16 comments/ 45808 views/ 2 favorites Coupled By: catalina_francisco The steam rose softly around my body as I lay exhausted in the bath Master had prepared for me following my beating. The morning had been filled with more pain than I had ever endured, Master relentlessly increasing momentum with whip and crop, never breaking to allow me to catch my breath, never denying his pleasure in my pain. Throughout I prayed for him to stop, then caught myself praying just as fervently he wouldn't. Nothing could replace the delicious pain he delivered out of love, the ecstasy that encompassed my whole being, the knowledge he understood. By the time he had finished, I hung limp in my bonds, unable to do more than whimper softly and wait to be freed. Crossing to inspect my body, Master had caressed my welts and bruises, softly brushing some with his lips while pressing others with his fingers testing their depth, renewing their ache for both our pleasure. It was always this way after a session, Master would lovingly check his slave's body, delight in the marks that documented their pleasure, and tell me how much he cherished his slave,loved owning me. I lived for these moments knowing no other that brought such intimate closeness and bonding between Master and slave, such joy to fill our hearts and souls. Master left me hanging for sometime while he cleaned and put away his instruments of torture. Releasing me from my bonds he caught me in his strong arms as I fell exhausted, weak and unable to support my own weight. Scooping me up as if I were a wounded animal, he carried me to our bathroom where he had prepared the warm bath. Gently lowering my damaged body into the water, he bent to tenderly kiss my lips as the heat soothed my bruised and swollen flesh. As his hands began to stroke and wash me lovingly, the phone rang in the next room. Too sore to move, I lay where he left me as he went to answer it. I could hear the muffled murmuring of his voice as he spoke softly on the phone, it's familiar sound lulling me into a light slumber until his hands caressing between my legs awoke me. Looking up into his smiling face I was reminded all over again why I loved him so deeply, why I existed only to serve him. His fingers worked their magic until he whispered to me to cum and my body exploded in passion, my spirit soaring. Once my breathing returned to normal, I whispered the words I knew he waited to hear. "Thank you Master." Rinsing my body over one last time, he drew me up from the cooling water, and standing me on the floor dried me gently before leading me to our bedroom where he told me to lay face down on the bed. Lotion dripped on my back from the bottle he held suspended above me, the coolness of it sending shivers through my beaten body. Lovingly he massaged my back, my butt, legs and arms, rubbing the lotion in, softening my skin and soothing the pain. Rolling me onto my back he repeated the process on my front, his hands lingering a little longer over my breasts, now criss crossed with whip marks, though lighter than my back had borne. I lay motionless letting his touch soothe me, welcoming his love. Master rose from the bed to lean over me, his cock slipping between my lips, thrusting deep into my throat as he gripped both sides of my head. He fucked me harder as his passion mounted, the precum now flooding my mouth with each thrust of his hard shaft. I almost came when I tasted his cum on my tongue, filling me, making me swallow quickly so as to catch every drop. I licked him clean, tenderly caressing him until he withdrew, and pulling a blanket over me, told me to sleep. I drifted into a peaceful slumber marked by dreams of my Master and his perfection. I was awakened by his kisses and the delicious aroma of one of his favourite dishes cooking in the kitchen. "Time to wake my love. Thought I would cook for you to bring back your energy after this morning, you have earned a little spoiling. I loved our session this morning, loved the way you reacted, responded to me.....loved watching you sleep afterward so peaceful and relaxed with a smile on your face." 'Thank you Master....I loved it too...love you. Did I really have a smile on my face?" "Yes you did Catalina." "Mmmmmm....what can you expect Master. I have the ultimate Master who loves me as much as I love him." "Yes I do love you, now and forever. Now time to eat," Master replied as he stood to go serve our meal. I rose from the bed, my body still in pain but far less than when I had fallen to sleep after his massage. Following the beautiful aroma, naked as Master always expected, I found myself in the kitchen helping him serve our meal, then sat with him to taste it's perfection. "This is delicious Master......as always." We chatted and ate, enjoying each other. I could never get enough of Master's company, just talking, being together, and was fortunate he felt the same way. "Catalina, we have something on this afternoon but I don't want to share the details with you before hand. I realise it will not be easy for you, will be a challenge, possibly an ongoing one, but I want you to remember I love you and feel you can do this for me." My mind raced with the possibilities, but despite my apprehension, I knew from