0 comments/ 10058 views/ 2 favorites Breakfast By: ChazStorm Turning on her side to look at him as he sleeps, her lips turn up in a sensual, knowing smile as she traces a finger along his jaw line barely touching his skin. The feather touch moving to his neck as she leans in to place a soft kiss on his cheek..moving her lips in the same path as her finger. Nuzzling his neck softly as her hand glides across the muscles of his chest raking tauntingly along the warm skin. A smile playing on her lips as he stirs, a quiet moan leaving his lips. Glancing up from kissing his neck to see him looking at her through half open eyes she moves slightly...her hair brushing across his skin. Tracing his collar bone with her moist lips, she shifts. moving to press her breasts to his chest...licking along his chin to his lips. "Did you sleep well? " as he parts his lips to answer she kisses him hungrily. His hands move to grasp her hair as he pulls her deeper into the kiss their tongues swirling together in a frenzied dance. Her hands stroke down over his shoulders to his chest .as if a blind woman using Braille. Moaning softly as the kiss continues her leg sliding across his legs to lay against him. Lifting back slowly from the kiss her tongue outlining his lips and moving slowly down his chin to his neck..nuzzling softly as she lets her hand move freely along his chest and side. One of his hands moves down from her hair and slides down the slope of her shoulder. Gliding it further down along the spine to the small of her back. "I slept quite well thank you...." letting his hand drift lower to caress her silky skin as he lifts his chin letting her lips roam along his neck. A low growl erupts from his throat as she moves her hand lower dancing the nail tips along his thigh and softly walks them across his cock shaft. A soft chuckle brushes a warm breath across his neck as she nips softly at the skin before kissing to his collar bone and moves down his chest her..lips trailing a wet trail to first one nipple flicking her tongue back and forth ..nipping with her teeth. His guttural moan making her chuckle again as he shifts under her his hand hard against her spine as the other clutches her hair..holding her to his chest. "Trying to drive me crazy...or just enjoying yourself?" Her head comes up from its place against his chest.. her tongue flicks across her lips in a tantalizing fashion. His gaze filled with passion as she smiles slowly at him...running her fingers against his skin..making him gasp and hiss with pleasure. Sliding lower kissing his hard stomach muscles with warm lips as she moves down to his waist. "Shall I stop.." Her eyes shine as her fingers continue to stroke and tease ..feeling his manhood grow and throb as he grinds out through clenched teeth. "I'm not complaining ... no don't stop..." Her smile grows as she continues to kiss along his waist and run teasing fingers along his thigh ... higher. His hand clenches tightly in her hair holding her to his skin. Nipping and licking the sensitive skin around his naval ..she slips below the covers. A soft chuckle can be heard as his growl echoes through the darkness of the room her mouth and hands playing his cock head like a finely tuned violin. His moans and growls filling the air like sweet music as she continues to nibble, stroke. suck and caress him to a raging desire. Suddenly she is pulled up as his mouth crushes hers pulling her down and rolling over. Pinning her to the mattress his kiss wild and frenzied from his passion as he settles against her. Her hips arching to meet him as he hungrily dances his tongue with hers/his hand on her hips lifting her higher. A gasp leaving her lips as with one sudden thrust he impales her ..and stays perfectly still above her looking into her eyes. Slowly with a deliberate pace he moves...her legs wrapping slowly around him as he lowers his head nipping at her bottom lip...kissing her with quick kisses but never lingering long enough for her to retaliate or reciprocate. Her hands moving up and down his back cupping his ass and kneading it softly as his slow thrusts drive her to moan and whimper. "Now who is...teasing...who is ..being mean?" Her hips arching to meet him with each move. Without warning he shifts lifting her feet over his shoulders....kneeling up as he pulls her tighter to him. A wicked gleam in his eyes as his thrusts become faster and harder. Growling as her moans and whimpers fill his ears as the feel of her body moving with his fills his mind. Moving fast as his breath comes in gasps ..he feels her begin to shudder her hands wrapping around his arms .. Her eyes glazed with passion as she cries out loud...shuddering from the explosion...her senses reeling as his mouth crushes down on hers his tongue plunging deep in her mouth as he growls exploding into her depths. The thrusts slow as their breath mingles and the sweat drips from his chest to hers. Slowly he lays against her...breaking the kiss and nuzzling her neck softly as she slides her hands along his back. "Umm..breakfast in bed " Breakfast I've been anticipating this day for weeks. You've been so busy with work and college lately that we haven't been able to spend much time together. It was the first Saturday in two months that we were able to sleep in. I felt the sun hitting my face through the cracks in the mini blinds it was shining in my eyes as though to hint to me to start our day. I look at the clock, seven minutes after ten I look back at you, so peaceful, and wonder how to wake you up this morning. I thought that breakfast in bed would be nice, so I carefully crawl out of bed so as not to wake you up. I make my way down the hallway to the kitchen. Looking in the fridge, the choice of breakfast is plentiful it's all a matter of what I want to give you. Shifting things around on the shelves I spot what I want, reaching back I grab the grapes and the container of strawberry's nothing like a healthy breakfast. As the door begins to close something catches my eye, the can of whip cream... I start thinking back to when we first met we were both so willing to try new things, different places. Remembering the night we stayed up all night feeding each other grapes, talking, making love. I couldn't help but grab the can before the door closed completely. Walking back towards the bedroom a million ways of how to wake you up run through my mind, I could just shake you, or gently kiss your lips and whisper good morning in your ear, but that's how I always wake you up, I wanted something different, something more sensual. Standing in the doorway to our room, looking at your naked body as you lay there sleeping, I knew how I wanted to wake you up. I quietly walk over to the bottom of the bed, and begin to crawl up it you stir a little so I stop for a moment. I slide my hands up your legs, slowly, reaching your thighs, I begin to gently massage them. You wake up, and ask me "What are you doing?" I just look at you, and move my hands up to begin slowly massaging your balls. Our eyes meet, and you know exactly what is on my mind, and I see the look of pleasure in your eyes. I take my right hand, and begin stroking your cock, I love the way your cock feels in my hand so hard, throbbing more and more with each stroke of my hand. Your balls are hard it's been so long since we've been intimate I know you're ready to explode. I rise up and kiss your lips gently and whisper good morning in your ear, before lower my mouth down around your cock. At first only the head of your mouth enters my mouth, and I slowly suck on it, as I massage the tip with my tongue, my hand still massaging your balls, I begin taking more of your hard cock inside my mouth, allowing it to start filling my mouth, with every inch. My tongue massaging your cock as I suck harder faster taking it in deeper and deeper I can feel your balls tightening up, and I so long to taste you, to feel you explode in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad, I begin to suck harder, as I do, I can feel myself getting wetter. My bodies begging for you to come in my mouth, you raise up and whisper in my ear to turn around, you want to taste me too. Without hesitation I turn my body so that you can eat me. The harder your tongue probes in and out of me the harder and faster I suck. I can feel your tongue sliding in and out, deeper and harder, "Oh God" I think to myself. I let your cock fall out of my mouth and begin to suck on your balls, stroking your cock with my hand not wanting it to feel neglected. I can feel your thumb on my clit, massaging in small circular motions. I let out a moan oooohhhhhhh yes baby. Your other hand is squeezing my ass, softly at first then harder. I stop sucking your balls and plead with you, "Smack my ass baby, smack it oh please baby smack" I feel your hand come up off my ass, but feel nothing, I plead again, "Smack my ass baby, oh please baby smack it, I'll do anything" "Anything?" you say to me. "Yes baby anything" You could tell from my pleads I