Chapter 1
The morning light streamed through the immense windows and turned the bedroom into a dazzle of color and warmth. I opened my eyes slowly, peering through the lashes to get the full effect of those swimming, gaudy colors, and then letting them open all the way to take in my surroundings in full. Paintings on the wall, rich textures of timber, rugs, a sunburst tapestry, long drapes furled by the sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the bed in the center of the room, right below the skylight.
"Are you awake, baby?" said Tazu. Her long black hair spread out all over her pillow and hid her face, but she brushed it away and her narrow eyes looked in my direction. "You want your breakfast now?" Her brown body emerged from the blue silk sheets as she sat up and gathered her hair back with both hands. Her full breasts with their brown nipples beckoned me, those firm mounds that barely stood out from her chest but were remarkably squeezable and suckable.
"I think I'll have it in bed," I said, stretching from head to toe, an erection stretch, with the cock sticking up straight and the rest leveling out in response to the pleasure of feeling virile. Tazu nodded and made to get out of bed, but I explained: "No, no, I'll have the breakfast that's in bed already, that little thing between your legs. Yes, that's it. I love it first thing in the morning, especially in the summer when you've been sweating a little all night. Mmmmmm, tasty, that's the way, sweetheart, open it up for me." Tazu didn't have to be talked into it. The moment I pushed my finger into her pussy and took it out to suck her moisture off it, she came back into bed, kicked the sheets back, and spread her thighs for me. There was only one thing she liked better than to be eaten, and that was to be eaten with passion, which happened to be my specialty. And while she made herself comfortable she pressed the switch that moved the skylight back. Fresh air poured in, along with the sound of birds and the rustle of foliage.
I approached her cunt with care. A man in my position had to do everything professionally, because if I failed to satisfy Tazu once too often I would be kicked out of paradise. Not that there was much chance of that. My track record was an impressive one. Still, I enjoyed my work; I wanted to excel for exceling's sake, and so I moved in between her legs and caressed her cunt with both thumbs while the other fingers supported her thighs and opened her up further, very, very slowly. Her pussy was cute and sexy, a little pudgy thing that had sparse hair growing down the sides and up to her pubic mound but none on the lips themselves. Long black hair that came up to form a curl which ran the length of her pubic bone, and apart from that she had only bulging brown flesh that had to be pulled right open td reveal its pink innards.
Tazu closed her eyes and rested her hands on her breasts. She was smiling to herself, confident that I would make her happy, ready to join in as soon as the mood was upon her. For now she let me go through the preamble. She liked to look at her cunt, and when I parted the full lips she raised her ass a little and pushed it at me. "Eat it, darling," she purred with her faint oriental accent lending sensuality to every word.
"Let me admire it for a bit longer," I said, inhaling the fragrance deeply and ostentatiously. "Aaaaahhhhh, morning breath, delicious! I love that tang when you first wake up. You know, I think you must play with yourself while you're asleep. Feel how wet you are!"
"I couldn't be!" She touched herself briefly and looked at the finger she'd dipped into her cunt hole. "Oh my goodness, isn't that shocking! You must make me feel this way, John, I never ... " She let the words trail away but I knew what she meant. She looked pleased with herself for being so wet, and when I bent down to flick at her pussy with just the tip of my tongue she arched her back and thrust at me greedily, "Oh, eat it, John, I love it when you do that. But don't forget my breasts."
