anniversary

[kittykateater]

Hope you all are having a great love life. Here's how my wife and I spent last weekend! Hope you're having fun too.

KKE the KittyKatEater



"What do you want for our anniversary," I asked her in bed one night about a month ago. She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard. Passionately. Then soft, sweet kisses. We must have kissed about 100 times that night. Some soft, gentle, kisses. Some hard, shove-your-tongues-down-each-other's-throat kisses.
"I have what I want!" she smiled, her eyes twinkling as she gazed soulfully, lovingly into my own eyes. "Mmmm, your kisses!"
"Not lingerie?"
"I have so much you've bought me already!"
"Not jewelry?"
"I hardly wear much. Just earrings. And I have lots of nice ones already. Thanks to you, sweetie!" she kissed about 20 more times.
"No expensive gift at all this year?"
"We have a luxurious car. And a spacious house. I don't want anything else expensive. I don't need it! And in this economic depression, I'd rather save our money. Don't buy me anything this year. OK, honey?"
"So all you want this year is kisses?"
Her hand reached down into my shorts as she giggled, "Well, that's not all I want!"
"Oh?" I groaned.
"I want cock!" she moaned. "Lots and lots of hard, throbbing cock! I want your cock!"
"And that will make you happy for our anniversary?"
She knelt over me and took a long, slow lick up my cock-shaft.
"That will make me very, very happy!"
See? She’s so easy to shop for. I don't have to buy her a thing. Only two items on her gift list for our anniversary this year. "Hot kisses. And hard cock." I planned to give her all she wanted of both gifts!
The very next day, a brochure arrived in the mail, from a resort located right on our favorite lake. They were promoting a lover's weekend special. A boat ride on the lake. An elegant, romantic brunch. A stage show at a high-rise hotel. And a honeymoon cabin with an in-room Jacuzzi. Best of all, this package deal, although a slight financial stretch for us, won't blow our monthly budget. We can afford this trip and still pay our bills. If we don't eat out for the next month.
I asked my wife if she wanted to go there for our anniversary.
"Is that where you plan to give me the two presents I asked for this year?" she grinned.
We decided we've both been working way too hard lately. We need this romantic weekend getaway together.
We left home after work on Friday night. In some ways, that was a mistake. The road to the lake is narrow and winds over a mountain for 30 miles. This road is treacherous enough in broad daylight. After dark, it’s a miserable drive. But taking turns driving, somehow we made it.
Friday night we stayed in an inexpensive motel. And promptly fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Saturday morning we awakened refreshed. We headed to the resort, and picked-up our tickets for the boat ride. It’s a 55-foot catamaran that takes you all the way around the lake on a slow two-hour cruise. We were one of five couples aboard. Each couple, including us, snuggled with their partner while enjoying the beautiful scenery and listening to our tour-guide explain the history of the area and point out interesting landmarks. “Happy anniversary,” I kissed my wife.
Whenever the tour-guide took a break in her narration, each couple took the opportunity to enfold their arms around each other and to passionately kiss. My wife and I were as shameless in our public displays of affection as any of the other couples. I don’t think any of us were watching the beautiful scenery much.
Back on land, we stopped at a rustic but charming little restaurant for a better-than-average lunch. “Happy anniversary,” I told my wife again.
Then we checked into our resort. It was now about 2 PM.
The resort is billed as a romantic couples retreat. Every wall, and the ceiling, is mirrored. A big Jacuzzi for two occupies nearly half the room. Next to the Jacuzzi is a shower with two sprays, open on two sides, plenty big enough for two people to shower together. In the center of the room, a huge TV hangs from the ceiling, and swivels in any direction, so a couple can watch erotic movies together from the bed, the shower, or the Jacuzzi.
The movie was the usual unromantic X-rated crap. Boy meets girl with surgically-enhanced boobies. Girl sucks boy. Boy fucks girl. Boy and girl show they care absolutely nothing whatever about each other, these actors are so obviously fucking just for the money the movie producer pays them for the scene. Second girl thinks it looks like fun—she’s the only person who thinks so—and joins them. Not sexy, not at all romantic. Nevertheless, seeing these admittedly-beautiful naked bodies writhing together got us both in a playful mood. So we filled the Jacuzzi, turned on the jets, stripped each other naked, and climbed in. We kissed and caressed. “Happy anniversary, baby,” we said in unison.
We both lay back and relaxed and let the swirling, bubbling water ease and soothe our work-stressed bodies. When the water started to cool, we shut off the jets, toweled each dry, and dressed in our naughty, sexy outfits we’d brought with us.
She wore a sheer white baby-doll with a built-in purple silk bra. It features peekaboo cut-outs around her big, hard nipples, with little white lace bows tied above each nipple. The bottom hem of the baby-doll hangs open like an unbuttoned shirt, just above her beautiful, sweet, delightful, delectable pussy. She paired this wispy white baby-doll with the tiniest, sheerest white lace panties.
“You’re so sexy!” I whispered to her.
“You like it?” she cooed. “Happy anniversary, baby!”
I slipped into a black fishnet G-string that hides absolutely nothing. It features an exaggerated brass zipper all the way up the front. The entire front pouch, except for that zipper, is very loose-weave fishnet. The back is the thinnest spaghetti string up my ass.
When my wife saw what I was almost wearing, she let out a loud wolf whistle. “You look good enough to eat!” she giggled in that sexy way of hers, that’s guaranteed to stiffen a man’s cock on just hearing her giggle.
“Happy anniversary, baby!” I told her. “I’m glad you like the gift-wrapping!”
We climbed into bed and simply held each other for a while. We kissed softly, then with increasing passion. We slowly, lovingly, teasingly ran our hands all over each other’s bodies, stopping our gentle love-play occasionally to admire each other’s nearly-naked bodies from every angle in the wall and ceiling mirrors.
I kissed the side of her neck, causing her to purr contentedly. I kissed deep inside her cleavage. I kissed and sucked and nibbled at her nipples right through her peekaboo cut-outs, until her nipples were so hard, pointing and jutting so proudly up toward the mirrored ceiling.
“Mmmm!” she purred. “Thank you for giving me the first present I asked for. Lots and lots of kisses.”
“Happy anniversary, baby!” I repeated.
