Chapter 2
After a short nap, my love awoke. I robbed my eyes and I noticed that she was playing with my cock regarding it curiously. She designed a letter with the sperm that she found on her belly. She seemed thoughtful and reposed.
"That's all that remains of your great desire?" she said with a strangely disheartened look.
"For a few minutes." I told her this in order to reassure her that it was a matter of time.
"Ah." she exclaimed, leaning over my cock in order to better understand the structure.
Her innocence enchanted me. My eruption and my demonstrative passion didn't seem to trouble her in the least. She was waiting for my recovery and she was not at all surprised to see my volcanic overflow. Her soul was pure and her instinct as well.
"How can it grow strong again?" she asked me without trying to guess how that might be.
"It's very simple." I said applying my hand in back of her neck.
A slight flame of curiosity burned in her eye. She understood and was not astonished.
She did not question the facts of life. Clara was a woman and that was all she knew. Suggestions were not going to misguide her for she was healthily in tact and she knew her role instinctively.
I rested on my back. It was a pleasant position to take after a strenuous seance. It was partly to relax and partly to see how much she had learned through simple conversation.
Already I felt my organ rise. It was because she was there and I had need of her, and I knew she would be quick to respond.
I could perceive that the growth of my member caused her to renew her gladness. In fact, I was quite happy at the finding of my regenerated prosperity.
"Show it to me. I want to give you a grand pleasure." Clara was considerate and kind.
I showed her what she asked. I had very little to hide. Her lips were on my sex rapidly and I felt my prick give an extra rise to the glorious occasion. The sensation of promising joys began to irrigate my veins.
"Don't use your hands, please." I told her as I watched her attentively.
She was also quite attentive. In order to make sure that she would not commit an error, she put her hands behind her back.
I held her hands behind her back while she resumed her activities.
This is one of things I love the most. There are many who can take it or leave it. A strong sex is necessary to withstand the sensual thrusts that are imposed upon a well-sucked one. I love to watch the progress of this splendid act and feel the burning sensation of mounting pleasure. It is not only a physical pleasure but a mental and highly sensual one as well.
I insist upon keeping it as stiff and ready as possible. And yet at the same time I wish to reach a climax and feel the heavy pumps unload in a human receptacle.
This particular act is one of the richest I know. It is full of innuendoes and I have the intention of going into all of its facets one day. It is involved and a book can be written about it. Clara apparently was ignoring my thoughts.
She was good at this display of a highly developed sensual element. Her month had capacity and it could encase almost all of my sex. I watched my sex swell in her month and once in a while it would fall out because it was as capricious as its master.
At full size Clara was only able to absorb the half of the "candy" stick.
Her gests were slow and filled with meticulous care. I did not regret having married this woman. Her rhythm was excellent as well as her technique.
I permitted myself to watch my new bride apply her trade. Her face was often transfigured by an overdose of conscientious application. This gave me an added twinge of enjoyment.
My enormous sex held in the mutinous mouth, made me think of the manner of swift efficiency used to avoid childbirth from running rampant. It also had the allure of a violation. I think my sensitive readers will understand.
I began to caress one of her breasts and irritate the small red button which was growing hard under my treatment. As it grew with a prickliness, I became agitated and I was in throes of excitation.
Once more my hand searched out her gentle rear-end which I found so nicely rose-colored and round. It appeared to have grown and at least it had improved its welcome. It opened ever so nicely now when I caressed it.
My finger entered slowly and carefully. It did not stay in long for I brought the finger to my mouth and sucked on it. I continued the to and fro movement for several times.
Finally I left my finger in the cleft, while Clara kept up her steady action on my prick. I noticed that she was answering my tickling sensations and her buttocks began to roll around from one corner of a semi-circle to the other. I felt that she wanted to gather a finer pleasure in the affair.
This young wife, who just a few minutes ago, knew next to nothing was learning fast. Not only that, but she was becoming an artist and extremely adept at her art. I was pleased with her.
Without me having to say anything, she abandoned my sex in order to run over my testicles with the tip of her tongue. She stopped for a short instant to ask if I liked her performance. She did this without losing contact or causing me to recede from the high pitch of the desire. She busied herself with my staff, learning more and more as the minutes flew by. She covered a large area and soon my whole lower body was wet with her sweet saliva. I admired her fast-growing skill.
