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Subject: Paisley Pillows - Part C
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PAISLEY PILLOWS Part C
"Daniel darling, those were the most earth-shattering hors
d'oeuvres I've ever had," Alicia said softly after I'd stopped
for a brief rest. "Now what do you say to a proper fuck?"
"I'd say, 'Hello there, Proper Fuck!' "
Alicia gently pushed me from my current sitting position onto
my back and, giggling, straddled my abdomen lewdly. I felt a
surge of gratitude to whatever fortune had placed me here under
this exciting goddess, whose smooth flesh I could now watch
riding my body wildly. Her nude bottom, thighs, hips and snatch
were an overpowering portrait of wonderful lust. I could almost
taste the waves of erotic energy which emanated from her crotch
and drove all her bodily fibers into an abandoned, seated dance
of sexual anticipation. "Oh, Daniel, I'm itching to have you
inside me!" she called.
The thrill of bringing Alicia off with my tongue had already
brought my flag back to full-mast, and by the time I
felt her moist pussy rubbing against me I was as ready for
fucking as one person can be, both physically and
psychologically. Alicia leaned forward to kiss me sweetly on
the bridge of my nose, then settled back and lowered herself onto
my expectant prick. Once in place, she bobbed up and down
energetically and accompanied her motions with rhythmic little
cries of delight, which I echoed with hoarse groans in a lower
octave. Her enjoyment seemed to grow and grow, and soon she was
speaking words of passion with a soft urgency: "Wow! Your
beautiful cock feels so thick and hot inside me -- I feel like
I'm going to explode with pleasure! Ohh!"
I watched my cock slide in and out of her sopping cunt with
fascination, noting how with each pass her beautiful pink pussy
lips became wetter and shinier. Alicia's strong legs enabled her
to raise herself quite far up at every stroke, so that my prick
almost left her cunt each time. The overall effect of this in-
and-out friction was incredible for both of us, and Alicia was
now moaning low and long with every thrust. Just when I thought
the next downward thrust was sure to trigger a powerful mutual
orgasm, she pressed her ankles softly into my hips and, grasping
my shoulders, rolled us over so that I was now on top. Here, in
this most familiar of positions, I resumed the rhythm, which she
matched thrust for thrust with her pelvis and bottom. I reached
under to squeeze her derriere and at the same time nibbled
tenderly at her rosy nipples with my hungry lips, a combination
she evidently adored. Then she stopped moaning just long enough
to whisper, "Under my arms, darling -- tickle me a little bit."
I relocated one of my hands to the erogenous zone of choice,
which in her case was lightly covered with the fine hair of a
woman who shaves there sometimes but not always. I tickled the
inviting spot gently as requested and she writhed ecstatically.
"Oh, delicious," she giggled. "Don't ever stop, ever."
My throbbing cock was soaked in her juices, and I knew
for sure this time that our climax was only moments away. I now
used my free hand to symmetrically balance the delicate
titillation of Alicia's underarm with a similar and simultaneous
erotic tickling of the crack of her bottom. This did it! -- her
giggles and moans soon escalated to a long shriek of delight, and
she spent copiously onto my balls. Now deep in the rapture of
her orgasm, she gyrated wildly and hugged my shoulder blades
tightly. At the same time, I let go and felt myself wash her
pussy walls with my own sticky emission for what seemed a sweet
eternity.
We both must have lapsed into sated semi-consciousness for a
few minutes, for the next thing I remember is feeling Alicia's
hand in my limp crotch as we lay listlessly beneath a floral
sheet which she must have pulled up over us.
"Look, Daniel, the sun's setting." Alicia's bed faced the
windows, and the sky looked like an orange sherbet laced with
deep red wine.
"It sure is gorgeous out there," she continued pensively.
I looked into her intoxicating eyes. "It's gorgeous in here,
too," I answered. I was afraid as soon as I'd said it that this
clever, soulful woman might look askance at such a corny-sounding
compliment, but apparently she knew I was sincere because she
patted my chest appreciatively, and then, returning my gaze, said
"It sure is." Then her face lit up with the most wholesome of
smiles and she tousled my boyish head of sandy hair.
A soft breeze now began to come through the window, wafting
along the scent of lilac bushes from the street below.
"Can you stay to dinner?" Alicia inquired languidly.
"I can stay forever."
"That was my next question." She smiled radiantly, and this
exquisite woman looked so happy to be with me, so happy to be
pleasing me, and so pleased in turn by me that I tingled all over
with emotional warmth.
Neither of us had much energy for cooking, so we dined
simply on pasta, salad, and red wine. As I put the food on the
kitchen table Alicia dashed off to the stereo in the living room
and came back accompanied by the soothing sounds of Brazilian-
influenced jazz, some upbeat but mellow recording featuring
piano, bass, drums, and a sexy, ingenuous female voice. We
raised our glasses to each other and began to eat.
The song had run through two verses when a vibraphone came in
for a solo. Immediately my ears perked up further. "Aah," I
said between mouthfuls. "My favorite instrument."
"My favorite was the piano," Alicia responded with a sly
twinkle, "Until I discovered that instrument you fellows carry
between your legs." I smiled appreciatively. Clearly, here was
a woman who could keep pace with my own enthusiastic passion for
the erotic.
We chatted relaxedly over our meal, becoming better acquainted
and basking in the ease of our new-found companionship. As we
finished eating, our attention came back to the lovely music.
Wine always goes to my head, and I was ready to speak freely on
the subjects which interest me. I confessed as much. "I always
get kind of lubricated by a little wine," I said.
"That's fine, dear. I'm lubricated as well. See?" We had
thrown on blouse, skirt, shirt and trousers to cook, but Alicia
now directed my hand up under her skirt and into her otherwise
naked crotch to demonstrate just how moist, in fact, her pussy
was.
"The vibraphone is such an erotic sound to me," I breathed
while still holding onto her cunt. "To hear its tones bubbling
up and down feels like being kissed all over by some set of hot
and tickly feminine lips." The warmth of her pussy was making me
tremble excitedly.
"Well, keep listening to that vibraphone, and I'll see if I
can approximate what you mean." We got up from the table.
Alicia quickly stripped me and began to kiss me all over as
promised, from my earlobes to my bottom to my feet and up
my hairy legs to my ballsack. The feeling was enrapturing, and
my cock was soon rock-hard and throbbing deliciously with desire.
"Now, Mr. Jazzman, let's go back in the bedroom and I'll blow
your horn."
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