Raiding the kitchen

Holding her hips, the water making her bouyant, as light as a feather, my cock slides slowly into her tight sheath. She told me once, "Size does not matter, but it sure helps."

My mouth captured her other nipple as our eyes locked...like magnets, the pull irresistable. Tugging it with my lips - I love the reaction as she grinds her pubic bone on mine. Her body is crying for release, but I slow my movements, letting her do all the work...wanting to prolong the moment forever - her sheath caressing my cock with a thousand tiny fingers.
 
Sometimes the fire that burns slowest is the hottest.

Riding up and down on him is illiciting tiny bursts inside of me, gliding outward to all parts. I tilt my hips forward as I go up, and rotate them going down. I want to start rocking my hips back and forth creating the friction that will bring us both to fruition. But he stays my hips. He wants to enjoy this maybe, and I resist the urge to go faster. I will ride this stallion slowly, lazily, with joy.
I see that he wants me to do the work, so I do it. I rock back and forth on him slowly, not breaking contact with is pelvis. I drag my finger nails over his chest, and down his belly and I do my pelvic danse. I tilt my head back, and close my eyes, his hands still holding my hips, but not guiding me. I let my body take over. No more thought, no more planning, just good wonderful sex. An ancient beat rang in my ears, and thru out my veins, lending to me the sway that I needed to complete this act. I let it. I let it embrace Gary as it had embraced me, and I smiled at him, with that naughty gleam in my eyes.
 
Cindy's blue eyes are glistening like chips from an iceberg. Her mouth is parted slightly as she rides me. My entire length is buried in her. The sensations are exquisite.

Lifting her effortlessly with my hands under her thighs, I pick up the pace. My hands are driving her back and forth on my cock, slamming her down to meet each thrust. After eight months of lovemaking I can tell when she is close to her explosion. The water is warm, her body hot. Growling deep in my throat, each of my thrusts lift her almost out of the water. Arching my back, I have her pinned against the side of the tub...the water churned by our bodies.

With a scream, I feel my balls contracting, and hot jets of cum spew into her depths. My hips drive her back, hard, as I cum and cum.....electric jolts coursing through my body.
 
I lost my breath with his thrusts, he brought me with him as
he came. I felt the bursts of energy radiating thru me. My body tensed, I felt my vaginal wall tighten, squeezing that amazing cock wrapped in its depths. The shivering started at my toes and travelled up to my head. I opened my eyes and watched his face in the aftermath. I loved watching him.
 
My lips pressed softly against my lover's...as we enjoyed the little aftershocks of our passion. Still joined in the most intimate of embraces, I pulled her close and encircled her with my arms....
 
I buried my face in the spot between Gary's neck and shoulder, letting the effects of the orgasm subside. I begin kissing his neck. Slow, soft kisses, like butterfly wings. Then a little lick and a light nip. His skin tastes good. I move my mouth up and down his neck, his shoulder. Soft kisses, sweet kisses, then more suction, and a little bite. No marks though, at least none visible... My arms unwind from around him as I run them up and down his strong arms, back, shoulders. Into his lovely hair. I run my fingers down his face, committing to memory, the way his face feels on my finger tips. I trace his lips, his eyebrows, I run my finger over his eyelid, and his eyelashes are silky beneath. My hands glide over his strong chin, and my finger dabbles in the dimple in his chin. Then I take in his cheekbones, and the face of the man who is my lover. This gets me turned on again, but on a different level. I think he sees it in my eyes. Can he see how much I want him?
 
With a soft sigh, I pick Cindy up in my arms and climb slowly out of the sensuously warm water. Placing her gently on her feet, I reach for a soft, fluffy towel and wrap her in it. Lips touch her nose...her cheek. An inner warmth suffuses them both.
 
Gary is so gentle, so sexy. I let him wrap me in a towel, and I dry his chest. We make our way to the bed, kissing more often than not on the way. I have him lie down, on his stomach. I wipe the water droplets off his back. I reach beside my bed an take out my patchouli oil, it was warming on a heating pad. I kissed him on the ear, as I poured some oil into my hands. I started at his shoulders and worked the oil into his skin, massaging the thick muscles. He sounded like he was purring. I worked my way down his back, and to his ass, down his legs. Then I had him flip over.
 
langourous, relaxed, I roll over at the urging of her hands. Laying on my back, one hand behind my head, I watch Cindy - my eyes drinking in her beauty. Her classic features, the thrust of her breasts - dark aureolas capped with nipples that I love to suck. Flat tummy, pussy lips - puffy now - legs to die for. Reaching up, I trace the curve of her cheek, my eyes speaking volumes...
 
