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Grief and Pleasure


It was appropriately gloomy weather on the afternoon when
my good friend Beth
was buried. Her death at the hands of a drunk driver was a
tragedy that all of
her many friends felt very deeply. Of course, her husband
and two young
children were devastated by the loss. I had known Beth since
our high school
days when we wre both cheerleaders. We saw each other almost
every day during
the following years, often at the health club. After our
work-outs, we would
share long talks over coffee about the traumas and joys
of our lives. I thought
I knew everything about her, and every one of her friends.
Was I ever wrong!
The funeral service was held outdoors, next to the grave
site. More than a
hundred people attended, all bundled up against the insistent
Autumn chill. I
knew everyone there, most with tears filling their eyes.
Half-way through the
service, I noticed someone who I didn't recognize,
on the far side of the
circle of Beth's friends. He was leaning against the
gnarled trunk of a huge
sugar maple, ablaze with golden foliage, and he was dressed
more casually than
most of the mourners. Although he was physically part of
the group, I knew
instinctively that he was separate and mysterious. My
curiosity was piqued; who
was this one person I didn't know, who felt strongly
enough to attend Beth's
I needed to know. So when the final words were spoken, I avoided
with the friends standing near me. Instead I circled around
the outside of the
group toward the tree where he had been standing. He was
already gone. Glancing
around, I saw him sitting on a stone wall a couple hundred
feet away, staring
off into space. He was deep in thought, and perhaps I should
have left him in
peace. But I so wanted to know how he was connected to Beth,
about whom I
thought I knew everything. I screwed up my courage and walked
over the
leaf-strewn grass, silently sitting near him on the wall.
Minutes passed
without a word, as we watched everyone else walk away from
the grave. Even when
the last car had sped off down the dirt road, our quiet meditation
until finally he turned his head toward mine, and said "I
probably shouldn't
have come here today, but I just couldn't stay away.
Beth had a powerful and
exciting influence on my life, and in my way, I loved her
very much." What on earth was he talking about? According to him, Beth
and he had been
close. But he was unknown to her community of friends. So
I just had to ask
bluntly "Who are you, anyway. I'm sure that I've
never seen you with Beth, or
around town." "I've never actually met Beth, at least not in
person. But she and I knew
everything about each other, since we talked to each other
over computer
networks. We were sort of like penpals, or e-pals, I guess
you might say." He
saw the bewildered look on my face, and continued "I
would explain all this to
you, but what she and I had was very special, and very intimate.
And it was
absolutely secret. So I'm not sure that I should go
on. I would hate for her
family to be hurt." I asked "How do you know that I'm not a family member?"
To which he answered
"Well I'm pretty sure that I know who you are.
You're Sue, aren't you? Beth
described you in great detail, and no one else at the service
looked like you
do. If it weren't for what she told me about you and the
deep friendship that
you shared, I wouldn't have even said this much. But
she said that you were the
most open-minded and open-hearted person she knew, so
I'm taking the chance
with you. I know that you are familiar with America Online
and how it can be
used to get into sexual fantasies.
How the hell did Beth know that? I haven't told anyone,
not even my closest
friends. It turns out that she had discovered the stories,
and had recognized
my physical description, the neighborhood, and my personality.
I had dropped
enough hints for Beth to figure it out. I was somewhat horrified
to have been
discovered, but also tantalized by the possibilities.

While I sat there with my jaw hanging open, he continued
"Beth really
appreciated the companionship that you offered her, and
both of us found your
stories to be an incredible turn-on. We talked endlessly
about the wild and
erotic images you write about." Well, compliments like that will always get my attention
-- as will the face
and body and voice that this mystery man possessed. And
the mystery itself may
have been the part that was the most intriguing to me. So
I promised to keep
what he told me to myself, and to not be judgmental or shocked
by anything that
I learned. With that assurance, he decided to trust me,
and then he told me
their story, which went something like this:
His name is Dale. He too was married. Beth and he met in a general
chat room
on America Online, where they discussed parenthood and
marriage and eventually
the boredom and stagnation of their lives. Given the anonymity
of the Internet
(I learned that Beth used the alias "OpeningUp"
as her screen name, which said
a lot about where she was coming from when she met people
online), the two of
them started sharing more and more intimate feelings.
