0 comments/ 214895 views/ 9 favorites Miami Heat By: crackerjack007 All of my life, I have loved my mother with all of my heart. I don't know when it all started, but I started to love my mom in a different kind of way (you know the kind that Freud would talk about). This wasn't helped by the fact that my mother would find reasons to walk around the house nude when I was growing up. She never closed the door in the bathroom and walking by, I could watch her as she was bathing. I would get hard as a rock, as I would watch as she would manipulate a bar of soap between and all around her massive globes, and how the globes bounced all over. After she would finish teasing the hell out of me in the bath, she would walk to her bedroom in the buff. The memory of her walking by with her black muff in all of its glory will be a memory that will stay with me for a very long time to come. We started to have a deeper relationship a couple of months ago, and I was finding that I wanted to spend all of my time with her. When you are making love to a woman that you really love, it can be the greatest thing in the world, and when it is your mother who you are banging the hell out of, well that is untoppable. I decided that the two of us needed a vacation, so I planned for the two of us to go to Florida for a week. This would give us the opportunity to take a break from our work, give us incredible tans that would make people envious, and if nothing else, it would give us the chance to have wild and crazy vacation sex. In the early morning hours of the day that we were to depart, I got a call on my cell phone from my mother. She told me that she had some paperwork to finish at the office, so she would have to meet me at the airport, but to go ahead of her and make sure all of the arrangements were set. I arrived at the airport and did all of the stuff that you do when you go to an airport. I found a bench outside of the terminal that we would be departing from, so I sat out there while waiting for my mother to arrive. After about twenty minutes, I see a stretch Hummer limo pulling into the terminal. I started to wonder who would be the lucky bastard arriving in such luxury, while I had to hop a train. The door opened and a pair of black pumps hit the concrete, and I started to scan this body from toe to head-black fishnet stockings, a short black skirt that barely covered her perfectly shaped ass, a tight white tank top, hair pulled back into a bun, fire engine red lips and nails, and dark sunglasses. It took me a few moments to realize that it was my mother who was stepping out. I briskly walked over to this perfect sculpture of a woman who would make Michaelangelo jealous, as I heard necks cracking as people were trying to get a glimpse. My mother pulled me close to her and gave me a long, deep, passionate kiss. It was one of the most sensual kisses that I have ever received, and I had hoped that it would never end. The flight was pretty good (a little bumpy at times, which brought my mother closer to me), but it was more than welcome. She kept telling me how good I smelled (I wear Nautica) and how nice my shirt had felt. She wouldn't stop rubbing my shoulders and arms, which started to turn me on. I think she knew what she was doing, because it was getting obvious that the tray was starting to go to the closed position without my hands touching it. We arrived at the airport and gathered our belongings and went to pick up our rental car. We decided to get a sporty convertible, especially because neither of us have ever had one of those before and the weather was going to be really warm. After getting lost for a little bit, we finally found the hotel, were I checked in. As I was checking in, my mother came from behind me, and started to nuzzle on my neck and ear. I guess it is a good thing that the reception desk was bolted to the floor, because the desk would have slammed against the wall, as hard as my mom had just made me. We got up to the room and I offered to draw a bath for mother, so that she could unwind from all of her exhaustion. She gladly accepted. I went into the bathroom and found that the tub was really big and that this would come in great hand later in the week. I made sure that the water was hot, but not enough to scold my mother's delicate skin. I found some bubbles that the hotel had left, and some candles. I poured loads and loads of bubbles into the steamy water, and lit the candles throughout the bathroom. As I called for my mother, I turned on some music on the radio. Mother walked into the bathroom in the nude, which was an incredible sight. She has a very nice set of legs that go on for weeks, a perfectly shaped ass, flat stomach, and the nicest set of tits that I have ever seen in my life. They are naturally a double D cup, which has always boggled my mind. I grabbed ahold of her hand, as she was getting into the tub. She got into the tub and asked for me to go pour us some drinks. Mother had decided that she wanted a Cape Cod (cranberry and vodka) and I had the same. I came back into the bathroom and she invited me to get into the tub with her. I stripped off my clothes and got into the tub opposite from my mother. She smiled at me, coyly, as I had entered. We talked about all kinds of stuff. The conversation quickly turned to sex, and she took her foot and rubbed my balls with her foot. I moved next to her, so that I could be close to her. I started to play with her pussy under the water, which caused her to moan. She was getting pretty wild, as I used one hand to finger her wet cunt, and the other hand to tweak her nipples. She begged me to stop, which I did very reluctantly. After I had stopped, she stood up and moved in front of me. She took her boobs in her hands and said, "Do you like what I have to offer?" I replied, "Yes, yes, I do." She started to bend down and took my cock in her hand, and guided it right into her pussy. She went right down on my eight inches of manhood and let out one of the loudest moans that I have ever heard. As she was moving her pussy deeper down on my shaft, I placed my hands around her hips and moved her up and down, as I sucked on her tits. After only a few moments, I knew that I was about to cum, which my mother said, "Cum in your mother, you mother fucker." When a woman tells you to cum in her, you don't ask her twice, if she is sure. I shot spurt after spurt after spurt of hot cum into her pussy. I kept my cock in her, even after my juices had all left my body and went into hers. After a few minutes, we decided that it would be best to move this into the bedroom. We hopped out of the tub and we dried one another off. We went into the bedroom and she told me to lay down on the king size bed. Once I was laid down, my mother told me to close my eyes. I closed my eyes and heard her moving all about, which made my cock start to stir again. She ended up using some ties that I had brought in my bag, in case we went somewhere fancy, to tie my arms and legs to the bed. