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Suhani woke up to find her herself cuddled comfortably in her sleeping husbands arms. She looked at his face and admired his handsome features. His face had the stubble of a days worth of a beard that gave his face that rugged looked her liked. She resisted the urge to run her finger over his face as to not wake him up. Taking a deep breath of his aroma, she snuggled up closer to him, and thought of last night. A night filled with passion, and love. A night when their love for each other unleashed an unbridled lust that just refused to be quenched. She thought of the many orgasms that had ripped through her and felt a shiver run up and down her spine. She thought of the sweet nothings and sexy encouragements Ankit kept whispering to her throughout the night and felt herself blush. Yes, she loved her sex as much as her husband and he loved her more and more for it.

At 25, Suhani was in the prime of her sexual life with no intention of slowing down. She and Ankit enjoyed an extremely fulfilling sex life, making love at least 5 times a week. Her husband always encouraged her sex drive and both enjoyed a very fulfilling and at times adventurous sex life. Ankit loved Suhani’s willing to try new things, and explore the boundaries of pleasure as much as possible. Ankit had been afraid that Suhani might end up like a typical conservative Indian wife because of the way their courtship had been, but was happy to learn that he had hit the jack pot! Suhani was dynamite in bed.

Suhani smiled as thoughts of last night continued in her mind and started to reminisce of how it all started. How she took her first steps into her world of sexual explorations. She was 20 and fresh out of college. She had landed a respected position and for once she had time to think about life outside her books and schooling. She started making more friends and meeting new people, going to parties, and social gathering. She saw people around her getting into relationships, but chose not to get into one herself though it was not for lack of opportunities. Suhani was a looker, at little over 5′ 6″, she was slim and fair which long flowing dark hair. Regular exercise kept her waist trim and her hourglass figure was often envied by women around her. Suhani was a head strong girl with strong convictions who didn’t want to get into a relationship for the wrong reasons. If nothing else, she was an Indian woman with her set of values. However, Suhani was also a young woman and time was going by, they needs were making themselves more and more aware of themselves.

One night after coming back from a club with her friends, Suhani was in a rather high mood. Some of her friends had come with their boyfriends and girlfriends and as the night went on, they had retreated into corners for some rather intimate encounters. Seeing them had stirred certain desires in Suhani and had left her feeling unusually horny the rest of the night at the club. She got home and dressed for the night in the pajama bottoms and t shirt. She tried to sleep but couldn’t do so as the images of her friends locked in a passionate embrace kept flashing in front of her.

Waking up Suhani turned on her laptop computer and on an unknown whim, started reading some erotic stories. As she read she felt her face and her body slowly get hot. The story was about a couple’s first sexual union, and as the two couples were making love, Suhani hand slowly crept inside and pants and started to rub her crotch over her panties. As the story couple’s lovemaking became more and more passionate, Suhani slipped her hand under her panties and was shocked to find her pussy very wet.

This was the first time Suhani had felt her pussy in a sexual way and felt her lips very slippery to touch. She was a novice and had no idea that she was doing. She slowly started rubbing her finger up and down her wet slit and felt tingling of pleasure that she had never felt before. However, this was soon too much for her, and she stopped abruptly and felt into an uncomfortable sleep.

The next morning Suhani had met with her best friend Medhavi for lunch. As Suhani walked into the café, Medhavi got up and hugged her.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, “It’s been too long ya!”

“Yea,” Suhani exclaimed with equal enthusiasm, “too long. How’ve you been?”

“Oh you know me,” Medhavi replied, “When I’m not seeing patients, I’m always doing something or another. These days I’m learning how to swim.”

“But you were always afraid of the water!”

“Yea I know,” Medhavi said, “But its great exercise and you know, we’ve got to give the body what it needs.”

“Yea I know that.” Suhani said, with just a bit off-color tone.

“What?” Medhavi asked. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well,” Suhani stammered, “I don’t know. It’s a bit embarrassing.” She added with a whisper.

“I’m listening,” Medhavi said.

Medhavi had always been the more confident and in-touch with the world person. She was well aware of who she was, and believed in her independence. While she was not a feminist and respected the woman’s position in the family and in the “man’s” world, she was also not one of those who let her gender hold her back from life’s experiences. She was a doctor by profession and a gynecologist by passion.

“Ok, well,” Suhani leaned closer and whispered, “I had an interesting experience last night.”

Medhavi cleaned closer as well, clearly intrigued. “Do tell..”

“To make a long story short, I think I masturbated last night.” Suhani blurted out in embarrassment.

Medhavi looked at her for a full minute before breaking into a very wide smile. “Lovely dear, congrats! How was it?”

“Confusing,” Suhani replied honestly.

“Not the answer I was expecting, but at least it’s honest.” Medhavi said straightening back up. “So what’s the confusing part?”

“I mean I don’t know, is this normal. Do women do this? Is it ok, what do you do, how far do you do, oh I don’t know anything.” Suhani said exasperatedly.

“Ok, ok, I completely understand.” Medhavi said soothingly. “Here have some water before you get out of breath. Now listen to me”

“Ok” Suhani said as she sipped her water.

“Listen careful because this is important,” Began Medhavi. “I want you to know that you are a young and healthy woman with healthy being the more important of the two words. From their late teens to well into their forties women have a very healthy libido or sexual desire which actually equals that of men.”

“Really?” Suhani was surprised. “But men are so much hornier than women.”

“Yes and no,” explained Medhavi. “Women as just as horny as men, but as you very well know we live in a society where a woman who displays any sexual interests is branded to have a loose character, most of the women simply resign to their fate and just subdue their natural feelings. They feel that when they get married their husband will fulfill their sexual needs.”

“That seems like a good idea,” Said Suhani. “What’s wrong with that?”

“On the surface, absolutely nothing,” Replied Medhavi. “But if you think about it, there are two things that are VERY wrong with it. The first is that until a woman gets married, she must suffer through her sexual frustrations which can result in her having trouble concentrating, focusing, make her moody, and actually potentially cause hormonal imbalances. It’s also an excellent stress reliever. This is why if you think about it, in old days girls were married at an early age. There was wisdom to their actions.”