I playfully rubbed a finger up and down along the front of her tiny panties. Then my finger playfully plowed the white lace into her pretty little pussy. Her sexy, curvy hips began to slowly, seductively sway on the bed as she began to moan very softly. I looked up at the mirrored ceiling, enjoying the unusual angle view of her pussy with the delicate lace and my finger plowed up into her.
Her arms encircled my neck and she pulled my face down to kiss me. Gently at first, but then with an ever-more-ferocious hunger. Her tongue insistently slid into my mouth, and my tongue happily greeted hers.
Squirming on the bed, her moans grew louder. Her hand reached inside my black G-string, and her fingers playfully encircled my cock.
“Uh-uh!” I laughed. “Not time to open your second present yet!”
“But I wanna unwrap that present!” she pouted. But her pout quickly disappeared when I slipped her panties to one side, and I slid my fingers directly into her juicy slit now. She squirmed more frantically now, and her moans grew louder.
“Would you please kiss my pussy?” she asked softly, sweetly. “In that wonderful way that only you know how to do?”
“I thought you’d never ask!” I grinned. If I could do only one thing from now until the end of eternity, it would be to eat my wife’s delicious pussy. Endlessly. Constantly. So her sweet request was music to my ears!
I slid way down along the mattress of the giant king-sized bed. She slowly spread her thighs wide apart, and I eagerly slid my head between them. I kissed all over her soft, smooth, creamy thighs, while sliding her skimpy panties back over her pussy. I then kissed the very front of her white lace panties. I could already taste and smell her horniness right through her delicate lacy panties. My tongue now slid the delicate wispy lace into her, and she let out a very loud moan. Her thighs pressed tight and hard against my ears, squeezing my head and drawing my face down tighter against her panties.
I pushed her panties aside again, and planted a sweet kiss directly on her pussy lips. She began to tremble and shudder, and her moaning grew yet louder. I slipped my tongue inside her pussy, reveling at the feel and the taste of the gathering moisture along her inner walls.
As tiny as her sheer white lace panties were, they were simply in the way now. I started to slide them down off of her, and she helpfully raised her legs so I could slowly, teasingly, tauntingly skim her panties down off of her. Watching her panties skim down her legs was an absolutely breath-taking sight! I pushed aside both ends of the high hemline of her wispy baby-doll, which just barely reached down to her pubic hair and didn’t hide any of her pussy at all from my admiring eyes and loving mouth.
I kissed and stroked her thick, dark bush. I kissed clockwise all the way around her pussy lips. I took a long, slow lick along her inner walls, up along her G-spot, then withdrawing outward along her clit. Her clit gently pulsed and throbbed against my lips and tongue. I slowly licked up along her G-spot and her clit, taking my time, slowly heating her up, slowly building her passion, thoroughly enjoying the sight, the scent, the feel, the taste of her against my mouth. And enjoying most of all, the soft moans of her obvious enjoyment.
“You lick me better than any other man ever has!” she moaned, her whole body trembling now.
I sucked her hard little nub of a clit up past my lips. I began nibbling in that very gentle, playful way that I know always sends her into ecstasy. “Happy anniversary!” came my muffled moan against her sweet naked pussy.
“Ohhhh!” she moaned. “You’re so good to me!”
“Happy anniversary, baby!” I moaned even more loudly, licking her a little faster now.
Watching, listening to, feeling, smelling, and tasting her ever-increasing excitement now, my cock began to throb into long, thick, hardness. Her pleasure was my enjoyment too, now. I was so hard, so horny, I really wanted to fuck the hell out of my wife! But first I wanted, I needed, her pussy juices to flood my mouth, to thoroughly soak my face. So I moved in for the kill. With my tongue licking and swirling all over her throbbing clit, I sucked her entire clit up into my mouth and nibbled hungrily.
Her luscious round ass bucked high up off the bed. Her hips swayed. Her breathing grew rapid and ragged. I could actually hear her heart pounding. She slammed her pussy hard up against my face. Then, shuddering from head to toe, she literally squirted her sweet, tangy, delicious love nectar onto my lips, onto my tongue, onto my chin. I licked and licked with such passion, such hunger, as she continued to tremble, shake, shudder, moan…and come! My lips felt positively smeared in her juices, and I could feel her sweet pussy nectar dribbling down my chin. And still I wanted to taste more! My mouth was so greedy for her taste now!
I peered over my shoulder, up at the mirrored ceiling. Her juices were glistening all over my mouth! It was the most wonderful sight, one I hope I’ll never forget!
“I’m so horny!” she moaned. “So hungry. Hungry for cock! Hungry for your hard cock!”
“My cock is so hard for you!” I moaned.
She desperately reached into my black fishnet G-string, stuffing her hand down into my skimpy garment up to her wrist. I pulsed and throbbed frantically against her palm and fingers.
“Mmmmm!” she moaned. “I need that in me! I need all of that in me!”
“Come unwrap the second present you asked for. The second present I promised you.”
“Oh?” she teased. “And just what present is that?
I clasped her hand in mine, and together we practically ripped my G-string in our desperate haste to get it off of me. Her hand encircled my cock and pumped it furiously. Which was completely unnecessary, as I was already hard enough to smash concrete!
“Now I remember!” she giggled sexily. “I asked you for hard cock, right?”
“I believe your exact words were ‘lots and lots of hard, throbbing cock,’” I laughed.
She giggled sexily and seductively. Then she pumped my cock even more frantically in her hand, while she moaned hungrily. “Looks like you’re more than ready to deliver on that second present now, sweetie! Mmmmm! ‘Lots and lots of hard, throbbing cock!’”
“I need to fuck the hell out of you!” I moaned.
“That’s great!” she groaned. “Cuz I need your hard cock to completely stuff my hungry pussy now.”
I started to slowly slip my thick, pulsing, achingly-hard cock into her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh, YES!” she moaned. “Stiff cock my pussy!” My wife is the only woman I’ve ever known who uses “stiff cock” as verb like that, as a synonym for “fuck.” It’s just one of the many, many charming and endearing things about her!
She squeezed and squeezed and squeezed her pussy muscles so tight around me, drawing my cock down into her faster and deeper. When I felt my balls pressing up against her dewy pussy lips, I pushed and thrust down even harder, as if trying to jam my balls down into her along with my shaft. She moaned even louder, even more lustfully and passionately.
I drew back out of her. Quickly. Until only the very tip of my cock-head remained in her.
She pressed her feet hard into my ass, and pushed down mightily. I felt my cock slip down very rapidly against her tight, slick, and slippery inner walls.
