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The Oasis

By: kinkynkazoo



You're sitting behind your computer thinking, what kind of surprise can I come up with? As you ponder that thought, you type a short email message.

Really looking forward to our time together today. Are you leaving work early? you click the send button. 

Almost instantly, my computer indicates a new email message. As I open the email file, I see your secret email address with your message. Thoughts of your naked body dance through my head as I read your note. I immediately reply,

"Leaving at noon. Where should I meet you?".

A short time later, I get your reply. I anxiously look at the clock on the wall.

"Damn, only 9:30 a.m."

It's gonna be a long morning, I tell myself. Upon confirmation from me, you start making preparations for the days activities. You try on different bras and panties and decide to go comfortable, after all, you won't be wearing them for long anyways, you tell yourself.

On the way, you stop and pickup some beer, correctly thinking that maybe we'd like to have a few drinks to start our afternoon. Satisfied with your purchase, you continue to our chosen meeting spot.

Waiting only for a few minutes, my car arrives. I greet you with a, 'burning for you', passionate kiss. You slowly push me away smiling and ask,

"What would you like to do today?"

"Aside from seeing you naked, I'm pretty open." I say.

Giving me my choices of a hotel room, a trip to the local strip club or an afternoon in at the Oasis Hot Tubs, I tell you how much I like the thought of spending the afternoon soaking with you in a pool of hot water.

Having decided on that, we depart and find a nearby park to relax and drink our beer. We make a quick toast, laughing at how silly we are, and then we kiss, our mouths parting, our tongues flicking back and forth, each minute that passes increases the intensity of the moment.

Uncaring of any onlookers, we devote all our energies on each other. Our hands groping for each other while our mouths continue the kiss. I decide to take our tryst to another level and I reach around you and expertly unhook your bra. I place my hands upon your breasts, not caring if anyone sees us, my kiss moving from your lips to your neck, softly nibbling on you.

You can feel the electricity throughout your body, making your pussy ache with desire. You suggest that maybe we should take this to the hot tubs where there's a little more privacy and we can get totally naked. I eagerly agree as I start the car and drive the short distance to The Oasis Hot Tubs.

As you check in, the attractive woman behind the counter asks for your name,

"Smith" you reply,

"Your first name?" she asks.

You stammer out some fictitious name as you smile at her. She asks you to sign the release form and then passes it to me. I sign it with "Smith" as well. 

She asks us if we have a preference as to which setting we'd like, but we shake our heads as we tell her we're not sure what they have to offer.

She gives us a quick tour and then decides for herself that we need room number 7.

"It's got a nice outdoor setting with just the right amount of sunlight", she says.

You ask for the restroom and she points you in the right direction. As you leave, she shows me which buttons to use to operate the tub and showers, and says to me,

"If you need me for anything, just hit this button. It's the intercom, and I'll bring you whatever you need," she exclaims with a devilish smile.

I look around the room, impressed with her choice. I remove my clothes and head towards the hot tub. The outdoor tub is large, allowing for at least 8 people to be seated comfortably. However, today, there will only be two. 

There's a small tree offering some shade from the midday sun, and a gas burning fireplace located in the wall. I hit the button to start the jets and relax for a moment while you're away. As you return from the restroom, the girl who checked us in approaches you smiling, and tells you that she's available for anything that we may need.

You smile back at her, and say 

"I think I've got everything I need for now, but don't stray too far away. Ya never know what needs may arise," and you wink at her.

You enter our room, take off your clothes, and give yourself a quick look in the full length mirror. Satisfied with what you see, you pick up the towel, wrapping it around your naked body as you walk towards me and the hot tub. As you put your feet in, you carefully remove the towel and sink slowly into the tub, allowing me a brief glimpse of your splendid figure.

I gaze at you, your hair pulled back off your face, thinking to myself how beautiful you look. You lean towards me and I grab you by the back of the neck, pulling you close to me, pausing only for a moment to look you in the eyes, and then kiss you. 

Again, our lips open, our mouths part and our tongues twirl. My cock begins to stir, and I begin to rub it against your body. You feel the shaft harden and begin to stroke me. 

"Oh, yeah," I say,

I lean my head back to enjoy the sensations of your hands stroking me, while the jets of the hot tub message my back. Feeling that my cock couldn't possibly get any harder, you climb on top of me and slide my cock into your pussy and begin to grind up and down on me.

Your breasts are rubbing against my face as you bounce, and I can't ignore them any longer. I reach up and take each nipple between my thumb and forefingers, pulling them slightly, making them as hard as my shaft.

I take first one, then the other nipple into my mouth and suck it, and then I bite them, softly at first, and then harder. Your moans tell me that you're enjoying it, nearly as much as I'm enjoying the feeling of your pussy riding me.

After a few moments, you whisper to me,

"I want to swallow your cock whole".

Needing no further coaxing, I lift you off me, and begin to stand up. I've never seen you so hungry to suck my cock before, but I don't complain as you expertly handle me, first taking the head of my cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head, and then plunging it deep, taking me all the way down as you let my cock slip down your throat, before pulling me back.

Your right hand reaches up to stroke me, twisting up and down as your mouth slides up and down the shaft. I mumble something about how good it feels, surprised at your tenacity. I can tell that you want me to cum this way, so I grasp your head and begin to gyrate back and forth. My cock moving in and out of your mouth, your hand stroking me, keeping a tight grip and your mouth keeping me wet and slick.

After a few minutes, I can feel the cum working its way up my shaft, I know that my release is only a few minutes away. I tell you that if you keep it up, your gonna make me cum. You just smile and say,

"I want to taste your cum, I want you to squirt it in my mouth and on my face, and then I want you to lick my pussy".

Hearing your words sends me over the top as I explode in your mouth. With the first spasm from my cock you pull my cock out and let the next spasm shoot cum on your face and the next spasm, shooting even more cum on your breasts.

I practically fall over, my knees are weak and I grab onto you to hold myself up. I then lift you out of the tub and sit you on the towel that we had laying near us. My mouth starts on your stomach, but quickly works down your inner thighs and then to a very, very wet pussy. 

The hot tub didn't do anything to stop the flowing of your pussy juice as my tongue begins to slide up and down, in and out of you, and in no time, you can feel your first orgasm build.

The sun is beating down on your skin, your feet are still in the hot tub, your getting hot in more ways then one, but you don't want me to stop, and then it happens, with a sudden burst, you hear yourself screaming and moaning out

"I'm cumming, Oh God, I'm coming."

Your hands grab the back of my head, not letting me go, telling me

"Don't stop, Oh, Oh, I'm cumming again".

Amazed that you had two orgasms so close together only turns me on more. I can't stop now, even if I wanted to, I need to make you cum again and again. This time, I suck on your clit, giving you an entirely different feeling.

You raise your hips up to meet me and then tell me,

"You know what I want".

I manage to give you an "um-huh", then I slide my thumb deep into your pussy, pressing down on you, allowing you to grind against me while I lick and suck on your clit. Again, you hear yourself calling out in an orgasmic climax, this time sitting up, attempting to control the pleasure.

As you release my head from your hands, I look up at you, smile and kiss you long and hard. You can tell by the look in my eye that I'm not done with you yet, but you need time to come down, so I turn you around and stand up behind you.

As I slide my cock into your drenched pussy, you push back against me, wanting to feel me deep inside you. I take ahold of your hips and begin to rock back and forth, my cock getting harder with each stroke.

You can feel my cock grow inside you and it makes you even wetter. You reach back between your legs, and begin to rub your clit as I fuck you from behind, knowing how much I like it when you play with yourself while we fuck. My own orgasm building, even faster than the last time, I pick up my pace, sliding my cock into you faster and faster.

My knees getting weak again, I know that I'm near cumming, and so are you as your fingers work on your pussy at a furious pace. I can take it no longer, I pull my cock out and give it a couple of strokes and then grasp it tightly, letting the pressure build in me, and with a quick release from my fingers, my cum shoots all the way up your back as I let out a long groan.

I let go of you and collapse back into the tub, feeling spent, hearing my heart rate pulse in my ears. You turn over, looking at me with wanting eyes and say,

"Are you done, or will you lick me one more time? God, I'm still so horny!".

I know that your close to cumming, so I dive back into your wet snatch, giving you a few quick licks, when you tell me,

"Stick your thumb in my ass". 

It only takes you a few minutes and you're bucking wildly on my thumb, loving the feeling and the mental stimulation of being dirty and you have yet another orgasm.

As you lay there, I look at you with admiration and appreciation for a well chosen afternoon destination. We get up and take a quick shower with more touching, probing, licking and sucking before we finally depart. 

Just as we climb out of the shower, the intercom rings to advise us that our hour is up. Dissapointed, but knowing that it was gonna end, we get dressed and depart.

As we walk out the door, the girl that checked us in, told us that she'd love to see us again sometime, and winked.......

The Oasis



Michel reached the edge of the desert, with the gendarmes less than a day behind. His only hope of escape was to cross the Desert of Frustration. He made a few discrete inquiries, and was consistently told that there was only one man to see for transportation across the desert: The Vagabond.

He located The Vagabond's tent. Before Michel could say more than "Bonjour," the Vagabond spoke:

"I assume you wish to cross the Desert."

Michel replied, "That is correct."

"I have one camel who is ready to go. The fee of 10,000 Francs (or should I say Euro, to make it more modern?) will get you across to the other side, including a stop for refreshment at the oasis. The camel knows the way. He will carry you directly to the oasis, and, when you are refreshed, on to Sodomorrah on the other side. You will receive packs with enough food and water. For this payment, you will receive everything that you need to make it across."

Michel had no choice. Without a word, he began to peel bills from the roll in his pocket. He handed the money to The Vagabond.

"Only one word of caution," added the merchant. "The sun in this area has a very unusual effect. As I said, I will supply enough food and water. The camel knows the way. But, there is one very great danger.'

He paused, giving his customer an odd smile. "I expect that you will, cough, experience a powerful need for sexual release. If you decide to, ahem, relieve yourself, you will not make it across. That is, of course, all the same to me. If you do not heed my warning, the sun will finish you off, and my camel will return to me. Indeed, he will then return to me sooner and be able to earn another fee. There will, of course, be no refund."

Michel set out immediately. His camel was strong, tall and healthy. On either side, it carried distinctive blue cloths with the logo of "The Vagabond."

At first, he found the journey remarkably relaxing. The camel seat was surprisingly comfortable. The camel seemed to know exactly which way to go, and he moved forward at a steady pace. While the sun beat down on him, his head was sheltered and he was well supplied. The bags at the sides of the saddle and behind were well stocked with food and water. 

