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What A Couple
by Jean-Claude (address withheld)
***
A teenage girl meets a friendly French couple. (MF/F-
teen, oral, bi)
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I'm on vacation with my parents on the Riviera, and
like many girls and guys there, I get around a lot by
hitch hiking. Most of the time I don't do it alone, but
today the girl I'm with has to leave early to meet her
parents. She and I are staying in Nice, but every
afternoon we go to the beach at Juan-les-Pins, which is
nicer.
So she leaves around 5:00, and I don't decide to go
back to Nice until 7:30. On vacation, my parents let me
come home by 9:30, without asking any questions, but I
feel sort of lonely without my friend, and the guys are
no fun, so I decide to go back early.
I put on a short robe over my bathing suit and take my
beach bag and go up to the road and start hitching.
Usually you don't have to wait at all, but today I
avoid cars with single men or groups of men in them. I
think it's better to get a ride with a couple. It takes
longer this way. About 10 cars with couples pass me by,
with my thumb out. After about 10 minutes a gray car
stops, a brand I don't know. (Now I know it was a
Volvo).
"Where are you going?" the woman asks.
"To Nice, Madame."
"Good. We are going there ourselves. You may get in."
She leans over to open the back door, and I get in the
car and sit in the back seat, which is very
comfortable.
"Thank you," I say.
Polite. Always be polite, no?
The man and the woman say "bonjour," and the car moves
off.
Sitting on the right, I can see the man's profile: he
looks about 40 years old, with very gray hair, but lots
of it. He is very tan, and fairly handsome. When he
says "bonjour," I find his voice beautiful. Not that
it's important, whether he's handsome or ugly, but I
like to travel with nice people. He is wearing a white
shirt.
Changing sides, I look at the woman: she would be about
30 years old, with fine features and blond hair, cut
short. She has large eyes, which I think are blue,
although I can't see them very well. She is wearing a
blue blouse with buttons on the back. She turns around:
"What do you think of us?"
"Uhhh..."
"Ha! Well, you know, the mirror works both ways. So
what do you think of us?" She says this with a big
smile. She has beautiful white teeth. There is a very
slight gap between her two front teeth. I see that her
eyes really are blue. A touch of irony passes over her
face as she looks at me. "Do you think we make a nice
couple?"
"Uhhh..."
I feel a little stupid. I don't know what to say to
this kind of question. Do they make a nice couple? Yes,
you could say that. But I haven't really thought about
it. I was looking at them because I didn't have
anything else to do. I knew the route by heart, and
there was no more countryside to discover.
"Since you are not saying anything, may I say that I
find you very attractive? Wouldn't you say so, Henri?"
The eyes of the man appear in the mirror, studying me.
I see his face in the mirror too. He has a certain
virility, with some gentleness to his features. Now
that she asks the question, I would say that I find
both of them very nice.
"Very, very attractive," the man says.
"Well, I think you are both nice. And you're not bad as
a couple."
"Not bad. You hear that, Henri? But we are a perfect
couple. More than perfect, even. We have the same
tastes, the same needs, and the same desires, at the
same exact moments."
Somewhat impudently, without really being aware of what
I am saying, I say: "And at this exact moment, what do
you both want?"
The man and the woman exchange a look, then a small
smile.
"Well, if you had asked that question just before we
met you, we would have said that we wanted to go back
to our place, and change, before going out to dinner,"
the woman says.
"And now," the man adds, "we want you."
This sudden "attack" takes my breath away. I am a
little shy, and after hearing this, I am speechless and
a little uncomfortable. And what does that mean, that a
couple "wants me." At 15, I'm having a hard time
imagining what three people could do. To tell the
truth, I've never imagined this sort of thing at all,
and the brusque revelation of such a possibility makes
me uncomfortable and attracts me at the same time.
"What do you think of that?" the woman asks, still
turned toward me.
"Nothing. I don't know... What does that mean: you want
me?"
