Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 08:55:16 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Magenta. Part Ten.

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Ten

   But that guy on the first time out since Malcolm, tried to get me to
admit that it was me in the pictures, but I suffered him up until midnight
and then pointed out to him that his time was up and he'd wasted it and
told him to fuck off.

   I was disappointed in one way and yet relieved that Malcolm himself
didn't phone up and ask to speak or want to see me. It was probably for the
best of reasons that he didn't do so and so it wasn't something I could
hold against him for he hadn't really wanted sex out there in the open. I
may have done him more harm than good, I don't know, nor did I find out.

   The number of these men wanting me to go out with them declined as the
photos got forgotten though I was now getting previous escorts wanting me
to go with them which was roughly half and half again of those who just
wanted a pretty women with them for a night out and those that knew I would
agree to have sex with them if I felt like it at the end of the evening.

   Time marched on and I was soon back at the doctor's for my six monthly
check up and he had a good look up my backside when I said that I had had
anal sex since the last visit. Mind you, he still had a good look up the
front too, as well as using his blunt instrument again.

   I think he really did look forward to my visit's because he was sporting
an erection before I'd even got inside the door. I was declared fit and
free from any problems and paid him in the way he wanted by letting him
climb on top of me and it was a really good fucking session we had together
on the couch. I often wondered how many of the other girls he had on that
couch because it was beginning to start to sag a bit I noticed, but I
didn't think it polite to ask, besides, a doctor couldn't discuss other
patients with another.

   It was not long after this visit that I was to be an escort to a
photographer to a dinner and award ceremony. He wasn't one of the winners,
but it was de rigeur that he made an appearance because of being short
listed. I met him at his studio suitably dressed for the occasion and knew
as soon as I looked at him to know he was a fruit. He wasn't a peach but
then neither was he a lemon, but something in between.

   He introduced himself as Trevor Bentley which meant nothing to be at the
time, but found out later that he was the second son of an Earl. He'd
absented himself from the family as soon as he was old enough for he knew
of his sexual orientation at that time and didn't want to embarrass the
family by being caught out at home. His father had paid for the studio and
equipment and he actually made a living out of it.

   He was the perfect gentleman in more ways than one. He knew how to speak
to those of his upbringing as well as people like me, just one step up from
the gutter as it were. He also knew how to treat a lady and I found it
wasn't just put on for me, but the same for all those that he met.

   Anyway, with us now knowing each other's name, went by taxi to this
grand hotel where, apart from the dinner and so on, there was a showing of
some of the photos taken by the winners and runners up and so forth. One of
Trevor's was up on display and he was quite proud of it.

   It was old fashioned in its way by being one of young woman milking a
cow by hand and I thought it was very good in the way he'd caught a far
away dreamy look in her eye as she pulled on the cow's teats.

   We wandered round looking at the others on show and I gave my opinion
when asked and he actually listened to my comments. Especially the scathing
ones I made of some pictures of nudes by one person. It boiled down to my
saying that they looked too posed and were not natural of how a woman would
sit or stand etc.

   Nothing more was said at this time and after a couple of sweet abysmal
tasting sherries we went into dinner and had a rather mediocre meal. Then
came the presentations to which we clapped like every other idiot and soon
it was time to go.

   We took a taxi back to his studio which was also where he lived, and he
asked me if I would like to see some of his other work. It used to be
etchings a girl was asked to view but now it was photo's and as I felt safe
with him, agreed. I liked a lot of his work and said so which pleased him
immensely, but I still didn't like the nudes he had done. They are the same
as the ones we saw at the showing I told him to which, after reflection, he
eventually agreed with me.

   I somehow got the feeling that he was leading me somewhere so I wasn't
really surprised when he did eventually pop the question. Would I consider
doing some nude modelling for him.

   He gushed on a bit that from what he had seen that evening, I had a good
figure, a captivating smile and seemed most natural in all that I had done
that evening.

   I was drinking gin and tonic having refused coffee and I now mulled over
his request and then thought of how bad my picture looked on that magazine
cover and knew I could look better than that, so I agreed.