“Nowadays, girls are married later in life, “continued Medhavi, “and the result is the delays of their sexual needs.”

“Ok, I can accept that,” Said Suhani thoughtfully. “So what’s the second wrong thing is waiting for marriage?”

“The second thing,” Said Medhavi carefully “is that the woman is giving complete power of her sexual gratification to her husband. While that’s all Sati Savitri and all, but it’s also a big gamble. While every man will claim to be a stud in bed, let’s face it, the truth is something else. Men come is all different lengths and sizes, and not all of them are enough for a woman. Not everyman can go long enough before a woman is satisfied and this ends up in more frustrations for her. Some men have never heard of the word foreplay, and the list goes on.”

“So a woman, who relies completely on her husband for her sexual needs, is in reality taking a very big gamble in life.”

“So what’s the solution?”

“Exactly what you did last night!” said Medhavi with authority.

“Hmmm,” Suhani thought about it for a second and then asked “What about virginity?”

“What about it?” asked Medhavi in return

“You know…the hymen?” Suhani said in an embarrassed whisper. “What if something happens to it, what it gets damaged or breaks. How will I prove I’m a virgin on my wedding night?”

“On my God!” sighed Medhavi. “What century are you living in dear? Wake up!”

Suhani just looked at her with a sheepish _expression, looking like a little girl instead of a grown independent she actually was.

“Ok, first virginity only means that you have never had sexual intercourse with a man,” said Medhavi. “No more no less. Second, as far as proof is concerned, the hymen was proof was virginity once again in the olden days when girls just sat at home and did nothing. Today girls and women lead very active lives, and take parts in various physical activities including sports. The hymen can be stretched and broken by any physical activity often without a woman’s knowledge. So the absence of a hymen DOES NOT mean a woman has a loose character.”

Suhani did not seem convinced, “but what if he asks about it?”

“Be truthful,” said Medhavi. “Better yet, ask him if he can prove his virginity! Marriage is about trust, not about a small piece of skin. If he doesn’t trust you, then why does he expect you to trust him? If he can’t prove his virginity then he shouldn’t be asking you to do it either”

“Also anything you should keep in mind,” added Medhavi. “Almost every man masturbates, and some doing quiet frequently and many admit it. So if it’s ok for men to masturbate, why should there be a double standard for women? Something to think about, huh?”

Again Suhani was silent. She saw Medhavi looking at her like a teacher looks at a student after the end of a lesson.

“Does it hurt? You know when it breaks?” Suhani asked tentatively.

“Unfortunately, it does.” Medhavi nodded her head. “It’s one of the things we women have to put up with. Sometimes the pain is accompanied by droplets of blood but that’s only during the first few moments”

“So why do it?” Suhani raised her eyebrows. “I mean I can just concentrate on the outside now, and when I’m married let him break it.”

“Well that’s your personal choice, if you want to give him that responsibility.” Replied Medhavi the doctor again. “But since he’s isn’t connected to you, he wont know how you are feeling and may not be able to understand your pain at that moment. I know a lot of my patients were scarred emotionally and some physically because their men didn’t wait for them to be ready. And, you really can’t blame the men either; they are probably horny out of their minds at that moment.”

“So then it’s better to do it yourself?” Suhani pressed on.

“I can’t tell you that, as I said it’s a personal choice.” Medhavi said. “What I can tell you is that once the hymen is broken, it literally opens the door to a whole new world of sexual exploration and pleasure. Your masturbation experiences increase tremendously and are a lot more fulfilling.”

Suhani was silent for a long while, and Medhavi did not break this silence to allow her friend to absorb the information she had given her best friend.

“Do you do it?” Suhani finally asked.

“Of course,” said Medhavi, her tone much more like a friend not than a lecturer. “Not only that, so do a lot of the women I know. Even my patients, some of the married ones too, have admitted to me that they masturbate, and it’s something I have always encouraged from a woman as well as a doctor’s point of view. Like everything else, just don’t over do it.”

“So how do you do it?” Suhani asked tentatively. “I mean not just you specifically, but in general, you know women.”

“Well what did you do yesterday?” Medhavi asked in her doctor’s voice again.

“I just touched on the outside, and felt very wet and slippery. I felt good, then I just stopped.” Suhani said turning a bit red.

“Ok you are on the right track.” Medhavi replied. “The best advice is to do what your feel is natural. Your body will make its needs very aware to you, just listen to it and let the sensations take you the rest of the way.”

“Sounds very simple.” Said Suhani.

“It is,” agreed Medhavi, “simple and natural.”

“And your hymen? Did you…you know?”

“Yup,” Medhavi replied and after a moments’ silence added, “I did it myself.”

“What did you use?” Suhani asked with intrigue.

Medhavi just smiled and just raised her hand and gently moved her middle finger.

“Thanks” said Suhani and got up to hug her best friend.

“You are very welcome madam,” smiled Medhavi and then added with a twinkle in her eye “By the way, you will love your first orgasm!”

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the two friends catching up on old times. They gossiped, they laughed, and they just chatted the hours away like two women. All the while though Suhani kept thinking about everything Medhavi had said, and the more she should about it the more it made sense. Why should she limit her explorations? She couldn’t think of a single logical reason. She was young, and she had needs. Last night her body had made her very aware how strong those needs were. Now she was going to take care of herself.

That night Suhani took a hot bath before bed and got into her comfortable t shirt and pajama bottoms and got into bed. Unsure of how to start, she decided to take the popular approach and logged into the internet. She did an internet search and found some adult pornographic websites. She downloaded some porn videos and started watching them. However, she did not find them arousing at all. Being of a very romantic nature, she found the lack of romance in the videos more of a turn off and turn on.

Being an avid reader, Suhani decided to look for adult stories like the one she had read the previous night and found several websites which had what she was looking for. She read through a few stories and felt the familiar sensations of arousal awakening in her body. After a while she came across a particularly well written story that was not only erotic but had all the romantic interludes that simply melted Suhani and ignited her own passions.

