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by
Karl Schinke
I never knew her real name, so I call her June after the
month I first met her.
It was a hot month, hot enough to be August, and I was
working at The Lake, repairing the dock. When the heat got to
be too much, I tossed some beer on the raft and poled out the
quarter mile to the rock I call "The Island." It's so small
that no one bothers with it, so I enjoy going there for the
quiet.
I tied the raft to one of the ring of bushes that grows in
the thin soil at waters edge, got out of my clothes and into
the water. A few refreshing minutes later, I climbed back
out, grabbed the beer and a beachtowel, and went up on the
rock. I set my stuff down in the shade of the island's one
tree, and drank a can. Secure in the privacy of my little
spot, I dozed off.
Shortly, something woke me, and I opened my eyes. I
blinked hard, thinking I was still dreaming; for there stood
the most magnificent looking woman I had ever seen, quite as
naked as I, and apparently totally unconcerned about it. She
was blue-eyed and dark blonde, stood about five- seven,
slender and with firm muscles. Her waist was small, almost
tiny, with well-rounded hips below a firm flat stomach. Her
breasts were, well, perfect. Neither large nor small, firm
rounded cones crowned with dark pink jewels just made to kiss.
She was smiling, and looking at me very openly and
frankly. Then she said, in a soft voice with just a hint of
some kind of accent,"You are very beautiful."
Now. I'm not ugly, I admit, but nobody would mistake me
for a movie star, and absolutely no one had ever accused me of
being beautiful before! And to hear those words coming out of
such a face and figure as hers! I'd like to tell you I
replied with something clever, but I was just thunderstruck.
"May I join you?" she asked, seating herself on the beach
towel facing me.
"Of course." I replied. "Would you like a beer?"
"Thank you," she said, nodding.
I opened two cans and passed her one. A few moments
passed sipping the beer, while I tried to regain my wits.
I was getting an erection despite the embarrasment and
despite trying not to.
"Oh! You like my body," she said, smiling again, "It is
all right. I like yours, too. You have a very nice one."
This last she said looking squarely at my by now throbbing
manhood.
She sipped again from the beer, then leaned forward and
left a quick, brushing kiss on my left nipple. Her lips were
still cool and moist from the drink, and the sensation brought
shudders up and down my spine. I reached out to take her head
in my hands to kiss her, but she was up and on her feet in one
quick, graceful movement.
"I must go now," she said with that smile, and with just a
hint of a wiggle of her round, dimpled ass, was off toward the
lake side of the Island.
"Wait!" I called. "What's your name? Where are you
staying?"
I ran after her, only to see her climb into a kyack, and
paddle off. About a hundred feet out she turned and blew me a
kiss. I stood like an idiot and watched the kyack until it
passed round a point and disappeared.
J U N E
I went to the store, the deli, the gas station, anywhere a
person might go, but no one had seen anyone like that.
The man at the deli winked at me and said "Ja, sure I
vatch for dis Blonde of yours. I find out for you."
But a week went by, and for all my detective work, it was
as though I had dreamed her. And dream of her I did!
Then one late afternoon, I walked out on the dock, and I
saw a light on the Island, like a small fire winking in the
light breeze. I was on the raft and poling in a flash.
I arrived at the Island, tied up, and almost ran up the
rock. She was there, adding twigs and dry grass to a tiny
fire. I saw how cleverly the fire had been built in a hollow
of the rock- it could only have been seen from my direction.
She was wearing a loose checkered shirt and shorts, and
looked as magnificent as she had that other afternoon.
"Hello," I said. "I've been looking for you."
"I know. Come sit with me."
She patted a space on the rock, and pointed behind her. "I
brought some things. I can stay longer this time."
I looked where she had pointed, and saw a blanket spread
on the sun-warmed stone, a picnic basket, a bottle of wine and
two glasses standing in the shade.
We sat close to each other and talked for a while, though
each time I tried to ask about her - her name, where she was
staying - she would change the subject.
At last she smiled her special smile and said, "All these
questions! Come, let us eat and drink."
With that, she got up with her quick, graceful fluid
motion and walked to the blanket. Here she opened the basket
and produced a load of bite-size fried things like tempura. I
opened my mouth to say something, and laughing, she popped one
in.
I joined the fun and stuffed one in her mouth.
She handed me the wine bottle and corkscrew.
It was one of my favorites. I opened the bottle and
ceremoniously poured. She touched glasses and murmered,"To us,
and to Now."
I sat with my back against the tree, and she slid over and
leaned her back against my raised knees, half facing me. She
pulled the basket closer, and took another item and put it to
my mouth. I half took it and leaned forward to offer her a
share. She leaned up and bit the offered piece. Our lips met,
and lingered a moment before she drew back and chewed.
