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She took my soft stub in her hand, and began to play, rolling it, kneading it. The fires began to stir again in my belly. She tickled it with her damp hair, drawing the strands across its knob.

Then suddenly, she pounced upon it with her mouth, its softness disappearing completely. She drew on it, pulling it, stretching it, pulling her head back. This time it was I who moaned. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, it responded to her attention. She continued to attend to it.

I reached my hand to her round rump and played there, gently touching the folded softness, stroking the insides of her thighs, lightly stroking the wide valley between her buttocks, lightly pinching the well-muscled globes.

"Let me return the favor," I whispered, tugging at her.

"Mmm, of course." She moved over me, bringing her musk to my nostrils, and once again I felt my fires heat to it. I drew her down to me. I reached up with my tongue, searching, exploring. I nibbled at the opening folds, probed at the tunnel they uncovered.

She resumed her activity, working subtle magic on my now stiff member with her lips and tongue.

I teased at her little bud with the tip of my tongue, then circled it with my lips and sucked at it. Then, flat-tongued, I stroked it. Each stroke and tease brought forth a little shivering sigh.

My tongue explored further, finding her other, more puckered opening, and probed at its soft tightness. I kissed and sucked at it. When at last the gate opened slightly to admit my wet tongue, a gasp of delight escaped her lips.

As my tongue traveled from one delight to the other in the valley of love, she began to make soft, musical sounds in her throat.

She was not idle, either. Taking first one of my balls into her mouth and gently sucking it, then the other, then returning her attention to my shaft. Then she did a most remarkable thing: with her teeth she ever so gently began to gnaw on my shaft head. The sensation was incredible! My frenzied heat rose.

"Mmngmum," I moaned into the folds of her flesh.

I worked at her feverishly with my mouth, trying to pleasure her everywhere at once. Then I brought my fingers into play. Carefully wetting two fingers, I squirmed one into each aperture, burying them to the second knuckle, while using my mouth and tongue on her button.

"UmmmMMMmm," she cried, her lips around my spear.

She carefully wet a finger of her own and probed into my rear, gnawing at me all the while.

We both began to moan and hum, the vibrations adding to the stimulation. The fires were rising again, and I felt the flood beginning. She pressed the fingers of her free hand up under my sac, stemming the tide. I felt the explosion turn inward, blasting my senses again and again. It seemed my skull would explode!

At last her body quivered and shook and with a small muffled cry, she released the dam, and working my spear with both hands, her lips tight around the corona, she sucked at my reservoirs, swallowing all I produced eagerly.

My fingers were clamped tightly in her body by the spasms that shook her.

Her musky wetness covered my face. Her button danced on my tongue.

Once again we had reached the pinnacle together, and I was transported not only by my own pleasure, but by hers as well.

When at last she released the grip she held on my fingers and my spear, leaving a last kiss on her lovebud, I slid myself around to face her, and lying on our sides, we held each other tightly and kissed, our bodies still trembling.

"See, she whispered, half into my parted lips, "You were not empty after all. And now you will be part of me forever."

"And you of me," I replied, sucking my fingers.

"We seem already part of each other," she said. "I still can't believe it's our first time together! It seems almost that we have been together before, often, long ago, and are at last rejoined." She laughed then and said, "Perhaps you are Apollo and I am Aphrodite."

"You are at least as beautiful," I replied, my hand cupping her delicate breast once more.

"Give me some wine, Apollo"

I reached around and poured a glass, and on impulse, filled my mouth with it, then kissing her, shared it with her.

"What a sensual creature you are! And how my body reacts to you!" she murmured.

"I was about to say that to you. But who are you?"

She smiled again, and with a quiet, serious look, replied, "Aphrodite.

Here, have some wine."

Taking the glass from my fingers, she drained it, then covering my mouth with hers, shared the wine.

"Tell me what you like." I suggested.

"Oh, the trees, the lake, your body, this island, moonlight, touching you, you touching me..."

"Yes. But I mean, what sort of things might you want me to do? What pleasure can I give you? Something perhaps that you've dreamed?"

"Oh. But you already have, my Apollo!"

"Mmm... I know. But maybe there's something more?"

"Ah, well. I want you to do everything you know how to do, then do everything you can think of to do, then a few things you've never thought of, then when you run out of those, start all over again!" She laughed.

"Hm... Well," I laughed too. "Is there any more wine?"

"Uh," she twisted around to look, giving me a most delicious view of her back and rump.

How beautiful she was in the moonlight, now quite bright, the moon having climbed the ladder of the sky, hanging big and round overhead. Her skin seemed to shine silver, her hair spun white gold.

