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Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2001 08:10:06 -0500
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The following story is an ongoing one. It started out as collaboration
with Rachel, a very sexually active med student at Columbia University.
She was relating her sexual history, via several email exchanges. But
we only got so far before she lost interest. Perhaps her studies took
more time than anticipated, and I was forced to fictionalize some of
the material.
It includes among other things: FF, MFF, DOM, MFF, MF, DOM, FFFF, MF,
oral, anal and other odds and ends. This is a continuing story with no
end in sight.


                                   Recollections From a Diary

By Paris Waterman
Copyright 1999, 2000, 2001


Chapter One
                                          The Reunion

 From the pitch-black surroundings of the lavish penthouse apartment, I
stared through the rain cascading down the glass windows thirty stories
above the huge waves lashing the beach below.

The view was enthralling.

I raised my eyes into the force of the most violent thunderstorm I'd
ever seen and marveled at the glory of Mother Nature. The only light
was coming from the intermittent lightning bolts slashing through the
night's darkness only to cauterize their energy by knifing into the
ocean's white caps.

That scene was almost replicated inside as rivulets of perspiration
coursed down my neck and shoulders as I continued my methodical fucking
of my beloved Julie.

Julie, the light of my life since our freshman year at Columbia, is
moaning continuously, her legs wrapped firmly around my waist while I
thrust in and out of her. Once again she's on the threshold of a
climax.

My back is on fire after being raked by her razor-sharp nails; and I
know from experience that the pain will linger long after we're
finished fucking. But, I am soaring with the knowledge that I've
finally wrested control away from her.  Filled with a gloating
sensation I've never experienced before, I recall Julie telling me
years ago, "I only mark the one's that make me cum," and grimace as her
nails renew their attack and dig deeper and the pain reaches a higher
threshold. Silently, I accept it as if she were bestowing a badge of
honor upon me--she's relinquished control at long last.

Shaking my head from side-to-side, I increase the tempo of my thrusts.
For a moment, it's so quiet I imagine I can actually hear pellets of my
sweat landing on the sheets with light thuds. Then a terrifying clap of
thunder shakes the building, bringing me back to the moment. I cease
thrusting and ease my slippery prick out of her sopping center and roll
her over telling her to get her ass up in the air.

Julie hesitates and I smack her ass hard to make my point. This prompts
her to comply with alacrity, and she bends forward to a point from
which she can clasp the brass bars of the headboard.

"Ya gonna fuck me up the ass?" she croaks hoarsely. To me this
represents a new, different side of Julie even though there is no
discernable anxiety in her voice.

"I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want to bitch!" I growl in reply.

This is not my usual demeanor and I know I've shocked Julie with this
attitude adjustment. Good! That's what I intended to do.

Julie's buttocks rise even higher in anticipation as I close in on her.
Now I'm on my knees, cupping her marvelous tits from behind and mashing
them together before releasing them. Julie sighs contentedly. My
fingers grope around to her greasy genitals and gather enough juice to
make anal entry relatively easy--but not for her. A bolt of lightning
crackles nearby, followed immediately by a loud clap of thunder; Julie
trembles and I wonder if it was fear or excitement that caused it.

I really don't care if I rip her apart right now. (Well, I know I
won't. We've done this bit before.) I laugh aloud when I discover
Julie's fingers already busy anointing her asshole with juices too,
only Julie's got her finger inside her ass, preparing the way for me.

[I should take a moment and share some information with those of you
who are not familiar with ass fucking. The pleasure a woman feels
during sex when their partner pays some loving attention to that
puckered little orifice two inches below their pussy is surprisingly
good.

Women in general have a tendency to equate this with pain rather than
pleasure. I'm sorry, nothing could be further from the truth. Well,
yes, there is pain, just as there is pain when the hymen is broken.
That "pain" doesn't stop a woman from having sex again does it? No,
they put it behind them, no pun intended.  It might surprise you to
learn that a woman's asshole contains a vast repository of sensory
nerves and the right kind of penetration and stimulation can produce
powerful climaxes. Of course, anal entry must be accomplished in proper
fashion, i.e., lots of lubrication and slowly, very slowly.]

