I needed a miracle

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Or so I thought to myself as I looked in the mirror, my full thighs and ample breasts, drew men who were crudely after sex and put off most of the nicer guys labeling me as untouchable. I had finally giving up hope of my friend Mark realizing that I dreamt of making love to him.

I decided the direct approach was usual the best, the more direct the less likely the rejection, or perhaps less painful. I took one last look at my pale torso before putting on a rain jacket and heading to his place. I prayed he wasn't gay the whole way there. I knew he was out of town on business and that he'd be returning tonight. I intended for him to find me stretched out on his bed naked except for a sheet barely draped over me.

Good I thought to myself as I parked on the street, he wasn't home yet. I let myself in with the spare key and hid the jacket in a closet. I knew he'd be home any time now so I wasted no time in heading to his bedroom.

I paused in doorway his huge bed seemed to dominate the room as if to say it was made for lovemaking. I shivered, not from cold but sense that no matter what happened my life would change. I crawled onto the bed, feeling like a sexual predator. I heard the footsteps, in my reverie I must have missed hearing him drive up. I froze in that instant my hard nipples grazing the sheets as I turned my head towards the door, watching it move. I held my breath as...............
 
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Mark Klapper

It was only 10:25 when I got out of the cab. That wasn't too late to find someone looking for something to do on a Friday night, was it? I could make some phone calls, maybe get lucky in the first ten minutes, jump into the shower, get dressed. Half hour tops. Drive to her house, another twenty minutes--thirty minutes if it was Marilyn, because she lived out in the burbs--and what was I up to now? An hour fifteen. By then it would 11:45. Well, yeah, that's getting kind of late.

Damn it! The trouble with working is how it screws up your social life! Like I had to fly to Cleveland to sit around with those idiots for two days when they never were interested in the first place! Now it was probably too late on Friday night to hook up with anyone.

I don't know. Maybe I wasn't cut out for the business world. I hate sitting around talking about sports. Most of the people I meet are dull and unimaginative jerks, and, sure, I like the money as well as the next guy, but sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. Like tonight.

On top of that the frustration and the vibrations of the flight had teamed up to make me awfully, well, anxious. I really needed to be with someone tonight. And I'm not just talking about doing it. I needed some companionship, someone to be with and hold, someone to fool around with and talk to. Someone of the female pursuasion. Some womanness.

I'm not a bad looking guy, though most women describe me as cute rather than handsome. I'll settle for cute. I wasn't captain of the football team or a blackbelt in karate, but women liked me. At least that's what the ones who wouldn't go out with me said.

By the time I ran up the stairs and put the key in my door I knew I didn't have a chance that night. It was just too damned late.
I walked in, flicked on the lights, threw my crap on the sofa, and stopped.

Had I left the bedroom light on?

That wasn't like me. It wasn't unlike me either, but there was something else. Perfume? Or just a feeling that I wasn't alone.

I walked into the bedroom and saw her in bed. I wasn't shocked. I was just kind of surprised, and for a second I waited, as if a bunch of people were going to jump out and yell "Surprise."

I walked in and stood there. I guess I was smiling. "Hi." I said. "No, don't get up. You look nice there. But what's this all about?"
 
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Micki Catrell

Great I thought to myself, here I am and there he is, and while his tone indicated he wasn't upset at seeing me, he didn't sound thrilled to see me either. Before I could think my sarcastic nature got the better of me, "What do you think it's about?" Damn it, I cursed myself why did I have to sound so bitter. Heck even if he hadn't come home I would have slept soundly in his bed, the sheets had a hint of his scent. I was tempted to come up with an excuse any excuse, my place was being fumigated? Then why would I be naked? My mind ran over all the possibilities.

"I missed you." That was all I was going to say, I felt even more nervous now than I had been when I had been waiting for him. Probably because in my fantasy everything went perfectly.
 
Mark Klapper

"What do you think it's about?" she said.

Well, ask a dumb question...

"I missed you!"

I looked at her for a moment, certain that it had to be a joke of some kind. You just don't find naked women in your bed waiting for you. At least I don't. Certainly not like Micki.

She was on one elbow, the other arm holding the sheets to her chest so that I could see the bulges her breasts made in the sheet. She hadn't been sleeping; her hair and makeup were perfect. The girl came to play.

