Awakening

Stark stepped into the shower and turned the knobs to as hot as they would go without scolding himself. He knew that Jules had seen him, but was unsure if she would follow through. He began to lather himself all over, while he waited to see if she would make a move. His desire for her had grown, and he sorely wanted to be the aggressor and devour this jewel of a woman, but he knew that would not work with her. At least it would not this first time. It had to be her idea, her aggression, if he wanted to keep her trust. Looking through steam on the sliding glass doors that enclosed the shower and tub, he saw her misty figure through the glass. She boldly entered the room and began to remove her clothing.

All pretenses were over, and he knew he had her, at least for this night. Sliding back the door, he smiled at her, "Join me, my lovely?"

"Yes, I think I will," she said simply, grinning at him as she stepped out of her clothes and stood naked before him. Her statuesque frame struck an amazing figure. Her size and womanly curves tended to overshadow her athletic build. Her muscle tone was just short of chiseled, with a layer of softness covering her body to lend it a gentler look at first glance. Her breasts were just under a handful, and her dark pink nipples and areola pointed slightly up invitingly. Her hips flared out in a gentle curve that gave her buttocks a bubble like shape and tapered to her legs that stretched on forever. A close cropped dark bush pointed in a "v" toward her womanly charms. He had rarely seen such a beauty in all his years, and his lust surged.

Winking and smiling at him, she stepped into the shower. As she closed the door, she felt him grab her shoulders and pull her backwards into his muscled arms and torso. She could feel his manhood poking at her thighs and buttocks like a snake trying to find shelter from the sun. She leaned back into him and breathed deeply, enjoying his touch and his intoxicating smell.

Holding her around the waist with one arm, he grabbed the shampoo bottle and dribbled a soapy line across her breasts. Lines zigzagged across her dark pink nipples and dripped down her taut belly toward her warming loins. Setting the bottle aside, he moved his warm calloused hands up and began massaging her breasts and lathering the soapy mixture. Jules let her hands rest over his and mutually guided and enjoyed the stimulation from his exploring fingers.

Widening his pattern, Stark spread the lather down her belly and around her thighs. Reaching his hands around even more, he dipped them to her inner thighs and lightly brushed her lips. Bringing his hands back up, he grasped her soft soap covered breasts and briefly pinched her erect nipples, pulling and tweaking them a little. Listening to her soft moans and sensing her body's reactions to what brought her pleasure; he played his hands across her body, teasing her desires to greater heights.

Enjoying his hands on her and his steady teasing, Jules reciprocated by reaching behind her with one hand to grab his probing shaft. Steadying herself with her other hand on the top of the glass door curtain, she gripped his penis the best she could. His pole was thick and veiny, and her hand could not reach around its circumference. Exploring its length, she slid her hand loosely down its length till she came in contact with his groin. Sucking in her breath a little, she repeated the process a couple of times in disbelief. She was no expert on determining sizes, but he was bigger than any man she had ever been with. She didn't think there would be anyway she could fit this monster in her, but there was no way she wasn't going to try.

Breaking away from his grip, she turned and pushed him to the shower wall. The spray from the shower was hitting her back and as she looked up into his lust filled grey eyes, she used both hands to grab his mighty member. My God, she thought, he is getting bigger! Looking down she watched in amazement as he continued to swell while she used both her hands to slide up and down his shaft. His pole now felt like flesh covered steel, and was pointing directly at her belly as she pushed and pulled on its uncircumcised shaft.

Unable to help herself, she knelt down in front of him and pulled his skin back as she brought her lips to the head of his shaft. Hot water ran down her face as the spray hit the back of her still braided hair. Opening her mouth as far as she could, she stuffed the tip of his manhood in the best she could. Using her tongue, she rubbed and slobbered on him, sucking and pulling as she attempted to stimulate the head. For the first time he made a sound, as a sharp intake of breath caught in his chest. He spread his legs and braced his hands on the walls for balance as he thrust his hips out a little to allow her to do as she wished.

Enthralled, Jules continued to use one hand to jerk his shaft into her mouth as she sucked on its head. Letting her other hand slide down his length to his groin, she cupped and massaged his soft hairy pendulous balls. Reaching even farther between his legs, she rubbed the sensitive area directly below his anus. He moaned his pleasure.

