The Pussy Whispers

by Dean Jéan-Pierre

  The taste of her juices on his lips, his tongue…on his face was something new to Aaron. He was only accustomed to seeing her juices dripping from his dick and marveling at how she would lick it off with the full length of her tongue wrapped around his girth. The thought of it made him shudder, and he wanted to bring that same pleasure to her. The taste of her wasn’t what he expected. Instead, the flavor of her warm juices reminded him of honey, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that he enjoyed it. He slid his tongue deeper into the center of her moistness and swirled it inside of her as if he was licking an ice cream cone.

  Rachael couldn’t believe how good his tongue felt inside of her. He was thirsty and sucking everything in sight. Her moans of pleasure kissed his ears letting him know just how much she was enjoying the pleasure he was bringing to her body. Her pussy was swollen with sweet nectar, and every time he flicked his tongue on her clit, she would come in spurts which he swallowed hungrily. Aaron smiled to himself and was almost angry that he had waited this long to please his woman. He promised himself that he wouldn’t take her pleasure for granted anymore and would do whatever it took to keep her satisfied.

  Rachael lost count of how many times her body exploded with the release of her orgasms. She lay there exhausted, unable to come again. As Aaron came up for air, she licked his lips to taste herself. Their lips met in a passionate embrace as he slid effortlessly inside the cocoon of her tight pussy.

  “Thank you baby,” Rachael gasped as the full length of his manhood touched every nerve in her body.

  Aaron withdrew himself from her and slid back in again. He enjoyed watching the expression on her face every time he entered her. “Don’t thank me baby. I’m your man and giving you pleasure gives me pleasure.”

  They spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, in the shower exploring the secrets of their bodies that would slowly unfold with each touch, each kiss, bringing them closer together.

  01/21/09…3:48pm

  Beautiful Release of Pleasure

  Just the thought of licking you deep in your moanful center

  Sets my tongue instantly on fire

  I can already hear you moaning, softly purring

  And it is only my breath that is setting your skin on fire

  Imagine the walls you will soon be climbing

  When the full force of my love fills you up

  You will know you are loved there will be no room for doubt

  Every word you moan from your whispering lips is like Greek to me

  After you come you will be fluent in every language

  Your nectar always tastes like the finest wine I have ever swallowed

  Your body is trembling and ready for that beautiful sweet release

  You are eager to wet my palette and feed me what I crave… what I need

  Not yet...it has been a long day and I want to savor your taste before it all disappears

  Every drop is as precious as gold and the way you moan makes my tongue harder

  I want to go deeper to find the eye of your pleasure and be swept away in your storm

  Unleash the torrent of your hurricane swell and let the current take me under

  Toss me to and fro my love and have no mercy on me for that is what I want

  You don't have to do anything my love except lay there and look beautiful

  Your nectar is like fresh spring water bubbling from the earth

  Your moist swollen lips affect me in the same way

  As watching a beautiful sunrise rising to greet the world

  How blessed these eyes are to witness one of God's most sensual creations

  Let me show you how thankful I am my love use my tongue for anything you want

  No task is too menial ask it of me and I will grant your every fervent desire

  For your beautiful release of sweet pleasure I will patiently wait

  The longer you take to drown my tongue in your sweet nectar is the more pleasure I am able to give you

  Do not be afraid of overwhelming me all at once

  Whatever you have been saving for me

  Release it until your whispering lips are quiet once again

  I will lie silently at the mouth that feeds my thirst

  Just waiting for another burst of your beautiful release of pleasure.

  3/10/09…2:42pm

  Room 104

  They always got the same room every time they stayed at the Clarion for a few hours. She loved having the big Jacuzzi in the middle of the room to take baths, scrub him down, and make love. Their time together was precious. Stealing moments was what she called it. The drive from Virginia Beach to Maryland always seemed to take forever even though it was only a four-hour drive up to College Park. Knowing that she would see him that day always made her body ache with anticipation of having him swollen inside of all her orifices. Her body needed to be nourished by his sweet island dick. Her mind needed caressing by his poetic words and the hint of his island accent still dancing in every word. She checked her rear-view mirror to make sure there were no cops around and stepped on the gas. Her lover was waiting.

  Anyone driving by on the highway that might happen to glance over at her smiling broadly would think that she was a few moans short of an orgasm, but she didn't care. If they knew the sweet dick down that she would soon be getting—they would be smiling too and maybe hoping to get in on the action. It had only been three weeks since their last rendezvous, but when your mind, body, and soul craves to be near the one you love—even a few hours can feel like an eternity.

