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Archive-name: Places/june.mf
Archive-author: Karl Schinke
Archive-title: June


Edited By: The Electric Monk

    I never knew her real name, so I call her June after the month I first met
her.

    It was a hot month, hot enough to be August, and I was working at The Lake,
repairing the dock.  When the heat got to be too much, I tossed some beer on
the raft and poled out the quarter mile to the rock I call "The Island." It's
so small that no one bothers with it, so I enjoy going there for the quiet.

    I tied the raft to one of the ring of bushes that grows in the thin soil at
waters edge, got out of my clothes and into the water.  A few refreshing
minutes later, I climbed back out, grabbed the beer and a beachtowel, and went
up on the rock.  I set my stuff down in the shade of the island's one tree, and
drank a can.  Secure in the privacy of my little spot, I dozed off.

    Shortly, something woke me, and I opened my eyes.  I blinked hard, thinking
I was still dreaming; for there stood the most magnificent looking woman I had
ever seen, quite as naked as I, and apparently totally unconcerned about it.
She was blue-eyed and dark blonde, stood about five-seven, slender and with
firm muscles.  Her waist was small, almost tiny, with well-rounded hips below a
firm flat stomach.  Her breasts were, well, perfect.  Neither large nor small,
firm rounded cones crowned with dark pink jewels just made to kiss.

    She was smiling, and looking at me very openly and frankly.  Then she said,
in a soft voice with just a hint of some kind of accent, "You are very
beautiful."

    Now.  I'm not ugly, I admit, but nobody would mistake me for a movie star,
and absolutely no one had ever accused me of being beautiful before!  And to
hear those words coming out of such a face and figure as hers!  I'd like to
tell you I replied with something clever, but I was just thunderstruck.

    "May I join you?" she asked, seating herself on the beach towel facing me.

    "Of course."  I replied.  "Would you like a beer?"

    "Thank you," she said, nodding.

    I opened two cans and passed her one.  A few moments passed sipping the
beer, while I tried to regain my wits.

    I was getting an erection despite the embarrassment and despite trying
not to.

    "Oh!  You like my body," she said, smiling again, "It is all right.  I like
yours, too.  You have a very nice one."

    This last she said looking squarely at my by now throbbing manhood.

    She sipped again from the beer, then leaned forward and left a quick,
brushing kiss on my left nipple.  Her lips were still cool and moist from the
drink, and the sensation brought shudders up and down my spine.  I reached out
to take her head in my hands to kiss her, but she was up and on her feet in one
quick, graceful movement.

    "I must go now," she said with that smile, and with just a hint of a wiggle
of her round, dimpled ass, was off toward the lake side of the Island.

    "Wait!" I called.  "What's your name?  Where are you staying?"

    I ran after her, only to see her climb into a kayak, and paddle off.  About
a hundred feet out she turned and blew me a kiss.  I stood like an idiot and
watched the kayak until it passed round a point and disappeared.

    I went to the store, the deli, the gas station, anywhere a person might go,
but no one had seen anyone like that.

    The man at the deli winked at me and said "Ja, sure I vatch for dis Blonde
of yours.  I find out for you."

    But a week went by, and for all my detective work, it was as though I had
dreamed her.  And dream of her I did!

    Then one late afternoon, I walked out on the dock, and I saw a light on the
Island, like a small fire winking in the light breeze.  I was on the raft and
poling in a flash.

    I arrived at the Island, tied up, and almost ran up the rock.  She was
there, adding twigs and dry grass to a tiny fire.  I saw how cleverly the fire
had been built in a hollow of the rock.  It could only have been seen from my
direction.

    She was wearing a loose checkered shirt and shorts, and looked as
magnificent as she had that other afternoon.

    "Hello," I said.  "I've been looking for you."

    "I know. Come sit with me."

    She patted a space on the rock, and pointed behind her. "I brought some
things.  I can stay longer this time."

    I looked where she had pointed, and saw a blanket spread on the sun-warmed
stone, a picnic basket, a bottle of wine and two glasses standing in the shade.

    We sat close to each other and talked for a while, though each time I tried
to ask about her - her name, where she was staying - she would change the
subject.

    At last she smiled her special smile and said, "All these questions! Come,
let us eat and drink."

    With that, she got up with her quick, graceful fluid motion and walked to
the blanket.  Here she opened the basket and produced a load of bite-size fried
things like tempura.  I opened my mouth to say something, and laughing, she
popped one in.

    I joined the fun and stuffed one in her mouth.

    She handed me the wine bottle and corkscrew.

    It was one of my favorites.  I opened the bottle and ceremoniously poured.
She touched glasses and murmured, "To us, and to now." 

    I sat with my back against the tree, and she slid over and leaned her back
against my raised knees, half facing me.  She pulled the basket closer, and
took another item and put it to my mouth.  I half took it and leaned forward to
offer her a share.  She leaned up and bit the offered piece. Our lips met, and
lingered a moment before she drew back and chewed.

