Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 So, before the story starts, a litle backstory

   While Rhythym of the Rain was hardly the first story I ever wrote, it
was the first story I ever posted to the web.  It went up on Annejet's
sadly long-gone site when she accepted reader's submissions.  Since then
I've seen it purloined and reposted, usually without giving me credit :-(,
on at least a dozen sites since.  Hey - I post things on the net - people
can do whatever they like with them - but cmon - if youre gonna post it -
at least give me some credit.

   That all being said, the version you are about to read is not the
original.  I was going through my old stories, enjoying some, wincing at
others, and decided to rewrite this one to fix up some grammatical errors,
edit and revise certain sections, and generally bring up to my current
style.  Consider it a remix of the old Rhythm.  I debated editing it out of
the first person narrative, but decided for a number of reasons, mostly
sentimental to kep it.

   Hope you enjoy.  Comments, criticisms, whatever -
shadesofextasy@hotmail.com

   RHYTHM OF THE RAIN - MF Romantic - oral/impassionately vanilla sex -
25,000 words



   Darcy and I had looked forward to our summer vacation at the shore for
months.  We had both been under the strain for weeks with my imposing
deadlines at work and her own daunting pressures at GulfCoast University
graduate school.  With her completion of final exams and my accomplishing
of the lofty goals laid out for me, we were jubilant with the heady rush of
success and ready to relax.  The mild weather cooperated with sunny, warm
days and cool nights punctuated by the salty, refreshing breezes coming off
the ocean.  We spent long, lazy, romantic hours leisurely strolling along
the white sandy beaches barefoot, talking about our bright futures, feeling
the sun's lulling warmth on our bare shoulders, watching the long deep
swells of the quiet Atlantic.

   Occasionally we went on bicycle trips through the quaint, picturesque
harbor city of Blue Bay, admiring the sloops with their crisp white sails
and the old fashioned shops and romantic cafes that lined the cobbled
streets.  It was the perfect time to reaffirm the soul-felt love we shared
for one another and rekindle the sensual and erotic feelings we had let
lapse somewhat in the dull dreariness of humdrum life.

   One day, while driving in the car from a delicious crab leg and chowder
lunch on the opposite side of the peninsula, we passed through an idyllic
Southern pine forest and Darcy, being the nature girl that she is, insisted
that we stop for a look.  It was a gloriously beautiful day and we strolled
about the lush glades and burbling brooks, her soft, warm hand in mine, her
head resting on my shoulder.

   My Darcy is one special lady.  She has the thickest, most sensuous ebony
hair, usually drawn up short but on that day she had let it tumble down in
a cascade of glossy curls, a few precious ringlets curling about her
cherubic cheeks.  Her immaculate skin is the exotic duskiness of
Mediterranean heritage, accentuating the enticing allure of her willowy
body.  The tiny sapphires she wears as her signature style in her tiny ears
and at her swan-like throat pale in comparison to the glittering
luminescence of her almost liquid eyes, so deep yet so vulnerable, the
windows to her soul, the reflections of her heart.  My God, I do love that
woman!

   We came to a secluded little pond and lounged there, our bare feet
mischievously wiggling in the cool water, playfully tossing pebbles, her
with her schoolgirl giggling, me with my roguish laughing, talking about
her, me, us.

   I can't imagine how long we sat there chatting and reminiscing but it
came as a shock to feel a chill bite to the suddenly blustering winds. 
Looking up, we were pretty much shocked to see our perfect day was now
marred by ominous slate-gray skies with dark, threatening clouds building
up fast just off the nearby coast.  I'm no meteorologist, but it was very
obvious that there was a very turbulent storm rumbling up the seashore.

   While Darcy and I were loathe to break up our romantic little sojourn,
those towering thunderheads were looking almost vicious, bringing up an
almost palpable tension in the air.  We raced for the car, but even as we
slammed shut the doors to the little Miata, the rain was falling in
sporadic, heavy drops, splashing loudly on the convertibles roof in a
slowly mounting rhythm of sorts.

   Before Darcy and I became lovers, I thought that I knew her really well,
but I soon found out that there are things that invoke seething lust in my
lovely lady other than a mans broad chest, tight buns or a thick, meaty
penis.  I knew, in my limited experience, that some women get in the mood
for sex by simply listening to soft mood music or by dressing in sexy
lingerie, but for Darcy it takes something else to put her feminine
hormones in a tizzy and make her pussy crawl with arousal: listening to the
rain.

   I was the first man she ever confided her particular turn-on to and I
could tell by the way she kept blushing and the vulnerable look in her
expressive eyes that she was entrusting me with something highly cherished,
profoundly intimate.  I know that she still thinks it's childish but trust
me, there is nothing childish about her on a rainy day: she is an
insatiably horny woman!

   Needless to say, this unique side of Darcy's sexuality intrigued me and
as time passed by I gently drew out more details of her particular turn-on.
One day we were talking about our earliest experiences with masturbation
and she told me that even as a young girl, the rain was special.  She had
her bedroom in the loft of an A-frame house and the patter of the falling
rain would calm her and put her in a dreamy state.  Only many years later
did she realize that what she had thought was a mystical trance was
actually sexual arousal.  Even now, she tells me that the rain is like
making love; just imagine a drizzle as comparable to gentle, romantic sex,
while a full-blown is the equivalent to wild, hot, steamy fucking.  "It's
the sound they make," she'll whisper if we're in bed and she starts hearing
the drops falling.

   Over the years, I have learned to welcome the onset of a storm because
of how much it heightens Darcy's lusty passion and libidinous desire. 
Whenever an azure sky turns a dirty white, blending with dull clouds, she
inevitably finds me, if I'm at home, and we begin to touch and caress one
another in heightening foreplay.  And when the lightning is flashing all
around us and the thunder is coming in rolling crashes, something
extraordinary happens.  The sun maybe shining on another part of the world,
but it certainly doesn't see my frantic wife going absolutely crazy-horny
over wild sex with the sound of the rain punctuating her every moan, grunt,
whimper, shriek and scream.



   You know all those stories that start with, "It was a dark and stormy
night"?  Well, as I began driving the Miata back to our hotel, this was the
real thing, sans the night, and though the sky was becoming so dark it
might as well have been night.  The rain was really coming down,
glittering, translucent sheets that pounded relentlessly onto the car.  I
can't say as I was surprised when Darcy's hands moved down to cup her high
breasts, shuddering at her own touch.  She's told me many times that to her
that unique sound dances out a delicious little rhythm on her clit and her
nipples.  A quick glance at her bra-less blouse showed her brownish points
poking shamelessly against the flimsy cotton.  My cock surged in response,
getting ready for the hot sex we'd most definitely be having once we got to
the motel room.

   Now usually by this point, Darcy's hands would be all over me, but the
intensity of the summer storm was growing dangerous.  Instead, she simply
hiked her skirt, tilted her curved hips back into the reclining seat and
drew her skimpy panties to the side, exposing her lusciousness.  Darcy's
always been a little self-conscious about her vagina, but I don't need to
exaggerate just how sumptuous her sex is.  Nestled below a tightly-trimmed
delta of tangled curls, hers is not a shy, demure groove but an audacious,
wanton split, sensitive lips blossoming out boldly for her stroking finger.
I groaned, rationally knowing how awful the driving was but the primal part
of me unable to keep the intensely erotic scene of my beloved girl parting
her beckoning tender flesh so she could stimulate herself to the very core
of her pussy.



   Despite the fact that I was probably tailgating the guy in front of me
in hopes that he was more familiar with the landscape, I couldn't tear my
eyes away from the incredibly erotic scene of Darcy touching herself.  Her
usually-sparkling eyes were dreamy, ears cocked to catch every sound, the
very image of entranced enchantment.  As she provocatively stroked her
juicy cunny, my throbbing cock ached with mirroring excitement.  The labial
lips of her hungry cunny moistly flared as her slender fingers dipped
boldly low, slipping along the honey-drizzled contours, spreading the
spongy flesh apart to bare the quivering knob of her lust-inflamed
clitoris. A deep blush crimsoned her cheeks and her gleaming teeth nipped
the plush fullness of her lower lip when she rubbed at the tempting morsel
of her precious clit with blissful abandon, rhapsodic with the fire in her
loins the rain did not extinguish but accelerate!

   It was a unique mixture of relief and frustration when we pulled into
The Surfside, our hotel, and knew we'd have to delay the gratification for
just a few moments.  After hastily rearranging our rumpled clothes, we
hurriedly grabbed the bare essentials from our car and sprinted through the
steady downpour toward our separate bungalow.  Glancing over at her as I
fumbled with the door key, Darcy was absolutely drenched, bedraggled,
dripping wet, but gorgeous with her remarkably long, dark eyelashes and her
soaked blouse clinging to her perky breasts.  She was panting heavily, not
caused by our mad dash for cover as evidenced by her ripe nipples, firm and
stiff, sticking out like tiny fists.  There was a saucy wiggle to her cute
little rump as she sauntered into our room.



   It really was a nice place.  The bed was very generously sized with
thick blankets and fluffy pillows.  The pictures hung on the wall in oak
frames, all done in a lighthouse motif, and there was a large vanity
dresser.  Darcy tossed her purse down on top of it, making her way towards
the large and spacious bathroom on the other end of the room.  I heard her
turn on the full-size walk-in shower and was about to join her but was
distracted by a roaring crash of thunder.  Startled, I whipped around and,
despite my intentions, found myself caught up by the expansive, panoramic
view of the ocean afforded by the wraparound windows and the balcony
beyond. It was like that from bow of a ship fighting the angry North
Atlantic.  I had never been at the shore when a true nor'easter roared
through like this.  Huge waves rose, crested and attacked like charging
beasts, the sound reverberating up there, a good hundred yards distant.  It
was a truly awe-inspiring sight.



   I don't know how long I stood there watching the breathtaking spectacle
of nature as if it were playing for an audience of one.  I even forgot what
sort of effect it would have on Darcy until she approached the sliding
glass doors for a better view.  She was completely nude and the sight of
her naked form standing there against the harsh backdrop of the storm was
something to behold.  The soft light of the room against the gathering
gloom outside put her in an intriguing silhouette.  Soft shadows played
over the long flowing curve of her back, tapering into an attractive narrow
waist.  Her hips swelled smoothly out, the rounded mounds of her rump
growing out shapely and firm.  Seemingly oblivious to her own nakedness, as
well as of me, she listened intently to the rain, moving her body to the
complex rhythm, bouncing her finger in the air to keep time.  She didn't
turn but I knew she could feel my admiring gaze.



   To me, there is nothing sexier than looking at the woman I love in her
natural state, to allow myself to fall to the seductive allure of soft
sensuous curves and silky-warm flesh that drives this man wild.  Darcy,
acting on her vixenish exhibitionistic impulses, pressed her hands to the
glass and leaned forward until her bold little nipples touched the cold,
clear wall that shielded her from the pelting rain, enjoying this show just
as much as I was.

   With slow, easy motion, Darcy sat down in front of me, facing out to the
ocean.  Her shoulders were nestled between my thighs as she leaned back
against the chair I was sitting in.  Her head tilted back slightly as I
affectionately stroked her hair, ears, and neck.  I have charted her nubile
body well during long, slow, loving explorations with admiring eyes,
exploring fingers, sweeping tongue.  I know every contoured line and
streamlined curve, every impudent swell and coy hollow, every open mound
and taboo orifice.  I know what makes her shiver, what makes her sweat,
what makes her drip and flow.  I know how to make her cry out in need as
well as how to make her cry out with satisfaction.  I know Darcy's body and
I love her.  And right then I knew that the storm outside was making her
tremble with arousal.  With her knees up and splayed, it was almost as if
she were allowing the waves to rise up and lick her pussy, as if she were
saying to the mighty Poseidon, "Come fuck me!  Give me all you got!"



   Without a word, Darcy, with her sweetly crooked smile, turned around and
we stared at each other with unconcealed desire spilling over into lust.  I
started to speak but she placed a long slender finger over my lips and
breathed, "Hush.  Let me entertain you." Grinning like a kid in a candy
store, I sat back and enjoyed.

   Listening to the cadenced patter of the rain outside, Darcy started
dancing for me, writhing and swaying like a harem girl, her magnificent
sexy body draped in nothing but the misty veiled light.  Her long black
hair hung down her back, shimmying wildly as she undulated her taut abdomen
and sleek thighs, her lovely teenager-sized breasts bobbling delightfully,
her petite nipples poking delicious, darkened embossments, crowning points
to a full measure of firm, caressable flesh.  While I could see the neat
tapering away from her enticing breasts to her taut tummy, puckered at her
navel with the fleshy indentation of her navel, a demure invitation to what
was waiting below, Darcy's eyes stayed on mine all the while.  Her dark
maroon lips faintly upturned at the corners of her pretty mouth as she
noted the blatant tenting in my pants as my thickening penis began to stir
wildly.  The sight made her angelic cheeks flush and her skin shine with a
natural dusky gleam as she pirouetted about and bent forward, presenting a
breathtaking vision of her full, round buttocks, her magnificent hollowing
bottom rounding out tauntingly toward her audience of one.

   When Darcy turned, I found my adoring eyes running hungrily over the
fluid curves of my beloved's swaying body as if they were hands,
endeavoring to feel the flesh simply by looking.  She enjoyed the
lascivious attention, moving toward me, flauntingly gyrating the heavenly
sight of her beautifully trimmed pubic bush.  While the intimate triangle
had been carefully clipped, what remained was dense and deep and artfully
shaped, giving me only tantalizing glimpses of the vale at the very
juncture of her sleek thighs.  That tantalizing tease set my beefy rod
twitching again in my trousers at the titillating sight.  Hell, I couldn't
stand it...  something had to give!  I stood up as she danced with her back
to me, saucily wiggling her cure little bubble-butt, waggling her tensing,
hollowing moons as I watched them move like two eggs rolling together.  Her
rump was pillowy-soft and round and lovely, veritably craving to be
touched, and when I did, fondling the supple, smooth globes, she purred her
wanton delight, tilting her head.  I kissed the delicate slope of her neck,
smoothing my roaming hands up the long flow of her back before curving
around to trail down over the satiny skin of her chest then cup the
resilient handfuls of her high breasts, savoring their succulent plumpness
and buoyant resiliency.  She immediately sucked in her breath at the
sensuous pressure of my hands on her creamy softness and let herself
indulge in the honey-rich pleasures taking over as I began gently massaging
her with the heels of my palms, knowing without touching or seeing that her
straining nipples were responding urgently.

   "You like my body, Christopher?" Darcy asked, her voice growing heavy
with passionate desire.

   "You're so lovely," I breathed deeply in honest response, a lance of
raunchy excitement knifing searingly through my belly as my hands hungrily
engulfed the marshmallowy warmth of her alabaster mounds.  I could tell the
combination of the thundering storm outside as well as the abrasive
roughness of my work-hardened touch over her firm, warm mounds, caressing,
squeezing, teasing her, was making Darcy suddenly feel hot, really hot, her
chest rising and falling in a man-induced haze of vibrantly tingling
sensuality.  That thickly-clotting heat whirlpooled when I lovingly brushed
my long, raspy fingers over the plum-colored crests of her perky lemons. 
Only when Darcy began to shudder at my gentle strokes, arching her back to
push her bosom into my hands, did I catch a tender nipple, rolling tiny,
cherry-ripe nubbin between thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp gasp
from my beloved.  Slowly, rhythmically, I rolled the brashly-jutting
nubbins back and forth until they were incited buds of sensitive hardness,
squeezing them and then releasing them, squeezing, then releasing...

