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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2004



Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail 
at henlar@hotmail.com.


This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Mat Twassel and Shae for editing the story.


Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.
A Little Different.

Chapter 4



Our marriage had never been better. Even the world around us seemed better. 
The summer weather was great for once and on top of everything we were going 
to have our holidays shortly. We were mainly to stay at home but we had 
booked a short trip to Berlin by bus. It was cheap and with the mortgage on 
the house to be paid we had to be careful about our spending.

It was two weeks after the wonderful Saturday night and one week before our 
holidays began. We had our weekly group meeting at work. I was in the 
post-sales support group, which meant that I was helping the customers with 
the installation and necessary customisation of our packaging machines. I 
had been in the department for close to two years, ever since I finished my 
apprenticeship as an electronics technician.

There were six of us in the group, five technicians working in different 
fields, and a section manager. This Monday we were probably going to discuss 
the same thing we had discussed over and over again the last five months: 
the new case-handling system. It had cost a fortune and was meant to help us 
in our daily work, but the effect was the opposite. The system was flawed, 
and despite our computer department's best efforts, the system still didn't 
perform like it was supposed to. It was a standard system, customised by our 
computer department, and there was a constant battle between the supplier 
and our people as to who was to blame for the errors and lack of 
performance.

We had just started the meeting when our section manager, Daniel, was call 
to the department manager's office. We postponed the meeting and went about 
our business. I was in and out of the office all the time and I didn't 
notice that John, one of my older colleagues, had left until he returned. He 
came through the door walking like a sleepwalker with a strange, 
expressionless look on his face. Normally he moved faster and although he 
was a quiet guy, he was usually smiling. Carl, one of my other colleagues, 
had noticed the difference, too.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked.

"I've been fired," John answered.

His voice was monotone. He sat down in his chair and began to open the 
drawers in his desk, taking out his things and putting them in a plastic 
bag.

"Daniel has been fired, too," he continued.

"What!" Carl said. "Come on. You must be joking. What are you talking about? 
Fired?"

Everything about John told me that it was no joke. It was unreal. They 
couldn't fire John or Daniel. Where would they go to get a new job? This was 
the only factory in our little town; no other jobs were to be found within a 
hundred miles or so, unless you were extremely lucky or wanted to be a 
farmhand or fisherman. Besides, the company was doing fine and making a good 
profit every year. We had plenty of work.

"Did they just tell you to go pack your things? I mean, why did they...?" I 
asked.

"They said they were expecting a stagnation in the market. You will all be 
called to the lunchroom later for a briefing."

John got up, took his plastic bag and walked mechanically out of the office.

We were in a state of shock. Carl was furious.

"A stagnation! What the hell are they talking about? We have plenty of 
orders and thanks to that wonderful system we can hardly keep up. How are we 
going to do our fucking jobs with fewer people?"

"Like we always have to do: work harder for the same pay," Peter answered.

Peter had been in the company forever and he was a pessimistic and cynical 
bloke. Carl was about to say something about leaving but Peter interrupted 
him.

"Where will you go? You can either commute for three or four hours a day, 
minimum, or you can move. You think you can sell your house at a price that 
will allow you to buy one in the city?"

We discussed the situation until we were called to the meeting John had 
mentioned. Here, we got a vague explanation about unexpected competition 
from some Asian companies, but the more the head of personal said, the more 
absurd it sounded. From the questions that some of the others asked it began 
to dawn on me what the real reason was. Somebody, probably the department 
manager, had promised the board that the new computer system would make us 
more efficient, meaning that fewer people could do the job. Since the system 
had already cost a lot more than predicted, the department manager was out 
to save his own skin, proving that the savings on personnel he had promised 
the board were real.

We got one new piece of information: Our group was merged with the technical 
support people. We were still to handle post-sale support, but also ordinary 
maintenance. We could do the job, no doubt about that. The problem was that 
the rest of the technical staff knew little about the tasks we normally 
handled. Just to add to the expected shortage of manpower, three people had 
been fired in the technical support department. "Rationalisation", they 
called it. By merging the two groups we could achieve "synergy" and work 
more "dynamically". We wouldn't have to sit around and "wait for work" in 
our separate groups. I guess the theory was fine, but sitting around waiting 
for something to do was an unfamiliar situation.

