Under the Moons of Mars

Both characters are over the age of eighteen.

I debated whether to put this under celebrities, I finally decided on sci-fi.

Edgar Rice Burroughs would have a stroke, but he is already dead.

Enjoy.

John Carter

I am John Carter. I wish to record one my most cherished memories. I have seen many wonderful things in my life and have had many strange adventures. Much of which had been published by my favorite nephew.

This memory is very special and also very private. I will not give this to Burroughs for publication. In fact, I am writing it in English, so that no one here will be able to read it.

After the combined forces of Helium and Thark defeated Zodanga and freed Helium from their vicious siege, the celebration went on for hours. Finally, pleading exhaustion I retired to my quarters in my future father-in-law's palace. As soon as I lay down, I fell into a deep sleep.

During the night, I was awakened by a furtive sound outside the door of my quarters. My many years of military experiences had heightened my senses so that the slightest hint of danger would propel me from sleep into a readiness for whatever danger might lurk. I heard the barely audible sound of the door to my quarters being cautiously opened.

Quietly as possible, I reached under the sleeping silks and grasped my trusty short-sword. I heard the soft sound of bare feet tiptoeing across the marble floor. I gripped my sword, readying it to defend my life, when I heard the sound of the dearest voice I know, and a soft hand touched my shoulder.

"John Carter, my love" my betrothed whispered.

I sprang to my feet and embraced her. I could feel her dear form under her robe of soft fur.

"Dejah Thoris, is there something wrong? Why have you come to me at this hour?"

I asked. She put her fingers to my lips to silence me. She then replaced the fingers with her lips in a tender, but somehow fiery kiss.

She broke the kiss then spoke softly, "there is a tradition among the women of my mother's family to visit their beloved soon after their betrothal. It was passed down to me by my mother and her mother. It is against Barsoomian custom, but they raised me to walk the path of a different custom. I was trained to hold myself equal to any man, including my husband. I am here to show that my love and desire are the same as yours. I am here to claim your body as mine and to give my body as yours. Make love to me, John Carter."

With that she let her robe slip off her shoulders and onto the floor. I could see her sweet form in the faint light shining through the balcony from the courtyard below. Her graceful curves were the most beautiful sight these eyes had ever seen.

She stepped forward again, and took me in a tight embrace. Her flowery scent filled my nose. She lay her head against my chest. Her ebony tresses flowed hung down partially concealing her. But the sensation of her firm breasts pressed against me began to arouse my animal nature. My manhood began to swell against her firm belly. I tried to pull away hoping that she would not notice. But she leaned against me more firmly, pressing her stomach against it. She reached her

hands behind my neck and pulled me

down to her lips.

The fire from the earlier kiss was even hotter now. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Then she pressed her lips against mine even more hungrily. She moved her upper body slightly grinding her hard nipples against me. I slid my hands down and gripped the firm flesh of her behind, squeezing each half globe gently, but firmly.

"Oh, John Carter, I have never had feelings like this. I never have felt anything like your body against mine. Do with me whatever you wish, I am your completely yours." She whispered hoarsely.

Dejah Thoris

John Carter has asked me to write down my memories of our first time together as a man and a woman. It is one of my favorite memories, perhaps second to the hatching of our son Carthoris.

Once the celebration of victory resolved itself into drunken warriors bragging of their prowess, I kissed my father and mother good night and slipped away to my rooms.

John Carter had already bid his leave and had gone to his quarters. My serving girl had already retired and was asleep on a divan just outside of my sleeping chamber.

Remembering my mother's mother telling me of the family tradition of the women not waiting for a ceremony to consummate their marriage, I realized that tonight might be my best Iopportunity.

I stripped off all my finery from earlier and covered my nakedness with only a robe. Wandering the hallways of the palace as a child, I had familiarized myself with all of its turns and secret pathways. Thus, I was able to find my way, avoiding any servants or palace guards.

Soon I found myself outside my destination. As quietly as I could, I opened the door and tiptoed into the room. By the light coming from the courtyard, I could see the shape of the bed against the back wall. Trying to move as quietly as a Sorak, I crossed the room to where my love lay sleeping. As I reached the bedside I whispered his name and lay my hand on his shoulder to awaken him. He jumped up from the bed and put his arms around me pulling me against him tightly.

"What is wrong?" he asked, turning my face up to his in a hungry kiss.

I explained my family tradition and summoning my courage asked him to make love to me. I left my robe fall off, revealing myself openly. I took him in an embrace and we exchanged more kisses. I felt his strong body against mine, which elicited feeling that I had never experienced before. I sometimes felt a warmth when we had kissed in the past, but that was a shadow compared to the bright light of passion that surged through me. The tips of my bosom hardened against his flesh. I felt his male member rise against me. I felt tingling through me body, especially in my most private area. I could feel moisture seeping from my secret opening and even a drop roll down my leg. I pressed against him, feeling his manhood grow even longer and harder. I felt faint at the idea of taking something so large into me, but also amazingly excited by it. He reached down and put his hands on the backside squeezing it deliciously. I told him that I had never felt anything like this and begged him to take me

as his mate.

John Carter

I lifted Dejah Thoris gently on to the bed and leaned over her. I took my hands and gently opened her legs. I got to my knees and inhaled the exhilarating scent of her womanhood.

Remembering something I had learned in a house of dubious repute in Mangalore, I bent down and began to use my lips and tongue to pleasure her. At first, she let out a gasp which quickly turned into a whimper. I continued to explore the folds of her cunny, using her moans as a guide to what she found most pleasant. Like everything else about her, I found her taste quite delicious. My tongue found the little nub hiding under her mound. This brought out a little scream. I felt her begin to shake and her hips began to grind against my face, burying it into the soft hair of her groin. Soon she began to cry out unintelligibly as she reached an overwhelming climax.