   Darcy began to rock back and forth, whispering, "Oh, honey.  You make me
want it so badly." She whirled in the cradle of my legs and reached for me,
clutching me behind my head and kissing me deeply.  Cupping the tensed
globes of her rump, I pulled her in to the heated smooch, my wetly fevered
mouth smothering hers and she sensually returned as much as I gave.  Our
lips were sealed in a delicious crush, our eager tongues melded in a
sinuous dance when I sensed the wet heat of her needy pussy radiating
insistently into my thigh and noticed the impudent hardness of her nipples
scraping against my chest.  Knowing my beloved was desperately horny sent
erotic chills resonating outwards, making me tremble.  I lost my breath
when I felt the instinctually-craved pressure of her desire-dampened sex
suddenly press against my clothed manhood, an electric current immediately
sizzling through my aching penis, that organ rejoicing with the first
nuances of throbbing pleasure.

   Darcy notably lowered her eyes from my face to my groin, her wicked
smile betraying she was seeing that my heavily-swollen cock was straining
to be released from its cloth prison.  Breathing deeply, she reached out
and touched me and I felt its searing heat of her delicate fingers
penetrate through my pants.  She massaged it through my jeans then, at
first lightly, and then with increasing force as my own tumultuous passion
began to spiral through my entire body, my breathing becoming noticeably
more ragged, beads of perspiration spilling down my face.  Eager to get out
of my clothes, I tugged off my shirt then snatched at the clasp of my jeans
before ripping down my pants, revealing a big bulge in my boxers that was
becoming downright obscene.

   Darcy often plays the role of aggressor so I wasn't terribly surprised
when she suddenly yanked down my shorts with unabashed excitement.  My
fully engorged penis sprang to life, as hard and as hot as I was its
throbbing hardness glistening at the blunted tip with tiny drops of clear
seminal fluid.  My cock is lady-thrillingly sized, a beefily-thick, heavily
veined shaft that shades nearly purple with the heat of my passion, the
blunted dome ripely plump.  She hissed her delight at the sight of my full
erection, her fingers curling about the thickened trunk and stroking my
long rod hungrily, her breath coming in strained and hastened pants.  She
needed it now, had to have it as much as I needed to pushing all the way up
inside her, stretching the velvety tightness of her honey-doused pussy
until her incendiary heat ignited the liquid heat in my fiery manhood and I
finally achieved some real satisfaction and relief from my outrageous
cravings.  We hadn't shared a good thunderstorm in a good long while.



   Suddenly Darcy pulled back, trying to catch her shuddery breath as the
percussive sound of the falling rain echoed around us.  Placing my hand on
her chest, I could feel her heart pounding.

   "Let's try something different this time," she said with a sly smile. 
"Let's do it out on the balcony."



   "Out in the rain?" I replied incredulously, as if she had temporarily
lost her senses.  I took a quick glance outside, noticing the tiny splashes
on the chairs and table, and thought it was crazy.  Someone might see us.
But someone might have seen us in the movie theater bathroom that one time.
And how about the time on the beach when they'd taken spring break on
Windswept Cay?  Or the time I had snuck her into the changing room at
GulfCoast University so she could see how ludicrously well-hung that
football player, Bubby something, was, me feasting on her juicy pussy while
she gaped at that guy's elephant-sized appendage from the concealing cover
of the closed toilet stall.  I had to admit that the element of danger has
always added some spice.  And, believe it or not, despite Darcy's sexual
preoccupation with the rain, we'd never actually made love out in the
middle of a shower.  Knowing how aroused this would make Darcy, plus the
fact we could simply go back inside if it wasn't turning out well, I
enthusiastically agreed.



   I followed Darcy out onto the balcony and was immediately hit by the
shock of the cold rain hitting my naked body.  The seashore was eerily
overcast, the darkened clouds pouring a drenching deluge.  I grabbed my
girl by the waist and held her tight, a low moan rising in her throat as
our mouths met in a soulful kiss, her pouty lips crushed up against my
steamy ones, the hot wet smooch sending shivers of desire searing through
my eager nerves.  She eagerly opened her mouth to let in my twisting
tongue, her kittenish one meeting it, the two organs dancing in an
intricate mating ritual.  When I kneaded and massaged her wantonly jiggling
bottom, she became a tigress in my arms, rubbing, undulating, stroking and
groaning, her wild kisses alone betraying her voracious hunger.  She was
insatiably horny, the beat of the rain stoking the raging fires of her
arousal to a fever pitch, and her desires sending my mind into a whirlwind,
my body making its wishes known to her with every pound of my excited
heart. The rain continuously splashed on our heads and shoulders and pecked
at the cast iron railing and wooden floor of the balcony.  It brushed the
thirsty, swaying leaves of the palm trees nearby.  Moreover, the sound of
each and every drop was obviously making Darcys pussy, already gently
stoked by our loveplay earlier, tingle with delight.



   With a deft motion, Darcy abruptly slipped out of my arms, went to the
railing and bent over, completely exposing her deliciously rounded bottom.
My lust for her became more inflamed than ever and I couldn't help passing
my tongue over my lips as I surveyed and admired the contours of her ripe
backside, the rounds of her shapely buttocks, the deep valley between them,
and her luscious sex, a sweet split peach, nestled between her protective
thighs.

   Darcy glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes glittering as she saw my
swollen penis brashly jutting out like a fleshy spear from my groin.  "Hey
baby," she said in a throaty whisper, her fingers slipping down to open up
the soft, naked flesh of her honey-drenched vulva to expose the succulent
pink within.  I gasped with unabashed delight at the revealing of her
succulent delta in all its carnal glory.  The nude pink nub of her brazenly
swollen clitoris was already brashly poking out of it's protective cloak at
the apex of her satiny cleft, looking like an uncut ruby nestled in
crumpled pink silk "Come here and give us what we both want."



   Heart hammering beneath my chest, desire pulsing through my blood, my
loins throbbing with lust for her, I came up behind my impossibly horny
lady.  Crouching down behind her, I placed one hand on her waspish waist,
working my fingers upwards in sweeping strokes, while I smoothed the other
along in spiraling circles over the supple flesh of her firm belly.  Her
delicate, pampered fingers laced with my rugged, rough-hewn ones but
instead of delving straight to her needy pussy, I led us to skitter over
the flare of her crescent-shaped hips to pause at the rounded fullness of
her bottom.  The way I trailed down the curve into the tender bowl of her
tummy, nuzzling into her belly button I knew from long practice she would
find to be exquisitely erotic, my soothing strokes singing my praises of
this vulnerable part of her feminine body in such an eloquent manner that
words never could.

   The splashing rhythm of the rain echoed as I breathed hot into Darcy's
hair.  "Is this what you want, baby?" I murmured, nosing away a wayward
curl to move my mouth close to her ear, simultaneously subtly flexing my
hips so my achingly hard cock poked insistently against her soft, supple
rump

   "Definitely what I want," Darcy moaned in assent, opening her legs to
accommodate my ravishing hands even better

   My left hand, which had been roaming her lower torso, moved up to her
breasts, fondling their luxuriousness, finger and thumb plucking gingerly
at one of her dark, thimble-like nipples, teasing each turn.  I snaked my
right hand ever deeper between her thighs, coming into feathery-soft
contact with the plump mound, so very close to the core of her need.  That
precious jewel proved too much of an enticement for me and I cupped her
moist cunny, fingertips swirling insistently through the wet folds,
pressing the fleshy pad of my finger into her slippery little clitoris.

   Darcy's reaction was immediate, squeezing her thighs together, holding
my hand close to her steamy puss.  "Oh yes," she whimpered as I tweaked
harder and harder over the urgently pulsing little bud.  I knew how
precariously close to orgasm she was, but I mischievously backed off,
letting her ease back from the verge of a glorious rapture.  Determined to
tease her arousal to a seething froth before I let her have her release, I
slipped my fingers off her clit and reached lower to the pouty lips of her
pussy.  Strained whimpers of frustration at being denied what was
rightfully hers issued from her throat but those feelings were mollified by
my skillful caress.  My fingers spread the smoothly flowing nectar up and
down her lust-quivering cleft.  I could almost feel a pulse of ecstasy as I
stroked through her gooey split, my imprisoned fingers only occasionally
rubbing at the quavering morsel of her clit in quick, circular motions,
each time making her almost swoon and she had to clutch at the railing in
front of her to keep from toppling over.

   This sensuous masturbation was not only thrilling to Darcy but to myself
as well.  The erotic sight and decadent feel of my calloused finger
churning just below the dense tangle of her ebon bush, whirring over the
scrumptiousness of her succulent pussy was making me become incredibly
horny as well, my breath was coming in short bursts, my face hot and
flushed.  My penis was obscenely swollen, the bluish veins threading down
the meaty erection like corded steel wires.  My testicles felt impossibly
swollen, as if the twin reservoirs were filled to bursting with seed.  The
bulbous head had mottled a fiery reddish-purple and was pulsating with
desire, drawing up a glisteningly pearlescent droplet, and every time the
glans nudged against her cushiony rump, a sudden, seething rush of radiance
coursed through me.  I piteously begged Darcy to release my hand so I could
replace it with something even more pleasing.

   Without a word, Darcy wriggled up so that her head and upper torso were
bent quite low over the wrought-iron railing, the shifting of her center of
gravity allowing her to push her gloriously sexy hindquarters upwards.  She
visibly tensed sharply, impatiently awaiting what she knew was to come.  I
took my protruding organ in hand, guiding the blunt, spongy tip of my erect
penis to rub along the velvety cleavage of her rump.  When I nudged the
smooth bulbed end into the moist furrow and down along the moist, warm
folds of her silky groove, placing it there at the door of her secret,
innermost recesses as if it was some pagan offering to a heathen god, Darcy
gasped in hedonistic delight with the familiar length and thickness of my
manhood.  I was equally affected, the body-heated warmth emanating from her
impassioned sex sensually penetrating the tender flesh of my own needy
cock, making my blood race like a runaway freight train barreling out of
control in my veins.  Immediately I began rolling the blunted tip up and
down in her succulent cleft in slow, sweeping strokes, thrilling to the
understated sensation of her syrupy wetness drizzling all over me...

   Unable to stand this agonizingly exquisite form of torturous teasing for
more than a few moments, Darcy slid her hand around her uptilted hips then
down between them, to grip the pulsingly hard shaft of my cock, a jagged
thrill stabbing me deep inside when she made the electric contact.  "Give
it to me, baby," she whispered in a tremulous voice, her desire almost
palpable as she outlined the bulky dimensions of my hefty rod with her
tracing fingers.  She began fondling and teasing me to complete readiness
in the palm of her slender hand, her light touch bringing my beefy penis to
its fullest dimensions.  When she used her crimson-lacquered nails to
scrape gently along my rigid length, it gave me a stirring charge, a
lustful, expanding throb accompanied by my low moan of debauched pleasure.
"I need you in me so badly."

   I immediately accepted my lady's bawdy invitation, wrapping both arms
protectively around her, my hands dropping down to the smooth suppleness of
her buttocks to feel the silky flesh of her lithe body under my loving
hands.  When she angled her hips ever so slightly, allowing the blunt knob
to sink into her lush, ripe petals, I knew that I could never get tired or
bored of my penis plunging deeply into her this incredibly erogenous
woman's sizzling pussy this way.  `I could eat too much, overwork, but I
could never get enough hot sex with my Darcy,' I thought as I began to
lever my hips, sending my lubricated-slick cock sluicing into her liquid
sweetness with a lovely squishing sound.  As I filled her warm, wet
channel, we both immediately reveled in the delicious sensations that were
reducing me to nothing more than a quivering mass of flesh.  Groaning with
the billows of flashfire that were sparkling through my bloodstream, I felt
her satiny sheath slipping snugly over my bloated member as the full length
of my shaft plunged into the very depths of her cunny, glans nudging past
her cervix, until my virile loins were grinding against her nakedly
upturned buttocks and my heavy balls bounced against her upper thigh below.

   The truth is that each time I make love with Darcy is like the first
time for me; I never fail to be amazed at how slickery-wet and steamily-hot
she is, once my cock is pressed up inside her steamy channel!  While it may
have been lovely to luxuriate in that velvety heat, to let myself simply
soak in that inundating wetness, to build ourselves up over time, after all
the teasing preliminaries, I knew she neither expected nor, quite frankly,
wanted to go slow and easy.  I felt her responsive body rejoice when I
immediately began to thrust gently, grinding my pelvis slowly into her
wriggling flesh under my weight as she pushed back hard against me, our
stroking speeds increasing together.  With rhythmic fluidity, she opened
and tightened her thighs with every gliding stroke that I made deep in her
hungrily clasping cunny, each churning movement by her tender insides
stoking up the scorching fire raging in my loins, a fire no rainstorm could
ever douse.

   With the splashing rain pounding our nakedly writhing bodies, me
joyously plunging my brawny penis repeatedly into her succulently squeezing
depths, it felt like we were animals rutting in the middle of a tropical
jungle, with me humping my woman the way a male lion mates with a lioness.
I was bent over her, hands grasping her tapered waist, my meaty cock
sluicing into her slushy cunny with rhythmic thrusts as if I was in heat,
completely filling up her juicy well with every deepstroke.  The long
sibilant sighs issuing from her mouth told me that Darcy had completely
given herself over to the deliquescent sensations now flooding through her
body and transmitting themselves through the tip of my pistoning rod, down
through the shaft to my very soul.  Not content to merely receive my
thrusts, she began to twist her ass in undulating motions, thus taking my
pumping cock even deeper, holding it firmly while her glossy inner
membranes clutched at it greedily.

   Again and again I drove my aching manhood into the nuzzling heat of
Darcy's vagina, jerking my hips as she whimpered with the uninhibited
pleasure of making hot, passionate love in the pouring rain.  My own body
was afire with the torrid lovemaking ...  and the fire was continuously fed
on the mounting sensations within me, obliterating all thoughts except
those of sensual pleasure.  Each time as I withdrew, my cock seemed even
wetter, so that even my balls were soon soaked with her freely-flowing
fluids; when I rammed it back in, burying myself to the hilt, the pair in
their sac slapping noisily against her.  When my long hard strokes began
really finding their mark, every lunge summoning up an incandescent burst
of shimmering ecstasy in both of us, she quivered and writhed like a fish
gaffed on a hook, a hoarse cry punctuating her incessant moans whenever the
tip of my lengthy cock thrilled her most secret hollow.

   To add to her carnal pleasure, I began running my hands the length of
her willowy body like the licking flames of a forestfire.  Soon enough my
nimble fingers were on the smooth satiny skin of her breasts, pampering
their marshmallowy softness, fondling and pinching at her ripened nipples.
Our nakedness now crushed against one another and I sensed her sinuous
curves shimmying below me, the heated friction of her sleek flesh,
glistening with raindrops, on mine an added heightening of erotic
sensation. I dipped one hand down to her skewered sex, scooping a dollop of
her syrupy lubrication and began massaging the slippery juncture where I
knew it would do the most good, bringing groans of tormented bliss bubbling
from her lips.  Darcy joyfully responded to this added stimulation,
squirming and wriggling about to intensify the sex until I began to
relentlessly saw into her, back and forth, withdrawing my lengthy shaft
almost all the way out, straining to bury the heavy dowel of my cock up to
the very root with every thundering plunge.  She shared in the demanding
rhythm, rising to her tiptoes to lift up her hips, taking every demanding
inch into her ravenously hungry sex.

   When I inevitably began to feel the first sweet stirrings of an
impending release, I began driving my lusty cock in and out furiously,
pounding wildly deeper, always deeper, harder and harder, never pausing for
a moment.  I aggressively pinned Darcy to the railing, skewering her with
the full length of my steely erection, my beefy rod pumping her as if I was
possessed by a sex-demon, stimulating her to the very molten core of her
being.  She met the violence of my unfettered loving measure for measure,
her limber hips grinding up at me in wanton undulations, countering my
hammering lunges into her ravished pussy with the sensual energy of her
supple female flesh.  The pounding of her heart reverberated in my mind,
echoing my own, and I was raised higher into the euphoric world Darcy and I
alone shared.  My mind was beginning to shift dimensions, diving into a
shimmering pool of radiant lights, burnished silvers, midnight blacks,
lustrous golds, snowy whites.  The iridescent heat between my legs was
immense, throbbing, pulsing, somehow connected to the swirling galaxy of
glittering light swimming in my head.

