14 comments/  97381 views/  33 favorites

Becky's Seduction

By: LilSheba



If you don't like "romantic" eroticism, don't bother reading this. If you do, I'd love to see your comments and get your feedback and votes, since it's contest time. 

A great song to go along with this is Pat Benetar, "We Belong". There's a good video available online. And Pat looks a lot like Becky!

Sheba

*

I've been so nervous all day I've been shaking. I had to spend about an hour doing some real work, something the boss needed today, to be sent out before the weekend. The rest of the time I've been faking it. Most of the day I've either been stealing glances at Rob, or just shutting my eyes, thinking. A couple of times he noticed, but I smiled, as though it were just an accident. I doubt he believes that, but it's nothing new. 

We've been flirting for months, ever since he came to my department. At first it was just a smile, some idle chatter. We just got along good. Little by little though, it's elevated, nothing too overt, but we have both found ways to spend a little more time together in the office. He comes over and asks advice on his projects, and we end up chatting about almost anything. There was a task force a while ago, and I volunteered for it right after he did. Always five or six people in the meetings, but we were usually the first in and the last out. And he would make a point of getting the chair next to me, every time. Of course, we always go to lunch together. I don't know when I realized it was more than just office comradery, but it's been a while now. 

But lately, things have changed. I find he's the first thing I look for when I get in the office. I feel let down if he's not here, even if I know he's in a meeting or something. And if one of us goes for coffee, we always come back with two, it's automatic. Of course, I've caught him looking at my breasts lots of times, even down my shirt, but all the guys do that. But when Rob does it I pretend not to notice for a minute, giving him a good look, then smile just a little and turn a bit, never interrupting our conversation and not really blocking his view. 

And there are other things. The touches. It was only a month or so ago when one day, he touched my shoulder when he made a point. He didn't really have to, he just did it. It was so sudden I jumped, and he moved his hand. But I was burning for minutes after, both my shoulder and my face. And even that night, I still thought about it. Thank God, I didn't scare him off. The next day he did it again, it wasn't an accident. But that time I was ready. I didn't jump, just slowly turned my face to him and smiled. And he smiled back. Ever since then it's been more and more routine. Sometimes I touch him back. Sometimes I touch him first. 

Now though, sometimes it's other places too. A week or so ago, I made a wise guy remark when no one else was around and he gave me a little swat on the butt. I almost jumped again, but instead I kept my cool and pumped my ass back at him. Then turned and stuck my tongue out. He had a look on his face I've never seen before. Longing? 

But yesterday, everything changed. Right at quitting time, when the office was almost empty and no one was down our end, he walked over as I was getting my purse out of my desk. He never said a word, just stood behind me. And I felt his hands on my shoulders. And he began to massage, gently at first, then harder and deeper. For a long time, maybe five minutes. At times his hands brushed the sides and back of my neck, but never strayed further than my shoulder blades. 

When he finished he bent down, his mouth inches from my ear and whispered, "I thought you looked a little tense. Have a nice night, Becky."

I managed to gasp out, "Thanks, you too, Rob," but it came out so softly I don't know if he heard me. I couldn't move, I didn't dare try. And when I finally turned to look, he was gone. That was a good thing, because by then I had tears streaming down my cheeks. I'm not even sure why, I certainly wasn't sad or offended, I loved it! I just didn't want him to stop. Ever. 

Last night that was all I thought about. Almost all night. Towards dawn, I managed an hour or two of sleep though. After I had made the decision. So today, I'm ready. I haven't a doubt left in my mind. I just need the strength. But I can still feel those hands on my shoulders. That's all I need. 

This morning, when I came in he was at his desk, and I just gave him a cheery smile. "Hi Rob, you going for pizza tonight?" It's an office tradition. Friday night, a dozen or so of us go across the street for pizza and beer. 

"Of course," he replied, "do I ever miss?" 

He doesn't and I was counting on that. So now, I'm watching the clock. It's 10 of 5, almost time. I take a quick walk to the ladies room. And I take off my bra. Fuck it, all or nothing. When I get back, he's just cleaning up his desk, so I lock mine and wait for him. Some always cheat and leave a little early, so we aren't the first. We usually take up three booths, and one is full already. One guy is sitting at the second, and Rob heads towards it, but I tug at his arm and say, "Do you mind?" and angle him towards the third booth. 

It's empty, and he waits for me to slide in, but I smile and say, "You first, ok?" I get a little questioning look, but he does as told, and I slide in next to him. Pretty soon, a young secretary from the office sits next to me and I slide closer to Rob, my leg pressing against his. A couple of guys sit across from us, but they're more interested in her. We order a couple of pitchers of beer and two different pizzas for the table, and there's the usual chit-chat as we wait. Of course the beer comes first, so we start on that. 

But somewhere along the line he notices. I have an extra button on my blouse undone, and he can see right in. I planned it that way, this shirt was always like that. And of course, he can see my braless breasts. I say something and he doesn't answer, and when I turn to him I see his eyes. Somehow he notices me looking, and his expression becomes a question, almost shock. He knows I wasn't like this in the office. I just give him the warmest smile I know how, turn a little more to him and bend slightly, to give him the best possible look. And I gently pat him on the thigh, beneath the table. 

He closes his eyes, almost scrunches them up, and looks away for a moment. But now, he looks back, and he understands. He accepts the invitation and I can feel his eyeballs slide right into my shirt and stroke my breasts. I have this terrible urge, and I have to fight it. Oh God, it wouldn't be cool with the office bunch. But I want to lean over and kiss him SO bad!

My hand hasn't moved since the pat, but now it does, sliding lightly up and down the top of his thigh. He sits back against the booth and very softly moans. I feel his hand settle on top of mine, moving with it at first, but then sliding softly up and down my arm, encouraging me. 

The pizzas come and break the spell. Both of us manage to get down a slice or two, but it's hard with only one hand apiece. And for some reason, I'm not really hungry at all. And I didn't eat breakfast or lunch, either. We finish our beers, and he reaches for the pitcher to pour us more, but I put my hand over the top of my glass. And I turn to him and say very softly, "If you'd like another beer, we could have it at my apartment." Why do I feel like my whole life rests on that statement?

"Are you ready?" he says.

"I've been ready." 

We excuse ourselves and head out the door. I only live three minutes from here, so we just walk. He's been there before, but always with a little group from the office. As soon as we are well away from the restaurant I feel his arm go around my back. I look up to him and smile and oh DAMN! I want to stop right there and kiss him, so much, but I know we should wait. But I don't have to. Somehow, suddenly, his arms are tight around me and I'm practically crushed against his body. 

And my arms are around his shoulders pulling him down as my chin goes up and my lips are slightly open and the millisecond before his are on mine takes forever and I have no idea who is moaning but I think its me but maybe its him too as our eyes close and I feel those wonderful soft lips he has thoughtfully moistened devour mine as his tongue slips into my mouth and mine greets it like an old friend and we must be kissing forever because at the end of time there are people watching us, and I almost expect them to cheer.

And when, for no good reason I can think of, the kiss finally ends, I look up at him in total shock, a single tear running down from each eye and softly breath a quavering, "OHHhhhhhhhhhhhh." And I know he understands, because the same expression is on his face. He wraps an arm around me again, and we walk in silence to my door. The elevator takes forever, somehow I never noticed that before, but I manage to fish my key from my purse. Now if my hand would stop shaking, I'd unlock the door. 

I drop my purse and walk to the middle of the room, when I feel a touch on my shoulder. I turn and he's right there, so close I can feel the heat from his body. Or is that from me? We stare, and very slowly, I feel his arms close around me, enveloping me gently. I put my head on his chest, and cling to him as one hand strokes my hair and the other slides slowly up and down my back. 

I hear him breathe, very softly, "Becky." I look up and see a beautiful smile for the second before his lips softly touch mine and our eyes close. This time the kiss is soft and gentle, but every bit as passionate as the first, and I begin to feel my legs quivering, my whole body shaking. All at once, he slides one hand down under my ass, and he lifts me in one quick motion. I lock my arms around his neck and look up to see the desire in his eyes. "Where?"

I point with my eyes, and in seconds, he lays me gently on the bed. I lie still, eyes closed, and I hear rustling as he fumbles with his clothes. Then I feel his weight on the bed, and his lips find mine again and he wraps an arm across me, holding me, as we just kiss and kiss and kiss. His chest is pressing on mine, and I know he wants to feel my breasts, so I try to squirm under him just a bit and moan quietly, letting him know how good he feels. One hand is in my hair again, fingers running through it now, and the other moves slowly up and down my side. I roll towards him just a little, trying to get more of our bodies in contact. 

But he pushes up, just a little, and his lips start wandering over my face and ears and neck. And I feel his fingers slowly undoing the buttons on my shirt. When he pulls the blouse free of the waistband of my skirt to undo the last one, I open my eyes and smile at him. He's a bit out of focus, so I know my eyes are a little watery and probably shining in the dim light. Which is just how I feel. Shining. I see he's in his underwear, white Tee and boxers. 

The job done, he sits back, kneeling beside me, and very slowly folds back the sides of my shirt, exposing me, as though he's unveiling a statue. And one of the nicest sounds I've ever heard is his breath suddenly being sucked in and catching in his throat as he looks at me and bites his lip. I watch his eyes as they travel over every inch of my chest, down to my stomach. 

Deliberately, I reach down to my side, undo the button, and unzip my skirt, smiling at him. When he grasps the hem I lift my hips, making it easy for him to slide it down, and soon it's on the floor. Now I hold my breath, watching him as he takes in my body, and the panties I selected for him this morning, not a bikini, but black, lacey, almost sheer. I know they are already a little damp, but I don't think he should mind that. After all, it is his fault. 

He peels off his T-shirt, then bends down and kisses me, just above my belly button, and I have to stifle a gasp. Then he looks up at me, and our eyes lock as he puts both hands just above my hips and slowly slides them up my sides. They stop when his thumbs are caught in the creases of the underside of my breasts, and he bends over and kisses me again, this time a little higher. He slides his hands under my breasts and very lightly cups them in his palms, holding me. And I realize, his hands are shaking. Really SHAKING! To reassure him, I purr, a long contented "Mmmmmmmmmmm" at the wonderful feeling of being in his hands. The broad smile on my face should help, too. 

Very slowly, lightly, gently, he runs his hands all over my chest, his fingers relishing the feel of every inch of the smooth skin. I gasp as he brushes over my nipples, already so hard and swollen, and I really wish he would squeeze me harder, grasp those nipples, claim them once and for all. But this is his time, to explore me, savor me, know me, and whatever he wants is what I want. I know I'll have my chance, too. 

