8 comments/ 41056 views/ 10 favorites 15 Rue de l'Ascension Pt. 01 By: aubmat05 The hobnailed boots of Sergeant Henry Harris, Royal Engineers, rang against the cobblestones of the quiet suburban Parisian street. The locality was all but deserted, the streets strewn with horse manure, wet, cold and windswept on this unseasonal July evening. This must be the place, 15 Rue de l'Ascension. So many times Harris had heard of these places, exploits recounted in loving detail before wide-eyed recruits, knowing, wry references slipped into a conversation. Yet Harris had never visited himself, somehow an innate caution and unease had held him back. He had no sweetheart back home to think of, it didn't seem fair when the next day could bring bloody, violent death. More likely the idea of paying for sex had always seemed demeaning, that and fear of the clap had always held him back. This would be his first time to visit a brothel. Despite all the experience and relative wordliness of his twenty-six years, Harris felt tense and anxious. He had done his research carefully, a nice, quiet, discrete, clean establishment, where there would be no rowdy interruptions or outbursts, no con-men or other hangers on, no overpriced drinks. Harris has also timed his arrival so that hopefully the establishment would not be too busy, he wanted to have a reasonable choice and not to be hurried. He only hoped he could find an at least passable girl, once he had paid up, that would be it. Harris's mind was made up, however. The offensive was on. No-one said so openly, but it was common knowledge, the considerable movements of foot soldiers and artillery were unmistakeable. Within a week he could be dead, or even worse, badly disfigured or mutilated, destined to return home to a life of pity, penury and dependence. It was so long since he had felt a woman's touch, he yearned for it with his whole being. Harris had kept his distance for a long time, slightly sullen and mistrustful. He enjoyed very strong bonds of comradeship with the men of his company, his men. What did women know of true love, of genuine sacrifice... All Harris wanted was some physical satisfaction, and maybe a little emotional tenderness and a kind word. Harris knocked firmly and methodically at the door. For some moments, silence. This was the right place all right. Finally, muffled footsteps could be heard. A balding, stout doorman opened. Seeing Harris's uniform and Sergeant's stripes, he wordlessly admitted him inside. The Madame rose to greet him, a large, shrewd woman of raven black hair tied up in a bun. She looked Harris appraisingly up and down. Yet another novice, she thought to herself. Not been anywhere near a brothel in his life, and probably desperate for some action before he goes off to get killed. Well, he'll be easily taken care of. Nice looking boy, though, well above the norm for this place. Harris was indeed a nice looking boy. Tall, upright and wiry, he carried an air of natural authority about him. His short, dark brown hair was neatly brushed back, his upper lip slightly paler where a moustache had recently been shaved off. He looked clean, fit and well-groomed. Payment made, Harris cast his eye impassively around the salon. A large, heavy but somewhat depleted bar ran the length of one wall. Wartime shortages were cutting deep. Four or five girls sat around, waiting for clients. Mostly brunettes, quite stocky and fleshy, none of them under thirty. Slim pickings indeed. There was no obvious sign of any other clients being entertained. Harris strode casually to the bar and ordered himself a cognac. Ah well, I'm in no hurry, I can wait. I'll give it a little while and if things don't improve, take one of these girls and be on my way. He couldn't help but feel disappointed, however. After a short while, Harris felt a light tap on his arm. He turned to find a pair of the clearest blue eyes staring up at him. The girl held out her hand, 'Marion, enchantée.' Harris automatically raised the delicate hand to his lips, gazing at her. The mutual attraction was powerful and immediate. She was a lovely girl, Harris thought. Quite short, about five foot three, and pleasingly plump, with a round, almost cherubic face. A kind face, full if warmth and emotion. She was slightly pale, probably about twenty four or five. Her dark blonde hair was short and slicked back in a way that Harris found bold, genuine and very sensual. Her make-up was not overstated and had been skilfully and subtly applied: mascara and the obligatory deep red lipstick. Marion wore a simple bead double necklace around her neck, and a matching bracelet. Her silver dress was not genuine silk, but it suited her very well and finely accentuated her full