As the uneventful journey continued, Michel found his thought turning to sex. He did not find this to be particularly remarkable. He was, after all, alone and somewhat bored. There was little scenery: just miles of rolling sand. Occasionally, he would be passed by an empty camel, heading in the opposite direction, apparently returning to its owner.

When night fell, the camel walked to a sheltered ravine, filled with grasses and a few small bushes. Michel ate a small supper. The camel found some grasses to graze on and a small water hole. Michel wrapped himself into his blanket and closed his eyes to sleep. Before he could drift off, he found his hand moving toward his sex. He began to caress it, when the words of The Vagabond came back to him. "That's silly" he told himself. Nevertheless, he lost the urge. He rolled over and slept the night. The next day, as he resumed his journey, the sun seemed stronger than ever. However, Michel did not feel hungry, weak or tired. Instead, he felt sexually aroused. Images of the bodies of women he had known filled his consciousness. The more he traveled, the stronger the sun became and the more his mind was filled with images of sex. 

There was nothing to distract him from his growing sexual arousal. The only break in the monotony was the occasional passage of a camel, passing on its way back to The Vagabond. He felt his member growing longer and harder. He could not resist caressing and rubbing it, but the movement of the camel and his position on its seat prevented him from getting a good handle on it. Nevertheless, when his hand touched his hardness, The Vagabond's warning came back to him. He laughed to himself, scoffing, but he was a little disconcerted by the strength of his arousal. He could not remember ever feeling so obsessed by sex when no one was around.

Then he saw it. A glimpse of naked flesh, off in the distance, straight ahead. As the camel moved closer, he could see more clearly. It was a woman! A beautiful, young, naked woman, lying in the sand, waiting for him. The closer he got the more clearly he could see her beauty. Her long dark hair. He full round breasts, heaving and she breathed, waiting for him. The smoothness of her thighs. The dark curls of her pubic hair. Her legs spread, waiting for him.

When the woman was only 100 yards or so away, Michel became impatient with the camel's steady pace. He leaped from the seat and ran toward the image of beauty before him, tossing his caftan aside as he ran. She was only a few feet away, when she suddenly shimmered out of sight. She was, indeed, only an image, an illusion, a mirage. Not a mirage of water, but a mirage of desire. 

He stood stupidly, naked, staring at the spot on the sand where, moments before, he had seen an image of desire. His erection stood out in front of him, remaining completely hard, despite the sudden disappointment. He wrapped his hand around it, ready to pound away with reckless abandon, craving release.

Then, at the edge of a dune just a few yards farther ahead, he again caught sight of an image of naked flesh. This time, it seemed more distinct somehow. He saw a naked him and buttock. Taking his hand from his shaft, he walked slowly forward. To his disappointment, he saw the naked, hairy backside of a man. He had never been aroused by a man, but Michel felt so horny he thought he could fuck the man up the ass.

He walked closer. There was no movement from the man. There was no sign of a camel or an encampment. What could this man be doing here, alone, in the middle of the desert. In the shifting, sand, Michel could make out the faintest trace of camel tracks heading away from the silent form, back the way he had come. Michel remembered his camel. He looked back. The camel was there, several feet behind him, watching.

Michel approached the figure lying on the ground. There was still no movement. Michel walked quietly around, until the front of the naked man came into view. What Michel saw finally caused his erection to shrivel. The man's eyes were wide open, staring. His jaw hung loosely. He was just beginning to develop a gray tinge to his skin. 

But this was not what caused Michel to shudder and go limp. He had seen death before. Michel broke out into a cold sweat, in spite of the heat of the sun, because of what he saw when he looked lower down the man's body. He saw the man's hand gripped around what was now a flacid organ. The words of the Vagabond came back to him again, clearly. "If you decide to relieve yourself, you will not make it across. If you do not heed my warning, the sun will finish you off, and my camel will return to me. There will be no refund." The man lying in the sand had not heeded the Vagabond's warning. Michel remembered the camels he had passed on the way. How many men had died in this desert with their dicks in their hands?

Michel turned around and saw his camel calmly staring at him, chewing, waiting for him. He raced back to the camel, gathering up his clothes as he ran. He clambered back up into the seat, and the camel resumed his methodical, steady pace. For several minutes, Michel could not stop shaking. 

By the time they had been on the road for an hour or so, he had again been warmed by the sun, and he again felt his manhood begin to grow. He could not believe it. He had just seen a man who had been killed by horniness, and Michel was again becoming aroused. His mind again began to fill with images of naked women. Women he had known. Women he had passed on the street. Women he had seen on television. Naked women dancing, writhing, smiling at him.

His cock was stiff. Standing up straight. Demanding attention. The images of naked women beckoned to him, reaching out toward his throbbing sex. He felt a hand on his hardness. With a gasp, he realized that it was his own hand. For a brief moment, the naked women were blocked out by the memory of the body in the sand. Still, his erection did not subside.

The sun continued to beat down. Again, his mind filled with pictures of women: women bending down and offering their treasures to him. Women caressing themselves. All afternoon, he was surrounded by women who lusted after him, who desparately wanted to feel the hardness that was a constant presence between his legs. He thought of the Levitra advertisement. He must have been like this for much more than four hours. He needed to seek medical attention. There was no relief.

When the sun went down, the images began to fade from his mind, but the hardness between his legs did not subside. Again, his camel led him to a sheltered spot. He tried to eat a bit, but the longing in his loins was much more powerful than his hunger. He tried to sleep, but all he could think of was the man, lying in the sand with his hand on his member. Finally, he drifted off, only to dream of his first sexual experience. The dream was so vivid. He was experiencing his sexual discovery again. As he prepared to enter to, to enter a woman for the first time, he awoke to discovery that he had plunged his staff into the sand while he slept. He wondered if a wet dream would be as fatal as masturbation. He slept no more that night.

The next morning, he ate only a few pieces of fruit, and mounted his camel while the sun was still rising. While his erection remained with him, his mind seemed clearer. Until the sun began to beat down on him. Sexual images again began to flood his mind. No longer did he see images of women beckoning and inviting him. Now, his mind was filled with pictures of sexual acts. Men and women copulating and engaging in oral sex. The landscape was an endless orgy, traveling with him. HIs cock throbbed. His balls ached. When the sun reached its zenith, his mind's eye was filled with images of huge penises, thrusting in and out of equally large vaginas. Soft mouths engulfing gigantic erections. Huge tongues flicking over engorged clitorises. There were no longer any bodies, only the sexual parts, coming together.

In the distance, he thought he saw a gleaming white tower, with a rounded top. What new torture was approaching? He did not know how much longer he could restrain his hand. The gleaming white tower grew larger. The camel seemed to be walking steadily toward it. He tried to clear his mind of the body parts thrusting together and focus on this new illusion. What kind of mirage was this. The tower looked so real. It looked like marble. It loomed larger and larger. As they approached, he saw that there appeared to be two smaller, rounded buildings behind the tower, one on either side. It looked so real.

The camel continued to walk directly toward the tower. He could see the outline of individual blocks of marble. The camel walked within a few feet of it. It looked so real. He heard a grinding sound, and a door slid open, directly in front of him. It was dark inside, but there seemed to be a figure inside.

The camel stopped, just in front of the door. Michel slid out of the chair onto the ground. His erection bobbed up and down in front of him. His balls pulsated with pain. He stood on the ground and peered in through the doorway, barely aware of the protuberance in front of him, pointing directly into the doorway. Michel heard a rustling. The figure stepped through the doorway into the sunlight.

Michel saw a short, sturdy, black-skinned woman. She was dressed in a flowing red robe, with a red turban on her head. Her brown eyes were warm, and she smiled kindly at him.

"Bien Venue," said the woman in red. "I am so pleased that you have made it. So few do. Please do come in. Welcome to the Oasis Lickadick."

She held out her hand to him, and gently led him through the doorway. He walked awkwardly, because of the stiffness of his erection and the aching in his balls, but he felt reassured. Her deep voice inspired a sense of comfort. Her eyes were deep pools of confidence and wisdom. Her full lips smiled at him, offering encouragement.

It was dark and cool inside the tower. The aching in his testicles eased a bit when he got out of the sun, but there was no change in the hardness of his manhood. The room was lit by candles. As his eyes adjusted, he saw that a table with a single chair was set in the middle of the room. The surface was covered with a variety of small dishes: stuffed grape leaves, olives, fruit, bread, and various spreads. A glass of white wine waited in front of the chair. 

"I,... its not really food that I need right now," he told her.

She gently guided him to the chair. "You will need your strength," she replied. Michel took the seat, feeling somewhat uncomfortable due to the pressure in his groin. "I will be back in a half hour," the lady in red told him, as she disappeared through a door on the other side of the room.

Michel looked at the food. He tasted an olive, and he thought it was the best he had ever tasted. He began to sample the food, finding it all to be exquisite and discovering that he was hungrier than he had realized. He sipped the cool wine, finding that it did help to make him feel more relaxed. Nothing, however, relaxed his erection.

The door across the room opened, and the lady in red held out her hand, beckoning toward him. He got up and joined her at the doorway. The next room was also lit by candles. He saw a tub filled with water in the middle of the room. The lady took his hand and guided him to the waiting water. Unselfconsciously, she removed his caftan and slid off his underwear, leaving his penis standing out, exposed in front of him. Her hands gently caressed his skin as she was removing his clothing, but she never touched that organ which had been the center of his consciousness for three days.

Taking his hand again, she guided him over the side of the tub and into the water. Stepping in, he found that the water was just a few degrees cooler than his body. He settled down and, accepting her guidance, leaned back. The water further eased the aching of his balls, but his penis was still completely engorged. With him sitting in water, just the mushroom tip bobbed above the surface of the water.

She began to shampoo his hair, massage his scalp, and gradually wash his face, arms, shoulders and neck. Her touch was firm, soothing, comforting. Yet he was impatient for her to reach the part of his body which demanded so much attention. As she reached from behind him to wash his chest, she whispered in her low, deep voice, "You will still have to wait three hours before you achieve the release that you so crave. In that time, you will have to trust me to perform the procedures that will give you the strength you need to complete your trip across the desert. If you do as I say, you will be safe. However, if you have an ejaculation before I tell you that the time has arrived, you will not have the strength to complete your journey."

