0 comments/ 6046 views/ 0 favorites T and Me Ch. 01 By: justcallmesweets I crossed my arms in front of my chest and let the hot water run over my head and down my back. Something about a hot shower late at night always makes me think of him, the last time he was here, what happened the last moment I saw him. So vivid, I can feel his hands wash me while I close my eyes and enjoy being adored. His arms closed tightly around me, while the hot water spills down around us. I open my eyes again and the vision disappears, his face washing down the drain with the rest of the soapy water. The first time I spent time with him, it was at a bar, getting drinks with our co-workers. Mid-thirties, blonde hair, a worn baseball cap always on his head, strong military stance and body, standing six foot three and most importantly, always the center of attention. Oh, how he held the center of a room. It was like he was a magnet, and people just got pulled to him. A woman I had met in the bathroom came out and drunkenly sat at our table, flirting endlessly with him, asking him if he was married, what he did for a living, then rattling on about her job and her boss, intermittently. Most of her conversation was directed at T, not taking notice to the five or so other people sitting at the table with him. Without warning, she reached her hand up the pant leg of his shorts and suggested that if he wasn't married, that he should come home with her. I saw a change in his face that I will never forget. "My wife wouldn't appreciate you doing that," he laughed, but then his face fell serious. "Oh! You have a wife, do you?" She responded with drunken animosity. He motioned at me. T suddenly turned to his right where I was seated and I saw the change in his face, and I felt his strong hand on the back of my neck. "I'm going to kiss you, and you'd better kiss me like you're head over heels for me." Then his tongue was in my mouth. I felt a shiver down my spine like I'd never felt before and a melting sensation in my chest that released itself in my panties. Oh, there was no need to pretend I'm head over heels, honey; you just hammered that last nail in. The look on the woman's face was that of jealousy and then rage and she stood up from the table, kicking her chair backwards. "I'll fight you for him!" She screamed at me, and suddenly the same look crossed T's face. After the kiss, I realized it was the look of assertion, that whatever statement he was going to make was going to happen because God help you if you chose to disobey. She saw this look then too, and left the bar with a huff. I had driven him down to the bar, and he asked me then to take him back to his truck. The ride back was silent, and I was completely clueless as to what I could say, and dared not to ask for more, even though I so badly wanted to. He sat in the passenger seat, quiet, for five minutes, as I sat staring into the parking lot lights. "I'm going to start my truck, and then I need to talk to you." T got out of my car and slammed the door, fumbled with his keys to unlock his truck, and got it started. I watched him look at himself in his window, take a deep breath, and then turned around. He got back in the car and the look was there again. I wasn't scared, but instead curious if I should expect an apology. Instead, I was totally blown away. "I want to reward you for listening and doing as you were told at the bar." It was said in a low tone, nearly a growl. "I don't understand..." and his mouth was on mine again, kissing me more gently this time, and his hands moved to my pants and tore away the button, sliding his hands roughly down the front of my underwear. I couldn't help myself, it was something about his control over the situation that made me instantly wet. I had no choice in the matter, and I was completely ok with it. I'd never experienced something like this before in my life, I didn't want it to stop. I was rewarded by his hand beckoning two orgasms out of me, in the driver seat of my car while sitting in the parking lot at work. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Mid August, two and half years after he pulled me into his world, I found myself driving two hours to go see him for his birthday weekend. The weekend ended up being cool and crisp and the days were spent with our kids, having cookouts and taking them to car shows, sitting out at the picnic table for all our meals, and functioning like a typically family. I had brought a dress for his actual birthday, and I couldn't wait to wear it. I wore jeans and a t-shirt all weekend, most of my clothes now too big, my pants three sizes too large and my t-shirts hung baggy. I was brunette and 160 pounds, with broad shoulders and thick legs and bottom, standing five foot six. I knew I wasn't a head turner with my physical appearance, but if you got close enough, I've been told my eyes draw you in, like Venus fly traps. So from the outside, we seemed like a normal couple living normal lives. Normal. Plain. Ordinary. Regular. Usual. Common. Vanilla. I remember vanilla from years ago. I would never miss that state of being again in my life. The evening before his birthday, while I sat musing on how much everything had changed in the past nearly three years, I was informed of a duty I was expected to do. The kids were all brushing their teeth, focusing on getting ready for bed, choosing their cartoons for the night and climbing into their bed altogether. I felt his breath on my neck and could feel the change in his voice. "Go upstairs and run the shower. Undress, and don't get in until you are told," remarked T, in a low growl. I immediately stood, not daring to disobey, and kissed the kids good night and mentioned I was going to shower. I walked up the long flight of stairs wondering what he had in mind. It was never the same, always changing, always spur of the moment. I started the shower, and undressed as I was told...and waited. I waited and waited and waited. I can feel the steam from the shower and felt the cool air from the vent wash over me, and started to shiver. My nipples tensed, my skin got bumpy, and I shook. This was becoming torture rather than enjoyment. The door pushed open, and he came in and undressed in front of me. I wanted him to hold me against him, because he was always so warm, but he stood out of arms reach, penis hard, glaring at me with his look of assertion. Wordlessly, he got in the shower and began to groan within the warm water. I know he saw how tight my nipples were, he must know how cold I am. Still I stood until I was given direction. He slid the curtain to the side, he was now completely wet, and I could see the steam coming off his body. "Kneel." He demanded, and I did as I was told, hoping to earn entrance into the warm shower by compliance. "Now open," he demanded once again, and I submitted to his order. I knelt on the cold tile floor, hands on my naked thighs, back strong and upright, and took him into my mouth, and sucked slowly, working my way down from the head to the base, letting my tongue flick out when I had him in fully, licking his balls. Slowly I worked my way back up to his tip, then sucked gently and used my tongue to trace the head, slip through the slit, then lick from the base to the tip before taking him fully into my mouth again. I focused on pleasing him, trying to block out the cold, and ignore the ache in my legs from the cold tile floor. He groaned loudly, grabbing my hair and forcing himself into my throat, and I felt his penis swell and fill my mouth with cum. I could feel the ache in between my legs now too, outweighing the sensation of cold. He withdrew from my mouth to let me swallow, and offered his hand to help me up. I stood then, still waiting to be allowed to get in. "Grab a washcloth and a bar of soap, please." His tone had changed again, now filled with compassion. I quickly gathered the items and handed them to him, and he pulled my hand to signal me to come in. I could have nearly exploded, the warm water felt amazing. Then the assertion was back. "Wash me, slowly." And I was more than happy to stand in the warm water and worship his body with soap. The next morning was his birthday, and he was up early, doing things outside, he left me sleep, untouched and wound up from the evening before, never giving me release. I might have to beg later and deal with the punishment. I pinned my hair up with bobby pins, curling it in oldies pin up style, slipped my polka dot dress on and slid my red lipstick across my lips. I knew he loved the old pinup style, and I mostly wanted to torture him seeing me in a dress all day and not being able to do anything