Erotic Story (M/F): From the Kitchen to the Bedroom
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Posted:Sep 8, 2009 4:19 pm
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2009 6:41 am
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Author's Note - Yes, I realize it is September. 
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"Hi," she said when I answered the phone. "What're you doing?"
"I just got home from work. Why? What's up?"
"I know it's last-minute," she said, "but what're you doing Saturday?"
I shrugged. "Nothing. Probably just playing X-Box or a couple of guys from work had talked about heading out to catch a Royals game."
"Perfect!"
"Excuse me?"
"I need you," she said.
"What for?"
"I need a date. But not just any date–I need a V-D date."
She was talking in circles, and I was too tired to follow. "What?"
"I need a date for Valentine's day, silly," she said. "A bunch of us are planning to hit a club downtown. It was originally gonna be just us girls, but now that Paula is dating again they all wanted to invite their boyfriends. Now I'm the only girl without a date. How's that gonna look? The girl without a date on Valentine's Day?"
Despite my exhaustion, I chuckled. "No, that definitely won't work."
"So I thought to myself, 'Who's the only guy I know who'll fly into town just to see little ol' me?' Actually, you were third on the list, but the other guys' Learjets are in the shop."
I couldn't decide whether to laugh or complain.
"Will you do it?" she asked, completely sincere. "Please?"
I recovered my composure and needled her. "What about the other guys? They might get their Lears fixed in time."
"Now you're just being hateful," she teased. Then her voice turned soft and a little pleading. "Please. I wouldn't ask anyone but you."
"Sure," I said at last. "It sounds like fun. Besides, I wouldn't want those Lear guys to take advantage of you."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll make it worth your while. I promise."
"Just give me a goodnight kiss," I said, ever the gentleman.
"With tongue, or without?"
I laughed. "With, of course."
"You got it!"
We talked about details for a few minutes. I tried not to shudder when I realized how much this was going to cost, but I was sure it would be worth it.
"Oh, Wayne," Kate said at last, "I can't wait to see you. Thank you so much."
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As usual I was running late and in a rush to get ready. I nearly cut myself shaving, and was barely dressed when I heard the door. In a rush, I straightened my tie, shrugged into my suit coat, and stepped across the hotel room for the door. I yanked it open just as Kate knocked again.
She beamed when she saw me. Her hair was done up in soft curls, and she wore a black cocktail dress that showed off her body. I didn't even have time to admire her before she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a sound kiss.
Kate let me go so I could close the door. Then I offered my arm, and she looped hers through it. We took the elevator down and went out front to meet the others. A limo driver was standing by the car, holding the door open, and doing his best to look professional. In the back of the limousine, she introduced me to the couple already there.
"This is Paula," she said, "and her new boyfriend, Mitch."
I nodded to Paula and shook Mitch's hand.
We made small talk until we reached the restaurant, where we met three more couples. Kate introduced everyone, and I tried to memorize names and faces. The guys wore suits, and the girls were dressed for a night on the town, but Kate and Paula stood out.
Dinner was the best I'd had in weeks, and the conversation around the table was lively. The girls opened their gifts after the waiter cleared the plates. She opened mine first, and gave me a kiss as she modeled the bracelet for the other girls. The rest of her presents were the usual mix of serious and gag gifts. The waiter must have seen we were opening presents, because he appeared a few minutes later with champagne and dessert.
Afterward, we all piled into the limousine for the ride to the club. Kate sat on my lap in the back, with Paula on Mitch's lap next to us. The other couples squeezed onto the L-shaped front bench.
One of the guys opened a bottle of champagne from the limo's bar. We finished several more on the way, so everyone had a happy buzz by the time we reached the club. The doormen ushered us inside like we owned the place. They had a private table waiting for us, a big round booth in the corner. The waitress took our drink orders, more champagne, but no one sat down. Instead, we headed for the dance floor.
I wasn't the greatest dancer in the world anymore as I was out of practice, but I was still good enough enough to not embarrass myself. The music had a driving beat, a mixture of disco and techno. I probably could've identified the songs, but I was paying too much attention to Kate to care.
We finally returned to the table after five or six songs. Kate slid into the booth and pulled me with her. I filled her glass and then my own. She leaned close to my ear.
"Thank you for coming," she said. "I knew you'd be my knight in shining armor."
Paula and Mitch returned a few minutes later, and we quickly finished the bottle. We opened another and poured everyone a fresh round when the other couples returned from the dance floor.
Kate and Paula started giggling and put their heads together to talk, so I struck up a conversation with the guy next to me. He was a teacher at the local high school. The music was loud, so we had to shout to talk, but neither of us seemed to care. Then Kate got my attention.
"Paula doesn't think you love me," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Of course I love her," I shouted over the din. "Who wouldn't?"
"Then kiss her, you fool!" Paula said.
I turned Kate's face and tilted it up. My lips met hers and parted. She moaned softly, her breath tart from the champagne. When we finally pulled back, she was breathing heavy, her eyes glassy.
"Happy Valentine's Day," I said.
She blinked to clear her head and immediately reached for her champagne. She drained the glass in one swallow, and held it out for more. Mitch grinned and filled it. Paula's eyes practically glowed as she smiled at me.
While the waitress brought more champagne, we headed back to the dance floor. Kate plastered herself against me, and I quickly realized that she was drunk. Not falling-down drunk, but playful and bold. She drew my head down and whispered in my ear.
"Thank you for being here tonight. It really means a lot."
"You're welcome."
"I'll make it worth your while."
"You already are."
She pulled back and gave me a serious, searching look. Then she turned mischievous again, and ran her hands down my chest. With a sultry grin, she pressed her breasts together with her upper arms.
The strap of her dress slid off her shoulder, and she pretended to look surprised. When it slid further, I thought I could see the top of her nipple. I reached up and grasped the thin cord. Our eyes met, and hers flashed a challenge.
Without breaking eye contact, I slid the strap back into place. Her nostrils flared at my cool smile. Then she used my tie to pull me along, her hips swaying with the beat. We reached the edge of the dance floor, where she turned and pulled me close.
Her face tilted up, and I met her lips with my own. Since no one could see, she caressed my dick with one hand, while the other twined through my hair and held me close. She gave my dick a final squeeze and then broke the kiss. Her eyes were hooded and coy, innocent.
I couldn't help but laugh. She merely smirked and led me back to the table. The other couples were there, and we quickly finished another bottle of champagne. Paula and Mitch rejoined us a moment later, flushed from dancing.
Kate leaned against me, but her right hand disappeared beneath the table. She rested it on my inner thigh and slid it toward my hard-on as she talked to Paula. I decided to tease right back, so I put my arm around her and toyed with the strap of her dress. With each pass, I wandered further down the strap, until I slid under the dress itself. I wasn't close to her nipple, but the touch was nearly as intimate.
Paula watched with rapt attention. Her eyes flicked between Kate, me, and my finger. Mitch was shouting a conversation across the table, so he didn't notice the byplay.
Kate moved her hand, edging closer to my dick. I moved closer to her nipple. She pulled back, so I pulled back. She moved closer, so I moved closer. We played our game of one-upmanship for several minutes, until the waitress arrived with more champagne.
"God, you're evil," Kate finally said in my ear. "You have no idea how hot I am right now."
"Well, you know how hard I am."
She flashed a smug smile and sipped her champagne.
