6 comments/ 40970 views/ 2 favorites The Lady from Lebanon By: alphata Life was fine in Syria, relaxed and exciting at the same time. My sexual experiences over time had proven much richer than ever expected and I had no reason to complain. Although not permanently bound to one specific woman, the occasional encounters brought about an immense amount of intensity. I knew this could not go on forever in such a loose way, but why not take it now as it was? Time was here for me to try out and make new experiences. In this relaxed mood, I sat out in a street cafe one sunny afternoon, sipping cappuccino and enjoying the laid-back weekend atmosphere. I was with Samira, one of the women I had gotten to know quite intimately on one occasion, and under quite special circumstances. After that episode with her and her friend Zahra, which we both found very exciting, we had decided to continue in a different direction. The attraction was there, but not so much as to lead us to bed again. We had reached a very open communication, on a friends-only basis. We talked about society, love, sex -- the endless stories. Samira was wicked in a positive sense, so she always came out with new ideas for herself. On this afternoon, however, she had one for me. "So tell me, how has your love life been lately?" she asked me with absolute nonchalance and her usual provocative smile. "Well, I cannot complain! Nothing stable, but really, I don't feel the urge to have something going all the time." And seeing her mocking look, I hurried to relativise: "Seriously, I am quite satisfied at the moment just the way it is." I did not really want to tell her about my recent episode with the Egyptian woman in Amman. That was something too private, too extravagant, too daring. And besides, I cherished the memories of Eshe so that I did not want to spoil our encounter by going around and telling everybody. "So you are becoming more settled now?" Samira teased me. "No more exciting experiences, hm?" She looked down, feigning disappointment. She shrugged: "So I guess I will have to go ask somebody else..." I raised an eyebrow: "Ask what?" "Well, ask for what I had in mind...!" "No Samira, don't be like that. You have something on your mind! Either you let me in on that or you stop teasing around." I hesitated for a moment: "You did not want to hit on me, did you?" Her smile broadened: "My dear, we both know that this has its particular attraction, but we do not want to get involved anymore. No, no, I had something different in mind. But if you are as stable and well-behaved as you say, then it would not make sense to share it with you..." This evoked a smile: "Alright, ok, you got me. Now what is it? You have some wicked ideas in your head, I know... What is it this time?" Of course I remembered the time when she set me up with her friend Zahra who was longing for a extra-marital affair. It had been a wonderful situation with great intensity. So despite my inner balance, I felt a certain interest building up inside me. "Ok, you know I have some girl-friends of mine and we often talk about love and sex and all that." She paused to let the common memory of that night with Zahra pass before our eyes. "No, it is not about Zahra this time. One of my friends, her name is Rana, is from Lebanon. She is a good-looking woman, with a rich family in the back, but her love life is really boring. Her husband is obviously not very inclined to her and so she is always a little set back by all the other women sharing their experiences." She paused for a moment, and seeing a slight hesitation in my face, she hurried to continue: "No, wait, there is more to it. I'll let you in. Until recently, she was very shy in our rounds. Then all of a sudden, she began to tell all sorts of stories, how she finally came out of her boring life and started getting to know other men. The whole story: going out, talking to them, flirting, making out a little and then going home to spend the night with them." "Ok, but what does all that have to do with me?" I inquired. "See, I just don't buy it, neither do my other friends. We think she is just pretending. But she insists that she is now this totally active and outgoing woman who seeks all sorts of sexual pleasures and gets into really adventurous situations. But I just know she is faking, and this makes me a little furious." She paused to smile her cheeky smile again before she continued: "Last week when we were in Beirut, we decided to put her to a test: we said we would invite her to Damascus provide her with an extraordinary and thrilling evening. That moment would have meant her last chance to bail out. But what did she do? Insist that she was prepared for everything, and that she would show us how grown up she is by now. Can you believe that?" "Samira, when comes to you and your female friends, I believe almost everything. So, I gather you want to arrange a meeting between her and me then, right?" "Now you are talking!" She nodded approvingly. "But even better than this. We really feel she has gone too far and we want to teach her a lesson. We want something VERY special for her, something she will never forget. And