Message-ID: <16504eli$9810150701@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Patrick Donovan Subject: PATRICK DONOVAN REPOST: "Cinnamon" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <361ECD39.678168AA@juno.com> Content: MF, oral, anal, romance, locale THE PATRICK DONOVAN EROTIC STORY COLLECTION "Cinnamon" by Patrick Donovan ) 1996 - Black Angora Press Celestial Reviews Rating: 10,10,10 Top 100 Stories of 1996: #68 for A. I'm not sure how it all starts, but this is our first time together. It's a sudden encounter, perhaps I am on a job interview out West and looked you up. Somewhere along the line you decided to show me one of your favorite, private places. It's along a rocky coastline where few people go because of the strong, crashing waves, but somewhere along the shore there is a place, a small cave-like opening that is shielded from the pounding surf. We get totally soaked trying to get there, but when we arrive it is such a peaceful place. Even the raging sea just beyond the craggy knoll that protects us seems to be practically silenced by the awe of this place. It is nearly dusk and we break open the bags we have brought with us. They contain logs and papers and matches, as well as blankets and towels and a little food for us to share -- all sealed in trash bags to keep them dry, you were certainly right about that! You spread out the blankets while I set up the fire inside a circle of rocks which has obviously been used as a fireplace before. Soon the fire is raging and, without even thinking, you remove your dowsed T-shirt. I blush and quickly turn away. "Oh, shoot! Pat, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," you laugh and turn around. I can't help but watch as you slide the limp shirt off to reveal a simple white lace bra. In a moment it comes off as well, showing me the beautiful smoothness of your bare back. You drape the shirt and bra over a rock next to you and, as you do, I can just see the sides of your breasts swaying. Again I blush, knowing I shouldn't be looking, but I am so entranced by the suppleness and perfect silkiness of your skin. "Pat, could you bring me one of the body towels?" I grab the one with the tropical flowers and walk up behind you. As I open the towel and raise it to envelop you, I have to fight off an urge to peer over your shoulder to see your breasts. Slowly my arms encircle you from behind and close the towel around you. Before I can pull my arms back, yours slip over mine and draw them tightly to your chest. I clear my throat as I realize that you are clasping my arms against your bosoms. You hold me so tight that I am pressed right up against your back and my face is nestled against the back of your head, your long, curly hair feels so soft and smells so divine. "Oh my..." is all I can manage to say, whispering it softly in your ear. You release my arms and lower your hands to your cut-off jeans. I watch them suddenly appear on the ground below the towel's end, along with a pair of silk black panties. My heart races. You wrap the towel tightly around yourself and carry your garments to the rock to dry them off, then start walking back towards me. "I like to come here when I want to be alone and just lay naked on the towel and listen to the sea. It makes me feel so calm." Suddenly the image of you sprawled out on the beach towels in your full, naked glory possesses me. Am I missing the signals here? I mean, is there any real point to drying out your clothes since we're just going to have to get soaked again when we leave? Is it all a ruse on your part to seduce me or are you being blatant about it and I am just being dense? "Patrick? You might as well get out of yours too. Come on, here." You bring a huge towel and hold it up in front of me, blocking your view. Hesitantly I remove my polo shirt and throw it onto a rock. Then I step out of my shorts and repeat the toss. My heart is pounding as I realize the only thing between us other than the towel is my underwear. Shaking, I slowly drop them. Only when I have stepped out of them do I see that I am obviously aroused at the thought of you being naked under your towel. I find myself stopping as I reach up to take my towel from you, caught up in the mystery of your body. What do you look like under that towel? Is your body even half as lovely as your face? Your wide, brown eyes? Your smile? Your sensual and delicate walk? Will your breasts fit in my hands? How thick is the silken forest of your sex? What do you smell like there? What do you taste like? Oh, Alicia, how I long to taste you... ...I am stirred from my thoughts by the motion of your arms drawing the towel around me. I take it from you, still in a daze, and adjust it to fit me modestly. Then we sit on the blankets in front of the fire, the crackles from which seem to create a musical counterpoint to the rolling of the waves behind us. The song continues uninterrupted by either of us for some time. Soon the last rays of the sun are gone and you, Alicia, and I are all alone in the firelight. --------- A little while later I notice you reaching for the bag of provisions we brought and start to remove things from it. I offer to help, but you decline and set about preparing our light meal: cold fried chicken (mmm!). I also notice you setting up a can at the edge of the fire, fill it with water and put something into it. "What's that?" I ask. You continue setting up our meal. "Something for later. Don't worry about it. Hand me the plastic plates, will you?" After we manage to eat a little of the chicken and wash it down with what I thought was supposed to be sparkling grape juice but which turned out to be champagne, you tell me you want to lie down. I am surprised, then, when you stand up and face me. "Do you mind if I -- if I take this off? I really like to be nude when I lie out here." My heart seems to just thud to a