Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Since we're about at the halfway point, I decided it would be convient for
you, Constant Reader, to have the entire saga (so far) in a single
document/webpage.

   A word of reminder, due to certain plot points, this story is set in the
late 1980s

   Comments, suggestions, criticisms, whatever shadesofextasy@hotmail.com

   Love Thy Neighbor Chapters 1 - 7

   Story coded M solo, voy, F solo, mutual masturbation, M/M oral, M/F oral
vanilla, M/M anal

   This is the first chapter of a rather epic story that I have roughly
plotted out.  The conceit of the story is the discovery of adult-oriented
material that simply wouldn't be plausible in a modern setting so it is set
circa 1988 or so.  For those worried about certain story elements, there
will be no incestuous contact at any point, a fetish i personally find
squicky but to each their own.  I've already in the editing phase of
Chapter Two and writing Phase of Three so hopefully Two will be up by the
end of this week.  With any luck, I should have new chapters up every 10
days to two weeks ...  hopefully...

   Story Codes - Porn, mutual masturbation, MM & MMF onscreen, solo F and
voy solo M.  Approx 14,000 words.

   Comments - criticism - whatever - shadesofextasy@hotmail.com

   Chapter One of Fourteen (?)

   It wasn't like I had never seen anything like it before.  When I was 14,
I had fortuitously stumbled on my (presumably) father's private cache of
PlayPens and Wildcats stuffed into one of the leather attaché cases he
frequently brought home from work and stashed in a dusty corner behind one
of the workbenches in the basement.  Subsequently I spent countless hours
secreted in my room, gazing in wide-eyed wonder at the glossy airbrushed
pages of those men's magazines, frantically jerking off to the sterilized
version of female perfection before furtively sneaking back down to the
basement to replace them.  But I had never seen anything remotely like what
Ethan showed me in the box he had gotten from under his mother's bed.

   These magazines were hardcore and raw, stuff that showed everything, all
the terrible and wonderful details of the most intimate human flesh, up
close and personal.  The previous pictures of naked women I'd seen before
were pale shadows compared to the image I saw now of a titian-haired beauty
laying back on a bed, one hand cupping her firm, ripe breasts while the
other wantonly rubbed her naked pink slit, the shameless groan on her mouth
silent but made obvious by her gaping mouth and tossed head.  I hadn't
expected anything like this but I found myself utterly enthralled, despite
my self-conscious embarrassment with Ethan right there.  I shifted
uncomfortably on the floor to try and stifle the fluttering in my belly but
couldn't seem to help my body's response, Everything seemingly conspiring
to intensify the heat and excitement building inside me.

   We sat on the floor in profound silence, my hands shaking as we sifted
through the slick pages of lurid photos.  As I examined each pornographic
image, I was very aware of dual tensions mounting within.  There was a
vague but definite sense of trepidation that, combined with the sexual
excitement coursing through me, was a heady mixture.  When I saw my first
truly hardcore shot, a luscious blonde sprawled before a nude man shoving
his big swollen penis into her widely stretched mouth, I don't know if I
was more shocked by the raw lewdness of the image of fellatio or that the
rapturous expression on the model's face seemed genuine as she hungrily
sucked for the cameraman.  Whichever the case, I definitely could feel my
heartbeat quickening and couldn't help but squirm a little bit, my cock
stirring restlessly.  Flipping through the pages, something caught my eye
and I felt myself blush furiously, tingling sensations streaming wildly
downwards at the shockingly prurient pose.  Now a sexy brunette lady was
sitting naked on top of a good-looking man, her eyes half-closed and her
mouth hung open, as he sent his huge cock far into the creamy recesses of
her gaping pussy.  He had his hands possessively clutching the pale moons
of her curvaceous ass, using the plush globes to lift her high into the air
before he pulled her down on his towering shaft.  The raunchy shot brought
my building erection to full hardness, straining uncomfortably in the tight
constriction of my pants.  I couldn't help but fantasize what it would be
like to fuck in the woman-astride position, my cock penetrating deep into
the slick canal of her juicy pussy.

   Reaching the end of the magazine, I randomly grabbed another and a small
cry escaped my lips as I looked at the photograph.  It wasn't the shot of
the lovely redhead lying on a kitchen table, a handsome male model nestled
between her widely split legs, his pointed tongue stretched forward, its
wet tip probing her vaginal petals that shocked me.  No, it was the second
man, a classically handsome blonde whose sapphire eyes sparkled and whose
lips ovalled around the first stud's cock while his cheeks sucked inwards,
the beefy shaft sprouting outwards ruggedly thick and slick with his
copious saliva.  And although I was ashamed of my instinctual reaction, I
could not stop the delectable ripples of hot desire from coursing through
my electrified body and was achingly aware of the warm trickle of pre-cum
spilling down my achingly throbbing cock.

   Throughout all of this, Ethan and I hadn't said a word and I'd only been
aware of his presence because of the growing realization that both of our
breathing was becoming progressively hotter and faster, more shallow and
more ragged.  I had this idea of nudging him and showing him this picture
that was so intense that it required sharing but was frozen by the
scandalous image he was viewing and it made my own body pound with need. 
The photo he was gaping at was similar to mine in that it depicted a
big-busted brunette laying on her back, a handsome dark-haired man feasting
on the pink folds, swollen and glistening with the nectar of her arousal,
of her tongue-hungry pussy.  This one also featured a second man only in
this case only now he was on his knees while he rammed the hefty pole of
his oversized cock into the clean-shaven hollow of his male lover's anus. I
knew the taboo image should have disgusted me but the truth was the deep
warmth that had been spreading throughout my loins suddenly ignited into a
seething fire.

   Unfortunately, that was the moment we heard the door downstairs swing
open and heard the telltale sounds that someone had entered the house. 
Flustered and mortified, I sprang to my feet, face burning with shame,
frantically gathering up the smutty magazines.  In my red-faced
humiliation, I did not want to even look at Ethan, but when I dared to I
saw him equally blushing, eyes cast downwards in mortification.  Scrambling
about together, we somehow managed to pick up all the porno mags, shove
everything back into the box and under the bed as we had found it before
scampering back to Ethan's room.  Flushed and breathless, we both jumped
when Mrs.  Lunsford knocked on the door, asking if we boys wanted chicken
wings.

   "Can Sebastian stay over?" Ethan asked.

   Mrs.  Lunsford smiled and I felt that familiar pressure forming in my
chest, whenever I was around her, a cinch seeming to tighten around my
heart.  Ethan had mentioned once she was 44 years old but she still looked
good to me, her hair maybe longer than she usually kept it, but her curvy
body remained just as tempting as when I'd first noticed her.

   Of course, she would never notice me, and I couldn't say I'd blame her.
At that moment, for example, I was flipping through the pages of Player
magazine with the big-haired heavily tattooed Billy Blades, lead singer for
metal band Striped Tiger, on the cover, not the most mature reading
material.  Of course I was also still dressed in the khaki pants, blue
sweater and white button-down shirt that our private school, Saint Thomas,
required.  I hated them ~~ the whole outfit really, the archetypal image of
the conservative Catholic schoolboy, the way it made me look and feel as if
I were twelve instead of eighteen was just degrading.  I usually changed
the minute I got home, but Ethan convinced me to come straight to his
place.

   Mrs.  Lunsford met my eye and gave me a sassy wink.  "Sure, as long as
Marilee says it's okay," she replied.

   There was no problem there.  Not only had me and Ethan been friends
forever, but my parents thought Mrs.  Lunsford was the greatest ~~ a
widowed mother, successful executive at Energetix, neighbor in the same
upper class suburb of Trident Beach, and a fellow parishioner at Our Lady
of Charity Catholic church too!  My father, jokester that he is, would
always begin conversations about her if my mother was around with "If it
weren't for Marilee..." which would inevitably lead to her exaggerated
response of "Oh, you!" Little did they know of the secret stash of
near-blasphemous pornography residing under her bed.

   Of course, until today, I hadn't known either, and I couldn't help but
look at her in a new light.  Her beauty was simple, elegant even, the
bronze tone of her skin complementing the chestnut of her hair, the golden
earrings dangling from her earlobes shimmering in the afternoon sunlight.
She stood in the doorway, one slender leg crossed over the other, the
crisply-tailored yet very feminine skirt she wore creating a teasing shadow
at the apex of her toned thighs, a barest hint of what lay underneath.  But
it was her energy that snared me, the way she went after anything and
everything with such fervor, and knowing one of her deeper secrets, I
imagined the zest she would show fingering herself while looking at those
nasty photos.  The sensuous thought made my body respond immediately ~~ my
cock, still surging from looking at those pictures, pulsed hot and hard.

   My mom laughed when I asked if I could stay the night, asking when in
the hundred times I'd stayed over at the Lunsfords she'd ever said no, and
when Ethan explained to his mother that he wanted me to sleep over because
we had to prepare for a major Chemistry Laboratory assignment the next
week, she readily agreed.  After all, the two of us had grown up together,
pretty typical little boys.  We weren't the "Holy Terrors" that my older
sister claimed we were, but we weren't angels, either.  We had gotten into
our share of close scrapes and relatively minor trouble, but through it
all, there was one thing that we could count on and that was each other.  I
always had Ethan's back, and he had mine.  There weren't too many days that
we didn't spend together.  There were even damned few weeks where we didn't
at least one night together, sleeping at one or the other's house.  In
fact, that's exactly how our parents kept us in line.  The mere threat of
not being allowed to see each other was enough to stop whatever behavior
that our parents found offensive and that we usually thought was fun.

   Of course the Chemistry excuse had been a mere ruse and the two of us
were up until well after midnight, spending less time discussing
hydrophilic versus hydrophobic interactions and more time discussing
sports. Pop Warner, CYO, Little League, junior varsity and finally varsity
~~ you name it, we played it.  It seemed like Ethan and I couldn't think of
anything better than running around, sweating our asses off, trying to be
the best there was at whatever sport we were involved in.  At first, it was
perfectly natural for Mike and I to take baths and showers together when we
were growing up.  We saw each other naked a lot and didn't think anything
about it.  It changed when we got to be about eleven or twelve, both of us
getting real shy with each other.  But with the advent of high school in
general, and inter-school sports in particular, we once more adjusted to
being naked in front of each other and other guys before and after football
practice when we changed into or out of our uniforms, or when we showered.
We never did go back to taking showers together when we were sleeping over
at each other's houses, but gone was the shyness between us and casual
nudity was an accepted rule.  And so it was not surprising that our
discussion would naturally turn towards sex.

   "So ... how long have you known about your mother's collection?" I
asked, pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms to sleep in as we were getting
ready for bed.

   Ethan flashed a bright grin at me, casually twisting over on the tangled
sheets his bed.  "Oh, I dunno.  A month, maybe?"

   "A month?" I gaped, half-hurt that he hadn't confided in me earlier.

   "Yup," he replied, waggling his eyebrows.  He yawed a big yawn, then
shoved his books off the bed with a bare foot.  He always was a bit of a
slob.

   "Doesn't it make you..."

   "Horny as hell?" He laughed.  "Yeah!  Duh!  I usually jerk off ...
either that or see if Erica is willing to come over.  "

   I stared at him, a twinge of jealousy shooting through me.  "Still with
her `under the bra, over the panties' rule?" I asked somewhat snipishly.

   "Nope!" His triumphant tone declared a revelation was coming.  "The
Congress of We passed an amendment.  As of yesterday the new rule is now
`Fingers and tongues for both!'"

   "So does that mean that..."

   "Nope," he replied, somewhat crestfallen.  "Even in the heat of the
moment she still says no.  She's still a virgin."

   I burrowed deeper into the sleeping bag Mrs.  Lunsford had retrieved for
me from the hall closet, trying to grasp the rather twisted logic that
allowed Erica Galvano to reconcile the fact that not only had Ethan
fingered her sweet and juicy but that he'd also stuck himself tongue deep
in her vajay-jay and her steadfast belief that she was still a virgin.  I
imagined there were probably some deeply self-deluded woman out there who
had gotten triple-banged by football players, all holes filled by the
entire defensive line, but justified that since none of them he had
actually cum in her pussy, her chastity was intact.

   Of course it was all theory for me.  The most I had ever done was taste
Tilly Van der Schyfe's plump and tasty nipples during a particularly heated
makeout session, a puritanically chaste sexlife that I had heard rumors was
the actual primary reason she had broken up with me the week beforehand. 
It wasn't that there hadn't been opportunities before.  A few months
earlier, at the annual Fourth of July party the Pricewater's held at their
sprawling estate, a tipsy Melissa Rockingham had practically begged me to
let her suck my cock.  I'd turned her down, confused my illogical reasoning
that I'd seen Mrs.  Lunsford fifteen minutes earlier, wouldn't I be
humiliated if she'd seen me.  I'd thought it wise to neglect mentioning it
to her son...

   Ethan turned off the light.  "So, which one was your favorite?" he
asked, his baritone smooth as always.

   I did not have to ask him what he meant.  "There was the one that showed
the two girls with the one guy." The concealing darkness had made me bolder
...  but not that much bolder.

   "Oooh, yeah," he murmured.  "Where he's on his back, licking one, and
the other, a small-titted blonde, is riding his cock?"

   I flushed, even hidden as I was in the shadows, hearing him say the
words, feeling myself growing restless as a familiar warmth steal slowly
across my pelvis.  "Yeah..."

   "I love seeing those ones with two guys and a girl, too," he breathed
huskily.  "Seeing her suck on a guy while she's getting fucked ... I'd love
to know what that's like."

   The tension from both the earlier unnamed apprehension that had now
resurfaced coupled with a fierce arousal that had never been sated became
simply unbearable.  My body burning with that luscious need, I gave in to
temptation, stealthily slipping my hand over my chest and down my upper
torso.  Though I'd been biting my lip, heard my own short panting gasps and
twisted my buttocks on the floor when my hand slipped over my pajamas,
cupping my swelling penis through the flimsy fabric.  I froze at the
unexpected advance and recovered enough to restrain my own wrist from
fondling myself, the fact my primally instinctive actions were nearly
beyond my rational control frightened me a little but thrilled me greatly.

   "I love watching a well-hung guy get sucked," he went on, his voice
impossibly lower, almost gravelly.  "It just makes me remember ... god, it
feels so good..."

   "Does it?" The aching hunger inside me was making me struggle for breath
and the crotch of my pajamas were straining with the swollen bulk of my now
fully engorged erection.  It was pulsing with the dull ferocity of an
untreated toothache.  When I deluded myself into thinking I might be able
to massage the need away, I had to hold my breath for fear that some
tell-tale sound would escape my lips while my very being quivered on its
foundations.  Before that moment I could never have imagined the profundity
of a soft, warm tongue or a steamy, wet mouth licking or kissing my cock,
but now the intriguing thought stunned me, making the blissful sensations
that much more electrifying.

   "Oh my god, Sebastian, you have no idea," he purred.  "I wish I had
Erica's pretty mouth right now ..  her sweet little tongue licking right
here on the tip of my cock."

   My breath caught and in the stillness of the dark I could hear a
susurrant rhythmic sound.  "Are you ... Ethan, are you ...?"

   "Go ahead," he whispered, and I heard that little rhythmic sound
speeding up.  "You know you want to."

   My nerves shattered, my brain dulled almost comatose by the graphic
pornography I'd been near-obsessing over, and my body prickling with sexual
heat, I did want to.  Free from worry by the veil of shadows, I slipped my
hand under the elastic band of my pajamas, past the dense, tangled hair,
seeking my beefy rod.  When my fingers curled around the fleshy shaft, my
lust erupted deep in my belly, loosing a rippling sensuality in the form of
surging heat that inundated me and made my brain revolve dizzyingly.  My
cock was drizzled with flowing pre-cum, allowing my stroking fingers to
move easily, making the same faintly susurrant rhythmic sound that I could
hear coming from Ethan's bed.

   "Mmm, yeah," he throatily murmured.  "God, that's good ... suck my cock,
baby."

   I knew he was imagining it and I fantasized it too, recollecting the
vividly erotic pictures ~~ the good-looking, well-hung stud grabbing the
voluptuous brunette by the hair, forcefully insisting she go down on him
and take his rampaging erection fully in her cock-hungry mouth, her nimble
tongue sliding over the purplish mushroomy glans.  Would it feel as good as
my own masturbating fingers?  I wondered as I thrilled myself with long,
tantalizing strokes.  The sizzling flames that had burst from my tortured
loins now burned nearly all the way through my body and the woolen sleeping
bag tucked around me soon became as sweltering as a sauna.

   "Doesn't it feel good?" Ethan asked in that provocatively low voice.  I
tried to answer him but when eager and desperate mewlings poured from my
lips, I knew coherent speech was hopeless, the pleasure too great.  No
longer able to defy the uninhibited cravings racing wildly through me, I
tossed the sleeping bag aside to my waist, my upper torso all flushed and
hot.  "Doesn't it make you want a sweet, juicy pussy right now?  Ohhh I
want to know what it feels like to fuck ..."

   My breath whistled as I let it out, and the deep burning sensation
firing in my belly grew in intensity.  My body and mind, a twirling,
shattering craze of horniness and torment, reeled as if in a boozy stupor
hearing the metrical susurration growing louder from Ethan's bed.  I
commenced to slowly, squeezingly stroke along the streamlined column of my
pulsating penis in a make-believe of copulation, intensifying the hot,
stroking touch on my aching erection until it had reached an agonizing
hardness.  The shimmering rapture made me spasm with a deep, gurgling in my
throat, feeling no longer like a male human being but a shuddering mass of
lust-maddened, sweating flesh.

   "I want to fuck you ...  Oh God help me, but I want to fuck you so hard
..." he hissed hotly.  I closed my eyes and all I could see was the
close-up picture of a slick, fat cock poised at a wet, pink pussy, the
bulbous glans nestled tauntingly within the plush labial lips flanking a
juicy vaginal hole, waiting to be filled.  By now I had tugged off my
pajama bottoms and was promiscuously writhing in the sleeping bag, reveling
in total, abandoned onanistic bliss, listening to Ethan's equally
uninhibited panting and moaning and the accelerating squeak of the mattress
and box spring.  My own belly danced with lubricious excitement and I
clutched my hot-fleshed cock in a plunging, clenched fist as I started
rolling my lean hips and greedily pumped myself to synchronize with his
quickening pace.  The twin centers of my desire, both my own
malthusianistic pleasures and the taboo excitement that I was sharing in
Ethan's masturbatory joys, drove me on and on.  I rolled my head,
whimpering knowing the climactic end was so near ...  and yet so far.  My
thighs were so painfully taut that they were trembling in their anguish
and, kicking out my legs, I heedlessly threw off the cover of the sleeping
bag.  Heedless of my exposed nakedness I shamelessly undulated in the
darkness, my laboring breath coming as fast as his, consumed by the hot
hungering need scorching my still insatiate cock.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Ethan cried, short, staccato grunts and then a sonorous,
guttural cry.  "I'm coming!  I'm coming!"

   Hearing his shuddering breath, his unrestrained cries of supreme ecstasy
brought me rising higher and higher by the second.  Sucking in a ragged
breath, I frantically pounded my steel-hard cock until a tumultuous orgasm
detonated within, jagged bolts of white-hot euphoria stinging and burning
and making me writhe.  Every gush of thick cream splashing onto my heaving
chest and flexing abdominals was mirrored by a geysering plume of radiant
sweetness within.  Even after reaching the crest of the maelstrom, every
nerve nexus seemed hypersensitive and even the slightest sensation of skin
sliding over skin sparked off streamers of heat radiating through me.  I
couldn't remember the last time even my most impassioned self-manipulation
had resulted in an orgasm that strong and that fast.

   We didn't talk as our gasping and panting breathing returned to normal
and our hearts stopped racing a million miles per hour.  Still trembling
from the rampageous force of my spent desire, the last aftershocks of
lascivious arousal ebbing away, I rolled limply over on my side and thought
about what I had just done.  Realizing I was naked and exposed, I hastily
grabbed the cover and drew it over me, feeling embarrassed for giving in to
my basest self-indulgent desires this way and wondering if Ethan shared in
my nagging sense of guilt.  My trembling thighs finally calmed down and I
chastised myself for resorting to such humiliating acts to quell the sex
drives that sometimes overwhelmed my normally proper conduct.  I considered
apologizing to him but I could hear he was sleeping.  Years of sleepovers
made me familiar with that somnolent sound.  Yet I couldn't seem to drift
off and instead I rolled agitatedly in the sleeping bag, fruitlessly trying
to get comfortable on the wooden floor.

   Finally, after a few minutes of mounting frustration, I decided the best
thing to do was take a piss.  I raised myself a bit unsteadily from the
floor and pulled at the cum-moistened sheets to remove them.  When they
came free, I dropped them in a heap on the floor.  I'd forgotten I was
naked but the idea of sorting through the semen-sticky cloth to retrieve
them was unappealing and besides I knew Ethan was asleep.  And so it was I
was in the nude when I padded silently down the carpeted floor if the
darkened hallway.  A faint glow emanated from underneath the doorway to
Ethan's mother's room, but I thought little of it, knowing, as a voracious
booklover, she liked to read in bed.

   Seeing the light beneath her door would usually have sent me back
towards the other toilet, but because they were in the midst of remodeling
Ethan's bathroom, I was compelled to continue on.  The master bathroom was
next to his and had two entrance points, one that you could access from the
hallway and the other connecting directly to the master bedroom suite.  I
always surmised it was the architect's version of a semi-private bath.

   I always felt funny pissing in that bathroom at night, knowing Mrs. 
Lunsford was right on the other side of the door, but I never locked them.
The reason for this was two-fold, the first being that this was not my
house and I felt that I shouldn't deprive the rightful owners of entry but
also it was a tricky old-fashioned push-button locking mechanism that made
a lot of noise when you operated them.  While I was willing to turn on the
light, knowing from previous mishaps that urinating in the dark can lead to
near-calamitous results, I hated the thought of disturbing her more than I
feared getting unexpectedly walked in on.

   Walking towards the toilet, I happened to catch a glimpse of my
reflection in the full-length mirror adjacent to the sink.  First of all,
I'm relatively short, only five-foot-nine, and at eighteen years old, I
realize that my chances of me making it to 6'4 ~~ or even six foot ~~ are
two: none and none.  Add to this I am very slender, about one hundred and
sixty pounds dripping wet with my clothes on.  I do have three very nice
features ~~ one of which I didn't learn about until later.  I have really
nice hair, dark chestnut with red and gold highlights (natural, not dyed),
which I wear long; and, from what I've been told, very beautiful green
eyes. About the color of emeralds, was how they were described.  I also
that I have a great ass, round and bubbled, and I know all this because I
overheard Cindy Orbaker and Clair Roderick talking about the best asses on
the guys in school Oh, there is another one.  It seems I am somewhat gifted
in the cock department.  Nowhere near porno-sized, but on my slender frame
body, a good-sized penis looks enormous.  I was always getting teased about
it.  I remember one particular shower-room joker who used to always say,
"Don't let that thing get hard in here ~~ you'll poke somebody's eye out
with it." This would evoke a lot of laughter, no matter that they'd heard
it a hundred times already.
Turning towards the toilet, I lifted the lid and seat and was about to
let loose the stream when I was startled by a raucous clatter followed by
her voice, low, but clear as could be.  "Oh, shit!" I was genuinely
concerned so I pressed my ear to the door jam.  Hearing muffled sounds but
nothing discernible, I looked toward the millimeters-wide space between the
door and the molding but I could see nothing.  Curiosity warred with
caution as my hand went to the bathroom doorknob, the silver lever cool
against my flesh.  As carefully as I could manage, I slowly and
deliberately turned the handle.  I knew the layout of her boudoir almost as
well as I knew my own ~~ as I said before Ethan and I had been friends
since the first grade and I had spent countless hours at her house.  I knew
that directly on the other side of the door was a little alcove with a
closet, and that the alcove opened up into the larger space of her
bedchamber, where her canopied bed was kitty-corner from the master

bathroom.

   I could see her.  The heavy oaken door swung upon almost soundlessly,
the latch only making the barest scraping rasp, the well-oiled hinges not
squeaking at all.  I could see most of the capacious queen-sized bed, and
across from that, a 30-inch color television set complete with a high-end
VCR machine setting on top of a carved cedar chest.  But it was Mrs. 
Lunsford that drew my eyes first and sent my heart lurching into my throat.
God, she was gorgeous.  A vision of curvy feminine loveliness whose
full-figured beauty was made all the more striking by the very proper
business suit she still wore.  Her hair had been pulled back in a severe
style, but it revealed the flow of her slender neck.  I lowered my eyes
along the suit, and though the jacket was charcoal gray and the blouse
beneath corporate white, both were cut to display the delicious fullness of
her breasts, the tapering curve of her waist as it flared to her
crescent-shaped hips.  The black skirt was appropriately long enough but
tailored to show off her thighs and shapely legs, ending with her adorable
pink polished toes in a chunky pair of high-fashion heels.

   The clamor I had heard was apparently a fallen vase because Mrs. 
Lunsford was dabbing at the porcelain vase with a washcloth and rearranging
the pastel-hued tulips.  She had her back turned and, after turning off the
bathroom light, it allowed me the opportunity to worshipfully admire her.
What was it about her that seemed to draw him?  Women, in my admittedly
amateurish opinion, were far more work than payoff.  It was as though they
were a completely different species I couldn't understand.  But the truth
was I had always gotten a gut punch whenever I looked at her, but seeing
her in her element, a full-grown woman in the intimacy of her boudoir, sent
a pulse straight through my heart and directly to my cock.  My
sexually-energized mind immediately drew up salacious images of her
remarkably soulful eyes filled with erotic pleasure as she lay under me
while I drove fast and furious into her juicy wetness.  Damn if she hadn't
always had that effect on me.

   Setting the vase in its proper place, crushing disappointment settled
upon me when Mrs.  Lunsford began turning off the lights, but hope revived
as she lit several votive and tea candles and scattered them around her
bed. Within a few moments, an intoxicating osmyrrah of jasmine, jonquil and
mulberry wafted through the bedchamber, the dappled shadows about her bed
now suffused with a golden, glimmering glow but leaving the corner I was
shaded in a murky gloom.  She then set down on the edge of the mattress,
pulled the pins out of her hair to allow the dense waves to tumble past her
shoulders and began to brush her locks.  Her mane was her crowning glory,
the physical attribute about her that would make her stand out from the
crowd.  Rich red copper spilling onto her back, her hair has that rarely
seen crimson of legend.  Not unattractively carroty or that blowzy
unripened cherry you get from dyes but vibrant and deep and shimmering.

   Setting the brush aside, Mrs.  Lunsford shrugged out of her suit coat
and lay the garment across a chair, very neatly.  Standing as she was
before a large, full-length dressing mirror, I got a simultaneous front and
back view as she began undressing with the same precise motions.  After
loosening the straps, she toed out of her chunky heels and placed them
carefully among her two dozen other cherished designer shoes, Unzippering
her woolen skirt, she draped it over a nearby hanger for the next trip to
the drycleaners before undoing the pearl buttons on her blouse, one by one.
Her half-slip was white and austere, but once removed it revealed a lavish
satin brassiere embroidered in an intricately frilly froth.

   Like a lowly caterpillar metamorphosing into a majestic butterfly, Mrs.
Lunsford had transformed from a relatively plain Jane to a sultry diva in
only a matter of moments.  The severe cut of her corporate attire had
masked the sensual beauty but it was now brought out by the slinky
lingerie, the voluptuous fullness of her beautiful breasts straining
against the flimsy bra, her nipples making prominent bulges against the
diaphanous fabric.  With her arms straight up over her head, she arched her
back and stretched, cat-like, as if she were getting the kinks out.  The
motion caused her creamy bosom, already a little too large for her bra, to
jut out and well up over the low-cut cups, dusty-rose nipples barely
visible at the lacy rims, a delectable feast of feminine flesh for my
appreciative eye.  She was all woman, from the small feminine paunch at her
belly, to the curve of her hips, even the gentle slope of her thighs all
cast in light shadows and dark contrasts.

   After her stretch, Mrs.  Lunsford got a dreamy look in her eye, biting
her lower lip in an adorable way.  She then gave a strangely girlish
giggle, pirouetted on her bare feet and skipped over to the VCR.  Pressing
the play button, she then scampered over to her bed.

   I knew from the very moment it started this was unlike any movie I'd
ever seen.  It began in mid-scene and consisted of a single man, short,
sandy blond hair, smoky gray eyes, well-tanned, in his early 20's, laying
in a pile of pillows heaped on a floor.  I figured I was secure enough in
my own masculinity to recognize and appreciate his apparent male beauty. 
Now, I'd seen many men in my life and I'd even seen quite a few naked.  But
I'd never seen a man naked and aroused and I found I couldn't take my eyes
off that guy's huge penis, so heavy that it bowed toward the wide slash of
his navel.  Kneejerk emotions of disgust and revulsion warred with
curiosity and fascination as I watched the stud take his enormous hard-on
in hand and run his curled fist up and down the fleshy column, gently at
first.  I willed my eyes to close, my head to turn, but found that I just
couldn't and watched wide-eyed as he spat in his hand and used the natural
lubrication to up the rhythm as he gripped tighter, closing his eyes to the
ascending bliss.

   From off-screen, a second man appeared, younger, with what I bet was
perpetually tousled, curly black hair, dark puppy-dog eyes, a more muscular
build, and equally naked and horny.  His erection wasn't nearly as long as
the blonde's, but it was substantially thicker and so hard and heavy that
it moved slowly with each step he took.  Gaping in wide-mouthed
incredulity, I stared at the screen as the dark-haired man climbed onto the
cluster of pillows and crawl towards the blonde, his weighty scrotal sac
swinging between his legs.  From the camera angle, I could see the actor's
tight butt as he playfully made his way toward the other guy.  I'd never
before understood the appeal of male asses before, but on seeing his, each
bun pleasingly plump but delectably firm, the deep cleavage between hiding
a shadowy mystery, I began to grasp the physical attraction.

   Believe it or not, it didn't occur to me exactly what these two naked
men were going to do before the dark-haired one straddled the blonde's
body, set his hands on the bed on each side of the other man's well-defined
chest, then leaned forward and take his mouth with his own, affectionately
tracing it with his tongue before gently sliding inside.  Before that
fateful day, the only time I'd ever seen homosexual sex was in the context
of the inhuman brutality and malignant trauma of prison rape.  I'd never
even imagined the level of intimacy I witnessed as they soulfully kissed
and when the camera panned downwards, I found myself fantasizing about what
one of those big penises would feel like as they gently touch.  The skin
would be silken soft, but the shaft would be granite hard, two massive rods
nudging each other.  My religious upbringing made me rebel, to close my
eyes to such obscenity, but the picture was even more vivid, etched deeply
in my brain.  My own cock began to instinctually respond as I internalized
that most sensuous of caresses, a foreign feeling to have another man's
body so close, so loving, but I found myself inexorably drawn to the idea
of that wicked pleasure nonetheless.

   Opening my eyes languorously, I saw the darker man flicking one of the
blonde's pebbled nipples with his twirling tongue while impishly squeezing
the other between his thumb and forefinger while impishly squeezing the
other between his thumb and forefinger, making his partner lift off the
pillows while pleasure raced through him.  I silently rose up from the
crouching position I had been in in time with Blondie as I watched the
scene unfold.  My whole body clenched as the dark-eyed guy backed up,
licking down his lover's taut belly, the blonde laughing as the other man
tried to catch the tight skin around his bellybutton with his teeth.  I was
amazed to see these two playing love games with each other.  Despite my
natural instinct to be, I wasn't nauseated by what I was seeing.  Instead,
I had a greater understanding of male sexuality and intimacy and I was
suddenly terribly jealous of the close bond that these two obviously
shared.

   The blonde's laughter was cut short as his partner's mouth hungrily
found his hard cock.  The cameraman moved a bit to fully frame Blondie's
handsome face as his lover grabbed him and tucked his nimble tongue into
the slit at the blunted tip of his jutting erection.  The actor's narrow
hips lifted off the pillows as he wordlessly urged his male lover to take
more of him and the dark-haired man eagerly complied, titillating him with
a slippery tracing around the bulbous glans, then down the impressive
length.  Taking the egg-shaped testicles in his hand, he lowered his mouth
over the blonde and took him deep, all the while applying suctioning
pressure with his cheeks as he began to move his head up and down in a
lusty blowjob.

   I shifted in the doorway, but it was only to adjust my position so I
could better hear the loveplay between the two actors on screen.  Blondie
moaned shamelessly as muscle-man impressively swallowed him and I could see
him utilizing lips tongue and cheeks in tandem to work on the tasty-looking
hard-on.  Even he eventually needed a breather, and when he did he lifted
his head and, starting at the hefty base of the massive shaft, brought his
hand up as he gripped tightly and turned his wrist back and forth to
increase the pleasure.  Up, down, up, down went the masturbatory rhythm of
his hand until the blonde howled in agony.  I'd never imagined performing
fellatio as a dominating act, but he'd succeeded in doing just that.  Then
without warning, he took a submissive role by sticking out his tongue and
wetly slapping the meaty bulk of his lover's saliva-slickened cock against
it and his upturned cheeks and chin again and again.  I found it sinfully
thrilling.

   I wasn't the only one.  A lusty moan emanating from the bed reminded me
I wasn't the only one enjoying this pornographic show.  I had completely
forgotten about Mrs.  Lunsford but as I looked towards her, still clad only
in her bra and panties, I was reminded again that this older woman was
incredibly hot!  Those feelings increased exponentially as, before my
wondering eyes, she reached around behind her to undo the hooks, and in a
graceful movement, her brassiere fell away.  I almost gasped.  Her breasts
were so beautiful ~~ immaculately white from the signature triangular
outline of a bikini, nipples large and colored a girly pink, like cotton
candy, the unique hue that I would learn later in life that seem to be
possessed by true redheads alone.  Free of the bra, her bosom brashly
jutted out, the plush orbs full and firm, rising and falling with each
breath she took, making my fingers tingle with the desire to touch them.

   Seeing her topless for the first time, I decided that Mrs.  Lunsford was
the embodiment of all things soft, the personification of feminine.  I
liked that kind of softness.  She always smelled good too.  No overpowering
perfumes or choking hairspray, but natural, like soap and fresh air, like
summer sunshine and clean skin.  Yeah.  I liked her natural scent and I
liked her soft skin, but it was more than that, a sneaking suspicion that
there was something hidden beneath that good girl/devoted mother façade and
wondered exactly what that was.  Now, seeing a light dew of perspiration
glistening on her smooth skin and her eyes darkened with lust as she stared
glassily at the provocatively erotic images playing out on the television
screen, I stopped wondering and just...watched.

   Mrs.  Lunsford had been possessed of a beguiling Mona Lisa smile, but
now she parted her pouty lips with her kittenish tongue as she very gently,
very slowly brought her willowy hands across her vulnerably soft tummy, at
first seemingly absentmindedly then with more purpose as she began to rise
upwards.  She tantalizingly brushed her fingertips over those lovely
mounds, starting on the curve below them, at first just lifting the
feathery-soft fullness of each one before squeezing.  Eventually she traced
her slender fingers up along the sweat-slicked sides, then flicked her
lacquered nails across the desire-plumpened nipples, bringing them to fully
rigid attention.  She gasped a little and I could hear her burgeoning lust
plainly in the sultry air of a typically tropical Blue Bay night.

   Silently revering her from my clandestine observation point, I decided
Mrs.  Lunsford looked like an angel ~~ a wicked, dirty angel ~~ doing what
she needed doing most as she enchantingly played with her scrumptious tits,
moaning as the scene in the adult movie playing out before her got more
heated.  At first she seemed content to playfully tickle then teasingly
pinch her pert nipples, one at a time, but as she got more and more caught
up in her onanistic playtime, the other hand moved to join in.  She began
aggressively tugging on the chubby nubbins to make them swell even more,
she rolled the tight little buds between her thumbs and fingers, tugging
then letting go to cup and squeeze both breasts.  Her back arched, her
curvaceous body rolling as her hands kneaded her bosomy flesh and I decided
there was nothing more appetizing than watching her lush breasts bounce and
jiggle.  I couldn't tear my worshipful eyes away from her and fervently
wished I was the one touching her creamy breasts, making her nipples pop
out.  When she began tossing her head in her building passion, clearly
enjoying the feel of her hands on her naked body one of her breasts was
briefly shadowed with a veil of her loosened crimson hair and I had a
vibrant image of what that long hair would feel like trailing over my own
naked body...

   Then it got even better ~~ Mrs.  Lunsford lowered her head, raised her
bosomy breasts, and started thirstily sucking on that erect nub. 
Witnessing such inventive female eroticism made my heart race and the blood
rush into my cock, making it stand begging for attention and approval,
swelling it thicker than seemingly ever before.  I'd never dreamed of being
in the scenario I found myself in and it was more of a turn-on than I could
have possibly imagined, exhilarating me to no end.  When I saw her lift her
other breast and washed her lissome tongue across the pointy nipple, I was
struck by how much her ripe buds resembled two delightfully pink berries
dropped in a bowl of freshly whipped cream.  My mouth was insatiably hungry
for her, the sweat on her body now beading up in droplets I could almost
taste, and I wanted to share with her in nibbling on those scrumptious
treats before continuing on to devour her salty flesh.

   Heat swirled low in my gut, tightening my abdominals, squeezing my
chest. My cock twitched like a wild beast on a leash as Mrs.  Lunsford's
hand trailed down her belly, breasts bobbing enticingly as her sliding
fingers splayed over her soft, soft skin, thighs, supple and buttery,
splaying open, seemingly beckoning me.  I mimicked her movements, sliding
my hand over my hip, pushing it down my taut stomach, towards my own
crotch. A hot jolt of raw sensation zinged through my body, catching my
breath as I saw her slowly, almost lazily pull her panties down, the gusset
clinging to the contours of her sex, and it only reluctantly came free. 
Kicking her undies, visibly doused in her brazen wetness, off her dainty
feet left her clad in a pair of sheer stockings and nothing else.  A fluff
of scarlet pubic down thicketed her plump mound, framed in a triangle of
creamy white skin, just as her nipples were.  It was as though she were
wearing an invisible thong that that only highlighted and flaunted what
bikinis are designed to conceal and hide and I zeroed in on the pink lips
of her vagina peeking out from the curly nest where the hair darkened to
burgundy.

   A loud groan from the television distracted me and when I looked at the
glowing screen, I saw that during the interim, a fully clothed red-haired
woman was watching the two men.  The hungry look on her face as she
witnessed the dark-haired man leaning, naked and voracious, over the
blonde's thick erection, pleasuring him with his mouth, told me that she
wouldn't remain clothed much longer.  She would have to join her lovers in
a provocatively erotic tableau.

   As the dark-haired man perched on his hands and knees over the blonde's
cock, the red-haired woman climbed on the bed between his spread legs.  To
my amazement, she began to tauntingly nip at his well-formed butt cheeks,
then brush the flesh with her soothing tongue to assuage the sharp sting. I
was utterly astounded and watched transfixed as the dirty girl moved her
pretty face to his hairless crease and began to shamelessly lick him there.
Holding my breath, I witnessed her spread his cheeks wide, exposing the
starred dimple of his pink anus, and lewdly lapped at him, liberally
coating his nether opening with her slippery saliva as he groaned his
salacious delight.  The smutty image was very raunchy but I could not help
but reach down and cradle my low-slung scrotum, fondling my tender
testicles in my hand like a pair of oversized marbles.  I had long since
forgotten about my earlier need to piss ~~ in fact, the latent pressure to
go just increased the pleasure as my balls rolled easily in my pleated sac
with my instinctive need for release starting to simmer in my lust-fired
depths.

   Mrs.  Lunsford's shuddery groan refocused my attention on her, where she
was now caressing her silky-smooth-looking thighs.  Then she brought one
hand up and around to ever-so-lightly brush her fingertips across her
crimson fluff, that seemingly-innocuous touch making her thrust her hips
out towards me, as if offering her sweet femininity for me to take.  I
struggled to swallow in my suddenly-parched throat as she repositioned
herself, leaning back on her elbow, one long leg bent at the knee, the
other stretching straight, toes pointed.  She let her knee fall to the side
as she tunneled her slender fingers through the thatch of fluffy curls
between her legs before finally coming to rest in the pink heart of her
silky bush, hand cupped lovingly over her precious sex.

   When she began pleasuring herself by stroking her slit, my hand rose
from where I was playing with my balls, my fingers meeting hot, hard flesh.
My breath snagged in my chest as reflex stroked my fingertips along the
fully-engorged shaft of my throbbing cock to the spongy tip, moist and
sticky with flowing pre-cum.  I tried to remain as controlled as Mrs. 
Lunsford was, the object of my desire gently gliding the tips of her dainty
fingers along the pouty lips of her vulva, never entering, almost as if she
were petting an exotic and dangerous animal.  Perhaps she was right to
treat her sex gingerly.  Only she knew the potential of her pussy.  Perhaps
her greedy cunny wanted to take control and make her a slave to its search
for perpetual pleasure.  But stroke it she did, urging it to semi-wild
obedience, making herself wetter and wetter with her succulent juices until
I could see the droplets glistening in the golden glow of the candlelight.

   All this time, Mrs.  Lunsford's eyes stared straight ahead at the
television screen, never letting the sexy studs or their naughty girl out
of her sight.  When I looked at the glowing screen and saw the redheaded
lady had stepped back and was watching as the dark-haired man went on his
haunches over the blonde's massive hard-on, I knew what was going to
happen, knew I should turn away from this depravity, but I just couldn't.
My own cock throbbed viciously as Blondie reached down and held his
towering rod steady, letting his limber lover use his powerful legs to
hover over that enormous penis.  He leaned forward, resting his hands on
the blonde's chest and the two lovers shared an impassioned kiss, tongues
meshing as he began to lower himself onto the rock-hard shaft.

   I watched in disbelief as the impossibly thick rod disappeared into the
tiny puckered hole, squirming in my hiding place at the lascivious sight of
that huge erection disappearing into a willing, if not downright eager,
man's body.  I knew I should be revolted by the sodomizing obscenity I was
witnessing, but I wasn't.  Far from it.  My cock was steely-hard, so
bloated that I thought there was a good chance it might hemorrhage, my
wicked lust so intense it would burst blood vessels.  It felt impossibly
huge in my hands, bigger than it ever had before.  The volcanic heat and
pressure let me know that I was going to have to masturbate to quench the
raging sexual fire ignited by the orgiastic scene I was privy to, those
flames burning through me like a branding iron.

   On screen, the sexy redheaded lady had climbed on the jumble of
overstuffed pillows behind the dark-haired man and ran her hands
affectionately down his bowed spine.  He trembled as his lover's big cock
rested inside him and she delicately touched him.  When she drew back, he
used his powerful arms and muscular legs to power his lithe body up that
gorgeous rod, only to slide back down.  She crouched at the bottom of the
bed and the cameraman followed so everyone could see the massive organ
being engulfed by his suctioning hole.

   "Oh Terry," the flushed redhead breathlessly whispered.  "Do you have
any idea how beautiful you are?  I love to see that big hard cock disappear
inside you.  How does it feel?  Can you take all of him?"

   The air was full of the sounds of not only the lovers' wanton moaning
but Mrs.  Lunsford's as well.  It was the first time I had watched a woman
masturbate but somehow I knew it wasn't just the novelty that tempted me.
And tempt me she did ~~ in a number of ways that surprised me.  She was
laid out before me, ripe and flushed, her breathing hard and deep as her
hand, which had been merely toying with her cunny, now resolutely spread
her plump pussy lips, running a finger up and down the liquid pink of her
fleshy groove, intimately fondling the sensitive folds shimmering in the
luminescence.  She pushed a finger into her juicy entrance, drew it out and
then pushed it deep again.  I could see the liquid wetness of her feminine
cream as she drew it upwards and I was flabbergasted when she brought her
finger up to her open mouth, unhurriedly licking herself clean, savoring
every nuance of her tasty nectar.

   After dipping into the well of her pretty pink pussy to remoisten her
finger, she brought the lubricated digit upwards, concentrating her
fingertip caress on the nub of her swollen clitoris.  While she swirled her
index finger around her clit in concentric circles, getting herself worked
up, she played with her bobbling breasts with her free hand.  At first she
was content to affectionately stroke and caress her tits, swinging her head
from side to side, her long hair sweeping across her jutting boobs.  Soon
enough, though, she was pinching her swollen nipples, pulled roughly
through the teasing veil of her silky scarlet tresses at the hard, reddened
pebbles.  When, in similar fashion, she began flicking her nail over the
tender nubbin of her clit, her hips introduced a gentle rising and falling
motion.  Her head fell back in complete abandon and her whimpery moans took
on the rhythm of her masturbation and I could see that she was so sopping
wet that the red-gold curls of her cunny were now drenched with the fresh
flows of the moisture that saturated them.

   A movement on the screen drew me back to the X-rated film.  Terry, as
the redheaded actress had called the dark-haired actor, had drawn himself
up and off the blonde's cock only to go on his hands and knees beside him.
Blondie sat up and went behind Terry, considerately running his finger up
the crease of his vulnerable ass before sliding his beefy penis up into his
lover's powerful body.  The only sound was that of flesh slapping
sweat-soaked flesh as the blonde stud began to pound into the other man and
the distinctive slap and the corresponding grunts and groans would have
been enough to make me hard if I hadn't been already.  The camera angle
allowed me to see Blondie's heavy sac swinging pendulously with every
driving stroke, then hear the resounding sound of his body as it slammed
against Terry's muscular frame, sending his rod deep, deep into the other
man's dark channel.

   I couldn't help but wonder that that would feel like, watching another
man take my big cock inside him.  I already knew that, by genetic luck, I
was bigger than most men but knew women were blessed with the soft, supple
channels of their miraculously elastic vaginas designed to guide me or any
other man inside.  But would I be too big to be accepted into a man's body?
I always imagined that I would have to insistently press my way in past the
puckered rosette, the opening clutching him tightly, reluctant to accept
his hard-on.  But the relative ease in which Terry had taken the blonde's
enormous penis, a behemoth that dwarfed even my own impressively-sized one,
made me rethink my previous assumptions and fantasize about pressing into
an anonymous lover, filling him with the steady, rhythmic pounding of his
flesh...

   The couple onscreen had shifted positions and Mrs.  Lunsford did too,
throwing one leg up into the air, pointing her tiny toes up toward the
ceiling while her rounded thighs splayed out even wider to accommodate her
slender hand as she continued caressing her wet cunny.  The rise and fall
of her breasts became shallower, irregular, her breathing becoming more
labored as her middle finger began probing, quickly finding its target. 
When the slender digit disappeared inside her succulent sex, dipping
between her plush labial lips, a deep blush colored her angelic features
and she rose up, her sumptuous breasts hanging heavily, unsupported on her
chest.  She fell back to the mattress soon after, squeezing the flesh of
her thighs together in rhythmic pulses and delighting in the sweet
sensations her slowly stirring finger, pushing progressively deeper and
deeper inside her steamy heat, undoubtedly summoned up inside her.

   I had thought that everything up to this point had been thrillingly
erotic, but Mrs.  Lunsford proved to be just getting started, slicking a
second finger to join the first.  This being my first time seeing a woman
masturbate, I was endlessly fascinated by her enterprising techniques,
twisting her arm to enjoy different angles with nearly every thrust, her
back arching each time she hit a particularly sensitive spot, fresh streams
of her natural nectar drenching everything.  Her breathy panting nearly
matched the lascivious noises being made by the anal sexing couple
onscreen, her eyes glossy as she finger-fucked herself in synchronous
rhythm with the sodomizing masculine couple.  Her once angelically
beautiful face had transformed into a mask of what appeared to be
excruciating ecstasy and euphoric agony warring with one another.

   The debauched sex onscreen endlessly mesmerized Mrs.  Lunsford but not
only did her autoeroticism leave me spellbound, there was so much to see
and hear that I felt myself getting overwhelmed.  She had brought her
second hand down off of her bobbling breast and I watched her hands work
hard in unison at her needy pussy.  The middle finger of one hand had begun
flicking lightly at the fleshy pearl of her clitoris while the twin fingers
of her other hand plunging faster, harder.  Seeing her hips rolling
sluttishly with the dissolute sensation made my own breathing shudder, my
breaths coming short and hot.  My hand fisted my rampant erection, my free
hand reaching for the tight sac of my balls, rolling it knowingly between
my skilled fingers, squeezing, tugging and rolling again.  But my cock was
beginning to savagely ache and no matter whether I stroked myself faster or
not, nothing seemed to restrain the insurgent feelings.

   Knowing I couldn't last much longer without reaching my ultimate
release, I willingly gave in to temptation.  Mrs.  Lunsford was a delicious
feast of sinfully sexual delight, a body made for making love.  As her
breasts heaved and surged, I knew those creamy, pudding-soft mounds would
fit my warmly massaging hands perfectly.  I'll be damned if it wasn't so
easy to envisage sliding my fingertips over them as they glistened in the
candlelight with drops of slick sweat.  I desperately craved being the one
twisting those perfect, swollen, dusky-pink nipples but I wouldn't smother
her cries with soulful kisses, though.  I wanted to hear her screaming with
the shattering pleasure and erotic pain I knew in my heart of hearts I
could give her.

   I knew Mrs.  Lunsford was careening inexorably towards her rapturous
crisis because her entire body had begun to undulate, breasts jiggling
violently under their veil of long glossy cinnamon hair.  Between her legs,
now splayed outwards in a crab-like stance, her masturbatory actions were
quickening until they had become frenzied, her hands a near blur as one
mercilessly fucked her squelching pussy and the other that had been lightly
rubbing her clitoris now ruthlessly lashed the hypersensitive bud.  I
staggered against the doorframe then caught myself, feet wide, my clutching
hand ferociously pumping my cock at a speed I'd never thought possible.  I
squeezed my balls hard, rocking my hips, jacking my hand just as hard and
fast as Mrs.  Lunsford jacked hers.

   A harsh cry emanated from the screen and I turned in time to see the
blonde actor throw back his head and howl as his orgasm came down on him. I
watched Blondie's sexy body seize in ecstasy, pumping his cum into Terry's
taut nether hole.  Seeing it made electric sensation sizzle over my body
like invisible strings pulling from every corner of my being.  They coiled
tighter and tighter inside me, a knot of pure sensation building at the
base of my cock.  My legs were wobbly under me, my entire body woozy with
the need to restrain what was inevitable in the form of that intense
pressure I felt building inside me, like a balloon about to burst.  Hearing
Mrs.  Lunsford's gasping, sobbing moans told me she was almost there too.
Free to let loose, I closed my eyes, roughly ran my fist up and down my own
pulsating erection with a grip that was viciously tight, almost painful,
and imagined my cock ramming into a nameless stud's incredibly tight anus
and pounding between Mrs.  Lunsford's thighs, feeling the wet squeeze of
her sweet pussy as it rippled in orgasmic ecstasy....

   Mrs.  Lunsford's eyes had squeezed tightly shut, kittenish tongue
swirling on her lips, mouthing words that even in the throes accelerating
towards her penultimate release she seemed too timid to voice.  Her hips
undulated against her fingers as she whipped hard and fast against the hot,
wet flesh of her cunny and clit, then her entire body started to thrash,
head tossing from side to side, her upper torso flushed with the fiery
shards of tumultuous bliss sparking off the series of rampageous
convulsions that ripped through her.  Her lusty moans echoed in the close
confines of the bedroom and quickly reached a crescendo.  With both hands
she gripped her spasming pussy, gushing out washes of creamy girlcum, and
screamed out her joyous release.

   Just like that, the exhilarating sound of Mrs.  Lunsford reaching her
dazzling orgasm loosened the chains of the boisterous primal need I had
held at bay for so long.  A maelstrom of stormy blisses thundered through
me as my ejaculatory release rushed wildly up my jerking shaft, exploding
from the flaring head of my cock in a silvery arc, spattering sloppily all
over the wooden doorway.  Seeing her girlcum still dribbling hot and wet
from her gaping pussy to spill into the sopping tangle of crimson hair
between her legs inspired another scintillating detonation of less intense
but still shimmering orgasmic bliss.  My hot juice spurted out two more
times like a miniature volcano of molten lava, each eruption leaving me
bedazzled by the euphoric intoxication of it all.  On and on it went, my
hips continuing to rock my deflating erection in my flexing hands gradually
slower and slower, joyfully enjoying the narcotic afterglow, milking out
every last bit of deliquescent pleasure.

   When I was able to see again, I saw Mrs.  Lunsford, seemingly spent, had
collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.  I found myself leaning heavily
against the bathroom doorframe, sweating profusely, panting heavily,
eternally grateful that I'd been able to watch her transformation.  I wiped
my semen-spattered lower body with a near-by towel and was just about to
make my way back towards Ethan's bedroom when I risked a backwards glance.

   `No can do,' my mutinous brain said as I heard what the redheaded
actress was saying.

   "Turn over, Terry," she said with a wanton laugh, gesturing towards the
dark-haired actor.  "I know you didn't come yet and that beautiful big cock
is not going to be wasted." He groaned, but I could see he followed her
request quickly, probably eager to see what the little minx had planned for
him.

   "I'm sure two big, strong studs like you can take a little more." Right
now, I'm so hot I just need to get out of these clothes."

   While I shook my head at her atrocious acting skills, the redhead
reached up and took hold of the catches on her outfit, flicking them. 
Grabbing the zipper pull, she slowly began to tug it across her chest from
shoulder to waist, the signature sound echoing in the silence.  I could see
the two men on the bed, intently watchful as they took in the scene
unfolding before them.  Though I'd never seen an adult film before, I knew
what was going to happen next.