about it. There would be punishment for that too, but a couple slaps on the ass would be nothing compared to what would happen if I would beg. Wait a minute...what would happen? I trembled all the way down the steps wondering what his reaction would be. His face lit up. "You look incredible. Did you bring that to wear just for me?" I was elated. "Y-yes," I stammered, "I did." "Well you did a fantastic job," then paused as he added, "Again." Did I just get a pat on the back for last night too? Oh he was so devious to me. What was I in for? I made breakfast, standing at the oven in my dress and heels, and cooked for him and the kids. We spent the day letting the kids play outside, and I took my heels off to play soccer with them. He busied himself with relatives that stopped by, reading cards and opening gifts. We decided we would do a cookout later for dinner. We ran to the store, and he suggested that we swing by and get some beer and wine while we were out. I hadn't had a drink in nearly six months, so I agreed that a glass of wine sounded good. While we were heading home, T made another suggestion, after the kids had fallen asleep in the backseat. "I'd love a repeat of last night, except tonight, in front of the fire pit." Well, at least I'd be warm. "In the dress," he added quickly. I smirked, then nodded. We enjoyed dinner cooked on the grill, and let the kids exhaust themselves afterwards, watching them run from the picnic table. Out of the blue, T slid his hand up the back of my dress. "The panties need to be gone after the kids go to bed." I swear, every time he declared a new rule, I couldn't help but get wet for him. By the time the kids went to bed, I was wound so tightly I thought I was going to pop if I didn't get him inside of me. I carried the beer and the wine out to the fire, and he brought me a mixed drink to start with, slid his finger inside of me to make sure I had removed my panties as instructed, and walked away to talk to his brother. The drink was fruity and strong, but it'd been such a long day that it felt good to at least try and unwind. We sat listening to music, he sat talking to his brother, and I finished off two more mixed drinks...and I dozed in front of the fire, warm and relaxed, listening to his voice. I woke with a start three hours later, to my heels being pulled off my feet. "Kneel." And he walked away to put more wood on the fire. The fire erupted when he added to it, and I scrambled quickly to kneel before he turned around to face me. And there he was, erect in front of my face again, so I took him in deep, and worked quickly, hammering him deeper and deeper into the back of my mouth, praying that he would return the favor when I finished my work. It didn't take long; he groaned and pulled my head in tight again. "Good girl," he said in a low growl as he finished in my mouth again. He began to fix himself and offered his hand to help me stand. "Now to sleep," he said, pulling me to my feet, and turned to walk toward the house. Then my tension got the best of me. "Wait, what about me?" I blurted out, in a begging tone. He came to a dead stop in the middle of the yard. "Excuse me?" he said it aloud, but remained facing the house. "Nothing. It's nothing. I'm tired and wound up." I tried to recover but it was a weak excuse at best. He turned around and I could see the fire reflected in his eyes. He was at least 75 feet from me, but I was frozen to my spot and had no idea what was about to happen next. He took two deep strides toward me, then broke into a run, and was in my face in one of my blinks. With one of his arms he grabbed my right leg, the other arm supported my back and suddenly I was in mid air, then a THUD and I was flat on my back on the ground, the fire burning brightly 25 feet to my right. "What about you," and I watched as he undid his pants and saw his eyes reeling for a punishment, "What about you?" I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders and remained speechless, not wanted to dig my ditch any deeper. He towered over me, holding his dick in his hand. "Is this what you want? You want this inside of you?" I nodded, not only because it was the truth but I thought maybe he'd take pity on me and just give it to me and have it over with. He knelt over my chest and lifted my head to stuff himself back inside of my mouth. He looked down at me. "Make it wet. Soak it." And I drooled over his dick and pumped him in and out of my mouth to cover him wholly. He stood again and kneeled in front of me, poised at the entrance of my pussy, making no motion whatsoever. "This?" and he looked down at his dick. I nodded again, this time with enthusiasm. "This is mine to give. Not yours to ask for. You understand that you must be punished?" This question was followed by fervent head shaking by yours truly. I didn't even have the chance to take a breath, he was suddenly so deep it felt as though he might bust out of my lower ribcage, and it hurt to have him take me so roughly. He held my hands above my head and slammed himself into me continually, until I cried out when I felt every muscle in my lower body tighten and came so intensely around his dick. My ache was not soothed, and my punishment was not fulfilled, and I knew that he knew. "It's not enough is it?" and his hands moved from my wrists to my ankles and lifted my bottom into the air. He gave me two slow pushes and slid his still solid dick into my ass, filling me deeply. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the pleasure. He would not allow this. "Open your eyes!" He demanded, and I felt one hand release from my ankles and slap across my panty-less bottom. My eyes were heavy from drinking and I found difficulty in opening them to obey. "I said, open your eyes," and the spanking continued, until I managed to lift my heavy eyes open again. I felt him suddenly withdraw from my ass, and slide back inside my pussy, this time rhythmically plunging himself inside of me until I came around him again. He felt me wash over him, and withdrew himself from it, and let my ass wrap around his dick again. He could see me getting closer again, so he pulled out and switched holes again, allowing me to get close then vacating before I could reach release. For 25 minutes, he switched back and forth, not allowing me to climax. I heard his teasing finally get the best of him, when he came deeply in my ass, where I followed him with my own orgasm. That was not the end of it. I was still not satisfied. I don't know how he could feel my tension, but he pushed my shoulders back against the ground and told me to watch the stars. He pulled my dress all the way off, and pulled at my nipples, toggling between biting and sucking them, and forced himself back into my pussy, this time laying inches from my face. I could smell the beer on his breath, and hear his heavy breathing as he worked on massaging from the inside. Deeper and deeper he throbbed inside of me, until I could feel him about to explode again. I rocked my hips forward to meet his orgasm with my own, and felt him shoot his warm stream within my walls. He helped me to stand and dress, and carried me into the house and laid me to sleep, still full of his cum, finally relieved of my tension. T and Me Ch. 02 Well, I have only had one comment so far on chapter one. Not exactly complementary....of course the commentator didn't have the stones to identify him/her self. I'll post all of the chapters anyway. It's an opportunity to relive the first morning of the first full weekend I spent with the love of my life. I hope someone enjoys them anyway. ---------------------------------------------- " I am so thirsty from all the heavy breathing, can I get you something to drink, Baby?" She asked sweetly. " My mouth is as dry as a popcorn fart, Babe." " Why do you have to be so crude sometimes?" She said as she lightly smacked my cheek. I just chuckled, " To get a rise out of you, it amuses me honey." " Well, it doesn't amuse me" she snapped, giving me her disapproving look. She stood up and pulled her pajama bottoms back up onto her hips. There was a half circle of obvious moisture on the front, right below her belly button. "Wow! I didn't know I had soaked myself too." She said casually as she stepped over me and headed to the kitchen. I looked down; my shirt was soaked from my sternum to the hem. The waistband of my sleeper pants was just as awash. My raging boner was ticking straight up through the opening in my pants and bobbed with my pulse, a drop of pre cum ran down the shaft, following the trail of the drop before it. I had not generated lube like this in years. Every time Teresa and I get