Home Work
Part three
Then I look at the ice cream on your stomach, which is starting to drip down towards the waistband of your shorts. I lick it up with just the tip of my tongue, and then move my tongue delicately across your waist until I feel you squirm just a little. I lick my way up the center of your stomach and then over to each of your nipples, swirling my tongue around until they become hard. Then I sit back a bit and ask, “Are you getting impatient over here love?”
“Hmmph” you groan. “There is a limit to my patience, DARLING!”
My hands are idly stroking your sides, moving across your upper chest, down the center of your stomach. My stomach is resting against your lap. I can feel the evidence of your desire beginning to stir and press against my body, feeling your heat through the thin satin fabric.
“Just 10 more minutes, love, I promise.”
“Oh you! You wench! You tease! Just for that!!” You tug gently on the first tie, which loosens quickly and easily, knowing full well the effect this gesture will have on me, as I feel the fabric release its hold on my breasts. My nipples grow taut and press against the wisp of clothing yet covering me, seeking freedom and your touch.
You smile teasingly and whisper huskily, “Back to your reading DARLING. I couldn’t think of interrupting for the next 10 minutes!”
Now its my turn to mumble and sigh! “Hmph!” We both know that this playful game of taunting and teasing is only intensifying and mounting our anticipation and excitement.
When I return to the couch, with my back to you, I slowly and deliberately bend down to punch my pillow just so, and pick up my notebook, knowing full well that you are watching every movement. I can almost feel your loving caress as your gaze moves down my back, follows the curve of my hip, and rests on my scantily clad bottom, before I turn and open my notebook and settle down once again.
I lay with my knees bent, one resting against the back of the couch, and the other idly moving up and down, again absorbed in my reading and totally unaware of the effect my unconscious movement is having on you. The teddy is cut high above the legs, and each time I swing my leg outward, you catch a fleeting glimpse of my golden hair framed against the narrow strip of black lace running between my legs.
I try to concentrate for about five minutes, but my thoughts are wandering and are no longer on the words on the page. I sigh, and let the book drop to the floor and close my eyes a moment, savoring the feel of anticipation. Unconsciously, and with my eyes still closed, I touch my fingertips to my neck, and stroke along my collarbone, turning my face to one side. As my hand moves down over my shoulders, I spread my fingers and trace light patterns, moving lower, till my hand comes to rest on my left breast, and I massage until the nipple is hard in my palm. I sigh, open my eyes, and am startled when I notice you watching me with an intensity that bespeaks your own excitement.
Home Work
Part four
I move as if to get up, embarassed, but you cross the room to me, speaking gently in a whisper, “Don’t stop honey. Let me watch you.”
“I can’t. I want YOU John.”
You sit beside me and undo the second tie on my teddy and pick up my own hand and place it over my breast. “I know you do, but I’d like to watch you.” Your hand is softly touching my other breast, until the nipple grows swollen between your fingers. You move your hand over my body, down between my legs and massage the palm of your hand against my mound as I slightly part my legs.
You lift me from the couch and carry me into the bedroom, gently laying me on my back in the center of the bed as you sit beside me.
You whisper softly, “You know how much I like to look at your beautiful body.”
I nod slowly, a bit reluctantly.
“Don’t you like how you feel when I look at you?” You untie the last restraining tie on the front of my teddy and ease the fabric apart, exposing my breasts as you speak, and letting your eyes roam freely, touching each part of me only with the intensity of your gaze. I shudder as I feel a familiar spasm between my legs, and moan softly.
“Yes John.”
“Relax, love. Think of me watching you. I know it excites you, and it will excite me. It will excite me to see you touch yourself.” You slowly pull the fabric back over my breasts. Then, taking my hand in yours, you kiss each fingertip and place my hand over my waist.
You move across the room and murmur, “Honey, I love you.”
I tentatively, hesitantly move one hand over my body, from my waist and over one breast on the outside of my teddy. I pause, uncertain.
I touch my right hand to the right side of my neck, and slowly rake my fingernails over the skin, between my chin and my collarbone, rolling my head to one side on the pillow.
