1 comments/ 62728 views/ 2 favorites ஆனந்தம்.01 By: chennai_rakshasan அத்தியாயம் ஒன்று ------------------- மெல்லிய காலையிசை எங்கிருந்தோ கேட்கவும், ஆனந்த் கண்விழித்தான். தான் பெங்களூரில், சித்தி ரஞ்சிதா வீட்டில் இருப்பது அவனுக்கு உறைக்க சில கணங்கள் பிடித்தன. அடுத்து அவனுக்கு இன்னொன்றும் உறைத்தது-தோள்வரைக்கும் இழுத்து மூடியிருந்த போர்வைக்குக்குக் கீழே தான் முழுநிர்வாணமாக இருப்பது! அந்த நினைப்பு வந்ததும் அவனது உறக்கம் முற்றிலும் கலைந்து, அவனது முகத்தில் ஒருவிதமான பெருமிதப்புன்னகை மிளிர்ந்தது. முந்தையதினம் ஏறக்குறைய இதே நேரம் மெயிலில் பெங்களூர் வந்திறங்கி, அம்மாவின் உத்தரவுப்படி சித்தியின் வீட்டுக்கே முதலில் சென்றிருந்தான். எத்தனையோ ஆண்டுகள் கழித்து வீடுதேடி வந்த அக்காவின் ஒரே மகனைப் பார்த்ததும் ரஞ்சிதா சித்தி பூரித்துப்போனாள். ஆனந்த், இத்தனை வருடங்களில் சித்தியின் தலையில் சற்று நரைத்திருந்தபோதிலும், அவளது முகத்திலிருந்த பொலிவோ, உடலிலிருந்த மெருகோ சற்றும் குறையாதிருப்பதை, பார்த்தமாத்திரத்திலேயே புரிந்து கொண்டான். ஆனால், தான் அழைப்பு மணியை அழுத்தியபோது வந்து திறந்த அந்த பெண், சித்தியின் மகன் பாஸ்கரின் மனைவி புஷ்பா என்பது அவனுக்குப் பின்னாலே தான் தெரிந்தது. பாஸ்கர் கல்யாணத்திற்கு அவன் வந்திருக்கவில்லை. "வணக்கம்!" என்று சம்பிரதாயமாக ஒரு கும்பிடுபோட்டவாறே, தந்தத்தில் கடைந்தெடுத்த சிலைபோல, தகதகவென்றிருந்த புஷ்பாவை அவனது கண்கள் வெறித்தன.ஆனால், அவனுக்குள்ளிருந்து ஒரு குரல்: "அது உனக்கு அண்ணிமுறை! அவளை முறைக்காதே!" என்று அவனை எச்சரித்தது. அலுவல்வேலையாக பெங்களூர் வந்திருப்பதையும், அனேகமாக ஒரு வாரம் தங்கியிருக்க வேண்டும் என்றும் சொன்னபோது, ரஞ்சிதா அவனை அங்கேயே தங்க வேண்டும் என்று வற்புறுத்தி சம்மதிக்க வைத்து விட்டாள். புஷ்பாவைப் பார்த்துக்கொண்டிருக்கலாமே என்ற அற்பசந்தோஷம் அவனுக்கு ஏற்பட்டபோதும், பாஸ்கர் ஊரிலில்லாத சமயத்தில் தான் வந்து தங்கியிருப்பது சரியா என்ற கேள்வியும் எழாமலில்லை. ஆனால், சித்தியின் பேச்சைத் தட்டினால், அவளுக்கு மட்டுமல்ல, அம்மாவுக்கும் வருத்தம் ஏற்படும் என்பதால் அங்கேயே தங்கியிருக்க சம்மதித்து விட்டான். குளித்துமுடித்து, சித்தி செய்து கொடுத்த டிபன் சாப்பிட்டு விட்டு, வந்த வேலையைக் கவனிக்க நகருக்குள் போனவன் இரவு ஏழுமணியளவுக்குத் தான் திரும்பினான். பெங்களூர் சீதோஷ்ணமும், புஷ்பாவின் நினைவும் அவனை லேசாக உசுப்பி விட்டிருந்தது. இப்போதும் அவள் தான் கதவைத் திறந்தாள்; சினேகமாக சிரித்தாள். சாப்பாடு பறிமாறுகிறபோது அவளது ரவிக்கையில் தெரிந்த மார்புப்பிளவை அவன் கவனிக்கத் தவறவில்லை. அதே சமயம் மனசாட்சியும் உறுத்தியது. சித்தியின் மகள் அர்ச்சனாவைப் பற்றி விசாரிக்கலாமா என்று யோசித்தான். அர்ச்சனா யாரையோ காதலித்துத் திருமணம் செய்து கொண்டு போனதன்பிறகு, அவளுக்கும் சித்திக்கும் தொடர்புகள் முறிந்து விட்டதாய் அம்மா சொல்லிக் கேட்டிருக்கிறான். இப்போது எப்படியோ? இருந்தாலும் தேவையில்லாதவற்றைப் பற்றிப் பேசி, சித்தியின் மனதை நோகடிப்பானே என்று அந்த யோசனையைக் கைவிட்டு விட்டான். உறங்க வேண்டிய நேரம் வந்தபோது தான், ஒரு சிறிய பிரச்சினை! யார் எங்கே படுத்துக்கொள்வது என்று. முடிவில், ஹாலிலிருந்த சோபா-கம்-பெட்டில் புஷ்பா படுத்துக்கொள்ள விரும்பவே, சித்தியும் ஆனந்தும் அறையில் படுத்துக்கொள்வதாக முடிவு செய்யப்பட்டது. ஆனால்,அறைக்குள் சென்றதும் இன்னொரு பிரச்சினை. "சித்தி! நீங்க கட்டிலிலே படுத்துக்கோங்க; நான் தரையிலே படுத்துக்கிறேன்," என்றான் ஆனந்த். "பெரிய மனிஷா! உன்னை சின்ன வயசிலே எத்தனை தடவை நான் குளிப்பாட்டி விட்டிருக்கேன் தெரியுமா? பேசாம கட்டிலிலே படு! பெங்களூர் குளிர் எல்லாருக்கும் ஒத்துக்காது. தலைவலி காய்ச்சல்னு படுத்துக்கப்போறே!" என்று கூறிவிட்டாள் சித்தி. "நான் வேண்ணா சோபாவிலே படுத்துக்கிறேனே! நீங்களும் அண்ணியும் இங்கே படுத்துக்கோங்களேன்," என்றான் ஆனந்த். "அவ மாட்டாடா!" என்று சட்டென்று சித்தி கூறவும், சரிதான், மாமியார்-மருமகள் பிரச்சினை போலும் என்று எண்ணிக்கொண்டான் ஆனந்த். பிறகென்ன, வேறு வழியின்றி அந்த இரட்டைக் கட்டிலில் சுவரோரமாக அவன் ஒண்டிக்கொள்ள, சித்தியும் இன்னொரு பக்கத்தில் படுத்துக்கொண்டாள். பயணக்களைப்பும் அன்றைய தினத்தின் அலைச்சலோ, அவன் சிறிது நேரத்திலேயே அயர்ந்து உறங்கி விட்டான். பெங்களூரின் குளிர் அவனை அதிகநேரம் உறங்கவிடவில்லை. ஏறக்குறைய நள்ளிரவில் விழித்துக்கொண்ட ஆனந்துக்கு, இன்னும் ஒரு போர்வையோ கம்பளியோ இருந்தால் கதகதப்பாக இருக்குமே என்று தோன்றியது. ஆனால், உறங்குகிற சித்தியை எப்படி எழுப்புவது என்று புரியாமல் படுக்கையில் சிறிது நேரம் புரண்டவனுக்கு, ஹாலில் இருந்து மெல்லிய முனகல் சத்தம் வருவது கேட்டது. கூர்ந்து கவனித்தவனுக்கு, புஷ்பா உறக்கத்தில் இழுத்து இழுத்து மூச்சு விடுவது போலிருந்தது. அவளுக்கு ஜூரம் கிரம் வந்து முனகிக்கொண்டிருக்கிறாளோ என்று எண்ணியவன், சித்தி அயர்ந்து உறங்கிக்கொண்டிருப்பதைப் பார்த்து விட்டு, என்ன பிரச்சினை என்று எழுந்து போய்ப் பார்க்கலாமா என்ற எண்ணம் ஏற்பட்டது. சித்தியை எழுப்பாமல் கட்டிலை விட்டு எழ முயன்றான். ஆனால்... "ஆனந்த்...!" சித்தி கிசுகிசுத்தாள். "எங்கே போறே?" "சித்தி!" ஆனந்த் சுதாரித்துக்கொண்டான். "யாரோ ஹாலிலே முனகுற மாதிரியிருந்தது..அதான்.." "ஹாலிலே புஷ்பாதானேடா படுத்திட்டிருக்கா? தூக்கத்துலே உளர்றாளோ என்னமோ!" "இது உளறல் மாதிரியில்லையே சித்தி! ஜுரமாயிருக்குமோ...." "ஒண்ணுமில்லேடா ஆனந்த்! படுத்துக்க, உனக்கு நாளைக்கு வேலையிருக்கில்லையா..?" அவர்கள் பேசிக்கொண்டிருக்கையிலேயே ஹாலில் முனகல் சத்தம் அதிகரித்தது. "கேட்டீங்களா சித்தி?" "ஐயோ..உனக்கு எப்படிப் புரிய வைக்கிறதுன்னு...." வாக்கியத்தை முடிக்காமல், சித்தி சிரிப்பை அடக்கிக்கொண்டிருப்பதை, அவளது உடல் குலுங்குவதிலிருந்து புரிந்து கொண்டான் ஆனந்த். அப்போது தான் அவனுக்கு உறைத்தது. கணவன் வெளியூர் போயிருக்க, புஷ்பா தனது காமவேட்கை காரணமாக, உறக்கத்தில் விரல்போட்டு சுய இன்பம் பெற்றுக்கொண்டிருந்தாள் போலும். அந்த நினைப்பு வந்ததுமே, அவனுக்கு அகாலமாக எழுச்சி ஏற்பட்டது. புஷ்பா சுய இன்பம் பெற்றுக்கொண்டிருப்பது போல அவன் மனதுக்குள்ளே கற்பனை செய்யத் தொடங்கினான். புடவை,உள்பாவாடையை இடுப்புக்கு மேலே சுருட்டிவிட்டுக்கொண்டு, பேன்ட்டீசை இறக்கி விட்டுக்கொண்டு, பிளவுஸ், பிராவிலிருந்து தனது இளமுலைகளை விடுவித்துக்கொண்டு, புஷ்பா அவளது விரல்களாலே, அவளது புழையையே குத்தி விளையாடுவது போல ஒரு காட்சி அவனது மனதுக்குள்ளே ஏற்படவே, சாதாரணமாக ஏற்பட்டிருந்த அவனது எழுச்சி சட்டென்று வீரியமடைந்து அவனது பெர்மூடாவில் கூடாரம் போலக் குத்திட்டு நின்றது. புஷ்பா விரல் போட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்தபோது, யாரைப் பற்றிக் கற்பனை செய்திருப்பாள்? பாஸ்கரைப் பற்றியா? ஒரு வேளை என்னைப் பற்றி இருக்குமோ? - ஆனந்த் யோசித்தான். ஒரு கணம், விரல் போட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்த புஷ்பாவின் கால்களுக்கு நடுவே தான் ஊர்ந்துபோவது போலவும், அவளது புழைக்குள்ளே தனது பூலைச் சொருகி அவளை விடுவிடுவென்று ஓப்பது போலவும் கற்பனை செய்தவன், தானிருந்த இடம், சூழல் அனைத்தையும் மறந்தபடி, தனது எழுச்சியைத் தடவிக்கொள்ளத்தொடங்கினான். "தூக்கம் போயிடுச்சா ஆனந்த்?" சித்தி கிசுகிசுப்பாகக் கேட்டாள். "ம்-ம்-ம்ம்-ம்ம்!" ஆனந்த் திணறினான். போர்வையால் தனக்கு ஏற்பட்டிருந்த எழுச்சியை மறைக்க முற்பட்டான். "புஷ்பா தூங்கியிருப்பா...பாத்-ரூம் போறதுன்னா போயிட்டு வாயேன்!" "பாத்-ரூமா? எனக்கு வரலே!" "அப்புறம் ஏன் போர்வைக்குள்ளே என்னென்னமோ பண்ணிட்டிருக்கே?" சித்தியின் குரலில் ஒரு மெல்லிய கேலி இருப்பதை உணர்ந்தவனுக்கு கூச்சம் பிடுங்கித்தின்றது. இவ்வளவு எளிதாக மாட்டிக்கொள்வோம் என்று அவன் எண்ணியிருக்கவில்லையே. "ஒண்ணுமில்லையே சித்தி..." அவன் தடுமாறினான். "அப்புறம் தூக்கம் வராம கஷ்டப்படுவேடா!" சித்தி அக்கறையோடு கூறுவது போலிருந்தது. அந்த அரையிருட்டில் அவள் புரண்டு கொண்டபோது, அவளது முகத்தில் ஒரு மெல்லிய புன்னகை அரும்பியிருப்பதை அவனால் கண்டுகொள்ள முடிந்தது. "தூங்கிடுவேன்..தூங்கிட்டேன் சித்தி!" ஆனந்த் உளறினான். "எப்போ? நாளைக்குக் காலையிலேயா?" சித்தி சிரித்தாள். அந்த அரையிருட்டிலும் சித்தியின் கண்கள் தனது கூடாரத்தையே வெறிப்பதைக் கண்ட ஆனந்த், இதற்கு பேசாமல் பாத்-ரூம் சென்று கையடித்து விட்டு வந்து படுப்பதே மேல் என்று புரிந்து கொண்டவனாக, படுக்கையிலிருந்து எழ முயன்றான். "இரு!" என்று கிசுகிசுத்தாள் சித்தி. "சித்தி...?" "ஆரம்பிச்ச காரியத்தை முடி. இங்கேயே...!" "அதுக்கில்லே...எனக்கு பாத்-ரூம்...." ரஞ்சிதா ஆனந்தின் ஒரு கையை தனது இரண்டு கைகளாலும் பிடித்தாள். சித்தி தன்னிடம் எதையோ சொல்ல விரும்புகிறாள் என்று ஆனந்த் புரிந்து கொண்டான். "எதுக்கு பாத்-ரூம்? ஏன் இந்தக் கூச்சம்?" "சித்தி!" ஆனந்துக்கு கூச்சத்திலேயே இறந்துவிடுவோமோ என்ற பயம் ஏற்பட்டது. "நீ ஒண்ணும் சின்னப்பையனில்லே! கல்யாணமான என் மருமகளுக்கு இருக்கிற அதே உணர்ச்சிகள் கல்யாணமாகாத உனக்கு இருக்காதா? என் வயசுக்காரி கிட்டே ஏன் ஒளிவு மறைவெல்லாம்...?" "அப்படியெல்லாம் ஒண்ணுமில்லே சித்தி!" ஆனந்துக்கு சித்தி என்ன சொல்ல வருகிறாள் என்பதைப் புரிந்து கொள்ளவே குழப்பமாக இருந்தது. "அடிக்கொரு தடவை தூக்கத்திலே இருந்து முழிச்சிட்டு பாத்-ரூமுக்குப் போறது...." "சாரி சித்தி! இனிமே பண்ண மாட்டேன்!" "நான் அப்படியா சொன்னேன்? எதுவா இருந்தாலும் இங்கேயே, இந்தக் கட்டிலிலேயே பண்ணுன்னு சொன்னேன்." சித்தி சொன்னதைக் கேட்டு ஆனந்த் உறைந்தான். "உனக்கு இப்போ உன்னோட விளையாடணுமா, விளையாடு! சித்தி ஒண்ணும் சொல்ல மாட்டேன்." "சித்தி! எப்படி...நான்..வந்து...!" "நீ என்ன வேண்ணா நினைச்சிக்க! உங்க சித்தப்பாவோட என்னோட உணர்ச்சிகளும் செத்துடலே! எனக்கும் அப்பப்போ இது மாதிரி தோணும். அதுக்காக ஒவ்வொரு வாட்டியும் பாத்-ரூமுக்கெல்லாம் போயிட்டிருக்க மாட்டேன். இப்போ கூட எனக்கு வேணும்போலிருக்கு! இப்பவும் பாத்-ரூமுக்குப் போகப்போறதில்லை!" "ஆனா சித்தி அது வந்து...." ஆனந்துக்கு சித்தி சொல்லச் சொல்ல ஆர்வம் ஏற்பட்டபோதிலும், வேண்டுமென்றே அவளது வாயைக் கிளறினான். "தப்பில்லே!" என்று இடைமறித்தாள் சித்தி. "இதெல்லாம் இயற்கைதானே? யாரு பண்ணாம இருக்காங்க? இந்த நாலு சுவத்துக்குள்ளே நாம என்ன பண்ணினா யாருக்கென்ன?" "நீங்க சொல்றதும் சரின்னு தான் தோணுது...!" "அப்போ நமக்குள்ளே ஒரு அக்ரீமெண்ட்! நீ அந்தப் பக்கம் திரும்பிக்க; நான் இந்தப் பக்கம் திரும்பிக்கறேன். உனக்கு வேணுங்கிறதை நீ பண்ணு; எனக்கு வேணுங்கிறதை நான் பண்ணிக்கிறேன்." அவனிடமிருந்து மறுப்பை எதிர்பாராதவள் போல, சித்தி திருப்பிப்படுத்துக்கொண்டாள். ஆனந்த் மீண்டும் அதிர்ந்தான். என்ன இது, ஒரே கட்டிலில் தானும் சித்தியும் சுய இன்பம் பெறுவதா? கேட்கவே விரசமாக, ஆனால், படுசுவாரசியமாக இருக்கிறதே? "என்ன, ரெடியா?" சித்தி வினவினாள். "உம்ம்ம்!" "ஆனா ஒண்ணு! ஒருத்தரை இன்னொருத்தர் திரும்பி மட்டும் பார்க்கக்கூடாது. உன் வேலை உனக்கு; என் வேலை எனக்கு. அப்புறம், இன்னிக்குத் தான் புது பெட்ஷீட் போட்டிருக்கிறேன். நாசமாகாமப் பார்த்துக்க!" ஆனந்த் ஒரு கணம் அடுத்து என்ன செய்வது என்று புரியாமல் மோட்டையே வெறித்தபடி படுத்திருந்தான். சித்தி கட்டிலில் இன்னும் சவுகரியமாகப் படுப்பதைக் கவனித்தான். அவளது உடல் குறிக்கோளின்றி எம்பி எம்பித் தாழ்ந்தது. அவளது புடவை,பெட்டிக்கோட் சுருட்டப்பட்டு, அவளது இடுப்புக்கு மேல் ஏற்றப்படுவதை ஆனந்த் ஓரக்கண்ணால் கண்டுகொண்டான். சற்றே பரபரப்புடன் அவன் தனது பெர்மூடாவை இறக்கிவிட்டு, தனது சுண்ணியைப் பிடித்துக்கொண்டு தடவத் தொடங்கினான். இதற்குள் சித்தியின் கைகள் சற்றே வேகமுறுவதை அவனால் காண முடிந்தது. நடந்து கொண்டிருப்பவற்றை நம்ப முடியாமல், ஆனந்த் தனது சுண்ணியை முட்டியில் இறுக்கிக்கொண்டு மெதுவாக வருடத்தொடங்கினான். ஒரே கட்டிலில் தானும் சித்தியும் சுய இன்பம் பெற்றுக்கொண்டிருக்கிறோம் என்பதை அவன் உணர்ந்து கொண்டான். அந்த அபூர்வமான நிகழ்ச்சியளித்த கிளர்ச்சியிலேயே அவனது சுண்ணி அபாரமாக விறைத்தது. தொடர்ந்து ஒரு சில குலுக்கல்களிலேயே தனது சுண்ணி பீறிட்டு விடும் என்கிற அபாயம் இருப்பதையும் அவன் உணர்ந்து தானிருந்தான். ஆனால், சித்தியோ நொடிக்கு நொடி தனது வேகத்தை அதிகரித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தாள். "டேய், நொள்ளைக்கண் போடாதே!" என்று சித்தி முனகியபடியே கிசுகிசுத்தாள். "இல்..இல்லே சித்தி!" "நல்ல பையன்," என்று சித்தி தொடர்ந்தாள். "சித்தி தன்னைத் தானே சந்தோஷப்படுத்திக்கிறதை நீ பார்க்கக் கூடாது. சரியா?" சித்தியின் இந்த வார்த்தையைக் கேட்டதுமே, ஆனந்துக்கு சுண்ணி வெடித்து விடும்போலிருந்தது. அவளை நேரடியாகப் பார்க்காத போதிலும், அவளது உடல் கட்டிலிலிருந்து எழும்பி எழும்பித் தாழ்வதை அவனால் கவனிக்காமல் இருக்க முடியவில்லை. சற்றே துணிச்சலை வரவழைத்தபடியே ஆனந்த் அவளிடம் பேச்சுக் கொடுத்தான். "நல்லாயிருக்கா சித்தி?" ஒரு சில கணங்கள் மவுனமாகக் கழிய, பிறகு கிசுகிசுப்பாக சித்தி பதிலளித்தாள். "ம்-ம்ம்-ம்ம்ம்-ம்!" "ஓ!" "திரும்பவும் சொல்றேன். சித்தியைப் பார்க்காதே! நான் ரொம்ப மோசமான வேலையைப் பண்ணிட்டிருக்கேன்." ஆனந்த் தன் சுண்ணியை இறுகப்பிடித்துக்கொண்டே முணுமுணுத்தான். "நானும் தான் சித்தி!" "ஓஹ், என்ன...என்ன பண்ணுறே? குலுக்கிட்டு இருக்கியா?" "ஆ...மாம் சித்தி!" இதற்குள் கிளர்ச்சியின் அடுத்த கட்டத்தை அடைந்திருந்த ரஞ்சிதா, உடலை முன்னோக்கி வளைத்து முனகினாள். அவளது விரிந்திருந்த தொடைகளுக்கு நடுவே அவளது விரல்கள் சுறுசுறுப்பாக இயங்கிக்கொண்டிருந்ததை ஆனந்த் கவனித்தான். அவளது முனகல்களின் சத்தங்களும் உரத்து விட்டிருந்தன. "சத்தம் ரொம்பக் கேட்குது சித்தி!" ஆனந்த் கிசுகிசுத்தான். "ம்! தெரியுது! சித்தி ரொம்பவே ஈரமாயிட்டேன் ஆனந்த்!" "கேட்கவே சுகமாயிருக்கு சித்தி!" "எனக்கும் உன்னோட சத்தம் கேட்குது! இன்னும் ரொம்ப ஸ்லோவாத் தான் பண்ணிட்டிருக்கியோ?" "ஆமாம் சித்தி!" "கண்ணை மூடிக்கோயேன்! சித்தி பிளவுஸ், பிரா ரெண்டையும் அவிழ்த்திட்டேன்." ஆனந்தின் சுண்ணி இப்போது பழுக்கக்காய்ச்சிய இரும்புத்துண்டம் போலக் கொதித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தது. "சித்தி, உங்களோட மாரை நீங்களே அமுக்கிட்டிருக்கீங்களா?" "ஆமா...ஆனா நீ பார்க்கக் கூடாது!" "ஏன் சித்தி? உங்க காம்பை நீங்களே கிள்ளிட்டிருக்கீங்களா?" "ஆ...ஆமாம்..." "எனக்கு ஒரு தடவை காமியுங்க சித்தி! உங்க காம்பு எப்படியிருக்குன்னு நான் பார்க்கணும்." "ஊஹும்!" என்றபடியே ரஞ்சிதா ஒரு கையால் ஆனந்தின் கண்களை மூடினாள். "சித்தியோட மாரை பார்க்கக் கூடாது. பேசாம உன் வேலையை நீ கவனி! ரெண்டு பேரும் சேர்ந்து பண்ணி முடிக்கணும்.சரியா?" "எனக்கு இப்பவே வருது சித்தி!" "ஓ! ரெடியாருச்சா? பீச்சியடிக்கப்போவுதா?" "ஆமா சித்தி!" என்று கூறியபடி, அவளது முலைகளைப் பார்க்கிற ஆத்திரத்தில் அவளது கைகளிலிருந்து தனது முகத்தை விடுவிக்க ஆனந்த் முயன்றான்; முடியவில்லை. "எனக்கும் தான்...," சித்தி மூச்சிரைக்க இரைக்கப் பேசினாள். "இதோ...இதோ...வந்தி...ருச்சி..........உவ்வ்வ்!" ஆனந்தின் கை இப்போது வெறித்தனமாக அவனது சுண்ணியைக் குலுக்கத்தொடங்கியது. அடுத்த ஒரு சில நொடிகளிலேயே, அவனது சுண்ணி பீறிட்டுப் பீச்சியடித்த அவனது விந்து அவனது வயிறு மற்றும் மார்பின் மீது விழுந்தது. அடுத்த சில நொடிகளுக்கு ரஞ்சிதாவும் ஆனந்தும் பெருமூச்சு விடும் ஓசை தவிர, அந்த அறையில் வேறு எந்த ஓசையும் கேட்கவில்லை. சுய இன்பம் பெறுவதில் இவ்வளவு சுவாரசியத்தை ஆனந்த் அனுபவித்தது அதுவே முதல் தடவை. ஒரு முழு பாட்டில் விஸ்கியை எதுவுமே கலக்காமல் குடித்தது போல அவனுக்குத் தலை கிறுகிறுவென்று சுழல்வது போலிருந்தது. அவனது கண்களைப் பொத்திக்கொண்டிருந்த சித்தியின் கை, மெதுவாக நகர்ந்தவாறு அவனது தலைமயிரைக் கோதி விட்டது. பிறகு, "சீக்கிரமா கல்யாணம் பண்ணிக்கோடா ஆனந்த்!" என்று முணுமுணுத்து விட்டு, தனது பிரா, பிளவுஸ் கொக்கிகளை மாட்டிக்கொண்டு, அவனுக்கு முதுகைக் காட்டிக்கொண்டு திரும்பிப் படுத்துக்கொண்டாள். ஆனந்த் குழப்பத்தோடு படுத்திருந்தான். கண்ணிமைக்கும் நேரத்துக்குள் என்னென்னமோ நடந்து முடிந்து விட்டாற்போலிருந்தது. சித்தியின் இந்த திடீர் நடத்தை மாற்றத்துக்கு என்ன காரணம் இருக்க முடியும்? அவளது தீர்க்கப்படாத வேட்கை மட்டும் தானா? அவள் தன்னோடு விளையாடிக்கொண்டிருந்தபோது, இன்னும் அவளை வற்புறுத்திப் பணிய வைத்து அவளது முலைகளைத் தான் பார்த்து ரசித்திருக்கலாமோ? உறக்கம் முற்றிலும் போய்விட்ட நிலையில், ஆனந்த் அரையிருட்டில் பளபளத்துக்கொண்டிருந்த சித்தியின் முதுகையே வெறித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தான். (தொடரும்) 01.00 Victoria to Brighton Train Kirsty had a weekend away in London and was travelling on a late night train from London Victoria to Brighton in the very early hours of Monday morning. She was sitting in the last carriage of the train and apart from a middle aged male asleep she was alone. Kirsty was watching a short porn clip on her phone. She felt herself getting turned on and knew she had at least an hour of boring travelling time left and she wanted to cum. The guy asleep was two rows away opposite her and had his back to her, Kirsty lifted her legs up so her feet were on the seat opposite and she pulled her dress up and started to explore the inside of her knickers with her fingers. Kirsty shut her eyes and was thinking about the night before where she finally got to fuck one of her long term male friends. Kirsty began to rub her fingers in a circular motion around her pussy lips and was thinking of cock, she wished she had either a penis or her favourite bullet vibrator to help. After several minutes of her fingers rubbing her sensitive parts she had an orgasm, cumming hard on her fingers. She was a bit disappointed that she couldn't get a finger in her arse hole as she loved this. Kirsty looked at the middle aged man whom had his back to her still sleeping. She had just masturbated without being seen and that thought started to turn her on slightly again. Kirsty got up and walked to find the toilet, she left the end carriage and entered the next carriage and again it seemed deserted. She found the toilet with the silly rounded doors and pressed the button. When the door opened she entered the toilet and walked straight in to the cubicle. There was an older guy, maybe in his forties, he was standing up with one leg on the toilet with his back to the door. From this guys positioning Kirsty thought her was either urinating over the floor or was pulling himself off. "Hi and what are you up to then?" Kirsty asked in a loud interrupting voice. The guy slightly turned around to face Kirsty and he was trying to cover his exposed erection. "Err, I'm hiding from the ticket inspector" Replied the man as his cheeks started to go red. "That makes two of us then" Said Kirsty. Kirsty pressed the button inside of the toilet to close and lock the door. "Do you usually hide from the ticket people with your cock hanging out" Kirsty asked in a aggravating tone. "Erm, err, well I was just about to go for a wee" Came the reply from the rather embarrassed man. "Oh don't mind me, I have to go in a minute" Kirsty informed him with a cheeky grin. The guy stepped back from the toilet and motioned with his hand for Kirsty to go first. Kirsty inspected the seat to make sure it looked clean then sat down as she lifted back her dress exposing her trimmed pussy hair and pulled down her knickers to her ankles. The man still had his cock in his hand was looking at her shaved cunt. Kirsty concentrated and tried to piss in the toilet. "You can put your cock in my mouth if you want" Kirsty asked him grinning. The man did exactly what she suggested and he took a few steps closer moving his hips closer to Kirsty's mouth. He placed his penis by her lips and she moved her head forward and licked around his foreskin. Kirsty placed her right hand at the base of his cock and pulled back so his foreskin was now coming away from his cock as she flickered her tongue all over his cock head. The guy closed his eyes and leant his head back breathing heavily. Kirsty opened her mouth and took his hard penis into her mouth. She could not piss now as she was concentrating on sucking the penis in her mouth. Kirsty was so deep in thought and turned on. She wanted him to ejaculate his sperm so she could taste it. Kirsty felt his hand wondering down to her breasts and he was pulling and tugging at the trying to pull down her top and expose them. Kirsty with her left hand yanked down her top and bra exposing her breasts and nipples, the guy grabbed them hard pinching her nipples. He gyrating his hips faster so his cock was slopping in and out of Kirsty's mouth. Kirsty tasted pre-cum dribbling out of his cock slit, she moved her tongue to where it was leaking out and lapped it up whilst still sucking hard on his cock and moving her right hand up and down at a fast pace on his shaft. The guy could take no more, he felt his orgasm coming, it felt like his whole body was going to explode and he didn't want the feeling to stop. His toes started to spasm, his heart was beating fast then the release of his spunk came. Kirsty felt her mouth fill up with warm salty cum, she swallowed the first load of thick warm sperm as more entered her mouth oozing out of his cock. Another spurt shot from his penis into her mouth. The guy moved his bum backwards and his cock pulled out of her mouth, he had spurted two loads of cum and was still mid orgasm. The man placed his right hand on his cock then wanked his shaft furiously aiming it at Kirsty's exposed breasts. He managed to shot another thick stringy wad of cum from his penis, it landed on Kirsty's right breast just above the nipple. The guy wanked and another blob of gooey cum hit Kirsty's neck. "Rub my fucking cum in" Said the guy in a half crazed I'm having an orgasm voice. Kirsty moved her hands to the sticky warm cum and moved both loads to both her nipples. She started to massage the gooey thick substance around her nipples and rubbed it in. The guy stepped back and kind of collapsed on the toilet floor, his cock quite soft but still in his hand. Kirsty opened rearranged her top to cover her wet sticky breasts she stood up still needing the toilet but pulled her knickers up. "Are you on this train next week?" He asked. "Maybe" Kirsty replied. "I will be and I owe you one" The middle aged man informed her in a heavy breathed voice. Kirsty left the toilet and found a seat. The train arrived on time and she got off the train. The station seemed deserted, Kirsty checked the station clock and it was around twenty past two in the morning. As she walked down the platform she noticed quite a handsome young railway worker at the ticket gates. "Is the toilet still open I'm bursting" Asked Kirsty. "No the public ones are closed, are you that desperate" Replied the lad. Kirsty nodded. "You can borrow our staff toilet if you like" said the lad. "If that's ok you won't get in trouble" Replied Kirsty. The male walked her through the ticket gates and took her to a lift. He pressed a few buttons and the lift opened, he then signed with his right hand for Kirsty to get into the rather small lift. Kirsty entered the lift and the handsome young man pressed more buttons and the lift went down. Seconds later they got to a floor where there were male and female toilets opposite the lift. "There's the ladies" The sexy lad said. Kirsty went through the toilet door going into a larger room. Kirsty went into a cubicle but didn't bother to close the door to. She pulled her knickers down and started to pee into the toilet. After a minute of peeing she noticed at the corner of her eye the sexy rail worker was watching her by peeping around the main toilet door. "Don't be she sexy" She said in a sweet innocent sounding voice. The lad entered the main room a few feet away from her cubicle. He stood there just staring at Kirsty. Kirsty finished going to the toilet looking directly into the railway workers eyes. She pushed her knickers to the floor and stepped out of them leaving them on the floor in the cubicle. "I have finished" Kirsty said. The young worker led her out of the toilet back to the lift, he was silent and never said a word. The seconds lift journey back to the station level was awkward with the silence. As Kirsty walked out the station she heard the young lad shout out something like, come back soon coz I wanna go on you. Kirsty turned round and smiled, she had left him her knickers as a present in the toilet and wondered if he would sniff them. It's been a few days now and Kirsty is wondering should she have some more train fun with the fare dodger and even take up the young handsome railway guy's offer of letting him have a go on her or should she just stay at home. 01, 01: A Big Celebration I'm reading my book when she enters. I hear a clatter of keys and I look up, to see framed in our little entry way the tall figure of my roommate. She's standing there as in triumph, legs planted apart, her face all smiles. I smile too. Geena never looks this happy, I've never seen this side of her. "What's up, G?" I say, sitting up straight. "I did it," she announces excitedly. "I got the job and I aced the final, I did it all!" Her voice has risen above its usual rich alto, and I can even hear a little tremble of excitement; this almost as much as her words brings me to my feet. I run over and hug her, squealing. "Yayyy!" "Thank you so much for your help Tina," she says, hugging me back. We barely fit in the little entryway, which is really just a space between the open closet that's built into the wall and the tall bookshelf we placed there just for fun to make a little hallway into our dorm room. Annie down the hall has a little ramp you have to step onto and then walk down, it's cute. I step back to let my roommate take off her shoes and her dark jacket. "What are we gonna do to celebrate?" She looks back at me from the closet and giggles. "Oh I don't know. I don't mind just hanging around." Geena doesn't go out a lot. I think she is a little shy, even though she doesn't seem like it at first, with the way she always takes charge. She is so pretty too, in a way you would call unconventional I guess; her nose is too bumpy, her face too pale and broad, her black hair too messy for her to catch the eyes of dumb boys the way the deep-fried blond girls do, even though really she looks like some kind of exotic Italian starlet... or maybe a little like Ferris Bueller's girlfriend in that movie, with her generous, chocolate eyes, larger than life somehow. Plus she is taller than some of them, and she comes on strong, just looking straight at you and asking whatever question she has. I saw her making out with a guy once, at the one party I could get her to go to, but she wouldn't talk about it afterward and it didn't go anywhere. I settle down on the couch to half-watch TV, and Geena putters around behind me, humming a little. She sounds so happy! I can her the familiar click of her bracelets coming off. I lean back over the armrest to look at her shadowed back. "It's too bad there aren't any guys around to see you like this," I say in a sing-song voice, teasing her. She laughs, blushing. "Oh don't make me go out again Tina." She sounds embarrassed but she's still smiling. "It's