An Awakening Down-Under

Mark kissed Sue's neck and in passing-over murmured in her ear that he would not let her run away from him with her own little climaxes. Then, after kissing her shoulders hard enough to mark her, he ran his tongue, pressing down hard, down her spine. When Mark did not stop at her crack, Sue's sexily twitching buttocks pressed feverishly together in shock. Her response delighted him, and he repeatedly licked her up and down. With every swipe through her twitching crevice, Sue cried out a - "No! God, no!" but it seemed less and less in protest.

Her ass, with every passage of the teasing tongue, lifted higher, pressed harder and her thighs and tempting crack and pussy-slit opened a bit more. Mark's hands had slipped in under. Her luscious pussy, its fleshy lips, glistening and swollen from having been repeatedly fucked already was his to savour with finger and tongue. And he did. Sue's nails dug into the sheet, and her shrill cries urged him on to kiss harder, tongue deeper.

Sue was already deep in the throes of another coming when he pulled away and pushed her, belly down, flat onto the bed. He rammed his cock into her; now he fucked her, no longer holding back, deep, hard, unrelenting, with his body-weight behind every thrust. He roared, and Sue howled in ecstatic lust. With her body violently shaking and twisting, they were both sucked into a maelstrom of orgiastic fulfilment and eventual relief. Almost like seeking shelter, they rushed into a close, comforting embrace. Words failed them and, eventually, they fell asleep.

They slept till mid-morning. Sue made some toast and coffee which they had in bed. Afterwards, finding it again challenging to keep their hands off each other, they just cuddled. Laughing and giggling, they assured each other that after last night, they had no interest in sex anymore. When Sue discovered some untoward stirrings on Mark, she jumped out of bed, dragged him to the bathroom, and threatened to turn a cold jet on him. They, showered, dressed, and then strolled leisurely to the pier where the boat picked them up for their lunch-time harbour-cruise.

It was a warm, beautiful day and the views as they circled the bay and crossed under the bridge amply compensated for the rather indifferent meal. Besides, Mark's eyes were drawn continuously to Sue. To him, she was radiantly beautiful and alluring in her light summer dress. And it was not just his eyes that saw and looked how her body contoured under the dress' light material, especially, when she stood on the railing in the wind. There was something proud, almost triumphant in her smile. But she directed it so totally on him, he felt no jealousy about the other men whose eyes devoured her.

At mid-afternoon, they disembarked on their pier again and walked back the short distance to their apartment-block. Looking-up at the windows, Mark took notice that while the windows were not mirror-glass, they were coated so as not to allow a view of inside during the day. In contrast, the other, white high-rise in direct line of sight to theirs, had fully transparent windows. He looked across and could see the tripod and telescope but no human shape in the, to them, now familiar window.

He said nothing to Sue about his observation. In their apartment, they sat down for a coffee. Afterwards, Mark drove Sue to her mother's place, where she was temporarily staying, to pack up things for her trip to the Hunter. Sue asked him not to park directly in front of the house and to wait in the car. On the way back they shopped for food and champagne for tonight.

The luxurious living room in their apartment adjoined the kitchen through a wide doorway. So far, Sue and Mark, with their interest centred on bed and shower, had barely entered it. Its large wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling window faced the same way as in the bedroom.

After depositing the bought goodies for tonight's feast in the kitchen, Mark stepped into the living room and walked up to the window. Sue had followed and stepped up to his side and into his arm. As they looked out and his hands cupped her boobs, braless under the thin fabric of her dress, she knew. Then Mark moved her body in front. He ran his hands down her side, kissed her long on the neck as they stood centimetres off the glass. In a low voice he suggested to her that, as it was their last night of living like millionaires, they ought to sprawl out and feast tonight in this room as if it were a Roman orgy.

Sue's body responded almost immediately with a sinuous wriggle. Mark's lips were now on her cheek, and one hand had slid over her pubes to press her ass against gainst his growth as he whispered into her ear: -

"I want you to stay in this dress. You are so beautiful and sexy in it. You had a lot of eyes on you, today on the boat. All those other men were jealous. I loved being envied like that."

They went back to the kitchen. Sue wanted to start preparing their meal, but Mark stopped her. Pulling her close, he said there was plenty of time for that: it would not get properly dark outside for quite a while. Now was the time for champagne. First, they toasted each other. Sue emptied her glass with one greedy gulp and quickly refilled. Raising it again, facing Mark, she blushed and proposed her toast: -

"To us and our Roman ... There are only two of us? How can that be a Roman orgy?"