Wanting more lubrication, she grabbed the conditioner bottle and squirted a large amount on his shaft and groin. Taking a breath from sucking on him, she used both hands to spread the conditioner all around. Getting a firm grip with both hands around his oversized shaft, she squeezed tightly and began stroking him hard and fast up and down.

Stark held on as she put him in a vice like grip and jerked on his cock. She seemed determined to bring him to orgasm, or at least stimulate him to the extreme. He admired and enjoyed her enthusiasm, though he knew he could last as long as he wanted and in this case he wanted it to go on for some time. Looking down and watching her, he gave her encouragement by moaning and thrusting only a little. He let his pheromones, his essence, spread from his pores permeating throughout the shower. Her breathing quickened and her grip tightened as she luxuriated in the mixture of steam, water, and sexual tension.

The water was beginning to turn tepid, and rather than continue in the deteriorating conditions he decided a move to more comfortable conditions was in order. Reaching down, he pulled her to her feet and gave her a soft kiss on the lips, exploring her response with his tongue. She initially looked a little peeved, as if being pulled away from a game before she was ready, and she continued to grasp his manhood even as she parted her lips and returned the gentle kiss.

"Shall we rinse off and get more comfortable?" he suggested, still trying to let her feel in control.

"Lovely idea, I have plans for this beast," she smiled, squeezing hard and twisting her hand on his steely shaft.

Quickly, they rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. After helping her towel off, he headed for the bedroom until she grabbed him by his protruding member and steered him down the stairs instead. Almost urgently she pulled on him till they reached the bear skin rug in front of the still burning fire place. Kneeling once again she pulled him down with her and pushed him back till he lay sprawled on the rug with his penis still clutched in her grip and pointing toward the ceiling.

Jules just stared at him and at his large member that continued to throb in her hand. Her senses were in overload, and every touch, smell, or sound registered in her very soul. Her groin was on fire, and she could feel moistness coating her thighs already. This was going to take some work, she thought, as she lustfully looked at his shaft. Looking mischievously at his upturned and curious face, she scooted her backside toward him and quickly swung a leg over his head as she straddled him backwards. Sliding back she planted her moist womanhood firmly on his chin, while she put both hands to work on his meaty member.

She could feel his hands grasp her butt cheeks and grip them firmly as he stuck his tongue directly into her moistness as she pushed back into his face.

"Uhhh...Ohhh..." she growled as his tongue explored her wet and needy vagina. He lapped up and down her engorged pink lips, hungrily sucking at her juices. He would stop and lick on her protruding clit briefly, only to move back down and delve at her inner folds with his tongue and lips. Caught up in the sensations, she could only hang on to his stiff pole like a handle bar as she thrust herself lewdly back and forth on his upturned face. Undulating her hips, she lustfully smeared his nose, lips, and chin with her womanly scent.

As her gyrations increased, his tongue began to come in contact with her sphincter. Seized by her passion, she ground into him even more, enjoying this new sensation coursing through her. Amazingly, he spread her cheeks more and let his tongue delve her most hidden of charms. The feeling was indescribable and the carnality of the act incited her to new unexplored heights yet again. Her climax began to build uncontrollably. It felt like an unstoppable avalanche that threatened to sweep her entire being beneath it. She was now humping frantically on his face, using his tongue, chin, nose and face for her pleasure. Her hands gripped his hot wet shaft as she yanked on him more for her own pleasure and stability than for his own need. Her back was arched and her neck was craned back as her braid swung wildly about her while she thrashed her head back and forth in throes of pleasure.

Ahh...Oh God... YES, YES... Ah, ah, ah...AHHHHH, Oh my, Oh...OHHH..." She moaned and screamed as her climax hit her full force. Convulsively her hips smashed down on his mouth, and her thighs clamped him in their grip as best they could. He rode out her shaking body with both his hands squeezing and massaging her bubbled cheeks. Holding back his ministrations, he waited for the first wave of pleasure to begin to recede, and then began to strum her clit with his tongue again.