   Without warning came a strong gust of wind, bringing with it a rush of
rain that slammed into us.  The sound of it was thunder without the thunder
and it sent Darcy tumbling over the edge.  She began buffeting back against
my pistoning penis like some barnyard beast, her hips churning frenetically
against my slamming loins.  Writhing in unbridled joy under the inexorable
onslaught of my invading shaft, her back arched and she came, nearly
sobbing with the great racking tremors of pure bliss.  Her inner walls
began to pulse erratically, gripping me wetly and firmly in a truly
seductive embrace of fiery lust, so indescribably hot within that my cock
felt as if it was being scorched within that furnace.  I somehow managed to
resist the urge to crest myself, wanting to have my beloved reach the
highest levels of arousal.  I continued to pinch the pretty plums of her
nipples while roughly fingering her pulsating clit, compounding the sweet
agony of her climax.  Her pouty mouth opened wide in the mellifluous
pleasure, groaning a soul-rending moan that tore from her lips with all the
vehemence of her fanatical desire, seemingly releasing orgasmic energy into
the smoky-gray sky, the culmination of her lusts and desires rolling on,
and on...

   With Darcy having achieved the pinnacles of her bliss, in fact she was
still continuously moaning out wailing cries of jubilation her orgiastic
euphoria, I was now free to focus on my own.  I brought my hands to her
hips and banged my throbbing penis into her, holding her firm, pulling her
into me with each stroke.  I was on fire for her, and I could not fuck her
fast enough: my hips were moving like the piston of a steam engine at full
throttle and my aching balls were growing tighter and tighter until they no
longer hung down but were hard up against the root, all but bursting with
the pressure of the bubbling semen they held inside.  With my climax
pulsing liquidly between my shivering lips, so very close to blossoming,
the devastating pressure was such that I could hardly stand and I cried out
for the want of alleviating ecstasy to allay that exquisite anguish.

   In an instant that gave no warning, my ramrodding cock buried itself one
last time then expanded infinitely as I surrendered myself utterly to those
dazzling pleasures coursing through my body, feeling as if I had been
transported out of her own body, transported to some far-reaching galaxy on
a gentle eagle's wings.  Tremors of spasming ecstasy rippled blissfully
beneath my trembling stomach, like the spreading wake of a stone dropped
into a warm pond.  My entire being was filled with light and heat, and my
wildly exalting body trembled and vibrated as I began releasing my spurting
fluids deep within her in a great, burning surge into Darcy's wildly
quivering womb.  It seemed that my spurting might go on forever, deep
inside her, even as the breathlessly sweet sensations reverberated within
my veins, coiling in the sensitive flesh of my engulfed penis.  It was
almost too much, thrust from the pinnacle of divine rapture, whirling,
gasping, spiraling in a breathtaking freefall into the deep velvet abyss of
orgasmic ecstasy.  I knew nothing but incomparable rapture for long
soulless, mindless minutes, floating, my mind drifting and expanding as if
with an injection of some priceless narcotic...

   Despite the chill rain, we actually stood there for many minutes, naked
in the midst of a growing storm, holding on to one another, shuddering in
the dissipating throes of the slowly-dissolving blisses we'd experienced,
warmed by each other's body heat and the depth of emotions we both shared.
We both knew it was time to finally get inside when a jagged bolt of
lightning struck in the distance, shaking us from our dreamy state. 
Giggling at how silly and yet how intimate our lovemaking had been, we
hurried back inside to safety, hand in hand.



   I turned to the couch, looking for a blanket I had thought I had spied
earlier.  When I turned back around, quilt in hand, I was caught up in my
tracks.  Even with her hair plastered down to her cheeks and every drop of
makeup washed off her face, Darcy was breathtakingly beautiful to me.  Her
perfect breasts bobbed in time with her step and streams of fresh rainwater
trickled down her shapely thighs, seemingly designed to protect her
delicate sex.  She was shivering and I reached out to hold her.  "You're
freezing, Darcy."

   "I am very cold," she admitted, her teeth chattering.  "I am going to
take a hot shower.  Care to join me?  You look as cold and drenched as I
feel."



   I thanked her but told her I was going to clean up the mess we made
first.  Darcy nodded then told me if I changed my mind I shouldn't hesitate
to join her.  We kissed affectionately, and her mouth was warm but her
breasts were quite cold.  I gave her a playful slap on the fanny and told
her to go get that shower.

   I was toweling up the puddles wed left on the floor when I heard the
water being turned on.  The rain was still splashing against the
windowpanes and I smiled, remembering Darcy's pure joy during the
lovemaking, how excited the rain had made her.  I was quite surprised to
feel a sudden small twitch in my deflated penis so soon after such
rambunctious sex.  Perhaps I would take up her offer to share that
shower...

   The moment I opened the door to the bathroom, a hot billow of steam came
rushing out.  I had learned early on that Darcy loves her showers nice and
hot, and what with us being out in the chilly rain, this one was
exceptionally toasty.  Though the glass was rippled, I could easily make
out Darcy's delectably naked form as she slowly lathered her hair with
sudsy shampoo.



   She must have heard me enter because right away she opened up the shower
door.  The steam-filtered light seemed to bathe her in an ethereal radiance
which combined with the rivulets streaming down her sleek wet body, seemed
to accentuate her lush curves, immaculately silken flesh, and ebony hair
slicked back from an angelic face resplendent with life and love.  She had
one slender arm high on the shower door, the other behind her, and her
high, perky breasts were crested by ripe, plump nipples, tiny crystalline
drops of water dangling from those plum-colored tips.  Her nubile body
shimmered with dampness and clinging steam, the tiny streams spilling about
the indented bowl of her navel before to flow down long svelte thighs.  It
bypassed the thick tangle of sable curls through which peeked her rosy
petals, still plump from our earlier lovemaking, moist from not only the
showers heat but also from the moisture seeping from within.



   Darcy's sexual arousal was not something that she, much less I, could
simply turn on and off.  She needed on a near-daily basis a bout of
foreplay that included soft, sensual kissing and gentle caressing that
would slowly progress to more intimate snuggling and then to provocative
fondling.  But right then, as she stood there in the steamy air fragrant
with the stirring aroma of her womanhood in heat, she was very ready and
willing, offering her self up to me.  Seeing her like that was very
exciting to me but I told myself that I was going to hold myself in check,
to allow us to enjoy the intimacy of each other without my desire becoming
a mindless lust.

   Closing the door as I joined my bewitchingly smiling lady in the shower,
I shut out the world, giving us personal time and intimate space to bathe
one another which, while not very rare, was always treasured.  I began by
starting where she had left off: washing her lustrous hair.  Reaching for
the shampoo, I poured some of the greenish gel into my hand then worked
into her tresses.  I began to rub it in slowly, letting it lather fully,
keeping her head out of the spray so the soap could work into her scalp, as
she likes it.  She pushed the few stray tendrils back away from her
forehead, allowing me to draw it together behind her ears.



   With the shampooing done for the meantime, I took the bar of
vanilla-scented soap and began to rub it all over her body, delighting in
the way my hands slipperily glided around her rounded curves, feeling the
slick wetness of her naked skin, the seductive heat pulsing just below the
velvety surface.  She gasped as slipped my fingers along her upper inner
thighs, and though I deliberately stayed away from her downy delta, I could
already feel a tiny rivulet, thicker and slicker than the water.  I brought
that finger playfully to her mouth, tracing her full, pouty lips before
letting her suck the tips, letting her show me her need for my love, my
touch.



   Continuing to tease her, knowing that it would only sweeten the moment
for both of us, I had her turn around, ostensibly to cleanse her shoulders
and back but really to allow her to feel my soft penis brush tantalizingly
against her bare bottom, a great turn-on for her.  But soon my naughty
hands strayed about the front of her slippery torso and soon I was gently
massaging the pert globes of her teenage-sized breasts.  How diligently I
soaped her silken skin, cupping and releasing those resilient handfuls,
squeezing.  Eventually, of course, my fingers would discover the stiffened
nubs which crowned her high, dusky mounds, and I tortured them mercilessly.



   With her back turned to me and her head dreamily inclined, Darcy
shivered at my eloquent touch.  The irresistible caresses of my knowing
fingertips upon her throbbing nipples were inflaming her desires
unbearably, making her body crave for even more.  I tried to prolong her
erotic agony, because, I was loath to release her from the sweet bondage of
her need.  I hate to admit it, but the knowledge that I controlled her sexy
body made it quiver and sweat and long for more was deliciously arousing.
Her lovely dark face was flushed with pleasure, but she blushed further as
I made her tell me her innermost desires.

   "Tell me," I whispered to Darcy as I stood behind her, naked in the
steamy warmth of the shower.  I rolled her stiffened nipples between my
naughty fingers and thumbs.  Her willowy body writhed under my tantalizing
stimulation, wicked twistings and pullings, which kindled her sexual
appetite but refused to grant the cathartic release they made her fevered
body hunger for.  "Tell me what you want me to do," I murmured sultrily
into her ear, letting my serpentine tongue run slightly across the
trembling lobe before pushing my face into the fragrant mass of her mane to
nuzzle the downy nape of her neck.  "You know what you need, and I will
happily grant it to you, but first you must tell me your innermost
desires."



   "Kiss me!" she breathed hotly, turning so that now the cascading water
was hitting her back, some of it coming over her shoulders to strike me in
the upper chest.



   Our bodies, slick and heated, slid together in an ardent embrace.  I
took her pert chin in my hands and parted her quivering lips with my
thrusting tongue, searching and exploring her mouth, leaving her panting,
breathless.  Soon I was trailing my wet, consuming kisses along her
delicate nose, brushing her adorable cheeks and tracing her lovely chin.  I
swept my tongue along her throat into the tiny hollow at the base, feeling
her blood pulse hot and quick.  With Darcys fingers tangled in my hair to
guide me, I made my way down to her bosom.  Taking a ripe swell into my
hands, my fingers pressing into that remarkable doughy resilience, I began
to suckle on the dark plums of her tightly knotted nipples.  I pulled those
dusky buds into my lips with reverent lips, suckling as impatiently as any
newborn babe-in-arms does.  I sucked her beautifully-shaped breasts deep
between my flushed cheeks, one after the other, lashing fiercely with my
tongue, rolling those already-distended knobs.  Darcy tossed her head
fitfully, her eyes blissfully closed, tracing my cheeks fondly with her
grateful fingers, the sparkles of cloying pleasure bringing up moans of
unsuppressed desire both of us.  It felt so good to both of us to have her
in my mouth like that, but we both knew that even greater pleasures were
awaiting.



   Darcy sighed when I took my mouth away from her plump nipple and reached
once more for the shampoo.  She stayed closer, our dripping bodies pressing
against each other, her right hand mingling with mine.  Our mouths met once
more in a demandingly hard kiss, our sinuous tongues tangling fiercely. 
Clutching my head in her free hand, she gave a hissing moan before
aggressively crushing her lips into mine, lashing my tongue with her own.
Despite the feverishness of her soulkissing, I was somehow able to pour
some more of the gel into my hand, but instead of reaching for her tousled
hair, my slickened hand slid down her flat tummy, over the smooth symmetry
of her femininely flaring hipbones, to seek out the core of her very
femininity.



   When I began to massage the tiny dark curls of the bush between her legs
into a rich foamy lather, Darcy giggling at my distracting brashness and,
breaking off her torrid kisses, returned my caresses, kneading my chest and
pinching my own nipples with her small, delicate hands.  But as I
stealthily slid my hand between her firm thighs, she breathily whispered my
name and bent her knees, opening herself for my touch.  She was very ready
for me, her slit awash with shameless lubrication, so I slipped my fingers
down her buttery-soft groove, doused in her glistening honey.  When I began
to gently stroke her outer labia, the crumpled folds flourished open like a
hothouse orchid, revealing the succulent pink core inside.

   I can't imagine anything feeling as smooth and inviting as my beloved's
vagina; I could feel every crease and hollow beneath my soapy fingers.  I
had learned, from her tutelage and happy experimentation, that the she
derived the most pleasure when I stroked her slyly, making her thickening
lips open up like the dewy petals of an exotic blossom, baring the
trembling bud of her clitoris.  When I gently opened those silken pink
petals, my forefinger drawing impishly teasing circles about that quavering
morsel, Darcy tilted her head back and gave a throaty moan.  That tiny nub
is hypersensitive and she can only bear prolonged stimulation when she's
nearing the crest of an orgasm so I settled on sliding a finger between her
dripping lips and inside her sultry channel.  Her pussy was already a
hydrous furnace, liquid fire pulsing within those velvety inner membranes,
awakening her receptive vaginal muscles.  Within a few moments, I was
easily able to introduce a second finger, the added stimulation quickly
bringing up a fresh wash of lubricating juices welling up from some
reservoir inside her.  Her inner membranes began their instinctive
swallowing motion that I know oh-so-well, making the entire length of the
passage tremble with the first stirrings of the build towards an orgasmic
release.

   Darcy pressed me forward into the stream of hot water.  Now it was
hitting me on the back of my head and striking her on the face and the top
of her head.  The creamy lather of the shampoo began to slide down her
naked body; some of it spilling over her quivering boobs and tummy.  Those
bubbly suds flowed down her loins where my finger was continuing its slow
churning of her steamy depths, feeling her inner chamber become more and
more drenched with a fiery river of slick lubrication brought on by my
lascivious fondling.  It felt that parts of her were literally aflame for
release, her lust a cauterizing ball of fire raging in her loins so I
wasn't surprised when she crushed the full length of her body against mine,
rocking her open pussy down onto my pleasuring hand, trying to force my
finger even deeper into her needy cunny.

   All pretense of shampooing had long since been forgotten.  Darcys
panting was harsh, arrhythmic and I knew that she had to have some kind of
assuaging relief, knew she was ready for even more.  With my fingers I
fingers worked the pouty vulva wider apart and began to probe teasingly up
into the softly clasping upper flesh, sending further shocks of electric
pleasure and wanton need darting out when I placed my thumb back into
direct contact with the lewdly-lathered little sprout of her clitoris.  My
thumb continued rubbing swiftly at the throbbing bud, which, combined with
my middle finger squirming slowly up into the juicy tightness of her
desire-heated grotto, fed her all-consuming lust.  She introduced a
vivacious writhing of her body in my arms and the slipperiness of the
lubricious soap helped fantastically as we began undulate the front of our
torsos harder and harder against each other.  I thrilled to the sight of
her, the sensuous feel of her desirable body against mine, making me become
achingly aware of the bulbous tip of my semi-soft penis brushing up against
her shapely thighs.

   With the molten core of her sexual being tantalized with smooth strokes
of my fingers in and out of the pouty lips of her creamy pussy, a stream of
desperate moans and pleadings issued from Darcy's slim throat.  Her face
flushed and her nakedness was sheening not only with the
rhythmically-falling water but also with perspiration as she strained for
the still distant orgasm, tossing her head from side to side, whipping her
ebon mane about.  Catching her chin, I stilled her frantic jerkings and
forced to look down at the erotic sight of my distinctly masculine hand
moving eagerly up and down between her widely scissoring thighs.  My rough
fingers were dashing in and out of her tremulous vulva, my abrading thumb
working with maddening effect on the pink pearl of her prized clitoris. 
She must have derived as much of a wicked thrill from the raunchily sexy
sight because she seemingly could not quell the sob that rose in her throat
as lustfully swollen cunny flowered open wider to accept a third fingers to
churn up into her gooey inner flesh.