She lowered her glass, pretending disappointment. Mark grinned at her, raised his glass and said: -

"All it needs is a lively imagination. And tonight, I'm the luckiest of men. I'll feast with a ravishing woman in a sexy little dress that shows more than it hides. She put it on for me because she has a lively imagination! One could say, she has a one-track sexy mind."

They emptied their glasses. Sue kept on looking searchingly at Mark as she moved the glasses and bottle out of reach. She got up to stand in front of him and said: - "Yes, but only lately, only with you." Then she hitched up her dress and straddled him to sit on his lap. She kissed him, and her tongue immediately invaded. Sue kissed with shameless abandon, where every thrust of her tongue shouted a - 'Fuck Me!'... 'Do!'. For quite a while, her pussy squirmed and rubbed on Mark's growing bulge. Breaking eventually away from a kiss, Sue giggled. Her tongue found his ear, and she whispered that he was right about her: - "Now, my one-track mind has made me wet my panties! I better take them off for the rest of the day!" With a quick kiss, Sue skipped laughing away.

Eventually, darkness came, and all was set-out for the feast on a large, glass-topped coffee table in the centre of the living-room. It and the divan behind it faced the window like a stage. As Mark had wished, Sue still wore her little dress but had switched from sandals to high-heels. When Sue, swaying hips and ass, entered the room, a "Wow!" escaped Mark. Her legs were sensational, and so was her ass, temptingly rounded and alive under her skimpy dress. It had always seemed rather inconspicuous under the loose clothing she had worn. Sue smiled down on him, pirouetted, and sexily wriggled her ass: -

"Do you like what you see? Is it Roman enough for tonight?"

Mark, sitting on the divan, opened his arms, inviting Sue for an answering kiss. She bent over, and as they kissed, he moved his hands caressingly slowly up the back of her calves, her thighs and her buttocks. As promised, she wore no panties and, as he touched, she open-eyed smiled at him, trying to read his reaction. Mark grinned: -

"You are a show-off: A clever, very naughty and very, very sexy one! And I love all that you want to exhibit. How much more is there?"

Sue, with a sexily low-voiced murmur, just said, - "The night is still young", - and kissed him again. Quite wildly, this time, because his hands on her ass had gripped and spread her cheeks wide open. When she broke free from his embrace and raised herself to full heights in front of him, she was back-lit. Her dress, rendered by the light translucent, temptingly revealed all of her in her sensual beauty.

If anything, their erotic foreplay had in no way dampened their appetite. Sitting, at first, orderly on the divan they hungrily began to eat, toasting each other repeatedly with champagne. With the first hunger sated, they remembered the Romans and began to lounge. Sue decided to be the slave girl that had to slither and slide around in serving her master. It brought, of course, her skimpy garment into unusual disarray. She did not seem to notice. Mark's hand, however, was often near to or on what should have remained hidden.

With no grapes to peel, Sue concentrated on the shrimps. Kneeling next to Mark, she cracked their shell with her teeth, pulled out their sweet flesh with her teeth and offered the morsel to be shared or kissed off her lips. Every time her lips closed temptingly to his, his hands got busy.

As Sue knelt, it was easy for Mark to slide his fingers up her thighs to make her arch and moan through her closed lips as his fingers found and pushed into her slippery-hot nether-lips. Or he stroked up her side to caress her breast. This raised her dress as his hand slid up and so unpeeled half her body to sight, for whoever may have chosen to look. The prospect made Sue shiver, and every movement of her body made her excited state of arousal visible. However, it was her mouth and tongue, the grip of her pussy on his fingers, and an occasional burst of silent laughter - as if she meant to shout: - 'Look at us!' - that assured Mark that she was his, only his!

Their throats were dry from lust, and there was no more champagne on the table. They got up, she with a suggestive smile straightening out her dress, sliding her hands sinuously down her body as she faced the window. Gathering the plates and cutlery, they went to the kitchen and then returned with a bottle of champagne. After they had refilled their glasses and slackened their thirst, Mark asked her directly what she wanted from the rest of their night. They sat next to each other. Now he reached for her and spread her back on the divan. Her dress slid up, exposing her dark triangle.