would do anything, that I wanted it, hard, and needed it rough. "Deep throat me NOW" you say. I take my mouth, and take you in inch by inch, until your hard cock is completely inside my mouth. Whack, your hand hits my ass, "Faster" you say. I begin sucking harder, faster, my tongue massaging your cock, hand massaging your balls. I can feel my muscles begin to tighten up I want to cum on your mouth so bad, I fight it back, I want to cum with you. I feel your balls tightening up even more, I begin to thrust my mouth down on your cock, harder, faster, your hard cock hitting the back of my throat, sliding down it, I can tell from the movement of your tongue your close. I start grinding my shaved pussy on your face, my muscles tightening I can't fight my orgasm back anymore. My body starts to shake, just as my warm sweet cum explodes in your mouth, I feel you explode in mine. You pause for a moment "Swallow it all" then begin licking up my juices. With your cock still in the back of my throat, I begin swallowing, every sweet warm drop you have to offer me, all the while massaging your balls. I swallow every drop, just as I was instructed too, mmmm you taste so good. I lift my body up off of you, and crawl up beside you placing my head on your chest. I look over at the night stand and see the fruit and whip cream, I giggle quietly to myself, before looking up at you, smiling, I ask, "Are you hungry?" Breakfast I lay curled up behind you, with my arm wrapped tightly around your waist. The sun rises and shines slowly, getting brighter through the window, illuminating the bed, and warming us both. My head buried against your neck. I take a deep breath in and savor the smell. The smells of your skin, your soap, your hair, your animal scent... I lightly kiss your shoulder and back, my fingertips slowly moving in small circles over your stomach and down to your hip. You squirm slightly as a soft moan escapes your lips. I run my nails gently over your hip and down your thigh, kissing the back of your neck, your jaw, and finally nibbling delicately on your ear. My nails brush up gently over your balls and I feel your swollen cock stiffen further, as my finger tips slowly, gently, slide all the way up to the head. Another moan... I gently move and roll you over on to your back, there is a soft smile on your lips, and your eyes flutter slightly in your sensual awakening. I continue my kisses down your neck, across your shoulder and to your nipple. I stop to lick and nibble at one of your nipples, feeling your body react to my touch in your half awakened state. My tongue swirls down your stomach, and flicks across the tip of your cock. I feel you jerk to my touch, and you moan again. I looked up to see your smile widening and your eyes barely open, and then slowly close back, awaiting more of the dream. I wrap my fingers around the base of your cock and swirl my tongue around the head, from the tip, to down below the ridge and then circling back up again. I can feel your fingers on the back of my head, stroking my hair. I rise up, and reach over to get something off the table, as I stretch across you, my breasts softly graze across your chest, exciting my nipples, your finger tips running down my back, caressing it. I move back down between your legs, as you continue to run your fingers through my hair. I wrap my lips around the head of your cock, and as my tongue swirls around it again, you feel something hard in my mouth. You can't quite make it out, and then you begin to experience a warm yet cooling sensation. I remove your cock from my mouth and blow softly. You jump at the sensation, and began to realize I have a mint in my mouth. My lips wrap back around you as I move down the shaft, pushing the mint in circles around your cock with my tongue. Your hips start to move and another moan escapes your lips as I rub the mint all over, then taking you out of my mouth and blowing softly, each time feeling your body jerk. I wrap my lips back around you, sliding my lips from the head to the base sucking gently and still swirling the melting mint. Both of your hands grab the back of her head, and your fingers intertwine with my hair. As your hips start to buck up I feel the head of your cock beat against the back of my throat several times, and then past that until I have your entire length in my mouth. My fingertips massaging your balls softly, you can feel the moans escaping from the back of my throat, and can hear my breath quickening. You feel my jaw tighten and my body start to tremble and you realize that I have just cum, making you that much more excited. Your hips move in rhythm as my lips slide up and down the full length of your cock, faster and harder. your body suddenly stiffenes, your head going back, you cry out, your hips thrusting forward, up off of the bed, the head of your cock buried deep in my throat as you explode, and I swallow every drop. After a few moments your body relaxes and I very gently continue to slide my lips up and down, your body jerking and your breathing slowing. I kiss my way back up your stomach, to your chest and back up to your neck, lying on top of you. My face nuzzled against your neck, I whisper in your ear, "Good morning love." You smile and wrap your arms around me in a warm loving embrace. "Would you like some breakfast, I've already had mine?" I whisper. We laugh, our embrace tightens, and the day begins. You climb slowly from the bed and walk out to the kitchen, "Wait here my love." I watch your ass as you walk out of the room, dreaming of wanting you even more. Already the day is getting warm, sunlight is streaming in through the windows, birds are singing, a soft breeze moving the curtains. You slide back into bed, a tray with a light breakfast in your hands. Leaning over, you softly kiss me, smiling as my eyes meet yours. You laugh as I grab for you, trying to keep from spilling the tray, admonishing me to behave. Giving up for now, I sit up, stretching, yawning almost as eager for the hot coffee as I am for you. While I enjoy the first sips, you butter the toast and drizzled it with sweet honey. You reach out to me with the toast in your hand and feed it to me bite by bite. Unable to resist, you move in to quickly kiss the sweetened crumbs from my lips. Then, sitting back, you watch as I finish the last bites and we make plans for the day, discussing the list of things we really needed or wanted to do, and tentatively making plans for the evening if time would permit. Running your fingertip through a drop of honey on the plate, you taste it absentmindedly and began to smile. As you take hold of the dipper in the honey crock and swirl it around, you pull it out and lean over to drizzle honey on my breasts. I laugh in pleased surprise as you remove the breakfast tray from the bed, keeping only the crock of honey. You straddle me, leaning down to lick the honey from my breast, loving the mix of sweet stickiness and the taste of my skin on your tongue. You can feel my tummy soft and smooth beneath you. "I have plans to slowly eat you up, having you for my breakfast." you say as you stick your middle finger in the honey, gathering a bit to spread on my nipples, rubbing it on in exciting little circles. As I start to shiver, you softly suck the honey off, using the tip of your tongue to tease me as you get the last sticky bit. I can sense that you are really enjoying this, stroking your rehardened cock against my soft skin occasionally, bringing your fingers to my lips for me to taste, and smiling softly as I lick the honey from them. Leaning down, you kiss me, hands in my hair, kissing me deeply, your body swaying over mine. Grinning, you slide off of me, taking the sheet with you, exposing my body. You reach forward with your finger and quickly slide it through the lips of my throbbing wet pussy, then gently rub my clit between your fingers. You part my lips with your fingers holding them there while you generously smear honey all over my clit, your hand warming it, causing a little to run down the cleft of my ass. You linger for a while having fun playing with me, all sticky, listening to my soft moans, you start to lick, pulling on my soft pussy with your lips, sucking the honey from them. You slowly suck my clit into your mouth, all sticky and gooey, getting honey all over your beard and lips, fingering me softly. Parting my pussy again with your other hand, you bring me to your lips, opening me wide, and slowly sliding your tongue deep inside me. Rolling my clit between your fingers, the honey mixing with my juice tasted fantastic as it slid over your tongue and down your throat. You trail one sticky finger along the path of honey dripping to my ass, tenderly massaging that sweet spot. I groan, raising my hips to expose myself to you even more as you abandon my swollen clit to follow your finger with your tongue. You lick me from pussy to ass with long firm strokes, making me shake with pleasure. Spreading my cheeks wider, you drizzle some more warm honey on