Slippery Bits

M arose around the usual time and asked to be attended to by her favorite pubic barber. My results aren’t as thorough or as bare as a waxer produces. But I’m not striving for aesthetics; I just want the hair out of the way so I can more easily play with the tender pink flesh. For instance…

After the trimming, M took her morning shower, rinsing away any stray hair clippings in the process. Afterwards, she came upstairs for an inspection. She sat in a hard wooden chair, slouched back with her thighs spread wide. I knelt on the floor in front of her and slowly brought my face to her pussy. I toyed with her outer lips, giving long, leisurely laps up each side, waggling my tongue side to side to probe each fold. Then I pointed my tongue and dragged up the very center, parting her lips and opening the furrow. I painted the upper part of her pussy with my tongue, spreading the welling moisture and gently nudging her clit hood. My strokes grew slightly more insistent, and she opened even further, luring me in.

I sucked at her wet cunt, inhaling a bit of flesh between my lips, then sucking at it, lightly scraping with my teeth and lashing with my tongue. As her lips swelled with arousal, I sucked them one at a time into my mouth and tugged and pulled. M gave a little grunt of impatience, ready for the teasing to end, ready for me to deliver the goods. A nice thing about being with a partner for a long time is knowing just what buttons to push and when. I started a fast, hard licking from bottom to top, scraping right over her clit hood and brushing her emerging clit. her breath caught in her throat as I maintained that pace until the long steady groan started. As her cry grew in urgency, I could feel her thigh muscles tighten and strain, and all at once I was overwhelmed with the dark, rich scent of her pussy. I lapped and lapped until she cried sharply. As she was cumming, I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed it tightly, drawing out her shudders. As soon as her thighs went slack, I released her clit and plunged my tongue as deeply as I could into her waiting hole, tasting that rich heady flow, then pulling back and sucking her lips again, trying to gather every drop.

M opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Come downstairs with me?” I didn’t need to be convinced. We trotted to the bedroom and I shed my clothes to match her naked state. She pushed me onto my back and said “I really need to suck you.” She got on all fours at my hip and her tight lips engulfed my cock in a rush. As my head started spinning, I reached out a hand and started petting her pussy, slippery wet now. As I stroked and fondled her drooling cunt, I encouraged her. “Oh, that’s it, nice! You’re a fast and enthusiastic cock sucker, aren’t you?” her head continued to bob up and down, which I was willing to take as a nod of assent. “Ooooh, that’s so nice.” I fingered her clit more intently, partly trying to reward and encourage her, but also playing a game to see if I could get her off enough that she lost focus on sucking me. I’ve had a lot of practice at this game, and she likes letting me win. After several seconds, she pulled her head off my cock with a wet sucking noise and cried out as I teased another orgasm out of her warm wet twat.

“Are you ready to be fucked now? How do you want it?” I asked. “I want you on top,” she said, “missionary. I want to save fucking from behind for when we’re in some changing room or somewhere out in public.” My cock throbbed just a little harder at the mere thought of it, and I scrambled to accommodate her. She laid on her back, legs thrown wide apart. I moved into position and instructed her, “Grab it and guide it in.” She nudged my fat head just barely between her lips and I pressed home. She cried out, “So much! Oh gaud…” and I pushed in roughly. I like battering my way into her pussy. I’m careful not to be too rough, and if it leaves her mildly sore later in the day, I know she’ll smile every time she thinks about it. I pinned her legs and pushed in and out, wiggling a little deeper with each thrust. Her eyes opened wider as I sank in and started fucking hard and deeper. My hips rocked back and forth, hard enough that M held her breasts to keep them from shaking too much. I paused and pulled back from her wet cunt slightly. “Reach down and spread your lips wide for me.” “Are you not deep enough already? I can taste you in my throat,” she grinned as she complied. “It’s not for the depth,” I said, and settled close to her again, so that my public bone rode against her clit as I started rocking back and forth. Her eyes rolled back and she started moaning anew, and before I knew it she was crashing into another rolling orgasm, her hips bucking and thrashing under me. I pulled back and let her catch her breath. With my cock still in her, I sat back on my heels and started brushing her clit with my thumb. her hips convulsed in response, nearly pulling free of my cock. I leaned forward more and gave her short, stabbing thrusts while I continued to stroke her clit, wrenching another set of ragged cries from her. Watching her convulse and cry finally pushed me over the edge, and I could feel the warm tingle start at the base of my scrotum, tighten my balls, and surge forth as I drove deep one last time, exploding hot and wet inside her. M’s cunt grabbed and pulled, milking me and holding me tight as I throbbed in release. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me tight, unwilling to let me go until my cock finally dwindled and slid free, leaving a snail trail behind it.