His fingers tighten, and he squeezes, tentatively at first, then kneading slowly. I can only hope he enjoys it as much as I do. When his fingertips close around my nipples I gasp, then moan, and my head goes back into the pillow, eyes tightly shut. He squeezes, then pulls, then twists, then does it all again, harder. Maybe he's finding out what I like. Little does he know there's not much he can do that I won't love. 

I put both my hands over his and squeeze - hard - forcing his fingers into my flesh, showing him I won't break, but I don't mind if he tries. He looks up at me with a smile, and suddenly leans forward, kissing me hard, tongue ramming into my mouth. It's as though the dam holding back the passion has broken, and he grinds his chest against my breasts and throws one leg between mine. His thigh comes to rest on my now soaked panties, and as we both squirm, it moves up and down. I lift my hips, grinding against his leg, needing to feel him touching me and needing to let him know. 

When he lifts his head again his lips immediately envelop one of my aching hard nipples and he sucks it right in. His tongue grinds down hard on the tip as he takes more of my breast into his mouth. My hips are pumping and I let go a loud "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" at the sudden exquisite sensation. One hand grasps the other breast again, now kneading and squeezing hard, and his fingertips are stretching and twisting the tip. 

He moves his leg aside, and his other hand slides over my pussy, clutching and squeezing my mound over the soaking wet panties. My back is arched to his mouth and my hips are pumping against his hand as my whole body is in motion. My feet are sliding up and down on the sheet, my legs spreading wider with each movement. I'm groaning and gasping and sighing and purring at every touch, and I hear his breathing coming harder and faster as he moans contentedly against my breast. "Oh Rob!" I sigh, "This feels so fucking good!"

With a groan he forces himself away from my breast and sits back. Once again, he looks over my body, top to bottom and back again, and I like the ragged gasps he's making. I know what he's thinking, but I have other ideas, to do with the gigantic tent in his boxers. I sit up too, and smile at him, putting my hands on his shoulders and pushing gently. "Lie down, baby, it's my turn," I giggle, and I love the big smile as he does as told. My eyes suddenly widen, as the motion causes his outrageously hard cock to burst out of the fly on the boxers!

And oh my! I never expected this! It's big! Long and straight and shiny hard, the skin stretched so tight it glistens. And best of all, a large drop of pre-cum immediately forms on the tip. I swoop down and suck it in as he jumps and shudders. Then I sit back up and let him watch as I slowly savor his taste. To add a little spice I cup my breasts and squeeze them for him as I lick my lips. I love the way he moans. 

I giggle as I see he's getting anxious now. He grasps the waistband of his boxers and slides them down below his ass. Perhaps I'll have to torture him just a bit. First I lean down and kiss his lips, letting the hard tips of my breasts drag over his chest. I hope my gasp tells him how good it feels. As our lips and tongues play, I run a hand down over his body, stroking him, but stopping short of the furry mat around his cock. He's got a little bit of fur up top too, just enough to grab hold of. Mmmmmmmm.  

When I lift my head I start kissing slowly down, following my hand. I can't resist giving one of his nipples a little nip, and he gasps. And he gasps again, almost panting, as I kiss a little circle around his belly button. I'm sure he'll get even. I lie on my stomach and run my hands down his thighs to the top of the boxers, still trapped on his legs. Mmmmmmmmm, he catches on fast! I feel his hand running over my round ass, now next to his shoulder, as I kiss back and forth across him from hip to hip, just above his groin. 

I'm making him think I'm ignoring his cock; I haven't touched it yet. But my eyes are taking in every twitch and shudder as my face is only a few inches from it. It's straight up, standing at attention, and I can feel my mouth getting wet with anticipation. Already, I'm memorizing all the little bumps and veins and that delicious looking round head, now purplish red. With my lips against his body I have to look up to see the tip. That's a good sign. 

Finally I relent, turning briefly to plant another smooch on his lips, then crawling down the bed. I grasp the boxers and make short work of them, and he sighs with relief and spreads his legs. With a giggle I slip between them and smile up at him. I give him a couple of kisses inside both thighs, loving the little shudders I feel. Then I lift my head and just breathe on the head of his cock. He moans and it twitches, almost wagging back and forth. Giggle. 

I gently grasp his cock around the base, then hold it as I lick and kiss his balls. I feel his hips rock and he moans again, "Ahhhh baby, Goddd!" his legs squirming. Then I open my hand and let his cock press against my palm as my wet tongue slowly slides up the underside, all the way to the tip. He's gasping and groaning and I can hear him squirming against the sheet. With a big grin I lick the tip lightly, gradually getting it glistening wet. He's got his eyes shut, and his hands are fists now, as he makes a new sound with every touch. 

I close my lips around the tip, my mouth already drooling, and his head is slippery wet as my tongue swirls and I suck him like a Popsicle. His hips start bucking and rolling and I hear his hands pounding the bed, but my eyes are closed as I enjoy the sensation of this beautiful cock in my mouth. All at once his hands are on my head, just gently resting on my hair, but I can feel him shuddering constantly. I slip him out, planting little kisses all over his tip, then slide my lips over him again. 

But this time, I don't stop, slowly taking more and more of him, a little at a time. I slide down a bit, getting his big shaft wet, then back up, then down a little further. I only have half of him, and my mouth feels very full, lips almost stretched open. I use my tongue to paint his shaft with my spit, wanting him sloppy wet and slippery. His hips have stopped bucking quite so badly, and he's picked up a rhythm, which I use to time my strokes. I feel him start to hit the back of my mouth, and for a minute, I stroke up and down steadily, which seems to calm him a bit, and he lies back and begins to really enjoy it. His eyes open and he smiles at me, his hips rolling in time with my bobbing head. 

I know I love it at least as much as he does; I could keep this up all night, but my curiosity won't let me. I grasp his shaft with my fist, and am pleased to realize that when I go all the way down, I can only keep four fingers around him, so there's hope. I slide all the way up his shaft, then suddenly press down hard, and am almost shocked when his head slips into my throat. Of course I gag immediately, and have to come up for air, coughing and choking. But it's do-able! 


Becky's Seduction



I rest, then try twice more with the same result. I figure, one more time, and rest a little longer, then ram myself down as fast as I can, feeling the air almost being compressed in my mouth. And suddenly, my lips are surrounded by his pubic hair, pressing hard against his body! My throat is contracting, and tears are pouring from my eyes, but I am unwilling to give up my prize, and fight the discomfort till I need a breath. 

Only when I slide all the way up and am gasping, drooling, chest heaving, do I realize what all the noise was I heard somewhere in the background. He's sitting up, wide-eyed, staring at me, and his hands are running gently all over my head, petting me. He just keeps saying, Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby," over and over. In my enthusiasm I almost forgot he was at the other end of that wonderful cock, and only now do I realize the effects my efforts had on him. 

He flops back down, hands thrown over his head. "Oh God, oh my God! Becky! Baby, oh baby!"

I'm really hoping that means it was good, and I ask him, "Are you ok Rob, did you like that?"

"Oh my God, oh baby, I've never.... Oh Becky! That was amazing!"

Now that's what I wanted to hear! And right now I promise myself - and him - that I'm going to get way better at that! In fact, I can hardly wait to practice again! But for right now, I just smile and take him between my lips again, sliding smoothly up and down, comfortably. Very quickly, I feel him start to shudder, and his hands are on my head, gently trying to pull me off of him. I know that means he's close, and I have a decision to make. But then I think, "What the hell, he's got more work to do before he gets to do anything else with this cock!" 

I lift my head from his shaft and smile at him. I whisper, "Just enjoy it honey, there's no hurry, unless you've got a hot date!" 

And I lower my head again, sliding him to the back of my mouth, then bobbing faster, my lips tightening around his shaft, my mouth sucking each time I lift my head. I swirl my tongue around the length of his shaft with every stroke, and I start to drool around the corners of my mouth. His hips are bucking again, pistoning up and down raggedly, trying to keep up with my strokes. I love listening to him, groaning, panting swearing, and really, calling my name, almost as a mantra. 

Suddenly, he stops and stiffens, and I open my eyes to look at him. He has two big handfuls of sheet, and his eyes are wide open, staring. Then his eyes close, his face contorts and his hips lift, ramming his cock deep into my mouth. I have hot cum spurting into my throat, filling my mouth and overflowing from my lips. I clamp down even tighter, not wanting to lose a drop, and he writhes on the bed, hips pumping, cock captive in my mouth. He growls, cries, moans and finally collapses panting onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I gently ease him from my lips, and when he opens his eyes again, I show him how full my mouth is, before swallowing it all. Somehow it's very important that he see how much I enjoyed it, too. 

He falls back limp on the bed, eyes closed, and I draw satisfaction that for the moment, I have completely satiated him. I crawl up the bed and he rolls slowly toward me. I press my body against him and his arms gently surround me, cradling me. I nestle my head into his chest and give him little kisses, one hand sliding slowly over his body. Right now I am so content, just listening to his deep, heavy breathing.

But soon, I feel his arms tighten around me, and I look up to see him smiling. I stretch up to him and beg a kiss that turns into two, then three, then just one long amazing kiss squeeze hug fondle grope. My sopping panties are pressed right against his cock, still good sized, even though soft, and that's just how I want it. When the kiss ends and the gasping lessens he smiles at me from an inch away and says, "That must be awful uncomfortable." And he rocks his hips just a bit, his cock giving me a nudge, so there's no question what he means. 

"Uhhuh," I reply, "make it better?"

He kisses me again, then leaves me, crawling down the bed and very slowly rolling the panties down my legs as I lift my hips, then thighs, then feet in the air. I hope he likes the smell of my sex, because I can smell it from here. But when he lifts the sopping material to his face and inhales, there's no doubt, and when he tastes the wettest part, it's even better. 

Now he's got something new to look at, my almost bald pussy. I shaved this morning, just for him, leaving a little thatch just above the top of my slit. I'd like to have done it sooner, but this was kind of sudden. My hair is a dark brown, but down there, it's nice and black and shiny. Since he's staring, I squirm a little for him on the bed, stretching and spreading my legs, raising my knees a little. 

He kneels down by my hip and bends over me, kissing my breast, making me gasp. His wet tongue teases the nipple, then he sucks it in, and it's rock hard in a moment. I moan and arch up to him as he sucks me deeper into his mouth. He has a smile on his face, and I'm not sure if it's because he knows he's teasing me or because he likes it so much, but I'm hoping it's both. 

