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Five A.M. Encounter
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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FIVE A.M. ENCOUNTER
My wife is one sexy lady. Like most women she has her good days
and her bad days and her sexuality swings the same way. Some
weeks she leaves me alone for days at a time. Other days she
demands it three or four times a day. So far I have been able to keep
up with her demands.
How to describe by wife? She is three years younger than myself,
currently 28. Average sized, about 5 foot 4 inches. She is a bit
overweight but most of the time you would not know it from looking
at her, she distributes it so well. Big pretty tits too, and a larger than
average ass that never fails to stiffen me when she bends over. She
has other wonderful attributes too: a great kisser and hugger, loving
and sweet beyond belief, and a very filthy mind, second only to my
own (quite an accomplishment.) She LOVES to fuck and lord, she
must have it hard and fast, fast, fast. "Press harder!" she'll scream.
"Harder! Harder! Oh, faster FASSSSTER!" Very oral, as you can see.
She likes to talk dirty and she likes to talk loud, nay, she SCREAMS
it out. The same woman who wants to keep the stereo down because
she figures it will annoy the neighbors does not at all mind screwing
with the window open. I think half our cluster has heard us make love.
So you can see I not only love her I love making love to her. But the
last few weeks have been a bit difficult for both of us. Somewhere
along the way she picked up a vaginal infection. Not only was she is
pain for more than a week (poor dear) but that pretty much put our
love life out of commission too. This infection, coming as it did just
after her period, was a big strain for both of us.
Finally the sulfa pills were over and we had a chance to resume our
sex life. I could tell from the gleam in her eyes and the long wet
kisses she gave me that she was not only ready but eager and willing.
I found myself seducing her in front of the television with our puzzled
cats looking on. Our long, deep wet kisses seemed to go on for ever.
God, she's a fantastic kisser. I praise all of her former lovers for
teaching her to kiss that good. Her tongue explored just about every
part of my mouth and I returned the favor. It is the gentleness of her
tongue probings that are most sensuous. Our kissing went on for a
long, long time on the couch. Those lips, so soft, so yielding yet so
demanding.
I am a sucker (no pun intended) for her neck and I know it is her
biggest weak spot. After a while I alternated my kisses on her lips with
kisses on her neck. First one neck, then back to her lips, then the
other side of the neck. All the while my fingers moved slowly toward
her cleavage. She has a great set of tits and a wonderful cleavage.
Eventually I could keep my mouth shut no longer. I pulled down her
bra strap and gently freed her breasts. I noticed that our blinds were
still open. We have a fence so probably no one was watching, but
she didn't seem to care this time. "I must taste you," I told her. My
hands went to hold cup both of her large breasts and my mouth went
to her left tit. I licked ever so gently, trying not to put TOO much
pressure on her nipple. Of course I avoided using my teeth. I was
certainly getting a response. I heard a "guuhhh" followed by the
sudden sucking of air between her teeth. I decided I wanted to see if
the right one tasted any better. It was certainly fuller and I was right,
it DID taste better. This time I rolled my tongue around the nipple
again. She was squirming now. "Guuhhhh!" she was saying again.
"GGUUUHHHH!"
She couldn't take much more. "Oh, I gotta have you. I gotta have
you," she said. I was really glad to hear this because my cock was
getting very insistent. It had been standing up straight for quite a while
now with only my tight shorts to provide any pressure. Without
another word she pushed me away and ran upstairs toward the
bedroom.
You can imagine what happens next. Lord, you never SAW clothes
come off so fast. It is always the most awkward part of making love
because there are all those buttons that have to come undone. She
looked delicious undressing mostly topless with my saliva still all over
her tits. There was no mistaking the smoldering look in her eyes. She
beat me undressed of course. She kneeled on the bed, her cute butt
sticking out and her legs very much splayed. "Oh, take me from
behind," she said as she nearly hyperventilated. "Oh God I gotta have
you now. PUT IT IN! PUT IT IN!"
I complied. We discovered that we really enjoy rear entry. I already
said she likes it hard and fast, and typically I do most of the thrusting.
Screwing is so marvelous I almost forget my oral longings. There is
nothing so marvelous as that first hard shove into her crack. Whoosh!
Her vagina responds with a level of fluid not to be believed. God, she
is so HOT I can hardly take it. Her slipperiness is so wonderful I am
practically unconscious. We are both sexual beasts now. Somewhere
along the way we placed our humanity on the bookshelf: I MUST fuck
her hard and fast NOW. She cannot verbalize any more. There are
only animal noises coming out of her and from me. I push harder and
faster but she is a slippery beast. On one occasion I nearly came out.