backside. Gently, Marion took Harris by the arm and led him to her room. Once there, and with the door closed behind him, Marion turned to greet him with a warm, generous smile. The room was quite small, but reasonably comfortable. The walls were whitewashed, with one or two simple framed photographs of the Paris cityscape for decoration. A warm rug covered the polished wooden floor, and a solid fuel cast iron heater in the corner added considerable and necessary warmth. The bed was reasonably sized, and Harris was relieved to see that the linen was newly changed. He had paid a little extra, but he could afford to, and it was worth it. There was also a rather threadbare chaise longue, and a laquer side table with some aperitifs on it ready. A large, imposing mirror stood at the foot of the bed. A large number of candles dotted about the horizontal surfaces of the room lent it a deep, heavy erotic glow. Marion advanced towards Harris and methodically unbuttoned his tunic, taking it to be hung up behind the door. She unexpectedly stooped down before unfastening his heavy boots and also placing those by the door. Marion crossed to the laquer side table, uncorked a bottle and poured out two full glasses of red wine. She returned, passing one to Harris. She gazed at him for a moment, measuring him up. God yes, she had been right. A real man, a real soldier. None of your portly, fragrant staff officers or your sweaty palmed mothers boys here. Through experience, Marion could immediately surmise a lot about him. Here was a man in complete control of his rational self, a man who had known death, deprivation and considerable suffering. A man hardened by battle experience, whose sensual, emotional side had been dulled by the rigours of military service. A man who, like her, understood better than most the implicit value of being alive, and who was able to methodically indulge himself in the immediate moment. And yet, for all that, Marion could immediately sense that Harris was not an experienced lover, that he was a complete novice in a brothel, cautious and a little uncertain. Marion loved encounters like these. She felt a deep well of desire, excitement and passion start to build up deep within her. For all her sexual experience and skill, the flutter of nervous tension, the uncertainty and vulnerability of genuine sexual attraction was also present. She felt a little light headed. God, am I going to teach you a thing or two tonight, she thought to herself. She gestured to Harris to join her on the chaise longue. She sat sideways on to him and looked him in the eye as they brought their glasses together. Marion knew from experience that it was not good to ask a soldier too many questions about himself. It immediately turned the conversation to war, death and suffering, suppressed secrets and trauma. It was far more effective for her to tell a little about herself. She took Harris's left hand in her own. 'So, my name is Marion. I'm twenty-six years old. I do this job because I have to, nothing more or less. There are good days and ... not so good days. You can relax with me and be yourself.' Marion continued to gaze at Harris steadily. 'I'm very good at what I do. Because I'm well established here, nearly three years now, the Madame trusts me and lets me keep this room all to myself. When business isn't too heavy, like tonight, I can choose whether to keep a lover with me all night, if I want to. That's all.' Her English was very good and only lightly accented. Marion couldn't wait any longer. She stood up in front of Harris, four or five feet away from him. Her head tilted back slightly, her face a mask of desire and tension and her eyes fixed on Harris with a cold, lascivious stare, Marion ever so slowly raised her dress so that it was bunched about her waist. Harris was treated to the incredibly beautiful sight of Marion's firm, creamy rounded thighs, offset by her black stockings which ended in upper thigh and accentuated still further her wondrously fine flesh. She wore no suspenders. Harris couldn't have moved a muscle even if he had wanted to. He was quite hard now. Marion treated Harris to a teasing view of her white silk panties, which perfectly accentuated the mound of her pussy. Harris had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. Marion turned round, offering this desperately tense young soldier a view of her fine rounded buttocks, wonderfully accentuated by the contours of her panties and her plain black cotton stockings. Marion went further – she was going to drive this man crazy with lust. Rarely, if ever, had she felt so powerful, so in control of her deep, complex sexuality. Marion leaned forward slightly, pulling her dress over her head and casting it aside