of course something that will also bring her and her desires really out to the open." "Come on, Samira, tell me. What do you have in mind?" I could feel that Samira had waited just for this moment: "We want her to be fucked by a man that she has never seen or met before in her life, a total stranger. We want to bring her into a position where she is at the mercy of a man she does not know. And we want her to get fucked really good." Short pause. "And that's where I thought of you." I could see from the expressions on her face how she had enjoyed planning this and then letting me in bit by bit. And I must say, her words really made me excited. Also for me, this would definitely be a totally new experience. But somehow I hesitated. "So you want me to be the accomplice for your women's revenge?" I weighed my head. "I am not completely convinced, although the idea is quite exciting. Fucking a woman that I have never before seen. Well, it could be interesting. Is she worth it? I mean, does she have a good body?" "Well, the quality of the sex would of course depend on you, too, my dear! But don't you think that a situation like this would make the two of you nervous and excited enough for a very special experience? Just imagine those intense moments! And the advantage is all yours: she will not be able to bail out, she will be all yours!" She let that sink in before she continued: "And I assure you she has a wonderful body. She is good-looking, dark type, a very chic lady and: she is only 27 years old." I weighed her remark: "I am sure you are right. Let's be frank here. When I understand you correctly, you want two things in this: you want to break her bitchy behaviour and teach her a really good lesson by getting her into a situation where she can't back out and has to give in. And apart from that, you want her to get fucked really good, so that she finally knows what she is missing. Correct?" "Absolutely!" "The question is: how hard do you want to be on her? I mean, do you need a nice guy or a bad guy? And I am not speaking in terms of physical contact but rather psychological." "I think I want the bad guy. Really." She blinked mischievously. "I want her to be really freaked by what is expecting her. And I also have a very good feeling that in the end she will like exactly that. But first she needs to go through some mental pain." Now it was up to me to smile: "Well, Samira, this might really be a special event. But there is one thing I would like to propose to all this, which would help reaching just what you want to reach. Simply fucking a stranger might be o.k., but it is more of a physical thing. We would need to make it more daring! Listen to my idea." And I leaned over to her to speak in a lower voice. "Both her and I will have to think beforehand about a special sexual wish or desire that each of us has. But we do not disclose it until we actually meet. And we are not allowed to deny the wish, we must fulfil just what the other one wants to do or to be done. No matter what. How does that sound?" I could see that Samira had to chew on this one. She thought about the implications of what I just suggested. But slowly, I could discern a great pleasure breaking through on her face and in no time, she almost jumped up: "Wow -- you are absolutely marvellous!!! This is just the touch that I wanted, great!" She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "This is tremendous -- I knew, I could count on you!" She went on: "Now this will freak Rana really out. But she cannot withdraw, not after all what she has said and told us. So she has to do it. And... I am sure you will think of something really nice and adequate for her, right?" By now I was sure that I wanted to be part of this -- it just sounded too exciting not to go for it: "I will, trust me on this one. Just as long as I have your o.k., so let me know if there are any taboos to observe. And one more thing: she will have to come to my place -- I will be expecting her like a call girl going to a client. I am sure this is in your interest as well, right?" "You are just the perfect man for this!" With these words, she grabbed her bag and made a move to leave. "I will go and discuss this with my friends. I will let you know what they say and then arrange for everything. It would be Thursday night. So start thinking about that nice twist for Rana -- she deserves it." ______________________ On Tuesday, Samira called to confirm everything. She sounded really excited over the phone. Obviously, it gave her a real kick to bring her not-so-well-behaving friend into a very compromising situation. But then of course, she knew she could trust me. On Wednesday, she phoned again just to keep me updated and excited. Besides, she had talked to Rana and explained the plans that she had been making. Not being very specific about Rana's real reactions, Samira said that we were on the perfect track. Only the little twist with the wish that could not be rejected had not yet been revealed. Being the playful character that she was, Samira phoned yet again on Thursday at midday. She was already sitting together with all of her friends, discussing the wonderful