perhaps we should shower.  Fresh sex and a fresh body
seem to go together."  Where in the name of all that is did Mack90
come up with these lines?  Moreover... how did they work?  Beth smiled
and lead me towards the shower.  Nothing happened in the shower, but
Gunny did not even give sleep a moment’s thought.

Twice more we repeated the scene, only this time I wound up licking
her nectar off of my face.  Talk about totally erotic!  When she left,
I was wound up tight, randy for the company of a young woman.  That’s
when she turned around and hugged me.

"I’ll be gone tomorrow.  Drop by and see Missy.  I’m sure you and
Gunny would love the company."

Missy was her roommate.... and a confirmed virgin.  I doubted that she
would give up her virginity to me;  I was not what I would have
considered her type.  That’s when I heard the chuckles.  Both the
Beast and Mack90 were laughing.  Apparently they thought otherwise.

"Uh... can we do this again?"

"Only if you don’t wait a whole month, Quick."

I ran through my finances;  that would not present a problem.  But
what about Missy?  One thunderous thump from Gunny said it all:  I was
about to enter a totally new realm of pleasure.

I’m going to call pop tonight.  We have a lot to discuss, especially
since I now have a new weapon in the battle for womanly company and
affection.

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