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surprises me as the cock-in-mouth stage usually comes later in the session. She starts at the tip to squeegee the bubbles off, quickly making it hard with short sucking bursts.
    My God! What a warm mouth.
    Laura takes a break and asks, “Oh, what’s your name?” It was right there that I felt the first lightning bolt of love. Here was a woman who sucks your dick first and asks your name second.
    â€œI’m Jeffrey.” We kiss and the same warmth that was on my dick is now on my mouth. Either this girl has a fever or her normal temperature is above 98.6.
    We put on robes and scoot down the hall to the little room.
We throw our robes off and flow onto the bed. We lie down next to each other completely naked. I am overwhelmed by the magnetic texture of her flesh. I can’t believe that right after meeting Sherry, and encountering the best chemistry ever, I surpass it with the next woman I meet. My life must be going in the right direction.
    Laura and I skip the massage that usually starts these sessions, kiss wet and deep and feel each other all over, as frenetic as if our lives depend on how much surface we can cover. From this fast-forward appetizer, we get into real time as I steer my cock inside her. Then everything gets slo-mo. Her pussy is even warmer than the rest of her! Through the biochemical fog of lust that part of me in charge of self-preservation stops to ask if, in fact, she does have a fever. She chortles and speaks broken English as if it’s her second language, “No fever, please kiss more.”
    She smells great! Not perfume great but girl great. Her aroma and flavor jolt my emotions. The taste of her kiss tells me her pussy will be delicious. I know she is a whore, but I have to taste her. I am selective eating pussy even outside of whorehouses, but this I must sample. I pull out, instruct her to just lie there, and dive between her legs. My tongue and lips are delighted. It’s dessert! Her natural lubrication is thick and it’s sweet. I could put it on strawberries and serve it to my mother.
    I turn around and get back on top, squeeze my cock in, and look down at her. I’m on my elbows. I hold her head in my hands and arch up to keep my weight off her. I slide in and almost out, not straight like a piston but in wide looping orbits like a connecting rod to a camshaft. Laura turns her head to the side, kissing and sucking whatever part of my arms and hands she can reach, moaning and grunting.
    I take my hands from her head and restrain her wrists. She whimpers and submits. I never felt more desirous of controlling another woman.
    She says, “No one ever fucked me like this. I want it in my life.”
    She is long-limbed. Her legs are not shaved and I don’t mind. The hair is fine and sparse, feels nice and doesn’t tickle.
    We move, two tango dancers.
    The fuck gets fast.
    Harder.
    Tighter orbits.
    Pheromones rage.
    Hormones rule.
    I am a stallion.
    The part of me that decides when to have an orgasm says, “Now.” I start to come. Orgasm feels different from the first blush. Jumbo. Super jumbo. Every increment grips. It builds. Builds. BUILDS. Halfway there. Most intense ever. We are wired together though our eyes and the fuck. Breathing in synch. Gasping harmony. Her eyes so big. She starts to come.
    Poetry and fireworks.
    No one blinks.
    I can’t hold it.
    She/I erupt.
    She screams.
    I bellow.
    We are a duet of pleasure noises from before our species walked upright.
    I forget what I was thinking about. My head is empty.
    * * *
    If there is a God, it feels like this.
    * * *
    We don’t move.
    We still don’t move.
    We are silent.
    My cock surprises me by staying so hard it could cut diamonds. However big my penis can possibly be, it is. I roll on my side and she moves with me. We face each other. I return from the fuck to earth with hunger for attachment. I know she is a whore, but I want her forever. I found The Holy Vagina Grail. My