The lovers in the story were had harbored a secret desire for each other though kept it hidden. Through a series of unfortunately (or fortunate) events their love for each other became apparent and finally when the two lovers embraced in passion, Suhani’s mind got lost in them. The lovers kissed each other passionately and Suhani looked at them as if it was happening right in front f her eyes. The lovers caressed each other giving into their desires. They undressed each other with the impatience that only true lovers have experienced, moaning each others names, louder and louder, aching to feel each other, to consummate their love in the purest sense.

Suhani started picturing in her mind their naked bodies naked bodies engaged in a variety of sexual acts. She squirmed in her bed, her crotch getting wet, her mouth was partly open, and her breathing was causing her mouth to dry. Her nipples felt like they were trying to rip through her bra and the crotch of her pajama bottoms was actually dripping wet. Suhani’s breasts were a perfect 34 which filled her bra’s C-cups quiet nicely. Her nipples her brown in color but were a start contrast to her fair skin. Her nipples were also an object of pride for her as they were uncommonly large and made her breasts look even more appealing. Her areolas were almost two inches in diameter and when hard, her nipples stood out almost most two centimeters. Often Suhani wore padded bras to ensure that the sudden hardening of her nipples in public did not cause her too much embarrassment by becoming prominent.

As the action in the story heated up, she slowly began to play with her breasts. She lifted her t-shirt, opened her bra, and gently started massaging her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, stopping every once in a while to rub her nipples. Every time the woman in the story had her nipple sucked, Suhani unconsciously pinched her nipples with her thumb and forefinger.

Suhani’s panties were soaked through. She was so much wetter then she’d ever been as a result of one of her dreams or thoughts. It felt like the panties crotch was trying to crawl up her pussy, pressing tighter as her pussy lips swelled around it from arousal. She reached down to try to pull it out and shivered as she made contact with her stiffening clit, sending a jolt from her pussy to the pit of her stomach and the tips of her nipples. The slightest movement made her pussy twitch. Suhani kept her pubic hair semi-trimmed and at this particular moment they were longer than usual. The hairs were adding to her arousal as they tickled her clit through her panties.

As the couple in the story began their love making in earnest, Suhani completely stripped down, dropping her clothes in a pile in front of her. Her nipples got even harder as the cool air hit them, and she moaned softly as she teased her nipples with the tip her finger again. She trembled as strong sensations overpowered her, traveling from her tits to all the way down to her pussy. Involuntarily, she opened and closed her legs rapidly. Slowly she moved her hand down her stomach, lower it further till she could feel the heat on her fingertips and then finally pressing her middle firmly against her clit.

“Oh God!” She groaned, unprepared for the intense feeling of pleasure it caused

Carefully, she teased it again, softer this time but gradually increasing the pressure, until she was moaning in short gasps. Suhani’s pussy was a hot, glistening, swollen split between her legs. She continued to rub her finger up and down her clit and every time she brought her finger back her, her clit got wet with her own juices. She pressed her wet fingertip on her swollen clit and gently moved her fingertip in slow circles around it. This sensation was mind boggling and she could feel the pressure starting to increase in her loins down to the pit of her stomach.

Suhani closed her eyes and spread her pussy lips open gently with her index and ring finger while rubbing her middle finger around her pussy hole. She started to move her hips slowly to meet her finger and gently slid the tip of the finger into her pussy. She was lost in her desire as she moved her finger in and out slowly, parting her pussy for the first time. She was not surprised when her finger met resistance just past the entrance. She pushed a little harder, but still couldn’t move it any further. Her pussy started to hurt, but her lust was urging her in further.

Not wanting her pleasure to end, Suhani spread her legs further, moved her knees up and slid her finger in and out frantically as much as it went. Then taking a deep breath, she gave a hard thrust and her finger finally pushed deeper. The immense pleasure was accompanied immediately with a sharp pain unlike she’d ever felt before. She squeezed her eyes tight as the room began to spin, the pain a dull ache deep in her groin, afraid to continue her movements.

When it subsided, Suhani gingerly eased the finger out and examined it. She was initially alarmed when she noticed that it was coated with a thin reddish sheen. But remembering what Medhavi had told her, Suhani calmed down and wiped her finger with a napkin. She was still very horny and the pressure in her pussy was far from easing, she returned her finger back to her pussy and rubbed her clit again.

He sat quietly for several minutes drinking his water, back to the reality of now, today. Gina looked at him sorrowfully. He asked her how she ended up in prison, she just said it was a long story and sat back looking at his sweet kind handsome face. He informed her that he had no where to go this evening and that he would be free to hear her tale. She objected again, smiling but he didn”t push it, she would tell him when she was ready.

The gunfire was getting less and less all the time. An occasional shot would ring out in the distance. Max noticed people working on the barrier down the street. They were moving it in, reducing the arena size, squeezing everyone together. They would help the last two combatants find each other if they had too. They would sweep a block and move the barrier up that block. Soon they would have the size down to nothing and whoever was left would have no where to go but at each other. Dirty bastards.

Max knew he and Gina weren”t the last two, if they had been then who was firing the shots? He rested in the knowledge that he had time to work out his problem. He watched his little angel sip her water and munch on wafers. She was so beautiful, just like…he hadn”t told her that part of his life, why he had taken to her so quickly. The fact that she reminded him of her…? Here come those tears again.

The barriers were once again glowing in the night. They had moved them in closer in all directions. Anyone caught in the move was just shot on sight. They didn”t care if anyone was standing at the end. Max heard about one tournament that ended when a drone shot two combatants caught in the barrier sweep. The siren sounded. Everyone looked at each other shrugged their shoulders and packed up and went home.

Gina wrapped the neck of a wine bottle the way she had seen Max do it and handed it to him. He took it and broke it the way he had yesterday. While he was at it he opened the other one and strained it also. Soon they had one water bottle full and another almost half full. They sipped the wine each from their own bottle. She had the half full one. She huddled up next to him and laid her head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for saving me. I would have never made it without you. I would have been dead a long time ago.” She said taking another sip and looking into his eyes.