One hand moves over my body, stroking me from my breasts to my hips, just barely missing that little thatch. Every inch he touches tingles and he touches every inch, making me squirm constantly and sigh and moan time after time. He kisses his way over to my other breast and sucks in the nipple again. I'm loving it of course, but suddenly, I feel my little bud caught between his teeth. His eyes look up and find mine, and as we stare at each other he lifts his head, stretching my nipple up and up and up. It feels good but I'm afraid it's going to hurt and hold my breath, but he stops pulling and rubs his tongue over the tip. And as his teeth let go his mouth opens wide and he engulfs my breast, sucking hard, lips kneading me as his tongue grinds and swirls, getting me soaking wet and slippery. My back arches again and I'm breathing deeply, loving his touches and realizing he knows just how to give me what I need. 

Without the panties my pussy had dried up a little, but now it's soaking wet again, as he finds out when his hand finally slides down over my mound, fingers running over my bare, swollen lips. He gets them nice and wet, then runs two fingers up and down, one on each side of my slit. My hips go on auto and roll in time with his hand, and I put a hand on his head, which is still on my breast. It feels so yummy I don't want him to stop. He doesn't, content to suck and lick for the moment, but I gasp and buck as I feel his fingers finally slide into my slit. He just holds them flat and slides them up and down, stroking the insides of my lips and making me moan. 

Finally he lifts his head and leans to me for another kiss. Then he wastes no time, sliding off the bed and going to the foot, where he climbs back up between my legs. As he kneels facing me, I smile as I realize his cock is already nice and hard again. Now I'm suddenly wondering what that's going to feel like, and I know I'm going to find out. But right now, I'm concentrating on other things.

He lifts my left leg by the ankle, teases my toes with his tongue, then kisses and licks his way up my calf to my knee. Already, I'm gasping. Then he rests that leg on his shoulder and lifts the other one, which gets the same treatment. All the time he's running his palms up and down the outside of my calves. When he reaches my right knee he moves up a little closer to me, causing me to raise my legs higher, and keeps going. But now he's peppering my inner thigh with kisses, licks, bites and sucks and I know he's marking me and I don't care. Yes I do care, I love it! I don't know how he's doing this to me but my pussy is already running wet, and my hips are pumping and he's no where near them yet. 

Unconsciously I've got both hands on my breasts, and my fingers are gently squeezing and pulling on the nipples. He notices and stops a moment to take in the erotic sight, breathing deeply. When I realize what he's looking at I squeeze and pull harder just for him. He shifts his attention back to my left thigh, and now as he tortures me he's running his hands all the way from my knees to my hips and back. I hope he likes moaning, because I am, non-stop, and my body is in constant motion. 

As he gets closer he slows down, kissing longer, more gently, rubbing his cheek against the soft skin of my thighs. And he's moaning and sighing softly, too. I'm trembling with anticipation and it's a little hard to breath now, but if he should stop I know I'd just die. But I know he won't. 

Finally, he has no where left to go. He looks up at me and smiles for a moment, his hands still moving on the outside of my thighs. Then he leans forward and kisses me, right in the middle of my little black thatch. His hands grip both my hips and his tongue slides very slowly, right down the middle of my slit, not really penetrating, but enough to taste the juices flowing out. He gets to the bottom and raises his head and licks his lips. Then he bends his head and kisses me again, right over the dripping entrance to my cunt. His tongue circles around a couple of times, gathering all the cream he finds there, then I feel it slide inside me, deeper and deeper and deeper. My Hips are rolling, pussy pushing against his mouth and I can feel and hear him licking and sucking, drinking the constant flow. Wow, those little high-pitched squeaks are coming from me!

He raises his head a little, and his tongue starts moving back up, this time bottoming out in my slit, and I jump and gasp as I feel it slide over my already hard clit. He feels it and swirls the tip of his tongue over it, kissing and licking all around. I'm panting and gasping, loving everything he does, but enduring it, hoping he'll get to what I really want. But he wants it too, and quickly raises his wet face, smiling at me as he moves up and pushes my legs wide apart. 

And I see that cock in his hand, and it's so big and hard! He rubs the tip of it over my pussy, getting it wet with my juices. And I forget to breathe as he presses against me. But my lips part easily, and his head slides right in, feeling big and stretching me a little, but ooooooooooo, so good!! I take a deep gulp of air and we smile at each other again, finally joined. He puts his hands on my hips and pushes again, and very slowly, slides deeper and deeper. I'm practically gushing my creaminess, and that helps a lot. When it starts to feel really tight he pulls back a bit, then presses again, and it's always easier the second time. It seems only a matter of moments and I feel his body press against mine, and I realize, I've got all of him! And oh my God. It feels wonderful! I've never been so full before, not near. 

I'm still very tight and clamping around his cock, but I can feel myself relaxing little by little. When he starts to move, very slowly, the sensation is intense, but every stroke feels better. Soon we have forgotten the size thing, and he's fucking me with a big grin on his face, setting a steady pace. My hips start to rock and I push up to meet him, and our bodies slap softly together. 

I don't remember this ever feeling so good. 'Cuz it never has. And its feeling better and better! I feel little shivers and shocks going through my body, all starting at my pussy and running everywhere. He's starting to sweat now, and pumping that big cock into me faster and faster and harder and harder and it's fitting better and better every moment. Every time our bodies come together now, my body is shuddering from the impact, and I'm working harder and harder too, determined to keep up with his thrusts. The wet smacking sounds are filling the room, and I can feel my cream running down over my ass every time he pulls back. 

Spontaneously, I lift my legs and wrap them around him, not too tight, but pulling him towards me, and he leans forward over me, his hands by my sides. That rolls my ass up a little and he can really ram that big dick into me, exploring new territory. Our faces are only a foot apart, and we are working too hard to really smile, but if my face looks like his does, he knows I'm loving every second. All of a sudden, I feel him slow down, almost to a stop, and we are really just rocking. I hate it until he lowers his lips to mine and we kiss, as he grinds against me, his cock moving deep inside. Now I'm in heaven! Our lips finally part, and they are still practically touching when he looks at me, eyes wide open and gasps out, "Oh Becky!"

He pushes himself back up and stares at me for a second as his hands get a firm grip on my hips. He starts sliding in and out, slowly, his full length, but he accelerates a little with every thrust and soon he's pounding into me even faster than before and I grab the sheet and hold on. My hips are moving like a machine, but they have no hope of keeping up with him now and I'm almost in awe of the power of this man who now has total control of me and is causing something to happen deep inside. My bed creaks every time he slams into me and he's panting, gasping for breath, sweat dripping from his chin, but most of the noises are coming from me. I'm moaning and panting and groaning and making little cries which are going up and up in pitch as it gets harder and harder to breath. 

Now he's joining me, quiet groans that sound like pain but I know they're not. And his hips slow down but he's ramming into me harder than ever before, and I almost scream with every thrust because it feels so good. And then he growls low and long and delivers the coup de grace and grinds against me, his fingers digging into my hips and his entire body shuddering and bucking. I totally go over the top, and I hope the scream doesn't scare the neighbors. 

My hips buck uncontrollably and my legs tighten around him with all my strength, pulling him to me and forcing every last millimeter inside me. His hips pump back and forth, each time with a snarl, and I know every thrust is another spurt of his seed inside me. I can't stop crying and moaning as I feel my orgasm roll back and forth in waves, over and over, through my entire body. 

It seems like forever before we are both quiet, and even that's too soon. My ass is almost in the air, my legs are locked so tightly around him, and as I slowly release them he can breathe again. Very gently, carefully he lets go of my hips and slides out of me, and I almost want to cry. Something that good shouldn't ever have to end. But when he crawls up along side of me and wraps me in his arms, pulling me against his warm body, its all better again. In a minute he starts giving me tiny little kisses, all over my face, and when our lips finally meet, we just melt together. 

It's at least an hour later when I wake to the delicious feeling of warm hands lightly sliding over my smooth ass. I don't move for at least a couple of minutes, because it feels too damn good. But by then I have an overpowering urge to be touching too, and I move my hands to his shoulders, slowly rubbing them up and down his back. He rolls me gently onto my back, arms still around me, and kisses me softly. When I open my eyes he smiles and says, "Hi baby," and we both giggle because we know it means so much more than that, but it's a secret and we can't tell anyone yet, least of all, ourselves. 

All of a sudden I realize, everything feels different. Here we are, in my bed, naked, and he has me in his arms, pressing down against me. And we both know, we can do anything we want. At least I do, and if he's smart he does too. In fact there is nothing I don't want him to do. The thought makes me shiver and stretch, and that makes my body rub against his. I softly moan at the feeling of his skin on mine. He feels it too, and I hear a soft sigh answering my moan. 

He grins and rolls back from me a little, looking down at me. I smile back and slowly squirm and stretch again, putting my hands over my head, displaying my body to him. No sense being shy now. I want him to get to know every inch of me. I arch my back, stretching the skin over my breasts, and I feel my nipples crinkle and harden. Then I push my hips up and grind, slowly spreading my legs. I feel totally wanton, and I'm sure that's just how I look. And that's just what I want. Oh God, I love it!

He puts a hand flat on my stomach, lightly, and whispers, "Don't stop!" Mmmmmmmm, I don't know where this is going now, but I can't wait to find out. I continue to squirm and moan, and I move one hand down and cover my pussy. I lightly run my fingers over my lips and down between my legs. His hand starts rubbing little circles over my body, and his eyes are riveted on my hand, so I know I better do something good with it. 

I take one finger and run it very slowly up my slit. Already, I can feel myself starting to get wet and very aroused. When my finger slides down between my legs again, I let the tip slip inside of me, and I feel it suddenly coated with my hot wet juices. I smile and slowly bring my hand up, and slip the finger into my mouth, sliding it in and out, licking it clean. MY God! I've never done that before, never wanted to, but somehow it seems soooooooo erotic with him watching. And he moans, loudly, in appreciation. No choice now. I lower my hand and wet my finger again, the juices starting to overflow now, and bring my hand back up. 

This time, I offer it to him. And he groans as he leans forward and takes it into his mouth, his lips holding it there as his tongue circles round and round. I feel something pressing against my thigh and I realize it's his cock. And it's rock hard! And I can feel a drop of moisture running down my skin. Thank God! He's as aroused as I am, maybe more! 

