Chapter 3
A night of love only lasts as long as the attraction of the sexes endures.
It is curious that the brain has no inclination to interfere. The point of exhaustion is dependant on the physical capacity, and this capacity is stunned by the capacity and super-human element of attraction. The sensual nature has never been thoroughly studied since it has never thoroughly been approved of and its existence is a tenacious one have its focal point in the mutual attraction of two individuals.
All difficulties begin with the choice one makes in his or her partner. It is merely a question of good matching.
Too many complain about their choice saying that he or she is not a good lover lacking in one thing or another, when the real complaint should revolve around the author who has simply compromised on his attraction. Of course there is the exception to this rule, and that is men who are content with any sort of "meat".
It is frightful to know that too many men wish only to ejaculate in the confines of any given female who fulfill the requirements. The woman who is by nature a victim of possible frustration is not made wholly aware of this monstrosity and must concede to the whims and lack of discrimination on the part of the male. Once finished the male is out of love, while the woman craves for more and a departure in their sensual adventure.
I have always felt that the best love is made between certain refined individuals who have known, because they are aware, of what they want. Once the choice is made, the cerebral factor is of little importance because it has already played its role and lets the body indulge in the pleasure it was made for.
It is quite well-known that people who make up the refinement of our culture and our ways turn to be beasts in bed devouring with succulent noises their lover and victim.
Happy is he who turns his wife around and tastes the finest portion of her flesh and with one fling spurts his flaming liquid.
Clara was once again thirsty for the rigors of love. I was warned of this by many subtle demonstrations of her slender form. I wondered what revelations had been discovered by her this first night. She was cuddled in my arm and I blew several kisses in her hair. My arm cradled her and fingered her shoulder, while she played unerringly with the object of her recent sufferings.
I could feel her thinking and awakening. When was she going to renew her combat and leave her cloak of apparent false calm. She whispered to ire: "You hurt me a good deal before." she said without looking at me. "Does that make you happy? Is this the role of a wife?".
"Yes, it is that way. I should not think of you being any other way."
"This pain has been a source of strange happiness for me and I don't know what ferments are pervading my body. Somehow I wish to suffer. Are other women this way also?".
"Many. The mere gest of love is the first infraction. It is a pure and simple ruthless violation. It is generally accomplished by making the woman suffer. Thus, pain and love go hand in hand."
"Do you still want to hurt me?"
"Yes. Very much."
"And you think it is natural?"
'Yes, because I love you. I can't disassociate my ardent love from the act which imposes upon your body a physical assault that brings suffering." She listened carefully and then said: "If you must hurt me, because you love me then I wish to be your victim and suffer in your hands. Your sex can't find too much room in my body, but it welcome and lodges itself well all the same. It is good and well."
"I shall certainly cause you to suffer more... "
"Tonight?"
This time she gazed into my eyes. Her head was lovely, an angel and demon rolled into one. Her eyes shone with a desire and an innocence that created a stir within me. Her body shivered.
She was prepared for all. Without needing to be told, she clasped her hands behind her back and leaned down toward my joint and opened her mouth.
"I think that I'll have to have my hands tied so as to remember not to touch your sex." she said this with her head turned to one side and with her ear brushing the tip of my penis.
I permitted her to smile up at me and pressed down on her neck without answering her request.
My prick slipped into her mouth quite rapidly. Was I going to come into this receptacle or conserve my sperm for later?
Clara she not reach morning without having known the heights of our sensual union. It was imperative that she know many things in a short time in order to digest them better later on.
I allowed my prick to grow and stiffen. Clara was forced to spread her mouth wider apart. "Are you having pain still... there?"
My question did not get an answer and it did not get a rejection either.
My fingers scratched around the rounded rump. As I touched her anus she moved away, but came back as quickly as though she had remembered what I said and how I said it.
I didn't have the slightest pity for her condition and I wiggled my forefinger deep into her hole and rubbed the tight near-virginal walls. She let out a coo that was a soft as pigeons. Clara could not deny that she was equally have pleasure as well.
I know now that Clara has much pleasure in have her flesh wounded. I only have to listen to her moans to feel the sharp delights that are passing through her nerves and sex.
I know exactly what I am going to do to her and how she will be forced to submit.
She can guess that I have some projects in my head, but she doesn't know what they are. No, not at all.
I took out my finger from her reluctant rear-end. A trickle of blood flowed from the anus. Clara turned her head to meet the decorated finger. Instinctively she begged. "Give it to me."
I refused her and lowered my finger to her vagina, while she resumed her normal occupation of sucking my rod. Her tongue rolled around the slippery head and I felt her teeth dig into the meatier part.