"How could I?" Her small breasts were bundles of erogenous nerves. I only had to breathe on her nipples for them to stand up, and a caress made her into my slave. I looked along her smooth belly, glowing under the flood of sunlight, brown all the way up but for her darker nipples, and I thought how great it would be to have her body and to be able to play with it all day long. Tazu did pretty much do that, though she claimed it never thrilled her nearly as much as when I played with her. Now my tongue began to-do its laps, around and around her pussy, skirting past those tempting, full lips but coming closer and closer until she was shaking impatiently and moving her cunt so I couldn't miss it. At the right moment I plunged my tongue into her ragged pink hole and tasted the real woman in her, the sapid, wet, hot-pussied bitch that sheltered behind her placid oriental countenance. Tazu was a delicate beauty, the kind who made longshoreman stop using rough language with a look, the kind who made men fall all over themselves to protect her against the harshness of real life. But I had picked her out at a party, knowing that she could handle real life a lot better than her protectors. She was a woman through and through but she had been fucked as if she was made of porcelain. I wanted to change that. And on that first night together I had rutted her savagely, fucking her upside down and inside out, until she begged me to stay with her.
The tip of my nose nuzzled into her clitoris and my hands reached for her breasts. She had been feeling herself up but when she felt my hands approaching she made room for them at once. Now I was locked into position. My hands kneaded her little tits until she was moaning helplessly, and at the same time my tongue and teeth and lips were making love to her cunt so hard that the juice poured out of her. I sucked it up .noisily and rubbed my face into her splayed cunt, reveling in her sharp scent, her oiliness, and her silken skin. Her legs wrapped themselves about my head and her hands grabbed hold of mine to make them squeeze her tits harder. "Oooohhh John!" she moaned. "I love you so, don't ever leave me, make love to me, John, you make me feel so goooo-oo-oood!" Leave her! I had spent the last two months with her and I was ready to settle here. I liked the timber house and its woodland setting, I liked the food she made me, and I could even talk with her. No, I wasn't about to leave. Where else could I eat such tasty cunt, anyway?
She was running over and I wanted more of her. I grabbed her by the ankles and forced her legs back until her feet pressed into the pillow at either side of her head. Her cunt bulged pinkly outward and I dug in avidly, slurping the juice up and sending my tongue right into her for more. Tazu crooned and yodeled, and when I shoved a finger into her slippery hole she began to bounce about under me. Her hips jerked up and down and there was nothing she could do about it. Her excitement made her fuck my tongue as surely as it made her wet!
I left my finger deep in her cunt but moved up to get at her tits. When I sucked her nipples it was as if she had a clitoris on each tit! My lips pursed around one of them and her hands flew down to her cunt as if to stem the flow of her passion. She curled, up against me while I kept on sucking and fingering her, and now she reached for my cock. I WES so hard that it was hurting me, especially since we had fucked long and hard the previous night. But it was a good pain, the kind you get when the erectile tissue is just too full of blood to take any more. I wanted to stick that hot poker into her wet pussy to take some of the heat off it, waited for her to make her move. When she got her mouth around my knob there wasn't a woman in the world who could rival her.
There she went, sliding around and bringing her pussy back to my mouth while her lips pursed to receive my hard cock. I sank my face into her cunt and burrowed back into that wet, hairy little thing, and my fingers sank into the soft flesh of her ass. I took it easy, though. Her tongue writhed about my cock and aroused feelings down there that were worth experiencing in full. I let my tongue find its own way and concentrated on what she was doing to me. She nibbled at the fleshy glans, chafing it with her teeth and mauling it with her lips, working it over until it had swollen to its outermost limit. And then, with a cooing noise that never failed to give me the chills, she slipped her lips all the way down my stalk, taking some eight solid inches of cock into her face and holding it there!
Eventually she drew away from my face and squatted between my legs to run her pursed lips up and down my cock, giving it head, licking it with her rapid little tongue, stroking my balls with her long fingernails, and making me feel wonderful all over. She lavished love and care on my dick, admiring it as if she had nurtured that erection all by herself, and then taking it right down her throat so that her muscles pulsed all about the knob and sent shivers and chills all through me. Now and then she looked up at me to see how I was doing, and when she saw how close I was to coming she became very excited and sucked harder and harder, moving her face up and down the length of my cock rapidly, her long black hair falling down to form a curtain in front of her face, her little moans of ecstasy heightening to cries, and the muscles in her fragile arms standing out tensely as she held on to my waist as if to stop me from escaping. But I was hers, hers completely! The sperm boiled in my balls and began to ease through the coils up to the shaft, where it gathered momentum and then, when she hit the trigger, it shot out and filled her up in an instant. I started to fuck her face for that excruciating moment, driving my cock down her throat, anxious to give everything to her, and she sucked and swallowed as if her life depended on it. Not a drop was wasted. She loved it too much to spill it.