She arrived late at night, just a little before midnight. I was already asleep in bed when I heard her footsteps upstairs, and then suddenly she was sliding into bed next to me, undressed and warm. “Lie on your back” she told me, and I did. She fit herself against me, one leg thrown over my thighs, an arm draped across my chest. She kissed and nuzzled at my shoulder, and I put my arm against her back and pulled her in even closer. She pushed and pressed for several minutes, enjoying the position, but hungry for more touch, more contact. She clambered over me until she was straddling my hips, and then laid full upon me, her breasts pushed into my chest, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her face nuzzled into my neck. I kissed against her exposed neck, wet and hard kisses, and she purred in response, and ground her chest from side to side, dragging her nipples against the texture of my chest hair.

“Bring your pretty pussy to me” I growled. She smiled in the dark and sat upright and scooted along my torso, bringing her pussy to my face. I was surprised by how furry she had become; it had been so long since she had been able to make a waxing appointment. The tight little curls flooded my nose with her odor, the raw musk of her cunt, and I started licking desperately, parting the mossy pubes to find her lips within. I found her wet slit and started lapping hungrily. Her thighs tightened against my head and I heard her hands hit against the wall at the head of the bed. I was dizzy with sleep and lust, and had no finesse in me. I lapped greedily, plowing the furrow between her lips and then waggling my tongue against her clit, over and over until I heard her cry out and hammer the wall with her fists as an orgasm surged through her. I couldn’t quite suck at her clit like I usually do, so I settled for licking even more feverishly, relentlessly prolonging her orgasm, or driving her into another one, who could tell.

When she couldn’t take more, she pushed back down my torso, leaving a dewy trail down my chest as she went. She placed one foot beside my thigh to raise her hips slightly and reached between her legs to aim my cock. I pushed up and in and she took my cock with a welcoming sigh. I rolled on my hips slightly to better reach her, and then started thrusting wildly, holding her thighs open and struggling to get deeper with each stroke. My cock surged, thick and heavy, and I felt her thighs tremble and quiver under my palm as I thrust over and over. Suddenly I had all the energy in the world, and as she came loudly and wet, I continued pounding, shafting her just as hard, as thoroughly, while she was shaking and crying in release. Listening to her cry just made me harder and more determined, and I reamed her rudely while she twitched and spasmed on my cock, giving her no time to relax or recover. finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I thrust up and grabbed her hips and pulled down, settling as deeply as I could before shooting into her squeezing, grasping cunt. We laid still, feeling every waning pulse and throb, and the stillness was punctuated by our ragged panting.

It has been a tough past few weeks. There have been some extreme time and attention demands on all of us, and when there has been time for affection and sex, it has been decidedly less playful and more… I don’t know how to put it. More like an extended hug instead of joyful frolicking. I’ve been trying to work up enthusiasm for writing about the sex of this past weekend, and I just don’t have it in me. Sorry.

Maybe things will brighten in the not too distant future and I’ll have more salacious things to post. But for now, it will have to be enough to simply keep count.

Various family and friend crises continue to dominate our schedule right now, so all we have time for are stolen moments here and there. And so in the middle of the day, I was curled up in bed with M, trying to lull her into falling asleep. M had on a sleeping mask and we were cuddled under a blanket, bare skim pressed against each other for the first time in days. My arms were wrapped under her shoulders, cradling her chest, and before I realized it, I was gently, idly stroking her nipples. M purred and pressed back against me further, and I moved my head closer to kiss and nibble at her neck. Her hips rolled against my groin, letting me know she was eager for further attention, but I decided to draw it out a bit. I continued to roll and squeeze her nipples, teasing them until they were stiff enough to make her ache and moan aloud. I continued teasing her, stroking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she gave a frustrated growl, grabbed one of my hands and tugged it down to her groin.

