The curving goblet of her belly was kissed deeply and widely by the umbilical niche, and then came the thick, curly raven-black triangle of fleece which covered the appetizingly plump, soft pink lips of her delicious Venus mound. She moved slowly toward him, asking demurely, “Do I please you, Michael?”
“All you have to do is use your eyes for an answer, my darling Madcap,” he answered hoarsely. Julia's eyes glinted, because his cock was thrusting out with ferocious obstinacy. The turgid, dark-blue veins surged against the taut skin of his shaft.
“My goodness, I guess I do at that,” she murmured. She knelt down before him and her lips grazed the huge pink-skinned knob. He felt her bestow a series of rapid little kisses all over it, and his enormous weapon tilted up higher so that she had to lift her head to follow it. He cupped her flushed, warm cheeks with his hands, watching her intently. A tremendous excitement flowed through his body when he watched this beautiful woman perform her oral admiration on his prick.
He whispered, “Enough, my darling… I… I… can't hold it much longer.”
She smiled. “Can we do it this way?”
“You mean with you on top? Recommended for lazy lovers. Dear Madcap, I am completely in your powers. You are the mistress of ceremonies in your own home. Go ahead… you lead, and I will follow.”
Julia knelt on the couch, moving slowly over his accommodating thighs. She reached down her left hand to his tool, taking hold of the middle of the pulsating shaft. With thumb and forefinger of her other hand she slowly parted the soft, fleshy lips of her slit. Then, very slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered herself upon Michael's throbbing, impaling prick. He closed his eyes, shuddering with delight as he felt the tight, hot clamp of her love shaft cover his wildly throbbing organ. He hoped fervently that he would be able to hold himself in, because he did not want to spoil this wonderful experience by coming right now.
“Aaah… little Madcap… that is wonderful. Oh, you gorgeous little miracle… now that you have it all inside you, come down here where I can hold onto you. I want to show you that we are fully matched.”
Michael was housed to the hilt inside Julia's tight, hot quim. Their pubic hairs merged in an exquisitely exciting friction. Slowly Julia sank down over Michael's broad chest, her ripe juicy breasts mashing against his swelling muscles, locking her velvety smooth arms under his powerful shoulders, fusing her avid, warm and moist mouth to his. His hands gripped her full buttocks, squeezing her tightly. Experimentally, slowly, Julia arched herself a little and Michael felt his cock retreat from its delicious, warm haven. Then, with a little gasp of ecstasy, she returned all of him to her bower.
Michael took a deep breath, and then he began to join his rhythm to that of his newfound mistress. The naked beauty on top of him began to wriggle, undulate and squirm. She arched herself, only to sink back down on him with ever-quickening movements. His rigid ramrod burrowed savagely into the convulsing channel behind her moistening quim.
Michael began to pant. He could feel the wild spasms of his little Madcap. His fingers dug deeper into the satiny bottom globes, regulating her movements now, guessing from the weavings and contractions of her voluptuous bare backside the precise tempo of her self-impalement.
“Give… my darling Madcap… give,” he almost shouted. “Don't worry about my keeping up with you. I am ready anytime… yes… now, now! Aaah!!!”
He felt the torrential, explosive power in his loins break past his power of self-control while, at the same moment, Julia, her eyes rolling, humid and glazed, uttered hoarse and wordless cries of incredible rapture. She ground herself against him, her nails dug hard in his back as his fingers kneaded her buttocks. The quake seized them both and nearly threw them to the floor. Entwined, mouth crushing against mouth and tongues slithering together, they lay motionless together for an eternity. Only the faint sound of tiny, sobbing breaths escaped them.
Finally they got up. Julia, threw a huge Persian scarf around her shoulders, which covered her completely. Michael began to put on his clothes.
“Who you are, my dearest Madcap, I do not know. I do know that I have just felt within my grasp the heavenly moments I have always waited for. You do not have to tell me, ever if you don't want to, what your name is. What could a name tell me that I do not know about you already? But please, my dear Madcap, assure me again that I have your solid promise. Will you visit me at my studio? Shall we have breakfast together? And can I say that I hope to see you soon?”
“My dear friend, I always keep my word. I shall see you the day after tomorrow.”
Michael left, his heart filled with song and joy. Julia went to the suite she always occupied when she visited Charmettes. She, too, discovered that her heart was no longer empty. She could barely count the hours till she would be together again with her divine artist.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
While Julia was exploring the ways of love with Michael Lompret, her sister was busily engaged with Maxim de Berny. She had taken up much of her time, ably assisted by Dorothy, to furnish the place in such a way as to give enough hints to Maxim how she expected to be loved. The tremendous screwing he had given her at Madame Lucy's party was still vivid in her memory. She had loved every moment of it, once his enormous tool had found its way into her belly, but the fear of getting with child prevented her from wanting it that way again.
Thus, Maxim had to be taught. He had never recognized her, and therefore Florentine had completely reorganized her little boudoir.
When Dorothy let the young man enter, the room indicated with statuettes and pictures what many people do not dare say openly. It said that love was not merely a raw and quick way of male satisfaction. It is that there was more to lovemaking than to just screw away on top of each other and then roll away sleepily and satisfied. It implied that there was another way of giving a certain Lady Evergreen the greatest pleasure and ecstasy in a manner which some people call sinful and sick.
But Florentine had told herself with the utmost logic that the entire affair was not for the satisfaction of a certain Maxim de Berny, but for the greatest pleasure of a widow Vaudrez. What she did in that house in Paris was strictly for her own satisfaction.
“Why,” she had asked herself, “should I endure all sorts of caresses and lovemaking I don't like, and hardly ever receive what I crave? In that case,” she continued her justifying monologue of so many sleepless nights, “I might as well get married again, and then I won't have to be afraid of any embarrassing mishaps. If Maxim does not want to follow my wishes, the sphinx will have to remain a sphinx to him, and I shall have to look for another lover. I wonder what Julia is up to. She asked me so suddenly and without any warning to leave Charmettes. Oh, well, I'm glad that the new reception room here is completed, and tomorrow we can exchange our experiences again.”