“Stop this torture,” I moaned. “Just fuck me, will you?”
“In short while,” he said, licking down the cleavage where he’d pushed my breasts together, and turning around in the bed so that I could keep rubbing his penis. His tongue licked across the bottom of my breasts, and then down my belly to circle my navel, then dipped into it.
“Your girlfriend gave up this?” I wanted to ask, but my breath caught in my throat, so all I could manage was another moan. He licked my navel a little more, and then slid lower in bed so I had to release his penis. In a moment I felt his hands, pushing my thighs apart, and his head nuzzling between them. And the wet, warm, point of his tongue pushed out and flicked up and down my cleft, from my perineum to my clitoris and down again.
I began to orgasm, helplessly. I would have bucked and thrashed but he held me down with far greater strength than I could have imagined in his slim body. I came and came again, moaning and crying, until I literally couldn’t try to buck and thrash any longer. With a last sigh, I lay still.
His body slid up my sweat-slick nakedness, kissing me again, from my navel up to my breasts, then my neck, until finally his mouth found my lips. His hot breath mingled with mine.
“Fuck me,” I said when he broke the kiss. “Don’t wait any longer. I can’t.”
In response I felt the head of his penis slide up and down my vulva, between my labia, wetting itself in my lubricating fluid. He raised himself on his elbows over me, and I felt his hips thrust my thighs further apart as his penis searched for my vaginal entrance, and then found it.
[Until this point I have written the story from my perspective only. I will now describe what happened from two viewpoints, first mine, and then Yuri’s.]
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JULIANA:
This is what a penis penetrating my vagina feels like to me:
As his glans pressed apart my labia, I felt myself spread wide open, as though I’d been split apart. A moment later, with exquisite slowness, I felt his penis enter, and, involuntarily, threw my head back and gasped.
(I always gasp when being penetrated by a penis. Many times I’ve even been challenged to not gasp. I have never managed it. The sensation of being penetrated with a penis does something to me that makes me throw my head back, shut my eyes and gasp, whether I want to or not. Strangely enough this never happens when I’m penetrated with a finger or a dildo. Some of my female lovers have told me it’s the same with them.)
I had been without a penis inside my vagina for long enough – at least three months, my last lover before Yuri had been a woman, actually two women – that I had begun to feel a half-subconscious emptiness inside me, like a near ache that needs relief but never quite gets it. Now, as Yuri’s penis slid deep inside my vagina, I felt myself filled up at last. His penis was hot and throbbing inside me, far warmer than a dildo or a finger, and I felt my vagina clench around it as my perineal muscles tightened involuntarily.
“Oh god,” I moaned, as he began thrusting, slowly and lusciously. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Each thrust was exquisite, starting from almost my entrance and ending only when there was no way to go further, with his pubis pressed against mine, his pubic hair mashed against my clitoris, and his scrotum rubbing against my perineum. I felt that we were no longer two people, but one person, joined immutably to each other between our legs. I put my feet flat on the bed and began thrusting my hips at him, trying to force him in even deeper every time he pushed into me. I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders, as I felt another orgasm approaching, building somewhere in the pit of my stomach. And then it struck, with waves of pleasure clenching my vagina from cervix to clitoris, and racing out from my pelvis to wash over my body.
Even as I came off that first orgasm I felt him speeding up his strokes, his breaths coming in grunts as his hips slammed against me. With each thrust my breasts wobbled back and forth on my chest, an amazingly pleasurable sensation that I somehow never find anyone else talking about. You’d think women writers of erotica, who presumably have sex and have breasts of their own, would talk about it, but they don’t; not even the Nancy Friday books I ever read mention this. My clitoris, under constant stimulation from his pubic hair, sent darts of pleasure up into me and suddenly, without a warning this time, I was orgasming again, crying out as I came.
“I’m going to come,” he whispered as my second orgasm began to recede.
“Come,” I whispered, my hands clasping his buttocks and pressing him to me. “Come inside me, please.” I have never really felt properly fucked by a man unless I can feel him orgasm inside my vagina. “Fill me up.”
And a moment later, shuddering, he did, grinding his hips against mine in a circular motion that, incredibly, pushed me over the edge for the third time in as many minutes. I felt his warmth and wetness flood my insides even as I added my own flood of lubricating fluid, melding our emissions into one sweet nectar of love.
