The lunch invitation had simply been the next logical step. He had not planned that it would lead to sex, just more connecting with Jyll, and then eventually to sex. As the hour approached, he felt a surge of anticipation, arousal, and butterflies tinged with erotic possibility. Something sexual was probably going to happen. It was exciting and a little surreal to imagine after going so long without sex.

In his conservative Christian background, he had been conditioned against being sexually aggressive toward women. He had been thoroughly acculturated to project a nice-guy persona, and to take on a “gentlemanly” mindset. In his twenties, he realized later, it had also been an excuse not to take risks by pursuing women. Yes, he had pursued his former wife and won her over, but it was all within the bounds of chastity. He had never adopted the frat-boy attitude of pursuing women with the intention of “scoring.”

Until now, he thought. In the aftermath of his divorce, he had resolved to cast off that restraint. Well, it wasn’t exactly a frat-boy type of thing, whatever that was. It was his version of being more aggressive, going after what he wanted, and asserting himself, but without being pushy or stupid.

With Jyll, he was soon to discover, things seemed to fall into place, he didn’t have to control anything except himself. It just flowed between them. He would take the initiative, and venture to make certain semi-calculated steps, to advance their connection physically and emotionally. There was some degree of risk involved with being the initiator, but he trusted his perceptions and ability to read her. She responded to him, and he went on. It was an exciting dance that involved more art than science. It had been obvious from the night before that the energy between them was intense and erotic, even though he hadn’t directly touched her skin beyond kissing.

Jyll came over to his little apartment at noon, right on time. His apartment had been built from the daylight basement of a large home. It was completely self-contained, with a bathroom, kitchen, and a separate entry at the back of the house. There was one large room that served as a kitchen, dining room, and living, then a separate bedroom and bathroom.

He welcomed her at the door and then led her into the little apartment. When he turned to face her next to the dining table, she fluidly stepped into him, her petite body nestling into his arms in what felt like a perfect fit. It was uncanny how every motion they took together seemed to have such a way of feeling just right and completely comfortable but also arousing. She turned her face up to his, and the angle felt exactly right. They kissed.

The kiss was a switch flipped on. It returned them instantly to the passion and intensity of the night before. Only they were not in a car in an empty parking lot. They were in his apartment, where anything felt possible. Few words had been spoken and none were necessary.

They ended up seated on the sofa, without any real pauses. From there they shifted to lying down on the sofa, just going with the flow. He lay on his side, propped up on his left elbow, with her on her back, so they could continue kissing as his hand explored her body more with his right hand. She was in a t-shirt and jeans, and while he had not yet attempted to touch her skin, he was taking in her form with his right hand. She was fit and petite, and his hand enjoyed everything he felt. Like another set of eyes, his hand took in her flat tummy, the modest swell of her breasts, and her trim athletic thighs. The blood seemed to pound through him as the lust inside him flooded his mind. He wanted her more. He wanted more of her.

Like a goddess in his arms, Jyll seemed even more turned on than the night before. It felt intoxicating to him to experience a woman so caught up in arousal. Her imagination had soared on the drive over, and she squirmed in her seat noticing the building wetness even before she had pulled into the driveway behind his car. The arousal had built to a fever pitch, throbbing inside, and it demanded release. She writhed impatiently under his touch and feverishly moaned into their kiss. The intensity of the night before seemed to have impossibly increased. He adjusted her position so that she faced away from him and nestled her ass into him.

Spooning, he nibbled on her neck and enveloped her in his arms. He felt down between her legs now and she opened her thighs to accommodate. Her cries of desire, with her mouth no longer muffled by the kissing, filled the room, as his hand asserted pressure on her clit through her jeans. She released her need into her cries as his hands explored her body over her clothes.

Sometimes, the indirect pressure is the most maddening.

He knew that his landlords were away and that two elderly ladies were house-sitting. He had heard them earlier when he went into the shared laundry room that was in the part of the basement not included in his apartment. There was no way those ladies were not hearing Jyll’s sounds of passion. He didn’t care. Maybe it would amuse them to hear it.

How long could this unfulfilled erotic teasing go on?