   Darcy raised her head and seized me in a ferocious kiss, our tongues
twisting wildly in one another's mouth, like some primitive mating ritual.
Hot, squishy sounds echoed in the small tiled shower, merging with Darcys
sharp gasps and mewling cries along with the unique rhythm of the water to
form an intensely erotic chorus building towards its crescendo.  She was
almost there, so I just started drilling my fingers into her, plunging so
deep into her gelatinous channel that I thought I could feel her cervix. 
Then suddenly her whole body tensed and shuddered, moving in synch with the
fingers pulsing in a staccato rhythm in and out of her burning loins.  Her
body uncoiled in a frantic whiplash motion, her coltish legs opening and
closing in desperation on the frenziedly stroking thumb whirred over the
twitching nubbin of her clitoris.

   It seemed I could feel the rising tide beginning deep in Darcy's heaving
belly.  Spontaneous contortions racked her naked flesh as she struggled and
fought for the critical release we both now knew was imminent.  Withdrawing
my fingers completely out of her quavering sex, I began stroking in a
fierce whipping motion over her quivering clitoris.  Her entire body began
to tremor and wobble I had to grab her firm bottom in my free hand to keep
her from tumbling over.  Then with a sudden, violent jerking of her hips,
Darcy came with a long, shrill cry, her cunny pulsing with each blissful
eruption within her loins, great gushes of creamy girlcum spilling freely
over my hand.  On and on her pleasure pulsed, hot and joyous and strong,
until she finally sank to her knees, clasping me tightly, her entire body
trembling.  I cooed soothing declarations of eternal love as we shared the
exquisite aftershocks of her rapturous orgasm and savored the familiar
drained luxury that we always feel after a climax of such turbulent
strength.  She felt soft and yielding and very much a woman.  Fine tendrils
of her hair clung damply to the edges of her face and her racing pulse rate
and ragged breathing vied to be the first to recover.

   It took a few moments for Darcy's lust-tormented body to relax and I was
not surprised that it wasn't too many minutes before her insatiable
horniness began to rekindle.  Once you get her fires burning, they are not
easily doused.  She has always told me her first orgasm is like colliding
with an out-of-control freight train ~~ it takes her a little time to
recover but once she does, watch out!  True story: one night, with the help
of a sturdy cock ring, a trusty vibrator and some truly inspired fellatio,
I brought Darcy to no less than a dozen whimpering-to-screaming orgasms in
roughly ninety minutes using penetration alone (no cunnilingus), leaving
her tender pussy sluttishly gaping and drenchedly dripping with frothy
girlcum and I had to be the one to call it off!

   With Darcy ready for some more energetic sexplay, she reached once more
for the soap, whispering saucily that it was my turn.  I looked at her
shining eyes, big and dark, the irises midnight-black, gazing up at me
through beautifully long lashes as she took my semi-softened penis in her
soft, skilled hands and began to lather me up.  Her daintily feminine
fingers felt exquisite and I could not help but let out a shuddery sigh as
my baby gave me a nice slow masturbatory massage, gliding sudsy fingers up
and down my virile organ, liberally varnishing the hefty appendage with the
rich foam.  Darcy has told me many times that there is nothing for her
quite like watching my deflated cock grow from its flaccid, vulnerable
state to its full impressive length and that was clearly her ambitious
aspiration.  It makes her fell very sexy, very voluptuous, very wanted,
which of course she is.

   Darcy expertly fondled my beefy endowment, lovingly, up and down,
stroking me, caressing me, watching in brazen interest as I became
progressively more inflated and engorged.  My breathing accelerated even
more when she intensified her possessive grip about my hotly throbbing
masculine muscle, her inflaming touch provoking resultant sparkling motes
of sirenic pleasure.  That tormentive pressure brought me to fully
tumescent erection and she wiggled with schoolgirlish appreciation as the
sight of my now long, purple-veined penis assertively jutting out, the
lengthy trunk, cotton-candy pink and uniquely contoured, my mushroom-like
glans, notably tapered on one side with a prominent ridge, much like a
Trojan warrior's helmet.  When her crimson-lacquered fingernails scratched
teasingly over the vein-corded surface of my hefty rod, titillating the
iron-like rigidity beneath the silky-smooth skin, I instinctually flinched
in her hand, one treacherous bead of translucent seminal fluid seeping out
from the chubby, plum-shaped dome.

   "Do you like this, Christopher?" Darcy asked coquettishly just before
leaning down to take both of my testicles in her mouth, zestfully exploring
the wrinkled flesh with her lips and cheeks, pushing the twin spheres about
with her clever tongue.  At the same time she continued to incessantly
masturbate me with her wringing hands, taking the dollop of pre-come and
using it to lubricate the spongy head.

   "Oh, that feels sooo good," I crooned low in my throat, knowing that she
was fully aware of the incendiary effect that her naked feminine charms and
her sinful touch of her fingertips was having on him but wanting to
vocalize it anyway.  My knees were suddenly shaky from the gentle wash of
lulling bliss that drifting through my drooping balls...

   When Darcy rose from lovingly washing my testicles, she seemed entranced
by the pornographic sight of my penis heavily bobbing, the distinguishing
banana-esque curve prominent.  With her eyes glittering roguishly, she
grabbed the base of my beefy manhood and she pressed her face against it,
rubbing it over her cheeks.  The effect was provocatively erotic ~~ the
contrast between my lust-thickened cock, ponderously beefy and striated
with veins and her delicate features, luminous eyes, pixyish nose, elfin
smile proved shockingly erogenous.  With her fingers as guide, she eagerly
allowed the sleek glans to bumpingly explore her entire face, the bulbous
tip brushing against her cheeks, nudging into her forehead, tangling in her
soaked hair, even dipping into the lids of her closed eyes, all the while
marking herself with my distinctive scent.

   Still holding my meaty penis reverentially in her hand, Darcy began to
lick the trunk as if I were a melting ice cream cone, flicking her nimble
tongue up and down the sides of my cock, tickling the pulsing veins.  She
made devoted love to my penis, kissing there, lapping there, traveling up
and down the burly shaft from my pendulous scrotum to the spongy ridge of
the plump glans with long, lazy swipes, never hurried, savoring her
full-flavored treat.  With her hair pulled back, I could watch her worship
my cock with her proficient mouth, selecting a droplet of water from the
shower and thoroughly lick it off.  Her face hotly flushed, my pretty lady
was obviously quite aroused.  She undeniably relished feeding upon my beefy
organ, trailing over the ropy veins, sliding along the glossy blush-pink
flesh.  Her thrilling oral foreplay left me paralyzed, caught on the
razor's edge of wanting to go on forever like this but desperately needing
more.

   Darcy cupped me with both hands and lifted my wet and throbbing erection
to her mouth like a sacred object she would worship, letting the blunt
glans bump against her pillowy lips.  She dropped a steamy kiss upon my
appetizing manhood, crushing those pouty labrums of hers to the fleshy
velvet head, then another and yet another.  She introduced the ruffling tip
of her kittenish tongue then nimbly shadowed along the elastic rim, all the
way around the spongy bulb, then deftly dipped into the tiny split in the
middle.  She thirstily imbibed the dewdrop of precome that had once more
welled up, withdrawing from my jutting penis to savor my zestily mannish
tang.  Now it was my turn to be vocal, heaving a heavy sigh and groaning,
and, based on the sassy look in her sparkling eyes, she clearly reveled in
her feminine influence over me.

   Glossing her limber tongue over her lips, making them shine a glistening
burgundy, Darcy slowly shaped them into an enticing oval.  Leaning forward,
she maneuvered her attractive mouth down over the curved crown cresting my
spiking cock.  I stiffened with sweet shock and exquisite pleasure as the
sweltering heat enveloped me, raggedly whimpering and reflexively wrenching
my restless organ forward as she gripped the plump knob with her luscious
lips.  She held me there for a few moments then slid down to lock just
below the flaring crest, immuring the whole head in her sultry mouth.  With
the most sensitive part of my penis immersed in luscious wetness, the
galvanic sensuality struck me like a surge of electricity, and my entire
body stiffened as if struck by a thunderbolt.  Sucking just the mauve-hued
glans first, she worked the inundated helm with a sumptuous dexterity,
while at the same time her clever fingers romped up and down the thickset
stalk of my extended member, eliciting a sudden surge of heady euphoria
within my trembling heart.  My choppy breath felt like fire and I gasped as
I reached down to thread my fingers in her dark mane, guiding the rhythm,
willing her to take me, consume me, devour me.

   I was panting harshly when Darcy suddenly stopped licking and slurped me
deep into her silky mouth.  Almost swooning, I fell back into the slick
tiled wall of the shower to hedonistically enjoy her oral labors,
attentively watching my lovely lady's gorgeous face.  Kneeling
reverentially in front of me, Darcy had settled in for a long slow suckle,
her schoolgirlish breasts rubbing against my thighs as she slurped upon my
engorged appendage in an excited fashion, her lush lips distorted wide with
the inimitable dimensions of my big cock.  Oh, what a scrumptious feeling
it was having her loving mouth all over my throbbing penis!  But what makes
a blowjob from Darcy so incredible is the way she so clearly loves
performing fellatio, her zealous gusto and uninhibited excitement as she
wantonly enjoyed gorging on my choice cut of juicy man-meat emphasizing the
truth that she is a natural born cocksucker.

   Darcy's licentious efforts spawned a liquid warmth bubbling up in my
loins, incessantly stoked by her practiced tongue that tormented with a
nerve-adrenalizing swipe of its whirring tip on each out-stroke, making my
hyper-responsive glans pulsate and reel as if a sizzling electrode were
being touched against it.  Indulging decadently in the scintillating surges
of scorching delight firing through my bloodstream, I was completely
enthralled by the bawdy exhibition playing out before me.  My beloved was
on her knees before me, her ripe body sheening from both the smoky light
filtering through the roils of steam and the wall's opaque glass as well as
the shower beading droplets onto her nakedness.  Her brashly erect nipples,
looking for all the world like miniature plums bobbing and swaying against
my thighs as her upper torso rocked.  I shamelessly enjoyed the
near-pornographic sight of her lipstick-smeared lips wrapped tightly around
the daunting thickness of my bulky cock, obsessively focused on the
endeavor of gifting me sinfully sweet pleasure.  This display of
selflessness incited me to escalating apogees of brain-staggering rapture.

   Whenever she is orally thrilling me, Darcy typically touches herself,
massaging her cunny until it drips with her sweet juices.  When she paused
for a gasp of refreshing breath, she rubbed those nectar-doused fingers
along my quivering organ like someone slathering sauce onto a big, meaty
Porterhouse steak before popping it back in, relishing her own piquant
taste mixed with mine.  I groaned at her slutty naughtiness, an erotic
admission that Darcy had told me back at GulfCoast University filtering
unbeckoned into view.  It had been her first time with another girl, a few
months before she met me.  It was with a painfully shy fellow student who
was studying cello and, after 6 tequila shots at a sorority event, proved
to be, what Darcy called, a rutting tigress in bed.  The remembrance left
me shaking and I placed my hands on lightly on her head, gently encouraging
Darcy.  Christ, just the mere memory of that dissolute confession was
proving an aphrodisiac but combined with the prurient image of my hefty rod
stroking rhythmically in and out of her pursed lips it was almost enough to
make me deranged.

   I had remained relatively immobile for as long as I possibly could, but
the enticing pleasures initiated by Darcy's inspired mouth and innovative
tongue soon had their intended effect.  Without really thinking about what
I was doing, my loins coiled and, underscored by a rasping groan ripped out
of throat, I began humping my hips with swift, cadenced movements up into
my baby's toiling face, pumping my lengthy shaft more than halfway down her
slender throat..  She was seemingly elated by my salacious response to her
amorousness and sucked even harder, bobbing her nursing mouth up and down
with a zealous passion.  With well-honed skills sharpened by near-daily
performance, she was swallowing me until practically all of my brawny penis
was vanishing from view with each new lunge I made until finally only a
minute stretch of it remained, gleaming wet and slippery, protruding from
her skewered lips.

   I gradually became aware of a dynamic pressure, regularly incited by the
shimmering blazes fanned by Darcy's lecherous fellatio, intensifying
unremittingly from an enjoyable tickle in my bobbling scrotum up to a
feverish agony in my unbearably crowded balls.  My penis had seemingly
transmogrified into a savage beast with its own life and wants that had
seized control over my helpless body and soul and I knew no matter what it
would not be long now.  Tantalized by the raging inferno of primal lust to
the point where I could think of nothing but the unspeakable desires
manifesting in my hammering cock, suddenly all I wanted was to explode in
Darcy's pretty mouth, to see my creamy white come dripping from the corners
of her pouty lips.  Knowing she would be able to take whatever I offered,
that, despite being a proud, independent woman she was able to explore her
masochistic fantasies, I began unreservedly pumping my spearing cock into
her lovely face.  Mewling and gurgling in sluttish wildness, she
enthusiastically amplified her efforts, tongue, throat and cheeks
synchronously striving to generate a titillating milking motion, inundating
him in molten heat.  It assisted my quest to end this exquisite agony, the
glorious ecstasy that was building, building, building to the peak of
spectacular relief in my burning loins.

   I was grunting and yowling like a mating lion as my impending orgasm
began its final build, promising to implode every cell in my body.  Somehow
sensing my looming crisis Darcy raised her head to look at my eyes, her
face flushed with the excitement and anticipation of my imminent
ejaculation.  A great engine rumbled to life in my stomach, and I felt a
great upheaval in the furnace of my loins as the bubbling semen began to
gush in a quickening flood up from my tapped balls.  The tide of my orgasm
rose from a tiny ember until it had built into a blinding volcano of
elation.  As I teetered on the ragged edge of critical mass, I grasped my
baby's head lightly and guided her to the sweet sticky seed she craved.

   Just as the first tremors of fiery ecstasy began to course through my
jubilant veins, Darcy took my violently spasming cock deep, the blunt tip
nudging the soft membrane of her palate one last time.  Deliquescent fire
torrented through the conflagrant core of my sex, bursting forth in a
breathtaking wave of aqueous sensation that soared through every inch of my
body.  Then I came, a whirlwind spiraling through me as I pumped and
throbbed, a steadily cascading flow of thick, gooey semen spilling into her
mouth.  My breath rasped in short gasps, and I cried out in delirium,
drowning in oceans of prismatic bliss as the lightning-like sensations
jolted through me.  Darcy guzzled and gulped the clotted cream without
pause, did not even flinch, gelatinous fluid geysering in staccato bursts
that mirrored the incendiary flashes within my flesh, firestorms cycloning
through my nerve nexuses.  Darcy never let up, sucking and swallowing the
pungent semen as if it tasted like honey.  Her insatiable efforts spurred
ever more sheets of scorching flames, seemingly trying to extract every bit
of the incinerating pleasure that my body could offer.  I was being
cauterized into a bubbling pool of liquid ecstasy, the excruciating
intensity sending chaotic spasms rippling through me.  One convulsion
jerked my quaking penis from her comforting mouth, the blunted head bumping
against the side of her face, spurting the last few droplets onto her
cherubic cheeks.  Undaunted, she twisted her head and slurped up the last
strand, scooping up the stickiness off her face with her lips and fingers.

   Darcy's mouth released my completely drained penis with a wet plop and I
collapsed to the floor in front of her.  She held me fondly to her bosom,
stroking my back, whispering sweet words of love and reassurance.

   When I finally got my breath back, I kissed her deeply, thanking her for
the gift she had given me.  We both giggled and sighed, then realized Id
turned the water to quite cold by accident.  We had both been so wrapped up
in her single-minded fellatio that we hadn't even noticed!  I jumped up,
turning the water back to a nicely steamy heat while Darcy held to me for
warmth.  She was still quite horny and it was only a matter of time before
we had resumed a rhythmic grind facing one another, kissing softly,
sensuously at first, but with irresistibly growing desire.  My insatiable
girl was ready for more action!