The aroma of patchouli was wafting around the room. It is a very sexy smell. I started at Gary's feet. His big mans feet. I rubbed all the tenseness out of each foot, taking care with all the special spots. I then worked on his calves, and thighs, and I couldn't ignore the hips, but I always did those last. I straddled him as I began rubbing oil into his chest. I took each arm in turn and completely massaged them, all the way down to his fingers. I could tell he was getting really relaxed. I smiled as I scooted down a little, and began working on his pelvic area. Softly, gently massaging. I got his dick so nice and hard again. I smiled again as I got up and took out some scarves. I wagged my eyebrows and said, "We are gonna play, You Can't Touch, No Matter What I Do." He just blinked at me. I straddled his chest, giving him full view of my swollen pussy, and tied his hands to the bedposts.
 
Her new game was making me crazy. I want nothing more than to touch her, drive her up the walls. But I decide to let her tie my hands to the posts and see what will happen.

My throbbing cock is aching to be buried between those puffy pussy lips that are right in front of me. I struggle, but remain tied. I know I can break loose, but that would spoil the fun.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 09-20-2000 at 06:44 AM]
 
I decided to forgo the blindfold this time, thinking that I wanted him to watch me. I bent over and rubbed my nipples on his chest, going down towards his dick. When I breasts rubbed against his dick, he twitched. I touched him lightly, then not so lightly, all over, sending him into erotic overdrive. I wanted every nerve ending to be on fire. I wanted his very arousal to complete, nothing left out. To satisfy the visual, I took out my vibrator, and gave him a little show. It was something I did only occassionally, I knew how much he liked to see me masturbate. He struggled further up on the pillows so he could get a better view. He was silent. But his expression told all. Usually, I don't get to finish, he always breaks in my fucking me, hard. Tonite, he is going to watch me bring myself to orgasm, then I will let him go.
 
Her teasing is almost causing my brain to short circuit. The synapses are blasting signals through my entire system. As I watch her, kneeling, she takes her toy out of the bedstand drawer. Then, god, she straddles me again and slips it into her core...a couple of inches. In and out, hypnotic almost. She is expertly touching all her hot buttons, the buzz of the toy a constant sound; her clit has poked out for attention. Her eyes are on me and she is almost writhing as she masturbates. Her pussy is dripping juices on my chest - a chest that is heaving as though I had run a four minute mile.

I remember when she has done this before, but before I always fucked her - hard and harder. "Cindy, baby," almost pleading, let me taste you." Remembering, from a sex-soaked corner of my brain how she likes to be talked to 'dirty', I groan out, "Baby, sit on my face. Grind your cunt on my mouth. I want to fuck your hot pussy with my tongue."
 
Actually, Gary's response was beyond anything that vibrator was doing to me. I turned off my toy. "you want to eat me Baby?" I asked, crawling up to his face. I put my finger in my sopping cunt and traced it around my lips. "You want to taste me?" I leaned forward to kiss him, letting him get a whiff of the juices on my lips. He strained forward. I backedup. "No, no. No touching. Remember?" I smiled as I leaned in and kissed him. I let his tongue wander around my lips, tasting me. Then I straddled his head. "Go for it Baby."
 
My tied hands allowed her to control everything - a new experience for me. My tongue slipped over her lips - engorged with blood. Stretching my neck higher, I slipped it between those fat lips. Then opening my mouth wide, I began to suck them. As she spread her legs wider to give me access, I pointed my tongue and drove it deep into her pulsing cunt; swirled it around as my face was soaked with her juices. My eyes were open; I could see her face, contorted, as I probed her pussy. Matching my actions to my words, I begin to fuck her with my tongue,; feeling her grinding her pussy on it. Her moans got louder. Her hands were mauling her tits; pulling and teasing her nipples.

Could the controller have become the controllee? Role reversal?

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 09-20-2000 at 12:07 PM]
 
OOC: role reversal is fun....Controller becomes controlee
(neither one of those spellings look right).
IC:
As Gary tongue fucked me, I was lost in it. His tongue drove deep into me, making me tremble. Ok, so I wanted to get fucked, and I wanted him to do it. I reached up and untied his hands and said, "Are you gonna fuck me now Baby?"
 
Inwardly chuckling, I realize that my magic tongue has done its work. As I feel my hands being untied and hear her voice, I slide my tongue out of her pussy, and rub it, ever so gently, over her clit. My free hands are caressing her firm ass, squeezing and massaging those lovely cheeks.

With a herculean effort, I push my bubbling passion back a few steps. I remember the last time she said she wanted to be fucked. I was further down the mountain, so I held back. "Damn, she almost ripped my cock off when we finally did," I think. Letting my tongue talk to her silently, I continue to lick - and lick - and lick...
 