I try to grab onto her hips for leverage but it is difficult to keep going
this fast.
Somehow I managed to slow down for a moment. I think it was
because I had worked so hard for this orgasm that I didn't want it to
end so quickly. I wanted to keep screwing her forever but I was
microseconds from coming. Lord, what a load of come I had for her,
and from the squishiness I could tell that she had at least an equal
sized load for me. I paused to take in the sight of my cock half in and
out of her, covered with juices. I hadn't even come yet but it looked
like I did: she had put out enough vaginal juices to drown us both.
Her juices often look like my semen, and tonight it did. I wondered if
she knew how good she smelled. I loved the smell of her in heat. I
would have done anything to pause at that point and lick out all the
juices she produced. Unfortunately, I knew from long experience that
she is SO sensitive down there that this was impossible. She would
probably accidentally kick my face in.
She decided she didn't want me to stop. She did the work. I did not
move my cock at all, she moved her body until her snatch was deep
inside me. Over and over again. It was no use fighting nature any
longer. I wanted it to go on and on forever and ever but ... Christ!
Jesus Christ! She was screaming, she was coming, she was coming
HARD, I was coming! She was coming and she was still thrusting my
penis in and out of her: I was not doing a thing! I felt my balls unload
a river of come; my penis was alive and on fire. I spurted. I spurted
again. I kept spurting and spurting. For a second I looked down to
see our juices flowing out of us and onto the sheets, for a second I
noticed her body gleaming in a sheen of sweat. And then I was
spurting some more and garbling something incoherent.
At last I was emptied. Slowly, very slowly life came back to me. When
there was strength in my knees I dismounted and fell over on the bed
with a crash. She reached for the kleenexes to try to stem the flow.
She might as well have tried to part the Red Sea with a toothpick.
Afterglow is nearly as much fun as the sex. To be snuggled up close
to her, feeling the heat of her body slowly subside. For several
minutes she appears unconscious and she huddles like a newborn in
a crib. Her cheeks, nay her whole upper body is flushed in a red hue.
I told her tightly. She is whimpering from the pleasure. At some point
I move to kiss her again. "I love you," she says. "I love you too," I tell
her. After about ten minutes, blood must have returned to her legs in
sufficient quantity to shuffle to the bathroom to drain. While I try rather
unsuccessfully to make the wet spot less noticeable I listen to her.
She is not peeing, that is us coming out of her and into the toilet.
Eventually she dries herself off with toilet paper, flushes and returns
to bed.
End of story? It should be. We have fucked ourselves unconscious;
we cannot move at all, we have not the energy to squash an ant. We
fall asleep. End of story? Well, not quite. As it turned out what I
thought was just the best lovemaking of my life is to get upped in a
way I never thought possible. But for now there is only the darkness,
the open window, the sound of the crickets and her breathing. She is
asleep. So am I.
There was a time, even a few years ago, when I would have been
able to repeat that whole episode and come again in a matter of
hours. As a matter of fact, I usually can, but that orgasm was not my
typical orgasm. I was totally and utterly drained. And not only was I
much sleepier than I realized, I was totally unconscious. The fire
department could have broken in our bedroom door and I would have
not noticed.
And as often happens with two marrieds desperately in love I found
myself snuggled up to her back, pressed very closely to her, pretty
much like we were just after we made love. There is still a wonderful
heat coming from her body and I am subliminally aware of two things.
First, the salty smell of her skin from all of our sweating. Secondly, the
smell of our lovemaking. In spite of all the draining and wiping and
the open window the smell of our juices and our pheremones are still
there. In any case I seem to have an erection, and it is pressing
between her cheeks. I am still asleep but, lord, I am having this dream
that my erect penis is between my wife's thighs.
It is a few minutes before five a.m. Dawn arrives early in the late
Spring. No sign of the dawn yet but I am subliminally aware of a few
birds telling us it is coming. Mmm. Something feels really good. This
is a wonderful dream, thinking of making love to my wife at this hour.
And a dream it had always been too. Feeling frisky a few years earlier
I had tried it sometime after 6 a.m. She put a stop to THAT rather
quickly. Too tired, wanted TO SLEEP.
Hmm, you know it sure did feel good lodged between her cheeks.
This was a GREAT wet dream. I was remembering some of our
conversation which had preceded our lovemaking the night before.