me, making a little puddle. You slowly rub it into me, making a circle with your fingertip, slipping just the tip into my warm sticky tight ass. You slowly move your finger around inside of me, coating me with honey, and bring your tongue to join it, licking around your finger, the rim of my ass clenched tightly around it. You gently slide out your finger, using the tip of your tongue to replace it, tonguing me, feeling me squirm, knowing that you are driving me crazy with passion and lust. You can see how wet I am, my juices dripping out on to my thighs mixing with the honey, you can sense that I am ready to explode, but you aren't finished with me just yet. "I want you to taste my cock coated in honey." you say. You motion me to sit at the edge of the bed, and how could I resist, knowing how well I can suck you from that position. Once I am sitting in front of you, you reach again for the honey crock and slide your cock in to it, fucking the dense sticky stuff, burying yourself in it, then pulling it back, watching the honey adhere to the length of your shaft. The look on my face is priceless, somewhat amused, somewhat shocked. You pull off the crock finally, using your hand to milk off some of the excess, and slide your cock in to my mouth. I begin to move my mouth up and down the length, my face now a sticky mess. All I can think of now is how it would be to have your hot cum mixed with the honey in my mouth. I start sucking you faster, teasing you with my tongue, nibbling a little; my sticky hands grasping your ass, pulling you deeper into my throat, intent on drinking you dry. Suddenly you push me back on the bed, grabbing the honey you pour a stream of it on my nipples. "I told you this was MY breakfast." you say teasingly, dripping it down my stomach, and pouring it over my wet pussy. Without hesitation you push your cock deep inside my pussy, honey squeezing out around it. Fucking me slow and deep, sticking to me each time you pull back. My legs spread in the air, pushing against you, I whimper and moan as you grab my breasts, pushing them together, squeezing them, and sucking on my nipples. You grab my hips and pull me to you, faster, harder, both of us frantic now. Growling, you grab a nipple between your teeth, biting, pulling, and sending me over the edge, my pussy gripping tight around your cock as I begin to shake. Pulling my legs over your shoulders, you make your last hard thrusts, breath rasping, moaning, and fill me. You slide out of me slowly as I continue to milk you with my muscles, drawing your cum inside of me mixing it with the sweat sticky honey. I lay back, my eyes closed, my mind reeling, when I suddenly feel your tongue again, parting my throbbing soaked pussy as you began to lick out the honey mixture, "I told you this was MY breakfast sweetie, but I'll share." you say laughing as you move your mouth to mine. Kissing me passionately, I taste the wonderful results of our sweet and sticky sex. Collapsing, sweaty, exhausted, we lay entwined in each other, all previous plans forgotten; the only plan now.... was maybe a shower. As we lay there wrapped together in honey, sweat, and cum. Breathless, my legs slide down over your shoulders and wrap tightly around your waist, not wanting to let you go, my arms wrapped around your neck, my fingers interlaced in your hair, still sticky with the honey. Staring into your eyes, lost in the feel of your body tight against mine, I start to giggle, and kiss the end of your nose, getting honey on it that was still on my lips, which brings a giggle from you as well, and we both start to laugh hysterically. "We have a mess don't we?" "But it's fixable." More laughter. We both try to stand and find our legs are not very cooperative, but we finally make our way to the shower, both of us still sticky and giggling. Breakfast It was around five in the morning when I stumbled sleepily into the kitchen. As usual, my two cats, Boris and Natasha, had poked and prodded and gotten me up way too early just so I would feed them that foul smelling gruel they called cat food. I warned Annie last night that this would probably happen. As this was Annie's first time visiting in ages and she was one of my oldest and dearest friends I had offered to let her have the bed while I slept downstairs on the couch but she wouldn't hear of it. Thus, after completing my destined task, I found myself poking around in the fridge looking for early morning munchies when all of a sudden Annie wandered into the kitchen wearing a floor-length terrycloth robe and yawning. "Aw, Jeez. I'm sorry," I apologized. "I tried to be quiet. It's just that I can never get back to sleep once I feed the cats." Her eyes only half open, she proffered what sounded like a perfectly logical solution. "Try feeding them just before you go to bed. Then maybe they won't be hungry at this time of morn....Uhhhhhh!...morning." Her yawn was contagious. "Actually, I have tried that," I yawned back, " but it doesn't have any effect at all. They still show up like clockwork. I haven't actually needed my alarm clock in months, y'know?" She plopped her head down sleepily on my shoulder and looked up at me. "Hiya, handsome," she smiled. "Long time no see." "Yeah." "You know," she continued, "maybe the whole cat thing just has to do with pussies being hungry this time of morning. Mine usually is, too." "I didn't know you had a cat back home," I said sincerely, too tired to catch the innuendo. "I don't," she said with a wink. I laughed. It wasn't an unusual reference for her to make. We both enjoyed a good dirty, flirty remark. Annie and I had been intimate off and on over the years but mostly off recently as she had been living out of town. Still, I was more than a bit surprised when she untied the belt from her robe, letting it fall open to reveal a tiny, scarlet, silk-like teddy. She leaned up to kiss me. I pushed the robe off her shoulders and she let it fall to the floor as I grasped her tight muscular butt cheeks and drew her to me. There was no questioning. I knew instinctively what she wanted. I nibbled her long neck and she moaned into my ear. I worked my fingers up inside the teddy and her white cotton panties to find her squishy pussy. Then I had my fun rubbing, pressing, poking and fondling it before feeling my way to her rubbery clit and bouncing it back and forth between my thumb and forefinger. Her mouth fell open. Hating to waste it, I slipped my tongue inside her sweet lips and she clamped down hard on it, sucking it as deeply as it could go into her mouth. When I finally could free myself, I went back to the neck, sucking and biting and nuzzling that perfect little valley between her head and shoulders. All the while, her fingers rubbed my back hard. My own fingers played with her lower lips and clit, making her much juicier down there. I began sort of vibrating my finger on her now very prominent clit and she urged me on with breathless moaning. Soon enough, she bit my ear and cried shrill little cries. She tried to push me away but I didn't stop. In fact, I wet the middle finger of my other hand between her legs and slipped it deep up into her ass and wiggled it. Her eyes opened wide and she grinned at me like I had just done something very, very naughty. In less than another minute, she grunted a loud guttural sound, her legs wobbled and she would most likely have fallen to the floor but for my fingers between her legs holding her up. "Stop! Oh, my God, stop, please! I have GOT to sit down." Her breathing was quite fast and her face was a deep red as she plopped into a kitchen chair. "Oh, shit! I have never had two so close before. What the FUCK did you do to me, you bastard?" "Oh, now is that fair?" I grinned, clearly proud of my efforts. "I mean, you certainly seemed to be enjoying it at the time." With that I made a show of sniffing my fingers and then licking her sharp, tangy juices off of them. "Stop that!" she laughed. "That's just disgusting. You don't know where those have been." "Just making sure all the pussies got fed this morning, my dear. Now it's my turn. Guess what I want to eat." "Oh, no! Not after that. I need to rest up!" "Oh, come on. You know I love it and it's been years! Let's see just how many orgasms you can take." "Hah! So that's it! You just want to feed your male ego!" "Oh, yeah, right! Honey, I just want to taste your fucking delicious pussy, okay?" "Wellll...I guess when you put it so romantically like that I can't deny you. Just call me a slut, I guess." "You're a slut." "Kidding, you son of a bitch! Kidding!" she yelled as she picked up the robe and whapped me with it." Come on. If we're gonna do this let's move to the couch so I can get more comfortable." In the living room, she pulled down her sticky panties and took the sexy teddy off over her head. As it fell to the floor it revealed her taut, muscled body in all of its lusty glory. The dim glow from the streetlight outside reflected off her saturated pubic hair and her enticing scent began to