From: Ann Douglas <annd@pop.tiac.net>
Subject: AnnD: Crossing The Line - MF/FF
Date: Tue, 16 Dec 1997 00:00:00 GMT
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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
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Crossing The Line
Part One
by Ann Douglas
- Author, Author -
"This meeting is never going to end." Cathy
Donohue thought to herself as she looked up on the
wall of the makeshift conference room and saw that
it was already twenty to eleven.
The regular PTA meeting had broken up
over an hour ago and this little gathering of the
executive committee was supposed to be brief. Just
a quick chance for the committee to settle a few
outstanding problems before adjoining for the
summer. That was, however, before Dolores
Azucena took the floor. The woman had been
speaking non-stop for over half an hour.
The worse part of it was that Dolores was
simply going over what had become by now a tired
and familiar path. Every small town PTA, just like
their big city counterparts, had their own Dolores
Azucena. A frustrated, stuck up bitty who was
determined to save the world from the immoral
attitudes of less enlightened folk.
Dolores's current crusade was directed
against the school boards decision to use the money
raised by the PTA to give Cedar Grove Elementary
School Internet Access. It was her firm contention
that opening the doors of the Information Highway
to the youngest citizens of their small town of
20,000 would create a generation of perverts and
sex-addicts. Never mind that it had been explained
to her over and over about the access safeguards
that would also be installed, making it easier for
their kids to access the Playboy channel on their
parent's cable television than adult material on the
Internet. Her only response to that was that she'd
been against adult access on cable as well.
Cathy wondering if Dolores would have a
heart attack if she knew that one of those so called
perverts who wrote erotica online was sitting less
than ten feet away from her. It'd been three years
since she'd first tried her hand at adult fiction under
the pen name of Anne O'Donnell.
The name itself had been something of a
private joke. Anne was her middle name and
O'Donnell had been her maiden name. The response
to her stories in that time had been nothing less than
phenomenal. Her fan email after each new story
usually ran from five hundred to a thousand. What
had began as a lark just to see if she could do it had
become a very serious hobby.
Suppressing a groan as the older woman
added yet another new verse to her litany, Cathy
considered that if that didn't put her into the
hospital, she had another little revelation that most
surely would. All of the people around the table
knew Cathy as a wife and mother, cut in the same
mold as most of the woman sitting across from her.
She was sure that even the most liberal of them
would be shocked to learn that for most of her 41
years Cathy had lived a life exactly like that Dolores
was so proud to rant against.
From the time she'd had her first experience
with another woman back when she was 16, Cathy
had been a confirmed bisexual. A practice that
continued up to this day, even after 8 years of
marriage. In fact her last affair with a woman she'd
met on a business trip to NYC last year had only
ended three months before when the woman moved
to the west coast.
Tuning out the drone of Dolores's voice,
Cathy let her mind wander. It was a favorite little
game she liked to play when she had to kill time. It
had come to her over twenty years before while in
Air Force basic training and she had to spent a lot of
time waiting in line. She'd pick someone around her
and weave a sexual fantasy around them. It was a
practice that had really paid off since she'd started
writing erotica.
Glancing up at Dolores, Cathy concluded
she'd be hard pressed to come up with a fantasy for
the PTA Vice-president. It wasn't that she was an
unattractive woman, in fact the opposite was true.
Cathy preferred women who were cute rather than
beautiful and Dolores was certainly cute. The same
held true for so many of the PTA members that
Cathy sometimes secretly joked that the initials
stood for Pussy Tits and Ass. It was just that in
Dolores's case she couldn't separate her personality
from her body.
One incident that stuck out in her mind about
how much that personality grated on her occurred
last year when she'd gotten a part time job at the
local mall selling lingerie. She'd distributed sales
flyers to all the women in the PTA since her boss has
promised her a bonus if it brought in new business.
It most definitely had and Sue had gotten an added
bonus when she was asked by so many of her fellow
members to help them judge how they looked in the
skimpiest of outfits.
Dolores of course had pointed out that it
was inappropriate to pass out such material,
ignoring the fact that every spring she did the same
with flyers for her husband's lawn service. So you
could've knocked Cathy over with a feather when
Dolores's daughter Maria showed up at the shop,
flyer in hand and asked her to help pick out
something really special.
"I want something," the 23 year old brunette
said with a sparkle in her dark brown eyes. "That's
going to make my boyfriend, Christopher, come in
his pants when he sees me in it."
The image of the naked young woman was
still fresh in Cathy's mind. 5'4", about 120 lbs with a
dark complexion, Maria had the most beautiful
pebble-like nipples that begged to be kissed. It took
a lot of self control that day for her to let the full
breasted young woman walked away.
Across from Dolores, who was still going
strong, sat Alyssia Clark. A few years younger than
Cathy, the tall copper-red haired woman was what
you would call a full-figured woman. Most Men
were quick to pass on a woman who carried more
than an extra full pounds but Cathy though it just
made Alyssia look that much sexier. There was
nothing the brunette loved more than cuddling up
between a big soft set of breasts on a cold winter
night. She sometimes wondered about Ms. Clark,
seeing that she'd moved to Ceder Grove only a few
years after she herself did. Alyssia described herself
as a widow and immediately set up housekeeping
with another woman in order, she said, to share
costs. A common enough practice for single
women, both with children, but still it made Cathy
wonder.
Next to Alyssia sat Lydia Boot. Six years
younger than the redhead, Lydia had been born in
the Philippines. Cathy's height, she had long black
shoulder length hair, brown eyes and the most
captivating smile. Curvy and touchable was the way
Cathy always thought of her.
In contrast, sitting across from the Filipina,
was Whitney Wolf. Exactly the same age as Lydia,
Whitney was as pale as she was dark, the gift of a
Scottish heritage. Dark brown eyes peered out from
large red glasses. Short curly brown hair topped a
full hourglass figure. Whitney had also attended that
lingerie sale and it was there that Cathy learned of
her taste for bondage when she quietly asked if the
store carrying anything in that line. While Cathy's
downplayed her own experience in that area, she'd
been more than happy to give Whitney a few helpful
suggestions.
Sitting next to Cathy was Stephanie Lai, the
youngest of the group. Only 27, the Chinese woman
stood 5'7". Over a half foot taller than Cathy but 2
lbs lighter, something she always felt was so unfair,
Stephanie had the most kissable lips Cathy had seen
in a long time. More than a few boring meetings had
been spent wondering what it would be like tasting
those lips. The fantasy of spending hours kissing
Stephanie changed abruptly last month when the two
of them were having coffee one morning and the
slim Asian asked Cathy if she knew where she could
buy a dildo. The older woman had to bite down to
resist the urge to say that she had a beautiful strap
on upstairs in her night table and would love to
demonstrate it. Instead she suggested that a mail
order house might be the best choice.
Without much prompting, the image of
Stephanie spread out naked on all fours, her perky
little breasts bouncing back and forth filled Cathy's
mind. Kneeling behind her, with a firm grip on her
hips, Cathy's fantasy self pounded away at the
younger woman. Strapped around her crotch was a
long and thick dildo which disappeared and then
reappeared as it penetrated her tight pussy again and
again.
Quickly becoming lost in the erotic
daydream, Cathy reached under the table and
stroked her the inside of her thigh. She knew her
panties and the bare skin beneath them were now
wet, but she dared not bring her touch closer. There
was things that even she didn't have the nerve to do.
As it was, her attention became so fixed on the
fantasy that she didn't notice when Dolores finally
stopped speaking and Alyssia immediately called for
a motion to adjoin. A motion that was seconded
simultaneously by Whitney and Lydia. She wasn't
even aware that people were getting up to leave
until she felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder.
"Cathy, the meetings over." Sabrina Drake
said in her clipped British accent as she gently
nudged her friend.
"Oh, sorry." Cathy replied as she snapped
out of her fantasies and ran her hand through her
very short black hair. "I guess I was daydreaming."
"Dolores has that effect on people." the
redhead smiled. "And I've had to listen to her a lot
longer than you have."
Sabrina Drake was Cathy's best friend in
Ceder Grove. A few inches taller than Cathy, she
was also five years younger. They had become
friends six years before when, eight months
pregnant, Cathy had moved into a house on the
same block.
Most of the other neighbors took a wait and
see attitude towards the new arrival from New York
City. Sabrina, having been even more of an outsider
with having spent her first 20 years of life living just
outside London, thought this rather silly. She had
showed up that first morning after the moving vans
had left with a map of the area, a list of helpful tips
and a tray holding a still hot breakfast.
Sabrina was an old hand at the PTA, as her
fourth child finished the third grade. Most of the
other mothers of first graders were ten or more
years younger than Cathy so she was doubly grateful
that she already had a close friend when her
daughter started school last September.
"You're the lucky one." The 5'2" brunette
said as she pushed her chair back under the long
table. "If you hadn't gotten that phone call before
you'd have had to listened to Dolores's speech too."
"I'll let you in on a little secret, Cathy."
Sabrina whispered. "There wasn't any phone call. I
asked the desk guard to just come in twenty minutes
after the meeting started and say I had one. I've
been on the executive committee too long not to
know that Dolores had at least one more speech in
her for the year end meeting."
"Cheat!" Cathy hissed in mock anger as they
exited the room.
"You're only angry because you didn't think
of it too." the 35 year old said.
Both women laughed.
"Did you finish that report for the summer
study group you were working on?" Sabrina asked.
"I have most of it on disk, but our computer
crashed Wednesday night." Cathy replied. "I was
on the phone two hours yesterday with tech support
but couldn't get it working. They promised to have
someone come out and take a look at it on
Monday."
"Well just drop the disk off at my house later
and I'll print out what you have."
"Can I just hide out at your house until
Monday?" Cathy quipped in a semi-serious voice.
