Madame Couer-Brulant - The Cousins,volume II

“That just fine, friend Michael. Now, give me your strong arm, and let's walk.”

“Company! March,” Michael exclaimed happily. The adventure began to intrigue him more and more.

Soon they entered one of those long driveways, bordered by giant elm trees, which led to a Louis XIII castle, modernized, with fountains, waterfowl, exotic trees… needless to repeat ourselves, dear reader, it is obvious that the couple had arrived at Charmettes.

“What a beautiful mansion,” Michael exclaimed. “How happy you must be to live here!”

“This is not my home,” Julia quickly answered, “it belongs to a friend of mine who is on a vacation, and who has asked me to stay here a while.”

“Before I enter,” Michael said, “you must promise me to visit me in my atelier.”

“I would love that.”

The carriage which had brought Julia and her newfound lover had now taken Florentine to the home on the Boulevard St. Michel. The servants had strict orders to treat Julia as if she were the Lady of the Manor.

Dinner was ready to be served, and both Julia and Michael were hungry from the long trip. They talked about poetry, art, some of the artists were praised to heaven, and others were cast in the depth of hell.

Dinner was over and Julia arose. Michael, too, got up, and Julia said to him, “Why don't you lie down on the couch and make yourself comfortable?”

Curious, he did as he was told. He stretched out on his back, pillowing his head on his arm, watching her feline movements. She slowly removed her dress, carelessly dropping it on the floor. Next came her bodice, her chemise, and finally she was draped only in a thin, gauze garment. Michael caught his breath at the provocative sensuality that radiated from his Madcap. He could clearly discern the sumptuous, proud, jutting globes of her breasts, the dark coral aureoles and, in their sweet centers, crinkly ripely developed nipples. The filmy, thin garment clung to her hips, buttocks and upper thighs like a second skin. She turned slightly to one side and his eyes glistened at the sight of those two tightly set, upstanding and rounded, resilient bottom cheeks. She slowly removed her shoes and stockings. Her buttocks quivered and contracted in a way that showed the ambery, shadowy succulence of their separation. For the moment, she stood with her back to him, then her hands reached back to the bandeau which fastened the garment. It fluttered to the floor and she turned slowly to face him. Her breasts surged out, rising and falling very quickly. The satiny skin was flawless, velvety smooth, and her naked nipples were larger than he had first supposed them, partially hardened because of her erotic excitement.

The curving goblet of her belly was kissed deeply and widely by the umbilical niche, and then came the thick, curly raven-black triangle of fleece which covered the appetizingly plump, soft pink lips of her delicious Venus mound. She moved slowly toward him, asking demurely, “Do I please you, Michael?”

“All you have to do is use your eyes for an answer, my darling Madcap,” he answered hoarsely. Julia's eyes glinted, because his cock was thrusting out with ferocious obstinacy. The turgid, dark-blue veins surged against the taut skin of his shaft.

“My goodness, I guess I do at that,” she murmured. She knelt down before him and her lips grazed the huge pink-skinned knob. He felt her bestow a series of rapid little kisses all over it, and his enormous weapon tilted up higher so that she had to lift her head to follow it. He cupped her flushed, warm cheeks with his hands, watching her intently. A tremendous excitement flowed through his body when he watched this beautiful woman perform her oral admiration on his prick.

He whispered, “Enough, my darling… I… I… can't hold it much longer.”

She smiled. “Can we do it this way?”

“You mean with you on top? Recommended for lazy lovers. Dear Madcap, I am completely in your powers. You are the mistress of ceremonies in your own home. Go ahead… you lead, and I will follow.”

Julia knelt on the couch, moving slowly over his accommodating thighs. She reached down her left hand to his tool, taking hold of the middle of the pulsating shaft. With thumb and forefinger of her other hand she slowly parted the soft, fleshy lips of her slit. Then, very slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered herself upon Michael's throbbing, impaling prick. He closed his eyes, shuddering with delight as he felt the tight, hot clamp of her love shaft cover his wildly throbbing organ. He hoped fervently that he would be able to hold himself in, because he did not want to spoil this wonderful experience by coming right now.

“Aaah… little Madcap… that is wonderful. Oh, you gorgeous little miracle… now that you have it all inside you, come down here where I can hold onto you. I want to show you that we are fully matched.”

Michael was housed to the hilt inside Julia's tight, hot quim. Their pubic hairs merged in an exquisitely exciting friction. Slowly Julia sank down over Michael's broad chest, her ripe juicy breasts mashing against his swelling muscles, locking her velvety smooth arms under his powerful shoulders, fusing her avid, warm and moist mouth to his. His hands gripped her full buttocks, squeezing her tightly. Experimentally, slowly, Julia arched herself a little and Michael felt his cock retreat from its delicious, warm haven. Then, with a little gasp of ecstasy, she returned all of him to her bower.

Michael took a deep breath, and then he began to join his rhythm to that of his newfound mistress. The naked beauty on top of him began to wriggle, undulate and squirm. She arched herself, only to sink back down on him with ever-quickening movements. His rigid ramrod burrowed savagely into the convulsing channel behind her moistening quim.

Michael began to pant. He could feel the wild spasms of his little Madcap. His fingers dug deeper into the satiny bottom globes, regulating her movements now, guessing from the weavings and contractions of her voluptuous bare backside the precise tempo of her self-impalement.

“Give… my darling Madcap… give,” he almost shouted. “Don't worry about my keeping up with you. I am ready anytime… yes… now, now! Aaah!!!”

He felt the torrential, explosive power in his loins break past his power of self-control while, at the same moment, Julia, her eyes rolling, humid and glazed, uttered hoarse and wordless cries of incredible rapture. She ground herself against him, her nails dug hard in his back as his fingers kneaded her buttocks. The quake seized them both and nearly threw them to the floor. Entwined, mouth crushing against mouth and tongues slithering together, they lay motionless together for an eternity. Only the faint sound of tiny, sobbing breaths escaped them.

Finally they got up. Julia, threw a huge Persian scarf around her shoulders, which covered her completely. Michael began to put on his clothes.

“Who you are, my dearest Madcap, I do not know. I do know that I have just felt within my grasp the heavenly moments I have always waited for. You do not have to tell me, ever if you don't want to, what your name is. What could a name tell me that I do not know about you already? But please, my dear Madcap, assure me again that I have your solid promise. Will you visit me at my studio? Shall we have breakfast together? And can I say that I hope to see you soon?”

“My dear friend, I always keep my word. I shall see you the day after tomorrow.”

Michael left, his heart filled with song and joy. Julia went to the suite she always occupied when she visited Charmettes. She, too, discovered that her heart was no longer empty. She could barely count the hours till she would be together again with her divine artist.