0 comments/ 7179 views/ 1 favorites Mirabe By: mirabe At dusk, he begins to prepare me for what lies ahead of us tonight. He bathes me first. I kneel in the steamy, lavender-scented bath water, facing him. He smoothes liquid soap over my body, into every hollow and over every curve, relaxing me completely, making my skin glow. He tells me to lie back so he can coat my pussy with soft white shaving cream, then delicately shaves me so I am completely bare. He smiles seeing my clit swell from the contact, but does not touch me there--not yet. I have to wait for release tonight. He runs his hands up and down my legs. They are already silky and smooth. He tells me to turn over, get on my hands and knees, and he gently shaves the soft back folds of my pussy lips, and up toward and around my asshole. He squeezes lavender bath gel onto his hands and runs them over my butt cheeks, working it into a lather. Then he gently pushes his foam-coated thumb into my asshole. He moves it in and out, making sure that I'm clean, opening me wide. After my bath, I sit on the edge of our bed. He brushes my hair with a wooden-backed hairbrush, the same one he uses to spank me. He brushes in long, slow strokes, making the silver-blond strands shine. My hair feels soft against my bare shoulders. He tells me to lie on my back and sprays my warm, naked body with vanilla-scented perfume. He mists the damp undersides of my heavy breasts, and the soft skin of my inner thighs. He pulls me to a standing position and begins to dress me in the clothes he has chosen. First my sheer black open-tip bra, the one that almost completely exposes my breasts, pushing them upward and making my nipples protrude. He leans down and draws my large, already-erect nipples into his mouth and gently bites and sucks them until they are almost incredibly engorged, distended. Then he gently attaches a tiny silver tweezer clamp to each nipple, making me gasp with pleasure. There is a delicate silver chain connecting the two clamps, stretching between my breasts. It doesn't hurt, just makes me instantly, completely aware of my breasts. I instinctively arch my back. My breasts feel beautiful, my nipples like precious jewels. He slips my transparent black shirt, the one with the scarlet stitching, over my head. It is far too tight, and my breasts push out provocatively against the thin material. My nipples, stimulated by the clamps, seem to threaten to pierce through the fabric. Every time I move, my breasts shift heavily. The silver chain glitters under the black mesh. Now my butterfly thong. I am already so wet that before he pulls the gorgeous black and turquoise panties up to my ass, he stops to blot my soaking pussy with a black silk scarf. The material is cool and exquisitely soft. He slowly drags it between my legs and then up to my mouth, letting me breathe in my own hot smell of jasmine and vanilla and sandalwood. The cool, damp silk caresses my cheek. I lick it with the very tip of my tongue, tasting my own bitter-sweetness. He winds the scarf around my neck, then pulls the panties up over my ass and hips. He takes a long time to position the straps perfectly, the horizontal one across the small of my back, the vertical one straight and tight and deep in the crack of my ass. He gently parts the split crotch of the panties to expose the rose-pink of my pussy lips. They look like the petals of a rain-glazed flower. The skirt he has chosen is also black. It's a straight skirt, tight, made of a stretchy, clingy fabric. He has shortened it so that instead of reaching just below my knees, as it used to, it barely grazes the tops of my thighs. The skirt is so tight over my rounded ass that the straps of the thong are visible. The high black heels that he slips onto my feet make my legs feel longer, sexier and stronger. They make me arch my back, pushing my ass outward to mirror and balance my jutting breasts. He unwinds the silk scarf from my neck and uses it, still rich with the smell of my hot, wet pussy, to blindfold me. He tells me that we are going somewhere that I've never been, but that I should not be nervous or afraid, he has arranged everything. He tells me that there is someone waiting there for me, someone he has chosen for what she will do to me--for what she wants to do to me. Someone who will answer all the demands of my imagination. He asks me if I trust him. He kisses me when I nod. He supports me as we walk outside into the balmy night. His arm is warm and strong around my waist. I might as well be blind, but I'm not afraid of falling. I hear him unlock the car door and expect him to guide me into the front passenger seat. Instead, he opens up the back door on that side and helps me to climb inside. He instructs me to kneel with my stomach pressed against the back of the seat and my breasts resting on top of the seat back, but with my hips cocked backward so that there is no contact between my pussy and the seat back. He tells me to stretch my arms out and grasp the edges, and not to let go until he gives me permission. I silently obey. I have to part my thighs a little for stability, stretching the skirt even tighter over my butt. I think he is about to get out of the car and into the front seat--the back door is still open, and the light from the street lamp is shining in--but he surprises me by yanking up my skirt, revealing the bare smooth curves of my ass, and giving me several sharp, hard spanks. The pain is shocking, intense, spreading out from the points of contact. Heat spreads over my ass, and I know that it's turning pink, then red, starting to glow. I hold my breath and wait. Just as I begin to relax, he smacks me again, hard, over and over, so many times that I lose count. He slaps the undersides of my butt cheeks and the tender flesh of my inner thighs, sometimes hitting the pouting flesh of my pussy as he spanks me. It hurts so much that tears spring to my eyes and I start to ask him to stop, but I make myself keep quiet. "That's so you won't forgot who you belong to," he whispers. He is still for a minute, listening to my ragged breathing and stifled sobs, until he is satisfied that I have submitted completely. Now I hear him opening something, a case of some kind, fastened with metal clasps. A moment later, he is spreading my butt cheeks apart with one hand, revealing the little pink rosebud of my asshole. He leans down and flicks his tongue over the tiny opening, darting it inside just for a moment. Then, still holding me open with his fingers, he slides something else inside. It feels like our silver bullet, smooth and metallic, but it's much longer and thicker. It fills me up inside. A cord dangles out of my asshole like a little tail, weighted down slightly by a control box. He presses a button, and the plug in my ass begins to vibrate deep inside me, gently at first but harder and faster as he adjusts the setting. My thighs start to tremble and I have to restrain myself from grinding my pussy against the back of the seat. He knows I want to and grips my hips, holding me back. "Do not let your pussy get anywhere near the back of that seat or when I get done with you, you won't be able to sit down for a week. I'm warning you. Be a good girl for me. Just wait until we get there." It's all I can do to control myself, but I arch my back and I hold my butt as far away from the seat as I can. I can feel my cream slowly running down my thighs. He slaps my ass again, hard, as a final warning, then kisses me sweetly. He gets out of the back seat and closes the door, then gets in front and starts to drive. He drives for what seems like a long time. The CD he made for our wedding is playing. The vibrator churns in my asshole, making me shake. My thighs ache with the effort of holding still. My breasts feel swollen, huge, propped on the back of the seat, bouncing with the movement of the car. I open my eyes beneath the blindfold and see only soft, velvety blackness. My eyelashes brush against the silk. I close my eyes and the silk kisses my eyelids. I feel the car going up a steep drive, then it pauses for a moment. I hear an automatic garage door open, and our car slowly moves forward, then stops. I can hear the door quietly glide closed behind us. He gets out of the car, closing the door behind him. I can hear him speaking to someone--a woman, but one with a very deep, husky, smoky voice. I can't tell what they are saying. In a few minutes, the door next to me is opened and a female body, warm and soft, slides in next to me. I can feel that she's sitting very close, her legs folded under her, examining me. She's so close I can feel her breath and the heat from her body. She smells like orchids. I can feel that he is standing just outside the open car door, watching us. I stay perfectly still, as I was told to, my arms stretched out across the back of the seat and my butt curved outward, like a good girl. She says, "Perfect." And then, "May I?" He must have nodded to her, because suddenly she is behind me on the seat, straddling my legs, her plush thighs gripping mine. She is completely naked except for a long, filmy robe, open all the way down the front. I can feel her hot pussy, covered with damp, softly curling hair, against my butt cheeks. She is a large woman, much taller and more substantial than I am, but her flesh is very firm. Her tits are huge and hard, much larger than mine, and they push aggressively into my back. She uses both hands to lift up my hair, kisses the back of my neck. When she licks my nape with her rough, kitten-like tongue, a chill runs down my spine. She reaches around and cups my breasts, kneading the pliant flesh hard, pinching the clamps on my nipples so that I cry out. She laughs softly. She grinds her lush hips hard against my ass. I push back, wanting to let her take control, but determined not to disobey him by letting my pussy make contact with the seat. But he tells me, "It's okay." She pulls my skirt up even farther and twists her fingers into the straps of my thong, pulling it tighter and deeper into my ass. She clicks another button on the ass plug, making the vibrations even stronger, and my hips begin to shake uncontrollably. Then she pushes her groin hard into my ass. At the first contact with the seat back, I start to moan, spiraling into a strong, wordless, seemingly endless orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. She pulls my head back to kiss me deeply, her soft tongue probing into my mouth. She gently pulls off the blindfold as we kiss. Her eyes are dark brown, wide, fringed with thick black lashes. Her left eyebrow is pierced with a a tiny silver stud that glints in the dim light. Together they help me out of the car. He holds my hand as we walk into the house. Mirabela AVERTISMENT: Intamplarile descrise mai jos sunt reale, asa ca a trebuit sa schimb numele proprii si, eventual, unele locatii. NOTA: Ii multumesc si pe aceasta cale lui Dr_Vlad, care a avut amabilitatea de a citi acest text inainte de a fi publicat. Intotdeauna parintii mi-au spus sa ma feresc de femeile stricate... Am saptesprezece ani si ma intorc de la scoala, imbracat in uniforma -- haina si pantaloni bleumarin inchis, camasa alba si cravata, cu o servieta in mana... Dupa cum arat si faptul ca uniforma nu este facuta din materialul clasic de uniforma, ci dintr-o stofa de calitate superioara, plus servieta, Samsonite, scumpa si greu de procurat, este greu ca cineva care nu ma cunoaste sa creada ca sunt elev de liceu... Pur si simplu habar n-am ce ma apuca, insa, deodata, simt o pofta grozava de castraveciori murati. Cum piata este, intr-un fel, aproape de drumul meu spre casa, mi-e chiar usor sa fac o volta... Sincer, ma mir si eu de mine, intrucat, daca m-ar fi rugat parintii sa fac asa ceva, cu siguranta ca i-as fi refuzat, invocand cine stie ce motive... De asemenea, fiind tip, este imposibil sa fiu gravid, asa ca, zau, habar n-am de unde pofta asta nebuna de castraveciori... Abia astept sa-i mananc impreuna cu cinci oua ochiuri... In plus, daca ma vede, iar va trebui sa infrunt ingrijorarile maica-mi, pe care o apuca intotdeauna disperarea cand vede ca-mi pregatesc mai mult de trei oua: - Zau, copile! De ce nu vrei tu sa fii intelegator si sa asculti de ce spun doctorii?!? - Dar, mami, n-o sa mai mananc nici un ou pana saptamana viitoare! Pe cuvant! - Pai da! Ca asa esti tu! Incapatanat si dusman al propriului tau organism!... De fiecare data cand trebuie sa purtam o astfel de conversatie, ii amintesc de doctorul care obisnuia sa manance cate douazeci de oua la o masa si care a murit la peste optzeci de ani!... Normal ca este in defensiva, intrucat tocmai ea este cea care, cu multi ani in urma, mi-a povestit chestia asta... Singurul ei argument este, de fiecare data: - Omul ala a fost o exceptie!... Oricum, de regula, conversatia se incheie cu maica-mea grabindu-se la dulapul de medicamente si aducandu-mi doua pastile de Esentiale, lasandu-mi-le langa farfurie: - Ai grija sa iei astea!... Revenind la piata. Ma indrept spre zona unde stiu, de la ai mei, ca sunt producatorii, taranii adevarati, nu precupetii care cumpara marfa proasta si o vand scump... De fapt, chiar si neinformat fiind, iti poti da seama, dupa faptul ca precupetii doar te lasa sa te uiti, pe cand taranii adevarati iti ofera sa gusti. Sa mergi in piata la costum si cravata, plus o servieta haioasa in mana, nu este cea mai inteligenta actiune... Toti se uita la tine ca vulturii si te tot imbie sa le cumperi marfa, iar cand te vad ca te indrepti spre zona adevaratilor producatori, incep sa comenteze ca esti zgarcit, ca nu stii ce e bun, ca taranii nici macar nu-si spala marfa cand o aduc la piata si tot felul de alte amabilitati pe care nu ma obosesc sa le mai tin minte... In timp ce, cu stoicism, trec prin ploaia de comentarii, vad doua gagicute chicotind, razand chiar tare, soptindu-si una alteia cine stie ce, in timp ce imi arunca priviri directe si insistente... Dupa uniformele pe care le poarta, mi-e clar ca suntem, probabil, de aceeasi varsta, cu deosebirea ca la ele se vede clar, intrucat poarta uniforme de liceu... Una dintre ele se uita mai insistent -- provocator chiar... La naiba! Le arunc si eu, ca sa ma aflu in treaba, un zambet, apoi imi continui cautarea castraveciorilor. Cand ii gasesc pe cei de dimensiuni potrivite -- nu mai mult de zece centimetri lungime si de trei centimetri in diametru, dupa cum am invatat de la ai mei, intreb de pret. Omul, un batran, imi ofera sa gust, scotand din butoi un castravecior in varful unei furculite. Il prind cu mana si-l bag pe tot in gura, fiind atent sa nu-mi dea zeama pe dinafara... Nu este un gest prea elegant din partea mea, insa, sincer, nu-mi pasa! Placerea este muuuuult prea mare! Probabil ca par caraghios, astfel incat curvele incep iarasi sa rada... Ma opresc din mestecat, ma rasucesc catre ele si ma fac ca ma reped, pentru ca imediat sa ma intorc la nenea cu castravetii... Zambesc, cu gura inca plina si dau din cap aprobator... - Cat sa fie? Un kil? Sincer, ma gandisem sa cumpar doar o jumatate de kilogram, insa, uitandu-ma la mainile deformate de munca ale batranului, mi se face mila si confirm cantitatea. Batranul imi cantareste marfa, imi spune pretul -- ii dau o bancnota, la care-mi da restul -- cateva bancnote mai mici si ceva maruntis. Iau bancnotele si-i las maruntul... Omul se uita spre cele doua parasute, apoi la mine si-mi zice: - Sa nu va suparati, domnu', dar sunteti foarte tanar! Nu le dati atentie! Desi poarta uniforme de scoala, sa stiti ca sunt niste stricate! Stiu sigur!... Nu sunt deloc surprins, asa ca ma uit la batran si-i fac cu ochiul, apoi ii multumesc, atat pentru marfa, cat si pentru sfat... Se pare ca in timp ce asteptam sa mi se cantareasca marfa, cele doua ventuze si-au terminat de facut cumparaturile si s-au carabanit. Cu atat mai bine! Ma indrept spre casa si, spre surprinderea mea, constat ca cele doua pupeze sunt la vreo treizeci de metri in fata mea... Incetinesc pasul, hotarat fiind sa pastrez o distanta cat mai mare... Din pacate, s-au prins si fufele ca sunt in spatele lor, asa ca-mi tot arunca ocheade, pe care eu incerc sa le ignor... Ce dadeau ele, pana acum, din cur, dar acum sa te tii! Boarfe! Ce mai! Continui sa merg, incet -- pana la coada, curve, necurve, sunt doua pustoaice, aratand bine, chiar si in uniformele de liceu, iar eu n-am de gand sa incep sa trag suturi gagicilor. Da-le naibii! Scap eu de ocheadele lor!... La primul colt de strada, eu trebuie sa fac dreapta, insa, spre necazul meu si ele dau coltul in aceeasi directie... Continui sa merg, pana ajung la colt, unde... surpriza! Fetele sunt cu mult mai aproape decat ma asteptam, stationate, de vorba cu... Jean! Jean este, intr-un fel, vecin cu mine, cu un an mai mic, vesnic fericit sa ma intalneasca si sa schimbam cateva vorbe... Ce pot face? Continui sa merg pe drumul meu, insa... nu scap! Jean sare, fericit, se repede sa dea mana cu mine, ceea ce, din pacate, nu se poate, intrucat intr-o mana am servieta, iar in cealalta, punga cu castraveciori... Batranul, dupa ce mi-a cantarit marfa, mi-a turnat in punga si niste saramura, ca sa se pastreze castraveciorii... Trebuie, deci, sa fiu foarte atent, sa nu-mi patez pantalonii... Fetele sunt... Mirabela si Andrada, colege de clasa cu Jean, deci, cu un an mai mici ca mine... E frumos si distractiv sa le vezi fetele cand afla ca si eu sunt elev, doar cu un an mai mare ca ele!... Stau acolo, pe marginea trotuarului, cu gurile cascate, ca niste gaste!... Este randul meu sa jubilez... Le zambesc amabil la toti si ma scuz ca trebuie sa ma grabesc sa ajung cu castravetii acasa... Intru in casa si, in bucatarie, normal, dau peste maica-mea -- are femeia asta un talent sa ma prinda, ce nu s-a pomenit!... O sarut pe obraji, apoi ii spun sa nu mai zambeasca -- o sa-i treaca rapid... - Stii, mama, problema celor cinci oua, in loc de trei... De data asta refuza sa se inflameze -- pur si simplu imi aduce pastilele de esentiale... De asemenea, il cheama pe taica-miu, care, vazand castraveciorii, "gusta" si el vreun sfert de kil... Ma felicit ca am cumparat un kilogram, nu numai jumatate, cum imi propusesem initial... Ma felicita pentru initiativa si achizitie, apoi isi aduce aminte ca are de dat un telefon... Maica-mea se asigura ca am tot ce-mi trebuie pentru oua, apoi se retrage si ea -- sunt deja ani de zile de cand am pretentia sa-mi prepar singur ouale... Seara, pe la sase si jumatate, aud soneria de la intrare, insa, cum nu astept pe nimeni, nu ma sinchisesc... Imediat aud un ciocanit la usa camerei mele, iar maica-mea ma informeaza ca sunt asteptat la usa de catre Jean. De data asta dau mana cu el, insa nu-l invit inauntru -- v-am spus deja, nu suntem in asemenea relatii... In cateva cuvinte, ma informeaza ca cele doua fete, Mirabela si Andrada ne-au invitat la o inghetata, sa-si spele pacatele fata de mine... - Hai, omule, n-o sa-ti para rau!... Amintindu-mi de sfatul batranului din piata, plus lipsa mea totala de chef de a iesi din casa, caut sa gasesc o scuza... - Jeane, pana la coada, gagicile, de fapt, n-au facut cine stie ce -- de fapt, dupa fetele celor din piata, as putea chiar spune ca ele sunt cele care au picat de caraghioase!... Jean este disperat! Se vede limpede pe fata lui! - Omule! E vorba de doua gagici! Noi suntem doi tipi! Iti spun sigur ca nu sunt calugarite! Cum poti da cu piciorul la asa ceva?!? Apoi, incercand sa fie mai convingator: - Iti spun din capul locului ca Mirabela a pus ochii pe tine! O bagi in pat suta la suta! Garantat!... Sincer, nu sunt deloc impresionat, iar Jean sesizeaza... - Uite, daca accepti si vii, am si eu sanse sa ajung in chilotii Andradei. Daca nu, m-am sters pe bot!... - Bine, hai, daca asa se pune problema, incerc sa te ajut! Insa! Sa nu dea dracu' sa le dai adresa sau telefonul meu fara sa-mi fi dat eu, mai intai, acordul, iar daca, la un moment dat, ma hotarasc sa ma car, nu incepi sa tragi de mine sa mai stau!... In sfarsit, Jean se entuziasmeaza: - Sigur! Nici o problema!... Ii spun sa mearga inaintea mea -- o sa-mi trag si eu niste jeansi si ceva pe mine si vin!... Pleaca, ma imbrac, apoi, la iesirea din bloc, il vad pe Jean, asteptandu-ma... Imi explica ce nu-mi putea spune in fata usii, sa nu-l auda si altii... Imi povesteste ca fetele sunt niste muiste de exceptie, profesioniste si ca in fiecare saptamana, sau cand au nevoie de bani, se duc la o biserica din apropiere si-i rezolva pe popi, contra cost, bineinteles... Habar n-am cat e legenda si cat e adevar din ce spune Jean... Oricum, cica fetele au intotdeauna bani, sunt bine imbracate, chiar daca un pic cam curvet, normal... Mirabela este foarte buna la Karate si, atata timp cat isi respecta medicatia, e-n regula. Hopa! Asta ce-o mai fi?!? Intreb: - Cum adica? Ce vrei sa spui? - Pai... e putin cam,,, nebuna... De fapt, are si un certificat care atesta chestia asta -- poate sa faca oricate avorturi are chef, legal -- de fapt, n-are voie sa faca copii... Oameni buni! In clipa aia, cel mai probabil, un om normal s-ar fi intors din drum! Ma opresc din mers, uitandu-ma la Jean: - Bai Jeane, tu-ti dai seama ce lipeala mi-ai facut?!? Cu o nebuna!... Probabil ca realizeaza ca a vorbit prea mult... - Omule! Stai! Nu e chiar asa de grav pe cat suna! Pe bune! Doar suntem colegi! Nu si-a dat niciodata in petec, in afara de faptul ca a pocnit cativa tipi, insa, pe buna dreptate -- au jignit-o... Nu ma pot abtine! Ma umfla rasul! - OK Jeane, hai sa mergem sa-mi iau si eu o bataie!... Intram in cofetarie, unde Jean imi arata masa la care fetele, deja, ne asteapta. Ma apropii, iar ele, ca niste toape ce sunt, se ridica in picioare. Eu, galant, ii sarut mana Andradei, chestie care, probabil, o face sa se tarcaie in chiloti... Cu Mirabela aplic aceeasi procedura, doar ca asta, dupa ce-i sarut mana, se apropie de mine si ma saruta pe amandoi obrajii, apoi imi sopteste: - Imi pare rau, pe bune! Te rog sa ne scuzi!... Ne asezam, iar Andrada imi spune si ea ca-i pare rau si ca ar fi de-a dreptul fericite sa ne imprietenim... Le spun ca, de fapt, nu s-a intamplat nimic si ca, intrucat ele sunt fetele, iar noi baietii, iar asta clar arata a intalnire, nota de plata ne revine... Jean mai are putin si se sufoca, asa ca-i trag, discret, un sut pe sub masa... Mirabela, ca orice femeie trecuta prin "chestii", sesizeaza imediat jena tipului, zambeste, apoi spune: - OK, asa sa fie! Dar... dupa ce terminam aici sunteti invitati la mine, la un brandy... Ma uit la Jean, care nu are nimic impotriva. Accept, insa in mintea mea nu se prea cupleaza ideea de alcool cu medicatia Mirabelei... In fine, in fond, nu sunt doctor si nici nu intentionez sa devin!... Lasa, frate! Vazand si facand!... Parasim cofetaria si, spre surprinderea mea, in doar cateva minute suntem acasa la Mirabela... Brandy-ul, nu mai tin minte de care, e chiar pe bune, nu vreo facatura, iar Mirabela, inainte de a sorbi din pahar, se duce si ia o pastila... Andrada incepe sa ne povesteasca despre situatia Mirabelei si ca, in caz de consum de alcool, trebuie sa dubleze cantitatea unui anumit medicament... Nu prea ai ce sa comentezi la asa o chestie, asa ca se asterne linistea, sparta, in sfarsit, de Mirabela: - Bai, daca-mi ziceti ca-s nebuna, nu va pot contrazice!... Rade... Imi iau libertatea s-o intreb daca are aranjate controale periodice. Confirma, explicandu-mi ca dozarea este relativ sensibila si ca, daca se depasesc, in sus sau in jos, anumite limite, are dureri de cap ingrozitoare si nu numai... Se duce si porneste combina stereo. - Haideti, dansam?... Se apropie de canapeaua pe care sunt asezat, ma apuca de maini si mi le ghideaza direct pe sani, facandu-ma sa-i ating si sa-i mangai, apoi imi duce mainile spre solduri... Habar n-am daca incearca sa ma socheze, sau ce vrea... Ma uit, din cand in cand la Jean, caruia ii curg balele aproape la propriu, in timp ce fata se freaca cu abdomenul si sanii de bietul baiat... Ma apropii de urechea Mirabelei: - Daca ii mai face putin asa, bietul baiat o sa se scape in chiloti... Se uita in ochii mei, cu ochii ei caprui inchis, zambeste, apoi se apropie de urechea mea, soptindu-mi: - Din pacate pentru Jean, parintii Andradei n-au plecat de acasa, asa ca, in afara de vreo muie pe care i-o poate trage aici, in baie, pur si simplu are ghinion!... Chicotesc. - Si de ce doar o muie?!? - Pentru ca Andrada nu se fute in baie!Nu ma intreba de ce!... Dracu' stie ce mai are si Andrada in suflet... Pur si simplu tac. Mirabela continua: - Oricum, o sa trebuiasca sa-i spun Andradei sa se grabeasca -- vreau sa ramanem singuri... Acuma, ganditi-va la mine, un tip plin de energie, curaj, poate chiar lipsa de responsabilitate... - Mirabela, ce zici daca rezolvam altfel treaba asta? - Adica? - Adica mergem noi doi la mine si-i lasam pe astia mici aici... Avem toata noaptea la dispozitie! Sta, pentru un minut, tacuta, apoi ma intreaba: - Esti sigur? Ma aplec, o sarut pe gat, apoi ii soptesc: - Da! Mirabela se intrerupe din dans, opreste muzica si se apropie de cei doi: - Copii, daca va las aici, singuri, toata noaptea, veti sti sa va purtati frumos? Nu vreau, cand ma intorc, sa gasesc sticla asta goala si nici covorul patat! De fapt, vreau ca toate sa fie asa cum le-am lasat. E clar? Jean da din cap, aprobator, in mod repetat si caraghios, iar Andrada sare de gatul Mirabelei si o saruta pe amandoi obrajii... In drum spre casa, Mirabela imi explica faptul ca tatal sau a fugit din Romania cu ceva ani in urma, iar acolo unde a ajuns, a reusit sa faca bani, suficient de multi ca sa-si permita sa-i trimita si Mirabelei, ca sa-si poata cumpara garsoniera... De asemenea imi povesteste ca, dupa ce va termina facultatea, va pleca si ea, oficial, la taica-su. Imi explica valoarea compensatiei pentru studii -- zece mii de dolari, ceea ce, in strainatate, poate sa insemne mai putin decat taxele de studii pe un an de zile... Acuma, ma intreb si eu -- oare fata asta e chiar nebuna?... Ajunsi la mine, o intreb daca isi poate permite un pahar de whiskey, fara teama unor consecinte. Imi spune ca da. Aduc sticla, paharele, torn, dau drumul la niste muzica de atmosfera, apoi ma asez... Nu stiu daca v-am spus ce par frumos are, inchis la culoare, contrastand puternic cu albul pielii, mai ales sub luminile discrete de la mine din camera... Dupa ce-si termina paharul, se ridica, vine in dreptul fotoliului meu, ma trage sa ma ridic, apoi, zambind, incepe sa-mi descheie nasturii de la camasa. Incerc reciproca, insa ma opreste: - Nu, te rog! Rabda-ma asa cum sunt. Lasa-ma pe mine sa am controlul total!... In fine, macar apuc sa-mi desfac nasturii de la maneci, ceea ce nu pare s-o deranjeze... Imi scoate camasa, cu foarte putin ajutor din partea mea, apoi se aseaza in genunchi si-mi da jos pantofii. Urmatoarea ei miscare este ca-mi desface cureaua de la pantaloni, apoi imi desface nasturul de la slit, pentru ca in final sa-mi deschida fermoarul... Imi trage pantalonii in jos, ridic cate un picior, pe rand si scap de ei. Acelasi traseu il urmeaza si chilotii, lasandu-mi pula, deja in erectie, sa o provoace... Se uita la ea, atenta, apoi o saruta scurt