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   "Angel in the Rain"



   (MF, rom, cons, mild Mdom, slight nc?, lac, interr)



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   DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance

   between characters in this work and actual persons living or dead is

   entirely coincidental.  This work contains scenes of explicit sex

   between adults and is intended for the entertainment of adults only.



   "Angel in the Rain"



   by Steve Marlowe





   Chapter One



   We don't get much rain in Los Angeles, but occasionally we have a
monsoon.  Like now.  It had been pouring for six hours with no sign of
letting up.  Thunder, lightning, streets flooding...  it was a thoroughly
nasty night out.



   Personally I liked the rain.  I had elected to spend a quiet evening at
home in Marina Del Ray, listening to the rain drumming on the rooftop of my
snug little bungalow.  A log fire crackled nearby as I sat in my study,
ensconced in my favorite club chair, a volume of Portuguese love sonnets in
one hand and a snifter of Drambuie in the other.  I was comfortably attired
in my Ambercrombie & Fitch pajamas and red silk robe, and all was right
with my world.



   At precisely ten PM the phone rang.  I picked up my cordless.  "Hello?"



   "Steef?  Eet's Maria."



   "Maria darling!  How are you?" (My name is Steve, but with her
Venezuelan accent the closest Maria can get is "Steef.")



   "Can I come over an' see hyu, Steef?  Right away?"



   "Is everything all right?" I asked.



   "Oh, jess, ever'theeng ees...fine..."



   "You don't sound fine."



   A pause.



   Maria Delores Consuela D'Anconia was the most beautiful, sexually
desirable, heart-breakingly angelic woman I knew.  Age 28, a young mother,
she retained the shy, virginal manner of a Catholic schoolgirl.  Despite
her mixture of classic and exotic features, her face conveyed wholesome
sweetness.  As for her figure, the most voluptuous 1950s Hollywood sex
siren would have envied Maria's spectacular physique.



   "Waal," she said at last, "there ees just huan leetle problem
that...that I...waal, I shouldn't say eet on thee phone."



   A tremendous lightning bolt flashed outside my bay window.  Thunder
rolled.  "Pretty rotten weather tonight," I said.  "Maybe I should come to
your house."



   "Please, Steef, I theenk eet would be much better, eef I came there. 
Hokay?"



   "Sure," I said.  " Drive carefully, darling."



   I went into the bathroom and slapped on some aftershave.  Apparently
Maria wanted to see me far away from her infant son and her aging mother.
That suited me fine.  Maria and I had known each other for three years, as
friends only -- but under increasingly intimate circumstances.



   Twenty minutes later, my doorbell chimed.  I snapped on the porch light
and opened the front door to find Maria in an elegant navy-blue London Fog
trench coat.  She was closing a matching umbrella.



   "Thank hyu, Steef, for letting me come."



   "You're soaked!  Come in out of that rain," I ordered, taking her
dripping umbrella.



   As she stepped over the threshold Maria briefly hugged me, brushing her
lips against my cheek.  I'm six foot one, but she didn't have to stretch
upwards to kiss me.  She's five-ten herself.



   And she was as breathtaking as ever.  Her eyes were luminous,
almond-shaped lamps underneath perfectly arched eyebrows.  Brown irises,
flecked with gold, surrounded enormous black pupils that beckoned like warm
pools, starred with jet-black lashes.  Flawless olive skin, high
cheekbones, an aquiline nose, and full, moist lips, completed this vision
of loveliness.  Her wind-tousled black hair, cut fashionably short,
glistened with raindrops.



   "Oh, I ham dripping all over hyour floor," Maria said, struggling out of
her coat.



   "Da nada," I said.  I hung her trench coat on the rack.



   When I turned back around, I was amazed to discover that Maria was
wearing a full-length, champagne-satin robe, belted with a matching sash.
Bedroom attire!  It looked like one of the classiest designs from
Victoria's Secret, concealing flesh but accentuating shape.



   Believe me, Maria had plenty of shape to accentuate.



   My Venezuelan love goddess was blessed with fine broad shoulders and a
wasp waist.  Her wide, womanly hips led to a dancer's long, shapely thighs
and calves.  But the real show-stopper was her over-abundant bosom. 
Despite Maria's statuesque frame, her chest was so disproportionate it was
almost comical.  Once at her home I had helped do her laundry, which is how
I knew she wore 48FF cup bras.



   Now, standing in my foyer, I looked her up and down with no pretense of
hiding my admiration.  The champagne shade of her robe flattered her South
American complexion.  "Maria, you look extremely beautiful tonight."



   She glanced down at her satin robe, as if only now realizing its
seductive allure.  She flushed a bit, a charming and typical reaction. 
"Oh! Thank hyu, Steef."



   "Poor baby, you must be half-frozen," I said, putting an arm around her.
"Come into the library.  If the fire doesn't warm you up, the brandy will."



   Like everyone who knew her, I loved Maria dearly " considerably more
than most, in fact.  I'd known her for three years.  Her late husband Herve
had been a colleague at my office and my best friend.  But one year ago,
Herve had died in a tragic car accident; and shortly after the funeral,
Maria discovered she was pregnant.



   In the intervening period, I had helped Maria and her widowed mother --
and now the baby -- all I could.  She didn't need money; between Herve's
generous life insurance policy and her own successful career in bank
management, Maria was in splendid shape financially.  So I ran errands,
fixed things around the house, provided taxi service for Mamacita, and even
prepared meals now and then.



   However, the most important support I provided was moral and emotional.
Since Herve's death I had become Maria's closest friend.



   I was eager to go beyond friendship, but I was biding my time.  My sexy
angel came from a long line of Latin American diplomats and statesmen.  In
her upper-class, Catholic-Hispanic cultural circles, family structure and
rules of social etiquette remained old-fashioned as dueling sabers, and
equally rigid.  After a husband's death, for example, a widow faced an
obligatory full-year mourning period.



   But I'm a patient man, when I know what I want.  Besides, the mourning
period was nearly over.



   After escorting Maria into my library and seating her on the overstuffed
leather couch, I poured her a modest shot of Drambuie.  Maria was a nursing
mother with a three-month-old baby named Mark, but imbibing a moderate
amount of liqueur could do no harm.  I handed Maria the snifter, then sat
beside her so close that our knees nearly touched.



   "To you, mi estrella," I said.  We clinked glasses and sipped.  "Now,
then." I took a Dunhill from my pipe-rack, filled the bowl with tobacco and
struck a match.  After a few preliminary puffs, I said: "What can I help
you with, darling?"





   Chapter Two



   Maria permitted herself another tiny sip of liqueur, then placed her
glass carefully on the coffee table.  Her huge brown eyes studied mine,
obviously agitated.



   "Steef," she blurted out, "I haff a beeg problem!"



   "What's wrong?" I said.  "Please tell me, dear, I want to help."



   She bit her lower lip.  "Steef, hyu mus' promise me, hyu weel not theenk
badly of me?"



   I reached for her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.  "Of course
not, darling."



   "My problem ees -- a woman's problem.  Eet has to do weeth being a new
mother."



   "Is the baby all right?"



   "Oh, Markie ees fine!  But..." Maria sighed and was silent for long
seconds.  "Waal," she said at last, "hyu know I am nursing heem..." Maria
unconsciously gestured as if to cup her enormous bosoms in her hands.



   Involuntarily, my eyes dropped to survey those Grand Tetons.  All I
could do was exhale a wreath of smoke and say, "Mm-hmm?"



   "I luff to nurse my Markie," she continued, smiling fondly, her eyes
softening.



   "I think that's what God intended," I murmured, tamping down my tobacco
while discreetly admiring her personal Andes.  "But, Maria, what's the
problem?"



   "Waal, I -- oh, thees ees so embarrassing!" She smiled weakly.  Once
more a charming blush crept over her cheeks.



