The Perfect Touch

The Perfect Touch

By Aleq de Satyr

Part 1

Generational Gap

"Do you like my mother?" asked 18 year old Kathy quizzically, as she helped me with my laundry.

"Sure I do, she's a warm-hearted, kind and wonderful woman "I said.

"Do you find her attractive, I mean really pretty?" she persisted..."Sure," I said hesitantly, thinking more like sort of.

"I know she's a little goofy sometimes but would you like to fuck her?" she said, in almost a whisper. "Kathy!" I exclaimed in disbelief. "Well would you?" she repeated.

I took a swig of my beer and almost choked on it. The exchange that followed suggested that Kathy attributed her mother, Lisa's constant depression, solitude, lack of vitality and excessive drinking to "a zero sex life."

I conceded that she had a point but was not sure if her "therapy" was the right one. In the end I agreed reluctantly to give it a try, feeling rather silly and bemused by it all. You see, Lisa, a divorced 50 year old woman, wasn't exactly the sensuous or my type. Much of the time she was unkempt, disheveled, broody. But she had taken me in as a boarder in her home and treated me like family when I was on a summer sabbatical at the State University where she worked as a librarian.

My quarters at the University Quadrangle Cub had been given to someone else. The reason: my letter of acceptance for the summer sabbatical never got there.

Kathy and I had become very close buddies despite the 20 year gap in our ages, mainly because she was such a tomboy--complete with baseball cap worn backwards--, smart lovable, precocious, amazing, outrageous, sex-oriented, nubile 18 year old, with an imagination Lucrezia Borgia might have envied. We had so much in common.

Her first question when Lisa introduced me to her was: "Are you married?"

"No actually I'm single, " I said..."God, you're so handsome, I wish I could have you" she sighed. "Thank you" I said.

"Now, don't embarrass the gentleman Kathy" smiled Lisa.

I grew so fond of Kathy I indulged much of the outrageous, provocative, and irreverent liberties she took with me.

I recalled an incident one Sunday morning as we walked thru the forest preserve.

I'd ducked behind a tree to piss when Kathy not only insisted on watching me but also wanted to hold my cock while I pissed.

The little vixen began to stroke my cock until it became fully erect with arousal..."Holy shit!" she exclaimed, "it's so huge Mack."

"It's only nine and a half inches" I said.

"But it's as thick as my wrist... and look at those awesome veins" cried Kathy in disbelief, as she stared at my cock in awe.

"Enough show and tell" I said tucking my dick back into my pants.

Kathy introduced me to her outspoken bosom buddy, 19 year old Teresa at her house. We sat down on the grass under a tree in her backyard, surrounded by all kinds of flowering shrubs that smelled divine.

Teresa was stretched out comfortably on her back, reclined against a tree. Her legs were pulled up and bent at the knees, exposing her panty-less hairy cunt. Her wattle-like labia sat open, her oversized clitoris fluttering like a bird. Her lips were sensual and moist, her skin the color of peach. Her hair was black, long and riotously curly. Kathy lay on her back with her head resting on my thighs, her eyes covered with sun glasses.

Teresa lit and passed a joint around, it was so good. I began to feel very mellow, exhilarated. I could I hear Teresa saying. "I'm always looking for a fuck, craving it; always thinking about sex. Raw, bold without emotional commitment." I was astounded to put it mildly... Soon I felt disconnected from the conversation. My gaze was focused between Teresa's legs with lust written all over my face. Her eyes were laughing, serenely, knowingly, amused. She must know what I'd been thinking.

Suddenly Teresa leaned over me kissing me sweetly, softly. Her lips were cool and wet from the beer. Then she moved over to Kathy, kissing her deeply while she fondled my cock thru my pants. I was rock hard. I slipped my hand under Teresa's dress and probed her wetness with my fingers.

"Hey, come on you guys, break it up already. It's time to go pick up your mom Teri!" yelled Kathy, jolting us out of our little revelry.

"I shall return for that cock" shouted Teresa waving goodbye.

"How was that for a tease, why don't you fuck that slut already Mack," said Kathy after seeing Teresa off.

"She's totally incredible, maybe I will" I said.