event that was going to take place that very evening. She told me she would leave the telephone line open while going back to her friends, so I could hear Rana's voice. First I heard some static, then a question from Samira that was answered in Arabic. It came hesitatingly at first, becoming more firm. I also discerned a touch of arrogance in it. Then, a common discussion set in and I was lost. "Did you hear her?" Samira asked some moments later. "Yes, I did. Interesting. Seems very proud, almost arrogant to me." "That is her. Arrogance, but only based on her wealthy background and not on real-life experience. I feel she is quite nervous, especially after we told her about the wish issue. We are now all together discussing her wish to you! Have you made one up yet?" "I have something wonderful and it feels great to know that she can't chicken out. I am sure this will get deep into her. Do you really want me to be giving her a hard time, bending her mind...?" "Yes, do it. And I know her quite well, and so I think in the end she will especially like that part. She needs that. Show her what it really means to be cheating on her husband in real life..." She paused quickly. "Ok, I gotta go now. She will come to your house at 8. Please, give it to her good, ok? You have all the freedom!" "I will give her my best -- and maybe even some more...!" ______________________ By 8 o'clock that evening, I was definitely nervous -- but surely not as much as Rana must have been. But despite the huge anticipation, my mind was still focused on the wonderful situation that lay ahead and took every bit of it fully in. A 27-year old woman from Lebanon, whom I had never seen in my life before, was about to be knocking on my door to get fucked by me. Moreover, her girl-friends had set her up for this occasion and there was no chance for her to bail out. Without knowing who I was, she had to oblige to let me kiss her, touch her tits, feel her thighs, lick her pussy, and finally thrust into her. Besides, she must be clear that there were also things expected from her side and that she could not avoid: touching my ass, licking my body, sucking my dick and finally letting bury my cock into her. And all that with a complete stranger! Certainly, this situation was easier to handle for a man than for a woman. What must she have gone through in the hours before the meeting? Sure she could trust her girl-friends into arranging something safe, but still she was selling herself and her body blindly to an unknown man. Moreover, her nerves must have been stretched to the end: we both were having a very special unknown desire, a wish that was not allowed to be denied. So by all means, this Lebanese lady must have been prepared for everything. All in all a wonderful and exciting situation. I had prepared the bedroom accordingly: incense had burnt and created a stimulating atmosphere; little candles were dispersed and provided an intimate illumination. Apart from that, no other source of light was protruding, so that the atmosphere was almost as sinful as our plan itself. Of course she was not punctual. Ten minutes passed and I quietly waited. I knew she was going to come. I could almost sense her presence approaching the location of her adventure -- or should I say enlightenment? My wish was set and my dick sprang up at the very thought of it. Actually, it was due mostly to the thought of what it would do to her, what kind of emotions or even fears it would evoke in her -- that was what really turned me on. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring. I stayed in my seat. I had her wait and try another time. She did. Rrrrrrrrrrring. Only then I hit the buzzer and opened the door. I heard the familiar 'clic' of high-heels stepping on the stone floor, moving up to my third floor. But I resisted and waited inside for her to appear. Inside it was dark. "Hello Rana", I said to the shadow outside my door. "Hello," came a hesitating answer. "Come in." I bade her in and closed the door behind her. Her perfume filled the entire hallway and I could hear her panting. In the darkness, we almost could not see anything. I just discerned her height of around 165 cm. Perfect size, first strong point. We were standing close, and we were both gasping. I was enjoying the moment immensely, all the tension, all the anticipation of what lay ahead. I reached for her hand, which proved soft, warm and slightly sweaty. I led the way to the bedroom. In the light of the candles, we could see each other for the very first time. As if I was a customer taxing his product, I stepped slightly back to let my eyes wander over her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she did the same with me. I had to admit, Samira had not been untruthful with me. Rana was good-looking. And just a touch too arrogant -- but I would get a chance to fix that anyway. Her outward appearance did not take long to be registered: straight dark hair, slightly dyed; tight shirt over medium but high-standing breasts; open-air belly with a loveable centre; super-tight jeans; stilettos. And I loved the way she was just standing there, clutching her purse, trying to hide what she inevitably had to unveil. Oh goodness was that poor thing nervous! But even that could not hide the hint of arrogance in her presence, a touch of defiance and a slight trace of resistance. I found it just perfectly balanced for what we were about to get us into. "Come here", I whispered and opened my arms to embrace her. She felt wonderfully real and firm, with a lively warmth to it. My hands felt the fabric of her shirt. Her arms slowly answered to my initiative. With our heads buried on each other's shoulder, I started a vague try of verbal communication: "So here we are now, set up by your friends..." "... and your friends!" she corrected. 