experience Master would not appreciate me questioning him. Once he made a decision like this, he felt I was challenging his control and questioning trust if I tried to glean some information from him no matter how afraid I were. "Yes Master. I trust you and know you would do nothing you thought would harm me. I will do my best to not disappoint you." "I know you will, as always, Catalina. Our love helps both of us through our challenges." Standing up from my chair, I gathered our dishes and took them to the kitchen where I began to clean up from the cooking, my mind working at what the afternoon could hold for me. Sometimes I had hints from Master's behaviour or discussions before such an event, but this time there was nothing I could think of which might give me a clue so as to prepare myself. I moved in a daze, my mind unable to stop thinking. I almost dropped the glass I was putting in the cupboard when the doorbell rang, disturbing my thoughts, renewing my fear. I didn't know whether to stay hiding in the kitchen, or go out to see if Master wanted me to answer the door....didn't know if I should run for the bedroom and put on some clothes, or stay naked. I was confused and nervous. "I'll get the door Catalina. When I come back I want you in the living room waiting." My heart leapt, my stomach knotting in fear, but I could not disobey my Master. I could never shame him that way. I walked quickly to the living room to await his return, trying to hide my fear as best I could. I felt my heart begin to race, my head spin a little, my breathing restricted as I heard voices coming closer, Master's footsteps unmistakenly walking toward the room. I stood obediently waiting, as usual my nakedness becoming painfully aware to me with the imminent arrival of Master's guests in the living room. I looked up as they entered the room. There were two people with him, one a tall woman I had met with him once before. She was clad from neck to toe in black latex which hugged every curve of her perfect, statuesque body. I remembered she was a Domme friend of Master's whom he had known for sometime. Behind her was a young man, as tall as she was, and naked. Naked as he was and on a leash, I could only presume he was the slave I had heard her speak of when last we met. "Catalina, you remember Kate.......and this is Ben." "Yes Master," I answered, trying to smile at Master's guests and hide my fear, knowing I was miserably unsuccessful. Master came to sit in a chair close to me, as Kate moved to sit in one opposite, unclipping her slave's leash before being seated. I knelt in submission at Master's feet, as did Ben at the feet of his Mistress. As Master and Kate spoke about mutual friends and recent events, I remained silent as was expected. From time to time Master's hand would rest on my shoulder or stroke my hair absent mindedly. I was comforted by his touch, and tried to forget my quandary but found it impossible. "Catalina, Kate and I have decided we want to try something which involves you and Ben today, which we hope will extend to other occasions as well." "Yes Master." "For reasons we won't go into, Kate is looking for a woman she can couple with her slave regularly. She mentioned her idea to me and I have offered you to become his mate when required. I know our rule is no-one regular, but this situation is a little different. Firstly Ben is a slave like yourself, the same status.....secondly it has other possibilities which we find appealing...and thirdly, we think it would be amusing to exercise our power over our slaves to such an extent we couple them on a regular basis, control them sexually more than ever before, play with them like mating animals." I was unable to fully comprehend what Master was telling me....how far he expected us to go....what he really meant by 'coupling'. I dreaded it no matter what he was wanting. I had been taken by other men, but that had been different, never something considered a regular arrangement, no emotion, and nothing like what I was sensing. "For today, we are going to allow you to begin your relationship as a slave couple by fucking here on the floor for us. Kate and I will help train you both to do it right by whipping you both as you fuck. For you Catalina this will be difficult as you have already had a severe beating today, but I want to whip you as you give yourself to him.........Now on the floor Catalina with your legs spread showing your wet cunt and tight arse so he has something to get excited over.....on your hands and knees instead of your back.....quick!!" I froze, unable to move at such cold and crude directions from my Master. I was terrified at what he asked and yet could not say what made it so different from the hundreds of men who had already used me with my Master's permission and encouragement. I didn't know how I could submit to his demands. I was afraid of the unkown...what it all meant. Grabbing my hair, Master dragged me physically to the middle of the room and pushed me to the floor, his body an expression of suppressed, controlled anger at my disobedience. This shamed me far more than any directions he had given me and I felt my face burn with my embarrassment. "Catalina, this is not negotiable. You will do this and