I pulled back and rolled M onto her back, spreading her legs slightly. She was still wearing the sleeping mask, and I wondered what visions were unfolding in front of her imagination while I toyed with her body. I laid on my side and gently traced the folds of her pussy, spreading them open to find a trickle of moisture within. My fingertips dipped into the well and then painted her lips, spreading the wetness and making her moan with satisfaction when I brushed her clit hood. She opened her legs a little wider, and I continued stroking her while I ducked my head to suckle at her nipple. She cried louder and I moved my finger’s attention to the outside of her clit hood, rolling the stiffening pea inside the folds. She responded with a slow hissing “Yeeesssss…” as she shook from her first orgasm.

I gave her the briefest pause, and then stroked again, fast and furious until she peaked into another quick climax. I sat up and moved towards the foot of the bed, and then slithered forward until I was lying between her legs. M smiled and moved her thighs over my shoulders, inviting my mouth to settle on the wet musk of her pussy. I started with slow lazy laps up the cent of her cunt, spreading her lips wide and tasting her nectar. M grunted every time an upward swathe of my tongue brushed over her clit. My arms wrapped around her thighs and my hands clamped down on her hips, pinning her so she couldn’t control where I licked. I continued my slow torturous laps and M’s hips squirmed for more specific, more targeted attention. I dragged it out, waiting until she was whimpering for release before I pinched her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue at high speed. Her hips bucked roughly and she cried out loud as I made her explode in climax. As she came, I dipped my tongue as deeply into her as I could reach, feeling just the outer edge of her clasping cunt walls, tasting the musky flow from deep inside, and then returning to lash and lap at her clit again, stealing another orgasm from her before she had barely recovered from the last one.

She finally put her hands on my shoulders and pressed, “No more, I can’t take it… fuck me, please… please can I have your cock…” I climbed forward until I was settled between her thighs, and then leaned forward until my cock was laid in the trough of her wet cunt. I slid back and forth, rubbing between her lips and roughly prodding her clit with my cock head while M whimpered and twisted. After several teasing strokes, she reached her hand down and pressed on my cock head to drive it inside her waiting pussy. I sank deep with a wet, nasty sound, and then slowly pulled back and sank back down, waiting for her to stretch and unfold to take every bit of my cock. When I had reamed her open, I started a faster pace, rocking and pounding into her. M’s sleeping mask was knocked askew, but still mostly covered her eyes. I took advantage of her blinded state to reach forward and bite her lips and her nipples, catching her unaware and making her gasp. I leaned back to concentrate on driving into her, battering at her twat with my fat cock head. I pushed hard and fast, until she reached her hands around my back and pulled me close, scratching and clawing at me. I shifted one arm under her leg, hiking her hip up and opening her cunt obscenely. Slipping that tiny bit deeper, I pushed and pushed, matching her cries and fast panting, trying to get deeper and deeper, rocking with her cries and shouts, until everything flashed white and I exploded deep inside her cunt. She pulsed and squeezed against me, as if milking every drop, shuddering and clutching me ever closer to her. As my cock dwindled, I rocked back and forth, giving a half-hearted stroke to her over-stimulated pussy, until I finally pulled free. I moved from between her legs and pulled the blanket fully over her, covering her from shoulder to foot, She rolled onto her side, now physically exhausted and sufficiently sated to sleep, I hoped.

I had her up on the massage table, stretching out some soreness in her hips and teasing her more than a little. Oh, all of the massage strokes were serious and legitimate, but I also lingered a little too long on her inner thighs, and reached higher than would have been appropriate with most people. I also pushed her harder than I would most people, riding that razor edge of “hurts so good”. I enjoy pushing her limits too much, even in this way. There’s something seductive about making her submit to my will, forcing her to surrender her body to my hands.