as she did so. She spread her feet apart further, while keeping her legs straight but continuing to lean forward, in order to better accentuate the view of her buttocks, no more than five feet away from Harris's almost disbelieving eyes. Marion placed her hands on each of her buttocks behind her, and then drew in the silk material further into the cleft of her rump, further offering and exposing her buttock flesh, so that it was no more than a thin seam rising up to the curvature of her waist. Then Marion employed either hand to pull her buttocks apart still further, offering Harris her posterior in all its rounded perfection. No more than a thin strip of silk covered her buttocks, concealing her delicate anal opening, and further down the beginning of her vaginal entrance. Marion glanced behind her, her heart pounding with desire. Harris's eyes were of course riveted on her, desperate with lust, but she couldn't believe that he wasn't yet making any effort to manually stimulate himself. These inhibited English, she smiled to herself as she turned round. Marion advanced on Harris and pulled him gently towards her. She placed her hand lightly on the back of his neck and pulled him up towards her. They immediately shared an intense, passionate kiss. Marion used her tongue and lips to slow Harris down a little, to remind him of the necessary eroticism of the moment. Still, she could understand, it must have been so long for him ...Marion gently flicked her tongue into Harris's mouth, exploring and teasing, gently biting on his lip. She wanted to cause him the slightest pain, to leave her desire in no doubt. As they kissed, Marion's slender, slim fingers worked at Harris's shirt, pulling it open and then away from him. Marion stepped back for a moment, gazing at his fine manly chest. Harris was not well-built, but he was fit, firm and sinewy. Marion grazed her fingers across the thin mat of black chest hair, tracing away ever so lightly with her fingertips down towards his abdomen and groin. A healed scar on Harris's left shoulder caught her eye, a war wound no doubt. Marion leaned across and kissed it with the lightest of touches. Then Marion allowed her soft, sensuous lips to continue their progress away across his firm, thick neck, applying one or two lascivious licks as she did so, before moving down to his breast. Marion applied delicate, langurous tongue movements to each of his nipples, lightly biting and squeezing as she did so. Harris closed his eyes and shuddered with pleasure. He felt Marion's hand move towards his groin and start to unhurriedly caress him through his trousers. Oh yes, firm, of good girth, and very hard ... Marion continued to apply long, lascivious kisses to Harris's chest. Harris pulled the back of Marion's head towards him, and they exchanged a further long, passionate kiss. As they did so, Marion continued to caress his cock, a little more urgently now. She was normally very good at maintaining control, but this man was pushing her very close to the edge. Her skilled right hand started to work at Harris's belt, loosening it, easing down the flies before quickly slipping her hand inside. God yes, his cock was wonderfully hard and hot, straining against the plain white cotton of his white issue underwear. She continued to rhythmically stimulate him as she eased down his trousers and kicked them away. With a gasp of passion Marion tore herself away, and stared at Harris for a moment, wanting him, taunting him. He was far too turned on to hold back now. He advanced upon her and lowered his mouth to her delicate white neck. His kisses were passionate, urgent and a little too hard. Quickly sensing this, Harris slowed down a little as he moved his mouth down towards her breasts. They were quite small, but well formed, and beautifully accentuated by the white silk bra she was still wearing. Harris lowered his mouth to her right breast, almost completely covering it with his face. He gave long, stimulating kisses to her nipple through the bra, his breath was hot and full of desire. Marion felt a large, firm hand pull down her bra strap, then firmly pull down the thin silk restraining fabric covering her breast. For such an untrained lover, he was remarkably good, sensuous animal instinct must be having its effect. Harris applied light, delicate, stimulating licks to her already hard broad pink nipple. He continued to tease a little while before taking the nipple fully into his mouth and lightly sucking on it. Then the same with the other breast, more light, delicate sucking. Marion gasped lightly and closed her eyes with pleasure. She felt her bra being unfastened behind her and then eased to the floor. Marion wanted more. She held up each of her