Her eyes were excited, but there was also a hint of worry in them, wondering how I would react to her in my bed. I threw my keys on the dresser and slipped off my coat. I decided to make my feelings about her surprise perfectly clear.

I sat down on the bed and looked at her. "Sorry," I said, "But this is quite a surprise. A welcome surprise, certainly, but a surprise nonetheless."

That seemed to ease her mind somewhat. She laid back on the pillow and I looked at her form beneath the covers. Yes, it was real. No joke. No one rushing out with cries of "Surprise!" Just Micki in my big bed, waiting for me to get home.

I reached out and touched her cheek. She was warm and soft, almost hot, and she turned her face against my hand, her eyes never leaving mine.

I trailed my hand down her face, over her throat, her chest, and then over her breast, outliningthe contour through the sheet, dragging my fingers around the wonderfully thick bulge.

"Well," I said, "I don't want to be rude. So Maybe I should join you."
 
Micki

"Well, I don't want to be rude. So Maybe I should join you."


I was uncertain what to say as his hand trailed along over the sheet. I was sure my face turned five shades of red, as I laid back down on the bed. The words echoed in my head, rude, maybe, heck it was better than her worse case scenario at least.

"If that's what you want," my voice is above a whisper. Sure I had seen Mark in swimtrunks but that had been a long time ago it seemed right now. Heck right now I didn't care if we parted ways in the morning, I just wanted one night, needed one night to see how he really was in bed. My overactive imagination was killing me of late, it had been tearing me apart to be with him and not BE with him. "How was you trip?" I finally asked unable to stand the silence as he undressed.
 
Mark Klapper

"How was your trip?" she asked.

I tried not to laugh. She was being sweet; making small talk. "Terrible." I siad. "Until now."

I lost no time in getting undressed, my jacket, tie, shoes and socks, then my pants. I knew Micki was looking at me; why should she hide it? If she wasn't going to like what she saw she shouldn't have climbed in my bed in the first place.

I stopped at my shorts. My cock was already hard, and I wanted her to see how big she had made me just from looking at her. I hate to say that my prick is my best feature, but you've got to go with what you've got, and I've been told that I look better with my pants off than I do with them on. He stretched out my shorts almost down to the hem of the leg, and I could feel the pressure growing.

I turned off the overhead light, leaving the bed lamp on, and I got on the bed, straddling Micki's body. I looked her straight in the eye and I pulled my cock out through the fly of my shorts and lay it down do the tip was right at her crotch. She was still under the sheete, of course, and I was on top of it, but I could feel her warmth through the sheet, and I knew she could feel me pressing against her.

"Micki." I said. "How did you ever know what I wanted tonight? You must be psychic."

I leaned forwartd, the head of my cock stabbing at her pussy beneath the sheet, and I reacherd up and took her breasts, massagingthem gently through the sheet, feeling her nipples on the palms of my hands. She closed her eyes as I dry fucked her nice and slow, my cock growing harder all the while, and then I fell forward on top of her and kissed her.

She reached for me hungrily but I pulled back, wanting to tease just a little. I barely touched my lips against hers, keeping away from her as she chased me, looking for firmer contact, then I grabbed a hold of her hair to keep her head still so I could kiss her as I wanted. And the way I wanted was light and teasing, brushing my lips over hers, nipping her lips with my teeth, licking them gently, and talking to her.

"God, Micki, you're so delicious, baby. I'm going to fuck you nice and slow, all night long. Nice and slow and deep. Shove my cock in you and fuck you hard, Micki, You're just what I want tonight, and I want every bit of you: your mouth, your pussy, your tits, your ass. I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk."

She was already anxious, already reaching for my cock. Her hands were smooth and cool on my hot prick, and I could feel her impatience in the way she touched me. But I wanted to explore this wonderful body first, get to know her. If she thought she was just going to get laid and leave, she was wrong.

I pulled the blankets back, stripped off my shorts, and got into bed with her. She moved over a bit, arching her back as she scooted over and giving me a ghood look at her lovely tits. I kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around me, and this time I let her explore my mouth with her tongue as she showed me what she wanted my cock to do in her pussy.

I felt my way down her smooth, warm body, loving the way her hip thrust up in a sensual curve from the smallness of her waist down to the muscular fullness of her thighs. My fingers dropped down to the soft, tender skin on the inside of her thigh and I followed it up till I could just feel the brush of her pubic hair on the backs of my fingers. I went that far and no further, just playing with her high inner thigh, tracing soft circles in her skin.