   "Don't be embarrassed.  Nursing a child is the most beautiful, natural
thing in the world.  Besides," I added, taking both of her hands now, "you
know how I feel about you."



   "Thank hyu, Steef." She smiled gratefully, squeezing my hands.  "I know
I can tell hyu anything.  Waal, I haff these..." she nodded toward her
mega-mammaries again -- "these great, beeg boosoms.  Jess?  And, they make
more milk than thee baby can drink.  They are making milk like a cow!"



   Now that she had admitted this humiliating fact, Maria blushed more
furiously than ever.



   "A cow?" I drew thoughtfully on my pipe as if she had just presented me
with a profound philosophical problem.



   "Jess, jess, that's right!  I ham making milk exac'ly like a cow!  My
boosoms, they make milk, and more milk, and then more milk -- all thee
time, night and day, they give thees milk."



   "Well, that's good, isn't it?" I ventured.  "You have a big, strapping,
baby boy.  I'm sure he needs plenty of nourishment."



   "My milk, there is too much!" she despaired.  "Even after I feed my
Markie, my teeties are bursting, bursting!  I still need to -- what ees
that word -- express more milk.  You know, express?"



   She pantomimed a pumping-out motion.  Under my robe, my dick sprang to
full attention.



   "I have to go in thee shower an' express thee milk, three or four times
a day," she complained.  "Eef I don', my nipples are leaking, all thee time
leaking!  Thee milk, eet a-soaks thru my nursing bra," she groaned, looking
down unhappily at her chest.  "Eet a-stains my blouses!"



   Maria sighed as if the weight of the globe rested on her beautiful olive
shoulders.  (Indeed, the weight of two globes rested just below her
shoulders.) "



   My mind's eye reeled with the image of a naked Maria in the shower,
expressing her milk from her overripe breasts.  The mental picture made me
light-headed.  My cock felt as if it could burst out of my pajamas.  I
crossed my legs.  Suddenly, my cozy little study seemed too warm.  I was
acutely conscious of the blazing heat coming from that fire in the hearth.
And now I couldn't keep my eyes off Maria's breasts; in fact it required a
supreme act of will to keep myself from drooling over them.



   "Have you -- ahem, have you talked to your doctor about this?" I asked
her breasts in a thick voice.



   "Oh, jess, I haff talked to her," Maria sighed dismissively, not seeming
to notice my ogling.  "She gave me a breast pump."



   "And?"



   "I HATE eet!  Eet is so cold and mechanical!  Sometimes eet a-hurts my
nipples." (Maria pronounced this word as "nee-pulls.") "So she sayed -- "



   Maria suddenly fell silent again.



   "Yes?" I forced myself to tear my gaze away from Maria's jugs and raise
my eyes to her face.  "What did she, what did your doctor, say?"



   "She sayed..." Maria put her hands to her face.



   "Maria, you mustn't be ashamed," I commanded sternly, knocking the ashes
out of my pipe.  Suddenly, a shimmering realization floated into my mind. I
knew where Maria was going with all of this.



   In her shy, tortured manner, the proper, delicate, beautiful, and
aristocratic Maria Delores Consuela D'Anconia was working up the courage to
ask me an excruciatingly embarrassing favor.  She wanted me to relieve her
of overflow breastmilk.



   She wanted me to suck her big, ripe, luscious, mother-lode tits.



   By now, my penis was straining inside my pajamas like a crazed bull. 
Good thing my legs were crossed, and that my smoking jacket was made of
thick material.  I suspected we both knew what was coming next, but at this
delicate junction I still needed to hear Maria say it.  Tenderly, with a
confidential air, I placed my hand on her thigh.



   "Go ahead, darling," I urged softly.  "Tell me what medical advice your
doctor recommended."



   Maria looked down at the floor, miserable with a mixture of hot shame
and aching physical need.  She didn't remove my hand from her thigh.  She
heaved a sigh, moving her gorgeous chest heavily up and down.  In a
barely-audible whisper, she confessed:



   "My doctor, she sayed that thee best way to take care of, of thee
problem...ees...waal...thee woman should have her husban' to help her."



   I absorbed this.



   Maria still couldn't meet my eyes.  "Do hyu un'erstan'?" she asked in a
tiny voice.



   I couldn't trust my luck.  I had to be absolutely sure of exactly what
my darling Maria meant.



   "You mean," I said carefully, "the woman's husband could help her
express her milk?  Or should he...?"



   Now that she was finally confessing what was in her mind, Maria hurried
to get through it as rapidly as possible: "No!  Thee husban' should nurse,
he should nurse!  She sayed, the doctor sayed -- "



   For the sake of Maria's dignity, it was terribly important for her to
establish that this was serious medical counsel, not her own idea.



   " -- my doctor sayed many married couples do thees.  But Herve is gone,
and...I have no husban' to help me!  My nee-pulls are aching for a man to
suck them, to suck them!"



   Maria burst into heartbreaking sobs.



   I put my arms around her and drew her close.  Still crying, she lifted
her face to be kissed, her red lips trembling.  I touched my mouth to hers,
gently at first and then pressing hard.  Her whole body quivered and she
kissed me back, passionately.



   "Maria, I'd love to help you," I whispered into her ear, kissing her
face over and over.



   "Oh, mi amore, mi estrelle," she breathed -- my love, my star.  "Would
you?  Would you really?  Hyu are not...offended?"



   "Of course not, dearest.  I'd love to suck on your sweet beautiful
breasts."



   "Oh, thank hyu," she breathed.



   Our mouths locked, our tongues found each other and commenced the
delicate dance of eros -- swirling, touching, intertwining, caressing.



   "Darling, suck on my tongue," I murmured.  Maria opened her mouth to let
my tongue penetrate her sweetness.  I probed, making love to her mouth, my
tongue thrusting suggestively against hers.  She sucked on it with
submissive fervor.



   After a moment, still kissing her, I reached down to gently untie her
belted sash.  Maria groaned into my mouth and arched her back.  I drew open
the broad lapels of her satin robe, pushed it aside, and cupped my hands
around her full, heavy, bra-encased breasts.





   Chapter Three



   Maria moaned into my mouth as I held her huge titties in my hands.  She
shrugged the robe from her shoulders and slipped it off.  Now she wore only
her enormous white bra, a tiny pair of champagne silk panties, and her
open-toed sandals.



   The lacey, delicately rose-patterned brassiere provided the most
tempting possible giftwrap for Maria's proferred package.  Above the fabric
loomed the olive skin of her prodigious peaks.  Her cleavage nestled so
deep and full that a sherpa could lead three-day tours up and down those
mountains and that valley.  I fully intended to take such a tour
myself...and through the gauzy bra cups, I hazily discerned the summit
where I would plant my flag: the large, pink circles of her aureoles and
nipples.



   "Let's get you comfortable, darling," I murmured between kisses.  "Take
off your bra...let's undo those hooks..."



   Maria reached behind herself to unhook her brassiere's back strap.  As
she did so, I continued kissing her and cupping my hands around her snugly
encased tits, brushing my thumbs over the outlines of her nipples.



   Maria moaned and kissed me back.  She slipped the wide straps off her
shoulders.  I pulled the bra away and her huge tits sprang out with the
amazing buoyancy of twin Zeppelins.  Impossibly, they looked even larger
now that they stood up naked and free.



   Where her bra had been, Maria's titty-flesh was much paler olive, nearly
white, and traced with faint blue veins.  Her tits were capped with pink,
pebble-textured, bell-shaped aureoles that spanned four inches across each
breast.  They mounded up to project cylindrical nipples that protruded an
inch or more in length, their tips puckered with deep X's.



   And to think, in her teens this stunning beauty had seriously intended
on becoming a nun.  What a waste, what a criminal waste, that would have
been...



   I must have stared in awe at her bosom for too long without speaking,
because Maria blushed a deep crimson.  "I hate my nipples!" she whispered,
covering them with elegant brown hands.  "They're ugly -- too big, too
big!"