   So I began going once a week to his studio for well over three months
for him to take hundreds of pictures of me in the buff and I don't know how
many poses that I tried to make as natural as possible.

   I then discovered that the best ones always seemed to be the ones where
he would catch me unawares as it were. I would spend all day, when I got
used to it, walking around the studio which was also his lounge and
kitchen, doing small household chores for him and suddenly get snapped
doing some mundane were shadows that could either hide or hint of whatever
piece of my anatomy he was taking a picture of at the time.

   Many were thrown away, but he built up a portfolio and, jumping ahead
somewhat, won the next year's award with photos of myself.

   He touched me many times, moving a breast slightly, pulling a lock of my
hair forward but never made any advances towards sex in the whole time he
was taking photos of me which I really thought unnatural for a man to have
a naked woman in front of him for hours and not make some attempt to have
sex in one form or another.

   He did admit that he was a homosexual when I brought this up one day
when we'd finished and were having a drink. We were like sisters now and he
felt he could talk to me when I asked if he ever took pictures of naked
male models. He told me that he didn't dare because an erect penis was like
a red rag to a bull for him and he would spend more time trying to have it
one way or another instead of taking good pictures of the subject.

   `Tell me honestly Magenta, what would you do if you were alone with a
naked man and he had an erection in front of you?'

   `Probably go down onto my knees to suck it before opening my legs for
him to use it,' I replied.

   `Well that's almost like me then though I would bend over for him to use
it,' he smiled. He was very frank with me about his love life and lovers
past and not present as he was in between at the moment and found that he
was rather like me in wanting a hard male erection all the time. We had
some good laughs over describing all the different cocks we'd had, their
shape, size and colour and the peculiar habits of the owners of them.

   It was an actual pleasure to go to his studio to have pictures taken of
me moving about naked though there was one week that I didn't parade round
like this because he had a visitor.

   `Magenta dear,' Trevor said when I entered on this day, `I'd like you to
meet a friend of mine, Bartosz Grabska.'

   `Call me Bart,' the man smiled at me as we shook hands. He was Polish
and about forty years of age, stocky and sported a moustache that he'd
allowed to grow and droop down the sides of his mouth. His eyes were a
bluey grey in colour and they seemed rather old and tired to my mind and
his hair was rough and unruly and looked as if it needed cutting or at
least some attention such as a comb or a brush. His smile was pleasant
though that belied his decrepit overall appearance and he handed me an
engraved visiting card.

   `Candyd Films?' I read out loud. `Never heard of them.'

   `Not many people have,' he chuckled, `only those who are interested in
art films.'

   `Come off it Bart,' Trevor said. `Who said they were art?'

   `What of your pictures then Trevor? The naked female in a variety of
poses, you call them art, don't you?'

   `Yes, but...'

   `But nothing. Mine are moving pictures of the same form and should
therefore be classed as art too,' he paused and turned to me. `I've been
looking through the portfolio that Trevor has compiled of you Magenta and I
think they are superb. If ever you would like to have a screen test I would
be most happy to have the opportunity to cast you in one of my films.'

   My heart gave a sudden leap at the thought of it being possible for me
becoming a film star, but it was soon dashed by Trevor.

   `Don't be taken in by him Magenta. He makes porno films and then calls
them art.' This brought me back down to earth.

   `You mean sex films?' I queried, having heard of them but not having
seen one yet.

   `Yes,' said Trevor.

   `Not exactly,' said Bart. `They are more of educational in that they
show how a man and a woman react when together.'

   `Balls! They're made for men to jerk off as they watch some chick get
fucked by a man with a bigger tool than they've got,' said Trevor. `Don't
listen to him Magenta.' I wanted to follow Trevor's advice but I still
wanted to know a bit more about what these sex films entailed.

   `Not entirely,' Bart carried on. `We also make private films for a
couple who wish to preserve a part of their life on a video that they can
watch over the years and remember at how good it had been when they were in
the throes of their first love.'

