by Matt Troy
It was more than she could bear. Still without allowing him to enter fully. Gomari fixed her mind on the painful perception that from the moment of their first fucking.
Such realization, however stark, could not deprive Gomari’s flesh of its reward when, taking away the controlling hand. She allowed Kelly to invade at last the further precincts of her body. His weapon was a bright longsword of sensual delight. She opened her loins deep and still as her vagina absorbed it, even as her soul opened quietly, deeply, in acceptance of the finality of this final act.
“Promise me one thing, Captain,” she said, when it was all the way in, and she could speak. “Never to forget me as a woman.”
“How could I ever forget?” he said lovingly. “Now shut up, Gomari, and let me please you.”
She shut up and he pleased her.
Gomari accepted Kelly’s fucking with an enormous passivity. She did not seek orgasm; she did not desire orgasm. She wished simply to experience Kelly’s prick in the greatness of his manhood, to store up somehow in the cells of her tenderest flesh a lifetime memory of length, of girth, of power. She wished never to lose…in flesh, in mind, in heart, the sensation of the power of a man’s thighs thrusting tirelessly a hundred times, thousand ….forever….before ultimately gushing a stored load of semen that wetted sweetly the jointure of their sex-engorged flesh.
That which Gomari had of Kelly, in this final coupling, was greater than any single orgasm could ever be.
They lay together for a time.
Gomari said, “Let’s proceed with our mission, Captain, dear.”
They rested only two hours and went on . Kelly lost his sense of direction and had no idea which way they were heading. Gomari seemed to know exactly where they were going and, in spite of her continued game of playing woman and bumping into Kelly in the darkness, giving him the full benefit of her womanly fullness, they made good progress.
It was nearly midnight when Gomari stopped ahead on the trail and held up a hand for quiet. They hunched in the jungle, unable to see much more than their hands before their faces. Kelly was about to ask Gomari why they were stopping when all hell seemed to break lose on the trail.
Gomari let out a piercing scream. Kelly was opening his mouth to add to the general hubbub when strong hands grabbed his arms and pinned them behind him. He got out one yell before a rough cloth sack was yanked down over his head. He felt the cord being tied, a little too tight for comfort, around his neck.
They were bundled deep into the jungle with a thick foliage and the sacks covering their faces were removed. From the circle of men stepped an enormously huge man. Most of his upper body was exposed. “I am Mahasen,” he said in a deep, rich voice with only a touch of growl in it. “I am chief of the group of people.” He motioned toward a tall, lithe brown man who was incredibly handsome.
“This is my son, Pawan who will lead my people against the rebels.” He said, “Now you will provide us with your names and the reason why you have invaded our lands, Talk fast.”
Recognition crept into Gomari’s mind and she screamed. “Uncle Mahasen, it’s me Gomari from the village with a friend.”
“My God, Gomari, what are you doing here?” he said barking an order to release them.
“My parents were killed by the rebels and this is Captain Kelly from the army who rescued me and my brother. We were on our way to demolish the ammunition dump of the rebels.” Gomari said eyeing the handsome young man who stood by the side of the chief.
“We are terribly sorry for rough handling you captain, in the dark we didn’t know whether you were a friend or a foe.” The chief said, “If you need our help please let me know.”
“Thank you very much for your kind offer, I think it would be best we reduce the risk to the minimum, it’s better if we continue with our mission alone.” Kelly pointed out. “In fact I would have made it on my own, but Gomari knows the jungle trail better than me.”
“You are certainly a very wise man, Captain.” The chief said agreeing to Kelly’s wishes.
They proceeded. In to a new day. In which there was not love, not even the promise of lust. Only dangers and a certain weary peacefulness of the spirit.
Gomari’s womanly soul had accepted the emotional facts of her being as it was on this day of her life. During the travail of lust and love…of spiritual and physical happiness….she had passed through with her young lover. Gomari had changed profoundly into something other than the person she had been. She had become a woman who at last, after too many sordid encounters, was at peace with her female sexuality.
THE END
