Slippery Bits

It’s a little colder here than we are used to, so when I woke up this morning I spooned up tight behind M and drew as close to her as I could. She was wearing a little waffle weave shift that had ridden up on her waist, so I nestled my cock against the cleft of her ass and kissed gently at her neck. She stirred and wriggled back against me. Her answer early in the morning can vary from “G’way, only lunatics are awake this early” to “Bring it on”, and I took her response to be the latter.

I snaked one arm under her to cup her breast, and with the other hand I gently massaged her thigh and combed her little tuft of pubic hair with my fingers. She made a welcome noise and I felt her nipple stiffen against my palm. She threw her top leg back over my leg, parting her thighs and inviting further attention. I increased the pressure on her neck, pressing my teeth into that bundle of muscles until I felt her go rigid, while I gently pulled at her nipple. Finally I brought my hand to her pussy, parting her lips and finding her quite wet already. I painted her open lips with her own fluids, making everything wet and slick with her pleasure.

I pulled back, rolled M onto her back and covered her, kissing the other side of her neck, then kissing her full on the lips. I padded backwards on all fours, pausing briefly to suckle at her nipples, then sliding further down to lap at her spread pussy. I love the musk of her cunt when it’s swollen and aroused. I’m willing, even eager, to suck her long past the point where she’s eager for my cock. I usually have to pace myself, drawing out her orgasms and teasing her so that I enjoy the licking before she pushes my head away and pulls my shoulders forward. I licked above her clit, on the hood, blunting the attention to make it last longer. When her breath quickened and she started moving to get more direct attention, I moved further down and plunged my tongue into her cunt, sucking in her juices. When her hips stopped twitching, I went back to her clit and teased her some more, before retreating again. I repeated this pattern several times, until I finally felt sorry for her and started a fast, fierce pace, unrelenting. That time when she rocked her hips, I gave her what she wanted, and she came loudly and incoherently. I’ve long since learned that something about her mumbled patter means I should stop licking and simply suck hard at her clit, or press hard with my tongue, holding a pressure against her clit. Either sustains her orgasm for several seconds, holding her on that peak of bliss for just a little longer.

I gave her just a brief few seconds to recover, while I adjusted my shoulders and turned my head a bit sideways. Then I started lapping sideways across the top of her labia and her clit with a broad, flat tongue, lapping like a puppy. She immediately started cumming again, her chanting reaching higher and higher.

I climbed forward over her body and she eagerly reached down for my cock and fitted the head into her spread lips. Despite how wet she was, it took several strokes to get fully seated into her pussy. I taunted her as I wiggled my way forward, “What a tight little cunt. Is this your first time? Am I supposed to go slow just because your little pussy can’t handle my big man-dick?” She smiled big and pushed her hips up, “Yes, but I don’t care. Batter into me with your big man-dick!” Once her flow had coated my shaft, I slid in and out of her easily, stroking from deeply and lifting up and forwards to bring pressure on her clit as well. She gasped, and started rocking in time to my strokes, fucking back at me. She reached a fast peak, came, and then growled at me, “Lift my leg”.

I put her right leg over my shoulder and pushed even deeper into her. Her eyes got big as my cock just brushed her cervix, and then I started fucking harder, giving her everything I had. She held her knee to her chest and started wailing. I felt the wetness of her cum smacking against the top of my ballsack and I slapped into her repeatedly. Her shoulders tossed side to side and she knocked several pillows onto the floor as I fucked her roughly. I finally sank deep into her and spasmed hard several times, feeling her cunt squeeze and grab in unconscious response, milking my prick.

When the heat of the moment was past, I released with a gentleness in proportion to the prior savagery. I leaned back slowly, eased her leg down and coaxed her onto her side. I slid behind her, spooning her again, this time with a cum-drenched cock. I kissed her neck again and said “Good morning”.

M woke up a couple of hours after me and came upstairs to find me at the computer. I gave her a “Good Morning” and asked if she might be willing to revisit the bed for a bit. She grinned and said, “Sure!”

