The term paper

[Azalea]

Seeing what I wished to do, Mark got up and together we had the couch pulled open and the matress covered with a fresh sheet and blanket. I lay back, my head on a pillow, and stretched my limbs, sighing and settling into a cozy curl facing him as he sat on the edge.

He seemed happy to be just sitting there, smiling at me, his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around them. We remained wordless for a few minutes, both drinking in the immensity of what we had just shared. I wondered if I should ask him to stay the night. I often slept in my office, after working late into the night, so no one would think it odd for me to be there. I finally broke the silence.

"Mon cher, I am very tired, you have worked me hard! I shall just sleep here tonight. Do you wish to keep me company , or is someone waiting for you to get home?" I found I wanted very badly for him to say he wantd to stay.

 

[tragicomicnight]

I kept looking at her repose, utterly rapt. I could hardly believe I had just made love to such a woman. I could hardly believe a woman who looked like her would talk to me, let alone be willing to let me inside her. I sat up as the couch folded into a bed, but still for awhile all I could do was look at her, still full of awe. Then, she responded to my offer.
"Mon cher, I am very tired, you have worked me hard! I shall just sleep here tonight. Do you wish to keep me company , or is someone waiting for you to get home?"I shook my head. My roommate was visiting with his girlfriend and so I would have been all alone in my room. Even if I had someone to go home to, Marie would definitely have taken precedence. I would have done anything for her. I didn't answer at first, but put my lips to hers, kissing her very deeply. I thrust my tongue around intensely, seeking to discover every corner of her mouth, the whole succulent warm, wet space that still fascinated me even though I had all of her body. I moved my hand along her smooth, soft belly and then brushed her pubic hair. I considered moving back on top of her, but didn't right then, where I was was fine. I lightly began to tickle her clit before moving my finger into her making a quotation mark with it and just generally enjoying the fabulous place it was in. I broke the kiss to lay my head on her chest, but continued my fingering.
"Of course I want to stay with you, Marie. I want to lay with you all night. I want to fall asleep inside you. And in the morning, Marie, I want to FUCK you again. I want to FUCK you until you scream like a child. You're so beautiful, Marie, I want to stay here with you."

 

[Azalea]

Mark sat by me as I lay, resting after our coupling, and he bent to kiss me and traced his fingers over my belly to my pubic hair, and then let one finger slip inside of where he ahd just been. He played with my clit and lips as he continued to explore my mouth with his tongue. In spite of my deep satisfaction only minutes before, I found myself moving my hips with the sensations his one finger was creating, like electric sparks under my flesh.

When I asked him if he would care to stay the night with me there, in my office, he answered in a definite affirmative.
"In the morning, Marie, I want to fuck you again....until you scream like a child."
What a new confidence my young lover had gained from his first time inside a woman. And I had to admit I was proud to have been that first one.

I pulled Mark down beside me and rested one leg atop his hips, bringing his belly and groin up against mine in a tight embrace.
I stroked his back and kissed his throat, and thus we lay, fondling, kissing, for several minutes. I noticed his penis beginning to awaken again, and, wanting to delay a fresh bout of lovemaking so soon, I pulled away and sat up.

"Why don't I get us some wine? And I think I have something for us to eat in that little fridge there. I suspect we will need some energy a little later, don't you think, mon cher?"
As I got up to get our wine and food, I noticed a book of love poetry on the side table and handed it to my aspiring poet.
I opened it to a bookmarked page, and said, "Here is a little inspiration! Not that you need any, Mark."
The marked page contained a passage from the Song of Solomon:

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth-
for your love is more delightful than wine.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
your name is like perfume poured out.
No wonder the maidens love you!

 

[tragicomicnight]

My finger moved inside her as he kissed her vehemently, perhaps even roughly. I tried to maintain tenderness, but I was once more under the reins of erotic intensity. God, did I want her again! My body was already developing a second wind, but she wanted to wait. I trusted her judgment, which is something that saved me from potential disappointment. I noticed the passage she had bookmarked, and I couldn't help but blush. She was supportive as well as a volcano of passion. I watched her, the slight swaying of her hips as she seemed to sashay her way around the refrigerator. Even in such simple actions was she graceful and beautiful. I couldn't think of anything that she could do that she wouldn't look absolutely divine doing. I whispered verse under my breath.
"Lover,
All that you do is a dance,
Metronomous footsteps,
Slow, enticing hips,
Beneath you,
I am slave to your rhythm,
Each action another beat
In blushing moment's measure,
All things are music sweet,
Ballet of lingering pleasure."