at it, she makes my cock drool like it belongs to a ninth grader. I didn't dare reach down and stroke it. I knew I would pop in just a couple of strokes so, I decided to let myself settle down for a while. Teresa came back into the living room with a beer and a wine cooler. Handing me the beer, she stepped over me and turned to sit on the couch. "How's you elbow, Sweetie?" she asked as she raised the bottle to her lips and lowering her eyes to by bobbing hard-on. " The pins and needles are gone but it's gonna be sore tomorrow." I sipped the beer as I propped myself up on the other elbow. Looking up at her from the floor, I could see that her chest was still flushed and her nipples were still hard. Her blonde hair was all tussled and fell across her shoulders in a mess she would never let anyone but me see. She is lovely and I love her so. I find it ironic that after my second divorce, I told myself that I was going to stick with younger chicks so, I could keep the upper hand and have my way, coming and going. It's ironic, because here I was with a woman 2 years my senior who was more energetic and exciting that the younger women I had been cavorting with. Over the past few months I had been nailing girls as young as 23 up to 37. I thought I wouldn't be able to find a woman in my age bracket who would have a body as fine as my second wife's was. I figured they would be all saggy and too soft. I was used to Kim's firm sleek form. She had never had kids so birthing hormones had never had their way with her. She had the body of a 20 something but she was Teresa's age. O.K. so, I'm a superficial pig...I admit it and I have come to terms with it. The Universe always seems to fins a way to change your plans for you and now was no different. Teresa is proof of that. I had joined a dating web site and posted my profile. I was surprised at how ell it was working for me. I was getting tons of communication from all sorts of women and luckily lots of them were in just the category I was interested in. I steered away from the ones who were obviously looking to fall in love and get a new daddy for their kid(s). Then there are the ones looking for a meal ticket...no thanks. I was checking my email on day and found a message from Teresa. " Hmm," I thought out loud. " I don't remember ever seeing a Teresa in the group I was looking at. Maybe she's brand new to the site." I clicked on the email to give it a look and liked what I read. She said all the right things. She came across as friendly but not needful or clingy. Honest but not demanding. What I was reading looked like someone my age had written it. She said she was in to the same things as I am and I really got interested, even though I wasn't looking for a keeper at this point I had to check it out. I clicked the link to her profile and WOW! Her profile picture was too good to be true. Here was the smiling face of a dazzling blonde I could only have dreamed of and she was reaching out to me. Skepticism immediately made it's way into my head. Too good to be true, it's got to be. I read the profile text and really became suspicious when I saw that in a couple of days she was having her 45th Birth Day. "No friggin' way...this chick is not 45." I said to myself either she's full of it or the picture was ancient. Looking at the photo again I could see a time and date stamp in the corner but it was too small to read. I fixed that by saving the picture and opening it back up in Photoshop to blow it up. When I enlarged the picture I was again blown away. It was taken just this past Christmas. Intrigue soon replaced skepticism and I had to respond. At her age I knew she would be able to see right through any bullshit lines so I just let go and tried not to work her, rather be myself and see how she responded. The next day I got another email from her and we started to get to know each other on the web. After two weeks of swapping casual but sincere emails, she asked me if I would like to chat via instant messaging. I sent her my handle and told her I would be on line later that night. I couldn't wait to get on line that night and see if we might really hit it off. Not two minuets after the time I gave her for me to be on, the IM window popped up on my screen. Greg? R U there? It's Teresa. My guts jumped and I waited long enough to not seem to eager. Yep, I'm here...how R ya? The next 3 and a half hour raced by and we were hitting it off big time. Now, way passed my bed time I had to tell her I needed to get some sleep but that I am usually on line the same time nearly every night. We agree to chat some more the next night and said our good byes. 6 nights in a row Teresa and I swapped stories, likes, dislikes and descriptions of our grown children. I had completely blown off perusing any more dates with other women and found myself engrossed with Teresa. I finally had to address the elephant in the room...a meeting face to face. So when am I going to get to actually C U? I typed it out without warning. How about tomorrow night? She answered as though she knew it was coming. We arranged to meet at a sports pub half way between us and test the waters. I got to the pub about 5 minuets before that appointed time and waited at the front door for her. I snuffed out a smoke about 10 minuets after we were supposed to meet and began to think I was getting stood up. I turned to look at the parking lot as she slowed to a stop in front of me. Rolling down the window, she said, " I am so sorry for being late. I took a wrong turn getting here." I barely heard her. I was looking at the hottest thing I had seen in a long time, sitting in a Lexus SUV. She was wearing a blood red silk blouse that clung to her bust like it was painted on. "Greg?" I snapped out of stupor..."No biggie, you aren't that late. It's only 10 after and it's still early." I pointed out a parking spot right near my truck and walked across the lot. Before she could get out, I open her car door and she looked surprised. I stared dumbfounded as she got out, grabbed her purse and stepped clear so I could close the door. "Hello at last!" she chirped happily. " It so nice to see you in person." Again, I had to snap out of my haze and returned the thought. As I turned to walk her to the door of the pub, she lightly grabbed my upper arm and said, "Hey, I want to get something out of the way." With that she leaned toward me and planted a soft kiss right on my shocked lips. Not a quick peck but a tender kiss. The rest of the night was a blur as we talked and ate and drank. I walked her to her car around midnight and asked I could see her again. So now I find myself lying on her living room carpet, beer in hand, hard cock sticking in the air and still completely captivated at her beauty. She hadn't taken her eyes off of my straining boner as she sipped her cooler. She was looking at it like she was deciding what to do with it. We had been seeing each other almost every night and there wasn't much she had not done to or with my dick. "I'll be right back, Babe." She got up from the couch and turned to go down the hall. I downed the last of my beer and got up to sit in the lounge chair on the other side of the room. As I stretched out, I tucked my eager pecker back into my pants and waited for her. When she came back, she had on a nightshirt that barely came down passed her crotch. Her nipples were poking out suspending the thin material away from her body. She crossed the room like a jungle cat approaching its prey. Bending over the lounger, she kissed me on the lips. She tasted like a mixture of wine cooler and her own crotch. My cock quickly began to re-stiffen. Lifting my still damp shirt over my head, she began kissing my nipples and slowly worked her way down my stomach. In a fluid motion she slid her hand under the waist band of my sleep pants, over my hip, under the small of my back and effortlessly pulled them down and off. Just above my pubic patch, she extended her tongue and gave a long slow lick, all the way up my torso and over my throat. Taking my face in her hands, she kissed me. Looking me in the eyes she grinned. " Are you done with your beer?" she asked. " Uh huh" I nodded. Licking her way back down she danced her hot little tongue around my inner thighs avoiding my hanging balls. She began blowing a warm stream of air from her pursed lips, all over my groin, making me crazy. Leaning in closer, she caressed my aching bone with her cheek and cradled by swollen sack in her hand. Extending her tongue again, she made feather light flicks on the bottom of my erection up and down several times. By now, I had generated a small pool of pre-cum on my