Michel heard her words, he trusted the sound of her voice, but the meaning barely penetrated. She continued, "The first thing you need to do is to learn to breath as I instruct you. With each breath in, you must expand your stomach and fill your lungs deeply." She put her hand on his stomach. "Breath in. No, fill your stomach. Press it against my hand." He tried again. "That's better. Now breath out completely." She pushed his stomach down as he exhaled. "Now continue to push against my hand when you inhale. That's it. Now squeeze all the air out. Good. Keep practicing while I continue to wash you."

She stood up and went to the other end of the tub. She washed his feet, his ankles, his shins and his knees, occasionally reminding him to breath "from your stomach." As she washed his thighs, she told him, "Okay, I have your next instruction. This is very important. The breathing will help you concentrate on this. You must pay very close attention to your ejaculation feelings. You know how it feels when you are going to cum. You must tell me when you are going to cum, so that I can ensure that it does not happen." She then soaped his balls and placed her hand around his hardness, stroking a couple of times.

Almost immediately, he felt pressure building at the base of his sex. "I'm going to cum," he shouted. 

She stopped washing his penis, and laughed. "Oh, no, you weren't that close." Nevertheless, she stopped washing him, and took his arm, guiding him to stand. She wrapped him in the softest, most absorbent towel he had ever experienced. It enveloped him, making him feel comforted and safe, everywhere except where his erection pressed out against it. 

The lady in red guided him out of the tub and led him to another door, across the room. Again, the next room was lit by candles. In the middle of the floor of this room was a low, padded massage table, with one modification. At one end, the table divided, so that there was a separate surface to rest each leg. The guided him between those two leg rests, and gently pushed his back onto the table. He lay back. It was wonderfully comfortable. She lifted his legs, one onto each of the end surfaces. Then she positioned herself between the two leg rests, between his legs.

"Ok, remember to breath and to concentrate. Don't tell me when you feel the first movement of your semen through in your balls and prostate. Tell me at just that moment when it is about to erupt." He concentrated on his breathing, pushing his stomach in and out. He felt a gentle pressure, the tip of her tongue, at the very base of his scrotum, where there was the smallest piece of skin that attached the bag to the rim of his anus. The pressure, her tongue moved over his aching scrotum, licking gently, offering some small comfort. Her tongue lightly washed each of his balls, then moved to the underside of his raging hard-on. The tongue, just the very tip of it, slowly moved up along the tube under his penis. When she reached the smoothness of the tip, her tongue moved around beneath the head, then over the top of the head, and finally twirling around the tiny hole. The sensations made Michel feel like he could fly off of the table, but she held his hips firmly down.  She stopped for a moment and said, "Remember your breathing and to tell me when you are ready to ejaculate." He pushed his stomach up and down, breathing deeply. He felt her lips, those warm full lips, engulf his tip. Slowly, steadily, her mouth took him in. Moving down the shaft, taking all of him to the very root. Holding him deeply in her mouth for a moment, she ran her tongue around the shaft and over the tip. Michel was overcome with a multitude of sensations. His entire being was absorbed into that soft, warm mouth. 

Then she began to rise, as if she were squeezing him out of her mouth with her lips. Only the head remained in her mouth. Then she moved back down, taking him in all the way. His thighs, hips and buttocks tensed. He felt the cum rising again. He remembered her instruction to wait until he was ready to "erupt." He clenched his muscles, holding back as long as he could, as her mouth moved up and down over his cock. "Now!" he finally shouted. 

She stopped, with holding him with her mouth completely engulfing his organ. He felt her fingers pressed at the spot between his balls and his anus whether the muscles force the semen into the penis. He felt his body convulse with his orgasm. His cock, balls and all the surrounding muscles spasmed. Yet not fluid raced through his penis. 

When the convusions ended, she removed her mouth from his organ. "Have you ever had an orgasm without ejaculating before?" she asked him with that warm smile.

"No." He could barely gasp the answer.

"You have now," she laughed. She rubbed oil into him, urging him to relax. "You will have to practice that three more times." 




The Oasis



His erection remained as firm as ever, but the throbbing in his balls was relieved. She repeated the process three more times. Each time, he lasted longer before he had to shout, "Now." As they practiced, she gave him instructions, urging him to tighten his perineal muscles when she pressed that spot to hold back the release of fluid. "If you practice this, you can learn to hold it back, all by yourself," she told him.

The fifth time that she began to explore his cock with her tongue, she told him, "It has been three hours now. Your lesson is over." He was not sure when she meant, at first. Was she going to leave him with his erection? Then he felt the, by now familiar sensation of her mouth engulfing his staff. This time, instead of the slow movements of her head that he had come to expect, she began to increase the pace of her head movement. Her hands still held his hips down, so that her head made all of the movement. Up and down her head bobbed, taking him and then almost releasing him. Faster and faster, until he again shouted, "Now." 

Again, as she had before, she thrust her mouth all the way down on him, taking him deep into her throat. But this time, she did not press that spot. She allowed his ejaculate to fill her mouth and throat. Sucking it down as it spurted into her. Pulse after pulse of cum. His entire body contracted in the effort to force his fluid out of his body. He had never cum so much in his life. He had never felt such an orgasm. Finally the spasms began to subside. She kept her mouth on him, drinking down the last of his fluids, until finally, at long last, his cock began to go limp.



The Oasis



The Piper Malibu bumped and rocked as it touched down on the airstrip in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing around the 4000-foot concrete pad except a couple of hills, a whole bunch of desert and some mountains barely visible through the shimmering heat on the horizon.

The plane rolled to a stop and headed straight back up the runway and aimed at one of the large hills off to the side. As the plane came closer the front half of the hill slid apart to reveal a large hanger with several smaller planes parked inside.

"Why do you hide the hanger?" called one of the passengers from the back of the plane.

"The earth is the most energy efficient type of insulation," the pilot replied. "The camouflage is just a side benefit. This hanger stays between 68 and 72 degrees year round regardless of what's going on outside. Right now the outside temperature is 103 and the hanger is at 70."

"All of our construction at the Oasis is ultra energy-efficient. We are off the power grid so we have to produce all of our own power. We try to use natural light wherever possible and most of our electricity is wind generated. We have solar hot water systems and even some solar electric cells although they are not very efficient."

"Cool, but where are the buildings?" another passenger asked.

"You'll see," said the pilot.

As the propeller spun to a stop the door was opened from the outside by a large very fit black man wearing baggy drawstring pants and a tight linen t-shirt. "Welcome to the Oasis," he called into the plane with a thick accent. "Watch your step exiting the plane and come with me. Your bags will be delivered to your rooms later."

The large golf-cart shuttle pulled out of the hanger and followed a gravel path to a depression between two mounds and down a steep hill into what appeared to be a round crater approximately 100 yards across and 40-50 feet deep. The center of the crater was lush and green with palm trees and a large swimming pool. It looked like exactly what it was named – an oasis in the middle of the desert.

"All the buildings here are built into the walls of the crater," the driver explained. "Each guest room is identical. They have a living room, bedroom and bathroom. I think you will find the accommodations very acceptable. Dinner is served in the main building from 5 to 7 each night; breakfast is from 6:30 until 8 every morning. Lunches will vary based on your individual activities and there are refrigerators with drinks and snacks located all over the facility. Tonight we will all have dinner together and then after that you are on your own for meals. There is no charge for anything here. There are also very few rules. Everything is clothing optional except meals and then you must wear something. Any questions?"

"Is there a safe in the room?" one of the passengers called out.

"No and there are no locks on the doors. Any doors." The driver answered. "You were instructed not to bring money and if you have valuables you can check them in the main building and we will return them when you leave."

"What about my laptop?" the passenger continued.

"I can dispose of it if you'd like," the driver said with a grin. "There is a hazardous waste disposal site near the airport where I picked you up. Here we are at the first room. Karen and Jim this is your stop. Jenny and Bill are next, then Lisa and Johnny and finally Amy and Lance."

The driver drove around the compound dropping the couples at their respective rooms with a reminder that dinner would begin at 6 and that they were on their own until then.

Karen & Jim

Karen walked around the room looking in the closets and checking out the bathroom while Jim flopped on the bed.

"Great room!" Karen said as she wandered back into the bedroom. "I am going to take a quick bath. There is a really cool Jacuzzi tub."

"I am going to stay right here and take a nap," Jim replied. "I am ready to get into vacation mode."

Karen kicked off her flip flops and began unbuttoning her sun dress as she headed into the bathroom. The cool tile felt good on her bare feet as she reached back to unclasp her bra. She turned on the water and shrugged out of her bra. She stood admiring her body in the full-length mirror.

For 43 she had held up quite well. Her breasts had dropped a little but were still full and topped by spectacular dark nipples. Her nipples were very sensitive and sometimes when she masturbated she imagined that she was with another woman and they were rubbing their nipples together. She had never been with another woman but had fantasized about it for years.

She removed her panties and noticed that she was getting wet looking at herself in the mirror. She spun around so she could see her butt and was quite pleased. It was firm from the constant workouts and was Jim's favorite part of her body. He loved pushing her flat face-down on the bed and fucking her hard from behind. She reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass and felt her cunt throb in anticipation.

The bath felt spectacular as she slid deeper into the water. She noticed a small tray with soap and a razor sitting on the edge of the tub. "This is a nice touch" she thought as she took the razor and started soaping up her legs. 

She got to the top of her thighs and with a smile began soaping her pubic hair. Jim had teased her for years about shaving her pubic hair and she smiled at the thought of his face when he saw her bald mound. She quickly shaved the easy parts and took her time around her sensitive swollen lips.

When she was done she pushed her cunt up and out of the water, admiring and massaging the smooth skin. She let her ass sink back down in the water with her hands still firmly attached. She pinched her clit between her fingers and decided that Jim had slept long enough.

He was on his stomach in his boxers as she quietly padded out of the bathroom. He stirred a little as she climbed on the bed and straddled him. He groaned slightly as she began to massage his shoulders and then compliantly lifted his hips when she tugged his boxers off.

Karen straddled his firm ass and gently ground her bare cunt into him as she leaned forward and rubbed his neck and shoulders.

"I have a little surprise for you," she whispered in his ear as she lightly teased his back with her erect nipples. "It's something you've wanted for a long time."

Jim shifted his hips and pushed back against her cunt and with an evil chuckle turned over underneath her. Karen sat up so Jim had a full view of her beautiful completely naked body.

"Oh my God, you did it!" he exclaimed. "It looks even better than I dreamed. Wet-dreamed of course."

"Be careful, it's still a little sensitive," Karen warned laughing. "That skin hasn't seen the light of day since I was 13. Do you like it?"

"Come up here and let me have a closer look," Jim said as he slid Karen up his body. "You look spectacular!"