The changes were to be carried out immediately, meaning the next day. The 
company had given the people who had been laid off a generous extra month's 
pay and they didn't even need to show up at work. That announcement was met 
by a wall of silence. What did they expect, standing ovations?

The technical support group was twelve people, excluding the three people 
fired. We were only four, so we moved into their offices. We had a meeting 
with our new section manager and he was even more frustrated than we were, 
but he couldn't discuss it with us. He was caught between a rock and a hard 
place. All he said was that it had been either him or Daniel, and Daniel had 
apparently pulled the shortest straw. We were told to move into our new 
offices the following day.

The last four days before my holidays passed in a daze. We did our jobs 
routinely but there was little enthusiasm left. When Friday finally arrived 
I needed a holiday more than I had ever needed one before. Lisa was 
naturally shocked as well, but she was relieved that it was John and not me 
who had been sacked. I couldn't see it that way. John was a friend and he 
had a family to support. It was going to be harder for him to get a job than 
it would have been for me, considering that he was close to fifty. Lisa 
understood, but we decided not to spoil our holidays talking about it. I 
needed to get my thoughts away from work and relax.

The first couple of days were spent at home, and I managed to forget about 
work surprisingly fast. Every now and then I remembered, but I pushed the 
gloomy thoughts away and concentrated on having a good time with Lisa. She 
had an insatiable appetite for me and it seemed genuine. Maybe she wanted to 
divert my thoughts. Our love life had been on hold from Wednesday the week 
before, first because of her period, then because I was too distracted by 
the events at work to do anything but sleep at night.

I was hardly awake on Saturday morning before she mounted me and rode us 
both to climax. Like most men I often woke up with an erection, but luckily 
my need to relieve my bladder could be postponed. I never gave it one 
thought how she could be ready to mount, but she was. I only noticed one 
unusual thing: it was the first time she took the initiative.

After breakfast we went shopping until lunch. It was nice warm weather and 
we decided on outside activities. I washed the car while Lisa mowed the 
lawn. Just as I finished the job, Lisa came out from the back garden.

"God, it's hot," Lisa complained when we had finished. "I need to cool off."

"I can take care of that," I said.

I was still holding the gun-like nozzle of the hose and I pointed it in her 
direction, even though the car shielded her. Instead of fleeing Lisa turned 
and walked towards me, away from the protection of the car.

"You wouldn't dare," she said.

I was still aiming at her as she came closer. The nozzle was set to produce 
a soft spray and she would have to be within five or six feet from me if the 
water was going to hit her.

"Don't tempt me."

"You wouldn't," she giggled.

The temptation was overwhelming. I squeezed the trigger and released it 
again, producing a short, soft, but massive spray that splashed on the 
paving a couple of feet from Lisa. She just giggled and kept coming towards 
me.

"Hold it right there!" I said out loud when she was about four feet from me.

I said it in much the same way a cowboy would have said it in a western 
movie and she stopped.

"I got you now," I smirked.

"You wouldn't," she said.

"I would!"

With that I released a massive shower over her. The cold water momentarily 
numbed her and she gasped like a fish out of water. Then she screamed.

"YOU - YOU ... IT'S COOOOOLD!"

"Sure it's cold," I grinned.

She lunged forward and we began fighting for control of the hose. Within 
seconds we were both soaked, but it took a few minutes of cheerful fighting 
before we negotiated a ceasefire and turned off the water. We had made a lot 
of noise, but fortunately our house was out of town and we had no immediate 
neighbours.

"We got to get out of these wet clothes," Lisa said.

"I can help you," I said and tugged her shirt up over her stomach.

"Not out here!"

She giggled nervously and it was hard to make up my mind whether she wanted 
me to strip her here or not. I chose the easy solution.

"Then you better hurry inside!" I said.

She hesitated briefly but made up her mind and ran towards the house. I 
followed swiftly and caught up with her in the bedroom. We began a new 
friendly fight, this time pulling the clothes off each other. Naked we 
tumbled over on the bed and soon my face was buried between Lisa's thighs. 
Lisa came quickly and I sat up between her legs, enjoying the sight of her 
hot body, covered in a sheen of sweat.

Instead of getting on top of her I pulled her up on my thighs until her 
pussy touched the underside of my cock. She raised herself in an attempt to 
get my cock inside, but despite several attempts she failed. I took matters 
in my own hand, guiding my cock into her.