She lifted her hand to my face and drew the outline of my
mouth. I siezed her lithe fingers with my lips and eagerly
kissed and sucked them.
With her free hand she began to draw little circles around
my nipples and to trace the outline of my ribs. Even through
the material of my tee-shirt the sensation was delightful!
I reached for her chin and drew her to me. This time she
didn't draw away, but brought her face to mine with softly
parted lips.
I traced her lips with my tongue, then gently explored her
mouth. It tasted cool and sweet. Then her tongue found its way
into my mouth. I sucked it ever so gently, and she moaned
softly.
My left hand played with her soft, long hair and with her
ears, and stroked her back, and eventually found its way to
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her right breast. The soft cotton of her shirt did little to
hide the firm, yet yielding texture of that delightful
handful. She began to hum again.
I found and opened the top buttons of her shirt, and
slowly began to trace a line down from her neck with my
fingers. She took my hand in hers and pressed it firmly
under her shirt.
I can't describe the texture of her skin - the most
incredibly delightful feeling. I gently cupped the object of
my attention in my hand, kneading it, then squeezed and
stroked the jewel that crowned it.
While I was busy with that, her deft hands had pulled my
tee-shirt up under my arms and were stroking my chest and back
bringing me goose-flesh and chills.
When finally we parted from the long kiss, we were both
pumping air like just-surfaced divers.
I made to pull my tee-shirt off, but she cried, "Wait! Let
me," so I stopped.
Ever so slowly and gently, she pulled it off my arms and
over my head, in the process planting wet kisses on my chest
and neck.
She smiled that smile of hers, and I knew it was an
invitation. So with equal slowness I undid the remaining
buttons of her shirt, and very deliberately exposed her twin
delights.
I lightly kissed the tip of each in turn, then slowly drew
the shirt off her shoulders.
She put her arms around my neck and drew us together until
her breasts were brushing my chest, then slowly drew them back
and forth against me while I kissed her neck and ears.
Then I kissed my way down her chest to the valley between
her perfections, and worked my way up to her now firm nipples.
These I gently sucked, licked and pulled with my lips,
watching them pucker and strain to grow ever more.
She was moaning softly again.
Then she undid my belt buckle, and popped the snap of my
jeans. Ever so slowly she pulled down the zipper, her fingers
tracing lightly across my confined manhood.
I could hardly contain my eagerness, but somehow I
equalled her deliberateness in undoing her shorts. Half
seated as we were, the garments would not come off, though, so
laughing, I got up and removed the remaining clothes from my
body, and she hers.
"So," she said, "we are as we were when we met."
The sword of my manhood was standing in full salute to her
beauty, standing an arms length away, examining me with that
frank, open gaze I had first seen that other afternoon.
This time it was I who murmured, "You are beautiful!"
"It is very exciting to see how your body likes mine," she
breathed, and stepped toward me with her sensuous lips
slightly parted, her face lifted for a kiss.
I drew her to me, and lightly brushed her lips with mine.
The tips of her perfect breasts touched my chest, and my spear
was brushing the inside of her thighs. She put her arms
around my waist and began to brush my back with the tips of
her fingers.
Gradually the pressure of our kiss increased until our
bodies were pressed together, and our tongues working
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feverishly at each other. Her hands grasped my buns and
squeezed hard, crushing me against her body.
When we parted, we were gasping for air once more, our
inner furnaces in flames. I licked and kissed my way down her
neck, pausing to nibble her ear. I continued down her chest,
and, cupping her delightful breasts in my hands, squeezed them
together until I could lick both nipples at once.
Then, keeping a hold of those wonderful globes, I kissed
my way down to her navel. Truly the jewel so highly prized in
Arabian writing, I thrust my tongue into it, and sucked it
gently. She worked her fingers through my hair and shivered
lightly.
With my face pressed against her belly, I became intensly
aware of the extremely erotic personal perfume of her arousal.
It was intoxicating, and my fires rose to a fever pitch.
I kissed my way down the softly rounded mound of her belly
toward its source, sliding my hands down her waist and hips
and around to the delightfully rounded cheeks behind.
I nibbled and kissed at her thighs, her belly, and pulled
at the curly fur of her love nest with my lips. So soft! I
blew a gentle stream of air at her down, and she shivered once
more, humming a low moaning sound almost like a purr.
I looked up at her, and the light of the setting sun had
turned her skin a golden color. She looked like a bronze
statue of a goddess, perhaps Diana the Huntress, but alive,
her chest rising and falling with her excited breaths.
We sank down so that we were kneeling before each other,
and we kissed once more, melting together as though we could
become one body through our joined mouths.
