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Due to server posting size restrictions, I had to chop this story into two
parts and tried to send them consecutively, but then, as always, in the
usenet server world, stuff happens. If you like this story, tell me and
I'll post the 2nd chapter.
CHANCE ENCOUNTER
by
Karl Bruen
Yeah, that's just about how it happened. Paula and me had worked
together for about three years and had always flirted with each other in
a good humoured way. But toward the end, we started to feel a mutual
attraction for each other. We kept it discrete though, because we were
mature enough to realize that workshop romances inevitably led to problems.
Anyway, Paula left about six months ago for, what else, more money
and better conditions - the Holy Grail of wage slaves everywhere. I had
given her a call about a month after her departure, but by then she was
involved with some guy and the way she babbled about it, it seemed that
she would be out of the picture for quite a while. Nevertheless, I was
glad for her because poor Paula never seemed to have much luck in the
romance department due to her little problem.
Y'see, Paula was a nymphomaniac. Not the mythological creature
of locker room legends, but merely an attractive, healthy woman who just
happened to like sex - a lot! Yeah, good ole Paula was a horny little
devil. She actually used to confide in me whenever one of her
relationships broke up, which was often. They usually started out OK,
but then as Paula's carnal needs escalated, the guys usually bailed -
they were only mere mortal men, after all.
Little did either of us know that Paula's little problem was to
be resolved soon. She was destined to meet up with me - the solution to
her dilemma. I say this because I'm a satyromaniac - the male equivalent
to a nympho.
In all our confidential conversations I never revealed this to
her because the simple fact was that I didn't know it, then. I figured
I was just being a guy. I grew hair, smoked cigars, drank beer and
wanted to fuck just about anything in sight and if I couldn't, I jerked
off a lot - I figured it was normal. I've got a pretty strong sex drive
- the most I ever jerked off in one day was twenty three times. It just
felt so good that I couldn't and didn't want to stop.
Paula and me lived in small towns about ninety kilometers apart and
the particular town I was in hosted a yearly car show. It had been
doing so for about ten years and every year it got bigger and bigger.
This put the whole town in a very festive mood with all the hotels, bars
and restaurants gearing up for the extra tourists. It would last the
whole weekend starting Friday night which was 'Muscle Car Night' - my
favourite. Tributes to the past, the days of bias ply tires, AM radio,
cheap gas, and the roots of rock 'n roll.
I was rounding a line of cars when we literally bumped into each
other. As we stepped back to give the other shit, our mouths dropped
open as we recognized each other.
"George! How've you been? Where've you been? Why haven't you
called me? Did I do something wrong? Are you with someone? What are
you doing here? It's so good to see you,again. "
"Fine. Here, in town. I thought you were involved. No. No.
Looking at the cars. And it's really great to see you again. "
"Huh? "
"Answering your questions. Are you here alone? "
"No, actually I'm with someone. A guy I met at Karaoke on Tuesday
- he's kinda cute and he's really into cars and things like that, but
y'know, that spark just isn't there. I rode down with him and a few
other friends. I caught him and my girlfriend eyeballing each other, so
I don't think that there's really anything there. It's better that I
find out now rather than later, like I usually do."
Aw, Paula. I feel so much for you. Would it be too rude and
presumptuous of me to invite you to be my guest for this weekend? I
don't think that you've ever been to this particular Car Show before,
have you? "
"No, I haven't. And no, it won't be rude and presumptuous. I'd
kinda like to party with you this weekend. We never really got a chance
to tie one on together, did we? "
"No, we didn't. Well, there's no time like the present to make up
for all those lost opportunities. How do you want to do this? "
"How about we meet back here in a half an hour? I've got to find
my friends and tell them about my change in plans, OK? "
"OK, see you in a half hour."
We met again, right on time. Paula had told her friends and noticed
that her date and girlfriend were getting real chummy. They had actually
looked relieved when she told them of her plans. From there we
proceeded to a local hotel and partied until closing time.