pale, wonderfully stimulated breasts and fed each of them in turn into Harris's wet and hungry mouth. She smiled down tenderly at him and ran her fingers through his hair. Presently, Marion gave Harris a light shove and pushed him back on to the chaise longue, where he waited, sprawled and lustful. Marion stood before him, her legs slightly spread, her hands on her hips in a defiant, powerful gesture. She lowered her right hand down to her mound and began to gently masturbate herself through her silk panties for his pleasure. She spread her legs a little further in order to give herself better access. Her eyes were fixed on Harris as he breathed in every part of her beauty. With a rough, frank movement, Marion hauled down her panties so that they were left stretched across her legs in mid thigh, thin, fragrant, and already slightly damp with her juices. Harris was treated for the first time to the wondrous sight of Marion's pussy, a fine, thick tangled mass of brown pubic hair, only slightly trimmed around the edges so as to fit her panties. Marion bit her lip slightly. She traced her right index finger down to her already sopping cleft and began to gently rub up and down. For a little while she caressed, before adding a second finger, rubbing and stimulating. Harris was transfixed. Using the fingers of her left hand to luxuriate and knead her pubic bush, Marion slipped her right index finger inside herself and began to penetrate and explore. She was quite wet, and this exploration of her vaginal walls brought her great pleasure. She withdrew her finger and drew it into her mouth, savouring the thick, heady musk of her vulva on them. Marion stepped lightly out her panties, and moved over to Harris. Leaning down before him, she lightly rubbed her panties, full of her womanly musk, across Harris's now damp abdomen and chest. His breath was already quick and she could detect the deep pounding of his heart. And then up to his neck, face and nose, allowing him every opportunity to breathe in her exquisite womanhood. Marion placed her soft silk panties in Harris's hand, allowing him to knead and caress them. Her cool blue eyes reminded him that she was still in complete control. With a final defiant glance, she lowered her face to Harris's sweating chest and began to lick. Marion continued her downward progress, licking and sucking on his manly flesh as she went. Harris felt simply light headed with desire. Now naked but for her black stockings, Marion now sat crouched in front of him. It was a submissive posture which was equally arousing to her and to her clients. Marion reached down and fondled Harris's damp, hard testicles through his cotton shorts. With one slow deliberate movement of her mouth, she worked her lips all the way up the length of his long shaft to where the head almost peeped out from the cloth. Taking the tip of the shorts between her teeth, she started to tug them down, using her fingers to assist her. Harris's hard, desperate cock sprang free. Marion bent down and applied herself to slowly and gently licking Harris's shaft. She started on his round, firm testicles, breathing in his sweat and musk, kissing and nibbling, all the while rhythmically caressing them with her right hand. His penis, she reckoned, was nearly eight inches, with a fine, thick girth. Pale and lightly veined, the extensive candlelight in the room lent it a warm, erotic glow. Slowly and methodically Marion licked her way up his shaft, firstly short teasing licks, then followed by stronger, longer, more sustained lascivious movements. Harris's eyes closed in pleasure. All the while Marion was experimenting, working out the best ways to experiment and please him. Yes, it was these longer, languorous movements that were working well for him, as was the case for the majority of men. Marion took Harris's cock in both his hands and began to gently and methodically wank him up and down, measuring and encouraging his hardness. She gazed steadily into Harris's eyes. 'I'm going to take you to a place you never knew existed, to show you just how, when the mood takes her, a woman can really please a man. Your manhood will be completely controlled, stimulated and fucked by my tender hands and mouth. Are you ready for that?' Marion gave Harris a knowing grimace. Then, staring all the while at him, she began to flick her light, sensuous tongue across the throbbing, shiny head of Harris's cock. From side to side she licked, around the top, and a series of long, lingering licks up the most sensitive underside to the head. All the while, Marion used both her hands to gently and rhythmically masturbate him. The long, loving, sensitive licks around the glans were driving Harris wild, he started to stretch