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Panther

By: barbarian queen 2



Her car had broken down at the worst possible time. After dark in a bad neighborhood. She started looking for a pay phone. Her cell phone was out of range. She mostly ignored the rude comments and invitations. She finally found an open bar with a working pay phone to call for a tow. And a cab. 

When she turned back from the phone, they were all around her. Mostly drunk and all mean. She kept her back to the wall.

"We ain't had a piece of white ass since that do-good social worker came around," said one, looking her up and down. "Whatcha think boys? Think this one'll last longer?" Whistles and crude comments from the others. 

She was more angry than afraid and it showed. She gestured to a dimly seen figure at the other end of the bar. "I'd rather go with him than let you lot near me," she said coldly. 

"Hey Panther!" called one derisively, "she wants you!"

The man called Panther stood up. Easily seven feet tall and well muscled. He moved through the crowd of drunks, softly, with silent, deadly grace. She found herself looking up into cold black eyes. His skin was truly black and he was very handsome. She did not flinch when he caressed her cheek, watching the contrast of his black fingers against her white skin.

"I will call you Snow," he said softly. His voice was deep, softly growling. Then he smiled at her and she was lost. She dimly heard the others complaining as he put his arm around her shoulders and led her to a table in the corner. A large brandy was automatically set before him. He looked at her, a question.

She shook her head. "Coffee or tea," she said quietly. He gestured and she was given coffee. She stayed beside him, remaining silent when the cabbie she had called came looking for his fare. Panther's black eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

Closing time. Soon they were the only ones left. He drew her to her feet. His black eyes held hers. "Leave your clothes here, Snow," he said, "you will not need them."

She found her self slowly removing her clothes, folding and laying them on the table, placing her shoes and purse beside them. A sudden stab of doubt went through her. Why was she giving him such total control? She trembled suddenly, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She felt her nipples harden as she gave herself into his hands. Dimly, she wondered at herself. She was naked, walking calmly with him to his car, passing the last of the bar's patrons. And not caring. He put her into the back seat and got in with her. Panther's driver immediately drove off.

Panther pulled her into his lap and began caressing her body. She lay against him, quivering as his large hands cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them. He put his head to her breasts and began sucking on her nipples, pulling them through his teeth. She arched to his lips, moaning softly, her hands caressing his head. He spent the entire trip teasing and stimulating her breasts. When the car stopped, he carried her into his house. He had a special room for her. Large. Comfortable. And soundproofed. 

He laid her on the huge bed. She watched him strip. A low moan as she finally saw him naked. He had the sleek body of his namesake and a long, thick penis cushioned on large, firm testicles. She hesitantly touched his penis. Hot and smooth. Then she kissed the very tip, her tongue teasing. He began to swell in her hands. She licked and kissed his growing length, occasionally sucking on the large testicles.

He eased her away from him, pleased at her soft sound of protest. Then he tied her to the bed. Black eyes gleaming, he moved over her. He began pushing into her with slow persistence. Her moans changed to whimpers of pain as the pain of his slow penetration began. The huge glans was as big as a clenched fist and it was stretching her impossibly wide. She was writhing, shuddering in pain.

"Nnnnooo, please, Panther," she groaned, "I…can't…please…you're too big!" She jerked and gasped as the hard, burning knob of flesh entered her. She looked up into eyes that held only lust.

"Scream for me, Snow," he growled. Then he plunged deep into her. She thrashed and screamed as he thrust again and again until he was completely in her. Her sobbing, pain-filled pleas only fueled his lust. Her screams kept him plunging hard and deep into her. And they both knew she was completely his when her orgasm burst and she caressed his huge, hard shaft with intense spasms that went on and on. He kept moving in her convulsing body, pulsing his fiery ejaculate deep into her until her screams were hoarse and her orgasm constant. Her focus narrowed to the sweet pain of his monstrous penis tearing deep into her over and over. He sated himself in her for hours until she could only convulse in orgasm. When he finally eased from her throbbing body, she could only whimper and twitch.

He lounged beside her, caressing her trembling body, as he waited for her reason to return. "Am I too big for you, Snow?" he growled softly.

She shuddered. "Yes, Panther," she moaned, "you are."

"Shall I take you back to the bar and give you to the others? They are smaller."

"Nnnnooo, please, Panther! I…want only you…I want you to…make me accept all of you…please!"

"Again, Snow? Now?"

She shuddered again and could only nod. With a low growl, he mounted her and plunged completely into her, forcing her to accept his entire, monstrous penis in a single, savage thrust. Her wailing shriek of pain and pleasure echoed in the room. He took her hard and long as she writhed and screamed and convulsed in constant orgasm until was completely sated and she was nearly unconscious from the constant orgasm. She was asleep as he slowly withdrew from her.

She awoke alone, her body aching and sore from his massive penis. When she came out of the shower, he was waiting for her. Her breath caught. He was elegant in an expensive black tuxedo.

"Close your eyes, Snow," he said softly. She did, and felt him touching her softly, dressing her. "Now, you may look."

The woman in the mirror was a stranger. The dress was soft and flowing, glittering like new fallen snow. It plunged to her navel in front and to her tailbone in back. The sides were slit almost to the hip. And it was almost sheer. She wore no underwear and her nipples were very visible. Then he put the diamonds on her.

"Panther," she whispered, eyes wide.

His smile was predatory. "We are going out tonight," he said. He tossed a white fur stole over her shoulders. He took her to dinner at an exclusive restaurant, and then out to the clubs. She knew they were creating quite a stir, and she found herself enjoying it. She was Snow. Cold to everyone except him. The huge predator, Panther. He was very pleased.

They ended up at the bar where he found her. This time there were no whispers or crude remarks. She was now Panther's woman and off limits. They sat at the table in the back. Her old clothes were still on the table. 

"Snow," he said softly, "I will give you a choice." He touched the folded clothes. "Do you want these clothes again?" She looked up into his burning black eyes. She could leave him if she wished. He was offering her a chance to go back to her old life. 

She touched the folded bundle, looking down at the clothes, then up into his eyes. She smiled up at him. "I chose, Panther," she whispered. "I have no need for these things anymore."

"I will not offer again," he warned, a hint of a growl in his voice.

"I know," she replied, softly, "let's go home."

He took her back to her room and slowly removed the dress and the jewels. His clothing followed and they were both soon naked. He was already aroused, his penis huge and hard. She trembled slightly. He was going to hurt and she wanted him. 

She caressed the hot monstrous erection. "You are too big for me, Panther," she whispered, a small smile on her lips. Then she looked up into his burning black eyes. "Make me scream? Please?"

Growling softly, he pushed her to her hands and knees. Then he mounted her, thrusting hard and deep from behind. She arched back, shrieking in pain, as he forced the entire massive length of his penis completely into her. He reached around and gripped her breasts, her nipples between his fingers as he squeezed and pulled at them while he thrust hard and deep into her. She writhed, screaming as he rode her hard, taking her to constant, intense orgasm, pulsing his fiery ejaculate deep into her again and again.

He stood up, holding her tight against his chest, still hard and deep in her. She was quivering, his hard body against her back, his hands tight on her breasts and his huge penis impaling her.

She caressed his hands, rewarded by his squeezing her breasts tighter as she moaned in pleasure. Then she reached between her legs to caress his large, firm testicles. She could feel the hard root of his penis where he impaled her growing hotter and thicker. She moaned softly again. "Mmmmmmmm, Panther!"

His reply was to bend her over the bed and begin thrusting into her again until her screams were hoarse and her orgasm constant. Through the rest of the night and until late in the morning, until she was limp, quivering, her body throbbing in constant orgasm. He slowly withdrew from her as she sighed into sleep.

When she awoke, she was tied to the bed. Panther was kneeling between her legs, hugely erect. He held a small vial of liquid in his hand.

"If you survive this, Snow," he growled, "you will be mine forever." Then he swallowed the liquid. His back arched and his penis surged to an impossible size. When he looked at her again, his black eyes held burning ruby highlights.