"Wow!" she said, falling back on the bed with a big grin. "Your body makes so much of that stuff! I thought I had drained you last night."
"You did, but you feed me so well that it takes no time at all for me to replenish these little balls."
"Is that what does it? In that case I'll make you breakfast—more breakfast, I mean." She stood up on the bed, wiped her mouth suggestively, and walked out, her soft buttocks flouncing, her long hair trailing. I gazed up at the overhanging foliage and the patches of blue sky visible through the leaves, and thought about pleasant things, like Tazu's pussy and how nicely it repeated on me. And I wondered if this was the place where I would be able to stay. Tazu's husband built it and maintained it but he rarely had time to be here with her. With a little luck she'd throw him over and install me permanently. I was tired of roaming around, always depending on ladies for food and board, always working in between conquests ...
I got out of the bed and walked over to the sliding doors leading to the pool. It was shaped like a regular pond and even had lily pads floating on the surface, but the bottom was solid cement and the sides even boasted a small ladder for those who had trouble getting out of pools. Tazu's husband had worked long and hard to build this dream home here on Big Spring Mountain and to find the right woman to occupy it. She had decorated and furnished the place. And I had enjoyed it. The place was ideal for me! As an artist it gave me the peace and the surroundings in which to paint and draw, as a man it gave me Tazu, the greatest lay ever, and as a loafer it gave me lots of places to idle in. Hell, I was thirty-five now, the time had come to settle down.
Breakfast was served on the patio . that jutted away from the house and over a sudden drop that led to a babbling little brook. Brakes of ferns, shrubs, rocks, and tall trees,- busy birds and tireless cicadas surrounded the house. Tazu sat opposite me, a man's shirt draped over her shoulders, buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up so she could use her hands, Her long hair had been tied back with a thick strand of wool, and the delicate features of her face were lit by rays of sun shining down through the waving canopy of leaves above us. I didn't think any man could be happier than I was. She had prepared me a bowl of fruit and yoghurt mixed with honey and wheat germ, cherry preserves on fresh brown bread, and a tall glass of grape juice. For a man used to bacon and eggs with coffee, I had adapted easily—at least once I realized how much easier it was to get hard on a diet like that. Or was it Tazu who put the lead in my pencil? I didn't care.
There was little to talk about. Although the house had several TVs and radios, we rarely bothered with them. The outside world wasn't interesting to us, not when we had each other. After breakfast we went down to the gym her husband had added to the place, a simple affair with a sauna, a very large shower cubicle with three shower heads hanging over it and a hand shower for those hard-to-get-at parts; also a bicycle exerciser, a jogging machine, and a set of weights. I didn't bother much with this stuff but Tazu worked out every morning religiously and I loved to watch her.
She began very slowly, to give her breakfast time to settle. A few yoga positions, twenty minutes of meditation, and then she took off my shirt and sat on the bicycle. I made myself comfortable on the weight-lifting bench. This was my favorite exercise because when she sat on that narrow seat her buttocks bulged over and out, two brown, glistening spheres, and as she pedaled her flesh flexed and shook, and my cock tingled all over. "Don't watch!" she complained as she started the routine.
"I won't." I lit a cigarette and watched her flesh move. The faster she pedaled the more she quivered, her buns, the soft flesh around her waist, and from where I was sitting I could see the motion of her little breasts as well. She looked back at me over her shoulder and saw the lustful look in my eyes, and she smiled, half in irritation, half in pleasure. But then she bent over the handlebars and gave it all she had, panting, sweating, and I stood right behind her and clutched at her ass to get the full impact of her sensual motion. My cock stood up straight and Tazu sat back a little further so I could press the knob in between her full cheeks.