okay, I'm too tired to go anyplace tonight anyway." I loll back on our pile of pillows, stretching my legs across the couch. "Although I might be pretty popular too if I went out like this." Geena looks at my clothes and purses her lips, showing her faint little dimples. I'm wearing my old nightshirt with the unicorn on it, and some cutoff sweatpants that leave my thighs almost all bare. She puts her hands on her hips and affects a theatrical pose. "You are all mine tonight sweetheart," she declares. "After the help you gave me studying, I owe you a biiiig night of celebration." She strides confidently around the couch and plops down across my feet. "So," she says with an air of nonchalance, "what's on TV?" I burst out in laughter, and fold myself over to her end (my feet are trapped) so I can tickle her. She shrieks as my fingers dig into the dark fabric of her t-shirt. "No you can't, ahhh nooo!" She wriggles and swats at me with her long arms. "I might be on the Dean's List now! In the name of the dean I command you to stop!" I collapse on her belly laughing, comfortably bent in two. Why can't she be this playful around other people? But my thoughts are broken when her own fingers dig into my sides, just as ticklish as hers. "Oooh!" I jerk away and my head bonks into Geena's chin, making her jaw clack shut. She lets go of me right away. "Oh no honey I'm sorry!" I am right back with her, petting her forearms as she holds her hands over her mouth. "Are you okay honey?" She pouts at me. "You made me bite my tongue!" Her face is so funny, I know she's okay now. I tousle her hair and try to look contrite (I do still feel a little badly). "Oh and on your big night too!" Geena looks at me askance, rubbing her mouth. "Well, we are just going to have to--eeee!" I cry as she pounces on me, pushing me into the pillows. "No no no!" I kick and fight but she tickles me soundly until I finally yell through her hair that I give up. Then we lie there panting, Geena's head on my breast, until she shifts. I see her arm rise. "I wonder if Law & Order is on," she says. The TV clicks on, and I catch my breath. Then I push her a little, so that I can turn and see the screen. Law & Order is on. Twice in fact. We watch it all, and then there is some weird thriller on Cinemax and we are lazy college girls with no obligations for hours and hours so we watch that too. It's really dark out by now and the hall is mostly quiet. We two have sunk into the couch. I have to shift occasionally to keep Geena's cheekbone from poking my hip the wrong way, but mostly I am comfortable, snug even, with my bare legs running down her warm torso, half covered by the blanket she's pulled onto us. I don't know how she can stand hanging her bottom half over the far end of the couch like she's doing but she seems fine. On the screen, it looks like Angie Everheart is about to launch into another topless sex scene, as the slightly greasy male lead comes up behind her in this racy nightclub where he's led her and starts touching her through her dress. I think I am gonna laugh at this one like we did the others (it's not a very good movie) but I guess we're just used to it by now, ready to let the story run its course without further mockery. And wouldn't you know it but this shot is actually kinda working for me. Angie is supposed to be the innocent, upright woman who is actually trying to bring this sleazy (but somewhat hot) guy to justice for a bad thing he did earlier, only instead he is drawing her into his world and something about seeing his hands on her clothed breasts as she stands proud and helpless, pinned by her growing lust, just slips into me and makes me react. I lie still and quiet, just watching. Geena doesn't make any sound either; maybe she is asleep. So I don't really think of her. The scene gets a little hotter, and so do my legs and hips as the sex changes happen in my own body, although I don't feel like I need to do anything really, except lie there and float in this cheesy romantic fantasy a little while my panties steam up. Only I feel long fingers curling along my inner thigh. This is strange. I guess Geena is watching after all? And she must like what she sees, because she is stroking me gently for what reason I do not know, and suddenly I notice her hot breath intruding between my rumpled nightshirt and the waistband of my shorts. Not that she is nuzzling me, you know, but she wasn't breathing quite like that a few minutes ago. I'm pretty sure. It's uncomfortable but not too much so, so I let this drift for a moment, and then the next. Time passes like this when the lights are dim and you are relaxed. I ought to do something. Thoughts as to what haven't yet formed. Meanwhile those little fingernails lightly tickle my skin, inches from my crotch. It really feels quite nice. Something in that tickle is rising to my head and then out of nowhere I'm scared. Because my roommate is a lesbian. I mean I don't know that she is, but the idea that she could be has just become real, and I don't know what to do. I'm scared, and... ...and that's all. The second has passed and I'm still alive and this is college and I can do what I want. My heart speeds a little as something else opens in my mind: the idea that I can let this happen. In fact maybe I even want it. I am aroused, after all. As if to confirm this, my pussy suddenly throbs. I stare at the screen but all I see is naked puppets; they are just colored shadows now, pushed flat by the expanding possibility of what we are doing on this couch. "Honey," I say softly, because I am afraid to just touch her hand even though I want to. I can't stop my voice from trembling but I need to say something flirty. "What are you doing?" No, that wasn't right. The fingers have stopped. I reach down and put my hand on hers. Okay, not so scary. But now we are frozen. The sex scene is ending in front of us. I swallow, my head thick, and a pool of lust spreads through my chest. "I liked it," I hear myself purr, as my fingers strum over hers, enticing them to clasp the flesh of my hot thigh. Geena's hoarse breath spills out across my skin. It's the first sound I have heard from her. I stroke up around her wrist, where I can reach it, and her dangling hair tickles my hand. But still she is hugging my legs stiffly, her face turned away. I need her to cooperate if she is going to seduce me. "Sit up, G," I order her, tasting my old nickname for her in this strange new context. I start to pull away from her, and she opens just enough to let me go. Then, slowly, she rolls over, swinging her feet to the floor, her face downcast all the while. She sits up. "Good girl," I say, but she won't smile with me, she doesn't even meet my eyes. Is she scared? Oh god am I doing something horrible? I fumble for what to say next and then my eyes light on Geena's chest, where her t-shirt, stretched because she is sitting on it, tents over her substantial breasts, each fronted by a very pointy nubbin of what is clearly a very erect nipple. I know my roommate and her boobs don't usually do this. And it is not cold in here. The girl wants me, just like I want her (I think), and we are going to hook up. I feel dizzy, unreal. It occurs to me that maybe this can be the present she owes me. I scootch in 'til my knees meet her thigh, and the little distance I move feels like a mile, because I am on my way to make a move on my friend. I see her head turn as my naked legs move so close. My hand slips under her chin, to turn it more. I duck my head to match her face to mine. Her big dark eyes are low under their gracefully arched lids, and then, suddenly, she's looking at me. Oh those eyes. My friend is hot. My heartbeat skips. I'm very very excited. "Geena," I say, wanting, asking. Her eyes are dull, her sculpted lips apart. I feel her palm land on my thigh. Yes, I think, wanting her to take more. But I can't say it, I'm nervous again, what am I doing? even as I cup her breast in my shaking fingers. So yielding, so warm. My lips are dry, they are leading me forward, and then she's scrambling, pushing off my thigh as she tries to stand, so fast that I nearly fall openmouthed into her shoulder. "I--can't," she cries, strangled. And then she's fumbling at the door and slipping around it and with a click of the latch I am alone. Oh no oh no. I rise unsteadily from the couch, but Geena is gone. Is she angry? Should I be? I look in the mirror above our bureau, and see myself flushed and glowing, my wavy golden hair a mess, a cloud. A minute ago I felt the way I look, but now I am blinking back tears. I think she wouldn't just go tell somebody. She can't! I worry about that a little but then right away my fear for myself slips into the hole she left when she pulled away from me. I feel sick because I groped my roommate and it wasn't okay. And dimly, I wonder how I can face her again. But more than that I just ache because we were so deep into this thing and then she stopped it and my body needs to keep moving into her but instead I am straightening up the couch. There is nothing more to do in here except get ready for bed. I take my toothbrush and my bruised self to the bathroom to do the bare minimum; I can shower in the morning. I feel forlorn but the faint sounds of the hall, and then the cool tiles on my feet, help to ease me out of my horny fugue, pull the blood away from the surface. I know things will work out. Maybe I will even masturbate once I am in bed. I take care of my toiletry mechanically, not thinking. It occurs to me as I am leaving the bathroom that Geena might have been in one of the stalls... and a moment later I see her back, turning the corner, as she walks toward our room. She passed right by me while I was peeing maybe. I don't know. But now I must face her. When I open the door she is pulling on her boxers, and I feel relieved that she is doing something so ordinary as getting ready for bed too. She looks up at me and before I can speak she says "I'm so sorry." Her voice is tight somehow, but she looks basically calm. Her hands are at her hips, her soft dark eyebrows gracefully knit. "Oh," I say, as some of the weight suddenly lifts from me. I'm not sure whether I should apologize too. Geena opens her mouth to say something else but no sound emerges. Then she starts toward me, one arm partly raised. She looks stuck. I feel a rush of empathy and almost leap in to hug her. I clasp her tightly, and she quickly responds in kind. I still don't know what to say so I just keep on squeezing her. Eventually we disengage and step apart. "Pretty weird way to end your big night, huh?" I try to joke. In this moment the whole incident feels like a familiar thing, something we've endured together. To my relief Geena chuckles, albeit weakly. "Yeah," she replies, a catch in her throat. We stand awkwardly for a beat. "Well, I guess I'm going to bed," I say. On some level I know we need to talk this through. But I feel inept. It's easier just to move away, toward the ladder to my bunk. I'm aware of Geena standing behind me. But she was going to bed too, and we can talk in the morning. I start to climb and her hands fall on my shoulders, stopping me at the first rung even though I hadn't heard her move. I turn my head and hers is right there and she pushes and steers me, easily controlling my precarious mass, until I am captured, somewhat stably, between her and the ladder and the adjacent wall. For a split second she hasn't yet kissed me but she's closing in, I see my fate clearly in her yearning eyes, hear it in our quickened breaths, but it's all I can do to keep my balance on the rung and watch my life change. This moment is light and scent and warm pressing girl, no room is left for minds but to know about it. Now her lips reach mine and knowing and watching both die away. Oh throb, says my clit. My eyes flicker, wanting to close and leave out the whole world except for this warm female face pressing close to mine, these delicious lips. I tense my calf as Geena's advance tilts me away from my foothold, and I almost fall but then her arm is behind me, she's got me. "Unh," I gasp in a high-pitched tone, torquing my head to track Geena's sideways motion, to continue thrusting at her lips. My arm is in the way, still stretching across her big squashed breasts to rest on the ladder's further post, and I struggle for a moment to lift it up high and then around to her other side without disengaging our lips any longer than necessary. Then my foot slips and for a moment she is half carrying me as I step-swing to the floor and then thump back against the wall. Her arms are both encircling me, and I submit hungrily, clawing my fingertips down her t-shirt-clad back. Geena has to bend a little to meet my face, and her hips are held back from mine. She mouths me again and again, so fiercely that I think I might cry out. My pelvis pushes by instinct for hers, but I can't press it into her, leaning back as I am. I can only meet her hot full kisses, surrender to them. Then she slows, lowering her torso so she can reach more of me, my temple, my neck. Wherever she kisses me, I burn. Behind her my arms feel light, unneeded. Geena is the hands, the mouth. She can do whatever she wants with me. I feel her fingers hitching up my shirt, encircling my naked belly, and my eyes widen. "Yes, oh yes, oh yes," I chant, gazing toward the far corner of the ceiling above Geena's picture of racehorses. Her mouth finds my shoulder and I wriggle there. Now she's kissing down my collarbone, now her hands are up under my armpits, they're sliding behind me, they're unhooking my bra. "Haaaah," I sigh airily, feeling my breasts sag slightly. I raise my arms and let her slide the old unicorn shirt off me. It falls to the floor and only for a moment do I meet Geena's smouldering eyes before she dives back to my chest. "Oh baby, I need you," I pant, clasping my hands in her hair. I don't have to push her, I just knead and moan, letting her big open kisses deform my tits, jiggle them, wet my cleavage. I am not as big as Geena but I have plenty for her long fingers to grab. And she is dizzying me, kissing my beating heart, brushing my nipples. I am fevered. My hands run up and down her spine, playing her. Now her mouth closes around my right nipple with a rich, measured suckle that lasts for seconds, years, and I'm carried over the edge. My palms spread on her warm back, pushing. I gasp sharply, once, again, jerking my hips. My chin meets her scalp as I shudder in place. She licks my titty once more, and ooohhh I groan low. Quakes of pleasure roll through my belly, through my head; I breathe them onto her hair. My pussy fucks at the air, hungry, untouched except by the teasing pressure from my short shorts. "Oh god yes G do me I want you," I coo, petting my roommate wherever my hands can find her. She is losing control too. Her mouth no longer kisses but just nibbles everywhere on my belly, washing me with quick hot breaths and random tasting tongue-strokes. I have forgotten how to be ticklish. Her hands grope under my butt, she pants at me louder and louder, and now she's rising, hugging, kissing, wrestling me, I don't know what's happening but we fall and there's a bed under us and I'm hitching back so she can mount me or whatever she thinks she will do. I'm scared again but I want it, whatever it is, whatever is about to happen. Geena is half on me already and she doesn't stop, she climbs up and turns partway to fit me, her kneeling closed thighs driving mine wide apart. My hips tremble with want; I wrap my legs behind her waist, tugging her downward, but she resists. Her forehead meets mine, her full cheek touches mine. She is taut with heat but her motion is curiously tender. My arms encircle her, I kiss her ear, but she only hovers. The moment stretches. My hips push upward once more; I lift my ass from the bed briefly, so hungry for that bared narrow midriff under my calves to crush me down and hump me silly. But she is still, though her breath seems nigh to flaming. "Geena," I beg. "Geena." I love her for holding me, for letting time pass so I can feel this wild hurting need. I kiss my love into her firm shoulder. Her face sinks further into the hollow of my neck. She is resting partly on it--I can feel her arms relax a little. "Yes baby yes, come to me," I tell her arched neck. She's strong but I am coaxing her into me. "Baby this is right, I need this, you can have me." I'll say anything to make her move into me more, and everything I can say is true. I feel her knees slip a few inches. I wrap my legs all the way around her, I can reach now, and my cunt brushes something, she's almost here to me where she belongs. "Don't stop G," I plead, "I'm yours, I'm all yours." Whether it's from my touch or from my words I do not know, but something is released in Geena. I feel her moan, almost see it the sound is so human, has such shape, such pain. I don't know if she's horny or sobbing or what but I feel for her even in my sudden frightened silence. But her hand is gliding down, then the other too, and as they tickle along my ribs I think yes, because this is where the girls finger each other finally. I cross my own arms through hers, finding and grasping her soft relaxed buttocks while she probes at my waistband, and sliding down her shorts as she fumblingly unfastens mine. I have to pull my thighs in so she can take my shorts down, down, and off one foot with my panties along for the ride. Oh god maybe we are going to rub pussies together. But still she perversely holds herself arched. I won't wait any more. I spread my legs wide again, I run my hands around her beautiful hips, reaching for her surely sopping crotch. And her arms are suddenly there between us--they push mine back. I struggle with her, growling in sudden frustration and lust, driven beyond understanding of why she would try to stop me. My hands twist and push, fingers questing toward her sex, but I only manage to graze her sweaty wrist--yet her hands are both on me, higher up my arms, so how-- 01, 01: A Big Celebration "Aah!" I squeal in sudden pain. Geena has shoved my arms apart, wrenching my left wrist. She shifts roughly forward and up on one elbow, so that her upper body is half supported on my neck and chest, confining me. Her cheek presses hotly on mine. Her boobs grind her t-shirt into my naked chest. I don't understand what she wants but I'm not in charge, haven't been for a long while. She reaches one-handed between our still-separated groins and does something, touches herself I think, and I wonder, is this her fantasy, to control me and make me do nothing while she masturbates? But no, I feel her fist between my legs, and my face flushes anew at her touch because this will be some kind of virginity, gone in a moment. Soft skin nudges my vagina, and my body responds, tensing uselessly under Geena. Again, pressure, firm soft fingers no something, pushing harder now, finding my wet hole. My mouth is open, silent, my pelvis fixed to the bed. Hardness under that soft skin drives me open like a penis, pushes into my slick tunnel further than fingers should go, filling me with the answer to a question most unfair. Because in my world, you don't have to ask what is between your girlfriend's legs. "No, no," I mewl, but inexorably Geena sinks her body into mine, driving before it her... driving what, what--her hand has gone to my waist now, so that must be her dick. I am not ready for this anymore but she won't be stopped. She lies upon me, within me, panting in little breaths, before pulling back with a squelch. "Unh, you're hurting me baby," I whine, but she hunches back down, making us both cry out. A soft mass kisses my perineum, and I say "Geena," wanting to continue why do you have balls, but there's a dark tingling fog in my whole lower body and all that comes out is "Geena, Geeena..." She freezes again, then pulls back, thrusts, out, in, and now she's twisting on me, gasping into my ear, hugging me as she sags to one side but without ever letting up on my poor pussy, which squeezes tight about the full length of her jerking cock. I feel every inch of her, feel her meaty organ begin to throb. She pins me to her with long greedy arms, and as each spurt pulses through her dick she thrusts her hips. Throb, throb, throb deep inside me. My heel slides across the bedspread; my fingers tremble in air. With one final moaning thrust Geena releases the last of her cum, and suddenly she is a great ragdoll atop me. I'm sweating, I feel strange, and then suddenly I'm moving, I'm writhing in an electric circuit that starts and ends at my engorged clit, through which I am exquisitely aware of every gentle bit of friction from Geena's soft pressing belly. I twitch and squeak, grinding my hips, clutching her hair. My head is empty, my pussy full, my world made of cum. The circuit spreads; my body is a loop. It feels like forever. When next I am aware of myself, Geena is no longer atop me. She has pulled out and huddled against my side, hugging my arm like a baby. Her head is still nestled against my shoulder. I don't know what to think. It's a new world now. I lie there with her, letting my eyes step around the diamond shapes in the metal bedframe above us. I have no idea what comes after this, or who this really is lying next to me. In a minute, just as soon as I catch up with myself, we are maybe going to talk it all out, somehow. But for now it is good enough to wait here together, listening to the deep rich silence. 