stop. "Uh, Alicia. I, I --" I am totally lost for words. You move directly in front of me as I rise to my knees. "Patrick..." you say, but without even waiting for a response you slowly part the top ends of the towel to reveal your bare breasts to me. I like to think that everything I have experienced before has prepared me for what you've just done, but somehow I am still taken aback at the sight of your beautiful breasts. Full, round globes the size of oranges jut from your smooth-skinned chest. Already the breeze causes your nipples to grow taught and I can feel my own soft member growing firm beneath my towel. Before I have time to react to this new sight, you allow the towel to fall completely from your body. The sound of it hitting the dry sand is the only thing I hear. My breath shudders at the sight of your nude form cast into copper by the firelight. You turn slightly towards the flames to allow me a perfect view of your dark triangle. You stand only a few inches from my face now and I can see your sex with such detail: the thick, matted hairs, your aroused clitoris and the glistening separation of your vulva and labia. No matter how many times a lover reveals her sex to me, I am always moved with passion at the sheer beauty and seeming delicacy of her most intimate and sensual place. The effect you have on me is almost hypnotizing. You stand so close to me now that I can detect the sweet scent of your passion. I lose all hope of resisting and wonder why I even bothered at all. I feel a flutter in my chest as I dare to move toward you on my knees. My breathing is ragged and heavy as I reach out and place my hands on your naked hips. Touching you is like touching ice: it sends a shiver down my spine, but not from the cold -- from the sensuality that emanates from your body. I draw you to me, laying my head against your firm tummy. I slip my hands back over your behind and clasp your smooth cheeks. Oh God, Alicia, I'm finally touching you and I'm not sure where to go from here. Before long you feel my lips against your abdomen, slowly drawing a line of kisses down from your navel. I can feel your thighs tensing in my hands as I close in on your pubic mound. The scent of your womanhood has, by now, intoxicated me beyond all hope of sobriety. The slow pace I am forcing myself to take on my downward plunge toward your sex seems agonizingly tortuous to me. But momentarily I am rewarded by the sensation of moist, silky hair against my lips and the feast begins. Nudging your legs apart with my body, I slip between them. I keep a firm grip on your hips as I slide beneath you, brushing my lips roughly over your sex as I adjust my balance. You let out a soft gasp at the contact and slip your hands down to the top of my head in response. Within seconds of settling down, I begin to draw the tip of my tongue gently back and forth along the outer edges of your vulva. You can feel it, the tender brushing of something firm and moist teasing the slight opening of your sex. With each stroke it penetrates slightly deeper into the entrance to your body. Occasionally I slip it all the way up into the cleft of your labia and caresses the erect little bud of your clitoris, causing you to spasm and press your mound roughly into my face or to pull my head firmly against your sex. As I pleasure your womanhood, my hands slide from your hips around to your bottom and clasp the smooth firmness of your buttocks. My fingers gently knead the skin that covers your powerful muscles, which are flexing in response to the sensations flowing from your sex. Already you have started a light thrusting motion, your hips shifting back and forth, sliding your sweet mound over my face, painting me with your wetness. Oh, Alicia, your juices are like honey and the taste overwhelms me. I have to have more and that is when you feel my tongue plunge deeply into your birth canal. The sudden penetration into your depths causes you to gasp aloud, a gasp which echoes throughout the rocks that shield us from the outside world. Your legs begin to shake and your knees feel like they're going to buckle as my assault on your pussy continues unabated. Faster and faster, deeper and harder I go. It is difficult to catch my breath when I am buried into you like this and I can feel disorientation and dizziness come over me from time to time as I lose all awareness of everything but the center of your passion. By now your buttocks are thrusting and shaking with aggressive desire. Your body does everything it can to get my tongue as deep as it will go into your vagina, pushing it towards your cervix with determination, even though it could never reach so far. Meanwhile, my hands continue to massage your bottom, caressing your bare skin and teasing the valley between your luscious cheeks. Occasionally my fingers will brush your sensitive anus and you'll emit another sensually-charged yelp into the air. The only thing I regret about this is that I cannot see the expression on your face. I can only imagine that your head is tossed back and your eyes are closed. Your mouth, open in a silent scream of pleasure and delight. Only an occasional choking gasp or raspy intake of breath is able to escape. All other functions of your body are devoted to the encouragement of the feelings beginning to swell within your loins. Already your birth canal and labia are open wide and pulsing with blood. Your womb is surrounded with swollen blood vessels and capillaries and the muscles of your uterus are also shuddering with intensity, waiting for the right moment to -- -- I feel your hands grip my head, your fingernails digging into my scalp: the first sign of your imminent orgasm. The tip of my finger, which is resting nestled in the pucker of your anus, can feel your sexual muscles beginning to throb and pulsate. I can feel the walls of your vagina rippling against my tongue and it