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I Call Her June (MF, rom)
by The Electric Monk (address withheld)

****

A weekend at the lake that I'll never forget no matter 
how long I live. (MF, affair)

****

I never knew her real name, so I call her June after 
the month I first met her.

It was a hot month, hot enough to be August, and I was 
working at The Lake, repairing the dock. When the heat 
got to be too much, I tossed some beer on the raft and 
poled out the quarter mile to the rock I call "The 
Island." It's so small that no one bothers with it, so 
I enjoy going there for the quiet.

I tied the raft to one of the ring of bushes that grows 
in the thin soil at waters edge, got out of my clothes 
and into the water. A few refreshing minutes later, I 
climbed back out, grabbed the beer and a beach towel, 
and went up on the rock. I set my stuff down in the 
shade of the island's one tree, and drank a can. Secure 
in the privacy of my little spot, I dozed off.

Shortly, something woke me, and I opened my eyes. I 
blinked hard, thinking I was still dreaming; for there 
stood the most magnificent looking woman I had ever 
seen, quite as naked as I, and apparently totally 
unconcerned about it. She was blue-eyed and dark 
blonde, stood about five-seven, slender and with firm 
muscles. Her waist was small, almost tiny, with well-
rounded hips below a firm flat stomach. Her breasts 
were, well, perfect. Neither large nor small, firm 
rounded cones crowned with dark pink jewels just made 
to kiss.

She was smiling, and looking at me very openly and 
frankly. Then she said, in a soft voice with just a 
hint of some kind of accent, "You are very beautiful."

Now. I'm not ugly, I admit, but nobody would mistake me 
for a movie star, and absolutely no one had ever 
accused me of being beautiful before! And to hear those 
words coming out of such a face and figure as hers! I'd 
like to tell you I replied with something clever, but I 
was just thunderstruck.

"May I join you?" she asked, seating herself on the 
beach towel facing me.

"Of course." I replied. "Would you like a beer?"

"Thank you," she said, nodding.

I opened two cans and passed her one. A few moments 
passed sipping the beer, while I tried to regain my 
wits.

I was getting an erection despite the embarrassment and 
despite trying not to.

"Oh! You like my body," she said, smiling again, "It is 
all right. I like yours, too. You have a very nice 
one."

This last she said looking squarely at my by now 
throbbing manhood.

She sipped again from the beer, then leaned forward and 
left a quick, brushing kiss on my left nipple. Her lips 
were still cool and moist from the drink, and the 
sensation brought shudders up and down my spine. I 
reached out to take her head in my hands to kiss her, 
but she was up and on her feet in one quick, graceful 
movement.

"I must go now," she said with that smile, and with 
just a hint of a wiggle of her round, dimpled ass, was 
off toward the lake side of the Island.

"Wait!" I called. "What's your name? Where are you 
staying?"

I ran after her, only to see her climb into a kayak, 
and paddle off. About a hundred feet out she turned and 
blew me a kiss. I stood like an idiot and watched the 
kayak until it passed round a point and disappeared.

I went to the store, the deli, the gas station, 
anywhere a person might go, but no one had seen anyone 
like that.

The man at the deli winked at me and said "Ja, sure I 
vatch for dis Blonde of yours. I find out for you."

But a week went by, and for all my detective work, it 
was as though I had dreamed her. And dream of her I 
did!

Then one late afternoon, I walked out on the dock, and 
I saw a light on the Island, like a small fire winking 
in the light breeze. I was on the raft and poling in a 
flash.

I arrived at the Island, tied up, and almost ran up the 
rock. She was there, adding twigs and dry grass to a 
tiny fire. I saw how cleverly the fire had been built 
in a hollow of the rock. It could only have been seen 
from my direction.

She was wearing a loose checkered shirt and shorts, and 
looked as magnificent as she had that other afternoon.

"Hello," I said. "I've been looking for you."

"I know. Come sit with me."

She patted a space on the rock, and pointed behind her. 
"I brought some things. I can stay longer this time."

I looked where she had pointed, and saw a blanket 
spread on the sun-warmed stone, a picnic basket, a 
bottle of wine and two glasses standing in the shade.

We sat close to each other and talked for a while, 
though each time I tried to ask about her - her name, 
where she was staying - she would change the subject.

At last she smiled her special smile and said, "All 
these questions! Come, let us eat and drink."

With that, she got up with her quick, graceful fluid 
motion and walked to the blanket. Here she opened the 
basket and produced a load of bite-size fried things 
like tempura. I opened my mouth to say something, and 
laughing, she popped one in.

I joined the fun and stuffed one in her mouth.

She handed me the wine bottle and corkscrew.

It was one of my favorites. I opened the bottle and 
ceremoniously poured.

She touched glasses and murmured, "To us, and to now." 