When he could take it no more, he broke off the sofa embrace and guided her up. Then he led her into his bedroom.

It was a perfect early spring day in New York, and the cheerful sunlight outside sifted into his bedroom with a soft sensual diffusion. It reminded him of Penthouse pictorials from the late 70s, the natural light used so artfully to create each achingly erotic tableau.

Only this was real.

The kissing, touching, and ecstatic sounds continued as they stumbled into his bedroom. Crossing the threshold felt portentous to him. He was crossing over to a new page in his life. He turned her in his arms again, facing her away from him, and began to undress her. She arched her back slowly in the act of being unveiled, and like Venus, her body began to appear. There was a profound sensual grace in the feminine way she moved, and it pierced him with lust and desire.

First, her shirt went over her head, and then her bra fell away, baring her petite breasts to the room. He came close to her then and, reaching around cupped her firm mounds, discovering that her nipples were shaped somewhat uniquely, slender, and long, and…oh, so sensitive.

“I like to have them squeezed,” she purred, putting her hands over his as he held her breasts. She leaned back against him and laid her head back on his shoulder. “Pinch them hard,” she encouraged.

He was rewarded with her gasp and a deep groan as his fingers tightened. She pressed back against him, nestling further into his embrace, accepting his exploring hands on her body, and expanding the amount of bare skin contact.

She unbuttoned her jeans and together they pushed the tight fabric down over her slender hips revealing a black satin thong. She had a svelte athletic figure, and he felt the bare swell of her hips under his hands as he stroked downward. He relished the sight of her tight ass, and she arched to look back at him as he stroked her bare ass cheeks appreciatively.

The rest of the clothes fell away without awkwardness. His focus was entirely consumed with her erotic beauty as it appeared before him. Later, he reflected on how time seemed to slow down with their movements happening in slow motion. Every part of his psyche sought to take her in, savor her delights, he wanted to know her utterly with his eyes and his hands, with his skin against hers, and with his mouth. These acts of knowing her, stimulating her, soaking in her naked beauty happened simultaneously, and despite his intense focus, it overwhelmed his senses.

They slid onto the bed, never parting contact. He continued to devour her mouth as his hands moved over her body. It felt intuitive, knowing how to tease her, where to explore her, and how to awaken her nerve endings. It reminded him of a poem he had read in an English class once about a man touching his wife, describing her body responding as flowers blooming in the sun. Her responses guided him and rewarded him, and he followed all the delicious clues like a trail of breadcrumbs.

His former wife and he had gone months without sex, yet he had still learned how to occasionally awaken her desire despite her resistance. It wasn’t as if his former wife hated sex entirely, but she started from a mindset of suspicion, scorn, and condescension toward his sexuality and his interest in her.

This situation was excitingly different. This was a woman eager to be sexual with him, enjoying his touch. Jyll was participating fully in the experience they were creating together. She had no reluctance about accepting and responding to what he was doing to her. 

He had grown up in a very religious family where a subtle, yet pervasive puritanical ethos viewed desire, especially sexual desire, as sinful, ungodly, and unnatural. He had never cheated, never transgressed in violating anyone’s boundaries, and even stayed a virgin until the wedding night. Yet he was unable to cease masturbating after marriage. The most common male habit in the world had been his since puberty, but he had always felt guilty about it. He had believed, while he was single and celibate, that sex in marriage would cause the shameful habit to naturally end, but it did not.

To his wife, it was sinful to have any form of sex outside of marital coitus. It was a sin to be aroused by images of the naked female body. She thought of it as objectifying and immoral. She even thought it was wrong for him to look in the mirror while they had intercourse. She refused to allow him to take her from behind because that was too animalistic and impure. She would not allow him to use his mouth on her, and there was no way she would think about taking him into her mouth. The shame he had been conditioned to accept led him to accept her view that he was perverted and that his sexuality was unnaturally distended.

He compulsively felt the need to escape, late at night when she slept, to an imaginary world of sexual freedom, his fantasies consisted of women who enjoyed sex, enjoyed him, and who responded to his.

