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 full-figured women, or are offended by cum, sweat, pee, toys, oral sex,
 anal sex, group sex, food/messy sex, watersports, light bondage/d&s,
 underclothing, masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, marital infidelity or
 just plain fucking.  Also don't bother reading it if you are expecting
 something that's violent or genuinely degrading or humiliating to anyone. 
 *Do* consider reading it if you like a bit of story with your sensuality.
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  Scorpio Madness, ch. 1 of 8 (mff, FA, w/s, light b/d, cons)
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           by Green Onions (an434987@anon.penet.fi)
                        March, 1996


 If you read the personals groups on the 'net you might think
 that only men are guilty of violating their marriage vows. 
 Certainly we and we alone are singled out in the public eye for
 shame.  But anyone who really believes that extramarital
 mischief occurs merely as a result of male misconduct is
 ignorant of logic, arithmetic, psychology, and literature.

 I adore plump women and I married one.  We've been together for
 a decade and we're still in love.  She had gained some weight
 over the years and soon--despite all of my efforts to tell her
 how sexy she was--she had become embarrassed by her body.

 It had always been a struggle to see her naked and eventually it
 became virtually impossible.  Just because she was a size-14
 with a cute little tummy.  You'd have thought that it was the
 end of the world.  Our sex life hadn't become extinct as a
 result, but it certainly qualified as an endangered species. 

 I'd always told my wife what a sweetheart she was and how much I
 loved her.  I don't think there was never any doubt in her mind
 about my honesty, and she often told me how happy she was with
 our marriage.  

 But in the last few years she had also admitted to being less
 interested in sex and would not acknowledge that I was doing
 anything wrong.  Massage, wine, sexy presents--it all seemed to
 have no effect on her indifference to the joys of the bedroom. 
 The great irony was that I found her larger body more sensuous,
 at the same time as I was learning that I could no longer arouse
 her so easily.  We were drifting apart sexually.

 Was it my fault?  Perhaps it was, but I didn't know what the
 problem was and she couldn't or wouldn't tell me.  And no, there
 were no special health issues involved.  We'd always been very
 open about that.

 I'm not the only person in the world who's suffered in this
 manner.  Many a woman has told a similar tale.  She wants her
 situation to turn out perfectly and gives so much.  But her
 husband has no interest in her.  His needs, the
 kids'--yes--those are important.  They require her attention and
 she gives her all.  Grudgingly, sometimes, for his more material
 requirements.  And lovingly for her children's needs of all
 sorts.
 
 But at the end of the day, what becomes of her desires?

                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 When I first met Rikki on the 'net a year ago, I had no idea
 that two marriages would be sexually rejuvenated as a result of
 our clandestine association.
 
 At first, it was superficially amusing to correspond with
 someone whose name was the feminine form of my own and whose
 birthdate followed mine by just a day.  We talked about our
 families and our friends.  We traded recipes and picked apart
 movies.  We mused about sports, politics, gender, and marriage. 

 But spring has a funny way of changing things.  By that time
 we'd enjoyed each other's banter and chatter for months, and our
 friendship had matured into a secure place for both of us. 
 That's when we became much more than mere acquaintances.

 One night I broke down and told her how sexy I thought she was. 
 Soon we were exchanging hot e-mail.  She started reading my
 stories from various web sites, and began to write down some of
 her fantasies for me.  We both dreamed about making an erotic
 movie: Rikki wanted to be an actress, I wanted to be a writer.

 I was surprised at how compatible we were as sexual partners. 
 For starters, we both like to give and receive oral sex;  I
 guess you could say we're cum freaks.  She loved to lick her
 fingers after masturbating and I would yearn to be there so I
 could taste them too.
 
 Rikki told me her pussy got too wet for most of her lovers to
 enjoy sucking and I was enticed and intrigued.  When she heard
 how much pre-cum I had during foreplay, she described how she
 would lick it off.

 When I revealed to her that I liked to shoot my cum into my own
 mouth, she asked for a polaroid.  Rikki joked with me about
 posting the scan and we shared our exhibitionist fantasy of
 seeing a picture of ourselves fucking and soul-kissing on the
 'net.
 
 Then Rikki offered to send me a pair of her panties if I'd send
 her a pair of my underwear.  I got hard just thinking about the
 idea.  I had to rent a P.O. box to do this but the taste and
 smell of her sweet pussy was well worth it.  
 
 The contents were still moist in the double ziplock bags but
 naturally I wanted to fully re-lubricate her essence, so I put
 the stained crotch in my mouth.  Not only were her panties
 tasting of cum and sweat, but she had even peed a little bit
 into them.
 
 I was shocked at first, but then I remembered the time when we
 were both drunk during one of our first phone sex sessions. 
 Rikki had confessed to pissing all over the place during her
 climax.  She got really hot again when I asked to listen to her
 doing it in a glass, and obliged me on the spot.

 But there was nothing compared to physical contact.  The sensual
 experience was of rubbing her newly re-moistened panties all
 over my face was sensational.  
 