I sat with my back against the tree, and she slid over 
and leaned her back against my raised knees, half 
facing me. She pulled the basket closer, and took 
another item and put it to my mouth. I half took it and 
leaned forward to offer her a share. She leaned up and 
bit the offered piece. Our lips met, and lingered a 
moment before she drew back and chewed.

She lifted her hand to my face and drew the outline of 
my mouth. I seized her little fingers with my lips and 
eagerly kissed and sucked them.

With her free hand she began to draw little circles 
around my nipples and to trace the outline of my ribs. 
Even through the material of my tee-shirt the sensation 
was delightful!

I reached for her chin and drew her to me. This time 
she didn't draw away, but brought her face to mine with 
softly parted lips.

I traced her lips with my tongue, then gently explored 
her mouth. It tasted cool and sweet. Then her tongue 
found its way into my mouth. I sucked it ever so 
gently, and she moaned softly.

My left hand played with her soft, long hair and with 
her ears, and stroked her back, and eventually found 
its way to her right breast. The soft cotton of her 
shirt did little to hide the firm, yet yielding texture 
of that delightful handful. She began to hum again.

I found and opened the top buttons of her shirt, and 
slowly began to trace a line down from her neck with my 
fingers. She took my hand in hers and pressed it firmly 
under her shirt.

I can't describe the texture of her skin - the most 
incredibly delightful feeling. I gently cupped the 
object of my attention in my hand, kneading it, then 
squeezed and stroked the jewel that crowned it.

While I was busy with that, her deft hands had pulled 
my tee-shirt up under my arms and were stroking my 
chest and back bringing me goose-flesh and chills.

When finally we parted from the long kiss, we were both 
pumping air like just-surfaced divers.

I made to pull my tee-shirt off, but she cried, "Wait! 
Let me," so I stopped.

Ever so slowly and gently, she pulled it off my arms 
and over my head, in the process planting wet kisses on 
my chest and neck.

She smiled that smile of hers, and I knew it was an 
invitation. So with equal slowness I undid the 
remaining buttons of her shirt, and very deliberately 
exposed her twin delights.

I lightly kissed the tip of each in turn, then slowly 
drew the shirt off her shoulders.

She put her arms around my neck and drew us together 
until her breasts were brushing my chest, then slowly 
drew them back and forth against me while I kissed her 
neck and ears.

Then I kissed my way down her chest to the valley 
between her perfections, and worked my way up to her 
now firm nipples. These I gently sucked, licked and 
pulled with my lips, watching them pucker and strain to 
grow ever more.

She was moaning softly again.

Then she undid my belt buckle, and popped the snap of 
my jeans. Ever so slowly she pulled down the zipper, 
her fingers tracing lightly across my confined manhood.

I could hardly contain my eagerness, but somehow I 
equalled her deliberateness in undoing her shorts. Half 
seated as we were, the garments would not come off, 
though, so laughing, I got up and removed the remaining 
clothes from my body, and she hers.

"So," she said, "we are as we were when we met."

The sword of my manhood was standing in full salute to 
her beauty, standing an arms length away, examining me 
with that frank, open gaze I had first seen that other 
afternoon.

This time it was I who murmured, "You are beautiful!"

"It is very exciting to see how your body likes mine," 
she breathed, and stepped toward me with her sensuous 
lips slightly parted, her face lifted for a kiss.

I drew her to me, and lightly brushed her lips with 
mine. The tips of her perfect breasts touched my chest, 
and my spear was brushing the inside of her thighs. She 
put her arms around my waist and began to brush my back 
with the tips of her fingers.

Gradually the pressure of our kiss increased until our 
bodies were pressed together, and our tongues working 
feverishly at each other. Her hands grasped my buns and 
squeezed hard, crushing me against her body.

When we parted, we were gasping for air once more, our 
inner furnaces in flames. I licked and kissed my way 
down her neck, pausing to nibble her ear. I continued 
down her chest, and, cupping her delightful breasts in 
my hands, squeezed them together until I could lick 
both nipples at once.

Then, keeping a hold of those wonderful globes, I 
kissed my way down to her navel. Truly the jewel so 
highly prized in Arabian writing, I thrust my tongue 
into it, and sucked it gently. She worked her fingers 
through my hair and shivered lightly.

With my face pressed against her belly, I became 
intensely aware of the extremely erotic personal 
perfume of her arousal. It was intoxicating, and my 
fires rose to a fever pitch.

I kissed my way down the softly rounded mound of her 
belly toward its source, sliding my hands down her 
waist and hips and around to the delightfully rounded 
cheeks behind.

I nibbled and kissed at her thighs, her belly, and 
pulled at the curly fur of her love nest with my lips. 
So soft! I blew a gentle stream of air at her down, and 
she shivered once more, humming a low moaning sound 
almost like a purr.

I looked up at her, and the light of the setting sun 
had turned her skin a golden color. She looked like a 
bronze statue of a goddess, perhaps Diana the Huntress, 
but alive, her chest rising and falling with her 
excited breaths.