There was just enough moonlight and red glow to illuminate their faces. He took a long swig off his bottle and looked down at her. This might very well be the most romantic setting he had ever been in. What a thought. In the middle of hell and here he was thinking about romance with this honey. She stuck her hand under his shirt claiming she was cold. Her hand verified the fact on Max”s chest. He jumped when she touched him, her hand was frozen. He held her through his shirt and rubbed her hand. She was warming up in no time. He pulled a blanket over them. They were toasty in a little bit. They continued to drink their wine. Gina”s was empty soon and Max poured some of his in her bottle. He dripped some on her belly and leaned down to pretend to suck it out of her shirt.

“We can”t afford to waste any of this stuff.” He said laughing softly, her belly was incredibly hard against his lips.

She sucked in at his touch. Her eyes closed and a warm smile spanned her lips. She laid back and giggled.

“Don”t do that.” She said looking at him now through sexy hot eyes.

“Oh, sorry I didn”t mean to…well, I won”t.” He was feeling a little embarrassed with himself.

She pressed her mouth against his shoulder and began to move her lips kissing his shirt warmly. He watched as she drew closer to him. She wrapped her arm around his stomach and continued to kiss his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and told her to stop.

“Max, I will most likely die tomorrow. Don”t let me die a…” She stopped.

“A virgin? Are you a virgin Gina?” He asked, almost proud of her.

“No…no, but well, please just…we only have this one night, maybe. Please.” She sighed into his shoulder.

She didn”t have to tell Max what she was wanting. He knew, he wanted it too. He wasn”t giving up on getting out of here alive but making love to Gina would almost be like making love to…to his wife again! She was Diane”s spitting image. His wife, Diane and his daughter Emily, had been killed in a car wreck many years ago. Max hadn”t loved anyone since. Gina was younger but they looked so much alike. She lifted her bottle to his lips, he drank it in. She sat the wine down and started rubbing his stomach gently. She was turning him on and cranking up the volume. He took her hand and pulled it away from his stomach. She fought him and soon her hand was under his shirt playing with the hair on his belly.

“Gina, please honey. We shouldn”t do this. Its not right. I mean I”m old enough to be your dad.” He said.

“Ok daddy. Do me.” She giggled.

“Regina Phillips, how could you say such a thing? Young lady I umm…” He tried to tell her no, she smothered his lips with hers and they melted into a hot wet wonderful kiss.

“Max, I don”t know what I am doing. I haven”t done this before.” She said as her hand slid down between his legs and fondled his swelling muscle through his pants. She was amazed at the size and it was growing with each stroke of her delicate little fingers.

Max slid down the wall lying flat on the floor and pulled Gina down on top of him. She kept her hand on his organ. He thought she was doing a great job for having never…?

“Gina, are you a virgin or not? You keep talking like you”re a virgin but you say you aren”t. What is it, are you or aren”t you?” He asked, confused.

“No…I”m not a virgin. Please Max, just make love to me, please.” She sighed, playing with this grown man was turning her on.

Max slipped his hand up the back of her shirt. She wasn”t wearing a bra. He guessed they hadn”t issued her one. Her skin was so soft and smooth. She began to writhe as he touched her. The more he massaged her the more she writhed and the harder she rubbed his crotch. He rolled her over so that he was looking down into her hot green eyes and pressed his lips hard against hers, opening his mouth as he kissed her. He brushed her lips lightly with his tongue, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to his. Soon she was thrashing beneath him wildly, this little thing was hot. The heat between her gorgeous hips was burning through his fatigues into his thigh. He wouldn”t let her cool down for quite some time.

He slipped her shirt off and leaned down to kiss her tender young breasts. They weren”t big, but they were perfect. They had the salty tang of several days sweat but Max soon licked her wet and they tasted as sweet as honey in his mouth. His hand was working its way down to the waist of her fatigues. He worked at the buttons until they were all undone. When he slid his hand in and cradled her cotton covered damp mound she began to moan and sigh heavily against his neck. He moved his mouth back to hers and kissed her hotly, her lips were malleable sweet female flesh. Her mouth was open to him and he explored her depths with his tongue as his fingers slipped inside the white cotton of her panties pressing forward to her next folds of moist female flesh. Her hot aroma filled the air, Max was burning inside like he hadn”t burned in years.

When his middle finger broke the crest of her bushy knoll she began to call his name and whisper yes in his ear. When he parted her lips with his index and ring fingers and searched out her clitoris she began to moan and sob with pleasure. He whispered in her ear to be as quiet as she could. She sighed that she was sorry but he was making her feel so good she couldn”t help it. He stopped long enough to pull one of the nearby robes to her mouth and told her to bite down on this if it got to be too much, or he could stop if she thought he needed to.

She sucked the robe into her mouth and pushed his hand back down between her legs shaking her head no telling him not to stop. Once more he had searched out and found her swollen hard bud and was massaging it feverishly and kissing her mouth despite the robe, her hot breath rushing out her nostrils and heating his cheek. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by the robe. As he slid his fingers down her slit and into her velvet jewel she began to quiver in his arms. He crossed the two fingers inside her and twisted his wrist as he stroked her length, massaging her clit with his thumb. Her whole body was shaking, her muscles tensing like piano strings. She stuffed the robe deep into her mouth as the flood of orgasmic juice flowed from her body, she sank her nails into his back. She was taking deep breaths and sobbing gently as the wave subsided. His hand was soaked. He took the robe and wiped her off. She lay there in a daze, unable to concentrate on anything but the past few minutes. Finally, she broke the silence.

