The Perfect Touch

The Perfect Touch

By Aleq de Satyr

Part 1

Generational Gap

"Do you like my mother?" asked 18 year old Kathy quizzically, as she helped me with my laundry.

"Sure I do, she's a warm-hearted, kind and wonderful woman "I said.

"Do you find her attractive, I mean really pretty?" she persisted..."Sure," I said hesitantly, thinking more like sort of.

"I know she's a little goofy sometimes but would you like to fuck her?" she said, in almost a whisper. "Kathy!" I exclaimed in disbelief. "Well would you?" she repeated.

I took a swig of my beer and almost choked on it. The exchange that followed suggested that Kathy attributed her mother, Lisa's constant depression, solitude, lack of vitality and excessive drinking to "a zero sex life."

I conceded that she had a point but was not sure if her "therapy" was the right one. In the end I agreed reluctantly to give it a try, feeling rather silly and bemused by it all. You see, Lisa, a divorced 50 year old woman, wasn't exactly the sensuous or my type. Much of the time she was unkempt, disheveled, broody. But she had taken me in as a boarder in her home and treated me like family when I was on a summer sabbatical at the State University where she worked as a librarian.

My quarters at the University Quadrangle Cub had been given to someone else. The reason: my letter of acceptance for the summer sabbatical never got there.

Kathy and I had become very close buddies despite the 20 year gap in our ages, mainly because she was such a tomboy--complete with baseball cap worn backwards--, smart lovable, precocious, amazing, outrageous, sex-oriented, nubile 18 year old, with an imagination Lucrezia Borgia might have envied. We had so much in common.

Her first question when Lisa introduced me to her was: "Are you married?"

"No actually I'm single, " I said..."God, you're so handsome, I wish I could have you" she sighed. "Thank you" I said.

"Now, don't embarrass the gentleman Kathy" smiled Lisa.

I grew so fond of Kathy I indulged much of the outrageous, provocative, and irreverent liberties she took with me.

I recalled an incident one Sunday morning as we walked thru the forest preserve.

I'd ducked behind a tree to piss when Kathy not only insisted on watching me but also wanted to hold my cock while I pissed.

The little vixen began to stroke my cock until it became fully erect with arousal..."Holy shit!" she exclaimed, "it's so huge Mack."

"It's only nine and a half inches" I said.

"But it's as thick as my wrist...and look at those awesome veins" cried Kathy in disbelief, as she stared at my cock in awe.

"Enough show and tell" I said tucking my dick back into my pants.

Kathy introduced me to her outspoken bosom buddy, 19 year old Teresa at her house. We sat down on the grass under a tree in her backyard, surrounded by all kinds of flowering shrubs that smelled divine.

Teresa was stretched out comfortably on her back, reclined against a tree. Her legs were pulled up and bent at the knees, exposing her panty-less hairy cunt. Her wattle-like labia sat open, her oversized clitoris fluttering like a bird. Her lips were sensual and moist, her skin the color of peach. Her hair was black, long and riotously curly. Kathy lay on her back with her head resting on my thighs, her eyes covered with sun glasses.

Teresa lit and passed a joint around, it was so good. I began to feel very mellow, exhilarated. I could I hear Teresa saying. "I'm always looking for a fuck, craving it; always thinking about sex. Raw, bold without emotional commitment." I was astounded to put it mildly...Soon I felt disconnected from the conversation. My gaze was focused between Teresa's legs with lust written all over my face. Her eyes were laughing, serenely, knowingly, amused. She must know what I'd been thinking.

Suddenly Teresa leaned over me kissing me sweetly, softly. Her lips were cool and wet from the beer. Then she moved over to Kathy, kissing her deeply while she fondled my cock thru my pants. I was rock hard. I slipped my hand under Teresa's dress and probed her wetness with my fingers.

"Hey, come on you guys, break it up already. It's time to go pick up your mom Teri!" yelled Kathy, jolting us out of our little revelry.

"I shall return for that cock" shouted Teresa waving goodbye.

"How was that for a tease, why don't you fuck that slut already Mack," said Kathy after seeing Teresa off.

"She's totally incredible, maybe I will" I said.

Shortly after that incident, Lisa's lesbian friend 47 year old Nicci stopped by one Saturday afternoon to drop off some books. Lisa was soaking in the bath. As usual Nicci exuded raw sensuality clad in almost transparent tights and tank top that displayed her firm, athletic, yet rounded curves and hollows body. Thick black hair sprouted from her underarms. Nicci is a good looking woman, I had a thing for her and she knew it. She was a physical therapist and masseuse.

