But I wasn’t satisfied to merely teach Lindy a lesson. I wanted to humiliate her, as I had all females in my life who had tried to harm me physically or emotionally. So, I stopped masturbating her clit and buried my fingers in her pussy, rasping against her G spot.
“This is how your mother likes it,” I muttered cruelly into her ear while burying myself again in her rectum. But her response surprised me. Rather than being repulsed, she shrieked, and filled the apartment with guttural sounds of what became a titanic, prolonged orgasm. Merely holding onto her was a task, as her muscular little frame writhed in my embrace like that of a python. My legs, by this time, were tingling from their task of supporting both of us, and my excited sex organs were demanding release. So I let go as well, pumping shot after shot of cum into Lindy’s bowels as she shivered, shuddered and quivered, becoming a relaxed mass of flesh in my arms. We were still both standing as we heard pounding on the walls from neighbors, exhorting us to keep down the noise. Lindy had turned around and tried to kiss me, which I’d rejected, and I stumbled toward the bed in the living room and crashed onto it, exhausted by wine, hashish, and the extraordinary physical stamina of an 18-year-old girl.
Sometime during my fitful nap I heard Lindy showering. It must have been hours later – long after dark – when I arose, needing the same thing. The stench of sweat, rancid butter mixed with the smell of shit, and a heightened sense of my own shame, propelled me to the shower, from which I emerged a much more sober guy. I didn’t want to disturb Lindy, who’d retired to her bedroom untold hours before, so I lay down naked on the bed in the living room and closed my eyes. After a few minutes I heard her soft voice call, “Nick? Nicky? Will you please come in and sleep with me?”
What’s a man to do? I slipped quietly under the covers next to her and she snuggled warmly in the crook of my arm. One of her smooth legs swung over mine and a soft hand reached down gently to fondle my cock. She apologized for slapping me.
“I’m sorry, too, Lindy. I forgot how angry I get when a woman belts me. I’ll leave in the morning. What I really need now is a few hours of sleep,” said I. She mewled something feminine and we were down for the count.
The next morning we made love, the sweetest and gentlest that ever we had. Then I was gone. We both knew we wouldn’t see one another for many months – and then only after our European adventures were finished – in the States. She cried when I left, professing her love and asking me to take good care of her mother.
Part 4
After Italy I went to Greece, then Egypt, to see the ancient Nile Valley ruins and statuary before the waters of the Aswan Dam covered them for eternity. Once back home I felt like a fish out of water…except for Maureen. Though I’d returned to the university, college girls had lost their luster for me, and her maturity kept alive in my body what my memories and spirit could never forget. Our sex life became ever-more-imaginative, even serving as a stimulus for her to pursue erotic photography…professionally, given her contacts. As well, I corresponded with Lindy, who herself seemed to have become much more sophisticated as she wound down her year of study in Europe.