She was good at a certain acrobatics that a good lover must have in his or her possession. She was following every movement of my finger as though her rump belonged to it. And I so wanted that to be a part of her. She spread apart and the small walls of her anus became enlarged and offered more space for my twittling finger. She was found of dancing and she was performing one on the tip of my finger.
"Touch the small orifice with the tip of your tongue, my darling, until you feel it emit a small amount of juice. Whirl your tongue around the knob and stroke it with a quicker pace."
She obeyed me without any hesitation. She was doing it too well and I felt something well up within me which I didn't expect. I had to push he away and say: "Not now... Not now... Later, dear."
I could not easily persuade her to tone down her efforts. She was too excited to let up so easily. Once she abandoned my dick she had to seek elsewhere to satisfy her delights. She planted spots of saliva all over my abdomen and then came back to my sex. I had by then recovered a little and was able to breath more easily.
Her method was splendid and I was happy to see that her pleasure would prove constant and highly awakened.
I once again took the object of her desires out of her mouth. She appeared frustrated and astonished. But that wasn't going to last long.
I leaped on her back and adjusted my rod in the direction of the opening I loved so much. She bent forward and her head buried itself in the covers. Her hips were sturdy and well-rounded.
A second later I rubbed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her ass-hole. At the same time I wet my hands and covered the region with saliva. I then pushed my instrument toward the vortex of that agreeable hole.
Clara let out a moan which was stifled only by the movement of her hips.
I kissed the back of her head to reassure her and solidly placed my hands on her shoulders. My prick entered with difficulty. Little by little it managed to plug itself in.
Then I paused to see how my young epouse was taking all this and I found her murmuring: "Yes, yes... Again... Again... Deeper."
I penetrated and every time her anus dilated I made a step forward and slowly I managed to push all of my huge prick inside.
Then we did a strange thing. She wiggled and tried to suck it all in. I could feel wince in pain and pleasure. I wasn't sure which was the strongest sensation. My prick felt as though it were in a vise. I tried to move around a bit, but I found that I was stuck. Then she started to lubricate after I fingered her clitoris. She sprang up and down and bucked away. My cock slipped in and out with a great deal of satisfaction. She was overjoyed and I could tell from her brusque movements that she was on the verge of coming. Then without any qualms, she hollered a large Ohhh... She collapsed under my weight and I knew that she had just received the great pitch of happiness.
It was the moment to whisper the sovereign words and teach my wife and pupil. The mere mention of names aids the depth of sensuality.
"Do you know what they call this gest, my darling?"
"How good it is." she shook with pleasure that failed to diminish. "It hurts, it hurts badly, but I don't care... It's so good. I'm your wife so don't be afraid to hurt me, dearest. Do whatever you desire."
I didn't say anything. I was happy to hear these words which were just a prelude to what I would hear later on. She was superb, my little woman. She came up to all my expectations. I enjoyed her strength and her attitude toward this fresh experience.
Her continuous efforts to please me and herself made my gland spring up and take notice of this innocent charmer. She sent my vertebrae into the seventh heaven and filled my arteries and veins with heavy blood.
"The name is "sodomize" and I know other terms besides."
I didn't want to be crude so I withheld the vulgar names I knew. However, the rudeness of the words heightens the act and the stimulation of the senses. Soon she would learn all the words I knew. I chose to compromise the words that I would use and keep a special vocabulary in use. "Clara, repeat after me the words I utter... Ass-fuck me, my love... hurt me... ass-fuck me, darling... I love it."
Clara didn't have to be told a second time and she repeated the words without the slightest embarrassment. In fact she had her own interpretation and I was pleasantly surprised with this prodigy he improvised superbly...
"Ass-fuck, my dear... Pup me open and hurt me like I adore it... I want to feel your enormous cock and I want it to make me suffer. Whether it is my throat or my ass I want to have your power... Ass-fuck me, my love... it is so, so, so... good."
A large drop of sweat dripped from my brow. The way she had uttered these words made me grow stiff and it was miraculous how she and the words had an effect upon me. I wanted to plunge into her flesh with all my strength and I wanted to last forever. I refused to explode my love juice just yet.
Clara was moaning more and more. I noticed a spot of blood coming from her rump. I pumped all the harder with this added excitement driving me on. Her face changed colors and when she thought that I had unloaded myself, she fell on her stomach.
She felt relieved thinking that I had finished and her face drained of blood had the appearance of wax.
