by Sofia Connor
He lowered to kiss me again and then drew his head to nuzzle under my chin. I tilted my head back. Were he a vampire or a werewolf, he could have bitten my throat. As if reading my thoughts, his teeth gently gripped and released sections of my throat as he worked down to my already heaving breasts. Please hurry, I thought.
Ben took his time. I had sucked the hurry out of him. He slowly kissed his way down my sternum. With my hands still in his hair, I closed my arms to pinch his face with my tits. He moaned a muffled appreciation and nuzzled under the right one, playfully nudging it upward. He found the nipple and played it in circles with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth. It felt good. My hands were still in his hair, feeling his head moving, as he worked my nipple with his mouth. When he moved his head across to the left breast, he covered and gently massaged the abandoned breast with his hand, allowing the hardened nipple to find its way between two of his fingers, keeping it tight. I moaned as my breasts swelled under his skilful touch. His mouth bringing my left nipple to hardness sent shivers through my body that made my vagina crackle with the heat of anticipation.
The pain of Ben's slow progress was exquisite. My exhaustion and Ben's touch were affecting me like a drug. I was trembling and my moaning, while deep and quiet, had become regular. It felt like I was purring as he kissed his way down my abdomen.
When he arrived at the very centre of my world, he gained purpose in his movements. He kissed the inside of one thigh, and grazing his lips over the freshly shaven ones of my pussy, he moved across to kiss the inside of the other. He then extended his tongue and ran the tip of it along the inside fold of the left outer lip of my pussy, down then up, in slow recycling strokes. This he did again on the opposing outer lip. I wanted to scream, but I wanted whatever might be coming next even more. It was worth the wait to finally feel him press his mouth, his face and, of course his tongue, into my sopping flower. He rooted side to side to get innermost, his tongue exploring everywhere, his lips gently drawing in, pinching and releasing each petal. I could already feel myself giving in to my first orgasm, itself still just a warm purr, when Ben followed his tongue up the centre of me to find the bulb of my nerves. He puckered his lips around it and vacuumed it into his mouth. The sensation jolted my body and stole my breath with a catch. I had felt nothing like it before. He did it again with increased pressure. Again the jolt came and again the catch in my breath. He relaxed the grip of his mouth and pushed at the button with his tongue for a moment of reprieve before drawing the glowing bulb back in through his re-pursed lips again and again and again.
The jolts gave way to expectation. Expectation gave way to the calm acceptance of the rhythm of my clit passing in and out of the narrow opening of his lips. The rhythmic pumping action relentlessly tugged upon my orgasm, drew it up like rich oil from deep within the centre of me by tapping into my very soul and overwhelming my consciousness. I came in body-wracking convulsions of relief and emotion and a flooding wetness.
I pushed on my heels, propelling myself along the bed away from him in defence of my suddenly hypersensitive clitoris. Ben retreated as I covered myself with my hand and rocked from side to side as the last vestiges of my intense orgasm washed from me like retreating shore break. Then he was next to me, stroking matted tendrils of hair from my face and kissing me gently once again.
It felt good to feel his fingers massage my hairline, the edges of my face. At first I thought I would never want to move. His kisses however, caring and cautious and perfumed by my own scent, rekindled my passion immediately. I kissed him back exuberantly, excitedly and appreciatively. I pushed to roll over onto him but he pinned me down and continued to kiss my face, my mouth, my neck and my breasts.
He separated my legs with his and I could feel him again hard against me. He lifted himself above me on his pinning arms forcing my forearms into the mattress. "Did I tell you that you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen? Or did I merely think it?" he asked, smiling. I returned his smile in silence.
"Well, you do have, by far let me add, the most beautiful tits as well as the most wonderfully delicious..." He cut himself off and snapping a quick jolt onto my pinned forearms demandingly asked, "Are you ready for me?"
