Message-ID: <1110eli$9706021726@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: taria29c@aol.com (Taria29c) Subject: RP: Taria: Through the Looking Glass #2/2 Tara paused in her tickling for a moment to look at her victim. "Wow--they even dress alike!", she thought, looking at the red-striped pajama tops and bottoms that Marcia wore. Her eyes rose to Marcia's, and she saw that the blonde woman was regarding her carefully. "Why...you even wear the same things to bed," she was murmuring, "those oversized t-shirts, and the boxer shorts..." Tara leaned over Marcia a little further and looked deeply into her eyes. "Look at me," she commanded, softly. "Can't you see? I'm really him, as much as he is me." "Yes..." Marcia whispered, almost fearfully. "You have the same face...your eyes...it's as if..." Tara reached out and gently took Marcia's hand in her own, raising it to her cheek. "Don't you see, Sweetie?" she quietly said. "It *is* me, the one you fell in love with six years ago. The one who loves you more than anything." A wry smile crossed Marcia's face as she lay beneath Tara, and she narrowed her eyes. "Well, I wouldn't say that, exactly," she said. "There is still the small matter of THESE"--and she grabbed Tara's breasts roughly in her hands and gave a hard squeeze--"and also the lack of something down HERE"--and her hand zipped right under Tara's crotch and goosed her. Tara jumped up in surprise and then sat back down, hard. "So," she purred. "THAT's the way you want to play it, hmmmm?" Tara leaned forward again and pinned Marcia's hands over her head, grasping them at the wrists and holding them down. She held that position for a moment, her head poised over Marcia's. her hair hanging down around her face, her breasts swinging loosely in the big t-shirt until they were positioned just above Marcia's chin and mouth. The two women locked gazes, and Tara felt a chilling tingle run down her back as the possibilities of the situation began to unfold within her mind. Almost afraid to go any further, Tara turned her head to the side and risked a quick glance at Terry and Marc, who were paying no attention to their wives. Terry was talking earnestly to Marc, who would not look directly back at him. As Tara watched, Terry reached out his hand and rested it on Marc's upper arm. Marc flinched and pulled back a little, his eyes pointed down into his lap. "He's resisting," came a murmur from beneath Tara, and she snapped her eyes down to see Marcia's head turned to the side, watching as her husband reached out to her analogue. "He wants to--I know he does. But he's too inhibited." She straightened her head and looked deeply into Tara's eyes, until they were drowning in each other. "Maybe we can help him through this." She smiled, a lazy, sensuous smile, and stretched, extending her locked wrists a little further as her back arched up. "So now you have me, Tara," she crooned. "But whatever are you going to do with me?" Tara's breath caught in her throat, and she felt something click down behind her solar plexus. With a sensuous glance at Marcia she loosed her hold on the other woman's wrists, straightened up as she sat above her, and with one smooth motion crossed her arms and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. Tara's breasts and hair fell free as the t-shirt dropped to the bed behind her, and Tara raised her arms to shake out her hair, her movement pulling her breasts back and upward just above Marcia. Marcia gasped, and then gasped again as she watched Tara lean back, her arms extended behind her, propping her up, her chest still thrust forward. Without conscious thought Marcia reached up from where she lay on her back and lightly placed her hands on Tara's exposed breasts. With a light, feathery touch she traced their outlines with her fingertips, running them down the sides, down around the swell of their bottom curves, underneath until they came up inside the cleft that lay between them. Tara sighed happily, and Marcia's hands became bolder, her palms moving to the underside of Tara's breasts to lift them, to feel their weight and heft, their soft solidity. Using her index fingers and thumbs, Marcia rubbed lightly at the slightly indented nipples that lay at the center of small pink circles. Twisting a little, stroking lightly, Marcia began to breathe faster as she felt them harden under her touch, the nubbins becoming erect and firm, and turning pinker as they became flushed and engorged. Tara moaned and leaned forward again. In an instant Marcia was on her, her mouth opening as she moistened her parted dry lips with her tongue. With her right hand she lifted Tara's left breast to her lips and extended her tongue. She held Tara's