She came back from the refrigerator with a platter of strawberries and creme. Under most circumstances, I would have been too hungry for such a light snack to satiate me, but this time was different. I could barely think of food, and when I did it all came back to her. The fruit's ripeness seemed only an echo of her own. I smiled as she took one of the strawberries between her delicate fingers and fed me.

 

[Azalea]

I brought some strawberries over to the bed and shared them with Mark, feeding them to him one by one, relishing the sensuous texture and tartness, dipping them in a ,little sweet cream and licking the milk off his lips when a stray drop appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ah, but that was my downfall.

As I bent to lap up that drop of red-tinted cream, his mouth smelled strawberies, and my nakedness suddenly reminded me that I was still quite aroused and flushed with desire. He had satisfied me, but it was that sort of satisfaction that only wants more, to be complete. My pussy positively ached with need when I looked into his eyes and saw that he, too, was eager for more.
Well, I looked at more than his eyes........but yes, my student was ready for another lesson.

I put the bowl of unfinished strawberries on the table, and knelt by the sofabed, whispering to him, "Lover, I need you inside of me again....but I want you to orchestrate our next little dance."
I bent to kiss his belly, loving the mingled scents of sex and strawberries and sweat and cologne. I waited to see what my young lover desired next.....

 

[tragicomicnight]

She wanted me to lead now. I kind of froze. It was like being a child in the most amazing toystore in existence given the choice between anything there. I wasn’t sure how to react. I had been inside her, I had tasted her, I had touched every part of her, experiencing so much of the sweetness and now I was expected to lead. I couldn’t help but just stare at her with awe for awhile, full of warmth, respect and admiration for her. I had loved her for her words, then I loved her for her body and now I felt like I was falling in love with her completely. In love with her glow, the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she ate. I knew I wanted to make love to her, but I wasn’t sure how to start. I couldn’t bear the thought of doing anything wrong or of making her feel badly, I shook at the prospect that I might not bring her pleasure this time. But then, I gazed at her for a long time, kind of taking in everything about her. She had taught me. She had led me into this new realm of experience and she believed that I belonged there. She believed that we should frolic in this gorgeous summer country together. Her smile brought light to my heart and I felt conflicted no more. I knew how to please her, since that was what I wanted most. I had passion and it would guide me, for that is what she had taught me. I took one of the strawberries and I squeezed the juice along her belly and down making a sticky red trail. I let my tongue follow it, down to the beginning of her pubic hair. I knew that would be too much too soon. I hovered over her, preparing to mount her, lifting her face to meet mine and letting our lips join together, where I felt they were somehow meant to be. The taste of the strawberries was still dominant in her mouth with distant hints that long ago she had taken in my juices. I let my hand experience her skin again rubbing slowly and just short of the areas she wanted to be touched in most. I wanted to make her body more sensitive, more ready. I broke the kiss and whispered. “Je t’adore, Marie…”

 

[Azalea]

Mark hesitated a long while, seeming to be at a loss for words......but then his instincts took over, and he lay me back on the bed. Taking a strawberry in his fingertips, he placed its juicy tip on my belly, just beneath my breasts, and gently pinched it, letting a little of the red nectar trail along my belly down toward my pubic hair. He then bent to lick up the juice with his tongue, and I shivered, remembereing the feel of that tongue on my labia and clit. I closed my eyes, expecting him to proceed to those places, but he surprised me by stopping short and lifting hileg to straddle me.

He knelt on all fours, hovering above my body, teasing my pussy with his hard cock lightly touching my groin and seeming to seek it out, then lifting again. He kissed me, the sweet taste of the berries mingling in our mouths as he probed me with his tongue.
His hand stroked my breasts, and I arched my back to press against him, but he did not finger my nipples. Instead he let his fingers trail in little circles over my belly and hips, reaching down to my hair and twisting little curly strands in his fingers, then tickling and teasing, trailing further down till his forefinger just barely grazed the very top of my mound, then withdrawing.