“Yes!” she cried out. Oh, YES! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, honey. FUCK me!”
I began to slam and bang my way in and out of her. Frantically. Furiously. I was thrusting and throbbing like there’s no tomorrow. “Hap...py…anni…anni…VER…sary!” I panted.
“Oh, YES!” she screamed. “BANG my walls! Give me the present I asked you for. Oh, stiff cock me, baby!”
“I’m so horny!” I moaned as I slammed my way in and out of her tight, warm, moist pussy. I pressed my body up a little bit higher, so my cock would rub hard against her throbbing clit on each and every in-and-out stroke.
“Me too!” she shrieked. “I’m so horny!” she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and she dug her feet even harder into my ass. “Give it to me! Give me the present you promised me. Lots and lots of hard, throbbing cock!”
“Your pussy is so tight! So good!” I groaned as I thrust and slammed and banged my way in and out of her tight, juicy slit now. “Ssssoooo good!”
“Your cock is so hard!” she moaned, trembling. “So wonderful!”
“I want to feel you come!” I shouted. “All over my hard cock!”
“Whatever you want, baby! It’s your anniversary, too!” she groaned, as her pussy contracted even tighter around me. “Ohhhhh!” she moaned, slamming her sexy naked body hard up against me. Her whole body shuddered as she thoroughly coated my shaft with her warm pussy-cream.
“Come in me, baby!” she practically shrieked in my ear. My cock throbbed and flared, thrusting deeper and harder into her. And then I exploded more powerfully than I have in at least a month. Her feet pressed still harder into my ass, and her quivering pussy clamped down even tighter around me. I throbbed again. And I came again! Amazingly, it felt like an even more powerful explosion than the first time!
“Happy anni-VER-sary, baby!” we both shouted and moaned.
I collapsed on top of her. I hungrily kissed her mouth, her neck, her cleavage, her nipples. All while pulsing and throbbing deep inside of her. And sending another dribble of my come deep inside of her, every time my cock throbbed.
“After eight years,” I kissed her passionately, feverishly, “I love you more now than ever!”
“Oh, I just love you sssooo much!” she moaned. “You’re so good to me, baby!”
“Happy anniversary, baby!” we both purred contentedly, holding each other warmly, tenderly, in each other’s arms. I glanced up at the mirrored ceiling again, admiring our naked bodies wrapped around each other, sparkling white pools of come glistening all over both of us.
Now it was 5:30 P.M. We had been involved in our love-play for 3-1/2 hours! It was time for a shower together, soaping each other’s bodies up all over, and helpfully washing the come off of each other. Then get dressed-up and drive the 5 miles to the high-rise hotel, where we had tickets awaiting us to a see a combined magic and comedy show. Which we both thoroughly enjoyed.
Then back to our resort to kiss each other’s naked bodies all over until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Bright and early Sunday morning, she grinned at me. “I’ve been watching your naked body in the ceiling mirror. It looks so irresistible!”
I glanced up at the ceiling, at both our naked bodies lying face-up on the bed. “Your body looks much better than mine!” I laughed.
“You were so good to me last night, baby!” she smiled. “You deserve a reward!”
“Tasting your sweet pussy was more than reward enough to me!” I smiled. I swore I could almost still taste her sweet nectar on my lips!
“I want to do this for you. And for me!” she smiled. “Just lie back and enjoy now!”
She must have kissed my balls about 50 times. Then she licked them at least that many times.
“Happy anniversary, baby!” she cooed lustily.
Her tongue took a long, slow, swirling lick up my shaft. Then she returned to my balls and kissed her way up my shaft this time. Then she licked up my shaft, then kissed…licked then kissed. She alternated like that maybe 30, 40 times, as I pulsed and throbbed madly, wildly against her beautiful loving face. All while she repeatedly wished me a happy anniversary.
“I want to suck your cock!” she moaned, opening her lips wide and slipping her mouth downward, ever downward, over my hard, throbbing cock.
Finally, I was all the way in. I could feel her lips against my balls. I could feel my cock-head brushing against the back of her throat. “That tickles!” she giggled. “That tickles my throat so good!” She hollowed her cheeks and sucked powerfully.
“You give the greatest blow-jobs in the universe!” I groaned as she sucked and I throbbed.
“I love to show you how much I love you!” she moaned. “Happy anniversary, baby!”
“You keep that up, and I’m gonna come!”
“YES!” she shouted enthusiastically. “Yes, come in my mouth! YES! Oh, YES!”
“When you told me you wanted lots and lots of hard cock for our anniversary,” I moaned, “You didn’t mean just in your pussy, did you, baby?”
“Uh-uh!” she moaned, frantically swirling her tongue all over the head and shaft of my cock. “My mouth gets just as hungry for your hard cock, as my pussy does!”
I backed my cock part-way out of her mouth. She sucked even harder, pulling me back in. As I slid rapidly back down into her throat, my cock throbbed mightily, frantically. “I’m gonna explode!” I groaned.
She gulped hard. I couldn’t fight the urge any longer. I fired a powerful stream of my man-cream hard and fast against the back of her throat. “YES!” I shouted. She swallowed hard, moaning so happily, so contentedly.
“Why do you taste so good?” she giggled. “You taste so damned good!” Her sexy encouragement and enjoyment of me made me come a second time, and then a third, in quick succession. “YES!” I shouted and moaned. She just kept gulping and swallowing and moaning. “You taste so damned good, baby!” she repeated.
When we both finally calmed down, we glanced at the clock. It was well past 9 A.M. Sadly, it was time to pack our bags, get dressed, check out, and start on the long drive home. As we packed and dressed, we kept reaching out to each other. To hold hands. To hug. To kiss. To endlessly repeat “I love you.”
We definitely needed this time alone together. Away from work. Away from the kids. Away from cleaning house and tending our yard. To renew and reconnect as a couple. We’re both so very glad we made this weekend trip to celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary!
“Thank you, honey,” I kissed her. “I had a great weekend!”
“No. I should be thanking you! You did an outstanding job!”
“Of fucking you?” I laughed.
“Well that too!” she laughed. “And especially you did a terrific job of eating me! But I meant you did an outstanding job of planning a great anniversary weekend.”
As we climbed into the car and started home, we kissed one final time. “Happy anniversary, baby!” we smiled at each other.
As we entered the highway on-ramp, my wife smiled sweetly at me. “I think I’ll take a short nap while you drive, honey.”
“Tired?” I asked.
“No. Just content. Satisfied. What is it about great sex that’s just ssssooooo relaxing?”