belly, with a string of the slippery ooze connecting the puddle with the tip of my cock. When she returned to the head of my bone, she pursed her lips as if to blow more air but this time she bent down and slurped up the puddle of pre-cum, then licked the tip of my cock clean. Moving back up my body she kissed me, lips slightly parted and let my lube slide over her bottom lip and onto my tongue. Then she pressed her lips hard into mine and we swirled out tongues together in a pre-cum snowball. As we French kissed, she moved to lie beside me and wrapped her arms around me, grinding her mound into the side of my hip. Scooting over she pulled me on top of her and tried to maneuver my cock into her waiting pussy. I was having none of that just yet. I wanted to see her red lips stretched around my shaft and feel her tongue swirl around my head. I reached down and pulled the nightshirt over her head, knee walked up to her chest and wrapped her titts around my aching pole. I stroked between her boobs a few time as she looked down at my cock moving up and down, crushed in her cleavage. On each up stroke she stuck out her tongue to lick the tip and seemed to try to be chasing it as I pulled back. I released my grip on her titts and grabbing myself by the base and balls, offered my meat to her lips. She didn't toy with it this time. She open her mouth and swallowed my entire 8 inches and pressed her nose into my pubic hair. Grabbing me by the ass, she gave very short strokes, keeping my swollen cock head in her throat and swallowing around it. She knows I can't take much of that so she backed off and began giving me a long stroking blow job. Getting me close to the edge several times, only to squeeze that base of my meat and stave off my orgasm. After a few minuets she couldn't stand it. "Baby, please...I need to feel you...I need you inside of me...please make love to me." The words so rich with accent I almost bathed her face in man chowder. I stood up and moved to the foot of the chair. Reaching out, I gripped her thighs and dragged her to where her hips were right at the edge. She squealed from my "take charge" move and got even more excited. Kneeling between her spread thighs I looked down at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen (including those in men's magazines). Gripping my tool I moved forward and rubbed the head back and forth over her rock hard clit. She moaned, tossed her head back and pushed her hips forward. I backed off, repositioned and then sunk my entire length into her in one smooth motion. I held myself there, balls deep inside of her. She started cumming right away, she always does when I first put it in and hold it in deep. When her orgasm subsided, she looked up at me, her eyes all glazed in a sexual stupor. "Do it...Just fuck me baby...don't hold back...just fuck me and let it go...I want to feel you cum inside of me...c'mon." With that I began to stroke slowly as she moaned in appreciation. Pulling all the way out and plunging all the way back in. Looking down, I marveled at her pink lips sliding up and down my veined shaft as I fed my cock into her. Teresa's outer pussy is big for her size. Not like a huge gaping hole but her slit is quite long and her entire vagina and vulva area are pink. For as big as the outer pussy is the inside is incredibly tight and her inner muscles are very strong. I can feel her clench down as I pull back and relax as I push forward into her, grinding my balls into her flexing back door. " Fucking take me Greg... yes fuck me deep Baby...use me to make yourself cum." She was almost growling the words. For someone who didn't like "crude" most of the time she sure had a filthy mouth when she was having sex. Her dirty pleading set me off and I picked up my pace. I was banging her now. The bottom of the chair was holding her hips so that there was no place for her to go and she had to absorb all of the shock from my thrusts. She started to cum again and I just kept on pounding that sweet pink snatch. " You fucking animal...that's it Baby... fuck me hard...fuck me as hard as you want!" Now she was screaming because she was cumming hard and rolling her hips back into my thrusts. She lifted her leg up and rested the back of her knee on my shoulder. Using her calf she pulled me to her. As she pulled and rolled her own nipples between her bright red nails she looked down to watch my cock piston in and out of her willing folds. As the vaginal orgasm built, I could tell she was going to have a barnburner. At this angle the head of my cock was grinding into her G-spot and slamming into her cervix, she was headed for a monster. I doubled my speed. I was ready to cum and wanted to get off with her. " Yea Baby...are you going to cum with me?" She asked hopefully. Teresa cums extra hard when she knows I'm going to let go with her. I grunted something that was supposed to be a yes and continued to jack hammer her seething cunt. She let go of her titts and laced her fingers behind my head to pull me down so we could watch wet genitals slam together. I started grunting and she knew I was going to blow. "Yes Greg...fucking cum with me...I can feel you getting bigger...pump that load up into me...shoot it baby, shoot it." Her words sent me over just as her orgasm gripped her. She began to gush around my cock, just as the first powerful jet of hot semen hit her cervix. Her squirting orgasm made mine that much more powerful and I rammed even faster and harder. Every time I slammed into her, my pubic bone collided with her clit, her pussy clenched and I was rewarded with another gush of her cum bathing my cock and drenching my balls. In turn I was launching my own salvo of hot seed on each thrust. She was now shrieking with every, exhale, staring at the junction where we were joined. She reached down and began smearing her slick juice on my stomach then hers. The next palm full was spread across her titts and the next one she began licking off her own fingers. With one hand still behind my head, she pulled me down and fed her heaving tit to be. Squeezing it so the nipple stuck all the way out, slick with her fuck sauce. The hand holding her breast returned to her mouth and the other held me to her hard nipple. Still cumming I continued pounding her with all I had. I looked up to see tears rolling from the corners of her eyes and over her temples. As her fingers left her mouth and she loosened her grip on the back of my head she panted " Oh God...Oh Baby...I feel your cum...so good...so fucking good...let it all go." I already had but I kept pumping because she was still releasing smaller squirts. As we slowed to a stop, Teresa collapsed back on to the chair and relaxed her legs, letting then fall to my sides. I fell backward to rest on my knees, pulling her with me. I didn't want my cock to leave her body just yet. "You like being in there, don't you?" the girlish tone had returned to her voice and she was absent mindedly diddling her nipples with one hand and dragging her nails across her belly with the other. " What's not to like Babe? It's warm and tight and right now, it's really wet too." She was looking at me, her expression tell me that she really does love me. T and Me Ch. 03 As our breathing returned to normal, my softening cock slipped from the sweet confines of Teresa's pussy. I was drenched in sweat but that's not all. From my navel down, I was covered in the evidence of her passion. My pubic hair was stuck to me as if I had just stepped out of the shower. The fronts and insides of my thighs were covered in the sweet nectar. There was a puddle soaking into the carpet and it made a squish as her bottom settled to the floor between my thighs. "Sweetie, I'm hungry. Let's order in, O.K.?" It was more of a statement than a question. She knew that I was not anymore inclined to go out or cook than she was. Smiling with satisfaction, she leaned forward and kissed me as she stood to hit the shower. I could smell the juice from her orgasm on her face as we parted. I had always heard of women who have squirting orgasms but had never been with one. I had seen squirters in porn flicks but I could tell that they were actually peeing. So, I figured it was just another sexual urban legend. The only evidence I had to the contrary was the testimony of a good friend of mine who told me that his wife was a squirter. "Mark, are you sure she isn't just peeing?" I queried the day he told me about it. I had brought up the subject after watching one of the squirt flicks. I told him that I could see that the girl was peeing in the movie because; she had a steady stream coming from her urethra. It was obvious. I had been