Slippery Bits

After a too-long interlude due to creeping illness, M and I finally got a chance to reconnect this morning. I came back to bed when she woke up and we rolled about and cuddled for a while. As my body heat wrapped around her, she gradually removed layer after layer of shirt until finally she was naked, aside from socks. I laid on my back and M curled against me, one thigh draped over my thigh. After playing coy for a bit, her knee raised slightly, until it was pressed against the underside of my stiffening cock. She moved her knee back and forth very gently while her fingers traced lines in my chest hair.

M came up on all fours and leaned over me, her hair draping down around our faces. We nuzzled into each other’s shoulders and neck, nibbling and kissing, gently, playfully. M leaned forward and I lapped at a nipple that came within reach. She dipped her shoulders and pushed her breast at me, asking for more. I cradled her nipple with my teeth, flicking at it with my tongue and holding snug when M leaned away from me, scraping her nipple in a toe-curling way.

M had already straddled me, and I could feel moisture leaking from her, dampening my cock and thighs and she moved back and forth. Obviously, she was ready and eager for more. She crept backwards until she was kneeling between my knees and bobbed her head down, pulling my jutting cock into her warm, insistent mouth. She sucked eagerly, but I could tell this was just a prelude. And indeed, within seconds she lifted up and moved back to straddle my hips. With a practiced ease, she seized my shaft with one hand and sank her hips down on it, pushing it inside her hungry cunt.

I spread M’s hips wide and settled her far back on my cock, giving her every bit of length I had to offer. I deliberately set a slow, lazy pace, keeping her on the edge of arousal, but denying her the orgasm she was hungry for. I would speed my thrusts, feeding her my cock a little more aggressively until I heard that urgent note in her moans. Then I slowed my pace and enjoyed long, luxurious strokes in and out of her velvet pussy. I pulled my cock back until the head threatened to pop free, and slowly shafted it home again, watching the reaction on her face.

M lifted one knee and planted her foot beside my hip, lifting herself slightly off my hips. I rolled a little to the side to stay perfectly aimed at her, and started arching into the air, fucking up at her drooling pussy with wet slapping strokes. She cried out, “Yes, I’m gonna cum! Yes!” and I decided she had waited long enough. I didn’t pull back this time, but kept a hard steady pace, slapping in and out of her. She came loudly, and the way her pussy sucked and spasmed on my cock pushed me over the edge. I pulled her hips down tight against my arched groin as I fired hot semen into her, pulsing, throbbing. Mmm, every long lazy morning should start this way.

M had an early appointment this morning, so when she opened her nightclothes to the top of her pubes and asked “Can you come lie down with me for a bit?”, I knew it would be brief.

I crawled under the blanket with her and we spooned just long enough to get warm. M rolled to face me and I inched towards the foot of the bed, stopping when my mouth was within easy reach of her breast and my hand of her groin. I gave her nipple a friendly lick, and then held it captive between my lips and teeth while I lashed it side to side with my tongue. I could see the faint baby hair on her arms stand up and she held her breath in response. I slipped my hand between her thighs, and she lifted one leg to give me space. I started stroking across her lips and clit hood, and she started breathing again, short, fast panting. I petted and sucked until her lips parted and I could feel faint traces of moisture leaking from her pussy. I sat upright and told her, “Lie on your back, with your head in the corner of the bed.” This gave me just enough room to lie on my belly before her, my mouth between her thighs. I gave her a few general explorative laps, like a puppy cleaning up food dropped in the floor, tongue splayed flat and molding to the surface, lapping all the way from top to bottom. When that spread her lips open, I moved up towards her clit, flickering my tongue back and forth, tiny little rasps that she couldn’t escape. She cupped my scalp with her palms and waggled her hips, trying to get more, and I obliged. I licked hard and fast at her open hood and engorged clit, and she rewarded me with a long shuddering orgasm.

