Chapter 10
I lay back on the bed, and Cindy came at me. This one was to be her show, and I let her write the script. Starting from the carpeted floor, she moved up between my legs, her dark hair, then her heavily hanging breasts tickling my thighs. She even held her breasts so that only her hard nipples touched me, which added to the delicious sensation. And her devilish eyes and wanton smile brought all of her actions home. No matter how sexy one looked, it was how one did it, even more.
After a pause to nuzzle my cockhead with her sensuous mouth, then to use her fantastic cleavage to massage my upstanding rod, she came on up until her breasts lay on my front and her furry cunt along my rigid member. She dry-humped me for a bit, licking her lips and still gazing languidly into my eyes. But that wasn't really what she had in mind. Soon she went upright, tits bouncing, twirled around, and got in the top position for a sixty-nine.
It was then that I knew once and for all how wild Cindy was, even if she wasn't outwardly so like
Darlene. When I fingered open her wet pink labia, which were inches from my face, I noticed something that blew my mind for good. I hadn't discerned it during our session a few hours before, since we'd simply fucked, though I may have felt something a little different as I thrust into her. In any event, there it, or they, were now.
She had had her labia pierced and had added, set in gold, four beautiful pearls!
Not a word was spoken as she smiled upside down at me between her nakedly hanging tits, knowing that I had noticed. I might have said that something as valuable as her sex should be thus set off by jewels. But instead, I began licking her, especially around each of the smooth white pearls. I didn't neglect her clit, either, since it was like a fifth jewel. She wiggled her rear and even encouraged me to lick farther up, at her other opening. Never had I been on such intimate terms, and happy to be so, with her clean, wide-open cleft.
As I tongued her, I recalled that some women used little balls in their vagina to please themselves even as they walked around during the day. Maybe the pearls did the same the same thing for Cindy, and that was one reason she was always so horny
But I knew that I sorely needed some attention, too. And my fated lover, rewading my mind as always, wasn't slow to provide it.
Her breasts resting excitingly on my belly, she addressed her mouth to my upstanding rod. Soon she was licking me up and down, raking her pearly teeth along me; tonguing and sucking me to perfection.
"Oh. Oh god," I sighed, in between my mouth-work on her crotch. "Oh, this is heaven."
"Mmmmm," she responded, with my manhood still between her lips, the humming adding to my wonderful sensation. "Mmmmm. Mmmmm!"
I was harder, I thought, than I'd ever been before. My rod was standing far up toward my belly, a fact that made it even easier for Cindy, who was shorter, to give me ultimate head. Leave it to the one you loved best to do that for you, I decided. And leave the whole thing, maybe, to some absolutely mind-blowing pearls!
Hard as I was, though, I was also wildly sensitive. One needed more than a stiff cock, I knew, to maximize one's pleasure. Great sex was also in the heart and mind. And there, in that San Francisco hotel and after so long a separation, it was great indeed. I sensed that the approaching orgasm would be the best I'd had even with my magical dark lady.
But I didn't want it to be just oral. So I urged her off me, and I got her hot, big-breasted little body under me. Then, remembering to savor the sensation of the pearls in her sex on my member, I plunged deeply into her.
That was when an amazing thing happened. As I thrust slowly and tenderly, with all the heart in me, I had visions of all the women I'd lain with in between our meetings. There was Cindy's friend, Sharon, the equally small and top-heavy blonde. There was Marge, the big, naked dancer who had even gone so far as to have sex with her uncle. In Texas, there had been hot Maria, and then the beautiful cheerleader, Lynn. A vision came of Lori, my lab assistant, and then one of the ultimate big woman, Rosie. Finally, there had been the bikers Darlene and Melissa; how they could ride!
But then another thing happened. As I kept thrusting into Cindy's tight, silky cunt, all of those women did, for the first time, become her in my mind. And, provocative and memorable as they'd been, they paled in comparison to my dear little lover.
