Mwynwen - strawberry and apple
By Diana the Valkyrie
What's the drill when you're porking someone who just abolished weight?


After supper, we went to bed. I have to say, I wasn't expecting that. I
thought she'd need weeks of coaxing and stuff, so you can imagine my surprise
when after we'd eaten, she said "Dessert", took off her dress, and led me to
her bedding area. I suppose I shouldn't have been that surprised, she
certainly didn't need a bed for sleeping on, and the fact that she had one
taking up space in Gingerbread must mean that it got some use.

Now I had a chance to see her properly; when a woman strips off for sex, you
don't have to pretend that you aren't looking at her. So I watched her while I
pulled off my t-shirt and trousers. The first thing I checked was her navel.
She did have one. I'm not sure why I had some uncertainty about that, I mean
everyone has one. Of course she had one. Then a glance down, and yes, she was
a natural black-hair. Now that was something I hadn't been sure about, because
of her hair being so deep black and glossy, I thought maybe there was a bit of
help from a bottle. Then up to her breasts, which would have been entirely
suitable for one of the women I worked with on the porn vids, except, except.
There was something odd. Very odd. Then I realised, they were much too
high-up, like she was wearing an invisible support. We were standing by the
bed, and I looked up into her eyes, she was a good few inches taller than me.
She was tall, six foot three, she stood up straight and her breasts thrust out
proudly like a special offer, promising maternal love and sexual bliss.

You know, if you watch a porn vid, you'd think that the cock and cunt are the
important players in the sex game. If you make a porn vid, then you know they
aren't, it's the tits and twat. But standing there, looking up at Mwynwen, I
realised that it wasn't those either, it was the eyes. Why? Because the eyes
are the windows to the soul, to the personality, to the essence of Mwynwen. I
really don't understand how eyes can be expressive, objectively, don't they
all look the same? But hers were black and green and white, large and limpid,
laughing and inviting. So I kissed her. And she kissed me. Yum yum. And her
hands were like feathers on my back, and I stepped back a little and got my
thumbs on her nipples, which were red, engorged and very sensitive; I heard a
slight moan. And then, almost a whisper "I won't dance."

You know, if we did this in a sex vid, people would ask for their money back.
But I can tell you, that dance was probably the most erotic act I've ever
performed. Pity there were no cameras. And anyway it wasn't so much my
performance, it was hers. Can you imagine how gracefully a woman can move when
she isn't actually putting any weight on her feet? How erotic her breasts are
when there's no gravity tugging them down? How she can make her hair swirl
about her head and float through the air as if it were floating on water? "And
I seem to find the happiness I seek, When we're out together dancing cheek to
cheek"

And cheek to cheek became mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, eye to eye as she
lifted me effortlessly up to her height and the music, dance and time itself
stopped, hesitated, then restarted as we slowly toppled on to the bed, very
tangled up together. We hit the bed, bounced, and she was underneath me, I was
on top, but she wasn't actually touching the bed. It was there, and that gave
me a feeling of familiarity, but we weren't using it. My weight was entirely
on her body, except that it didn't feel like there was much weight at all. And
her legs moved up and apart, her arms spread wide as she invited me to enter
her most personal space.

I was all at sea. As you can imagine, being in the porn biz means that I
haven't been a virgin for a long time, and on a good week I might prong a
couple of dozen women, especially if there's a decent fluffer to help me
along. So I'm not exactly lacking in experience. But I'm used to a world where
there's basically two positions (plus some variations), man-on-top and then my
weight drives it in, and woman-on-top and then her weight impales her. So -
what's the drill when you're porking someone who just abolished weight?

Good old Newton. Third law. To go forward, you push back; if you push forward,
you go back. I was pushing forward, and that was sending me backward.
Everything I did to get more penetration, was pushing me away from her. The
physics of frustration. I kept on trying, but repeating something that doesn't
work just means it doesn't work several times. She was laughing, I was getting
more and more frustrated, and the more frustrated I got, the more she was
laughing, and then I looked up and saw her face, smiling and giggling, and I
saw how funny it was, and I started laughing too, and Linda once told me, you
can laugh or fuck but not both, and she's right.

So after we'd both laughed a bit, and rolled around a bit, and kissed a bit,
and nuzzled a bit, and touched that and stroked this and caressed that and I
was back in a condition of being able to punch a two-inch diameter hole
through armour plate, and she was wild and wet and willing, and I could smell
strawberry and apple, she braced her hands under my armpits, wrapped those
long long legs round my upper thighs, and with one long pull I found that I
was totally enveloped in something that felt like a soapy flannel held in a
very firm grip. I tried to push forward, but Newton balked that; I tried to
pull back, but her grip on my dick just pulled her back with me. A most
peculiar feeling; it was like we were both floating underwater, except that we
weren't. Well, OK, it still felt pretty good to me, I wasn't complaining, I
was pretty much where I'd wanted to be ever since I'd first met her.