"Yes," she said at length. "But you will have to open the other bottle. We finished the first."

"All right. You know, I have several bottles of the same chateau in the cabin ashore. Shall I get it? In fact, why don't we pack up and go there. A body so soft and beautiful should not be roughing about on a rock!" I stood up, ready to do so.

"Oh, no," she cried. "I don't want to go indoors. Gods like Apollo and Aphrodite should never be crammed into a building."

"But even the gods will get mosquito bites, and if this breeze stops they will be here by the thousands, and your skin should never be so mistreated!"

"No. Please. This is now our island. It is ours and only ours. I want to stay here. There is nothing here to pollute tonight. We have another bottle, and some more food. There is some french bread and cheese."

She was lying belly down on the blanket, propped up on her elbows, watching me.

I nodded. "Yes. It IS magical here. And it's cool and pleasant."

"You look so beautiful standing there in the moonlight. I think you really are Apollo."

I sat back down, and stroked her back, my hands straying over her delicious dimpled rump.

"And you look like a silver statue come to life. Hand me the corkscrew?"

While she reached out for it, I made a pillow out of extra folds of the blanket for her.

"Oh! Look what just fell from the sky!" she laughed. She propped herself on the makeshift pillow, half turning on her side, and watched me open the bottle.

I poured out two glasses. We sipped quietly, while my hands returned to their play.

"How long will it take for you to 'recharge' again?" she suddenly asked.

I chuckled. "You are insatiable! Honestly, I don't know. You stir things up in me like never before."

In fact, to my amazement, I was stirring already. Just watching her, the curve of her hip, the smooth round dimpled globes of her buttocks, her breasts falling slightly sideways as she lay, her hair cascading over her shoulder, a strand waving in the light breeze...

And something, I didn't quite know, indefinable, beautiful.

On sudden impulse I said, "Lie back, get comfortable. I want to give you something."

She did. With a confident, trusting look. And then I knew.

The something indefinable.

"You trust me." It was a statement.

"Why, yes," she answered. "completely. And you trust me."

"Yes. I don't know why, I don't care to know why, but that is the way it is, the magic of it, isn't it."

She laughed again. "Yes. Why should the gods fear each other?"

I kissed her then. A tender, brushing kiss that transmitted both tenderness, and the heat of passion. I wanted to give her the orgasm of her life.

I lifted her legs up, then raised her hips until she was in a half-shoulder stand. I parted her thighs, and kneeling before her, I propped her up on my legs. Even in this ungainly position, she still looked graceful.

Again I marvelled at how beautiful she was. The valley of love which opened before me, filling my nostrils with its heady perfume, also filled my eyes with delight. The soft butterfly folds partly concealed between the soft mounds of her outer lips, the soft curling downy fuzz. I stroked her thighs with my fingertips. I kissed the stretched fleshy mounds of her rump, nibbling at them gently.

I blew a stream of air across the slowly parting folds of her, and gently traced a line around them with my fingers.

I kissed gently at the soft mound of flesh over her pubic bone, pulling lightly at the soft curls there.

"Mmm... You tease." she sighed.

I moved slowly downward, kissing gently at the pouting lips. I moved back to look at her.

"Oh, don't stop!"

"I want to look at you. You are so incredibly beautiful."

I touched my tongue to the crease between the frilly pink petals and her thighs, tasting the curved hollow on each side.

I watched the warm butterfly wings begin to open, then gently and languorously sucked at the fleshy folds of her, one at time. I felt their heat increase, heard her sighs deepen with my slow attentions.

I drew back again to gaze at her, hypnotized by the delight before me. I drew my fingertips across her cheeks, along the moist mounds of her lips, then gently thumbed them apart, revealing the soft, smooth, glistening valley between the scalloped inner lips, the little bud at their junction pulsing slowly.

Then slowly, with my tongue extended, I descended.

She sighed, then moaned with my gentle invasion. I drew my upper lip across the nest, buried my tongue in the soft folds of her tunnel.

Extending the blade of my tongue till it ached, and pressing my mouth tightly against her, I opened the gates. I withdrew my tongue, then extended it again, tasting the warm moistness of her canal. Then I began circling it within her.

The taste of her was driving me wild. The blood roared in my ears. I felt the veins of my neck throb.

I withdrew again, and traced my tongue upward to the nest of her love bud.

I nuzzled at it, drawing up the inner valley to tease at it again and again.

Each touch brought another gasp from her.

