Gentle Power Racing

Gentle power racing

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This is a work of fiction. All people in this story are of legal age.

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Cathy was a self-confident woman.  

She was a 23-years old mathematician and very smart. She wasn't a nerd, but simply very tall for a woman--6 feet 5. She was a member of a famous rowing club and a very successful rower. She was strong, tall, and slender. At the same time, she was elegant, well-proportioned, and very agile, and this combination made her very successful in sports.  

Emotionally, she was independent; she liked guys, but not guys who acted like bullies. She rarely found men her own age who were even remotely her equal. She had been respected since high school, but many guys gave her a wide berth, even though she was actually very sexy. She was simply too capable for the self-confidence of an average male teenager.  

Cathy was currently single. Her previous boyfriend had eventually bored her--personally, emotionally, and sexually. She just wanted a partner who was laid-back and with whom she could interact casually as equals. She also had clear emotional expectations: she liked people who took her seriously but didn't try to dominate her. Furthermore, it was rather difficult for a man to appeal to her sexually.

Men had a hard time dealing with the fact that she knew what she wanted and that she also tried to make her wishes a reality. Most men failed with her because they overreacted due to their own insecurities and couldn't give her anything emotionally.

That's how she'd discreetly dumped her previous boyfriend when he'd been flirting too heavily with another woman--a much smaller one, of course--and Cathy had caught the two of them while the petite woman was giving him a blowjob at a party. She still had the images in her mind of her ex-boyfriend coming instantly in the petite woman's mouth because Cathy had opened the door. He was a picture of misery.

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One evening, the sun was about to set at the rowing club.

Cathy had seen a tall man in a racing boat. As he had rowed his interval sets during practice, she had noticed his elegant and very powerful style, as well as his endurance. Cathy was training with her coxless four crew on the city river.

Just then, the man pulled up alongside her at the dock, and they both smiled as they lifted the boats out of the water.

"Hi. I'm Marc," he said, smiling at her and giving her a casual handshake while holding the boat with his other hand.

Marc was tall, though still a bit shorter than she was, but a powerhouse. He was 23 and a single sculler, a very quiet guy, but when he picked up the pace, hardly anyone could keep up with him. His body was very muscular and strong--a powerhouse.

Marc glanced down Cathy's cleavage as she bent over to lift the boat out of the water with the crew.

Marc was wearing a tight-fitting one-piece rowing suit. Cathy noticed that he was well-endowed between his legs when he, too, bent over to lift his boat out of the water and, to keep his balance, moved his hips very far forward. Cathy smiled.

Both of them were cleaning their boats after practice and reached for the hose at the same time. Marc kindly let Cathy go first. He handed her the hose. "Not a bull...," she thought. As they did so, they chatted and talked nicely about harmless topics. She felt his calm movements as he handed her the hose.

After changing separately, they walked together from the river toward town. They talked about their plans for sports this year. They lived in the same direction.

Cathy was in a good mood; her training was going well. Marc invited her to come over to his shared apartment for some tea. Normally, Cathy wouldn't let herself be picked up so easily, but she liked Marc. Besides, she felt a tingling between her legs. She hadn't had sex in three months, and her vibrator was starting to bore her.

They then sat in the kitchen of Marc's shared apartment, had a drink, and talked about their studies. He was smart--he was an engineer and was studying mechanical engineering at the same university on a prestigious scholarship.

Marc was good at small talk. He made an effort, was very attentive, and asked her intelligent questions. They had fun and the atmosphere was relaxed. Marc didn't even try to dominate Cathy; he respected her and was very polite. He asked follow-up questions when she talked about herself.

He wasn't stupid or pushy. Cathy was into him; she found herself wondering pretty quickly what he'd be like in bed. She smiled to herself--she was just in the mood to have sex again, today?

But Cathy didn't want to seem too easy and jump into bed with Marc on their first date, even though she really wanted to. She figured he'd find that weird too, even though he was clearly interested when he sneakily glanced at her cleavage again.

So she said she still had some work to do for college and left Marc--whom she suspected was feeling a slight arousal between his legs--"hanging."