I close my eyes, and begin to abandon myself to the sensations of my own hands caressing my body. My thoughts drift to a vision of you watching me, imagining your reaction, imagining your cock grow harder and harder as you see every sign of my mounting passion in a way you have never witnessed before.
My other hand moves up the center of my stomach, touching the skin revealed in the opening of my teddy, and I push the fabric apart further and slide the straps down my shoulders. I arch my back until the wisp of lace and satin is pushed down around my waist. My hands travel up the length of my body and rest over each breast, cupping them, massaging and caressing, working the nipples into hard peaks.
My breath is coming faster as my excitement mounts, and I am lost to this thing I am doing for you. I open my legs slightly and move one hand down, working it under the fabric until I can feel my own wetness. I open my legs wider and slide my hand down further, burying my fingertips in my hair which is tangled now and damp from my excitement.
Home Work
Part five
I thoroughly wet my finger and then move it up across my body until I can touch each nipple with my wetness, feeling each one grow harder. I then touch the same finger to my lips and stroke it gently back and forth until i can taste my own saltiness.
I open my legs yet wider and stroke my fingertips back and forth across my inner thighs, lightly brushing over the pleasure place between my legs.
I’m breathing heavy now, and sighing, seemingly forgetting that you are in the room. But I speak your name, “John?”
“Yes, Nicole, I’m here.” I can hear a husky, straining sound in your voice as your speak. “Take the teddy off now Nicole. Let me see all of your beautiful body.”
I slowly arch my back and slide the offending cloth down my hips, until I can kick it off with the motions of my legs. I bend my legs but hold my knees together, uncertain what to do next.
I part my legs slightly and place a hand over my hair, feeling the wetness against my palm.
“Open them wider Nicole. Let me see all of you love. Lose yourself again honey…..for me.” Your voice betrays your own mounting passion and desire, and gives me courage.
I allow my legs to drop fully open and begin to explore the soft folds between my legs, easing myself open, pushing the hair aside to allow my fingertip to slide easily between my opening and the swollenness of my pleasure point.
I move my fingertip up and down between my legs, sliding gently with my wetness now evenly distributed, and pausing each time as I touch my rosebud, circling it slowly, enjoy the waves of sensation which are beginning to take hold of me. My other hand continues to stroke my upper body, across my lower stomach, and up over each breast. I shiver and moan as the first sensation of orgasm begins to wash over me. I place a finger inside my opening, feeling the softness and warmth deep within myself.
“Aaaaahhhhhh” I sigh, as I withdraw my finger and again circle my pleasure point. My clit is hard and erect and each gentle touch brings me closer to climax, yet I try to hold off, allowing the tension to mount.
I again move both hands over my upper body, allowing my legs to remain open like a blatant invitation, touching my nipples with my wet finger, and feeling myself shiver. As I return my hand between my legs, I reinsert a finger and thrust my hips upward, gently rocking in the motions of lovemaking, and slide my finger back up until I can feel my orgasm begin. My finger circles my clit with a new intensity and my cries fill the room. I’m so lost now, I’m unaware that you have joined me on the bed until I can feel your tongue mingle with my own finger, licking and caressing and pushing me over the edge. You push two fingers deep inside me and slowly move them in and out as your tongue continues to probe and touch my pulsing flesh.
“John….oooohhhhhhhhhh, yes……I WANT you now. FUCK ME NOW!!!!!!”
My orgasm slowly subsides, and you move between my legs and place your cock just barely inside me. I encircle your flesh with my hand, feeling its length and hardness. I move it up and down between my legs, moaning each time it passes over my still erect clit, as the last sensations of orgasm die away.
“John, you are SO hard!! I want you inside me. Fill me with your cock. FUCK ME!!!”
Your cock moves again to my opening and you thrust gently, pushing a few inches within my warmth and wetness, slowly sliding in. I tighten my muscles against you, trying to pull you deeper inside, moaning again, “FUCK me.”
Home Work
Last part
You thrust harder, burying yourself deep within me, and I arch upward to meet you, wrapping my legs around your hips. We move in unison, softly moaning with each thrust which brings us closer and you deeper within me. You are hard like never before, filling me and pounding into me. Each time you thrust deep inside me, I feel your skin touch my clit which is still hard and sensitive, and I can feel your balls slap against me with the intensity of your movements.