"That means," the man said, "that we would like to have
you near us, in our bedroom, and that we would like to
kiss you, and caress you, and a thousand other things.
Both of us. At the same time."
"What do you think of that?" the woman asks again.
I can't think of anything to say. The idea appeals to
me, but I don't dare answer, somehow. Are they making
fun of me? Did they say this for a laugh? Are they
pulling my leg? But they look serious, even with their
smiles.
"My parents expect me home by 9:30."
"Good. It is 7:25 now. Here is what I suggest: when we
get to Nice, you come to our place and have a drink. We
will take off your clothes and try to bring you some
pleasure, but you can stop or leave whenever you want.
We give you our word of honor, my husband and I."
So they are married. But they don't wear rings. Should
I go with them? Honestly, I want to. The idea excites
me, and I am proud that they find me beautiful in this
way. If I go with them, it seems to me that I will be
entering the world of adults, for good, and I want
that.
"I would like that very much."
"Very good," says the woman. "Have you already been
with a couple?"
"No."
"This is the first time? Really?"
"Yes."
"And have you already been with a man?"
"Yes, a little."
"You aren't a virgin?"
"No... Last year, a boy and I..."
"Brava. And did you do it again, often?"
"No, but I have made love many times since then."
I don't want them to take me for a girl who doesn't
know what to do.
"Well! Good. But you say that you did not do it again,
but...?"
"I didn't do it with a boy; I did it with girls. I do
that often."
"Oh. You have girlfriends," the man says.
"Yes, of course. I say this in a very liberated and
mature way.
"That's very good," the woman says. "But how old are
you?"
"16." (I grew a year. 16 is better than 15, I think.)
"Do you have a lot of girlfriends?"
"Three or four. But here, I only have one. In Paris I
have four of them."
"So you are a little bit bored here, maybe. Or perhaps,
to compensate, you caress yourself sometimes?"
"Oh... even in Paris, I masturbate often."
They look at each other again. This time they seem to
be thinking about their good luck. It's true. I know
girls in Paris. I've picked them up and they've picked
me up. Girls do have these feelings, you know.
"Well, we will try to give you as much pleasure as you
find with yourself or your friends."
I don't answer, but this will be difficult for them.
When I masturbate or lick my girlfriends in Paris, or
even in Nice with Martine, it seems to me that I could
not have more pleasure. But OK, if they want to try...
Little by little, the idea of being with them excites
me, and I'm sure that I'm getting a little wet. I would
like to check with my finger, but I don't dare.
"OK, Henri?"
"Very good, cherie, very good."
I see the woman's arm move toward the man's legs. The
seatback keeps me from seeing more, but I think she
must be caressing him through his pants.
"We are here. We live at the end of this street."
She turns around to say this, but her left arm is still
close to her husband, and I see it move a little.
I would like to see what she's doing, but I will never
know exactly, because we arrive and get out of the car.
She says they rented an apartment in this building -- a
very beautiful, deluxe sort of building -- on the
seventh floor, with a balcony and a view of the sea, as
one must.
I am between them in the elevator. The man is not very
tall. About 5' 6" He is closer to 45 than 40, but he's
still very thin. The woman is about his height in her
flat heels, and she seems to be about 28. Her chest
seems large to me, as do her buttocks. Slender, with
long fine legs. We leave the elevator, and she walks
ahead of us down the corridor to unlock the apartment.
"You will come back, I hope," the woman says, "but
since I know you have little time today, I won't give
you a grand tour of the apartment. You should see the
balcony. The view is really superb. Suppose we have our
drink in the bedroom. Would you like that?"
"Yes."
"It's over here," the man says, taking my hand.
"I'll be back with something to drink," the woman says.
"Do you like scotch?"
"Yes..." (I've never tasted it.)
The man and I go into the bedroom. It is beautiful.
Paintings hanging on pale, bright walls. A thick carpet
on the floor and a canopy bed that I would like to own.