I feel his hand slide up and capture one of my breasts, and immediately begin kneading it, hard! He's not touching my nipple, and it's already so hard it's aching, but I have hopes. I put my hand between my legs again and slide my finger deeper inside, gasping and groaning because it feels so fucking good. I start slowly fucking myself, moaning and rolling my hips, and I feel his hand move to my other breast. But this time, his fingertips grasp my nipple and start pulling, slowly sliding from the base to the tip, until they slip off. And he does it again and again. It feels like it may burst if he keeps it up. 

His hips are starting to roll too, and I feel my... his beautiful hard cock sliding against my thigh, the tip slippery with his pre-cum. We are both moaning now, almost in unison. Suddenly, he dives down and absolutely inhales my breast in one motion! I give a squeal of surprise and shock and pure pleasure! His hand is kneading one breast and torturing my nipple, and his mouth is kneading the other with his lips, his mouth stretched with as much of me as he can possibly hold. And his tongue is swirling round and round, getting me soaking wet, then grinding against the nipple, the rough slipperiness of it driving me crazy! 

Without realizing it, I have slipped a second finger into myself and I'm fucking myself hard, my hips rolling, grinding, pushing up so hard my ass almost lifts from the bed... I can feel my juices running down over my ass, and I know the sheet must be soaking wet. My back is arched, begging him to take just a little more of me into the hot wetness of his mouth. What I really want is for him to just devour me! 

My fingers are moving faster and faster, and I know I'll cum in a matter of moments if I don't stop. And I don't want to stop, but I want him to enjoy it too. "Robbie, look at me, watch me, I'm going to cum! Watch what you're doing to me!"

I'm moaning and whimpering and my hips are lifted, my pussy raised in the air, grinding, as my fingers fly in and out of my cunt, so dripping wet that it's making loud sloppy, juicy sounds with every stroke, so fast they're almost blending together. His head has lifted from my tit and his eyes are locked between my legs, his hand still squeezing my other breast hard, even though he doesn't realize it any more. I give a little squeal, then another and another, each louder, and suddenly my entire body heaves as a tremendous orgasm slams into me, and I growl at the top of my lungs as my body goes out of control, jerking, twisting pumping, thrashing. We can both see my juices flowing out of me around my fingers, flowing every which way over my mound and down my ass. 




Becky's Seduction



As the tremors finally ease, I slowly lower my body to the bed, whimpering and moaning. I look up into his face hoping for approval, and what I see is more like awe. He leans over me, and in the moment before his lips close over mine he gasps out, "Oh Becky, oh sweetheart!"

My lips eagerly accept his and they grind together, leaving room for our tongues to go back and forth between our mouths. But my mind is only half focused on that because his words are still ringing in my head. "Sweetheart"! He said it, I heard it, and he can't take it back. Oh my god! I'm trembling and shaking and I know he thinks it's the orgasm, but it's just that word! It doesn't have an absolute definition but it has a meaning, a promise to it. And I know, our relationship is now different than it was just a moment ago. I don't dare make too much of it but I can't help making something of it.

My arms go around him and I'm almost clawing at him, desperate to feel his body pressing on mine. As his weight settles on me, I suddenly realize his hard cock is still pressed against me, and his hips are still rocking slowly. My thigh is soaking wet, he's oozed so much pre-cum while I was pre-occupied with my own satisfaction. I begin to feel guilty and weigh my options for pleasing him. I could suck his cock and let him cum for me, as I just did before, but we already did that once, and anyhow, I know what I really want, and I bet he does too.

The kiss goes on and on, both of us moaning and slowly squirming, and I can feel that cock still moving against me, pulsing with need. When he finally lifts his lips from mine I put a hand on his shoulder and gently push him back from me, till he's lying on his side. Then I shift positions and roll up to face him, so close my breasts are pressed against his chest. I lift one leg and roll forward a little more, lowering my leg over his and sliding my thigh up over his hip.

When I rock my hips forward we both gasp as my pussy suddenly presses against his cock, and I can feel it twitch and move at the sudden contact. He shudders and moans as his hips thrust forward and grind it against me, sliding it up and down over my slippery mound, still covered with my juices. I reach down between us and grasp him, delighting in the amazing hardness, and my hand feels small as I stroke slowly up and down. 

But it's past the time to play, and I slide his swollen head down over my pussy lips, as I adjust my body a little for position. As soon as it's between my legs I feel it press right against my cunt, and we are pressed so tightly that with a tiny thrust of my hips he slides right in. We moan together at the sensation of being joined again, and I feel his hips thrust forward, not fast but hard, and he slides deep into me in one motion. My head goes back and I groan, I feel so totally filled and stretched, but it's not pain, it's pure pleasure. And remembering that Word, I think, MY cock is the most wonderful ever! 

Another thrust and I have all of him, I'm filled with him, and I don't even think about being too tight because it fits just right! I just have to tell him, "Oh God, Robbie, that feels so FUCKING good!"

The best thing about this position is we can kiss easily, and as he starts gently rocking his hips our arms hold each other and our lips meet and weld together. My hips catch up with his, and we enjoy a nice slow, delicious fuck, very gradually the strokes getting longer and the thrusts harder until we are moaning into each other's mouths. Each time our bodies meet we grind together just a little, prolonging the sensation of him being completely buried in me. 

I have my arms around his neck, my hands gently holding his head to my lips. But I feel his hands move down and grasp my hips, and he starts ramming himself in harder and harder, my body shuddering with every thrust. I pull back from his mouth and whisper, "Mmmmmmm, baby, fuck me! Do it hard!" I love how he immediately picks up the pace and our bodies are slapping together, my pussy so wet they make almost a squishing sound. 

But this position only allows so much movement and slowing his pace he whispers, "Baby, would you like to get on your knees for me?" Would I!!! The thought sends a shiver through me, and although I hate him sliding out of me, in a moment I am facing the headboard on my knees, my face on a pillow, wagging my ass at him. He moves behind me, first bending over and placing a flurry of kisses on my smooth cheeks, then nestling up against my ass, his cock between my legs pressing up against my pussy. He bends over me and kisses my back, at the same time reaching to grasp and squeeze my breasts. His cock sliding back and forth is driving me crazy, I want it in me so bad. 

He obliges, pulling back a bit and guiding himself into me again. I'm so sloppy wet and open that he pushes in all the way in one measured thrust, and I grunt with pleasure as his body bumps against my cheeks. He wastes no time, picking up the pace and fucking me hard, pushing me forward with each thrust, only to have me ram myself back onto him with the next one. His hands feel slippery on my hips and I realize I am sweating, and I can feel little drips on my back which must be falling from his face. I lift my head and urge him on, "Harder baby, oh fuck! Do me good!"

His breathing is already deep, his breath coming in gasps, and I hear a little snarl as he suddenly begins pounding against me! His cock is ramming into me, going even deeper than it ever has before, and I totally surrender to him. I can't match his thrusts and I feel his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he uses me, driving that amazing tool into my center, pounding me so hard the bed is rocking. I squeal and cry with every thrust, and hear myself starting to chant, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Yes! Yes! OH FUCK!"

I can feel another orgasm building in me and my legs are shaking from more than just his thrusts. He grunts and growls with every stroke and I'm hoping he's almost there too. I begin to tremble and feel shivers radiating from my pussy, my climax suddenly building and as I begin to cum I shout, "Robbie!! Please, please, now, do it now!" 

In answer he slams into me so hard my head is driven into the pillow, once, twice, three times. And with the fourth, he growls long and low and bucks against me, his cum spurting so hard I can feel it exploding into me. I scream as my entire body goes out of control, and I am held up only by the grip of his fingers on my hips. His body is still slowly pounding against my ass, and with every thrust he growls again, filling me up with his hot cream. 

My orgasm goes on and on and I can't seem to regain control. I am shaking and crying and gasping, "Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby," over and over. He finally stops thrusting against me and I can feel him holding me, his fingers releasing my flesh but his hands still on my hips. He leans over and kisses my back, which helps a lot, and I am just limp in his hands, gasping. He lays his cheek lightly on my back, and murmurs softly, "Oh Becky, oh God, baby."

When I finally lift my head he lets go, and slumps down onto the bed next to me. I fall into his arms, and we just lie there, holding each other. An odd thought goes through my head, and I giggle, "We're getting pretty good at this, but if we get any better we may kill each other!" He squeezes me and kisses my forehead, and soon we are all wrapped up in each other, arms and legs all tangled and clinging. It's getting late and we have exhausted each other, and without another word and just one little kiss we both drift off to sleep in each others arms. 

I wake up, still locked in a big pair of arms, and manage to tap the clock. My God, it's 6 AM, Saturday, 2-12-11! Through the cobwebs it takes a moment for me to be sure we don't have to work today, but then I smile when I realize its Saturday, and I've got him all to myself! I sure as hell hope he doesn't think he's going to play golf! For a while I just nestle against his body, his slow steady breathing soothing me, and I relish his smooth soft warmth. 

My mind is perfectly satisfied with this, but my body is not. My nipples are pressed against his chest, and I feel them slowly but surely crinkle and harden, forming rocky little buds with rounded tips. The sensation of his warm skin against them now sends signals straight to my pussy. I manage to repress the moan, but I cannot resist the urge to stretch and shudder against him, my nipples grinding into his skin, and my hips suddenly rolling until my pussy presses against his thigh. 

He stirs and mumbles something, his arms tightening around me just a little, and I wonder if he's awake, but his breathing goes on, unchanged. I lie still, trying so hard not to disturb him, but it's almost painful now. My arms are still around him, one almost asleep from his weight on it, but I slide the other up his back and run it softly over his hair. My head is almost trapped under his chin, my nose pressed into that wonderful little patch of coarse hair, but when I think of it, I begin to feel a tickle. 

This won't do. I need him with me. My lips lightly kiss his chest, and my tongue gives it a saucy little lick. That does it; he moans and stirs against me, his body stretching against mine. He whispers one word, "Becky." I suddenly realize, this is our first morning waking up together. First? Oh yeah, it can't possibly be the last! One of his hands slides down my body, right over my ass, and his arms tighten around me, crushing me to him. He shifts until his cock feels my pussy, and he presses against it, not hard yet, but stirring, and he rolls his hips into me. Of course I answer. 

I pull my head back from his chest, then stretch up, until my lips find his. Neither of us has opened an eye yet, but we don't have to. He gives a sigh of satisfaction and his lips press against mine, their softness gently moving, kneading against mine. My lips part, begging for his tongue, and he gives me just the tip. It's just what I want, and mine touches his, just barely brushing. 