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I imagined that it would be great. She sat on my face and told me to eat her pussy. I took my tongue and ran it all up and down her hairy pussy before I went inside. Her pussy has a very sweet taste to it, which I always love. I made all kinds of designs with my tongue and varying speeds, which caused her to squirm and moan. I used my nose to rub her clit, as my tongue took care of the inside. She came and told me to drink every last drop of her sweet nectar. After I cleaned her pussy with my tongue, she went to the other end of the bed. She took my cock in her hands and started to stroke it. She gave my penis head a peck with her lips, and started to nibble on my shaft. She did this in a very loving way, so the pain that it caused, wasn't all that bad. She took my balls in her mouth and sucked on them really hard, and took her tongue and licked around the crack of my ass, which I have to admit, had me squirming. She went right back to sucking my big cock, as she massaged my balls. She kept bobbing her head up and down, up and down, up and down, until I filled her mouth with my hot, sticky cum. Mother is a hardcore swallower-she will swallow every last bit of my cum. She laid next to me, as she untied me from the posts of the bed, and asked how much I enjoyed what had happened. I told her that I loved every second of it, which I did, and she told me that after we take a nap, there would be more fun that we would need to take care of. Miami Heat Dear Readers: For better story clarity, I strongly recommend reading "The French Connection" and "Caribbean Duet" the first 2 installments in the series. Cindy's Sapphic Adventures: Miami Heat Late Saturday night found Ben and me in our usual spot, the bed. After dinner and a movie, we spent time at the local pub and knocked back a few. Ben was feeling pretty good. "Hey Cin, pull my finger" Ben asked in an overly amused voice and offered me his index finger. "Why, so you can fart?" I remarked sarcastically. "Nah, I wouldn't do that" he said with fake sincerity. "If you fart Ben, no sex for a month" I said with all seriousness trying to grab his finger. "You're kidding?" he questioned in a flabbergasted tone and pulled his finger back. "Try me" I said defiantly. "No sex of any kind?" he asked with an incredulous voice. "That's right. No hand manipulation, no oral and oh yes! No Sapphic adventure stories" I said with conviction. Ben's complexion turned ghostly white. A month without sex was an eternity to him. "And, if I find out your masturbating, I'll extend it another month." I said with vehemence. I detested displays of male sophomoric behavior especially when it came to bodily functions. Now Ben had a sheepish expression on his face and looked like a little boy who lost his puppy dog. Although it tugged on my heart strings, I was serious about my threats. "Ok Cin. You win. He said in a deflated voice. "That's better." I said very maturely. "Will you tell me a story?" he said in that little boy voice that affects me every time. "I don't think so!" I spat the words in anger. "Pretty please with sugar on it?" God, I loved it when he begged me for something. "I'll think about it" I stated with not much conviction. Ben got on his knees in front of me in a gesture of total supplication and tenderly kissed up my thighs to my pussy. He was a devoted pussy hound and frequently ate me. But, it wasn't necessary this time. "Ok, you convinced me" I said in a fake deflated voice. "Which story do you want to hear?" I asked in world weary way. "The one about the guy and his sister" He said in a perky voice. "That's very descriptive Ben" I said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know, ah...I think his name was Lenny or Lee" he stated in a panicky way. I let out a deep sigh and gave Ben a withering look. "Are you sure?" I questioned. "Yeah, I mean yes" he said with glee. The summer after college graduation I received an email from my friend April asking if I wanted to life guard at a local resort swimming pool. Apparently they were short handed and needed help badly. I usually worked during summer breaks from college because I preferred having my own money for clothes and other necessities. The resort was affiliated with a nationally known hotel chain and was busy year round. Many of the tourists, especially children, took advantage of the free swimming lessons. The landscaping around the enormous pool complex was abundant with shade palm trees, a must in the hot and sticky Miami summers. In addition to the pool were various water slides and a lazy river tube ride. The next day I reported for work and spent two hours in orientation learning the layout. Another two hours was devoted to the proper treatment of guests and their families. Finally, when I took my place on the lifeguard stand at the main pool, I saw a familiar face on the opposite side. I hadn't seen Lee since high school graduation at Saint Bernard's Prep and his physical appearance had changed. When he saw me he waved. We stayed in touch with each other after high school and I remembered his recent email where he mentioned dating April. For the next two hours I kept stealing glances at Lee, hoping he wouldn't notice. When the relief lifeguard took my place, I met Lee at the refreshment stand. He was happy to see me and we talked about our high school days when we were as close as two people can be without having sex. Lee had a crush on me in high school but never asked me out. He was overweight but now he had a lean and muscular look. "I was surprised when I saw your name on the lifeguard roster yesterday" he said bashfully. When I mentioned to Lee that April neglected to tell me he was a lifeguard, he said she was the jealous type and was aware that we were close friends in high school. With April in the picture, I had visions of a long dry sexless summer. She was a tall full bodied blonde with large boobs and looked stunning in her red Speedo one piece. "And, look at you, why... you look GREAT!" I exclaimed. Lee blushed. When I asked about Lee's weight loss and transformation, he explained that after high school he went on a diet and exercise regimen at his father's gym and followed it religiously. His arms, back legs and chest had a sculpted look. When he moved his arms, his biceps danced up and down. For the next week we worked almost identical schedules and it was a treat to watch Lee teach swimming to a group of six year olds. He had a polite and shy demeanor that was attractive. His muscles were inflated but his ego was anything but. On Saturday I was working the afternoon shift when I saw a hot looking girl walk onto the pool deck. She was pretty with short black hair, olive colored skin and a lean physique with excellent muscle tone. Lee walked over to her and kissed her cheek. At first I didn't recognize her and while Lee and his "friend" walked over to my lifeguard stand, I did my best to appear disinterested. "You remember my sister Maria" Lee stated. When I looked at the pretty and sexy girl that Lee claimed was his sister, I saw the resemblance. Maria was fifteen when I last saw her and she had to be eighteen or nineteen now. Lee resembled his mother's side of the family with light brown hair and pale complexion but Maria clearly inherited her father's Spanish heritage. I spent my dinner break reminiscing with Maria and found her to be mature, intelligent and vivacious. She recalled that I always took time to play with her and the Barbie dolls that populated her room. In fact, she had many memories of me that I had forgotten. I laughed when Maria told me she begged Lee and me into taking her to a horror movie at the multiplex and she was so frightened that she hid under the seat. After the movie, she had popcorn, candy and all sorts of debris stuck to her clothes. "You were so nice to me, like a big sister" Maria stated with conviction I felt my face blush crimson and I'm sure I had an "Aw shucks" type look on my face. While Maria was talking, I tried unobtrusively to look her over. She had an athletic look that made my blood boil. When I asked about her fit