She trembled in anticipation of the intense pain to come. He was not slow or gentle. He plunged into her, tearing, excruciating, completely. She went rigid as the pain ripped through her. Her shriek of agony tore at her throat. And he kept thrusting hard and fast, forcing the entire, impossible length completely into her with each savage stroke. Her screams became hoarse and finally deteriorated to whimpers as she thrashed and convulsed in constant exquisite orgasm. Whatever he had taken had increased his stamina as well as his size. He thrust into her hour after hour until she could only convulse in constant orgasm around his tireless penis.

She never knew how long he used her. When he finally finished, she could only sigh and sleep. And when she finally woke up, his huge, hard penis would be waiting to plunge into her again and again…forever.

Panther



We wrote this together over the space of a few weeks; you can only imagine the intensity of the expectation as we each waited for our lover to e-mail her next contribution. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed sharing ourselves. Julia (a.k.a. julie_julia on Lit.)

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Katt wrote: ... kisses you softly...deeply and lingeringly, feathering my lips over yours...I move my mouth next to your ear and with a breathy whisper I say "sleep well my sweet" then suck on your earlobe and give it a quick flick of my tongue as I pull back and disappear in to the darkness...

Julia wrote: ... I wake in the night and reach out for you, rolling across the bed, feeling the warmth of the sheets where you've been lying until very recently. But you are not there. Confused and still half asleep I get up and wander down the hallway looking for you. I think I hear a faint sound downstairs; I tiptoe into the large sumptuous living room and can just make out a woman's shape in the half-light, standing on the far side, against the wall. She seems to be holding something.

Katt wrote: ... In the darkness I can just make out the details of the picture in my hand. Not sure what woke me I wandered to the living room and got a brandy. I saw the picture and picked it up. I do not know how long I have been gazing at your beauty in the picture but the light of the moon coming through the window has shifted. I take a swallow of the dark liquid and can feel the burn as it goes down. Something draws my attention to the doorway. I am not sure if it was a sound or perhaps movement but I see you striding toward me like a panther. The moonlight picks up the curves of your body and I feel heat rise in me. I love that you came looking for me with nothing on. I remain leaning against the wall letting you come to me. Every step you take feels slow and I take another fiery sip as I watch you. 

Julia wrote: ... I see your eyes dart up and down my body. The sexual tension in the air is electric as I pace towards you slowly, deliberately, sensually. I reach out and take the picture from your shaking hand and hear the rhythm of your breathing waver; the only sound to be heard in the silence of my large, modern, architect-designed house in the hills.

The photograph is one of the best you ever took of me. Clad from head to toe in supple, tight-fitting cream leather with only my head and hands visible, its also one of the last you took before we had that mother of all arguments and you walked out on me nearly 4 years previously. But now you are back and that in itself could be construed as either a sign of weakness or of strength. After only 3 days you are already sleeping in my bed and the power struggle has begun. Will you bow to my superiority this time around and accede to my wishes to dominate you in my tender, compassionate yet assertive style? Or will you try to stand your ground like the stubborn bitch that you are?

I put the photo-frame down on the marble-topped table and we make eye contact. Your delectable green eyes burn into me in the dim light, your narrow, perfect narrow eyebrows slightly raised as you plan the next move. Lifting the glass to my lips, you tip it towards me, inviting me to sip the heady liquid. But your hands are unsteady and some brandy spills down my chin as I drink - it trickles down onto my perfect rounded breasts and tracks down my slender, sinewy torso. I shudder as the alcohol evaporates and rapidly cools my skin. I know you did that deliberately; it had the desired effect though, making me shudder slightly and perceptibly in the darkness. I was unable to suppress the barely-audible sigh emanating from deep within me. You smiled.

"Fuck you!" I whispered. 

Katt wrote: ... It has been a long time since I have seen that look in your eyes. One I used to see all the time, a look of burning desire, and I know what you want. Even as I know what you want I am unsure what I want. I, of course, know the power struggle that will ensue if I stand up to you. While it heats things up between us it was always one of our problems. As much as you want to dominate me I love standing up to you. I smile at you again and see the intense look in your eyes sharpen.

Still unsure of the path I will take I look to the trail of brandy visible on your lovely skin. It is dry but has that sticky look on your flesh. With my eyes I travel its meandering course down your body. I see that it ended just as it began to slide between your breasts.

I look in to your eyes once more. Even in the darkness of the room I see the anger burning in your blue eyes. I know you know why I spilled the brandy on you. I also know that even through the anger you are waiting for me. You know you will feel my tongue retracing the brandy's path on your skin. Instead I make you wait.

I dip my fingers in to the brandy snifter. I feel the cool liquid on my fingers. I bring them up and smear them over your nipple. I know by your reaction it was not expected. I then let the excess drip off my fingers and on to your breast. I watch as the drop slides to the end of your nipple. It hangs there for what seems like an eternity. Just before it falls I move to catch it on my tongue. Without touching you I do. It is the sweetest drop of brandy I have ever tasted. With just the essence of you in it. I notice that you are holding your breath and I look up your torso. As our eyes meet I see the anger has faded. I know it can flare again at any moment but for now it has been replaced by a look of lust that is enough to make me tremble. 

Julia wrote: ... Trying to keep my cool I casually look you up and down, squinting to make out more detail in the poor light. I can tell that you are not naked but cannot discern exactly what you are wearing. You had not been away from my still-warm bed for long so would not have had time to dress fully. My best assessment is that you have raided my dressing room and seem to be wearing one of my silk camisoles, probably dark navy blue or black, and a pair of small panties, probably mine again. Theiving bitch.

I dip the index finger of my right hand into the brandy glass; it glistens in the pale moonlight as I raise it level with your eyes for you to see. Moving towards you, I place my fingertip on your forehead causing you to flinch and your gorgeous green eyes to widen. I trace a vertical line down from your hairline to the bridge of your nose, leaving a wet trail of alcohol between your stunning, expressive eyebrows. I make my mark, like a sign of ownership, as though symbolising some unspoken rite of passage which like any other needs to be accepted as well as given for it to have any significance.

I then move my finger down to your mouth, running its tip along your parted lips before slipping it sensually between them for you to lap, lick and suck the remaining aromatic liquid from my proffered quasi-phallus. My pussy twitches and I feel my nipples harden as you savour the last of the brandy. Closing my eyes, I put my hands under my other breast, cupping it and offering it to you in tense anticipation. 

Katt wrote: ... I look at your offering and tilt my head slightly. Your nipple is so hard and looks very inviting. I can already imagine it in my mouth and I love how you are standing there holding it for me.

On impulse I move forward but instead of your nipple I go for the dried brandy on your skin. Just between your breasts near the top is the end of the trail. As soon as I press my tongue to your skin I feel you gasp and hold your breath. Slowly I drag my tongue up in the reverse pattern the brandy made. The taste mixed with you is even better than the drop off of your nipple. Once at your mouth I know you are expecting me to kiss you but instead I bite your lip and suck the rest of the brandy from around your mouth.

I pull back and see the glazed look in your eyes. You are breathing through your mouth and I can just barely see the red mark left from my teeth. You look even more like a panther now with desire and anger fighting for control in your eyes.

I can feel the brandy on my forehead. It is almost dry and I know the significance of it. I wonder if you would ever be truly satisfied with someone you cannot control completely?

I look down and see you still holding your breast for me. I love that you are. Your nipple is so hard I move my tongue over the entire surface. Tasting you and brandy. With your nipple as hard as it is I know I will have to give it some attention to get all of the dried drink from your flesh. Working your nipple with my tongue I cannot help but suck on it. I know you love that. I nip and pull on it and then very slowly I let it pop from my mouth. I see you shudder and I relish the sound it made and your reaction. I stand and look in to your eyes once more. With an eyebrow raised I wonder what you will try next and smile at you. 

Julia wrote: ... No-one has ever sucked my nipples as wonderfully and erotically as Kattrina does. Her technique, practiced over the years we were together, always drove me wild and it was one of the things I missed most during the years we were apart. Now she's back I want her to lick, suck, nibble, lap, pull, tease and play with them as only she can. I want it now, I want it badly and I want it long and hard (like my teats are now). But I cannot let her know, for fear that she will construe my desire as a sign of weakness. I try to stay calm, nonchalant, forcing her to work hard to please me as I know she will. That is for certain; Kattrina always pleases me when we fuck.