   "You remember what's under this suit, don't you, boys?" she shot at them
as she parted the upper section of the dress to reveal her succulent
breasts.  "Nothing!" She paused, letting her scrutinizing eyes wander
appreciatively over the two hunks waiting for her striptease.  I couldn't
blame her for liking what she saw.  Both men had finely chiseled faces,
full lips, penetrating eyes and incredible bodies, one lean, the other
bulky, both well-muscled.  They were also supremely unselfconscious about
their nudity, Terry sporting a massive erection between his powerful legs.

   In silent response, Terry boldly walked right up to her, cupping her
pretty face in his strong hands and seized her pouty mouth in a deep kiss.
Never taking his mouth from hers for long, he began tending to her swollen,
achy breasts with his massaging hands.  When he took a diamond-hard nipple
between his thumb and forefinger and teasingly pinched the pudgy nubbin,
she moaned shamelessly into his soulful kiss.

   I'd forgotten all about Mrs.  Lunsford, but motion from her bed caught
my eye and I turned to see her leaning over to pick something out of the
nightstand.  I assumed she was reaching for the remote control to turn off
the VCR to go to sleep, but when she was lying on her back again, I saw her
right hand clutching a bright blue sextoy.  Now I had read that, this being
the open-minded 1980's, more open-minded couples sometimes experimented
with sexual novelties so I wasn't so much shocked as I was curious about
her intimate plaything.  She was still simply holding it, not using it, and
at a distance I couldn't tell if it was a vibrator or a dildo.  All I knew
was that it was blue, quite petite at four, maybe four and a half inches
long, a rather dull white and only vaguely phallic shaped with a
streamlined shape and tapered head.  Nevertheless, I waited with bated
breath for her to start using the toy.

   "Wouldn't you like Jude to join us?" The question originated with Terry
onscreen, and when the redhead enthusiastically nodded, he crawled off the
bed and knelt in front of her.  With him on his knees, never breaking off
the heated smooching she and the other actor were engaged in, she placed
her hands on Jude's shoulders, letting him unlace her boots one by one and
tug them off.  He yanked off her socks and threw them aside before hauling
her to her feet and peeling the dress from his fellow actor, revealing
every luscious inch of that toned body.

   "Oh, you're so very ready for us, aren't you, Delilah?" Jude said,
smirking, running his hands knowingly up her sleek thighs, opportunely
finishing with his thumbs brushing up against her pink and visibly moist
labial lips.  "You're so swollen.  Were you thinking about this as you
watched Terry and me?"

   Delilah nodded her assent, clearly unable to speak.

   I watched as Jude and Terry positioned the amenable redhead on her
knees. Delilah's plush bottom was turned up in his direction in an enticing
pose, swishing back and forth in her lascivious delight.  Despite the fact
that she was made up in a rather tarty way, she was a beautiful woman with
her creamy skin that begged for a lover's caress, and a sensuous mouth that
seemed to promise many hours of pleasure.  Jude took up the challenge,
stroking her head before inserting the mushroomy glans of his soft but
still meaty penis between her parted lips.  She faux-pouted as she
compliantly began slurping on his manhood, but her petulant frown soon
changed to a contorted smile as Terry slid his rampant cock inside her
pretty pink pussy.

   On the bed, I wasn't terribly surprised to see Mrs.  Lunsford once more
moving her hand over her body, down her sides, across her belly, then down,
slowly, until her slim fingers once more were teasingly brushed through the
wet silky curls at the apex of her thighs.  What surprised me was she had
brought the dildo up to her lips and was affectionately kissing the plastic
tip.  When she began daringly sucking upon it, the touch of her fingers
glided across, aroused and heated, leaving her vaginal muscles visibly
clenched, as if to grab and gobble any flesh that neared.

   It was witnessing Mrs.  Lunsford's raw feminine sexuality, seeing the
urge to quench a voracious hunger surging through her with each heartbeat
that, in spite of the fact I had brought myself to two orgasms in the space
of just over an hour, brought my own cock surging back to life.  Never
would I have imagined becoming hard again so soon after such a powerful
climax, yet that was exactly what was happening.  When she, boldly now,
played her fondling fingers further down, full palm contacting an aching,
arching clitoris, the wordless sound, seemingly forged in the very depths
of her soul, that rumbled up, unconscious and uncontrolled, could well
enough have come from me.

   On screen, Terry was pumping gently in and out of Delilah's juicy pussy,
making her moan, her flushed features coming into view when Jude pushed her
hair out of her face before clasping her head between his large hands to
sluice his resurgent hard-on between her cushioning lips.  But my eyes were
mainly focused on Mrs.  Lunsford, one hand continuing to stroke swollen,
heated flesh of her hot and moist and hungry sex while the other moved the
toy, rubbing it back and forth across her breasts before sliding it
downwards until it was gliding across the front of her pussy.  I sat there,
excitedly awaiting the moment of penetration, but the dirty lady brought it
back to her mouth, naughtily licking her own juices off the dildo.  But her
insatiable sex cried out for more substantial attention so she inevitably
drew the dong downwards once more, and this time the blunted head fully
spread open the quivering lips.  She sighed decadently as slowly, inch by
inch she worked the toy deep inside herself.  Her inner muscles visibly
clenched the craved presence as her hips tilted forward.  She raised her
right leg, pressed her bare foot on the wooden pillar for leverage, and
proceeded to pump herself silly.

   In the porno, the three lovers were rearranging each other, Jude, whose
dauntingly-sized erection was now at full staff, saying something along the
lines of fucking Delilah from while the other took her from the front. 
Would she like that?  She nodded again, saying that no matter how they took
her, she would win, her body swaying at the salacious thought of being so
thoroughly manwiched, only her lover's supporting arms keeping her upright.


   "Well, if you're going to take on both of us, I should definitely
prepare you." Terry said.  His erection was enormous and slathered with her
gooey nectar, bouncing slightly under its own ponderous weight and very
eager to be back inside Delilah.  "Jude, toss me that lube,"

   The blonde grabbed a tube of VasoLube that was handily on a nearby table
and threw it over.  The dark-haired actor agilely swept it from the air
then looked over at Delilah.  "You need to turn around so I can get you
ready for us."

   She turned and presented her back to him.

   "Bend over," Terry said.

   As she complied, he flipped the cap and squeezed a healthy dollop of the
slippery lubricant onto his middle finger.  Snapping the lid shut, he
carelessly tossed the tube aside.  Running his finger carefully down the
cleft of Delilah's curvaceous backside, he thoroughly coated the redheaded
actress' daintily dimpled entrance, then eased his finger inside to make
sure when he entered her there would be able to slide in easily.

   Jude climbed onto the jumble of pillows then turned over onto his back,
Delilah a few feet in front of him, a lecherous hunger etched on her pretty
face as she gazed at his brazenly spearing erection, glistening with her
own saliva.  "Why don't you come and climb on top of me, darling," he
playfully taunted, then paused, as if giving her time to consider.  "You
know how far inside you I can reach with this," he added, running his
caressing hand up and down the length of his brawny shaft, lingering on the
bulbous head.  "I can fill you like nobody else," He continued.  "Climb on
up here and let me stick this big cock inside you.  You know you can't wait
any longer."

   I knew Delilah couldn't wait any longer and wasn't surprised in the
slightest when she climbed right up on the pillows and crawled onto Jude's
waiting lap.  After all, that was the easiest way to take him.  But what
did surprise me, what downright stunned me was Mrs.  Lunsford had set aside
her smallish white vibrator and produced from her bedside drawer a new toy.
Only this one was the size of the Leviathan, a big, brutish black thing,
shaped realistically like a grotesquely oversized penis but veined so
densely as to give it the appearance of a hawser or similar kind of
industrial cable.  Looking at the cyclopean sextoy, I was in awestruck
wonderment, having failed so greatly to discern the profound level of this
housewife's lust and depravity.

   While Jude held his towering shaft steady, Delilah bent forward, her
small hands riding his broad chest as she lowered herself and he surged up
into her.  At the same time, I watched, hardly daring to blink, as Mrs. 
Lunsford brought the black behemoth down between her splayed legs and ran
the tip over her plush mound.  She pressed a button I had not noticed
before on the bottom of her toy and the vibrator buzzed to life, and I
watched as she ran the now-vibrating shaft up and down her honey-doused
split.  The sexy older woman loudly purred her unabashed delight as it
touched her body in the most intimate way, spreading her bee-stung vulva
but not penetrating them.  She played with her surging breasts with one
hand while the other kept running the humming toy along her juicy pussy,
teasing herself ~~ and me ~~ with the promise of sinful treats yet to come.

   From my vantage point in the bathroom doorway, I could see onscreen
Terry watching Jude and Delilah make love.  Though I knew in my rational
mind they were adult film actors, I envied the way three lovers could
bestow such trust in each other, sharing their conjoined bodies and their
mutual pleasure.  A wolfish smile crossed his face as he grabbed the
VasoLube off the floor and greased up his straining cock as he clambered
back over to the humping couple but my attention went back to Mrs. 
Lunsford.  The sexy mother of my best friend had begun penetrating herself
with the vibrator, bicycling her legs outwards as she began easing it in
slowly, getting a few inches of the monstrous dong inside before drawing it
back out.  It was a little game that seemed to yield big rewards because
soon she was panting and whimpering with the scintillating sensations the
gargantuan dildo was providing.

   Mrs.  Lunsford had only managed to get about six inches of the whopping
dong inside her but she began to fuck herself, working the thing in slow
semi-circular strokes, letting it go further and further inside her.  I
could tell she was beginning to get really excited when she lifted her hips
so she could get a better angle and began humming loudly as the dildo in
her hands plunged ever deeper.  Slow, steady, the rhythm built, the cadence
ascending until her body started rocking back and forth and her dreamy eyes
fluttered close, thinking who knows what.  I was thinking about her, that
much I can tell you.  I was thinking about the beautifully sexy, throaty
noises she made and how she was pressing her palm against the base of the
dildo harder than I would've ever imagined until, to my stupefaction, her
seemingly refined vagina had consumed the entire thing!  I marveled that
she could get such a fat toy in her pussy.  It was my first revealing
glimpse at the true depths of Mrs.  Lunsford's sexual hunger.

   Motion on the television momentarily distracted me and I saw Terry, who
had been anointing Delilah's nether opening with the gelatinous jelly for
several minutes, now rose over her and lithely slid his big penis deep into
her welcoming ass.  Her pliable anus was well lubricated and open from his
earlier fingering, so he was able to slide into her nice and easy.  But it
was witnessing Mrs.  Lunsford who, totally unexpectedly, picked up in her
free hand the small vibe, still drenched in her slick honey, and forcefully
impaled it several inches into the intense heat of her own tight anal
channel that made my cock ache for release, eager to be serviced.  She
visibly shivered as the multiple tactile stimulations made her jerk and
writhe and then she cried out ~~ not a cry of pain, rather one of
unimaginable carnal delight.

   I had long since resigned myself to my status as a voyeur, tantalizingly
stroking myself, trying not to make any noise when what I really wanted was
to roar my lusty approval.  While I thoroughly enjoyed watching the raw
footage playing out onscreen, it could not compare to what I was witnessing
in Mrs.  Lunsford's libidinous autoeroticism.  It wasn't simply that she
was real and they were not.  There were certain obvious similarities
between the two but, unlike the actors onscreen, there wasn't any pretense
that Ethan's mother was showing off for me.  There was no way I was going
to miss a minute of her self-loveplay, for self-love play was what it was.
The way she took something elemental and earthy as masturbation and changed
it into something rich and feisty intrigued me.  The way she playfully
taunted herself, encouraged herself, pleasured herself completely seduced
me.

   Onscreen, the porn actors' ménage à trois continued but by now I only
had eyes for Mrs.  Lunsford.  The insatiate woman had pressed the button on
the vibrator implanted in her anus and, after visibly turning up the speed,
her hands began to move in well-rehearsed unison, pumping the buzzing vibe
into herself from beneath and humping the pleasure-bringing dong her from
the front.  It was incredible to see how, as she worked herself up, she
fell into a practiced rhythm that allowed both her hands to move in
synchronous motion and her lower torso to rise and fall.  Almost
immediately she accelerated from simple wriggling to downright undulation,
the sensuous motions crushing the ribbed shaft of the dildo gently against
her exposed clit.  The longer she lay there, the faster she went until she
was really fucking herself with her toy phalluses.  It had been obvious to
me from her mellifluous whimpers that she had been voluptuously enjoying
the dual pleasure offered before but now she exploded, half-moaning and
half-crying, hips bucking wildly, impaling herself lustily on all the
inches her plastic pacifiers had to offer.

   Watching my best friend's mother fuck herself senseless was having a
distinct effect on me, and not just the fact that my hand that was ripping
up and down at lightning speed on my angrily throbbing cock.  I could not
imagine a more beautiful sight, had never seen anything so compelling in my
entire teenaged life and I became anxious that I wouldn't be able to stave
off my own railroading climax until she came.  She looked so sexy, her
beautiful face shining with desire, every luscious inch of naked skin
glowing from the incendiary heat she fueled by fucking herself with the
enormous dong ravishing her pussy and the smaller vibe buzzing inside her
tight back hole.  At that moment she had only one thing that mattered and
stroke by heavy, gliding stroke, hips bucking up to meet each and every
rough thrust of her twin pleasure tools, she reached for it.  And while it
was doubtlessly the adult film or the twin dildos slamming in and out of
her liquid heat, filling her up to bursting that sent her soaring, for me
it was the reality of Mrs.  Lunsford consumed with sexual need, body and
soul bare for me to see, unknowingly taking me along for the tumultuous
ride.

   By now I was gasping for every breath, my chest laboring hard as I
struggled to hold back my riotous climax, watching Mrs.  Lunsford go harder
and deeper, fast and mindless, every pounding stroke sheathing both dildos
to their hefty bases, her hips bucking so hard on the bed that I could hear
the bedsprings creak, just like I had with Ethan.  But it was she who went
over first with a jerky shudder that led to a high, keening cry as the
double assault triggered her rowdy release.  She came hard, throwing her
head back and crying out her triumphant joy as the boisterous climax
crashed over her, her glorious body spasming with the rampageous pleasure.
I could see the soft, full cheeks of her curvy ass flexing and rippling
with the powerful surges of orgasmic ecstasy, her pelvic muscles clamping
down tight, holding both engulfed dongs captive as gooey gushes of her
creamy girlcum inundated the welcome invaders, dribbling down the gaping
pink folds of her flesh.

   Watching Mrs.  Lunsford succumb to such blissful rapture, completely and
totally surrendering to the blazing desires of her body, snapped my
self-control, triggering my own climax.  Shuddering and bucking against the
doorframe, I slammed my bloated cock in my throttling hands, my palm
swiveling over the knobbed crest to smooth the slippery pre-cum over the
ballooned glans and down the blood-engorged shaft.  I had vowed myself to
silence but helplessly cried out as deliquescent bliss abruptly exploded
inside me, shivering over my flesh to consume my entire body.  "Oh, fuck
yeah!" I heard myself gutturally whisper as a geyser of hot white semen
crashed into my chin, spattering my open lips and tongue, giving me my
first taste of cum.  I had no time or inclination to think about that
because my cock, convulsively trembling from the shocking, first ecstatic
jolt of the ferocious orgasm, kept spurting out jet upon jet of steamy
ejaculate.  There was so much of it, wave after wave, mirroring the wave
after wave of aqueous rapture flooding my body and soul, filling,
cascading, claiming, consuming....

   I had never experienced before anything as earth-shattering as that
third orgasm of that fateful night.  I don't know how much later it was but
I do know that I still was leaning against the doorframe to steady my
rubbery legs, my ears were still resounding and my panting breath was still
coming so fast I could barely control it.  Based on how heavily I was
wheezing for breath, streams of sweat pouring off me, a casual observer
might have presumed I had just fucked her, not simply watched her get
herself off.  When I peered back into the bedroom, I saw Mrs.  Lunsford lay
flopped out on the rumpled bedsheets, nerveless fingers having long since
dropped both dildos but euphoric aftershocks still rippling her naked skin
and beading her cute nipples.  For long minutes she rested there,
occasional decelerating shockwaves wracking through her.  Then I thought
she laughed, but the sound emerged weak, and maybe, I thought, just a
little bit desperate.

   Feeling suddenly guilty for having intruded on a deeply private personal
moment, I took the bathroom doorknob with hands not quite steady and shut
it as quietly as I could manage, making sure the latch didn't make the
telltale `click' sound.  I turned to the toilet, breathless and stark
naked, and pissed the urine I'd been holding back for God-only-knows how
long, releasing a steaming torrent through my still swollen, sensitive
penis and that felt strangely good too.  Glancing backwards, I noticed the
luminous glow from under the bathroom door was still there, but the sound
from the porno was completely gone, and I knew she must have muted the
television.  It was still and quiet in her room.  Suddenly it occurred to
me that she would very probably be coming into the bathroom to clean up!

   I was pivoting, half-standing, reaching around to flush when the door
opened and Mrs.  Lunsford came in.  We froze, paralyzed in the flickering
blue glow of the television, both of us completely exposed.  I was
completely nude and so was she, all lushly curvy and deliciously soft,
peach-hued skin flushed and radiant.

   "I'm so sorry," she apologized in a squeaky voice but I saw her eyes on
me, moving over my nakedness doused with sweat, lingering for a fraction of
a second on my swaying penis, still heavy and semi-swollen.  "I didn't know
you were in here."

   "I should have locked it," I lamely replied, feeling flustered but,
strangely enough, not humiliated.  "I'm so sorry, Mrs.  Lunsford."

   I knew she was still there but she was suddenly silent and I had an
unfounded but intense feeling that she knew, or at the very least had a
strong suspicion, that I had been standing there, watching her.  "It's my
fault," she replied in an eerily serene voice.  "I should have knocked."

   I flushed the toilet, gathered my wits about me enough to realize I
should wrap a towel around me, then sloppily washed my hands in the sink
before announcing, "I'm done," my voice sounding overly loud and strident
in my own ears.

   "Good night, Sebastian," her disembodied voice said as I opened the
other bathroom door and retreated into the relative safety of the hallway.

   "Good night, Mrs.  Lunsford." I swallowed hard, my mind moving at
dizzying speeds as I made my way back towards Ethan's room.

   He was still sleeping, his breathing deep and even.  The humiliation I
had not felt before tore into me with a vengeance as I pressed my flaming
hot, burning red face into the soothingly cool cotton that covered the
feather-filled pillow.  Every time I closed my eyes, a memory, jaggedly
sharp and provocatively vivid, tormented me and something in my stomach
tightened another notch.  In the stillness of the night, I heard the shower
sputter into life and run for an torturously long time before it stopped
once more, the bathroom door opening and closing again and knew she was
back in her bedroom.

   No matter how much I tried to discipline them, my thoughts strayed
inevitably to the terrible, wonderful things I had seen.  I felt so guilty,
thinking what I was thinking, anguishing that it focused on my best
friend's mother.  And as much as I would have denied it to the world, would
have renounced it to Jesus Christ himself, I was insatiably horny for her
and wondered if Mrs.  Lunsford was thinking about me too.

   Wow - made my self-imposed deadline!  I do have the story (roughly)
outlined and hopefully should be able to finish each installment in a wekk
to 10 days.

   This is the second part in the continuing adventure of our two Catholic
Highschool Boys and one of the student's widowed mother.  This chapter
focuses on 'the morning after'.  Have fun!

   This chapter is approx 10,000 words and is story coded Mutual Mast, MF
(onscreen), MM (onscreen) MF Anal (onscreen)

   Chapter Two Six the following morning found me naked again, only this
time under the rushing jets of a steamy shower in the downstairs bathroom
shower.  I had woken dazed and confused from a feverish dream and was now
firmly resolved to be back in the relative safety of my own house before
anyone in the Lunsford household woke up.  I couldn't face them, either one
of them, I had cravenly decided.  And though I realized it was a
chickenshit move as I turned off the water and reached for the towel to dry
myself off, I knew I couldn't face them.  When I was ready to get dressed I
reached for my school uniform, rumpled from being worn the previous day.  I
hadn't walked home to get a change of clothes, though I probably should
have because I had sprayed a copious amount of come on my boxers the night
before.  I'd discovered this when I woke up and shamefully shoved the
soiled underwear into my pants pocket and went without.  I suppose I could
have borrowed some of Ethan's but didn't want to risk waking him up by
rummaging through his dresser drawers.

   Utilizing all the stealth I could manage, I crept out of the bathroom,
down the hall way and through the great room on my way towards the kitchen.
It was only when I entered that I noticed the light over the stove was on,
the pale glow illuminating my well-worn duffel bag sitting right next to
Mrs.  Lunsford's elegant leather attaché case.

   "Where are you going, Sebastian?"

   Startled, I bit back a yelp and whirled around to find Mrs.  Lunsford
sitting at the table, laptop opened to the Blue Bay Chronicler business
section website.  She was veiled in the shadows, but when she leaned
forward, features illuminated in the ghostly computer glow, sliding her
reading glasses down her nose and fixing me with her emerald-green gaze, an
unbidden thought raced to my mind: `Damn, she looks good!'

   "I ... I couldn't sleep," I replied lamely, dropping my duffel bag to
the floor and feeling the burn in my cheeks.  She made me feel so
inadequate, intimidated, partly because she had seen me naked ~~ and I had
seen her masturbating!  Could it get any more embarrassingly awkward than
this moment?

   "Want some breakfast?" She casually waved me toward a nearby chair. 
"We've got lots of cereal.  Just don't eat the last of the Nutty Nuggets or
Ethan will have your head."

   Pulling a chair out, I sat uncomfortably, looking at her through the
nebulousness.  She wore a well-tailored business suit, and with her hair in
a bun, she appeared severely professional ~~ but deep down, something
inside me stirred.  She was acting like nothing had happened, but I could
feel something between us that hadn't been there before, nothing tangible
or even definable but something real nonetheless.

   "Where are you going so early?" I asked, thinking my mirroring of her
question would be witty repartee but instead it came across as something a
zit-faced junior high student might say.

   "Work, unfortunately," she shrugged, taking a bite of a blueberry bagel
I had not noticed earlier.  "I'd rather not, but what can you do?"

   "That looks good," I remarked, and my stomach grumbled loudly.  I hadn't
eaten since the take out the previous evening, but the thought of greasy
leftover chicken didn't seem very appetizing.  "You usually work on a
Saturday?"

   "New product rollout," she explained.  "Until the marketing campaign and
distribution plans are finalized, everyone on my team will be working
Saturdays, Sundays if needed."

   "Well, that sucks," I empathized, watching her take another bite of that
very appetizing bagel.

   She laughed under her breath and slid the reading glasses back up her
nose with a perfectly manicured nail before dabbing with a napkin a few
persistent crumbs off her lower lip.  "Yes.  It sucks.  To say the least.
Would you like a bite of this?"

   I shrugged noncommittally though my stomach growled loudly again.  I
felt painfully self-conscious around her, like I wanted to check my hair or
smooth down my pants.

   "Here, Sebastian, have a bite," she offered as she held out the bagel,
and for a split-second I thought I saw want, desire, sexual heat only to be
instantly replaced by mischief, making me doubt I'd seen it at all.  "Don't
worry.  I don't have cooties."

   I felt off-balance, daunted, did not know how to reply and was painfully
aware she was watching me as I tore a piece off with my teeth and licked up
the crumbs sticking to my upper lip with my tongue.

   "So ... how did your studying go last night?" I blushed hotly at the
mere mention of the previous night and was thankful the kitchen wasn't well
lit.

   "Okay," I answered as evasively as I dared, the obliquest reference to
last night, to her sensuous writhing on her bed, making me go instantly
hard and squirm restlessly.  I took another bite of the bagel when she
offered it and hugged my knee up to my chin to rest it.  I did it without
thinking, before I remembered I wasn't wearing any boxers.  When I saw
where her glittering eyes were lingering, where the fabric was drawn tautly
over my blatant erection, my cheeks burned hotly.

   "You were up late," she murmured, her usually melodic voice a full
octave lower, her eyes brazen and not moving.  I was paralyzed, frozen in
place, and the look that had flashed in her glinting eyes was now playing
over her face, an uneasily smoldering hunger, made the moment even more
laden with tension.

   "So were you," I breathlessly replied, and found my eyes raking over
her, relishing her long sexy legs and the sensuous feminine curves her
professional attire could not conceal.  I did not look away when I found
her gaze had raised to mine.

   She boldly reached over and lightly touched the corner of my mouth with
her napkin, where I was stretching to reach with my tongue, to get a bit of
bagel.  "Sounded like a lot of laughing going on in there and not a lot of
studying."

   I tried to give a mysterious smile, slowly lowering my leg and twisting
so that the hard-on tenting in my pants was no longer obvious.  "Well, you
know how it goes.  Like the saying goes, `boys being boys'."

   "Yes," she nodded thoughtfully, giving me an enigmatic look as she
popped the last of the bagel into her mouth.  "Boys being boys.  I can only
imagine."

   The kitchen was noticeably lighter now ~~ the dawn was breaking.  Behind
us, Ethan suddenly stumbled in, dressed in a `Property of Exshaw State
Penitentiary' T-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting pajama bottoms.  His
longish blonde hair was a tousled mop around his face as he sleepily rubbed
at his eyes and frowned.

   "Why are you two up at this ridiculously early hour?" he muttered,
blindly groping along the marble countertop towards the
espresso/coffeemaker and flipping it on.  I personally wasn't much of a
coffee drinker but the entire Lunsford clan seemed to be fueled by
Colombian java.

   "I have to go in to the office today, honey." She stood, taking her
plate to the sink and affectionately kissing her son's cheek on the way by.
"You two be good.  Don't trash the place.  And no girls." She said that
last bit in a faux-disciplinarian voice, only I knew from what Ethan had
told me she was in no way playing around.

   "We'll be good," I piped up in my most sycophantic voice, feeling very
Eddie Haskell-ish.  Ethan, on the other hand, petulantly rolled his eyes
and churlishly stuck his tongue out at his mother's back.  Mrs.  Lunsford
smiled at me and her bright eyes smiled, too.  For a moment, just a brief
second, they flickered down to the crotch of my trousers, her wanton look
sending an electric jolt of heated need coursing through my body.

   "Bye, Mrs.  Lunsford!" I called, furtively watching as she hooked the
attaché case before sashaying out the door.

   Ethan grimaced at me as he heard the door close and the alarm chirp
automatically behind him.  "Be good?  Really"

   "We're always good." I smiled, watching him pour Nutty Nuggets until
they mounded up over the brim of the bowl.

   He snorted in derision, hopping up to grab a gallon of skim milk out of
the fridge.  "Well, then, let's go upstairs and get up to some good."

   "Ethan!" I laughed.  "More like `no good.'"

   He hungrily wolfed down a mouthful of cereal and crunched noisily. 
"Don't you want to see the videos?"

   I felt myself blush, the memory of catching Mrs.  Lunsford watching one
of those videos last night very vivid, but of course, I couldn't tell him
that.  "Ahhhh sugar and caffeine!" Ethan announced, his craving for a java
jolt evidently making him miss my guilty reaction.  He pulled a mug out of
the cupboard.  "The true Breakfast of champions ~~ aren't you hungry?"

   "No," I replied, not telling him about the tasty bagel or the
provocative conversation I'd shared with his mother, either.

   "That's a first," he said, shaking his head.  He paused, and I
frantically wondered what he moght say next.  "Well, let's go then." He
snagged his Nutty Nuggets and his steaming coffee and, without a backwards
glance, headed out of the kitchen.  "I want to show you something."

   "Another something?" I closely followed him up the stairs to his
mother's bedroom, wondering what mischief he could possibly be up to now.
While Ethan set his coffee on a coaster on the night table, I stood in the
doorway that led to the master bathroom access, and it reminded me
forcefully of the momentous events of night before.  While I leaned against
the frame, Ethan lounged lazily on the mattress, much as his mother had
done.  My whole body began tingling with the memory, staring at the bed
where I'd watched Mrs.  Lunsford stroke then pump her pretty pussy.

   A sly look came across Ethan's handsome features and he began fishing
about in his pajama pockets.  I'd seen that look before and knew he was up
to no good.

   "Oh, man, you're not going to believe this.  Check this out!"

   Without warning, he flung something at me, an object tumbling end over
end as it whizzed through the air.

   "Hey, asshole," I cried out.  By reflex only I managed to catch the
item, surprised by the sudden weight of something long and hard in my hand.
"What in the heck?"

   "Oh, come on, dude, it's a vibrator," he mildly jeered, curled up on the
bed, having gorged down the cereal in record time as he was wont to do and
was now noisily slurping the milk out of his bowl.

   It really was a vibrator, a day-glo pink phallic-shaped thing, oddly
cold, but made of some soft, gel-like material.  `I don't even want to know
where you got this thing," I said slowly, very carefully choosing my words.
"The only question I have is why you have it."

   Ethan grinned like the Cheshire Cat, drinking his coffee in huge gulps.
"Ahhhh god, I love caffeine." He paused for a moment, a rascally glint in
his eyes when they met mine.  "It's a present for Erica." His voice dropped
to a conspiratorial whisper and I joined him in sitting on the bed.  "Now,
I know for a fact Erica has had to satisfy her nightly masturbation
fantasies of me with the trusty shower nozzle.  But no more!" His face came
to life as he turned a knob on the bottom, bringing the whole thing to life
and brushed it against my forearm it began to vibrate.  "But as of tonight,
this will be buzzing right against her little clit..."

   I jerked my arm away like I'd been burned, still gaping open-mouthed at
it.  "Well, that certainly will take care of our favorite horny virgin Miss
Galvano," I said with a weak laugh, futilely trying to calm down my racing
heartbeat.  "But you've kinda screwed yourself.  Now that you've satisfied
your girlfriend's needs, what are you going to do in the meantime for
yourself?"

   "Oh, I got that covered," he grinned, setting aside the coffee mug and
hopping off the bed.  "Come on, let's go check out these videos."

   By the time I rounded to the other side, Ethan was pulling another box
out from under the bed that resided next to the one full of pornographic
magazines that we had sifted through the day before.

   "This one's my favorite," he said, drawing out a garishly colored box
that announced the title was `In Diana Jones and the Temple of Poon'. 
Sneering at the sophomoric title, I watched him go over to the VCR and
attempt to insert it.  "Hey, there's something in here..."

   I sat back on the bed, edging toward where he had carelessly tossed the
hot pink vibrator, watching him eject the tape.  I knew what was in there
~~ I'd seen part of it the night before.

   "Looks like mom was getting a little freaky last night!" He huffed,
putting the tape aside and sliding the other one in.  "Remind me to put
that back when we're done."

   "Done...?" I inquired, sitting on the edge of the bed.  I was now in the
very spot that Mrs.  Lunsford had been last night.

   "Don't you want to play?" Ethan pouted at me as the familiar FBI
copyright warning flashed on the TV screen.  The movie was starting and I
couldn't deny a debauched interest in the smutty film.  I weakly feigned an
indifferent shrug, swallowing nervously and apprehensively glancing at the
television.  There was a fairly pretty girl lying on a bed casually reading
a magazine as a rather dubious-looking young man came into her bedroom and
started talking to her.

   "`You know what they say.  It's the show me state,'" Ethan disdainfully
mocked the actresses hopelessly wooden delivery.  "I hate the dialogue!  So
stupid!" He impatiently grabbed the remote and immediately began fast
forwarding.  "Let's get to the good stuff." He sat on the bed next to me,
pulling his t-shirt over his knees.  "Here we go..."

   At first I felt bashful and self-conscious, watching the actors kiss and
take each other's clothes off on the screen, especially with my best friend
sitting right next to me.  But the truth is I couldn't stop watching and
soon I was engrossed in each detail of the porn starlet's' sensually
curving figure.  She had long blonde hair framing an attractively wild face
with a touch of red lipstick and large blue eyes.  Her naked young breasts
were big and full and sprawled in a provocative way and beneath her
half-moon orbs was the delicately curving configuration of her rib cage,
and her taut little stomach was unblemished ~~ rounded lusciously.  But
what really attracted me was the way the tip of her pink tongue licked at
her wetly parted lips, moistening them, the way her nipples were distended
and shaped like bullets, tipped upward, and the way the fluffy down barely
covered succulently plump labial lips, all reminding me of another woman,
twenty years older...

   The actress was more than just naked; she was brazen the way she lay
back on the bed, waiting for her lover to descend upon her which, of
course, he did, kissing her long elegant neck, the place her collarbone
jutted out even as his hands moved all over her ripely full breasts.  When
his lips and hungry mouth closed over those toothsome nipples and began
suckling loudly on them, her body nakedly writhed beneath him, moisture
from her juicy sex now gleaming like pearls on the short curly strands of
her pubic hair.  When one of his hands smoothed downwards, she shifted her
lower body so that she could open her thighs for him, allowing him to
easily stroke the fleshy bead of her clit.

   There was a jarring edit to the film and now the girl was on the bed
now, her knees spread shamelessly wide and pulled way back so the guy could
lay between her quivering thighs, cupping her rolling ass in his steadying
hands and had lowered his head.

   "Mmmmmm isn't that hot?" Ethan murmured, watching dreamily as the
dark-haired actor drew his long tongue up his fellow thespian's
dripping-wet slit, lapping up the honeyed moisture from her nectarous
pussy, closing his eyes and savoring both her spicy flavor and the way she
shrieked her unabashed delight.  "I love doing that."

   I tore my eyes away from the cunnilingus going on onscreen to goggle at
my best friend.  "You do that?" I immediately felt stupid for asking the
question, knowing this milestone had been reached a few days beforehand.

   He made no mention of it, simply nodded.  "Erica absolutely loves it ~~
she literally begs me to do it!  And when I am, she turns into a dirty
bitch, telling me to stick my mouth in her pussy and tongue-fuck her hot
cunt.  She's got a very filthy mind, our little Catholic virgin."

   I watched, fascinated, as as the stud hardened his tongue and stabbed
inside his co-star's waiting vagina, drinking down the musky cream before
using his teeth on the hard little bud just atop her slit.  Her pale eyes
aquamarine immediately dark with lust, with need.

   "How does it taste?" I felt that insistent pulse initiating between my
legs.

   Ethan smiled.  "Girls are so worried about that and how it smells. 
Honestly, scent is pretty bland and the taste is salty more than anything
else but I always tell her that she tastes like a peach.  Makes her feel
better about herself, I guess."

   The guy on the screen was still hungrily devouring the girl's pussy,
making her shake.  When he paused, raising his head to stare up at the
blonde, his mouth wet and gleaming, to tell her she tasted like heaven, her
pretty face flushed with genuine pleasure.  They both really looked like
they were mutually enjoying the giving and receiving of oral sex and I
enjoyed watching them, feeling myself shudder with unbidden excitement.

   By now, the guy in the movie was eating his partner up with greedy,
thorough strokes of his swirling tongue.  He stabbed repeatedly into her
gooey split with his stiffened tongue, rotating his thumb against her clit
until her hips rose and fell against him.  She had begun to writhe and the
sounds of her purling whimpers made me achingly aware that I was getting a
serious hard-on.  I couldn't help but squirm in my seat.

   "You know, you don't have to be so uncomfortable," Ethan said quietly.

   "Whatever that means," I mumbled, embarrassed.  The fact the sexy lady
had sunk her little white teeth into her trembling lower lip as her lover
teasingly nibbled and sucked on her clit, rubbing his slippery lingual
organ in circular motions against the swollen nubbin of succulent flesh was
not helping out my precarious situation in the slightest.  Her teeth fell
off her lip and she began moaning like she really liked it a lot, the sound
of her surging pleasure making my penis throb with a sweet, dull ache.

   Ethan sighed.  "You don't have to be shy.  We're both boys."

   I steadfastly ignored him and watched as the buxom blonde fell
completely apart beneath the pornstar's hands, his mouth.  When he started
to thrust two fingers back and forth inside her, twisting his wrist slowly
as he entered her, rotating it back as he pulled out, her explosive climax
detonated within.  That dazed, blind look in her pretty eyes ~~ the flush
that tinted her face and torso a faint rose ~~ her heaving breasts as she
gasped for breath ~~ the fresh floes of girlcum spilling from her quivering
pussy ~~ all, I was quickly learning, the telltale signs of a blissful
female orgasm.  He rode her bucking hips through the maelstrom, coaxing and
soothing until she stilled, her lids lifting and she stared at him with
hazy, hot eyes, a pleased little purr falling from her lips.  He responded
by stiling his fingers, turning them to soothing strokes as her breath
shuddered out of her lungs.

   "Tell you what." Ethan hopped off the bed.  "I'm going to take a shower.
You stay here and...do whatever you want."

   I ignored his salacious wink, but as soon as the bathroom door closed, I
settled back onto the pillow to watch.  There was another ineptly abrupt
piece of editing but despite its amateurish production values, I now knew
why this was Ethan's favorite movie.  The actor was seated on the side of
the bed while the actress was now down on her knees, gazing admiringly up
at him.  In spite of myself, I could understand her lustful appreciation.
His broad shoulders gave way to a sculpted, muscled chest, naked of any
body hair, before tapering down to a narrow waist and flat belly where a
fine line of dark fur grew, arrowing down to his cock.  His penis was
inredibly big, long, and thick, rising from a dense thatch of tangled
pubes. The smooth head of his shaft was ruddy and gleaming from abundant
pre-come, the shaft itself thick and straight.

   The camera switched focus to the actress, the fuzzy dreaminess having
left her eyes ~~ now they held heat, and an endearing shyness.  Her gaze
drifted down to glance at her co-star's cock as he stroked it with an easy,
sure hand.  Her mouth parted and her kittenish tongue slid out to wet her
lush lips, her eyelids drooping while her body visibly started to lean his
way.  His hand slid lazily upwards, briefly closing over the fat glans, his
thumb catching the pearlescent moisture there and spreading it around,
making the tip gleam.

   She sauntered towards him, but when she was within arm's length he
tugged her into a deep kiss, his hands burying in her elaborately teased.
They shared that soulful smooch for a few moments before he aggressively
pushed her down.  I was surprised by how brusquely he treated her but she
didn't seem to mind, her attention focused solely upon him, her attention
and her mouth.  He bucked in surprise when her lips lowered and engulfed
half his length in one ambitious swallow.  "Oh, fuck," he crassly gasped,
one hand still tangled in her dense mane, his eyes staring down in dazed
delight as she without the slightest hesitation began sliding her full lips
up and down his beefy shaft, one hand stroking his big balls.

   Perhaps it was because I heard the rushing water sound of the shower
turning on or perhaps it was on sheer impulse but I reached for the
vibrator.  I held it up, tilting it back and forth.  It was four inches at
most I decided, far smaller than the porno actor's cock, or, for that
matter, the man who had been in the sex dream I had had the previous night.
A vivid, darkly erotic dream in which both Mrs.  Lunsford and an anonymous,
faceless, but somehow familiar man loomed large.  I had awoken, sopping
with sweat, my hand clutching my pulsing erection, my heart thumping.  It
terrified me, terrified too much to confront unresolved issues and desires
that were emerging with the roaring vehemency of a runaway train, and I'd
glibly dismissed it, naively thinking that taking a shower and getting out
of the Lunsford house would release me.

   Looking at the vibrator, I found myself wondering how much of it I could
take into my mouth.  `I just want to know what it feels like,' I lamely
rationalized to myself, knowing deep inside I was fooling myself but the
realization was too frightening so I continued the charade.  `That's all.
It doesn't mean anything.' The dream, the one that was the most intense I
had experienced in my life, had seemingly-inexorably concluded with the man
orally penetrating me.  It was what made the dream so powerful, filled with
both fear and ecstasy.

   In the magical way of dreams, I'd been both the giver and the receiver
of fellative delights.  It was as if I had had two cocks, the one in my own
hungrily slurping mouth and the one between Mrs.  Lunsford's lovely
suckling lips, depending on the scenario.  I could feel their mutual
pleasure along with my own.  I could feel the wet heated grip of a
dexterous tongue and velvety-smooth cheeks massaging my pulsing penis.  At
the same time, I felt full, filled, fulfilled, when taken orally by my
faceless but enticingly well-hung lovers.

   I had intentionally not thought of the dream since I'd been in the
shower and now, had purposefully tried to bury it in my subconscious, but
as I looked at the vibrator, I knew why ~~ I was afraid of my own unspoken
fantasies.  Afraid of the sensuous images I knew would fill my head when I
did.  "Admit it.  Just admit it, man.  You want them.  Both of them." I
realized I was talking out loud.  Well, so what?  I was allowed to talk out
loud.  I was allowed to shove a dildo, nothing more than a simple piece of
molded plastic into my mouth if I felt like it.  It didn't make me...

   I willed my mind to go blank as I touched the vibrator to my quivering
lips, making my mouth an "O" like the girl on the screen and sliding it
slowly in.  The plasticized gel it was made of tasted strange, but I was
taken with the way my lips curled about the sides and my tongue
automatically curled up along the streamlined underside of the dildo.  It
felt strangely erotic and I was only half-aware that I had fished down with
my free hand and started unbuttoning my pants, releasing my rigidly erect
cock.  Almost on a whim, I pushed the vibe in as far in as I, feeling the
tip start to enter my throat.  I could feel my eyes begin to water but I
resisted the impulse, letting the blunted tip nudge down further than I
could believe could before I felt like I was going to gag.  I swallowed
very nearly the whole four inches on my very first try.  Not too bad.

   Feeling restlessly horny, I shifted until I was propped against the
headboard, watching the television screen as the actress sucked her fellow
performer off, his deep moans making my own cock ache and I desperately
wanted to touch myself.  Thankfully I could hear the shower still running
so my hand headed straight down to my own cock.  I was surprised at how
steely hard I was already ~~ I had felt more apprehensive than aroused with
Ethan here, or at least, I thought I had.  My body had different ideas.  My
penis was very swollen, drizzling a huge amount of slick pre-cum, and my
fingers moved in easy circles around the slippery glans.

   On the television screen, the girl was taking progressively more and
more of the actor's thick length into her hungry mouth, her flashing eyes
turned up to him as he reached down to cup her breast and playfully pull at
her nipple.  She was hot and hungry for this, no doubt of that, the
intrusive camera getting a close-up view of her deft tongue moving briskly
back and forth over the mulberry-colored dome, and damn if her enthusiasm
didn't turn me on even more.  I had begun stroking myself relatively
absently, engrossed as I was in the fellatrix's proficient blowjob
technique, the one hand cupping his weighty sac, rolling his balls between
her dexterous fingers, while the other was curled about the base.  This was
rather clever on her part because it dually allowed her to give him both
the additional squeezing pleasure of masturbation as well as putting up a
restriction so her mouth only went down on his prodigious length about
halfway.

   "Suck it, yeah, faster!" the guy on screen hoarsely groaned, holding up
her long curled locks of hair, staring at her profile, shuddering as he
watched her take him in again, her lashes a dark fan against her ivory
cheeks.  And I had a front row seat, my single-minded gaze tracking back
and forth between what the naughty girl was doing with her ravenous mouth.
I watched, entranced, noting what had her hips rolling forward, what had
her strangling a gasp while she began deepthroating his big penis.  Fingers
wrapped snugly around my own shaft, the slow pumping I'd been engaged in
now incrementally quickening to a more feverish pace, I wondered again what
that would feel like, someone's mouth between my legs.  The guy panted and
moaned and rocked and really made it look like it felt incredible and I
found myself imagining that it was Mrs.  Lunsford kneeling down there and I
was in the one in front of her, watching her feasting on my meaty cock,
taking me deep in her throat, and I flushed at the impermissible thought.

   I couldn't help remembering her laying right here, in this very spot,
doing this very thing ~~ masturbating.  Maybe she engaged in wicked sexual
fantasies just as I was, and when my eyes closed I had a vibrant visual of
her mouth, swollen and red, on me, sliding wetly up and down, pausing only
to teasingly lick and suck on my wrinkled sac or nibble and swirl her
tongue around the mushroomy head capping my hard-on.  I opened my eyes and
saw the porno actor's muscular body stiffen as he lost control, groaning as
the actress thirstily swallowed all he had to offer, but my mind was on
Mrs. Lunsford while she watched those two men dually fuck the sexy woman on
TV.

   The intensely erotic memory of seeing her simultaneously dildoing both
her juicy cunny and her tight anus me feel sensuously hot and delectably
tingly all over, and I found myself wanting to see that scene again.  That
was the scene I wanted to come to so I hopped off the bed, achingly aware
of my very swollen erection bouncing heavily with each step, and stopped
the tape.  With trembling fingers I put in the one Mrs.  Lunsford had been
watching last night.  It was cued up to right after that scene, and I
realized she must have turned it off at that point.  Using the remote, I
rewound it, but instead of finding that ménage a trois scene again, I
discovered I had gone far beyond to where the muscular dark-haired man had
begun performing the lusty blowjob on his blonde male lover.

   At first I reached for the fast-forward button, but something stopped
me. The illicit image of the gorgeous men engaged in homosexual depravity
somehow deeply appealed to me, and my cock throbbed longingly.  At first I
tried to convince myself it wasn't really the pornographic scene that was
alluring but the intimate knowledge that, for some reason, this was the
scene that Mrs.  Lunsford found exciting, that it was what had initiated
her onanistic pleasures, pushing her to the brink and beyond.  Using a
rather byzantine logic, I rationalized that by orgasming while watching it
I would somehow relive the night before by proxy.  And there was a certain
degree of truth in that, but I'm sure you know that wasn't the whole truth.

   Leaping back on to the bed, I once more began to pump my throbbing cock,
pulling my erection quickly back to its familiar fully engorged state. 
Propping myself up on his pile of pillows, I watched the sexy fellatio
action, blotting out the intensity of my turbulent emotions, the utter
sweetness and naked longing I was confusedly experiencing for both men and
women, using the image of Mrs.  Lunsford watching the homoerotic activities
to tamp down my own urges into something more manageable and less
terrifying.  Free to act on my own, I promptly began drooling, licking my
lips, thirsting to suck the big penis of that cute blonde stud giving it so
good to his partner.  I murmured, "So hot," desperately longing to suck the
delicious cocks of both those beautiful men.

   I could hear the shower still running, but I knew Ethan wouldn't be much
longer.  My self-loving hands rubbed faster, watching in astonishment as
the dark-haired stud deepthroated his horse-hung lover with seeming ease,
employing smacking lips, whirring tongues and massaging cheeks in
synchronous rhythm to thrill his panting lover.  I had always imagined that
sucking cock was a degrading act, demeaning both the performer and the one
acted upon, but now, seeing the blushes coloring both men's cheeks, the
flushed pink their naked bodies hued, the tender, loving way they stroked
one another, I was taken aback by the raw intimacy on display.  What had
once seemed like aberrant perversion now seemed so good, so natural, so
right...

   The vibrator was resting against my hip and I glanced down at it,
curious.  Would it get me there faster?  I inquisitively wondered.  I
grabbed the phallic-shaped toy, turning the knob on the bottom to turn the
device on, making it emit a rather loud mechanical hum.  My breath catching
in my throat in my flourishing excitement, I pressed the vibrating textured
head to the bulbous helm cresting my spearing erection, The radiant burst
of exhilarating sensation was so electrifying that I pulled it away
immediately, gasping out loud.  My whole body buzzed with the voltaic
pleasures and a wash of nacreous pre-cum bubbled up in a glistening pearl
in the deep split of my globular glans.  My God, was this how women felt
when they masturbated their pussies with vibrators?  No wonder they liked
it so well!

   The electromagnetic delectation I'd experienced proved as addictive as
any illegal narcotic and I was unable to resist as I found the blunted tip
of my rampant erection with the vibrating pink head again, the vibrations
neither too strong or too weak but simply perfect.  "Oh god," I whispered,
watching the lustful scene on the TV through half-closed eyes, being
carried away by the glorious sensation between my thighs.  I'd never felt
anything so good, so exquisite and it only became better as I spread my own
natural lubrication over the plum-like head.  As soon as the plump dome was
saturated with the unctuous fluid, I circled around once before sliding
down the beefy shaft, discovering the uniquely breathless delights that
were summoned when I probed the tremoring toy into my tender scrotum.

   At the end of this exploratory excursion, I tantalizingly touched the
entire glans and its fleshy ridge, drawing the vibrator back and forth
across the hypersensitive area in much the same fashion as a bow is drawn
across cello strings.  The electroconvulsive blisses jolting down the
length and breadth of my pulsating cock, resounding in my tautening
testicles and reverberating even lower, were excruciatingly euphoric.  The
addictive ecstasy ran riot through my reeling nervous system, making my
lower torso churn and heave to the dynamic sensations.

   With my whole body overwhelmed by the raw pleasures I was experiencing
vibrating through my obscenely-swollen penis, there was never a question to
even slightly resist the salacious temptations that inexorably arose. 
Craving ever more, I changed to a heavier stroke, using just the vibrator
tip.  I slowly circled the flaring ridge of the chubby knob, pushing up and
pulling down the taut skin before I slid the oscillating tip up and down in
the groove splitting the glossy glans.  The resulting reverberations
rumbling up my blood-engorged shaft were so intense I could feel the entire
length of my erection trembling with them.

   On the screen, I once more saw the red-haired actress had joined the two
naked men, positioning her lovely face in the clean-shaven cleavage of the
dark-haired stud's well-shaped ass.  When she splayed his buns as far apart
as she could, it revealed the starred hollow of his naked nether hole.  She
brazenly ran her fluttering tongue over him, sheening his anal opening with
a generous amount of slippery spittle as he moaned his salacious delight.
And then she did something I must have missed due to being distracted by
Mrs.  Lunsford's sexy masturbation, something I thought to be incredibly
dirty but that held me in perverse enchantment, Bunching two fingers
together, she penetrated him, sodomizing him with slow, easy strokes.  It
was incredibly nasty and I instantly knew I had to do it myself!

   I dropped my aching cock long enough to look over and open the small
drawer in the nightstand, recalling from the night before that Mrs. 
Lunsford had utilized a tube of lubricant during the night and that this
would be the most likely place she would keep the relatively innocuous
product.  I rummaged through the various and sundries before finding the
VasoLube.  With shaking hands I squeezed a generous dollop of the
glistening gel onto my fingers, lathering them in the glutinous jelly. 
Rampant erection once more in my rhythmically massaging fingers, I reached
my thoroughly-lubed hand under myself, slowly drawing my fingertips along
my tender perineum a few times, watching and feeling the exhilarating
response in my cock.  The orbicular head had darkened to a pomegranate hue,
the deep purple made all the more rich by the precum dripping out, the
glans so bloated that it seemed poised to explode at a moment's notice.

   In the back of my mind I heard the shower go off and knew I couldn't
waste any more time with foreplay, no matter how deliciously exciting it
was proving to be so I boldly went lower, daringly rimming my defenseless
rear hole.  It felt indescribably good, little shudders of taboo pleasure
radiating outwards.  Holding my breath, feeling my heart-thumping painfully
loudly in my chest, I pressed into myself.  Much slimmer than a real penis,
it slid in easily to the first knuckle, the elastic ring of inner muscle
snapping in snugly, and didn't hurt at all.  I pushed it in farther, taking
the modest length of it.  To my shock, it didn't feel debasing or
bestializing or even sleazy but so lusciously good, so natural and right.
Acting solely on impulse, I quickly added a second finger, and while I now
discovered a slight sense of discomfort, at the same time it was dazzlingly
erotic.

   A loud grunt from the television grabbed my attention and I raised my
eyes to see the blonde stud kneeling behind the crouching dark-haired man,
blondie driving his lust-thickened penis into his lover's openly gaping
anus.  There were no crude obscenities spoken, the only sound being
sweat-soaked muscle smacking wetly into sweat-soaked muscle and
distinctively masculine grunts and groans betraying the homoerotic bliss
both were submersed in.  For the first time I truly understood what that
meant.  When I began thrusting my twin fingers in and out in time with
their sodomizing motions, lustful sensations ignited then fired up within
me.  I moaned in stunned ecstasy when I ascertained an exquisitively
sensitive spot nestled deep in a hidden recess inside me.  Amazed by this
startling discovery, I began rubbing and stroking over this precious spot
with a variety of motions and tempos, breathing deeply in a hopeless
attempt to keep my fiery arousal in check.

   The reality of being fucked in the ass, even if it was just my fingers,
felt even better than in the sexual dream I had been subjected to the
previous night.  Unbidden, the images from the sexual dream of Mrs. 
Lunsford and the faceless man, both naked and in my arms, at my feet,
looming over me with sweet pussy dripping and big cock bobbing, scrolled
through my mind like a silent movie.  There had been a series of disjointed
sexual encounters, but I recalled the two of them, licking, sucking,
stroking my swollen penis and swaying balls until I was in a near-frenzy of
nearly unbearable pleasure.  Much of it was still fuzzy, but I distinctly
remembered at one point the man had come on me.  Much to my surprise, I
hadn't been disgusted by another man's semen.  On the contrary, I'd nearly
come myself from his warm, wet tongue gliding over my chest and belly,
licking away every drop...

   I focused on the alluring physical sensations ~~ both my bunched
together fingers filling me, and the combination of the sleek friction of
my hand moving rapidly over his shaft accentuated by the entrancing
vibrations coming off the dildo, punctuating my debauched pleasure by
watching the action onscreen.  The blonde was now thrusting hard into his
male lover, grunting and straining with the herculean effort, then threw
back his head and roared as he came, his muscular form convulsing with his
tumultuous rapture as he squirted his ejaculate into the other man's
thoroughly-ravished anus.  I had seen all that before, but what I didn't
catch, probably because I was writhing in my own orgasm at that point, was
the camera cut to the red-haired actress, who was playing openly with her
delectable vagina.  Suddenly, all I could think about was Mrs.  Lunsford
dildoing her own juicy pussy, her sexy naked body wracked with pleasure as
she double-dildoed herself watching this movie.

