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"The Nascent of Mary Ann's Erotic Spirit"
						  by Mary Ann and David Lee
     "I had an erotic experience that was so all encompassing, beyond my 
physical reality, I could almost taste the essence of true spirit, and I could 
feel the raw power of existence."
     It came about just by a look... Something beyond vision, into the 
mystical realm of the supernatural. Jim, a long-time but not intimate friend, 
and a new acquaintance named Chris and I were in the bedroom. Chris's 
appearance was handsome in a unique way. And something else. A gently imposing 
essence that stirred something in me immediately. We gazed at each other and 
we both instinctively knew we wanted to know each other sexually. There was no 
need for words, just a reaction to a primal need. 
     Until that moment I had always been reserved and shy during the initial 
stages of the mating dance, but now I lost what society would call 'decency'.  
Not even knowing this person, other than the clean erotic mist surrounding 
him, I went over and kissed him tenderly, but the feeling of passion in that 
kiss was obvious to both of us.
     He pulled back from me with a look of surprise at my boldness, and then 
said, "I want you....". His hands began pealing my long flowing loose black 
dress from me. It slid easily off my body  (as if the dress could know that I 
couldn't even think of resisting what was happening to me). I surrendered to 
the feeling instantly, totally abandoning what had been a normal reality and 
surrendering myself to the desire of the moment. I hadn't even noticed my 
undergarments evaporated from by flushed body. 
     He just gazed at me for a moment with a look of being completely lost. 
His eyes expressed his presence being caught in a whirlpool... Sucked into the 
power, my power, life through woman. He began touching me everywhere, 
beginning on the side of my neck down my body with a powerful but a reverent 
savor that let me know he truly respected my femininity and saw genuine female 
beauty there.
      All of a sudden enough 'reality' overcame me and I looked back over my 
shoulder at Jim. He looked to be in a state of shock. He had seen me before in 
my bikini and shorts, and I knew he had wondered about what was then hidden.  
But now a vision was before him that seemed to leave him stunned for a moment.  
I must of been quite a sight.  My pleasantly  rounded ass, the crevice leading 
to my slit, with hints of hair peeking out an invitation.  My slim waist and 
firm back leading to my blonde hair hanging on my shoulders must have painted 
a sensuous canvas for his eyes. Without realizing it, I turned to face him, 
closing my eyes to add to the dream state I drifted through.
     My thoughts, fringed with nervousness, fantasized about Jim moving over 
to me, cupping my breast and feeding on my nipples... All at once my thoughts 
became authentic and I felt the heat moving through my body into his sucking 
mouth and circling back to do it all again. Oh, the warmth of his caressing 
tongue savoring every minute nerve in my skin from my breasts to my shoulders, 
neck, arms, and fingers.
     Jim was sitting on the bed tasting the front of me while Chris stood 
behind me with his hardness pressed between my cheeks. Chris's hands followed 
Jim's around my body. An instant replay of erotic dancing fingers and hands 
exploring a new universe, my receptive electric body. I was truly the center 
of this universe and their desires. They continually whispered to me about how 
soft, sensual, and completely feminine my skin was, and how beautiful they 
thought I was. For the first time in my life, I genuinely believed I was a 
lovely, sexy woman. They continued their frenzied quest by nibbling all the 
soft pliant flesh they could find. They seemed like little boys in a candy 
shop with their pockets full of money, and afraid it was only a dream.
     I began licking them.  My tongue seemed parched with a need to taste 
their skin.  Ohhh, the amorous sensation of the saline perspiration secreting 
from their stimulated male bodies.  (I can almost taste it as I relate this..) 
As my thirst was being quenched with my tongue on one, who would shiver in 
response, the other would recover enough to return to his gentle bites and
fervent kisses.
     I became aware of a void in my uterus, and the lubricant seeping from my 
opening... On my knees I slid my body forward on Jim's lap, reached down
between our bodies, wrapped my fingers around his large hard penis, then 
guided the head into my cunt. The moisture flowing from me allowed him to 
slide deep inside. It took my breath away. He filled the void, but a new 
hunger emerged. I wanted to be beautifully fucked! I needed to climb to the 
zenith, I needed to fly, while sucking his seed with me.  But slowly, so I 
could savor each delicious plateau.
