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The Lust Weekend
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CHAPTER ONE "THE LUST WEEKEND" by Rob H.
THE LAKE
The drive from the city had been tiring. There seemed to be more than the
usual number of idiots on the road today. Perhaps they, like us, were just
hoping to take advantage of the long weekend. At least they were not coming
to "our" woods. We had purchased the cabin from a friend of ours last month.
We needed a place to just get away and be alone, together.
Turning off the main road, we drive the mile and a half through the woods, on
the stone lane, to the cabin. Nestled in the woods, the cabin is somewhat
isolated. The nearest "neighbor" is about a quarter-mile hike through the
trees. We don't know if anyone is there for the weekend, nor do we really
care.
We unpack the car and quickly store our supplies and belongings. We agree it
had been our good fortune to acquire the cabin. After taking a few minutes to
look around, we talk of vague plans for our time here. Little do we know what
the weekend holds in store for us. It is to be a weekend we will not soon
forget.
Although tired from the trip, we are excited at being here. Deciding to sit
on the porch for a while, we take the folding chairs outside, placing them
side by side on the porch. We snuggle there on the porch, her head on my
shoulder, as close together as we can get in our chairs.
The night air creeps through the trees and softly brushes over the front of
the cabin, lifting the scent of her perfume and tickling our minds with the
smell of honeysuckle, pine, and spruce. Here and there are the sounds of
evening: the rhythmic chirping of crickets, a fluttering of wings as birds
settle into their nests, and the quiet creaking of tree limbs. The world
around us is preparing to bed down for the night and our thoughts are toward
that end as well.
"Let's go for a walk" she suggests.
"Where would you like to go?"
"I don't know. Why don't we go down by the lake?"
"Sure, why not." I take her hand and we leave the cabin porch.
The lake is but a short walk through the woods. We step into the clearing in
front of the water. There, stretching out before us, lies the peaceful
solitude of Lake Tuckahoe. Named for an Indian chief, the lake has remained
untouched by the machines of man. Its quiet beauty is a reflection of times
gone by and a tribute to those who would maintain the pristine quality of life
around it.
The sky has a few clouds drifting through it tonight and the moon is three
quarters full. I hold her close as we gaze out over the still water. The
moonlight dances across the lake and gently caresses the darkness. Looking
into her eyes, I can see the outline of the trees surrounding the lake. I
hold her even closer and lower my lips to hers. Our lips meet in a soft kiss.
The smell of her perfume and the tenderness of her lips brings the beginnings
of a hard-on to me. As we press ourselves together, I feel the warmth of her
body and the imprint of her breasts on my chest. The soft kiss becomes one of
rising passion, matched by my rising erection.
My hands begin roaming her body, tracing the outline through her clothes. I
study her body as a blind man would - in braille - feeling each contour as I
explore. I know her body as well as my own. Yet, each time I touch her it is
as exciting as the first. The sight and the feel of her body always brings
joy to my heart and hardness to my loins.
I push my thigh against her. She responds by spreading her legs slightly,
allowing me to press into their junction. As her legs open, so do her lips
and her tongue leaps into my mouth. It is a welcome intruder and our tongues
meet in a wet greeting.
Our intertwined legs begin to dance a sexual dance, rolling and rubbing
against each others loins. As I press deeper into her valley, she replies by
squeezing my thigh with her legs, searching for my prick. Feeling the warmth
of her thighs against my rising prick increases the passion of our kiss and
our tongues begin to do battle. Lowering my hands to her buttocks, I pull her
tightly against me. Suddenly, she breaks away from my lips and body.
"Let's go for a swim." Her eyes reflect a mischievous sparkle from within.
"But our bathing suits are back at the cabin"
The sparkle in her eyes becomes a glow. "Who needs a suit?", she asks, and
begins to strip off her clothes. She divests herself of all her earthly
belongings and stands there in the nude. Her breasts push firmly into the
night air, and her body glows in the light reflecting from the lake. Even the
shadow she casts in the moonlight is exciting.
"What's the matter?" she asks, "Are you chicken? Embarrassed? Come on!"
As she heads toward the water I realize that she is serious and hurriedly
attempt to catch up to her. I strip away all that I possess (at the moment)
and head for the shoreline. My prick slaps against my legs as I run. She is
already in the water, playfully splashing and waving for me to come in. "I
must be crazy", I think, and wade into the lake.
The water is warmer than I had imagined and I am thankful for small favors.
She is staring at my loins, obviously checking my hard-on, as I approach. She
lies back in the water, allowing her body to float. Her breasts protrude
above the water like a pair of beautiful islands in the moonlit lake. Her
legs are open and inviting and I long to dock my ship in her port.
Reaching out in the moonlight I lightly touch her breasts, causing the nipples
to become erect. I trace the water line around each breast and kiss each
exposed island peak. My hands remain in constant contact with her as I move
down her body and between her legs. Once there, I submerge my body until my
face is at the level of the lake surface and move toward the harbor formed by
her thighs. With the first kiss on her shores, her eyes close and a smile
comes to her lips.