    She lifted her hand to my face and drew the outline of my mouth.  I seized
her little fingers with my lips and eagerly kissed and sucked them.

    With her free hand she began to draw little circles around my nipples and
to trace the outline of my ribs.  Even through the material of my tee-shirt the
sensation was delightful!

    I reached for her chin and drew her to me.  This time she didn't draw away,
but brought her face to mine with softly parted lips.

    I traced her lips with my tongue, then gently explored her mouth.  It 
tasted cool and sweet.  Then her tongue found its way into my mouth.  I sucked 
it ever so gently, and she moaned softly.

    My left hand played with her soft, long hair and with her ears, and stroked
her back, and eventually found its way to her right breast.  The soft cotton of
her shirt did little to hide the firm, yet yielding texture of that delightful
handful. She began to hum again.

    I found and opened the top buttons of her shirt, and slowly began to trace
a line down from her neck with my fingers.  She took my hand in hers and
pressed it firmly under her shirt.

    I can't describe the texture of her skin - the most incredibly delightful
feeling.  I gently cupped the object of my attention in my hand, kneading it,
then squeezed and stroked the jewel that crowned it.

    While I was busy with that, her deft hands had pulled my tee-shirt up under
my arms and were stroking my chest and back bringing me goose-flesh and chills.

    When finally we parted from the long kiss, we were both pumping air like
just-surfaced divers.

    I made to pull my tee-shirt off, but she cried, "Wait! Let me," so I
stopped.

    Ever so slowly and gently, she pulled it off my arms and over my head, in
the process planting wet kisses on my chest and neck.

    She smiled that smile of hers, and I knew it was an invitation.  So with
equal slowness I undid the remaining buttons of her shirt, and very
deliberately exposed her twin delights.

    I lightly kissed the tip of each in turn, then slowly drew the shirt off
her shoulders.

    She put her arms around my neck and drew us together until her breasts were
brushing my chest, then slowly drew them back and forth against me while I
kissed her neck and ears.

    Then I kissed my way down her chest to the valley between her perfections,
and worked my way up to her now firm nipples.  These I gently sucked, licked
and pulled with my lips, watching them pucker and strain to grow ever more.

    She was moaning softly again.

    Then she undid my belt buckle, and popped the snap of my jeans.  Ever so
slowly she pulled down the zipper, her fingers tracing lightly across my
confined manhood.

    I could hardly contain my eagerness, but somehow I equalled her
deliberateness in undoing her shorts.  Half seated as we were, the garments
would not come off, though, so laughing, I got up and removed the remaining
clothes from my body, and she hers.

    "So," she said, "we are as we were when we met."

    The sword of my manhood was standing in full salute to her beauty, standing
an arms length away, examining me with that frank, open gaze I had first seen
that other afternoon.

    This time it was I who murmured, "You are beautiful!"

    "It is very exciting to see how your body likes mine," she breathed, and
stepped toward me with her sensuous lips slightly parted, her face lifted for a
kiss.

    I drew her to me, and lightly brushed her lips with mine.  The tips of her
perfect breasts touched my chest, and my spear was brushing the inside of her
thighs.  She put her arms around my waist and began to brush my back with the
tips of her fingers.

    Gradually the pressure of our kiss increased until our bodies were pressed
together, and our tongues working feverishly at each other.  Her hands grasped
my buns and squeezed hard, crushing me against her body.

    When we parted, we were gasping for air once more, our inner furnaces in
flames.  I licked and kissed my way down her neck, pausing to nibble her ear.
I continued down her chest, and, cupping her delightful breasts in my hands,
squeezed them together until I could lick both nipples at once.

    Then, keeping a hold of those wonderful globes, I kissed my way down to her
navel.  Truly the jewel so highly prized in Arabian writing, I thrust my tongue
into it, and sucked it gently.  She worked her fingers through my hair and
shivered lightly.

    With my face pressed against her belly, I became intensely aware of the
extremely erotic personal perfume of her arousal.  It was intoxicating, and my
fires rose to a fever pitch.

    I kissed my way down the softly rounded mound of her belly toward its
source, sliding my hands down her waist and hips and around to the delightfully
rounded cheeks behind.

    I nibbled and kissed at her thighs, her belly, and pulled at the curly fur
of her love nest with my lips.  So soft!  I blew a gentle stream of air at her
down, and she shivered once more, humming a low moaning sound almost like a
purr.

    I looked up at her, and the light of the setting sun had turned her skin a
golden color.  She looked like a bronze statue of a goddess, perhaps Diana the
Huntress, but alive, her chest rising and falling with her excited breaths.

    We sank down so that we were kneeling before each other, and we kissed once
more, melting together as though we could become one body through our joined
mouths.