The reaction is immediate, and we both shudder and stretch against each other, and like magic his cock is rock hard, pressed upward against my pussy. My hand on his head pulls hard and our lips are crushed together, grinding as his tongue ravages my mouth and mine valiantly duels with his. My hips roll slowly, and my pussy lips slide up and down against his shaft, which feels like it's already throbbing. He moans into my mouth and I moan back, realizing I am already wet and slippery and he feels sooooooooo fucking good!

I free my trapped arm and move my tingling hand to his head, freeing the other one to slide down over his side and onto his hip. When my fingertips lightly slip down over his ass he jumps and grinds his cock against my wetness, pressing into my slit between my lips. That does it, he has to fuck me now. NOW! I don't care how, I'll stand on my head if that's what he wants but I need it right now!

But he does it the old fashioned way. He rolls me onto my back and he's between my legs all in one motion. I spread wide for him, my knees bent, legs up on both sides of him. We both open our eyes and smile into each other's, and I hope mine are shining like his are. He's on his elbows and bends down for another kiss then lifts his head just an inch or two and breaths, "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning, lover."

That sends a jolt through him, and I can feel him react, his body jerking against mine. He pushes himself up onto his knees and he stares down at me. I smile and cup my breasts in my hands, pushing them up, showing them to him. His voice is ragged and soft like he's shivering, the words barely making it out of his lips. "God Becky, you are SO beautiful!" Perhaps he has to say it, but it sounds so genuine and I want it to be and it doesn't matter because I melt. I just melt. 

I am barely conscious of his movements until I feel the tip of his cock briefly press, then enter me smoothly. My hips lift to welcome him as he slides easily into my sopping tunnel, the speed just right, opening me little by little as he goes deeper and deeper. He makes it almost all the way, then pulls back slightly and thrusts gently and he's there! I moan and he gasps as my pussy clenches around him, squeezing, massaging, without either of us moving. I silently mouth, "Fuck me, Robbie."

That breaks the spell and his hands lightly grasp my hips as he begins long, slow strokes, giving me his full, wonderful length. It's so delicious I shudder with each one, my breath becoming "Oooooooooooh" with every exhalation. When he moves a little faster my hips start rolling to meet him and soon we are fucking hard, his body slapping against my wetness, juicy sounds filling the room. I love the impact of our bodies, each jolt making me shudder against the sheet. 

He goes on and on, faster and harder and I'm moaning as he's gasping, his breathing deep and ragged. His body is wet again and I can feel a sheen of on mine as we fuck, giving ourselves to pleasing each other. He leans over me, hands at my sides, staring down into my face and I roll my ass up a little, my thighs using his thighs for support, hips rocking with his thrusts, making sure there is none of him left for me to have. My ass is soaking wet from my cream running down. 

He growls, long and low, and I realize I know that sound. It means I'm about to get pounded! He bends forward even more, his nose inches from mine, and my hands go to his shoulders as he starts ramming into me, harder, faster with every stroke. He's driving me almost straight down, into the mattress, and the whole bed is shaking. Sweat is flying off his face in all directions, from my forehead to my breasts to my shoulders. My fingers dig in, clutching him, holding on as the slapping gets louder and faster and my moans turn to little whimpers and cries, begging him to finish me, push me off the cliff, split me in half!

His growls turn into snarls and I feel those hard stiletto thrusts again, ramming his cock straight down into me, impaling me, pinning me to the bed. I'm shuddering and my pussy is clenching, trying to hold him inside, but his body ignores it, using the tightness to drive him closer and closer. Suddenly he roars and slams into me once more, hips pumping and grinding, a grunt accompanying every thrust. I feel the first spurt somewhere in my stomach and it sends me straight into space. I'm barely conscious of my squeals and screams as my orgasm bursts like fireworks, sparks flying in all directions through my body. 

Somehow, I'm snuggled into his chest again. I don't even know how I got here. But my pussy is still tingling, and my hips are still very gently rolling, the remnants of my most amazing climax ever still rolling through me. He's petting me, one hand on my hair, the other sliding over my body. He murmurs, "Baby, baby, baby," over and over. But then, "I can't believe I've been so stupid." 

I gasp, opening my eyes and pulling back to look at him. "Baby?"

He confesses, "Becky, I've wanted you so bad, for months now. I've lain awake at night, thinking what it would be like to be with you. But I never dreamt of this!"

"But I've been so afraid that I would do the wrong thing and spoil everything, even get in trouble. After all, we work together! For a long time I thought it was better to have you around me as a friend, a buddy, than to take a chance of losing everything. Till I reached the point that it was just not enough. Now I realize, I should have let you know so much sooner!" He bends his head down, looking into the sheet.

I take his head gently in both hands, making him look at me. I giggle, with my biggest smile. "Silly!" I exclaim softly and kiss his face, then rub my nose against his. "You were wonderful! Maybe we could have gotten together sooner and it would have been good. But honey, this is perfect! For a while now, I've been feeling things for you, too. But I wasn't sure. Maybe it was just being close every day, a little sexual stimulation, good friendship. And I've been so happy, every day, except maybe weekends. I looked forward to coming in and seeing you, almost holding my breath till I knew you were there."

And when you were ready... we were ready, you told me! I still remember your hands on my shoulders, and what they did to me. I knew right then. If you flashed a neon sign it would not have been clearer. And it wouldn't have felt nearly so good!"

He groans, and the next second his arms are crushing me, our lips grinding together, bodies squirming. It's not sex. It's passion. We know now. And I wonder if he will say it. But he doesn't, and that's ok, still something to look forward to. We spend forever, just touching, pleasing each other, rolling around on the bed. 

Finally, I fight my way out of his arms and slide off the bed. I giggle and whisper to him, "Stay here baby, and I'll get us some breakfast. We need to keep your strength up!" He gives me a smile and blows me a kiss. I consider putting something on, but I decide, that's dumb! I belong to him now, and he deserves access to every inch. Any time he wants. The thought almost makes me wet. 

But when I get to the kitchen I make a little concession to practicality. I'm going to fry bacon and eggs, so I put an apron on in case of spatters. Its ok, it's loose, and open except in front. I put on the coffee pot and work on a couple of omelets, and in about 10 minutes he appears, following his nose. There's no more nervousness, butterflies, and I'm hungry now and I hope he is too. 

But when he sees me he follows his eyes. Right to me. And I gasp when I feel his hands on my naked hips, his body brushing mine, his lips on the back of my neck. I moan and press back into him, already breathing heavily. OH MY GOD! This feels so incredibly sexy! I'm shivering, and now its pure sexual energy. There is just something about standing here in the middle of my kitchen with him, bodies touching, totally possessed, that is just so amazingly erotic! I feel a trickle down my thigh, and I hope he doesn't smell me over the bacon because I don't want to spoil breakfast. And damn it, we are going to eat it! He's the most precious thing I've ever had and I'm going to take care of him whether he wants me to or not! Thank God, everything's ready and the stove is off. 

I whisper to him in a shaky voice, "Come on, baby, get us some coffee, you know how I like it."

Slowly and reluctantly he lets me go and gets the coffee. I scoop the two omelets onto plates and carry them to the table. I see he's already pushed two chairs right together, and when I set down the plates he picks up one and slides the omelet onto the other plate. As I sit down he cuts them both up into bite-sized pieces and I wonder what is going on. When he sits down we are pressed right together, our hips and legs touching and feeling great. But our arms are pressing too, so hard we really can't use them, and I don't think this will work. 

But then he picks up his fork with the other hand, and suddenly I understand. He stabs a bite of the omelet, turns and feeds it to me! Wow! This guy... My guy... thinks of everything! We take turns, bite after bite, taking time out for slurps of coffee and of course, lots of kisses. Meanwhile, he has a use for the other arms, too. Turns out, we can use our forearms fine below the table, and he's driving me crazy, running his fingers up and down my inner thigh. But I quickly get even and stroke my fingers up and down his cock, which quickly goes from firm to granite! 

Suddenly he realizes something and twists around, putting his free hand behind me. I feel a tug and my apron falls into my lap as he unties it from my neck. "Fair's fair," He says smugly, His eyes locked onto my breasts. I giggle and put down my fork for a moment, and with a big grin, reach up and tweak my nipples, making them hard and long for him. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddd," he shudders, "are we done yet?"




Becky's Seduction



"NO!" I reply, just as smugly, and jam another bite into his mouth! But I don't think he minds quite so much when my hand grasps his cock and strokes. It's the most erotic meal I've ever eaten, times ten. The omelet was probably good, but I hardly tasted it. Thanks to me, we actually do eat most of them, and I've had more than enough. My pussy is dripping wet, and I can feel a drop of his pre-cum running over my hand. I finally relent, and he helps me carry the dishes to the sink. 

And in one second, I am in his arms. Oh my God. His body feels so wonderful pressed against mine, especially with his hard cock against my stomach, as we stand and just kiss and kiss. I'm shaking and he is too, and it's all right because it's so good we should be. My arms are around his neck anyway, and I hardly notice when he lifts me off my feet. He turns towards the bedroom but I say, "Wait! In there!" pointing towards the bathroom. I know I'm coated with his cum and mine, and he must be just as bad, and for what I have in mind I want him squeaky clean. We get the shower going and are in each other's arms instantly again under the delicious hot water. We play and rub and touch, but I think he's disappointed that I won't do more than that. He'll get another chance, all he wants as far as I'm concerned. 

We dry each other off and pad back to the bedroom, our clean naked bodies on display for each other. By the bed, we kiss again, and my hand finds his already hard cock, slowly stroking it. He reaches for my pussy, but I won't let him quite get his fingers between my legs, even though I let him stroke my lips. I'm gasping, but not going to be deterred, and I finally tell him, "Sit down, baby." 

By the time he sits, I'm on my knees, pushing his legs apart, with a big smile on my face as my hand closes around his cock. Since we just got out of the shower, we aren't slippery for a change, so I spit on my hands, then grasp him with both of them. He's already hard, probably aching, so I bet it feels really good. And I know it feels lots better when I start to stroke. As soon as I see a drop of pre-cum I lick it off, taking time to swirl my tongue around his head, but my hands never stop moving. He's panting, and quickly flops back on the bed, but I see him lift his head, 'cuz he wants to watch. 

But I'm just warming him up. I remove the top hand and replace it with my mouth, sucking in the tip and swirling my tongue around it as the other hand continues to stroke. I hold him in my hand as I lick up and down the bottom and sides of his shaft, nibbling and kissing on the way. Each time I reach the tip I take it in and suck on it until he starts to pant and groan, his hips pumping. I'm not about to let him cum, so I back off as soon as I think he's close. 

