I open the door quietly so as not to wake you. By the light of the bathroom, I pull my top over my head and drop it softly to the floor. I reach back and undo my bra and toss it to the floor. I slip off my boots quietly, then slide down my jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor by my bare feet. Then, hooking my thumbs in my thong, I slide it down and step out of it.
I step across the room and, lifting up the edge of the sheet, I slide in beside you and gently mould my body next to yours. I press my firm breasts against your back and curl my legs inside yours, spooning you, matching my breathing to yours. I lay like that, quiet and content, one arm along your side, hand resting on your leg, until I can no longer stand it. The feel of skin on skin, the masculine scent of your body, the quiet stir of your breathing, arouses me.
I press my lips softly to your shoulder as I feel my nipples harden against the skin of your back. I raise my hand and one finger slowly travels the length of your arm, from the shoulder to the wrist, lightly brushing your skin. I stop as I hear you murmur. Not wanting to wake you up just yet, I force myself to lie still again. I listen to your breathing again. I snuggle closer to your back. I press my stomach against your firm bottom. I am so glad you sleep naked.
Then, no longer able to stop, my fingers slide over your hip and gently caress your stomach. I flatten my hand out over your belly button, fingers splaying across your stomach. My fingers catch in the wiry, dark hairs which mat the lower part of your stomach. The goose bumps rising on my skin make me tingle.
My hand slowly slides up over your belly to your nipples, my fingers carefully bring one to attention, gently tweaking it into a stiff bud. My own nipples are hard now, pressing against your back, two stiff peaks on my breasts. I remember how you said you love my breasts, so neat, so smooth, such beautiful nipples.
I remember how your big hands can envelop each one, caressing them so wonderfully, fondling their gentle swell so deliciously until my nipples ache with arousal. I feel the motion of your body change as your breathing pattern changes. I sense that you are beginning to wake. I pause and you settle, then I tease your nipple a little more, making you stir and murmur in your sleep.
You move backwards a little, pressing against my body as it fits snugly against yours. I slide the tips of my fingers gently down your chest and cup your hip in my hand. Stroking softly across your skin, I never let my fingers or hand stop in any one place for long. I caress my way over your hip, down your thigh, back up to your bottom, enjoying the touch of your muscles, the soft down of hair across your legs, and then finally down to the spot that I want.
Cupping your balls gently in my hand, I squeeze them lightly. They are big, hairy, they more than fill my hand, two weighty sacks. I think about them full of cum as I softly fondle them. You stir even more now, your body leaning back against me unconsciously, turning slightly to free your cock which is slowly swelling. I keep fondling your balls, listening to the changing tempo of your breath. Then I reach up and carefully close my hand around your cock.
It is hard, throbbing. It is long and thick, I measure it with my hand, up to the swollen head. Oh God, it is big! You don’t think it is, but it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, ever handled, ever had inside me. Long, thick, smooth, darker skinned than the rest of your body, I think its beautiful to look at. So beautiful I never had any trouble wanting it in my mouth, inside my body. I smile to myself, thinking of the name I give it, ‘Horse’. Says it all really. Slowly, very slowly, I stroke its length with my hand, enjoying the thickness of the shaft, the big purple head, the pulsating inches of its rigid hardness.
You grunt, stir, begin to turn, awake now. I move quickly, sliding up and across your body as you roll onto your back, releasing your cock from my grasp, lying on top of you with it pulsing against my stomach, rigid, hard. You stare at me, still coming round from your sleep, you open your mouth to speak. Before you can say anything I kiss you firmly on the lips. I don’t want you to say anything. With my naked body lying on yours, each nerve cell on fire, I keep kissing you, not letting you speak, my eyes tight closed.
I press down against you, my whole body against yours, mouths locked, breasts against your chest, stomach against your stomach, your swollen cock throbbing between us, legs twined together, my hands holding your head. Your hands reach up, hold my waist, they move across my body, searching, stroking, moving across my back, running your fingers down my spine, across my firm buttocks, cupping them easily in the palms of your big hands, then down to stroke across the backs of my thighs, then back up across my back.
One hand reaches up and entwines in my hair. I open my eyes, look into yours, draw away from your mouth. I wait for you to speak, but you say nothing. Eventually I see a soft smile on your lips and you pull my head down to kiss me again. I lift my head and nibble at your lower lip, then lick every part of your lips, encouraging them to become full and wet. I then slide my tongue deep inside your mouth. Playing tag with your tongue, I make love to your mouth.
The pattern shifts as, with a soft moan, you pull my head closer to your mouth and take over the rhythm by sucking firmly on my tongue. Harder, then softer, then harder again, you make my body weak with desire as our tongues writhe together first in your mouth, then in mine. Your hands rove freely across my body all the time, caressing and stroking me. I give up all pretence of control as your tongue finds it's way inside my mouth, probing, teasing, inserting your tongue in and out of my mouth.
Needing now to feel you inside of me, I move my hips upwards, crouching over you until the head of your big cock lies at the wet, enticing opening of my pussy. I’m so wet the juices are trickling down between my pussy lips and smearing your stomach. I play with you there, sliding my pussy lips across the tip of your cock as it lies across your stomach. Then, as your tongue thrusts itself into my mouth, I reach down between us, grip your cock and slide down onto it, capturing your cock within the entrance to my pussy.
I gasp at the sensation of the pulsating head stretching wide my lips. I still have not got used to the way it stretches me, fills me so deliciously. Then you groan into my mouth as I take the entire length of you deep inside me, lowering my body onto it inch by inch so it slips easily inside. It is wonderful. I can feel my wet pussy filled with its length and thickness, a big throbbing sex, your big throbbing sex, inside my cunt. It is even better than the last time.