    Her exploring fingers found their way to my throbbing stiffness, and her
other  hand  cupped under my balls.  She gently played with me, touching,
stroking and squeezing, her fingers tracing around the crown, teasing out a
"teardrop."

    This she wiped from its "eye" with her fingertip, then carrying it to her
lips, licked it away.

    Then, holding each other closely, we sank down on the blanket.  She
continued her playful teasing, while covering my chest and belly with kisses,
tickling me with her loose hair falling over me.

    I turned my attention back to kissing and teasing her belly.  Her back
arched and her body pulsed with my attentions.  Finally, with a small cry, her
hands grasped my head and drew it between her parted thighs.  I buried my face
in the musk of her, the soft parting folds of her.  I explored her with my
lips, probed her with my tongue.  I found the petals of the rose of her, and
drew them into my mouth.  I discovered the bud of the rose hiding in its little
nest and kissed it, drawing it forth, covering it and circling it with my
tongue.  Her back arched and writhed, little cries bursting from her mouth.  I
drank of the nectar of the gods.

    I paused a moment to look at her.  Her skin seemed to be glowing, her
beauty enriched.  Then she drew up and looked in my eyes with that special
smile.  Her face was framed against the soft colors of the summer sunset.
Would that I were a painter to capture that moment on canvas!

    She drew my spear up in her hand then, and with purposeful slowness, placed
a kiss on the point of it.  She drew her tongue along its length, around the
circle of its crown.  She lingered to probe its one blind eye with the tip of
her tongue, and then I was engulfed.  I felt the cool of the evening breeze
alternate with the warmth of her mouth.  I became her ice cream cone, her toy.
Several times I was brought to the brink, but she skillfully avoided my
eruption.  Despite the warmth of the evening I was shivering uncontrollably.

    When I thought I could stand no more, she drew away, and lying full length
over my body, covering my face with kisses, she whispered, "I want you inside
me!"

    "Oh, yes?" I asked, playfully.

    "I want you deep in my body," she continued, "I want to be filled with
you."

    As she whispered, almost breathed this last, she moved up over me,
straddling me like a horseback rider.  Guiding my weapon with her hand, she 
rubbed it gently against the moist entrance to her tunnel of love.  Then she
slowly impaled herself, taking first just the head of my weapon, withdrawing
slightly, then driving in an inch, withdrawing again, and so on in an
inexorable slow plunge until my proud sword had disappeared.

    Meanwhile, my hands, almost of their own volition, slid up her body,
measuring her thin waist, counting her ribs, then up to embrace her twin cones
of delight, and rolled the berries crowning them between thumb and forefinger.
She slowly arched her back, pressing her breasts against my hands and deepening
my intrusion into her body.

    So we stayed for a long minute, coupled, not moving, letting our bodies
savor each other.  Then my sword, sheathed in the warmth of her scabbard,
pulsed involuntarily.

    "Mmm," she murmured. "That was nice! Do it again?"

    I contracted my muscles so that my weapon jumped again within her, and her
body answered, squeezing my lance within her.

    "Uuhh. Can YOU do that again?"

    She did.  Then she smiled, and began slow rhythmic contractions, moving on
me all inside, without any outward movement.  Never had I felt anything like
this before.  My steel-hard instrument began to pulse in response, increasing
the internal motion.

    I raised my head and replaced my hand with my lips on the hard raisin of
her right nipple.

    "Ohhh," she sighed, "I like when you do that."

    My hands went to her hips, where they guided her in a gentle thrusting
while my mouth was busy kissing and sucking at the roseate haloed glories which
she offered me in alternation.

    Then she leaned forward, and kissed my mouth, her tongue entering me in
mimicry of the sword within her.  She slowly moved her tongue in and out.  I
received it eagerly.

    Holding me clenched tightly within her, she extended her legs, one at a
time, so she was lying full upon me.  She brought her legs together, clasping
me within, and pumped her hips gently.

    Holding her tightly with my arms, I rolled over so that she was now beneath
me.

    Her hands began a dance on my back, and her feet slid behind my knees.  I
withdrew my weapon almost completely from her, and slowly teased at the
entrance with slow, short thrusts.

    "Mmmm, mmmm, ooooo," she murmured.

    Then I plunged deeply, burying myself.

    "OOhhhh!"

    I repeated, setting up a three - one rhythm.  I began to nibble and lick
her earlobe.

    "Uh...  More...  Ohhh..." she panted.  My own breath was labored.

    Not wanting to bring myself to culmination yet, I paused, and as I did so,
she drew her knees up beside my ribs.  I drew her legs around till her calves
were resting on my shoulders, then resumed.  My plunges, aided by the new
position, were probing new depths.