Placing my hands under her buttocks, I lift her slightly to gain better access
to her cove. I begin gently lapping at the shoreline, lightly splashing water
as I tongue her slit. She is wet from the lake and her own natural juices,
and as I continue licking, she becomes even wetter. Teasingly, I circle her
opening, occasionally dipping my tongue into her to pull out more of her
juice. She begins to respond to my actions with slight pushes of her hips,
encouraging me to find her sensitive areas, and I knead her buttocks in my
hands.
I search along the folds and find her love button. My tongue rakes back and
forth across the hood of her clit and her excitement builds. I love the taste
of her body and could eat her all day. Fortunately, she loves being eaten,
and would let me do so all day; but she likes giving pleasure as much as
receiving and I cannot last all day. However, that has never stopped us from
trying!
I continue my actions on her body, alternating deep thrusts of my tongue into
her folds with attacks to her clit. Pulling her loins against my face, I
extend my tongue as far into her as I can to lick the honey from the walls of
her pot. Her sweetness melts in my mouth.
I turn my attention to her clit and she replies by pressing up and onto my
probing tongue. Using rapid strokes, I toss her clit from side-to-side with
my tongue. Back and forth, then up and down, and finally in circles, I leave
no direction untried as I push her toward orgasm. The response of her body to
my actions only serves to encourage me and I assault her body with a
vengeance. I have but one goal in mind now - I want to make her cum.
It is difficult for me to control her movements and I know she must be close
to a climax. Again and again I lap at her clit, bringing her ever onward,
until she cannot stand it any longer. Her body begins to shudder as her
orgasm hits. Pulling her loins tight against my face, I dip into her slit to
feel the contractions with my tongue. I want to taste her cum. I lick and
suck at her, capturing the juices as they flow from within.
She begins to relax, but I continue licking and sucking. Finally satisfied
that I have drained her completely, I pull her into a standing position. My
prick, now a raging hard-on, stands away from my body. As she slides along my
torso, her thighs close around my rudder. The moonlight shimmers on the water
and lights her face. Brushing back the hair from her eyes, I stare into their
warmth. We both smile in satisfaction and kiss passionately.
Her thighs are warm and I cannot resist the urge to thrust my prick back and
forth between them. She reaches down between our bodies, grips my shaft, and
begins stroking. Her hand slides along the length of my cock, testing my
hardness. "I want you", she says, "I want to feel you in me."
To punctuate her statement she raises her hips, opens her legs, and wraps them
around my waist. Holding my prick, she presses forward and onto my cock. The
combination of her slippery sleeve, and her exceptional aim, results in a
direct hit. I sink deep into her sheath. We moan in unison as the mating is
completed and press our bodies tightly together.
We pause to allow the sparks of this first penetration to escape then begin
the rhythm of sex. Our bodies work together, sliding my rigid pole in and out
of the confines of her channel. Inserting.....deeply, then withdrawing.....
slowly, leaving only enough of my cock inside of her to maintain the union.
Gripping her buttocks I squeeze her further onto my erection and she allows
her legs to float upward in the water, providing me free access to her body.
The lake begins to churn in response to our love-making. The once quiet
waters ripple from one end of the lake to the other and back again. Like fish
spawning we continue our actions. Pushing....pulling....pushing again.
Inserting....withdrawing....inserting....withdrawing....inserting. Just as a
needle on a record gets stuck in a well-used groove, I, too, am stuck - in her
groove!
Holding her ass in my hands, I tilt her hips and pull my cock out, until just
the head is tucked in her folds. Driving fully into her I push the full
length of my cock into her, hitting the back wall of her vagina. The contact
causes us to moan. I withdraw my rod and attack her again. The feeling is
intense - for both of us.
Time and time again I plunge deep within her. The water cushions my actions
and washes around our bodies in a maelstrom. She lowers her legs, to increase
the pressure on my cock, and wraps them around my waist again. She rolls her
hips in response to the piston in her chamber and pushes her clit onto the top
of my prick.
We try to increase the speed of our motions but the water prevents us from
moving any faster. The slower pace does have its advantages, however. I have
the time to feel her inner walls gripping my shaft as I penetrate her sheath,
and she has the pleasure of feeling the full length hardness of my cock
rubbing against her clit.
We continue to fuck in the water, my cock sliding in...out...in...out...in;
deep....shallow....deep....shallow....deep; filling her sleeve with my prick,
pressing my cock into her and causing our pleasure to mount. I can feel the
build-up of pressure in my balls and I want to squirt my cum in her -- I want
her to cum again and again -- I want to feel her cum around my prick.
She begins pressing her clit even harder on my cock and I know she is ready to
cum. Her body twitches and jerks as her climax hits. Her orgasm is almost
violent and I can feel her vaginal walls close in around my prick, squeezing
my shaft as she cums.