breast there, the nipple millimeters away from her lips, and made the barest flick at it with the tip of her tongue; Tara groaned again. Smiling now, Marcia pursed her lips and blew on the hardened nipple, a gentle stream of air that brushed it and stimulated it. She then touched it with her tongue again, and Tara started, as if she had felt a tiny electric shock at Marcia's touch. Moistening her lips again, Marcia surrounded the nipple and aureole with her lips and held it there, lightly sucking at it as she held it in a deep kiss. Tara's eyes were open, and she gazed hungrily at the woman at her breast. Marcia began to tongue the breast in her mouth with firm, hard licks, her left hand reaching underneath to fondle Tara's other breast, rubbing it and kneading it with hard, squeezing motions. Tara's eyes almost rolled back into her head but she managed to maintain her composure, and as Marcia concentrated on her breasts and her arousal mounted, Tara fumbled with her fingers at the other woman's pajama buttons. "Dammit, I can never get these things open while you're playing with me--you know that!" she complained. With a silvery laugh Marcia stopped her ministrations and popped the buttons open, one by one. "You are such a klutz sometimes," she said with affection, but she ended with a loud intake of breath as Tara spread her pajama top open and ran her flat palms down Marcia's sides. As she massaged the supine woman's sides and ribs, Tara looked at her naked torso with interest. Marcia shared Marc's broad shoulders and narrow waist. Her breasts were smaller than Tara's but firm, the dark nipples and aureolae larger than Marc's but still similar. Wondering just how far the similarities extended, Tara lowered her mouth to Marcia's breasts and licked around her right nipple in a broad circle with the flat of her tongue. She was rewarded by a loud gasp and a moan, and she attacked the breast harder with her mouth, using her tongue and lips, even her teeth. Marcia arched her back and thrust her chest into Tara's face, her hands wrapped in Tara's hair as she pulled her closer. "Oh, yes," she cried, writhing in delight as Tara licked and sucked and nibbled at her nipples, her breasts, her cleavage. Tara's hands joined her mouth, and Marcia began to groan louder. Lying atop Marcia, Tara maneuvered her body upwards until her own breasts were rubbing up against Marcia's, their faces opposite one another. She snuck her hands around the woman's waist and ran them up her back--bringing another moan forth from Marcia's lips--until they were up at Marcia's shoulders. With her arms wrapped underneath, Tara held Marcia in a tight embrace, both woman conscious of the warm contact between their bellies, their legs intertwining with each other, their breasts burning where they were crushed together. "I think I love you," Tara whispered, her lips inches away from Marcia's. Marcia's eyes looked deep into hers and she whispered back "I love *you*." And then their lips were touching and parting open, and they kissed, deeply, sensuously, their tongues playing with each other and grappling and rolling and running along the edges of their teeth. And Marcia almost sobbed with the intensity of their passionate kiss, and Tara almost forgot to breathe, and when they pulled apart it was with a slow, lingering regret, and their lips remained lightly touching each other for an endless moment. As the kiss ended, Tara moved back up onto her knees, her hands holding Marcia's to pull her up as well. Still holding hands, the two women silently looked over at their husbands, Terry all flushed and disappointed, Marc looking pinched and a little pale. With a reassuring rub of Marcia's hand, Tara shifted herself around until she was next to Marc, her hands moving to rub his shoulders. "Darling...Marc, look at me." Reluctantly he raised his head, his eyes downcast like a little boy's. "Nobody wants you to do anything you don't want to," she said in soft, soothing tones. "I love you and only you," she said, her hands rubbing harder as his shoulders began to lose some of their tension. She placed her hands on his chin and turned his head toward her, planting her lips on his for a deep kiss. It was like double heaven, she thought, as she revisited the kiss she had just broken with Marcia a moment before. Almost against his will, Marc's body began to respond to his wife's touch. With careful movements she ran her hands under his pajama top, patiently manipulating the buttons one by one until they finally yielded to her efforts. Without giving him a chance to resist she reached down and pulled down at his bottoms, never breaking their kiss. Marc shifted to allow her to remove them, and Tara grinned