01, 02: Good Morning A dim awareness of hair in my mouth. A pillow squashed under my cheek. There is lamp-light but sleep makes even the light seem dark. An arm stretching across me, heavy, a hot face, too hot, at my chest. But the rest of me is cold and I want to move but I don't move. I know I need to talk something out with this person on top of me but now it is too late, we are sleeping. There is a sick fear in my belly because of what we have done. Naked to the air, my little patch of pubic hair tugs on sore, sensitive skin, glued there by dried... semen. It is scary and wrong wrong wrong and if I weren't on the pill I would maybe be at the clinic right now, trying to prevent disaster. But I am and anyway I can't move. I need to move though, to get out from this red sickness. I'll move in a minute. She is touching me way too much and I need to get her away. I'll roll aside and stand up. That is what I will do next. Anytime now, I'll do it. She's too heavy, too much. Anytime now. ... I am tugging the blanket up to my neck. The room feels cool. I can hear a wind from outside, but it's warm under the blanket. My companion, my Geena, is next to me. She is warm and soft and my arms want to hug and hold her. I feel a twinge of wrongness about this, being here with her, but I know it's not wrong, that's just memory from some other time. I'm confused, yet relaxed. It doesn't seem to matter why my roommate and I are in bed together, although I think maybe it will later. I push my arm out across her, under the blanket, finding her upper back and following its contour. I see her dark hair, just a silhouette in the dark room, (who was it that shut the lamps off, I don't know, I don't care) and it's really nice--I'm in bed, but not alone, how lucky I am to be here. I'd like to cuddle into her. She's tall and she'll make me feel safe. I'm naked but somehow that is okay. The world seems warm and open and good as I slide into Geena. I feel a little kinky buzz of anxiety because she is a girl, or basically a girl anyway (I'll think about this later), and her nude legs are so smooth and soft against mine. I don't know what she is, but it is exciting not to know. This is an adventure and I am giving myself to it. Geena's arm resists a little as I pull it over me; and now she is alive and moving, hugging me back as I meld myself to her, pushing out of me a little sound of comfort. I nestle my face into her shoulder, loving her warmth, her size, the exciting forbidden softness of her chest. I shift, squeezing her more tightly. Geena squeezes me back, wrapping one of her legs around mine. Her t-shirt rumples between us. There, there is her penis on my pelvis, soft but undeniable. I can actually feel it inching across my skin as it stiffens. The strangeness and excitement of this push me awake a little more, and I get the giddy roller-coaster feeling again. I deeply need to know what happens next, and already my body is asking, pressing harder into Geena, begging to be surrounded by her. She responds in kind. Her shoulder has become taut under my chin. I open my legs to let her lower thigh through; my hips press on hers. This is good. I feel lovely in this embrace, suspended in magic. I could lie like this for many hours. But Geena is still moving so I let her rock up into me; I slide my hand down over her butt to feel her push, to take part in the coiled urgency of her shifting muscles. Her cock head just reaches my nervous belly, and I think she wants to rub it on me. I try to help, but I'm drifting somehow. When she pushes I can do no more than accept her. Time flutters by; hazy impressions of warmth and pleasure and thrusting penis fade in and out of my awareness. I wish she would stop so we could just cuddle but at the same time I like how she is using me, how she desires me. I can almost sleep like this; for isolated moments I do. At some point I half-awaken to the sensation of a liquid squirting onto my belly, and at first I fear we will have to get up because Geena has wet the bed. But then I remember that she was humping me and I'm glad for her because she must have gotten off. It is still very strange, to think of this beautiful woman needing to empty her balls on me, but I'm too tired and cozy to mind about mysteries or about futures right now. I kiss her neck and fall back asleep. ... I hear a bird at the window. There is light, and it is cool and friendly on my eyelids. My arm is wedged under me and my support--it's half-asleep, and that bothers me. My eyes open. I see stark contrast: white wall above, sliced by a clean arc of black-clothed breast. The other breast of that pair is pressing past my chin, and I marvel at this new experience, of waking up a lesbian... or whatever I am now. My arm nags at me but now my brain is recognizing that this is my lover supporting me, and the glow of being with her rises anew, superseding other concerns. Now, though, I'm awake enough to worry a bit as I nuzzle my cheek into Geena's boob, as I worm my upper arm further up between her shirt and her warm, bare side. What will become of this? Will she and I go out together? Will I want to hold her hand, to kiss her like I would a boyfriend, with other people watching? Will she want people to know we are a couple? Are we a couple? And--oh god I actually forgot for a moment--why, why, why does she have a penis? Each question dispels another portion of my languor and soon enough I am wiggling to reclaim my arms, hitching myself upward. "Geena," I whisper to my roommate. "Geena wake up." I really need to talk to her. She doesn't move though. I think about tickling her but that would be mean. "Geeena." I mean to be serious, to let out my anxiety, but her face is so cute that I smile, even though her expression is basically neutral. Oh boy I'm turning goofy--I'm acting the way I do when I have a crush on somebody. "Geeeeeeeeena," I sing. I lay my head next to hers and breathe it into her ear. "Geeeeeeeeeeee, naaaaaa." Ahh it's fun to have a lover. But behind that I'm antsy, I need to know what I've gotten myself into. Love can be dangerous too and I haven't done it enough not to be afraid right now. Geena shifts a bit but she still doesn't wake. I reach up without thinking and touch her face, exploring with my fingers what I had thought to be familiar as I wonder about the possibilities. Did she used to be a boy? She is big but not masculine; she passes easily amongst the women of our floor. Or did she change into a boy! But could a man-made penis be so much like an ordinary one? I have no idea. Maybe she was just born this way... maybe she is a hermaphrodite! Oh god I haven't even thought of that, it makes my heart skip. I sit up and look. Yes there is her penis, soft and delicate in the morning light, shrunken back into its bizarre sleeve of skin. So much skin, is it some deformity? No, wait, that is what they look like uncircumcised. Or is it? Where is my high school sex education teacher now? I feel foolish in my ignorance--were my past boyfriends circumcised? I want to touch this thing. After a moment I do. I lift it, poking my finger into the wrinkled tip, peering beneath the scrotum. No, no vagina there. I fondle Geena's balls, rolling them gently around. They are a little bit bigger than I expected. I recall now that Geena stretched me when she entered me--she is actually rather well-hung, at least according to my limited knowledge. I giggle nervously at the idea. It's scary, but sexy. How in the world has she hidden this thing for so long? Geena's pale hips tilt under my curious fingers. I glance up to see her gazing back at me, and blush hard, feeling my hands change from explorers to intruders. I settle them on her thighs, away from her private parts. "Hi," I say shyly. I can't read her expression. "Hi," she replies. I wait for more but she just lies there as if frozen. I glance at my hands, and at her again. I really don't know what to say. But nobody else is taking charge. I look down again, but that penis isn't going to say anything. I sit back a bit; my blush is fading. There's an itch on my arm. Geena quietly clears her throat. I look at her, suddenly made anxious by her stare. My boobs feel very naked, but I don't cover them, shouldn't have to. What is she thinking? "Did you have a nice night?" I ask. It sounds so lame, the way I say it, but we need to talk. "Yeah," says Geena. Another pause. Something occurs to me. "I guess I know why you would never go swimming with me, huh?" Geena's mouth, always curved faintly upward at the corners, curves a little more. "Yeah," she says, her tone a little higher, girlish. She still just watches me--confident Geena, frozen in her bed. Suddenly I think she looks vulnerable, and I am not scared anymore. "I had the best night," I tell her, lying down beside her. "That was so special Geena." She has turned to face me but still she makes no move. Oh my god she is trembling! "Honey are you okay?" Geena bites her lip, glances down at her hand, which is clutching at the bedspread. She opens her mouth but no sound comes for a moment. "I don't... know," she says, struggling, and the tension slipping around her words makes it clear that she is about to lose control, this girl who I have never seen cry. I am drawn to her instantly. "Oh baby it's alright, it's alright," I tell her and the tears come at the same moment, spreading between Geena's face and my breast, for I have automatically hugged her to me. "Don't cry honey, we're friends, it's okay!" She is sobbing, sharply against my chest, and with each gasping breath she pierces my heart more deeply. I'm torn by her pain, I want very badly to care for her. I find myself telling her I love her, that I'll never ever hurt her. The words rush out of me. I forget myself as I comfort her, saying whatever I can, supported by the long arms that wrap around me. Soon she cries herself out, leaving us tangled and hot and and mostly silent again. I cradle her dark head, relieved--yet a little frightened at how easily I let myself hurt for my crying lover. Why should I feel so alive now, when someone else is unhappy? But maybe she feels better after all. It is good to let things out. "All done?" I ask her gently. She sniffs and pulls back, nodding. Her face is red, but open now, relaxed. I stroke some of her hair out of her face, and she smiles a little. "I'm sorry," she says. "I don't know how to act in this situation." I laugh. "I can't say I blame you." "I loved what we did," she tells me earnestly. "I... maybe you should know that I was a virgin. I mean, I never even let anybody see... I didn't mean for you to ever know. But I couldn't stop myself, you were so beautiful, and you're so nice and I just had to touch you. I don't think I ever could have stopped myself." "I'm glad you didn't," I smile, floating on her compliments. On impulse I lean in, pausing for just a moment before her frazzled face, and kiss her. She blushes cutely. Ah it's such fun. But I remember myself. "G you have to tell me though. Why do you have... that? How did you... I mean, what are you? I mean I like it! But you have to tell me! As your girlfriend, I command you!" I made her smile. Oh boy I think this means I really am her girlfriend now. And oh thank god I'm finally going to find this out. Geena's composure returns, now that she has a specific task to perform. "There's not much to tell," she replies, her graceful features just a few inches from mine. "I've had it for as long as I can remember." She shifts, and puts her hand casually to my face, fixing my hair as I have done for her. "My parents told me I used to be a regular girl, and then I got sick, when I was very young, and after that it just grew." "It just... grew?" This is too unreal. But what else would it have done! "Yeah," continues Geena, "and they took me to the doctor and he said I appeared to be a 'perfectly healthy boy'." Her voice becomes sardonic as she mimics the doctor. "But then I got older and my boobs came and when I started high school everybody treated me like a girl. My boobs were big even then. So I just hid it." Geena was homeschooled until her teens, I knew this already. The rest is news to me obviously. "But... what was it? Didn't the doctor know?" "No, he just called it a fluke. Pretty big fluke, huh?" She traces a line across the bedsheet, frowning. "And he only examined me the one time. After that we never talked much about it--my family I mean. I, um... I used to hide porn sometimes, on our computer. I never knew which sex to look at. But I only ever masturbated until last night." I am too puzzled to digest her sexual history just now. "But... Geena!" I exclaim. "Shouldn't somebody know what has happened to you? People pay big money for sex changes, and you just did it by accident! And what if it happens again? Will I be a lesbian?" She giggles, clearly heartened by my continued suggestions that we are a couple. "I think it is pretty permanent by now. But I'll tell you if it starts to shrink." I roll onto my back, overwhelmed by this reality now that we are talking about it and I have to really think about it. Shouldn't somebody know about this? Why wouldn't the doctor have... I don't know... told other doctors? Geena is from a rural area; maybe he was some incompetent country doctor, or maybe he valued people, and their quirks and their privacy, over medical science. Or maybe those are just silly stereotypes. I resolve to help Geena find out about her body, someday. But first. "Hey you are lucky I am on the pill! Or... are you? Can you get somebody pregnant?" "I don't know," answers Geena. "I always assumed so but it never seemed necessary to find out right away." "Well you are going to have to learn about condoms," I assert, taking control of at least this one thing. "Or I guess we could get you tested somewhere. But I don't want any accidents." Geena has a strange little smile on. "Does this mean... we're going to do it again?" I blush, and smile back. "Well... yeah... I mean, if you want to. I mean... I want to." I stare for a moment into her hypnotic almond eyes. "I mean... you're really hot." I'm not exactly smiling any more. Neither is Geena. She moves in, ever so slowly, and I wait with lips parted until she kisses me. Oh yum. It is delicious to go this slowly. And why does everything make sense again, now that we are touching instead of talking? Geena is confident now, and I let her take charge. Her hand closes over my breast; her tongue slips into my mouth. I feel her body aligning with mine, and I know she must be hard again. I pull back for a breath. "Let's not go all the way now baby," I tell her, even though I kind of want to go all the way. "I need to shower first, you wore out my poor pussy." It feels so sexy to talk about my pussy with her. "'kay," she says softly. Then her lips close on mine again and I'm lost in our makeout session. I rub her back, squeeze her bare butt, that damned t-shirt is in the way again. It's coming off. I pull it upward, feasting on Geena's neck, getting in my own way. Once it is off we kiss again, reaching for one another's breasts at the same time, smiling into one another's lips. Geena fills my hands with her feminine flesh, even as her rigid cock periodically bonks on my thighs. I don't really know what to do with her boobs; it's revolutionary enough, for me, just to touch them. Maybe I will suck on them later. But right now we are kissing, kissing, kissing. Mmmm this girl deserves a favor. I bring my upper hand down and find her shaft, grasping it firmly. Geena's breath escapes into my mouth. "Ahh you like that? How does it feel baby?" Her organ slides through its own skin-sleeve within my grip, stretching the presumably nerve-rich skin tight around her glans. Geena pants and groans. "Tina yes, it feels so goood," she moans. She's lost her hold on my lips. I'm in charge now. I nibble at her pretty eyebrows, ringing her nipple with my thumb, but my fingers around her cock remain still. "Do you want me to jerk you off? Tell me what you want baby," I tease. "Yeesss, please yes, jerk me off Tina," she groans, her penis twitching. I oblige. My hand slides forward, then back, and forward, then back, now bunching her skin over the lollipop head of her dick, and now stretching it far again. When it stretches all the way she gasps. I kiss and lick her lips, making her work to breathe over me, wanting to overwhelm her. Her fingers clutch my breasts, kneading them irregularly. "I'm gonna stroke you 'til you shoot your girljuice all over me," I tell her, liking the control I have over her. She merely moans and thrusts her hips. "Cum for me, G, cum for your girlfriend." It's so crazy to be able to talk like that. And so hot. Geena's penis is rock-hard; her breath is shallow and fierce. "Unhhh, ohhh yes, yesss..." she moans. Her hips ratchet and twist as she rhythmically penetrates the hand-pussy I have made for her. Then she shakes and squeaks, disrupting our pattern. "Uhh... uhhh... I love you Tina, I love you so much, ohhh god yesss!" she cries. My boobs hurt pleasantly in her squeezing grip. Her penis telescopes in and out, thrusting and jerking, and gobs of white cum begin to burst from it. I hold her, helping her cum, fulfilled within the context of this one sexual act but disquieted by her declaration of love. I feel solemn somehow in my horniness, as if I have been given something rare, girlcum and girl love all at once, and I hope I can accommodate it. I hope I am worthy of it. My thigh is dripping and still she lobs her sticky stuff at me, making my heavy thoughts seem silly. My moistened hand slips all over her dick as it finishes its spasms. I'm glad I made her cum again. She slows in her movement, and I kiss her hard, twisting my neck to find her face where she has hunched it over in her ecstasy. Geena's lips are delicious, but limp--ahh what a guy she is. I giggle and pet her hair. Her eyes are closed; she is a disheveled, smiling mess. We are both panting, both sweaty. I hug her. "I guess we're gonna go through a lot of sheets from now on," I tell her, and she looks at me and laughs. 01, 03: We Are Adults Jenny glances toward the door of the den. "Is everybody here?" she asks. "We're missing... Julia. And Geena," pipes up Annie. We are about to start our weekly house meeting. Annie is the house secretary, and so she's keeping track. "Oh!" I say, distracted by this mention of my roommate from the jostling Cheryl is giving me as she playfully struggles to keep control of her section of the den's only couch. "Geena said she would only be here for the first part of the meeting. She has to go to orientation for her new job at 7:30. And she might be late too, oof!" I lose my breath momentarily as Cheryl shoves herself back against my side. "Oh sorry Tina," she says with complete insincerity, turning her head partway toward me. Beyond her, Tamara is lolling off the couch, apparently upset by Cheryl's move and giggling way too hard to right herself. Her small face is bright red and even though she's in college, and presumably only slightly younger than the rest of us (she's the only freshman on this floor of the dorm), she looks just like a little girl. "Okay you're squishing me now, can you please just sit like a normal person?" I say to her in a very serious tone--until I dissolve into giggles myself. The joke is that this couch is only a loveseat, and it can barely hold two normal people comfortably, let alone three. But Cheryl has turned away. "Here, let me help you up," she says loudly to Tamara. She reaches awkwardly over the sprawling girl, and then the cushion she's kneeling on slides backward and soon they're both on the floor, laughing. Jenny looks at us and sighs theatrically. "Okay, kids, let's not break the couch," she admonishes us. Cheryl and Tamara climb to their feet, and then the two of them sit down together, clamping my butt against the arm of the couch. We all look back at Jenny with angelic smiles, and she snorts. "Meeting time everybody!" she calls out, as Julia scoots in at the last possible moment and sits cross-legged on the floor next to the couch (since there are no seats left). Jenny reads through the list of agenda items--treasurer's report, a note from the RA about keeping the hall clean, tutoring schedules for the new term, something about intramurals... I'm not paying too much attention. It always seems silly to me that we have a "house government" at all. The treasury only has $15 in it, for god's sake! But I like being together with all my neighbors. They are a lot of fun, mostly, and we always act like children together, which I guess is normal for college students. Some of them anyway! Yet it was just this sort of childish playing that led me, just a few days ago, into the very adult action of taking the virginity of my roommate, and subsequently spending the night and morning in bed with her. It seems very strange to me now, that sex could so easily slither out of this kind of casual touching—this thing I just do naturally with people I like, something I never considered remotely sexual. My situation with Geena was special, of course, but still... to be reminded of this potential for lust in all of us is disquieting. I look over at little Tamara (we actually call her that sometimes!), and wonder whether she has gone all the way with a boy yet. I'm not sure I've even seen her talking to one! And do Cheryl and her boyfriend have tickle fights? Or do they do it--have sex I mean--all seriously and romantically, staring into each other's eyes with deep meaning? We talk about a lot of things, but not that. "Hey, sorry I'm late," says a familiar, soft voice from the door. My gaze darts upward. It's Geena, and I feel myself smiling at the sight of her. I'm a little nervous because she and I haven't been together in front of everybody since... since it happened. But then, she'll have to sit on the floor someplace anyway, probably next to her usual chair, the one in front of the microwave. Jenny nods her in, and she strides directly over to me. I stare up at her blankly. "Excuse me," says Geena as she lowers herself onto the boundary between my thighs and Cheryl's, forcing Cheryl over. "Uh, make yourself at home there," says Cheryl, sounding not entirely pleased as she wrenches herself from beneath Geena's weight. Somehow Geena squeezes her hips in next to mine, and we all fit onto the little couch again--except for Tamara, who is now standing on tiptoes in the little space between her end of the couch and the easy chair beyond. She seems to be waiting for someone to find a place for her again, but the others are listening to Jenny. "I guess I'll just stand here, then," she says, sounding a little lost. No one responds. I try to give her an apologetic look. The meeting goes on, its contents engaging yet forgettable, like television. My awareness is mostly focused on the warm solid girl next to me--I fantasize simply about putting my arm around her, but I'm scared to actually try it because then people might know about us. Then a minute later I catch myself doing it anyway in an unthinking effort to relieve the pressure on my shoulder. Geena strokes my knee idly, and I give her a squeeze in response--and then I freeze for a moment, wondering who might be watching. But these are just my girls, here in this room. If I can't be myself with them then I can't be myself anywhere. I relax, and let my head ease onto Geena's shoulder. No fear, only warmth. I don't know why I went two years without a boyfriend, before her. This closeness just feeds me somehow. It makes me happy. We vote on a new house president; it's Jenny again. Shelly the RA starts in about litter. And now, it's been hardly any time, but Geena is shifting away, and I catch myself making a little whimper of protest. "Sorry, babe, gotta go," she whispers to me with a smile that hints at what we'll do when she comes back. I watch her leave, enjoying the sleek shape of her pretty, long legs, trying to think of them as being sexy. It's surprisingly easy. Cheryl grunts as she straightens and flexes her own legs. "Thank god miss big-butt is gone," she says under her breath. "Geena's butt is not big," I whisper, strangely affronted even though I know Cheryl is just being sarcastic like always. "You're just mad because your pillow is gone," she whispers back, and I blush. Jenny snaps her fingers. "Guys. Meeting." We look straight ahead again, smiling like angels. ... Later in the evening, I pad up the hallway in my socks, looking for somebody to hang out with. But most of the doors are shut; even the bathroom is empty. People are going out or studying, these nights, according to how worried they are about what the next trimester will bring. I have a few novels to read myself, for my English elective, but the deadline for that is far off. I come to a halt by the house's bulletin board, idly skimming its headlines as I wonder why, after all, I'm not out getting drunk and flirting with hot boys. I'm sure I could find a party somewhere, if I ask around, maybe call somebody. Then I catch myself. I'm not looking for boys--I'm waiting for a girl! I hadn't planned to do this, or anything else really; my nights usually just fall together somehow as I learn what other people are doing. But now I feel warm inside as I remember again that my roommate is gonna be back in two hours, and she's gonna be excited and happy (I hope!) from her orientation, and... she's gonna bring her big dick. Suddenly my mind is fixed on that, the image, the touch-memory of her spreading open my lips and driving inexorably into me. At first it just feels like a random thought, connecting to nothing in this familiar old dorm. But oh god, I think on next breath, that actually happened. The memory repeats itself, stronger now. The hallway falls still, it's just a backdrop, while out of nowhere my brain lights up again on the hundred visceral details it has stored away from the great spark of sexuality that brought me and Geena together. I look around, shaken--okay nobody saw that. Um no silly, I tell myself, they can't see you remembering things anyway, you're just standing here. I keep standing though. I want to think some more about this. Somehow you can go through a thing like that, and then just put it in a compartment and return to your regular life, for a while; but oh yes this really happened, I remember how she first kissed me, and it's as if she's doing it all over again--yes, says my skin, her lips touched here, and here, and here. At each spot, the tingles arise anew, their deliciousness pointing me on to the next little sensation to be remembered and cherished anew. I'm feeling warm, feeling swept away, even though I'm only a lone girl standing at a bulletin board, and a part of me is remaining dutifully alert for the sound of footsteps approaching or doors opening. The fantasy-memory proceeds in dreamy jumps and shifts; my face feels again the warmth, so precious, of Geena's face next to mine, the fearful, wonderful clutch of her strong fingers as she held me down beneath her. My hand lifts, trembling faintly, to the edge of the board, to anchor me. There is emotion with these memories, a teenage longing that I'd forgotten I could feel, and joined with my kindling lust it is almost too keen--I ache with the beauty of my own past seduction, my near-rape. My inner thighs clench a little, revealing through a subtle change in the way my skin feels against itself that I am becoming seriously moist. I glance down with dull eyes, unconsciously checking that it doesn't show through my shorts at all--of course it doesn't, and there beyond my inflamed but unseen pussy are my mundane socks on the ordinary old hallway carpet, and I begin to remember the world again. I catch my breath, and lick my dry lips. Oh wow I'd better go back to my room now. Well in just a second. Because even as I decide this, the last bit of sex scene arises to be processed, and I consciously acknowledge it and let it in and watch it, watch myself now standing propped against the bulletin board by one arm, lower back tensing a teeny bit, knees turning just barely inward, as my muscles pretend they are pushing my butt way out and wantonly presenting my privates to her, my imaginary lover, the one that's pinning me to this spot with a slow, wet shove of her secret penis. Ahh this is too sexy. I'm fully turned on; I feel jittery, agitated. Suddenly I turn, no longer interested in my now-completed fantasy, wanting only to go hump my hand for a little while. On the way back I pass Julia and Shannon, who are just coming back from somewhere, but I only say hi and keep going, hanging out is not my highest priority now. When I shut the door I don't even bother locking it; I just flop onto our couch, so much softer and nicer than the one in the den, and arrange myself on my belly, with the thicker blanket clumped between my spread thighs. Carefully I go to work, right hand stroking downward from belly to waistband and beyond, while the fingers of my left curl around my bra-clad boob, pretending it's Geena's. My face, turned partway to the side, pushes into the cushion, and I imagine that this is her firm neck and shoulder cradling me, instead of blanket and couch. I run my fingers straight through my little bush of pubic hair, tease apart my slick labia and enter myself, driving index and middle finger steadily upward, without my usual slow warmup strokes. It's like she's taking me again; I savor the fantasy that I can't resist this, grunting once or twice as my unready inner muscles are forced to relax around my invading digits. Oh god I'm all the way in, it's not comfortable, that was too fast. I'm already pulling out to do it again. My fingers flicker over my clit as my hips slide off of them, and I pant openmouthed into the cushion, filling my mind with my memory of her scent, letting the rest of me fuck myself for her. In long, full strokes I hook my digits up into my vagina, grinding into hand and blanket as I do so, replaying again, and again, the delicious, frightening surprise of that penis, with my two fingers as a poor stand-in for its urgent length. I've never masturbated in this room before, although occasionally I touch myself in the shower--I feel like a whore, to have needed this intense gratification. And the wildness and adultness of the act, bolstered on my knowledge that I now truly possess an exotic lover, fuel my fantasy, draining the life from the other images that flash periodically in my mind, of my mother scrunching her usually kind face in disapproval at how slutty I'm being, or of the scary, morally freighted thoughts of pregnancy and disease that used to sometimes distract me during sex with my boyfriend. That stuff used to bug me so much sometimes--and now it's just flat, empty ideas, and all the life and energy are here in this room, where I am a cool, sexy girl--no, a woman!