A few more thrusts into her and my eruption begins. I grab her ass and pull
her as far onto my cock as I can to plant the first spurt as deeply inside her
as possible. Pressing into her for the second spurt, I try to place it next
to the first; firing my weapon at the target again and again, until my
ammunition is spent.
As our orgasms retreat, our tongues extend to meet again in passion. We are
probably not the first to have made love in these waters, and we will
certainly not be the last. But, for the time being, we have been the best.
And as stillness slowly returns to the lake, we can hear the waves we have
created quietly applauding on the shore.
CHAPTER TWO
THE SHOWER
(INTRO: This is the second part of a fantasy weekend retreat. In Part 1, we
arrived at the cabin, unpacked, and went for a moonlight swim in the lake. As
in all good fantasies, we made love in the water. The story continues...)
We reluctantly wade to the shore and retrieve our clothes, but we do not put
them on. We walk hand in hand, nude, through the trees and back to the cabin.
Our bodies still tingle from a combination of the act of love just completed
and the cool night air.
Upon arriving at the cabin, we toss our clothes onto a chair near the
fireplace. Our bodies are still damp and she is shivering slightly. She
decides to take a shower and heads for the bathroom. "How about a drink to
help warm you up?" I ask, heading for the kitchen.
"Sounds good" she replies, closing the door to the bath. I hear the water
running as I make us each a whiskey sour. The clock on the wall begins to
chime. Glancing at the clock, I notice the time - ten o'clock. We've been
here only two hours and already have begun acting like wild animals in heat.
It feels good.
A slight chill passed through me and broke my into thoughts. I realized I was
still naked and beginning to feel cold from the lake water. Carrying our
drinks, I headed for the bathroom and a warm shower.
I push open the door and a wave of steam rolls into the cabin. She is still
in the shower and I can barely discern her outline through the frosted glass
door of the shower. As the steam clears, my view improves. I can see the
profile of her body now. The smooth lines of her legs, the softly-rounded
area of her stomach, and the gentle curves of her breasts. The sight of her
in the shower begins the arousal process in me. I set the glasses on the
corner of the sink.
I watch her through the glass as she showers. Her hands slide gracefully
along her curves, lathering her body in the warm water. She has an exquisite
body, and she is aware of it. She has always been comfortable with her
sexuality, willing to explore and find what excites her. It is this knowledge
of herself that has made me the lover I am. By knowing what pleases her, she
is able to direct me so I can please her.
Pausing as she reaches her breasts, she cups them and smoothes her hands over
them. Softly she caresses their fullness and gently teases her nipples. She
tosses her head back and lets the shower water splash across her body. I see
her shifting her legs and I know she is getting excited. As my erection
grows, I fight the urge to jump in the shower with her. I continue to watch.
Leaving one hand to fondle her breasts, the other hand follows the water as it
runs down her body. Slowly, the hand crosses her stomach and approaches the
junction of her thighs. As her hand disappears between her legs, I hear a
soft sigh from the shower. I know from the sound that her hand has found its
mark.
Although the shower glass does not provide a clear view, I watch as she
massages her body. Slippery hands, gliding over the rolling contours and into
the hidden valleys of her body. Gentle hands, teasing her breasts and
pleasing the inner reaches of her vagina. I wish they were my hands.
My erection has grown into a full-fledged hard-on and it twitches with each
beat of my now-racing heart. I cannot resist the urge to grab it and stroke
it in time with her movements. She is not yet aware of my presence. We
continue to masturbate, she on one side of the glass door of the shower and me
on the other. As her hand increases in speed, so does mine, and we begin
building toward our fantasy orgasms.
I watch as she continues to massage her breasts and dip into her treasure
chest. Based upon the sounds coming from the shower, she must be rolling her
fingers over her clit. I can almost feel the soft, warm, folds of her sexual
lips as they envelope her fingers. Knowing her body as I do, I know she is
wet and juicy now, and her fingers are sliding effortlessly into her deeper
reaches.
The sounds coming from the shower increase in volume and tempo. I know she is
approaching an orgasm without me, but I don't care. I am in my own fantasy
world on the other side of the glass. I grip my prick and continue to
masturbate toward my own orgasm. Leaning back against the sink, I close my
eyes and remember our love-making in the lake. My hand continues its travels
up and down the length of my cock, stroking to the memory.
I don't know if I made a noise or if she just sensed someone in the room, but
she slides open the shower door and is greeted by the sight of me leaning
against the bathroom sink, jacking off. The sound of the shower door opening
causes me to stop in mid-stroke. I am more than a little embarrassed and my
erection begins to fade.
"You naughty boy," she teases, "you were watching me, weren't you?"
"Yes." There is little else I can say.
"Did it make you excited?" she asks. It seems to be a silly question in light
of my current state of erection.
"Well, what are we going to do about it?" Then, smiling, she says, "Why don't
you come in here and we can 'discuss it'."
As I step into the shower, she immediately reaches for my cock and begins
where I had left off. In just a stroke or two, she has me back at full
erection. As I close the door to the shower, I reach for her love nest.