“What…did…what did you…do to me? That was…I have never felt anything like…oh Max, you”re so good. What you just did to my body that was so amazing. They can kill me now, I have seen it all.” She sighed, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

He began to kiss down her chest. He licked at her nipples already swelling from her orgasm. They just stiffened more as he dealt with them. He stopped his tongue on the evil chip over her heart. He didn”t linger there long, this night was for love. Concern would come in the morning. He placed her hand on her nipple as he kissed down her belly. She took over where his sweet wet mouth had left off, but she realized that sweet wet mouth had other places to be. Then it struck her what he was about to do. His lips were caressing her belly button and slowly drifting to her bush. She sat up suddenly.

“Max, no don”t do that.” She said her breath turning hot and sultry again.

“Why not Gina?” He stopped where he was and looked up at her.

“Max…I haven”t bathed in…I don”t remember my last bath, or shower or any cleaning up. Please don”t.” She begged him.

“Gina, you are wonderful. Don”t let a little thing like that stop us for fulfilling ourselves.” He begged her back, anxious to send her where he knew cunnilingus would send her.

“But Max…I must be so nasty by now.” She pleaded now.

He knew he could have his way with her but he would compromise this situation. He took a robe and doubled it and laid it under her hips. He took a bottle of water and holding his fingers at her opening he poured the water in. It was cool but felt painfully cold against her burning flesh. She bit down on the robe as hard as she could. After he had filled her and rinse her several times he took the wine. He repeated this cleansing with the wine as well. Soon the treatment he was giving her was heating her up more. Her thoughts were lost in his touch. He pulled the wet part of the robe from beneath her, and returned her to the blanket.

Soon his mouth was back at her belly button and continuing down its appointed path. When he laid between her thighs she opened wide allowing him into her most private place. No one had ever done this to her. She had wondered but didn”t know about cunnilingus. She was about to find out.

His hot mouth released his breath against the sensitive flesh of her exposed moist lips. The sensation was new to her and she loved it, it was Max at her now, and she loved it. She put her fingers in her mouth and slowly sucked them, her other hand massaged her breasts lovingly. She had experience as far as playing with her own body was concerned. She hoisted her hips toward his mouth begging him to kiss her. Whenever she rose he would pull away and kiss her inner thighs almost up to her lips, she would moan her displeasure and anxiety. He wanted her so crazed when he finally kissed her that she would come completely unglued and he didn”t care how many pieces she fell into.

The last time she hunched up to his mouth and he pulled away she moaned loudly and he quickly pressed his tongue between her wanton horny lips. She melted back down on the blanket, his touch stealing her breath. She was biting her fingers and pulling and pinching her nipples furiously. He was licking the length of her slit, it was hot and wet. His tongue bathed her clit with his saliva as he massaged it roughly. The taste of the wine lingered inside her. She was delicious, he loved it. Soon his tongue was stabbing in and out of her as fast as he could work it, she was hunching against his mouth just as fast.

When he couldn”t stand it any longer he rose to his knees and unfastened his pants. She grabbed for the buttons to help. She couldn”t wait to feel him inside her. He pulled his pants and underwear off as she took hold of him. She couldn”t believe how big he was. A sudden fear rushed through her mind.

“Max, be gentle with me!” She said, breathing heavily.

Her words brought back a loving but painful memory. Those were Diane”s exact words on seeing him naked for the first time. Their wedding night. She had cringed as he approached her on the bed. She was in some pain that night but she grew to love and cherish his manhood and she showed him that love often. He pushed the memories aside and returned to his present baby.

“Max? Ok, be gentle? Ok?” She repeated.

“Yes, baby, of course I will be gentle. I would never hurt you, never Di…” He caught himself before her name escaped his lips.

“Die? What? Max, what?” She asked, her mind reeling.

He laid down on top of her and guided his massive tool to her wet juicy wonder. She forgot what she was saying and what he had said. Her undivided attention was on the stretching flesh of her vagina as he pushed his head between her tight lips. Her desperate moan caused him to stop.

“Gina, are you ok?” He asked with labored breath.

“Yes, don”t stop. I”m ok, just don”t stop, don”t worry just do it to me, please Max.” She whispered, stroking his hair wildly.

The first two inches brought her next deep moan. She placed the robe back between her teeth. She drew her thighs up with the next several inches. Her moans turned to squeals of pained pleasure. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around his neck he couldn”t move away from her if he had wanted to. He drove his gorged penis into her as gently as he could. He stroked her with the inches that were in her and let her get used to it for awhile, the sensation was all too good for him. As she seemed to adjust to his size he would slip another inch into her. Soon she was sighing deeply at each new length of fresh meat. She ran her hands down his body and grabbed his buttocks and pulled him into her. He pulled his wet tool out of her to its head and with one quick stabbing thrust he buried it to the hilt inside her. Her back arched crazily against his chest. The long moan she released from deep within sounded like her dying breath. She sucked air back into her lungs and quickly released a second passionate moan like Max had never heard. She was fighting to keep quiet. He just hoped no one else heard her.

He began to hunch her softly so worried that he would hurt this delicate budding flower. After all it wouldn”t do to lose any of the petals of this sweet rose. He planned on digging in this flower bed often. He was stroking her as gently as he could considering the depth and sized differences between them. She was settling into the rhythm with him, they made love like one. His every move coinciding with hers.

He knew she was where he wanted her when she tucked her arms to her sides barely holding on to him with her fingernails. The quaking started deep inside her again. He could feel her tunnel texture turn rough. It was as if the walls of her vagina had turned into budding tentacles and were reaching out to caress his hard peter. The friction built as her juice shot forth and bathed his thrusting tool. The heat in her body was a staggering. It was burning his meat. The sensation was more than he could stand. He joined her in biting the blanket as his penis convulsed and flooded her stuffed cave with his thick sticky cum. It jumped and fired inside her over and over again making her orgasm that much hotter and wilder. She had never imagined anything feeling like this. How could you imagine such a wonder? He slowly came to a stop. She could feel his shrinking manhood throb inside her. Neither of them spoke for a long time. There was nothing to say, they had both said it all.