   "Oh, I'm gonna come!" I whimperingly moaned, the spark that had flared
to life in my loins now a seething holocaust as I watched the actress
frantically diddling her swollen clit.  I closed my eyes, then, my fingers
flying over my cock in time to the sexy scenario playing out in my head. 
The seductive image of Mrs.  Lunsford spasmodically undulating on her bed
replayed before me, gushes of creamy girlcum spilling from her juicy pussy,
filling my head.  And then it was changing, morphing into the aphrodisiacal
fantasy of me kneeling between her splayed legs, pressing the mushroomy
head of my big cock to her fleshy clit while behind me, just where I was
ramming my fingers, was a real cock, attached to a hot, muscular body, and
it was that image that sent me skyrocketing into nirvana.

   "Come all over me, Mrs.  Lunsford," I whispered breathlessly, imagining
her pussy, possessively clutching me in its infinitely intimate embrace of
sultry heat and steamy wetness, clung to me while the faceless stud ramming
into my squeezing anus began to spray his cum, thick and creamy, streaming
hot, rhythmic blasts right against my `thrill spot'.  I couldn't hold back
anymore, and the vibrator buzzing along my throbbing cock along with my
fingers sawing relentlessly into my back hole catapulted me over the ragged
edge.  When I came, I came hard, a loud guttural cry wrenched from my lips
as I began rocking wildly, my whole body going crazy with the delirious
sensation, The first two creamy gushes of my own hot cum spurted out in
long creamy ribbons.  I gasped at the sheer power of my squirts, the
coruscating detonations of eruptive ecstasy surging through my veins
mirrored by the next few blasts, sumptuously sweet but decelerating in
power, gobs of thick ejaculate landing progressively on my sweat-dripping
chest then my belly then my loins.  The last release weakly seeped out of
my wilting erection and sluggishly oozed down my rapturously trembling
penis.

   "Mmmmm, I bet that felt good." Ethan's husky voice was right next to my
ear, kneeling next to me, wrapped in a towel, his hair wet.  Caught
unawares, I gasped, flinging the vibrator onto the bed.  Believe it or not,
the first thing was not that he had caught me in flagrante delicto, semen
was dripping down my naked torso like icing drizzled over coffeecake, but
that he had seen me watching a gay porno.  To my heart-thudding relief, the
movie had progressed to where the red-headed actress was stripping off her
clothes for her two equally naked costars.

   But it suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea how long he had been
there?  And it occurred to me that him seeing me watch a gay porno was
actually not the worst thing he could have witnessed.  Had he heard what I
said about his mother!?  I felt flustered and anxious that I just couldn't
tell ~~ his eyes were veiled, but he looked different, somehow, and was
definitely looking at me with an intensity that I'd never seen before.

   "You changed the tape, huh?" he remarked, walking over and ejecting it,
putting `In Diana Jones and the Temple of Poon' back in.

   "I... just..." Still breathless from my blood-bubbling orgasm, I
struggled to find a rational explanation, feeling hot and flushed with an
odd mixture of mortified embarrassment and an intangible excitement. 
"Didn't want you to forget to put that one... back in..."

   "Ohhhhh yeah," Ethan breathed as he hit `play'.  It was still at the
scene where the pretty girl was sucking the well-endowed stud's big cock.
"This is my favorite part."

   It was just then, as he turned back towards me to return to the bed,
that Ethan let the towel draped around his hips fall to the floor.  Now,
I'd seen Ethan naked two hundred times before, but not like this, never
like this.  Now I noticed every minute detail as my eyes traveled over his
nude body.  His vividly-blue eyes and lightning-bright smile, tautly
muscular pecs matched by powerful biceps and deeply cut abdominals.  But
the truth was my lusty gaze was basically glued to his impressive manhood,
long and thick, sprouting from the puff of curls on his pubic mound. 
Again, I'd seen his penis many, many times, but this was the first time I'd
seen him, or any other man, for that matter, in a semi-erect state.  Now,
instead of the organ seeming almost like an afterthought, it made him look
like he belonged in a barn, not a home, with that monstrous thing.  This
was no longer a mere penis but a true-to-life cock, thick and heavy as a
slab of raw beef, exuding potent masculine virility, almost menacing in its
daunting proportions and near-bestial appearance.

   "Have you ever tasted your own precum?" he asked, crawling up next to me
on the bed.  Dazed by what was happening, I dumbly shook my head no as he
stretched out next to me on a pillow and reached down between his legs. 
Without the slightest hint of self-consciousness, he swirled his thumb
through the rivulet of pre-seminal juices flowing freely from the bulbous
dome capping the heavily-veined stalk then lifted the moist digit to his
watering mouth.  Astounded beyond words by what was happening in front of
my disbelieving eyes, I just stared as he suggestively lapped up the
glistening fluid.

   "You should try it," he breathily whispered, moaning as he reached down
and gave himself a squeeze He was going to masturbate.  Incredulity flared
through my system at the epiphanic realization as he began to touch himself
with sensuously slow strokes.  His fingers curled possessively around the
beefy shaft, barely circling it's daunting circumference, before sliding on
the glossy skin up and down, index and thumb covering and uncovering the
purplish head of his swelling penis.  I was amazed he didn't reach over for
some VasoLube like I was usually forced to use or run the risk of badly
chafed and sore skin but the voluminous amount of precum spilling out made
the salmon-pink wetly gleam as he stroked up and down with no apparent need
of additional artificial lubrication.  "God, look at how good she does
that... watch her little pink tongue... swiping back and forth like that...
clever girl ... licking him right on the tip of his big dick..."

   I nodded, but I wasn't looking at the screen, I was watching Ethan.  I
honestly tried not to, didn't want him to catch me being a dirty voyeur,
but I couldn't help it.  First off, his focus was intently riveted on the
lusty blowjob going on on the television, allowing me to I observe him
without him really paying any attention at all.  Needless to say, I'd never
seen another guy jacking off and for some mystifying reason I was entranced
by the sight of it.  My heart started to race and I fought to breathe
evenly as his hand tantalizingly stroked all that firm, succulent flesh,
moving slow and easy, almost lazily from tip to base.

   Ethan suddenly let out a ragged whimper and when I looked to the
television to see what had elicited such a response, I found the sexy
couple onscreen had switched over to the classic doggystyle position, the
well-hung stud brushing his knobby glans against her well-lubricated anal
entrance.  I turned again and found my best friend blindly groping next to
him, searching until he was grasping both the vibrator and the tube
VasoLube.

   "Did you put this inside you?" he asked bluntly, not looking towards me
as he licked his parched lips, lust-dazzled eyes glued to the screen.  I
didn't answer him, couldn't, but I watched wide-eyed as he liberally
slathered the slippery lubrication all over the streamlined sextoy.  Still
rhythmically stroking his jutting cock, paying close attention to
titillating the plump glans, he opened his legs and tilted his hips
upwards. Then he brashly brought the buzzing vibe down towards his nether
hole, allowing the humming vibrations to sensuously massage all around and
over that forbidden orifice, now quivering in eager anticipation.

   On the screen, the girl was still up on her knees, reaching around to
open up the plush globes of her shapely ass, waiting to be filled.  The
guy's cock was straight-up hard as he rubbed it up and down her rear
cleavage before sinking half of his pythonic organ into her
tightly-grasping hole.

   "God, I wanna fuck," Ethan whispered as he moved the buzzing vibrator
down over his perineum until it was poised against his hotly clenching butt
hole, while he wiggled back against it as though hungry to have it ripping
into his lust-crazed body.  He was breathing hard now, his whole muscular
body nakedly trembling with debauched excitement, but he held back to
torment himself.  My mind was spinning with unbelieving fascination and I
gaped in incredulous disbelief when he began slowly pushing the pink head
between the demure anal lips.  My whole body flushed as it started to
disappear between them.  He was putting it inside of him, very slowly but
deliberately plowing into the narrow channel of his rectum.

   Ethan paused for a moment when his resistant sphincterial muscles
clenched, tightening defiantly about the jellied invader.  I thought he
might be put off by his body's intrinsic reluctance to such unnatural
perversion, but my best friend proved innovative, subtly stroking and
churning with a variety of motions and tempos until he quelled the
rebellious internal muscles and resumed probing.  I had always felt rather
ambivalent about anal penetration but now, seeing the gelled dong
stretching his tender entrance gapingly wide as inch by inch it disappeared
inside the elastic-like ring of rubbery flesh, I had a sudden insight into
its wicked appeal.  I had tried to resist, but when I witnessed that he had
all five inches planted inside him., I was shocked by the unwanted reaction
that came from my own burning loins...

   It was crazy, a momentary weakness, but as I observed both Ethan's
onanistic stroking of his large, thick erection as well as his starting to
drive the plasticized phallus in and out of his back passage, pressing past
the pink folds of his anal flesh and coming out with the clingy membranes
with every stroke, a forbidden thought crossed my mind.  I suddenly
wondered what it would feel like to have another man's penis inside me ~~
and that "wondered" soon became "wanted".  My conscious mind rebelled but
my impulsive body responded, the conflagration in my wickedly pulsating
cock, now as hard and rigid as a block of quarried granite, blazing hot and
out of control.

   "Yeah, fuck that's good," Ethan murmured impassionedly, his expression
one of such lusting ecstasy that I was filled with reluctant awe.  He had
begun fucking himself deep and hard, sawing in and out of his heated rectal
depths, the wetly-gleaming pink dildo disappearing to the very hilt.  I was
near-hypnotized, openly staring at the buzzing vibrator disappearing into
the hungry depths of his madly sucking ass with harder and harder lunges. I
was being tortured, partly by my lifelong friend's lewd groans and cries of
shameless pleasure but also by the tantalizing memory of how good those
electroconvulsive buzzes felt on my sensitive balls and the tender flesh
just millimeters above my own anus.  My own cock was vibrantly responding,
zinging with erotic sensation, and when I began to stroke my own cock in a
simultaneous rhythm with Ethan, it was the realization of such shared
intimacy that sent thrills of wildly sensuous pleasure coursing through my
lust-inflamed body.

   "Oh that's so good," he whispered, his hips rocking on the creaking bed
as his whole body twisted and rolled.  His heated moans and cries along
with the pornographic imagery of his insatiable self-sodomizing sent me
sinking into pure erotic feeling.  All of my consciousness became focused
on satisfying my one overwhelming need and I couldn't stop touching myself,
rubbing faster and faster in perfect synchronicity with his hand
selfstroking up and down in increasingly faster thrusts.  My dazed eyes
flicked from our mutual masturbation to his nether hole, watching him
fucking himself with the diildo, the thick plastic pacifier spreading wide
the narrow canal as it drove with terrifying speed into the darkened depths
of his rectum, and imagining how good it must feel.  He moaned louder, took
his hand off his cock just long enough to grab the remote off the bed and
hit the `fast forward' button.

   "Watch this part," he whispered to me, not looking away from the TV as
he hit the `play' button a moment later.  I somewhat-disinterestedly
glanced at the screen, where the guy was anally pounding the porn actress
from behind, his pubic hair matting down and springing loose each time he
humped against her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks.  The girl was
whimperingly moaning and the guy was groaning raspily, too, matching
Ethan's gravelly groans, as he slammed into her again and again, his big
balls swinging forward with such forceful momentum they made a loud noise
slapping wetly against her moistly quivering vagina.  I could hear a
tightness in his voice, something tense and waiting to be let loose.

   Every muscle in my body was seized by a quivering tautness as I hung for
a moment of time on the ragged edge of ultimate release.  I was close ~~ so
very close the inexorably building crest that I sought ~~ but what I had so
far simply wasn't enough.  But seeing the dildo flashing in and out of
Ethan's anus was what I needed, I thought, and I moved my long fingers
rapidly down to the warm crevice that divided my buttocks.  Groping into
the hairless valley, I aimed for and found the tight rubbery mouth of my
anus and, carefully placing my forefinger against the puckered little hole,
I pushed through the tight resistance, the hot sphincter muscles of my anal
passage grabbing my unlubricated digit like a hungry octopus.  I
immediately began thrusting it in and out with an urgency born of frantic
need, focused on the way my butt hole tightened around the invading digits,
legs kicking up and back as I arched my own undulating ass into the air
again and again.

   As Ethan and I mutually stroked, I watched him playing his tasty cock
like a finely tuned instrument now, long, broad fingers flashing over his
deliciously thick shaft from tip to base, fingertips strumming over the
throbbing glans.  Beads of sweat dotted his writhing body, and when I
noticed a crystalline droplet clinging to his adorably tiny nipple, I had a
sudden urge to lick it off.  The taboo thought made me feel faint, a surge
of soul-shatteringly sensual heat spearing my body like a bolt of
lightning, but resisted and controlled the urge by rubbing myself faster,
my breath matching his, both of us gasping and panting.

   "Ohhhhhh I'm coming!" Ethan suddenly cried out, his narrow hips arching
then bucking as a thick stream of creamy semen erupted from the tip of his
spasming cock, the streamer rising high before splattering on his heaving
chest.  `Oh man, let me taste!' The unbidden thought came and though I
quickly dismissed it I was unable to take my eyes from the erotic sight. 
His hand relentlessly pumped the vibrator into his twitching rectum as he
continued to shoot volley after volley of his hot, thick cum all over his
lower torso, the last ejaculation messily coating his rough hand.

   Though my eyes had never left Ethan's climaxing body throughout his
tumultuous release, his eyes had never left the screen.  The stud had
pulled out of the thoroughly ravished rectum he had been buttfucking so
hard, grunting and groaning with salacious pleasure as he started to come.
He now had his cyclopean erection in his pumping fist, shooting his
buttery-rich cum in long, hot jets up over the raised ass of the sexy
starlet.  It fell in thick strands, some pooling in her lower back, most of
it beginning to drip down the crack of her ass toward her pussy.  I'd
assumed that to be sodomized by such an oversized penis would be an
incredibly unpleasant experience, but as I saw his semen dribble down her
intensively plundered nether hole, I saw it merge with a slow river of
girlcum flowing from the pink folds of her pussy, that feminine nectar
looking exactly the same as Mrs.  Lunsford's...

   Just thinking of the object of my forbidden desire was too much for me.
My two hands had been moving in unison as they each worked frantically on
their respective tasks, one driving wetly over the heatedly throbbing
length of my cock, while the other countered with a penetrating lunge into
my welcoming rectum.  Oh, God, I thought, and I bucked once, twice...  and
then I was cumming!  For a fraction of a second that lasted an eternity, I
was paralyzed by a prolonged spasm of rippling joy that jolted and surged
through me, made me achingly aware of my ass clenching the fingers buried
deep within my hole.  I wanted to scream out my outrageous delight as great
gobs of semen flew out in a tremendous rush, splattering hotly on my
twitching abdominals, but I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out.  I
satisfied my nameless urges by losing myself in my body trembling violently
with my rampageous orgasm, jerking and bucking with its madding force. 
When my naked thigh brushed against the soft skin of Ethan's bare leg, the
shuddery sensation made my intense orgasmic ecstasy even sweeter.

   My orgasm had been unspeakably thrilling but as the hallucinogenic
pleasures began subsiding, I felt drained and terribly confused.  I glanced
over and saw Ethan had turned off the vibrator but looked remarkably serene
considering everything that had just happened, soothingly stroking his
semen-spattered stomach and thighs with his hands, a roseate flush still
tingeing his handsome face, eyes soporifically closed.  The adult movie was
still going so I grabbed the remote and hit the stop button, the
pornographic sight now almost a visual assault, too raw, too intense in the
wake of my disturbingly sweet climax.

   "You were right, Sebastian" Ethan murmured, looking at me through
half-opened, moony eyes.  He seemed completely unfazed by what had just
happened.  I fervently wished I could have said the same, my agitated mind
in a disquieted turmoil.  "You told my mother that we'd be good ~~ but that
wasn't just good... it was fucking fantastic." Flustered by the fact that
not only was I naked but that I was also splotched with streaks of
freshly-spilled cum, I stood up, and flusteredly searched for my trousers,
hastily yanking them up.  "Listen, man, I better get home and ..  you know,
change." The words sounded awkward and lame even to my ears.

   He frowned, leaning up on his elbows.  Jesus, why did I keep looking at
his penis?  "You wanna hang out later?"

   "Call me." I turned so he wouldn't see how crimson my burning face was
getting as I bolted toward the door.

   The vividly erotic images I'd been exposed to over the past twenty-four
hours ~~ the lurid adult magazines, the pornographic movies, Mrs.  Lunsford
sensuously masturbating, Ethan shamelessly pumping his butt with a vibrator
~~ flashed through my head as I walked home.  I knew that I could never
unimagine them, could never wash my formerly-chaste mind clean of their
degrading filth ~~ and the scariest thing was that I found that I didn't
really want to.

   Chapter 3 of 14 (?).  In this episode, Sebastian and Ethan, highschool
seniors and best friends, skip school and discover in each other intimacies
they never would have dreamed possible.

   Story Codes M/M Oral Approx 11,500 words

   Comments, criticism, whatever - shadesofextasy@hotmail.com

   Chapter Three

   Attrition.

   It was a word I had been dreading since those profoundly affecting
events in the Lunsford house.  For those not steeped in Catholic dogma, I
was guilty of attrition because it was my amoral repentance due to my fear
of worldly punishment rather than my love of God causing genuine sorrow for
the wicked sins I had committed.  But, despite my recent lapses in thought
and behavior, I had enough respect and awe for the teachings of my Church
that I wouldn't compound my previous iniquity by giving a false confession,
a mortal sin that would put my very soul in jeopardy.

   Because I was anguishing with my private internal turmoil, the weekly
Mass seemed extra long today, every declaration sounding the clanging
chimes of my eternal doom, an annunciation that I was truly damned.  When
the final hymn was sung and Father had exited the chapel, I was in a state
of near-panic.  Thankfully my trepidation was masked by the other guys
milling around outside the confessional, chattering in small groups and
whistling and hooting at one another.  We were supposed to be standing in
an orderly fashion meditating on the Stations of the Cross, but Brother
Thomas had taken one of the sisters to see the Mother Superior and we were
momentarily without supervision.

   "I can't do this," I whispered frantically to Ethan.  He was sitting
with his back against the wall, his knees up, thumbing through the latest
issue of Flash music magazine, the one with metal group The Hessians on the
cover.  His seated position drew his trousers tightly across his groin and
I imagined it outlined his sizable penis, making me remember the previous
day in the worst way.

   "Do what?" He didn't look up from the mag, the latest exploits of The
Hessians' notoriously egomaniacal lead singer Jax Junker.

   Disgusted by his flippant attitude at our impending judgment to eternity
in Hell, I nudged his hip with one of my loafers, hissing: "Confession!"

   He looked up then, genuinely baffled, then that familiar roguish smile
spilled over.  "Why not?  Cursing, lecherous thoughts, soul-degrading
malthusianism, blah blah blah, twenty Hail Mary's and twenty Our Father's
later, and you've passed through the morality car wash and come out fresh
if not brand-spanking-new on the other side.  What's the big deal?"

   I stared at him, goggle-eyed and speechless at his flippant attitude
towards one of the Catholic Church's seven sacred sacraments.

   "Well fine." He took a melodramatically heavy sigh then stood, brushing
off the seat of his pants.  "Then let's get jigging."

   "Cutting class?" I groaned.  "I look to you for guidance in a moral
crisis and your response is to add insult to injury?  Not helping!"

   "Okay." He shrugged.  "So you're ready to go in there and tell Brother
Thomas about our little porn-watching episode and subsequent
circle-jerk-of-two session yesterday?  Oh, I'm sure that would go over well
with the pious man of God.  And quite the accusation you'd be making
indeed!"

   "Shhhh!" I hastily gagged his blabbering by clamping my hand over his
mouth, looking guiltily over at the group of guys closest to us to see if
they'd heard anything incriminating.  "You're not only irresponsible,
you're evil!"

   "Perfect timing." I glanced around.  "Brother Stephen's gone, and I know
I'm not in the mood for another one of his usual insipid lectures on the
Church's revisionist theology ~~ I don't care what you say.  If that doofus
were to become Pope tomorrow, within a year there'd be statues of Buddy
Jesus, the happy hippy hipster."

   The confessional entrance opened behind us and I sighed heavy-heartedly,
watching jealously as another student went in, seemingly innocent of the
burdensome guilt that weighed heavily upon me.  I couldn't do it ~~ I just
couldn't.  It wasn't just that Ethan and I had looked at the smutty
magazines and watched the X-rated movies, or even that we had jerked off
together.  Believe you me, that was plenty bad enough, but sitting in the
dark and acquiescing to either Brother Thomas or Brother Michael the
graphically detailed erotic fantasies I had been indulging in about Mrs. 
Lunsford??!!  No frickin' way ...  the mere contemplation made me feel
nauseous with trepidation.

   "Okay," I agreed, grabbing Ethan's arm, feeling like yet again I was
taking the chickenshit route but seeing no other viable alternative. 
"Let's do it."

   "Sebastian!" It was Ethan's turn to sound scandalized.  Right then, I
considered turn around to be fair game.  "Are you serious?"

   I nodded, half-assedly convincing myself it was the only choice.  I
hoisted my backpack off the floor, saying loudly, "Hey man, let's go to the
bathroom."

   Ethan sniggered at my clumsy deception, as we left the church proper and
went into the breezeway.  "Good cover."

   "I'm no escape artist," I whole-heartedly agreed, then put my friend on
the spot.  "So how do we manage to evade detection, Mr.  Smarty Pants?"

   "Follow me," he said, and I did, winding our way from the modern part of
the school that we had been in and into the labyrinthine corridors that
made up the original monastery, stopping at a door that I'd seen many times
before and had always ignored, tucked between the Advanced Biology Lab and
the main Physics classroom.

   "Where are we?"

   "Just a repository," he shrugged as he made his way through rows of
dusty metallic rackings of storage shelves chock full of hand-signed
cardboard boxes, yellowing textbooks, outdated audio/visual equipment, and
various sundries.  Portions of an old planetary diorama were haphazardly
stacked in one corner, the ceramic Jupiter cracked in two and poor Mercury
in shards all over the floor.  But the oddest thing were the dozens of
glass jars filled with pickled dissection animals, hundreds of frogs and
baby pigs lined up in preternaturally ordered rows, floating as if in
suspended animation in the cloudy brine.

   Ethan flashed a strangely sad look back at me when he saw me staring at
the preserved specimens.  "Sometimes I wonder if maybe that's what hell is,
being entombed in glass for eternity where solitude and madness are your
only companions."

   "Oh man, aren't you just full of joy and happiness today," I tried to
retort with biting sarcasm but his dismal words and those creepy piglets
were really freaking me out.  I was very relieved when he reached an
iron-strapped oaken door tucked into a neglected corner of the room.  He
tugged it open, revealing a dimly-lit staircase.

   "Where are we?" I asked, consciously feeling my way downwards in the
dusky gloom, holding on tight to the rickety railing.

   "Maintenance tunnels that connect the schools and the church, now.  I
think some of them may have had other purposes back in the day but they are
pretty much abandoned now." Maybe I should explain something.  Our school,
Saint Thomas, is officially connected to the Alessandrian Monks who run the
school, their private monastery and the church Our Lady of Charity, the
same name of their sister organization and the name of the girl's school,
though we usually just referred to it as Charity.  While there was quite a
bit of crossing over between schools by the Alessandrian Brothers and nuns
of the Charity Sisters in terms of teaching, the boys of Saint Thomas and
girls of Charity were, for the most part, kept segregated.

   Ethan was still waiting for me at the bottom, though he'd become
decidedly impatient.  "Erica and I meet here sometimes for what she likes
to call our secret rendezvous."

   "Fuck man!" I gasped, mentally adding my rather vulgar obscenity to my
list of sins for the week.  It was a relatively small trespass,
considering. "She'd be shot on sight if they found her ... and so would you
for that matter!" The Brothers and nuns were no joke.  One of the
principles of the Alessandrians was discipline in soul, mind and body, the
latter which they achieved via boxing.  How exactly they justified the
practitioning of this bloodsport with Jesus' non-violent teachings I never
quite understood but nevertheless, when their temper was up, they were real
badasses.

   "No one will find us," he arrogantly assured me as I followed him
blindly along yet another lightless passageway until we found ourselves in
what I presumed was a long-abandoned cellar, filled with nothing but
cobwebbing and scattered debris.  There were dust-draped windows high up
the drab fieldstone walls that let in a little, bleary light, illuminating
another stout iron-bound oak door that Ethan opened and waved me through.

   "What is this?" There were cots all along each side of the long, narrow
walls of the room we stepped into.

   "Old storm cellar-slash-bomb shelter, if I had to wager a guess." He
started up the rusty iron rungs of the ladder to our left and pressing
insistently on the trapdoor above his head.  "Either that, or this is where
they do all their diabolical experiments on the really naughty students,
never to be heard from again!"

   I laughed at his over-the-top performance, following him up the ladder
and waiting as he pressed at the door.  Jesus, why was I now noticing the
tight curve of his ass, why did the way he fluidly twisted his narrow hips
to gain leverage remind me of that day?

   "They leave this open?" I flinched at the dazzling brightness of a
tropical Blue Bay afternoon as he finally heaved the door open with a grunt
of effort, happy to be distracted.

   "I broke the lock a couple weeks ago so Erica could enter." He looked at
me, somewhat bemused.  "Did you really think I was going to risk making out
with her at her parent's home?  Her daddy is a detective.  You've seen his
collection of guns."

   I shook my head, incredulous that my best friend had the balls-out
temerity to be fooling around with the daughter of a guy who not only had a
dozen Walthers, Smith & Wessons, Glocks and god-only-knows what else in an
unlocked cabinet in his house but who had already shot and killed at least
three suspects.  And all that for a girl who, quite frankly, with her
strangely Hebraic nose, wire-rimmed glasses and disastrous attempt at
trying to emulate pop starlet Majella's boyish haircut, was pretty much the
definition of nerdy.

   Ethan gave me a helping hand up and swung the door shut again.  We were
now standing in the familiar grassy field just outside the weatherworn
granite-and-fieldstone walls that surrounded the entire compound, making it
appear like some prison citadel out of a 1940's men-in-the-big-house movie.
In fact, I vaguely remembered Brandon Coleridge claiming that his
great-grandfather had been the principal architect for both Saint Thomas
and Toomsboro State Penitentiary, better known as `The Tomb', but Brandon
seemed like such a snobby a-hole to me so I typically ignored him.

   "And now we're home free." He playfully punched my shoulder, one of his
more annoying habits.  "Let's go to my house and do something we'll have to
confess later."

   "I'm boycotting confession." I glanced nervously over my shoulder,
feeling that there might be someone watching us.

   "Come on, there are delicious rewards for being bad." He whooped out,
something that didn't help my latent paranoia.  "And we won't even have to
miss the first six innings of the Tridents game today!" He paused.  "They
do play today, right?"

   He asked because my father was general manager of our local minor league
baseball team and I nodded my assent, knowing as I do his schedule by
heart. We made good use of the last three hours that we should have been
attending classes, stopping by the local Mom `n' Pop's convenience store
and picking up a six-pack of Buzzo Cola, a bag of chips and a mixed bag of
various Sweet Tooth candies.  We sprawled out in Ethan's spacious living
room and pigged out while we watched Blue Bay spank our cross-state rivals
the Miramar Beach Neptunes without interruption.  It was a real treat.

   Ethan flipped the TV off and casually stretched, his button-down school
uniform shirt pulling out of the waistband of his trousers, revealing the
taut muscles of his ridged abdominals.  "Whatcha wanna do now?"

   "We should do homework," I answered resolutely, my head abruptly filled
with the vivid memory of surreptitiously watching him stroke himself.  I
tried to push the illicit thought away, but I couldn't when he sat that way
with the fabric of his trousers straining over the thick bulge clearly
visible underneath.  I couldn't help but wonder if he had even bothered
wearing his boxers...

   "Now, what kind of fun would that be?" He exaggeratedly rolled his eyes.
"If you're gonna skip school, you gotta make it worth your while!"

   "Well... you should show me more of your mom's collection." I couldn't
believe it was me who mentioned it first.  I'd sworn to myself that I
certainly wasn't going to even think about it, let alone ask about it.

   He grinned from ear to ear.  "Now you're talking.  Come on." We left our
candy wrappers and empty pop bottles strewn all over the sofa and headed
upstairs.  My cock was already lewdly pulsing in anticipation.

   "What about your mom?" The clock on Mrs.  Lunsford's nightstand read
4:08 p.m.  She typically came home somewhere around five.

   "You heard her the other day.  That new product rollout that she's in
charge of.  I don't think she got home `til about 9 yesterday." He reached
under the bed and drew out two large boxes.  "Here we are, a veritable
salmagundi of porno for our mutual viewing pleasure." He laughed, using the
obscure word our dorky English teacher had referenced the previous day

   "Where do you think she gets all this?" I opened one of the boxes and
first noticed that there were a bunch of paperback novels I hadn't looked
through before, all with suggestive but not explicit drawings on the front
of bare-chested guys and half-naked ladies and boasting equally insinuative
titles like "Mating Games", "Made for Two Men" and "Between the Covers". 
But they were relatively tame compared to the magazines and soon I was
sifting through the slick and glossy pages of titles like Rogue, Rascal,
Smutty, and Club Raunch.  They were definitely not names I had ever heard
before, nor seen behind the counter at the local Mom `n' Pops alongside the
more familiar PlayPen and Wildcat for that matter, but the pictures were
vivid and shockingly pornographic ~~ and unbelievably arousing.

   "I think they're all foreign." Ethan opened the video box.  "At least,
I'm guessing the magazines are, based on the way the boys and girls look.
Who knows?  She probably knows somebody who can special order them for
her."

   "Do you get stuff in the mail in plain brown wrappers?" I opened up to a
page to find a sexy naked woman kneeling in front of a muscular man, her
pouty lips wrapped tightly around his massive erection.  Just the sight of
it made my penis twitch restlessly.

   "Oh yeah, all the time." He eagerly pulled a tape out and popped it in
the VCR before flopping down on the bed with the remote in one hand.  "Come
on, man.  I've seen this one before.  You gotta check it out."

   Abandoning the magazine, I crawled up next to him as he impatiently
fast-forwarded through the credits, settling myself on a pillow.  I was
quite surprised when he stopped at a scene that featured two guys on
screen. I secretly admitted to myself that both men, each wearing only
baggy shorts that featured their bronzed, sleekly-muscled bodies, were
attractive in a sleazy kind of way, one lazily flexing a dumbbell up and
down while the other lounged by the pool.  They were talking about their
girlfriends and how unsatisfied they were with their sex lives in that
gratingly inept way that I'd already grown familiar enough with to utterly
despise.

   "I thought you didn't like the dialogue in these things." I said
disgustedly at Ethan.  "I know I sure as hell don't."

   "It doesn't last long," he replied a little breathily, and when I
glanced at him, I saw that he already had his hand brazenly resting on that
big bulge, fingers squeezing suggestively at his visibly-swelling crotch.
My belly involuntarily clenched, knowing full well what he was doing to
himself there.

   I wanted to touch myself, too, but in the harsh light of day, I just
couldn't seem to bring myself to do it.  Trying to distract myself, I
focused on what was occurring on the screen.  The two actors were standing
face to face now and then the one leaned over and touched his lips to the
other in a kiss, slow but not quite tentative.  A silent gasp caught in my
throat and a hot flush burst through me.  Frozen, I sat there and watched
them, unable to tear my eyes from these two half-naked men as they put
their hands all over each other's smooth skin and soulfully kissed.

   "Oh my God," I whispered, watching their tongues tangle together, a low
groan sounding from one of them, bracketed by the soft sound of their
clothes rustling as they moved closer in their heated embrace.  How
incredibly stupid I had been to deceive myself into thinking Ethan hadn't
seen me watching the gay porn.  What had he thought then?  What was he
thinking now?

   "Oh, it gets better," he murmured, bright eyes fixed on the screen.  "A
lot better!" I could see his fingers moving over the fabric that strained
to contain the ballooning erection obscenely bloating his crotch as if he'd
stuffed an overripe banana down there.  I squeezed my own thighs together,
feeling a hot throb between my legs.

   The guys on screen's kiss deepened, to the point I could see mouths
opening wider and the firmer and more frantic slide of tongue against
tongue punctuating the wet sounds of their torrid smooching.  Both of their
hands had been sliding from the brawny walls of each other's chest and down
to their heaving bellies.  Rapt, I watched as with frustrated groans, they
both broke off the sexy kiss, panting as they synchronously yanked their
shorts off and kicked out of them quickly so they were naked in no time. 
They stood there, totally naked and staring at each other, breath heaving,
equally oversized cocks so damned hard they stood flat against their
mutually sculpted abdomens.

   My mouth watered, my hand going to my throat as the heat of their
sexplay made my entire body throb.  I knew I should stop watching but I was
enthralled at the sight of these two hard and masculine men wrapped up in
this intensely passionate moment.  Glancing over at Ethan and seeing that
he wasn't paying the least attention to me, I slid my hand down, so I could
cup my own bulge ~~ just to ease the ache a little bit, I justified to
myself.  I wish I could say I was surprised to find myself fully engorged
and lustily aching but I was unbelievably turned on.  The taboo of what I
was watching along with the fact that she was watching right alongside my
best friend ~~ equally engrossed in watching these two incredibly masculine
men making love ~~ made my skin itch with unspoken desire and unsated
longing.

   "Watch," Ethan whispered hotly, and he was now blatantly fondling his
barely-concealed raging hard-on as the television revealed a scene to me
that a week prior I never thought I'd believe was arousing ~~ but it
definitely was.  One of the guys' mouths skimmed down the other's
powerfully built throat and across his protruding collarbone, down over his
nipples.  My mouth, which had previously been salivating, went dry as a
bone when I caught sight of his tongue flicking nimbly over the other man's
flat copper-colored nipples.  He hissed and arched into his lover's
suckling mouth, his groans getting progressively louder as the guy fell
worshipfully to his knees.

   "Isn't that hot?" Ethan asked, gesturing towards the one guy who had
kneed himself forward, taking the veiny shaft in his hand and then moving
his sensuous mouth to him.  His slippery tongue slid around the meaty head
and then slurpingly sucked it inside.

   I nodded, but didn't say anything, feeling my cock throbbing demandingly
through my conspicuously tented trousers and driven near to desperation to
touch myself.  I fervently wished I could see more of the oral action but
the actor's hair played peek-a-boo with the scene as he rhythmically moved
his suctioning mouth.  Of course, when he did sweep his long mane over,
revealing he was taking the beefy cock over and over, I watched, entranced.
I took in every detail, every nuance, noting the way his vacuuming mouth
pulled up, exposing the wet and hard flesh of the ruggedly thick stalk, and
then slid back down toward the root.  When it became too much, I closed my
eyes but I couldn't escape it.

   "Oh ...fuck.  That's so good.  God.  Yes," the one guy kept whispering
encouragingly.  "God damn, you're good at that.  Fuck." Hell, even the
sloppily wet sounds and impassioned moaning that are the soundtrack of
inspired fellatio were too tempting for me to resist.

   Wanting to break the searing tension, I looked over towards Ethan and
felt my heart go into my throat.  He had pulled his cock out and grabbed it
in his knowing fingers, and I knew exactly what it felt like to have my
touch sliding along the spongy ridge flaring out at the base of the tender
glans.  It felt pretty damned good and the slow churning of his hips became
a blatantly sexual writhing and grinding.  My eyes locked on his hands and
I saw him slide his thumb over that glistening slit at the tip of his big
cock.  When he brought that thumb to his lips and tasted his own appetizing
precum.  I choked back my own moan He did not.  He moaned, ragged, full of
unabashed desire as his head lolled on his shoulders.

   "Does it really feel that good?" I gulped, immediately wishing I could
take it back but at the same time unable to resist for a moment more
savagely ripping my trousers down, roughly shoving my boxers aside.  I
couldn't help it, my cock so swollen and tender that merely feeling it flop
heavily against my lower torso sent a shuddery pleasure rippling through
me.

   "Oh, Sebastian, you have no idea.  I wish I had a tongue..." he
responded breath was noticeably laboring, misunderstanding what I had
meant. He was pumping his tantalizingly massaging fist over his beefy
erection in steadily quickening strokes.  "Any tongue, right now..."

   The guy getting fellated onscreen was loudly moaning "Don't stop, don't
stop!", a sheen of gleaming sweat dripping off every tension-bunched
muscle, his large hands sliding through the other man's long hair and
gripping it white-knuckled.  His lover acceded to his insistent demands,
first gorging faster, then selflessly allowing himself to be controlled,
cupping his man's swaying balls in one hand with the other bracing his
weight on the muscular thigh in front of him as the other guy began
aggressively pumping in and out.  Those long strokes accelerated into rapid
thrusting and then to speedfucking into his mercilessly battered mouth. 
There was no finesse, no slow perusal of the other.  It was hard and fast
as raw lust took over.  When he started coming, his entire body convulsing
manically as he squirted his creamy semen onto his lover's tongue, lips and
cheeks, I was jacking myself.  It felt so good I could barely stand it ~~
but I couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, not ever.

   "They take turns," Ethan wheezily whispered.  Sure enough, on screen,
the second guy, having apparently cleansed his face in the meantime, was
standing up now, and the first man was sitting upon a chaise lounge, his
head in his lover's groin.  The second actor's pubic hair was much like
Ethan's, sparse and curly and light and his quiveringly erect penis was a
deep, dark pink, the stem and bulb both alluringly fat and delectably
swollen.

   "Oh God, that feels so good," Ethan murmured, and I couldn't help
watching him rock with it, his eyes closing as he bit his lip.

   I licked my painfully parched lips as I leaned up on my elbow and
overtly admired Ethan, mesmerized by the way his blurred hand shafted
himself with such delicate fury.  I felt those familiar nameless urges
surging up within me, enticing me, seducing me.  Was this really happening?
What would it be like to kiss his sensuously-full lips, to lick those
nipples red against the curling hair dusting his masculine chest, taste the
salt on his naked skin, brush the wayward hair from his eyes?  A
diminishing part of me was revolted at the thought of performing this
intimate act.  Did this mean I was gay?  More significantly, how would
Ethan respond to a sexual advance from another man?  Would he be horrified
or delighted?  Tentative or eager?  And of supreme importance, would I, or
we, be simply taking advantage of what I feared was only loneliness and
misplaced lust or was there something else there, something deeper?

   I moved closer, not sure of my own intentions, but this time I didn't
stop myself.  Some small part of me still feared I would regret this but
the stark need of the moment overwhelmed me as I leaned in and feathered a
kiss on his lips and heard his immediate startled gasp, his eyes flying
open wide.

   "I'm sorry," I apologized, my belly clenching in fear of rejection,
seeing the shock registering on his handsome face.

   He moaned shamelessly.  "Do it again....  oh, please..."

   I'd been looking into Ethan's eyes, taking his measure one last time. 
If the wanton longing in his voice hadn't betrayed his innermost needs, the
hungry expression on his guileless face, his lips parted, his azure eyes
flickering with anticipation as he held my gaze, would have.  Unable to
contain myself any longer, abandoning any sense of self-control to my
anarchic desires, I brought myself closer until our lips touched.  Our
first real kiss was everything I could have dreamed in a kiss, starting out
sweetly and gently, far more gently than I would have expected from an
athletic stud like Ethan, a tender, almost romantic joining of kindred
spirits.  It couldn't stay that way long, but for those few precious
moments, I knew true bliss.

   Within mere moments, the tentative exploration and delicate touch of new
lovers was swept away by the tide of homoerotic lust held back so long.  I
took Ethan's face in my hands, fingers gliding up into his silky hair as I
held him fast, and pulled him toward me to claim his mouth.  For some
reason we both drew to our knees as if in prayer, our masculine chests
meeting as the object of our worship was held in each other's arms.  It was
an intimately erotic moment and it was inevitable that the shared kiss grew
harder and rougher, Ethan's lips now moving against mine until I felt his
slippery tongue begin to bore its way through my lips.  I realized what he
wanted though I had never been kissed with such raw intensity in my life. I
quickly opened my mouth and felt tongue meet slithery tongue, snaking and
curving together in the wet heat, making me actually moan against his open
mouth.

   "Ohhh yes," Ethan suddenly moaned again, arching his back.  I'd
forgotten he'd been frantically jerking off, but that didn't stop him from
grabbing at my head with his free hand, pulling my mouth harder than ever
against his as we resumed making out.  I loved his aggression, feeling him
tauntingly nibbling at my lower lip, wanting to have him devour me, and I
loved the way my mouth felt invaded.  I was quite happily sucking on his
eel-like tongue as it wriggled around inside my mouth, almost seeming to be
trying to count how many teeth I had.  It was a kiss that took my breath
away but made me want more and more.

   Ethan, however, had other more pressing needs.  He pulled his mouth from
mine, at which I moaned in protest until I saw his face, exquisitely
anguished with his critical moment.  "Oh Sebastian," he gasped hoarsely,
and I could hear his palm slapping loudly as he fucked his cock into his
gripping fingers.  "Oh make me come, I'm gonna come!"

   I seized him fast, fingers twisting in his thick hair, then crushed my
lips to his in a ferociously soulful kiss, determined to give and receive
pleasure at Ethan's sweet mouth.  I latched on to his wiggling tongue,
licking on it for all I was worth, back and forth, around and around, until
I was suckling on it so hungrily I could hear the sloppy wet squelches. 
The voluptuously sexy sound made the ache in my own cock spread like a
contagion, making me crazy.  I wanted badly to come but didn't, pressing my
hand sharply to avert the crisis, just holding the delicious feeling there
between my thighs as I felt him shuddering and trembling and arching in the
throes of unimaginable ecstasy.  Without breaking our kiss, I twisted just
in time to see his crimsoned cock shoot a creamy plume that splattered
along his heaving chest, a second ribbon of hot white shooting almost
immediately afterwards and with very nearly the same intensity.  Watching
his tempestuous orgasm was powerful, stunning, life-changing, and knowing I
had played a part in it was even more exciting.

   "Oh my god," he murmured in awe, his hand resting on his abs now, his
whole lower torso striped with cum.  "That felt soooo good."

   "It looked like it," I replied softly and he met my eyes, face flushed
but smiling and open, without a trace of awkwardness or self-consciousness.


   "Want me to make you feel good, too?" He leaned up on his elbow, still
breathing hard, those remarkably bright eyes twinkling in mirth.  Then,
without warning, gave me a rambunctious shove that pressed me flat on the
bed and left him laying on top of me.  I was going to retaliate but my
heart thundered and my insurgent lust reared once more as I became achingly
aware of my rampant hard-on spearing into his deflating but still
formidable cock "It's only fair we take turns."

   Some small, dying part of me wished I would put up some resistance, at
the very least hesitate, but for the first time I did not silently anguish
over my desires, my sexuality, my orientation or Ethan's intentions.  I lay
there trembling, breathing hard, desperate for his touch as my best friend
straddled my thighs to kneel over me, the expression on his face intense,
almost fierce, lust smoldering in his brightly shimmering eyes.

   I did not know what exactly I was anticipating, but I do know I wasn't
expecting Ethan, still securely hugging my flanks with his strong thighs,
to lean forward and grip my wrists tight, pulling them upwards to hold them
high over my head against the blanket.  He bent forward, lightly kissing my
lower lip.  When I began to respond, to try to kiss him back, he teasingly
pulled away, vivacious eyes dancing, hooded with desire.  He still was
holding me pinned to the mattress when he kissed my underarm, moving his
nose against the soft hair.  I shuddered, finding the intimate gesture
curiously arousing.  He responded by sliding his moist tongue along the
side of my pectoral muscle, his downy-soft hair trailing along my naked
flesh.  This intimacy was a total surprise and I suppose I could have
denied him, could have wrested my wrists from his secure clutches and could
have demanded Ethan's more direct attentions.  Instead I found himself
sinking back into the pillowy mattress, burgeoning desire pinning me to the
bed, curiosity keeping me still.

   Ethan had been kissing along the planes of my well-muscled chest, heated
tongue swirling sultrily, the unprecedented sensation so delectably erotic
it made my nipples spring to attention amidst my curling chest hair.  That
did not escape his attentive notice and seconds later his hungering mouth
was over one of the fleshy buds, his dexterous tongue rolling over it like
liquid fire while his hand sought the other one, too, rubbing it hard with
titillating touches.  I had to touch myself.  I had to, I didn't have a
choice.  The feeling between my legs was too great, the soothing bliss
making my eyes flutter shut, its serene intensity too much to ignore. 
While I stroked myself, hard and quick, somehow his massaging lips and
whirling tongue made the same pattern over my distended nipple, sending
mellifluous ripples through my body, right down between my legs.

   "Ethan!" I gasped, my eyes flying open when I felt my best friend gently
squeeze my tightening balls in his cupping hand.  I looked downwards to see
his sucking mouth working as he famishedly feasted on my turgid nipple. 
"Oh, God!" I was breathing hard, part terrified, part desperate for an even
more intimate touch.  And when he leaned forward mere moments later,
fingers boldly curling around my spearingly-erect shaft, it felt too good
for me to do anything other than close my eyes and savor the exquisite
sensation.  I could hear the two guys on the TV, bawdily moaning and crying
out, but I couldn't open my eyes to watch.  I was too entranced by Ethan's
suckling mouth and masturbating hand gliding rhythmically up and down along
my aching cock, igniting shockwaves of tremulous pleasure through me.

   "Do you really want to know what a tongue feels like?" X whispering
asked against my chest, his voice ragged with need..  I met his eyes, and
saw how hungry he was and wondered if I looked that way, too, when I was
watching her.  "I'll do it to you... do you want me to?"

   I groaned piteously, contemplating just what exactly was a mortal sin
and the implications of committing one, as the ferocious heat between my
thighs went from the blazing of a house fire to the white-hot inferno of a
blast furnace at the taboo image.  I shook my head, but the word that came
out of my mouth was, "Yes!"

   "Sebastian," Ethan asked thoughtfully, probably reading the disquiet
warring on my face.  "Are you sure?"

   "Yes."

   Ethan sat back, his mouth curved in a smile that was almost cruel, and I
was suddenly very aware that his control over me was absolute, at least for
the moment.  "What exactly do you want me to do with this giant cock of
yours?"

   Still struggling internally, I didn't reply, my eyes still closed, my
voice not responding, but I tilted my visibly-trembling erection toward
Ethan in what I hoped was obvious invitation.  I felt my best friend's
fingers applying more pressure around my balls that he still cupped in his
palm as he repeated, "I said, what do you want, Sebastian?"

   I opened my eyes, embarrassed.  "I ~~ I don't know what you mean."

   The pressure tightened around his balls, an erotic discomfort that at
once confused and excited me.  "Of course you do.  I want you to ask me for
it.  Ask for what you want, Sebastian.  I'm aching to give it to you."

   I took a deep breath, so aroused by this unexpected but deliciously
kinky game I could barely speak.  "Suck my cock.  Please, Ethan.  Do it."

   Ethan laughed softly.  "With pleasure," he whispered, and before I knew
what was happening, he was between my legs.  The tension was nearly
unbearable as his knowing tongue ran down the sensitive valley where my
thigh met my groin.  That wicked organ traced trails of desire beneath my
swaying balls, licking and kissing the wrinkly flesh of my tender scrotum,
making me shiver with unabashed pleasure and mounting anticipation.  My
untouched cock was straining restlessly upward, its blunted tip glistening
with a pearlescent drop of pre-cum as I waited impatiently for him to bend
over and, just like the guys and girls on the video, for his plush lips to
wrap around my pulsing manhood and take me deep into his sucking throat.

   Several minutes seemed to pass and all Ethan was doing was playing kissy
games with my balls, ignoring that which needed attention the most.  `Do
it!' I wanted to shout, nearly unable to bear this tortuous teasing a
moment longer.  So far my best friend's lips had not touched my hard shaft,
which lay fully erect against my ridged belly, bobbing up and down with my
racing pulse.  My arms remained high above my head, my eyes closed, my
heart beating a steady tattoo in his chest, so much so that I thought it
might burst from my chest, as I arched up, moaning in frustration.

   I almost shouted for joy when I felt Ethan's busy mouth move off my
scrotum and glide upwards.  The sensation of his slippery tongue swabbing
up my shaft was like nothing I had imagined.  It was beyond mortal
pleasure, really, and I couldn't help but open my eyes to see this erotic
dream coming true.  Looking downwards, I witnessed him bend his face just a
little lower, letting his pouty lips finally touch the glossy purple glans.
He pursed his lips ever so slightly, feathering a light, lust-provoking
kiss on the flaring slit notched in rounded tip of the plum, a silky smooch
that sparked off electricity humming in me, making me shudder violently. 
My hands automatically come up to affectionately stroke sides of his
handsome face, fingers threading through his dense hair.

   "Man, I always knew you had a big cock," Ethan breathed admiringly on
the mushroomy tip as if he were speaking into a microphone, staring at its
fleshy length as though its majesty hypnotized him.  "But, God damn, I
can't believe it!" His hand was continuously stroking up and down my burly
shaft, thumb pressing into the rubbery crumple under the swollen head. 
There weren't words for how good it felt when his soft, eager tongue joined
his fingers and lips, licking in long wet strokes.  Iridescent pleasure
exploded through my loins as he skillfully tantalized my heated, taut
flesh. These new sensations were even more delicious, more intense than my
wettest night dreams or wickedest fantasies and they made me moan, nearly
desperate with need.

   "Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph," I moaned, moaned, my voice low and breathy,
my head falling backwards, letting myself go completely.  I had expected
inexpert, tentative attentions but what I got was Ethan's serpentine tongue
tracing intricate patterns around my cock, one hand possessively clutching
the base of the engorged stalk while the other played mischievously with my
balls.  And when he lowered his mouth over the mushroomed tip, lips locked
tight around the shaft while his moist tongue flickered lightly over the
heat-engulfed glans, the feeling was joltingly electric, the sensation of
newfound sexual pleasure near indescribable.

   Without realizing what I was doing, I reached out to lovingly touch
Ethan's cheek but found myself instead aggressively gripping his hair and
arching up against his omnivorous mouth.  I expected him to recoil but
instead he responded by making an encouraging noise in his throat while he
ovalled his lips and started consuming me whole.  Ethan took as much of my
cock into his slurping mouth as he could, pulling up on the throbbing shaft
as he lowered his head.  He nearly choked as, in his gluttonous haste, he
pressed the head of my penis against the back of his throat.  Much of the
spearing fleshy rod disappeared into his greedily gorging mouth, causing me
to moan out in my astonished bliss.

   "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" I cried out, arching and twisting against him.
It felt so good, I never wanted it to end.  He withdrew back upwards
slowly, maintaining the innerving friction with his pressuring lips,
massaging my immersed cock with his flexuous tongue, lightly grazing the
taut skin with his nibbling teeth.  Even when he drew off, panting heavily,
he massaged the glistening shaft with his curled hand, moving it up and
down to maintain the unbearably pleasurable friction, his other hand still
cupping my balls.

   "You're wondering how I did that?" Ethan asked as he sat back, his eyes
fixed on my face, his own smile lazy, his cheeks flushed.  "I've been
practicing for weeks on that dildo I gave Erica.  You remember, the one you
used to get yourself off in my mom's bedroom?"

   I blushed, wondering whether he had ever even actually gotten into the
shower or simply closed the door and, peeking through the hairline crack,
had played the naughty voyeur and peeped in on me stroking off with fingers
and vibe to the video of the two guys and girl, much as I had watched Mrs.
Lunsford that first unforgettable night...

   Those thoughts and all others evaporated when Ethan's hot mouth once
more lowered over my jutting cock, his lips creating a light sensual
suction as he took my beefy rod fully into his sultry oral heat.  Once more
he suckled and kissed, massaged and teased, increasing the radiant
sensation more than I thought humanly possible, until my body pulsed and
shivered with each sensual, thrilling touch.  And it only got better,
because now, instead of allowing the plump bulb capping my cock to simply
nestle at the back of his throat, he permitted it to glide down still
farther, into his hot, yielding windpipe, until he'd very nearly taken it
to the hilt!.  It felt like pure heaven.

   Since my best friend had begun his blowjob, I had been trembling with
the barely suppressed need to writhe and arch toward the offered pleasure
of Ethan's mouth but had been concerned that my abundant size and his
virginal inexperience would cause him to choke.  But now that he had
demonstrated an amazing proficiency at fellatio, and I began subtly sliding
my long thick cock in and out of his thin-stretched lips, always leaving
the incredibly swollen tip half an inch inside his mouth as I began to
guide his bobbing head with my fingers threaded in his hair.

   Not that I needed to give Ethan any pointers.  From the way his nostrils
flared, the dreamy way he looked up at me, the passionate moans resonating
out of his diaphragm and the sheer insatiable voracity he displayed, he
loved sucking my beefy cock.  He was also ceaselessly inventive, now
insistently tugging on my saliva-slickened shaft and bouncing scrotum to
inspire me to speed up my deep, inward thrusts.  His handsome head bobbed
rhythmically on the end of my skewering penis, and my heavy, cum-laden
balls swung up and slapped against his chin, the light fuzz covering them
brushing against him like an airy feather.  I gleefully watched the puffing
out of his cheeks above me as he fought to keep his breath, practicedly
catching small gulps of air on each outstroke.