si ma impinge sa ma asez in fotoliu. Te rog sa nu te misti... sa nu ti-o freci cumva! De fapt, nu o atinge!... Te rog! Se indreapta spre fotoliul ei si incepe sa se dezbrace -- nu provocator, ci pur si simplu asa cum s-ar dezbraca daca ar fi singura acasa. Isi ia lucrurile, le impacheteaza frumos si le pune pe un taburet. Apoi, se apropie de ale mele si, tot asa, le impacheteaza si le aseaza pe taburetul de langa mine... Oricum, toate actiunile astea, de cand m-a lasat pe fotoliu, nu dureaza mai mult de trei minute... Iat-o din nou in fata mea, ingenuncheata intre picioarele mele desfacute, cu bratele sprijinite de genunchii mei, in timp ce se apleaca, lingandu-mi pula un pic, apoi luandu-mi-o in gura... Ma obsedeaza ideea de a o intreba cat de satisfacuti sunt preotii, dar, chiar daca sunt tanar si prost, nu sunt chiar ATAT de prost... Dupa ce capul pulii imi ajunge in gatul ei, mai apasa un pic, apoi, incet, foaaaarte incet, incepe sa si-o scoata din gura. Intre timp, limba ei zici ca e elice de elicopter, nelasand nici o fractiune de secunda sa treaca fara sa-mi atinga capul pulii. Are grija sa stea de asa natura incat sa-i pot vedea fata, cum imi intra pula-n gura ei... Isi muta atentia -- si gura -- spre baza pulii si spre coaie. In clipa asta, chiar ca trebuie sa-i spun ceva: - Iubito, sa ai grija, te rog, sa nu-mi sugi coaiele, ca nu-mi place... Se opreste, ma priveste in ochi si zambeste: - Nu esti singurul!... Imi linge si saruta coaiele, asigurandu-se ca sunt ude la greu cu saliva, apoi, incet, revine spre capul pulii. Iarasi, inceeeet de tot incepe sa ma inghita, pana cand, iarasi, ii simt gatul, cum impinge un pic mai mult, apoi iarasi se retrage. Deodata, cand e cu gura libera pentru o clipa, imi spune: - Doamne! Ce-mi place s-o sug! Continua: - Esti tare, nu te scapi pe tine la prima limba!... Apropos! Sa nu te prind ca ma avertizezi cand iti vine! Imi place sa ma las surprinsa!... Nu pot sa tac: - Iubi, cu siguranta n-o sa te surprind! O sa te prinzi dupa cum respir, dupa pulsatii... Zambeste, in masura in care mai poate cu pula-n gura, ridicand din umeri... Iar se opreste: - Ai pus exact muzica potrivita! Imi vine sa ti-o sug pana maine dimineata! Nu asteapta vreun raspuns -- iar e cu ea in gat... Dupa cum se misca si ce-mi face, e clar ca nu se grabeste, insa, deja, imi dau seama ca a trecut mai bine de o jumatate de ora! Tot ce ma mira este de unde naiba are atata energie de nu-i oboseste limba!... Brusc, isi schimba stilul. Imi lasa capul pulii sa-i intre-n gat, apoi se retrage, insa doar putin, fara s-o mai scoata din gura si... imi aplica o suctiune... In cinci minute explodez. Ma tin de cuvant. Nu-i spun nimic si chiar incerc sa-mi controlez respiratia, insa, cand sunt realmente aproape, incepe sa geama, transmitandu-mi vibratiile din gat, drept pe capul pulii. Va dati seama cam ce consecinte are tratamentul asupra mea... Nu ma lasa s-o stropesc in gat, ci o tine intre buze, insa ma preseaza cu limba. Ma intreb de ce nu inghite -- nu pot sa cred ca asa o parasuta calificata nu inghite slobozul... Mirabela Ma lamuresc repede. Se joaca cu sperma, plimbandu-si-o prin gura de zici ca e degustator de vinuri!... Lasa o picatura sa-i iasa din gura si, expert, cu limba, isi "rujeaza" buzele... Imi vine s-o intreb daca-i place, daca-i gustoasa, insa cand o vad atat de absorbita de ce face, o las in pace... Credeti sau nu, trec mai mult de cinci minute pana cand sa se hotarasca sa inghita... Se linge pe buze -- ma intreb daca o face ca-i place, sau ca sa vad eu... Se ridica, isi ia paharul de whiskey, isi mai toarna un pic, apoi da noroc, avand grija ca whiskey-ul sa-i ajunga peste tot, inclusiv pe buze... Mi se uita direct in ochi: - Esti suficient de barbat ca sa ma ai asa cum sunt, sau trebuie sa ma spal pe dinti? Ma incrunt: - Acuma, am voie sa ma misc? E descumpanita: - Da! Ma ridic, ii iau paharul din mana, il pun pe masuta, apoi o prind de ceafa si o sarut adanc, pasional, bagandu-mi limba in gura ei, la greu... O sarut asa cateva minute, apoi o las si ma reasez pe fotoliu, turnandu-mi niste whiskey. - Ai... primit raspunsul? - Cu varf si indesat! Imi aduc aminte de ceva: - Sa stii ca o belea tot am! Se uita la mine, curioasa. - Nu sarut, ling, mananc, sau cum s-o mai chema... pizda! Izbucneste in ras: - Nu-ti face griji! Andrada e specializata la chestia aia! Si, oricum, n-o facem decat ca sa facem placere unor tipi... La naiba! Sper ca nu s-o apuca acuma sa-mi povesteasca despre clientii ei!... Schimb subiectul: - Ce zici daca mergem si facem un dus impreuna? Chicoteste: - Ce, nu te-am curatat suficient de bine?!? Continua, de data asta serios: - Am facut un dus chiar inainte de a merge la cofetarie. O intreb daca sa mai torn niste whiskey. - ... Da, insa numai pentru tine... Ma intreb, in final, cat de nebuna este, intr-adevar, fata asta... Fumam un timp, in liniste, acompaniati doar de muzica... Mirabella isi face de lucru studiindu-mi cataloagele cu muzica... Dupa un timp, pula mea revine la viata, cerandu-si drepturile... O strig, atentionand-o cu aratatorul. Zambeste, punand catalogul de-o parte, apoi ingenunchind in fata mea si apucandu-ma de pula: - Deci, baietel, mai vrei!... Mi-o freaca de vreo doua ori, apoi mi se uita in ochi: - Si... cam ce ti-ai dori? Sunt uimit! - Pai... nu e clar?!? Imi zambeste, lasciv, in timp ce eu imi fac de lucru mangaindu-i parul... - ... Vrei pizda, pula mare?... Ma stramb, imitand un catel cu limba scoasa: - Da! Daaaaa! Daaaaaaa!... Sare in picioare, ca un soldat, in pozitie de drepti: - Da, sa traiti! Foarte bine! Dar... mai intai ai de indeplinit o sarcina!... - Hai, fetito! Nu ma mai zapaci! Ce vrei?... - Va trebui sa ma palmuiesti -- peste fata -- tare!... La naiba!Palmuitul fetelor nu face parte din repertoriul meu,ca sa nu mai zic ca nu mi se pare normal, ca barbat, sa pocnesti femeile... - Mirabela, n-ar fi mai bine daca te sarut, te mangai, iti sarut sfarcurile alea grozave!... - Nu are nici un efect! Sorry!... - OK! Ce zici, atunci, daca te palmuiesc peste cur? - Aceeasi chestie! Nici un efect!... - Rahat! Nu pot face asta! Ii comunic... - Pai, in cazul asta, dragule, nu vei avea parte decat de inca o muie si... asta-i tot! Stau si meditez asupra ideii... Continua: - ... Insa fata asta va fi foarte trista si... nesatisfacuta! Ma prinde de mana, facandu-ma sa ma ridic in picioare. Stam amandoi fata in fata, iar ea imi ia mana si, cu incetinitorul, imi arata cum ar trebui s-o pocnesc! Sar la ea si incep s-o sarut, apoi ii sarut gatul, incercand sa-i pun o mana la lindic. Nu ma lasa! Ma impinge: - Bai! Pocneste-ma! Ce te tot codesti?!?... - Nici gand! - Poftim?!? - Nici gand! Ai auzit bine!... Nu apuc sa termin bine ce am de zis, ca mana Mirabelei pleaca spre fata mea si ma articuleaza asa de tare, de aproape ca-mi pierd echilibrul... Ma intorc cu spatele la ea si, cu o mana tremuranda, imi umplu paharul cu whiskey -- il golesc intr-o secunda! Iau o tigara, o aprind, tragand din ea de parca ar fi ultima tigara, inaintea executiei... Mirabela continua sa stea in picioare, nemiscata -- sta asa mai mult de cinci minute... Ma ridic: - Si acum, bagaboanto, daca asta este singura maniera de a-mi baga pula in pizda ta de boarfa, pregateste-te! Se incordeaza: - Sunt gata! O pocnesc cu dreapta peste fata. Se uita la mine, razand: - Asta numesti tu palma?!?... Gata! Am ingurgitat deja suficient whiskey, nervii imi sunt in batista, mandria mea e tavalita si terfelita... Daca-i trag una, pe bune, cu dreapta, risc s-o arunc cu capul in niste mobila, ceea ce nu este recomandat. O articulez cu stanga -- ii vad, efectiv, capul zburand, urmat de trup, rostogolindu-se pe pat pana in perete, unde Mirabela reuseste sa se loveasca cu cotul de tablia de lemn... Pot pune pariu ca o doare rau de tot... Se rasuceste rapid in pozitie fetala si ramane nemiscata. Eu raman in picioare. Stiu eu de ce! Astept un telefon, care nu intarzie. E maica-mea, careia ii explic ca a fost un mic accident, insa fara consecinte... Ma bag in pat si-i masez Mirabelei bratul, cotul... Cand se intoarce cu fata spre mine, pot sa-i disting urmele palmei pe fata... Mi se rupe sufletul de mila: - Imi pare rau, tare, tare rau!... Imi zambeste, insa se vede durerea de pe fata ei: - Tu esti barbatul!... Habar n-am ce dracu' e in capul ei, insa nu mai am timp sa filozofez, ca Mirabela ma imbratiseaza, tragandu-ma intre craci, iar cand ajungem in pozitia corecta, ma ajuta sa i-o bag... Iau o perna si o ajut sa si-o puna sub cur... Mi se uita in ochi: - Presupun ca, dupa tot ce s-a intamplat, nu-ti pot cere sa fii bland... - Ba poti, insa nu in primele cinci minute -- poti sa ma cronometrezi daca vrei!... Talpile ei sunt deja sprijinite temeinic de pectoralii mei. Ma aplec peste ea, facand-o sa ajunga cu genunchii aproape de umeri. Verific -- unghiul de penetrare e perfect. - Cum ti-am spus. Cinci minute, incepand de ACUM! Imping, cu ura... O lovesc drept in cervix -- stiu sigur ca, asa nepregatita, trebuie s-o doara. Ma retrag, apoi lovesc din nou, cu si mai multa ura... Tinde sa vrea sa scape, insa o tin prea bine tintuita de umeri. Stiu ca are, totusi, mainile libere: - Femeie, daca incerci ceva, orice, sa ma lovesti, sau cine stie ce, te omor!... Isi musca buza de jos, facandu-mi semn ca o sa fie cuminte... A treia lovitura este si mai bine plasata ca anterioarele, in plus ni se mai lovesc si pelvisurile... Din fericire, se adapteaza destul de repede, plus ca e uda ca naiba... Ma gandesc sa i-o bag si-n cur, da-mi trece... Ma cam apuca mila, insa, daca am zis cinci minute, ma tin de cuvant! Cand se implinesc cele cinci minute, ma opresc. Brusc, deschide ochii, plini de lacrimi: - La naiba! Nu te opri! Pedepseste-ma! Doamne! Am uitat ca fata este dusa!... Asteia a inceput sa-i placa s-o chinui! Cresc frecventa de du-te vino, scazand un pic forta de apasare. Ma prinde de par, ma trage de el, ma mangaie... Brusc, tipa: - Stai! Opreste-te! Baga-mi-o cat poti de tare si tine-o acolo!... Tremura, respira greu, in timp ce ma mulge cu pizda... Oricum, e de-a dreptul inundatie... Intr-un minut, se linisteste, asa ca, inca adanc infipt in ea, incep sa-i frec lindicul cu pelvisul. Ma prinde de bucile curului, incurajandu-ma sa o frec mai tare si mai adanc... Inca cinci minute si Mirabela se slobozeste iarasi -- tremura, e plina de transpiratie, ma strange in brate... N-ar trebui sa fiu fertila in perioada asta a lunii, insa, dupa ce s-a intamplat, nu mai sunt asa sigura... Ma mangaie pe spate: - Daca vrei, poti sa termini acolo -- am dreptul legal la avort... - Bravo fa! Desteapta esti! Ca si chiuretajele astea sunt ca si cum ai bea un pahar cu apa!... - Doaaaamne! Ce-mi place! Las-o dracu' de teorie! Fute-ma! Baga-mi-o!... - Si... daca termin afara, ce-o sa-mi faci? Iar ma pocnesti? - Ahhhhh! Nuuuuu! Ah, nu!... - Iubire, ai de ales: pe burtica, in gurita, sau... in poponeata!... - ... Unde-ti place cel mai mult?... - In cur! - ... Doare ca dracu', dar ce nu fac eu pentru tine?!? - Hai, las-o balta! Ne futem, nu vreau sa te distrug! - Ba distruge-ma! Mi-e asa de bine!... Chicotesc: - Uite cum facem, te distrug cum iti place tie, iar cand sunt gata, incerc sa ti-o dau la bot -- daca reusesc, OK, daca nu, termin eu pe tate, pe burta, vad eu... Gata cu conversatia -- la maniera in care ii imping talpile tinandu-i genunchii aproape de umeri, sunt sigur ca deja a obosit, daca nu cumva are si dureri. Sincer, insa, sunt mort dupa pozitia asta!... N-a protestat inca, asa ca iar o iau la pompe... Pauza de conversatie, sau faptul ca mi-a supt-o la inceput, ma fac sa mai intarzii inca vreo zece minute. In sfarsit! Sar in picioare, lasandu-i, finalmente, picioarele libere si ma indrept spre fata ei... Primul jet o loveste in obraz, insa deja m-a prins de cur si mi-a luat-o-n gura... Ma ia pana-n gat... Ma aplec pana la sertar si-i dau un servetel. Isi foloseste mana si-si ia sperma de pe fata, bagandu-si-o in gura... Dupa ce e gata, se linge pe buze, apoi si le sterge cu servetelul. Apoi, se intoarce spre mine si, cu partea nefolosita a servetelului ma sterge de transpiratia de pe frunte... - Si-acum, iubitule, ii dai fetitei tale un pupic? Ne sarutam pentru o vreme, apoi ne intindem cu fetele in sus, admirand tavanul... Isi atinge zona pubiana, apoi se uita la degete, ca si cum ar vrea sa verifice daca nu a curs sange... - La naiba! Ustura ca o basica! Apoi, ma atinge si pe mine: - Ce simti? - Nu chiar ca o basica, insa, intr-adevar, ustura... Acuma, sincer, nu stiu ce ganduri are Mirabela, insa eu, cu siguranta, simt nevoia sa fac un dus. De data asta, este si ea de acord. In timp ce-i samponez partea interioara a labiilor, sare, ca e iritata -- o intreb: - Si acum, dragoste, cat timp imi tine palma pe care ti-am dat-o, buzele astea minunate deschise pentru mine? - Doar pana ce plec... - Vrei sa spui ca, daca ne revedem, va trebui sa...?... - ... Da, insa sa nu ma mai lovesti in halul asta! Am noroc ca nu trebuie sa merg la dentist dupa ce mi-ai facut... O sarut: - Nici nu-ti poti inchipui cat de rau imi pare!... - Sa nu-ti para prea rau -- la urma urmei, o cam meritam!... Buci iritate, pelvis usturacios, dar pana dimineata tot ne-am mai futut, lasand-o pe ea deasupra, sa conduca operatiunile... Cert este ca, dupa vreo douazeci de minute m-a luat in gura pana m-a terminat... Am facut schimb de numere de telefon, ea spunandu-mi ca, in cazul in care, doua zile la rand nu raspunde, sa-i transmit prin Jean sa ma caute -- la scoala, totusi, avea grija sa se duca... M-a sunat dupa doua saptamani, invitandu-ma la cofetarie, la o inghetata, insa asta a fost tot, intrucat mi-a spus ca a doua zi avea "o treaba"... Sincer, futangiu cum eram, nu prea iertam nimic, insa, in ce o priveste, cu toata pleiada de studenti arabi si africani, nu ma prea tragea ata sa merg si cu ea, chiar daca m-a asigurat de nenumarate ori ca nu facea sex cu ei, decat protejat... Pana la coada, cunosteam suficiente fete "emancipate", dar care nici macar nu visau sa bea macar o cafea cu vreun strain, asa ca... am lasat-o usurel... In plus, mai era si chestia cu palmuitul!... SFARSIT Mirabella AVERTISMENT: Intamplarile descrise mai jos sunt reale, asa ca a trebuit sa schimb numele proprii si, eventual, unele locatii. NOTA: Ii multumesc si pe aceasta cale lui Dr_Vlad, care a avut amabilitatea de a citi acest text inainte de a fi publicat. Intotdeauna parintii mi-au spus sa ma feresc de femeile stricate... Am saptesprezece ani si ma intorc de la scoala, imbracat in uniforma -- haina si pantaloni bleumarin inchis, camasa alba si cravata, cu o servieta in mana... Dupa cum arat si faptul ca uniforma nu este facuta din materialul clasic de uniforma, ci dintr-o stofa de calitate superioara, plus servieta, Samsonite, scumpa si greu de procurat, este greu ca cineva care nu ma cunoaste sa creada ca sunt elev de liceu... Pur si simplu habar n-am ce ma apuca, insa, deodata, simt o pofta grozava de castraveciori murati. Cum piata este, intr-un fel, aproape de drumul meu spre casa, mi-e chiar usor sa fac o volta... Sincer, ma mir si eu de mine, intrucat, daca m-ar fi rugat parintii sa fac asa ceva, cu siguranta ca i-as fi refuzat, invocand cine stie ce motive... De asemenea, fiind tip, este imposibil sa fiu gravid, asa ca, zau, habar n-am de unde pofta asta nebuna de castraveciori... Abia astept sa-i mananc impreuna cu cinci oua ochiuri... In plus, daca ma vede, iar va trebui sa infrunt ingrijorarile maica-mi, pe care o apuca intotdeauna disperarea cand vede ca-mi pregatesc mai mult de trei oua: - Zau, copile! De ce nu vrei tu sa fii intelegator si sa asculti de ce spun doctorii?!? - Dar, mami, n-o sa mai mananc nici un ou pana saptamana viitoare! Pe cuvant! - Pai da! Ca asa esti tu! Incapatanat si dusman al propriului tau organism!... De fiecare data cand trebuie sa purtam o astfel de conversatie, ii amintesc de doctorul care obisnuia sa manance cate douazeci de oua la o masa si care a murit la peste optzeci de ani!... Normal ca este in defensiva, intrucat tocmai ea este cea care, cu multi ani in urma, mi-a povestit chestia asta... Singurul ei argument este, de fiecare data: - Omul ala a fost o exceptie!... Oricum, de regula, conversatia se incheie cu maica-mea grabindu-se la dulapul de medicamente si aducandu-mi doua pastile de Esentiale, lasandu-mi-le langa farfurie: - Ai grija sa iei astea!... Revenind la piata. Ma indrept spre zona unde stiu, de la ai mei, ca sunt producatorii, taranii adevarati, nu precupetii care cumpara marfa proasta si o vand scump... De fapt, chiar si neinformat fiind, iti poti da seama, dupa faptul ca precupetii doar te lasa sa te uiti, pe cand taranii adevarati iti ofera sa gusti. Sa mergi in piata la costum si cravata, plus o servieta haioasa in mana, nu este cea mai inteligenta actiune... Toti se uita la tine ca vulturii si te tot imbie sa le cumperi marfa, iar cand te vad ca te indrepti spre zona adevaratilor producatori, incep sa comenteze ca esti zgarcit, ca nu stii ce e bun, ca taranii nici macar nu-si spala marfa cand o aduc la piata si tot felul de alte amabilitati pe care nu ma obosesc sa le mai tin minte... In timp ce, cu stoicism, trec prin ploaia de comentarii, vad doua gagicute chicotind, razand chiar tare, soptindu-si una alteia cine stie ce, in timp ce imi arunca priviri directe si insistente... Dupa uniformele pe care le poarta, mi-e clar ca suntem, probabil, de aceeasi varsta, cu deosebirea ca la ele se vede clar, intrucat poarta uniforme de liceu... Una dintre ele se uita mai insistent -- provocator chiar... La naiba! Le arunc si eu, ca sa ma aflu in treaba, un zambet, apoi imi continui cautarea castraveciorilor. Cand ii gasesc pe cei de dimensiuni potrivite -- nu mai mult de zece centimetri lungime si de trei centimetri in diametru, dupa cum am invatat de la ai mei, intreb de pret. Omul, un batran, imi ofera sa gust, scotand din butoi un castravecior in varful unei furculite. Il prind cu mana si-l bag pe tot in gura, fiind atent sa nu-mi dea zeama pe dinafara... Nu este un gest prea elegant din partea mea, insa, sincer, nu-mi pasa! Placerea este muuuuult prea mare! Probabil ca par caraghios, astfel incat curvele incep iarasi sa rada... Ma opresc din mestecat, ma rasucesc catre ele si ma fac ca ma reped, pentru ca imediat sa ma intorc la nenea cu castravetii... Zambesc, cu gura inca plina si dau din cap aprobator... - Cat sa fie? Un kil? Sincer, ma gandisem sa cumpar doar o jumatate de kilogram, insa, uitandu-ma la mainile deformate de munca ale batranului, mi se face mila si confirm cantitatea. Batranul imi cantareste marfa, imi spune pretul -- ii dau o bancnota, la care-mi da restul -- cateva bancnote mai mici si ceva maruntis. Iau bancnotele si-i las maruntul... Omul se uita spre cele doua parasute, apoi la mine si-mi zice: - Sa nu va suparati, domnu', dar sunteti foarte tanar! Nu le dati atentie! Desi poarta uniforme de scoala, sa stiti ca sunt niste stricate! Stiu sigur!... Nu sunt deloc surprins, asa ca ma uit la batran si-i fac cu ochiul, apoi ii multumesc, atat pentru marfa, cat si pentru sfat... Se pare ca in timp ce asteptam sa mi se cantareasca marfa, cele doua ventuze si-au terminat de facut cumparaturile si s-au carabanit. Cu atat mai bine! Ma indrept spre casa si, spre surprinderea mea, constat ca cele doua pupeze sunt la vreo treizeci de metri in fata mea... Incetinesc pasul, hotarat fiind sa pastrez o distanta cat mai mare... Din pacate, s-au prins si fufele ca sunt in spatele lor, asa ca-mi tot arunca ocheade, pe care eu incerc sa le ignor... Ce dadeau ele, pana acum, din cur, dar acum sa te tii! Boarfe! Ce mai! Continui sa merg, incet -- pana la coada, curve, necurve, sunt doua pustoaice, aratand bine, chiar si in uniformele de liceu, iar eu n-am de gand sa incep sa trag suturi gagicilor. Da-le naibii! Scap eu de ocheadele lor!... La primul colt de strada, eu trebuie sa fac dreapta, insa, spre necazul meu si ele dau coltul in aceeasi directie... Continui sa merg, pana ajung la colt, unde... surpriza! Fetele sunt cu mult mai aproape decat ma asteptam, stationate, de vorba cu... Jean! Jean este, intr-un fel, vecin cu mine, cu un an mai mic, vesnic fericit sa ma intalneasca si sa schimbam cateva vorbe... Ce pot face? Continui sa merg pe drumul meu, insa... nu scap! Jean sare, fericit, se repede sa dea mana cu mine, ceea ce, din pacate, nu se poate, intrucat intr-o mana am servieta, iar in cealalta, punga cu castraveciori... Batranul, dupa ce mi-a cantarit marfa, mi-a turnat in punga si niste saramura, ca sa se pastreze castraveciorii... Trebuie, deci, sa fiu foarte atent, sa nu-mi patez pantalonii... Fetele sunt... Mirabela si Andrada, colege de clasa cu Jean, deci, cu un an mai mici ca mine... E frumos si distractiv sa le vezi fetele cand afla ca si eu sunt elev, doar cu un an mai mare ca ele!... Stau acolo, pe marginea trotuarului, cu gurile cascate, ca niste gaste!... Este randul meu sa jubilez... Le zambesc amabil la toti si ma scuz ca trebuie sa ma grabesc sa ajung cu castravetii acasa... Intru in casa si, in bucatarie, normal, dau peste maica-mea -- are femeia asta un talent sa ma prinda, ce nu s-a pomenit!... O sarut pe obraji, apoi ii spun sa nu mai zambeasca -- o sa-i treaca rapid... - Stii, mama, problema celor cinci oua, in loc de trei... De data asta refuza sa se inflameze -- pur si simplu imi aduce pastilele de esentiale... De asemenea, il cheama pe taica-miu, care, vazand castraveciorii, "gusta" si el vreun sfert de kil... Ma felicit ca am cumparat un kilogram, nu numai jumatate, cum imi propusesem initial... Ma felicita pentru initiativa si achizitie, apoi isi aduce aminte ca are de dat un telefon... Maica-mea se asigura ca am tot ce-mi trebuie pentru oua, apoi se retrage si ea -- sunt deja ani de zile de cand am pretentia sa-mi prepar singur ouale... Seara, pe la sase si jumatate, aud soneria de la intrare, insa, cum nu astept pe nimeni, nu ma sinchisesc... Imediat aud un ciocanit la usa camerei mele, iar maica-mea ma informeaza ca sunt asteptat la usa de catre Jean. De data asta dau mana cu el, insa nu-l invit inauntru -- v-am spus deja, nu suntem in asemenea relatii... In cateva cuvinte, ma informeaza ca cele doua fete, Mirabela si Andrada ne-au invitat la o inghetata, sa-si spele pacatele fata de mine... - Hai, omule, n-o sa-ti para rau!... Amintindu-mi de sfatul batranului din piata, plus lipsa mea totala de chef de a iesi din casa, caut sa gasesc o scuza... - Jeane, pana la coada, gagicile, de fapt, n-au facut cine stie ce -- de fapt, dupa fetele celor din piata, as putea chiar spune ca ele sunt cele care au picat de caraghioase!... Jean este disperat! Se vede limpede pe fata lui! - Omule! E vorba de doua gagici! Noi suntem doi tipi! Iti spun sigur ca nu sunt calugarite! Cum poti da cu piciorul la asa ceva?!? Apoi, incercand sa fie mai convingator: - Iti spun din capul locului ca Mirabela a pus ochii pe tine! O bagi in pat suta la suta! Garantat!... Sincer, nu sunt deloc impresionat, iar Jean sesizeaza... - Uite, daca accepti si vii, am si eu sanse sa ajung in chilotii Andradei. Daca nu, m-am sters pe bot!... - Bine, hai, daca asa se pune problema, incerc sa te ajut! Insa! Sa nu dea dracu' sa le dai adresa sau telefonul meu fara sa-mi fi dat eu, mai intai, acordul, iar daca, la un moment dat, ma hotarasc sa ma car, nu incepi sa tragi de mine sa mai stau!... In sfarsit, Jean se entuziasmeaza: - Sigur! Nici o problema!... Ii spun sa mearga inaintea mea -- o sa-mi trag si eu niste jeansi si ceva pe mine si vin!... Pleaca, ma imbrac, apoi, la iesirea din bloc, il vad pe Jean, asteptandu-ma... Imi explica ce nu-mi putea spune in fata usii, sa nu-l auda si altii... Imi povesteste ca fetele sunt niste muiste de exceptie, profesioniste si ca in fiecare saptamana, sau cand au nevoie de bani, se duc la o biserica din apropiere si-i rezolva pe popi, contra cost, bineinteles... Habar n-am cat e legenda si cat e adevar din ce spune Jean... Oricum, cica fetele au intotdeauna bani, sunt bine imbracate, chiar daca un pic cam curvet, normal... Mirabela este foarte buna la Karate si, atata timp cat isi respecta medicatia, e-n regula. Hopa! Asta ce-o mai fi?!? Intreb: - Cum adica? Ce vrei sa spui? - Pai... e putin cam,,, nebuna... De fapt, are si un certificat care atesta chestia asta -- poate sa faca oricate avorturi are chef, legal -- de fapt, n-are voie sa faca copii... Oameni buni! In clipa aia, cel mai probabil, un om normal s-ar fi intors din drum! Ma opresc din mers, uitandu-ma la Jean: - Bai Jeane, tu-ti dai seama ce lipeala mi-ai facut?!? Cu o nebuna!... Probabil ca realizeaza ca a vorbit prea mult... - Omule! Stai! Nu e chiar asa de grav pe cat suna! Pe bune! Doar suntem colegi! Nu si-a dat niciodata in petec, in afara de faptul ca a pocnit cativa tipi, insa, pe buna dreptate -- au jignit-o... Nu ma pot abtine! Ma umfla rasul! - OK Jeane, hai sa mergem sa-mi iau si eu o bataie!... Intram in cofetarie, unde Jean imi arata masa la care fetele, deja, ne asteapta. Ma apropii, iar ele, ca niste toape ce sunt, se ridica in picioare. Eu, galant, ii sarut mana Andradei, chestie care, probabil, o face sa se tarcaie in chiloti... Cu Mirabela aplic aceeasi procedura, doar ca asta, dupa ce-i sarut mana, se apropie de mine si ma saruta pe amandoi obrajii, apoi imi sopteste: - Imi pare rau, pe bune! Te rog sa ne scuzi!... Ne asezam, iar Andrada imi spune si ea ca-i pare rau si ca ar fi de-a dreptul fericite sa ne imprietenim... Le spun ca, de fapt, nu s-a intamplat nimic si ca, intrucat ele sunt fetele, iar noi baietii, iar asta clar arata a intalnire, nota de plata ne revine... Jean mai are putin si se sufoca, asa ca-i trag, discret, un sut pe sub masa... Mirabela, ca orice femeie trecuta prin "chestii", sesizeaza imediat jena tipului, zambeste, apoi spune: - OK, asa sa fie! Dar... dupa ce terminam aici sunteti invitati la mine, la un brandy... Ma uit la Jean, care nu are nimic impotriva. Accept, insa in mintea mea nu se prea cupleaza ideea de alcool cu medicatia Mirabelei... In fine, in fond, nu sunt doctor si nici nu intentionez sa devin!... Lasa, frate! Vazand si facand!... Parasim cofetaria si, spre surprinderea mea, in doar cateva minute suntem acasa la Mirabela... Brandy-ul, nu mai tin minte de care, e chiar pe bune, nu vreo facatura, iar Mirabela, inainte de a sorbi din pahar, se duce si ia o pastila... Andrada incepe sa ne povesteasca despre situatia Mirabelei si ca, in caz de consum de alcool, trebuie sa dubleze cantitatea unui anumit medicament... Nu prea ai ce sa comentezi la asa o chestie, asa ca se asterne linistea, sparta, in sfarsit, de Mirabela: - Bai, daca-mi ziceti ca-s nebuna, nu va pot contrazice!... Rade... Imi iau libertatea s-o intreb daca are aranjate controale periodice. Confirma, explicandu-mi ca dozarea este relativ sensibila si ca, daca se depasesc, in sus sau in jos, anumite limite, are dureri de cap ingrozitoare si nu numai... Se duce si porneste combina stereo. - Haideti, dansam?... Se apropie de canapeaua pe care sunt asezat, ma apuca de maini si mi le ghideaza direct pe sani, facandu-ma sa-i ating si sa-i mangai, apoi imi duce mainile spre solduri... Habar n-am daca incearca sa ma socheze, sau ce vrea... Ma uit, din cand in cand la