After a while we headed to the dance floor again. She danced close and teased me with glimpses down her dress. She repeated the trick with the falling strap, but I resisted the temptation. Instead, I slid the cord up her shoulder. Two could tease, after all.
She huffed and upped the ante. By the time we left the dance floor, I was glad I'd worn a dark suit, since it hid my erection.
Unfortunately, two of the other girls had drunk way too much champagne, and were nearly asleep in the booth. The third girl was bleary-eyed, but coherent. Kate and Paula were both drunk, but neither showed signs of slowing down. Most of the guys were sober enough.
Still, Mitch leaned close and shouted, "We'd better go, man."
I nodded and broke the news to Kate. I thought she'd be upset, but she merely nodded. The girls went to the bathroom together, Kate, Paula, and the third girl helped the two who'd drunk too much.
The girls returned ten minutes later, and we gathered our things. I put my arm around Kate and she pressed close. She was more relaxed, less flirty. Maybe she realized she couldn't tease me all night long. Maybe she was saving up for a bigger tease. Maybe she was just tired.
We walked out arm in arm with the other couples and followed them into the limo, and the driver headed toward the restaurant to drop off the three couples. Kate laid her head against my chest, her arms around me.
At the restaurant, Mitch and I got out with the other couples. We helped the drunk girls into their boyfriends' cars and then waited until they left the parking lot. Paula and Kate were talking quietly when we returned to the limo. Kate flashed me a bashful look.
The limo driver dropped Paula and Mitch at his apartment. Kate and I got out with them and said goodnight. Mitch and I shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Paula kissed my cheek and smiled a knowing smile.
Mitch lived about twenty minutes from my hotel, so Kate and I relaxed for the ride home. I put my arm around her, but she turned and straddled my lap instead. I rested my hands on her thighs as she toyed with my tie. She smiled and straightened it. When she finally looked at me, her eyes were full of smiles.
I started to say something, but fell silent instead.
She did the same. Then her lips parted as she moved closer.
I lifted my chin and drew her in. Her lips were soft at first, but she quickly cupped my face and kissed harder, her tongue seeking mine. Our breathing grew heavy as our kisses deepened. She pressed against me, her body firm through her dress.
She pulled back long enough to tilt her head and kiss my neck as her hands scrabbled for my tie. She tugged it loose and reached for my top button. Her kisses trailed down my neck toward my throat, and then up the other side.
I grunted when she kissed the hollow behind my jaw. She moaned and kissed me again, her lips hot against my skin. I ran my hands up her sides, holding her as she continued teasing the spot behind my ear.
She finally pulled back and looked at me, her eyes afire. Her lips found mine in a rush, her tongue insistent. I felt her tug her dress over her hips, so I cupped her ass. She ground her hips against me, her crotch seeking mine.
The limo came to a stop and I looked around in a daze. Kate simply planted another line of kisses down my neck and around to my ear. I was tempted to let her continue, it felt incredibly good, but the driver would lose patience long before I was ready to leave. So I pushed Kate away, and she seemed to come to her senses.
The driver got out when he felt us move toward the door. He was waiting when we stepped out. As soon as he saw Kate, he opened the trunk and fetched her overnight bag. I fished in my pocket for a tip and pulled out my emergency fifty. It was more than I wanted to give him, but I didn't want to fumble for a smaller bill. So I folded it into my palm and waited.
The driver handed me the bag and I slipped him the tip. I actually managed to pull it off with a bit of finesse, and the driver nodded slightly, impressed. Then he caught a glimpse of the bill, and his professional expression slipped.
"Thank you, sir," he said.
Kate gave me a funny look, but didn't ask questions as I walked her toward the house. The driver waited until we were inside before he pulled away. The lobby and corridors were empty as we made our way to the elevator, down the hall, and into my room. I locked and bolted the door and turned to Kate. She rushed into my arms. I dropped her bag in surprise as she practically climbed my chest and wrapped her legs around my waist. She showered me with kisses, insistent, eager, hungry.
I staggered and managed to pin her against the wall. She cupped my face and raised her chin as I kissed her neck. Her skin was soft and smooth, hot to the touch and musky with desire. My kisses trailed lower, down her chest. Her soft breasts heaved with her panting. I cupped them and squeezed gently, my lips seeking hers again.
The strap of her dress had fallen down, and I instinctively reached up to fix it. Her eyes met mine. The entire night came back in a rush, all the teasing, all the flirting, and more.
I released my breath and yanked the strap down, exposing her breast. She ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked her nipple. I switched sides and bared her other breast. She gasped when I nibbled, but she pulled me closer.
She was panting with desire when I raised my lips and sought hers. She tugged off the straps and held my face again, her mouth as hungry as mine.
I carried her to the king-size bed and kicked off my shoes without even untying them. She grabbed my tie and it flew with a hiss of silk. Her fingers worked at my buttons, and she kissed my bare chest, her lips hot and soft against my skin. I cupped her ass and squeezed, my fingers digging into her crack.
We tumbled to the bed. I shucked my jacket and shirt in one maneuver. She skinned the dress over her hips. Then she kicked it across the room as I reached for my belt.
"I'll do it," she said. The zipper hissed as she lowered it. She tugged my pants and boxer-briefs down, and my erection sprang into view.
She engulfed my dick, her lips smooth and supple. I threw my head back and grunted with pleasure as she swallowed all my length.
When I finally came to my senses, I pushed her back. Her nipples were hard, and she grinned as I reached for her panties. I tugged them over her legs and then kicked my pants away.
I picked her up and tossed her toward the head of the bed. She yelped with surprise, but grew quiet when I climbed between her legs and bent to kiss her belly. She quivered at my touch, her breasts heaving as I planted a line of kisses between them. My lips met hers, and she pulled me down.
"Oh, God," she panted when we finally separated. "I want you so bad."
I kissed her again.
She whimpered when I pulled away. I merely grinned and then lowered my lips to her nipples. I could've spent days enjoying her breasts, but I eventually moved lower. I ran my tongue around her navel, teasing until she cried out. She ran her fingers through my hair when I finally settled between her legs. The smell of her desire hit me as I spread her open and teased her with my tongue.
She whimpered as I began licking in earnest. I circled her clit at the top of each lick, and ran my tongue between the folds of her inner and outer lips. The tang of her arousal filled my senses.
"Oh, God," she gasped. "Yes!"
I licked her again, and flicked my tongue against the hooded pink pearl at the top of her slit. Then I pursed my lips and sucked gently. She ran her fingers through my hair and lifted her hips.
I licked and sucked for a long time, simply enjoying her body's reactions. I thrust a finger into her and she gripped my head tighter and arched her back. I sucked gently, teasing her clit with my lips before I began flicking my tongue. I felt her pussy contract, so I began tonguing her clit non-stop.
She exploded in total silence. She wasn't even breathing, although her pussy clutched at my finger. She quivered, her muscles taut with ecstasy. When she finally went limp, I kissed her smooth mons and looked up her body.
I needed to fuck her.
I climbed to all fours and held myself over her. Her breathing was heavy and I could almost see her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest. Finally noticing I was on top of her, she reached between us, and her fingers found my cock. She squeezed, and I felt a moment of vertigo as pleasure surged through me.
"God, you have a nice cock," she said, stroking my shaft as she pulled me toward her opening.