She smiled at him, said, "Goodbye...," and as she walked out the door, without looking at him again, she grabbed his package between his legs. She felt a big cock and a big scrotum under his rowing shorts, even though he certainly wasn't hard. She squeezed lightly and disappeared from his view.

Once she got to her room, she went to sleep relatively early. As so often, she dreamed of a man who treated her naturally and wasn't driven by his insecurities.

She woke up in the middle of the night, feeling very horny; she reached into the drawer and let her vibrator bring her to orgasm. Her large clitoris protruded clearly from her trimmed pussy. She stimulated her clitoris directly with the vibrator, and since she was so horny, she came very quickly and intensely. As she came, she briefly saw Marc's muscular arms and, in particular, his butt. The orgasm was a brief relief, but nothing real, and she fell back asleep.

In the morning, she woke up still feeling horny, but she decided to skip the vibrator: She needed a real cock, a man who would take her intelligently, persistently, powerfully, tenderly, and slowly. Deep down, she needed it... She sighed and smiled to herself... "We'll see," she thought.

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In the afternoon, Cathy and Marc ran into each other again, more by chance, during practice...

She smiled cautiously at Marc. Cathy didn't know how he'd interpreted her touch the day before.

During the training session, they crossed paths several times on the water. Cathy was focused, but several times she caught a glimpse of Marc and his powerful elegance out of the corner of her eye. Melanie, who was sitting in the boat in front of her, saw her watching Marc and smiled at her: "Cool guy... but he doesn't seem to let anyone get close to him..."

They had done endurance training, and she watched as Marc confidently handled the intense effort his coach demanded of him. "Let's see how much stamina he has," Cathy thought.

After practice, they cleaned the boats together again. Both reached for the hose almost at the same time. Cathy admired Marc's well-defined arms, which were visibly muscular and lean. Marc was practically lost in Cathy's muscular legs and her butt, as she saw in the reflection of the boathouse window. She noticed how he was ogling her butt without letting on. She liked that a handsome man--and a tall one at that--admired her. He was just nice and laid-back.

After their showers, they walked back to their dorms together. This time, they ended up at Cathy's shared apartment for some tea. There, they sat in the kitchen while Cathy made pasta for the two of them to meet their strict dietary requirements. They ate together and chatted casually.

Marc was emotionally intelligent and had a good sense of humor. Cathy liked the way he treated her--polite, not overbearing--but he was also very laid-back. He was almost a little shy and kept himself pretty much to himself.

For the first time in her life, she was free from the whole situation where men who were too short and had too small a mind tried to cure her oversized ego in order to win her over. He simply took her seriously.

They talked about what it was like to be tall--as a man and as a woman. Marc had realized that it was very easy for men, but infinitely harder for women. Marc said some wise things about it and showed understanding. He had obviously given her situation some thought. Cathy was impressed, almost moved.

After dinner, she looked at Marc. "Another cup of tea?" she asked him. They had another drink and continued their lighthearted chat. Marc kept dodging her questions, but he kept glancing at her. She got the impression he was pining for her...

Cathy made up her mind. Her roommates were out for the day. The sun was shining, Marc was nice, and her pussy was tingling.

She'd just caught Marc eyeing her and discreetly getting his bearings in her apartment while he was looking for the bathroom.

When Marc politely tried to leave, Cathy unobtrusively stepped in his way.

"Not so fast, my dear. Don't you want to stay a little longer?" she said firmly, but very calmly.

She stood in front of him and smiled at him. He looked away, almost shyly. They stood facing each other, almost the same height. Marc was more muscular; Cathy was just a little taller. Marc was the first man with whom Cathy didn't have to bend down.

Cathy took both of his hands, and they playfully tugged at each other's arms a little. Both were reserved, but they enjoyed the moment. As they did so, Cathy gently nudged him a little toward her room. Their large feet touched tenderly.

Marc was very shy; he held back, but he was also thrilled, because he knew what this could mean. He liked Cathy, this tall woman, but he wasn't yet sure how she felt about him. He remembered how she had "checked him out" discreetly and surprisingly directly last night.