Her exploring fingers found their way to my throbbing
stiffness, and her other hand cupped under my balls. She
gently played with me, touching, stroking and squeezing, her
fingers tracing around the crown, teasing out a "teardrop."
This she wiped from its "eye" with her fingertip, then
carrying it to her lips, licked it away.
Then, holding each other closely, we sank down on the
blanket. She continued her playful teasing, while covering my
chest and belly with kisses, tickling me with her loose hair
falling over me.
I turned my attention back to kissing and teasing her
belly. Her back arched and her body pulsed with my
attentions. Finally, with a small cry, her hands grasped my
head and drew it between her parted thighs. I buried my face
in the musk of her, the soft parting folds of her. I explored
her with my lips, probed her with my tongue. I found the
petals of the rose of her, and drew them into my mouth. I
discovered the bud of the rose hiding in its litle nest and
kissed it, drawing it forth , covering it and circling it with
my tongue. Her back arched and writhed, little cries
bursting from her mouth. I drank of the nectar of the gods.
I paused a moment to look at her. Her skin seemed to be
glowing, her beauty enriched. Then she drew up and looked in
my eyes with that special smile. Her face was framed against
the soft colors of the summer sunset. Would that I were a
painter to capture that moment on canvas!
She drew my spear up in her hand then, and with purposeful
slowness, placed a kiss on the point of it. She drew her
tongue along its length, around the circle of its crown. She
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lingered to probe its one blind eye with the tip of her
tongue, and then I was engulfed. I felt the cool of the
evening breeze alternate with the warmth of her mouth. I
became her ice cream cone, her toy. Several times I was
brought to the brink, but she skillfully avoided my eruption.
Despite the warmth of the evening I was shivering
uncontrollably.
When I thought I could stand no more, she drew away, and
lying full length over my body, covering my face with kisses,
she whispered, "I want you inside me!"
"Oh, yes?" I asked, playfully.
"I want you deep in my body," she continued, "I want to be
filled with you."
As she whispered, almost breathed this last, she moved up
over me, straddling me like a horseback rider. Guiding my
weapon with her hand, she rubbed it gently against the moist
entrance to her tunnel of love. Then she slowly impaled
herself, taking first just the head of my weapon, withdrawing
slightly, then driving in an inch, withdrawing again, and so
on in an inexorable slow plunge until my proud sword had
disappeared.
Meanwhile, my hands, almost of their own volition, slid up
her body, measuring her thin waist, counting her ribs, then up
to embrace her twin cones of delight, and rolled the berries
crowning them between thumb and forefinger. She slowly arched
her back, pressing her breasts against my hands and deepening
my intrusion into her body.
So we stayed for a long minute, coupled, not moving,
letting our bodies savor each other. Then my sword, sheathed
in the warmth of her scabbard, pulsed involuntarily.
"Mmm," she murmered. "That was nice! Do it again?"
I contracted my muscles so that my weapon jumped again
within her, and her body answered, squeezing my lance within
her.
"Uuhh. Can YOU do that again?"
She did. Then she smiled, and began slow rhythmic
contractions, moving on me all inside, without any outward
movement. Never had I felt anything like this before. My
steel-hard instrument began to pulse in response, increasing
the internal motion.
I raised my head and replaced my hand with my lips on the
hard raisin of her right nipple.
"Ohhh," she sighed, "I like when you do that."
My hands went to her hips, where they guided her in a
gentle thrusing while my mouth was busy kissing and sucking at
the roseate haloed glories which she offered me in alternation.
Then she leaned forward, and kissed my mouth, her tongue
entering me in mimicry of the sword within her. She slowly
moved her tongue in and out. I received it eagerly.
Holding me clenched tightly within her, she extended her
legs, one at a time, so she was lying full upon me. She
brought her legs together, clasping me within, and pumped her
hips gently.
Holding her tightly with my arms, I rolled over so that
she was now beneath me.
Her hands began a dance on my back, and her feet slid
behind my knees. I withdrew my weapon almost completely from
her, and slowly teased at the entrance with slow, short
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thrusts.
"Mmmm, mmmm, ooooo," she murmered.
Then I plunged deeply, burying myself.
"OOhhhh!"
I repeated, setting up a three - one rhythm. I began to
nibble and lick her earlobe.
"Uh... More... Ohhh..." she panted. My own breath was
labored.
Not wanting to bring myself to culmination yet, I paused,
and as I did so, she drew her knees up beside my ribs. I drew
her legs around till her calves were resting on my shoulders,
then resumed. My plunges, aided by the new position, were
probing new depths.