I got into the bed beside her and held her as she shivered with pleasure. Once more we began kissing deeply, savoring the other's tongue.

After a few moments she regained herself. She moved down and took my penis into her hand. She stroked it gently, which caused me to moan in pleasure. Then I was shocked when she began to kiss the tip and lick around the mushroom head. She was spurred on by my gasp to take the end into her mouth and work it between her lips. I could not help but moan as she took more into her mouth.

"Watch your teeth!" I cried as I felt them against the sensitive skin. She teased me by letting me feel her teeth slide along me length.

"I like the way you taste," she said after she took it out of her mouth."

Knowing I was approaching my release, I lifted her head up until I could reach her lips. We exchanged more passionate, wet kisses. I then began to kiss her neck and

shoulders. Next I bent down to kiss and

suck at her nipples and her breasts. I could almost take all of her firm pap into my mouth. I could hear her begin to breathe heavily. I fondled and mouthed her breasts until she began to pant and moan. I rolled onto my back and guided her leg over me until she was straddling my hips.

"Gently lower yourself on to me," I told her, as I guided myself between her slippery lower lips. "That way works best for the first time."

My tip found her opening and I supported her as she began to impale herself on my member. The tip slipped in and she let out a little cry and froze.

"Wait until you are ready to take more," I encouraged her. "We are in no hurry."

She caught her breath and lowered herself a little more before stopping again. It took some time, but eventually she had taken my entire length. I began to use my hands to move her hips back and forth slowly to let her adapt to the feeling.

Soon she had taken over and was bouncing up and down letting my manhood slide in and out of her. She found a rhythm that seemed to give her the most pleasure. Shortly, she began to cry out as another climax began to ravage her slim body. I felt the burning in my groin which foreshadowed my own climax.

When she arched her back and screamed my name, I rolled her onto her back and mounted her from above.

Soon, I couldn't hold back any longer, filling her with my hot spunk.

I held her and showered her with little kisses until she was again able to speak.

"Oh John Carter, by all my ancestors, has another woman ever had a lover like you." My softening member slipped out of her and I rolled off her onto the bed. We lay there in each other's arms talking about our future together. Eventually we dozed off.

Dejah Thoris

John Carter lifted me and laid me down among the sleeping silks and furs.

He put his hands on my knees and pushed them apart, opening me like

I never had been before. The touch of his hands was exciting enough. Then he kneeled between my legs and pressed his face to my dampening garden. Thrills of shock and desire ran through me. My grandmother had never told me of such a thing.

I strove to suppress the moans that her forced out of me. The muffled sounds I made seemed to inspire him to redouble his efforts. I was having sensations such as I never imagined. It felt like my body was on fire.

His tongue found my sensitive little button. John Carter was introducing me to a world of pleasure I could not imagine. Amazingly, it got even more intense the more he used his tongue and lips to inflame my desire. Before I was even aware it was happening, spasms of ecstasy took control of me. My body, of its own accord, shuddered with the power of my climax. My back arched to force my hips against his face. My limbs trembled and I could not help but scream his name aloud. When my senses returned he was beside me, kissing my lips and stroking my body.

I knew it was my turn to pleasure him. I reached down and felt for his manhood. When I found it, I wrapped my hand around it and began to caress it. I marveled at the silkiness of the skin compared to the hardness of it. I remembered something my grandmother had whispered to me about pleasing my man. I pressed my lips to the tip and put out my tongue to taste. There was some wetness which I thought must be the equal of the wetness between my thighs. The taste was strange, but not unpleasant and contributed to my arousal. I let the bulbous end slip between my lips as my grandmother advised me. I let it slide in and out, using my lips and tongue to stimulate it. More of the liquid seeped into my mouth. I let him feel my teeth and he stiffened and ordered me not to bite. To show him that I was in control, I let him feel my teeth as I let him slip from my mouth. I looked up and told him that I liked the way it tasted. He pulled my head up to his and kissed me deeply, forcing his tongue between my lips. I responded by pressing mine against his. We lay there kissing and letting our tongues play with each other. I felt his engorged member press against my thigh. I pressed back to feel his hardness against me. He let out a moan and began to kiss my neck and shoulders. His kisses seemed to light a spark wherever they touched me. He moved down to my breasts and showered them with his attention He soothed my aching nipples with his lips and tried to take my entire breast into his mouth. I felt like I was on fire and was continually moaning and gasping from the pleasure of his ministrations.

He then rolled onto his back and lifted me on top of him with his hips between my knees. He told me to slowly take him inside me as he stroked my slippery valley with the end of his member. He guided it to my opening. I let the end slide into me. I felt like it would split me open, but he encouraged me to go slowly. I remembered another of my grandmother's secrets, that the man would fit, even when it seemed like he would not.

I took a deep breath and found that I had relaxed enough to take more of his length. Slowly, but surely, I was able to take him in his entirety. Soon the sense of overwhelming fullness passed and the sensation began to be pleasant rather than painful.

He took me by the hips and began to move them, letting his manhood slowly go in and out. It was not long until the waves of pleasure began. I began to move my hips to maximize the sensations flowing through me. It was amazing that the sensations from one part of me filled my body completely. As before, my body took control, thrusting itself against him with abandon. It was a joy to surrender to the pleasure that we were sharing. I began to babble words that I was ashamed to admit I knew as the spasms of pleasure overtook me. I screamed out in joy as the climax ravaged through me.

I then fell limp on top of my lover.

He quickly rolled me on my back and re-entered me, and began to thrust into me urgently. I grasped his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him. He cried out and I could feel his manhood throb inside me and the wetness as he emptied his seed into me.

We lay there kissing tenderly until I felt his softening member slip out. We lay there holding each other making plans for our life together until we fell asleep in each other's arms.