Now, I had rented a motel room six months in advance since I knew
that I would be getting blitzed and didn't want the grief of getting
pinched while trying to drive home. Home was a three bedroom, two
storey house in the middle of a wooded, ten acre plot up on one of the
farthest concessions - real private. It's funny how certain things work
out.
Anyway, during the evening Paula and me got real chummy and close.
It seemed that all of our subdued passions bubbled to the surface and it
was like we had always been together. We staggered to my motel room and
once through the door we got real close. We kissed, embraced, groped,
petted and squeezed just inside the closed door and then I started to
take our clothes off.
Paula got into the routine and joined in the disrobing resulting
in a tangle of arms and legs. If it had been filmed, it would have
appeared pretty comical. But then, romantic gropings when viewed from
a distance usually are kind of funny.
Finally, we were both naked. I stood back and had a good look at
her, as she did with me. She was much better than I expected. I kind
of like my women on the more substantial side of skinny - not fat, mind
you, but with a bit of prescence about them. Rubenesque is the term
that aptly suits that taste. A chubby-chaser I am not. Her breast were
full and pendulous with large nipples - they didn't sag down to her
navel, but rather just kind of sat there on her chest and swung
beautifully. Her stomach flared out a bit, adding more to the feminine
pulchritude and then tapered into a flared set of hips. Those, in turn,
met at her nearly hairless crotch - her pussy hair was very wispy almost
to the point of being non-existant.
She looked at my equipment and cooed;
"Ooo, Georgie. How long have you been shaving down there? I love
it. I just *have* to fondle and stroke your parts."
"Oh, about ten years now. It started when I was married and the
wife and me were experimenting. I found that I liked it because it was
comfortable, easy to keep clean and it increased sensitivity during sex."
Paula was really getting into playing with my parts, a habit she was
to develop and one which I was to encourage. She started to stroke my
cock rapidly. She wanted to jerk me off as I leaned against the wall and
murmurmed encouragement. Her strokes started to quicken and her eyes
widened, her breath rapidly increased and a flush started to creep over
her breasts and chest area. Pretty soon, she was really whaling away at
my rigid rod and I was loving every second of it. Finally, I squirted
but Paula didn't stop and kept jerking my cock, using my juice as a
lubricant. The sensation was a bit unpleasant for about thirty seconds
but very soon my passion replaced it with lust. I definitely wanted to
squirt again and after about five minutes of frantic stroking, I blew
another load. Paula didn't stop at that but kept pulling at my tool with
everything that she was worth. She started to tug and play with my balls,
alternately sticking her finger up my ass, massaging my prostate. Soon,
I gushed out another load and with that, she stopped.
"Whooee, babe! Man, was that ever great! Let me rest a bit. Get
recharged, so to speak. Let's give my balls a chance to refill so that
we can do this again.
"I'd like to fuck your tits and then after about a two minute rest,
I'd like to fuck your pussy. How do you feel about anal?"
"Ooo, I just love anal. I can actually get off while I'm getting
plugged. I remember when I first got into it that it was a little
uncomfortable, but after I relaxed and learned more about it, it was
great. When I'm properly lubed up, I can go for hours. At home, I've
got quite the collection of dildos, ticklers, ben-wai balls and plugs and
when I go into my 'sessions' I go through my whole repetoire which can
last for like five or six hours. After that I feel soooo good and I love
feeling good. I think that I could do that the whole day, every day -
I'm so addicted to sex. Georgie, I hope that we can make this work out.
I hope that I don't wear you out and have you run away on me, too."
"Aw, babe. I won't be doing any running. If you can walk the walk
you talk, then I think that we'll be just fine. I guess I'm just a
typical guy in that I kinda like to have sex as often as possible,
wherever, whenever. The ex left me because she considered me over-sexed.