As Karen's cunt reached Jim's chin he leaned forward and licked from the bottom of her cunt to her swollen clit, pushing his tongue past her thick lips and into her soaking cunt as he went. Karen groaned and shuddered as Jim's tongue probed deep inside her tight cunt.

Karen started grinding her clit into Jim's face and moaning as she neared her climax. Jim's chin and cheeks were covered with her juices as she slid her cunt back and forth across Jim's face.

The waves of orgasm crashed over Karen. Her cunt filled Jim's mouth as her vaginal muscles contracted uncontrollably. She was panting almost as if in labor as she experienced the intense orgasm. When the contractions subsided she fell off Jim and lay next to him on the bed.

Jim got on his knees next to his nearly comatose wife and stroked his rock-hard cock.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I can't wait to come all over that spectacular body," Jim panted as he stroked his cock faster.

Karen opened her eyes just in time to see Jim's cock erupt and spew his first shot on her tits. He then turned his cock toward her freshly-shaven cunt. "This should help with the razor burn," he said as his cock sent a stream of sperm onto her bald mound and flat stomach.

Karen lazily rubbed the cum into her breasts with special attention to her nipples and then let her hands trail down to the spot that had so recently been covered in pubic hair. "I really like this," she said dreamily. "I didn't think I would, but I do. It is so soft and smooth. I should have listened to you sooner."

"I think this is just the first of those this weekend," Jim said quietly. "I think we are both in the mood for some spice in our sex lives and this is just the place to get it. I am now officially in the vacation mood. I'm looking forward to dinner."

Jenny & Bill

Jenny was a small-town Irish girl whose parents immigrated to the United States when she was 8. Her father was a very talented engineer who was recruited by Intel to help them make their plants more efficient. They landed in the Silicon Valley in 1990. Just in time to ride the tech wave to incredible wealth and then she met Bill through a friend of the family while volunteering at Stanford Hospital.

Their life together had been very easy. With no money worries, they had been able to take expensive vacations, drive the best cars and live in a beautiful home. Their activities had allowed them to avoid dealing with some of the underlying issues every couple must face. For example, Jenny had attended private Catholic schools for her entire education and was very reserved about sex. She enjoyed it but was always taught that sex was for procreation and not for fun. Bill was getting bored and a little frustrated with his wife's unenthusiastic attitude about sex. His frustration and boredom was not lost on Jenny.

Bill was not the most talented student in high school but was certainly not dumb. His father was a high tech venture capitalist and got Bill a job with a start-up gaming company right out of high school. Bill had written several best-selling computer games and was a multi-millionaire by the time he was 24. When they met, Bill was 22 and Jenny was 20. They married 2 years later right after Bill's second video game went gold and he got a bonus check for $850k in addition to his $350k salary. The money kept rolling in and he and Jenny were very happy.

With his father's help, Bill had invested his money wisely. Diversifying between the stock market, real estate and bonds had helped him weather the world recession very well and his net worth was now over $60 million. Wealth does not guaranty happiness and that was the case with Bill.

He had lost interest in writing video games and did not get a big thrill from being part of management so he was just killing time at the office and his sex life at home was really boring. He felt like an NFL player that is finished at 32 and has too much time on his hands. He had been smoking more dope lately, sometimes stopping to light up on the way to work and staying buzzed all day.

When they arrived at their room, Jenny took a quick tour and announced that it was very much like their room in Bora Bora – one of their first vacations together and still one they remembered fondly. It was the first time Jenny had ever sunbathed nude – and the last as far as Bill could remember – and was a carefree time for both of them.

"I loved Bora Bora," Bill said as he took his petite wife in his arms. "Seeing you naked on the deck was one of the most exciting things I have ever experienced. My dick got so hard so fast I nearly passed out from blood loss."

"I remember," Jenny laughed as she hugged Bill back and stared up at him. "I barely made it inside before you were all over me. I can't believe we didn't get caught. I haven't felt that free in a long time and I miss it. I want this vacation to be like Bora Bora only better. I did things there I had never done before. It was scary and fun and exciting all at the same time. I think we both need some of that."

"I agree baby," Bill said. "How about we start right now?" Bill's hand slid down to grasp Jenny's small ass and grind his dick into her.

Jenny squealed and twisted out of Bill's arms. "Wait right here," she said scampering out of the room. "I want to show you my dress for dinner and see what you think."

Bill sighed and sat on the bed feeling the frustration start to rise. He was hoping to get some before dinner and then have a chance to sneak off and burn one before dinner to get a buzz going. He was pretty sure dinner would be a real snoozer.

"Close your eyes," Jenny called from the bedroom. Bill heard her come into the room. "OK, you can look."

Jenny was standing before him in a crocheted black dress with only a black thong underneath. Her breasts were clearly visible through the material and the dress came barely halfway down her thigh. It was stunning and Bill was at a complete loss for words.

"They said we needed to dress for dinner so I thought this little number might do," Jenny said as she pirouetted in front of Bill. "Does the back look OK?"

Jenny slowly bent over and touched her toes in front of her stunned husband. The dress rose as she bent forward and her cunt – bisected by the thong – came into view. Bill stared at the spot between his beautiful wife's thighs where the thong disappeared into the folds of her cunt.

"Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" Bill blurted.

Jenny reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass revealing her tiny puckered anus. "That gal was about to lose her man to boredom. She stayed home and sent me in her place," Jenny said as she slowly straightened up. "We thought you would be OK with that."

"Yes," Bill said with a huge smile. "I am very OK with that. But what do I call you?"

"Call me JJ," Jenny said as she slid her hands up her body to cup and fondle her breasts. "Still Jenny, just twice as good."

"OK, JJ it is," Bill said as he stood and came toward his wife. "But if you're going to wear that dress to dinner you better take it off or I'm going to rip it off."

"I'm a lot closer to naked than you big boy," Jenny said as she slipped the dress over her head. "Get out of those clothes because JJ is ready to rock!"

Bill never took his eyes off his wife as he quickly shed his clothes. She was standing naked three feet away from him pulling on her left nipple with her right hand and massaging her cunt with her left. She pulled her hand from between her legs and pushed two fingers into his mouth. They were covered in warm, thick, sticky fluid.

Bill grabbed her arm and crushed her to him, smashing his rock-hard 8-inch cock between them. He could feel her small but firm tits pressed against his chest as she ground her pussy against his leg. Her gushing cunt soaked his thigh as she humped it.

Bill picked her up – she was only 5 feet tall and weighed 100 pounds – and dropped her on the bed on her back. Her legs splayed open and Bill moved between them, pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. With one thrust he buried his cock in her tight wet cunt.

Jenny gasped as her womb was invaded by the large penis. Bill was standing on the floor and had great leverage as he pounded her pussy mercilessly. She could feel his cock slide almost completely out of her cunt and then slam back home with the tip pushing against her cervix as it hit bottom.

Jenny loved being taken like this and she didn't last long before she felt the waves of orgasm building inside her. She pushed her legs a little wider apart and exposed her clit to Bills pounding pelvis as the waves crashed over her and she moaned in ecstasy.

Bill felt her convulse around his cock and knew that Jenny was coming. He watched his cock slide in and out of his wife's perfect little cunt and saw her tiny asshole pulse as she came. The juices coating his dick started frothing and got milky as Jenny's cunt gushed cum.

It was too much to take and Bill felt his balls tighten and then the head of his cock swelled and burst shooting streams of cum into Jenny's abused pussy. His cock twitched six or seven times as he emptied his cum into her flooded vagina.

Bill left his cock in her cunt until he was sure it was empty and started to deflate. Then he slowly pulled it out watching the whole time. He loved watching cum leak from her cunt as the head of his dick exited the tight hole.

He was surprised when Jenny reached down and held his cock as it slipped from her cunt and scooped up some of the cum that ran out as his penis slid out of her pussy. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked their combined juices from her hand clearly savoring the taste.

"When I masturbate I always like the taste of my cum," she said dreamily looking directly at Bill. "But ours mixed together is even better. Someday I'll tell you the rest of my fantasy about that but right now come lay next to me so I can feel you." 

Bill crawled up next to Jenny and she rolled into him throwing a leg over him so her cunt was resting on his thigh. He could feel the cum draining from her pussy onto his leg. He small firm breast were pressed into his chest and he could feel her nipples pressing into him.

"JJ, the old Jenny never would have done that," Bill said. "The old Jenny would never have even thought that."

"The old Jenny thought about lots of things," Jenny whispered in his ear. "She just never had the balls to do them. JJ is rewriting the rules dude. You aint seen nothing yet."

"Dude?" Bill asked rhetorically.

Jenny smiled and snuggled into his chest. 

Lisa & Johnny

"So what do you think?" Johnny asked when the door was closed.

"The little blonde – Jenny – is very intriguing," Lisa answered. "She is very conflicted and beautiful. I would love to help her resolve her conflict."

"What about her husband?" Johnny asked smiling. "Is he conflicted?"

"I don't know," Lisa said. "I didn't get much from him. He seems disengaged."

"Who else?" Johnny asked.

"Amy and Lance have all sorts of issues and the pilot is not someone you want to trifle with," she responded. "He has some sort of military background and speaks with a serious command voice so he was probably some high-ranking officer commanding troops in the field. No desk job for that guy."

"Interested?" Johnny asked with a small smile. "Remember the General?"

"Maybe and yes, of course I remember the General," Lisa answered as she reached back and unzipped her light sundress and let it drop to the floor in a pile at her feet. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her thong on her discarded dress. "Right now I could use a massage. You game?"

"Always," Johnny said with a smile as he stared at the beautiful naked woman climbing on the bed next to hm. "Do I ever deny you anything?"

"Never, my love," Lisa sighed as she settled onto her stomach with her arms stretched over her head. She was 39 years old but looked much younger. Her thick wavy reddish brown hair fanned out over her back and reached nearly to the small of her back. Her body was completely free of tan lines except for the outline a small thong on her firm round ass. Her light brown skin and dark eyes were the result of the combination of a French father and a Moroccan mother.

"I'll be right back with some lotion," Johnny said as he slipped off the bed and padded to the bathroom shedding his clothes as he went. Johnny would be 60 at the end of the year but no one ever took him for more than 45 or 50. He was six feet tall and weighed 180 pounds and had kept himself in top shape his entire life. A world class swimmer until he was in his mid-twenties, he had moved from sport to sport throughout his life to maintain his motivation and his physical prowess. He kept his head and body clean shaven so no trace of gray hair showed anywhere.