appearance, she told me her dad suggested boxing and the effects of the training as a great way to keep fit. I recalled that he was an up and coming middleweight when he was injured and forced into early retirement. Maria offered to give me boxing lessons in her spare time but warned me that the gym her father owned was in a rough part of Miami. "Not many white girls train there" She remarked in a matter of fact tone. I accepted her invitation anyway. The following day I drove to her father's gym in Miami. I was early and shrank against the wall inside the main door because I was intimidated by the atmosphere. There was a dizzying array of apparatus and four separate boxing rings. A cacophony of words and shouts in Spanish and English filled the air. Everyone was totally absorbed in their own little universe. Two women in the ring closest to me were sparring and I winced when the harder blows landed. I watched with a mixture of fascination and repulsion until a young man named Miguel showed me to the locker room. The overpowering odor of stale sweat, dank clothing and wet leather permeated the air but when I saw Maria, I was visibly relieved. Maria saw the expression on my face and greeted me warmly. She was dressed in a sports T, shorts and sneakers and I swear she looked like Michelle Rodriguez in "Girl Fight." In a quieter corner of the gym, Maria guided me thru a long cardio warm up and numerous stomach exercises. She showed me some basic moves and I felt clumsy when I tried to imitate her movements. After about an hour and a half, she called it quits. Drenched in sweat from the workout and the non air conditioned gym, I was in desperate need of a shower. In the locker room, I stripped out of my damp clothes in front of Maria. She had an amused expression on her face and was removing hers as well. The hot water on my body felt refreshing and I glanced at Maria. She was showering near a woman whose body had a chiseled look. I tried not to stare but my curiosity got the better of me. She was the same height as Maria and the muscles on her wet body were clearly defined. She caught me staring and I quickly looked away. The exhilarating effects of the workout stayed with me the rest of the day. However, when I tried getting out of bed the next morning, every muscle in my body was sore and achy. When Maria saw me walking with stiff movements at work, she chuckled. "How bout' a workout later on?" Maria asked amusedly. I shot her a frowning look that was uncharacteristic for me. During lunch break I eased my aching body into a chair next to Maria. She was more sympathetic and explained that if I continued with the training, my body would adjust to the physical demands of the exercise. "I'm not a quitter." I said forcefully. "You got guts Cindy." She said with admiration. I was wolfing down a turkey club sandwich when I asked Maria about the women training at the gym. Maria explained that most were from families at the poverty level and with the rapidly growing popularity of female boxing, it was a way to a better life. "Have you fought in the ring?" I asked with genuine curiosity. "My father made it clear to me from the beginning, no amateur or professional fights, ever." She stated emphatically. Maria admitted to sparring with fighters a few times but when her father found out he put a stop to it. She related how from an early age he drilled into her that he was one of the lucky ones who escaped permanent injury and still had his brains intact. Because he had an honest manager, he earned enough money to start a new career and buy the gym. Most professional fighters wound up on the streets with scrambled brains from too many blows to the head. The lucky one's who still had their faculties, usually took menial jobs because they had no experience in anything but boxing. Also, most had little or no money because of "creative" accounting practices among the managers and promoters. When I met Maria at the gym the next morning, my body felt much better. For a warm up exercise, she had me doing push ups like a guy, skipping rope and jogging in place. With sweat dripping off my face, she took me thru a series of boxing moves that had me shaking my head. For the next six weeks I trained at the gym with Maria. With April dominating Lee's spare time, Maria and I became fast friends. We spent our spare time together and I was convinced that Maria had an interest in me other than friendship. It was mid July and as I was getting dressed for work, I noticed that my swimsuit was a little loose around my waist but a bit tighter in the chest. When I jumped on the scale, I was shocked that I went from 102 lbs. to 106 lbs., a gain of four lbs. At 5' 2" tall, four lbs. is a lot to gain. Maria worked as a lifeguard at the busy water slides and when I got to work that day I told her in a panicky voice about my weight gain. She laughed and told me that I added four lbs. of muscle. "We'll talk at lunch break" she stated while lifting another raft onto the conveyer belt. Miami in the summer has brief but frequent thunder storms, especially in the afternoon hours. Maria and I were just sitting down for lunch break when a very severe line of thunderstorms rocked the area. The pool closed and most of the guest scattered. We ran to the women's locker room with our food and waited for the storms to abate. Maria explained how the effects of the training added twenty lbs. of muscle in four years to her previously skinny body. "Flex your arm" she said demandingly. I'm sure I had a puzzled look on my face. "You know; make a muscle" she stated knowingly. I flexed my upper arm. "Turn around and look in the mirror" she said with a touch of amusement. When I looked, my bicep had swelled to the size of a large chicken egg. Then Maria stood and flexed her arm; her bicep grew to the size of an orange. My eyes grew wide with wonder but at that moment the lights went out. As we sat in the semi darkness, the storms went on unabated and the air was markedly cooler. I was trembling not only from the chill air but the sight of Maria's bicep. She saw me shaking, pulled me close and put her arm around me. The heat from Maria's body was comforting and I put my head on her shoulder. I looked down at her chest and gazed with lust as her erect nipples poked against the fabric of her Speedo suit. With her mature and muscular body, I realized that she wasn't Lee's "little" sister anymore. Involuntarily the back of my hand stroked her stiff nipple and she let out a contented sigh. I moved my body so that I was facing her and my hands palmed and squeezed her small but very firm tits. While lightening flashes illuminated the room and thunder rumbled across the sky, I slowly pulled the straps of her swimsuit down to reveal her cute tits up close and personal. Although not more than a handful, they were topped with lush brown Hershey Kiss nipples. Maria closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as I thumbed the sensitive buds. As I lightly pinched a nipple, I sucked at the other with a light tugging action. Gently, I flicked my tongue over the stiff nubs and raked them with my teeth. Maria held my head and groaned as I relentlessly manipulated her straining nipples. The smell of aroused pussy pervaded the air and Maria was moving her hips in a circular motion. She stood and slid the swimsuit down her lean body. As she sat on the bench seat, I joined her and put my arms around her neck. "Kiss me" I said tenderly. Maria's strong arms lifted me toward her and I kissed her face and neck with a light touch. She moaned out