with a girl who was in to giving golden showers and I let her pee on me in the shower just so I could keep getting the incredible blowjobs she gave. Plus it was sort of fun watching her pussy as the piss came out. She would spread her flaps and direct her pee right where she wanted it. This let me see what it looked like, up close and personal. "Bro trust me, she's no pissing when she cumming." He was adamant. " I know the difference, Greg." He began telling me that, even though it didn't smell like pee, he too was suspicious of the origin of his wife's sheet soaking cum showers. "I knew that she only had then when she was having a vaginal orgasm, getting her G-spot stimulated." Mark explained. " So one afternoon while I was eating her pussy, I put 2 fingers in and up inside of her and went to work on her G-spot, while was still working on her clit with my tongue." I was captivated as I sipped my beer at the crowded bar. I couldn't believe he was letting me in on his escapades with his wife. "After about 5 minuets," he went on, "she started moving differently from when I'm usually eating her so, I gradually slowed my clit licking and picked up the pace and pressure on her G-spot. Pretty soon I had stopped my tongue all together and was just finger banging her. She told me to do it harder and deeper, while she spread her pussy with her hands. A couple of minuets later she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand in even deeper, really slamming my 2 fingers into her as she began lifting her ass off the bed and holding it in the air. Not humping but just holding it in the air. The next thing I knew, she was bucking like a fucking bronco and screaming that she was going to cum. I used to fingers from my free hand to hold her lips open so I could see what was going on. When she started cumming, the juice squirted out around my fingers from somewhere inside of her. I could see her pee hole as clear as day and she was definitely not peeing. Besides, her bladder doesn't hold as much as what comes out of her when she "raining" (I later found out that raining was the old term for squirting, I like raining better myself). I mean it just keeps gushing. It smells like wet pussy and tastes sweet and it's slippery like pre-cum. She always leaves a huge fucking wet spot. When I say wet spot, I don't mean a little damp patch like what's usually on the sheet after fucking. I mean a god damned soaking wet puddle. That's why I thought she might be peeing but now I know different. That's the truth Greg. I hope you get to experience it for yourself one day, man." "You think I could get Lisa to show me?" I joked. Knowing that Mark would find it funny. He liked showing off his smoking hot wife. "Fat chance, bro," he grinned " I got her hooked on "" The Beast"" and she don't want anyone else." He gestured at the giant dick that made him famous when we were in school. "Wow," I said to myself, as I watched Teresa head for the shower. " What a woman." I had discussed Teresa copious ejaculations with her and she was embarrassed about it at first. "Honey, why be shy about it? My God, we have had each other, in just about every way possible. Don't be ashamed over it." I told her about Mark sharing his experiences with Lisa. "You know, both of my ex-husbands were freaked out by it. They said that there must be something wrong with me, peeing in the bed like that during sex. I told them I wasn't peeing but that didn't believe me. Eventually, they got less and less interested in me and we quit having sex altogether, only to wind up with then fooling around on me." She had a tear in here eye. " Greg are you sure it doesn't bother you or gross you out? You aren't just being nice are you?" "Hell no Teresa. It's a major turn on to me. I like the taste of it, the smell of it and the feel of it on me when we make love. It makes you a rare find, an exotic flower in a sea of Daisies. I damn sure wouldn't want you to stop." Well, that was the beginning of Teresa's awakening. Now she's as crazy about her gushing orgasms as I am. She's nuts about the stuff. "When I rain, it's a way more intense and longer lasting orgasm than the ones I get from my clit." She confided to me one day after she had experienced 2 in a row. "No shit babe, did you think I couldn't tell? I mean you practically drown me when I finger you during oral sex." "I don't want you to think that I have to rain in order to cum good though, Baby. I do like it when you just eat me and play with my nipples. O.K.?" "O.K., Honey" Teresa left the bathroom door open and I could hear her let go a powerful pee before she turned on the water to rinse off. I went to the bathroom door and watched her slowly turn under the shower. "So, what do you feel like eating, Teresa?" "You Baby! I want to gobble you up.' She was giggling like a kid. " Actually, I'm sick of pizza. Let's do Chinese. I got a menu from a new place that delivers. Let's give it a try. Moo Goo Gai Pan for me, please." "You got it, Babe." The convenient thing about the little town Teresa lived in was that it was also home to a large university. Consequently there was a substantial party zone and plenty of 24-hour eateries. Students cramming all-night and partying all weekend made it viable for these places to man the store in order to be available to take your money at any time. I loved it because Teresa and I would often quench our animal desires all afternoon and end up snoozing until late night or early morning, always waking up hungry. I called the number on the menu and struggled through the awful English on the other end. After repeating my order 4 times and having it repeated back 6 times we finally got it right. The address was a different story. As Teresa pulled her hair into a ponytail, I explained that I didn't know when the food would arrive or if it would arrive at all. I told her about the bad English from the girl taking the order and we both had a chuckle. "Hey, I'm going to rise off real quick and shave, O.K.?" "Well hurry I'll bet the food comes before you get out and it sucks when it's cold." I gave my balls and pits a quick dose of soap before shaving my head and face. Trying to hurry so I could be out before the food arrived but not wanting to cut myself. I threw on a pair of loose shorts and went to the living room to find Teresa, hmm, not there. I went from room to room but she was not in the house. Looking through the blinds of the storm door I saw her sitting on the deck steps. I opened the door and stepped out; leaving the door half open so I could hear the doorbell. I was starved and my stomach growled. "What are you doing, Babe?" "Just enjoying the fact that it's getting cooler outside now and fall will be here soon." She sighed, " I was also thinking about us." "What about us Lover?" she loves it when I call her that. "About how much we have in common even though we are so opposite each other. Hoping that this isn't just a lust fest and that you will end up wanting young chicks again." "Stop it, now!" I snapped, " we have had this conversation before and you know that you are putting undue pressure on the relationship by casting doubt. I could say the same thing about you wanting to have a wealthier guy because you are used to having nicer things than I can afford." She was silent as she turned to look at me over her shoulder, a tear in her eye. I walked over to her, bent and kissed the tear. I savored the saltiness and felt my heart flutter. "Sorry I snapped at you. I just don't like the idea of you seeing me through the eyes of a hurt woman." "I know, I'm sorry too." We shared a very soft kiss, just as the doorbell rang. My stomach growled again, in a Pavlovian response to the though of food. I fed her bites of her meal with my chopsticks while she rested her head in her hands. Taking bites of my own in between hers. She picked up the single glass of soda and held the straw to my mouth and I took a sip. That's pretty much how supper went. Silently, looking into each other's eyes as we ate. The great thing about Chinese take out is, there is no clean up! Just toss the containers and you're done, leaving more time to relax. Teresa works in the corporate world and wears business suits every day so, when she's at home she dresses for sheer comfort. Tonight was no different. After her shower, she threw on a full-length tank top. It was more of a beach cover-up than, a shirt really. The tee shirt material clung to her full bosom and the globes of her bottom. After I wiped off the table, I rounded the corner from the kitchen into the living room. She was lying face down on the couch, watching T.V., eyes half closed. Her shirt