Living amongst the Dead

by J. Morgan

  Tiffany, he found… there was something about the naturalness of her present state, the combination of bush which he was unaccustomed to, of feeling the hair on the legs that opened to accept him, of the musty and rich feminine smell, the ripe flavour. Wiping the juices away with her underwear; the juices which under normal circumstances he would have licked and sucked away with joy, was a good move he thought. When a woman got wet he figured it brought out much of the acidity that is within a vagina, and perhaps that natural acidity is what burned his tongue before. Now though, she was so wet that it must all have been flushed out, and all that remained was a cunt that he very much desired.

  Harder and harder he got, pressure building, from the feeling, the taste, the smell, the sound of the moans, every sense was given pleasure except sight for he was within the blankets, and he couldn’t dare to deny it longer. The blankets were grasped with his right hand, and tossed to his left. Another toss with his left hand, and they were mostly off the bed, only slightly hanging on the edge. His brown eyes looked up from her crotch, from above her curly brown pubes; she could see and feel him lapping at her womanhood, tongue sliding up and down the slit, penetrating her entrance lightly, swirling about inside, then up to the top and he suckled on her clitoris.

  Breathing heavily, respectable breasts rising and falling rapidly, her green eyes peered down at him as he licked her. Short moans escaping from time to time, breathing too heavily for any extended moan to be given, until he focused on her clit. Tiff’s back arched, head pressed back into the pillow, mouth hung open, and a long, drawn-out, loud moan left her as she quivered. To his surprise, he was met with a splash of warm liquid on his face.

  “Woah-ho! Haha, Tiffany!” It squirted out onto the mattress as she writhed and moaned in orgasm, her man stood up at the end of the bed, clearly still quite hard, and he hoped what he said didn’t ruin the mood from his laughing but he could not hide the smile. Proud to have given such an intense orgasm, more pride was attained when he realized it was likely her first squirt. Indeed when she finally opened her eyes, somewhat plump body going limp, she looked down across her nakedness. Taking in the sight of his nakedness as well before sitting up, a look of terror came to her.

  “O-oh no… oh GOD… I… I didn’t!”

  “You diiiiiid…” It was playfully accusatory, but also dripped with happiness and gest. She must have likely thought that she had urinated, but he was fairly sure that it wasn’t pee. Still, why not toy with her a little?

  “Nooooo no no no no…” Her hands hid her red face, not wishing to see the large wet spot on the bed. It wasn’t the first time he had made a woman squirt, and went to work. Leaving the bedroom nude, a towel was grabbed from the washroom. He returned, and the smile went as he realized what he had just done.

  He stood there, wearing only socks, just as she was. Watching, still hard, his brown eyes on her as hers was on the night stand, looking at his side arm, body leaning towards it. It was within arm’s reach, and he knew that if she knew how to disengage the manual safety, which she might, she could easily grab the firearm and flick it off with her thumb. Then it was just a matter of pointing and shooting, if she had the guts to do so that is. Her face still red, she seen him looking at her then, looking expectedly at her as though ready to charge and tackle the woman.

  Her face, previously curious, now showed meekness; she went back to sitting upright, no longer leaning towards his M1911A1 Mil Spec. He walked to the bed, hard cock wagging and bouncing as he did so, the liquid of her squirt wiped off his face, and then he tossed the towel down onto the large wet spot on the mattress. Charlie and Denise wouldn’t appreciate that, he figured, but it couldn’t be helped. Who knows, maybe in the afterlife, if they knew what they had just done on and TO their bed, they would be happy that they were doing their best to enjoy life in this time of hardship. He tried not to think about it… his member was beginning to soften a little, not pointing out so rigidly away from him.

  “I’m sorry…” she muttered, covering herself, apologizing both for the mattress and for getting close to his ‘guns’. It might have also been another apology for what happened in the trail the other day, to think it was only perhaps 24 hours ago that she had tried to shoot him for his stuff.

  He did not respond, but only rubbed the towel about, trying to clean off the damp portion of the bed. Now he sat on it, figuring that pressure might help it to soak up the dampness more deeply. They both had a serious look on their face.