loud and kissed my mouth hungrily. While I showed her the meaning of "French Kissing," I ran my hands all over the soft skin and hard muscles on her back. When I stopped briefly to look into her eyes, I leaned back and put my hands on her upper arms for support. The feel of her steely biceps under my palms and fingers made my pussy flood. I hungrily pulled her mouth toward mine and we kissed enthusiastically for a long time. Maria kissed the top of my head and saw me gazing at her damp pussy. She leaned back against the wall and opened her thighs. I knelt in front of her, lifted her firm butt cheeks and drew the engorged flesh to my open mouth. I slowly lapped her sopping slit and picked up speed in little increments as her pussy creamed uncontrollably. Without missing a lick, I put her legs over my shoulders and with one hand holding her firm butt, I used her creamy secretions to wet my fingers and gingerly stroked and poked her tender rose bud. "Oh God! That feels incredible" She yelled as I pushed a finger into her rose bud. With my finger pumping into Maria's butt hole and my tongue feverishly licking her swollen clit, she thrashed her body and bucked her hips to a whale of an orgasm. A hand on the back of my head mashed my face against her convulsing and drenched pussy. I was positive that Maria's previous experiences paled in comparison to this. She was panting in short gasps and making loud and sometimes unintelligible sounds. "OH! OH! AH! OOH, OOH! OH SHIT! OH GOD!" As her orgasm faded away, Maria held me close and kissed my face in gratitude. "That was the best!" she said as her face beamed with satisfaction. Maria was eying my crotch with a lustful look when the lights came back on. We ran to the shower and I stripped my Speedo under the warm water. Maria watched with rapt attention as I leaned against the shower wall, spread my legs and fingered myself to a very satisfying orgasm. Not a minute later we heard footsteps outside and April's head appeared in the doorway. "What's going on Ladies?" She asked in an overly inquisitive voice. "Having a hen party without me?" she said with more accusation than inquisitiveness. I don't know about Maria but I blushed and looked away. "Pools closed for the rest of the day. The weather bureau has issued a severe thunderstorm alert until 8pm." April announced loudly and walked out of the locker room. As we dressed, I invited Maria to spend the night at my home and she accepted with a loud "Yes." Luckily, my folks were barbecuing that night. They remembered Maria and talked with her until it grew dark and the Mosquito's were biting. We retired to my room and watched a movie on TV. As we sat on the bed watching the movie, Maria sat close to me and held my hand. I put my head on her shoulder and felt very contented almost romantic about her. However, in September, Maria was starting college in California and I was attending graduate school in Philadelphia. Although I desired romance, I knew I should keep things light and carefree. When the movie was over, Maria picked me up and laid me prone on top of her. As we kissed passionately, she roughly squeezed my butt. My temperature was rising and I wanted her tongue in my pussy. I stood above Maria and stripped my clothes off. She grabbed my ass and I knelt just above her face. She pulled my aching gash toward her mouth and drove her tongue up my hole. I gasped out loud with surprise as she skillfully ate my pussy. Although her talents were no match for Claire's, she had acquired some good techniques. I rode her rigid tongue until I my body jerked in orgasm. For the remainder of the summer we were passionate lovers but for me, the romance was missing. I was extremely fond of Maria and although I was aware that she desired a more romantic relationship, those feelings were lacking inside of me. Maria admitted to me that she was totally into girls and while she liked their company, never had the desire to date guys. She tearfully accepted my confession when I explained my lack of romantic feelings. "One day you'll find love with someone and, when you least expect it to happen" I stated with knowing conviction. Our intimate relationship continued as well as our training sessions. After the strenuous workouts, I started watching one of the female boxers train. Lupe was the woman I stared at in the shower my first day. With my blonde hair and light complexion, I was an oddity at the gym, a real white girl as Maria would say. Mostly everyone ignored me except for Maria and gradually Lupe. To my novice eyes, Lupe appeared to be a really good boxer with decent speed and a good right hand. I found out she was twenty six years old and married with a young son. She had some amateur bouts and was thinking of turning pro. With her pretty face and infectious smile, I had a hard time understanding why she wanted to be a prize fighter. Occasionally, she would talk to me when I watched her train. "Hey chica, do I look good? She'd ask in a heavy accent. I always nodded my head yes and I was telling her the truth, I really felt that way. When I learned that Lupe was fighting her first pro bout, I told Maria I wanted to see her fight. Maria looked at me with concern. "Ever been to a boxing match" she asked in a serious tone. Maria knew the answer and tried to explain to me what it was like in a small arena with about two hundred people in attendance. Miami Heat "You can't imagine the smoke, the smell, the yelling and the raw emotion you experience at the sight of a favorite or friend getting the shit beat out of them." Maria stated factually. "Still want to go?" she asked. I shook my head "yes" and we went to see her father for tickets. Maria's father was an accountant but could be found at the gym in the late afternoons. When he heard it was Lupe's fight I wanted to attend, he commented that she was a promising prospect except her age was a detriment. "Why her age Mr. Delgado" I asked with inquisitiveness. "At twenty six, she is middle aged for a fighter at this stage of her career. There are younger fighters with faster reflexes and by the time a fighter is thirty, they are old. I know some fighters who last into their late thirties but they are the rare exception to the rule." He said with the utmost sincerity. He suggested that I watch a movie called "The Harder They Fall" before I attended the fight because it gave a realistic glimpse into the world of prize fighting. And, under no circumstances was I to attend the fight without Maria or my father or both. "It's a rough crowd and a rough business." he added with weariness in his voice. Maria assured her father that she would attend the fight with me. On the way home, I stopped at the video store and rented the movie. I read the outside of the box and I recognized the name Humphrey Bogart among the actors. The movie was made in the mid 1950's and I silently questioned its relevance to a modern audience. As the movie unfolded, I was totally absorbed as a physically imposing but untalented boxer from South America was used by crooked promoters to get a shot at the heavyweight title. After the fighter's savage defeat in the title fight, the character played by Humphrey Bogart learns that the fighter will receive next to nothing via "creative accounting" by the promoter. In a gesture of heartfelt humanity, he gives the fighter his share of the money from the crooked promoter. As the credits rolled by, my eyes were awash with hot tears and I no longer questioned its relevancy for modern audiences. On the night of the fight, we sat in the first row near