"Jim's going to have a fit when he gets home from
his trip Sunday night and finds I crashed the system
again."
"You do seem to do it pretty often." the
younger woman said.
"Can I help it if the machine doesn't like me."
Cathy laughed.
"I have an idea." Sabrina said after a few
moments of thought. "My son Glen is home from
college this week. He's pretty good with computers,
he should be since he's majoring in them. Why don't
I ask him to stop over after lunch and take a look at
it."
"That'd be great." Cathy gushed. "If he gets
it up and running I'll owe you big time."
"You really don't have to owe me, just get
me something nice...." Sabrina said. "Something
like.....him over there." she added as her voice
dropped to a whisper.
Cathy tuned to see Dave Hoch, the gym
teacher walking down the hallway from the opposite
direction. 6'1" and 215 lbs, the bearded 39 year old
bore a striking resemblance to a younger Kenny
Rogers, right down to the silver streaks in an
otherwise black beard. Striking blue eyes sparkled
from behind round tortoise shell glasses, eclipsed
only by a broad friendly smile. Sabrina whispered a
speculation about a non visible part of his anatomy
causing both women to laugh. As he passed, Dave
wondered what the joke was.
Cathy ran a few errands before heading
home. Her daughter had a Scout meeting after
school and this was Dora Fletcher's turn to pick up
all the girls and drive them home. The living room
clock was just chiming twelve thirty as she closed
the front door behind her.
Ten minutes later, Cathy had just finished
changing out of the dress she'd worn to the PTA
meeting and into a simple blue skirt and white
blouse, when the door bell rang.
Opening the door, she was greeted by a
muscular young man in red gym shorts and a white
Empire State University T-shirt. He stood 5'5" with
blue eyes and dark ginger hair. Cathy's first thought
that this couldn't be little Glen.
Then again, she really hadn't seen him since
last fall when he went away to college. Despite
having just finished his freshman year at State, Glen
Drake has only just passed his 17th birthday. Always
at the top of his class, he'd twice skipped a grade
during elementary school.
"Hello Mrs. Donohue." he smiled. "My
Mom says you've been having some problems with
your computer."
"Oh, yes." she said as she realized that she'd
been staring at the young hunk. "Come on in."
As he stepped inside and Cathy closed the
door behind him, she couldn't help but check out his
back view as well.
"Nice ass." she thought to herself.
"So how's college?" she actually said.
"College is great." he replied as he stepped
into the living room. "There's so much to learn and
do. I've even gotten into working out at the gym
and biking. Mom kept drumming into me that I had
to exercise my body as well as my mind."
"Well she's definitely right there." Cathy
grinned, hoping that her look didn't betray a too
lustful thought. Like the fact that if she was 20 years
younger and all other things being equal she'd like to
jump his body right here on the living room carpet.
He definitely wasn't what came to mind when you
thought of a computer whiz.
"Should we get started?" he asked.
"What?" Cathy replied in a somewhat
confused tone.
"The computer? Where do you keep it.?" he
asked.
"Oh, the computer." she answered, telling
herself to put that little fantasy out of her mind.
There would be time enough to explore it fuller
when she crawled into her empty bed tonight. "It's in
the work room upstairs. Come on, I'll show you."
"You've really fixed the place up since the
last time I was here." Glen said as he followed his
mother's friend up the spiral staircase.
"Well with Laura in school now, I have a lot
more time to work on it."
"How's she like school?" he asked as they
reached the top floor.
"Oh she loves it." Cathy said as she opened
the door to the work room. "She actually gets
constant A's."
"That's great." Glen commented as he
stepped past her and sat down in front of the
computer.
The college student pulled a small leather
folder out of his carry bag and opened it on the
desk. As he spread it open, Cathy could see it was
full of brightly colored floppy disks.
"OK, lets see what we've got." he said as he
hit the power switch and the C:\ prompt appeared
on the screen.
Cathy watched as the youth began to type in
commands too fast for her to follow. What Cathy
could only describe as gibberish flashed across the
screen as Glen pulled a bright red disk from his
folder and slid it into the "A" drive. Then he began
to type in a new set of commands.
"This doesn't look too bad." he said out loud
as he replaced the red disk with a blue one.
Feeling a little silly standing there with
nothing to do but watch Glen work, Cathy asked if
he'd like a soda.
"That'd be great." Glen said, never taking
his eyes off the monitor screen.
"Coke, Pepsi?"
"You wouldn't happen to have any Mountain
Dew, would you?" he said, turning around and
looking at Cathy with a broad smile.
"Let me take a look down in the basement."
Cathy said, admiring his smile. "I think there might
be some left over from our last party."
Glen was already back at work before Cathy
exited the room.
As she looked through the cans of soda
stacked in the basement pantry, Cathy was sure she
was going to find a good use for that vibrator she
kept in her night table tonight. When she really
thought about it, she thought it was funny that she
would find Glen so attractive. Back when she'd
been in high school, she really hadn't been that
interested in guys her age. Then again, at that point
in her life, she hadn't been too interested in guys
period.
"Bingo!" she said in triumph as she spotted a
green can in the back of the shelf.
A quick side trip to the kitchen produced a
glass full of ice and a few snacks to go with the
soda. As she carefully navigated the stairs with her
burden, Cathy wondered if Glen would still be
working on the computer when supper time rolled
around.
Stepping into the workroom, Cathy's blue
eyes opened wide in amazement as she saw the
familiar picture of the starship Enterprise that served
as windows wallpaper filling the computer's monitor
screen. She couldn't have been gone more than ten
minutes.
"You fixed it." she excitedly called out as
she set the tray down on the snack table.
"It was nothing, really." Glen said as he
began sprouting what Cathy categorized as
techno-babble. He might look like a varsity player,
but he still had the mind of a nerd. Finally he came
to the point and said he'd like to run a few more
tests on the system.
"Sure, you're the disk-doctor." Cathy
laughed, relieved that she now didn't have to even
mention to her husband that the computer had
crashed.
Leaving Glen to his work, Cathy spent the
next ten minutes cleaning up the adjacent bedroom.
She was wondering if she should offer him money
for the work he'd done. Even though he was doing
it as a favor for his mother, Cathy felt she should at
least make the gesture. And if he accepted, so much
the better.
"Oh shit!" Glen yelled loud enough to be
heard in the next room.
Cathy dropped what she was doing and
rushed out into the hallway.
"I don't believe it!" he continued.
"What's wrong?" Cathy called out as she
burst into the room, visions of a totally ruined hard
drive in her head.
It was a few seconds before Glen took his
eyes off the screen. A screen filled with Windows
95's Explorer and a few open text files.
"What's the matter?" Cathy asked, unable to
imagine what could've caused the young man's
reaction.
"You're Anne O' Donnell!" Glen exclaimed
as the older woman stepped into the room.
"Oh God!" Cathy mentally exclaimed as the
words died stillborn in her throat. It was her worse
nightmare come true.
From where she now stood, she could see
that the open text files contained two unfinished
stories as well as email addressed to her Anne
identity. Mentally she gave herself a swift kick in
the ass. For the longest time she had been planning
to install some sort of security program to protect
those files. A necessity prompted by her daughter's
new found reading skills and her desire to read
anything her eyes came across. She reminded
herself every time she opened one of the files but
never seemed to get around to it. After a moments
reflection, remembering Glen's skill with the
keyboard, a security program mightn't made a
difference.
The young man was still going on, his voice
reflecting both excitement and apology at the same
time. His words were coming out so fast that Cathy
had trouble making a few of them out.
"I really wasn't trying to be noisy." he said.
"I was just checking the file directory and saw the
folder 'Anne O' Donnell'. I thought it must've been
some other Anne O' Donnell. I mean, why would a
woman like you save a bunch of dirty stories? Not
that I think there dirty or anything like that. Then I
thought, hey why not, after all they're really great
tales. So I just opened it up to see if it was really
the same Anne and if you had any stories I didn't
have."
The 17 year old finally paused and took a
breath. Then he went right on at the same rapid clip.
"Then instead of a few stories it opened up
to another set of folders - a story archive, unfinished
work, email and story ideas. It took me a few
seconds to realize what it all meant, then it hit me
like a brick. It was so obvious. You're really Anne
O' Donnell!"
Still stunned and unable to think of any other
explanation, Cathy nodded her head in confirmation.
"This is unbelievable." he said, his voice still
racing with animation. "Everyone back at school
reads your stuff - both the guys and the girls. I even
wrote you a few fan letters and you answered them.
Who'd have believed I was emailing the lady down
the block. I'm GlenD99@brightstar.com"
Cathy smiled as she recognized the name.
His letters had been quite good and showed a smart
young man with quite an imagination. He'd even
shared a few of his fantasies.
The smile faded as Cathy recalled what those
fantasies had been about. Because he had been two
years younger than his classmates the last few years,
Glen hadn't really been that successful with the
ladies. Until this year and the change in his
appearance, he'd been considered something of a
nerd, if that was still the term they used. He had
shared his deepest secret a few months back, that he
was still a virgin. Cathy wondered for a moment if
that was still true.
"Wait until I go back to school and tell my
friends that I live down the block from Anne
O'Donnell."
That statement caught Cathy's immediate
attention, shattering any idle speculation she
might've had about Glen's virginity.
"No!, you can't!" she snapped back.
Glen was caught off guard by the vehemence
of her retort. That and the look of horror on Cathy's
face.
"Glen, you can't tell anyone that I'm Anne O'
Donnell." Cathy said as she composed herself as
best she could. "Most people in this town wouldn't
understand. God, I don't think even your mother
would understand and she's my best friend."
What she didn't say was that if Sabrina didn't
understand, what would someone like Dolores do
with that knowledge. Probably go out and organize
a committee, or more likely a lynch mob, to run her
out of town on a rail. After an old fashion tar and
feathering of course.