now!! Get on your hands and knees and display what you have to offer, to all of us." "Ben!! Get over here with your fuck partner," Kate demanded, as she joined Master in the middle of the floor. Turning toward Master she laughed dryly, "You would think they would be more grateful we are giving them the opportunity to have some fun wouldn't you?" "Yes, but slaves can be like that I guess.....don't know when they are well off.....and forget they are here to serve our needs, regardless of their own." Ben crawled to the middle of the floor to kneel behind me. He looked as humiliated as I at what was expected of us. "Catalina, turn around for a moment and suck his cock until he is fully erect and ready to penetrate you." Not daring to upset Master more I complied by turning to face Ben. I looked toward Master waiting for him to supply me with a condom as he always did. "No condoms necessary Catalina. I have decided as you are going to fuck regularly, and I know Kate and Ben well, you will be allowed to forgo the usual precautions. After all, you are both slaves. I am hardly going to worry about him spilling his worthless seed into you." I was shocked by the way Master spoke. This was a rule Master had always been very strict about with other men who had used me. He was talking about Ben as he did me when having me play whore, a creature of no worth to anyone. Shakily, I lowered my mouth to Ben's cock and taking the head of his manhood between my lips, felt him begin to harden immediatly. Emotions raced through me, many so fast I could not define. I had not tasted another since I had committed to be Master's property, and it was not something I found easy or pleasant to do anymore. It was not long before he was fully erect and Master was dragging me from his cock and into position. "So the entertainment begins Kate and we see at last how good a couple our slaves make. Begin fucking you two!!" I felt Ben's cock enter my dripping cunt, as I silently cursed it's over enthusiastic response to all situations where I was humiliated and degraded. My thoughts were quickly dispelled as I felt the first lash of Master's whip across my already bruised back. Seconds after the whip landed on me wrenching a scream from my lips, I heard the sound of Kate's whip across Ben's back as he thrust inside me. "We are going to continue whipping you both as you fuck," I heard Kate say as her whip once again struck Ben's back, then Master's followed suit once again sending fire through my already welted and bruised flesh. How much could I endure of this pain on top of the humiliation? I was already close to tears, some from the pain, some humiliation, and some the hurt and bewilderment I felt. "Ben, you have well and truly wet your cock, I think it time you fucked her tight arsehole." "Yes Mistress," I heard Ben gasp as he withdrew and pushed his shaft into my tight tunnel. "They look good together don't you think? The perfect mated pair. I think your idea of having them publicly entertain as a couple, followed by select offers, is a good one." "Yes. I have had Catalina used before, but this is an added dimension I had not thought of previously. I think we could make something from them coupling after all," I heard Master comment in return. "The possibilities are endless I think." Ben was thrusting deep inside my arse, the whips once again landing across our backs, keeping the tempo of his fucking timed to the whiplash. I could feel his excitement mounting but knew as a slave, he would not be permitted to cum without his Mistress' blessing. For myself, I could not imagine cumming, and knew my Master would never allow it. Kate's voice broke into my thoughts. "Cum Ben....over her back and arse to ease her pain." I felt his cum splash across my skin, some escaping to dribble down my sides. I felt a mixture of emotions as Ben drew back and I remained in position awaiting Master's permission to rise, and his directions as to what he expected next. "Reach around and rub his cum into your skin Catalina, then kneel at my feet and thank me for my generosity...and my once again finding a new challenge for you." Rubbing the cum into my back and sides as best I could, I rose and crossed to kneel at Master's feet, hoping my submissiveness would touch him and make him decide to drop any future plans for myself and Ben. "Thank you Master. I welcome your challenges always and seek to serve you to the best of my ability." "Yes you do Catalina. You are a good slave, wife, lover, and whore. I am pleased you will now become Ben's lover also, though not on the same level as with your Master. I know it will lead to many humiliating moments for you, increasing your shame. People who know us will see you mated publicly with Ben, and will be informed you are a slave couple, that you now submit to him sexually when directed or allowed, that you share a bond. You will be degraded even more than before, and though you are both slaves, you are also Ben's sexual plaything making you appear in the eyes of many beneath even him or any other slave. You will be lower than you ever experienced before, a whore to be used by free man and slave alike." I cringed inwardly in shame at the realisation of what he planned for me, wanting to