She now began crying out loudly while I pounded, “yes, yes, yes!” my motion back and forth inside her, my hands gripping her hips tightly. She was shaking her head as if in utter disbelief, her cries reaching higher volumes the faster I begun thrusting, again and again.
I suddenly fell over to one side, bringing her with me. It took a moment to reposition but soon I was banging her from the side, my one hand lifting up her one leg to give me better access and at length, that leg stayed hoisted in the air, my other arm having been looped under and around her, coming up on the other side to fondle her bouncing breasts. It seemed to me she had no more breath to emit, could not issue out a sound but I saw her mouth was gaped open, saw how painful was her expression.
We climaxed at the same time. But I did not stop, not yet. I kept thrusting, my guy once more doing me proud, still stiff and still going. By then my African Queen’s entire body was jittery, shaking like one being electrocuted, her screams diminished of its previous intensity, settling down into a steady moan.
When I was done for real, I collapsed onto my back, was out of breath and drenched in sweat. When I looked over, it was no different for her.
Eventually, she got up and I watched her pad over to the curtains. She flung them open, opened the door and the both of us were met by the evening’s refreshing chill.
I leaned over the bed, took up a match laying there on the bedside table and lit the candle next to it. Of what happened next, you already know.
Chapter 10
I stayed the night, woke up the next morning feeling as if I’d slept for three days straight. My African Queen lay next to me on her front, a breast mooshed between her and the mattress, her eyes closed, her face peaceful, her black hair dishevelled.
I sighed with satisfaction, recalling last night’s antics; we’d banged a total of five times until both of us could do it no longer. We were quick to fall into a deep and well-needed sleep where I dreamed of absolutely nothing.
I now brushed off the covers from my body, let a leg hang over the side of the bed, my arms lifted, my elbows bent, my hands resting behind my head. I smiled at the ceiling, thinking that never in my life had I ever experienced such sexual satisfaction than what was achieved last night. Sure, I have had some pretty awesome encounters, with some pretty amazing woman, skilful, experienced and as eager I was. But never to such extent as last night. It was as if it had been my first time with a woman, the proceedings anticipated, but never fully understood, not realized until they actually happened.
Who was this woman?
I looked over, my eyes journeying past her head to her back, then the slight view of her crack, the sheet that concealed her naked body, rising like a mountain over the woman’s marvelous behind. I couldn’t help myself, I reached over and began guiding a finger across her naked back and soon, unintentionally so, I woke my African Queen.
She made a sound of pleasure, a sleepy sound. She never opened her eyes but I saw her mouth curve into a pleasing smile. Suddenly, an arm that had been enfolded beneath her body, slipped out and disappeared again beneath the sheet that covered my own nakedness. It was as if her hand had eyes, for it knew where exactly it was going and I gasped softly when that hand took on the full measure of my morning-glory.
I fell back again onto my back and she went to work, slowly massaging the length of my shaft until she began becoming more thorough. I was enjoying it so much I hadn’t noticed her shift from her side of the bed. But eventually, when opening my eyes, I saw that she had moved to cover my cock with her mouth.
She sucked like a champ, never abating, never once taking a break. But she brought in some help. While she sucked, her hand stroked the shaft. I could not have imagined this feeling any better than it had felt last night but right now, I would have been right if I had.
I was close to cuming. She, at last, gave up the suck, committed wholly to giving me over to a climax that came solely through the stimulation of her hands.
None of us heard the front door open. Or perhaps none of us cared.
I gripped the edge of the bed in preparation; if the edge of the bed had been a throat, I would have choked it to death when finally my climax was reached. I cried out in absolute pleasure, nothing but the sensation of it all able to enter my awareness. But once the pivotal moment subsided I suddenly realized that we were not alone; I looked up, my African Queen was on all fours upon the bed, her amazing breasts hanging like dark chandeliers in a ballroom. A face of horror, however, was wrought on her expression.
I was dazed, and so I barely made out the image of my father standing there by the doorway.
“My love!” I heard my African Queen exclaim. “Husband!” She was moving off the bed now.
“Son?” my father said, shocked, angry, disbelieving, eyes set blazing at me.
“Son?” my African Queen suddenly cried, looking back at me with more horror telling on her face than when first she saw my father.
“Hi dad,” I said, smiling, feeling too good, too relaxed to let the old neglectful father ruin the moment. It would become a morning the three of us would never forget in our entire lives.
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