But a man is never happy to stay still; there is a movement imperative that
cannot be denied. "Min?" "mmmm..." "How do I? Er?" I felt her grip relax, and
I slid out somewhat; she pulled on my arms, and I was deep inside her again.
She showed my how to move her to and fro rather than try to move myself, and
her legs curled round the back of my thighs and kept us together. She started
to moan a little, I increased the pace. She moans a bit louder "Yes, yes, no,
yes" Then the room started to spin, she was rolling us over and over. I saw
the floor, then the ceiling, floor, ceiling; the rotation wasn't fast, but it
was confusing, and it was speeding up. I concentrated on Mwynwen, the smell of
strawberry and apple seemed to be getting stronger. Now she was panting and
groaning, and as we rotated I could see that the bed was further away, the
ceiling closer. It didn't feel like we were spinning, maybe we were stationary
and the room was rotating, or maybe it was the whole universe, there's no such
thing as an absolute frame of reference. I guessed she was losing control, and
I hoped that when the explosion came, I wouldn't be splattered over the
ceiling or something insane like that. But no way, she must know what happens
here, she's done this before. Virgins are all very well, but you *cannot* beat
an experienced woman. And her loss of control was making me lose control, and
everything was a blur, we were spinning out of control, I was spinning out of
control, she was screaming, I was yelling, were were screaming together.
"SHARON!"

Oh god, I can't believe I did that, I can't believe it, did she hear, I was
shouting loud enough to wake the dead, but she was shouting too, I don't know
what she was saying, maybe she didn't know what I was shouting, it was just
habit, it doesn't matter what you scream when you're making a vid, it's just a
shout, it doesn't mean anything, maybe she didn't notice, oh god, oh shit, oh
god. Oh. Oh. Oh.

We crashed down to the bed as she completely lost it; we were still rolling as
we hit the mattress, bounced, landed, and our angular momentum rolled us
across the bed and onto the floor. Thump, CRACK! I landed on top of her, which
wasn't very gentlemanly of me but you don't get to choose. "Whuff" she said,
as my weight emptied her lungs, "oof" I said as my diaphragm hit her pelvic
girdle.

As I hit the floor, I had my hands out to break my fall, it's completely
instinctive, either it's part of the hardwiring, or else you learn that at a
very early age, and it's reinforced throughout your life. Mwynwen didn't. She
just landed flat on her back, and her head cracked against the hard stone
floor. Oh god! She has no falling instincts, she didn't learn them. I thought
she was unconscious or worse, but then she moaned and her eyes opened. "Ow.
Oooooowwww. What hit me?" "Mwynwen, you just got hit by gravy". Thank god it
was only eighteen inches from the bed to the floor.

We lay there on the hard floor, getting our breath back, panting a little, wet
from the extreme exercise. "Puff puff puff". "Mmmm". "Mmmmm." "Mmmm?" "Mmmm!"
"Fancy a shower?" she asked. "Good idea. But you don't have a hot water
system, you don't have electricity ..." She put her mouth on mine, shutting me
up for a moment. For several moments. For quite a long time, actually. When I
stopped concentrating on kissing her, I found we were a few inches above the
bed again; she rolled, dumping me off onto the mattress, swung her legs round
and stood up. "A couple of minutes ..." I curled up, breathing in the
Mwynwen-scent, the essence of her. And strawberry and apple. I closed my eyes
and just enjoyed the lassitude and relaxation that you get after a really good
shag, and I think I must have dozed off.

I was woken by two hands. One of them was rubbing the small of my back, making
me want to uncurl and squirm, the other was exploiting the opportunity that my
uncurling presented. I opened my eyes. "You've been taking lessons from
Linda?" "A few," she said. I put my arms round her taut, tight body and hugged
her to me. "You don't need even a few lessons" I said, "your natural
advantages are all you need". She rubbed a couple of her natural advantages
against my body; her nipples were already stiff with arousal. I retaliated by
rubbing one of my natural advantages over her naturally black and bushy bush,
her hands came round to the small of my back, and moved in interesting ways,
my hands reached around to the tops of her thighs, and I took a firm grip, so
that I'd have something to react against as we slowly rose above the bed.

This time, it was good, it just wasn't as explosive as last time. She didn't
lose control over the gravy, I didn't shout out Sharon's name, and we didn't
wind up on the floor. So I guess it didn't rate a 10, but I'd go for an encore
any time. And afterwards we snuggled a lot. That's something else you don't do
in a porn vid, it's just wham, bam, on to the next one. From the point of view
of the audience, snuggling and whispering and giggling is boring. From the
point of view of the participants, it's one of the best parts of it.

And two rounds with Mwynwen was enough for me; with no fluffer to encourage me
up for a third go, we just drifted off to sleep on a bed that was softer than
any I've ever experienced, on account of we weren't actually on the bed, we
were a few inches above the mattress. How does she do that even while she's
asleep? She's such a mystery, she's got to be the most unusual person I've
ever met. For sure she's a person and not some alien or angel, thank god she
didn't hear me shout out "Sharon", I wonder what Sharon's doing right now,
she's probably in bed, I wonder if she's in bed alone, how could I have been
so stupid as to lie to her about Mandy, it's very nice lying here with
Mwynwen, I wouldn't have met her if it weren't for Linda, I've got to do
something for Linda, something to thank her for this, and not just a bunch of
flowers or perfume, why does Mwynwen smell of strawberry and apple, surely she
isn't using some sort of herbal perfume, I couldn't kill that rabbit, I
understand now why she's vegetarian, but she eats so much, buckets of food,
but she doesn't have any extra fat on her, not on her waist, but her breasts
are so full and round and firm and I know she's cheating there, she's using
gravy on them, but that's not really cheating, because it's part of what she
is, how she is, it's why she couldn't fall right, she isn't used to falling,
falling, falling ... asleep.