   `Oh cut the crap Bart! You also get your rocks off watching two people
fuck each other and then have the gall to call it art. Don't listen to him
Magenta. He'll drag you into his web and then you'll be tangled up like a
fly on a bed for every Tom, Dick and Harry to stick his cock inside you and
nine times out of ten, come all over your face and body and you'll have to
have a happy grin on your face while they are doing this and look as if you
are enjoying it.'

   `What a black and misguided picture you paint Trevor,' Bart
replied. `The videos we make for a man and wife are made with delicacy and
have respect for the two making love and showing their love for one another
in the way that they want to.'

   They kept up this argument for nearly an hour before they gave up,
neither of them conceding to the other's point of view, but I put his card
away in my bag to give it some thought at a later date. He eventually left
after saying goodbye, kissing my hand and whispering that I shouldn't
forget what he had offered. Then with him gone, I stripped off for Trevor
to use up another roll of film taking pictures of me all over the studio.

   The time came when he said that he had as many pictures of me that he
needed and it would take ages to sort out, but we parted as good friends
and agreed that we would stay in touch.

   Again I will jump ahead slightly to say that he contacted me about six
months later to say that he'd got the chance to use six of my pictures for
a large calendar manufacturer and wanted my permission to use them. I would
be paid of course from the commission and I saw no reason to refuse as long
as my name wasn't mentioned. This I would brook no argument about. His name
could be on the photographs but not mine to which he agreed.

   So I finished up on many a garage wall as well as workshops and
schoolboys dormitories and on the insides of lockers in men's changing
rooms. The cheque was a healthy one too and it was one of these pictures
that won Trevor his award at the next year's ceremony.

   Meanwhile, I was still going out as an escort to single and sometimes
married men whose wife couldn't, or would not attend some function or
another.

   It was at a dinner dance that I met up with Ralph again from our
agency. It was a fund raising event for some charity and I was with a
middle aged man and Ralph was with a reasonably wealthy widow. I think the
man's name I was with was Andrew, and we entered this hotel and went
through to the reception area of this function for a pre-dinner drink and I
spotted Ralph.

   It was only natural that we should get together and talk and the lady he
was escorting was named Mildred. So we became a foursome as we chatted
through the orange champagne cocktail and then went and sat at the same
table for the dinner.

   Ralph looked as smart and handsome as he'd been that day in the agency
office and I began to get a small glow in the lower part of my belly just
by seeing him there. He appeared to be getting on as well with Mildred as I
was with Andrew, both of us able to talk easily to a member of the opposite
sex and so the conversation never flagged throughout the whole evening.

   After the meal came the speeches and donations pledged and then it was
dancing for the next two hours. Andrew wasn't a bad dancer and I could see
that Ralph just seemed to glide across the floor with Mildred. It came, as
I suspected it would, that he eventually asked me for a dance and for
Andrew and Mildred to change partners as well.

   He took my hand and led me to the floor and then swept me away in a
waltz and the glow in my stomach turned into a fire and I knew then that we
would be sleeping together that night. We switched partners several times
and each time he held me in his arms and I looked at the merry glint in his
eyes, knew that he was having the same thoughts as me.

   Midnight came which was the end of the evening as far as the dancing was
concerned, and also our contractual obligations to Andrew and Mildred.

   Ralph in his impeccable way and with charm made it appear that Andrew by
right should escort Mildred home and that he would do the same for me. It
was made to appear as though Andrew had made the offer to Mildred and she
seemed happy enough and we saw them out and into a taxi and then I gave
Ralph a hug and told him how clever he was at engineering the whole thing
so that we would left alone together.

   `I wanted to the first moment I saw you at the reception,' he said,
putting his arm round my shoulders as we waited in line for a taxi.

   `I did too,' I admitted and gave his arm a squeeze. Then our turn came
and he opened the rear door for me to get in.

   `Where are we going?' he asked of me.

   `Your place,' I replied, and so he gave the driver his address which I
took a mental note of as he got in and sat beside me. He took my hand and
held it in his all the way to his flat and I liked that touch. He paid off
the driver when we got there and he escorted me into the building and I was
glad that I hadn't said my place, for this was far, far better than mine.