When she stopped trembling, I sat up on my knees, preparing for another position. Before I could react, she spun sideways and pushed her mouth on my cock. I stayed in that position, put a hand on the back of her head and started gently fucking her warm, tight mouth. Her eyes cut sideways to look up at me, and she smiled around my cock as her head pushed back and forth, making me even stiffer. I only got a precious few seconds of this sight before she pulled away with a noisy sucking noise and reclined in front of me.

“Roll onto your side,” I directed her, and she grinned as she moved, anticipating one of her favorite positions. She laid on her side, with her bottom leg straight and her top leg curled. I stood on my knees, straddling her bottom leg and holding her top leg up with my arm. She reached down and grabbed my cock, and guided me into her. Something about this position seems to push all of M’s buttons. She hugged a pillow to her chest, and started crying out as I rocked in and out of her. My cock got a little deeper from this angle, her g-spot got rubbed hard by the ridge of my cock head scraping past it, her clit got teased as her lips were pushed in and out by my shaft, and all she could do was lie there and take it, muffling her screams with a pillow. I didn’t even know when or if she had a specific orgasm in this pose. She just cried and moaned without stopping while I pushed as hard, as fast and as deep as I knew how. Her bottom leg twitched and convulsed between my thighs as I hammered relentlessly. I didn’t try to delay the inevitable, but galloped towards my own orgasm with unfettered glee. When the moment came, I sank all the way in and held her steady while I shot and throbbed against the back of her wet cunt. I held that pose until my breathing slowed and her cries settled, and then I pulled my cock back as it make a wet shlurping noise popping free. She sighed heavily and said “Thank you!” before she got up and headed to the bathroom.

I was hurrying from one chore to another when M came upstairs and asked, “Can you help me for a minute?” I said “Sure.” in a distracted fashion and followed her down the hallway to the back room. When I got there, she had already removed her pants and was laying face down across the table, one knee cocked to the side, making her crotch open and available. Even as I reached for her, I was making excuses, “This will have to be a brief appetizer. I’m supposed to be working.”

I put one hand between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the table, and the other hand slipped between her thighs and reached under to manipulate her clit. I love this position for rubbing a pussy; my fingers can reach the clit, my palm rubs against the lips and my thumb is free to squirm inside if I choose. M purred and spread her thighs a little wider, her pussy blossoming with warmth and moisture. I held my fingers together and rubbed her clit up and down the trough formed between my middle and ring fingers. She squirmed and twisted under my hands and thrashed her way to an orgasm rather quickly. I held still for a couple of seconds, holding pressure against her clit and mound the way she likes. Then I pulled my hand back, as if I was going to let her go, and instead slapped/spanked her spread pussy with my fingers, just hard enough to bring a little more warmth and blood to the area. M’s hips bucked and I started rubbing again, even more intensely.

I think M also likes being taken from behind. For her, there’s something extra naughty, extra dirty about being taken from behind like some rutting animal. And we all know, sex is even better when it’s wrong or forbidden. For such a strong-willed girl, there’s also a part of M that enjoys being dominated and having no control over how she is being used. Pinned to the table like this, hands gripping the table, M twisted side to side to get away from a hand that wrenched orgasms from her against her will. I finally relented, pulling my hands back and listening to her pant. She managed to get out, “You have to fuck me now.”

I teased her a little. “I don’t think we have time. I’d have to get undressed, and then cleaned up and dressed again later, and we’re late as it is…”

She wasn’t hearing of it. “No, right here. Just drop your pants.”

“Okay, I’ll give you a brief taste, but we don’t have enough time for fucking.”

M pressed up from the table and stood on shaky legs. I unfastened my pants and pushed them down to my knees and laid back on the table, feeling the warmth from where M’s body was splayed. She wasted no time in engulfing my cock, slurping up and down my shaft. “Tighten up”, I ordered, and she pressed her lips and tongue more firmly, working my cock up and down, making me groan in appreciation. It’s hard for me to maintain any pretense of will power once M is sucking me, and I suddenly knew she was right, that she was going to get fucked after all.