I found myself arching up and moving my hips to meet his, my body begging for his more intimate touch. He whispered that he loved me, and I sighed and moaned softly, answering,
"Take me please, mon cher.....entrez-vous, s'il vous plait."

 

[tragicomicnight]

Trembling with increased anticipation. Contemplation of her curves. Voyaging, discovering hands, seeking their only answer, my only answer, which was her. Mind awash in thoughts perfumed by floral feeling. Joyful heart still pounding shamanic primal drumbeats. Skin soft and warm as morning sunlight on bare shoulders kissing me awake. Seeking sweetsalt sweat tastes of the body beneath me. "Entrez-vous mon cher..." I knew I would. I knew this was where I was going. One shy, but knowing there was only good to be gained from it. Only ecstacy and awakening of all the forces in me. I let the words echo in my brain several times. All words for her were poetry. Each breath song. Strawberry mist. I breathe it, then go to the source. This is where the voice that drove me to act came from. This is where the voice that commanded me, that owned me, that enticed me came from. I sought to swallow that voice and keep it with me always. I can find it even now if I look hard enough. Tongue joined with her. Sampling the inside of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, the entrance to her throat. It made me think of other dark, secret safe utopian places. And then, I am inside her once more. She doesn't move for those tiny little firefly moments when she first feels my entry. Both of us border on breathlessness. Both of us have to gasp and moan. The words are understood. Our experiences made their Rosetta Stone. Nails on my back grazed my skin, holding on wishing to keep me close. Tiny little scratches, kindling for my bodyflames. I move with and within her.

 

[Azalea]

He hovers over my breasts, his mouth dipping down to pinch each nipple with wet, firm lips, tugging as he pulls himself up. My breath comes in panting gasps, my hands clutch feverishly at his strong back, tracing labyrinths into silken skin. He lets his penis play with my labia, tickling and taunting and summoning little cries from deep within me. Arching my pelvis up as far as I am able, I try to make contact with his groin, try to entrap his penic between my lps and draw hiim into me.
My vagina is painfully empty and aching, I need, I beg him, please......I will die without his hardness filling the hot open space that has widened inside.
He bends hs mouth to meet mine, probes my lips with his tongue, and I find tears welling up, I am so badly in need of his body pressing mine, his penetration of my physical and emotional essence.
"NOw, please, my love!" I cry out, unable to control my writhing, my hips grinding and seeking his entry. Finally he thrusts....hard, deep, he drives himself into me, and the fulfillment of my hunger stuns me. With each thrust, each kiss, I feel myself melting, my heart pounding, my thighs shaking, and I grow dizzy with pleasure.
He has learned so quickly......how artfully he moves within me, how strong his arms and legs are as they support and drive him home. How honey-sweet his mouth is, how he shivers when I suck his nipples.
I begin to see colors in myhead, hear music in his pants and grunts, and I lose myself entirely in my hunger for him. Closing my eyes, I find myself humming like a temple chant........

 

[tragicomicnight]

Synesthesiac sensory blaze. Each touch becomes a splash of color before my eyes, a sound unheard before. I take little tastes of her skin to remind myself how lucky I am and how utterly delectable she is. It seems like I am developing extra senses, new layers of perception pertaining only to her. My rhythm and hers are one and the same. There is synchronicity, but it is not ordered. Our movements cannot be tagged and organized, they just are. There was no greater rightness than being inside her, no place that connected to me so well. The sensations I felt were both of and outside my body. It felt like it was my very soul making love to her. It was magic. It was hard to believe she wanted me so much. I would not have thought that there could ever be a moment when another being was not complete or full without me. My thrusts were no longer slow and controlled, they were like those of an animal in heat. They bordered violence, tiptoeing the outskirts of brutality but not going in there entirely. Her hips were matching mine move for move and the muscles of her vagina enveloped me,surrounding me with a sheath of smooth eager skin. As her mouth found my nipples I made new noises, finding that speech would been ineffective, that true eloquence is found in one's feelings and the expression of them by any means. And language was not the only means. The intense flow of juice cascading through me would soon be even further evidence of that.