   "Darling, what nonsense!" I exclaimed, pulling her hands down to reveal
her pink protuberances.  "You have the most beautiful nipples I've ever
seen!"



   She looked wonderingly into my face.  "Really?"



   "Yes.  Oh, yes, darling, yes!"



   I moved my hands to knead her soft naked mounds for the first time. 
This was a moment I had fantasized for years.  Almost trembling with
anticipation, I spread my fingers wide and squeezed, letting my fingers
sink deeply into the warm, soft, yielding flesh of her jugs.



   She closed her eyes and leaned back.  "So hyu...hyu truly theenk my
teeties are pretty?" she asked.



   "Maria, if other men saw you like this -- the strongest brute would fall
to his knees, begging for permission to suck on your big, gorgeous nipples.
And when you refused, he would sob and gnash his teeth."



   "Oh, Steef!" she sighed, and relaxed into my caresses.



   "Put your hands behind you head," I urged her.



   Maria obligingly laced her hands behind her neck.



   "Now arch your back."



   "Jess, Steef." Closing her eyes, she arched backward against the sofa,
as if trying to point her nipples up at the ceiling, her head lolling to
one side, her lips a moist "O".  I resumed my worshipful ogling.  Never
before had I had been privileged to see such an exquisite, intimate
display.



   "Pinch them," she sighed.  "Pinch my nee-pulls."



   I got a good grip on both of her nipples, pinching the tips between my
thumbs and forefingers.  Gently but firmly, I pulled out her left nipple,
stretching the rubbery, yielding flesh three or four inches until it
resembled a pink cone.  Then I let go.  The distended flesh instantly
snapped back to its original shape.  Next I did the same thing to her right
nipple -- pinch, pull, and release.  I repeated the action in an
alternating sequence.



   Left, right, left, right...kissing her all the while.



   Maria's eyes fluttered open.  "What are hyu doing?" she asked softly.



   "I'm milking you, darling."



   "Hyu...hyu are milking me?" Maria groaned.  "Like a cow?"



   Her choice of words clued me in to what turned her on.  I was only too
happy to play along.



   "Yes, darling," I whispered.  "I'm milking your big, soft titties
exactly like a cow's udders.  Come on, darling, push your big sexy udders
into my hands."



   Maria obligingly twisted her shoulders and torso to thrust her heavy
bazooms more fully into my hands.  I continued working her nipples, mashing
them inward, pulling them outward.  After a few moments, large drops of
milk began to appear on her engorged nipple-tips.



   "There we go," I soothed, nuzzling her ear.  "Good girl...that's a good
girl...Let your milk flow, Maria.  Give me your milk, baby.  Make those big
titties spurt for me.  Give me all of your beautiful cow's milk."



   She moaned with pleasure at these erotic words.  "Jess, I need to be
milked like a cow...milk me, Steef, milk me..."



   I let go her nipples and began to massage her milk ducts.  I knew
exactly where the milk reservoirs were located..  Expertly, my hands went
about coaxing her jugs to yield their liquid contents.



   Maria obediently remained in the arms-up pose I had commanded.  "Milk my
teeties...Milk my beeg, a-soft, a-teeties..."



   Now I allowed my fingers to slide inward to the center, converging once
more on her nipples, pinching and pulling them again.  As before, I take
her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.  I pull them out, stretching
them into long rubbery cones, then letting them snap back: in, out, in,
out. A demanding, steady rhythm.



   I whispered into Maria's ear: "Yes, baby...I'm working your teats like
an old-fashioned dairy farmer...like a farmer, sitting on his stool and
milking a cow over the pail at 5AM.  Spurt your hot love-milk for me,
baby."



   Maria shuddered powerfully and my reward arrived in a series of spurts.
Long, steady streams of milk begin to jet from her engorged, elongated
nipple-tips.  They spatter my face and chest.  Maria groaned heavily and
cupped her hands under her massive melons, lifting them forward to me.



   I kept up the action, making her titty-tips squirt, squirt, squirt,
squirt long white jet trails.  The central streams are joined by several
smaller streams from her aureoles that go off in all directions.  Her
nipples become multi-valent hydrants twin fountains of sex.



   "Pinch my nee-pulls harder!  Pinch them harder, Steef, darling..."



   I milked her more vigorously, really working her tits now.  Another
series of warm sprays spattered my face and chest.



   "Oh, that's SO GOOD," she sighed in erotic bliss, her eyelashes
fluttering.  She put her hands behind her head again.  "Oh, hyu do eet SOOO
GOOOOD!  How do hyu know how to do eet SOOO GOOOD?"



   I kissed her.  "You forget, I grew up on a farm back in Ohio, Maria
darling.  I've milked cows a thousand times."



   Maria brought her hands down to stop my milking action.  "Steef, eet has
been four hours sense I last nursed Markie.  My nipples are feeling thees
beeg pressure: I ham very full..."



   She moved her lips against my ear, her breath hot.  "Please, suck them!"



   She put her hands on either side of my head and gently lowered my face
to her wet-nurse bosom.



   I used my hands to press her huge, slippery-soft white mammaries
together so her nipples were only a few inches apart.  Now my tongue could
move easily back and forth from one point to the other.  I thrust out my
tongue and dragged it slowly and deliberately over her aureoles, tasting
and washing their pebbled texture.  I paused at her nipples only to
tongue-flick them briefly, before running my tongue around her saucer-sized
aureoles again.



   "Oh, don't tease me!" Maria begged.  "Don't tease my teeties!  Suck
them, Steef!  I beg you to suck them!  Don't make me wait...I need it, I
need it soooooo bad!...Suck on my nipples!  Please, please, please, please!
Oh, suck my nipples!  Suck them right NOW!"



   I opened my mouth as wide as I could and glommed onto her left nipple. I
circled her nipple-tip with my tongue, then captured it firmly between the
front of my tongue and the roof of my mouth.  I sucked it deep and hard,
with sloppy saliva washing around it.



   "Ahh!" she cried sharply.  "Jess, jess!  SUCK me!"



   My tongue rapidly her helpless nipple up and down like a light switch.



   Maria groaned and squirmed, her hands caressing the back of my head and
mashing my face more firmly into her heavy, warm bosom.  Curling my tongue
into a tight roll, I pressed its point into the deep X-shaped pucker of the
tip of her nipple and diddled it.



   Again, Maria cried sharply.  "Jess!  Oh, jess!"



   I opened my mouth much wider, almost unhinging my jaw, as if I were
trying to swallow her entire breast, and sucked in the pink half-sphere of
her huge, bell-shaped aureole.  My tongue washed over and around its soft,
honeyed texture.



   With my other hand, I pinched and tweaked her free nipple, pulling it
out and upward, stretching and twisting the rubbery knob as if trying to
pull it off.  I lifted the entire weight of her heavy right breast by its
nipple...then reverse-twisted her nipple-tip in a casual half-turn.



   Maria gasped with exquisite, unbearable sensation.  She arched her back,
shoving her left jug even more firmly into my mouth, her hands cupping the
back of my head and pulling me hard against her.



   In her excitement, she lapsed into the Castilian Spanish of her
childhood.



   "SUUUCK-ay, SUUUUCK-ay!" she groaned.



   I continued to suck her nipples hungrily into my lips, capture them
between my teeth, pull back my head to stretch them, then open my mouth
release them, over and over, with powerful rhythmic pulls.  Each release
made a soft, wet "plop" sound.



   "Oh!" Maria cried.  "My milk ees coming!  Eet ees coming!"



   Suddenly my mouth flooded with a hot, forceful stream of liquid.  Her
breast milk splashed against the back of my throat.  The taste was unlike
anything I'd tasted before, a sweet warm ambrosia with an unexpected
sharpness.



   Maria shuddered in ecstasy.  "Oh, JESS!  On, Steef, hyu nurse on me! 
Hyu nurse on my teeties!"