"Ooo...mmm...mmm...MMMM...OH!...OHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Her hands and feet began to flutter. Her belly
contracting, her love tunnel became a furnace, heaving and
convulsing. I pressed in deeply, mashing by pubic bone against
her lovebud, the point of my spear throbbing deep within her.
"NNNNNNG!...MMMMMMM!...OHHHhhhh!...Oh!...Ooh!...H!...H!"
The depth of her orgasm was incredibly exciting. Her skin
became radiant, almost glowing. Her eyes glazed. Her nipples
erected so far they seemed to burst. Watching her, I was ready
to trigger.
"Ohhh...Please...MMMMM...You too", she panted.
"No. Not (mmm) yet. I want (ahh) you to have (mm)
another."
A few moments of inactivity.
Calmer. My internal fires subsiding slightly, I lifted one
of her legs over my head, and turned her. Still coupled, we
manouvered so that she was kneeling before me, her magnificant
buttocks raised toward me. I reached around and under her,
one hand cupping a breast, the other finding her love button
and gently stroking it. I renewed my rhythmic thrusts, which
she answered by rocking back onto me.
One of her hands found the sac of my scrotum and began
caressing my balls, gently squeezing them, her fingers
stroking them.
I brought my hands to her back, scratching it gently.
Then I moved them down, my fingers tracing her spine down to
the valley between the dimpled globes of her rump, then to
feel and squeeze the flesh of them.
I watched, fascinated, how our organs fit together. How
her flesh wrapped around me, clinging to me on withdrawal as
though reluctant to let go, then turning inward again. The
sight was too much to bear.
My thumb strayed to caress and stroke the soft purplish
pucker of her postern gate. It was wet with the overflow of
her passion. I played with it, my fingers dancing lightly.
She squirmed and moaned again, driving back onto me.
"Yes!...Ohhh...MMmmm"
A red fire began somewhere in the small of my back,
coursing down the nerve channels, striking my balls afire.
Vaguely, through the hot red flush overtaking me, I knew she
was cumming again.
"OOHHHHH!" she said.
"Gah!..Nng!...Ohhh!" I replied.
Again and again my cannons fired. I felt it would never
stop. I was transported. There was no island, no world,
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there were only the two of us, sharing a rapture eternal.
Gently, and still coupled, we sank together onto the
blanket, both face down, breathing as though the air had gone
elsewhere, leaving us in vacuum.
When breath returned, I kissed the nape of her neck, her
ear.
"Mmmm, don't stop."
"Not for a hundred years or so!"
She pressed her legs together, trapping my softening
member within her.
"I didn't think it could be like that, first time," she
whispered, almost to herself. "It's supposed to take practice,
getting to know each other."
"That's what they say," I replied. "Perhaps there still is
Magic in the world."
I kissed her shoulder. She giggled slightly.
"That's not fair. I can't kiss you, lying this way. But
if we move, you will slip out, and I still want you inside
me."
"Then be still and let me kiss you."
"But I can't see you either."
"It's getting dark, anyway."
"The moon has risen. It is nearly full tonight. It will
be bright enough to see. Ah. See what your moving about has
done. You have fallen out anyway. Let me turn over."
I let her.
She took my face in her hands and kissed me. I was
holding myself up on my elbows, not to crush her, but she put
her arms around me and hugged me hard.
She reached out and pulled the basket closer.
"I'm hungry, are you?"
"Yes, and thirsty. Where's the wine?"
We ate and drank, lounging closely together. I could not
keep my hands from her body. Her breasts tantalized and drew
me to them. She did not object, in fact enjoyed the attention.
I wondered how we could be so easily at home with each
other, our first time together, and hardly knowing a thing
about each other. I was astounded how it didn't seem to matter
at all. I was content to be with her, to touch her delightful
skin, to hear her voice, and just to be in her presence.
"I am filled with you." she said, after a while. "You are
dripping from me, and making a mess! Do you always make so
much?"
"No," I laughed. "You have drained me completely. An empty
shell sits before you."
"Oh, no. That would be a shame. The night is so young..."
"Yes, 'and you are so beautiful.' Don't fret, I'll
recharge!"
"Let's wash off in the lake." She sprang up and started
for the water.
"Hey. We just ate. Come over here, there's a shallow
place."
We splashed and played in the water like children, until
the cold numbed our toes, and we walked back up onto the warm
stone, drying in the light breeze.
"Have you 'recharged' yet?" she smiled, eying my
still-limp manhood.
"Doesn't look that way. I told you I was empty."
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"Well. Let's see about that."
She took my soft stub in her hand, and began to play,
rolling it, kneading it. The fires began to stir again in my
belly. She tickled it with her damp hair, drawing the strands
across its knob.