is then that all hell breaks loose. "Uhn! Patrick -- oh! God, Pat-trick! Huh, uhn!" you cry as your body releases you to a full and complete orgasm. Your arms and legs and hips and thighs shudder and quiver, twisting and turning as you come. Your bottom starts slamming your mound furiously against my head, grinding your soaking wet forest of black hairs and the glistening slit that it protects into my face. Your climax produces more fluids that flow from your sex over my nose, lips, cheeks and chin like a waterfall of honey liqueur. I am completely hypnotized by the power and intensity of your climax. Hearing you call my name through choked gasps and sobs of pleasure makes the experience all the more sensual for me and I summon one last surge of strength to give you pleasure. At the height of your climax, just as you think your entire body will give out or your loins will explode, you feel the sudden shock of my full index finger as it plunges into your anus. It moves upward without hindrance, pushing through your tight sphincter past it to be among the moist, shuddering walls of your rectum. Still my finger slides upward, gliding into your forbidden passage until it is stopped, by sheer lack of length, at the knuckle. Your weary body is rocked by yet another wave of orgasms and this time I can feel them. Your anus and the velvety-smooth muscles of your lower intestine shudder and contract and pulse and clasp to force the blood away from your intimate places, creating the most explosive sensations your body has ever felt. Your head is light your mind is beyond spinning, with every ounce of your mental strength concentrating on the sledgehammer pounding in your loins. "Paaat - triiIICKKKK!!" you scream in a rough howl of delight and exhaustion. Then, as suddenly as you screamed, your body gives out and you start to fall forward. Only the fact that I am kneeling in front of you allows me to brace you until I can remove my finger from your body and slip my hands and arms up to catch you. I let you fall back into my arms and lower you gently toward the towels and pillows, your breasts bouncing lightly as I release your naked form. I kneel over you, holding your hand and watching your breathing. It is still heavy, but has begun to ease up. After a few moments, your eyes start to flutter and your body begins to move. "Take it easy, sweetheart," I say to you as I brush your cheek with my hand. "Maybe the champagne wasn't such a good idea," you joke in a weak voice. You take my hand and bring it to your lips, kissing the back of it and sending tingles of warmth up my arm. Then you take it in both hands and place it between your breasts. I can feel your heart pounding in your ribcage. "Oh, Patrick. Oh God, that was, that was...so wonderful. So wonderful..." You begin to drift off again, still weak. I lean forward and lower my mouth towards you face, placing a kiss tenderly on your cheek. You slowly turn your head and catch my own cheek with a peck and then smile. You reach up to my face and caress the thin beard covering my jaw and chin, your touch sending shivers down my back. The look in your eyes speaks volumes about your desire for that moment and our mouths move together for the first time. Oh, Alicia, where did you learn to kiss! The fire from your lips is nearly as hot as the inferno that smolders between your legs, searing my nerves with every movement of your soft, silky mouth. Before long your tongue eases its way in and begins to search for mine. As they clash, you taste the sweetness of your own bodily nectar and realize what it is. The thought of your lubricant covering my face when you came only fans the fires of your passion and you wrench your mouth free of mine in order to explore my face and clean every last drop of honey from it. I can barely withstand the onslaught of your kisses. You push me up to my knees and face me on equal terms and I get another clear look at the incredible, succulent beauty of your full, ripe breasts. How I long to feel them against my bare skin! As if reading my mind, Alicia, you reach out and unbind my towel. Before my fear can register an action, you remove the only remaining boundary between us. My embarrassment at knowing you are seeing my nakedness, observing my arousal in the form of a semi-erect penis and loose scrotum, causes me to flush red all over. You only find my shyness more romantic and bring yourself closer to me. Just as the tips of your breasts touch my chest, I close my eyes and savor the moment: rough, rubbery nipples scrape my midriff, followed by the warmth of your bosoms flattening against me. Your arms lovingly encircle me, like silken snakes slithering over my back you embrace me. Your tender, moist lips touch my throat and your right hand clasps the back of my neck. My own arms find their way around you: one hand on your shoulder blade and the other draped over one of your buttocks. I gasp when your teeth sink into my earlobe. Then your tongue probes my ear. Then you bite your way across my cheek to my mouth and you begin kissing me with ferocious grunts and tug at my lips lightly with your teeth. My heart begins to race as I realize this is turning into a moment of animal lust. I respond in kind. A sudden surge of passionate aggression swells up in me and I begin to push you down toward the towels, but you respond like a tiger and knock me backwards onto my ass. Before I can find a grip or balance, you pounce on me, pushing me all the way down on my back. Like a conquering predator, you swing your legs over and straddle me, leaning forward with your hands on my shoulders, pinning me down. There is a feral look of passion and lust in your eyes. Your breasts sway like bags of water near my face. I can feel the roughness of your pubic hair brushing the tip of my now-hardened penis. I wonder if you realize at all how close we are to joining at