After Glen thought about it a little he
realized that Cathy was right. He couldn't tell
anyone. It would have to be their secret.
"I guess you're right." he said. "But it seems
so unfair. Everyone would've been so impressed."
"I'm sorry." Cathy said as she saw the
disappointment on his face. "If there was any other
way I could help I would. I really appreciate your
fixing my computer. If you want, I could pay you for
that."
"I don't want any money." Glen said as he
explained that he had done the repairs as a favor to
his mother. He paused for a few moments, then his
face suddenly lit up again. "I know how you can
make it up to me!" he suddenly added in an even
more thrilled voice.
"I don't like the sound of that." Cathy
thought as warning bells went off in her head. Again
her attention drifted back to his emailed fantasies of
having an older woman initiate him sexually.
"RRRiiiinnnngggggg!"
The abrupt ring of the desktop phone caught
Cathy in mid-word, just as she was about to ask him
to explain himself.
"I'll take that in the other room." Cathy said
as she seized on the interruption and practically ran
for the extension in the bedroom. "You wait right
here, don't go anywhere!"
From the wide eyed look on Glen's face, the
older woman needn't have worried about him going
anywhere.
The phone call had turned out to be a
saleswoman for the local cable company. She was
surprised by Cathy's excessive courtesy in declining
their latest must have offer. It was just a reflection
of her relief at the much needed pause.
Staring at herself in the large bedroom
mirror, Cathy debated what she should do. She was
sure Glen was going to ask her to help him live out
his fantasy.
She was older than his mother for goodness
sake, and not nearly as attractive. It had always
been her personality that men and women had found
attractive. That and a highly erotic imagination.
Why in the world would a good looking young man
like Glen want a 41 year old mother who had to
admit to herself that she'd never quite got back into
the shape she'd had before her pregnancy some years
before. Maybe he had a fixation on older women?
Taking a second look at her reflection, Cathy
realized she's sold herself short. True, she wasn't
what anyone would describe as beautiful, but then
again she never was. Even as a teen she preferred to
be thought of as cute and despite the passage of
years and the addition of a few pounds, she still was.
In addition, Glen was looking at her through
the eyes of adulation. Like a lover, he saw what he
wanted to see, even if it reality didn't match the
fantasy. What she also hadn't really considered was
that Glen had also been well exposed to both the
personality and imagination that she so prized. Both
was clearly evident in her stories - her creations.
"What am I thinking?" she asked herself.
"This is insane. Even if he wasn't Sabrina's son, I
can't do this. Even back when I was Anne O'
Donnell for real I wouldn't just meet someone and
fall into bed with them." she said to her reflection in
the mirror.
A silent voice answered back. "Be honest
with yourself, Cathy." it said. "You very well could
and more than a number of times very well did do
just that."
True, most of those times had been with
other women but enough had been with men to have
mattered.
"So what do I do?" she asked her
doppelganger.
"What would Anne O' Donnell do?" came
her counterpart's reply.
Looking deep within herself and being totally
honest, Cathy admitted that the idea of fucking
Glen was both compelling and exciting. It'd been so
many years since she'd done anything that wild and
crazy. She found that she'd missed the feeling.
In the nearly nine years she'd been married,
Cathy had more than a few affairs with other
women. Her husband Jim had both known about
them and been comfortable with their existence. It'd
been almost fifteen years since she'd been with
another man and until this moment she couldn't have
imagined any set of circumstances that would've
prompted her to want to try. Yet in all the wildness
of her youth, one of the few things she'd never done
was have sex with a virgin. She was sure Jim would
understand how much this meant to her. How much
it would mean to her.
Then, like a rocket, it hit her. She had
imperceptibly gone from debating the idea to
justifying it. She had crossed the line.
"This is crazy!" she mentally repeated to
herself as she stepped out into the hall.
It was a phrase she'd oftentimes reminded
herself in her younger days, usually before some
kind of sexual adventure. With it came the usual
response. "Hey, in 20 years who's going to care!"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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Crossing The Line
Part Two
by Ann Douglas
With a sly smile on her face, Cathy stepped
back into the workroom where a patient Glen hadn't
even moved from the chair in front of the computer.
She pulled another chair from the other side
of the room and rolled it over next to Glen. The
more she thought about it, the more right this
seemed. It wasn't just Glen in front of her, it was
every person who had ever read one of her stories.
How many nights had she sat in that very chair
reading email from fans, telling how hot one of her
stories had gotten them. She'd had one hand on the
keyboard and the other beneath the waistband of her
panties.
"So where were we?" Cathy said as she
pulled the chair just a little bit closer. Close enough
for the young man to get both a good whiff of her
favorite perfume and a view down the valley of her
breasts. "Oh yeah, you said something about my
making it up to you."
It took a few seconds for Glen to find his
voice. When he found it, it was low and hesitant.
"I err.....what I mean was, I just wanted to
ask you if....."
"Just ask, Glen." Cathy said reassuringly. "I
don't bite." she said with a smile. Mentally she
added. "Oh yes I do, but no one's ever complained."
"I just thought that it would be so great, I
mean if it was all right with you, if you could write a
story for me." he finally stammered out.
"What..???" Cathy replied.
"I'd like you to write a story about my
fantasies." he went on with a little more confidence.
"A story..???" Cathy repeated.
Taking her surprise as a possible rebuff, Glen
began to immediately apologize.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean...."
"No, its OK." Cathy cut in. "You just took
me by surprise."
The return of the smile on his face was proof
that her reassurance had it's effect.
"If it's a story you want, then it's a story that
you'll get." Cathy returned with a similar grin.
Deep down, Cathy was actually feeling
disappointed. She had worked herself into a sexual
state and now to find out that all he wanted was a
story when he could have had her.
"So what kind of fantasy are we talking
about?" Cathy inquired.
"Well it would be about me and this woman,
and we would....err....I'm not really sure how to
describe it."
"Describe it any way you want." Cathy said.
"In any terms you like. I'm not exactly afraid of
words. Fuck, suck, cock, pussy, there just words
that describe actions and objects. They don't bother
me."
"Well in the story I would meet this
woman..."
"Who is she? What does she look like?"
Cathy asked.
"Well she's older, maybe a teacher or
someone I'm working for."
"What color hair does she have?" Cathy
asked. "Does she have big breasts?"
"Err.. I guess she has dark hair and average
breasts."
"Like mine?" she asked as she leaned a little
more forward and gave him an even better look
down her blouse.
"Yes." he said a little sheepishly.
"OK, we're getting there." the older woman
grinned. "And what happens with the two of you.
Does she seduce you?"
"Yes."
"What does she do?" Cathy asked.
"Well, she sort of gets me in a situation and
seduces me."
"Does she play with your cock?"
"Yes."
"Does she suck it?"
"Yes." he said, trying to suppress the
widening of his smile.
"Do you fuck her?"
"Yes." he went on, his efforts at restraint
totally abandoned.
"Is she a good fuck?" Cathy asked, amused
at the thought of her sitting in her house discussing
with a 17 year old his sexual fantasies. Then again,
only twenty minutes ago she was pretty sure she'd be
making those sexual fantasies come true.
"I guess so?" Glen replied in a hesitant tone.
"You guess so?" Cathy repeated. "That's a
strange answer. Is she better than any other woman
you've been with? Is she better than your
girlfriend?"
Glen didn't have an answer. He just looked
at Cathy with a blank expression.
"Glen, have you ever been with a woman?
Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"Yes, I have a girlfriend." he quickly
responded. His unspoken answer told her that he
was still a virgin.
"A girl up at school?" Cathy asked,
concentrating on the part of the question he had
answered.
"No, I've been dating Beverly Friedman here
in town when I come home on weekends and
breaks."
That surprised Cathy. Not that he was
dating Beverly who was on the high school's
cheerleader squad, after all, he was a handsome
young man. What surprised her was that he hadn't
slept with her. If all the gossip were to be believed,
Beverly had already gone through most of the
football team.
"Let's get back to the story." Cathy said.
"How does she start?"
"She begins to rub my cock...."
The mention of his cock caused Cathy to
look down between his legs. Sure enough, he had a
raging hard-on. Not surprising considering their
discussion. The outline against his gym shorts
showed a length of about seven inches. Pretty
impressive, she had to admit.
"You mean like this." Cathy asked as she
placed her long slender fingers on his erection.
"Oh shit!" Glen exclaimed.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Cathy asked as she
ran her fingers up and down his cloth encased cock.
"Oh yes!"
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked.
"Oh no!" he blurted out as he leaned back in
the chair and enjoyed her touch.
Cathy slid her fingers down the length of his
cock and across the soft skin of his leg. On her
return path, she slid her hand under the material of
his shorts until it made contact with his hard flesh
itself. This brought another even louder sigh from
Glen.
"You know Glen..." she said as she played
with his cock. "When you first said there was a way
for me to pay you back for fixing the computer, I
thought you were going to ask to sleep with me."
"Oh no, I wouldn't ask anything like that."
he quickly interjected.
"Of course you wouldn't." Cathy said softly
as she noted that the young cock in her hand was
getting even harder. "But to tell the truth, I was
pretty excited by the idea."
Glen's breathing was beginning to become
labored. At the rate she was going, it would only be
a matter of time before he shot his load, tight into
Cathy's soft hand.
"In fact, I was just a little disappointed when
my assumption turned out to be a mistake." she
went on. "So what we have here is a set of
choices."
"Choices?" Glen gasped as he tried to keep
up with the conversation.
"I could keep this up, and in about a minute
or two you'd come all over my hand. Or, if you're
really feeling daring, we could take this a little
further."