Then suddenly, she pounced upon it with her mouth, its
softness disappearing completely. She drew on it, pulling it,
stretching it, pulling her head back. This time it was I who
moaned. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, it responded to
her attention. She continued to attend to it.
I reached my hand to her round rump and played there,
gently touching the folded softness, stroking the insides of
her thighs, lightly stroking the wide valley between her
buttocks, lightly pinching the well-muscled globes.
"Let me return the favor," I whispered, tugging at her.
"Mmm, of course." She moved over me, bringing her musk to
my nostrils, and once again I felt my fires heat to it. I
drew her down to me. I reached up with my tongue, searching,
exploring. I nibbled at the opening folds, probed at the
tunnel they uncovered.
She resumed her activity, working subtle magic on my now
stiff member with her lips and tongue.
I teased at her little bud with the tip of my tongue, then
circled it with my lips and sucked at it. Then, flat-tongued,
I stroked it. Each stroke and tease brought forth a little
shivering sigh.
My tongue explored further, finding her other, more
puckered opening, and probed at its soft tightness. I kissed
and sucked at it. When at last the gate opened slightly to
admit my wet tongue, a gasp of delight escaped her lips.
As my tongue traveled from one delight to the other in the
valley of love, she began to make soft, musical sounds in her
throat.
She was not idle, either. Taking first one of my balls
into her mouth and gently sucking it, then the other, then
returning her attention to my shaft. Then she did a most
remarkable thing- with her teeth she ever so gently began to
gnaw on my shaft head. The sensation was incredible! My
frenzied heat rose.
"Mmngmum," I moaned into the folds of her flesh.
I worked at her feverishly with my mouth, trying to
pleasure her everywhere at once. Then I brought my fingers
into play. Carefully wetting two fingers, I squirmed one into
each aperture, burying them to the second knuckle, while using
my mouth and tongue on her button.
"UmmmMMMmm," she cried, her lips around my spear.
She carefully wet a finger of her own and probed into my
rear, gnawing at me all the while.
We both began to moan and hum, the vibrations adding to
the stimulation. The fires were rising again, and I felt the
flood beginning. She pressed the fingers of her free hand up
under my sac, stemming the tide. I felt the explosion turn
inward, blasting my senses again and again. It seemed my
skull would explode!
At last her body quivered and shook and with a small
muffled cry, she released the dam, and working my spear with
both hands, her lips tight around the corona, she sucked at my
reservoirs, swallowing all I produced eagerly.
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My fingers were clamped tightly in her body by the spasms
that shook her. Her musky wetness covered my face. Her
button danced on my tongue.
Once again we had reached the pinnacle together, and I was
transported not only by my own pleasure, but by hers as well.
When at last she released the grip she held on my fingers
and my spear, leaving a last kiss on her love-bud, I slid
myself around to face her, and lying on our sides, we held
each other tightly and kissed, our bodies still trembling.
"See, she whispered, half into my parted lips, "You were
not empty after all. And now you will be part of me forever."
"And you of me," I replied, sucking my fingers.
"We seem already part of each other," she said. "I still
can't beleive it's our first time together! It seems almost
that we have been together before, often, long ago, and are at
last rejoined." She laughed then and said, "Perhaps you are
Apollo and I am Aphrodite."
"You are at least as beautiful," I replied, my hand
cupping her delicate breast once more.
"Give me some wine, Apollo"
I reached around and poured a glass, and on impulse,
filled my mouth with it, then kissing her, shared it with her.
"What a sensual creature you are! And how my body reacts
to you!" she murmured.
"I was about to say that to you. But who are you?"
She smiled again, and with a quiet, serious look, replied,
"Aphrodite. Here, have some wine."
Taking the glass from my fingers, she drained it, then
covering my mouth with hers, shared the wine.
"Tell me what you like." I suggested.
"Oh, the trees, the lake, your body, this island,
moonlight, touching you, you touching me..."
"Yes. But I mean, what sort of things might you want me
to do? What pleasure can I give you? Something perhaps that
you've dreamed?"
"Oh. But you already have, my Apollo!"
"Mmm. I know. But maybe there's something more?"
"Ah, well. I want you to do everything you know how to
do, then do everything you can think of to do, then a few
things you've never thought of, then when you run out of
those, start all over again!" She laughed.
"Hm. Well," I laughed too. "Is there any more wine?"
"Uh," she twisted around to look, giving me a most
delicious view of her back and rump.
How beautiful she was in the moonlight, now quite bright,
the moon having climbed the ladder of the sky, hanging big and
round overhead. Her skin seemed to shine silver, her hair
spun white gold.
"Yes," she said at length. "But you will have to open the
other bottle. We finished the first."
