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A Portrait From Life

... They seemed fitting for her. Finally I put down my brushes, and looked at Gwendolyn. She smiled and rose up. She beckoned to me. I went to her, and she began taking off my clothing. She had never done that before, except that very first time. Now I was nude, as she was nude. "Lie down, my artist. Lie down and let me please you once more." I did. I placed myself on the silk covering, with my erect cock in the air. Lady Gwen straddled me, and lowered her hairless pussy down, taking in my cock. Her vagina began to milk my prick. Jesus, I had never felt this before. I wanted to begin fucking her, but she knew me. She shook her finger, and she took over the fucking. She rose up on her taut, pretty legs, then lowered herself again. She began humming as she screwed my dick into her pussy. She was humming "That Old Black Magic" and I recognized that she had always hummed it. I reached up and fondled her breasts. They were just as I always thought they would be. She leaned down, allowing me to suck her erect nipples. Ruby red and calling my lips to them. I sucked them and she trembled, then increased her fucking on my hard cock. She was getting closer. It was all I had dreamed of. It was what I prayed for in ...

... the depths of the night. Her coming was releasing honey down around my hairy balls, and I shook as I erupted into her pussy. She felt it, and trembled with another come. We were coming together now, over and over. Her body stiffened. She cried out. She jerked, and then almost fell over. I held her up and then gathered her down to my chest. I stroked her back, and kissed her neck. At last she got up, pulled her pussy away from my cock, and she went in to wash up. I just stayed there, feeling the glow spreading over my body. "So, I'll have one of my people come by for the portrait. It'll look lovely over the mantel in our library at the house. You must stop by some time and see how it hangs there. I'm certain you'll be pleased with its display. I am off, my artist friend. Take care Lorenzo." And she was off. Like that. Like always. But this was goodbye, surely. She was gone. I got up and looked at my portrait of the Lady Gwen. Gwendolyn. Glowing with loveliness. The lotus pods there on the silk coverlet. The lotus is a symbol of purity to most Asians, of various religions and beliefs. It grows out of the mud, but retains it purity. These were lotus seed pods. The blooms were gone. Lady Gwen was gone.