this very moment. It is all I can do to repress the urge to thrust upwards into your body and merge with you. But after few moments, the look in your eyes fades from feral animal to passion-filled lover and you release my shoulders, settling back onto your haunches -- and onto my erection. You gasp as the tip penetrates your slickened labia. You seem caught in a dilemma as you move your hips back and forth, spreading the lubricant all over the tip of my manhood, yet not giving into your urge to simply plunge down over me. What are you waiting for? As if summoning up all your energy, you force yourself to climb off of me and crawl towards the low-burning fire. Reaching into the can you left near the edge of the fire, you pull out some kind of plastic tube. Tossing back and forth between your hands as if it is still hot, you come back towards me. The look in your eyes is now one of playfulness. "What are you doing, Alicia?" I ask, genuinely curious. You smile in an evilly-humorous way. "It's my turn to have a little fun, dear -- sweet -- Patrick." You kneel at my side and open the tube, pouring a small amount of the contents into your palm and rubbing your hands together. Almost immediately the air is filled with the pungent fragrance of cinnamon. Your hands descend towards my neck and clasp around it, kneading your fingers into my skin. The oil seems to burn its way into me in a very pleasant, almost sensually-intoxicating way. As you draw your hands down my chest, spreading the liquid over every bare spot I have, I feel a tingling sensation slowly following the path of your palms. The pleasure of the oil charges me with a heat I have never known before. You spread the last of the current dose of cinnamon oil across my belly and down to just above my pubic hair. Even this close to my center of passion it is almost unbearable, the sensual tingling and pleasure/pain of the spicy substance. You squirt another dab of oil into your hand and begin again, this time on my legs. Down the side of my leg you go, then back up the middle, purposely avoiding my genitals with each pass, causing me greater frustration as the heat rises inside me. You do the same with my other leg. By the time you reach my groin, I am hard as a rock and twitching with intense desire, a dab of pre-cum glistening at the very tip of my member. In a fit of teasing you flick your tongue over the head of my penis and I gasp. You smile, pleased at the power you now wield over me. Slipping between my legs, you prepare another handful of the liquid heat and lower it towards my sex. I can feel myself trembling in anticipation, but instead of surrounding my manhood with your delicate touch, you clasp your hand over my testicles. Swirling it gently around my sac, you spread the fiery cream into every pore and crevice of my scrotum. The skin, which had been firm before your touch me, is now leathery and tight, the spices of the oil soaking in and pleasantly irritating my sensitive flesh. Within moments I am drawing gasps of air as the burning seems to penetrate to my testicles. My legs start to writhe, wrapping around your shoulders and causing you to move forward. Your hand remains on me, tenderly massaging my center of life, and you begin kissing your way up my abdomen. The oil on my legs and stomach begins to rub onto you as your body moves over mine. Your swaying breasts brush against my penis, teasing it even further. My legs slide down your back and over your bottom, spreading more oil over your skin. I try to draw you upward, urging you to mount me, but you resist, moving your kisses back down towards my sex. This time you don't stop to tease me and the path of tender touches continues up the shaft of my member. Even the tiny amount of cinnamon oil on your lips is enough to inflame my erection, yet you have further plans for your chosen tool of passion. Briefly ceasing your ministrations to my body, you reach out and take the tube one more time, putting the mouth of it into your own and squeezing it firmly. You run your tongue around your lips and inside your mouth, the salve obviously burning inside. Then your hand grasps the base of my manhood and I suddenly have an inkling of what you're planning to do but, before I can even draw a breath or prepare in any way, your mouth plunges down over me and I am engulfed. "Aaaliiiciaa!" I cry out, shuddering under the strain of the intense heat, both sensual and physical. Every part of my genitals begins to swell with passion, preparing for an imminent climax. This is like nothing I have experienced. The heat from the oil is burning a hole in my soul, driving all my senses toward overload. My hips and buttocks begin to roll, pumping my penis back and forth inside your mouth: gently at first, but becoming rougher as the pace increases. You add to the tension and heat by stroking the loose skin of my member up and down in your firm grasp. I feel something churning inside me and I wonder how long I can hold out or even if I should try. I am so intrigued by what you are doing to me that I prop myself up with my shuddering arms and look down between my legs to watch. My lower region is all red, inflamed by the spicy fluid, or is it my passion for you which has made it so sanguine? Your dark curls drape like a wind- blown curtain around the action, occasionally allowing me to see your mouth moving steadily up and down over my shaft, one hand continuing to tug on my cock and the other manipulating my testicles. Occasionally you lift your eyes to mine and smile. I can see you're enjoying the effect you have on me. Oh, Alicia, what must it be like for you to taste me, to have my most sensitive part in your mouth? Do you really know the power you have over me at this moment? Do you know about the things you're making happen inside my body? About the millions of sperm that are being prepared for release? Or the