She said that there were more important things in Life than sex and
really exloded all over me when I asked what? Anyway, to make a short
story long, things started to degrade after that day - we just didn't see
eye to eye about more and more things as time progressed. Finally, we
agreed to part while we were still on amicable terms. And here I am,
ten years later, naked in front of you with my parts in your hands. I
kinda like it and wouldn't mind to make this sortta semi-permanent,
permanent. Waddya say, babe?"
"Aw, Georgie-honey, I'd really like for that to happen. I really
need someone to be with me all the time. I sooo need to be fucked a lot.
Like I said, I'm addicted to sex and that's one addiction that I don't
want to kick. And speaking about addiction, I'm starting to get wet
again, or maybe I should say wetter. I'm always wet and ready. C'mon,
honey. Let's get on over to the bed. I want to show you this position
that I saw in a porno movie and have been anxious to try out."
"Oh, really? Nothing too contortional, I hope."
"No, no. At least no more than usual. No legs behind the head
or anything like that although I would like to try that someday. It
looks like I could really get some good penetration that way ."
"Jeez, babe. I'll show you penetration. I'll penetrate you in so
many ways, so many times, you won't know which end is up. Actually, I
just thought of something that I think you'll really like. Let's do
your position first and then we'll try out my little idea, that is if
you'll feel up to it?"
"Oh, ho! That sounds like a challenge. Well, let me tell you
something, buster. It'll be you that ends up begging for mercy but you
won't find any from me. When I get into my super horny moods, I can't
stop. I'll fuck your brains out. I can make your dick hard and have
it stay that way even though you may not feel like it. Buster, your dick
belongs to me from now on and I can do anything I like with it."
"Oh, man I think I'm in Houri Heaven. Do with me what you will, oh
Mistress of Sexual Delights. Make my dick permanently hard. Let's see
if we can fuck eight or ten times a day."
"Eight or ten!? Lover, when I get through with you, we'll be doing
it fifteen to twenty times a day. The more my pussy gets fucked, the
more it wants to fuck. C'mon Georgie, fuck me good - all this talking
is making me sooo horny."
And with that we rolled onto the bed. The position that Paula
wanted to do was with her head and forearms on the floor while I bent
my dick down and entered her from above and behind. This position
caused my cock to jab directly onto her G-spot and I went at it like a
lunatic because the sensation was so great. It sort of prolonged the
sensations to my dickhead while greatly stimulating it at the same time.
It was an odd position and the only drawback was that we couldn't
maintain it for a long time because of the strain on Paula's forearms.
This only caused us to get more frantic for relief and we were banging
away at each other like pistons until we finally exploded in a mutual
orgasm. The timing was perfect! And I was still hard!
I started stroking again, this time in the good ole doggy fashion
style as Paula held onto the footboard. We really got into it and had
the whole bed just a-shakin' and a-jumpin'. I was really machine gunning
her dripping hole and my balls were flopping against her clit with a
gushy, slapping sound which turned me on even more. It must have turned
Paula too because the harder I slammed into her, the harder she rammed
back to meet my strokes. As I got more excited, I could feel my balls
start to tighten up. They just got tighter and tighter until I couldn't
hold it in anymore and blew another load into Pauls's delicious pussy.
We laid together like that, me on top of Paul's back, for about ten
minutes as we regained our breath. Slowly, I eased myself out of her and
started to play with her pussy and ass. I slowly started to stroke a
finger in and out of her butthole, playing with it, circling it, getting
it used to being invaded. I used the more than ample juice from her twat
as a lubricant and I could feel her getting used to the idea. Her
delightful, rosy-red started to slacken a bit and soon I was able to
stick another finger in. Soon, I had three fingers pistoning her nether
cavity and Paula was really starting to get into it. She started bucking
her ass into my hand and emitting little squeals of delight along with
words of encouragement to go faster and deeper.
