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   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, Kurfürstendam, 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 Mädchen
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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