We sank down so that we were kneeling before each 
other, and we kissed once more, melting together as 
though we could become one body through our joined 
mouths.

Her exploring fingers found their way to my throbbing 
stiffness, and her other hand cupped under my balls. 
She gently played with me, touching, stroking and 
squeezing, her fingers tracing around the crown, 
teasing out a "teardrop."

This she wiped from its "eye" with her fingertip, then 
carrying it to her lips, licked it away.

Then, holding each other closely, we sank down on the 
blanket. She continued her playful teasing, while 
covering my chest and belly with kisses, tickling me 
with her loose hair falling over me.

I turned my attention back to kissing and teasing her 
belly. Her back arched and her body pulsed with my 
attentions. Finally, with a small cry, her hands 
grasped my head and drew it between her parted thighs. 
I buried my face in the musk of her, the soft parting 
folds of her. I explored her with my lips, probed her 
with my tongue. I found the petals of the rose of her, 
and drew them into my mouth. I discovered the bud of 
the rose hiding in its little nest and kissed it, 
drawing it forth, covering it and circling it with my 
tongue. Her back arched and writhed, little cries 
bursting from her mouth. I drank of the nectar of the 
gods.

I paused a moment to look at her. Her skin seemed to be 
glowing, her beauty enriched. Then she drew up and 
looked in my eyes with that special smile. Her face was 
framed against the soft colors of the summer sunset. 
Would that I were a painter to capture that moment on 
canvas!

She drew my spear up in her hand then, and with 
purposeful slowness, placed a kiss on the point of it. 
She drew her tongue along its length, around the circle 
of its crown. She lingered to probe its one blind eye 
with the tip of her tongue, and then I was engulfed. I 
felt the cool of the evening breeze alternate with the 
warmth of her mouth. I became her ice cream cone, her 
toy. Several times I was brought to the brink, but she 
skillfully avoided my eruption. Despite the warmth of 
the evening I was shivering uncontrollably.

When I thought I could stand no more, she drew away, 
and lying full length over my body, covering my face 
with kisses, she whispered, "I want you inside me!"

"Oh, yes?" I asked, playfully.

"I want you deep in my body," she continued, "I want to 
be filled with you."

As she whispered, almost breathed this last, she moved 
up over me, straddling me like a horseback rider. 
Guiding my weapon with her hand, she rubbed it gently 
against the moist entrance to her tunnel of love. Then 
she slowly impaled herself, taking first just the head 
of my weapon, withdrawing slightly, then driving in an 
inch, withdrawing again, and so on in an inexorable 
slow plunge until my proud sword had disappeared.

Meanwhile, my hands, almost of their own volition, slid 
up her body, measuring her thin waist, counting her 
ribs, then up to embrace her twin cones of delight, and 
rolled the berries crowning them between thumb and 
forefinger. She slowly arched her back, pressing her 
breasts against my hands and deepening my intrusion 
into her body.

So we stayed for a long minute, coupled, not moving, 
letting our bodies savor each other. Then my sword, 
sheathed in the warmth of her scabbard, pulsed 
involuntarily.

"Mmm," she murmured. "That was nice! Do it again?"

I contracted my muscles so that my weapon jumped again 
within her, and her body answered, squeezing my lance 
within her.

"Uuhh. Can YOU do that again?"

She did. Then she smiled, and began slow rhythmic 
contractions, moving on me all inside, without any 
outward movement. Never had I felt anything like this 
before. My steel-hard instrument began to pulse in 
response, increasing the internal motion.

I raised my head and replaced my hand with my lips on 
the hard raisin of her right nipple.

"Ohhh," she sighed, "I like when you do that."

My hands went to her hips, where they guided her in a 
gentle thrusting while my mouth was busy kissing and 
sucking at the roseate haloed glories which she offered 
me in alternation.

Then she leaned forward, and kissed my mouth, her 
tongue entering me in mimicry of the sword within her. 
She slowly moved her tongue in and out. I received it 
eagerly.

Holding me clenched tightly within her, she extended 
her legs, one at a time, so she was lying full upon me. 
She brought her legs together, clasping me within, and 
pumped her hips gently.

Holding her tightly with my arms, I rolled over so that 
she was now beneath me.

Her hands began a dance on my back, and her feet slid 
behind my knees. I withdrew my weapon almost completely 
from her, and slowly teased at the entrance with slow, 
short thrusts.

"Mmmm, mmmm, ooooo," she murmured.

Then I plunged deeply, burying myself.

"OOhhhh!"

I repeated, setting up a three - one rhythm. I began to 
nibble and lick her earlobe.

"Uh... More... Ohhh..." she panted. My own breath was 
labored.

Not wanting to bring myself to culmination yet, I 
paused, and as I did so, she drew her knees up beside 
my ribs. I drew her legs around till her calves were 
resting on my shoulders, then resumed. My plunges, 
aided by the new position, were probing new depths.