  At first, she tried valiantly to hide the feelings she felt washing over her every time they were together; and it became even stronger when she had to leave him and know that his nights were being spent in the bed of another. Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. It only makes it yearn for what it cannot have everyday. She tried to keep it casual and light, but she wasn’t the kind of woman who could make love to a man with every fiber of her being and then pretend that it was only sex. Sex is something you have with a stranger you’ve just met in a bar or with some fool who claims to be a great lover and he comes in one minute. He then stupidly asks you “if it was good for you too?” When she took a man in her arms, in her bed, into her confidence; and inside the pleasure of pussy, it was an invitation for him to share a part of her that was reserved for only him and no one else. She would willingly give all of herself to him. All he had to do was ask and she would be his forever.

  There was no time for these kinds of thoughts, she thought to herself, as she pulled into the parking lot of the Clarion. He hadn’t arrived as of yet so that allowed her enough time to freshen up and get ready for him. The clerk at the front desk recognized her and offered a smile as he handed to her the keys to room 104. She wondered if his smile was the normal customer service smile or maybe he knew that she would soon be making love and about to feel things that she had never felt before in her life. She smiled back at him and the clerk thought to himself that he had never seen a woman so happy before. He wished more of his customers had her smile instead of the guilty expressions they wore on their faces when they came to check in or snuck out in the middle of the night.

  She received a text from him letting her know that he would be there in fifteen minutes. She shook her head in amazement as she opened the door to the room. Just seeing his name on her cell phone was enough to get her excited. She felt embarrassed that it took so little to make her smile, but she lived with the alternative—finding it dissatisfying. This felt much better. He brought something into her life that she had only dreamed about and never thought possible—until he came along. Men had touched her body before. They had even given her pleasure, but making love to him, being with him, was a surreal experience that she still found indescribable. Every time they were together, inside of each other’s body, kissing so deeply—it felt as if her skin was on fire. It intensified her feelings of passion and she felt as if she was caught up in a beautiful love song. She was the singer and she was
writing and singing all the lyrics just the way her heart wanted to sing them. There was nothing sad about this love song. It was a song filled with unrequited passion about her heart finally being touched and allowed to bloom into its full beauty. If she had more time before he arrived, she would have sat down and cried tears of joy. She didn’t want him to see her crying because he would worry, which was actually kind of cute, but it would take away from their afternoon together. There would be time for tears later on when he left her and went back home.

  The warm water washed over her naked body beating down on her tired muscles in much the same way he would soon do to her pussy. She laughed out loud at her naughty thought and felt herself blushing. She was a grown woman with kids and blushing at having a naughty thought, but she knew that it was a thought not based solely on desire or the yearnings aching in her pussy hole. It went deeper than that for her. She felt complete as if all the bad things that had transpired in her life happened so she could fully appreciate the bond they were sharing. In so many ways, he had saved her life. His presence and his words had found her at a time in her life when she wasn’t sure if her life made any difference to anyone. Something happened when he found her… or she found him. The gray began slowly to lift, and the smile that once laid dormant inside of her found its way to the surface again. He would humbly brush off her words of gratitude for saving her life as merely being kind, but she knew…she knew that maybe if he hadn’t arrived then everything after would not have happened. She was happy now that she hadn’t succumbed to the dark feelings that had overwhelmed her spirit before him.

  The knock on the door announced his arrival. Her heart thumped and she had to remind herself not to run to the door and throw her arms around him, but that’s exactly what she wanted to do every time they were together. She stepped behind the door and opened it to let him in. She was shy about her body and didn’t want someone wandering by to see her in a towel. It was only for him to see and to do with as he wished.

  “Hi honey,” she embraced him as the door closed behind him.

  “Hey. I see you’re ready for me,” he smiled mischievously because he knew she would blush when he said so, and she did. Her face turned bright pussy pink and she tried to look away, but he held her face in his hands and kissed her. One kiss from him. One touch from him and her body and mind responded as if they were being touched for the very first time. In many ways, she felt like a virgin experiencing the joys of love and sex for the very first time. It’s amazing what a man’s touch can do to a woman’s body when she craves him from the depths of her soul.

  In his arms, she felt protected as if there was nothing that he could not do once he set his mind to it. Her body felt perfect against his. It was always so warm and the mixture of his cologne and scented deodorant made her high. It was the natural high of a woman who was in love and soon to be ravished by her lover.

  His kisses felt like candy coated raindrops falling sweetly on her lips. She had an image of running in the rain naked but of course, she never would. "Kiss me like that again," she said as her towel fell to the floor while his lips ignited her skin and her nipples grew fatter as they rubbed against the hairs on his chest. She was alive and reveling in her feminine beauty. His hands felt like magnets connecting her body to his. She helped him out of his clothes because even having the thinnest layer of clothing between them was too much distance from his body. She craved skin on skin. She wanted the illusion of being in love even if the real thing wasn't possible. Although she knew it was too deep of an emotional state for him, her heart, mind, and body craved it—reality be damned.