had rode up just high enough to show her lower ass cheeks and the side of the tank top fell forward exposing most of her right breast. I could tell she was just this side of slumber so; I sat at her head on the empty cushion and petted her hair. "Mmmmm, that's nice." She sighed and turned her head away from the T.V. As she drifted off, I grabbed the remote, turned down the volume and hunted the channels for a game. After about 2 quarters of football, I was in the mood for a beer. The problem was, somehow Teresa had worked her way toward me and her head was on my lap. I didn't want to wake her so I blew off the beer and decided to wait until I had to pee. Then I wouldn't feel guilty about waking her. One quarter later, nature called. Caressing her upper back, I slid my hand under her head and lifted it from my thigh so I could scoot out from under it. She groaned and swiveled her hips, adjusted her position and brought one knee up to shift her weight. I got out from under her head without waking her and went for a whiz. When I came back, beer in hand, I approached the couch and noticed that when she bent her knee, her tank top night shirt had rode up a little more and I could see most of her lovely round bottom. Teresa's rear end is (like the rest of her) a sight to behold. I jokingly call it her Lilly white ghetto booty. I mean when they came up with the term dunk-a-dunk they must have had an ass like hers in mind. Not so much like a black girls rump but more like a Brazilian bubble butt. Not too much hip on the side but plenty of pillow sticking straight out to the back. She spent a lot of money on clothes that disguised it when she was at work. They really didn't help much. I digress. Since The Cowboys were creaming the Titans, I turned my focus to the sight before me. I stood there sipping my beer for a while, enjoying the view. Actually, if she hadn't been sleeping, I probably would have bent over and given her a lick from between her thighs to the small of her back. Instead I sat in the chair across from the end of the couch and switched between the game and the still life art, peeking out from under her shirt. I reached over and turned on the reading lamp to illuminate the view, adding to my enjoyment. My groin began to stir as I finished my beer and headed off for another. When I came back, she had rolled completely on her side, facing the back of the couch and pulled her knee up into a half fetal position. Now her shirt was around her waist and her entire trunk full of junk was gleaming under the light of the reading lamp. Now my groin went from stirring to mounting a parade on Main Street! Suddenly, she let out the slightest of groans and began rolling her hips, in almost imperceptible little circles. Her illuminated slit glistened slightly, giving away her arousal. "You horny little vixen," I whispered, " I'll bet you are dreaming something wild." Teresa has erotic dreams, A LOT. I have been awakened on more than one early morning with my hard cock already sheathed in her soaking canal. "Fuck this." I said in my head, "I'm gonna get this party started!" I sat my beer down, switched the T.V. to a music only channel and took off my shirt. I began my sneaky assault. Starting at her ankle, I traced my nails up the inside of her calf and thigh. Then I drew a circle with them on her right globe of flesh. A pattern of goose bumps appeared and she took in a deep breath. Moving across the small of her back I drew a matching circle on the other cheek and traversed down the adjacent thigh and calf. The circular motion of her nocturnal hip grinding increased. Her breathing increased and a small rivulet of juice pushed it's way through the sheen of juice on her lips and rolled down to stop in the crease between her vulva and inner thigh. My face was 2 feet from her crotch and I could smell the sweet musk of the droplet. Leaning forward, I began planting tender kisses all over her butt, while running my hand around the backs of her thighs. I was careful to avoid touching her pussy though. I wanted to work her into a mild frenzy while she was still sleeping. I knew I would be rewarded with some really sweet loving. She was always so tender and sweet when she makes love to me right out of slumber. I had no idea that this time would be radically different. Increasing the pressure with my lips, I began extending my tongue. Making little wet circles on her bottom with my tongue, I began gently kneading her thighs and hips. Now her hips changed from circular motions to a steady forward and back motion, as though she were humping something invisible. Her breathing picked up a bit more too. "What are you doing, Baby?" she was half groaning, half whispering, " I thought I was dreaming." "You were dreaming, Lover. I was just helping you along. I'm sorry I woke you." I withdrew my attentions to let her drift back off. Teresa rolled over to face me and smiled sweetly. She began to squirm a bit. Pushing herself up with her elbow then sitting all the way up, her feet hit the floor. She leaned forward and took my wrist as she stood up. Pulling me up with her she stood on her tip toes and kissed me as she slid her hands down my back, under the waist band of my shorts and dropped them to the floor. Pulling me by the wrist she walked around the end of the couch and headed down the hall with me in tow. She turned abruptly into the bathroom and I tried to keep moving toward the bedroom, thinking that's where she wanted me. She tightened her grip on my wrist and pulled me into the bathroom with her, motioning me to step into the tub. "Oh a little wake-up shower, Babe?" I asked. "Something like that," she quipped, stepping in with me, "Lay down." It sounded like an order, not a request. I complied. Turning around with her back to me, she squatted down, straddling my hips, placed one hand on the tile in front of her and arched her back. With her free hand she reached down and opened her wet pussy, looked at me between her spread thighs and smiled. Just as I though she was going to sit down on my bobbing cock, Teresa groaned and let lose a heavy stream of hot pee, that hit me at the base of my throat and splattered all over my face, belly and the backs of her legs. Rocking her hips forward she directed the, now stronger, stream into my navel and around my groin. Taking a deep breath she bore down to increase the force of her golden stream and directed it across my thighs and back up to shower my cock and balls. All I could do was, lay there in stunned amazement. Here was my corporate power junkie, Sunday morning choirgirl pissing on me like a wanton whore, servicing a kinky client. This was fucking hot. Not only could I see the hot stream jetting from her swollen pussy, I could actually hear it coming out, over the splashing noise it made when it hit me. The veins on my cock were bulging more than ever in my life, my pulse pounded in my temples and I had to resist the urge to grab her. Suddenly the stream stopped. She turned around, knelt over my head and pulled my face up to her pussy. As I flicked out my tongue to lick her clit, she let lose with another stream that ricochet off my chin and continued for a couple more seconds. I never stopped swirling my tongue around her bulging clit as the last dribble of pee rolled down my neck. This was her pleasure and I was not going to deny her having it. God, I love this woman. Just as the pee completely subsided, she let her weight come to rest fully on my face, rolled her hips forward and screamed, " Tongue fuck me, Greg...stick your tongue up my pissie pussy hole!" I again complied with her demand and was richly rewarded. Teresa started to cum. Her juice rained out around my invading tongue in a gush. The mixed smell and taste of her cum and her pee were mind blowing. She clambered down my body, pulled her shirt over her head (there were those tits again) and did a belly flop right on top of the pooled piss on my torso. As she smeared the urine between our bellies, she began rubbing herself off on my cock. The bottom of my shaft slid up and down between the lips of her elongated slit and over her clit. It only took a few lunges and she was cumming again. Not a rainer but a sharp intense, short lived orgasm. She collapsed on top of me. Her breath was ragged and her body shook. I had never seen her so wiped out so quickly. Teresa lifted herself up slightly and looked me in the eye. The look in her eyes was as animal and wild as those of a crazed killer. "Oh, God...thank you, Baby...thank you for not stopping me...I have wanted to do that for so long...I didn't know if you really trusted me until tonight...thank you." Again