  “Looks like I’ve still got it!...” Richard said, trying to sound cheerful but kind of failing, giving a weak smile as he looked over to her. Her head was still down; she didn’t look back at him.

  “We can still do it if… you want to…” she offered, still hiding her breasts with her right forearm and hiding her bush/pussy by resting her left arm on her lap.

  “Mmm, tempting, but I sort of feel the moment has come and gone…” with each twitch and throb of his member, it was slowly lowering, shrinking, losing its hardness.

  “I’d like to try… um…” She began but faltered, looking at where the blanket was still hanging onto the edge of the bed, thinking of pulling it over to cover her but deciding against it. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to say what it is she wanted.

  “What is it, Tiff?” He leaned over off the towel, lifted part of it, and seen that the wet spot was indeed becoming lighter; it was being dried. Taking a deep breath through her nose and then letting it out in one blow, her arms lowered, revealing herself to him. It clearly caught his interest, eyes moving along her bare and incredibly pale flesh. The next few twitches and throbs of his manhood did not cause it to soften or shrink, but the opposite.

  “What you just did… it was… well… really good. I’d like to… I mean I’ve never…” He held up his hand for her to stop, and was now crawling towards her. Sitting himself down next to the inexperienced woman; he pulled her against him as they sat and said nothing. He wasn’t ENTIRELY sure it’s what she wanted, but he took her right hand while she sat on his left, scooted a little away from her to make it less awkward for her arm, and guided the hand to his semi-erect manhood. Her body, previously somewhat rigid, suddenly relaxed at feeling him finally. Since she mentioned how he gave her oral, he assumed she wanted to try sucking his cock, but knew it was best not to say it in that way for the term ‘cock sucker’ was typically considered an insult.

  She licked her lips, staring at it as she rubbed it, feeling it harden in her grasp. “Is this what you wanted to try?...” he asked, enjoying how she handled him in spite of the lack of finesse that would come with experience. Suddenly he recalled when he was afraid to stick it in her mouth, in that truck, because she was liable to bite it off. Now though… she had the chance to kill him again with a firearm he knew was loaded, though didn’t know if she knew or not. All the same, she didn’t go for it; didn’t even reach for it. Hell, she could have grabbed one of the firearms while he was in the washroom, could have had it aimed at the doorway, and if she would have figured out the safety of one of them, shot him as he came into view. All she was doing was looking curiously at the weapons though.

  Tiffany just gave a nod, still looking at the cock, but the hand came away quickly as he started to move. Moving down farther on the bed, he laid back, steadily stiffening manhood standing and waiting for her. His left hand reached over, rubbed her lower back; he looked up at her with a welcoming smile. “Go ahead, it’s all yours. Just… no biting, please. I don’t want you pulling a ‘Loraina Bobbett’ on me, or whatever, heh.” A nervous laugh. For once, she found, he looked vulnerable. He was letting her do as she pleased with him. It was new, and it was welcoming.

  Green eyes came off his twitching cock, going down to his brown eyes; he continued to give her a smile. She leaned down, not to his crotch, but to his face. Their lips met, her left hand cupped the scruffy right side of his jaw. To his surprise, her tongue entered his mouth, but it had retracted itself quickly. Could it have been that his breath
was bad, and thus the taste within his mouth was? He brought his tongue into her mouth this time, met her tongue, and began to circle it. She reciprocated, and so they French kissed. Her taste wasn’t the best either, but they relished in the naughtiness of it. She moaned into his mouth, his right hand had come up, cupped her left breast, squeezing, pinching, and she leaned into him, left hand going down to his crotch, finding his cock, and began to jerk it. He returned the moan; his deeper, almost animalistic, and she loved it.

  Her mouth came away from his as she looked down at him lustily; he looked up at her in the same manner, his hips were rocking somewhat, thrusting into her hand which continued to rise and fall on his member. The foreskin was smeared with precum and so far it had not yet completely come down over the glans. It looked tight she noted as she watched it. The reddish brunette didn’t know, but it was called phimosis, and he had a mild case of it. Seeing the curiosity in her eyes overcoming her lust, he reached down.