On the bed, an enormous white fur that must be nice to
snuggle up in. A little table, several chairs, and a
mirror on the wall, facing the bed.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's beautiful."
"Well, that's nice. It is important to feel good where
you are, no?"
"Well, a glass for everyone. What is your name, by the
way?" the woman says as she comes in.
"Lauren."
"That's very pretty. Well, Lauren, let's drink to our
meeting and free women like you."
I drink. A swallow. It burns. I cough.
"We have something else if that's too strong... You
needn't drink that."
I am grateful the man says this. With a look of thanks,
I put my glass on the little table. I've had enough.
It's clear they are thinking of something other than
drinking. Me too.
But suddenly I'm a little afraid. This is a very
special situation, and it's the first time for me. In
any case, they promised that if I would like to leave,
I can. This reassures me some.
"Come sit down near me, on the bed," the woman says.
She is already sitting there. I go over and sit near
her. The fur on the bed is very soft.
The man remains standing, for the moment, looking at
us.
The woman puts an arm around my shoulders and, with no
preliminaries, puts her lips on mine. Her tongue opens
my mouth slightly and moves around inside, lightly.
This kiss affects me very strongly. She pulls me back,
gently, and we tip over onto the bed. She is lightly
covering me.
"Take off your top of your bathing suit," she breathes
in my ear.
Yes... I want to take it off. She kisses well. Her lips
are soft and warm.
I arch my back a little and move my hands under my back
and unbutton the top. Immediately, the woman unbuttons
the top of my robe with her right hand (her left is
still resting on my neck) still kissing me. She lifts
up the top of my bathing suit, which ends up near my
chin, and takes one of my breasts in her hand. She
pinches the nipple between two fingers and then takes
it all in her hand, sometimes caressing it softly and
sometimes squeezing it hard.
Soon she abandons this breast and takes the other,
continuing to caress me; one, then the other, still
kissing me. I feel wonderful. Very fine... For the
moment, I don't want to leave... I have almost
forgotten the man, when I feel two hands taking off the
bottom of my bathing suit. I am in a wonderful place,
and I raise my hips to let the bathing suit slide off
completely. Straightening my head a little, I see the
man. He is completely nude, and I cannot take my eyes
off his sex: long, very long, not too thick. Much more
beautiful than my boyfriend's. He becomes aware that I
am looking at him.
"Does this please you?"
I cannot answer, since the woman is still kissing me,
but my eyes must have answered for me: "Yes, this
pleases me, a magnificent penis, which should know how
to bring me great pleasure."
I'm not afraid at all. I feel fine.
I let myself fall back completely. I close my eyes and
try to taste my feelings and sensations as much as I
can.
The woman is still caressing my chest, and doing it
very well.
Now the man passes his arms under my thighs and holds
them rather firmly, and, delightfully, I feel his mouth
on my vagina. I am very wet, and his tongue travels in,
and sometimes makes very quick movements inside,
tapping. No girl or guy has ever done this to me
before. The end of his tongue taps inside me and turns
a little, this way and that. A fabulous sensation. I
will come quickly if this continues.
The woman ends her kiss, and now she takes my breasts
in her mouth. She blows on one nipple and flicks it
with her tongue, deliciously. My God, how wonderful. I
have never known this. Now the man takes my clitoris
between his lips and inhales it into his mouth, and his
tongue slips and turns and licks me. He does this so
well.
I feel I am going to come. The woman has one of my
breasts in her mouth, and she is caressing the other
with her hand. The man is licking me faster and faster.
I no longer know where I am! I am in a place where
everything is beautiful, magnificent. I scream
involuntarily, very loud. I am aware of my body
flailing and snapping when I come. I fall back,
panting, not moving.
How can one have so much pleasure? All that I've known
till now is nothing close to this... Thank you for
giving me this enormous pleasure.
"So it was good?" the woman asks.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes..."