   I sucked with the desperate greed of a thirsty man who has stumbled in
from the desert.  I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed.  I moved
from left breast to right breast and back again.  I gave her tits no letup:
breathing through my nose, keeping my mouth firmly on her nipples.  I
sucked sloppily, coating her titties with my saliva as she pumped squirt
after squirt of sweet nectar down my throat.



   "Oh, jess," Maria sighed.  "Suck me like that, like that!  Oh, my
nipples!  My nipples have never felt so sensitive!  Oh, you're sucking on
my big, sensitive nipples!  Oh, jess, do my NIPPLES!  My NIPPLES, my
NIPPLES!!!  Markie doesn't a-suck me like thees...oh, eet's so good,
Steef...oh, hyu suck me so hard, so hard!  Oh, hyu force thee milk out of
my teeties!"



   I could feel the tip of her nipple swelling and expanding, growing even
larger and harder in my mouth.



   "Oh, jessssss," Maria cried, half mumbling to herself.  "Oh, I luff how
hyu nurse on my nipples, Markie..."



   Was she conscious that she had called me Markie, her pet name for her
infant?



   I kept sucking, my free hand going to Maria's pussy.  She was wearing
only a tiny pair of white panties and her high-heeled sandals.  As I sucked
on her tits, I slid my hand inside her panties and found her vulva was
shaved bare.



   Wordlessly, Maria opened her legs to accommodate me.  I used my thumb
and fingers to spread her outer lips slightly -- she was already sopping
wet.  Holding her vagina open with my index and little fingers, I gently
diddled her clitoris with the tip of my middle finger.



   Maria's hand reached to my crotch.  She snaked her hand into my smoking
jacket and closed her warm, strong fingers around my erect cock, which had
escaped through the front vent of my pajamas.



   Without relinquishing her grip on my cock, Maria used her other hand to
press my head away from her chest.  "Take me to bed," she said.  "Please,
Steef, take me to hyour bed..."





   Chapter Four



   Maria put her arms around my neck and kissed me as I carried her into my
bedroom.  I felt like a caveman, making off with his nubile captive and
secreting her to his cave for sexual ravishment.  I dropped her nearly nude
form on my king-sized bed.  Maria looked up at me, her lust-drugged eyes
eager and expectant as a bride on her honeymoon.



   "Take off your panties," I said.



   Maria hooked her fingers into the waistband of her tiny panties, lifting
her hips and then her legs to slide them down and off.  Her vulva looked
smooth and clean and plump as a peach.



   I bent my head to that bare, inviting spot between her legs. 
Gracefully, Maria spread her long, luscious thighs and lifted her pussy up
to my face.



   "Oh, suck me," she sighed.  "Eet's been so long, Steef...I need it, I
need it!"



   I used my fingers to spread her pussylips even wider apart so I could
see all of her, every intimate square centimeter.  Maria was a devout
health food nut, so there was no fishy smell between her legs.  Instead, I
breathed in the light, fresh scent of pure girl.  My hot eyes devoured her
moist, pink vaginal lips and her knobby clitoris.  I peered deep into the
recesses of her ridged, cavern-like inner vaginal walls.  To see inside her
pussy any deeper, I would need a miner's tin hat with headlamp.  Then I
lowered my face and sucked and tongued noisily, smearing my face around in
and against her pussy, sucking the sweet nectar of her hot, wide-open cunt.




   Maria cried aloud, her soft, vulnerable vulva pumping up and down under
my mouth.  Her hands groped and fidgeted in my hair.  I sucked on her
clitoris while I slid two fingers into her cunt.  I spread my fingers wide,
rubbed and stretched the inner walls of her pussy a bit, preparing it for a
larger visitor.  Her sopping cunny made distinct sloshing noises as I
rubbed its interior.



   "Oh, jess," Maria sighed over and over.  "Oh, jess.  Oh, jess..."



   I continued to lick and suck.  In seconds, her pussy was sopping wet,
her cunt-juice almost churning frothy with desire.  Her pussy needed to be
filled, fucked, stretched, dominated, conquered.



   I moved up to kneel between her splayed thighs, slid my hands under her
legs and lifted her hips.  Maria reached down, grabbing my cock in her left
hand while her right hand spread open her pussylips.  She eagerly guided my
cocktip to the opening of the honeypot between her thighs.



   "Jess, darling, I want hyu inside of me, Steef..."



   The rain continued drumming on the roof.



   I slipped the tip of my penis into her as softly as dusk slips into
night.  I leaned over her beautiful body, pushing myself deeper, and in
moments I was all the way inside her, savoring the almost unbearable
embrace of her tight, wet, warm channel.  Maria eagerly rolled her pelvis
up-and-down underneath me, giving my cock a smooth, sweet caress and
inviting me to begin thrusting.



   With her bare, shaved pussy, I felt as if I were fucking a chaste bride
on her wedding night.  I was a medieval warlord, an Arab sheik and harem
master, a Roman slave owner.  I was taking my pleasure with fresh, virginal
young woman whose pussy has become so over-ripe for fucking, that all its
juicy, peach-like softness and slippery eagerness first invites you to
deflower her, and then incites you to fuck her harder...to fuck her
deeper...to fuck her over and over...until you realize you long ago slipped
past the point of control, becoming a puppet of your own desire equally as
much as she is the prisoner of your lust.



   Tensing my buttocks, I began in-thrusting the erect shaft of my cock,
rolling it into her...and into her...and into her...smoothing out the
stalagmites and stalactites of her deep inner cunt-ridges...feeling myself
dominating her slick, loamy pussy with my big, powerful penis.



   "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" Maria groaned, looking helplessly up at me.



   She held nothing back, allowing me to look steadily into the black
infinity of her eyes as I fucked her.  She made no effort to hide the
endless depths of her need, but let me penetrate the ocean of her love and
desire.  An invisible electrical charge sparked in the space between our
eyes.  It raced down our spines.  The circuit connected and crackled where
the tip of my penis hit the inner wall of her vagina...



   Panting fast, mewling wordlessly, Maria reached up and held onto my
muscular arms.  She was holding on for safety, and simultaneously pulling
me deeper inside of herself, body and soul.  She was drawing me down, down,
down into the boiling, roiling vortex of her hot, tight,
honey-cunt...threatening to drown me in the delicious maelstrom of her
needing, grasping, inner being.



   Slowly and deliberately, I thrust inside her, taking her, then
withdrawing, taking her deeper still, withdrawing only to plunge ahead and
sound her depths yet again.  My hands roamed over the quivering breasts; my
lips and tongue nibbled at her ears, eyes, nose, mouth.  I was asserting
total possession of every intimate centimeter of Maria's helpless, lush,
nude body.  I fed her every centimeter of my penis, aching and throbbing in
the hot, gripping slide of her vulnerable, helpless cunt.



   I used my hands to spread her creamy white thighs even wider, causing
her vagina to gape open to its maximum possible width, nearly splitting her
in two.  I leaned into her, putting all my body weight behind my
cock...pushing my dick into the last millimeter of her vaginal chamber
until my rubbery penis-tip mashed up against the wall of her cervix.



   Maria gasped.  Her eyes flew wide open.  Her hands clutched helplessly
at my chest.  She cried out:



   "Oh!  OHHHHH!  Steef, what are hyu DOING!?  Where are hyu?"



   "I'm as deep inside you as I can get." I lowered my head and into her
ear: "Darling, inside that soft cock-knob is the hard point of my penis. 
I'm just grinding it and grinding it against your cervical wall."



   I have powerful, heavy-muscled buttocks.  I employed all their strength
to grind my throbbing, swollen glans-tip into her cervix...  greedily,
mercilessly squashing and grinding the hard tip of my penis against her
against her deepest inner wall.



   "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" Maria gasped, her eyes rolling and widening in surprise.
"My pussy ees on fire!"



   She was right; her internal temperature was going up.  I could feel the
heat searing my penis.  She was aroused by the physical sensations and also
by what she realized was happening inside of her.



