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It had been many months since the enforce split up of
Sandy and Jim. True they had seen each other for a few moments here and
there and even shared lunch, such as it was, alone together at a nearby
picnic table. But there was always something lurking in the background.
Sandy was constantly concerned about being seen by the wrong people and
Jim was afraid that Sandy would eventually have her fill of him. Their
"affair" (a poor descriptive word with unfortunate connotations as the
relationship they had could only be portrayed in words of beauty) was an
unequal thing.
Sandy enjoyed the affections and attentions of Jim, but her real and true
love was still her husband and Jim was totally and heartily in love with
Sandy (a fact she could never conceive of as he still professed to love
his wife, but she could never truly fathom him anyway, such a strange
person). What made their relationship so special was the inner and outer
beauty of Sandy.
She was delightfully proportioned, not thin and not full, just right. Her
perfectly created succulent body was ripe with a wonderful combination of
grace, poise and suppleness with a delicious and generous helping of stark
raving sensuality. She exuded passion and seductiveness. Venus would have
been proud to be reincarnated in Sandy.
But Jim was most struck by Sandy's face. She was, simply and truthfully,
gorgeous. Her lovely face was surrounded by a soft halo of warm brown
locks, recently cut short emphasizing the radiant charm of her lovely
face. Her deep blue eyes sparked with ever glance sending daggers of
passion everywhere. A perfect puckish, yet sexy, nose guarded the most
beautiful, full and voluptuous lips ever created. When not smiling, a
seldom thing, they still spoke of passionate things to come, but when they
smiled, ah, heaven. A warm smile from Sandy could raise an army of
impotents to never before achieved heights. Everyone fell under the charm
of this beauty. She was seldom alone.
Jim had to admit that she was the most exquisitely beautiful creature he
had ever seen, yet his real attraction to her was her inner, spiritual
beauty. She gave off an aura of peace and harmony with Man and Nature. Her
every movement, so natural and easy, displayed a deep sensual appreciation
of live and love.
Most of the rest of Sandy was in Jim's imagination. True he had seen hints
of her supple, sensual figure through her cloths, but only what they
allowed to be seen. She was not the wearer of tight, revealing outfits,
but neither did they hide the exquisite rise of her tempting breasts,
delightfully rounded derriere and elegantly formed legs. Jim ached to
explore what he could only imagine.
Before the fateful Black Tuesday, when his life fell apart, he had be able
to perform a delightful massage on Sandy's feet and hands. The sensuality
was so high for him that he about lost it several times. And once, while
having lunch in his car in the rain he had massaged her back and gotten up
the nerve to kiss the nape of her neck. But no kisses in this strange
relationship. Sandy had allowed platonic hugs a three times, but her guilt
made them both uncomfortable. If he had not been made of sterner stuff...
well, that brings us to today.
Their relationship essentially ended on Black Tuesday, a day to be
forgotten, but to them will forever live. True after a few weeks they had
gotten up the nerve to have a platonic lunch and once enjoyed a brief
outing to the Wonder Bread Outlet store. You say, "What?!" But the
significance was not the location, but the fact that they were alone
together. That was like the first unaided step to a paraplegic. This time
they decided they could handle a real lunch together.
It was for a Tuesday. They both hoped for a sunny day, as rain would doom
the experiment. But rain it did. It took all morning for them to decide
that it was still OK. The drive was uneventful, lots of small,
weather-type talk. Pleasantries. Jim parked in the deserted lot at the
park as the rain streamed down the windshield. They unpacked their meager
lunches and ate. The silence wasn't exactly deafening, but there was much
of it. Then they were finished.
After the trash was picked up they both sat back and looked at each other.
"Would that it was the way it was," noted Sandy with down-cast eyes.
"Do you remember our talks about how women visualize male gentleness and
dominance, Sandy?" "Sure, but you never quite understood what I was trying
to say, Jim. The reason why women perceive aggression, hopefully mild, as
erotic and seductive is that it cloaks their guilt, guilt fashioned by
society's inhibitions on the sex act, particularly for women." "No, I see
what you are saying and it is clear in your life isn't it? You find me
interesting because I am a little different, I call it gentle, you
probably have other words for it. And then I hear about your husband and
your first husband. Don't get me wrong, I think very highly of your
husband and even if I didn't, because he is your husband and you love him
I am his Number Two fan. (My envy of him will go unspoken!) It is just
that you wished WE could be back the was it was, "loving" each other
platonically and, of course we can't, because of your guilt feelings and
fear. But that is not all that is not the same was it was."