  “Sorry, did I hurt yo-“

  “No no, I just thought I’d show you…” grasping the soft outer flesh of his hard cock, he pulled down slowly, and eventually the glans was revealed in full. His foreskin looked QUITE tight around the base of it. “The glans, the head, the knob, the bell end, whatever you want to call it, it’s the most sensitive part of a man’s cock.” The hand then pushed the foreskin up. It bunched up beneath where the head protruded around the shaft, but eventually popped itself back over it, gathering quite a bit of precum on the crown of that soft and sensitive flesh which followers of Judaism, including Jesus Christ, had saw fit to cut off at birth.

  “Wait…” her right hand came to his wrist; he looked to her, seeing her watching his dick, green eyes glancing from it to his face and back. Her breasts looked amazing as they jiggled side to side from the movement, nipples fully erect. He pulled the foreskin down again, assuming it’s what she wanted, and then she lowered herself, going on hands and knees.

  “Easy… it’s sensitive…” Looking to him, pushing hair out of her face with her right hand, she nodded, and then continued to lower herself, breasts hanging, showing beautiful fullness. Desire filled him at the sight, his mind thinking on the softness of them, but also spurring his desire was the subconscious message that those breasts appeared quite capable of feeding his offspring. Then her lips hid the tip of his cock, though he was not looking at it. He was watching her body, her hanging breasts, her soft belly, the smoothness of her back, the roundness of her bottom, not caring about the hair of her legs, or the bits of hair visible at her armpits.

  His body twitched as her tongue circled the tip of his member, slimy from precum, and though the taste was odd, a bit bitter even, she loved it. She loved the naughtiness of it, her nose breathed in the musky scent of his junk. It was quite potent from all the days of walking, of the times he had fought, times he had jogged or ran; it made him sweat, the sweat had dried, and left on him a smell unique to himself. Her body moved about, arms and knees on the bed on either side of his legs, and now as her head bobbed down, taking the cock in her mouth, her nose went into his bush just as his had done in hers before. She loved it; breathed in as the cock was in her mouth, nose in his curly and course hairs, feeling the soft and wrinkly flesh of his scrotum on her chin.

  The man’s body twitched more and more. The thing about being uncircumcised is that the knob is just about always hidden and protected by the foreskin. When uncircumcised he figured it’s typically rubbing against clothing, causing the flesh to become tougher, somewhat desensitizing it. HIS however, the flesh was VERY soft, as sensitive as can be, almost TOO sensitive, and the movement on it; directly touching it, it almost unsettled him more than it pleasured him.

  “Ha-hang on-hang on, wait wait wait…” Her eyes went up to meet his, having been sucking him for half a minute or so by now, head lifting to let the hard member leave her mouth.

  “Are you going to cum alr-… you’re going to cum?” He was shaking his head, but glad she chose not to use the somewhat insulting word of ‘already’. It made a man feel bad if a woman suggested he came quickly.

  “No no, it’s just…” the hand that was on his belly, his right hand, reached down, pushed the foreskin back up from where it was trapped beneath the ridge of his glans. “Ahhh, that’s better, it’ll feel better like this… you can stick your tongue IN the foreskin if you like, but I just don’t like having the whole thing… exposed… kinda… y’know?” Of course she wouldn’t know; she doesn’t have a cock, doesn’t know what it’s LIKE to have a cock, but she nodded, moving the hair from her face, and then went back down. “It feels great, Tiff…” He smiled, and looking down, his cock just entering her mouth, the corners of her lips smiled back, but keeping the member in her.

  Her head began to bob, eyes closed, savoring his taste, his scent, hands resting on his thighs now, relishing how large they were, the strength within, feeling how good it felt as her sensitive nipples brushed the coarse hairs on those legs. She could hear him breathing more heavily, feeling the dick in her mouth twitching more energetically, she was doing it, she was returning the pleasure he had shown her. That incredible sensation, it had been the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced, though she had not yet told him, and might never do so. Her lips tightened, jaw kept open to keep teeth from his manhood, she sucked, and naughty sounds began to escape her from the action she was performing on him.