Gripping Julie about the waist, I mount her doggy style

She twists around, looks at me, closes her eyes, and moans, "Do it! Do
it!"

It I do.

Spreading her knees apart, I flex my buttocks and slide my hips
forward, placing my prick at her puckered entrance and push. The
initial resistance gradually yields and the head of my prick eases
about two inches into her ass. This coaxes a groan from her. She gasped
loudly, and her head snapped back. My prick slipped out and I paused to
pant, slowly regaining my breath before reinserting it again, this time
establishing a solid beachhead.  Ready to attack again, I gripped her
lean hips tightly.

"C'mon," she gasped, "Bring it on!"

With that, Julie lets go of the headboard, hunches over to all fours,
and buries her face in a pillow, crying out, "Yes! That's it! Get it in
there. Get it all in there," humping her ass back at me to counter each
thrust of mine in her eagerness to achieve rear-end rapture.

[Gotta provide ya with some more data about this. How else can I
convince you to try it?

Apparently, as the prick rides in and out it creates sensations through
the very thin membrane in the anal passage serving as a partition to
the clit on the other side. So the final climax is actually caused by a
similar stimulation to the clit that causes them to come during a good
old-fashioned fuck or suck. The thing is, it takes LONGER for the woman
to cum during a butt-fuck. But, when they do get off, the pleasure is
so excruciatingly powerful that it feels as if their entire rear end
has been reamed-out with rapture. That might explain why Julie is so
hot to get it on. Of course, I've already spent over an hour in teasing
her, fucking her and eating her out.]

Julie groaned again as I moved deeper within her anal channel. Reaching
a hand between her legs, she roughly masturbated her clit until a
relief of sorts swept over her. It wasn't long before my ivory hard
prick vanished into her hole and I felt the bristles of her pubic hair
roiling against my lower stomach.

The huge glass windows, which normally afforded a magnificent view of
the ocean, now served as a full-length mirror thanks to the frequent
lightning flashes, and gleefully watched our gyrating reflections every
time the lightning crackled.

Julie raised her head to join me in looking into the reflections. Her
face  was suffused with lust and she caught me watching her, gasped
deliriously and loosened a torrent of foul language at me.

"Oh, you motherfuckin' cocksuckin', no good ass fucking, bastard,
bitch, shit eating son of a bitch. You cunt lapping shriveled prick.
Ohhh yessssss! You cocksucker."

She continued to rant, outdoing anything I'd seen her do before. She
was getting me terribly excited with her vile, verbal barrage.

"Oh you bung-hole lickin' whore!"

"Oh, yesss!"

"There! Yes right there!"

"Oh fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy!"

"Ahhhh, lick my cunt!"

"Get nasty you bitch!"

 "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she shrieked, obviously reaching a
climax.

She screamed again, this time grabbing my hair and yanking on it. I
cried out in pain and retaliated by slapping her ass until she released
her grip.

Suddenly, Julie began to spasm like only she can as a great orgasm
overwelms her. A short sequence of lightning provided me with a close
perspective of this undeniably erotic view.

Julie's heavy breasts bounced and jiggled. Her head rolled from side to
side. I thought of her then as a sleek vision of passion. Her hands
worked frenetically between her legs. And between our bodies, the long
dildo I wore strapped around my waist glistened as it continued to
slide in and out of her ass.

A brutal gust of wind forced the French doors to the balcony open, and
a deluge of ponderous raindrops immediately turned an area of the white
carpet gray. My attention returned to watching Julie's creamy, sweat-
flecked body writhing and jerking back and forth in time to my strokes.
I caught a glimpse of Julie chewing her lower lip to ameliorate the
tension as another orgasm wafted in on her. I wasn't sure if I caused
this one or if she'd brought herself off masturbating.  I was finished
with her for the moment. I reached behind me and unfastened the strap
holding the dildo in place. Then I rose, picked a lush pear from the
fruit bowl next to the bed, took a bite and left the room.  I had to
pee.