You cup my face in your hands and I dig my nails into your back, arching yet into you as I tighten the grip my legs have on your hips. Your tongue finds its way into my mouth, seeking mine, until they meet with an urgency equal to the thrusting of our lower bodies.
“John….ohhhhhhh…..now, COME inside me now. I’m there….COME with me. Oh John!”
You can feel the spasms deep within me as I sigh and call your name. Our tongues meet again in a wet, fiery embrace. You tense, and I can feel your cock grow yet harder as you begin to come with an intensity that leaves us both weak and breathless. Your come fills me with each deep thrust, until you collapse against me, whispering my name, mingling the dampness of our bodies together as we are still joined.
You tilt your face towards mine until our lips meet in a gentle, soft kiss, and we stay this way awhile, enjoying the sensation of being locked together, feeling our heartbeats against one another and the feel of you within me.
“Oh John, I love you.” I push the damp hair from your forehead, touch your cheek and kiss you gently again.
“I love you too Nicole.”
You roll off me and pull me into your arms and we settle against each other, allowing our hearts and breathing to slow.
“The night is not yet over,” I softly murmur as sleep begins to grip us both. “No, it isn’t over yet honey……”
Sigh……system is lagging so will only post one or two stories . Here goes : Wife away Hubby will play . Enjoy !!!
I had gotten a new computer and for the first time is was going into chat rooms. I preferred adult chat. I was afraid if I found someone that was claiming they were older and underage, I would get into legal trouble and I didn’t want that.
I never mislead the ladies I would post my picture and correct description of myself. I would also tell any woman that I would cyber with that I was married. I would prefer to chat what married woman. Felling they had as much to lose as I did.
My preferred chat window was Excite with the window where you could show a picture of yourself or what you hoped you looked like. There were many of evening I spent chat to wee hours in the morning with the ladies getting myself, and the ladies all turned on.
There was one lady I got to know from Kentucky, from the hometown I went to college one year back in 1968. We will call her Sally, not her real name, we spent many an evening explaining what we would do to each other and living out our fantasies over the computer. The longer we talked to each other the more the interest grew between us. I found out she had a very submissive side and wanted to be dominated in most ways.
Then came the summer when my wife went away again for the week. I took that weekend to drive the hundred and forty miles down Kentucky from my home in Columbus Ohio to meet her. I was not sure which way our friendship was going to go but I came prepared to experiment in all ways if the situation developed.
I have one standing rule and that is never go where the partner doesn’t want to go. Never leave a mark on the outside, but always leave one where it can never be erased, on the inside. When we meet I took it slow and took Sally out to eat. We discussed how our weekend might end up and we both decided to take our chances at getting a place to stay for the weekend.
We found a place in the Kentucky, Tennessee Mountains and checked into the motel. As soon as the door was closed she came into my arms and gave me a long tender kiss. We were making straight advances on each other. Lets first say I was about 52 when this happened and she had just turned 40. I am about 5'10 tall have very piercing blue eyes, light brown hair at the time (very little left then, shave it now). I am slightly overweight about 240 lbs. She is about 5'4 tall very well endowed and she too was not as slim as she once must have been. It didn’t take long for us to find ourselves exploring each others heated desires.
We started out like most people in heat. We started kissing starting at the neck and worked my way to her ears. Never missing an inch between them. My hands move to her breasts and felt how full and firm they were. To say she missed a beat would be to mislead you for while I was exploring her, she was exploring me. Her hands didn’t take long to find what she came to look for. Not before too long we were both naked in bed. I never enter a whole that my tongue doesn’t first explore and she must have had the same policy for before we could come up for breath we where in the 69 position. This was on Friday night and we spent the first night getting our bottled up lust out of your system. Nothing out of the ordinary just hot passionate lovemaking. We made love about three or four times that night and slept in the next morning.
About noon we went out for lunch and that is when I decided to see how submissive she was. I told her that it was ok to go out to eat but I didn’t want her to ware any under garment. She was to go out bra less and with not panties on. She looked at me like I must have been kidding but I told her that if she wanted to live out her role as to be submissive she would have to do what she was told. She reluctantly did as she was told and wore a skirt just above the knee and her black blouse open slightly bra less. Being now small lady on top you could see just how turned on she was.