'Aha', I thought, 'not taking things for granted!' "Are you nervous?" I inquired. "Can't you feel that?" she snapped back. This was going to be fun. She was actually asking for it. "Ok. Some juice or water?" I offered. "Water, please." We entangled and I handed her a glass. Motioning her to sit down on the bed, I took a look at her facial features. Interesting. And challenging. High nose. Very dark makeup around the eyes. Easy on the lipstick. Hair behind the ears to frame her face. Large, brown eyes, searching me probingly. "You like what you see?" she wanted to know with a hint of reproach in her voice, interrupting my obvious thoughts. I smiled: "You know what we are here for?" Instantly, some of her fake boldness melted away. A glimpse of anxiety showed up in her eyes, as if remembering our situation after trying to prevent the thoughts from entering her mind. My dick got really hard on seeing her expression change so suddenly. Lowering her head, she nodded. "Is it also what you want right now?" I probed further. She hesitated, searching for words: "I don't know, it is all so unfamiliar, I am trying to think normally but it just doesn't work." "Well, Rana, I think you are here for a purpose, right?" I moved my hand under her chin and lifted it, so that I could look straight into her truly beautiful eyes. "You are a very attractive and sexy woman and you are here tonight so that you get a wish fulfilled, remember? Do you have a wish?" "I think so..." I tried to comfort her for the moment: "Well, then keep it for now and tell me later about it, whenever you are ready. And then we will fulfil your wish! This is something we will do together, ok?" She felt slightly reassured by my words and gave a slow nod. I stood over her now, taking her face in both of my hands and caressing the soft skin on her cheeks: "I think kissing would be good start for us." And I bowed down. Our lips met. I savoured a hint of saltiness. Then I tasted her saliva. It was cool and wet. Slowly, she opened up to the interaction of our tongue tips. Warmth emerged and struck on slick surface. And then she finally answered me by putting one hand around my neck. We continued to entangle our tongues, to exchange the first body fluids of the night, the first heralds of our sexual adventure. She knew what she was doing. Yet she was not very well in practice. However, she would not back down. Deeper and deeper I probed into her, an initial moan escaped us, in synchrony. The odour of her heated skin entered my nostrils. I pulled her face closer. She answered and would not let go. Finally, I broke the kiss, panting. "Wow!" I caught my breath first. "You don't do this very often, but you surely do it great! "What do you mean I don't do that often? Yes I do! Maybe not as much as you do, but often enough recently! I can have all the men I want!" Her reaction suited me perfectly well. "I am sure you are very experienced. So we can move to the next level." I let my finger wander playfully along her skin, starting with her arm and then slowly moving downwards. "Our bodies will be united very soon. So please undress for me, right here and now. And do it slowly, I want to enjoy it." With these words, I pulled her up and instead took her seat on the bed. Uncertain, she just continued to stand there: "Wait a minute, I want to know your wish! Is that it?" I grinned: "That is not a wish, that is a normal part of our foreplay. I will disclose my wish later to you. It is more special than that. And no backing out, remember? Now go ahead, show me what you know so much about!" The Lady from Lebanon Her eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and fear, which I found just perfectly attractive for an evening like that. I leaned back. With a conceited look, she tried to don her mask of arrogance once again. Maybe this was the only way for her to actually perform what I had asked her to do. Whatever it was, I wanted her to get naked on her own terms. I would go over to the touching part afterwards. There was plenty of time. She was uncertain, I could virtually feel it. Nevertheless, she tried to play it tough. And she knew she could not lose face in front of all her girl-friends that would eagerly await any shortcoming from her part. So she visibly pulled herself together and decided to go through with it. Somewhat awkwardly, she tried to pull up her tight-fitting shirt and it got almost tangled up over her head. Finally, she managed to wriggle out. I could not help smiling, while watching