"All right. You know, I have several bottles of the same
chateau in the cabin ashore. Shall I get it? In fact, why
don't we pack up and go there. A body so soft and beautiful
should not be roughing about on a rock!" I stood up, ready to
do so.
"Oh, no," she cried. "I don't want to go indoors. Gods
like Apollo and Aphrodite should never be crammed into a
building."
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"But even the gods will get mosquito bites, and if this
breeze stops they will be here by the thousands, and your skin
should never be so mistreated!"
"No. Please. This is now our island. It is ours and
only ours. I want to stay here. There is nothing here to
pollute tonight. We have another bottle, and some more food.
There is some french bread and cheese."
She was lying belly down on the blanket, propped up on her
elbows, watching me.
I nodded. "Yes. It IS magical here. And it's cool and
pleasant."
"You look so beautiful standing there in the moonlight. I
think you really are Apollo."
I sat back down, and stroked her back, my hands straying
over her delicious dimpled rump.
"And you look like a silver statue come to life. Hand me
the corkscrew?"
While she reached out for it, I made a pillow out of extra
folds of the blanket for her.
"Oh! Look what just fell from the sky!" she laughed. She
propped herself on the makeshift pillow, half turning on her
side, and watched me open the bottle.
I poured out two glasses. We sipped quietly, while my
hands returned to their play.
"How long will it take for you to 'recharge' again?" she
suddenly asked.
I chuckled. "You are insatiable! Honestly, I don't know.
You stir things up in me like never before."
In fact, to my amazement, I was stirring already. Just
watching her, the curve of her hip, the smooth round dimpled
globes of her bottocks, her breasts falling slightly sideways
as she lay, her hair cascading over her shoulder, a strand
waving in the light breeze...
And something, I didn't quite know, indefinable,
beautiful.
On sudden impulse I said, "Lie back, get comfortable. I
want to give you something."
She did. With a confident, trusting look. And then I knew.
The something indefinable.
"You trust me." It was a statement.
"Why, yes," she answered. "completely. And you trust me."
"Yes. I don't know why, I don't care to know why, but that
is the way it is, the magic of it, isn't it."
She laughed again. "Yes. Why should the gods fear each
other?"
I kissed her then. A tender, brushing kiss that
transmitted both tenderness, and the heat of passion. I
wanted to give her the orgasm of her life.
I lifted her legs up, then raised her hips until she was
in a half- shoulder stand. I parted her thighs, and kneeling
before her, I propped her up on my legs. Even in this
ungainly position, she still looked graceful.
Again I marvelled at how beautiful she was. The valley of
love which opened before me, filling my nostrils with its
heady perfume, also filled my eyes with delight. The soft
butterfly folds partly concealed between the soft mounds of
her outer lips, the soft curling downy fuzz. I stroked her
thighs with my fingertips. I kissed the stretched fleshy
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mounds of her rump, nibbling at them gently.
I blew a stream of air across the the slowly parting folds
of her, and gently traced a line around them with my fingers.
I kissed gently at the soft mound of flesh over her pubic
bone, pulling lightly at the soft curls there.
"Mmm. You tease." she sighed.
I moved slowly downward, kissing gently at the pouting
lips. I moved back to look at her.
"Oh, don't stop!"
"I want to look at you. You are so incredibly beautiful."
I touched my tongue to the crease between the frilly pink
petals and her thighs, tasting the curved hollow on each side.
I watched the warm butterfly wings begin to open, then
gently and languorously sucked at the fleshy folds of her, one
at time. I felt their heat increase, heard her sighs deepen
with my slow attentions.
I drew back again to gaze at her, hypnotized by the
delight before me. I drew my fingertips across her cheeks,
along the moist mounds of her lips, then gently thumbed them
apart, revealing the soft, smooth, glistening valley between
the scalloped inner lips, the little bud at their junction
pulsing slowly.
Then slowly, with my tongue extended, I descended.
She sighed, then moaned with my gentle invasion. I drew
my upper lip across the nest, buried my tongue in the soft
folds of her tunnel.
Extending the blade of my tongue till it ached, and
pressing my mouth tightly against her, I opened the gates. I
withdrew my tongue, then extended it again, tasting the warm
moistness of her canal. Then I began circling it within her.
The taste of her was driving me wild. The blood roared in
my ears. I felt the veins of my neck throb.
I withdrew again, and traced my tongue upward to the nest
of her love bud. I nuzzled at it, drawing up the inner valley
to tease at it again and again.
Each touch brought another gasp from her.
I began a gentle tongue- brushing, starting from just
behind her rectum, flicking up across the soft flesh, the
heated tunnel entrance, and ending with a caress of her
erected button.