Yet, here he was, with beautiful Jyll, casting all of this off. It felt magical. It felt liberating. In the back of his mind, a vestige of anxiety coiled quietly. Years of shame imprinting from childhood had conditioned him to worry about the consequences that would be sure to follow. Something bad would occur. It was the law of the harvest. You always reap what you sow. However, he pushed this thought back easily at that moment.

On the bed, their mouths continued their arousing conjoining, and those sensations were overlaid with the waves of pleasure as his skin touched hers down the length of their bodies. It was a definite “ahhh” moment, that first full-body skin-to-skin contact as if their auras had begun to merge. His exploring hands gradually, teasingly approached her pubic area, massaging her tummy, the top of her mound, and her inner thighs. She moaned, hungry for more contact.

His fingers teased along the outside of her outer labia, rubbing along the crease between her thighs and pelvis, running downward under to the indentation between her buttocks and thighs. He enjoyed her trim physique and muscle tone in these secret nether areas of her body. His touch sought simultaneously to stimulate her pleasure and increase her arousal, but also to devour her, to know her even more, and to enjoy her responses.

His mouth moved away from hers to explore her face, kissing over to an earlobe to nibble, then down to her neck taking small playful bites of her there. She writhed under him. He kissed down to her breasts, and she arched in anticipation, presenting her petite mounds to him.

At the same time, he lightly dipped the tip of his index finger between her slick labia, finding just inside her opening a molten pool of wetness. She gasped at his entry and sensually raised her hips to increase it. Slowly he stroked her, ever drawing out the pleasure. He withdrew his slick fingers, painting her inner labia more, bringing the hot slippery lube up over the hood of her clit.

“Higher, ahhh, yes. Sideways, from side to side,” she gasped a stream of instructions as he used his fingers on her, “ahhh, oh my god, yes! Aaaahh! God, I love that! That’s it. So good! Aaahhh! Mmmmm… Ahh.”

Jyll, he discovered, was both expressive and relatively articulate during these moments of ecstatic pleasure. Some women, he learned later, became somewhat incapable of coherent communication past a certain point of arousal, but Jyll often produced a stream of words, sometimes very specific and helpful right up until she orgasmed. He was learning about her and closely followed her guidance.

“Just a little bit lower,” she hissed. “Oh! Right there! Oh my god! Harder! Yes! Don’t stop! Ahhggh! Aaahh! Ahhhh!” His wet fingers were moving swiftly at that point, flying back and forth across her clit and clit shaft, the pressure on her moderated by her verbal guidance and her nonverbal responses to his touch.

She tensed in his arms for a moment, arching slightly, raising her hips off the bed, her abdomen rigid, and cried out loudly with a final note. Then she fell back, her release coursing through her.

“Oh, that was amazing. I can’t believe how quick and easy that was! I said it; you did it. It was perfect!”

He smothered her words with kisses, and she curled around him for a moment, reaching down to feel his thickened cock and stroke it with her small hand. He kissed down her body, pausing to nibble around her breasts, then down her tummy. He slid down the bed and she spread open for him. He paused for a moment to survey the view of her gorgeous, succulent vulva. Her pubic hair was trim and sparse, just a light triangle above her sex. Between the small mounds of her outer labia, a wet ridge of darker pink lay her clit shaft and inner labia, at the bottom a slight gape of her vaginal opening glistened. Below her gash of wet swelling cunt, he saw the slightly darker tan around the crinkled rosebud of her ass.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed solemnly, obviously meaning her private areas under his intense gaze. She moaned at his words, sensually writhing under the beam of his eyes. It was another new thing for him, to have a woman who enjoyed his lust and desire for her body. There was a freedom for him in how she seemed to relish his appreciation and his hunger for her body. He wanted to devour her in every possible way.

“I am going to fuck you so hard,” he gasped as his throat thickened with his lust and the sheer desire to have her surged through him. “I am going to drive my cock into you as deep as I can.”

She smiled sensually, gazing down at him.

Bending down, he kissed her thighs enjoying the smooth soft flesh, then approached her vulva before moving away again to begin another approach from the other thigh, she lifted her hips in a vain effort to increase his contact.

He finally paused and exhaled over her, letting the heat of his breath bathe her labia in warmth. Then it was one slow, long lick with a flat tongue from her perineum to her clit shaft. Then again, his tongue pressing slightly more dipping just between her outer labia.