I reach out a hand and run my fingers slowly down her cheek, caressing her soft smooth flesh from the hairline at her temple down the side of her face, catching my fingertips tenderly on her ear. Then onwards down the side of her neck, stopping only when I get to the narrow silk shoulder strap that supports the sensual flimsy garment concealing her body. Teasingly I slip the slender strand of material off her shoulder and she flinches, barely perceptibly, and I take away my hand. She holds still for a moment, waiting to feel my touch on her skin again and wondering where that might me.

She lets out a short 'ah!' as I place my fingertip on her bottom lip, dragging it down to indicate that I want her to open her mouth. She obliges unquestioningly and cheekily darts out her tongue to make contact again with my finger. I laugh and pull away. Moving my hand around to the back of her head, I delight in the soft silken feel of her hair between my searching fingertips. Cupping my as-yet untouched other breast with my free hand, lifting it to a more accessible height, I draw Kattrina's face close to it. Pausing, I hold her where she cannot quite reach my erect, probing nipple with her outstretched tongue.

Although the windows are wide open on this hot summer's night and the room is filled with the sweet smell of a countless pine-needles in the surrounding forest, not a sound can be heard outside. The night is clear, the air is still and the silence is electrifying. My ears strain to hear any noise at all. Only the soft sound of two female bodies breathing in unison to a slightly wavering rhythm, the tense expectation betrayed by the occasional sigh. And the delectable sound of an open, eager mouth, moistened by copious streams of warm, sticky, sweet-tasting saliva excreted instinctively in readiness for its unspoken purpose.

Implying granting of permission, I pull Kattrina's head closer to my firm, swollen breast and anticipate the moment when her parted lips will make contact with my throbbing, aching nipple.

Katt wrote: ... I feel you tighten your grip on my hair as my lips get closer to your nipple. I open my mouth and allow it to form a seal around your nipple, but touch nothing. After a moment of this you arch your back against me and I hear what I can only describe as a growl come from you. The seal around your nipple is broken slightly as I smile.

I feel you tighten your grip on my hair even more. I know you are losing patience with me. I also know that you love the struggle you have with me. On some level anyway.

I blow out keeping my mouth tight against you. Still not touching anything important. I know you can feel it in your nipple even without my touching you. Then I suck. Still not touching you I hear a slight moan. I can feel your frustration at my denial of what you want. Of course by denying you, I am also denying me too because I have always loved your nipples.

Suddenly, without warning, I bite you. I sense as much as hear the sharp in take of breath from you. I am sure I can feel your nipple throbbing in my mouth. You firmly give my hair a yank but we both know that move turned the balance of power back in my favor. I cannot help but laugh and smile against you.

I hear you say through clenched teeth. "Bitch."

Still smiling I slowly rub my tongue over your tortured flesh. I suck it gently and feel you relax the grip on my hair even as you pull me tighter against you. I know you live for this. Even after four years that has not changed. I loose myself in playing with your nipple.

Finally I pull it from my mouth and stand up. Once more I look in your eyes. Your hand is still in my hair but relaxed. You appear to be in your own world for a moment. When your eyes focus on me I smile at you.

Your eyes seem a darker shade of blue even in the darkness of the room. I know that shade and I have always loved it. It has always meant one thing, that you want me.

Slowly I move forward and notice that you are not stopping me. I smile at you again and raise my eyebrow.

My lips are dying for yours. I could not stop the kiss even if I wanted to. Only you could stop it and thankfully you do not. Our lips meet and part at the same time. To me it feels as if you need this as much as I do. We melt together fitting like we always have. Kissing you it is as if the last four years apart never happened. I feel your tongue on mine and it sends shivers racing down my spine and all of them seem to gather in the pit of my stomach. Your tongue feels like velvet on mine. So hot and soft yet demanding. Oh god I have missed you.

Julia wrote: ... Slowly, sensually our mouths combine and our tongues probe inside, around and over each other's lips. Gently, wetly we explore territory that was once so familiar but which now we discover anew like teenagers on a first date. I slide my mouth away from yours, then covering your cheeks, you nose, your eyes, your ears, your whole face with wet expressive open-mouth kisses. I feel you sinking as the strength ebbs away from your legs, weakening under the onslaught of my affection.

Still the only points of contact between our selves are our mouths and my one reassuring, steadying hand behind your head. Now I hold your head between two hands, gripping it more firmly behind your ears, running my thumbs over your temples, gradually massaging away tension, fear, hate, longing, resentment, bitterness, yearning and the myriad other emotions that have built up whilst we have been apart but which begin to fade now we are together.

Only when I am certain I have moistened you entire face with my saliva and at the same time consumed the residue of brandy on your lips (but not your forehead), I pull away and look at you again. Your eyes tell their own story. As the very first light of dawn begins to filter into the room at the start of a long mid-summer day, I can see you a little more clearly. I am intoxicated by what I see and am filled with a powerful desire to take you and have you.

Without warning I wrap my arms around you and I'm overcome with lust and passion. I pull you towards me, almost crushing my breasts against yours. I hold you tight, squeezing, pressing myself against your silk-clad body. You know how much I adore the feel of silk against my naked skin, no doubt that is why you chose that camisole from my extensive collection. Our legs interlock and we grind our pubic mounds together. Our searching mouths take on a new, almost frightening urgency. We writhe against each other and I delight in your response as you reciprocate.

Katt wrote: ... I cannot believe how much I have missed this and you. Even the last few days have not been like this. This is how we used to be together.

I love the feel of your hard nipples against my own. With only the thin silk material separating us. The heat coming from your body is driving me insane with desire.

When you were kissing my face I felt such devotion coming from you. I have not experienced that for so long. That is one thing I have only ever gotten from you. I know you left the brandy on my forehead right now I accept that but surely you know control is a two way street with me.

The early light is bathing everything in the room a soft blue. It almost looks smoky and that fits the mood between us.

As you bring your mouth back to mine the heated kiss picks up as if never stopped. I feel my knees hit the floor gently. I was so lost in the kiss I did not realize you were lowering us. The carpet feels even softer on my knees than it did to my feet. Of course I knew it was for we have been here before.

Gracefully you move to a sitting position without breaking the kiss. You draw me to you and I move to wrap my legs around your waist. I know you can feel my wetness on your lower belly. I move against you to assure you do.

I pull back to look in your eyes. So much is said without a word spoken. I feather my fingertips over your face. You close your eyes and allow me to touch you. Caressing your face it strikes me that you have lost some weight while we were apart. Your skin is still flawless and supple. I see your blue eyes open as I run my thumb over your lower lip. The tip of your tongue barely grazes my thumb it is like electricity touching me. My breath catches as I look in your eyes.

Julia wrote: ... Because we are similar in height but you are sitting on my thighs, I have to tilt my head back and look up to you to return your gaze. This is unfamiliar to me and I feel uneasy being looked down upon. I try in my mind to balance my naturally powerful, sometimes overpowering, self-confidence with my need to rebuild a trusting relationship with you. I allow you to attend to me in your tender way and delight in the sensual communication that is the interplay between our mouths, fingers and tongues.

Your body has always attracted me. I hold an image of you in my mind and clearly remember the well-defined, almost perfectly sculptured shape of your slim torso and your taut smooth tummy honed by years of swimming and diving. Your tight yet rather disappointingly flat bum more than compensated for by your delicious 34B boobs. Symmetrical and sitting perfectly, invitingly on your chest, their immaculate nipples, small yet perfectly defined, point ever-so-slightly upwards when erect, just right for sucking on. And sucking is what I want to do now more than almost anything else. That and simply seeing your enticing, gorgeous body naked again, a body made for one thing and one thing only

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I hook my fingers under the hem of your/my/our black silk camisole and edge it upwards over your torso. When it reaches your breasts I deliberately drag it over their curving form, snagging the edge on your nipples so they momentarily rise then drop with a gentle bounce. You protest in vain in that familiar tone that says 'no' when it really means 'yes'. Then they are naked in front of me. Inviting, exposed, desirable and now within my reach.

I pull the camisole over your head with a flourish as you obligingly raise your arms and throw it off, shaking your head to rearrange your dark hair back into some semblance of dishevelled order. As you drop you arms and place your strong hands on my shoulders, I tear my gaze away from your captivating eyes and look straight ahead.