 Of course I told her how excited the panties had made me during
 our next phone sex session.  My juices and hers mixed for the
 first time after I masturbated in them.  Rikki was close to
 climax by then and completely lost her cookies when I described
 the combined flavors to her while sucking on the well-used
 cumwear.

 I later found out that her first lover had convinced her that it
 was normal to let go completely during her climaxes and that she
 loved to do it whenever she could.  I had also become confused
 between peeing and cuming in my early adolescence, and had
 always wanted a lover who had the same `problem.'

 But for me it wasn't just a question of compatible interests. 
 Nor was I merely hooked on her intelligence and sense of humor. 
 Even the fact that she was an assertive person who knew how to
 ask for and get what she wanted wasn't the primary turn-on for
 me.
 
 What excited me about Rikki was that she loved to be lusted
 after.

 She was the kind of woman who could get wet because a man
 demonstrated his need for her sensuality.  I once told her that
 I fantasized about pulling down her pants and sucking her pussy
 through her panties while she was talking on the phone.  She
 loved the idea, and we exchanged pictures shortly afterwards.

 We adored each others' photographs and I found that my need for
 her increased much more as a result.  Rikki was tall and big--a
 pudgy country woman with a cute round face, warm hazel eyes, and
 gobs of shiny brown hair adorning a pleasingly-padded body.
 
 She didn't wear a huge cup size, but her big breasts were
 proportional to the rest of her physique.  I could see her plump
 waist flowing over her tight jeans and her full torso framed by
 thick bare arms.  Even her hands were large and soft. 

 Rikki was obviously proud of her fleshy, muscular, big-boned
 form and her bright eyes and easy smile seemed to invite one to
 partake of its curvaceous delights.

 It wasn't long before we were having phone sex two or three
 nights a week.  Whole days would go by during which I could think
 about little else besides what it would be like to sleep with
 Rikki, and she assured me that the same thing had happened to
 her.
 
 She told me that she no longer minded her husband's abbreviated
 foreplay during the rare moments when he would fuck her--all she
 had to do was to imagine what it would be like to go sixty-nine
 with me.  And I found myself dreaming about her drenched pussy
 even during the all-to-infrequent occasions when my wife would
 let me seduce her.

 We had both fooled around before.  I had done so only a few
 times, with a very dear friend, but I'd felt incredibly guilty
 afterwards and had resolved never to do it again.  

 Rikki was farther along in the process.  She had a lover in town
 whom she met infrequently and had been with two different men
 from the 'net in the last six months.  One of them had sent her
 a ``CU-seeme'' video of him masturbating.  She jerked off to it
 while her family was asleep.

 Rikki wasn't looking for perfection or accomplishment or age in
 her men; all she cared about is whether they were sweet,
 sensuous, and experienced lovers who really _wanted_ her.  We
 both enjoyed the tales of her trysts: it was never clear whether
 I loved to listen more than she like to tell me or the other way
 around.
 
 Rikki had made me realize that I was as much a prisoner of my
 need for lasciviously hot sex as she was.  We were two Scorpions
 on the beach, drenched in the pungent waves of our own foaming
 pheromones.

 But I felt safe because she was so far away.  I knew I desired
 her sexually as I had wanted no other woman before, and I felt
 free to tell her about it.  In turn, she opened her heart to me.
 We stripped our minds naked in front of each other's video
 screens.  I was as privy to her innermost sexual feelings,
 fantasies and experiences as she was to mine.

 Prince Charles may imagined himself living happily ever after in
 Camilla's panties, but my thoughts buried themselves deep in
 Rikki's wet snatch, just as her limitless erotic needs seemed to
 reside in my cum-filled balls.  Some attractions are made out of
 the diaphanous strands of heavenly bliss--our mutual lust seemed
 to be fabricated out of the viscous lava of earthly magma.

 Of course, neither of us could resist the opportunity to meet
 when it finally arose.

                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 I thought it was strange that Rikki was willing to rendezvous at
 highway rest area so far from her home, but she explained that
 she had a friend who was willing to drop her off and check up on
 her.
 
 We had agreed not to masturbate for a whole day in advance--a
 tall order for both of us--so we'd be really horny.  It was a
 hot day and I couldn't help but imagine the effects of the heat
 and the deprivation on her panties as well as her desire.

 I was late and I really _had_ to go badly.  I was hoping the
 rest area would have an open bathroom just in case I couldn't
 restrain myself.  And I wondered whether she'd actually show up.
 This was the first time I'd ever met a cyberlover to have sex.

 Fortunately she was waiting for me at a nearby picnic table.
 It was a sunny afternoon and a small number of rather
 ordinary-looking people were using the others.  A few children
 were playing with a soccer ball in the meadow accompanied by an
 excited dog.  No one seemed within close range except for a
 couple laying out a late lunch some distance away.
 
 Rikki had on a tight worn pair of light blue jeans and a more
 loosly fitting tee-shirt with the arms cut crudely off.  She
 kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, as if she was in need.

 We were so glad to see each other.  I guess we got carried away.
 She was rounder and plumper than I'd expected from her picture.
 The soft curves of her body made me even more conscious of the
 hardness of mine.