   Waves of deliquescent pleasure washed over me and I eased backwards on
the pillowy mattress as Ethan put his heart and soul into the rapacious
fellating of my throbbing cock.  He began to lick and suck madly like a
lust-crazed incubus at the thick, hardened shaft imbedded in his mouth, his
lips mucousy from the unique mixture of my glutinous pre-cum and his
lubricating saliva.  The thin tensile rim of his mouth clung to my lengthy
shaft as I stroke long and deep, his cheeks hollowing with the intensity of
his suctioning, making my whole body ring with tension and quivering from
the wild sensation.  Whenever he had the slightest opportunity, he utilized
that tireless tongue of his to gloss around and around the swollen head,
tonguetip flickering inquisitively into the tiny slit to thirstily sample
the lubricating pre-cum that was oozing out there.

   While I shivered with my steadily escalating ecstasy, Ethan continuously
sucked and slavered on my aching cock, moaning sensually on the fleshy rod
he was orally skewered by.  I looked down, once more savoring the sight of
my towering, thickly-veined shaft buried in my sexy best friend's
lust-contorted face.  I felt his strong hands brazenly massaging the
pleated skin of my scrotum, playing teasingly with my tender testicles as
he sucked metrically up and down the steely hardness of my obscenely
swollen erection, all the way from the smoothly rounded head to the velvety
flesh at its thick base.  With the furnace of my loins radiating
cauterizing sensations outwards, I had begun humping my hips upwards as a
reflex action whenever Ethan's swallowing mouth descended, forcefully
impaling his willing throat deeper on my tremendously hard cock.  He gagged
only slightly at the choking entry, struggling to maintain his inhalations.
It came as a great rasping sound, as he sucked in a gulp of air from the
sensation.  I shook my head in wondering, why it was he so gluttonously
wanted to have as much cock as possible, seemingly constantly craving the
totality of my penis in his worshipful mouth at all times.

   By now, my cock was throbbing agonizingly under Ethan's oscular
ministrations and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer, even as much as
I wanted to hold back the scalding flood of my pent-up semen as long as he
could.  I could feel my testicles steadily tightening, my back arching
higher and higher, my lips parting in a low continuous moan.  Thrillingly,
my schoolmate seemed to be enjoying it as well, because not only could I
hear strangling noises forcing their way up from his lungs through the
constricted passage of his throat but I could also see his whole sleekly
naked body quivering, a slowly-stroking hand resuscitating his own penis
back to life.  His hand had left my swinging scrotum and was now working on
the naked globes of my buttocks that I was fiendishly flexing up and down.
Now those gentle fingers probed my nether entrance and I couldn't help but
lift my hips to assist him, fully savoring the sinful thrill of this
forbidden moment.

   The indescribable sensation of having a slickly wet finger slipped into
my virgin anus even while Ethan's lushly cushioning lips and maddeningly
twirling tongue weaved a sizzling spell over my sensually-tormented cock
brought me to the point beyond which no human male can endure.  A turbulent
climax began to mount like a tsunami hurtling recklessly through my
thrill-wracked body.  I knew I was going to come in mere seconds and
apparently he knew it too because he lowered his head again, glutting and
gulping almost ferociously, the demanding rhythm driving me nearly
psychotic with raving lust.  In fact, it demented me enough that just as I
prepared to release my creamy seed into his hot mouth, I took hold of his
head and held it firmly in place as I brutally fucked his face, my
lust-crazed body strained to bury the pulsing rod of my big cock balls-deep
into the hot narrow gullet of my best friend!

   "Ethan" I rasped down at him as my hips spasmodically jerked up tightly
into his face.  My fingers, completely devoid of any conscious control and
still tangled tightly in his hair, forcibly shoved his head down harder
onto my convulsing penis.  Despite the seemingly callous or, at the very
least, selfish nature of my action, in my heart I wanted to express to him
how good it felt, how incredible it was, how thankful I was for this
altruistic gift he had given to me, but all that I could manage was, "Oh
God, oh God, oh God, oh God...""

   I couldn't say anything else other than "Oh, God!" and soon I couldn't
even say that ~~ words obliterated, thoughts smashed, fears and trepidation
dissolved under the delicious onslaught of my assaulting orgasm.  The sheer
violence of the first barrage of blitzing ecstasy rampaging a path of
wanton destruction through my every nerve nexus made my body spasm and
shudder, loins thrusting against Ethan as I came.  My best friend responded
by holding me fast around the hips, his tongue moving even faster, the
vibration of him moaning upon my throat-engulfed cock making my climax even
more violent.  I was being deliciously violated by surges of raging blisses
wreaking sweet havoc through my bloodstream and it went on and on and on. I
was only saved from utter annihilation by Ethan, taking every drop of my
seed until I was spent, continuing to gently milk my hypersensitive cock
until the terrible tremors began to subside and with a final ragged cry I
collapsed, dropping his head, my body utterly limp with expended pleasure,
my lover resting his cheek

   For the longest time afterwards, I couldn't open my eyes, still too
overwhelmed with the dizzying sensations.  But in the wake of the slowly
receding orgasmic blisses, rational thought finally returned and I became
aware of Sam as he sidled up next to me, draping his arm over me.  I tried
to speak, to express my joy, my amazement, the intensity of the experience,
but all I could do was mumble, still unable to muster up the physical
strength even to form words.

   When Ethan began stroking my hair from my face, I became aware of an
exotically musky scent on his breath that I knew was from having my penis
buried between his lips.

   "Didn't it feel good?" He seductively pressed the length of his smoothly
muscular body against mine.

   I nodded my agreement, not opening my eyes.  Good wasn't the word for
it. I swallowed hard, still a little breathless, and that's when I felt his
lips brushingly touching mine.  They were soft, warm, and wet.  His whole
face was wet ~~ his cheeks, his chin.  My eyes flew open when his tongue
twirled against mine, and the taste in his mouth was tangy and spicy and
strangely arousing, a potent aphrodisiac.

   "You taste sooo good," he whispered, breaking the kiss and looking at
me. His eyes searched mine, hungry, pleading.  "Can it be my turn now? 
Please?"

   I bit my lip, feeling something tighten in my belly as I shakily sat up
and knelt between his legs, looking down at him.  Ethan looked almost shy,
like he was afraid I would say no, and that strengthened my resolve. 
Secondly, I was truly grateful to this man who had given me such an amazing
blowjob, my first!, an experience that I knew I would treasure and cherish
in memory forever and I wanted to display my gratitude.  But the thing that
truly decided it for me, lightyears beyond those other reasons, was that
this was Ethan Lunsford, my best friend since the first grade.  We had
grown up together, as boys, teenagers, and now as men.  I trusted him as I
trusted no other person on this planet, not even my beloved parents,
telling him damn near every one of my secret dreams and desires.  I didn't
know what love was then, and in many aspects I still can't define it, but
all I needed to know was that at that moment if I loved anybody, I loved
Ethan.

   Resolute in my decision, I flopped down on top of Ethan and within
moments we were frenziedly writhing in an impassioned embrace, our mouths
soulfully kissing and playfully nipping at each other.  I slid my hand down
to his incredibly muscular butt and pulled him toward me so that his huge
erection, feeling like a bar of molten steel between us, was grinding
against my softened penis, spilling out its pre-seminal slickness so that
soon my groin and abs were liberally smeared with his slippery wetness. 
Sometimes when our cocks slid against each other the blunted tip of his
glans would catch momentarily against my spongy ridge, and the uniquely
erotic sensation made him groan into my mouth.  I could hear the raw, male
need in that shuddery moan and instinctively knew that he wasn't going to
last long.  If we wanted to do more than this, amazingly sexy as it was,
then I was going to have to get to it.

   To that end, I pulled back from his tasty mouth, and instead, assailed
his throat, licking the veins popping up and sucking at his Adam's Apple. I
quickly moved down to where I was swabbing my tongue on the sensuously
smooth skin of his magnificent pectoral muscles moving closer to his
impossibly tiny, dime-sized areolae.  I sucked at them, and the nubbins of
his masculine nipples erected, becoming hard little bumps.  He groaned
loudly, slightly, his lower torso slightly moving for the first time. 
Evidently he really enjoyed that and I made a mental note of his apparent
affinity for nipple foreplay.  But that would have to wait for now because
I was moving on.  There was so much more of him I wanted to taste.

   I pushed him over onto his back and, scrambling down on my hands and
knees, slid down his body until I was between his legs with my head
positioned between my lover's thighs.  Ethan's incredible deepthroating of
my penis had completely destroyed any lingering puritanical doubts I may
have had, and I wanted nothing but to initiate in him the same
scrumptiously lusty feelings that had ripped through my own aching, burning
cock like a hot wind.  I worried that that ultimate goal might be more
difficult to achieve than I had first guessed because my best friend now
lay compliant on his back, his eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his face.
Only his cock betrayed his calm demeanor, rigid at a forty-five-degree
angle above his body.  I wondered if maybe he was having second thoughts,
but then I realized he was laying so still against me, asking nothing,
demanding nothing so that I wouldn't feel the pressure to perform I might
have had he been more insistent.  He needn't have worried!

   Focusing my attention on Ethan's penis, my mouth dropped open at the
sight of the thing, making me sigh and quiver in rapture as I stared in awe
at the impossibly juicy rod of lust-engorged masculine flesh.  To say that
he was a mouthful was to do him a disservice.  He was way more than a
mouthful, his beefy erection rising like a tree from his pubic thatch. 
Thick.  Long.  Hard.  Beautiful.  Those were words that came to mind as I
gazed adoringly at his impressive endowment, big and chunky and so
delicious looking.  Immediately my mouth was watering and I felt my own
fiery passion set to blaze in my loins as I noted the whole length of his
meaty shaft was mapped with a network of crisscrossing blue pulsing veins.
But what I found most interesting, however, was the fact that the head of
his cock was quite small.  In fact, the thick shaft of his cock had far
more diameter than the head.  The head sat on the top of this thick, rigid
phallus almost like a cherry on top of a sundae and I immediately thought
that would make it much easier when...

   As I tentatively reached out with a trembling hand to touch him, I had
only a hazy idea of what I was going to do, but as long as it involved
Ethan's wonderful-looking penis, I knew I was all set.  Knowing how I
myself liked to be touched himself, slowly, teasingly at first to build up
my anticipation, I drew my finger along the stalk.  The skin was smooth and
soft, the network of veins tactilely pulsing.  When my fingers eased down
to the base, I let them slip under to touch his balls, so delicate beneath
my fingertips.  I couldn't help but lick my chapped lips and swallow into
my parched throat again, this level of sexual intimacy sparking off a
heated desire that blazed like a mid-summer fire in a dry thicket within my
loins...

   Ethan had been sighing breathily but otherwise he had so far remained
near-motionless, his eyes closed, the little smile still playing at his
lips.  But when I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started moving
fluidly it up and down the length, he began to sensuously moan, his lips
parting.  I felt an unexpected thrill of control as his responsive cock
hardened still farther in my masturbatory grip.  Slowly, with long, even
strokes, I pumped him, using some of my favorite onanistic techniques like
twisting my wrist and flexing my fingers.  He was getting lost in the
malthusianistic pleasure and sensation, his once regular breathing now
distinctly labored and I grinned with satisfied delight as his hips rose to
meet my caressing hand.  I reached down and fondled his balls with my free
hand, juggling the fleshy spheres within their wrinkly sac, and was
astonished to feel my own penis beginning to revive despite my recent and
very intense orgasm.

   "Oh Sebastian.  Yes," Ethan said, his voice husky with mushrooming lust.

   I mumbled something in response in my own skyrocketing desire then,
feeling my heart begin to hammer, I lifted his hefty erection from where it
rested on his abs.  Then I dared to lower my crimsoning face until my mouth
was level with the crest of my best friend's erect penis, my lips poised
just beyond the bulbous, blunted end of his visibly throbbing erection. 
Looking him in the eyes, I brought it to my hungry mouth, shamelessly
watering for its first taste of cock.  Ethan nearly jumped when I leaned in
and planted a tenderly affectionate kiss on the very tip, tasting his
pre-cum.  It was salty and sweet, far more sweet than salty.  The next
moment found me lightly licking around the sleek glans, the spongy flesh
yielding against my swishing tongue.  Jesus, `I can't believe I'm doing
this,' a part of me thought while another part whispered back, `What took
you so long?'

   With no idea if I was doing it right, primarily using my practice on
Ethan's dildo as a guide, I slipped my mouth down onto his large, hard
penis.  He tasted different than I expected, a little acrid at first, but
very quickly surprisingly bland.  The feeling of his naked flesh under my
investigating tongue was unique as well, like a bar of fresh-forged
tempered steel wrapped in lavishly soft satin.  Growing more confident I
decided to see how far down I could go, taking just about half until I
couldn't take any more.  How had Ethan deepthroated me, taking my cock so
far back that I had felt the head of my shaft hit the back of his throat
and slide even further?  While his penis was substantially thicker, mine
was significantly longer, and yet I was nowhere near as proficient at
performing a blowjob as he was.  How would I ever learn to do that?

   Ethan quelled some of my doubts my letting out a loud moan as I came
back up on his saliva-slickened length, my tongue flicking out and swiping
across the plummy head, lapping up all the sweet precum it was producing.

   "Does it feel good?" I asked, genuinely curious, hoping my fellative
efforts were being successful.  I saw him watching me, eyes glazed over,
face flushed with lust, and it boosted my self-confidence and gave me the
incentive to play a little game with him.  "Isn't it funny?" I whispered in
an overly naïve voice, mimicking the childishly provocative dialogue of the
pornos we'd been watching.  "Doing this just makes me want to touch
myself." He groaned, ogling me as I reached down and began exaggeratedly
stroking my resuscitated semi-erect penis even as I leaned back down, my
eyes locked on his as my kissing lips slipped over the streamlined tip of
his flavorsome cock with a wet slurpy sound.

   "Please," he murmured roughly as I took him in again, halfway, making
him drenchedly wet with my saliva.  "Oh Sebastian, my God..."

   Heartened by my best friend's unabashedly erotic response, I began
working my head up and down, never taking my eyes off his handsome face,
trying to remember all the varied methods of performing oral sex I'd seen
in the films to inspire my own virginal effort.  As I bobbed faster and
faster, suctioning inwards on my inhalations with my cheeks and tongue
acting as supporting element, Ethan's previous serenity began to dissipate.
Something else took over and he started to thrust against me.  I was
thrilled to have such an effect on my dear friend, but when I went just a
little too deep and he pushed me just a little too far, the rounded tip
bumped into my soft palette, making me begin to choke and gag and I jerked
back with a spluttering cough.  Startled by the suffocating sensation of
the reflexive defensive mechanism, I felt utterly embarrassed by my
pathetically inept attempts to pleasure him.  I desperately wanted to
please him, to serve him in the sexy way in which I had been served but I
felt him tensing.

   "Take it slow," I heard Ethan whisper encouragingly.  "You're doing
fine. Better than fine.  Just relax and take your time."

   I obeyed him, slowly lowering my head to again take his slightly
flagging erection into my mouth only this time I was a bit more modest in
my attempts.  My self-assurance began to return when I felt his big cock
rehardening until he was as rigid as a block of cement, the knowledge that
I was the one responsible sending that now-familiar jolt of power coursing
through me.  Slowly I began to move my head up and down as I had before,
growing steadily more confident in my cocksucking abilities as I pulled
against the saliva-doused flesh with one stroking hand, the other one
playfully jiggling my best friend's big balls.

   "Yes, yes," Ethan whispered, watching me through half-closed eyes. 
"Suck it, baby... god, that's so good!"

   I had always thought that some of the things I had seen in the X-rated
films had been affected, but the practice showed it was part and parcel of
the physical act.  For one, I had always assumed the sloppy wet noises were
faked, but as I fellated Ethan, I found that whenever I added to the
suckling pressure by drawing my cheeks in, the resulting vacuum made the
familiar slurpy sounds, somewhat reminiscent of an aquarium filter.  The
same went with the amount of saliva that was produced.  I found my mouth
inundated with spit, streams dribbling out the corner of my mouth and
spilling down my chin, so much so that whenever I let him out to take a
breather, great glistening strands of it would tenaciously cling between my
lips and his lustrous glans.  And instead of feeling demeaned or degraded,
I found them intensely titillating and rubbed myself harder, reveling in
the newfound sensations.

   "Yes, oh god, yes.  So good, so perfect," Ethan breathed during a series
of sighs and moans.  His hips lifted slightly as he angled himself toward
me.  My jaw was starting to ache, but I didn't care, I kept on sucking him,
hungry and eager.  At first I had been wholly selfless in wanting to make
him feel good but by now I was feeling like little more than a writhing
form of sweat-drenched, lust-demented male flesh that begged to have the
delicious cock in my mouth fill me to the brim with its precious seed.  And
it was to that end that I took him deep.  Once more it nudged into the back
of my throat but this time, by force of will and raw determination, I
fought back the reflex and allowed his plump glans to slide into my
windpipe, deepthroating him until my nose was buried in his short and
curlies.

   "Ahh!  Fuck!  Yeah!  Suck my cock!  Fuck!" Ethan obscenely groaned.  It
seemed like the decadent feelings were sweeping over him and he was
becoming lost in a mindless haze of pleasure.  Feeling triumphant at my
small victory, I showed him no mercy and gave him no quarter, gorging
insatiably on his scrumptious cock, using my tightened hand to tauntingly
stroke his saliva-sopping shaft whenever I withdrew.  `Oh God!' I inwardly
moaned, relishing every deepstroke of the delectably pudgy penis stretching
out my slavering mouth.  This was heaven.  This had to be heaven, to be
getting all the cock I could handle.  In retrospect, my whole life up until
this moment had been empty and hollow before I had tested the courage of my
convictions and shown trust in my best friend to be this intimate with him.

   By now, Ethan had his hands in my hair, pressing me down further while
simultaneously humping his hips to jam all of his thick inches down my
eagerly accepting throat.  His breath was coming faster and faster, and I
could feel the tension in his thighs as he increased the tempo of his
thrusts, his escalating lust making him buck and jerk under my gluttonous
mouth.  I closed my eyes in utter abandon as Ethan pressured me.  I
whimpered, looking up at him, not sucking him so much anymore as he was
fucking my mouth, using my skewered lips and wiggling tongue, and my
willing, lust-weakened body in general to seek his ultimate release.  At
that very moment, he was viewing me as an exciting receptacle into which he
would pump his hot, sticky semen and for some strange reason I found that
unspeakably thrilling!

   "Ohhh fuck," Ethan groaned, demandingly pressing my head down.  The musk
of his sweaty groin surrounded me as I swallowed as much of him as I was
physically capable of, sliding down his beefy rod until my nostrils were
flaring in his bush and his glans was spreading open the tunnel of my
throat.  I knew then that I wasn't about to let his load go to waste
painting his chest or abs.  My left hand was a pumping blur, stroking my
throbbing erection as it strained towards its own climax with each
breathlessly raunchy cry from Ethan's lips.  "Fuck!  You're gonna make me
come!  I'm gonna shoot!  Sebastian!"

   Ethan made a low growling noise before screaming out incoherently, and I
could feel the tremors start that announced I had pushed him over the edge.
I felt his body go into a momentary paralysis the instant before he began
ejaculating in a series of spasmodic jerks, a ragged cry punctuating each
creamy spurt.  Since he was still engulfed in my throat, I let his spasming
cock belch out his masculine essence for one or two tremors, those first
jets of cum going straight down into my stomach without anything stopping
it, before I pulled back so that I could taste him.  I got my wish, feeling
him begin to shoot volley after volley of creamy hot fluid into the
interior of my desperately sucking mouth, coating my tongue with his
smoothly tangy essence that reminded me oddly enough of raw oysters.  My
cheeks expanded like a balloon as I gulped and swallowed down in
lust-crazed voracity the nectar washing into me, fastening my lips like a
tight elastic ring around his jerking penis in my staunch determination
that I would swallow every precious drop.

   Ethan's orgasm went on and on, coming in blasting waves, and the
intensity of it became too much.  I had been frantically jacking my own
throbbing erection and when I felt some thin white droplets dribbling from
the corners of my lips, it was all the instigation I needed for my own
release.  My dazed mind began to whirl in a maze of deliciously vertiginous
colors, flashing on and off with the galvanic shocks of coruscating bliss
that were jolting like lightning through my ecstasy-wracked body to the
very core of my being.  It made me shoot off my own juicy load, though not
nearly in the amount my best friend was, one or two squirts followed by a
few lethargically sluggish spills mirroring my internal narcotic stupor.

   With my sweet little orgasm slowly subsiding, I found my best friend's
slowly deflating penis slipping from between my still-sucking lips.  Thin
viscous strings of cum hung persistently from my saliva-wettened chin
connected me with his limp organ as Ethan's sinewy hips collapsed back on
the bed.  I crawled back up the bed until we were lying there face to face.
He looked at me with wonder and gratitude written all over his handsome
face as I touched my mouth against his and we shared a tender, heartfelt
kiss.

   "Mmmmmm..." His hands were moving over his thighs like they had after
his self-induced orgasm the day before, just petting himself lightly.  He
looked over at me and flashed a wickedly sinful smile.  "Doesn't it feel
good to be bad?"

   I touched my lips, still swollen from our kisses, still wet with his
semen, and nodded.  I had to admit it ~~ it really did!

   Love Thy Neighbor Chapter 4 of 14 (?)

   In this chapter, highschoolers, best friends and occsional fuck-friends,
Sebastian discovers Ethan has a loose tongue and wonders what the
consequences may be.  Meanwhile, the fires smoldering between Sebastian and
Mrs Lunsford, his best friend's mother, burst into flame and what happens
is better than his most erotic fantasy and worse than his darkest
nightmare. Written in my trademark purplish prose, this sensual
May/September relationship proves to be just as emotional as it is torrid.
Story coded as M/F Younger Man/Older Woman Approx 9,000 words

   Chapter 4

   Being bad proved to be a slippery slope.  I found myself continuously
slipping further down the primrose path, and the line between `couldn't
stop it' and `wouldn't stop it' was growing blurrier by the hour.  The
night after that life-changing afternoon at the Lunsford house found me
lying in my bed at home, considering the consequences of what I had done. I
found that while I wasn't ashamed of what had transpired, I wasn't exactly
going to shout it from the rooftops either and decided that the best thing
and most logical thing to do was to break this relationship off.  And how
did I break it off?  By being entwined in a torrid embrace in the shower
less than 24 hours later, Ethan and I kissing and laughing as we delighted
in discovering some of the deliciously dirty games two grown men can play
with one another.

   On the surface for the next six weeks, nothing changed.  The pair of us
were still respected and well-liked members of the varsity swim team,
engaging in typical horseplay, calling everything we disliked `gay' and
people we loathed `faggots', blending in as run-of-the-mill highschool
students of the 1980s.  Of course, once the doors were closed, though, the
two of us kissed and sucked one another at every opportunity and wherever
we could, preferably in Ethan's bedroom but frequently in the secret room
off the maintenance tunnel he and Erica had frequented under our school. 
On a rickety cot, the two of us first discovered the mutual joys of the
classic 69 position, the bliss of both giving and receiving, the pair of us
striving to last as long as we possibly could before ejaculating together,
squirting frothy cum into one another's gulping mouths in the same
synchronous rhythm as the thundering of our heartbeats.

   It wasn't exactly easy living this secret double life.  For example, I
still sat between my parents at the mass we attended on each and every
Sunday as we had for as long as I could remember, but now I actively tried
not to listen.  Instead I counted the word "sin." Forty-seven sins.  Father
O'Driscoll said the word "sin" forty-seven times during his sermon, and the
one time he was practically thundering from upon the pulpit, his hand
crashing down upon the lectern as he quoted the famed Catholic philosopher
Umberto of Cassini: "The sin of lust is the most corrosive of all sins,
blinding morality and enraging the passions.  It hinders truth seekers and
distracts the pious.  It sins against the body and weakens the soul.  Lust
of the flesh is never quenched but grows more inflamed and madder by
repetition!" and it made my heart leap to my throat.

   But even more disconcerting than the fear of the fires of perdition was
the realization of what this developing relationship was.  Though
occasionally loving things were said in the heat of passion, the truth was
that it was quickly becoming apparent that this was a purely sexual tryst,
on a physical level primarily though we certainly bonded together on an
emotional level as something more than friends but significantly less than
true lovers.  There never was any question whether Ethan was going to break
up with Erica; he wasn't, and it wasn't just to maintain appearances.  I
never considered him my `boyfriend' and he never called me that.  We were
simply too very close friends whose deep level of mutual trust and genuine
affection for one another allowed us to engage in homoerotic sex for the
sake of sating our sexual urges.  And I kept thinking I was missing out on
something more, something deeper, some indefinable ... something.

   So there I was, skipping school again on the Friday following, sitting
in Ethan's room, listening to the newest Majella and Striped Tiger albums
Erica had brought along with her, I was drinking one of the Bully Frog
beers that Ethan and I had somehow bought at a Mom `n' Pops with my
pathetically bad fraudulent ID and was now watching my best friend and his
girlfriend undulating in a slow dance to the pop starlet's crooning voice
and the rhythmic synth melody.  For some reason, I had been thinking of
Father O'Driscoll's damning homily and was feeling just how tender my flesh
really was, how vulnerable and aching.  Just seeing their young bodies
touching, swaying together romantically close to one another, made me long
for something that I knew was a sin.

   And I just couldn't deny it anymore.  It was all I thought about, no
matter what I was doing ~~ washing in the shower, daydreaming in physics
class, struggling to eat my mother's overcooked pork chops ~~ I couldn't
stop thinking about the crush I had had for the last two years on Mrs. 
Lunsford.  And it wasn't just thinking about watching her touch herself
that fateful night that had me spinning.  It was also the way she had
reached out and tenderly touched the corner of my mouth with the napkin
when she shared her blueberry bagel the next morning.  It was the
mysterious look in her flashing eyes when they fell between my legs just
before she left for work.  It was that had wicked smile of hers that hinted
of steamy sex and sinful fantasies.  It started slowly, nudging her pouty
lips apart like she shared a dirty secret, except Mrs.  Lunsford smiled
that way all the time.  My oversexed libido didn't care ~~ thought it was
just for my benefit.  I chose to agree.

   Watching Ethan and Erica, the way they affectionately nuzzled each other
and passionately kissed, I couldn't help but fantasize it was me and Mrs.
Lunsford embracing in one another's arms.  It was becoming a common
masturbatory fantasy of mine, one I had indulged in that very afternoon,
having gone home after afternoon swim team practice to change and meet my
best friend at his house.  As I stood there under the heated spray, soaping
and stroking myself, I had envisioned the curvy Ms.  Lunsford, drawn to her
sophisticated, refined beauty, so much more appealing than the trendy
cuteness of her younger counterparts.  I suspected that classy loveliness
would be even more appealing when she was moaning beneath me, her huge
expressive eyes liquid with desire to have my cock buried deep in her slick
pussy.  Maybe it would only be then, in the midst of making torrid love
with one another, that she'd finally notice me, see how much I loved her.

   `Whoah.  holy shit!' I thought frantically, staring at my best friend
and his girlfriend but thinking of Mrs.  Lunsford.  I mean, she had been
driving me nuts for forever, but love?  And yet, to a deep part of me, it
didn't come as a shock to me at all.  I loved her.  I'd felt this way for
years.  And it went far beyond purely physical, although that was certainly
part of it, seeing as I was masturbating to imaginary scenarios of her and
I together even as I was engaging in regular oral sex with Ethan.  There
was something deeply attractive about her unique combination of
self-confidence, maturity and self-awareness that was profoundly lacking in
girls my own age.  I'd been thinking that, given the chance, together we
could overcome any hurdles in our way.  All I knew was I wanted her in my
life.  In my bed.  Now, all I had to do was break the startling revelation
to my best friend since grade school that I was falling head over heels for
his mother...

   As I finished the last dregs of my beer, I saw Erica's hand slide
surreptitiously into Ethan's trousers and stealthily fish around.  I stood,
hanging onto the edge of the night table when the room tilted sideways and
my head started buzzing.  I wasn't much of a drinker, probably had had a
total of a dozen other beers in my whole life, and this afternoon, watching
Ethan and his girlfriend together, secretly thinking of Mrs.  Lunsford, I'd
had four.

   "I'm gonna leave you two alone," I murmured, seeing their wet pink
tongues twining together in a steamy kiss, Erica's leg wrapping around
Ethan's calf as he moved his hand shamelessly under her blouse, the other
edging her skirt up so high I could see her pink panties as he teasingly
squeezed the supple flesh of her lush ass in his hand.  "You guys seem to
have need of the bed."

   They broke off their torrid kissing and Ethan looked at me, a unique
mixture of concern and gratitude playing on his face.  "Are you sure?"

   "Yeah.  I'm sure" I assured him, inching past them toward the bedroom
door.

   "You don't have to." Erica said breathlessly, her glittering eyes
impudently gaping at the swelling bulge at my crotch.  I was amazed by her
audacity.  She had always seemed like such a nerdy Catholic school virgin.
"Why don't you stay...and play?"

   Shocked by the implications of the provocative question, I looked
questioningly toward Ethan.  Instantly I knew he'd told her about us, his
guilt revealed by the way he embarrassedly bit his lower lip and awkwardly
looked away, seemingly too ashamed to meet my perplexed eyes.  My face
burned in humiliation, my chest tightening not only at the betrayal but the
chances that Erica couldn't keep her blabbering mouth closed.  I shook my
head, not wanting to think of the possible horrific consequences at school
and beyond.

   "Three's a crowd," I hissed angrily, throwing open his door and not
looking back at them as I slammed it shut behind me.

   I stood in the hallway, leaning back against the wall because I was
having that dizzy, buzzing feeling in my head that fizzed inside me not
only from the alcohol but another kind of intoxication.  They were
conspiratorially whispering, the words inaudible through the wall, but then
I heard the bedsprings and knew they were making out.  I don't know how
long I was there, but it must have been quite a while, standing and
contemplating Mrs.  Lunsford's bedroom door.  It wasn't until I heard Erica
gaspingly moan and heatedly say, "Oooh yeah, baby, lick it!" that I made up
my mind to leave.

   Striding purposefully along the upstairs hallway, down the grand
staircase, and through the parlor, my mind was still buzzing with the
ramifications of the two profoundly affecting discoveries I had made in the
last fifteen minutes.  Remembering at the last moment a book I wanted to
borrow for my English literature class, I went into the library.  I knew
that Mrs.  Lunsford had studied Medieval History at University which
explained why they'd invested in the book-lined room filled floor to
ceiling with old manuscripts and ancient tomes with leather bindings. 
Heavy oaken tables, overstuffed furniture and a deep-piled, wine-colored
Oriental rug were all gently lighted by shaded lamps strategically placed
for reading.

   The library was my favorite room in the house and any other time I would
have been eager to examine the contents of the room, but right then I had
other things on my mind.  Looking for the shelf where I had previously
spotted the book I needed, I went towards it ... and stopped dead in my
tracks, my mouth going dry at the mere sight.  Mrs.  Lunsford was sitting
on a leather couch, looking at something.  I swallowed in my parched
throat, my cock thickening at the vision of her loveliness sight of her. 
God, she was gorgeous, rich auburn hair cut in a fashionable style,
adorable bangs spilling down almost into those dreamy bright eyes framed by
her old reading glasses, owlish, dark-rimmed, typically librarian.  She
wore little makeup, a touch of shadow below her arched eyebrows, a whisper
of blush on those classic cheeks, frosted burgundy tinting lips that drew
me in, the pouty fullness of them so very kissable.

   I found that I couldn't take my eyes off of her.  She was dressed as a
vision in sapphire blue that was her tailored business suit smoothing over
her gracefully flowing curves, the silk blouse hugging breasts that looked
so soft and touchable.  The ensemble was completed by a loose, billowy
chiffon skirt, summery but sexy, and a pair of strappy high heels.  Older
woman?  This was no older lady.  This was a woman, ripened into the full
flower of her feminine mystique ~~ and every cell in my body knew it.  I
could practically feel the sensuous warmth pouring off her body, making her
so adorably desirable it made me lick my chapped lips, trying to force down
the hunger curling through my crotch that made me want to hug her, tickle
her and fuck her all at the same time.

   Despite my eternal physical attraction towards her, I immediately sensed
that something was very wrong.  Her cheeks were flushed and she was sitting
in a strangely tense posture as she stared intently at a picture of her
dead husband.  I had known Mr.  Lunsford well, thought of him as a tall,
distinguished-looking older man, quick to laugh and full of life kind of
men.  He had been Ethan and I's soccer coach for a few years in our early
teens during the summer town leagues in the park, one of those rare as
quick to praise as he was to criticize coaches.  He'd died during his
morning jog of a massive heart attack stemming from an undetected
congenital defect in the aortic valves.  Naturally, Ethan and Mrs. 
Lunsford had taken it hard but I'd never known until that moment that she
was still in mourning over him.  I saw a vulnerability about her I had
never noticed before, a forlornness that made her look almost childlike
despite the small lines at the corners of her eyes ~~ eyes that seemed
hollow somehow, haunted with shadows.

   Something alerted her to my presence and she jerked her head up, staring
at me in her silent surprise.  For a split-second, I saw a virulent hate
distorting her beautiful features, a seething hatred that loathed me down
to her very core, and then it was gone, so quick and fleeting that I
doubted it had ever been there.

   "Hello, Sebastian," she said wearily, trying to flash a smile that came
across as tired and weak.

   "Hello, Mrs.  L" I replied, my initial instinct to comfort her confused
by the unexpected emotion I had seen and so I instinctively fell back to
the safety of calling her name I had since I was six years old.  "Your
husband?" I said, gesturing to the photo, hating that it sounded so
obvious, so impotent.  There was no way, no way at all, I could be in the
same league as a woman like Mrs.  Lunsford.  Hell, she probably thought of
me as a kid practically, and with the immature way I talked and behaved
around her, I didn't blame her at all.

   She sighed heavily.  "He died two years ago last month." She looked up
at me, the well-worn sadness etched in her face.  "You remember him.  He
was so healthy, so athletic."

   Desperately wanting to console her but not sure how to, I sat down on
the couch next to her.  "Yeah, Mr.  L was really cool," I responded,
ashamed that all I could really think of was not of Mr.  Lunsford but his
sexy wife's sweet, alluring scent tugging at her, excitingly vibrant and
undeniably feminine, deepening that tendril of heat sweeping through my
loins.  I eased back into the cushions, very aware of her elegant shoulders
scant inches from my own.

   "Did you know that he had had a full physical at Dr.  Zoller's three
weeks before?" she asked.

   It was excruciating sitting there, every muscle in my body trembling
with the strain of controlling my lusty desires.  I didn't respond afraid
that if words came out the next moment would fine me saying was that all I
wanted to do was ease the pain in any way I could of the babealicious fox
who happened to be my best friend's mom.

   "I..." she started, the tears that had been welling up in her shimmery
eyes now trickling down her cheeks.  Suddenly, she placed her tiny hand in
mine.  The warmth of it, the slight quiver of trepidation, sent an
electrified pulse straight to my groin.  "I miss him so much."

   "Of course you do," I breathed, my heart breaking at the sight of her in
such emotional turmoil, embarrassed by my lack of maturity that I had to
will my unruly erection into submission at such an inappropriate moment. 
My heart thrilled that she trusted me to share such a private moment and I
fervently wished I knew what to do.

   "God, Sebastian," Mrs.  Lunsford said with a snuffling laugh.  "You must
think I'm an old fool, sitting here crying in front of you."

   I could feel my jaw clench painfully tight at her words.  Mrs.  Lunsford
was many things, an `old fool', not being one of them and it angered me to
see her treat herself so poorly.  "I don't think that at all," I murmured,
trying to keep my own emotions in check.  "I think you're a woman who loved
her husband very much."

   At my compassionate words, anguishing pain across her features and she
crumpled, sobbing.  My own heart agonized to see her in such misery and I
closed my arms about her protectively, catching her, steadying her.  She
leaned her forehead against my supporting shoulder, the unchecked tears
cascading down her cheeks wetting my shirt.  I held her lovingly tight and
tried my best to soothe her despondent agony, rubbing my hand over the flow
of her back in small, gentle circles.  "It's all right.  It's okay to cry.
I'm here.  I've got you..." Over and over, I breathed a soft, reassuring
whisper in her ear, tenderly loving words that seemed to come from my very
soul, as she sobbed inconsolably against my chest.

   Mrs.  Lunsford cried until her cathartic tears slowly ebbed, and in the
silence that followed I became achingly aware of her.  I couldn't help
thinking of her as an impossible fantasy come true, a dream strangely
awakened into flesh.  The unreality of her was, for a moment, overpowering,
but when I sensed her skittering heartbeat, the alluring warmth of her
voluptuous softness in my embracing arms, the exotically beguiling feminine
scent of her filling my nostrils, they were all real enough.

   From the moment I'd seen that silent sorrow in her eyes, I'd wanted to
be the one to chase it away, to fix what was broken inside her.  I looked
down to see her, soft and warm, wonderfully vulnerable, gazing soulfully up
at me, those shimmery orbs fringed by soft, tawny lashes, her luscious lips
parting as her breath came faster.  When she slid her arms around my neck,
provocatively pressing her luscious body against me, a raging heat flared
in my cock and it speared aggressively into her lavish curves.

   I was suddenly completely unable to move, the shock of her actually
being in my arms making my head dizzyingly reel while my whole paralyzed
body pounded with agonized sexual need.  My chest heaved, my knees felt
like water but every other fiber of my being seemed centered in the
rock-hard erection straining against her.  I had tried to avoid this but
every time I got close to her, the insatiable hunger inside me flared up
like a beacon, yearning to touch her, hold her...

   Go on, admit it.  Fuck her.

   Yes.  And there was no way ~~ no way at all ~~ she'd let me.  What did
I, a teenager, have to offer someone like her?  She wasn't some girl,
heedlessly eager to fall in love with any man who looked her way.  Mrs. 
Lunsford was a woman, with a woman's needs, a woman's desires...

   Mrs.  Lunsford's fluttering eyelids abruptly flew open and she gapingly
stared up at me through goggling eyes, horrified at what we'd almost done.
Her head tossed back like a startled mare, blood, hot and stinging, rising
to her face, crimsoning her cherubic cheeks, her formerly bright eyes
darkening with an expression I couldn't read, didn't want to read.

   "Oh no," she whispered, panting and mortified but seemingly determined
to apologize.  "Oh God, Sebastian.  I...I didn't mean..."

   Trying to scramble to her feet, she put one hand on the cushion to push
herself away, the other she shoved blindly downwards to brace herself ...
and grasped the thickened bulge of my fully-engorged cock under her slender
fingers!  I gasped as a shockwave of coruscating sensation flashed outwards
from her merest touch then froze, my entire body going painfully rigid
beneath her small hand.  She blushed in what I first assumed was abject
mortification but instead of recoiling in horror, jerking back as if she
had touched a white-hot iron, her fingers lingered decadently on the long,
thick ridge of my penis!

   The slow, seductive dance of our flirtatious courtship had long since
sent the blood roaring into my ears, the near-palpable tension sizzling
like an electric charge between Mrs.  Lunsford and me escalating until I
couldn't take it anymore ~~ I simply had to have her!  Not that I would
have dared to touch this refined and sophisticated lady if she hadn't
touched me first, but there was no mistaking the scorching desire sparkling
in her vivacious eyes, the decadent way her infinitely responsive body had
quivered oh so delicately against mine.

   Acting on pure instinct, I leapt to my feel, joining her, clamping my
hands around the small of her back to pull Mrs.  Lunsford against me, and
bent my head down to kiss her hot, hungry mouth.  `Damn, but she is sexy' I
thought faintly, a molten heat rushing over me as her hand at my crotch
rose to my shoulders to allow her to lean in, rolling her curvaceous hips
and soft tummy over my raging erection.  Warm, searching lip searched for
mine, and when she found my mouth, she whimpered into it.  The tender,
affectionate kiss didn't satisfy her for long because soon she was greedily
pressing her lips, plush yet demanding, to mine for a far more heated kiss,
her little tongue tapping at my teeth, insistently urging them apart in her
desire for ever more.

   Saliva flooded our enmeshed mouths as our slippery tongues entwined
together.  As if that were some unspoken signal only my heaving desire
understood, any last vestige of restraint vanished and I fisted my hand in
her dense hair before plunging my tongue deep to ravage her willing mouth
and rub teasingly along her kittenish tongue.

   Mewling like a horny cat, Mrs.  Lunsford knew exactly what she was doing
as she shamelessly sucked my tongue, arching into my plundering kiss,
running her free hand admiringly up my arm and across the swell of my
shoulder.  I had expected resistance, but the primal desire of this
sensuous woman made my head spin.  That deliquescent heat flowed deep and
pure in my loins, making my aching cock burn like an incinerating forest
fire.  Soon there was nothing in the entire world but that scrumptiously
sultry heat, the erotic feel of her silky body against mine, her serpentine
tongue tangled up in mine, my hands slowly gliding down the sleek slide of
her back to massagingly cup the pillowy globes of her sexy ass...

   At that moment, I felt as if the two of us were the only denizens in
some ethereal, otherworldly space, a shard of existence where all the laws
of reality had been suspended.  If we stopped to think, even for a moment,
it would fracture and then shatter like hand-blown glass.  Wordlessly, Mrs.
Lunsford slid her hand into my trousers, immediately discovering I had
neglected to put on any underwear.  The feel of her delicate fingers
threading through my pubic hair sparking my pulse to an erratic thumping
and throbbing the length of my achingly swollen penis, the flare of lust
making a fresh flow of precum spill wetly from the tip.  When her trembling
fingers actually touched my cock, a low, throaty noise, a sound I'd never
made before, more like a tiger's growl, rumbled through my chest.  God, how
I wished that nothing else could ever exist ever again except her
tentatively caressing my thick pulsing shaft, a timid touching that quickly
became a deliberate stroking along the entire length of my straining
erection.

   When Mrs.  Lunsford pushed her hand deeper, cupping her fingers
knowingly around the heavy fullness of my balls, I couldn't help but
shudder my elation.  She seemed endlessly fascinated by my testicles, the
way they gave slightly under her titillating touch, warm, taut skin sliding
back and forth as she lovingly caressed them.  I could feel the relative
sharpness of her manicured nails brushing against my scrotum, and the
wicked thought of her lightly scratching her claws against my swollen sac
sent a strange, exotic shiver rippling through me.  Not that I'd actually
want her to hurt me.  `It's just the closeness,' I thought woozily, `the
possibility, the danger...'

   I arched into her masturbatory touch, instinctually thrusting my
spearing cock against her seeking fingers.  When she turned her hand,
pressing her palm hard against my beefy penis, the resulting blissful
tingles made me unabashedly groan.  I retaliated by releasing her hair and
dropping my hand to her tapered waist.  Though my hands were trembling
slightly, I took my time lavishly stroking up her flank until I was
covering her bosom, strong fingers cupping each creamy-soft breast.  Her
wantonly beaded nipples beaded up to poke my massaging palm through the
diaphanous silk of her blouse.  She was openly panting when I broke off our
steamy kiss, her plush lips still pursed for more, and bent down to nuzzle
her sloping neck, deftly opening one of the pearl buttons of her shirt to
slide my hand within, trailing my fingers over the gauzy lace of her bra.

   When I closed my fingers over her pebbly nipples, thoroughly enjoying
their fleshy plumpness, pinching them lightly, I very nearly came in my
pants.  It seemed to have an almost as potent effect on Mrs.  Lunsford
because she suddenly started squirming, her knees buckling.  Controlling my
own near-crisis by sheer will I caught her as she slumped bonelessly
against the library wall, her back toward me.  When I dropped kisses to the
spot where her neck curved to her shoulder, her sweet acquiescing murmur
nearly buckled my own knees.  `Fuck she tastes good,' I thought dazedly as
I eased my hand back into her blouse, fingers squeezing and rubbing her
delectably chubby nipples, thrilling each one through the scratchy lace.

   By now need, hot and urgent, was thundering through me so when Mrs. 
Lunsford reached her hands around herself, I grabbed her slim wrists with
one hand and yanked them over her head, making her gasp as I pinioned her
against the wall.  As I pressed my jutting erection hard against her
cushiony ass, she pushed back against me, brazenly rubbing her rump against
the bulge tenting obscenely in my trousers.  I groaned at her audacity and,
still restraining her wrists with one hand, dropped my free hand to her
crescent-curved hips, pulling her even more tightly into my groin.  Then I
eased my free arm around her waist, tugged roughly at the restraining
button of her dress, unzipped the zipper, and pushed the unwanted garment
down to the floor.

   Mrs.  Lunsford abruptly froze and I joined her in her momentary
paralysis, achingly conscious of her pretty ass, naked but for the flimsy
panties she wore.  I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, gaping in admiration
and lechery at the gossamery fabric clinging to the fleshy folds of her
sex. I bit my lip and found myself unzipping my trousers, trying not to
think, hoping and praying Mrs.  Lunsford wouldn't chicken out and run from
the room.  I knew I sure as hell didn't want to.  I wanted to be inside
her, my cock buried deep in her sodden pussy, fucking with all my strength
into that silken soft, voluptuously smooth body.

   "I love this ass," I murmured reverentially as I exploringly trailed one
finger along the frilled edge of her Brazilian-cut panties, down over the
arched curve of her sexy rump.  I took one abundantly full globe in my hand
and began rhythmically squeezing it, my nerve endings sizzling from the
fulsomeness of its buoyant creaminess and Mrs.  Lunsford's salacious
moaning.  She had splayed her hands on the wall, noticeably trembling, her
breathing sounding very ragged, her eager submissiveness making my naked
cock pulse with need.  I had begun stroking my lust-inflated manhood, the
luscious sensations combined with noticing a moist darkening on her panties
taunting me, wanting to both give and receive a more heated caress.

   When I pulled aside the satin gusset of her panties, not even bothering
to peel them off, she waggled her fantastic as at me, flaunting the puffy
lips of her sex that were now in plain view, adorned by arrestingly dense
pubes.  I reached down to slide my fingers over her inner thigh before
`accidentally' brushing up against her steamy pussy.  She flinched and made
a move to escape so I pinned her to the wall with my hips, still trapping
her hands in my firm but gentle grip.

   "Let go," Mrs.  Lunsford demanded with a grunt, punctuating her haughty
command with an insistent shove backward.

   Acquiescing to her wishes, I instantly released her hands but breathed
in a sultry whisper in her ear, playfully tugging on the classy
turquoise-and-silver earring she wore.  "I'm not going to hurt you, honey,
I just gotta touch you.  Gotta touch your wet pussy."

   She stopped struggling so I ran my calloused finger between her slick
folds.  I was astonished to not only find her impossibly drenched but that
her cunny was clenching, squeezing and leaking over the lightest
feathering. "Jesus," I breathed in awe, pushing a finger into her gooey
juiciness.  "You're so hot, baby.  So wet." She moaned like a gutter cat in
heat, arching her back, pressing my finger deeper inside her.  I had my
other hand clamped on her hip to guide her or reassure her as the situation
warranted, but I needed hardly any of the latter, being as her breath was
hitching and, using the wall she was heavily leaning upon for leverage, she
unabashedly rolled her callipygian ass back towards me.  When I began
slowly pumping my finger in and out of her succulent pussy, savoring the
velvety smoothness of her tender inner flesh, she began writhing her entire
lower torso in her voracious need.

   Reaching upwards to that secret place where her plump creases melded
together, I found the slick pearl of her clitoris.  Taking it between my
finger and thumb, I rolled it, mirroring my previous actions with her
nipples.  She immediately thrust into my hand, silently begging me to
thrill her pussy.  I complied with her wishes, driving two fingers into her
slick channel while pressing my thumb into her clit with cadenced pulses.
Her muffled panting started soaring into squeals of delight, making me
rejoice in giving her such unfettered pleasure.  When I sharply pinched
over the pebbled tip of her clitty hard on a roll, a mewling cry erupted
from her lips and her hips thrust hard into my hand as a series of
spasmodic convulsions started wracking her body, betraying the deliquescent
bliss surging through her.  I was astonished, feeling a fresh flow of
honeyed wetness spilling from within as her cunny wetly sucked on my
fingers.  My own hips jerked in sympathetic response and I inwardly
rejoiced at viewing for the first time the beautiful miracle of a woman's
orgasm.

   I waited for the tremors to diminish into tiny shivers before I withdrew
my soothingly stroking hand.  I was astonished to hear Mrs.  Lunsford
whimper hungrily, despite the resplendent orgasm, her carnal appetites far
from satiated.  I chuckled softly beside her ear at her gluttonous cravings
while I brought my fingers up to my nostrils to breathe in her spicy aroma,
its peppery exoticness making me inhale sharply.  Unable to resist, I
placed those nectar drenched fingers in my mouth and sucked her essence
off, her vibrantly exciting flavor tastier than the sweetest honey and it
made me moan.  "Mmmm, your pussy tastes so good!"

   Mrs.  Lunsford mewled like a hungry alley cat when, clutching the trunk
of my jutting cock, I lined up my protruding cock and with her sex and
nudged the bulbous dome in amongst her densely-furred labia.  When she
shoved her hips back, I had to grab at them desperately, holding her still.
Simply the sight of her willingly bent over before me, her back arched, her
hands splayed on the wall as if bracing herself, was almost too much for my
self-control.  Her rounded ass was every bit as gorgeous as it had seemed
beneath her clothes ~~ sumptuously full and exquisitely curved, jiggling
slightly at her every saucy wiggle and cavorting.  The laced edge of her
satin panties, tugged tight where I'd roughly yanked them aside, bit
slightly into that soft, voluptuous flesh.  At that moment I couldn't
understand why the girls in highschool all were so desperate to look as if
they'd melted every ounce of fat off their bodies.  Mrs.  Lunsford, with
her plush ass and warm, squeezable breasts, aroused me in a way I'd never
felt before, never even imagined.

   "Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, baby" I breathed in my
admiration and awe, then the one problem I had smacked me dead in the face.
Still holding the blunted tip of my glans firmly against her dripping
entrance, I bent low over my lady, her arched back warm against my stomach,
the back of her neck smoother than silk as I huskily panted in her cute
ear. "God.  Oh God, Mrs.  Lunsford.  I want to be in you so bad.  I
don't...I don't have any condoms.  Tell me to stop, Mrs.  Lunsford.  Tell
me to stop."

   Mrs.  Lunsford responded by sliding one hand down between her spread
thighs, wrapping her cool, slim fingers around the hot thickness of my
penis and urged me into her pussy.  My breath coming in ragged gasps, I
used my fingers, still splitting the cushiony globes of her ass, as
leverage as I thrust up inside her hard enough to lift her to her toes. 
God, she felt amazingly good!  Steamy hot and gooey wet and incredibly
tight, her demure channel struggling to adjust to my size, a velvet-draped
fist clamped around my thickened shaft, immersing me in the liquid furnace
of her sex.  The further I sank in, the more my sensitive cock bucked like
a wild bronco and my balls treacherously clenched, already precariously
close to the edge so, trying to distract myself, I nipped the back of her
neck, loving the downy hairs I found there almost as much as the way she
panted and wiggled.

   "It hurts," she whimpered.

   "I'm sorry, honey.  I should have prepared you better."

   She laughed, a melodious sound that thrilled me to the soul.  "I was
plenty prepared.  I'm dripping," she breathed, her voice low and throaty.
She accentuated her meaning by sassily wiggling her hips, an impossibly
sexy motion that made me grit my teeth to stave off the tumultuous orgasm
threatening to overwhelm me before I'd even begun making love to her.  "Can
you bite me again?"

   I barely heard her tentative question spoken in a tiny, little girl
voice.  But I did it, catching her shoulder in an open mouthed bite, sharp
enough to make her hiss her debauched pleasure, then I playfully spanked
her ass.  I loved the way her pinkened cheeks jiggled my swaying balls so I
did it again.

   "I could get used to that." She whispered, swishing her nipples on the
door.

   Did Mrs.  Lunsford have any idea how incredible she was?  I'd never
imagined such a refined and classy older woman like her to be such an
adventurously uninhibited lover but I'd wanted her nonetheless.  In fact, I
could hardly believe this was happening.  Despite the fact that I was still
enjoying occasional afternoons with Ethan and that I'd been masturbating to
decadently erotic fantasies of her, twice and sometimes three times a day,
I was still so perilously close to coming I wasn't sure I could contain it.


   Outside, the gusting wind whistled and a torrent of raindrops spattered
against the windowpane, hard and heavy.  The air was thick with a simmering
tension that echoed the bubbling need inside my loin, a molten heat that
threatened to erupt.  I groaned at my delectable conundrum, gritting my
teeth, waiting for the seething urgency in my balls to back off.  Mrs. 
Lunsford wasn't helping my shaky situation, her pussy gripping me in
luscious rippling motions, giving my pink-engulfed cock a practiced
squeeze. My balls pulsed in response, sending an inflammatory flare of
ferocious heat sweeping through my jutting shaft.

   Knowing that my ascent to orgasm was inevitable, I spread her ass cheeks
nice and wide as I slowly withdrew, staring down at the thrill-inducing
sight of my honey-lubricated shaft gliding between her slick, hairy labia.
She moaned her lascivious delight, tilting her back farther, opening every
morsel of tasty pink wetness to my view.  Sliding my hips all the way back,
I paused for a second and gazed down at my fully engorged cock, now
sheening with her sopping juices, the mushroomy glans splaying open her
pouty vulva flanking her hot, tight opening.  Then, flexing my ass, I
pushed myself inward in one smooth, deep stroke.