Distracted by the rising fire in his balls,
Glen's attention kept drifting. He knew that Cathy
was saying something important, but somehow the
reality of her hand on his cock blotted everything
else out.
"My hand on your cock feels nice, doesn't
it." she repeated, not expecting an answer. "Of
course it does. But tell me, how nice do you think it
would feel if I put it in my mouth instead. Or for that
matter, what do you think it would feel like if my
pussy was wrapped around it?"
That got his total attention. He didn't even
react when Cathy took her hand off his cock.
"Would you like me to suck your cock,
Glen?" Cathy asked, has Beverly ever done that for
you?"
"No, I mean yes. I mean, no, she's never
done that and yes I'd really want you to." he
babbled.
"Stand up then." Cathy said.
As he rose to his feet, Cathy took hold of his
gym shorts and pulled them and his briefs down to
his ankles. His rock hard cock sprang upward as it
was exposed to the open air. With a hunger, she
pressed her face against it and kissed the base of it.
"Mmmm, it tastes so nice." she said as she
ran her tongue up and down the length of his young
manhood. "So masculine." she added before she
dropped to her knees and glided her tongue around
the crown before slipping it's fullness between her
lips.
The sudden wetness that engulfed his cock
send a wave of dizziness through Glen's brain. This
couldn't really be happening. This couldn't be his
mother's best friend on her knees giving him his first
blow-job. It had to be a dream. Any second now he
would wake up and find himself laying in his bed
with a pair of cum filled underpants.
But the sudden rush of pressure that
exploded up and out of his balls told him that dream
or not, he was about to climax like he'd never done
before. Even better than that night Beverly had
jerked him off when they had parked over by the
lake.
Experience told Cathy that the young man
had reached the limit of his self-control. Like any
other man his age, that limit was set at a very low
level of stimulation. She felt the first drop of milky
white impact against the back of her mouth and
immediately pulled his cock as deep as it would go
within her.
Only a second later that single drop was
followed by a torrid that splattered across her
mouth, covering every inch with a sticky coating.
Cathy swallowed the steady stream as fast as she
could, taking note that a young man's sperm had it's
own special flavor. Perhaps she'd been too hasty in
her youth when she ignored guys her own age. This
thought was interrupted by yet another spurt from
his cock.
This time, she allowed it to fill her mouth,
permitting herself time to savor the taste as she
whirled her tongue from one side of her mouth to
the other. A third spurt she let slide out of the
corners of her mouth and down the base of his
young cock. Then she ran her tongue up and down
the shaft, relishing both the tangy taste and the now
intoxicating aroma of his youthful sex.
Even youth has it's limits and the fourth burst
was less than half the third. Cathy knew he was
spent and took him deep within her mouth one last
time and began to wash him clean. By the time his
now semi-limp organ slipped from her mouth, few
remnants of her efforts remained.
"Now that was fun, wasn't it?" she laughed
as she got up off her knees.
"Oh God, that was unbelievable." Glen said,
finally admitting to himself that it had actually
happened and wasn't a dream.
"There's a lot more fun we can have if you
want." Cathy said as she gave his hanging cock a
playful tug. "We can see how this little toy feels
when it has a tight pussy wrapped around it. You'd
like that, wouldn't you?"
Glen looked at her in amazement. She really
meant it. She was going to let him fuck her. Of
course he'd say yes. After that incredible and
unexpected cocksucking, Glen imagined even the
parish priest would have a hard time saying no.
"But pleasing a woman is about a lot more
than just getting your cock hard and sticking it in
her." Cathy said as she released his cock. "Let's see
what we can teach you."
Taking a step backward, the dark haired
woman reached up and began to slowly unbutton
her blouse. Her 34c bust might not be as firm as it
was when she was 20, but it was still impressive. It
was just a matter of how you used it.
Glen watched in fascination as the view of
her breasts grew with each open button. It wasn't
long before the white blouse hung totally open and
the only thing covering her luscious mounds was a
thin white bra.
"It opens in the front." Cathy said as she
took a step closer and invited the young man to
unwrap her.
Excited, he reached out and fumbled with the
clasp. It took three attempts before it opened in his
trembling fingers. As the material fell away, he
placed an outstretched hand under each globe,
delighting in both the softness and warmth of each.
He'd felt Beverly up while they were making
out, but this was the first time he'd actually seen a
real naked breast.
"Go ahead, play with them." Cathy said as
she enjoyed the touch of his hands against her flesh.
"You can even kiss them if you want."
Needing little urging, Glen ran his hands
across her breasts again and again, finding
fascination in the way her nipples became erect as he
rubbed them. Cathy's breasts seemed bigger than
he'd imagined them to be, but then again, perhaps
he'd never really took the time to look at them in the
proper perspective.
Carefully he lifted one nipple to his mouth
and licked it, bringing a soft moan of encouragement
to his ears. Up at school some of the guys had let
him join in when they watched porno tapes. He
tried to remember how the men in them had "sucked
tit."
The older woman gave him a few minutes to
just enjoy himself and become comfortable with his
actions. He kept a breast in each hand, squeezing
the softness of each and comparing it with the
hardness of each nipple. Raising one to his mouth,
he began to suck on it in earnest. He was rough at
first, but Cathy guided him in a soft understanding
voice, teaching him how to use his tongue. Then
how to suck the nipple into his mouth and use his
teeth to give just the right touch of pleasure/pain.
Moving to the other breast, Glen showed
that he was indeed a quick learner. Cathy arched
back and closed her eyes in enjoyment as the teen
continued to suckle at her tits. What she was doing
was so very wrong, but at the moment she didn't
care. She knew that before he left for home, Glen's
cock would be buried in her already wet pussy.
"This can work both ways you know."
Cathy said as she slid her fingers under the edge of
his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. She
pressed her lips against the lightly haired chest and
kissed her way to his own nipples. Running her
tongue across them again and again, she showed
that they too could get hard. Then she demonstrated
the instructions she had given him only a few
minutes before so that he would know in the future
how it felt when he did it again. To his surprise it
felt really nice. For some reason, he never
considered the idea that the nipples on a guy would
be a sexually exciting area or that a man could feel
the same excitement as a woman when they were
kissed there.
Cathy took her time orally playing with his
nipples before pulling his head down to hers and
kissing him full on the lips. It was the first time she
had done it and in many ways, Glen found it more
erotic than the blow job she'd given him. A second
kiss followed and this time Glen felt her tongue pass
between his lips and into his mouth. Electricity
seemed to spark as he felt her tongue touch his,
playing with it as it moved around in his mouth.
Instinctively he pressed forward with his own
appendage as she opened her lips to admit it. Of
course he'd heard about french kissing but none of
the girls he'd dated did that sort of thing. It was
funny, from what he heard, some girls would
actually sooner suck your cock than have you trade
tongues with them.
Back and forth their tongues flew as they
kissed again and again. While they necked, Cathy
reached down and cupped his balls. Gliding her
hand upward, she tested his cock's renewed
hardness. It wouldn't be too long before he was
ready again.
"Can I see your pussy?" Glen suddenly
asked.
"Why of course you can." Cathy answered.
"In fact I was just about to suggest that. There's
something else I'd like to show you how to do."
Cathy broke their embrace and moved back a
few paces. She undid the clasp of her blue skirt and
let it drop to the floor. Beneath it she wore a pair of
plain blue panties, they too quickly made their way
to the clothing pile on the floor.
The first thing Glen noticed was that unlike
all the pictures he'd seen in video's and magazines,
there was no hair between Cathy's legs. Her pussy
was as bare as a teenage girls. When she was
younger, Cathy explained she used to shave her
crotch because she thought it was sexy but later
gave it up because it became too much trouble,
contenting herself with a tightly trimmed bush
instead. Then one day she noticed more than a few
gray and white pubic hairs when drying herself off
after a shower. The hair had been banished that day,
never to return.
"It made me feel old." she laughed.
"I don't think I could ever think of you as old
again." Glen remarked.
It was the "again" in his remark that
bothered her. Prior to this afternoon, he had seen her
as old.
"Well you wanted to get a good look at it."
Cathy said as she raised one leg up onto the chair.
"You're not going to get one way over there."
Now it was Glen's turn to get down on his
knees as he moved beneath Cathy's outstretched
legs. She'd reached down and parted the lips of her
cunt to give him a full unhindered look. Only a few
inches away, Glen couldn't help but think that the
only word to describe it was "nasty."
"What do you think?" Cathy asked.
"It's beautiful." he lied.
"I want you to kiss it." Cathy said. "I want
you to lick my pussy and taste how sweet the juices
can be."
Somewhat hesitantly, Glen lifted his head to
comply. He was afraid if he said that he didn't want
to, his lessons in love would end here and now. For
the chance to finally get laid he could put up with it
for a little while. After all, hadn't a few of the guys
back in school said it wasn't so bad if you kept
reminding yourself what was going to come after it.
Clumsily at first, he simply tried to take the
whole thing in his mouth like he had Cathy's nipples.
Then he settled down and began to lick up and
down, using his hand to expose more of the pink
softness within. After a few minutes, he decided
that it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was kind of
fun. A fun that was made even more so by the
melody of delight issuing from Cathy's lips.
From the books on sex that he'd read, he
knew what the clitoris was, although he was sure he
was the first of his friends here in town to actually
have the chance to see one close up. He reached out
to it with his tongue and was rewarded with another
series of soft moans from his new found lover. The
taste of female honey filled his mouth and this too
was surprisingly sweet. So much for all the fish
smell jokes he'd heard.
Cathy's cunt grew wetter with each passing
minute. She guided Glen's fingers into her pussy and
quickly showed him how to finger-fuck a woman.
Between his tongue and fingers, she was as wet as
she could be. Even an experienced woman as
herself had a limit on self control and she was
quickly reaching her's. Her body cried out for his
hard cock and she was no longer willing to wait for
it. She lifted herself off his now eager face and
stepped away from him.