inwardly as she noticed that she was getting some additional help from Terry, who was careful not to interfere with her calming efforts. Behind her Tara could feel someone else tugging at the waistband of her boxers, and Tara finally pulled her lips away from Marc's as she awkwardly lifted her knees to help Marcia strip her. The two of them were naked now, facing each other on the bed. Looking directly into Marc's eyes, Tara said "I want to make love to you now. Please. I need this, and I need you." She took his hand and guided it to her breast, her belly, to the triangular thatch of dark pubic hair in her lap. Marc extended his middle finger and rubbed down from her waist, through her curly hair, to the top of her opening and pressed down firmly, shocking her. Almost unconsciously Tara leaned back and spread her knees slightly apart as she kneeled, allowing him easier access to her sex, already warm and moist from her arousing encounter with Marcia. Marc's eyes bore into hers with intensity as she began to breathe faster and thrust her hips forward in tiny motions as his finger moved around her wet opening, up to her clit. "Yes," he said, simply, and Tara lay back before him. Suddenly Tara saw Marc go rigid, and she saw Terry behind him on the bed, his hand on Marc's shoulder. "No, Marc," she said in a low voice. "It's all right, really. Don't think of him as a man, touching you. Don't reject his touch because of who you think he is. You should love him for that. Because he is me, he is part of us. He loves you just as I do, can't you see?" Marc shook his head in a tight little motion, and Tara felt all the joy and desire she had been feeling drain out of her, replaced by a dull ache of sadness and disappointment. Then Marcia was above her, almost atop her as she moved forward to look directly into Marc's face. "You can't deny it, you know," she said firmly, forcing Marc's gaze back to hers. "I know what you're thinking and what you are doing, but holding it back is wrong!" Marc looked back at her, a blush rising in his cheeks. "You know you feel the connection between you two, the same way I do with Tara! He's your soul mate, just like she is! All this--" she gestured at her body, at Marc's, "--it's just the package. You *know* that, don't you? Just like I do! It's what's inside that matters," she said with intensity. "And if you say you don't feel that, I say you're lying. To me, to Tara, to Terry, and most of all to yourself." As Marcia finished speaking, her eyes and Marc's still locked together, Tara touched Marc's dangling penis with the palm of her hand, her fingers caressing his balls underneath, lifting and rubbing. "You know she's right," Tara murmured, squeezing a little harder, and Marc's eyes began to close, a grunt of assent coming unwillingly from deep in his throat. "I love you and I love Marcia too. But don't you see? I only love her because of you--my love for her is my love for you." Marc was listening, she could see that, but he was distracted as his cock thickened and hardened, growing erect in her hand, which she wrapped around his shaft. "Ummmm..." she heard him moan, and then he jerked back again as he felt Terry's hands rubbing his back. But Tara wan't about to give up this time, and as he pulled back she held tightly onto his cockshaft, the net result being the stimulation of his now-hard cock. She began to stroke and pump his cock just the way she knew he liked it, pulling the skin up and down without too much friction, a rhythmic motion that brought a groan to his lips. She felt his body stiffen again and knew that Terry must have touched him again, but she increased the pressure on his cock and watched as his eyes seemed to glaze over. That look, she thought. Where had she seen...the back rub look! Terry must be rubbing his back! Of course! And if Marcia was anything like Marc then Terry would know which areas to target... Marc moaned louder, and Tara smiled, knowing that everything was all right. Terry must've just reached the small of Marc's back, and once you reached that you were at the point of no return. Overstimulated, Marc lost his balance and his knee slipped off the edge of the bed. Without missing a beat Terry pulled the other knee off until Marc was kneeling on the carpet by the bed, his cock slipping out of Tara's grasp. She skootched down until she too was at the edge, her legs dangling over and her feet flat on the floor. Marcia came too, shuffling forward on her knees until she was kneeling right next to Tara's head, and looking intently at Marc throughout. Marc was leaning on the bed with his arms, his eyes closed and his attention focused on Terry's rubbing up and down his back. After a moment