Once she had me ramrod stiff and gasping, she pulled away from my cock. I stood up and pushed the table back, clearing some space. “Move to the window and put your hands on the sill.” “Oh, right here?”, she asked. Like this wasn’t what she had in mind all along. She folded her elbows and rested her forearms on the windowsill, turning her head so her cheek rested on her arms. I grabbed her hipbone with one hand, pulling her back to me, and with the other, aimed my cock towards her pussy. Despite how wet we were, it took a little work to find the right angle of attack, and then her cunt clamped down on just the head of my cock and didn’t want to open for more. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her ass back to me a little, pressing home the point. I battered my way in, a half inch at a time, M gasping with each effort. She pushed away from the window sill and put her palms on the floor, folded in half. This opened her cunt even more and my cock sank the rest of the way in.

“Bring your legs together a little. Lift that ass.”, I grunted, and she complied. I found the angle I wanted and started stroking in and out of her, knocking insistently at her g-spot. M started wailing and crying out, “So good! Oh yes, so good!” When she’s like this, over stimulated and her g-spot under assault by a throbbing cock head, it’s hard to tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins. She reacheed a hand between her legs and stroked my balls with her fingers. She cried and moaned and pushed back against her unseen assailant, lost to any rational thought. I had my hands full, literally, holding on to her hips, keeping her from falling over, watching her hair toss side to side, feeling my balls swing and slap against her clit with each thrust. At this stage, it was less like stroking and more like slamming, our bodies slapping wetly. If I’m wasn’t paying attention, M’s head would begin tapping rhythmically against the wall or the window pane and I had to pull her back a bit while continuing to fuck her senseless. Finally, my balls tightened and I sank in as deeply as I could, spewing hot cum against her cervix. M gasped and we held still, feeling the pulsing and throbbing, listening to our ragged breathing. I finally leaned back, my cock slipping free, and M reached a hand back to catch the falling threads of cum from where we were joined together. I held tight to her hips, and helped her stand. “That’ll do for now”, she said with a smile, and left the room.

It was still dark outside when M curled against me in bed. She laid on her side and flexed her hip to put one thigh over my legs. With her free hand, she idly brushed across my chest, belly and upper thighs. She brushed down my pubes and against the root of my cock, but held back from doing more. At this point, I lost any confusion about how awake she was or what her intentions were.

I rolled on my side to face her, and slid down just a bit. In the dark, cradled against her chest, I found her nipple already stiff and gently sucked it into my mouth. My hand roamed over her hip, slipped behind her ass and start petting her pussy from behind. She moaned and pressed a little closer, giving my arm a little extra room to work. While I licked and sucked at her nipple, my fingers stroked high on the hood of her clit, arousing her, teasing her, but remote enough that it denied her any release. She flexed and twisted and then whined, “Please…”

I pulled back from her breast enough to ask, “Please what?”

“Please make me cum! Let me cum…”

Who could resist a request like that? Well, I could, at least for a little while. I continued stroking high on her clit, sucking harder on her nipples when I felt like she needed an extra push to keep her on edge. Her hips rolled hungrily, trying to get more direct pressure just where she wanted it, and I kept pulling back just out of range. When I could feel the spreading warmth and dampness of her pussy even from so high on her clit, I decided she was about ripe for the picking. My fingers dipped lower, dragged through her lips and spread her arousal around her lips and up on her clit. She made a little mewing sound, and I finally gave her clit enough direct attention to make her cry aloud. I stroked hard and firm while her hips bucked against my hand, holding pressure until her orgasm subsided.

“Cock! Now!”, she commanded. I rolled onto my back and she lifted up and immediately started sucking my cock. “You’re plenty wet enough already, you know”, I reminded her. She pulled back and said with a smile, “I don’t suck your cock to make it wet. I do it to hear that sound you make in the back of your throat when your cock enters something warm, wet and tight.” At least, I think that’s what she said. She resumed sucking with renewed vigor, and I was more than a little distracted.

