A Woman of Passion

Lucien had never done it to a woman this way. This position was almost like the ordinary way, except for the incredibly tight feeling as he pumped slowly in her ass. He reached down to caress her cunt as he moved, rubbing her clitoris. Each time he pinched her clitoris, her anus clamped more tightly around his sliding cock. She looked so wanton, her legs raised, her plump ass wide open, her anus sucking at the shaft of his shining organ. It was nothing like what he had done with Anne. He was drunk with lust. Germaine groaned and pushed her legs further upward.

His thrusting became more forceful. He thought he might be hurting her, but when he looked at her face he saw nothing but pleasure in her features. Nevertheless, he asked: "Am I hurting you?"

"No, darling, no... It's heavenly!"

She suddenly had an orgasm. He held still as her body convulsed. He was nowhere near his own climax. He remained motionless until hers was finished.

Germaine finally calmed down and looked at him with adoring eyes. "That was wonderful! And you're still hard!"

She moved her hips slowly, churning her ass, pushing her rectum all the way down on his organ. She adored the feel of him in there. He was so huge! She relaxed the ring as much as possible, pushed out and then took even more of his length. His hands grabbed her hips, and his hot organ slid through the relaxed ring of her anus to bury itself full-length in her passage.

"Yes, Lucien, yes... It's delicious... I love the feel of you in there... Do you like it too?"

"It's marvelous!"

"Ouf! Don't stop moving... But do it slowly." She slid a hand down to her poor abandoned cunt and pushed two fingers inside the gaping hole.

"Do you want me to do that?"

She shook her head. She would rather do it herself. She urged him to keep his penis moving in her ass. She wanted him to have a powerful orgasm. She wanted to feel the sperm shooting inside her bowels.

When it finally happened, it was better than she expected. He rammed her like a bull, not fast, but with slow hard thrusts that shook her bones. And when she felt the sperm splashing in her rectum, she rocked her knees and cried out and came again.

* * *

A week later Lucien seemed distracted, indifferent to her, and Germaine found that intolerable. She did everything she could to make him at ease, to force him to think only of her and of being inside her, making love to her, holding her in his arms. He had another world apart from hers, and she had to compete with it. She wanted him to forget about everything else except their time together. Was he already tired of her? She could not bear it.

In the living room, she walked over to him and ruffled his hair as if he were a small child. She sat down, crossing her legs in a manner that showed her knees provocatively.

"It must be pleasant to come here," she said. "It's so close to the university, but yet so far away from all the pressures you have there."

Lucien nodded. "Yes, it's convenient to be so close."

"I'd like it if you were much closer."

"Forgive me, my mind is on other things."

Germaine took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. "Just stand there awhile," she said. She removed her blouse and dropped it on a chair. Next, her skirt fluttered down and Lucien could see the dark triangle of her sex bulging out against the nylon of her briefs. Germaine said: "Relax, darling, it gets better."

She unhooked her bra and allowed it to slide down her arms and off her body. She smiled as his eyes remained on her breasts. She cupped them with her hands, pushed them into her chest before leaning over and hooking her thumbs into the elastic that held up her panties. She drew her hands down, tugging her panties over her thighs and then her calves before she stepped out of them. With her fingers, she spread her sex apart. "I want your mind on this. Now come to the bed."

She sat on the edge of the bed, and when he came to her she reached out to his trousers, undid them and tugged them to the floor. She took his limp penis and held it in the palm of her hand before she opened her mouth to take it. She kept it there, thrilled by its bulk, by the gradual stiffening of his flesh. She rubbed his balls to encourage him, and soon his cock was at its full extent, large enough so that she had to pull her mouth back to the tip in order to breathe. Then she started to suck him in earnest, squeezing the thick shaft with her lips as she skated her fingertips up and down over the backs of his hairy thighs. She removed the penis glistening with her saliva out of her mouth, and she held it and tried to force the tip of her tongue into the tiny hole. Then she engulfed the head again and sucked it with relish. Now she did not care about what occupied his mind -- she cared only about the feel of his cock in her mouth, and about how it would feel later on when it was inside her. But of course with his penis in her mouth like this, she gave him no choice in the matter -- he could not think of anything else. He became more and more excited, and finally he pulled back so that he could strip off the rest of his clothes.