"Ooo...mmm...mmm...MMMM...OH!...OH!"

 Her hands and feet began to flutter. Her belly 
contracting, her love tunnel became a furnace, heaving 
and convulsing. I pressed in deeply, mashing by pubic 
bone against her lovebud, the point of my spear 
throbbing deep within her.

"NNNNNNG!...MMMMMMM!...OHHHhhhh!...Oh!...Ooh!...H!...H!
"

The depth of her orgasm was incredibly exciting. Her 
skin became radiant, almost glowing. Her eyes glazed. 
Her nipples erected so far they seemed to burst. 
Watching her, I was ready to trigger.

"Ohhh...Please...MMMMM...You too," she panted.

"No. Not (mmm) yet. I want (ahh) you to have (mm) 
another."

A few moments of inactivity.

Calmer. My internal fires subsiding slightly, I lifted 
one of her legs over my head, and turned her. Still 
coupled, we maneuvered so that she was kneeling before 
me, her magnificent buttocks raised toward me. I 
reached around and under her, one hand cupping a 
breast, the other finding her love button and gently 
stroking it. I renewed my rhythmic thrusts, which she 
answered by rocking back onto me.

One of her hands found the sac of my scrotum and began 
caressing my balls, gently squeezing them, her fingers 
stroking them.

I brought my hands to her back, scratching it gently. 
Then I moved them down, my fingers tracing her spine 
down to the valley between the dimpled globes of her 
rump, then to feel and squeeze the flesh of them.

I watched, fascinated, how our organs fit together. How 
her flesh wrapped around me, clinging to me on 
withdrawal as though reluctant to let go, then turning 
inward again. The sight was too much to bear.

My thumb strayed to caress and stroke the soft purplish 
pucker of her postern gate. It was wet with the 
overflow of her passion. I played with it, my fingers 
dancing lightly. She squirmed and moaned again, driving 
back onto me.

"Yes!...Ohhh...MMmmm..."

A red fire began somewhere in the small of my back, 
coursing down the nerve channels, striking my balls 
afire. Vaguely, through the hot red flush overtaking 
me, I knew she was cumming again.

"OOHHHHH!" she said.

"Gah! Nng! Ohhh!" I replied.

Again and again my cannons fired. I felt it would never 
stop. I was transported. There was no island, no world, 
there were only the two of us, sharing a rapture 
eternal.

Gently, and still coupled, we sank together onto the 
blanket, both face down, breathing as though the air 
had gone elsewhere, leaving us in vacuum.

When breath returned, I kissed the nape of her neck, 
her ear.

"Mmmm, don't stop."

"Not for a hundred years or so!"

She pressed her legs together, trapping my softening 
member within her.

"I didn't think it could be like that, first time," she 
whispered, almost to herself. "It's supposed to take 
practice, getting to know each other."

"That's what they say," I replied. "Perhaps there still 
is Magic in the world."

I kissed her shoulder. She giggled slightly.

"That's not fair. I can't kiss you, lying this way. But 
if we move, you will slip out, and I still want you 
inside me."

"Then be still and let me kiss you."

"But I can't see you either."

"It's getting dark, anyway."

"The moon has risen. It is nearly full tonight. It will 
be bright enough to see. Ah. See what your moving about 
has done. You have fallen out anyway. Let me turn 
over." 

I let her.

She took my face in her hands and kissed me. I was 
holding myself up on my elbows, not to crush her, but 
she put her arms around me and hugged me hard.

She reached out and pulled the basket closer.

"I'm hungry, are you?"

"Yes, and thirsty. Where's the wine?"

We ate and drank, lounging closely together. I could 
not keep my hands from her body. Her breasts tantalized 
and drew me to them. She did not object, in fact 
enjoyed the attention.

I wondered how we could be so easily at home with each 
other, our first time together, and hardly knowing a 
thing about each other. I was astounded how it didn't 
seem to matter at all. I was content to be with her, to 
touch her delightful skin, to hear her voice, and just 
to be in her presence.

"I am filled with you." she said, after a while. "You 
are dripping from me, and making a mess! Do you always 
make so much?"

"No," I laughed. "You have drained me completely. An 
empty shell sits before you."

"Oh, no. That would be a shame. The night is so 
young..."

"Yes, 'and you are so beautiful.' Don't fret, I'll 
recharge!"

"Let's wash off in the lake." She sprang up and started 
for the water.

"Hey. We just ate. Come over here, there's a shallow 
place."

We splashed and played in the water like children, 
until the cold numbed our toes, and we walked back up 
onto the warm stone, drying in the light breeze.

"Have you 'recharged' yet?" she smiled, eying my still-
limp manhood.

"Doesn't look that way. I told you I was empty."

"Well. Let's see about that."

She took my soft stub in her hand, and began to play, 
rolling it, kneading it. The fires began to stir again 
in my belly. She tickled it with her damp hair, drawing 
the strands across its knob.