She finally lifted her head and wiped the edge of her mouth with the back of her hand. I moved to the center of the bed, and she climbed over me, mounted me. She was as wet as I thought, and my cock sank home with no fumbling. She held still for a moment, adjusting to the girth of it, and I opened her thighs a little wider, and pushed her back on my hips, sinking her down to the very root of my cock. She sighed with contentment and then started fucking me in earnest, pumping up and down on my cock. Her cunt made a wet, sucking noise as it lifted high to the head of my prick, then pushed down hard, sheathing me all the way to the base. She sat nearly upright, with her hands braced against my chest for support. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, just for the pleasure of hearing her gasp and feeling her pace quicken.

“Lift off and suck me again. I want you to taste your own pussy on my cock.” She obliged in an instant, hopping off and swallowing my cock deeply. She made eye contact with me, and when she lifted, she grinned and said “Like this?” before sucking me again. Her head bobbed on my shaft several times before she rose up, grabbed the base of my cock with her hand and sat on it again.

I leaned her back and moved my hand to the wet juncture of our crotches, stroking her clit for several seconds. She loves having her clit strummed while she’s full of hot cock, and sure enough, she came quickly, her cunt spasming around my swollen prick. She resisted thrusting against me as long as she could, trying to hold still while her clit was played like an instrument, but eventually she broke and fell forward to fuck hard, like an animal. I grabbed her hips and enjoyed the ride, thrusting up to meet her, pistoning into her. She came loudly, wetly, and I followed suit several strokes after. She laid on my chest and gasped for several seconds before falling to her side. I pulled her into a tight cuddle and we fell back asleep with little effort, spent and deeply relaxed.

There are times for me when sex is less about caring, nurturing, love making, and is more aggressive, enthusiastic, pushing the limits.

I asked M, “After lunch, do you wanna…?” and got an immediate “Yes!” Several minutes later she showed up, completely naked, took me by the hand and brought me downstairs. We threw a blanket on the bed and climbed in. I scratched her back for a bit, finding those elusive spots she wants scratched and giving them all due attention. (This is what ya call “foreshadowing”.)

When she had had her fill, she propped herself up on her arms and leaned over me. I gave up any pretense of subtlety and pulled her nipple into my mouth while my hand snaked around her ass and started playing with her pussy. She gasped, but held the pose and took what I could give her. I pulled and suckled at her nipple and stroked her clit and lips, and in no time she was pushing her ass back against my hand. I obliged by slipping my thumb into her hungry pussy, sliding it back and forth, bumping against the ridges of her g-spot. She arched her back and cried out, pushing backwards to hold my hand still. Of course, I didn’t, but pressed on, pushing her limits, taking her out of her head and setting her focus, what there was of it, solely in her body, in her flesh.

M definitely has different vaginal and and clitoral orgasms, and when she has been over stimulated by one, I can move to the other and continue raising her arousal without crossing over into distracting pain. So when she clamped her thighs tight around my hand, I rolled her onto her back and opened her thighs so that I could suck her off. I started a steady flicker at her clit and she cried out in pleasure at the intensity of it all. Her hips rocked and bucked against my face, and I kept the pace until she started speaking in tongues, which was my cue to suck her lips and clit into my mouth, holding pressure while she buried her head half under pillows and convulsed.

I gave her only the briefest of respites between orgasms, biting her inner thighs and digging my fingers into her ass while I waited for a second of clarity to return to her eyes before I hungrily started lapping and sucking at her again, sending her spinning into another climax. When she finally clamped her thighs against my head and said, ‘No more, I can’t take it”, I pulled back and rolled her over onto her belly. She was flat on her belly, face down and legs straight, in a defensive posture. I knelt beside her side and rudely shoved my hand between her thighs. She gasped as I slid my thumb into her drooling cunt, and again started violating her, repeatedly bumping and grinding against her g-spot. She rolled from side to side, trying to escape the onslaught, trapping my wrist with her thighs, but I still had enough play to ravage her. She came in waves, rolling one from another, crying in a foreign tongue. She rolled onto her side, nearly in a fetal position, but that only opened her ass up more, and I sawed back and forth aggressively, making her crazy from the unrelenting stimulation.