He put his hand sheltering over her pubes and said: -

"You are the most delicious, sexiest woman I have ever known and, if your friend is lucky, he'll ever see. What are we going to do next? What are we going to leave for later, for the bedroom? Do you want us to fuck, want me to eat your pussy now? Or do you want to make love to my cock first? You have not even touched it yet. Don't you like my cock the way I love your pussy?"

Sue burst out laughing, wrestled herself free and slid down on the floor to kneel before him. She reached for her glass, toasted him, took a sip, looked up at him and whispered: -

"I'll show you how much I love your cock! Just don't dare to come. Not yet. Not for a long, long time!"

She stripped him, making a show of her unhurried deliberation. First, the shoes, then the socks, each one was thrown over her shoulder into the room. Then reaching up she unbuckled his belt, ceremoniously unzipped his trousers and jerked them down centimetre by centimetre. They also were thrown back on the floor. Sue smiled approvingly up at him, nodding to the tent in his boxers, as she reached out to reveal its pole. Moving sideways so as not to block the view on Mark's impressive manhood, she started her ministration.

Sue's hands, lips, tongue began their play with his cock, and then her mouth closed over it to let it slid in deeper and ever deeper. And her teeth threatened sweet torture. After minutes Sue stopped. Her face flushed, catching her breath, she looked up and whispered: -

"You owe me now, you'll pay me later. Can't wait! God, sucking your cock makes my pussy tingle!"

She stood up, reached down and pulled her dress up over her head in one, almost violent move and threw it over her shoulder. Her arms raised, beautiful naked now, she stretched as if newly liberated from her bonds. Then she threw herself on Mark for a long, wild kiss, before she slithered snake-like down his body to fasten her mouth again on his rampant cock.

If he did not stop her, he would come. Sue's hungry mouth on his cock was so unlike the lips of the sweet slave-girl of before. Mark struggled to get away, but Sue would not allow his escape. Her nails dug into his buttocks as her mouth took his cock deeper and harder. He had to grab her hair and pull her off, shouting at her - " Please ... Stop! ... Stop sucking me like this!" Mark had absolutely forgotten about the window, stood up and ripped off his shirt. Sue, all at play, cowered at Master's feet. And he bent down, jerked her upright and picked her up like a disobedient child. For a moment, her weight made him stagger, but he steadied. Hoarse with lust, he croaked: -

"Just you wait! Now you'll get yours, you devil!"

When Mark turned to carry her to the bedroom, Sue protestingly sunk her teeth and nails into his shoulder. He knew he was not being punished.

As she was carried through the bedroom's doorway, Sue's searching fingers found the switch and light flooded the room. Her face was high-coloured with wild excitement. She had twisted her body so that her lips could fasten on his. Sue's tongue with a moan sunk deep into his mouth. Mark staggered blinded to the bed and threw her down. As he bent over her, her legs shot up and locked around his hips. Sue, pressing against his rock-hard erection, almost whimpering, asked: -

"Are you going to fuck me or eat me? What first? God! I want both! Mark! Fuck me, eat me! Don't make me wait!"

Her twisting had drawn his cock into her cunt to make her cry out another - "Yes! ... Yes! ... Fuck me!" The vice-like grip of her legs restricted him in withdrawing, in sliding in and out in teasing play. She had locked him in, and every jerking attempt at a thrust made her cry out. She felt penetrated to the ultimate depth of her cunt. When her body started to shiver, she whimpered: - " No! ... Mark! ... Not yet! ... God, not yet!". Sue's voice broke as she released him. She pushed him away and scrambled onto the middle of the enormous bed.

With her head at the foot-end, Sue, voluptuously shivering stretched out with her face turned to the window. Her thighs temptingly open offered him the lusciously fucked-pink of her pussy. Sue was waiting: This time her cunt for his tongue, her mouth for his cock. Mark swiftly moved his body close to her. As he sunk his mouth between her pussy's opening lips, he pulled her over him. Knowing what possessed her imagination, he did not want to hide her beauty under his body.

From past experience, Mark knew how favourable this position of 69 would be for her. Sue had revealed herself as a lasciviously, playful woman. Her luscious pussy and yearning clit would no longer just be there for him to do with as he pleased. Being on top would free her to move; free her to press down on his tongue when she wanted it to sink in deep. She could lift-off high whenever she was close to coming and allow him the thrill to see the excitation in her pulsating cunt. Most importantly, Sue could lift to gyrate her clit over the tip of his tongue, tempting it to twirl open the fleshy petal and rob her of her breath. Being on top, she was the mistress of her pleasures.