Panther



'Oh my,' I sigh. 'Oh shit, ohhhhh ...' my voice trails off as I feast on the beauty of your body, seemingly unchanged after four years apart, maybe even more desirable than I remember it.

I want to hold you, caress you, feel you, lick you, suck on you and enjoy you. I look up again, realising that you might construe this as tantamount to asking permission. I never needed to ask permission before, just having you whenever I wanted you, knowing that nothing gave you more pleasure. But our relationship has changed now, although we have yet to find out quite what it has become. Lovers for years, friends for even longer, and yet we don't really know each other today. The destination is unknown but the journey is full of promise.

You smile knowingly and I begin.

Katt wrote: ... I slowly pull you to me. I knew what you wanted even before you pulled the camisole off. Even before your mouth reaches its destination I am arching in to you. I want your mouth on me as much as you do.

Your tongue is like heaven, and when I feel your warm hands on my back I cannot stop a moan. I love the way your hands caress my back and hold me lovingly. They are hands that can be firm but oh so tender and gentle.

I look down at you. Gently I move your long curly blond hair and hold it back so I can see your face. Your eyes are closed and even as I feel what you are doing to my nipple I watch your mouth move. You moan and I can feel the vibrations run through my nipple. That same vibration seems to course through my whole body.

Cradling your head to me I give you room to switch to the other breast. I feel you nip me and I push in to you harder. Your fingers are digging in to my back holding me tight as if I would want to leave.

I have to kiss you once more and I tear your mouth off of me. I hear a murmur of protest but that is silenced with a kiss. I greedily suck your tongue in to my mouth. Then releasing that I suck on your lower lip. I can taste what little lipstick remains on your lips. Even that small detail drives me crazy for you.

You pull from the kiss and sink your teeth in to my neck. Just enough to give me goosebumps. I look up just before I close my eyes as you suck on my neck. Your tongue presses the flesh you just bit and then you flick rapidly over the spot.

I move my head down and you turn your head instinctively to kiss me once more. It is long and deep a little less desperate than the ones before, but no less passionate. Once the need for air becomes more critical than the kiss I look at you and smile.

"God I have missed you." I whisper

Julia wrote: ... We've been kissing and nibbling for so long that it is now getting quite light, the dawn chorus is reaching its crescendo and I've lost track of how long you have been sitting on my thighs. I'm faintly aware of the pins and needles that are beginning to numb my legs but nothing can distract me from your body.

Reluctantly pulling away from your mouth and ignoring your protests I gaze in awe at the magnificence of your breasts. I've seen them and had them so many times yet still I admire their understated beauty. I trail my fingernails down the outside curve of your right breast, noticing your tiny reactions as I drag my finger over the smooth, subtly-tanned flesh. Curving underneath I gently lift my hand, taking and feeling the weight of your breast, reminding myself of its soft yet firm structure. Sliding my fingers up your breastbone and over the top of the rounded fleshy object of my desire, I repeat the cycle. I'm captivated, and move my attentions to the other side. My eyes are constantly focussed on your nipples, darting from left to right to left again. I have learned to judge your mood and your state of arousal by the almost imperceptible changes in their shape, size and colour and now I know exactly what is happening inside you. Your areole have puckered into small distinct circles and your nipples are hard, long, very tight and fiery reddish-brown. Only one word can describe them now. Erect. And I haven't even touched them. Yet.

I run the backs of my fingers over both of them at the same time and you immediately react, grinding your damp pussy into my belly and locking your legs tight around my hips. You throw back your head and moan a long deep animal growl as you thrust your breasts outwards to meet me, trying desperately to increase the contact with my hands. But I maintain only the lightest pressure. Teasing you and playing, I turn my hands around and brush my palms over the tips of your nipples and feel their hardness increase. Describing ever-increasing circles with my hands, I feel you quiver and gyrate as you attempt to accentuate the feelings.

Surely you do not expect me to relinquish control so easily!

Your moans are becoming more urgent but words are superfluous. I know what you want and you know it is coming soon. I tease the tip of first one nipple then the other, touching my fingernail on the flat, slightly-dimpled ends of your aching teats. I see them grow and I feel my own body react in harmony. I'm sure I can perceive your breasts and nipples throbbing and could probably count your accelerated pulse if my mind was not so focussed on giving you pleasure.

I gently flick your nipples downwards and upwards, teasing them again and wondering just how much longer and harder they might possibly grow. Fuck this, Kattrina, I need to have them so badly!

I wait a few moments and as I expected, you hold perfectly still. You don't need to ask. I know what you want. You trust me.

Taking each nipple between an index finger and thumb, I squeeze. Hard. Harder. Very, very hard. I dig in my nails, pull, and delight in the gratification I am so obviously giving you. You cry out and blaspheme and call me all those names you always used. Names that in any other situation would be deeply insulting but which in this context are words of affection, devotion and desire.

Katt wrote: ... Now you have me in such a state that I would allow you to do anything to me. I know that was your intent. I also know I have nothing to worry about with you. The trust between us returned immediately and without question. For me trust has always been a problem but never with you. 

The string of obscenities flying from between my lips might be embarrassing if it was to any ones but your ears. I know that flares your passion and am slightly amazed at how old habits come back so easily. 

I can feel it building inside me. The pressure increasing. Your twisting, pinching and pulling is driving me insane. I will not be able to stop the orgasm you are creating inside me. It is maddening that grinding my pussy against your stomach just does not provide the kind of contact I need. I will cum even without it. We both know that and I suspect that you love knowing the power you have over me right now. That alone might be enough to send you over the edge with me. A starburst of light explodes behind my tightly closed eyes and a cry is strangled in my throat. I am barely aware of my legs locking even tighter around your waist and my hips freezing in place for a moment that seems frozen in time. I clutch your shoulders and my fingernails dig in to your flesh. My body is tensed and begins to shudder on its own. Through it all your attention to my nipples continues. When I scratch your back I feel you tense up and your head is thrown back. A primal growl emanates from you that would be frightening in any other setting. We seem to be locked in a never-ending moment of pleasure. 

Julia wrote: ... The pain I feel from your fingernails rasping my back only intensifies my pleasure; sometimes I find it hard to differentiate between the two. You know that and take advantage. I lean against the strength of your hands and throw my head back as I cry out. I feel your pussy grinding against me but I have nothing against which to stimulate mine. My nipples too are aching but are so painfully neglected; I need some direct physical stimulation to help me to climax. Or maybe you are right; maybe I will come just from the tense and deeply erotic liaison between us, the sounds and smells, the atmosphere, the significance of the two of us back together. 

I'm so close but can't quite get there. I need to feel you against me. Once I've had my first orgasm with you I am sure that more will quickly follow. I lean back, pulling you towards me. The inevitable happens, we topple and I fall backwards. You unlock your legs from around my waist and deliciously fall with me and land on top of me. I'm prostate on the floor with you lying on top of me, full stretch, your full weight pressing down on me. Fabulous. Your face finds mine and again we kiss passionately, intensely, wetly, uncontrollably. Your breasts crush mine and the feelings are exquisite. We lock arms around each other's torsos and squeeze and more importantly, urgently, you grind your pubic mound hard into mine. 

Now I'm on a stairway to heaven. We grind and thrust and writhe like we are fused together. I love to feel you buck your pelvis; our legs entwine and we tune into a steady rising rhythm. I know you are still wearing those silk panties and you know how much the feel of silk arouses me. You know all my fetishes, all my secret most private desires, all my needs and fantasies. But the silk is so warm and so wet with our intermingled pussy juices that I cannot tell if is the silk or your pussy lips that I feel against me. I guess that is the attraction of silk, it feels just like a woman's soft flesh. Yours. 

You feel wonderful against me and my orgasm is building rapidly. Even though I know you so well, I am unsure if you have already cum or if you are holding out so we cum together. We do not need to speak, we are in tune. We press our clits together. You hold my head firmly in your hands. I love it when you do that. You know I do. I bite the tip of your tongue, and your ears, and your neck. I know you like that. 