She was impatient and the kiss or my touch made her hot. She rolled over on top of me, pressing her big tits into my chest, kissing me hard as I slid my hands down her back to cup her ass and squeeze. By extending my fingers I could approach her pussy from the rear, and she spread her legs to give me access. When I touched her she was already puffy and wet. I played wityh her ass as we kissed, sliding my finger tips up and down her crack, teasing her asshole and stroking her cunt as she began to grind against me. My cock was trapped between us and I could feel it leaking precum across her smooth belly.

"What's the hurry, baby?" I asked her. "We've got all night."
 
Re: Mark Klapper

"Micki. How did you ever know what I wanted tonight? You must be psychic."

"It's what I wanted," I managed to whisper trying not to look stunned at the sight of his cock. Well hung was an understatement and as he teased me through the sheet I thought I was going to go crazy. Even the kiss was not enough and too much, I had been waiting and he had just got here and now it seemed he was going to take his damn time.

I listened as he promised to fuck me until I couldn't walk. It was exactly what I wanted to hear. My fingers slide down to feel what I had so recently seen and he finally pulled the blankets back. I was thinking yes, finally a good fuck and then we can do the touching thing. I needed it so badly, heck I had been masterbating when he caught me.

We kissed again and I let him know exactly what I wanted as my tongue danced along his mouth. I was not above begging, but right now I felt I would only be babbling.

"What's the hurry, baby?" he asked "We've got all night."

The sound was half between a chuckle and a growl. "If you think I'm going to wait all night, you don't know me as well as you should." I pulled my hair back over my shoulders so I could look at him. I leaned in and let my lips barely brush his trying to hold back and failing miserably as my lips parted and tongue moved across my lips. "I've waited long enough," I pull back to huskily say. "We have all night so there is no harm in giving me what I want now is there?" The question borders on command and I barely feel like myself as normally I would go along with the slow teasing as we usually sparred with words. Right now he was asking the impossible.
 
"Oh, hungry are we?" I asked her. "I didn't know it was an emergency, baby. I can help you out with that."

I rolled her over and threw wthe covers back, got up on one elbow and looked at her. She was a sight, from the plea in her eye down to her painted toenails. Eminently fuckable and in need. I could see the glisten of her juice on her shaved mons where she must have been playing with herself. So much for foreplay.

I got between her legs and sat back on my ankles. Took my cock and slapped her pussy withg it, then slid the head up and down in her crease a few times just to grease me up and see her jump. I could see the heat come on inher eyes, and I really would have liked to tease her a little bit, but I'm not a mean guy, and I've rarely seen a woman so ready. She looked me right in the eyes and reached down and spread her labia for me, until the head of my cock was right at her entrance.

"Come on." she said. "Do it!"

Her hips were lifting against me, the tendons in her thighs standing out. Her stomach muscles trembled from the strain of keeping her hips cocked up at me, or maybe just because she was so worked up.

"Move your hands." I told her. "I know where it goes."

She put her hands over her head, grabbing the headboard and bracing herself as I pushed into that sweet pussy, sinking into her like a hot knife through butter.

Her head snapped back and she moaned as I filled her pussy with my big meat, stretching her out as I worked my way into her. Her hands came off the headboard and she put them against my chest to slow me down a little while she sdjusted to me, then she reached around and grabbed my ass so she could pull me all the way in.

"Oh fuck yes, baby!" I hissed. I left it in her for a minute, then pulled out and reseated myself inside her, pushing all the way to the bottom. I wanted to touch her all over inside, every part of her. She was snug and wet and warm and soft all at the same time, and I couldn't get enough.

I grabbed onto the headboard above her and held myself there as I moved in and out of her a few times, looking for her good spots, seeing how she liked it. She wanted it hard and fast, she was in a hurry to come, and when I was too slow she planted her feet and lifted her hips and began to grind against me, showing me what she wanted.

That was fine with me. I'd let her fuck me all night long. And she was having such a good time that I didn't move, just let her fuck me, moving her pussy where ever she wanted to. It all felt great to me, and I love to see a woman go all selfish on me and use my cock for her own pleasure like that. The only thing I did was reach down and slide my wet thumb across her clit a couple times.