And Mark knew by now that Sue would not disappoint. In the beginning, he gripped her buttocks to guide her pussy through all the pleasuring possibilities the - he assumed - new for her position provided. Mark quickly found out that Sue wanted to move on her own. She resisted shifting when she wanted his lips and tongue to continue their magic. And her ass started to press in protest against his hands whenever she momentarily wished to escape the deep-probing of his tongue or wanted it to shift to torture her clit. So, Mark released his grip on her buttocks. Instead, he caressed all over her body, while her pussy began to make love to his captive lips and tongue, just the way it wanted.

In the beginning, Sue's attention was somewhat distracted from properly loving Mark's cock. Her hands, lips and tongue had only foreplay-like, with an eye to the window, fondled her lover's rampant erection. But then, rather quickly, all seemed to change for her. Her face sunk into Mark's groin and she almost screamed out a long drawn out whimper, and her hand clamped on his cock. She was fired-up by the salacious inventiveness of her pussy. Sue sank her mouth onto Mark's throbbing cock, taking it in, deeper and deeper, for a more and more intensive suck. Eventually, she brought him close to coming.

When she lifted her pussy again in search of Mark's teasing tip of his tongue on her clit, he gripped her buttocks hard. He pulled her pussy onto his mouth, closing his teeth over the fleshy petals of her clit. As his tongue began to twirl and search her out, Sue's body began to writhe on his, her boobs and nipples rubbing over his belly. Crying out, she released his throbbing cock, threw back her head, and her fingers clawed the sheet. With a long drawn outcry into the room, Sue began to climax. Mark now gripped her frantically twitching buttocks hard, while his mouth continued to suck in and bite on her clit until Sue, uncontrollably shivering, whimpered: - "Please! ... Please, Mark. ... Stop, I'm dying!"

Mark turned to lay down next to Sue. She was stretched out on her back, breathing as heavily as him. The streaks of his semen were on her face and her breast. She looked steadily at him as her hand begun to rub it slowly onto her skin. Then a grin played over her face, strange yet beautiful redrawn in the turmoil of her just spent lust. With a voice still sexily hoarse from her love-song, Sue said: -

"It's your fault. You made me scream. Now it's wasted. I wanted to taste you so much, the way you always taste me."

She cuddled up close, and their lips found each other in a long, now tasting of each other kiss. When she broke away, she whispered: -

"God, I don't want this to stop, but we'll tear each other apart. We need to calm down. Let's have a shower."

Under the soothing warmth of the water streaming down on them, they continued to kiss and touch and wash each other. Sue, when Mark's hand began to wash her pussy, complained that she was, like never before in her life getting very tender. But then, Sue drew him close and locked his hand between her thighs. She moaned in his ear: -

"But, I still want your cock, your tongue, your fingers in my tender pussy! Again and again! Am I a slut?"

Mark assured her that she was a hot-blooded, exciting, beautiful woman, and how much he loved her slutty ways. He could not get enough of her either, however sore his cock got.

In looking over her shoulder into the large mirror on the opposite wall over the dual basins, he could not only see himself and Sue embraced in the glass enclosure of the shower but through the bathroom's open door the bedroom and its window. If the spectator across was still behind his scope, they were in mirror-reflected view. Mark turned Sue to face the mirror. As he let his hand slowly glide down over her breasts and belly and pubes, he told her.

Her body stiffened in momentary shock, but when Mark turned the jets on fully, she burst out laughing and moved into his embrace. She murmured - "Dare you". And for long minutes, Sue squirmed under his hands as he forced her into the streams of water. As it gushed over her breasts, her sexy dark nipples perked in excitement. Next, only briefly, still embracing her from behind and bending her back, he turned Sue's triangle into the path of a lower jet. She remembered what he had done, and she mewed in expectation. Mark, however, had changed his mind and murmured into her ear a cryptic: - "Just you wait, you naughty one."

He turned her around to let the water jet break over her bottom. When he grabbed her buttocks, pressed them together and moved her cleft up and done in the jet stream, she cried out in surprise and bit into his shoulders. He moved her, tiny step by tiny step closer to the wall and jet, with each move increasing the intensity of pressure. Then he suddenly spread her cheeks, and the hot gush hit her anus and pussy with an invasive power that made Sue howl and convulse in his arms. He reached down under her thighs and lifted her, pressing her crotch against his cock. Sue's arms closed around his neck and her legs around his hips.