As we reach a crescendo, you slow the pace. You know I am about to cum. You know I love to be teased, denied, held on the brink. Fuck you bitch, you know too much. You lift your head and look down on me. I stare into your green eyes. I can see right into your mind and I love what I see. Neither of us blink as we approach that perfect moment. Your eyes glaze over, my heart is racing, I feel like I'm losing consciousness, my orgasm is so close, getting closer, oh fucking shit Kattrina how can you hold me right on the edge for so long!!! I think I will never cum. How can you stop yourself when I can tell how badly you need that release? 

Then it happens. We both scream. You are like an animal and I fear you will devour me in the moment of fulfilment.

Who is in control now? Neither of us. We have both totally lost control as we peak, enjoy, savour, consume, then fall slowly from the heights of ecstasy.

I take a deep breath and try to speak but you speak first.

Katt wrote: ... Knowing that I can't say what I really need to tell you, I just say: "Mmmm, amazing." 

I look deeply in to your eyes. It is like the last four years never happened. I am already in as deeply as I was before I left. I wish you could see it but I know you won't. You do not want what I have always had for you. Knowing that I cannot stay in this frame of mind with you I say. "I really have missed you." 

No longer able to look you in the eye, I snuggle my face in against your neck. It is damp with your sweat but smells fresh. I breathe in the scent of sex that is so heavy in the air. I notice the room is getting lighter. 

I know there is more to come but it is nice to be in your arms. I move my head and can hear your heart beat. It is strong and comforting as are your arms around me. If only you knew how much I have missed you. 

Julia wrote: ... "I've missed you too, Katrina," I whisper. If only I could bring myself to admit just how true that is. I always believed that showing my softer side was a sign of weakness, but I've come to realise that it takes more inner strength to be vulnerable than it does to be outwardly strong. 

You clamber off me and stand up. You always were fit and strong, yet moving with the grace of a dancer. From where I am lying on the carpeted floor I look up at you and return your smile. I have a grandstand view of your beautiful silk-encased pussy and the underside of your lovely breasts - a woman's breasts always look bigger from below looking upwards. I want them. 

You could so easily hold me down with one foot, like a victorious warrior, a successful hunter or a winning prizefighter. But instead you reach out a hand and help me to my feet. We stand with our bodies pressed together and embrace. It feels wonderful to be held tightly, especially after an intense, satisfying orgasm. But was that orgasm really so satisfying for either of us? Was that the climax, or just the overture? 

We kiss intensely and explore each other's bodies with soft, warm, inquisitive hands. The early morning sun begins to stream though the open windows. The warm glow accentuates the sensual curves of your body and a narrow beam of sunlight catches your face. Your clear green eyes sparkle brightly and I recognise the passion they convey. 

I break away from you and walk straight to the kitchen, unashamed at being totally nude in front of you and bathed in the subtle daylight. I take a large bottle of cool fruit juice from the large well-stocked fridge and pour two tall glasses of refreshing nectar, handing one to you. I watch intently as you drink yours down in one long steady stream, the tendons and muscles of your slender neck tightening rhythmically as you drain the glass. The only sound in the house is the sound of the refreshing liquid travelling down your throat. Savouring every drop, you lick your lips slowly with your long tongue and pout at me. 

I take a sip from my glass. The moisture on my lips, the coldness of the contents, the condensation on the outside and the high sugar content all stimulate my senses. I smile at you as I lower the glass. You hold perfectly still. I lower it further. You seem to have already worked out what I'm going to do. Fuck, Kattrina, you know me too well. You part your feet a little and close your eyes then gasp, shiver, convulse slightly then sigh erratically as I touch the cold, wet glass onto the damp sheer black silk that barely covers your pubic mound. 

Katt wrote: ... The glass is cold and only makes me feel more hot. I look in your eyes as you move the glass back and forth against me. I see a sly smile on your face and wonder what you will do next. 

Your move surprises me. You take the glass away and slowly raise it. I, regretfully, tear my eyes from yours and watch the glass in your hand. It feels like you are moving in slow motion and it increases my anticipation. You stop when it is in front of my face. I move to look around it at you and raise an eyebrow. Your expression betrays nothing. I close the distance between me and the raised glass. Turning my head slightly so I can look you in the eye I smile just before I lick the side of the glass. It is cold and my eyes close as I taste a hint of you on the glass. Knowing why I taste you and how it got there makes me sigh and a slight tremor runs through me that I do not try to hide form you. I open my eyes when I hear you groan. 

Quickly you take away the glass and kiss me hard. I know you can still faintly feel the cool on my tongue from your glass. You pull back and look in my eyes. I feel like you are looking directly in to my soul. 

Then I feel a little trickle of sweat run in to my eye. It takes a small amount of brandy from my forehead with it. It immediately burns. My eye shuts tight and begins to tear. Before I can bring up my hand I feel your thumb, still wet from your glass, gently rubbing it for me. I stand there and let you take care of me. You are so gentle. As soon as my eye will open I see the small frown on your face. I also see concern I smile to let you know I am all right. You leave your hand against the side of my face. I watch as you look at my forehead your eyes travel back to mine and I smile at you again. You press your lips to mine once more and your hand moves to the back of my head. 

While we are kissing I move my hand up to find your left nipple. It responds immediately to my touch. I love that about you. I never have to coax a response out of you. I twist that nipple and pull it out some. You moan in to my mouth. When I twist harder you take a breath, because we are still kissing at the time it feels like you are taking it directly from my lungs. That thought turns me on even more. 

I pull back and look at you. The beauty is as always. Perhaps slightly thinner than before and more toned I think. My other hand finds its way to your waist. I see that you are watching what I am doing to your nipple. I release it and caress your breast. Soft and firm. I gently lift it away from your body. I love the feel of the weight of it in my hand and the warmth. 

You are still looking down at my hand. While holding your breast I smooth the pad of my thumb over the bottom half of your turgid nipple. I love the feel of you in my hand. The distended flesh is puckered and is begging for more attention. I know I am teasing you but I also know that is what you want. Slowly I push your hardened nipple in on itself. Moving my finger I watch as it lazily pops back to its full length. I swear my mouth is watering. Looking at you I wonder if you are in a trance.

I need it in my mouth and I move to take it. With greed I suck it in to my mouth. I roll it and play my tongue over your swollen nipple. Then I suck hard. I bring my right hand up and scrape my nails over your rib cage all the while sucking on your nipple. With my left hand I take hold of your other nipple. Rhythmically I gently squeeze it so that I suck one and then squeeze the other. I notice that your breathing has increased. Then I feel your hand move to hold my head in place. Your fingers twine in my hair holding tight. 

Breaking the rhythm I take your nipple between my teeth and pull it out. You pull against me increasing the pressure. Finally it pulls from my teeth. I look up at you without moving. The look on your face is pure lust and I feel the heat inside me rise.

Julia wrote: ... You have not forgotten how much I adore having my nipples teased, pinches, rubbed, squeezed and bitten. And (as if I could ever forget) I am reminded of your ability to stimulate me and elevate me to highest plains of ecstasy by you adept ministrations. My body is tense and rigid as I focus on your every tiny movement, extracting the maximum pleasure from the attention my nipples are receiving. Wave after wave of arousal ripples through my nervous system as you repeat that most delicious cycle of fingering, pressing, sucking, pulling and .... Ohhhhhh yes!!! .... Releasing. Oh shit, the feelings are incredible and bolts of electrical charge seem to rocket straight down to my clitoris, as though travelling directly along a taut golden thread. 

I never have to tell you what I want, you always know. I savour the heightened anticipation, enhanced by the certainty that my expectations will be fulfilled. I know what, but I never know when, you will make your next move. My nipple is rock hard, erect, throbbing and aching from your constant attention. My areola has all but disappeared as all the available darker, sensitive skin has puckered and been drawn into a hugely-extended teat, longer and fatter and more fiery than I could remember it ever being before, or at least during the last 4 years. 

How much longer can I stand this agonising torment? You can surely remember the countless times you have brought me to orgasm from stimulating only my nipples (as well as the numerous times you have taken me right there to the edge of a climax, only to leave me hanging, unrewarded, incomplete, begging and crying out for the release you do not give me, once leaving me in that state for three whole days before retuning to finish what you had started, and more than once holding me there on the brink for hours at a time). 