She was close. She bit her lip in concentration as she worked her trembling himps slowly against me, steering me to where she wanted and scrubbing her clit against my pubic hair, Her tits quaked with her excited breathing as she worked, her body was a mass of tense muscle. I actually saw the blood rise in her face, saw her get redder and redder, heard her moanms getting louder. Her legs started to shake violently, and soon she couldn't hold her hips up off the bed anymore.

She fell back into the bed just as her come took her. She wrapped her arms around me neck and said, "Fuck me, baby! Oh Fuck me hard!" so I did.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me and began to slam into her spasming pussy as she screamed out her orgasm, fucking her hard, brutal. making her take it all until her screaming stopped and I felt her twitch. I knew that she'd reached that place of supersensitivity after climax where she'd need a couple minutes to recover, so I stopped moving.

I turned her face to mine and kissed her lips, feeling them tremble.
 
Micki

I felt like a quivering mass of jello as I just relaxed, only now feeling how full of cock I was. It was a delightful feeling and I looked at him unsure of whether to thank him, compliment him, or just say I was all set for slow. A combination of them all emerged from my lips, "If I had known you were so well endowed and talented I would seduced you much much sooner."

I'm feeling a tad nervous about where this is going so I throw in a joke, "So cuddling, conversation, or cumming?" It's all so confusing as it was better than I ever thought and more painful to my heart. Well I had surely done it to myself, either way I at least would know what it was like to feel him buried inside me.

"Speechless?" I almost laughed before kissing him, taking the time to enjoy the taste of his mouth, the feel of his tongue. I felt the slight shift of him inside me as my body moved against him. I wasn't sure if I wanted a break, the fuck me until i couldn't walk was a very real possibility and I suddenly realized why past girlfriends had been so happy.
 
I'd gone a bit farther than I'd intended, and I felt myself hanging on the edge of cumming. I pressed my finger against my urethra till the urge passed and took a deep breath. I was okay now. It was just the feel of her that was driving me nuts and there was nothing I could do about that but enjoy it.

"God, Micki, you're good." I breathed, trying not to move. "Why haven't we done this before?"

She have a short laugh but didn't answer. There was no answer anyhow.

"I've got to fuck you now." I said. "I can't hold it off. I can't. I'm close"

I was going to come whether I moved or not, so I'd might as well move.

I pulled out of her and slid back in, all the way, my hips banging against hers. I grabbed her thighs and pressed her legs back against her breasts so I could fuck right down into her, and I began to hammer at her, making the big bed creak and the mattress bounce as I dug my toes into the sheet for every ounce of leverage I could get.

I felt the my orgasm starting in my knees, up my legs to my ass, around to my cock where it stabbed me with hot pleasure as I felt my cock expand in her pussy as I bucked against her, the friction of her soft flesh making me wild, drawing the cum righht out of me. I felt it boil up from way down deep, pulling my soul up with it, running hot through my cock...

"Micki! Micki, baby!" I gasped, writhing on top of her, pushing deep. "I'm coming, baby! I'm coming! I..."

I couldn't speak as my climax ripped though me and I shot into her with all the strength I had, each blast an explosion of pleasure as I gave her all my come, all the tension and frustration pouring into her, again and again.

She took it willingly, thrilled for my pleasure, holding tight to me, clining to me as I emptied myself into her and collapsed against her breasts.
 
Micki

Why hadn't we done this before? because he'd always joked around with her, she'd had a zillion guys hitting on her whenever they went out and he had a list of girls who would fuck him at a phone call. It all went zinging through her head as she felt him pound into her, she took every slam feeling his hunger pulsing inside her and then it was out and for a split second she wondered about a condom. She finally caught her breath and managed to move her legs. My hands slide up along his back, wondering if he was tired, or was he like me more satisfied than I had ever been in my life. I captured his lips in a soft long kiss, unable to imagine a day without touching him, wanting to be able to lick my lips in a restaurant and make him want me.

"You okay?" I ask softly, I certainly wasn't sure I was, my entire world had exploded.
 
I smiled at her, panting like I'd just ran the marathon.

"You won't believe me," I huffed, "but I've never felt better in my life!"

She had that beautiful glow a woman gets after an orgasm, that warm and fuzzy hold-me look. And that's just what I wanted to do.

I put an arm around her and kissed her, our lips just brishing over one another, tickling, till I had to have more of her. Her lips were soft and warm and wonderful to kiss. She seemed to clong to the kiss for just a second after it was over, as if savoring it. It drove me wild.