    "Ooo...mmm...mmm...MMMM...OH!...OHHHHHHHHHHHH"

     Her hands and feet began to flutter.  Her belly contracting, her love
tunnel became a furnace, heaving and convulsing.  I pressed in deeply, mashing
by pubic bone against her lovebud, the point of my spear throbbing deep within
her.

    "NNNNNNG!...MMMMMMM!...OHHHhhhh!...Oh!...Ooh!...H!...H!"

    The depth of her orgasm was incredibly exciting.  Her skin became radiant,
almost glowing.  Her eyes glazed.  Her nipples erected so far they seemed to
burst. Watching her, I was ready to trigger.

    "Ohhh...Please...MMMMM...You too", she panted.

    "No.  Not (mmm) yet.  I want (ahh) you to have (mm) another."

    A few moments of inactivity.

    Calmer. My internal fires subsiding slightly, I lifted one of her legs over
my head, and turned her.  Still coupled, we maneuvered so that she was kneeling
before me, her magnificent buttocks raised toward me.  I reached around and
under her, one hand cupping a breast, the other finding her love button and
gently stroking it.  I renewed my rhythmic thrusts, which she answered by
rocking back onto me.

    One of her hands found the sac of my scrotum and began caressing my balls,
gently squeezing them, her fingers stroking them.

    I brought my hands to her back, scratching it gently.  Then I moved them
down, my fingers tracing her spine down to the valley between the dimpled
globes of her rump, then to feel and squeeze the flesh of them.

    I watched, fascinated, how our organs fit together.  How her flesh wrapped
around me, clinging to me on withdrawal as though reluctant to let go, then
turning inward again.  The sight was too much to bear.

    My thumb strayed to caress and stroke the soft purplish pucker of her
postern gate.  It was wet with the overflow of her passion.  I played with it,
my fingers dancing lightly.  She squirmed and moaned again, driving back onto
me.

    "Yes!...Ohhh...MMmmm"

    A red fire began somewhere in the small of my back, coursing down the nerve
channels, striking my balls afire.  Vaguely, through the hot red flush
overtaking me, I knew she was cumming again.

    "OOHHHHH!" she said.

    "Gah!..Nng!...Ohhh!" I replied.

    Again and again my cannons fired.  I felt it would never stop.  I was
transported.  There was no island, no world, there were only the two of us,
sharing a rapture eternal.

    Gently, and still coupled, we sank together onto the blanket, both face
down, breathing as though the air had gone elsewhere, leaving us in vacuum.

    When breath returned, I kissed the nape of her neck, her ear.

    "Mmmm, don't stop."

    "Not for a hundred years or so!"

    She pressed her legs together, trapping my softening member within her.

    "I didn't think it could be like that, first time," she whispered, almost
to herself.  "It's supposed to take practice, getting to know each other."

    "That's what they say," I replied.  "Perhaps there still is Magic in the
world."

    I kissed her shoulder. She giggled slightly.

    "That's not fair.  I can't kiss you, lying this way.  But if we move, you
will slip out, and I still want you inside me."

    "Then be still and let me kiss you."

    "But I can't see you either."

    "It's getting dark, anyway."

    "The moon has risen.  It is nearly full tonight.  It will be bright enough
to see.  Ah.  See what your moving about has done.  You have fallen out
anyway.  Let me turn over." 

    I let her.

    She took my face in her hands and kissed me.  I was holding myself up on my
elbows, not to crush her, but she put her arms around me and hugged me hard.

    She reached out and pulled the basket closer.

    "I'm hungry, are you?"

    "Yes, and thirsty. Where's the wine?"

    We ate and drank, lounging closely together.  I could not keep my hands
from her body.  Her breasts tantalized and drew me to them. She did not object,
in fact enjoyed the attention.

    I wondered how we could be so easily at home with each other, our first
time together, and hardly knowing a thing about each other.  I was astounded
how it didn't seem to matter at all.  I was content to be with her, to touch
her delightful skin, to hear her voice, and just to be in her presence.

    "I am filled with you." she said, after a while.  "You are dripping from
me, and making a mess!  Do you always make so much?"

    "No," I laughed. "You have drained me completely.  An empty shell sits
before you."

    "Oh, no.  That would be a shame. The night is so young..."

    "Yes, 'and you are so beautiful.'  Don't fret, I'll recharge!"

    "Let's wash off in the lake."  She sprang up and started for the water.

    "Hey.  We just ate.  Come over here, there's a shallow place."

    We splashed and played in the water like children, until the cold numbed
our toes, and we walked back up onto the warm stone, drying in the light
breeze.

    "Have you 'recharged' yet?" she smiled, eying my still-limp manhood.

    "Doesn't look that way.  I told you I was empty."

    "Well.  Let's see about that."

    She took my soft stub in her hand, and began to play, rolling it, kneading
it.  The fires began to stir again in my belly.  She tickled it with her damp
hair, drawing the strands across its knob.