She finally twisted further away, and I had to pull my hand free. Her breath came in ragged heaves, and when she could speak, she said “Please! Give me your cock now!”

“I’m not ready yet. I want to taste you one more time, taste that musk that is coming now.” I laid on my back and insisted she mount my chin. She swung her knee past my face and settled down. I plunged my tongue in deep, hungry for that pungent flow. I sucked from deep within her for a bit, and then lapped at her clit, listening to her palms slap the wall above the bed. I alternated several times, bringing her to orgasm by sucking her clit, then sinking my tongue as far into her as I could reach, tasting her arousal, drinking it in.

She eventually collapsed, falling on her side and rolling off my shoulders and face. I grinned and said, “I think you’re about ready now”. I laid on my back and she immediately climbed over my hips, over-hungry for my cock. There was no aiming or adjusting this time. I was ram-rod stiff, her lips were drenched and distended, and my cock immediately sank into her. She sat above me, rocking and pumping while I met her thrusts from below. Her orgasm shook her deeply, causing her to clench her eyes tight and shudder. When she opened her eyes, she leaned far back and arched her back, finding that angle where the fat head of my cock bumped and prodded against her g-spot.

I held her thighs tightly, and pistoned in and out of her, feeling her cum roll down my balls, listening to her cry out in relief and orgasm. Her cunt spasmed and gripped my cock, urging me until I met her cries with my own, sinking my cock as deeply as I could and cumming deeply, hotly.

She fell forward onto my chest and lay still for several seconds. “I’m going to feel that all afternoon” she said through a smile.

After waking up far too early this morning, I got invited back to bed once M came upstairs. We slid between the sheets and cuddled for a bit while the cat scaled the hills and valleys of our bodies. We spooned with me cradling her from behind, mainly talking and getting comfortable with each other, warming up a bit. Then M rolled to face me, her breasts pressed tight against my chest and my stiff prick jutting awkwardly in between us.

M inched towards the headboard a little, bringing her neck into range, and I obliged by kissing and sucking just a bit, right below her ears. She purred and twisted in response, pressing even closer against me and rubbing her loins against my thigh. She was characteristically impatient, and took only a modest amount of nibbling before she rolled me onto my back and mounted me.

She positioned her hips so that the head of my cock bumped right against her clit, and then rested in that position, enjoying the rubbing and the length of my hot shaft against the lips of her cunt. She leaned forward enough to bring her breast to my mouth, and I sucked gently, drawing her nipple between my lips. I held her nipple gently with my teeth and lashed across it with my tongue. Her entire body responded; her nipple tightened, her breath grew ragged and her hips shuffled forward and back, rutting against my cock.

Soon her resolve broke and she moved forward just enough to catch the head of my cock between her damp pussy lips, and then started pushing down. I reached behind her hips and pulled her cheeks open, which parted her lips as well. With a curve of my spine, I pushed up and in. There was just enough friction that it took some gentle nudging to get fully buried, working in a quarter inch at a time, and then pulling back to spread pussy juices. The anticipation was wonderful, feeding her just a bit at a time, feeling her gasp and stretch to accommodate the fullness. Once our pubic bones pressed snug against each other, I started a slow patient stroke. M is impatient and always wants everything right now, but I know her well enough to know her strongest orgasms come when I draw things out a bit and make her wait, make her want and crave the release. She squirmed and rocked against me, rushing towards the coming release.

It finally hit her, in a long, drawn-out moan, and she sagged onto my chest. I kissed her neck and scratched across her ass cheeks until she sat back up. Then I pushed her further backwards until her palms were on my shins, leaned far back while I pushed up into her, getting closer to my own orgasm. She drew one leg up and planted her foot onto the mattress, raising her pelvis and inviting me to arch even higher, thrusting into her with a wet, slapping noise. I held onto her hips with both hands and bucked and thrust until I spasmed hot and damp inside her.