 I'd been lifting weights a lot recently the way I always do in
 the summer and her large, appreciative hands explored my broad
 shoulders while my fingers dug gratefully into her rich
 buttocks.  I slithered a solid leg between Rikki's full thighs
 and started rubbing the curve of her generous _mons_ as our
 tongues probed deeply into one another's mouths.

 I suppose the ``Amway'' (*) couple several tables away must have
 been worried that their children would see us so obviously
 treasuring each other's bodies and frenching like there was no
 tomorrow.
 
 But then again it may have been pure jealously on their part
 that had caused them to stare.  My view of the surroundings
 after our long, slow, wet, probing soul-kiss revealed no curious
 children but a few interested adults.

 I don't think either of us could stand the effect of our
 steaming libidos being warmed by one other's needy bodies and
 the searing sun.  Our minds thought as one and our eyes saw as
 two, focusing on clump of trees nestled behind the open meadow.

 As we approached I saw that there was some shelter from the
 inquiring eyes all around us.  Suddenly, Rikki stopped and let
 go of my hand.

 ``What's the matter Honey?''

 ``Rick, I've _really_ gotta go.  I'm so horny but I'm also 
   just bursting''

 ``Maybe it will feel better once you sit down.''

 We were now almost safe in the wooded area and eased gingerly
 down onto a log that someone had stripped the bark off of.
 I felt my cock straining against the fabric of my shorts.  It
 was way too warm to wear underwear.
 
 A small drop of pre-cum had dribbled onto my leg.  I dabbed at
 it with my fingers and placed it on her lips.  She licked it off
 and we kissed again.  
 
 Rikki broke off and started rimming my ear with her tongue.
 I raised one of her plump arms and teased the soft flesh
 underneath with mine, slowly sucking all of her sweat off.

 She unbuttoned her tight jeans and I helped her pull them down a
 little so I could masturbate her.  Her hand was right on my
 exposed cock.

 I wiggled her jeans down even further to partly expose her full
 thighs and took a quick look around.

 ``No one can see us, Dear!'' I whispered triumphantly.  Rikki's
 libido was too high for ordinary speech; it seemed she could
 only moan in response as I started wetly kissing her breasts
 through her tee-shirt.  
 
 Then I buried my face in her wet panties and began to tease her
 outer lips with my nose through the fabric.

 ``Oh, Rick...I've gotta go so badly.  I just can't stand it!''

 ``Darling you can do whatever you want.  We're safe here.''  I
 kissed her again, but this time without putting my tongue in her
 mouth.  I just let it trace around her lips.  
 
 ``You can just relax now.''

 I moved back between her legs and started kissing her inner
 thighs, slowly sucking the soft flesh into my mouth and then
 releasing it.  She seemed to take my advice and closed her eyes.
 I snaked my tongue under the elastic, enjoying her elixirs--some
 sweat, a lot of cum and a subtle background note of pee.

 Rikki was so delicious that my salivary glands started working
 overtime.  Pretty soon I was taking in lots of her cum along
 with a small measure of her piss and mixing it with my mouth's
 own wetness before expelling it back into her panties in a slow
 rhythm.  
 
 I could feel both the strength and the softness of her meaty
 legs as she began to clamp them together tightly and more
 rapidly around my head.  I encouraged her by pinching her
 slippery inner thighs between my fingers and thumbs.

 Rikki was breathing rapidly and almost growling from the
 exertion. ``I can't believe we're doing this here...can't
 believe...''.  

 I opened her legs a little more and ran my tongue underneath the
 elastic so I could tickle her fat swollen clit.  I licked her
 slowly along the surfaces of her labia and then pulled the
 panties all the way aside so I could rub my nose between her
 dripping inner lips.

 I knew she was cuming.  One of my rogue fingers sneaked
 underneath her panties from the back and then all the way into
 her undulating anus as I delved deeply into her pussy with my
 tongue.
 
 Soon I was rewarded with a series of huge shuddering sighs,
 complemented by a stream of warm golden liquid.  She came and
 pissed at the same time when I put her throbbing clit gently
 between my lips and rubbed it with my tongue.

 Rikki's climax was a hot juicy explosion of quivering wet flesh.
 She began to squirt a lot of pee out and I was slurping it up
 from her oozing snatch as fast as she could spurt it.  Some of
 her warm piss was filling my mouth and mixing with her sticky
 cum.  The rest was caressing my cheeks and dribbling down my
 chin.  I could even feel a few errant droplets in my hair.  We
 were lost in a lust-crazed daze as she squirmed, moaned and peed
 helplessly while I sucked her soaking pussy, squeezing and
 kneading her big thighs with my finger deep in her sweaty
 asshole.

 The sound of rustling leaves interrupted our hedonistic
 sexstacy.  Whoever it was seemed to be making no effort
 whatsoever to conceal their presence.

                      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

* `Amway' (tm) is a US firm that pays commissions to individuals
  who sell laundry detergent and other common household items to
  their friends.  Amway advertisements typically depict fit,
  clean, toned, tanned Americans of apparent northern European
  origin enjoying a healthy outdoor patriotic low-calorie
  drug-free alcohol-free middle-class family-values-oriented 
  lifestyle--ed.

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