fluids building up behind my prostate gland, ready to issue forth from my body into yours? Or does it matter? Does anything matter but the pleasure you are giving me and the pleasure you receive from that giving? My arms give out and I fall back, lost in the ecstasy of your gift. My hips are now moving without any conscious control from me and the pressure behind my balls is so intense that I'm resigned to coming any second. I wonder what you will experience when I climax in your hot, teasing mouth? "Oh! Oh God, Alicia!" I cry as I feel the throbbing begin. Suddenly, just as I am about to ejaculate, you pull your hands and mouth completely away from my penis and testicles. The throbbing starts to die away, though a few small streams of semen spill down my shaft. The passion in my loins begins to ebb, almost painfully. Panting, I manage to grunt, "Alicia...oh God, what did you do that for? I was so close." I'm really not upset, but the shock of the interruption was even more disorienting than the near-orgasm I just experienced. Without answering you crawl over me on all fours, brushing your bosoms roughly against my hardness. As you mount me, I feel your knees spread apart and straddle my hips. Instinctively I close my legs as you rest your bottom on my thighs, the shaft of my member nestling against your burning forest. Once settled into place you sit up, resting back on your heels, pressing the underside of my penis between your parted labia and my swollen scrotum into your moist anus. You rock back and forth on top of me, like a domineering angel. The smile on your face one of triumph and pleasure, but my attention is soon drawn to your beautifully-endowed breasts. They each shimmer with just a hint of the cinnamon oil and sweat from my body. My hunger for them grows and I raise myself up to feast on them, but just as I am ready to plunge my lips upon a piece of your succulent fruit, you growl and throw me back to the ground, pinning me with your hands. The look on your face and in your eyes has gone again from passionate and loving to animal and feral. I fight against your grip, but you push me back down again. My right hand falls to the ground against something warm and smooth. I grasp it, hoping it is something I can use to divert your attention, only to discover it is the tube of cinnamon oil that you have been using to arouse and control me. Then an idea hits me. Turnabout is fair play. I begin to struggle against you, fervently trying to sit up, hoping to force you to concentrate on your arms and shoulders to keep me down. As we move together, the force of your hips lessens and I can feel your slick sex gliding up and down along the underside of my cock. With sudden speed I reach down between us and grasp the base of my penis and tilt the organ upwards. You try to force me back down with your hips and buttocks, but too late you realize that I've tricked you into plunging yourself right down on top of me, shoving my seven inch hardness right up inside your birth canal. "Uhhhhhhhhnnn!" you cry out. The sudden penetration, coupled with the thick layer of cinnamon oil coating my member and its effect on the walls of your vagina, equals a feeling of excruciatingly painful pleasure erupting inside your loins and racing throughout your body. But my revenge doesn't end there. Even as you arch your back in ecstasy, I grab the tube of lotion and squirt an ample amount into one hand and then rub them both together. As your mind reels from the incredible pleasures between your legs, it is confronted with the new sensation: that of my oily hands clasping your beautiful breasts. New sensations of spicy heat race through your body, rebounding off the waves from your loins and creating a cascade of pleasure that builds to a climax...a true climax of the most powerful kind. I can feel your vagina as it clasps my erection with silken ripples. Your hips and buttocks jerk, slamming your body down on top of me over and over again. The grunts coming from your throat seem so primitive and guttural, yet are sufficiently indicative of your passion that I don't need to look into your eyes to know you are experiencing intense pleasure. My hands release your bust, having coated it thoroughly with spice, and slip around to your pounding ass. I grip the shuddering globes as best I can, but the slipperiness of my hands, combined with the shaking of your bottom, only serves to spread the lubricant everywhere. To my advantage, though, I manage to smear some of the oil into your anal cleft and I begin to work one of my fingers up into your body. The introduction of a new pleasure in a new place sends you over the edge once more. You cry out. "Paaaaaaaa-trick!" Inside your rectum I can feel the walls pulsating in time to the rhythm of your vagina. It throbs with an intensity that could scream if it were sentient. Your anus also beats in tempo with your orgasm. Every muscle in your body sings to the music of your passion. The last waves of your climax produce the most startling result yet. As your hips and bottom begin to slow down, nearly worn out, you feel one more surge come over you. It is so strong that you are forced to raise yourself off of me, pulling my finger from inside you as well. Taken off guard, we both look down between our bodies. My penis is glistening, your silken hairs are matted. Suddenly a gush of clear fluid sprays out over my genitals. Then another, and another. Inside you feel something tugging in your loins, but it isn't the familiar twinge of vaginal orgasm. It is something different. Almost like peeing, but not quite, and it feels absolutely heavenly! Two or three more showers erupt from your urethra, completely soaking not only me, but you, your sex and the towels. With a tremendous effort, you lower yourself onto my penis one more time, but you can no longer hold yourself up. Your arms buckle and you