The look of disappointment that filled his
face quickly faded however as she took him by the
hand and motioned for the door.
"Why don't we move to the bedroom." she
said in a lust filled voice. "I know a cherry that needs
popping."
The centerpiece of the master bedroom was
a large oversized bed which took up a good part of
the room. When Cathy and her husband had gone
shopping for a new bedroom set they'd fallen in love
with the large oak piece. It was twice the size a
couple of their heights needed but as Cathy joked
afterward, it isn't as if we only used it for sleeping.
With a look of glee on her face, a naked
Cathy jumped to the center of the bed, pulling an
equally naked Glen behind her. She pulled his lips to
hers and kissed him with all the fire she had inside
her. Not since the first time with her husband-to-be
had she gotten herself this worked up with a man.
With the added excitement that this was Glen's first
time, it might very well turn into the hottest she'd
ever been with a man.
"Fuck me!" she whispered into his ear as she
held him tightly against her. "I want that big hard
cock in my pussy."
That said, she dropped back against the four
pillows that were piled in front of the headboard and
spread her legs in invitation. Normally she preferred
the female superior position with her on top, but she
figured Glen would like this position better.
Without hesitation for he was as horny as she
was, if not more so, Glen climbed on top of her. He
kissed her again and continued to kiss his way down
to her breasts. While he did, Cathy reached down
and took hold of his rigid member and guided it to
her waiting cunt.
"Fuck me!" she said again, this time in a
much louder tone. "Fill my pussy with that cock!"
Glen smiled as he replaced Cathy's hand
around his cock with his own. He placed it at the
entrance of her hole and gently slid it in. She was so
lubricated that he quickly filled her until his balls
slapped against her skin. He reached down and took
a hold of each of her legs as he had seen them do in
the movie, then began to fuck her as hard as he
could.
"Oh God Yes!" Cathy cried out as she felt
his cock fill her. It felt so good. She reached behind
him and grabbed his ass. Taking a firm grip, she
added her own strength to his thrusts, taking him
deeper inside her. She also wrapped her legs around
his back, restricting the length of his strokes but
increasing their frequency.
With every once of energy he could muster,
Glen thrusted his cock into his Cathy again and
again. A thousand nights of fantasy fueled his
passion. That the realization of his nighttime dreams
would come at the hand of his mother's best friend
only seemed to make it more exciting. The walls of
her pussy felt so good as they wrapped around his
cock. Glen had been masturbating since he was 13
but he never imagined that anything could feel as
good as this.
Sweat covered both their bodies as they
thrashed back and forth atop the wide bed. Cathy
continued to hold him tightly, his face pressed tightly
against her own. She continued to murmur quiet
words of encouragement, not that they were needed.
In between, she alternated between licking and
nibbling on his ear.
"Oh your cock feels so good inside of me."
she purred as a familiar pleasing wave of passion
crested across her body. "You're such a good
lover."
Glen was sure she was only saying that to
make him feel good. But even if the words were
faked, the reactions of her body to his weren't. He
might not be the greatest lover but he knew he was
bringing her pleasure. The neophyte lover only
hoped it was equal to that she was bringing to him.
After what seemed like an eternity, Cathy felt
Glen's body began to tense, signaling an imminent
explosion within him. His first climax within a
woman. She grabbed him as hard as she could and
pulled him as far inside her as possible.
Cathy held him tight, preventing him from
moving so that he could savor the feeling of release
she knew was coming. As soon as she felt the
shudder of his body she relaxed and let it trigger the
volcanic waves within her own body. Her pussy
exploded as she felt the burst of his seed fill her
body, electrical charges radiated outward until they
filled the core of her being. She smothered his face
against her breasts, allowing his to taste the sweat
that covered her body.
Then as the tremors subsided within, she
pulled his head up and pressed her lips against his.
She kissed her young lover passionately again and
again. Holding him pressed tightly against her, she
continued to pump his still firm cock until his balls
had been squeezed of every last drop of that
beautiful white cream.
Finally it was done and his hot, sweat
covered body collapsed upon hers. Too exhausted
to even lift himself, he just laid there, his cock still
within her. Eventually it began to shrink to its
pre-aroused state and slipped from within her.
Wrapping her arms around him, Cathy ran
her fingers across his back and down to his ass. His
body felt so warm and nice against hers, she hoped
he shared the feeling of contentment that filled her.
"So I guess now I'm a man." Glen said as he
lifted his head off her breasts.
"Sweetheart, you were already a man."
Cathy said in a soft voice. "You just have a little
experience now, that's all." she added as she kissed
the top of his head.
They laid there for about a half hour, just
kissing, touching and talking. Glen understood that
this had been a one time thing and Cathy was sure
he'd never tell another soul. Glancing at the clock
on the night table, Cathy said that he'd have to go
because her daughter would be home from scouts in
half an hour.
She'd considered offering him the use of her
shower as they were both soaked to the skin. Then
remembering how much she loved sex in the shower,
she decided she didn't trust herself enough not to
jump in after him. It just wouldn't do to have Dora
show up with the girls and find the two of them
going at it again.
"I'm sorry I can't offer you a shower." she
said.
"No problem, I'll just tell my mom that I was
exercising." he replied. "It's not really a lie, is it."
he laughed.
Glen's mentioning Sabrina brought Cathy
back to cold reality. God, she had fucked her
friend's teenage son. What would Sabrina say if she
knew?
The fear only lasted a minute. One creed
that Cathy had followed all her life was never look
back. You can't change what was or spent your
time worrying about what might be.
"I guess this means I don't get my story."
Glen quipped as he pushed the ends of his T-shirt
into his shorts."
"Lover, I'm going to write you the best story
you ever read." she said as she gave him one last
kiss. "And I'm going to put it online so that all the
world will know what a great lover you are."
"That's a lie." he replied. "But it gives me a
goal to shoot for. I'll settle for that."
"Fair enough." Cathy said, then switched to
a serious tone. "Glen, remember the concept of the
four walls I once mentioned in my letters."
"Yeah, I remember." he replied. "What
happens between these four walls, stays between
these four walls."
"Exactly, now you'd better get going."
Pausing only to retrieve his computer tools,
he did just that.
Cathy took a quick shower as not to smell of
sex when Dora showed up. Enjoying the feel of the
hot water against her skin, she reflected on what had
just happened. Stepping out of the shower, she
looked at her reflection in the mirror and asked for
the hundredth time.
"Had it been worth it?"
Her reflection smiled back and said. "Damn
right it was."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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Subject: AnnD: Crossing The Line - (3/4) - MF/FF
Date: Tue, 16 Dec 1997 00:00:00 GMT
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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in your comments. It gives me a better idea who
my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story.
Crossing The Line
Part Three
by Ann Douglas
- Caught In The Act -
Six weeks had gone by since that afternoon
with Glen and the whole encounter had already
receded to memory as far as Cathy was concerned.
She'd kept her promise and written Glen his story,
and after changing the names had put it on line.
True to his word, Glen had never mentioned
what happened, not even in his email response to her
posting. Never even eluding that he was the
character in her story, Glen merely stated that he
thought the tale was her best work ever. He was
away at the summer camp he worked at now and
mentioned that he'd taken up with a fellow counselor
named Judy Winters. They got along great and
hopefully he'd get to know her a lot better in time.
Glen's mother had just gotten back from a
two week vacation in the Caribbean. She'd called
Cathy the other day and invited her over for lunch.
Unfortunately Cathy couldn't make it and countered
with an invitation to come over and share a dip in
the pool and lunch. The temperature was going to
hit 90 today and Sabrina had readily agreed. Jim
had taken Laura to spend the weekend at her
grandmother's house so they would have peace and
quiet. Cathy didn't exactly get along with her
mother-in-law so both parties were more than
willing to accept a flimsy excuse as to why she stood
home.
For once the weathermen had hit it right on
the money and the mercury crested at 90 just about
noon. Cathy was floating in the pool enjoying the
solitude and being thankful that she hadn't gone to
her in-laws. Cathy and Jim had put a lot of work
into their backyard over the years and it had become
their private refuge. The inground pool opened onto
a large deck which in turn led to the kitchen's patio
doors. Beyond the pool was a play area, complete
with swing set and slide. The entire yard was
surrounded by a natural barrier of trees that
provided a lot more privacy than the six foot fences
allowed by the towns building regulations. It was
one of the reasons they'd bought the house at the
end of town. If only more days could be like this.
"Hello!" called out a cheery voice from the
front of the house.
"Back here, Sabrina!" Cathy called out as
she coasted to the side of the pool.
The high wooden door opened and in
stepped Sabrina. 5'5" and a trim 110lbs, the redhead
had her shoulder length hair tied back in a ponytail
and tucked under a black baseball cap. She wore a
simple white T-shirt with "banana republic" written
across her firm breasts and a short pair of blue pants.
In the two weeks she'd been away, Sabrina had
acquired a deep rich tan of which Cathy was
immediately jealous. Try as she could, every time
she tried to get a tan like that the most she would
wind up with was a nasty sunburn.
"Welcome back." Cathy said as she propped
herself up on the pool's edge.
"Thanks." Sabrina smiled as she reached up
and removed the dark round sunglasses she'd been
wearing. "It was a lot a fun but it's nice to be back
home."
"Well you picked a fine day to come over for
a swim." Cathy said. "And before I say anything
else, I hate you for that tan." she laughingly added.
"Remember, jealousy killed the cat!" Sabrina
shot back.
"That was curiosity!" countered Cathy.
"Close enough." the younger woman
chuckled.
"That out of the way, why don't you run
inside and change." said Cathy. "The water feels
great. I left the kitchen door open."