Last night in bed, he'd imagined what she might look like naked and had given himself a good handjob. His big, thick cock stood up straight as a 1. He usually had good stamina, so he didn't jerk off very often, but he'd come hard at the thought of this elegant woman, her legs, and her butt.

"I'd love to stay a little longer...," was his quiet reply. They were alone in the shared apartment.

Cathy smiled at him. She looked down at him slightly and gave him a dominant kiss on the mouth. Marc had peeked a little into her cleavage earlier. "How's the view, my dear...?" she asked.

"Wonderful..." was his rather embarrassed reply.

As they continued to fumble and wrestle, Cathy noticed a slight, growing bulge in his pants. She was pleased by it.

She pushed Marc further into her room and straight toward her long bed. She pressed him a little. Marc saw the extra-long bed. He sat down backward on the edge of the bed.

She smiled and, almost languidly, asked him firmly:

"Marc: Take off your shirt..."

Marc smiled. His extremely well-defined upper body was revealed. He looked like a Greek ideal of beauty. Very well-defined pectoral muscles, lightly covered with black hair, strong, well-defined abdominal muscles, hardly any fat, all lightly tanned. You could see the tanlines due to his rowing gear. He had very broad shoulders.

Cathy stood in front of him. It was getting warmer and warmer between her legs. She was turned on, and it was getting... worse... at the sight of this dreamlike body.

She stood smiling in front of him and moved closer.

Actually, Cathy was rather shy, but the hormones inside her made her say:

"Marc, take off your pants..."

Surprised and delighted, Marc sat there and removed the rest of his one-piece rowing suit. When he put his feet back on the floor, an eight-inch cock came into view. It was uncircumcised but extremely thick--very thick.

Cathy saw the cock and was thrilled. That was exactly what she'd been hoping for. "Finally, a man who's physically my type," she thought to herself.

Marc had beautiful, very strong, and muscular legs; he was slightly hairy; and he had that really firm ass, which alone turned Cathy on immensely. She thought of Melanie and smiled.

He sat calmly on the bed.

Time stood still.

Cathy reveled in the sight.

Marc's cock was now standing at full attention. It was well-shaped and STIFF.

He was full of anticipation. Cathy's emotions were boiling...

"I wonder what that would feel like..."

Cathy stood in front of him, smiling.

With very natural movements, Cathy slipped off her top.

Standing at 6 feet 5, she stood before him.

"Now you can see me in person--you've already had several previews," she said, smiling at him warmly and shyly.

Her breasts were large, but given her height, her proportions were just right. She was beautiful, perfectly proportioned--just taller and extremely fit. Here nipples were small, long, and rose. From rowing, she had V-shaped back muscles.

Marc looked at her lustfully. She looked much better than he had dreamed of.

Then she elegantly took off her pants. She turned around. She knew that he had admired her wonderfully shaped buttocks. Her extremely firm buttocks came to light, with her buttocks standing very high. Her long muscular legs were structured and connected to her very beautiful calves.

She turned and showed her trimmed pussy patch. A large dense and black stripe covered her big pussy. Her pussy looked tremendously feminine.

He saw that she was already very wet and her labia were deep red with blood.

Her stomach above her pussy was toned because she paid very close attention to her body fat.

They stood and sat like that, enjoying each other's company for quite a while.

Cathy leaned shyly over him. "You're a great guy..."...

Her firm breasts moved forward but barely sagged. Marc spread his sturdy legs apart, and Cathy pushed them and his knees upward.

She suddenly had a plan, inspired by many unsatisfied dreams of a man who would (finally) be her equal and with whom she could experience something.

Marc's cock was erect and hard. She stood over him. She bent down slightly. His cock and her pussy were still about 4 inches apart. Then Marc grabbed his hard cock and tapped her clit--which was visibly protruding--a few times with his glans.

Cathy was surprised, but she liked this change of plan...

She was horny, wanted to take him right away; she was large, but Marc's cock was especially thick. So she'd need a little preparation. After all, she was a woman.

She was looking forward to what was about to happen, but she wasn't a cow. She began to get even wetter between her legs.