It was about 90 F� and very muggy and it didn’t take long for to start to perspire and have her top cling to all her lovely charms. When we got back to the hotel she might of well had nothing on for a blouse because everything could be seen right through the top.
When I got her in the room I just about ripped her top off and proceed to push her to the bed where I lifted her skirt and fucked her without hesitation. She exploded with me entering her and told me how excited she was being lead around like that in public. She told me she wanted to be my slave and do what I told her to do.
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I asked how far she wanted to me to take she submissiveness and she explained as far as I wanted to. I set some ground rules like when ever she wanted me to stop just tell me so and I would. She told me she never wanted me to stop. With that I took out the silk neck ties I had brought from home just for the occasion and proceed to tie her to the bed. When tied I came around to the front of the bed opened her mouth and proceeded to push my thick average size cock down her throat. She didn’t fight it one bit and opened as wide as she could. When she started to gage I pushed harder until I had most of my cock deep in her mouth.
I turned her over and made her lie down with her stomach on a pillow lifting her sweet ass high in the air. I took one of my many ties I brought and gagged with it. My cock still being wet from her mouth I slid it into her drenching wet pussy with no problems. She was so wet and turned on it only took a couple of good strokes to make her come. But because of how wet she was and all the fucking we did the night before she wasn’t very tight. It as at this point I took my tongue (again never go were my tongue doesn’t lead) I licked her upturned ass whole. When I got it wet I placed my thick cock at its entrance and started to push it into it.
She started to moan in pain and I asked if she ever had her ass fucked. She told me she was raped as a teen that way but she didn’t want me to stop. I was going to be the first person she wanted to enter her ass. I didn’t go fast but I did get all 7 in her. She was in pain but told me she was glad I did it. I exploded deep in her bowels.
We fucked the rest of the day and all the next day until checkout time. I went home exhausted and so did she. We continued to talk to this day on the Internet. She left her husband just after we got together. She came up to Columbus to be near me but made the mistake of taking her young kids with her. Her kids called their dad and he came up and dragged her back to KY.
Since then she has left him for good and found another master in Mississippi or Alabama not sure which one. She claims he treats her well but her heart is with me. She knows I will never leave my wife that is why she didn’t come back to Columbus
The End !!!
One last one for tonight - Title : Best Man . Enjoy !!!
One of the men to stand up in our wedding was my husband’s ex-roommate Mark. As the years passed we grew closer. He and his wife Sue were Godparents to our firstborn. We often visited in each other’s homes throughout the years. We would adjourn to the living room and they to the den to discuss our jobs, relationships and life in general.
During one particular visit, as we were gabbing, I mentioned I had told my husband I thought sex would be better if he lost weight (he was five feet ten inches tall and about two hundred sixty pounds). Sue thought on this a bit and said she really couldn’t say. She went on to explain she didn’t find sex fun. She found it not only uncomfortable but painful as well. She engaged in sex because as a dutiful wife it was expected. She would lie on the bed, hands clenched firmly at her sides, as he screwed her trying to block out the pain. She didn’t make a sound, except to winch occasionally. They had no children and probably never would. Now it was my turn to reflect.
That night as my husband and I lay in bed I related Mark’s dilemma to him. He was sympathetic to his plight but didn’t think it was his place to bring it up with Mark and I agreed. Lord knows Sue and I had never gotten along well, this would be a capper. Some weeks passed and Mark’s problem weighed heavy on my mind. Sue had been his first great love and the only girl he had ever been with. He loved her dearly and she was frigid. To top it off Mark believed he was at fault for having such carnal desires.
One evening after my husband and I engaged in intercourse I brought up the weight issue again. It occurred to me that Mark’s problem and mine might be mutually resolvable. If Mark (who was five feet eight inches tall and approximately one hundred and forty pounds) engaged in sex with me, I might realize weight was not such an important issue and Mark would learn he wasn’t a sexual deviant. This appeared to be the perfect solution, if both my husband and he agreed to it. I presented my case to my husband and after some thought he agreed to be a participant, if Mark would.