 

[Azalea]

Our bodies melded and merged and undulated, we slipped together into another realm, our voices grunting and moaning in a rough harmony, hips writhing in frenzied unison.......I felt my body trembling violently as mark's grew almost still, calm before the storm......I shuddered and then my vagina began the sweet throbbing I so hungered for. Mark's penis moved inside of me, spilling his seed deep within as he cried out in relief and what I prayed was joy.
Our orgasms timed perfectly, we shook together on the bed, arms clutching one another and hearts racing. Then, as the pleasure subsided, our bodies stilled and we rolled to the side, still holding one another, Mark still inside me.
I held him tight against me, not wanting to lose his penis, my hands cupping his buttocks to press him tight to me. I kissed his closed eyelids, tasted salt there, surprised to find evidence of tears.
I was stunned by the force of what I felt with Mark. I had gone looking for a pleasant dalliance, a diversion for an evening.....but this was something else altogether, more than I had bargained for. I found myself wanting to give to this young man things no one had ever received from me....including my heart.

 

[tragicomicnight]

Body's crescendo, mind's satisfaction, souls delight, three parts of two being one that night. Sated body, happy soul, comforted mind, mouth brought to verse and passion defined. The sky could have burned with flames, the earth could have opened wide and hungry, the moon and the sun could have shifted places and I wouldn't have known. Outside, the sun was starting to set. How could I have thought of waiting until morning? How could I have ever imagined denial of her for so many hours? In this little time together, she had already become breath to me. She had become the water to satisfy any thirst I could have ever imagined. She had become the fire that ravaged my restraint and the guardtowers of society that had told me no. She had become the fertile earth at my feet that kept me standing and from her grew fields of flowers like I had never seen before. I wept when she and I shared the grip of le petite morte. I am not ashamed to say it. No man who had known her as I knew her that day and had loved her as I grew to love her at that moment could have avoided it. If any man could, then he surely had no heart to love and no eyes to cry from. He would be a creeping sadness to be pitied and despised. So, I cried as any man would, and then I smiled wide, feeling the kind of glee that that Marie Denissonde could bring to me. And, finally, I rested my head on her chest, and as the rest of the world began to become dark, I was in a light like no other.

 

[Azalea]

From spark so insignificant is
our fire kindled into
a high blaze, flames not red
but turning into blue, then
white heat
the current of your kisses
lips conductors for
incandescent juices.

Fingers like synapses,
hot impulses arc from
tip to tip
we are hot wired
grounded in each other's
heat and power surge.

I found myself stringing together images, phrases, muttering to myself ideas for later polishing while cradling this boy, this petite homme, in my arms. Mon Dieu, he cried. When we came, he cried. He has made himself a gift to me, and I have received it to his expectations, I think. I hope. I pray.
How vulnerable he was, following my lead without question, letting me be the woman fortunate enough to take his nakedness into mine and initiate his body and soul in the eternal mystery of love. His beautiful head on my breast, He seemed to drift off, and I let him remain thus, nestling in my bosom like a sweet child who knows he has pleased his mother. I reached down onto the floor where a blanket had fallen, and pulled it up and over us....I felt suddenly very prtective of my sweet lover, this poet of the heart.
I had criticized his lack of passion, of fire, of life. He was not lacking in those qualities, he had proven that to me in an outpouring of rich sexual awakening that still stunned me to think about it.
And as images and phrases continued to flow through my head, I mouthed them softly, trying each one on for size, but feeling wholly inadequate to put our coupling into words.
I stroked and gently kissed his head as he slept, so peaceful, his virginal body satiated with our love. Mark belonged to me now.....but I was also his....

 

[tragicomicnight]

As she draped the blanket over us, I already began to miss the sight of her nude body. My eyes had never been so happy as when they were graced with the sight of my wonderful nude professor in repose. But, wrapping my arms around her, I could still feel her and it was right. It was as if my whole life I had been sleeping wrong because I would not be sleeping next to her. That was the case, I believe. How could there have ever been another way to sleep? I almost didn't need the blanket since I had worked up so much bodyheat and she was lying next to me. I tasted her cheek again, then nibbled on her chin. "Marie, I want to see you again tomorrow and more after that, I don't want to go, Marie. You've given me so much passion and it all belongs to you. I want to stay with you as long as I can. I can barely resist making love to you again right now. It's almost impossible to deal with the urge. Every second I grow a little more addicted. I think we should go to sleep soon, but promise me we'll spend as much of tomorrow together as we can."