We had little room to move in this position and she had to do most of it. It 
was difficult; if she moved too much I fell out, but she found a slow 
undulating rhythm, which looked very sexy from my point of view. I caressed 
her thighs moving closer and closer to her pussy. I was pretty sure her clit 
was too sensitive to be touched directly, but with my thumbs I began to 
massage her full labia, indirectly touching her clit.

I could last forever in this position and certainly long enough for Lisa to 
have a second orgasm. The only problem was the strain on the muscles in my 
thighs. I was sitting with my legs folded up under me and by the time her 
orgasm was over my legs needed stretching. I prepared to get on top of her 
in the old-fashioned missionary way, but Lisa pushed me off.

I thought she was going to mount me like she had this morning, but instead 
she moved down between my legs and kissed my cock gently on the tip. What 
followed was exquisite and I was only able to endure it because I had come 
only hours earlier. She spent the next five minutes kissing, licking and 
sucking my cock. Then she was ready to sink herself onto my protruding cock. 
Her back was straight and her inside tickled the tip of my cock.

I had never thought of Lisa as a girl who could have three consecutive 
orgasms, but the look on her face as she began to rotate her hips with me as 
deep as possible inside told me she was going to come one more time if I 
could hold back long enough.

I did manage to hold back, but by the first orgasmic contraction of Lisa's 
pussy I lost it and pushed hard upwards. Shivering she let herself fall 
forward over me. It took about five seconds before I joined her.


The following days were much the same. We made love two or three times a day 
with Lisa in a leading role as much as me. It left me with little time to 
think about my job. The only other thing I thought about was Thursday and 
our trip to Berlin.




Chapter 5.


Berlin is by no means far away. An hour and half to get to the ferry and on 
the German side a few hours drive, the last hour spent in a queue, trying to 
get to the centre of Berlin. The queue started in the suburbs and was caused 
by roadwork all the way to Alexanderplatz where our hotel was. The bus moved 
at walking speed more or less, but eventually we were there.

We had planned what we wanted to see. Naturally, we were going to see 
Brandenburger Tor, Kurf�rstendam, what was left of The Wall, and the 
Television tower. Those are the kind of tourist attractions you just have to 
see. Lisa was very keen on a museum called the Pergamon Museum. The Reichtag 
with the new glass dome on top was also something we had to see. Last but 
not least, we wanted to go to the zoo to see the giant panda. Berlin Zoo was 
just about the only place in Europe where you could see a panda.

After checking into the hotel we took a walk. We were ideally located and 
could walk from Alexanderplatz, passing a building call Rote Rathaus, a big 
red brick building that used to be the town hall. Then we passed the 
Museuminsel, a small island in the river with several big museums, and 
walked down Unter Den Linden to Brandenburger Tor.  It was even hotter than 
it had been at home and it provided us with a brilliant excuse to sample 
some good German beer. We didn't get back to the hotel until late, went 
straight to bed and slept like babies.

In the morning I suggested that we shower together to save some time. It 
would have been faster to shower alone in succession, but it was much more 
fun to do it together. We ended up in bed again and had to shower one more 
time because we were drenched in sweat after making love for close to an 
hour. Fortunately we woke early and we still had plenty of time for the 
planned sightseeing.

The Pergamon museum was fantastic. German archaeologists had excavated the 
ancient Pergamon temple of Zeus in the early part of the nineteen hundreds 
and shipped what they could find to Germany. It was then pieced together and 
rebuilt in the huge museum halls. I tell you, it was impressive. The Gate of 
Isthar, also excavated and rebuilt in the museum, was equally grand. We 
spent half a day inside the pleasantly cooled museum.

The evening of the second day we asked the man in the hotel lobby if there 
were any pre-arranged tours to the former DDR. He shook his head.

"Why would you want to go there? All you will find is unemployment, poverty 
and a disillusioned people," he said.

I was surprised by his answer. We had seen the wall fall ten years ago and 
seen how much construction work was going on in Berlin. The German economy 
was one of the strongest in Europe.

"Why?" I naively asked. "Why would it be so. Germany is united. They are 
free now."

"Free," he smiled. "What is freedom if you have no work and no money."

"But the factories has been modernised and if people can't find work, they 
can go wherever they want in Germany. It's one country. They couldn't do 
that before," Lisa said.