She laid down in front of me and I spooned against her again, just as we started, only a bit warmer and a little out of breath.

There had been some fighting a few days past, and then some walking on eggshells while hurt feelings were mended and rushing hormones drained. The prior day there had been some fondling and frottage, but nothing further.

With an hour to go before work, I asked M if she cared to spend some time with me downstairs. She smiled big and said yes and trotted down the stairs before me. I got undressed and slid into the still-unmade bed and spent a few seconds petting the cat, waiting. M soon joined me and disturbed the cat. I said, “If I can’t pet the cat, I think you should pet me.”

I laid back, in the very middle of the bed. M got onto all fours and leaned over me, her hair dangling over my neck and chest. She kissed me firmly, and then nuzzled into my neck. My hands roamed freely over her body, getting reacquainted, warming her flesh. She presented her neck to me, and I kissed and bit right on one of her happy spots. The skin on her flanks immediately prickled with bumps and she leaned in tight against me. She scooted forward and lowered one dangling nipple into my mouth, and then the other. I suckled firmly, and when she pulled back to switch sides, I held on just a little long, softly scraping her nipples to attention.

She shifted downwards along my body, sliding her palms under my hips and cupping the cheeks of my ass. Her hands kneaded and pawed at me while her buried her nose into my groin into the edge of my pubes and breathed deeply and brushed her head against me like a needy cat. She nudged and nestled like that for some time, while scraping her nails across my cheeks. She finally pulled back, and enveloped my stiff cock into her warm mouth, swallowing me down in one fluid motion. My hands tangled into her head, stroking and urging her and she sucked me deeply, her tongue sliding and stroking the underside of my cock. My hips moved of their own accord as I tightened and writhed in response to her mouth above and her hands below.

She brought her hips sideways to me, so that I could reach her pussy while she continued to suck me. I wasted no time, stroking her clit and spreading her lips. Her jaw tightened and she quickened her pace as I pushed her into a fast orgasm. While her clit was still throbbing and tender from the first assault, I slid my middle finger into her hungry cunt and felt her tighten around me. I slipped back and forth quickly, my finger jacking into her while my palm slapped against her clit with each stroke. She pulled her mouth low on the base of my cock and held there while she rode out another pulsing, heaving moan.

When her head cleared just a bit, she pulled back from my cock and I asked to lick her pussy. She climbed over me, one thigh on each side of my head. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and lapped greedily at her spread lips, ending each stroke at her cunt. She cried and twisted, her palm slapping the wall at the head of the bed. She took it until her will power broke, and the she lifted off my mouth and brought her hips to mine.

She planted herself at an angle, one side supported by her knee and the other side supported by her foot and bent leg. I leaned my hips sideways to meet her, and jerked upwards with my groin. I love this position; her body weight is almost entirely off me so I can move and thrust freely and fast. My balls and pubic mound made a slapping noise as I arched upwards and pumped into her. M tossed her head and shoulders side to side, crying out. I gave her especially long strokes, pulling far back so that i could slap into her cunt with all the more force and passions. She arched her back and cried out again, and I pulsed inside her, wetly, hotly.

I was so ready to curl against her and nap afterwards, but work made other demands.

We were supposed to be in a rush to get on the road, but there are some things you should never be in too much of a hurry for. M walked up to me and said, “Notice I still haven’t gotten dressed this morning? I was hoping you might want to take advantage of that.” I told her I would grab a very fast shower and join her, all squeaky clean and warm on the bed. A quick wash and rinse and there I was.