--who is taking charge of her own needs in the only sensible way. I drag my strained pussy up off my hand again, feeling each centimeter of it relaxing as the tips of my fingers pass by, it's so good, so fucking hot. My thighs clench and relax, my hips wriggle about the spot, but they can't escape this sensation, can't keep it from throbbing, dancing through me. I halt my upward motion just before my lips close, teasing myself, pretending she's making me wait, enjoying the thought that it's really me in charge, that I can make this go however I want. And almost surprising myself I thrust again, sinking deep onto my straining digits. My hair curls about my face, and I lift my head to blow it back out of my eyes, to make this work better but I'm coming, coming, coming and I sag and splay and take it with little whimpers, watching the room through a feathery-gold veil that jumps with each breath. The tremors of pleasure run through me, my pussy hitches on my hand, and I ride this, shuddering and gasping, fingertips arched all rigid into just the right spot up inside me, where something yielding and wet protests their invasion with tingling impulses that ripple to my scalp. Soon it's over. The rooms seems ordinary again, the blanket just a blanket. I lie and pant for a few moments, eyes closed, fingers stiff. I laugh lightly at how deeply I'm molded into this couch. Ahhh that was nice. Slowly I straighten myself--my hand emerges from my panties with a waft of sex-odor, and I wipe it on the inside of my shorts, feeling naughty. I'll wash up later; Geena won't mind. I swallow and turn onto my side, not quite ready to get up even though I ought to. Then, thinking of her again, I reach around the arm of the couch and find one of my books where it's lying on my backpack. I'm cozy now, and I don't need to go anywhere after all--I'll just lie back, and read, and wait for my girlfriend. ... Tap, tappity tap. I flutter my eyelids at the sound. Things don't seem quite right--was I sleeping? Yes, and I'm lying on the couch. On the couch and I remember now, there's my book on my chest, under the blanket with me. And the sound, Geena must be on the computer, I've missed her arrival. I lick my dry lips and sit up, blinking. There she is, a dark form hunched at the keyboard, surrounded by a thin corona from the monitor that wavers as she shifts her posture. It's the only light in the room. The evening feels very deep and still. Geena is fidgeting a bit, so she's awake--well duh, she wouldn't be sitting up otherwise, I think fuzzily. At any rate she doesn't seem to be aware of me. I slide out from the blanket and stand, swaying once in my lingering grogginess. "Hey," I say softly, as I begin to walk around the couch. Geena jumps in place, and then rustles her arms about for a moment before turning her head toward me. "Hi," she replies, sounding neutral, and a little breathless. I smile at her surprise and go to her. "I didn't even know you were in here," she says, craning her neck. "I wanted to find out how your thing went, but then I fell asleep," I explain, putting my hand on her shoulder. "That's okay," she replies. She keeps looking at me, but she doesn't turn in the chair. Her hands are held oddly on her lap. In glancing at them, I notice a hint of white--Geena's panties are peeking out, through the unzipped zipper of her jeans. I wonder why for a moment, and then I know. Ohhh boy. I'm just standing here, staring at her crotch; she must know what I'm seeing, but she doesn't say anything. The screen shows only the desktop image--whatever she was doing is hidden now. "Honey," I say gently, unable to keep a little chuckle out of my voice, "do you need me to leave you alone for a minute?" "Uh. No. It's fine," she says thickly. "I mean, it's no big deal." Even in the dim light, I manage to make out, with delighted astonishment, the complete reddening of her cheeks. I have never seen her so awkward. It's wonderful and adorable and part of me wants to tease the heck out of her while the rest of me wants to reach right into those jeans. Friendship versus fucking--the urges are totally incompatible, and I blink, suddenly at a loss. "Okay, well. I'll let you finish up then," I find myself saying. But then my face lights up again as I remember. "But first you have to tell me how it went!" I say it in a hush, trying to show my eagerness to listen, without being too pushy. (I haven't even given her time to zip up, after all!) Geena looks down, and then back at me, her color draining away. She bites her lip, releases it. "It didn't go so well," she says. "I got into a big argument with the instructor." "Oh noooo!" I reply, the preceding event forgotten--I'm truly distressed that something has gone wrong with this night that meant so much to her. "G... I'm so sorry. What happened?" I situate myself before her, anxious to comfort her. She looks down again and opens her mouth, but pauses, too long. Then she addresses me again with softened eyes. "It'll be okay, really," she says. "But I just--I'm really tired, and I just want to forget about it for right now." I sit back against the desk, confused, waiting. But she doesn't say anything more, and it dawns on me: I'm ready to hurt for her, and she doesn't want me to. "Oh," I say. It feel like somebody's cut my power cord. I feel stupid, I can only think of words of comfort, but her steady, emotionless gaze offers no invitation. My distress for her curdles into a little ball in my stomach, not for us to share after all. I don't move; my body knows this isn't how people in love should behave. Yet I can see she'll look at me until I turn away. My happiness to see her wilts between us; I know I'm showing it in my face but I can't help it. She's looking right at me, watching me. I know I'm going to leave, like she wants me to. Okay I guess I'm about to do it... but first I lean forward, I hug her. She remains stiff and upright in my arms; and I'm going to let go and maybe say some last uplifting thing before I leave her to her distractions, except she reaches up to clutch my shoulder and all my attention goes to this, it's as if color might spread back into the world from her fingertips. I breathe down her back, uncertain and hopeful, keeping very still even though this position is awkward. I want to tell her it's all right, that I'm here, but I don't know how, or whether it's okay yet. So I just hold her more tightly. Geena swallows; I can hear it so easily with my ear pressed on her cheek. She's breathing very deeply, not speaking, not crying... it makes me think of her jerking off. Is she aroused by my care? Is that it? I raise my lips to her ear. "Do you want me to finish you off?" I ask softly, suddenly afraid, now that I have committed myself, that she wasn't really masturbating at all. But it's not really a danger, I know. I can make mistakes here. Geena waits a moment, and then answers me in a hoarse whisper, as if she doesn't trust her own voice: "Okay." I feel my own body responding, just a little. This is weird, we should be talking, but I don't know if she's interested in that. She needs me, and maybe that's enough. I hesitantly turn my head to kiss her jawline, to make her need me more. She just sits and lets me, but I can tell she is tense. Carefully I ease apart from her until we are facing, barely letting my lips leave her skin, as if she might suddenly reject me if I release the spell. But now I see her face, it is hypnotized. I slowly align to her parted lips, feeling my power over her. For one second we kiss, barely. This isn't what I want to do, and it is. I search for a clue in her dark eyes, a hint as to what she really wants from me. As I watch, her lashes tremble, and she makes a halting motion with her arms, as if she wants to touch me. The poor thing is nervous. Ahh what a dumb boy she is. I break eye contact and take her hands one at a time, placing them against my sides. Geena curls her fingers to match my shape but then just holds still, as if she's afraid to do anything more. I smile at her askance, and move her hands forward, onto my breasts. She squeezes once, too tentatively, and I sigh. I grasp her wrists and jiggle them vigorously. At this she looks up, with so-serious expression, to see me on the verge of laughter. She catches my grin, still gently cupping my chest, and suddenly I hug her again. She responds this time... ah she smells so nice. My Geena. 01, 03: We Are Adults It's right now, what we're doing, and I don't understand anything but I go on all the same. I ease back again, giving her little nuzzles as I go, until I'm standing straight again, with her leaning toward me, seeming ready to fall into my boobs. No not just now baby... I stroke her hair back from her forehead, guiding her head gently back, looking her in the eyes before I make my next move. She's helpless, hungry, still smiling faintly, so pretty. Satisfied, I turn a little and sink gracefully to the floor between Geena and the desk. Kneeling on the thin carpet, I arrange myself between her thighs, with my elbows on the chair. Geena gazes down at me dreamily. "Scoot up, baby," I whisper with a sultry smile, and she clumsily, eagerly obliges. My hands rise to explore her crotch, peeling aside the leaves of her pants--and oh yes, there is that hard rod, silhouetted by her soft white undies. "Mmmm, let's take care of this." I feel it through the panties, so strange and firm, all for me. My cunt twinges in sympathy with her arousal. Maybe people should do this more often, instead of talking. Geena needs no prompting to sit up for a moment as I work the jeans and panties downward over her warm, pliant thighs, leaving her butt bare where it settles onto the chair again. And now her big dick is bobbing in front of my face, and my mouth waters as I prepare to give my lover her first blowjob. I catch the shaft in my left hand, pulling it gently downward. With my right hand I snake behind her, and I cradle her soft butt, my handhold as I lean out to meet my hot popsicle. Its tip peeks halfway from its cover, red and shiny. I suddenly remember she was rubbing it--oh crap am I going to get lotion in my mouth? I stop just millimeters away, wondering what to do. As I hesitate I see Geena, above me, wetting her lips, straightening her hair, totally in thrall to me. She's utterly beautiful. Staring into her eyes, I kiss her wrinkled skin where it meets the glans, and snake out my tongue experimentally. Geena makes a noise; her shaft twitches. I kiss again, more firmly, basking in her rapt attention on my every action. I'm going to make this girl cum. My fingers tighten, peeling the skin down to expose her most sensitive area. I'm no expert but I know about this--I thoroughly moisten my lips, close them about her cockhead, and push, making sure to stroke my tongue firmly down the special spot just beneath the glans. "Ohh god," warbles Geena. Her shaking hands land on my upper back. I push my face down over her, letting her meaty rod gradually occupy my mouth, squeezing up hard with my tongue all the while. I don't taste anything except pungent sweat. She groans and thrusts her hips, lifting me and almost making me gag. I pull back, breathing deeply through my nose, and then stroke downward again, taking her saliva-soaked first few inches while my right hand slides beneath to cup and knead her hairy balls. I'm standing higher on my knees, getting further into this. "Mmmmm," I hum, now licking upward to her oozing tip, now engulfing her again, a little faster, slurping at the thing like it's a piece of candy. I pump my fist over her length while my tongue worries the folds under the head, playing with that sensitive, complicated skin, tasting its shape in each of its configurations. Geena whines each time I take her, and her pleasure burns in me; my motions become cluttered, urgent, as I try to lick every delicate bit of her all at once. I'm sliding down with my head twisted to one side when she erupts between my wet lips. Her volley shoots straight to my half-open throat; I don't even taste it yet. Her wrists press on me firmly and I let her hold me in place as she spasms, squirting out each glob of cum with a gasp while my obedient throat works to swallow it all down. My eyes are closed; I'm not thinking about anything, but only sucking, swallowing, servicing her. Gradually her spasms diminish; soon her dick lies spent in my mouth, slimy with our fluids. I massage it gently with my fingers and lips, coaxing out the last bit of semen. My hand strokes and squeezes her emptied balls. Her erectile tissues soften in my tired mouth, but I continue to lick and suck, pushing her to make me stop. "Oh fuck, that was awesome," pants Geena. "Unh... okay honey, that's enough, ahhgh." I let her ease me up from her lap, leaving her shrunken penis to flop into my fingers. It's so soft now. I fondle it once more before I let go, feeling pleased with my performance. "Do you feel better now?" I ask her, furrowing my brow in worry that she'll be sad again, now that her sex urge is gone. "Yeah," she answers, even though I can tell there's still a weight on her, of course there is. But I've done what I could. I stand up, and she follows me, automatically pulling up and fastening her jeans, stretching her legs. I smile at her deft movements, and look up at her as she finishes. She stares intently back at me. "I love you, Tina," she says, and my muscles weaken. I see her move a little toward me, I think she wants to hug. Obligingly I open my arms; she wraps hers around my shoulders; we melt together. It's so lovely. I feel her hand touch my hair, stroke through it; I sigh and snuggle against her collarbone. We stand like that for some time, her petting my hair, me floating in her arms. Finally she stops and gently frees herself; I feel like I'm waking from a dream. "I need to brush my teeth," she whispers, and I smile, letting her pass by me. I step toward the bureau, where my own toothbrush is sitting. Geena slips out the door, and I arch my back, sighing. What a strange night. And are we really getting ready for bed now, when it's not even midnight? Yet it does feel very late somehow. Maybe Geena has the right idea. Turning back to push in the chair, I see the computer screen, still glowing. I think I'll check my e-mail first. But when I bring up the menu to start a web browser, I see one is already open, and I remember--is this Geena's porn? I pause. Okay yeah I'm looking at it... just a little peek. The window comes up, and it's full of text; I look for other tabs. No, this is it. I guess she closed the good stuff. But a phrase catches my eye--"rub her sexy calf"--okay what? I start reading from there, and quickly find myself in the midst of a description of a man being pleasured by a woman... no, two women... and now he's crying out, asking them to stop, like that makes any sense... okay Geena was reading some kind of sexy story apparently. Only it keeps mentioning pain, which I don't understand until the women decide to keep the guy quiet by gagging him, and he won't open his mouth but then one of them squeezes his "left nut" hard to make him scream so they can put the gag in. Uhhh wow. I read on, not sure that I want to but captivated by this messed-up stuff, and worse, the knowledge that I'm hooked up with somebody who actually likes it. In the story the women torment the guy more and more, and I start to skim, marveling that anybody could write this and enjoy it. It unsettles and angers me that this is what she was choosing over conversation with me. My face feels hot--porn is one thing, normal porn (notwithstanding that I only vaguely know what that even looks like), but this is something else, this isn't healthy. It's unfair somehow, that I should have the freaky kinky girlfriend. But then I remember my own masturbatory fugue from earlier this very night, and I remember I'm supposed to be an adult, we're adults. I really don't know what to think. It's one little story, after all, what does it mean in comparison to our relationship? On auto-pilot now, I skim toward the story's end, as if seeing things turn out okay for its characters will solve my own quandaries. But now I'm there, I reread a little in disbelief, yet all I can determine is that the poor guy eventually passes out because they squeezed and squished his balls so much--it's just a story about hurting somebody, or being hurt rather, and I close the window in sudden revulsion, no longer caring whether Geena finds out I've seen it. I sit in confused anger. Okay right but that's her business, liking that stuff. Except we're lovers now, so it's our business... ugh what does this mean? I shake my head, I've had enough, I wash my hands of this tonight. I'm gonna check my e-mail and go to bed. And... there isn't even any e-mail. Well! I pad up the hallway once more, the cool air and familiar, neutral space attenuating my mood. I hardly see what's in front of me though; I'm so lost in disorganized thought. Nothing seems reasonable anymore, I need some sleep... but somebody calls out, "Hey Tina!" from the doorway I'm passing, and I blink and turn. It's Annie, I can see her sitting in front of her TV with her roommate Lisa. "Come play Nintendo with us!" she says to my tilted face as I peek back around their door jamb. Her straightforward enthusiasm is a relief; I find myself smiling. "Come on, you weren't doing anything!" Their room looks bright and inviting. I straighten myself and enter, stepping carefully up and down their little ramp thing. "Yaayy," Lisa says, but quietly and without looking, as she is absorbed in some kind of battle. "What are you playing?" I ask. It's a Nintendo 64, I used to play this stuff. But I don't know the game. "Gauntlet Legends," she replies. "It's totally stupid but it's fun. Come on, you can play with us!" I thought I would have to wait for one of them but apparently not. Annie kicks a bright red controller toward me. So I join in with them, and do pretty badly but we're all working together and laughing and it's so relaxing after everything that's happened. I lean back in their blue bean bag chair, killing monsters and chattering shallowly with my friends about which path we should take, inordinately thankful to be doing something simple. I see Geena walk by at one point, but then I'm distracted again by the game. ... After we've played for a long while, Annie starts to get tired. "I think I'm done for the night," she says with finality, and Lisa complains because she wants to see the end for some reason, but I'm not terribly interested so I stand up as well, stretching my muscles. The night seems normal again, and I'm glad of this. "Fine, I'll just do it on my own," says Lisa. "I think there's actually a lot left still," I tell her good-naturedly, and she makes a face. I wave goodnight to the two of them and step out to the hall, almost forgetting my toothbrush. Oh and... hmm I need to make a habit of washing my hands after sex I guess. Because their controller maybe smells like girljuice now... two different kinds in fact. Feeling a bit embarrassed about that, I finish up my routine and return to our room. Inside it is quite dark. I shut the door and change into my nightshirt, before picking my way carefully to the bed. But when I reach the ladder I hesitate. Geena must be down there... should I sleep in my own bed like usual? I'm not used to having this choice, and I stand wearily with one hand on a rung, as the events of the night try to crowd up into my mind again, each wanting to influence me one way or the other. The decision is a burden; my brain is all used up for the day. But I make myself stand here wearily, trying to concentrate, to identify the right thing to do so I can be rid of this uncertainty. I get nowhere. It's cold in here, with just my panties on... I know this isn't working, it's not going to work, but still I have to be responsible... and here I am sliding in with Geena, where I can be warm. I try not to disturb her; I'm not sure I'm ready to speak with her, and honestly I'd rather not, not until morning anyway. But she shifts as soon as I put my weight down, and when I get myself properly under the blanket she's facing me. Beautiful, pale Geena. "Hi," I say. "Hi," she replies softly. She gives me a sweet little kiss, and I feel her warm legs brushing my cold ones. I move into her, turning around so she can spoon me from behind. She wraps her arm across me and I hug it possessively to my chest. So nice, so nice. This is what I am thinking when we finally fall asleep. குடும்பம் ஒரு கதம்பம்.01 All charecters in the story are 18 years & above ------------------------------------------------ கவிதாவுக்காகக் காத்திருந்த திலீப், அவள் வந்த பிறகு என்ன நடக்கும் என்று எண்ணி மனதுக்குள்ளே சிரித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தான். நான்கு வருடங்கள் துபாயில் பணி புரிந்து விட்டு அவன் நாடு திரும்பியிருந்தான். கவிதாவை உடனடியாக சென்று பார்க்க வேண்டும் என்று அவனது மனம் துடித்தது. ஆனால், கவிதாவின் கணவனின் தங்கை ஊரிலிருந்து வந்திருந்தாள். எனவே ஓசைப்படாமல் ஓரிரு நாட்களுக்கு அவன் ஒரு பகட்டான ஹோட்டலில் தங்கிக்கொண்டு, இத்தனை நாட்களாக கவிதாவுக்காக அவன் சேமித்து வைத்திருந்த இச்சைகள் மொத்தத்தையும் தீர்த்துக்கொண்ட பிறகு, நல்ல பிள்ளை போல அவளது வீட்டுக்குப்போய், அவளது கணவனையும் மரியாதை நிமித்தமாக சந்தித்து விட்டு, தான் கொண்டு வந்த பரிசுப்பொருட்களையும் அளித்து விடுவது என்று முடிவு செய்திருந்தான். கவிதாவும் திலீப்பும் இத்தனை நாட்கள் பிரிந்திருப்பது அதுவே முதல் தடவை. இப்போது அக்கா கவிதா பிரபாகரின் மனைவியாகி விட்டிருந்தாள். அவர்களது இளமைக்கால இனிய நினைவுகள் மாத்திரமே இருவருக்கும் மிச்சப்பட்டிருந்தது. ஆனால், இன்று அதற்கெல்லாம் சேர்த்து வசூலித்து விட வேண்டும் என்று முடிவு கட்டியிருந்தான் திலீப். 