Early on, Dale suggested
that they move to a "private room, " where he
thought that they wouldn't have
the distraction of all the other people chatting in the
public room. He knew
that the private room system existed, but hadn't actually
used one. Beth
immediately asked him if he was trying to "cyber-seduce"
her (I like that
expression), and when he denied it, she told him that she
was disappointed!
Dale discovered that she had been a regular participant
in these rooms for a
couple of years, and that she looked forward to the safe,
anonymous, and wild
fantasies that could be played out with her online partners.
I had promised
Dale that I wouldn't be shocked, but it was hard to maintain
my composure to
hear that sweet little Beth, member of the PTA and the church
ladies auxiliary,
was actually a wanton vamp of the computer networks. Over
the years, she and I
had shared so many conversations. I thought she was telling
was baring my soul to her. Now my curiosity was getting really
revved up. And my interest in this
magnetically handsome stranger with the syrupy voice
was overwhelming any sense
of social correctness that should have been guiding my
behavior. Dale was
reluctant to get too graphic in his description of what
the two of them talked
about in the private room. After all, we were talking about
someone who had
died only a few days ago, who had just been buried within
sight of where we
sat. Yet it was precisely for those reasons that we found
ourselves able to
talk so freely, stranger to stranger, connected by our
mutual friend for whom
we both were grieving.
Anyway, it turned out that Dale and Beth had arranged to
have a regular
rendezvous every Tuesday morning at 10 o'clock. That
explained why she had
started coming to the health club only four mornings a week.
For an hour each
session, they would start with some flirting, then they
would verbally undress
each other, followed by some torrid sex that transcended
the apparent limits of
their keyboards. Both Beth and Dale had occasionally experienced
without touching themselves, just from the extreme arousal
of the typed
conversation. Each time, they would imagine themselves
outside of their regular
lives, sometimes playing roles as if they were in another
time or another city.

They always reserved a few minutes at the end of their session
to have a
discussion that wasn't about the cyber-seduction.
Sort of like the proverbial
post-orgasmic smoke-a-cigarette talk. They laid bare
the tender wounds of their
lives, revealing their vulnerabilities and dreams.
Dale lived in Arizona, so it was both impractical and unwise
to meet in
person. Despite their exciting fantasies and their unfulfilled
"real lives, " neither really wanted to take the risk of hurting their
families, or
endangering the reputations that they had staked out in
their communities.
Despite their exciting fantasies and unfulfilled "real
lives", neither wanted
to take the risk of damaging their families or reputations.
But eventually, the
exhilarating and elicit online affair was like a drug that
needed a bigger fix.
They made plans to meet, in the flesh (quite literally).

Dale had arrived yesterday, checking into a motel in a neighboring
town. He
only found out this morning about Beth's accident.
He knew it was inappropriate
to show up at the funeral, but he couldn't stay away.
He needed to see her put
to rest, and he found it strangely reassuring to see Beth
surrounded by her
close friends and families. Of course, he was disappointed
at this sudden
reversal of fortune. but he was instantly resigned to the
reality. His greatest
regret was that Beth and he had not gotten to share the single
night of
physical passion that they had planned. One night was all
that they had allowed
themselves, and then they had promised to return to their
real lives, never to
meet again, online or in person! But they couldn't
live the rest of their lives
without tasting the forbidden fruit just this once.
Now that phrase "the rest of our lives" had a
tragic poignancy as it related
to Beth. But for Dale, he had reached for the apple and it
had been pulled from
his grasping hands. His sadness about Beth's death
was mixed with
understandable frustration for his own tough luck.