On each trip, I felt the little ring of her postern
opening press out, then draw back, felt the superheated folds
of her love tunnel seeming to grab for me, her love- button to
press at me.
I felt her muscles begin to tighten, and relaxed my
rhythm, spending more time, warming her further. I wanted her
to crest more slowly and higher than ever before.
Slowly she relaxed, but her hips had taken up a motion of
their own. Taking their cue, I matched the tempo, pressing
into her, sucking at the extended button, the fleshy, frilly
labia. I kissed at her rearward opening, it's tight little
pulsing ring . I gently invaded it with the point of my
tongue, my little blade alternately pressing wetly in and
being pressed out.
Once again, her muscles began to dance, once again I
eased. Her bud pressed outward, I teased gently at it,tracing
the root of it with my lips and tongue. Her gasps rose, her
hips rotated, pressed up to me.
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This time I went on. Her belly heaved, her nubbin danced.
But I didn't stop. I knew there were further depths. I
ground my face into her, sucked at the nest of her bud,
stabbed at the little wad, rolling it between my lips. Her
ecstasy rose ever higher. I knew she had cum, but I went on.
"Ohh. Ohh. Oh please stop. No, don't stop. Ohh. Oh."
She babbled.
My tongue and lips worked almost by themselves. I became
intoxicated, lost in the heady ecstacy I was inducing, lost in
the taste of her. My mouth locked over her entire organ,
sucking it. My tongue became a fiery blade, circling within
her body.
I pounded my tongue into her, though my jaws ached, and
the base of my tongue stretched painfully. My face was
drenched with her creamy fluids and my own spittle. Her
nubbin ground at my nose, my slippery chin pressed into her
rear.
Her babbling became incoherent, little cries interspersed
with animal growls. Her hips bucked violently against me.
Her feet came up and her heels began to pound at my shoulders.
I continued to gnaw at her. Her fingers wound into my hair
and pressed my face into her. My aching hard spear was
throbbing tumultuously. My blood roared in my ears, my body
was trembling.
I pursed my lips around her love button, sucked it,
licking it, drawing the flat of my tongue across its head.
I inserted a drenched, soaking finger into the soft
puckered ring of her rear opening.
Her voice broke into sobbing gasps, the violence of her
hip motions peaked, her sphincters clamped hard. I almost
came myself. Her motions began to subside, and I sensed it was
enough. I eased my aching tongue, and gently kissed at her.
I looked up at her face. Even in the moonlight I could
see how flushed she was. Gently I let her hips down onto the
blanket, slid down beside her, and stroked her sweat- drenched
belly with my fingertips.
I kissed her cheek.
"Ohhh." she sighed. "so long. It went on for so long. It
seemed it would never end. I didn't want it to end. I almost
couldn't stand it, but I didn't want it to stop."
She put her arms around my neck and drew me to a long,
long kiss.
Her body was still trembling. She smiled, ran her fingers
through my hair, and placed wet kisses on my lips.
"Mmmm. That was good," she breathed into my neck. She
reached over me, her rose-tipped cones brushing my chest, and
took up the wine.
Pressing her lips to mine, she filled my mouth.
I brushed her back and sides with my fingertips.
"Did you say there was some cheese?" I asked.
"Um, hum."
Again she reached over me, her twin peaks brushing me ever
so lightly, and, breaking off a piece of cheddar, offered it
to me with her lips.
I took the cheese, sucking her upper lip briefly.
"This is the best way to take food," she said. "Lovers
should never have a meal any other way!"
She broke another piece of cheese, and again offered it.
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I took it the same way, and gave half back.
She bent and licked up the crumbs from my chest, lingering
at my nipples. She ran her hands up and down my chest,
pressing gently here and there. I wondered if the Roman
emperors had been ministered to as well.
We ate quietly for a while, savoring each other as well as
the food.
After a while, she lay down, cradling her face on her arms.
How beautiful she was, I marvelled again! The curve of
her back, narrowing to her small waist, broadening to her
smooth hips, the firm globes of her cheeks like rounded hills.
Her slim but well- muscled legs, so shapely. Even lying still
there was a fluid grace about her.
I rose, and squatting over her legs, began to massage her
shoulders and back. I kneaded at the muscles, finding and
easing the little knots.
"Ohh. That feels good." she murmered.
"For me, too," I answered, for it did. The feel of her
skin, the texture of the flesh beneath, was a sensuous delight
in my hands.
I worked the muscles across her shoulders, then down along
her spine. A little side trip to the muscles above her hip
bones, then back down over the kidneys to where the twin
hollows of her dimples lay. I trailed my fingers back up her
spine to her neck, massaging the muscles, then worked back
down.