run and hide myself, cover my nakedness, become invisible. I felt everyone's eyes were burning into me, seeing the wanton whore I was inside, knowing the battle I was fighting inside myself to accept who I was, witnessing the wetness that even now began to flow from between my legs at my Master's words and his plans to humiliate and have me used more than ever before, and for all time. Kate's seductive voice broke the silence. "I think we should sit and relax with a coffee while our slaves get to know each other better." "Coffee sounds good, but I'm not sure what you want from our slaves." "I think it important they have some time to explore each other sexually, under our watchful eyes of course. I think it would be amusing if they were to make out in front of us, explore each other and fuck, without any direction from us. Of course it would be even better if they explored and fucked until given permission to stop, any rest time taken bringing on a severe punishment from us." "That might work Kate. Certainly worth a try..amusing if nothing else. Okay, both of you begin exploring and I will go pour some coffee for Kate and I." I could not come to terms with how Master was using me as a pawn in a game for his and Kate's entertainment. I felt like a performing circus animal...no feelings, no empathy, no consideration for my turmoil. I turned as I felt Ben pull me to the floor and begin caressing me, fondling my breasts, then teasing my clit with his fingers, working to elicit a response from me to him. Inside, all I wanted to do was cry, as it was my Master I wanted to touch me this way. It was not something I was used to accepting on this level from a stranger, nor in front of an audience....especially my Master, my beloved husband and Master. It was far different from being used as a whore. That was difficult, but this was harder, being expected to share an intimacy usually reserved for private times with the one you loved. Ben took my hand and placed it on his cock, silently telling me I needed to caress him. I felt him begin to grow at my touch, just as Master re-entered the room with coffee, handing one to Kate as he sat down to observe. I turned toward Ben hoping the angle of my body would hide my being touched and opened, but realised it only exposed me more. I knew if I continued feeling this way I would fail and bring punishment upon us both. To earn my own punishment was one thing, but I could not be responsible for another's. Taking a deep breath I prepared to face the challenge and perform to the best of my ability to save us both, at least for now. Ben was surprised when I slid down to take his cock in my mouth, massaging his balls, caressing his butt. His hands held my head as I put in my best effort under the circumstances, my butt raised in the air, cunt open and dripping for Master's eyes, perhaps a sign of defiance, a message to him I would not allow him to give me a challenge I couldn't meet, nor bring shame upon him. My mouth opened to take Ben's cock deeper, feeling him slip down my throat, his precum beginning to flow. Gripping my shoulders he pushed me back, and lifting my legs high, plunged his cock deep into my pussy, hot and wet. I was not quite prepared for this move and once again found myself struggling with the view my Master was getting, and the thoughts I pondered might be going through his head. Ben continued to thrust deep into me, his hands sometimes caressing my breasts, kneading their fullness, flicking my nipples. I felt the whore Master had said I was, submitting to a slave, becoming his lover under the gaze of Master and Mistress, and obviously in time to come, others. For the moment I pretended I no longer cared what happened to me, as long as Master still loved and wanted me forever. I automatically fucked Ben back, using my cunt to pleasure him, playing the slut I had become under Master's guidance. If this were to be my role, I would have to make sure I made Master proud of me. Cum flooded my pussy, warm and thick spilling into my softness. As he withdrew, he leant over my face for me to clean him of all fluids. My tongue licked at him, not missing any of the sweet combination of my honey and his cum, suppressing the urge to spit it out. I saw Master rise and come to stand close by. Coupled "That's enough for now. You can both stop.....I have something else I want to do." Master walked over to Kate as she rose from her seat, speaking in a low voice to her. I was unable to hear what they discussed, but could see Kate smile her appreciation. Master came back to where we remained on the floor. "Stand up and hold out your wrists." We both stood, Ben's cum dribbling down my legs, my face blushing with embarrassment. As I held out my wrists, Master fastened cuffs around them, while Kate did the same with Ben. Directing us to stand back to back, our wrists were joined to each other by means of the cuffs then suspended from a hook above, a rope tied around both our necks joining us close together. Master then knelt and tied our ankles to each other, spreading our legs with a spreader bar. It was impossible for us to move, any movement of our upper bodies tightening the rope on our necks, beginning to cut our air supply. I tried not to