Towards the end of the massage, I had her lying on her side, one leg hanging off the table, stretching her hip and low back. Her rear was right at the edge of the table and I had my hips pressed against her ass, keeping her from rolling off the table. As she leaned into the stretch, my palms pressed into the thigh on the table, stretching her adductors and teasing dangerously high towards her groin. She moaned, whether from the stretch or from my hands, and her ass pressed tighter against my groin.

I decided it was time to up the stakes a bit. “You can slide more towards the center of the table now,” I instructed her. Roll over onto your hands and knees, keeping your knees well parted.” She moved to obey, and I continued. “Now push back so your arms are stretched out in front of you and your rear comes down between your heels.” She stretched back into the yoga position called “child’s pose”, and I eased my hands under the sheet to guide her. One hand pressed down on the small of her back and sacrum, encouraging her to lean into the stretch. The other hand slid under her protruding rear, between her parted legs, and stroked along her tight inner thighs. I really was stretching her muscles, but my forearm and the edge of my hand glided along the edge of her crotch as I stroked along her thigh, and I could already feel her wet arousal drooling from her pussy. “That’s it, leeeean into it,” I encouraged her, as I continued stroking her thigh. She moaned, half out of frustration, and tried to push back further, trying to plant her split wet pussy against my arm, my hand, against anything that would give her release.

I walked to the other side of the table and worked on her other thigh, continuing to tease her, listening to her breath grow ragged when my hand strayed too close to her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her groin, and I knew she was ripe for the picking. As I drew my palm down her thigh one more time, I murmured “I think I know where you’re holding some of that tension. and eased my thumb right into her tight little pussy. She gasped and pressed back even further. “Ooohhh, fuck, yes!” she snarled, and I stroked in and out of her with my thumb, rubbing her raw. She cried and her hips twisted as I reamed her from behind. Her face was turned to the side, pressed into the massage table, her eyes screwed tightly closed and her lips parted slightly. While continuing to finger fuck her from behind, I pushed my shorts down with one hand and guided my cock to her waiting lips. Her eyes opened slightly, and then she opened wide and pulled my cock into her mouth. She had no leverage to move, but I gently fucked her willing mouth while my thumb alternated rubbing her clit and her g-spot. Her thighs were wet and the room echoed with her cries as orgasm after orgasm was wrenched from her cunt.

I pulled my cock from her lips and ordered her, “Roll onto your back.” She complied and I started fingering her with my longer middle finger, sliding along her slick folds and rolling across her raw clit, then plunging inside her again and finger fucking her until she came, whereupon I would repeat the pattern. With her hands free now, she used one to pinch her own nipple and the other grabbed my cock and pulled it to her mouth again. She sucked with enthusiasm, only losing her pace and clamping down on me when I was able to force another orgasm upon her. Her knees were splayed open and I pulled my fingers from her clasping cunt to spank her clit and lips a couple of times before rubbing her clit furiously, watching her abdomen spasm as she came yet again.

I pulled free and moved to the foot of the table. “Slide down here,” I said, and she did, until I could grab her thighs and pull her further, hanging her ass just off the side of the table. Supporting her thighs with my arms, I leaned forward and speared her with my cock. Her cunt was so wet I slid deep with no assistance, and started pistoning in and out of her. She tossed her head from side to side crying out while I fucked her swollen cunt. The table was high enough that I was standing up on my toes, my hips shoving back and forth, trying to get as deep into her as I could without just climbing on the table with her. M’s hands pressed and mauled her breasts roughly, twisting her own nipples while I fucked her over the edge into another screaming orgasm. Hearing her let go, watching her writhe with my cock embedded within her, drove me nearly made. I rocked back and forth as fast as I could, and pulled her ass off the table a little more until my balls constricted and I pressed deep within her filling her with a hot plash of semen. She cried out as I came and her pussy twitched and clutched at my cock as it pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I pulled back and her legs hung limp off the side of the table. That seemed to relax her; maybe she needs a massage like this more often.