At that instant Jim reached over to Sandy and placed his arms around her
shoulders. Sandy was totally unprepared for this. "No, we can't allow this
to happen," she said, with some alarm. "Don't say 'we', you may not want
this to happen, but I do."
With that he pulled her to him. The gear shift was decidedly in the way,
but he slid past it. Desperately he sought her lips. "Sandy, I am going to
kiss you and you cannot stop me. I have longed to kiss you, but I have not
wanted violence. But if I must force you I will."
Sandy had slid down in the seat trying to get away, but it only allowed
Jim to use his weight to hold her. His arms were now firmly around her,
pinning her upper arms to her side. As his face came near to her, she
turned her face away from him. "No! Don't, Jim."
"Sandy! Look at me!" She stopped and turned her head. She looked up at Jim
with fear and anguish in her eyes, "I can't let you do it. I can't live
with it. Suppose someone comes by?" "Sandy, I love you. Those things
matter to me, but I do love you, dearly. I have tried to express my love
for you with things, with notes, with spoken words. You acknowledge the
fact like it is a notice on the 6 o'clock news. 'Interesting, but it has
nothing to do with me.' Well, it does!"
With that he bent down and kissed her. She struggled to break free, but he
held her in a vise grip. Violently twisting her face away she practically
screamed, "This isn't fair! Let me go." "No, Sandy, I have wanted to hold
you close to me and kiss you for longer than you could imagine. I shall
not let this moment pass."
He reached up and held her face, twisting it around so he could look
deeply into her lusciously fierce blue eyes. "Sandy, I love you, so very
much I love you." And he kissed her again.
Her struggles began again, but she was virtually helpless under his
weight. His kiss became a long passionate fulfillment of months and months
of frustration. She could sense that and felt helpless. The kiss was
certainly not unenjoyable, just undesired at that particular time. "Reason
with him," she thought.
But she would not have the chance. The kiss became even more passionate as
his warm wet tongue forced its way between her passionate lips. They
circled around her glisteningly smooth pearly teeth, hastening this way
and that. They snaked along her teeth into her cheek searching this way
and that. The suggestive nature was not lost on Sandy, nor was Jim's
desperateness. She made the mistake of trying to speak and as her mouth
opened, his probing tongue entered unobstructed. "This is where I belong,"
it seemed to say. It hungrily searched out her tongue and entangled
himself with her's.
As their tongues played gaily like little children Sandy became acutely
aware of what Jim had been noticing for a long time. She was stretched
nearly prone along the seat of the car and he was covering her full
length. The relative positions of their bodies was nearly as a couple in
the act of intercourse. The not unpleasant increasing pressure from him on
her loins was not lost on her either.
She uttered and nearly inaudible cry, one of anguish, possibly pain, maybe
one of passion. But her struggles to extricate herself diminished
slightly. Actually, they had only served to enflame both of them up to
that time. When she ceased her struggles, Jim seemed to take over.
Gradually her snuggled closer to her. Her loose, flowing dress allowed him
to force his knees between her legs and apart a little ways. The bulging
mass between his legs desperately searching for a safe haven.
Finally the kiss became too much. As they broke to allow the breath of
life to return, he slid down, quickly unbuttoning her blouse. She was slow
to recover and did not realize his actions were more than a clumsy attempt
to paw her breasts. Before she knew it he had slipped open her blouse and
had cupped each luscious breast in his hands. His fingers searching for
the crown of beauty atop each lovely full breast. Her nipples were
unashamedly reaching out for him. As she tried to reach up to grab his
arms he slipped his hands underneath her bra and lifted it above her full,
ripe breasts. She clutched his wrists in desperation and pulled them down,
but this only allowed him to firmly set his hot passionate mouth on one
crown.
An reflex cry left Sandy's lips, but her hands did not release her grip on
Jim's arms. As his tongue slowly felt its way around the ruby areola,
Sandy's breathing became short and labored. The tongue paused on its third
circuit and gentle touched the nipple. A rush of air into Sandy's lungs
lifted the nipple into Jim's mouth. It closed over the nipple and gentle
sucked as his tongue massaged. A few moments there that bringing the blood
rushing to the very tip of the sensitive tip of the nipple was followed by
and equal excursion on the other nipple.
