"A man who dwells not with women has no understanding of them".
Anon.
Part 1
Prologue
This story encompasses a spectrum of experience, mostly erotic and depicts a graphically intense exploration of sexuality; delving freely into unusual zones of sex and transgressive behavior. It gives voice to the most subversive desires of the body and to a lifestyle that unabashedly defies convention.
The narrator Raoul is a 40 year-old suave, urbane charming and gracious guy with an artfulness that captivates women. A well-known Jazzcersize, Pilates and Yoga instructor as well as a writer; He is graceful like a jaguar, never imposing or overtly aggressive. He speaks gently, smiles sweetly and ingratiates himself with caresses. He lives for women. And women court him, love him and satisfy him completely.
He is a proud possessor of a well-endowed cock which he uses with tender delicacy and not like a battering cannon, that brings out of a woman's cunt festive joyful melodies and deep orgasms.
Like a visitor from another planet he indulgently, graphically shares his experiences with Lusty Women... Rich, powerful experiences of unusual erotic potency and high-intensity adventures that came from the blending of love and sex. The meeting of body and spirit, that opens up all the possibilities of human sexuality.
Every woman in the story was unique and different. From ripe young luscious maidens, to lusty Amazons in their prime, to mellow mature crones. They were all warm, engaging intensely alive, vital and graceful in being at ease with their bodies their sexuality, their pleasures.
Mid-summer. At a point in time...
With the onset of Autumn, I've gone into a period of Meditation and re-Energizing, after a rather eventful, joyous and exhilarating Summer, during which I extended my exploration of the species known as The Lusty Woman. She is forever conscious of her sexuality for therein lies her strength, her passion, her creativity. And usually I gravitate either by accident or design, toward her. Indeed, I can spot even smell a lusty woman from a distance.
Taking some time off my vocation-- on a sabbatical of sorts-- to relax and have some fun, I spent some time in the Southwest mainly in Santa Fe and Taos.
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La Chica
My lodging in Santa Fe was a well-appointed, comfortable guest house set in a beautiful garden. The concierge or caretaker was a lovely, friendly Chicana woman in her early-40's called Raynelda. We met the second time in the hot springs whirlpool where after a wonderful conversation, she told me that sex after such soaking is very enjoyable.
"I never tried that" I said, astonished.
"Let's go up to my apartment and you can find out for yourself" she giggled.
It was an early hot summer afternoon, the temperature in the nineties. I was entranced by the quiet beauty of the interior and decor of Ray's place. She offered me some brandy and cheese and some pretty angry views on local politics. Not to mention the view of her luscious jiggling ass cheeks in the bikinis, and the contours of her body shifting fluidly as she moved about. Birds chatted outside in doublets of song...Boldly, without warning and ignoring her squeals I reached under her panties, my hands persuasive, primeval, stroked her ample bare ass. My fingers dipped into her moist cunt, finding her folds thick and spongy. She was sticky, gooey inside. Ray crawled on top of me on the bed.
"You really are so handsome senor Raoul and you have such a very big cock" she grinned "And I want you so much". She grasped my rigid cock at the base and lowered herself onto it. She had difficulty engulfing me at first, being so tight and all. But she was bold and daring albeit a bit clumsy. I smiled at her impulsiveness. Her slender body was alive and wanting, oozing with juice, she was wet, very wet. Finally she was locked in place, skewered by my cock. A howl ripped from her throat as the dick reached deep, impaling her, hugging her tight walls. "Oh mama, this chorra is mucho grande", she grunted.
Raynelda moaned, she squealed, she rocked; whimpering, sighing, screaming. Then she climaxed violently flooding me with her cum. She must have been climbing the walls all this time.
"I'm not done yet" she cried when her spasms died down.
My hard dick was all the way inside her grazing her cervix. She began to rock slowly, gently this time. Then she was shuddering in her second orgasm, clutching me tightly. The vigorous cunt, hugging my dick, her breasts bobbing her ass undulating provocations, making me moan and thrash. She looked into my eyes whispering obscenities, moving up and down the cock slowly, sweetly. I watched it disappear and reappear, moving in counterpoint.
"Relax and enjoy it senor" whispered Raynelda, clearly in full control. I felt the demon lust of her hard brown thighs, the furnace of her cunt, her eyes burning into mine. I was totally calm. concentrated, passive; I could go on forever without coming with full Tantric concentration, oscillating between losing my senses in uncontrollable release and a joyous exaltation of supreme control. I could hear Ray's voice distant, taunting my own climax. She squeezed my cock with her cunt, very tightly, rhythmically...Then she began to shudder, moaning from her throat, breathing faster as I stroked her engorged clit with my fingers, staying with her rhythm.
Drowned in a pleasure-ocean, she cried out loudly inundated by the waves of another powerful orgasm that triggered my own release and I pumped into her a torrent of cum. She lay on top of me for a long time, her eyes closed. She finally rolled off me but held on to my cock, smothered with her curdled juices.
"Such a wonderful fuck senor" she whispered into my ear. "Thanks to the whirlpool" I chuckled...She came to my apartment the next day and we fucked all day long. Two days later I called on Raynelda after an enjoyable sightseeing around town.
"I'm glad you stopped by when you did Raoul" she enthused. "I want you to meet someone...Hey Elena, Chica get off the fucking phone and come down here will you" she hollered. "She'd been on that goddamn phone forever, no doubt talking about sex with her friends" Ray complained.
Elena stood there tall and slim, almost androgynous, in her sheer leggings and see-through bra. Her nipples stood out erect, inquisitive, lustfully. The black thatch of her narrow pussy clearly outlined, a perfect triangle. She was smoking a joint. My dick began to move between my legs.
"This is Elena, my niece" said Ray. "She hangs out with me when she has nothing better to do and sometimes helps with housekeeping. She also housesits for me when I'm away. She's a daughter and a friend rolled into one. Elena, this here is senor Raoul. He's visiting Santa Fe and is one cool hombre. From what I know, Raoul's favorite pastime is tracking the exciting world of good, kinky sex" said Ray to Elena. Elena smiled impishly shaking my hand.