and writhe in his seat, wanting to prolong the ecstasy but also fearful that she would bring him to climax too soon. He need not have worried, Marion was rapidly proving herself to be an accomplished, expert cocksucker. Marion dribbled some hot, thick saliva onto the head and then used some more languorous licks to work it in more fully. With a final challenging glance at Harris, she bent down and took the whole of the delicious, hard glans into her mouth. She transferred her left hand down to her groin and began to rhythmically frig her already damp pussy. Marion worked her lips further down Harris's shaft, getting a sense of how hard she could suck him. Her mouth was relatively small and she had to be careful not to suck too much at first for fear of over-stimulating him. Harris let out an involuntary low groan of pleasure, her warm, busy, caressing lips felt incredible on him. God, what a good and sensuous lover she was! Marion advanced still further until she had as much of him in her mouth as she could take, before moving back up again. And then again, repeating the same movement, building up a slow deliberate rhythm pleasurable both to herself and to Harris. Aware of Harris's relative inexperience, she was cautious and very anxious that he should not climax too quickly. She wanted to make love to this cock for the rest of the night, it was literally that, as she both physically and emotionally embraced and stimulated the whole of his manhood. What a fine, wonderful man, how frustrated and lonely he must have been! What a pleasure it was to have him all to herself! 15 Rue de l'Ascension Pt. 01 After a little while, Marion came up for a breath. She needed to rest her jaw, and some more skilled, unhurried tongue work across the head allowed her to do that. From time to time, she gave Harris a tender, cheeky smile, showing him that she was savouring it and reassuring him that she wanted it as much as he did. It was an erotic contact by turns passionate, considered and tender, as Marion judged and controlled the arousal of her lover perfectly. Marion pursed her lips and enveloped Harris's shaft once again, although he didn't give a great deal of physical response she could tell how much he was enjoying it. The pace of the regular up and down movements on Harris's shaft increased a little as his lust mingled with her own, from time to time he made further thrusting movements of his groin, trying to increase further both his penetration and level of stimulation. God, she was incredibly good. Oh God I need MORE Harris thought to himself. Taking hold of the back of Marion's head he rhythmically forced her up and down on his shaft, increasing the penetration but not the momentum. Marion was quite used to this reflex reaction, she didn't always allow it, but sometimes, like tonight, it turned her on greatly to be made to suck more deeply. The fingers of her left hand were working desperately around her labia and clit. Repeatedly Harris's cock hit the back of her throat. It made her feel at once so submissive, so dirty, yet also so powerful. On they went, until Marion started to tire, and she came up for breath. She licked her lips with understated appreciation. Now it was her turn. She got up lightly and crossed over to the bed. The large mirror had been strategically placed a few feet from the foot of the bed, so that both parties could enjoy their lovemaking with pure voyeuristic pleasure. Marion lay on the bed on her back, propped up on her elbows. She raised her knees and splayed her legs wide apart, blatantly offering herself to Harris, who needed no further invitation. Her cheap black cotton stockings contrasted wonderfully with her pale white flesh, he wanted to tear them off her. Everything about Marion's body language, her bright easy confidence said Come and take me, and do what you will with me. Taking control of himself, Harris leant across her and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, then more passionately on the lips. He was determined to repay her loving passion in full. He lowered his head and again started to work his tongue and lips across her breasts, then her belly. God, he had the most wonderful warm tongue, Marion's flesh was tingling with the anticipation of what Harris was about to do to her. Her small, shapely breasts jutted out, proud, aroused and erect. Harris may be inexperienced, but his instincts were good, he had genuine natural sensual desire, the instinct to arouse and satisfy female pleasure, and in a straightforward, uncomplicated way that pleased her. Marion threw her head back in pleasure, a warm smile playing across her lips as Harris's caresses commenced on her belly and inner thighs. He was deliberately teasing with