The first time
I saw her, she was fucking her brains out.
It was one of
those publisher's parties that companies throw so their employees
and friends can have a good party at the company's
expense. The party was held in a
big, richly decorated house owned by one of
the company executives, who was
probably hosting the party so he could take
a tax write-off on his home. Well-dressed
people were everywhere, the drinks were flowing,
and I had to pee.
I tried two
bathrooms, but each had a long line waiting outside it. So I headed
upstairs figuring it was unlikely that the
bathroom off the master bedroom would be in
use. Finding the master bedroom wasn't
too difficult, but when I opened the door, I
saw the bedroom was in use.
They were on
the bed going at it in a frenzy. The first thing I noticed was her
legs. They were long, encased in dark
nylon, wrapped around his back, and flailing
about. One foot had a high-heeled shoe
on it, the other shoe having fallen to the floor
where it lay on its side next to a small pair
of black silk panties. Her black dress was
crumpled around her waist, revealing the black
garter belt that still held her stockings.
Between the black of the garter belt and the
black of the stockings was her soft pale
skin, looking whiter by contrast with the
black surrounding it.
The top of her
sleeveless dress had been pushed aside to free her tit, which was
covered by his clutching hand. Around
her head, her long straight blond hair was
splayed out, forming a halo that flowed as
her head moved on the pillow. Her eyes
were closed and her mouth was formed in a
grimace. She was panting wildly through
her clenched teeth and was clearly nearing
her climax.
He was on top
of her and humping like a bucking bronco. His dark suit pants
had been pushed down to his knees, his suit
jacket and shirt were pushed up, revealing
much of his back, which she was clawing and
scratching. His head was buried in her
neck on the side away from me. There
were two characteristics of his that I could
make out. The first was hair.
He had dark, curly hair all over him - on the back of his
hand, on his thighs, and on his back, from
which it ran down into the crack of his
bucking ass. The other feature was on
the only hairless part of him visible to me, his
white ass, on which, I could clearly see in
the light coming from the hall behind me,
was an orange and black tatoo of a leaping
tiger. With every thrust of his ass, the tiger
seemed to rise and pounce, as if the panting
woman was to be part of its prey.
As I watched
from the doorway, she shuddered, and tremors raced through her
body. Tiger Ass gave several more rapid
thrusts and then pushed his body forward and
held it against her as a series of spasms
shook his body. Then they collapsed together.
I was still
watching when she opened her eyes. She saw me, smiled, and
winked at me. I beat a hasty retreat,
carrying in my mind the image of those flailing
legs.
Eventually I
found an empty bathroom, made good use of it, and returned to the
party below.
The party was
in full swing and, as is common in this type of party, groups
were drifting together and apart as people
moved around the rooms. About an hour
later, I found myself in a group with them.
Considering
what I had seen, they looked remarkably neat and well dressed.
She was an attractive, well-groomed blond
in a black, backless dress. Two triangles of
black material rose from her waist and barely
covered her tits, each of which looked
large enough to fill a hand with just enough
left over to make it interesting. The dress
was supported by a thin strap running around
her neck, under her long, straight blond
hair . She was thin and tall,
especially in her high heels. Without them, she might
have still been two inches taller than I.
She wore no jewelry.
Tiger Ass was
immaculately dressed in a black suit, which I now saw had light
gray pin stripes. His tie was one of
those innocuous striped ties. He was as hairy as I
had thought, maybe more so. His face
was covered by a neat, full beard of dense curly
black hair that extended his face a couple
of inches to the sides and below.
I was introduced
to Tiger Ass and Sue, as her name turned out to be (he had a
name, too, but I never thought of him as anything
but Tiger Ass), and we chatted for a
few minutes. Since it was a publisher's
party, we talked about writing. It turned out
that Sue had written a bit. When I asked
her if she'd been published, she said, "Only
electronically." Before I could pursue
that, some others joined the group, the
conversation changed directions, and, a few
minutes later, Sue and Tiger Ass drifted
away. A short time later, I saw them
leave the party.
A week or two
after that, I was having lunch at a restaurant of the type that
people go to do business (or rather, to eat
expensively and get a tax write-off) when
Sue walked in. Now she was dressed rather
demurely in a suit and blouse of pastel
colors that went well with her long blond
hair, giving her the air of one of those
women the pre-Raphaelites liked to paint.
Everything about her looked innocent, but
she somehow still carried a sense of seductiveness
- possibly because I couldn't look at
her without recalling those long, flailing
legs.
She was accompanied
by three other women. They were expensively dressed
and bejeweled, with an air of money about
them. They took a table near the one I was
at. Shortly after, just as my table
was on the verge of leaving, I noticed an argument at
Sue's table. She seem quite angry, and
as we rose to leave I could hear her saying, "I'm
a big girl. How I satisfy my urges with
men is my business, which I'll thank you not to
mess with." With that, she stood up
and left the table.