Then suddenly, she pounced upon it with her mouth, its 
softness disappearing completely. She drew on it, 
pulling it, stretching it, pulling her head back. This 
time it was I who moaned. Slowly at first, then more 
rapidly, it responded to her attention. She continued 
to attend to it.

I reached my hand to her round rump and played there, 
gently touching the folded softness, stroking the 
insides of her thighs, lightly stroking the wide valley 
between her buttocks, lightly pinching the well-muscled 
globes.

"Let me return the favor," I whispered, tugging at her.

"Mmm, of course." She moved over me, bringing her musk 
to my nostrils, and once again I felt my fires heat to 
it. I drew her down to me. I reached up with my tongue, 
searching, exploring. I nibbled at the opening folds, 
probed at the tunnel they uncovered.

She resumed her activity, working subtle magic on my 
now stiff member with her lips and tongue.

I teased at her little bud with the tip of my tongue, 
then circled it with my lips and sucked at it. Then, 
flat-tongued, I stroked it. Each stroke and tease 
brought forth a little shivering sigh.

My tongue explored further, finding her other, more 
puckered opening, and probed at its soft tightness. I 
kissed and sucked at it. When at last the gate opened 
slightly to admit my wet tongue, a gasp of delight 
escaped her lips.

As my tongue traveled from one delight to the other in 
the valley of love, she began to make soft, musical 
sounds in her throat.

She was not idle, either. Taking first one of my balls 
into her mouth and gently sucking it, then the other, 
then returning her attention to my shaft. Then she did 
a most remarkable thing: with her teeth she ever so 
gently began to gnaw on my shaft head. The sensation 
was incredible! My frenzied heat rose.

"Mmngmum," I moaned into the folds of her flesh.

I worked at her feverishly with my mouth, trying to 
pleasure her everywhere at once. Then I brought my 
fingers into play. Carefully wetting two fingers, I 
squirmed one into each aperture, burying them to the 
second knuckle, while using my mouth and tongue on her 
button.

"UmmmMMMmm," she cried, her lips around my spear.

She carefully wet a finger of her own and probed into 
my rear, gnawing at me all the while.

We both began to moan and hum, the vibrations adding to 
the stimulation. The fires were rising again, and I 
felt the flood beginning. She pressed the fingers of 
her free hand up under my sac, stemming the tide. I 
felt the explosion turn inward, blasting my senses 
again and again. It seemed my skull would explode!

At last her body quivered and shook and with a small 
muffled cry, she released the dam, and working my spear 
with both hands, her lips tight around the corona, she 
sucked at my reservoirs, swallowing all I produced 
eagerly.

My fingers were clamped tightly in her body by the 
spasms that shook her.

Her musky wetness covered my face. Her button danced on 
my tongue.

Once again we had reached the pinnacle together, and I 
was transported not only by my own pleasure, but by 
hers as well.

When at last she released the grip she held on my 
fingers and my spear, leaving a last kiss on her love-
bud, I slid myself around to face her, and lying on our 
sides, we held each other tightly and kissed, our 
bodies still trembling.

"See, she whispered, half into my parted lips, "You 
were not empty after all. And now you will be part of 
me forever."

"And you of me," I replied, sucking my fingers.

"We seem already part of each other," she said. "I 
still can't believe it's our first time together! It 
seems almost that we have been together before, often, 
long ago, and are at last rejoined." She laughed then 
and said, "Perhaps you are Apollo and I am Aphrodite."

"You are at least as beautiful," I replied, my hand 
cupping her delicate breast once more.

"Give me some wine, Apollo"

I reached around and poured a glass, and on impulse, 
filled my mouth with it, then kissing her, shared it 
with her.

"What a sensual creature you are! And how my body 
reacts to you!" she murmured.

"I was about to say that to you. But who are you?"

She smiled again, and with a quiet, serious look, 
replied, "Aphrodite.

Here, have some wine."

Taking the glass from my fingers, she drained it, then 
covering my mouth with hers, shared the wine.

"Tell me what you like." I suggested.

"Oh, the trees, the lake, your body, this island, 
moonlight, touching you, you touching me..."

"Yes. But I mean, what sort of things might you want me 
to do? What pleasure can I give you? Something perhaps 
that you've dreamed?"

"Oh. But you already have, my Apollo!"

"Mmm... I know. But maybe there's something more?"

"Ah, well. I want you to do everything you know how to 
do, then do everything you can think of to do, then a 
few things you've never thought of, then when you run 
out of those, start all over again!" She laughed.

"Hm... Well," I laughed too. "Is there any more wine?"

"Uh," she twisted around to look, giving me a most 
delicious view of her back and rump.

How beautiful she was in the moonlight, now quite 
bright, the moon having climbed the ladder of the sky, 
hanging big and round overhead. Her skin seemed to 
shine silver, her hair spun white gold.