permeate the room. She lay back on the large couch naked and spread out for me with her knees lifted up. Keeping eye contact the whole time, I rubbed teasingly up and down her sleek legs, thighs and stomach before settling in to eat my favorite food. I was never a breast man. Even as a teenager I wanted to eat pussy more than just about anything and was intrigued and tantalized by all of the magazine articles about how men hated doing it and how it smelled terrible. I became obsessed with discovering that smell. As I did so, I quickly learned to adore that molten aroma of aroused woman. Now here I was with my sometime lover and that incredible, delightful smell of her morning desire being created just for me. On my knees between Annie's thighs I went all out. Some men just never seem to appreciate that eating pussy is an art form involving an arsenal of body parts, not just the tongue. For this particular excursion, I added multiple fingers, the palm of my hand, my lips, my nose and even my teeth. I started gently, kissing her thick lower lips in much the way you would kiss regular lips, complete with snaking my tongue out to lick off the tasty juices already there. I licked up and through her trimmed pubic bush, using my nose to nuzzle the pad above her pussy while breathing deeply of her essence. My fingers pulled her lips apart and I rubbed them softly between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. She clutched a pillow in her hands to moan and/or scream into as needed. I was determined to go for the screaming, myself. Having just gotten off twice in the kitchen, it didn't take long to build her back up and soon enough her legs began trembling as they squeezed me to her tasty box. It was a little one. She groaned just a tad. I could taste her flavors becoming more savory after she came but I kept at it, adding the occasional unsanitary side-licks at the marvelously tight, tiny butt-hole just below her pie. Every once in awhile, I just ran my hands lightly over her body like tickly little spiders crawling up and down. A second orgasm, a little more powerful than the first, arrived quickly. Annie's legs became a mass of quivering gooseflesh and this time she tried to close them up, locking me out. I could hear her crying into the pillow. Raising my head just a little but keeping an eye on the copious fluids now running out of her pretty slit and soaking into my couch I asked, "Is that it? Have you had enough already? If you want me to stop, I'll stop, you know." "No!" she insisted, punctuating her wish by bopping me a couple of times with the couch pillow. "Don't you dare stop!" "Well then, since you're a guest here, I guess its my duty to make your stay pleasant so..." Her legs now trembling and my beard wet with her sticky juices, I ventured on, piping my tongue as deeply into the folds of her lower flesh as I could get but this time never leaving her little bud for long. Indescribable was the taste—sweet, sour and thick like a pungent barbecue sauce manufactured just for me. Suddenly, she cried out a jittery, "Ooooohhhhhhh!!!!!" Her face contorted as she wrinkled her forehead and bit her lower lip. I could see tears falling down her cheek and her hair was getting sweaty. Third! She kicked at me to knock me away but I held on tightly as if trying to ride a bucking bronco. She pulled herself back further into the couch until she had nowhere to go, all the while trying vainly to push me away. Instead, I nibbled ever-so-lightly at her beady clit, itself now tasting of all her wonderful flavor variations. I wet my fingers inside her again and jammed them easily into her asshole, itself already juicy from everything running down. I thought briefly about how hard it would be to clean the huge wet spot off of the couch. Then I decided that maybe I should just leave it and sniff it occassionally. I sucked Annie's clit between my lips hard, feeling almost as if I could just pull it right off of her with my mouth. By that point, she was nearly catatonic, her eyes glazed, her face flushed and sweaty and her entire body just trembling in the far corner of the couch as she whimpered and moaned and sometimes growled through yet another climax. "Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod!!! Noooooo! Nooooo! Oh, baby.....Oooooooooooooooooo! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh, yes! Yeeeeeesssss!" Her outer lips were thickly swollen and clearly soaked as her pussy continued visibly pulsing even as I finally pulled away. I smiled at my handiwork as I stood back and wiped her off of my face. "Well, I kind of lost track, there. Counting the two in the kitchen was that...?" "Fuck you!" she coughed. "Okay, I guess it is my turn finally. I've been sitting here fully dressed the whole damn time with a massive hard-on just waiting to get out." "I said 'fuck you' and I meant 'fuck you'. I'm done, dumbass. I gotta sleep awhile. Oh, man! I never...Here. Hand me my panties." I reached down and picked up her long discarded underwear and she ran the panties through the swampy valley of her crotch until they were quite literally dripping with her juices. "I could get you a towel or something, y'know." Then she wadded them up and tossed them at me. "Here. Go jerk off with these and then wash 'em for me you horny bastard. Then fix ME some pancakes for breakfast" "Well, if I have to..." I rung them out just a bit, then held them to my nose and delighted once again in Annie in all her glories. I glanced over for her reaction but she was already deep in slumber. She told me later in the day that it was the best sleep she'd ever had. Maybe she'll come to visit more often now. Breakfast Emil sat in the booth sipping his coffee and watching the man and woman across the street as he waited for his order of scrambled eggs and bacon. It was Tuesday and he surprised his waiter, Mike, by ordering the scrambled eggs and bacon, normally he had a waffle on Tuesdays. He just happened to suddenly take a liking to scrambled eggs as he looked at the picture in the menu and decided to do something different that morning. It was only after he made the decision when he first noticed what was happening on the sidewalk across the street. Just before opening the menu he saw a strangely dressed woman walking nervously up the street. He really had no way of knowing if the woman was nervous or not, but the way she walked, well, she just seemed distracted or perhaps frightened with all that starting and stopping and looking around. It wasn't until after he decided upon scrambled eggs and bacon that he saw the man approach her and say something. The woman had stopped and then turned away as the man spoke to her. Emil thought perhaps she was going to run but the man grabbed her by the arm and spun her back around. A sight like that would not have been anything more than just a idle curiosity for any by passers except for what the woman was wearing. "Scrambled eggs and bacon, and to think I was about to turn your order without asking, I mean I can't remember the last time you had anything different than the waffle on Tuesday," Mike said, setting the plate on the table. Emil looked down at the plate and then reached for the Tabasco sauce, sprinkling the spicy liquid onto the eggs, hungrily watching the red spots slowly spread out over the fluffy yellow of the eggs. As he replaced the Tabasco to the table he listened closely to the faint hiss from the bacon. "Ah, still sizzling." "How long has that been going on?" Mike asked nodding towards the action across the street. "Just a few minutes. I didn't think it would go this far, but I don't know, she seemed to be asking for it." "How so?" "Well just look at the way she is dressed, I mean covered like that from head to toe. A man can't help but have his curiosity aroused. I mean all the other women wear short skirts or shorts, sleeveless shirts and usually go braless. It lets us satisfy our curiosity. This one didn't, she just went on flaunting it, hidden beneath all those clothes." "And the man?" "What can you say, he said something to her and she turned away," Emil said, cutting his bacon with his fork. "She just turned away?" "Yeah, then he grabbed her arm and well, when he turned her around, the long dress twirled in the air and I saw her ankle." "Did he see it?" "You know he had to, I mean otherwise why would he have pulled up her dress like that?" Emile asked, nodding at the two in the street. "I could even see her thigh from here and after she had it so well hidden even I found my curiosity aroused. Can you blame him for pulling off the panties?" "They weren't see-through?" "No, just plain white, you couldn't see a thing." "What was she thinking?" Mike asked. "I don't know, dressing like that in this day and age." "Not just dressing like that, I mean look at her pushing him away, you would think she didn't want it." "It's not stopping him though, just look at how his muscles flex. Look at his legs and his ass as he thrusts, what woman wouldn't like that? I