As she stood over him, he continued to tap her clitoris gently--and with increasing firmness--with his large glans. His skin felt pleasant, and she could feel how incredibly hard he was.

His extreme virility led to a very hard erection. With it, he now massaged her labia with the glans and pressed the glans against her vulva. She grew wetter and wetter and cooed. He continued to massage her gently.

When a drop ran down the inside of her thighs, she reached for the nightstand.

She looked at the clock radio: 7:15 p. m. She reached into the drawer for a fresh pack. She opened the pack of extra-large condoms and rolled a thick condom over his cock. She had secretly bought this extra-size that morning, secretely hoping....

She rolled the rim of the condom down to his balls and gently caressed them.

"What a total package. What a man... What a sight..."

She felt another tingling inside her...

Driven by the opportunity and her intense desire, she now took the lead.

Like an Amazone, she then positioned Marc's cock between her legs.

Then she began to fuck Marc like a man. She thrust forward, and Marc slowly entered her.

He was so hard that it went smoothly. Cathy was happy, because when she'd tried this with other men, it had... always gone wrong.

Marc's reaction was one of utter amazement. He'd never experienced a woman doing something like this before. Cathy set the pace and the depth; Marc lay half on his back and was being fucked.

Cathy was living out her fantasies: she wanted it long and hard now. She looked at him...

"My dear Marc, you're a great man; I hope you have the strength to satisfy me. I'm counting on you..."

She smiled at him hopefully, almost pleadingly:

"Please, Marc, satisfy me... properly."

He nodded silently. He saw the great task before him, who smiled at him hopefully.

Cathy continued to set the pace. Marc's thickness was incredible; she had underestimated him. With every thrust, he stretched her pussy a bit further, yet remained tender throughout. Finally, she sank down on him all the way to the hilt.

Marc held his ground with his strength and masculinity and was doing well. He responded nimbly to her active thrusts. She wiggled her hips and used Marc's hardness to rub his cock against her sensitive spots inside her pussy. His cock was long enough for this position and remained very stiff.

Cathy's juices were visible on the condom. The sight of it turned Cathy on incredibly. She committed those images to memory.

Marc was blown away by being fucked like that by this woman. She was gorgeous and knew exactly what she wanted. Plus, she seemed a little fragile, despite her height and build.

Cathy continued to fuck him with great stamina, rocking her hips back and forth and savoring that thick cock with its texture against the rim of his glans.

"Ohh..." she felt his cock and rolled her eyes for the first time. Her abs became very visible. She moved elegantly and began to sweat slightly. Marc admired her toned body and her big tits, which swayed firmly above him.

She liked how deeply Marc penetrated her. He was her equal--finally, a man who could perform like that in bed. At the same time, Cathy was very horny, and she unconsciously massaged his glans particularly intensely. Marc endured this treatment at first calmly and stiffly. Cathy enjoyed his virility. She repeatedly thrust her pussy onto his cock, relishing how firmly and deeply he penetrated her. The thickness was amazing; she set the pace and enjoyed how his hardness spread her pussy open. He moved skillfully, not clumsily. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was really being fucked--even though she was the one fucking him. She was enjoying it...

She closed her eyes and let herself go for a while, fucking him with increasing ruthlessness. Finally, someone was doing something sexual for her. She rubbed herself against him and acted out her secret desires. This went on for quite a while... Marc was a man and could take it all. He remained silent.

At some point, however, Marc began to moan somewhat desperately: she opened her eyes and saw 7:35 p. m. on the alarm clock.

"Wow..." she had lost track of time. Her massage of Marc's cock was having an effect on him. It was like being 60% of the way through a rowing race--that's when she suddenly saw a hint of doubt in Marc's eyes.

She pleaded with him: "Please, Marc: if you're about to come, it would be a real, REAL shame--please pull yourself together.

You're such a great guy. Focus like you're in a mid-race sprint."

Marc obeyed, somewhat desperately, and held back for the time being. She rubbed herself against his hot and hard cock. Cathy's tits bounced. It was incredibly hot. She fucked him--it was the first time either of them had ever experienced anything like this.