the appetizing motions that her belly fulfilled. Her bra was satin, with some lace at the edges, and an unpretentious black. The push-up made her breasts almost stick out and left a nice cleavage. The overall view was nice, but for a real rating I had to wait until the support had vanished. "Drop the bra. I want to see your breasts." She hesitated once again, but then obediently reached behind her back. All the while I could not take my eyes of her tummy, it was really so loveable with a female form and some real flesh to it. I made a mental note not to leave it untouched afterwards. She untied her bra and set her breasts free. They were in good. No, actually they were in excellent shape and had a highly appealing way of weighing down on her chest. They were bigger than I had expected, yet still protruding cheekily into the evening air. Her nipples were a light brown and comparably large. They smiled at me invitingly. "I very much like what I see," I tried to give her some encouragement. Her smile was almost unnoticeable. She was now facing maybe the hardest, most direct and open part of the night. I just gave her a nod, wanting her to continue. I wanted to lay eyes on her legs, her ass and her pussy. I had to have her exposed right in front of me. I could see how much it cost her to do the next step. Very slowly, she opened her belt and unbuttoned her fly. Some matching black underwear shone through. In the light of the candles I perceived her skin colour as rather light, not the dark tan I had expected. But surely that was not of major interest at that point, when Rana bent down forward. Her hair fell over her head and covered some of her motions. I did not mind waiting and enjoying her little show. She did make surprisingly little fuss over what I had told her to do. When her head came up, her jeans had gone. She stood as a grown woman right in front of me, only her most intimate parts covered by a small lace slip. Her skin was smooth and flawless, not interrupted by any tan lines -- obviously, she did not really like the sun. I waited several long moments to take in that beautiful sight. Her hair caressed her shoulders, her breast stood there expectantly, her legs trembled slightly and I could tell her mind was racing. That just where I wanted to have her. Well, just... "Turn around and let me see your ass." I had no idea why she simply did what I told her. Almost no hesitation, and no hint of resistance to my commands. It was obvious that she did not feel very comfortable in the situation. Her insecurity showed by her shaking body, yet she complied with my requests. What was is that made her do all that? Was it the fear from her girl-friends, her reputation? Or was it that she somehow liked being treated like that? She turned around and continued to stand there. From behind, she resembled more a girl that did as she was told without knowing why. Slightly trembling, she offered her behind for my inspection. Gosh, was it beautiful! She revealed a round-shaped bottom, invitingly even and of smooth composure. It appeared to me like a ripe apple on a hot summer evening, ready to be bitten and devoured. Combined with her youngish shyness, she made my mouth dry. Swallowing became more difficult by the second. She was going to be all mine. Yet, there was one more thing to it. "Bend down and take off your underwear -- slowly!" Again, no sign of resistance, she just did what I told her. The wonderful movements of her hips and her ass cheeks accompanied her final act of undressing. But she was still tense enough not to let me catch a direct look at her pussy. "You are beautiful, Rana. You are a truly sexy. You have a very well-shaped and appealing body. We will make each other very happy tonight, I am sure of that..." I got up to stand close behind her without touching. Her upper body was heaving heavily. Holding back the growing urge to throw myself over her gorgeous body, I inhaled sharply and forcedly exhaled some less direct wording: "Go lie on the bed, Rana. Let's do something to take your nervousness away. If you permit, I will give you a massage. Would you like that?" Glad to be out of immediate danger for the moment, still naked and exposed, she nodded and lay down on her belly. I reached for the massage oil, warmed some in my hand and put it on her back. Now I had the time to marvel at the beauty of her female nature. Her presence in my bedroom was very intense and I sensed something aphrodisiac about her. When she lay there with my hands running over her naked body, I realized for the first time that it was really going to happen. And this security made me marvellously horny. I immensely enjoyed the feeling of having her, of knowing she was going to be mine. Finally, my cock came to life , becoming aware of the imminent pleasures. A wave of lust and anticipation rolled over me and took me away, while I massaged her beautiful back down her spine. Her breathing had calmed down, her goose bumps subsided and her muscles were noticeably less tense. I felt her hips, caressed her soft skin and enjoyed the warmth of her body. It was time to be going for more with Rana. After taking off my shirt, I