I lay back and she rolled over and put her head on my chest so she could hear my heart race. She played with my chest for awhile as I stroked her hair. Her eyes were open; I could feel her blink.

I could have asked her what was wrong, but that never gets you anywhere. "Nothing" she would have said. But if nothing was wrong, why was she lying on my chest with her eyes wide open.

Besides, I figured I knew what was wrong. A girl like Micki doesn't just let herself in to your apartment and get into your bed for a quickie. There was something going on here to make her act in such a way. I tried to think if any of her friends had gotten married latelym anyone have a baby, anyone die? Not that I could think of.

But first things first.

"You are staying, aren't you Micki? The whole night, I mean."
 
Mickie

I had never mastered the art of what to do right after, it seemed like if he wanted to sleep I wanted to cuddle, if he wanted to cuddle than I wanted a shower. Right now I wanted more, and I listened to his heart race and wondered how anyone could ever get used to sleeping like this. I heard his question and I turned my face to look at him and planted a soft kiss on his chest. "If that's what you want." I answered, feeling as if my nerves were all frazzled and jangled, every emotion ripped open, every secret exposed. That was inside however because I knew by his question he was trying to figure me out. He knew I did not do one night stands, he had seen me repel plenty of guys by saying my dad knows how to castrate pigs and he says that humans are not that much different. Mark had seen me date, but it was only when we were both dating that we talked about sex. then it was more of why we were getting it or not. I wanted to avoid "the talk" for a while longer and began kissing all over his chest ignoring his nipples.

I'd been fantasizing about this time far too long it was time to try everything, not to get bogged down in the mundane details.
 
"If that's what you want." she said.

"Yes. That's what I want."

She was kissing my chest now, soft and sweet, stopping to suck my skin or give me little love bites. This were not cuddling kisses. These were fuck-me-again kisses, and they had their effect. My cock started to rise beneath the sheet, rearing up like the ghost of Hamlet's father.

I slid my hand down her back as she kissed me and found her ass. A nice, saucy ass, high and round and tight, and it fit perfectly into my hand. I let her kiss me for a while as I slid my hand over her cheeks, then I rolled her over on her back so that she could feel my cock on her thigh.

I slid one hand down to her ass and extended a finger so that it lay along her pussy, as with the other I attacked her from the front. just stroking her lightly as I kissed her breasts and licked them, all around, avoiding her nipples.

She just lay there with her eyes closed letting me work, stroking my hair. Her pussy was still wet and wonderful to touch, all fleshy and slippery, and my one finger tickled her asshole while my other worked at her sex, getting her ready for round two.

"More?" I asked her, and she nodded.

I threw the blankets back and got up.

"Why don't you get on your knees?" I said. "Let's try it this way."
 
Micki

I had no objections, partly because I rather liked the position, and because then I wouldn't have to be looking in his eyes. I licked my lips and moved arranging the pillows so that I'll be plenty comfortable. I lean in to my shoulders and feel my ass raise up off the bed as my knees shift a little closer. I felt exposed yet safe, afraid yet not scared. I let out a long contented sigh as he slowly drew one warm finger along my spine. "Do you do this to all your prey?" I murmured silkily as I wiggle my cute round ass.
 
"Do you do this to all your prey?" she asked as she wiggled her ass back at me.

I was going to give her a smart remark, but really, she looked so absolutely sexy like that.

She did have just a gorgeous ass, round, proud, the skin pink and flawless, like a baby's cheeks. The dark cleft between her buttocks led down to where her puff of pubic hair was visible, sparkling with drops of moisture, and in the shadows above it, the pink flower of her sex was visible, pouting at me.

It was a beautiful sight, and much too good to ignore. I moved behind her and took her buttocks in my hands and felt her smooth skin, then I couldn't help but lower my face and lick her form asshole to the top of her crack, planting kisses on the two dimples that crowned her butt.

I pressed her back down so her chest was on the pillow, which exagerated the thrust of her ass, and I licked her again, this time going down till I reached her pussy. But i couldn't reach her from this way, so I flopped down on my back and she gave a little scream of surprise when I slid my face down between her legs.

I didn't let that bother me. She was wet and warm and smelled like heaven with my come dripping out of her. I ran my tongue along the sides of her pussy, tickling her hairs, then I licked her, just barely touching her at all, till I heard her gasp.