   No matter my hazardously-close situation, no matter that I was a virgin,
my first time being with the woman who had haunted my wet dreams for years,
I was determined to outlast Mrs.  Lunsford.  Circling my hands from the
swell of her hip to the front of her body, diving down low between her
bawdily open legs, I caught her by her sleek inner thighs.  My hold was up
high so it automatically split her pussy open with a wet squelch, opening
it to the air.  I glided my finger along the swollen nub of her vulnerably
exposed clitoris, hearing her breathing deepen and become erratic as I
caressed it.  As I slowly thrust into her cunny, I increased the pressure
slightly until both index fingers were coasting over her clit in small,
tight circles on every plunge.  She squealed out loud, an eager sound
spilling from her throat.

   "Oh my God!," Mrs.  Lunsford cried out, tossing her head back like a
wild mare, her shimmery auburn mane gliding across her shoulder blades. 
Reaching up, I captured a handful in my grasp, wrapping the around my
fingers as my other hand carefully kneaded her tender clit.  Yes ~~ yes,
she really liked that!  I could tell by the way she tugged lightly against
my restricting grasp, pulling her head forward just enough so she could
feel me holding her.  I tightened my restraining grip, tugging her ponytail
lightly, and was rewarded by a deep, hungry moan that very nearly sent me
spiraling over the edge.

   In truth, this wasn't the way I'd imagined it at all.  My fantasies of
my first time making love with Mrs.  Lunsford had been far more tender,
more romantic.  Long, heartfelt talks followed by gentle kissing, a slow,
almost hesitant exploratory foreplay filled with blushes and shy glances at
one another... in a word, lovemaking.  This was something completely
different.  Primitive.  Raw.  Primal.  Fucking.  I rubbed harder, playing
my strumming fingers over her swollen, hard clit as I reared back, sending
my big cock sledging into her juice-dripping cunny, bottoming her out.  Her
ass bobbled with the force of my ramming stroke and she moaned again, the
wordless sound higher now, taut with urgency.  Her greedy pussy clutched
me, sluttishly squeezing my penis as I pulled back out of her, sending a
shockwave of searing lust straight to my balls.  I growled, seeing crimson
flashes of vivid euphoria before my wondering eyes, and I rolled my hips
forward, burying myself so deep inside her creamy sex I wasn't sure where
my flesh ended and hers began.

   The all-consuming need inside me grew tighter, tighter still, spiraling
upwards with every thrust of my cock into Mrs.  Lunsford's silky, steamy
pussy.  I was hammering into her so fiercely that it almost hurt, but it
was what I wanted and what I sensed she needed, judging by her incessant
whimpers, sounding from high in her throat, and the way she lustily threw
her wriggling ass back at me, meeting me stroke for jamming stroke, driving
me in as deep as I possibly could go.  Some internal defense mechanism
crumbled under the crushing pressure of my violent lust, blotting out
everything else, hissing loud in my ears.  I threw my head back as I
aggressively plunged into her again and again and again, fucking her with
all the ravishing force I could summon, her unrestrained cries urging me
ever onwards.

   Mrs.  Lunsford was so creamily soft, so steamy hot, her sweet pussy
joyfully squeezing about me as hard and as rough as I hammered into her
with wild abandon, the succulent crush of her sex stealing my breath and
making me want to scream with wild delight.  I loved the dizzyingly
sensuous feel of filling her, splitting her open, almost as much as I loved
the way she strained back at me, her insatiable pussy swallowing my
rampaging manhood whole.  Her former gasps melted away into high-pitched
moans of joy, growing in volume and intensity with both the resounding
smacks of her scrumptious ass against my pistoning groin and the wet slap
of her delicious pussy hitting the base of my pounding cock.  Syrupy
moisture slurped over me, the lasciviously sloppy sound of her free-flowing
juices, her tangible arousal at what I was doing to her, shot like a
lightning strike straight to my balls.

   `God Damn, I'm going to come!' I thought woozily, my heart jackhammering
in my chest, feeling the rapturous sensations crescendoing, fiery darts of
cauterizing pleasure shearing through the fine string of my concentration,
shattering my self-control.  Wiggling my fingers between our bodies
undulating together in a primal dance, I caught her clitoris, rubbing my
fingers hard, plucking at the swollen nub, squeezing it.  She immediately
screamed, wailing over and over as she slammed backwards in a crazed frenzy
to take my full thick length, shuddering mightily as she reveled in the
long, rapacious paroxysms.  I was beginning to think she didn't have any
other kind, which was fine by me, lost as I was in her girlcum-innundated
pussy clenching around my engulfed cock, drawing, pulling, sucking me with
a lubricious intensity that made my eyes roll back and my
pleasure-submerged brain stall.

   Knowing Mrs.  Lunsford had reached her dazzling climax, I grabbed her
still-shimmying ass in both hands, spread it wide, and ramrodded my
fire-scorched cock deep into her convulsing passage.  My orgasm splintered
in a thousand glittery shards of scintillating ecstasy and an exultant
shout ripped from my heaving chest as I began to spasm, shooting my come
deep inside her.  The riotous blisses continued violating my reeling
senses, hot and searing and endless, inciting me to continue mindlessly
thrusting through wave after wave of creamy spurts erupting from my bucking
shaft into her sweet depths.  My fatigued heart strained like it would
rupture, the thrills surging through my veins now as caustic as acid, but I
continued to pound in, out, in, out, as her inner muscles gripped me
possessively, milking me of every drop until I was empty.

   Wheezing heavily, my entire body still trembling with the aftershocks of
the cataclysmic orgasm I had just enjoyed, I slumped forward, taking relief
in Mrs.  Lunsford's silken smoothness.  I felt utterly exhausted, wrung
out. As fun as my voyeuristic masturbation sessions had been, as wickedly
thrilling as my afternoons with Ethan had been, I'd never had a sexual
encounter as breathtaking as that.  Not ever.

   I felt Mrs.  Lunsford stiffen under me, heard her panting deepening, and
took comfort in her.  I was still buried deep in her warm body, my
deflating cock slowly softening among her nurturing softness.  It was so
easy for me to envision her, her classically beautiful face lax and flushed
with the euphoric aftereffects of orgasm, her lustrous auburn hair darkened
with gentle perspiration, those adorable bangs hanging in her eyes...

   Suddenly I realized the tremors rippling through her were the shaking of
crying and the sounds I heard were sobs, so raw and emotion-filled that for
a moment I thought her heart was breaking.  "Mrs.  Lunsford," I whispered
in my genuine concern, tenderly touching her hitching shoulders, terrified
that I had hurt her in some way.  "Are you alright?"

   She didn't speak, shaking her head no.

   "Mrs.  Lunsford," I asked again, trying to reassure her by stroking the
long curve of her back, bewildered by this outpouring.  "What's wrong?"

   With a violent jerk, Mrs.  Lunsford yanked away from me and whirled
around, an accusatory look in her eyes.  A gush of our comingled juices
spilled out of her and she looked down at the slippery fluids easing down
her thighs with contemptuous distaste.  Then she looked up at me, that
contempt aimed at me, tumultuous emotions flashing in her eyes, her lips
twisting in a feral snarl as she glared at me.  "Nothing's wrong," she
hissed icily, unconcealed repugnance contorting her every spitted word. 
"You got what you wanted, Sebastian.  Now get out."

   "What?" I was flabbergasted, could not understand for the life of me
what this was.  "Mrs.  Lunsford ~~"

   "I said GET THE FUCK OUT!" She screamed the words, virulent hate pouring
out at me.  The sheer malevolence she threw at me at this, the most
beautiful moment of my life, was like a vicious punch to the groin and I
literally staggered, feeling sick.  She took the opportunity to thrust past
me, running from the room, tugging at her dress as she stumbled up the
stairs.

   For a long time I stared up the stairs, wondering in my indecision
whether I should go after her, try to make her explain what this was all
about.  But I knew I didn't understand girls, much less grown-up women, and
her utter rejection of me made me feel nauseous and hollowed out.  I'd read
before about guys being discarded by their girlfriends, the feeling
described as her having reached into their chests and ripped out their
heart.  I now knew all too well, what they meant, a vicious emotional pain
so excruciating it bordered on physical agony.

   In my despair, I gave up, shamefully picking up my clothes, ineptly
trying to wipe myself off before tugging on my trousers and slinking out of
the Lunsford's front door, tucking my tail between my legs and running. 
The rain was coming down in blinding sheets and I stumbled over the slick
pavement, crashing to the ground.  With a savage curse I pulled myself up
and made my way to my car, strangely thankful for my fall because the
smarting bruises distracted me from the harrowing pain laying waste to my
soul.

   Eternally grateful that my parents weren't home, I staggered up to the
bathroom and slumped into the wall, trying to fight back the tears that
were streaming down my cheeks as I fumbled for the shower, peeled off my
clothes and stood under the cleansing spray.

   As I stood beneath the pounding spray, the water washing everything
away, it occurred to me for the first time that Mrs.  Lunsfords emotional
outburst was all about guilt.  The way she had been looking at the picture
of her husband showed she was still trying to deal with a profound grief
that had probably been consuming for the two years since her husband had
died.  But she was also a very sexual woman, evidenced by the adult
materials she stashed under her bed and the impassioned masturbation I had
had the privilege to secretly witness.  I also knew from what Ethan had
said that she hadn't dated since her husband's death and I might very well
have been the first man she'd had sexual impulses for.

   The lusty desire and fierce passion the two of us had experienced this
afternoon had been raw and all-consuming, a burning lust that had
undoubtedly terrified her as much as it had me.  When the fires had burned
down, the realization that she had just slept with a man outside of her
marriage for the first time in, what, twenty years, had probably filled her
with overwhelming guilt and shame.  What would her husband have thought of
her having sex with a teenager not even half her age?

   What Mrs.  Lunsford didn't grasp was that by fucking me, she didn't
betray her husband.  He was dead.

   I don't know how long I had been in that shower but I gradually realized
my skin had grown wrinkly and waterlogged all over.  When I stepped out of
the stall, outside everything had fallen silent, as if the world had drawn
in a breath and was waiting to let it out.  Drying myself, I stopped short
as my reflection caught her eye.  I turned to the mirror, staring at my
wan, ashen face.

   This was not my fault.  I had nothing but the best of intentions towards
Mrs.  Lunsford and she had screamed her deep-seated hang-ups at me.  I
hadn't done anything wrong.  In fact, it was I who, when realizing I didn't
have a condom, had pleaded with her.  Tell me to stop, Mrs.  Lunsford. 
Tell me to stop.  She hadn't.  Not only that, she'd grabbed my cock and
practically forced it inside her.  And then she'd blamed me.

   Climbing into bed, I lay staring at the ceiling, listening as heavy
drops of rain pattered on the roof, each one loud and distinct.  There was
a hush, then a second spate of raindrops, and then with a roar the rain
came down, hard and steady, drumming on the roof.  I snuggled deeper into
my blankets, thinking I would forgive her in a heartbeat but would I ever
get a chance to?  Was she irreparably damaged by her extended mourning? 
Was the difference in our ages, the innate difficulty in redeveloping a
relationship of 15 years into something more intimate, too much to
overcome?

   Or was her denunciation of me permanent, an utter rejection of me and
everything I was?

   Turning my head into the pillow, I sobbed.  Sobbed until the night faded
away around me and I slid into an exhausted sleep.

   Love Thy Neighbor Chapter 5 of 14 (?)

   The latest episode in the saga of a Catholic High School Senior, his
best friend, and his best friend's sexy mom.  In the last chapter Sebastian
and Mrs Lunsford found themselves caught up in a flashfire of desire and
lust, the flames burning hot but quickly, the widowed Mrs Lunsford
rejecting him.  Now, reeling from his heartbreak, Sebastian finds himself
alone with this sexy cougar on a sultry night.  Written in my trademark
purplish prose, tumultuous emotions and heartfelt desires are swirl hot and
heavy.

   Story Codes MF Older Woman/Younger man, romantic.  Approx 14,000 words

   Thoughts, comments, criticisms, whatever - ShadesOfExtasy@Hotmail.com.

   Chapter Five

   I didn't go over to the Lunsford's house for the next several days,
Ethan and I not seeing much of each other outside of swim practice because
he seemed to be spending most of his time with Erica.  That was fine by me,
giving me a chance to mull over my decidedly mixed feelings for his mother.
The grey depression I'd first felt was slowly being replaced by a
slow-burning righteous anger.  She had been completely in the wrong, her
actions near inexcusable.  Worse yet, she still seemed to think of me as an
immature child and not her equal in any way that mattered.  If and when I
had the chance, I was determined to set a few things straight.

   And so it happened that on the Friday following, with my parents and the
Tridents out of town on an extended road trip, when Ethan invited me over
to watch the doubleheader, I gladly accepted.

   When Mrs Lunsford walked through the hallway on her way towards the
kitchen, she stopped in stunned surprise to see me sitting on the couch
watching the television.  I had carefully coordinated this moment, steered
an unsuspecting Ethan to sit in the chair that allowed him to see the tv
but not his mother in the corridor.  I was determined to be emotionally
distant and expressively cold but my heart panged in my chest when I saw
her.  She was dressed in a haute couture evening cocktail dress, the
shimmery fabric sleek and beautifully swathed over her every flowing curve
and dimpling hollow of her sensual body.  I'd seen her before in her
business attire, casual clothes, but nothing nearly this posh and elegant.
But despite her high-fashion outfit and her chic upswept hair, I saw her
usual radiant beauty looking pale and wan, her usually sparkling eyes
hollow with what looked like exhaustion.

   A twinge of emotion flashed in her face and she tossed a lock of hair
over her face, an instinctual reaction that I somehow simply knew was a
recall to her younger days, a defensive reaction action when she felt
bashful when she was a little girl.

   `Kind of like the way she views me, as some kind of child,' I
immediately fumed, knowing it was immature.  Not caring.

   "Hello, Sebastian," whispered tentatively in that smoky alto, hesitantly
taking a few halfsteps towards me.  It was the first time I had seen this
usually proud, self-confident woman looking so timid.  `Good, she deserves
it.'

   "Mrs Lunsford," I replied frostily, cruelly emphasizing her married name
to try to hide the fact her delicious perfume was making me dizzy, melding
perfectly with her subtle natural feminine fragrance, the one I'd come to
know so well yesterday, the erotic scent that immediately brought a renewed
tendril of sweet heat stealing through my loins.

   Ethan turned at our conversation, his head doing a comedic doubletake
when he saw his mother all dressed up for a night on the town.  "Whoa,
where are you going?" He exclaimed, his eyes wide, then he whistled
appreciatively.  "And in your Alessandro Airio too!"

   Mrs Lunsford looked at me wistfully, then quickly looked away, that
strange mélange of emotions on her face.  She approached me and I was
bewildered, thinking would she actually want to have it out here?  Now?  In
front of her son?  But instead she reached for a silk scarf that was draped
over the chair next to mine.  When her hand (accidentally?) gently brushed
my shoulder, I shivered on the inside.

   "Thanks." She wrapped the scarf around his neck.  "Ethan, I'm going
out."

   "Yeah, I gathered that," he replied, still staring.  "But where?"

   She cleared her throat, shifting from foot to foot.  "I'm going to a
corporate function at La Palais Noir.  Andy MacNamara from the office will
be picking me up and taking me home."

   "Wow.  You're going out on a date" Ethan raised his eyebrows
approvingly. " It's about damn time."

   I thought Mrs Lunsford was going to laugh it off, but when she flushed
and muttered something unintelligible, I was shocked at the angry spurt of
resentful jealousy that lanced through me, so strong it made my head reel
and my heart thud sickeningly in my throat.

   "You boys be good, now" she said, abruptly in control again, the knowing
look she threw at me, laden with hidden meanings I could only guess at,
throwing me off balance.  I swallowed hard and meekly dropped my eyes to
the floor.

   "So who is this Andy MacNamara?" Ethan asked curiously, cocking his head
at her.

   "He works in legal," she explained, needlessly straightening the
shoulders of her dress and glancing at me with eyes that seemed stormy with
inner tumult.  My stomach was clenched and aching from a different kind of
furor.  "You may have met him at last year's Christmas Party at the Palazzo
Hotel.  I honestly don't remember."

   "And how long have you known him?" Ethan pressed on, twisting the dagger
in my open wound.  Why was it when I was supposed to be furious at Mrs
Lunsford did she seem to be able to slice me open with such ease?

   "Long enough." She fished her keys out of her clutch and I could help
those slender fingers were white-knuckled on her designer purse.  "No third
degrees, alright?

   "Well, you have fun, Mrs.  Lunsford," I said, my tone of voice downright
chilly but I knew my heart was in my eyes.  That certain something moved
over her angelic face when she looked at me, something deeply pained.  It
made me want to jump out of my seat and voice my frustrated rage over the
deeply fucked situation but I suspected if I opened my mouth to say another
word I would start to cry.

   She looked back towards her son and I was amazed at how she had steeled
herself, a survival mechanism she had honed to help her thrive in the
cutthroat world of corporate America.  "I won't be too late.  You boys be
good." She said it again, with an emphasis on good.  "I mean it."

   "We will," Ethan assured her.  "We've got baseball, a couple of bags of
Chipsy's potato chips and the case of beer I hid in the closet that will be
sitting on this table fifteen seconds after you walk out the door ~~ we're
set for the night."

   She laughed, reaching over and fondly brushing Ethan's hair out of his
eyes.  "You two are something else."

   "Well how about that," Ethan said as the front door closed behind him.
"My mother, out on a date.  Do you believe it?"

   "She's still a woman." I watched my hand tremble slightly when I began
to reach for the chips, deciding their salty goodness wasn't worth the
risk. "I guess she misses...men..."

   Ethan nodded his agreement, flipping channels when an ad for Chexx
Credit Cards - `we take the waiting out of wanting,' came on, looking for
something to catch his interest.  "It's been two years, already... I guess
it's about time."

   I was very pleased when he decided to stop talking about his mother
going out on a date, and while we went through the motions of watching the
Tridents split the doubleheader with the Windjammers, and eating Chipsys
and getting crumbs all over the imported Italian leather couch, we were
both preternaturally quiet, both of our thoughts elsewhere.

   It wasn't until I was dressed in my pajamas and tucked into the sleeping
bag on the floor and Ethan had turned out the light that one of us
mentioned it again.  "I wish my dad was here." My best friend breathed, his
voice wavery with unshed tears.  "But I guess this is how life goes on,"

   Hearing his heart breaking, I slipped out of my sleeping bag and crept
up into the bed, lying next to him.  I couldn't imagine losing my father ~~
I couldn't for a minute know what it must feel like.  I just knew I wanted
to comfort him.

   He snuffled and pulled my arm over him as he turned toward the wall,
silently urging me to snuggle in behind him.  We fell asleep spooning, him
first ~~ his rhythmic breathing slowly transforming from those soft little
hitches to a deep, even cadence ~~ and though I thought I wouldn't be able
to sleep, troubled as I was by the disturbing events revolving around me
and Mrs Lunsford, I drifted off to the rise and fall of my best friend's
strong back against my chest.

   * * * * *

   I woke later that night, a tight, burning ball in the pit of my stomach
from my disquieting dreams.  Ethan was sleeping soundly, looking adorably
boyish, even though he was snoring a little, and I slipped my arm out from
under his and eased off the bed, needing to take a piss.  I didn't know
what time it was, but I stumbled to the bathroom, still half-asleep.  It
was when I was washing up afterwards that I decided I need something to
drink, and that while water would suffice, a glass of frosty milk would hit
the spot.

   Padding barefoot through the house, I made my way to the kitchen, opened
the refrigerator door and found a gallon of 1%, not the skim that I
preferred but it would do in ...

   "Sebastian?"

   Startled I whirled around and saw Mrs Lunsford standing in the archway.
`Damn, she looks so good in that dress!' The thought invaded my mind before
I had a chance to remember that I was still pissed off at her.

   "Sebastian," she repeated, drawing her slim shoulders back and taking a
deep breath.  "We have to talk."

   `Just like a mother speaks to a child,' I thought bitterly, the coldness
inside me deepening.  I shrugged, turning my attention back to the milk. 
"So talk."

   "I... Sebastian, I am so sorry about last night.  I mean, I had no right
to scream at you like that.  I was just ~~"

   "You were just feeling guilty because you felt like you'd cheated on
your dead husband." I declared, by tone of voice intentionally flat.

   The way Mrs Lunsford stared at me would have been hilarious had it not
been so typical of her condescension towards me.  "How ... how do you know
that?"

   I don't think I ever felt as much scorn towards anyone in my life as I
did right then, staring witheringly at this woman I had adored from afar
for years.  "You really don't think much of me, do you?  Just a boy to
you." I went back towards the cupboards, looking for a glass.  "Gotta be
honest with you.  It didn't take a lot to figure that out."

   "Sebastian, I..." Her voice trailed off and I could feel her defenses
rising.  That was it.  Over before it even started.

   I turned to see Mrs Lunsford slumped, but I felt no pride, just a dull,
hollow feeling as she began retreating into the well-worn professional
widow shell she'd built up over the years.  "You're right."

   "No shit," I muttered, shutting out whatever shallow platitudes she
might say.  She could withdraw to her idealized memories of her husband,
pretend that that night had never happened, delude herself into thinking I
was just a horny teenager who had predatorily seized upon her moment of
weakness.  It killed me on the inside but I would not stop her from making
her choice.

   When I turned towards Mrs Lunsford, I found her flushed, biting her
lower lip, tears shimmering in her eyes.  "It was a mistake, all right?  I
was wrong.  I admit it.  I didn't mean to... Oh hell." I didn't answer. 
What was there to say?  "Sebastian, I swear, I never meant to hurt you."
Was that guilt in her voice?  Had I reached her?  She certainly had reached
me, touching on the sullen anger that had been simmering in me for days. 
Turning quickly, I saw her striding from the arch ~~ but my voice, hard and
biting, stopped her in her tracks.  "What are you apologizing for?" She
turned back to find me watching her, her eyes emotion.  "After all, I got
what I wanted, right?  Right, Mrs Lunsford?"

   "I..." Shame washed over her delicate features.  "Sebastian, I'm so
sorry."

   I laughed, a short, hard bark, the maelstrom of emotions that I'd been
suffering through and wrestling over the past week swirling through me as I
marched up to face her.  "Yeah, well, you know what?  Sorry's just not good
enough."

   Mrs Lunsford hung her head, spilling her lustrous hair in that childish
gesture that somehow tore right through me.  I found myself standing over
her, my body quivering with the intensity of what I was feeling.  She
trembled before me barely suppressed emotion and, yes, damn it, I found her
newfound submissiveness terribly arousing.  "I want to hear you say it, Mrs
Lunsford."

   "Say what?" Her voice was faint, timid.

   "Say that you wanted it.  I'm not letting you put that burden on me."

   She stared up at me, stupefaction playing across her face, her mouth
gaping open ~~ but no sound came out.  Not until I grabbed her arms, making
her shriek.

   "Say it, Mrs Lunsford!" My chest was heaving, my heartbeat thunderous,
making the blood ringing in my ears.

   "I...I wanted it," she said shakily.  Then she stopped, cheeks blazing
with the realization, then, with renewed conviction, she stepped towards me
and proudly looked up into my face, allowing me to see the turbulent
emotions billowing like thunderclouds in her soul ~~ the long-denied
longing, the exhilarated excitement, the forbidden lust.  "I wanted it."

   I stared back at her, my nostrils flaring.  Then with a harsh, anguished
cry, I dragged her against me, taking her mouth, crushing my lips to her,
feeling her radiant heat, kissing her with an urgency that left her
breathless.  Her eyes floated close and she buried her grasping hands in my
hair as she kissed me back with a deep-seated hunger.  I groaned, the sound
vibrating inside our melded mouths, and released her from the torrid kiss
long enough to drag my tee shirt over his head and reach around to unzip
her dress, quickly peeling the multi-thousand dollar dress off her upper
torso.  When it wreathed about the swell of her hips, I dropped my hands
fingers brushing the swell of her plump mons as I eased the garment down.
Lifting her feet awkwardly, Mrs Lunsford stepped out of the discarded dress
now pooling forgotten on the kitchen floor, standing before me in nothing
but her bra and panties and a pair of fuck-me pumps.

   My breathing quickened, rasping in and out of my heaving chest as I
stood there, devouring her sexy body with my rapcious eyes.  God, she was
so beautiful and desirable, buttery smooth and deliciously curvy and
vulnerably soft, that sensuous combination only a woman of her matured
ripeness possesses!  The bra she wore, strapless and shelf-designed,
flaunted the creamy fullness of her plump breasts and I trembled as I
witnessed her nipples plumpening out the taut fabric under my hot, hungry
gaze.  Her matching panties, made of the same sheer, delicate lace seemed
designed to reveal everything but conceal that which I most desired, but
right now, the girlish pink had darkened to a rich crimson, the moistened
fabric clinging to the contours of her hidden sex from her shameless
longing for me.  Whether it was right or wrong, she wanted me and I wanted
her ~~ wanted her with a fiery intensity that astounded even me.  My
restless cock surged, longing to be inside her clenching pussy, wanting to
simply take her, on the kitchen floor, without questions, without
hesitation...

   "Oh no, Mrs Lunsford." I chuckled as much to myself as to her,
intentionally stepping back.  "I'm not making it that easy on you.  This
time, you're going to have to show me you want it." Holding her gaze, I
took her hand in mine, leading it to the thickened bulge tenting in my
pajamas.

   Her eyes went dreamy as she exploratorily worked her hand over the
length of my turgid manhood, caressing the straining organ, tracing the
silhouetted outline of my aching erection through the cottony fabric of my
bottoms with her impish fingers.  I groaned softly at her inflammatory
touch, feeling as if I could explode at any moment, and when she noticed
the circle of precum seeping through the leg, she reached eagerly for the
restraining button, undoing it deftly.  Her impatience was palpable as she
yanked down my pajamas, gasping aloud because I had gone commando.  Freed
of its bonds, my painfully erect penis sprang free and shot up as straight
and rigid as a telephone pole, the thick, shiny head so engorged it was
flushed nearly purple.  She simply gaped her lewd excitement for several
moments before her lips turned upwards in a greedy smile, her breath coming
in shuddery pants, and I couldn't help but notice a fresh spurt of wetness
soaking through her panties.

   Watching Mrs Lunsford from under heavy lids, I intently followed her
every movement as she dropped to the floor, tugging my pajama bottoms down
off my bare feet before went to her knees and kneeled at eye level with my
brashly spearing erection.  It occurred to me that she'd never actually
gotten to see my cock last night but now she studied it with wide-eyed
wonder, full of delight, as if she were a child being offered some
wonderfully unthinkable and unhoped-for treat.  Those emerald globes went
even brighter when she began tentatively trailing her slender fingers up
and down my prodigious length, just brushing her fingertips over the glossy
flesh of my tumescent penis.  She even let her silky tresses lightly drape
across my crotch, which had me squirming restlessly.  Soon though, with all
the agility and grace of a concert pianist, she was skillfully playing an
intricate tune on my tumid organ, her lacquered fingernails dancing on the
taut flesh.

   "Ah, God," was all I could manage when her palm wrapped around my meaty
shaft, enjoying its hefty thickness and tempered-steel solidity.  But for
all the virility my manhood boasted, the feel of her feminine hand
tentatively touching me alone was enough to set my head spinning
vertiginously.  But in truth, it wasn't just her sensory-rousing touch; it
was the image she presented: shy, worshipful, excited, sexual ~~ a
veritable incarnation of all the fantasies I had ever had about Mrs
Lunsford, my perfect woman.  So when she began malthusianistically gliding
her fist up and down, my hips began bucking uncontrollably, humping her
hot, tight fist.

   "Oh, I love this.  I love your cock, Sebastian." she breathily purred,
her adoration of my penis inspiring more than a thousand symphonies within
me.  She decelerated her pumping into a light caressing up and down the
trunk, thumb tracing over the distended veins.  She took her time in
stroking me slowly with exquisitely light brushing motions, testing its
rigidity, enticing me.  Devoting special attention to the plumpened crown,
she brought me to a state of mind approaching delirium at her uninhibited
sensuality.  She seemed to savor my masculine hardness, as if it were some
gift I had given her, a plaything to excite and thrill.  "I want to taste
you, baby.  I want to kiss you.  I want to feel you in my mouth.  Can I?"

   Once again my hips rose involuntarily, not only at the dizzyingly erotic
sensations her masturbation of me was instigating but the mere thought of
her sexy mouth touching my needy cock.  "You don't have to," I managed,
terrified that my voice would break like I was still in puberty.  Who the
fuck was I kidding?  I'd been dreaming about this for years, had spilled in
innumerable orgasms into my bedsheets to this fantasy-coming-true, her name
spilling from my lips.

   "Hush, baby," she breathed, instantly seeing through my charade.  "I
want to do this, I have for years."

   "Damn," I groaned, hissing in a breath because she had leaned forward,
her ruby lips parting seductively, and the moment her flicking tongue
touched my hypersensitive cock, swiping her slippery tongue in a long glide
from the chunky base to the weeping tip, I very nearly came right then. 
She gave a throaty laugh at my teenaged exuberance but I had to
determinedly steel myself to ward off that seductive but self-destructive
impulse.  Once I had gotten past the immediate danger, I allowed myself to
revel in the smooth, velvety way her wanton tongue trailed around the
distended rim of the bulbous glans, savoring the way she licked over the
glossy flesh.  By now I was tremoring with spasms of need and desire for
this delectable female creature.  When she had begun licking up and down my
shaft, she had been so feather light it had been like being loved by
hummingbirds.  But by now she was being very energetic, smacking her lips
in her appreciation of my masculine flavor, thirsting for more of my tasty
precum.  But when, at the same time, she curved one hand under my swaying
scrotum, fiddling with the hard, heavy roundness of my balls, I knew then
this was a skilled fellatrix indeed, having given blowjobs dozens if not
hundreds of times.  Looking the way she did, she must have had many, many
men...

   The unexpected surge of possessive jealousy shocked me and I had to curb
that shit.  When I drew back, I found Mrs Lunsford looking up at me
questioningly, her features soft with her burgeoning horniness but her eyes
piercingly bright as she closely watched me.  Realizing that everything was
alright, she flashed me a naughty smile then she leaned forward again to
resume her oral efforts, opening her pouty lips just enough to let the
bloated helm to slip between them; it was as if her mouth was full of
heated olive oil, so soft and liquid did it feel consuming me.

   I noticed then that my knowledgeable lover was very gradually
intensifying the sensuality of her fellatio, calculatedly adding on element
at a time that I could enjoy individually, serving to incrementally ratchet
up the tension.  Now she drew her kissing lips in an airtight seal around
the mushroomed head, drowning my rod in that liquefied heat.  She seemed
single-mindedly determined to give me the best blowjob of my young life
because she immediately began twirling her dexterous tongue around the
engulfed glans, teasing the rubbery rim.  When she boldly darted her
tonguetip in quick dips into the small, gaping slit in the very tip, I
stiffened and groaned harshly, my hips jerking involuntarily at the
immersive pleasure.

   As thrilling as this extended foreplay was, I had some unfulfilled urges
and when I tilted my hips, Mrs Lunsford understood my unspoken need at
once, though she responded in a way I didn't expect.  With her swishing
tongue working sexy magic on the sensitive flesh, she began, with a
movement so gradual it was barely perceptible, began lowering her moistened
lips down my fully-engorged cock.  I watched as millimeter by millimeter,
inch by inch, she took my sleek shaft deeper into her devouring mouth,
taking as much of my impressive length between her pillowy lips as she
seemingly could manage.  Sensations of earth-shattering force swept over me
and I felt my breath begin to shudder, whimpery moans betraying my
lascivious delight and when I tried to muffle them, the air rocketed out of
my nostrils like cool air escaping a blast furnace.

   With one hand still juggling my testicles, she wrapped her free one
around the rest of my shaft, allowing me to take pleasure in the silken
feel of her small hand and started coaxingly stroking what didn't fit in
her feasting mouth ~~ which was a considerable amount.  What she lacked in
deepthroating skills, though, she made up for in her wicked inventiveness,
scraping her teeth tauntingly along the sensitive underside of the flared
head and licking me like a flavorful lollipop.  When she hummed around the
thick shaft, I couldn't help but notice the similarity in her son's
fellatio techniques, the taboo thought making guilt flare up inside me.  I
resolutely shoved it down.  I could feel guilty later.  Right now Ethan's
widowed mother's voracious sexual appetite demanded my immediate attention
~~ and I was damned and determined to relish every intoxicating moment!

   "Oh yeah," I breathed approvingly as Mrs Lunsford lustily fellated me,
plunging and stroking, tonguing, circling.  "Suck it harder.  Damn you're
good at this." She had been delving again and again but at my vocal
encouragement she went down even further, holding the blunted crest at the
back of her throat and swallowing.  The sensation of her throat greedily
milking me made my sac tighten and my spine tingle with the electrified
delectation.  "Just like that, baby.  God, that's good.  So good," I
shamelessly groaned, one hand smoothing over her appealingly tousled mane
of hair.  It was all I could do to keep from holding her pretty head and
selfishly thrusting my aching manhood into her salaciously sucking mouth.

   Just as exciting as being enthusiastically sucked by such a talented
fellatrix was seeing how much Mrs Lunsford loved giving me head, evidenced
by her chubby nipples so obviously pebbled beneath her sheer bra and her
pussy had completely drenched her panties.  Her eyes had been dreamily
closed as she sucked longingly, but when she opened them and saw me gazing
enrapturedly down upon her she smiled around my lust-thickened flesh.  She
gave me one of her trademark hums deep in her throat, the sonorous pleasure
vibrating up my tumescent penis before withdrawing.  Dropping a kiss
affectionately on the plummy bulb, she started onanistically stroking the
shaft again.  Her eyes gone dark with her desire, she asked, "Do you like
that?"

   "Hell, yeah," I cried out in my zest

   "Then you are going to love this, big boy!" Drawing a deep inhalation,
she opened her jaw wide and plunged her head forward, sucking me once more
as deep as she could manage into her sultry mouth, only this time she
relaxed her defensive reflexes in what I knew from practical knowledge only
came with practiced ease, allowing me to slide into her throat.  My eyes
drifted close at my joyous amazement and I groaned in thrilled incredulity
as she bobbed down all the way to the base, astonished at how easy it
seemed to be for her despite what I assumed had been a long time.  Guess it
must be like riding a bike I thought dazedly as she moaned with personal
satisfaction and paused to enjoy her of ultimate conquest of me, having
swallowed the whole of my dauntingly-sized penis, the beefy shaft throbbing
against her curled tongue and the knobby helm submerged in her gullet.

   While Mrs Lunsford took a moment of pause, acclimating her throat to the
welcome intrusion, a hot, heady sense of masculine triumph unfolded in my
belly at the sight of my lover's pert nose nudging into my curly pubes.  To
my surprise, she didn't move for the longest time, simply gazed up at me
with those dazzling emerald eyes.  But when I tightened my hands in her
hair, she teasingly drew back, releasing me just as deliberately slowly as
she had when she had first started fellating me.  She giggled at my
desperation when I grabbed her but steadfastly refused, letting my
saliva-drenched organ slither from the tropical heat of her sultry mouth
with agonizing slowness.  It was like being expelled from a celestial
paradise, and I'm sure my eyes expressly communicated my forlorn plea.  Mrs
Lunsford ignored me because with a final lingering kiss from her beestung
lips, she slid me with a wet plop out of her sumptuous mouth.

   "Sebastian, that's so good," she murmured, eyes shining with her
undisguised delight.  "Did you know I could feel you pulsing in my throat?"

   "I don't doubt it," I said, having to actively think about restraining
my hands that were dying to stroke my throbbing cock, twitch and jolting
like a leashed animal in front of me.  "In another few seconds, you would
have felt a lot more than that."

   "Oh, don't worry sweetheart.  I want you to come in my mouth really bad"
she reassured me, reaching out to lovingly fondle my visibly trembling
manhood.  "But not yet.  This is my first time sucking your beautiful cock
and I want it to last." She paused, looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes.
"May I play with your big, beautiful cock, Sebastian?"

   I thought it a silly question; for a crazy moment, some bizarre and
humorous impulse suggested a "No, you may not, what do you take me for"
speech, but that thought evaporated as her talented tongue went to work
again, reaffirming that she was an inspiredly appetent and technically
gifted fellatrix, Her tongue, lips, mouth and hands worked in synchronous
concert to bring me to a heightened state of libidinous arousal I wouldn't
have thought possible.  Again and again she pushed me to the very brink of
orgasmic oblivion, then pulled me back by holding completely still, sensing
my thresholds with unerring accuracy and manipulating them with consummate
skill.

   Though I'd vowed not to compare Mrs Lunsford with her son any more,
unlike Ethan, his mother knew how to use the combination of her mouth and
hands to their greatest provocative possibility.  They were both used with
the unrestrained tenacity of a hungry wild animal, manifesting an
enthusiasm for tantalizing me and titillating me that was vivid yet
deferential.  Such images haunted me as she knelt between my legs, licking,
sucking, kissing.  She was every sexual fantasy I had ever dreamed,
absolutely perfect in every beguiling move she made, every thrilling touch
she gifted me, even in the raunchy sounds she made.  She was what every
red-blooded man wants ~~ the personification of the lady executive to the
world, the embodiment of an insatiably naughty slut in the bedroom.

   When I insistently dragged her succulent mouth back down my needy shaft,
she acquiesced to my instinctual need, letting her lips go soft and
inviting as she relaxed in my grip, letting me guide her bobbing head up
and down my pulsing cock.  She was my enthusiastic partner as I decided to
trade deepthroat pleasures for fast-bobbing action, her bra-encased breasts
bouncing sumptuously against my thighs and her lush hair flying wildly
about her face.  My shiny, wet organ trembled when she drew her lungs in
with a vacuuming force while continuouly sucking me with me with such
unrelenting vigor as if she were trying to siphon the semen out of me.

   Mrs Lunsford's previously unimagined talent and ardor for oral sex
shocked me so much that I felt my self-control starting to rupture, so
perilously close to coming I could barely breathe.  Mellifluous sensations
rhapsodized through my bloodstream reverberating their dulcet blisses that
made my very balls pulse, growing so distended with come they overflowed
her jiggling hand.  She kept lightly squeezing them, rolling them between
her deft fingers, her other hand roving over my tight abs bunching with my
rolling hips, occasionally stretching to play with my niiples, hard and
erect.  When I looked down at her I saw a sexily uninhibited woman consumed
with carnal pleasure, insatiably wolfing on the fat organ gliding between
her tightly-stretched lips, eyes watering with the selfless effort she
gave, great streams of glistening saliva spilling from between her
obscenely ballooned cheeks.

   "Oh Jesus, Mrs Lunsford!" I said in a strangled whisper, the sensuous
barrage making the seething furnace of my loins start to crack, on the very
verge of shattering "Fuck, you're going to make me come like a fire hose if
you don't stop."

   Reluctantly, Mrs Lunsford pulled her head back, winking at me
mischievously as she sluttishly licked up her saliva sopping over my
crimson penis.  Then, flashing me a look smoky with naked lust, she
raunchily whispered, "Sebastian, fuck my face.  I can take it," before
heedlessly plunging her head forward.

   Acting solely on primitive male instinct, I twisted my hands hard in her
hair, pulling her beautiful face close.  Panting, a low, rumbling growl
spilling from my throat, I mercilessly pumped my hips, my entire body
straining toward the hot, teasing stimulation of her mouth.  By now I was
fucking her fervently sucking mouth, pumping her so deep I knew it had to
make her throat ache.  She didn't seem to care, following my silent urging,
spearing her whirring tongue into the tiny slit at every withdrawal,
suctioning her velvety cheeks inwards on every instroke, allowing me to pop
into her windpipe, fondling my balls all the while.  A flush that had been
warming every part of my body suddenly burned higher, as if I were being
tempered in a furnace, my flesh turning into a pool of molten sensation. 
The sensory overload made me loose a hoarse, desperate cry, fists clamping
cruelly in her hair as the last vestige of self-control vanished.  A final
swirl and a deep plunge was all it took.

   "Oh God, Mrs Lunsford!" I cried out, the sun of my world flashing
blindingly bright before imploding, a driving rush inwards followed by a
thunderous explosion, the liquid sensation I had been melting into heating
into cauterizing ecstasy that was streaming outwards in fiery infernos.  I
was all penis and pulsation as I cried out my only love's name, the
floodgates of my balls bursting open and flooding her mouth with hot cream.
It felt as if she had tapped into a secret reservoir of semen in me that
had never been reached before, and now it was ejaculating from my
spasmodically convulsing penis with shocking force that felt as if my whole
body were being siphoned off into her ravening mouth.  She swallowed each
gushing spurt hungrily, taking in all the seed I offered, her determination
to capture every drop of my masculine essence sparking off ever more arcs
of ravishing sensation.  It was a totality of climax I had never
experienced before and I voiced the heaving expansion of the gushing orgasm
in harsh, mindless cries, the firestorms of immolating ecstasy sweeping me
over and over again...

   Normalcy was slow in returning, but when sanity was regained, still
stunned by the raw intensity of the experience, my sense of whereabouts
recovered only gradually.  I found myself slumped weakly against the wall,
my sagging body still innerved with decelerating bliss, my chest heaving
with labored inhalations, my naked body streaming perspiration.  Mrs
Lunsford straddled my legs, her face an image of contentment kissing the
salty sweat off my flushed skin.  When she swiped up a wayward droplet of
semen that she had apparently just noticed had dribbled earlier from the
side of her mouth, licking the white sauce off her fingers as if it were
cake frosting on a beater, I took her shoulders, tilted her head and gave
her a grateful kiss.  She seemed surprised and struggled for a split second
before melting into the soulful kiss.  I could taste the slick saltiness of
the pungent exoticness that was fresh seed still lingering in her mouth,
and as she tenderly rubbed against my slowly deflating penis, her wayward
hands seemingly not able to get enough of my manhood.  I could think about
in my postorgasmic haze was how much I loved this woman, and how I would
never be the same because of it.

   "You don't mind tasting yourself?" Mrs Lunsford breathed after we broke
off the kiss, her liquid eyes wide and wondering.

   "No, baby, I don't mind it all," I said with a chuckle, nuzzling
affectionately into her perfumed hair, thinking if she only knew she'd
never ask.

   "It's just that my husband he ... he never would have allowed me to kiss
him after I ... you know..." her voice trailing off as I discovered a
tender spot behind one of her ears.

   "Never mind about your husband," I whispered, loving the way she went up
on tiptoes when I massaged that special spot.  "I have more pressing
interests at this moment."

   I looked around and was somewhat surprised we were still in the kitchen.
Like everything else in the Lunsford house, it was high-end and high
priced, the gourmet scullery boasting cinerescent granite countertops.  The
biggest slab of high-polished stone topped the central kitchen island ~~
perfect for the idea that had taken root in my mind.  Leaning down to curl
an arm around her knees, I swooped her up (she felt light as a bird) and
set her down on the island.  I saw the coquettish teenager she used to be
when she gave a delighted laugh and reached around to deftly shrug out of
her bra before sitting back topless with her long legs parted invitingly,
eyes twinkling merrily.

   Gazing downwards, I once again feasted on the sensuous sight of her
naked.  Free of clothing, her unfettered breasts swayed, twin orbs full
heavy firm, and so very beautiful.  Mrs Lunsford may have been twice my age
but her breasts were easily the best I had ever beheld.  They bore the
intriguing immaculate white tan lines from the signature triangular outline
of a bikini top that was too small to contain them.  The nipples were
appropriately large and colored a girly pink against her creamy skin.  God,
she was so totally edible that I desperately wanted to suckle upon them
right then and there but I denied myself, remembering what I had read: that
women loved extended foreplay and I was damned determined to give my lady
what she so richly deserved.

   When I bent down, rubbing my lips lightly across hers, she responded by
running her petite hands across my shoulders.  I countered by dipping my
thumb into the hollow of her throat, making her arch her back so that her
breasts thrust themselves up and out toward me, nipples looking as
succulent as a pair of ripe fuchsia berries.  Starting up near her
shoulders, using just my fingertips, I moved slowly, slowly down, gratified
to hear her suck in a deep shuddery breath when my hands found her breasts
and cupped over her pleasingly plump mounds.  When I reached her nipples, I
at first simply flicked then gently caressed the hot, hard nubs with a
tender touch, soft as a butterfly on a peach, but she still gasped
wistfully, her receptive body reacting as if she had been shocked by a jolt
of electricity, shivers of voltaic pleasure rippling over her.  When I
began palming both orbs, discovering their malleable buoyancy, she pressed
herself more firmly into my grip, enjoying my fervent massaging of her
resilient flesh.

   Mrs Lunsfords breath became distinctly ragged and I caught her studying
me when I lifted my head to gaze down at her breasts, watching myself
massage their soft weight as I rolled her tight, sensitive nipples tightly
between thumb and forefinger.  I had been gradually increasing the
squeezing pressure by pulling on her swollen nubs just a little, but then,
without warning, I gave each one a sharp pinch.  At the sharp jolt of
exquisite pain and biting pleasure her pert mouth formed an "O" but no
words came out.  Thrilled to see she enjoyed a little pain mixed with her
pleasure, I caught her "O" in another kiss.  I penetrated her luscious
mouth, taking her sweet kiss and stealing her breath the way she stole mine
with every casual glance.  I had seen her looking at me for so long but
hadn't dared hope it was attraction.  I didn't know how the confident, sexy
Mrs Lunsford could want me but I was determined to fight for her, prove her
wrong.  If I was lucky enough to have attracted her at all, I wanted her to
think long and hard before she tossed me aside.

   Eventually I left her sumptuous mouth to press sucking kisses on her
slender throat and along her delicate shoulders.  When I slipped down her
body, tasting every inch of her I could reach, she anxiously thrust her
breasts toward me again.  I bent down and leaned forward, brushing my lips
teasingly across her right nipple, then her left.  When I flicked out my
slick tongue, warm and wet, and titillated the fleshy buds into taut,
aching points with light, playful licks, she breathily gasped.  That sound
echoed when I closed my lips around one furrowed nubbin and drew the crown
of her full breast into my steamy mouth.  Sucking the distended nipple
slowly before I resumed fluttering my heated tongue over it with circular
laps, branding her.  She made her own mark upon me, the hard little bud
taunting me as I nipped it, rolled it, tugged on it.

   Continuously skimming my fingers down her ribs, I switched breasts with
a wet plop as I left one puffy nipple for the other.  As I suckled
hungrily, I found myself fascinated by the flushed and moist breast I'd
just taken leave of.  Her nipple, firm and pudgy, jutted out audaciously
far.  I drew in loud slurps on her breast as I watched the first one
jiggling and plump mere inches from my wondering eyes.  I was intrigued by
the way the creamy mound rose off her ribcage, the sleek valleys and deep
crevices, the rounded rise crested with her excited girlishly pink peak. 
It enthralled me, egged me on as I feasted upon her, lavishing oral
attention on and nipping the nipple in my mouth until she actually began to
writhe beneath me.  Looking up at her I found her eyes closed and her mouth
open, her breath trembling in soft cries from her kiss-swollen lips.  I
thought I had never seen a more sensual goddess and she was arching madly
between me, pressing her hips upward, brazenly rubbing her mons in a wet
smear against me.  It gave me a heady rush of virile power and masculine
pride.  It dangerously tightened my balls as the seething pressure built
and I very nearly lost it watching her unrestrained pleasure at my hands.

   "You like that?" I asked, nibbling up her neck to her lips.  "What else
would you like, Mrs Lunsford?" She made no response, holding on to me as if
she feared she might fall.  And her breath hitched, her voice little more
than a strangled, wordless cry of assent when I whispered, "What if I want
to taste you, eat you?"

   I feared in her heightened state of arousal she might stymie or stall my
continuing the oral foreplay but she didn't respond at all, still
breathlessly gasping.  My expectation surged when my hand dipped down over
her warm, smooth tummy and discovered her panties had rolled down just
enough that I encountered the damp curls of her pubes just before I found
for the first time her pussy.  As I softly stroked the fleshly contours of
her vagina through the drenched fabric of her lacy panties, caressing
fingers dallying on this most intimate treasure, I knew I wouldn't be able
to resist kissing my way down to the dripping, furry center of her and she
seemed to instinctively respond to my unspoken intentions by pulling my
face closer and silently slipping her tongue deep inside my mouth.

   "I would say that qualifies as a yes," I chuckled, pulling away from her
needy kiss.  "Baby, you're so fucking wet for me."

   It was then I began the journey of erotic discovery of a lifetime,
playfully smooching the underside of her pillowy breasts, slicking my
tongue down over her flexing tummy, munching happily on her adorable belly
button.  My excitement surged when her lithesome thighs parted, a subtle
shifting of her hips making her nuanced invitation to explore her further a
blaring assent of her bawdy need for me to continue downwards.  She started
subtly breathing my name over and over, her mellifluous voice light and
soft as cottonwood fuzz floating in a summer breeze.  Unfortunately, her
thrashing legs were nowhere near as restrained, one particularly boisterous
kick scratching the sharp end of her heel across the small of my back.

   I had been kneeling on the cool marble floor at the edge of the kitchen
island she was sitting upon and decided it was time I go to work on those
black strappy evening shoes before we went any further lest they end up as
lethal weapons.

   "As much as I love the look of your fuck-me pumps, I'm afraid I might
get stabbed by these stilettos." I explained as I tossed each shoe over my
shoulder and was thrilled to see Mrs Lunsford shimmy out of her panties and
spread her legs wide.

   Sinking between her splayed thighs until I was nestled snugly within the
cradle of her hips, I danced my fingers over her pelvic bones, glossing
over her sleekly soft flesh until I was dipping into her exquisitely narrow
navel while I feasted my eyes on the sumptuous delight that was her vagina,
deciding that she should never wear underwear again because it would be a
crime to cover up such a pretty pussy.  My second thought was it certainly
had been a long time since she had been with anyone because the curly pubic
hair had overgrown into a dense, wildly tangled thicket that was as richly
auburn as the hair on her head, and right then that lush scarlet thatch was
wet, no, doused, no, sopping with her need.

   "Oh my God, you're fucking beautiful," I breathed in reverential awe,
gazing adoringly at her luscious labial lips, thick and lush, pouting in
anticipation of a soulful kiss, gaping open to flaunt her succulence
within. "I can't wait to taste you."

   It was true, my mouth literally watering for her, but I knew
anticipation would make the final moment all that much sweeter so I nuzzled
affectionately into her damp lower torso, and when I scraped my teeth on
her tummy, I heard her voice a tiny moan and felt her hands timidly rest on
my shoulders.  Feeling her growing bolder, I mirrored her audacity,
lowering my hands and stroking gently at her slippery-wet thighs,
meandering my way up until I held firmly on to each cushiony cheek of her
lovely ass, savoring their pneumatic qualities.  She mewled softly, every
little whisper of sound going straight to my engorged cock.  When I looked
upwards, I saw her upper arms inadvertently pressing her glorious breasts
together in her now firm holding of my shoulders and I groaned my approval
around a bite of her tender flesh, making her shiver.

   As my fingers crept along the silkiness of her plush ass, sliding down
the smooth cleavage I discovered there, I realized this was what I'd been
waiting for, the culmination of every fantasy I'd thought up, every dream
I'd dreamed.  When I came to the puffy slickness between her creamy thighs,
I quickly brought my hand to the front, spread her lips and plunged not
one, but two fingers deep inside.  Delicate fingers clutched my shoulders
in a death grip, tiny nails cutting deep into my skin.  The sting made my
already oaken cock harder, if that were even possible so I curled my
fingers and pressed that secret spot I had read about, that perfect spot
just past her silky entrance.  She breathily moaned, nectarous juices
flowing freely from her, coating my masturbating hand.

   When I eased out of her greedily-clutching sex, Mrs Lunsford breathed a
sigh of disappointment and longing but I made a show of bringing my fingers
to his mouth, licking off every tasty bit.  "You're so sweet, baby.  Like
honey." Kneeling in front of her, I hooked her legs with his forearms,
spreading her vulnerably open for me.  "I've wanted to drink you for so
long."

   As I settled down and kissed her silky inner thighs, enjoying the sound
of the low lusty sigh of unabashed pleasure escaping from her lips, her
alluringly primal scent called me to taste, and filled me with raunchy
anticipation.  When I closed my teeth on her plump mound, lightly scraping
her pubis, she whimpered and her hands reached upwards from my shoulders to
land on my head, her fingers lingering within my thick hair on my sinking,
bobbing head, urging me further down towards the tempting wonder of her
womanhood.

   Mrs Lunsford was less poetic.  "Eat me, Sebastian," she imperiously
demanded, looking at me with lustful fire in her glinting eyes, guiding me
towards her gaping cunny with blunt urgency.  "Lick me good!"

   I chuckled as she pumped her hips to thrust her wanting pussy toward my
hovering mouth.  Yeah, Mrs Lunsford was definitely a passionate woman who
knew what she wanted and I was more than willing to do what she asked.

   Closely watching my love, determined to let her physical and emotional
reactions be my guide, I gazed directly into her vulva before aiming my
stiffened tongue between the lips.  Her fleecy pubes tickled my nose as I
slowly slid the tip of my tongue into the spicy cleft, spreading her outer
lips with that first instroke until my lips were pressing into the mouth of
her cunny.  Her slick pink folds parted and joyously welcomed my initial
exploration of her inner channel, gooey with her dripping juices.  I
immediately drank up all of the precious nectar within, my actions seeming
to coax out more, thoroughly enjoying her exotically peppery taste.  Her
breathing grew heavier and I felt little tremors within.  "Oh, yes," she
sighed decadently in seemingly happy surprise, threading her fingers in my
ruffled hair.