Max rolled off Gina and once more wiped her genitalia with the robe, then cleaned himself. He was so loving and kind in his actions. She just laid there and watched him take care of her. She pet his head as he wiped her clean. She sighed as he fell back on top of her and pulled the other blanket over them. He used some of the robes to add to their warmth. Their vests served as a pillow. He held her for a long time, stroking her hair and her back, the feel of her naked well loved body against his was awesome. They took time to climb down and find a suitable place to relieve themselves. When they got back to the comfort of the tower and cuddled back together, she began to tell her story.

…She had run away from home at seventeen. Her stepfather was getting too friendly with her and she couldn”t make him stop. One night he came into her room. She woke to him touching her privates. He had his hand under the covers and inside her nightgown touching the bush between her legs. She started to scream and he left, but she knew he would be back. She was gone the next day, her mother wouldn”t believe her. Gina had to help herself. She moved in with a girlfriend. Gina got a job and they rented a two bedroom apartment. Gina knew her friend did drugs socially, her boyfriend liked it so she went along with him. Gina stayed away from the drugs. She was just glad to be in a safe environment away from her stepfather.

One night Gina woke to hear her roommate coming home. Gina got up and put her robe on and went to join her. There was a strange man going through the cabinets in the kitchen. Gina startled, he looked at her. She asked what he was doing, he just kept looking through the cabinets. Soon he turned to her holding two small bags, one of marijuana and one of some kind of pills. He accused Gina of owning the drugs, she denied it and told him it was her roommates. He walked toward her and she backed away from him telling him they were not her drugs. She lived here but they didn”t belong to her. Her roommate and boyfriend had been busted but Gina didn”t know it at the time. The man kept creeping toward her. She went back into her room and shut the door. He pushed it open knocking Gina back toward her bed.

Soon the man had her knees up against the edge of the bed, she dropped back on it. She had a robe on over a mid-thigh nightgown. He asked her if she wanted to take her clothes off or go to jail? She couldn”t believe what she was hearing. He slipped his coat off and asked her again, he had a gun in a shoulder holster under his coat. Gina just laid there watching this over weight slob take his clothes off. When he was naked he climbed onto the bed with her and put his hand up her gown. She tried to crawl away. She was pushed up in the corner but he just kept coming at her. He wasn”t much of a man. (Gina ran her hand down Max”s chest and brought it to rest on his limp wonderful muscle.) He weighed so much that she couldn”t do anything. He raped her, it didn”t take long. He was through doing his nasty deed and getting dressed in a little while. She lay there crying, looking at the blood between her legs. She was, or at least had been, a virgin.

She watched the guy leave and heard the front door close. She rolled on the bed and cried out loud. She looked down at the floor. His gun! It had fallen out. How could he have not noticed? He was studying her so intently he hadn”t noticed it slip from the holster? Dumb fat slob, she thought. She got out of bed and picked up the gun and looked at it. She could feel his disgusting cum mingled with her blood running down her thighs. The rage started to build inside her. She headed out of the apartment and into the street. With the gun she suddenly felt invincible. She looked in both directions as she hit the sidewalk. He was crossing the street at the intersection. She ran at him raising the gun. She screamed at him when she got to the intersection. He turned and looked at her, he was standing in the middle of the street. He laughed at her, started walking back to her and reached out to take his gun. She cocked the gun, it went off. She hadn”t meant to shoot him, it just went off. He got a startled look on his face and his mouth fell open. He dropped in the street like a sack of potatoes.

Gina had killed one of the cities favorite police captains. He had raped her. The public defender she got was a waste of time. The rape was obvious. The doctor said she had been assaulted and that the evidence showed that the captain was indeed responsible. Responsible?! He had raped her! Why couldn”t they just say it? He raped her! She killed her rapist and now she was on trial. She got eight years. The judge told her she was getting off light. Her lawyer didn”t say a thing as she stood there balling her eyes as they cuffed her and led her away. Her mother hugged her, her step dad leaned down and whispered in her ear that she should have stayed home and given it to him. She cried for days.

The warden in her prison asked her for sex for the next two and a half years. She wouldn”t give in. She had made some pretty good friends in prison, they took care of her the best they could. Then one day she was been given the job of stripping the old wax off the hall floor in front of the warden”s office. The foot traffic over the years had left it dull and dirty. They had given her some kind of toxic cleaner to use. She could barely breath around the stuff. She was unconsciously scrubbing the floor when her elbow hit the cleaner and sent the bottle flying. It bounced off the wall and poured out into the floor beside her. She wiped it off but the stuff was burning her legs. She rushed into the warden”s office and explained she needed to get to the showers and wash the stuff off. The warden led her to his private bath, she hopped in the shower stripping her dress off. She had on her bra and panties and her tennis shoes. She rinsed her legs until the burning stopped. They were red and stinging but there was no permanent damage. When she stepped out of the shower she noticed the warden had been watching her the whole time, he was holding her dress. The bulge in his pants told her what he was thinking. He took a towel and began to dry her. She tried to put her dress back on but he wouldn”t let her have it. She wasn”t going through this again. As he wrapped his filthy arms around her she looked dreamily into his eyes smiling at him and drove her knee into the bulge in his pants. He crumpled to the floor. The next day she was on her way W.A.R.S.…

She fell silent on Max”s chest. She caressed his face, her fingers stopped when she felt his wet cheek. He was crying, crying over her. She fell asleep next to him, nuzzling her nose to his side. He fell asleep wondering if Diane would approve of this little sweetheart, he certainly did.

Gina woke to see the blanket over Max standing up like a circus tent. She lifted the blanket and admired his manhood. What a wonderful lovely penis. She hadn”t gotten a good look at it last night in the dark. He hair was dark. The shaft was light brown and the spongy head a nice lighter tint of the same color. He was beautiful. His balls were tight and looked as solid as rocks. She looked up at him when she heard him sigh.

“Want some candy little girl?” He asked smiling.

“Umm.” She replied sleepily.

She took a swig of wine and swished it in her mouth and swallowed it. She took another mouthful and pressed her lips against his. He opened his mouth and let the wine flow from her into him. He swallowed it, closed his eyes and kissed her warmly. She sat back up and pulled the blanket off him, her eyes soaking in the amazing body lying at her fingertips. She lowered her lips to the head of his stiff penis and kissed it lovingly. His eyes flew open and he jerked her to him.