    Then suddenly, she pounced upon it with her mouth, its softness
disappearing completely.  She drew on it, pulling it, stretching it, pulling
her head back.  This time it was I who moaned.  Slowly at first, then more
rapidly, it responded to her attention. She continued to attend to it.

    I reached my hand to her round rump and played there, gently touching the
folded softness, stroking the insides of her thighs, lightly stroking the wide
valley between her buttocks, lightly pinching the well-muscled globes.

    "Let me return the favor," I whispered, tugging at her.

    "Mmm, of course." She moved over me, bringing her musk to my nostrils, and
once again I felt my fires heat to it.  I drew her down to me.  I reached up
with my tongue, searching, exploring.  I nibbled at the opening  folds, probed
at the tunnel they uncovered.

    She resumed her activity, working subtle magic on my now stiff member with
her lips and tongue.

    I teased at her little bud with the tip of my tongue, then circled it with
my lips and sucked at it.  Then, flat-tongued, I stroked it.  Each stroke and
tease brought forth a little shivering sigh.

    My tongue explored further, finding her other, more puckered opening, and
probed at its soft tightness.  I kissed and sucked at it.  When at last the
gate opened slightly to admit my wet tongue, a gasp of delight escaped her
lips.

    As my tongue traveled from one delight to the other in the valley of love,
she began to make soft, musical sounds in her throat.

    She was not idle, either.  Taking first one of my balls into her mouth and
gently sucking it, then the other, then returning her attention to my shaft.
Then she did a most remarkable thing: with her teeth she ever so gently began
to gnaw on my shaft head.  The sensation was incredible!  My frenzied heat
rose.

    "Mmngmum," I moaned into the folds of her flesh.

    I worked at her feverishly with my mouth, trying to pleasure her everywhere
at once.  Then I brought my fingers into play.  Carefully wetting two fingers,
I squirmed one into each aperture, burying them to the second knuckle, while
using my mouth and tongue on her button.

    "UmmmMMMmm," she cried, her lips around my spear.

    She carefully wet a finger of her own and probed into my rear, gnawing at
me all the while.

    We both began to moan and hum, the vibrations adding to the stimulation.
The fires were rising again, and I felt the flood beginning.  She pressed the
fingers of her free hand up under my sac, stemming the tide.  I felt the
explosion turn inward, blasting my senses again and again.  It seemed my skull
would explode!

    At last her body quivered and shook and with a small muffled cry, she
released the dam, and working my spear with both hands, her lips tight around
the corona, she sucked at my reservoirs, swallowing all I produced eagerly.

    My fingers were clamped tightly in her body by the spasms that shook her.
Her musky wetness covered my face.  Her button danced on my tongue.

    Once again we had reached the pinnacle together, and I was transported not
only by my own pleasure, but by hers as well.

    When at last she released the grip she held on my fingers and my spear,
leaving a last kiss on her love-bud, I slid myself around to face her, and
lying on our sides, we held each other tightly and kissed, our bodies still
trembling.

    "See, she whispered, half into my parted lips, "You were not empty after
all. And now you will be part of me forever."

    "And you of me," I replied, sucking my fingers.

    "We seem already part of each other," she said.  "I still can't believe
it's our first time together!  It seems almost that we have been together
before, often, long ago, and are at last rejoined."  She laughed then and said,
"Perhaps you are Apollo and I am Aphrodite."

    "You are at least as beautiful," I replied, my hand cupping her delicate
breast once more.

    "Give me some wine, Apollo"

    I reached around and poured a glass, and on impulse, filled my mouth with
it, then kissing her, shared it with her.

    "What a sensual creature you are!  And how my body reacts to you!" she
murmured.

    "I was about to say that to you.  But who are you?"

    She smiled again, and with a quiet, serious look, replied, "Aphrodite.
Here, have some wine."

    Taking the glass from my fingers, she drained it, then covering my mouth
with hers, shared the wine.

    "Tell me what you like." I suggested.

    "Oh, the trees, the  lake,  your  body,  this  island, 
     moonlight, touching you, you touching me..."

    "Yes.  But I mean, what sort of things might you want me to do?  What
pleasure can I give you?  Something perhaps that you've dreamed?"

    "Oh.  But you already have, my Apollo!"

    "Mmm.  I know.  But maybe there's something more?"

    "Ah, well.  I want you to do everything you know how to do, then do
everything you can think of to do, then a few things you've never thought of,
then when you run out of those, start all over again!" She laughed.

    "Hm. Well," I laughed too. "Is there any more wine?"

    "Uh," she twisted around to look, giving me a most delicious view of her
back and rump.

    How beautiful she was in the moonlight, now quite bright, the moon having
climbed the ladder of the sky, hanging big and round overhead.  Her skin seemed
to shine silver, her hair spun white gold.

    "Yes," she said at length.  "But you will have to open the other bottle. We
finished the first."