   Satisfied that I had her complete attention, I settled in for a
delicious dinner, spreading her outer vulval folds gently with my fingers
and taking long, slow laps at her exposed slit, sliding just a touch deeper
between her inner lips with every stroke, thrilling to this delicate
splitting of her labia.  At the same time, Mrs Lunsford, with a
not-so-subtle pressure of her fingers on the back of my head, pushed my
face tighter against her sultry wetness.  We both swooned as I really began
the feast I craved, now spreading the flat of my tongue and giving her a
long, forceful lick all along her warm and juicy split.  When I dipped all
the way down and daringly lapped at the wrinkled depression of her anus
secreted among her fluffy down, cursorily rimming that taboo entrance as I
had been wont to do recently with her sexy son, I was rewarded by a sharp
intake of breath from his horny mom.

   Returning once more to nourish myself on her savory cunny, I was amazed
at the similarities between perform cunnilingus and eating a sun-ripened
peach, noting the resemblance between her juice-drenched flesh and the
fruits consistency, the dense down of her pubes analogous to the peaches'
fuzz.  Of course, the peach didn't squirm around like Mrs Lunsford did,
particularly any time I neared her sensitive clitoris, the pink nub
blatantly swollen and jutting brazenly out of its little protective cloak.
Intentionally avoiding that uniquely feminine organ, I gave her leisurely
strokes that ran from just below the crest of her vagina down to her
adorably tiny anus and back again.  Whenever she picked up my lingual
rhythm, I altered it, sometimes plunging my wriggly tongue deep inside her
steamy passage, prodding and sucking with a zealous urgency, sometimes
leisurely zigzagging my swiping tongue up the crease of her labia, whatever
I thought she needed at that moment.

   "Oh, please, Sebastian," she pleaded on an intake of breath.

   I hated to hear my classy lady beg, even at this impassioned moment, and
immediately gave her what she needed.  Rising up to where the fleshy folds
of her vagina melted together, I took the hard little bud of her clitoris
and sucked ~~ hard.  White-hot lust instantaneously burst through her body
and her shimmying hips jerked upward, pushing her mons up towards my face,
crushing my mouth into the mushy sweetness of her cunny.  Instinctively I
fiercely tongue-whipped the magical bud, felt it pulsing with her sharp,
aching need, so close to the edge she could barely stand it.  A single
sharp nip was all it took.  She clutched my scalp, clapped her spasming
thighs against my head and shuddered violently, her lovely round ass
bouncing up and down.  `God, that's beautiful' I thought in awe as she
convulsed in her orgasmic ecstasy, hearing her cry out her jubilant bliss.
Her girlcum loosed in a fresh flow and as I drank in every spicy droplet it
was all I could do to keep from hopping up and out of the embrace of her
legs and pinning her against the marble as I plunged deep inside her.  But
no, this first time was going to be all about her, not about what I wanted.


   Besides, I already had what I really wanted.  Mrs Lunsford.  No woman
had ever made me feel the way she did.  And as her euphoric paroxysms
peaked then began descending downwards, I wrapped my arms around her shaky,
warm hips and held her lovingly close, knowing with unshakable certainty no
other woman ever would.

   When she had slipped downwards enough from that hypersensitivity that
happens after an explosive climax like that, I decided I wanted to extend
the fun for her, so I resumed tonguing her, gently swabbing over the tender
petals, sucking and kissing the quivering folds until her prolapsing
pleasure plateaued and she began sighing those dreamy sighs once more. 
Determining that she was ready for naughtier stimulation, I decided that my
first rimming of her had been perfunctory at best and she deserved a far
more meticulous effort.  With that in mind, I traced my sponging tongue
down, all the way to her perineum.  Her dainty nether hole beckoned me
lower still and, feeling my lecherous excitement rising, I slipped my hands
once more beneath the pillowy globes of her ass and gave her puckered anal
orifice an assiduous tongue bathing.  I was thrilled to feel that not only
did she not protest at this unmentionable oralism but it aroused her,
quivering from head to toe, desperate for more.

   Leaving one thumb circling over her sensitive sphincter, I rose up once
more to the delta of her loins.  Pushing her limber thighs wide with my
shoulders once more, using my free hand to hold her open to me, I blew a
zephyring breath across her damp, parted pussy and watched felt her
responsive body immediately juice for me.  I returned my eagerly mouth to
her, slurping her honey up as I was gluttonously kissing and sucking her
appetizing sex.  Diving lower to suck noisily at her channel, I ate her
tastiness with gusto, swirling in my tongue for added sensation, tauntingly
rubbing my nose on infrequent occasion on her bud.  Under my hot searing
kisses, her body tensed like a well-strung instrument and I risked a look
upwards to gauge her reactions.  A glance up through her curly tuft
revealed her heaving tummy, her bobbling breasts rising high and proudly
and her lovely, desire-enhanced feminine features.  She was gorgeous, my
own fallen angel.  A wayward lock of auburn hair was dangling in front of
her flushed face, glistening sweat beaded her brow, her nostrils flared and
her glittering eyes were set in a hungry stare upon me.

   "That's it, baby, watch me, watch me eat you."

   Her intense gaze never wavered, watching intently as my head dipped and
weaved between her splayed thighs.  I focused my eyes on her as I thirstily
lapped up her juices.  "You taste so good," I said, sliding my tongue in
swirling circles, mopping up every redolent drop, "so good."

   "French me!" she hissed, punctuating her order with a gyration of her
lower torso.  "French me!"

   Happily obeying my love's heartfelt command, my stiffened tongue drilled
through her lust-soaked vagina, pushing through the engorged labia, which
split apart and seemed to swallow up my churning tongue.  Mrs Lunsford's
immediate gasp grew into a ululating whimper that seemed to spark an
electric jolt in my rampant cock.  Spurred by my own raging horniness as
well as her moans and groans of debauched ecstasy, I continued my ad-libbed
lingual plundering of her succulent pussy.  Using the increasing
undulations of her hips and pelvis as a rough guide, I forced her rolling
rump back down onto the marble as I alternated between sluicing my tongue
inwards with short, shallow strokes and spearing deeply into and out of and
within her gooey wetness.

   Eventually I backed off, my retreat making her mew her honest
disappointment yet still shuddering in her carnal stupor.  She seemed too
dazed to fight my withdrawal and lay breathlessly panting, floating on the
knife-edge of ecstasy, seemingly both overwhelmed by the feelings coursing
through her and yearning for more.  Though she was still being immersed by
the sensations washing through her body, I did not wanting to leave her
bereft for long so I went back to her clit, lazily flicking my tongue
lightly over her swollen clit.  She reacted as if she'd been tasered and it
was easy for me to imagine it sent an electric jolt straight through her
clenching womb.

   While I closed my kissing lips massagingly over her clit, flicking the
fleshy nubbin with featherlight touches utilizing only the very tip of my
dexterous tongue, I slid two fingers down between her trembling thighs,
gliding them through the lubricating juices pouring unchecked from her
weeping pussy.  I thrust those twin digits deep inside her, feeling her
velvety heat greedily clutching the welcome invaders before I slowly
withdrew, spreading her lubricious fluids back, coating her tight, puckered
opening.  Despite all my previous oral foreplay, I felt her flinch in shock
when I pressed a finger against her vulnerable rectum, and I murmured
reassuringly over her clit, my face still buried in the steamy juiciness of
her crotch, "Shhhh, baby.  It's okay.  Just relax, Mrs Lunsford.  Relax and
enjoy it."

   Resuming my voracious feasting upon on her delicious cunny, I slid my
thumb into her drenched vaginal opening beneath my wolfing mouth, loving
the sensation as her internal walls clenched down on it.  At the same time,
I swirled my finger lower, gently pressuring her reluctant anus with my
seductively insistent touch, relaxing the hesitant muscles I found there. A
groan escaped as I breached her, the tight ring contracting around my
finger, and I knew from personal experience she would find the wickedly
sexy sensations incredible, unfamiliar and dizzying.  She panted, her hands
fisting in my tousled hair, tugging my gobbling mouth tight against her,
gasping as I plunged both finger and thumb into her dually penetrated
orifices.

   "Do you like that?" I asked as I slipped a second finger inside her
wonderfully accommodating rear hole.

   "Mmmm," she moaned wantonly.

   "Do you want more?"

   "Yes, oh yes."

   I had been lashing my tongue back and forth over the very tip of her
clitoris, but when I began toggling her plump button back and forth, that
really worked her up, making her whimper and thrash beneath my mouth's
lascivious attentions.  Pushing her thighs wider, I sank his finger deep
into her rectum and closed my suckling lips rhythmically around her clit,
suckling it greedily as she pushed my head against her, wanting more,
wanting everything...

   "Oh God!" she cried, writhing and mewling, but each time she came too
close to her rapturous crisis, I backed off and tried a different technique
to orally tempt and thrill her until that new method made her burn to
near-release.  She couldn't make my torturous pleasuring of her stop.  She
bucked her hips, lifted, arched, twisted, anything to make me finally bring
her off.  She couldn't stand it.

   "Sebastian.  Now."

   Acceding to her needs, I crashed my lips down on her clitoris, nibbling
and sucking that enlarged nub like there was no tomorrow, my tongue
swirling around her straining pearl.  When I flattened my tongue on it and
rubbed with firm, quick strokes, she responded with a wild cry and went
crazy.  I could almost feel the cauterizing fire roaring along her veins as
she bucked her swiveling hips upward, forcing my probing finger even deeper
into her, pushing in and out of her desire-heated ass, sodomizing her.  A
string of insensate vowels and consonants escaped her lips as she thrashed
against the marble countertop.  After that I couldn't hear much else,
because my lover pressed her supple thighs tightly to my ears as her
humping became a desperate, demanding action designed to meet each rapid
thrust of my working tongue as the incendiary tension inside her exploded
into fulminating bliss.

   Though Mrs Lunsford had succumbed to her savage climax, making my cock
throb with vicious need as she gasped out my name over and over again, I
refused to show her pity, keeping up my merciless assault on her reeling
senses.  As I ruthlessly continued lashingly tonguing her defenseless clit,
feeling the tiny organ throbbing with raw sensation, she aggressively
grabbed at my hair, pulling sharply, sharp fingernails digging deep into my
scalp.  She was completely in control, holding me there while she violently
rocked her hips against my uptilted face to intensify the narcotic friction
of her pussy rubbing against my pillorying tongue, bucking hard into my
warm, wet mouth as she peaked again and again, her dazzlingly expressive
eyes fixed upon mine, showing me the waves of aqueous pleasure washing over
her.  Then she arched impossibly high, screaming almost deafeningly loud
and I was treasured to witness the black behind her eyes splinter into
burning shards of luminous light and recalescent heat.  Her bliss-tormented
pussy clenched and spurted creamy gushes of syrupy girlcum that made
everything ~~ her labia, my lips and chin, my fingers plundering her
backdoor ~~ all sloppy-wet and gooey, a spicy mess I lapped up hungrily
until the seismic shudders wracking her body began to subside.

   Still suspended somewhere between ecstasy and reality by the shattering
force of her rampageous climax, a panting Mrs Lunsford abruptly collapsed,
her sexy body going entirely limp, wilting like an overheated hothouse
flower.  Her slackened thigh muscles released me as her long legs fell open
and though I had released the suction on her clitoris before she had come
down, knowing that stimulation on the molten core of her sex would be
agony, I only retreated bit by bit from her swollen and tender pussy,
sucking and flicking the succulent pink flesh.  I couldn't resist
thoroughly cleansing up those delightfully tangy juices that clung to every
delicate membrane of her cunny like a sugary glaze.

   Besides the sounds of my leisurely licking were Mrs Lunsford's soft
whimperings and murmurings until, eventually, as my tongue continued to
soothingly stroke and lave her pretty pussy, her breathing became heavy and
her voice husky as she dreamily sighed.

   I pulled back and studied her.  "Are you okay?"

   She smiled beautifully, still dazed.  "I've never been better.  That was
amazing, Sebastian.  You're amazing."

   Without warning I bent and she gasped and her body trembled as I slid my
arms around her curvaceous torso, heaving her up off the marble countertop
and to her bare feet.  Turning us both so her back was against the wall, I
reached out and ran my hands adoringly over her cherubic cheeks, down her
pretty face, down her slender neck and across her collarbone.  She was
murmuring and sighing as my rough, calloused hands stroked the sweet
silkiness of her skin.  "You are so soft, baby," I murmured as I bent down
and began to teasingly nibble at the pulse point of her neck, speaking the
words that came to my mind as I ground himself against her.  "So sexy soft.
It feels so good to have a real woman in my grasp.  A full, ripe woman with
soft, sensuous curves on her frame.  A woman with the body of a goddess."

   A dark flash shimmered in Mrs Lunsford's eyes and suddenly I couldn't
breathe, she was kissing me so hard, her naughty hands everywhere at once.
I let my own hands cup her full breasts, kneading her pillowy flesh until
her nipples peaked in response.  When I began rubbing those chubby nubbins,
she groaned and arched her back, pushing the bobbling orbs against my
massaging fingers.  It was only too easy to lower my face and suck on each
plump bud in turn, slurping and tonguing her.  In response her fingers
gripped my head as she continued pressing herself forward, burying my face
in those generously large, fleshy mounds.  Acting as if my caressing mouth
was an electric current, her knees actually went weak and she sagged weakly
against me as if she had been drugged with the pleasure of her resurgent
passion.

   It went on for a long time like that, Mrs Lunsford tugging on my hair to
draw me back upwards and resumed our soulfully kissing and daringly
touching, our hot mouths melding, but all the while I was extremely aware
of my hard cock, spasmodically twitching with a seeming life of its own,
trapped between our slick bellies and her juicy cunny crushing against my
thigh.  I had been leisurely trailing my hand along the small of her back
but I was astonished to feel her suddenly grasp my wrist and boldly guide
my hand down to her needy pussy.  I wasn't terribly surprised to feel the
wetness pooling there, her cream seeping down her naked flesh

   "You're so ready, so wet," I breathed as I drew away from her heaving
bosom to gaze down at her sopping cunny.  Despite all my previous
cleansing, the crimson curls of her pubic hair were completely matted with
her abundant intimate fluids and the image of her raw sexuality made me
crazy with longing.  The perfect body, the perfect woman.

   "I know.  This is what you do to me.  All day and all night I have been
thinking of this.  Thinking of your big cock sliding deep into me." She
abruptly pushed my hand away from her pussy and reached down to touch me,
brashly seizing upon my blatantly jutting erection.  I moaned, feeling
myself throb like steel heat in her petite hand.  "You're making me so hot
that I'm practically ready to come just from this alone."

   "We can't have that," I replied, watching as she spread her legs wide
and pressed me against her pussy, right there, the place where she knew I
could slide inside.  She brought her mouth to mine for another sultry kiss
as she brought the purplish knob upwards and let my pulsating erection run
roughshod over her sensitive clit.  Tiny utterances escaped her throat and
I could tell by the way her tender bud swelled that she was already on the
verge of either exploding or bursting into song or both.  She pulled back
from the kiss and the intensity of raw desire in her glittering eyes made
my heart skip a beat.  This was a sensual woman who needed some good,
old-fashioned hard and hot sex, the mere closeness of my erect penis
bringing torrents of liquid surging from her clenching vagina.  All the
pent-up frustrations she had endured in the those bitter years of widowhood
rose to the surface and now all she wanted, no, needed was cock that knew
no limits but the rapacity of its own lust.

   Snaking my arms around her voluptuous curves once more, I hoisted her
easily, lifting her hungrily opening thighs around my waist.  As I held her
aloft, I watched the creamy softness of her arms and breasts ripple and
shimmy, Mrs Lunsford clearly loving the feeling of being held up and
supported by my hands.  It was a beautiful, erotic sight that had my aching
penis growing more desperate by the moment to be inside her pussy now
weeping in joyous expectation.

   "I've never done it standing up before, with my back against a wall,"
she whispered, her face buried in the crook of my neck, her tongue darting
out to lap up the salty tang of my naked skin.  "For all of his enthusiasm,
Karl was never very adventurous..."

   There was a twinge of guilt in her voice, and I was brought to a
standstill, thinking the moment had been ruined.  But then a remarkable
thing happened.  Mrs Lunsford once more reached down to grip my spearing
shaft and in mere seconds my crown was enveloped by her dewy nether lips
but not yet by her love hole.  Then, clinging tightly to me, she began
rocking her agile hips, squeezing her silken pussy around just the bulging
head.  In mere moments she became near frantic, mewling like a cat in heat
as she was nipping and kissing all over my bare chest, setting my skin
aflame with her fingers, lips and tongue.  The unbridled intensity of her
reemergent lust was exhilarating and even a little astonishing.  Her naked
aggression stirred my own deeply rooted animalistically sexual instincts
and I decided that all the emotional baggage she was dealing with was a
small price to pay for the glory of being with a sexually mature woman.

   Mrs Lunsfords hands had dropped away from my beefy shaft and were now
running down over my back, working in concert with her legs wrapped around
my waist to try to pull me into her.  I took those hands and pinned them in
place with one hand above her head.  Puzzled, she looked up at me, that
quizzical look turning to one of delighted rapture when I slipped right
inside her wet, hot pussy with ease.  Her resilient inner muscles stretched
eagerly to accommodate my sizable girth and then snapped shut when the
ductile labia had cleared the bottom ridge of the bulbous glans, she cried
out her joy of being filled, a loud cry that echoed in my ears.

   "It's okay." I kissed her flushed cheek, but I didn't stop, piercing her
succulent pussy with the tip of my cock as I slowly eased her downwards,
sinking her upon my rampant rod, filling her more and more.  The erotic
intensity of having my cock invading her senses made her quickly become
entranced with the assaulting pressure that she could barely stand, licking
her pouty lips and voicing tremulous moans from somewhere deep in her
being. Letting her wrists go, I brought one of her hands down between us to
where I was stretching her open so wide, letting her fingers explore,
touching the place where I was going into her with wonder and awe, watching
her face rejoice at the sweet reality that I was inside her.  At that
moment I saw her eyes darken with her libidinous lust.  No one had ever
looked at me that way before.  How perfectly delicious.

   "God, Mrs Lunsford!" leaning my head close to hers, capturing her
sensuous lips in a kiss.  She wiggled her hips slightly as we Frenched,
allowing me to delighted in the wonderful feel of the wet crush of her
heavenly heat on my thick shaft.  Her happy pussy had begun to throb,
dripping with her sweet cream.  "You're so tight!"

   "I must have been a very good girl at some point to deserve something
like this," she breathed, indulging in a dreamy sigh.  Her inner channel
was trembling its decadent delectation as I continued to slowly sheathe
myself inside her, easing her slowly to give her delicate insides a chance
to stretch enough to accept me.  The last thing on this earth I wanted to
do was hurt her but I was determined for her to take every inch of me, even
if I had to drill it in.  "Does it feel good for you?"

   "Oh yeah," I groaned, luxuriating in the salacious feel of her pampered
pussy wrapped around my aching cock.  She was only about a third of the way
down but the debauched feeling was so incredibly good I had to struggle to
maintain control, barely staving off a premature eruption.  I wanted to
enjoy this impassioned lovemaking for as long as humanly possible.  There
was something about the experience of making vertical love with my true
love that seemed surreal.  The intermingling of hot sex and true intimacy
was so intensely, sublimely erotic.  I felt I was on the brink of something
spectacular, something indefinable but very very real.

   "Give it to me, Sebastian," Mrs Lunsford whispered through a shuddering
breath.  "Now.  All of it.  All of you.  Please don't make me wait." She
shifted her hips, futilely trying to seat herself.

   Given free rein, I pulled her hips down and plunged into her with a low,
bestial grunt, using the leverage of my strong thighs to shove my thickly
swollen cock deep into her gooey depths, skewering her to the very hilt on
a single smoothly driving stroke that reached bottom.  She let loose a
protracted cry in her agonized ecstasy, her head snapping back, every nerve
in her body singing with jubilation beyond measure as my huge erection
filled her completely.  I could sense the long-neglected places deep inside
her coming boldly alive at my penetrative touch.  Despite her vagina's
petite size, my fully-engorged penis seemed to fit her luscious pussy
perfectly, the honey-drenched inner membranes pulsing with radiant heat as
they rejoicingly clutched my burly shaft.

   Looking at my love's pretty face, though, contorted as it was with the
intensity of feelings she was overwhelmed with, I grew genuinely concerned.
"I'm sorry, Mrs Lunsford.  I didn't mean to be so rough.  Did I hurt you?"

   With her head still back, she was dazedly peering at the ceiling, an odd
expression drifting over her.  "Sebastian, I've never felt better in my
entire life." There was no denying the intoxicating appeal of holding the
woman of my dreams aloft, her buttery-smooth legs wrapped around my narrow
waist in a powerful grip.  Flexing my thigh muscles, I tried swiveling my
hips and was rewarded with a coo from her lips and to feel her pussy
pulsing inside.  I started moving inside her, at first, sliding in slowly
and out of her, her curved hips matching a slow, seductive sway she seemed
to enjoy the most.  The groovy shimmy I was engaged in seemed to maximize
the thick friction filling her and making her seemingly her mindless as she
clung possessively to me while I rocked in and out.

   One of the benefits of this slow-motion undulation, besides the main one
of drowning in the liquescence of her hot, slick pussy clamped around my
rolling cock, was it made her beautiful breasts bounce.  Her plumpened
nipples looked like exquisite dew-topped berries and I knew from previous
that they tasted just as delicious as they looked so I leaned over, my
nimble tongue catching one of the taut buds.  I drew the fleshy nubbin into
my mouth to restake my claim upon it, sucking hard enough to make her
squirm with wanton delight and tip her head back to babble incoherently. 
But when I clamped my nipping teeth on her mouthed nipple and impudently
tugged, her prattling fell silent, her eyelids fluttered shut and she let
go of one of my shoulders, skirting her hand up the nape of my neck and
into my hair, fisting it as I nursed at her breast.

   Trying a new tactic, I travelled my hands travelled from Mrs Lunsford's
tapered waist and down under her writhing frame to her infinitely
squeezable butt and dug my fingers into that luscious little ass of hers to
fondle generous fistfuls, feeling those hidden muscles flexing in her
libidinous exertions.  The unexpected consequence was she slipped away from
me a little, the rubbery tip slipping from my lips.  In my disappointment,
I looked downward with a mind to change handholds and was stopped short.  I
saw for the first time my beefy cock plunging in and out of her succulence,
looking for all the world like a wide, well-lubricated piston with her
glossy pussy petals surrounding me.

   A surge of lascivious desire sparkled through me at the infinitely
erotic sight and I hooked her kicking legs and began plowing into her,
ramming my cock up into her over and over.  I looked down, found Mrs
Lunsford had opened her eyes, but instead of meeting a dreamy gaze as I
expected, they glittered as she fixated her gaze on the joining of our
bodies, the image of her ripe labia parting as my meaty rod cleaved a path
through them equally entrancing to her as well.

   She was also obviously intrigued by the way the hard plane of my pubic
bone teased her swollen clit, rubbing enticingly back and forth across it
as my thrusts gradually grew faster, harder.  She arched further away from
me, forcing her rising mons even tighter against my groin, her obvious
desire making my hunger flashfire along my veins.  Her head nodded limply
with the resounding force of my intensifying thrusts and I could see her
letting herself relish the sensation, working in unison with me.  Equals,
neither subordinate nor dominant, a pair of true lovers.

   "Tell me," I gritted between clenched teeth, my voice so husky it was
almost a growl.  "Tell me you want this."

   At my words, and more importantly the significance of the meaning behind
them, I could feel the simmering tension in her pussy ratchet up to a
blinding peak.  Distantly, I realized her nails were scraping his back, but
the only thing that mattered to were the words she said in her voice, high
and breathless, between her panting and moaning.  "Oh God, yes!"

   "Tell me this isn't a mistake." I moved faster inside her, pulling tight
against her and burying deep inside her as our heaving hips ground together
like we were fused as one being.  She zestily met my pounding thrusts and I
was amazed by how strong her thighs seemed to be.  I still had a hold on
her lower ass and her haunches to help guide our up-down pace.  Not that
she needed any help ~~ she'd made that clear from the beginning ~~ but the
effects of our torrid lovemaking were evident in her plush lips parting,
her eyes hooding as she increased the velocity our lovemaking rhythm.  Her
nails were now digging deep into the skin of my shoulder blades but I
didn't care.  I needed to hear it from her lips.  "Tell me that you won't
regret this ten minutes from now, or an hour, or next week, or ever again."


   "It...it isn't a mistake.  It's real"

   At that, her juices surged, bathing my sluicing cock and I could feel
the first quivering of her orgasm in her canal fluttering around my delving
shaft, then her gooey hole tightly constricted, her cunny muscles
voraciously clenching down upon me, milking me.  Knowing that she was about
to come I rammed into her, feeling like a fierce young buck reveling in my
ability to drive this precious woman of mine to unknown heights of ecstasy.
Now it was her heels that were digging into my ass as her pleasure-immersed
body flailed and she began spasming in rippling waves of the sweetest
pleasure.  As her euphoric paroxysms peaked, I caught her face in my hands
and kissed her.  I pried open her mouth with my tongue and tasted her
deeply, swallowing up her wild cries of elation and joy.  I felt like a
condemned man getting my last meal, kissing her with all the heart-felt
passion I could muster.  Trying desperately to show her just how much I
wanted her, to show her just how much I needed her and show her how much I
loved her.  All in that kiss.

   Still steely-hard, I continued driving my churning hips upward into her
convulsing pussy, hammering balls deep, punctuating each lunge with an
accentuating twist and thrust designed to send Mrs Lunsford's senses
reeling.  Her creamy girlcum was now streaming down both my thighs and hers
and she was whimpering and mewling continuously as her long-repressed
sexual needs bubbled to the surface.

   "Tell me to fuck you." I barely recognized my own voice, the groans I
had been issuing at the climax of every deepstroke into her becoming
near-growls, fierce and harsh.

   Mrs Lunsford gasped, her hitching breath hot over my face.  She kissed
me, sucking my tongue, making me moan and press into her deep.  Then she
broke off the frenching kiss, raked her teeth down the side of my neck, and
began to whisper frantically, "I love feeling your big cock splitting me
open.  No one, no one, has ever reached so far inside me or filled me so
completely.  Fuck me, Sebastian.  Please, please fuck me!  Fuck me as hard
as you want, Sebastian, as deep, as fast..."

   The raw, soulful lust in her voice made me start to hammer into her now,
sledging into her with a primal frenzy that I knew I was unable to stop,
unable to control.  But what I could do was pleasure her as well so, using
a strength born of animal desire, I kept her hoisted up with one arm while
I used my free hand to reach between our roiling hips and pressed my thumb
against her puffy clit.  The response was immediate and powerful.  She let
out a shriek as the tiny button pulsed wildly and she clawed wildly at my
shoulders for purchase as another orgasmic explosion crashed down on her,
drowning her in aqueous bliss.

   "Yes.  Yes!  Please!," Mrs Lunsford sobbed in her elation.  "Please keep
fucking me so good..."

   Feeling my true love's rapture and her insatiable need for more taking
me to places I couldn't have imagined and made my cock swell impossibly
more inside her, stretching her wide, plundering her most private flesh
with single-minded urgency.  I worked my whole body against her, never
forgetting to flatten my fingers above her unhooded clit, shoving her nerve
nexus against my rough-pumping cock with each stroke as I sank home again
and again.  Her climaxes were coming fast and furious in an erotic chain
reaction, her pussy clenching me with those telltale tight, wringing
squeezes, as she bucked like a wild mare, her voluptuous body blushed and
sheening, her vaginal juices flowing in a river of joy.

   I was close, so close ~~ the agonizing tension making me grab her
cushiony ass in a near death grip, made my fingers digging painfully into
her tender cheeks, made my lungs burn with fire and my veins run raw,
tortured muscles screaming as I pushed myself in to the root with every
blisteringly hard stroke.  Then her voice was in my ear.  "Fuck me,
Sebastian," she managed to breathe out.  "Fuck your woman.  Give me your
cum."

   I felt something in my body respond to her selfless love, finally
letting go.  A dazzling brightness burst behind my eyes and the tension
that had been building so relentlessly ignited and shattered into deep,
molten waves, a flashfire that cauterized every nerve and cell within a
cascade of fiery bliss.  I roared out her name and felt my body completely
engulfed in a series of cataclysmic convulsions mirroring the pulses of
thick burning liquid spurting hard enough for her to feel deep in her
molten core.  I felt her clinging to me but when another lightning strike
orgasm flashed through her, clenching her passage tight around my shaft
shooting deep into her womb, she possessively grabbed me with her pussy,
squeezing me tight, marking me as her own.  I was immediately lost in a
tumultuous sea of feelings too exquisite to describe and began to sob,
dropping my head to her shoulder, leaning against her even as I held her
aloft.

   Once my brain cells came fully alive again and I found Mrs Lunsford had
tenderly wrapped her arms around my neck and was holding me there, allowing
out thundering heartbeats to slowly ease, I felt certain that nothing could
ever top the glorious splendor of what we had shared.  And, if I had had
the choice, I would have eagerly traded living in this precious moment for
a few minutes more than an eternity without her.

   "Are you okay?" She touched my cheek, affectionately stroking my hair.

   I nodded, snuggling closer to her.  "I have never felt so okay in my
whole life."

   Patient Reader

   I really wanted to put the "morning after" in right here.  Our two
characters have a lot to discuss and I will not be skimping out on the
emotional aftereffects of what has just happened here.  This is not a
stroke story and I want the characters arc and development to be just as
compelling as the naughty bits *Ok, that sounds cliched even to me.  But it
has the additional benefit of being true*

   That all being said, when I started to outline the conversation, it felt
just like what I'm writing now - an add-on.  It doesn't deserve that - that
sharing of emotions and viewpoints deserves to be highlighted by itself. 
Of course that's going to present its own challenges but thats my problem,
not yours.

   A few quick points that my lovely proofreader/editor/voice 'o' reason
has shared with me.

   1) Not plausible that Sebastian would perform as well as he has for his
first time.

   That is true, but plausibility has a different standard in the
erotica/porn world.  This wasn't written as a virgin story.  Besides, he's
banging Ethan on the side.  Which leads us to..

   2) How can you have Sebastian pledging his undying love to Mrs Lunsford
when he's sexing it up with her son?

   Sebastian happens to be a master of compartmentalizing.  Ok, there's
that but there are also certain themes I'm trying to thread here that
haven't been spotlighted (though they have been hinted at) and all that
will become evident in later chapters.  If you stick around.  Which I
really hope you do.

   Thoughts, comments, criticisms, whatever - ShadesOfExtasy@Hotmail.com.

   Love Thy Neighbor - Chapter 6 of 14 (?)

   The latest episode in the saga of a Catholic High School Senior, his
best friend, and his best friend's sexy mom.  In the last chapter Sebastian
and Mrs Lunsford found themselves once more caught up in a maelstrom of
desire and lust.  Now, with the flames of passion burning down, Sebastian
finds that forbidden love leads to hurting the ones we cherish.  Reeling
from the anguish of heartbreak, he looks to cleanse his soul in the
Confessional, but finds a sexy nun leads him down the primrose path to sin.
Written in my trademark purplish prose, tumultuous emotions and heartfelt
desires are churning hot and heavy.

   10,000 words.  MF Phone Sex (of sorts)

   For some inexplicable reason, we were both hungry, no, famished.  It was
four in the morning and luminous moonlight spilled through the kitchen
windows as I raided the refrigerator with the single-minded urgency of a
starving man.  I found a half dozen eggs and when I turned to grab the
mixing bowl and beater, I found Mrs.  Lunsford perched on a stool, the
implements I needed already on the counter.  She looked casually sexy in
her silk kimono and freshly-washed hair, her elbows propped on the counter,
watching me, trying to hide a smile.

   "What's that smile about?" I asked as I cracked the eggs into the bowl,
whipping up an omelet.

   "Nothing." She grinned, intently watching the way I whisked the eggs
together.  "Where did you learn to cook?"

   "C'mon, you know my mom, professional patisserie chef that she used to
be, made me learn," I chastised her as I poured the soupy mix in the pan.

   She girlishly stuck her tongue out at me and wrapped her calves around
the rungs of the stool.  The split in her robe rode up, giving me an
excellent view of the smooth, velvety skin of her thighs.  I loved the
subtle interplay between her muscles and her knee as she shifted anxiously
on the stool, her appetite just as voracious as mine.

   Popping toast out of the toaster, I buttered and jellied it quickly,
positioning the triangled slices on the plates and cutting the omelet
neatly in two.  "And voilá." I set one plate before her and before I had
even pulled up a stool to join her, she was digging into her food with
relish.

   I glanced at her.  "Acceptable, Mrs.  Lunsford?"

   "Mmm," she replied with her mouth full, staring at me for a moment. 
"No, enough of that, Sebastian" she said seriously and I wondered for a
moment what I had done to offend her.  "Not Mrs.  Lunsford, not after
everything that has happened." She blushed to the tips of her ears for a
split-second, then regained that professional confidence I found so
appealing.  "We're both adults, you call me Elaine"

   "Ok, Elaine," I said, beaming from ear to ear.  She laughed at my
exhilaration and I think we polished our plates off in what seemed like
four bites.  Grabbing an orange from a nearby bowl on the counter, I peeled
it for her before starting on one for me.

   "So tell me about Karl."

   I could see her visibly clench at the mere mention.  "You knew him. 
What more do you want to know?"

   "Everything.  At least, everything you want to tell me."

   I could tell she didn't want to tell me anything, that it was private.
But I wasn't just going to be some neighbor's kid she just fucked and
forgot about.  So I kept staring at her until she flushed, scowling down at
her plate.  "So ask."

   "College sweethearts, I take it?"

   Her head snapped up and she glared at me, visibly outraged.  But I gazed
at her firmly, not backing down.  "Elaine, you're going to have to talk
about it sometime."

   "Fine." She shoved her plate away.  "Yeah.  GulfCoast University.  We
met at the mandatory freshman chem class..." Abruptly, something inside her
crumpled and her face fell, stricken with agonizing grief.  I was already
around the counter, reaching out for her as she slid vulnerably into my
supporting arms, sobbing as her heart broke.  "I miss him, Sebastian.  I
miss him so much."

   "I know you do." I held her, rocking her slightly, my hands gently
caressing her hair as she cried.

   A long time later, the tears finally stopped and she huddled against my
chest.  Then she pushed herself away.

   "What is it?" I asked, concerned.

   "I... I guess I'm embarrassed," she replied, a little flustered.  "I
feel as if you had caught me with my panties down." She paused, a wry grin
coming over her pretty face.  "Though why that would bother me after
everything we have done tonight, I surely do not know."

   I paused, reminded that I had to come clean about something, an
admission that made my pulse beat rapidly in my ears.  "Ms.  Lunsford...I
mean, Elaine, I have a mild confession."

   "Only a mild one?" she asked, cocking a finely shaped eyebrow.

   "Well, maybe mild to you but severe for me." I cleared my throat,
terribly worried about how she might take what I was about to say.  "That
night, y'know, the night you saw me in the bathroom, I-"

   "You watched me." She stated matter-of-factly.  I must have gaped at her
in my astonishment and she giggled at my flabbergasted expression.  "I knew
you were there pretty much from the moment you got there.  When I went to
bed and had looked over toward the bathroom and saw your shadow standing
there, staring into my room, it thrilled me to think that a sexy,
sophisticated young man would be turned on by me.  The rest, well, let's
just say you inspired me."

   I blushed, feeling my face flame.

   "You sparked something in me, something I hadn't felt since Karl died. I
wanted to do something daring, something I had never done before.  That's I
decided to take a chance and masturbate in front of you, acting like I
didn't know you were watching me, jerking off." She paused, taking a
shuddery breath.  "It was the most thrilling thing I have ever done, well
up until tonight.  It was the danger of what your response might have been
and that's what made it all the more exciting, the reality of being watched
by a man twenty years my junior."

   I felt a surging rush of elation, knowing that I had affected this
desirable woman so deeply.  "I have had a crush on you for longer than I
can remember." I paused, rethinking my chaotically jumbled thoughts.  "No,
you're no mere crush but a near obsession for me.  How many times have I
watched your lips curve into that sweet smile of yours, part with your
lovely laughter, flirt with the edge of a wineglass?  I've long lost count
but tasting you ... I never dreamed you would let me."

   "I have to be honest, with you, Sebastian," she whispered.  "I have had
been attracted to you for a long time.  You've grown into a fine, strapping
man." She gestured toward me, her big, bright eyes openly raking over my
body, dressed as I was in a towel wrapped around my waist and nothing else.
"And when I noticed you looking at me, the thrill, the rush of knowing a
man wanted me came back." She bit her lower lip in that adorable way only
women can seem to do.  "About a month ago, I was over at your house and you
looked at me the way you do and I suddenly wanted to taste you, bite you,
ride you hard.  I would have jumped you right then and there if Marilee
hadn't..."

   "Is that what stopped you?  My mother?"

   Her face contorted in a look of anguish.  "Oh, God.  Your mother...
She's my closest friend.  How can I destroy a treasured friendship I've had
with her for over twenty years?"

   "Let me worry about Mom."

   "Don't be naïve, Sebastian," she snorted.  "No matter what you said, she
would view me at very best as a geriatric slut who split your family apart.
There's an ugly word for women like me who seduce younger men like yourself
by offering them big-boy candy."

   "You are speaking as if you think I care what other people think when
all I care is what you think," I responded defiantly.

   She shook her head sadly.  "It's not that simple.  I have complicated
dynamics to consider, in your home, in my home, at my job.  How am I
supposed to tell the CEO, or my own mother for that matter, that I'm
corrupting a teenager when I should be dating men closer in age to the
boy's father?"

   "The boy?" I heard my voice frost over, felt my jaw, already tight, turn
stony.  "Boy?"

   She flushed.  "I'm not saying I think you're a boy.  I'm telling you how
everyone else would see it."

   This was a deal breaker, the thing that could crush us before we even
started.  I carefully considered my next words, calculating the risk of
what I was about to do.  "Elaine, am I a boy to you?" I breathed, dropping
the towel.

   She gasped, her breath coming in little hitches as she openly stared at
my flaccid yet still impressively hefty cock.  I could see her nipples
immediately raise, her breasts visibly swelling.With visible effort, Elaine
raised her eyes to meet mine.  "It doesn't matter what I think."

   "It matters to me.  I want to know if you think of me as a boy." I
pressed my lips in a fine line, my eyes burning into her so fiercely she
flinched.  "Does this belong to a boy?" I demanded, gesturing downwards.

   She looked at me, eyes clouded, speaking in a tiny, emotion-racked
voice. "You think I don't want you back inside me immediately?  That I
think I might I die if you don't kiss me again soon." She looked up at me
almost accusingly.  "A boy?  No, never that.  You are all the man any
red-blooded woman could ever dream about." She paused, and though she still
wore her kimono, she never seemed as naked as she did right then.  "No one
ever has ever made love to me like you just did.  Oh, mine and my husband's
sex life had been lusty enough but there was something so overwhelming, so
elemental in the way you just fucked me.  Karl wasn't anything like
under-endowed, but your cock is a marvel." She started wringing her hands.
"What do you want from me?"

   Not clear what she meant, I reached over and affectionately touched her
cheek.  "It is you that I want, Elaine."

   At the touch of my hand she instantly sobered.  "No, Sebastian.  What do
you want from me?  A weekend fuck?  Or maybe just an experienced woman for
a hot stud like yourself to practice your night moves on?  Or some kind of
project, indulging in occasional sex with the lonely widow while you work
to score yourself or me a spouse?"

   "Why are you so angry?" I replied calmly, letting her outburst was over
me.  "You know in your heart that none of what you are saying is true."

   She averted her gaze, shaking her head.  Grasping both of her hands in
his, I brought them to my chest and spread her palms over his heart.  The
flush in her face deepened when she felt the fast-paced thumping within.

   "Feel this, Elaine.  This is what you do to me." She stared at my chest
hands, seemingly unable to take her widened eyes off her slim fingers
splayed across the hard swells of my pectorals.  "Look at me," I said and
her dusky eyes rose to meet mine.  "This is not just some mere physical
attraction.  Although believe me, I would like nothing more than to take
you upstairs and slide deep into your core, let you feel my balls thumping
your cute bottom."

   The vividly erotic image I painted for her had her squirming. 
"Sebastian."

   "I'm talking about what's inside." I skimmed my finger between her
surging breasts, a slow lazy touch designed to drive her crazy with need.
"You have a beautiful spirit, a loving soul, sweetheart." Her eyes were
open and vulnerable, so infinitely tender I was sure she would melt.  "Let
me be the one you share them with."

   She tried to move back but I held her hands tightly against his chest.
"You're smothering me, Sebastian.  This is too fast..."

   "No, Elaine.  It's not.  I've waited years.  I'm not inclined to wait
any longer.  Besides," I lowered my lips to her ear and whispered, "I can
make you very happy."

   She tried again to remove herself from his grip, to no avail.  I was
killing her, deliberately breaking her down.  "It's not just that,
Sebastian." she said.  "I'm... Oh, God."

   "What?" I said, releasing her hands, only to bring her into my arms,
swirling my thumbs on her delicate shoulders.

   "Every instinct is telling me to run, get away from you before I lose
control and do something I'll regret," she blurted out in a rush.  She
paused considering what she had just said.  "Of course it's too late for
that.  I know now that I can never be the same around you, having
completely enjoyed your fat cock and every friction-loaded inch of you,
whenever Marilee and I inevitably get together.  But even I can admit
that's a relatively superficial problem.  But there's a second problem, and
that is up until tonight I could have dismissed my attraction to you as a
passing phase.  Not anymore.  Not when I realize that I've fallen for you,
and that by fucking me, I feel almost as if you've branded me as your own.
I think that if I were to see you with someone else, it would destroy me."

   I felt my spirit soar.  My soul danced with unfettered joy.  "Oh, my
God, Elaine.  Do you hear what you are saying?  Do you know what this
means?'

   To my shock and dismay, her shoulders slumped and she looked unsure of
herself.  "You want this now, Sebastian, and I admit that I do too, but you
must know that later inevitably you'll regret it.  Maybe even hate me."

   "Never.  I won't regret you ever.  I've wanted you too long to regret
having you.  As for hate" I scoffed, my soul still dancing at her
admission, though the rational part of my mind, near-silence by my
exuberance, fuzzily puzzled by her morose response.

   "I just mean... I'm forty-four, you know"

   "Yes, I know."

   "I'm a widowed, forty-four-year-old woman." She gave me a look tinged
with self-effacing humor.  "That alone should have you sprinting for
cover."

   I couldn't help the little chuckle springing from my throat, relieved
the woman I had grown to love was making her return.  "It'd take more than
that to keep me away now, Elaine.

   She offered up a small smile.

   "And as for your age..." I stopped when she sighed loudly.  "Elaine, is
that what you're so worried about?  Our age difference?" I drew her closer,
kneading the muscles of her back that immediately began to tighten.  I had
meant the caressing touch to be reassuring, but couldn't say I was sorry
for the way it seemed to her it reignited the flames burning inside her. 
"Ah, baby, that would never be an issue for me.  Why should it be one for
you?"

   "Because it is," she admitted before pushing me back.  "It's a major
issue with me."

   "Why?"

   She pushed herself away, glaring at me.  When she started to speak, her
voice trembled with a disturbing mixture of seething, misplaced anger and
corrosive insecurity.  "What do you see when you looked at me?  Do you see
my not-as-perky boobs and the onset of cellulite on my thighs?  My tummy
isn't so tight, either; I really need to do more crunches at the gym.  My
upper arms are looser too.  Basically, I'm headed in the same downward
direction my mother has gone.  Will you still want me when my boobs drop to
my belly button and my pussy lips get all prunie with age?  You don't see
it now yet you'll feel trapped with my old body when yours is just reaching
your prime and younger, sexier women want you to warm their beds.  You'll
leave me for them!"

   "The only ugliness I could ever see in you," I responded, my words
speaking the very truth of my aching heart, "would be in an insecurity I
never dreamed could exist in such a dynamically confident woman, one that
we could deal with together."

   "As if a boy like you could ever offer me anything real," she spat, the
nasty spite drenching her insult leaving me reeling.  She laughed, a short
barking sound, at the discovery of the pain she had inflicted upon me.  "Oh
no, the little boy has opened his eyes and started to find out about the
cruel cruel world." Her voice was witheringly sarcastic, viciously cruel,
slicing me open to the very bone.

   I did not respond, knew they were words born of confusion and heartache.
But they cut and cut deep, leaving my very soul bleeding.

   Realizing what she had said, Elaine winced.  "Sebastian, I didn't mean
that.  I didn't mean..."

   "What exactly did you mean, Elaine?"

   "Oh God, I don't know, Sebastian.  I didn't ~~"

   "How old do you think I am?"

   She laughed helplessly and reached up to play with chain around his
neck, trying to make a joke of it.  "Old enough to drive a car legally, I
hope."

   Gently but firmly, I took her hand in mine and lifted it away from my
neck.  "I'm eighteen, Elaine.  I'm the same age your husband was when you
met him." I held her in my gaze.  "I'm not just some kid being led around
by his dick."

   "Sebastian, I never said ~~"

   "No, but you thought it.  And, now that I think about it, it's been
inbetween the lines in damn near every thing you said tonight."

   She tried to reach for me again but I deliberately stepped back out of
her reach and turned toward the kitchen door, grabbing my
previously-discarded clothes still tossed pell mell all over the kitchen
floor.

   "Sebastian, where are you going?" she asked in a tiny voice as I tugged
on my pants and picked up my shirt

   I stopped in the doorway, looking back, my face hard for fear I might
start crying.  "I'm going home.  I have swim practice in a few hours."

   Sliding off the stool, she followed me into the living room, watching me
pull on the shoes I'd kicked off earlier.

   "Sebastian..."

   I glared at her and she recoiled.  This wasn't like the hurt, sullen
anger I'd felt earlier this evening.  What I felt now was hard, resolute,
almost emotionless.  "I want you, Elaine.  I've wanted you for longer than
I can remember.  But I am not just some kid you can fuck to make yourself
fell better about yourself then dismiss whenever your insecurities raise
their ugly heads.  And until you can accept that, the only thing I am, the
only thing I'm willing to be, is your son's best friend.  Are we clear on
that?"

   "Sebastian, I ~~"

   "Are we clear?"

   She nodded dumbly, looking as miserable as I felt.  "Sebastian, I'm so
sorry."

   "I'm not." I leaned down to pull on then tie up my shoes before sitting
back up to face her.  When she couldn't even bring herself to meet my gaze,
I came as close as I ever have to truly hating myself.  But there was
nothing else to do.  I walked from the kitchen and paused in the archway.
"Goodbye, Elaine."

   A moment later I opened the front door, closed it, and sank to the front
step, wrapping my arms around the gaping hole in my chest.  I wanted there
to be red agony, washes of nauseating anguish, anything but the
soul-draining deadness.  I desperately wanted her to come to the door, but
she never did and as I somehow made it to my feet and staggered down the
walkway, all I could numbly think of was `Dear God, I'm eighteen years old.
What will I do for the rest of my life without her?'



   * * * * *



   The first time I saw Elaine after what happened was in the local Harvest
Fresh supermarket.  I was running back to get a loaf of Italian Wheat bread
for my mother and there she was, standing in the baked goods section.  Even
pushing one of those grocery carts with the clackety wheels, pausing to put
a selection of blueberry bagels in, she was five foot six of nothing but
pure female sensuality.

   Oh, God.

   I whirled around, the mere sight of her making me feel like melting, but
I determined to myself I wouldn't say anything.  So why was it when I
sensed the tingle on the back of my neck that told me she was watching me I
couldn't help but automatically turn around?  I had to puzzle out my
motivations later because when we locked eyes from opposite sides of the
large space, a wave of heated regret blazed through me.  It would take
every ounce of willpower not to beg her to take me back.

   "Hi, Sebastian."

   As she headed straight for me, the naked lust in her expression shocked
me such that I fumbled my basket.  "Elaine!"

   I immediately blushed at calling her by her Christian name and then what
it did to her hungry expression, warmth from her fiery stare spreading
through my body.  Would I be able to do it?  Could I resist her until she
agreed to be on equal terms?

   When she walked over to me casually, looking for all the world like a
female predatory animal, honing in on me, like her prey, I broke eye
contact and turned away.  Put my back to the one woman who could make me
lose control.

   The clacking of the wheel over the faux-brick floor put her directly
behind me and when I turned we stood there for a silent moment, and I knew
she was remembering the torrid night we shared.  An graphic image of her
underneath me, wearing nothing but those heels, with those long legs
wrapped around him, while I pumped into that wet pussy, surged unbidden
into my mind.  I had a near-irresistible urge to touch her but somehow
fought it off.  Her flashing eyes impudently moved over my school uniform
~~ my mother had picked me up early from school for an optometrist
appointment, the chemical drops they put in my eyes for the examination
precluding me from driving, and then we'd come here ~~ lingering wickedly
at the stirring bulge of my groin and then moving up again.

   She glanced into my basket and for some childish reason I didn't want
her to see so I let it down to swing at my side.  Too late.  She peered
into it anyways "Lettuce?  And wheat bread?  A unique combination."

   "Yes, my mom's making taco salad," I said.  Just seeing her, even in
this mundane domestic environment, made something thick lodge in my throat
and it was with some difficulty that I finished my explanation.  "For
dinner tonight.  As for the bread, we're out."

   "I'm here picking up these bagels," she replied, clearly trying to make
small talk with me, failing miserably.  "You know how much I enjoy them."

   "And now you have them," I responded curtly ~~ a clear dismissal, and
though I knew it needed to be done, my heart ached with it.  "Guess you
better get on back home."

   "Sebastian!" It was my mother's voice from behind me.

   Her voice changed, becoming that fake tone that all the adults around me
seemed to speak in.  "Marilee!  How are you?"

   "Hi, Elaine." My mother pushed the cart up beside me.  "I'm good, how
are you and Ethan?"

   "Great." She smiled.  It was a far cry from her real smile.  She was
trying to catch my eye but I was steadfastly avoiding her.

   "Can you believe they're seniors already?" My mother reached for the
lettuce and I relinquished it.  "I forgot the mozzarella, too, Sebastian. I
don't know what I was thinking!"

   "They sure do grow fast," Mrs.  Lunsford agreed, still trying to catch
my attention while I was carefully avoiding her shimmering eyes.  "Oh,
that's right, I totally forgot." She sidestepped my mom, looking directly
at me.  "Sebastian, Ethan asked me to remind you that you agreed to come
over this weekend to work on your Physics midterm project."

   It was a total lie, of course.  Ethan wasn't even in my physics class.
But she distracted me from her clumsy deception by putting heel up on the
bottom rack of the cart and leaning forward, her blouse parting at the
neck. I couldn't help but let my eyes settle on the sumptuous flesh
revealed.  Thankfully my mom didn't notice, too busy fishing out her
well-worn event planner/ phone number book from the depths of her
overstuffed purse.

   "That's due next week, is it?  Well, maybe Ethan can spend the night at
our place, instead?  I hardly ever see Sebastian anymore, it seems!"

   Elaine raised her artfully plucked eyebrows.  "That would be ~~"

   "Oh, wait!" My mother sighed, tapping her notebook glancing at me.  "I
forgot, your father and I are meeting with James Bryson having that
weekend." She paused, looking over at Elaine.  "Have you ever met our
banker?"

   "I believe you introduced me at the Mottsinger's party," she responded
somewhat disinterestedly, gazing over at me where I was gripping the handle
of our basket so hard it was whitening my knuckles.  The unspoken tension
between us was killing me.

   "I'm sorry, Elaine," Mum apologized, flipping back and forth through her
date book.  "Yep, it's this weekend."

   "So you can do it at our house, then, Sebastian?  Since it's due next
week and all..."

   "You would be doing me and Tom such a favor, Elaine." My mother smiled,
referring to my father.  "I'd really appreciate it."

   "Oh, it's no problem at all, Marilee," she responded, fishing in her own
pocketbook while her eyes went from my mom's to mine.  Once she knew she
had my attention, she took a tube of lipstick, uncapped it, and touched the
burgundy shaft to her mouth and touched her pouty lip, wetting it and
rubbing it there, trying to tell me with her eyes how much she wanted me. I
got the message ~~ felt my face burn and had to shift positions behind my
mother to try to conceal my hardening cock that was tenting my cock.  I
didn't do a good job because a beautiful flush came across her
cheeks."Believe me, it will be a pleasure."

   Unable to stand it anymore, I tugged on my mother's arm and said, "I've
got something I have to do and we have to run." Mom gaped quizzically up at
me but didn't resist as I gently but firmly led her away.  "It was good
seeing you, Mrs.  Lunsford," I said, knowing it didn't sound like I meant
it but I didn't bother to even turn around.

   My mum asked what that was all about and I gave her some half-assed
excuse as we made our way up to the crowded registers.  When she started
unloading the items onto the belt, she held up the salsa.  ""Oh, damn," she
swore, holding the jar.  "Sebastian, this is mild, and I know you guys like
the hot.  Can you run back for one?"

   Cursing inwards, I bit my tongue and agreed, heading back towards the
chip aisle.  My mind was still roiling with thoughts of Elaine, my chest
burning with the thought of spending two days with the woman I loved but
could not have.  I knew I had been almost downright rude to her when she
had tried to extend the olive branch to me ~~ and then I felt a twinge of
guilt.

   It took me several minutes of searching through the various dips and
salsas before I found the kind we liked best, Bandito brand and replaced
the mild with a jar marked "hot".