 

[Azalea]

"Tomorrow is all for you, cher bette," I purred softly in his ear. "Whatever you desire, wherever you wish to be with me, it will be your day."
As I whispered these words of assurance, I cupped his chin in my hand and lifted his face to meet mine and.....my mouth was drawn to meet his, I could not resist another taste of his lips.
Tentatively at first, I used the very tip of my tongue to part his lips and just barely slip into his mouth. When he responded willingly, my kisses became more hungry.
"I want you," I sighed, "I am in need of your hands on my body, Mark."
I took his hand, kised his palm and wrist, then brought it to cup my breast, continuing to kiss him soulfully, my hand touseling the back of his hair as I pressed him to me.
His penis stirred, pressing lightly against my thigh, and I moaned with fresh desire. We would sleep, yes, but there was something to take care of, first.....

 

[tragicomicnight]

Her accent grew thicker when she said it and the pounding of my heart made me think it was going to spring from my chest.
"Tomorrow is all for you, cher bette, whatever you desire, wherever you wish to be with me, it will be your day." My day! This was already very much my day and here, there was going to be another one. It made me wish I had been with her since the morning so I wouldn't have wasted the early part of this day. I thought of the actions between the morning and being with her here and now and they were so trivial and wasteful. It was like when I was 10 years old and I spent my allowance on candy every week for a month and then I saw the skateboard I really wanted and thought I could never afford on sale. I felt wasteful in a greater magnitude now. How could I have ever been doing anything before her, anything without her? Moments before the day itself now seemed like they had been ill spent. And now, I was facing the prospect of getting a day with her in the morning. The next words from her lips and her next actions revealed that she was a person who did not want to waste any time either.
"I want you, I am in need of your hands on my body, Mark." This was not a request I was going to refuse. This was not a request I could ever think of refusing. She set my hand down on her breast, her sweet, white, petal soft breast that was absolutely made for my mouth. Or maybe my mouth was made for it. It wasn't a time for splitting hairs either. My mouth was occupied, though, she had brought her lips to mine and was drinking deeply and with an intense thirst. Her curious and clever tongue was making interesting shapes all around the insides of my cheeks and even the backs of my teeth. My fingers teased and pinched her nipple, making sure to be playful and yet show the worship that such wonders were deserving of. I felt my cock spring up, utterly revitalized from its short rest and ready to be inside her again.

 

[Azalea]

Mark seemed quite willing to comply with my blatant request for more lovemaking.....in fact, he seemed positively eager. He returned my hungry kisses with equal fervor, keeping his hand where I had placed it, on my breast. As our kissing deepened in intensity, I bit at his lower lip, and he began to playfully pinch my nipple, rolling it between his fingertips. Then his hand slipped down to my waist, to my hips, stroking my side as if savoring the texture of my skin. I lay on my back and pulled him on top of me, and then I shimmied down under him so that he was astraddle my breasts, with his penis near my mouth. His eyes grew wide, but he let me do as I pleased......I took him into my mouth and cupped my hands around his buttocks to hold him steady. He let out a sharp intake of breath, and his thighs began to tremble. I proceeded to take him deeply and flick my tongue all around him, fast, then slow, then fast again, experimenting with rhythms and intensities to see his response.
As I sucked on him, I stretched my legs out and flexed my muscles, pointing my toes and feeling luxuriously sensual, enjoying every minute. He panted, his eyes shut, and I thought he looked positively like an angel towering above me with his penis sheathed in my throat.

 

[tragicomicnight]

I had not been expecting her to take me in her mouth again, in fact it came as an almost complete surprise. But, it was a great surprise. Her eyes looked so innocent and large as she sucked on me. It made it look like she was the younger of the two of us by far. I moved one hand from her side to her sensuous, smooth face. It couldn't help but feel like brushing my fingers against her, feeling just how soft and perfect that face was. I tickled her oh so slightly, smiling impishly. The muscles of my face contorted and I gave a groan as this display made her suck harder. It was so much faster and less gentle than before, truth be told I was loving it. Her mouth was making me its slave, enveloping me completely in its realm of passionate delights. She slightly rubbed against it with her teeth, but strangely enough, it was not entirely painful, but a pleasure. It felt sharp but still great. My hands could no longer move now, all of my body had gone into a kind of stasis under the immense pressure of her sucking. "Marie..." was all that I could get out of my mouth, but it didn't look like she was listening anyway. Her devotion to the task had her as entranced as I was, and I was the one being pleasured, so the entrancement was quite significant. I felt that familiar rush again, that ultimate feeling of both power and helplessness, the apotheosis of orgasm was coming. "Marie..." I said again, "Marie..."