 

[bearlee]

Hope you all are having a great love life. Here's how my wife and I spent last weekend! Hope you're having fun too.

KKE the KittyKatEater



"What do you want for our anniversary," I asked her in bed one night about a month ago. She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard. Passionately. Then soft, sweet kisses. We must have kissed about 100 times that night. Some soft, gentle, kisses. Some hard, shove-your-tongues-down-each-other's-throat kisses.
"I have what I want!" she smiled, her eyes twinkling as she gazed soulfully, lovingly into my own eyes. "Mmmm, your kisses!"
"Not lingerie?"
"I have so much you've bought me already!"
"Not jewelry?"
"I hardly wear much. Just earrings. And I have lots of nice ones already. Thanks to you, sweetie!" she kissed about 20 more times.
"No expensive gift at all this year?"
"We have a luxurious car. And a spacious house. I don't want anything else expensive. I don't need it! And in this economic depression, I'd rather save our money. Don't buy me anything this year. OK, honey?"
"So all you want this year is kisses?"
Her hand reached down into my shorts as she giggled, "Well, that's not all I want!"
"Oh?" I groaned.
"I want cock!" she moaned. "Lots and lots of hard, throbbing cock! I want your cock!"
"And that will make you happy for our anniversary?"
She knelt over me and took a long, slow lick up my cock-shaft.
"That will make me very, very happy!"
See? She’s so easy to shop for. I don't have to buy her a thing. Only two items on her gift list for our anniversary this year. "Hot kisses. And hard cock." I planned to give her all she wanted of both gifts!
The very next day, a brochure arrived in the mail, from a resort located right on our favorite lake. They were promoting a lover's weekend special. A boat ride on the lake. An elegant, romantic brunch. A stage show at a high-rise hotel. And a honeymoon cabin with an in-room Jacuzzi. Best of all, this package deal, although a slight financial stretch for us, won't blow our monthly budget. We can afford this trip and still pay our bills. If we don't eat out for the next month.
I asked my wife if she wanted to go there for our anniversary.
"Is that where you plan to give me the two presents I asked for this year?" she grinned.
We decided we've both been working way too hard lately. We need this romantic weekend getaway together.
We left home after work on Friday night. In some ways, that was a mistake. The road to the lake is narrow and winds over a mountain for 30 miles. This road is treacherous enough in broad daylight. After dark, it’s a miserable drive. But taking turns driving, somehow we made it.
Friday night we stayed in an inexpensive motel. And promptly fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Saturday morning we awakened refreshed. We headed to the resort, and picked-up our tickets for the boat ride. It’s a 55-foot catamaran that takes you all the way around the lake on a slow two-hour cruise. We were one of five couples aboard. Each couple, including us, snuggled with their partner while enjoying the beautiful scenery and listening to our tour-guide explain the history of the area and point out interesting landmarks. “Happy anniversary,” I kissed my wife.
Whenever the tour-guide took a break in her narration, each couple took the opportunity to enfold their arms around each other and to passionately kiss. My wife and I were as shameless in our public displays of affection as any of the other couples. I don’t think any of us were watching the beautiful scenery much.
Back on land, we stopped at a rustic but charming little restaurant for a better-than-average lunch. “Happy anniversary,” I told my wife again.
Then we checked into our resort. It was now about 2 PM.
The resort is billed as a romantic couples retreat. Every wall, and the ceiling, is mirrored. A big Jacuzzi for two occupies nearly half the room. Next to the Jacuzzi is a shower with two sprays, open on two sides, plenty big enough for two people to shower together. In the center of the room, a huge TV hangs from the ceiling, and swivels in any direction, so a couple can watch erotic movies together from the bed, the shower, or the Jacuzzi.
The movie was the usual unromantic X-rated crap. Boy meets girl with surgically-enhanced boobies. Girl sucks boy. Boy fucks girl. Boy and girl show they care absolutely nothing whatever about each other, these actors are so obviously fucking just for the money the movie producer pays them for the scene. Second girl thinks it looks like fun—she’s the only person who thinks so—and joins them. Not sexy, not at all romantic. Nevertheless, seeing these admittedly-beautiful naked bodies writhing together got us both in a playful mood. So we filled the Jacuzzi, turned on the jets, stripped each other naked, and climbed in. We kissed and caressed. “Happy anniversary, baby,” we said in unison.
We both lay back and relaxed and let the swirling, bubbling water ease and soothe our work-stressed bodies. When the water started to cool, we shut off the jets, toweled each dry, and dressed in our naughty, sexy outfits we’d brought with us.
She wore a sheer white baby-doll with a built-in purple silk bra. It features peekaboo cut-outs around her big, hard nipples, with little white lace bows tied above each nipple. The bottom hem of the baby-doll hangs open like an unbuttoned shirt, just above her beautiful, sweet, delightful, delectable pussy. She paired this wispy white baby-doll with the tiniest, sheerest white lace panties.
“You’re so sexy!” I whispered to her.
“You like it?” she cooed. “Happy anniversary, baby!”
I slipped into a black fishnet G-string that hides absolutely nothing. It features an exaggerated brass zipper all the way up the front. The entire front pouch, except for that zipper, is very loose-weave fishnet. The back is the thinnest spaghetti string up my ass.
When my wife saw what I was almost wearing, she let out a loud wolf whistle. “You look good enough to eat!” she giggled in that sexy way of hers, that’s guaranteed to stiffen a man’s cock on just hearing her giggle.
“Happy anniversary, baby!” I told her. “I’m glad you like the gift-wrapping!”
We climbed into bed and simply held each other for a while. We kissed softly, then with increasing passion. We slowly, lovingly, teasingly ran our hands all over each other’s bodies, stopping our gentle love-play occasionally to admire each other’s nearly-naked bodies from every angle in the wall and ceiling mirrors.
I kissed the side of her neck, causing her to purr contentedly. I kissed deep inside her cleavage. I kissed and sucked and nibbled at her nipples right through her peekaboo cut-outs, until her nipples were so hard, pointing and jutting so proudly up toward the mirrored ceiling.
“Mmmm!” she purred. “Thank you for giving me the first present I asked for. Lots and lots of kisses.”
“Happy anniversary, baby!” I repeated.
I playfully rubbed a finger up and down along the front of her tiny panties. Then my finger playfully plowed the white lace into her pretty little pussy. Her sexy, curvy hips began to slowly, seductively sway on the bed as she began to moan very softly. I looked up at the mirrored ceiling, enjoying the unusual angle view of her pussy with the delicate lace and my finger plowed up into her.
Her arms encircled my neck and she pulled my face down to kiss me. Gently at first, but then with an ever-more-ferocious hunger. Her tongue insistently slid into my mouth, and my tongue happily greeted hers.
Squirming on the bed, her moans grew louder. Her hand reached inside my black G-string, and her fingers playfully encircled my cock.
“Uh-uh!” I laughed. “Not time to open your second present yet!”
“But I wanna unwrap that present!” she pouted. But her pout quickly disappeared when I slipped her panties to one side, and I slid my fingers directly into her juicy slit now. She squirmed more frantically now, and her moans grew louder.
“Would you please kiss my pussy?” she asked softly, sweetly. “In that wonderful way that only you know how to do?”
“I thought you’d never ask!” I grinned. If I could do only one thing from now until the end of eternity, it would be to eat my wife’s delicious pussy. Endlessly. Constantly. So her sweet request was music to my ears!
I slid way down along the mattress of the giant king-sized bed. She slowly spread her thighs wide apart, and I eagerly slid my head between them. I kissed all over her soft, smooth, creamy thighs, while sliding her skimpy panties back over her pussy. I then kissed the very front of her white lace panties. I could already taste and smell her horniness right through her delicate lacy panties. My tongue now slid the delicate wispy lace into her, and she let out a very loud moan. Her thighs pressed tight and hard against my ears, squeezing my head and drawing my face down tighter against her panties.
I pushed her panties aside again, and planted a sweet kiss directly on her pussy lips. She began to tremble and shudder, and her moaning grew yet louder. I slipped my tongue inside her pussy, reveling at the feel and the taste of the gathering moisture along her inner walls.
As tiny as her sheer white lace panties were, they were simply in the way now. I started to slide them down off of her, and she helpfully raised her legs so I could slowly, teasingly, tauntingly skim her panties down off of her. Watching her panties skim down her legs was an absolutely breath-taking sight! I pushed aside both ends of the high hemline of her wispy baby-doll, which just barely reached down to her pubic hair and didn’t hide any of her pussy at all from my admiring eyes and loving mouth.
I kissed and stroked her thick, dark bush. I kissed clockwise all the way around her pussy lips. I took a long, slow lick along her inner walls, up along her G-spot, then withdrawing outward along her clit. Her clit gently pulsed and throbbed against my lips and tongue. I slowly licked up along her G-spot and her clit, taking my time, slowly heating her up, slowly building her passion, thoroughly enjoying the sight, the scent, the feel, the taste of her against my mouth. And enjoying most of all, the soft moans of her obvious enjoyment.
“You lick me better than any other man ever has!” she moaned, her whole body trembling now.
I sucked her hard little nub of a clit up past my lips. I began nibbling in that very gentle, playful way that I know always sends her into ecstasy. “Happy anniversary!” came my muffled moan against her sweet naked pussy.
“Ohhhh!” she moaned. “You’re so good to me!”
“Happy anniversary, baby!” I moaned even more loudly, licking her a little faster now.