"I've already got my suit on." Sabrina noted
as she took hold of the bottom of her shirt and
pulled it up and over her head.
Beneath the shirt Sabrina wore a rather
skimpy white bikini top which barely contained her
36c mounds. It was immediately evident that her tan
was an all over tan. Four kids and the 35 year old
still had a body that most 25 year olds would die for.
A good diet and three days a week in the gym will
do that for you.
"Nice suit." Cathy noted.
"Just something I bought to take with me on
the cruise." Sabrina remarked.
"I'm surprised something like that held up."
"I only said I brought it with me. I never said
I wore it." the redhead smirked.
"So I noticed." came the reply.
The shorts followed and with a powerful
leap, she drove into the deep end of the pool. After
completing a full lap of the pool she glided up
alongside Cathy.
"That felt good." she smiled.
"I told you." said her host. "Now tell me
everything about your trip."
For the next half hour, Sabrina described
cruising the Caribbean. The fun in the sun, the trips
to the islands, the late night dancing and the food.
"Oh the food, it was so wonderful and there
was so much of it." Sabrina said. "I must've put on
ten pounds."
"Yeah, I'll bet." Cathy said in a tone laced
with sarcasm.
"Speaking of food, what's for lunch."
Sabrina asked. "I could eat a horse."
"One horse coming up." Cathy said as she
lifted herself out of the water.
Sabrina followed and Cathy handed her a
large bath towel. Wrapping the towels around
themselves, they moved into the kitchen.
With the central air running, the house was a
good 20 degrees cooler. After the swim, the cooler
environment was like heaven. They finished drying
off and piled the towels on a kitchen chair.
"Oh no, we're fresh out of horse." Cathy
said in mock horror as she looked in the refrigerator.
"I guess we'll have to settle for chicken salad."
"That's fine."
As they ate, Cathy continued to ask
questions about the cruise. Sabrina didn't mind
really, but after a while it became evident that she
had something else on her mind.
"You mind if I ask a question for a change."
Sabrina said as she finished describing the midnight
dance on their last night aboard.
"Of course." Cathy said as she poured
herself another glass of wine and took a sip.
"I'm curious." Sabrina said as she placed her
own glass on the countertop. "Was Glen a good
fuck?"
"What?!?!" Cathy gasped, almost choking
on the wine she'd just drank.
"Glen, my son." Sabrina said in a serious
tone. "The young man you screwed last month. I
hope you haven't forgotten him already."
Cathy sat cold silent for what seemed like an
eternity. Finally she said. "Sabrina, I don't know
what to say? What you must think of me?"
"I have to confess that when I first found out
I was furious." Sabrina answered. "Then after I
thought about it a few days, I began to see it in a
different light."
Not knowing where her friend was going
with this, Cathy was afraid to interrupt.
"Glen's an adult and it's time I accepted that.
Eventually, he was going to sleep with a woman. In
fact I should be surprised it's taken this long. After
all, he's turned into quite a handsome young man."
She paused for a breath and took another sip
of wine.
"Of course I thought it would be someone
like Beverly Friedman, not a woman older than his
mother."
"Ouch, that hurt" Cathy thought.
"Then again, at least I don't have to worry
that you're going to show up at the front door with a
baby in your arms and looking for Glen." she
paused a second then added. "I don't do I?"
"No." Cathy said quietly.
"That's good. Now where was I? Oh yes,
eventually I began to look at it all as a positive thing.
Glen seems to have a lot more confidence around
women now, in fact he's got a girlfriend up at camp
and they've even slept together already."
Another pause, another drink.
"I wonder if I'd feel the same way if I'd had a
17 year old daughter instead and you were a 41 year
old man. Probably not. I realize that's somewhat
hypocritical, but then so are so many things in life."
For the first time since Sabrina asked her
bombshell question, Cathy let out a sigh of relief. It
was looking like she could talk her way out of this.
She'd admit it was a mistake and promise that
nothing like that would ever happen again.
"Glen didn't tell me any of this by the way."
Sabrina continued. "I know he promised he'd keep
it a secret and I wouldn't want you to think he was a
liar."
The redhead took a final long pull on her
glass, emptying the contents. The moments passed
as she let the older woman wonder how she found
out about that lust filled June afternoon.
"Every since he was 12 and we got him his
first computer, Glen's kept a journal on it." Sabrina
finally began to explain. "He got the idea from that
TV show about the kid doctor. Anyway, every
single night he's made an entry. Every secret of his
life goes into it. He even emails his daily entries from
his laptop to the PC in his room. I guess he feels
that way he won't be tempted to edit them later."
"And you read his diary?" Cathy asked.
"Yes, I know it's an invasion of privacy and
all that." Sabrina said, "But if that's the price I pay
for keeping my son out of trouble then I'll gladly pay
it. That's how I know about his new love as well."
"You think he'd encrypt something like that,
computer genius that he is." Cathy said, thinking
after she finished that it sounded like she was
making fun of him.
"Oh he does." his mother said. "But Glen is
nothing if not a person of habit. He hasn't changed
the password to those files since he was 13. Even
back then, it only took me a few days to figure out
the password was the dog's name."
"So can I assume that you're now all right
with all this." Cathy said, holding her breath as she
waited for an answer.
"Yeah, pretty much so." Sabrina smiled at
last.
"Thank God!" Cathy said. "I'd really hate to
loose your friendship. It really means a lot to me."
"I just wanted to have my say about it."
Sabrina concluded. "Then we'll put it behind us."
"Great!" Cathy replied with relief as she
took a large drink of wine, emptying her own glass.
"Now, Anne O' Donnell, that I really found
interesting." Sabrina abruptly changed the subject as
Cathy once more gagged on her drink.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Cathy mentally
repeated to herself as she felt like she'd fallen from
the proverbial frying pan into the fire.
"Don't worry." Sabrina said reassuringly. "I
don't care if you wrote those stories. Who do you
think I am, Dolores?"
The renewed image of what someone like
Dolores could do with the knowledge of Cathy's
authorship sent a shiver down her back.
"Actually, I thought most of them were
pretty good." she went on. "I printed out hard
copies of them all and took them on the cruise with
me in a binder. I told Tom it was some work from
the office that I wanted to catch up on while I got
some sun. He thought it rather silly that I'd take
something like that on vacation but since I only read
it while he was playing cards or such, he really didn't
mind. In fact, since I came to bed incredibly horny
every night, he really didn't mind about anything."
Cathy couldn't help but notice the wicked
smile on Sabrina's face.
"It took almost the whole two weeks to read
the forty nine stories, I wondered where you ever
found the time to do it all."
"Well I've been doing it for a couple of years
now." Cathy offered in way of explanation.
"Really?" the younger woman went on. "I
also recognized more than a few characters based on
common acquaintances. It must have been fun
putting then in such interesting situations?"
"Actually, yes it was."
"One thing I did find somewhat curious."
Sabrina noted as she poured more yet wine for both
of them. "How come there weren't any characters
based on me? If nothing else, the fact that a great
many of the women in your tales have red hair
should've qualified me in that regard."
"I guess I couldn't think of you in that
manner." came the explanation as Cathy drank some
more wine as well.
"Really?" Sabrina said in surprise. "Could it
be that you didn't want to write about me because it
was too close to what you really wanted? Could it
be that you wanted me for real and not just in an
erotic fantasy."
Between the numerous glasses of wine and
the topic of conversation, Cathy was beginning to
feel somewhat uncomfortable. She really wasn't
used to being on the defensive.
"Would you be shocked if I told you that
you're not the only one who's had female lovers in
her life?" Sabrina suddenly said.
Cathy's mouth opened wide in surprise. It
was almost the last thing she would've ever expected
Sabrina was to admit to. The only thing that
would've shocked her more would've been an
admission of incest.
"Based on all the writings of Anne O'
Donnell that I read from Glen's computer, I'm sure
I've nowhere near the experience that you've had.
But all told, I've had three woman as lovers.
She paused and could see the unasked
questions on Cathy's face. Sabrina knew she wanted
to ask about her affairs but was torn between that
urge and her desire not to push too deep. Sabrina
was more than happy to tell more, thinking that
she'd gone this far and saw no reason to stop now.
"The first was when I was 19, back while I
still lived in England." she began. "It was a year
after Glen was born and I was still going to the
University. My boyfriend, Glen's father, had
disappeared when I became pregnant. It was all I
could do to keep it all together."
"You mean Tom isn't Glen's father?" asked
the older woman.
"No, he's not." her friend answered. "And
that's something no one in town knows - not even
Glen. It was something Tom and I decided a long
time ago."
"I've already forgotten it." Cathy said.
"Good. Like I said, it was real tough going
back then. Sometimes when I take the life style I
live now too much for granted, I think about those
months of trying to get by on a twenty pounds
sterling a week and it puts it all in perspective."
Cathy continued to listen, fascinated by the
story as she opened a second bottle of wine and
refilled their glasses.
"As you might've imagined, my parents were
somewhat upset with my pregnancy. Still, even with
the circumstances, they loved being grandparents.
Mom was more than happy to take care of the baby
while I continued school and worked at the cinema
at night."
"That was were I met Amanda Nelson. She
worked the concession stand with me. In spite of
the 15 years between us, we became very good
friends. Eventually, we became a lot more. I
suppose in hindsight it would be easy to say that she
seduced me, but the reality was that we were both
recovering from recent losses and just found solace
in each other's bed."
"Nine months later I met Thomas Drake.
Despite the fact that he like Amanda was much older
than me, we were married less than a year later. Six
months after the wedding I found myself pregnant
again and when the opportunity to relocate to his
Corporation's American offices came up, we jumped
at it. Both of us decided that a new clean start was
just what we needed."
"Michael was the first American born Drake.
