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 Author: Donato
Title: South Seas Interlude
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Summary: An erotic tale of a chance encounter on a outh seas isle
Keywords: MF, cons, oral,
Language: English
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   South Seas Interlude
By: Donato
She awoke to the sound of waves crashing on the rocks just beyond the
open window.  She had slept wonderfully and stretched lithely, like a cat,
running her hands over her silken skin paying particular attention to her
freshly shaven pussy from yesterday.  Mmmm, she purred to herself.  It
feels like I've just had a good fucking but...wasn't that a dream?  She
thought back and relished the thought of this hard, long cock penetrating
her sweet, soft folds and the fantastic orgasm she had but no man could do

that.  It had to be a dream.

   But wait she thought, as she sat up in the Victorian bed, this isn't my
room!  Where the hell am I?

   Just then, this gorgeous hunk of man walked into the room with a tray of
coffee and sweet buns clad only in a white towel.  She quickly pulled the
sheet up to cover her exposed breasts and he smiled revealing perfect ,
snowy white teeth.

   "Now darling, why are you being coy with me now, after last night?"

   "Ummm, then it wasn't a dream?"

   "Not at all, it was fantastic sex and I am hurt you are hazy about it. I
certainly recall every pleasurable minute.  You are a superb lover." "But,"
he added, " you did have four Mai Tai's which may have, shall we say,
loosened you up a bit?"

   "Uh yes, I do recall having a few drinks, did we meet at the bar?"

   "Yes, I saw you were alone and asked you to dance, we danced, we seemed
to fit nicely and as they say, the rest is history.  Are you sorry?"

   "No,' she almost shouted, "the sex was unbelievable, I just don't know
your name and that bothers me."

   "Nor do I know yours dear lady, I am Georges, and you are.....?"

   "Ahh Georges, French, yes well, I am Julia and I am very happy to meet
you." She looked directly at him but could not help but notice the bulge
that was becoming apparent under his white towel.  She longed to see this
cock that had satisfied her so completely.  Very few men had done that to
her.  She let her gaze wander down his body and made sure he followed her
eyes with his.  She wanted to make love to this man again, but, on her
terms.  She wanted to be in control this time.  She stared at the bulge and
lasciviously licked her lips as she saw his prick start to harden.  She was
aware his breath started to quicken and said, "Georges, put the tray down
and come over to me, oh, and lose the towel please?"

   He placed the tray on the table and let the towel drop as he walked
toward her.  He wanted her, he didn't care if it was on her terms or his,
all he knew was he had to bury his long, hard cock deep in her once again.
She was the most exotic creature he had ever met.  He would do whatever she
wanted.  Anything, no exceptions.

   He would even kill for her if that is what it took.  He had to have her
again, and again, and again.  He was totally infatuated with her and wanted
it go on as long as it could.  Her smile, her face, eyes, mouth, scent and
most of all, the sweetness of her pussy.  He could not get that out of his
mind.  Most women had a musky scent but she was sweet, like flowers and he
longed to drink of her again,.  He wanted to feel the flow of her in his
mouth and down his throat.  She was intoxicating to him.  He wanted all of
her.

   He stood before her, his erection full and hard.  She gazed at him and
it.  Each beat of his heart made it rise perceptibly.  Her eyes traced the
thick veins that ran the length of his shaft.  His cock's helmet was smooth
and dark pink in color.  A tiny drop appeared at the orifice which made her
lick her lips once more.  Why she wondered, was she doing this.  She didn't
even know this man and had already fucked him once, or so she thought, and
now wanted him again.  She dropped the sheet from her revealing her taut
breasts and hardened nipples.  She let her hands caress her nipples to make
them harder and closed her yes halfway at her own touch not wanting to lose
sight of his beautiful cock.