“Oh yes. So good! Ahhhhh!” Jyll groaned loudly and writhed, her hips lifting involuntarily.

He pushed her legs wider and licked around her vulva, enjoying the clean, clear taste of her. He pointed his tongue and pushed into her vagina. Bobbing his head several times, he tongue-fucked her. She cried out and her hands went to the back of his head, holding him closer as he sought to penetrate deeper. Breathing hard, she thrust at him, and his hands stroked around her hips, cupping her ass, and holding her up to him. Pursing his lips, he sucked on her clit, then licked up and down her clit shaft, pausing to suck each time.

“Oh my god!” she cried out, her voice tone rising higher, “oh my god! Lick me side to side now. Oh yes! Oh! Ahhh! Ahhhhgh!” He could tell she was getting close again, and it fed his desire to keep up the intensity of his oral assault on her.

As she arched her back into a bridge, he let go of her ass and slid one hand up to massage her breasts and pull on each of her nipples in turn.

“My nipples!” she cried, “Yes! Squeeze them! Oh god, that’s so good! Ahhh! Ahhghh!”

As he focused his mouth on her clit, he used his other hand to penetrate her with his fingers. Her entire vulva was slick, and his fingers slid into her easily. She gasped as he pushed into her with two fingers.

She began pushing her hips harder into the air, and he rode her with his mouth and fingers. He slid his fingers wetly in and out, alternating between pushing his knuckles up against the bumpy area of her g-spot, and lightly pulling downward toward her perineum.

“Oh yes, fuck me with your fingers!” she cried. Her breathing was ragged, and the moans and cries increased as she gave herself over to the pleasure. Feeling connected through her words and sounds and the way her body moved, he increased his intensity but held off when she indicated, appreciating how well she seemed to know her body and how closely she was in touch with what was working for her.

The tension through her pelvis increased to a peak, with his fingers feeling the rigidity in her PC muscle. She stopped thrusting, grew quiet, and he gripped her hips and ass, pausing his oral ministrations when it seemed like her orgasm was near.

"Please!" she gasped hoarsely, her pulse pounding. "PLEASE!"

He knew one lick push her over. He paused only one more second, and then used his whole mouth, sucking upward along the length of her vulva from ass to clit hood, pausing to pull her clit and shaft in between his lips.

“Ahhggh,” her long guttural cry pierced the room, and then she went limp.

After a pause, he slid back up beside her and she nestled into his arms, turning to kiss softly.

“That was SO good,” she cooed, and he believed her.

She kissed around his face licking off the slickness that had spread around his mouth.

Their kissing and cuddling continued for a few moments and she gushed some more about how she loved how he hit all her spots just right.

“I want so badly to please you,” she gasped, her voice trembling with utter earnestness, and she reach down to stroke his cock. His foreskin slid back and forth with her grip, exposing and partially hiding the glans with each stroke.

He rolled slightly over to his back, and she knelt next to him, bringing her head down low, close to his shaft. Eyeing her naked form next to him and freshly appreciating her bare profile, he slid his left hand over her ass and hips, exploring her anew, stroking randomly, seeing her by feel.

“I love your cock,” she exclaimed, “it is just throbbing!”

She began to lick it slowly, holding it at the base. Up one side and down the other, her mouth went. Then she put her mouth over the top and closed her lips, sucking and slowly descending, her tongue working at the same time.

He exhaled loudly and sucked in the next breath as a wave of pleasure coursed through him. His fingers slid through her hair and stroked her scalp, pushing lightly as she started bobbing up and down more of his length. One of her small hands cupped and fondled his balls, hefting their mass. Despite the combined pleasures of the suction and wet friction of her mouth on the length of his shaft and her light touch on his testicles, he could not just lay there and receive it. Her position offered him new access to her private bits. He slid his hand over her round hips and ass, then sent his fingers down the crack of her to stroke around her asshole, slide around her perineum. The whole area around her vulva was slippery and wet, and his fingers slid easily into her vaginal opening.