Jean, caruia ii curg balele aproape la propriu, in timp ce fata se freaca cu abdomenul si sanii de bietul baiat... Ma apropii de urechea Mirabelei: - Daca ii mai face putin asa, bietul baiat o sa se scape in chiloti... Se uita in ochii mei, cu ochii ei caprui inchis, zambeste, apoi se apropie de urechea mea, soptindu-mi: - Din pacate pentru Jean, parintii Andradei n-au plecat de acasa, asa ca, in afara de vreo muie pe care i-o poate trage aici, in baie, pur si simplu are ghinion!... Chicotesc. - Si de ce doar o muie?!? - Pentru ca Andrada nu se fute in baie!Nu ma intreba de ce!... Dracu' stie ce mai are si Andrada in suflet... Pur si simplu tac. Mirabela continua: - Oricum, o sa trebuiasca sa-i spun Andradei sa se grabeasca -- vreau sa ramanem singuri... Acuma, ganditi-va la mine, un tip plin de energie, curaj, poate chiar lipsa de responsabilitate... - Mirabela, ce zici daca rezolvam altfel treaba asta? - Adica? - Adica mergem noi doi la mine si-i lasam pe astia mici aici... Avem toata noaptea la dispozitie! Sta, pentru un minut, tacuta, apoi ma intreaba: - Esti sigur? Ma aplec, o sarut pe gat, apoi ii soptesc: - Da! Mirabela se intrerupe din dans, opreste muzica si se apropie de cei doi: - Copii, daca va las aici, singuri, toata noaptea, veti sti sa va purtati frumos? Nu vreau, cand ma intorc, sa gasesc sticla asta goala si nici covorul patat! De fapt, vreau ca toate sa fie asa cum le-am lasat. E clar? Jean da din cap, aprobator, in mod repetat si caraghios, iar Andrada sare de gatul Mirabelei si o saruta pe amandoi obrajii... In drum spre casa, Mirabela imi explica faptul ca tatal sau a fugit din Romania cu ceva ani in urma, iar acolo unde a ajuns, a reusit sa faca bani, suficient de multi ca sa-si permita sa-i trimita si Mirabelei, ca sa-si poata cumpara garsoniera... De asemenea imi povesteste ca, dupa ce va termina facultatea, va pleca si ea, oficial, la taica-su. Imi explica valoarea compensatiei pentru studii -- zece mii de dolari, ceea ce, in strainatate, poate sa insemne mai putin decat taxele de studii pe un an de zile... Acuma, ma intreb si eu -- oare fata asta e chiar nebuna?... Ajunsi la mine, o intreb daca isi poate permite un pahar de whiskey, fara teama unor consecinte. Imi spune ca da. Aduc sticla, paharele, torn, dau drumul la niste muzica de atmosfera, apoi ma asez... Nu stiu daca v-am spus ce par frumos are, inchis la culoare, contrastand puternic cu albul pielii, mai ales sub luminile discrete de la mine din camera... Dupa ce-si termina paharul, se ridica, vine in dreptul fotoliului meu, ma trage sa ma ridic, apoi, zambind, incepe sa-mi descheie nasturii de la camasa. Incerc reciproca, insa ma opreste: - Nu, te rog! Rabda-ma asa cum sunt. Lasa-ma pe mine sa am controlul total!... In fine, macar apuc sa-mi desfac nasturii de la maneci, ceea ce nu pare s-o deranjeze... Imi scoate camasa, cu foarte putin ajutor din partea mea, apoi se aseaza in genunchi si-mi da jos pantofii. Urmatoarea ei miscare este ca-mi desface cureaua de la pantaloni, apoi imi desface nasturul de la slit, pentru ca in final sa-mi deschida fermoarul... Imi trage pantalonii in jos, ridic cate un picior, pe rand si scap de ei. Acelasi traseu il urmeaza si chilotii, lasandu-mi pula, deja in erectie, sa o provoace... Se uita la ea, atenta, apoi o saruta scurt si ma impinge sa ma asez in fotoliu. Te rog sa nu te misti... sa nu ti-o freci cumva! De fapt, nu o atinge!... Te rog! Se indreapta spre fotoliul ei si incepe sa se dezbrace -- nu provocator, ci pur si simplu asa cum s-ar dezbraca daca ar fi singura acasa. Isi ia lucrurile, le impacheteaza frumos si le pune pe un taburet. Apoi, se apropie de ale mele si, tot asa, le impacheteaza si le aseaza pe taburetul de langa mine... Oricum, toate actiunile astea, de cand m-a lasat pe fotoliu, nu dureaza mai mult de trei minute... Iat-o din nou in fata mea, ingenuncheata intre picioarele mele desfacute, cu bratele sprijinite de genunchii mei, in timp ce se apleaca, lingandu-mi pula un pic, apoi luandu-mi-o in gura... Ma obsedeaza ideea de a o intreba cat de satisfacuti sunt preotii, dar, chiar daca sunt tanar si prost, nu sunt chiar ATAT de prost... Dupa ce capul pulii imi ajunge in gatul ei, mai apasa un pic, apoi, incet, foaaaarte incet, incepe sa si-o scoata din gura. Intre timp, limba ei zici ca e elice de elicopter, nelasand nici o fractiune de secunda sa treaca fara sa-mi atinga capul pulii. Are grija sa stea de asa natura incat sa-i pot vedea fata, cum imi intra pula-n gura ei... Isi muta atentia -- si gura -- spre baza pulii si spre coaie. In clipa asta, chiar ca trebuie sa-i spun ceva: - Iubito, sa ai grija, te rog, sa nu-mi sugi coaiele, ca nu-mi place... Se opreste, ma priveste in ochi si zambeste: - Nu esti singurul!... Imi linge si saruta coaiele, asigurandu-se ca sunt ude la greu cu saliva, apoi, incet, revine spre capul pulii. Iarasi, inceeeet de tot incepe sa ma inghita, pana cand, iarasi, ii simt gatul, cum impinge un pic mai mult, apoi iarasi se retrage. Deodata, cand e cu gura libera pentru o clipa, imi spune: - Doamne! Ce-mi place s-o sug! Continua: - Esti tare, nu te scapi pe tine la prima limba!... Apropos! Sa nu te prind ca ma avertizezi cand iti vine! Imi place sa ma las surprinsa!... Nu pot sa tac: - Iubi, cu siguranta n-o sa te surprind! O sa te prinzi dupa cum respir, dupa pulsatii... Zambeste, in masura in care mai poate cu pula-n gura, ridicand din umeri... Iar se opreste: - Ai pus exact muzica potrivita! Imi vine sa ti-o sug pana maine dimineata! Nu asteapta vreun raspuns -- iar e cu ea in gat... Dupa cum se misca si ce-mi face, e clar ca nu se grabeste, insa, deja, imi dau seama ca a trecut mai bine de o jumatate de ora! Tot ce ma mira este de unde naiba are atata energie de nu-i oboseste limba!... Brusc, isi schimba stilul. Imi lasa capul pulii sa-i intre-n gat, apoi se retrage, insa doar putin, fara s-o mai scoata din gura si... imi aplica o suctiune... In cinci minute explodez. Ma tin de cuvant. Nu-i spun nimic si chiar incerc sa-mi controlez respiratia, insa, cand sunt realmente aproape, incepe sa geama, transmitandu-mi vibratiile din gat, drept pe capul pulii. Va dati seama cam ce consecinte are tratamentul asupra mea... Nu ma lasa s-o stropesc in gat, ci o tine intre buze, insa ma preseaza cu limba. Ma intreb de ce nu inghite -- nu pot sa cred ca asa o parasuta calificata nu inghite slobozul... Mirabella - English Version WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature. So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else. I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory. All the names and/or places may have been changed, due to privacy reasons. ***** I'm eighteen, going home from the high school, dressed in the uniform - dark blue coat and trousers, white shirt and tie, carrying a briefcase... My looks and the fact that my uniform is not made of the "classical" fabric, plus the quite expensive Samsonite briefcase, do not let people guess that I'm only a high school eighteen years old guy... I really cannot tell what happens to me, since, all of a sudden, I decide to deviate my journey towards the grocery market, which so happens to be, somewhat, close to my way home. Honestly, I'm amazed of myself, since, normally, even if my parents would have asked me, I wouldn't have gone there... Furthermore, being a guy, I cannot be pregnant, but, still, I feel the urge to have some pickles, near a portion of five poached eggs... This involves that, if she sees me, I shall also have to face my mother's concern, since she's always jumping, desperate, when she sees me eating more than three eggs: "Come on, child! Why don't you want to listen to reason and to what the doctors say?!?" "But, mother, I won't be eating eggs until the next week! Satisfied?" "This is you! Stubborn and your own body's enemy!"... When we have this kind of conversations, I always remind her of the doctor who used to eat twenty poached eggs, all by himself, and who has lived until almost eighty... Then, she has a problem, since she was the one who has told me this, some loooong time ago... "That man was an exception, not the rule!"... Anyway, usually, the conversation ends with my mother rushing towards the medicine cabinet, and bringing two pills of Essentiale and leaving them beside my plate: "Make sure you take these"... So, reaching the grocery market, I go towards the area where I know, from my mother, that the sellers are real peasants, not some merchants, buying the cheapest possible stuff, to make a better profit... In fact, you can easily make the difference, since, when you look at the merchandise exposed by the merchants, they simply let you look, explaining that their merchandise is being the best that money can buy, while the real peasants are much less talkative, but, instead, they invite you to try it, at no charge... Wearing a suit and a tie, plus a briefcase there, at the market, isn't the smartest thing to do... Looking towards you like vultures, all the merchants start inviting you to come and buy their merchandise, insisting to find out what you are interested in, offering you various vegetables and fruits, and, finally, when they see that your steps are leading you towards the area of the real producers, the peasants, they start making comments, like that you are "cheap", that "you don't know what's good for you", that "you don't know that those peasants don't even wash their merchandise, when preparing it", and other sweet things that I cannot even bother to remember... While I'm stoically receiving the "treat", reaching the targeted area, I can see two girls giggling, laughing, whispering at each other, and insistingly looking at me. They are dressed in their high school uniforms, so that I can easily guess that we are the same age, with the difference that their uniforms show it... One of them has something in her looks, provoking, I may say... What the heck?!? I smile at them, then start looking for my pickles. When I find the ones of the right dimensions, not longer than ten centimeters and not thicker than three, as my parents have taught me, ever since I have concluded that I looooove pickles, I ask if I can taste. The old man offers me one in the peak of a fork, but I just grab it with my hand, and put it all in my mouth - not very elegant gestures - then start chewing it, with my lips sealed, not to waste any juice on my chin... I probably have a funny face and attitude, since the two young sluts start laughing again... I stop chewing, turn towards them, look them in the eye, then make a step towards them, as if I intend to run after them, and start chewing very fast and exaggerated, then just turn back in front of the old man, smiling, with my lips fully sealed, yet, but nodding... I can clearly see the light of joy in the old man's eyes. He asks me: "How much? A kilo?"... Honestly, I was thinking to buy only a half of a kilo, but, looking at the deformed hands of the old man, thinking about how much he has been working all his life, enduring deprivations and stuff, I just nod. The old man weighs my merchandise, tells me the price, I hand him a bank note, he gives me the change, meaning some bank notes and a few coins... I take the bank notes, but leave the coins in his palm... He takes a look towards the two chicks, then at me, and simply tells me: "You are very young, sir, I can see... Don't pay attention to those two! They may be wearing school uniforms, but they are whores... I know it for a fact!" I don't know why, but I'm not surprised, so that I just look in the old man's eyes, wink at him, then thank him for both, merchandise and info... It seems that while I was awaiting for my merchandise to be weighed and to pay for it, the two chicks have probably finished shopping, so that now they are gone... I forget the whole thing and get going home. To my surprise, right in front of me, at less than thirty meters, there they are, undulating their tails - to be read asses - while they are walking in the same direction. I continue walking, being decided to keep my distance - finally, whores or no whores, they are just two young girls, good looking, even in their uniforms, and... I simply cannot afford to start kicking girls asses... What the heck? Let them be! I'm sure that one of them has already observed that I am somewhat following them, and, from their gestures, I realize that they are making some comments, giggling, laughing... At the first corner of the street, I'm supposed to go to the left, but, to my surprise, they turn towards the same direction. When I reach the corner of the street, I can see them again, this time much, much closer, only about ten meters, speaking to a guy. Shit! It's Jim! Jim and I are neighbors, kind of, and we know each other ever since we were using the same swings in the park... He's only one year younger than me, and, so it seems, he is always happy to see me, say hi, and just some small talk. What can I do? I keep on walking! Suddenly, Jim sees me, and, of course, salutes me, coming to me to shake hands. I excuse myself cause we cannot shake hands, since one of my hands is carrying the briefcase, while the other is carrying the plastic bag with the pickles, at which, after weighing them, the old man has added some salted juice, to make sure that the pickles will stay juicy... I'm very attentive with the plastic bag, since it's somewhat wet, and I don't want to ruin my trousers... The girls are... Mirabella and Andrada, and they are studying at the same high school as Jim. They are simply stunned, bewildered, overwhelmed. They just stand there, on the sidewalk, like two geese, with their mouths literally opened... I smile at all the three of them, than excuse myself, since I need to reach at home in a hurry, with the pickles. This time I'm the one who has all the fun, remembering their faces when Jim has briefly introduced me as a neighbor and a friend, and being only one year older than him... I enter the apartment, finding, of course, my mother in the kitchen, kiss her on her cheeks, telling her to stop smiling, since shortly afterwards she'll get mad at me... "You know, the problem of the five eggs, instead of only three"... This time, she simply refuses to make a fuss of it, but goes and brings the pills of Essentiale, plus my father, who has been informed about the pickles, so that he wants to taste them... His "tasting" means around a quarter of a kilo, just as it also happens in my case... I simply congratulate myself, in my mind, for not buying only a half of a kilo... He congratulates me for my initiative, then, since he has to make a phone call, leaves the kitchen, while my mother is making sure that I have everything I need to prepare the eggs. It's been years, by now, since I pretend to prepare the eggs all by myself, with nobody else's help... At about half past six in the afternoon, I hear the door bell ringing, but, since I'm not expecting anybody, I sit, letting my parents deal with the matter. Suddenly, I hear a knock at my rooms door - it's my mother, informing me that Jim is at the door, expecting me... Obviously surprised, I go to the door. This time I shake hands with Jim, but I don't invite him in, since, as I've mentioned, we aren't that close. In very few words, he informs me that the girls are sorry, for real, for their behavior at the grocery market, and that they would like to apologize and get to know me better, inviting me at the nearby cafeteria - a place where, in spite of the communist regime, you can have a chocolate ice cream tasting even better than the one that you can get in Paris... Their treat! "Come on, man! You won't regret it!" Remembering the old man's advice, plus my mood, since I don't really feel like going out, I try to find a solution to avoid all this... "Jim, after all, they haven't really done, I don't know what fuss - and furthermore, they might have had fun, but it was only their fun, since, as I've clearly noticed, the rest of the people who have witnessed the whole thing, from their attitudes and faces, haven't had fun at all"... Jim is literally desperate: "Man! They are two chicks! We are two guys! I know for a fact that they are not nuns! Why waste such an opportunity?!?" Then, hoping to be more convincing: "I can tell you from the beginning - Mirabella has set her eyes on you! She's a one night stand available a hundred percent! And, who knows? You can even get some more!" Honestly, I'm not impressed, and Jim senses it. He adopts another strategy: "Look, if you accept, and come with me, I may get the chance to reach into Andrada's pants. If you refuse, I'm fucked!"... "Well, man, if that is the case, I cannot leave you alone, like this, but... I want to make sure that you don't give them my address, and if, due to who knows what reason, I decide to leave, you don't start insisting that I should stay"... Jim is enthusiast: "Sure, man! Absolutely! No problem!" I tell him to go to the cafeteria, let me grab some jeans and something, and, in a few minutes, I'll be there... He leaves, I get dressed, then, exiting my block of flats, I see Jim, expecting me... He briefly explains that he couldn't have told me, in front of my door, things that could be overheard, eventually by some neighbors, or my parents... He tells me that the girls are exquisite cock suckers, professionals, and that weekly, or whenever they wish, they go to the church in the neighborhood, and suck the priests dicks, for money. They always have money and they always are nicely dressed, a little bit whorish, of course... Mirabella is highly trained at Karate, and, as long as she's taking her medication, she's OK. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Well, she's... somewhat crazy... She even has a certificate that lets her have as many abortions as it takes - in fact, she's not aloud to have children"... Well, people, at that moment, any normal man would have turned around and left. I just stop walking, turn towards Jim, and ask him: "Jim, do you realize what date you've arranged for me?!? A sicko?!?" He probably realizes that he's spoken too much... "It isn't as bas as it sounds! Really! We go at the same high school, and she's never got herself in any sick trouble - she's only kicked some boys asses! That's all! And not without a reason!"... I cannot help, but start laughing: "OK, Jim, let's go get my ass kicked!" We enter the cafeteria, Jim shows me at their table, while the two of them, not like some real ladies, raise from the table to shake hands with us... First, I shake hands with Andrada, but not business style - I bend a little and take her arm and kiss the back of her hand, French style - she blushes, flattered, and probably a few drops of urine have already spotted her panties. Then, I apply the same procedure to Mirabella, but this one, after I'm kissing her hand, comes towards me and kisses me on both my cheeks, then brings her mouth close to my ear, and whispers: "I'm really sorry! Please forgive me!" We take our seats, then Andrada tells me, with a very soft voice, that they are both sorry for the incident, and that they would looove to make friends with me... I simply say that, in fact, I am not upset at all, and, since they are the girls and we are the boys, and this clearly looks like a date, us, the boys, will pay for the treat... I can read a sudden panic on Jim's face, but, after I hit his leg under the table, he somewhat recovers his smiling face... Mirabella senses the situation regarding Jim - I can bet my life on it - and, smiling, says: "OK, so be it, but... under the condition that after we finish here, we go to my place, and you let us, girls, serve you with some brandy"... I look at Jim - he doesn't seem to have anything against it, so that I accept, but at the back of my mind, I'm quite alert - if this girl is crazy, under permanent treatment, how come she can afford to drink alcohol?!? Then, I just say to myself: one step at a time, man, one step at a time... We leave the cafeteria and I have the surprise to see that Mirabella is living real close. The brandy, I don't really remember what, is for real, not a fake, and Mirabella, before sipping from her glass, first goes and takes a pill, than engorges it, sipping from the brandy... Andrada starts explaining, in spite of the fact that nobody asked anything, that Mirabella has a certain condition, and that, if she drinks alcohol, she needs to double the dose of some medication. Her comment makes us all become silent, but, very soon, Mirabella explains: "If you call me crazy, I don't have the right to pretend that I'm insulted"... She's smiling, while I ask if she's seeing some doctors, on a somewhat permanent basis, and she confirms, explaining that if the dosage isn't appropriate, she may get some excruciating headaches, and not only... She then starts some music: "Let's dance, shall we?" She comes in front of the couch where I sit, takes my hands, guiding them, firmly, first on her boobs, letting me feel them, and only afterwards on her hips... I cannot tell if she's trying to shock me, or what... Occasionally, I look at Jim, who's almost drooling on Andrada, who is expertly moving her ass, hips, boobs, rubbing the front of Jim's body. I cannot help, but get my mouth close to Mirabella's ear, and whisper: " If she keeps on doing that to him, the poor guy will very soon have wet shorts"... She looks into my eyes, with her dark brown eyes, smiles, then gets close to me, whispering: "Unfortunately for Jim, Andrada's parents are at home, so that it seems that, apart from some eventual blow job in my bathroom, here, he simply has bad luck"... I giggle: "Why only a blow job?" "Because Andrada simply hates to have sex in the bathroom - don't ask me why!" Who knows what skeleton hides in Andrada's closet... I keep my mouth shut. Mirabella continues: "Anyway, I shall have to tell Andrada to hurry, since I want to have you, and only you here"... Now, imagine yourself at my age, full of energy, courage, lack of responsibility, maybe... "Mirabella, what if we save the situation, both of us, together?" "How come?" "My parents are at home, also, but their policy is to give me complete independence. We can leave these kids here, and go to my place. All night long!" She's silent, a minute or so... then asks: "Are you sure?" I bend, kiss her neck, then whisper: "Yes" Mirabella simply stops dancing, stops the music, then goes towards the startled pair: "Here, children, if I let you use my apartment, will you behave? I mean, I don't want to find all this bottle of brandy emptied, when I come back, in the morning, I don't want stains on my carpet, or wherever else, and, generally, I want the place to look the same as I leave it. Do we have a deal?" Jim nods his head repeatedly, in a real stupid manner, at least from my point of view, while Andrada jumps and kisses her friend on her cheek. On the way to my place, Mirabella explains to me how her father has run away from Romania a few years ago, how he has managed to make lots of money abroad, and how he has sent her money from there, to help her buy a small apartment, only for her. She also tells me that, after she shall finish the faculty in Romania, she shall get started with the formalities to leave, officially, Romania, for good, and go to her father. She has also explained to me that the financial compensation for the studies, that she'll have to pay if she leaves, is only ten thousand dollars, while abroad, this may not cover, as expenses, not even a single year of studies... Well, folks, crazy she may be, but not THAT crazy!... After we reach my place, I ask her if she can afford to drink some whiskey, without risking any complications. She agrees, so that I bring a bottle, glasses, and start some ambient music, then sit... I haven't mentioned that she's got a beautiful, very dark hair, contrasting with her white skin, especially in the dim lights that I have arranged in my room. After she finishes her glass, she comes in front of my chair, takes me by the arms, making me stand, then, smiling at me, starts unbuttoning my shirt. I try to do the same thing to her blouse, but she refuses: "No, please, just bare with me, let me be in total control"... Well, at least, I manage to unbutton my sleeves, fact that doesn't seem to bother her. She takes off my shirt, with a very little help from my side, then she kneels, and takes off my shoes. Her following move, is to unbuckle my belt, then works at the button of my jeans, then the zipper... She drags them down to my ankles, so that all I have to do is raise a little my feet, one at a time, and let her take off my jeans. With my shorts, we follow the same procedure, and, here I am, with my throbbing dick pointing at her. She looks at it, gives it a kiss, then, gently, pushes me back on the arm chair. "Don't move, please, and... don't stroke it. Don't even touch it! Please!" She then moves towards her arm chair, and starts taking off her clothes - it's not strip tease, or something, she's just getting undressed, as if she is at home, alone. She piles her things, neatly, then she approaches, and takes mine, doing the same... All she has done, from the moment she has kissed my dick, until now, didn't take her more than two minutes. She is now back in front of me, knelt between my legs, leaning her arms on my knees, while she bends and starts licking my dick a little, then starts engulfing it. My brain is focused on a single idea, to ask her how satisfied is the priest, or the priests of her ministrations, but, even if I may be young and stupid, I'm not THAT stupid... After the head of my dick reaches her throat, she presses a little there, then slowly, but really slowly, starts taking my dick out of her mouth. Mirabella - English Version Her tongue, meanwhile, is moving almost as fast as the propeller of an helicopter around my dick head, while she arranges her face in such a way that I can clearly see what she's doing, and how she's doing it to me... Mirabella starts a very pleasant - from my point of view - journey with her tongue and lips, towards the base of my dick, continuing with my balls. At this moment, I need to make a comment: "Honey, please, just one thing - I don't like them sucked"... She stops, looks at me, and smiles: "You're not the only one"... She licks and kisses my balls, making sure that they are fully coated in saliva, then starts her journey towards the tip of the dick. Again, she slooooowly starts engulfing it, until, again, I can feel her throat, and how she pushes a little more, then back out. Suddenly, while my dick is out, completely, she stops and tells me: " God! How I love to suck it! You're good! You don't spill your jizz in one second! By the way, I don't want you to tell me when you're close. I love to be surprised"... It's my turn to say something: "Honey, I surely won't be able to surprise you, you'll sense the way I breathe, the way it pulsates"... She smiles, raising her shoulders a little, since my dick is already occupying her mouth... She stops again: "You have put the perfect music! I would like to be sucking you till tomorrow!" She doesn't wait for any answer, she's already engulfing me again... The way she moves and what she's doing, clearly tells me that she's not in a hurry, but, by now, it's already been a half of an hour. I'm just wondering where the heck does she get that energy for moving her tongue without getting tired... All of a sudden, her stile changes. She lets my dick head touch her throat, then, extracting it, applies some suction, without letting it out anymore. Finally, in five more minutes I'm done. I keep my word. I don't tell her, but the moment I'm almost exploding, she starts humming. When the first jet hits her mouth, it's only my dick head inside her mouth, but she keeps her tongue in such a manner, that my dick head is pressing into it. In the back of my mind, I'm wondering: is it possible that such a good cock sucker won't eat the sperm?!? After a minute, or so, she surely hasn't swallowed, but she slowly lets my dick slide out, then I can see how she moves, with her tongue, somewhat, my sperm inside her mouth cavity, on her inside of her cheeks, she even pushes a few drops, coating her lips. Gosh! She's tasting my jizz, almost as if she would be tasting the quality of a wine, or something... I feel the urge to ask her if it's good, or something, but she's so absorbed by her activity, that I don't want to interrupt... Believe it, or not, but it takes more than five minutes, before, smiling a little, she engulfs, then licks her lips... I'm only wondering: is she doing it for me to see, or is it really her pleasure or curiosity?... She then raises, grabs her glass of whiskey, says cheers, and drinks a little, taking care to wash the sperm coating from her lips. Then, she looks me in the eye: "Are you man enough to accept me as I am, or do I have to go and wash my mouth?" I frown, making a really serious face: "May I move now?" She's startled: "Yes!" I stand up, take away the glass from her hand, put it on the table, then... I embrace her, and kiss her energetically, sticking my tongue into her mouth, as deep as I can... After a few minutes of working on her like that, I stop, let her be, and go and grab my glass, I say cheers, I sip, then I look into her eyes: "Did that answer your question?" "...Completely!" I suddenly remember something: "Mirabella, still, I do have a flaw"... She looks at me, expecting for me to continue: "I do not kiss, lick, eat, or however you may call it, cunt" She bursts into laughter: "No worries! I have Andrada for that! And, anyway, we only do it to please some masculine eyes"... Gosh, I only hope that she won't start confessing about her... clients! I need to change the subject: "What would you say if we take a shower together?" She giggles: "Why? Haven't I cleaned you good enough?" Then, in a serious manner: "I've taken a shower right before going out, at the cafeteria"... I ask Mirabella if I can pour some more whiskey: " Yeah, but only for you"... I'm seriously asking myself, how crazy is this girl, finally? We smoke for a while, being somewhat silent, but a pleasant silence, accompanied only by the music. Mirabella is just studying my music catalogues... After some time, I cannot tell how long, I can see and feel my dick asking for some more action. I say "Mirabella!" and point, with my finger, towards my crotch. She smiles, puts the catalog away, then comes and, kneeling, this time, grabs me by my dick: "So, naughty boy, you need some more!" Then, she starts stroking it two or three times. Then she just stops, looking into my eyes: "And... what would you like?" I'm bewildered: "Err, hmhm... isn't it obvious?!?" She smiles at me, in a salacious manner, while I'm already caressing her hair... "Do you want pussy, big dick?" I mimic the face of a dog, with tongue out: "Ye! Yeh! Yeah!"