As Dale told me this history of the two of them, I found myself
stirred by the
romance, and titillated by the erotic overtones. I was
drawn to Dale not only
by sympathy, but also by a rising sexual charge. When he
mentioned his
frustration at the end of the story, it was clear to me that
much of it was
sexual frustration. I instantly made a decision which
felt totally right at
that moment (although it certainly seems reckless as I
look back on it). I
could be the stand-in for Beth for the one night. His long
anticipated union
with his cyber-lover could in some fashion be fulfilled,
and I could see that
this required no sacrifice on my part, for my attraction
to Dale was
instantaneous, going back to that first moment when I had
spotted him during
the funeral. By "becoming" Beth for a few hours,
I could perhaps be giving her
a final tribute. If her angel was watching over us, she could
enjoy our sexual
encounter in some mystical and vicarious way.
While this plan crystallized in my head, I chose not to explain
it to Dale.
This wasn't a time for logic. I simply stood up in front
of him between his
knees, pulled his head to my breasts, and ran my fingers
through his long curly
hair. "Dale, I want you to do something for me, and
for yourself. I want your
to let go of reality for a few hours. Tonight I will be your
Beth. Right this
minute, I am Beth. I want you to forget about my death, to
forget about Sue. I
want you to celebrate our love, to make love to me with all
the passion that
you have kept imprisoned for so long. I want to see your body.
I want to wrap
my hands around your cock. I want you to kiss me all over.
And I want you to
fuck me like there is no tomorrow. Because there isn't!"
Dale started sobbing softly, and the tenderness of the
moment brought tears to
my eyes as well. His arms were wrapped tightly around my
waist. After dwelling
in the grief for a few more minutes, I took the initiative,
and reached behind
me to take his hands. I pulled them down so that they rested
on my ass cheeks.
Dale was still hesitant, so I pressed his fingers into my
flesh. Eventually, he
let go of his self-restraint, and began massaging my ass,
gently at first, then
more insistently. I glanced around quickly to make sure
that there was no one
left in the cemetery. Then I gripped the waist of my simple
black sheath and
began to bunch up the material, pulling the hem up from my
knees. I'm not sure
that Dale even knew what I was doing, with his face buried
between my breasts.
With a final yank, I pulled the material out from under his
hands. The cool
autumn air was in sharp contrast to the fingertips burning
into my skin.
Dale was now fully into the illusion of me being Beth. His
crying had stopped,
and where the fabric of my dress was damp from his tears,
I now felt his hot
breath wafting against my nipples, making them harder.
One of them was trying
to poke out his eye. My hands were now resting on his shoulders,
and I kneaded
the tightness from his neck muscles, slipping my fingers
under the collar of
his turtleneck. His hands had migrated around and under
my ass cheeks, so that
he was pushing his finger tips up into my cunt, pressing
the thin fabric of my
pantyhose into the moisture that had seeped out of my vagina.
I normally don't
wear this type of underwear when I am expecting any kind
of sexual encounter. I
had no idea that this would be in the cards today! But I had
dispensed with
panties, since the hose provided the warmth and modesty
that I required for
this solemn occasion. Now that stretchy nylon material
was providing almost no
barrier to the exploring fingers that slid along my puffy
labia, flicking over
the hooded nub of my clitoris. I hadn't realized how
completely aroused I had
become, but now I could feel the moisture soaking into the
nylon, and the
coolness from the air sent shivers up my spine. Or were the
shudders caused by
the stimulation of the prodding fingers? I gasped with
the intensity of it all.
But the seasonal chill was just too much. To say nothing
of my fear of being
spotted by a passerby. After all, my courage to be sexual
on the Internet is
quite different from what I feel is possible in my home town.
So I pulled away
from Dale and let my dress fall back to my knees. I drew his
hands up my torso,
bumping over my sensitive breasts, and up to my mouth. My
lips wrapped
themselves around a couple of his fingers, and I tasted
my own pungent juices.
Stepping backwards a step, I let the grasp of my lips pull
him to a standing
position. "Let's go to your motel. I'll
follow your car" I said, and the sultry
tone in my voice surprised me. We walked hand-in-hand out
to the dirt road, and
kissed passionately one time before getting into our cars.