Watching, listening to, feeling, smelling, and tasting her ever-increasing excitement now, my cock began to throb into long, thick, hardness. Her pleasure was my enjoyment too, now. I was so hard, so horny, I really wanted to fuck the hell out of my wife! But first I wanted, I needed, her pussy juices to flood my mouth, to thoroughly soak my face. So I moved in for the kill. With my tongue licking and swirling all over her throbbing clit, I sucked her entire clit up into my mouth and nibbled hungrily.
Her luscious round ass bucked high up off the bed. Her hips swayed. Her breathing grew rapid and ragged. I could actually hear her heart pounding. She slammed her pussy hard up against my face. Then, shuddering from head to toe, she literally squirted her sweet, tangy, delicious love nectar onto my lips, onto my tongue, onto my chin. I licked and licked with such passion, such hunger, as she continued to tremble, shake, shudder, moan…and come! My lips felt positively smeared in her juices, and I could feel her sweet pussy nectar dribbling down my chin. And still I wanted to taste more! My mouth was so greedy for her taste now!
I peered over my shoulder, up at the mirrored ceiling. Her juices were glistening all over my mouth! It was the most wonderful sight, one I hope I’ll never forget!
“I’m so horny!” she moaned. “So hungry. Hungry for cock! Hungry for your hard cock!”
“My cock is so hard for you!” I moaned.
She desperately reached into my black fishnet G-string, stuffing her hand down into my skimpy garment up to her wrist. I pulsed and throbbed frantically against her palm and fingers.
“Mmmmm!” she moaned. “I need that in me! I need all of that in me!”
“Come unwrap the second present you asked for. The second present I promised you.”
“Oh?” she teased. “And just what present is that?
I clasped her hand in mine, and together we practically ripped my G-string in our desperate haste to get it off of me. Her hand encircled my cock and pumped it furiously. Which was completely unnecessary, as I was already hard enough to smash concrete!
“Now I remember!” she giggled sexily. “I asked you for hard cock, right?”
“I believe your exact words were ‘lots and lots of hard, throbbing cock,’” I laughed.
She giggled sexily and seductively. Then she pumped my cock even more frantically in her hand, while she moaned hungrily. “Looks like you’re more than ready to deliver on that second present now, sweetie! Mmmmm! ‘Lots and lots of hard, throbbing cock!’”
“I need to fuck the hell out of you!” I moaned.
“That’s great!” she groaned. “Cuz I need your hard cock to completely stuff my hungry pussy now.”
I started to slowly slip my thick, pulsing, achingly-hard cock into her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh, YES!” she moaned. “Stiff cock my pussy!” My wife is the only woman I’ve ever known who uses “stiff cock” as verb like that, as a synonym for “fuck.” It’s just one of the many, many charming and endearing things about her!
She squeezed and squeezed and squeezed her pussy muscles so tight around me, drawing my cock down into her faster and deeper. When I felt my balls pressing up against her dewy pussy lips, I pushed and thrust down even harder, as if trying to jam my balls down into her along with my shaft. She moaned even louder, even more lustfully and passionately.
I drew back out of her. Quickly. Until only the very tip of my cock-head remained in her.
She pressed her feet hard into my ass, and pushed down mightily. I felt my cock slip down very rapidly against her tight, slick, and slippery inner walls.
“Yes!” she cried out. Oh, YES! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, honey. FUCK me!”
I began to slam and bang my way in and out of her. Frantically. Furiously. I was thrusting and throbbing like there’s no tomorrow. “Hap...py…anni…anni…VER…sary!” I panted.
“Oh, YES!” she screamed. “BANG my walls! Give me the present I asked you for. Oh, stiff cock me, baby!”
“I’m so horny!” I moaned as I slammed my way in and out of her tight, warm, moist pussy. I pressed my body up a little bit higher, so my cock would rub hard against her throbbing clit on each and every in-and-out stroke.
“Me too!” she shrieked. “I’m so horny!” she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and she dug her feet even harder into my ass. “Give it to me! Give me the present you promised me. Lots and lots of hard, throbbing cock!”
“Your pussy is so tight! So good!” I groaned as I thrust and slammed and banged my way in and out of her tight, juicy slit now. “Ssssoooo good!”
“Your cock is so hard!” she moaned, trembling. “So wonderful!”
“I want to feel you come!” I shouted. “All over my hard cock!”
“Whatever you want, baby! It’s your anniversary, too!” she groaned, as her pussy contracted even tighter around me. “Ohhhhh!” she moaned, slamming her sexy naked body hard up against me. Her whole body shuddered as she thoroughly coated my shaft with her warm pussy-cream.
“Come in me, baby!” she practically shrieked in my ear. My cock throbbed and flared, thrusting deeper and harder into her. And then I exploded more powerfully than I have in at least a month. Her feet pressed still harder into my ass, and her quivering pussy clamped down even tighter around me. I throbbed again. And I came again! Amazingly, it felt like an even more powerful explosion than the first time!
“Happy anni-VER-sary, baby!” we both shouted and moaned.
I collapsed on top of her. I hungrily kissed her mouth, her neck, her cleavage, her nipples. All while pulsing and throbbing deep inside of her. And sending another dribble of my come deep inside of her, every time my cock throbbed.
“After eight years,” I kissed her passionately, feverishly, “I love you more now than ever!”
“Oh, I just love you sssooo much!” she moaned. “You’re so good to me, baby!”
“Happy anniversary, baby!” we both purred contentedly, holding each other warmly, tenderly, in each other’s arms. I glanced up at the mirrored ceiling again, admiring our naked bodies wrapped around each other, sparkling white pools of come glistening all over both of us.
Now it was 5:30 P.M. We had been involved in our love-play for 3-1/2 hours! It was time for a shower together, soaping each other’s bodies up all over, and helpfully washing the come off of each other. Then get dressed-up and drive the 5 miles to the high-rise hotel, where we had tickets awaiting us to a see a combined magic and comedy show. Which we both thoroughly enjoyed.
Then back to our resort to kiss each other’s naked bodies all over until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Bright and early Sunday morning, she grinned at me. “I’ve been watching your naked body in the ceiling mirror. It looks so irresistible!”
I glanced up at the ceiling, at both our naked bodies lying face-up on the bed. “Your body looks much better than mine!” I laughed.
“You were so good to me last night, baby!” she smiled. “You deserve a reward!”
“Tasting your sweet pussy was more than reward enough to me!” I smiled. I swore I could almost still taste her sweet nectar on my lips!
“I want to do this for you. And for me!” she smiled. “Just lie back and enjoy now!”
She must have kissed my balls about 50 times. Then she licked them at least that many times.
“Happy anniversary, baby!” she cooed lustily.
Her tongue took a long, slow, swirling lick up my shaft. Then she returned to my balls and kissed her way up my shaft this time. Then she licked up my shaft, then kissed…licked then kissed. She alternated like that maybe 30, 40 times, as I pulsed and throbbed madly, wildly against her beautiful loving face. All while she repeatedly wished me a happy anniversary.
“I want to suck your cock!” she moaned, opening her lips wide and slipping her mouth downward, ever downward, over my hard, throbbing cock.
Finally, I was all the way in. I could feel her lips against my balls. I could feel my cock-head brushing against the back of her throat. “That tickles!” she giggled. “That tickles my throat so good!” She hollowed her cheeks and sucked powerfully.
“You give the greatest blow-jobs in the universe!” I groaned as she sucked and I throbbed.
“I love to show you how much I love you!” she moaned. “Happy anniversary, baby!”
“You keep that up, and I’m gonna come!”
“YES!” she shouted enthusiastically. “Yes, come in my mouth! YES! Oh, YES!”
“When you told me you wanted lots and lots of hard cock for our anniversary,” I moaned, “You didn’t mean just in your pussy, did you, baby?”
“Uh-uh!” she moaned, frantically swirling her tongue all over the head and shaft of my cock. “My mouth gets just as hungry for your hard cock, as my pussy does!”
I backed my cock part-way out of her mouth. She sucked even harder, pulling me back in. As I slid rapidly back down into her throat, my cock throbbed mightily, frantically. “I’m gonna explode!” I groaned.
She gulped hard. I couldn’t fight the urge any longer. I fired a powerful stream of my man-cream hard and fast against the back of her throat. “YES!” I shouted. She swallowed hard, moaning so happily, so contentedly.
“Why do you taste so good?” she giggled. “You taste so damned good!” Her sexy encouragement and enjoyment of me made me come a second time, and then a third, in quick succession. “YES!” I shouted and moaned. She just kept gulping and swallowing and moaning. “You taste so damned good, baby!” she repeated.
When we both finally calmed down, we glanced at the clock. It was well past 9 A.M. Sadly, it was time to pack our bags, get dressed, check out, and start on the long drive home. As we packed and dressed, we kept reaching out to each other. To hold hands. To hug. To kiss. To endlessly repeat “I love you.”
We definitely needed this time alone together. Away from work. Away from the kids. Away from cleaning house and tending our yard. To renew and reconnect as a couple. We’re both so very glad we made this weekend trip to celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary!
“Thank you, honey,” I kissed her. “I had a great weekend!”
“No. I should be thanking you! You did an outstanding job!”
“Of fucking you?” I laughed.
“Well that too!” she laughed. “And especially you did a terrific job of eating me! But I meant you did an outstanding job of planning a great anniversary weekend.”
As we climbed into the car and started home, we kissed one final time. “Happy anniversary, baby!” we smiled at each other.
As we entered the highway on-ramp, my wife smiled sweetly at me. “I think I’ll take a short nap while you drive, honey.”
“Tired?” I asked.
“No. Just content. Satisfied. What is it about great sex that’s just ssssooooo relaxing?”