   "Oh, Steef!  Eet feels like hyu are about to go THROUGH eet!  Nobody has
effer done thees to me before!  Oh, Steef, my lover, I never...I never...I
never..."



   "Is this what you want?" I whispered.  "A big, strong macho to take
control of you?  To take total possession of your body?  To dominate you in
bed?"



   "Jess!  Jess!"



   "Then take my penis, baby...Take all of my big, hard penis...Fuck you,
sweet darling...God knows I do love to fuck you."



   "Oh, Steef," she said and blushed.



   "Say, 'fuck me,' Maria darling...Say it," I urged her, crooning,
imploring, my cock still thrusting smoothly.



   "I cannot say thees!" Her blush rose to a furious scarlet.  Her Catholic
schoolgirl modesty again.  I knew these words of naked desire had never
passed her sweet, angelic lips.



   I kissed her nose, her eyes, her ears.  "Beg me to fuck you.  Say, 'fuck
me'...Your body is saying it already.  Give yourself permission to say the
truth out loud, baby.  Allow your mind and heart to acknowledge what your
body already knows..."



   My urgings struck home.  Maria could hardly deny it: her body was
silently shouting "fuck me" as her strained upward to meet my phallic
thrusts.



   She closed her eyes.  Timidly, a whisper: "I...I love how hyu fuck me."



   "Good girl.  Say the other, now.  Beg me to fuck you."



   "Oh, no -- " the last shreds of maidenly decorum restrained her.



   I thrust harder, faster.  I pinned her wrists over her head and bent my
lips to her bosom, smeared my face around her big tits, catching an erect
nipple in my mouth and semi-biting, semi-sucking on it.



   "Oh, Steef!" she cried.  "Oh, Steef!"



   Her resistance only caused my frenzy to grow.  My cock pounded savagely
away at her cunt, making her big, naked tits bounce heavily and obscenely
for my pleasure, her nipples flying up and down in lewd, beautiful circles.
I was fucking her pussy hard as I could, taking her with the mad passion of
a rutting bull.  "Say it!  Beg me to fuck you!"



   "Please, I can't, Steef!  I ham ashamed -- AHHH!!!!  AHHHH!!!"



   "Beg me to fuck you!" I continued pounding into her.  The headboard
slammed against the wall in a manic beat.  Slam slam slam slam slam!  "Say
it darling!" I commanded her.  "Say it!  Say 'Fuck me'!"



   "Fuck me!" Maria cried out, her voice breaking with the overpowering
heat of her desire.



   "Keep saying it!  Over and over!"



   Maria closed her eyes and tossed her head back and forth.  "FUCK ME! 
Please, oh, please, Steef -- fuck me!" she cried.  "Oh, FUCK me, FUCK me!
FUCKME!  FUCKME!!  FUCKME!!!!"



   Music to my ears...but I wanted to tear away the last remnants of her
defenses, to toss the last tiny scraps of her modesty to the wind.  I
intended to push her so far into naked wantonness that she could never go
back again.  Continuing my vigorous ravishment of her body, I kissed her
and said "Yes, my beautiful Maria...That's right, darling...You have every
right to say what you want, to voice what you need, to express what you
feel...in the most explicit possible language to the man who loves
you...Every right."



   She opened her eyes and looked up into mine, a terrible vulnerability in
her gaze longing for my approval.  I was swift to give it: "I love you. 
Fuck you, my beautiful Maria....Fuck you, sweet daring...Fuck you, adorable
angel...Keep saying it, darling..."



   "Oh, jess, FUCK ME like that!  Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" she
screamed, her whole body trembling.



   I deliberately began a series of shallow thrusts, teasing her pussy,
withholding the full length of my cock.  Maria strained for deeper
penetration, lifting her pussy up to meet me, but I held back.



   "Oh, Steef, please..." she groaned.



   "Do you want it deeper?" I whispered in her ear.



   "Jess, jess!"



   "Than say it..."



   "Deeper, do it deeper," she moaned.



   "Say it -- beg for it -- say, fuck me deeper."



   "Fuck me deeper!"



   "Yes...Yes...Fuck you, baby."



   I resumed deep, powerful thrusting.  My balls, heavy and sperm-swollen,
slapped hard into the back of Maria's engorged cunt-lips.  I slipped my
hands underneath her body and grabbed her buttocks, lifted her body right
off the bed, rapidly pivoting my hips and jackhammering my cock into her
cunt again and again.  Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!!!



   "This is what you need, honey.  A big dick fucking your pussy.  Fucking
and fucking your tight, hot, horny pussy.  Isn't it?  Tell me!"



   Maria screamed and shuddered.



   "Oh, yeeeesSSSSSS," she groaned.  "FUUUUUUCK me!  FUUUUUCK meeeeEEEE!"



   Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!!!



   "Ah!  Steef, mi amore!  Jess, jess, jess!!!"



   I withdrew from her, lay on my back and pulled her on top of me to
straddle my cock.  She lowered herself down onto my erect tower.  I began
to shove my cock upwards inside her.  I grabbed her hips and forced her to
fuck to my rhythm, making her jerk that soft shaved naked peach-beaver with
its hot wet pink split up and down on my monstrously swollen cock-pole.



   I grabbed her big muscular, round white ass-cheeks and pulled her
buttocks wide apart, kneading her cheeks and directing her fucking motions.



   "Come on, Maria darling, fuck me," I ordered.  "Show me how much you
want that big dick.  Fuck me, my beautiful cow."



   Maria obediently jerked her clit up and down and all around, her
deflowered honeypot taking all of my pole.  As she gyrated on top of me, my
curling public hair tickled her shaved, bare pussy-mound.  She groaned as
she fucked me.  Loose black strands of her hair flew around her face.  A
sheen of sweat gleamed on her body, and her pretty mouth sagged open in
lust and exertion.



   "Put your hands behind your head," I ordered her.  "Now shimmy those big
tits from side to side for me.  Come on, honey, shake your titties...SHAKE
YOUR BIG TITTIES!"



   Maria closed her eyes and obeyed, lacing her hands behind her head and
displaying her jugs like a harem slave in the pasha's pleasure palace,
eager to entice and gratify the sheik whose property she was.  She shimmied
her shoulders, making her huge, heavy tits bounce lewdly from side to side,
her nipples describing a wide wobbling swath.



   The sight was unbearably erotic to me.  My cock swelled up bigger,
twitched and jerked inside her cunt.



   I made her keep her hands behind her head while I grabbed her enormous
titty-jugs, squeezed them and slapped them together, bounced them up and
down in my hands, kneaded them like dough.  Drops of milk flew left and
right.



   "Are you my cow?  Are you my sexy, horny milk cow?"



   "Jess!  Jess!  I ham hyour cow!  Oh, Steef!"



   "Beg for it, darling!  You came here to beg for it...now beg for it!"



   "Jess, darling!  Milk me, Steef!  Milk my teeties!"



   I pinched her titty-tips hard, making her nipples spurt streams of milk
while she bounced up and down on me.



   "Oh jess, fuck me!  MILK me and FUCK me!  FUCK ME AND MILK ME!!!"



   Maria cried out and was done for, her eyes rolling back in her head,
arms flying over her head, breasts careening wildly from side to side and
up and down.  Her sweet-sloppy cunt squeezed and slipped and bucked and
ground and circled and spiraled around my huge, throbbing cock.







   Chapter Five



   With Maria teetering hysterically on the edge or orgasm I pulled out,
flipped her over and pulled her beautiful big ass up in the air.  Spreading
her thighs, I plunged again into her hot cunt.  I began fucking her from
the rear, reaching under her chest to tweak and squeeze her hanging,
swinging, bouncing, hefty Mother Earth cow-udders.  I tweaked and twisted
her nipples between my thumbs and fingers.