"No, the wall is still there. Not physically, no, but if you have no money 
you can go nowhere. The politicians in Bonn sold all the factories to big 
companies. They closed them down. All the western companies wanted were an 
easy way to the German market and tax deduction. The people who worked there 
never had a chance. Germany has not been united. West conquered East and 
took everything they could get hold of."

"But... but..."

Lisa didn't know what to say. This was nonsense. Germany had been united. 
The wall was gone and the people of former DDR were free. Free from 
dictatorship, free from the secret police, Stasi.

"The wall is gone, Stasi is gone. You are free to say and think what you 
want. You are free," I said.

"Everybody can look in the Stasi archives and see what people did for their 
country. Why not the Bundesschutz's archives? Did the DDR spies do anything 
that the Bundesschutz didn't do? No, but we lost and we pay the price. You 
will never understand."

He waved me off. We went to our room.

"He must have been a privileged man in the former DDR. That's probably why 
he said those things," Lisa said.

We agreed that it had to be the case; still it took a little while for me to 
forget what he had said.


It was probably a good thing that we didn't go too far away from our hotel 
the next day. In the evening on our third day in Berlin the sky began to 
look dark and threatening. Lisa looked up.

"We better not take a stroll tonight," I said.

"I think we'll be lucky if we can make it home to the hotel before it starts 
raining," she replied. "It's a pity to waste a whole evening in a hotel 
room."

"We can always watch something on the telly," I grinned.

We did get back to the hotel just before the rain and thunder began. We had 
bought a couple of chilled beers on the way and we sat down on the bed to 
cool down a little and rest our weary feet. I turned on the telly and 
flipped through the channels. It was the first time we had turned it on and 
we quickly realised that everything was German. There was an English movie 
on one of the channels but it was dubbed. It was a James Bond movie and it 
was kind of wrong to hear Roger Moore speak German. He sounded wrong.

Lisa picked up the pay-movie leaflet next to the telly and we looked it 
over. We had seen all the movies they featured on the first three channels, 
but there was a fourth channel for adults. That was basically all it said. 
No preview pictures and no titles of the movies they showed. Not that I had 
any doubts about the contents. Lisa looked at me and giggled.

"Have you ever seen one of those?" she asked.

I could feel my face go red.

"No, you?" I said.

"No."

An awkward silence followed. I wanted to see an erotic movie, but I would 
have preferred to see it alone. It was kind of embarrassing to do it with 
Lisa. Still, I would rent one. What if somebody I knew saw me do it. That 
would be even more embarrassing, so this was probably the best opportunity. 
I pulled myself together and mentally I took a deep breath.

"Do you want to see one?" I asked.

It was her turn to blush as she nodded. I found the channel, keyed in our 
room number and we were ready. Unfortunately there was nothing but a sign 
saying that the next movie started at nine. It was only ten minutes but 
nearly enough for me to lose my nerve. The minutes passed painstakingly slow 
and I didn't know what to do with myself. Lisa was sitting uneasy as well, 
but we held out and the movie began: "Junge M�dchen auf urlaub" translating 
into "Young girls on vacation".

Four young girls walked into a small hotel. They got their keys and the 
first scene is over. The next scene was in one of the girl's rooms. The 
bellboy was waiting for tips but instead of money the girl pulled down his 
zipper, pulled out his cock and began to suck his cock.

At this point the tension eased. I guess you can't expect a cheap porn movie 
to have anything close to a realistic plot, but it seemed so stupid the way 
she just knelt in front of the bellboy and unzipped his trousers. I have a 
bad habit of making stupid comments when we watch telly and I just couldn't 
help it.

"We are in the wrong hotel," I said. "No bellboy."

Lisa began laughing and it was contagious. It helped a lot. The movie had 
another comical aspect. It was dubbed and they had done little to 
synchronise the German speech with the actor's lips. It is probably 
difficult and I guess few people look at the actor's lips in a movie like 
the one we were watching. The real catastrophe was the voices. They were 
completely expressionless and mechanical. Again I felt compelled to comment.

"I imagine that the woman who dubbed this was in a difficult part of her 
knitting," I said.

"No, I think they were playing a computer game while they did it," Lisa 
giggled.