   She felt the sheet lifted from her legs and delighted at the softness of
his touch as he ran his finger tips down her smooth thighs and legs.  Her
body yearned for his touch and she felt as if she had a fever, she was hot,
hot to her very core.  The feelings inside her brain ran amok; why, who,
can I, should I, again, God help me but I want this man so bad.  He ran his
hands over her as she continued to be transfixed by his cock.  He was so
beautiful, gentle, caring, careful, loving, she ran out of adjectives.  Is
this real, she thought?  Am I really experiencing this wonderful feeling,
or is this another erotic dream?  She dropped her hand to her pussy and
carefully pinched her clitoris to insure she was awake.  Oh yes, she
thought, this is real and its wonderful.

   His eyes were locked on hers as she raised her gaze to him.  Their eyes
met and he bent low and their lips met.  Tentatively at first.  Each
wondering about the other.  He pushed his mouth over hers and opened his
lips to receive her tongue which she readily surrendered.  Their tongues
entwined in a passionate embrace, searching, probing, tasting.  He took her
tongue fully into his mouth and sucked it tenderly, She reciprocated only a
bit more forcefully which surprised him.  It became evident to them both
her lust was rising.

   Her hands dropped from his face and caressed his balls.  Her touch was
electrifying on the sensitive skin of his scrotal sac.  She ran her fingers
over his balls and fondled each of them.  One of her fingers traced the
outline of his rectum as if she were going insert her finger into him but
did not.  Rather she let her fingers glide over his hardened shaft.  She
loved the feeling of his turgid cock and wrapped one hand around and began
to stroke him softly.  His cock skin was silky to her touch and virtually
no friction was evident as she moved her hand up and down its manly curve.
Unconsciously, he pushed his prick against her hand; it felt so good to
him. The pent up cum in him longed to be loosed but he knew how to control
himself.  There was only one place he wanted his cock when he came; deep in
her sweet pussy.

   His hands felt her taut breasts and he pinched gently at her rock hard
nipples.  She moaned softly at his touch and squeezed his balls ever so
lightly so a moan escaped his lips.  They kissed deeply again.  Each lost
in his and her personal world of feeling and sensuality.

   She longed to taste his cock and enveloped its head in her mouth,
sucking the pre-cum from its tip and laving it with her tongue.  He quickly
gained the bed, spread his legs over her shoulders and lovingly lapped at
her pussy.  They were locked in a perfect and sensory satisfying
sixty-nine; her mouth was full of his cock and his mouth covering her
pussy.

   Each of them delighted in the taste of the other.  Her flowery musk
poured from her body and filled his senses to the limit.  His smooth,
controlled flicks at her wet pussy now became hard and urgent in an attempt
to consume all that was her sex.  He sucked harder and harder on her clit
while pushing his tongue deep within her vaginal walls.  He would swallow
her if he could.  She had both hands on his prick as he drove it in and out
of her waiting mouth.  She relaxed her throat so he could slide all the way
down as he fucked her face.  Her throat muscles accepted this penile
intrusion with abandon.  Each sought release for the other but it was she
who slowed them down.  She wanted to consume his cock with her cunt, she
needed to feel him enter her, she wanted him to fuck her.

   He sensed this and withdrew from her mouth and knelt in front of her,
between her spread legs, his cock at the ready and glistening with her
saliva.  She looked up him and spread herself open by raising her legs and
holding them in the air with her hands.  Her labia was stetched wide
revealing the deep, wet hole of her inner most recesses.  It was silvery
and wet with her flow her clit was engorged and elongated.  He wanted to
plunge himself into her but he slowly took his cock in his hand and began
to stroke himself to make himself even longer and harder.

   Her eyes grew wide as she saw this.  She didn't' believe it was possible
but his cock was getting thicker and longer.  Her lust knew no bounds and
she said, "Georges, now, please, fuck me.........".

   He took his cock's helmet and brushed it against her spread lips.  A
jolt shot thru them both as he made contact.  He spread the soft folds of
her elongated lips with his fingers, taking a moment to lick her juices
from his finger tips.  Then he placed the tip within her.  Her body
screamed with pleasure as she felt him enter.  Inch by glorious inch. 
Deeper, deeper, deeper than any man had ever penetrated her.  And then he
was there.  There bodies became one as he began to slowly, effortlessly
give her what she wanted..........