“No, no little one. There isn”t enough wine in the world to get that boy edible right now, too nasty.” He told her. “But you did me last night. I don”t care how nasty you are either.” She wanted to please him, she took the wine and started to pour it on him.

He pulled her over on her back and laid on top of her. He studied her gorgeous pink nipples and the small areolas that surrounded them. Her fiery red bush set his mind on fire. She was so hot, so beautiful, so nice. He smiled at his little angel and guided his head to her dry redheaded muffin, her thighs parted to let him in. He slowly massaged her pouty lips with his penis head. She was soon hot and getting very wet. She looked at him with hot horny eyes.

“Ok, whatever you want.” She mumbled.

“I want this.” Max said slipping her his first four inches.

She arched up to meet his thrust. Her eyes were turning to hot pools of melted green, her pink nipples budding into hard little spikes. She watched his eyes as he pushed another inch, and another and still another until he was fully inside her. It was easier today. She knew what to expect and she wanted it. He stretched her wide open to be sure but the pleasure was infinitely greater than the pain. She even thought that the pain was delicious because it was Max hurting her, she wanted to take the pain. His wonderful thick member was causing her great pleasure mixed with its delicate pain. Soon they were cuming and exploding into each other again.

When they had taken their fill of each other Max rolled her over on top of him, he felt their warm juices spill out onto his groin and streaming down his thighs. Gina sat up and looked at him lovingly. She looked around to view the day it was a great day it was…! Gina”s head slammed down on Max”s chest.

“Max, I don”t think we”re alone up here!” She whispered seriously in his ear.

Max tilted his head and looked at her concerned. “What? What do you mean honey?”

“I think there is someone in the other tower.” She whimpered, frightened.

Max eased her off his chest and laid her on the blanket. He sat up slowly and peeked over the wall. He didn”t see anything. He looked down at her and asked if she was sure. She was almost sure that she had seen something move in the other tower. Max looked back up. There was scurrying in the street. A head popped up in the other tower, Max dropped back down. He shook his head yes at Gina.

They got dressed and gathered their things the best the could lying flat on the floor. Max studied the situation in the street. Whoever was scurrying around wasn”t apparent. He took one of their last three rockets and pulled it to his shoulder. He told Gina they would go out over the roof. She moved to the back wall of the tower and got ready to go. Max stood up to get a good angle on the trajectory and fired. The blast in the neighboring tower knocked the man out of it. His flaming body flew to the street below. He landed with a thud. He was done for. Max grabbed Gina and headed over the wall. They had two rockets left.

When they got to the back of the church Max rushed down the fire escape to make sure the way was clear. When he was sure it was he motioned for Gina to follow. They were in the alley behind the church running away as fast as possible. The commotion was bound to draw a crowd if there was a crowd left.

Max looked down at Gina at his arm. “Where”s you Ultra honey?”

She looked her body up and down and looked back at him with an “oh damn” look on her face. He thought for a second. He noticed a basement entrance to another building. He pulled the double doors up and eased down the steps. It was clear. He waved Gina down.

“Stay here I will be right back.” He was afraid to leave her without a gun. He gave her his Ultra and he pulled his knife.

“No Max, you take the gun!” She begged him. He shook his head no, smiled at her and hit the alley. He was back inside the church soon. He was almost to the tower room door when he heard a thump and several things fall to the floor inside the room. He eased his head inside the door. There was some poor guy hanging upside down from the ladder. He had fallen and got stuck between the rungs. Max could tell his leg was really messed up if it wasn”t broken. He was harmless. His handgun lay in the floor. He decided the would take it and leave the guy to die in peace. DIE!? It hit him like a brick! Gina”s way out, his way out. HE HAD IT!

He rushed back to Gina and all but dragged her back to the church, she didn”t ask questions she just went. He stopped, breathing hard when they got to the door of the tower. He lifted her shirt and started to peel the chip off her chest. He stopped and looked at her like “here we go”. She stopped him and asked what he was doing.

“There”s a guy hanging on the ladder up there. He”s alive but just barely. When he dies, his chip…and your chip will die with him!” He looked at her.

Her eyes opened wide as the idea sunk in. Her mouth fell into a huge gaping smile. He had done it, her Max had solved the problem. She lifted her shirt to allow him to take her chip. He moved her as close to the door as he could without her seeing the mess inside. If his heartbeat through his thumb would keep her signal going long enough to get the chip transplanted on this guy Gina was in the clear. She could hide out somewhere and wait for all the hassle to end and later, simply walk out of this awful place.

Max peeled the chip carefully. He pressed his thumb to it as it came off her sweet lovely skin. He went through the door and looked up the ladder. He slowly eased up it. The guy reacted barely able to move. His lips were moving but Max couldn”t make out any intelligible words. Max pulled his shirt down to his neck. He pressed Gina”s chip next to his. He knew this was going to get nasty. He couldn”t allow the authorities to find a dead combatant with two chips on him. Max jumped off the ladder and returned to Gina”s side.

“Did it work?” She asked excitedly.

“I don”t know honey, but if they come for you…us, I won”t let them get you. We will go together.” He looked into her loving eyes.

Nothing happened for a long time. They looked at each other. Obviously the chip transfer worked. She hugged his neck and laughed out loud, cutting it short when she realized she was being too loud. He walked her to the back of the church. He gave her a hug and headed back into the sanctuary. She didn”t let go of his hand at once. He squeezed her fingers and she let him go. She touched her bare chest where the chip had been.

Max was up the ladder with the guy in a heartbeat. The back of his head was bleeding, his blood running down the ladder. Max took his knife from his boot. He pulled the guys head back and quickly dragged the knife across his throat, a gurgling hiss escaped the man”s gaping wound. Max jumped off the ladder, fell to his knees and hung his head. He looked back up finally and studied the man. He reached up and took his wrist, there were no signs of life. He gave it a few more minutes to make sure. Then he climbed back up the ladder and laid his ear against the guys chest. No heartbeat. If there was any life in the guy the chip would signal if he ripped it off. He was already out on a limb. He took Gina”s chip off with the blade of his knife and stuck it in his pocket.