We slid between the sheets and she started warming my chilled body. We cuddled close, face to face, and she squealed softly each time my icy hands brushed her back or hips. As I warmed up, she pressed closer and we kissed, long lingering kisses like teenagers. She pushed me onto my back and laid her hot body against the length of me, radiating heat into my chest and continuing to kiss me from above. Her pussy bore down on my cock, and ground against the stiffness. With very little prompting, she slid forwards along my body, dragging her pussy up my belly, up my chest, and finally she was straddling my head, with her pussy poised just over my mouth.

I inhaled deeply, taking in her heady aroma. I started nuzzling against her thighs and open labia, and licked gently, parting the lips and moistening the folds. M braced one hand against the wall and another on my head, and parted her thighs a little more to sink lower onto my mouth. I took that as my cue to become a little more aggressive. I built a slow steady pace of gentle lapping along the shaft of her clit. M is so impatient, she twisted and rolled her hips trying to get a little more, but I have learned from long experience that she cums harder if I make her wait just a little bit, if I drag it out. So, I bend and flex to resist her pressing for more, and maintain my steady strokes. It took a few minutes, but when her orgasm finally hit, she’s nearly incoherent, getting out a grunt that somehow meant, “Stop licking, just press, squeeze” and so I pulled her clit hood between my lips and pressed, held, until her trembling subsided. I gave her just a moment of open her eyes and take a deep breath, and started again, high on the shaft of her clit. Her pussy was flowing with musk now, and I lapped it up hungrily, and when she rolled her hips forward I obliged by lapping directly at the head of her clit, which made her cry out loudly. I am really enjoying being in a house, when we don’t have to worry about being noisy.

When she could breath again, she dragged her wet pussy back down my torso, and slid right down onto my flagpole cock. We immediately started a hard pace, her rocking from above and me thrusting up from below. Her eyes were clear and focused until I reached up to cup her breasts and gently pinch her nipples. Then her eyes rolled back and she started cumming again, a vision that makes my cock strain. I thrust harder and faster, forcing one more orgasm into her just as I cum what feels like pints. She planted her hands on my chest and sagged there, feeling the pulse and throb of my cock. When she could feel my erection dwindling, she rolled onto her side and pushed back against me for spooning and pillow talk.

We awoke just as the sky was barely beginning to lighten. We talked in low tones, talking about the chores of the day, what we had planned, the cat that had found a warm spot between our legs at the foot of the bed. I soon pulled her close for spooning, so that I could kiss at the back of her neck and below her ears. She soon rolled to face me (which must be “forking”, no?) and pressed her tits against my chest. My hand cupped her ass cheek and pulled her close.

The cliche seems to be that women most want sex late in the evening, and men are ready to go first thing in the morning. That pattern certainly holds true for M and me, but on certain mornings she awakens determined to drain me dry. And this was one of those.

I stroked her pussy, to find it wet and sticky from the night before. I was half-stiff already, but she quickly sucked me into a full erection and straddled me again, just as the night before. She leaned over me low and started whispering in my ear while her hips rocked up and down on my cock. She knows I have a weakness for dirty talk, dirty stories, and she was determined to use this knowledge to get me off as fast and as hard as possible.

“Later today, we can go to Juvie and find you two little nymphets, serving time for seducing their teacher. You can check them out and take them to a hotel room and punish them in the only appropriate way…” The words themselves matter rather less than simply hearing her low dusky voice and feeling her warm humid breath against my ear and neck. It wasn’t long at all before my hands grabbed her hip bones and pulled her low on my cock while I throbbed in release. She shone with a broad, self-satisfied smile, kissed me on the nose and said, “Good morning!” before dismounting and padding off to the bathroom.

I am a very lucky man!

M and I stayed with friends, sleeping in their guest room while we waited for our furniture to arrive. When we finally slipped off to bed, it was already quite late, and we were happy about sleeping on a real mattress for a change. We started snuggling closer, nuzzling against each other when I considered the creaky wooden floors and noisy wooden bed frame, on the floor immediately above our hosts’ bedroom. Not that this stopped us, but it did slow us down a bit.

We kissed and snuggled for a bit, stroking bare skin. I had almost forgotten that she had gone to the waxer earlier in the day, so I was delighted to find a bare pussy, velvety smooth, impossibly soft. I petted and stroked her naked lips until she was slippery wet and mewing into my neck.

