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The Eternal Youth 2
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I dashed off the second chapter this afternoon. Here goes.
The Eternal Youth -- the Sequel. By Drow Elf. <Chapter 2>
She saw the glint of lust in my eyes and smiled. I reached
down for her arms and raised her up, with one hand on her inner
thigh, the other around her back, cradling her in my arms.
"You're light as a feather," I said. She drew her legs up,
placing her knees against my bare chest. She looked vulnerable,
dependent, and all mine...for the evening or as long as I wanted
her.
I turned around in a circle, holding her tightly in my arms.
She swooned, "ohhh!" and placed her arms around my neck for
safety. "I want to tell you something," she said, placing her
face next to mine, whispering into my ear, her breath hot and
warm; I heard her lick her lips, I heard her inhale, exhale. I
felt her chin on my face. She said: "I liked the taste of your
cock, so much like sweet British cream and sooo nice!"
That was enough. I turned to her own ear and whispered
obscenely, "I'm going to fuck you now!" She moaned, "mmmm-humm,
that's what I need!" as I laid her down on the ragged mattress,
which I considered wholly inadequate for the occasion--but I
was in no mood to do anything but tolerate it. I laid her on
her back, grabbed her ankles and placed them on my shoulders.
Her bare feet wiggled by my head as her naked arms spread across
the mattress. Her firm, erect nipples were firm and erect.
I wanted to see her face in passionate ecstasy. I am
somewhat of an artist...or perhaps a gourmet. I placed my index
finger on her labia, touching Sabrina's sex for the first time.
I thrilled to the sensation of touching her there, knowing that I
had attained the power that I had wanted since I first saw her
standing in the street. It was the power to send my own commands
directly, physically into her brain, to override all her own
thoughts and anxieties, replacing them with my personal, sexual
impulse, which cannot be ignored or denied; her body would feel
it, she would rise with delirious, heavenly pleasure. She would
see what I saw, she would feel what I felt.
My finger travelled inward, to her pussy, feeling the
wetness, the heat. I rubbed her clit lightly, watching her lips
part in pleasure. My finger rubbed around the entrance, the
loose skin, finding the hole and entering, rubbing against the
slick hot inner flesh, daring to go deeper, but slowly. I
removed my finger and laid on top of her, letting my cock dangle
at her pussy. A thought occurred which pleased me: this was how
animals did it, since they didn't have hands to guide it in. I
pressed again and again, spearing her groin with my sex, until I
felt, ah! sweet success! as my cock found her hot, wet, warm
pussy and slid easily inside. Sabrina gasped, "Oh yesss, my
handsome British soldier! Fuck me, fuck me!! Slide your hot cock
into my pussy!" I pushed into her, deeper, deeper. I withdrew,
then filled her completely. She thrashed upon the bed and
screamed out loud:
" OHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!"
My cock slid in and out as I began that old familiar rhythm.
I thought: in my 75 years of existence upon this Earth, how many
whores had I fucked, how many virgins deflowered, how many young
inheritresses filled with my manhood? I had stolen my pleasures
from the hands of Time with my unfading good looks. I shall
always be young! Always! Women and men will always want me! I
felt a sense of exaltation and power.
Her pussy felt moist, loose, warm. I watched her face flush
bright red, I stared at her gleaming eyes which were looking not
at me, but at the ceiling, blinking rapidly, rolling in ecstasy
as I pumped in and out, my hips slapping loudly against her upper
legs and lower buttocks, leaving faint pink marks on her delicate
flesh. I thought vaguely of fucking her in the ass, but my cock
sent strong signals to my brain and I realized I couldn't hold
out much longer. And I knew that I had to be heading back to
headquarters soon. Ah well...let the climax come...