Kate exhaled softly as I slid into her, and when I finally ground my hips against her thighs she closed her eyes, and I began thrusting.
I kept my cock moving between her thighs in a slow rhythm. I took my time, and even stopped twice to stave off impending orgasms. I wanted her to come again first.
I was still thrusting slowly when I felt her inner muscles begin to flutter with the first signs of her orgasm. When I angled my hips, she made a wordless sound and clutched at the bedspread.
I moved inside her, my urgency growing with each thrust. I knew her body's signals, and her climax would arrive soon, With another thrust, I felt her pussy clench around my shaft. I drove into her and then pulled back. Heat and moisture assaulted my cock as I filled her again, and she arched her back in ecstasy.
I thrust a second time and then a third. Pleasure spread through my body as I pumped again. With a grunt, I buried myself as deep as I could and she let out a long steady moan and sagged to the bed.
I kissed her softly, gently, letting her absorb the small tremors of pleasure still going through her.
Eventually, I pulled out and scooted forward, my dick hovering above her lips. She opened her mouth and captured the tip of my dick. Then she moaned softly as slowly slid it into her mouth. She swallowed until her lips pressed again the base of my cock, and then she pulled back, her lips pursed around my shaft.
I groaned softly and put both hands against the headboard for support. She opened her mouth, and I gently moved my hips forward, impaling her on my cock. Her lips again against the base. Then I felt her tongue moving against the bottom of my shaft.
"Oh, that's nice," I breathed.
Her eyes grinned up at me. Then she concentrated as she pulled back, teasing the crown with her tongue as she let me slip from her lips. She turned her head and nuzzled my balls warming them with her lips and tongue.
I gasped when she engulfed my cock again, down to the root. I watched her suck me for a moment, and then I gazed down at the creamy expanse of her breasts. They swayed as she began bobbing back and forth.
I was so horny that I didn't last long. Instead of coming in her mouth, I pulled my glistening shaft from her lips and began stroking myself. She knew what I was doing, so she closed her eyes and raised her face.
I exploded, and the first spurt splashed across her forehead. The next landed along her nose and cheek. The last few drops dotted randomly across her lips, chin, and breasts, but she didn't seem to care. She opened her mouth and captured my cock. I was still too sensitive, so I pulled back and used it to rub my semen into her skin.
When I recovered enough to move, I lied down next to her on the bed. Her body felt warm and soft, and she rested her cheek on my shoulder. She took a silent breath and then kissed my chest. I gently rubbed her back, and we both fell asleep a few minutes later, exhausted.
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Erotic Story (M/F): From the Kitchen to the Bedroom
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Posted:Aug 24, 2009 8:02 pm
Last Updated:Jun 7, 2011 10:21 pm
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From the Kitchen to the Bedroom ‒ Part Two
As I spread my legs, she moved between them. Sara's warm skin felt good against my own, and her lips felt heavenly. She took her time, sucking me slowly, making love to my cock. Her lips and tongue caressed the soft skin of my shaft with each stroke. As her head slowly bobbed up and down, I let a groan. Even though I had come so hard the night before, I soon felt my balls tighten with the first signs of impending climax.
Sara felt it too, and slowed her pace. As her lips brushed over the crown of my cock, she flicked her tongue against the underside of the head. I shivered at the sensation and then felt her lips tighten in a smile. She let my cock slip from her mouth. Then she held it out of the way, turned her head to the side, and tongued my balls. Her soft hair fanned out on my thigh as she sucked a testicle into her steamy mouth. I felt her breath on the underside of my cock as she continued licking and sucking my balls. I wanted to come, but she was enjoying herself, so I tried to relax and hold back.
Unfortunately, it didn't work. Her mouth felt too good. When she sensed my breathing grow shallow and erratic, she returned her lips to my manhood and tried to swallow me whole. I felt the tip of my cock enter the back of her throat and let out a much louder groan. Finally, she wrapped her fist around my shaft and began to stroke. At the same time, she clamped her lips around my dick, just below the head. My legs and back tensed up as my toes curled, and I clawed at the sheets as the pressure built. Finally, I closed my eyes and cried out.
Pure, fantastic, white-hot ecstasy erupted from my groin and spread outward. I barely felt the first rush of semen as it surged up my shaft and jetted into Sara's mouth. I didn't feel the second spurt at all. For several timeless moments, I groaned as come erupted from deep within my balls. When my cock finally stopped spurting, I relaxed and sagged to the mattress.
Then I shivered; my nerves had suddenly become super-sensitive. I could feel Sara's soft breath on my dick. I could feel the shape of her nipple as her breast pressed against my leg. I could feel the texture of the sheets beneath me. I could even feel the gentle air currents in the room. As I marveled at it all, Sara gently sucked my slowly deflating member. A few minutes later, she released my flaccid penis and crawled from between my legs. As she settled next to me, her breasts pressed against my chest and side. Instead of speaking, she put her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her. Then she sighed in contentment and kissed my chest. Without speaking, we drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke the second time, it was well after ten thirty, and morning sunlight poured through the windows. Sara stirred beside me when I touched her. Still asleep, she rolled over and snuggled against me, draping her leg over mine as she did. I grinned to myself and cradled my arm around her. My morning hard-on tented the sheet as I reveled in the feeling of a warm, nude, sexy woman at my side. I must have dozed off for a while, because when I woke up again, I had to go to the bathroom. I tried to hold out, but my bladder was insistent. So I carefully disengaged myself and climbed out of bed.
A few minutes later, I quietly walked back into the room and looked down at my baby's sleeping form. She was curled up on her side, pretty much in the middle of "my side" of the bed. I chuckled to myself as I gazed at her. It had taken a while, but I had finally gotten used to sleeping with her, and I actually slept now. I didn't get much sleep when Sara and I first started living together, because for all her intelligence and pure sex appeal, Sara was not great at sharing when it came to the bed. Sharing a bed with her was an adventure, in more ways than one.
I shook my head wryly and decided to take a shower. I really wanted to fool around, my erection hadn't fully subsided, but she was sleeping so peacefully that I simply didn't have the heart to wake her. So I turned around and headed back into the bathroom. In the shower, I let the hot water run down my shoulders and back. As I did, I thought back to the night before. As I replayed scenes in my mind, my dick predictably stiffened, so I reached down and stroked myself.
Then I pictured Sara in my mind. I imagined her on her knees before me, her mouth open as I stepped toward her. While I slowly stroked my erection, I imagined her gently kissing the tip. Next, I pictured her on her back, her legs spread in invitation. In my imagination, her pussy was completely shaved, her lips plump and slick with arousal. I knelt between her thighs and ran my hands over her legs. Then I lifted them and kissed her painted toes. She moaned as I entered her, of course. She was tight, but not too tight; wet, but not too wet.
In the real world, I stroked my dick a little faster and imagined Sara on hands and knees in front of me, her round, firm ass in my hands. She moaned as I slammed into her, and I imagined her breasts swinging with each thrust. Lost in my fantasy, I stroked myself, my left hand cupping my balls as my soapy right blurred up and down. With my eyes still closed, I imagined Sara begging me to fuck her harder. I gripped her hips and slammed into her, her tight pussy clutching at me every time I pulled back.