As we talked in the living room, Kathy came over, threw her arms around me from behind and began stroking my cock thru my pants. I could tell the shock and disbelief on Nicci's face.

"Are you fucking that kid?" asked Nicci as I walked her to her car. "No" I sighed, she just likes to fool around like that; perhaps you might want to play with my cock sometime" I said.

"Honey, I stopped playing with dicks a long time ago, now I play with pussies. They're more fun" she declared. "But I'll think about it" she smiled

wickedly.

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Several days and Kathy's constant bitching later, I took Lisa out to dinner and later to a Jazz club. She was radiant and perky, sexy and playful and I might add a little tipsy. We got home around 2 am, kissing and fondling all the way into her bedroom.

Lisa had confessed earlier that her entire sex life for the past 3 years consisted only of masturbation, two or three times a week...She was really turned on that night, eager and willing to be fucked. She felt like a bayou on a hot summer's day. Her full and hairy cunt filled with liquid musk.

Her face glowed like morning rain while her whimpers and sighs filled the bedroom.

"Yes, Oh Yes" she cried, "make it last, please make it last" as I fucked her to several glorious orgasms.

"I have a lot to catch up on" she said later with a smile, noting that it had taken me almost a month to make a move on her and lamenting the fact that I would be leaving in another four weeks. "Why can't you stay here with me" she said as I slowly pushed my cock into her slick asshole.

After that night our ravenous appetites took over. Lisa became more dynamic, more radiant, rampant with sensuality with every fuck. And I fucked and fucked her, almost every day.

A couple of times I caught Kathy watching us thru the bedroom window from outside no doubt standing on a short ladder, unknown to Lisa.

"Vive la difference" said Kathy with spirit at breakfast one morning, calling me a skilled lecher who'd transformed her mother into a sex-pot. "You seem to have the perfect touch, not to mention your big hard cock that has done the trick" she added. Indeed, Lisa had the unmistakable look of a woman well-fucked. I felt like a missionary. All she wanted to do was fuck. Night and day, round the clock.

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It was a humid, rainy Saturday afternoon. Lisa had gone to her sick mother's with Kathy. I felt bored, restless. I smoked some weed sitting by the bay window watching the rain. Suddenly I thought of Nicci. Yeah, why not pay her a surprise visit. I had to contrive an excuse I thought. An hour later I was at her doorstep.

"And what brings you to my humble home my prince" she cracked.

Nicci wore an almost transparent kaftan that clearly revealed her firm breasts with pointed nipples and the dark shadow of her bush. That woman certainly had a thing for see-thru attire.

I told her about my sore muscles and aching back..."I need a good massage very badly" I pleaded.

"Oh no Mack, I'm not in the mood for a massage, I need to relax today. Maybe some other time, please."

"You know you owe me one, Nicci" I persisted. "C'mon, I'll even pay if you like."

"Oh no, then it'll be two favors...shit" she fumed. "Ok, I'll give you thirty minutes".

"That's all I need" I smiled. In a previous conversation with Nicci, she'd told me that: "I am an adventurous, radical, unconventional, lesbian -- feminist.

I am spontaneous, authentic, uninhibited."

"So what kind of a dyke are you?" I asked Nicci. "Labels don't usually mean a lot to me and sometimes I'm exasperated by them, since I like to make friends with all types of people. Occasionally I fuck guys in my head during fantasies" she confessed.

"Are they straight or gay?" I asked. "Both". "But how could you do that and still call yourself a dyke?". "Times have changed, there now are dykes of all sexual persuasions." She'd said.

Nicci spread a large sleeping bag on the living room rug. She had "no time to set up" her massage table and paraphernalia. She asked me strip down to my underwear and lie down while she got some massage oils.

I felt my cock stiffen with anticipation watching her lovely ass jiggling softly beneath the kaftan. I stripped completely naked. When Nicci returned my dick was fully erect, hard and bulging with veins.

"Mother of God" she gasped, staring at my cock. The jar of oil fell onto the floor. Nicci began her massage while my hands wandered over her body, caressing her nipples, between her legs. She moaned as she stroked my cock, rubbing it with oil. "It'll be a shame to let a perfectly magnificent hard-on go to waste" she said, throwing off her kaftan.

Then she whispered softly," I want this to be an exquisite, sensual torture for both of us" as she stroked my risen cock with her tongue. All I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck her, the wetness of her cunt was like sunset over a glistening river. She sat astride me, facing me her legs bent, her head resting on my chest. Slowly she lowered herself onto my cock engulfing me in her molten heat.