I was eager and ready, rather harder and longer than is my norm. M wrapped her hand softly along the shaft of my cock and murmured “Oh my”. She turned her shoulders, lowered her head and engulfed me in one move. My hand went to her pert bottom and resumed stroking. We were trying hard to be quiet, so I never heard her cry out, but I could gauge her response to my fondling by the sudden frantic increase in her sucking of my cock. When she couldn’t take any more, she pulled her head back and sung her leg across my middle and pressed my cock head again her wet cunt. Just as she said, “Give me a second”, I lifted my hips and the head nestled just inside her. She moaned, and pressed back against me, slipping deeper and deeper, until she had the full length of it and I could feel a bead of moisture slide along my balls.

The pace was necessarily slow and patient, as we tried to keep tell-tale noise to a bare minimum. I pushed against M’s chest and rocked her backwards so that I could stroke her clit while my cock throbbed inside her. She took only a very little of that before rolling forward again and squeezing her pussy tight, milking my cock. Several strokes like that and I came deep inside her. Just as my cock pulsed and surged, she moaned deeply, responding to the throb and the hot splash of cum inside her.

We fell asleep almost instantly, warm, comfortable, sated.

Moving and work have kept M and me apart this week and when I finally arrived at the new house, I had not slept in 27 hours. We held a fierce hug for several minutes before finally pulling apart to look at each other. I started shedding clothes, slid between the still-warm blankets of the makeshift bed and pulled M with me. We laid tight and snuggled for a while, shifting and adjusting to achieve the maximum skin contact. We whispered and murmured happy noises at each other and weariness sank deeper into me. I felt too tired to even lift my head, but I knew I wanted more contact than this before I gave in to sleep.

I told M, “Lean and drape yourself over me while I lie here.” She smiled and kissed my neck, and then rolled onto her hands and knees and positioned herself over my prone form. For the next thirty minutes, she bumped and grazed and stroked herself against me, like a cat that cannot get enough attention. Her parted knees straddled one of my thighs and her arms braced on either side of my chest. She ducked her head to the crook of my neck and shoulder and nuzzled deep, kissing and gently pulling with her mouth. She slowly swayed side to side, dragging her nipples across my chest.

For the longest time, I laid languid and still, basking in her attention and touch. My hands slid lazily over her body, stroking up the backs of her thighs, across the buttocks, up to the small of her back, out alongside the hips. Sometimes I smoothed her with my full palm and hand, feeling the warmth and tension of her body, and sometimes I pulled curved fingers and nails over her, raising goose bumps and feeling the muscles jump. As she moaned and leaned towards the touch, I lifted my thigh just enough to press into her spread legs, feeling the warmth and moisture from her groin, the tickle of her pubic hair. Her hips dropped lower to press even more fully against me.

As if it hadn’t already, lust began to catch up with exhaustion, and while I stayed prone and relaxed, I also became a little more active. M lifted herself off my one thigh and moved towards my side. She brought her face to mine and we kissed deeply, pushing into one another. I moved one hand to cup her breast and to rub against her tight nipple. The other hand moved to her inner thigh, pressing into her tensed muscles, sliding high enough that I could feel her gathering moisture. I whispered into her ear to resist the impatience and to just suffer-enjoy-accept the slow lazy pace of it all. For a long time, I specifically avoided directly touching her pussy, instead playing with her thigh and barely grazing her lower lips with the edge of my hand. She moved her torso about, sometimes bringing me a nipple to suck and tease, sometimes moving down to kiss me more, sometimes lowering her neck to my mouth for a kiss and suckle and bite. All the time, her hips twitched and rolled, looking for more contact, more pressure. M was being so good but was clearly getting desperate for more.