She was thus
just in front of me as we walked out into the lobby, where she
stopped suddenly, saying, "Damn!" "Is
something the matter?" I asked. "Not really,"
she replied, "I just realized that I walked
out on my ride and now I'll have to call a
taxi." She turned around, facing me,
and started toward a phone.
I offered her
a ride and she looked at me suspiciously. "You know," I said,
"we've met before." Clearly she didn't
remember me. I reminded her of the publisher's
party, but that didn't help. "I was
the one who stumbled in on you and Tiger Ass in the
bedroom." The light of recognition lit.
"Oh, you were the one. I could only see your
silhouette in the light from the hall," she
responded without the least embarrassment.
"Tiger Ass,
hmmm," she said with a smile, as if she was weighing the
nickname in her mind and finding it suitable.
With that, she accepted my offer of a
ride.
Between the
wait for the valet parking and the ride to her home, we had ample
opportunity to talk. She told me how
she had met Tiger Ass. "I was in a tall building
downtown and one of the elevators was broken,
so there was a mob waiting to get into
the next elevator to come. When the
door opened, I was pushed toward the back,
which was ok because I was going almost to
the top floor. The car filled up, the door
closed, and I felt a hand on my ass.
I considered whether I had enough space to turn
around and knee the hand's owner in the groin,
and looked around expecting to see a
man staring at the ceiling.
"Instead, I
saw Tiger Ass looking into the depths of my eyes with the most
seering, intensely personal gaze. Whatever
it was about his face, the fierceness of his
beard or those deep, dark eyes, I felt a fire
sweep through me, a burning abdication of
all common sense. I forgot about kneeing
him and leaned back into him. He kept his
hand on my ass, kneading it gently.
Even when the crowd thinned out, I didn't move
away from him.
"Finally, we
both got out on my floor and he asked me when I would be
finished. I said I'd be busy for about
an hour. `Fine,' he said, with complete and
persuasive confidence, `I'll pick you up then
by the front entrance.' I had not
anticipated that he would pick me up on a
motorcycle, but that's what he did. Wearing
his pin-striped suit and no helmet, he and
his big, shiny black bike were waiting for me
when I came out of the building. Abandoning
all caution, I hoisted my skirt, climbed
on the back of the bike and we were off.
"He quickly
left the city behind and we were zipping along a country road, the
wind in my hair and blowing my blouse against
my otherwise bare nipples. I was
gripping his sides tightly in order to stay
on the bike. Suddenly, he pulled off the road
and the next thing I remember is that we were
fucking by the side of the road with
nothing but his bike to hide us from any passing
traffic. I seem to remember a number
of cars slowing down and one or two swerving
dangerously, but all I really remember
was the sense of danger, the danger of being
discovered or of even being hit by a car,
and what it added to that remarkable fuck."
"Does the sense
of danger add so much to sex?" I asked.
"Oh, yes.
Tiger Ass continually adds that bit of spice to our fucking. It's
as if
it's his trademark. You caught us in
a bedroom because he was in one of his more
conventional moods. Otherwise we would
have been doing it on the stairway or
behind the punch bowl. If you haven't
tried sex with that extra element, you've missed
a good deal."
I let her off
where she was going. As I was about to pull away, I asked, more
as an idle hope than with any real expectations,
whether I could call her sometime.
She surprised me by saying, "Oh, yes.
Please do. I'd like that," and gave me her
number.
I called Sue
a few days later and asked her out. We had a little trouble finding
a time because, between her normal commitments
and her time with Tiger Ass, she
was pretty well booked up. However,
we finally found a time during the daytime the
following Sunday when we could get together.
As spring had started and the nice
weather was beginning to arrive, we decided
that we'd have a picnic. We'd drive out to
the beach, which we'd probably have to ourselves
this early in the spring. She'd pack
the lunch and I'd buy the wine.
Sunday, the
weather was warm for early spring, in the 70s, and we had a sunny,
blue-skies day. When I went to
pick her up, Sue was waiting for me with a picnic
basket. We drove to the beach and, after
walking through the dunes to get away from
the parking lot, found an isolated spot where
we could set up our picnic, watch the
breakers, and smell the salt ocean air.
We laid out our blanket, nestling it into the
sand, with a large dune at our backs.
While we ate, Sue told me more about Tiger Ass.
It seemed that
they had gone riding on his bike numerous times. "One time, in
particular, I'll never forget. We had
ridden out in the countryside on a summer day and
were cruising down the road when he decided
to leave the road and take off across the
fields. After bumping through fields
and woods for a mile or so, we stopped in the
middle of a large grassy field. It was
a lovely day, something like today, and all you
could see was grass and stands of trees, and
hills with little houses on them way off in
the distance. We got off the bike, lay
down, and started making love. Tiger Ass had
pulled my panties off and was rubbing my cunt.