   "Hi, again," a feminine voice said, coming up behind while she tapped me
lightly on the shoulder.

   I whirled around and found Elaine standing there.  "I needed some
picante sauce," she said, holding up the jar as explanation.  She then
looked to see what I was holding and giggled.  "Sebastian, why am I not
surprised you like the hot stuff."

   "Uh-huh." I mumbled, blushing at her intentional double entendre that
had taken me completely off balance.

   She cocked her head and frowned.  "Sebastian, are you still angry with
me?"

   I uncomfortably cleared my throat.  "No, Elaine.  I just..." My eyes
fell to the tile and I nervously shifted the basket from one hand to the
other, my heart pounding in my ears.  She was the woman of my fantasies but
I was still not convinced she thought of me as an equal.  That didn't stop
me from feeling my world was spun off its axel anytime she was near.  "I
just don't think we should... do this."

   "Talk in a supermarket aisle?" She was looking at me with genuine
concern, those eyes of her damn near liquid.

   "No, Mrs.  Lunsford." I shook my head and sighed at this wracking
conundrum I found myself in.

   "Sebastian." She touched my arm.

   I could feel the affection in her, but the mere fact that she didn't
insist on me calling her `Elaine' seemed like confirmation that her general
attitude towards me still hadn't changed.  Childish?  Perhaps, but it was
with sadness I took my hand to hers and gently took it off my forearm. 
"I'm sorry but this isn't going to happen."

   I turned and walked down the aisle and felt her watching me go.  I had
this strange feeling she willing me to look back, to see her when all she
could do was watch me leave, but he didn't.  I had this dreadful feeling,
that same sickening sensation I got when I knew I'd done something really
wrong.  I tried staving it off, but it curled up in my belly like a
menacing serpent and stayed there, well after I took the salsa back to my
mother and we went through the checkout lane.

   I saw Elaine again in the parking lot and she even waved at me, but I
didn't wave back, although I knew she knew that I saw her.  I slammed the
trunk closed and got quickly into our car, and as we drove out of the
parking lot, I had the distinct sensation that something was chasing me.

   If I thought I had gone through the wringer after that first time I had
had sex with Elaine and she had rejected me afterwards, it was nothing to
the disturbing turmoil I found myself in now.  I couldn't understand this
depression I found myself sinking into.  It made no sense and, worst of
all, I couldn't see a resolution to the emotional quagmire.  The more I
thought about it, the more I knew what I had to do ~~ as much as I didn't
want to.  That's how I ended up standing in line at the confessional after
mass with all the rest of the penitent boys, waiting my turn to atone for
my many sins.  I didn't even have Ethan for moral support ~~ like almost
every other day in the past month, he was skipping classes and today had
skipped mass altogether to go meet Erica.

   "Come on, go already," the boy behind me whined, an acne-ridden
sophomore with greasy brown hair and a full set of braces.

   It was my turn.  I stared at the heavy oaken door and started forward
and then stopped, my mind whirling with nebulous apprehension.

   "You go ahead." I waved him past.

   The sophomore rolled his eyes, pushing up his glasses as she huffingly
swept by me.  There were six more guys to go, and I stealthily slipped down
the line against the brick wall, unobtrusively falling in behind the last.
It had been two years since I had last smoked my nails, a nasty habit that
lasted for six months before I was caught trying to shoplift a pack of
Montecitos by a security guard who also happened to be an off duty police
officer who terrified me for a half hour with his lurid tales of what
happened in the Marlborough county jail before releasing me on my own
recognizance.  But I was seriously tempted to risk being tossed in with the
kiddie rapers and Gun Dogg gang members for a smoke by the time the line
had dwindled to me and one other student.

   "Do you want to go?" he asked me as the confessional door opened. 
"You've been waiting the longest."

   "No!" I exclaimed.  "No, that's ok.  I don't mind waiting.  Take your
time."

   He gave me a funny look, going into the confessional.  I paced the wall,
up and down, sucking on a pencil in the demented hope that somehow there
might be some nicotine mixed in with the paint.  I secretly hoped that guy
ahead of me had a lot to confess.  I didn't know him very well ~~ maybe he
stole from his parent's liquor cabinet, or maybe he was a compulsive
gambler, or maybe he did something really awful, like strangling
prostitutes in seedy hotels or...

   Or maybe he just slept with his best friend and his best friend's mom.

   The door opened and he came out.  Definitely not a serial killer ~~ he
hadn't spent anywhere near enough time in the box.  He practically waltzed
past me, and I knew, if I could just manage to get the damning words that
weighed so heavily upon me out in the confessional, that I would feel
freer, too.

   "Bless me, sister, for I have sinned..."

   Man, oh, man, have I sinned.

   The darkness was engulfing and I could hear the nun's slow, even
breathing through the screen.  I knew it was probably the matronly Mother
Superior ~~ she was the one who lately almost always took our confessions.

   Perhaps I should explain something here.  The concept of confession is,
I believe, unique to the Catholic Church and outsiders may not be familiar
with it.  In brief, Confession, or as its technically known as Penance, is
simply the confessor listing off his or her major, known as mortal, sins to
a priest who acts as sort of a liaison for God and the church.  He imparts
forgiveness, known as absolution.  Of course, simply relating your
transgressions isn't enough ~~ you have to be genuinely sorry because
remember that, no matter if you have fooled the priest, you can't fool God.
Of course, there's usually punishment, known as contrition, typically in
the form of prayer, self-denial, or acts of kindness to others.

   Typically, the only people who can hear confessions and absolve sins
through this Sacrament are validly ordained priests, monsignors or bishops.
You are allowed to go to any priest in any parish for confession but
deacons, monks, acolytes and nuns can never hear confessions nor can they
absolve sins.  But the reality is the Catholic Church is direly short of
priests, even at a wealthy private school like Saint Thomas.  With the rule
being every student at both our school and Sisters of Charity must go to
confession at least once a month, that totaled nearly 3,000 confessions,
something they could not handle.  And so they had the Sisters more and more
hearing confession and taking them back to the priests to be forgiven by
proxy.

   "My last confession was two months ago..." Two months.  Had it only been
two months?!  I couldn't believe the things that had happened since then ~~
it felt like a well-lived lifetime.

   "Go on." To my astonishment, it wasn't the gruff wheeze of that old
dowager Mother Superior but the soft voice of Sister Chastity's, easily the
youngest and most attractive of all the nuns of the Sisters of Charity.  I
could picture her pink-cheeked and nodding, dressed in her white coif and
black robes that we all suspected she had put darts down the inside of so
it would pull tighter across her breasts and emphasize her waist, but only
subtly so as not to arouse the suspicions of her fellow celibates.  I could
hear the gracious smile that seemed forever present in her voice.  `That's
gonna change in just about minute,' I thought with a grimace.

   "Sister, I've done... I've really done some awful things..." I admitted,
twisting my hands in my lap.  "Mortal sins.  Lots of them.  Really bad
ones."

   There was a movement behind the screen, like she was sitting up straight
in her chair.  "Go on, my child."

   "I've... I've looked at dirty pictures, Sister." I decided it was best
to start at the beginning of my downfall into iniquity and work my way
backwards.

   "What do you mean?" Her alto voice moved audibly closer to the screen
between us.  "What kinds of dirty pictures?"

   "Oh, Sister." I sighed, feeling relief already over my ability to speak
openly about these things I had kept hidden.  "All kinds.  There were ones
with men having sex with women in all sorts of ways, and ones with men
having sex with other men..."

   "How do you feel about looking at them, child?"

   "I... guess... I feel guilty."

   "I hate to tell you this, my child, but you don't sound like you feel
guilty.  Perhaps if you went into further detail of your sinful behavior
you will find the genuine remorse that is your only hope to guide you to
true absolution."

   I sighed.  She had me there.  "Well... when I was looking at the
pictures..." I was eternally thankful for the cloaking darkness and my
isolation.  It made it easier to unburden my soul.  "The things I saw made
me feel... funny."

   "Funny... how?" She shifted in his seat again.

   I blushed, remembering the lecherous sensations I had first experienced.
"Between my legs, Sister.  Down there."

   She didn't respond, and I went on.  "And, even though I knew that this
pornography was wicked, it felt soooo good... I couldn't help it, Sister. I
had to touch myself."

   "You touched yourself... down there?" Her voice got even lower than the
normal solemn confessional tone she used.

   "Yes," I admitted with a heavy-hearted sigh.  "I looked at those obscene
pictures, and then we watched the videos..."

   "Videos?" she inquired.  "Who are we?"

   "Oh..." I swallowed, having had no intention on bringing up Ethan.  But
the cat was out of the bag and I had no choice but to forge ahead "My best
friend and me.  We found the pictures and the movies hidden under his
mother's bed."

   "He watched them with you?"

   "Yes, Sister," I said.  "That's another thing... we... we touched each
other, too."

   There was a long profound silence.

   "Sister?"

   "Go on," she urged, clearing her throat.  "Tell me everything.  It is
only through a full disclosure that you can purge yourself of these vices"

   "She had a vibrator," I continued, feeling the heat burning in my face.
"And he showed me... how to put it inside... how to masturbate... with
it..."

   "Is that all?"

   "No." I lifted my hands to my fiery cheeks in a vain attempt to cool
them.  "Not even close.  Oh, Sister, we were so naughty..."

   "How naughty?" Her voice seemed closer now.

   "The first time, I just played with the vibrator, and then I watched him
do it... and we both... we both had orgasms.  Watching the videos, where
all the naked people were having sex and touching each other and..." I
gasped for breath, remembering it and feeling the delicious heat from my
cheeks spreading in threading tendrils through my whole body.  My breathing
started to get labored and my unruly penis was surging between my legs.

   "Go on," she insisted.  "You should tell me everything.  It is your only
hope for salvation"

   "Okay," I agreed, closing my eyes, very much aware that the humiliation
I thought would be paralyzing me was nowhere intense as it probably should
have been.  "A few days later... we watched the movies again.  Only
different ones this time, one where two men who were sucking each other. 
Down there."

   Something like a soft moan came from behind the screen.

   "And my friend... he said... he would suck me... down there," I went on.


   There was that moan again, and she whispered something, but I couldn't
hear it.

   "So I let him, Sister.  I let him put out his tongue then open his mouth
and suck me and suck me... oh Sister, it's so wicked, I know, but it felt
so good!"

   I wriggled my hips, the sensation of the tender glans rubbing against
the sleek fabric of my pants feeding that throbbing ache.  The nun didn't
say anything, so I just kept talking.

   "Then he asked if I would suck him.  Oh Sister, I knew it was wrong...
but he wanted it so much, and I knew how good it would make him feel... I
couldn't help it.  I sucked him until he... he had an orgasm, too."

   Sister Chastity took a deep breath.  "Is that all?"

   "Oh, no, Sister!" I leaned back against the wall, thinking that I had so
much to absolve.  At first I had been concerned that maybe the nun would
have frowned on this excess of confession but instead she seemed to be
instigating it, perhaps thinking I was thoroughly cleansing my soul.  "I
forgot to tell you... about his mom."

   "Your friend's mother?" I could hear the frown in her expressive voice.

   "Yes," I said, remembering with great clarity that first fateful night.
"I saw her... that first time we looked at the dirty pictures, I got up
that night to go to the bathroom, and I saw her naked and touching
herself."

   "She was masturbating?"

   "Yes, Sister," I confirmed.  "She had her hand... between her legs...
and she was pumping two or three fingers inside her ... and her thumb was
rubbing her clitoris ... while she watched three people having sex..."

   "Three?"

   "Two men and a woman," I clarified.  "The woman was on her hands and
knees with the men both in front and behind her, one man ... putting his...
penis... into her mouth while the other took her ... from, well, behind."

   "She took both of them?"

   "Oh yes, Sister, but that wasn't all," I added.  "They did it like that
for a while, then the man in front went around and took the woman ... both
men in ... uh ... both her holes..."

   "Oh good Lord," she breathed and then loudly cleared her throat.  "Good
Lord, please hear this young man's sins so that he may be depurgated of his
veniality... go on, child..."

   "While the movie was going on, Mrs.  Lu ... err... my best friend's mom
was watching it and I watched her... slowly stroking herself like that..."
My hitching breath was coming faster in the dark and I was beginning to
burn with the smoldering desire balling up inside me.  "And I couldn't help
but touch myself, too..."

   "Did you have an ...orgasm?"

   "Yes," I whispered.  "Right when she did.  I'd never seen a woman... not
a real one... there was wetness everywhere... all over her hand and her
thighs..."

   "Oh my child," Sister Chastity breathed and for the first time I
imagined that beneath the sensible wool and hygienic cotton she was
mandated to wear was a storming female animal, her demon, you could say,
and that I had discovered it, unleashed it.  "This is all... so... very
naughty..."

   "Yes," I agreed.  "That's why I had to come tell you, Sister.  I'm so
unworthy.  God will never forgive me because even though I never meant for
it to go so far, I couldn't seem to stop.  My sin is too terrible but I
just can't seem to stop..."

   "What sin have you committed?  And exactly how far have you gone? 
Remember, only the truth can set you free." She leaned in again.

   "Too far," I admitted, blushing.  "All the way too far..."

   She was quiet and so was I.  Then, she asked, "You're no longer a
virgin?"

   "No, I'm no longer a virgin, Sister," I confessed, lowering my eyes in
shame.  I was hot now, breathing hard.  I could tell she was hot, the two
of us drowning in a heatwave, the confessional sultry, the knot of desire
tautening relentlessly just above my pubic bone, threatening to unhinge me.
"I've had sex.  What does the Bible say?  Carnal knowledge.  I know what
it's like to be inside a woman."

   "Go on." Her voice rasped like raw silk on my neck as I bowed my head.

   "And the worst of it is, I loved it, Sister.  I wanted more."

   I heard her swallow several times before she managed to answer me. 
"That makes you very bad, now, doesn't it?"

   "Oh, Sister, you... don't understand," I breathed.  "She's so... she
makes me feel so good.  Just being around her.  And I know she really likes
me, I can tell."

   "What happened?" There was a barely-concealed eagerness in her voice and
I had a sudden unbidden image spring fully-formed into my mind: Sister
Chastity lying on the narrow pallet in her monastic cell, blocking out the
prayers and promises of the day as she trailed her fingers up the soft skin
of her parting thighs...

   "I... I was at my friend's house overnight and went downstairs late,
late at night," I told her.  "She was in the living room, looking so sad. I
just wanted to be near her, comfort her, tell her that somehow everything
was going to be ok..."

   "Then?" she prompted after a moment.  I was too lost in my thoughts,
remembering Elaine and the way she looked up at me, like a drowning woman.

   "Then we talked... and before I knew it we were kissing." I felt my
penis respond to just the mere touch off that exquisite memory.  "And when
I began to touch her, we both knew, Sister, we knew it was wrong ... but
the minute I touched her ... sweet pussy, the moment my fingers slipped
inside her juicy wetness, I knew we just couldn't stop..."

   "Did you give her your virginity?"

   "Yes," I whispered.

   "Did you... consider... that perhaps you shouldn't ~~?"

   "Oh, Sister, I know." I nodded in the dark even though I knew she
couldn't see the gesture.  It wasn't entirely true, the truth being far
more complex.  But I didn't wish to delve into my painful relationship with
Elaine at that moment and focused on a subject I knew the nun could relate
to: Catholic guilt.  "I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it.  I
wanted her so much.  You don't understand.  I don't understand."
"It's alright, child," she soothed.  "Tell me what happened.  Tell me

everything."

   "Well, afterwards, she was very angry with me.  You see, she is widowed
and she thought that by having sex with me she had betrayed the memory of
her dead husband.  Then, by chance, a few weeks later we saw each other
again late at night at her house.  She said she had sorted through her
feelings and told me she wanted me to feel good so she got down on her
knees in front of me and took me into her pretty mouth."

   Sister Chastity groaned, not softly this time.  I had known she seemed
to be enjoying this far more than she should and I had started to cut out
some of the details to cut to `the good parts' for her sake and was
secretly delighted to see it had the intended effect upon her.  I couldn't
help but envision her once more in her lonely bedroom, forcing herself to
keep her masturbatory touch slow, resenting yet relishing the rhythmic,
frustrated twitching higher up, hungry to taste real, raw cock but willing
to settle for the banana or cucumber she had clandestinely saved from
dinner for surreptitious onanistic thrills later on.

   "She... took me into her mouth and... she sucked it... oh god, her
slippery tongue felt so good sliding all along it... I can't believe how
good it made me feel to have a warm, wet mouth on my cock... how can
something so wrong feel so good?"

   There were no words from behind the screen, but Sister Chastity's sultry
breathing was audible ~~ and fast.  It was so very easy to picture the
phallic shape of her chosen dildo approaching, untangling the burnished
hairs between her scissored legs, teasing apart the soft folds, pushing up
into the desperate darkness...

   "And then I came..." I didn't know if the virginal nun would know that
slang term, but I was so distracted, and she didn't ask for clarification.
"I filled her mouth with all of my hot, sticky stuff... and she swallowed
it all..."

   "Oh," Sister Chastity breathed, and I heard her make a low noise, and
there was some distinctive shuffling going on behind the screen.

   "I knew that giving me that blowjob had made her really horny," I
explained, closing my eyes and remembering, reliving it, "because while she
had been sucking me she had been stroking herself.  Moaning and thrusting
her pussy up into her hand, making her fingers so wet."

   "Horny," Sister Chastity repeated, sounding dazed.

   "Yes, sooo very horny," I admitted.  I was horny now ~~ I could feel my
cock as thick and rigid as a cast iron rod on my thighs when I squeezed my
legs together.  "And I wanted her so much.  I went over to her and started
kissing and licking her.  When I got to her ... her pussy I started kissing
and licking it the way I'd seen in the dirty movies I had watched.  After
only a few minutes she began to moan and thrash about and then she came all
over my face, Sister, her tasty girlcum started shooting over my sucking
lips and whirring tongue the way it had squirted across her rubbing hand
and squeezing thighs that first night..."

   She said nothing, that indicatory sussurating rhythmic sound emanating
from her side of the confessional telling me all I needed to know.  There
was no more pretending that this was me clinically telling her how it
happened, just that once, so maybe I would stop craving it, to be pure
again.  What I had succeeded in was, despite the efforts of all the other
nuns to unsex her, I had reminded Sister Chastity that she was a
red-blooded woman.  The only thing I had to confess to myself was that I
loved that this was all so forbidden.  That she was forbidden.

   "When I came back up, we both jumped towards one another," abruptly
changing my style from the halting tones of the confesser to the smooth
voice of a seducer.  "Our mouths met, the undulating surface of our lips
electrified, drawn magnetically until we were licking, then nibbling, now
biting.  Tell me, Sister, how can the speaking part of your face send such
silent, fiery currents shooting through the rest of your body, sparking in
your nipples so that they harden into pebbles, searing down your belly
until your ass starts clenching with ferocious longing?"

   She didn't respond, unless you call the shuddery intake of breath a
response.  I wasn't faring much better, my own breathing fast, too, and my
cock literally twinging for me to touch it.  I fought the urge to take
myself in hand, knowing that when I did I would not last long, my crisis
leaving me squirming on the hard seat.

   "We kissed as if we wanted to eat each other," I went on.  "While my
hands kneaded her soft, warm bottom, bumping her fiercely against me, she
was sexily undulating against me, throatily crooning when she began
gyrating her juicy softness against the lengthy ridge of my hardness she
had discovered.  In mere moments I felt the honeyed dampness dribbling out
of her, right straight through the fabric of my pants.

   Sister Chastity groaned again, and I found my hand between my thighs,
cupping the throbbingly hard bulge in my groin, before I could even think.
I just had to alleviate some of the ache.

   "We were wearing far too many clothes," I whispered, pressing my fingers
against my cock, wiggling them a little.  The glans was bulbous and leaking
precum.  "Her beautiful breasts were already swollen with desire and when
she stretched her spine, the dark-red nipples poked out inches from my hot,
hungry mouth.  She bent over me, dangling the juicy fruit over my face and
I reached up, grabbed what was on offer, squeezed her breasts together,
nipped and bit at the ripe raspberries.  She seemed to really like it, when
I did that.  In fact, I would dare say, it was pure electricity"

   "Yes," Sister Chastity gasped.  "Oh, go on..."

   I glanced at the screen, knowing she couldn't see me, and slipped my
fingers under the elastic edge of my boxer shorts and started to slowly rub
myself, the libidinous sensations making my heart start to hammer.

   There was a soft rhythmic sound behind the screen and I heard the wanton
nun groan again.  "Yes, child... please... tell me the rest..."

   "I rolled on top of her," I murmured, stroking the full length of my
bloatedly swollen erection a little faster.

   The heat of my blush was nothing compared to the fire between my legs. I
couldn't ignore it anymore.  "And I told her I wanted her.  She said she
wanted to feel me inside of her."

   "Did you... put it inside of her?"

   "Yes." I began humping my hips as I fondled myself, the precum that had
drooled out sufficient lubrication for my own self-stroking touch.  "I was
very gentle... I let her prepare, tipping herself to guide my big cock up,
up, sliding it between the sensitive surfaces.  The thick shaft was already
wet with her slick honey so I grabbed her hips and plunged inwards.  She
groaned like an animal as I rocketed up inside her, her pussy drenched in
pulsating pleasure.  I paused to suck on her nipples and was thrilled to
see her open her eyes, a real woman who wanted to watch as I fucked her. 
And, oh, Sister, it felt soooo good..."

   "Did it?" Her voice was near strangled.

   "Yes," I breathed, closing my eyes and making fast pressuring squeezes
around my beefy shaft.  "I started my deepstrokes, giving her no choice but
to move along with me, feeling her so succulent and delicious inside of
her, engulfing me, loving the way her tender wetness crushed every filling
inch of me.  Her fingers reached up to touch that cute pink bud at the top
of her pink pussy lips and she rubbed herself in tight circles; Forgive me
God but it felt so good ~~ she made my big cock feel so good with that
little pussy of hers, inciting me to fuck her faster, and each time our
bodies met I was harder and she was wetter..."

   I heard Sister Chastity's gasp and that telltale rhythmic squishy sound
was growing faster.  "Oh Jesus... help us..."

   "Yesss," I whispered, reliving the memory of those precious times I had
been deep in my true love's pussy, and I knew I was going to come ~~ right
there in the confessional.  "We collided over and over, in our seductive
rhythm.  I fucked her so hard, Sister, it was so wrong and so right and it
felt so fucking good, we just couldn't stop.  I watched her breasts
bouncing frantically, her bright eyes watching me with desire and lust and
love, and fire began streaking through me."

   I moaned, my cock beginning to spasm.  "By now I was pumping her with
everything I had into her, throwing her upward with the ramming force of
it. Then it started, like all those other times by myself only ten times
more powerful, rolling over me.  I was arching to hold the delirious
sensation, trying as well to curb the inevitable, but then I saw her in her
own euphoric crisis, shattering on a soaring peak and bliss flooding
through her, We both came together, at the same time, our bodies bucking
and writhing, just...like... that..."

   I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loudly as I started to come. 
It had been like riding a rollercoaster slowly to the top but now I was
plunging and crescendoing into ecstasy, my rambunctious orgasm coming in
boisterous waves of uproarious pleasure in the darkness.  My fingers were
curled about my violently convulsing shaft, arcs of juicy come spurting hot
and silver, shooting out to drench my heaving chest and twitching stomach.
While my caressing hand milked out every deliquescent surge of carnal
pleasure, behind the screen I could hear Sister Chastity's broken sobs and
shattered whimpers, whispering the words, "Oh god, oh god" over and over.

   Panting for breath, bathed in sweat, I fell back on the seat totally
exhausted, both mentally and physically, my body quivering in the luscious
aftermath of one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced.  But
as rationality returned and the fearful reality of what the nun might do
occurred to me, I became ashamed and afraid of the dire consequences. 
Looking to alleviate my uncertainties, I whispered, "Sister?"

   "Yes, my child." She swallowed her words and cleared her throat.  "Is
that all?"

   I nodded, closing my eyes and lifting my sticky fingers to my mouth and
tasting myself.  "Yes."

   "Let's pray together."

   We did ~~ and she gave me fifty Act of Contrition's and thirty Hail
Mary's ~~ and that, as Ethan always said, was that.



   Afterthoughts

   This piece might feel a little disjointed but it originally was in a
very different form.  Essentially, my long-suffering editor thought, and I
agreed with her, that the aftermath of the Sebastian/Elaine sex needed to
be more emotionally charged and would be shortchanged by placement at the
ass end of Chapter 5.  The scene after the Grocery store encounter was
radically changed, did not even consist of the same characters (and would
make for an interesting deleted scene in the extras of the DVD version of
'Love Thy Neighbor') but i felt we needed to play out the Catholicism
thread that had been introduced in earlier chapters and so I decided to
elaborate on that.

   To head off some of the possible criticism - the spat between Elaine and
Sebastian is intentionally theatrical/highschoolish.  Remember he is 18
afterall.  The idea was to try to balance the seriousness of the emotional
impact with the realities of a May/September romance and the reality that
this is porn.  Any failure is mine and mine alone.

   The Confessional scene can probably be seen as equally schizophrenic. 
Again, this came from an original intent of making it a semi-serious look
into reconciling his religious interest with his decidedly sinful sexual
proclivities.  But the more i tried, the more it felt like one of those
silly 'Autobiography of a Flea' sorta deals, which I certainly incorporated
to a certain extent in Sister Chastity.  There are certainly some phone sex
elements in there - gave me ideas for a new story, in fact!

   For those thinking 'Damn, there was no fuckin in this one.  Boring!' you
need not fear.  Theres loads o rammin in small holes in the next one!

   Comments, criticisms, whatever - shadesofextasy@hotmail.com

   With his love relationship with his classmate's mom in turmoil, a
heartbroken highschool senior spends the night with his best friend, who
has some shocking revelations of his own.  With mutual trust and affection,
the randy pair fulfill their mutual desire for backdoor passion.  Written
in my trademark purplish prose, this story of two young men being
initiiated into the most taboo act is approximately 16,000 words and is
coded M/M Anal

   Love Thy Neighbor Chapter 7

   On that following Friday, I was okay as long as I could pretend it was
just fun, or even fantasize that I was helping plan a romantic evening for
Elaine and myself, but the truth kept hitting me, and it hurt real bad.  I
was sitting in the Lunsford's kitchen, drinking Buzzo cola and Chipsy chips
with Ethan and watching the only woman I had ever slept with getting ready
to go out to another corporate function accompanied by some other man.  My
teeth ground and my jaw clenched again at the abhorrent thought, but I
willed my face to remain devoid of emotion as she scurried about, preparing
to leave.  Whenever she glanced my way, her expression towards me was
hesitant, almost painfully polite ~~ as it had been for the past two hours,
ever since I had arrived.  Once again, I suppressed a heavy sigh and
schooled my face into an impassive politeness.

   "Don't eat my ice cream," she half-heartedly warned, seeing Ethan
rummaging through the freezer.  "Remember the two of you are supposed to be
in training for sectionals."

   He made a face, dipping his finger into the creamy stuff when she wasn't
looking and holding it out to me.  I grinned, sucking his extended finger.
The icy sweetness helped drown the bitter taste in my mouth and the way I
was feeling about tonight.

   "Now, you boys are going to be as behaved as a church social, right?"
she asked for the hundredth time that night.

   "Yes, Mom." Ethan sighed, grabbing a Yummy Pop from the freezer, ripping
the wrapping off.  "The only sounds you will hear from us are hymns and
psalms."

   "You promise?" She looked past him to me, raising one of her finely
plucked eyebrows.  It was a well-acted façade but a façade nonetheless; I
could see the hollowness inside her.

   "I'll be as pious as I am in the confessional." I held up two fingers.
"By the honor of altar boys everywhere."

   "That's the Boy Scouts' salute, Einstein." Ethan snorted, putting the
Yummy Pop down onto an empty plate.  "And we never did the altar boy
thing." Elaine, fishing her keys off the rack, mumbled, "I did the altar
boys."

   Ethan and I both looked at each other, wide-eyed, and then cracked up.

   "Mom!"

   Elaine looked baffled then blushed, grinning sheepishly.  "Sorry.  I
meant I was an altar girl." She shook her head, still smiling.  "Thank you
both, but it's time for me to go." She gave Ethan an affectionate kiss and
ruffled his hair.  While he groused and went to look for a comb, she looked
over at me.  For a split-second, I thought she might kiss me until I saw
her glance at her son.  Heaven help us both if he ever found out how I
truly felt about his mother.

   When the door slammed shut, my stomach lurched and I sucked hard at my
finger, hoping to find some lingering sweetness.  I couldn't pretend this
wasn't happening anymore.  I was head over heels but the woman I loved was
as unobtainable as the moon and I was gutlessly unable to tell neither my
true love nor my best friend about the deceitful treachery I was playing
with both of them.  I wondered if either of them was thinking, feeling
anything close to the turmoil churning in my stomach.

   * * * * *

   Several hours later, we finished watching the latest Jack Slater action
movie Gunslinger, which really was quite good, but my emotional depression
had really kicked in.  Seeing me in a blue funk, Ethan had suggested we go
for a swim.  We had and were now back in his bedroom, lounging about, both
of us completely naked and not self-conscious in the least.  It was amazing
how liberating some casual oral sex between friends could be.

   I was sitting in his desk chair, my bare feet up against the wall. 
"Well, this sucks."

   "You can say that again." Ethan sat beside me.

   I sighed again.  "Do you think your mom will ever remarry?" I very
cautiously asked, trying to keep my tone as casual possible.  I had vague
hopes of being able to confess to my best friend my feelings toward his
mother in such a way that would not lead him to want to do something that
would lead him to being booked later tonight in the Marlborough County Jail
on a homicide charge.

   "I dunno," he mused.  "I can count on one hand the dates she's had in
the past few years.  And I can count on my vajay-jay the number of second
dates."

   I swung my feet down and sat up.  "Well, she's an attractive woman," I
responded, choosing my words very carefully.  "She must have plenty of
opportunities."

   "Yeah, I suppose so," Ethan shrugged nonchalantly.  "But considering the
amount of porn under her bed and how many dates she's been on, she's
obviously horny and not getting laid." I feared I couldn't say anything
without incriminating myself, so I bit my lip, twisting my hands guiltily
in my lap.  "However..." Ethan went on, lazily leaning back on his elbows
on the pillow and looking intently at me.  "I can't say that much for
myself...anymore..."

   It took a moment for the profound implication what he said to register
with me in as I stared at him in my befuddlement.  He grinned when he saw
the dawning look on my face.

   I laughed out loud in my joy for him and clutched his leg.  "Oh man,
you're kidding me?  You had sex!"

   "Very good!" He laughed himself, his eyes dazzlingly bright as he fell
into gameshow contestant mode.  "What is fornication, Alex?"

   My jaw dropped in my astonishment, never having expected this
revelation. "Oh my god.  I can't believe it."

   "Believe it because it's as real as real can be." He looked very pleased
with himself, even a little smug.

   We were quiet for a moment, and I couldn't help remembering that first
magical time with Elaine.  I could tell he was about to relate to me all
the juicy details but I couldn't tell him about my own deflowering, of
course ~~ and that bothered me intensely.  I told Ethan everything.

   He cocked his head, giving me a decidedly perplexed look.  "Don't you
want to know what it was like?"

   "Yes!" I said quickly.  "Tell me everything!  Who, when, where, how?"

   "Almost month ago.  That storm cellar or whatever it is at school
church." He grinned toothily.  "It was Miss Scarlett with the revolver."

   I laughed at his antics, then raised my voice in righteous dismay.  "A
month ago?  You did the deed thirty days ago and couldn't tell your bestest
friend in the whole wide world?"

   "Come on, Sebastian.  You've been keeping your own secrets from your
bestest pal over the past month." I felt my face blanch and couldn't
imagine what my expression might have been.  Ethan just let loose another
one of his rollicking guffaws.  "Oh, don't worry.  You'll tell me whenever
you're ready.  But let's just say I'm ready to tell you."

   "Ok," I somehow managed, flabbergasted by the staggering surprises of
the past thirty seconds.  "Gimme details."

   "It was Erica, of course." He curled around his pillow and propped
himself up on his elbow.  "You know that we have been meeting down there
for a while now and that day started no better, the two of us kissing and
generally making out, just like we always do whenever we skip class..."

   `Like while I was in confession,' I realized.  There I was, admitting to
Sister Chastity that I had been getting down and dirty with my best
friend's mother, while my best friend was getting freaky without any help
from me!

   "She was sucking me," he went on.  "You know how I love that." I nodded,
remembering just how much both he and I loved it.  "I was so close to
coming... you know that feeling... so close, but not quite there?"

   "Yes." I wiggled into a more comfortable position on his bed, no longer
unselfconscious about our nudity.

   "And she started telling me how much he wanted me." Ethan reached down
and started squeezing his knee, absentmindedly biting his lower lip. 
"Begging me, really... telling me how good it would feel to be inside her.
I was so close... and I just... said yes..."

   "Just like that?" I breathed, shaking my head.

   He nodded, pulling at the thread.  "So she got up and lay on her back
and I crawled up between her legs and put it in her..."

   I closed my eyes, remembering that sweetest of moments, the first time I
thrust into Elaine, bringing her up to her toes.  God, she had felt so
amazingly good!  Steamy hot and gooey wet and incredibly tight.  I opened
my eyes and asked him, "Did you hurt her?"

   "I had been so worried but I don't think I did at all," he admitted,
shaking his head.  "She was so aroused by then... and the look on her face.
Oh my god, Sebastian, she was blushing and seemed dazzled, like the two of
us had just entered heaven.  I kissed her and never felt so close to anyone
in my life."

   I was thrilled by Ethan's pure joy but a significant part of me was very
jealous.  My first time had not been the epically romantic tryst that I had
always imagined it would be but primitive, raw.  It was that second time
that was dearest to my heart, when I had seen in Elaine's face that look of
indescribable bliss.  I wanted so very badly to tell him about it, to share
my soul-shaking experience, too, but I knew I couldn't.

   "And then I started to fuck her," he said in a low voice, his eyes
fiery. I made a little noise, restlessly rolling my hips, now very aware
that both our cocks were obviously swelling in near unison.  "I can't even
describe it... it felt so so good, being inside of her, feeling her pussy
all wet and hot on the inside like that.  I wanted to make sweet sweet love
to her but I felt like a wild animal, groaning and shoving my cock into
her."

   My own cock responded to his erotic words, droplets of precum spilling
unchecked from the tip.  "Did you make her come?"

   "Twice!" he crowed triumphantly.  "She was already so close anyway that
she came almost the minute I slid inside of her.  Oh man, Sebastian, when
she comes, she gets really really creamy.  It spills out all over.  Then I
started really fucking into her, and she started rubbing her pretty little
clitty and... oh god..." He moaned, and shamelessly took hold of the hefty
rod of his mounting erection for a few moments.  "That second time,
watching her go crazy, feeling her girlcum spilling down all around me was
too much... I had to come!"

   "And did you...?"

   "I pulled out and came all over her belly and her pussy," he assured me,
leaning up on his elbow again.

   I sighed and inwardly pitied him, knowing he probably hadn't experienced
the joy of coming inside his girlfriend the way I had inside Elaine,
feeling her precious pussy greedily swallowing every drop my hard and
throbbing cock had to offer.  Swallowing with marked difficulty, I realized
that I might never experience that magical sensation ever again.  The
horrible thought made me crazy.

   "Sebastian, I have another confession."

   Shaking my head, I wondered what more he could possibly say.  "Yeah,
man. What's that?"

   "Well, you're not going to believe this but," he paused, flustered, his
face crimsoning.  "Well, Erica, she made this tape of herself..."

   "A tape?" I said, bewildered.

   "Yeah, man.  A videotape.  You know, of her, naked, touching herself."
He paused glaring at me.  "And no, you can't see it."

   "Ok, calm down," I protested, not having thought of it, but now that he
mentioned it... "Ok, you don't want me to see it.  What do you want, my
thoughts?  My permission?  What?"

   "No, dude," he smiled.  "I know what you think of Erica, but believe me,
man, you really don't know her." He flushed again.  "Oh, dude, she is so
awesome.  She's funny and smart and, yeah I know, she looks really nerdy
but she is so sexy and in bed, oh my God, I know that everyone thinks girls
are supposed to be timid and stuff when it comes to sex stuff but she, she
is wild!"

   "O...k," I said, not sure where this was going.

   He understood my bewilderment and nervously coughed, hands gripping his
knees again.  "So, while she's, you know, touching herself, on the tape,
Erica, she tells me she wants us to do this fantasy of hers where ..  man,
I don't know."

   "Just tell me, Ethan," I urged, trying to take the same understanding
and forgiving tone I hoped and prayed he would take with me when I told him
about Elaine and myself ... whenever that would be.

   "Ok, remember this is what she wants," he reminded me vehemently. 
"Well, she wants," he hemmed for a moment, then gave the rest in a single
blurt.  "She wants me to make her get on her knees and suck my cock then
spin her around and fuck her ass then come on her face."

   "Wow." Was this the same dorky doomed-to-eternal-virginity Erica Galvano
that I had gone to Our Lady of Charity church every Sunday with for the
last 18 years with?  The same Erica I had seen scratching her admittedly
nice ass during consecration a week ago?  No friggin way!  "She says and
does this on tape and you keep it in the same house with your Mom?"

   Inexplicably the blush on Ethan's face deepened to blood red, so much I
thought he might faint.  "No, I gave it back to her after..." his voice
tapered away and he looked seemingly shamefacedly to the floor.

   "Oh, don't leave me hanging, brother," I cajoled.  "After everything
else you've told me, surely this can't be any worse."

   "Well..." And the way he said it I knew it was worse and I immediately
regretted wheedling it out of him.  At that moment I had the most surreal
feeling ~~ that God had brought his all-seeing gaze upon me and that what
Ethan was about to tell me was His punishment for the sins I had committed
and I couldn't interrupt him no matter what.  It lasted a split-second and
left me stunned speechless.

   Ethan came to sit next to me on the bed and cleared his throat.  "I got
rid of it because mom caught me masturbating in her room watching the tape
a few days ago.  She just turned around and walked out and never said a
thing to me."

   I gaped, my heart slamming so hard in my chest that I would later think
that that agonizingly sickening feeling must be what it was like to have a
heart attack or a stroke.  But for the moment my thoughts were a complete
blank.  "Oh.  My.  God.  Ethan, you're kidding, right?"

   "Nope.  She got all red faced, embarrassed at catching me stroking off."
He paused, suddenly strangely unashamed.  Not that he had done anything to
be ashamed of but... "But what I really wanted to tell you, Sebastian, was
... well, Erica thinks that I am so good in bed because of you," he rushed
through that shocker, not wanting to explain it.  I inwardly fumed at his
shocking betrayal of my trust for a moment then castigated myself for my
massive hypocrisy.  "Anyway, I want our first time doing anal to be just as
special so I wanna, you know..."

   "You wanna do what?" I asked, already knowing full well what the answer
was, still vaguely terrified by the proposition.

   "That tonight's the night," Ethan said, clearly trying to keep his voice
light and casual.  "For you and I to make love.  For us to fuck."

   "Oh," I said softly, those unnamed doubts rising up, born of an
ignorant, homophobic society, but I also distinctly noticed my blatantly
jutting erection wasn't exactly deflating either.  "Ethan, I don't know."

   His eyes noted my unflagging hard-on and decided to press the issue. 
"Listen, I know about your fears.  I had them myself, those stupid,
childish emotions that we guys are so burdened with.  But I know in my
heart that you, just like me, are ready to move past that.  Who cares what
the other guys at school, or the rest of the world for that matter, think
or say or do.  We're two consenting adults who both want this.  You do want
it, don't you?"

   I nodded, feeling my hardened cock growing thicker by the second, ready
to unburden my soul.  "But here's the thing, Ethan.  I think what this is
really all about is trust.  We need to trust one another ~~ not only to
keep this quiet, an intimacy to be shared by you and I and no one else. 
But just as important as trust is honesty.  We need to be honest with one
another to the point where we can and will let the other know without
judgment or criticism if the other person is doing something that hurts or
doesn't feel right.  Most importantly, we need to trust ourselves.  To
trust the love we feel for each other and let it guide us."

   Hearing the word `love' had an energizing effect on Ethan.  "Remember
when you first sucked my cock?"

   I felt my cheeks color crimson.  My first time performing fellatio was
one of the singularly most erotic moments of my life

   Ethan reached out to tenderly stroke my cheek.  "God, Sebastian, I love
how you blush like that.  It's so cute!  I am so lucky to be able to share
this friendship love with you." This of course had the effect of causing me
to blush even more.

   The two of us were now stretched out next to one another on the bed,
naked on top of the sheets.  I leaned up on an elbow and brought my lips to
Ethan's, giving him a slow, sensual kiss that soon had my male lover
panting.  I pulled away, noting his luminously bright eyes, feeling his
barely-fettered eagerness.  "You know what is so great about this?"

   "No.  What?" he said softly.

   "Because it isn't just about you or simply about me.  It's about us. 
It's what we give each other that makes our connection so intense, so
unique, so amazing.  I really feel that we're not just getting our rocks
off on the physical aspect of what we're doing.  We actually make love."

   "I am so with you, Sebastian" Ethan agreed, grinning from ear to ear. 
"Now," he added, "without further ado, let's get to it!"

   "You really want to get fucked, don't you?" I breathed, amazed by his
boundless enthusiasm.

   "Yeah, I really do."

   We kissed deeply and then told me to move over on the bed.  He had a
queen-sized mattress but there wasn't really all that much room so I got
off the bed.  I stood on the floor in my bare feet, my hand absentmindedly
fondling my poling erection while I watched him waste no time assuming the
classic position: flipping smoothly over so that he was face down with his
legs spread wide.  He looked up at me with unabashed horniness and zesty
anticipation written all over his face.

   "Climb on board.  I promise you the ride of your life."

   "Climb on board where?" I mean, I knew what we were about to do but I
felt as if he should be the one guiding me.

   Ethan rolled his eyes at me.  "Sebastian, just lie down on top of me.  I
bet that you'll get some sexy ideas soon enough."

   And that was all he said.  I climbed on top of him, resting my body on
his muscular frame.  The way I was laying, my heavy penis slid right into
the smooth cleft of his luscious butt and my face and mouth were hovering
over the back of his neck.  His head was resting on his hands so that his
strong arms were out from his body and the elbows bent at angles.  This
caused his powerful deltoids and bulging biceps to stand out, and I slid my
hands down his smooth arms, feeling their coiled strength and the sensuous
softness of his naked skin while I alternated lusty licks and tender kisses
along the slope of his neck and the expanse of his shoulders.  He expressed
his approval of my desire-fomenting actions in small groans and breathy
sighs of satisfaction.

   I truly loved tasting the acrid saltiness of his skin and the exotic
flavor of his uniquely masculine scent.  Moving down his prone body, I
finally came to his beautiful butt.  The magnificent twin mounds of taut
muscle and sculpted flesh still had the power to all but take my breath
away every time I saw them.  My heart rate increased until my pulse pounded
in my temples and my stomach felt all fluttery with lewd excitement when I
heard him groan.  He openly gasped as I allowed my wandering hand to fall
to those smooth, rounded globes.  Damn he was sexy there, the tender flesh
succulently pink.  It was too easy to easy to lick my tongue across them,
turning the spheres of his rump to the prickly skin of gooseflesh as he
swayed his hips back and forth, trying to get my lingual organ to taste
every square inch of his gorgeous ass.  I knew from biology class that
every male animal has specialized scent glands that generate sexual
pheromones and while I generally knew they existed under the arms, around
the scrotum and between the cheeks of the ass, the knowledge that had been
academic now became very practical as I was drawn toward it ~~ and
strongly!

   My heart pounding madly, I pulled open the two plush half-moons of his
buttocks to reveal the small dark pucker that was the entrance to his anus
flexing wantonly within the steep cliffs of its fleshy protection.  Unable
to resist a moment longer, I buried as much of my face in his butt as I
could and began to swab and swirl my twisting tongue all up and down his
trench as Ethan moaned and pushed his hindquarters back in an attempt to
get more of my whirring tongue in contact with this very sensitive area of
his body.  The rational part of my brain rebelled, thinking it somewhat
gross, But the darker, more primitive side of me knew that this was the
most private and secret portion of my best friend's anatomy ~~ indeed, the
most vulnerable part, the area that a male protects from all others.  But
instead of hiding it, Ethan was offering it to me in trust of my care and
desire for him and it was this level of intimacy that spurred the fiery
intensity of my lascivious lust.

   I finally focused my wandering tongue on the wrinkly, dun-colored nether
opening to his body.  I licked the furrows of soft, delicate skin and then
steadily pushed against the orifice with the stiffened tip of my tongue. 
The efflorescing breach began to gradually open and my slippery lingual
organ glided inside him.  My tongue was actually inside my lover's body! 
The forbidden reality was mind-boggling.  I could explore the satiny
softness inside of him, feel the silkiness of the inner membranes of his
anus, and hear the euphonic moans from him that accompanied the prurient
thrills I was launching throughout his entire body.

   The more aggressively I propelled my tongue into his reluctantly
adjusting rectum, the more ductile the muscles encircling his opening
became until I had shoved up his acclimated ass every possible millimeter
of my wriggling tongue.  When I began to fuck his tender hole with my
driving tongue, utilizing it like a miniature phallus, it sent him into
paroxysms of brazen moaning.  He reached behind him and used his hand to
sluttishly open himself up, enabling me to press my face deeper into his
butt.  I don't know what it was about this wanton action, perhaps it was
just how it seemed to be the newest act of depravity I was participating
in, but it aroused me to the point that I came perilously close to coming.
I had to force myself to withdraw, pulling my face grudgingly out of his
butt until I could gain control over myself again.

   "What's wrong?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder at me.

   "I almost came," I explained sheepishly, feeling a chagrined smile
spread over my face.

   He flashed me a horny grin and gestured over the side of the bed,
pointing at his long-discarded pants.  "There's some lube in my pockets
there.  Use it and your fingers.  You need to get me ready for your big
cock."

   Fishing through them, I quickly discovered not one but two tubes of
VasoLube.  "A little presumptuous now, don't you think," I teased him.

   "Nope.  Just hopeful," he responded, the soulfully honest look in his
eyes making me want to melt and made my heavily swollen penis jerk madly.

   Kneeling behind Ethan, I lifted his hips, my hands moving to arrange his
knees as I wanted them until they were braced on the bed, tilting his lower
torso on an angle and raising his hindquarters to an attractive height so
that his rounded rear parted to reveal the ultra-tight entrance to his ass.
The immodest position flaunted his nether hole and the hefty sac and stalk
dangling below in a very alluring way.  I loved the aesthetically pleasing
line his spine made and so couldn't help but dip my tongue into the groove
and lick up the length of his back.  Ethan shivered in response.

   "Please, Sebastian." His tremulous voice begged.  He was squirming,
trying to see what I had in store for him.

   "Please what, lover?" I teased.  I could see I was driving him crazy
with need.  The slutty pose he found himself in, feeling his most secret
place naked and exposed, vulnerable to my every whim, undoubtedly was only
adding to his overflowing desires.

   He turned his head enough so I could see his smoldering eyes.  His gaze
sizzled, myriad emotions crossing over his devastatingly handsome features.
"Please don't make me wait."

   I had no intentions of it.  Tube in hand, I squeezed onto my finger a
generous dollop of herbal-scented lubricating grease.  As I swiped the lube
along my index and middle fingers, I was somewhat surprised to feel a
slightly chilly, very moderate tingling sensation, its uniqueness and the
unexpectedness making me gasp for air.

   "It's a special type of VasoLube," Ethan explained, though I could still
hear the arousal thick in his slightly whimpery voice.  "It serves to
desensitize the skin.  The effect is designed not to last long, though, a
few minutes at most."

   Noting the passing resemblance between the lubrication and mentholated
rubs, I refocused on sliding my well-lubed finger down the smooth cleft of
his ass and over the blossomed rosebud of his anus.  Even applying feathery
pressure made him cry out, legs tightening, taut buttocks flexing.  Taking
my time to spread the unctuous lubricant over his little hole, I was amazed
and a little ashamed how aroused I was to see my best friend in such a
submissive position, his delicious body bent over the bed for my taking. 
Conversely, I bet that he had no clue how heady he was at that moment, his
submission contradictorily giving him an immense power he could wield over
me.

   Setting aside for a moment the perversely confounding paradox of anal
sex, I started to deliberately press a finger inside.  Ethan's resulting
wordless exclamation came on a rush of exhaled breath as his body
instinctually stiffened in preparation to rise.  I was ready and kept him
in place with a steadying hand placed on the small of his back.  At the
same time, I maintained the firm penetrative pressure on the cautious
pucker of his ass until the tip sank in.  He said not a word.  The only
sound to come from him was ragged breathing as he continued to coax and
soothe his hesitant entrance.  He grunted and began subtly squirming when
the digit disappeared down to the second knuckle.

   Eventually he loosened fractionally around my persistently massaging
finger, allowing easier entrance as I ever so slowly sank deeper until I
was palming one of his buttocks while stirring the engulfed digit around in
the scorching heat and pressure of his body.  The flesh of his ass was so
firm and delicious, as appetizing as a loaf of fresh baked bread, that I
couldn't seem to look away.  It may seem hard for you to believe, but it
wasn't until that moment that I first thought of what it would feel like to
sink my cock into his celibate hole.  It was funny; it wasn't the taking of
his anal virginity that appealed to me.  If anything, I would have
preferred to have my first time to have been with a lover well versed in
the hushed mysteries of backdoor loving.  But, in addition to the profound
intimacy of being best friends as well as uninhibited bisexed lovers, there
was something different about Ethan.  Something wild and untamed and
inexplicably appealing.

   Not surprisingly, it took a fraction of the time for me to introduce a
second lubricated finger inside and within a matter of mere minutes I was
pumping his anal passage with the conjoined pair, pulling out until just
the tips rested inside his body before pressing home again.  I was watching
with gaping awe as the ringent muscle of his sphincter gradually stretched
but was even more thrilled to watch Ethan's unrepressed reactions. 
Admittedly, from my rearview vantage point, I didn't have a very clear shot
of his face other than to see the pink flush covering his cheeks, a flush
that deepened when I brought a third finger to ravish his tender hole.  And
when I began sawing in and out of him with the plundering trio, scissoring
them, stretching him, preparing him to take every inch of my turgid length,
he moaned with ecstatic delirium.

   Excited beyond imagination, I struggled to stabilize myself behind
Ethan, my lust-engorged penis waving hungrily between his salaciously
splitted asscheeks.  I felt my breath catching in my throat by the way he
was breathlessly gasping, his back bowing as his strangled cries echoed
around me.  His voice was hot and erotic sounding to my ears but not nearly
as erotic as his insatiable body felt to me.  He had begun fucking back on
me, his first movements tentative, hesitant but soon he was ramming back,
looking so wantonly sexy taking all three of my fingers down to the
knuckle. Now his voraciously ass was hugging my pumping fingers tight.  I
could barely wait to feel him squeezing his shaft and it took every ounce
of my willpower to keep from mounting him and fucking him raw until I
spewed inside him.  The thought of coming in him that way added a thrill to
the whole experience for me.  God, he was fucking glorious.

   Ethan abruptly twisted about to looked back at me over his shoulder ~~
unspeakable hunger written all over his face.  Through smoky,
desire-inflamed eyes, he voicelessly pleaded.

   "What do you want, Ethan?" I asked him softly, crooning, my voice
deepening at the thought of the debauched pleasure yet to come.

   "That's enough, Sebastian," he panted, his broken voice so raw I hardly
recognized it.  "Fuck me.  I want to feel you inside me.  Shove your great
big cock all the way up my ass and fuck me.  Give it to me.  I need it," he
piteously moaned.

   I could never leave him in need.

   While I reached over for the VasoLube, Ethan splayed his knees apart
even further, tilting his ass high up in the air, the nether hole twitching
and winking beguilingly at me, begging me to hurry.  I rose up to my knees
and crawled up behind him, achingly aware that my cock was swaying heavily
before me in its obscenely bloated state, the veins striating the beefy
shaft already bulging, the mushroomy tip glossy and shaded a deep purple.
Merely wrapping my fingers around the trunk brought a hard spurt of
pearlescent precum fluid exiting the flaring tip.  Knowing that was a
telltale sign of an impending climax, I profusely slathered the lube over
the full length of my manhood, relieved to feel slightly anesthetizing
tingle keep the looming crisis at bay.

   Satisfied I had sufficient self-control, I moved closer until I was
poised behind him, tucking the bulbous head of my cock into the hollow of
his tender opening.  I paused momentarily, holding his delicate anus open
with my fingers, then nudged the mushroomy glans into the tender pink.

   "Sebastian..." Ethan's breathy voice sounded almost drugged, dazedly
sensual with the libidinous arousal straining through him as I prepared to
penetrate his tight entrance.  He had the side of his face pressed into the
mattress nearly parallel to his spread knees, the unique positioning
allowing me to meet his gaze.  His pupils were dilated and his cheeks were
pink, making him appear more than desirable and the knowledge that I had
stoked the fires of his incendiary lust to such an inferno was
exhilarating. The feel of the lips of his anus greedily reaching out to
give the blunted tip of my penis a sultry kiss was almost more than he
could bear.  I was not to proud to admit that without the desensitizing gel
I could never have sunk into his alluring depths without shooting off like
the callow youth I was.  I was more than willing to use the chemical
assistance because I wanted to make him crazy, my touch, his need for it,
driving him.