... She jumps on her feet, and, as a soldier, stands in front of me: "Yes, sir! Very well, sir! But... first, you have a task to fulfill"... "Come on, girl, don't torment me! What is it?" "You'll have to slap me, slap my face! Real hard!"... Gosh! Slapping girls, real hard or not, I don't have such a habit, and, further more, it's against my principles! "Mirabella, shouldn't I better kiss you, caress you, your beautiful boobs, those soooo suckable nipples!" "No effect! Sorry!" "Then, what would you say about slapping your ass?" "Just the same, no effect!"... Shit! I cannot do that! I just tell her... "Then, dear boy, I shall only suck your marvelous dick, and... this is it!" I sit and think... She continues: "But this girl will really be unhappy and... not satisfied!" She then grabs my hand, makes me stand in front of her, and, nice and easy, shows me how my palm should land on her cheek"... I jump at her and start kissing her, for some minutes, then start kissing her neck, meanwhile trying to reach her clit. She doesn't let me! She simply pushes me: "Slap me! What's so fucking hard to do it?!?" "No way!" "What?!?" "Nooo waaaay! You've heard me!" The moment I finish saying it, I can see her hand flying towards my face. She has really, but really, slapped me hard! I've almost lost my balance... I turn my back to her, and, with a trembling hand, I pour some more whiskey - actually, I have filled the glass - all the contents of it floods my belly in only seconds... I grab a cigarette, light it, and drag from it as if it is my last cigarette, before my execution... Mirabella continues to stand still. After more than five minutes, she is still in the same position. Then, I stand up: "Now, wench, if this is what it takes to fuck your slutty cunt, then... get ready" She tenses: "I'm ready!" My right hand jumps from my hip and slaps her beautiful face. She looks at me, and while laughing, asks me: "Well, big boy, is THIS what you call a slap?!?" Now, this is final! She has brought me to the point of no return. If I slap her with my right hand, I risk to see her falling with her head towards some furniture. I use my left hand, but, this time, I'm convinced of what I'm doing. Her head, followed by her body, jumps toward the bed, where she rolls and hits the wooden protection towards the wall with her elbow. It hurts, I'm sure... She stays like that, for a minute, but I let her stay in that fetal position, since... I'm expecting a call. The phone rings. It's my mother: "Is it everything all right, dear?" "Yes, mother, just a little accident, but no real consequences"... I then go and start massaging Mirabella's hand, arm, elbow. When she turns her face to me, I can see the marks... I can only say "I'm sorry!" And, honesty, I really am. She smiles, but when she does it, I can see the pain on her face: "You are the man!" She then embraces me, dragging me between her legs. When the position is right, she grabs my dick and helps me stick it in... I grab a pillow, help her put it under her ass... She looks into my eyes: "I presume that, after what I've just done, I cannot ask you to be gentle"... Yes you can! Consider that you have already asked me to be gentle, but it will only happen after exactly five minutes. You can watch the clock!" The soles of her feet are already on my chest. I bend towards her, making her knees almost reach her shoulders. I check. The penetration angle is perfect. "As I've said: five minutes! You can start counting... NOW!" The moment I push, with wrath, I can feel her cervix taking it hard, absolutely painful. She isn't even stretched yet! My second blow is even worse than the first. She tries to escape, but no chance, since I'm strongly holding her shoulders. I know that her hands are free, I could see that she's trained... "Woman, if you try to hit me, or stop me any other way, you're dead meat! I promise!" She bites her lower lip, signaling with her head that she won't... The third blow is even harder than the previous two, but now I have reached the moment when our pelvises collide... Luckily for her, after two minutes, or so, she's stretched - still painful, but not like the first dozens of times... I already feel an ocean of pity, but... I've promised to her five minutes, so that five minutes will be! The moment the five minutes are done, I stop. She suddenly opens her eyes, full of tears: "Gosh! Don't stop now! Fuck me fucker, punish me!" God! I've forgotten she's crazy! She reached to like it! Rough! For real! I increase the frequency, and I also diminish, a veeeery little the force of the pushes. She grabs me by the hair, dragging it, caressing it! Suddenly, she practically yells: "Stop! Now! Push it deep!" She's shivering, breathing like there is no tomorrow, while her cunt is milking me... In a minute, she's done, so that I start rubbing her clit with my pelvis. She grabs my ass cheeks with her hands, encouraging me to amplify the moves of my hips. Another five minutes, and Mirabella is trembling again, full of perspiration, just like I am... "Look, I shouldn't be fertile this period of the month, but... after this... I'm not sure... Anyway, accidents happen... If you like, you can fill my cunt with your juice, I am officially entitled to abortion, so, no worries, and no costs"... "Yeah! No costs, but only the health risks for your body!" "Gosh! How I love it! Fuck the risks! Fuck me!" "And if I don't, what? You will slap me again?!?" "Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!"... "Lady, there are three choices: your belly, your mouth, or your back door"... She looks deeply into my eyes: "What's the best choice for you?" "Back door"... "It bloody hurts, over there, but, for you, I will do it!" "Forget it! I've already caused you too much pain! I don't want to destroy you, I only want to fuck you!"... "Gosh! How I love the way you are destroying me!"... I cannot help, but giggle: "Here, baby, I'll keep on destroying you, and, the moment I feel like exploding, I shall try to reach your sweet mouth - if I manage - if not, it will be spilled on your belly, tits, face, wherever I manage to reach!" Enough with the conversation. I'm sure that her legs are aching by now, but, honestly, I love this position. She hasn't protested, yet, so that I get started. The pause for the conversation, or the blow job at the beginning, just hold me from exploding another ten minutes. Finally, I'm there! I jump on my feet, letting her legs free in the air, then I move towards her face. The first jet goes straight on her chin, but, by now, she has already grabbed my ass, holding me tight, catching my dick with her lips, sucking it for a second, then starts taking me in, until I can feel her throat. I lean to the drawer and give her a napkin. She just uses her hand, to take the sperm from her chin, and guide it inside her mouth... When she's finished, she licks her lips, then grabs the napkin and wipes her lips with it. She then turns towards me, and, with the other side of the napkin, wipes the perspiration from my forehead. "Now, baby, will you give this girl a kiss?" We kiss for a while, then we lay on the bed, faces up. She touches her pubic area, then looks at her fingers, as if to check if she doesn't bleed: "Gosh! It stings as a blister!" Then, she gently touches me down there: "How does it feel?" "Not exactly like a blister, but it stings. I agree"... Now, honestly, I don't know about Mirabella, but I surely feel like taking a shower. This time, she agrees. While shampooing her inner labia, and she's jumping, since she's sore, I just ask: "Now, baby, how long does the slapping thing keep this sweet thing open for me?" "Only until I leave"... "Do you mean that... if we see each other again, I'll have to"... "... Yes, but not THAT hard! Luckily, this time I don't need to pay a visit to the dentist!" I kiss her: "Sorry" "Don't be! I've deserved it!"... Sore cunt, stinging pelvic area, but, until the morning, we've fucked again, this time her on top, but after twenty minutes, or so, she's simply asked me to let her suck me dry... We've exchanged our telephone numbers, and she's mentioned that, if, for several days, she wouldn't answer, I can always leave her a message via Jim, since she's somehow correct, and tries to go to school each and every day... After two weeks, she was the one who has called me, inviting me at the cafeteria, but we've only eaten some ice cream, since she's told me that she had something to attend the following day, and she couldn't afford to be sore... Now, honestly, I was a fucker, but, with all the Arab and African students, in and around Bucharest, I was feeling some reluctance, in spite of the fact that she has explained to me that she was always having safe sex... Finally, there were so many young girls, "open minded" who wouldn't even dream to fuck a foreigner, not even have a coffee with him, so that I didn't really need to call her, even if I knew that she wouldn't charge me... Furthermore, the idea of having to slap her face, wasn't attracting me. It was already summer, when only fate has made us meet again. It's two o'clock in the afternoon, but I go out, although the sun is literally melting the asphalt, making some ladies, with thinner heels at their sandals, look very attentive not to remain bare footed... At the corner of a street, while waiting for the light to turn green, I see Mirabella, walking proud, with high heels, but real large base, on the other side of the street. The noise of the traffic makes me stop my first impulse, to shout, calling her name. I simply wait for the green light - I shall reach her in no time. Suddenly, I hear the sirens of the militia cars, and one of them stops right in front of us, and a uniformed agent jumps from it, stopping us from crossing the street. Shit, if Mirabella reaches the hotel entrance, where I suspect that she's going, I won't try to find her inside... Luckily, it doesn't take long until the official cars speed in front of us, so that the agent lets us cross. I speed, running, and see how Mirabella is, in fact, only passing by the hotel entrance, continuing her journey. The moment after, I can see her turning towards the entrance of the hotel, gesturing and saying something. It's clear that she's started a fight with someone, then, all of a sudden, I see three guys jumping from inside, on the sidewalk. I stop, amazed, confused, trying to calculate how to act. Even from this distance, of less than twenty meters, in fact, I can realize that they are some informants of the militia, who are making a so called living, exchanging, unofficially and illegally, foreign currency to various visitors of the hotel. They are a very low character people, but, unfortunately, and, of course, unofficially, they are under the protection of the militia... I do have a problem here - the girl, being a whore, even if still at high school, may also be an informant, and, also, if I ask my father's help, his so many connections might inform him about the girl's status, and he would surely be mad at me for dealing with such trash... Blood tests, and who knows what else!... I'm still a teenager, remember? Suddenly, I cannot believe my eyes what I see! Mirabella lets her purse fall on the asphalt, then jumps from her sandals. The following moment, one of the punks is receiving a direct hit in his neck, going backwards, holding his hands at his neck, another one falls on the ground with the hands holding his knee, while the third, who has managed to grab her by her hair, receives a beautiful blow in his sternum, from an elbow that makes him forget about grabbing girls by their hair on the streets. I hurry towards them, since Mirabella, instead of getting her purse and sandals, and disappear, starts shouting at them, calling them various names and so on... I quickly bend, recover the purse and sandals, give the purse to Mirabella, then, with my free hand now, I grab her by the arm, and say: "Run!" I know it very well that somewhere in the hotel, in the lobby, or in the restaurant, there are militia representatives, dressed in civilian clothes, who, if they manage to catch Mirabella, will surely put the blame on her, and not on their informants... Fortunately, Mirabella listens, and she starts running, very efficient, since she's now bare footed. I'm sure that the three informants couldn't see my face, since one was having a very hard time trying to breathe, the other one was trying to reach at his heart, while the third, from the way he had his leg flexed, was probably needing a few months in a plaster. Furthermore, they were all laid down... Luckily, I do know the neighborhood very well, and so does Mirabella. We manage to arrive in a secluded place, in the neighborhood of the grocery market, where I let Mirabella have her sandals on, then we just mix in the market, among the clients. I buy some fruits and vegetables, I don't care what, just to look like normal clients, then, with all that, we reach Mirabella's apartment. I ask her to go into the shower, then, when she gets out, refreshed, I ask her to get dressed with other clothes, while I grab the used ones, emptied hand bag included, and put them in a large non transparent bag, and add, above, some of the veggies that we've bought. "Now, Mirabella, here is the plan: I take all this stuff with me, and, hopefully, nobody will recognize me. When I reach home, I call you. Then, with your hair arranged in a loop , and, eventually, some sun glasses, you come at my apartment. See what you bring with you, since, most probably, I won't let you leave my apartment for a day or two"... She looks at me: "Well, but... why?!?" "Just because these people, the militia, I mean, are furious now, and they are digging everywhere for some witnesses, descriptions, and so on... Now, if they cannot do shit in maximum three days, if none of the guys you've hit, dies, which, I hope, isn't the case, the inquiries will be drastically diminished - those guys are just minnow, not sharks... On the other hand, if you have the darn bad luck to be recognized by someone there, best is if they cannot find you at home. Mirabella - English Version You do have all the reasons in the world, to do not be at home, since you are on your holiday. If the worst happens, and they insist searching, when you will tell them that you've spent these days at my apartment, they will think hard, really hard, if to go there"... Mirabella has insisted that I throw away the clothes that she's used during the attack, so that we've spent our afternoon, and a very good part of the evening, cutting, with some scissors and a knife, the incriminating clothes, in tiny little pieces, flushing them to the lavatory, taking greatest care not to clog the flushing system. Luckily, the whole event has happened during a sunny day, and Mirabella was wearing a very short skirt, and a very thin blouse... I've encountered a few problems cutting the bag, but... we've managed. After almost a week of quality time, spent together, making ourselves seen in various places, together, and, since at three days after the event, going with Mirabella at her place, to take some more medication, when she has asked an old lady, a neighbor, if anybody has been looking for her, the answer being negative, we've considered that we can get back to our lives, but not before Mirabella got herself a boyish haircut, with some spots of blond in it. And... yes! Except for the night after the incident, we've been fucking each and every night, but not before I did my duty to... slap her! The third night, she's even made fun of me: "See? You've almost started to enjoy it!"... After a few months, close to Christmas, Mirabella, in spite of my advice, took some friends of hers and went with them at the restaurant of that darned hotel. Afterwards, she came to my place, very enthusiastic, telling me that she hasn't spotted any of the assailants, and that, in fact with so many young good looking girls around, even if they saw her, they couldn't recognize her. Anyway, until I've lost contact with her, she has always kept her hair short, and even completely blond, sometimes... After finishing high school, we've continued to see each other sometimes, but, more and more seldom. About her need to be slapped before having sex, all that I could find out was that it has been something connected to her father... After hearing that, I haven't insisted anymore, so that I leave the matter to each and every reader's imagination. If she has left Romania, for good, I cannot tell, and, honestly, I don't really care... In spite of the fact that we did spend some good time together, excepting the slapping thing, I'm still wondering, some times, why the heck, when Jim has told me, on the way to the cafeteria, that the girl has some mental problems, I didn't turn around and get back home. THE END Mirabelle Mirabelle was a slip of a gal. She wore her hair tied back in a loose pony-tail. In her plain yellow linen dress three inches above the knee, and her white pinafore; it looked like a uniform. The house was painted white with brown boarders, and they had a little garden cutoff from the rest of the open scrub-land rimmed with a light blue picket fence. There was a tree too. Jack worked all day, and Mirabelle looked out of the kitchen window for him at 5 O' clock sometimes. She never saw any animals, or wild ones. They were the only house up there on the hill. At 5 O' clock she could see above the weather when it was there, and looked through the rain falling down on the houses of the town far below. She liked cleaning the house, but was afraid of the spark in the weather. "Could windows stop it?" she wondered. But the raging heat never came up, and the hot flint always went down. Mirabelle liked when it went down, and she cried for the people she imagined hiding from it: Her nails were sharp on his head. There were never any dirty clothes in the house. Mirabelle washed them all: But not when the lightening hunted the people in the town below, then, she hid under the table scratching between her legs with trimmed nails. Jack would come back and they would eat. He always beat her at Monopoly, and she sulked. They didn't have a television set. They were too far away. She beat Jack at pinochle. So he always wanted to play Monopoly. They went to bed early. Mirabelle would always dry the clothes too much, and have to throw a wetted towel in the dryer and run them around again for a while. They both frowned at wrinkles, but Mirabelle was only mimicking jack's grimace to get out of it. Mirabelle was just five foot six and a quarter and loved to chew-the-cud on one of her triangular shaped pubic hairs - she was rather coarse down there. Jack would leave off the quarter when he spoke to his friend about her. Her breasts were larger than one would expect for a mere slip of a gal - let alone being already a woman: Her turds ranging from nine and fourteen inches in length, but more importantly, two-and-a-half to more than four inches in girth. Yes! She was a woman alright. Why, she had taken it in the stink-hole from someone in her past! But, not from Jack... His stork couldn't open her up to four...but, she had visited the delight with someone, and he had to have worn big shoes - and she loved it so. Her rear was big enough to balance her out well, and it smelled of things she ate...when it made a noise in her knickers. She made jack build a laundry room far off in the side of the garden; apart from the afternoon sun. She would scratch the shaved area of her when it sweated. Jack wondered at the redness of her vent and caccy-hole following hot wash days. Mirabelle liked scratching her holes. She hated Jack's questions. She cut off her two nails short, so she could scratch her rings longer - with less abrasion. Laundry rooms away from the sun, along with a couple of short nails meant extended scratching and less questions from Jack in bed. She spent lots of time in there - the hot laundry room, I mean - as opposed to the bed. Mirabelle wanted shelves put up for her soap-powder boxes. She wanted them high up so she had to stand on a couple of foot stools to reach them. Jack wanted them lower. Mirabelle let Jack beat her at pinochle, and the high shelves went in the way she liked. Mirabelle loved the smell of Jacks leather brief case, and would empty it out and push her face inside to breath. Jack was taking a bath or something. Mirabelle made Jack push the washer and dryer as far over to the left in the laundry room so that there was as much of a gap on the right side to the wall that there could be. She wanted more room, but she could manage with a little bit of effort. Her arm and leg scraped on the wall. Jack mowed the lawn. When Mirabelle was 14 she read something scribbled on the toilet door at school. For almost a month she went to bed early after that. She bought a packet of darning needles. There went from very thin to big. In all it took her over a month to do it, and longer to heal. She put her father's duct tape over her mouth, and learned to put Vaseline on her lips first-incase she cried out, but it was worth the pain in the end. She had rubbing alcohol from her mother's bathroom medicine cabinet in a washed-out old ink bottle. For years after the smell of alcohol brought back memories of hours of agony. Jack didn't drink anymore. Mirabelle would cry if he did. She could smell it on his breath. When he parents thought she was asleep, she would get the stuff out; the tape, the Vaseline, the ink bottle and the packet of needles. Starting with the smallest it took more than a week to get the thinnest one through on the left one. She couldn't believe that nipples could hurt so much. She couldn't run around for a while, it was too painful for her. Working non-stop for over a month she had gotten the largest needle through both of them. She couldn't touch them for weeks. She would put ice on them as often as she could. They stopped hurting in the end. She would think about all of this when she did the washing. She always dried the clothes too much. She couldn't help it. When the pain went Mirabelle got the cotton thread and spent a long time picking out the perfect hair brush to fit her; to buy. She went to bed earlier that night with the tape, Vaseline, hairbrush, cotton thread and the needles. They had healed. She didn't need the ink bottle anymore. She threw it out. One day before the Jack built the laundry shed, Mirabelle was drying the clothes. Jack wasn't the most he could have been in the bedroom. He was tired. Mirabelle would bend over in front of him pretending to pick up a bit of lint from the floor. Some times it worked for her. She had a big rear for her size, and it was very firm, and had none of those purple stains from old pimples on it. She made sure she scrubbed it everyday with the loofah in the tub. It was a very clean one every day it was clean, but the loofah was worn out in the end. She was very hairy, and it tickled Jack's nose. Sometime he frightened her by letting out a great big sneeze. They would roll around and laugh, and laugh, but Mirabelle always made Jack finish it; even if he complained about his sore neck. She would slap him on the head, and dig her nails in his scalp. Jack didn't know, but she got mad! Then all was calm