collapse on top of me: your body still shuddering, your knees gripping my hips like a vice and your sex continuing to pulse around me as if it is trying to milk me. Perhaps it is. Your bosoms press firmly into my chest and you lay your head on my collarbone. As I find myself starting to move inside you again, I can hear you breathing heavily and feel your heartbeat pounding through the flesh of your breasts. The you whisper in the most passionate way. "Patrick...oh, Patrick...dear God, Patrick." After holding back for so long, my own centers of pleasure go into overdrive and bring me nearer to my own climax. Having wiped some of the oil away, I am able to get a firm grip on your bottom now with both hands. Your words have pushed me over the edge. My cock swells inside your sex and you feel it grow, filling the length of your birth canal, from labia to cervix. Somewhere inside you find the energy to raise yourself on top of me one more time. You are so drained, but you do this for me, so I can see your face. So I can see the eyes that are beckoning me to come inside you. The thought of all that liquid issuing forth into your body is so compelling, the image so vivid in my mind. I want to, Alicia. I want to come within your body so badly I can feel it. Yes, yes! Now it's happening. Our bodies, joined in the most intimate way, are coming together, becoming one. I feel the floodgates opening, Alicia, and the swift torrent is nearly here! "Oh God, Aliciaaaaa!" I scream. "Coming, COMING!!! Love - you, A-li-cia!!!" All the parts of my body do their job. Sperm swim, glands pulse, fluids mix, organs throb -- like a biological symphony -- all because of you. Within the smooth tunnel of your vagina, the miracle of love happens. My passion and love flow through the tiny pipeline of my urethra and out into your body. All along the deep passage from the outside world to the mouth of your womb it spills. Despite the numbness from the cinnamon, you can feel the pounding of my climax and sense the heat from my semen as it spurts into you. Again and again I pulse, each time sending less and less of my seed into your womanhood. My passion slowly diminishes, passed on from my soul into yours. Soon we are quaking, trembling in the afterglow of love and strained muscles. You lay atop me for a long time, running your fingers through my hair and occasionally kissing me meekly. Eventually, my diminishing erection slips out of you and lays still over my soaked testicles. You slide off of me and lay your head on my shoulder. I stroke your cheek tenderly, brush your hair out of your eyes and clasp my hand to the back of your head. Within minutes, as the moon begins to rise over the rocks, we fall asleep. --------- Some hours later, my eyes flicker open. A cool tidal breeze wafts over me, powdering my skin with tiny droplets of salt water. The moon is high above our secret place. Then I realize you're supple breasts are no longer pressed against my side, nor is your soft hair covering my shoulder. I sit up, shaking off the sleepiness and exhaustion of our earlier passion, and look around for you. The fire has died to embers, but the moon provides sufficient light for me to see that you are not in the cove. I stand. "Alicia?" I call, softly. There is no answer. I call again, only louder. Still no answer. I walk around to the entrance of the cove. In the moonlight I can see an incredible seascape, frozen like a moment out of time, the ghostly glow conjuring up images of images from a Stephen King novel. Momentarily I see something stirring in the nearby tidal pool. Gentle waves roll into it from an open in the rocks, but the water is otherwise fairly calm. Something dark is moving in the liquid. The moonglow gives the surface of the pool a sheen like mercury and the figure moving within disturbs it, causing fractures in the reflected glow. It moves closer, rising completely out of the water as it approaches the rocky edge of the pool. After stepping onto the shelf of stone, it stops, facing me. "A very early good morning to you," you say. I let my breath out. "Did I scare you?" "Let's just say I don't like to be left alone in mysterious coves along the seashore. I've seen more than my share of horror films." You walk towards me. Your nude form glistens as streams of water trickle down your arms and out of your hair. Trails of moisture coat your breasts. Your nipples solidify in the cool ocean air. You walk into my arms and wrap yourself around me. Our mouths meet in a passionate kiss, our bodies press tightly together. The feeling of your dark forest brushing my organ stirs it. You feel the firmness growing against your body. Your nipples drag against my skin like erasers, making very aware of their presence and steering my thoughts towards tasting them. I want to take you all over again. The kiss breaks. "I want you..." I whisper. You suck on my earlobe. "I'm yours..." you respond. In one testosterone and adrenaline-driven move, I sweep you off your feet and carry you back into the cove. Your breasts shake like jelly and one of them smacks wetly against my chest as I transport you back towards our lovemaking spot at the edge of the fire. Once there, I release your legs and gently let your feet drop to the ground. As you slide down my chest, you feel the head of my penis slip quickly up and scrape against your mound, causing you to shudder at the sudden pleasure. Once again you are in my arms, pressed firmly against me. You begin pelting my chest with angel kisses while I run my fingers through your wet and matted hair. "Patrick..." you moan between the smooches, "you're so beautiful. You make me so hot for you." Your attentions move to my nipples as you nibble them and tug at them with your teeth. I gasp. Dropping slowly to your knees, you kiss your way down into the patch of my pubic hair. Then you brush your cheek against the