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By Helen Aronsson (helen432@hotmail.com)


My experience of sex backfiring came from my time as a nurse in the psychiatric ward in the hospital of Xxxx Xxxxxxx. I'd been working in an institutional ward for three years on a more or less permanent basis, earning good extra money besides what the government allowed me to finance my studies.

To get to the point, we had a female patient, we can call her A for short, with an, as of yet, undefined hysterical disorder. She would start screaming and throwing things whether she was provoked or not and on this particular day a man with pretty much the same diagnose, got in her way.

He had recently lost both his testicles to cancer and was depressed as well as in a particularly foul mood and directed it towards all the women he thought he could no longer please. A was the victim he'd sought out for himself on this particular day. We all suddenly heard a huge crash, yelling, more crashes and a holler of pain.

As we arrived on the scene A was bashing the poor man with a plastic chair, yelling, "I AM NOT STUPID," over and over, the chair coming down on every syllable, while he was on the floor writhing in obvious agony. It later turned out that she'd kicked him in, well, I can't say nuts, can I. She'd given him a fairly good kick in the cock and getting a toe in, actually managed to rupture his glans with a perfect hit.

He was carted off to the ER and I was assigned to try and calm A down. We went to her room and she said she wanted to change. I thought she meant a shirt or pants, but no. She stripped down completely and took her good time rummaging through her closet before "finding" the ugly, blue hospital robe that was one of only three garments inside.

She turned her head and smiled a shy smile at me several times and I was beginning to feel a bit uneasy. She'd gone from total hysteria to a little girl in a second flat and was now not only showing her nakedness, she was flaunting it. Her body was to die for. She was twentyfive with a few extra pounds in just the right places. A pronounced mound, two of the firmest C-cup breasts I've ever seen. Rounded buttocks with a few stretch marks, broad, firm thighs and a big bush between her legs.

She finally draped the robe over her naked body and I came out of my daze very quickly, wondering where the hell I'd been. A suggested we go to the smaller of the day rooms where we usually have our therapy sessions. We went into the room locked the door, as is customary when in session.

We chatted mostly and A was sitting in a lounge chair, facing the window with her back to one arm rest and her legs over the other. After about 15 minutes she closed her eyes and started panting with her mouth open I looked at her and she's was sitting absolutely still with her hands motionless in her lap. I slapped myself for having a dirty mind and asked if she was feeling well. Her face suddenly contorted and she started breathing so hard saliva was spraying between her clenched teeth.

I thought she was having a fit of some sort and rushed up to get help. As I ran past her chair to press the alarm button she grabbed my sleeve and nearly pulled me off my feet. I had to grab her shoulders not to fall across her. With my hands still on her shoulders, she rose to her feet and stood in front of me.

She had a silly look on her face and said the two words I least expected to hear from her, "I came!" She put her arms around my neck and we just stood like that for at least five minutes. Hugging is natural part of many therapies, but rarely coupled with orgasmic afterglow. I did not reciprocate at first, but put my hands on her sides, a bit bewildered and very uncertain as how to deal with a patient who had spontaneous orgasms when in session.

I noticed my body responding to all this. This tingling feeling of something forbidden, but still allowed within my grasp, was making itself known at the nape of my neck, moving down my spine and settling in my crotch. As we stood there A moved back a bit and looked into my eyes and I tried to act as casual and professional as I could. I must have failed miserably somewhere, because A took my hands and placed them on her breasts! And there they stayed.

My hands were riveted to her breasts and my professional resolve snapped, almost audibly, like a twig under foot. We just stood like that until she started to move her hands over mine, squeezing my hands squeezing her breasts, tickling my palms with her nipples. It was a moment so erotic that it compared to nothing, absolutely nothing, that I've experienced before or after. Suddenly she raised her right leg and rested it on my hip, raised her frock a few inches and took my right hand and placed it on her naked sex.

I remember resisting a bit, trying to withdraw but she had my wrist in a firm grip and kept it there. I couldn't move any more. She looked me in the eyes Feel how wet I am, she whisper. I felt the heat radiate from her pussy but still didn't move. There was something slippery down there and I could feel the outline of her labia pressing on my fingers.

"You're not feeling me properly," she said and once again my hand was covered by hers as she pressed it inwards, curving her fingers and thus forcing two of mine into her vagina. The word wet in this particular case would have been a gross understatement.

