the greatest teacher of them all.
And I looked to her and saw her looking back at me sternly, but not unkindly. I realized that it was her, not the audience, who would be the final judge of my accidental studies. And if I were to let her down, more than just an opportunity would be wasted.
And for some reason I found myself becoming aroused, intensely, almost painfully. The audience hushed as we stood before them. And I realized, Kinky would think me nothing more than a loser were I not to take the lead she was now relinquishing.
So I took her in my arms and embraced her, tightly, roughly. I bent forward to kiss her, and she parted her lips obligingly, but as our tongues met for the first time, hers cool to mine, something happened.
It was as if something that had been rendered apart centuries past had somehow reunited. It was a vague feeling, but an unmistakably passionate one, and she must have felt it too, because our kisses immediately became more seeking, more probing, more desperate. Still clothed, we fell upon the mattress on the stage, kissing, groping, caressing and giggling, and I felt her embrace grow tighter around me, felt her breathing begin to speed, and all reason and logic seemed to dissipate like the smoke in the air.
I'm not sure how we got naked, or who got naked first; I just remember a sudden animalike mutual pawing and clawing. A flash of breast, an arm exposed, a foot, a belly. I felt her cool hand grasping the circumference of my engorged cock, and she literally rolled me upon my back with her cockhold.
I felt my steeple scrape the sky, tall and proud, erect for my Kinky, a healthy American cock on display for all to see. With the room spinning around us, I felt her tongue begin to play upon it, until her mouth, slick with saliva was taking me in to the root.
It would have been my dying wish to lie there for hours, feeling Kinky stoke my chest as she worked my cock, feeling a torrent of hot semen pass between her sexy lips. But, instead, I hoisted her leg over my shoulder, so that we were locked into a perfect sixty-nine, and her elegantly manicured quim hovered above my eager tongue.
To describe her taste as like a burgundy wine would do her a grave injustice. Her musky nectar seemed like the ultimate elixir, the missing ingredient from my own composition, and I dove in deep and greedily. There was utter silence except for the sounds of sex, slurps and sucks and moans and sighs.
Her clit was as hard as a diamond, and it was unusually large and sensitive. I found that the most delicate of tongueplay upon her sacred spot would send her into little spasms that sent ripples along her flexible spine. Her ass, without doubt the most perfect I had seen, shone like the moon in the spotlight, as I felt my face become drenched with her juices.
Our bodies had become slick with sweat in the stuffy room, and the slickness added to our motion, until it felt as though my entire body had become as eroticized as my penis, still wetly engulfed by her ravenous mouth. It seemed as though all reason had gone, as though our sex was the All, that our conjoinment was the only thing that could possibly matter at all.
And as I teased her clit with little circular motions of my tongue, I could feel her spasms give way to shudders, and snuggly her thighs clenched tightly about my neck, her pussy buried into my face, and a floodgate opened. Her moans, which had sounded so far in the distance now cried loudly and soundly, I felt her cumming in torrents upon my willing face, and I felt a wellspring of love erupt from my heart. How long I had dreamed of hearing Kinky's love cry, how honored I was to hear it.
And I could bear it no longer; as her thighs loosened their grip on my head, I slid around 180 degrees, and pointed my dagger at her now gaping and soggy pussy. She thrust the whole weight of her body down upon it, until I could feel the head of my prick against her uterus. How lovely the fruit of our mating would be, I thought idly for a moment, as Kinky rode my shaft. How much this moment meant.
And as her moans resumed, and the speed of her gyrations increased I realized the moment had come, that we would release our energy together, into each other, and that would forever make us a part of each other. Faster and harder she rode, and I pumped upward like a crazed man.
And our sex reached its crescendo pitch, our moans giving way to wails, and I could feel her cunt holding my tool in a vicegrip and we exploded, noisily, copiously, my hot piston instantly filling her and overflowing, her love juice, as hot as urine cascading upon my groin. All time had stopped, all meaning lost meaning, perfection had been reached and exceeded. Panting like dogs, we collapsed beside each other. And she planted the tendersit of little kisses upon my sweaty brow.
Were it not for a sudden roar of applause, I suppose I could have died right then, so stellar was my bliss. I turned to face her, to see her sexy, sweet face glistening in the light, to smell her sultry breath. And she looked beautiful, there. And I felt so grateful.