 

[Azalea]

"Marie....Marie..."

He uttered my name as if it were a chanted prayer, his body quivering as I used my tongue and lips as skillfully as I knew how to bring him to what I hoped would be an earth-sahttering climax.
I kneaded his ass cheeks and felt his balls tighten, and knew his release was near......so I withdrew my mouth just a little, not wanting to hurry this moment. He panted quite heavily now, his hands clutching at my hair, his eyes closed, seming in a trance of pleasure. I found the sight and scent and taste of him overpoweringly sexy and gorgeous, and my own arousal was at a painful level.
I played lightly with him, nibbling him and flicking erratically....then suddenly sucked him back in deeply down my throat and began milking him inearnest. My tongue flicks were timed perfectly, and he began to shudder, crying out softly as his seed shot into my throat.
Seeing him stretched above me like that, shuddering with orgasmic ecstasy, drove me over the edge, and when I knew he was spent, I let him slip out of my mouth and shifted my position so that I was able to kneel facing him.

"Mark," I said huskily, "my love, I am in great need of your mouth on me......will you do that for me, sweetheart?"

 

[tragicomicnight]

My eyes rolled back in my head so far that I swear I could have seen behind me if I tried hard enough. The sensation and the sights were not the whole of it, there was also the sound; a sound of both satisfaction and dependency like a baby sucking a bottle. It was endearing to see that an act that many women considered disgusting made her happy. It was endearing that making me happy made her happy. I would have done anything she asked, and I was warmed that her next request was something I truly enjoyed. She sounded so sexy as she said it, too, her French accent was there, but there was a kind of sophisitication I attributed to women like Lauren Bacall and Audrey Hepburn to her voice at the same time. It was the voice of a woman who knows what she wants and still wants it very badly. "My love, I am in great need of your mouth on me......will you do that for me, sweetheart?" Love...sweetheart...mouth...need. How could a no be an option? How could it be that any being with two ears, a brain and a heart could have possible refused her? I found it funny that there was a question. I took in the scent again of that garden of satisfaction. Still very wet, still mingled with my own scent. We smelled so much of each other. We were like wild animals who had marked their mates. I could not remain content with just that smell, as transcendent as it was; I needed the taste again. I licked her hungrily, almost selfishly from top to bottom, and then thrust my tongue inside. I was a bit methodical for awhile, but then I grew adventurous as I had before. I had to know what every glorious bit of her pussy rasted like. I had to know what it felt like. How could she have even thought to ask...

 

[Azalea]

Mark seemed more than eager to pleasure me with his mouth. In fact, he seemed surprised by my asking, as if I should have only expected him to wish to do so. He laid me gently back aginst the lush pillows, and then slithered down between my thighs and parted them. Lowering his head, he lapped softly at my labia, running his tongue all around their limits, nuzzling my sex with his nose....I could feel him breathing in my scent, and I stretched and sighed.
How does a woman truly describe what a man's tongue and lips feel like on her most sensitive, delicate parts? It is softer than silk, more deeply warm than a candle flame, moist as the early dew, sweeter than honey. HIs tongue darts in and out of my lips, tickling, teasing, lathing, the tip nudging aside my inner flesh, painting it with strokes of exquisite peasure too delightful for words. His lips closing in little soft munches, all over my tender, sensitive labia and clit......my mind cannot frame words for this, my throat can only purr and moan, my body writhe, my leg muscles strain and quiver.
Mark had learned my body's needs and preferences with remarkable quickness, and before very long he had my hips bucking, my thighs closing in on his poor head trapped between them, as I moaned to welcome the hot throbbing of my orgasmic contractions......over and over, wave after sweet luscious wave, and still he licked and sucked and munched and kissed.......prolonging my ecstasy till I thought I would grow faint with the pleasure's rush of blood to my brain.
As my release subsided, I sat up a little and reached for him to come into the circle of my arms......I took his face, damp with my juices, and kissed him all over, tasting me on his mouth and chin and cheeks, stroking his back and whispering words of love to him.