As she slowly moved my hand back and forth there was this sound that reminded me of squeezing a soaked sponge and my hand was covered in warm liquid. She removed her hand and mine stayed and moved by it's own accord. She brought her hand to her nose and sniffed it and then put it under mine. It was as intoxicating as anything I've ever smelled.

I grabbed her by the wrist and licked her fingers, still looking into her eyes as she closed them and bit her lower lip. She leant forward and we kissed for the first time. She tried to feel my pussy as well and tried to unclasp my belt. I didn't want to get caught with my pants down, so I said, "No," and opened my fly instead. I always wear lose fitting clothes, both for mobility and to hide my girth and for her to get her hand down my pants was no problem.

We stood like that; frantically rubbing each other feeling each other's soaked cunts, delving as deeply as we could into one another's mouths and vaginas. We were both on the verge of climaxing when we were interrupted by sounds outside the door. People were coming into the workshop outside the room. We quickly adjusted our clothes and opened the window since the air was so thick with the smell of pussy you could cut it with a knife, closed it again, and walked out. The only place left for us was her room, which couldn't be locked.

Had she been allowed outside that day we would have made it to the basement where there's hundreds of places we could have used, but that was not to be. So we opted not to continue at this time. I excused myself and went to the loo and frigged myself to an earth shattering orgasm within a few flicks. Once finished I went to A's room and found her on her bed.

-Did you...?

"Yes," I said.

"So did I."

She pulled her frock up to show me what a freshly fingerfucked pussy looked like and it was a sight to behold! I was drooling, well my cunt was, despite of having been taken care of two minutes earlier. She had large, pink inner lips that stuck out and were VERY long. They ran from her asshole, halfway to her navel and at the bottom I could see something inside her hole. I asked her and she reached down and pulled out a small bottle of roll-on deodorant. I'm sure you know the type, very phallic in shape.

Glistening strings formed and broke as she slowly pulled it out, sucked on it and then put it back in.

"You try it," she said.

With trembling fingers I tried to grab the slippery bottle between my fingers, finally managed, pulled it out, sucked on it and put it back in again. I bent down to steal a few licks. She looked down at me and gasped aloud. She pulled the bottle out once more, licked it clean and put on the dresser beside the bed. I once again bent down and stuck my tongue as far up her as it would go.

She sat up and kissed me once again and we shared her juices. She grabbed my hands and smelled them, complaining that all she could smell was soap. So, I opened my fly, shoved three finger into my cunt and brought them out webbed and put them in her mouth. She sucked them like a baby calf, laid down and spread her legs wide, took my hand and placed it on her pussy. I shoved three fingers up her soaking quim and started fucking her as fast as I could. She didn't last long and came silently but violently shaking.

I never thought to get my fingers out of her mouth until I felt her teeth cut deeply into my flesh, deep enough to draw blood. Lots of blood. I hollered with pain and moments later I heard approaching footsteps in the corridor. When the door opened I was holding my hand in my armpit, swearing like a sailor. A was on the bed, her frock down again and watching me in horror.

I told them I'd got my fingers caught trying to adjust her bed to a sitting position. They all felt very sorry for me and sent me off to ER without looking at my hand, thank God. In the ER I changed my story as I figured the bite marks would be a dead giveaway, so I just said one of the patients got violent and bit me and hoped none would be the wiser. I got away with a tetanus shot and a bandaged hand.

I took the rest of the day off with pay after writing the accident report. Those beds really are notoriously dangerous and people have had their fingers cut clean off by them, so no one questioned my explanation of events. I was home for two weeks, still with pay, while the routine Hepatitis C and HIV-tests were being done.

One morning a few days later, I got a call. It was A. I asked her how she got my number.

-From the directory, she answered. Figures, I thought. She knew my full name and I was listed as opposed to most of my colleagues. Working in psychiatry makes you vulnerable to attacks from patients with or without just cause to harm you. I've had my ribs kicked in three times and broken one patient's arm myself. All in the line of duty, of course. But I digress, methinks.

A called to ask me about my hand and to tell me that she'd been transferred to outpatient status and wondered if we could meet. I was hesitant, to say the least, but she was persistent and we made an appointment for Saturday.