     I could feel the heat of Chris's breath on the lobes of my ears and I 
arched backward so his soft lips could taste mine. He remained behind me, 
touching those places that magically added to the pleasure already being 
experienced by all of us. He reached to touch the slope of my breasts, down 
the side of my ribcage, ending on my gyrating hips, becoming a part of the 
mating dance Jim and I moved to.  They worked in unison, almost as if they had 
rehearsed all of this, to make sure I felt every throb and thrust of Jim's 
large cock slipping in and out of my clasping pussy.
     Again they synchronized their movements to lay me down on my back.  
My thighs fell apart on their own volition, and Jim's face moved to place his 
eager tongue on my clitoris. My mind discovered the similar texture between 
the head of his cock and the tip of his tongue. With each flutter of his 
tongue, lovely spasms racked up and down my spine. I enjoyed the oral assault 
on my pussy so much that I hadn't thought about Chris. After earlier 
initiating so much of our sexual journey, he now seemed to be enjoying a 
secondary role. He seemed happy just to add the needed input whenever it felt 
right.
     Again, the need for Jim's male organ captivated me, and we moved to the 
same position as before. Again I was riding him, pushing myself up and down 
with bending and relaxing my leg and thigh muscles. As I tired, I would rest 
and use the muscles inside of me to clasp his penis tightly, then release it 
repeatedly.
     "I can't believe what you are doing to me down there", Jim gasped in 
appreciation.
     I gazed downward and hallucinated that my body was a pulsating extension 
of his. One pleasure then melted into another, and the memories of occurrences 
dissolved back into a singular pleasure.  Out of this fog I noticed Jim's eyes 
telling me he was lost to the demon/angel of life exploding from his loins... 
"Ahhhhh.. Ughh... Ohhhh" sounds gurgled from his mouth in a language that 
could only be understood by ardent lovers.
     I couldn't (nor even wanted to) resist falling into the explosion. For 
the first time in my life (for many things) I felt the flaming ache of years 
of repressed erotic feelings being released, and I rolled and tumbled over 
the zenith, soaring through erotic atmospheres, crescendoing somehow in 
harmony with Jim's pulsing manhood inside of my cunt.
     (Mmmm... Oh, Yessss!  I feel the longing budding inside of me again. I 
have enough savvy to realize that a replay is impossible right now.) 
     Jim gasped for breath, struggling to control the trembling of his body.  
It looked as if he couldn't find his balance. The best way I can describe it 
now, is that his center was buried inside of me creating a core of it's own, 
leaving his ego floating freely about, out of sync. I could feel our juices 
mingling where our bodies joined, and the ribald feeling caused more 
aftershocks to oscillate through my body.  As the waves diminished I cradled 
my head into his shoulder and held him softly. Chris cuddled behind me, 
creating a web of warmth between three loving people.
     I then fell into a haze of relaxation, peace, fulfillment, and sleep. The 
next morning, as I awoke, my mind dreamingly drifted to memories of the night 
before. The only emotion I experienced was that I was puzzled. I didn't feel 
even a minute touch of shame. All I could feel was a pleasurable satisfaction, 
and more alive than ever before in my life. I now possessed a personal power 
that was conceived from enjoying the taste of life, yet not being attached to 
it or the people involved. I realized that only the memory was mine to 
possess, nothing more, and I'm grateful for the memory. It's within me, part 
of the essence of my existence, to be treasured forever.      Mary Ann.
	
P.S.  As Mary Ann began relating her story to me, the purity, feeling, and 
ferment of her tale, literally forced to drop everything else I was involved 
with and begin writing.  In her excitement to express her newfound joy to 
someone that fathomed the spiritual eroticism she experienced, she often 
jumped ahead of my typing skills. I often had to slow her down and have her 
repeat herself. Consequently, the story was disjointed in many places. 
Fortunately she spent the next 8 or 9 hours at my side reliving this wonderful 
episode, causing her to remember more details which could be included. I felt 
so honored not only to have been the recipient of such a fresh, unashamed, and 
fervent story, but I immensely enjoyed the closeness of her erotic aura 
throughout the long (but seemingly short) time span. The feeling continues to 
pleasantly haunt me as I re-write and polish the story. Thank you Mary Ann.
					    Sincerely, with love, David Lee
     Copyright @ Nov. 1994 HomZin Box 50552 Eugene, Or. 97405