he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and Marcia moved her head up close to his, leaning forward. "He's reached your ass, hasn't he?" she said, in hushed tones. "You can't hide that from me. You love it, you know you do. Anytime anybody touches your asssssssssss..." The word trailed off into a hiss, for as she leaned forward to talk to Marc, Tara reached out with her right hand and began to caress her backside, much as Terry was doing to Marc. Tara fondled, her hand moving softly but firmly across the cheeks, slapping one with a loud SMACK, and then moving down the crevice. She let her fingertips move down between Marcia's asscheeks, playing briefly with the opening to her anus, and then playing with the bottom of Marcia's pussy entrance. The woman groaned and pushed her hips back, the motion pushing her pussy opening down around Tara's fingers, which entered the warm, wet aperture with little resistance. Marcia reached out with her left hand to steady herself, and placed it accidentally on Tara's pubis. With a smile she initiated her own exploration of Tara's pubic area, tickling the dark pubic hair and flicking at Tara's clit with her index finger. Hearing Tara's groan of pleasure Marc opened his eyes, which widened at the sight of Marcia's stimulation of his wife's pussy. With a grin he looked at Marcia and hefted his penis in his hand, looking quizzical. Marcia grinned back and pulled away from Tara, fetching every pillow on the bed and throwing some to Marc. The two of them stuffed the pillows under Tara, who squealed as she was buffetted back and forth in the process. "Watch it!" she yowled, and was answered by two matching grins that made her tingle in anticipation. The bed was high as it is. With the additional pillows beneath her Tara began to feel like the Princess and the Pea, sleeping on her twenty mattresses piled up to the ceiling. "I hope you're not scared of heights," Marcia murmured, resuming her position at Tara's side. "Not a bit," Tara replied. "But what's the point of..." and then she gasped as Marcia began to rub her clit harder, stroking her in circles. "Ohhhhhhh," Tara moaned, looking at her husband. "She's...even...better...at...this...than...you..." The words faded, and Tara began to emit mewing sounds. "Ummm...Ummm...Ummm," she panted, and then she felt a jolt as Marc stood up next to her pussy at the edge of the bed, and touched the tip of his cock to her vaginal opening as Marcia continued to rub her clitoris. His hand around the shaft, Marc moved the tip of his cock around Tara's entrance in a circular motion, moistening it as Marcia parted Tara's pussy lips for him. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, and then "Nooo," as Marc pulled his cock away. But Marcia replaced the cockhead with her tongue as she licked all around Tara's entrance, moistening and stimulating Tara's most sensitive spots. "Oh...YES..." she panted, "I'm...gonna..." and then Marcia's tongue was gone and Tara shouted "NOOOOOO!!!!" as she frantically thrust her pelvis toward some stimulation that was no longer there. "You fucking TEASES!" she howled, frustrated by the nearness of the orgasm that had eluded her. "How could you--AAAAAH!" she screamed in shock as Marc had moved forward and rammed his cock deep inside her all at once, as Marcia moved away. "Oh you fuckers," she moaned, "Oh, yes...that's it...oh baby, fuck me, c'mon, harder, now..." Marc began to move in and out of Tara, but lethargically, ever so slowly, milking every stroke for every moment he could. He pushed in, as deep as his cock could go, held it for a minute, and then pulled back slowly, tortuously as Tara tried to rock her hips, to rub her clit against his pubis. "You fucking BASTARD," she hissed through gritted teeth. "You fucking tease." "Oh, you know you love this," Marcia purred, "but I don't see why you should be the only one enjoying herself." Still facing Marc, Marcia lefted her left leg and swung it over Tara's head, which was tilted back as Marc fucked her with deliberate slowness. Bending forward at her waist, Marcia pushed back until her vagina was positioned just above Tara's face, her breasts hanging down, her own face above the spot where Marc's cock moved in and out of Tara's pussy. With a sigh she settled herself down, lowering her pussy until she could feel Tara's nose disappearing into her opening. Buried beneath her, Tara smiled ecstatically and wiggled her head from side to side, the movement causing her nose to stimulate Marcia's pussy. Marcia just pushed down harder and Tara opened her mouth and touched Marcia's clit with her tongue, also rubbing it with her lower lip. Incredible! she thought to herself. She even *tastes* like Marc, but