careful, delicate kisses, yes he had a real natural lover's instincts alright. At last Harris found his way to her sex. Despite her desire, Marion allowed Harris to take his time, understanding how important it was for him to learn and experiment. Harris found her cunny magnificently, wondrously beautiful. Her legs already being splayed open as they were, he already enjoyed a fine view. Harris was fascinated by the thick, generous mat of brown pubic hair, he reached out and played with it a little, running the beautiful coarse hair between thumb and forefinger. Her fine, thick pubic growth extended down on either side of her labia, beautiful and unfettered, right down to her anal opening. Her outer lips were pale and soft beneath her abundant pubic growth. Harris was fascinated by the thick, distended pink labia, turning a shade of pale brown towards the outside. Her vulva was already slightly open, and it was not difficult to see how her cunt had become more distended and practised over time. Inside, Harris could already see the sticky moisture of her arousal. She was so beautiful, all the while Marion drank in Harris's wonderment with a relaxed, serene smile, so many times had she seen that very look of wonderment. Harris reached tentatively forward and kissed Marion on her pubic mound, experiencing for the first time the sharp prickle of her coarse hair against his cheeks and mouth, breathing in the curious, unique scent of her sexual arousal. Harris carefully made his way further downward. A last uncertain glance at Marion's face was met with a gentle, reassuring smile. Harris moved in, applying light gentle kisses to each fleshy mound on either side of her opening, all the way down and then back up again. Encouraged, he started to kiss her thick, damp, labia, applying his tongue and lips ever so gently. A wondrous, curious taste and texture started to fill his mouth and nostrils. Harris was understandably a little clumsy, but Marion let him take his time, giving him little low moans and words of encouragement from time to time 'Go on, mon amour, nice and gentle, .....that's nice .... oh that's so nice my love ....keep on .....in that spot .... in that place' Harris, emboldened, gave a long slow, deliberate lick the length of her vulva, upwards towards the clitoris. Oh God YES that was it. Marion immediately closed her eyes and threw her head back in pleasure. And then another long, slow, deliberate lick. And another. Oh my God yes Marion thought. Harris's long, warm tongue had a wonderful, languorous quality to it, at once soothing and stimulating her hot, anxious vulva. Harris continued to methodically lap away at her, now allowing his tongue to penetrate her a little more deeply with long regular strokes. Marion was now becoming seriously aroused. Through half closed eyes she stared down at her lover with loving tenderness, appreciating his application, desire to please, and no little skill – many supposedly 'experienced' male lovers had no knowledge of how to please a woman in this way. Looking behind Harris's shoulder into the mirror, her arousal only increased at the sight of him methodically and tenderly working her cunt, his short, dark hair buried deep between her splayed open legs. She was utterly open and exposed, and that only turned her on all the more. She placed her hands on the back of her head in order to encourage him and reassure him how much she wanted his tongue inside her. Harris, gathering confidence, began to penetrate her more deeply with his tongue. He reached up each of his hands underneath her now sweating buttocks, and used his firm fingers to give himself greater purchase and to hold her open more fully. The insistent application of his thumbs on the fleshy mound either side of her vulva opened her as they both wished, her pink, shining cunthole now lay fully exposed before him, glistening with both his saliva and her now increasingly copious juices. Both were becoming heady with lust, Harris was intoxicated by the wonderful, sweet, spicy aroma of her sex. His cheeks and chin were now soaked by the exertion of the cunnilingus, her delicious, sweet, intimate womanhood seemed to fill his very being. Marion stared down at him, waiting, her lower lip continually flexing, her breath coming in short gasps. Harris was producing incredible, arousing sensations within her, her whole stomach and abdomen was filled with conflicting light, airy impulses. Understanding and sharing her desire, and having taken breath, Harris resumed with more of the same long, deliberate licks the length of her vulva. The licking continued, penetrating, exploring, teasing, Harris now experimenting with short stabbing movements of the tongue, tracing and caressing her vaginal