She lay down on the bed, spread her legs and waited for him. He quickly climbed over her and found the right opening without help. He was obviously impatient, pushing his cock inside her, hurting her a bit. She hoped he would not come too soon, at least not before she had her own climax. But he rushed her along, slamming his body hard against hers. It was good for her nevertheless, and she was ready for anything he liked. She reached around to touch his balls, caressing them with her fingers. When he kissed her, she opened her mouth as he mashed his lips against hers. She found his tongue and sucked on it. She wrapped her arms around his back and crushed him down against her body, her breasts flattened by his chest. She gyrated her pelvis to make the head of his driving cock hit various places far up in the innermost recesses of her vagina. She gasped as he made love to her, moaning as he cleaved her sex with his organ. With each thrust, he pushed as far inside her as possible. She had to pull her mouth away in order to breathe.

His face dropped to one of her breasts and he sucked on the nipple, whipping it with his tongue, causing her breast to fill with warmth. Her excitement swelled, her pleasure becoming more and more intense. She writhed furiously beneath him, fighting her orgasm, wanting him to tear it out of her, to purge her body. She used her muscles to squeeze the thickness of his cock as he drove it in and out of her sex.

Then her head burst, and she suddenly felt light and airy and free of pressure. She started to come, a giant orgasm that caused her to spasm and shake. "Come in me, come in me!" she panted. But he suddenly pulled back. "Not this way." He pulled his penis out of her sex and urged her to roll over onto her belly. With his hands, he spread the cheeks of her buttocks far apart to reveal her anus.

"I'll put it in your ass," he said.

"Please, darling, use some jelly."

"You're loose enough to take me without it."

"No! You must use something!"

He finally agreed. She remained face down while he prepared himself. She waited for it. Then the head of his cock was at the center, and he pushed in, slowly filling her up, providing her with a delicious pleasure. Her hands clutched the sheets as she accepted him inside her body. Finally, she felt his hairy crotch grinding against her buttocks. He withdrew slowly, then pushed inside her again with more force. He did this again and again, pounding into her like a wild animal, or as though to punish her.

But everything he did only added to her pleasure. She managed to raise herself up a bit, rising halfway to her knees to make it better for her. Lucien rose on his own knees, clutching her waist, holding her tightly as he jabbed her bowels with his rigid cock. His buttocks swung back and forth like a fulcrum, methodical, machine-like, uncaring. Germaine did not mind it. All she cared about was the next orgasm she knew was on its way. She wiggled her buttocks from side to side to change the angle of penetration, to stretch the flesh of her anus and add to her enjoyment. She felt no discomfort -- nothing but the marvelous pleasure produced by his sliding organ.

Then she came. She panted loudly, her moans filling the otherwise quiet room. Lucien continued to pump her as she came and came and came. He reached around to push two fingers inside her sex, stretching it, scratching at the walls with his fingertips. She tried to clench her sex around his fingers, but her position would not allow it. He increased his pace, and she knew he was about to come. A moment later she felt a stream of hot sperm gush into her bowels, one spurt, another spurt, and still another. She moaned as she felt it. He emptied himself quickly, and when he was finished he stopped his movements abruptly, pulled out of her and lay down.

She turned around and hovered over him, gazing at his penis as it started shrinking. Without caring what he thought, she bent forward to take his cock in her mouth and taste it. She ran her hands up and down its length and over his balls. She stopped and smiled at him. "Good, wasn't it?"

He looked at her. "How many men have had you there?"

Her eyes widened with surprise. "In my ass?"

"Yes."

"You should never ask a woman such a question."

He shrugged. He had to leave. He rose and dressed without saying another word.

Eddies of pleasure lingered in her body as she watched him pace back and forth in the room. "Say something," she said.

But he simply walked out.

It won't last, she thought. She was certain now she would not be able to keep him. She felt miserable. Lucien would abandon her. Even Albert was ignoring her these days.

* * *

Albert Kleber considered a life without amusements not worth living. If his wife was aware of his women, she never made a sound. This afternoon Albert's mood required his secretary, Suzanne Blanchot, a capable young woman who had advanced to be something more than a mere assistant. Suzanne was always a delicious antidote to a boring day. He pushed a button and called her into his office. "I need your calming influence," Albert said. He heard her chuckle. She knew his intent.