He was driving some
clunky looking rental job. I was in my sporty little Miata,
with the top up for
the weather.
When we got into town, we had to stop at the only traffic light.
I used the
brief pause to remove my shiny pumps and shimmy out of my
pantyhose. I tried to
be inconspicuous about my movements, since this was the
busiest part of our
little town. Now my simple black sheath was my only piece
of clothing, and I
know I wouldn't be wearing even that much longer. Turning
up the car's heater,
I let it blow up between my knees, which I separated as much
as I could within
the tight confines of the driver's seat. The hem rode
up high on my thighs. I
could immediately smell the unique fragrance that emanated
from my oozing cunt.
As I tailed Dale's car for the 15 minutes it took to get
to his motel, I let my
fingers tease myself ever-so-lightly, swirling around
my gumdrop nipples, and
occasionally dropping down to slide through the lubricated
crevice of my naked
cunt. I had to restrain myself from touching myself too
aggressively, for the
temptation was very strong.

Finally, just as the sun was setting in the West, we arrived
at the High
Hills Motor Lodge. Even before I had pulled to a stop, Dale
had hopped out of
his car and was unlocking the door to his room. I stepped
up to him and through
into his tidy little room. When he reached for the light
switch, I stopped his
hand. Trying to reinforce the illusion, I said "Remember,
I am Beth. You know
who I am. You know what I look like from what I told you in the
chat room. Let
the light from the window be your guide. Let your hands lead
you." I was using
a monotone voice that I hoped would be hypnotic. "Remember
all the wild scenes
we have had together. Tonight I want you to make it the best
time of all. I
want you to tell me how you like it. I am yours for the night.
I am Beth. I am
yours. Make love to me." He was hooked completely. Even in the dim light I could see
that his eyes were
kind of glazed over, and he was breathing rapidly and deeply.
I let my hands
drop down to his crotch, where I gave his cock a gentle squeeze.
He was
rock-hard, and so very big. He leaned back against the door,
and asked me to
take it out. His voice was almost a whisper, desperate and
urgent. I wasn't
there to be a tease, so I leaned forwards to kiss him hard.
While our lips
mashed together and my tongue plunged deep between his
teeth, I unbuckled his
belt and unzipped his fly. Dropping to my knees on the thick
carpet, I pulled
off his loafers, and then quickly removed his trousers.
His erection made a
huge tent in his white boxers. I snaked a hand up into each
of the loose pant
legs and with my fingers straight, I enclosed the hard column
of flesh in a
prayerful grasp. My finger tips just reached the head of
his cock, which was
trapped under the elastic waistband. I let my fingernails
graze lightly over
the sensitive skin of his rotund glans.
"Please take it all the way out" he implored.
I bent his cock shaft away form
his stomach, stretching the waistband outward. Biting
down onto the corrugated
material, I pulled his shorts down onto his thighs with
my head. My forehead
rubbed down his cock, leaving a smear of precome on my skin.
I released his
cock from my hands and used them to pull his boxers the rest
of the way down
his legs. He was already unbuttoning his overshirt and
pulling his turtleneck
up over his head.
"What do you want me to do now?" I asked innocently.

"You know." "Tell me. I'll do anything you ask. But you must
tell me what you want." I
wanted to make sure that I didn't break the illusion
of my being Beth, which I
could easily have done by acting in some way that he didn't
expect. I just had
to hope that she hadn't convinced him that she was some
kind of dominatrix!
"Please, kiss my cock! Suck on it the way you talked
about on the computer.