walls. He felt Marion's hands on the back of his head very insistently now. At last Harris found her hard, angry clit. Marion's head immediately jerked back as she gave an involuntary shudder. Good, but too hard. Harris, understanding, eased off, and instead circled her engorged little bud more generously. Marion was being driven wild with passion, it seemed that the mere movement of Harris's hot breath over her desperate clitty would bring her over the edge. Harris again approached her clit, with the lightest, most sensuous backwards and forwards movements. A low whimper of pleasure met his caress, then another ...and another. Marion's eyes were tightly closed beneath her mascara as she fought for breath, her breasts and stomach were now coated in a light sheen of sweat. Muffled, desperate cries began to intermingle with her whimpers of pleasure... 'Ooooohh ....ooooohhhhhhmmmm ahhhhmooonndd ...uuuhhh eeeuuuuuhhhhuuuiiiiiii vassssiiiii uuuhhh ....vasssssiiiii' Marion threw her head back as a shudder of pleasure overcame her. Few, very few men, had been able to do this to her. Harris continued to toy with and tease her clit, now gently, now a little harder, using a variety of licking movements and directions, starting from time to time to suck and nibble. A continual chorus of light, anxious gasps of pleasure, mingled with moans of anguish, almost disbelief, descended upon him from above... 'Oooooaaaahhh ahh ahh ahhhh ah mon .... Ahh nnooooooooon uuueeeeeehhhhhhhhh ooooooohhhhhhhhaiaiii' Continued impulses of pleasure and desire tore their way through Marion's abdomen and chest from her desperately engorged clit, to the very core of her being. Harris knew that she couldn't take much more. He very gently took her clit into his mouth and sucked rhythmically and methodically. For a few moments Marion writhed, her damp hands clamped against the back of Harris's dear head. She shuddered as at last the powerful orgasm hit her, her head thrown back, her eyes tight shut. The faintest cry trailed off into a silent, desperate scream of pure ecstasy. Marion fell back on the soft, thick linen, fighting for breath. Harris simply lay his cheek against her thigh and held her still clenching palm to give reassurance. Marion took several minutes to recover. Shortly, with all the strength left in her, Marion hauled up Harris on top of her by the shoulders. Without hesitation, she kissed him lightly on his sweaty forehead, and then on the lips, gently, carefully and with great tenderness. They looked deep into each other's eyes, searching for meaning. A new understanding, a new curiosity, a new passion was visible in the exquisite, deep blue pools of Marion's eyes. Harris knew that he would never forget that expression. He felt humbled, beguiled as a whole new level of existence opened up before him, it was as though he were looking at eternity itself. Marion's searching lips brought him back to reality, a new powerful urgency expressing itself in her kisses. She held him tightly by the back of the neck, needing more of him. Suddenly the full force of Harris's still unsated arousal hit him. He felt Marion's free hand start to gently encircle and envelop his already aroused member with skilful, delicate finger movements. There was nothing unduly forced or urgent about her manipulation, her control of rhythm and pace was perfect. They were both ready, and could wait no longer. Harris adjusted himself a little to make himself more comfortable, he noticed absent-mindedly that the bed height was intentionally perfect for this kind of intercourse. Pausing a moment, and keeping a steady eye contact with Marion, he carefully entered her. The slightest, tender smile played across her lips as he entered her already sodden and needy vagina without difficulty. Ohhhh God that feels incredible Harris thought to himself, he couldn't believe how good the caressing warmth of her vaginal walls felt. He was a still a little cautious and tentative, and Marion was well used to reading this kind of situation. She simply waited, wrapping her firm legs round his back for further encouragement, allowing him to establish himself. Harris began to move within her, his eyes closed with the lust and intimacy of the movement. Still Marion watched attentively, watching carefully for the signals that would tell her how to accommodate herself to him, and to increase their pleasure. Oh he felt so nice, not the most skilled or the best endowed, but he was of a pleasing girth, and his now rhythmical movements within her had a pleasing charm and character of their own... Harris felt confident enough to raise the tempo, but he still wasn't yet fully relaxed. Marion wanted this to be more intimate, an emotional as well as a