she collapsed, flopped her head onto my chest and panted. Her blonde tresses were now a piss soaked, mop. Her hair stuck to my chest and face, stuck to her neck and shoulders and draped itself across her forehead. Strangely she looked even more amazing and beautiful now than she ever had before, to me. I just lay there and held her, our piss-slicked stomachs making slurping sounds as we breathed. When she recovered, she looked up at me again and smiled as sweetly as ever. " Thank you so much, Baby. Let Momma clean you up." I started to rise but she held me down gently. "No you just lay there and let me do this, Greg." She turned on the water and quickly adjusted the temperature. Switching to shower mode, she lifted the hand held showerhead off its post, grabbed a bottle of shower gel and began washing me. Soaping with one hand and rinsing with the other, she bathed me with a loving look in her eyes and a gentle smile on her face. Teresa had just let go of something that she had been holding inside for a long time and she was so relaxed, she started humming as she cleaned me down. After she rinsed an area of suds, she leaned in and kissed it. T and Me Ch. 03 Returning the showerhead to its mount, she reached down and helped me up. Then she retrieved a towel from the bar next to the shower and held it out for me to take as I stepped out. I watched her bathe herself as I dried off. Good God she's beautiful. When she was done, I handed her a towel for her hair and took another so, I could pat her dry. As I dabbed the water from her smooth skin, Teresa twirled her hair up in a towel turban, the way women do. I wrapped the other towel around her and tucked the end in above her cleavage to wrap her in soft cotton. I gently put my arms around her and pulled her to me. We just stood there on the bath mat embracing for a moment of silence. The music station on the T.V. began playing "our song" and we swayed to it, almost dancing. She slowly broke the embrace and looked at me. "You probably think I'm some sort of freak now, don't you?" she said fearfully. "Absolutely not, Sweetheart, I'm honored that you felt comfortable enough with me to feel like you could let go like that. Pardon the expression." I smiled boring into her eyes with mine. "Thank God." She sighed as she laid her head on my chest and we continued swaying to the music, holding each other, wet toe tip touching on the terrycloth beneath our feet. "Baby, would you mind terribly shutting down the living room while I turn down the bed?" Her eyes were half shut but, still glazed with desire. "No problem, my lovely. Are you thirsty?" "A little, some water would be nice. I think I've had enough wine coolers for tonight." "You got it Babe." We reluctantly parted. I shut down the lights and T.V. and set the alarm. Filling a large tumbler with ice and water, I reflected on how lucky I was that, this woman reached out to me, when she could have had the richest good looking guy in town. I had all but forgotten about my still full erection. When I got to the bedroom, nothing but the night light was on. Teresa's milky white tan lines were the only thing I could see against the charcoal colored sheet of her bed. (We didn't live together then. My bed was 240 miles away. That's how crazy this love affair started out to be.) I could tell that her back was to me but, I didn't take it as a clue that we were done for the night. I was at the sexual boiling point and I knew she knew it. She had never left me hanging (except for the time she got into a Tequila shooter contest with Brandy and won! That night I got to help her through a barf feast.) and I knew she wouldn't tonight. I would have my release; the question was; would it be tender sweet loving or would she go wild cat on me again? Either way I was content in knowing I would be with her. T and Me Ch. 04 Dropping my towel to the floor ( I would hear about it later) I slid onto the cool sheet, next to my love. As I was about to spoon up behind her, she rolled over and met me on her back in the middle of her California King bed. "Greg?" she asked "Yes Lover?" "What have you done to me?" "What do you mean, Teresa?" "Well....I have been married three times. Each time, I was looking to give my heart completely away and I never could really let go. Even with the father of my children, I held back a bit." Her accent was doing it to me but, I listened intently. "When I emailed you, I was just having a little internet fun. Then you answered and I though you were doing the same. When you asked me to meet you half way, I thought "" Damn, this guy is going drive all that way to meet me, hoping for a piece of ass?"" and I never gave a second thought about driving to the halfway point, just to see your face. What the heck happened?" (There was that accent again..."heck"...I love it) "I don't know Lover. I thought I was just an internet plaything for you at first but, the truth is, I fell hard for you the night I laid eyes on you." I smiled as I brushed the damp locks from her eyes. "Do you really love me Greg? Are you messing with me? Are you serious about wanting to be with and stay with me? Do you mean it when you say you won't get bored with me and then change who you are?" "Teresa...I...I've been married twice. I totally fucked up the first one because I didn't give my heart away to her. I was a whore chasing, dope smuggling bad boy. I changed all that way before I got with the second one...I gave her my heart and she broke it, over and over again. I had totally shut down my heart and turned into a player...then you emailed me and my life changed again. Please Baby, I beg you my love...stop doubting, start living and just let me love you until you can love me back." "I already do Greg...I want to be with you...to do the simple things together... to make you supper when you work late...take care of you when you are sick...to love you when the world is hurting you...I do love you." As if a switch had been thrown, there was no more need for words. We met, mouth to mouth in mutual passion. There was no more "freaky", no more "nasty", no more "I wonder". Our tongues met in the middle and danced like they had been in the same mouth from the beginning of time. Our hands roamed and caressed as though it was our own skin we were touching. Familiar, trusting and non-judgmental. The barriers we had kept up had fall into the abyss behind us. We were in love for sure. Holding my face in her hands, Teresa rolled me on to my back. Putting her hands on my outer shoulders (not pressing me down but, just holding me) she began kissing me in a new way. Her soft lips across my eyelids and forehead, her searching tongue at my earlobes and down my neck, her foot sliding up and down my leg the other foot playing footsie with my toes. Our breathing was coming in long heaves through our nostrils. We took in the clean scent of each others flesh. She began running her manicured nails across my willing skin. As she again kissed my forehead, I nuzzled my face into her ample bosom. Not lustily now, it was the passion ignited by love driving me ahead. Reaching between us, Teresa lightly gripped my aroused meat. Breathing softly into my ear, "Here, Baby...let me put it in for you." She whispered as she sunk her hot flesh down over my cock in one fluid motion. She held it there, all the way in and looked into my eyes. "I'm yours Greg, mind body and soul. I want you to make love to me...really make love to me...the way you want to." I grasped her hips and barely pushed down, trying to bury myself deeper inside her without feeling like I was "fucking" her. She rolled her hips in a circular motion caressing her insides with the shaft of my steel hard prick. She increased her circular motion as we started the old familiar in and out stroking. Her hands were on the sides of my face as she breathed into my mouth. "Yes...yes, Baby...love me...you feel so good inside me...such a gentle man...such a tender man...where have you been...I've waited so long." Her hands trailed up and down my flanks. Her nails left hot trails across my ribs. Her breath made stipples of perspiration, wherever her mouth came to rest on my skin. "I have to taste you...taste me on you." She whispered as she rose off of me and slid down my body. Grasping my cock at the base, my swollen balls cradled in her palm, she licked herself from my shaft with loving care, then kissed around my groin and up my belly as she moved back up to re-sheath me in her sweet, hot passage. I groaned as she sunk back down over me. I pushed back up to meet her and we rolled onto our sides. Laying to her left, I gave her gentle strokes, with her leg