She kept pedaling even when I found her asshole and started to push my cock into the soft, yielding muscles that protected her back passage. Tazu had extraordinary qualities, and one of them was that her asshole opened easily to-any intruder. Not that her husband had trained her sphincters or anything like that; she was that way naturally. And it came in very handy at moments like these, when my hardness dictated an act of this kind. Her shaking cheeks, her sweatiness, and her ass sticking back off the seat compelled me to drive on, pushing my knob into her asshole until she swallowed it up and the road was clear for full penetration.
"Keep going, baby!" I said. My hands were on the sides of her ass as if to contain her billowing flesh, and my cock got the full benefit of her exercise. Her asshole massaged my dick beautifully, the inner muscles and membrane rubbing and contracting all over it, and the harder she pedaled the more my cock enjoyed it. I worked it right up her, standing on the tips of my toes and feeling my leg muscles cramp and ache, but once I was right inside her nothing could get me out! It was like being fucked and blown at the same time! I clung to her shoulders, hooking my arms up under her armpits so I wouldn't slide off her back, and then I just hung on for dear life while she took it for a ride. "Yes sweetheart, yes, go on, go on, I'm almost there, keep going, oh Jesus yes, that's great, pedal harder, harder, mmmmmmmm yeah! OH BABY, ONE MORE, ONE MORE, ONE MO-OOOOOOGGGHHHHHH!!" My load burst free and my cock twitched and contracted in ecstasy. But then I had to pull out quick because my glans suddenly became sensitive and she was still pedaling.
When she got off the machine she was red and in a lather, but very happy. She rubbed her bottom as though I had hurt her. "You're very naughty," she said, shaking her finger at me. "Now I must jog and you have to leave me alone for a while, okay?"
"Okay!" I sat back down, still shaking from the experience, and lit another cigarette. The sauna was warming up to receive her. I didn't like that hot little box, it reminded me too much of early childhood, but I did like the part that followed her sauna. When she took her cold shower she always liked me to participate. So I smoked and waited, thinking, watching her bounce up and down on the jogging machine, and wishing for a cock that was always erect, always ready to go, and always able to shoot great truckloads of sperm!
While she was in the sauna I began drawing. Portraits of Tazu, erotic poses, Tazu asleep, Tazu on her bike. My limitation as an artist was that I only drew the women I got involved with. Nothing else really interested me. The lines of her body, the expressions that crossed her face, her unconsciously erotic gestures, I recorded them all in a book. After two months it was almost full, and the best ones were marked for an exhibition. A lot of my women friends had provided me with the means to leave them that way. When I got tired of them I arranged an exhibition, sold their depictions, and left them. A man has to have something up his sleeve.
In Tazu's case I had no intention of leaving, nor did I particularly want to become the provider. As long as her husband, Chuck, kept her in the money, I was more than happy to share it with her. No, I drew her solely because she fascinated me.
I drew her standing and facing the world in the nude, her face expressionless, her long hair concealing the high nipples of her small breasts, her legs together and that little puff of hair on her pubic bone visible. And next to her I drew myself, a foot taller, lean and tanned thanks to the uncertainty of my existence, hair brown and curly with a few streaks of grey here and there, cheekbones and nose prominent, cheeks drawn taut and lined, my cock pendulous and inclined to the left, my hand holding hers. Women said I was very handsome, men scoffed that I was merely pretty—although that didn't happen so often now that I was over thirty. My hair was still down to my-shoulders and I avoided beards and moustaches so I wouldn't look too old. But when I was younger my features and the deep brown eyes with their long lashes had made me a little pretty. Still, it got me laid a lot.
I sketched in the background, the house standing in its forest surroundings, and then, using the abstractness of the trees, I insinuated Chuck's face into the drawing to hover over us and look resentful. If I was in his shoes I'd certainly feel that way.
