Moans, cries, little choking sobs manifested her delight in this. Her palms cupped his cheeks, her head turned restlessly from side to side and her naked legs clenched convulsively throughout that attunement. The master musician was bowing the violin strings and she vibrated.
Then, without warning, he delved himself back into her up to the balls and she uttered a scream of ecstasy:
“Ahhhhlihhlihhhhlmohhhhhhh, myyygodddd! Ohhhhhhsooooooogooooood it is for me. Ahh darrrrling-ohhhhhfuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard-”
Casting hesitance to the four winds now, he assuaged her, his hands gripped her shoulders, his mouth demanded her hungrily.
He began with violent terse strokes to penetrate her contracting slit; he felt the violent spasms as she learned the transition from virginity to womanhood. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, eyes widely dilated, clouded with the unbearable brunt of passion. Her legs arched, fell, wound tightly round his thighs, now clamped over his sinewy posterior as with digging jabs he sped his blade mightily into her quaking cunt-hole.
“Ahhh, ohhh-oh-that's glorious. Oh-darling — rape-rape me-fuck your Marcia till she dies of it. Ahhhh-oh it's so good-so heavenly good. Oh my God-harder-more-oh-dig my quim out by the roots. Oh-ram me and-pierce me. Ahhhh-I die of it. Oh I am your naked bitch, beat me-torture me with fucking-force me to all you want. Ahhhhahhhh, anything-oh-ram me-harder-screw out my juices. Oh-oh-I'm yours forever-oh the joy to me. Oh give it to me — hard-ahhhhh-ohhhhh, Max-ahhhhh I feel it in me ready to flow-ahhhhh-ahhhhh hard-errrrrrr make me commmme give it to my pussy- ahhhhhhhhhhh-”
With a frantic loud cry she leaped up, clamping his manly bottom with her writhing legs, heels digging into his flesh, her belly shuddered, jerked in tumult, her teeth sank into his earlobe to the blood, as with a mighty final thrust he spent himself boiling into her cunt-hole.
With a cry of agony and joy he finally felt himself bubble forth all of his rooted life, plunged to the depths of her fuck-fathom. He felt the walls of her hot seething love-nook clamp, grind him to dust, and their viscous liquors of lust mingled in carnal compounding.
Oh, what frenzy, delirious and inchoate, compelled them now. He began to kiss her and stroke her body, murmuring in broken humbled words his tributes.
“Oh, Marcia, never such joy of a woman-oh was it good for you too, my lovely wanton? Yes, no need to say any more the virgin, but mine, my sweet whore, there to feed my desires, only mine, and so virgin still to the world, but mine, concubine and wanton, naked beauty. What goddess is in your breasts and quim?”
“And oh, Max-what a god is in your mighty prick. Oh-now-wait here-let me go for a moment to be more beautiful and sweet for you. I need you again and again and again, wait-”
Here he released her; she rose and bent and kissed his penis, sucking the driblets from it, her own exquisite juices that had flourished; and then she sped from her lover, naked, with hair streaming at her neck and shoulders, to the bathroom, to freshen her naked loins, to apply perfume to be more delicious for an unending night of felicity.
She returned bearing two glasses of port wine and two lighted cigarettes in her sweet mouth, bending to him, and he took one of the cigarettes and a glass of wine. Then she sat beside him and they drank and smoked silently, for there was no need for words; and when they had finished, with a common subtle awareness of each other's wants, they turned and clasped each other hotly, fiercely, possessively, for what was his was hers, and hers was his completely.
Their mouths wedded as their bodies had, their tongues merged, gliding, rubbing, tickling, perforating, and the flame of passion was slowly restored. The lambent flame that burns steadily, though less violently, and casts more sensual warmth because of the first tumultuous clash of arms in this tourneying is ended, and now each seeks for a deeper joy.
Max bowed his head to her naked breasts and cradled his flushed cheek against that velvety shrine. And one hand stroked her inner thigh, which she exquisitely parted for him, a smile of delicious tolerance on her ripe mouth.
Her hands went to his penis, fondling it, and she murmured very coquettishly and vibrantly, “Darling-I want to be wicked now-very wicked. Tell me, are you full of juices for your little love-slave?”