A man’s cock inside me, not a teenage boy’s. A big, thick, juicy cock, oh shit, I think, size does sooooo matter! Our mouths match the rhythm of our bodies as the hardness of your tongue and your cock pump in and out, your hands holding me by the hips above you, your hips thrusting upwards slowly. There is no rush in your movements, just a soft, easy rhythm. No rush, no haste. In, holding still for a few seconds, then out, fucking me gently, expertly, then almost all the way out, then a thrust back in. I release your tongue, as I need to feel you deep inside of me all the time.
I press my hands against your chest and sit up, impaling myself upon your thick, hard cock. The entire length of you slides deep inside the warmth of my pussy as I sit down fully on it, my buttocks resting on your thighs. The sensations are wonderful. I can really feel you inside, filling my pussy. Then, raising my hips up, the cold air mixes with our damp skin, sending chills over both of our bodies as I rise and your cock slides almost all the way out of my pussy just once more.
Your hands grab my hips and pull me down, firmly impaling me on your cock again. I sit up straighter, arching my back and cupping my breasts with my hands. You reach up and brush them away, caressing my breasts with your big hands, rotating the nipples in the palms so that they jut stiffly from the two aching mounds. I moan deeply. You gasp, “Which is the best way for you to cum?” I pause, stunned by the question. Me, cum? I’d never cum having sex before.
I hesitate, “I...I’ve...” Somehow you guess. “Just stay like this, close your eyes and rub yourself against me, you know, your clit. Don‘t squeeze me inside you, just focus on your clit.” I blush at the word, but do as you say. Slowly, warily, I rub my swollen bud against the base of your stomach. Nothing. I shift slightly and continue. Nothing still. “It‘s not working!” I gasp, frustrated. “Give it time. Relax. There‘s no hurry.”
No, you are right, there is no hurry. I am making love to a man, not a boy. I move again, settling into place with my clit resting on your pubic bone and suddenly it all comes right. I can feel the tingling in my legs, the gentle itch building around my clit, seeping out through my pussy, my stomach. Your hands hold my waist, then up to caress my breasts again, teasing the nipples with your fingers, sending shivers down to my pussy and up my spine.
I keep going, rocking firmly against you, feeling the tension rise, then I moan softly, “I think I’m cumming.” “Good, keep going, don’t stop.” Your voice is distant, but I know I can’t stop, I just have to cum. And then I am, a deep, intense orgasm rolling through me, leaving me dazed and panting, my legs shivering, my stomach boiling. I fall forward and you hold me close, stroking me gently. It’s amazing. I have actually cum having sex!
After a while you ask if I want to go again, and do I! I sit up and repeat the movements, grinding my clit against you, your hands roving across my body. But this time it is quicker, almost unexpected, one moment rocking against you, your hard cock inside me, then the next moment a seething, rolling orgasm, lighter than the first, but just as wonderful.
I whimper as you suddenly lift me off your cock and turn me over onto all fours. Then you move behind me and press the swollen head of your cock between the lips of my pussy and then ease firmly inside, going deep into my pussy from behind. You grasp my hips firmly and start fucking me, a steady rhythm, in, out, full lengths now, letting me feel every inch of your cock so that I gasp with each thrust.
My hand reaches down to play with my clit, gently teasing the swollen bud so that I shiver at the sensations which ripple out from it. Your balls slap against my bottom’s cheeks as you pound in and out of my hot, wet flesh. Then your hands reach under and close over my breasts, fondling them, teasing the hard nipples so that I gasp even louder. My fingers are dripping with juices from my pussy.
I lower my head and look down, watching with wide eyes as your cock slides so smoothly in and out of my pussy. My head is spinning with sensations, those caused by your cock, those by your hands, those by my own fingers. My thighs are shaking so much. I love the feel of your hands gripping my hips once again as you increase the pace of your thrusts. I arch my back, lifting my head and give a long, deep moan.
This is soooo good! This is the sort of sex I've always wanted. Not some fumbled, hurried fuck with a teenage boy at a party, with no pleasure for me. This was making love with a man who knows where to touch me, how to touch me, how to make me want him, how to use his hands, his mouth, his cock, and especially how to make me cum!
You slow your rhythm for a moment, so I jerk backwards, pumping my bottom into your hips, taking you deep inside me as you fuck me from behind, panting aloud “Fuck me, please, faster!” I can’t believe I say the words, but I so want you inside me, I so want to cum again. The rhythm of my fingers on my clit gets faster. Rubbing and circling my swollen bud, the wetness of my juices soak us both. Your hands squeeze and tease my nipples again. The sounds of our lovemaking fill the room.
Not shouts or screams, like on those films, just the steady slap of your heavy balls against my skin, the wet, squishy sound of your big, thick cock sliding in and out of my pussy, my soft moans of delight mixed with your heavy breathing, and then your voice. "Cum for me, cum with me, now!" My fingers on my clit send fire throughout my body, God I am so close.
Your fingers knead my breasts, then the pressure builds. Your cock pumps in and out as you lean forward, covering me like an animal at his rut, your hips thrusting hard, your long, thick cock pumping my tight, moist, welcoming pussy, and your mouth closing over my shoulder, nipping me lightly. I arch beneath you, head raised, twisting, searching for your mouth. We kiss deeply, then I give a lingering moan and the orgasm engulfs me, fierce, intense, the spasms rolling through me.
As my body quivers and my pussy tightens against your shaft, it sends you into an incredible orgasm. We cum together. You grunt deeply, then thrust, five, six, seven, I lose count at eleven, and at each thrust I feel your cum hitting deep inside me. We fall forward together on the bed, but you roll aside quickly and I whimper softly as your cock slides out of my pussy. But you draw me to you, holding me close, stroking me gently, speaking softly until I fall asleep in your arms. |