   The shower had been built with a sizable enamel tray below the
showerhead for the purpose of placing shampoo, conditioner, loofah sponge,
and whatever other bath accessories on it.  With a sudden burst of
motivated inspiration, I leaned over slightly, crooked my arm around the
backs of her lean thighs, and swooped a delightedly squealing Darcy on to
the shelf.  If she held the sturdy stainless-steel showerhead above her and
swung her legs wide she was able to somewhat comfortably perch herself up
off the floor, keeping her curvy bottom on the semi-stable shelf and
maintaining her balance.  With the shower still spraying a crystalline
curtain of steamy water over and in the rear of us in a glittering arc, it
was as if we were tucked away in an intimate bower of a tropical waterfall.

   As I sank to my knees on the slick porcelain-tiled floor beneath us, I
pushed her legs apart, more roughly than I had intended.  I glanced up to
make sure everything was okay and saw Darcy still perched on the shelf, her
arms locked behind her to hold the shower nozzle for balance.  With my
strong hands resting on the lower part of her inner thighs, I found my eyes
were magnetically drawn to the now open fluted edges of her beautiful pussy
down between my lover's splayed thighs.  Her moisture-bedewed inner petals
were flowering open slightly to expose the tight mouth of her vagina, the
tender, coral flesh of the lining showing glistening and throbbing just
inside the portal.  Her cherubic cheeks flushed as I smiled down at her
obvious wetness.  The delicacy of her vulnerable sex assuaged my prior
brusqueness, and I placed one hand just below her bosom and slowly slid it
downward along the gentle sloping curve of her belly, my fingertips seeking
and finding the outskirts of her downy fluff.

   Apparently, Darcy could not stand my teasing foreplay any longer. 
Lifting herself slightly, she tremblingly seized my right hand and dropped
it between her wide-splayed thighs, my fingertips slipping across the moist
muff.  I hesitated, then dipped my long fingers still lower, stroking the
outer labia of her luscious cunny with long, sensuous caresses.  She was
sopping wet so I immediately dug the index and middle fingers of both hands
into the squishily succulent flesh of her heated cunny and eased apart the
plush lips, making a gooey sound.  The paradisiacal sight is enough to make
the angels weep.  Inside was cherry-ripe and glossy, saturated with
gratuitously flowing nectar.  Below, puckered crinklingly, was the nether
portal of her anus, staring unwinkingly back at him, a taboo portal we have
daringly explored to mutually rapturous results.  And above, at the crest
of her nectarous split, nestled in its own fleshy little valley, peeping
shyly out at me from its protective veil, quivered the preciously cute
nubbin of her clitoris, exposed and erect.  I whistled softly.

   "Beautiful," I murmured, almost under my breath.

   I drew a hissing breath and sniffed the peppery, fluid fascination of
her womanhood.  My mouth watered at the perfume of her scrumptious delicacy
filling my nostrils, and I brashly licked my lips in restless eagerness.  I
reached out with deliberate slowness and slid my index finger reverentially
along the glossy reddish pink flesh of her naked clitoris.  A tremorous
shudder rippled through her body when I began to calculatingly fondle her.
Employing small circular caresses, I stroked slowly all about the blushing
blossom of her efflorescent femininity, decisively, titillatingly.  I
commenced at the top of her plush vulva, utilizing the index and middle
fingers of my right hand.  Darcy's heaving breath caught in her throat, and
though I'm sure she could bear it, even craved it, I was careful not to
touch her most sensitive spot again.

   Though she obviously yearned for my massaging touch on her swollen
clitty, I purposefully denied her that.  First, I would make her suffer
blissfully.  It was blithesome work, tauntingly thrilling my horny baby,
rousing her decadent pleasures spiraling higher and higher yet persistently
refusing to bestow upon her the supreme ecstasy that I made her lithe body
crave.  My smooth fingers glided incessantly over Darcy's puffy outer lips,
sometimes tauntingly dipping between squirm my middle finger into
infinitely soft flesh, the generated passions making her wriggle joyously.
She was breathing in short sharp bursts when I dragged my slickery digits
over the sensitive inner labia that could no longer close to protect her
clitoris.  I risked a glance upwards and saw she had one hand clinging to
the showerhead but she had dropped the other to her breast, aggressively
tweaking her plumpened nipples and tugging at her own petite mounds of
marshmallowy flesh.  Yet even though I slipped my fingertips into the
entrance of the luscious channel that beckoned from beneath that tremulous
nodule, still I refrained from stroking the throne of her carnal pleasures.

   After several torturous minutes for Darcy, I moved forward between her
scissor-opened legs until I was virtually eye-level with her sex.  I heard
my beloved hold her breath as he moved my head closer ... an inch away from
her ... half an inch away, a quarter.  When, with a grin of anticipation, I
lifted her legs by the knees, pushing them back toward her chest, she
opened her creamy thighs even wider for me, until I could see the strain
along her inner thigh.

   "Good girl," I approved softly, my face brushing against the downy fluff
of her pubic mound.  She whimpered audibly and she I noticed from my
peripheral vision she had raised her head to look down the valley between
the orbs of her tingling breasts to see my face dipping downward.  I
breathed in one final time to savor that exotic female musk, a serene smile
on my face, then lowered my flushed face that final fraction of an inch

   "Go on, Christopher," Darcy pleaded.  "Taste me." Her panting breath
stilled in her throat when I did just that, grunting out my animalistic
passion and descended my head the last inch to gratefully bury my mouth
amongst her slippery labia.  Pressing my nose deep into her slushy
honeypot, I started to explore her puffy plush labia, feeling her arch her
back like a lady panther and her hand quickly drop from her bosom and rest
on the top of my head to guide me.  With her fingers laced in my hair and
encouraging sounds welling up in her throat, urging me deeper into her
wetness, I gently licked the surface of her cunny, from back to front,
round her sweet moist opening with one long sweep of my tongue.  Her
natural juices taste exotic, almost sweet.  When I placed my thumbs on
either side of the peach-fuzzed lips of her labia and slowly eased them
apart, opening up her innermost flesh, Darcy mewled with erotic delight. 
Like a bee seeking a drop of sweet nectar, I crept inside.

   I have never understood men who will not pleasure their woman in this
manner.  For me, cunnilingus is the ultimate reward, a chance to drink her
heady wine, kiss that most wonderful, secret place.  With a single long,
swiping movement, I snaked my tongue out serpent-like and lapped through
the gooey cleft of her vulnerably spread cunny, looking to rip her soul to
shreds.  If I could, I would enter her completely and lose myself in that
velvet tunnel, perhaps never to return.  As it was, I had to satisfy myself
with lapping up and down the sensitive little folds of flesh.  They were
bubble-gum pink and saturated with her succulent dew.  Oh, she tasted so
good, felt so smooth and right that I hungrily licked up and down, up and
down her slippery cleft.  This also gave me the opportunity to wield the
authority that cunnilingus grants the performer: the supreme power to
determine the length and intensity of her pleasure.  It was at my
capricious whim that I bestowed Darcy the unspeakable ecstasies that made
her arch her back and groan, her ebony-tressed head flailing backwards, her
face a contorted mask of passion, her pelvis region thrusting upward to
meet my ardent tongue.

   "You look and smell so good, baby," I whispered from deep between her
thighs.  "I just want to eat you up."

   The thought of giving my baby the pleasure she deserves sent nothing but
beautifully delicious sensations charging electrically through me as I
easily slid my thick, rough tongue along her super-lubricated slit.  I
began a salacious oral stimulation of her most sensitive areas, my long,
sinuously curling tongue licking through her warmly seeping split to probe
and taste her succulent juices.  The rough texture of my tongue seems to
provoke something instinctual in her tender vaginal folds because every
time they cling to it like a woman clutching at her lover.  She pulled my
face deeper into the warm wetness of her sex whenever I nudged into those
tiny hollows she so loves to have explored, but staying pointedly away from
her clitoris.

   Darcy was squirming shamelessly under my licentious attentions, eyes
dreamily closed, head and shoulders thrown wantonly back, her delicate
hands groping in the thick hair of my head to greedily pull my gobbling
mouth in tighter to her heated and demanding cunny.  "Oh, yes," she
murmured with a hoarse voice, barely able to lift it above a whisper.  "Oh,
yes, your tongue feels sooo good inside my pussy!" I could almost feel the
flashing bolts of raw pleasure that kept jolting her sex as her natural
resistances melted away and she no longer resisted the demanding sexuality
of her vibrant body, her nakedly trembling buttocks convulsing and jerking
under the aegis of my ravishingly tantalizing tongue.  With that exquisite
torture humming through her sensually attuned nerves, she wanted everything
and she had to have it, now!  So she began to slowly hump her hips up at my
pleasure-giving mouth in a gentle rolling motion, knowing that would make
my licking even more feverish.  I just love it when she fucks my face,
crushing my nose into her wet, pink vagina, smearing her syrupy juices all
over my cheeks and chin.  I just can't get enough.

   In her seething horniness, Darcy had draped her legs sluttishly up over
my shoulders, calves and feet hanging over my back, so I slipped my hands
under her cushiony buttocks to pull them in even closer to my swirling and
flicking tongue.  Seeing just how obscenely exposed this sexy new position
left her, I was struck with a sudden flash of lewd inspiration and felt her
squirm when I unexpectedly left the velvet-lined opening of her pussy and
flicked downward.  Her awkward new posture had left the petite, creased
depression of her defenseless anus exposed and I could not resist lewdly
licking the tip of my tongue into it, the forbiddenness of what I was doing
searing through me like a sudden flashflood.  Darcy was not invulnerable to
those gratification-laden backdoor delights, the moistly warm contact of my
tongue on her sphincter jolting her in confused, turbulent chaos.  Her head
rolled from side to side while wildfiring pleasures scorched from where my
tongue was plundering her most taboo reaches.

   "Oh, God, oh yes!" Darcy moaned.  "You're driving me crazy!  Stop
playing with my butt and eat my pussy!"

   A self-satisfied smile of mutual conquest spread across my face as I
sustained my lingual tantalization of her spicy rear opening for another
moment or two before rising back up to her molten core.  Eventually I came
upon her gaping opening and I delved in, driving my wriggling tongue right
up into her steaming pussy, wedging it in as deeply as I could.  The
sensation must have been fiercely intoxicating because it fairly took her
breath away.  I was not unaffected myself because as I twirled my tongue
around her sweet pungency, I tasted the sugary drops that clung to her
inner walls.  The more I plunged, the more nectar she spilled and within
mere moments I was lancing my swirling tongue in and out of her juicy cunny
with swift, staccato motions.  As I punched in and out between her legs, I
almost felt as I was raping my beloved's loins but the promiscuous way she
reacted to the mind-doping, soul-buzzing ravishment tattoo of her lustful
sex erased any possible doubts.

   "Oh, oh," Darcy crooned with an animal urgency, moaning as if she were
delirious with fever.  The shelf she was perched on was creaking under her
increasingly zealous undulation so I risked a quick glance upwards.  What I
saw at first was just her thighs trembling visibly, but a little tilt of my
head allowed me full view of her head flailing from side to side, whips of
long hair plastering wetly to her blushed face.  Frantic with lecherous
desire, she gripped my head wildly and I allowed her guide my licking with
urgent pressure on my head as well as with her own steady rocking motion
against my deep-probing tongue.  As I whisked my tongue in and out of the
clutching heat of her juicy well with the machine-like precision of an oil
derrick, determinedly trying to turn her pussy to jelly, I made sure to rub
the bristly stubble shadowing my jaw against her.  She has admitted before
that the distinctly masculine abrasion against her tenderest parts makes
her bestial lust ascend higher and higher.  It stimulated her again because
her dainty fingers curled about my ears, trying to use them as handles, as
she dragged my face this way and that, using my willing mouth for her
avaricious pleasure.

   By now, Darcy was acting like a lust-besotted porn starlet as I teased
and titillated her, but she simply did not care.  The salacious needs of
her clamorous flesh had taken complete control, shoving all other
considerations to the side.  "Yesssss," she dreamily hissed over and over,
clearly not even conscious of what she was saying.  Her lithe body had
begun squirming and twisting voluptuously like a woman gone mad, her firmly
mounded breasts heaving up and back with primitive desire, her pillowy ass
bouncing on the edge of the shelf and her pelvis gyrating nastily under my
crazily lunging tongue, mashing herself against my unfalteringly toiling
lips.  I thirstily drank the thick honey spilling out of her secret place,
swallowing it in great gulps.  Her long legs had long been raised high, the
heels of her bare feet resting well down my back, but now they began
drumming out the ancient rhythm of her libidinous pleasure raining down
over both of us.

   As for myself, the provocative scent of Darcy's perfumed loins made my
sensitive nostrils flare and my heart beat frantically until I was going
increasingly crazed with mushrooming desire.  Orally performing for my
beloved had resurrected my penis to a fully thickened erection and it was
now bobbing gently between my thighs with innate intent, a tiny drop of
pre-come trickling maddeningly down the beveled tip.  The selfish part of
me wished I could sink my hard cock deep into her, right to the hilt, but I
was resolutely intent on working her up to a fever pitch.  I could tell
that my erotic ravishment of her sultry cunny had left Darcy wild to feel
every last stroke of my artful tongue, crazy-mad to know every single
brain-warping sensation that flowed from the electrified tip.  So I
continued ruttishly, lapping at her steamy loins with increasing urgency,
slurping up every single droplet of nectar.  licking and nibbling at her
silky flesh until the moist pink flanges began quivering with expectancy
and her entire body became tremulous with desire as if she were about to
swoon.

   Recognizing that she was finally ready, I brought my slavering mouth up
to Darcy's hardened clitoris, now poking out of its hood and almost
painfully throbbing from lack of oscular attention.  That little bud that
is the linchpin to my baby's penultimate pleasure was almost begging to be
sucked so I started by brushing the tiny nub with whispery strokes of my
warm, sensuous lips, kissing it so slightly it must have been barely
discernible.  But she immediately cried out and tugged hard on my hair.

   "Oh, God!  Yes!" The animalistic moan seemed to be ripped out of the
darkest, most primal parts of Darcy.  "Lick my clit, baby!  Don't stop!" I
obsequiously responded by slavishly sucking on the crinkly bit of skin,
drawing it wholly in my mouth, darting my tongue out to tease its
nerve-rich dimensions.  I immediately introduced one of my favorite
pussy-pleasing techniques: drawing my slippery tongue up in scroll-form
through her hotly seeping vaginal flesh to flick artfully at her
ecstasy-drenched clitoris.  She immediately began to buck and heave and the
noticeable pulsing within her vagina let me know that she was in the
opening stages that would inevitably lead to her blissful release.  The
closer she got to the ragged edge, the more I concentrated on her tender,
throbbing love-button, which was now as hard as a pebble, toying with it,
batting it back and forth with swirling sweeps of my whirring tongue.  She
began uttering mindless little cries of pure heaven whenever my long, thick
tongue laved with an agonizingly electrifying twist at the delicate little
bud of her already hotly vibrating clit.

   Darcy was murmuring endearments through passion-clenched teeth so I
risked another quick glimpse upwards.  Her smoky, lust-glazed eyes were
peering down at me through a shadowy veil of lewd and lascivious yearning,
her lips suddenly voicing a silent `I love you.' Then her bright eyes
glazed as wave after delectable wave of unbearable pleasure inundated her
pleasure-starved loins, leaving her slender white neck straining, her hips
pumping upward into my face, and her long legs thrashing like a woman
possessed.  She squinched her eyes until they were squeezed tightly shut,
her beautiful head lolling from side to side and a tiny blue vein throbbing
ardently in her temple.  In fact, every delicious component of her
lust-intoxicated body gave itself over to pure sensuality, uninhibitedly
wallowing in the incomparably exquisite joy of having her loins thoroughly
pillaged by me.  She was so vibrant, so radiant in her femaleness at its
most glorious that I could almost feel the nerve endings in her sex-taut
body shrieking out for conclusion, everything inside her struggling for the
climax that was just out of reach.