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

 

[kittykateater]

Thanks, Bearlee

Looks like I'm not the only one with a loving, adoring wife--you and your Dawn seem to be having a great time too:

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=8761362

I woke up about 5 this morning. I was lying on my right side in bed. My wife was also on her right side, behind me. She was softly kissing my shoulders, and rhythmically rubbing her pussy all over my ass (I just LOVE when she does that! And so does she!). She had her left arm slung across my waist and was slowly pumping her fist up and down my cock. No WONDER I woke up!

When she was sure I was awake, she grasped my hip and slowly rolled me to face toward her. My hard cock pressed right up against her pussy. Every time I throbbed against her, she began to purr.

Now she rolled over to place her backside against me. I kissed all over her shoulders while thrusting my cock up and down along the crack of her ass. She loves that. She thrust her ass back against my cock and squeezed her cheeks together. Picture a hot-dog bun. You slide a hot dog into one end of the bun, and it slides out the opposite end. Keep reversing direction, while squeezing the bun tight around the hot dog. That will give you an idea of the motion of my cock against her ass.

Thrusting her cute butt hard against me, she half-whined, half-moaned for me to come against her ass. Which I soon did. We feel alseep again. When I awoke again, the sun was streaming through the window. I backed off her ass to admire my artistic handiwork. I had painted milky-white streaks and gobs all over her ass and her lower back, and it glinted in the early morning sun. It was quite beautiful. Too bad she had to wash it off to go to work!

I don't know how I'm going to get through the day. The last thing we did before driving off to our jobs, was kiss passionately in the garage. Just before we got in pur cars, she whispered in my ear: "I want to suck your cock tonight. I really, REALLY want to suck your cock tonight!" Now I ask you, how the HELL am I supposed to get through work today with that promise on my mind!

My wife is the best little cock-sucker I've ever met. She has a small face, so my cock completely fills her mouth. I have never been able to slide as far down a woman's throat as I can in hers. And she loves to suck me until my balls knock against her lips. I think she would take my balls into her mouth with my shaft if she could, she gets THAT hungry for me. And she loves to gulp and swallow. She doesn't seem content until she's made me come in her mouth so she can taste me on her tongue, and then a second time down her throat so she can feel me oozing into her stomach, and sometimes she won't stop until after 3 times. But she knows when to stop so I still have some left over to feed her pussy, too. I have never been with a woman who enjoys the feel and taste of my explosions in her mouth as much as my wife does.

I think you know what I mean, judging by that photo of Dawn and you! You and I are lucky men, Bearlee, to have such loving and skilled wives. But I think you know that as well as I do.

KKE

 

[bearlee]

Thanks, Bearlee

Looks like I'm not the only one with a loving, adoring wife--you and your Dawn seem to be having a great time too:

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=8761362



KKE

LOL Not necessarily the pic I would have chosen but I have one like your mouthful pic-like those for some reason Yeah, I think we're both lucky, no doubt about that. Good writing by the way. You should copy these and submit them to the siteor heck maybe one of these days I'll just steal it and post it myself Thanks for the kind words Now continue on!

 

[kittykateater]

I have written 5 books of erotica and am just finishing-up a sixth (I have 4 more hand-written stories to type and add to that final book). The story of our anniversary two weeks ago, that started this thread, is the last story going into the 6th book. So it is protected by copyright.

My wife claims she's the lucky one. When I met her, she was 45, she had never had an orgasm with any of her previous lovers or with her hand and vibrator, and she was convinced there was no such thing as a female orgasm. She also believed that a man going down on a woman was dirty, disgusting, unclean, and sinful, so she had never experienced that, either. Our first sexual encounter, I asked her if she trusted me, and she did, so I went down on her to change her mind about all of that. My eating her out gave her the first orgasm she ever had in her life, and then quickly gave her two more. I was 40 at the time, and my only sexual experience at that time was strictly oral--but I had a lot of experinece in that area (earning me my KittyKatEater nickname; sadly the woman who dubbed me that 20 years ago died of a blood disease a few years ago at age 37). My first time with my wife was 8 years ago and as my preceding posts show, the passion between us hasn't cooled!

Here, from my book You Can't Hurry Love (the cover artwork from which is attached, showing WHY I'm called the KittyKatEater), is a description of that first time I went down on the woman who is now my wife, from my viewpoint and hers (after going out dancing, we had been necking and fondling on my couch, I had removed her blouse and bra, but before I could take her skirt off of her, we led each other hand-in-hand to my bedroom--I'll pick up the action from there):

She:
Naked from the waist up, I lay down on top of his bedspread, closed my eyes, and smilingly encouraged him to finish removing my skirt.

He:
I smiled back, and pushed her short skirt up, resting my hand over her pretty little black-lace panties, letting my fingers gently rub the lace against the moist center of her femininity.
"Yes," she whispered, only a little less softly, and a little less hesitantly than the first time.
I pushed her panties to one side, and let my thumb swirl slow circles around her clit. My thumb is double-jointed, which lets me move it in ways that few people can. Her gentle moans told me she liked what my unique thumb movements were doing to her.
"Yes," she was not at all hesitant this time.
I reached around to her left side, and I unzipped the side zipper of her miniskirt. With a swift tug, I pulled her skirt off her. I then slid a finger under her pushed-aside panties and down into her hot, wet pussy.
"YES!" she shouted, confidently, positively now.
We started kissing each other's chest again, and then slowly moved our kisses down each other's torso.