   Maria arched her back, pushing her deliciously round, squirming
globe-shaped buttocks upward and backward against my driving cock, giving
me a soft, submissive cushion.  The firm, round white flesh of her
ass-cheeks quivered with every thrust, every ramming home.



   "FUCK ME!" she cried like a bitch in heat, a shameless slut, a frenzied
whore.  "Oh, Steef, jess!!  FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!"



   I fucked her, reamed her, banged her, screwed her, balled her, raped
her, brutalized her.  Each thrust made a smacking sound as I drove home,
burying my cock to the hilt inside her helpless cunt...



   Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!



   I grabbed the soft white flesh of her ass, kneading it, jiggling the
eggs of flesh...



   "Oh, jess, jess!" she cried.  "Spank me, Steef!"



   I slapped her ass.  A quick, snapping blow.  The sting of my palm left a
rosy spot on her milk-white bottom.



   The bucking of Maria's big, soft ass grew more frenzied, as if she were
asking for more spanking.  I obliged, sending her egg-shaped buttocks into
double-time quivers, raining light, dancing swats on her butt till it
blushed bright red all over.



   Maria's tiny brown hands gripped and bunched the bedspread.



   Her heavy tits swayed and swung under her ribs, nipples pointing this
way and that.



   Her vagina clutched and squeezed at my penis, its deepest recesses
spasming to sharply pinch the sensitive, rubbery tip of my glans.  Over and
over, her inner cunt worked and pinched my penis-tip, like a tiny velvet
vise opening and closing on my super-sensitive cock head.



   "Oh, yes," I groaned, kneading her buttocks with my hands.  "Satisfy my
penis, baby...That's good...  That's right.  Satisfy my big, hard
penis...Come on, darling, squeeze my penis with your pussy...Yes, yes,
that's it...Don't hold back, baby...Give all of yourself to my penis..."



   Sweat poured off her body.  Our genitals were locked in sexual combat,
wet and slippery, slapping and slipping, no telling where her cunt stopped
and my cock started...



   Finally, she cried "I'm going to come!  Steef, please!"



   I reached down to finger her button, diddling her clitoris as I came
inside her.  Maria screamed as her cunt involuntarily palpitated around my
cock, her whole body vibrating like someone who has grabbed a live electric
wire.



   My loins boiled over with a white-hot spasm.  It started at the tips of
my toes and raced upwards, up my spine and simultaneously down from the top
of my head, the twin charges meeting at my balls, exploding out from my
groin and down the length of my cockshaft...pulsing like a powerful strobe
light along the full length of that wide-open sperm delivery tube that runs
down the center of my penis.



   It shocked me and pulsed me until I flew out of myself, surrendering
control and possession of my still-huge erection, surrendering myself to
coming, helplessly pumping my soul out of myself, oh yes, oh yes, my
consciousness leaping into her depths along with every hot jet of thick
white goo-sperm...



   My sperm jetted and urged and surged and shot again and again, a
jangling electric shock buzzing the sensitive tip of my penis and the
length of my sperm tube with each jolt of jism.  My hot, thick white fluid
arched into her deepest cunt-recesses, seeking her womb like an arrow shot
from the bowstring, speeding to the target, finding her cervix, fucking and
flooding her deep womanchannel cuntwomb...



   Our bodies spasmed, shuddered, tensed, broke.  Slapped together a few
more times.  Locked into place.  Clutched.  Squeezed.  Relaxed, collapsed,
suddenly and utterly drained of every last photon of energy...



   I pulled out of her and fell onto the wrinkled, sweat-soaked sheet
beside Maria.  She half-fell, half-rolled toward me, then lay panting and
sweating, her voluptuous olive-skinned body covered with a heavy sheen of
sweat and reeking of salty semen.  The bottomless black depths of her
pupils in those big, beautiful warm brown eyes spoke of profound love,
utter surrender, total romantic adoration and nerve-thumping sexual relief.



   After a few moments, I regained my breath and a bit of strength.  I
moved over a couple of inches and kissed her.



   Maria murmured meaningless, happy noises and kissed me back, weak as a
kitten.  Our lips brushed each other, soft as butterfly wings in moist fog.
After a few kisses, she shifted her shoulders and lifted a heavy breast in
her palm.



   "Suck it," she crooned, pushing her nipple to my mouth.  "Nurse on my
titties...suck my nipples."



   "There's more?"



   She smiled -- pride, love and desire mixed in her eyes.  "Jess, I haff
more."



   I nestled my head into her full, soft, lolling bosoms and lapped at one
nipple.  After a few tugs, the flow of milk started.



   "Talk sexy to me," she moaned, closing her eyes.  "I luff eet when hyu
talk sexy to me."



   "I love your udders," I murmured.  "My beautiful cow."



   "Oh, God!  Steef darling..." She pushed her huge, soft breast more
firmly into my mouth.



   As I nursed on her boob, I reached down, found her vulva, and began
diddling her clitoris.  Maria spread her legs to give me access to her
peach-cunt.  I lifted my lips and murmured in her ear: "I'm so thirsty to
suck on your big, pink, milk-gushing nipples..."



   "Oh, God!" She reached for my penis.



   "Squirt that milk, Maria.  Give me your milk.  Spurt your milk for me,
my beautiful fuck-cow.  I'm going to nurse and nurse on your big, heavy,
Mother Earth udder-tits..."



   Maria groaned as her jugs involuntarily pumped a heavier volume of milk
from both nipples.  I returned to nursing on her.



   "Next year," I breathed, lifting my lips from her extended nipple, "I'll
make you pregnant again.  Your tits will grow even bigger than they are
now. They'll be 52 double-G's.  When the baby's born, you'll be lactating
all the time, year round."



   "Ohmigod," Maria murmured.  Her warm brown hand jacked my cock up and
down.



   My lips nibbled on the tip of her nipple.  My hand caressed the soft,
sopping-wet lips of the plump, naked peach between her legs.



   "I'll milk you and suck you and fuck you...every day...six times a day."



   "Ahhh!" Maria cried, pulling my penis toward her cunt.



   "I'll put the baby on one teat, darling, and I'll suck the other.  Both
of your tits will be nursed on, helplessly pumping out gallons of milk,
while I slide my big, hard cock in and out of your pussy."



   She orgasmed again.  "Fuck me some more," she begged.  Her hand urgently
raced up and down the shaft of my penis.  "Will hyu fuck me again now?" she
pleaded.



   "Not yet," I said, getting up on my knees.



   "W-why not?" she said weakly.



   "Because, darling, right now I'm going to fuck your big, beautiful
tits."



   I straddled her chest, cupping her huge round bazooms in my hands and
sliding my aching cock between them.



   "Oh, Steef," she breathed dreamily, "I haff always wanted hyu to make
luff to my teeties...Oh, jess...Fuck my teeties...Fuck my teeties.  Fuck my
beeg, a-soft, a-teeties..."



   Maria laced her hands under her chin and used her forearms to squeeze
her breasts together, squashing the monster mammaries around my cock.  They
made soft, warm white cushions, shiny and slick with sweat.  I tit-fucked
her, riding her enormous jugs.  I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers, began pulling them straight up, stretching them out.  I
stretched the soft, vulnerable nipple-flesh four and five inches.



   Maria cried out, looking up helplessly at me, wondering at the depths of
my passion, marveling at the power of my sexual domination.



   As I pulled and stretched her nipples upward, Maria's tits extended like
inverted tornados of flesh, wobbling and dancing on her chest....jumping
and jiggling as my nipple-pinching fingers commanded, jerking her titties
like two globular marionettes on strings.



   Soon Maria's tits were pumping out the milkstreams again, and she began
sobbing with happiness and relief.



   "Oh, jess!" Maria cried, tears streaming from her eyes as fresh spouts
of milk shot out of her nipples.



   I came all over her big, beautiful mammaries.  They looked so beautiful,
covered with mother's milk and white, sticky semen.