   `I'm on the first floor so there's no point taking the lift,' and so we
walked up the stairs hand in hand and he unlocked the door to his flat and
ushered me inside.

   I could see at my first glance that it was a bachelor pad, very
utilitarian, very neat and tidy without any sign of the fripperies that a
female would collect and display.

   `Drink?' Ralph asked undoing his bow tie as he went towards an obvious
drinks cabinet.

   `Gin and tonic please if you have it,' I replied, settling myself down
on a very nice sofa. He mixed the drinks and brought them over and sat down
beside me. We sipped our drinks and looked at each other over the rim of
our glasses.

   `Magenta. We're both adults and know what we want when we want
it. Rather than waste time beating round the bushes, will you come to bed
with me?'

   `That's why I came here Ralph,' I said smiling at him.

   `Let's take our drinks through then,' he smiled, his teeth very white in
his black face. He took my hand and led me through to his bedroom and with
our glasses put down by the side of the bed, we went into each other's arms
and kissed.

   I could feel that he wanted me by the presence of his organ pressing
against my stomach through his trousers. I let him undress me and kiss my
body as it was revealed to him, taking his time over my nipples, making
then rise and become as hard as nuggets.

   He even kissed my muff when he pulled down my panties for me to step out
of, and when I was completely naked, I began to take his clothes off. He
took his own coat off as I started to undo the buttons of his shirt and
pushed it off his shoulders to reveal a strong hairless chest. I ran the
tips of my fingernails across his nipples to make them rise up before
kissing them. The shirt was allowed to fall to the floor as I undid the
attached belt of his trousers and pulled down the zipper.

   With my fingers hooked in at both sides of his trousers and underpants,
slowly pulled them both down and watched as the hair of his groin came into
view and then the base of his organ and it seemed to go down a long way
before it suddenly sprang up free from his clothing.

   I was delighted in the size and the way that the pink head inside its
foreskin winked at me as it settled in an almost forty five degree angle to
point upward to my stomach. The trousers and pants were instantly forgotten
as I went down on my trembling knees to take hold of it and bring it
straight in line with my face.

   My hands looked so small as I held it and saw the striking contrast of
my whiteness compared to the darkness of what was in my hands, the head
just peeking out from my grasp.

   I eased the foreskin back as far as it would stretch before moving my
head forward, licking my lips in anticipation, my eyes flicking up to meet
his in a smiling face. Then I took him in and ran my tongue round the top
of it and breathed in the heady smell of his sex. My mouth was full and my
heart was leaping about inside my chest and my nipples ached as I tasted
him as I sucked and began to nibble at the base of the head.

   My thighs began to quiver as I felt a thin trickle of juice start to
slide down I was so wet up there between them as my head went back and
forth on his cock.

   `That's enough Magenta,' he said, pulling his hips back away from me so
that his rod bounced up out of my mouth. `Let's not waste the first one
there,' he said, lifting me up from my knees as he moved his legs and feet
to free himself from his trousers and underpants. `Let's put it where it
really belongs,' as he pulled me to him and squashed my breasts against his
chest as we kissed again, his erection now getting mashed up between us.

   `Well it's no good where it is now unless you're going in through my
navel,' I murmured, loving the feel of his strong arms round me. He laughed
and moved me backwards until I felt the back of my knees touch the edge of
the bed. I was all for falling backwards to have his weight knock the
breath out of me, but he put one knee on the bed and slowly lowered me down
onto it and then scooped up my legs to lay me length-wise on the top of
it. Then he got on and stretched his own body out alongside mine, laying on
his side so that he could stroke my breasts, much to my pleasure.

   I stroked his face as he leaned in towards me and we kissed some more
before he moved and then began to kiss my throat and neck before going down
to kiss and suck on my hard raised nipples. I liked the gentle nibbling
nips of his teeth as he teased them making the ache even more intense and
stoking up that fire deep in my belly.

   The kissing then went down my chest for him to eventually get to running
his tongue round the indentation of my belly button, hoping that it was
free from any fluff that sometimes get stuck in there.