He fucked her really well as well; his thick cock was hard and velvety, and he was hitting all the right spots in her pussy again. She'd never experienced anything like this before. She felt it and savored it.

She began to moan. However, after a few more minutes, she saw fear in his eyes again, and: She, too, suddenly feared he'd come too soon. He saw the doubts rising within him.

She encouraged him: "Marc, please: Don't come... Keep fucking me."

She slowed down her rhythm...

Marc looked at her and nodded; he still looked desperate, but he nodded...

She continued slowly.

Marc wanted to cut the "race" short by trying to massage her clitoris.

She gently pushed his hand away. "No, Marc. You're amazing. I want you to thrust into me. It's so hot. You're the first man who's managed to do this--you're incredible.

You've got to hold on now."

Marc pulled himself together with extreme effort, managed another two minutes, and Cathy felt his wonderful effort--it turned her on endlessly. This man was really trying hard. He understood her; he was fighting for her, for her orgasm--his abs were trembling.

He didn't just let himself go like her former lovers, who simply came whenever they felt like it. Her ex-boyfriend had come after just one minute during a similar attempt and then gone limp.

Marc was amazing, but he began to moan loudly. "Oh, Cathy, please..."

Cathy was on her way to a wonderful orgasm; she could feel it, but she still needed some time more. Marc was the one to give it to her. Marc visibly bit his lip; his arms gripped her shoulders, and she could feel his intense tension and devotion.

She felt him shudder and writhe in pleasure... "Oh, Cathy...," he pleaded...

Then she felt... pity. She'd probably asked for too much; she'd been inconsiderate.

She didn't want him to just come right then. That would be the end of his self-confidence. He had the potential to become a good lover and finally fulfill her desires--the desires of a great and intelligent woman--for an equal sexual partner.

She stopped abruptly, pulled his cock out of her pussy, grabbed it, and squeezed the hard shaft very tightly so he wouldn't accidentally come.

Marc was sweating profusely. He was surprised, but very relieved that the pressure on his glans had eased.

"Thanks, Cathy..." She smiled: "Marc, you're great. Your cock is getting a break now, but not you..."

Then she pushed her wet, bright-red pussy further forward and sat down on his stomach, straddling his face. Marc watched her tits sway powerfully above him.

Marc was relieved; he smiled. She moved her hips over his head and pressed her legs tightly together.

Marc's head was immersed in an incredibly beautiful, intense, and hot furnace.

Cathy's pheromones penetrated deep into his nose. He took a deep breath through his nose. Ancient instincts were activated in his mind.

"Lick me..." Marc could barely breathe, but he was relieved. He now licked Cathy wonderfully and eagerly. Cathy's clitoris was very large and extremely aroused. It stood out... Marc avoided stimulating it directly. Once, his tongue touched her clitoris directly, almost by accident, and Cathy began to tremble immediately. He wanted to give it to her thoroughly; she deserved it. He licked her labia, the areas above the clitoris, on the left and right.

On the right side, Cathy immediately began to moan. He had her. He brought her close to climax and then teased her a little.

She begged, "Marc, lick me, keep going, please..."

Her chest muscles vibrated above him.

She urged him on: "Yes, Marc, do it to me... please, keep going..."

Then he licked deeply over her vaginal opening and near her anus. She reacted strongly, and her whole body trembled again.

Just as she was about to orgasm, he stopped briefly.

She looked down desperately.

Marc's head plunged into her--she was on the verge of finally coming with a partner...

"Marc, please, please..."

He then licked his way back up to the spot just above her clitoris. He grinned...

She was practically begging... "Marc, please, keep going..."

No man had ever made her feel this way before...

Marc kept her hanging on the edge.

She became more explicit.

"Marc, lick me now, I need it, now..."

He held back for another 5 seconds...

Cathy was almost angry; she was on the verge of coming...

"Marc, lick ME, NOW... Please."

Her whole body was trembling, and he could feel the orgasm building inside her.

Cathy had never been so aroused. Marc saw her nipples stiffen and tremble...

He licked very, very slowly right on that sensitive spot.

Cathy sank down gratefully. A huge wave built up inside her. She squeezed her strong legs together and pressed her pussy deep onto his tongue. He could barely breathe. Then she let out a deep scream.

"AAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." and her voice, starting as a deep rumble, burst into a high-pitched scream.

"I'm coming..."

She came... Shivers ran through her large body; she felt a slight cramp in her calf, and her pussy twitched inside as her clitoris reached the point of total overload.

She moaned loudly and took several deep breaths as her breasts bobbed violently up and down. She grabbed Marc's strong shoulders, and he felt the waves coursing through her body as she gripped him tightly.

Gasping for air, she moved backward, then sat ecstatically on his stomach and smiled blissfully. Her face relaxed. She had a very woman-like quality about her.

She smiled... "Thank you." She stroked his upper body and face very gently. Very tenderly. Marc's face was covered in her juices.

He smiled.

What a sight--a woman who was horny and satisfied for the first time.

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Marc himself had recovered. His cock, still in the condom, remained stiff, but he was more relaxed. He now stroked her butt a little, letting her come down.

Cathy looked at him. She smiled and now... thought of him.

She slowly reached behind her and felt his stiff cock.

She looked into his eyes...

"Marc, finish me off now... Give me your strength..."

Using his great strength, he raised his upper body, lifted the tall woman gently, and positioned her in front of him by the bed. Cathy felt light and desired.

Then he turned her over tenderly, she knelt half on the bed with her arms forward. Her tits swung freely and firmly.

He was now standing behind her and pushed his thick cock in front of her wet vagina. Very slowly he touched her. Cathy was still slightly overstimulated, but she was happy about his care for her deeper needs. These were unfulfilled... "For so long...", she thought longingly.

He grabbed her by the hips... Very strong and firm.

Cathy was happy: finally a man who had the size, strength and psyche to get it for her.

He took it very slowly. Marc knew that he would have to divide up the journey.

He touched her labia very carefully and slowly. Then slowly put his cock back into her. It was a different angle than before and she liked his now new touches... She sighed and rolled her eyes.

He was now fucking her very slowly from behind.

Very slowly... In and... slowly... out again...

He rubbed his glans along her G-spot. He could feel it, despite the condom. He understood where she was responding.

After a while, he reached down with his right hand to her clitoris. Cathy let him. It had calmed down and was now standing out plump again. He touched it very tenderly and only very sparingly.

It was amazing for him, too. Whenever he felt himself about to come, he slowed his thrusts even further. His very slow movements aroused Cathy immensely. She had never experienced this more tender side of a man before. Her previous partners, her "mini-bulls," had always "pounded her like rabbits" and simply hadn't had the confidence or stamina for it.

Marc was able to control his own arousal. Always teetering on the edge of his own arousal, he was now driving Cathy wild. Cathy began to moan loudly and uncontrollably. It was a good thing they were alone in the apartment. Her muscles tensed... Her boobs swayed beneath her.

Marc admired her firm butt. It was so hot, he had to be careful not to cum right away.

He, too, moaned very loudly with every thrust... He gently stroked her "sensitive" spot on her clitoris and drove her on...

Cathy could feel how confidently and tenderly Marc was now fucking her and taking care of her...

He was really trying hard, and his own moans turned her on incredibly. She could feel how he wanted to satisfy her, to make her happy both sexually and as a person.

He'd stop every now and then when it got to be too much for him, gently caressing her breasts, caressing her clitoris, and bringing her close to orgasm.

That's how he prolonged the ride--her ride...--and with it, their shared pleasure, further and further...

Cathy's ass was sticking straight up. He had pushed her further onto the bed and was practically crouching behind her, fucking her relentlessly. His firm ass was also hanging in the air. She felt him caressing her hips. His stamina helped...

With every thrust, he forced her to go along with him... He imposed his pace on her--it was very slow, elegant, and tender. Cathy began to tremble all over again.

Marc noticed this and suddenly pressed down on her clitoris--unexpectedly and very intensely.

Cathy came suddenly and violently.

A sudden orgasm, intense and wild. She felt him holding back inside her... She was breathing heavily through the orgasm and waiting for him to come too.

He struggled, but held back. Cathy was happy--so turned on...