I've been waiting so long for this moment. I've
kept myself from masturbating
or making love with my wife for two weeks. I'm tingling
all over. I need you to
suck on my cock now. Please Beth, do it now!" His use of Beth's name sounded so genuine. I was sure
that he was completely
absorbed by the trance. And I too was having trouble keeping
track of my own
identity. I felt like I really was Beth. I felt like I had
known Dale for all
these months, and that I had been anticipating this moment
of forbidden
physical pleasure. I had masturbated only that morning
as I showered, but now I
felt the delicious sense that I get when it has been a long
time between
orgasm, when I know that my time is coming. This was no time
to flirt. Dale's
erection was pointing almost straight up, and was twitching
uncontrollably. I
leaned forwards and kissed his balls, then slipped my tongue
out from between
my lips and lapped up the entire length of his solid column
of hot flesh. Just
as I reached the protruding rim of his glans, my tongue collided
with a falling
droplet of his oily precome. I drew it into my mouth, savoring
the musky flavor
and smell. My hands came up and wrapped around the base of
his cock, and then
milked upwards. The clear, sticky precome poured out of
his pisshole. I don't
think that I have ever encountered so much of the stuff, and
I wondered for a
moment if he was already ejaculating; but I could tell from
his other movements
that this was just the appetizer -- the main meal was still
to cum. My fingers
smeared the greasy liquid all over the throbbing length
of his cock. I
swallowed the head of his cock into my mouth -- I had to rise
up off my
haunches to reach it. Swirling my tongue around the helmet-shaped
head, and
sucking in with my cheeks, I began to pump the exposed shaft
with one hand. My
other hand cupped his balls and prodded gently into the
sensitive sacks. His
hands twisted in my long hair, but thankfully, he didn't
try to force my head
into his crotch, for the breadth and length of his column
of veined flesh would
surely have gagged me. I was fortunate that he was a naturally
gentle soul.
"Oh god, I'm going to come already. Please don't
stop, Beth. This feels like
heaven." I had only been sucking on his cock for a few
seconds, but it only
took that long to provoke his orgasm. I took more of his cock
into my mouth,
and the jets of semen started splattering into my throat.
I swallowed as fast
as I could, enjoying the indescribable taste. I squeezed
his balls in time with
his contraction. Abruptly, the strength in his knees gave
way, and his back
slid down the surface of the door. I had to wriggle backwards
on my knees, and
bend down more so that I could keep my lips clamped around
his writhing cock.
My ears were filled with the hoarse grunts of his incredible
orgasm. Seconds
seemed to pass like minutes as he came down from the heights.
I continued to
nibble lightly on his cock, vacuuming up the final oozing
droplets of cream.
Finally, Dale got his breath back and stood up, pulling
me to my feet with
him. "Your turn" was all he said, as he turned
so that I faced away from him.
He pulled my arms up over my head, and then nudged with his
toe at my insoles,
spreading my feet wide apart. Reaching around my sides,
his hands started
fluttering around on the front of my body, following a seemingly
pattern. It felt like a swarm of butterflies. He brushed
his fingertips over my
face, up my arms, over my heaving breasts, flicking over
my distended nipples,
over my ribs, onto my tight tummy, into my navel.... I'm
very ticklish, and I
had to bite my lip to keep from breaking out in girlish giggles.
But I was also
enjoying Dale's touch, light as it was. He was hardly
making contact at all,
and my black dress also buffered his caresses. Yet that
was all it took to make
me quiver with erotic thrills.
When Dale reached down to take hold of the hem of my dress,
his steamy breath
penetrated the fabric on my back, reminding me of the intimate
feeling of his
breath on my breasts only an hour ago. He peeled the sheath
up over my hips and
upper body, and then over my arms, which were still reaching
for the ceiling.
That dress was the single piece of clothing that I was wearing,
so now I was
completely naked, illuminated by the orange glimmers
of the sunset through the
window. Dale remarked "what happened to your underwear?"
To which I answered
that I never wore a bra, and that I had removed my pantyhose
while I was in my
Miata. "Beth, you are as brazen in person as you ever
were online. I love that
about you. You know what you want, and with me, you are going
to get just
that." He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. His
strength and
masculinity enclosed my slender body. Before setting
me down, he reached down
with one hand and stripped the blanket off the bed. Then
he lay me onto the
taut white sheet, face-down, and he sat on my rear. His strong
hands began
massaging my neck and shoulders. All the light touches
from before were
transformed into vigorous kneading. He worked his way
down my back, and then
pushed himself backwards so that he could sit between my
knees. As he massaged
my spongy ass cheeks, I knew that he could see the shadowy
wet folds of my
cunt, and the star-like opening of my asshole. His thumbs
crept closer and
closer to these targets, but just when I thought he would
work his way into my
cunt, he shifted his attention to my thighs, and down all
the way to one foot.