At last it was over. He lay on top of me, wrapped in my arms, while his penis slowly softened inside my vagina. And then he kissed my lips tenderly.
“My girlfriend was wrong,” he said. “It was not blonde model type girl. You are far more beautiful than any one of those.” I could feel his heart beating against mine, and didn’t want it to ever stop.
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YURI:
I have been unhappy many times but was most unhappy when I was at _____________ [my city: Juliana] alone and lonely, with nothing to go back to either because Svetlana [not her real name: Juliana] had dump me. I was at extreme bottom when I got informed that even flight home was cancelled because of coronavirus. And then when I was seriously thinking whether it would have been better to have been blow up by rebel mine in _________ when Juliana came to talk to me.
I had met her before during meeting and work, of course, but not close up, not to talk to on personal level. She is good looking woman, brown and slightly plump with black hair, not sort I often see back in my own country. Also she is friendly, sympathetic type, so soon I found myself telling my problems to her over dinner. And somehow, I do not know whether she suggested it or I did, I found that next day I was promised to paint her.
That night in hotel room my heart beat with excitement. Last time I had painted anything it was mountain scene from memory, with sun setting over lake with hills in background. I had also remembered old song from another language, not mine:
Bo tvoya vroda
To e chistaya voda
To e bistraya voda
Z sinikh giir.
(“Your beauty is like clear water, is like flowing water, from blue mountains.”)
Now I was going to paint Juliana, and she is kind of person I wanted to paint, my fingers wanted to paint. One of my favourite art objects is Venus of Willendorf, which is Stone Age statue of beautifully crafted plump naked woman. She is more than 25000 years old but is perfect example of what nude art should be. If you have not seen photos of her, she is very obese but with perfect round curves for sculpting, or to paint. Juliana is not obese, but her curves and her whole manner make me want to do something to get her on paper like Venus of Willendorf. I cannot of course suggest that she pose naked; I can only imagine in my mind. But still in my hotel room that night, for first time in weeks, I masturbated, and I guiltily thought of Juliana’s face in fantasy while I did. Though she had told me that she was not married and without any boyfriend, I was sure she was only being kind to me to ask me to paint her, so it was something to be ashamed of.
Next afternoon Juliana took me in her car direct from work to her home, showing me city on the way. She has nice flat on upper storey, with large rooms, and I was surprised to see she had bought art supplies for my painting. She says I had told her what to buy but I do not remember it. While she made dinner I did some preliminary sketches with pencil, which only showed me that she is really prefect for painting naked, and my biggest regret was that I would not be able to ask her to pose without clothes for me.
But to my surprise, when I say that she can wear anything she wants, she herself replied that she wants to pose naked! And before I could even gather my breath about it she not only stripped her clothes but asked me to position her. My heart was hammering so hard that I was afraid she could hear it, and when I was putting her leg as I wanted it I found my eyes at level of her vagina. It was hairless and her inner lips protrude out like little flower petals from bud, and all I could think was how much I wanted to suck on them.
I had positioned her to face away to one side, so I would paint curve of her body and breast but not have to look at her vagina and want what I had been thinking about last night. But she herself said she wanted to be painted from front with her vagina visible, and that is what I did.
I do not really think about what I am painting when I paint. It is always need too much concentration on each part, on what I am painting any given minute. But it is easy this time to see Juliana, match her form to sketches and Venus of Willendorf, and almost before I realise it painting is finished. I stretched and told her it is done, and next minute I find her kissing me and crying as though her heart is breaking.
It is something that make me very sad, that this beautiful and kind woman should cry.
But she was then unbuttoning my shirt, pulling me by hand to bedroom, and helping me remove trousers and underwear. I found myself kissing her as she massaged my penis, which had been hard for too long, And without even thinking what I was doing I heard her asking me to fuck her.
It was long time since I last had sex with anyone. Svetlana was not very welcoming with sex. She only opened her legs to me a few times in year we were together, mostly on occasions that she wanted to celebrate with sex, like New Year, our birthdays, and similar. Juliana was not like that. She like flower that open to engulf me. Let me explain.
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