"Ready, John?" Tazu emerged from the sauna dripping with sweat and rushed into the shower cubicle. "Hurry, I'm dying!" she cried, and I put my book away and grabbed the hand-held shower. Tazu stood against the tin wall, held on to the braces at either side of her, and waited. I teased her a bit by not turning on the water when she expected it. Already her body had steeled itself against the coming cold and when I kept her waiting she said: "Please, John, don't make it worse for me-EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" A rush of cold water burst out of the shower head and splashed against her body with such force that she was pushed against the wall. With difficulty she clung to the braces and let herself be buffeted about for a minute before turning her back on me and cooling that part of her.
When she had accustomed herself to the change in temperature she turned back to me and parted her legs to the stream. I adjusted the nozzle to a fine stream and aimed it right between her legs, slightly below her pussy so that only the splattering water would get at her. She pursed her lips and moved her loins suggestively at me, and the more the water hit her the more she got into the motion of fucking. Her legs were as far apart as they could go, and I aimed the stream a little higher so that it actually slid along the lips of her cunt. Her high cries were drowned in the roar of water against tin, and when I let her have the spray full blast into her opened pussy she screamed with pleasure. I loved the way she could abandon herself to it, hanging off those braces and struggling to keep her legs open, fucking the tight stream of water as if it could feel it. Then, when she just couldn't get enough in that position, she slid onto the floor and pulled her legs back with both hands so that her cunt gaped at me. I moved in closer with the spray, almost jamming the nozzle into her cunt, and watched her writhe about on the wet cement Suddenly I flicked the adjustment from full stream to fine spray and Tazu stopped dead as water hit every part of her, but not nearly hard enough to do any good.
"No, no, keep doing it the way you were doing it!" she protested, sheltering her face with her hands. I just laughed and went on spraying her all over, until at last she jumped to her feet and tried to wrestle the shower out of my hands. She succeeded only when I was ready to give in, and as soon as she got it into her hands she turned it back to full stream and pressed the nozzle against her cunt with an expression of animal pleasure. "OOOQOOOWWWWWW NIIIIIIIIIICE! I" she cried, fucking the nozzle. She stiffened, sank to her knees, and laid the shower aside. "Lovely!" she sighed.
"Come here and I'll dry you," I said, taking a big terrycloth towel and holding it open for her. She came into my embrace like a little wet girl and allowed herself to be toweled down vigorously. She kept her eyes closed and leaned into me sleepily. When she was dry I took her into my arms and carried her upstairs to the 'bedroom. She was asleep before I put her down on the bed, and I wrapped a towel around her wet hair so she wouldn't soak my side of the sheet There she was, sleeping, naked, her legs open wide in a gesture of total trust, her little, pudgy pussy gazing at me placidly from its thin nest of hair. I pulled out my book and drew her from that angle, making her cunt the focal point, and it made me hard} just to contemplate her that way.
Around lunch time she woke up and came into the room I'd been using, as a studio. I had a few canvases ready and stretched, and one of them was up on a table with paints and turps close at hand. The portrait was of her on the bed, naked, just as I had drawn her, and when she saw what I was doing she squealed and laughed in embarrassment. "You are terrible!" she exclaimed. "How can you paint me that way? I like that one much better," She pointed to a portrait I had done of her fully dressed and perched on the railing of the patio.
"Sure you do, it's a real little Gainsborough," I said mockingly. "But how many portraits have you seen using this perspective? I think the cunt should be in the foreground. Women always look so proud that way. Look at your face—see it? Pure pride, pussy pride." She slapped me lightly on the arm and left the studio, but I knew she understood exactly what I was talking about. I worked on the portrait deep into the afternoon, taking less care with the details than with the overall impression, the color, the light, the dappling effect of the overhead trees, until I had it all down. I knew it was going to be my favorite painting of all time, and that the essentials were down. I could attend to the details later. Tazu was out in the pool, splashing about and calling for me to join her.