 

[tragicomicnight]

I watched her with utter fascination as her movements thanked me for the attentions lavished on her with my tongue. The heaviness of her breathing was by itself enough. It brought to mind the sight of her sucking me, looking serene and angellic during an act other's might have thought dirty. I noticed how her fingers stopped and pinched her perfect hard nipples. I noticed how her legs shook and how her breasts heaved. I noticed dewy little droplets of flesh starting to cover her. In such short time together, I had already seen her climax a few times and each one was new and beautiful in its own way. This one was split so evenly between tenderness and savagery, it was not violent but enthusiastic and passionate. It was as though she were possessed by spirits of the wind when it was just strong enough to blow the reeds along. As some semblance of composure came to her again, she began to kiss me and share in the sweetness I had gotten from her. Her kisses moved their way down my body as she laid me down, rubbing my back while she did so. My muscles which were starting to get tense from our epic lovemaking were starting to calm down again. I had a feeling Marie would not cease to exploit this new surge of vitality. And I was grateful.

 

[Azalea]

I pulled Mark up to lie on the bed, on his stomach, and I straddled his as and began massaging his back muscles, which seemed a bit stiff. As my fingers kneaded his muscles, I bent to kiss the smooth, flawless skin of his back, reveling in the perfection of his youthful body......later, I thought, I will write a sonnet about his body, his thighs, his mouth, his eyes, his.......glorious penis, I laughed silently to myself and gently pushed my hand under his groin to see if he were becoming aroused again. I was pleased to find evidence that he was!

I climbed off his ass and lay beside him.
"Mark," I asked, "would you lie on your back?"

Without any objection, without even a word, he rolled onto his back and my breath caught with the sexiness of his naked body. I had been looking at it all evening, but suddenly it was a sif I were gazing at him for the first time.

My eyes drank in the sight of his muscular chest, silky belly skin, his silky curly hair, and oh, that marvelously huge, hard cock. I turned so that my ass faced him, and mounted him, easing my cunt onto him, sliding him in with help from my fingers. Then I began to fuck him facing his feet, my ass cheeks spread for his view as I worked my hips up and down.

Mark said not a word, but reached his hands to my cheeks and fondled my anus, and i could hear his loud panting as I rocked back and forth on him.

 

[tragicomicnight]

Eyes closed. Giving way to sensation. I could see her in my mind as well as I could have seen her with my eyes open. I knew how her body moved as she pushed down on my manhood. I knew exactly how her glistening sex looked as it encircled me. I knew how her breasts lost their restraint as she bobbed up and down. I knew how her legs would look draped over my side. I spoke as she rode me harder than she had before, as she let brutality take over once more, as her body made sure it got what it wanted in the best way it could and still gave.
"Slickness sweetness softness,
Downy kisses where they are sought most,
Dreams fulfilled by angellic agents,
Sensations that can never sleep,
I wander places unimaginable,
Elysian bliss with stormy strength,
Enveloped,
Enraptured..."
I didn't know how she did it, but I swear every time it was always new and it was always perfect. I wondered what adventures we would have the following day and was still quite shocked that I had the energy to let even more pass on this night, this night that made my life, this night that was the true beginning of manhood. I had become a man that was hers, and thus I had become the right man.

 

[Azalea]

After our lovemaking, I looked at the clock and realized Mark and I needed to get some sleep, seriously. We had been fucking one another for hours.....having a glorious time, becoming attached in an intense way that surprised both of us.

"Cherie, We had best get to sleep, tomorrow starts early for both of us, n'est-pas?

"Marie, may I spend the night here," he asked.....sweet thing, to ask such a question!

"I insist! I can thiink of nothing more wonderful that nestling close to you and dreaming together." I rose and put out the one remaining light, and got back into bed with him. We got into a spooning position, his flaccid sex caressing my ass, his arm draped around my front, fondling my breast as we drifted off.

My last conscious thought was of how I anticipated the new day, with Mark, my lover.