He grabbed Gina and headed back out into the alley. They still weren”t out of this. Max had to find someone alive and get rid of his chip. He was almost sick at his stomach. It wasn”t in his nature to kill anyone. His growing love for Gina and her well being was driving him on. They made they”re way back down the alley. They were back in the basement when Gina touched Max”s chest, his chip was still there.

“Max, why didn”t you put your chip to?” She asked looking at him questioning.

“Well baby I have to…!” He said, closing his eyes with disgust and disbelief.

OH NO! He hadn”t thought it through, he hadn”t had the time. He just made the biggest mistake of his life. He was so concerned with Gina he didn”t think to put his chip on the guy too! MAX YOU DUMBASS!!!! Max had to clear his mind and forget it. He had to get to the next living guy and do it again. Max left Gina in the basement and returned to the alley. He crawled to the corner of the building. When he got just a few feet away a bullet impacted the wall facing the street a couple of yards above his head. He ducked back thinking the bullet had been aimed at him. To his surprise a shot ran out around the corner from Max. There was someone firing just around the corner from him! There were two guys shooting it out! Max stood up. If he could get the one across the street and knock this guy right around the corner out cold, he could put his chip on him and…he crept to the corner.

Just as he got there, the man shrunk around the corner and stared at him. This was Max”s chip recipient. He looked the guy in the eyes. He was shocked to see Max standing there. He raised his gun to fire. A bullet impacted the back of the guy”s head. He fell at Max”s feet, the back of his head was ripped and shredded, blood running out profusely. Then a shell hit Max”s lower leg. Max fell to his knees the pain was excruciating. He jerked his pants leg up. There was an entry wound on one side and several exit wounds on the other side. A couple of pieces of razor sharp plastic-like material jutted out. Max moaned at the pain. The guy across the street was screaming out loud. He had been hit too. Max started to head for him…!

WRRRRRRIILLLLLLLAAANNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!

THE SIREN! It was over! The guy died! Max lost his chance! The noise was so loud he couldn”t think. He turned to look at Gina! She sat there on the basement steps stunned. He raced back to her. They would be here for him any second. They didn”t have much time. He hugged her tight and kissed her hard.

“Gina, find a place to hide. Stay there until everyone is gone. They”ll be here soon. They can”t catch us together. They”ll kill you. Gina, if we make it out, meet me back here when…I don”t know when. If you hear I lived through everything, meet me back here at the church, just watch…we”ll know when.” He told her and kissed her one more time and headed out of the basement.

She grabbed his arm. He shook her off. “NooOOO! GINA…NO! You have to stay HERE! You have to stay alive! I will find you somehow! I know how to get out of this now! I will find you when I get out. I”ll be free after the next tournament. I will find you or we”ll meet back here or…oh Gina! Stay here, I HAVE to go now.” He screamed at her over the noise of the siren.

Tears were streaming down both their cheeks. She shrunk onto the floor and cried and screamed. He leaned down and put his hand over her mouth. She took hold of his hand. He had to tear his fingers from her grip.

“No, please Gina, stay quiet they could be just outside, be quiet…please live.” He begged her through wet eyes.

He hobbled out of the basement expecting to see a mob of guards. There was no one yet. The siren quit screaming. It was all quiet. Then Max heard the sound of a distant helicopter growing louder by the second. He looked back, Gina was lying on the steps of the basement reaching out to him, tears washing her face. She was torn between staying there and having a chance to see him again and rushing to his side and inviting their death and ending it all. At least they would die together.

The wind from the landing chopper was blowing Max”s hair wildly. They were putting down in the street in the intersection. He headed toward them, he couldn”t let them get close enough to see her. He looked back at her one more time.

“I LOVE YOU!” He cried out loud, hoping she could hear over the noise of the chopper.

Had she heard him? Does she know he loves her?

Her life was walking away from her. She was dying inside. Her guts were wrenching. “Max!” She sighed under her breath.

He looked back to see her mouth the words, “I love you”. She knew, she had heard him. Their bond was sealed. Max hurried to the guards headed to him feigning that he needed their help. He grabbed them around the shoulders and groaned.

“Did you just say you loved me?” The guard looked at Max angrily.

“No man, I just mean…I LOVE YOU MAN! I am so glad to see you guys. Get me the hell out of here.” Max said.

His leg was bad but he would live. He looked back to make sure she wasn”t following them, she wasn”t. They helped him into the chopper. As they lifted off a guard slid the door shut. Max stopped him and asked it he could watch the place as they left. The guard held the door open for him. He looked back to see the crumpled little figure lying on the concrete steps, one arm reaching above her head toward him. When he thought the guard might be looking her way, he grabbed him by the shoulder and pointed toward the body of the guy who shot him.

“That guy, that guy right there, he almost got me man. But I made it. I”m alive and he”s dead.” Max raised his pants leg to show the guard his wound.

All the guards gathered around looking. They had never seen an actual liquid shell wound before. Max watched Gina until they were out of sight. His big heart was breaking, tears streaming down his face. He lifted his shirt and asked the guard if he could get rid of this chip. The guard shrugged and said sure. He asked if he could keep it for a souvenir. The guard said whatever, the event was over, he didn”t care what Max did. He stuck the chip in his pocket. Then, as if he was having second thoughts he reached back into his pocket and tossed the chip out the door. The two chips floated to the ground parting in midair just as Max and Gina had parted for real. He watched where she had been lying as the guard shut the door. Max”s tears were pouring harder than ever. His anxiety to free her had cost him. Why wasn”t he thinking back there? He should be with her now!

“Hurts pretty bad huh?” The guard asked.

“Worse than you will ever know.” Max told him lying his head against the door sobbing uncontrollably, Gina on his mind. His freedom with hers had been just a heartbeat away and he missed it…

One tournament down!