He sucked my toes into his mouth one at a time, stopping only
long enough to
say ""This is what you've been begging
to have done for months, isn't it, Beth?
I love giving you this treatment." Then he rubbed
my other leg, repeating his
toe sucking on that foot. It did feel good, and he was very
enthusiastic about
it. Being Beth meant getting involved with her particular
little fetishes.
Maybe having my toes sucked is something I need to add to
my regular
"That's wonderful, Dale, " I said, "but
now I want more." "Like what" he responded. Right away, I could
see that he was going to play
the same game on me that I had played with him. He wanted me
to say what I
wanted. "Bring your hands back up to my ass"
I said. But when he only went back
to massaging my cheeks, I implored him to touch my cunt.

"Like this, Beth?" he asked. But all he was doing
was grazing over my sparse
cunt hair with the finger tips of one hand, while the other
continued kneading
my butt.
"Dale, I'm too excited to talk. You know what
I like from when you've touched
me with your silent voice over the phone wires. I've
begged you to do those
things that no one else has. So now I want you to make love
to my body the way
we have talked about so much. You know what I want. Do it now.
Don't tease me.
Please." With that, I hiked my rear way up into the
air, and spread my knees
further, so that I was totally open and accessible to him.
Instantly, his
fingers pressed more insistently into my cunt flesh. His
long middle finger
slipped easily between my slick labia, and the fingers
to either side scissored
in around the engorged lips. His hand prodded back and forth
plowing my
furrows, thumping against the hard peg of my clitoris.
then I felt the thumb of
his other hand slip into my gaping vagina. He pressed that
thumb down toward
the palm of the hand that stroked my clitoris, so that the
hard knob of his
first knuckle brushed over my G spot. Slowly at first, then
accelerating, he danced over and inside of my totally receptive
Instinctively, he knew exactly where to probe, how hard
and fast I needed it.
Incredibly, at the moment that I started to reach my climax,
he stopped his
motion, maintaining a firm but passive pressure, until
I too backed off from
the peak. Then he began the gradual climb back up the mountain
of pleasure.
Four times he brought me almost to the crest, and four times
he denied me that
summit. I never feared that he would be so cruel as to leave
me frustrated. I
understood that he was playing me like a guitar, strumming
chords on my G spot
as he plucked at my rubbery clitoris. I was captivated by
the music. As I
ascended the mountain for the fifth time, Dale allowed
me to surge over the
final barrier, and I reached my climax with hurricane force.
I could feel the
pulsing waves smashing up from my crotch and spreading
through my body and into
my head. My breathing was harsh and rapid, like the winds
of the storm. Time
stood still as my body shuddered and writhed on the snaky
fingers provoking my
convulsing cunt.
I had no time to recuperate before Dale moved up behind me
and placed the fat
head of his cock at the dripping entrance of my vagina. Gripping
my hips with
his hands, he drove his cock all the way into me with one sudden
thrust. I was
totally open, and was able to accommodate his huge prong
of meat with only a
shrill hiss that came not from any discomfort, but only
from the visceral
pleasure of being stuffed full of my lover's cock.
His wiry pubic hair pressed
into my ass cheeks, and he remained motionless.
"Beth, your cunt fits my cock so perfectly. I can feel
your inner muscles
churning and clutching. I've dreamed of this moment
for so long. It feels so
incredible." For emphasis, I did my best to clamp
down on his cock, and then I
started to rock back and forth. At first I only moved an inch
or so, and his
hips remained glued to mine. But eventually, he allowed
his cock to withdraw
and then disappear, again and again. He let go of my hips
and reached around
with both hands to envelop my breasts. His fingers softly
pinched and rolled my
plump nipples. I clutched at the sheet and tried to dig my
toes in, so that I
could gain the leverage needed to drive my cunt into his
groin. I needed him to
fuck me hard, and it just wasn't enough.