Gradually, Sandy's grip on Jim's arms faded. Her arms fell to her side as
she passionately absorbed this energy.
A sudden spasm in Sandy's back caused the both to start. "I can't stay in
this position, Jim," she said. He raised himself off of her allowing her
to sit back in the seat. Her further words, "Maybe, we had better...,"
were muffled by his mouth again as he planted another long deep kiss on
her full cherry lips. Her arms then went around Jim's shoulders. He held
her slim waist.
His hands felt around her waist and slowly began a sensuous trace of her
delightfully contoured bottom. He could feel each seam in her underwear as
he cautiously searched. As they forced their way under her she
involuntarily raised herself up. But he only paused as his hands continued
on their was down the back of Sandy's thighs. Then they returned along her
side. Twice they followed the same sensuous route. Then as one returned by
the same road the other crept lower to the hem of her knee-length dress.
As his hand lighted on her flawless knee, Sandy again broke away from the
kiss.
"No, Jim. You can't do that." "Yes, Sandy, I can. You cannot do anything
about it, except enjoy it. There is no room in this car to do anything,
but explore, so don't worry." "I...I don't think we should." "All right,
just a few brief moments. It won't hurt."
Although she tensed up and her hand went down to his, she did not stop
him. He gentle crept up her lovely turned leg towards the seat of passion
so remote to him until now. He felt the impenetrable fortress of under
pants, but his tracing of her furry triangle and delicate rubbing above
her mons and labia were more like a warrior scouting the bastille than a
lovers touch.
Apparently assuming that Jim would be satisfied with this she reengaged
him in another passionate kiss. After a seemingly long time, but only a
few moments, Jim's, by now, expert hand gentle crept up to the waste band
elastic on Sandy's panties and gentle pulled them down.
As Sandy broke free again to prevent a further invasion, Jim grabbed her
with both arms again and rolled her over on top of him. As she struggled
to regain her balance he quickly hoisted her skirt up to waste level and
deftly lowered her panties in practically the same motion. By the time she
knew what had happened, he again rolled her back to the seat. She could
not reach her panties to get them back, so she had to limit herself to
trying to extract herself from under Jim again. This just allowed Jim's
hand to again search out the tempting warm spot between Sandy's legs.
Jim placed his whole hand gently over her mons and deftly began probing
for her the apex. With a groan of remorse she tried to reach for his hand,
to stave off the attack. But just as she grabbed his arm again the groan
tailed off into a moan of delight as he found the clitoris. The joy-bud
burst into life as he found the tip; the blood cursed through her veins
towards this seat of exquisite pleasure. "Oh, my god, that feels good. I
want you to stop, Jim. I don't want you to stop. Don't stop."
"I won't stop. But you may start." Her hand, not needed to allay his
advances, fell limply. Not missing a stroke on her clit, he gentle picked
up her hand and placed it over his bulging crotch. Her hand stayed there
for what seemed like minutes. Whether it was trepidation or fear of the
unknown or whether it was just the rapture at what was taking place in her
body, we will never know nor care, but her hand remained motionless.
But eventually it moved. Cautiously at first, and then with vigour. The
hint as to what dwelt beneath was too much for the heavily breathing
beauty. As Jim's hand brought forth stronger and stronger sensations she
traced the ever-growing swelling. It promised to be of enormous
proportions. She slowly unzipped and unbuckled his pants. As he rose
slightly to assist her in her endeavors she pulled down both his trousers
and underwear at the same time. But before she could seek out the article
of interest the first wave of orgasm enveloped her. All she could do was
reach for Jim, to pull him to her, to hold him close.
As the waves passed, a huge sign of relief escaped Sandy's lips. "God,
that was good." But before she could say more, Jim slipped down and stuck
his nose into Sandy's moist, warm crotch. "Come up here," she said and
tried to pull him back. But he was not to be dissuaded. Skillfully his
adroit tongue sought out the blossom of release again. Her admonishments
to join her were abruptly curtailed when his sensitive wet tongue settled
on her clitoris again. As he delicately danced all around the passion
stalk occasionally darting up to the tip, then to retreat, Sandy's passion
steadily boiled inside of her.
She groped down to find Jim's exposed, but as yet undiscovered, penis, but
it was too far away. "Let me have you too, please." She cried, but it was
not to be. Just as she lay back a second flood of love-juice gushed forth
in her second intense, massive and magnificant climax.
