Love Is Where You Find It

I chided her in turn about what happens when you play with fire. We got out of the tub and A got the mop and started on the floor while I dried both her and myself. Once finished, we went to the bedroom and watched the steam rise off our bodies. I was propped up on one elbow trailing my fingers along her body, feeling the rounded curves of her breasts, belly, cheeks, and mound, entwining them in her pubes.

–Would you like to shave me, she asked. I've never done it and I would never trust anyone but you to do it.

So I put her on one of the kitchen chairs, got her razor, scissors and some gel. Ten minutes later her cunt was as bare as the day she was born and I put some aloe cream on it, taking my good time rubbing it in very carefully. I kept rubbing long after the cream was replaced by her juices and her breathing was getting ragged. I parted her lips to "see if I'd missed any hairs", as I said, and trailed my finger along her crack. Those lips seemed even longer than before and almost purple, with all the hair gone. I put my finger at the entrance and very slowly inserted it to the last knuckle, savouring the texture and the rippling of her muscles as it went in. –You won't find any hairs in there you know, she said in voice that broke into a hoarse whisper.

–I know, I said and pulled it out again, replacing it with my tongue.

God, how I had longed for this! She smelled of flowers and shaving gel and aloe cream, but the taste was all cunt. I fucked my tongue in and out, trying to scoop up as much juices as possible and there was lots of it and more coming. A reached down softly pulling on my ears to make me lick her clit. I resisted and kept fucking her some more with my tongue.

–Please, she said pulling harder on my ears.

–Soon, I said, soon, looking up at her with my most devilish grin.

–Bitch, she said, pressing my face harder to her pussy, trying to rub my nose on her clit.

I was enjoying this immensely, but had to stop due to lack of oxygen. I have often wondered why we don't breathe through our ears. It would be so much more convenient, and more so in the situation I was in. I got off my sore knees and stood up, pulling A off the chair and we walked back into the bedroom. I got on my back and A straddled my pelvis, adjusting her self until we were clit to clit. She then started rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm, mashing our clits together. Hers was almost as prominent as mine and once engorged, the feeling was very real and VERY good. I started to rock with her, which caused her to lose pace. She put her hands on my chest, leaning forward a little and quickened her pace, making high-pitched noises. A squelching sound from our crotches, revealed our mutual excitement. There was so much liquid down there, she had trouble staying in the right position and not sliding all over me. I felt my own orgasm rising as well; we were looking into each other's eyes chasing the pleasure that was only seconds away. A was drooling a bit, lost to this world and suddenly her face contorted into a hideous grimace and she fell forward, shaking, but continued her fucking motions until I came about five seconds behind her.

We were utterly spent and we fell asleep with her still on top of me. Two hours later, we woke and more or less had to pry our crotches apart. We started making out and were soon back in familiar tracks again. I turned around to get her in a sixty nine and we were soon both happily lapping away, taking turns coming until we were both so exhausted that we slept through the rest of the night. The dildos never came into play, so to speak. Not until the next morning.

Chapter three

We woke up at about 11am the next day. I woke up first; turned around and faced the sleeping A. Sunrays were tracing the covers, nearing the point where they would caress A:s eyelids. They fluttered briefly before she opened her eyes, she looked into mine and smiled a "good morning". I rolled on top of her, wedging my hips between her legs, feeling the stickiness from the previous night. I kissed her chin, her forehead, her cheeks, her eyes and finally her mouth, tasting my own stale secretions on her lips. I considered venturing farther down, but decided against it. My pussy was raw and needed to a bit more rest. A, of course, had a different mindset. She put both her hands on my head and pressed downwards until I was facing her breasts. I licked her nipples a little, not wanting to get her too aroused. I simply wasn't up to more sex at the moment, but I also was never one to say no, regardless of the circumstances. She kept pressing down and I followed, soon facing her cunt that already showed signs of stubble. I figured it had been nearly 12 hours since I shaved her. My hopes of not arousing her were crushed as she spread her legs to accommodate my shoulders. The covers were thin and there was enough light down there to gleam off her incredibly wet pussy. The mixed smell of old and new secretions, was more than I could bear and my resolve went out the window as I buried my face in her honey pot. She yelled out as I shoved my tongue as deep as I could and from the metallic taste of her pussy walls, I gather she was no less raw than myself. I sucked and licked her until I thought I could taste blood and A was somewhere between heaven and hell.