   With the shifting of his body, I moved my legs so that he had space to
move in between them as he continued his downward passage towards his
goal. His breath was hot on my flesh as his tongue traced the outline of my
bush from the top and right down to my inner thighs.

   I could feel what were like little electric flashes that were coming out
from the tip of his tongue as he touched every raw nerve all around the
opening into my body. He then still teased me by touching every fold of
flesh with that tongue of his, moving them from side to side as he tasted
every inch of the outside before even attempting to probe the inner me.

   It made me jolt when he did start on my insides and it was such a soft
whispering touch that made me want to scream out at both the pleasure and
frustration I was receiving. He licked round the inner lips with just a
brush across the hard tip of my clitoris that was standing up hard just
begging for his attention.

   I began to squirm under his ministrations as I felt myself burning up
inside at the prolonged probing of his tongue all around the edges of where
I wanted it to be inserted.

   Did I let go with a bang and a scream when his tongue fully entered my
vagina and gave a wiggle to the steaming flesh inside. My legs came
together as this wave of heat roared down my body, trapping his head as I
bucked in the throes of an orgasm. It felt as though there was a vacuum
cleaner there as I could feel whatever I was releasing being drawn out of
my body in one big suction.

   All the butterflies that had been chasing each other round in my stomach
seemed to come together in one big mass and then explode into tiny
fragments and course out of my body through my vagina into this powerful
mouth that was clamped around it.

   I struggled weakly as he forced my legs apart to release his head and I
lost that suction as he reared up to take in one huge gasp of the air that
I had been denying him. I gave him a wan smile and I think that if his face
hadn't been black, he would have been a bright red from the lack of oxygen
that I had been depriving him of.

   But he gave me a big smile and I could see that his lips glistened with
what could only have been the contents of what my body had released. Then
with a wink of an eye, he was back down there to finish off the job and the
mess he had created by bringing about my orgasm.

   I could now look down over my breasts, not that I could see much, only
the top of his head as it bobbed between my thighs as I felt his tongue
rasping me as he licked me clean. Even doing this was arousing me again and
I let my head fall back on the flat pillow and gave myself up to the
pleasure he was giving me. But now as my body began to react again, I
wanted him inside me, to probe and tease me further up than his tongue
could reach and I begged him to come up and enter me.

   `Ralph,' I pleaded. `Enough of that. I need you inside.'

   `What is it you want Magenta?' he asked as he raised his head from in
between my thighs, his mouth still wet and shining in the light.

   `I want you.'

   `That's not enough. What and how do you want me?'

   `Don't tease me Ralph,' I begged.

   `Say it! Talk dirty to me. Tell me exactly what you want.'

   `You bastard Ralph,' I hissed. `I want your big black cock shoved up
inside my cunt and I want you to fuck my brains out! Is that enough?' I
cried. `Please, Ralph, now. I want you to fuck me now!'

   He smiled and slithered up my body and I felt his tip probe me for just
a moment before he moved again and his length slid up inside me as his body
covered mine and our stomachs met with him now up inside me. It was a
smooth and soothing entrance but it soon began to make itself felt as it
began to throb and pulsate as if it was itself on the brink. That hard
solid piece of flesh was melting my insides without even moving, and when
it did begin to move, I came apart.

   My legs went high up for my body to take more in and I pushed down to
meet him at every thrust he made up into me. His tool gouging out a new
furrow in my field as he ploughed into me at every stroke. I became like a
wild animal beneath him as we thrashed about on the bed as we fucked, my
arms were round his back and I know that I was clawing him as he rode me
and took me higher than I'd ever been before.

   My legs were so high as my body arched up that it was only my shoulders
and head on the bed as I went up so high and got pushed about the bed with
every downward stroke he made.

   I screamed as I orgasmed and I'm sure my whole body left the bed for he
came at the same time with a roar, his hands lifting me up to pull me
harder onto himself as he came inside me.

