Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2004 06:19:24 -0500
From: Ken James <kenjames6699@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ginger and the Twin Peaks Ch. 4

Ginger and the Twin Peaks - Chapter 4
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The West End Digital team stayed until 10:30 PM Thursday night, finishing
the pre-production graphics two days ahead of schedule. Darlene and I met
Bill Stone on Friday morning. The rest of the team stayed home.

When we'd finished with Bill, I took Darlene to lunch. After we'd eaten, I
leaned back in the booth and sighed. "It's such a relief getting done
early," I said. "I don't have this kind of deadline pressure doing stained
glass."

"It can be tough," Darlene agreed. "The long hours and stress are part of
the reason I broke up with my boyfriend last month. I don't know what I'm
going to do this afternoon. I'm sure too keyed up to go home."

"Why don't you come home with me?" I asked. "I've got a couple of nice big
bottles of Merlot and some food. We can get giggly and learn more about each
other."

Darlene studied my face for a moment, long enough for me to feel the
moisture building between my legs. "Sure," she finally answered. "That'll be
fun."

I admired Darlene's outfit as we sat together on the couch. Her dark purple
leather skirt was unusually short. It barely covered her crotch. I could
tell she wasn't wearing panties, although she might have a thong. Her
form-fitting violet blouse matched the skirt perfectly. It was cut low,
showing an impressive amount of cleavage. I could hardly resist the
temptation to bury my face between her beautiful breasts.

We talked about our backgrounds for a while. She was six years older than me
and had gotten her Fine Arts degree at UT Austin, just like I had. For a
while, we gossiped about the Austin art scene and the professors we'd had in
common.

After I'd poured our third glass of wine, the conversation became more
personal. "So what are you doing with the twins?" she suddenly asked. "Don't
look so startled, dear. You've been discreet, but Hollywood's really a small
town."

"Both at once," she marveled after I'd told her some of it. "That must be
fun. I've heard they're really good in bed."

"Yes, they definitely are," I agreed, setting my wine on the coffee table
and moving slightly on the couch, pressing my leg against Darlene's. She
took a sharp breath but didn't move away.

I decided this was the time to go for it. "Have you ever had sex with a
woman?"

Darlene finished her wine with one swallow and set the glass on the coffee
table before turning to face me. "Only in threesomes with a man," she
answered. "It wasn't much fun. I think the women were just doing it to
please their boyfriends. What about you?"

"I really like men, but sometimes I meet a woman . . ." I put my hand on her
breast, feeling her heart pounding. She looked down at my hand for long
seconds, then turned to gaze into my eyes. I pressed my lips against hers.
Her mouth opened and our tongues darted against each other.

We kissed for a long time. I finally pulled my lips away from hers and began
showering her with tender kisses, on her nose, closed eyelids, forehead,
cheeks, ears, neck . . . the places I love to be kissed. Darlene had her
arms around me, holding me close. She was breathing hard and running her
fingers through my hair.

When we finally separated, I pushed the coffee table away and straddled her
on the couch, trapping her hips between my thighs. With fumbling fingers, I
unfastened her buttons and pulled her blouse open, exposing the half-bra
supporting her breasts.

I caught her nipples and began gently rolling them between my thumbs and
index fingers. They were growing long and hard under my touch and her
areolae were already getting puffy.

Darlene's hands were on my breasts, stroking them through the thin fabric of
my blouse. My panties were already soaked. Soon my juices would be flowing
down my thighs. The air was full of my sharp scent.

"Let me open my legs," Darlene gasped. I got up and stood in front of her.
She was just as hot and wet as I was. Our combined smell was overwhelming.
She flipped her skirt up, revealing a tiny white thong. She roughly pulled
the thong to one side, exposing her dripping snatch. I dropped to my knees
between her legs. "Stick your finger in," she commanded. My index finger
slid into her easily. "Oh yeah!" she said, reaching into her bra and
releasing her breasts. "Give me another one."

She sank back on the couch, squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples
as I drove my crossed fingers violently into her cunt. "Oh, this is so hot!"
she exclaimed. "You're finger-fucking me. I'm . . ." Darlene startled me by
suddenly screaming and arching her back as her pussy muscles clamped on my
thrusting fingers. Her snatch throbbed as she thrashed on the couch.