I was laid out on a massage mat downstairs, where M helped me stretch and unwind. I was wearing a very loose pair of shorts that gave me plenty of room to move as she leaned over me to fold and knead my body. I wasn’t sure if she had more in mind than a massage, at first. But then in the middle of the massage, she did this move; she was kneeling at my head and stretched over me to stroke all the way down my chest, down my belly, down my pubis and bumped against the very root of my cock. My half-erection stirred and thickened, but I laid back, passive, waiting to see where she would go with all of this.

Now that I was aware, I noticed any number of small clues; the way she sat a little too close to me to work on my belly, so that my arm could brush her thighs and calves. Or the way she leaned over me to reach my shoulder, dangling her breasts over my face, straining against the confines of her sports bra. All of the deliberate teasing kept me rock stiff, tenting the shorts and the light blanket over me.

She finished stretching out my hamstrings, and then settled my legs back to the floor in a position so that one leg was straight and the other was laying out to the side. She reached over to work on my inner thigh for a bit, and then casually slid her hand up the leg of my shorts and clasped my swollen erection. “You still seem to be tight in some areas,” she smiled. “How can I help you release that tension?” Her hand worked back and forth, rubbing my foreskin against my shaft, making me whimper slightly. Part of me wanted to sit up and seize control, but instead I decided to stay passive, laying back and letting her continue manipulating me, as if it was just another part of the massage.

After insuring the heft and thickness of my cock, she reached for the waistband of my shorts, and I lifted slightly to allow her to drag them down and completely off. My cock sprung free and jutted into the air, bobbing. She tossed my shorts to the side and knelt between my legs on her hands and knees, and took the length of my shaft into her mouth in one fluid motion. My legs went rigid and my hips rose up, trying to get more, deeper. M tightened her mouth and worked her tongue along my shaft as her head rode up and down on my cock. After several strokes, she cradled my balls with one hand, stroking gently, feeling the skin contract and tighten with arousal. She gave a little purr deep in her throat, like she could just taste the barest hint of salty pre-cum welling up form my prick.

She abruptly stood up and dropped her pants to the floor. “I need this so badly,” she said, and stood over my prone form like the Colossus of Rhodes. She squatted down, then put one knee on the floor and settled her pussy down on my cock. I hadn’t even touched her during all of this, so I was amazed and pleased with how dripping wet she was already. She leaned her head back and groaned as she sank deeper onto my cock. I lifted my hips off the matt and started pumping into, already feeling her weeping pussy leak down my shaft and the cool trickle down my balls. I reached up both hands and pinched her nipples through her sports bra. I twisted just enough to make her cry softly, but she also quickened her pace, flexing her thighs so that her cunt bobbed up and down on my cock. I moved one hand from her breasts and stroked her clit and she moved, making it harder for her to concentrate, harder for her to hold herself up. I stroked up and down the slippery folds of her clit hood and she finally lost it, crying out in release and letting her other knee drop to the floor, collapsing over me as she came. I reached my hands behind her and lifted her ass slightly and pumped from below, making her cry out as she was still rolling from the head rush of her first orgasm. I thrusted and pumped, feeling her pussy clutch and spasm against my cock. I brought my hands to M’s shoulders and pressed back hard, forcing her to sink all the way to the base of my cock while I exploded within her. Her eyes grew big, whether from the hot splash of cum or the extra depth, and she pushed down against my cock as if to enjoy every pulse and throb. When the excitement wore down, she stood over me again, this time on considerably more shaky legs, and with a trail oozing down her thigh.

I was thrilled to receive my toy order in the mail, and instructed M to make herself available that afternoon for consumer testing. She showed up and went downstairs to take a shower and get ready while I unpacked and inspected the goods. When I heard the shower stop running, I gave her a few more minutes and then joined her in the bedroom.

She was laid out on the bed, naked and still warm from her shower. She grinned up at me and asked “What do you have for me?” I smiled back, “Let’s get you suitably ready first.” I shucked my clothes and knelt over her reclining form. With no preamble, I slipped my hand between her thighs and inhaled her nipple into my mouth. I glided my finger along her velvet slit, bringing blood to her pussy and encouraging her lips to swell and part. When I sucked at her nipple, she let out a moan of pleasure and closed her eyes, her head lolling back. I rubbed more intently, spreading the first drops of arousal around her lips and prepuce, and bringing some pressure and friction to bear on her clit hood. She groaned louder and tilted her hips up towards me, and I rewarded her by dragging my teeth along her nipple and rutting faster against her clit. She arched her back and cried out, “Fuck, yes…” as she peaked into her first orgasm of the afternoon.