Shortly after that incident, Lisa's lesbian friend 47 year old Nicci stopped by one Saturday afternoon to drop off some books. Lisa was soaking in the bath. As usual Nicci exuded raw sensuality clad in almost transparent tights and tank top that displayed her firm, athletic, yet rounded curves and hollows body. Thick black hair sprouted from her underarms. Nicci is a good looking woman, I had a thing for her and she knew it. She was a physical therapist and masseuse.

As we talked in the living room, Kathy came over, threw her arms around me from behind and began stroking my cock thru my pants. I could tell the shock and disbelief on Nicci's face.

"Are you fucking that kid?" asked Nicci as I walked her to her car. "No" I sighed, she just likes to fool around like that; perhaps you might want to play with my cock sometime" I said.

"Honey, I stopped playing with dicks a long time ago, now I play with pussies. They're more fun" she declared. "But I'll think about it" she smiled

wickedly.

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Several days and Kathy's constant bitching later, I took Lisa out to dinner and later to a Jazz club. She was radiant and perky, sexy and playful and I might add a little tipsy. We got home around 2 am, kissing and fondling all the way into her bedroom.

Lisa had confessed earlier that her entire sex life for the past 3 years consisted only of masturbation, two or three times a week... She was really turned on that night, eager and willing to be fucked. She felt like a bayou on a hot summer's day. Her full and hairy cunt filled with liquid musk.

Her face glowed like morning rain while her whimpers and sighs filled the bedroom.

"Yes, Oh Yes" she cried, "make it last, please make it last" as I fucked her to several glorious orgasms.

"I have a lot to catch up on" she said later with a smile, noting that it had taken me almost a month to make a move on her and lamenting the fact that I would be leaving in another four weeks. "Why can't you stay here with me" she said as I slowly pushed my cock into her slick asshole.

After that night our ravenous appetites took over. Lisa became more dynamic, more radiant, rampant with sensuality with every fuck. And I fucked and fucked her, almost every day.

A couple of times I caught Kathy watching us thru the bedroom window from outside no doubt standing on a short ladder, unknown to Lisa.

"Vive la difference" said Kathy with spirit at breakfast one morning, calling me a skilled lecher who'd transformed her mother into a sex-pot. "You seem to have the perfect touch, not to mention your big hard cock that has done the trick" she added. Indeed, Lisa had the unmistakable look of a woman well-fucked. I felt like a missionary. All she wanted to do was fuck. Night and day, round the clock.

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It was a humid, rainy Saturday afternoon. Lisa had gone to her sick mother's with Kathy. I felt bored, restless. I smoked some weed sitting by the bay window watching the rain. Suddenly I thought of Nicci. Yeah, why not pay her a surprise visit. I had to contrive an excuse I thought. An hour later I was at her doorstep.

"And what brings you to my humble home my prince" she cracked.

Nicci wore an almost transparent kaftan that clearly revealed her firm breasts with pointed nipples and the dark shadow of her bush. That woman certainly had a thing for see-thru attire.

I told her about my sore muscles and aching back..."I need a good massage very badly" I pleaded.

"Oh no Mack, I'm not in the mood for a massage, I need to relax today. Maybe some other time, please."

"You know you owe me one, Nicci" I persisted. "C'mon, I'll even pay if you like."

"Oh no, then it'll be two favors... shit" she fumed. "Ok, I'll give you thirty minutes".

"That's all I need" I smiled. In a previous conversation with Nicci, she'd told me that: "I am an adventurous, radical, unconventional, lesbian -- feminist.

I am spontaneous, authentic, uninhibited."

"So what kind of a dyke are you?" I asked Nicci. "Labels don't usually mean a lot to me and sometimes I'm exasperated by them, since I like to make friends with all types of people. Occasionally I fuck guys in my head during fantasies" she confessed.

"Are they straight or gay?" I asked. "Both". "But how could you do that and still call yourself a dyke?". "Times have changed, there now are dykes of all sexual persuasions." She'd said.

Nicci spread a large sleeping bag on the living room rug. She had "no time to set up" her massage table and paraphernalia. She asked me strip down to my underwear and lie down while she got some massage oils.