mean especially after teasing him like that." "But she is still pushing him, resisting him. Someone should stop this," Mike said, wringing his hands nervously. "Look at the guy, his jacket, he's in uniform. If she gets out of line he can simply take care of it, I'm surprised he hasn't cuffed her already. What do you girls think about all this?" Emil asked the two women in the next booth. "She was just asking for it if you ask me. And then she goes and tries to push him away," the tall redhead replied. "She's a slut for dressing like that and then a tease pushing him away. I'm surprised she even got this far into town, you just can't treat men that way," the blond woman replied as she moved her palms up and down over her breasts, perking her nipples up nicely. Smiling and nodding to the woman to acknowledge her courtesy Emil said, "You must admit, the guy is treating her right." Seeing both women nod, he looked down at his plate and lifted a large bite of the scrambled egg to his mouth. Looking back up from his plate, Emil glanced around the restaurant noticing that just about everyone in the place was watching the man and woman across the street. Turning his attention back to them he noticed that the woman had stopped pushing away from the man, her hip movements beneath him lifted her ass up to meet his thrusts as they moved in a quickening rhythm. Watching the man's balls bouncing off the woman's ass with each thrust, Emil imagined what it must sound like, the two bodies slapping together. He wished he was out among the few bystanders who watched from the sidewalk. "I better get back to work here," Mike said, finally breaking the silence in the restaurant, "let me know how it turns out." "Hold on, it looks like he is finishing up now, yes, she how his back is arching as he pushes himself into her." "Yeah, he's got a firm hold of her legs there. Ah, he's pulling out now and damn, look at her, how quickly she covers up," Mike replied. "She's a slut all right," the blond woman at the next table confirmed. "Look, she's covering herself up again, you'd think she had learned a thing or two." "I think she wanted it all along if you ask me," the redhead said, standing up from the booth and pulling her shorts up tight between her legs. She stood for a moment letting the two men get a good look her before she walked up to the cashier with her friend. As the man in the street slipped himself back into his pants and zipped up his zipper, Mike said to Emil, "Well enjoy your scrambled eggs and bacon." "Thanks Mike," Emil said taking a mouthful of scrambled egg. He looked back outside as the woman moved quickly down the street towards the bus stop. The man who had stopped her, raped her, simply shook his head, shouted something at her and then turned and walked in the opposite direction. Emil glanced at the menu as he finished his eggs and bacon thinking, "Poached eggs tomorrow for sure, that will sure surprise Mike." Breakfast You awake just as the sun starts to rise. The first rays cascade through the window. There next to you, you see her, her beautiful body glistening in the morning rays. Her skirt now gone, she must have removed it in the night. You do not wish to disturb her. Quietly, you roll ever so gently to face her. You can still smell her sweet perfume, oh so faintly in the air. Her body's curves are so intoxicating as you follow them from her beautiful full breasts down her waist and hips all the way down those long luscious legs to her feet. Oh, to touch that soft supple skin this early in the morning. But, would it wake her? Do you dare disturb her? She seems in such a state of beautiful restful slumber. But, oh she was so delicious last night and I am sure she will be so much the better for breakfast. You gently run your fingers down her side caressing every curve. Making sure not to miss any part of her body as you travel from neck to toe. She twitches but only for a moment. You begin to kiss those beautiful legs, lightly as you work your way from her toes to her knees. She inhales and stirs, you stop. She turns, and you wait. She drifts back to sleep and you start again with you kisses this time at the knees. Working your way up the inner thighs lighter still. You spread her legs wider so that you can get to her pussy, this time she moans, but you don't stop. Your tongue reaches out and touches her clit just as she raises her head, she realizes what you are doing. She tries to make you stop but after your tongue teases her clit just a second more she lies back down and she cries out "oh , baby, please don't stop". With those words of encouragement your run your tongue over her pussy thrusting it deeply inside her. Bringing your fingers around your replace your tongue with your fingers and run your tongue back across her clit. Making sure that your fingers are rocking on her g-spot. She rocks her pussy down onto your mouth pressing hard. Beginning to moan louder, you know she is getting closer to that first morning orgasm. You stop for a moment, to tell her to cum hard for you all over your tongue so that you can drink up her juices. And you let your tongue run over her entire pussy, darting briefly deep inside her. Tasting her sweet nectar. Sliding your fingers back inside her and finding her g-spot once again she begins rocking even faster on your fingers. Your tongue is sucking on her clit. Her pussy is growing tighter, her moans are louder, and her breathing is heavier. She is so close. You are ready for her to cum all over your tongue so that you can fuck her. Your cock has grown so very hard. You are now stroking it with your other hand while you are fingering her pussy and sucking her clit. She cries out that she is going to cum soon. She rocks furiously on your tongue as your fingers work her g-spot. She screams, as her pussy convulses on your fingers. OH, her juices are going everywhere as you try to lap them up. You quickly slide your rock hard cock into that well ready pussy. You are so hard she gasps as you enter her. You put her legs up on your shoulders. Balls deep you go into her. Thrusting deeper and deeper with every thrust. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. You feel her pussy grabbing your cock as she is getting ready to cum again. You grab her hips to pull her close to you as you press your cock deep into her pussy. You slide her legs down off your shoulders and tell her to wrap her legs around you tightly. She does as you ask. You press your hips to her slow and deep. Pressing your cock deep into her pussy with nice long deep strokes. She cries out that she is going to cum and you know that you are going to be right there with her. With one more long deep thrust you both cry out together in sheer ecstasy as the orgasm over takes you both. As the sensations subsides, you lay there kissing each other. You tell her good morning beautiful how was your night? Breakfast Lily lay quietly under the sheets, her chest rising and falling as she slept. I watched her that way for a time, savoring my memories of last night's passion. It would be so easy to crawl between her legs and taste. But I decided to let her sleep a bit longer, and slipped quietly from the bed. Kitchen tiles felt cool under my toes but warm poured through the skylight to warm me as I walked nude to the refrigerator. Strange to feel these things so intensely now, when I'd taken this walk so many times before. Perhaps Lily was the reason. I'd felt empty before and now I felt full. I decided to prepare breakfast for us both. After last night, we would both need the calories. First coffee. I found the grinder and the beans, taking a moment to smell the wonderful, acrid scent. Slowly the grinder turned as I filled the maker with water. Beans in the filter, water to the tank then hit the switch and wait. While the scent of java filled the room I rooted around in the refrigerator. I hoped for eggs and onions. I found both along what a half circle of gouda and a sweet red pepper. One sniff told me they were good. As the machine began bubbling, I saw Lily in the corner of my eye. She stood there leaning against the wall, her nude body barely hidden by one of my flannel shirts. She smiled warmly at me and returned the smile. Her heavy breasts were barely concealed within the unbuttoned flannel, and I could see her sex clearly. She had shaved it, and her pink lips stood out prominently, as did the tiny specks of dried semen I'd left there last night. I caught my breath and then I noticed that her eyes were staring at my groin. My penis began to swell before her eyes. "I like my coffee black and strong," she said with a mischievous grin. And then she stretched, arching her back and thrusting her huge breasts out at me. She was teasing me I knew, but all I could think of was to reach for a couple mugs. I could feel her gaze upon me, hot as sunlight while I poured. And then I felt her behind me, her arms wrapping around me, and her breasts pressed against my back. One hand lifted a coffee cup, and her