A moment later, I felt my orgasm welling up. I imagined pulling my pussy-slick cock from within her and pumping it, aiming it at her ass. Then I pictured an arc of white come spurting over her back. Without opening my eyes, I felt the first surge of orgasmic bliss as my muscles tensed up and I completely lost interest in anything other than my climax. Hot splatters of come landed on the shower wall. The next spurt followed the first as they were both quickly washed away by the running water. After several more gushes, my orgasm subsided and I sagged gently against the shower wall. My breathing was heavy and my mouth was dry, but a warm, wonderful feeling radiated from my groin.
Catching my breath, I shaved, finished my shower, and stepped out into the steam-filled bathroom. Once my hair was dry and my teeth were brushed, I walked back into the bedroom with my towel tied around my waist. Sara was still in bed but it look like she had finally decided to wake up.
"Morning, baby," she said, still a little groggy sounding
"Morning, sunshine."
"Why didn't you wake me up, I could have joined you in the shower," Sara said, in mock protest.
"You were sleeping and I didn't have the heart to wake you up."
As if to make my point for me, she yawned and stretched her arms high above her head, exposing the tops of her breasts from under the blanket. "I guess I was pretty tired after last night," she said, laughing.
"And it's not every day we get to sleep until eleven." I said, walking over the bed where I pushed the covers off of her as I climbed on.
"Hey!" She said, "I was warm under there."
"I know, but I have to pay you back for earlier this morning," I said, give her my trademark evil grin.
She responded with only a moan as I immediately climbed on top of her warm, naked body. I lowered myself down on her and kissed her warmly. Her breathing quickened and our kiss grew heated. When I pulled back, I smiled at her and moved down her body. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. She arched her back and hissed when I nipped it gently. I switched to the other nipple, but didn't linger. Planting kisses as I went, I slowly worked my way toward her pussy. She spread her legs for me and I lay between them. I shifted slightly and rearranged my erection. When it was comfortably pressed against my stomach, I turned my attention back to her sex.
The scent of her excitement greeted me as I bent forward to kiss her lips. She was moist, but not wet, and I gently nosed her labia. She whimpered as I kissed along the length of her slit. Her breathing grew a little ragged when I pressed my mouth against her pussy and tasted her. I tasted her arousal; the flavor was tangy, salty, and slightly metallic all at once.
I licked her a few times, getting her wet with my saliva and spreading her own moisture. With just the tip of my tongue, I spread her outer labia. As they swelled with her mounting arousal, my licks became longer, and I used more pressure. Soon, I felt her inner lips against my tongue. The taste of her juices filled my mouth. Her stomach heaved as I flicked my tongue against her hooded clit. I could hear her breathing become more ragged, and she ran her hands through my hair. With small side-to-side motions, I spread her outer labia with my lips and tongue. As they swelled completely, they parted easily and I put my lips at the top of her slit.
She gasped and her legs went rigid. I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent. Slowly, delicately, I traced my tongue around the base of her clit. She moved her hips against me, but I kept teasing her. Her thighs rose and clamped over my ears, drowning out her soft whimpers. I smiled to myself and continued teasing her clit. I licked up under the protective hood and she shuddered. Backing off for a moment, I pressed my tongue flat against her sex and moved my head in a circular motion. It worked like a charm, and she bucked her hips against me.
I continued sucking and gently licking her engorged clit for a few minutes, gradually using more pressure. Once her hips were involuntarily lifting and she was clutching my hair, I backed off. Her breathing was hard and fast as her hips slowly sank to the mattress. I snaked one arm around her hip and ran it through her damp pubic hair. With the other, I spread her slippery lips and pressed two fingers into her pussy. She gasped as they slipped into her, and I slid my tongue along her inner lips.
I pressed two fingers against the base of her clit and started moving them in small circles. With the two fingers inside her, I gently rubbed along the ridges of her pussy. I tilted my head to the side and began flicking her exposed clit with my tongue, driving her toward her release. Moisture gushed around my fingers as I crooked them up and pressed against the hollow behind her pubic bone. Her hips immediately came off the bed, and my neck craned in self-defense. She started bucking against me, but with a little warning, I easily rode out her gyrations.
I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy, making her cry out in ecstasy. Every few thrusts, I stopped and pressed my fingertips against her internal spot and her hips shot off the sheets. At that point, I would stop all movement and let her slowly come back down. Once her ass settled against the mattress again, I'd start all over. Stopping and starting like that, I quickly had her moaning and begging me to make her come. Finally, I relented. I began lapping along the length of her pussy, flicking my tongue against her clit at the top of each stroke. The fingers inside her pressed against her spot while I moved them in gentle circles. With my left hand, I rubbed the base of her clit.
Her hands gripped my hair and I was suddenly afraid she was going to pull it out. As her hips bounced and humped against my face, she moaned incoherently. When her pussy rose to meet my lips and she held it there, I knew she was close. Her thighs and stomach trembled, and I could feel her inner muscles begin to spasm. With her hands, she held me steady and I concentrated on her clit. Her trembling increased until she was nearly quaking with pent-up sexual energy. Suddenly, her clit disappeared and she let out a long, low moan. Her moan rose to a shriek as a flood of her juices washed over my hand. Her hips fell back to the bed and her thighs clamped against my head.
I felt her internal muscles go wild, so I kept up the pressure with my fingers. Her legs squeezed my head almost painfully, but it was worth it. I could feel her pussy rippling with her release, while her stomach quivered in harmony. Even though my ears were covered by her supple thighs, I could still hear her crying out in ecstasy. When her orgasm finally subsided, her legs fell open, releasing my head. My neck ached and my jaw popped when I moved it, but I wasn't about to complain. Sara's chest was heaving as she sucked in oxygen, her breath whistling through her nose. Her thighs were still trembling, and she cried out softly when I pulled my fingers from her pussy.
I gently kissed her hooded clit and she gasped deliriously. I watched her stomach muscles contract as I rose on hands and knees and kissed my way up her body. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin, and I tasted the salt of her exertions as my lips brushed over her. I paused for a moment to suckle a nipple, and then continued upward. Her breathing was still heavy as my face came level with hers. When she felt my breath, she opened her eyes and stared at me dazedly. I smiled and kissed her. As she inhaled her own scent (her juices still coated my lips and chin) our kiss rapidly grew heated.
The head of my cock bumped against her pussy and she arched her back in response. I broke our kiss and gazed down at her.
"Are you ready for me?" I asked.
She took a deep breath through her nose and nodded.
I reached down and steadied my cock at her entrance. When I rubbed the tip against her slippery labia, her eyelids fluttered. As I slowly slid into her, she arched her back and moaned softly. My cock gradually spread her open further than my fingers had, and she hissed in pleasure. When my pelvis ground against hers, I simply held myself inside her.
"Oh, God," she breathed. "Your dick is so perfect." Her stomach heaved against me and I felt her internal muscles spasm. "It feels like... oh, God... it feels like..." She closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. Her pussy clenched my erection, and she groaned. "It's like one long, soft orgasm," she said finally. I grinned at her and began pulling my hips back. Her arms shot out to the sides and she scrunched the sheets between her fingers. The cool bedroom air bathed my cock as it withdrew from her heated depths. When only the head remained inside her, I paused for a moment. The moment drew out and she gazed into my eyes, her breathing heavy.
"Please put it back in," she begged. "Please, please, please."
Instead of answering, I lowered my hips and sank my length into her.
"Yes," she hissed. "Oh, God. Keep doing that."