I felt my cock stiffen with anticipation watching her lovely ass jiggling softly beneath the kaftan. I stripped completely naked. When Nicci returned my dick was fully erect, hard and bulging with veins.

"Mother of God" she gasped, staring at my cock. The jar of oil fell onto the floor. Nicci began her massage while my hands wandered over her body, caressing her nipples, between her legs. She moaned as she stroked my cock, rubbing it with oil. "It'll be a shame to let a perfectly magnificent hard-on go to waste" she said, throwing off her kaftan.

Then she whispered softly," I want this to be an exquisite, sensual torture for both of us" as she stroked my risen cock with her tongue. All I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck her, the wetness of her cunt was like sunset over a glistening river. She sat astride me, facing me her legs bent, her head resting on my chest. Slowly she lowered herself onto my cock engulfing me in her molten heat.

Shifting her weight on top of me, whispering sweet obscenities, working my cock with her strong vaginal muscles, letting out ragged throaty cries. Her juices dripped onto my pubic hairs as she moved up and down my cock; her breathing getting faster.

Nicci shuddered and let out a long moan, convulsing with orgasm and was still for a few moments.

She began to rock gently, back and forth, plunging her tongue into my mouth as she gripped my cock very tightly with her cunt, sucking it inwards. The pleasure was excruciating for me, but I held on tenaciously. She looked into my eyes, amazed at my control as she squeezed and milked my cock with her strong inner muscles. God, I was drowning!. I let my eyes wander around the room, finally settled on the reflection of the candles and our bodies in the wall mirror, which gave an illusion of an ancient ritual. She fucked me and fucked me. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. Nicci cried out loud with pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably.

I panted, her voice distant, taunted my climax. She squeezed my cock with her cunt, very tightly, rhythmically. I began to drown in the sensation of it, crying out loudly. I saw colors; yellow, red, then purple, dripping moisture, sweating pleasure. Finally crowning my explosion that echoed and reverberated in Nicci's own second orgasm. She came and came, her juices all over the place. It had been an exquisite non-stop action for an hour.

We lay there replete, spoon fashion, basking in the afterglow, the cool breeze that wafted in...

"O Mack, if only there were many more men like you around" she said rather sincerely as I began to thrust firmly, deeply into her again and again from behind. Her response was instantaneous, fresh, strong, displaying a woman's capacity for slow, continuous orgasms. It was intoxicating, the smell of our fuck reeking from the sleeping bag as we became saturated with passion. My numb cock stroking her inert cunt; a test of endurance. Then the last and final spurting of semen deep into Nicci's writhing, climaxing body... My subterfuge seemed to have worked, I thought.

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On a Sunday afternoon I came home to find Kathy alone, sprawled on my bed naked. Her downy legs bent at the knees and spread, with a rather full and very hairy cunt nestled between them. She was reading a mystery novel. I was struck, indeed fascinated by her hirsutism. Although I've noticed her thick eyebrows, an attribute of most hairy women, Kathy's body had always been hidden inside baggy denims and oversized shirts like most teenagers. At least when I was around. It was the first time I'd seen her naked. I nick-named her: She Wolf.

I sat gingerly at the edge of the bed and studied her. Her slim angular hairy body, the small breasts and lean flanks, her tight ass, her furry armpits.

She looked ethereal, delicate, innocent, yet utterly desirable.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with you, Mack" she said softly. I caressed her face gently and told her it would be wrong for me to have sex with her. She was almost like a daughter to me. Besides I prefer my women over twenty five; old enough to know what they're doing, but young enough to still enjoy it. I also told her she was as beautiful as a young she-wolf, with all her furriness. But God, I was sorely tempted to touch her hairy, slender cunt, to feel its youthful firmness.

Kathy's eyes filled with tears of exasperation and pain. She slowly got up and left the room, unaware that my pants were bursting with a hard throbbing erection for her.

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The weird music lured me to Kathy's "Cabin" in the west wing of the house where it came from. Kathy and Teresa were high on wine and pot as they lounged narcissistically on the big bed, their almost-nude bodies luminescent. I joined them in their revelry, breathing in their fresh, youthful sexual fragrance.