"Yes," she said at length. "But you will have to open 
the other bottle. We finished the first."

"All right. You know, I have several bottles of the 
same chateau in the cabin ashore. Shall I get it? In 
fact, why don't we pack up and go there. A body so soft 
and beautiful should not be roughing about on a rock!" 
I stood up, ready to do so.

"Oh, no," she cried. "I don't want to go indoors. Gods 
like Apollo and Aphrodite should never be crammed into 
a building."

"But even the gods will get mosquito bites, and if this 
breeze stops they will be here by the thousands, and 
your skin should never be so mistreated!"

"No. Please. This is now our island. It is ours and 
only ours. I want to stay here. There is nothing here 
to pollute tonight. We have another bottle, and some 
more food. There is some french bread and cheese."

She was lying belly down on the blanket, propped up on 
her elbows, watching me.

I nodded. "Yes. It IS magical here. And it's cool and 
pleasant."

"You look so beautiful standing there in the moonlight. 
I think you really are Apollo."

I sat back down, and stroked her back, my hands 
straying over her delicious dimpled rump.

"And you look like a silver statue come to life. Hand 
me the corkscrew?"

While she reached out for it, I made a pillow out of 
extra folds of the blanket for her.

"Oh! Look what just fell from the sky!" she laughed. 
She propped herself on the makeshift pillow, half 
turning on her side, and watched me open the bottle.

I poured out two glasses. We sipped quietly, while my 
hands returned to their play.

"How long will it take for you to 'recharge' again?" 
she suddenly asked.

I chuckled. "You are insatiable! Honestly, I don't 
know. You stir things up in me like never before."

In fact, to my amazement, I was stirring already. Just 
watching her, the curve of her hip, the smooth round 
dimpled globes of her buttocks, her breasts falling 
slightly sideways as she lay, her hair cascading over 
her shoulder, a strand waving in the light breeze...

And something, I didn't quite know, indefinable, 
beautiful.

On sudden impulse I said, "Lie back, get comfortable. I 
want to give you something."

She did. With a confident, trusting look. And then I 
knew.

The something indefinable.

"You trust me." It was a statement.

"Why, yes," she answered. "completely. And you trust 
me."

"Yes. I don't know why, I don't care to know why, but 
that is the way it is, the magic of it, isn't it."

She laughed again. "Yes. Why should the gods fear each 
other?"

I kissed her then. A tender, brushing kiss that 
transmitted both tenderness, and the heat of passion. I 
wanted to give her the orgasm of her life.

I lifted her legs up, then raised her hips until she 
was in a half-shoulder stand. I parted her thighs, and 
kneeling before her, I propped her up on my legs. Even 
in this ungainly position, she still looked graceful.

Again I marvelled at how beautiful she was. The valley 
of love which opened before me, filling my nostrils 
with its heady perfume, also filled my eyes with 
delight. The soft butterfly folds partly concealed 
between the soft mounds of her outer lips, the soft 
curling downy fuzz. I stroked her thighs with my 
fingertips. I kissed the stretched fleshy mounds of her 
rump, nibbling at them gently.

I blew a stream of air across the slowly parting folds 
of her, and gently traced a line around them with my 
fingers.

I kissed gently at the soft mound of flesh over her 
pubic bone, pulling lightly at the soft curls there.

"Mmm... You tease." she sighed.

I moved slowly downward, kissing gently at the pouting 
lips. I moved back to look at her.

"Oh, don't stop!"

"I want to look at you. You are so incredibly 
beautiful."

I touched my tongue to the crease between the frilly 
pink petals and her thighs, tasting the curved hollow 
on each side.

I watched the warm butterfly wings begin to open, then 
gently and languorously sucked at the fleshy folds of 
her, one at time. I felt their heat increase, heard her 
sighs deepen with my slow attentions.

I drew back again to gaze at her, hypnotized by the 
delight before me. I drew my fingertips across her 
cheeks, along the moist mounds of her lips, then gently 
thumbed them apart, revealing the soft, smooth, 
glistening valley between the scalloped inner lips, the 
little bud at their junction pulsing slowly.

Then slowly, with my tongue extended, I descended.

She sighed, then moaned with my gentle invasion. I drew 
my upper lip across the nest, buried my tongue in the 
soft folds of her tunnel.

Extending the blade of my tongue till it ached, and 
pressing my mouth tightly against her, I opened the 
gates. I withdrew my tongue, then extended it again, 
tasting the warm moistness of her canal. Then I began 
circling it within her.

The taste of her was driving me wild. The blood roared 
in my ears. I felt the veins of my neck throb.

I withdrew again, and traced my tongue upward to the 
nest of her love bud.

I nuzzled at it, drawing up the inner valley to tease 
at it again and again.

Each touch brought another gasp from her.

I began a gentle tongue-brushing, starting from just 
behind her rectum, flicking up across the soft flesh, 
the heated tunnel entrance, and ending with a caress of 
her erected button.