Dipping my fingers inside, I find her still wet and slippery and my fingers
slide into her easily.
We press our bodies close together and my hard-on pokes into her stomach. She
tilts my prick upwards, towards her breasts, catching it between our bodies,
and continues stroking. Our lips meet in passion. We stand in the spray of
the shower masturbating each other.
Her hand is firmly gripping and stroking my cock, from the hairy base to the
soft crown and back again. With her free hand she reachess for my balls to
softly squeeze them and feel them roll in her hand. Despite our recent
activity at the lake, I have recharged and reloaded and am ready to shoot.
The feel of her hand around my cock, sliding up and down the shaft, is giving
me immense pleasure. As I begin building to a climax, I search for her clit
to return the favor. Because she had been masturbating in the shower longer
than I had been masturbating in the room, her clit is swollen with desire and
I easily tease her toward her peak.
We continue our rubbing and stroking motions on each other. As her hips begin
answering my probing fingers, my hips begin thrusting my prick through her
fingers. As I pick up the pace with my cock, she responds with her body. Up
and down her hand slides on my cock, in and out my fingers probe in her
sheath. Faster and faster our motions become, each trying to coax the cum from
the other.
Just as we are about to bring each other to a climax, she releases her grip on
me. She breaks our kiss and pushes my hand away. "No," she says, and turns
around, putting her back toward me.
"What's wrong?" I ask, and then realize what she is doing.
Placing her feet as wide apart as she can, she bends at the waist and grabs
the faucet handles in the shower. A very pleasant sight comes into view
between her legs and her action needs no further explanation.
Holding my cock in my hand, I move up behind her. I rub the full length of it
along her slit several times, mixing her lubrication with the juices that have
escaped from the tip of my cock. We are both so aroused that even this
simple action causes us to moan. I continue teasing her for a few strokes
before slipping the head of my prick inside her folds.
Slowly, I push forward and slide easily into her warm, wet, confines. Ever
onward travels my miniature miner, searching for the deepest regions of this
cavern he has discovered. The miner crawls along this tight-fitting path;
probing the sides, top, and bottom of the cave; until he reaches the end of
his shaft. I pause, allowing her body to adjust to the size of the intruder,
before retreating. Holding her hips steady, I begin the rhythm we both enjoy
so much.
As I pull my cock out, her sex lips grip me tightly and provide new
stimulation for her clit. I withdraw until only the head remains inside, then
reverse direction and plunge back into her warmth. In this position I can
watch my cock travel in and out of her body. I see her sex lips holding onto
my thickness and responding to our motion. The sight of my hard penis and her
soft lips drives me crazy and I begin moving faster.
I need to feel her body close to me, so I lean over and reach for her breasts.
I find them and tease her nipples into erection. As I roll the nipples
between my fingers I continue to probe her pussy with my prick. Cupping her
breasts in my hands, I feel their soft fullness and gently squeeze and caress
them with my palms. As I do so, I can feel her close herself around my cock
and realize her orgasm cannot be far behind.
My hands leave her breasts and travel across her stomach to her love box. My
fingers explore her junction, searching for her clit. I find it and begin
massaging her toward orgasm. I match the actions of my fingers to the
thrusting of our loins, pushing her closer and closer to a climax. I feel her
close around me even tighter and know she will come very soon.
Her climax is approaching rapidly now, and she pushes herself harder and
faster onto my cock. Plunging faster and faster into her body, I rub her clit
and press it against my pulsing prick. I feel my balls tighten as they get
ready to release their contents into her container. Faster and faster and
faster we move, until we reach our ultimate velocity. We simply cannot
possibly fuck any faster.
Suddenly, there is no turning back. My prick extends as far as it can into
her, my balls tighten and spray the first jet of cum into her box. Her orgasm
hits as she feels my cum paint her interior walls. The timing is incredible.
With each pulse of my prick I can feel the grip of her walls as we attain a
simultaneous orgasm.
As I deposit the last of my cum into her depths, my legs weaken. It is only
because of our position that I do not fall flat on my face in the shower.
Holding her closely, I continue to press her loins against mine as our orgasm
fades into memory.
Reluctantly, I remove my prick from her and allow her to stand. She turns to
face me and we embrace. The once-warm water begins to cool, but it does
nothing to quell our passion. Her hand reaches for my dwindling cock and she
gently squeezes and strokes it. For the time being, I have nothing left to
give her, but that does not diminish the pleasure I feel as she rubs my rod.
Realizing the water will not be getting any warmer, we wash each other
somewhat quickly, pausing to pay special attention to the "good parts". We
turn off the shower and step into the room. She grabs a couple of towels and
heads for the bedroom. I take the drinks and follow closely behind.
We dry ourselves as we sip our whiskey sours. Once dry, we wrap the towels
around our bodies and lie down on the bed. I move close to her and cradle her
head on my shoulder. As we lie there, finishing our drinks, we talk.