OH FUCK...OH...Yessssss...OHHHHH..." She began to thrash on him again as she was ripped by another orgasm. Waves of sensations coursed through her body as she laid her head in his groin and nuzzled his balls, with his shaft still gripped in her hands.

Slowing his tongue, he moved to licking her juices that now flowed continuously from her moist lips while she started to settle back down. Again, he sensed the right time to attack her moistness, and played his tongue back up and nibbled and sucked on her oversensitive clitoris.

"Oh God...not again...Oh shit...NO...Oh...yes, Oh...OH...you bastard...do it...fuck...YESSS!" Jules began to buck yet again. The pleasure was akin to pain it was so intense, and tears came to her eyes. He was playing her like a finely tuned instrument, and she was singing the song he desired. She didn't think she could survive any more of this orgasmic ecstasy.

Forcing herself up to move away, she threw her legs over his head and rolled to the side finally releasing his still hard penis. Curling into a ball, she wrapped her arms around her knees and shuddered while she calmed down from her multiple orgasms. Using his thigh as a pillow, she laid her head back and gasped for breath trying to control her rapid breathing.

"Holy shit," she muttered in disbelief. She knew about multiple orgasms but had never experienced them before. She had no idea if this was how intense they normally were or not, but she knew now that she had been sorely lacking before in her sexual experience.

Turning her head, she looked at his grinning eyes. The firelight shined off the nectar that covered his face where she had bathed him in her lust-filled frenzy. He had curled his hands behind his head and was just looking at her with those wolf-like grey eyes. His smile broadened as their eyes met, and he winked at her with a slight chuckle.

For Jules, that look was a challenge. Rolling onto her hands and knees, she slinked up to him like a leopard stalking her prey. Leaning in, she kissed him passionately, tasting herself on his moistened lips. Reaching back with one hand, she grabbed his manhood once again and stroked it firmly up and down. Clear fluid was running freely from its head, and she used it to slick his shaft for her hand. One way or another she thought, I am going to ride this beast.

Rising up she straddled him once again, this time with her moist vaginal lips lining up with his turgid member. Meeting his predatory gaze with one of her own, she guided his pole toward her wanton womanhood as she slowly squatted down and back. As she pushed herself on to him, she could feel his head trying valiantly to breech her tight confines. "Good God," she thought, "I don't know how I am going to do this."

His ministrations from earlier, combined with her own climactic juices, were more than enough lubrication to easily accept penetration from a normal cock. She didn't believe his was normal, or at the very least it was not common. Gritting her teeth, she speared his weapon deeper into her molten loins. Grunting in determination, she forced his manhood into her a centimeter at a time. She had not felt this stretched since losing her virginity in high school in the dugouts of the old town park. Adjusting to his huge girth, it was literally minutes before she finally had as much as she could take. He completely filled her and she smiled in victory, even though at least a quarter of his shaft still remained free.

Placing her hands on his hairy chest, she braced herself upright with her arms locked straight. Her breasts were mashed between her arms and stuck out proudly on display. Slowly, she began to ease her hips upward. Adjusting her legs, she assumed a squatting position, with her feet now planted on the bear-skin rug and his turgid shaft impaling her moist canal. Curling her fingers in his chest hairs, she began to ride him, using her legs to squat herself up and down his enormous pole.

Closing her eyes, she hung her head and let the sensation of being filled completely seep into her. She thrust her hips slowly at first to adjust to his girth and feel his pulsing organ with in her. Gradually she picked up speed and adjusted her height with her legs. Being careful not to thrust herself too deep, she found her sweet spot and began to move her hips rapidly up and down his moist hot shaft. Tensing her stomach muscles, she squeezed his manhood as she pulled on him with her groin like a moist glove. Relaxing her muscles, she dropped back down as far as she could safely handle, then tensed and thrust her hips in the air again with her legs. Developing a rhythm, she repeated the process faster and faster, jacking his pole with her body for all she was worth.

Stark just admired her at first, watching the firelight dance off her nude torso as she gave herself completely to her lust driven dance. Her efforts were certainly admirable and her muscle control was exquisite. As she picked up speed, her braid swung over her shoulder and swung against her arms and tickled his chest and nipples. She was sweating slightly and the dampness on her skin was highlighted by the flames of the fire even as the flames of their lust rose.