On our next visit to their place he presented my idea to Mark and they spoke, at great length, about the pros and cons of this proposed course of action. Mark after some thought agreed but Sue must never know. They began to work on a cover story to explain his need to be, a) away from home for the entire night and b) without Sue. Mark explained to Sue that he and my husband would be doing astrological observations the majority of the night at a tented campground in the northern tip of the state, where light pollution was greatly reduced. Being late in the fall of the year it would be a brisk (temperature wise) at best. Sue told him she thought it best she stay home, so he could have a boy’s night out. The stage was set, now all we had to do was wait for the weather to cooperate (a clear night). Several weeks later it did.
He called me that Saturday at work to inform me conditions were ideal for our venture. I explained to him I was working and wouldn’t be home until eleven-thirty in the evening. He said he would arrive about eleven. I called my husband, at work, to let him know Mark would be there when he arrived home. Mark told me he would stop by the liquor store on the way there and pick up a bottle of Asti Spumonte (my favorite) to ease a probably uncomfortable situation. Mark arrived at eleven and had the house all to himself. He proceeded to the master bedroom where he could put his things, took a shower donned his favorite terrycloth robe before emerging from the bedroom ready for action. Mark went into the living room closed the drapes, lit the fireplace, dimmed the lights and put on some appropriate mood music. He seated himself on the coach to await my arrival.
My first thoughts as I walked in the door were; Does he really want to do this, with me? I assured myself he did. I went to the bedroom and changed out of my nurse’s uniform and into a green negligee I had purchased for this occasion. I dabbed the perfume under my breasts and on my inner thighs. I stood before the mirror modeling my ensample and thought it might work better without the panties. As I slid them down my legs I glanced at my shaved and trimmed pubic region, which now formed the shape of a small heart. I rubbed my moist vagina and shuddered, I was ready.
I put on my light blue bathrobe and walked to the living room where Mark waited. I could see Mark was visibly uncomfortable as I walked in the room. Could he think something was amiss? I untied my bathrobe allowing it to slip from my shoulders unveiling my near naked beauty to him. Mark’s eyes widened as his face lit up with a smile. I walked to the couch and sat next to him. He popped the cork on the chilled Asti and filled our glasses (nearly spilling it as his eyes never left my breasts) than handed me one. I tipped my head to him and asked him if he liked the view with a broad smile.
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Mark and I made small talk for a while sipping the bubbly, exchanging glances. I noticed his eyes kept drifting down to my breasts (Sue is � A-cup while I filled C-cup). I glanced down at his crotch and noticed something stirring under his robe and I knew he was becoming aroused by just the sight of me (which I found quite flattering, actually). I took his glass and set it on the tray and turned toward him grasping his hands, placing them on my breasts. He eagerly explored their fullness and wondered at my nipples as they rose to meet his caresses. I placed my hand on his knee and ran it between the folds of his robe and up to grasp his cock.
It began to swell in my embrace and soon surpassed my husband’s in size and still it continued to grow. Mark, made eager by his arousal, was trying to remove my top so that he might touch my naked form. I arose from the couch and led him to the area in of front of the fireplace. I slowly removed my negligee; my skin lit only by the dim light from the flickering fire and was pleased to see the fire in his eyes, as I stood naked before him. I reached for the knotted sash on the front of his robe untying it and running my hands under its folds and up to his shoulders, stepping forward to peel it over his shoulders and down his arms to fall in a heap on the floor behind him.
We embraced our naked bodies meshing against each other. I felt something brush along my leg, as we did so, and stop just above my kneecap. As our embrace ended and I stepped back to admire his form my eyes drank in his physique. Broad shoulders, a flat chiseled chest and stomach and to my astonishment one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. This monster had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches in diameter. My husband had never mentioned this.
No wonder his wife had issues. I looked back at Mark’s face to see his head down turned,
In shame? I reached out one hand to grasp his cock and pull him toward me while my other lifted his head, that I might kiss him again. As our kiss ended I squeezed his cock while whispering in his ear; I love it! This time when our eyes met I saw them sparkle with lustful joy.
