The Devil's Sperm Is Cold (9 page)

She kissed his cheeks and lips and she smiled. “I’m still the old-fashioned woman under this chic dress,” she said. “I still want to have a man make me his. I still want to feel his seed grow inside me.” She ran her hand down his broad chest, over his belly, and onto his crotch, where his cock stirred lazily under her touch.

“My cunt is hungry for you, Manuel. Feed my cunt. Give it what it wants.”

He wanted her with growing lust mixed with astonishment. “Can it be that she still feels this way for me after all this time?” he thought.

As though reading his thought, she whispered, “Do you imagine your feeling for me is dead?”

Manuel let go of his doubts, his hesitation, and with a single gesture took Alma in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. At once, they merged into a single sensation, losing all sense of separateness as two beings. Manuel remembered how often they had verged on this, and how desperately he had wanted this, not to remain outside the woman, fucking her, but for both of them to enter the space of fucking together, so there was no one fucking and no one being fucked, but rather a fucking which happened of its own accord, in which they were both taken up and transported to a state of bliss.

Her mouth opened and sucked his tongue inside. The breath was pulled from his chest, and she breathed the air from his lungs, filling herself, and then emptying herself back into him, so that the same air went from body to body, without being dispersed. Her tongue pushed his back, hot and wet, forcing itself into his mouth, sending vibrations of pleasure down into his belly. He crushed her to him, his powerful arms enveloping her entirely, and she stretched out her legs so as to lie more easily against him. The two of them sank slowly to the floor, until they lay side by side, thighs touching thighs, his cock bulging out and into the hollow between her legs, her lush breasts flattened against his firm chest, their mouths hungrily eating at one another, trying to overcome a year’s fast with a single meal.

Alma pulled back, reeling from his kiss. Manuel’s face was a hollow mask of lust. His eyes were turgid with smoldering sex. Something deeper than he had planned on had been triggered in him, and his response had taken him far past the mildly erotic experience he had been expecting.

“My God, you can still do it to me like that,” she gasped. “I was so afraid that after all this, maybe I wouldn’t find you enough for me. That maybe I had become too sophisticated for you. But not down deep where it counts; down there, I’m still your woman.”

He looked at the woman in front of him. She had become undone, her hair falling out of its knot and starting to pile down her shoulders, her black robe slipping down her arms.

“I want to see you,” he said, “I want to see your cunt. I want to see that giant bush of black hair.”

She took his hand and guided it slowly under the robe, letting his fingers slide up her smooth thighs, and toward the moist center of her body. He could feel the warmth increasing as he approached her pussy, and then the first tickling of the pubic hair, the lustrous bush that went from halfway up her belly, down over her cunt, and into the cleft of her ass.

“I didn’t realize how much I’d missed you until now,” he said.

“This is what you missed,” she said, and led his fingers into the wet crack itself, past the crinkled outer lips, past the slippery inner lips, through the serrated hole at the core, and then into the hot wide cavern inside.

“This is what you missed,” she repeated, “this hot cunt that’s been waiting for you, that’s been aching to feel you inside.” She licked his throat as his hand went inside her. “Feel me now, Manuel; put your strong hands inside my creamy pussy. Make me moan the way you used to.”

Manuel needed little more urging, and he crooked his fingers into her cunt, reacquainting himself with its ridges and contours, and then pulled out to caress the tiny button at the top of the opening, the small clitoris that contained more capacity for sensation than any other organ of the body. As he touched her there, she groaned and her knees rose up toward her chest. He slid his hand down, the middle finger curving over the crack between her buttocks, and the rest of his hand rubbing the inward curve of the two cheeks on either side. He moved up and down, up and down, until she was crowing with pleasure. He stopped from time to time to tickle the small puckered hole that lay at the heart of his explorations, and then slipped up to finger her cunt again, returning at last to her clitoris, taking it between his fingers and rolling it around until she kicked with excitement. She was open and wet for him, letting him play with her however he wanted.

“Is it different with me than with other men?” he asked.

“You fool,” she replied. “Is it different with me than with other women? Is it like this with your Joan?”