My finger played with her clitoris alternating between the interior and her outer lips. I began to masturbate my wife and provoked a reaction of utter joy. She pressed her thighs together and wriggled under the influence of the glorious finger.
Soon, a murmur of delight came from her lips and she tried to change to a better position in order not to lose a drop of the ensuing pleasure.
I altered my own position and backed away for the sheer benefit of better surveying my lovely mistress mine. I asked her a favor, not only for herself but for me as well.
"Now it's your turn to give yourself some pleasure. Play with your sex, my darling, and I'll just watch you."
She continued and her hand climbed to the sacred spot. Her legs were thrown far apart with the express purpose of having a more proper position.
I was able to see everything and that's just what I wanted to do. I wasn't missing a trick.
For a good long minute I watched her fetch for herself and I noticed that she was not getting as much out of herself at I had hoped. I moved away from the bed.
Clara could not hold beak her surprise. She felt herself forsaken and this pained her. She tried to guess what happening.
"I want you to have your pleasure all by your sweet self, my darling. I'm waiting for you."
I sat down in a nearby armchair tranquilly and managed to wee all. She watched me furtively for she wasn't sure what I was up to. To encourage her, I started to jack off myself.
My hand gripped my prick and produced those motions and movements that all men know and who are quite capable of doing it better than any woman.
Clara was obviously affected by her solitude and began to work earnestly. She let out little peeps and I felt that she planned to go at it for good.
Her sex was pointing to the ceiling and she rested her feverish body with the aid of a husky elbow. Her right hand was busy and her middle finger was irritating frenetically her vagina and all its vitals. Our eyes met and we began a synchronized rhythm. We both had control of our sexes and our comportment was admirable.
We reached the peak of our mutual pleasures which not only related to our physical absence but to our mental presence.
I could not take my eyes off her sex and I believe that I grew to uncommon dimensions.
I denied myself something to have later and much better. I wanted to feel myself in a place apart and yet close by. My intention was to feel the sensuality of the room and give it a certain throb. If we could love at a distance in this way, think of what we would be able to do once again together.
Her rosy lips were full of juice and her opening beckoned me. It was like the curve of a finger that says come to me. The lapping sound and the odor reached my senses and I was delirious with desire.
In spite of myself I was compelled to advance toward my wife who ceaselessly played with her sex with two active fingers. I focused my attention on that rosy entrance with its slimy wetness. I posed my mouth there and tasted the lively moist flesh with its saltiness and trace of urine.
My hand gripped my cock which was as hard as a board and it seemed as though it would crack. I pivoted around in such a way that I was soon arced over Clara's body. We exchanged our sex.
Many images paraded before my eyes and I felt I was seeing thrusts of colored flames. I was at the height of joy. I grappled with this great arch of sensuality always clutching at the rump pressing my face into the region which would lead ma to a sexual drunkenness.
She on the other side of things was lapping up my balls with her meandering vagabondish quality. What a happy epouse I was lucky to have. She had learned so quickly and so naturally. Her mouth was of the right temperature and size and her tongue never missed a stroke. Clara was extremely gifted.
My own lips bit into the hunk of flesh which is but a mere prelude to the supreme and vast fields of delight. My tongue forged ahead discovering various mixtures of liquid and shades of touch. Dizzy with lust I was forced to ask myself if I could hold back.
I could if only...
With vigor I penetrate Clara's canal while I sucked and lapped with my teeth seeking added measures of pleasure.
I pushed Clara back a little with my two strong hands to see the beauty of it all. Once convinced of the perfection of such a region my head leaned forward to grasp the true essence. I was stuck to Clara's vagina and made every effort to dig in deeper and deeper constantly looking for the bottom.
My mouth opened wide to receive all the products emitted by this human gap. A flood of sensuality irrigated through my veins. Suddenly her thighs stiffened and I felt that my head was like a nut being cracked by a nut cracker. Her thighs squeezed shut and the tip of my tongue which held its position despite the unpredictable assault of husky thighs felt the flow of a salty fluid warm and agreeable.
Once again a small jet of stick liquid spills into my throat with a marvelous simmering effect. I felt the foundation of my wife's orgasm collapse on top of me. I knew the liquid thrill of it all.
I drank in her substance hoping that it would last forever. And there was more to come for my climax had not been reached and in a few seconds the great adventure would reach monumental stratas.
I could feel it mount and my pries throbbed whit that preorgasm feeling which is so good to feel. My penis grew extraordinarily rigid just before the grand earthquake of my forces. Suddenly the explosion terrified my body and my sperm spilled into Clara's mouth at the same time I was receiving the last drops from my wife's cavern.