"It's really nice here the woods", she says. "Quiet, peaceful, romantic".
"Yes, it is," I reply. "It's just what we needed - some time alone - to
rediscover ourselves."
"And what have you discovered?" she asks.
"I've discovered what I knew all along", I answer, "I've discovered that I
love you, that I love making love to you."
"Must be something in the water", she teases, and we both laugh at the double
meaning of the statement.
As we laugh, the towel loosens around her. Her breasts peek out from the
edges of the towel. They are beautiful breasts; soft yet firm, nicely rounded
and full. Centered upon each mound is a circular brown aureole with a raised
nipple at the hub. I have always loved her breasts. I love to caress them,
to tease them, to suck on her nipples and feel them grow in my mouth.
Her nipples are slightly erect as they pop out from beneath the towel, and I
cannot resist the urge to fondle and kiss her breasts. Her chest heaves as
first contact is made. She pushes her breasts up into my face.
I kiss the perimeter of each breast, working from one to the other, climbing
each mountain toward its peak. As my kisses reach the summit, her body begins
shifting on the bed, and I know I am arousing her once again. My lips climb
down the mountains and begin a trip south.
Traveling down from her breasts, I kiss a large circle across her chest and
stomach, pushing the towel out of the way with my face. Reaching the crest of
her forest, I move around the edges to her thighs. Slowly, I work my way
along the top of her thigh to the knee. At the knee I move two inches inward
and begin a return route toward the junction of her thighs. Skirting the area
once again, I move along the other thigh in a similar manner. Twice more I
take the trip along her thighs, each time approaching closer and closer to the
center of her body.
With each passing journey her body responds, pressing her loins up into my
face as I pass by. The towel lay completely open now, as though I have just
unwrapped a gift. And I have. Peering into the center of her thighs, I see
the glistening of her sex lips, moist with anticipation. They are an open
invitation to explore the nether region of her body.
I continue kissing and licking around the edges of her, slowly working my way
toward the central target. Her hips rise and fall, pushing up in search of my
teasing tongue. I dance away from her each time, only to return and tease
again. Finally, to satisfy her longing and my taste buds, I allow her hips to
place the target at my disposal.
She lets out a controlled moan at the first contact of lips on lips and pushes
herself into my face. Extending my tongue, I lap at her now dripping bowl and
begin probing her slit. Her response is to press her loins onto my tongue.
Using my tongue as a spoon, I drag it along the length of her opening and lick
her juices. I love the taste of her. I could spend hours at her deli,
sampling the delights of her fruit. If only my tongue were longer. Then I
could delve deeply into her and taste the source of her sweetness.
Long, luscious licks of her love box only serve to improve the quality of her
offering. The taste of her is driving me crazy. I begin an assault on her
clit in an attempt to make her release more of her honey. I jab at her clit,
rolling it on the flat of my tongue, dragging it along the full length of my
tongue. Probing the edges of her lips, pulling the hood of her clit with my
lips, again and again I attack.
Concentrating first on the deeper reaches of her vagina, I dip my tongue far
inside her. Then I withdraw to circle her clit and lick her sex lips. Lapping
and tonguing at her cleft, I continue to coax her toward a climax. Around and
around I drive my tongue, licking, sucking, teasing, rolling, tasting her
free-flowing juices. I want her to come on my tongue. I want to taste the
juice from deep within her. I want to feel her clit grow and her walls close
around my tongue.
Her breathing is rapid and I can feel her orgasm approaching. I tongue her
faster and faster, concentrating more on her clit, and she thrusts her body up
into my face. Her hips are tossing on the bed and I struggle to maintain
contact. Her hands go to my head to direct me for the final assault as her
orgasm hits.
Her body heaves as she climaxes in wave upon wave of satisfaction. Her hips
press upward onto my probing tongue and she releases the flood gates from deep
within her well. I continue lapping and licking at her, attempting to gather
as much of her juice as possible. I press my lips over her sex lips and suck
at her cup as her orgasm subsides. Finally assured her climax is complete, I
lick her inner thighs and her outer lips for any remaining sweetness. Her
sexual lips are swollen in a combination of desire and satisfaction. I gently
kiss them in thanks for theeir contribution to my taste buds and slowly begin
the trip back up her body.
Reaching her breasts, I softly suckle them and caress the fully-extended
nipples with my tongue. The hard tips poke at my tongue and I know I have
pleased her. Her breathing begins to return to normal and she softly sighs in
satisfaction. Her legs twitch in the afterglow of her orgasm and she presses
her thighs together as several aftershocks strike.
Arriving at her lips, I kiss her passionately and hold her closely. There
seems to be a glow over her entire body and a look of ultimate pleasure upon
her face. I am satisfied that I have done well.
I turn onto my back and lie next to her. Her mind clears and she raises up
onto an elbow and peers into my eyes.
"That was great!", she says, "But what about you?" Looking down, she sees my
cock poking up under the towel. Reaching down, she gropes my tool through the
terry teepee. As she kisses my lips she pushes aside the towel, freeing my
pole.
