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From PASSION IN PARIS, a collection of short fiction
soon to be published by Spectrum Press
Copyright © 1995 Spectrum Press
Youth
In the darkened room, Germaine stood at the window and gazed
at the slopes of Montmartre and the lights of Paris. A crucial
moment in her life had arrived. She had a new lover, which in
itself was not extraordinary, but this one was young, barely
twenty, and the son of one of her friends. Should she continue
the affair? The young man was now asleep in her bedroom after
several hours of intense lovemaking, their first bout. She had
found him enchanting, their time together a delicious preview of
enjoyments yet to be shared. But was it too dangerous? She could
not risk a scandal. As political editor of a leading Paris
newspaper, she certainly could not afford to have her private
life the subject of malicious gossip. And of course there was
also Leon, who was not only the publisher of the newspaper but
also her frequent lover as well. Leon would certainly not approve
of a youthful rival known to the public. Most people knew that
she and Leon were intimates. Leon was not only capable of extreme
jealousy, but he also hated to appear the fool. She had an
enviable position, a comfortable house, and an important future
in her profession. Provoking the fury of Leon Kleber would
certainly be foolish. An entanglement, Germaine thought. She
disliked this sort of entanglement, but how could she possibly
avoid it? Lucien, the young man in her bed, was too tempting.
She moved away from the window and walked down the long hall
to her bedroom. Lucien was asleep, his heavy breathing audible,
and Germaine expected he would not awaken easily.
She walked carefully to the bed and gazed down at him. The
sheet covered only his lower body. In the dim light cast by the
small bedside lamp, she saw his broad chest, smooth and white.
His arms were above his head, the biceps forming a graceful
curve, the strength of the forearms apparent. She thought his
chest exquisite. Carefully, she grasped the edge of the sheet
with her fingers and slowly pulled it down centimeter by
centimeter. He did not move, his breathing remained constant,
deep. The sheet exposed his belly, flat, firm, with merely a
suggestion of dark hair beginning at the navel and winding
down... down...
Now the sheet was at his knees, and she reveled in the sight
of his penis lying across his thigh, a beauty, large, thick, the
foreskin almost covering the tip of the wide flat head that
pushed through he folds, the shaft smooth and white, an organ
mature in size but with the delicate appearance of youth. She
reached down to touch him, her fingers holding the softness as
she admired its beauty.
Still, he did not awaken.
She squeezed his penis gently and felt the foreskin slide
slowly back. The broad slick head emerged fully from the folds,
the sight of it stoking her excitement. Carefully, she lowered
herself to her knees so that her belly pressed against the edge
of the bed and supported her weight. She did not want to awaken
him -- it was too delicious to do it this way. With a glance at
his face, she lowered her lips and took the end of his penis in
her mouth, her tongue lifting the tip to guide it in. She began
sucking the soft organ slowly, with gentle pressure, and when
eventually it responded, she was thrilled.
She took all of it, feeling his coarse pubic hair against
her nose. She enclosed him totally, licking the underside of the
head with the tip of her tongue, gently, easily, feeling the
immediate response of the growing hardness, the lifting of the
penis away from his body, the stiffening, the throbbing, the skin
now tightly drawn along the shaft.
As her head moved up and down, she adored the feel of the
penis in her mouth, the taste of it, the slightly musky flavor
from beneath the foreskin. She was aware of the difference
between this young and eager organ and that of Leon Kleber's,
Leon's aging penis that was slow to rise and slow to come. She
put her elbows on the bed for more support, still careful not to
disturb Lucien. His breathing had increased in tempo, but his
body remained still. His eyes were closed and he slept on. She
raised her mouth and looked again at his pulsating penis,
watching it move almost imperceptibly in the dim light. She ran
her tongue from the tip down to the base, licked around his
balls, feeling them move slowly beneath the pressure. His balls
were beautiful, large and round, with not too much hair over the
skin. The contour of the sac was clear, as clear as the contour
of the rigid penis, the foreskin of which was now drawn back to
fully expose the wide head glistening with her saliva. She could
see a drop already oozing from the slit at the tip, and on the
underside of the shaft the veins were in firm relief. Incredible!
she thought. What an incredibly beautiful organ! Once more she
lowered her lips around the hardness, dropping her head to allow
the end of his penis to slide into her throat. She enclosed it
tightly in her mouth, feeling it throb, expand, jerk against her
throat. How wonderful it was to hold the source of her pleasure
in her mouth like this, especially one so young and energetic!
As she sucked, she remembered other delights of the previous
hours, the feel of this lovely organ sliding inside her sex to
nestle within her folds of hot flesh. She remembered the wide
head pushing deep inside her, pressing against her womb, enclosed
totally within her vagina, the broad base of the shaft rasping
against her clitoris. Her pleasure had climbed with each
movement, her emotions spurred by each thrust of his muscular
body as he pumped his penis inside her sex.
She wanted him again, but she could not relinquish the penis
in her mouth. She dropped a hand between her legs, probed her sex
with her fingers and rubbed her clitoris in time with the
movements of her mouth up and down on his shaft. He seemed to
have hardened even more. The jerking came in regular waves and
his hips had begun to respond to the movements of her mouth. Was
he awake and feigning sleep? She glanced at his face and found
his eyes still closed. But his mouth had fallen open, and his
breathing was heavier, more intense. Was he dreaming? Was he
dreaming of a young girl or of her? What a delight it would be to
have him as a continuing lover, to have her body again and again
in his strong young arms, his penis plunging between her legs!
Germaine started as a slight moan escaped his lips, but he made
no movement, no other sound. She paused, but she kept her mouth
around the shaft. Then he slowly began sucking again, her tongue
licking the slick round head, concentrating on the sensitive area
underneath the helmet. She felt the organ jerk spasmodically, his
hips thrusting upward to jam his penis deeper in her mouth.
Her hand rubbed her sex more rapidly as she felt her own
emotions rising. She no longer cared whether he was awake or
asleep -- she wanted the culmination, the taste of her sperm in
her mouth. She hadn't had that yet. She had sucked him
previously, but not to a finish. He made love to her twice, a
gloriously fierce coupling, and now she wanted this.
Then she felt it, the jerking of the organ that signaled he
was about to come. Her own sex tightened, heaved, and shook
uncontrollably as a surge of pleasure gripped her vitals. Another
moan escaped his lips and his shaft trembled violently. An
instant later she tasted the hot sperm in her mouth, a thick
spurting, salty, copious, causing her to gulp. She held her mouth
rigid, her lips folded over her teeth to make a firm channel for
his penis. His hips lifted again as he continued ejaculating,
sliding himself in and out of her mouth, on and on, and she
rejoiced that he had come almost at the same moment that she
herself had climaxed.
Her tongue now rolled around the end of his penis, and she
tasted again the salty cream before she swallowed it, before the
organ grew soft. She pushed down and drew the last drops from
him. His shaft was still thick with his blood, but she could
already feel it softening.
When she pulled her mouth away and looked at his face, she
saw him with eyes open, smiling at her.
"I had the most marvelous dream," he said.
"Of me or of some young girl at the university?"
"What do you think?"
Laughing, she fell into his arms and kissed him.
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