In a few moments, Suzanne entered. After she locked the door, she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Albert sat on his swivel chair and watched her strip. She wore no bra under the blouse, and she was soon completely naked, her small breasts bouncing gently in front of him as she stood on the other side of his desk.

"Don't forget about tomorrow," she said, her hands fondling her breasts.

"Tomorrow?"

"You're flying to Lyon tomorrow."

"Ah yes. Well, that's tomorrow, isn't it? At the moment I think there's something more important than Lyon."

She laughed as she walked around the desk to where he sat. Albert reached out to grasp her buttocks, his fingers tweaking and kneading the soft skin as he drew her into him. His lips grazed her white belly and nuzzled down among the fine blonde hairs of her sex. She was more like his wife than like Germaine, but yet different than either of them. Suzanne had her own charm, and of course his wife was long past the age when she could interest him sexually. He liked his women firm-fleshed and energetic in bed. Even Germaine would soon pass her prime and be of no further interest to him. Germaine was a marvelous sexual companion, but her best years were certainly behind her.

He sniffed at Suzanne's sex. "Delicious," he said, trailing his tongue over the firm mound and fluttering it lightly over her clitoris. His fingers curled around under her buttocks and then moved in front to gently spread the moist lips of her sex. His lips and fingers joined together and massaged the tight little bud above the entrance to her juicy opening.

She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, pushing her sex against his fingers and lips. Then she stepped back.

"Wait, let me put you in form." She dropped to her knees in front of him, opened his jacket, unbuckled his belt, and tugged his trousers and shorts down to his ankles. His penis reared up to meet her fingers. She stroked the shaft with a delicate touch, rubbing her thumb over the head, coaxing the organ into an erection. He gradually became erect, his cock fattening beneath her fingers. She put a hand to her lips and drew off some saliva on her fingertips. She applied the saliva to his penis, slowly massaging the straining organ with a technique that made him shudder with pleasure.

"Ouf! You do that well," he said.

"Yes, it's nice, isn't it?"

"Superb."

He could not wait. He made her rise, and he pulled her legs over him until she straddled his rigid penis. She sighed, rubbing the wet lips of her sex back and forth over his erection. Then she lowered herself onto his cock, taking the first few centimeters with ease. She corkscrewed her body, rotating her hips as his thick penis slipped deeper into her sex. His hands on her buttocks, he guided her body down on top of him.

Her tight wet sex fit him like a glove. That was one reason why he liked his women young -- he liked a firm hot sex, one that gripped his penis and throbbed so that he could feel the internal muscles twitching. Germaine had marvelous control of her internal muscles, and she could grip him delightfully even if in its relaxed state her sex was loose. Suzanne was naturally tight, with narrow hips and a tight channel. He sat back on his swivel chair and allowed her to do the work. She was truly an expert.

Bending her knees, she moved up and down easily, sliding her cunt along the full length of his cock, always careful not to rise high enough to lose the penetration. When she was all the way down, she managed a short corkscrew movement that drove him wild.

His mouth worked on her stiff nipples, tonguing them, squeezing the buds between his lips. He loved the hard pert nipples of young women, as well as their tight cunts. And with this one, he especially delighted in her rear opening. His finger tickled and toyed with the tight little orifice as she moved up and down on his penis. When he slipped his finger deep inside her anus, he could feel the excitement run through her lovely body.

Her breasts heaved and her hips rotated more quickly on his cock. She moaned, pulling her thighs tight, murmuring with pleasure. He pushed his finger further inside her anus until he could feel his cock through the thin wall separating the two channels. He had an urge to take her there, but there was no time. He had a dinner engagement in an hour, and it was imperative that he leave the office.

Suzanne moved up and down with more vigor now, approaching her climax. Albert allowed her to have it without coming himself. He wanted to come in her mouth, empty himself between her pretty red lips.

She cried out as she came, and he thrust his penis upward as he jammed his finger deep inside her rear opening. He could feel her insides twitching, spasms in both channels.