panic as Master checked everything was secure and inescapable. "We think it important we whip you both after every encounter you have together. For a difference, and also to keep in with Kate and I sharing, Kate will whip you Catalina, while I will whip Ben. This will take place after each coupling, and you will automatically mate each time Kate or I visit each other's home, performing in front of us and whoever else is present. There will also be other times we will share you between us. Ben will sometimes come here to do some yard work, while Catalina, I will send you to Kate on occasion to serve her in whatever way she wishes. At those times I expect you to give her the obedience you give me." I was shocked at the extent Master was willing to release me to another, and more than a little scared. I had never been whipped by anyone but Master, and had always feared a woman doing this, more than a man. Master knew of my fears and yet obviously trusted Kate enough to permit her to hurt his slave. There was no more time to contemplate the dynamics of the new relationships, and possible complications and challenges, as I felt the first lash of Kate's whip across my breast. I gasped in pain as she again whipped me with as much force as Master ever had. I could hear him whipping Ben, and feel the pull of the rope on my throat as we both involuntarily moved with each lash of the whips. Already I knew my throat would carry bruises from the bonds. Kate whipped me almost without a chance to catch breath, landing each blow with precision across breast, belly, cunt, and legs. I lost all idea of how much time passed as my body exploded with pain, becoming a fiery mass with no direct points of pain, just an overall throbbing heat. Just as I thought I could take no more, the whipping stopped. I was barely conscious of what was happening as our bonds were undone, and I felt my Master's arms around me, his lips on mine teasingly before he whispered in my ear how proud he was of me, how he looked forward to even more intense and challenging moments than these in the future. Laying me on the couch he massaged cooling lotion into my bruised body, his hands healing the pain as they caressed. Even in my pain, and my still bewildered and apprehensive state, my Master's hands on my body aroused me as always, making me crave him inside me, his cum in my mouth. Covering me with a light blanket, at his direction I drifted into a dreamlike slumber as he led our guests to the front door, the murmur of voices sounding as if they came from far away. I felt overwhelmed by the love I had for my Master, the only man I would ever love and serve. I was proud and grateful to be owned by him. Coupled Oscillators It's four in the afternoon and I have a hard-on for Maisie. She won't be home from work for another hour and a half at least. Damn. Maisie, my former manager at Blinko's Copies. Maisie, who became my best friend. Maisie, a short, heavy, buxom grandmother of three; grey-haired and apple-cheeked. My Frumpy Dumpling, Maisie Havlicek, whom I have fallen in love with. What is Maisie's daughter going to say when she finds out her mother's shacked up with a twenty-seven-year-old grad student?! My own parents, well, they'll find it weird -- hell, *I* find it weird -- but I don't think they'll go postal or anything. My sister Eva came out as lesbian a few years ago, and they took that in stride. Welcomed Denise into the family, then Kareesha, then ... what is Eva's current girlfriend's name? But Maisie's daughter's family is another matter. Her son got them involved in some fundamentalist Christian group, so not much chance of an open-minded reception from that quarter. Good thing they live out in California, safely removed from us here in Chicago by most of a continent. Well, that's not quite fair: I know Maisie really misses seeing her grandchildren grow up. Anyhow, they won't be back east to visit Grandma till Christmas. Gulp ... that's only a month and a half away. I try to refocus on the book I'm reading, about number theory. Korematsu's Theorem leads to Roeloff's Conjecture. Which could possibly be extended to the problem I'm working on -- or so my adviser, suggests. Except it would have to be mapped into Garber Space. See Wang & Jordan 1998. I find the Wang & Jordan article on the internet, skim it over, look at the references. Can you do that? Does it even make sense to think about coupled oscillators in Garber Space? I sketch some preliminary steps of a proof. What if you convolve them? No, it won't work. Garber Space and this problem is apples and oranges. Damn. I'm going to have to delve back into the literature on Klein Bottles and Moebius geometry. I put the book down, rub my eyes, shuffle into the kitchen and nuke myself a cup of this morning's coffee. I've been struggling with this problem for over a month. Exploring various approaches, reading through scores of articles, without making headway. This is starting to wear down my confidence: am I ever going to finish this fucking dissertation? Maisie. It's almost five now. I need Maisie. Thinking about her now, the softness of her ample, well-aged body, the playfulness and vulnerability in her voice, the frank lust in her eyes when she takes my