Chapter Two

The before mentioned events took place on a Tuesday, if memory serves me right and A called me on the Friday. In other words I had a whole two days of nail biting anxiety, not knowing whether I had been ratted out or not. As I said, we agreed to meet in her apartment a few miles uptown. It was a collection of high-rises, nine stories high (I know it's not much compared to American standards), called "The Million Project" from the sixties when the Swedish population boomed and our socialist government promised to build a million cheap apartments to house us all.

Swedes were celebrating the freedom of mind and sex and generally boffing away, much earlier than the rest the world. Hence the expression "The Swedish Sin". The only competition came from the Germans and Danes, whose decadence flourishes even today.

A lived on the ninth floor and when she opened the door, she was dressed in a sort of terry-cloth mah-jongg overall. She was as nervous as I was and nervousness usually comes into play only when feeling are involved. She closed the door and we just stood there looking at each other. Then we hugged and shared a long kiss that had us both gasping and wanting more.

We covered each other's faces with saliva as we licked, kissed and explored each other's mouths. We finally broke the kiss and she showed me around the apartment. Two rooms and a nice kitchen. Her bedroom was decorated in the romantic style you sometimes find in teenagers rooms with lots of pink and orange. The only difference between her room and lets say, my youngest sisters, were the six dildos of various shapes, sizes and colours standing to attention on her bedside table. She giggled shyly as she saw my eyes widen.

I walked across the room and sat down on her bed, touching each of them in turn. Two were with vibration the other four were of a nice, jelly-like material and ranged from about six to 20 inches. I weighed a fifteeninch cock in my hand and asked her if she could get that inside her and she nodded. It was about three inches thick and I had my doubts about it. The 20-incher was a double. Ten inches on each side of a rudimentary scrotum that could be filled with warm water and squeezed at the height of your pleasure to simulate some sort of simultaneous orgasm, she explained. Absolutely ridiculous, if you ask me.

Next she showed me the kitchen and told me dinner was on in 15 minutes. She served a plaice au gratin that was a bit overdone and under salted, with broccoli, mushrooms and rice. It was a nice meal and the white wine that went with it loosened any inhibitions we might have had.

After the meal we settled in her living room, chatting about this and that and that she was feeling much, much better now, that she'd cut down on her medication after being advised by her psychiatrist and that she hadn't met anyone like me ever and that she so liked me and wanted me and adored my body and she'd like to see it sometime. "Why not now?" I asked.

She said nothing, just leaned forward, kissed me deeply for the second time and left. I asked her where she was going and she answered with only one whispered word: "Surprise."

She closed the door and I was left alone with my anticipations of things to come. I played with my nipples for a while and ventured briefly under my skirt. I wasn't wearing any underwear or a bra, since I figured I wouldn't need them. Idle thoughts were forming about A, that maybe I was mistaken, as I slowly stroked my larger lips.

I was soon very, very wet and had one, two and finally three fingers sliding in and out of me, all hesitation gone. I was stopped in my tracks as I heard loud clanging sounds followed by more silence. My skirt had a large wet spot on the back and my juices had soaked through to the sofa beneath. The light grey cloth now had a dark grey stain. I was mortified and covered it up with a pillow, which looked ridiculous, as it lay prone on the edge of the cushion.

A knocked on the door after about 20 minutes, startling me to my feet. The door slowly opened and in came A, stark naked and with her hair in a ponytail. I just stared at her with my mouth open and I could feel my pussy spasm in time with my accelerating breath. I could also feel those spasms pressing liquid out of my vagina; liquid that ran down my thigh, down my calves and heels and into my sandals. She walked up to me without a word and started to undress me as well.

"Not much work here," she said, as I stood naked before her with only a blouse and my skirt at my feet. My state of arousal became obvious to her as I stepped out of my sandals. She knelt before me and had herself a good look at my cunt. She slowly wiped some of the juices off my right leg with her finger and brought it to her mouth. "That's the second time I taste you pussy," she said. "But I like it best from the source!"

And with that she stuck out her tongue and in between my cunt lips and I spread my legs as best I could in that awkward position. She found my clit and sucked on it for a while until my legs began to tremble then she suddenly stopped just as I was about to climax. -Not yet she whispered into my cunt and pulled away. There were several transparent strings connecting us and slowly breaking, dangling from her chin and my cunt and slowly falling to the floor. I tried to get her to continue, saying that I could have as many orgasms as I or she wanted, but she was adamant.