"I think women need to focus more attention on themselves in every way and without a sense of guilt" said Teresa, who is steeped in radical feminism, provoking a discussion of women's sexual reclamation between us. "I'm lecherous and I'm proud of it" she added.

Teresa's style, wit and spontaneous raunchiness eventually got to me. She made me hard and made me laugh at the same time, that young priestess of flesh. She was vibrant, totally uninhibited, sporting the big bushy muff between narrow hips and coltish legs. Her breasts were like perfectly shaped fruits.

"It's healthy to be lecherous" I responded. Then she began to crawl all over me, urgently, provocatively. Shocked, surprised, I became very apprehensive; of her age, the circumstances and tried to gently push her off..."I want you", she whispered pressing her crotch against my hardness, pelting me with kisses and tiny bites.

I was rescued by Lisa who walked in abruptly to announce her readiness for a massage and a fuck I'd promised her. I could hear Teresa swearing under her breath as I walked out with Lisa, my hard-on bulging in my shorts...

I thought about Teresa while I massaged Lisa. She was so young and yet it was as if we had some ancient understanding between us. Much against my vow not to mess with nubile teenagers, I decided to fuck Teresa. I was hooked up on her. It would be a unique experience I rationalized.

I lured Teresa into the house two days later, when Lisa and Kathy were conveniently out visiting Lisa's mother.

An unusually sophisticated, smart kid with a graceful, slender ass, Teresa loves sex, ritualistic sex and erotic behavior. Constantly seeking out men and women who fit her fantasies. Everything in and around her is pure Sex.

She is an existentialist who loves variety, freedom of choice; she is open to everything and explicit about her sexuality in a way that cannot be ignored.

Such a handsome, slender young woman, with strong thigh muscles. She loved to play games, to come on strong. Just looking at her got me extra hard. I wanted to fuck her, generational gap be dammed.

She held my cock and admired its thick, hard size and weight..."This is the kind of cock I'd always wanted" she said reverently.

She was wet, very wet and wide like a cavern of juice. Her scent tantalizing, her gaping cunt enticing me into rampant hardness.

"Fuck me as I'd never been fucked before" she whispered. Feeling the urgent vibrations of her rather big clitoris, I explored her tight cunt with my dick- so smooth and soft inside- unhurriedly like a gourmet, relishing her slippery oyster. She rippled and throbbed around me, fully contained by her pleasure responding to mine.

I fucked her wet swollen cunt, dancing inside her with an easy rocking rhythm. Her nipples felt hard as stones in my mouth..."O God, you fuck so nice, it feels so wonderful" she said, pressing me further into her body. "You deserve to feel so good" I responded, grunting.

The sex was exciting, exhilarating and intense. She was a nubile Goddess, I gave her all I had and more. She was elegantly wild and ravenous, her hungry cunt on fire. Heat, lust and pleasure spilled and bubbled until we both plunged into a deafening climax, then into long throbbing seconds of liberation, silence...

After resting for a while, my cock still hard inside her, I fucked Teresa's very soul, lavishly with a compelling need. I was startled by her dedication to the heavy fucking. She never restrained herself, opening herself wider and wider to my powerful thrusts, my thorough possession of her very being. She offered me her asshole, redolent with its own scents for my total enjoyment. She screamed and screamed in ecstasy, her whole body quaking, rocking, shaking powerfully as she wavered on the edge of consciousness and a deep bonding passed palpably around and thru us.

"I'm yours now, Mack. Yours forever" she whispered before passing out in a cataclysmic orgasm. By sundown we were both totally drained. We both fell into a deep sleep.

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Part 2

The Advocate

Lisa persuaded me against my wishes to accompany her to her best friend Bianca's house. It was Bianca's 50th birthday she said.

The drive took about 40 minutes, thru a countryside of enviable solace and unmolested tranquility. I spotted our destination as the car glided into a driveway of an adobe house encircled by a garden of yucca plant and juniper shrubbery. The woman who greeted us at the door seemed strangely familiar. Where have I seen her before, I wondered. Then it hit me. The picture of her on her book cover. "Oh my God, it's her!" I exclaimed. "It's Bianca Galvan." She is a foremost feminist advocate of total liberation for Chicanas.