Panther



Then, as expected, you move your hand under my other breasts and place your mouth over its waiting nipple and I begin the journey towards rapture all over again. Only when you are sure I cannot stand the pleasure any longer do you pull your mouth away with a final lingering pull, then a long wet kiss. 

My pussy is throbbing and desperate for attention. Perspiration runs down my forehead, from my temples and down my neck and torso. The morning sun is warming the room but the heat of our building passion is far more intense than the rays. I'm still holding the glass of fruit-juice in one hand but I use the other hand to try to pull your head towards me. You tense up and resist, opposing my intentions by leaning back. I slide my hand down to your waist to try to pull you nearer but you are stronger than me from all your swimming and sports diving. You arch your spine and throw back your head, your long dark, damp hair trailing down. Your firm, toned breasts rise temptingly from your ribcage and your nipples, smallish but very erect and inviting, point upwards. 

I cannot resist the lure of pink, erect, expectant flesh and I raise the glass. Your eyes are closed but you sense I am going to make a move. You hold your breath and your muscles tighten. Slowly I tip the glass and trickle still-cold juice onto your left nipple. You buck and cry out, thrusting your breasts higher and your pelvis forward. A steady stream of juice tracks down your breast, over your chest and down the side of your arched body towards your hip causing your muscles to spasm visibly as the liquid takes its course. Your nipple grows obviously harder and more erect from the cold liquid, and no doubt from the highly sexual act we are engaged in. I move the glass and tip again. More juice drains from its rim, onto your right nipple this time then down between your breasts, over your firm flat abdomen and finally soaking into the black silk triangle between your protruding pelvic bones. 

You shudder and moan. I smile at the inevitability and predictability of your reactions.

The tension between us ratchets up another notch.

Putting the glass down on the table I move my free hand to join my other one behind your waist, locking my fingers together in the small of your back. Reassured by the greater support I can now give you, you lean back further and press your pubic mound against me. Ohhhhh shit that feels so good. The cold juice soon warms against my bare flesh and a wonderful accumulation of differing sensations engulfs my smooth naked pussy. Cold, hot, wet, slippery, soft, sticky, firm; I savour them all. 

Shifting one foot aside, I part my legs and I feel you move a little too. Now we each have one thigh between each other's legs and we move to increase pressure on each other's pussies. Resisting the temptation to lick the sweet liquid from your body, I too lean back and feel you instinctively mimicking my position by encircling your own hands behind my waist. Locked together and looking upwards, eyes closed, breathing erratically and with our limbs entwined, we begin to move in unison. 

Katt wrote: ... I relish the feel of you leaning back in my hands. Completely trusting me to hold you. Knowing you will not fall. I know the same thing as well. It heightens the sensations for me. 

I take a moment to put my mind on the sensations I am feeling apart from the pleasure you are giving me. Your pussy sliding on my leg. The wetness spreading on my skin from you. The softness of you against my thigh. The muscles in your lower back contracting in my hands. The perspiration on your skin. I watch as you buck against me. Your head is thrown back and your mouth is open. The sounds you are making are enough to drive me mad with desire for you. You are the embodiment of an alluring woman in the heat of passion. 

Your movements increase and mine follow suit. We are so in tune with each other it is instinctual. I find that I am torn between wanting to watch you climax and needing that release as well. I know my body will take over and I will miss watching you. 

Our rhythm is becoming erratic. The pressure is building and I am gasping for breath. I do not want to lose control and drop you. I feel as if my whole body is trembling and the ability of thought is quickly fleeing. 

Julia wrote: ... We grind frantically, writhing and pressing and gyrating as we tune perfectly into our combined states of arousal. With cries of release mixed with more obscene expletives than you ever thought you'd hear from two intelligent, educated, professional women, we reach our second pleasure-peak together. 

Weakened by the intensity of our simultaneous climaxes, we collapse to our knees on the floor, still facing each other and with our arms firmly clasped behind each other's backs. You kiss me with a power and a passion that I remembered from the very best days of our relationship. I've lost tack of time totally, but looking outside it is obvious that the day had only just begun. If it were to continue as it had started, today would be a very tiring but extremely fulfilling and rewarding day. 

You release your grip on my waist and instinctively I help you to you feet. Standing, you hold out a hand to me but I surprise you by refusing it. Instead I reach out in front of me and grasp the top of your silk panties. They are wet with your juices, creased, crumpled and stained. Finally sealing the fate of a once-beautiful and luxuriously sophisticated item of clothing, I wrench my hand outwards and downwards. The delicate, debauched fabric tears with a delicious sound matched only by your squeal of protest as the seams give way and I unceremoniously rip the panties from your smooth and aromatic pussy mound. I toss the remnants on the table as you betray the enjoyment that gives you. 

"Ah, yes! Fuck you, bitch, mmmmm".

I remember how you used to enjoy having your clothes ripped off you. In particular I recall one of my legendary lingerie parties where I stripped you naked in front of my friends. 

You grab my head and pull me towards you and I instinctively bury my face in your groin, licking and lapping at your bare cunt for the first time in 4 years, yet probably not the last time today. You protest again as I pull away and stand up, but do not complain when I kiss you full on the lips again as you can now taste your own lubricant on my mouth, my tongue and my face. 

Katt wrote: ... My pussy is crying out for more attention from you. You are such a tease and I know you love that. 

I can feel my wetness on your chin. Looking in your eyes I lick it from your glistening chin. I see a look of lust wash over your face at my display. I move my mouth back to yours and know you taste me on my tongue. Somehow that thought inflames me even more. 

Kissing you I am torn between which I want more your head between my legs or your clit in my mouth. I know there is an easy solution to this dilemma but I want to save that treat for later. 

Reluctantly I break the kiss. Looking in your eyes I know you were not ready to give up my lips. I cannot hide the smile that knowledge produces. Gently, I take your hand, slowly I back away from you holding your hand. I watch you knowing you will follow, and you do. 

I lead you back to the room you found me in before. Selecting the chair I want I stop, turn, and see that you make no move. I turn you so it is behind you and then push you in to it. I know the move does not really surprise you but I like the little gasp I heard escape your lips. I do not try to hide the little smile I get from seeing you trying to look composed naked in the chair you were just pushed in to. The look you flash me is almost shy and I think it is adorable. 

You put your arms on the armrests of the chair. I lean over and place my hands over your wrists. You instantly ball your fists, but I know you cannot move your arms with me leaning over like I am. 

I move forward like I am going to kiss you. You lean forward expecting it and I stop before you can reach me. The frustration is easy to read on your face and in case I missed it you say. "Bitch." I cannot help but laugh and hear you growl in response. Your lips look so inviting. 

I lean forward more and know you are expecting that kiss but I stay out of your reach and move down to the hollow just above your collarbone. I gently place my mouth on that spot. Feathering my tongue over the soft flesh there. Slowly I work my way up your neck. I bite your neck just under your ear and pull back to see the goose bumps I knew would be rising on your skin. I blow air on the trail my tongue just left on you. You flex your neck back and the lines in the morning light look wonderful on your skin. 

I squat down in front of you still holding your wrists. Your breathing has increased and your eyes are closed halfway. I watch as you open your legs in offering. Breathing deeply I take in your scent. It is completely intoxicating. For a moment I fear I might drool on you, but I know you would love that.

I move forward and place wet kisses over your ribs. I suck and nip the flesh there. It makes you squirm. I remove my hands from your wrists but you keep your hands there. I am not sure if you are even aware of my releasing you. 

I work my way lower down your side. Then move to circle your belly button with my tongue. Your lean tummy tenses with the sensation. Glancing up I see your eyes closed tightly. 

Pulling back I just look at your beauty for a moment. I am struck at how lost in the moment you seem to be. Your breathing is ragged your eyes are still closed. Your hands look like I am still holding them. I see your pelvis move slightly. Not quite bucking yet but close. I know you need release. I am with you in that regard, but I can wait. 

I put my hands on your hips and pull you to the edge of the chair. Your only response is to spread your legs wider completely opening yourself to me.

Slowly I run my hands up your legs. I can feel the muscles jump under my touch. I have always loved how you respond to me.