From under the covers I reached out blindly to where I thought her bedside table was and finally managed to get my hands on one of the dildos and to my delight it was the 15". I managed to sneak it under the covers, nudge it under my chest, until the tip was only an inch from her hole. I proceeded to just sucking very lightly on her clit, hearing relieved moans from A. I reached between my tits, and with and firm shove, I planted the dildo to the hilt in her cunt, turning it on at the same time. A went through the roof screaming with pain, pulled the covers off and stuttering asked what the hell I did to her. When she looked down, she saw the weapon I'd used to skewer her and calmed down a bit. I could have warned her, she said. But I wanted to surprise you, I said in my most childish voice, pouting my lips in mock disappointment. Wasn't it a nice surprise, I asked? A told me to leave it in and just tongue her clit and feeling a bit guilty, I did what she told me. It took her nearly twenty minutes to come, by which time my tongue was completely numb. When she finally did come, the dildo almost shot out of her as her pussy contracted and her fluids came spurting around it. She demonstratively licked it clean, looking into my eyes with a curious look on her face and putting it back on the table when she was done. I got out of bed and hit the shower.

We had a nice, full breakfast on her balcony and started talking about the day ahead. I asked her if she would like to take her bike and go swimming in the sea with me. She said she hadn't been to the beach for ages and was more than happy to come. We packed a nice lunch, a thermos of coffee, a large blanket and her swimsuit, a very nice, black, strapless one piece. We went by my apartment and got my bikini and A got a chance to see how I lived and commented on my queen size bed and ranted on about all the things we could do in it. We biked the seven miles to the beach and every foot of them was agony for both of us. The saddles were murder on our sore cunts and sweating like pigs certainly didn't help. We got there finally, only to discover that we could hardly walk. It was about 3pm when we found a nice spot on the beach not too close and not too far away from the dozens of people already there. We changed quickly and dared each other to run into the water. The contest ended with both of us going in, one toe at the time. It couldn't have been more than 18 degrees C. The sign that said 21 degrees, was obviously lying. As soon as we were crotch deep, we both let out a big sigh of relief as the cool, brackish water bathed our burning crotches. We ventured out to deeper water and were soon chest deep in the middle of a patch of kelp where A panicked, claiming to have felt something slithering around her leg. She threw herself around my body with her legs around my waist, screaming for me to carry her away from the kelp. I walked a few feet to where the bottom was all sand and tried to set her down. I told her it was all right to let go now and would she please release the vice-like grip on my thighs. She eased her grip a little, but didn't stand. I looked into her eyes and saw the pure lust that was burning there. She reached between our bodies and then behind her and said,

– Feel me. I reached between us, went lower and put my hand between her legs.

The contrast to the cold water was marvellous and I went deeper between her legs. I bent my fingers and… met not resistance! She was so wet I could immediately slide three fingers all the way up inside her. After walking a hundred yards through water, all traces of cunt juice should have been rinsed away. She leaned into me and pressed her lips against mine, searching for my tongue with her own. I kissed her back all the while sliding my fingers in and out and trying to rub my thumb on her clit. She moaned into my mouth and started moving her hips against my hand. I took her hand and placed on my mound seeing if she would take the cue. I hadn't come all day and all the tension that had built up since morning was taking its toll on my patience. I pressed her hand between my thighs and trapped it there and finally she began moving her fingers and moved her hand up to get down under the waistband. It didn't take long before we were finger fucking each other, totally oblivious to where we were or the people around us. Sobbing sounds were coming from A and I could tell she was only seconds away. I pressed my lips to hers in a futile attempt to trap any sounds that would give us away, but only managed to speed the arrival of my own climax. Our orgasms hit at exactly the same time and were totally mind-blowing. Leaving us heaving and resting our chins on each other's shoulders.

When I finally opened my eyes, another pair, shining brightly and glazed over with lust, met mine. The trouble was it wasn't A:s eyes. I still had my fingers in her and she still had hers in me and we were idly moving inside each other while glowing in the aftermath. Standing about three feet away, in front of me, was a woman in her late forties or early fifties, I figured. There was no doubt in my mind that she was aware of what was going on and I had absolutely no idea of how long she'd been standing there. While we were staring at each other she never blinked and by the slight movement of her shoulders I figured she must be masturbating herself, watching us. After a while she closed her eyes and started hissing through her teeth and now A heard her and spun around. She was about to say something when I silenced her with a kiss, so not to disturb the lady, who was providing her part in the all around performance. Her mouth suddenly opened, forming the silent "O" I knew all to well. She threw her head back and had a silent but seemingly very good climax. I pushed A off me and reached out to the woman who nearly went under the surface, got hold of her arm and she put her arms around both of our shoulders kissing us both in turn saying thank you, lord knows how many times, until it all got a bit embarrassing. Only then were the introductions made.

A recovered from her initial shock and we all stood there with arms around each other's shoulders, talking about what had happened. She had heard A:s scream of terror and had wanted to help in case she was injured. She never reached us before it became obvious we were making out. She'd been about 20 yards away when A and I really got into it and there was absolutely no doubt as to what we were doing. She said it was the hottest, naughtiest and most exciting thing she'd ever witnessed and she had inched her way towards us, fingering herself all the way, until she was just a few feet away and decided, for better or for worse, to get on the cum train and enjoy the ride along with us.