    "All right.  You know, I have several bottles of the same chateau in the
cabin ashore.  Shall I get it?  In fact, why don't we pack up and go there.  A
body so soft and beautiful should not be roughing about on a rock!" I stood up,
ready to do so.

    "Oh, no," she cried.  "I don't want to go indoors.  Gods like Apollo and
Aphrodite should never be crammed into a building."

    "But even the gods will get mosquito bites, and if this breeze stops they
will be here by the thousands, and your skin should never be so mistreated!"

    "No.  Please.  This is now our island.  It is ours and only ours.  I want
to stay here.  There is nothing here to pollute tonight.  We have another
bottle, and some more food.  There is some french bread and cheese."

    She was lying belly down on the blanket, propped up on her elbows, watching
me.

    I nodded.  "Yes.  It IS magical here.  And it's cool and pleasant."

    "You look so beautiful standing there in the moonlight.  I think you really
are Apollo."

    I sat back down, and stroked her back, my hands straying over her delicious
dimpled rump.

    "And you look like a silver statue come to life.  Hand me the corkscrew?"

    While she reached out for it, I made a pillow out of extra folds of the
blanket for her.

    "Oh!  Look what just fell from the sky!" she laughed.  She propped herself
on the makeshift pillow, half turning on her side, and watched me open the
bottle.

    I poured out two glasses.  We sipped quietly, while my hands returned to
their play.

    "How long will it take for you to 'recharge' again?" she suddenly asked.

    I chuckled.  "You are insatiable!  Honestly, I don't know. You stir things
up in me like never before."

    In fact, to my amazement, I was stirring already.  Just watching her, the
curve of her hip, the smooth round dimpled globes of her buttocks, her breasts
falling slightly sideways as she lay, her hair cascading over her shoulder, a
strand waving in the light breeze...

    And something, I didn't quite know, indefinable, beautiful.

    On sudden impulse I said, "Lie back, get comfortable.  I want to give you
something."

    She did. With a confident, trusting look. And then I knew.

    The something indefinable.

    "You trust me." It was a statement.

    "Why, yes," she answered. "completely. And you trust me."

    "Yes.  I don't know why, I don't care to know why, but that is the way it
is, the magic of it, isn't it."

    She laughed again.  "Yes.  Why should the gods fear each other?"

    I kissed her then.  A tender, brushing kiss that transmitted both
tenderness, and the heat of passion.  I wanted to give her the orgasm of her
life.

    I lifted her legs up, then raised her hips until she was in a half-shoulder
stand.  I parted her thighs, and kneeling before her, I propped her up on my
legs.  Even in this ungainly position, she still looked graceful.

    Again I marvelled at how beautiful she was.  The valley of love which
opened before me, filling my nostrils with its heady perfume, also filled my
eyes with delight.  The soft butterfly folds partly concealed between the soft
mounds of her outer lips, the soft curling downy fuzz.  I stroked her thighs
with my fingertips.  I kissed the stretched fleshy mounds of her rump, nibbling
at them gently.

    I blew a stream of air across the the slowly parting folds of her, and
gently traced a line around them with my fingers.

    I kissed gently at the soft mound of flesh over her pubic bone, pulling
lightly at the soft curls there.

    "Mmm. You tease." she sighed.

    I moved slowly downward, kissing gently at the pouting lips.  I moved back
to look at her.

    "Oh, don't stop!"

    "I want to look at you.  You are so incredibly beautiful."

    I touched my tongue to the crease between the frilly pink petals and her
thighs, tasting the curved hollow on each side.

    I watched the warm butterfly wings begin to open, then gently and
languorously sucked at the fleshy folds of her, one at time.  I felt their heat
increase, heard her sighs deepen with my slow attentions.

    I drew back again to gaze at her, hypnotized by the delight before me.  I
drew my fingertips across her cheeks, along the moist mounds of her lips, then
gently thumbed them apart, revealing the soft, smooth, glistening valley
between the scalloped inner lips, the little bud at their junction pulsing
slowly.

    Then slowly, with my tongue extended, I descended.

    She sighed, then moaned with my gentle invasion.  I drew my upper lip
across the nest, buried my tongue in the soft folds of her tunnel.

    Extending the blade of my tongue till it ached, and pressing my mouth
tightly against her, I opened the gates.  I withdrew my tongue, then extended
it again, tasting the warm moistness of her canal.  Then I began circling it
within her.

    The taste of her was driving me wild.  The blood roared in my ears. I felt
the veins of my neck throb.

    I withdrew again, and traced my tongue upward to the nest of her love bud.
I nuzzled at it, drawing up the inner valley to tease at it again and again.

    Each touch brought another gasp from her.

    I began a gentle tongue-brushing, starting from just behind her rectum,
flicking up across the soft flesh, the heated tunnel entrance, and ending with
a caress of her erected button.