"This looks like something you will like," Johnny said as he came back into the room and climbed onto the bed and straddled his subject. "There were several to choose from but I think you'll like this one."




The Oasis



Carol and I celebrated our twentieth wedding anniversary earlier this year with a small get together at our house for family and friends. The whole gang was there. Our two boys, Jake and Harry; Carol's sisters Jean and Claire and their husbands and kids; my brother Tom and his wife Elaine and her barren womb; our either side neighbours, Eric and Suzanne and Ross and Jessica, respectively; Ed and Rob, two of my colleagues from the bank and Jennifer, Pat and Rose, fellow teachers at Carol's school. Namely, the same coterie I've seen at every function for as long as I can remember. 

There came a certain point in the evening when Tom led all those present in a toast to the happy couple. 

'Here's to Jon and Carol and the next twenty years.' 

Everyone raised their glasses and cheered as Carol and I kissed. It was a touching scene. And only I and one other person present knew that it was all complete bullshit.

Later that evening, after everyone had left, I received a text. 'Wait and see what I got you for our anniversary...' 

I looked up at Carol who was clearing away glasses and smiled.

'It's from that Chinese restaurant,' I said. 'Bloody nuisance. Why don't you go on up and let me finish up here?'

'Well, ok,' she said. 'I am exhausted.'

'So what's new?' I thought. I kissed her and wondered yet again at the completeness of her transformation into her mother. The same pinched, prissy lips, the same lustre-free grey-blonde hair, the same infuriating fatalism. Yet the old lady, now long since dead, had been pushing her mid sixties at the time I had first made her acquaintance. Carol was a woman of forty-six. 

After she had gone upstairs, I replied to the text. 

'Can u talk?'

'Yes,' came the reply.

I dialled her number and she answered immediately. 

'So was tonight utterly fucking hellish for you?' she said.

'I think you know the answer to that,' I said. 'What's this present then?'

'The Oasis on Monday. All will be revealed,' she said and hung up...

...The next day, Sunday, was the usual drag. I read the papers in the morning, mowed the grass in the afternoon, walked the dog at dusk. Eric invited us over for drinks that night and as I sat there, smiling and exchanging platitudes, I thought about the roles we play on a daily basis and the truth that lies behind the masks we adopt. Considered in this light, my entire public life was a sham. I no longer loved my wife yet I persevered with our marriage for the sake of our children and appearances. I hated my job but was too craven and set in my ways to do anything about it. My friends bored me to death but I put up with them because having no friends, or, more pertinently, being seen to have no friends, seemed a less desirable state of affairs. Perhaps all of this was why I clung so fervently not just to The Oasis and what she and I did there, but to the idea of The Oasis. That there existed a place where I knew I would never have to lie, where I could be absolutely free from the artifice that otherwise defined me, was the only thing that gave me the strength to keep on going. Without it, I probably would have killed myself long ago. 

Our anniversary. It would be five years on Monday...She and Carol had been at a concert, hadn't they? Tom Jones, I think it was. She was more than a little drunk, as was I. She wore tight, faded hipster jeans, a blouse of heavy crimson satin and had a white kerchief knotted about her neck. (Whenever I summon up her image, it is always tinged with those very colours.) We argued about some sexist remark of mine. She was an impossible adversary. She still is. Her main technique is provocation. That night she deployed it, and no mistake. The angrier I became, the more outrageously she goaded me. She called everything, from my intelligence to my masculinity, into question. 

The more heated our exchanges became, the closer our physical proximity. At some point, though, it must have become too close because she slapped me. The stillness of the room in the immediate aftermath was dream-like. She said sorry but barely managed to get the word out before I had stopped her mouth with mine. She pushed me away and looked at me with a stunned expression that I could identify with absolutely. I'll never know what possessed me to do it and hence was in as much of a state of shock as she was. Then she leaned forward and, taking my wrists in either of her hands, forced me back on to the sofa we were sitting on. Her expression was one of the utmost gravity. It asked me from where did I get my balls and, at the same time, what I intended to do next. 

As I brought my mouth towards hers, I noticed she kept her eyes open. They remained so, still cagily watchful as our tentative kisses became more extravagant. Fascinated, I watched their expression change gradually, at first softening to amusement, followed by a gentle fluttering that suggested fatigue and finally their re-awakening, ablaze with the heat I could now feel animating every inch of the body pressing down on mine. I pulled my lips away from hers and took her face in my hands. 

'What are we doing?' I gasped. 

'This,' she said kissing me again. 'And this,' she breathed into my mouth, her hand straying to my crotch. I unbuttoned her blouse and ran my tongue down her thorax, leaving a glistening stain upon the burnt sugar of her cleavage. She wriggled her body to help me in peeling her jeans from her hips, the sweat-pants I had on also being removed in the process. I touched her between her legs, pushing the thong she wore aside, my other hand cradling the side of her face, holding it steady so that she couldn't avert her eyes.

'Look at me,' I said. I felt the wet meat of her cunt envelop the tip of my cock. She twisted her head and bit my finger hard enough to make me gasp. I felt myself plumb the last few velvet inches of her and was on the point of uttering some inanity on the topic of how good she felt when her phone beeped in her handbag.

'Shit, I'd better get that,' she said and, with me still inside her, leaned the top half of her body down and retrieved her phone. It was absurd. 

'Who the fuck is that?' I whispered, pulling my hips back slowly to retract my cock. She giggled and gasped at the same time. '

'It's no-one. Don't stop,' she said. 

I pushed myself into her again while she, with admirable skill, tapped out a reply. I couldn't stop laughing and neither could she. Text sent, she dropped her phone to the floor and leaned forward to kiss me, extending her tongue towards mine and then pulling it away at the last second. 

'You have to be quicker than that,' she sighed. 

'Like this?' I quickened the tempo of my thrusts into her. 

'No. Yes.' 

'You don't know what you mean, do you?' She shook her head and bit her lip like the misbehaving girl she had once been. I closed my eyes and felt her torso bear down on mine, her face coming to rest in the crook of my neck. I felt for her breast, twisting the nipple clockwise, then anticlockwise as if seeking the combination to her. When my eyes opened again, I found her looking up at me, her pupils dark as spots of dried blood, a plaintive something trickling from her parted lips. Her thighs tautened and grasped mine. 

'Yes.' Placing one hand over the other upon my chest she pushed herself aloft, her back arched like a poised bow, her ribcage stark beneath her breasts. She pressed down mightily upon me as if trying to smash through my sternum, the minor tremor that shook her belying the magnitude of the implosion I could feel underway inside her. Her chin drooped and she exhaled raggedly.

'Is it okay to...?' I gasped.

'Yes...'

Later on, after she had left and I had taken my place next to a comatose Carol in the bedroom upstairs, I could still feel a vestige of the monstrous orgasm my new lover had wrung from me. I was so exhilarated that I didn't sleep at all that night. Like Colombus catching a glimpse of the West Indies for the first time, I found myself on the threshold of an entirely new world.

*

Monday evening. A mass exodus of bodies from the glass and chrome monstrosities of the financial district. At the exit to the underpass on the opposite side of the river, the bulk of the crowd swung left, towards the station, where they would board trains back to the suburbs. The others, me included, turned to the right and the lamplit embankment by the river, past the lead poisoned trees and the benches with their resident vagrants, heading towards downtown and its myriad pleasures. 

I turned left at the old cathedral, now an art gallery, and entered Summerhill, a gone to seed Georgian quarter that the developers had as yet failed to get their hands on. The majority of the houses had been converted into cheap apartments for students attending the University and the Art College on the other side of the river and as such, the general ambience was mild Bohemia. The pavement narrowed and its incline became steeper as I moved deeper into the district. Now the shabby facades of formerly splendid houses gave way to a square in which a cluster of shops huddled around a shuttered fruit market. The quality of the latter's produce was legendary and one of the few things that still brought outsiders into the area. It was what had brought her here that day four years ago. And it had led to her discovery of the oasis to which I now made my way...

...The necessity of a safe place for us to meet had become apparent early on. There was a certain thrill to be had in defiling our respective marital beds and fucking in the back seat of my car while parked by the seafront or on the heath above the city, but it was a precarious state of affairs. Neither of us was prepared to wait around for opportune moments to arise, the hit and run shit, as she called it. 

'When I need to see you, I need to see you,' was how she put it. I felt the same. I promised her I would get right on it but in truth, beyond some cursory examination of property websites and supplements, I didn't do very much, mainly because I wasn't sure what to do. Buying or renting an flat somewhere was the ideal scenario but neither of us could afford it. Hotels, though we resorted to them occasionally, were too risky – in a small city, you never knew who you'd run in to. I toyed with the idea of a mobile home or a caravan but dismissed it as impractical. Anyway, both of our middle-class sensibilities revolted against the very idea. There didn't seem to be any acceptable solution. And then one day she had rang me, breathlessly excited. 

She'd been at the Summerhill Market on her lunch-break (the Courthouse, where she worked as a stenographer, was situated nearby on the riverfront). 'Melons,' she said, and laughed. 'I was doing prosciutto that evening. I took a stroll up Lanchester where the charity shops are – you know the street I mean, across from the park with the memorial fountain, right? – and there's this closed down nightclub there, The Oasis, that used to be a strip club or a brothel or something, belonged to that unpronounceable Armenian mob guy? Then there was the raid and the court case, the mysterious fire, all of that. So I'm walking past this place when who comes out of the alley next to it only Judy, she's a detective, I know her from work...' 

'This story better be going somewhere,' I said. 

'Oh, but it is. Well, we're chatting and we get on to the subject of the club and whatnot, and you know what she tells me? She owns the building! After all the business went down there, there was some kind of bent auction of the Armenian's assets and more for kicks than anything, she bought the place for peanuts. But now the upshot is Judy's got a white elephant on her hands. Nothing's shifting around there, and to make the place sellable she'd have to spend a bundle. Then, straight out, I tell her I'll buy it. She doesn't even blink, just shakes my hand and says, done. There's some papers to be signed but...it's ours, babe!' 

'How much?' I said. 

She quoted a ridiculously low figure.

'That's crazy,' I said. 'How is that even possible?'

'There's a flat upstairs,' she went on. 'It needs a little work...'

'How much work?' I said. 

'There's some smoke damage...it's not important. Babe, this is what we've dreamed about. Our own place. I thought you'd be pleased.'

'I am. It's just...'

'What? What is it?'

'You can't just rush into something like this,' I said. 

'Oh fuck it, I get it now,' she said. 'You don't like that I took the initiative. So I'll just give it back, will I? We can go back to shagging in car parks like a couple of stray cats.'