With my thumbs I spread your lips. The pink wetness inside is enticing. Holding back longer is not an option. Your lips are engorged and you are so turned on that your clit is peaking out of its hood. I can see it throbbing with your need. 

Slowly I lick one long path from your opening up to just below your clit. Gathering your taste on my tongue as I go. You move your hips trying to put my mouth where you want it most. I do not allow you to have your way. I know what you like and what will make it better for you. Slowly I slide my tongue inside you. Your walls immediately try to grasp it to keep it inside you. I feel your wetness flood my tongue. The taste is a pure delight. I suck it from you but know there will be more. 

I tongue your inner lips and play with them. You moan your approval but are still trying to get your clit in my mouth. It is amusing that your hands are still on the arms of the chair as if tied there. Then I flatten my tongue and lick up your slit like an ice cream cone. I reduce the pressure near the top and hear your moan. The need is building and I feel the tension in your legs. Every expulsion of breath from you carries with it a ragged cry. I swirl my tongue in little circles all the way up. Around the area you want me most still not touching what I know will send you over the edge. I suck gently then swirl around again then suck. I keep that up and increase the pressure every time. Finally I suck your clit in my mouth. Holding only pressure on it. 

Your hips are bucking and the longer I suck without touching it the more wild you get. My own need is getting almost painful. Holding your hips with my hands I try to steady you. Then I hear a ragged plea from you. It is only one word. It is the word I have been waiting for. 

"Please." Is the word torn from you. I respond immediately. Flicking my tongue over your clit. I feel your hands grab the back of my head violently making sure I do not move. Your hips buck furiously and my tongue never stops moving on you. 

Your juices flood my mouth and down my chin as your screams fill the air. It is as if your entire body is convulsing with passion. I do not stop and you do not ask me to. 

I suck the sweet nectar from you. I do not count your climaxes. I do know you were very vocal through all of it as you always were. 

When I finally stop you are still throbbing but have released my head. You never pushed me away and never asked me to stop but I look up at you and see that you are totally relaxed. 

I sit back on the floor and wrap my arms around my knees. My whole body is shaking. I cannot get my breath. I look at you and know you are all right just completely spent. 

The chair that you are now slumped in is wet with your juices. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is returning to normal.

I watch you for a moment then put my head on my knees. All I can do is hug my knees and try to stop the shaking. I know I could just touch myself and get the release my body is crying out for but I do not. The shaking will not stop.

Julia wrote: ... As I regain my composure and actively will my pulse to reduce below 180, I open my eyes and look down at you sitting at my feet. Despite our many fights over the years, both physical and psychological, we both know in our hearts how significant that position is. I adore the way you look up at me and your near-foetal posture brings out the deepest passions in my soul. Many years before, we formed a pact that we would never use the word 'love' to describe the feelings we had for each other, but in my mind I struggle to find any other word which quite encapsulates my emotions at this moment.

I stand up from the soiled chair and look down on your compact figure. Your eyes burn with passion, arousal and pleading, but I tease you for a while as I enjoy seeing you shaking almost imperceptible. I know you are not cold, as streams of perspiration track down your face and body. No, you are shivering with sexual excitement and unfulfilled desire. Desire for me, desire for sex, desire for total all-consuming release which you know will come, but which you cannot control exactly when.

I walk around behind you and place my hands on your shoulders making you shudder. I ease you backwards and lower you so you are flat on your back on the floor. Then I help you to unclasp your tense fingers so you can release your knees and can place the soles of your feet flat on the floor, about 30 inches apart and with your knees still bent.

I move to stand over you and feel the imagined heat of your eyes burning into my aching swollen cunt right above your face. I squat and grasp your knees with my hands to steady myself as I tighten my pelvic floor muscles, forcing a quantity of my natural vaginal lube to ooze from me and remain glistening on my engorged inner labial lips. I look down between my breasts to see you raising your head off the floor and lapping at fresh air in the vain hope of tasting my emission. Deliberately I hold my groin out of your reach and at the same time push your knees wide apart. Your own cunt opens wide between your parted thighs and the mesmerizing aroma of your own juices fills my nostrils.

I know what I want and I know you can do it.

I begin to gyrate my hips slightly so my pussy moves tantalizingly out of your reach. I can hear the gorgeous squelching sounds as my lips part, close, part, close, and slide over each other. I'm getting aroused again. My nipples harden as my movements cause my pendulous breasts to sway above you.

As I release my hold on your knees, you make no attempt to move them together. If anything you part your legs even wider and your vagina opens so much it seems I could see right inside you if I wished. Then I begin to run my fingers along the soft insides of your thighs. You moan uncontrollably and your thigh muscles jerk and spasm. Your breathing is getting faster (so is mine) and you rock your pelvis to accentuate the feelings between your legs. By the way that you clench your muscles I can tell that you are fighting the instinctive need to close your legs and squeeze your thighs together. You hands are on my buttocks, kneading them and trying to pull my ass closer to your face but of course I resist.

I run my fingers lightly but decisively up and down your thighs. The flesh is pale but warm and glistens with your perspiration. You are becoming less coherent and your movements are more erratic and desperate. You lift your ass off the floor as my hands track close to your mound but I always pull away, denying you the pleasure of feeling my fingers directly on your cunt.

I know you are getting close to orgasm and I encourage you with words, whispers and a firmer touch on your skin.

"Come on bitch, you can do it!"

"Come for me, Katt, come for mistress Julia!"

I rub your inner thighs faster and faster but never closer than 3 inches from your pussy. You are begging me now to touch you and make you come but you must know I will not allow you that final pleasure. No, you have to work for this one. It's all in the mind. You have to want it so badly that you can come without me having to touch you. You know you can do it, you just can't predict how long it will take.

Katt wrote: ... The tension is too much for me. I know what you want. I know what you are demanding. I also know that I could force you down on top of me. The fact that I have not done just that is almost as maddening as what you are doing to me. My only restraint is your desire and physical bonds could be no more restraining for me. 

My brain is misfiring. The signals are crossing and everything becomes blurred. I know you are still speaking to me but cannot make out the words. I know you are still touching me. It is as if all your stimulation is pooling in me and I have absolutely no control. 

My already tense muscles contract further than I would have thought possible. I am not sure when I stopped clutching you, but now my hands are on the floor frantically trying to grab the rug. I am almost sitting up with only my feet, ass, and hands planted on the floor. 

Through the fog my brain is encased in I can see your pussy still over me. I can see your wetness and with every thrust of your hips I can see you pulsate. Your scent is driving me crazy and I strain my neck to reach you. 

In the back of my mind I am screaming to just grab you and not give you exactly what you want. Yet still I remain your captive. I had promised myself not to give you this kind of control over me again. That rational part of my mind reminds me that I am in more control than it would seem. For I am choosing to do as you wish because I know it is what you need. The combative part of me just hates to even appear weak or not in control and still I am bound. 

Just as I feel like I cannot stand another second of your teasing you graze the inside of my thigh with your fingernails. A long low moan escapes from my throat. A second before my eyes close I see that drop of moisture fall from your swollen parted lips. It is that same drop that set all of this in motion. The dam breaks inside me and I experience a blinding light, star bursting, behind my eyes. It is all encompassing and consumes me wholly. 

I crash back to the floor still between your legs. Still looking up at your pussy and that drop has not yet landed. I cannot breathe or move as the remainder of the orgasm tears its way through my body. 

With my head back your cum lands on my throat. It feels thick and hot as it slides down the side of my exposed neck. Finally I can pull in a much-needed breath. It is ragged and not as deep as I need but it is a breath. My muscles begin to relax and while my legs try to fall you are still holding my knees. Still gasping I look at your face. You are looking down at me. I see many things in that instant in your face. I am not sure what to think about what I saw there. I do know that you saw everything as I lost control and that makes me feel small. 




Panther Attack



The Shawnee "bottoms" are well known in Southern Illinois. The wetlands are famous for its great fishing and hunting, but they're most famous for the Panthers that live among the trees and bogs.

In the late 60's a small circus was passing through the Shawnee Forest, when they collided with a semi heading west. Many of the animal's cages burst open. The only animals that weren't retrieved were a pair of mated black Panthers.

Many a fishermen and hunter's blood has turned cold at the blood curdling screams of the Panthers. Their screams have the cruel sounds of a woman in agony!

