Perry Scope - When the loving gets rough

"Go slowly, darling, slowly. We have all the time in the world," Cira whispered, knowing that it was already too late, that his need for her – for any woman – was too strong. She instinctively knew that she had to help him now, had to let him get his fill of her, helping him alleviate the ache he felt before she could show him how to bring pleasure to the body of a woman as well as his own. She reached out for his stiff flesh, guiding him into her.

Feeling the wonderful moist flesh grasping at his penis from every side, Al began to moan and slam himself quickly into Cira. It was ecstasy… it was the most sublime relief of all… How could she not feel it… not be there with him…? It was over almost before it began, over for her, before it began.

Knowing guilt once more, Al timidly rolled over on his side of the bed, away from her. "I… I'm sorry…"

Cira sighed, the aching between her legs unquenched. Poor boy, she thought. He didn't know. He was so hungry. She stroked his lean back tenderly. "It's all right, darling…" She glided her hand over his flesh, tracing the line of his hip, easing her fingers over the curly hairs that coated his stomach. She grasped his small testicles carefully, massaging them delicately. "When a man is hungry, when he's starved, he stuffs his food without tasting at all. When he's had enough to eat all his life, he's able to taste, enjoy, savor…" She moved her hand until it was lightly fondling the now-soft penis. Her knowing touch began to rekindle life in his tired body.

Al turned to the woman in amazement, too startled by her new advances to speak. He let himself feel, instead… then, when he was pulsating with need again, Cira moved herself over him.

"Just lie still. Let me do it…" She quickly straddled his loins, lowering herself easily onto him. She groaned pleasurably as the length of him slid effortlessly into her. She swooped down and kissed him, slipping her tongue deeply into his mouth. She licked avidly at his tongue, all the while taking him further inside of her, rearing back letting him all but slip out of her body, only to embrace him again with her tight muscles. Skillfully she brought them both to the pinnacle of pleasure at the same moment, letting Al know the beauty of having his own sobs of ecstasy mingle with those of another.

The weekend passed in a sea of sensation and bliss. Bits and pieces of never before suspected sensuality floated to his awareness, so that the wonderful weekend formed a collage of flesh and happiness in his mind.

Afterwards, Al remembered most clearly the moment when Cira had kissed his ear, and whispered, "You must concentrate first on giving great pleasure to the one you are with. Your own pleasure should not be thought of for a long time. It will come, then, from the happiness you give to the other person. Let me show you." Cira began a leisurely attack with her lips on his body, making every inch of him come alive in a new way. He felt sensations he had never known before flow through him. He groaned with the subtlest, most tremendous pleasure he had ever felt. She was like a graceful bird, darting over his body and sweetening it with honey wherever she touched. By the time she pulled away from him, Allen was shaking with happiness and gratitude.

"Now do the same things to me. Relax and let yourself come to me completely. Don't be afraid." Cira eased her back against the mattress. Her body appeared younger and fresher than her experience-hardened face. She saw his hesitancy and understood it. "It's okay, baby. It's right. You must earn your pleasure. It's best that way." She pulled the man in her arms with a maternal gentleness. Her kiss was very, very sweet.

Allen moaned in her arms. He was ready again, but he fought against the immediate desire to bury himself in her. She was so warm and understanding. She had-given him so much… He began to kiss her awkwardly, trailing his lips over her smooth shoulders and over her firm breasts. Her hand on his head was tactfully urging, suggesting rather than commanding his mouth to explore further. He kissed the bare midriff, the slim waist, the wider hips. Her belly was so tender, so warm that he gladly took little mouthfuls of the flesh between his teeth and bit down carefully. He kissed the backs of her arched knees with a loving gratitude, and managed to draw his lips slowly down her legs until they caressed her sharp ankles. Somewhere inside of him, still buried under layers of pleasure and surcease from pain, a voice tried to remind him that this wasn't right – that a man, a real man didn't do things like this… He wanted to deny this kind woman nothing, nothing at all. Yet Allen felt himself stopped, locked in hesitancy by a terrible, binding fright. He knew this had to be wrong! He couldn't do this thing she asked of him. Not even now when he was able to admit he wanted it almost as much as she.

"Allen, darling, let yourself go." Cira's sweet voice was coaxing. "Whatever is done between two people for their own pleasure is right, so very right. Make me happy. Make us happy…"

A verbal expression of masculinity meant nothing! Not if it meant sacrificing everything in order to convince himself that he was manly in all ways, at all times. Just then he heard Cira's voice. It cut his thoughts and made him begin to dissolve his prejudiced guides on exactly what constitutes masculinity. He found his eager mouth moving closer to the junction of her legs, his brain suddenly intoxicated by an aroma that burned deliciously in his nostrils. His stiff penis throbbed faster as he closed in on the source of this unusual fragrance.

Still filled with doubts and fears, Allen pressed his tightly closed lips to the coral-colored, puckered lips of her vagina. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs – and his brain – with that tantalizing fragrance. Suddenly, his dry lips were coated with moisture. He pulled away with alarm, automatically cleaning his lips with his tongue… then finding the taste was not what he expected! Rather than being repulsed, he was aroused. The tempo of his throbbing male-muscle increased, demanding more of this sweet tasting nectar… and Allen dove back to the source, his mouth opened wide and his tongue forcing its way into the well of her.

A smile of happiness and joy crossed Cira's face as she felt his sudden acceptance of her. She repeated what she had just said more slowly. "A man… is tenderness… gentleness… strength…"

Later, when Allen was over her body again, his lips crushing hers with the most adult-like passion he had ever known, he knew that he was more than repaying Cira for her lessons. He was, despite his still thin and boyish body, being reborn, this time as a man… a real man.

With tenderness… gentleness… strength…

The past three days had been a blur to Karen. They aimlessly roamed the city, while Pat expounded at great length on the beauty of the world and creation. On the second day Pat had decided to change the rhythm. Walking, she decided, was too slow. So, at Pat's insistence, they had begun hitching rides with strange men. Many of the men were only too willing to take them on wild rides over the country. Everything they saw delighted and impressed Pat. Especially the hill near the freeway which sported a huge white cross. She had been immediately attracted to it. She had told the man who drove them to it, a middle-aged businessman who drove a big new car, that she always wanted to make love under a cross. The man, plainly excited by the beauty of the two girls, had responded by suggesting boldly that it might be arranged. Karen flinched as she remembered what had taken place after that. Pat had hustled her out of the car, told her that business might be combined with pleasure, and wore the girl down until Karen agreed to stand guard by the car while Pat fulfilled her dream under the cross for twenty dollars! Later, driving back to town, Pat had reverted to her initial excitement over the scenery they passed.