"The water's getting cold," she said, then stood and led me by the hand to the bathroom. As she opened the door I saw that she'd gone out of her way to impress me. Around fifty candles were standing on and around a bubble bath. Steam fogged up my glasses and I took them off. A told me to get in and I did, careful not to get the bandages wet, relishing the feel of the hot water, the tickling feeling of millions of bubbles bursting on my skin and savouring the air filled with the fragrance of scented oils. I felt like an oriental queen.

A came next and she was a sight to behold in the light of the candles, as she ever so slowly descended into the water, straddling my legs, with her beautiful tush between my feet and it became very apparent that she'd been overly generous with the water.

The bathroom was flooded before either of us thought to pull the plug. She scooted closer and put her arms around my neck and kissed me for the third time. This kiss lasted longer than the other two and by the time it ended we were both fingering the other deeply and frantically. She was no less wet than I was and came long before I did. In fact she stopped when her orgasm hit and didn't resume her caresses. I started fingering myself and she just pulled my hand away. She needed both her hands to keep it from going back and I cursed my bad fortune of having my other hand wrapped.

"Not yet," she said.

"But I really, really, really need to cum right now!"

"No you don't," she said with a sly smile. I was a borderline frantic at this point.

She started talking about Tuesday's events and asked me if I remembered her first orgasm when we were in session?

"Sure," I said, sulking. She told me that she could cum just by contracting and relaxing her vaginal muscles, a talent that she said had served her well on many a boring occasion.

"Yeah, rub it in," I griped. She didn't even need to use her hands and here I was, being denied the use of my own.

"Soon," she said, "soon."

I just lay back, trying hard to think of something else besides my poor neglected cunt and of course failing miserably. At this point A started washing me with a cloth, rubbing my whole body from head to toe, not missing a single spot. The cloth felt almost painful on my agitated cunt and I jumped every time she brushed over my lips and clit, which now stuck out like a small cock.

"I'm going to enjoy sucking on that," she said, pulling the hood back and forth like she was jacking me off.

"Please feel free," I said, my voice trailing away. I was about to explode and my pelvis was a blur against her fingers and the water was spilling over the sides and suddenly it happened: An orgasm out of nowhere, without warning, hit me like a ton of bricks and sent me screaming under the water while I kicked A in the chest. I came up, coughing and still screaming, grabbing her by the wrist, trying to force something inside me. She straightened her fingers and in the next moment there were four in my cunt.

I fucked myself through the throes of one of the best orgasms of my life, using her hand as a dildo. As I came down, A was looking at me with a quizzical expression. "Well, I should have expected that and left you alone, I guess," she said, rubbing her left tit where my foot had left its mark. I chided her in turn about what happens when you play with fire.

We got out of the tub and A got the mop and started on the floor while I dried both her and myself. Once finished, we went to the bedroom and watched the steam rise off our bodies. I was propped up on one elbow trailing my fingers along her body, feeling the rounded curves of her breasts, belly, cheeks, and mound, entwining them in her pubes.

-Would you like to shave me, she asked.

"I've never done it and I would never trust anyone but you to do it." So I put her on one of the kitchen chairs, got her razor, scissors and some gel. Ten minutes later her cunt was as bare as the day she was born and I put some aloe on it, taking my good time rubbing it in very carefully. I kept rubbing long after the cream was replaced by her juices and her breathing was getting ragged.

I parted her lips to "see if I'd missed any hairs", as I said, and trailed my finger along her crack. Those lips seemed even longer than before and almost purple, with all the hair gone. I put my finger at the entrance and very slowly inserted it to the last knuckle, savouring the texture and the rippling of her muscles as it went in.

"You won't find any hairs in there you know," she said in voice that broke into a hoarse whisper.

"I know," I said and pulled it out again, replacing it with my tongue. God, how I had longed for this! She smelled of flowers and shaving gel and aloe cream, but the taste was all cunt. I fucked my tongue in and out, trying to scoop up as much juices as possible and there was lots of it and more coming. A reached down softly pulling on my ears to make me lick her clit.

I resisted and kept fucking her some more with my tongue. "Please," she said pulling harder on my ears.