We began to comment on all the small details and it made it much easier to 
see the movie. While the woman sucked the man they were both saying "Oh jah, 
oh, jah" without the slightest excitement in their voices. The funny part 
was that the woman had her mouth stuffed with his cock and it would be 
pretty impossible for her to do anything but moan. It was the same when they 
swapped places and he licked her. He could say "Oh jah" with his mouth glued 
to her crotch.

They proceeded to have intercourse. Suddenly the man pulled out and moved up 
to her face, frantically masturbating until he shot his load all over her 
face, literally. I mean, she would have to blow her nose afterwards. I found 
it peculiar.

In the next scene we were in the second girl's room. She was naked on her 
bed, masturbating.

"She's in our hotel," I said. "No bellboy."

Lisa giggled nervously. I discreetly looked at her without turning my head 
and could see she was blushing. Back at the screen the girl had found a pink 
dildo, which she eagerly utilised. We watch her for a couple of minutes and 
listened to the monotone "Oh jah". Then a man stepped into the room. I'm not 
very good at German and I couldn't hear if she was in the wrong room or if 
the mistake was his and it didn't really matter. He sat down in a chair and 
she carried on as if nothing had happened. For a while, nothing did. Then 
the man moved to the bed and assisted the girl. She was on all fours and 
left him in charge of the dildo.

The next thing he did shocked at first. He began to lick her from behind. To 
be precise, he licked her arsehole. The initial shock was replaced by 
embarrassment. What did Lisa think? And even worse: what would she think if 
she could feel the excitement I, despite my best efforts, felt as I watched 
the man lick her arse? I was suddenly aware of my prominent erection. There 
was no way I could hide it. I glance at Lisa again and thankfully her eyes 
were fixed on the screen.

It was the girl's turn to use her mouth, including chanting "Oh Jah" with 
her mouth full. Lisa noted it and we both giggled. The tension eased a 
little again, but only shortly. The girl still had the dildo safely tucked 
away in her pussy and neither of them made any attempt to remove it when he 
prepared to enter her. Instead he took the small bottle of liquid she had 
used to lubricate the dildo and poured some out over her arse. He probed her 
arsehole with first one then two fingers before he tried to push his cock 
in. It slipped a couple of times and it looked impossible, but suddenly it 
was in.

I knew about anal intercourse but I'd always thought it was only practised 
by gay men. On a conscious level I found the obscene act unnatural, but it 
also aroused me. That in turn embarrassed me because of the association with 
homosexuality. I'd never felt attracted to men and although I had known a 
couple of gay men and didn't resent homosexuality as such, I never 
considered the thought that I had a streak of it myself. Also, I somehow had 
the feeling that Lisa could sense my excitement, and that added to my 
embarrassment. She would have been able to see my predicament, had she 
looked, but she didn't. Her eyes were on the screen and her face was hot and 
blushing.

This scene also ended with the man masturbating and shooting his load on the 
girl face.

"It must be a new kind of birth control," I mumbled. This time Lisa laughed 
relieved.

The third girl went jogging, met a male jogger and immediately began to suck 
his cock. Another man was watching them from a distance. When the couple 
began to fuck the second man approached them and the girl sucked his cock 
while the first man fucked her. They changed positions a couple of times 
before one of the men shot his load in her face and, surprise, the other man 
emptied his load over her buttocks.

Only one girl left. She was apparently very shy and the other girls wanted 
to help her get laid. They went to a bar and met with the four men we'd 
already seen. About 30 seconds of dialog followed, the longest in the movie, 
and then they began to do it in the bar. The only other person in the bar 
was the barman and he joined in as well. They did everything they'd already 
done plus a little. At one time a girl had one man in her pussy, one in her 
arse and one in her mouth and yes, she was saying "Oh Jah." Some of the 
girls also performed oral sex on each other. Finally, all the men gathered 
around the shy girl and covered her face with sperm.

When the screen went black we looked at each other.

"Not much of a plot," Lisa giggled.

"No. Can't take long to write the script."

"And it was so... unrealistic."

A loud crash of thunder interrupted us.




Chapter 6.

The thunderstorm was right above us all of a sudden. Lisa went over to the 
balcony door and opened it, letting a fresh breeze into the room. She 
stepped out and I joined her outside. The balcony was sheltered and we could 
stand there and see the Berlin skyline lit by lightning. It was beautiful. 
It would be wrong to say that Lisa broke the silence, as there were only 
seconds between the peals of thunder.

"You know what? There was something missing in the movie," she said.