I had his stiff prick out of his pants
and was moving my mouth toward its purple
head, at the same time trying to avoid
some large strands of grass, when he decide
he wanted to try fucking on the bike. I
could never resist his bizarre suggestions,
and this would get the grass out of may face,
so I agreed. He sat on the bike and
I straddled him, facing backwards with my feet
resting on the bike's rear lights, which stuck
out. It took a little doing but, since he had
already got my cunt nice and juicy, I was
able to slide down on his prick, fitting it
nicely into me. It was rather clumsy
at first, but once he was in me, I could wrap my
arms around him and wriggle my ass.
"Soon he was
pumping away as if that lurching tiger on his ass were driving
him, and I was losing any awareness of the
outside world. All of a sudden I heard a
loud noise and felt everything start to shake,
as if we were in an earthquake. Tiger Ass
had fired up the bike. Then, with his
prick still buried in me, he started driving the
bike around the field. Afraid of falling
off, I held on to him tightly, his beard rubbing
my face and his prick bouncing inside me as
the bike rode over the rough field. The
bike sped up, which caused the thrusts of
his prick to speed up. Then he began to
make sharp turns, which caused me to swing
from side to side on that prick. Even
though I was holding him tightly, my tits
were being rubbed across his chest as I
swayed with the motion of the bike, so I felt
my nipples being pulled to and fro. We
went faster and faster, and I was holding
on to him for dear life as I was jounced up
and down and from side to side, his prick
rubbing the lining of my cunt in ways it had
never before been rubbed.
"We sped around
the field and I was scared to death that we would wipe out.
The faster he went, the sharper the turns,
the more scared I got, but also the more
excited I got. I thought I was going
to die and come at the same time. I had no idea
where we were anymore. All I was aware
of was the wild shaking and swinging of my
body against his, of his prick inside my cunt.
Finally, I could feel him making extra
lurches against my groin, that tiger driving
him again, trying to push his prick in as far
as it would go. With the two of us grunting
and jerking, and my body going into
spasms, I started coming. He slowed
the bike as he tried to raise himself off his seat to
drive his load into me. Then we all
came to a stop, Tiger Ass, me, and the bike. He
shut off the bike and I just clung to him,
spasms still shaking through me, on that now
quiet, sunny day.
"I have never
been so scared in my life. I would never do anything like that
again. We could have been killed.
But," she said with a wistful smile, "it was the
greatest fuck of my life."
As she told
me this story, we were sitting next to each other, our backs dug in
against the sand dune, watching the waves
break in front of us. Except for an
occasional walker or two passing by at the
waters edge, we had the beach to ourselves.
When she finished her story, only the roar
of the waves breaking could be heard. Sue's
story had excited me, and my erection was
plainly visible under my pants. We sat
there quietly and then she slowly began rubbing
the tip of her finger over my hard-on.
"Danger seems
to hold quite a sexual allure for you and Tiger Ass," I said.
"You really
ought to try it," was her response, unzipping my pants and pulling
my prick out as she spoke. "Somebody
will see us," I said in alarm. "Yes," she said
and engulfed the head of my cock in her mouth.
I looked around
in fear that there might be somebody on the beach watching us.
Way down the beach I could see a couple, but
fortunately there was no one close.
Well, I thought, I might as well make the
most of it, so I swung around, turning Sue so
that my head was between her legs. I
pulled up her skirt and pulled aside the crotch of
her panties so I could get at her cunt.
It was magnificent. The outer labia were thick
and crimson-purple. Between them lay
the soft, crumpled flesh of the inner labia. I
ran my tongue along that flesh and could taste
the juices being generated within. As
Sue's mouth moved up and down on my cock,
taking more in each time, my tongue
dug between those silky lips, and separated
them. Now I could swirl my tongue
around the soft inner shell of those lips,
back toward her ass and forward up to the
folds of skin that covered her little marble.
My head buried
between her legs, I licked round and round her clit, which was
becoming more obvious. Now Sue's mouth
had completely engulfed my cock to the
balls, and she was moving her head up and
down, clutching my prick between her lips.
She had gripped my ball sack around its top
with her thumb and index finger, like a
draw string on a bag, and she was gently tugging
on my balls. My tongue flicked over
her clit faster and faster, and then buried
itself up her cunt as far as it would go. My
thumb took up the massaging of her clit while
I drove my tongue in and out of her
cunt. All the time, Sue was sucking
harder and harder on my cock, and pulling more
and more on my balls. I could feel myself
ready to come. But Sue came first, pressing
her cunt against my mouth as her body shivered.
Her orgasm drove me over the edge -
I started pumping cum into her mouth.
She never stopped sucking until I had
completely emptied my load and until her shivers
had stopped.