When he turned one I went back to school and got
my degree. It was also there that I had my second
bisexual affair with another student. It wasn't
anything serious, more recreation sex than anything
else - just enough to deal with the stress of being
wife, mother and student."
"The last time was right here in Cedar
Grove." Sabrina said as she made a sweeping
gesture with her wine glass. "I guess that was more
or less right after you moved here. I can't tell you
much about that one because, aside from it being the
most brief, the woman involved still lives here in
town. We were only together a few times and she
decided after that she really wasn't comfortable with
the idea. And before you ask, yes you do know her
but that's all I'm going to say on that subject."
"Amazing!" Cathy thought as she was about
to take another sip of wine then decided she'd had
too much already. "There was so much I didn't
know about my best friend. Then again, there was
so much she didn't know about me either."
"I guess it's only fair that I share a few
secrets as well." she replied. "That is unless you
wouldn't be interested."
"Oh I'm sure I'd be very interested." Sabrina
replied as she made herself a little more comfortable
on the high stool next to Cathy and took another
taste of wine. Unlike her older friend, she hadn't
reached her limit.
Cathy thought about it all for a few moments
and then started at the beginning, as good a place to
start as any. She told her how she'd had her first
experience with a woman. When she was 17, she'd
gotten a summer job at a lingerie store in the local
mall. Her boss, who was also the owner, was a
rather attractive woman named Elizabeth whom
Cathy suspected was a lesbian. One night after
they'd completed the inventory of some new
merchandise, they'd celebrated on some wine and
cheese from one of the mall's upscale delicatessens.
The conversation had drifted to sex and Cathy had
confided that she had stronger feelings for women
she knew that any of the guys she dated. Like in
Sabrina's case, it would be too easy to say that
Elizabeth had seduced her. After all, how could a
teenage girl be the aggressor with a 39 year old
woman. But true be told, Cathy had definitely been
the dominant party that night and had begun an
affair that lasted over a year.
Even before her fling with Liz had run it's
course, Cathy had a few more lovers. They came in
all sizes and shapes - diversity seemed to bring an
added excitement to it all. The one thing that they
all had in common was that they were all much older
than she was. Girls her own age really didn't appeal
to her at all. This pattern continued for a number of
years. She still dated men as well and even had a
few affairs with them. She couldn't complain about
the sex because that was always fun regardless of
her partner's gender. It was just that she couldn't
find the same satisfaction in other aspects of a
relationship with a man.
By the time she was 30, Cathy had all but
given up attempting relationships with men and
dated women exclusively. In fact by that point, it
had been almost five years since she'd had sex with a
man. She didn't view it as a defeat or anything like
that, merely as an acceptance of how her life had
progressed.
Then in late '88 she'd come home from the
Club Med in Martinique with a new lover, Carol
Donohue. A reporter for a New York Newspaper,
they'd struck up a friendship and decided to spent
some time together when they got home. Neither
and any illusions that their relationship was based on
anything but great sex,. But as long as they both
were happy with that - that was enough.
They were making love in her bedroom the
afternoon they got home when they were interrupted
by Carol's younger brother. He had been checking
on her apartment while she was away and thought
she wasn't coming home until the weekend.
Jim had known his sister was a lesbian since
he was 19 so he wasn't shocked on finding her in
bed with another woman. As least he took it as well
as any guy would when he walked in on his sister
with her face buried between someone else's legs.
After apologies on both sides, Carol made
them lunch. During table talk, they discovered that
Cathy and Jim had a common passion for both
history and science fiction. Out of that somewhat
auspicious beginning developed a friendship that
grew to love. A love that told Cathy that she'd
found the soulmate she'd always craved and she
wasn't about to loose him simply because he hadn't
turned out to be the gender she'd expected.
Less than a year later they were married,
their daughter was born thirteen months after that.
Every day was a new adventure for them and as long
as her somewhat extracurricular sexual activities
were confined to women, Jim was able to accept
them. She really couldn't explain to someone else as
to how their marriage remained strong under those
circumstances, it was enough to say that it did.
"And how did he feel about you and Glen?"
Sabrina asked as she put down her glass and then
pushed it away. "Or didn't you tell him about that."
"Yes, I told him." she answered. "I think
the fact that I was with another man and tried to
hide it would cause more damage than if I told him.
I can't say he was overjoyed about it, but he said he
understood the passions that drove me and would
accept that it would never happen again."
"I knew that you'd led a rather interesting
life, but not that fascinating." Sabrina remarked. "I
almost feel jealous."
"Don't. There were more than a few major
downsides as well. I just don't dwell on the
negatives."
"So here we are." Sabrina said.
"So here we are." Cathy repeated. "And
where do we go from here?"
Sabrina seemed to think about it for a few
fleeting moments. Then she leaned across the short
nineteen inches that separated their two chair and
kissed her long time friend. Unlike the hundreds of
kisses they'd exchanged over the many years of their
friendship, this one was full of lust and passion.
The soft caress of Sabrina's lips against her
own caught Cathy momentarily by surprise, but
you'd have to stress the momentary aspect of her
astonishment. By the time she felt the pressure of
her friend's tongue between those lips, she was more
than willing to open and admit it. Returning all the
enthusiasm that her friend was putting into the kiss,
Cathy was sorry to have it end and immediately
returned the affectionate touch. As she did, she felt
an equally gentle hand embrace her breast, lightly
kneading them and squeezing her nipples. The dark
haired woman placed her hand over Sabrina's and
guided it to her heart.
"You were saying, were do we go from
here?" Sabrina said in a soft whisper as their lips
parted.
"Yes." Cathy answered in an equally low
tone, her head swimming from the effect of both the
kiss and the wine.
"Why don't we go up to your bedroom?"
Sabrina suggested. "I'm sure we'll be much more
comfortable there."
The beaming grin on Cathy's face showed
that she thought that was a very delightful
suggestion indeed.
Like two children who'd suddenly given the
keys to a candy store, the women raced through the
house and up the spiral staircase. Cathy won the
mini-race and as a reward Sabrina reached up and
around from behind and took hold of her breasts.
She slip her nimble fingers under the thin material of
the older woman's bikini top, playing those skillful
digits across her already hardened nipples. Cathy
spun around in her arms and kissed her fiercely.
Both woman quickly undid each other's tops and
both garments dropped to the floor.
Continuing to exchange kisses, they rubbed
their breasts against each other, generating a friction
heat that they knew was only the beginning.
"Mmm, that feels nice." Sabrina purred as
Cathy rubbed her smaller mounds against the taller
woman's tanned globes, making nipple to nipple
contact.
"How'd you like to start with a massage?"
Cathy asked.
"I thought this was a massage." Sabrina
grinned.
"It gets better." Cathy answered. "Why
don't you lay down on the bed."
With a silent smile, Sabrina complied with
the request and stretched out on the soft top sheet.
Her naked breasts pressed into the bed, Sabrina
began to reach down and pull off her panties.
"No, I'll do that." Cathy said as she reached
down and stop her tanned hands.
Joining her friend on the mattress, Cathy
straddled her and began to rub her neck. As her
fingers worked, she leaned over and began to kiss
her way down her back. She started at her neck and
slowly transversed the warm flesh with both her
fingers and lips, whispering terms of endearment as
she went.
As she moved, her hand drifted alongside
Sabrina's breasts and traced a fine line down them
with her nails. When she reached the top edge of
Sabrina's bikini briefs, she took hold of the
waistband with her teeth and pulled them down,
exposing the plump tanned cheeks of Sabrina's ass.
The woman beneath her lifted herself a few inches
off the surface of the bed to allow Cathy to draw the
briefs down and off her legs.
"This is a surprise." Cathy chuckled as she
look down and spotted a teddy bear tattoo on the
fatty part of Sabrina's left cheek. On impulse she
kissed it.
A new series of kisses followed as Cathy
covered both cheeks. Her tongue left a shiny trail
that began just at the crack between her valley and
went down and across to the hairy red mound on the
other end.
Stretching out her fingers against those
mounds, she exposed Sabrina's sex and pressed her
tongue deep within her.
"Ooooo" Sabrina moaned as she again lifted
herself to give greater access.
With all the skill she'd gained over the last
twenty-four years, Cathy played her new lover's
pussy like a musical instrument. Each motion of her
slippery tongue sent little charges of electricity
through her friend. She savored the taste that
coated her tongue, a delight she wouldn't have ever
dared hoped for, even in her dreams.
As much as she wanted this to go on forever,
she knew there were still many pleasures she wanted
to share with her new love.
She spun Sabrina over and turned her own
body around so that the tanned woman would have
access to her own cunt. She easily slid the remains
of her own bathing suit to the floor and once more
climbed on top.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do
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in your comments. It gives me a better idea who
my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story.
Crossing The Line
Part Four
Sabrina stared in fascination at the sight of
her friend's naked cunt only a few inches from her
mouth. She hadn't seen a naked pussy since she was
in junior high school, and even then it had been a
distant look in the girl's showers. Her son's
description of it in his journal didn't do it justice. It
was beautiful. The scent of Cathy's sex was almost
overpowering, and to her delight she learned with
her first lick that the taste was all she hoped it would
be. Cathy lowered her pelvis, so that Sabrina could
have easier access to her wet cunt. She gave
Sabrina free reign, allowing her to set the pace of
her actions.
Slowly at first, Sabrina licked her lover,
exploring her womanhood, savoring her taste. Then
she began to quicken the pace until she reached a
rhythm that sent little ripples throughout Cathy's
body. As they slowly built in intensity, Cathy knew
they would eventually lead to orgasm.
Satisfied that Sabrina was comfortable and
well on her way, Cathy turned her attentions back to
the now saturated mound before her own mouth.
Parting Sabrina's lips, she quickly went to work and
expertly matched Sabrina's rhythm. Their bodies
were in sync as they heaved and sweated in a
building passion.