I untied him, and he kept licking me. It was heavenly, but I had this aching need to be fucked thoroughly. Gary knew that. He knew my sexual needs almost as well as I did. I surrendered to his tongue once again, and felt that wave of white light wash over me. Like a tide of electricity. I rode that wave until it crashed on the shore. Gary tells me my face becomes more beautiful when I cum. He enjoys watching the expressions ranging from exhileration, to complete joy. I have to admit, I like to cum. But now. NOW, I really wanted him to fuck me, hard. I pulled him on top of me, willing him to do what he would.
 
After her explosion, she rolled over quickly and pulled me on top - her legs spread - inviting me to plunge my throbbing cock into her core. Kneeling between her legs, I lift both of her legs high in the air, allowing her calves to rest on my shoulders. Taking myself "in hand," I guide the tip up and down her wet, puffy lips, engorged with blood. The "man in the boat" is shiny, and he loves to be touched.

Teasing time over, back arched, hands supporting my weight, I PLUNGE my cock deep into her silky sheath. Long, hard strokes - almost withdrawing completely, and then - SLAMMING deep. Over and over I thrust; our pelvises slam, almost painfully together. At the deepest point, I begin to circle my hips before pulling back for the next stroke. I am almost boring into her. At times, we both want and need HARD fucking, pounding each other mercilessly.
 
I met his thrusts with ones of my own. The harder, pain/pleasure mixture was filling me up. I could feel him hitting the very base of my cervix, and then the almost total withdrawal, then back again, hard. "Oh, yeah, baby, you got, fuck me." I yelled at him. Sweat was dripping off of him, onto me, and it was good sex. I had my hands braced on the mattress to enable me to raise my hips a little more, to catch the hardest strokes he could give me. "Sweetie, let me roll over Kay?" I asked him. doggie style, hard is even better....
 
Sweat pouring off our bodies, I slide out of her, my cock shiny from her juices. She immediately rolls over, on her hands and knees, her tight ass invitingly raised in the air. Too aroused to play, my hands grip her hips and my cock slams back into her dripping cunt. We have never hit these heights before. Raising one leg, bending it at the knee, I slam my cock back into her pussy. "God, its like a velvet cloth," I think.

Her breasts are swaying like ripe fruit as she takes each stroke, ramming her ass back on my cock each time I thrust. Sliding my hands up her body, my hands cup, squeeze...full boobs begging for attention. Each long stroke brings exquisite pleasure to the tip of my cock. Her pussy massages it with its wet glove.
 
I raised my ass for him, and he took the invitation. As he made his position more viable more strong, hard strokes, I met each thrust with my ass. "Fuck me Gary, give me all of it" I gasped. I knew I was being very demanding. But I knew Gary would be able to comply. The Feeling of his huge dick gliding in and out of my tightness was bliss. I was moaning in my pleasure. His hands on my breasts sent more tremors through me.

This was base, animal sex, purely and simply, passion, red hot. "Take me where you want to Gary, let me be your whore." I wasn't sure how he would respond to those words. We didn't often talk dirty, but the occassion seemed to call for it.
 
As I slammed in and out of her, her words cut through the fog of passion. Responding as my cock plunged in and out of her, my balls slapping her with each stroke, I said, "My whore - yes Cindy, be my whore. Tell me how my cock feels in your cunt. Tell me where you want it."

Squeezing her breasts harder, I slammed her so hard that her body bucked each time my prick drove home, my hips pounding against her ass. She seemed to almost be over the edge, teetering on the brink... Her ass drove back each time my hips moved forward. She was trying to swallow my cock with her pussy.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 09-22-2000 at 04:05 PM]
 
IC: Cindy:
He wanted me to talk to him some more? I could barely breathe. I was gritting my teeth, enjoying the utter depravity of it. "Gary, fuck your whore however you want to." I gasped out. "Take me there, Gary, Take my ass. "Make me like it Gary." "Please?" I started begging. He knew what I really wanted. We didn't go there very often, but sometimes, when things got wild enough, it was the only thing that would take the edge off.
 
Hearing her words turned me on more, if that was possible. Growling, a gutteral sound that sounded foreign, even to me, "My little whore will get exactly what she wants." Slipping my cock completely out of her sloshing, wet pussy, I grabbed the thick shaft in one hand - shiny from her juices, slippery and wet. Pressing the purplish head against her tight rosebud, I pushed - slightly. The resistance almost made me cum. Thinking about spinach, I regained control. My hips pressed the head in...and then a couple of inches of my hard cock. I paused, waiting for her to adjust and relax her muscles. Despite the wildness of our sexual encounters, I never want to hurt her - ever.

Her ass is raised, my cock between her firm cheeks. Pressing a bit harder, I feel myself start to slide into her tight ass. Its like a virgin's pussy, not that I have had many of those. Slow, steady pressure; my cock is slipping deeper. Hands on her hips, I urge her back on my cock.
 
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