"What?"

"Kisses," she said.

"Two of the girls kissed," I said.

Lisa thought about it for a moment.

"They didn't kiss for real. I mean, nobody kisses that way, only the tongues 
touching. It was only to make a show for... men who like to see girls kiss. 
I mean the way we kiss."

She turned around and demonstrated what she meant and I could see, and feel, 
her point.

"Do you think it would have made the movie better if they had kissed for 
real?" I asked.

"Yes. I mean, no I don't think that would have done it alone, but there was 
no passion. They went straight for it all the time. It's great sometimes, 
but... I think most girls wants tenderness and romance as well as they want 
to be taken by a man."

"So, do you want to be taken or do you want tenderness tonight," I asked.

"I think I want to be taken, when I've finished kissing you out here," she 
giggled.

I was unsure of what I had asked her and what it was she wanted, but the 
movie had made me very excited. I wanted to dive in between her legs and 
savour her scent and taste and I hope that was what she wanted, too.

"We don't have to worry about anybody hearing us tonight," I said.

The bedsprings had made considerable noise earlier and we'd been afraid 
somebody would hear us. It took seconds to finish kissing on the balcony. 
She literally dragged me into the room and we tore each other's clothes off. 
I did what I had planned to do: I pushed her over on the bed, spread her 
legs and went in for the kill. She moaned content and for a moment I was 
afraid she would begin to say "Oh jah". That would have spoiled it 
completely. The thought alone almost made me laugh. It also made me think 
about the difference between the sex we had as opposed to what we had seen 
in the movie.

I tried to think of something other than the sounds she made. It was only a 
contented sigh at first anyway. I became aware of the way Lisa moved. The 
girls in the movie were acting like a stiff, but I could read Lisa's 
excitement in the way she moved. At first she only moved her legs a little, 
sort of finding the right position where she could relax and enjoy and at 
the same time give me sufficient room to operate. After a while her hips 
began to move up and down, slow and only an inch, tops, but gradually it 
turned into a rotating motion and at this point she put her hands on my 
head, caressing me, guiding me a little and playing with my hair.

Her moans caught my attention. Lisa was usually quiet when we made love and 
that night she was still far from as noisy as the girls in the movie, but 
her moans was more audible than usual. The first contented sighs were 
followed by silence but when her hips began to rotate she also began to moan 
quietly, kind of whimpering moans that grew and became more intense as the 
movements of her hips intensified.

Then it was as if she heard herself and became frightened that others would 
as well. She was quiet for a short while but let go again, whimpering more 
than moaning. If anyone had heard her they might have thought that I was 
hurting her. As her excitement grew it sounded more and more so. Not that I 
was at any point doubting that I was doing the right thing, but it was 
difficult to hear if her whimpers were from pain or from pleasure.

Her hips stopped rotating and returned to the up and down motion, but more 
intense, trying to control where my tongue and lips touched her. Her whines 
began to sound pleading, begging me to stop or continue doing what I was 
doing, depending on how you interpreted it. I continued.

Lisa went quiet again, but this time it was because she was holding back her 
breath. Every now and then she had to exhale and inhale hastily, but the 
silence told me she was getting near. She stopped moving. All her muscles 
tensed and her hands pulled me closer.

This was the part that really made the difference obvious. Lisa wasn't 
screaming: "I'm coming", but her body was screaming to me and me only. Her 
legs began to tremble and her stomach convulsed, abruptly at first, but as 
she began to breathe rapidly her whole body convulsed, her hips jerking, all 
of her showing me the signs of her climax. I loved this part, because it was 
the only time she normally lost control of herself and moaned when we made 
love.

Finally her thighs clamped tightly around my head and signalled that she had 
had almost enough, but I was not to stop until she released my head. I was 
so enthralled by the way I had experienced her orgasm that I wanted more. I 
stayed between her legs and gave her a little time to recover. At first she 
protested but I was persistent and she gave in. She jerked when I gently 
started over again.

"Please, not soft, I can't take that now. Firmly," she said.

Her hands went to my head to emphasise her words and I obeyed. Her reactions 
were different this time, audible and tenser from the beginning. She 
clinched her fists in my hair and her thighs closed acutely around my head a 
couple of times. Not in the way they did when she climaxed, just a brief 
squeeze. It felt as if she were closer to orgasm from the beginning, but not 
quite. I usually licked her to her first orgasm, but never before to the 
second and her reactions was new to me, maybe also to her.