hard cock inside her and bounces on it, her face crinkled and flushed with pleasure. I've got a raging erection again. OK, this is a bit embarrassing, but ... I rummage in the clothes hamper for the panties she was wearing yesterday. Aha, got 'em. Pale lavender, incongruously large. I hold the crotch gusset to my face and inhale. A hit of pure Maisie. A very palpable hit. Slightly acrid, yes, but her pheremones have some kind of pre-arranged high-speed path to the pleasure centers of my brain. Funny, last night I was actually mad at these panties. Maisie came in from the bathroom in them, and I was peeved she wasn't already naked. They were in my way. I pulled them off her hips roughly as she got into bed, rolling her onto her tummy so I could fondle, kiss and nuzzle at her enormous, quivering, pillowy ass. Our favorite warm-up exercise. Backstory: Maisie is my first and only girlfriend. Bizarre to be calling a sixty-three-year-old lady 'girlfriend'. But maybe not so bizarre that I was a virgin before her. In high school and college, I was a scrawny ultra-geek. I could spin out mathematical proofs with confidence and elegance. But in interpersonal relations, I radiated nebbishkeit. Girls stayed away, as they say, in droves. Of course, when Maisie and I first got to know each other, at Blinko's (a summer job for me), neither of us thought of the other that way, not as a remote possibility. During slow times at the shop, we'd sit together in the back, talking about whatever. We were both used to loneliness, in our own ways; consequently, we were amazed and delighted to find someone else with whom we could talk so easily. It started with her telling me about her oldest grandson, Paul. His father was pressuring him to join up for Iraq, and Maisie was frantically trying, by long-distance phone calls and emails, to dissuade him -- thank God, successfully. When I explained my PhD research to her, she was able to follow, not every detail, but the gist of it anyway. I turned her on to Terry Pratchett novels: she loves the clever humor of them. Later, she opened up to me about her divorce: fifteen years previous, but the wound was still raw. Her ex-husband died in a drunken car accident ten years ago. On her birthday, I brought in a little cake (store-bought, I'm afraid) with a candle. She said what she'd really love for a birthday treat would be to cook a big, traditional Czech dinner again: she had no one to cook for these days -- would I like to come over and have dinner with her? That was our first date: stuffed cabbage and knedliky (bread dumplings) chez Maisie, with home-made strudel for dessert. It reminded me of the Jewish food my own Bubbe used to cook on holidays. Maisie often complained of arthritis in her feet; and so, sitting together on her couch after dinner, sipping schnapps, listening to Dvořak, feeling happier, more comfortable with another human being than I could remember, it seemed completely natural for me to take her feet in my lap and give her a foot massage. She closed her eyes and cooed appreciatively. Walking home afterwards, thinking about the feel of Maisie's naked feet in my hands, remembering the look of pleasure in her face, her very-womanly-but-not-at-all-grandmotherly-sounding giggles and sighs, I realized I was sporting a serious hard-on. And I looked forward more than I could explain to seeing her again at work the next morning. Parenthetical remarks: Maisie isn't what you'd call pretty. Her face is just sort of ... ordinary. Round and rosy-complexioned, with owlish bifocals. She looks her age. She's -- I could say full-figured, but no point in euphemisms -- she's fat: large breasts, big soft belly, immense hips and thighs. She dresses frumpy: shapeless, dull-colored things that call no attention to her body. She wears her gray hair in a shortish, old lady cut. Somehow, all this makes it even more miraculous and precious: underneath it all, MAISIE IS HOTTER THAN A TWO-DOLLAR PISTOL! And EVERYTHING about her turns me on. Not that I knew that yet, after our first date. Nor did she. (Her ex-husband never had an inkling.) We discovered it together: this wonderful, incredibly vital *sexiness* at the core of her being. And I suppose Maisie has awakened something vital in me too. She's awakened something in me all right. My cock is, at the moment, flat up against my belly, poking uncomfortably out of the waistband of my underpants, like a submarine periscope, looking for Maisie. I'm not going to be able to get my mind back on research today. Better clear my books off the table and take a shower before she gets home. Back to the backstory: I brought Maisie a rose the next day, to thank her for the dinner, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek. 