I began a gentle tongue-brushing, starting from just behind her rectum, flicking up across the soft flesh, the heated tunnel entrance, and ending with a caress of her erected button.

On each trip, I felt the little ring of her postern opening press out, then draw back, felt the superheated folds of her love tunnel seeming to grab for me, her love-button to press at me.

I felt her muscles begin to tighten, and relaxed my rhythm, spending more time, warming her further. I wanted her to crest more slowly and higher than ever before.

Slowly she relaxed, but her hips had taken up a motion of their own. Taking their cue, I matched the tempo, pressing into her, sucking at the extended button, the fleshy, frilly labia. I kissed at her rearward opening, it's tight little pulsing ring. I gently invaded it with the point of my tongue, my little blade alternately pressing wetly in and being pressed out.

Once again, her muscles began to dance, once again I eased. Her bud pressed outward, I teased gently at it, tracing the root of it with my lips and tongue. Her gasps rose, her hips rotated, pressed up to me.

This time I went on. Her belly heaved, her nubbin danced. But I didn't stop. I knew there were further depths. I ground my face into her, sucked at the nest of her bud, stabbed at the little wad, rolling it between my lips. Her ecstasy rose ever higher. I knew she had cum, but I went on.

"Ohh... Ohh... Oh please stop. No, don't stop. Ohh... Oh..." She babbled.

My tongue and lips worked almost by themselves. I became intoxicated, lost in the heady ecstasy I was inducing, lost in the taste of her. My mouth locked over her entire organ, sucking it. My tongue became a fiery blade, circling within her body.

I pounded my tongue into her, though my jaws ached, and the base of my tongue stretched painfully. My face was drenched with her creamy fluids and my own spittle. Her nubbin ground at my nose, my slippery chin pressed into her rear.

Her babbling became incoherent, little cries interspersed with animal growls. Her hips bucked violently against me. Her feet came up and her heels began to pound at my shoulders. I continued to gnaw at her. Her fingers wound into my hair and pressed my face into her. My aching hard spear was throbbing tumultuously. My blood roared in my ears, my body was trembling.

I pursed my lips around her love button, sucked it, licking it, drawing the flat of my tongue across its head.

I inserted a drenched, soaking finger into the soft puckered ring of her rear opening.

Her voice broke into sobbing gasps, the violence of her hip motions peaked, her sphincters clamped hard. I almost came myself. Her motions began to subside, and I sensed it was enough. I eased my aching tongue, and gently kissed at her.

I looked up at her face. Even in the moonlight I could see how flushed she was. Gently I let her hips down onto the blanket, slid down beside her, and stroked her sweat-drenched belly with my fingertips.

I kissed her cheek.

"Ohhh..." she sighed. "so long. It went on for so long. It seemed it would never end. I didn't want it to end. I almost couldn't stand it, but I didn't want it to stop."

She put her arms around my neck and drew me to a long, long kiss.

Her body was still trembling. She smiled, ran her fingers through my hair, and placed wet kisses on my lips.

"Mmmm... That was good," she breathed into my neck. She reached over me, her rose-tipped cones brushing my chest, and took up the wine.

Pressing her lips to mine, she filled my mouth.

I brushed her back and sides with my fingertips.

"Did you say there was some cheese?" I asked.

"Um, hum..."

Again she reached over me, her twin peaks brushing me ever so lightly, and, breaking off a piece of cheddar, offered it to me with her lips.

I took the cheese, sucking her upper lip briefly.

"This is the best way to take food," she said. "Lovers should never have a meal any other way!"

She broke another piece of cheese, and again offered it. I took it the same way, and gave half back.

She bent and licked up the crumbs from my chest, lingering at my nipples. She ran her hands up and down my chest, pressing gently here and there. I wondered if the Roman emperors had been ministered to as well.

We ate quietly for a while, savoring each other as well as the food.

After a while, she lay down, cradling her face on her arms.

How beautiful she was, I marvelled again! The curve of her back, narrowing to her small waist, broadening to her smooth hips, the firm globes of her cheeks like rounded hills. Her slim but well-muscled legs, so shapely. Even lying still there was a fluid grace about her.

I rose, and squatting over her legs, began to massage her shoulders and back. I kneaded at the muscles, finding and easing the little knots.

"Ohh... That feels good." she murmured.

"For me, too," I answered, for it did. The feel of her skin, the texture of the flesh beneath, was a sensuous delight in my hands.

I worked the muscles across her shoulders, then down along her spine. A little side trip to the muscles above her hip bones, then back down over the kidneys to where the twin hollows of her dimples lay. I trailed my fingers back up her spine to her neck, massaging the muscles, then worked back down.