Gripping my prick in her hand, she begins kissing my body. She elects to take
a direct route and works her way down my body in a straight line, crossing my
chest and stomach and arriving quickly at her goal. She tilts my prick up
away from my body and slips the head into her mouth. We groan in unison as
her lips close around the satiny crown of my prick.
She looks up at me with her soft brown eyes and begins feeding the shaft into
her mouth. More and more of me disappears, until her mouth is stuffed with my
hardness. Holding her lips tight around the shaft, she raises her head and
withdraws my cock. She strokes my throbbing cock and licks her lips as she
stares into my eyes.
"How's that?", she asks. "Do you like that?" (What a question!!)
"You bet!", I reply, as my hard-on increases by two sizes.
She continues to stare into my face to see the pleasure as she opens her mouth
and devours my cock again. Once more she stuffs her mouth full of my cock and
then withdraws it. Her tongue lashes out and she laps at the head, swirling
her tongue around and around the crown. She strokes my length and squeezes
the shaft. As she licks and kisses the head, her lips and tongue become
coated with my grease. Her eyes close as she licks my slippery cockhead and
her lips.
The sight of her enjoying my cock excites me even more and I begin pumping
through her hand. Her hand tightens around my cock to hold me still. Her
grip makes it clear this is to be her blow job, and I am not going to do
anything but enjoy it. Suits me just fine!
She holds my cock and licks along the shaft to my balls. Reaching the sac,
she tickles them with her tongue and strokes my shaft. She lifts my balls
with her hand and gently sucks them. In spite of our earlier encounters, they
seem to be full of cum again. Returning her attention to my cock, she again
licks her way along the shaft to the head.
Once again slipping my erect organ into her mouth, she begins a sliding motion
up and down my length. As her mouth engulfs my prick, her tongue wraps around
the shaft, working me into a frenzy. The combination of her saliva and my
juice allows my cock to slide back and forth between her lips with virtually
no resistance. She is no longer looking into my eyes, electing instead to
concentrate on the hard cock in her mouth.
My prick continues pistoning up and down between the oval of her lips and she
cups my balls, coaxing the cum from them. As I watch her head bob on my
prick, I feel the pressure building as I near eruption. I am just itching to
shoot in her mouth.
I always love it when she sucks me off, and I think she enjoys it as well. The
feeling of a hard cock gliding in and out of her mouth, back and forth over
her tongue; the knowledge that she is giving tremendous pleasure to the one
she loves; the same basic reasons (with a change of equipment) that I love
giving her head. She speeds up her actions on my member, releasing my balls
to devote full attention to my pending orgasm.
Faster and faster she plunges my cock in and out of her mouth, relying solely
on her lips and tongue to bring me off. She grabs my cock at the base to
keep it pointed straight at her mouth for the final attack. Her head becomes
a blur at my loins as she goes after my climax.
"I'm gonna cum," I warn. I can no longer hold back the urge to assist in my
orgasm, and I begin thrusting into her warm mouth.
She feels my cock swell as it loads up to shoot. Having come twice tonight,
the first release is a gentle spurt, landing softly on her tongue. She holds
my prick lightly in her hand, almost as if she were taking my pulse. And, in
a way, she is - her fingertips can detect every convulsion of my erupting
cock; and each convulsion is followed by a squirt of juice that spreads across
her tongue. She milks the cum from my cock; sucking and squeezing the shaft
to pull it all from my balls.
In a matter of moments my orgasm is over. My prick begins to go limp in her
mouth and the cum stops flowing. She licks my cock clean and eventually
release my softening prick from her lips. Climbing back up my body, her lips
meet mine in another passionate embrace.
"Any chance of getting it up again tonight?" she asks, hopefully.
"I'd love to, but you have completely drained me."
"That's okay" she says. "We have all weekend. Let's get some sleep." She
lays her head on my chest and presses her warm body close to mine.
"All weekend" I think, "I don't know if I can take it!"
Chapter Three "MORNING"
Daybreak arrives too quickly. The bedroom seems to glow, lit by the morning
sun filtering through the trees. I awake slowly from a wonderful dream - a
dream filled with sexual encounters of the best kind. As I lay in the morning
reverie, I become aware of a presence in bed with me. The presence is her -
under the sheets inspecting my penis. Not wanting to disturb her, I continue
to lay quietly while she is at work.
Her body is at right angles to mine. I can't see what she is doing, but I can
feel it. I feel her breath on the hairs of my leg. Hovering over my penis,
she gingerly touches it with her fingertips; rolling it over to inspect the
underside. My penis lies there, limp, against my leg; not yet responding to
her attention.
She once told me how curious it was that something so small and soft could
become something so large and hard. And how she delighted in holding and
sucking on my limp cock and feeling it grow in her hand and mouth.