"She is a passionate one," the man says. "And she likes
oral sex, I would say."
"Lie back now, Lauren. That was just an hors-d'oeuvre."
"Perhaps she would like to go home now," the man says,
smiling.
"Oh... no... I say. I don't ever want to go home."
"You are a marvelous girl, Lauren," the woman says.
"What is your name?"
"Marie-Laure. Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's pretty, Marie-Laure. Gentle, like you."
"You can watch us while you recuperate a bit, OK?"
I stretch out comfortably on the bed, my back against
the headboard, and look at the mirror across from me: a
very happy girl.
"Would you like to take off all your clothes like us?"
the man says.
I look at the woman. With a move of her hand she has
undressed. What a body! This is a real woman. A
magnificent chest and a stomach that is almost
completely flat. She has red hair on her vagina, and
she turns, letting me admire her very beautiful
derriere: two hemispheres with an extraordinary
graceful outline. I have an irresistible urge to touch
them.
They are both standing up, near each other, and they
really do make a beautiful couple, physically. The man
is still hard. I admire his sex.
I undress completely, as they suggested, and lie down
on the bed again, letting them look at me.
"You have a very beautiful body, Lauren," the woman
says.
"Oh, no, next to yours..."
"We are differently made, but believe me, you have a
body that will please many men."
"Men! I make fun of them."
"Really?" says the man.
"You are different."
"You are beautiful. Open your eyes, Lauren."
"OK..."
Don't worry, I'm not going to close them, I think. They
are standing between the bed and the mirror, near the
left column of the bed. I can see their backs in the
mirror.
The woman gets down on her knees between the man's
legs, and she does something that I have never seen or
done myself: she takes his penis in her mouth. This is
called "sucking," I know, and I feel a certain strange
awe, watching.
His penis disappears entirely into her mouth sometimes,
then comes out halfway, then disappears again. Her hand
holds it at the base. Sometimes she takes it out and
licks it all over with her tongue, sometimes
lengthwise, sometimes all around. He is very hard.
She puts his penis back in her mouth and sucks hard.
She seems to like this a lot! Is it that good?
My silent question seems to have been heard:
"Would you like to do this yourself?" the woman says.
"I have never done it."
"So much the better. Come over here. Lie on the bed, on
your stomach, so your mouth will be near my husband."
I go over. The man is near the bed, and his sex is
about the same height as the bed. I move over on my
hands and knees, and lie with my head near the man.
"Here is what to do," he says.
"The most important thing is not to touch my penis with
your teeth."
"Pretend you are licking some ce cream on a stick," the
woman says.
"OK"
"Don't bite the stick," the man says, and smiles.
"Put your mouth around me, and lick me as much as
possible with your tongue, all over. You can breathe,
suck, lick, whatever you want. If you are gifted this
way, you will sort of know what to do."
I am very excited, but somewhat hesitant. I move my
face nearer his penis. Inches from my eyes. It is red,
somewhat crimson at the end. It pulses perceptibly.
Beautiful.
"Are you afraid?" the woman says.
No, I'm not afraid. You will see. I open my mouth wide
and gulp it in, and close my lips on it. It fills my
whole mouth, warm and vibrant. Alive. I do what I saw
the woman do, moving my face backward and forward,
letting his penis almost leave my mouth and moving my
mouth back around it again. This is strange, but I like
it. I get more used to it, and I am very happy to taste
and feel this living penis with my tongue and lips. I
move it all the way to the back of my mouth and begin
to lick it all over with my tongue, holding it fairly
strongly with my lips.
"Formidable! You have a marvelous tongue," the man
says.
"Hold his penis with your hands, too," his wife
advises.