"Lie back, Dale, and let me do the work. That's
what I want now." And I pushed
back extra hard with my ass, encouraging him to flop backwards
onto the bed.
His cock was pulled out of my cunt with a slurping sound,
and then flopped hard
onto his stomach. With my back still facing him, I settled
back onto my
haunches, with my ass hovering over his hips. I reached
between my sweaty
thighs and took hold of his slippery cock, aiming it straight
upwards. Lifting
myself up, I reinserted the glans between my drooping lips.
Then I dropped my
butt down onto his groin, impaling myself completely.
Immediately, I began
pistoning up and down at a furious pace. The bed started
creaking loudly, and I
worried momentarily that the frame might break! My head
swung around, flailing
my long blond hair into a golden cloud. My breasts swam around
colliding with each other with damp slapping sounds. One
of my hands found its
way behind me to a spot along side of Dale's chest, and
I leaned backwards and
to the side. He could again reach my breasts, and he tried
to tame their wild
dance. My other hand fell down to his balls, bouncing around
under my pounding
cunt, and I took up the gentle squeezing that had been so
stimulating for him
earlier. My wrist rubbed against the splayed lips of my
cunt, sweeping over my
slippery and tender clitoris.
He could remain passive no longer, and he started meeting
my downward thrusts
with vigorous upwards hip-tilts. I felt like I was riding
a bucking bronco (or
was it a fucking bronco). Both of us were sweating profusely,
and the fingers
clutching his balls were bathed in the commingled juices
from his cock and my
cunt. Earthy smells and animal grunts filled the air. We
had both achieved an
earlier orgasm, so we had the time to enjoy our uncurbed
lust. At one point, I
thought I might have to stop from exhaustion, but I got my
second wind and was
able to continue and even quicken my pace. It wasn't
long after that I could
feel my second climax begin to spread it's tendrils
of elation though my veins.
"I'm going to come now, Dale. Come with me. Pour
your seed deep into my body.
Don't wait. Aaahhhhhh." And he didn't wait. His hips exploded off the mattress
several times in
rapid-fire succession, and then he pumped upwards one
last time, becoming
frozen with his ass a foot from the bed. I sat up straight,
abandoning my
pistoning. Instead, I bore down hard, grinding my cunt
into his bushy pubic
hair. I was milking his spasming cock with my cunt muscles
and rubbing my
finger tips into the sensitive spot between his balls and
his asshole. My wrist
pressed hard into my clitoris. Within my seething vagina,
I could feel the
blasts of semen erupting volcanically like hot lava, splashing
up against my
cervix. My own orgasm was short and electrifying. It was
a dizzying rapture
that was so intense that it almost became painful, and I
forced myself to push
off of Dale's stiff body, falling onto the bed at his
side. In the faint light,
I saw his shiny cock still pointing toward the ceiling,
shooting one last
fountain of silvery come into the air and landing on his
sweaty chest as he
allowed his hips to sink back down to the bed.
The intensity of my exertion and my lust left me drained
and spent. I could
only close my eyes and fall immediately into a deep sleep.
Fluids percolated
from my ravished cunt, and the sticky secretions dried
in my pubic hair.
That night, I had the most real-feeling dreams.... of being
surrounded by
radiant white angels, and of Beth looking down on me with
an impish smile. She
said to me "OK, Sue, so of course I'm jealous...
but I still want to thank you
for taking my place tonight. You've given a great gift
to Dale. You're a
sweetheart. I'll put in a good word for you up here."
To which I could only reply "No need to thank me. By
having the chance to "be" you for a few hours, I've already gotten to visit heaven.
So thank you, Beth.
You've been a dear friend. I'll hold you and your
secrets in my heart forever."

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