Her naked brown body slid through the deep water like a fish, and when I dove in she met me at the bottom of the pool. In the afternoon light the water was blue and green, with beams of sun shifting about like so many spotlights. I took her into my arms and pressed my body into hers to bring her back up to the surface, and once we had filled our lungs again we dove some more, swimming around each other like amorous dolphins, touching, squeezing, daring to kiss the other's parts under water, until it was mandatory to go back up. She swam away from me with quick, smooth strokes and I pursued her as best I could. The pool was twice the length of an Olympic pool and twice as broad, a lake almost, and Tazu could beat me easily in .the water. But she didn't swim that fast when she wanted to be caught, and I got hold of her foot just near the far edge of the pond. I drew her to me and began to kiss her fiercely on the mouth. My cock throbbed in the cool waters, my hands reached for her soft buttocks, and lovemaking was in the offing—when the fucking phone rang!
"Let it ring," I said huskily, kissing her face and mauling her tits.
"Then we'll only wonder who it was," she said. She pushed me away and clambered out of the pool to run along the concrete walkway and into the house. I swam across and picked up a towel on the way. My cock had gone limp and my mood had been dented. "Yes, Chuck," I heard her say. "Yes, I was swimming. Oh, you are? Oh good! Yes, yes, okay, I'll have it ready for you." She put the phone down and there were tears in her eyes. "He's coming home."
"When?" I said immediately.
"Tomorrow. He's flying over in the night and he wants me to meet him at the airport early. What are we going to do, John? Do you want me to run away with you?"
"I would except there's no place to go," I said grimly. "This is home. Shit! Why doesn't he go on working his way to an early heart attack like good executives should!"
"I don't know." We both sat down at the table and lit up cigarettes, stalling in the hope that one of us might have an inspiration. "I could make life unpleasant for him," she said slowly. "Maybe that will make him go away again, and then you could move back in."
"Yeah ... that's not such a bad idea, you know that? I just remembered, my brother lives not far from here. I could stay over with him and his family for a week, maybe two at the outside, but after that he's sure to kick me out."
"Why, doesn't he like you ?"
"I'm the black sheep of the family and he's the white one." I shrugged. "A corporate lawyer with a ranch house, what can I say?" Tazu smiled and we both felt a little better. "I'll call him right now and then you can drop me off there tomorrow morning on the way to the airport; and you can pick me up after you've dropped your turd husband off there again."
"You're so bad," she said reprovingly, but I could see her mind turning over. How unpleasant, could she be to the guy? And how thick-skinned was he? Tazu could be vicious if she was rubbed the wrong way, an instinctive ball-buster, so to speak. But I never trusted the situation when there were husbands involved. Women became confused by such big issues as marital fidelity and long-term security, and that made them forget all about passion and love. Still, my choices were indeed limited, and so I went over to the phone and got my brother's number from the operator.
"Hey, Richard, how're you going?" I said jovially when his familiar voice answered the phone. "It's your little brother, John. Yes, it's me after all these years. Listen, I just happen to be in the neighborhood and I got to thinking about the good old days, so what do you say we get together? Well, I thought I'd spend a week with you and your kin. You don't mind? Great, I'll see you tomorrow."
Richard was hardly enthusiastic but I had his consent, and that meant a place to crash. All I had to do now was pack my gear. I had arrived with a suitcase and would leave with a little more. The canvases were taken off their frames and rolled, the frames were thrown into the incinerator and burnt, and the paintings that were dry were treated the same as the canvases but with more reverence. Only the new painting and a few recent ones posed a problem. I couldn't leave them there because Tazu's skill at painting was deplorable, and the presence of someone who focused on her cunt as closely as I had was bound to arouse her husband's suspicions.