   Darcy's groans deepened with each long drawn-out lap of her cunny,
mingling with the licentious liquid noises of my tongue churning between
her legs, and, merging with the sensuous rhythm of the cascading water,
filling the shower in a lubricious crescendo of carnal release.  Her
breathing now came in ragged, sharply punctuated gasps and her shameless
face-humping had become damn near frenetic so I pursed my lush lips around
her and placed my tongue directly upon her agonized clitoris.  She mewled
and whined her joyous pleasure when I took the short length of it carefully
between my nipping teeth, my looping tongue massaging it in ever-decreasing
circles.  Finally, I concentrated the fiery tip of my tantalizing tongue on
the tiny head to send high-voltage sensations crackling through her
inflamed loins as I adoringly polished the molten core of my beloved's sex
with all the selflessly devoted love that a man can have for a woman.

   Darcy screamed out her ineffable joy, her naked cunny spasming beneath
my lips and tongue, her toned thighs crushing into my head and her supple
body spasming violently with the heady throes of a blissful, slow-building
orgasm.  She was wracked with agony as she twisted and bucked like a
sailing ship caught in a maelstrom, savage shudders of tumultuous desire
rippled through her hopelessly sensualized flesh.  The sounds that came out
of her gasping throat came like a choking gurgle, giving voice to the
deliquescent pleasures that were coursing through her as the fiery
streamers into an imploding sun.  On and on I sucked at the sweet salty
flesh of her oversensitized clit as she came, paroxysms of incendiary bliss
making the fluid vaginal channel between her legs become a raging rivulet
at floodtide.  As I insatiably drank down her frothy girlcum that drenched
my lips, cheeks and nose, her tummy heaved, her eyes rolled, her lips
trembled as she gave herself over to the hedonistic surrender in the
radiant embrace of pure rapture.  I have made her come half-a-thousand
times this way already and every time I can honestly say I have never
witnessed anything so heart-rendingly erotic.

   When Darcy regained her breath we were both standing in one another's
arms in the sultry wet heat of the shower, nuzzling and cuddling.  Darcy
murmured her heartfelt love and her appreciative thanks as I covered her
creamy breasts with my seductive touch, kneading and feeling their
marshmallowy softness.  "I need to be inside you," I whispered, and she
glanced downwards, following my gesture.  Her bright eyes flashed as she
saw my once-more engorged penis lancing out from my loins at her
wide-spread legs as though it were a gun ready to be fired, the hefty organ
bobbing under its own weight and desperation for release.

   When Darcy nodded her assent, I backed her up against the wall until her
uptilted buttocks were pressed up against the slick tiles.  I pressed
myself to her, crushing her tender breasts with my hard hot chest, the feel
of her supple curves flow into my unyielding strength leaving my stomach
feeling scorched with swarming heat.  Without ceremony, I splayed her legs
wide and put my hands under her knees.  With her assisting me by giving a
little jump, I lifted my baby up until her bare feet were high off the
floor, her back pressed tight against the wall.  Staring into her eyes that
sparkled mischievously at this inventiveness, I hoisted her up further
allowing her to cinch her thighs about my waist and curl her calves around
my backside to lend us both much-needed support.  I knew from previous
experience with this pose that it would be difficult to maintain my
balance, but it did not make any difference.  My mind was in an erotic
haze; the only thing of importance was to have my cock in the snug warmth
of her pussy.

   As I clutched one arm tightly around her waspish waist and drew the
other down to my penis for the initial penetration, I could not help but
notice she was still staring hungrily down at the swollen, blue-veined rod
jutting out of my groin, the purplish glans fully ripe.  I equally ogled
her exposed sex, her full fleshy outer labia pouting from between her long
sleek thighs.  Seeing her scrumptious pussy silky wet and very ready for me
made me throb.  Bending my knees slightly, I brought the mushroom capping
my jutting manhood against the honey-doused groove of her pussy, rubbing
the bulbous head along her creamy cleft.  Slowly massaging my aching staff
to a steely hardness, I moved the purplish tip of my brawny organ forward,
using my hand to work it up into her gaping hole, both of us watching in
fascination as the blunt end pushed aside the lush outer lips, making room
for my bloated bulk.  She mewled as I stroked her hot vaginal flesh felt,
so soft and slick.  On instinct, I reached down and began to circularly
stroke her clitoris, making the tender little button pulse under my
caressing finger.  A long shuddering quiver rippled through her body when I
dug into the tender sense-buds.  The honeyed wetness of her sex juices
flowed between her thighs, making her luscious cunny ready for the
ravishing that was to come.

   "Ooooooh," Darcy gasped, the sound bubbling from her half-parted lips as
I began to penetrate.  Her steamy sex burned with an electric heat and the
provocative squeezing of the liquid heat inside kindled my inner fires to a
seething inferno.  There was instant relief as she angled herself and
spread her legs just slightly so that her insatiable cunny opened up like a
devouring mouth, immediately tightening around my rod like a velvet glove.
Instinctually, I drove my strong hips forward, sinking my throbbing cock
quickly into her buttery-slick channel, wet and open to my hot, lust-aching
rod.  She pushed herself to me in her shameless need and I could feel her
squish with wetness as I impaled her like a stiff sword, the tender inner
membranes clutching my meaty rod, sending waves of bubbling bliss
inundating through my loins as I buried my full length into her sweetness

   By now, Darcy had wrapped her slender arms all the way around my neck,
her flushed face buried in my hair, her plummy nipples brushing my heaving
chest.  She had crossed her ankles in the small of my back to keep from
sliding down my slippery body, but the unique angle and the rigid
dimensions of my beefy cock helped stabilize her.  My own legs were spread
apart, my bare feet planted firmly on the non-skid strips on the shower
floor.  The tumbling water was streaming down over us, around us, between
us, giving us sanctuary in its sensuous rhythm.  Unable to hold myself back
any longer, I drew my thickened manhood back and drove in to her silken
grotto, needing her urgently.  Rolling my muscular hips, I stroked in and
out, slowly at first, savoring the sumptuous crush of her inner membranes
caressing me, but soon I found myself succumbing to the instinctive urge to
go faster and faster still...

   Darcy was an equal partner in our torrid lovemaking and was had begun
grinding her hot sex down, using the wall as a lever against her pushing
back.  She was making me so hot and horny, her uninhibited sexuality
inspiring in me so much sweeping joy and dizzying pleasure that I could
hardly keep up with it and I began to move urgently, pumping my lower
torso, my impossibly-inflated penis feeling like an iron pipe assaulting
her delicate flesh, much to her obvious delight.  She was moaning in an
unfettered jubilation we both shared as I slithered in and out of her
sumptuously snug cunny, stretching her, opening up her most secret insides
with my rhythmic strokes.  The raw pleasure set my stomach flaring with
near-mystical sensations and I lunged my member smoothly up and down.  I
loved the way her sexy body reacted to my big cock, her natural cravings
wiping out any semblance of rational thought.

   "You're so wet inside," I hissed to my panting beloved, who was tensing
and relaxing her toned thighs to give herself the melting friction she
innately desired.  "So steamy, so juicy.  Why don't you rub your clit while
I fuck you?"

   I had my face buried in Darcy's bare shoulder, nuzzling the tender
flesh, my face contorted with the incredibly savage urges I was
experiencing as I speared deeply into her throbbing pussy with
uncontrollable passion.  My beloved was pressing herself tightly to me,
allowing me to feel our naked flesh, drenched with both clinging wetness
and sheening sweat, stick together,.  Her eyes were wide open, sounds of
unabashed pleasure emanating from her throat, her mouth parting and closing
with each sweet upward thrust whose momentum lifted her body up and down
the wall as though she were a yo-yo.  I knew her bare back and buttocks
were rubbing against the wall, but in our deeply-affected state it did not
matter.  I was even vaguely aware that the crude rhythmic thumping against
the wall could clearly be heard as she bounced off me like an electric
drill, jerking and bucking her dripping loins against my sluicing shaft but
it didn't matter.  Nothing seemed to matter but the burning pleasure
between my legs, iridescent flames of molten rapture torching every nerve
into fiery delight and turning my insides into a leaping frenzy.

   She looked at me questioningly, as her arms were helping to balance her
but I shifted my arms so that they circled around the tapering curve of her
uniquely feminine hourglass shape and, using my forearms, forced her
willowy legs upwards until her calves were loped over my shoulders,
trapping her squirming crotch against the firm upward pounding of my hot,
pulsating shaft.  The resultant radiant sensations left her gasping and she
slipped a hand down between us.  There was just enough room between our
heaving, grinding hips to watch her long slender fingers swirl through the
luscious pink folds of her womanhood and twirl over her swollen clitoris
just the way she likes best.  Watching the woman I love give herself
pleasure sent a heady rush surging through me so I began lifting her up and
down, helping my meaty cock drill ever deeper into her sweltering, slushy
depths.

   Darcy's head was tilted back into the spray and the shampoo in her hair,
long since forgotten, began to foam up again, spilling between our
straining bodies, increasing the lubriciousness of flesh on wet, heated
flesh, the exotic aroma of hedonistic sex wafting up to us on clouds of
steam.  Her supple legs were tightening around me and she was whimpering,
making hard, ragged breaths into my ear, her erotic moans just as much a
turn-on as our mutual wet splashing sounds as I hammered upwards to meet
her every lusty downstroke.  By now my hips seemed to be humping with a
will of their own, crashing into my baby with the savage intensity of
diesel-powered piston.  The bulbous knob of my shafting penis was striking
quite deep and the unique angle caused the rugged shaft to rub roughly
against her tender vulva, the friction sparking off a wave of euphoria
spilling over both of us.

   Darcy was plowing her haunches against me like a wild she-animal in the
forest, not a single human word escaping from her parted lips, not a sign
that she knew any language at all except the grunting and groaning noises
she used to urge me on against her as if I too were a dumb animal to be
used for her sexual satisfactions.  I did not mind, knowing that she was
hopelessly ensorcelled within her sexual needs that were being inflamed by
her nimble fingers stroking her clit and the juncture of my penis and her
vagina, the flashpoint of our shared bliss.  Her face flushed crimson and
all of a sudden she gave out a shuddering sob, her inner muscles clenching
joyously at the thrusting rod wonderfully filling her heated pussy.  She
dug her nails into my shoulders as she rose on a radiant skyrocket of
ecstasy, shuddering in turbulent elation and losing her mind in fantastic
delirium.  I felt the familiar throes of unendurable ecstasy pulse liquidly
from the spasming center of her very being, her girlcome gushing out of her
ravished sex, flowing like wine from a fresh tapped cask.

   As her blustery climax ebbed away, I still moved within Darcy like a
demented madman, grabbing her teenaged-sized breasts and squeezing them,
their buoyant creaminess inciting my fiery lust to new heights.  I knew I
couldn't resist much longer and had begun to lunge violently, slamming into
her cradling hips, hammering deep into her gooey cunny.  Sensing my
quickening responses, she must have been determined to intensify my
pleasure because she slid her fingers down the sweat-slippery skin of my
relentlessly flexing rump, fondling the globes before gliding between them
to the sensitive skin of my crimped crease.  She probed naughtily at my hot
nether hole with her fingerpad, the formerly tightly clenched anal opening
flowering to admit her probing explorations.

   "Yeah," I hissed as I started to rise, my body twitching with inner
spasms as I felt my savage climax coming with a great savage roar like a
tidal wave of crashing sound and tumultuous pleasure steaming toward a
tropical beach.  The inner flames flared to a blistering furnace as I
teetered perilously on the precipice of orgasm, then a searing flashfire
dazzled my senses in an iridescent rapture.  "Oh baby, yes!" I cried out as
I came, an inferno of scalding bliss raged through my blood, sparking off
the release of my seed.  My creamy semen rifled in hot rushes up into her
womb as bodybliss after jolting bodybliss sizzled through me, over and
over. Darcy held me tightly as I cried out her name as the surges that
throbbed expanded exponentially, blasting outward, a series of
soul-stirring bursts of incredibly sweet sensations reverberating up and
down my twitching limbs.  Then abruptly I released my hold, giving way to
the sweetness of oblivion, my body pulsating with the aqueous pleasures
immersing me very soul, frothy waves of whirlpooling delight splashing over
me, drowning me...

   As I slipped down from the very pinnacles of ecstasy, my wobbly legs
became too weak to support Darcy, my wilting penis unable to help support
the weight of her body.  I let my hands draw away from her bottom and she
released her arms from around my neck, letting herself slide all the way
down the front of me until her knees were on the shower floor.  The water
was still streaming through her hair, but nearly all the shampoo had been
washed out.  She gazed in rapt interest at my rapidly deflating manhood,
hanging soft between my legs.  Even now a few stray drops of come were
mingling with the water and she watched as the mixture swirled down the
drain.  With the tenderness only a woman in love can know, she fondly
washed my organ clean, placing a tiny affectionate kiss on the very tip
before rising up to take my hand.

   We both got out of the shower and dried each other off with soft, fluffy
towels before heading for the bedroom, arms wrapped familiarly around one
another's waist, very much in love.  What we had just done was beautiful,
intimate, yet also draining.  Dusk was settling in and the storm was
passing.  The dying sun, a fiery orb on the darken sea, set the clouds
ablaze in hues of dazzling purple and irradiant lavender.  We snuggled in
the bed, nestled among cozy sheets, and watched in silent wonder at the
daily resplendent annihilation of the sun, the night settling in as a
velvet shroud, lulling us both into the sweet embrace of shared dreams.

   * * * * *

   I woke with a start.  Darcy immediately shushed me, her ears perked up.
I could barely hear the faint susurrating sound of the sporadic raindrops,
but even the telltale tapping sounds at their most whispery had their
classic profound effect on my sweet baby.  Her long back was arched,
achingly tense, so I sleepily suggested she lie face down and let me
massage her back while she listened to the opening stages of this latest
storm.  I rubbed deep into her gracefully curved back, working my fingers
into the taut muscles of her slender shoulders and tender upper spine.  But
as I rolled my soothing touch in a my usual massaging and caressing manner,
I found that instead of feeling the tension melt away, I could feel
rippling charges of vibrant sensation surging over her.

   Realizing that she would never be able to relax, I changed my tactics
and began deliberately drifting over to the sides of her schoolgirlish
breasts before resuming my sensuous touch over the rest of her silky
nakedness.  When I began pressing my thumbs into the softer, more pliant
skin of her lower back, presented with the magnificent view of my beloved's
firmly-rounded rump, the twin globes immaculate and creamy-smooth, my
adoring eyes went hot and misty.  With a knowing touch for what she liked
best, I massaged the plush hemispheres, one in each hand, flexing the
elastic mounds in a circular motion.  She was almost purring with delight,
but I knew that as much as she was delighting in the intimate rubdown, it
was merely accentuating her burgeoning eroticism fueled mainly by the
building shower.  She was whispering dreamily, more to herself than me,
about the raindrops rolling down the glass windowpanes, broken by the sill,
hearing their demise through the slightly cracked windows.

   As the drizzle slowly intensified into a steady pouring and the first
clap of thunder rumbled far in the distance, my breathless, breath-taking
beloved rolled over, making the dark mane of her lustrous hair tumble down
in ebon ringlets about her angelic face.  Her eyes were flashing like jags
of brilliant black sapphires in the flickering luminescence of the electric
light bulbs cleverly installed in the quaint antique oil lamps scattered
about the room.  I live for that dancing fire in Darcy's obsidian-hued
eyes, the way it glowingly illuminates her strikingly beautiful features. I
carefully combed through her tousled tresses my splayed fingers, the rough
palms of my hands passing over her temples, trying to soothe her and yet
stimulate her too.