    On each trip, I felt the little ring of her postern opening press out, then
draw back, felt the superheated folds of her love tunnel seeming to grab for
me, her love-button to press at me.

    I felt her muscles begin to tighten, and relaxed my rhythm, spending more
time, warming her further.  I wanted her to crest more slowly and higher than
ever before.

    Slowly she relaxed, but her hips had taken up a motion of their own.
Taking their cue, I matched the tempo, pressing into her, sucking at the
extended button, the fleshy, frilly labia.  I kissed at her rearward opening,
it's tight little pulsing ring.  I gently invaded it with the point of my
tongue, my little blade alternately pressing wetly in and being pressed out.

    Once again, her muscles began to dance, once again I eased.  Her bud
pressed outward, I teased gently at it, tracing the root of it with my lips and
tongue.  Her gasps rose, her hips rotated, pressed up to me.

    This time I went on.  Her belly heaved, her nubbin danced.  But I didn't
stop.  I knew there were further depths.  I ground my face into her, sucked at
the nest of her bud, stabbed at the little wad, rolling it between my lips.
Her ecstasy rose ever higher.  I knew she had cum, but I went on.

    "Ohh.  Ohh.  Oh please stop.  No, don't stop.  Ohh.  Oh." She babbled.

    My tongue and lips worked almost by themselves.  I became intoxicated, lost
in the heady ecstasy I was inducing, lost in the taste of her.  My mouth locked
over her entire organ, sucking it.  My tongue became a fiery blade,  circling
within her body.

    I pounded my tongue into her, though my jaws ached, and the base of my
tongue stretched painfully.  My face was drenched with her creamy fluids and my
own spittle.  Her nubbin ground at my nose, my slippery chin pressed into her
rear.

    Her babbling became incoherent, little cries interspersed with animal
growls.  Her hips bucked violently against me.  Her feet came up and her heels
began to pound at my shoulders.  I continued to gnaw at her.  Her fingers wound
into my hair and pressed my face into her.  My aching hard spear was throbbing
tumultuously.  My blood roared in my ears, my body was trembling.

    I pursed my lips around her love button, sucked it, licking it, drawing the
flat of my tongue across its head.

    I inserted a drenched, soaking finger into the soft puckered ring of her
rear opening.

    Her voice broke into sobbing gasps, the violence of her hip motions peaked,
her sphincters clamped hard.  I almost came myself.  Her motions began to
subside, and I sensed it was enough.  I eased my aching tongue, and gently
kissed at her.

    I looked up at her face.  Even in the moonlight I could see how flushed she
was.  Gently I let her hips down onto the blanket, slid down beside her, and
stroked her sweat-drenched belly with my fingertips.

    I kissed her cheek.

    "Ohhh." she sighed. "so long.  It went on for so long.  It seemed it would
never end.  I didn't want it to end.  I almost couldn't stand it, but I didn't
want it to stop."

    She put her arms around my neck and drew me to a long, long kiss.

    Her body was still trembling.  She smiled, ran her fingers through my hair,
and placed wet kisses on my lips.

    "Mmmm.  That was good," she breathed into my neck.  She reached over me,
her rose-tipped cones brushing my chest, and took up the wine.

    Pressing her lips to mine, she filled my mouth.

    I brushed her back and sides with my fingertips.

    "Did you say there was some cheese?" I asked.

    "Um, hum."

    Again she reached over me, her twin peaks brushing me ever so lightly, and,
breaking off a piece of cheddar, offered it to me with her lips.

    I took the cheese, sucking her upper lip briefly.

    "This is the best way to take food," she said.  "Lovers should never have a
meal any other way!"

    She broke another piece of cheese, and again offered it.  I took it the
same way, and gave half back.

    She bent and licked up the crumbs from my chest, lingering at my nipples.
She ran her hands up and down my chest, pressing gently here and there.  I
wondered if the Roman emperors had been ministered to as well.

    We ate quietly for a while, savoring each other as well as the food.

    After a while, she lay down, cradling her face on her arms.

    How beautiful she was, I marvelled again!  The curve of her back, narrowing
to her small waist, broadening to her smooth hips, the firm globes of her
cheeks like rounded hills.  Her slim but well-muscled legs, so shapely.  Even
lying still there was a fluid grace about her.

    I rose, and squatting over her legs, began to massage her shoulders and
back.  I kneaded at the muscles, finding and easing the little knots.

    "Ohh. That feels good." she murmured.

    "For me, too," I answered, for it did.  The feel of her skin, the texture
of the flesh beneath, was a sensuous delight in my hands.

    I worked the muscles across her shoulders, then down along her spine.  A
little side trip to the muscles above her hip bones, then back down over the
kidneys to where the twin hollows of her dimples lay.  I trailed my fingers
back up her spine to her neck, massaging the muscles, then worked back down.