started at her shoulders and moved down under her armpits. Smoothly shaven, they were of woman-like perfection and silkiness. She lifted her arms slightly as if to approve my doings. Naughty as I was, I used this moment to slip further down and rested my fingers on the initial curving of her breasts. Using the slickness of my massage oil, I gradually invaded the intimacy of her breasts, but not too far. In one swift motion, I slid down along her sides and right on to her butt. She had a beautiful ass, round and youthful, fresh and firm. I could not help kneading it first carefully, then more intense. My cock stretched and finally, after all the foreplay, became rock-hard. Me and him, we wanted the same and we wanted it soon. But first, this woman had to be brought to life. The initial spark was placed between her ass cheeks, when I gradually with every massage stroke entered a little more into her crack. The wave-like movements increasingly showed results and she relaxed more to my touches. While one hand wandered down to caress her legs, the other one dove deeper down into her crack and meandered further on. Warmth greeted me. Bare skin. Smooth flesh. Just the way the forecourt to a pussy should be. I opened her legs a little so as to gain better access. And finally, two fingers slid down and came to rest right on her outer lips. I felt them pulsating. I waited for a moment. Then I pushed inside. It was narrow, but not as much as I thought it would be. It could be worked upon. And that was exactly what I had in mind. First the good guy, then the bad guy, and then possibly the good guy again. So I turned her around and started kissing her again on the mouth, wetting my tongue with her saliva. Interestingly enough, she really went for the kissing part and got totally heated up, while my work along her body did not really spark her off. After another heated fight of our tongues, I untangled and started to go down on her. I covered her neck with little bites, her arms with little kisses, her nipples with little licks and her belly with little tickles. Now finally I could anticipate a little arousal coming from below. It was time to make her horny. And I was more than ready for that. Letting my face glide between her thighs I had her bald pussy right before my eyes. I extended my tongue and licked her. Once, then twice, then a little harder. She was young and proper, all the way up between her most female parts. I licked all the way up, then back down. And then I sucked her love pearl deeply into my mouth. She buckled at this unexpected quick motion, but once she got used to the feeling, she seemed to find it rather pleasant. At least that was how I interpreted her light moan. It was a most exquisite moan that escaped her, a mixture between a cow's moo and an English lady's happiness over a cup of tea. Truly loveable. And it turned me on immensely. All my efforts where now centred on her clit, with the occasional side-lick to probe the starting production of her love juices. Nothing else existed for me during those precious minutes and I got literally lost in her superb pussy. She tasted like peach, with a touch of rose. And she smelled like magnolia. I lost time and place, and I almost lost my mind in her -- she was simply delicious. When my saliva mixed with her juices was finally dripping from my lips, I looked up. Her hips were quivering, her whole body shaking, her eyes firmly shut. Had she come yet? Not quite, but she was ever so close. Wow, this woman really could get turned on! First behaving like the innocent lady, then lying spread-eagled before my hungry mouth panting like a little dog. I had to move quickly to put my way of proceeding into action. Quickly, I pulled off my pants and underwear to stand in front of her naked. My cock was sticking out, eagerly awaiting with pulsating fury the upcoming action. Weighing it in my hand, I felt the enormous urge to stick it into her, to feel her heat and flesh around my. And she needed to be taken care of immediately. I bowed down over this beautiful woman lying on my bed, hugged her, crept closer and felt the heat of her body. Hugging her tightly, I could sense her body tension relaxing to my protectiveness. Then shoved my dick into her. She yelped and made a little jump, but kept her eyes tightly shut. She was already in a completely different world. This was just the right timing for my plan. I pulled into her again, this time deeper. Her pussy reacted welcomingly, opening up and accommodating me inside her. With my third thrust, I felt that I had already entered into her most secret realm of emotions and feelings. She was ready for me. It was the perfect time for a slow but dreadful awakening. "Do you feel me, Rana?" I almost lost my voice from the sensations caused by pulling out and into her again. She nodded absently, engulfed in a sea of motions. "Can you feel me deep down inside you?" Another trust buried me even deeper in her pussy. A moan came from her lips, while her body went slightly more rigid under my handling her. "Do you like me fucking you, Rana?" My words came out in gasps, overwhelmed by my cock rocking back and forth