"Give it to me," said Tazu. "I'll hide it among the rafters. He'll never look there, and when you come back you can finish it—you pervert." She stashed the cuntal painting and the other few away and that was it. I was ready to go except that I hadn't taken my leave of Tazu yet; and that would take me all night. I motioned for her to come into the bedroom and to bring the wine and cheese and crackers. Insect screens slid into place above the bed to cover the skylight, others blocked the open windows, we turned off the lights except for a few candles by the rear of the bed, and we lay in the fading afternoon light with nothing to do but make love.
A sense of leisure pervaded us. The night hadn't even begun, and from that vantage point it seemed as though it would never end. But while we held hands and talked and caressed each other, dusk fell and was followed by a pitch-black night. Stars stood out brightly above us, nocturnal birds called into the deep forest only to have their echoes bounce back, and in our tiny puddle of yellow light Tazu and I drank wine, smoked joints, and let our excitement build up until we shook with lust.
She stretched out languorously at one point and caressed herself between the tops of her thighs with both hands, slowly, looking at me with big hints flashing from her eyes. I took a long sip of wine and held it in my mouth until my lips were pressed hard against her cunt. Then, holding her ass up and her hole open with both thumbs, I squirted the wine into her pussy, and when it was all gone I lifted her so she was almost standing on her head. "Hold it in now," I urged, "and come sit on my face."
Her muscle control allowed only a little seepage as she shuffled into position. Only when her cunt hole was directly above my mouth did she release the fluid. It was an impertinent little vintage to begin with but the addition of her juice gave it a kick that made my head spin! I grabbed her by the hips and held her down on me so I could suck every drop of it out of her, and by the time I was done, she was as high as a kite! I went on tonguing her and she rode her pussy into my face with such force that she was hurting me, but I didn't mind. I loved the feel of her tender flesh against mine and her coarse pubic hair chafing my face. And since it would be a while before I got to her pussy again, I tried to store up on it the way a camel stores up on water.
She looked down at me and caressed my long hair, whispering things at me in Japanese and English, and for the first time I felt truly confident that she would dump her husband for me. "I'll get a big divorce, John," she whispered. "My cousin is a very famous divorce lawyer, he could make us both very comfortable. And then we'll live here for the rest of our lives and make love every day. Would you like that? I would, too. Oh darling, make love to me now, put it in me, I'm going to miss it so much!"
She moved back along my prostrate body until her pussy met my raging erection, and with a quick motion she raised the knob so that it slipped neatly into her wet hole. We both sighed with utter contentment as my cock moved into her body; such a gratifying feeling to have her silken, moist skin slither along my cock, to have it fill her up to the hilt. She rested her hands on my chest and started to undulate slowly over my cock, working her pussy from side to side so that no part would be neglected.
In the course of fucking she lay flush on top of me and I rolled her over, a fluid motion which resulted in her wrapping her arms and legs around me and in me digging my toes into the mattress for support to shove my dick into her quaking pussy with long, potent thrusts. For some reason neither I nor my dick felt like coming. We only wanted to stay inside her palpitating pussy, to be in touch with her femininity and her love, and to have her croon her passion into my ear. I held her by her soft buttocks, squeezing her flesh as hard as I could and lifting her slightly, so my cock could slide In low and put pressure on her asshole. And my face moved from one nipple to the other, kissing and nibbling at her to make her cry out wildly, another night bird calling!
We rolled from one side of the giant bed to the other. I fucked her from behind, from the side, on top, and in impossible scissored interlocks, giving her something to remember me by. We fucked the night away, relentless, a little melancholy, and very greedy. In between the action we kissed and sucked, or had a cigarette between the two of us while our limbs remained in a tangle and the sweat kept us together like two suction cups. Only the first light of day broke through the spell, and even then we persisted until it was clearly impossible to go on any longer.
We crawled out of bed and into the shower and just stood there while the water streamed over us. My suitcase went into her Jaguar, the paintings were strapped to the roof rack, and suddenly we were no longer within the confines of the three-acre estate with its beautiful house. We were on a freeway hissing toward the real world!