She was staring right down at me over her tits, waiting to see what I would do. I stuck mny tongue way out so that she could see me as I licked her pussy from top to bottom and back up again, not even parting her lips. I reached under and around her thighs and pulled her down till that hot meat kissed me lips and I felt her tremble. Then I opened my mouth and sucked it into me.
 
Micki

The last thing I expected was for him to taste me, not that I didn't adore cunninglus, it just usually was a prelude and not a postlude or interlude. It only highlighted how different of a lover he was and I did not want to let him go ever. I tried not to think of anything more than the delightful sensation of his tongue, doing things I could not see, as I felt him pull me down to him. He was certainly in command now, and I wondered how our needs to be in control would battle both in and out of the bedroom.
 
She was just delicious, and I kissed her pussy almost as I had kissed her mouth, soft, teasing, nipping at her excited flesh, I'm not one to just press my mouth against a woman and start shoving my tongue into her. Every woman's body is different; every woman enjoys different things at different times, and one of the delights of oral sex is finding out what she likes. If she's a decent lover, she'll let you know with the way she moves and the sounds she makes. She might even come out and tell you, "There! There!" or "Just like that!" It's sheer music.

I don't get into oral with every girl. I have to know that she likes it too, and not everyone does. If she just lies there, I lose interest. The feel of a woman in my mouth is very exciting to me and is its own sensual reward, but unless she lets me know that she likes it, all I'm going to do is try and get myself off. I need a woman who's responsive. And Micki was responsive.

I could feel her holding her breath at first, waiting for the contact of my tongue and lips on her. And when I touched her very lightly, she quivered like a fiddle string. When I pulled her down onto me, she dank down with a groan on pleasure, pressing herself to me and showing me what she wanted, kisses to her labia, little licks, but then harder. She was already very excited and ready for my cock. She wanted my tongue inside her, my lips on her clit, tickling her until she had to pull away.

My nose brushed her clit and she liked that. She began to fuck her pussy against me, letting my nose brush against her as I rimmed her opening with my tongue, loving the feel of her soft flesh against me.

When she started getting a little rough and insistent, I encouraged her. It wasn't conscious on my part; her excitement just made me more excited, and I could tell from her breathing and the sounds she made that she was getting close. I wanted her to come. I wanted this gorgeous thing to come in my mouth, on my face. In my excitement I slapped her behind, pulled her down to me, reached up into her dripping flower with my tongue like a hungry hummingbird determine to suck the nectar from this blossom.
 
Micki

It wasn't every guy who could drive me nuts, some guys were so predictable and repetitive that it was barely worth it, but Mark seemed determined to drive me over the edge. Lord he was going to let me cum, he was unbelievable as my body responded moving against him taking and getting what I needed. My mouth moaned words of encouragement and then at the end I cried out one long sound, I swore it echoed far afterwards as my body shuddered and my hips clamped down on his head. I doubted he could even hear me and I finally pulled away enough so that I was sure he could breath.

"Wow," was all I could say panting a little bit as I slowly sat up and looked down at him. I got a little head rush from moving and smiled.
 
Heaven. The sweetest spot in the universe. Between Micki's trembling thighs as she pressed her pussy foown on me and squeezed her legs against my ears, blotting out everything else in the room. All there was was the sound of my own blood pounding in my ears, the taste of her in my mouth, the feel of her grinding passionately against my lips, and her long moan of ecstasy as she came like an angel in my mouth. God! Do I love that!

And was I hot now! Aching, dripping, dying for her. I tried to give her a few minutes to recover, but I was literally shaking with need for her.

"Now, baby?" I asked her. "Are you ready for me?"

I don't know if she really was, but she was game enough. I crawled out from under her and wiped her juices from my face, then positioned her away from the wall she I wouldn't fuck her face into the plaster; I was that hot.

She was still on her knees and I pressed her chest down again so I could see that exquisite curve of her ass that had set me off in the first place. I groaned at the very sight of it.

I put the head of my cock against her opening and she hissed excitedly. I love this moment, just prior to entering, but I'm always too excited to savor it, and this time was no exception, especially when she waved her hips a little and pressed back against me to get me started.