  “Ahh, yeah, you’re doing great, babe… oh you’re doing fantastically… mmm…” His deep voice, seemingly even deeper from the pleasure bestowed upon him, was low, gravelly, and encouraging. She quickened her pace, ignoring the soreness slowly developing in her neck, in her jaw. Her left hand came up, cupping his balls, and felt his body stiffen beneath her, and not in a good way. “Stay away from!... Stay away from the… back… the… bottom… alright?” Her head had stopped, penis half way inside, she was looking up at him, right hand having come away from his sack and pulling her hair to the side. A moment’s hesitation, eyes wide, but then they softened as she understood. This horny woman had no intention of going near his ‘bottom’ anyways, so continued.

  She went back to rubbing his balls, head bobbing on his cock. It was hot and she had enjoyed it, but this was getting somewhat old for her; her breathing becoming quicker from all this movement. When was he going to cum? Would he warn her, would the taste make her gag? Could she swallow or would she have to spit it out? Tiffany kept going.

  He felt he was at his limit, not in terms of being able to cum, but in terms of no longer being able to increase the amount of pleasure felt. It just wasn’t tight enough, wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t rigorous enough, and knew that to keep going, while it felt great, would never lead to climax. It was just how he was, it was VERY difficult to cum from a blowjob for him, and very few women had ever gotten him off with handjobs before either.

  “Tiff, me maid, this feels amazing, truly, but I won’t be able to cum like this. It’s not your fault! I don’t think I’ve EVER came from just a blow job…” He tried to say it nicely, to make sure she knew in no uncertain terms that it wasn’t HER fault, it was his, and that was the honest truth. She came away from his cock, breathing open-mouthed, trying to catch her breath.

  “No?... you can’t?” It was like she was just after a run, chest rising and falling between words as she tried to steady her breathing. “I could… try harder…” She gave a smile, an eager smile, and though she didn’t really WANT to keep going, to ‘try harder’, she wanted to make him feel good and he seen that in her; it broadened his earnest grin.

  “Oh baby, come here, come to daddy.” It was spoken, dripping with gratitude; the last bit tacked on for a laugh, yet seemed to produce a moan from her as he grasped her arm, pulled her to him, and embraced her in a hug, kissing her in spite of what had just been in her mouth.

  “Mmm, daddy…” she was limp in his hands, utterly relaxed, leaning heavily into him. “I could get used to that, daddy… oh my God, why do I love that so much;… daddy…”<
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  “Woah-ho-ho, mmm…” She came up to him after his exclamation, kissing him, and he moaned into her mouth. In came the tongue again, and the playful moan turned into a deeper, real one. The woman mounted on top of him, a leg on each side of his waist, and suddenly he felt like he was no longer in control of this situation but accepted it. Crotch on his, though having not had him enter her, her hips rocked back and forth. She reached down, felt where his cock was, how it was trapped between his pubic hair and the corner of her crotch, off to the side, she moved it. Tiffany brought it over a little so it was between her lips but still trapped between them, and then continued to rock her hips back and forth.

  In this way, her pussy rubbed his cock, and his veiny, wrinkly dick rubbed her pussy, but there was no penetration. They kissed all the while she did this, and now it was her turn to moan into HIS mouth as she felt his knob rub against her swollen clit, with the rest of his shaft rubbing into her slit. The cock that had been coated in her saliva was now having the juices of her hot, wet cunt mix in with it. Thusly, she continued to grind on him, and he was amazed at how it felt. The softness of flesh, the coarseness of their pubes, both impossibly silky smooth and incredibly rough at the same time; his hips rocked beneath hers, thrusting the base of his dick against her more vigorously.

  Right hand came up, grasped her left breast, and squeezed… hard. Unseen, her eyebrows ruffled, she moaned again, and her mouth came away from his with a final kiss. “Uhnn, nnn, mmm, oh daddy… oh DADDY… yes… nyes… oh God…” Her voice was more high-pitched, almost whiney; needy, it made the woman who was nearly a decade older than him sound more like a decade younger than him.

  “Oh Tiff, my sweet girl, you make daddy feel so good, so very good, you want to make daddy cum don’t you, babe?-“