Moments later, Julie followed with a lighted a candle and watched me as
I squatted on the toilet. She knelt at my feet as I finished. Hastily
she clutched a bunch of toilet tissue and dabbed my pussy dry. Then she
leaned forward, kissed it and stood up.  I kissed her mouth in return
and our tongues reacquainted themselves.

Julie broke away from me and paid homage to my sexual artistry in her
typical foul-mouthed fashion, groaning, "Oh, shit Rach, that was sooo
good! I never expected you to be that way. Never."

Squeezing me tighter, she pursed her lips close to my face and
whimpered as a young child might.

"Tongue. Wet tongue. Give to me. Please, please. Tongue."

Baby talk? Was she regressing, or merely opening up a new side of her
personality to me? No matter, I could reflect on this later. For the
moment, I complied with her request.

We fused our mouths. This time I ended it and slid down to the carpeted
floor, where on my knees, with my hands on Julie's ass, I tugged her
pussy closer to my eager mouth and hungry tongue. She'd succeeded in
turning me on once again, and I was responding to her call.

"Yes!" she sobbed, "lick it!"

"Ahhhhhh! Deeper!

Oh, God yes, more deep!" she croaked as she began to lose control.

"Deeper, damn you! Ohh, lick it Rach! Lick it!"

Her pussy had opened like a flower for me, and my tongue darted hither
and yon gathering up her nectar. She cupped her breasts and kneaded her
hard pebbled nipples.

"Ummm, please," she whined, "make me cum. I need to cum again."

My thumb casually circled her clit, flicking it at the end of each
circuit.

"Please lick me, oh please . . ." I heard her cry.

Looking up I saw the tears of rapture coursing down her face.

"Yes!  Yes!" she hissed, "Oh lick it! Ohhhh suck it!"

Then she was yelling, "Yesssssss!"

"Ohhhh yessssss!"

"I'm there!"

"Oh Christ almighty! I'm cummmming!"

My pursed lips closed over her swollen clit, and carefully sucked on
it. Julie's hips jerked and thrust forward at my face knocking my lips
from their purchase around her bud.  Startled, I glanced up and watched
as her long nails raked the sides of her breasts causing tiny driblets
of blood to trickle down her torso.

"Don't stop. Please Rach, don't stop."

I continued licking and sucking.

"Oh God, that's so nice."

"Please, please. Thank you. Ohhh God, thank you."

My hand wandered down onto her mound. My finger pressed and pushed
between the tender, puffed up flesh and meandered inside up to the last
knuckle. Julie's legs betrayed her and she sank to the carpeted floor.

Carefully turning Julie onto her back, I separated her legs, and with
my hands on her upper thighs, pushed them into the air. A momentary
view of my finger revealed it to be wet and slick from her copious
flow. I tried inserting four fingers this time and was, unsurprisedly
successful. I launched a steady rhythm of pushing my fingers in and
out, producing a "squish-squish" sound.

Eventually I thought to search for her G-spot and located it easily
enough. Julie groaned, her hips writhing in time with my fingers inward
movements.

 "Oh, yes. Fuck my box."

"Eat me, eat me, ohhh eat me you slutty bitch!" Julie moaned.

I don't know if it was to satisfy her demand or my own driving hungers
for her cunt, but I slammed my face into her cunt and licked and sucked
as hard as I could. I sensed her orgasm arrive and kept going long
after her final shudder. As I withdrew I realized Julie had passed out.

The power had been restored during this sexual activity. I kissed
Julie's lower lips one last time. When she didn't stir, I left her
there lying on the bathroom floor, shut the lights off and made myself
a drink. I carried the drink across the room and sat down in a chair
near the bedroom window and stared into the stormy night as memories of
our past flashed across my mind.

I don't remember falling asleep.

Continued

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