Lupe's corner. The fight was held at a small arena that started its existence as a factory many years ago. The ring was in the center with metal chairs set up in rows around the perimeter and the floor had a sticky feeling underfoot. I could barely hear Maria over the crowd noise that reverberated in the rafters overhead. The smell of stale beer, sweat, cigar and cigarette smoke was magnified in the arena as overhead fans did a poor job of ventilation. Lupe's match was the first on the fight card and we heard jeering and cheering as she entered the ring. She gave Maria and me a broad smile when she saw us. Her opponent was a twenty one year old pro known for her fast fists and foot movement. When the referee gave the instructions and the robes came off, I was fascinated by the skinny but defined physique of Lupe's opponent. During round one, Lupe tried to get inside and punch with her powerful right but her opponent skillfully counterpunched and tied her up. At longer range the opponents jab was very effective and it kept Lupe from getting inside where she could do the most damage. By the end of the third round, Lupe's face was showing the effects from the constant jabs and counterpunches, her cheeks looked swollen with bruises and her left eye was swelling shut. Her corner man worked desperately between rounds to keep her eye open but during the rounds Lupe's opponent concentrated her jabs and counterpunches at the eye. In the middle of the fourth round, Lupe managed to get inside when her opponents counterpunch missed and she rocked her with a right to the side of the head. Maria and I were on our feet yelling but her opponent with glassy eyes tied her up and recovered. She resumed her strategy of flicking the jab into Lupe's face, counterpunching and tying Lupe up when she got inside. At end of the fourth round, I was overcome with sadness at Lupe's impending defeat. Her eye had swollen shut and she was having a hard time keeping her opponent who still looked fresh, in front of her. A tiny stream of blood trickled out of one nostril and I could hear her manager constantly shouting instructions in Spanish. Maria was yelling words of encouragement in Spanish but the spectacle was too much for me as tears streamed down my face. Before the start of the sixth round, the ring doctor examined Lupe's bruised and battered face and declared the fight over. Her opponent had won by a TKO. Even with all the bruises and swelling Lupe's face had an expression of devastation. I was openly crying and when Maria saw me she threw her arms around me protectively and we left the arena. Outside I managed to get myself under control and Maria never said "I told you so." "Do you want to go in and see her?" she asked in total seriousness. I looked at Maria with teary eyes and nodded my head "yes". The security guard recognized Maria and we walked in the back entrance and down a long corridor. We waited outside the dressing room door until Lupe's manager granted us permission to enter. Lupe was sitting upright on a table as her handler and corner man worked on her battered face. When she saw me she smiled and gestured for me to come closer. As I approached, I was overwhelmed with emotion when I saw her face. "Chica, why are you crying?" she questioned with curiosity and feeling. "For Lupe?" She asked with a mixture of wonder and tenderness. "Yes" I said in a barely audible voice. "It is just one fight, I will train harder; there will be others." she stated forcefully in her thick accent. Lupe's handler was trying to concentrate on his work but she stopped him and continued, "I am so happy you come to my fight. You are my amiga." She added with genuine emotion. By now I was bawling and my heart ached for Lupe. She reached out, took me in her arms and held me against her sweaty body. She was the one who withstood the punishment yet she was comforting me! She whispered Spanish words of endearment in my ear and I understood. As long as I live I will never forget Lupe and the one and only time I witnessed a prize fight. I admired her for her courage and compassion but more importantly, she taught me just how indomitable the human spirit can be. Maria was packed and ready when I saw her the last night before she left for college. "Stanford!" I gasped when she told me where she was headed. I had never thought to ask before this. "I know you're ready for Stanford but is Stanford ready for you!" I exclaimed. Maria had a shy expression on her pretty face and I embraced her firmly. We kissed with tenderness and I saw tears forming in her eyes. The last few months were a journey of discovery for me and I was going to miss my friend. Maria asked if I would sit with her and watch a movie on television. We sat close together with her arm around me and my head on her shoulder. I felt her hand intertwine with mine and we stayed that way until it was time for me to go. With Maria off to college, my last week of work at the resort pool started out tedious and boring. One afternoon I saw Lee and he had a sad expression on his face. "Why so down in the dumps?" I asked curiously. "April and I broke up." He stated flatly. During dinner break, he related how last weekend he found April in an uncompromising position in the women's shower room. "She was giving Ron Sanders a BJ." He said sadly. Apparently April was burning the candles at both ends. Ron was general manager of the resort and married with a couple of kids. Lee explained how he had thought that April might be the "one" but now...He had tears in his eyes and looked down at the concrete floor. Lee tried to go on but his emotions were getting the better of him. He merited far more, especially from April. With my new and improved body, I wanted to kick April's ass for hurting my friend. After a nasty thunderstorm, the pool closed for the evening and I asked Lee to meet me at the women's locker room. I quickly changed and when Lee was coming down the walkway, another thunderstorm blew in and we sat in the locker room waiting for it to stop. Lee looked so depressed that I tried to comfort him and put my arm around his broad shoulder. He turned and hugged me. I felt his back rising and falling in a stuttering motion that was indicative of someone crying. Without thinking, I pressed my body against him and kissed his teary face. The sexual emotion that we had denied ourselves in high school came bubbling to the surface. We kissed passionately and in no time we were panting like two tigers in heat. As I massaged his shorts covered boner, he lifted my T shirt and tongued my nipples with reckless abandon. I commanded Lee to stand up and I stripped him then whipped off my shorts and panties. As he was standing, his erection was dripping with pre cum. It wasn't the biggest cock I had ever seen but it was more than enough for me. Before he had a chance to react, I told him to sit on the bench seat. I sat on his lap facing him. As he held my firm ass in his hands, I gradually lowered my gaping pussy onto his cock. With his hands securely holding my butt cheeks, my pussy slowly engulfed his shaft. I pumped my needy pussy up and down Lee's cock and once I picked up a good head of steam, I never let up. I was determined to give Lee a screwing he'd remember for a long time. Lee's eyes were glued to the action as I pounded my gushing pussy on his stiff meat. On a down stroke, I gripped his cock with my internal muscles and ground against his shaft. Lee yelped out loud. "I'm gonna cum!" he shrieked. I immediately came off his swollen organ and jerked it with my hand. His cock