The Feminist

As her body arched, I saw her clit sticking out from its hood. I lifted my head, pressing my tongue harder against her pussy. My nose pressed against her clit as my tongue darted in and out and swirled around her pussy, my tongue driving her over the edge.

Suddenly, she screamed up at the ceiling, "Oh, fuck, Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming, oh my God, I can't stand it!"

Her whole body shook in a huge convulsion that kept going. Suddenly, she fell forward, collapsing on the carpet, just above my head. I got up on my knees as she lay on her stomach, gasping for air. Her legs were wide apart, cum on her thighs. Her luscious ass looked so delectable.

I got on my knees and crawled up to her. Kneeling between her open legs, looking down at her body, my hard cock straining my jeans. I quickly took them off and moved forward and turned her onto her back. She was breathing heavily. I leaned over and kissed her, then started weaving my fingers gently through her hair. Though still breathing heavily, when she opened her eyes and smiled at me, a sudden wave of tenderness swept over me.

I pulled her up by the arms and held her close as we both sat up on our knees, embracing each other, her tits crushed against my chest. I wanted her, but suddenly felt I wanted to touch her differently. Remembering her story of how she was struggling to be free to express her passionate sexuality and not compromise her spirit with empty relationships, I wanted to give her pleasure she would never forget. As we embraced, my hands rubbed her back and her arms pulled me closer.

I lifted her and we moved quickly to the bed. The sheets and blanket were all tangled from earlier in the morning. She lay down on her back and squirmed her way up the bed. I was between her open legs on my knees and she reached for me. I hovered over her with my hard cock straight out. I held it in my hand, and moved the tip of my cock up and down her pussy lips, touching her lightly, teasing her but getting myself so hot I didn't think I would last much longer.

"Please. Don't tease me. I want you. I want you!" She grabbed my arms and tried to pull me into her.

I smiled and looked into her hungry eyes. I wanted to tantalize her, drive her crazy and then give her what she's been craving.

"Fuck me! Please. I need to cum. Fuck me hard!"

Her pleading excited me, causing me to move my cock harder against her pussy lips. Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her. "Fuck me, damn it, now!"

Torn between wanting to make tender love and ravishing her, she pushed me onto my back. I could not believe how strong she was as she took over and straddled me. My cock was straight up. She grabbed it, lifted herself up and came down hard on my cock. She placed her hands on my shoulders, pinning me to the bed, lifting herself and came down even harder, impaling herself on my cock again and again.

"Okay, tough guy, you're all mine," she growled through clenched teeth as she rode my cock like a demon and I could feel her insatiable lust.

She was riding me like she was galloping on a horse, going up and down harder and faster, her tight pussy gripping my cock. Suddenly, she let go of my shoulders, sat straight up and grabbed her tits. She was pinching and twisting her nipples, her hair flailing all over the place. She was a wild woman, going up and down harder and harder, faster and faster. "Oh God! I'm cumming I'm cumming! I'm going to cum hard!"

Just as she erupted in an orgasm, I grabbed her and flipped her on her back, got between her open legs and rammed my cock deep into her pussy with one fierce thrust, causing her to gasp as her whole body shuddered again in violent spasms. Her mouth opened wide, but no sound came from her throat as wave after wave swept through her.

Again, I reared my hips back and thrust deep into her pussy and after a few hard, thrusts, erupted--cum gushing out of me and into her pussy as my orgasm ripped through me like an electric shock.

"Oh, Megan! Megan!"

I had never experienced such a long, intense orgasm, or felt so close to a woman.

I then collapsed on her, our bodies completely spent, both of us panting and gasping for air as we lay in our warm wetness. Neither of us could speak as we tried catching our breath. Finally, I rolled off of her and wrapped my arms around her. We were facing each other, trying to absorb the power of what had just happened.

I glanced over at the digital clock and saw that it was eleven o'clock. We would be checking out in an hour. We were quiet, lying in the afterglow of our passion, both of us realizing that what started out as lust the night before was becoming much more. We did not have the words to articulate it, or know what to do with the feelings rising in us.

"That was wonderful," Megan said. "Thank you. Thank you."

"Yes, it was," I whispered, "now what?"

"I don't know."

We were quiet again, aware that we would have to check out of the motel in less than an hour and go our separate ways.

After another long silence, she smiled. "I know you don't believe in destiny," she said. "But I think our paths will cross again--very soon."

"I do too. I don't know when or how, but I think they will."

And they did. I went back to my cabin in Maine and she went back to her teaching in New York. We emailed and spoke on the phone and then I made a few trips to New York and she made a few trips to Maine. Our visits to each other got longer and it got harder and harder to leave and go back to our lives. After a year of doing that, Megan moved into my cabin and wrote articles and started painting again and from time to time went off to give talks, while I wrote my stories and poetry, both of us amazed and grateful that our one night of lust became many years of much more.