"Soon," I said, "soon," looking up at her with my most devilish grin.

"Bitch," she cried, pressing my face harder to her pussy, trying to rub my nose on her clit. I was enjoying this immensely, but had to stop due to lack of oxygen. I have often wondered why we don't breathe through our ears. It would be so much more convenient, and more so in the situation I was in. I got off my sore knees and stood up, pulling A off the chair and we walked back into the bedroom.

I got on my back and A straddled my pelvis, adjusting her self until we were clit to clit. She then started rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm, mashing our clits together. Hers was almost as prominent as mine and once engorged, the feeling was very real and VERY good. I started to rock with her, which caused her to lose pace. She put her hands on my chest, leaning forward a little and quickened her pace, making high-pitched noises.

A squelching sound from our crotches, revealed our mutual excitement. There was so much liquid down there, she had trouble staying in the right position and not sliding all over the place. I felt my orgasm rising as well; we were looking into each other's eyes chasing the pleasure that was only seconds away. A was drooling a bit, lost to this world and suddenly her face contorted into a hideous grimace and she fell forward, shaking, but continued her fucking motions until I came about five seconds behind her.

We were utterly spent and fell asleep with her still on top of me. Two hours later, we woke and more or less had to pry our crotches apart. We started making out and were soon in familiar tracks again. I turned around to get her in a sixty nine and we were soon both happily munching away, taking turns cumming until we were both exhausted and slept through the rest of the night. The dildos never came into play, so to speak. Not until the next morning.

Chapter Three

We woke up at about 11am the next day. I woke up; turned around and faced the sleeping A. Sunrays were tracing the covers, nearing the point where they would caress A's eyelids. They fluttered briefly before she opened her eyes, looked into mine and smiled a "good morning". I rolled on top of her, wedging my hips between her legs, feeling the stickiness from the previous night. I kissed her chin, her forehead, her cheeks and finally her mouth, tasting my own stale secretions on her lips.

I considered venturing further down, but decided against it. My pussy was raw and needed to cool down. A naturally had a different mindset. She put both her hands on my head and pressed downwards until I was facing her breasts. I licked her nipples a little, not wanting to get her too aroused. I simply wasn't up to more sex at the moment, but I also was never one to say no, regardless of the circumstances. She kept pressing down and I followed, soon facing her cunt that already showed signs of stubble. I figured it had been nearly 12 hours since I shaved her.

My hopes of not arousing her were crushed as she spread her legs to accommodate my shoulders. The cover were thing and there was enough light down there to glisten off her incredibly wet pussy. The mixed smell of old and new secretions was more than I could bare and my resolve went out the window as I buried my face in her honey pot. She yelled out as I shoved my tongue as deep as I could and from the metallic taste of her pussy walls, I gather she was no less raw than myself.

I sucked and licked her until I thought I could taste blood and A was somewhere between heaven and hell. From under the covers I reached out blindly to where I thought her bedside table was and finally managed to get my hands on one of the dildos and to my delight it was the 15incher. I managed to sneak under the covers, nudge it under my chest until the tip was only an inch from her hole.

I proceeded to just sucking very lightly on her clit, hearing relieved moans from A. I reached between my tits, and with and firm shove, I planted the dildo to the hilt in her cunt, turning it on at the same time. A went through the roof screaming with pain, pulled the covers off and stuttering asked what the hell I did to her. When she looked down, she saw the weapon I'd used to skewer her on and calmed down a bit.

"You could have warned me," she said.

"But I wanted to surprise you," I said, pouting my lips in mock disappointment. "Wasn't it a nice surprise?" I asked.

A told me to leave it in and just tongue her clit and feeling a bit guilty I did what she told me. It took her nearly twenty minutes to come, by which time my tongue was completely numb. When she finally did come, the dildo almost shot out of her as her pussy contracted and her fluids came spurting around it. She demonstratively licked it clean, looking into my eyes with a curious look on her face and putting it back on the table when she was done. I got out and hit the shower.

We had a nice, full breakfast on her balcony and started talking about the day ahead. I asked her if she would like to take her bike and go swimming in the ocean with me. She said she hadn't been there for ages and was more than happy to go. We packed a nice lunch, a thermos of coffee, a large blanket and her swimsuit, a very nice, black, strapless one piece.