   Maria looks at her breasts and then at me.  Suddenly she breaks into
vigorous sobs, tears streaming down her face.  I suspect it is a
combination of good-girl guilt and sheer, physical relief that her long
pent-up sexual desire has finally been satisfied.



   I kiss her, hold her close.  "I love you, Maria, I want you to be my
wife," I say.  "My dearest darling, will you marry me?"



   "Jess!  Jess!  Jess, Steef!" she sobs.  We kiss.  Eventually her tears
subside.  Maria falls into a deep, sound sleep.







   Chapter Six



   Now it is two AM.  We have slept a few hours, then reawakened and
resumed our passion.



   Outside, the rain has finally stopped.  A soft summer breeze blows
through the open French doors.  A ceiling fan rotates slowly over the bed.
But indoors the air is heavy and humid.  We are both working hard, sweating
profusely.



   Maria is, if anything, more passionate now that she knows she is
legitimately fucking her fianc.  She is keenly aware of the Church's
dictate that sex should only be performed between married partners " and
then not too often.  Yet she is equally loyal to the Spanish nobility's
traditional ideal of a good wife, whereby the virtuous woman must be
sexually available to serve and please her husband as often as he desires,
and in whatever fashion he wishes.  Indeed, Castilian honor demands that in
the privacy of the marriage bed, a truly noble wife should be as
responsive, wanton, and orgasmic as possible.



   So now Maria is naked, on her hands and knees.  She is groaning, her
brown fists bunching the semen-stained sheets as I pound into her from
behind.  Her watermelon-sized jugs sway heavily back and forth as I take
her.  Her full, round buttocks jiggle and quiver deliciously as our
genitals slap together and slide apart.



   "My husban'," she moans.  "Tell me hyou will be my husban', mi
esposa..."



   I am standing naked behind her, my feet spread slightly apart on the
parquet wood floor, my knees pressing hard against the side of the
mattress. My nine-inch penis is rock-hard, despite my having come twice
already during this lovemaking session.



   "Yes, darling," I say, knowing it increases her pleasure.  "I will marry
you before God and the whole world.  I will be your esposa.  You will be my
wife.  I will take you into my marriage bed every night.  I will worship
and adore you forever."



   I meant every word.



   Again and again my cock plunges to the depths of her hot, liquid
honey-pot.  With my every in-thrust, Maria flings her ass up to me and
pushes it back against me.  Our bodies make a moist smack-smack-smacking
sound as we fuck, my groin banging against her lovely, full, upturned,
bottom.



   "In the Church?" she asks, wiggling her ass deliciously.  "Will hyu
marry me...in the Church?"



   "You know I am not a Catholic," I say.  "But if it makes you happy, yes
we will marry in a Church.  As long as I can remain outside it."



   Maria arches her back to lift and spread her buttocks, offering me the
solidly cushioned foundation of her beautiful backside to batter myself
against.



   "I don't know, I don't know," she moans.  Inevitably, her lewd pose also
reveals the puckered pink star of her anus, exposed gloriously to my view.



   "I can see everything you've got, darling.  I can see all of your
beautiful ass.  Now shake your ass for me."



   Maria blushes.  Her verbal modesty is gone but a trace of physical
shyness remains.  She considers this portion of her anatomy to be somehow
dirty, or at least vulgar.  Therefore, all of this displaying and knowing
and knowing-displaying, strongly embarrasses her.



   "Please, Steef...don't look at my anus.  Don't look, don't look!"



   But she obediently shakes her ass to please me.



   Below her anus, I can also see my penis sliding in and out of her pussy.
I can see the inner lips of her vagina pulled out, sucking at my penis with
every withdrawal, making a wonderful squishing noise.



   "Look at that beautiful pussy," I say.  "Look how your pussylips cling
to my cock.  Your pussy wants my cock, baby.  Tell me..."



   "Jess, my pussy wants hyour cock..."



   Maria knows that I can see it.  And she is deeply excited by this
knowledge and deeply ashamed of it.  Yet her shame is heightening her
arousal.  She is moaning softly, in English and Spanish: my darling, my
estrella...



   "Look at me," I command.



   Maria opens her eyes.  She gazes straight ahead, into the
floor-to-ceiling mirrored doors of the closet beside my bed.  Our eyes meet
in the glass.



   There is a kind of confession in her look.  Her great doe-like, Bambi
eyes take in both of us, with a helpless honesty that sees everything,
hides nothing.



   "Look at me, Maria darling."



   Our gazes lock.  She sees my own devouring lust for her and she submits
totally to it, in love and honor.  As she submits to her own.  She does not
look away.  She does not pretend not to feel what she feels.



   "Does it matter where we get married?" I ask.  I slam my cock into her
extra hard.



   "AH!!!" she cries.  Then, "No!  No!  I weel marry hyu anywhere, Steef
darling!"



   Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!



   As I fuck her, our eyes remain locked.  Maria cannot look away.  She
sees me in the act of recognizing her lust, sees me taking in her total
capitulation to my sexual mastery.  In that electric moment Maria knows
that I own her...that she belongs utterly to me, because I know the utmost
depths of her desire.  And she knows that I know that she knows that I
know...



   Is this not the very definition of intimacy?



   "You're mine, Maria darling," I say.  "You're going to be my wife, very
soon."



   "Jess!  Jess!"



   "It doesn't matter if we're married in a church or a synagogue, or on
the steps of city hall.  It doesn't matter if we make our vows before a
priest or a preacher or a rabbi or God Himself.  You belong to me."



   "Jess, darling..."



   "And I am going to fuck you into a frenzy every day and night for the
rest of your life.  Menstruating or not, pregnant or not, headache or not.
You're going to spread your legs for your husband whenever I say."



   "Jess, I weel, I weel!" she cries, her eyes still captured by mine.



   I bend over her, slide my hands under her torso.  I cup her enormous
slippery bouncing tits, getting a firm grasp on her engorged nipples, and
pinch them.  She groans.  I knead her big nipples, twist them, pull them
downward and outward.  As I do this I gaze into the mirror -- at my
powerful hands mauling her breasts, and at Maria's beautiful features
contorted with lust, love, and " something else.  Perhaps gratitude.



   Perhaps relief.



   "Put your head down on the bed, darling," I command her.  "Spread your
ass wider."



   Maria obeys, dropping her face and shoulders down on the bed to raise
her ass even higher, giving me greater access to her twat.



   "That's a good girl.  Now spread your legs farther."



   Her knees slide farther apart.



   I take the firm globes of her buttocks in my hands, kneading them and
spreading them wide.  Then I take hold of her hips.  I slam the diamond
point of my penis-tip against Maria's cervix.  I punish her cervix like a
blacksmith hammering an anvil.  I mercilessly jerk her body back to me as I
thrust into her.



   Each time my penis strikes her cervical wall, Maria cries out: "Ah!  Ah!
Ah!"



   She slaps the flat of one hand on the bed.  She bucks and strains,
welcoming me and submitting to me as her sexual conquistador.  She wriggles
her bottom lasciviously from side to side, inviting me to penetrate her
further, to settle in deeper, if possible.



   I accept her invitation.  I push myself in to the hilt.  Buried inside
her, I stop thrusting.  Slowly, teasingly, I grind the tip of my cock
against her cervix, pressing steadily, boring relentlessly against the
vulnerable softness of it...grinding as hard as I can...



   Maria's strong body trembles involuntarily.  Her pussy spasms vise-like
around my penis.  She is building toward another towering orgasm that will
short-circuit every nerve in her being.



   "I love hyu!," she sobs.  "I love you, I love you!"



   "Squeeze my cock with your pussy," I order her.



   Maria's talented vaginal muscles begin to squeeze and caress the entire
length of my penis.  Her slick channel milks my cock from top to bottom,
like a sexual python swallowing and crushing its prey.  Using those
mysterious muscles deep inside her body, she tweaks the tip of my penis
again.



   Exquisite.  I have never known any other woman who could do this so
expertly, so powerfully.  It feels as if the head of my cock is being
pinched by a tiny clamshell opening and closing on the tip.