second wrapped itself around my prick. "Yes, very strong," she hissed, slowly running her fingers up and down. I turned to kiss her, but she dropped to her knees. She took a sip of coffee, and then wrapped her lips around my erection. Her mouth was hot, soft and wet as she sucked me briefly. And then she sprang to her feet and grabbing my hand pulled me into the bedroom. Of course I followed, all thought of eggs banished from my mind. She sat open-legged on the edge of the bed, wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me to her mouth. My hands fell naturally to her soft brown hair. I closed my eyes. I could feel her tongue gliding over me. I could feel fingertips rolling my balls. I opened my eyes again. And then Lily stopped and looked up to me, her eyes warm and moist. I knelt down before her, and holding her head to mine pressed our lips together. Lily has exceptionally soft, full lips and I could feel her trembling as we kissed. Her mouth parted, and I reached out gently with my tongue. Lily reached back. Our tongues swirled together waltz time, first between our mouths, then in hers, then mine. The only sound was our breathing, strangely synchronized. And I could feel her arms around me, practically dragging my body closer to her as she lay back on the bed. "I want to feel you on top of me," she whispered. She pulled my shirt open so we could touch, skin upon skin. My thigh slid between her legs. I felt her wet sex pressed against me, leaving little trails of moisture on my thigh. Lily would not protest if I chose to enter her now. Indeed, she seemed to want that, and spread her legs wide to accommodate me. But I wanted more, I wanted to show her how much I truly desired her. So I lifted my head and began to kiss her forehead, her eyes and down to lick her ear. I had discovered that she liked that, and she sighed again, and lay still for my explorations. Unless you counted her hips, which swayed in march time. As I approached her ear, she turned her head in offering and cooed softly as my tongue slid inside. Lily rolled her hips gently, hinting again at her readiness, but it felt too good to kiss her ear, and feel her body shiver. Almost immediately she arched her back and stretched her neck out for me. "I want you inside me," she whispered. "Really." "Why hurry? We have all weekend." To distract her I licked along her left collarbone and bit gently upon her shoulder. I wanted to make her wait. She arched her back, probably to emphasize her unforgettable breasts. My mouth reached the swelling, and I faced a decision. Down into the Valley of Delights, straight to the peaks, or perhaps the side road, delaying things for us both. I decided to take the back way, licking around the outside of her right breast. Take the outside and enter the valley from below. She pushed her breasts together for me, squeezing my cheeks between their milky softness. She pushed her left breast to my mouth. What could I do but lick? Or bite down upon her right nipple and pin it for my tongue. She hissed, then whispered my name, pushed her breast deeper into my sucking mouth. Her hips began to sway and I could feel her lean down and kiss my hair. Her nipple was hard, and I could feel my erection throbbing. Her sex is so near, it practically screamed at me, but I thought it better to hold out. I leaned out to lick both her nipples at once. Again she shook her head and leaned back, eyes closed and whispered my name. I feasted upon her until her nipples shone bright pink. But as I licked I began to think of someplace else, a warm and wet place. It was time to move on. And so I kissed my way down her smooth belly. Lily began pushing me lower now, trying to force my lips down to her sex, hungry for what she now realized would happen. She arched her hips and raised them for me, offering her pussy. Yet I tarried, lick and bite, then a little kiss before moving on. By the time I reached her pubic bone her hips were rolling and sweat beading upon her salty skin. The morning light shown through the windows, illuminating the beautiful of Lily's sex. So pink and full, like her lips and slightly opening as if in hunger. My penis stirred as I noticed this, and I could feel my hips pumping involuntarily. It tingled as if pierced by a thousand velvet needles, throbbing with the sweet agony of need. And then I extended my tongue to lick her. Up and down I licked, her fingers in my hair. Sometimes she grabbed me with painful force. Then she became aware of her strength and tried to release me, only to have her hands return again. I reached a pillow. She raised up for me as I slid it beneath her hips. Up and down I licked, and I let one finger drape across her anus. She cried out as I touched her there, and I knew she would enjoy more. And then I pushed another inside her as my tongue draped across her clitoris. "Put it in me," she cried, out. "I need to feel you inside me." But I only continued licking her, moving my tongue lower to her anus. I licked around it for a second and then pushed it hard against her rosebud. "Oh, you're hateful," she cried out, hips pumping, And then she followed with, "No, no you are not, you beautiful man!" And then I licked upward, pushing my tongue inside her sex, and tasting perhaps the saltiness of myself still inside her. Lily bucked now and whimpered. I could feel the muscles of her thigh trembling. And then she whispered, "I'm there, oh right there!" So I opened my mouth wide and sucked hard, my tongue sliding up and down her clit. Her tremors were strong and her legs wrapped themselves around my head. I stayed with her, licking and sucking. Her convulsions spread through my lips and downward, until my own body went white with pleasure. After our spasms subsided I looked down. There upon her calf lay a thin line of fresh white semen, trailing down upon the floor. Breakfast? The shirt slipped off her shoulder again. She tugged it up with a half laugh and a mild oath and dumped a cup of flour into the bowl. She felt him move to stand behind her. She kept her head down, concentrating on the batter. His breath fanned across her neck and tickled her ear bringing a rash of goose bumps out on her skin. She continued to whisk the contents of the bowl. His hand brushed her shoulder. More goose bumps appeared. He slipped two fingers under her bra strap. Her breath caught. Blood rushed to inappropriate parts of her treacherous body. Get a grip! she chastised herself. She tightened her grip on the whisk. "It's purple." His voice sounded like it had been roughened with sand paper. "What's purple?" "Your bra..." His fingers slid back and forth in a tiny caress between the satin of the bra and her skin. He shifted so that there was nothing but sparks separating them. "I wouldn't have pegged you for purple." 'Ah... um," Peyton swallowed hard and put the bowl and whisk on the counter in front of her. This man was turning her into a blithering fool, she thought. "I, uh, like all colors. I even have a fuzzy leopard one." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that he would let the comment pass. "Fuzzy leopard, huh? You are just full of surprises." The minuscule distance between them closed and her back was pressed against his chest. His hips and thighs pressed against hers. She shuddered as his lips grazed her neck. He brushed a feather light trail down her neck and back up again. He nibbled along the shell of her ear until he captured her earlobe between his teeth. He sucked gently before releasing it. Then he stepped back. The delightful pressure of his body, the warmth of his breath was gone. She shivered once before whirling around to face him, fully intending to rip into him for playing games with her. The biting comment stuck in her throat when she looked at his face. He had backed up to lean on the opposite counter. His hand was unsteady as he scooped dark hair off his brow. It was his eyes, however, that made her pause. Emotion, hot and bright, filled them and darkened the silver of his iris to something closer to melted metal. As his eyes held hers, her breath quickened and her blood resumed its rushing. "Why are you over there?" she asked in a voice that sounded all husky and low. "I promised to be on my best behavior. I didn't want to push my luck." His eyes never left hers. The heat in them made her mouth water. "What if I -," her voice faltered. She swallowed and summoned her courage. "What if I want you to push it?" "I would say that you have to be sure that you can push back." The flame in his eyes kicked up a notch. They studied each other, neither of them moving or speaking. Peyton reached around to release the apron strings at her back. She slipped the strap over her head and tossed the cloth onto the counter. He clutched the counter at his side with white knuckles, but didn't move. With her chin raised, she crossed to him. She slid her hands up his chest, reveling in the solid heat beneath her palms. She linked her fingers behind his neck and moved forward until her