I took her by the nape of the neck and brought my sex up to her lovely head. She bent down to er knees from the force of my pressure and say my swollen penis waving in front of her.
Instinctively, she placed the sturdy object in her mouth. Needless to say, it was full of excretement particles and I was having Clara taste the joys of her being. She pumped away on my cock and I was in the throes of a violent excitation. All the while I held Clara's hands behind her back for fear that she might unconsciously use her hands.
With one brutal movement I flung her backward and resumed our position of a few minutes age.
She submitted with as much pleasure as ever. My wife was never passive, she was ardently passionate. I felt her hips and they were firm by not quite relaxed as I would have them. I lunged forward in her. She was forced to give ground and make an exertion of a kind.
My great strokes forced her to cry with a mixture of pain and enjoyment and it increased my pleasure. She was pierced with my prick and the hurt that it brought with it.
I did not want to reach my climax just yet.
Once again I encircled her mouth with my huge sex. She knew what had to be done. She threw her head on the top of my prick and sacked on it as a glutton would a raw bone. She rendered it clean and shiny. I continued the same pattern.
Somehow, I was sure that I could not hold off too long. I laid her on her back with knees squeezing her face presented my dick to her lovely mouth.
Clara looked up at me as she tightened her lips on the rigid instrument of delight. She was no longer active but braced between my two legs. I sensed the drop by drop my sperm was going to unload in her mouth. Her saliva mixed with my sperm. It was a radiant act.
We both felt it strongly and it was astonishing how the more delicately we treated our reactions the greater was our joy.
Clara drank all my sticky substance. I didn't establish any particular rhythm at the end for I was stricken by my orgasm. And yet the sensation was admirable. My own pleasure stirred Clara and I soon heard her own mounting to her gargling threat.
She swallowed the fluid by throatfuls. My wife was giving me her best services. After I unloosened half of my sperm, I let the other half drip down between her breasts and onto her stomach. I reached her sex and it yearned for me.
I wasn't quite empty and she understand this. With one heave she rolled over on her abdomen. She humped up and permitted me to enter her abdomen. She humped up and permitted me to enter her posterior. She was in the throes of pleasure and I wanted my own to be complete.
Without thinking of either of us, I was content to just feel the sensations of love, sodomised love. With force I ripped into her entrails and she cried out inspire of her torment and in spite of herself. She was suffering and it was a cry of one who was undergoing an ordeal.
I no longer moved, but I stood there content to have my cock inside her and feel the burning rump up against my lover belly. The sensation was heightened with the element of silence and mystery and the fact that my sex was almost completely embedded in her anus.
Her posture was magnificent. She was on all fours and looking into space as though she were awaiting to be attacked once again.
Once again, I felt that I would have to finish off my sperm. It pressed against my throbbing penis. I had to ejaculate and the warm liquid filled her body. It provoked a wonderful sensation in my wife. I felt her squirm and squeal with delight.
Jet by jet, I slowly extinguished the grand pleasure we had just given birth to. It was important for both of us to feel the great harmony of our sexual awareness.
When I unloosened the last drop, I freed myself from the rear-end lodging progressively and quietly. I did so, in such a manner so as to be able to continue my activity shortly after. For once again I desired to attain the great sensual and transcendental summits.
Without having need of encouragement Clara snuggled up against me with a squirm of pain and a wistful smile. One look at me and she sensed a desire growing in herself as well. She had no words to offer and could not express the wondrous sensations that were welling up within.
But instead of words, she sighed plaintively and incoherently. I was able to distinguish the hurt and the pleasure through her gasps and gentle moans arising from her tightened throat. Her teeth were clenched and she was stilly dizzy and filled with tingling vibrations which invaded her body and mind.
"I want yon in me... inside me... " she seemed to be pleading while the slightest movement she was capable of afflicted her sensual scope. She didn't want to appear vanquished just to protect our relation. That act of truth that was as clear as a bell which we were committed to from the moment of our fine bestiality.
For herself, she was right. I waited sufficiently, and I wanted to grant the fullest of satisfaction. It was my ardent desire to flood her with all the sperm that I could muster and deliver it with bursting thrusts. I felt that I was competent once again.
A rounded sigh issued from my lips and she responded with a slight trembling of her lithe body. There were traces of suffering in her face and her mouth was stiff and contracted while her organ ached for more and more and more.