We lay there
like that for a while, heads buried between each other's legs.
Finally, we both looked up. There, not
thirty feet away and staring at us, was the
couple who had been walking so far away on
the beach when we had started. Sue
waved to them. The man started to wave
back, but the women quickly pulled him
away.
"Will I see
you again?" I asked as I left Sue off at her home at the end of the
day. "Sure, you haven't been properly
fucked yet," was her encouraging reply.
Our next date
was for a dinner out. I had awakened that morning with a
roaring hard-on, in anticipation of our evening
together, and carried the hard-on around
with me all morning and into the early afternoon.
To take my mind off sex, I decided
to go to a local crafts fair during the afternoon.
I thought that if I could immerse
myself in good pottery and fine weaving, maybe
my prick would relax a little. This
plan worked reasonably well, and I managed
to avoid thinking too much about Sue, but
she didn't escape my mind completely.
When I saw a large transparent silk scarf that
had been hand-painted in a range of blues,
with a streak of yellow running though it
that perfectly matched Sue's hair, I had to
buy it for her.
I didn't have
time to wrap it properly, so when I drove to pick her up, it was
sitting on the back seat of my car in a brown
paper bag. I would give it to her after
dinner.
We had a pleasant
dinner, excellent food and fine wine, and were in a good
mood when we returned to her home. Once
we got inside, I handed Sue the paper bag.
She pulled the scarf out and was obviously
delighted, holding it up against herself as
she looked in the hall mirror. "Wait
a second, I'll be right back," and she disappeared
into the next room.
I didn't have
to wait long. Sue returned with the scarf wrapped around her and,
quite clearly, nothing underneath it.
She looked wonderful. The scarf gave her an
etherial look that contrasted wonderfully
with the effect of her pink nipples and the
sparse blond hair at the base of her belly.
She walked toward me looking good enough
to eat. I reached out and slowly ran
my fingers over her face, tugging gently on her
soft ear lobes, and then down around her neck,
and across her one naked shoulder. She
started to reach for my crotch, but I moved
her hand away. "Patience," I admonished.
I couldn't compete with a wild fuck on a motorcycle,
but I certainly could show her a
leisurely build-up followed by a slow, warm
fuck.
My hands roamed
over whatever skin was exposed, just barely touching her
skin. I began to run my hands over the
scarf, pressing its silk against the skin beneath
it - down her back, along the sides of her
long thighs, back up the front of thighs,
across her flat stomach. Then my hands
moved behind her and slowly massaged her
tight ass. Around and around they moved,
gripping and releasing that wonderful flesh.
Now, slowly,
I moved across the silk and up to her tits. First just their sides,
then their undersides, which I cupped with
my hands through the scarf as if weighing
them. My thumbs moved across the surface
of her tits, close to but not touching her
areolas. I circled them with my caresses
and, without my touching them, they became
harder and redder, rising up as if reaching
out for my touch. Still I didn't touch them.
Rather, my hand moved down across her belly
and over her pubic hair. The scarf was
beginning to slide down her body, but she
made no effort to stop it. I pressed the silk
against her lower belly, pushing down towards
but not touching her cunt. The scarf
had now slipped below her tits and was being
supported only by my hands. Encased in
silk, my hands moved back to her tits, and
I gently slid the silk over and around her
nipples, then pressed them into the softness
of her tits, rolling them around. "Let's go
into the bedroom," I said, with a voice that
had suddenly become hoarse.
We moved into
her bedroom, trailing the scarf on the floor behind us, and I lay
her down on the bed. I draped the scarf
across her tits and slowly pulled it off,
watching the silk rub across her nipples,
which now stood up like erasers on new
pencils. Then I knelt on the bed next
to her and began to run my lips across her body
lightly, touching all parts of her except
her nipples and her cunt. First my lips barely
touched her skin, then my tongue darted across
it, and finally, I took little nips of her
flesh between my lips. I ran my mouth
across her flat belly, licking and nipping as I
moved. My tongue delved into her navel
as my mouth continued searching. Whenever
I came near her nipples, she would try to
push them to my lips. For a while, I circled
around them, then I moved closer to them.
My tongue flicked across the edge of an
areola, which had become quite pebbled.
Then my finger. Closer to the nipple I
moved, darting in and then moving off.
Finally my tongue slid across a nipple, then
back, then around it. I took it in my
mouth and gently suckled it. Then off to the other
nipple to repeat the process, my hand replacing
my mouth on the first nipple.
Sue lay there
struggling to keep still against her obvious desire to pull off my
clothes and pull me on top of her. All
this time I had not touched her cunt. Now I
turned my attention to it. I lay between
her magnificent legs and licked the tops of the
insides of her thighs. My tongue ran
around the skin and through the hairs just outside
her outer labia. Then across those labia,
which were engorged and fat. Now I started
on the silky inner labia, which already glistened
with the juices of her cunt. Her clit
stood up and I flicked my tongue back and
forth over it as I slowly inserted first one
and then two fingers into her cunt.
