Chapter 1

The Reunion From the pitch-black surroundings of the lavish penthouse apartment, I stared through the rain cascading down the glass windows thirty stories above the huge waves lashing the beach below.

The view was enthralling.

I raised my eyes into the force of the most violent thunderstorm I'd ever seen and marveled at the glory of Mother Nature. The only light was coming from the intermittent lightning bolts slashing through the night's darkness only to cauterize their energy by knifing into the ocean's white caps.That scene was almost replicated inside as rivulets of perspiration coursed down my neck and shoulders as I continued my methodical fucking of my beloved Julie. Julie, the light of my life since our freshman year at Columbia, is moaning continuously, her legs wrapped firmly around my waist while I thrust in and out of her. Once again she's on the threshold of a climax.

My back is on fire after being raked by her razor-sharp nails; and I know from experience that the pain will linger long after we're finished fucking. But, I am soaring with the knowledge that I've finally wrested control away from her. Filled with a gloating sensation I've never experienced before, I recall Julie telling me years ago, "I only mark the one's that make me cum," and grimace as her nails renew their attack and dig deeper and the pain reaches a higher threshold. Silently, I accept it as if she were bestowing a badge of honor upon me--she's relinquished control at long last. Shaking my head from side-to-side, I increase the tempo of my thrusts. For a moment, it's so quiet I imagine I can actually hear pellets of my sweat landing on the sheets with light thuds. Then a terrifying clap of thunder shakes the building, bringing me back to the moment. I cease thrusting and ease my slippery prick out of her sopping center and roll her over telling her to get her ass up in the air. Julie hesitates and I smack her ass hard to make my point. This prompts her to comply with alacrity, and she bends forward to a point from which she can clasp the brass bars of the headboard.

"Ya gonna fuck me up the ass?" she croaks hoarsely. To me this represents a new, different side of Julie even though there is no discernable anxiety in her voice.

"I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want to bitch!" I growl in reply. This is not my usual demeanor and I know I've shocked Julie with this attitude adjustment. Good! That's what I intended to do. Julie's buttocks rise even higher in anticipation as I close in on her. Now I'm on my knees, cupping her marvelous tits from behind and mashing them together before releasing them. Julie sighs contentedly. My fingers grope around to her greasy genitals and gather enough juice to make anal entry relatively easy-but not for her. A bolt of lightning crackles nearby, followed immediately by a loud clap of thunder; Julie trembles and I wonder if it was fear or excitement that caused it. I really don't care if I rip her apart right now. (Well, I know I won't. We've done this bit before.) I laugh aloud when I discover Julie's fingers already busy anointing her asshole with juices too, only Julie's got her finger inside her ass, preparing the way for me. [I should take a moment and share some information with those of you who are not familiar with ass fucking. The pleasure a woman feels during sex when their partner pays some loving attention to that puckered little orifice two inches below their pussy is surprisingly good. Women in general have a tendency to equate this with pain rather than pleasure. I'm sorry, nothing could be further from the truth. Well, yes, there is pain, just as there is pain when the hymen is broken. That "pain" doesn't stop a woman from having sex again does it? No, they put it behind them, no pun intended. It might surprise you to learn that a woman's asshole contains a vast repository of sensory nerves and the right kind of penetration and stimulation can produce powerful climaxes. Of course, anal entry must be accomplished in proper fashion, i.e., lots of lubrication and slowly, very slowly.] Gripping Julie about the waist, I mount her doggy styleShe twists around, looks at me, closes her eyes, and moans, "Do it! Do it!"It I do. Spreading her knees apart, I flex my buttocks and slide my hips forward, placing my prick at her puckered entrance and push. The initial resistance gradually yields and the head of my prick eases about two inches into her ass. This coaxes a groan from her. She gasped loudly, and her head snapped back. My prick slipped out and I paused to pant, slowly regaining my breath before reinserting it again, this time establishing a solid beachhead. Ready to attack again, I gripped her lean hips tightly. "C'mon," she gasped, "Bring it on!" With that, Julie lets go of the headboard, hunches over to all fours, and buries her face in a pillow, crying out, "Yes! That's it! Get it in there. Get it all in there," humping her ass back at me to counter each thrust of mine in her eagerness to achieve rear-end rapture. [Gotta provide ya with some more data about this. How else can I convince you to try it? Apparently, as the prick rides in and out it creates sensations through the very thin membrane in the anal passage serving as a partition to the clit on the other side. So the final climax is actually caused by a similar stimulation to the clit that causes them to come during a good old-fashioned fuck or suck. The thing is, it takes LONGER for the woman to cum during a butt-fuck. But, when they do get off, the pleasure is so excruciatingly powerful that it feels as if their entire rear end has been reamed-out with rapture. That might explain why Julie is so hot to get it on. Of course, I've already spent over an hour in teasing her, fucking her and eating her out.]Julie groaned again as I moved deeper within her anal channel. Reaching a hand between her legs, she roughly masturbated her clit until a relief of sorts swept over her. It wasn't long before my ivory hard prick vanished into her hole and I felt the bristles of her pubic hair roiling against my lower stomach. The huge glass windows, which normally afforded a magnificent view of the ocean, now served as a full-length mirror thanks to the frequent lightning flashes, and gleefully watched our gyrating reflections every time the lightning crackled. Julie raised her head to join me in looking into the reflections. Her face was suffused with lust and she caught me watching her, gasped deliriously and loosened a torrent of foul language at me.