"Yes, in the flesh" she smiled radiantly, extending her hand in greeting. "I thought you lived in Santa Cruz, California" I said. "Yes, until a year ago when I moved here for the peace and tranquility. I feel more creative around here, she said."

Bianca looked very appealing in her grey body suit which clung to her womanly body like a second skin. She was clearly naked underneath. Her tousled hair, the swell of her full breasts with pointed nipples, the rounded globes of her ample ass and the prominent bulge of her mound, suggesting a big hairy bush. She also wore a matching scarf around her neck. She offered us drinks and some exotic snacks. Then she he lit a joint and passed it around while we discussed her provocatively sensual experimental novel: "Fertile Rhythms" which I had read and enjoyed.

While Lisa watched a videotape of an event she and Bianca organized some time ago in the living room, Bianca showed me some of her recent work and then around the house. "Lisa has told me so much about you Mack, I feel I'd known you for a long time" she said, her arm around me and leading me into the master bedroom, the last stop of our little tour... It was a spacious, shell-pink airy and sunny room decorated with various exquisite objects d'art, including some unusual sea shells. "I've always bugged Lisa about when she'll bring you over so we could meet" she added. I told her she had no idea how fascinated I was to meet her. We hugged then kissed deeply, my dick was hard and I pressed it against her lower belly. I could tell she felt good and that she also wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Bianca lit a stick of jasmine incense by the bed and with her back to me, began to undress. Good Lord, she's wasting no time I thought. Bianca's eyes invited me to the bed where her mocha-caramel body lay naked on percale sheets. "I'd always wanted to be fucked senseless by a strong stud... And Lisa said you were the ultimate" she said softly. "I guess my wish has finally come true."

I stood transfixed, gazing in spite of myself at the quivering breasts with dark brown nipples, the prominent mound of thick, matted black curls. She parted the lips of her vulva, showing off her cunt in fresh and needy suggestion. Her labia sat open, swollen, ready. God she was full of sex. I guess this is what Lisa brought me here for, I thought.

Bianca's eyes were fixed on the bulge of my dick straining against the material of my pants. Slowly I eased my clothes off. "Oh Mack, you're the best hung stud I've ever seen" she gasped as I approached the bed. My cock sprang out at her as I got between her legs. She looked in awe as my dick began to swing freely, up and down, quivering. "God, it's beautiful" she said softly as I rubbed the cockhead against her swollen clitoris. "Please Mack, put in me now," she cried as I continued to tease her swollen folds. She wiggled her ass down to meet my cock as I pushed it into her depths, her walls clasping me instinctively until she held it in a firm sheath of demanding muscle. "God I love it, I love your dick; it's so fucking big, so strong and hard." she crooned to my smooth and steady rhythmic thrusts, touching her deepest crevices and ravines. "Fuck me good" she grunted, rolling her ass around the bed.

Bianca was mindless and wild as I pronged her with long deep strokes, forcing out of her what looked like egg white, thick and copious. Lisa walked in beaming and sat down on the bed. "That's one big, creamy pussy" she muttered. Bianca's cunt surged and gushed with each circular thrust of my rock-hard dick.

"Oh my God Lisa, this is so wonderful, so magical" she cried. "Yes baby, I know, remember I told you about it" whispered Lisa. "And you're in for a long, long ride." The slip-slap sound of wet, sex deliciously vulgar, filled the room. "Ummmm I love that sound" rasped Bianca. "That hot, creamy, juicy cunt sound, it's so beautiful". The curtains fluttered gently in the afternoon breeze as I fucked Bianca relentlessly, endlessly.

"This woman certainly enjoys being fucked by you Mack" said Lisa, brushing Bianca's hair back. "Yes I think she does" I said. Bianca's cunt walls fluttered wildly, like something alive; like being inside a wildly beating heart. Then she shrieked and screamed in the throes of a tremendous orgasm, raking my back with her fingernails and clasping me tight with her legs. I could feel her cunt pulling me inwards, milking me and finally engulfing me in my own climax as my cock gushed torrents of hot cum into her. It took quite a while before she regained her composure... Lisa kissed Bianca on the lips and said "This is what you wanted mi Corazon, no?... You wanted to be totally and irrevocably fucked on your birthday. Well enjoy it fully. I'm out of here". And she was gone.