stomach was pressed against his. She matched her thighs to his. He still gripped the counter. Sending up a silent prayer that she wouldn't make a fool of herself, she nuzzled his neck. His scent, spicy and masculine, swamped her. She kissed her way up and down his throat in the same way he had done to hers. His breath caught, but he still didn't touch her. She nipped at the underside of his jaw. A low rumble started deep in his chest. She pulled back to meet his sterling eyes. "Consider this my push," she closed her eyes and met his lips with hers. He let her control the kiss, opened to allow her questing tongue full access to him. She slid her fingers into the cool, silky mass of his hair and wiggled her hips against him. He groaned. And then his hands were on her- one fisted in the shirt at the small of her back, the other at the base of her neck. Now she was the one to relinquish control. She went limp against him as he plundered. His mind and body were saturated by the feel of her. She was soft and warm, pliant and responsive. The sheer joy of holding her, possessing her, rippled through him. His hands slid low on her hips to fist in the soft knit fabric of her skirt. A tiny whimper tumbled from her. He started to pull back, release his hold on her. She shook her head and continued to kiss him. Shifting, she aligned herself so that she was straddling his thigh. She plunged -- her fingers deeper into his hair, her tongue against his, her center to his. This time the whimper was pulled from him. He tugged on her skirt until he was able to slide his fingers along the skin underneath. Her skin felt so soft, so smooth. Slowly enough to give her a chance to stop, he slipped his fingertips under the lace that stretched over her hips. Peyton murmured something low and unintelligible against his lips. She moved against him again, arching against the hard bulge in his jeans. He pulled away again, ignoring his body's shrieks of protest. Dropping his forehead to hers, he sucked in a deep breath. A tiny protest whispered from her lips. The sound ricocheted through his system, causing his already vibrating body to tremble with need. He drew in another deep breath. They weren't ready for this, he thought. It was too soon for her, too important to him. With a gentle finger he tipped her chin up until her eyes met his. Her eyes were warm and liquid with desire, the mossy green lit with a soft glow. She smiled. Every thought in his head, including his rational explanation as to why they couldn't go any further, fizzled out. His heart felt like it had swollen and lodged in his throat. This moment, this woman was all that existed to him. Everything in him seemed to throb with the sweetest ache he had ever experienced. Giving in to the need, the desire, the absolute necessity of having her, he met her with another kiss. She released a sound that sounded remarkably like triumph. Keeping her flush against him and distracted with his tongue, he backed out of the kitchen. He had a vague impression that her bedroom was at the end of the hall and moved in what he thought was the right direction. He had to stop frequently when her mouth became too intoxicating or when she slid her fingers under his shirt. He bumped into a wall and she took the opportunity to press herself even closer. She had rucked up his shirt so he could feel the warmth and shape of her breasts that much more. And her hands -- they were everywhere. She slipped a finger into the waste band of his jeans. Electric shivers of sensation scrambled over his skin, sending even more mind-numbing sensation through his already frantic system. They weren't going to make it to the bedroom. He slid down the wall, taking her with him to the floor. He eased her to the floor, careful to brace his weight over her. He had never in his life seen anything as beautiful or arousing as this green eyed woman, breathless and flushed, with her hair spread out on the carpet beneath him. He loved her. At that instant he knew, he loved her. But how could he ever tell her? That was a question for another day. "What about the waffles?" she joked as if sensing the turn of his mood. As an answer he sat back on his heels and shucked his shirt, then popped the button of his jeans. Wide-eyed she watched as he stripped her of her tank top and skirt. He paused to kiss her thoroughly before ridding her of her purple bra and panties. He slipped a hand under her hips and lifted her to meet his erection. She arched into him. Her breath was trapped in her chest and her entire body felt as if it would explode if he kept touching her. Then again, she just might explode if he stopped. He stood to shimmy out of his jeans and she wanted to study him, to examine what she was sure was an exceptional physique - it had certainly felt exceptional. But she couldn't tear her eyes from the heat in his gaze. She had never had a man look at her that way. His eyes were dark now -- with passion and heat and hunger. And need. No, no man had ever looked at her that way. Not even Dylan. Dropping back to his knees, he spread a hand across her stomach. She quivered. The man was making her quiver and they hadn't even gotten to the good stuff. His lips followed the heated path of his hand, skimming over her ribs to the valley between her breasts. Using both hands now, he cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over the tips. She moaned and arched her back, pushing herself against his hands in a desperate plea. Then, mercifully, he took one nipple into his mouth. She began to quiver in earnest now, not certain how much longer she could take this. He moved one hand, sending it on an exquisite exploration. She let out a murmur of satisfaction when he moved his fingers between her thighs. She spread her legs in shameless invitation. He skimmed his fingertips over her skin in burning circles, coming close to her core but never quite touching her. She tried to swivel her hips and force contact, but he evaded with a wicked chuckle. "Tell me what you want." His fingers continued those maddening circles "I want..." She swallowed a lump of embarrassment. This was new to her. She'd never talked during sex. She'd never done it on the living room carpet either. His fingers brushed higher in encouragement. "I want you to touch me. Inside." She felt the burn of a blush flooding her cheeks, but then his fingers were slipping through the very edge of the moist heat between her thighs. He dallied a moment, exploring every part of her, before complying with her demand. With a hum of approval, he finally pushed inside her, stroking her with first one finger, then two. She felt the orgasm building inside her and tried to contain it. She wasn't ready yet, not yet. Then Theo shifted, moving down her body to replace with fingers with his mouth. The first stroke of his tongue shattered her control. She moved against him, matching the rhythm of his tongue with thrusts of her hips. The pressure inside coiled and tightened then burst. She shuddered and quivered while he continued to use his mouth to calm her. He dropped gentling kisses on her thighs and up to her belly, needing the time to reign in his own passion before bringing her up again. He had never experienced anything like this before, anyone like her before. Peyton opened her eyes then and smiled. She looked like a particularly satisfied cat who just snatched the canary: smug and a little bit naughty. Good lord he needed to be inside her before he shamed himself. "Do I get to make anymore requests?" Boldness flavored her voice now. He liked this side of her. He nodded and desperately tried for coherent thought. "Anything," he croaked. "Whatever you want as long as I get to have you soon." She laughed, throaty and confident in her feminine power. "That works. Because what I want..." her voice trailed off as she reached between them to stroke the pulsing shaft of his erection. "...is you completely inside me. Now." With a growl her rolled off her and snagged his jeans. He fumbled for the condom he had optimistically stashed in his wallet. He made quick worth of donning it despite his trembling fingers. He held her gaze as he positioned himself between her legs, stopping short of plunging into her. Peyton exhaled on a moan of anticipation and thrust her pelvis up to meet him, effectively pushing the tip of his penis inside her. It was too much, felt too good. He plunged. Again. And again. She met him stroke for stroke. Their moans and breathy words mingled until he wasn't sure which sounds were coming from him any longer. She murmured to him, sweet words that he didn't quite catch. They came together in a heady rush of words and sensation. He collapsed, unable to breathe, much less support his own weight. This changed everything. It was still to be determined if that was a good thing. Breakfast You awake just as the sun starts to rise. The first rays cascade through the window. There next to you, you see her, her beautiful body glistening in the morning rays. Her