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It was a dark day in
Paradise. Dank air stifled what used to be the purest
location... Grace dusted herself off before rising to
realize her own nudity. Her hands touched gently the
soft breasts which she had always taken for the
norm....that was before the fall.
They were fallen angels, and they knew not where they
were, only the beauty from which they were thrust. She
looked around slowly. It was a sad place, this earth...
Tremendously aware of her own nudity, she wandered
cautiously to the side of a small tide pool and looked
down. There is a difference between being naked, and
knowing you are naked...almost like a baby discovering
his ears...he could always hear, and yet he knew not
how... Grace gazed for a few moments at her own figure,
devoid of wings, staring into her own eyes. As her eyes
traveled downward, so did her hands.
She let her hands cup lightly her milk-white breasts as
her fingertips explored her hardened nipples. She then
let her hands slip downward, caressing her stomach and
thighs. She then let her hand rest at the triangular
patch of hair below her belly button. She rubbed it
gently and felt something she had never felt before. It
was a mixture of nausea and elation. She moved her
fingers inward and felt her own wetness. A cool breeze
swept over her body, braising her hair over her
shoulders and across her breasts...she closed her eyes.
When she reopened them, she was not alone. Staring into
the tide pool, she saw another fallen one at her side.
She turned to face him, then seeing his bareness, Grace
tried to shield her eyes with her hand.
"Don't!" he said, taking her hand away.
She looked into his eyes. "Who are you? Are you fallen
as I?" "I am David," he answered. " And yes, I am a
fallen one, as yourself...."
"I am Grace."
"You are beautiful."
He moved toward her to stroke her face with his hand.
Her eyes closed, as she felt the same feelings as a
moment before become intensified by a million. She
reached up to take his hand. She opened her eyes and was
entranced by his furtive, nearly plaintive
gaze.
She opened her mouth, as if to say no, but he covered
her mouth with his own. Her mouth responded, though in
her mind, she was precarious...she knew not what she was
doing, nor what it could lead to, but it felt so
wonderful....
A little moan escaped her mouth as his hand traveled
down her body toward her breasts in light strokes. With
his other hand, he slowly caressed her face and neck,
sometimes letting it run through her long blonde hair.
Growing anxious, Grace began to let her hands wander
over this man's strange body.
"Don't just use your hands, Grace," he murmured. "Caress
me with your eyes and your soul...." She stood away from
him and let her eyes travel down every inch of his body,
allowing her gaze to linger on his groin. "That's it,
Grace..." he whispered. She began to feel the coming
familiar sensations again... She stepped forward, and
with her hands, she stroked first David's face, then his
bare chest. He was so warm to touch. Then she trailed
her hands down to his penis and just let them hover
there, barely touching him.
He drew in his breath, and closed his eyes. Reopening
them, he gazed into her eyes and stroked her soft
breasts, letting his fingertips circle around her
nipples. "I want to explore you. I want to know every
inch of what makes a woman. I could never know, up
there...." his eyes lifted toward the sky. "David, I..."
Grace faltered. She stepped back and lifted her
arms, staring at the ground.
"Not like that..." he said.
He took her by the hand and led her nearer to the tide
pool. There was a blanket of soft foliage bordering the
sand, and it was there he lay her down. The smell of the
garden flowers was intoxicating, and made this mundane
place seem all the more like Paradise...
Grace stretched out on her back, and David kneeled
beside her. He began kissing her hands, her arms, her
face....then for a few moments, he only stared at her.
Her nipples began to harden under his gaze, and her
fingers found them, unaware of the new feelings. David
took her hands away and replaced them with his own. He
carefully massaged her breasts, and began running his
tongue up and down the space between them. He trailed
his tongue up the side of them, and gently put one of
the rosy nipples in his mouth.
Grace moaned in ecstasy as he alternated
breasts...licking and sucking until she felt as if she
would burst. He then let his tongue move down across her
stomach...she arched her back, not knowing what to
expect.