He thought about it a moment. Yes, it was different with Alma. The false excitation was not there. There was no pretense, no sense of outrage or rape or seduction. It was not dirty. It was simply the full energy of a man and a woman going out to mingle and rejoice in the sheer joy of existence. He thought of Joan, and his brow furrowed. No, it could never be with Alma like it had been in the office. For what he had experienced with Joan was the pleasure of eating the forbidden fruit. It was in the realm of the mind, not of the body. It was something that was at the same time more and less than sex. But this, with Alma, was sex itself. It was healthy and right. And he could give himself without reserve, without tension, without considering anything with his brain.

He brought his hand up and began to slide her robe off the rest of her body. She wriggled and helped him with the task, and in a moment she was naked. He bit his lip between his teeth, for he had not been ready for the sheer luxury of her beauty. She saw him looking at her in that way, and her heart leapt with joy that he was so taken with her. It occurred to Manuel that nothing in the world, not a sunset, not a storm at sea, not a universe filled with galaxies, could begin to compare with the naked body of a beautiful woman for absolute splendor. It was the summation of all creation.

“I am all for you,” she said. “Please, take me, however you want.”

He bent forward and covered one breast with his lips. The flesh was firm and smooth on his tongue, and the pear-shaped tit slid easily between his teeth and filled his mouth. He licked the nipple, forcing his face into her chest. She put her hands on the back of his head and drew him to her even more closely. He licked the underside of her breast again and again, ending always at the very tip of her nipple, while with his left hand he squeezed and caressed her other breast, and with his right hand he continued to stroke her between her legs, getting her wetter and hotter with each moment. Her head rolled from side to side, her buttocks squeezed and relaxed, and her legs kicked lazily from side to side as he covered her with kisses.

“You too,” she said, “take your clothes off too.”

He started to undress, but she pushed him back. “Stand up,” she said. “I want to see you naked standing over me. I want to lie at your feet.”

Manuel stood up. He peeled off his shirt quickly, his muscular arms bulging with the movement, his broad chest jutting forward. Then he undid his belt, the top button, the zipper, and was pulling his pants down his legs. His cock, three-quarters erect, bobbed lazily forward, swinging in the air. It was thick, succulent, long. The head was purplish and ribbed around the edge. The staff itself was thickly veined like fine marble, while beneath the juicy phallus hung the two sacs, like hairy eggs sculpted by a mad surrealist. At the very tip of his cock glistened a drop of preseminal fluid. Alma curled her tongue out.

“Let me taste you,” she said. “Let me hold you in my mouth.”

He knelt slowly and brought his throbbing cock to her lips. She did not lift her head from the floor, but let him come all the way down. His cock slid into her mouth softly, and she did not suck him at once, but just let herself feel the heft and texture of his huge organ. Her tongue flicked the drop of fluid from the tip of his cock, and she swallowed it with relish, enjoying the tangy flavor, the symbolic pleasure of the act.

She mouthed his cock gently, and gradually it became completely stiff, and with that change, transformed its character. Now a nine-inch engine with a single purpose, it seemed to take on a life of its own. Manuel looked down at Alma. Her legs were spread apart, her cunt wet between them, her breasts flattened on her chest, her arms at her side with her hands curled; she was totally open and inviting, waiting for him to fuck her in the mouth. He put one hand on her pussy, slid a finger into the hot slimy slit, and watched as she convulsed with yearning. Her lips pursed and reached up to kiss his cock.

And with that, he shoved the immense rod into her mouth. He moved slowly at first, sliding up and down her tongue, and then going from side to side, bulging out her cheeks. He pulled out and grabbed his cock with one hand, and rubbed the head of it all over her face. She licked his balls. He pulled his cock as though he were masturbating, and she sucked the head of it between her lips, licking furiously, hungry for sperm. Finally, he thrust deep down into her throat, until the whole thing was buried in her face, and she was glued to his body, her lips lost in his curling pubic hair. She held herself like that for a long moment, and then began to gag. Her legs kicked up and her stomach clenched, and he pulled his cock out of her, leaving her gasping, her face flecked with spit.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Fuck my mouth hard. Don’t stop even if I gag. I want to choke on your cock.”