I ran my fingers in and out, licking her clit all the
time, while her pelvis rocked from side to
side. As if beckoning, I ran my fingers
across the front lining of her cunt, massaging
that area. She pushed her cunt down on
my fingers and against my mouth. Her
arms were folded and pressed to the sides of
her tits, as if trying to hold herself in.
When her breathing got rapid, I disengaged
myself, stood up, and removed my clothes.
Crawling back
between her long legs, I placed the tip of my pulsing cock just
on the edge of her cunt lips and slid it back
and forth. She pushed her cunt up, trying
to capture my prick, but I teased her with
it. As her cunt rose, my prick retreated, as
she lowered her cunt, my prick advanced.
Each advance, however, moved my prick a
bit more into that soft, dark, silken chamber.
It moved in easily. She was open, juicy,
and ready. Pre-come was oozing from
the head of my cock. I could barely prevent
myself from plunging in all the way, but I
forced myself to continue my slow measured
advance up her cunt. Bit by bit, I was
moving into her, and as I advanced, she rotated
her pelvis to slide her cunt around my rigid
cock.
Both of us were
trying to hold out, but it couldn't last longer. Almost together,
we thrust our pelvises together, burying my
cock up to the hilt into her eager cunt.
Now the teasing was at an end. I abandoned
my leisurely approach and began
pumping my cock in and out of her. I
lowered my head to her breast and pulled on a
nipple with my lips. Her mouth openned.
She raked her nails across my back and I
drove my prick in faster and harder.
"Now," she screamed, "now, give it to me now!"
and I could feel the tremors race through
her body as she started to come. Shaking
over and over, screwing up her face, and almost
crying, she seemed to come forever.
My body tightened, from my asshole, through
my balls, and up my prick, and I grunted
aloud and came, spurting gob after gob of
semen up her clutching cunt. I pushed my
prick up as far as would go, held it like
than, spurted once more, and then collapsed on
top of her, finally rolling off and lying
beside her. She turned her head toward me and
weakly said, "I love the scarf."
Later, we sat
together on the bed drinking wine and talking. She admitted it
was occasionally possible to have a great
fuck without the element of danger, just as it
was possible to have a great meal without
spice. But she liked spice, and Tiger Ass
certainly provided it. He was always
fucking her in ways and places that offered
danger, at the least the danger of discovery.
"But, since he shows no shyness about
where you fuck, how can he feel any fear of
discovery?" I asked. "It's his way of
living on the edge," was Sue's response, "He
really does fear that his wife will find out,
but he does it in public anyway to heighten
that fear."
And so, throughout
the spring and summer, Tiger Ass led Sue, and Sue tried to
led me, into this world of thrills and fear.
He offered her bizarre thrills, I offered her
leisurely play. He gave her what I called
"surprise sex," with his penchant for sex in
public places, with the fear of crashing,
of discovery, of dying. I offered her "no-
surprise sex," beginning with candle-light
and wine, and ending up on clean sheets.
Sue flourished with both. I was her
drink of clear, sweet, sparkling spring water; Tiger
Ass was her drink of cloudy, green absinthe.
She eagerly gulped up both. She would
go off on some wild adventure with him, and
then leisurely provide me with all the
details. I was not jealous. Rather,
I found her tales to be tremendously exciting. As
she would relate her latest time with Tiger
Ass, my cock would grow and my blood
would pump, and by the time she was finished
with her story, she and I would be going
at it hot and heavy. The vicarious excitement
of her adventures with Tiger Ass only
added to our enjoyment.
That fall, we
had a beautiful indian summer - days that were clear and crisp,
with spectacular displays of colors from the
turning leaves. The air was redolent with
the smell of ripe apples. Sue wanted
to go to Adventureland, a nearby theme park with
a variety of scary rides. I have never
been a fan of rides; I felt there was enough
danger in life without paying for more.
"Yes," Sue said, "but with amusement rides,
you'll still be around after the danger ends,"
and insisted that we go. What finally
convinced me was the beauty of the day and
the promise of an incredible view of the
fall colors from the top of the ferris wheel.
Not surprisingly
on such a lovely day, when we got there, Adventureland was
mobbed. Every ride involved waiting
on line, but we took a couple of rides anyway
before we went to the ferris wheel, which
had the longest line of all. Although we
always waited until we got home before Sue
told me one of her Tiger Ass stories, she
was aching now to tell me of their latest
escapade. The long wait for the ferris wheel
was too much, she couldn't hold out any longer.
So as we stood patiently waiting our
turn, Sue told me of their wild trip to New
York.