It's been in the low eighties today. I spent the day fall cleaning and hanging clothes out to dry. I had to wash my winter clothes, jeans, sweaters and all my sweats. (I like to work-out comfortably.) Winter was coming quickly. 

I was taking the last of the laundry off the line, when I noticed a large space between some of my clothes. Checking through the basket, I found that I was missing my black sweats. 

" I'll check the washer" I thought to myself. I gathered the rest of the clothes into the basket and had just walked onto the deck when I heard the familiar scream of the Panthers in the bottoms. Startled, but not scared, we often hear their screams this time of year: mating season!! 

"At least someone is getting lucky!" I thought.

My name is Anna; I'm the mother of four daughters and divorced for eight months now. The house felt very empty with the girls at their father's. He was taking them out Trick or Treating tonight. I looked at the clock, almost 6:30pm. 

"The girls are having fun, without me." The thought saddened me very much. I walked around the house to pick up toys, backpacks and jackets the girls wore this morning.

After eating and watching T.V. until 10 o'clock, I decided to take a long bath and turn in early. I soaked for a long time, washing my shoulder length blonde hair, and shaving my muscled legs. I felt anxious and decided to "play" on my own.

I closed my eyes and slid my hand between my open thighs. The warm water started to relax my sore muscles, so jumping into my favorite fantasy wasn't hard. (Especially with no interruptions!)

A very handsome policeman, while telling me that I was erotic and beautiful, was caressing me. His hands wove magic over my 5'4'' frame. My nipples hardened as my pussy creamed, building to at least one orgasm. 

"You have beautiful sea blue eyes." The policeman says softly.

Just when I was about to cum, a loud crash came from the area of my front deck! 

"Damn cats!!" I said to myself, almost jumping at the sound of my own voice. 

I climbed out of my bath, cursing the neighbor's cats, wrapping my red silk robe around me. It wasn't something to keep warm with, but it was my weekend off. I deserve to pamper myself. I tied the sash loosely around my waist. 

I quickly walked to the front door, noticing that it was almost midnight. 

"Dang! Did I fall asleep in the bath?" I thought to myself. Another noise on the porch reminded me why I was standing in front of the living room door.

I closed my robe tighter as I slowly opened the door. Being out in the country and alone, I was a little nervous, hoping that the neighbor's cats caused the racket. At first I saw nothing. The temperature had dropped dramatically when the sun went down as it does this time of year. A dense fog covered my five acres; I couldn't even see my neighbors house three acres away.

A sudden movement in front of me made me jump back as a man dressed in my black sweats came into view. Alarmed I grabbed the door, trying to close it as quickly as I could. The door burst open, throwing me backwards onto the floor. He was standing before me, his bare feet planted between mine. I looked up in fear at this man. He was ruggedly handsome, with raven black hair and piercing eyes. They were strange eyes, rimmed with bright yellow. Hungry eyes that seared my soul, turning my blood ice cold! 

He smiled at me, long feline fangs protruded from his open mouth. 

"My name is Arell, I have caught your scent on the wind, so strong it is!!" He growled sniffing the air. "I have come to you, to mate. I can do this once each year, on this night! Is only night I can take human form, I have chosen you!" A deep purring sound emanates from Arell's chest. Arell kneels down between my feet, looking into my eyes. He cocks his head as if to question me. His ears are pointed and showing thru his long tangled hair, they shift to listen to the whimpering sound I am making.

"I must have a new mate each falling of the leaves. We must mate to make our pack large. You will be my mate, you must not fight me!" Arell's hand reaches out to touch my leg. In fear I jump back, trying to get away I run down the hallway, hoping to reach the bathroom and lock the door.

I can hear Arell's heavy panting; an ear-piercing howl brings my hands to my ears! Arell tackles me, knocking me down with his muscular body. There's very little room to move in the narrow hallway. Arell easily turns me to face him.

"I must mate with you before the moon reaches the sky! Do not fight me, I do not wish to hurt you!" Arell growls, his face close to mine. His breath smells of grass and something I can't recognize. 

"No!! Please -don't- - - I am already a mother! I can't leave my children!" I plead with this creature with all my heart. Tears stream down my face as I watch Arell rip the sweats from his muscled body! My screams and struggles infuriate Arell. 

Arell grabs my throat with his very strong left hand. 

"Silent!" He commands. "You are mine! You have no mate but ME!" Claws that were covered by a small flap of skin slide into view on his right hand. It quickly shreds my robe, leaving my nude to the gaze of this invader!

Arell roughly caresses my hip, squeezing it cruelly! 

"Yes! You will take me well." His satisfied purr resonates in his large chest. Taking a hold of my shoulders, he turns me over, forcing me on all fours. Arell's hands spread my legs apart; I can feel him bury his face deep in my frightened pussy. His tongue is rough as he licks the inner lips, spreading them apart. Against my will, my body reacts to the licking, my clit swells reaching for his long tongue. His purring gets louder as my juices flow into his mouth! I can feel his tongue slide in and out of my steaming hole. I scream as my hot cum pours into his greedy mouth.

Satisfied that I am ready to mate, Arell squats behind me. His large, paw like hands grasp my hips as he rubs his huge cock against my pussy. 

"No!" I scream and struggle anew to get away! In anger Arell sinks his fangs into my shoulder, to keep me still as he enters me. I have seen the tomcats do this to the females to make them docile and compliant.

My cries and screams go unheeded as Arell plunges his burning cock deep into my pussy! His growls of pleasure ring in my ear. In and out, 

pushing the walls of my pussy to the utmost limit! It feels like his cock will split me in two. He moves his hand-claws to my shoulders, forcing his cat cock deeper into my abused pussy! His teeth release my shoulder; his frenzied thrusts rock me against the carpet. 

"Mate! You are mine!" Arell howls! The sound reverberates against the walls, hurting my ears. His long tail curls around my thigh, softly caressing me. Over and over his body slams into mine, I feel myself losing consciousness.

Suddenly, Arell stops and pulls out of my dripping pussy. 

"Oh please stop!" I beg. Arell is too far-gone in his animal lust to hear me. He roughly turns me onto my back, spreading my legs wide! 

Arell placed his huge hands on the floor to steady himself and to keep his massive weight off me. 

"Lift your legs mate! Raise them to your shoulders!" Arell commanded. Afraid to oppose him, I raised my legs, bringing my knees close to my shoulders. Arell lowers his dripping cock into my wet pussy. His body traps mine, pushing my knees into my shoulders at each grunting thrust. My hands grip the carpet in pain! 

Suddenly he changes his movement to slow and steady, prolonging his orgasm. My body that had been in so much pain was now feeling the rush of pure animal lust! Flames of curling desire quickly build in my very wet hole! Arell's slow movements bring me to a crashing orgasm. The spasms of my pussy squeeze Arell's cock so hard it forces his own orgasm. With a shuddering howl he rams his cock deeper, sending great amounts of his cum splashing against my cervix!

Slowly Arell's slides his cock out of my cum filled, abused little hole. He looks into my eyes and runs his tongue along my face from jaw line to my ear. 

"You are my mate now, you will come to me soon," Arell states in my ear, purring softly.

I watch Arell as I slowly and painfully stand. He walks back towards my living room, his back to me. I follow Arell, hoping to lock the door when he leaves. When I reach the room, he's nowhere in sight. Nervously, I walk to the open door, expecting him to spring out at me! My hand touches the door as I look out onto my deck. Tears of relief wash down my face when I find that he was indeed gone. I start to close the door when something catches my eyes. The fog had left a fine misty film on my deck. On it were a man's footprints that changed to the prints of a large cat!

I slammed and dead bolted the door!

I walked, gingerly to my bathroom. I wanted to take a shower, to remove all traces of the attack. My shoulder hurts terribly where he had bit me and I had several deep scratches on my hips. I looked at my shoulder in the mirror and cried out! Blood trickled down my breasts and back! I was so angry! "Why did he pick me? WHY!" I screamed. 

I went to the sink, picking up a cloth to wash the wound. I looked into the mirror to watch what I was doing and SCREAMED!!

My face was being covered with light black fur!

(In the distant fog-a Panther screams!)