An Awakening Down-Under

As he moved her now spread open anus and pussy close up into the jet-stream, it hit his balls and cock. He got literally hoisted by his own petard. Crying out, he staggered back two steps and almost dropped her. Sue now howled with laughter. Mark persisted, but even from the forced-back distance, as the water gushed over their close-together cunt, cock and balls, he found it more difficult to bear than Sue. He staggered and wavered, the water sprayed around them. Sue was now more in the grip of fits of laughter than in waves of sexual bliss. When Mark dropped her, she sunk helplessly to the floor. He just managed to turn off the jets before he joined her. They finished up rolling around on the tiles shaking with laughter.

Recovering somewhat, it was Sue's hand that wiped over the spray-covered glass and looked at the mirror. They had forgotten to turn on the fan: The steam from their play had coated the mirror. Pointing at it, Sue laughed: - "This was the end of the show for him." As she towelled herself off, out of sight through the door, she said to Mark: "I think he has seen more than he deserves already."

Sue dropped the towel to the floor and turned into the doorway. She smiled back at Mark, and her look challenged him to watch her! Sue strolled leisurely through the bedroom up to the window. She paused, fronting it in her proud, naked glory for a few seconds to look searchingly across to the white tower. Then she reached for the button-switch to let the curtain glide shut.

Mark had stopped in the bathroom's doorway to watch her. When Sue turned, they faced each other across the expanse of their giant bed. It was her again that broke the silence. She stepped up to the bed and raised one knee on it. Her eyes had not shifted from his. With a smile and calm voice, Sue said: -

"Do you still want me? Want me as much as I have wanted you every second of tonight? You know how I wanted to be wanted, tonight! It's just us now! If you still want me, I'll need proof!"

He hurried to the bed, but Sue was quicker in slithering into its centre and receiving him in an entwining embrace of arms and legs. His hand had somehow landed on her ass and slipped between her thighs. Her mouth was on his, and she moaned that she wanted only him in her tender pussy. His fingers found a hot-slippery welcome and her lifted pelvic urged them in deep.

When her searching hand found Mark wanting, Sue murmured something about 'broken promise'. He told her to be patient with an old man and rescued his fingers. He turned, lay down along her side and resting on his elbow, began kissing and tonguing the velvety inside of her thighs. They spread invitingly, and he started to kiss and caress his way further and further up. His bending-in brought his awakening cock closer and closer to Sue's willing mouth.

Soon her hand, lips and tongue had as fully aroused his cock as his fingers had found her pussy before. When his thumb slid into her slippery heat, and his tongue found her clit, he could hear the stifled moans from her cock-filled mouth. As her thighs began to twist and shiver, he stopped feasting and with a whimpering cry so did she. Her legs clamped shut and briefly shook and jolted against his face as Sue fought a major-orgasm back into a mini-one.

Mark quickly turned around and hugged her into a comforting cuddle. When he told her - "You are getting good at this. How many like that would you like?" - her teeth snapped playfully for his ear, and she pinched him hard in his side. Breathily she called him a sadist but then declared, giggling, that they were a perfect match: -

"How many are you offering? There are never enough for me?"

And, as her hand on his erection and his fingers on her slippery pussy-lips proved, they were a perfect match again. He had learned what she liked, leaving her the choice. Sue swung her leg over him, straddled him, reached down and lowered herself with a drawn-out sigh of pleasure centimetre by centimetre on his rigid rod. At first, she hunched over Mark and covered his face with quick, little kisses. Then, stammering with interruptions, Sue told him how much she loved to ride him; how much she wanted him to look at her, talk to her, touch her while she fucked him! She wanted him to make love to her face, breasts, ass, clit and drive her crazy. With a burst of laughter, she told him that tonight, she would ride him into the longest, wildest climax he ever had.

While she searched for words, she rhythmically lifted and sunk down on his cock. She was fucking him and he, not wishing to be idle, had begun to glide his fIngertips with nails, up her spread-open crack. It made her yelp, and as he did not stop, she moaned: - "You do love my ass? This is wicked! God, don't stop!". While she kissed him violently, she made him drink her whimpering, quickening breath.

When Sue began to lift from her crouching embrace, Mark's hands fastened on her breasts, and his lips and teeth closed over her nipples. Sucking and biting them none too gently and switching between them, they peaked quickly into their beautiful excited prominence. Sue, forcing her body out of this caress, sat up. As his cock sank in deep, her arms reached back, her hands clasped his knees. She had thrown back her head and lasciviously stretched her breasts with their dark, pointy nipples in the air. Marks hands slid up her sides and cupped and stroked and tortured her nipples. Sexily hoarse, he told her how beautiful her breasts were and how outrageously shameless her nipples were in showing how turned on she was. They were just like her wet, hot pussy! And he was crazy about her. She was the most exciting, sexiest woman to make love to, to kiss and fuck and eat up that he had ever known. She made him deliriously happy by wanting him as much as he wanted her.

When he releases her breasts, Sue moved into an upright stance and began to ride him with deep thrusts and a slow, sensuous turning out of her hips. She looked down at him, her eyes shining and her so kissable lips, moist and half-open. She asked: -

- "Do you like to watch me ride? You know I am a show-off. Does it turn you on? I love to ride you if it does."