I motioned for him to take a seat on the floor and went to retrieve our glasses and returned handing him his drink. As his hand reached out to take it I marveled how like some ancient Greek statue he appeared in the firelight. I sank to the floor next to him as we sipped from our glasses. We again made small talk while our eyes explored each other’s naked form. We finished our drinks and our hands began to retrace the paths our eyes had taken. His touch was firm but gentle as he ran his hands from my neck, down my shoulders along my arms and than my legs, only to return along the inner side of my legs and thighs lightly brushing across my vagina and bush, my stomach and abdomen to finally grasp my breasts.
His head bent forward, to lightly use his tongue to trace the outline of my areolas before his lips sank around my nipple. I gasped; the heat in my belly was becoming unbearable. I could feel the moisture that had formed deep within me oozing out my cervix and along the crack of my ass. I raised his face to mine and kissed him, deeply. Than ran a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. I grasped his cock and licked it; a huge shudder ran through his body. I placed my mouth around this monster and sucked it as deep in my throat as I could and heard him gasp and groan in ecstatic pleasure.
I began to slowly bob my head so that my lips could travel up and down his heavily veined shaft and was rewarded by an even louder groan escaping his lips. I soon felt his hands on either side of my head, not to pull my head further on, but to push it off. I could see he was breathing hard as he pulled my face to his and kissed me. As the kiss ended and our heads parted and I could see his face was red and he had an embarrassed look in his eyes, his head turned downward and he stammered; No one has ever done that to me, I almost� Right at that moment I could not have wanted him more, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him so hard we fell over.
We both laughed. He rolled me on my back and I spread my legs to welcome him. He positioned his body over mine and kissed me again. He than positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my cervix. He rubbed his cock along the length of my vulva from just below my rectum over my cervix to circle my now distended clitoris, I shuddered and groaned. He did this several times before seating the tip of his cock in my love canal. Ever so slowly, he pushed his rock hard cock further into me. Its girth stretched me beyond almost anything I had previously known. Being careful to hide my discomfort I placed my arms around his neck and pulled my face up to his kissing him hungrily.
He stopped when he had about four inches in me and began to withdraw it, only to plunge it back in but only to the point it was before. He repeated this over and over. I looked up at him to see his face intensely concentrating on what he was doing. I puzzled for a moment and than it hit me, my husband had said Mark told him Sue would complain about how he hurt her when he fucked her. He must have learned to restrain himself from using his entire tool.
I grabbed his face and turned it till his eyes met mine, he stopped and began to get off murmuring an apology. I put a serious look on my face, smiled and stated quite firmly Fuck Me! He looked startled; I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him toward me with all my might. He responded with a stronger thrust, again I moaned as felt
six inches drive into me (farther than my husband ever had). He withdrew and I begged; More! His hips surged forward again driving his cock in further than before and he withdrew again to lunge forward driving further. I pleaded with him; I want it all! I looked up to see his face twisted in lustful passion as he drove his cock harder and deeper into my now passion inflamed pussy. Just as I felt the head of his dick press against the back of my uterus I felt pubic hairs mesh against my vulva. I loved every inch of this pussy splitting tool. He paused again and I smiled broadly at him and kissed him deeply.
Now, Fuck Me Hard! I breathlessly ordered. He began to pump his cock in and out of me as hard as he could and to his surprise I bent my legs at the knee and planted my feet flat on the floor and began pushing my pelvis up to meet his. He gasped and worked all that much harder to meet my body’s urgent demands. I felt the muscles in my cervix milking his cock with every stroke; the knot in the pit of my stomach became a fist. A new feeling began to take form deep inside me. We were both gasping for air and sweating like pigs, driven by a passion that neither of us had previously experienced. I noticed that with each successive stroke his ball sac seemed to be shrinking as less and less of it slapped my ass with each piston stroke.
I could feel the head of his cock swelling deep inside my body. Just as I thought my over-taught muscles could take no more, he paused, groaned and exploded inside me triggering an orgasm more powerful than I had known for a long time. My entire body writhed in one orgasmic spasm after another, lights exploded behind my eyes and the world floated away. The next thing I remember his arms were around me and we were on our sides, his now shrinking manhood still buried deep within me. He was brushing the hair back from my sweat-drenched face kissing it with tender passion and saying; Thank you! over and over again.