She:
Using both of his hands, he raised my knees, gently spreading my legs apart.

He:
She raised her luscious ass off the bed now.

She:
He eased my sheer, silky black panties part-way down my dark legs, just enough to make my hungry pussy fully-accessible to his fingers and tongue.

He:
After a lot of kisses and licks on her inner thighs, drawing teasingly close to the center of her passion and pleasure, I finally skimmed her panties down from her thighs to her knees, and then stopped again.
The woman I was falling so deeply and completely in love and lust with, now looked so cute and sexy, so downright irresistible lying naked on my bed. Any lingering reservations I might have still had about going all the way with her, now completely vanished.

She:
When I felt the rush of warm air against my now-exposed pussy, my pussy lips began to open up all on their own. I opened my eyes now, so I could watch every move that he was about to make on my horny, juicy slit.

He:
Instead of pleasuring her further where her panties had been covering, I teasingly began tantalizing her in a whole new direction. I began kissing her right foot, working my way from the ankle, around to her toes, sucking one toe at a time into my mouth. I then moved to her left foot, again kissing her ankle, kissing all along her foot, kissing her cute little toes, and sucking her toes one by one into my mouth.

She:
Turning my head to my right, I noticed for the first time, his huge walk-in closet. It consisted of two sets of folding double-doors, bordered in brass trim. Each of these four closet doors had a floor-to-ceiling mirror on it, so that one entire wall of his bedroom was one giant mirror. I thought about how those mirrors would let me see every detail of our lovemaking as this magical night unfolded, and that thought just excited me even more.
"If you've never, umm, been with a woman before, why do you have floor-to-ceiling mirrors?" I challenged. I wondered whether he used those mirrors to watch himself during solo sessions.
"They came with the house. The previous owner's wife had them installed, and I never bothered removing them. Why? Do they bother you? Because I can take them down if you like."

He:
Before she could even answer about the mirrors, I began rubbing my left hand up her left leg, from her foot on up. My hot, passionate kisses trailed up her sexy leg, about six inches behind my hand. Just to tease and taunt and tantalize her, to keep her guessing, every once in a while I would remove my hand from her leg. I would then bring my hand down to intertwine my fingers between the dainty toes of her left foot. But then I would put my hand back where I left off, and I would stroke higher up her left leg, my kisses always following up her leg about 6 inches after my hand.

She:
Scientists say that every nerve in the human body is connected to a nerve in the feet and toes. Maybe that's why his kissing and sucking my toes seemed to have a direct connection to dampening the interior of my pussy.
I looked in the mirrors again, and I watched him kissing my naked form. Watching him slowly, teasingly pleasure me, in the mirror, also added to my growing excitement. I was starting to feel very sexy, for the first time in many years. So now I answered his earlier question. "Don't you DARE take those mirrors down! I love watching you caress me."

He:
When my hands reached halfway up her thighs, I reached down to her lacy black panties, which I had already pulled down around her knees. I grasped them firmly in both hands, and I pulled them all the way back up her legs, past her thighs, once more covering and hiding her lovely, luscious pussy. Pulling and stretching the sheer lace out away from her dark skin, I then reached inside her panties to rub my fingers all over her thick, dark bush and the outside of her pretty, pouting pussy lips.

She:
My pussy lips are surrounded by thick, dark hair, and my outer lips were already puffy with my lust. Luckily for me, his fingers, not my own, were taking care of my needs now. His gentle, expert touch made my insides juice-up with desire for both his tongue and his cock.

He:
I grasped her panties again, and in one swift, smooth tug, I slid her soaking-wet panties down again. This time, not just past her thighs and her knees, But all the way down her naturally-dark legs, over her ankles, and past her bare feet, in one swift, continuous motion. Her panties fell off of my bed, and fluttered softly down onto my carpeted bedroom floor. My hand came to rest on the outside of her by-now-quivering pussy, as my kisses caught up to her inner thigh. But wanting to prolong the moment and the teasing passion, my mouth did not yet touch her sweet pussy.
With her sexy legs spread wide open, she began massaging her own breasts, arching her back, swaying her hips. I moved my hand and my mouth down to her right ankle, and I deliberately began the same slow, teasing stroking and kissing up her right leg, that I had just completed when going up her left leg.

She:
Again, he paused from time to time to intertwine his fingers between the toes of my right foot, then he resumed stroking and kissing precisely where he had left off. Again, his hand came to rest on the outside of my hungry pussy.

He:
My kisses caught up to the top of her smooth, silky inner thigh.
Now I teased even more, and began playing with the thick triangle of brown hair between her legs, stroking the hair like the fingers of a comb passing through it, and curling the longer strands around my fingers.

She:
I squirmed and wiggled beneath his teasing, and I moaned for him to lick me. But he still continued to ignore me, to torment me, letting his exploring fingers and tongue touch me all around, but not yet directly on, my by-now desperately-horny pussy.

He:
Now I knelt on my knees between her spread legs on the bed, and I slid my long, thin middle finger deep inside of her dripping pussy. As I slid first one, and then two fingers deep inside of her tight, hot, dripping-wet pussy, my double-jointed thumb gently rubbed and pressed against her throbbing clit. I genuinely enjoyed the feeling of the moisture already oozing along her inner walls as her hips slowly rocked up-and-down and side-to-side on the mattress. Her little clit was already starting to arise out of hiding, and quickly became very long and hard against my swirling, pressing thumb.

She:
This still wasn't the tongue that I craved, but at least some part of him was finally making contact with my hot and lusty eager-beaver. My breathing became heavier, and he was reawakening long-dormant feelings from my youth. My rekindled lust slowly washed over my body, starting with a tingling in my toes, and working its way up in waves. But he still would not let that gathering wave fully crest in me just yet.
My growing lust, simultaneously advancing yet held in check, centered around where his talented, probing, exploring fingers were so patiently, tenderly, and lovingly ministering to the needs of my starving pussy.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him at this point that I had never had an orgasm in my whole life, and I didn’t believe myself capable of one. To my knowledge, the whole idea of a female orgasm was just one sorry myth. Nevertheless, I genuinely do enjoy sex, the closeness, the intimacy. Right now, I truly was enjoying what he was doing to me, and I was glad that he genuinely seemed to be enjoying himself, too. See, when you’re in love, your own pleasure takes a backseat to seeing that your partner has pleasure, too.

He:
I was not really nervous, maybe a little anxious that I would please her enough. But mostly just so full of love for this woman, that I seemed to instinctively know just where to touch her. As her moans grew louder and her gyrations more frequent and frenzied, she began to beg me to lick her.
Something inside me sensed she didn’t really expect much out of my licks, that she thought of this as just a prelude to the next stage, a way for her to get moist enough for me to enter her. But I knew from personal experience just how pleasurable cunnilingus can be for a woman, if done right. And I was determined to do it right for her. Her pleasure at this stage was very important to me. When you’re in love, your partner’s pleasure ranks first, second, and third compared to your own pleasure!
I stretched myself out along the bed, face-down. I then cupped both of my hands under the cheeks of her ass, and I pressed my face against her desperately hungry pussy. I started slowly, teasingly, with kisses on her outer pussy lips, and around her still partly-hidden clit. Writhing in desperation, she again moaned for me to lick her.