Shifting her weight on top of me, whispering sweet obscenities, working my cock with her strong vaginal muscles, letting out ragged throaty cries. Her juices dripped onto my pubic hairs as she moved up and down my cock; her breathing getting faster.

Nicci shuddered and let out a long moan, convulsing with orgasm and was still for a few moments.

She began to rock gently, back and forth, plunging her tongue into my mouth as she gripped my cock very tightly with her cunt, sucking it inwards. The pleasure was excruciating for me, but I held on tenaciously. She looked into my eyes, amazed at my control as she squeezed and milked my cock with her strong inner muscles. God, I was drowning!. I let my eyes wander around the room, finally settled on the reflection of the candles and our bodies in the wall mirror, which gave an illusion of an ancient ritual. She fucked me and fucked me. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. Nicci cried out loud with pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably.

I panted, her voice distant, taunted my climax. She squeezed my cock with her cunt, very tightly, rhythmically. I began to drown in the sensation of it, crying out loudly. I saw colors; yellow, red, then purple, dripping moisture, sweating pleasure. Finally crowning my explosion that echoed and reverberated in Nicci's own second orgasm. She came and came, her juices all over the place. It had been an exquisite non-stop action for an hour.

We lay there replete, spoon fashion, basking in the afterglow, the cool breeze that wafted in...

"O Mack, if only there were many more men like you around" she said rather sincerely as I began to thrust firmly, deeply into her again and again from behind. Her response was instantaneous, fresh, strong, displaying a woman's capacity for slow, continuous orgasms. It was intoxicating, the smell of our fuck reeking from the sleeping bag as we became saturated with passion. My numb cock stroking her inert cunt; a test of endurance. Then the last and final spurting of semen deep into Nicci's writhing, climaxing body... My subterfuge seemed to have worked, I thought.

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On a Sunday afternoon I came home to find Kathy alone, sprawled on my bed naked. Her downy legs bent at the knees and spread, with a rather full and very hairy cunt nestled between them. She was reading a mystery novel. I was struck, indeed fascinated by her hirsutism. Although I've noticed her thick eyebrows, an attribute of most hairy women, Kathy's body had always been hidden inside baggy denims and oversized shirts like most teenagers. At least when I was around. It was the first time I'd seen her naked. I nick-named her: She Wolf.

I sat gingerly at the edge of the bed and studied her. Her slim angular hairy body, the small breasts and lean flanks, her tight ass, her furry armpits.

She looked ethereal, delicate, innocent, yet utterly desirable.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with you, Mack" she said softly. I caressed her face gently and told her it would be wrong for me to have sex with her. She was almost like a daughter to me. Besides I prefer my women over twenty five; old enough to know what they're doing, but young enough to still enjoy it. I also told her she was as beautiful as a young she-wolf, with all her furriness. But God, I was sorely tempted to touch her hairy, slender cunt, to feel its youthful firmness.

Kathy's eyes filled with tears of exasperation and pain. She slowly got up and left the room, unaware that my pants were bursting with a hard throbbing erection for her.

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The weird music lured me to Kathy's "Cabin" in the west wing of the house where it came from. Kathy and Teresa were high on wine and pot as they lounged narcissistically on the big bed, their almost-nude bodies luminescent. I joined them in their revelry, breathing in their fresh, youthful sexual fragrance.

"I think women need to focus more attention on themselves in every way and without a sense of guilt" said Teresa, who is steeped in radical feminism, provoking a discussion of women's sexual reclamation between us. "I'm lecherous and I'm proud of it" she added.

Teresa's style, wit and spontaneous raunchiness eventually got to me. She made me hard and made me laugh at the same time, that young priestess of flesh. She was vibrant, totally uninhibited, sporting the big bushy muff between narrow hips and coltish legs. Her breasts were like perfectly shaped fruits.

"It's healthy to be lecherous" I responded. Then she began to crawl all over me, urgently, provocatively. Shocked, surprised, I became very apprehensive; of her age, the circumstances and tried to gently push her off..."I want you", she whispered pressing her crotch against my hardness, pelting me with kisses and tiny bites.

I was rescued by Lisa who walked in abruptly to announce her readiness for a massage and a fuck I'd promised her. I could hear Teresa swearing under her breath as I walked out with Lisa, my hard-on bulging in my shorts...