David's tongue then began working it's way to her pussy,
wet with expectations of the unknown...with his hands he
began massaging her breasts again as his tongue met her
clitoris for the first time. She shuddered and let out a
little yelp. There was nothing to compare with the
electric charges she felt now throughout her body. She
began to run her hands down David's chest. She stared
now at his penis. It was like nothing she had ever seen
before. It was so incredibly beautiful. She reached out
her hand to touch it, and felt it throb beneath her
trembling fingers.
David moaned excitingly, and began sucking harder on
Grace's pussy. She gasped and writhed beneath him. He
thrust his tongue into her vagina and began moving it
slowly, still stroking her breasts. She reached out for
his penis again, and feeling it in her hand, she
began stroking it upward. She stroked her index finger
over the tip and felt a wetness. Curious, she put the
finger in her mouth to taste. It was an odd mixture of
salty tastes.... David pulsed his hips forward. Grace
put her hands on his hips and pushed him toward
her mouth. He positioned himself straddling her face as
he kept licking and sucking her.
She lifted her head and began to lick the head of his
penis, thrilled at the taste and feel of him. She then
put it in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it. She
felt David shudder, and began sucking him, moving him in
and out of her mouth while caressing him with her
tongue. She loved the aching feeling growing in her
loins with the thought of what David was doing to her,
and the curiosity of the wondering if she did the same
for him. It began to intensify suddenly, and Grace moved
out from under his mouth.
"Why did you move?" he asked.
"I don't know..." she answered.
They stared at each other for a few moments. The
feelings were still strong, just not as urgent.
Instinctively, David turned around so he was on top of
her, between her legs. He ran his hand up and down her
inner thigh and began licking and sucking her nipples
again...
Grace lifted her pelvis to meet David's. He lowered
himself onto her, and she felt his hard penis on her
stomach, she arched again and felt him rub against the
outside of her pussy. This turned her on even more, and
she began thrusting herself against him. He lifted his
head, and staring into her eyes, he pushed against her.
She grabbed his buttocks, and with one more push, he
entered her. For a split second, they just sat there.
There is that one moment when a man enters a woman when
the world stands still, dizziness overcomes, and
everyone else seems very trivial. They felt it for the
first time and reveled in it. Then slowly, they began to
move in rhythm. She felt his penis moving inside her,
and nothing else seemed to matter. He began to move
faster, more methodically, and all the world began to
spin again. Only this time, they didn't feel the
overwhelming urge to
move with it. The wind blew over them, cooling their
bodies, unaware of the coming storm.
They had been exiled. They had been thrown from Heaven
with only each other. Banned from Paradise...but was
this not a paradise of their own... These thoughts
reeled in their subconscious as the rhythm overcame
them. They pulsed as one heartbeat as the rain began to
pour down over them...wet, they clung together anymore.
His penis moved urgently inside her, as Grace devoured
the moment hungrily. The thunder echoed in the distance,
and that only increased the intensity of the moment...
Lost in a world completely of their own, the rocking
motion consumed them... Grace felt the compelling ache
she had felt before and this time, submits to it. She
seemed to move in waves, higher and higher toward an
unfamiliar plateau. All at once, and without warning,
she climaxed. She felt the sudden warmth flash through
her as her body racked with the throes of orgasm.
David felt her peak and felt something deepen in his
loins, he began to move faster and faster, thrusting
himself deeper into her vagina...she dug her nails into
his back, as she felt herself nearing the edge again. He
gave one final thrust and let loose his seed inside of
her...he shuddered violently against her. Feeling the
warm cum inside of her, Grace arched her back for one
last climax. All the muscles in her vagina clenched and
spasmed,
and there was nothing in the world that felt so good
right at that moment.
The thunder was amidst them now, clouds pelting them
with drops. They looked up and laughed. They owed no
forgiveness... They merely lifted their eyes as they
rose to their knees and whispered, "Thank you..."
--Stephanie Kay Buffman, March
8, 1993 |