She moaned over his cock as he pushed his fingers deeper into her wetness. Her slick labia felt plump and hot to his fingers, inside she felt so snug despite the abundant wetness. He began to thrust roughly at the speed of her stroking and head movement up and down his cock.

They both knew it was time for him to slide into her. He didn’t want to come yet. He needed to pump himself into her, then pump his cum into her. She needed him to fill her and stretch her.

Rising off his back without a word, he simply moved her onto her hands and knees. It was an easy, fluid motion, and she was completely in synch, immediately sensing what he wanted. Eagerly she crouched down, widening her legs a little, lifting her ass slightly, and looking back at him expectantly.

As he shifted behind her, his cock rigid in his hands, the sight in front of him completely flushed his mind. It was beyond beautiful- the way the small of her back swelled to her hips and rounded to her perfect ass, the way the curves of her ass taper down her muscular thigh, the way her swollen sex and adorable, cute asshole curved below the globes of her ass cheeks. Again, it reminded him of the Bob Guccione Penthouse pictorials from the 70s- yet infinitely better in the flesh.

He stroked her ass and hips to increase his sensation of her person and she arched at his touch. Everything was so open to him, completely accessible. They had not discussed anal sex, but his gaze kept returning to her anus. Maybe that would come later, but he would merely graze it in his continuous exploratory touching.

“I love how you touch me,” she cooed.

“I want to devour you in every possible way,” he said. He could tell she felt his lust for her and savored it. They were so in synch. He didn’t fully appreciate it then how singular and unique it was to be able to create an experience of such intense mutual pleasure and for every action to intuitively turn out to be just right for that moment. Some people call it great chemistry, maybe great sexual chemistry, he ruminated later. Whatever it was, he thought, it was amazing. His mind felt overfilled by all the sensations and the utter eroticism and sensuality of it.

Stroking himself and pulling his foreskin back, he rubbed his cock along her wet gash, pushing slightly between her swollen labia. She could not stop herself from trying to back onto him, but to no avail. He held her back in place with one hand, then pushed himself into her.

His glans entered her easily at first, but despite her abundant slickness, his cock slowed momentarily as he hit a spot in her vaginal canal not fully coated in her lube. He pulled out slight and pushed again, and so deliciously she gave way to him as he finished his thrust all the way. She groaned deeply as he filled her and bottomed out, his fully length throbbing in what felt like her navel.

“Oh my god,” she gasped hoarsely, “you feel enormous! Oh god! It’s so perfect! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

His hands swept along the smooth curves of her hips and circle her small waist, tugging her back against him and he slowly began to thrust in and out. He relished each inch of her, enjoying the view of his glistening cock disappearing into her tight hole with each thrust. Her grip on him was fantastic, perfect, it seemed.

She pushed back in rhythm with his thrust and their bodies collided with a satisfying bump of his hip against her ass.

“I love the way you grip my hips!” she exclaimed, enjoying the fierceness in his thrusts.

Running his hand over her back, he felt a light sheen of perspiration forming.

“Your back is sweaty. I love it!” he said. That might have sounded odd in any other context, but his tone communicated his appreciation.

“Sweaty sex is the best sex,” she rejoined as their tempo gradually began to increase.

“Fuck me!” she cried, “God, I love it! It’s so good! Fill me up with that big cock! Ahhhh! Ahhhggh! Ahhh!”

Then unexpectedly, out of nowhere, a surge of doubt cracked into his psyche, and he felt himself beginning to soften. Guilt and shame flashed through him, and he hesitated. She sensed and felt it immediately.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed; his voice slightly panicked. He pulled out, flabbergasted with himself, looking down at his cock, suddenly less than rigid.

“I can’t believe it. This has never happened before. Never!” In all the years of his marriage to a wife largely repelled by his sexually, often contemptuous toward him, he had never had any doubts or issues. It had ALWAYS worked! Now? What the fuck!

Jyll spun around, her face showing concern but compassion and understanding too.

“It’s okay,” she reassured. “It happens.”

He realized later that years of programming and imprinting of shame on desire and sex were the cause, but at the time, it felt like guilt.