'My Sweetpea,' she murmured as she turned away. Our workplace friendship, nice though it had been, shifted subtly into something ... nicer. Sitting in the back during our coffee break, I hesitantly took her hand in mine, just for a moment, just an affectionate touch to show I enjoyed her company. I was unprepared for the jolt of joy I felt, holding her hand. Her eyes searched mine with unspoken questions: Are you for real? Where's this going? I won't say there weren't trepidations, on both our parts. The situation we were getting into was patently farcical, Harold and Maude redux. Could I really bring myself to ... to love her ... that way, a woman of sixty-three? Was she prepared to cast aside all respectability, to risk the outrage of family and society, to cross that sexual boundary with me? Hell yes! She invited me over for dinner again a few nights later. After dinner we worked on a jigsaw puzzle (I hadn't done one since I was a kid, I used to love them). It was a picture of Niagara Falls, lots of blue and white. Maisie had a knack for finding the edge pieces. I massaged her feet while we puzzled. Her thighs shifted apart slightly; her delicate, womanly scent imprinted forever on my brain. Later, as I got ready to leave, she gave me a goodbye hug. The softness of her body was a revelation to me. I could get lost in that vast softness. I could go *crazy* in that softness. I pulled away, reluctantly, embarrassed, knowing she could feel my hard-on against her belly, afraid I might blow my load right then and there in my pants. 'G'night Sweetpea,' she said. 'G'night Dumpling,' I replied. The next night, our good-night hug turned into a kiss: a full-on, mouth-to-mouth kiss that left us both panting. I didn't go home that night. We we went to bed together -- I in my underwear, she in her nightgown. We didn't have sex. The concept was too new, too weird, too wonderful to just stumble into like that. Maisie's nightgown, however, was a flimsy, low-cut, summery thing, and I was on sensory overload with her heavy, drooping breasts right in front of me. I couldn't resist lifting them out, marvelling at them, sucking on them hungrily. Well, we didn't have sex per se, in the Clintonesque sense of the word, but she did show a lot of interest in the tent pole inside my underpants; and when she reached inside to stroke it, I immediately came in her hand. She giggled naughtily. Good thing she brought me off, otherwise I'd have stayed too excited to get any sleep at all. The night after that, we made love. And every night since. Today: I've just stepped out of the shower when Maisie comes home. She's in a bad mood: I can hear it in the way she closes the front door and takes off her shoes. 'Adam?' she yells out. 'I thought you said you were gonna rake up the leaves today.' Damn, I forgot. 'Sorry, I'll do it right now.' I come out of the bathroom in my towel. 'Not dressed like that, I hope,' she giggles, eying me. The tension lifts. 'I don't want you advertising that young bod to my neighbors.' 'Dumpling, nobody says "bod" anymore.' 'No?' She wraps her arms around me and we kiss. 'Well I don't care -- you have got a hot young bod,' her hands grope my buttocks assertively, '... and there's no other word for it.' 'Maybe you'd like a foot massage before I do the yard ...' 'Sweetpea, right now I need an all-over massage.' She pulls away the towel. 'Even better.' On the way into the bedroom, I unzip her skirt as she unbuttons her blouse. I unclasp her bra and she shrugs it off as my hands lift and squeeze her pendulous, blue-veined, alabaster breasts, her nipples stiffening between my fingers. Pleased by my excitement, she rubs back against my hard cock with her huge, soft, panty-clad ass. I nuzzle the wrinkles of her neck as she takes off her glasses. She smells good. This is what I've been wanting all afternoon. 'Rough day, Dumpling?' 'God, don't get me started. The Halstead Electronics fliers came out wrong -- huge run, Janet had to do 'em all over. And that kid Ian,' she pulls off her panties, drops them to her ankles, '... acts like he knows more about the machines than I do.' 'He probably does, you know.' My cock nestles in the deep, warm valley between her ass cheeks. I don't remind her that 'that kid Ian' is older than me. 'Well, he doesn't have to be so snide about it.' She pulls back the covers and we get into bed. 'Speaking of snide, listen to you, Maisie Havlicek ... grousing about Janet, grousing about Ian, grousing at me because of the raking.' 'You're right,' she sighs, rolling over. 'I'm getting an attitude. You'd better spank me.' I give her a few playful whacks to warm her bottom up. My handprints show up pink on her jiggling, cellulite-dimpled ass-flesh. My Dumpling. I cup her immense cheeks, palm them, squish them, knead them, and she squeals and coos excitedly. A few more smacks with the other hand. I can't wait any longer: I'm beyond horny now. Frantic with lust, I climb behind her, pulling her cheeks apart, nuzzling my face down into her deeeeeeeeep ass crack, down in the depths where the sun don't shine, licking, kissing, sucking, nipping at the little flower of her anus, while my fingers dip into her nectary, fragrant snatch, then begin stroking her labia and clitoris. She starts to come, her anus suddenly opens to my tongue and it surges inside, probing her deeply, deep as it can reach, curling around and fluttering inside her sphincter, rooting in her bowels. I need this, I need her around my tongue: I wish I could fit my whole head in there, climb up inside her and give her anal orgasms 24-7. She's spasming beneath me, quivering and trembling, huffing and squealing like a stuck pig as a second orgasm washes over her. Then it hits me. We're a coupled oscillatory system. Maisie's anus is like a Klein Bottle for me, ageless, timeless, a circle of singularities existing inside itself, without boundary, drawing me into herself in Garber Space. Trembling with excitement (sexual? intellectual? both), I kneel, pulling Maisie's hips back up against my loins, and I slide my throbbing cock into her warm, wet vagina. She grunts eagerly. I stay buried in her, savoring the feel of her pubic hair tickling my balls. My hand is still wet with her delectable juice, and I lick it from my fingers. 