I held there for several seconds, letting her regain her senses and catch her breath. Then I reached for the first toy, a small battery-powered vibe for hitting her g-spot. We both held the toy, turning it over in out hands and examining the boomerang shape. I applied a dose of lube and spread it over the shaft, and she guided it inside her. I pressed the small button to start the vibrator, and M’s brows knit as she adjusted to the sensations inside her. I rocked the vibrator a bit, first angling it to buzz against her g-spot, then against her clit. “I don’t think it’s reaching my clit the way it is supposed to”, she said. So I angled the toy up against her g-spot again, and began to gently ease the toy in and out of her. She moaned and relaxed back as I fucked her slowly with the toy while its curved head dragged back and forth across her g-spot. I picked up the pace a bit, and M seemed to enjoy it, but nothing like she does when I reach her g-spot with my fingers or cock. It seemed like it was time to try the next toy.

I slowly withdrew the battery-powered vibrator and set it on the bedside table. Then I reached down and pulled out the next toy, a silicone dildo attachment for a big AC vibrator. Again, M inspected the implement while I warmed it with a thin sheen of lube. She slid it into position, and boggled a bit at the size of it. Just as she was getting acclimated, I flipped the vibrator into its “low” setting. M gasped and clamped her eyes shut as her senses were assaulted. There was nothing subtle about this toy, either in its powerful vibration, the ridge poised against her clit of the girth of the shaft invading her. She fell back on the bed and I held the base of the toy high against her mons and clit. Her thighs tightened and she held on tight as an orgasm coursed through her. Of course, the toy knows nothing about pausing for an orgasm, so I pulled it back from her clit slightly and used the silicone shaft to fuck her cunt while her clit still buzzed from the first shockwave. Her face took on a slightly scared look as she realized there was no respite and she was barely able to stammer out, “No, no more, I can’t take it…” when her belly was wracked with another orgasm. I pulled out the shaft with a wet schlurping noise and slid the length of the toy along her bright pink cunt lips, still humming and buzzing against her lips and clit while her thighs trembled and shook. She groaned loudly when the powerful vibrations of the base of the toy brushed over her clit, and so I slid it back down and eased it into her cunt again. Even as it slipped in, she started crying out in cum again, and as I alternately fucked her with it and pressed it against her clit, it was hard to tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.

She was damp with sweat when she finally begged, “Please, your cock! I want your cock now! Feed me your cock…” My prick had been ram-rod stiff for some time, watching her writhe under my ministrations. I withdrew the hammering toy and clicked it off. In the absence of its buzz, all I could hear was the panting from M. I reached to the table and claimed the final toy, an adjustable cock ring of flexible rubber tubing. As stiff as I was, I had no hope of fitting it over my cock and scrotum, so I settled for cinching it tight at the base of my cock, and kneeling between M’s thighs. Her lips were swollen and hot, and I needed her assistance to guide me in. Once there, I pounded aggressively, sinking balls deep into her cunt, deep enough that she gasped slightly as I brushed her cervix, then pulling back far enough that my head was just barely nestled inside her lips, and then pushing down again. M wrapped her legs around my waist and her ankles pushed at my hips, pulling me into her, clinging close to me. My hips pumped and my cock throbbed and surged against the pressure of the ring. M’s hands were mauling her breasts, pressing and clawing while I fucked her roughly, her eyes squeezed tight. I fucked harder and faster, until I felt the surge deep in my balls that meant I was past the point of no return. I settled into a smooth, easy stroke, ending each one as deeply as I could inside her clutching, clasping pussy, until I boiled over with hot cum, pushing and spasming inside her. She held me tight and cried in relief as I went still.

I leaned back and carefully loosened the cock ring and slid it free from my cock and breathed deeply. “We’ll have to give these another test drive real soon now.”