He reached up his hands and placed them on her hips as she continued to ride him in determination. Sliding his hands up her waist he reached between her arms and cupped her breasts. Squeezing, he pinched her hardened buds and pulled experimentally.

She groaned audibly. "OHhhh...Unnhhh..." Looking up, she met his piercing grey eyes and thrust her chest out even more in invitation. Slowly she raked her nails down his chest as she continued to impale herself upon him. He pinched her nipples hard enough to cause her eyes to go wide, then released them and rolled them gently between his thumbs and forefingers. Trailing his hands back down to her hips, he clasped them firmly, halting her riding motion as he began to thrust into her from the floor. Rapidly he bucked into her making sure he filled her with every thrust of his member.

With his iron grip upon her, she finally rested her aching legs. Placing her hands on the bear skin rug on either side of his head, she leaned forward and placed her swollen and sensitive nipples to his moist lips, as he used his tongue and teeth to bite and nibble her in earnest. Whimpering, she tried to keep from shaking and collapsing completely on top of him.

"Yes...yes...God...oh, oh... my god...Oh my God...Oh my God... Fuck me!" Her voice warbled and her lust was cresting. She couldn't believe she was on her way to an earth shattering climax yet again. Her head was shaking back and forth and her braid flailed around her like a master's whip exhorting her lustful contortions to a greater tempo. She lost herself then in the moment. She did not know who she was; all she knew was the animal that she had become. She was a wanton beast that was being impaled by his bull driven shaft, over and over. She needed it. She wanted it. It was her entire being at this very moment, and she gave herself completely to its desire.

Screaming out loud, she began to howl her pleasure. "OHHH...AHHHH...AHHHH...AHHHUUU..." She thrashed uncontrollably as her orgasm burst through her in an explosion of passion and heat starting from her loins and radiating throughout her entire body to the very tips of her fingers and toes. For a moment, time froze, and then she collapsed upon him, smothering her breasts upon his face as she fell forward away from his still hard and slowly thrusting member.

Opening her eyes, she found herself lying on her back looking up at the slowly rotating ceiling fan above. She may have passed out; she was not sure as she had no recollection of rolling off Stark, who was lying on his side beside her as he rubbed her heavily breathing and sweaty belly. He looked upon her and lazily moved his hand up and down her body admiring her flushed appearance.

Reaching up, she grasped his head in her hands and brought him in for a deep, wet kiss. Exploring his mouth and tongue with hers, she could still taste her own juices mingled with his spit. The thought only made her wetter. How that could be, she did not know after what she had just been through, but she could still feel her lust smoldering like a coal deep in her belly. Pulling back from their passionate kiss, she panted heavily with desire and confusion.

"I don't know who or what you are, or what has come over me, but you have me." She looked at him with her dark brown eyes, and reached down to grasp his member that was lying on her thigh. Firmly, almost harshly, she pulled on it. "Do with me what you will. Tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it!" Her strength was returning and as she spoke of her submission, she sat up and knelt by his side as she continued to jerk his cock.

A glow infused Stark as he heard his quarry submit to his desires. In his journeys he had been with many women. Most of the times he had been the dominant partner, but some of his tasks required him to play a more subservient role, even abasing himself for the greater good. With Jules in particular, he felt euphoric about the state he was in with her as his submissive partner. He did not know how far this line of servitude would go, but his passions were deep and varied, and with such a partner as her he lusted at the thoughts of exploring her every pore. The key was to move slowly and not to break her self-will, though he doubted that he could with this magnificent warrior. He only hoped that he had the time to really enjoy her company as events began to unfold in front of him.

"You honor me with your desire, my lovely, and I cannot tell you how much I desire to hold you to that statement," he said, as he alternately watched her face and her hands stroking his turgid shaft. Long years and many sexual partners had conditioned him to control his lust nearly to perfection. If he really wanted to, he could hold out on his climax for days. Sometimes that was required for the circumstance or in order to please the mistress that he might have been with at the time. However, riding the wave of orgasm was a pleasure onto itself, and was a God given gift for those who walked the earth. Denying its pull was rarely in conjunction with nature or the powers that propelled his existence. Besides, the joys of sexuality were undeniable.