I remained silent for a few heartbeats before beaming another smile and further spreading my knees while crossing my ankles on the backs of his upper thighs. I answered him by pulling on the backs of his buttocks with my heels. I felt the head of his cock push against my clit and pop over the top of it. He pulled back to realign with me. I could feel a shift of weight on my arms telling me that he was preparing to use his hand.
"Don't," I said. "Give it time to find its own way." He settled back and when I felt the aim was true I pulled up again with my heels and he pierced me. Oh, my God, my head spun in a scream to itself. He slowly pushed deeper and deeper into me, so easily stretching my slick passage. He was filling me up. The head of his cock or the ridge or both pressured the front wall of my opening, triggering erotic pleasures along the way.
His full, strong, confident strokes were soon like a stallion at full gallop and I was on for a race toward ecstasy. I re-wrapped my legs above his hips, taking my pelvis to a higher tilt. Completely pinned to the bed at three points, the sensation of being pushed and pounded combined with the action along the front of my tunnel to get my synapses firing all at once.
"I'm cumming!" I forced out, looking into his disturbingly calm face, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I bucked and then my whole body stiffened fiercely against the restraint of his weight. He eased his stroke as my orgasm passed.
Becalmed, I smiled again. I strained to move my head to kiss his hand still pinning my forearm. I could not reach it. He smiled at me and said, "I'm not through with you."
"Then kiss me," I pleaded. He complied. Powerfully.
Then he said into my ear, "Swing your legs on top of my shoulders."
Repositioned, he began his boldest strokes yet. The new tilt of my pelvis delivered pure pleasure. The penetration was deep and even more pressure was exerted against my front vaginal wall by the head of his pumping cock. I could feel my juices running erotically down the cleft of my bottom past my ass. Ben's entire body, glistening in sweat, shined in the moonlight. My craving increased. I wanted all he could give me, as hard as he could give it to me.
"Oh Ben, fuck me harder...harder...fuck me harder!" I hissed through my teeth.
Ben opened his eyes to look at me and smiled a strange knowing smile. He slammed a few strokes hard into me, each almost independent of the other. Then he leaned into me and transferred a significant portion of his body weight onto my coiled-back legs. They easily and comfortably supported it.
This shift of weight permitted Ben to suddenly quicken his rhythm into a jackhammer staccato of half stokes. I'm sure my face registered at least some sign of my mind screaming at the fantastic sensation fluttering through my entire body. My tits, my flanks, my hands, which had been freed to grip Ben's butt, and of course my dripping pussy were all quivering to Ben's pulsing rapid-fire pace.
At first just the tip half of his cock was plunging in and out for these short strokes. As nice a sensation that it was, I began to feel frustration approaching. Again, seeming to read my thoughts Ben changed to push all the way in. Suddenly each of his quick jackhammer blows was slamming home against the sensitive, tightly gripping, outer entrance of my centre with a loud smack.
The depth of his penetration in this position was extreme and surprising. Small tinges of pain, shepherded by the exquisite fulfilment of each deep, slapping, banging stroke, posed no impediment to delivering my body completely and unequivocally to this mysterious man once again.
My body had grown completely responsive now. Ben was only a few strokes into this new rhythm and my orgasm began popping off like a string of small firecrackers. Unlike the earlier deeply dredged orgasm, this one had the sensation of sparklers and fireworks in my nerves. Like fireworks in July, it kept cumming for a long time, drawing a strang
e involuntary whimpering sound from me.
Ben, building slowly from the moment he entered me, was cumming with the monstrous intensity of a moon-shot. The strain on his neck and face was frightening. He was beaded in perspiration. Soon after my fireworks started he began to lose his rhythm. Complete loss followed as all control of his body gave over to involuntary spasms, convulsions and twitches as his torrent mixed with mine. My series of explosions reached a crescendo with his, then kept gently firing as long as his cock continued to throb inside of me.