I thought about Teresa while I massaged Lisa. She was so young and yet it was as if we had some ancient understanding between us. Much against my vow not to mess with nubile teenagers, I decided to fuck Teresa. I was hooked up on her. It would be a unique experience I rationalized.

I lured Teresa into the house two days later, when Lisa and Kathy were conveniently out visiting Lisa's mother.

An unusually sophisticated, smart kid with a graceful, slender ass, Teresa loves sex, ritualistic sex and erotic behavior. Constantly seeking out men and women who fit her fantasies. Everything in and around her is pure Sex.

She is an existentialist who loves variety, freedom of choice; she is open to everything and explicit about her sexuality in a way that cannot be ignored.

Such a handsome, slender young woman, with strong thigh muscles. She loved to play games, to come on strong. Just looking at her got me extra hard. I wanted to fuck her, generational gap be dammed.

She held my cock and admired its thick, hard size and weight..."This is the kind of cock I'd always wanted" she said reverently.

She was wet, very wet and wide like a cavern of juice. Her scent tantalizing, her gaping cunt enticing me into rampant hardness.

"Fuck me as I'd never been fucked before" she whispered. Feeling the urgent vibrations of her rather big clitoris, I explored her tight cunt with my dick- so smooth and soft inside- unhurriedly like a gourmet, relishing her slippery oyster. She rippled and throbbed around me, fully contained by her pleasure responding to mine.

I fucked her wet swollen cunt, dancing inside her with an easy rocking rhythm. Her nipples felt hard as stones in my mouth..."O God, you fuck so nice, it feels so wonderful" she said, pressing me further into her body. "You deserve to feel so good" I responded, grunting.

The sex was exciting, exhilarating and intense. She was a nubile Goddess, I gave her all I had and more. She was elegantly wild and ravenous, her hungry cunt on fire. Heat, lust and pleasure spilled and bubbled until we both plunged into a deafening climax, then into long throbbing seconds of liberation, silence...

After resting for a while, my cock still hard inside her, I fucked Teresa's very soul, lavishly with a compelling need. I was startled by her dedication to the heavy fucking. She never restrained herself, opening herself wider and wider to my powerful thrusts, my thorough possession of her very being. She offered me her asshole, redolent with its own scents for my total enjoyment. She screamed and screamed in ecstasy, her whole body quaking, rocking, shaking powerfully as she wavered on the edge of consciousness and a deep bonding passed palpably around and thru us.

"I'm yours now, Mack. Yours forever" she whispered before passing out in a cataclysmic orgasm. By sundown we were both totally drained. We both fell into a deep sleep.

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Part 2

The Advocate

Lisa persuaded me against my wishes to accompany her to her best friend Bianca's house. It was Bianca's 50th birthday she said.

The drive took about 40 minutes, thru a countryside of enviable solace and unmolested tranquility. I spotted our destination as the car glided into a driveway of an adobe house encircled by a garden of yucca plant and juniper shrubbery. The woman who greeted us at the door seemed strangely familiar. Where have I seen her before, I wondered. Then it hit me. The picture of her on her book cover. "Oh my God, it's her!" I exclaimed. "It's Bianca Galvan." She is a foremost feminist advocate of total liberation for Chicanas.

"Yes, in the flesh" she smiled radiantly, extending her hand in greeting. "I thought you lived in Santa Cruz, California" I said. "Yes, until a year ago when I moved here for the peace and tranquility. I feel more creative around here, she said."

Bianca looked very appealing in her grey body suit which clung to her womanly body like a second skin. She was clearly naked underneath. Her tousled hair, the swell of her full breasts with pointed nipples, the rounded globes of her ample ass and the prominent bulge of her mound, suggesting a big hairy bush. She also wore a matching scarf around her neck. She offered us drinks and some exotic snacks. Then she he lit a joint and passed it around while we discussed her provocatively sensual experimental novel: "Fertile Rhythms" which I had read and enjoyed.

While Lisa watched a videotape of an event she and Bianca organized some time ago in the living room, Bianca showed me some of her recent work and then around the house. "Lisa has told me so much about you Mack, I feel I'd known you for a long time" she said, her arm around me and leading me into the master bedroom, the last stop of our little tour...It was a spacious, shell-pink airy and sunny room decorated with various exquisite objects d'art, including some unusual sea shells. "I've always bugged Lisa about when she'll bring you over so we could meet" she added. I told her she had no idea how fascinated I was to meet her. We hugged then kissed deeply, my dick was hard and I pressed it against her lower belly. I could tell she felt good and that she also wanted me as much as I wanted her.