I push my self up a little higher and slide my lips over him, getting that big head nice and wet, then quickly sliding down further. Once in my mouth, I try to get his shaft as wet as possible, then slide a little more. I keep going, until I feel him touch the back of my mouth, and then I start bobbing, my eyes smiling at him as I enjoy his luscious cock in my mouth, and my lips get used to fitting around him. He's gasping and groaning, but I keep up an even pace and he gets into it quickly, his hips rolling in time with my strokes. His eyes are closed, and he's lain back now, but he has the biggest shit eating grin I've ever seen. I'll bet he's foreseeing an unending succession of fantastic blow jobs, and I'm hoping he is, but he doesn't know the half of it yet. 

I'm really enjoying sucking on this monster cock, mostly because of the effects on him, and I slip one hand down between my legs and start rubbing myself. First I just run my fingers up and down my lips, finding I'm already very wet, then I slip the tip of a finger into myself. I'm getting so worked up I begin to wonder if it could be any better for him. But then I realize, he's the one groaning with every stroke and thrashing on the bed.

Little by little I'm pushing down a little harder, without changing my rhythm, getting used to the feeling of his cock pressing into my throat. I take a break for a moment, smiling at him as he opens his eyes, sucking on the tip again, and using my fingers to gently fondle his balls. He moans and flops back on the bed again, not saying a word. He doesn't have to. The noises he's been making and his body bucking and squirming are telling me everything I need to know. 

When I start again, I change up my rhythm, pressing down fast and hard, then sliding slowly back up. But after a few strokes I press down a little further, and sure enough, pop, there it is, starting its way down! He gasps and bucks, and my throat contracts and I feel my mouth filling with saliva, but its no where near as bad as the first time was. I hold him for a few seconds, then resume stroking again, down fast, up slow. Five more strokes and down hard again, and now I can really feel him in my throat, my eyes starting to water and my throat reflexively trying to swallow. And he's making a hell of a lot of noise, short panting gasps and moaning, "Oooooooh baby, baby, baby!" The poor thing. But listening to him is making me hotter and wetter by the minute, and I slide a second finger into my sopping wet cunt and start pressing them all the way in, fucking myself with the same rhythm I'm using on him. 

Maybe this is going to work! Down hard once more and I can feel his hair tickling my lips and nose, and I know I'm almost there! I block out the feeling and continue my routine, five and down. But now his shaft is running with my mouthful of saliva, and the next time, it's no contest! My lips ram hard against his groin and clamp around him and I suck like my life depended on it. My throat is contracting in waves, trying to swallow him, and I know he can feel that. I'd know it anyway, because he's sitting straight up again, his hands are on my head and I think he's wondering what's happening to him. Nothing but gibberish is coming out of his mouth. And I feel my juices running down my thighs as I start to rub my thumb over my clit, jumping at the almost electric shock. 

It's still uncomfortable, but not that bad, and I try to lift my head very slowly and steadily, just letting him feel my lips sliding over him. Once the tip is in my mouth I can breathe, and I hold him lightly, my tongue swirling softly against him as I regain my composure. I stroke a few times, suck on the head then slide down again, but this time I try something different. I just start down and continue at the same speed, even when it begins to feel tighter and tighter. He's so wet now my lips slide easily, and I make it all the way down. I lift till his head is back in my mouth, then down again. YES! I can stroke him deep, and do it continuously for several strokes before I really start gagging and have to stop. Maybe the fact that I'm fucking myself so hard that I'm moaning around his cock is taking my mind off any discomfort. 

I know I need a break, and I slide all the way up, just sucking on his tip again and stroking his shaft with one hand. I have to take it really easy now, because his hips are rocking, thrusting up into my mouth, and I know he'll cum if I do anything sudden. I slip him out and just stroke him gently, and he quiets a little. I look at him and grin as I realize he's going to need some practice too in order to really enjoy this! That's ok, I'll give him all he wants. A little chill runs through me when I realize what power I'll have over him if I can just get this right. But that's not right, because somehow, I'm enjoying it too, and the best part of all is what it does to him! I know I'm being optimistic, but I whisper, "Hang on baby, the best part's coming."  

He moans and his hips thrust up again as my mouth slides back down over him. I get a nice steady rhythm going again, and suddenly he gasps out, "Oh fuck baby, if I'm gonna die, this is how I want it to happen!" I giggle at the concept, around his cock, and start letting a little spit leak out around my lips, which I spread on his shaft with my hand. I make sure my lips are very wet, and one, two, three down! Wow, no problem! I grind a little bit to snuggle my lips firmly against his groin, and now all I have to do is hold him down on the bed. I know he was already pretty far gone, and now he's bucking and moaning and swearing, and I know he's trying not to cum, and I hope he wins. 

And suddenly I realize, I have this wonderful giant cock lodged in my throat, and my swallow reflex is still going, but it really isn't very uncomfortable at all! I try to hold still until I have to breathe, and then open my lips as much as I can when I slide slowly up for air. He moans again, but seems resigned to his fate, and without hesitation, I slide all the way down on him again, easy once I know I can do it. My thumb is grinding hard, making circles on my clit, and I have two fingers buried in my cunt. I begin to wonder who is going to cum first. 

Ok babe, this is for you; let me know if you want me to stop. I slide all the way down and up, finding I can do it six times before I need a breath. I keep the speed constant because it's comfortable for me, but the second time, I tighten my lips around him. The third time I don't get to try anything, because as I slide down again he makes a strange gurgling groan and his hips thrust up, jamming his cock to the hilt as he cums straight down my throat! Wow, that's hot! I can feel my pussy clenching around my fingers when I realize what's happening. Somehow, I feel like I just won the big game! When I slide my lips back up, his hips are still pumping, and I get to taste a little of his cum as the last drops drain out. 

It's a good thing he's still quietly moaning or I'd begin to wonder, he's so still once his hips stop moving. My fingers are still buried in my cunt, and I know I could bring myself off now, just thinking about what happened. But I'd rather take care of him, I know he'll take good care of me later! I smile to myself and climb on the bed to join him and run my hands up his naked body from his waist to his shoulders, where I hold on as I lean down to kiss him. When our lips meet he comes back to life a little and his arms surround me, pulling me down onto his chest. "Oh baby, DAMN!" is all he manages to get out between kisses. 

I can tell he's still pretty blown away, and I want him to rest a bit, so I roll over in his arms until he's spooning me. I can tell he likes that because he sort of squirms and snuggles against me, getting comfy, his hands moving over me just a little. "Come on baby, do it, do it," I silently beg. "Come on honey, you know you want to, you know I'm aching for it, oh please, please do it! Ahhhhhhhhhh yessssssss, that's it!! Oooooooooooooh baby" I moan the last aloud as he finally slides both hands over my breasts and squeezes just a little bit as he pulls me back against him. My nipples are right between his fingers and he's not squeezing or pulling on them, but just the pressure feels wonderful, and it's making them even harder than they already were. 

He shifts a little, and I can feel his cock pressing against my ass. It's still soft, as it should be after the workout I just gave it, but he presses a little harder and I can tell he just likes the feel of my smooth ass against it. I'm definitely excited, but just a little, and I don't want it to change right now because this feels so fucking good! But when his lips very softly kiss the back of my neck, I shudder just a little, and I can't help but stretch and press back against him. In reply, his hips rock just a tiny bit. Oh God! Was it bigger? Was it harder? I'm not sure, but I think so and I lie very still, all my senses concentrating on where his cock is touching my ass. 

And I feel it twitch! And straighten. Just a tiny bit, but I can tell now. He's slowly getting hard again, just holding me! I almost giggle out loud as I think, "My God, maybe I've got superman! Or maybe, I need to make "the treatment" last even longer next time!" Very gently, almost not wanting him to notice, I roll my hips and my ass slides slowly across it. But it's just enough to make it slip into the crack, pointing up, and he moans softly as I do it a second time, my cheeks stroking him now. I feel his hips move again, but this time they don't stop and he's rubbing himself against me, using my ass to stroke himself, and in moments, he's nice and big and hard! 

His hands tighten on my breasts and as I start to move with him his lips start kissing back and forth over my shoulders and neck. Suddenly I'm glad I have short hair so it doesn't interfere too much. He's kneading me now, and every time he closes his hand my nipples get squeezed just a little, not really hard, but it makes them aching hard! I hear him moan and I'm glad, because I'm moaning too, in time with his hands and his hips that are all moving together. 

My hips are really rocking, pushing my ass back hard, and his cock is almost buried between my cheeks and I hope it feels as good for him as it does me. But I'm betting it's even better for him because I feel him shudder, his hands shaking on my breasts even as his fingers tighten more. "Ohhhhhhhhhh baby," he gasps.

I know he's reached the point where he needs to be taken care of again, and I can't wait. I've already decided just how, to see if he likes it, "cuz I know I will. I gently pull away and roll over to face him, and we dive into a long deep kiss, his tongue buried in my mouth, my breasts crushed against his chest. His hips are in overdrive now, and his cock is sliding up and down over my stomach. 

As we kiss I push lightly against him, gradually pushing him onto his back, until I'm almost lying on top of him. He grabs my hips and tries to hold me against him, enjoying his cock against my body too much to want to stop. But I give him a last little kiss and smile as I push up, away from him. There's a little question in his eyes, but it doesn't last long because I don't waste time. As soon as I'm on my knees I straddle his hips and lean forward, putting my hands on his big chest and smile down at him as I giggle and say, in a little girl voice, "Would you like to fuck me? Hmmmmmmmm?"

"Oh my God, oh Becky! Please ...!"

He begs so nice I don't make him wait, and his cock is so rigid and straight up I don't even have to hold it as I press down. But when his head slips inside of me I stop for a moment and just smile at him. Naturally it's driving me wild, but I try not to let on. I giggle as he thrashes and tries to thrust up into me, and of course I don't let him. But I take pity, and with a controlled slide that takes just a few seconds I'm all the way down on him! It feels incredibly tight, filling me completely, and my cunt is clamping hard around him as I struggle to adjust. I dimly realize that's the first time I've ever taken all of him in one stroke, but he always makes me soaking wet and it really wasn't that bad. 