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For a time we laid there locked in each other’s arms, savoring our fading passions afterglow. Finally, we separated and arose to adjourn to the bedroom. Mark collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. I thought I should check up on my husband before joining Mark. I found my husband sitting on the closed toilet seat in the hallway bathroom, his head buried in his hands. I asked if he was feeling all right and could sense he was in some distress. His arms reached out to me and I stepped forward to his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my hips and drew me forward to rest his head against my stomach.
He lightly kissed my abdomen and asked; How was it? Wonderful! I blurted out. I felt a hand leave my backside and run along the inner side of my leg. I stepped back to see him staring at a glob of semen that covered the fingertips of his hand. Very well, I see he replied. I turned and left him there to ponder its implications. I returned to the bedroom and laid my body next to Mark’s slumbering form. As I drifted off to sleep I realized not only had something been gained but something had been lost as well and drifted off to sleep.
I don’t know how long I rested before I awoke to the touch of Mark’s hand gently stroking my clitoris. My breathing was already raspy and my newly awakened sex drive was leaping at the opportunity to perform with him again. He climbed aboard, this time assured he would get as good as he gave. This time it lasted over an hour changing up positions every ten minutes or so. I found he loved doing it doggy-style, ramming his cock into with such force that I found it difficult to remain upright and had to grab the headboard to steady myself. Before each inward plunge he would slap my ass and grunt: Oh, yeah! We ended this session on our side’s; arms wrapped about each other his cock making small piston strokes, which rubbed my clitoris with every move. We came together and fell asleep in each others arms exhausted from our efforts.
I was next awakened by the dawn’s light shining in my face as it peaked through the window frame. We were still locked in each other’s arms. My inner legs and thighs felt sticky with the previous nights now dried juices. That is when I noticed something odd; the shriveled head of his cock was still lodged in the entrance to my womanhood. I thought of the Kegeling lessons I taught to pregnant women at the OB. clinic and decided to try to flex those muscles. Concentrating I squeezed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a responding thump from his cock. Gingerly at first, I flexed my new found muscles attempting to arise his sleeping giant.
I could feel it swell and grow inside me. With practice I found I could ripple my cervical muscles along the length of his ever-growing cock. I was careful not to move the rest of my body lest I wake him. As his cock grew and spread to fill me I felt my heart racing so hard in my chest I thought it might wake him. I opened my mouth to take shallow gasps of much needed air. My lower back ached as I fought the desire to swivel my hips. Ever so slowly, gently I milked his now blood engorged cock with the muscles lining my cervical canal, manipulating them so that I might feel him empty his load into me one more time. It took almost ninety minutes before he came, blasting his life essence into my yearning womanhood. His eyes fluttered open as he did. He smiled at me and I grinned madly back at him. We kissed, a long, deep, moist exchange of tongues and saliva.
Mark got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run in the tub and knew he was about to shower. I joined him in the shower and asked him to allow me to wash him. He nodded his approval and I took the soap and lathered the washcloth. I began the slow lovingly laborious task of washing ever-square inch of his body. As I finished he took me his arms and we kissed again. I could feel his throbbing cock against my body and as I reached to grasp it he stepped away shaking his head no and got out of the shower to dry himself and dress to leave. I emerged several minutes later to dry myself and stepped in the hallway to see his back receding down it toward the door. Naked I ran after him, catching up and turning him to face me. I embraced him tightly and whispered; Please don’t let it end here? I looked at his face and he kissed me again. I won’t, he replied and left.
I went to bed and lay naked on the still warm, damp, cum stained sheets pulling the covers over me and reveling in his body odor drifting slowly back to sleep.
The End !!!
Good Night To All And Sweet Dreams !!!
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Thanks bro jaipabeh for your wonderful story again , sorry last night the system lagging so didn’t see you post .
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Thanks for the stories and please continue the excellent work.
Thanks bro submarinez for your continuous support .
Will only post 2molo evening cause today whole day will be busy and night will be out drinking . Pai Seh .