I sighed and held the phone away from my ear. I was in no mood for a fight. 

'...at least have a look at the place...' she was saying when I tuned in again. 

'I'll do that.' 

'Sometimes I don't know why the fuck I bother,' she said and hung up. 

That makes two of us, I thought. 

A day or two later, we met in a cafe across from the fruit market for what was to be my first look at our new nightclub. She had already arrived when I got there, even though I was five minutes early, and was sitting in an alcove towards the back, twirling a cappucino cup back and forth on its saucer. 

'What's the face for?' I said. 

'If you're trying to piss me off more than you've done already, you're going about it the right way.' 

'Let's not, ok?'

'Are you coming?' She picked up her bag and stood up. 

'After you,' I said. 

We didn't speak a word on the way to the club. I remained a step behind her all the way like a queen's consort. There was some consolation to be had in the adoption of such a vantage point, however. Though I had seen her in many guises, it was in the formality of her work attire that she was at her most desirable to me. That day she was wearing a charcoal grey jacket with a matching knee-length pencil skirt, worn over a wide lapelled ivory blouse. Her legs were clad in sheer tan nylon and there were pearls in the buckles of her high heeled black shoes to complement those she wore about her neck and in the lobes of her ears. She wore her newly lightened hair down and I smiled as I watched her struggle to control the disobedient strands that the breeze sent skittering about her face. As we turned into Lanchester Street, she glanced back at me over her shoulder. I knew by the tightness around her mouth and the minute squint disfiguring her eyes that she was still angry. But she could no more hide her excitement from me than I could from her. 

I drew level with her and touched my hand to hers. 

'You're still a fucking arsehole,' she said. 

'I know. It's hard to stay mad though, isn't it?' I squeezed her hand, heartened by the counter pressure she applied. 

'Well, no, and now you're doing that emotional broker thing that I hate. Spare me your tips on what are the most appropriate feelings. Otherwise, we'll have a problem. Here we are.' 

We had stopped before an lane that ran alongside a building whose lower facade was concealed by a blue hoarding. 

'There's a door to the upstairs down there,' she said.

We entered the permanent twilight of the lane, glass and gravel crackling beneath our soles. The smell of her warm perfume mingled with that of the damp putrescence of our surroundings excited me immeasurably. She took a bunch of keys from her bag and undid the padlock and then the Yale lock on a scuffed metal plated door next to a drainpipe that sputtered water from a neat incision. 

'It's so dark,' I said, faced with the leering mouth formed by the doorway. 

'The electric still works, at least,' she said. I followed her inside, breathing with the shallow reverence I reserved for my rare visits to church and art galleries. She flicked a switch and revealed a damp smelling hallway leading to a set of double doors in front of us and a stairway curving away up to our left, horror film green in the jittery fluorescent light. From somewhere in the building came the sound of running water. Otherwise, the silence was so complete that the sounds generated by our bodies – our breathing, the gurgle of fluid in her stomach – were amplified to startling proportions. She linked her arm in mine and shivered. 

'Let's go up, shall we? It's creepy down here.' 

Halfway up the stairs, I stepped in front of her and kissed her. 

'This is fucking insane,' I said. 'I love it. We own a crime scene.'

Her mouth curled as it did when she attempted to stifle laughter but she failed on this occasion. Our ensuing kiss was slower and significantly deeper than the previous one. 

'Come on, I want you to see the flat. We haven't much time,' she said. I adored that woeful crack in her voice, a surefire tell that she was feeling horny. Still laughing, she took my hand again and led me up the remaining steps to a tiny landing flanked by two doors. As she unlocked the one to the right, I asked her what was behind the other one. 

'That's where I keep the bodies of my other victims,' she said. 

'Are you going to violate me before you kill me?'

She pushed the door open and stepped aside to let me see the place. 'You, more than any of the rest of them,' she said, her mouth against my ear, 'I am going to destroy.'

I reached down and elevated her thigh, my other hand smoothing the tightly stretched fabric over her buttocks.

'Would you care for a guided tour?' Her breath was scalding upon my lips and carried an undercurrent of ripeness suggestive of the more intimate recesses of her body. My tongue slid over hers and into her mouth, in search of a richer lode of that essence in which to luxuriate. We inched forward through the bare and shabby room and through another door, shedding items of clothing along the way, our progress eventually halted by the ornate baseboard of a double bed. I led her to its edge and sat her down, pushing her hair back from her temples. Her lips peeled apart with a soft liquid hiss, coming together again to entrap the leisurely fingertip I touched to them, her upturned eyes dark with arousal and, as ever, not entirely free of playfulness. 

She lay back, shrugging her blouse from her shoulders, the flesh of her belly olive coloured in the weird light. I kneeled down and helped her free of her skirt before pressing my mouth to the unstockinged bar of flesh upon her upper thigh. Here was the source of that I had sensed earlier upon her tongue. I hooked a finger inside the hem of her thong and lifted it away from the treasure it concealed. The hot reek of her poured forth in thick waves, its tendrils brushing my face, coaxing me towards her like gentle yet insistent fingers. I pushed the damp silk aside and ran my thumb about the chocolate and rose of her vulva, cooing in affirmation as her labia sundered beneath my touch, the sibilant entreaties she was now uttering seemingly issuing not from her mouth but from somewhere inside the space I had just exposed. 'Kiss it,' I heard her say but she didn't need to tell me. I knew how she liked it. I had been coached. 

'Men,' she had said once, 'you think that all you have to do is keep knocking away at the clit, like its a magic orgasm button. Those of you who can find it, that is. Broaden your horizons. There's a lot of pussy down there.'

When it came to oral sex, she disliked undue aggression ('Take your latent misogyny elsewhere...') and preciousness ('Spare me your delusions of artistry...') and asked only of a lover that he approach the task with a degree of enthusiasm. She had a habit of resting a hand upon the fur of her pubic mound while I was going down on her and its demeanour throughout was a good indicator of how she rated my efforts. The more animated its scrabbling, particularly at the mole she called my little eye which nestled in a hollow at the base of her stomach, the surer I was I was doing something right. 




The Oasis



That day, when I came up to give my aching tongue a rest, I discovered her fingers pinched about the mole, clawing at it frantically as if she was trying to rip it from her body. 

I bent my mouth to her once again, blowing a stream of warm breath through my pursed lips on to her clitoris. I kissed away a string of thick white honey from the rim of her labia before taking its meat between my lips and suckling upon it like an infant nursing at the breast. She gyrated her hips in sync with the action of my mouth, a manoeuvre she called the perpetual desiring machine. ('The more I'm getting off, the more turned on you get, which gets me off even more and so on unto infinity. It's science.') Her thighs, whose girth and solidity she hated and which I adored, buffeted my head in her increasing agitation, their muscles taut as drumheads against my ears. 

The contrast with the softness beneath my mouth and tongue could not have been greater. When I crawled on top of her, I felt my cock slip with ease through the wet slackness my tongue had wrought between her legs only for it to be pounced upon and gripped with ferocity upon entry. I leaned backwards into a sitting position and brought her with me until she was astride me in what was her favourite position. It brought us as close together as two bodies could be (which was really what both of us were after) and it gave her a degree of control over the tempo, which was necessary given my tendency to lose the run of myself and start pounding away. ('If you want to bang, then buy yourself a drum...') She could forgive most things but a lack of consideration on a lover's part was a cardinal offence. 

She wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my back while I cupped either of her buttocks in my hands, guiding the undulation of her body upon mine. We hit upon a rhythm that pleased us both and we stuck diligently to it in an attempt to protract the bliss of the moment for as long as possible. Her lips were poised before mine, whispering incoherently and obscenely in a language that made no rational sense but which our ennervated bodies understood. She touched her forehead to mine and became still, shutting her eyes as if beset by an unsolicited and unwelcome memory, all of her weight suddenly bearing down upon me. She shivered and I heard the creak of her clenching teeth against my ear while I hissed endearments into hers. The force of her climax stunned me temporarily and she slipped sideways from my grasp for a moment before I regathered her, my mouth stopping the gasp that issued from hers. Her teeth took a piece of my lip as she snatched her face away from mine, breathing, 'Come.'

I lay back and let go, giving way to a pleasure that blotted out existence. Sitting upright, her body at a ninety degree angle to mine, she reached back and palpated my scrotum, her eyes sparkling with malicious approval, her loins squirming down upon my juddering hips. When my tension began to abate, and reality once again reconstituted itself about me, I experienced the connectedness and reassurance that only her body's presence against mine could bring about. We both recoiled from using the word love but such moments showed up our pseudo-amorality for the sham it was. For an all too brief instant we were allowed to luxuriate in the purity of our feelings for each other before familiar modes of behaviour reasserted themselves. Her glance at her watch signalled a return to normality. 

'I'm starving,' she said, 'I'll have to pick something up on the way back. Did you eat anything?'

I shook my head sadly. She could handle post-coital tristesse, unlike me. 

'What about this place, then?' she said. 

I looked about at the peeling, smoke-blackened walls, the tangled venetian blinds hanging at an alarming angle in front of the window, a poster on the wall advertising what looked like some kind of Balkan liqueur. 

'Needs a bit of work, as you said. But...' I put my arms about her waist. 'I think you and I could be very happy here.'

Her mouth twitched as she teetered on the verge of an utterance that would betray her shield of practical cynicism, but she managed to keep herself in check. 

'Hand me my shoe, would you? It'll be fun doing it up. We can remain true to its former incarnation by maintaining the Ottoman brothel motif.'

'I'll buy a fez and a whip,' I said. 'Was it really a whorehouse?'

'I don't know. It is now..!'

...Four years later, as I approached the familiar blue hoarding now festooned with layers of posters advertising upcoming and past concerts, I reflected on how wrong my initial misgivings had been. She had been right in what she had said back then. I had been put out by her enterprise and spontaneity and the manner in which I reacted had been born of resentment. Moreover, in the ensuing weeks and months, as the apartment was licked into shape and I came to love it, she never once gloated or used my former hesitancy as a stick to beat me with. That was never her style...

I thought I smelled a faint trace of vanilla, clinging to the underbelly of the predominance of moisture-crumbled brick and ammonia, as I searched, by the light of my mobile, for the eye of the newly fitted mortise lock on the door in the lane. Once inside, I found the scent again, only stronger, drifting down from the top of the stairs whose upper reaches were warm with a faint, strange glow. 

The boards of the first step creaked warily beneath my foot. 

'...You know this can't go on....'

'...I've known that from the start...'