tangier! Marcia moaned and began to move back and forth, moving her pussy up and down with the rhythm of Tara's licking. With her own hand she reached down to Tara's pussy, and touched the juncture where Marc's cock was joined to her. She touched Tara's clit with her finger and was rewarded by a sudden jump and then an intensification of the licking on her own clit. With a smile Marcia matched Tara's rhythm, and began circling at Tara's sensitive love-button. Then Marc stopped moving, his cock half-buried in Tara, a frozen look on his face. Marcia moved her face close to his, an expression of understanding on her face. "Let him," she said to Marc. "We both know how much you want this." Marc groaned, and Tara heard the sound of a drawer opening and shutting. "He's lubricating you, isn't he?" Marcia whispered seductively. "Ummmm..." Marc grunted, nervously. Then his eyes closed and his lips parted. "He has a finger inside you," Marcia continued, her voice a low and sexy murmur. "I know, because I've felt it inside me. He's moving it around inside you, right?" "Ummmmmm....hmmmmm..." Marc assented, his hips moving back and forth slightly, the effort pushing him further inside Tara. Marcia put one hand under Marc's chin and looked deep into his eyes. "Do it," she commanded. "Let him make love to you. You want him inside you and he wants to make love to you. So open wide and take him in, and let him fuck you like you're fucking Tara...that's it...mm-hmm..." Tara felt Marc's cock jostle about within her as he spread his legs where he stood and bent forward. And then he cried out in pain for a moment and began to press forward, pushed against her as Terry pushed his cock deeper and deeper into Marc's ass. Tara felt their combined weight pushing her back further against the bed, felt Marc's cock drive deeper into her than ever before, filling her completely as Terry filled him. Tara cried out, the sound muffled by Marcia's pussy on her face as she heard Marc begin to groan, a sound of passion and intensity she had scarcely ever heard from his lips. "I love you," she heard Terry say in her voice, "and I love making love to you," and she could feel it as Marc found a slow rhythm that allowed him to match his thrusts to Terry's and fuck her as Terry fucked HIM and she tried to match that with the tempo of her licking of Marcia and she reached her hand back and managed to insert her index finger into Marcia's opening while she tongued her clit and then she moistened her thumb in Marcia's pussy and slowly entered Marcia's asshole with it and rubbed her perenium from the inside between her thumb and forefinger and Marcia began to buck on top of her face as Tara's own passion washed over her in waves from Terry and Marc's fucking-- * * * * * Winnie screamed in release as the sharp painful slaps on her naked buttocks pushed her over the limit and she screamed as she ground her pussy into Whit's lap and his hard cock as he paddled her and she was cumming-- * * * * * "Almost zere--yes!! Zat's got it!!!" Doctor Heinfust shouted ecstatically-- * * * * * --And Whit was groaning in arousal as he rested back on his knees, his mouth shut by the leather-and-rubber ball gag, his hands handcuffed behind him, his body crisscrossed with the leather straps of his bonds, and his erect cock straining outwards as Winnie slapped at it with her hands and whipped at him with the leather strap and he knew he would cum soon-- --And all four of them were moving together, Terry fucking Marc from behind, his hands clutching Marc's hips, and Marc plunging in and out of Tara's sopping pussy, and Tara fingering Marcia's holes and licking frantically at Marcia's clitoris, and Marcia riding Tara's face with her back arched and her hips bucking wildly, and Marcia began screaming Oh Yes Im Cumming and Tara felt the cresting crashing waves of passion washing over her and Terry rammed his cock deep into Marc and Marc cried out-- --And Winnie was rubbing her clit as fast and as hard as she could and she began to whimper "Oh--I--think--I'm--cumming--again--" --And Doctor Heinfus slammed shut the panel and punched the green button as hard as he could-- "Now!" Winnie shouted as her hands raced "Now!" exclaimed Doctor Heinfust, capering on the roof "Now!" Terry expostulated as his cock erupted "Mmmmrfffff!" groaned Whit behind the ball-gag "Now!" yelled Marc as Terry shot into him and he exploded "Now!!!" Marcia screamed as her body went rigid "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" Tara felt the entire universe explode around her and her orgasm engulfed her, surrounded her, swallowed her whole and everything that she was and everything around her burst into a million tiny fragments and she