"I can't believe you came this quickly," I whispered when she was finally
spent. I'd never even gotten close to her clit.

"I cum really easily," she answered. "But I've never gotten off with a woman
before. Not like this."

"Most of the times I've been with women have been in three-ways with Ken," I
said. "It's fun, but I've mostly been turned on by his excitement. You're
different. I've wanted you from the first instant we met." I'd unbuttoned my
blouse as I was speaking and moved onto the couch, kneeling between her open
thighs. Darlene pressed the palms of her hands against my bare breasts.

"I'm scared," Darlene confessed as she continued kneading my breasts and
pinching my pebble-hard nipples. "But I want you, too."

"Come on, baby," I said, getting to my feet and extending my hand. "Let's go
to the bedroom." We went up the stairs holding hands.

Darlene and I stopped at the foot of the bed, staring at our reflections in
the mirror over the headboard. "I never imagined we'd be doing this," she
said. "I've thought about it, but I didn't think it would really happen."

"Do you want to stop?" I asked. "There's still time."

"That would hardly be fair," she said, smiling suddenly. "Not after cumming
with your fingers in my pussy and splashing you with my juice." She turned
to face me and moved into my arms. "Just kiss me again."

We kissed for a long luxurious time, our tongues tenderly stroking each
other. Whatever hesitation Darlene had felt about making love with another
woman was obviously gone. Her arms were wrapped around my back, holding us
tightly together. The feeling of our bare breasts rubbing together was
intensely erotic.

Darlene purred as I reached under her skirt and cupped her buttocks. Those
muscular mounds of flesh felt even better against my palms than I'd
fantasized. I wanted to kiss, lick and even bite them, but that could wait.
She was grinding her crotch against mine, arousing me in a way no man had
ever done.

My body was already starting to vibrate when Darlene moved her hands down
onto my butt. When she reached inside my soaked panties and slipped a finger
into my crack, it pushed me over the edge. "I'm . . . cummmmming!" I gasped
in surprise as my body began to shake.

"Wow!" I whispered when my orgasm had subsided. My knees were suddenly weak.
I might have collapsed if Darlene hadn't been holding me so tightly. "That
was so good."

When she was sure I could stand unassisted, Darlene released me and moved
away. "It's wonderful," she said as she was removing her blouse and placing
it on the dresser. "You cum like me." She unfastened her bra and placed it
beside the blouse. Her skirt followed it an instant later. She stepped out
of her shoes and stood grinning at me, clad only in her tiny white thong.

"Come on, baby," she commanded. "Strip for me." It only took me a moment to
discard my skirt, blouse and shoes. We stood still, staring at each other
for a timeless period. I'd never imagined I'd be so filled with lust for
another woman.

I was torn between two desires. One was to leap on Darlene like a tigress
and ravish her. The other was to grab my sketchpad and capture her erotic
intensity for eternity. Later, she told me she'd been having the same
feelings.

Lust won out. Moving as one, we approached, each putting a hand on the other
woman's crotch. "You're dripping," Darlene marveled, "just as wet as me."

"You're so hot," I breathed. My hand was moist with her juices. I lifted it
to my mouth and licked my palm. "I love your scent and taste."

I was suddenly intensely aware of my own damp panties. I'd given in to so
many forbidden desires. That little scrap of wet cloth was the final barrier
to my lust for another woman. I slipped my fingers into the waistband and
pulled my panties down in one swift motion. They fell around my ankles and I
stepped out of them.

Darlene stared at my nakedness for long seconds, took a breath so deep it
was almost shuddering, and removed her own thong. A heartbeat later, we were
locked in our first truly nude embrace.

My hands prowled her body, exploring every curve and indentation. "You have
such a wonderful full figure," I whispered. "I feel like a boy next to you."

"Baby, you're not a boy," she answered. "You're a woman. A damn sexy woman!"
She grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. She settled on her back and I
straddled her hips. Looking down at her magnificent breasts and swollen
areolae, I remembered my earlier burning desire to bury my face between
them. I reached out and began stroking them, marveling at their plump
firmness.

"Come on baby," Darlene gasped, gripping the back of my neck and pulling my
face down onto her tits. "Suck my nipples." I stared for an instant before
taking one in my mouth. They were already sticking out a full half-inch, as
long as mine ever grew.