Bianca sobbed joyously as she lay motionless and silent in my arms. We were still locked together, my cock still hard inside her. I felt her throbbing; her cunt muscles rhythmically opening and closing around me. She looked at me with an adoring wonderment... The sensations, gentle but profound stirred me deeply. I felt her cunt, her womb, her breasts were full of me. She closed her eyes as I began to caress her breasts and started to move inside her again. She caught her breath, surprised by my renewal of desire.

The bright, orange glow of the setting sun lit up the room. We looked at one another with direct, open, unembarrassed expression. "I've always wanted to know someone like you", she said, as I continued to caress the soft comfort of her breasts, the stiffened nipples. Bianca was as wet as a river, so wet I could hear my cock moving inside her--loud slurpy, squishy, watery sounds.-- Her cunt swollen purple, ravenous, delicious, emitting a bittersweet aroma. There is nothing like a very wet, lusty cunt. You can plunge in there, feeling it getting bigger and bigger; no end to it, none that your cock can reach. I could not stop fucking Bianca and she told me not to stop. We rocked back and forth, vibrating on her bed, seemingly under the control of some invisible force. I fucked her intermittently thru the night.

The dawn was upon us. Bianca's arms and legs were clasped around my body as I moved in her, slowly with gentle strokes for an interminable time. We were both radiant and energetic, lost in sexual excess that culminated once more in a breathtaking orgasm on a beautiful cunt shore where we lost all sense of ourselves. I was in that peaceful state between sleep and wakefulness, I could hear the birds chirping and singing cheerfully in the tree outside the window. The room was sweet with daylight and sunshine. I felt Bianca's warm sleepy body against mine as we lay naked spoon fashion in the warm bed, my semi-hard dick pressing into the crack of her soft ass cheeks.

My cock began to stir, hardening, elongating, hugely swollen, insinuating itself into her moistening folds, molesting her clitoris. I threw my arms around her cupping her breasts as she pushed her ass into my groin rubbing against me like a cat. "Oh Mack, Lisa was so right about you" she said. "Where and how did she find you. "It's a long story" I said.

"Are there any more like you... I mean guys who really know how to fuck a woman and pleasure her endlessly?"

"Nope, I'm the last of a vanishing breed," I said.

"Yeah sure... Only if I could have someone like you all my own. Someone who could make me lose my mind in deep, powerful, multiple orgasms like you did. You certainly have the perfect touch I must say."

"Well, since you and Lisa seem to share alike, it won't be a problem if I did move out here like she wants me to."

"Wonderful!... but are you going to move here?"

"I'm still thinking about it." The birds continued with their morning song.

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She Wolf

I had to cut short my sabbatical and leave due to some unexpected matters back home. Kathy was very upset that I'd ignored her.

"You've fucked everyone except me," she cried. I assured her that I shall return soon and take care of her while her mother consoled her.

It took me 18 months to return which coincided with an international women's conference. The reception at the Santa Fe Arts Center was very relaxed and enjoyable with an explosive array of women, both domestic and foreign. A delightful mix of accents. I waded thru the sea of women, mingling and chatting with them, exploring the possibility of catching one for the weekend. A Peruvian woman called Nelida, a writer and one of the speakers caught my fancy. We talked at some length. She seemed open to suggestion. Then I asked if I could have her panties as a souvenir, a memento.

"That's rather original" she smiled demurely. "But I'm afraid that is not possible."

"And why not?" I asked". Because I'm not wearing any" she said looking me straight in the eye.

Suddenly a voice behind me whispered a familiar refrain, "Old enough to fuck, but young enough to still enjoy it."

"My God Kathy!" I exclaimed with joy as I gazed into her sparkling eyes.

Nelida sauntered off disdainfully swinging her ass. I did not notice a panty line thru her pants.

Many hugs and kisses later Kathy and I retreated to the balcony overlooking a vast expanse of manicured lawn and gardens, to catch up on the intervening months since we last saw each other.