25 வயதில் கவிதா திலீப்பை விடவும் ஐந்து வயது மூத்தவள். ஆனால், அந்த வயது வித்தியாசம் அவர்களது கண்மூடித்தனமான காமத்திற்கு குறுக்கே நிற்கவில்லை. இருவரும் சிறிய வயதிலிருந்தே ஒற்றுமையாக இருந்து வந்ததால், அவர்கள் வளர்ந்தபிறகு, அவர்களது உறவில் ஏற்பட்ட ரகசியமான திருப்பங்களைப் பற்றி எவருக்கும் எவ்விதமான சந்தேகமும் ஏற்பட்டிருக்கவில்லை. அது தகாத உறவு தான் என்று அவர்களுக்குத் தெரிந்திருந்தும், அவர்களுக்கு குற்ற உணர்ச்சி ஏற்படவில்லை. கண்ணுக்கழகான அக்காவை விட அவனுக்கு வேறு எந்தப் பெண்ணின் மீதும் அப்போது ஈடுபாடு ஏற்பட்டிருக்கவில்லை. அதே போல, செவ்வாய் தோஷத்தால் திருமணம் தள்ளிப் போய்க்கொண்டிருந்த கவிதாவுக்கும், தனது இளமைப்பசியைத் தீர்த்துக்கொள்ள, தம்பியின் வேட்கையைப் பயன்படுத்திக்கொள்ளுவதில் எந்தத் தயக்கமும் ஏற்பட்டிருக்கவில்லை. நெல்குதிரில் தொடங்கி, குளியலறை, மொட்டைமாடி, கொல்லைப்புறம், படுக்கையறை, கூடம், கிணற்றடி, ஓரிரு முறை சமையலறையில் கூட திலீப் அக்காவை வித விதமாக அனுபவித்து, தானும் மகிழ்ந்து அவளையும் மகிழ்வித்தான். தனக்குத் திருமணமாவது வரைக்கும் திலீப் வேறு எந்தப் பெண்ணோடும் உடலுறவு கொள்ளக்கூடாது என்று கவிதா கண்டிப்பாக சொல்லியிருந்தாள். ஆனால், திலீப்போ ஒரு படி மேலே போய், அவளுக்குத் திருமணம் ஆன பிறகும் கூட, அவனுக்குத் தேவைப்படும்போதெல்லாம் அவள் தன் காமப்பசியை அடக்க உதவ வேண்டும் என்று நிபந்தனை விதித்திருந்தான். இப்போது, அவளை அவன் இரண்டு வருடங்களுக்குப் பிறகு, அவளது திருமணத்தன்று சந்தித்ததற்குப்பிறகு சந்திக்கவிருக்கிறான். அவள் எப்படியிருப்பாளோ? எது எப்படியோ, அவன் குளித்து முடித்து, சீவிச் சிங்காரித்துக்கொண்டு, அக்காவின் வருகைக்காகக் காத்திருந்தான். அவள் வந்ததும்..... டிங்..டாங்! அழைப்பு மணியின் சத்தம் கேட்டது. ஆவலோடு ஓடிப்போய்க் கதவைத் திறந்தான். எதிரே கவிதா! அக்கா!! அழகுதேவதையாக நின்று கொண்டிருந்தாள். அடடா! இந்த நான்கு வருடங்களில் அவளது உடல் தான் எப்படி பூசி விட்டாற்போல ஆகி விட்டிருக்கிறது? "ஹை திலீப்!" அவள் சிரித்தபோது, திலீப் உடல் சிலிர்த்தான். அதே முத்துப்பல் வரிசை! "ஹை கவி!" அவனும் புன்னகையோடு அவளை உள்ளே வர அனுமதித்தான். "எந்தக் கடையிலே அரிசி வாங்குறேக்கா?" "உதைபடுவே படுவா!" அவனது முதுகில் அவள் ஓங்கிக் குத்தினாள். அவன் திரும்பி, நினைவுக்கு வந்தவனாக கதவை அவசரமாக சாத்தித் தாளிட்டான். "அடடா! என்ன அவசரம்," என்று அவள் மீண்டும் சிரித்தாள். "சென்னைப் போக்குவரத்து நெரிசல்லே சிக்கி சிதைஞ்சு போய் வந்திருக்கேண்டா! கொஞ்சம் ரிலாக்ஸ் பண்ண வுடேன்!" "ஓ யெஸ்!" என்று கூறியபடி சோபாவில் உட்கார்ந்து கொண்டான். "பீர் சாப்பிடுறியாக்கா?" "என்னடா கிண்டலா? உங்கக்கா இன்னும் அவ்வளவு முன்னேறலே தெரிஞ்சிக்கோ!" "ஆனா ரொம்பவே மாறிட்டே!" என்று கூறிய திலீப் அவளது நெஞ்சுப்பகுதியையே வெறித்தான். "நீ சுடிதார் போட்டு நான் பார்க்கிறது இது தான் முதல் தடவை!" "பின்னே, இந்த ஊர் கிளைமேட்டுக்கு கசகசன்னு புடவையை உடுத்திக்கிட்டா அவ்வளவு தான்," என்றாள் கவிதா. தம்பியின் கண்கள் தனது முலைகளை அளவெடுப்பதை உணர்ந்ததும்,அவளது பிராவுக்குள்ளே காம்புகள் விடைத்தன. "ஆனா, எனக்கென்னமோ நீ புடவை கட்டிக்கிட்டாத் தான் ஒரு கிக் கிடைக்கும்," என்று கண் சிமிட்டினான் திலீப். "ஆமாம், அப்பா அம்மா வீட்டுலே இல்லாத நேரமாப் பார்த்து வில்லன் மாதிரி என் புடவையை உருவிடுவியே..பாவி," என்று சிரித்தாள் கவிதா. "அக்கா!" திலீப் பொறுமையின்றி அவளை வளைத்துப் பிடித்து அணைத்தான். அக்காவின் உடல் சிலிர்ப்பதை உணர்ந்து கொண்ட திலீப், அவளை அப்படியே இறுக்கியபோது, அவளது செழிப்பான முலைகள் அவனது மார்பின் மீது அழுந்தின. அவள் அவனது காதருகே சூடான மூச்சு விட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்தாள். பரபரத்த திலீப்பின் கைகள் அக்காவின் முலைகளின் மீது விழுந்தன. "இஸ்ஸ்ஸ்! பொறுடா! இப்பத்தானே வந்திருக்கேன்," என்று கவிதா சிணுங்கினாள். "ரெண்டு வருஷமா ஏங்கிட்டிருக்கேன் தெரியுமா?" என்று முணுமுணுத்தான் திலீப். தம்பியின் அணைப்பிலிருந்து விடுபட்ட கவிதா, அவனது முகத்தை இரண்டு கைகளிலும் ஏந்தி, அவனது கண்களை ஓரிரு கணங்கள் ஊடுருவி விட்டு, அவனது உதடுகளில் மென்மையாக முத்தமிட்டாள். திலீப்பின் உதடுகள் அவளது உதடுகளைக் கவ்விக்கொண்டு ஒரு சில நிமிடங்கள் சுவைத்தன. அவனது நாக்கு வெளியேறி அவளது வாய்க்குள்ளே துழாவத் தொடங்கியதும், கவிதாவின் விரல்கள் அவனது தலைமயிரைக் கோதி விடத் தொடங்கின. அவர்களது நாக்குகள் பின்னிக்கொண்டிருந்தன. அவர்களது உடல்கள் ஒன்றோடொன்று அழுந்திக்கொண்டிருந்தன. அவர்களது உடலுக்குள்ளே, நான்கு வருடங்களாக துருப்பிடித்துக்கொண்டிருந்த காம இச்சை கிளரப்பட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்தது. அவர்கள் இருவருக்குமே கால்களுக்கு நடுவே கலவரம் ஏற்படத்தொடங்கியிருந்தது. ஒரு வழியாக, அவர்களது முத்தம் முறிபட்டபோது, கவிதா ஒரு நீண்ட பெருமூச்சை விடுத்தாள். "அம்மாடியோ!" என்று கிசுகிசுத்தாள். "எவ்வளவு நாளாச்சுடா என் தம்பிக்குட்டி!" கவிதாவின் ஒரு கால் திலீப்பின் தொடையோடு உராய்ந்து கொண்டிருந்தது. அவனுக்கு மிகுந்த எழுச்சி ஏற்பட்டிருந்ததனால், அவன் அணிந்து கொண்டிருந்த பேண்ட்டுக்குள்ளே அவனது ஆணுறுப்பு முட்டிக்கொண்டிருந்தது. கவிதாவுக்கும் அந்த ஸ்பரிசத்தின் பாதிப்பு ஏற்பட்டிருந்தது. அவளது பிராவுக்குள்ளே முலைகள் விம்மத் தொடங்கியிருந்தன. அவளது காம்புகளை யாரோ பிடித்து இழுத்து விட்டது போல ஒரு சுரீர் என்ற உறுத்தலோடு அவை விடைத்துக்கொண்டன. அவர்களது அணைப்பு மேலும் இறுகியது. "அக்கா!" அவளது காதில் அவன் மூச்சை அனலாக விட்டான். "வாக்கா, உடனே வேணும். வாக்கா!" "அஞ்சு நிமிஷம்," என்றாள் கவிதா. "கொஞ்சம் பேசிட்டிருப்போம். அப்புறம் அக்கா வேண்டான்னா சொல்லப்போறேன்?" ************************************************************************************************************ நாற்பத்தைந்தைத் தொட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்த வயது பர்வதத்துக்கு. இத்தனை வருடங்களில் கூந்தல் மிகவும் குறைந்து போய், தோள் வரையோடு நின்று விட்டது. இரண்டு பிள்ளைகளைப் பெற்றவள், திருமணத்துக்குப் பிறகு, தான் பயின்ற நாட்டியத்தை நிறுத்தி விட்டதாலோ என்னவோ, உடம்பு புசுபுசுவென்று ஊதிப்போய்க் கிடந்தது. ஆயினும், அவளை வயசுப்பையன்கள் ’ஆன்ட்டி,’என்று அழைத்துப் பேசும் போது, அவர்களது கண்கள் தனது பருத்த முலைகளையே வெறித்துக்கொண்டிருப்பதை அவள் கவனித்துக்கொண்டு தானிருந்தாள். தினசரி ஆற்றங்கரைக்கு சென்று குளித்து விட்டு வருகிற வழக்கமுள்ளவள், ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் அவள் வீடுதிரும்புகிறபோது, சந்து டீக்கடையில் ஓசிப் பேப்பர் படிக்கிற கிராக்கிகள் அவளைப் பார்த்து விட்டு, அவளது கொழுகொழு முலைகளைப் பற்றியும், மதர்த்திருந்த குண்டியைப் பற்றியும் பச்சை பச்சையாக எதையாவது சொல்லிச் சிரிப்பதை அவளே பல தடவை காதால் கேட்டிருக்கிறாள். தனது உடல் உப்பியிருந்தபோதும், எல்லாரது கவனமும் தனது முலைகளின் மீதும், குண்டியின் மீதுமே இருந்தன என்பது குறித்து அவளுக்கு ஒரு பெருமிதம் இருந்து வந்தது. அன்றைக்கு பர்வதம் தனது உடைகளை மிகவும் அசட்டையாகத் தேர்ந்தெடுத்து அணிந்து கொண்டிருந்தாள். இரண்டு வருடங்களுக்கு முன்னர் தைத்துக்கொண்டிருந்த, நாளாவட்டத்தில் சுருங்கிப்போயிருந்த இளமஞ்சள் நிற பிளவுஸ். அதற்குள்ளே கன்னங்கரேலென்று பிரா அணிந்திருந்தாள். மெல்லிய பார்டர் போட்டிருந்த வாயில் சாரி! தலையை அசிரத்தையாக அள்ளி முடிந்து உச்சியில் கொண்டை போட்டிருந்தாள். ஆனாலும், எதிர் வீட்டுப் பையனின் கவனம் தன் மீது இருந்தது, அவளுக்கு அருவருப்பை ஏற்படுத்தினாலும் கூட, இன்னும் சின்னப்பையன்களையும் தன்னால் கவர முடிந்திருந்தை எண்ணி மகிழ்ச்சியும் ஏற்படாமல் இல்லை. பல்வேறு சிந்தனைகளோடு வீட்டு வேலையைக் கவனித்துக்கொண்டிருந்த பர்வதம், கதவு தட்டப்படும் சத்தம் கேட்டு வாசல்கதவைத் திறந்தபோது அவர்கள் மூவரும் நின்று கொண்டிருந்தனர். வீட்டின் பின்பகுதியில் தனிப்படிக்கட்டு வைத்து மாடியை வாடகைக்கு விட்டிருந்தாள்; அதில் அவர்கள் மூவரும் தங்கி, டவுணுக்குத் தினசரி போய் கல்லூரியில் படித்து வந்து கொண்டிருந்தனர். குணா,ராஜேந்திரன், தென்னரசு...இவர்கள் மூவரில் யாராவது ஐஸ்வர்யாவை...சே! என்ன இது, எந்த வயதுப் பையனைப் பார்த்தாலும், அவன் தான் தன் மகளைக் கெடுத்திருப்பானோ என்று தனக்கு ஏன் தோன்றுகிறது? கதவைத் திறந்ததும், அவள் எதிர்பார்த்தது போலவே அவர்களது கண்கள் முதலில் அவளது முலைகளையே தேடின. பர்வதம் சிரித்துக்கொண்டாள். இது போன்ற அறிந்தும் அறியாத வயசுக்காரப்பையன்களின் கண்கள் தன் உடலை மேயும்போது,அவளுக்கு அவ்வப்போது ஒரு கிளர்ச்சி ஏற்படுவது வழக்கமாகி விட்டிருந்தது. அதிலும், இந்த மூன்று வாலிபர்களும் பார்ப்பதற்குப் பொலி காளைகளைப் போலிருப்பார்கள். ஆற்றங்கரை மணலில் தினசரி உடற்பயிற்சி செய்கிற வழக்கமுள்ளவர்கள் என்பதை பர்வதம் பார்த்துத் தெரிந்து கொண்டிருந்தாள். வேட்டி அல்லது லுங்கியைத் தார்பாய்ச்சிக் கட்டிக்கொண்டு, அவர்கள் சிலம்பம் ஆடுவதையும் அவர்கள் பார்த்திருக்கிறாள். அவளது கண்கள் அவர்களது தொடைகளைக் கண்டு ரசித்ததுமுண்டு. தூண்களைப் போலிருந்த அவர்களின் தொடைகளைப் பார்க்கும்போதெல்லாம், பர்வதத்துக்கு அந்தத் தொடைகளுக்கு நடுவே, இடுப்புக்குக் கீழே, அவர்களது ஆணுறுப்புக்கள் எப்படியிருக்கும் என்று பார்க்கிற ஆவலும் ஏற்பட்டதுண்டு. கணவன் இறந்தபிறகு, உடலுறவு என்பதே சுத்தமாக இல்லாமல் போயிருந்த நிலையில், வேறு வழியில்லாமல் சுய இன்பம் பெற்றுக்கொண்டு அரிப்பைத் தீர்த்துக்கொள்ள அவள் முற்பட்ட ஒரு சில சந்தர்ப்பங்களில் அவளையுமறியாமல் அந்த மூவரில் யாராவது ஒருவனின் முகம் தன் கண் முன்பு வந்து தோன்றியதுண்டு. அதற்கேற்றாற்போல, அவர்கள் மூவரும் அவளை சந்தித்து வாடைக கொடுக்க வரும்போதெல்லாம், வந்த சிறிது நேரத்திலேயே அவர்களது உறுப்புகளில் எழுச்சி ஏற்பட்டு, வெட்கமின்றி அவர்களது வீக்கம் வெளிப்படுவதையும் அவள் கவனித்திருக்கிறாள். இருந்தாலும், பேரன் பேத்தி எடுக்கிற வயதில், ஊரில் ஒரு கவுரவமான டீச்சரின் விதவையென்ற நற்பெயரையும், கண்ணியமான ஒரு குடும்பத்தலைவி என்ற நற்பெயரையும் காப்பாற்ற வேண்டி அவள் தனது உணர்ச்சிகளைக் கட்டுப்படுத்திக்கொண்டிருந்தாள். "என்னப்பா, மூணு பேரும் சேர்ந்து வந்திருக்கீங்க? காலேஜ் இல்லையா?" என்று கேட்டாள். அவர்கள் பதிலேதும் கூறவில்லை. "என்னாச்சு..?" "ஆன்ட்டி..," என்று தொண்டையை செருமிக்கொண்டு பேசத் தொடங்கினான் தென்னரசு. "நாங்க வேண்ணா அடுத்த மாசத்துலேருந்து கூடுதல் வாடகை கொடுக்குறோம். தயவு செய்து காலி மட்டும் பண்ணச் சொல்லாதீங்க!" "ஆமாம் ஆன்ட்டி," என்று சேர்ந்து கொண்டான் குணா. "எங்களாலே டவுணுக்கெல்லாம் போய் வாடகைக்கு வீடு எடுக்க முடியாது. நாங்க அமைதியாப் படிக்கிறதுக்கு இது மாதிரி வேறே எங்கேயும் இடம் கிடைக்காது.." "ப்ளீஸ் ஆன்ட்டி," மற்ற இருவருக்கும் ஒத்து ஊதுவது போலத் தானும் சேர்ந்து கொண்டான் ராஜேந்திரன். பர்வதத்துக்கு அவர்கள் மூவரையும் பார்த்தால் பரிதாபமாகத் தானிருந்தது. ஆனால்... "வாடகையை ஏத்தறதுக்காக நான் உங்களைக் காலி செய்யச் சொல்லலியே...?" என்றாள் பர்வதம். "உங்களுக்கே தெரியுமில்லே..இப்போ என் புள்ளை, பொண்ணு ரெண்டு பேரும் பட்டணத்திலே இருக்காங்க! டீச்சர் சாரும் இப்போ உயிரோட இல்லை. நான் மட்டும் இங்கே தனியாக் கஷ்டப்பட வேண்டாமேன்னு தான் என்னையும் பட்டணத்துக்கே வர சொல்லிட்டாங்க..இந்த வீடு மட்டுமில்லேப்பா..எங்களுக்கிருந்த கொஞ்ச நஞ்ச சொத்து எல்லாத்தையுமே கைமாத்தியாச்சு! அதுனாலே தான் உங்களையும் காலிபண்ண சொன்னேன், புரியுதா?" "அப்படீன்னா..ஊரை விட்டே போறீங்களா?" என்று அதிர்ச்சியோடு கேட்டான் குணா. "ஆமாம்..பின்னே..?" அவர்கள் மூவரும் முகத்தில் அதிர்ச்சி உறைந்திருக்க, ஒருவரையொருவர் மாற்றி மாற்றிப் பார்த்துக்கொண்டனர். பிறகு.. "ரொம்ப வருத்தமாயிருக்கு ஆன்ட்டி! உங்களை மாதிரி ஒரு லேண்ட்-லேடி யாரு கிடைப்பாங்க?" "தேங்க்ஸ்!" என்று புன்னகைத்தாள் பர்வதம். "சின்னப்பையன்கள் தானே நீங்க? டவுணுக்குப் போனா ஏதாவது பொழுதுபோக்காவது இருக்கும். இந்த கிராமத்தைக் கட்டிக்கிட்டு ஏன் அழுவறீங்க? நாங்களே ஒவ்வொருத்தரா வெளியே போயிட்டிருக்கோம்.." "அது வந்து ஆன்ட்டி...," என்று ஆரம்பித்தான் ராஜேந்திரன். "நாங்கல்லாம் மிடில்-கிளாஸ்! மாசா மாசம் எங்கப்பா அம்மா அனுப்புற பணத்தை வைச்சுக்கிட்டு, தினசரி மூணு வேளை சரியா சாப்பிடறதே சில நாள் முடியறதில்லே. டவுணுக்குப் போனா சினிமா பார்க்கணுமுன்னு தோணும்; இன்டெர்நெட்டுக்குப் போகத் தோணும்..வீண் செலவு..அதான் எங்களுக்கு கிராமம் தான் எல்லாத்துக்கும் சரீன்னு முடிவெடுத்திட்டோம்." ’ஐயோ பாவம்,’ மனதுக்குள்ளே நினைத்துக்கொண்டாள் பர்வதம். "அப்படியா, சரி!" என்று கூறியவள்,"இன்னிக்கு உங்க மூணு பேருக்கும் எங்க வீட்டுலே தான் சாப்பாடு. நாளையிலிருந்து நான் மூட்டைமுடிச்சு கட்டுறதுலே மும்முரமாயிடுவேன். அப்புறம் ஒண்ணும் நடக்காது...இன்னிக்கு எங்க வீட்டிலே சைவம் தான்! சாப்பிட வர்றீங்களா?" என்று கேட்டாள். மூவரும் ஒருவரையொருவர் பார்த்துக்கொண்டிருந்து விட்டு ஒரே குரலில் ’ஓ.யெஸ்..தேங்கஸ் ஆன்ட்டி,’ என்று கூறி விட்டு சென்றார்கள். பர்வதம் மனதுக்குள்ளே சிரித்துக்கொண்டாள். ’விருந்து உங்களுக்கில்லை; எனக்குத்தான். ************************************************************************************************************ "என்ன பேசணும்?" திலீப் அவளை மெதுவாகத் தளர்த்தினான். "அவரோட தங்கச்சி எங்களோட தங்க வந்திருக்கா...," என்றாள் கவிதா. "அவ ஒரு பிராப்ளத்திலே மாட்டிக்கிட்டா. எவனோடயோ படுத்து கர்ப்பமாயிட்டா." "யாரு? ஐஸ்வர்யாவா?" திலீப் அதிர்ந்தான். "பரவாயில்லையே! பெயர் மறக்காம ஞாபகம் வைச்சிருக்கியே!" என்று கிண்டலாக சிரித்தாள் கவிதா. "அக்கா! உன் கல்யாணத்தின் போது அவளைப் பார்த்தபோதே அவ கிட்டே மனசைப்பறி கொடுத்திட்டேன்," என்று உண்மையை ஒப்புக்கொண்டான் திலீப். "எனக்கு அதிர்ச்சியா இருக்கு! அவளா இப்படி...? சே! நான் என்னென்னமோ மனக்கோட்டை கட்டினேனே!" திலீப்பின் விசனத்தை கவிதா புரிந்து கொண்டாள். அவளே கணவனிடம் பேசி திலீப்-ஐஸ்வர்யா கல்யாணத்தை முன்னிருந்து நடத்தி வைக்கலாம் என்று தான் எண்ணியிருந்தாள். ஆனால், அதற்குள்ளாக கொழுந்தி வழிதவறி கர்ப்பமாகியிருந்த சேதி வந்திருந்தது. அது கவிதாவுக்கு அதிர்ச்சியாகவே இருந்தாலும் கூட, அவளது மனதிலிருந்த திட்டத்தை மாற்றிக்கொள்ள விரும்பவில்லை. "யாருக்கா அவளை கர்ப்பமாக்கினவன்? ஏதாவது சொன்னாளா?" திலீப்பின் கைகள் இப்போது கவிதாவை விட்டு முற்றிலும் தளர்ந்திருந்தன. அவனது முகத்தில் சோகம் மண்டிக்கிடந்தது. "சொல்ல மாட்டேங்குறாடா! என் மாமியார்காரி தான் வாடகைக்கு ஆசைப்பட்டு வீட்டு மாடியிலே ரெண்டு தடிப்பசங்களை வாடகைக்கு வைச்சிருந்தாளே! போதாக்குறைக்கு அந்த ஊரிலே கொழுகொழுன்னு கோவில்லே மணியடிச்சிட்டிருக்கிற ஒரு ஐயர் பையனோட ஐஸ்வர்யா சுத்திட்டிருந்ததை நிறைய பேர் இவர் கிட்டே சொல்லியிருக்காங்களாம். ஆனா, அழுத்தக்காரி, பேரை சொல்லமாட்டேங்குறா! காதும் காதும் வைச்சாப்புலே கர்ப்பத்தைக் கலைச்சிட்டோம்" "சே!" சலித்துக்கொண்டான் திலீப். "அவளை ராணி மாதிரி வைச்சுக்கணுமுன்னு கனவு கண்டேனே.!" "இப்போ என்ன குடிமுழுகிப்போச்சு?" என்று அவனது தலையைக் கோதினாள் கவிதா. "சொல்லப்போனா, இப்பத் தான் நீ அவளைக் கல்யாணம் பண்ணறது ரொம்ப சுலபமாயிடுச்சு.." "அக்கா! என்னக்கா இது?" திலீப் குமுறினான். "ஒரு கெட்டுப்போன பொண்ணை என் தலையிலே....." "நிறுத்துடா!" கவிதா இடைமறித்தாள். "அக்காவைக் கன்னிகழிச்சிட்டு அவ கூட ஆறு வருஷம் குடித்தனமே நடத்தினவன் நீ! நீ பேசறியா?" "அக்கா!" திலீப் குழம்பினான். கவிதா என்ன சொல்ல வருகிறாள்? "இதோ பாருடா தம்பி! உனக்கு என்னை விட்டிட்டு இருக்க முடியாது; எனக்கும் உன்னை விட்டிட்டு இருக்க முடியாது. நீயும் ஐஸ்வர்யா மேலே ஆசைப்பட்டிருக்கே! நம்ம எல்லாரோட ஆசையும் நிறைவேறணுன்னா நீயே அவளுக்கு வாழ்வு கொடு! அவ உனக்குப் பொண்டாட்டியா இருப்பா! நம்ம தொடர்பும் தொடரும்! நீ வேறே யாரையாவது கல்யாணம் பண்ணிக்கிட்டா அப்புறம் இதெல்லாம் நடக்குமா?" கவிதா அவனிடம் விளக்கமாகக் கூறினாள். "அதில்லைக்கா..அவ வந்து...," என்று திலீப் ஏதோ சொல்ல முயன்றபோது மீண்டும் அவனை அவள் இடைமறித்தாள். "டேய்! முன்னே பின்னே தெரியாத ஒரு பொண்ணை நீ கல்யாணம் பண்ணறேன்னு வைச்சுக்குவோம். அவ மட்டும் முன்னாடி எப்படியிருந்தான்னு உனக்கு என்னடா தெரியும்? பின்னாலே அவ மோசமானவன்னு தெரிஞ்சா என்ன பண்ண முடியும்? அதுக்கு இது பெட்டர். ஐஸ்வர்யாவுக்கு நீ வாழ்வு கொடுத்த மாதிரியும் இருக்கும். அப்பப்போ அக்காவையும் நீ ருசி பார்க்கலாம். இது போதாதா?" திலீப் யோசித்தான். அடடா! இந்த யோசனை நமக்குத் தோன்றவில்லையே! "அது சரி அக்கா," என்ற திலீப்,"இதுக்கு உன் புருஷன் சம்மதிப்பாரா?" "அதை நீ என் கையிலே விட்டிடு! நீ சரின்னு சொல்லு போதும்," என்று அவனைப் பார்த்துப் புன்னகைத்தாள். ’அப்பாடா, அதிக மூளைச்சலவை தேவைப்படவில்லை,’ என்ற ஆறுதல் அவளுக்கு ஏற்பட்டது. "சரீன்னு சொன்னா எனக்கு என்ன தருவே?" என்று குறும்புப் புன்னகையோடு கேட்டான் திலீப். "ஏதோ, எல்லாத்தையுமே எங்கிட்டே கேட்டு வாங்கிக்கிற மாதிரியில்லே நீ பேசுறே?" என்று கிண்டலாக சிரித்தாள் கவிதா. "முத முதல்லே நானாத் தந்தா நீ எடுத்துக்கிட்டே?" "அப்போ, எடுத்துக்கட்டுமா?" என்று அவளது கண்களைக் கூர்ந்தவாறே கேட்டான் திலீப். "உம்!" என்று புன்னகைத்தாள் கவிதா. திலீப் கவிதாவை மெதுவாகத் தள்ளினான். அவள் தனது முலைகளின் வனப்பை மூடிக்கொண்டிருந்த துப்பட்டாவைக் களைந்து எறிந்தாள். அவளது இடுப்பில் கைவைத்த திலீப், அவளது சுடிதாரை மெதுவாக மேல்நோக்கித் தள்ளத் தொடங்கினான். அவளது தொப்புள் அவனது கண்களுக்கு விருந்தளித்தது. குனிந்து கொண்டு அக்காளின் தொப்புளில் முத்தமிட்டான். கவிதாவுக்கு மயிர்க்கூச்செரிந்தது. ஒரு கையால் அவளது வயிற்றின் பளிங்கு போலிருந்த சருமத்தை வருடியவாறே, இன்னொரு கையால் அவளது சுடிதாரைத் தொடர்ந்து மேலே தூக்கினான். குறிப்பறிந்த கவிதா தான் அணிந்து கொண்டிருந்த சுடிதாரின் கொக்கிகளை அவிழ்த்து விட்டு, அதைக் கழற்றி எறிந்தாள். அடுத்து அவளது கீழாடையையும் களைந்து கொண்டு, வெறும் பேன்ட்டீஸ் பிராவுடன் கால்நீட்டி சோபாவில் படுத்துக்கொண்டாள். திலீப்பின் ஒரு கை, அவளது பேன்ட்டீஸின் மீது விழுந்து அதைத் தடவித் தடவி அதன் கீழிருந்த அவளது உப்பலான மேட்டை உசுப்பத் தொடங்கியது. "ஹும்ம்! எல்லாமே சோபாவிலே தானா?" கவிதாவின் குரலில் காமமும் ஆர்வமும் குழைந்திருந்தது. "பிராவைக் கழட்டுக்கா!" கவிதா தம்பியின் உத்தரவை நிறைவேற்றினாள். விடுபட்ட அக்காவின் அழகுமுலைகளையும், கருஞ்சிவப்பில் சின்னஞ்சிறிய அப்பங்களைப் போலத் தெரிந்த அவளது வளையங்களையும், குத்திட்டு நின்ற அவளது காம்புகளையும் கண்களால் விழுங்கினான் திலீப். அவளது இரண்டு கைகளையும் பிடித்து இழுத்து அவன் அணைத்துக்கொண்டதும், அவளது கொழுகொழுவென்ற முலைகள் அவனது மார்பின் மீது உறுத்தின. மீண்டும் அக்காவும் தம்பியும் மெய்மறந்தபடி முத்தமிடத் தொடங்கினார்கள். திலீப்பின் கைகள் கவிதாவின் குண்டிக்கோளங்களை முதலில் மெதுவாக வருடிக்கொடுத்து விட்டு, பிறகு அவற்றைப் பிடித்து அமுக்கத் தொடங்கின. கவிதாவின் உடல் அவனது உடலோடு இறுக்கமாக அழுந்திக்கொண்டது. திலீப் அவளது குண்டிக்கோளங்களுக்கு நடுவே, கீழே ஒரு விரலை அனுப்பி அவளது சின்ன்ஞ்சிறிய துளையை வருடிக்கொடுத்தான். கவிதாவின் கை திலீப் அணிந்து கொண்டிருந்த் ஜீன்ஸின் மீது விழுந்தபோது, அவளது உள்ளங்கை தம்பியின் எழுச்சியோடு உராய்ந்தது. ’அப்பாடியோ,’ என்று மனதுக்குள்ளே மலைத்தவள், அவனது ஜிப்பை இறக்கினாள். எத்தனையோ நாட்களுக்குப் பிறகு, அவளுக்குத் தம்பியின் சுண்ணியைப் பிடித்துத் தடவிப் பார்க்க வேண்டும் என்ற தணியாத தாகம் ஏற்பட்டிருந்தது. "செல்லத்தம்பி," அவள் கிசுகிசுத்தாள். "உன் கை படறபோது கிடைக்கிற சுகமே அலாதிடா!" திலீப்பின் கழுத்தில் முத்தம் கொடுத்தபடி கவிதா இறங்கத் தொடங்கினாள். அவளுக்கு உதவி செய்பவன் போல, திலீப் தான் அணிந்து கொண்டிருந்த டி-ஷர்ட்டைக் கழற்றினான். கவிதாவின் வெதவெதப்பான, ரோஜாப்பூ போன்ற இரண்டு உதடுகளும் அவனது மார்புக்காம்புகளை வருடிக் கொடுத்தன. அங்கிருந்து இன்னும் அவளது உதடுகள் கீழேயிறங்கி, அவனது தொப்புளுக்குள்ளே நாக்கின் நுனியால் துழாவியபோது, திலீப்பின் வாயிலிருந்து ஒரு சீறல் வெளிப்பட்டது. அவனது உடலின் மீது சருகியபடி இறங்கிய கவிதா, சோபாவை விட்டுக் கீழே இறங்கியபடி, மண்டியிட்டுக்கொண்டாள். தனது இரண்டு கைகளாலும் தம்பியின் ஜட்டியைப் பிடித்து இறக்கினாள். அவனது குதியங்கால்வரை அவனது ஜட்டியை சுருட்டி இறக்கியவள் நிமிர்ந்தபோது, அவள் பார்த்துப் பார்த்துப் பழக்கப்பட்டிருந்த தம்பியின் சுண்ணி வீறு கொண்டு எழுந்து நின்று கொண்டிருந்தது. அடுத்து என்ன நடக்கும் என்பதை முன்கூட்டிய அறிந்தவனைப் போல திலீப் சோபாவில் சாய்ந்து உட்கார்ந்து கொண்டு கால்களை அகலமாக விரித்துக்கொண்டான். அவன் எதிர்பார்த்ததை மெய்ப்பிப்பது போலவே, கவிதாவின் உதடுகள் அவனது சுண்ணியைக் கவ்விக்கொண்டன. கடப்பாரை போல இறுகியிருந்த அவனது சுண்ணி, அக்காவின் வாய்க்குள்ளே காணாமல் போய்க்கொண்டிருந்தது. இதமான சூடும், ஈரமும் நிரம்பியிருந்த அவளது வாய்க்குள்ளே, அவனது சுண்ணியை சுற்றி சுற்றி அவளது நாக்கு வளைய வரத் தொடங்கியிருந்தது. "கவிதாக்கா.....," திலீப் கண்களை இறுக்க மூடியபடி முணுமுணுத்தான். "என்னமாப் பண்ணறேக்கா?" திலீப்பின் கைகள் அக்காவின் தலையைப் பிடித்து இறுக்கிக்கொள்ளவும், கவிதா அவனது சுண்ணித்தண்டின் மீது மேலும் கீழும் சுறுசுறுப்பாக இயங்கத் தொடங்கியிருந்தாள். அவ்வப்போது அவனது சுண்ணியை வாயிலிருந்து விடுவித்து விட்டு, ஊதிப்பருத்துக்கொண்டிருந்த அவனது இரண்டு கொட்டைகளையும் வாயில் வைத்துக் கவ்விக்கொண்டு, நாக்கால் வருடிக்கொடுக்கவும் அவள் தவறவில்லை. "இதுக்காக என் வாய் எவ்வளவு நாள் காத்திருந்தது தெரியுமா?" கவிதா கிசுகிசுப்பாகத் தனது மனநிலையை வெளிப்படுத்தினாள். பிறகு, தன் ஆசையை வெளிப்படுத்திய மனநிறைவோடு மீண்டும் அவள் தம்பியின் சுண்ணியை சுவைக்கத் தொடங்கினாள். அவளது வாயிலிருந்து ஒரு இடைவிடாத முனகல் வெளிப்பட்டுக்கொண்டேயிருந்தது. தம்பியின் சுண்ணியை வருடக்கணக்காக வருடி வருடிப் பழக்கப்பட்டிருந்த அவளது நாக்கு, அன்று தான் முதல் முறையோ என்று அவன் கிளர்ச்சியுறுமளவுக்கு அவனுக்கு அற்புதமான சுகத்தை அளித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தது. அக்காவின் உதடுகளும்,நாக்கும் தனது சுண்ணியின் மேலும் கீழும் ஒருங்கிணைந்து பணியாற்றுகிற அழகைக் காண திலீப் ஒரு கணம் கண்களைத் திறந்து குனிந்து நோக்கினான். அவளது தலையைப் பிடித்திருந்த அவனது கைகள் இறுகிக்கொள்ள, அவன் தனது சுண்ணியை அவளது வாய்க்குள்ளே வைத்துத் தள்ளித் தள்ளி இழுத்து விடத் தொடங்கினான். அவன் குத்திய குத்தில் அவனது சுண்ணியின் நுனி அவளது தொண்டையோடு மோதியது. அவளது தலை அசைய அசைய அவளது கூந்தல் அலைபாய்வதையும், அவனது தொடைகளின் உள்பக்கங்களோடு அவளது இளமுலைகள் உரசிக்கொண்டிருப்பதையும் கண்டவனுக்கு மென்மேலும் எழுச்சி ஏற்பட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்தது. 01. First Experience This will be mild compared to most of the stories, but you need to know a couple of things in order to understand what a big deal it was for me. First, this is a true story. It happened many years ago when I was in my early twenties. The second thing you should know is that I was and still am a practicing member of my christian faith as was my girlfriend at the time, I'll call her Sam. As such, I grew up with the usual taboos that sex and nudity were sinful and modesty a virtue. Sam certainly believed this and so I was always on my best puritan behavior and to tell you the truth, I didn't mind. It was how we was raised and how we lived. It was just expected. This event took place in the autumn. We were going to visit Sam's relatives for a long weekend. They lived near an ocean resort in the northeast. I had visited them several times and always enjoyed myself. I knew the trip would take less than 2 hours with no traffic, but we were leaving in late Friday afternoon traffic. I mention this because we had to meet her relatives at a specific time and we were just about going to make it. On the drive, we talked about what we going to do. We were happy it was going to be an unusually warm weekend. She wanted to take advantage of the weather and spend some time at the beach which we both liked to do. This would be the last time we could go until spring. I agreed, but I had a problem; I did not bring a bathing suit or shorts. However, my folks had a summer place that was closed for the season, but was near where we were going. So, I suggested that we stop there first because I was sure I could find a bathing suit. As we got closer to our destination, I figured we had just enough time to pick up the bathing suit and still meet her relatives. I always carried a key to my parents place in my car. I unlocked the door, went to my room, quickly went through my draws and could not find a bathing suit or shorts. Then I remembered that my brother also had some clothes there. So I quickly looked in his draws and found an old bathing suit. I grabbed it, secured the door and off we went. My brother, who is a few older than me had my same body type, tall and lean. Since the bathing suit was older, it meant that he got it when he was a teenager and so it should certainly fit me. We made it to Sam's relatives with a couple of minutes to spare. I hate keeping people waiting. We had a nice evening. The next morning after breakfast we went into town to poke around. Then after lunch we got ready to go to the beach. I put my brother's bathing suit on. Two things were apparent. He did not have the exact same body type as I did because it was a little loose at the waist - I remember chuckling to myself that he was a little fatter then me. Then when I was going to adjust the waist, the string in the waistband was tied in such a tight knot that I couldn't loosen it. Oh well! It still fit ok; it just rested a little lower on my hips. Off to the beach we went. I expected a small crowd - people like ourselves taking advantage of the last beautiful weekend before cooler weather set in. When we arrived, the beach was deserted. We were the only ones that I could see. My immediate reaction was that everybody knew something we didn't - like perhaps the water must be very cold already. We stayed anyway. We spread our towels and layed down. The sun felt wonderful. Eventually I suggested we try the water. Sam did not want to go in because she said she wasn't feeling well. So, I suggested we go back to the house. She said she wanted to stay; the sun made her feel better. I didn't realize until years later that she was probably having her period and in those days women didn't go in the water at that time of the month. Anyway, I decided to go in alone. When I stepped into the water it was only slightly cooler than the summer, but still pleasant. I again urged Sam to come in, but she declined. I waded up to my knees and dove in. The next few seconds changed my life and I mean that literally. In those few seconds, my bathing suit had slipped to my knees and when I kicked to stabilize myself it was down to my ankles. I was horrified that I was with Sam and naked from the waist down. Yet I was surprisingly exhilirated at the feeling of water washing over my naked body. I stood up in waist-deep water and pulled the bathing up. I yelled to Sam that I thought I had a problem; she did not respond. So, I prepared to dive in again. I figured I was in deeper water now and with the suit already wet maybe it wouldn't come off this time. As I dove in, I could feel the same thing happening, but this time I was prepared and did not resist. I just contiued to swim underwater and let the suit come off my legs. When I stood I was in chest-deep water, completely naked and feeling more alive than I could