in her womanhood. Her consent came in a long, drawn muttering expression of her coated voice. The tension of her muscles spread involuntarily. By then I held her tightly, my body nailing down her receptive hips, my arms firmly wrapped around her neck and shoulders. "Do you want to come for me, Rana?" She clutched me hard, pulled me inside her and pushed her pussy against my protruding member. She was absolutely ripe. So was I. "Then come, Rana. And I am coming as well, coming deeply into you." I paused to collect my remaining thoughts for the final attack. "Rana, I will spray my semen directly into your pussy. There is no protection. My hot juice will pour straight into your receiving womb. And there is now way out for you." It took her two more deep thrusts to finally realize the impact of my words. Her expected resistance started to come and she feebly tried to shove her little fists against my chest. But she was weak in the physical state she was in. She had gone too far in her lecherousness and she was way too turned on. The first onset of her orgasm was entering her when she forcefully tried to open her eyes. Disbelief reflected in her eyes. At the same time, her physical desire tried to force her eyes shut again. Mixed emotions tormented her mind and body, with both heavily fighting for their right to manifestation. My next thrust filled her fully, triggering another wave of lust to wash over her. The fear in her eyes was mixed with their rolling and she shut them again. "No, no, please...!" she stammered half-heartedly against my mounting action on top of her. She was torn apart internally, and we both sensed which of the two sides was about to win. "Oh yes, I fuck you and I fill you! Come on, take it all in!" And my motions were becoming more and more purposeful. I felt the dampness of her pussy making my sliding in and out ever so easy, her juices accompanying me. My cock felt so wonderfully received by her hot flesh. More deeply and more thoroughly still, I broke into her perfect world. She was walking the edge of a razor blade. Still trying in vain to push me off, she finally had to give in: her body was betraying her. Bursting tears filled her eyes, while her mouth set out for a powerful scream of lust. Fists pressed against my breast, her entire lower body was wrapping around my hips and pulling me all the way inside her. Her pussy contracted rhythmically, strong enough for me to feel, and then forcefully clutched my tormenting dick. Helplessly, she slid down into the abyss of her own climax, drawn upon her by what was about to happen with her womanhood. Rigidly, her body fell into heavy convulsions. Spasms rocked her head back and forth, too strong to even let her utter any vocal consent or rejection of what was happening. I was inundated with the forcefulness of her female explosion and caught between her thighs. The onset of my own orgasm came like a shock, weighing down on me and forcing my fertile juice out through the pressed tube which was my cock. Ripping through my entire body, the first shot rammed out of my deeply buried shaft right into her female stronghold. Our sexes were infinitely intertwined, clutching at each other at the sensations provoked by the unexpected dimension of our encounter. It felt like fusillade of semen burst out of me and into her. I became completely absent to the real world, only my pumping balls existed. It felt as if they would not stop to spurt. My own orgasm must have triggered another level in Rana. She buckled, her hips thrust forward and her entire body was heaved up on the bed. She threw her head back heavily, giving herself up even more to the wave that washed over her. Her spasms did not stop, instead her groaning set in and accompanied every convulsion of her body. And there were many. After what seemed like an eternity, the rigidness slowly began to subside from her body. Now I could feel the pumping of her vagina around my dick, still forcefully and determined. Hungrily and relentlessly, her body milked every drop from my shaft. Her voice grew lower, and a shivering took over the control of her body. With a deep grunting sound, her own weight pressed Rana back down on the bed, though she was still not the master of her actions. Humbly and spent, she continued to lie there, waiting for some sort of recovery to set in. She breathed heavily under my weight, with my fertile semen going to action in her female womb. All the while, tears continued flowing down her cheeks. Valiantly facing my own wretchedness, I slowly forced myself to move. My cock was still rock-hard when I pulled it out of her soaked pussy. The particular sound of our parting sexes reminded me vividly of what had just happened. I rolled over to Rana's side and collapsed there next to her. Entirely spent, I barely managed to reach out and stroke her hair. Slowly, she opened her watery eyes. A shy smile made it to the surface and broke through to greet me back into the real world. "You are amazing", she sighed barely audible, "what you did to me was so..." She searched for words, but they were unnecessary. Her hand caressing her belly expressed everything there was to say.