Kathy who had pretty much retained her youthful figure, was on an assignment for the Feminist magazine she co-edited. Her mother Lisa was in a detox for alcoholism. Teresa had become a porn star, she informed me. I found Kathy warm, witty, mature and irresistible; thoroughly desirable, eminently fuckable. We both knew the time had come to take care of an unfinished business.

The trip to my apartment was filled with earnest anticipation and wild expectations. We clung to each other in the elevator, kissing and fondling eagerly... Kathy's naked hairy body melted under my hands as I caressed her on my bed. She had become extremely hairy with age and maturity. I called her my lovely "She Wolf" pressing my fingers on her luxuriant bush. The hairs feeling spongy and resilient. I played with them for a long time before spreading open her pressed-together, hot and sizzling inner labia, the color of seashell. Her flesh quivered and relaxed, she was indolent with sensuality... Crouching between her widespread thighs, I stroked Kathy's engorged clitoris with my cock; sure, deft strokes that opened the still lake of her cunt and her juices streamed out like a gentle waterfall. The strong perfume of her cunt assailing my nostrils.

She made a pleasure-agony sound as I buried my cock in her and it sank until our pubic hairs mingled. I felt her expansive cunt widening to accept me. Kathy moaned with pleasure as I glided in and out of her, slowly, tantalizingly.

"O my God, at last I have your cock inside me and it feels so fucking good" she whimpered and I plowed and plowed her cunt with deep strong thrusts. Her body arching to me, moving rhythmically to feel more deeply my inexorable cock.

She was hot now, letting out small sounds of ahh, ahh. Her cunt tight around my cock. My little Kathy had turned out to be a wonderful lover I thought, as I fucked her extravagantly, for a long, long time.

Her body jerked violently and she released a long primitive howl, filling the room with the sound of her orgasm... I put Kathy on her knees and elbows and entered her tight asshole. She groaned and shrieked and pounded her filly's ass against me, her succulent female vise contracting tightly around my thrusting cock. She started to drip juices from her cunt as I pushed deeper and deeper into her ass while rubbing her excited clitoris. Kathy began to wail. I pulled out of her ass and entered her feverish pussy which I stroked expertly. I could feel her orgasmic surge as she began to shiver and her cunt exploded, coating my crotch with a spray of juice.

She had come alive, her slender vulva swollen hugely, her clitoris boiling. Her intoxicating scent swirling in the room. She began to grind her ass against me pleading, "please don't stop, fuck me harder" as her juices spattered and sizzled. Her body arched, demanding with passion as I fucked her relentlessly, my rock-hard cock swirling in the juices of her wide-open cunt. Kathy's body shuddered in ongoing spasms while she moaned and whimpered and I never stopped. My staying power at a peak. I probed deeper and deeper into her, stroking smoothly. Her moans got louder and her cunt grabbed my cock as she rode the waves of her orgasms in a screaming climax after climax, while I was overtaken by an enormous explosion of a climax, gushing a torrent of semen into her. "That was perfect, delicious", muttered Kathy as she drifted off to sleep, her cunt a hot odorous river overflowing with juices.

Kathy moved out of her hotel room and into my apartment where we spent five glorious, cunt-happy days together.

I absorbed all the pleasure she had to give. Days and nights filled with frantic fucking, bodies slapping into each other, the piercing point of orgasm, the grogginess. Over and over I fucked Kathy indulgently, powerfully, completely. My cock was fervid, relentless. Her gasping echoing in the room while she looked up at me with that slavish rapture that says more, more, please more. Her cunt and asshole awash with loud, wet slurpy, uncontrollable sounds. The more she screamed and clutched at me in tortured ecstasy, the harder I got with virility, my lust thick as a bull's. Then letting out long, luxurious jets of semen pouring into her bowels, before, during and after her numerous orgasms.

"Mother said that you have the perfect touch in giving a woman exquisite sexual pleasure, I say you have a magical touch... Oh Mack, it would be perfect if you moved out here... Think of what we could accomplish together," said Kathy.

"Yeah, including raising a houseful of kids." I said. "Get out of here!" she laughed, slipping my cock back inside her slippery warm sheath.

The End