With such an explicit request pending, I wasted no time taking action. I curled up behind M on the bed and pressed my hips against her luscious ass. One arm snaked under her and started playing with her breast, gently rolling her nipple between my index and ring finger, and occasionally pulling away form her chest, stroking her nipple erect. The other hand brushed her hip and briefly combed through her pubic hair. At the same time, I kissed and pulled at her earlobe, then kissed and suckled my way down her neck.

As impatient as ever, she only took a little of this treatment before she rolled over on her back and presented spread legs for me. I slid my hands between her thighs and found her moist already. I wondered what she had been reading on the computer before she approached me. Whatever it was, I was more than happy to take advantage of the effect it had had on her. I lightly waggled my middle finger, flicking across her swollen clit, and her hips bucked in response. I gave her the first fast orgasm she craved, and then dipped my fingers lower and spread her fluids around, painting her pussy lips and folds. I slid a finger into her waiting pussy and gave her a very few teasing strokes before pulling out and fingering her clit again, making her pant and cry out in orgasm.

She accepted only a bit of this before purring “I want your cock too much to wait”. She rolled to her knees and straddled me. She reached down with one hand to grab my cock and nestle it between her drooling lips. With a satisfied grunt, she impaled herself on my prick and waggled her hips until our pubic bones bumped together. I cupped her breasts and taunted her nipples, which made her groan and bounce just a little on my cock. She leaned forward and lifted her hips just a little, giving me room to flex my thighs and start pumping into her from below. M claims she never liked being on top before she met me, and I certainly do everything I can to keep her happy with the position. I thrusted up and into her eagerly, hungrily, pistoning with long strokes, pulling the thick mushroom head of my cock almost all the way out before pushing it home again.

M rocked to an orgasm from the shafting, and her extra twiching, shaking and clutching set me off easily. I tightened and tensed into a long spasm, my cock blossoming briefly in the heat of her cunt before the inevitable wilting and withering. She laid down fully on me and kissed my lips and my neck, said “Thank you.” before bounding off to the bathroom for a warm washcloth.

Just before I was due to settle in for an afternoon of work, M came upstairs. With a glint in her eye she asked, “I was wondering if you might want to come downstairs for a few. Maybe lie down with me on the bed?” I didn’t need to be asked twice. I gallumped down the stairs, shucked my clothes and climbed under the throw blanket. M followed suit and scooted close to me, face to face. “Brrr, it’s cold. Warm me up.”

We spent several minutes kissing and stroking each other’s back and hips. I’m very fixated on kissing lately. I moved smoothly from deep kissing with my tongue swirling against hers, to gently sucking on her lower lip and lightly holding it with my teeth. She would pull back slightly and let me be the aggressor, and then she would push forward and swarm me with her lips and tongue.

Eager for more, M shuffled towards the head of the bed a bit, bringing her breast to my face. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and I could feel her body tense in response. It’s as if her nipple were wired directly to her clit, as I start licking and sucking, her hips press forward looking for some attention. I delicately held her nipple between my teeth and wagged my tongue side to side, brushing across her nipple. She responded with a sharp intake of breath, and placed one of her legs over my thigh. With a free hand, she grabbed my wrist and pulled it towards her groin.

When I started stroking her pussy, that combined with my attention to her nipple made her go rigid with pleasure. Her pussy lips parted gradually and she was already becoming slick with excitement. When she was fully spread and painted wet with her own flow, I stroked her clit to make her whimper. When I could feel that she was building to an orgasm, I pulled my hand back and gave her a playful but firm spank on her clit and open lips with my flat fingers. She gave a little cry of surprise, and I resumed stroking her for just a couple of seconds, before spanking her pussy again. I muttered filth to her while I continued this alternating pattern. “Do you like this? Do you like having your pussy spanked? I can feel your pussy heating up and your lips swelling. Do you like this? Do you want more?” She finally broke and whimpered to me “Yes, please. Just make me cum, please make me cum. I’ll ride you so good if you’ll just make me cum.”

I relented and stroked the shaft of her clit just the way she likes, and watched her face as the wave of pleasure crested and broke over her. She leaned into it and floated in pleasure for several long seconds before her eyes opened.

She pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. Without any hands or guidance, my cock burrowed right between her wet lips and with a push of my hips I started pushing into her hot cunt. I was enjoying being a little rough with her, and so I pushed aggressively, bullying past her lips without waiting for my cock to get wet with her cum. I liked the thought of leaving her a little sore and swollen afterwards, so she’d remember it during the remainder of the afternoon. I pushed and pushed, until her cunt had drooled down the shaft of my cock and everything slid fast and freely. I curled my hands around the top of her pelvis and pulled her a little lower on my cock, while my hips twitched and thrust up, fucking into her from below. She leaned forward just enough to give me room to work and I pumped relentlessly. She experimented with shifting her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone, and sitting upright and rising and falling on the shaft of my cock. Her nipples with painfully stiff and her breasts bounced and swayed as she rode up and down the shaft. I continued to forgo any finesse and just gave her a solid intense fucking, pounding into her and holding her hips tight. She came hard and pushed against me a little deeper, which was just enough to send me over the edge as well. She held that lovely angle and depth just right as my cock pulsed and spasmed inside her. She shone with a self-satisfied smile and kissed me on the forehead. “Okay, I’m done with you now.”

I adore sex in the afternoon. That’s the time both M and I are likely to be bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, playful and energetic. I walked up to M as she puttered in the kitchen, and without preamble, turned her to face me and slid my hand down the front of her pants. She inhaled deeply, and widened her stance just enough to accomodate me. I stroked and fingered her enthusiascally, supporting her a little with my other hand when her knees began to buckle. “Another” she said, and I complied, roughly rubbing beside her clit and making her cry out.

While her eyes were still screwed tight, I pulled my hand out and turned her to face the french doors the face the deck, and the yard below. I lifted her hands, positioning them on either side of the door frame. I tugged her pants to her ankles and bent her until her cheek pressed against the glass. Reaching between her legs, I resumed fingering her. She came to a full boil in no time, crying out “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I let her catch her breath, and she lifted her head and stepped out of her pants. “What do you want to do next?”, she asked with a smile.

We went downstairs, and flitted from position to position, tasting everything. First I laided her on the bed with her head hanging off the side, and fed her my cock. As she sarted sucking, I leaned forward, lifted her leg under my arm and arched into a sort of 69. I lapped at her pussy and felt her gasp around my cock as she responded to my attention.

She eventually pushed me away and asked to slide into a 69 with me on the bottom. She leaned back into a kneeling position and I slid my head right between her thighs, under her pussy. She folded over and sucked my cock deep as I resumed licking her. I quickly brought her to two more orgasms and she sucked up and down the shaft of my cock. When I got her right at orgasm, she lifted her head and rested her cheek on my thigh so she could breath, cum and cry out.

She rolled sideways off me, and I laid on my back and said I wasn’t done yet. So she straddled my face again, facing my head this time. She was spread wide and dripping wet, and I lapped straight up the middle of her cunt, ending at her clit with each stroke and making her moan each time. Two more fast, hard orgasms, and she surrendered again. As she rose she said, “I want to fuck standing this time.”

I moved her towards the window, lifted the blinds, and put her palms on the window sill. I stepped behind her and used my hand to guide my cock into her pussy. M adores this position, as the angle is just right for my cock head to batter her G-spot. She started praying to gods she doesn’t even believe in as I pushed deep and started up a steady pace. Her elbows rattled against the window pane as I pushed into her from behind, until she braced herslf better and started pushing back against me. Her moaning came in a contant flow now, and I wasn’t sure where one orgasm trailed off and the next began. She stopped even trying to look out the window, and lowered her head and shoulders even further and leaned back against me, sagging into my stiff cock.

I stroked into her several more times, and then pulsed into a deep orgasm just as something extra opens in her pussy and she sank even deeper onto me, if that was possible. I braced my hand against the window frame and let my head clear before I stepped backwards and slipped my cock out of her.