Next, I turned my attentions to the muscles of her thighs, kneading them alternately, working down to the calves.

I turned around and massaged her feet, gently kneading their bones, rotating the ankle joint, easing the tensions in her toes. When I finished, on impulse, I sucked her big toe into my mouth.

Turning around again, I worked the muscles of her buttocks. What delights they were!

"You make me feel so relaxed, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep!" she whispered languorously.

"Feel nice?"

"Mmmm. Good. It's sleepy and sexy at the same time."

As I worked at her buttocks and thighs, her legs parted, and I changed position so that I was kneeling between them. The sight and feel of her body was exciting, and soon my sword, still wetted from my last activities, was standing in salute, announcing my appreciation of her beauty.

I leaned forward, and began to apply my tongue to her neck, kissing and bathing that delightful skin. I bathed her back, licking each bump of her spine, tracing the outlines of her shoulder blades.

"Ohh... Mmm... Good. But wouldn't you rather I rolled over?"

"Mmm... Perhaps, but later."

As I bent over her back, applying my tongue to every delicious inch of her back, my spear fell into the valley between her cheeks. As I moved up and down her back, so it moved up and down that delightful rift.

"Mmm," she murmured, squeezing her buttocks together around it, "That feels good too.

"Have you ever... that is, would you like to... Um, I mean, make love to me THAT way?"

"Yes," I replied, "I want you that way too."

"I've never done that. I've always been afraid it would hurt."

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm not, with you." I bent and turned my tongue to the valley, and to the little ring hidden there. I wet my tongue, invaded, wet again.

"Ummm," she hummed.

I gently wet my weapon against her, then placed its point to the little puckered target, and pushed gently. The door was shut tightly. I wet my thumb and gently pressed it to the portal, which opened slowly to my insistent pressure. I returned the point of my spear to the portal and gently pressed once more. Suddenly, with a cry of surprise, then a sigh, the door opened, allowing the point to enter.

"Are you alright?"

"Ohh yes. It feels so big. It is very exciting. Ohh... It doesn't hurt at all, it just feels big."

I entered a bit further, the tight, hot doorway fanning my fires to a white heat.

"Mmm... Let me move on you," she said, wiggling.

I gently withdrew, sliding back out. She got up on her knees. Carefully, I renewed the fluids, adding some of her own, now flowing dampness, then held the point of my weapon against its target.

This time it was she who pressed, and the door opened more quickly, admitting me easily.

I held her still a moment, then gently and slowly entered.

She began to moan again, and she moved back and forth slowly, each rocking motion capturing more of me.

"Oh. Mmm... More," she murmured.

My blood was roaring in my ears, my heart pounding in my chest, the exotic intimacy making we wild. I began to groan.

I squeezed her cheeks, then found her drenched lovebud with my fingers, my other hand going to her breast.

"Its good," she cried. "Ohh... Yes, rub me there. Ohh..."

I rubbed her lovebud, and entered her love tunnel with a finger.

"I'm going to... Ohh! Ohh!" She pressed back against me, my spear throbbing far into her body, the tight, hot anal canal surrounding me, squeezing me.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried, grinding my hand against her button with one hand. Her sphincter pulsed around me. Her hand released mine and sought out my sac, which she rubbed gently against her wet labia.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The cry burst from my throat as, despite the depletion of my reservoirs, once more my tired cannons roared.

Once again we collapsed together, my weapon caught in her body.

"Ohhh," she whispered, "I had no idea. Ohh. It's... so different, so good."

"You get me so hot," I said.

I gently moved my member within her.

"Oh! Please pull out slowly... Ohh! Mmm..." She giggled, "I might not be able to sit for a week!"

"I might not be able to walk," I laughed.

Once again we embraced and kissed as the fires banked, and, twined together, we fell asleep.

I woke once in the night. It was almost dawn. Her head was nestled on my shoulder, her legs twined about mine, her hand holding my sword.

I smiled, and, fondling a breast, went back to sleep.

When I next woke, the sun was well up the morning sky, and she was gone. I searched the island, but no sign of her. The blanket was still there, though the basket was gone. When I went to the pile of my clothes to dress, I found that my tee-shirt had been replaced with a checkered shirt that buttoned the other way.

I found some marks on the stone, written with the burnt end of a stick:

"Goodbye, my Apollo. I love you."

Though I searched the lake and nearby town for months, I never saw her again.

Were it not for a checkered shirt and a blanket, I would think I had dreamed it all.