My mouth is too small to take it all in, and I hold the
part that is still outside fairly firmly with my hand,
moving it in and out of my mouth. Then I remember the
other part, and take it out and lick it from bottom to
top, and go around it with my tongue. His pubic hair is
brown and coarse. It rubs my face. I rub his penis on
my cheeks and kiss him here and there. I touch his
testicles carefully. There is less hair near his navel,
which I touch with my tongue. I put his penis back in
my mouth and close my eyes.
I prefer to have it in my mouth. I suck more strongly
and lick and lick and purse my cheeks and move back and
forth. How nice. I have found something wonderful. I
will want to do this again, often.
"Stop!" the man says.
I stop, surprised.
"Am I doing something wrong?"
"Oh, no. But I was about to come and I don't want to do
that now."
"Really, you liked it?"
"Yes. You have a marvelous talent."
Marvelous talent. Marvelous tongue. Lots of girls have
told me that, but never a man. I am proud. I want to be
a complete woman, sexually, as soon as possible.
"Let's go to the end of the bed," the woman says. "We
have only begun."
She says this as she gently touches my face.
I like both of them...
She leans forward with her back to him, and puts her
elbows on the bed. I see her lovely buttocks in the
mirror, fuller than mine, not as hard. As she leans
forward, I see her tan back and the bumps of her spine
and the way her ass begins. Splendid. Her legs are
slightly apart, and I see her blond pubic hair in the
mirror. She puts her head on her arms; her breasts
touch the fur. The man moves behind her and puts his
penis in her vagina.
He enters her slowly, with no apparent effort, and when
he is well inside her, he takes hold of her hips and
holds her to him very firmly. He doesn't move forward
and backward, but in a circular way, with his hips. I
imagine that this way his penis touches every part of
her inside. I see him begin to caress her in front,
too, with his finger.
"Ohhh..."
The woman is making little noises, sort of cries, as he
does this, which stop sometimes, when the man thrusts
his hips forward suddenly. Then she cries out more
intensely, in a satisfied way.
Her large eyes are half closed, but then she looks at
me and says:
"Caress yourself, Lauren. I want to see your fingers
between your thighs, while my husband makes love to me.
Pretend you are in bed, at night."
Good idea. No need to ask twice. With a certain feeling
of exhibitionism, I move over to her and open my thighs
as wide as I can and begin to masturbate carefully.
The man caresses the woman more quickly, with his
middle finger, rubbing all over her clitoris. He
thrusts with his hips more often, shaking the bed.
"Caress yourself well," the woman says, "Oh. I am going
to come. Stronger, deeper, cheri. Go, go. Caress
yourself, Lauren, I'm coming..."
Now the man moves backward and forward in her with a
steady rhythm, fairly quickly, and his caressing finger
is electrified. Her eyes turn up. I stop masturbating
and watch, captivated, until the woman collapses on her
stomach on the bed, her feet on the ground," the man
still inside her, his hand between the bedspread and
her stomach.
Very delicately, he takes away his hand and slowly
removes his penis. The woman does not move; her head
rests on her left arm. The man is still hard, and
glistens with her liquid. That's good. He has not come.
I hope a lot more will happen tonight.
"Since you seem to like licking me, would you like to
do that some more?"
"Yes, very much."
I start to get up.
"No, no. Don't move."
I stay as I am, half sitting up, my head leaning
lightly against the headboard. The man gets up on the
bed and walks over to stand above me, with one foot on
each side of me. His penis is nice to look at that way.
Then he kneels down, with his knees on each side of my
breasts and his penis about an inch from my mouth. He
puts one arm behind my head and moves it forward until
my lips are touching his sex. I open my mouth, and he
moves his hips forward and puts it in. Now he is
holding my head with both hands, and I am immobilized.
"Don't move. Just open your mouth and lick my penis
when it is in your mouth."
The man begins to move forward and backward in my
mouth. Exactly as if it were my vagina, going deep in
my throat sometimes. I move my tongue all over, licking
his penis and sucking him hard.
"What a mouth you have. A palace," he says.