after and she would sleep like a baby. Usually Jack would be left awake rubbing the back of his neck. He had to get up early tomorrow. She forgot the time standing in front of the washer and dryer. She was thinking about the needles. When the spin cycle turned on she found herself pressing he pelvic region hard against the washer. Jack scared her. She forgot the time. When she turned around Jack looked puzzled, but then a laugh broke across his face. Mirabelle had been drooling all down her chin, and her eyes were glazed over. Jack pointed, and Mirabelle made some joke and grabbed a cloth to wipe. She was inwardly mad. She had almost finished. Jack asked her if she was wearing a new perfume. He liked it. Mirabelle was not. Paint was peeling at the far edge of the garden fence. Jack said it was a bubble in the paint that a bird had picked at. He had some spare in an upside down can. He saw the tip on television at his friend's house down in the rainy town far below when he dropped by on his way home. He wished he had a television to look at the tips himself. Mirabelle wanted a shed in the garden to put her washer and dryer in with a window to see Jack coming and high shelves so that she would have to get two foot stools to get the soap, and she wanted space on the right. Mirabelle wanted all of this. Jack could have his television with its twenty five foot high antenna and his tips, they were so far away, but Mirabelle needed this, and Jack was just going to have to get it for her anyway he could. She wanted it and that was that. Mirabelle had to have it soon, or, or...Ooo! She was furious! She slammed the pillow on the bed and bent over twice to pick up lint. Jack was asleep. She scrubbed it very hard the next day and threw the loofah away. It fell to pieces in the tub. The washer was 36 inches off the floor. Mirabelle had longish legs for her body, but a short midriff. Her inseam was 28 inches, she knew this, and she wore her suit trouser bottoms half inch above her ankle. Her ankle was two inches off the floor. She wore white sneakers around the house with a three quarter inch sole. Mirabelle was five foot seven with her sneakers on. From her crotch to the floor her inseam was thirty one and a quarter inches off the floor with her sneakers on. She was mad, mad, mad---Oooph! And practiced picking lint off the floor in the mirror for hours when Jack wasn't there. It had to look natural. If she opened the legs too much then it fell out of the side of her gusset, and looked funny. Not enough and it was hidden. But if she got it just right, then it would bulge and fill the gusset almost to breaking point. He couldn't possibly miss that, could he; could he...? Mirabelle had a reach of barely six foot with the washer and dryer in front of her. She practiced and practiced until her back hurt, in the mirror, but she found a clever way of surreptitiously pushing everything she had there out toward the back with her right hand just as she bent over with her legs about 20 degrees apart at the business end. The gusset filled out like an unfurled spinnakers full to the brim. She was astonished at the sight in the mirror, and thought that maybe it was too much for Jack? It was almost too much for Mirabelle. It was enormous! She busted several gussets clean apart practicing. They blew out with a muffled kind of zanggg sound as the elastic recoiled. Sometimes it was as though a bearded carp opened its gaping mouth to swallow its pray, and in an instant the entire hammock was swallowed and the carp shut its lips again. This wouldn't do. What would he thing? The sight even frightened her. Mirabelle burned the wreckage of her panties before he came home. What else could she do? How could Mirabelle explain that her underneath parts had destroyed several brand new panties? Jack would never do it again no matter how much she slapped him or dug her finger-nails into his balding head if he knew. Mirabelle spent hours reinforcing the stitching of her panty hammocks, until she could go shopping for heavy-duty ones. She didn't care too much what they looked like, they just had to hold up to the force of a full spinnaker, that looked like it was mistakenly launched during a gale. But they needed to be somewhat skimpy. It was a very fine balance that had to be struck, strength versus style. She spent lots of time thing on the subject, and wondered if other women had similar problems. It was a real dilemma for her. She worried so, about it all. Jack knew nothing, other than he was feeling a little fatigued these days. She made him soup and told him he had a cold. He went along with it, hook line and sinker, like the carp did too. That carp was a hungry beast! Jack lost weight no matter how much soup Mirabelle ladled down his gullet. He had to wear a hat not to show the Band-Aids on his bald spot. He told his co-workers that he fell head long into a barbed wire fence. When he was questioned why he had a barbed wire fence in the first place he couldn't think of anything to say, and blurted-out that he thought all houses should have one to keep large animals out of the garden. When his friend asked him what kind of large animals he was talking about, he sheepishly said that he didn't know and blushed. They left it alone, and he dropped his file of papers on the floor. He had to have a word with Mirabelle on this. She wanted the shelves to be at least six foot four high, because the first steps of the step stools were 8 inches. Everything fit now. Jack wanted them lower to do away with the stools. She wanted it this way and sulked and didn't pick any lint off the bedroom floor for a week. Jack measured six foot four and hammered away, and the new full gusset plan worked wonders. There was not a bit of lint to be found on the bedroom floor after a bit, but Mirabelle had some set aside in a box under the bed for this. That weekend Jack put up the barbed wire fence in case his friend came to visit. Mirabelle said she didn't like it. Jack muttered large animals under his breath. Mirabelle said what large animals? Jack said he didn't know again. Mirabelle made more soup for jack, and really thought that he was coming down with a cold this time. Jack liked the soup. Mirabelle knew nothing about it all. Jack had taken off the band-Aids, and bought film for the camera incase a large animal wondered near to the fence. He had to clear his name at the office. He might hire a farmer to come with a hog and a horse. How could he explain it to Mirabelle though? He called Nancy his mother out of the blue in the week from work. Nancy was worried. Jack never called her. She wanted to know if everything was alright. Jack reassured her that everything was just fine. Nancy asked Jack why her was calling her. He said he didn't know again. He was sweating, and turned red. Jacks friend asked him if he was feeling alright. Jack nodded yes and grasped his head with his spare hand. He opened one of the scabs on his head from Mirabelle. Jacks co workers looked at him with blood beginning to trickling down his forehead. Jack hurriedly said that Nancy sounded under the weather, and that perhaps Mirabelle should go visit for a few days. Nancy said she was worried about Jack thing this. Jack said that he has a cold, and Mirabelle was making soup for him on a daily basis. They hung up. Jack went home early. He wasn't feeling too well. He made a note to himself to cancel the deal with the farmer tomorrow, now that Mirabelle would not be going to visit her mom. He got home and Mirabelle put him to bed and threw lint on the floor when he wasn't looking. She had to bend down several times to pick it up. Jack couldn't focus properly. Mirabelle pushed too hard the last time and Jack had a start! Jack asked Mirabelle what was that noise then? Mirabelle asked Jack what noise was that? Jack said that zanggg kind of noise. Mirabelle changed the cold cloth on Jack's forehead, and said she hadn't heard a thing. Mirabelle threw the broken panties into the pot-belly stove in the kitchen to burn. Jack drank his soup in the bedroom. Jack mentioned that there was a pile of lint on the bedroom carpet by the mirror. Jacks head started bleeding again. Mirabelle said she knew. (continued in chpt.#2). Mirabelle and Me Ch. 01 Something happened to me the other day that I never expected – I fell head over heels in lust with a big woman. It started when I was in my local market on a hot summer Saturday afternoon. Cruising the fruits and vegetables aisles, I was lost in concentration picking out some prime mangos when I felt my Achilles tendon erupt in fire. I buckled to the ground from the pain to hear a startled gasp and cry from behind me. I turned my head to see my attacker – the shopping card that had run into my tendon was being pulled back by one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, her face stricken with horror at what she had done. In a second she was leaning down by my side asking "oh my god... are you ok? I am soooo sorry!" I couldn't really say much. This woman was so beautiful I was unsure of which took my breath away – her amazing eyes or the throbbing fire sensation still gripping my tendon. Beautiful olive-toned skin with green/ golden eyes framed by a face that could grace any model magazine all wrapped up with lush long flowing dark chocolate hair; this woman looked like Ella McPhearson with one obvious difference. She was a much bigger woman than the model could ever be. I finally found my voice... "Do you always try and take out people who are in the way of the mangoes?" I asked with a smile to show her I would be ok. And then she smiled and lit up the room. This woman, this big woman was doing things to me that I never expected. Normally I am attracted to smaller women with tight little hard bodies just made for fucking but this was different. This woman was beautiful and if you had to slap a label on her she would definitely fall into the BBW category. Her hips were broad and her chest was enormous but she also had that hourglass figure that said woman, not girl. As I slowly raised my glance towards her face she had to stand around five foot eight tall and if I was a gambling man I would have put her around 200 pounds. When my eyes met hers I knew I had been busted for completely undressing her with my glance. "That's what you get for being in the way of my mangoes" she laughed as she leaned down further, held out her hands and helped me up and introduced herself. "Mirabelle" she said as she held my hands in hers and looked directly into my eyes. As she helped me up I semi buckled as I put weight on my heel and lurched into her big chest. I have never been happier than in bed with a big chested woman, spending hours playing with a big set of breasts is one of those ultimate lazy Sunday afternoon delights than I never tire of and this was a set of breasts that defied physics - huge pillows of breasts that were completely erotic. "Now it's my turn to apologize... I'm Aaron and I'm so sorry for the – um – intrusion" I replied, still a bit tongue-tied and now beet red in the face. "And for your information they're my mangoes – each and every one of them" I grinned. She laughed pure and crystalline, like a chime. We both stood there looking at each other for what seemed a short lifespan. It would seem that Mirabelle was as tongue tied as me, which I took in as a great turn of events. "How's the heel feeling?" she finally asked. "I'm fine but my ankle hurts pretty bad" I joked. "I'm heading home for a hot bath with a mango daiquiri... that should take care of it" I winked. "No you don't ... heat's the worst thing for it right now!" she replied sternly. "Well, not the daiquiri – that may help a bit" she winked back. "And what then do you recommend Dr. Mirabelle?" I asked. "First of all thank you for addressing me properly" she grinned "and secondly you need ice and ibuprofen to reduce the swelling, then wrap it up, and then tomorrow you can use heat – that is if you're tough enough" she giggled. "So you're really a doctor?" I asked as I regained some balance and tested a little more weight on my ankle. "Yep and I have the bedside manner to prove it." Damn – there was that smile again. And she was flirting with me to boot. Now I really don't think all that much of my appearance but I have been told that I am handsome and elegant with a great sense of humor and with with a great ass – their words, not mine. An old girlfriend nicknamed me Pierce, as in Brosnan, (she thought it was a cute play on Pierce Arrow what with my first name) so I guess I have something to offer in the looks department though I am certainly no 007. I stand at just 6 foot, 185 pounds with silver streaking my black hair. The one thing that I was blessed with is a nice big cock which stands proudly at a thick 9 inches and is almost always ready for a good time. "I'll tell you what... to make up for being such a klutz, let me take care of that" she said as she looked downwards. She had been talking about my foot of course but then quietly gasped. To my embarrassment I realized that I was sporting a huge erection, something that I hadn't noticed due to the pain and situation and it was quite evident as the slacks I was wearing were loose linen and tenting lewdly as I had gone out of the house sans underwear as I tend to do when just running a quick errand. "I didn't know I could illicit such a response by taking a man down with a shopping cart" she laughed. "If I'd known it was that easy to turn men on I'd have been running into them a long time ago!" she continued grinning like the Cheshire cat. "My god Mirabelle, I am so sorry. This is certainly an embarrassing way to meet such a beautiful woman." I asked earnestly. Something happened then that surprised me completely. Mirabelle turned an immediate deep crimson and her eyes filled with tears. "What's the matter? Did I do, say something wrong?" I asked. Mirabelle reached up and brushed a tear away. "No. No you didn't! Thank you for trying to make this whole situation better – that was really sweet of you. I, I have to go..." she stammered and with that she turned and started to wheel her cart off in a hurry. I was dumbfounded and struck with paralysis but even more, I was amazed at how her big round butt was driving me crazy as her summer skirt swayed side to side with her strong stride. I quickly decided what I had to do so abandoning my cart I limped as fast as I could out the door and waited to the side of the exit. Shortly she emerged and headed for her car. Luck was with me as she didn't see me approach her from behind. She was placing her groceries in the back seat of her car so I did the only thing a reasonable lust struck fool could do. I lay down in the parking lot behind her car and then loudly cleared my throat. Thankfully she heard me before getting in and backing up. "Oh my god! What are you doing? That is dangerous and stupid... why would you..." Mirabelle was sputtering mad but I held out my hands and started laughing at the scolding she was dishing out. She was pissed but I could seem a gleam in her eye that she understood the situation all too well. She reached down and took both my hands in hers and saying "idiot", helped me up. "So why did you do that dumb stunt Aaron?" she asked. "I did it so you would have no choice but to say yes... after the way you ran out on me I figured just asking for your number was not going to work" I replied. "Yes to what?" she asked slowly. "Dinner, cocktails, a movie, a stroll along the beach, long talks on the phone, coffee, clipping coupons, tiddlywinks, laundry, shopping, brushing teeth together.... anything that's going to allow me to spend time with you." I replied. Mirabelle looked at me with the strangest questioning look I have ever encountered. "Look – I can't believe how beautiful you are. I don't know what it is but I just feel completely at ease with you... which is a bit odd considering the maiming you handed me right from the start. Who are you Mirabelle?" I asked "Don't keep saying that" she said. "What are you talking about" I responded. "Please stop saying I'm beautiful. I'm fat and feel so completely unattractive these days" Mirabelle said quietly. "But you are... truly and magnificently beautiful – even if you don't see it, I certainly do" I replied. As we stared at each other her eyes were tearing up again. I didn't know what else to do so I reached around her and hugged her and to my great pleasure I felt her slowly respond by wrapping her arms around and hug me back. I felt her shaking in my arms and was confused. She was sobbing. I was also a little embarrassed as my erection, reinvigorated with contact, was now trapped and pressed between us. Her scent was arresting. My nose was engulfed in her hair and all I could do was keep inhaling the estrogen that was flowing from her body blended with whatever she had used on her hair that morning. It was completely intoxicating and invigorating to the point of driving me mad. I realized that we had been hugging for over a minute so I whispered in her ear "please please please let me take you for a drive and a glass of wine... don't say no or you'll break the trance you have me under!" Mirabelle pulled back a bit to look in my eyes. "You're serious aren't you?" she asked. "Let me guess – you haven't gotten laid in a while?" She asked with a teasing smirk. "That doesn't matter Mirabelle. It's you that I need – to know, to spend time with, to gaze at that smile and hear your voice, and that laugh.... Yes, I'm serious about this! And for your information I got laid last night." I grinned. She looked at me with serious intent and took a moment gazing into my eyes. Gone were the tears; now there was something else - it was there that I wanted to go. "Ok" Mirabelle said quietly as she coyly glanced downward to where by penis was pressed into her. "I suppose you want to do something about that don't you!" she said a softly. "Well, yes – of course ... but first things first – I want to get to know who you are first. Is that ok with you?" I replied. "This certainly was not how I imagined a trip to the market would turn out" she responded. At this point I had completely forgotten about my heel but as I shifted it almost gave way again to the pain and I winced. "Now you're milking it" she laughed. I assured her I was not... "no Dr. Mirabelle, it really does hurt but I am willing to do whatever it takes to be with you today." I replied. "You want to amputate?" To be continued in part ii Mirabelle and Me Ch. 02 Continued from part i As it turned out, Mirabelle lived only a quarter mile away from me so with a plan in place she and I went our separate ways. She went home to take care of her groceries and I went home to shower and wrap my ankle. An hour later there was a ring at the door. Opening the door took my breath away, again. She was standing there with her hair tied back in a long flowing pony tail which reached halfway down her back. She was wearing an emerald green silk blouse and it was damned obvious that she had abandoned her bra as her nipples were creating an incredible erotic dance as those huge breasts danced freely. Fresh but subtly applied makeup highlighted her already beautiful face, and a light perfume filled every part of me. I couldn't stop looking at her when she abruptly brushed past me. "You seem to get tongue-tied when you leer at me" she grinned. She shut the door behind her and gently pushed me against the wall pressed her lush body into mine, wrapped her hands around my head and kissed me full on – a tongue-dueling five minute kiss that was both soft and sensual and urgent at the same time. Her enormous chest was pressed into mine and my cock immediately sprang to full life again rising up quickly to press hard against her pussy. This big woman had a full on sexual effect on me that no other partner had ever had. She pulled back and looked down grinning. "I wanted to get that out of the way and see if it was the shopping cart or me who got that monster going" she said laughing. "Guess it really was me" she grinned as she reached down and gently grasped my cock, stroking the length of me slowly. She held me through my slacks and purred appreciatively, seeming to judge everything about me by what was in her hand. I looked down at her chest and saw her two huge nipples jutting out and doing some tenting of their own. "Looks like I'm not the only one with an erection issue at the moment" I grinned. She did nothing except thrust her chest out a bit further. "Yes, they seem to like you – quite a bit" she grinned back. I decided to return her boldness and reached up, cupping both of her huge heavy breasts in my hands and gently ran my thumbs over her nipples. That sent an electrified shock through her – damn I love a woman with sensitive nipples. She arched her chest further into my hands for a moment and sighed, smiling and backed away standing before me flushed with her breasts slightly heaving. We both took a moment, looking at each other and regaining some composure. "So my injured Mr. charming... where are you sweeping me off to?" "Never mind... I hope it will be a nice surprise. You like wine?" I asked. "I love it when I taste something good but never have taken the time to learn much about it. For me I'm afraid it is usually a glass of house red or white which I normally wind up regretting because I just don't know what to order" she replied. "Oh good! That means I get to look worldly and smart and cultured" I laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?" she shot back. "I have a secret weapon to wield with you" I laughed. My face was hurting at this point because she had me smiling so much just having fun bantering back and forth. "Ok wine boy... are we going to stand here staring at each other and wondering what the other is like in bed or are we actually going to go somewhere and 'get to know each other' like you said?" My goodness this woman could be direct. I gulped and sidestepped her to grab my keys off the hall table. "This way then – I want to know everything about you. Consider that a first" I laughed. I gently spun her around and directed her movements to the garage with a bit of body steering. Stepping into the garage, I pressed the opener and led her over to my weekend toy. A fully restored British-racing green Triumph TR6. Great for sunny days with the top down and not good for much else, but it sounds so sweet and really is a blast to drive. "You're going to take me out in that?" Mirabelle asked. I was crushed! I had spent 3 years rebuilding my toy to a mirrored perfection and she hated it. "Well, yes... I was..." words failed me. She immediately grasped that she had hurt me and became really embarrassed. "No you silly boy... I absolutely love your car; it's beautiful what you've done with it... but with your ankle – I know that is a manual transmission because my ex had an old MG and they are quite similar... you won't be able to walk by the time you get us to any seduction spot you have planned." She purred – looking at me with sympathy running an open palm hand along the side of my face. Now I felt the total idiot. Of course she was right. "Well it's either that or we can take the boring Explorer... your choice" I responded. "How about if we take mine and if things work out and we hit it off more than we seem to be, you can take me out in your little green seduction toy next time when your ankle is healed?" she asked. She then leaned in and whispered directly in my ear "Besides – you really won't need your cute car to seduce ... consider me a done deal unless you turn out to be an asshole this afternoon..." and with that she turned and started to walk towards her car – a beautiful old Benz 600 also nicely restored – rare, powerful and expensive as all hell. I whistled appreciatively – especially since she had obviously wanted to impress – this was not the car from the market lot. "Deal... so doc, my only request is that if I do anything or say stupid things that start endangering a second date, just tell me so I don't head down a path I can't turn around from.." I replied. "Ok – you just entered that realm. I never, ever go by the name doc." She laughed. I followed behind her to watch the stunning big globes of her ass sway and of course she caught me. I was lost in the view of her obvious exaggerated sway when she looked back and grinned. She didn't say a word. Off we went in her car and as I gave directions out to my favorite place. My place. I couldn't help but stare at her. How was it this truly stunning, smart, witty and accomplished woman was both really cool and available. I knew there must be some story there but decided to let it come out on its own as I knew it would someday. As I kept looking at her I marveled at the size of her – her chest as I mentioned was truly magnificent. Her legs were powerful but smooth and toned and her hips that flared out met a belly that while not flat, was certainly erotically sexy and curvy. And then there was that V. Hidden from view when we were in the store by a skirt, she was now wearing elegant khaki shorts that clung to her curves in a really appealing way. I had noticed when we were still at my place a tight outline of her pussy and the broad split between her lips that just begged indulgence. It was all so distracting that I didn't hear her question about where to turn now that we were stopped at a t-intersection. "Cat got your tongue Aaron or were you thinking about other things... like sex?" she grinned. Totally busted! "Yep – you're right – I was completely lost, daydreaming about you sprawled naked in the sun on a blanket somewhere. Truth be told I was wondering how you taste?" I grinned at her. "Oh my – and I thought I was kind of forward... what am I to do with you?" she laughed that beautiful laugh. "Well – for starters, we could go somewhere and make love all afternoon and night..." I sighed. "We'll just see about that..." she said and placed the tip of her finger on my lips, then pushed it in my mouth. Excited would not really be the word to describe the flood of energy that coursed through my veins at that moment. I responded to her intrusion by swirling my tongue slowly around her fingertip while gently sucking away at it. "Mmmmm" was the only response I got from her. At that moment we got blasted from behind by a horn that sounded as if it belonged on a fucking train. We both exploded in laughter.... "Take a left here" I directed and within a mile we pulled up to my secluded place... romantic yet fun, with incredible food and a wine list that embarrasses many other establishments. "Wow – I've heard and read all about this but never had any idea where it was" Mirabelle stated. "Kind of over the top for a glass of wine isn't it?" I had pulled a ringer in choosing the location. I was a part, but mostly silent owner. The two other partners involved were very old friends – both of them passionate and extremely competent in their respected roles of executive chef and general manager. I was the wine