Her nipple was astonishing. It continued growing thicker and longer as I
sucked it and flicked my tongue over its tip. It was like going down on a
tiny cock. "It feels so good," Darlene finally said, "but that's only one.
The other needs attention, too." No problem. I couldn't get enough of her.
When I finally lifted my face from Darlene's chest, I was amazed at the
sight. Her erect nipples looked almost exactly like miniature penises. I
began pinching and twisting them, jacking them off. I almost expected them
to spurt cum.

I finally abandoned Darlene's wonderful breasts and began moving down her
body, kissing, licking and occasionally gently biting her chest and belly. I
opened her legs and stared in awe at her heated pussy. The inner lips were
so swollen they protruded past her full outer lips. Her pubic area was
gleaming with her juices.

The sight and smell were so overwhelming, I could barely resist my desire to
bury my face in her smoldering center and drive into her burning core.
Instead, I began kissing and nibbling the insides of her thighs, driving her
wild with passion. "Please baby," she finally gasped. "Eat me out."

That was the invitation I'd been waiting for. I was kneeling between her
open legs with my face inches above her crotch. Except for a luxuriant
bikini patch above her outer lips, the area was baby-smooth, without the
traces of shaving stubble that my pussy usually wore. I slowly ran my flat
tongue up her plump, fluid-shiny lips, savoring her taste. After a few long
tongue strokes, she was moaning with excitement.

Her vulva was still closed. Now I pressed the tip of my stiff tongue into
her fold and began working it around her interior. Darlene quickly became
impatient with this slow erotic torment. She reached down and opened herself
fully. "Eat my cunt! Now!" she demanded. "Please," she added an instant
later.

I was just as ready as Darlene. I slid my tongue into her hole, as deep as
it would go, loving the taste and feel of her slick walls. I sucked gently
and was rewarded with a mouthful of her sweet juice. The taste was just as
good as a man's cum. I dove back into her snatch, vigorously tongue-fucking
her.

She was groaning and working her hips in time with my tongue thrusts.
Occasionally, I'd pull out and flick my tongue across her clit, making her
scream. I was on the brink of cumming from sheer excitement. It was time to
push her over the edge. I pulled my tongue out and drove two fingers into
her dripping snatch.

Darlene bucked and screamed, matching my motions as I finger-fucked her
violently. Her hands were on her breasts, roughly twisting and squeezing her
nipples. When I bent down and wrapped my lips around her clitoris, she
grabbed my head and pushed it away. "Not that," she gasped, "I'm too
sensitive."

An instant later, her body started shaking. I continued ramming my fingers
into her hot cunt as she came wildly beneath me. Her orgasm finally ran its
course, but I continued mercilessly stimulating her, occasionally bending my
fingertips to catch her G-spot, making her cum again. She wrapped her
beautiful muscular legs around my waist and squeezed me like a python. I
held on and drove her ruthlessly from climax to climax until she'd finally
exhausted her strong body and lay limp on the bed.

I moved beside her, pressing my body against her side and draping an arm
over her heaving chest. Her heart was pounding like a hammer. She had a
wonderful expression of total satisfaction. I held her tenderly and planted
gentle kisses on her face as her athletic body quickly recovered.

Darlene finally opened her eyes and smiled up at me. "Oh Ginger," she
whispered, "I never imagined sex with a woman could be so good." She pressed
her lips against mine. It was a tender, sisterly kiss . . . for the first
few seconds. Then she attacked my mouth with a hunger that was breath-taking
in its intensity, gripping the back of my head and pulling me to her.

My head was already spinning when she growled, "On your back babe!" She was
on top of me in an instant. I run several miles and work out on our home
exercise machine every day, so I'm strong and agile. Still, I felt helpless
in the face of Darlene's amazing physicality. She would have her way with me
and there was nothing I could do to stop her.

The thought of her dominating me was unbelievably arousing. "Take me honey,"
I gasped, "as rough as you want. I'm ready for you."

She started out gently, kissing my face and down my neck. Reaching my
breasts, she began licking and sucking my nipples, occasionally nipping them
just sharply enough to give me a little touch of pain.