Real life is getting in the way of sex lately, and will continue to for the week. Although there has been some furtive groping and ruttage stolen here and there, “real sex” has been hard to come by. Maybe that should be soft to come by. Or to not come by. Anyway…

I returned to the bed after a mid-sleep bathroom break. M was lying on her side, curled into the fetal position. I laid behind her, and curled to match the curves of her body, nestling my prick along the cleft of her ass. She murmured softly and pressed back against me, leaning back into my chest. I laid an arm over hers, and cupped her breast, gently dragging my palm across the tip of her nipple between cradlings. We laid there spooning closely, watching the sky gradually turn the sky from black to blue while I brought her nipples to full attention.

She finally gave in to her impatience and dragged my hand down to her groin. I stroked to part her lips, and was pleasantly surprised to find her already moist with excitement. I idly brushed my fingertips up and down her slit, determined to wait her out. She did not disappoint, and soon demanded, “Don’t tease me… make me cum!” I adore making her ask for it. I rewarded her with some specific and determined fingering, and her hips convulsed once, twice, and then once more while she groaned deeply and then held very still. I pressed her clit firmly, giving her the pressure that stretches out her orgasm.

She rolled away and pushed my shoulder to drive my flat on my back. “I want your cock now”, and I was determined to meet her demands. She swung her leg over my pelvis and with one hand guided my cock into her. She settled down against me and purred as my cock nestled deep within. She started a slow, steady rocking, looking into my eyes and smiling at me as I melted into her. I brought my hands up to her breasts and palmed them, brushing at the nipples and squeezing very gently. She responded by quickening her pace, gliding her pussy lips up and down my shaft, squeezing me with her tight little cunt. The room was growing just a little brighter due to the rising sun, and I could see her breasts sway and bob as she rocked back and forth on my shaft.

My thighs tightened and I arched my back, lifting her off the bed and driving my cock as deeply as I could into her, as I pulsed hot cum into her pussy. She grinned and squeezed extra hard, clamping against my cock as it throbbed in release. I eased my hips down to the bed and she leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead before rolling to the side.

Various obligations have gotten in the way of physical pleasure lately, but last night was a bright reprieve. Maybe it was sleeping in a strange bed. I woke up in the middle of the night, and moved closer to M, spooning her tight against my chest and belly. Still asleep, she pushed back slightly, pressing firmly against me. I snaked a hand over her waist and up her nightshirt to cup her breast. Her breast felt so wonderful, so perfect in my hand, firm, high and tight, and her nipple was already half-stiff (although more from the cold than from my cuddling). I started stroking her nipple and felt it rise to full stiffness, sharp and eager.

I slipped my other arm under M’s neck, around her shoulder and slipped into the top of her cleavage. I stroked and pinched her nipple with that hand, and my other hand strummed down her belly and found her pussy. Her lips were retracted all prim and proper, displaying only a thin vertical line to the outside world. I gently stroked up and down that line, brushing my finger over her hood and slightly parting the furrow. She leaned her hip back against me, opening her thighs a little and I felt her lips start to part, like flowering petals opening to the warmth. I rubbed M’s hood against her hidden clit and heard her moan softly. I increased my pinching of her nipple and stroked her clithood a little more ardently. She came fully awake, and I moved my mouth in to suck and bite at the base of her neck. The combination of pleasures brought her to full attention, and she groaned quietly as a climax was wrenched from her. She was taking pains not to wake anyone else in the house with our late night romp, and I was determined to make that as difficult as possible for her. No sooner than her orgasm had subsided than I started stroking again, reaching my fingers low to find the first hint of moist arousal from her cunt, then stroking her clit aggressively again. I sucked at her neck in a way that made her squirm and rolled her nipple between my fingers like I was gauging the weight of cloth. She rolled her head to face a pillow and cried into it as her body went rigid from another violent orgasm.