Exhausted, she lay panting as he snuggled up to her, still carrying the
heavenly odor of love with him. She cringed as he kissed her.
"Sandy, anything of yours is honey to my lips. Please share with me in
this delightfully wonderful feast?" With a smile she flung her arms about
him, pulling him to her bare breasts in a warm passionate kiss. "Of
course, you can. Let me taste it, too."
His, "I shall," was suddenly punctuated with the presence of a stranger in
their midst. His sturdy and upright penis, crying for attention, with an
urgency previously unknown, saw the way open to his heaven. While the
attentions of Sandy and Jim were diverted, he snuggled down between the
lovely legs of Sandy, gently touched her soft brown pubic hair and as if
attracted by the musky smell of her vaginal fluids dexterous poised
himself above the labia. This delicate and tender searching, presumed to
be probing fingers by Sandy, caused no undue stir, but a quick, expert
thrust, enlodged the gigantic, rosy head of the grand penis, shocked
Sandy.
As she broke away once again she cried, "That's not your finger!" "No, it
is something even better," he answered as his swollen, rigid tool,
measuring nearly three inches in diameter steadied on course.
Frantically she tried to extricate herself from the weight of Jim and the
pinioning effect of the monstrous steel rod, the ruby red head firmly
lodged in place. Her desperate struggles were easily contained by the
advantage of position and weight and with each movement to free herself of
the rigid pole pulsing with blood and lust the stark penis seemed to creep
in slightly. A cry of rage and dismay nearly escaped Sandy lovely lips,
but a hastily place, yet passionate, kiss muffled any further outcry.
This was not what she had wanted or expected, yet there was no pain. A
friendly and kindly path had been prescribed. Her honey-juices, so amiably
and free flowing minutes ago, did not seem to wish to subside. A strange
feeling, nearly released twice before, moments ago, seemed to be taking
over her body. Not only was she being forcibly raped by a friend, but her
body was giving up the fight. Inch by inch the magnificent stallion of a
phallus surged forward to the task at hand as her muffled gasps became
quieter and less violent.
Sandy felt that the end was near. He most frantic efforts seemed futile,
her most vehement objections, in vain. She fought the idea to relax and
enjoy the rape. But struggling was useless. With her strength ebbing, she
hesitated.
The turgid and unyielding shaft, mistakenly interpreting the pause as
submission, elatedly with his conquest, stopped his stubborn laboring. For
a brief second he retraced his path toward the outside world again, but
before completely removing himself, once again began his relentless fight
for home.
One more quick, strong thrust of Jim's loins and the turgid veinstudded
pole ended his long exotic journey. Now the fun began. Very slowly Jim
withdraw his splendid shaft to nearly the point of loss of engagement,
then once again begin the delightful passage back, each time his staff
seemed to renew its energy and expand and extend, accordingly. Three or
four times this happened, when, ever so imperceptibly, the age-old dance
of love deftly performed by Jim began to be slowly echoed by Sandy's
lovely pelvis and her stifled cries turned to moans of pleasure.
Once again nature had turned the struggle between two attractive adults
into the cavorting dance created by God for their pleasure, and His, no
doubt.
The superb rock-hard, yet sensitive penis meeting its passionate equal in
the exquisitely soft and sensitive, gloriously seductive, warm and
lusciously moist cave of love, the female vagina. For more than twenty
minutes this dance of life continued, the participating couple oblivious
the everything, but each other, and the amazing activities of their
bodies, no longer in their control. All they could do was cling to each
other in rapture. His arms strongly encircled her lovely body, drawing it
closer and closer while she reached out to enfold him. Desperately seeking
to be one she arched her beautiful shapely legs around his back
alternatingly nearly crushing Jim and relieving the tension. All breathing
and motion meshed together as one unit. Sandy and Jim were one in the eyes
of all. The only deviation from the erotic rhythm of their pumping bodies
was the ever so slow increase in pulse.
I will not bore you with further details, except to say that the end, so
exquisitely and wonderfully punctuated with the hot, surging semen of Jim
filling to overflowing Sandy's love canal, its mixing with her sweet
secretions, and further highlighted with their simultaneous indescribable
orgasms, was not necessarily welcome. Too soon a good and great thing.
But, then, their newly discovered pastime need not be a one-time thing. |
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