guy on the side – not my profession but my lifelong passion and when the chance came up to be a part owner of a project that had zero chance of failure because of the people involved, I had jumped at the chance. That was over 15 years ago but I didn't tell Mirabelle any of this. I had made a call before she arrived at the house to warn them I was coming and to play it cool. We drove up to entrance as I directed and as is custom to the restaurant, from out of nowhere a young man came over to open the doors even though we were early, and whisk her car away to the lot. As he was nearing my side he spotted me through the glass and with a wink I knew word had spread to treat me just like any other guest. The place is beautiful and secluded but is always booked solid for months in advance so even I was taking a chance showing up last minute. It was ownership rules that guests always came first no matter what. Luckily it was still early so the dinner shift was still mostly in final prep mode but the back patio would be open and peaceful. As we walked in the door I got kind of busted. "Aaron.. what the hell are you doing here?" came a shout from the office just inside the main old beam and iron door. The GM Jerry though it would be fun to pull a couple of punches and see where they landed. "Hey Jerry... just thought I would show this beautiful... um, Mirabelle, one of my favorite places and grab a glass of wine or 10... and maybe some food if there is anything available before your customers show up tonight" I winked so that Mirabelle couldn't see. He caught on and reeled it back in. "Sure... park yourself out back – it's really awesome out there this afternoon and quiet... should I send out a wine list?" he smirked. Yeah buddy ... back at me in spades! "That would be fantastic Jerry... thanks!" I responded. Yes – I know the 78 page wine list and inventory down to the bottle. I guided Mirabelle through the west dining room to the French doors that led out to the patio. The place had been run down when we took it over and the first thing we did was work our asses off for a year – called sweat equity - to create a Garden of Eden out back. Custom wrought iron trellises and bowers were home to climbing roses and jasmines, a couple of lovingly tended Tempranillo grape vines and some hops. About 40 raised beds past the four secluded tables grew all of the salads, flowers and herbs the kitchen and dining room uses every day. Everything in the garden was in full vigor and the sound of a hidden fountain behind a wall of some sort of clematis leant this little tucked away spot an air of magic. "You're terrible" Mirabelle laughed as she punched me playfully in the arm. "How's a girl supposed to escape your clutches with this all around? Is there a hidden bedroom out here too for when the girls get too crazed and just have to be ravished?" she smirked. "She's not supposed to escape... you're doomed!" I grinned. Jerry came out shortly with water, fresh brioche and a wine list being every bit the professional he is, not betraying a thing. I knew exactly what I was going to order but made the pretense of perusing the list for a moment anyway. I placed the order and Jerry – the kidder – did his best Monty Python faux British snob accent... "very good sir, and will there be anything else?" "No, thank you... now please hurry along... the lady's thirsty" I teased. Jerry rolled his eyes at that one – I knew he'd get his own back. "So – I take it you come here often?" she asked. "Not as much as I used to" I honestly replied. "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked. "It's kind of a long story and I'd rather hear something, anything about you – your life, what you do, what you like, what you don't like... anything and everything – I'm all ears!" I replied. "Hmmmm - a good looking man who doesn't want to talk about himself? Either you're every woman's fantasy or you're a serial killer in cognito!" Mirabelle responded. "Definitely not the later and I think you'll get tired enough of hearing about me sooner rather than later. Now spill the beans.... What is such a gorgeous woman doing alone in this life? Please Mirabelle – if you feel comfortable, tell me who you are." Just as Mirabelle was literally opening her mouth, Jerry came back with the wine and two beautiful highly polished Riedel stems. Mirabelle cocked an eye and said "it's pink." "Yes... and...?" I replied. "I hate to tell you this but I don't really like pink wine. It's too sweet. Kind of surprised you do..." she said. I just grinned while Jerry poured her an ounce. He looked at me with that 'you really should be the one doing this' look. She took a tentative sniff and then a little sip. Her eyes lit up and she swallowed the rest instantly. "Oh my god – that's fantastic" Mirabelle gushed. I just smiled as Jerry poured the glasses perfectly. "Welcome to the world of southern France in a glass and real rosé Mirablelle; may it serve as a magic carpet to lands undiscovered, flavors new, and romance never before imagined" I said as I raised my glass in toast. She stared into my eyes as our glasses chimed and Jerry made a discrete exit. We spent the next hour talking about everything under the sun. Mirabelle captured me in that hour and I felt emotions that I hadn't felt for anyone since my first serious love. She told me she was an oncologist and professor at the local med school and about her divorce and much more. As our sun started to go down and our bottle emptied, Jerry came out and said our table was ready. "Really? I don't remember anyone making reservations? How did you...?" Mirabelle looked at me questioningly. "I got us covered – if it's ok with you? I guess I may have overstepped here but I though since we both need to eat ..." I realized that I may have totally overstepped my bounds. "Oh damn – I never asked if you had plans... I guess I assumed..." I was quickly turning into a blithering idiot right in front of this woman. "I'm so sorry Mirabelle – if you need to, or want to go..." She leaned over, took my hand in hers and pulled me forward until we were about an inch apart. "Thank you – I can see you're sort of torn up over just being a guy and just doing things without asking. How's this for an answer?" She leaned in and gave me a slow, soft and very sensuous kiss, squeezed my hand and then backed away with a smoldering look in her eyes and said "let's eat!" As Jerry led us through the dining room Mirabelle whispered to me "My friends and I have tried to get in here but every time I tried they said it was a 9 week or more waiting list – how did you...?" she trailed off as we went through the kitchen doors and led to the chef's table. Mirabelle looked around kind of timidly and asked "is it ok to be in here?" Jerry smiled and said "nothing but the best for yourself and Aaron my dear." "I never knew that you could eat in a kitchen!" Mirabelle laughed as she took in the busy world around her. Line cooks finishing their prep and mise en place, dishes of all sorts being racked for plating, the busy work of a kitchen doing their final chores before service. All of a sudden a flame erupted from the line, shooting up the hood and there was Eric, head chef extraordinaire grinning like a fiend, jumping something in a pan as he laughed at the shock on my date's face. "This is too much... Aaron, you're a dear! But now I need to find the ladies room... for more reasons than one" she winked. I gulped for more reasons than one. I knew the game would be over now. Down the hall there were pictures; a lot of pictures – of the three partners and the progress of rebuilding the place over the years, awards and articles, etc. Oh well. I hadn't told her anything about me so I guess it was about time. I swallowed hard and stood, taking her hand in mine and said "right this way..." As I led her down the hall to the restrooms I watched her face as she took in the memorabilia. She stopped at one with me holding an international magazine grand wine award and surrounded by several very famous faces. "Just a lucky guy who happened to be buying mangoes huh?" she smirked. "Guess you forgot to tell me something? I'll be back in a bit and then we're going to talk a little bit about you for a change." She eyed me with a look that was a mixture of suspicion with humor and curiosity. I went back to the table and Eric came over with two shot glasses of calvados. "Courage my son" he laughed and as soon as they had appeared they disappeared. I took about twenty minutes before Mirabelle finally showed up again, with her arm draped through Jerry's. They were laughing. I was sunk! "So Mr. Aaron, owner, wine guy, business guy, author, chef, gardener, bricklayer, all-around great guy, this and that and what else Jerry? Oh yeah, heartbreaker? All true?" she asked with a touch of teasing to her voice. "When were you going to tell me anything at all about any of this?" Jerry shrugged his shoulders and winked ... "balls in your court pal" and walked away. Yep – he got me back. I sighed and gently took both her hands in mine across the table. "Let me ask you this Mirabelle. What would have happened if I started blurting out what I do, who I am, and everything I'm involved in? I would be just another egotistical, overbearing, conversation-hogging bore. Just another windbag too stuck up to do anyone any good. I used to be so high on myself, my head was so far up my own ass that even I couldn't stand to be in the same room with me. It took a few very hard knocks, some soul searching as to why I wasn't happy with everything I've accomplished and a couple of really good friends – namely Jerry and Eric here and a couple of others – to turn me back into what I hope is a decent guy who can share himself with someone special without having to be the center of attention just because I've had some successes in life. Guess I should have taken you somewhere else for our first outing eh? I could have enjoyed a little bit of anonymity before this happened. Pretty dumb of me I but I wanted you to like me for me – not for this." I said as I cocked my head about at a three star kitchen. She was quiet and sat there just looking at me. For a few moments I thought she was going to get up and leave. Instead she leaned over and still holding my hands, said "I would have said, wrongly mind you – you're full of it. Are you going to order more wine or do I need to look at that phone book you call a wine list and pick wrong?" I burst out laughing harder than I have in a very long time. I stood and raised her up and kissed her hard. She kissed me back harder. The kitchen erupted in cat calls and various lewd suggestions. "Shut the fuck up you deranged hippy fry-flinging degenerates and get us something to eat" I laughed. Eric came over and gave me a big hug. "Guess the cat's skinned eh? Jer said you were hiding out back - man – we were going to mess you up good if you two had started getting too hot and heavy out there. He turned to Mirabelle and swept her up into his arms as way of introduction and said "you break his heart and you're on the next menu hot stuff" he laughed his crazy laugh and went back to sending amazing smells into the room. "Any more surprises in store for me?" Mirabelle asked. Mirabelle and Me Ch. 02 "A few.... Want them now or are you going to be a good girl and wait to unwrap them one at a time?" I replied. I went down to the cellar and brought back a couple of magnums of rosé champagne and a fistful of flutes. To be continued in Part III Mirabelle and Me Ch. 03 I had been given one bit of advice, passed as a note with the dessert plate. "Don't fuck it up man – she's way fucking hotter and cooler than anyone you've ever been with." It was signed by the whole staff. Mirabelle saw the note, grabbed it read it, and said "they've got that right." She took my hand, guided it under the table and right to her crotch. Steaming hot and damp would be an understatement. "Get me out of here and take me home right now or I'll never speak to you again!" She winked, grinned, and pressed my hand harder into her crotch. We tumbled through my front door. My foot was throbbing. We were full from truly inspired not-on-the-menu creations. I had treated the wine cellar gently but not too gently and we had made out like an entire party of sex-starved ecstasy-munching porn stars at every possible stop on the way home. Everything was groped, pinched, caressed and fondled to the point that Mirabelle said "you're getting sucked and you're going to explode in my mouth because the last thing that's going to happen is you sticking that big dick in me, pumping twice and cuming. I'm going to empty you out first and THEN you're going to fuck the daylights out of me! Right?" "Right" I responded immediately. Never argue with a lady! We went straight to my bedroom – no house tour - and as I proceeded to light the candles that are all over the room and plugged in the mp3 player, Mirabelle stretched out on her side with one leg raised and bent at the knee, on the bed watching me. "I want to see you – slowly" she said. I looked over and marveled at her beauty and her size. Never before had a large woman turned me on so much. I knew I would cum quickly with the slightest stimulation at all but now she was driving me crazy. As I looked at her she smiled and not taking her eyes off of mine, moved her hand down to her pants clasp, undid the button at the top of her shorts, slowly slid the zipper down and then her hand disappeared down inside her panties. It was easy to tell when she found what she was looking for – she looked at me with half-closed eyes and just said "mmmmmmmm" as she arched her back. The effect was brutal on me. Her huge breasts, still covered, thrust out further and her big ass thrust back with a lustful mind of its own. "Aaron – you, you need to start taking those clothes off for me" she groaned. "Keep playing with yourself baby – that is so fucking hot watching you" I replied. "I can tell you like it when I stroke my pussy – look at your pants babe" she said. I looked down and not only was my erection huge but a big wet spot had formed where my head met my slacks. "Oooh I want to taste that honey right now – come here!" she demanded. I moved over to the bed and Mirabelle simply engulfed my cock head sucking at the spot on my slacks making me jump from the contact. And then she came for the first time that night. Her hand was still busy working her pussy inside her pants when she cried out and stiffened up. A huge wet spot spread out at the crotch of her shorts as if she had peed and then she did something that turned me on even more if that was possible. She brought her hand up to her mouth and started licking her fingers. "Oh god... save some of that for me baby" I hoarsely groaned. "Oh don't worry baby – there's plenty where that came from" she grinned. "I hope you like it wet baby because that's what you're going to get with me..." I pulled back from her, dropped to my knees and buried my face in her crotch. This woman smelled like ambrosia... pussy and perfume flooded my senses and I just simply buried my face into her womanhood and nuzzled her soaked crotch. I needed to get our clothes off and now. "Not so fast there buddy..." she grinned. After holding head my head in her hands at her pussy and grinding away for a few moments. She took my hands gently in hers and led me up to stand with her. She pulled me to her and treated me to the best if not longest tongue lashing kiss I've ever experienced. We just stood there, my cock screaming hard between us as we both grabbed each other's asses, trying pull each other closer, kissing each other ferociously as if it were our last meal. Finally I just couldn't take it anymore and I reached up between us and grabbing the bottom of Mirabelles' top I pulled it up and practically ripped it into pieces getting it off her. "I'll pay" I growled as I pulled her back to me with those huge bra encased breasts crushing into my chest. "So much for slowly" she giggled. Then Mirabelle did the same to me destroying one of my favorite shirts. "I'll pay" she laughed as she pulled me back to her and we renewed our lip lock with vigor. Again our hands roamed everywhere. Her skin felt like it was on fire and she shivered with every stroke and fondle I applied. I needed to gaze upon her naked chest. I reached back around her and pulled back a bit looking into her eyes. I hugged her to me and reached around putting my hands on the clasp of her bra and she just smiled and nodded yes. She reached down to hold my cock through my pants. I undid the first clasp and felt her gently squeeze my dick. I undid the second clasp and she squeezed me again. I undid the third clasp and with that Mirabelle pushed me back on the bed. She very slowly crossed her arms up to her shoulder straps and looking at me pulled her bra away spilling breasts everywhere. Never in my life have I ever seen – even when surfing porn on the net for huge tits – such magnificent breasts. They hung to just above her midriff and did not need her hands on either side to create a deep cleavage between them. Her areolas were a light mocha brown and large like little pancakes and her dark pink nipples, perfectly centered, were about an inch long, which had my mouth watering just thinking about playing these beauties until I made this woman squirm in heat! "Do you like them Aaron?" she asked. "Oh god honey they really are unbelievably beautiful. I have to ask... what is your size baby?" "Last time I had them measured for bras they came out as 52 double g's." she giggled. "I have to get custom bras made." She came to me lying shirtless on the bed and grabbed my slacks. "It's time for these to go" and with that she pulled my pants down with my underwear only slowing to gently remove shoes and socks past my feet. She took extra care with my injured ankle though at this point it was feeling just fine. In fact I couldn't have cared less if she crushed it again right then and there. She stood between my legs staring at my rock hard cock pressed against my belly and smiled. "Mmmm I'm going to ruin that big cocks' desire for any other women – forever more..." she grinned. "Now I'm naked and you're not.... No fair ... I'm begging you baby... take it all off... I need to feast my eyes on you too!" I pleaded. She gave me a sly smile, reached for the sides of her shorts and peeled them off slowly bending at the waist as she lowered them to the floor in a puddle at her feet. This caused her breasts to dance along my shins which sent shivers through me. She then slowly stood up. I just couldn't say a thing. Before me stood a goddess – a paragon of womanhood. Her public mound was lightly covered with a neatly trimmed landing strip of dark brown hair while everything below was shaved smooth and clean. Her lips were obviously swollen from excitement and I could see her labia extending past her outer lips. God she was beautiful. "Please Mirabelle, turn around for me?" I pleaded. She grinned and ever so slowly turned around to reveal the sexiest big ass I could never imagine. Two big globes of perfectly round cheeks split by her deep cleft, without a ripple or blemish anywhere were presented to my hungry eyes. When her back was to me she slowly bent down until that stunningly sexy big butt was pointing right at me. She then reached back and grabbed a cheek in each and hand and slowly spread herself open to my gaze. Oh man I needed to love to this woman and bad. My cock was leaking like an old dripping faucet and the room already was perfumed with sex. She slowly stood and turned back to me. "Did you like what you saw baby? It's all for you if you're man enough to claim it" she smiled. All I could do was groan. She then got on her knees between my legs and slowly worked her way up, planting kisses and little licks up further and further until she was face to face with my balls. She placed her face right in my crotch and inhaled deeply. She then did something no other lover had ever done. She took a leg in each hand and gently coaxed them apart, bending them at the knees until I was spread wide open like a woman ready for fucking. And then she started in on me in ways I never had experienced. Looking into my eyes she moved in and pressed her tongue right to my asshole and slowly licked up and down my balls, taking each one in her mouth gently and then moving back down to my ass – all the while staring at me with pure lust. Then she danced the tip of her tongue up either side of my crotch at the juncture of my inner thighs over and over again. She worked me like this for a good five minutes and I was lost. I was squirming. I was moaning like a wild animal in heat and she hadn't even touched my cock yet. Then it came with a sudden ferocity that stunned me. In a flash she had my cock in her mouth and a hand at the base jerking me with skill while her tongue danced all around the head. I was so primed that I moaned out "oh baby I'm going to cum" and with that she clamped her lips around just the head and jerked what must have been ten full squirts from my cock into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed never letting up on me for a second as my orgasm tore through my body. I was seeing stars and grasping for breath, my toes cramped and curled, when I felt her crawl up and plant a deep open mouthed kiss on me. I tasted myself on her and was loving every minute of it – something I had not expected. Her hand never left my cock and was gently stroking it, already urging me back to life. I was having none of it! "My turn! Now get up here and bury me! I'm going to eat you till you beg me to stop ..." I growled. "Yes baby – that's it – need that pussy – crave my pussy – claim it baby" and with that she scooted up and turned around and crouched over my face. I reached up and grabbed her hips and pulled her to my face. I planted may face firmly into her crotch and just started rubbing it everywhere. I could not get enough of this womans' scent and taste – I wanted it permeating everything my brain could store in sense memory to recall at a moment's notice till the day I died. It dawned on me in a blinding flash that this is what is referred to as a chemical bonding – when two peoples chemistry match up in a way that is absolutely perfect. Never had I felt this way, so powerful, so animal, so pure, as at this moment. I went to town! It was my turn to turn my lover into a puddle of quivering delight and I dove in with gusto. From her clit to deep inside her slippery hole, to her anus and back I ate this woman like a man possessed while she bucked and rode my face for all she was worth. She didn't have a choice – I refused to let go of her and held her to me with all the strength I had and just kept worshiping her every nook, hole and cranny. Moaning? Not even close. Mirabelle was wailing with joy and damn if this woman could produce cum like a fire hose. Every time a spasm ran through her she would squirt a little and my god – it was sweet and salty at the same time. Finally it was time. I wanted her to explode like she had done to me so quickly I slid one hand around from holding her and slipped two fingers deep into her pussy and used my pinkie to tickle her asshole, while I sucked her clit into my mouth pulling it even further from its hood. I swirled it with my tongue and the moment I touched her g-spot she clenched her thighs around my head and screamed – and gushed an orgasm from her pussy like I've only heard about. I was being sprayed with an amazing fountain of pussy juice... I was relishing it and wanting more. Mirabelle literally collapsed to my side, twitching and trying to catch her breath. I quickly changed positions and held her to me kissing her face gently. She was gasping in between twitching through the aftershocks of her intense orgasm and then wrapped her arm over me and said "oh baby – I've been waiting for you forever!" just before delivering a passionate kiss that send me reeling yet again. We drifted in each other's arms for a while when Mirabelle softly said "don't think you're done for the night. That cock is going to hurt as much as my pussy and ass tomorrow." Did I just hear right? To be continued in Part 4 Mirabelle and Me Ch. 04 I got up and padded to the kitchen grabbing two big liter bottles of water from the pantry and came back to the bedroom. As I walked back through the threshold I was assaulted by the heavy perfume of sex. Man I could live with this scent forever! Mirabelle, my wanton babe, was on her back with her legs spread wide open with her knees bent playing with her vagina looking at me smiling. With one hand she was slowly sliding two fingers from her extended clit to her hole, dipping them inside of herself and then back up to tickle her clit between them while her other hand was underneath her with a finger fucking her ass. Her huge breasts, nipples fully erect, lay to the sides of her torso jiggling with her movements. What an amazing erotic sight. I just stood there watching her please herself for a while. "Damn baby that is so hot – are you always so horny?" I asked with lust in my eyes, my cock rock hard and sticking high in the air. "You have no idea –I have always been what my ex called an insatiable nymphomaniac" she smiled. "And when I'm with someone that I feel is with me in this, well let's just say anything and everything goes. I hope that doesn't scare you off honey. I want an open and voracious lover who can get wild and kinky but also be soft and tender when the moment calls for it." "Baby – you don't scare me – you thrill me! I may finally have met my match!" I responded. "I just hope you can keep up with me!" I grinned. "He said it was one of the reasons he left – he couldn't, and wouldn't satisfy my needs and desires. He said it made him feel insecure and that he just wasn't into some of the sex I was into exploring" she said with a hint of sadness to her tone. "I like to do all sorts of wild things baby... I just hope you enjoy them too." I came to the bed and handed her a liter bottle of water. "Describe wild for me honey" I asked. "Meanwhile, drink this all up – we're going to need it. And then we're going to have some kinky fun" I winked. She looked at me oddly but grinning. We both drank deeply and putting our bottles down I gazed at this beautiful sexy creature said "are you ready? I need to be inside of you and I don't want to just fuck – I want to make love with you – I want you to honor me - let me inside you!" Mirabelle looked at me with those piercing eyes and then demanded "Get up here, get on top of me and get that fat horse cock in me now... there's plenty of time for all that sentiment – I want you to mount me, ride me and use me for your pleasure and when you're ready I want you to shoot your hot cum deep inside me!" and with that urging I climbed between her legs and looked down at her. A smoldering volcano would be an understatement to describe the look she gave me at that very moment. Mirabelle grabbed my cock, guided it to her slit and