I laid wrapped into Ben with my head on his shoulder for a few minutes before realizing he was asleep, deeply asleep. Too excited or too exhausted to sleep, I got up and used the toilet, the bidet and the sink in the bathroom. I climbed back into bed with Ben and fell asleep myself.
The next morning I emerged from a sleepy dreamscape to find Ben smiling next to me propped on his arm. "Good Morning..." he said, "hot stuff."
"Good Morning."
"You have some questions, no doubt..."
"A few," I replied.
"Shayna?"
"Yes."
"A friend from college, and a colleague. The source of my invitation to lecture the course here."
"Lover?"
"Very lesbian."
"Renee?"
"Committed bi-sexual, according to Shayna. They apparently dallied in the past."
"Last night?"
"Was wonderful."
"No, I mean..."
With a small laugh and that radiant grin Ben said, "I think so, if Shayna had her way."
"Wonderful for me too," I said.
"Halleluiah."
Ben's next kiss was the first kiss of a whole new 24 hours in Prague.
The End.
More Than a Handjob
Margaret could see he was in one of his moods again. He was a true Capricorn, so she had grown used to his capriciousness over the years. Sitting on the couch, she could sense his frustration, the subtle sighing and eyebrow raising he went through as he watched her reality shows with her, biting his tongue and fiddling with his phone. It was like he was there, but only in the least possible way. She was used to this. After the kids, so much had changed, but the sexless part, that was the worst. She wasn't sure why she'd lost interest, but she had, and fighting that had been futile. She just wasn't interested most of the time and she didn't know why.
She truly loved him though, and even though his cynicism pissed her off whenever he let it get the best of him, she appreciated how he tried to swallow his criticism of her favorite junk television, even when he was irritated with whatever it was that was bothering him. He would never tell her.
He was a wonderful father, and he always brought home his half of the bacon too. He even tried to help with the house, although his heart wasn't ever in it. Sure, he was about 100 pounds overweight, which turned her off, but he loved her, and that turned her on. "If he can stomach these shows, then I can certainly think of something to make the show a little less painful for him," she thought. "I bet I can make him lose interest in that phone in any case."
She got up and went to the bedroom on the next commercial break and took off her panties. Next, she picked out a pair of super thin running shorts. They were just a bit small on her, so she really only kept them around because she knew he had a fetish for slick clothing like nylon, spandex and polyester. With these being so tight, they usually clung to her mound, giving her a pretty graphic camel toe. This did nothing for her, but she knew he loved it. Next, she took her shirt off to reveal her tits for him and squirted a bunch of lube in her right hand. Even if she didn't want to fuck him tonight, maybe she could make him smile.
She was already pretty hot and bothered when she strolled back into the living room and plopped down on his left side, like she always did, and that pleasantly surprised her. However, her silly man was in such a mood that he didn't even look up from the damn phone, so he didn't even see how wantonly she was splayed out for him. "It's like he's totally ignoring me," she thought. Even though she was annoyed, her pussy started to leak as she put the second part of her plan into action.
Without any hesitation, she reached over with her left hand and pulled his sweatpants open, then jammed her right hand into his pants, grabbing and fondling his cock, which instantly began to swell as she established a slow and steady rhythm. She saw the surprise on his face for only an instant, and then he looked at her with the face of a man who'd just won the lottery. He didn't say anything, but he smiled at her, genuinely happy. Why hadn't she ever thought of this before?
Next she saw his eyes scanning her tits as they gently jiggled from her fingers stroking his now throbbing cock. He let out a gentle moan as he moved his left hand to grab her exposed thigh. His hand relaxed and started stroking up her leg, inexorably drawn to her throbbing pussy. She could tell he was slowing himself down, savoring the moment, but struggling not to just pounce on her. It gave her a giddy feeling in her guts, and she squeezed his dick a bit extra, hissing in a deep breath making her perky tits heave in the flickering light of her show.