"This?" I asked with feigned innocence as I pulled my hips back.
She bit her lip gently and nodded. I reached the end of my stroke and halted. Her face contorted and she pleaded with her body. I smiled down at her and slowly thrust back into her. With my dick buried to the root, I paused again. Her pussy squeezed my length, and then she clamped her eyes shut and began to quiver. I watched her nostrils flare as she breathed quickly, her face a mask of lust.
"Keep fucking me," she begged.
When I didn't move, she bucked her hips against me.
"Please," she whispered. "Please. I need it. Oh, God. You make me feel so good."
Finally, I relented and began moving within her. I kept my pace deliberately slow; enjoying the sensations as her pussy spastically gripped my shaft. I could feel her juices gushing with every thrust. She relinquished her grip on the sheets and grabbed my ass. On each in-stroke, she pulled me against her. When I drew back, she reluctantly let me go. She pulled her legs up and her calves brushed against my thighs, but she never let go of my ass.
With measured strokes, I filled her, then pulled back. Her pussy still clutched at me and she began to quiver, the slick walls of her pussy caressed my shaft as I moved within her. I knew she was working toward another orgasm, I could see it in her eyes, and I knew that since I just came in the shower I could hold out long enough to make her come several times.
Her pussy tightened around my cock and her eyes rolled back. She arched her back against me, moaning as she did. Her hands turned to talons and pulled me inside her. I had to practically force my shaft into her snug, molten depths. When I finally spread her open, she cried out wordlessly and arched her back even further. As her orgasm overwhelmed her senses, she called out my name. I kept moving within her, thrusting and pulling back. She clenched her teeth, her eyes flew open, and she looked into mine. Aftershocks from her release still coursed through her pussy, spurred on by my thrusting.
Her chest was heaving from the exertion, and I was suddenly aware of the sweat running down my body. She smiled at me languidly and then closed her eyes. I lowered myself against her, my hard cock still buried in her pussy. Her fluids oozed around my cock and I could feel them coating my thighs. When I kissed her passionately, she responded against me, our sweaty bodies sliding over each other.
She tensed up momentarily, then relaxed. "I love you," she said, softly.
I looked into her eyes and smiled. "I love you, too."
After several minutes of just lying there, kissing and enjoying the feel of our naked bodies pressed together, Sara pushed up on me so that I would get off of her. I winced a little when my still-hard cock left her pussy but did as she commanded and rolled off to my side.
"Fuck me," she said with a look of pure lust in her eyes. Before I could even answer, she turned and got on her hands and knees. She bent forward, her breasts bulging to the sides as she rested on her chest. Then she looked at me over her shoulder, her hands reaching back to spread her ass cheeks. "Fuck me, please."
I crawled over, knelt on the bed behind her and scooted forward. When I probed her opening with
the tip of my dick, she moaned.
"Fuck me in the ass,"
I shook my head in quiet amazement. Then I eased forward, my cock spreading her wet pussy.
"No, in my ass," Sara said insistently. "I want you to fuck me in the ass."
"I have to get my dick lubricated," I said. Without ceremony, I gripped her hips and slid into her, burying my length in one long thrust. She cried out softly, but grew silent as my dick raked along her inner walls. When my dick was slippery enough, I pulled out and set the tip at the entrance to her ass. She groaned deep in her chest as I entered her in one long, slow, steady stroke.
With long, even thrusts, I fucked her for five or ten minutes. I wasn't in danger of coming any time soon, so I took my time and enjoyed the tight heat of her ass. She began playing with her pussy and I felt her tense up in orgasm several minutes later. As she panted, she urged me to keep fucking her. I wasn't about to disappoint her, so I rolled us to the side. After a bit of jockeying, we came to rest spoon-fashion, my dick still buried in her ass. I cupped her breasts as I continued pumping into her, tweaking her nipples and making her whimper with ecstasy.
She came again a few minutes later, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her. By the time I felt my own orgasm building, she was pushing back against me, eager to feel me fill her. With a grunt, I buried myself in her ass and spurted deep within her. She moaned, assaulted by aftershocks from her earlier climax. When my orgasm subsided, we held each other, panting from the exertion.
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Erotic Story (M/F): From the Kitchen to the Bedroom
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Posted:Aug 15, 2009 2:05 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2009 3:56 pm
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From the Kitchen to the Bedroom ‒ Part One
"I'm going to fuck you from behind, the way you like it," I said, whispering into her ear.
Sara whimpered and arched her back, trying to press down against my stiff cock. I gently pressed her forward until she was half bent over, with her palms flat against the kitchen wall, supporting her weight. I kept my hips pressed against her ass, and my cock against her practically dripping pussy, as I put my hands on her waist. I tilted my hips up and then pulled back slowly, letting the head of my dick drag along her slit. She shuddered with the passage and I gripped her hips to steady her.
I took one hand off her waist and aimed my cock at her pussy, easing forward until I felt the head begin to spread her open. I slipped forward a little, until just the crown was inside her, and then put my hand back on her waist. In a move that was well-practiced given all of the times we've had sex, I slid forward and seated my cock in her depths.
Sara shuddered as my rock-hard dick spread her open, and once I was buried as deeply as possible, I held my hips motionless. I looked down and simply marveled at the gentle curves of her body as I ran my palms up along her flanks, teasing the sides of her dangling breasts with my fingertips, and finally rested my hands on her shoulders. I gathered her curly hair and draped it over her left shoulder. She looked back at me over her right as I gently caressed the line of her cheek with my finger. Her eyelids drooped in pleasure when I began to slide my hips back in preparation for the first thrust. When it came, it was short and gentle, and she whimpered.
As I began to thrust into her, I dragged my hands down the line of her back and rested them on her hips. I increased the tempo of my thrusts, but kept them strong and steady. Every third or fourth time my hips slapped into her ass, I rotated them slightly and ground my cock into the walls of her pussy. She was moaning and thrusting back at me, clearly enjoying herself.
Oh yes, I thought to myself, I'd learned a lot about her and what she liked since the first time we made love. I knew how to make her happy, and I enjoyed doing it. With both hands, I reached around and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with thumbs and forefingers. She groaned in delight when I pulled on them and twisted.
I knew I wasn't in danger of shooting off too soon, but I still used most of the tricks I'd learned, to prolong our enjoyment. When I felt my orgasm building, I slowed my pace, barely moving within her. In order to keep her on the edge, I slid one hand down her stomach and started teasing her fully exposed clit. Finally, I knew I was too close to my own climax to keep thrusting, so I buried my rod deep in her pussy and concentrated on getting her off. With one hand on the counter to support myself, I bent over her back, pressing the skin of my chest against her flesh. She gasped at the contact and writhed, trying to get me to keep thrusting within her. I kept my cock motionless, however, as I began moving my fingers in ever-tightening circles around her clit.
My Sara went wild and her pussy started spasming. I knew she was close to orgasm, and I drove her toward it with my fingers. She hung her head, and with a low, keening moan, she started to come. Her pussy gripped me and I clenched my buttocks, swelling my cock against her internal muscles. I felt her body start to tense up as she cried out and threw her head back, slinging her hair into my face and over my shoulder. She almost clipped my chin with her head when she did, but I didn't let that distract me from rubbing her pussy.