Darlene couldn't get enough of my breasts. She was kissing and licking them
all over, as well as kneading them, gently at first, then more vigorously
when she realized I wanted more roughness. Ken's a notorious tit freak, but
Darlene had my breasts firmer and more swollen than even he had ever
managed. "I've got other body parts," I finally gasped, pushing her away
from my chest.

She began working her way down my belly, licking, kissing and occasionally
biting. I could hardly believe how excited I was from Darlene's love-making.
She hadn't even reached my crotch, but I could feel the juices leaking from
my cunt and trickling down between my buttocks. I was overwhelmed by her
sheer female physicality.

"Your pussy is so swollen," she marveled when she finally opened me. "You're
so hot, wet . . . and red. It looks like you're on fire."

"I am, baby," I gasped. "You've got me burning up."

I screamed as Darlene thrust her tongue into my snatch. Wild with passion,
she licked my pussy walls and gulped my juices. I almost came every time her
tongue accidentally slipped out of my cunt and lashed my clit.

"Suck my clit," I finally commanded. "Finger-fuck me." Darlene complied
eagerly. I came almost as soon as she wrapped her lips around my swollen
love bud. She held on while I thrashed and moaned beneath her. When I was
spent, she resumed her efforts, hooking her fingers up upwards to catch my
G-spot, almost instantly driving me to an even more intense orgasm.

"No more," I whispered, pushing her away. "Just hold me." I pulled her on
top of me and wrapped my arms around her back, luxuriating in the feel of
her body covering mine. In my daily life, I'm always so strong and in
control. It's wonderful to relax and be totally dominated by a lover, all
safe and secure.

"I love this lull," I thought dreamily. "Darlene is so good . . . better
than any man, except Ken." As usual, my desire, so recently satiated, was
growing again, becoming even sharper and more intense than before.

Darlene's head was down with her cheek pressing against mine. She lifted her
head when I began running my fingertips up and down her back. We kissed,
first tenderly, then fiercely, with our passion building second by second. I
finally pulled my lips away from hers and announced, "I want to get fucked."

"How, honey?" Darlene asked. "Have you got a strap-on?"

"Look in the nightstand," I answered, giggling. A moment later, Darlene was
examining the elaborate harness. It had a flesh-colored eight-inch cock and
balls dildo pointing outwards, a six-inch dildo facing inwards and a
four-inch butt plug in back. "I bought it to fuck the twins in their asses,"
I explained. "I never got around to using it on them."

"I don't think I can use this part," Darlene said, pointing to the butt
plug. "I've never done anal."

"That's okay," I answered. "It comes off easily."

It only took a couple of minutes to remove the butt plug and strap Darlene
into the harness. She was so wet the inward-facing dildo slid smoothly up
her snatch. "I love strap-ons," she purred, admiring herself in the big wall
mirror as she stroked her artificial cock. "My boyfriends have really liked
having me fuck their asses."

"Okay babe," she said, turning to me, putting her hands on my shoulders and
forcing me to my knees. "You've got a chick with a dick. Now suck my big
hard cock."

I love cocks. The dildo lacked many of the characteristics of a real man,
his warm velvety-smooth skin, the taste and texture of his leaking pre-cum,
the way he grows harder in my mouth as I suck him,  his throbbing and
spurting . . . but it was still exciting. Darlene was really getting off
too, partially from the sight of me going down on that massive tool and
partially from the motion of the dildo in her own snatch.

"That feels so good," Darlene said. "Now, are you ready to get this chick's
dick stuck up your hot cunt?" When I nodded, she continued, "Okay, get on
your hands and knees on the edge of the bed." I scrambled to comply,
positioning myself at the foot of the bed. Looking at the wall mirror in
front of me, I watched Darlene move behind me. "Does my little slut still
want it rough?" she purred, caressing my butt cheeks.

"Oh yes, Mistress!" I replied.

An instant later, I screamed in pain and surprise as she slapped my butt.
"That's 'Yes, please' to you!" she snapped. "And don't call me 'Mistress!'"

"Yes, please! Fuck your slut's cunt, as roughly as you want!"

"Good girl," Darlene said as she positioned the dildo. I gasped as she
rammed her entire length into me, slamming the balls against my swollen
pussy lips. "Was that rough enough for you?"

"Yes. Please do it rough. Please pound me with your big hard cock."