After the last throb had left her, the spasm of her orgasm spent, he helped her dismount and then pushed her down between his legs. "Your mouth," he said with urgency. "Give me your mouth."

She quickly took his penis between her lips and began sucking him. Her tongue rubbed the underside of the shaft, swirling over the head. Then she took him more deeply, and he could feel the soft touch of her throat against the tip of his organ. At that moment he erupted, his sperm gushing inside her mouth, his hands holding her head as he emptied his balls.

* * *

Albert was not only Germaine's employer and lover, he was also her mentor in amorous attitudes. He was a man of complicated sexuality, the man who taught her that in physical love the refinements are most conducive to maximum pleasure. When they dined together, if circumstance permitted it, he liked her to sit beside him in a booth and fondle him beneath the table cloth. Germaine, as well, found these surreptitious caresses exciting, her pulse quickened by a suspicion that perhaps the waiters or other patrons realized their game.

One evening, only a few hours after a rather vigorous afternoon with Lucien, Germaine found herself dining in a restaurant with Albert. He had telephoned at the last moment and insisted she have dinner with him, and unwilling to cause him an annoyance, Germaine had agreed. She was not certain she could cope with Albert this evening, since Lucien had succeeded in exhausting her, but she thought if she refused his invitation, Albert would not only be annoyed but also suspicious she had another lover.

So now they sat in a booth in a restaurant near the Louvre, sipping their champagne, dipping into their salad, chatting, and all the while, under the table cloth, Germaine had her left hand in Albert's lap and her fingers pinching and stroking his penis through his trousers.

"Are you despondent?" Albert asked.

Germaine shrugged. "A bit harried at the office."

"Ah. I was concerned my dinner invitation might find you indisposed."

"Darling Albert, for you I'm never indisposed."

Yes, it was true. In the dozen years she had been his mistress, she had never refused him when he wanted her. She wondered if he remembered all the occasions when other women might have pleaded they were hors de combat.

As if answering her thought, he said: "Valmont may be leaving us."

"Really?" Valmont was the editor-in-chief and Germaine's direct superior.

"He may move to *L'Express*. Do you think you could handle his job?"

"Yes!" She said it without thinking, uncertain whether it was true, but nevertheless if there was a chance...

"All right, we'll see. I can't promise anything at the moment, of course. The directors will need to be satisfied. But we shall see."

Germaine felt a great excitement. The idea that she might be promoted to editor-in-chief of the newspaper thrilled her. She would be the first woman in Paris to have such a post. A great coup, certainly. The possibility was delicious. If it happened, she would certainly thank Albert appropriately with a night he would long remember. She felt a bit guilty now as she remembered Lucien, her young lover. If Albert discovered her affair with Lucien... No, she would not think about that. She devoted all her attention to Albert, particularly to the thickening organ she felt beneath her fingers. She traced the outline of the knob, and then the length of the shaft. Sliding her hand down further between his thighs, she probed the warmth of his large balls. The waiter arrived. The salad plates were removed, the main course was placed before them. With perfect aplomb, Germaine kept her hand on Albert's balls.

After the waiter left, Albert chuckled. "I think he knows."

"Shall I remove my hand?"

"Definitely not."

"I'll unzip you."

"They'll have us thrown out on the sidewalk."

"I don't care."

She found the tab of his zipper, and she deftly pulled it all the way down. Her fingers quickly slipped into to his trousers to bring out his erection.

"Like the trunk of an elephant," Germaine said.

"You exaggerate."

"Darling, you have the most marvelous prick in Paris."

"You exaggerate and you're a liar."

Later, in the taxi, she extracted his penis again, and under cover of his coat she began a skillful masturbation of his organ.

"Do you want to come, darling?"

"No, definitely not. I'm going to have you in your bed. On your knees, my pet, with my belly pressed against your lovely bottom."

Germaine's anus was quite sore from her earlier bout with Lucien, and she did not relish the prospect of Albert ravishing the same channel that Lucien had visited twice in two hours. She hoped she could find some way to divert Albert's attentions elsewhere. Now she dipped her head to briefly take the head of his penis in her mouth. Albert allowed the caress for only a brief moment before urging her to cease. "No, no," he whispered. "Not here in the taxi."