'...Then make a decision. No more sneaking around. Imagine that....'

The light from upstairs grew in intensity as I moved towards the curl of the stairwell. 'No more of this,' I thought, swimming upstream into a strengthening current of heated vanilla from above that filled my nose, my mouth, my eyes. My body felt as if it was filled with the same light I now stepped into, that of the hundreds of scented candles and tea-lights I saw beyond the half opened door of the flat. A galaxy of flames, black stem-borne teardrops, each one holding the promise of her body, all coming to a point of extinction, dying upon the air in a thread of oily smoke. 

No more of this...

I could smell her, distinct, unmistakable, her scent an autonomous presence within the room's somnolent, narcotic fug; a delicious weakness, the prelude to a freefall from the battlements, swooped downwards over my limbs. My hand felt numb as I picked up and sipped from an unfinished goblet of white wine mottled with her smudged fingerprints. Spoiled with burnt perfume, it tasted sugar-sentimental and rancorous, like an abused child's remembrance of Christmasses past. And there, in that discordant contrast, I discovered the essence of our affair – the mad joy kitted out in the sober garb of rationality, the barely remembered admonitions against sinning perverted into hymns of sensuality, the unreason inverted and transformed to God's truth...

No more of this? 

I reached for the blade of one of a pair of cod scimitars forming a St. Andrew's cross on the wall above the mantelpiece. The alternative was killing her and then myself. Death was infinitely more alluring than the endless, airless moonscape of that other life. 

I found her, as I knew I would, in the bedroom. Two rows of alternating blue and red candles formed a pathway that led to the bed where she was lying on her side, naked except for a white scarf. 

'What were you doing out there?' she said. A portion of the flesh of her upper arm was made like glass by the light of an adjacent candle. Her face ebbed and flowed within the shadowplay of flames. 

'Contemplating suicide...' 

'Oh dear. And just when I was becoming rather fond of you.' 

'Now, about this present you mentioned...'

'All of it. Everything you see...' She swept an arm about. 'It's all yours.'

'Ours.' 

'Come here.' 

The dopplering bass of a passing car's stereo, pulsing in sequence with the beacon of a pedestrian crossing overlooked by the flat, provided the overture to my undressing. It felt unnatural, within this space, to be clothed, a fact whose self-evidence seemed to exasperate her. Her breasts, assailed by tides of gooseflesh, wearing their nipples as dark absences, felt cool and heavy in my palms. I moved my hands down her flanks to the borderland of her waist and the nascent flaring of her hips; she breathed against my collarbone, her hair trickling down, its stray tips electric like champagne bubbles upon my newly bared flesh. Although she had no children, I saw, nonetheless, in a range of tiny, almost imperceptible details – the angle at which her busy knuckle was crooked, the solicitude of the tiny lines at the limits of her mouth, the satisfaction expressed by the generous swell of her nostrils – the spectre of her unrealized motherhood. My fingers meshed together at the beautiful small of her back, one of many of her hidden and magical places, as I drew her against me. Her arms encircled my neck and my face came home to the junction of her neck and shoulder. 

'Someday we'll be dead,' I said. 

'No shit,' she said. 

'How can this die? It's impossible.' 

'If you go before me, I'll dig you up. Like that Heathcliff.' 

'I'm serious.'

'That's your problem.' She took my chin in the V of her hands and kissed me on both eyes. 'There. Now do it to me.' 

I did as I was asked. 

'That's the Aztec kiss of eternal life,' she said. 'Now we're immortal.' 

Her eyes told me she was only half taking the piss. And then, I realized that she was right. There would come a day, long after both she and I and these four walls were gone, here in the successor of The Oasis that would be amongst the buildings of a new city, one already rising like a sated vulture above the bone-stripped carcass of the old, that an as yet unborn citizen, on passing this spot or crossing the threshold, would, for an uncanny second, wonder after the source of the throb that had just dimpled their skin before carrying on and forgetting about it forever. Bodies die but energy persists and that of the ecstasy our union had engendered would surely prove to be deathless, persisting down the years in defiance of a physics that would need to recalibrate its parameters. 

We did it, sweetheart. We defied space and time.

*

Carol sat in front of a makeover show wearing an expression of lobotomized astonishment. I stabbed at the backspace key to delete the contents of a spreadsheet cell. 

'I met Eric in Marks' earlier,' she said. 

'Eric shops?' 

'Sue needed clotted cream, apparently. I don't know where she gets the time for all that fancy food she does. Or the energy.'

#NAME? read the error message in the cell. 

'No wonder Eric always looks so chuffed with himself,' I said. 

'You think?' She pushed up one side of her glasses and rubbed an eye. 'Haven't you ever wondered about the two of them?' 

'I try not to.' 

'They're a bit of an odd couple, don't you think? Her so accomplished and all. And Eric such a plodder.'

'All childless couples are odd.'

'I shouldn't wonder if there aren't those who consider us odd. Do you think so?' 

Sometimes it was hard not to believe that Carol was being purposefully guileless, perhaps in the hope of wrong-footing me. She had a habit of saying these not so innocent-seeming innocent things. The best strategy was to remain unmoved and say nothing.

'I can't keep my eyes open. I could sleep for a week.' 

She sagged as her slow puncture allowed a little more pressure to escape. I minimized the Excel window and opened Gmail. Spam: 15. Oxycodone; Cialis; Replica Rolex Watches; I grew 3 inches bigger in 10 weeks. New messages: 2. 

'I'll probably go up soon,' she said. 'Read my book.' 

'The Atwood? How is it?' 

'Oh, grim, you know. Dystopia.' 

I deleted the first message, from a locksmith, from both inbox and trash and opened the second. Attached was one of the self-portraits she had taken with her phone in The Oasis the night before. Underneath was a feline emoticon depicting a pair of x's sitting astride a question mark. She liked to play the sphinx. Two kisses and an enquiry or dead cartoon eyes above a sickle? A typo? Whatever its provenance, it was definitely female, perhaps another image of her, a cryptic counterpoint to the realism of the photo. 

Carol came over and leaned forward to kiss me goodnight. And was it merely suggestion or did I see that symbol again, inscribed beneath the skin in the very bones of her face?



The Oasis - The Girls Go Hiking



Karen rolled out of bed at 4:10 and looked back at her sleeping husband. Last night after sharing a drink and a cigar with the owner and another guest of the Oasis he had fucked her nearly unconscious and came in her ass.

Anal sex was a rarity for them but last night it was spectacular and Karen came as hard as Jim. She wandered into the bathroom and turned on the light and started to get her hiking clothes on.

She caught sight of her naked body in the mirror and gave out a little gasp as she remembered shaving her pubic hair the day before as a gift to Jim. This was turning into an interesting trip.

She quickly pulled on her short hiking shorts, laced up her boots and wrestled her breasts into a sports bra and headed out just as Debbie silently pulled up in an electric golf cart.

"Right on time," the small dark woman said. "We are getting a good early start so the hike should be great. Jump in."

Karen studied Debbie as they glided toward the outskirts of the compound. She was a small dark woman with thick black hair and piercing light blue eyes. The stark difference between her complexion and eye color created a fascinating unique beauty that made you want to stare. She was just 5 feet tall and weighed just 100 pounds and was very fit. Her shorts rode high on her firm thighs as she drove the golf cart. Her breasts clearly needed no support and clearly had none. Her tight white tank top outlined her breasts with her dark nipples visible though the material.

They rounded the corner of the compound and pulled up to the airplane hangar. "We are taking the little Piper out to the trailhead" Debbie said as she slid the large hangar door open. "You aren't afraid of little planes are you?"

"My dad was a pilot," Karen replied as she helped push the large door open. "I grew up in a Cessna 182 and could fly before I could drive so I am good with little planes."

The two women pushed the small Piper out of the hangar. "This is a Super Cub with a 125 horsepower," Debbie said as the plane rolled to a stop. "The large balloon tires are for landing on sand. We can take the upper doors off if you want to feel the wind in your hair."

Karen agreed and soon they were rolling down the runway and lifting off into freshening daylight. It was already 80 degrees and the wind felt wonderful. As soon as they were airborne Debbie turned the plane and headed straight for the mountains in the distance. They only climbed to a couple hundred feet off the ground and Karen was fascinated by the desert below.

"Do you want to fly her?" Karen heard Debbie say through the bulky headphones. "We have to go about 45 minutes on this heading to the trailhead. Shake the stick if you want her."

Karen flew for what seemed like 10 minutes and Debbie was telling her that it was time to land. Debbie circled a flat spot in the desert and softly landed the plane on the firm desert floor.

They rolled toward a steep rock wall and climbed out after the engine stopped. They quickly reinstalled the doors and locked the plane after they had tied it down to cleats hidden in the sand.

Debbie was unloading the plane and called over her shoulder "Have you ever fired a hand gun?" "My dad made me fire a 22 when I was 12," Karen answered. "But not since then."

"Then you're going to learn something today," Debbie said as she walked up with a small black pistol in her hand. "There are lots of animals out here and if I get hurt you need to know how to use this. You're going to get the 5-minute class."

Debbie expertly showed Karen how to tell if the gun was loaded and how to load a shell in the chamber. She then told her to point it out in the desert and fire a couple of rounds.

The gun felt great in Karen's hand and her heart was racing as she pulled the trigger. The report was quieter than she had expected and the recoil felt great. It was a real rush and a feeling of power she had never felt before. She turned to see Debbie smiling broadly.

"Cool huh?" she said laughing. "I probably didn't need to do that but somehow I thought you'd like it. Let's get going so we beat the heat to the top. You have to carry your own water but I'll carry everything else. We're going up about 2500 feet in just over 4 miles so some parts are pretty steep. Keep up baby!"

"Let's do this!" Karen responded with genuine enthusiasm. She could do 4 miles in her sleep, how tough could this be? Karen strapped on her fanny pack with the two water bottles and headed out after Debbie who had moved between a nearly invisible opening in the rocks and headed up a trail.

If the hill was a constant 11% grade it would not be too tough, but as with all mountains, this one was not consistent. About half the hike was relatively flat and the other half was very steep. An hour later when Karen reached the top she had answered her own question -- it could be very tough.

As she crested the hill she saw Debbie walking toward her motioning to be quiet. Karen approached quietly and saw that Debbie had pulled out the gun and had it at her side.

"There is a big snake just around the corner of that rock," she whispered as she handed the gun to Karen. "You take the gun and I am going to try to get it to leave. If it makes a move to strike shoot it." 