M pushed away from me and shoved the blankets down to the foot of the bed, uncovering me. My cock jutted into the air, and she moved to it with a hunger. She gave me one lap from root to the plum head, and then took it into her mouth and started sucking fiercely. My legs went rigid with pleasure as her head bobbed up and down, her lips holding a tight seal on my cock and her tongue massaging my shaft and she sucked me off. I moaned, despite myself, and fought the urge to hold her head and fuck her mouth like I wanted to fuck her pussy. I was so swollen and stiff, I thought I was going to burst at the seams, and still she sucked me, like she was hungry for the salty pre-cum. I was whimpering slightly when she finally let my cock pop free from her mouth. She climbed over my hips and lowered herself on my wet, twitching prick. Both of us sighed in relief at the warm glow saturating our loins. She perched on my cock and used her thighs to bounce up and down, fucking me hard. She lowered her head to my chest almost curled in the fetal position while riding my cock roughly. “Suck me!”, I whispered. “Suck my nipple!” She obliged, turning her head and pulling at my tiny nipple. I was used to being the aggressor, but the feeling of being so thoroughly used, serviced was driving me out of my mind. Her hips pumped up and down, stroking my cock with her velvet pussy, warm, wet and so tight. Her mouth pulled and played with my nipple, and all I could do was lie back and take it. “I’m going to cum…” I warned her, but she only redoubled her efforts. I arched my back, trying to get my cock as deeply in her as I could and then spasmed hard, filling her with semen, throbbing in her. She stayed poised over me, lost in her own contractions, feeling my cock pulse and surge inside her. She finally lifted off and rolled onto her side, where I gave her a kiss of thanks.

Earlier in the day I had teased M for wearing pants around the house. I like it when she’s wearing a skirt, preferably with no panties; anything that encourages casual groping is a good thing, in my experience. So when M came to me in the afternoon wearing a skirt, I thought she was simply showing off, or presenting herself for an inspection. She gave me a big grin as I ran my hand up her thigh and found a bare pussy waiting for me. I gave her a couple of friendly strokes and then led her to the table. I guided her into a partial reclining position, with her heels just barely on the edge of the table, and knelt down to suck her pussy.

She had just the faintest moisture and musk, the smell that makes me swoon. I bit her with my lips, pulling at her folds, inhaling flesh into my mouth, sucking at her labia and working my way up to her clit. I switched to long, flat strokes, lapping all the way up her pussy and clit, like a kid licking an ice cream cone. She moaned, her head sagged back, and I started flicking my tongue, giving the lightest little brushes to her exposed clit head. Her thighs clamped down on my ears so that I could barely hear her moaning, but I could tell from the way she jerked her hips that she was cumming on my tongue. I dipped lower and pushed my tongue in as deeply as I could reach, digging for that thicker, headier fluid, before I came back to the top and started fast licking again, pushing her to another orgasm. I brought her to the edge quickly and then tried to hold her right on the cusp for several seconds, lightly kissing her clit just enough to make her whine impatiently, and then licking it harder and faster and when another orgasm peaked I pressed hard against her clit hood, holding pressure as her blood pulsed and throbbed.

I stood upright, and M laid on her side on the table and squirmed down so that her head was at my crotch. She quickly unfastened my pants and pushed them down, letting my cock spring free, bobbing heavily in front of her. She sucked it deeply, with no preliminary, and my eyes rolled back in head. My hips swung back and forth, and I gently fucked her mouth as she tightened her lips and pressed her tongue firmly against my shaft. She bobbed her head to meet my strokes and my knees buckled from it all. I finally pulled back and M panted to catch her breath, wide eyed with arousal.

I swung her around until her hips were just hanging off the edge of the table, and I held her knees in the air with my arms. I stepped in closer and M guided my cock into her. She laid flat on her back and my hips swung freely, sliding in and out of her. There’s something delightful about fucking like that, when you don’t have to support your own weight beyond simply standing, nor the weight of someone above you. I just gyrated my hips freely, slipping in and out of her, listening to the table creak and M pant and cry out. I hooked one leg with my elbow so that I could bring my hand to the wet sucking joint between us. I rubbed my thumb along my cock as it slid back and forth, and then gliding up and down on M’s clit hood as I fucked her, making her yelp with excitement and a throbbing orgasm. I pulled my hand free and focused on fucking as hard and as fast as I could, until my orgasm welled within me and I sank as deeply as I could and sprayed into her clutching cunt.