He moves in and out more rapidly. His penis becomes
very large, and I have to open my jaws wide. I have a
lot in my mouth, but this is nice.
"Do you want to come like this?" his wife asks.
"No, no. But you know, this kid is fabulous."
He continues to go in and out, and I continue to make a
sex for him with my mouth. I breathe as much as I can,
each time he withdraws. He slows down. I close my eyes
and feel. A miracle in my mouth. Warm, wonderful
darkness and silence. He moves in and out, sometimes
slower, sometimes faster, for a long time. I don't know
how long. I have stopped thinking. I can only feel.
With my mouth. His wonderful, moving, warm penis. The
slow rhythm reminds me of sailboats with large white
wings. I cry. He caresses my face. I love him. I cry
some more. I am so happy. After some time, he stops. I
look up. His eyes are closed, and he is totally still.
I move my head to take him in deeper again, but his
wife says:
"No. Not yet. The slightest movement..."
The man opens his eyes and relaxes.
"You are marvelous, Lauren."
"Well, cheri, perhaps you would leave Lauren to me
while you calm down. Would you like that Lauren?"
"Yes. Very much." (What a question!)
"OK," the man says, and he gets off the bed and goes to
sit in an armchair, where he can see everything. His
penis is still very hard.
The woman lies down with her head near my thighs in a
69. I do it often with my girlfriends, and I like it a
lot. Now I can show them what I know...
She takes me by the hips and swings me on top of her,
very quickly. She is bigger than I am. She takes a
pillow and puts it under her buttocks and puts her
knees up in the air, around my body, and we are nose to
sex.
"You've already done this, I guess."
"Of course."
I feel perfectly at ease with them now, and I talk
frankly, with no fear.
"Have you ever tried anal intercourse?" the man says.
"No."
"Would you like to?" his wife says.
"No. I think it would hurt."
"Not really," she says. "And many women have stronger
climaxes that way. Perhaps you are one of them."
They are marvelous temptors. The idea never really
occurred to me, but now that they mention it...
"Well, why don't you get busy instead of talking," the
man said from the armchair, where he was gently
masturbating.
I get a little crazy. Some things do that to me. I used
to ask my boyfriend to masturbate often, because it
excited me a lot. Seeing the man caress his penis while
doing this with his wife is very exciting for me.
The woman puts her tongue in my vagina and moves it
around and licks me very well. Her lips and nose are
delightful. She touches me sometimes with her fingers.
I stop watching the man, and put my face between her
thighs. She has a slight odor, different from my
girlfriends', which excites me more.
My mouth and nose and chin are surrounded by hair,
which covers her sex completely. I have to use my
fingers, and then, there, a very long clitoris that
guards the cave where I will drink from the sweetest of
springs...
We play in these springs, very seriously. And laugh. I
don't know how many times, or how long. My orgasm is
continuous, as is hers, I know, as she writhes under
me. We go crazy. I move my fingers around in her
vagina as I caress her clitoris with my tongue. I feel
the shocks of her orgasms with her clitoris in my
mouth. She puts her finger into my anus, a delicious
surprise, and I hold it tight as it moves all around in
me, throwing my senses off-balance. I do the same,
leaving three fingers of my other hand in her vagina. I
have never done this to anyone. You can't think of
everything. I am surprised: once past the entrance, I
can move it very freely inside. I try to do everything
I can with it, in this new world.
Her clitoris is still in my mouth and she moves
continuously under me, tasting me constantly, sucking
and licking and rubbing and doing things that feel new
to me. She caresses my derriere as I come. And holds me
gently, and pulls me this way and that, and sometimes
holds me very firmly with her arms and legs when I
come, which intensifies my climax, as I struggle to
thrash out, without being able to move. I am dimly
aware of the weight of the man as he gets on the bed.
The woman takes her finger out of my anus and puts two
fingers in my vagina, moving them rapidly. This excites
me even more, taking me farther away from the world. I
continue to work away with my hands and my mouth.