   Taking a deep breath, I pushed forward pressing through the tight
entrance, and though Ethan grunted a little he didn't pull away.  For a
short moment I could feel the tight ring of muscle at the entrance
resisting his touch then it gave way and to my delight the whole head had
slid its way inside.  With one long, smooth stroke and almost no further
resistance, I sank into his butt for the first time.  It should have
surprised me, had I had the mental energy to reflect on it.  Precisely what
kind of sexual shenanigans were he and Erica up to down in that little room
below school?  Whatever it was, she had prepared him well.

   "Talk to me, lover," I groaned.  Never had my cock been in something so
hot, so wet, so tight and yet so welcoming as the silken softness that was
the fleshy tunnel within his ass.  "Tell me if you want it, Ethan."

   "Ooooooooh yess..." he gurgled in a kind of sexy purr that had my teeth
gritting.  He leaned back against me, working his taut buttocks back to
capture my slowly but steadily plunging rod, inviting my deeper
penetration. I could not believe the delicious crush of the satiny heat
that was the walls of his rectum clamped around my skewering penis,
welcoming me so moistly and perfectly that I almost swooned with rapturous
pleasure.

   "Damn.  You're so tight," I admiringly panted, relishing the grip,
tighter than any fist stretching around the head of my burrowing cock.

   "Sebastian..." The low drawn-out wail had my head falling back on my
neck, and his playful wriggling of his ass wrested an equally guttural
another moan from me, my grip on his swiveling hips tightening.

   Encouraged by my lover's blatantly sexual response, I pushed deeper, the
head of my erection sliding inside the stretched muscles now as he flexed
around me, causing him to croon deliriously.  I gave another hard surge and
he hoarsely cried out as his skewered rectum flowered open fully to receive
me.  That deliciously muscular sheath accommodated my rampart rod of flesh
in a way that I never dreamed possible so that seconds later I had sunk all
the way to my pubes in this heavenly hole, bottoming out inside him.

   "Jesus," I moaned, leaning over his back with one hand to whisper hotly
in his ear.  "It's so tight!  It feels incredible.  I'm afraid if I move at
all, I'm going to come."

   "Actually that's a good thing," Ethan responded, his hands reaching back
and holding my hips so that I remained buried to the hilt inside him.  "It
gives me a chance to let me get used to it," he groaned breathlessly.

   Over the next few moments I could feel the seething tension of the
muscles inside his ass slowly relaxing around my immersed cock, and
gradually Ethan took his hands from my hips and I was free to begin moving.
I had lost the urge to come but was no softer, my erection feeling as hot
and hard as a newly forged iron bar.  When I first pulled back, he cried
out in outraged denial and push back, lodging me deeper inside him.  I had
intended to start with a very slow, deliberate rhythm but the unrestrained
response my desire-driven best friend urged me to begin pumping inside him.
Fortunately my body seemed to know automatically the rhythm that was
needed, long thrusts that I fought to keep gentle, to keep from hurting
him, but his cries urged me on, drove me insane.

   "Good, Sebastian, sooo gooood!" he moaned.  The whole of his body was
welcoming my sodomizing onslaught, his entire torso jerking and twisting to
give my long hard cock the best ride ever, his virginal anal passage
echoing with undulating waves of sensation unlike anything I had ever
experienced before.

   Still utilizing that strong rhythm, I moved in and out, trying to take
my time, trying to control my body and contain my raging lust.  Ethan was
already gasping for breath, shuddering each time my cock pulsed inside him,
pressing closer, moving back against me, pushing me deeper inside him. 
Despite all the thick lubrication I had lathered onto my cock he was still
too tight, too hot around me, so much so that I could feel his rectal
muscles flexing and rippling around me, still fighting valiantly to
accommodate the brawny flesh filling him.  So I reached around his
shimmying waist and found his cock, rock-hard to the touch.  I grasped the
burly shaft, milkingly massaging it as he writhed beneath me, his inviting
anus swallowing every engorged inch of my lengthy rod.

   "Jesusssssss, yessssssss, Sebastian," he hissed raspingly, his voice
breathy and low, punctuated with gasps of pleasure.  "Oh, yeah, do it, do
it!"

   Clenching my jaw with lust, I was groaning incessantly myself and
couldn't help but to start humping into his gripping nether passage with
increasing urgency, his body cooperating with wild abandon.  The feeling of
being consumed in the sizzling heat and volcanic pressure of his rectum was
building and building and already forcing me towards one of the greatest
orgasms of my young life.  I pushed forward with all the considerable
strength in his my swimming-toned hips and thighs, feeling his anal passage
wrapped around my penis like a victim caught in a python's death grip.  The
silkiness of his rectum was like a living, beating heart enveloping my
sluicing cock as I pistoned into him from the tips of my toes, thundering
up inside him right to the bottom to dredge an ecstatic moan of joy from
his open mouth.  I could feel my lips rearing back from my teeth and could
hear greater and more desperate sounds echoing from deep in my savagely
heaving chest.

   From seemingly out of nowhere, I felt the power of my dominant position
infusing my bloodstream like hotly intoxicating wine.  Forcing himself to
slow down, I drew my lengthy manhood back until I had withdrawn almost
completely from my lover's ass.  He responded by pressing back against me,
his sex-craving body clearly asking for more.  I laughed softly, almost
cruelly.  "You want it, want my cock, don't you, Ethan?"

   "Yes, oh yes."

   "Say it.  Tell me what you want, Ethan.  Tell me." Roiling lust coursed
through my body as I waited impatiently for my best friend's inevitable
response, flexing the mushroomy tip still wedged tightly in his sultry
inner heat.  It was a thrillingly potent sensation, seeing that I had
reduced this incredibly sexual, potently virile teenager to shivering,
trembling need.  And there was something undeniably erotic about taking
advantage of his blatant desire by forcing him to articulate what I knew
only too well at once thrilled and embarrassed him.  Part of my mind warned
that soon enough the tide would turn and I would find myself at his
mercurial whim but for now I reveled in my dominance like an addict
savoring his narcotic high.

   "I want you to fuck me.  Please, Sebastian.  Don't stop.  Don't you ever
stop!  Fuck me!" Ethan piteously begged.

   Raising my hands to grasp his hips for balance, I obliged with delight,
and almost immediately smacking wet sounds resounded throughout the bedroom
with each soul-satisfying lunge that pressed my spearing cock in to the
hilt while Ethan whimperingly moaned his debauched appreciation.  I reached
downwards again, hands moving to milk his crazily dancing testicular sac
swinging beneath.  When I moved upwards to stroke his shaft, I found his
masturbating hands already there.  I laced my fingers in his and together
we rhythmically tugged at his hot, hard cock.  When I raised my thumb to
tease over the rubbery, precum-soaked glans, it made him gasp and cry out
even louder, and he bucked like a wild bronco under a virgin saddle, unable
to control his involuntary reflexes.  And still I continued my relentless
onslaught, his sumptuous rectum clinging in a death grip around my
ravishing penis.

   "Fuck me...  oh God!  Fuck me, Sebastian!" The flow of obscenities
coming from his mouth took my breath away and for the first time I noticed
I could see his face in the mirror on the dresser.  His handsome face was
twisted with depraved passion, nostrils flaring, head flailing the air
uncontrollably.  The primitive animal desires that made his sleekly
muscular body once merely writhe made him now buck and undulate, twisting
this way and that in the throes of a violent passion.  Every inch of flesh
was now streaked with glistening perspiration, and his disheveled hair
tossed all over, consumed by the wildly ecstatic abandon that made him
something crazed, inhuman.  "Twist that big cock...  ah, like that... 
Pound my fuckin' ass!"

   By now I could feel my own body straining painfully, aching for sweet
release, so I let go of Ethan's cock, grabbed the tightly clenched cheeks
of his ass, and rode my desire-driven strokes madly into his gripping
nether passage.  His body cooperated with wild abandon, squirming his
rectal canal back onto my battering rod with unmitigated desire, pleading
in an anguished voice for me to fuck him even deeper.  I could feel the
tremors ripping through him that were the harbinger of his ultimate release
so pounded him as hard and as fast as I could, pile-driving his ass in a
rapid tattoo, increasing the viciousness of my pummeling until my testicles
were slapping against his swaying sac like a spanking paddle.

   At that point I could feel the bubbling semen menacingly rising in my
balls and could only pray that I could hold out until he reached his
climax. But I somehow knew he was closer to his final ascendancy.  Perhaps
I could sense it, the inner beast within me detecting the tactilely
imperceptible discordant tremor that was the harbinger of his impending
release.  What I certainly could proudly feel was the plush walls of his
eagerly receptive ass rippling rejoicingly and it only fueled my hubris
that I knew when I had ultimately pillaged the delicate portal I was
mercilessly mauling, his thunderous orgasm might well destroy them both. 
And, while it might seem superficially contradictory to the simultaneous
inflating of my ego, that was of supreme importance to me, that he gain as
much pleasure from my fucking him as I was derived from fucking his hot
ass, claiming the most private parts of his body as my own.  He was now
mine, mind, body and soul.  All mine

   "Mine!" I couldn't stop the great gasp of a growl that barreled from my
parched throat like the sounds of a great amen.  "You are mine!"

   "Yes!" Ethan's ululating scream shocked me, renewed me.  He emitted a
high-pitched whine and struggled backward, increasing the tension
desperately.  "God, yes, Sebastian.  Yours, God damn you.  Yours.  Oh!  Oh,
fuck!  Oh, my God!  I'm coming!" It amazed me to actually feel orgasm
rising up like a wild thing inside of him, the rutting beast within making
his body, slick with sweat, wrack and buck with violent convulsions. 
Gasping sobs punctuated by wordless screams and heart-wrenching moans
ripped from his lips until he buried his face in the pillow.  Surrendering
body and soul to the insurrectionary ecstasies surging through him, he
succumbed to the tempestuous throes of anarchic orgasm and joyously pumped
out his ejaculatory semeniferous load onto the bedsheets.

   It was as if his words, combined both with his waggling of his buttocks
voluptuously around, helping me to spiral into him like an assassins
bullet, along with the vacuuming suction of his sphincterial and rectal
muscles clamping down hard around my dieseling cock, released an invisible
hold on me.  I had already been very close to coming but now my normally
steely self-control splintered and I knew I wouldn't last but a few more
seconds.  His flexing anus was still milking crazily at my hammering rod,
his blissful paroxysms making him gyrate his buttocks and squeeze it inside
with a crushing, anaconda-like strength, trying to siphon my maelstromic
climax into his.

   Streams of sweat rivuleted over my straining body, my overtaxed heart
resounded in my veins, the base of my arched spine tingled and my
chaotically bouncing balls drew up tight as I heard my boisterous climax
rampaging toward me from the distance with a deafening roar.  My hands had
still been gripping tight on Ethan's impossibly narrow hips as he somehow
managed to followed each sledging stroke, the concordant sound of smacking
muscular male flesh and wet anal sex a lascivious symphony in the air.  No
longer caring about my best friend's pleasure, not caring a whit if I hurt
him, I wrapped my arms around his lower torso, rested the side of my face
on his broad back and sledgehammered into him like a man possessed, driving
my cock up as high as it would go into the hidden recesses of his throbbing
body.  It was as if he had become merely an extension of my own body, the
two of us yelping and gasping and gurgling as we moved together in a primal
sexual dance, our conjoined bodies shuddering from head to toe from the
decadently sinful pleasure of my overwhelming cock engulfed in his nether
passage.  It inexorably ignited the incendiary spark that brought me
toppling over the edge of mere mortal reality and hurled me soaring into
the atomic fusion of my nucleonic orgasm.

   That was all it took for me because then I was there!  Madly,
undeniably, unforgettably!  I opened my mouth, but the cataclysmic feelings
of cauterizing pleasure were so intense, no sound initially came out.  It
was exquisite, the most heavenly pleasure I had known so far in life
despite the mere fact the immolating ecstasies seemed to be burning me
alive.  And then, with a deep, whooshing intake of breath that mirrored the
whirlwind within, I felt my scrotum pulse, sensed the agonizingly sweet
tightness rush up the trunk of my cock then first volcanic gush of magmatic
semen splashed into his rectal walls.  The virginal inner walls stretched
in their shocked surprise, peristaltic waves drawing me in to previously
untouched places that radiated sensation if his screams were any
indication. Now I began shooting great fountains of bubbly cum through the
bridge of my euphorically pulsating cock as hard and deep as I could into
his hole, far down up into the liquid depths of his open and receptive
gastrointestinal channel, painting the insides of his lower digestive tract
with all the creamy white juice the reservoir of my balls could deliver.  I
just kept coming and coming, only hearing throttled, weak sounds from my
lips interspersed with my name, his sweet voice urging me on, and then I
was caught up in a wave of deliquescent bliss that made me feel frozen
outside the laws of Newtonian physics, my resplendent orgasm lasting
seconds, minutes, an infinity of suspended glorious time.

   We lay there like that a long time, several minutes at the very least,
Ethan sprawled out on the bed, me, little more than deadweight, collapsed
in sheer exhaustion on top of him, having fallen forward on his muscular
back.  Our sex-depleted bodies, a tangle of sprawled legs and arms all
akimbo, were clamped tightly together in an intimate physical embrace as
old as life itself, hearts beating in rhythm, one indistinguishable from
the other, each of us equally lost in the shuddering aftershocks of what
had been a monumental sexual union.  My slowly deflating penis was still
buried up his nether hole and his ass muscles were clenching and
unclenching around it with each quake, causing more carnal sensation to
flutter through me.  It was a lewd embrace that poorly reflect the profound
love I felt for him, and it was in this state that I enjoyed moments of
such complete happiness and relaxed serenity as I had ever known before.

   Many minutes later, I was still in a state of semiconsciousness, my body
still flooded with the endorphins from my fierce release, feeling that both
of our lives had been irreversibly and irrevocably changed as if by the
raising of a curtain.  I wanted to say something, but feared that saying
anything would spoil this magic moment.  Why had we waited so long?  I
smiled secretly to myself.  Anal sex shared with another man was a whole
new world of strange and wonderful possibilities, waiting to be explored.
Perhaps Ethan and I would explore it together.  All I really knew was that
this night would be a game changer, a new beginning and its wonderful
future.  Ahead of us, as far as I was concerned, was only happiness and
light.

   With rational consciousness begrudgingly returning, I knew that I was
heavy on my lover, still contorted motionlessly beneath me.  I sincerely
wanted to lift himself from him ~~ to withdraw from his ass.  Yet when I
tried to move, I found myself immobile, the debilitating pleasure still
leaving me utterly fatigued.  Even my capacity for the English language was
impaired.  "Muscles aren't working right," I mumbled, my words slurred. 
"Sorry."

   It took several more minutes before finally my shriveled manhood slipped
from his slackened nether hole.  I rolled off my still-panting best
friend's perspiration-covered body, shivering in the aftermath of our
searing homosexual lust.  Tenderly, I drew the blanket up over him, to keep
him warm and found myself reluctant to leave his side but knew it to be
necessary.  I'd taken him and used him rough, now it was up to me to clean
and care for him.  So it was that I wobbled towards his private bathroom on
shaky legs.  While I soaped and cleansed my flaccid penis, I kept musing on
what had just occurred, and liked the thrilling reality much more than I'd
ever imagined possible.  I was even excited about all the possibilities of
the two of us switching positions, perhaps that very night, and could only
hope Ethan was too.

   The object of my affection was still lying like a stone on the bed when
I returned from the bathroom with a hot washcloth and a hand towel.  I
moved up the bed beside him.  He turned and without thought my mouth came
down on his to share a long tender kiss.  His strong arms reached out and
gathered me to him.

   "Oh, man, Sebastian.  Are you sure that was your first fuck?  You are
natural born," he murmured, nuzzling my cheek.

   "Nah ...  You just have the most beautiful, edible, fuckable ass in the
world," I groaned, speaking the words from my heart.

   "I bet you say that to all your lovers." His words panged me, reminded
me that there were lovers, plural, indeed

   "Yes, I do ~~ all one of you," I lied, rationalizing the statement in
that I had never taken his mother anally.  It rang hollow even to me and I
was determined to make up for it.  "Now lay back on the bed and relax."

   "I can take care of myself!" He protested.  His cheeks were flushed,
whether from embarrassment, the latent effects of arousal or both, I didn't
know.  What I did know was that there was no way in hell I was going to
miss out on pampering my best friend if I had to sit on him to accomplish
it.

   Of course, the thought of sitting on him or, better yet, sitting on his
thick cock raised more than my temperature.  To my astonishment my lifeless
penis stirred as if it had not just been buried balls-deep in his ass,
filling him with my hot come.

   "I don't think so, pretty boy." I thoroughly enjoyed the way his chin
jutted forward, turning his look mutinous.  The other guys on the swim team
had tauntingly called him that name but I was affectionately teasing him.
"You're mine now and I take care of what's mine."

   I took my time pouring clean water from a floral-print pitcher into its
matching basin.  I whistled while I doused the soft cloth, wrung the excess
water out of it and pressed the warm, wet washcloth between his legs,
carefully cleaning him since I was sure he was tender.  I enjoyed every
minute of the task and hoped in time he would find it to be much less
embarrassing than he did now.  I didn't intend for there to be any more
secrets between us than was absolutely necessary.

   When I reached Ethan's penis, I couldn't help but admire his significant
endowment in a brand new light.  Through what I had seen of the other guys
at school in the showers, his cock boasted an unusual thickness, though I
would not say it was abnormally burly.  It was, however, sharply veined and
I couldn't help but imagine how they would feel in my tight channel.  It
would be difficult enough accommodating his hefty girth though the initial
entrance would certainly be eased by the fact his glans, while the color
and texture of a succulent plum, was very streamlined at the tip.  After
cleansing him, I took him in my hands and rubbed the thickset shaft against
my cheek, feeling its unutterable warmth.  His masculine, wood-like scent
tantalized my senses and inspired me to look up at him and whisper, "I
can't wait for you to fuck my ass with your big, beautiful cock."

   Ethan let loose a deep-seated moan, probably from a combination of my
sluttish words and the lavishly sensuous sensation of me hefting his balls
in my left hand while I wrapped the fingers of my right around his
slightly-stirring penis.  Drawing the tender head across my adoring face, I
caressed it with my kissing lips before opening them and lavishing the
lingual caresses of my tongue on its sensitive velvet.  When I gently
prodded the tensile tip of my probing tongue into the indentation of its
slit, I could feel my best friend shudder and moan.  I echoed his
unconstrained response when the salty tang of him teased my tongue with the
libidinous promise of richer flavors to come.

   I licked and bit gently at my boyfriend's resuscitating penis in the
softly lubricious heat of my suckling mouth, happy to bring his marvelous
manhood to life again.  Continuing to nibble and suck, I swiped my unctuous
tongue all around its steadily expanding girth, occasionally dropping back
so that his rejuvenated instrument slipped, wetly glistening, from my
mouth, every blood-ridge pulsating along its powerful length, a small
string of saliva still connecting my lips to it.  Then, inch by inch, I fed
his tasty cock into my hungering mouth, laving it until there was room for
nothing more than the subtle motions I could manage with its daunting
weight lying on my tongue.  I breathed deeply and began to hum as my throat
opened to him.  Letting him feel the sonorous vibrations of my larynx
before I slid him out again, I began to repeat my action more swiftly until
I was bobbing up and down on my prize like a man possessed.

   I felt him swell even more and was once again astonished that this
prodigious organ, like the bough of some redwood cedar, could open my
throat, and would indeed open my virginal ass, without splitting me
altogether.  Perhaps in a way it did, splitting open the virulent
homophobia that this benighted society had instilled in me and revealing
even to me the lusty warmth of my cock-craving body.  My eyes fluttered
open and I looked up at Ethan with deep affection.  He was my best friend,
my confidant, my man and I loved him.  And now we had the chance of opening
doors that would make this beloved friendship we shared even more intimate.
If I was prepared to go all the way and be ashamed of nothing.  I knew that
was what Ethan wanted because it was what I wanted in my heart as well.  I
would have to prove that all my puritanical inhibitions were off once and
for all and that I would stop at nothing in my devotion to him.  And ~~
what's more ~~ that I would enjoy, no, revel in every debauched moment of
it.

   He felt me shiver and knew very well that it had nothing to do with the
temperature of the room.  Reaching down, he lifted me up to join him and he
held me close, his big hands grasping my buttocks possessively, kneading
them with a knowing touch.  "Sebastian, I want to thank you," he rumbled.
"For tonight and for everything else."

   "No need to thank me," I replied in a breathy murmur.  "I just want you
to make love with me."

   We leaned toward one another for a true lovers' kiss.  As it always
seemed to happen when our lips met, I forgot to be nervous or afraid.  I
let the intoxicating headiness overtake my senses as Ethan's lips found
mine, his arms circling protectingly around my waist.  I let him draw me
against his strong, warm body so that as our tongues entwined our naked
flesh moved together, a seductive press of flexing muscle and burnished
skin.  His hand brashly probed my secret places from the front, discovering
how hot and wanting I was, revealing my homoerotic desires in every little
moan and nuanced movement.  One hand rose to my chest and he teasingly
rubbed my tender little nipples between his blunt fingers.  I melted
against him, letting him play me like a cello, drawing out undreamt of
feelings, generating electric heat to spark and build throughout my longing
viscera.

   Ethan pulled away, his usually smooth voice husky and low as he said,
"Get on your hands and knees.  Go on."

   I obeyed happily, turning so that my face was towards his dresser
drawers and my back and ass to him, my heart beginning to flutter as I
rested my forehead on the woolen blanket, very aware that Ethan was
crouched behind me.  I knew I had to look silly as all get out perched on
the edge of the bed, bottom in the air the way I was, but when he pushed my
knees apart even further and I realized he was now able to freely look at
the fleshy globes of my splayed ass cheeks and the puckered hole at its
cleft, I was glad he could hide my face.  Yet my self-conscious
embarrassment, didn't really matter because as things went, I was in
desperate need.  My body craved the new sensations he had foisted upon me,
that fact betrayed by the fact my cock was now as rigid as an iron bar, my
balls tight with yearning.  I wanted to feel his dark touch, rough and
demanding.

   When Ethan knee-walked up behind me, one of his strong hands resting on
my hip, his hardness resting suggestively in the cleavage between my
asscheeks, I thought I might lose it right then and there.  My aching cock
throbbed for more, every nerve sizzling in readiness.  I could feel his
hand against the fleshy part of my bottom and I couldn't help but wiggle
back in search of more, rotating my ass against him.  The fantasy of
suddenly shoving him down on his back and impaling my vestal ass on his
mighty rod raced through my mind.

   Ethan must have sensed my turmoil because this time he chuckled, the
sound deep and scratchy, grating over me as erotically as his
sexily-roughened hands.  "Just relax," he crooned softly, leaning up over
my back to whisper in my ear.  "This is going to take some time so you need
to be patient."

   He withdrew for a moment and I felt utterly bereft without his presence
... until I felt him crouching behind me, licking down toward my pubic
region.  By the time he moved down to my balls, my scrotal sac was pulled
up tight under my shaft from being so turned on.  When his tongue came out
and he began to lick my vulnerably dangling scrotum, I thought I would
faint dead away right then and there.  It was such a phenomenally arousing
feeling, dirty and sexy at the same time.  I mewled and writhed to the
point that Ethan had to grasp my hips with his hands.  He was strong enough
to hold me immobile ~~ and it was a good thing for what was coming next.

   Drawing away from my sac, he kept moving lower, gliding his tongue over
my hairless perineum between my testicles and my ass but still kept moving
lower.  Then, astonishing me with his perverse zest, he began lustily
licking up and down the deep cleavage.  I couldn't believe how hungrily
Ethan was eating my ass, as if it were a rich chocolate.  And not only that
but ~~ God in heaven!  ~~ it felt so very good, so very very nasty.  My
mouth opened and I moaned loudly.  I'd never felt anything like it in my
life, the inhibition-freeing sensation of indulging in something so wicked
obscene.  I thought I was going to come any moment just from the raunchy
feeling.  He noisily licked and slurped at my nether hole, forcing his
squirmy tongue up inside me.  I really thought I would lose it then.  His
slithery tongue began spearing in and out of my body just like a small cock
~~ fucking my previously unsullied ass.  Whatever lingering trepidation I
had about being sodomized by my horse-hung best friend, what he was doing
to me was setting my ass on fire.  The more he did it, the more I wanted
him to do it.  And with something bigger and harder.  I suddenly realized I
really did want to be fucked by his cock.

   "Oh, FUCK!" I groaned.  "Fuck me!  Please, Ethan!  Fuck me!" I begged.

   Ethan stopped his provocative tonguing of my butt and pulled his face
out of my cleft.  "Now who's the one who really wants to get fucked?" he
playfully chided.

   "I do," I whimpered, thinking about how much I wanted what looked like
the cock on a prized thoroughbred stud, no, the veritable telephone pole he
had swinging between his legs to go shoving up into my little, tender
butthole.  I had to be completely out of my mind.  "I want to feel you
inside me.  I want to feel a part of you." And, as I said it, I knew it was
true.

   "I know you do, man and believe you me.  I want to fuck you right now in
the worst way.  I really do.  But I told you you need to be patient because
you're not ready to take me.  I still have to work on getting you ready."

   I felt some motion on the bed and Ethan must have fetched the handy tube
of VasoLube because he started applying the greasy lubrication to my
butthole.  It was a little cold at first, but it quickly warmed up.

   "Now, I'm going to start with one finger.  Push down with your ass
muscles while I do.  That will make things a lot better.  I found it went
easier with you when I took deep breaths, especially when there was any
pain because it seemed to relax my inner muscles and the discomfort went
away pretty quickly.  Understand what I am saying?" he asked, genuine
concern and fearful trepidation written all over his voice.

   "Okay," I replied with equal apprehension.

   I'll admit I was scared.  I mean, really, who wouldn't be?  But I also
wanted this very badly and I trusted Ethan, whose free hand was
reassuringly smoothing over my butt and lower back, as I trusted no other
person on this earth.  Besides, his coaxing hands felt good pampering the
lower part of my body, almost as much as his tongue had felt so good
churning about in my anus; maybe I was being a bitchy scaredy cat for
nothing.

   I felt something touching me down there and realized it was Ethan's
finger, greasy with the lubrication, delicately probing the nether
entrance. When he slid it in, there was a distinctly caustic sensation at
first, but I obediently pressed down with my inner muscles like he'd told
me and it swiftly slid in all the way to the knuckle.  He squeezed
additional lube around it and began rotating it around with the gentleness
of a kiss before skimming it slowly and deliberately in and out of my
accommodating ass.  It was like my sphincter knew exactly what it wanted
and exactly what to do and had only been waiting all of my life to finally
get it.  I opened to his digital penetration astonishingly quickly and soon
Ethan's one finger invading my rectum was really not enough.

   "Damn!" he said in obscene wonder.  "I've read in porno stories about
some guys' asses being made to get fucked and I gotta admit that I thought
it was crock.  But now I'm starting to believe yours really is."

   Breathing that I knew I wanted this, I needed this, which I did on both
counts, he slowly added a second finger and, aided by me daringly pushing
back against him, almost immediately my chute welcomed this additional
stimulation.  I was shuddering groaning, but it wasn't from pain or any
sense of degradation.  The unexpected pleasure I was receiving was near
empyrean.  I'd never felt anything remotely like it, the beatific
sensations rushing over me something that I immediately craved to
experience over and over again.  Then Ethan curled his fingers and
deliberately brushed up against something secreted away in the depths of my
untapped ass.  I about swooned, in danger of coming just from this new kind
of mysteriously erotic touch.

   "Oh, my God!" I moaned loudly.  "What was THAT?!"

   Ethan chuckled.  "That was your prostate, lover.  Believe me, that's one
of the things that makes getting analled worth it."

   "Jesus!  I thought I was gonna come."

   "Stroking the prostate will make you come.  If a cock rubs it just right
while you're being fucked, or even a dildo, you can get off without ever
touching yourself."

   "You're kidding, right?" I asked, amazed by this revelation.

   By this point, his two fingers were moving easily in and out of my
little hole, his other hand having long since reached down between my legs
and was now fondling my twin testicles in their swaying sac.  I was feeling
like I really wanted more.  Ethan somehow ascertained my unspoken need this
and pulled his two fingers out to re-lube me and to add a third.  However,
when he pulled out, I groaned from the empty feeling I got inside.  He
chuckled at my greedy response.

   "Your butt is really hungry.  Don't worry, I just want to add some more
lube."

   I blushed deep crimson at my slutty wantonness and Ethan noticed.

   "Hey, Sebastian, it's okay to like this, to want it.  You have no idea
how excited I am that you love this so much.  I want my cock in your cute
ass as much as you want it there."

   He then proceeded to squeeze three fingers past the defensive muscle and
into the heated orifice beyond.  This time there was a definite twinge of
discomfort, but I pushed down on my responsive inner membranes and tendons
and took a couple of deep inhalations of tranquilizing oxygen as he had
instructed me to.  Any lingering discomfort soon dissipated to be replaced
by more and more of that seraphic pleasure and within mere moments he was
gliding three tightly-joined fingers into my dark depths and out again with
little to no resistance from my breached ass whatsoever.  Testing my
limits, Ethan started demandingly driving that trio of bunched fingers deep
inside me and out again with little or no resistance from my seemingly
innocent hole at all.

   While Ethan kept vigorously fingering my somewhat-virginal anus, I was
adoring the wickedness of it all, astounded that it just kept feeling
better and better.  I really enjoyed this, no, loved this.  I was full, so
full but my boyfriend spent what seemed like forever teasing and tormenting
me, even going so far as to tauntingly give my lust-engorged rod a few
teasing masturbatory strokes now and then but never allowing me to get
quite where I needed to explode.  I wanted to strangle him, beg him for
more and love him all at the same time because I knew there was something
better inevitably coming and I keenly wanted that most of all.  If this was
what getting fucked felt like, bring on that beefy horse-cock!

   "Now, Ethan.  Now!"

   My words must have spurred him on because in the next instant, I felt
him finally pull his stroking fingers out, then his hands were withdrawn
and I knew he was positioning himself behind me.  His strong palms clasped
my waist and predatorily bent me forward and down once more.  I gave myself
over to the paradox of forcing myself to yield to him what I most desired
to have, and sighed luxuriously as his roughened fingers parted the moons
of my buttocks, exposing once again the entire valley of my ass to the
night-cooled air.  I knew my penis was heavily swollen with the visual
evidence of my depraved arousal, and I felt my nether entrance puckering
involuntarily in its own lascivious plea to be invaded.

   Ethan, however, took his time, making me crazy with a subtlety that I
knew I could never convince him to abandon due to his legitimate concern
for me.  I, on the other hand, at that moment wanted to be ravished,
plowed, fucked brainless, all at once, but he made me wait.  His thick
fingers once more coated another healthy dollop of lubricant over the
opening of my quivering ass, a tantalizing probe inwards pulling a cry of
need from my throat.  I wished I had the cheek to thrust back with my hips
to try to force him into taking me, but I knew this was only the beginning
of the delight I had longed and hungered for.

   Ethan moved and while he was guided by my hip that he held fast with his
left hand, I felt the lust-swollen head of his impatiently throbbing shaft
against my slightly distended little nether hole.  Despite the slick
wetness dripping from it, it felt dauntingly larger than his fingers had,
making me reflexively jump and, despite my previous eagerness, my body to
defensively stiffen.  Ethan shushed me, telling me not to worry, that it
wouldn't happen until I was ready and that we were taking our time with our
pleasure.  But his voice was edged with lust, rough with barely-bridled
yearning, his hands were now both spreading the hemispheres of my ass wide
open, and the spongy glans was no longer nudging put pressing insistently
at my quavering pucker.  I legitimately tried to relax every muscle under
my command but I could not seem to will my inner defenses into surrender no
matter what.

   I let out an open-throated groan when Ethan leaned into me, steadily
increasing his invasively penetrative pressure, murmuring in an encouraging
tone although I had no idea what he was saying, the sole focus of my being
on the velvet-covered plum sinking deep into my tender flesh.  God, he was
huge!  Straining as hard as I could, I barely swallowed the searing pain
that came with the cruel invasion.  It felt as if only half an inch of the
tip of his bulbous glans was inside my tiny opening and, streamlined as his
iron-hard rod of masculine dominance was, the feeling of my insides being
ripped asunder would only get worse.  My prediction proved correct because,
he cursed under his breath and, using his hands on my hips for leverage,
jerked my nakedly kneeling body backwards, lunging forward simultaneously
against the outer ring of muscle.  With a lewd squishing sound my tormented
sphincter muscle suddenly gave way.  The heat that had been blooming
through my bottom as he assaulted that tightness changed from incendiary to
a fiery inferno that had me wondering what the hell I had gotten myself
into.

   I moved a knee forward on the bed, my shaken body ready to take flight,
only to stop stock-still.  That slightest movement completely changed the
strange sensation from burning discomfort to a screaming agony, every
nerve-end in my body scorched by the waves of blazing torture that radiated
out from my brutally impaled anus, so I slipped back into the relative
safety of his crushing hands, my will to resist him completely undermined
by a single spasm of excruciating pain.  God, he had done it, had stuck his
hard cock up my defenseless little rectum, and now the bodily pain I had
suffered was replaced by a sense of anguished humiliation.  I felt that my
self-respect had been destroyed and the last shred of decency stripped from
me when I willingly offered this man to anally rape me with his loathsome
penis...  I was drowning in a seething sea of mental and physical distress.
All the aberrant sexual acts I had committed since that afternoon when I
had joined Ethan in looking at that naked pictures hidden under his
mother's bed ...  instead of immediately reminding him of the corruptive
influence of pornography ...  passed in a blur through my mind.  All sexual
degeneracy in the form of voyeurism, masturbation, fellatio and unnatural
sex culminating in my cynical seduction of Elaine ...  and now this, the
final ignominy ...  to be sodomized by her horse-hung son!

   When I needed him most, Ethan was there for me.  "Sebastian, I love you
so much," came the precious words, wiping away my doubts, reminding me of
the beauty of what we were doing and, more importantly, what it
represented. "You've done it!  That was the hard part!  Just stay still
while your body adjusts."

   Trusting in my best friend and lover, I gave in to the strange
sensations, breathing through the radiating burn.  I felt him grin as he
sensed the change coming over me, then he flexed his loins and began to
slowly grind his thickly skewering cock forward into the tunnel of my
rectum, pushing the warm elastic walls of my previously inviolate orifice
ahead of his beefy rod as it forged relentlessly inward.  I was piteously
gasping for air, feeling him drilling deeper and deeper up into my futilely
clenching anal passage, my mind swirling with the pain and yes, even some
motes of pleasure, that continued to rack my helpless body each additional
fraction of an inch he bored into me.  I was groaning and grunting, unable
to form enough words to ask him to stop or at the very least slow down but
now not completely sure that was what I wanted.  I was now coming to the
realization that it was my internal struggles that perversely were making
his violation painful for me, the tension of my buttocks, the reluctance of
my unwilling aperture to stretch wider, that made the anguish tear through
me.  That was when it finally happened, and as it did, insurmountable
relief coursed throughout my body.  It was all so confusing and yet
unspeakably thrilling.

   "That's it, sweetheart," Ethan crooned as he stroked my hips with the
rough pads of his fingertips, feeling true acceptance.  "I knew you would
get used to me.  Just keep staying still."

   I wasn't so sure I could stay still.  My body needed to move, to do
something, but what, I had no idea.  It was all so overwhelming and
confusing.  Did I want more or did I want less?  All I could do was
remember to breathe deep, probably for the last time that night, and feel.
When I had dildoed myself that one afternoon I had thought I had known what
this would feel like, but I was wrong.  It was a pale shadow of the reality
of feeling deliciously full.  On top of that I felt deeply sensual, barely
able to believe another man had his penis buried inside of him, and not
just any man but Ethan, my best friend and the sexiest man he'd ever
encountered.

   Ethan continued to ease his thick manhood into my ass, sinking deeper
and deeper, filling me, making me wonder how my body could reconfigure its
interior to accept such a massive invader, eternally thankful that it
could. I was amazed at how perfectly the huge girth of his cock fit into
that seemingly snug little cavity.  It still stung at edges, yet all that
seemed to do was add a touch of spice to the roiling sex heat that was now
penetrating to the very depths of my heart.  Just when it seemed that he
must impale my very soul, he gave one last lunge until I felt the wiry bush
of his pubic hair sprouting from the base of his buried member prickled
against the widespread cheeks of my behind.  It was almost more than my
mind could bear, and I relished his hands lovingly caressing my flanks
almost as much as I did the luscious sensation of him being fully sheathed
in my palpitating ass.

   Ethan seemed to be resting for a moment, his hands moving from my hips
to stroke the line of my spine.  At first I thought that this must be some
kind of contest, one I knew I would lose.  But then I noticed his fingers
were shaking slightly and realized his body was tense as if each muscle was
bunched tight.  Was he holding himself back?  For some reason the thought
disturbed me.  I wanted him as crazy with wanton lust as I was.  I wanted
him to lose himself to the sumptuously sinful desires racking my body.  I
wanted all of him.

   "Do something, Ethan.  You're killing me." I was growing used to the
feel of him deep inside my ass, feeling the searing pain in my anal channel
begin to gradually diminish and fade until the first feeble flickers of a
strange novel sensation ...  Not pleasure exactly ...  It couldn't be
pleasure!  But it was and, God forgive me, I was starting to enjoy this. 
My traitorous body began to work with him rather than against him, my
mutinous bottom started moving almost on its own, ever so slightly twisting
and clenching against the axis of his ass-inhumed cock, trying to entice
him to do something.  I hoped my seductive movements, my heart-felt words,
would break him free of the control he held himself so rigidly under.

   "Stay still, Sebastian, or this won't go slow the way I'd planned for
your first time.  You may think you are ready but I doubt it."

   So, I had been right.  He was holding back.  "I don't want slow.  I want
you to fuck me." I felt his muscles tauten at my words.  Being a practicing
Catholic, I still was not wont to use such obscene language freely but if
it would get him to let go, I was willing to try.  In doing so, I gave
another tentative wiggle, subtly humping myself on his cock from sheer
lust, suspecting he would not be able to resist getting into the act soon.

   "Sebastian." Ethan groaned my name in a primitive growl I had never
heard come from him.  "I can't hold back with you moving like that."

   "Oh please, Ethan."

   In the next instant, his hands tightened on my hips once again.  Only
this time it was not to hold me in place, it was to give himself leverage
as he gave me what I wanted by delving deep into my arousal-rippling anus.
I grunted, a small yelp escaping my lips at his aggressive movement, making
me burn in more ways than one.  There were no further preliminaries or
niceties, just him plunging downwards to power himself home, burying the
full length of his shaft deep within me, retreating only to do so again and
again.  He was pumping rhythmically in and out of me with slow labored
strokes at first, then more and more rapidly Every time he retreated from
the tight confines of my most-secret place, he immediately delved back in,
initiating an escalating push-and-thrust, picking up the tempo as he went
so that I knew he'd finally lost himself and I was happy.

   "Unnhhh ...!" The breath was driven from my lungs by the force of every
piledriving lunge of the heatedly pulsating cock into my once-untouched
rectum and the crashing impact of his pelvis against my upturned rump, but
I held my ground like a stubborn horse.  The modified doggystyle position I
found myself in was different, pulling him incredibly deep, almost
painfully so, allowing him to piston smoothly in and out like a fine-tuned
engine, making me hold on to the coverlet for dear life, my knuckles white
with the effort of it.  His own knuckles must have been equally whitened
for he had begun to grope my asscheeks like a madman, fondling and mauling
the mounds of resilient flesh until I had to bite my lower lip to keep from
whimpering.  Not that what he was doing hurt that much; there were little
jolts of shimmery pleasure too, but it made me feel so helpless to be
manhandled that way while I was crouched down in such a submissively
servile position.

   I wished I could see him doing it to me!

   The obscenely grotesque thought flashed through my mind before I could
righteously blot it out, and the next thing I knew I was avidly recalling
the pornographic image of Terry and Jude, the two actors from the adult
movie Elaine had been watching that first time I had voyeured her
pleasuring herself to a blissful orgasm witnessing those two men sodomizing
each other.  For some reason, I vividly remember what had aroused her so
intently, the detailed memory so clear I could even recollect the swollen
curve of the meaty trunk of the thick penis, could virtually see once more
Blondie's triumphant expression as he fucked in and out of his writhing
lover's tightly puckered anus.  Was Ethan at this very moment wearing a
look of near-sadistic satyrish delight like the actor had in the video?

   If only the mirror on the dresser was tilted so I could watch myself
getting fucked up the ass!

   God, I was even beginning to think like a jaded man-whore, my depraved
thoughts blinking like garishly bright neon lights in the darkness of my
degradation.  But can you really blame me?  Here I was receiving anal sex
for the very first time, my best friend spiking up into my
forever-stretched nether channel into my very bowels with each deepstroke,
striking me so fiercely that it felt as though his massive cock was
battering all the way up against my soft palate.  When I felt his
steely-hard penis being slowly withdrawn from my back passage until only
the bullet-like glans was still embedded beyond my resistantly clinging
sphincter ring, I braced myself for the new assault I knew was sure to
come. And come it did, and although they were steadily accelerating, his
successive movements were precise, moving in such a way that rubbed my
tender insides in all the right places...

   Never in my life had I been so thoroughly and completely conquered! 
Over the past few weeks, Ethan had fucked my hand, my mouth, and now he was
infiltrating still another orifice.  I surrendered myself, mind body and
soul, to the delicious violence of it all, feeling his lean hips smacking
into the wobbling globes of my ass and the tunnel of my entrails, which had
been gradually opening, now gaping as though astonished by his jackhammer
ferocity.  Drunk with intoxicating passion, I skewered back on his hot
masculine spear with dedication until our mingled cries of debauched
pleasure filled the room, joined by nothing more than the graphic sound of
muscle grinding against tautened muscle, flesh slapping sweat-dripping
flesh.  I knew my cheeks were flushed and my eyes glassy but all I cared
about was submitting myself completely to his masterful assault, lose
myself in the dazzlingly intense sensations building, one riding right on
top of the other, allowing me no more time to rationally think, no time to
wonder or worry, only to feel and enjoy.  I was wild and free and blatantly
offering myself up as if a most prized whore and yet I didn't care.  For
this man I would do anything, allow him to do anything.  Except...

   The realization was staggeringly swift and hit shockingly hard.  I would
do anything for my best friend ... except hurt his mother.  Never before
had I felt about anyone else the way I felt about Elaine.  Even in the
midst of having torrid anal sex with her son, my thoughts inevitably
returned to her.  The depths of my profound feelings of love for her scared
me.

   Compartmentalizing my complex emotions for the moment, I felt, miracle
of miracles, a slight but distinctive change, as though the smooth walls of
my crowded rectal passage had been roughened by the friction of his urgent
thrusts.  Opening wide to joyously welcome its determined invader at last,
my gluttonous flesh rejoicingly sucked down around him like a cashmere kid
glove, moving right along him as if it were his foreskin sliding on his
cock.  A strange, shamefully masochistic kind of pleasure still mixed with
the fading humiliation of having my body used in this obscenely unnatural
fashion, a unique sensation that seemed to be melting my whole self,
deliquescing into a heated viscous liquid that immersed his lunging shaft
like warm scented oil.  Yes, by God, I was no longer simply enjoying this
but actually craving it!  With that admission to myself, the last shreds of
my own self-control vanished and I began to provocatively hump my
scrumptiously impaled ass back on my lover's demandingly-driving cock as if
my very life depended on getting every last bit of it inside me.

   Before I knew what was happening, I was riding the precipice of what
would surely be one of the most intense climaxes I'd experienced before.

   "Noooo!" I wailed in my intense desperation when Ethan slowed his
rhythm. I had been soooo close.

   "Not yet, Sebastian."

   My overtaxed body shook, my breath catching on each lung-burning
exhalation as I tried to recover from being so close to heaven on this
earth, only to have it cruelly denied from me.

   "Do you like having your asshole fucked?" Ethan asked, breathing
heavily.

   "Yesss," I replied, shameless, willing to admit to anything.

   "Has anyone ever fucked your ass before?"

   "Never!" I gaspingly confessed, my legs trembling for the feel of his
relentless cock soaring up my twitching anal orifice.  "And I love it!  Oh,
Ethan, Ethan, please, I'm begging you, please fuck me!"

   A strange sense of triumph surged through my veins when not only did
Ethan start fucking me again but he also leaned over and started whispering
lewdly in my ear.  He told me he was intoxicated by the exhilarating
knowledge that he was fucking his best friend where no other man's cock had
ever been before.  He alone had claimed my virgin asshole, introducing me
to the most forbidden and thrilling of all sexual delights and he had made
me love it!  He told me I was ramming my bucking ass up against him like a
bitch in heat, loved it that my sexy body was begging for more.  He had
never expected such a slutty response.  He admitted that the realization
that he had conquered me so completely filled him with a heady sense of
supreme power, making him feel more masculine and virile than ever before.
That and the magnificent tightness of my clenching asshole was the hottest,
sexiest thing he had ever felt.

   As if his erotic confessions weren't enough, Ethan withdrew one of his
hands from clutching my hip to stroke around and under my twisting loins
until he was fumbling for my heavily swaying erection, jouncing wildly as
it was from the vigorous pummeling he was administering to my joyfully
squirming ass.  His probing fingers slithered across my engorged shaft
until they found the rubbery crest of my long-neglected penis.  He squeezed
my aching cock gently, teasingly feeling it plumpen under his tantalizing
touch.  As his fingers curled firmly around to onanistically caress my
jutting shaft, he began to milkingly stroke me.  The resulting sensation
was shockingly sweet, making a sudden rush of air whoosh from my lungs as I
sighed my decadent pleasure.  Wanting to intensify it even further, I
balanced myself on my forehead and knocked his hand off my throbbing rod to
squeeze myself in the way I needed it most.  We worked in tandem to thrill
me, his free hand dipping down to jiggle my balls while he continued to
torment the swollen glans with his knowing thumb, matching his titillating
masturbatory strokes to his own cock's savage rhythm.

   "Ooohhhhhh," I moaned, lifting my rolling ass impossibly high in the
air. "Fuck, fuck!  Deeper, harder!  Oh give me more, more!" Those
profanities spewed unbidden from my lips as I gave myself up completely to
this rousingly perverted joy of being so utterly defiled.  God, I wanted it
to go on forever, but already I sensed the explosive charge building in the
heavy testicle-bloated sac that was slapping resoundingly against my
backside as Ethan tore into and out of my eternally-stretched anus.  It
wouldn't be long for him, I could tell and, not surprisingly, I felt my own
equally amplifying response.  I squinched my eyelids tight shut and
squirmed madly back on my lover's long plunging cock, milking it insatiably
with a tight clenching of my responsive sphincterial muscles on each
outstroke.  I felt as if I were lost in a kind of incandescent haze which
billowingly emanated from my own pleasure-crazed body ...  alone in a
primeval void with nothing but that great wonderful demonically ramming
cock rampaging into my entrails and depredating my very soul.

   "Not yet."

   Ethan's gutturally-spoken command pulled me from my internal turbulence.
He had to be kidding.  There was no way I could hold off the fast
approaching firestorm, my body rising in jubilant expectation, clangorous
spasms already reverberating through me.  Every cell in my being was aflame
with this glorious immolating carnal sensation.  The twin treat of having
my anus so thoroughly pillaged and my exquisitely throbbing penis so
malthusinastically tantalized, his forefinger and thumb unremittingly
pinching and tweaking my fiery glans, was the most devastatingly sweet
sensation I had ever experienced.

   Ethan, however, made sure I did exactly that.  Falling forward, he added
his brawny weight to my precariously balanced body, causing me to collapse
beneath him onto the bed, effectively trapping both my hand and his.  The
new position was definitely confining but thankfully he could still manage
to move his fingers over the sensitive tip of my penis.  The feel of his
burly weight on me only seemed to add to my heightened sense of arousal. 
When he tugged the hand that had been juggling my testicles out from
beneath us and buried his fingers hand in my hair, tugging until my head
was forced back so he could raspily breathe in my ear, I was sure he was
trying to kill me with raw pleasure.  And still he kept moving.  In and
out, his rhythm steady and rough, pounding into my body in a way so
animalistic I was surprised he wasn't growling, making my lips part as I
began to moan in ecstasy, my ass pumping upward to suck up every burrowing
inch of his great length.

   Despite his valiant attempts, that was it.  Though I desperately wished
to prolong the incomparably edge sensation, the glittering knife blade that
separates consummate rapture from the unbearable, I could stand no more. 
"I'm coming, I'm coming" I crooned triumphantly until my voice pitched into
a low banshee wail, "I'm cooommmming!" The broilingly hot tide within me
crested in a thunderous torrent and fountained its deluging tsunami through
every artery and vein of my bloodstream, surge upon surge of deliquescent
ecstasy, echoing the spouting ejaculations beneath me, glutting out the
aqueous sweetness.  I washed helplessly along its raging current, my
jubilant ass contracting elatedly around the thickness that impaled it.  I
voiced gasping howls of delight until a sudden violent thrust jammed my
open mouth into a pillow, stifling any further sounds from my involuntarily
spasming body, tossing and thrashing like some wild beast trapped in a net.


   My tumultuous orgasm must have brought Ethan to the apex of his own
physical joy because, jerking his hips violently, he ripped into me again
and again until he lustily cried out in wild abandon.  A microsecond later
his great shaft exploded, sending its scalding contents splattering against
the tender walls of my welcoming rectum.  I had only been dimly aware of
what was going on, spiraling deliriously, as I was, in my nebulous haze of
euphoric release, but when I sensed his erupting penis emptying within my
innermost depths, his steaming seed squirting within my newly conquered
passageway, something about his orgasm triggered something previously
untouched within me.  Kaleidoscopic lights whirled in front of my eyes and
I felt my thundering heartbeat throughout my delectation-exhausted body as
a new set of delicious tremors began to rack my body.  With no conscious
effort on my part, our sweat-drenched, sex-joined bodies worked once again
in unsurpassed accord, a bucking pair of brother souls ascending the apex
of earth-bound joy together, climbing to new and glorious heights of
sensation.  But the rippling pleasures still caromed through me long after
he pumped the last of his spurting hot cum into me, leaving me soaring like
a sole bird of flight into new, never-before-experienced dimensions of
transcendent pleasure, wishing Elaine were here to share this with me...

   When at last our epileptic seizures ceased, we collapsed on the bed in a
tangled, sweating heap, our homoerotic lusts sated.  I felt Ethan's heart
thumping reassuringly against my back, his decelerating breath hot in my
ears, strong arms locked possessively around my waist, holding me fast, his
penis still engulfed in my slick heat.  I wanted to reach out and touch him
but found myself too depleted to do anything but bask in the heat of his
body and his desire for me.  Never before had I felt so vulnerable, so
naked, so totally possessed.  Bathed in the serene warmth of the luminous
afterglow of our forbidden lovemaking, I was filled with appreciation and
tenderness for the man who had just claimed me so magnificently, so
superbly.  We had now made love in every conceivable manner, surpassing
anything I had ever considered possible in sex with another man before. 
His warm semen trickled slowly from my tenderly sore apertures.  There was
no feelings of guilt or remorse, no belief that maybe we were neurotically
oversexed or that the two of us suffered from aberrant libidos.  Ethan was
and forever would be my best friend, and no matter what happened between me
and Elaine, his mother.  I was determined to maintain this precious
connection I shared with him, a man I admired and cherished with all my
heart.  That made everything good and clean and right between us the way it
could never be with anyone else.

   Ethan began to stir, and when his softened penis slipped out, he turned
me carefully to him, kissed my slack and swollen lips then led me to the
bathroom.  He ran the shower, adjusting the spray to a steamy heat, before
he helped me into it.  We stood there under the sultry spray for a quiet,
peaceful moment then began to fondly lather one another, playfully but
gently attentive to those parts so recently hard-used.  It was a sweet
moment, our volcanic passions temporarily slaked.  I treasured these quiet
opportunities to savor the texture of his skin, the exquisite tone of his
muscles, the burnished cinnamon tan that colored his limbs.  He soaped my
body softly but thoroughly, utilizing the hand spray before enfolding me in
a huge fluffy bath towel and patting me dry.

   Four minutes later found us snuggled under a fresh set of bedsheets and
the down-filled blankets, the two of us whispering our goodnights and
sharing a final kiss.  Nestling against the soothing body heat of his
nakedness, I found it hard to contemplate the fiery wonder at what this
magical night would mean to all the rest of our lives.  My eyes closed and
I drifted off to sleep in the most pleasant, relaxed dreamlike trance I had
known in ages, slipping off onto a tranquil sea that was carrying me off
into a balming tropic warmth.







   A few quick notes

   First - I'm amazed by how much interest in this story, both in comments
and in number of hit counts.  It is Very gratifying and, yes, all
suggestions are at the very least considered and once rather seriously
debated between the two of us.

   On those asking about the editing process, my patient editor and I have
the mutual agreement that this story is to be written in a purplish prose
porn style so while there is a definite attempt to keep Ethan's inner
turmoil alive (his internal conflict in having sex with his best friend
while being in love with his best friend's mom) the real focus is on the
descriptive eroticism of the anal sex itself.

   To repeat myself, no, there will be no incestuous contact in future
chapters, that being a subject i find squicky.  That being said, there will
be conversations and scenes that are designed to be my commentary on the
hypocritical attitude towards ...  well ...  you'll see...
   Comments, suggestions, criticisms whatever shadesofextasy@hotmail.com