The Girl from Ipanema

After savoring long moments of her tantalizing mouth, I went back to her pussy to return the pleasure. She was slippery wet, her juice sliding into her crack where I licked it up. I softly pulled her labia with my teeth and lips, marveling at the oyster-like texture. My tongue probed and tasted everywhere. My fingers memorized the slick smooth texture of the walls of her vagina. I could not get enough of this woman. I wanted to wallow in her pussy, crawl inside her body, and bath in her juice.

My cock was now rigid and I wanted Gabriella again. I had never done it three times in a day, let alone in one night, but there was my hard cock in all its glory. Then I remembered that I didn't have any more condoms. Before I could ponder that dilemma, Gabriella released my cock from her mouth and pulled me toward her for a kiss. I could taste a little of me on her lips and I know that my face was covered in her sweet wetness. She seemed to want to wallow in our juices as much as I. And she wanted to fuck me again. Now! Cumming was a new and wonderful delight that she could not wait to repeat.

She moved to the center of the bed and spread her thighs wide as she guided my hard-on to her opening. Condom be damned I thought. I let her rub the crown in her furrow and around her clit to get it moist and then lowered my hips into her. With the shower and the lapse of an hour, we had to very carefully work my rod inside her. I grabbed her hips, extending my fingers back to her crack as I enjoyed the exquisite sensation of her cunt without the rubber this time. I raised her feet to my shoulders. And then she welcomed me deeply inside her. She was totally open to me and we watched, almost with reverence, as my cock, slick with her juices, glided in and out of her.

My cock was on fire. Like I could fuck forever and never have to cum. Hard as steel yet so sensitive to every ridge and nuance of her grasping cunt. Each thrust just like the exquisite sensation of the first. Thrusting slowly or fast, no threat of losing control of my orgasm. I could come when I wanted to and not a second before. It seemed that my cock, for the first time, intuitively recognized the intense emotional elation I experienced inside a woman who gave up all inhibition and opened far more than just her pussy to me.

Now we knew how to move with each other and to trust that I could wait as long as necessary. I wanted to be so deep inside her, to go in one end and come out her other. I started on top with maximum penetration, and then moved her on top. Gabriella moved awkwardly at first, but then got the hang of angling my cock just where it would give her clit the most stimulation. She rode me hard, emitting little squeals on each down stroke. I could easily touch and twist her delicious nipples. I gripped her hips and slid a saliva-moistened finger back to carefully penetrate two knuckles into her rosebud. Then, in a frenzy, she had a small orgasm. I was not close.

I kissed her gently as she calmed down from her orgasm. I rolled her off me and pulled her to her hands and knees. Again I did not know whether she had done this before but she soon took to it, spreading her knees and ramming her ass back at me. The vision of her perfect ass spread wide as my cock went in and out, the inner lips clasping my cock with each out stroke as though her pussy did not want to give it up, will always be with me. I could see her rosebud clearly. Alternating my fingers from her clit to her tits, and then working the same finger of the other hand slowly and carefully into her ass. I was in heaven.

Neither of us wanted it to stop. It was as though I was nothing but a giant cock, and she nothing but a warm, wet cunt. I didn't know where I ended and she began. She totally possessed me and I totally possessed her. To be inside her was to be a part of her. It became what I came to recognize later in life as a Transcendental Fuck – a precious and rare event that only comes along a few times in life. The uniting of a man and a woman. The perfect embodiment of love through sex.

It was during this coupling that I answered my questions – this was indeed love, no matter how brief the moment.

After what was easily our longest fuck of the night Gabriella began to tire. I rolled her onto her back and slid my cock once more into her cunt, swimming with her juice. She wrapped her legs around mine and we regained the position that had produced her powerful first orgasm. My sweat dripped onto her face as she climbed up my cock, all her muscles straining. I heard her telltale "Oui" and I began to increase my speed to catch her.

"Ah- Caw" rang out with each stroke, as Gabriella went over the edge.

I was not long behind her, erupting the rest of my brain and most of my bone marrow into her magical cunt with a roar.

That was unquestionably the best fuck of my young life. We grasped each other tightly as our hearts raced. She was covered in my sweat and her own. As I rolled to my side I took care to keep my cock inside her, soaking in our juices.

I licked the sweat off of her upper lip, and whispered "Je t'adore (I adore you), Gabriella." She nodded and buried her face in my neck.

In the next two hours we made love twice more. It was slow languorous lovemaking instead of the passionate fucking of our first three encounters. She didn't want me to leave, and I didn't want the night to end. I cannot today explain how I got it up 5 times that night, a feat never to be repeated.

I do recall the fourth time was from the excitement of her licking and sucking my prick, covered with our juice. And I also recall that I sucked her pussy after filling it with my cum. Not really my favorite thing, but with her, a statement of endearment and adoration.

The fifth time my cock demonstrated a mind of his own. We started by stuffing my softie into her lubricious, cum-filled cunt, just to resume our connection. The friction on my cock began to tell as I stiffened inside her and began once again to surge into her depths. I guess my dick realized that he would never get another opportunity to be inside Gabriella.

She came three times more during our last two couplings but I was afraid I would not be able to come that fifth time. I did but I doubt anything came out. I had nothing left.

Dawn was breaking when I withdrew from her the last time. I had a plane to catch at 8:30 am and she had a job to attend. As I dressed, she lay naked on the soaked sheets watching me with tears in her eyes. The magical night was over. Finished dressing, I pulled her to her feet to kiss her and squeeze the breath out of her. I kissed away her tears but words could not express my emotions then, knowing I would never see her again. But instead of a sense of ineffable loss, I felt a gratitude that life had granted me this night. I felt the exhilaration of a love gained, not lost.

We walked to her door which I held open as I crushed her naked body to mine.

"Je t'adore, Gabriella," I said into her mouth.

"Je t'adore. Duke."

I turned to walk to the elevator in the deserted hallway and opened the gate when it arrived. I turned to wave to her standing in her doorway, but Gabriella wedged her door open and ran naked to the elevator for a final embrace.

As she stepped back from the gate, I reached out my fingers to her pussy, drawing some of our juice still seeping out of her. I raised my moist fingers to my lips as I looked into her eyes,

"Je t'aime Gabriella, Je t'aime toujours (I will love you always)." And I did.

She put the palm of her hand under her pussy, and spread our moisture over her mouth with a smile,

"Je t'aime, Duke. Toujours. Merci." And Gabriella was gone. Forever.

Out on the sidewalk, amid the sounds of an awakening city, I suddenly flashed on Freddie, the ardent suitor in "My Fair Lady", who walked the floating pavement beneath her window while Eliza sang:

I could have danced all night,
I could have danced all night,
And, still, have begged for more.

I now knew what Eliza meant. It had been the most wonderful night of my life. Gabriella and I had discovered things about ourselves that we didn't know before – a brilliance that was blinding, an orgasm that was deafening. It would take months, and even years, before I fully learned the lessons of that night, but I never looked at a woman quite the same way again. In the dark months ahead, I often thought of Gabriella and resolved to make what she had shown me a central part of my life.