She eventually gave in, and straddled my hips completely. She pressed her cunt against my stiffened cock and slid back and forth, letting out a deep, low moan. At this point, she was slick with excitement and my cock slid freely, spreading her lips and rutting against her clit. My hands were free to roam her torso and press against her breasts and toy and tease with her nipples. I could feel the desperate, growing need in her pussy, but I wasn’t ready to give in just yet. I guided her sideways, off my hips, and returned my hand to her upper thighs. This time, she asked for it, begged for it, and I didn’t have the heart to taunt her further. I pressed two fingers against her open lips, marveling at how wet she was, She cried and sank against my hand, and with very little motion on my part, she was soon crying out her first orgasm, twisting and pressing against my fingers. I gave her the briefest moment to recover her wits, then ducked my head to suck at her nipple, and started rubbing against her again. I was rough with her swollen lips, and insistent at her clit, and she responded with a guttural cry, cumming again. I knew her clit could only take so much, but I wanted her to come again, fast and hard, keeping her dizzy and breathless, so I slid my thumb inside her. She gasped and I continued my attack, stroking fast and feeling her cunt walls spasm and clutch and she came once, twice in fast succession.

I love it when I’ve whipped her into a frenzy and she has lost the very last shred of her inhibitions. I whispered to her “Who is my little fuck toy?” She didn’t hesitate in the slightest, “I am, I’m your fuck toy! I’m your fuck toy, just fuck me, please! Please fuck me now!” For the first time that morning, for the first time in that house, I rolled her over and lowered myself over her, between her thighs, and sank my cock deeply into her. She cried out and talked nearly incoherently, “Good! Yes, fuck! Fuck me… fuck toy, yes, more, fuck…” From there, it was a full racing gallop, with no finesse or subtlety. I thrust as deep and as fast as I could, and she rocked under me, clutching at my hips and ass, trying to pull me closer and closer. Very soon she came again, like long, rolling thunder, and her cunt walls throbbed and pulled at my cock, and I came hard and deeply, which only pushed her a little further into oblivion. I pulled back, and then dropped beside her on the bed. I pulled her as close as I could, and finally fell into a long-overdue sleep.

There’s a cliché that what you do on New Year’s day will be repeated during the rest of the year. I don’t particularly need extra motivation to have sex, but I’ll take my inspiration where I can find it.

Today my girlfriend M and I are busy packing things up for moving the household, doing laundry, visiting friends for the last time (for a while) and generally increasing the chaos in our lives before we can settle into the new home and start adding some order to the mix. So this morning, surrounded by leaning towers of cardboard boxes, I nudged M and asked if she had time for a brief interlude upstairs. Lucky me, she grinned and said “Sure!”.

We slid between the still-unmade sheets of the bed and cuddled and spooned a bit. I kissed and suckled on M’s neck, just below her ear, something that is nearly guaranteed to make her purr and press even closer into me. When she started writhing in earnest, I slid an arm around her torso and began brushing her breast and nipple. Her breasts were tender today, so it didn’t take long before she pulled free of my arms and turned to suck my cock. She teased me very little before plunging her mouth down as far as possible and then working up and down the shaft. At the same time, I combed my fingers through her pubic hair, gently squeezed her lips together and then started brushing the shaft of her clit. Her hips twitched and her mouth tightened against my cock in response. M is impatient during sex, eager for more, always ready for escalation. With a lingering schlurp up my cock, she swing a leg over me and nestled the head of my prick against her cunt. With a sigh and a push, she settled down until our pubic hairs tangled, and then spread her thighs just a little wider to settle all the way down.

She rose and settled on my cock and couple of times, groaning deeply. I pulled her shoulders forward towards me and ducked my head to suckle at one of her nipples, making her squeeze her cunt tighter and grind her hips against mine. I rolled my pelvis underneath her, fucking into her from below and holding her hips with my hands. She closed her eyes tight and held a long, low moan while I thrust repeatedly, spurring her towards orgasm. She came hard, her eyes popping open as she shuddered and ground her clit into my pubic bone.

I grinned and pulled her closer so I could nibble at her neck for a bit while she caught her breath. once her eyes could focus again, I sat her upright, and then asked her to lean far backwards with her hands braced behind her on my shins. I licked my thumb and slid it along the base of my cock up to the folds of her clit. She whimpered and started bucking against me as I rocked my cock inside her while stroking along her clit. She cried out from the intensity of it all and soon came again quickly, hard. No sooner had that wave passed than she rolled forward again, leaned over my chest and began to fuck me in earnest, working for my orgasm. I tightened my thighs and pushed up into her, meeting her strokes. It didn’t take long before everything tightened and I held her down against the base of my cock, throbbing deep inside, cumming hard. She smiled down at me and said “Happy New Year!”