"Have I tired you out so easily?" Rithalle asks, langurously crawling atop you and laying her body against yours. "And I had heard such great things about your virility!"
You chuckle. "I think you're well aware that the cock pressing into your belly isn't getting any softer," you say. "Nor will it. Feel free to make use of that fact whenever you please."
Rithalle clearly decides that she's had enough of conversation and teasing though, because she's already sitting up. Your penis rears before the dark skin of her taught stomach, a pillar of turgid flesh just ready for fucking. She bites her lip in anticipation as she lifts herself up over it.
A moan of ecstasy escapes her lips as she lets herself down, lets your dick slide into her. As before, you wonder at the tightness of her pussy. She throws her head back and, with a series of breathy sighs, starts to ride you.
The stars are coming out. The sun has sunk beneath the horizon, leaving only a small part of the sky a pale red, and overhead the great black expanse of the sky is set with pinpricks of light. Against this backdrop, a beautiful woman makes love to you. The moon is a crescent sliver over her shoulder.
"Oh gods... I have longed for this moment," she tells you with a smile, opening her eyes to look deep into yours. "You cannot imagine the torture I have endured in waiting for you... In waiting to have you inside me."
You grin. "I don't know about that," you say, content to let Rithalle roll her hips back and forth, her pussy massaging your cock. "Frankly, I've been desperate to fuck you since the first moment we met!"
That pleases her, and she lets out a small laugh of delight. She speeds up. Her breasts bounce enticingly, and you let your eyes travel from their movements down her body, over her stomach and the shadowed dip of her navel, to the juncture where your body meets hers.
"Oh... Oh!" Rithalle moans. "Oh it's so good!" Her hands grab her breasts, squeezing them as she whimpers. She rolls one nipple between thumb and forefinger as her other hand goes down between her legs to rub her clit.
"Oh, Sir ," she cries. "Oh, I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Oh!"
You lean forward, grab her, and fall back onto the couch taking her with you. Your bodies are lain along one another now and, grabbing her ass, you lift her hips so you can thrust up into her. You fuck her fast and frantically, and she squirms on top of you as her orgasm hits her and floods her body with pleasure.
You haven't come yourself yet, so when she's done and still dazed, you lift her off and stand. "I want you from behind," you tell her.
Breathless, she looks up at you with wide eyes. "Like an animal?" she asks. She seems hesitant.
"Yes," you say. "Like an animal."
All of a sudden, the look of apprehension on her fact starts to melt away, and you see a wicked excitement start to play in her eyes. "You know, in our culture it is considered a sin, to fuck like this," she says. "To fuck... like animals..." And she turns, gets onto all fours on the couch, and presents her beautiful ass to you.
"But sometimes," Rithalle says, "being virtuous is nowhere near as fun as being... sinful."
You waste no time in moving into position behind her and pushing your painfully stiff dick into her. She moans loudly as you start to fuck her with a brutal intensity she has never experienced before.
"Oh fuck!" she cries. "Oh, fuck me! Your dick feels so good in me, so good!"
Her ass shakes as you fuck her, two perfect cheeks enjoying the force of your thrusts. With one hand you reach beneath her and take a handful of titflesh; the other you grasp her hair with, intertwining your fingers with the dark strands. Both you and she are lost in a world of bliss.
When you come, it is an explosion. Stream after stream of semen erupt from the head of your cock, and is shot deep into Rithalle's tight pussy, a pussy which had never been fucked before this very night. Now, it is full to the brim with dick and cum, and she is loving every second of it.
Your orgasm sets of another of hers. Feeling your cock release its load into her is a huge turn on for Rithalle, who promptly cries out in joy and shakes her way through yet another wave of ecstasy. It's a wonder her moans don't wake up the entire palace.
At last her pleasured groans, and your own, die away to silence. Your thrusts, which were vigorous only moments before, fall still. You are both left, gasping and amazed, in the cool of a night which has seen something truly special. |