Jyll wrapped his cock in her little fist and stroked, then she crouched down and took him in her mouth. Eagerly, she bobbed on him, sucking loudly, plunging him into the tightness in her throat. Then, without taking him from her mouth, she laid on her side, raised one knee, opened her legs, and started sliding her fingers over her wet slit. Seeing her joy in pleasing him and aroused by the sight of her pleasing herself, he felt the shame and doubt begin to disappear. The blood surged into his cock and gratifyingly he felt himself thickening.

She felt him swelling and hardening and, without a word, she spun back around, presenting her backside to him again.

He slid into her the second time with little resistance, except for that perfect wet friction. Growling, he pumped himself into her as her cries of ecstasy filled the room.

“I’m cumming!” she announced between her loud groans. “It’s so good! I’m cumming! It won’t stop!” She seemed to tremble against him between his hard, pounding thrusts.

"It won't stop! It keeps going!" she exclaimed, referring to her orgasm, as he continued to pound himself into her depths. He felt that familiar tingling sensation arising within him, and with it came that inner certainty that he was going to explode into her. He was breathing hard at this point, the blood thumping in his throat, and he strained to thrust himself into her as hard as he could.

“I’m going to cum in you!” he gasped between the ragged breaths.

“I love it!” she exclaimed. “Fill me up with your cum!”

“It’s getting bigger!” she cried, as he seemed to fill her up even more. “Oh! It’s throbbing! I can feel it!”

Then it was happening, his grip on her hips leaving red marks, his knuckles whitening. He felt as if he were emptying into her as the dopamine flooded his brain anew, and then they were both collapsing together on the bed, sticky, and sweaty. The aroma of their juices and pheromones floating around them.

He kissed the back of her neck, letting his weight pin her down for a bit as his body seemed to involuntarily go limp. As his breathing subsided, he rolled on his back, and she nuzzled up against him, her leg going over him, her head resting on his chest.

As they lay there together naked, recovering, he felt the impulse to open up more emotionally. Partly, he wanted to try to explain his momentary lack of sexual function, feeling some shame about it, but also because he sensed her openness to knowing him better. He began to tell her about his past, about his childhood, and how his marriage had become increasingly sexless and hostile. She listened carefully as he told her about the blighted nature of his married sex life and his escape into secret bouts of self-pleasure.

Jyll’s expressions and comments surprised him pleasantly. He felt a load lifting from his shoulders. He realized then that in his eleven years of marriage; he had never experienced intimacy, not really. He had never known what it was like to be truly vulnerable to another person and find acceptance, appreciation, and respect instead of condemnation and judgment.

“That woman did a number on you,” she commented after a while.

“Well,” he added, “in fairness, I was not the greatest husband in other aspects of our relationship. I got caught up in work too much. I neglected her and took her for granted.”

“It’s rarely just one person’s fault,” she said, agreeing. “It’s sad to hear, but you should not feel guilty. Sex is wonderful and natural. There was nothing bad about what we just did. I don’t feel bad about it. I loved it!”

“You’re right,” he said, “It was amazing.” He felt himself feeling respect for her, cherishing her and the intimacy they had just enjoyed together, relishing in the mutual pleasure. This was an incredible person he had stumbled across. It wasn’t the “Christian way” as he had been programmed since childhood to plunge into physical pleasure so quickly, but it didn’t feel wrong to him. It felt magical and mystical.

Touched by his openness, Jyll reciprocated with revelations of her own. He asked questions and listened interactively as she explained the hurt that she had felt when she discovered her former fiancé had been lying and cheating on her with many other women. He realized that while she had seemed a little brash during their first phone call, she was quite tender and vulnerable. She was also very smart, sensible, adventurous, strong, and best of all, very sensual and sexy.

While abandoning his boundaries sexually had made him want to be emotionally naked as well, now the opposite began to occur. The growing emotional connection between them began to arouse his desire to be physically connected. His awareness grew of her beauty and her naked body only partly covered by the bedsheet. The hormonal, physical recovery had long passed, and he felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her again and to touch her.

Unsurprisingly, she was quite receptive and eager, which delighted him all over again, and slowly they began again. This time, it was even better. Unhurried, they explored together and savored each pleasure along the way.