   The sweat was pouring off our bodies as we crashed back onto the sheets,
his body coming down on mine as we held each other tight to rock together
in the final throes of our coming at the same time. I was delirious with
pleasure at all the different sensations that flowed through my body as we
lay locked in our embrace. His cock was still throbbing away, beating a
tattoo on my inner walls as my muscles kept jumping of their own accord in
rhythm to his pulsating piece inside me.

   I lay there savouring his heavy weight and thrilling to the smell of his
sweat and of the sex that hung over us like a cloud to be taken in through
the nose and enjoyed so much that you could actually taste it. I ran my
hands all up and down his slippery back and felt as though I was in heaven
in the way that I felt right then. A man on top and inside me still hard
and still giving me pleasure by just him having it there to fill that void
within me.

   Sex can be acquainted to the passage of time on a summer's day. The sun
rises in the morning getting stronger the higher it rises and then it peaks
and the strength begins to slowly go as evening approaches and then
withdraws till the following morning.

   Now was the twilight of our sex and Ralph finally stirred and it became
night for he pulled out to leave me gasping at the loss that my body had
hungered for in the first place. But I had been made happy in that few
hours of sunshine and knew that with a little rest, the world would still
turn and he would rise again for me to bask in the sunshine and glory of
being fucked again.

   I don't think we could bear the touch of each other for the first five
minutes such was the heat that each of us had generated from our exertions
and had to give ourselves time to cool down.

   We lay there like statues without moving, ebony and ivory, like two
piano keys, so close together and yet not touching, waiting for a finger to
touch us to bring us out of ourselves and make music again.

   It was my finger that moved first as I used it to trace the line of his
hip, not daring to go further just yet. He stirred but didn't open his eyes
but I could see a slight smile on his face as I then turned towards him, to
look down at his strong muscular body and could just see the base of his
organ as it disappeared down between his thighs in its comatose state.

   Sated though I was, I knew it would take more than one coupling to
appease the appetite I had for an erect penis up inside me. I kissed his
shoulder before I moved onto my side and made myself comfortable so that my
free hand could glide up and down his chest and over his flat stomach. The
smile stayed on his face as I let my hand rove over his body, fingers only
and then only the tips, gently brushing his black smooth satiny skin.

   `I'm a man, not a God,' he said softly. `It will take time.'

   `I thought you were asleep,' I lied.

   `I don't think any man could sleep knowing that you were lying next to
him Magenta. Your body is as soft as your mind is sharp, a body that many
men would kill for. One that would keep men awake for hours to look at and
covet and I consider myself a lucky man by you letting me have what they
can only dream about.' His hand came up and took mine and he wound our
fingers together and held them on his lower chest.

   `Don't underrate yourself either,' I said. `A great many women would
have gladly swapped places with me when I saw you naked for the first
time. You lived up to my expectations as I hoped I lived up to yours,' I
said. His hand squeezed mine.

   `You exceeded mine by miles and the only trouble is that we will never
be able to repeat it.'

   `What?' I reared up. `Wham bam thank you mam! Is that all it is?' I
demanded, my hackles rising.

   `Oh I like this side of Magenta,' he grinned, opening one eye as he
looked at me. `Silly goose. What I mean is that we will never be able to
capture the same fire, the same thrill of our first time together. That
first taste of anything we ever like is never the same as that first
time. Just think on what I've just said, whether it be a drink, a certain
food, sex if you like. That first savouring moment of a strange touch,
feel, excitement, whatever.

   Life is like a kaleidoscope. One moment you have a lovely picture when
you look through the tube, but the slightest touch and the picture changes,
and it doesn't matter how many times you turn it round, you will never ever
get that same first picture back again.'

   `Bloody hell! A naked philosopher,' I said, letting go of his hand and
giving his chest a rake with my nails but a smile to go along with it. `So
I'll forgive you for the way it came out when you first said it.'

   `But there's nothing wrong with trying again to repeat it ,' he said as
he gave out a chuckle.

   `When,' I said, letting my hand run down to his groin.

   `Soon, later,' he said.