came forever and the sensation of cumming went on and on and then suddenly it was over and Marc collapsed on top of her where she lay among the scattered pillows on the bed and there was no one else in the room and they lay there with his cum dripping out of her and the blue VCR clock blinking "12:00...12:00...12:00..." and then all was still. An eternity later, Tara rubbed Marc's shoulder and said, in a small voice, "hi, honey." "Hiiiiii yourself," he drawled back contentedly. "Ummm...could you describe what just happened?" she said, quivering a little in the aftermath. "What do you mean?" he murmured sleepily, and then he turned his head away and began to snore softly. Tara wedged herself out from under her husband and blinked several times. What *had* happened tonight, anyway? she wondered. I can't...there was a guy, wasn't there? And a woman? Why can't I remember what happened while we were making love? She strained but could not recall much more, and so she got up to look out the window at a sky that seemed filled with strange lights. But as she watched they faded away until they were gone. "Weird..." she muttered. "Really...weird." Tara turned back to the bed she shared with her husband and got ready to return to sleep, knowing she would probably be unsuccessful. As she climbed in over the recumbent form sprawled out across much of the bed her hand made momentary contact with the Marc's backside. "What...?" she said, startled, and she raised her hand to look at it in the dim light of the darkened room. It was glistening with what seemed to be male ejaculate. Tara stared at her sticky fingers in shock. "What the HELL--???" Three flights up, well-known star Whit Walker blinked his eyes open. That must have been SOME night, he thought. I can barely remember anything-- Whit tried to rub the grit out of his eyes, but his hand refused to obey. What the-- he couldn't move! His hands were bound behind him--his body was strapped tightly in leather bonds-- Whit tried to shout for help, but the words came out muffled. A GAG?!? What the hell was going *on* here?!? He looked about wildly, trying to see who had done this to him, to plead for mercy, but no one answered. How the hell had he managed to do this to himself without anyone else around? "Mrrffff!" he shouted. "MRRRRRFFFFFFF!!!!!" * * * * * The Evil One leaned back in his La-Z-Boy leatherette chair and sighed. "Ah well," he said urbanely. "Yet another failure, I suppose." "You came close this time," said his chief adviser and sycophant. "This was the closest yet." "Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained," the Evil One philosophically responded. "Tell me, did nothing truly come of this campaign?" "I wouldn't say thaaaaaat," came the response. "There was some interesting interaction between analogues this time. Of a sexual nature, in fact." "Enlighten me," said the Evil One, straightening up in his seat. "There were two actors, Dread Lord, a man and a woman, with masochistic tendencies and some elaborate props. Only pedestrian bondage and spanking activities, I'm afraid." "I see." The Evil One sank lower in his seat. "Perhaps that will do." "No Great One, I was saving the best for last. Two analogous couples, with oppositional gender assignment. All individuals with healthy sexual appetites and exploratory natures, although some coaxing was required. Their interlude together involved extensive foreplay, emotional undercurrents, and a climactic mutual orgasm of explosive intensity. To my way of thinking, this episode may prove to be an enduring classic with great potential." "Yes. Well, that will be all for now. Why don't you just...leave me the tape of that one, and I'll get back to you about it later. Oh, also--see that a wine cooler is sent up to my quarters. And perhaps a gallon or so of Vaseline. Oh--and hold all my calls, would you?" The adviser bowed his head and left the room, chuckling to himself. THE END --------------------------------------------------------------------- Blame this one on several sources: A Jean-Claude Van Damme movie called TIME COP, which my husband and I saw (and heckled) on broadcast TV this past week; A Christopher Stasheff SF book, THE WARLOCK UNLOCKED, about analogues; My brother's comic-book collection, and especially a sprawling DC Comics series from ten years ago called CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS; A story from Phil Foglio's Adult Comic Book XXXENOPHILE, that I found in my husband's stash of adult materials (I call it his "pornography box") some time ago. I hope any "Art Appreciation" fans weren't TOO disappointed, and I hope any new readers enjoyed themselves as well. 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