rubbed my head up and down soaking me while rubbing her clit back and forth. She was so wet that after only a few swipes along her cunt, slipping inside Mirabelle was easy. She gasped as my head split her open so I took it slowly just pressing an inch at a time and pulling back out. Then an inch more, and then more as I fed myself into her hot body. As I pulled out with each thrust I could feel my cock slick with her juice so I reached down and gathered up as much of her cream as I could on my fingers and then as I plunged my entire length into her, bottoming out at her cervix, I brought my hand up and as I leaned in to kiss her I brought my fingers up and slid them between our mouths. Mirabelle grunted as I hit bottom and wrapped her legs around my ass. We both licked her juice off my fingers and then I rose up on my arms hovering over and staring down at her. "Now lover – fuck me like you mean it! Make my pussy yours!" she demanded. The explosion that wracked my senses was unbelievable. We had been screwing in the missionary position for over half an hour and when I say 'we' it's because Mirabelle certainly was no passive partner. With every thrust, slow or fast, shallow or deep, straight or angled or in circles, Mirabelle used her body in ways that I never knew a woman could by responding with her hips and the muscles in her pussy to every movement I made. At one point she was pulling on her nipples so hard I thought she was going rip them right off her enormous tits but she loved it and growled "soon baby you'll get to tie me down and bite these big nipples and watch me cum just from doing it..." Every time either of us would get close to cuming we would back off to prolong our amazing coupling. Never had I experienced fucking like this before. Prior to this moment it had been amateur hour. This was fucking at its finest most connected and lewdest possible apex. "Oooh baby – yes to the right - get that huge cock up my tubes... oh god yes.... fuck that cunt you stud... " and then she shifted herself so that every time I slid into her I would assault her g-spot... "oh god baby that's so good... I feel like I'm going to pee all over your cock every time you scrape that monster across me there... yes, right there...." When we finally couldn't take any more pleasure she looked at me, nodded and grabbed her ankles holding her legs as wide as they would go. "Fill me up baby – give me your sperm – I want to feel you flooding me with your hot cum all the way to my neck!..." and that's when I almost blacked out from that explosion. Jet after jet erupted from my loins and with each surge, Mirabelle's cunt was right there rippling and milking my orgasm out of me. As I was floating in mid-orgasmic spasms between spurts I heard her wail and then she exploded. Her orgasm was so intense that her juices flooded around my cock and poured down the bed in a torrent. She did something then that I'll never forget. She pushed me off and rolled me onto my back and squatted over my face. I looked up at her gaping pussy and asshole just as she started to pinch her clit and then she came all over my face with another geyser mixed with my cum screaming my name all the while. My heart was pounding and I couldn't catch my breath. We were covered in sweat and cum. Mirabelle quickly turned around, laid down on top of me and like a mother cat cleaning up her kitten, started to gently lick and kiss my face and neck clean of our jungle juice. I couldn't believe how much this woman could cum, nor did I anticipate how much I would come to crave her pussy ejaculating all over me. We both chugged the rest of our water bottles and drifted off into a deep and deeply satisfied slumber. To be continued in Part 5 Mirabelle and Me Ch. 05 I rolled and stretched and reached out to find a very cold and very wet place where my lover had been laying. I glanced towards the window and it was dark outside. The candles were out. I was distraught. Then I heard a clank and clatter in the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief. I got up, donned a robe and went out to the kitchen to find more candles lit and a flurry of activity. There was Mirabelle in one of my white button down dress shirts and nothing else cooking up a feast. The shirt only half-covered her wide round ass and her amazing tits were doing an unencumbered dance with ever movement she made. This was one damned sexy woman! I slid up behind her and wrapped my arms around her belly. She leaned back and purred as I nibbled and kissed her neck. "I was devastated when I woke up and you weren't there... I thought you'd left Mirabelle..." "Mmmmmm... you know baby, all my friends call me Mira and I think we're a bit more than that now don't you?" I smiled at her half-turned face. "Yes – I think we could say that..." I replied. "You were so adorable sleeping and I woke up hungry so I thought I'd do something about that... seeing how it's late Saturday night and I just cancelled my Sunday plans." I smiled... "I like where this is going" I reassured her. "And thirdly we still have a lot of exploring to do. So why don't you be a good boy and go change the sheets so we have something fresh and clean to mess up for dessert" she grinned. "Ok – my turn." I reached for my phone and tapped out a few texts while Mira kept doing what she was doing to the kitchen. A moment later the phone buzzed and chirped its electronic notices and there were the responses. "What's that you did baby?" Mira asked. "Just cancelled all my Sunday to-do's as well" I replied. "Good boy" she replied with a nasty grin. "Now get us another couple of those big waters - dinners almost ready." I went back to the room and quickly changed the sheets and chugged another bottle of water. I took the sheets down to the basement washroom and grabbed a couple of bottles of wine from the cellar and headed back upstairs. Mira had laid out a beautiful lamb and couscous dinner and I offered her the wines saying "your lessons start here... the one on the right is bold and rich but has a bit of tannin to it whereas the one on the left is softer and rounder but with more subtlety to it. Pick one but know this – neither choice is wrong – it's down to preference but each one leads to different consequences" I grinned. "What does that mean?" Mira asked. "Only time and choice will tell my dear" I replied. Mira chose the bottle on the left – a left bank Bordeaux that had the stuffing to hold its own with the lamb. We took our plates and glasses to the living room where I cranked up the fireplace, splayed ourselves out in front of it and dove in. I did not realize how hungry I was but all the sexual exercise seems to have induced a ravenous hunger in more ways than one. We talked and talked about everything. Movies, books, music, travel, favorite restaurants (aside from mine) and we found that we had more than similar tastes – they were almost identical. We laughed and carried on through the meal and the wine until we were finished. All the while the soft dancing light of the fire danced over Mira's form. Her nipples made two delicious points at the front of my shirt which had my cock standing at attention, poking out the front of my robe. We also spent a lot of time in silence just looking at each other, taking time to gaze not only into each other's eyes but brazenly wandering up and down each other's bodies. I really couldn't believe how fortunate I was to find this big beautiful woman who was perfect in every way – emotionally, physically and sexually. We carried the remains back to the kitchen and as Mira was placing the dishes in the sink I came up behind her and took her in my arms. Again she leaned back in to me as I ran my hands up her torso and as light as a feather started to brush just the tips of her nipples with my palms. Mira moaned and shivered and tried to press her huge tits into my hands to gain more pressure but I backed my hands away each time to continue the slow aching seduction of her breasts. I buried my face into her lush hair and breathed in deeply while continuing my nipple seduction. Mira just sighed and said "oh Aaron – do anything you want to baby; that feels so good you're making me drip down my legs." I started to alternate between lightly brushing her nipples to gently caressing the under curve of her amazing tits, cupping her massive orbs and very slowly squeezing, then releasing the pressure I was applying. Then I would go up and gently brush her nipples again which seemed to push Mira into a sexual trance. I had never felt any woman's nipples in the state these were in – literally rock hard and sticking out at least an inch from her areolas. She started to moan and swirl and sway her body and I could smell her excitement and feel the heat radiating off her as she abandoned herself to sensual pleasures. I moved one of my hands down to lightly dance along the crack of her magnificent ass with delicate strokes, stopping to gently play with her asshole each time I got there which elicited soft moans and purrs. Mira was thrusting back onto my finger every time so after about the fifth pass I slowly and gently pushed just the tip of my finger into her ass and very slowly wiggled it around just at her tight anal ring. "Baby that feels soooo good... don't stop..." she whispered. But I did – just to prolong the lust and heighten the need. "There's so much more of that to come very soon" I responded as I gently nibbled and kissed the nape of her neck. I lightly trailed my hand back up her side and back to her breast. "So what are the consequences of the wine I picked" she sighed as I gave each nipple a slow and gentle twist. I stepped back from her. She turned around and put her hands on my hips pulling me into a gentle and very sensuous kiss. I opened my eyes to look at her as we kissed to find her looking back at me. That was one of the most personal, erotic moments of my life. We kissed like that for quite some time – just staring into each other. "A long hot steam and shower before heading back to bed for long slow anal sex" I replied with a nasty grin. One of the things that I had done when remodeling my place was to install a wet/dry sauna that is integrated into the shower stall mainly because nothing beats a good steam and sweat. It was expensive as hell but has been worth every penny. When I redid the bathroom I blew out half of a small office and made the bathroom something of a spa-styled space with a separate tub big enough for two and the shower was made for games with multiple jumbo shower heads and side sprayers plus two integrated benches. It is big enough that an adult can lay on the shower floor if they want to. The glass door seals tight to maximize the sauna equipment effectiveness. Two separate vanity areas with padded bench seating and stone sinks plus a European toilet set with a bidet that was recessed behind a glass brick wall. I also made sure that the broad flagstone flooring had a spring board subfloor to soften the feel of stone underfoot and enable the floor heating heat coils built in. I love my master bathroom! She had not seen this room before, only having used the guest bathroom before. I made Mirabelle close her eyes as I guided her up to my bathroom, turned the lights on so that there was just a soft warm glow, and then told her to open her eyes. She melted back in my arms looking at all the handiwork – hidden and recessed soft lighting, the big spa-like room with three big ficus trees and hanging ferns, skylights and the custom Italian inlaid tiles. It is a very elegant space. She sighed "a girl could spend days pampering herself in here..." "So can a guy" I replied and smiled. I stepped away from her and walked over to the shower and went to the exterior control panel, set it to steam and said "it takes about 10 minutes to crank up and all that water and wine... I really have to pee but you have me so hard all the time baby it hurts. Can you give me a moment?" Mira turned and shed the shirt she was wearing standing there in her lush naked glory and swayed her hips looking at me up and down as she reached down and cupped her pussy. She came up to me so close that her nipples pressed lightly into my chest, looked into my eyes and said very softly "I have to pee really badly too but hold it just a while longer baby... I want to watch you pee in the shower if you don't think it's gross?" She was obviously nervous about this as her eyes, for the first time showed a timid quality. I had a bit of a long time fantasy about experimenting with golden showers that I had never acted on with anyone and now, this woman who was changing my life was asking me to indulge her with something so intimate, sexy and kinky that my head literally swooned with lustful thoughts. I reached up and gently cupped her face and made sure that she looked me directly in my eyes. I very softly explained to her that I had pee play fantasies but had never been with the right person to act on them let alone talk about it. "Does that mean what I think it means?" Mira asked. I leaned into her, wrapped my arms around her hugging her tightly and whispered in her ear "you better save your pee for me too... the shower beckons." We kissed a long soulful kiss, holding each other tight as we moaned into each other's mouths, anticipating a really amazing experience. We padded over to the shower which by now was a glass wall holding back a roomful of steam. I slipped the door open and we stepped in, closed the door and just held each other tightly, gently swaying and letting the heat and steam start to do their work on us. "So how do we do this baby?" Mirabelle asked sounding both sexy and shy at the same time. "I don't know baby – first time for me too" I replied. The shower/sauna was hot and was working its magic, sweat and condensation starting to run down our bodies as we held each other kissing deeply, our tongues dueling slowly but urgently. I slowly started to slide down her body, trailing licks and kisses down her cleavage, then her belly until I came to her pussy. I very slowly started to lick and kiss the top and front of her cunt and reached up to press against her belly. Mirabelle reached down and gently held my head to her crotch. "Is this what you want baby?" she asked as a small spurt of pee escaped from her pussy, trailing down my chest. It was hot and felt good. I lay down on the shower floor and looked up at her through the steam ... "Come on baby – let it go – let's see how it feels... pee on me honey..." I replied. She quickly leaned down and kissed me and said "ok baby – this has been a fantasy of mine for a long time too!" Mira stood up and stood over my cock with her legs on either side of me. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, cupped her massive breasts and let loose her bladder. We had both drank a lot of water and when she started she just didn't stop. Her hot golden stream sprayed up my belly like a torrent and it felt just as erotic and beautiful as I had imagined it would. She opened her eyes and looked down at me with smoldering lust and started to gyrate her hips, redirecting her streaming pee over my chest, back down to my cock and then up. When she started to direct it higher I just smiled and nodded. She let the rest of her pee go all over my face and I loved it. The pungent odor of her pee was intoxicating and I stuck my tongue out just a bit to see what it tasted like. Acrid, salty and tangy with a distinct flavor of Mira's pussy; not too bad actually but the sheer eroticism of what we were doing had my cock harder than it had been all day and it hurt because I had to pee so badly myself. As Mira's flow finally ebbed I raised up and planted my mouth right onto her pussy and took her final dribble of pee into my mouth while swirling my tongue all around her sexual center. Mirabelle reached down and held my head to her cunt and came in another gushing rush of her sweet juice. She was wailing like a woman in extreme heat and I was sure right then and there that there was nothing I could do in my life that could ever top the extreme emotions coursing through me at that moment. Mira lowered herself down to lay on the shower floor next to me and attacked my mouth, holding my face in her hands and sliding her steam-induced sweaty enormous breasts on my side as she came down from her high. We kissed hard and long holding each other tight for a little while until she sat up, then got up and held her hand down to me. She didn't say a word but pulled me into a tight embrace, spun me around slowly and sat me on one of the benches. "You can't pee can you honey?" she asked looking at my rock hard cock sticking straight up against my belly. "I don't know baby – I'll try but I'm so hard it hurts..." I replied as I grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times while she watched. "I have a solution to your problem lover." She sucked me hard for a while then popped my cock out of her mouth with exaggerated sound effect just for fun. Mira then rose, turned around, bent over so her perfect big round butt was right in my face, reached behind, grabbed one of her round cheeks in each hands and spread herself open lewdly for me. Damn I was entranced! I leaned forward and starting at the top of her crack licked ever so slowly down, dipping my tongue into her asshole and then through the furrow of her pussy. I only got to do that a couple of times until she pushed back at me and sat on my lap. "Grab my tits Aaron?" she pleaded. Gladly! I reached around and took a monumental breast in each hand, squeezing and twisting until she started to moan again. Mira began to grind herself into my lap, pinning my cock between her legs. I reached down and grabbed my cock and tried to position it at her sweet entrance but she stopped and shook her head. I didn't get it at all and kept trying to get inside of her pussy but each time she would shake her head and raise up a little. Finally after a few times she reached down between her legs, grabbed my cock and squatted down. She rubbed the head of my penis against her asshole and then slowly lowered herself onto me, slipping me inside of her ass a little bit at a time. A primordial purr escaped from her core as she started to lift herself up and down, impaling her ass on my big prick. It felt amazing though my bladder was really uncomfortable. "Baby – you need to stay inside of me... I'm going to stand up and hold onto the wall and then I want to you fuck me hard – use me for your fuck toy honey – fuck my ass and cum so that you can finally pee.... C'mon lover - cum inside my ass...." She was a woman possessed and I decided to act on her obvious fantasy and take charge. We stood up and I kept my cock buried in her ass as we moved in unison to the wall. I flipped on the shower and the heads erupted as I leaned into her and said "you want me in your ass darling? Well you're getting me now, all of me, I'm going to take you until I've had my fill and then I'm going to keep fucking your magnificent big butt until I cum right up inside you... that's what you want isn't it? Me sliding this big thick cock up your ass baby?" "God yes Aaron, give it me... fuck me hard honey...." She moaned and growled lewdly rotating her anus in circles. I have to admit that I was not a caring lover at that moment. I just got lost in the moment and took Mira's ass for my own. Using her big breasts as handles I slammed into her anus over and over, feeling her tight ring grip my cock like a hot velvet vise. Mira just went into overdrive reaching back and spreading her cheeks as wide as they could chanting "give it to me baby, get her done, use me honey and don't you ever stop fucking me there... yes yes yes... oh harder baby... does my ass feel good babe? I love your big dick deep in me... mmmmm... oh baby you can have my ass any time you need it... " she was chanting with each deep stroke I gave her willing body. It took me only five minutes of pounding into her hot asshole when my balls surged hard and I came deep in her bowels with spurt after spurt to the accompaniment of her chanting encouragement. I was dizzy with the intensity of my cum and with my lust for this amazing woman. With my dick still inside of her, she slowly walked me back to a sitting position on the bench and continued to milk my cock with her ass muscles as she sighed and cooed and came down off her high. A few minutes of milking me she arose very slowly, letting my softening cock slip out of her about a centimeter at a time. When I finally slipped out, Mira took the seat on the bench next to me and took a washcloth, tenderly and lovingly washing my cock and balls. She pulled me to her and leaned into my ear and said – "mmmm yummy and the first of many.... I love the feeling of your cum dripping out of my ass – it's so deliciously naughty honey...now I want you to close your eyes and totally relax so that you can pee for me love..." I flipped another lever on the shower controls and the side jets came on in mist mode. Mira slipped down to the shower floor and gently parted my legs, then sat on her haunches between them and said "just close your eyes baby and let it come... breath deep and let it go for me love..." My muscles were relaxing after that tremendous orgasm and as I slipped into a relaxed state my bladder let loose. I opened my eyes just in time to see the force of the stream I let flow blast Mira in the face to my surprise not only did she not flinch away, she was pulling her big nipples hard and opened her mouth and was obviously swallowing as much as she could. I watched as she let go of one of her big breasts and took my cock in her hand, directing my stream all over her face and then her big chest. Her other hand left her other tit and plunged between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit while my pee lasted. She came so hard that she screamed and even over the sounds of her lust and the shower heads and jets I could still hear her juice hit the shower floor with a tremendous splash. My stream was quickly turning to just a dribble and Mira leaned forward, taking my limp dribbling cock into her mouth and gently licked and sucked the rest of my piss from my bladder while still playing with her pussy. I had just witnessed and participated in the kinkiest thing I had ever done in my life and I was hooked. Not only on the watersports we had just enjoyed and which I hoped we would be repeating very soon, but with Mirabelle too. Finally – a kindred spirit had entered my life and I couldn't be happier. I reached for her face and brought my lips down to hers. We shared a long soft and very sensuous kiss as we felt the shower starting to grow cooler. I slowly rose, pulling Mira up with me and shut off the shower. I just held her and kissed her slowly as we came down from our playtime. "My god baby – that was sooooo hot" Mira whispered in my ear. "I have been wanting someone to do that with me for so long that I just figured it would never happen and just be one of those fantasies unfulfilled" she sighed. "Honey, I feel exactly the same way... where have you been all my life?" I replied, knowing it was a corny line but I seriously meant it. "Isn't it obvious love? Waiting to meet you!" She replied, slipping the tip of her tongue in my ear and driving me crazy. To be continued in Part VI Mirabelle and Me Ch. 06 After our amazing erotic and exotic adventure in the shower we took our time slowly drying each other and getting ready for bed. I was exhausted and Mira was as well. We climbed in under the covers when I reached over and turned off the alarm and pressed a button next to the bed which drew blackout curtains down from the window casement ensuring complete dark in the room. "Would you just be a wonderful man and hold me?" Mira asked. "Baby, for you, anything! As much as I would love to be superman I am worn out... in so many wonderful ways all thanks to you!" I replied. She rolled onto her side and I scooted in to spoon her. As I did so Mira reached back and positioned my cock in the crack of her ass. "Right where he belongs..." she sighed. I reached over her and gently cupped one of her enormous breasts and within minutes the only sound to be heard was deep rhythmic breathing from both of us. It seemed like only a few moments that my eyes were shut but then I looked at the clock telling me it was 9:30 in the morning. Seven hours of sleep and I had a morning hard on like no other. We hadn't even moved an inch all night we were so worn out. I very slowly and gently relinquished my hold of Mira's breast and as quietly as possible headed off to the bathroom. It took a while for the morning hardness to subside so that I could pee and thoughts of the night before and our games in the shower.... Seemed a shame to waste a huge amount of pee but there would be plenty of time for more of that I hoped. After brushing my teeth I crept to the kitchen and cranked up the espresso machine. I returned to the bedroom with two big mugs of steaming cappuccino and a couple of warmed croissants with strawberry jam a sweet butter to find Mira stretching luxuriously and I could smell the sexual heat coming off of her even through the strong coffees and pastry I was carrying. "You think of everything..." she sighed as she looked up at me sleepily. Mira sat up and patted the bed. "Get back in here baby... I'll be right back" Mira said as she arose and made her way to the bathroom. I pressed the blackout button and the curtains rose to bathe my bedroom in the light of a beautiful day outside. I looked at the clock again which was tied into an outdoor weather station - it was already 79f outside – promising to be a hot one. Mira came back from the restroom looking refreshed and radiant. Her hair was brushed out and I could immediately smell the mint from the mouthwash. I watched in awe as she literally swayed across the room and climbed back into my bed. I handed her a cup. "So what do we do today baby?" I asked her between sips. "Repeat performance of everything from yesterday?" she grinned and giggled. "Now that sounds like a plan to me" I laughed. Realistically though I wanted to do so much more so I put my coffee down and looked sincerely into her eyes. "How about if we not only do a repeat performance of yesterday but also throw in some real together time. What would you like to do today aside from getting nasty and using each other as sex toys with pulses?" I asked. "Oh... you mean like doing something that couples would do out in public?" she asked. "Yep – I want to take you out and see the world through newly minted eyes with you on my arm to show off!" I replied. "Besides, with my ankle all healed I think it's time for a spin in the Triumph don't you?" Mirabelle looked at me adoringly but there was something there in her eyes that said she was thinking about something. "What is it honey?" I asked. "You know I don't feel good about myself Aaron. With all this extra weight on me I just don't feel like anyone would want to have me around these days. It's why I react