She was reading the latest (and, sadly, last) book of Robert Heinlein.
The principal character was a really lusty lass and I had no doubt that
this character's adventures with LOTS of men (and probably a few
women) had got her thinking. "You know," she said as I tried to get
interested in my too technical computer manuals, "I wish that I could
be more like her." She went on to say it was a shame that she
seemed to be born with these inhibitions. Our daughter, she decided,
was not going to be allowed to inherit any. We would instruct her from
any early age where the birth control was and that it was OKAY to
make love to someone even if you are a teenager as long as you
respect the other person and take precautions. And it was a shame
that SHE could not be the same way.
Well, we talked it over for a bit. We had always agreed that we were
to have an open marriage. Life was short and there were lots of good
fucks out there. We would reserve our love for each other but if a
good time came around we would throw our cautions to the wind and
enjoy it.
That was the theory. I have never asked her if she has been faithful
since we were married. I don't care. I trust her completely. I love her
so much that I just don't plain WORRY that she will drop me for
another man (or woman!) Still, our married life has been awfully busy
... buying a house, fixing it up ... there had been little TIME to seek
out other lovers. I felt she probably hadn't had anyone else since we
were married. Life had been so full and our needs for each other had
been so great.
But she was talking about having other lovers again (in the context of
the book). I reiterated my feelings, which I assumed were still OUR
feelings. I had never tried to pretend I was not attracted to other
women and I went out of my way to point out specific examples of
shapes I admired. She of course did the same.
Eventually the conversation turned around to threesome and
moresomes. She said there was a part of her that really wanted to try
it, but she was still pretty inhibited. I told her in no uncertain terms
that I DEFINITELY wanted to try it with her. Now, you'll have to take
this on faith but I am not bisexual, at least I don't think so. But I told
her that my threesome fantasies, which up until now had somehow
always resolved themselves into two women and me now seemed to
include two GUYS and her. God, she is SO sexy, I would enjoy
watching her make love to someone else. Maybe she would suck me
off at the same time or I could work my cock between her impressive
tits. Of course the opposite was true too: I'd love to give her a good
fuck while watching her furiously suck off another man. She has
sexuality enough to take on the entire Dallas Cowboys, I'm convinced
of that.
This is a bit of a digression, but I think stretching our fantasies out
certainly contributed to our sexy mood that night. I told her, honestly,
that I hoped that someday we could live out these fantasies together.
Interestingly enough, I did not necessarily want to try a threesome
without her present. Knowing her as intimately as I know her most of
the fun would be from watching HER and the luck man/lady who got
to share in her enormous passion.
These thoughts are floating in my mind at five a.m. I think they are
floating in hers too, somewhere in the ether between us. My cock is
hard. She is snuggled close. I find myself dry fucking her (from
behind) in my sleep. She is cooing, she is shifting in the bed and I
seem to be pressing myself closer to her. I still think it is all a dream.
A wonderful dream. My hands are around her chest and they are
grasping a breast. I feel a nipple slowly awaken.
She shifts again, and so do I. What a wonderful dream. I am taking
her again just like last night. Oh, how I loved putting that shaft into
her. It was so good. My cock is now very stiff.
More cooing from my lover. Her legs open a bit. She places her
hands over my hand which is unconsciously massaging her tit. Slowly,
very slowly the webs of dream-stuff seem to be pulling away and I am
aware that, yes, it is five a.m. and there is a smoldering volcano next
to me. I am still pretty incoherent but I find that I cannot stop
massaging her breast. I find my other hand is working down to her
panty. I feel the wonderful smoothness of her leg ... so sensuous! ...
and I am back to her panties. Her legs are parting some more. My
hands are moving through her public hair. Wait! They are now
touching the outer lips of her vagina. Briefly my finger moves over her
clit. She shudders. My fingers moves down further. Her legs are open.
I am touching the opening to her vagina. Wetness! Not just wetness,
oceans! Great Neptune's Oceans from Macbeth. She is breathing hard
and then she says: "Lover, if you can do it, take me. Take me now."
I am still not totally convinced this is real, I am still somewhere
between fantasy and reality. She is removing her panty. She is
reaching for my cock. She is giving it a hard squeeze. Now she is
reaching for the sides of MY underwear. She is pulling my shorts
down.
I have now stumbled into something that must be consciousness, but
I am not sure. In any case I seem to have muscle control. I certainly
have cock control. I am entering her as I lay next to her. It is difficult
to find an opening in this position but I have found one. Just the tip
of my cock is inside her but I am already overwhelmed by her heat
and her wetness.