exploded like a fountain sending jets of sperm into the air. When his cock stopped its orgasmic spasms, he sat me on the bench and dove into my sloppy pussy. He ate me with complete and utter lust. Already primed by the screwing he gave me, my pussy contracted with a strong orgasm. Finally after four years, we consummated our relationship and it was never repeated. A couple of years later, Lee married April. Turns out he really did love her and she him. I was invited to the wedding and saw Maria with her girlfriend, a blonde little pixie with the prettiest face and smile. My summer came to an end and I found myself on a plane with Chicago my destination. I was keeping a promise that I had made over a year ago. Natalie met me at the airport and we drove to her father's apartment in downtown Chicago. I had three days left before I was required to report to graduate school in Philadelphia. As we rode the elevator to her floor, we chatted about the time we spent scuba diving in Cozumel, Mexico. When Natalie opened the apartment door, the smell of fresh hot pizza assailed my nostrils and tears of joy sprang into my eyes. Later the same night we were cuddling buck naked in Natalie's bed and I was rehashing my experiences over the summer. Natalie was looking my body over. "Nice muscles" she remarked with eagerness and ran her hands all over me. As I was enjoying her exploring hands, I told Natalie about Lupe. I was powerless to stop them and she saw the tears coursing down my face. Of all the events that had transpired over the summer, it was the one occurrence that had the most impact on me. While Natalie lovingly embraced me, I finished the story in a halting and tear soaked voice. Her eyes were moist and she looked at me with the same fondness and caring that she showed me in Cozumel. "My kindhearted friend" she said with emotion and held me tightly trying to comfort me like Lupe had done after the fight. As I regained my composure, I temporarily dozed off with Natalie hugging me and stroking my back. I woke to her smiling face. "You Ok?" she asked with compassion and I shook my head in the affirmative. Natalie's gaze shifted down my body and she had a hungry look in her eyes. We kissed with tender delicacy and I felt the dampness from her pussy on my thigh. "Me first" I squealed with enthusiasm and with my strong arms, I flipped Natalie onto her back. Stay tuned for my next Sapphic adventure Miami Heat Jon is asleep in the buff and I am enjoying the view. Was it horrid of me to pull the covers off him when I got up? We've only been lovers for about a year and I still so enjoy watching him when he's naked. I am sitting outside on the balcony of his condo in Miami. The sun is rising over the ocean and golden light is warming the morning and I am entranced with the pink and gold colors of the sky above the ocean. I sip my tea and my head goes back and forth between the view over the ocean and the view of Jon's body at repose in bed. I am feeling like a lucky lass at this moment. Jon's powerful body looks like a sculpture even at rest. His leg muscles are so defined. His thighs send me, they are so sculpted from all the biking he does. He has immense ease in his body. He always looks comfortable, and he's solid and tall, dark, and handsome. I am seriously smitten. We met last summer at an art gallery. I was sipping wine and chatting with a friend when I spotted him and what a sight he was. Later, as I was chatting with the artist, a friend from college, I was introduced to Jon and realized he is the owner of the gallery where my friend Zoe is showing her art. Oh, she was so happy when her work was accepted there! Jon isn't her type, she likes the bohemian artist type and Jon is more your cultured business type. He sends me and Zoe loves him for helping her career, so it is all good. Sunday mornings are the best. I am flipping through the paper, feeling the sun warm my body and enjoying knowing that when Jon wakes up and sees me outside in just a little black skirt and nothing else it will entice him. We read an article that the singer Christina A. likes to have "nude day" at home on Sundays and we do that a lot now too. Well, I'm usually half nude... Jon is usually totally nude. He told me since he's lived alone after college he's always nude when home. I am not, usually dressed, but having fun thus far with just a bare chest and eventually may upgrade to full nude. Odd, but especially when outside on the balcony, with just the ocean watching me, I find it really erotic to have my breasts exposed to the daylight and to see them all day. I find I have strong urges to touch them when I see them. I guess nudity adds to the erotic energy in the air. Thanks Christina, excellent idea! I languidly rub my breast as I look at Jon sleeping. I feel like I am aroused all the time when he's home. I've never lived with anyone before so this is all new. Our sex life is over the top. We are out dancing all the time and that always makes me feel erotic. And the Miami climate, so different from where I grew up, seems to stoke my arousal too. The balmy air, the moist feel after a thunder storm, and the exuberant flow of people around the city all excite me. "Hey babe" Jon says as he comes out to the balcony. I hear the smell of coffee brewing and I stare at his amazing body. I hope he proposes soon, because I would like to spend a life time exploring him. It is 7 am and love knowing we have the whole day together. We settle in to read the Sunday paper and I think about how happy I am to have met someone gorgeous and also really intellectual. We love to read the papers and discuss the news. I watch the sun glint on his dark hair and just think as I do so often about how incredibly attracted to him I am. The night we met at the art gallery Jon wowed me with his smile. His kindness was so easy to see in the way he interacted with Zoe. He seemed really proud of her and the other artists on display at his gallery. I kept whispering "Zoe, he's amazing" to her and trying to quell the giddy feeling I had every time he looked over at me. We all went out for drinks and dancing after the gallery closed. Zoe was dancing with him for a while, in full celebration mode of her first showing at a gallery. Then she danced him over to me and whispered "Fall in love bella" to me and gave me a huge smile. Zoe and I have been friends for so long, and now she's given me this incredible gift of love too. I had on a short, black halter dress and Jon put his arm around my bare shoulders as we danced to a slow song. I felt a frisson of excitement run through my body as he made skin to skin contact for the first time. As a high energy song by Mary J. Blige started we were dancing wildly and I felt my whole body respond to his closeness. As the crowd moved chaotically we were bounced into each other over and over and each time his erection seemed more noticeable. This wouldn't be a slow getting to know you process. It was a wild, hot night in Miami and Jon and I were in primal mode already, circling the flame of passion with a fierce energy that is sparked so rarely in life. He went to get us drinks as we stepped off the dance floor and I waved to Zoe as she danced with another artist. I sat at a small table near an open window and enjoyed the cooling breeze and tried to remind myself to calm down and not be too crazy with someone I'd just met. I knew as I was having these thoughts that that plan would be a dismal failure. This night was still fairly young, and Jon and I were aflame. He came back with a selection of drinks, as he didn't know what I liked. I picked a white wine and he had a beer. He also toyed with the fruits adorning a tropical drink and started feeding them to me. Ummmm, the taste of sweet mango is perfect for Miami. I plucked a strawberry and fed it to him, letting my fingers linger at his mouth. His skin was so tan and he radiated energy and heat. He reached into the drink again and took a small chunk of pink guava fruit and rubbed it on my lips. The lush scent of the fruit matched the erotic way I was feeling. I practically swooned as Jon touched my face and rubbed the fruit over and over my lips. I was mesmerized by him. I opened my lips slightly and he put the guava in and a finger too. I lightly sucked on his finger and felt hugely aroused. He moved closer to me and leaned in and kissed me. He started with a series of tender kisses and quickly moved his chair so he was so closely in front of me that others could not see his hands on my breasts. The club was flashing strobe lights on the dancers, the music was blaring, and his finger gently stroking my nipple was the most beautiful sensation in the world. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed, as I'm not the make out with strangers type, but Jon was so beautiful and it was such a great evening of celebration I was going with the flow. I could see Zoe dancing, and she was having a blast. Jon moved his hand to my thigh where my little dress ended and he rubbed up and down my thigh and I closed my eyes as he kissed me. The song " Candy Shop " by 50 Cent came over the dance floor and I murmured "that song makes me laugh" and Jon grabbed my hand to pull me up and we moved out to the dance floor again. I felt like I was in the candy shop of delight, I was so entranced by Jon. He took my long hair out of the barrette and it moved about me as I danced. He murmured "beautiful" in my ear as he stroked my hair and I was so wrapped up in watching him explore me I lost all sense of place. It felt like we were alone in the world and the music was just for us. We danced wildly as the strobe lights flashed different colors on the dancers. I'll remember this night forever. I thought I'd be celebrating for Zoe, but now I've found a new treat to rejoice over too. Life is good on this hot night. The DJ slowed the crowd down by starting the song "Maybe I'm Amazed" and Jon pulled me close into a full body hug. I felt his erection pressing against me and I felt a wave of shyness come over me. I'd only known Jon for about 2 hours and I was wet with desire and could feel his hard dick grinding into me. I had the thought "When in Miami....." as I'm not from Miami and the place still seems wild and hedonistic to me, in a good way. Anything goes in this pulsing city and tonight I was tasting the freedom of a wild night in my adopted city. As the song "Drive" by Incubus began I thought about how beautiful the verses were. They were all about love and hope for the future. It was a great song to sum up how I was feeling. Jon and I danced and had more wine and then waved to Zoe on our way out. As we left the club and the fresh night air hit us it just seemed to give us a burst of new energy. After we'd walked a few blocks, Jon stopped to pull me against him as he leaned against a wall. He moved his hand down below my dress and onto my ass. He explored my roundness there and pulled me tightly against him. I ran my hands over his back and tried to maintain control as waves of desire flooded me as his erection rubbed into my wetness, molding my silk panties into me. He grabbed my hair again and kissed me deeply. It was wonderful to close my eyes in the quiet night and just allow myself to feel my arousal growing wildly at the closeness of his body. We kissed for a long time and then he moved my hand onto his erection and slipped his hand into my panties. He murmured "ummmmm, so wet" as he slipped fingers into me and set my clit on fire. As I felt his penis through his pants I murmured I never do this with someone so new and he replied the same here. I giggled and that broke the mood a little. We held hands and continued on our walk about the city on the way back to my condo. When we reached my door he was very gentlemanly and asked if he could call me. He kissed me a lot after I said yes and I was tempted to invite him in. I resisted though, as I felt I wanted to linger over getting to know him. I wanted this feeling of joy to last a long time. He called me the next evening to make dinner plans and we spoke or saw each other every day for about 6 months and now we are living together. All of this is running through my mind as I watch him as we have breakfast. I wonder where our lives will go, whether we will be together forever, and I hope we will always have lust, joy and happiness the way we do now. I pour some more coffee for Jon and notice that he is hugely erect. My bare bosom tends to have that impact. I put my hand on his thigh and he pulls me over to the chaise lounge on the balcony. We sit and kiss briefly and then he sits back in the chaise and pulls me on top of him. I moan as he fills me and I settle onto him and begin to make small movements up and down. His hand reaches around to stoke my clit and I moan and clinch him tightly from inside. The sun shines on us as we moan and writhe and the day is off to a great start. Miami Heat Nights at Jack's were always fun. Lots of booze, great coke, and a lot of making out. The evening always ended with him going down on me. I was single and in my twenties so it was harmless and hot, and every couple of weeks, it was something I needed. Tonight, we decided to pop up to his friend's apartment in the same building. I'd met Dan a few times. He was Jack's age—mid-forties—but looked a bit older. I didn't find him overly sexy, but he was cute and fun and always threw great parties. After Jack made me a vodka on the rocks, we all did a few lines of coke and found ourselves in need of some excitement. Plus, I wanted a girlfriend there to laugh with about how cheesy Dan looked in his velour robe. "Let's call Lisa," I said. Lisa was a lesbian who had made her way to our group by way of her ex-girlfriend, Sharon. Sharon loved Lisa for one reason: her money. But when a guy came along who had even more, Sharon decided she didn't really want to be in a relationship with a girl after all and left her without so much as a goodbye. We got the better end of the deal. Lisa was eight kinds of cool, and impossible not to have fun with. I'd never been with a woman, but I found myself more and more attracted to her every time I saw her. Maybe tonight I'd find out if she was attracted to me, too. Half an hour later, Lisa was at the door, in the mood to party. She looked adorable. Her tanned skin was glowing from the Miami heat, and her shoulder-length dark hair all tousled from the ride over in her convertible. She had a tough girl look about her until she smiled. Then she just looked slightly mischievous and very, very cute. We sat down on Dan's groovy white sectional, Lisa within inches of me on my right, and Jack on my left, slyly moving his fingers up the back of my white tank top, unbeknownst to her. Dan saw. He was eyeing us closely as he swirled his drink. I stared at his crotch, wondering if seeing Jack touching me was making him hard. Apparently so. He adjusted himself and winked at me, knowing what I was up to. "Let's play some cards," said Jack, pulling me closer to him by my waist. I smirked at Lisa and took a sip of my drink. It didn't take long for my skirt, top and bra to be off. I was never