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What they did one rainy afternoon
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There was tension in the air; tension between us. Distant
thunder jangled our nerves; a storm was brewing. "Get your pants
off." she said with quiet urgency; "I want you in my mouth." Her
last kisses had been particularly passionate, her excitement inflamed
me.
My shirt was already unbuttoned, she had been rubbing her hands
over my chest, her fingers massaging the muscles as they quivered
with my ragged breathing. I stripped off my pants, my eyes followed
her fingers as they flew down the front of her blouse, exposing the lush
fullness of her breasts. Breasts that quivered as she slid her
slacks down, lifting each leg in turn to free her ankles. "Let me do
that," she said as I reached for my shorts. She knelt in front of
me, her hands moving down my stomach, around to my hips.
Her thumbs caught the material; tugging downward, she exposed my
ass. Her hands slid around to the front, easing the fabric over my
stiffness. With one hand she firmly grasped my cock, she slid my
shorts down my legs with the other.
She shook back the black wave of hair concealing her face and,
running her hand up my thigh to my ass, leaned forward and touched
the head of my cock with the tip of her extended tongue. Her small
hand squeezed my ass and shivers ran through me. Warm lips closed
over the head of my cock, then retreated. "Let's move over to the
bed," she whispered.
She moved up beside me, her nipples hard against my chest.
I moved backward and she followed closely, keeping her arm around
my neck. She bent with me as I lay back against the pillows, careful
to hold her breasts against me, lest I forget their soft warmth. Her
breath flowed over my cheek, soft lips against mine. Below I could
feel her legs against mine, my thigh pressing upward into the soft
curls of her mound. Slowly she slipped downward, her hands touching
my ribs, my stomach, my hips. Her hands circled inward and once
again I felt her firm grasp. She formed a circle with her thumb and
index finger around the base of my cock, another circle with her
other hand. Holding one hand still, she stroked upward with the
other. I felt myself expand, filling her hands. She turned her face
up to me, her eyes twinkling in the dim light.
The sounds of gentle rain filtered into the room as she lowered
her lips to my cock. Warm hands cradled my balls, the wetness of her
mouth engulfed me. She sucked strongly, raising her head slowly, her
tongue wrapped around the underside of my cock. She paused for a
moment, licking me inside her mouth. Up and down, she caressed my
swollen length with her lips. I could feel the contrast between the
warmth of her mouth and the coolness outside it. One hand gently
stroked my balls...the other rubbed slowly across the tense muscles
of my stomach.
The rain increased, drowning out the sound of my ragged breathing.
She shifted her body, pressed her breasts against my leg. I began
to thrust my cock up into her, wanting more of her. She slipped
her hand beneath me, cupping my buttocks. Again I felt her grasp,
then as she stroked the slick shaft with her hand, she continued to
move her lips back and forth over the head. The room had grown dark.
She paused in her sucking, her hand still stroking. Quietly, breath-
lessly, she coaxed me. Stroke..."Come for me darling," stroke..."Come,
angel," stroke..."Come in my mouth," stroke... "Let me taste you,"
stroke...
Again her lips enclosed me, and as she sucked, it felt as if my
life was flowing out of me, into her mouth. My orgasm shook me. Five
separate, intense spasms passed through me; at each spurt she murmured
softly. Her hand stroked, her mouth sucked, she emptied me. I
lay exhausted, panting. She kissed my cock one last time, then
slid herself up my body. Her arms went around my neck, mine around
her waist. She slipped her leg over my hip and pressed her pelvis
against me. With her breasts firmly against my chest, she pressed
her moist lips to my ear and whispered, "My turn..."
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