She can stand it no longer. She pushes me on my back and yanks
the covers off. She lowers herself on top of me, she is fucking me
while I lie on my back. She moves herself up and down and up and
down.
"Oh, I don't understand this. I need you so bad. I am so hot. There is
something in the air." I don't know how she is being so coherent as
she fucks me.
"It must have been the Heinlein book," I said, "and the fantasies that
we talked about." I am starting to actually become clear headed. My
cock is as hard as a rock. I am enjoying myself even more than last
night but I know at once that I am not anywhere near to coming. I
doubt I even CAN come.
"You'd like to try those fantasies, wouldn't you," I said. She is humping
me quickly, frantically, methodically. The birds outside are starting to
make a nuisance of themselves -- perhaps WE woke them up and
they are pissed off. And there is now a hint of the day to come
coming from below the shade. "You'd like to try them all. You'd like
to have another guy in the bed wouldn't you? You'd like to suck one
off right now as you are fucking me, wouldn't you?"
"Oh yessss..." she says. "Yesss.... And you, you'd want to try it with
me and another woman, wouldn't you? I know you."
"Oh yessss..." It is my time to moan. I realized for the first time just
how much I really DID want to try it: I wanted truckloads of women
over the bed.
"She could sit on your face while I fucked you."
"Oh yesss." I cannot believe what I am feeling. She is so wet. I am so
hot. But I cannot come. I was so utterly drained from our first
encounter that it is simply not possible to come. I want to so bad. I
am so hot.
"Oh, and you wouldn't mind another woman in the bed either, would
you my love?", I say. "You wouldn't mind having another woman make
LOVE to you too, would you? You'd love to have a woman lick you
all up. She would know EXACTLY what you'd want because she
should know."
"Oh yes..." my wife is cooing.
"You'd..."
"Oh, I'm coming! I'M COMING! Oh god, I'm coming!" She is rubbing
my cock furiously against her clit as we fuck.
"I can't come. It's too soon from last night. But, I want to taste you.
Can I taste your pussy? I want to taste your pussy so bad. Let me
taste you... I got to taste you."
Panting, she pulls off and turns around. She lowers her precious
pussy toward my face. God, how many times have I wished to spend
hours eating her. I want to do so now. I grab her hips for leverage
and move my lips to her inner lips. What wetness! It is wonderful! Her
wetness moves over my tongue. I swallow it all. She is so wet, so
good. And there is also a taste of myself, just a little leftovers from our
first encounters.
Too soon the moment passes. She is back fucking me again, bringing
herself to yet another orgasm. I still cannot come. But something
unexpected is happening. I am losing sensation in my limbs. My
hands are numb. My arms are getting numb. I cannot move my legs.
My feminine fucking machine keeps at it, faster and faster. I am
coming! I am coming! But, no , I am not coming at all! I am not
certainly not ejaculating anything. But that was an orgasm...
Whoa! Something just snuck up on me! Something far more powerful
than an orgasm. I don't know what it is. I am being transported far
beyond this room. I cannot really begin to describe it. I wonder, has
anyone else been here before? The numbness continues except for
in my cock which is on fire like never before, twitching, spasming,
coming, just not ejaculating. Oh, never have I ever felt this way. Oh
god, oh god. I cannot even talk. I cannot even express myself to this
goddess who brought me to these heights. What can I say? My mouth
is numb. Everything is numb. Finally feeling even leaves my cock.
At some point after god knows how many orgasms she has gotten off.
I am a basket case. I am lying on the bed a anesthetic mass. I am
shaking like I have never shaken before. Feelings like an asleep limb
slowly awakening shoot through my nerves. I am not just shaking, I
am bolting up and down on the bed.
At some time ... minutes later? ... I can speak again. I can try to put
into words how I feel. I try to tell my lover, my dear sweet lover, but
the words seem so pale. Better than anything I have ever had. A once
in a lifetime experience. I think she understands, but does she? Does
she really?
She goes to the bathroom to wipe herself. I am lying there. Feeling is
returning slowly to me, over the course of many minutes. I realize I
am cold. I cover myself in a single sheet.
To my lover, my dear sweet lover who happens to be my wife. I love
you more than even these words can ever say. I want to be yours
utterly, forever consumed in love and lust for you. I love you, my
sweetness. Others would probably not believe this actually happened,
but it happened to me and I cannot forget and I will never forget. I will
never forget.
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