Harriet Daimler - Darling

His strong body pulled her hips against his and he slapped their bellies together, moving primordially, letting her have it all and give it all. His prick was swollen with love within her, and he ponderously, insanely vibrated it in her flowing cunt. She bent her knees and grasped his middle body with her legs, locking her ankles together and firmly attaching him to her. Their bodies rocked in the curve of a demented human cradle. His vital flesh was rubbing ponderously against the small stiff source of her sensation. With each long contact, a turmoil of ecstasy sped through her body. Then he quickened his motion until the two of them palpitated, bodies sucking in and out, and came.

He fell emptied at her side as she lay breathing deeply and staring at the sky. The tears had again gathered and they were pocketed in the corners of her eyes. He lit two cigarettes and handed one to her. They still did not speak, but inhaled the cigarettes deeply, remembering the life apart from their bodies. She turned on her side to him and kissed his hair and mouth and neck and throbbing heart. She could only thank him without words.

Staring down at his motionless body, she felt the passion rise within her once again. But this time, he offered his inert form to her.

She unbuttoned his light summer shirt and lifted it from his heavy arms. He was naked under the shirt, and his chest skin was soft and tight against his ribs. She quickly pulled his trousers till they were slipped in one movement off his body. He lay naked, white as a pumice stone in the night' s sun. She sat cross- legged beside him and bent her head as if in prayer. She caught his stiff young rod in her mouth and bowed her head to it until her forehead brushed his pubic hairs. She gluttonously sucked him, reveling in her possession. He shuddered his excitement, and, beneath her head, his hips jumped. Her mouth was as ruthless as his had been. She tongued the smooth, tight- skinned shaft and fingered the heavy potent sacs beneath. He crushed her head against his middle and twisted with a fury that begged for more. The cock pressed the back of her palate and she released her hands to let them wander over his flatly muscled chest. Her hair spread and blanketed his loins and finally her mouth wandered, tasting his thighs and stomach and the delicate stretch of flesh that bridged his virility to his midriff.

His rod pointed to the moon and now he did not touch her, as she had not touched him before. He moved to turn her onto her back, but she motioned " No" to him. Wordlessly, she lifted her hips and lowered herself squarely onto his upraised prick. He impaled her with a wet sucking sound. She sat high on him and pressed violently, rooted to him and the earth beneath them.

In her excitement, she could not rotate with the smooth flawless thrusts he had inflicted upon her. Her movements were erratic, like a maddened woman grasped with frenzied religion. She pumped clumsily and rode his prick till the waves of heat in her groin made her unconscious of her motion. She felt herself reaching her climax too soon. It was always too soon, but now she wanted to delay it for eternity. She sat back on him, but the involuntary spasms had begun and they traveled to her clitoris and exhausted themselves there. Her hidden insides drummed and palpitated on his indestructible erection. She gasped with delirium and suddenly felt remote and separate, sitting distant and untouched on his hips.

With the unerring communication of love, he lowered her torso to his chest, and she rested against his cool skin. He turned her skillfully onto her back and was on her with his unspent vigor. First he moved in slow, long thrusts; then they both surrendered to a primitive unlearned tempo and pounded mercilessly against each other. Her body succumbed to the shock of completion and she knew that she was screaming into the silent night. They were still then, pulsating their fluids into each other' s interlocked body.

It was much later when Gloria heard him stirring and opened her eyes to the reddening dawn. The water was deep green and the sands a quiet gray. The sky streaked over with purple and yellow and pink lights. He looked at his watch and spoke for the first time since she had asked him to fuck her.

" It' s six o' clock," he said.

She stared at the heavens and did not answer. So there would have to be a today and a tomorrow.

" I have to go," he added. " I have to catch the seven o' clock boat to shore."

She turned eyes of yearning towards him.

" I' m sorry," he whispered gently. " But I have to leave New York tomorrow."

Somehow, she had known he was a moment; a moment to show her that beyond the rapist there would be a life for her.

" I have to go to Colorado," he explained. " You see, I teach there."

It was really all right, his going. She had something else to do. But her body was hungry in the filtered morning light, and she wanted him to take her once more. He would not. Instinctively she accepted that they would have only the past evening together. It was the promise, not the fulfillment of her life.

" I would ask you to come with me," he said.

" No," she answered. " I can' t come yet."

" Why must you stay?"

" There is something I have to do."

" Something from out of the past?"

" Yes."

" You' re wrong. You' re wrong to live in the past. Live in the present, for now and possibly tomorrow."

" My past creates my now," she explained.

" No. You can' t undo it; you shouldn' t try to avenge it."

" My past is my present. My past is now."

" I' m sorry," he said, and he got up and moved to retrieve his clothes.

She lay naked watching him. He was a young god. His cock, slack against his thigh, made him unknown and innocent in the warm morning. He buckled his belt and pulled his shirt over his head. He was barefoot, and he folded the coat over his arm. He smiled down at her. She wanted to cry her love and finally managed her first sacrifice.

" Thank you," she told him. " Thank you, my darling."

He bent down and kissed her. " Thank both of us," he explained, and was over the sand dune and invisible within a moment.

She breathed the marvelous breath of contentment. Her body radiated its youth. The sea still beat tirelessly against the washed shore. The beach was empty and virginal. She sank into the sand with each step toward the water and then, offering her chest first, she swan beyond the waves. The salt stung her body and awakened her into a world of voluptuous promise. Her hair fanned the ocean.

It will be good when I kill him, she pondered like a young saint. I' m ready to be born again. She wept noiselessly into the huge salty sea, adding her tears to the immense reservoir that covered the earth.

Gloria rested three days on Fire Island. She rested in that she did not think constantly of the rapist, the eternal source of her fatigue. She went to cocktail parties with Laura at five every afternoon. Laura was being pathologically happy, and Gloria escaped from her in the impersonal current of the ocean.

In the evening, they put on their dark tight matador pants and drank bottles of beer and half- raw hamburgers. At nine o' clock, they painted their mouths with fresh lipstick, bright orange that contrasted brilliantly with their tanning skins. Then they wandered to a porch- crowded cottage and gulped gin and tonics till the last star faded. They were in bed at four in the morning and up at noon. After black coffee, they staggered to the beach with all the other healthy partygoers. The sun was merciless on their throbbing heads, and they offered themselves to the cold ocean for five hours of sobriety. Some of the men played ruleless games of baseball along the sand dunes, but mostly they stretched out on blankets and absorbed the burning rays of the sun. The girls smeared their noses and foreheads with patented protective creams to produce athletic, gin- disguising skins.