On each trip, I felt the little ring of her postern 
opening press out, then draw back, felt the superheated 
folds of her love tunnel seeming to grab for me, her 
love-button to press at me.

I felt her muscles begin to tighten, and relaxed my 
rhythm, spending more time, warming her further. I 
wanted her to crest more slowly and higher than ever 
before.

Slowly she relaxed, but her hips had taken up a motion 
of their own. Taking their cue, I matched the tempo, 
pressing into her, sucking at the extended button, the 
fleshy, frilly labia. I kissed at her rearward opening, 
it's tight little pulsing ring. I gently invaded it 
with the point of my tongue, my little blade 
alternately pressing wetly in and being pressed out.

Once again, her muscles began to dance, once again I 
eased. Her bud pressed outward, I teased gently at it, 
tracing the root of it with my lips and tongue. Her 
gasps rose, her hips rotated, pressed up to me.

This time I went on. Her belly heaved, her nubbin 
danced. But I didn't stop. I knew there were further 
depths. I ground my face into her, sucked at the nest 
of her bud, stabbed at the little wad, rolling it 
between my lips. Her ecstasy rose ever higher. I knew 
she had cum, but I went on.

"Ohh... Ohh... Oh please stop. No, don't stop. Ohh... 
Oh..." She babbled.

My tongue and lips worked almost by themselves. I 
became intoxicated, lost in the heady ecstasy I was 
inducing, lost in the taste of her. My mouth locked 
over her entire organ, sucking it. My tongue became a 
fiery blade, circling within her body.

I pounded my tongue into her, though my jaws ached, and 
the base of my tongue stretched painfully. My face was 
drenched with her creamy fluids and my own spittle. Her 
nubbin ground at my nose, my slippery chin pressed into 
her rear.

Her babbling became incoherent, little cries 
interspersed with animal growls. Her hips bucked 
violently against me. Her feet came up and her heels 
began to pound at my shoulders. I continued to gnaw at 
her. Her fingers wound into my hair and pressed my face 
into her. My aching hard spear was throbbing 
tumultuously. My blood roared in my ears, my body was 
trembling.

I pursed my lips around her love button, sucked it, 
licking it, drawing the flat of my tongue across its 
head.

I inserted a drenched, soaking finger into the soft 
puckered ring of her rear opening.

Her voice broke into sobbing gasps, the violence of her 
hip motions peaked, her sphincters clamped hard. I 
almost came myself. Her motions began to subside, and I 
sensed it was enough. I eased my aching tongue, and 
gently kissed at her.

I looked up at her face. Even in the moonlight I could 
see how flushed she was. Gently I let her hips down 
onto the blanket, slid down beside her, and stroked her 
sweat-drenched belly with my fingertips.

I kissed her cheek.

"Ohhh..." she sighed. "so long. It went on for so long. 
It seemed it would never end. I didn't want it to end. 
I almost couldn't stand it, but I didn't want it to 
stop."

She put her arms around my neck and drew me to a long, 
long kiss.

Her body was still trembling. She smiled, ran her 
fingers through my hair, and placed wet kisses on my 
lips.

"Mmmm... That was good," she breathed into my neck. She 
reached over me, her rose-tipped cones brushing my 
chest, and took up the wine.

Pressing her lips to mine, she filled my mouth.

I brushed her back and sides with my fingertips.

"Did you say there was some cheese?" I asked.

"Um, hum..."

Again she reached over me, her twin peaks brushing me 
ever so lightly, and, breaking off a piece of cheddar, 
offered it to me with her lips.

I took the cheese, sucking her upper lip briefly.

"This is the best way to take food," she said. "Lovers 
should never have a meal any other way!"

She broke another piece of cheese, and again offered 
it. I took it the same way, and gave half back.

She bent and licked up the crumbs from my chest, 
lingering at my nipples. She ran her hands up and down 
my chest, pressing gently here and there. I wondered if 
the Roman emperors had been ministered to as well.

We ate quietly for a while, savoring each other as well 
as the food.

After a while, she lay down, cradling her face on her 
arms.

How beautiful she was, I marvelled again! The curve of 
her back, narrowing to her small waist, broadening to 
her smooth hips, the firm globes of her cheeks like 
rounded hills. Her slim but well-muscled legs, so 
shapely. Even lying still there was a fluid grace about 
her.

I rose, and squatting over her legs, began to massage 
her shoulders and back. I kneaded at the muscles, 
finding and easing the little knots.

"Ohh... That feels good." she murmured.

"For me, too," I answered, for it did. The feel of her 
skin, the texture of the flesh beneath, was a sensuous 
delight in my hands.

I worked the muscles across her shoulders, then down 
along her spine. A little side trip to the muscles 
above her hip bones, then back down over the kidneys to 
where the twin hollows of her dimples lay. I trailed my 
fingers back up her spine to her neck, massaging the 
muscles, then worked back down.