"Very well." She gripped my waist for support and began driving into me
violently. It was wonderful. I was cumming almost continuously from her
relentless thrusts. The inward-facing dildo was fucking Darlene just as hard
and fast as she was screwing me. In the mirror, I could see her cumming with
me.

A man thrusting as deeply as Darlene was doing would have ejaculated
quickly. She continued for minute after ecstatic minute, giving us both
uncounted orgasms. Her athletic body finally failed and she collapsed on top
of me, gasping for breath.

It felt good laying on my stomach with Darlene's weight on top of me and her
breasts pressing against my back. After a short time, she said, "I've been
thinking about the way you had the strap-on set up. You're a butt-slut,
aren't you babe?"

"Yes, I love taking a big hard cock up my asshole. Please make me your
little anal-slut."

"That's good," Darlene growled, "because I'm going to fuck the hell out of
your little slut ass." She proceeded to do just that, quickly lubricating
the dildo, then driving it into my asshole. "You just took it," she marveled
afterwards. "It's so long and thick and you just took the whole thing."

"I told you I loved it," I answered, shivering with pleasure. I'd cum over
and over with Darlene fucking my butt. Exhausted from all the sex, we fell
asleep in each other's arms.

It was dark outside when we woke up. Ravenous, we went downstairs naked and
attacked the refrigerator. Afterwards, we sat for a long time, drinking more
wine and talking about men, sex and romance. We finally went back to bed and
made slow tender love.

Darlene was on her back with her legs in the air. I was on top of her with
my head between her thighs, running my tongue up and down her butt-crack and
pausing occasionally to kiss her little rosebud. She pulled her mouth away
from my snatch and said, "Ginger, I want something I've never done."

"What's that, baby?"

"I want you to fuck my ass."

I didn't bother asking if she was sure. I knew Darlene never said anything
she didn't mean. "Okay baby, I'll butt-fuck you. Are you scared?"

"A little bit, but I still want to do it."

"Don't worry, I'll take my time and be gentle." I turned my attention to her
magnificent muscular buttocks, kissing, licking and occasionally gently
biting them all over. I'd wanted to put my hands and mouth on those
beautiful mounds of flesh from the moment I'd met Darlene. Now they were
mine.

I slowly worked my way to her center, slowly circling her little puckered
hole with my wet tongue. She was breathing hard and the juice was oozing
steadily out of her pussy and running down her belly. With her
super-sensitivity, I was sure she was already close to orgasm. I began
licking her rosebud, wetting it with long flat tongue strokes.

She was so close to cumming, I couldn't resist pushing her over. I slid two
fingers into her dripping snatch, angling them to catch her G-spot, while I
wrapped my lips around her clit and began flicking it lightly with my
tongue. That did it. She screamed and began thrashing under me.

When Darlene had spent herself, I turned my attention back to her asshole,
putting my tongue in the center, wetting it and gently teasing it open. She
relaxed quickly. I stuck my little finger into my mouth to wet it, then
pressed the tip against her tight little hole and gently applied pressure.
My finger easily slid in, up to the first joint. "Good girl," I whispered as
I began slowly rotating my finger. In a few moments, she'd relaxed enough to
take the rest of my finger.

"That feels so good," she gasped, caressing my probing finger with her anal
muscles. "No, don't stop!" she protested a minute later as I began
withdrawing my finger.

"Don't worry," I answered reassuringly. "I've got more for you." I stuck my
index finger into her hot wet cunt to lubricate it, then slid it smoothly
into her asshole. "Oh God!" she screamed. "That feels so good!" I began
finger-fucking her vigorously, quickly driving her to another orgasm.

"Baby, you're a real anal slut," I said. "You just didn't know it until now.
It's time for something bigger," I continued, pulling my finger out of her
butt and getting to my feet.

"That dildo?" she asked, obviously alarmed. "It's so big. Is Ken that size?"

"No," I answered, opening the nightstand drawer and removing several
objects. "Ken has a nice six-inch cock and I'm going to start you out easy.
Now get on your hands and knees."

Darlene watched intently as I removed the giant dildo from the strap-on and
replaced it with a smaller model. I wondered about reattaching the
butt-plug. Would the additional stimulation make it too hard for me to keep
control? I did it anyway. A few moments later, I had a new cock. Three new
cocks, if you counted the dildos I'd slid into my pussy and ass while
attaching the harness.