physical interchange that he would never forget. She pulled him down further on top of him, she wanted to feel his hard, sweaty body covering her, protecting her. Again, they continued to exchange a series of long, tender, passionate kisses as their lovemaking increased in intensity. Harris was starting to feel the regular, rhythmical contractions of her vagina which afforded him great pleasure. They moved together, a firm, regular rhythm now established between them which was mutually pleasurable to both. For Harris, this was so good, this sense of strength and power, and the certainty that he was giving great pleasure. Marion had enjoyed his stimulation greatly, but she also wanted to try something else, she pushed him lightly but insistently back. They rested for a brief moment. Marion's voyeuristic impulses took hold of her. She repositioned herself on her side, towards the foot of the bed, so that she was some five feet away from the large, heavy mirror at its foot. Harris understood what she wanted. He lay beside her but behind her back, and then snaked his right forearm around her pale waist. Marion took his hand in hers, holding it in position there. Marion reached her head behind her for a moment as they indulged in a languorous, passionate kiss, their extended tongues swirling and intertwining around each other's. Harris applied light, tender kisses to the side of her head, ear and cheek, marvelling in the beauty of her straight, now sweat-dampened hair. Marion raised her right leg as they continued to kiss. Harris entered her again, very easily this time. He was now very hard, light-headed with lust, approaching a degree of physical exhaustion, and desperate to climax – he knew he couldn't hold it back much longer. He knew he had to start letting go, there was a new, higher, still more intense level of eroticism he still wanted to experience. Still holding her tightly around the waist, holding her close, wanting to feel her intimately close to him as he took her, he gradually began to build up a firmer, faster, more insistent rhythm. Marion looked at herself in the mirror. Holding her right leg in an upwards position with her right hand, her toes flexing delicately towards the ceiling, she had a fine, uninterrupted view of Harris's shaft starting to work her with fierce, deliberate intensity. They were both fascinated by the steady movements of his hard, thick member between her now fully stretched labia, his shaft now glistening with the juices of her copious arousal. Harris increased the tempo still further. Marion gave a shudder of pleasure, her eyes tightly closed as she willingly gave herself to the full force of this virile soldier's assault. She loved the fierce, intense, animal sensations Harris was creating deep within her, it made her feel so possessed, so wanted. Marion moved her free left hand down to her clit as Harris continued to vigorously fuck her all the while. Oh God yes that was it Oh yes Oh yessssss.... Marion emitted a low whine of ecstasy as the combination of her own stimulation and Harris's movements within her brought her inexorably to a sudden shuddering orgasm. Marion collapsed back against the sheet, only half conscious with the wonderful sensations Harris was creating within her, exquisite feelings of penetration and womanhood which reached to the very core of her being. Marion lay, dazed by the conflicting physical and erotic sensations which assailed her, but she knew she had to give Harris one last effort. She responded back to Harris's thrusts with ever increasing intensity, wonderful, profound, sensual contractions. At last neither could take any more. Marion brought him over the edge. Harris's whole body stiffened, he held Marion very tightly about the waist as the tremendous orgasm overcame him. He could only emit a low, incoherent groan as the almost indescribable joy caused by his ejaculating member overwhelmed his senses. On and on it went, spurt after thick spurt, utterly filling Marion and reaching into her womb itself. A thin cry of pure animal release escaped Marion's lips as this wonderful, hot, thick, pulsing ejaculation brought her over the edge again, her orgasm a mass of purity and sensual pleasure. At least the thick, heavy pulsing receded... Still Harris gripped Marion tightly about the waist. In response, Marion held Harris's hand in place there with her own, each soaked in their own and each other's sweat, trembling with exhaustion. Harris, quite spent, fell back against the sheets. Marion, for a very rare moment, felt utterly at peace, utterly taken, and allowed herself to rest back against Harris, his sinewy arms still entwined about her... Very soon they were asleep as their mutual exhaustion overtook them.