    Next, I turned my attentions to the muscles of her thighs, kneading them
alternately, working down to the calves.

    I turned around and massaged her feet, gently kneading their bones,
rotating the ankle joint, easing the tensions in her toes.  When I finished, on
impulse, I sucked her big toe into my mouth.

    Turning around again, I worked the muscles of her buttocks.  What delights
they were!

    "You make me feel so relaxed, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep!" she whispered
languorously.

    "Feel nice?"

    "Mmmm. Good. It's sleepy and sexy at the same time."

    As I worked at her buttocks and thighs, her legs parted, and I changed
position so that I was kneeling between them.  The sight and feel of her body
was exciting, and soon my sword, still wetted from my last activities, was
standing in salute, announcing my appreciation of her beauty.

    I leaned forward, and began to apply my tongue to her neck, kissing and
bathing that delightful skin.  I bathed her back, licking each bump of her
spine, tracing the outlines of her shoulder blades.

    "Ohh. Mmm. Good. But wouldn't you rather I rolled over?"

    "Mmm. Perhaps, but later."

    As I bent over her back, applying my tongue to every delicious inch of her
back, my spear fell into the valley between her cheeks.  As I moved up and down
her back, so it moved up and down that delightful rift.

    "Mmm," she murmured, squeezing her buttocks together around it, "That feels
good too.

    "Have you ever... that is, would you like to...  Um, I mean, make love to
me THAT way?"

    "Yes," I replied, "I want you that way too."

    "I've never done that.  I've always been afraid it would hurt."

    "Don't be afraid."

    "I'm not, with you." I bent and turned my tongue to the valley, and to the
little ring hidden there.  I wet my tongue, invaded, wet again.

    "Ummm," she hummed.

    I gently wet my weapon against her, then placed its point to the little
puckered target, and pushed gently.  The door was shut tightly.  I wet my thumb
and gently pressed it to the portal, which opened slowly to my insistent
pressure.  I returned the point of my spear to the portal and gently pressed
once more.  Suddenly, with a cry of surprise, then a sigh, the door opened,
allowing the point to enter.

    "Are you alright?" "Ohh, yes.  It feels so big.  It is very exciting.
Ohh.  It doesn't hurt at all, it just feels big."

    I entered a bit further, the tight, hot doorway fanning my fires to a white
heat.

    "Mmm. Let me move on you," she said, wiggling.

    I gently withdrew, sliding back out.  She got up on her knees.  Carefully,
I renewed the fluids, adding some of her own, now flowing dampness, then held
the point of my weapon against its target.

    This time it was she who pressed, and the door opened more quickly,
admitting me easily.

    I held her still a moment, then gently and slowly entered.

    She began to moan again, and she moved back and forth slowly, each rocking
motion capturing more of me.

    "Oh. Mmm. More," she murmured.

    My blood was roaring in my ears, my heart pounding in my chest, the exotic
intimacy making we wild.  I began to groan.

    I squeezed her cheeks, then found her drenched lovebud with my fingers, my
other hand going to her breast.

    "Its good," she cried. "Ohh.  Yes, rub me there.  Ohh."

    I rubbed her lovebud, and entered her love tunnel with a finger.

    "I'm going to...  Ohh!  Ohh!" She pressed back against me, my spear
throbbing far into her body, the tight, hot anal canal surrounding me,
squeezing me.

    "Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried, grinding my hand against her button with one hand.
Her sphincter pulsed around me.  Her hand released mine and sought out my sac,
which she rubbed gently against her wet labia.

    "Ahhhhhhhh!" The cry burst from my throat as, despite the depletion of my
reservoirs, once more my tired cannons roared.

    Once again we collapsed together, my weapon caught in her body.

    "Ohhh," she whispered, "I had no idea.  Ohh.  Its...  so different, so
good."

    "You get me so hot," I said.

    I gently moved my member within her.

    "Oh!  Please pull out slowly...  Ohh.  Mmm." She giggled,"I might not be
able to sit for a week!"

    "I might not be able to walk," I laughed.

    Once again we embraced and kissed as the fires banked, and, twined
together, we fell asleep.

    I woke once in the night.  It was almost dawn.  Her head was nestled on my
shoulder, her legs twined about mine, her hand holding my sword.

    I smiled, and, fondling a breast, went back to sleep.

    When I next woke, the sun was well up the morning sky, and she was gone.  I
searched the island, but no sign of her.  The blanket was still there, though
the basket was gone.  When I went to the pile of my clothes to dress, I found
that my tee-shirt had been replaced with a checkered shirt that buttoned the
other way.

    I found some marks on the stone, written with the burnt end of a stick:
"Goodbye, my Apollo.  I love you."

    Though I searched the lake and nearby town for months, I never saw her
again.

    Were it not for a checkered shirt and a blanket, I would think I had
dreamed it all.
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