ever remember. My suit was floating a few feet from me, but slowly drifting away in the current. I grabbed it and tried holding it while I swam, but it was too awkward. So I waded into shallower water, I yelled to Sam again that I had a problem; this time she looked my way. I held the bathing suit up and said that it wouldn't stay on. She just layed back down. Was she uninterested in my plight or was she afraid if she looked she would be doing something sinful? I wanted to keep swimming. I was shocked at how great this all felt and shocked that I wasn't embarassed. So, I threw the bathing suit toward shore, hoping that it would land on the sand so that I didn't have to carry it. As I threw it, I realized I was going to need it to get out of the water. Luckily it landed right at the waters edge and began moving in and out with the gentle waves, but staying more or less in one place and not drifting away. I returned to swimming and diving and enjoying my new freedom. When I dove, I know my butt must have been coming out of the water momentarily before disappearing beneath the surface. I also remember floating on my back so that momentary glimpses of my dick would be showing. If Sam was looking, I wondered what she was thinking and what she would say when I came out. After 5 or 10 minutes, it was time to come out and face the music. I wondered how I would retrieve my suit. I waded in as far as I dared and could not reach it. I sat on the sandy bottom with the water barely covering my dick and wondered what to do next. I called to Sam to see if she would throw the bathing suit to me, but there was no response. So, I layed in the water with my butt above the the surface, lunged foward, grabbed the suit and pushed back into deeper water. I don't know if Sam saw any of this. I put the bathing suit on, walked out of the water and back to the towel. Sam didn't say anything to me. I explained what had happened except for the part of how wonderful it felt. I explained how the suit was bigger than I thought and that I couldn't adjust it. Again, there was no response. As I dried off, the sun continued to feel wonderful on my body. It was time to go back into the water - that's the way I am at the beach - lay down for a short while, go back in the water for a short time and lay back down again - that's my pattern. I was feeling a bit daring; so I again asked Sam to swim and again she refused, but this time very firmly. I knew enough not to ask again. So in I went. I dove in, the bathing suit came off and without hesitation I just threw it toward the shore, hoping it would make it onto the sand this time. This would have forced her to throw it to me or I would have had to come out of the water to get it. Unfortunately it didn't reach the sand; it again made it only to the waters edge moving in and out with the waves. As I swam around naked, I was surprised how unashamed I felt and how natural it felt. I had never skinnydipped before in my life - this was all new to me. I didn't care about how deep or shallow I was or whether the ebb and flow of the waves were exposing me or not. I remember one time looking back toward shore and seeing Sam up on her elbows looking out toward me. Actually, I don't know if she was looking at me or out into the distance - I didn't know if she was being curious or just scanning the horizon. I got out of the water the same way as before, dried off for a while and then we left. We went to church late that afternoon and I didn't feel the least bit guilty about the day - perhaps because it was all unplanned or perhaps because it felt so natural - not sexual. At supper that night, her uncle announced that there had been a report of somebody swimming nude at the beach. I didn't say a word and remained, I believe, expressionless. I don't know if he had truly heard it from somebody which means that a person would have seen me or if Sam had said something about it to her aunt and her aunt told the uncle. My only regret of that day was that I didn't throw my bathing suit far enough to make it onto the sand. I wanted Sam to see me naked. This was my first time being naked outside - the first of many. It was completely unplanned and may have something to do with why it took more than a year before something like this would happen to me again. 01 - Sex Train To Seattle **The first in what will hopefully be a long and sexually depraved yet tastefully slutty series. Let me know what you think.** Early morning on the commuter train to Seattle. Three passengers sit in a nearly empty car. One speaks. "My name is Simon and I have to admit, I do love my job. But then, who wouldn't love making good money turning people into sex-crazed sluts. Take my recent case, Roger & Cindy. A married couple. Two weeks ago, they had sex for the first time in about three months. Now, they can't stop fucking. In fact, I bet Roger is jacking off in his office at work watching his wife on a web cam. Good stuff." "Maybe I should back up and explain. I'm a sexual engineer. You've heard of mechanical engineering, right? Social engineering, maybe? Well, I'm just like that but with sex. I work for a secret group that has been around for centuries. If you believe the employee handbook, we've been around since the little grey men landed on our rock and started their long-forgotten science project somewhere around 6,ooo years ago." "See, the world was a tough place then. Most people died before they were 20. The O'gam wanted to make sure there were plenty of babies to keep things cooking along so they brought us in to make sure there was plenty of fucking. Or so the story goes anyway. I don't really know about all that, I just know that there's quite a few of us out there getting everyone all hot and bothered. Of course, we don't do it for population reasons anymore. Oh sure, there are a few out there in thick with shadowy groups in the government, trying to breed out undesirables, but I think most of us are just in it for the kink. I mean, as I was saying, I love my job. I get to meet lots of fun people. But you know, they're more fun after I get done with them. A lot more." "We have all kinds of different ways we go about our work. Some use drugs. Aphrodisiacs. Pheromones, that kind of thing. Most use Enhancers & Controllers. E&Cs we call 'em. They're kind of like the ultimate sex toys, you know? If you wake up one morning and your cock is two three inches longer and twice as big around, we did a drive-by enhancing in your neighborhood during the night. Or, if you and your girlfriend are shopping one day and she drags you into the dressing room, fucks you silly and then sucks your cock clean, one of us was there with a controller. Kind of like this one right here." "Looks just like a cell phone, right? This blue-toothy looking thing in my ear? That connects the controller to my brain. Once I lock onto someone, I can use the controller to make just about anyone think anything I want them to. And in my line of work, thought always leads to action. Pretty cool, huh?" Two pairs of eyes stare out of nearly silent faces at me as I talk. Chuckling, Simon continued, "Ahhh, that's right. You can't talk yet, can you? But you can hear me. And, from the looks of things, I know you can definitely think me." Simon looked over his current project with a grin. The woman was the definition of a MILF. Late 30s, maybe early 40s. The kind of curves only a woman in her sexual prime can have, obviously held in check with exercise and good diet. Long, thick, curly, jet black hair framed a face with striking high cheekbones, full red lips and green eyes before cascading down over a green silk blouse that did little to hide a set of enormous nipples, engorged and pointing out from a pair of medium to good sized breasts. Her lips were slightly parted and Simon could hear the faintest tell-tale sound of lust keening out in time to her panting chest. "Ahhhh. It looks like the controller is doing a wonderful job on her, don't you think? I'm sure her body has been flooded with all sorts of hormones by now. Just look at those nipples," Simon directed his question to the male half of the couple. From the looks of it, he was a college student or just out. Blonde and blue eyed with tan skin, he had a muscular yet lean, young body. He was wearing a blue polo shirt and tan cargo shorts that failed to hide his obvious arousal. A low groan somehow found a way out of his throat as his eyes flickered between Simon's face and her unbelievable body. "Hmmm, well, from the looks of your shorts, you should probably adjust that cock so it's not all bound up. Why don't you take care of that," he finished as he mentally closed the link on the body lock. The young man blinked rapidly a few times in amazement as his motor controls were regained, hesitated for half a second and then slowly slid his hand down to his crotch where he pulled the waistband of his shorts out and allowed his swollen cock to snap up into place along his stomach. The woman's eyes widened as she caught a quick view of his thick, swollen head popping up above the waistband before the young man pulled his shirt back down, covering it. Simon registered the instant surge in her arousal through his link. It was time. "As I was saying, those nipples are really something, aren't they. They look so hard, I bet they almost hurt. Maybe she would like it if you gave them a quick caress?" Simon's words, directed at the young man with one last gentle nudge on the mental link was all it took. He raised one hand and slowly brought it up to her chest, thumb and forefinger extending out. As his hand came up, her eyes widened and she inhaled deeply, pushing her chest out with the slightest whisper of a whimper slipping from her lips. As his fingers made contact and rolled the engorged nipple between them, the impact on her body was instantaneous and visceral. Her shoulders hunched over and drove her left nipple and breast into his hand, increasing the pleasurable assault on her body, as muscles in her core contracted involuntarily. Her mouth opened and a long, low, ragged "yesssssssss" slipped out and swirled around the scene. Her thighs clenched together and started quivering as her heels came up. Her mind was oblivious by now as her lust washed over her, the rest of her body contorting around and drawing in towards her now violently trembling pussy. Simon sat back with a grin and watched as wave after wave of her intense orgasm washed over her. That was the thing about the controller. Once the connection was made, it flipped a switch in the brain flooding the body with an unbelievably high concentration of chemicals: dopamine, norepinephrine, oxytocin, you name it. And, they would just keep building as long as the engineer wanted to keep them on edge. Once the dam finally burst, those chemicals come flooding out in waves of pleasure so intense it was indescribable to someone who had never experienced it. As her intense pleasure began to slowly subside, the woman sat back up again with a mixture of shock and unbridled lust written over her features. "Feel OK?" Simon asked with a grin. "Oh my fucking god," she moaned in response. "What the fuck was that?" "I have no idea. One minute you were just sitting there, this nice young man trying to help you, and the next you damn near had a seizure." At the mention of the young man, her eyes jerked to her left, his presence somewhat forgotten in the heat of her moment. "I think he could use some help too, to be honest with you," Simon added. As if reading his mind, the woman reached over into the young man's lap, while staring him in the eye, slipped her finger under his shirt, and slowly rubbed her thumb across the top of his head, sliding it through a great deal of pre-cum already leaking out. Her thumb was instantly coated and provided exquisite lubrication as she found the ultra-sensitive ridge of his swollen cock head. Before she could completely circle the head, the young man erupted in an instant replay of her pleasure. As his balls tightened and lifted, his cock swelled to impossible hardness while the first heavy spurt of cum tore out of him and onto his stomach and her fingers. Now his body hunched over as each convulsion pushed another hot jet of cum out, covering his stomach, the underside of his shirt and her now stroking hand. As he finally emptied himself out with a gasping shudder, the woman pulled her hand out and, never breaking eye contact, sucked her fingers clean. Then, as he groaned and sank back against the seat, she leaned over, lifted his shirt, and licked his stomach clean, just as the train was pulling into King Street Station. Simon grinned and sat back as his handiwork played out, his presence virtually forgotten as the echoes of their pleasure cascaded through their bodies, starting a whole new buildup of lust. The couple stood up as the doors opened and walked out of the train. As they wandered off on shaky legs, Simon could hear hasty plans being made for how they could catch the very next Southbound train. "Yes. I do love my job," Simon thought as he stood and adjusted his own swollen cock. But this was only a shadow of his best work. E&Cs were great for a quick, heated diversion but Simon's first love, and true specialty, was creating that type of lust without any toys. See, his specialty was seduction. He was one of the elites, a true mind-fucker. He would use layer after layer of strategy to break down his subjects inhibitions naturally, until they were as taut as the tightest rope. Human tripwires ready to burst out in sexual abandon. Like Roger and Cindy. With a whistle on his lips and a spring in his step, Simon stepped off the train thinking about how he found them in the first place. How he came across Roger, the sex-starved husband, frustrated and looking for release in a chat room. That's where his last real job began. **Feedback is greatly appreciated. I may not work for the O'gam, but I love making people as horny as Simon does.** 01: Sheryl and the Tack Hammer This and future follow-up stories are based on fact. As an aging male of tall and solid build, I had started to give up on the possibility of further sexual encounters, but sometimes miracles happen. This is just such a story. Well here I was at another damned exhibition. My lady partner of many years had got us involved in promoting a health product that earned us good commission and we were the top sales agents for the company for nearly 9 years. So here I was in a small northern suburb of the capital city Wellington, setting up my display late in the evening. It had been a 5 hour drive from home and I was tired. Having just about completed my 'build-up' I figured it would be a good idea to look around the other display stands and say hello to people I knew who also travelled to Shows around the country. I was on my own this time as my partner was in another part of the country at a different Show. While wandering along the displays I came across one that I had never seen before and a petite elderly lady was having trouble putting up her signs on the backing panels. These were hard wood with a scrim covering that didn't take Velcro, so push pins were generally used. Being elderly and slight she wasn't having much luck trying to push the pins into the hard wood. Taking pity on her dilemma I introduced myself as a fellow exhibitor and offered to help. When she turned around she was very attractive but of indeterminable age (somewhere between 60 and 70 years old I guessed). She was dressed in a suit type ensemble of deep red colour. The skirt came below the knees but the jacket was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a pale blouse also slightly unbuttoned. Her most prominent feature were her breasts that were small but quite prominent, like a young girl's, with quite a cleavage for such a small woman. Not wanting to hang around while she completed her set up I told her I had a tack hammer that was suitable for the job and she was welcome to borrow it. She agreed it would help so I went and got it for her and she promised to return it the next day before the Show opened to the public. I took my leave and drove back to the Backpackers lodge nearby. For some strange reason she stayed on my mind for many hours. Maybe it was the pertness of those small breasts that got me. Was I imagining things or was there really a speculative look in her eye when she looked at me. Being over 6 feet tall and weighing close to 200 lbs without any fat I do take up a bit of space. But then again I don't look anywhere my true age (69 at the time) because of the health product we promote. It is a multi colour laser from Switzerland called a Bioptron and I had used it in 2000 to take all the wrinkles out of my face. During the first Show day it was so busy that I forgot about the little hammer. However during the day in a quiet lull the lady from the stand came over to find out about the laser. It is excellent for relieving the pain of arthritic knees, stiff necks and a host of other problems. It also has colour lenses that impart various energies to the body and has even been used on an elephant at a local zoo. She had a sore knee that I treated and when she pulled up the skirt for me to treat her knee I discovered she also had a wonderful set of legs. Her skin was very smooth and my mind was asking 'How old is she?' Her skin wasn't wrinkled although her elfin face had a few lines. I guessed she was in her mid 60's or maybe even older. During the treatment she was very chatty and I discovered her name was Sheryl and quite a bit of her background. We were so engrossed in our conversation that I forgot to ask her about the hammer. On the Sunday she came for another treatment and said she wanted to know more about buying one so I offered to call at her home that night on my way home and explain how it worked. I also remembered to ask about the hammer and she apologised that she had taken it home for safe keeping but it was still at home. Then she said with a cheeky grin "You will definitely have to call in to pick it up now – won't you?" She lived some 25 miles up the main road on the way north and in the same direction that I was due to travel home. She lived near a beach but was going to sell the house and move in with her son and family. We finally arrived in our separate cars and whilst I unpacked my display and info material she suggested that first we go into the nearby town for a quick meal. We headed off in my Station Wagon and found a nice little Chinese place. This was obviously her favourite place because the staff welcomed her and found a quiet table near the back of the restaurant. Over a bottle of wine and nice food we chatted along nicely – no awkward pauses wondering what to say next. Maybe because we had both travelled extensively around the world and had a fund of stories to tell. She also told me she had owned a shop locally, selling crystals and semi precious rocks but had sold it and she was at the Show to try and sell off old stock. She was also a contracted nurse aide looking after one of our most prominent businessmen; a Sir who had been knighted by the Queen herself whilst in London and was now at home at 83 yrs fighting a losing battle against cancer. Sheryl spent 3 days a week at his house, sometimes more depending on the availability of other helpers. And so we returned to her home and over a few more glasses of wine I told her about the uses of Bioptron. I realized it was getting late and it started to rain heavily as well as getting very cold. This worried me a bit because part of my trip home is a stretch of 40 miles over the volcanic plateau known as the Desert Road. It was very prone to snow falls at this time of year and was so winding up and down sharp bends that it was often closed from both ends. And at the best of times it would be at least a 5 hour drive. Because Sheryl said she had decided to wait until the house was sold before buying a light I asked if we could watch the late news to check on road conditions. As I guessed, it had been snowing down to 800 metres and the road was closed. I asked Sheryl if there were any cheap accommodations in the vicinity but she said "I have a spare bedroom here that you are welcome to use – besides it is far too cold to go out at this time of night. However I don't usually sleep with anyone on a first date". Well that got my attention because our conversation had skirted close to the subject of sex on a number of occasions with a lot of innuendos, but we behaved very civilized and I got into the spare bed. Her comment, her friendliness and her appealing face and body had my imagination running riot and my male wand started to get quite hard. After a few minutes of this I decided to have a pee – that always reduces the swelling, so I hopped out of bed and padded quietly to the toilet. This was just past her bedroom where a small night light was on and I could see Sheryl lying on the far side of a double bed. After relieving myself I went to her door and said "Sheryl, if you are still awake I could do with a cuddle". Her left arm threw back the blankets on the spare side and she said "That would be very nice, I need one myself and wondered if you were brave enough to take a chance" I got into her bed in just my underpants with a still full erection and rolled over to put my arms around her. Her arms went around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. It was soft, warm and inviting, not just a chaste kiss but one of anticipation and want. I brought one hand up and placed it on her right breast. It was the size of my hand and rock hard with a taut nipple. She sensed my surprise and said "I had implants quite some years ago because even when breast feeding my kids they were only the size of a fried egg" I gently lowered my head to her breasts which were covered by a bra of very sheer material you could see through. She brought up a hand and unclipped it in the front centre leaving her small firm breasts uncovered. Then she said "Brian, make love to me please, it has been such a long time". I didn't tell her it had been a very long time for me too – I was too excited being allowed free rein with a female body again – so excited I came in my underpants. Oh shit!! She sensed what had happened and put her hand down the front of my pants and slid her fingers along my shaft. It was wet and sticky from the come but she didn't mind. "Can you stay hard for a while? I so desperately want to feel a cock inside me again". The way she was playing with it there was no chance it would go soft but she quickly took off her panties and rolled over me. Sitting up on her knees she took my cock into her mouth and tongued it under the helmet like a professional. Then she moved up and squatted over me and slowly lowered her pussy lips to the head. She was already very wet and had no trouble sliding me right up deep inside. Then she started to thrust up and down while I had one hand on her nipple and the other on her clit. Tired as I was from the full day and night it was wonderful being ridden. She was perfectly encompassing my thick 6 inches which I am sure grew an inch while she fucked me. It wasn't very long before she started to make noises, gasping for breath as her climax approached. I started to thrust up as she came down and could feel my full length hitting the fleshy but unyielding barrier of her cervix. Finally she began to quiver inside and all around my cock I could feel her flesh squeezing then releasing. She was vibrating inside and began to spasm as she reached her peak and caused me to spurt into her as I came as well. We both let out a howl of delight and release and she collapsed onto my chest. We lay there like that for quite some time until my manhood slowly became flaccid and eventually slipped out of her pussy. I could hardly believe I had been able to come twice in less than an hour. We kissed and cuddled and fell asleep. For my part it was a blissful release and I even slept through her snores. I woke up some hours later and went back to my assigned bed so that Sheryl could sleep as she usually does. After a coffee and toast and a check on the weather/road conditions I made my farewells but Sheryl said "Wait a minute, I have something for you" She went to another room and returned with my little hammer. "I wish I could keep this" she said. "When you first loaned it to me I brought it home and used the handle as a dildo because I couldn't stop