Her whole body shuddered with the force of her climax, and I could feel her pussy spasming around my intruding shaft. It was like a firm, wet glove gripping my cock, squeezing me rhythmically. Finally, her orgasm began to subside, and she started to collapse forward, both hands slipping down the wall. I quickly moved my right hand from her pussy and brought it up under her, holding her up. My left hand still pressed against the counter top, holding us both.
She panted with the aftereffects of her orgasm, and I smiled to myself. My own climax was no longer imminent, so I kept supporting her and began to gently move my hips back and forth. A low moan escaped her as my hard shaft slid over her vaginal walls. I pumped into her slowly, not wanting to over-stimulate her clit. I knew the motion of my cock gently sawing in and out of her pussy would feel good, but that she would not be overwhelmed by it.
Slowly, very slowly, she started moving her hips back against me, another orgasm building deep within her. I was still supporting us both, and was instantly glad I had started working out again to get back into shape because I needed all the stamina I could muster. Sara put one hand on the wall and tried to support herself, but I didn't let her go just yet. With her other hand, she began pulling on first one nipple, then the other, twisting them far harder than I ever would have.
I felt my own orgasm welling up again, and thrust myself into her. She groaned when I stopped moving, but I could tell by the way my cock was throbbing that it had been a close call. My balls were already tight against my body, and I felt my organ throb like I was coming, but I knew I wasn't ejaculating. It was like having an orgasm without squirting, and I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed it.
By the time the sensation subsided, I thought I was ready to begin thrusting again. Sara had moved her hand from her nipples to her clit, and was gently massaging the resurgent bud. I could feel her second orgasm setting in as I gently thrust into her, our bodies slapping softly with each contact. I kept sliding my cock in and out of her pussy as her climax washed over her. I could tell it was stronger than her first one had been: her back heaved and she tossed her head side-toside as she cried out in pleasure. Her pussy grasped at my thrusting cock, but I didn't abate my deliberate pace.
I kept plowing into her as her orgasm slowly subsided, but then she tensed up and got very quiet. For a moment, I thought I'd hurt her, but when she cried out once, sharply, it wasn't a sound of pain. As she moaned incoherently, her pussy gripped me fiercely, and I actually had to push to get my cock into her. I finally forced her muscles apart with my rigid shaft, and I immediately felt a rush of moisture around my dick. She trembled and shook, but remained silent. I kept thrusting within her and she rolled through a series of orgasms so rapidly that I lost count. Her body shook and shivered with the onset of each new wave of pleasure.
I felt my own orgasm building again, and was determined to shoot off deep inside her. I quickened my pace and was soon slamming into her. She regained a little strength, and supported herself against the kitchen counter as I hammered her pussy with my dick. She cried my name over and over again as I thrust into her, until I finally rammed my hips forward and impaled her with my manhood.
With a rush, I felt a wave of pleasure break over me as the first spurts of semen burst from my cock. Sara cried out as well, and I felt another orgasm rock her body. Blast after blast of my white-hot semen bathed her inner walls and I felt the warmth of our combined fluids around my cock. I closed my eyes tightly and saw stars as I emptied myself into her. I don't think I'd ever come so much in my life; it seemed to go on for a long, long time.
When I finally opened my eyes and took stock of our situation, I shuddered again as her pussy spasmed one final time, as if milking my cock for all it was worth. Sara was panting, I was panting, and I was supporting her weight as she weakly tried to lift her arms. My shoulder ached from holding us up so long, but every other fiber of my being sang with happiness.
We finally uncoupled, my half-hard cock slipping from her pussy. A rush of our fluids cascaded down our thighs and she whimpered. Suddenly, she turned around and pushed me upright, wrapping her arms around my torso. I hugged her to me as she kissed the skin of my chest and murmured endearments. I swayed unsteadily, but stayed upright. We stood like that for a long time, neither of us wanting to move, both of us slowly coming down from the highs of our shared orgasms.
After what seemed like hours, she broke the embrace and led me by the hand out of the kitchen. We would have quite a mess to clean up in the morning as there were dishes and clothes strewn all over the kitchen. I had prepared dinner for the two of us, and it was somewhere between clearing the table and starting to load the dishwasher that our clothes started coming off. Our sex life has certainly never been boring or lacking.
Sara led me by the hand out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and in to our bedroom. The rest is pretty much a blur as the next thing I remember is me waking up the next morning. I must have just collapsed in the bed and fallen asleep as I was still naked and it's pretty rare that I sleep naked. Sara was next to me, sleeping silently and looking as beautiful as ever. I couldn't see what time was on the clock, but I knew it was early because it was still pitch dark out. I must have dozed off, because the next time I opened my eyes the first rays of sunlight were starting to filter through the curtain.
As I blinked to clear my eyes, I realized what had woken me up. A pair of warm, soft, wet lips was planted firmly around my dick. I lifted my head and looked down my torso. Sara, her lips still wrapped around my hard-on, glanced up when she felt me move. Then she slid my dick from her mouth and mouthed the words "good morning" to me. Her hair cascaded over her face as she returned her attention to my cock.
----- To Be Continued -----
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Coming Home
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Posted:Aug 9, 2009 3:36 pm
Last Updated:Aug 11, 2009 9:35 pm
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It's late, 1:43am on Sunday morning to be exact, and I'm driving home from work. I hate driving back this late because I'm usually tired and working the late schedule can be stressful, but it wasn't too bad this weekend. My girl, let's call her Amanda, called me about 10 minutes ago, wanting to update me on how that night’s World of Warcraft raid went and to ask how my work was going. Sounded like they had a good night in Ulduar and ended the night a little early, which was good because then I wouldn't get roped in to joining the raid for the last two wipes of the night as often happens when I have to go in to the office late. I have to admit to myself though that a night of raiding and wipes with my girl beats work any way you look at it. Choking back a yawn, I exit off the highway just a few blocks from our house and turn up the radio just a hair. Patsy Cline is singing about being back in her baby's arms, and the same thought has been crossing my mind since I left for work almost 3 hours ago.
Finally, three red lights later, I pull in to the driveway and kill the engine. As I'm getting my laptop out of the back seat I notice that the house is dark. I knew the boys would be in bed (at least I hoped they were) but I was a little surprised that Amanda was in bed too. Typically she waits up for me so we can at least talk a little bit before bed. Oh well, me climbing into bed will wake her up for sure so I can at least steal a kiss before she drifts back to the land of slumber. Unlocking the front door, I walk in and see that the house is indeed mostly dark save for a few nightlights and a faint glow coming from the direction of our bedroom upstairs. Maybe she's just in bed reading? I set my laptop case on the ground and turn around to lock the door, tossing my keys in the bowl on the lamp table when I'm done. Turning back around to head upstairs proves to be quite a welcome surprise.
Appearing out of the shadows cast by the staircase is Amanda, and what a sight she is. Her raven black hair spills down over a tight KU Football t-shirt I bought her the past fall ("accidentally" got it a size too small), and a skirt that barely reaches mid thigh flows down from her waist. As I stand there, too stunned to actually say anything, she walks up to me and places both hands on my chest. My first thought is that she's going to kiss me, but instead she pushes me hard up against the door and grinds her body into mine. With a moldering look she puts a single finger over my lips, signaling for me not to talk, and then sinks to her knees and immediately starts working on my belt. Amanda has a wild, lustful look in her eyes as she rips my belt out of the loops and throws it aside, the buckle landing on the hardwood floor with a clunk. She unbuttons and unzips my jeans and pulls them down to my ankles along with my underwear, leaving my now stiff cock bouncing in front of her face.