She continues her inspection - lifting and looking, tracing the veins, feeling
for the bumps and ridges that give her such pleasure. Moving closer, she
places a gentle kiss on the head and watches for a reaction. (It takes all my
concentration to prevent an erection) Seeing none, she kisses the head again
and follows with several kisses along the shaft. As she continues to fondle
and kiss me, I can no longer resist and I respond with the beginning of an
erection.
She moves even closer, directly over my member, and places the head in her
mouth. She begins to gently suck on me and my cock grows steadily. At this
early stage she can get the whole thing in her mouth. She rolls me around her
mouth, licking with her tongue and sucking ever stronger. My cock swells and
rapidly fills the available space, pushing against the back of her mouth and
beyond the ability of her lips to contain me.
With my erect penis filling her mouth, she adjusts her position under the
sheets and is now kneeling at my side. Once comfortable, she begins sliding
her lips up and down my shaft. Surely she must realize I am awake, but she
continues to concentrate on my erection. Gripping my hardness with her lips,
she travels the length of my cock, pausing occasionally at the peak to swirl
her tongue around the head.
Holding my prick at the base, she removes her lips and begins licking and
kissing the sides. She places her hand on the top of my shaft and slides her
tongue along the underside, matching her tongue strokes with her hand.
Cradling my cock in her hand, she closes her lips around me; running along the
length of my cock as though it were an ear of corn. Her hand closes around the
stiff rod and strokes in time with her lips.
Returning to the head, she swirls her tongue around the crown and dives on my
erection to maintain its firmness. The action of her lips, mouth, and tongue
now have my full attention and I can no longer resist. I begin to rotate my
hips upward into her grasp, formally notifying her that I am awake. I push
back the sheets just as she is again stuffing my cock back in her mouth.
She releases her lip-lock on my throbbing member but continues stroking. "Good
morning" she says. "Did I wake you?"
I don't bother to answer and reach for her body. Sliding my hands down her
back to her buttocks, I cup the soft roundness of her cheeks and dip my
fingers into the valley between them. Following the natural path established
by her body, I arrive at my destination to find her well lubricated. Upon
feeling my fingers, she raises her ass to offer free access.
Using subtle hand signals, I pull her body around so I can get at her, raising
her leg and maneuvering underneath her. There, staring me in the eye, is her
treasure chest. I gently pull her down onto my face and open the lid with my
tongue. I begin licking her morning dew and searching for the buried treasure
within.
Her hand closes around my cock as my tickling tongue lashes out at her. She
presses her body down onto my face and I dip even farther into her. She
returns her mouth to my prick and we engage in some mutual munching in the
morning.
I begin to concentrate my actions on her clit, attempting to bring her to a
level of excitation equal to mine. She rotates her hips on my face and mouth
to direct my attention to the appropriate areas. Each time I hit the mark, she
responds by gobbling my root and squeezing with her lips and hand.
I reach for her breasts and cup one in each hand; gently squeezing, fondling,
and rolling their fullness. I catch the nipples between my fingers and tease
them into erection. Stroking, rolling, squeezing, teasing; my hands continue
manipulating her breasts as I eat her.
She is now supporting her body with her hands, using only her mouth and lips
to excite me. I have grown as full and hard as I am going to get. Her hair
bounces lightly as she continues plunging up and down on my cock. At the
other end, I am lapping at her gash and nibbling her clit.
She pops my prick out of her lips and rolls onto her back, pulling her
sweetness from my mouth. She turns her body around, placing her head on the
pillow, and spreads her legs in an open invitation. Not one to miss an
opportunity, I move between her legs. Her sexual lips are slightly spread and
pouting. The dew from within coats them and they glisten in the sunlight. As
she pulls her knees up, her lips open wider. She reaches for my cock, guiding
me into her warmth. I enter easily and as we press our bodies together our
lips and tongues meet.
Her kisses are always so expressive. Even a routine kiss goodbye is an
adventure. Whenever we kiss in passion, our tongues meet and exchange mouths.
It is little wonder that we usually end up in bed when we kiss. When we make
love, our kisses match our movements, adding to our excitement. Today is no
exception. Each time I push my prick into her pussy, I toss my tongue at her
tonsils; every time she rotates her rump at my rod, she licks my larynx with
her lavalier.
Sliding my cock in and out of her sheath, I sense she is nearing an orgasm.
With each probing plunge she gets closer to the edge. Her sleeve grips my
shaft as she comes and her hips grind up onto my member. Our lips disengage
as the orgasm rolls through her body. She presses her loins tightly against
mine, pushing her exploding clit onto my prick. Wave after wave of bliss
rockets through her entire body.
Her orgasm only serves to entice me into more action and I continue plunging
into her. As the first climax begins to subside, I sense the beginnings of a
second and she pushes her pelvis even harder against me. I direct my cock into
a position which puts it into better contact on her clit. With each stroke,
her next orgasm builds and she soon comes again.
I wait until her shuddering ceases, then withdraw from her quivering quim. I
pull her over onto her stomach and she raises onto her knees. I point my
pecker at her slit and press forward, sinking fully into her depths. With
each thrust I pause to rotate my prick inside her sleeve. She reaches down
between her legs to massage my balls as they slap against her clit.
