Whether it was the novelty of the position, or whether the girl really had something good going for her, I truly could not say, but my ejaculation was accompanied with so much pleasure that I must admit, with the exception of Madame Flamman's love grotto, nobody had ever given me greater delight.
My girl just lay there without moving, and it was obvious that my prick found so much pleasure in her love nest that it did not think about leaving it.
Therefore, after I had relaxed somewhat, I started the game all over again. The entrance grabbed around me like a tight ring. The delights I experienced were absolutely indescribable. I would almost pull out and then penetrate as deeply as I could. I had never gone that deep. With every push I managed to shove my prick up to the hilt and fill her so completely that there was not even room left for a tiny air bubble.
“How do you feel, darling?”
“Ooh…”
She was incapable of speech. She had quite an extraordinary temperament and her whole being was engulfed in voluptuousness. Her breathing had become ragged and I noticed that she was tensing. I speeded up my movements because I wanted the pleasurable experience of emptying the cup of passion together. I succeeded admirably. She collapsed completely and I had to hold on to her.
I left my position, but she remained in hers as if she had turned into a statue. I gazed upon her passion pit. Her love juices were still flowing, streaked with blood as a sign that I had plucked her rose, and the swollen lips were still quivering.'
I turned her on her back, and slowly she recuperated.
“How do you feel now, my love?”
(Smiling): “I couldn't tell you whether I'm dead or alive.”
To me, it is always the most beautiful sight: a woman who has just gone through the throes of abandon and passion. And if she does not have that feeling, the sight of her is no longer exciting. I have held the most beautiful women in my arms but the ones who did not have the capacity for passion excited me far less than the ones that were by no means good-looking but with an innate capacity for voluptuousness.
I was thinking whether it would not be possible now to enter her passion pit from the front because I enjoy the embrace far more when it is spiced with kissing and tonguing.
I finally succeeded in reaching my goal. She rested one foot each on a chair and her buttocks against the edge of the table; it did not give me the enjoyment I had expected, because there was no other way for me to do it than to remain standing.
My girl had completely abandoned herself to her senses. I lifted her, carried her to the bed, put her in the previous, well-tried position and finished with as much pleasure as I had had before.
10. WHY DOES THE GENTLEMAN PLAY AROUND SO MUCH?
One of my affairs was a true disaster. At one of the parties I had met a widow of some thirty-odd years. She was very slim, rather on the skinny side, but she nevertheless believed herself to be a beauty and she was continually on the prowl. Out of fun I said some very nice and complimentary things to her, which was one of the reasons that she kept the rest of the party amused with her sly winks and suggestions.
That night I did escort her to her home, but I had no intention whatsoever of staying there. However, the dear lady forgot all etiquette and was so insistent that it would have become my faux pas to refuse to have a light supper with her.
“Please, do stay awhile.”
She pulled me down upon the sofa with her, crossed her legs, and showed me a pretty little foot and a well-rounded calf. Her every gesture and her facial expression betrayed her intentions and her very being exuded sheer lust.
You will do her a big favor, I thought. Lord knows how long she has been deprived. I kissed her, and hesitantly slipped my tongue between her lips. My God, she practically swallowed it, and her embrace was as tight as a vise.
I put my hand upon her naked thigh. She opened up as wide as she could in no time at all, and invited me to go as far as I wanted. I found a hard brush, a deep cleft and rubbery lips between which my hands could have been lost.
And the moment I hesitantly touched the entrance with my fingertip, she knocked my elbow so forcefully that half my hand disappeared into her passion valley.
I could not help myself, I had to smile. She, however, interpreted this the wrong way. She tried to crush me against her, she slobbered me with her kisses and was completely beside herself.
“Do you intend to make me completely happy?”
“How could I refuse you anything?”
She flopped on her back and pulled me on top of her so quickly that I had barely time to divest myself of my breeches.
If I have ever seen fiery passionate eyes, it was with this woman. They rolled around in their sockets.
She made it very easy on me; every single one of my movements was reciprocated with triple counterthrusts and when I took off the remainder of my clothes I feared for a moment that she was going to devour me with her feverish kisses.
“Oh, please, a little more…”
I did the best I could, and it was only because of her own passionate jumping that she arrived at her goal. With every spasm she veritably squirted amounts of passion juice.
I believed that now she would let go of me. But my politeness made her shameless and she suggested that I spend the night with her.
Can a man get out of such a situation without being dishonorable? The suggestion was as unpleasant as anything I could think of, but what else could I do?
I proceeded to undress my temporary paramour. To say the least, it was not a very charming view that unfolded before my eyes: a tall, skeleton-like body of which the hairy lips of the Venus mound were by far the fleshiest parts. Meanwhile she tried to make up for the non-existence of any charm at all with suggestive motions and a thousand little games, and I must admit that she succeeded in keeping me in the mood. Since my eyes could not find anything pleasing, not even in her face, I decided that I could only be properly excited by the outbursts of her passion.
She wore a soft flannel undergarment and without further ado, I tore off a strip and proceeded to rub her buttocks with it, as well as the rough lips of her private parts.
“That is new to me; why are you doing that?”
“You will be very satisfied with the effect.”
She became so passionate, she veritably snorted.
“Oh, stop it! I can't stand it any longer!”
I turned her around and positioned her on all fours.
“Oh, no!”
“Oh, yes, my beautiful lady, you will find it quite satisfactory.”
I must admit that the exceedingly large, red, and now swollen, lips afforded a very strange sight. I finally decided to put my prick into her. It was sweltering and hot inside that grotto, and I had barely entered it when the lady started to pant and coo.
“Does it give you pleasure, dearest lady?”
“Oh… yes… YES!”
“Shall we remain in this position? I am sure there is no other way in which I could penetrate as deeply as I do now.”
“Aaaah… qui-ck-er! Ooh! I… can't… oh… my…”
I pressed her flanks together with both hands and penetrated so deeply that even my pouch of passion was covered by the lips of her shame. I forced her to spread her thighs even more and became incredibly excited whenever those hot lips threatened to engulf my seed container.
“I need it… now… quicker… please!”
Finally, after some quick and jolting thrusts, she took deep drafts from the cup of passion.
I did not have to think up any form of petting and necking, because she took care of all that, her hands fluttered all over my body, causing pleasurable sensations as long as I kept my eyes closed. I tried to remain as calm as possible, since it was evident that the widow obtained unspeakable pleasures from her ministrations to me.