Then he continued incredibly slowly... She pushed his hand away from her clitoris because she couldn't take it anymore, but he kept thrusting with his cock...

Then he began to count down slowly and calmly, like in a race:

"12"..... he stopped because he could barely hold back himself.

Cathy shuddered. Deep inside her, she felt a new, unfamiliar wave building up...

"11"... Marc thrust deep and slowly into her again. He waited. Cathy trembled...

"Marc, please keep going...," she gasped....

After another three seconds, he withdrew carefully... he held the tip of his cock at her entrance... Both of them were trembling... He watched her strong back muscles spasm before him...

"10," he counted... His balls were boiling, and the tip of his cock was ready to shoot right then.

He took a deep breath... and... after what felt like an eternity... he pushed his cock back inside her... He pulled the rim of the condom back down. Cathy shuddered at this unexpected movement...

"Nii.... iiine..." He thrust into her very tenderly again. Inside Cathy, the wave kept building...

Her entire lower body was trembling. She felt a warm, numb sensation in her butt and arms.

Marc was on the verge of coming. His stomach tightened and he got a cramp in his calf...

Suddenly, Marc picked up the pace: "8, 7, 6, 5..."

Four times in quicker succession, he thrust gently into her.

Cathy was surprised; she went along with it--it felt so good. He was perfect at this pace, a dream...

She savored his tenderness and elegance and felt her G-spot. It aroused her immensely.

He was an amazing lover...

Not only her sexual desire, but her emotions as well suddenly boiled over...

She turned around and saw a very handsome, sensitive, and boundlessly devoted man behind her, pushed to the limit of what he could sexually endure.

His face was flushed, he was sweating, and he was enduring it with total devotion... For her...

She looked deep into his eyes: "Marc, please... fuck me..."

Marc was at his limit...

She continued to tease him and repeated:

"Marc, please... fuck me..."

She was trembling more and more violently...

"Four..."

Marc ventured another very slow thrust, gazing deeply into her eyes as he did so...

She pursed her lips as if to kiss him. At the sight of her pursed lips, his semen surged uncontrollably from his balls... He felt as if she had just kissed his cock.

Cathy saw his eyes roll back and was swept away by a tremendous orgasm as she felt him ejaculate.

"3..." He thrust forward... He came inside the condom. He felt her vaginal walls twitch violently. He pulled his throbbing cock out again; she kept coming.

"2..." The condom continued to fill... He was afraid the condom would burst... Cathy screamed, "Marc, I'm coming..."

He held the condom on his cock with his left hand and felt her pussy shake. Her whole body was shaking.

"1..."... The final thrust was pure shared ecstasy... Cathy thrust her buttocks back against Marc's hipbone; he held her tight.

Their tall, slender bodies were shaken by shared muscle spasms.

A wave washed over them both in unison. Muscle spasms in those wonderful, tall, lean and muscular bodies...

They pressed their buttocks and hips convulsively against each other... and Marc wrapped his strong upper body around Cathy from behind.

Cathy gasped uncontrollably as Marc's sexy butt twitched with the final spurt...

Cathy felt incredibly secure as Marc wrapped his arms around her large breasts from behind.

She glanced sideways at the radio alarm clock...

7:55 p. m.

"... What a real man... 40 minutes... of ectasy" her subconscious processed...

The realization that, as a tall, sensitive, and intelligent woman, she had finally been properly fucked,

.... filled her with great satisfaction.

The waves of pleasure gave way to deep contentment. Her body was flooded with happiness hormones...

His cock remained somewhat stiff...

Worried about the large amount of semen in the condom, he reached for his cock and pulled it--and the condom--out. It left a wide, gaping hole behind;

Cathy felt cooler air against the walls of her vagina and cooed... "You big man..."

He held her close and caressed her breasts and, very gently, her completely aroused pussy.... He was very tender...

At some point, she broke free from his embrace, turned around, and stood in front of him.

She gave him a gentle kiss, looked down at his cock with the taut condom, which was still half-erect...

"Marc, you're a great man for the big tasks..." and she pinched his firm butt.

Her pussy tingled as she did so.