   "You are so beautiful," I marveled.  Her immaculate, dusky-hued skin was
infinitely responsive to the loving caresses of my hands, tracing the
delicate curve of her cheek, the impudent jut of her chin, the fullness of
her lips.  Her desire for our love, darkening her eyes with tender
ferocity, radiated with such a stirring intensity that was both frightening
and thrilling.  We kissed and I closed my eyes, drowning in the feel of her
breasts surging against my chest, the play of her supple thighs on my own.
With my fingertips, I brushed back the wayward tangles that spilled over
behind her ears, sealing them with a fond kiss.  She responded to my loving
touch, to the pattering rain, to me with a subtle shift that brought the
full length of her gloriously naked body to mine, enveloping me in a sweet,
seductive embrace.  Knowing how much she desired me gave me a deep glow of
fulfillment that I could possibly make this angelic lady happy.  Neither of
us wanted this intimacy to end.

   I could have kissed Darcy for hours, my lips crushed into hers, slightly
parted, our nimble tongues tangling in a slow, easy dance, exploring,
touching, stroking.  Instead, I opened my eyes and broke the heavenly kiss
so that I could worship the rest of my beloved.  I stroked my hands along
the gentle slope of her neck, the elegant curve of her shoulders, the soft,
smooth taper of her flanks and the feminine flare of her hips.  My
reverential touch smoothed softly over her fluttering tummy and delicate
belly button.  I can never get enough of her warm, willowy naked body, that
mystical female charm of sensuous allure and tender vulnerability that
drives me wild.

   Sliding upwards, my wandering hands cupped her deliciously lovely
breasts, assessing the plump, pink-crested bounty of her creamy bosom so
proudly displayed for me, lifting the modest mounds topped by
deeply-blushed nipples.  I began to gently fondle her girlish breasts,
running my fingers in a rippling motion and she arched her back, giving a
deep breathy sigh.  Her nipples responded by jutting out brashly audacious
in their want for sexual stimulation.  Lowering my head with a dissolute
moan, I bent to bury my face between her breasts.  As I swirled my tongue
in sweeping circular motions, she whimpered and cradled the steamy heat of
my mouth to her satiny flesh.  I avoided her tempting peaks as long as I
could will myself to resist, which was not long indeed when Darcy's naughty
hands began roaming my body, teasing me, seducing me.  I tasted one
straining nipple with just the tip of my velvet rough tongue and was
overcome by a greed as old as sunsets and stars.  Cupping the
marshmallowy-soft orbs, I raised them to my mouth like a chalice and
lavished attention on each fleshy nub, hearing the sharp intake of breath
and feeling her breasts swell against my sultry mouth.  I sucking
gluttonously, flickering my sinuous tongue over each succulent bud while
tweaking and pinching the other, suckling her with exquisite tenderness,
just the way she likes it.

   After giving each breast tender attention, I did not rise but fell
worshipfully to my knees as I slid slowly downward.  Darcys breathing was
heavy, her body hot, her urgent hips telling me what she wanted, what she
needed.  With the pummeling rain drenching the shore, oncoming thunder and
lightning occasionally flashing in the gloom, I began to trail kisses
lower, tracing silky wet patterns over her skin, making my love pant with
delirious anticipation of my next move.  I knew the scrape of my stubbly
chin against her nakedness heightened her carnal pleasure as my mouth
blazed a path of wet heat, from the tight little buds cresting her bobbling
breasts to her adorable navel.  She became like quicksilver in my hands,
hot and eager.  I tried to make my foreplay to be like warm honey being
poured over her, my mouth flowing sweetly over her flesh.  I pampered
attention on the hollow of her waist, the turn of her hip and the slightly
convex roundness of her tummy while my hands roamed insistently ahead,
caressing her thighs and then her calves.  My playful tongue was swirling
about in her belly button as I tenderly kneaded my way back up, focusing on
the satiny-smooth flesh of her inner thighs, my fingers tantalizingly close
to her most private of places.  She willingly opened her legs, revealing
herself to be dewy, wanting me to rub her, kiss her, lick her.  I wasn't
ready just quite yet, my tongue tasting tiny droplets of perspiration on
her lower torso, my hands stroking slightly quavering thighs, knowing every
moment of this excruciating torture would make the crucial moment ever the
sweeter.

   "Lick me, Christopher," Darcy suddenly gasped, threading her fingers
into my tousled hair to physically transmit her lascivious desires to me.
That idiosyncratic note of unique excitement I hear whenever I catch her
watching an oncoming storm now echoed in her tone from the luscious sexual
intensity that threatened to overwhelm her.  I risked a look upwards and
saw she was clutching at her breasts, her eyes shining with emotion, her
entire forehead streaked with passionate perspiration, her loins fairly
heaving with volcanic, unfulfilled desire.  Succumbing to her near-palpable
need, I gently nudged her knees apart until her bottom curved slightly
outwards.  Kneeling before my panting, flushed lady, I settled between her
coltish legs.  I brought my hands to the bowl of her crescent-curved hips,
kneading the flesh there until it tingled, while I feathered my lips on the
satiny smoothness of her inner thigh, immediately feeling her go liquid
with need.

   Pausing briefly to give her a small smile of stark sexual hunger, I
cupped the supple cheeks of her tush and began kissing the exposed flesh,
moving around her moist cleft, kissing and touching everywhere except the
molten core of her lust.  When I blew a burst of breath into her downy
thatch, wet with her liquid arousal, she purred louder and her curvaceous
hips undulated rhythmically.  Her body was simply begging me for relief.  I
nuzzled my nose the lustrous ebon curls crowning her thighs that guarded
her sex to sample a forbidden sweetness of her secret place, inhaling the
deep, rich, primal musk unique to Darcy in heat.  When she clapped one hand
over her mouth to stifle a keening wail of delight, I couldn't stand it any
longer: I simply had to taste her.
I carefully moved my lover until her knees were on either side of my
ears and her sweet pussy just brushed up against my watering lips. 
Spreading the glossy petals with my fingers, I lowered my head and breathed
lightly on her swollen, pouty labia, knowing the lightest puff of my breath
would be a scorching flame that licked erotically against her dewy
sweetness.  I kissed her most intimate flesh and found her tasting
tangy-sweet and hot enough to scald me.  She thrashed wildly, arching
upward, unable to breathe, biting her lip to keep from crying out as I
continued to spread more soft kisses upward along her creamy groove,
teasing the sleekly swollen recesses, passion-slick and steamy-wet.  I
extended my tongue and slipped it along her pink fleshy folds, from bottom
to top, down the other side.  Darcy sharply tugged in my hair as I slid
along the inside of her puffy lips, lightly at first then harder, bearing

down on her pleasure points.

   As my tongue skated along her buttery labia, I watched tiny pink bud of
her quivering little clitoris peek out of its protective cloak, good and
hard.  The puffs of sultry air blasted from my nostrils over the inflamed
fold of sensitive flesh, the swirling zephyrs titillating the swollen core
of her feminine desire, as I pressed my open mouth against her steamy
vagina and thrust my wriggling tongue along the smooth, fleshy heat of her
gently throbbing gooiness.  She squirmed wantonly, her curvy buttocks
throbbing and swaying around my face, as I began to thrill the whole plane
of her sex, squeezing her salty-sweet sex with the insides of my cheeks, my
swabbing tongue darting and weaving crazily among the succulent swells and
hollows.  The joy of succumbing physically to my rapacious demands made her
hiss her unadulterated delight, her creamy thighs coming together tightly,
her fingers yanking in my poor hair, urging, pleading.

   I didn't leave her wanting.  I began pushing my serpentine tongue into
her mushy opening, twisting it about as I burrowed deep into her juicy
cunny.  My churning tongue explored as deeply as it could in her steamy
hole.  Her sensuous pussy was crushed velvet inside, the glossy membranes,
very warm, very responsive, and she tasted sweeter than a dream.  But even
as my tongue slipped in and out of her over-flowing honeypot, Darcy
whimpered greedily for more and I knew exactly what that was.  Her clitoris
had protruded out fully of that juncture where her creases melted together,
a delicious piece of candy.  I lapped delicately at her love-bud, using the
tiny flickering brushes as quick and soft as a hummingbird's wing Darcy
affectionately calls "butterfly kisses." The tiny organ throbbed in my
mouth and my lover's kittenish purring deepened into lionness' growl.

   The erotic energy of the scene was matched only by the fury of the storm
outside.  Bolts of jagged lightning suddenly seared the sky followed by a
tremendous crack of thunder, the lights flickering then dousing completely,
leaving us in pitch darkness.  We were unscathed and I knew Darcy's body so
well I didn't need my eyes to give her oral pleasure.  Matching the rhythm
of the rain driving into the window, I teased and thrilled her both her
nectar drenched channel and her throbbing little bud, spearing two fingers
to corkscrew in her honeyed hole while tongue whipping her clit as cruelly
and mercilessly as a sadistic taskmaster might lash a rebellious slave. 
The driving beat of the downpour mimicked the noisy slurps and sloppy
suckles, as loud as any aquarium filter.  I was rewarded by a flash of
lightning that gave me a perfect snapshot of my beloved's crimson-blushed
face, gasping mouth and violently heaving chest.  She jammed further into
my gorging mouth and ramming hand, her writhing hips grinding so
demandingly that I fairly punched a third finger into her sopping sex and
bullwhipped her swollen clitoris.  She began to thrash about wildly as the
culmination of her innermost desires cannonaded through her veins, the
coruscating spangles of incandescent bliss glowing hotly within her.  Her
frantically spasming cunny clutched and rippled with the orgasmic fury,
releasing a great gush of girlcum I drank down thirstily, it's cascading
flow spreading syrupy wetness all over my eager face.

   As her tumultuous waves of turbulent ecstasy subsided from their furious
intensity, I took my tongue away from her saturated pussy and moved up to
kiss her puffing mouth.  Her shudders of orgasmic bliss fading, her lips
met mine with as much passion as before.  Kissing me, she used her naughty,
kittenish tongue to taste herself on me.  Darcy can't get enough of her
slick feminine essence, blushingly admitting that frequently when she
masturbates, she will lick her finger or dildo or vibrator (we keep a stash
of sextoys in the house) clean, finding her exotic peppery taste almost as
exciting as I do.  The feel of her agile tongue darting along the inside of
my mouth, licking along my teeth and lips, provocatively seeking the
feminine flavor was deeply thrilling.

   Like a few other women I've been privileged to know, Darcy's first
orgasm frequently does not exhaust her but exhilarates her, leaving her
primed for more sex, whether it be loveplay, hanky-panky, or other
raunchier ideas.  She giggled in the dark at the feel of my heavy erection
pulse into her thigh.  She was licking her lips wetly as her fingers
slipped around my meaty shaft, her thumb finding the bulbous glans very
swollen and very slippery from generous flows of pre-come liberally oozing
out from the tiny slit.  "Not tired yet, stud?" she whispered saucily,
giving me a single, sensuous stroke.

   "Hell no, baby," I replied with false bravado, thanking my lucky stars
that we'd lit those candles in the main room.

   She squealed as I stumbled about, almost falling several times but
somehow making it into the area overlooking the crashing sea, the
vanilla-scented candles shimmering.  Darcy slipped from my arms and stared
wide-eyed at the raging surf pounding its elemental fury on the shore, the
fierce rain lashing loudly at the windows, but we were safe, snug and warm
in our little love nest.  As awesome as the sight of Nature's ferocity was,
my brain was short-circuited through my loins, my breathing ragged from a
heart hammering with desperate need and I knew only one cure.  I caught
hold of Darcy and crushed her to me, grinding my painfully swollen erection
against her lithe thighs.  I was on fire as she grabbed my hardness and
whispered that she longed to feel me inside her.

   Darcy pushed me back onto a spacious rattan couch, and she sauntered to
me in three steps, moving her sexy body with quivering ripples up over my
torso straddling my hips with a wanton smile.  She laid her small hands on
the flexing planes of his pectorals for balance, knees mounting my hips,
long legs locking snugly into the taut tendons over my ribs.  The blunted
tip of my swollen glans, angled towards her, bumped sensuously against the
fleshy lips of her creamy sex.  I moved my hands around her impossibly
narrow waist and guided her crescent-curved hips gently back and forth,
titillating her swollen clitoris with the spongy helm of my jutting cock.

   Darcy clenched her silky muscles in response to my wicked teasing but
really she was too horny to take much more.  Just like the independent
woman she is, she seized the initiative, her slender white hand quickly
darting out to grasp my beefy erection.  I choked out to the tantalizing
feel of her groping hand, but in truth it was her own primal lusts she
selfishly intended to satisfy.  Eagerly, she began to glide her hand on
heavy trunk back and forth in an incendiary wringing motion, masturbating
me to steely erection as I grunted and thrust my hips forward.  She said
nothing but I gurgled again as she placed my beefy penis into her slippery
groove then shimmied her hips downward, intoxicatingly immersing my
daunting size into her scrumptiously gooey channel.  Her delicate fingers
clutched at the brawn of my chest as she sank down slowly, her satiny
channel absorbing my throbbing inch by inch, swallowing me whole.  The
seething heat of her succulent pussy thrilled my hefty organ, kindling
fires flames that caused my engulfed cock to throb with self-gratifying
delight.  I looked upward into my baby's beautiful face, hoping she was
enjoying this as much as I was, and was deliriously thrilled to see her
mouth hanging wantonly open.

   "Yeah," Darcy whispered, her voice hoarse and husky, having taken all of
me.  She started to move, rocking only gently, simply letting me soak in
her juicy heat.  I wallowed in the subtle sensations of sexual bliss, the
way her lush vulva clung obsessively to my beefy shaft, the way her
gossamery inner flesh surged in elation as my plummy glans stroked her
insides.  I looked up and the coquettish smile adorning my beloved
enchantress' strikingly beautiful face sent sweltering sensations swirling
in my aching cock.  I reached upward and slipped my hands about her
hardened-nippled breasts, their smooth resilient flesh yielding hotly
beneath my kneading fingers.  I played with Darcy's peach-sized breasts,
fingers groping and pinching until her tiny pebble-hard nipples seared into
my fondling palms like glowing-hot embers.

   Darcy suddenly needed to move quicker, her insatiable loins thrusting
and gyrating and pressing down on me.  I gripped her firm rear as she began
riding me up and down, in and out, her curved hips rising and falling at an
unbelievably sexy cadence, her inner membranes seducing me with their
radiant heat, urging me deeper and deeper within.  I could feel her pouty
labial lips clenching about me and the incandescent pleasure they sent
flowing through my engulfed manhood made me gasp aloud.  Spasms of
scintillating excitement rippled through my taut belly and over my readily
incitable nakedness as my horny girl moved energetically, her breasts
bobbling and her plush bottom cheeks quivering.  Plunging my long hardness
into her was an unimaginable joy and my deep-delving organ was hitting the
magic spot deep inside her because she couldn't resist the lubricious
squirming and writhing she was wantonly performing for me.

   As Darcy rode me with all the consummate skill of a lusty young cowgirl,
my hands continued to ardently massage the lovely firmness of her straining
breasts, my eager fingers trapping the hardened little nipples, making them
hotly tingle to my teasing, pinching and pulling of the swollen quivering
mounds.  My baby couldn't choke back the gasping moan of sensual tension
that escaped her, and began lifting and plunging herself most frenziedly,
drawing up off my heavily-veined trunk until she felt the flaring ridge of
the glans stretching out her clingy vulva then spiraling back down the long
column.  I adored the fact that the vibrant, hot blood that flowed through
Darcy's sexy body raced as fierily through my own.  I looked up and as
ecstatic to see my beloved hedonistically savoring the burning compulsion
that was rapidly consuming myself.  We both have been plagued all our lives
with the incessant urge for wanton sex, and, before meeting each other,
never quite getting enough.