Sue had raised her arms over her head to show off her swaying body in a triumphant display. He murmured his assent and ran his hand in admiration over her moving hips, her arching sides and her tensing belly. And then, a finger strayed into her bush and unerringly found her clit. A whimper escaped her. He looked up at her face, and her lips were pressed shut.

Mark withdrew his hand and reached up, his fingers searching and caressing over Sue's neck and hair and face. As his fingers played over her lips, they, as he knew, opened and she hungrily closed her mouth over them. She tongued them, sucked them, covering them in saliva. And then two of the fingers found the cock-filled entrance of her pussy for a deep, repeated sliding-in-and-out caress. With meowing shrieks, Sue bucked against the surprising double intrusion until the now appropriately slippery fingers began to caress her clit.

Sue now rode his straining cock and pressed with ever thrust his fingers hard against her clit, and it drove her wild. She rode bravely and unrelenting, her head thrown back, her face contorted as she moaned and screamed and laughed her lust at the ceiling. Both of them were soon close to coming, but Mark still wanted more and was sure, so did she. He withdrew his hand from her clit and pulled her down into a close huddle.

Cradling her face, he told her he wanted her pussy, wanted to taste her sexy juices. He wanted her to ride both his mouth and cock into the one long climax she had promised. Did she want that? And she moaned, almost cried out: -

"Yes! Mark! ... Eat my cunt! Lick me, tongue me, make me gush! ... and ... God, fuck me! Fuck me and ... God, fuck and eat my pussy up!".

Sue no longer had any preferences, much less any shameful qualms about letting Mark know her sexual hunger. Laughing, she rose upright. As she bent back, his hardness filled her again to the rim and made her body arch in a first surge of climactic bliss.

When Mark's hands reached for Sue's ass, she knew! She lifted off his cock, moved forward, and Mark slipped his face between Sue's wide-open thighs. And then she began, guided by his hands, to ride his mouth and tongue with her- for him so alluringly delectable - cunt right to the edge, if not already well over. Her quivering thighs and shrill, breathless cries told Mark to push her away.

This time he did not give her time to recover from her no longer so mini orgasm. She was deeper into coming then him. He gripped her hips, pulled her down and rammed his cock with a violent upward thrust into her quivering cunt. Sue slumped forward, and her ass strained to draw away from, she feared a too tantalising fucking. But he gripped her buttocks. With his fingers pressing into her crack, Mark fucked her with a prolonged staccato-burst of deep, upwards thrusts, before grabbing her arms and forcing her to sit up.

Sue was now the captive of a non-stoppable orgasm, and Mark held her twisting and arching body, glistening with sweat, upright in his grip. Sue, her head thrown back and shouting to the ceiling bucked and rode them into the ecstatic coming together she had promised. This time she sunk forward, resting pressed against his chest. He felt the hammering of her heart.

After a while, in total silence, Sue went to the bathroom. When he heard the shower, Mark followed. He relieved his bladder and then joined her in the enclosure. He reached out for her, but she gripped his wrists and told him, quite seriously: - "No more touching for us tonight." Nevertheless, as she turned to step out of the cubicle, she playfully pumped him with her bottom. When after a quick wash and towelling he joined her in the bedroom, Sue had been at work.

She had prepared the bed: two pillows side by side and the cover folded back for entry. She turned to Mark and covered her breasts with her hands. With a pretend-shy smile, she said: - "All I would need now for a good night's sleep is my nighty." Then she burst into a giggle. Pointing to the bed, she told him to get in; she would turn out the light. Mark, it had become a habit, obeyed.

Sue, with the light out, did not rush back to the bed or into his arms. Seconds passed, but then there was the swish of the curtains opening. In the moon-light washing in, her silhouette outlined against the window, Mark saw her looking out.

She lay down next to him, and they were not touching. It was this break in mood that made Mark reflect on what had happened to them over the past thirty-six hours. The voice low, he said: -

"You know, Sue, it has been a miracle for me. Something I did not expect; was not prepared for. I have never made love to a woman like you. Over two days, two nights. Always wanting you, more and more!"

Sue lay still and silent next to him. He forced himself to ask her the remaining, for him a critical question but only managed a stammered - "- and you?" She answered him; her voice was low but composed: -

"The last days and nights with you were for me, disturbing, new, magical. I have never loved and been loved like that before. Never knew what I wanted ... how much I wanted it ... never dared to find out. I did not believe that sex for me and with me could be so good, so exhilarating, so exciting. This is how I now want to be loved and make love. What scares me now is that I could so easily fall in love too. And with us, that wouldn't do. Would it?"

With a "Good Night" she turned away from him. It took Mark a while to fall asleep.

Next morning, they packed their things, restored a semblance of order in the apartment but left most for the company's cleaners to put right. As agreed, the keys were left in the letter-box, and Mark and Sue were on the way, up for tasting more than just wine in the Hunter Valley.

Were they on the way to a beginning or to an ending delayed? They did not know.

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