It so happened that Delia had not been able to sleep either. It was a warm night, and her body was too much in a turmoil of frustration after the sensual atmosphere of the party. The furtive gropes and stolen kisses in which she had been a willing participant had left her feeling so thwarted that her aching genitals were wet and hot with lust.
With hands pressed between her legs, squeezing her thighs together, she rubbed her clitoris to bring about the climax she hoped would release, if not completely relieve, the deep seated longing in her genitals. But the orgasm just refused to come! She was in a despair of frustration!
There was a faint disturbance in the air as the door of her bedroom swung silently open. Delia always slept with the window curtains open to give a glimmer of light in the room because she was rather afraid of being in total darkness. The small bedroom was at the front of the house. A street-lamp outside her window threw an eerie glow into the room.
Delia turned her head as Pierre closed the door behind him. He had expected her to be asleep but saw the faint reflection from the whites of her wide, imploring eyes gazing up at him. Pierre stood motionless at the side of her bed looking down at her. Delia’s eyes turned to the stiff, clean cock jutting proudly out of his pyjamas from its nest of blonde curls.
Staring at it in the dim light, she realised that she desperately wanted to feel it inside her. Although only a standard six-inch penis, it seemed bigger. It dominated. The shaft of light from the sodium street-lamp outside the window caught it in it’s beam, imparting a curious orange glow to it’s pale skin. The surrounding dimness of the room suffused the upright shaft with an inner personal glow, giving it a stature of strength and mystical divinity of its own.
It was beautiful. All-powerful. An arrogant deity.
Being a fairly religious person, Delia had thought a lot about Pierre’s explanation of Eastern morals. She had tried to rationalise the desire of the flesh in relation to the needs of the mind and soul. She remembered Pierre telling them about Tantrism where God is not to be found by shutting oneself away from the world, but through the pleasures of making love.
He had on a later occasion told her about Taoism in which the couple making love share in the motion of the universe. She had been fascinated by, if rather cynical of, these strange, rather erotic ideas. Staring now at Pierre’s proud penis as it reared above her face glowing in its own light, Delia realised that what she was seeing was the god of the flesh given to man by God in Heaven for woman’s pleasure. To seek the goddess within her, her private bodily heaven, that soft, tender part nestling between her thighs.
From these warm, demanding folds of flesh, she was able to achieve a private ecstasy to complement the ecstasy of the mind when worshipping God the Father. She hadn’t fully understood the philosophies Pierre had spoken of, but after listening to his description of the Eastern rituals, she could not believe that sex was wrong and dirty, which was what her mother would have her believe.
This stiff, incandescent column of flesh rising before her was the god of flesh. She must worship it as God’s agent. More than anything else at that moment she craved to have it enter her heaven, into her womanly paradise, warm and moist, longing to embrace this proud god to seek divine fulfilment from it.
Pierre stood quite still, quietly clenching and relaxing the muscles of his groin to retain a strong erection. The clenching action made his penis twitch and quiver as if it had a life of it’s own. Delia stared hungrily at its arrogant glowing beauty, reaching out to trail her fingernails lightly up its length until they reached the tip.
There, she pressed the thumb and forefinger gently over the crown, peeling the loose foreskin down its shaft, to reveal the glistening head. A pearl of clear liquid formed on the tip. She watched transfixed as it lazily trickled over, down the flesh of his retracted foreskin.
Lifting her face, she placed her puckered lips gently against the tip, to pay homage to this arrogant god. Delia had never ever thought of kissing a penis before. But here, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to honour the idol swaying in front of her face. Folding back the corner of the bedclothes she raised her knees before flapping them wide open, showing Pierre the mass of dark, damp curls spread over her genitals – her heavenly paradise – inviting him to enter her.
The hem of her nightie was already round her waist as Pierre looked down at her open thighs covered by the dark forest spreading from her navel, across the expanse of her lower belly, down her inner thighs to conceal the whole genital area. She was certainly the hairiest woman he had ever seen. The sight encouraged his cock to stiffen even more
Nevertheless, he could clearly see the dark inner lips of her vulva which thrust out of the hairy gash like a pair of testicles, glistening with her dew in the yellow glow. Pierre felt a surge of wild sexual arousal at the sight of such a magnificent vulva. There was nothing insipid about this throne of love. It was vibrant and glorious in its sheer sexuality.
Pierre climbed slowly on top of her, lowering himself with great caution, to avoid any squeaking of the bed springs, between her wide-open legs. He groped for the hot opening of the heavenly passage with the head of his shaft, as Delia parted the heavy, swollen lips with the her own fingers to lay open the vaginal gap.
Her other hand grasped Pierre’s handsome stiffness, guiding it towards its goal. Once placed at the portals of paradise Pierre lay immobile, focussing his senses on the hot sloppy lips wrapped round the head of his powerful penis. He allowed the impatient clenching and unclenching of Delia’s internal muscles to suck the conquering idol, oh so slowly, into the eager, slippery glove of tender flesh.
They both held their breath until, with a deep sigh of joy, the invader finally reached the very seat of Delia’s heaven, embedded to the hilt in her warm nectar. They tried to suppress their excited breathing as they thrilled to the penetration. Both remained quiet, listening, in each other’s arms, to their suppressed sighs.
As Delia concentrated on her own sensuality, the freedom of her own sexuality, the feeling of release, of joy, she clasped and relaxed her muscles rhythmically on the proud god within her. She exalted at its very presence within her. After a while, a growing feeling of ecstasy radiated from deep inside her vagina. It filled her every nerve.
She emptied her mind, focussing exclusively on the mystical union of the flesh, feeling the sensation of her idol’s solid form and shape inside her. She concentrated on its shape. The soft warm flesh clutched at it hungrily. Her body began to flutter, ever so exquisitely at first, growing gradually to a trembling in her muscles.
Delia bit her top lip to prevent her rapidly rasping breath making too much noise. The trembling grew to a shake. She couldn’t prevent the moans and whimpers in her throat as she reached uncontrollable shuddering spasms which shook the whole body. An orgasm began to erupt as she muttered God’s name repeatedly.