And now it's wonderful! Oh my god, I'm stretched and I'm shaking, and it's never felt so good before! His eyes are closed and his head is back and his hands are loose little balls above his shoulders. He's surrendered to me, and waiting to see what comes next. And he may look calm, but that monster is throbbing in me! I ease my way up until I feel the head, then right back down, as I start to fuck him slowly little by little I increase my pace and his hips start to roll as he meets me, but we really are taking it easy, enjoying it. After a couple of minutes I feel my legs tiring a bit and I lean forward again, putting my hands on his chest, and it's much easier now. And when he pulls his legs up behind me, knees bent, he starts thrusting into me harder, too.

Ohhhhhh damn, this feels so good! And he ups the ante when he reaches up and catches my nipples with his fingers, just holding them at first, then pinching a little in time with our thrusts. Double oh damn! I gasp and moan and I can feel my back getting wet with sweat as I start pumping my ass up and down. I'm taking that whole damn wonderful cock, slapping against his body, and it's absolutely reaming me but, oh fuck, it feels so good. I want even more and I start going faster and harder and he starts moaning and gasping too, meeting my thrusts and ramming himself up into me. My nipples are on fire as he's squeezing and twisting hard now, holding them so every time I go up I pull on them. 

My eyes are clamped shut, but when I force them open I see him watching us. He doesn't realize I'm looking as he's watching his cock slide in and out of me, but he finally looks up and our eyes meet. He studies the effect his fingers have on me as he pinches and pulls, and smiles when he hears me groan and throw my head back every time he does. 

I suddenly change the pace, slowing way down, but as I slide down on him I clench my pussy muscles hard, and his eyes suddenly close, head slamming back with a gasp. I slowly move up and down, squeezing hard and making him feel every inch. He changes from moans to groans, his breathing ragged as he suddenly sucks in his breath every time I clench around him again. My cunt is on fire and I know it won't take much, and I whisper to him, "Come on lover, give it to me, I want it, please baby, cum for me."

The effect on him is immediate, and he shudders, then starts ramming his cock into me hard, increasing the pace and I have to run to catch up. But I meet his thrusts and straighten up again, slamming myself down hard on him. The bed is bouncing now, our bodies slapping loudly, and my pussy is tingling and I know it's right there. My moans turn to little cries punctuating every stroke and I grab my own nipples and pull on them. He looks up and sees that and it spurs him on to work even harder, grunting with every thrust as he rams himself into me harder and harder. 

I have little streams running down my back, and it's my turn to drip on him as my face is soaking wet and my hair is sticking to it. I almost stop, then pound my ass down against him with a loud pop. Oh fuck, he's so hard and swollen it feels like its going into my stomach, but I greedily want even more. I slam down half a dozen times and then sit and grind as my head goes back and my legs start shaking uncontrollably. I howl at the moon as the hurricane blasts through me, another orgasm beyond belief. When my cunt clamps down on him I hear him growl, and the next second he's bucking, pumping into me so hard he lifts me six inches with every thrust of his hips. His hands are on my hips and he's pinning me down, pushing hard, wanting every millimeter inside me. 

We heave together for what seems like minutes, until I finally collapse on his chest. Somehow our lips meet and we manage to kiss, even while gasping and struggling for breath. I feel like I want to cry, not because anything's wrong, but because nothing can be this good!

We manage to crawl to the head of the bed and pull up the covers. Snuggling against his chest, I drift off to sleep in his arms. 

When I wake again it's after noon, and we haven't moved, but when I look up, I see his face smiling down at me. "Hi sleepyhead," he whispers, and kisses me on the forehead.

"Have you been awake long?" I ask, seriously.

"A while," he says, "but you felt way too comfortable to disturb, and I liked watching you."

Well, he's right about comfortable, I never felt more so in my life than snuggled up against him. But "watching me"? I know I never moved a muscle. Suddenly I flush, I can feel the heat. I get it. He means, he just enjoys looking at me! That's one of the sweetest things I've ever heard, even if it's a line. And I really don't believe that - he didn't have to say it. "Oh baby, that's so nice," I whisper as I press my face into his chest, so he won't see the tear. And he's petting me, I swear he's petting me like the most precious thing he's ever touched.




Becky's Seduction



And I think maybe he will, but he doesn't say it. He still doesn't say it. And I already know, and I'll wait forever if I have to, but it's getting harder. 

I realize it's already so late we should be thinking about lunch, and I know I'm not hungry and I doubt he is either, but I ask, anyway. Nope he's not, but he gives me a look like I might be on the menu. Mmmmmmmmm.

It's been a while since I just "made out" with someone, but that's what we do for most of the afternoon. By now we both know we can have each other any time we want, any way we want, so there's no hurry. And we share delicious little kisses and touches along with a lot of teasing and small talk, always snuggled together. Of course, after a while the effects accumulate, and I feel my need for him rising again. And his hands tell me he feels the same. 

He starts playing with my nipples, just touching and teasing them a little. I think he's curious what they feel like and what effects his touches have on me. It feels wonderful, and I just want more and more, but when he starts to squeeze gently and pull and stroke, I squirm and sigh, and he smiles like he wants to giggle. To get even I reach down and use one finger to barely touch his cock, stroking up and down the shaft, circling round and round the head, and teasing the very tip. 

Of course he wasn't exactly soft to begin with, but I can actually feel him harden as I touch him, and he moans under his breath, his breathing becoming deeper. Naturally my nips are already rock hard, and I shudder when he touches me again and again. He actually asks me what I feel when he touches me, how hard I like it, and when and how. He's serious and really wants to know. It's a little uncomfortable, but I try to answer seriously too. After all, he's likely to be using what I tell him on me!

When he hardens under my fingers I can't resist wrapping my hand around him and squeezing. When he groans I up the ante and start softly stroking him. Of course my nipples are on fire, with a fuse right down to my core, and there's no doubt what we both want now, the only question is how we get there. I feel his fingers on my pussy, and we lie side by side, stroking each other for a while, little kisses becoming longer, deeper ones. 

I begin to shudder as his fingers go up and down my lips, teasing me, my breath coming in long gasps, and my hips responding just a little. When we kiss again he puts his arms around me and pulls me to him, his tongue deep in my mouth, lips grinding on mine. I can feel the wetness already leaking out of me and I am sooooooo ready. But he doesn't make a move, and I figure I'll give him a little incentive, so I push up and am about to turn to suck on him just a little. But he smiles at me and says, " Uh uhh, baby, I want you to come up here!" and he pats his chest. Mmmmmm, damn! I AM on the menu! Don't have to tell me twice, big guy!

I quickly straddle his chest, on my knees facing him, my pussy inches from his face. When I spread my legs like this a few drops of my juices just drip onto his chest! Think I'm ready? I smile down at him and giggle as his finger scoops up my creaminess and he licks it clean with a smile "Mmmmmm good, got any more?" I grab his head and playfully muss his hair, not that it matters after what we've been doing. I scoot up a bit until I'm only an inch from his face, and suddenly his tongue darts out and licks me! AHHHhhhhhhhh damn! I jump, not expecting that to feel so fucking good!

He puts both hands on my ass cheeks and pulls me to him as I grab the head board. He's not teasing me now! Ohhhh FUCK! He buries his face in me and rams his tongue right into my cunt. Through my cries and gasps and moans I can hear him licking and slurping as he drinks the juices that I know have to be pouring out of me! His tongue goes in and out, fucking me, then slides in deep, just swirling around, and his fingers are digging into my ass as he mashes his face into me, making sure every millimeter of tongue is in my hole. Oh my God, I never felt anything like this before, and if he keeps it up I'm gonna cum on his face! 

My hips are rocking, feeding him, and he's kneading my ass in time with them. I shudder and buck against him, and when he suddenly slides his tongue up my slit and hits my clit it's all over. As he grinds against my swollen button I screech, and my hands go from the headboard to his head, pulling him against me. I'm pumping my pussy into his face, and I know he can't breath, but he doesn't let up as my creamy cum pours over his face. I force myself to let go, and he starts lapping up every drop he can reach, my pussy tingling with every touch of that wonderful tongue. I am definitely not the only one who gives good head!

When he lets go I pull back a bit, and giggle, when I see drops of my cum hanging off his chin. I reach a finger down and scoop them up, but he grabs it and pops it into his mouth. When it comes out again it's clean, and he's swallowing with a big grin, letting me know he likes my cum too. More where that came from Rob, all you want!

Now I return to my original mission from when he sidetracked me. Moving to his side I Quickly bend over and pop his cock into my mouth, poor dear's been hard all this time. I quickly get him nice and wet and bob up and down on him. I'm just making sure he's really hard, because right now I have other plans for this lovely big dick! So does he, because after a minute, I feel his hands in my hair, pulling me off of him. When I look, he smiles and pats the pillow next to his head. Obediently, I move back up next him and he gives me a hard deep kiss, and I can taste my cum, still in his mouth. 

But then he pushes me down on my back, and when he moves down the bed I quickly spread my legs. "My God, we think so much alike!" I giggle to myself. No fooling now, he's so hot I can see steam, and he presses that big knob against me hard. When I spread my legs just a little more it pops right in, my sopping wet cunt sooooo ready for him! No time being wasted, and he presses hard. We smile at each other and I lift my hips a little, giving him just the right angle. Damn, I'm dying here, and I can't wait to be impaled on that monster that's filling me up! And I get my wish, with one long smooth stroke. I lie with my head back but my eyes wide open, gasping at the amazing feeling of being full of him! I'm still unbelievably tight, but he grabs my hips and slowly pulls back, then slides right in again. Ohhhhhhh Fuck! That feels so good!!

He starts fucking me slowly, with long strokes, but as I loosen up he moves faster, and soon he's found a wonderful rhythm, not working hard, his body just making a soft popping sound when it slaps against mine. I move my hips just a little, and find the perfect position. He's hitting me just where I want at just the right speed. In no time, I'm feeling something, but it seems way too soon. But I start lifting my hips, meeting him, and suddenly I scream as an orgasm hits me from nowhere, and I arch on the bed, crying and moaning. 

But this isn't "the big one" and in just a few seconds, I can feel him, still stroking slowly, and I see him watching me with a big smile. Oh damn! That was wonderful! I know I want that again, and I whisper to him, "Do it again baby, just like before." He understands, and quickly finds the exact same rhythm as I squirm under him, getting into the same position again. Sure enough, in moments I feel it again, even faster this time, and knowing what's coming I start pumping my hips, meeting every one of his strokes. It comes a little more gradually this time, and I feel his hands tighten on my hips, but he keeps up that same magic pace, and little cries become bigger ones as I run up the hill and fall off the cliff again! 