very good at poker and I was certainly no match against two guys who had a weekly game. I leaned back with my cards, looking down and noticing that you could see right through my white cotton panties. After Jack folded his cards and took off a mere sock—I think he'd prepared for the game by putting on way more clothes than the rest of us had—he held his drink above one of my breasts and we waited for a drop of condensation to fall. I shivered when it did, turned on at the thought of Dan and Lisa watching. I looked up at Lisa and she smiled as she took off her own top. She wore a white lace bra, beautiful against her tanned skin. One strap fell and I felt short of breath, hoping she'd lose the next hand so I could see more. She did. She didn't take her eyes off me as she reached back to unclasp her bra. Her breasts were gorgeous. On the small side, but so perfectly shaped. Her nipples were dark, so different than my own rose-colored ones, which were now stiff, thanks in part to the air conditioning, but mostly because I was so turned on by the sight of her. A couple more hands of Texas Hold 'em and Lisa and I were completely nude. The game was quickly put aside for a second round of drinks. Lisa and I stood up and she spooned out some of Jack's coke with her pinky and held it to my nose. I held her forearm between my breasts and sniffed it in. "Wanna go in the hot tub?" I asked, licking the rest of the coke off her finger, dying to kiss her beautiful lips. We walked onto Dan's balcony, clinking out drinks and laughing at the guys, who were staring at us with stars in their eyes. I held her hand as she stepped into the warm water. The temperature was perfect, not too hot. After easing myself in, I sat opposite her and felt the water bubble against my chest as I tied my long hair into a knot. The guys weren't far behind us. Jack climbed in next to me and immediately began rubbing my thigh. I ached for his fingers to move higher, but loved the anticipation even more. Lisa could see that I was turned on. She reached down and found one of my feet, pulling it up beside her to massage it. Dan moved closer to me and kissed my neck. I bit my bottom lip, just dying for all their hands to be on me at once. As Jack continued to stroke my thigh with one hand and touch himself with the other, Dan leaned down to kiss my tits, lifting both out of the water and flicking his tongue across my nipples. I wanted Lisa, though. She was kneading my calf now. I watched her face as I moved my foot inside her thigh, then closer to the dark patch between her legs. I wiggled my toes against her and watched her close her eyes as she held my foot closer and rubbed herself against it. She was as horny as I was. I whispered to Jack and he leaned over to bring her closer to me after kissing her neck and saying something to make her giggle. She glided her way toward me, her face just above the water, her hands quickly working their way up my legs. Dan was nuzzling my neck now, biting occasionally as I writhed with pleasure. Her fingers finally made their way to my cunt, now engorged with excitement and aching to be touched. She brushed the back of her hand gently against my soft hair. I tried to move my hand down to join in, but Jack grabbed both my arms and held them firmly behind my back. He gently kissed my breasts as the water from the jets bubbled against them. I wanted him to suck them, bite them, grab them firmly in his hands, but he would only lightly lick them and caress them instead, building up my anticipation even more. Lisa was pressing against my clit now with her palm, and her fingers were teasing my pussy. She'd put one finger in, ever so slowly, then take it out and make me wait for more. "Oh God, please," I said. "Fuck me—just fuck me..." I was moaning so hard, dying for her to force her fingers all the way in me. Finally, she did, taking me by surprise. Her middle and forefingers were now moving inside me, up and down, up and down. "You're so hot," she leaned up to whisper in my ear. "I can't wait to taste you." She grabbed the back of my head and sat on me in the water now, her legs straddling me and her pussy teasing mine. I broke free from Jack's grip and put both my hands her ass, squeezing her so hard, she let out a little squeak. We finally kissed. At first furiously hard, but then slowing down to savor each other. She tasted so sweet and her mouth was so soft. So different from the guys, with their scratchy stubble and their pushy tongues. The four of us soon made our way to Dan's bed and Lisa and I continued to kiss. She moved her way down my body, nibbling every inch of me and then moving her tongue up and down my pussy. Her tongue was perfect, wet and hot, licking my clit softly then harder as her fingers worked their way in and out of me. She put one finger up my ass and I grinned. After having my eyes closed for so long, I looked up to see Jack fucking Lisa from behind. Lisa moaned into my cunt, and shoved her face into me with the same rhythm Jack was fucking her with. He was fucking her and staring at me and we locked eyes until Dan's hard cock was suddenly in my face. He was straddling me, both hands grabbing onto the headboard. I took his dick in my mouth and moved my tongue up and down and around it, with the same intensity as Lisa was licking me. We were all moving in unison now, all getting off, all moaning with pleasure. It was beyond intense. But I wanted more of Lisa. I moved Dan to my side and grabbed his cock with my hand, pulling it hard and fast until he came. One down, two to go. I then pulled Lisa up to make out with her again before flipping her over onto her back and shoving my tongue deep inside her. She tasted heavenly. Sweet, pungent... pussy. Jack grabbed my hips from behind and shoved his cock in me now from behind. He knew how badly I needed to be fucked. He slammed himself into me so hard it hurt, but he hit my G-spot immediately and I screamed in ecstasy. Lisa moaned as I shoved my fingers in her and felt her pussy swell and get more wet with every lick. Suddenly her back arched and her thighs began to shake. I was moving my fingers upward and forward, in just the place I knew I liked to be touched, while pressing my mouth hard against her clit, humming into it so she could feel the vibrations. Her whole body soon began to shake and she pulled away and screamed. I was so proud of myself. First time with a girl and I gave her an orgasm. With Jack still inside me, I slowly moved up to kiss her, lying on top of her while Jack kept pounding away at me. She rubbed my clit while he fucked me, and I was suddenly about to cum myself. I grabbed her hair and held her tight, moaning on top of her while I shook and shivered. Jack pulled out after he finished and Lisa and I lay side by side, teasing and licking each other's tits as we watched him rub his cock for us, both of us grinning with excitement. "Cum all over us, Jack," I said. His jaw clenched and his muscles all stiffened as he warned us he was about to explode. We squealed when he shot it all over our tits and stomachs. I'd never seen so much cum. I turned to Lisa and kissed her again while I rubbed some of Jack's cum into her nipple. It stiffened immediately and I felt her hips thrust into mine. Suddenly, I was turned on all over again. But this time, I wanted her all to myself. We turned to Dan and Jack, who could already tell our intentions. "Why don't you guys go make us some more drinks—and take your time," she said. "We're going to be in the hot tub." I couldn't wait to get wet all over again...