Call me a poet or a mystic, but there was one thing more. As the precious energy of sex flowed back and forth between us, we seemed to become each other, and then, suddenly, one person in body, mind, and soul. That was the way it was, I knew now, when you made it with the person you loved. And it was one of the best things in life.
In any event, we went on to come. Her arms and legs seized me, and she almost lifted herself off the bed. Her hips thrust and her big breasts shook as she transported herself to paradise.
"Oh, Jack. Oh. Ohhh!" Cindy gasped as she took her sublime ride. "Oh, yeah! Ahhh!" Her hot juices flowed like a river, and her pussy along with her whole body spasmed around me.
It wasn't simultaneous as I might have hoped from my recent thoughts, but my own climax was even stronger. Maybe she'd inspired me with hers, but it was the absolute payoff for all the years we'd been, and hadn't been, together. I slid my whole length inside her, stopped, then went rigid and held my breath. Suddenly it was as though a nuclear device, a supernova had gone off at the base of my manhood, to disperse shining atoms throughout space. In poor human terms, I underwent the longest, strongest, and most marvelous orgasm of my life, and I pumped the sweetest stuff ever.
Afterward, I lay back beside her once again, stroking her smooth, warm nakedness. "You'll think I'm odd," I told her. "But do you suppose that, to create the universe, some supreme being fucked?"
Cindy smiled. "Maybe so. And it would have been deeply appropriate. Besides, sperm do burst out like stars. And it might not be accidental that they call it the big bang!"
That was my Cindy. "Oh, well," I concluded. I thought of our seeming to become one person. "And perhaps, when we fuck, we put it all back together again. But now I have something else to say."
I gazed down at her dark-furred pussy, her swollen pink lips with the pearls in them. Drops of my white stuff were making pearls there, as well.
Yes, I did value that place of hers above those of all others, as she valued it, not improperly at all, as the seat of her being, too. And, while we were making it, I had reached a decision. I again wanted her-and it-all the time. As it had at the airport years before in Boston, the moment of truth had arrived.
"Lover," I asked, reaching down to cup her warm wetness. "Now will you marry me?"
Her answer made my heart rise. But it also strangely disappointed me, given the way we'd been.
"Yes, Jack," she said.
But then she made it right again by going on.
"Yes, Jack, I'll marry you, even though we're already married in our souls. So long as we don't live together. So long as we only meet when fate arranges it. So long as we keep fucking all the other people we find!"
That was my Cindy, in spades. And again, I wouldn't have had it any other way.
"You see, Jack," she concluded, stretching and lifting her magnificent tits. "You've been spending your life in search of me. But in doing so, you've also been finding ah infinite variety of experience, even more than I can give you." She paused. "And hasn't that made your life even better?"
I had to admit that it had. Damn, she was so wise. Or else, free as she was, she had the best line in the world. Once more, though, it didn't matter.
"So I marry you. Jack," she said, taking my hand. "Right here, and right now. But tomorrow, I have to fly away."
And she did, too. At the San Francisco airport, when she kissed me farewell, she also pressed something into my hand.
It was one of her pearls. It would have been outrageous, if it hadn't been so wonderfully in character.
Cindy. C-i-n-d-y. Just the sound of her name warms my heart and gives me an instant, throbbing erection. I'm still in search of her, or maybe of the romantic and sexual ideal in women that she represents.
And if there were eight other women in between the time we first met in Boston and our meeting a continent away, there have been eight more between then and now. I realize that I've accounted for just half the years; maybe sometime I'll tell more.
There have, of course, been more reunions: a wonderful weekend when we ran into each other in Paris, a torrid two days in New York, and as always, in my erotic dreams. Then, when we put our two halves together, it's again like speeding trains.
And just before each of our meetings, I somehow know it's on the way. Call it fate, call it our perfect mating, call it sexual telepathy, I don't care.
All I know is that the phone is ringing right now!