shaft of my manhood, nudging it upwards until it is braced in an upright position by your chin. I try to maintain calm as I feel your tongue flick out against it rapidly, but you allot me little time before you sweep up the length of it with the flat of your tongue and then plunge your mouth forward over the whole length of my member. "Uhhhhhhoooooohhhhhh God!" I cry as you feel it swell inside you. Your hand comes up beneath me to clasp my testicles. The chill of your cold skin sends shivers throughout my loins and my hardness begins to throb in your mouth. But before you allow your desires to bring me off, you let me slip from your lips and bob about in front of you, shimmering with your saliva. "Alicia..." I moan as I start to kneel down and gently push you backwards. "Mmmmm. Not yet." you say, turning onto your knees and scrambling for the fire. "Let me fix the fire first." The sight of your slim, round ass swaying on front of me as you crawl away is incredibly inviting. In the silver light I can see the curve and smoothness of each cheek, parted by an alluring split that runs flawlessly down the middle, towards your womanhood. Just at the base of the valley I can see a hint of the tiny, tight opening of your anus. Scarcely below that is the luscious pair of lips that form the entrance to your most intimate place: your womb. My memories drift back just a scant few hours to when you were riding atop me, my member buried deep inside you, buffeting the mouth of your uterus. The urge is too great and I crawl after you. Just as you get the fire roaring again, you feel my hands clutch your bottom and drag you backwards roughly. You laugh, surprised and impressed by my roughness, but this time you do not fight or resist playfully like you did before. You want this. You want it badly and you let me pull you back against my erection. The tip brushes against your anus, then is deflected upwards between your buttocks. I rest it there for a moment, pressing it into you so you can feel my testicles against you mound. I move it back and forth a few times, teasing you and making you anticipate the moment of my entrance. "Alicia. Oh, Alicia. I'm going to open you up. Open you wide with my hardness." I tease, to get you excited. It works. "Oh, God, Patrick...I want you back inside me again. I want to feel you plunging it into me back there. Love me, Patrick. Please." I pull back, letting the glans of my penis slip down into the valley and dragging it over your anus. You shudder and gasp at that and I catalog your reaction for later. Then it passes into the cleft of your labia, parting the silky wet lips of your sex. You start breathing faster and more heavily. I grasp your hips in my hands and start to pull you backwards. I look down and watch as your bottom moves steadily towards my thighs, my member vanishing slowly into your body. "UuuuuuuUUUUUUHHHHH!" you grunt, swooping the pitch upward quickly as I fill you completely. I can feel the roughness of your pubic hairs as they rub against my scrotum. Your cheeks are pressed firmly against my hips and I hold them there tightly, trying to bury myself as deeply inside you as I can. The whole length of my hardness is within you, stretching your vagina long and wide as the tip nestles against your cervix. I flex the muscles of my groin and you can feel the tip of me swell inside you. "Patrick, Patrick. Move inside me. I want to feel you pumping into me." you call, hoarsely. I begin gentle gyrating motions with my hips. My hands are now lightly grasping your bottom, helping only marginally with the thrusting. Your vagina is overflowing with lubricant, making our consummation easier. We progress this way for some time, building up sexual steam. As I continue to move within you, I reach out near the edge of the fire, but out of your line of sight, and grasp the nearly-spent tube of cinnamon lotion. I have to pull my hands off your ass to get it and work with it, so to forestall any questions, I nudge you forward and you raise your bottom into the air a bit, changing the pressure within our joining and causing us both to gasp at the increased pleasure. I can feel your passage's walls fluctuating against me. I know your moment is soon. You feel me driving passionately into your body. The length of my manhood pistons back and forth inside your birth canal. You're used to having sex underneath or on top of a man, but this position is a rare treat for you. The friction between you and your lover is different this way, the orgasms ecstatic in an entirely different way. Then I pull my hands from your bottom and you feel me push you forward. Your instinct is to raise up against me, which increases the pleasure even more. You can feel a distant pulsation within your sex building closer and closer. Suddenly the nerves of your passionate areas are jolted with the powerful sensation of burning cinnamon oil being smeared into your anus by my index finger. Around and around it goes, painting circles around the outside, spiraling inwards to your sphincter. The searing pleasure you once felt inside your sex now begins to creep over the entrance to your forbidden passage. I continue to trowel the salve into your opening, pushing further and further in each time, working the digit into your bottom. Finally it enters your body and you shudder, feeling the waves of burning pleasure consume your bowels. My thrusting has stopped while I work on pleasuring your anus. I push my index finger all the way inside you, twisting and turning it to spread the sensual heat all around your rectum. You begin thrusting yourself back and forth over me, trying to continue the stimulation. it's wonderful watching you gyrate against me in desperation to make yourself climax. I can see the edges and the shadows of your breasts as they swing and bounce all around. Then I feel your fingers as you slip them down to