under my right side and her ankles crossed behind me. Suddenly, she straightened her legs. My hard-on slipped from inside her with a slurping sound. She pulled her left leg out from under me and pulled her knees up a bit. With the deft moves of a salsa dancer, she swung her hips to her left, grasped my erection and re-impaled herself on me, letting go of me so, I could move to a 90 degree angle and bury myself at a new angle. From here I could caress and squeeze her huge breasts and tug her nipples, with one hand and hold her hips up a bit with the other hand. She rolled her hips in wild circles, enjoying my breast-play and the sensation of maximum penetration, as I slid in and out of her now super slick slit. My cock felt like it would have split open if it had been pricked with a needle. I had never been this hard...ever but I wasn't ready to cum, even though I want to so badly. I was reveling in this passionate exchange and I wanted it to go on forever. Teresa gripped my forearm. It was the arm connected to the hand that was giving her nipples the attention they always craved. She dug her nails into it as she started down the path toward her climax. " Baby...oh, Greg...You're going to make me cum again!" She started bucking her hips now as she started to rain on both of us. This woman is a human fire hydrant and I can't get enough. As her orgasm eased, she rolled away with her back to me and I spooned up, still inside her and resumed my pumping. " I want you to do it, Greg." She whispered. " I am Lover." "No, I want you to do it...back there." I froze. Teresa had always enjoyed a couple of fingers in her ass but asserted that she had never had anal sex and was sure that my equipment was just too big for sure. I had never pressed the point, even though I had often jerked off with the vision of my meat sliding in and out of her magnificent backdoor. "But, you said..." I started. "I know what I said, Baby. I know you want to, the way you constantly finger me there and after you showing me so much trust, and I want to trust you too. I know you won't hurt me and I want to give you the last vestige of virginity I have. Take me where I've never been." She was almost whining, in a pleading voice. " You already opened me up with your fingers earlier and I noticed how soft and relaxed my hole was when I was in the shower." With that, she rocked her hips forward, pulling her pussy off of my straining erection. She lifted her leg and reached back between her legs to grip my cock, just below the head. Aiming my aching cock at her little pink pucker, she rubbed the head around her hole in little circles the way I did with my fingers, relaxing the ring of muscle by massaging it. She was smearing my pre-cum around and spreading the juice from her orgasm, mixing the two into a natural lube. I could feel her sphincter clench and release against the tip of my rod as she increased her backward pressure against me. I let her take control of the situation and moved my hand from her hip, up to massage her breasts and stimulate her nipples. This sent her into a higher gear and she really started to push back, trying to work me into her softening asshole. I felt the tip penetrate the softer outer flesh, meeting the resistance of the ring of muscle, just inside. I gave her left nipple a twist and a pull. That did it. She opened up and expanded her ass and half of my cock slipped inside, with no resistance. She rocked forward, withdrawing me all the way out and I thought she had changed her mind. Then she again expanded her new receptacle and impaled herself completely on me. My balls were slap up against her wet gash and I could feel her contracting and relaxing around the base of my meat. She just held me there inside her, her hand pressing my hip against her as she massaged me from inside. "Ohhhhh...that...I...this is...I never dreamed." Was all she could sputter out, making no sense. I got the message though. She was really enjoying it. She let go of my hip and started pumping herself back and forth on me. Fucking herself with my cock, as though I was her own personal dildo. I began to gently meet her thrusts, no wanting to get too exuberant right away and hurt her. I decided to let her pick up the pace when she was ready. It didn't take her long. "I feel it hitting my G-spot, right through my ass!" she announced with squeal in her voice. " I think I'm going to cum with you in my ass, Baby. I want you to fuck me good though, let me move." Rolling away, from me, my cock popped out of her. She got on her knees, grabbed one of the big body pillows, folded it in half and fell forward on the bed, with the pillow under her hips. We use the pillows like that a lot when I take her from behind because she can relax and I can bury myself in her to the hilt. Reaching back, she rubbed up and down on her waiting anus, slid two fingers in and out of the pink spot and said, "Put it back in, I need it back in me. Fuck my ass like you fuck my pussy, come on." I knelt behind her and guided my way forward. As my swollen cock approached and touched her, she removed her fingers from her butt and grasped my meat to aim it herself. With one steady push, I was all the way back in. "Oh yes...do it, Greg...take me...own me...fill me...I want to feel you cum in me." I picked up at the same pace where I had left off and pulled all the way out before plunging back in balls deep. A few more strokes at that controlled speed and I started fucking her hot tight dirt chute in earnest. Teresa went fucking wild. Panting and squealing into the mattress, she alternated between rolling her hips in circles and bucking them back and forth. All the while rocking her entire body back to meet my thrusts. The harder I pushed, the harder she pushed back. Building speed with each pump. "Oh, shit...I'm going to cum...you're going to make me cum...fuck me, Baby. Yea, just like that...fuck me." She was shrieking now. Letting out and "Oh" or "Yes" or "Shit" every time my balls slapped her cunt and my hips hit the round pillows of her wonderful ass. My head was spinning. I watched in awe as my slick shafted slid in and out of her stretched hole. Enjoying the view as I was, I wanted to feel her against me. I fell forward and brought me full weight to bear on her back. She reached back and spread her cheeks, wanting me deeper. As I kissed the back of her neck and nibbled her shoulders, I went into overdrive. I started pounding into her like an animal. Her ass felt so good, I couldn't help myself. "That's it Baby, I'm cumming!" she screamed into the mattress. Her asshole began clenching around my cock, her pussy began to gush and she dug her nails into her own ass cheeks as she rode this monster orgasm. I wasn't going to be far behind. I started fucking her at breakneck speed. The feeling of her clenching hole, the globes of her ass against my belly and the bath her pussy was giving my balls was just too much. My cock began to twitch. "Yes, Baby...I feel it...your cock is getting bigger...you're going to cum in my ass, aren't you...fuck me... fuck me hard." "Oh Babe, I'm going to cum." I grunted as I reared up and grabbed her hips, pounding the living shit out of her. I was taking my pleasure now. I was ready to give her a semen enema and I was past the point of caring how she felt. As The first searing rope of cum shot out of me and into her, she began slamming up into me. Screaming my name with every thrust, Teresa was milking my cock with her asshole, trying to get the cum as deep into her bowels as she could. I was seeing stars, my ears were ringing and the room went black around me. My entire universe was the connection between my spewing cock and her wanton asshole. I had never cum this hard before and it was going on forever. I could feel my cum surrounding my buried meat and it made me cum that much more. Teresa was riding one orgasmic wave after another beneath me as she screamed into the pillow she had pulled to her face. "Oh...oh...oh." As I injected the last few jets of spunk I had, she went limp her orgasm was passed her. I held still, buried to the nuts in her still clenching ass. My cock still twitched in post orgasmic spasms. I waited a full minuet before pulling out. Teresa pulled the pillow from under her and tossed the soggy sex aid to the floor. Rolling to me, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Then planting little kisses all over my face she whimpered at me. "I love you...I love you...I love you." " I love you, Babe." The last thing I remember was the vision of her baby blue eyes, through half open lids and a sweet smile on her face. We passed out in the puddle of her cum.