She was 46 and widowed since two years back. She and her husband had been swingers through their whole marriage and they had both been AC/DC in all respects. Her husband had enjoyed a cock in his mouth as well as in his ass just as much as she enjoyed a cunt in her face. The proposal came next. She wanted to take A and me to a restaurant after our swim and then have us join her in her apartment. I was instantly game, but then felt A tug on my shoulder strap pulling me away. We stood aside and A whispered that she wasn't prepared to share me just yet and asked me if we could wait just a little longer and really get to know each other first. I agreed and tried my best to conceal my disappointment. We swam and walked back to the beach and the woman motioned to me to follow her while A was busy towelling and changing. As we got to her car she put her hand on my hip and told me she would really like to see us again. She got a piece of paper and a pen from her purse and jotted down her name, number and address. Her name was Valeria, like the amazon warrior from Conan the Barbarian. Not that there was anything warrior like about this rather lithe body and narrow shoulders, but she proved very apt at "tongue-fencing" as she kissed me good-bye and drove off.

I went back to A. We still had several hours of daylight and decided on catching some rays before going back. I was on my stomach and A was on her back, when suddenly I felt her hand digging it's way between the blanket and my body until it was resting on my mound. She moved closer until we were arm to arm and I turned my head towards her. She scratched me with her fingernails as she tried to push under my waistband and I lifted my hips slightly to avoid injury. A second later her middle finger entered me, catching the moisture already building up inside me, then taking the first hesitant steps in a tap dance on my clit. The persons closest to us, an elderly couple, were about six feet away. On the other side was a family of four, parents and two boys and to our south were four youngsters playing beach-volley ball. The crowd surrounding us made for a very interesting situation, a Russian roulette of sorts. One chance in ten of being discovered.

I tried my damnedest not to make a sound or move, but as A:s finger got more and more insistent and my hips began to move of their own accord, despite my efforts to the contrary. A pulled the towel over me to shield me from view, which probably sealed our fate since a moving towel is bound to arouse more suspicion than a moving bottom. The first sign was the elderly couple suddenly intently looking our way. The game to our south had stopped and the family was moving their garden umbrella to shield them selves and the kids from the live show. A must have been aware of all this, but she wouldn't let up and I couldn't make her stop without arousing even more suspicion. I'm not proud of what I did next, nor has it happened either before or after. I faked it. I faked it by letting out a little moan and squeezing her finger with my pussy and clamping down with my thighs. A looked very happy and gave me a mischievous smile and I smiled back and mouthed a "thank you". She reached further under my mound and squeezed it harder than was comfortable. I couldn't help but yelp and thus providing further evidence that something untoward was happening.

There was now no doubt among the spectators as to what was going on. I was mortified. I also had a twat full of sand, collected on the journey A:s hand made before reaching it's goal and it stung like crazy. I didn't care, couldn't care, I just wanted to get away from ten pairs of probing eyes, well eight pairs anyway, two were a bit too young to get the whole picture. I put my clothes on over my bikini, put my sandals on and straddled my bike. And screamed. Between my already sore cunt, the drying saltwater and the sand in my slit, I was in hell. The trip home was like running a seven mile gauntlet. I cried all the way home speeding to get away from the pain as quick as possible, leaving A far behind.

I was in the shower, washing my burning cunt in cold, fresh water, when the doorbell rang. I opened and A was outside also crying. I hadn't said a word as I rushed off and A thought I was mad at her and that she had done something wrong. I didn't tell her that in fact she had. Who was I to judge her? We held each other and I let my towel fall to the floor and I kissed her for the longest time. Her hands began to wander about my wet body, but I stopped her before she reached my crotch. I got a piece of tissue and pressed it to my crotch. When I showed it to her, it had a few small specks of blood.

–Did I do that? She asked with tearful eyes.

– Yes you did, I said with my warmest smile. And never was pain acquired in a more pleasurable way, I added.

Pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure, you can't have one without the other. A and I had four beautiful months, before the fateful day she let my name slip to her counsellor. The second the investigation into our relationship was launched, she broke down mentally as well as physically. I could never see her again, not without facing criminal charges, and her therapist broke through all her defences, finally convincing her that what had happened was a very bad thing and that I had used her in the worst ways possible. A tried telling everyone she'd initiated the whole thing, but was only told that I should have known better, which I guess I should have. But love knows no boundaries and I truly loved A.

There are still lots of beautiful memories, but I will stop now, just short of our first twenty-four hours. I would like to think that I honour her memory by sharing these intimate moments with like-minded people. I know A won't mind as she took her own life in -98, two years after we met for the first time. She was a world-class sex kitten and I miss her.

Any feedback is welcome.