Tiger Ass had
insisted when they were there that they ride the subway at least
once. Because of his love for Duke Ellington,
they had to "Take the A Train." Now,
the A train offers a very long ride, from
Rockaway to the Bronx, and if you take the
express train, as they did, there are long
stretches between stations where the subway
gathers speed and goes roaring through the
tunnel, vibrating and shaking the life out of
the passengers. Because Sue and Tiger
Ass had picked rush hour for their trip, there
were no seats. They found some standing
room in a corner at the front of their subway
car, Sue with her back to the corner, Tiger
Ass pressing against her, wedging her in.
As the train started up, Tiger Ass discovered
that he didn't need to hold on to anything
- the train was packed too tightly for him
to fall, despite the vibrations of the ride.
Therefore, it came as no surprise to Sue to
see his hairy hands disappear from view,
and to feel them groping her, her tits, her
ass, her crotch. Of course, she responded in
kind. She soon had both her hands buried
in his fly, kneading his rapidly hardening
prick.
Once Tiger Ass
had become used to the vibrations of the train, he pulled up the
front of her skirt between them, unsnapped
the crotch of her teddy, and began to rub
the base of her belly, her clit, and her labia.
Standing wedged in the corner, Tiger Ass
pressed hard against her, his fingers working
their way into her cunt, and his stiff cock
in her hands, Sue was all the while looking
over his shoulder at the disinterested crowd
of rush-hour passengers. She found herself
very wet. She spread her legs slightly to
allow him better access to her cunt, and pulled
his now rigid prick out of his pants. He
had to crouch slightly but, after a few mishaps
due to the shaking of the train, they
managed to get the head of his cock in between
her labia, where it could begin to slide
into her. Now she could slide her hands
under his shirt, around to his hairy back, and
pull him to her. He, in turn, had managed
to get both his hands around on her ass and
so could better position her on his prick.
Thus, looking
over his shoulder at the train full of people, she felt his prick
pump in and out of her, driven not only by
the tiger pouncing on his ass, but also by the
shaking of the roaring subway train, and the
lurching of the people around him.
Between stations the train would race up to
speed, the jolts and vibrations becoming
stronger, and their motion would follow suit.
His prick drove deep into her cunt,
pressing against first one side and then the
other, its base beating against her clit. His
hand clutched at her ass, sometimes almost
lifting her off her feet. She dug her nails
into his back. All the time, the people
around them stood obliviously, reading their
papers or staring off into space.
Then the train
would come into a station. Everything would slow down. Sue
would ease back to earth, and the two of them
would stand motionless as people
entered and left the train. The doors
would close, the passengers would have found the
places they would maintain until the next
stop, the train would begin to rumble down
the track as crowded as before, and Sue and
Tiger Ass would begin moving their
pelvises. By the time the train was
up to speed, they would be bucking and heaving as
much as their limited space allowed them.
The shaking of the train provided all the
additional motion they needed, or indeed all
that Sue could stand.
Sue had no idea
how many stations they went through like this, but finally, as
the train once more reached its top speed,
its roaring, screeching noise overwhelming
the grunting and moaning noises that Sue and
Tiger Ass were now making, she came.
The vibrations that shook her body were amplified
by those of the train. She no longer
noticed the crowd of people packed around
them. She could feel him straining against
her, thrusting over and over, and then he
jerked one last time, pulses running through
his prick as his balls shot their load up
into her. They held each other tightly as the
train continued to shake them, as if trying
to squeeze the last drops of come out of his
prick.
When the train
slowed for the next station, they disengaged and tried to
rearrange their clothes. After the train
had stopped, after they got off at the station,
Sue stopped and leaned against a post while
semen, mixed with her own juices,
dripped slowly down her thigh. She was
still trembling and shaking.
All the time
Sue had been telling me this, we had been inching forward on the
line for the ferris wheel. There was,
in her telling, an added level of stimulation for me
beyond the vicarious excitement of the story
itself. For, as she described this fuck in
the midst of a crowd of subway passengers,
we were in the midst of our own crowd of
would-be ferris-wheel passengers. The
fear that someone would overhear Sue's
passionate description of her escapade or
notice the bulge my now erect prick was
making in my pants both raised my adrenalin
level and seemed to place me in the midst
of the episode she was describing.
But there was
more to their New York trip. They had gone to the Metropolitan
Opera to see Bellini's "Norma." "It
was a last minute idea, and we had only been able
to get standing room tickets," Sue related.
"We found ourselves at the back of the
orchestra, me leaning against a chest-high,
softly upholstered half-wall behind the last
row of seats, and Tiger Ass behind me, pressing
against me. There were other
standees to our sides. We barely had
time to look around when the chandeliers began
to rise, the house darkened, and the overture
began.