Without so much as a look or a word, Amanda opens her mouth and engulfs the head of my cock. The surprise and shock at the situation was quickly forgotten as the warmth and pleasure of that first contact washed over me. I felt the heat and wetness of her tongue on the bottom of my shaft as she closed her lips and sucked almost all of my cock into her mouth. She slowly withdrew her mouth, tugging on the skin of my cock, and all I could do was lean my head back against the door and let out a soft groan. She kept the head in her mouth and I felt the breath from her nose on the saliva-slick top of my cock. And then a sensation of pure ecstasy washed over me as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head. I clenched my fists in mid air, trying to grab hold of something that wasn't there, as I watched her open her mouth once more and slowly impale herself on my length.
She was almost to the base of my penis when she clamped her lips shut and her nostrils flared as she inhaled. She caressed the underside of my penis with her tongue, and I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure and warmth. Very gently she withdrew my cock from her mouth and sucked on the head before releasing me entirely. I opened my eyes and gazed into hers. She wore an unreadable expression–it wasn’t the smoldering look from earlier, nor was it the face of lust I’d seen her make so many times before. Amanda appeared genuinely happy, but that emotion was underscored by something else. I slowly realized that it was a desire to please me. I swallowed hard as she closed her eyes and began planting open-mouthed kisses down the side of my shaft. The soft, smooth skin of her face teased my wet cock as she gently sucked and licked my balls before drawing her kisses back up toward the head.
Soon my hard member is back inside the wet heat of her mouth, and at the same time I feel both of her hands digging into each thigh. Slowly but firmly she drags them up past my waist and under my shirt up my chest, no doubt leaving a trail of red lines all the way up my body. As she raked her nails back down my chest, I could feel the pressure of my impending orgasm start to build. “Oh, Baby…,” I groaned. “Oh… I’m… uh…” I was incoherent, delirious with pleasure.
She sensed my need, however, and she began to gently stroke my penis with her left hand. She clamped her mouth tightly around the first couple of inches of my cock and began to run her tongue against the sensitive underside of the head. Her left hand increased its pressure and tempo, rubbing the skin of my shaft. With an audible groan, I squeezed my eyes shut and emptied my seed into her mouth. I felt her start at the power of my first spurt, but she kept up the stroking motion with her left hand. At the same time, she ceased flicking her tongue. The next spurt of semen surged up my shaft and erupted into her mouth. She kept pumping me gently, milking my cock with her hand and lips. My cock spurted several more times, each time depositing more of my sperm in her willing mouth. When I finished ejaculating, she wrapped her fingers around the base of my penis and milked me one final time. She kept her lips wrapped around my cock and I could feel her swallow the load I’d just shot into her mouth.
When she finished swallowing, she took a deep, shuddering breath through her nose. I felt her exhale on the top of my penis as she released her grip. She breathed deeply, but never released the head from the warm cavern of her mouth. And as she suckled the end of my penis, it didn’t shrink much despite being completely spent. She placed the warm palm of her left hand against my right thigh and again sighed deeply. She knelt that way for what seemed like several minutes; sitting on her heels, her palms gently rubbing my thighs, her warm, wet mouth rhythmically sucking the head of my cock. Finally, she released my penis and stood up to face me. Moving both her hands up to my cheeks she kissed me hard on the mouth, and I could smell and taste the result of my orgasm as her tongue washed over mine.
Almost as suddenly as the kiss started it stopped, and she once again placed a single finger over my lips, not wanting me to say a word. Backing up, she turned around and slowly walked to the staircase in front me, her ass swaying ever so slightly as she walked. My eyes followed her all the way to the top of the stairs and down the hall to our bedroom, while I stood in the same spot, not moving or talking, barely even breathing from what I could tell. When she reached the entrance to the bedroom she turned around and, with the crook of her finger, ordered me to come upstairs. She flashed me a smoldering smile as she turned back around, and I saw her begin to shed her shirt when she disappeared into our bedroom.
Trying not to fall, I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants and underwear that lay piled around my ankles. I removed my shirt as I climbed the stairs and dropped it over the railing to the couch below. My only thought as I walked down the hallway to our bedroom was of my beautiful Amanda. As long as we have been together I still can't get enough of her. Whether we are just silently holding hands in the car or fucking wildly on the kitchen table, she is all I ever wanted in the world. As I rounded the corner into the bedroom it couldn't have been more perfect. Around the room were several lit candles casting soft, flickering shadows around the walls and floor. In the middle of the room was our king-size four post bed, and in the middle of the bed was my Rene.
She was lying almost directly in the center of the bed, completely naked. She had her head propped up on some pillows with her hair spread out behind her. With her eyes closed and her back slightly arched, she gently played with her nipples with her left hand while her right hand was moving up and down between her parted thighs. I was awestruck by the sight. So much so, in fact, that I didn't even notice my dick instantly become hard. I watched as she ran her middle finger up and down the length of her slit. There was a glistening sheen of moisture on her labia as she slipped her finger into her sex, and the sight captivated me. She pumped her finger a couple of times, in and out, in and out, then withdrew it and pressed down against the top of her slit. She began moving her right hand in small circles, pressing down at the top of her pussy. She alternated that motion with running her middle finger down over her slit and then plunging it into her vagina. I watched in wonder as she pleasured herself until it became too much and I had to touch her and feel her.
Moving around to the side of the bed, I slowly climbed on and lay down beside her propping my head up on my elbow. Breathing in I could smell her shampoo and perfume hanging lightly in the air, mixing with the faint smell of sex coming from between her legs. I lightly traced a finger up the side of her body from her hips to her breasts and was rewarded with a slight moan as I circled around her nipple. Cupping her right breast in my hand, I gently kneaded it, savoring its softness and pliability. Sliding my hand across to her other breast, I took her nipple into my mouth and could hear another soft moan as my tongue flicked across it. I switched my mouth back and forth between each breast, licking, sucking, and softly biting both nipples.
Leaving her erect nipples, I slowly started to kiss and nibble my way down her stomach to her hips, and finally between her thighs. She moved her hand away and spread her legs farther apart, giving me full access to her wet pussy. I inhaled her, relishing the musky scent of her arousal, and darted my tongue forward. I licked up her slit and she shuddered. Her taste is like nothing I've ever experienced. It is tangy, and sweet, with a metallic hint, and I long ago decided that I liked it very much and could never get enough. I always want more.
I flicked my tongue up under the hood of her clit and caught the fleshy mound with the tip. She shivered and moaned again. I spread her thighs with my hands and pulled my mouth back to gently kiss the crease between her thigh and pussy. She shuddered and gasped, arching her back and lifting her hips against me. I kissed all around her pussy, rubbing my cheeks against her, listening to her catch her breath as I brushed against her clit. I buried my face in her pussy again, darting my tongue inside the folds of her labia. She moaned and I began to lick her in earnest. I slowly inserted one finger inside of her and flicked my tongue rapidly against her hooded clit, knowing just how she liked it. I slipped my finger further inside her and felt her shudder as I lifted the tip. She began to lift her hips against me as I started slowly thrusting my finger in and out of her. She was getting close, I could tell, and I wanted nothing more than to make her come.