I moved behind her on the bed and put my face between her butt-cheeks. Her
little rosebud was opening even before I touched it with the tip of my
tongue. "Good butt-slut," I breathed. She gasped and squirmed with pleasure
as I licked her hole. "Baby, I love the way your ass tastes," I whispered as
I pulled my face away and slid my lubricated index finger inside her.

"You're so hot and tight," I said. "Now I'm going to give you another
finger." I crossed my middle and index fingers, lubricated them carefully,
and began sliding them into Darlene's butt-hole. "That's good, babe," I said
encouragingly. "Your asshole is the most beautiful one I've ever seen,
especially with my crossed fingers slowly pressing inward, opening you,
stretching you. Does it hurt?"

"A bit," she gasped.

I kissed her butt, as close to her center as I could get with my fingers in
the way. "Sweet little asshole," I whispered. "Relax your muscles . . .
yeah, like that. You're a brave girl . . . and an anal slut in the making."

"Tighten your muscles again, harder! God, you squeeze good. Relax again now.
Okay? My fingers are half way in. I'm going to start pulling them out. Just
a little. Now back in. Feel that? I'm in a little further. Work your muscles
while I'm moving in and out. Yeah, that's right!"

"I'm all the way in now, moving slowly in and out. Yeah. Push back while I
push in. Feels good, doesn't it?"

I looked at our reflections in the mirror. Darlene's wonderful face was
glowing with anticipation, mixed with a touch of fear. I was right behind
her, wearing the expression of a satyr. I briefly thought of Ken tenderly
preparing me for this moment. I wondered what it's like to be a man, to have
a real penis with flesh, blood and nerves? How does it feel to push your
cock into a woman's body?

Still finger-fucking Darlene's asshole, I guided the dildo's head to her
pussy mouth and slid my fake cock inside. She screamed in excitement as I
took her cunt. The sight of my prick sliding in and out, combined with the
sensations produced by the probes in my twin holes made it hard to keep
control. I wanted to thrust blindly into her, violently driving myself to an
explosive orgasm. Fearful of hurting her, I held back . . . a little. She
finally came, screaming and thrashing beneath me. I held on and continued
fucking her through her climax. It was so exciting, I almost came myself.

"Are you ready?" I asked as I was smearing lubricant on the dildo's head and
shaft, coating it carefully. I already knew the answer. "This is it," I said
after Darlene nodded. I placed the smoothly rounded head of my cock at the
entrance to her asshole and slowly pushed forward, stretching and opening
her wider than my two crossed fingers had done. "Does it hurt? My cock head
is all the way in. Ready for more?"

Darlene nodded again. Good. I slowly pushed inward, stopping and withdrawing
slightly when her muscles resisted too strongly. "You're so hot and tight."
I moved back and forth, gradually advancing. "Feel my balls. I'm all the way
in. Are you going to . . . Oh, yeah! Cum for me!"

"Wow! That felt so good. Now, I'm really going to fuck you. Don't we look
great, reflected in the mirror? Why is your face all screwed up? You're
cumming again! You naughty girl, you really are an anal slut."

"Brace yourself. I can't hold back any longer." I was thrusting into her
fast and deep, slamming my pelvis against her buttocks. She was pushing back
at me, synchronizing her motions with mine. The dildos inside my cunt and
asshole were fucking me just as hard as I was fucking Darlene's ass.

I was gasping for breath, pounding her ass so hard I was almost knocking her
over. She was cumming and cumming. I was so close . . . I stopped abruptly
for an instant, all the way in, with my balls pressed against her buttocks.
I pulled almost completely out, then rammed my cock home. A split second
later, I did it again. And again and again, cumming all the time, as I drove
Darlene to her strongest orgasm of the evening. We finally collapsed
together, panting as if we'd been wrestling jaguars.

Later, I kissed her and held her closely as we relaxed in bed. "That was
fantastic! You were absolutely wonderful. I've never fucked a woman before.
Was I okay for a virgin?"

"You were absolutely fantastic," Darlene answered, giggling. "I have a
confession to make."

"What's that babe?"