She leaned back and continued her slow and steady stroking and even started to watch her show again as he massaged her thigh, ever inching closer to where her shorts wetly squeezed her slick and puffy lips together. After a while she forgot she was even giving him a handjob and started getting drawn into the show again, but then she noticed he was getting more insistent with his rubbing. She increased her pace, just slightly, and started adding little flourishes with her fingertips as she reached the crown of his penis, only to then stroke down and play with his balls. Within a few seconds of this, his breath had grown ragged and he was having a hard time sitting still. She smiled to herself, surprised to find she was actually enjoying some sexy time with her husband. She couldn't remember the last time his dick had been so hard! "It's a shame," she thought, "If he wasn't so passive, I might even be down with getting pounded a bit tonight."
As if he could read her submissive thought, he suddenly sprang off the couch and picked her up in a fireman's carry over his shoulder, which caused a girlish squeal to involuntarily squeak out of her luscious lips, and then he carried her into the bedroom. She could feel his rough hands gripping her body as he crossed the threshold into the bedroom. "So my Yellowbird wants to play tonight, eh?" he whispered into her ear. "Well I'm gonna make her sing until her throat is sore tonight." Hearing him use her special name and feeling his hot breath on her neck flicked a switch inside her, and suddenly she was sopping wet and needing to be fucked.
He threw her on the mattress on her belly with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed and pinned her there with his pulsing iron rod mashed up against the shiny fabric of her running shorts. He started sliding the head up and down her crack and against her waiting pussy. "Oh God, I need your cock in me," she moaned. He slapped her ass roughly, then stroked it softly, sending chills up her spine and into her brain.
"Do you know how long I have waited for you to get your mojo back? Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" he cried, and then he yanked the shorts aside without taking them off, revealing her dripping pussy and her slick swollen mound. He slipped his cock between the fabric and her skin and started pumping back and forth, splitting her lips with a penis that had to somehow be bigger than it had ever been before. Just when she couldn't take anymore, he quit teasing her and plunged into her swollen pussy.
The combination of his sudden penetration and the shorts bunching over her clit set off her first orgasm in at least a month. Her knees trembled and she cried out his name. "Oh God Green, fuck me, please fuck me now!"
He started pounding her relentlessly, like a man possessed. She reveled in the feel of being taken, of being penetrated, of having her breasts mashed against the bed as her entire body jerked with each of his massive thrusts. She'd forgotten that even though he was fat, he was also strong. It was like being fucked by a bull, and she bit her lip as another orgasm rushed through her, soaking his cock in her juices.
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br /> He grabbed the back of her neck and brought her shoulders up against his chest, still ramming her pussy, and he whispered to her, "I love you so much." It was right then that he threw her back against the bed, flipped her over and took her missionary style, just like he had on her wedding night. He had a feral look as he held her legs back, doubled his thrusting pace and started to grunt like a rutting beast. She came a third time, harder than before. She was shaking all over as he finally let out an animalistic bellow and his dick swelled and started pumping her pussy full of his semen. The sloppy noises that followed pleased her as he gradually slowed down and slipped out of her. She laid there on her back staring at the ceiling, feeling his cum start to drain from her pussy and drip down towards her asshole.
Suddenly, she felt his hand there, scooping up his cum and slowly fingering her pussy, coating his fingers in the mix of their juices. He took those fingers and stuck them into her open mouth, and she revelled in the pure naughtiness of it. But then something happened that had never happened before. He kissed her, hard, with his tongue on hers, and they shared the flavor of their lovemaking. Then he kissed her gently on her collarbone, her chest and on to her navel, then finally he settled on her pussy. "Wha," she started to ask, but he lifted his hand and covered her mouth. "I want to do this for you," he said. He then proceeded to clean out her pussy completely, bringing her to yet another gentler orgasm in the process.
The words surprised her when they came out of hermouth, because she'd never been one for dirty talk: "Since when are you not afraid of a sloppy, cum-filled pussy," she teased as they both lay panting on the bed.