Slipping a second finger inside her, I felt her shudder as I spread her open further. I crooked my fingertips up and she bucked her hips against me. Her legs were pressing against my shoulders as she tensed, and I knew her orgasm was approaching quickly. I flattened my tongue against her clit and started rolling it around, thrusting my fingers side to side in her pussy. She began to buck her hips, moaning and trying to hump my face. I kept up the rotating pressure on her clit and flicked my fingers against the roof of her pussy.
She tensed up under me and her pussy gushed around my fingers. They were gripped by her spasming muscles as I kept up my assault on her clit. She thrust her hips against me, hard, and let out a low, continuous moan. Her moan rose to an almost-wail as she came, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent bedroom. I stopped licking, not wanting to overload her, instead merely kissing her slippery and spread lips. She finally relaxed as the last throes of her orgasm subsided, and I heard her panting. I lifted my head and looked up at her, from between her flattened breasts. Her arms were flung wide and her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her hips still twitched, and as I slowly kissed her sensitive pussy she started, her breath catching as a tremor passed through her.
I lifted myself onto my haunches and scooted forward. My thighs pressed against hers and I looked down in wonder as she lay before me. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I realized that I had just made her come. She was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her chest heaved, and she was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen. Her eyes were still closed as I lay down beside her and gently kissed her sweet lips. Finally, as her breathing slowed, she slowly opened her eyes and gazed at me. She smiled a small smile at me, staring into my eyes, and raised her hand to place it on my cheek. It was warm and soft, an Instinctively tilted my head against it. She slid her hand around to the back of my head, and gently pulled me down to her for a kiss while her other hand wrapped around my hard cock and slowly start to stroke and squeeze it.
Without much warning she broke the kiss, let go of my cock, and pushed me onto my back. Flashing her trademark evil grin at me, she slid down on her hands and knees and took my hard cock back into her mouth. She began sucking in earnest, bobbing her head up and down on my shaft. Taking long, slow motions, she gently sucked almost my entire length into her mouth then pulled back, lightly raking the underside of my penis with her lower lip. She sucked me like this for several minutes, slowly bobbing her head up and down as I savored the sensation. I knew I wouldn't come soon, not after the orgasm earlier, so I just lay back against the mountain of pillows and watched her suck me.
Amanda released my cock and sat back on her heels. She then moved up to straddle my hips. As her pussy dragged across my saliva-slick penis, it twitched, and she smiled at me. She then rose up and I watched as she reached down with her right hand to lift my penis and point it at the opening to her pussy. She rubbed the head back and forth across her shaven slit and then set it at the junction of her inner lips. Once the tip was in the right place, she sank back a little; just enough to let the head of my dick enter her. When she removed her hand, I marveled at the sight of the shaft of my penis splitting her open, the head invisible inside her. She rested her hands on her thighs and with exquisite slowness, she lowered herself onto me.
As her pussy slowly engulfed my cock, I watched in amazement as her smooth outer labia bulged to accept my width and her inner lips clung to the sides of my shaft. The feeling of sliding into her was magical. I never wanted it to end. When her ass came to rest on my thighs and my dick was completely buried in her pussy, she shuddered and took a deep, ragged breath, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation. With her eyes still closed, she moved her hips side to side a little, got her knees situated comfortably on either side of my hips, and exhaled slowly.
She bit her bottom lip and groaned in pleasure. After a minute sitting like this, with my dick buried in the warmth and wetness of her pussy, she slowly opened her eyes. They were unfocused for a second or two and she took another deep breath. Then she looked at me and smiled. I raised my hands and placed them on her hips. She shivered at the contact, and I could feel her reaction as her pussy convulsively gripped my dick. "Mmmmm, I like it when you touch me," she said, speaking her first words of the night.
I rubbed my hands up and down the smooth skin of her flanks and she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her pussy clenched again and I took that as a signal to explore further. I brought my hands up and cupped her breasts, running my palms over her nipples. I felt them stiffen immediately under my touch as she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. Her pussy spasmed, grasping my erection in its soft grip and she shuddered. She took another deep breath and rose on her knees. In fascination, I looked down as she lifted off my erection. Her pussy lips pulled at me as she raised herself off my length, my dick glistening with her juices. When only the tip of my penis was inside her, she began to descend, my girth once again splitting her open.
She returned her palms to her thighs, keeping her eyes closed and breathing deeply through her nose. When her butt touched my thighs and she had firmly seated herself on my dick, she began rotating her hips in small circles. I continued to gently manipulate her breasts, rubbing my palms over her erect nipples, and then moving on autopilot as I ran my hands back over her sides and down to her hips. "God, that feels nice," she said without opening her eyes, her hips still making small circles, grinding her pussy against my stiffness.
With the backs of my fingernails, I traced back up her ribs to the sides of her gently swaying breasts. I ran my fingertips over her globes, avoiding her nipples, as she bit her lower lip again and moaned softly. I circled her areolas, running my fingers up the tops of her breasts and into the hollow of her collarbone. I gently splayed my fingertips over the sides of her neck and drew them out over the line of her jawbone. With feathery light caresses, I ran my fingers back down the sides of her neck and over her shoulders. I wrapped my hands around them, barely touching her, and drew my hands down the length of her arms, adding pressure with my fingers on the back of her arms. She shuddered in pleasure and I felt her pussy grip me tighter. I didn't have any plan for what I was doing, but she was certainly enjoying it. I ran my hands lightly over her entire body, back up to her shoulders and down her chest, still avoiding her nipples. When my hands reached her hips, she let out another low-voiced moan.
With my hands resting on her hips, she stopped the circular motion of her hips and began to slowly bounce up and down on my dick. I reached my hands around to cup her ass as she moved atop me, pulling her toward me and up, and then letting her sink down on my length again. We fucked like this for what seemed like forever, but was probably closer to five minutes. With a whoosh of breath, she impaled herself on me and bit her lip again, harder this time. She then began rocking her hips back and forth. I felt her ass cheeks clenching with the exertion, but the feeling on my penis was incredible. She was grinding the base of my cock with her pussy lips, and I simply held on for the ride at this point. Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she looked directly at me. "Come inside me! I want to feel you come inside me."
She rose on her knees and then reseated herself, my cock buried to the root. I moved my hands back to her hips as she rode me up and down. On each downstroke, I felt her pussy squeezing tighter and tighter. She was wordlessly moaning now as she bounced atop my hips, riding my cock and grinding against me at the bottom of each stroke. I felt my orgasm building and knew it wouldn't be long before I spent myself inside her. With a low, powerful moan, she seated herself firmly. The pressure was too much for me, and I felt my dick swell and begin to spurt into the depths of her pussy. She was gently rocking back and forth as I came inside her, and when I had almost finished, her pussy spasmed and... went wild. I was gripped so tightly that I thought I would pass out from the pleasure. With a long, tearing moan, she collapsed against my chest and whimpered into the hollow of my neck. Her body shuddered as her pussy gripped my hard shaft. I reached around her and rubbed my hands up and down her back and ass cheeks, gently squeezing and rubbing her bottom at the end of each motion. Her arms gripped my torso tightly as she gently bucked and shuddered in pleasure.
When her orgasm subsided, she loosened her grip but kept her arms around me. I stopped rubbing her ass and simply wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. After many minutes, our breathing returned to normal. She still gripped me tightly with her arms, her body held against mine as I embraced her.
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