Karen's heart was racing as she moved around the corner of the rock and looked down at the ground about ten feet in front of her and saw a large snake coiled at the base of a rock staring up at her and making a soft rattling sound almost like a purr. Karen's heart was already racing from the excitement but managed to add a few beats per second as she pointed the gun at the coiled snake.

Debbie came around the other side of the rock with a long stick and slowly approached the viper. The snake looked back and forth between the two women several times calmly flicking its tongue in the air then focused on Debbie and reared back to strike.

Karen felt the gun kick twice and was shocked that the noise was so much louder than in the desert below. Time slowed as the bullets kicked up sand as they struck. She saw pieces of snake and sand flying in different directions. The gun felt light as a feather in her shaking hands as she kept it trained on the dying snake.

"Nice shot," Debbie said as she took a deep breath and stared at the quivering sections of dead snake. "It was a big snake. It could have hit me from where it was. You probably saved my life. Are you OK?"

"I feel a little shaky," Karen said as the adrenaline rush subsided. "Between the hike and the snake I think I need to sit for a little while." Now the gun felt like it weighed a ton as she handed it to Debbie.

Debbie engaged the safety and stuck the gun in her waistband as she walked to the face of the rock and reached around into a small crack in the back. Karen could hear the tones of a key pad being pushed and with a click the side of the rock popped open. Debbie pulled open a door the size of a refrigerator and stepped inside the rock. Karen followed her inside the dimly lit musty room.

"This is a Terrain Inserted Tactical Station. It was developed for Afghanistan and tested out here," Debbie explained. "The Army places these at strategic locations throughout the mountains and then our Special Forces guys who are operating way behind the lines have a place they can hide and restock. They call them TITS. The radio signal when they are safely inside and everything is working is that they are tits up. There is a story about three guys who hid in one of these while several hundred Taliban camped all around them. The Taliban used the rock to dry clothes and hang out and our guys just hunkered down inside until they left. This one is a little more comfortable than those."

Debbie pulled back a sheet revealing a skylight. Karen looked around the interior of the rock and saw a couple of comfortable looking chairs, a fan and a rack with some blankets and towels stacked on it. Debbie turned on the fan and quickly the musty air was replaced with the clean smell of the desert. Karen walked over and shakily lowered herself into one of the chairs.

"This is quite the place," she said as she threw her head back and closed her eyes letting the warm air from the fan caress her overheated body. "Complete with electricity. How do you manage that?"

"Solar panels are hooked up to a trickle charger for the batteries," Debbie explained as she moved over in front of Karen. "Sometimes we come up here for overnights and we can start up the refrigerator. For day trips though we don't fire it up. Let's get those boots off and let you relax a little. We will hang out here for awhile and then head back down."

Debbie knelt in front of Karen and removed her boots and socks and started massaging her feet. Karen sank a little deeper into the chair and let out a moan of pleasure as Debbie moved from her feet up to her calves pushing her legs wider apart. Debbie could feel the older woman relax as she applied her best massage techniques to both stimulate and relax her. She was gradually pushing Karen's legs wider and wider as she slowly moved higher. Debbie could catch fleeting glimpses of Karen's cunt through sheer panties as she pushed her legs apart with each massage stroke. She could feel her young pussy getting wet fantasizing about what might happen with this beautiful older woman.

Karen was in heaven. Her mind was completely alert yet completely relaxed at the same time. She could hardly believe that there was a stunning young woman kneeling between her legs massaging the insides of her thighs and she not only wasn't resisting she was getting very wet anticipating her next move. She gasped as Debbie slid her hands inside her shorts and began massaging the very tops of her thighs with her hands surrounding her cunt. Each time she pushed forward the lips of Karen's cunt pressed together creating a wonderful pressure on her clit.

Debbie felt the tension building in Karen's loins. She could feel her pushing back against her hands to increase the pressure on her clit and knew she was building to an orgasm. Debbie could feel her own cunt getting that heavy feeling when her lips were swelling and the juices building inside her in anticipation of sex. She loved the feeling of control over Karen. She pushed a little harder on her clit for two strokes and knew Karen was over the top.

Karen felt Debbie push closer to her core and the pressure on her clit was overwhelming. All at once she knew she was going to come and felt her hips begin to buck of their own accord. Her hands instinctively went to her breasts and she pulled her nipples through the thick jog bra. She felt the orgasmic wave hit and the simultaneous gush of cum into her panties.

Debbie couldn't believe the intensity of Karen's climax. She was a strong woman but Karen's thrashing nearly knocked her over. It was all she could do to hold on and keep pressing on Karen's bucking cunt. As her orgasm waned Debbie could feel and smell Karen's cum. It was thrilling and Debbie's cunt throbbed with anticipation as she gently pushed two fingers inside Karen's soaked panties and scooped up some of her thick juice. She took her sticky fingers and moved them to Karen's lips and pushed them inside. Karen sucked greedily savoring her tangy flavor.

Karen was in a daze as she felt Debbie tug on her shorts and panties. She raised her hips and in a second they were off exposing her newly-shaven cunt to the small dark woman's eager eyes. Karen shuddered as Debbie leaned forward and pushed her tongue between the swollen lips of her cunt and into her soaking wet vagina. Karen let out a moan and gave herself over to Debbie's ministrations.

Debbie loved the feel and taste of all women but really loved this woman. Her juices were thick, syrupy and tangy. Just the way she liked it. She worked her tongue deeper into Karen's cunt until she felt the older woman start to cum again. She smoothly pulled her tongue from her frothing hole and sucked her erect clit into her soft mouth. This set off Karen's second bucking thrashing orgasm in less than 5 minutes.

Karen saw spots in front of her eyes as she felt her body take off on its own again. She was completely out of control as the climax swept over her and crashed on her convulsing body. She collapsed in the soft chair and felt drool running down her cheek and cum running down her thighs.

Debbie stood as Karen's thrashing subsided and she melted into the chair. Her cheeks glistened with Karen's cum and her cunt throbbed with her own desire.

Karen slowly opened her eyes and saw Debbie standing a few feet away. She was completely naked except for her hiking boots. She was a stunning little woman with small athletic breasts topped by nearly black inch-long nipples one of which was pierced and sported a gold stud. Her small patch of pubic hair was jet black and nearly straight. Debbie slowly approached the side of Karen's chair and gently stroked her honey blonde hair.

"I thought I'd lost you there," she said softly. "You did for a minute," Karen replied. "I've never experienced anything like that before." Karen ran her hand up the back of Debbie's thigh and stroked her tight butt. "It's my first time with a woman. I can't believe what I've been missing."

"And we've just started, Lady," Debbie said as she pushed back against Karen's hand. "You have a lot more to learn." Debbie leaned down and kissed Karen passionately.

Karen suspected that women kissed differently than men and she was right. Debbie didn't force her tongue down her throat the way Jim did but rather it was a mutual joining of the two women each giving and each taking in a soft but firm dance with their lips. As they kissed Karen insinuated her hand between Debbie's thighs gently pushing two fingers into her dripping cunt. She felt the younger woman tense and gasp as her fingers delved deeper and deeper into her swollen and ready pussy.

Debbie felt Karen's fingers work their way into her cunt and she couldn't stop the force that was building inside her. She pushed back against the invading digits and knew her orgasm was imminent. Her legs began to quiver as she broke the kiss and moved slightly forward to push her fully erect nipple into Karen's eager mouth.

"Bite it," Debbie said breathlessly as she forced the hard black nipple into Karen's mouth. Karen clamped her teeth onto the eraser-like nipple being shoved in her mouth and immediately felt Debbie's cunt spasm around her fingers. She could hear Debbie panting and feel her cum flowing over her fingers, pooling in her hand and running down her wrist. In an instant of pure clarity she understood why Jim always told her that feeling her cum on his cock was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. This was power, pleasure and passion all rolled into one exquisite moment. It was pure intoxication. It was a high unmatched by any drug.

Debbie had experienced much in her 28 years but nothing compared to this moment. Her body was primed from the hike and still had some adrenaline from the encounter with the snake which combined to make her orgasm incredibly intense. Her body was on fire and she felt as if it would explode with sensation as the wave passed and she slowly sank to her knees using the chair for support.

Karen felt Debbie start to sink and slipped her sticky fingers from her convulsing cunt. Without thinking she moved her hand to her mouth and started licking the creamy goo from her fingers, hand and arm. She felt like a lioness cleaning her claws after a satisfying kill and knew in that moment she was a changed woman.

Debbie recovered from her orgasmic stupor and helped Karen from the chair. They quickly removed Karen's athletic bra and spread one of the self-inflating air mattresses on the floor. The two very different women -- one small dark Afghani and one tall blonde American - lay down together on the pad and gently, naturally entwined themselves together.

They slowly worked on each other until their passion could not be contained. Karen rolled Debbie onto her back and agonizingly slowly worked her way down the small brown body until her mouth clamped onto her soaking wet cunt. Karen had never performed oral sex on a woman but knew instinctively what to do. She knew what she had always hoped Jim would do and how he would do it and she did that to Debbie. It was less than a minute before she heard Debbie panting and moaning and felt the younger woman's little hands grab the back of her head and pull it tighter against her now-pulsing cunt. Karen moved her hands to her trembling cunt and roughly buried three fingers into her dripping pussy and felt herself cum quickly.

Debbie screamed and cum flooded Karen's mouth as the little woman came again. Karen crawled back up the nearly-comatose Debbie and kissed her sharing the flood of juice that she held in her mouth.

The two spent women lay entangled on the floor of the enclosure for a few minutes before Debbie spoke. "We should get back soon," she said quietly. "I'd love to stay here all day but I'm afraid one more of those and I'd couldn't hike down the mountain."

They quickly dressed, closed up the tactical station and moved down the trail to the airplane. The trip down the mountain was much faster and uneventful although Karen could feel her legs tremble from time to time. She wasn't sure if it was from the hike or the sex but she knew she had never felt this alive before in her entire life.

They untied the airplane and flew back to The Oasis, aided by a tail wind. The pushed the small plane into the hangar and secured the door and headed to the golf cart.

Just before they got to the cart Debbie approached Karen and threw her arms around the taller woman's neck and kissed her deeply grinding her cunt into her as she did so. "I have never felt like that before Karen. Thank you."

"I'll never be the same," Karen responded. "I hope that's a good thing but I know it's a fact. I'm the one who needs to thank you." They kissed again and climbed in the golf cart.

Neither woman said a word as they pulled up to Karen's room and she climbed out. They stared at each other and smiled.

Karen turned and walked into her room unsure of what awaited next but excited about the future in a way she hadn't been since she was a young girl.