Next, I turned my attentions to the muscles of her 
thighs, kneading them alternately, working down to the 
calves.

I turned around and massaged her feet, gently kneading 
their bones, rotating the ankle joint, easing the 
tensions in her toes. When I finished, on impulse, I 
sucked her big toe into my mouth.

Turning around again, I worked the muscles of her 
buttocks. What delights they were!

"You make me feel so relaxed, I'm afraid I'll fall 
asleep!" she whispered languorously.

"Feel nice?"

"Mmmm. Good. It's sleepy and sexy at the same time."

As I worked at her buttocks and thighs, her legs 
parted, and I changed position so that I was kneeling 
between them. The sight and feel of her body was 
exciting, and soon my sword, still wetted from my last 
activities, was standing in salute, announcing my 
appreciation of her beauty.

I leaned forward, and began to apply my tongue to her 
neck, kissing and bathing that delightful skin. I 
bathed her back, licking each bump of her spine, 
tracing the outlines of her shoulder blades.

"Ohh... Mmm... Good. But wouldn't you rather I rolled 
over?"

"Mmm... Perhaps, but later."

As I bent over her back, applying my tongue to every 
delicious inch of her back, my spear fell into the 
valley between her cheeks. As I moved up and down her 
back, so it moved up and down that delightful rift.

"Mmm," she murmured, squeezing her buttocks together 
around it, "That feels good too.

"Have you ever... that is, would you like to... Um, I 
mean, make love to me THAT way?"

"Yes," I replied, "I want you that way too."

"I've never done that. I've always been afraid it would 
hurt."

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm not, with you." I bent and turned my tongue to the 
valley, and to the little ring hidden there. I wet my 
tongue, invaded, wet again.

"Ummm," she hummed.

I gently wet my weapon against her, then placed its 
point to the little puckered target, and pushed gently. 
The door was shut tightly. I wet my thumb and gently 
pressed it to the portal, which opened slowly to my 
insistent pressure. I returned the point of my spear to 
the portal and gently pressed once more. Suddenly, with 
a cry of surprise, then a sigh, the door opened, 
allowing the point to enter.

"Are you alright?" 

"Ohh yes. It feels so big. It is very exciting. Ohh... 
It doesn't hurt at all, it just feels big."

I entered a bit further, the tight, hot doorway fanning 
my fires to a white heat.

"Mmm... Let me move on you," she said, wiggling.

I gently withdrew, sliding back out. She got up on her 
knees. Carefully, I renewed the fluids, adding some of 
her own, now flowing dampness, then held the point of 
my weapon against its target.

This time it was she who pressed, and the door opened 
more quickly, admitting me easily.

I held her still a moment, then gently and slowly 
entered.

She began to moan again, and she moved back and forth 
slowly, each rocking motion capturing more of me.

"Oh. Mmm... More," she murmured.

My blood was roaring in my ears, my heart pounding in 
my chest, the exotic intimacy making we wild. I began 
to groan.

I squeezed her cheeks, then found her drenched lovebud 
with my fingers, my other hand going to her breast.

"Its good," she cried. "Ohh... Yes, rub me there. 
Ohh..."

I rubbed her lovebud, and entered her love tunnel with 
a finger.

"I'm going to... Ohh! Ohh!" She pressed back against 
me, my spear throbbing far into her body, the tight, 
hot anal canal surrounding me, squeezing me.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried, grinding my hand against her 
button with one hand. Her sphincter pulsed around me. 
Her hand released mine and sought out my sac, which she 
rubbed gently against her wet labia.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The cry burst from my throat as, despite 
the depletion of my reservoirs, once more my tired 
cannons roared.

Once again we collapsed together, my weapon caught in 
her body.

"Ohhh," she whispered, "I had no idea. Ohh. It's... so 
different, so good."

"You get me so hot," I said.

I gently moved my member within her.

"Oh! Please pull out slowly... Ohh! Mmm..." She 
giggled, "I might not be able to sit for a week!"

"I might not be able to walk," I laughed.

Once again we embraced and kissed as the fires banked, 
and, twined together, we fell asleep.

I woke once in the night. It was almost dawn. Her head 
was nestled on my shoulder, her legs twined about mine, 
her hand holding my sword.

I smiled, and, fondling a breast, went back to sleep.

When I next woke, the sun was well up the morning sky, 
and she was gone. I searched the island, but no sign of 
her. The blanket was still there, though the basket was 
gone. When I went to the pile of my clothes to dress, I 
found that my tee-shirt had been replaced with a 
checkered shirt that buttoned the other way.

I found some marks on the stone, written with the burnt 
end of a stick:

"Goodbye, my Apollo. I love you."

Though I searched the lake and nearby town for months, 
I never saw her again.

Were it not for a checkered shirt and a blanket, I 
would think I had dreamed it all.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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