We went by my apartment and got my bikini and A got a chance to see how I lived and commented on my queen size bed and ranted on about all the things we could do in it. We biked the seven miles to the beach and every foot of them was agony for both of us. The saddles were murder on our sore cunts and sweating like pigs certainly didn't help.

We got there finally only to discover that we could hardly walk. It was about 3pm when we found a nice spot on the beach not too close and not too far away from the dozens of people already there. We changed quickly and dared each other to run into the water. The contest ended with both of us going in, one toe at the time. It couldn't have been more than 18 degrees C. The sign said 21 degrees was obviously lying through its nails. As soon as we were crotch deep, we both let out a big sigh of relief as the cool, brackish water bathed our burning crotches.

We ventured out to deeper water and were soon chest deep in the middle of a patch of kelp, where A panicked, claiming to have felt something slithering around her leg, threw herself round my body with her legs around her waist, screaming for me to carry her away from the kelp. I walked a few feet to where the bottom was all sand and tried to set her down. I told her it was all right to let go and would she please release the vice-like grip on my thighs. She eased her grip a little, but didn't stand I looked into her eyes and saw the pure lust that was burning there.

She reached between our bodies and then behind her and said, "Feel me."

I reached between us went lower and put my hand between her legs. The contrast to the cold water was marvellous and I went deeper between her legs. I bent my fingers and. met not resistance! She was so wet I could immediately slide three fingers all the way up inside her.

After walking a hundred yards through water, all traces of cunt juice should have been rinsed away. She leaned into me and pressed her lips against mine, searching for my tongue with her own. I kissed her back all the while sliding my fingers in and out and trying to rub my thumb on her clit. She moaned into my mouth and started moving her hips against my hand. I took her hand and placed on my mound seeing if she would take the cue.

I hadn't come all day and all the tension that built up since the morning was taking its toll on my patience. I pressed her hand between my thighs and trapped it there and finally she began moving her fingers and moved her hand up to get down under the waistband. It didn't take long before we were finger fucking each other, totally oblivious to where we were or the people around us. Sobbing sounds were coming from A and I could tell she was only seconds away. I pressed my lips to hers in a futile attempt to trap any sounds that would give us away, but only managed to speed the arrival my own climax.

Our orgasms hit at exactly the same time and were totally mind-blowing. Leaving us heaving, resting our chins on each other's shoulders. When I finally opened my eyes, and another pair, shining brightly and glazed over with lust met mine. The trouble was it wasn't A's eyes. I still had my fingers in her and she still had hers in me and we were idly moving inside each other glowing in the aftermath. Standing about three feet away in front of me was a woman in her late forties or early fifties, I figured.

There was no doubt in my mind that she was aware of what was going on and I had absolutely no idea of how long she'd been standing there. While we were staring at each other she never blinked and by the slight movement of her shoulders I figured she was masturbating herself, watching us. After a while she closed her eyes and started hissing through her teeth and now A heard her and spun around.

She was about to say something when I silenced her with a kiss, so not to disturb the lady providing her part of the all around performance. Her mouth suddenly opened, forming the silent "O" I knew all to well. She threw her head back and had a silent but seemingly very good climax. I pushed A off me and reached out to the woman who nearly went under the surface, got hold of her arm and she put her arms around both of our shoulders kissing us both in turn saying thank you, lord knows how many times, until it all got a bit embarrassing. Only then were the introductions made.

A recovered from her initial shock and we all stood there with arms around each other's shoulders, talking about what had happened. She had heard A's scream and had wanted to help in case she was injured. It turned out she was a nurse too.

She never reached us before it became obvious we were making out. She'd been about 20 yards away when A and I really got into it and there was no doubt as to what we were doing. She said it was the hottest, naughtiest most exciting thing shed ever witnessed and she had inched her way towards us, fingering herself all the way, until she was just a few feet away and decided, for better or for worse, to get on the cum train and enjoy the ride along with us.

She was 46 and widowed since two years back. She and her husband had been swingers for their whole marriage and they had both been AC/DC in all respects. Her husband had enjoyed a cock in his mouth as much as she enjoyed a cunt in her face. The proposal came next. She wanted to take A and me to a restaurant after our swim and then have us join her in her apartment in Y-town.