pleasure your womanhood, rubbing them quickly over your clitoris and along the shaft of my penis as it extends from your depths. Then I start thrusting again. Synchronized, my penis and finger pump together in and out of your body. The pleasure overwhelms you and you are consumed with the fires of your own ecstasy. Your body is wracked with the exquisite raptures of orgasm after orgasm, your vaginal and anal muscles clutching and heaving as one, clasping my tools of pleasure in their vice-like grip. Your cries of passion echo around the cove. I hold myself back, waiting for your pleasure to subside, only hoping you have enough strength left to keep yourself up for the last few minutes of my plan. Eventually your breathing softens and you relax, the endorphins of heightened sexual pleasure diminishing throughout your system. Slowly, very slowly, I withdraw first my finger, then my penis, from your body. Before you can collapse, though, you feel my mouth as it begins kissing your bottom. Carefully I place them all around the edges of your ass, then along each side of the valley down the middle. After that you can feel the moist softness of my tongue as it glides down the inside of your split, towards your sex. But you are caught off guard when you feel my tongue dive, not for your labia, but for the puckered aperture of your anus. Then sensation is unbelievable, nothing like you would have expected. As it swirls around your orifice, you feel yourself growing wetter and hotter inside, and the awareness of another orgasm building up dawns on you. I enjoy the taste of the cinnamon combined with the sensation of the ridges of your anus against my tongue. I stroke it around the opening from the outside to the tight hole in the middle. Occasionally I try to push it into you, which elicits gasps and moans from you. Once in a while I succeed in penetrating your opening and I enjoy the vocal response you give to that even more. But now it is time for the literal climax of our morning of love. Withdrawing my tongue from the pleasures of your bottom, I retake my position behind you and prepare to enter you once more. This time, I grasp my stiff member in my hand spread the remaining cinnamon oil onto its head. Then I guide the tip towards your parted buttocks. There is a moment of chill as you feel the coated glans of my penis touch your sphincter. I manipulate the base of my cock until the crown of my manhood begins to slip into you. It is tight, but I can feel the ring of your anus opening. I push a little harder, your breathing accelerates. I pull back a little and try again. Then your anal muscles give way and it plunges into you. Your grunt and cry reverberate all around us. I keep myself all the way inside your rectum for a few moments to allow your body to adjust to it being there. Already the burning of the oil seeps into the pink, muscular walls of your lower intestine. A dull fiery pleasure grows inside you and tickles your erotic senses. Your hips begin their traditional motion and I feel the steel-like band of muscles in your anus clamping around me as it glides back and forth over my penis. Soon I take over the thrusting. Pummeling my hips into your ass, smacking my balls against your overflowing sex, driving my hardness towards its explosion. I reach forward around your chest and grasp your breasts in my hands. Clutching them, I raise you upwards, off your hands. Your back arches and you cry out at the intensity of the pleasure as the angle of my penis inside you changes. You place your hands over mine and hold them firmly against your bosoms. You throw your head back as the delight bursts forth inside you. Once again you climax, feeling this time as though your body is going to shake apart at the seams. Your anus feels as though it will sever my member with its rapturous clenching. Dizziness nearly overcomes you. Light explodes in your mind. Passion and joy sweep through your soul as you cry out. "PAAAA-TRICK! Love you, LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" At those words, I release. All the pleasure, all the passion of being with you is concentrated into one incredible discharge. I'm not even sure when it starts. I am just suddenly overpowered by the scorching bliss of ejaculation. Throb after throb of my organ spews streams of semen along the walls of your bowels. A warmth spreads throughout your loins and mine as we come, straining ourselves to the last ounce of our endurance. "Aliiicia, oh God. Yes, yes! Love you, God I love you!" Then it is over. Then we shudder, as our muscles give out. Then you collapse beneath me and I onto you, my hips pressed into your bottom as the last of the blood leaves my organ. It slips from inside you and I slip to your side, draping my arm across your back, near your bottom. You turn slowly to face me and we kiss, tenderly and exhaustedly, and relax into each others arms. There we lay, asleep, until the darkness of early morning gives way to the glimmer of dawning fire on the distant, eastern horizon. END --- Patrick Donovan E-mail: DonovanP@juno.com Amateur Romantic/Erotic Fiction URL: http://www.mindspring.com/~chordie/pdonovan ABOUT DISTRIBUTION: Please feel free to archive and/or redistribute this story electronically, AS LONG AS THE HEADER REMAINS INTACT (this includes the original title, my name and e-mail address, AND the copyright information). If I see this story re-posted or archived WITHOUT the header, I will be one ticked little puppy. WARNING: Remember that these stories are copyrighted and that publication of them in ANY media -- print or otherwise -- without my permission is illegal. I don't mind it showing up on the 'Net, in archives or on a BBS (as long as the header is there), but publishing it in an on-line or printed magazine is where I draw the line. ASK ME FIRST in any event. 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