I then started to ease myself under Paula until I was lying directly
beneath her. Paula was bucking and thrusting like a machine and I put
my other hand on her butt cheek, forcing her to slow down a bit. I
hoarsely asked Paula to suck my cock turning us into a full fludged
sixty-nine position when I withdrew my fingers and started licking and
sucking her drenched pussy and ass. We kept this up for about five
minutes until I shot another load down her throat which she eagerly drank
down without spilling a drop. Again, our climaxes coincided and the pace
slowed down to an idle while Paula continued to suck my cock bringing it
up to full hardness again.
For the next session, I got Paula to kneel on the floor with her
upper half resting on the bed. I wanted to use the mattress rail as a
handhold to really give her the benefit of full penetration. I
positioned my cock against the opening of her seething sphincter and
slowly pushed the head in. I started to rock back and forth getting my
prick in deeper with every push. Finally, I was totally immersed and
then I started plunging in earnest. The feeling was exquisite - so tight
and she was clenching with every thrust - it was driving me wild. I
grasped her ankles and crossed them in front of my chest and leaned on
them effectively trapping them. Grabbing the mattress rail, I started
thrusting with everything that I was worth as I scooted my feet beneath
me so that I was actually using my legs to drive into her. She was
impaled on my cock, her body literally hanging off of my dick, her knees
about six inches off of the floor. I was reduced to a grunting, primal,
sex-crazed lunatic who's only thought was to release the slowly growing
pressure in my groin. Because of our prior efforts, release was slow in
coming which was fine by me since I wanted this sensation to never end.
And judging from Paula's grunts, squeals and moans with the odd word of
encouragment thrown in, she was greatly enjoying the experience also.
Finally, I felt that familiar, but very welcome sensation of
reaching the point of no return as was Paula judging from her gibbering
grunts and moans. It's amazing that we seemed to be able to climax at
the same time - we were so much in sync with each other. When I finally
managed to blow my load, it felt as if it was coming up from the soles
of my feet, through my legs with the feeling that the head of my cock
blew off and disappeared into her bowels. Her knees were hanging over
a foot from the floor and the bed had been pushed over by about three
feet. I collapsed onto her back with a splat, so much sweat pouring out
of both of us - we were absolutely drenched.
We were gasping and wheezing as if we had both run a three minute
mile, which I guess relatively, the effort was pretty much the same.
Paula came to rest fully on my dick and her anus clamped tightly around
the base of my cock which caused it to remain hard - I couldn't believe
it! Our hair was completely soaked and there was an actual puddle on the
floor around us. The bedding was in a complete disarray, all balled up
with the sheets torn from the mattress and the mattress itself at about
a thirty degree angle with the box spring. As we sort of came to and
looked at the 'damage,' we looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Now, that was SEX!
"Oooo, Georgie - that was absolutley fantastic! I've cum before
from being butt-fucked, but never like that! It was sooo intense. Wow!
How can we ever top that?"
"I don't think we should look at it as a matter of topping it, but
rather as enjoying it in another aspect. Let's try to think of it as
experiencing the sex from a different view, a different sensation, and
just enjoying each other's company. Did you notice how we both were able
to cum at the same time? I don't know about you, but I've only been able
to achieve that rarely. I think that the experiences of mutual cuming
with you has been more than I've ever achieved in my whole Life. The
simultaneous orgasms just amplified the sensations - what do you think?"
"Oh yeah. Same here. I'd sometimes have to fake orgasms with a lot
of my former lovers because you guys have such fragile egos, right? But,
today I've cum a lot more intensely and enjoyably than I have ever before.
I think that this is a pretty good start, don't you?"
"Most definitely. And like I mentioned, the enjoyment of each
others company certainly enhances the whole realtionship. Geez, Paula.
I'm still hard and your sphincter muscles still have a pretty good clench
at the base of my cock. When I came, it felt like the head of my dick
blew off and shot off up into your bowels. And you know something else?
I'm getting horny again - wanna go again?"