thinking about you as a sexual partner. My instincts were right about you, you are a good lover and when you come back in a couple of months to sell me the light, we will make love again and you can let me use your REAL hammer for as long as you can stay with me" 01 The Welcome Home Today I hate Monday's. I have had a hard day at work. Nothing went as planned, deals fell through. Everyone blaming each other. I think back on the problems of the day as I drive home, wondering how the boss is going to get everyone on the same page moving forward. I'm glad I do not have his job. To top it off, traffic sucks. Finally, I near my home, and things begin to change in my mind. I start to relax and think on what is waiting for me at home. I wonder how I will be surprised today. I gave you the task of surprising me with a different way to welcome me home for the next week. Today will be the first surprise. I smile as I see our house, it took a lot of scrimping to save up the down payment. Wanting to have the "classic" family lifestyle of the woman at home, is difficult in today's world. Hard work to climb the ladder and be able to afford this gives me pride in achieving it. I pull into the driveway and ease to a stop. Taking a deep breath to release the day's stress, I open the car door, and step out to walk to the front door. I pause giving you time to be ready. I texted that I was on my way. Not letting you have the time to prepare would be unkind. I open the door and walk in to find a note telling me you are in the den, and asking me to remove my clothes and sit in my favorite chair. I begin removing my tie and leave a little trail of clothing as I move to see what you have waiting for me. As I come to the door to the den, I see you. You are naked and kneeling in front of my chair, eyes lowered properly. I take a moment to look at you. I take in the perfection that is you. A cute firm bottom that is perfect for grabbing and massaging. Not too large, not too small, just perfect. A trim waist, easing inward, and then moving up an athletic back. I am pleased with your work to maintain a healthy body. The angle from the door, only allows me to see a hint of your firm breast peaking past your arm. I move into the room and slide past you to sit in my chair. Now I look at the other side of you. Your posture and position is correct. Kneeling, sitting on your heels, knees parted the correct distance. I drink in your beauty. The strong firm thighs, the view of your waxed pussy, up to your flat belly, your proud firm C cup breasts sitting high on your chest. Ahh... Your beautiful face. There are no words to describe your beauty. You wait patiently for my signal. I nod, and you begin bathing my balls with your tongue. You start to caress my cock with your hands, but I tell you not to use them. Only your mouth. You gently suck on my balls, swirling your tongue around them. You look up at me and I nod, telling you to continue on to my cock. You lick up the shaft, and all around it. Then you ease your lips over the head and attempt to slide your tongue between the foreskin and the head. It doesn't work without hands, but now it is pulled back, and you suckle on the head for a minute. I moan softly. Then you start taking more and more of the shaft into your mouth. Soon I am bumping the back of your throat. Now for the challenging part. You want to swallow the whole thing. You slowly begin pushing and get more and more down your throat. You breathe quickly through your nose, and then force yourself to take the rest. As your nose hits my pubic bone, you look up at me triumphantly. I smile and tell you to continue. Now, with my cock buried in your throat, your tongue lathes my balls. Then you suck hard and bob on my cock forcing it down your throat. I can't take the throating and sucking for long. As I get close to cumming, I touch your shoulder as a warning and you just suck harder. As my cock swells, you swallow me, and I shoot straight down your throat as you swallow quickly. You don't want to lose a drop. You do well, and then I begin to reward you.... 011 - Dissidia Final Fantasy Floating in an ocean of azure blue and ivory white clouds, a single castle main castle levitates in the epicenter of the area in front of the three travelers, while a smaller castle hovered adjacent to it. Traveling on a beam of concentrated magic that connected their previous world with this one, the three walked on, desensitized to travel by such strange and ethereal means. Exhaustion and hunger showed on the three warriors bodies; they were in need of some desperate rest. Prishe, a tawny, violet-haired Elvaan, walked at the forefront of the group. She removed what little was left of her previous costume, the damaged clothing a testament of her recent fight with the Chaos Warrior Garland. Of course, the damage she'd done to him had been far worse. Her stomach groaned suddenly, begging for something to eat. "Yeah, yeah, I know," she mumbled, rubbing her angry tummy. Turning out the many pockets of what remained of the short skirt, Prishe finally found what she was looking for. Discarding the shredded garment over the edge into the emptiness of the void underneath her feet, she examined the piece of fruit thoroughly. Mildly squashed, but it still looked fine enough. Without further thought, she opened her mouth and took a big bite of it. She turned around and held her hand out-stretched. Mumbling through a mouthful, Prishe offered the rest to her two comrades: Terra and Zidane. Upon seeing that they were "occupied" with other things, though, she rolled her eyes and devoured the rest herself. After finishing the fruit, she rushed ahead then to the grassy part of the landing that the castle was nestled on, relieved to have her feet on the soft grass. She smoothed her black thigh-length leggings down, adjusted her top, and then made to remove her boots to feel the grass with her bare feet. "Heyyyy Zidaaaaaaaaane......." Prishe sang, her melodic voice sailing through the air. She bent low to unclasp the boots, letting a hint of her cleavage peek out. Her jealousy was getting the better of her judgment; she didn't quite care for all the attention the blonde boy was giving the other girl. When sexiness didn't work, she hoped playful charm might break the spell those two were apparently under. "Hey, hurry up, you slowpokes!" Prishe called, waving her arms emphatically. "At the rate you're going, we won't get our crystals until next Watersday!" Her elfin ears flicked in annoyance, brushing against her long, shoulder-length lavender hair. The two didn't seem to hear her, Zidane's hand over the other blonde's shoulder and his tail twirling softly back and forth, occasionally brushing against her butt. Prishe snorted at the sight, watching as the appendage in question wrapped around the shy girl's thigh next. It wasn't that surprising, really. With Terra being lovesick and Zidane being a huge flirt, it was amazing they hadn't screwed each other's brains out yet. The two were so enamored with each other's presence that they nearly walked straight into Prishe as she stood at the entrance of the castle. "Honestly," she sighed. "Can't you two stop playing around for five minutes? We're here now and I'm not sure if we'll be welcomed inside or not. Our crystals may have told all three of us to go here, but they never said what for or if there'd be danger. Don't you two think that's a little strange, all three of us being directed here at the same time?" Her warrior's instinct took over for a second and she hoped that her companions would follow suit. Terra, being the voice of reason, found herself agreeing with Prishe. She hesitantly released herself from Zidane's grasp, a little embarrassed that she hadn't thought of that before. "It is a little strange," she murmured. "Cosmos did say that our crystals led to our own individual destinies, and yet here we all are..." Her eyes flit around for a bit, looking for any sign of danger. "I think we should be on our guard from this point on. We don't know where the enemy could attack from next." Zidane just smiled and waved off their worries nonchalantly. Prishe huffed a little at his laid back attitude, though the boy tended to be more attuned to his surroundings than he would let on. His azure blue pants and vest might make one think that he was a simple-minded bumpkin, but one look into his eyes revealed the depths of his wit and intelligence. Those warm, blue eyes, complimented by the sky around them, settled on the Elvaan, making her twitch a little with desire. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Prishe," Zidane teased, dodging a feeble punch from the girl. "Besides, you look like you're dolled up for some fun yourself." "I can't help it that that armored asshole cut up my only other pair of clothes," she groused, folding her arms over her chest. A red mask of embarrassment filled Terra's face, her imagination going wild with thoughts of what could have happened if they hadn't gotten to her when they did. "He might've been trying to sneak a peek," Zidane laughed. "That pervy old bastard..." Prishe swore, clenching her fist. Even with all of those armored layers, it wasn't hard to notice how excited Garland had seemed at the sight of her bare ski. She vowed that before this war was over she was going to strip him bare and give him a swift kick in the sack. Terra calmly inched away from the electricity emanating from the other girl, Zidane taking it upon himself to play peacemaker. "Hey, calm down." His tail pat Prishe's waist, giving her back a small rub. "It won't do any good marring that pretty face with anger lines, right?" Prishe sighed and let her fury dissipate. He was right; there was no point getting mad about it now. She'd deal with Garland when the time came; she was far too tired to carry out more than idle threats at the moment anyway. Her shoulders slumped from the released tension as she let Zidane's tail continue its ministrations. Zidane smirked a little, squeezing her rear playfully. Prishe gasped and swat the appendage away, giving him a saucy grin in return. Her previous worries seemed to have completely vanished. Terra, for her part, didn't seem the least bit threatened by the interaction. She merely waited patiently for the two to finish before speaking up. "Well then...shall we go inside?" The purplette nodded, turning towards the entrance of the castle. "No way of finding out if this is a trap unless we go forward right?" Pushing against the heavy doors until they creaked open, Prishe barged inside of the fortress, heading on ahead to look for trouble. Zidane shrugged at Terra and the two followed afterwards, the Esper-girl floating while the genome ran. She kept a decent pace so that he could keep up, figuring that it wouldn't do any good for them all to get split up. Up ahead, they noticed Prishe, stock still as if frozen in place. "Prishe?" Terra called, landing next to her, "Are you al...right?" The three warriors stared in blank surprise, not expecting what was in front of them. Before them was a large ballroom, a glimmering chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The floor shone radiantly, as if polished and cleaned daily. Several suits of armor lined the walls, each looking to be from different time periods. And in front of them was a large, marble staircase, a pair of moogles wearing servant uniforms perched on them as if awaiting their arrival. "Greetings, kupo! We of the Moogle Community are here to serve the Warriors of Cosmos for as long as you need, kupo!" "M-moogles..." Terra cooed, an adoring look spreading over her features. "And they're wearing little clothes too. 3" "Down girl," Prishe teased, knowing full well how Terra got around moogles. Zidane ambled forwards, kneeling in front of the little creatures; he had quite a bit of experience dealing with moogles. "So, you guys were sent by Cosmos, huh? I didn't think she'd be the type to throw a banquet for her warriors." "Cosmos is a very kind Goddess, kupo," the left moogle responded, its pompom shaking as it talked. "She wanted to make sure her warriors were well prepared for battle, kupo." "That's great," Prishe said with a grin, she and Terra walking over. "For a second, I thought we weren't going to find anything else to eat here. But, uh...where are the other warriors?" The right moogle hopped at that, a nervous bead of sweat trickling down the backs of its head. "Th-they...uh...they've gone ahead and left already, k-kupo!" Zidane blinked at that, a little skeptical. "All of them?" "Well, I err...that is to say...cough cough! Kupo, my allergies!" The moogle made a show of falling over, flailing its limbs pitifully. "Oh, you poor thing!" Terra cried, picking it up and cradling it in her arms. She hugged it gently against her chest, petting its head tenderly. "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" "A-actually, I feel a lot better already...k-kupo." "Ahem," the other moogle piped up, taking over the conversation for its partner. "As he was saying, the other warriors left already, but there were only a few of them: a little kid wearing a fishbowl helmet, a girl with giant breasts, and a guy who liked talking to walls." "Hmmm, that sounds like the Onion Knight, Tifa, and Squall," Prishe murmured thoughtfully. "Yeah...but we better make sure." Zidane turned to the moogle, a look of grim seriousness on his features. "Exactly how big were her breasts?" The Elvaan girl's fist came down on the top of his head none too gently. The warriors' curiosity sated, they decided to follow the moogles to the dining room. No point letting good food go to waste Prishe had said, and the other two were inclined to agree. The two moogles led them down a side hallway in the ballroom...well, one of them did. The other was still firmly nestled against Terra's bosom, neither of them upset with the arrangement. After several moments, they came to a set of wooden doors, much smaller than the ones that led into the castle. The moogle pushed them open, the doors apparently much lighter than they appeared. The five of them stepped through the doorway, finally having reached their destination. Inside, lined up orderly into two groups of five, were ten moogles. Each was adorned in a servant outfit similar to the moogles leading them, floating in front of a grand table. "Welcome, Warriors of Cosmos! We hope you enjoy our humble feast!" they called out at once, adding a synchronized "kupo!" as an afterthought. They separated and the full table came into view, the three warriors' eyes going wide. A fantastic spread was prepared and waiting for the three when they entered the room. Fruits, meats, goblets of wine, deserts: everything they might want was provided for them. "Wow...these little guys sure can throw a party," Zidane murmured, taking in the sights appreciatively. Terra set the moogle in her arms down, smiling at the little creatures. "You did all of this for us?" she asked, growing fonder of them as the minutes went on. "That was extremely sweet of you, wasn't it Prishe? ...Prishe?" The half-Esper turned, looking to see where there comrade had run off to. Zidane tapped her shoulder and pointed with an amused grin towards the table. Prishe was already seated, biting off of a large piece of what appeared to be behemoth steak. "Seeeew gewwwwwwd," she moaned happily, swallowing before taking another huge bite. Terra giggled as Zidane rolled his eyes and walked her over to her seat. Like a gentleman, he pulled it out for her and helped her scoot forward when she was seated. Terra gave him a smile, which he returned. The Elvaan girl paused momentarily from her eating, watching the two interact with a small twinge of jealousy. 'Geez...' she thought. 'How about a look in my direction for once? What's wrong with me? It's not like I'm weird or anyth-OH MY GOD, THEY HAVE SARDINE SUSHI!' The girl resumed her eating at twice the speed; Zidane and Terra quickly grabbed their own portions of food, lest it all be lost to the ravenous girl. Time seemed to fly by as they dined, food and drink replaced just as quickly as it was consumed in an attempt to fill the visitors' bellies. Eventually, another moogle came in, three cups of amber red liquid perched atop its tray. "Wine for the tired warriors? It will help you sleep peacefully, kupo." Prishe, unsurprisingly, indulged in the drink. Zidane and Terra, on the other hand, declined. "I don't really have trouble sleeping," the thief proclaimed. "Underage," was Terra's excuse. "B-but...it's a rare port. Specially chosen by Cosmos...kupo." "Cosmos drinks?" Zidane murmured, imagining the robed Goddess and Chaos getting sloshed at a bar. "Huh...well, I guess if the gods recommend it." He accepted a cup, he and Prishe clinking glasses before drinking. Terra, however, refused again. "I'm sorry. I just don't drink." She smiled gently at the moogle's grateful for their offer. None of them noticed the panicked look that the creatures shared with each other at her refusal. "I'm full," Prishe sighed, a satisfied grin breaking out on her face. Terra giggled and Zidane gave a small smirk. At least she managed to be cute when she ate everything, unlike a certain other person he knew. He shivered, suppressing thoughts of fork wielding mages and getting up from the table with a small stretch. Even though both he and Terra had started their meals later, they had finished ahead of Prishe by half an hour. They'd decided to wait for her to finish; it was the polite thing to do after all. "You're so lithe, but you eat so much." Terra giggled, impressed with the elder girl. "Where do you put it all, Prishe?" "You'll burst out of your bra if you eat so much," Zidane teased, the blonde girl going red at the thought. "Z-zidane!" she scolded. Instead of being upset, Prishe sat up and leaned over the table, showing the slightest amount of cleavage. "Want to get a sneak peek?" she cooed, tugging on her top. "Pr-prishe!" Terra gasped. "Stop it, you two! We're in public!" Zidane leered and leaned forward, trying to get a better look. It was at that moment, the moogles returned, the two teens blushing and sitting back in their seats. "Kupo, we're going to turn in for tonight," one exclaimed. "Feel free to use the pool. Just take this hallway, here," the moogle said, pointing to a nearby hall, "and you'll end up outside. The room before has towels. Goodnight, kupoooo." And with that, the moogles took their leave. "A pool, huh?" Zidane murmured, looking Prishe over. "Sounds fun," she purred, down the same for him. They both giggled and headed down the hall, Terra following after a bit concerned. "This is why I don't drink..." By the time she'd caught up with them, Zidane and Prishe were already sitting near the pool, wading their toes in the water. They seemed to be less energetic than before, something that the blonde girl felt relieved about; at least they wouldn't end up making some drunken mistake. Hearing her approach, Zidane looked back at her, smiling warmly. "Hey, Terra, wanna join us for a swim? It'll help us relax before bed." Terra smiled and nodded, beginning to remove her clothes...before realizing they had no swim-wear. "Ummm...Zidane..." But, he was already standing up and removing his clothing, his vest falling to the ground. Despite his small build, his chest was surprisingly well toned. His skin was also a light brown tan, no doubt a result of all the treasure hunting he'd mentioned. Prishe grinned sliding out of her top. "I can beat that," she sniggered. She stuck out her bare chest proudly, wiggling her ebony, B-cup breasts in his direction. "Not bad, huh?" Zidane's tail waggled happily, the boy in question taking in an eyeful of the girl in front of him. "Not bad at all," he agreed. Prishe grinned and leaned in a little. "You can touch 'em if you want," she purred, giving him a playful wink. Terra rolled her eyes at the two and their flirting, pulling off her own shirt as well. Her own B-cup jiggled slightly, the blonde girl lying on her back in the grass. She would relax a little before getting into the pool; it'd prevent the risk of a stomach cramp and also give her two companions time to calm down. At this point, Zidane and Prishe were both down to their underwear, their eyes locked in mock competition. "Take it off." "You first." They gripped their garments, ready to reveal all to each other. But before either went through with it, they both looked over to Terra who had already stripped down and wrapped her waist in a towel. She waved playfully at the two as she dipped herself into the pool, not planning on giving up her modesty. Both flirters sighed in defeat, their game no longer fun if they didn't have a willing audience. Respecting her wishes, they both stripped out of each other's sight and wrapped their torsos with a towel. Of course, just because the flirting was gone didn't mean that they didn't have fun. Prishe declared a water war on Zidane, the two splashing at each other like children. Terra had ended up getting the wettest of all, Prishe teasing her as being a casualty of war. Of course, the tables quickly turned once Terra engaged them, waging war on both of them with her water spells. They both surrendered not too long after, declaring the Esper-girl to be the High Tide Queen. The two withdrew themselves from the pool, yawning a bit tiredly. They bid Terra a good night, the blonde girl smiling and doing the same before tilting her head back and sinking the back half of her body into the cool embrace of the lake. Slowly, she closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift away, able to meditate now that she was alone. Soon, sleep claimed her as she floated alone, memories of her world drifting through her mind. Unlike Prishe, who recalled a bit about protecting her hometown of Tavnazia from some creatures called Beastmen, or Zidane, who had some memories of some places called Burmecia and Cleyra, her own memories of her home-world weren't a few select scenes, but blurs and flashes of chaos. She recalled feelings of isolation, rays of heat tearing through flesh and bone, children crying, an old man whose very presence oozed evil, and a horrible laugh that chilled her to her soul. Terra gasped and jerked awake, looking around fearfully. When she was satisfied that she wasn't in danger, she sighed and pulled herself from the pool. She felt a little embarrassed about thinking so, but she'd probably be able to sleep better if she was next to her comrades; at least then she'd feel safe enough to let down her guard. The blonde beauty looked around, trying to find where Zidane and Prishe had run off to. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a familiar yellow appendage sticking out near a tree. "Ah, there you are," Terra smiled to herself, walking over to his location while trying to keep quiet so as not to rouse him from his sleep. As she got closer, she heard a small noise. "Zidane?" Was he still awake? She crept a bit closer, this time hearing the noise clearly. It was the sound of someone moaning. Terra decided to cautiously draw closer to the sounds, and, when she was within sight, she gasped a little at what she saw. Zidane's underwear was around his ankles, leaving his waist completely naked. But Terra, drawing her eyes upward, found that she couldn't see much of Zidane's waist, since Prishe was sprawled all over it. What she did see was Zidane's erect penis being cushioned between Prishe's breasts as she slid them up and down over his shaft. Terra was mesmerized, frozen on the spot. She wanted to look away, her voice of reason telling her that this was all just the effect of late night drinking. But something primal inside of her cried out for the same attention. She could feel herself getting excited by the scene in front of her, her breaths coming quicker. Prishe, noticing Terra due to her position, stared at the Esper-girl for a few moments. However, instead of saying anything, she continued Zidane's tit-job, her eyes still locked on the other blonde. After another minute or so, Prishe opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, lapping at the tip of Zidane's penis as it topped out over her breasts. Terra continued watching the scene in front of her, unable to do anything else. This was the first time she'd even seen anyone having sex...well, foreplay anyway; she had no idea that the act was so alluring. On instinct, her left hand slipped its way in between her legs, rubbing the outer lips of her pussy; her right lifted the towel hiding her form slightly up, giving the purple-haired girl a good look at her. The Elvaan girl gave Terra a playful wink before returning her full attention to the boy in front of her, her breasts rubbing frenziedly on Zidane's cock. His breathing became very labored, his hips thrusting up into the eager girl's cleavage. Not too long afterwards he gave one final thrust, a creamy white arc of his cum erupting from his dick and coating the front of the Elvaan's face and her upper neck. 011 - Dissidia Final Fantasy Leaning back, Zidane let out a hearty sigh and tried to catch his breath as Prishe continued milking his deflating dick. He opened his eyes a moment later, finally noticing Terra, her fingers still playing with her blossom. "Hey, beautiful," he panted, "Did you enjoy the show? If you give me a second, I can guarantee you a one-on-one experience, instead of just watching from the sidelines. Or better yet...." He looked down at Prishe, the girl lapping up the remainder of his cream from his cock. Meeting his gaze, she looked at him inquisitively, before grinning and realizing what he had in mind. They smiled to each other and then turned back to Terra with a proposition: "You don't mind a threesome, do you?" The half-Esper blushed at the thought of doing THAT with another girl...though she was somewhat curious as well. "I...I don't mind. I kind of wanted to..." she murmured, looking Prishe over contemplatively. Prishe got up from in between Zidane's legs and made her way over to the stammering, young woman. She gave a seductive smile, leaning in close to the shy girl. "Wanted to what, Terra?" Prishe slid behind Terra's still body and pressed her form against the woman's back, placing her hands on her shoulders and leaning her face next to Terra's ear. "Be with another woman?" If Terra could have turned any redder, she would've turned purple. She buried her face in her hands and shook, unable to answer the question. Gently, the Elvaan took ahold of Terra's hands and lowered them, before gripping Terra's chin, turning the girl's head to meet her own. Slowly, Prishe brought her lips to Terra's and they kissed, planting mild pecks on each other's lips. Being the bolder of the two, the older girl pressed her chest against Terra's, her tongue poking into the other girl's mouth. The Esper-girl didn't resist, pressing her own tongue forward to meet Prishe's, her hands sliding over the girl's ebony skin. Zidane, finally finding the strength back in his leg, made his way over to the two women. Entranced and moaning from the other woman's attentions, Terra failed to notice the boy's approach until he attached his lips against her unprotected neck. Shocked and surprised by the sudden intruder, Terra stumbled back a foot and tried to catch her breath. The other two giggled at her response, before advancing on her from both sides. Terra covered her chest shyly, feeling a bit self-conscious about her nude state now that she was the center of attention. "Hey, hey, stop hiding the goods," Prishe cackled, pulling the smaller girl's hands away, eliciting a squeak from Terra. "It's not like we don't see you naked every time you Trance out on us, anyway." Zidane took the opportunity to grab an edge of the towel, pulling it to the ground and leaving Terra completely naked in front of her companions. Both surveyed Terra over, paying close attention to her strong form, her small but firm and enticing breasts, and especially the small tuft of blonde hair between her legs. Zidane whistled and Prishe licked her lips at the bountiful sight before them. As if on cue, they both advanced on Terra and softly gripped a breast each, bringing their mouths forward, enveloping both nipples simultaneously in their mouths. Terra let out a heady sigh as her companions paid her nipples special attention, their hands roaming her luscious body. She placed a hand on the back of each of their heads, urging them to do more, which they were happy to oblige. Nipping and biting the flesh on and around the nipple, Zidane and Prishe continued to push Terra's threshold of pleasure upward and onward. They made eye contact with each other and nodded, an interaction Terra didn't miss. Prishe continued pleasing the nipple she had in her mouth, while Zidane moved down to between Terra's legs. Terra cooed anxiously, fully aware of what was about to happen. Zidane gripped Terra's ass and pulled her forward until her virgin sex was directly in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, directing it into Terra's pussy. The girl let out a yelp as he began to lick her innards, Prishe gripping the abandoned breast and playing with it. Terra's moans began increasing in volume and intensity, the Esper-girl throwing her head back and gripping the boy's face, pushing it as far into her groin as he could handle. Her hips began moving on their own, bucking against his tongue as she tried to intensify her pleasure. Zidane, ready to send her over the edge, slid two fingers into Terra's glistening mound, the girl crying out as her first assisted orgasm racked her body. Both Zidane and Prishe held onto Terra as she swayed, her orgasm rippling through her body. When she finally felt the last waves leave her, the blonde eased herself down onto Zidane's chest and just laid there for a moment, profusely thanking the two. After a moment Terra blinked, feeling something hard poking against one of her legs. She looked down, the boy's length fully erect again. She gave him an inquisitive look, which Zidane returned with a small smile. "It's there if you want it." Terra, deciding to be bold for once, slid her body down until her hips were almost even with Zidane's, her face alight with eagerness. Terra lifted her hips up and tried to insert Zidane's dick into her pussy, but her inexperience made her motions a bit awkward. Prishe, deciding to offer her assistance, gave Terra a gentle swat on the butt before easing her hips back. The Elvaan-girl took the cock in her hand and enveloped her mouth around it, sucking the boy off rapidly. The boy moaned as she bobbed her head on the organ, pulling away once it was glistening wet with her salivations. She then turned her attention to Terra's pussy, her tongue trailing over the girl's lips. It wasn't too long before she was gushing again, both teens more than eager to continue. With one hand gripping Zidane's length, and her other hand pushing Terra's hip, Prishe finally guided the two together, helping ease Terra down onto Zidane's shaft. "So tight and warm," Zidane grunted out, pushing his hips up to meet hers. Terra simply groaned, her body overwhelmed by this new sensation. Prishe helped the two build a slow rhythm of grinding and pushing until Terra was sliding comfortably over the genome's dick. She would rise herself up to the tip and then thrust down as far as she could. Satisfied that they'd be able to handle things from there on, Prishe knelt down in between the two, her face aligned with their genitals. "Don't mind me," she purred, her tongue sliding over the boy's balls. She wiggled her tongue, teasing the cum-storing sacs, before tracing her tongue up his shaft and plunging it into the blonde girl's dripping pussy. She continued her ministrations, teasing them both in between thrusts. Whether it was from Terra's tightness or Prishe's licks against his scrotum, or a combination of the two, whatever the case, soon after they started humping, Zidane felt himself ready to cum again. "Terra, I'm gonna...uugghh. I gotta pull out!" She gripped his face between her two hands and looked tenderly into his face, her hips pinning him to the ground as she continued thrusting. "It's okay; cum as much as you want." That was all it took for Zidane; he gripped Terra's hips, thrust harshly, and cried out as he emptied his seed into Terra's womb. The blonde girl was flushed, her mind cloudy; she probably wouldn't have let him cum inside had she been in her right mind, but the feeling of impending orgasm chased away all thoughts of such things. He continued thrusting, his hips slapping softer against her as he emptied his rejuvenated balls. With each thrust Terra felt another orgasm coming on. "More!" she cooed. "More!" Unfortunately, Zidane was softening inside her and she was still not close enough to achieve orgasm. Terra whimpered softly for the denied orgasm, grinding her hips roughly against Zidane in an attempt to stimulate him back to his full length. Zidane moaned in protest, his sensitive organ aching from her ministrations. "H-hey...gimme a second," he gasped. A pair of arm wrapped around Terra from behind, hoisting her off of Zidane and placing her on her back in the grass. Prishe smiled down at her, leaning close and whispering into her ear, "I'll help you finish." With that, she slinked down to Terra's thigh and slipped her head between Terra's legs, licking Terra, with full intent on getting her off quickly. She probed Terra's insides with her tongue thoroughly and savagely, tasting Zidane's essence and enjoying the vibrations signaling the Esper girl's on-coming orgasm. Terra rode Prishe's tongue, her eyes wide as she got closer to release. Small shivers went through her body as the Elvaan lapped at her clit, the elder girl's tongue tickling at her labia, her toes clenching from the stimulation. She arched her back and let out a cry of ecstasy, her cum and Zidane's gushing into the purple haired girl's waiting mouth. Prishe caught the flow in her mouth, the tangy mixture of her lovers' union filling it entirely. She swallowed it all, before leaning on her back, a big smile on her pretty face. "Mmmm," she purred, her chin dripping with Zidane and Terra's juices. "Better than Rolanberries." That brought a laugh from all three lovers. When the laughing subsided, Prishe helped Terra to a sitting position next to Zidane, the two cuddling next to each other in the cold air. "Sit back and watch," the ebony girl giggled. Prishe turned her back to both of her companions and started a slow gyrating dance, moving to a rhythm that only her body could hear. Her hands traced sensually over her pert breasts, sliding tantalizingly slow down her belly and in front of her shorts. She wiggled out the last stitch of clothing, her bare ass sticking out at them. She gave Zidane a playing wink, the boy's loins stirring at the realization that Prishe had gone commando. The shorts slipped around her ankles before she stepped out of them, her back still to them. As she continued to dance, the other two suddenly realized that something seemed...off about Prishe, as if something out of place. Zidane's eyes traced over the girl, wondering what it could be. His eyes trailed across her backside. The luscious curves of her rear, her sleek sexy legs, the two testes bouncing in-between her thighs, the occasional flash of her flat tummy, her...wait, her what? Prishe spun around at that moment, fully displaying herself for the two. Terra let out a small gasp, torn between surprise and fascination at the sight in front of them. Zidane was stuck on surprise. "P-Prishe...you have a...?" The Elvaan giggled, splaying her legs so that they could get a better view. Nestled in between her legs, underneath a purple tuft of hair, was a raging hard, seven inch long penis. Attached below was the pair of testicles he'd seen earlier, both drawn tightly as proof of her arousal. Her length throbbed in time with her heartbeat, her blue eyes washing over the two in front of her. She purred and began to approach the two, the sensual movement of her body a stark contrast to the b sticking out from between her legs. Her cock throbbed as she turned her gaze towards Terra. She bit her lip lustfully, imagining the 18-year-old moaning her name as she plunged in and out of her over and over. But before she got to her... Her gaze switched to the blonde, licking her lips excitedly. She'd wanted to do this for a while. "My turn!" Shifting quickly into a crouch and then springing, Prishe tackled Zidane to the ground, straddling his waist. She gave him a wicked grin, her cock bulging enticingly against his belly. "Uhhh..." he stammered, unintelligibly. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about this. Sure, Prishe was cute and all, but he'd never been with a girl so...uniquely endowed. That and her cock was almost the same size as his! A distracting set of facts to be sure. Prishe ground her hips against his, rubbing fiercely against the blonde boy's belly. Terra watched from the sidelines, curious as to how the scene would play out. The Elvaan girl leaned her face close to Zidane's, planting a wild kiss on the boy's lips. She gripped his cheeks and slid her tongue down his throat, the boy going rigid underneath her. She moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss, looking even more wound up than before. "Ready for some real fun?" she giggled, eagerness tinting her voice. She pulled back and slid her hips up to meet his face, her brown balls resting squarely on his lips. "Taste them," she urged. The blonde boy looked uncomfortable, but he obeyed, slowly sticking his tongue out and rolling it over Prishe's sack. The girl let out a gasp, her toes clenching in the grass. "Aaah...again," she cooed, grinding against his face a little. He watched her reaction, getting excited despite himself. Sure, she had this...thing in between her legs, but she was still a girl. The least he could do is give her release, right? His tongue slid over her orbs again, the ebony girl cooing again. She seemed to be really sensitive. He smiled a little and grasped her legs in his hands, shaking off the rest of his inhibitions. The treasure hunter opened his mouth, sliding the elf girl's cock past his lips with a small mumble. Prishe arched her back and moaned as her dick was teased by Zidane's explorative tongue. She looked over to Terra, beckoning the girl over with a finger. Terra obeyed, heading over to the other woman as if she were controlling her with invisible strings. When she was in front of Prishe, the Elvaan rested a hand on Terra's shoulder and lowered her down to a kneeling position. Prishe giggled and pulled her cock free of Zidane's mouth. "Sorry; ladies first," she teased, repositioning it towards Terra's lips. The blonde boy wiggled from under her, deciding to seek his pleasure elsewhere. Terra was quite the curious one indeed; her mouth and tongue explored every inch of Prishe's surprising organ. Prishe moaned at Terra's actions, incredibly turned on by her eagerness. She stroked the girl's hair, enjoying the blowjob. She was getting ready to try letting Terra deepthroat her when a strange sensation came from her ass. Something large and wet was poking at the entrance to her anal cavity, the girl letting out a confused gasp. Apparently, she'd never been touched back there before. "Cat got your tongue, Prishe?" Zidane laughed in between licks, the Elvaan letting out a squeal as both of them quickened their efforts. She moaned, bucking onto Zidane's tongue and into Terra's mouth with each thrust. Her head was swirling with pleasure, unable to properly react. Suddenly, the tongue at her rear ceased, the girl letting out an impatient grunt. She was so close, dammit! Her irritation made way for pleasant surprise as she felt the head of Zidane's cock pressing against her puckered hole. "Oh hell yeah..." The boy pressed his length against Prishe's hole, shoving a little in order to penetrate the girl's sensitive cavity. Terra slowed her ministrations to match the new pace the two were setting, bobbing slowly on Prishe's cock; she didn't want to get her off before Zidane could have his fun. Prishe grunted, wiggling excitedly between the two. Her eyes were wild, her nostrils flared, and she wanted to cum badly. "Shit, Zidane!" she swore, "Don't be so damn gentle! Stuff my ass with that genome sausage!" The boy blinked in surprise before complying, driving his length into her all the way to the hilt. The Elvaan shrieked in bliss, pounding her hips back to meet his fierce thrusts. Terra resumed her sucking, Zidane's thrusts pushing Prishe's cock even deeper into her throat. She moaned around the thick length, adding onto the purple-haired girl's pleasure. The blonde boy grunted as he fucked Prishe, his hands gripping her breasts roughly. The Elvaan was spurred on by the kinky advance, turning her head to lock lips with her lover. The two kissed passionately, her squeezing his cock with her ass muscles, coaxing him to fuck her harder. Their balls slapped together wetly, heightening their pleasure further. Her cock twitched wildly in Terra's mouth, the Esper-girl's eyes going wide as she felt the signs of Prishe's orgasm. "Z-zidane!" Prishe pushed Terra away gently and pulled off of the boy shoving him onto his back. She pounced on him, forcing her cock past his lips, white hot arcs of cum erupting across his tongue. Torrent upon torrent of her white creamy load flooded Zidane's mouth, the moaning girl holding him steady against her waist. Not expecting such a copious amount, Zidane nearly choked on her balljuice. Fortunately, he caught himself before he gagged, managing to relax his throat, swallow, and breathe through his nose. Prishe continued moaning as splotch after splotch of her essence flowed into Zidane's maw, running a gentle hand through his blonde hair. When she was empty, Prishe released Zidane from her death grip and slumped down in front of him exhausted, though her cock stayed rock-hard; apparently, she was multi-orgasmic. "Was it good?" Zidane teased, stifling the urge to burp. Prishe grinned at him, placing a big kiss on his cheek. "You naughty monkey," she laughed. She reached down to finish him off as well, but got an even better idea. "Hey, Terra? Wanna try some anal?" At the mention of her name, Terra shook herself out of her reverie. She took a second to comprehend what she heard and then nodded her head. Slowly, she crawled over to the other two, Prishe pulling her into a quick kiss, her fingers rubbing at the blonde girl's mound. "You'll love it; I promise." Terra nodded, grinding gently against Prishe's fingers and letting out a small moan. "Wh-what do I do?" "Lay face down on the grass, lift your hips up, and spread your legs as far as you can. We'll take care of the rest." Terra obliged the two, lying face down and spreading her legs just as instructed. Both Prishe and Zidane took a second to enjoy the view together. "Lemme loosen you up first," Prishe said, scooting closer to her. "We don't want this to hurt, after all." She leaned over Terra's ass and gripped her flesh, spreading her cheeks as far as she could. With that done, Prishe brought her mouth to the Esper-girl's virgin ring and began licking. Terra shook with surprise and shock, but quickly calmed down and sighed with pleasure at the new sensation. Watching the Elvaan rim the other girl got Zidane raring to go, his cock twitching in anticipation. After a couple of moments, Prishe turned to him and beckoned him over with a finger. He brought his rigid member over to Prishe, the girl gripping the raging member and taking it into her mouth, loving the taste of his cock in her mouth. She blew him for several moments, soaking his cock with her saliva until it was drenched. She pulled him from her mouth and lead his dick over to Terra's awaiting asshole, easing him in gently. "Oohhh!" Terra gasped, her insides feeling incredibly full. "By the moons....," he gasped, "...you're so tight." Her butt felt warm and wonderful, the boy's tail twitching spastically behind him; not even Prishe had felt this good! With the initial pain over with, Terra eased up on her clenching a little, allowing Zidane a little more comfort. Finally, she relaxed enough that Zidane was able to push as far in as he could. He let her get used to the feeling and then he pulled out, only his tip still inside of her. He pushed back in, quicker this time, and Terra sighed, this time from pleasure. Prishe stood behind Zidane, rubbing his chest and egging him on with dirty talk. When she felt he was comfortably in control, she got directly behind him and started kneading his ass, rubbing the flesh softly. Zidane didn't think anything of this; he was just enjoying the feel of being inside Terra's tightness. The Elvaan smiled wickedly, quickly taking advantage of Zidane's lowered defenses and struck. Her cock shoved its way deep into HIS anus, the boy letting out a cry of surprise. 011 - Dissidia Final Fantasy "I thought you were fucking Terra's front," he moaned, the girl slipping deeper into him. "Well, I was going to," Prishe giggled, shoving inch after inch into him, "but you know what they say: Be careful of whose ass you fuck on the way up, cuz you might have to ride that person's cock on the way back down." And with that, she shoved the rest of her meat into him, fucking him full force. She moaned throatily into his ear as she pounded him, her arms encircling his chest. "Mmmm! Fuck, you're tight!" His tail went rigid as he was mercilessly penetrated, his eyes wide in shock...and pleasure. In front of him, Terra moaned in sudden bliss at the feeling of his cock swelling excitedly within her. "Ohhhhh, Zidane..." she cooed, pressing herself closer against him. She leaned back and kissed his cheek gently, before moving her head lower and suckling at the boy's neck, driving her hips back against him. Zidane was frozen with shock for a minute or so, Prishe filling his ass with her dick and Terra teasing him with her ministrations. "Fuuuck," he gasped in pleasure, thrusting weakly as the two had their way with him. Push and pull, push and pull; that was the rhythm the three had developed with their love making. Prishe pushed forward into Zidane, which pushed in further into Terra, who barely was able to keep her position as the combined weight of her two companions continued to slam against her. All three were moaning and sweating from their actions, all three aching for release. Prishe slapped Zidane's ass, panting lewd words and sweet nothings into his ear. Terra arced back against the boy, milking his throbbing cock with her ass muscles rubbing her back gently against his chest as she suckled at his jawline. Their moans increased, a tremor running through them; they were about to cum! "Awww, hell!" Prishe was the first to go this time, bucking and firing her hot seed into Zidane's tight quarters. The Elvaan's jizz seeped out of him, the girl still thoroughly fucking his tight hole as she got off. As she continued to buck inside of him, he orgasmed as well, his own load blasting into Terra's warm and worn hole. Terra cried out and pressed back against Zidane, her own spray of fluids erupting from in between her legs. Her body twitched pleasurably as she shivered against the boy, mewling softly. With their shared orgasms subsiding, the three fell to the ground together, a sex-weariness taking over all three of them. Zidane laid in the grass, leaning on his side so as not to smother his tail, the appendage wriggling gently behind him. Terra cuddled up to his front, her lips meeting his in a gentle, loving kiss. Prishe took the back, pressing her oozing length playfully against him and nipping one of his earlobes. He sighed contentedly and surrendered to them both, resting his head in between the older girl's bosoms and curling his tail around Terra. It was things like this that made this war worth fighting. Meanwhile, far above them and out of sight, a lone figure peered down at them angrily. His clothes suggested he was a jester of some sort, but the grim truth was far from that. A half-empty bottle of liquid dangled in one of his pale hands, the contents the same color as the wine the moogles had served earlier. "Those sons of submariners!" he cursed, stamping his foot with a scowl. "I practically hand them those three on a plate, give them some brain-washing elixir, and they STILL manage to mess things up!?" His demeanor shifted, his rage giving way to a sudden impassiveness. "Eh, no matter. There are still more warriors to catch. They'll get it right next time, or else they'll get a SMACK....on the pompom!" He cackled wickedly, throwing back his head and letting out a cruel laugh. Next time those Warriors of Cosmos would be his loyal slaves...but for now, he'd settle for posting risqué stories about them on fanfiction websites. And, with a wave of his hands, the man vanished into the night to do just that.