   In a desire to sate her rampageous horniness, Darcy had leaned over me
for more balance to work her surging hips.  In this position, her smallish
breasts jiggled in front of me, occasionally bumping my face.  I grabbed
those ripe, bobbling boobs and ran my fluttering tongue all over them,
tasting the slight salt of perspiration beading up.  I lecherously clamped
my massaging mouth onto her dancing breasts, her blatantly swollen nipples
yielding resiliently between my mercilessly suckling lips.  I licked and
sucked each of those plump plums with wet greedy slurps.  The hungered
voracity of my breastplay ignited a new spark within Darcy and she began
humping me ferociously.  She clenched her greedily working buttocks tightly
to our mutual advantage, meeting my every upward impalement with
frenetically rhythmic down-plunges that lunged my big plum into the creamy
softness of her wildly tremoring sex deep up inside!

   My own luscious joy was slowly mounting higher, higher and my breath
began to become more shallow as Darcy bounced harder and faster, driving my
rampantly thick cock deep inside her wetness.  With her body streaked with
tiny rivulets of sweat, her hair wildly tossed, her eyes darting about
blindly, Darcy seemed consumed by an inner fire.  It was a moment to savor
but the exquisite ache in my prick said I couldn't wait.  Thankfully I did
not have to.  Realizing my perilous situation, I reached down into the
juicy nexus of our melded bodies and started beating a tattoo on my lusty
lady's clitoris to the same pulse of the rhythm of the rain outside.  The
scorching friction and the resultant bliss gave her a glittering
mini-orgasm, flashes of iridescent delight sparkling in her womb as she
spilled a frothy wash of girlcome of from the liquid walls of her clutching
channel, bathing my lustily lancing cock while she herself was inundated in
aqueous ecstasy.

   Sensing her little climax, I suddenly reared up, Darcy crying out in
surprise and disappointment as I forcibly caught hold of her flailing hips
and pick her up off my rigid pole, unbelievably bloated and dripping with
her flowing nectar.  "Im sorry baby," I whispered in explanation.  "I was
about to come."

   Taking a deep shuddery breath she told me it was o.k.  and gave me a
smile resplendent with love and understanding.

   Suddenly inspired, I picked Darcy up and lowered her on a nearby lounge
chair, draping her coltish legs over each of the thickly upholstered arms,
leaving her in a distinctly unladylike posture.  My lovely lady was still
unbearably titillated from the incessant rhythm of the torrential downpour
outdoors and immediately began to move her body.  The immodest pose left
her exposing to the camera the entire length of her moistly glistening
cunny, labia brazenly swollen and glossy pink, gleaming little clitoris
tucked in at the top of her luscious slit.  She immediately circled one
hand down over her tummy, through her silky pubic hair, between her firm
thighs so that the tips of her fingers revolved over her rigidly pulsating
clit.  The coruscant pleasures she summoned immediately set her
sexily-curved hips undulating, the rhythm becoming more intense as she
became more aroused.

   Trying to rein in my volatile desires, to bank my simmering lusts to a
mid-grade desire, I slowly fondled myself down to a semi-erect state as I
stood back and simply watched this erotic display of self-love, trying to
regain my composure.  Darcy was doing her damndest to make that difficult,
spreading her plush lovelips with the thumb and third finger of her left
hand while her bunched index and middle fingers stroked at the slippery
clitoris of naked pink.  Her pretty mouth fell open, and her kittenish
tongue flickering, moistening her frosted lips until they glistened.  She
was breathing faster and faster, her chest rising and falling, twisting her
naked buttocks against the cushions as though she was trying to bury
herself in it, as her lissome fingers caroused in the creamy groove of her
wetly quivering pussy.  She then thrust a finger audaciously deep into her
juicy slit, telling me in a breathy whisper no uncertain terms how good it
felt, hissing nastily that my big hard cock would fill her up much better.

   As if being ravished by some unseen inamorata, raw lecherous lust took
hold of her as a second probing finger joined the sluicing first and the
lusty duo worked themselves inside the blushing folds of her tremulous
pussy, slowly widening the sleek lips.  The lascivious duo speared smoothly
into disappearing into the tightly clasping pink folds with a sloppy
squelching noise, making my love purr with libidinous pleasure.  Ears
attuned to the sirenic rhythm of the clamorous gale, teeth clenched within
the thrall of her seemingly implacable concupiscence, she writhed beneath
her own driving fingers.  The steadily increasing rhythm drew loud grunts
of hedonistic pleasure from deep in her throat as her fingers sank deep,
striking tender hollows within that sparked off motes of shimmering bliss.
She pumped harder and faster, fingers almost blurring in their shafting in
and out of her wide-spread pussy, emotional eyes gazing pleadingly at me to
set her free.

   As you can well guess, I quickly succumbed to her salacious invitation.
She lay back in the chair and held her legs wide open for me.  I moved up
against her, the spongy tip of my jutting erection nudging into the
softness of her tummy as she twisted her pelvis hard forward.  Watching her
bawdy expression that betrayed just how crazy she was with the need for hot
lovemaking, I mounted her, my hands on her shoulders, surrounding her
petite naked body, already writhing beneath me, totally with mine.  I
reached down with my right hand to grip the hemispherical arc of her
hipbone and my left slipped under her wiggling bottom, cupping and
squeezing the lush half-moons.  Darcy, being no shrinking violet, cupped
and fondled my balls with her right hand while her left found my engorged
penis, and as she pressed the hotly throbbing organ up into the narrow
valley of her churning loins, I could feel the radiant heat of emanating
from her naked sex, reaching longingly for the probing tip of my hardness.

   Despite my resolve to remain tranquil, perhaps even detached if I could
have managed, my mind was promptly awash with wanton lust and needy
passion, delighting in the sensation of my lover's wetly heated grotto
enticing the bulbous tip of my probing rod.  I could feel my licentious
excitement increasing more and more, and then, like a hot mouth nibbling
wetly at my pulsing manhood, her pussy made its first maddening contact. 
Slowly we began to fit their loins together, little by little deepening the
penetration of his engorged rod in her slippery wet sheath.  She was so
ready for me I didn't need me to guide me into her.  The moment the tapered
glans found her slick vulva it simply glided inside.  I felt deliciously
dizzy as she felt the glorious pressure of her eagerly waiting vagina as I
smoothed up into her, the inner membranes clinging to my rejoicing beefy
girth.

   That initial penetration of what Darcy calls my `pussy-pleaser' must
have really thrilled her because she instantly wrapped her legs around my
back and shoved her hips up at me, sucking me in deeper.  At her insatiable
body's request I started slowly stroking in and out of her, just a few
inches at a time, then another meaty inch.  My pulsating member pushed
relentlessly forward up into the sultry depths of her gooey sex, her silky
walls clasping around my hardened organ like a tight-fitting glove,
allowing me to glory in the sensation of every morsel of her sumptuous
softness.  When we could no longer bear the erotic torment, I plunged the
full length of my hot cock inside my beloved, the blunted tip bumping
against her cervix and the resultant ripples of surging sensation she
transmitted so blissful that I thought I might actually cry with tears of
sheer joy.

   When Darcy tilted her hips forward to maximize the sense of penetration,
I took this as a sign she was ready and eager for more.  She almost
squealed with delight when I began to move, introducing a thrusting,
rhythmical motion that she matched, the moist friction of the fluidic
movements of her surging sex upon me making me tingle with pleasure.  With
the patience born out of a unique combination of selfless consideration for
my tender baby as well as an egotistical wish to draw this exquisiteness as
long as possible, I only gradually increased the length of my strokes. 
Twisting my lower torso, I was letting my loins swivel with every
downstroke into her squirming pelvis, rubbing my pubic bone against hers
until her sex felt alive, warmed and elated.  We were pressed intimately
close together, and I brought my hands down to grasp her tautly rounded
buttocks, pulling her up to meet me in easily cadenced motions.  I caught
the fresh exotic perfume that was her horny scent and it excited me all the
more, swooping my steely cock, intensifying the tiny grinding motions on
her pelvis each time I buried himself in her up to the hilt.

   Trying to enhance her decadent pleasures as well as my own, Darcy began
her trademark massaging motion with her satiny inner muscles around the
thick trunk of my impaling manhood.  I was pumping in a churning motion
into her squirming saddle with long, rhythmic thrusts as she strained up to
meet me, arching her back so that she lifted both our bodies up off the
chair.  Her sleek thighs trembled ceaselessly under my muscular body
thumping into hers, opening and closing her thighs around my hips like the
useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board.  Gradually, her moans
took up a chanting rhythm as old as woman herself, a mellifluous moaning
that matched the rhythmic pulse of my steady in and out motions.  I could
feel her syrupy juices spilling out, tickling and titillating the two of
us, lubricating our joined flesh to ever greater debauchery.

   Throwing all cautious reserve to the winds, I concentrated all my
attention on the blissful sensations that my uninhibited lover's
lust-peaking shimmying motions gave my orgasm-craving body.  I had released
her undulating rump and once more raised myself up on my balancing hands,
fingers spread on the feather-filled cushion beside her shoulders, so that
I could more easily flex my undulating hips.  With the practiced ease that
only soul-sharing lovers can know, I met Darcy's accelerating rocking
movements, drawing the bulky shaft of my meaty hardness, glossy from her
nectarous dew, out to a bare inch from the streamlined tip, until only the
pudgy bulb was still enfolded inside her warm labia.  I then drove it hard
back into her gooshy channel, immersing myself to the balls in her steamy
wetness, then gradually out again, and forcefully back in again, faster and
faster...  and faster still.

   We were now moving in a demanding driving rhythm, our eyes fluttered
closed, submitting willingly to the vibrantly jubilant sensations roiling
inside.  I felt as if I were being inundated by cresting waves of ravenous
desire being stoked by the lusciousness of her steamy pussy every time I
stroked inside her.  I became gradually aware that deep-throated guttural
sounds were sounding from my throat, merging with Darcy's mewling whimpers
with each smooth plunge of my hard-pistoning penis.  I'm not a terribly
vocal lover and my harsh sounds startled her because she looked up to find
me gazing on the gently heaving mounds of her breasts, pink nipples jutting
out like tiny berries offered up for me to devour.  She followed my eyes
lower, to our integrated loins and the blush that colored her cheeks was
priceless.  While I could see my tumescent penis withdrawing almost full
length from the clasping crimson lips of her labia, then rushing headlong
back again into the upthrusting mound, skewering the juicy split peach
nestled there, I also knew that she could see behind me, the assault of the
waves and wind and rain as they surged toward her widespread legs.  It must
have seemed she was being ravished by all the forces of nature.

   The overwhelming sight thrilled Darcy and she splayed herself incredibly
to give me still greater access to her ravenous pussy.  When I intensified
my rough strokes even further into long hard-hammering thrusts, she pushed
up to meet each and every one of my deep delvings, unable to wait a split
second for his next plunge into her voracious sex.  Each time I drove it
home to the hilt, I held it there a split-second, allowing both of us to
savor the delicious sensations brought on by my shaft impaling her
creaminess, her loins jerking in tiny quick rotations.  And when I
punctuated this by introducing a strong upsweep as I reached the deepest
part of each stroke to stimulate her clitoris, she shrieked her excitement.
Again and again she wrenched her pelvis downward, her silky wetness
slurping at his thick throbbing shaft like a wild animal in rut, the
telltale salty scent of her seething arousal now as pungent and heady as
the sibilant sounds of cloying pleasure she gasped breathily into my ear.

   The sofa creaked and groaned as our lovemaking movements became more and
more frenzied, Darcy suddenly crossing her ankles around my waist and
clinging to me desperately.  Despite our fiery freneticism, our bodies
moved together with an easy, liquid grace, Darcy eagerly opening and
closing her trembling thighs around his hips in wild unison with his
relentlessly spearing strokes into her all-consuming vagina.  I thought
might swoon as I rode the escalating tide and I warbled meaningless cries
into her ear now that I was coming closer and closer to the delirious
moment of fulfillment.  My beloved was in an equally critical state and In
her desperation she pulled her knees up under my chest as high as they
would go, presenting the whole of her upward thrusting loins in desperate
urging to my deeply pounding strokes.  Locking her feet high over his
shoulders, her toes curled under into tight little balls, and I felt her
tiny throbbing clitoris getting dragged along the top of my cock that sent
her in a headlong rush towards the crescendo of her orgasm.

   As much as I wanted to slow down our pace, I could not as within the
molten core of my very soul, glittering sparkles of joy began to coalesce.
The thrumming pressure in my loins built relentlessly, beautifully, along
my throbbing cock pistoning furiously in and out of her silken cleft, down
the rippling tendons of my tensed thighs and curling into the quivering
muscles of my taut stomach.  I even felt it in my heaving pectorals, where
Darcy's breasts bobbled delightfully against my chest.  Perhaps it was
something as simple as that brought her to her crisis because mere seconds
later, she began to peak.  She locked herself to me with all the
considerable strength of her convulsively twitching thighs, shuddering
against my humping body, the hotly clasping inner walls of her euphoric
pussy flooding girlcum out around my seething hardness.  She held her
breath as pulsating pleasure ripped through her sex, its jagged fierceness
tearing her womb asunder.  The molten joys that had coalesced within gushed
out in a turbulently whirling tidal wave, liquefied bliss washing over her
in torrents.

   I had been drilling my cock into her churning channel throughout her
rampageous climax, my hands clutching once more at her softly quivering
buttocks, kneading the resilient flesh like ripe fruits.  It wasn't long
before I felt that inexorable tide within my loins begin to rise in great
swells like that of the churning sea outside me.  I was growling in the
back of my throat in a duet with the rolls of the thunder reverberating
within my body and my impending release seemed to be matched only by
nature's intensity.  A pulsing fullness, blissfully chaotic, fountained up
from deep within, a firestorm that broke with raw intensity releasing a
whirlwind of spiraling bliss, everything within me being drawn into that
voracious vortex.  I gave one last powerful lunge up between her upraised
legs and held himself there, holding his exploding loins as tight as he
could to her wildly gyrating flesh.  I growled like a bull-elephant
trumpeting his lust in the jungle as the first spurt of my semen wet shot
into her like liquid fire while inside I imploded in a burst of such sheer
rapture that I sobbed.  I could feel her liquid insides melting around me
as I writhed in excruciating ecstasy as on and on my penis pulsed thick
creamy waves flowing into the safety of my beloved's welcoming harbor.

   When the frothy cascades that had fountained up in my electrified body
dissipated, when the incandescent glow that made every nexus of nerves
faded, I collapsed into Darcys loving embrace, completely spent from an
overdose of lovemaking as euphoric as any narcotic.  In the dim glow of the
table lantern, she leaned over, her mouth finding mine in a long tender
kiss, whispering the words I knew as surely as I know my own name.  "I love
you."

   Eventually we reluctantly rose and made our way back to the bed where we
lay together, lightly touching the planes and curves of each other's sated
body.  I settled down with my head on her warm breast, my fingers curling
protectively over her silkiness.  Darcy snuggled closer and I thought I saw
the slightest trace of a smile cross her lips as she sleepily whispered "Im
glad we had sense enough to come in out of the rain."

   Darcy had calmed the storm in me and the one outside seemed overwhelmed
by her.  The sound of the blustering wind and crashing waves had diminished
from frightening howls of wildness to a soothing lullaby.  But it was the
rhythm of the rain that would always stir something deep in my beloved. 
Perhaps our next trip should be in the Caribbean.  We both have time off in
about six months and that should be right about the middle of the rainy
season.