   "Fuck me, darling," Maria begs.  "Take all of me, all of me..."



   I hold onto her hips and throw my head back, moaning in pleasure.  I am
coming!  I am coming...  My climax is an aching flood of hot, sticky semen
spurting deep inside her.  It goes on and on and on.  Some remote part of
my mind wonders, fleetingly, where it comes from.



   Maria absorbs my seed inside herself, absorbs my sticky viscous fluid
into her slick vaginal walls.  Into her soft cervix.  Into her feathery
womb.  The overflow of sperm that she can't absorb, oozes from her vagina
with every slow, thrusting piston-pump of my cock.



   A few minutes later, I lay beside Maria, kissing her eyes and nose and
lips, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear.  She is limp, a life sized
rag-doll.  She gazes up into my eyes with a mixture of love and wonder. 
Her arms wrap around me and she buries her face in my neck.  Her heavy
breasts loll against my chest.  Maria kisses my neck and ear over and over.



   "Oh, I luff how hyu fuck me," she whispers.  "I luff hyou, I luff hyou,
Steef..."



   "I love you, too," I say.





   Chapter Seven



   It is three-thirty AM.  The rain has resumed, but now it patters softly
on the roof.  Maria sleeps heavily and peacefully in my arms.



   I can't believe it.  My penis is erect again, pulsing, standing up in
the cool night air.



   Shall I awaken Maria and enter her again?  No, that would be too much
even for me.  Masturbation?  Unsatisfying, and besides it would take
forever to climax that way.



   A delicious temptation occurs to me.  I could attempt parting Maria's
buttocks and ease my cock inside of her from behind, then gently fuck her
while she slumbers away.  That would be a very sweet pleasure.  Her vagina
is still well lubricated, I'm sure of it...



   I slip my hand between her legs.  Her sleeping pussy is still hot and
sloppy, sloppy wet.  Perfect.  Her ripe, sexy body is made for fucking,
even when her mind is drifting in slumberland.



   I snuggle up to Maria's bottom.  With one hand I gently spread her
ass-cheeks.  With the other hand, I delicately push the head of my penis
into her moist, welcoming cunt.  Maria murmurs something in her sleep, but
otherwise she doesn't stir.



   I push myself in further.  My penis slides right to her depths. 
Incredible...Her tight, hot vagina feels wonderful, so wet and gently
clasping.  Her bottom is so soft and smooth and warm.  I slide my penis
even deeper inside her, as deep as I can.



   Her tits...I have to get my hands on those incredible big-tipped
gazongas.



   But what if she wakes up?



   If she wakes up, she wakes up.  I'm her future husband, I can take her
whenever I want, awake or asleep...I slide my hands around Maria's torso
and cup my palms and fingers around her huge, warm flesh mounds.  Her
nipples spring erect.  I gently caress them, rolling them between my thumbs
and forefingers.



   "Mmmm, jess...my titties, my titties," Maria says in her sleep.



   She sighs deeply.  I begin thrusting softly inside her.  I am rewarded
with a new flood of vaginal moisture lubricating my cock.  Her bottom rolls
slowly, comfortably against me.  Her pussy reflexively squeezes my cock
while I knead and squeeze her 48FF breasts.



   She snores lightly.



   I'm fucking the woman of my dreams in her sleep, without her permission.
Technically it could be argued that this is a form of rape.  The thought
excites me.  Even more exciting, I am taking lascivious pleasure in using
Maria's own lust to obliterate the last vestiges of her spiritual
goody-goodiness.  When false modesty is gone, her deep, essential goodness
will remain, shining even more beautifully clear.



   Maria murmurs something in Spanish.  Then she says: "That's
good...that's good."



   For ten minutes I pump my cock in and out of Maria's unconscious body.
Finally I come inside of her one final, ball-draining time, clutching and
kneading her breasts in my eager hands while the last drops of my sperm fly
into her cunt.



   "Oh, jessss," Maria sighs.



   My sore penis slips out of her.  My testicles ache.



   My sleeping fianc rolls over onto her back, breathing deeply and evenly.
She never woke up.



   Sometime after five in the morning, I finally doze off.





   Chapter Eight



   Seven AM.  Sunlight pours into the room.  I wake to a feeling of intense
physical pleasure.  I was dreaming that Maria was felating me...



   Am I still dreaming?  I open my eyes.



   I see Maria's head bobbing up and down, her eyes closed, her lovely
mouth sucking my rampant penis.  Her soft, dry hand fondles and caresses my
balls.  The gamy scent of a night's hard sex permeates the air.



   I gently lift Maria's head away from my cock.  She smiles, looks at me
questioningly.  I press her onto her back and now she is spread-eagled
beneath me.  Her knees are lifted, thighs spread wide.  She is cupping her
enormous breasts in her hands, pushing her big nipples upward like an
offering.



   "Suck them," she murmurs.



   I suck briefly on her nipples, then move lower to lap at her honeyed
cunt.  She wraps her legs around my head, groaning and pivoting her pussy
up to my tongue.



   I move to kneel between her legs.  My huge, aching cock towers out over
her bare, shaved pussy and her trim belly.



   "Put eet in me," she begs.



   I push my erect cock deep into her superheated core.  Maria's cunt has
got to be sore from last night's repeated poundings, but it's still so wet!
I begin to thrust, gently.



   Maria urges me onward, onward.  She urges me to fuck her harder with her
frantically bucking hips, her up-thrusting pelvis, her lemon-squeezer cunt.
She urges me with her loving-needing eyes and her lightly-kicking heels on
the backs of my thighs.



   "Fuck me," she moans.  "Fuck me..."



   I fuck harder.  The headboard of the bed frame beats rapidly and
repeatedly against the wall.  Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!
It goes on and on, like a monotonous drummer who only knows one endless,
insistent rhythm.



   Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!



   "Fuck me baby!" she cries.



   "Put your hands behind your head," I command her.  "Shake those big,
beautiful tits for me, darling."



   "Jess, jess," she cries, lacing her fingers behind her head as ordered.
"I shake my teeties for hyu, darling..."



   My eyes fixate hotly on the blurring, bouncing motion of her massive
melons.  Her jugs jounce crazily up and down on her chest.  Drops of milk
fly from her nipple-tips.



   I look into her eyes.  Black pools of infinity gaze steadily back.  I
have to have her.  I will marry her as soon as possible.  And get her
pregnant as soon as possible.  I am wild to possess all of her.  I am
desperate to fuck Maria into final surrender, to fuck her so deeply that I
penetrate to the last molecule of her soul.



   "Say you love me!" I gasp.  "Tell me that you love me..."



   "I love hyu!" Maria pleads.  "I do love hyu, I do I do I do...I love
hyu! Mi esposa!  "My husban', my estrella, mi esposa!"



   Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang, goes the headboard against the wall.



   She gives and gives.



   I take and take.



   When we orgasm, my penis goes through the muscular spasm of ejaculation,
but I have no fluids left to give.  Our bodies part.



   Maria kisses me and pushes herself out of bed.  Demurely, she covers her
sweat- and semen-stained nakedness with a large bath towel.



   "Where are you going?" I say.



   "To nurse Markie.  Weel hyu come later?" She touches her tits with an
embarrassed smile.  "To help me weeth thee milk?"



   "Of course darling.  We can tell your mother about our engagement.  And
we have to pick a date."



   Maria bends down and kisses me on the forehead with great tenderness. 
"Go back to sleep, mi estrella," she murmurs.  "I will need your strength
later..."



   She showers, dresses, and slips out the door.  I roll over and let heavy
waves of sleep begin to wash over me.  Before I sink into unconsciousness,
the last thing I see, through my bedroom window, is the brilliant blue sky
over the City of Angels.



   As I said, it almost never rains in L.A.



   But when it does, it's a monsoon.



   END "ANGEL IN THE RAIN"



   
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