  He never had to ask. She was always ready to please him in whatever capacity he demanded. The only way she knew how to love was with her very soul. She dropped to her knees, laid him on his back and took his erect manhood between her quivering lips. Her senses became flooded with the heat of his thickness thumping against her lips, and he forced his dick down her throat by grabbing hold of her damp brown hair. When he did this, it made her feel special that he instinctively knew what turned her on without her having to draw him a road map to her erogenous zones. He followed the trail of heat vibrating from her body and tasted the heated desire on her skin to have him inside of her. He was a generous lover in the truest sense; he always made sure that she was completely satisfied. His ultimate pleasure was derived from knowing that all her cravings had been fed. Making love to him wasn't just simply about penetration or hearing her moans of passion. He had made love and fucked scores of women but there weren't many who he could recall fucking and making to love to simultaneously. With her, the lines were blurred because passion cannot differentiate what the body and mind are feeling at the apex of its release. You allow yourself the possibility that things exist that transcend our physical understanding and experience passion so soul searing that it leaves your mind in awe. It’s a beautiful thing to feel. Most people never get to experience true bliss. They read about in books and see it in movies but always as an observer and never a participant. She was the star of her own production and every line and scene was scripted to perfection.

  Her moist hands closed around his fat black dick and stroked it back and forth as it slid smoothly between her hungry lips. She wanted to drink all of his babies, feel them sliding down her throat and filling her stomach. They would never have any babies because her tubes had been tied a few years ago. Every once in a while, she would give in to the fantasy of what their child might look like if they had one. It would have been a beautiful baby.

  "Lay down baby. I want to taste you," she said without looking him in the eye. Her eyes cast downwards on the matted hairs of his chest. She found it difficult to tell him things of a sexual nature while holding his gaze. It was a form of her submission to him and performing her womanly duties as a lover. Maybe she was pretending to be the submissive one because life and love had taught her that men, even the strong ones needed their fragile baby egos stroked once in a while to keep them performing at their highest level. It was something she didn't quite always understand but she knew that it was a necessary function of keeping her man happy. It was just as important as sex because it made a man feel virile and necessary. The small things in a relationship can keep it in motion without it ever needing mention, but take it away and the importance of it becomes glaring once it is gone.

  Her eyes never left his naked body as he lay down and waited for her to please him. His dick lounged semi-erect between his thighs. Even when he wasn’t fully erect, he could put her past lovers to shame with the length and girth of his manhood. Comparing them to him was like asking an amateur to do battle with a master or pitting a child against a man. The outcome was already pre-determined.

  His dick waved in front of her like a beacon of light docking a ship into port. A physical pain filled the ache in her pussy as if someone was stabbing her, but she refused her carnal instinct to mount his dick and use it like a trampoline to levitate her into the air with each deep thrust. Her tongue encircled his big toe and she sucked on it hard as if it was a three-inch dick deserving of her best tongue job. He squealed like a pig squirming in sty. With each suck, his moans intensified and it made her pussy drip liquid fire to know that she was turning him on so much.

  "Come here," he called to her with hands outstretched to her as she kneeled on the floor. "I need to fuck you now." Hearing the gravity of his desire made her clitoris jump for joy. When a man expresses his need for you and not merely a want, you can expect to be thoroughly fucked by every inch of his dick.

  "You don't have to tell me twice," she said smiling as she crawled up between his legs and his erection slapped the right side of her face. She straddled his upper body with her knees and she bent down to kiss him again. His touch ignited bombs inside of her as he caressed her back, her ass, and wrapped both hands around her neck to kiss her deeper. She loved when he took control of her in the bedroom. That’s what a man is supposed to do, she thought to herself—handles his business before somebody
else does it for him.

  Her pussy dripped onto his erection with the promise of squeezing every ounce of come from his dick. “I’m here honey. Do what you want with your pussy.”

  He kissed her again, this time so deep that it felt like his tongue was caught in her air passage, and he entered her heated cunt without pretense of foreplay. His penetration was swift, like an unsuspecting slap to the face that leaves you stunned because you never saw it coming. She screamed with her every thrust of his manhood opening her pussy wider and deeper. Her pussy was like a one-way street trying to accommodate two lanes of traffic. It felt as if he was trying to burrow a hole into her stomach through her pussy cavity. He was trying to steal her breath, make her lose her voice as her moans and screams ricocheted back and forth on the walls and settled in the empty Jacuzzi waiting its turn to get in on the action.

  “Damn baby…that’s how a man is supposed to fuck…just like that.”

  “You like it? Tell me how you much you like it,” sweat poured down his baldhead and onto his face. She had an insane thought of trying to fit his big baldhead into her pussy, but in the throes of passion, people begin to fantasize about some crazy shit that isn’t humanly possible.

  “I love how you fuck your pussy baby. You are the best lover I’ve ever had.” Hearing those words made his dick harder and she felt it growing another inch inside of her. If she died right now, she would die a happy woman on a fat dick that was stroking her into multiple mind numbing orgasms.