The rising waves of ecstasy filling her body
told Cathy that Sabrina was defiantly a diamond in
the raw. What would she be like with some more
practice. As she felt herself cresting, the 41 year
pressed her naked cunt down against Sabrina's face,
while simultaneously driving her own tongue as deep
inside Sabrina as it would go. Their orgasm was
almost simultaneous, and as powerful as any Cathy
had experienced.
They laid there wrapped in each others
embrace, gathering their energies for a few minutes.
Both knew the best was yet to come.
"Know what turned me on the most in your
stories?" Sabrina said as she stroked her lover's
breasts. "The way some of the women in your
stories used toys. You know, dildo's and such. Do
you have things like that?"
Cathy smiled and leaned over the side of the
bed. From the bottom draw of the night table, the
dark haired woman withdrew a bright red string bag.
She undid the laces and dumped the contents on the
bed.
"Take your pick?" she laughed.
"Oh my." Sabrina said as she looked at the
collection spread out in front of her.
There were assorted vibrators, as well as a
variety of dildo's - both stand alone and strap ons.
Also in evidence were a few light bondage items
such as cloth restraints and a blindfold.
Cathy had to conceal a laugh as Sabrina
picked up each item and examined it. It was
obvious that it was the first time she had actually
seen some of these items. Finally she picked up a
strap on in each hand and held them up. One was a
small thin model, the other long and thick.
"I guess one size doesn't fit all." she giggled.
"Well actually, that one's an anal model."
Cathy said, indicating the smaller version.
"Yuck!" Sabrina grimaced as she dropped it
back on the bed. "I could never get into that."
"As a matter of fact, that one belongs to
Jim." Cathy added.
"Jim?" Sabrina repeated. "Why would Jim
need a .....?
Then it hit her. The dildo wasn't for Jim to
use on Cathy...it was for her to use on him. She
picked it up and examined it again. Looking back at
her friend, Sabrina mentally pictured her wearing the
strap on and fucking her husband. Surprisingly, she
found the image highly erotic.
"Can we try this one?" she asked, indicating
the larger one.
"Of course we can." Cathy replied. "Do you
want to wear it or should I?
"Could you wear it?" Sabrina asked, a sense
of hunger evident in her voice.
The tone of her voice was a familiar one to
Cathy, but one which she would never have
previously associated with her friend. It was the
voice of a submissive. Cathy had know enough
female submissives in her life to recognize it
instantly.
Thinking about it later, the sudden revelation
would seem like less of a surprise. It wasn't that
uncommon for people who had to be so responsible
and in control all the time liked to be the total
opposite sexually.
Falling right into what was a familiar role,
Cathy held the dildo against her pussy and began to
simulate a male masturbation motion. She shook the
rubber cock a few time to get Sabrina's attention,
not that it wasn't glued to the artificial prick.
"Why don't you come over and give "big
boy" here a little suck." she said. "Get him nice and
hard!"
Sabrina crawled across the bed and took
Cathy's "cock" into her mouth. Slowly she slid it
deep inside her mouth, covering it with saliva.
Running her tongue up and down the length, she
began to act as if it were real. With all the skill she
exhibited on the false phallus, Cathy would've been
begging for more had it been real.
"You're a real cock-sucker, aren't you?"
Cathy laughed as she got turned on even more
watching Sabrina swallow the full length of her
"cock" once again.
With a slight reluctance, she took hold of the
dildo and pulled it from the redhead's eager mouth.
Slipping her legs through the straps, she began to
pull them tight.
"Baby, get ready for the fucking of your
life!" Cathy said as the last strap tightened as far as
it would go and the dildo sat flush against her pussy,
giving her the appearance of a first class hard on.
Looking over her shoulder to watch Cathy
adjust the straps of the rubber phallic, Sabrina
assumed a doggy position across the bed. Cathy
was right in guessing that deep inside, she'd always
had a secret submissive streak. Always having to be
in control all the time was no fun. For once she'd
like to just let go.
From a blue tube that was in the bag, Cathy
smeared a large amount of clear lubricant over the
cockhead of her dildo. Then she pushed her slippery
fingers down between Sabrina's legs and up into her
already lubricated pussy. She pushed all five fingers
in, stretching the opening.
"Oooo" moaned Sabrina as she felt the
initial intrusion.
Cathy pressed her naked body up against the
back of Sabrina's own. She lifted her hanging cock
and positioned the head against the now saturated
tunnel.
"Spread those beautiful legs, honey." Cathy
whispered into Sabrina's ear as she nibbled at it.
"Cause you're going to love this." she added with a
kiss.
With that she began rubbing the round tip of
her cock up and down the length of Sabrina's pussy
before taking a firm grip and pushing it within her.
"Aaaaa!" Sabrina yelled as she felt herself
being penetrated .
"Relax." Cathy said as she eased the dildo
out a little, before pushing it back in twice the depth
of her first attempt.
Cathy reach around and rubbed her fingers
against Sabrina's clit. Doggy style was her favorite
position, it gave her such a feeling of superiority.
Her frantic motions against the small nub at the top
of Sabrina's cunt helped distract her from the pain as
Cathy began to thrust deeper within her with an
ever increased frequency.
Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to
an increasing pleasure. Even through the artificial
cock, Cathy could feel the walls of Sabrina's cunt
grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside her one
more time.
"You love this, don't you?" Cathy asked
between thrusts as she grabbed both of the taller
woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against her.
"Oh yes," Sabrina panted as she began to
match Cathy's rhythm and draw the dildo deeper
inside her.
Cathy slid her hands up and down Sabrina's
body as she continued to fuck her with ever
increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight against
her breasts as she used then to pull Sabrina against
her time after time. Cathy always got off fucking
other women in this way, she loved to be in control.
An added dimension to Sabrina's enjoyment
was the thought that it was right here on this same
bed a few weeks ago that her son had fucked a
woman for the very first time. Not just any woman,
but the lust filled bitch that was fucking her with
abandon.
Cathy pushed Sabrina's head and shoulders
down across the oversized pillows, giving her
greater access to the depths of her pussy. The
constant rubbing against her own love button was
sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot
sweat covered each of their bodies as both shook
with the energy and passion of unrestricted sex.
Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Cathy
grabbed Sabrina's long hair and pulled her head
back. With a fierce fire in her dark eyes, Cathy
pressed her lips hard against the helpless woman
beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they
intertwined was enough to push her to within an
inch of the abyss.
"Deeper." Sabrina gasped as Cathy's tongue
slid out of her mouth.
Try as she could, it would've been physically
impossible for Cathy to get any more inside Sabrina.
At least in the position they were in.
"On the floor!" Cathy commanded as she
pulled the dildo all the way out. "On your back!"
Not even giving Sabrina time to comply, the
younger woman pushed her onto her back. She
followed her a moment later and rammed the large
rubber cock between her outstretched legs.
Sabrina screamed in ecstasy as Cathy drove
the dildo it's full length within her. Cathy's smaller
mounds pressed hard against Sabrina's globes,
causing an electric tingling as their nipples
touched.
Burying her temporary manhood deep inside
her new lover, Cathy's body quaked in anticipation
of the explosion she knew was imminent. Beneath
her, Sabrina was lost in a similar state.
Continuing to pump away with all of her
strength, Cathy was taken by surprise when Sabrina
reached up with her legs and wrapped them around
her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to an even
greater depth. Her arms also wrapped around her,
binding them together in an unbreakable lock.
"Fuck me!" Sabrina screamed at the top of
her lungs. A cry so loud that for a moment Cathy
wondered it she could be heard out on the street.
One final thrust was enough to unleash the
explosion that had been building within the two of
them. Both bodies jerked violently as they were
consumed by the bodyquake that ripped through
each of them.
Sabrina drove her nails deep into Cathy's
back as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Cathy
continued to plummet the captive pussy that was
pressed so tightly against her own. Until she too was
gripped by that same loss of control.
Their journey through the endless ether of
sexual bliss was both instantaneous and timeless.
Fireworks filled the sky and rivers of joy caressed
their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans filled the
air as hearts raced uncontrolled.
As has been written many times, all good
things must end and eventually the fire that had
claimed both women cooled and their sweat
drenched bodies began to untangle from each other.
Sabrina was still aware of the massive cock-toy still
filling ever inch of her cavity. The feeling was so
unlike that she had after a violent love session with a
man. Usually she was faced with a small feeling of
disappointment as she felt his cock soften and slip
from her. Instead it was now a constant reminder of
the joy she had just experienced.
Cathy was simply too exhausted to even pull
her strap on from within Sabrina. Instead she simply
stoked her now cool skin and planted a gentle kiss
on her lips. The fires of aggression had cooled
within her, and now all she wanted to do was rest.
"Oh God, that was so fantastic!'' Sabrina
said as she sat up and leaned against Cathy's sweaty
naked form. "I can't believe how much fun that
was."
"I thought you'd like it." Cathy said as she
ran her finger along the length of her toycock and
then brought the now wet digit up to her mouth.
"Mmmm, finger licking good." she quipped.
"I wish we'd done this years ago." Sabrina
sighed as she rested her head on Cathy's shoulder.
"No sense regretting yesterday." Cathy said.
"Not when every tomorrow is a new adventure."
"You know, you never answered my
question?" Sabrina said as she kissed Cathy's cheek.
"What was that?" Cathy asked.
"Was Glen a good fuck?"
Cathy thought about it for a long moment as
she ran her fingers across Sabrina's breasts. Then
she tilted her head close to her lover's and
whispered.
"Yes he was, but not as good a fuck as his
mother."
Dropping her head back and closing her
eyes, Cathy promised herself that unlike that
afternoon with Glen, this performance was definitely
going to be repeated.
THE END
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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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