"I wasn't quite an anal virgin. I have a glass dildo, one of my favorite
toys. It warms to my body temperature. It has a wonderful texture and slips,
slides and rolls around so smoothly. One end is shaped like a slim four-inch
penis. The other end has a tip like a bumpy golf ball. It's nice to twist
and turn, to rub in and all around my lips, my clit and in my pussy to
stimulate my G-spot."

"I've used that sweet little glass dildo to train my rosebud to let
something in. I like to kneel in front of a mirror. I'll put the bumpy end
on the floor and slowly lower my ass onto it. It helps when I can totally
control pace, speed and depth. I can go for a nice ride, watching all along
the way, with my hands free to do other things. It feels delightful fucking
myself in the ass, but having you do it was really amazing."

"Oh babe, that's so cool!" I exclaimed, kissing Darlene again. "Can I watch
you play with your toy some time?"

"You bet!" she answered. "Up to now, it's been just for me. But I'd love
sharing it with you."

We rested for a while, first kissing and talking softly, then lying still,
simply enjoying the closeness of each others' bodies. Eventually I became
restless, although not for sex. For the moment, all my desires in that area
were completely satisfied. "Darlene, will you pose for me. I really want to
try drawing you."

"Honey, I'd love to sit for you, but it's been a long day and I'm sort of
tired. Do you have a camera?"

"Sure," I answered. "That's what I was planning. I usually work from photos,
anyway."

"Great! I want to take some pictures of you, too."

We took a few shots of each other, then decided we looked pretty disheveled
after a full afternoon and evening of sex. We got into the shower together
and spent a long, increasingly erotic time soaping each others' bodies and
washing each others' hair. After hastily toweling off, I took a lot of
steamy photos of dripping-wet Darlene. I climbed back into the shower to get
wet again and she shot me. The photo session turned sexual and we made each
other cum in the middle of the bathroom floor.

Afterwards, we dried off and fixed our hair and makeup, not that either of
us used much more than lipstick. We went through the apartment, playfully
taking turns snapping each other in all sorts of erotic poses. Darlene
delighted me by lifting her breasts to her mouth and sucking her own
nipples. We finally ended up back on the incredibly rumpled bed, having wild
sex.

Darlene was on her back. I was between her spread legs, eating her out. She
suddenly gasped, "Suck my clit babe, really hard." She really went wild,
thrashing on the bed, squeezing my head between her thighs with a grip like
a vise, cumming and cumming. When it got too intense, she pushed me away.
Seconds later, she grabbed me back. "Stop for a minute," she finally gasped.
"I'm burning up." After a brief pause, she begged me to eat her some more.

We finally collapsed in exhaustion. "Wow!" Darlene whispered as we clung
together. "I usually haven't liked a lot of attention on my clit. When I'd
get the really big intense orgasm from that, I'd be done. Today, I decided
to throw that idea out the window. It was left over from the old days,
anyway."

My tiger woman turned on me, driving me to several explosive orgasms.
Afterwards, basking in the glow of total satisfaction, I fell asleep almost
instantly. When I woke up, it was cold. Pale silvery moonlight was shining
into the room. I was alone in the bed. I sat up abruptly. "Darlene?" I
called.

"It's okay honey," she answered from the shadows. "I got up to look at the
moon and I've been standing here watching you sleep. You're so beautiful."
She came back to bed. "Oh! You're so cold!" she exclaimed. "Poor dear! I'll
fix that." She spread the quilt over the bed and pressed her body against
mine. I fell asleep almost instantly, bathed in her warmth.

We woke up late Saturday morning, went out for breakfast, came back to the
loft and made love until mid-afternoon. I unloaded the camera into the
office computer and burned CDs for Darlene and me. After she left, I spent
the remainder of the day catching up with email and languidly preparing to
return home. That night, I dreamed about her.

Three weeks later, she sent me a full-sized print of a stunning oil
painting. It was the two of us together, not quite touching but crackling
with sexual intensity. Our faces were flushed, our nipples were swollen and
the dampness between our legs was almost visible. I came while staring at
it.

The day before I received the print, I'd sent Darlene a copy of the colored
pencil nude I'd done of her. I thought about her all the time. We were
talking on the phone and emailing each other every day. I loved Ken more
than ever, but I was also falling in love with Darlene. I wondered if she
felt the same way.


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Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is
coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted
diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

All my stories are posted on my personal website (kenjamesfiction.com).
Please check it out.

Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message.

Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support.

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