I was instantly game, but felt A tug on my shoulder strap pulling me away. We stood aside and A whispered that she wasn't prepared to share me just yet and asked me if we could wait just a little longer and really get to know each other. I agreed and tried my best to conceal my disappointment. We swam and walked back to the beach and the woman motioned to me to follow her while A was busy towelling and changing.

As we got to her car she put her hand on my hip and told me she would really like to see us again. She got a piece of paper and a pen from her purse and jotted down her name, number and address. Her name was Valeria, like the Amazon warrior from Conan the Barbarian. Not that there was anything warrior like about this rather lithe body and narrow shoulders, but she proved very apt at "tonguefencing" as she kissed me good-bye and drove off.

I went back to A. We still had several hours of daylight and decided on catching some rays before going back. I was on my stomach and A was on her back, when I suddenly felt her hand digging it's way between the blanket and my body until it was resting on my mound. She moved closer until we were arm at arm and I turned my head towards her. She scratched me with her fingernails as she tried to push under my waistband and I lifted my hips slightly to avoid injury.

A second later her middle finger entered me, catching the moisture already building up inside me, then taking the first hesitant steps in a tap dance on my clit. The persons nearest to us were about six feet away, an elderly couple. On the other side were a family of four, parents and two boys, to our south were four youngsters playing beach-volley ball. The crowd surrounding us made for a very interesting situation, a Russian roulette of sorts. One chance in ten being of discovered.

I tried my damnedest not to make a sound or move, but as A's finger got more and more insistent, my hips began to move of their own accord despite my efforts to the contrary. A put the towel over me to shield me from view, which probably sealed my fate since a moving towel is bound to arouse more suspicion than a moving bottom. The first sign of suspicion was the couple suddenly intently looking our way. The game to our south had stopped and the family was moving their garden umbrella to shield them selves and the kids from the live show.

A must have been aware of all this, but she wouldn't let up and I couldn't make her stop without arousing even more suspicion. I'm not proud of what I did next, nor has it happened either before or after. I faked it. I faked it by letting out a little moan and squeezing her finger with my pussy and clamping down with my thighs. A looked very happy and gave me a mischievous smile and I smiled back and mouthed a, "Thank you." She reached further under my mound and squeezed it harder than was comfortable.

I couldn't help but yelp and thus providing further evidence that something untoward was happening. There was now no doubt among the spectators as to what was going on. I was mortified. I also had a twat full of sand from the journey A's hand made before reaching it's goal and it stung like crazy. I didn't care, couldn't care, I just wanted to get away from ten pairs of probing eyes, well eight pairs anyway, two were a bit too young to get the whole picture. I put my clothes on over my bikini, put my sandals on and straddled my bike. And screamed. Between my already sore cunt, the drying saltwater and the sand in my slit, I was in hell.

The trip home was like running a seven mile gauntlet I cried all the way home speeding to get away from the pain as quick as possible, leaving A far behind. I was in the shower, washing my burning cunt in cold, fresh water, when the doorbell rang. I opened and A was outside also crying. I hadn't said a word as I rushed off and A though I was mad at her and that she had done something wrong. I didn't tell her that in fact she had. Who was I to judge her?

We held each other and I let my towel fall to the floor and I kissed her for the longest time her hands began to wander about my wet body, but I stopped her before she reached my crotch. I got a piece of tissue and pressed it to my crotch. When I showed it to her it had a few small bloodstains.

"Did I do that?" She asked with tearful eyes.

"Yes you did," I said with my warmest smile. "And never was pain acquired in a more pleasurable way," I added.

Pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure, one can't have one without the other. A and I had four beautiful months, before the day she let my name slip to her counsellor. The second the investigation into our relationship was launched; she broke down mentally as well as physically. I could never see her again, without facing criminal charges, and her therapist broke through all her defenses, finally convincing her that what had happened was a very bad thing and that I had used her in the worst ways possible.

A told everyone she'd initiated the whole thing, but was only told that I should have known better, which I guess I should have. But love knows no boundaries and I truly loved A. The therapists killed her as surely as if they had forced the barbiturates down her throat themselves.

There are still lots of beautiful memories, but I will stop now, just short of our first twenty-four hours. I would like to think that I honour her memory by sharing these intimate moments with like-minded people. I know A won't mind as she took her own life in -98, two years after we met for the first time. She was a world-class sex kitten and I miss her.

END