   `I'd rather it be sooner than later,' I exclaimed getting up onto my
knees and moving down the bed. There I found that his penis was still as
limp as a wet sausage, not a chipolata, but a fat pork one that when placed
in a frying pan, swells up with the heat as it's being cooked, and if not
pricked, bursts out and ruins the oil it's being cooked in. I hefted it in
my hand and would gladly have chewed on it raw it looked that good, but
took it into my mouth and sucked upon it instead.

   In its present state, I was able to take most of it in and use my tongue
and get it in between the flesh and foreskin and run it round the whole
head, cleaning out the last vestiges of his coming inside of me. This I
took inside me as I worked on the soft piece of meat in my mouth, tonguing
and sucking and slowly had the glow inside as I felt it began to grow.

   Such is the power of a woman over a man. A mouth that is hot, a full
naked body that has a honey pot that even bees would fight over. I brought
that man up to his full potential and soon had him hard and erect and could
feel it begin to throb and knew it would soon be pulsating inside me to
feed on my honey pot and then add his pollen to make me bloom. God how I
like a thick hard cock in my hand, mouth, fanny and any other orifice, as
long as it was up and ready to please me, I loved it.

   He was ready and so was I, and he pulled me up and laid me down beside
him and kissed me before climbing over me and getting between my legs and
putting that lovely organ that I had raised up from the dead into where it
would do me the most good.

   This wasn't as frantic as our first coming together but nice and slow,
his weight on his elbows with just our pelvic regions touching apart from
what was inside me. That moved even slower as his hips gently undulated and
I wondered what it looked like from an observer's point of view. The cheeks
of his bum rising and falling as he moved himself in and out of me.

   Also, what did it look like to see it slide inside me? Did it glisten
with my juices that helped lubricate its passage as it moved like a well
oiled piston? It's one thing to feel it and yet another to see it. I didn't
scratch his back this time but stroked and encouraged him to keep up the
steady in and out rhythm that I so enjoyed. That hard flesh of his shaft as
it rippled and sent tremors throughout my body every time he reached the
limit of how much he could put inside me, my muscles clamping onto him
every time he pulled back.

   My legs were as wide as they could be to give him the room to move and
as the growing fire inside me began to heat up, my legs went up to try and
circle his waist to increase the depth he could drive into me.

   `I love doing this,' I said as I smiled up at him, his face giving off a
shine from the fine mist of sweat that was beginning to break out.

   `So do I...Magenta...especially...with you,' he said between
thrusts. `Do you know...that your nipples...are the...same... colour
as... your hair?'

   A fact that I'd not really noticed before. The talking stopped as he
came down onto his elbows and hooked his hands up under my back and onto my
shoulders, his chest now just rubbing the nipples and exciting them as if
they weren't already up and aching. His movements began getting faster and
I urged him on by telling him to push harder. It was like the finish of a
race as he put the most effort into those last few yards as we hammered at
each other in the throes of our coupling and I could feel the searing heat
coming from his ramming cock.

   I wondered as I came if he could feel my own heat bursting forth from my
belly to coat him and douse his fire as he held me tight and pumped his
seed up into me. One would probably negate the other was my last coherent
thought as I gave up my mind to the pleasurable waves that were now rolling
all through my body.

   Ralph lay on top of me as he had done the first time and I kept him
there for nearly as long for me to continually flex my muscles to savour
the pleasure of his hardness still inside me. He eventually pulled out to
my cries of dismay and flopped onto his back beside me and flexed his elbow
joints as they must have become locked as had supported his upper body
weight.

   `Magenta,' he said after several minutes and rolling to lay sideways to
me, giving me a kiss as I turned my head towards him. `That was
beautiful. The best I've ever had.'

   `I think I can say the same,' I replied as I returned his kiss a little
sleepily. `You sure wore me out you lovely big fucker you.'

   `Stay here for the rest of the night, you do sound rather tired.'

   `I wasn't thinking of going. I want to wake up with you and see what you
are like in the morning,' I said with a big yawn.

   `Even better,' he grinned.

   `That's what I like to hear,' I mumbled and drifted off to sleep.

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