"The first act
was wonderful. The singing was magnificent and the stage sets
were fantastic. Even the acting was
good. At intermission, we went to look at the
Chagall murals and then wandered up and down
the red-carpeted stairs. We returned
to our places in time for the second act.
"This time,
as the lights went off, Tiger Ass began to press his pelvis against
my ass. Soon I could feel his erect
prick rubbing me. He leaned slightly forward and
began to gently rub my tits through my dress.
Since I wore no bra, my nipples were
acutely sensitive to his fingertips brushing
across them. As the music swelled, so did
my nipples. I could feel I was getting
wet.
"Then I felt
him raising the back of my dress. His hands were on my ass,
gently massaging it in time with the music.
One hand slid down between my legs and
unsnapped my teddy, baring my cunt.
His fingers soon found my now quite wet labia,
and his fingertips brushed along them.
I gripped the half-wall in front of me tightly. A
moment or two later and his fingers had opened
the labia and were searching inside
them.
"He continued
sliding his fingers in and out of my cunt for a few minutes. Then
his hand left my cunt and the next thing I
felt was his hard, hot cock between my legs.
He slid it back and forth across my labia,
wetting it with the juices that now dripped
from me. I spread my legs slightly,
leaning forward toward the half-wall for better
support. Then, just at the start of
one of the most lovely duets in all of opera, he began
to slide his cock into me.
"The duet, 'Mira,
o Norma,' begins with a slow, exquisite melody. First the
mezzo sings it, then the soprano repeats it
with different words, then they sing it
together, each with her own words. Tiger
Ass was sliding his prick in and out of me in
time with the slow measures of the duet.
It made the singing a part of our fucking, as
if the singers and the orchestra were united
with our actions - it was an etherial screw.
The tiger on his ass was tamed, and its purring
was part of the music.
"Then, with
no orchestral accompaniment, the two sopranos sing a series of
rising notes in perfect fifths, rising higher
and higher. Tiger Ass timed his thrusts with
their notes, plunging deeper as they rose
higher. Finally, when they reached their apex,
it felt as if he had driven his cock all the
way into my very soul. The echos of those
high notes shivered through my body in complete
harmony with his strokes.
"The first part
of the duet completed, the two women move quickly into the
next part, which is more rapid and builds
up to a grand, roaring ending. Tiger Ass kept
with them, as if he was conducting the opera
with his prick. He drove it in and out
rapidly, keeping perfect timing with the music.
His hands returned to my nipples to
bring me to my peak along with the music.
The music soared, the orchestra soared,
and I soared. As the singers were reaching
for that last glorious note, so was I. Tiger
Ass's prick pulsed with his coming, and the
shivers of my orgasm ran through me
along with the echos of the final notes as
the scene ended.
"The music,
Tiger Ass, and I all faded together, and the audience roared it's
appreciation, clapping and shouting.
I had no difficulty imagining that it was our act,
rather than that of the singers, they were
applauding. This illusion was heightened
when one of our fellow standees whispered
`Bravissimi' into my ear, making sure that
I understood that his praises were for not
for the singers. The plural ending of the
Italian word told me he appreciated the acts
of both Tiger Ass and me.
"I don't believe
that I shall ever hear `Mira, o Norma' sung again without
coming," Sue concluded.
By this time,
we had finally made our way to the front of the line into our seats
on the ferris wheel. The compartments,
or cabs, held two people and their sides came
up high, almost to our heads, so we wouldn't
fall out. Once our compartment was
loaded, the ferris wheel turned just enough
so the next compartment could be loaded,
leaving our's swaying one notch up.
I was glad that
the compartment walls were high, because Sue's story had given
me a raging hard-on, a fact that she was clearly
aware of and delighted with. No
sooner had our compartment begun to rise than
her hand was on my cock. "We're
supposed to be looking at the fall colors,"
I said. "I'll show you colors," was her
response as she unzipped my pants.
Her story had
so aroused me that in the comparative privacy of our ferris wheel
compartment, I reached for her tits.
As usual, she wore no bra, so only the thin
material of her blouse separated my fingers
from those hardening nipples. As I moved
to get my hands under her blouse, Sue slipped
to the floor of the compartment, opened
my belt, and began pulling my pants down.
Our cab had
reached the top of the ferris wheel now and there was a sudden
jolt, causing it to rock back and forth even
more than our actions had. I looked out and
was greeted by a spectacular view of fall
colors and the sound of a bull horn. Someone
was yelling up to us that the wheel was stuck.
"There's no need to worry, we'll be
stuck for a little while but we'll get you
down safely as soon as we can. Just relax and
enjoy the view."
To hell with
the view, I thought. By now Sue had my pants around my ankles
and was pulling down my underpants.