“Yes-yes-oh, my darling-being beside you is enough to give me virility enough for a harem.”
“Braggart. Well I'll test you now, my liege lord. I'll do the commanding and you follow my bidding — the next time you shall dominate your slave- but this once?”
“All-all you desire, my adorably sweet wife- and lover-all-”
“Then lie down-on your stomach, Max dear- and do not ask questions or say a single word. Let me do as I wish.”
He obeyed her, trembling with anticipation.
She crouched beside him on the wide divan, her hands exploring him, patting, stroking, prodding everywhere; not an inch of his sinewy body did she leave uncaressed. And then, on all fours above him, she began to tongue-bathe him, all of him. Upon reaching his buttocks, she opened them with gentle hands and flicked her warm pink tongue deep-into the crevice.
“Ahhhhhhhh, oh God-you angel-oh my sweet-my imaginative angel-my wanton.”
Then he writhed as her tongue delved between the cheeks. He groaned in ecstasy, his nails driving into the lush fabric of the divan. Then she moved to the floor and knelt, murmuring, “Turn on the lamp, my lover.”
He did, and saw her, eyes luminous and wide with desire, naked breasts swaying and jouncing in their exuberant rhythm of delight, her round ivory buttocks upturned in the most divine salaciousness, and she murmured coyly, “Dear one-you've had two of my maidenheads tonight, now take the last. I want you to-it's my command.”
With this, bowing her head to the floor, she put her sweet slim hands on her behind, took hold of the velvety globes of her bottom and yawned them to bare the fissure of her secondary love-place.
“Marcia, oh my sweet, you shameless adorable wanton-yes-yes-yes-”
He took his place beside her; his hands caressed her upper thighs then squeezed the marvelously full womanly hindquarters abandoned to him, and at the sight his blood grew hot in his veins, his penis stood restored to life and lust.
She held her buttocks for him and his hands pressed hers in perfect joy, his organ thrust against her ass-hole-voluptuous and plump, shrinking and palpitating.
“Hard-don't spare my little bottom-hole, Max — oh-Max, Max-I'm so eager to be everything to you.”
“You are-you are-never shall I need another mistress. Now, my gentle wanton darling-”
“Yes-ahhhh-yes-hard-hard-give me all of it in my bottom-hole-rip me out with your cruel prick-my sweetheart.”
“Marcia-my God-my dearest.”
“Do you like that word when I use it, Max, dearest one? I read those books just for you, no other man would ever hear me say such lovely words-they are our secret.”
“Yes. Oh Marcia-sweetheart-now get ready!”
“Ohhhh-it's hard-so hard-and hot-it throbs. My little pussy-hole is afraid-but really wants it-oh so bad. Pierce me through and through till it comes out in my quimmy. Ahhh- ohh I can feel it going in, honey-ohhhhhh Max — ahhhhhhhh-ahahahahahahahah. God, ohhhh, slowly, so I can feel every bit of it-ahhh, darling — ah-my god-oh, my lover-my bottom-hole is being drawn apart-it will surely split-I want it to-do it to me hard-now, is it all in-?”
“Not yet-oh my darling-is it really nice for my girl-my naked lovely little girl?”
“Ohhhhhhh-ever so nice-ah-ram it to the balls-ahhh-yes, yes, now, now bottom-fuck me hard and fast-ohhh tear me to pieces-hard- love me-ram me and bugger my bottom-hole- hard-ohhhh-Max-Max-ahhhh-so goodit's so very goooood-you'll never-never knowahhhhh-darrrrlingggggg-aaahhhhhh.”
He had meant to guide her gently and slowly into the mystic cult dear to the Greeks, but her writhing twists and vibrant moans, her sweet libidinous phrases had undone him, and now halfway in he sank his nails into her naked buttocks and jutted himself violently onwards. He felt his prick decimate her and widen her tight, hot, churning honey-hole channel. He pierced her to his very balls; he felt the wild maddening contractions of her ass-hole, tense against his root; he felt it demand all his balsam and he began to groan, sobbing in delirious bliss to bottom-fuck her with furious erratic stabs.