This was a master-slave game, and she knew how to play it perfectly. I pushed forward, parted her flesh, and sunk into her, making us both cry out. She was balm on my aching rod, she was all I wanted and everything I wanted, just to feel her around me, the warmth of her and the tight clench of her on my throbbing cock as she gave herself to me like that. She balled the sheets in her hands as I slid into her, her mouth open in pleasure, and I watched my cock enter her pussy, the most erotic sight in the whole fucking world.

"Oh Micki!" I breathed, "Oh baby you're so fucking good! You just don't know!"

I saw her give that sly, satisfied smile and she wiggled her hips at me and did done of the sexiest things I've ever seen: she turned her head back and looked at me and licked her own shoulder, as if she were fully aware of how delicious she was.

I shoved the last bit of my cock into her and just hung there, saying a silent prayer for having been born a man and able to feel a woman's caress like this.
 
Micki

oh my, it was fabulous the feel of him sinking into me, unable to see him was driving me crazy. I knew he would not last long and didn't care. Part of me hoped he be tired and we could just cuddle up and sleep and part of me wondered what he was thinking about what was really going on.

I turned my head to look at him and I wanted to entice him, egg him on, drive him as crazy as I was as I slowly licked my shoulder. I growled softly as our eyes met and was a little stunned to see the intense passion that raged in his eyes and through his body.

It was almost more than I could take, my body pushed to the limits.
 
You know what makes a girl good in bed? She just loves sex. When all is said and done, after all the articles in Cosmo and all that it just comes down to that one thing: she loves to do it with you, loves the feel of you inside her, and she lets youi know.

And Micki was good. I knew she was tired after coming once already, and that was fine, because I wasn't up for any long distance records myself. She looked back at me with that smokey look and I reached under her to feel her breasts in my hands.

She raised her head and moaned, and that's about all it took.

"Baby, I'm going to come," I whispered. "Okay? Are you ready?"

"Oh yesss!" she sighed.

"Then tell me you want it, Micki. Tell me so I can come hard."

I had my hands on her shoulder and she grabbed my finger s and sucked them in her mouth.

"Yess, baby! Yes, Mark, I want your come! I want all of your come. baby! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Her last syllable rose into a shreik as her words put me over the edge and I began to come inside her. Nothing violent, nothing wild, just unloading all that passion and desire into her as she sucked my fingers as if they were my cock and hummed in pleasure.

That one drained me, and must have knocked her out too, because we both fell over at the same time, sighing with pleasure.

She was already in my arms, her back against me, so I pulled her close and burrowed my face into her hair and just felt her heart pounding beneath her breast. I passed into that sweet contented semi-sleep of a deeply satisfied man.
 
Micki

I felt drained and energized and found sleep overtake me quickly. My last thought was that I hope he was asleep as well as I snuggled in close and let a deep dreamless sleep of a satisfied woman.

I felt rather than saw the warm rays of Saturday morning. I snuggled in closer not wanting to wake up and wanting to wake up at the same time. What would the light of day bring? rational thought? I turned and snuggled up against him planting a kiss on an exposed spot on his neck. "Morning," I whispered wanting to say more but unsure of what to say. Should I pull away and go to the bathroom? Should I give myself time to think and ask about breakfast? Should I put off the discussion and seduce him?

Instead I simply said, "Did you get what you needed last night?" it had to be the stupidest thing I could ask but for some reason that was what I said.
 
I came slowly awake to the wonderful feeling of woman warm and soft against me, and the smell of her fading perfume in my nose.

What made it even nicer was that there no trace of a hangover, none of that "what-the-hell--did-I-do-last-night?" dread that makes you want to never open your eyes for fear of who you'll find in bed with you. I knew exactly where I was and who was with me and what we'd done last night.

Still, I was in no hurry to wake up. It just felt so nice to lie there with her, all tangled up. I kept my eyes closed when I felt her kiss my neck.

"Did you get what you needed last night?" she asked me.

I smiled. "Not enough." I said, and I opened my eyes.

Women always worry about what they look like in the morning. But for my money, there's nothing sexier than than that well-fucked look. I really mean that. The hairdo ruined, the hair out of place, even the eyeliner smeared and lipstick gone. It makes them look so wanton.

On the other hand, when nature calls...

"Keep the bed warm?" I asked her. "Be right back."

I threw on my robe and went to the john. First things first. Then I washed my face and rinsed. Rinsing's enough, for Christ sake. I don't have trenchmouth.

I came back out and took the robe off and offered it to her.

"Your turn?" I asked her.
 
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