She:
His marvelous tongue, which had explored my mouth in my garage on our second date, finally darted out of his mouth, and now rolled slowly up and down along the outside of my pussy lips. Then he licked at my love button, working his own special brand of magic on me. I knew he was going to get me all nice and moist for his cock to slide effortlessly into me. I had waited for this moment all week, I had dreamed about it, fantasized about it, rubbed my vibrator all over my clit, while desperately wishing to replace the vibrator with his tongue. And now I was at long last actually feeling his tongue playfully lapping against my pussy lips, and all over my interior. The sensations that he was stirring in me were more exquisite than I had even imagined, than I could ever have imagined.

He:
My tongue slowly licked the outside of her pussy. Then as my fingers held her lower lips open, I plunged my tongue deep inside, and I tasted the moistness lining her walls.
Now I finally let myself lick at her hot little quivering love button.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, YES!" she cried out.
Next my teeth began a very gentle nibbling on her outer lips, and then moved up to her clit, which was just beginning to stiffen and arise out of hiding. My licking and nibbling against her growing clit was getting her so visibly and audibly excited by now, that the outside of her pussy lips were almost as heavily coated with her lusty dew, as her interior walls were.
Beads of her gathering lust were beginning to seep out of her, and to coat the outside of her wide-open pussy. My fingers gently pried her outer pussy lips open, and my tongue darted deep inside of her, licking the gathering moisture from her inner walls.

She:
Surprisingly, his nibbling down there was not at all painful, just pure pleasure. He told me that he wanted only to please me, and for a virgin (as he told me he was), he did a terrific job.
I don't know where the idea started that hairy pussies are hard to eat. He seemed to just love eating me out, right through my thick pubic hair. He even told me he hates shaved pussies: as far as he was concerned, the hairier the better. He told me that he had long fantasized about having to push the hair aside with his fingers and tongue, just to get at the soft, fleshy pink folds of womanhood underneath. He said that a lot of hair "down there" makes a woman look more mature and sophisticated, not like a little school-girl. Luckily for both of us, my dark bush was and is pretty damned hairy!

He:
Her breathing grew heavier, and her obvious passion built from deep inside her in wave after ever more excited wave, as my lips, tongue, and teeth continued to relentlessly work her into total erotic frenzy.
The inner walls of her pussy were now very slick and wet, and her G-spot's warm, thick juiciness was now stirring from deep inside of her, and bubbling up around where I was so eagerly licking her clit. Her curvaceous hips and full round ass began slowly rocking up off the bed and back down again. Soon, her hips began swaying up and down more rapidly with each of my tongue's licks.
My kisses moved to her clit, and soon my tongue joined my lips there. YES! Her moans grew louder and more frequent. Yes, yes, YES! I sucked on her clit, and gently nibbled on it.

She:
I have always enjoyed sex as a pleasurable sensation and an emotional feeling of being close to a guy, being intimate with a man I care about. But I had never felt myself so excited, so breathless...and so moist!
He told me that he had learned how to please a woman like this by reading letters from women in Penthouse Forum, and by watching couples-oriented X-rated movies. I'm not sure that I completely believed this story. But at that moment, I didn't really care how he had learned his techniques. I could only think how good his tongue felt on my engorged, throbbing, horny clit, and how grateful I was feeling for being the beneficiary of the knowledge, skill, and care that he obviously possessed in such great abundance, and was so lovingly sharing with me at that moment.
Of course, I didn't actually say to him that I was grateful for his having taken the time to learn how to pleasure a woman. I didn't have to say anything. I just knew that he could tell from my smile, and my body language, not to mention my writhing and moaning, exactly how grateful I really was at that moment.
I had the strangest feeling inside of me now. A feeling I had never known before. How can I describe it? It was like one of those cliff divers you sometimes see on TV, leaning way over the edge, pscyching herself up to leap off and plunge into the ocean far below. But not quite ready to jump off the cliff just yet.

He:
I slid my tongue inside of her, and playfully lapped at her G-spot. "YES!" she cried, and "YES!" again. From somewhere deep inside of her, the most wondrous smacking and squishing noises began to resonate through the room. I had never heard anything quite like it from any other woman I had ever gone down on before. It sounded wonderful to me, she sounded so very excited now. The noisier her pussy became, the harder my cock got in my pants, and the more frenzied and passionate my licking on her clit became.

She:
I wrapped both of my dark, shapely legs around his back, holding his head and neck in a tight scissor-lock, in the unlikely event that he should even think of easing his eager and talented tongue off of my straining clit. I continued rocking up off the bed and back down again, even more rapidly than before. My legs began pushing him away and pulling him closer, in rhythm with the motion of both his tongue and my gyrating hips.
Now he gently clenched his teeth onto the hard nub of my excited little clit. His gentle clit-chewing finally signaled to my metaphoric diver, that it was time to jump off over that cliff.

He:
Shaking from head to toe, her passion began to gush rapidly, and then slowed to an ooze, from around her clit, flowing slowly and thickly onto my tongue.
Exploding powerfully, she thoroughly soaked my face, and I licked up every tasty drop.

She:
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD! So female orgasm isn’t a myth after all! Oh my god, so this is what it feels like. Ohhhhhh!
It was the most wonderful, intense, pleasurable feeling I had ever experienced in my whole life! I was trembling, panting, moaning, a jumble of emotions both crying and laughing at the same time. Juices were flowing out of me from places I didn’t even know existed! And I was sharing this lovely, intense, exciting feeling with the man I love! I knew at that moment that I love this man completely, unconditionally.

He:
I continued to suck and nibble on her clit, passionately, relentlessly, driving her into two more powerful, crashing orgasms. She told me that, although she had been with 10 or 12 lovers plus her vibrator in the previous 20 years, my going down on her like that had given her the first three orgasms of her life.
She would later tell me that as Catholic, she had been raised to consider cunnilingus dirty and disgusting. She had never let any man go down on her before. But she loved me and trusted me, and she knew I loved and respected her. So she had figured, if a real gentleman like me was doing this to her, it couldn't be dirty or disgusting. That's when she had finally let herself relax and enjoy it. That's when she had let me coax out of her, the very first orgasm of her life. Quickly followed by two more.

She:
My passion juices flowed slowly and thickly onto his tongue. Thick liquid love was now flowing out of me at about the speed and consistency of Hawaiian lava that is starting to cool, an apt comparison of how I felt after my erotic eruption. My warm lava was steadily dribbling creamily into his mouth now.
I hadn't felt this good, this fulfilled, in many years. And I had never felt anything so intense! He was the first man who had ever taken care of my own pleasure first. He had given me one, two, three powerful orgasms, without yet having me please him. That realization just added to my growing feeling that I had found a genuine gentleman, and that I was falling deeply, completely, helplessly in love with this man.


(She then gave me the best blow-job I'd ever had up to that time, and then I entered the first pussy I'd ever slipped my cock into...you'll just have to wait for my book to come out to read the rest in detail!)