the way I do when you say words like 'beautiful' and 'sexy' to me." She answered. "Mira... my dear Mira... you are truly a magnificent woman in all the right ways! So what if you don't slot into anorexic glossy mag ideals of what women are supposed to look like. Do you want to conform to the media's idea of current culture sexy? I have zero hesitation in saying that you are stunningly beautiful and the sexiest woman I've ever had the pleasure to know. I would be proud in any situation to have you side by side with me no matter where we are, anytime, anyplace" I told her. Mira's eyes started to tear up and she gently reached over and cupped my face and kissed me with such tenderness and love that I started to tear up as well. Not only that but my cock immediately rose to full attention which became obvious as the bed sheet rose along with me. As we kissed, Mira started to roam her hands over my chest, gently pinching my nipples. Then she reached down to find my cock and discovered my huge erection. Wrapping her hand around it she purred and simply growled "good boy". "So what are we going to do about this big hard cock honey? We can't go out with you needing a warm wet place to nestle into all day now can we? He needs to be drained of all that yummy cum so you can be presentable in public" she grinned. "You can do whatever your lustful heart desires darling" I replied as she grabbed my sheet-encased cock and started to stroke me. Where the sheet met the tip of my cock, a wet spot appeared. Mira swung around and engulfed my penis breathing her hot breath around my shaft. It felt wonderful and I was lost in a second to her ministrations. Mira was stroking me and sucking me with the sheet still mummifying my penis but that didn't last too long. She stopped what she was doing just long enough to fling the sheet off of me and then resumed her expert blow job. I was laying back lost in time and space, floating with the angels and feeling loved. Mira was taking her time hitting all the right places. She popped my cock out of her mouth and started to take long slow licks up my shaft finishing each track by tickling my cock just underneath the flared head with tip of her tongue as if she was licking a clit. From the base of my sac to the tip of my penis, she kept this up driving me crazy. After about 20 minutes of long slow and tortuous licks, she again lifted and spread my legs, lowered her head and started to lightly flick my asshole with just the tip of her tongue. The stimulation was intensely pleasurable and kept me at a heightened level of lust that had me grinding my ass back towards her tongue trying to get more contact with each touch. Mira let go of one of my legs and reached up to grab my hand that was clutching at the sheet by my side. I thought she wanted to just hold hands but she had other ideas. She guided my hand to my rock hard cock, wrapped it around it and started me stroking my cock while continuing to lick my asshole. I got the idea and looked at her between my legs as I stroked myself. She had that look of lust and love in her eyes, like a tiger crouched and attentive on the prowl, as she moved closer and started to wiggle her tongue into my ass. I was in the throes of intense physical pleasure when I felt her tongue leave my back door to be replaced with the tip of her finger. As I kept stroking my meat for Mira's eyes, she very slowly slipped her long middle finger inside of me. The intrusion from this woman was more than welcome, unlike some earlier experiences with other lovers, I welcomed her anal play. She slowly withdrew her finger from my ass and as I watched her, she reached between her legs and covered her fingers with her slippery pussy juice, then brought them back to my asshole. "Does my baby like this?" Mira asked as she easily slid one very slippery finger back inside of me. All I could do was groan and moan and nod my head as I jacked my cock faster. I kept my eyes locked on hers as she picked up the tempo, matching my faster strokes each time all the while making sure to apply pressure to my prostate gland with each stroke. I had never felt anything like this in my life and couldn't help but stroke my cock faster and harder with each passing moment. Mira reached her other hand up and encircled the base of my cock tightly using two fingers as a cock ring to prevent my quick release. All the while she kept plunging her finger in and out of my ass while I jerked my cock. Damn I needed to cum badly but her grip on the base of my cock was keeping me from squirting my load. "Baby, I need to cum... please... " I panted as my body ached and writhed so wonderfully with the need for release. "Very soon darling... just keep going... you have no idea how wet I am watching you stroke that beautiful big cock while fucking your sexy ass" she replied as she then opened her mouth and started licking, sucking and kissing my balls. It was all too much – the intense stimulation from so many points had me right on the edge of an explosion. My brain was in overdrive and my body was writhing with a mind of its own. "I'm going to explode baby" I managed to scream out. Mira quickly reached up and covered my stoking hand with hers, scooted up so that my cock was aimed at her face and started finger fucking me faster. With the release of her tight grip around the base of my cock, and her hand on mine speeding up my masturbation coupled with her digit inside of me, I felt like I blew the lower half of my body out the tip of my cock. The first huge volley hit Mira squarely across her entire face, followed by at least a half dozen more, diminishing a little with each spasm. I was literally seeing stars dance in my eyes as Mira started to slowly and gently rub my twitching cock all over her cum-drenched face. When I could finally see a little straighter my lover had my cream all through her hair, all over her face, in her nostrils, and dripping down her neck. She was purring like a kitten as she used my cock like a paintbrush to cover every millimeter of her pretty visage. Suddenly Mira got up and climbed over me, turned around and squatted over my face. I looked up into her pussy and ass as she reached down and with just a couple of flicks of her clit and a guttural moan, unloaded a torrent of her own cum all over my face. She squirted a least a pint of her cunt juice as I reached up, grabbed her magnificent big ass and brought her down to my mouth. I was only able to lick her twice before she jumped like I'd prodded her with a branding iron. She collapsed on the bed twitching and convulsing through the remnants of a massive orgasm. I watched as she brought her hands to her face and massaged my cum into her skin with a soft smile playing. The bed was a glorious disaster. There was cum and pussy-juice soaked spots everywhere. As we calmed down and our breathing slowed to normal she stretched and rolled toward me. "A girl could get used to all this really hot sex..." she smiled. "So could this horny old goat like me, but I've got other things on my mind so arise my beautiful girl and let's get a wonderful day started" I replied. Two hours later.... ...we were puttering along the coast in my beautiful old Triumph after getting cleaned up. We left with the bedding in the dryer, the outdoor birdfeeders full, the cat fed and windows wide open to air the place out. We had stopped by Mirabelle's place where she changed quickly into a summer outfit. Her place was stunningly beautiful and though I only hung out in the living room, it was elegant, feminine and lonely all at the same time. I noticed that there were dozens of pictures of her with other women in various places but no men which peaked my curiosity. Before I could explore too much she emerged from a back room wearing a light and flowing short summer skirt and a very sexy print blouse, toting a duffle bag and simply said "ok – let's go." Mira put the duffle in the small trunk, opened the door and just before she sat down, lifted her skirt to show off a beautiful naked and bald pussy then grinned at me like candidate running for re-election. This promised to be an interesting day to say the least. It quickly became apparent that there is a serious disadvantage to having an old fashioned stick shift and separated bucket seats when you have a beautiful and very horny woman by your side, especially on the winding road we were on heading south down the coast. The sun was bright and the top was down. Mirabelle's long, rich, flowing hair was billowing gently in the breeze and her skirt was pulled up around her hips. We were puttering along with some Grateful Dead jamming on the one concession to modernity that I had done to the car when rebuilding it. A great sound system is wonderful and essential accompaniment to the open road! Sugar Magnolia was caressing our ears while Mira caressed herself gently and almost absent mindedly. After we cleared a short tunnel we were on the high coastal bluff road with nothing in front of us for 40 miles until we reached the coastal town we were heading for. Now that the TR6 was in 4th gear I reached over and covered Mira's hand with mine to help her along. She smiled but shook her head no and gently took my hand, brought it her mouth, kissed each finger slowly and put it back on the gearshift. "I don't want to cum honey, I just want to play. There's time for your greedy lustful needs ahead of us all day... but you won't get any of this if you crash because you're playing with me. Fun story to tell if we survive don't you think?" I looked at her in both lust and love. Nothing like a dose of common sense to bring some reality into your day to day! I grinned at her and had to agree and she, being kind, removed her hand from twixt her legs, brought her fingers to my mouth and let me suck on them for a moment. Approaching the back of a pack of preposterously dressed bicyclists, I had to get back to earth and quickly downshift to a crawl until we came to a slightly wider spot where I could pass a pack of about 50 neon and lycra-clad saddle junkies. Mira decided to torture a few of these poor riders and quickly unbuttoned and opened her blouse, revealing her enormous chest encased in a skimpy string thing that was really not up to the task. Since we could only pass the peloton at about 5 miles an hour faster than they were peddling, each of these riders, men and women, certainly got an eyeful of Mira's bounty. Talk about Eros coming down from Mount Olympus and blinding the lustful with her charms! There were comments, whistles, and some dangerous two-wheeled swerving happening and in the interest of both stopping the torture and not wanting to ruin the day by having Mira switch into emergency doctor mode, I got to the front of the pack and upshifted, stomped on the gas and sped away. "I had no idea you could be so mean" I grinned. "You bring out the best in me darling" she laughed back at me. The rest of the journey was uneventful except for the beautiful scenery which was spectacular. As I slowed to pull into town Mira put her blouse back on and lowered her skirt. I found a convenient parking spot and came round to her side, opened the door and helped her up out of the low slung car. Mira rose and rubbed her chest right up my torso with a wicked grin. My cock immediately grew hard and created an obscene sausage effect in my loose linen slacks. I too had gone without underwear in hopes of some quick semi-public fucking. "Looks like this morning wasn't enough to slake your thirst baby – damn but I love that about you" Mira whispered in my ear. "Mira - Nothing you could do short of killing me could ease the lust I have coursing through my body and soul for you each and every moment" I replied. I wasn't grinning – I was serious! We kissed for a moment and then had to break it off as the bicyclists came round the corner. The first rider cheerfully cried out "dangerous curves ahead" with a grin to his club as they rode past us into the center of town. We found a great little sunny spot for lunch with an outside veranda overlooking the big sparkling blue Pacific. A little shade made the patio bearable so we ordered a couple of smoked oyster salads and a bottle of Prosecco. We sat in a sun-dappled area and enjoyed the mid-day heat watching the world go by as Mira subtly stroked me to a full hard on under the tablecloth. We finished lunch quickly needless to say. "How am I supposed to get up and walk out of this place with this?" I asked placing my hand on top of hers and squeezing her hand around my hard penis – that felt so good that I kept my hand there. "With pride and your head held high" she smiled. "What are we going to do now baby? Seems like I need to drain that big boy again and the table isn't big enough for me to disappear under so I can have dessert..." she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. The two women at the table next to us pretended that they hadn't heard a thing though the woman sitting no more than three feet from Mira was blushing hard. "There's a beautiful park with lots of trails up the hill overlooking the town about 10 minutes from here.... Want to take a stroll or something?" I asked. "I like the 'or something' part of that. Let's go before I get arrested for mounting you on this table right now" Mira replied loudly, giving my cock a final hard squeeze. I stood up and the woman seated at the next table glanced at my waist; her eyes got wide as saucers and she stammered as she tried to keep up a hushed conversation with her friend. She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and tried to make a quick exit but Mira put her arm around my waist and walked me very slowly through the restaurant obviously enjoying the display I was providing. My cock was full and aiming straight down my pants leg and trying its best to press upwards making it very obvious my condition. "Now that was fun!" Mira smirked as I climbed down into the car. "Maybe for you but I must say that I was a little embarrassed so you're going to have to be punished" I smirked back. Mira raised her eyebrows . "I guess I earned it but did you see the look on our neighbors face? I thought she was going to push her lunch date over the rail and fuck you right there." she replied. "You also didn't hear the comment from the table near the door did you?" she continued. "No. What pray tell was that?" I asked. "The woman with the big red hair smiled at me after looking at your pants and said 'lucky girl' as we were walking out" Mira explained. I grinned and pulled the car out into traffic and replied "I'm pretty sure I am the lucky one." Mirabelle reached over and grabbed my cock and kept stroking me as I drove up the hill away from the crowded touristy town center. We got to the park a few minutes later and pulled into a quiet parking area where there were only a couple of other cars in a lot that could hold a few dozen. Mira kept gently stroking me and leaned in and started nibbling and kissing my right ear, from time to time delicately flicking her tongue all around while whispering "do you want to stick that big cock inside my little cunt honey? She is soooo wet and empty... she needs your big cock spurting your sweet cum deep inside me baby... but only after you fuck your very lucky girl silly..." she rambled on. I reached my hand between her legs to find not only her hand already working away but a nice puddle of her juices coating the seat and her thighs. The bottom of her skirt was literally soaked through. I rubbed my hand in her wetness and brought it to my mouth but before I could lick her beautiful juices off she grabbed my hand and brought it to her own mouth and licked and sucked my fingers and palm clean. "I just love the taste of honey don't you?" she teased. I was ready to explode so I grabbed her hand and removed it from my crotch. Looking down there was a wet spot on the linen the size of a navel orange. Great.... I got up out of the car and grabbed a water bottle for a short stroll into the park. Just as I was coming around to open Mira's door those damned peacocks showed up on their bikes en mass. I tried to hurry us up but Mira repeated her performance from the diner taking her time as the cycles poured around us and pulled up to admire the view. I have to admit that I was admiring the view too as way more than half the group were women – something I hadn't noticed before. Lycra wasn't so bad after all. Mirabelle and Me Ch. 06 A group of women rode around us slowly and started to ooh and ah about my car which I thought odd. Usually it's the guys who want to take a closer look. Mira, keeping her back towards the car to hide her soaking wet skirt started casually chatting away about my classic Triumph and how much fun it was to cruise around in. One of the women introduced herself to Mira telling her she was into older British roadsters as the others made their way around the car and then off to join the rest of the group. I was staring out at the ocean when she stopped suddenly and said "oh my." I knew without looking what had happened. I knew I couldn't just ignore the situation so sucking up some courage I turned towards her and boldly held out my hand to introduce myself. "Hello – Aaron" I offered. "Hello Aaron – I'm Brenda and very glad to make your acquaintance" she smiled looking me up and down, resting on my pants and then back up to make searing eye contact. She quietly said 'holy mother' and went back to chatting with Mirabelle. I quickly excused myself and strolled off towards the trees where the beginning of a path was evident. Brenda was a good looking woman – pretty in a classic well-coiffed and well healed sort of way. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a sporty pony tail with ice blue eyes and a really beautiful face with a perfect toothy white smile. I watched Mira and Brenda talk animatedly from a distance and admired the muscled tone of her body. Nice heart-shaped ass, medium perky breasts, long muscled legs and a flat belly... hmmm ... I couldn't hear the conversation but was brought out of my trance as Mira and Brenda snatched some paper and a pen out of Mira's purse and exchanged some information. After a few moments of more chatting they hugged and I do mean hugged, with breasts mashed together and their bellies touching. They broke it off and with a quick mutual kiss on the cheek, started towards me, waving and smiling goodbye to her new friend. As she caught up to me she looked down and put on a funny pouting face. My erection had subsided a bit and the breeze had dried my own wet spot to a round stain. The dry cleaner is going to have a field day with that one I thought. I took her hand in mine and led her up the trail. "Don't think that you're going to get away without a punishment just because you put on that g-rated show" I laughed. She giggled and replied "I wouldn't dream of denying you your fun sir." We walked along the trail for 10 minutes and found the place I was looking for. A small side trail led to the bluff where it dove into a small copse of trees. I remembered this spot from years before but that's another story. We came down to a small clearing - a tiny amphitheater of trees with the opening out to the ocean and the town to the south and below us. A small four-person picnic bench was in the middle of the clearing making for a perfect secluded spot. "Oh honey, this is beautiful!" Mira exclaimed. "And useful too" I grinned. Mira needed no encouragement. She looked at me and without breaking eye contact reached down for the hem of her skirt and lifted the garment up over her head. She then reached behind her neck and untied the bow that held that overwrought bikini top up and in a second she was glistening in the sunshine naked. "Time for my punishment?" she grinned as she turned around, leaned over the picnic table and spread her legs as wide as she could while arching her ass up giving me an unbelievable view of one hot and very naughty woman. I was out of my clothes in a flash and came up behind her, nestling my instantly renewed cock between her beautiful big smooth cheeks. I opened my palm and smacked her right cheek hard. She lurched and not knowing what to expect from me doing this to her, was thrilled when I felt her push back against my hand that was resting on her ass. "I've been bad haven't I?" she asked. "Yes baby – very bad. From flashing that magnificent chest at those poor riders, to making that woman at the restaurant almost keel over from embarrassment, ruining my pants, and that hot Brenda that you put that show on for me with that hug... you need a good spanking" I said as I smacked her ass hard, quietly chuckling. "Ohhhhh honey, if you're going to spank me you better fuck me too!" she growled as she pushed back against me harder and then started to grind into me. I pushed her back down onto the table, grabbed my cock with the second of lost contact and basely skewered her in one big thrust. Mira growled like a mama lion and pushed back against me impaling herself right up to her cervix. I reached back and brought my hand down to her ass again and she just purred. I was overcome with sensory desires so with the sarcastic comment "that's enough punishment for now" I grabbed her hips and ever so slowly withdrew from her hot wet pussy until just the tip of my cock was splitting her lips. Then just as slowly I slid back into Mira's cave until I bottomed out again. I did this over and over again, feeling every millimeter of her vagina sucking me in and slowly releasing me, grinding my hips in circles to touch every part of her womb and then slowly sliding back out,. I was watching my cock slide out of her, shiny and dripping in her sweet juices, until she turned her head back and said in a pleading little girl voice "I thought you said my punishment was over!" I slid back into her waiting body and reached up, took a massive breast in one hand and pinched her nipple until she gasped. "Honey that hurts..." she whimpered. I let up a little. "No... don't let go baby – I meant it hurts so good..." she mewed as she pushed back into me. I withdrew a little, pinched her nipple harder and slammed into her as hard and as deep as possible. At the same time I slid my finger right up her adorable puckered asshole. Mira exploded – her pussy squeezing my cock like a wet warm velvet vice and her juices literally squirting out, soaking my balls and thighs. She came violently with a force that had her collapsed face down and shaking on the table. I released her breast and leaned back and started slamming into her at a frantic pace, listening to the sounds of her stretched and soaking pussy slurping around my pole. Just then I nearly jumped out of my skin just like a damned cartoon. A voice came over my shoulder right next to my ear. "Fuck her harder – come on – fuck that beautiful woman like you mean it! You can do better than that can't you?" To be continued in Part VII Mirabelle Ch. 02 Mirabelle only half believed what she had read on the toilet door at school, but she had gone so far now that she wasn't turning back; so toodle-hoo, and toodle-pip - she was going all the way, and that felt hip. Mirabelle put the Vaseline on her lips and on the hairbrush handle too, and wiped her finger with a bunch of toilet tissue that she had secured from the bathroom on her way to bed from the loo. Mirabelle spooled out a length of the cotton thread, and threaded both of the largest darning needles, sitting meekly upon a sagging edge of her cross-legged bed, with the same piece of cotton thread. She had her dark t-shirt over the lamp shade to cut out most of the light for her parents. She tied the ends of it together so that the needles were threaded on the loop of thread just longer than the distance between her two. She had felt in the tub that she was still sealed. Mirabelle felt sad for robbing her future husband the experience of breaking through it, but it was hers and she wanted to do it. It felt smooth and slightly elastic. When she pushed, it tingled and sort of burned. She had sharpened the pencil at school, and used it for a while. She was afraid of its newly sharpened sharpness. She tried to see it with a mirror on the floor and her father's flash-light from behind. She couldn't see it. It looked like a picture in a book at school she saw of an oyster out of its shell in biology, or a jelly fish she found on the beach when she was four, and poked with a stick for a long time. The longer she tried to see the smooth thing in there, and pulled the workings about, the redder it all got. It started out small and very pink, but now she was afraid of it. It was deep red and swollen and two, sort of butterfly wings, dropped down toward the mirror now. Everything went quiet around here. The room disappeared around her. Mirabelle could only hear her own breathing, and was only aware of the swollen red butterfly oyster jellyfish thing in the mirror. She was afraid again. She noticed hair growing out of the rim of the oyster. Black ones! But her hair was blond...? She was confused. She tried to pull one out, and almost screamed! Muscles upon her thighs were getting exhausted; squatting over and about the mirror. Mirabelle didn't pay too much attention to the thing behind the middle of the oyster. Mirabelle wondered for a moment though why was it a deeper red approaching brown around the ring center at the back with some hairs too arranged like lots of hands of a clock running around a dark centered puckered crack? What was happening down there? Did it happen to her friends? Did it happen to her mother? Did it happen to Nana, and what about Miss Salter the choir teacher? Mirabelle wanted to ask them all if she could look with the flashlight. What if it was happening to only her! Mirabelle sat on the edge of the bed thinking and worrying. What is happening to me in my panties! And look at these things up here, but she knew that happened to the others too, and the toilet door told her about this...and other things.... Mirabelle's leg muscles were hurting. She looked at the clock. She had been squatting for over an hour, and looking. In-between felt too big to close her legs now. It felt very warm. It was slippery. She didn't understand. Mirabelle had the pencil in her hand. Perhaps she shouldn't do it. She put it in until it stopped. She pushed it a litter harder. She felt the tingle and burn. Then it shot! ...through. Mirabelle let go and the pencil hung there. After some time Mirabelle pulled it out and found the rip with her middle finger. She pushed it on through and could feel it rip the smooth thing. After a while she was open. Her finger had a special fragrance, one she had only dreamed of. Mirabelle tasted it, but it was the smell she liked. It smelled naughty, and dangerous. It felt wonderful...the smell did. Mirabelle felt like...Woman by Pencil. Not Woman by man. Mirabelle smiled...in the wake of her postmortem loss, and her hymen autopsy would reveal - "Death by pencil and finger, rather than by cock". (continued in chpt. #3)