Her love noises, feminine squeals of joy and pleasure, were
joined by my masculine gasps and moans and the slapping,
squishing, sloppy noises of our lovemaking. Suddenly I felt her
orgasm by the spasming of her muscles, the sudden dampness in her
pussy. I let myself go immediately, feeling butterflies in my
stomach, weightlessness in my head as my pumping ceased and my
head arched up, my back straightened, and I came suddenly,
violently, the semen gushing from my rigid sex, flowing like a
river into her body. I felt absorbed by her, a part of
her...briefly...and then the moment passed, and we were separate
people again on a torn mattress in this little ragged room.
She sighed, turned over on the mattress and laid on her
stomach, silent and smiling in post-orgasmic bliss. I gently put
my body over hers, resting my spent, wet cock in the crack of her
buttocks, surrounding her legs with my own, placing my arms on
her shoulders, massaging their tight muscles as I admired her
long, silky black hair which I found infinitely attractive. She
enjoyed my gentle massage and her body became softer, more
pliant. I noticed her legs spreading out, her buttocks rising,
opening for my wet, tumescent cock; I imagined she did it
unconsciously, under the intoxicating influence of my massage.
Only the presence of my legs around hers kept her legs from
spreading out.
She moaned in pleasure as I rubbed her shoulders, my fingers
plying the smooth flesh, unraveling her stiff little muscles.
She turned her head to lay it on the left; then the right.
"Feels so good," she moaned. Her back shivered. My cock was not
stiff, but was not soft. I pressed it against her buttocks, felt
it slide over her dry flesh, leaving a slick trail. I knew I
didn't have time to take her ass. I'd have to make an excuse,
then get up, pay her and leave. She wiggled her buttocks and
purred, "Is it true what they say about British soldiers?" I
pressed down on her again, but played dumb, asking her what she
meant. She giggled. I said, with pretended outrage in my voice,
"Do those infernal Yanks say that we like to brown our ladies?"
She nodded, smiling. I chuckled: the little imp, she must have
read my mind! Or perhaps she read my cock, which I realized had
probably advertised my desires by its predatory motions around
her posterior.
I hated to say it: "Sorry lass, but you may never find out
the truth of that rumor. I must leave. Duty calls, you know."
I regretted seeming so abrupt and regretted saying the word
"never," particularly. I immediately realized I wanted to see
this hot little tart again--soon. But I didn't clarify what I
said. I got up to my feet.
She turned to look at me. She was disappointed and
surprised. "Wait just a minute, Brit...didn't you enjoy it?" she
asked, insecure, doubting for a moment. The incredulous look on
my face answered her question. I grinned and joked, "You were
the best I've had in, oh, at least a week or two..." She reached
out her foot and kicked at my rear; I moved away in time.
"Oh..." she sighed, "if you say you must leave...even though
I wish you would stay and play with me some more..." her fingers
rubbed her left breast, "But please, oh please come back to
little Sabrina next time you want a woman." I picked up my
pants. "That I shall, Sabrina." I fumbled through my money
purse, found enough shillings to make a half-pound. I said,
"I'll come back soon. You can count on it. Now count this!" I
tossed the shillings on her waist. Coins tinkled across her
hips, onto the mattress, her legs, her groin, her chest. Another
woman might have been insulted, but Sabrina took it all in fun
exactly as I intended it. And she did count the coins.
I quickly slipped into my clothes, knowing I would look
disheveled when I left the house, but trusting on the dim light
of the early evening to cover me. As I headed for the door,
Sabrina called after me. "You will be back," she said, pleading,
"won't you?" I smiled, enjoying the look on her face. I waited,
as if deliberating the matter. After an unbearable pause, I
confessed, "I can't resist a lass who likes it up the ass!"
I saw the glint in her eyes: I had confirmed the rumor. So
much the better, I thought. She would know what to expect next
time. Maybe in the meantime she could practice with a
candlestick or some such object to prepare her other orifice for
a new function. I opened the door and stepped out of the house,
tipping my hat at the minister and his wife walking on the other
side of the street.
.....................................<to be continued>...........
The plot thickens...
drow elf
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