I feel the man's hand spreading my buttocks. Why? I
want them both to do whatever they want with me. I
belong to them...
Now his tongue licks my anus, which feels very sweet, a
new kind of pleasure. He points his tongue and tries to
enter me there. And she licks me, and moves her fingers
inside me, and I do the same. And I have a tongue in my
anus, and my finger in the woman's. Mmmmm. I hope this
never ends.
Then the man's tongue leaves and soon I feel his body,
pressing against me. He pushes his hard and warm penis
between my buttocks. I want him to put it in my vagina.
Enter me. I nibble the woman's clitoris and move my
fingers in her vagina and move my finger in her anus
more and more. She sucks in my clitoris and licks it
quickly and continuously. I have never felt higher.
I feel the man's hand join hers near my vagina, but it
does not stay there. He seems to be wetting his
fingers. Take me, soon. I lick frantically now. I want
him inside me. I need him inside me. She had him
before, but I haven't had him yet. Fuck me!
There. He is moving over me. I think he is taking his
sex in his hand, and... but no, he puts a finger in my
anus. He puts it in and takes it out, several times.
Not bad, but it's not enough for me now. Fuck me. Put
your penis in me. Why doesn't he understand? And then I
realize what he is going to do: my anus, not my vagina.
I am still a virgin there, but not for long. I am so
excited that I feel no fear at all. I want him to take
me, there or anywhere else. The woman said that
sometimes the climax is stronger there... Well.
Yes, I feel his penis touching my anus, and I feel the
end begin to go in. Go quickly. I can't wait.
He presses harder and harder. I don't feel any pain.
His sex is perfectly lubricated and seems to slide in
by itself. Really, I feel no pain, no tearing. Now I am
complete, sexually. The man goes in very cautiously,
and soon I feel his pelvis and pubic hair touching my
buttocks.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes," I say, panting, my mouth in the woman's sex.
This penis in my derriere brings me a certain sense of
regeneration, and my excitement starts over, fresh
again. I suck and lick at the woman's sex furiously and
move my finger faster in her anus, imagining what the
man is feeling. The woman's fingers have left my
vagina, but her mouth and her tongue are doing
wonderful things to me. Better than I have ever felt
before.
What a couple. Now I can say it for sure: You make a
beautiful couple.
Now the man moves in me, and I feel something
extraordinary: with each movement I seem to go out of
my body. I become another being. My womb is apotheosis,
truth and nirvana. This penis inside me is the
instrument of an ultimate climax, which started with
the first movement of the man, one that will never
leave me. It grew slowly in me, and now transcends me.
The man moves faster and faster. I can no longer lick
the woman or move my fingers. I stop. But she
continues wonderfully. And his penis moves and moves,
tearing out inarticulate cries of joy. And suddenly, a
superclimax comes from some secret depth and shakes me
and carries me away. The man moves very, very fast and
gasps for air. The women licks my clitoris dementedly.
I escape the world. Everything.
The man thrusts very hard, twice, crushing me
completely against the woman's sex, and I scream. I
feel the man's sperm jetting within me in bursts. I
grab the fur with my hands and tear at it with my
fingernails. I take the woman's sex in my mouth again,
and I am sure that the three of us come together.
But for me, it is more than a climax. It is beyond
that, outside of everything. I know this. I believe I
will never know such a pleasure again.
We stay there together, her sex in my mouth and her
lips on my sex and the man with his penis, still hard,
inside me. Its hardness goes away very slowly, and I
keep the heat of his sex inside me for a long time.
We stopped there for the night. We used the time which
remained to lie down together. I was in the middle, and
they each held my hands. It was sweet, very tender.
Taking me home, they said they were leaving the next
day for Cameroun, where the man worked. They had been
in France for two months. We exchanged addresses. I
write to them at Christmastime, and they write back.
They were more important to me than I was to them--that
night they were everything for me.
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. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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