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tantalizing inches away from her centre. “No! Cannot!” She was teasing him.
    She dipped her head down and scooped him up with her mouth. He groaned in relief as her warm wetness engulfed him. “Yes, oh yes!” She savoured him, moving her head gently from side to side and letting him slide around in her mouth. His excitement mounted rapidly, but she pulled away and his sex fell back onto his belly.
    “Mmmh, very good, Tim. Very hungry. I think you make me very full when you come. Too much come! You lie down.” She moved around to face him and knelt astride his thighs. He looked over the length of his body to take in her slim brown beauty, but she had eyes only for his sex. She shuffled forward, bringing her small dark delta closer. The rich wetness of her lips settled warmly onto the root of his sex, enveloping him. “Oh, that’s good,” he muttered, staring at the soft lips spread around his shaft. Darti looked into his eyes and started to rock gently. Her face grew still and thoughtful.
    Tim reached down to stroke her thighs as the rhythm of her rocking became more insistent. She had her eyes closed for seconds at a time, and when they opened, they were blank and far away. She leant forward and put her hands on his chest. She rubbed herself harder against him now, pressing almost brutally against his hairy root. Her head nodded and her curtain of black hair fell forward. “Oh Tim,” she panted and her rubbing became frantic. It could not last, and with a cry she threw her head back. She sat frozen, all her weight fusing them together, balancing herself between her pulsing sex and her rigid fingertips on his stomach.
    Tentatively, Tim rocked his hips from side to side but it was too soon for her. “No, no, stop!” and she fell trembling onto him. “Stop! I rest.” She wanted to wait but Tim no longer cared. Roughly, he lifted her up again and steered his urgent erection between her lips. She settled slowly down onto his spike. It felt heavenly.
    Tim lifted her up and started to move beneath her. Under the arch of her spread thighs, his thick stem slid luxuriously in and out of her, and they both watched it in silence. She moaned and, pushing on his chest, brought her feet up until she squatted over him. She raised herself until she held only his tip, and allowed him to move freely. It felt intensely exciting to watch his cock being nearly swallowed and then re-emerging slick and shiny.
    It was not enough for Darti, and she started to move. Soon she was lowering herself onto him, sucking the whole length of him into her delicate body. She moved more forcefully, dropping herself heavily onto his root. Tim could not imagine how she swallowed him so completely without pain, that her small frame could accept him, that she desired so much of his cock inside her. She paused to grind her mound into his hair, feeling his rod stir her insides and then she began again, slamming herself down on him and striving for release. With a rush Tim was coming at last, pumping and fountaining into her. He was barely conscious of her drawing out the agonising moment, squatting on him, arms between her raised knees, holding his waist and frantically crushing her sex into his hair.
    She lay on him, between his legs, with his softening stem still inside her. Her hair flowed over him and he could feel her soft breath on his neck. He felt completely relaxed.
    “I don’t know how you do that, Darti. It doesn’t look possible to sit on it like that. It should hurt.”
    “Hurt?” she muttered. “No hurt. I like it inside. It is very good.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
    She was torn from her diary by Ranji’s phone call. “Come quickly, Sherry, I’ve found a new flute for you.” Ranji sounded flustered, as if she had been running. She must have called from a payphone and Sherry could hear the traffic behind her.
    “But I’m busy…” she protested half-heartedly.
    “So come to the Marco Polo now. Can you take a