He was happy to discover that he had very good control over his orgasms now. During his marriage, he had struggled with premature ejaculation about half the time and increasingly, as their marriage worsened. He didn’t understand why then, but he was happy to find that he now had no problem holding off. The marriage sex had had several problems already, but the premature ejaculation made it worse. Now that was gone, mysteriously, and he loved that it allowed him to be sexual for a much more extended period and focus on giving pleasure.

After exploring several positions, including a very orgasmic bout of her riding him in a reverse cowgirl, they settled into very a passionate missionary position. Jyll drew her legs up to maximize his penetration. He hooked her legs over his arms to tilt her pelvis, and he pounded her fiercely, letting his inner horse have its rein to gallop hard. He found himself completely abandoning all restraint, his cock nailing her hard into the bed, plunging profoundly into her beautiful wet cunt. His throat felt sore as he realized he had been growling loudly, grunting in his hard thrusts, trying impossibly to split her, to disappear into her, and to take her at the same time.

She was right there with him, abandoning herself to the passion and pleasure, he realized, cumming again and again as he fucked her in berserker fashion for periods then slowing down again to relish the sensations more languidly.

When he had read those Penthouse Forum letters over the years, he had fantasized about experiencing similar amazing sex. After he married, however, he began to dismiss those letters or the erotic stories he had seen on the web as mostly exaggeration or outright fiction. Real sex could never be that amazing, he had concluded. With Jyll it was beyond his best fantasies. Her pleasure was convincingly honest and real. Multiple orgasms could happen. The whole experience had simply been beyond his ability to grasp or process in real-time. It was overwhelming, literally, and would require him to replay it in his mind for years afterward.

The various positions flowed from one to another timelessly as they joyfully explored how to squeeze out every possible modicum of erotic pleasure. They tried about five different ways for him to take her from behind. His favorite was when he wrapped around her, his chest against her back, reaching around to grasp her small breasts, pinning her for deeper thrusts. Another was when he leaned back on his knees, and she bounced back onto him, rotating her hips. Yet another was his hands on her hips, her hand braced against the headboard as he slammed his hips into her ass, rocking the bedframe.

He also liked to turn her on her side and thrust into her while he was kneeling. This allowed him to enjoy the view of her in profile, especially the shape of her exquisite breasts. It also allowed him to lean down for an occasional kiss and to watch her expressions as she felt the pleasure of his plunging cock and passed through the plateaus of orgasmic ecstasy. It allowed her to keep her legs together and squeeze his cock better with her PC Kegels. They discovered that it offered the deepest penetration, with his hips pushing between her buttocks and thighs and feeling to her as if his cock was reaching up inside her to her belly button.

Finally, however, it seemed to be time for a crescendo. She wanted his cum. She had lost track of her orgasms. She wanted to experience his. He was pleasantly surprised to discover the delight she took in receiving his cum in and on her. He was ready to go again. It just felt right.

 They moved back into an intimate missionary for the finale. Their eye contact was molten and electric. He leaned down for a long, deep kiss, then pulled away to watch better. He used long, direct, hard thrusts – with the edge of his glans scraping her PC ring followed by the plunge to bottoming out into her, pushing up against her AE spot and cervix. Her mouth shot open with each plunge, gasping out sounds that took him quickly to the edge. As she felt his cum start spurting deep into her, she wrapped her legs around him and grabbed his ass as if to pull him more into her.

Utterly spent and satisfied, their hard breathing returning to normal, they lay there again for a while, silently basking in it. Both were sweaty and wet all over from their wonderful, conjoined fluids, and the air in the room felt wondrously cool on their skin.

At the same time, they suddenly felt hungry. Very hungry. She had come over for lunch, and they had skipped it without deciding, caught up in the passion that had ensued from the outset. Now, their hunger returned. He glanced at his bedside clock for the first time and saw it was 6 pm. He laughed.

"Do you realize we've been naked together for six hours?" he asked.

"And having mind-blowing sex for most of it..." she said, smiling.

"It's crazy!" he said, smiling back, shaking his head in disbelief, "and we even skipped lunch."

"I know a good pizza place near here," she offered.

"Let's go! I'm starving!"