I managed to pull her blouse over her head so I
could get at her pert nipples. My prick
stood up once she had freed it, the cool air
blowing by its red tip. But not for
long. She captured it in her mouth and began
licking. So, sitting on the seat with
my hands probing her tits, I tilted my head back to
enjoy the breeze as Sue's head rode up and
down on my cock. She sucked on my
prick, then released it and took one of my
balls in her mouth, running her tongue
around it. At the same time, she grasped
my prick in her fist and stroked it up and
down. Then she returned her mouth to
my cock, first licking the pre-come dripping
from its tip, then stuffing it into her mouth,
with her fist still wrapped around its base,
still stroking. With her other hand,
she grabbed my balls.
When she began
to pull on my balls, I slid down next to her and tried to
concentrate on removing her skirt and panties.
This was not easy in the cramped space
of the compartment floor with her mouth and
hand on my prick and her other hand
tugging on my balls. The result was
that our motions caused the compartment to rock
even more.
Finally I could
get at her cunt. My fingers dug wildly at her clit and deep into
her cunt. Her hips rocked back and forth,
from side to side, trying to impale her cunt
even more on my fingers, while she sucked,
licked, and stroked my now throbbing
cock. I pushed her on my back, freed
my cock from her mouth and hand, and climbed
between her legs. There was just enough
space for her to spread her legs to give full
access to her cunt. My prick slid between
her engorged, sopping labia and deep into
her. With my mouth devouring one nipple,
I began to pump away.
The pumping
got the cab rocking again, and the swaying motion only added to
the sense of our fucking high in the air,
as if our actions had caused the cab to rise off
the ground. Then, as we had our rhythm
going, the cab lurched forward. They had
unstuck the ferris wheel and were, one by
one, unloading the cabs ahead of us. Now it
became a race. Would we have time to
come and get dressed before our cab reached
the bottom and the attendant opened the door?
The realization of this race and of its
possible consequences set my pulse roaring.
There was a gnawing at the pit of my
stomach. The thrill produced by the
fear of discovery added to the excitement
generated by Sue's cunt clutching at my prick.
I pumped away,
raising and lowering my pelvis as my cock slid in and out of
the silken grasp of her cunt, and the cab
rocked more and more. As if to urge me on,
Sue grabbed my ass and slid a finger in my
asshole, thrusting it in an out in time with
my own thrusts. Faster and faster I
drove. Our cab was now about halfway down, but
we were almost there. Her mouth was
openned and her breath was coming rapidly.
Another few thrusts of my cock, another few
prods with her finger, and I could feel
myself start to come. It seemed to rise
in my toes, run up my legs, through her finger,
through my balls, and then up the length of
my prick, where it came spurting out into
her cunt. Her cunt, in turn, was grabbing
at my cock, pulsing around it at as
convulsions shook Sue's body. The cab
had been lowered another notch as we both
came loudly, me squeezing my ass tight as
if to force yet another spasm up my prick
while my ass tightened on her still-imbedded
finger.
We lay there
shaking as the cab lowered yet another notch. The, realizing we
were naked and only a notch or two from the
bottom, we quickly groped for our
clothes, putting them on as fast as we could.
We both dispensed with underwear,
which Sue tucked into her purse, and were
barely presentable when the cab reached the
bottom position and the door was opened.
"I hope you
weren't too shaken," said the attendant. "Just a bit," I replied
as we
hastily dismounted and left.
Sue called me
later that week. Calmly, almost dispassionately, she told me that
Tiger Ass was dead. He had been riding
his motorcycle and a truck had run a light.
He was thrown almost fifty feet and landed
on his neck, which snapped instantly. Sue
had only found out by chance, her eye catching
the obituary in the paper. She didn't
sound distraught, agitated, or even upset.
She just wanted me to go with her to the
funeral.
The day of the
funeral seemed to be the first day of real fall. During the night
a
cold front had swept through, the wind and
the rain it brought with it had torn most of
the leaves from the trees. What the
day before had been masses of trees with dense
coverings of autumnally colored leaves suddenly
became nests of bare winter
branches. What had been crisp, clear
weather became cold and rainy.
With a light
rain falling on us, Sue and I stood at the rear of the people who
were present for Tiger Ass's grave-side funeral
service. Dressed in black and veiled, a
woman I took to be his wife stood near the
minister. I stood slightly behind Sue, on
the uphill side so my head was even with hers,
and held an umbrella over us. We stood
there, clutching our raincoats about us, feeling
the damp chill getting through to our
skins, and almost oblivious to the words being
said over his casket.
They lowered
the casket into the grave. The only noise was the sound of the
token shovel of dirt being thrown into the
grave by his wife. The dirt made a hollow
thumping noise as it hit the casket.
Then, from far away on the highway, came the
distant roar of a motorcycle. I reached
forward and placed my hand on Sue's tight little
ass, grasping it lightly. Sue leaned
her head back on my shoulders and, for the first
time, I saw tears sliding down her cheek.