Her fingers are coaxing the cum from me and she tickles my tool as we fuck.
Gripping her buttocks, I hold her steady as I glide in and out of her. Her
fingers find her clit and she begins to aid my efforts for her third orgasm.
As her climax builds, she tilts her hips to apply more pressure on my cock. I
can feel the sap rising from my balls and begin driving harder into her.
Pushing deeply into her body with each stroke, I go after my own pleasure
release. She feels my balls begin to tighten for their launch and she gently
supports them as the rocket is loaded. My explosion begins and jet after jet
of cum spurts into her. Feeling my cock twitching in her love nest takes her
over the edge and she comes again.
I pull out of her when my prick has emptied its contents into her container.
She quickly spins around and stuffs my dwindling prick into her mouth and
begins licking and sucking. Her action keeps me hard and I maintain a useful
erection. She rolls me onto my back and continues administering mouth to cock
resuscitation.
Satisfied that I am not going to go soft on her, she swings a leg over my
midsection, slips into the saddle and begins riding. She starts with a gentle
trot, rocking back and forth on the horn. As she rocks, my prick slaps inside
her. She places her hands on my chest and leans forward, trying to increase
the feeling on her clit.
Without losing contact, she turns her body around and faces away from me. As
she rocks on my cock, her clit slides along the shaft and another orgasm
builds. She reaches down and fondles my balls as she fucks me. With each
forward motion, the palm of her hand rubs her love button and adds to her
pleasure.
Reaching from behind her I massage her breasts. Her nipples are fully
extended and press into my palms. She leans back but discovers this decreases
the intensity of our contact so she leans forward, supporting herself by
placing her hands on my knees, and presses onto my pole. She raises up along
my hardness and then lowers herself on the full length, rubbing her clit along
the underside of my cock, stimulating her and coaxing her climax.
I am able to watch my prick disappear into her folds as she raises and lowers
her body. Her sex lips suck on my shaft as she rises up and push on my pole as
she descends. Our bodies make a slight slurping sound as the cum from our
earlier orgasms is squeezed out of her sheath. Our love juice coats my cock
and foams as we fuck.
Her ride turns into a gallop as she thrusts herself onto me. The ride takes
her up and down and back and forth in the saddle. With each motion, she
presses her loins against mine in a frenzy. She pushes herself to the limit,
going for another orgasm. In and out I plunge, up and down she rides, until
her climax takes over. Her body convulses again and again as she rides her
orgasm across the finish line.
Lifting off my still-raging prick, she rolls onto her back and spreads herself
wide open. I lift her legs and hold her knees with my elbows. My slippery cock
slides easily past her dripping lips and into her body and I begin drilling
her well. My cum coated cock drives in and out of her, and our bodies squish
together with each thrust.
I feel the stirrings of an eruption and pull out of her. Lowering her legs, I
move up her body and place my prick on her chest. I gently cup her breasts,
pressing them around my cock, and begin thrusting back and forth between them.
As I push forward, the tip of my tool approaches her lips. She tilts her head
down, trying to capture my member on the forward strokes. I move closer and
continue fucking her breasts.
The juice from my cock coats her breasts and I slide easily between them. I
can now reach her open lips and she tongues the tip each time I approach. I
push fully forward and she closes her lips around the crown. She licks and
sucks greedily on me and I return to moving between her breasts.
I am far enough up her body that each stroke takes me into her waiting mouth.
She reaches for my cock and pulls me into her mouth, sucking and licking all
the while. She grabs my ass and begins pushing and pulling me into her throat.
It is clear what she wishes me to do.
I lean forward over her head so my cock is pointed straight down her throat.
With her hands directing me, I probe her mouth with my prick. An orgasm is
imminent now and my increased motion tips her off to that fact. She grabs my
rod and begins stroking rapidly. With one hand she lifts my balls; with the
other she strokes my hardness; and with her tongue she laps at the crown of my
cock.
Her efforts are soon rewarded and I cum. When the first drops eject onto her
waiting tongue, she closes her mouth around me and sucks hard. She releases
her lips, but her hand continues coaxing my cum. Her hand becomes coated with
my love juice and her tongue lashes out to lick at the fruits of her labor.
She sucks me deep into her mouth to savor the remnants of our copulation and
to attempt to retain my erection. This time she is not as successful.
I withdraw from her lips and climb back down her body. Our lips meet in
renewed passion and we lick each other clean. Our loins are numb from this
encounter and we both seem totally satisfied - for the moment. Our bodies
continue to generate heat and I press my spent body into hers.
Basking in the afterglow of our love-making, we continue to kiss and cuddle.
The morning sun has now set the room ablaze in light, but it pales in
comparison to the fire which burned between us just moments ago. In the
distance, the kitchen clock chimes eight times. The day has just begun!
End - Chapter Three - "The Lust Weekend"
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