This feels even better and lasts a little longer, and at the end I'm gasping and panting, and now I can't lie still. "Again baby," I giggle, and he gives me a big smile, thrilled he's making me feel so good. And I'm sure, thrilled, knowing he's found a way to drive me crazy too. He's right back at it again, same pace, a little harder now, bodies slapping and my hips pumping harder. God I love this! Now I know what "multiples" are!

It takes a little more time, but I can feel it building again. Damn, this is gonna be good! I start pumping my hips hard, almost lifting off the bed, but he just fucks me a little harder, keeping up that maddeningly irresistible rhythm and he's got me squirming and moaning, pulling at my nipples. This time we go on a little longer and suddenly he picks up the pace just a little bit, ramming his cock into me. OHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!! This time I go off like a roman candle, as another orgasm slams through me without warning, and I grab the sheet, bucking and twisting under him. I think, "This must be it," and it takes me a long time to get through it, panting and gasping, staring at him.

My body is covered with sweat, and I feel like I've been to the gym, but there he is, slowly stroking in and out, full length, and not a sign of moisture on him. And as soon as I relax and lie back under him again he picks up the pace once more. But this time, he leans forward over me, putting his hands by my sides, and really starts ramming into me. He goes right by the "magic rhythm" and starts pounding me, faster and harder, accelerating as he starts panting and gasping for breath. Oooooooooooh God, this feels the best yet, and I answer him, bucking my hips hard, ramming myself against him, our bodies slapping so loud the sound fills the apartment. I can see the strain on his face, and he's shaking, his face beet red and a sheen of moisture suddenly appearing. I begin to shudder and I know it's not far away. 

"Come on, Robbie," I plead, "give it to me, cum with me!" he suddenly redoubles his efforts and I give up trying to stay with him, surrendering my body to the superior force. He's pounding me into the bed, his strokes slower but harder, driving himself into my core. He begins to growl, and I know. I start rocking my hips and pulling my nips again, squeezing them hard, and when he drives into me and grinds the room suddenly goes black as I clench my eyes shut, and my body explodes at the same time he does, deep inside of me. I hear yelling and screaming and I know most of it's me but some of it's him, and we are bucking and heaving on the bed, sweat dripping from his face onto my soaking wet body. My thighs and ass are suddenly even wetter, and I know it's our combined juices flowing out of me around his cock. 

He rolls slowly to my side, and I roll with him, not ready to give up his cock quite yet. I put one leg over the top of his and spread wide, pressing against him, keeping him trapped. Even soft, he's big, and damn, it feels so good! We give each other soft little kisses, but we are both so spent, we can hardly move. I am about to drift off to sleep, his arms loosely around me, when he murmurs, "Oh sweetheart, damn, this is better than my dreams!" My eyes pop open at that, and I kiss him again. It's another five minutes before I succumb. 

When I wake again it's the middle of the night, way too late to think about supper. But dammit, I'm starving! I gently extricate myself, pleased that his breathing doesn't change, and tiptoe into the kitchen. All of a sudden I just love being naked, I may never wear clothes again! I take the easiest route, knowing that it will at least fill me up, and grab the peanut butter. I sit down to eat my sandwich, but I scraped the chair a little when I pulled it out, and in a couple of minutes, I hear soft footsteps behind me. Mmmmmmm, his lips are on the back of my neck, and I press back against them, but when his hands run down my shoulders and go straight to my breasts, I arch in the other direction. I turn my head and give him a peanut buttery kiss, and he giggles and says, "Can I have some too?"

I make him one, and we sit there, naked, grinning at each other, munching our peanut butter sandwiches. When I'm done I go into the bathroom and clean myself up a little, my lower body caked with our leftovers, and I realize, I have been draining all night. A little mouthwash will have to do for right now, as I get rid of the peanut butter, and when I come out he's waiting his turn. I head back to the bed, moving to the far side from the big wet spot, and in a minute he joins me, still damp, and smelling fresh like me. We wrap ourselves in each other again, and share a few wonderful kisses, but we don't make love, we don't need to right now, and in a few minutes we are sound asleep again. 

I wake again when I feel him stretching against me, and it's light out. I panic again and slap the clock. 6:30 AM, Sunday, 2/13/11. Whew, everything's ok. Oh my God, no it's not! It's wonderful!! This is the best I've ever felt in my life! He's soft and warm and I'm so in ... this is just where I want to be!

His arms have tightened around me, and my face is about two inches from his. I smile and open my eyes again and lick his nose. He gasps then slides one hand over my ass, pulling me hard against him, and crushes my lips with his. I get it, he's already half way hard, and there's no doubt what he has in mind. I grind against him, wondering if it's possible there is any better way to wake up, and when he feels my pussy slide over his cock he's like iron in an instant. 

We rock together, and my pussy is wet in seconds, my hips rolling. His hand slides down and strokes my pussy, but when he feels how wet I am he grasps his cock and just presses it against me. Mmmmmm, I can't believe how good it feels when he slides right into me; I was asleep just a couple of minutes ago! He takes his time, easing it in, letting me open for him. Our arms are wrapped around each other, and when he's buried in me we just lie there, kissing. My cunt is gently clenching rhythmically around him, and, oh damn, how can anything feel this good? He shudders and I know he feels it too. 

My body just won't let me be still, and I put my arms around his neck, holding him to me with his tongue deep in my mouth, but my hips grind slowly against him. He pushes back and ummmmmm, that feels soooooooo good! I slide my leg over his, opening me a little more, and instantly he slips in a little deeper. I moan and automatically my hips start rolling, needing to feel him move in me now. "Fuck, you feel so good!" he gasps, and I get my wish as he starts to fuck me, long strokes, gentle at first, but quickly becoming faster and harder. Suddenly, he starts really ramming into me, and I'm bouncing as he slams against me. It's unexpected, but it's exciting, and I love that he is so aroused, wants me so bad. 

I'm holding on to him, and his fingers are digging into my hips, his breathing deep and ragged, and I wonder if he's about to cum. But he slows down, stroking deep and slow for a few moments. Then he slides out of me completely and whispers, "Baby, roll over." I do, onto my other side, facing away from him, and he snuggles in behind me. But he pushes my legs out in front of me with his thighs, and puts a hand between my legs. He pulls my leg back over his, and suddenly I'm spread wide open! He rocks slowly, his cock running over my pussy, making me gasp, and he slides an arm around me, grasping a breast, and he starts to knead and pull. 

Oh God, this feels good. I look back and smile at him, wondering what's coming next and he suddenly bends forward and kisses me, mmmmmm. Then he whispers, "Sweetheart, put me in." I feel an instant shiver! When he calls me that I'll do anything! I reach down and grasp him, sliding that big head down to my entrance, and as soon as he feels it positioned his hips roll and he slides into me all the way in one quick stroke. I gasp and arch back against him, but I'm so open and wet already that it feels wonderful! I suddenly realize that in this position I can look down and see him sliding in and out of me, and I watch transfixed as his big long dick disappears in me. God, I wonder where it's all going!

Wetting my fingertips, I slide my hand over my tummy, down to my pussy. I gently touch my clit, but I still jump and gasp, it's so hard and swollen, and my body is starting to shudder he's fucking me so hard! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh GOD! I know I can cum if I just rub a little, but I don't want this to end, it feels so fucking good! I press down hard, deadening the sensation just a little, and try to clamp around his cock. He moans when he feels the sudden tightness, and keeps going, but he slows down a little and it feels wonderful. 

I can't resist, the erotic sight of his cock burying itself in me is just too much, and I start rubbing gentle circles over my clit. I gasp and moan, putting my head back against his shoulder, eyes shut tight. He kisses me on my cheek and grasps a breast with one hand, kneading me and teasing the nipple. DAMN!! Without warning an orgasm just rips through me and I make one long strangling, high-pitched cry and just lie against him, whimpering. He hasn't even changed his pace, still fucking me with long deep strokes, but he's gasping, and he whispers in my ear, "Fuck baby, I love it when you cum on my cock!" 

I finally get it together enough to turn my head for another kiss, but I'm focused now, knowing just what I want. Gently I turn to him, slowly pulling away from his cock as I do, and kiss him hard, ramming my tongue into his mouth. But I grasp him with one hand, stroking his cock, slippery-wet with my juices, so he knows I'm not done. I pull back from his arms and get on my knees, putting my head down. Mmmmmmm, good boy! He knows what I want and he's behind me before I even settle down. I moan into the sheet as he rams his cock back into me, "Hard Robbie, do it hard! Show me how much you like to fuck me!"

He grabs handfuls of my hips and does just that! I hear him growl as he slams into me faster and harder and I know he's not planning on making this last long now. But oh damn, he's making it so fucking good! He's reaming me with that wonderful rod, and I swear it's swollen even more now! The slapping of his thighs against my ass is so loud I can hear it echo from the living room! My body shakes with every impact, but I still manage to rock back and meet him. "That's it baby, pound me! Oh God, make me cum!!"

This time it's a snarl, as he starts pounding me so hard I can't keep up, then suddenly, rams himself deep and grinds, and I hear him moan like he's in pain. Again, he buries himself in me, and again! OH FUCK! I shriek as he slams me so hard I slide a foot up the bed, impaled on an iron bar of a cock, and when he bucks against my ass the first spurt is so hard I jump, just before I take off, into orbit. I can't stop screaming as an immense orgasm sweeps through me, again and again, in time with the hard bucking thrusts against my ass. He's gripping the handfuls of my flesh so hard it hurts, but I don't care, it just seems to add to the sensation of the moment. And I'll wear the bruises proudly.

Finally I feel him relax, his hands loosening, and I can feel him shuddering, shaking, leaning against me for support. Not that I'm much help. I slowly slide forward till I'm flat on the bed, my head now buried under a pillow. I realize that I'm soaking wet and his cum is running out of me, mixed with mine. Today the sheets get changed, no matter what!

Suddenly, he comes from somewhere, throwing the pillow on the floor, and his arms clamp tight around me, lift me almost off the bed and crush me against his chest, all in one quick motion. He falls on his back and pulls me down on top of him, and I realize he's soaked in sweat, still panting and gasping. His mouth captures mine, his tongue ramming deep, and his arms are still so tight I can hardly breathe, and he's just grinding his whole body against me, squirming on the sheet. Oh God! I've never felt anything like this, and it almost scares me, the feeling is so intense! Gradually he relaxes, and we enjoy a long, deep, delicious kiss that neither of us wants to end.