"Mmmm, yeah. But this time, let's go at it slow 'n easy. Let's see
if we can slowly, teasingly build up to a different type of orgasm. This
last session lasted what, about fifteen, twenty minutes? Let's see if
we can make it last for an hour or so - I like it slow and sensual, too.
Fast and frantic is good, but the change of pace will just enhance that
experience. Don't you agree?"
"Oh, yeah. Do you still want continue with the butt-fuck, or do you
want to try something different?"
"No, let's continue with the butt-fucking. I don't feel that I've
been fucked up the ass properly until I've had three good orgasms in a
row and I haven't had a good butt-fuck in quite a few years, now. Sound
good?"
"Sounds great. Let's get at it. Can you feel how hard I still am?
And my balls have dropped down again so that means that they're nice 'n
loose 'n full of juice. And I do so love bouncing them off of your pussy
while I'm banging your ass."
"Oh jeez yeah. I just love feeling your balls bouncing off of me
while we screw. It's too bad that they have to tighten up and disappear
when you get ready to blow a load. There must be some way that we can
keep them dangling while we fuck. I heard that if we can keep the
scrotum stretched out, it can delay your cumming by almost twice. We're
really going to have to check that out. Say, is there a sex shop in
town?"
"No, we'd have to head into the City for that. The local
politicians won't allow anything like that in this town. They like to
keep the image of a wholesome, family type of environment to the 'outside
world.' Meanwhile, a good percentage of the town's citizens are retired
bikers, drug dealers, and a lot of folks whose income originated from a
questionable source. Nothing worse than reformed, hypocritical sinners
as politicians but the rest of the folks are generally OK once you get
to know them and vice-versa.
"Why, what did you have in mind that you'd want to go to a sex shop
for?"
"Oh, just something that I saw in a commercial on the Playboy
channel. It's a device called a ball stretcher and I think that you'd
probably like it. It's supposed to delay cumming and allow the wearer
to maintain a permanent hard on."
"Hmmm, sounds interesting. OK, after a few more fucks why don't we
get some sleep and go into the City tomorrow afternoon. But, in the
meantime, let's get on with gettin' it on . . . "
And with that I started to drive my cock into her rosy red and Paula
slammed her butt into me so as to get a maximum penetration. After about
fifteen minutes of frenzied banging, we exploded onto each other again.
But Paula was far from finished and kept rutting her ass against my cock
- she desperately wanted that third consecutive orgasm which she got
after about ten minutes.
This time, however, we didn't cum together. She had her third orgasm
and I was just starting to get warmed up. I desperately needed to blow a
load into her and proceeded to really drive into her. The juice from the
previous sessions and Paula's passioniate anal clenchings felt soooo good
on my dick that I turned into a lunatic and my whole consciousness was
focused into the head of my prick. All I could think about was getting
deeper and deeper with each thrust. Paula's back was curved obscenely
with the unbridled passion that she felt and she reached under and
grabbed my sac. She kneaded my balls into the bag and then tried to push
the whole package up into her sopping pussy as I frantically banged away
into her asshole. Soon, I was feeling that familiar tightening. It was
delicious in that it was being kept on edge by both the many ejaculations
that I had experienced already and by Paula's firm but gentle grasp and
tugging of my balls. The slow, agonizingly sweet build up of tension
was driving me nuts as I increased the pace and force of my thrusts.
Suddenly, I felt the surge of ball juice from deep within my crotch area
explode, burningly through the slit of the head of my prick and gush into
Paula's clenching bowels - they were sucking the juice, milking me,
draining me of every single, last drop.
If there's a death without really dying, than I had just experienced
it. Stars were swimming in front of my eyes and a feeling of great
lassitude swept over me. I felt Paula slipping off of me and then her
hand encircling my slippery dick. She stroked it for a while and then
I felt her shift her weight and slide her velvety smoothness over me and
snuggle up onto my chest. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and
promptly fell asleep.
con't in Pt.2