Instead he grabbed her arms and rolled her over on her stomach. With all the weight she had lost, her waist was now slender and shapely between the curve of her shoulders and the sudden sweep of her ass. Her legs, perfectly shaped, seemed vulnerable from behind. He towered over her, his huge bulk dwarfing her feminine fragility, his giant cock throbbing with need. But he put its desire aside and slid down the length of her body until he was resting with his head on her buttocks.

“Come up on your knees, Alma,” he said. “I want to see you with your ass in the air, and your cunt spread apart underneath it. Come on, show me everything you have.”

Trembling, she came to her knees. She placed her body the way she knew he liked it, with her head and shoulders on the floor, her spine curved in a parabolic sweep, and her ass flaring wide and open. He got down behind her, and brought his hands up to spread her cunt apart. It was already dripping with the secretions of excitement, and he moved up near her to lick the pearly drops from her thighs. She twitched at his touch.

“So beautiful, so beautiful,” he murmured, and moved his mouth to cover the infolded center. His eyes closed, he entered a space which could not be understood from outside. Alma’s cunt became the world for him, and when his tongue slithered into the complex gash, he was transported into a totally different sense of scale. At that point, the inside of her cunt might have been the entire universe, for it was all that existed for him.

For her, she could feel his concentration and complete involvement, and she too closed her eyes against the tears she felt rising in them. It had been so long since she had felt this. Other men had been more skillful than Manuel, or more experienced in technique, but no one else had ever given himself so fully to her. It was a gift he had, and she was certain that he had not known it with any other woman, for if he had, he would not have come back to her. She let her cunt be as wide as the ocean, and lost herself with him in the deep clinging kiss of his mouth against her lower mouth.

“Manuel, my sweet sweet lover,” she moaned, “make a feast of my cunt. Take my delicious pussy and suck it until there is nothing left.”

He drew her juices onto his tongue and let them slide down his throat. His hands went to her buttocks and spread the cheeks apart, his fingers digging into the thick curved flesh. She pushed her ass back further so he could penetrate more deeply into her. He sucked at her cunt until it was dry, and then he licked it with the flat of his tongue, flicking the clitoris and caressing the spongy lips. Then, moving up, he curled his tongue between her cheeks, and slid it into her puckered asshole, forcing his way in as she squirmed with the unorthodox sensations. He tossed his head to and fro, his hair piling about like a lion’s mane, corkscrewing his tongue around in the tiny opening.

Alma curved her spine until it seemed it must snap. She had begun a spiral of pleasure with Manuel that couldn’t end short of an explosion. As she opened her ass wider and wider, he dug his tongue deeper and deeper, causing her to spread even farther, which caused him to probe even more strongly. Her hands came up underneath her and found her cunt, one going inside the neglected hole and the other beginning to twirl her clitoris with ever more rapid strokes. She finger-fucked herself with mounting excitement as Manuel lavished all his attention on her ass, now biting the cheeks and the crack and the hole itself.

“Oh baby, I’m coming,” she cried. “With your mouth all over my ass, I’m coming on my fingers.” And pumping harder and harder, thrusting her hands into her pussy, she climbed the curve of excitement until the tremors began in her thighs, and the warmth began in her belly, and she let herself go, soaring and tumbling into the chaotic cataclysm of feeling that defined her orgasm.

As she came, Manuel wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her tightly into him so that he felt every tremor in her body as she reached her climax, and just as she was spending her juices, he brought his mouth down to suck them, hot and tangy from her pulsating cunt.

Afterwards, they lay quietly for a long time, listening to the fire pop, and letting waves of tingling fatigue wash over them, drifting in and out at the edges of sleep.

Finally, Manuel lifted himself off her body. His cock was soft, but bursting with sensation. It felt so tender that just to brush it against her leg was enough to make him feel like coming. Alma knew that he was going to fuck her now, and she tried to pull herself together to assimilate what had happened. She wanted him to wait a few minutes so she could be ready to receive him, but he was already arched over her, supporting his weight on his hands and feet, his arms and legs stiff. The only part of him that touched her was his cock, and he trailed it back and forth along the crack of her ass. She could feel it responding and slowly beginning to get hard.