'For God sakes, Sweetpea. Give it to me.' 'Sorry, I just got an idea for my dissertation. It has to do with Moebius geometry --' 'Jesus! If you don't start fucking, I will.' And she does, thrusting back at me with her huge bread-dumpling Czech-American grandma ass, doing a big, lazy, figure-eight movement with it, the infinity symbol. And soon we're both locked into another coupled oscillatory system that's bigger than both of us. Basic mammalian instincts take over. Grasping her wide-flaring hips, thrusting steadily, I'm able to keep going for quite a while, taking her through several more orgasms. Maybe Maisie's elderly vagina is a bit loose: I don't know, I've never had anything to compare it to. I'm not complaining, though; neither is she: we both enjoy these long, hard fuckings, even if they sometimes leave her a bit bow-legged afterwards. (As she says, 'At my age I get aches and pains anyway: I might as well get 'em the fun way.') Her whole body ripples violently now, from ass to shoulders, as I pound into her: an all-over massage, just like she wanted. Her tits and belly are flopping around beneath her as we fuck; I reach under and grab those udders and squeeze, while kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck. The pleasure intensifies. 'Maisie, I love you. God, I love you.' 'Yes, oh yes, Sweetpea.' 'I'm coming, Dumpling, I'm coming in you. You too! Come again for me, Dumpling.' 'Oh yeah, oh yeah ... me too ... here I come ... aaiiiiiiinnnhhhhhhhHHHHH.' An oscillating Klein Bottle. The outlines of the proof are there in my head. 'Eureka!' I gasp, as I spurt my pent-up seed right into her postmenopausal womb. OK, I don't actually say 'Eureka!': I comes out more like 'Uhhnnnnngggggghhhh!' Later, after I've raked the leaves up and we've had dinner, Maisie sits back on the living room couch, opening her hefty, friction-darkened inner thighs to me as I kneel before her. Tenderly, slowly, I lick her fleshy, well-beloved (and slightly sore) vulva, finally getting my fill of the taste and smell of her, bathing my face in her nectar, worshipping her lovely clit, as I explain to her my latest mathematical insight. Towards the end of the lecture, though, I suspect she's not giving my words her undivided attention: her thighs are clamped around my head and she's coming in my mouth. A week later: I'm in Sergei's office -- that's Dr. Ostrovsky, my adviser -- showing him my proof. 'Hmm, back to Klein Bottle, I see.' 'Yeah, but you were right about the Garber Space idea. See --' I point to the relevant section. He says nothing for a while, his black bushy eyebrows dancing as he reads over my work. 'My God. Yes. Yes. Hang on, we must show to Raghavendra.' Soon, half the Math Department is crowded into Sergei's office, as I talk them through the proof. At last, Sergei breaks out a fifth of vodka and some paper cups and pours out shots. 'Adam, my God, how you are getting idea of Klein Bottle as coupled oscillatory system?' 'It just sort of ... came ... to me,' I shrug. 'Well, anyway, is major result.' He slaps my back. 'I think we can schedule your defense now, yes?' The other committee members murmur agreement. Happy ending: When her daughter's family came for Christmas, Maisie presented me as her basement tenant. She was not ready to drop our bombshell on them yet, particularly with her son still sore at her. I wasn't particularly happy at being banished from the family circle. On the other hand, I was a bit relieved that I didn't have to become a grandfather just yet. The grandkids were polite but didn't show much interest in me (why should they?). The son-in-law is, I'm afraid, a complete schmuck: I kept well clear of him. Maisie's daughter is quite nice, though. Towards the end of the visit, she told me that I seemed to be a great help to her mother, 'a good friend as well as a tenant.' And to Maisie she said: 'Mama, I've never seen you this happy before. You're looking terrific: I can't get over it. That hormone treatment you're on now must really be something.' If she only knew. Well, we're going to tell them this summer. We'll have to: we're getting married. Big tax advantage, particularly with me starting to earn a real income. Maisie can retire from Blinko's now and take it easy. My own family got beyond the Adam-you're-joking-right? stage pretty quickly. The are-you-both-out-of-your-fucking-minds? stage lasted a while longer. But by Passover, Maisie was invited to our family Seder. It helped that they had reason to be proud of me: I had finished my PhD and landed a tenure-track academic job, right here in sweet home Chicago. 'And I could never have done it,' I pointed out, 'without Maisie.' Without going into details, of course.