She spread her legs wide and still holding my head tightly her hips began 
working. I was unable to keep on target all the time but it didn't seem to 
matter any more. The tense, quiet phase she had gone through the first time 
was less prominent. Her hips kept undulating while she held back her breath. 
The short intakes of air sounded like small cries. Lisa had effectively 
taken over control and all I could do was follow and observe, which was 
great.

The girls in the movie had all more or less shaven off their pubic hair. I 
had more than a couple of hairs in my mouth, which I couldn't get out, and I 
silently wished Lisa would trim her bush a little.

Her climax was also different. She was much more rigid, keeping my mouth 
pressed hard against her crotch while her stomach convulsed. It was hard to 
tell what was the most exciting, but I think it was her second orgasm 
because she was much more active. It was still a new experience and I felt 
it was partly my efforts that had driven her to let go.

She pulled my head away from her crotch and up as soon as her thighs relaxed 
again.

"I need you up here," she gasped.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my wet face down, kissing me 
deeply. Within a few second the juices on my face were all over her face as 
well. While I was between her legs the fragrance of her juices numbed my 
nose but now I could smell her again on her face and it was a wonderful 
smell.

She wriggled her hips and I slipped into her like a knife through butter. We 
moved slowly, still kissing, but Lisa broke the kiss and pulled up her legs 
until they almost touched her chest. I got up on my elbows and looked down 
on her face. She looked serious, her eyes filled with lust.

"I love you," she said. "Take me."

This time I instinctively knew what she meant. I extended my arms to give me 
better offset and watch her breasts bounce from the force of my first 
thrust. We both noticed that the thunder had passed, not by the absence of 
lightning, but because creaking from the bed suddenly sounded extremely 
loud, much louder than any sound we had made. Lisa giggled and pushed me in 
the chest.

"Come on. I know what we'll do," she said.

I dismounted. Lisa jumped out of the bed and walked over to the wall. She 
stopped an arm's length from the wall and turned her back to me, putting her 
hands on the wall and wriggled her arse invitingly. We'd just seen a couple 
do it that way in the movie and I walked up behind Lisa. She was shorter 
than me and what had looked so easy in the movie was quite difficult in real 
life. I had to bend my knees to make up for the difference in height and 
even then I slipped out after a couple of thrusts. After a fourth attempt I 
stopped.

"It's not going to work. Perhaps the floor," I suggested.

Lisa moved to the middle of the floor and got down on her hands and knees. I 
meant that we could do it the usual way on the floor, but this looked so 
much better. I had always thought Lisa had a beautiful arse, but she just 
looked stunningly sexy on her hands and knees. I knelt behind her and now 
the difference in height was almost eliminated and I could enter and stay 
in. With a firm grip on her hipbones I plunge into her.

It was better than I had imagined. The friction was completely different 
from the other positions we had tried and the view when I looked down was so 
exciting. She was perfectly heartshaped and each thrust made her buttocks 
quiver. I could see how I filled her, how she was stretched around the shaft 
and her juices glistened on my cock every time I pulled back.

I had to slow down. The sight and feeling, plus the general state of 
excitement her first two orgasms had put me in, made me very volatile. Lisa 
wriggled her arse impatiently.

"Come on. I want you."

I sure wanted her, too, and if that was the way she wanted it I was ready to 
comply. I gave it everything I had and for much longer than I had hoped for. 
She lowered herself to her elbows and the small change of angle made her 
even sexier. I watched fascinated by her buttocks quivering and the 
occasional glimpse of her breasts bouncing under her; the visual impression 
was so strong that I didn't notice anything else. I think Lisa moaned; 
perhaps I did, too. I know for sure that my knees hurt, but I only noticed 
afterwards.

Her back arched and she threw back her head and chanted, "Take me."

I had been running my hands over her buttocks, spreading them as much as I 
could in an attempt to enter her deeper. I grabbed her hips and took her 
with everything I had. Then a few rigid plunges, making a loud slapping 
noise. That was it. I felt it as if the thunder had returned and I was 
struck by lighting.

I don't know if Lisa came again. My own orgasm paralysed all my senses. When 
I came back down her arms had given in and she was resting on her shoulders, 
panting and sweaty like me.



To be continued.


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