Next, I turned my attentions to the muscles of her thighs,
kneading them alternately, working down to the calves.
I turned around and massaged her feet, gently kneading
their bones, rotating the ankle joint, easing the tensions in
the toes. When I finished, on impulse, I sucked her big toe
into my mouth.
Turning around again, I worked the muscles of her
buttocks. What delights they were!
"You make me feel so relaxed, I'm afraid I'll fall
asleep!" she whispered languorously.
"Feel nice?"
"Mmmm. Good. It's sleepy and sexy at the same time."
As I worked at her buttocks and thighs, her legs parted,
and I changed position so that I was kneeling between them.
The sight and feel of her body was exciting, and soon my
sword, still whetted from my last activities, was standing in
salute, announcing my appreciation of her beauty.
I leaned forward, and began to apply my tongue to her
neck, kissing and bathing that delightful skin. I bathed her
back, licking each bump of her spine, tracing the outlines of
her shoulder blades.
"Ohh. Mmm. Good. But wouldn't you rather I rolled over?"
"Mmm. Perhaps, but later."
As I bent over her back, applying my tongue to every
delicious inch of her back, my spear fell into the valley
between her cheeks. As I moved up and down her back, so it
moved up and down that delightful rift.
"Mmm," she murmered, squeezing her buttocks together
around it, "That feels good too.
"Have you ever... that is, would you like to... Um, I
mean, make love to me THAT way?"
"Yes," I replied, "I want you that way too."
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"I've never done that. I've always been afraid it would
hurt."
"Don't be afraid."
"I'm not, with you." I bent and turned my tongue to the
valley, and to the little ring hidden there. I wet my tongue,
invaded, wet again.
"Ummm," she hummed.
I gently wet my weapon against her, then placed its point
to the little puckered target, and pushed gently. The door
was shut tightly. I wet my thumb and gently pressed it to the
portal, which opened slowly to my insistant pressure. I
returned the point of my spear to the portal and gently
pressed once more. Suddenly, with a cry of surprise, then a
sigh, the door opened, allowing the point to enter.
"Are you allright?" "Ohh, yes. It feels so big. It is
very exciting. Ohh. It doesn't hurt at all, it just feels
big."
I entered a bit further, the tight, hot doorway fanning my
fires to a white heat.
"Mmm. Let me move on you," she said, wiggling.
I gently withdrew, sliding back out. She got up on her
knees. Carefully, I renewed the fluids, adding some of her
own, now flowing dampness, then held the point of my weapon
against its target.
This time it was she who pressed, and the door opened more
quickly, admitting me easily.
I held her still a moment, then gently and slowly entered.
She began to moan again, and she moved back and forth
slowly, each rocking motion capturing more of me.
"Oh. Mmm. More," she murmered.
My blood was roaring in my ears, my heart pounding in my
chest, the exotic intimacy making we wild. I began to groan.
I squeezed her cheeks, then found her drenched lovebud
with my fingers, my other hand going to her breast.
"Its good," she cried. "Ohh. Yes, rub me there. Ohh."
I rubbed her lovebud, and entered her love tunnel with a
finger.
"I'm going to... Ohh! Ohh!" She pressed back against me,
my spear throbbing far into her body, the tight, hot anal
canal surrounding me, squeezing me.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried, grinding my hand against her
button with one hand. Her sphincter pulsed around me. Her
hand released mine and sought out my sac, which she rubbed
gently against her wet labia.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" The cry burst from my throat as, despite the
depletion of my reservoirs, once more my tired cannons roared.
Once again we collapsed together, my weapon caught in her
body.
"Ohhh," she whispered, "I had no idea. Ohh. Its... so
different. so good."
"You get me so hot," I said.
I gently moved my member within her.
"Oh! Please pull out slowly... Ohh. Mmm." She giggled,"
I might not be able to sit for a week!"
"I might not be able to walk," I laughed.
Once again we embraced and kissed as the fires banked,
and, twined together, we fell asleep.
I woke once in the night. It was almost dawn. Her head
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was nestled on my shoulder, her legs twined about mine, her
hand holding my sword.
I smiled, and, fondling a breast, went back to sleep.
When I next woke, the sun was well up the morning sky, and
she was gone. I searched the island, but no sign of her. The
blanket was still there, though the basket was gone. When I
went to the pile of my clothes to dress, I found that my
tee-shirt had been replaced with a checkered shirt that
buttoned the other way.
I found some marks on the stone, written with the burnt
end of a stick: "Goodbye, my Apollo. I love you."
Though I searched the lake and nearby town for months, I
never saw her again.
Were it not for a checkered shirt and a blanket, I would
think I had dreamed it all.
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