skirt now gone, she must have removed it in the night. You do not wish to disturb her. Quietly, you roll ever so gently to face her. You can still smell her sweet perfume, oh so faintly in the air. Her body's curves are so very intoxicating as you follow them from her beautiful full breasts down her waist and hips all the way down those long luscious legs to her feet. Oh, to touch that soft supple skin this early in the morning. But, would it wake her? Do you dare disturb her? She seems in such a state of beautiful restful slumber. But, oh she was so delicious last night and I am sure she will be so much the better for breakfast. You gently run your fingers down her side caressing every curve. Making sure not to miss any part of her body as you travel from neck to toe. She twitches but only for a moment. You begin to kiss those beautiful legs, lightly as you work your way from her toes to her knees. She inhales and stirs, you stop. She turns, and you wait. She drifts back to sleep and you start again with your kisses this time at the knees. Working your way up the inner thighs lighter still. You spread her legs wider so that you can get to her pussy, this time she moans, but you don't stop. Your tongue reaches out and touches her clit just as she raises her head; she realizes now what you are doing. She tries to make you stop but after your tongue teases her clit just a second more she lies back down. She cries out, "oh, baby, please don't stop." With those words of encouragement you run your tongue over her pussy thrusting it deeply inside her. Bringing your fingers around your replace your tongue with your fingers and run your tongue back across her clit. Making sure that your fingers are rocking on her g-spot. She rocks her pussy down onto your mouth pressing hard. Beginning to moan louder, you know she is getting closer to that first morning orgasm. You stop for a moment, to tell her to cum hard for you all over your tongue so that you can drink up her juices. And you let your tongue run over her entire pussy, darting briefly deep inside her; tasting her sweet nectar. Sliding your fingers back inside her and finding her g-spot once again she begins rocking even faster on your fingers. Your tongue is sucking on her clit. Her pussy is growing tighter, her moans are louder, and her breathing is heavier. She is so close. You are ready for her to cum all over your tongue so that you can fuck her. Your cock has grown so very hard. You are now stroking it with your other hand while you are fingering her pussy and sucking her clit. She cries out that she is going to cum soon. She rocks furiously on your tongue as your fingers work her g-spot. She screams, as her pussy convulses on your fingers, "OH!" Her juices are going everywhere as you try to lap them up. You quickly slide your rock hard cock into that well ready pussy. You are so hard she gasps as you enter her. You put her legs up on your shoulders. Balls deep you go into her. Thrusting deeper and deeper with every thrust. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. You feel her pussy grabbing your cock as she is getting ready to cum again. You grab her hips to pull her close to you as you press your cock deep into her pussy. You slide her legs down off your shoulders and tell her to wrap her legs around you tightly. She does as you ask. You press your hips to her slow and deep. Pressing your cock deep into her pussy with nice long deep strokes. She cries out that she is going to cum and you know that you are going to be right there with her. With one more long deep thrust you both cry out together in sheer ecstasy as the orgasm over takes you both. As the sensations subside, you lay there kissing each other. You tell her, "Good morning beautiful how was your night?" Breakfast This is a story, Alice, a girl I speak to online, wrote for me. If you would like more information about her, please e-mail me. --------------------------- Five minutes ago Kate had woken up with a thick head and a dry mouth to find herself tied to a wooden chair in the living room. Peter, her boyfriend, was sitting on the table opposite her sipping his morning coffee and smiling. Ignoring her groggy protests he had calmly explained that he was tired of their arguments and had decided to stage a very special intervention. As usual she had taken her bad mood out on him the previous night, storming off and relegating him to the couch despite his attempts to discuss the situation. Unlike all the other nights though he had waited until she was fast asleep before dissolving a double dose of sleeping pills on her tongue. Peter, thoughtful as ever, had then turned off her alarm and let her have a lie in the next morning. This meant that she was already an hour late for work. She had a choice to make. Either she accepted the intervention or he walked out of her life forever. Kate felt a sick lurch as she saw that he really meant it. He had never, ever threatened to leave her before and she was surprised at how much she didn't like the idea. With barely a moment's hesitation she agreed that they should try and work it out, pleading with him to let her go. He shook his head and explained the terms of the deal. Since he was a reasonable man (and she had to admit, he really was) then he wasn't even going to assume that her bitchy behaviour of the other night was her fault. Since she expected him to be able to read her mind, she would have the chance to prove that she could do the same. In time-honoured psychic fashion, he was going to choose a playing card at random and all she had to do was read his mind and tell him what it was. Peter stepped away from the table and selected three cards from the deck, laying each face down on the table. If she guessed the first one correctly then he would untie her and they could have breakfast together while he apologised. If she did not, he explained, then he had permission to modify her clothing into something more to his liking. Kate nodded nervously and he picked up the first card, staring at it intently in fierce concentration. Feeling slightly ridiculous, Kate met his eyes and tried to make a connection. Although she knew it was nonsense, the whole situation was so unreal that she almost felt something might happen. An image flashed in her mind and she called it out. Peter's smile widened and he slowly turned the card, revealing that she had made the wrong choice. He looked her up and down critically, shaking his head at her long green sleeping t-shirt and lifting the hem to view her dark knickers. His gaze followed the line of her bare legs down to the ankles, where they were bound to the front chair legs. Then he reached behind himself to produce a large pair of scissors. Telling her to hold very, very still, Peter proceeded to cut a big rectangle out of her t-shirt until her breasts were completely exposed. After a few moments study he then began to crop the hem of the t-shirt, working his way higher with each cut until the cloth wasn't even long enough to cover her navel. Satisfied with his handiwork, Peter then knelt between her spread legs (an action which caused an involuntary spasm of desire in her belly even as she trembled) and tugged at her knickers thoughtfully. A trio of deft cuts later and her knickers had become crotchless, leaving her dark mound of hair exposed. Taking a seat back on the table, her boyfriend set down the scissors and tapped his finger on the back of the second card. This time, failure to guess would give him the right to feed her whatever he wanted for her breakfast. He lifted the card to his eyes and concentrated again. Kate found herself praying for a miracle, a lucky guess, but when the card was revealed she had gotten it wrong again. Noting her adorably worried expression, Peter's face softened and he leaned forward to kiss her, first a peck on the nose and then a long passionate kiss on the lips. She felt her body responding and became more determined than ever to rescue their relationship. When her boyfriend brought a bowl of her usual muesli into view, she sagged with relief. Even having him push the first spoonful into her mouth was kind of cute, until she realised that he hadn't added any milk. After only the fourth chewy mouthful it became apparent to them both that she was really struggling to swallow with her already dry mouth. Despite her best efforts she couldn't make enough spit to soften it, and only succeeded in getting thick wads of the stuff stuck to the roof of her mouth. When Peter asked if she needed a little moisture to help it down, Kate nodded eagerly, unable to talk beyond a few clogged moans. Oozing sympathy, Peter bore the bowl away into the kitchen and began to busy himself. After a minute he returned with a number of tins, pouring the juice from them one-by-one into the bowl. Among, she realised, were things that she hated. He hadn't let her sleep in just to make her miss work, he'd wanted time to pop to the corner shop too! The juice from a tin of pineapples went in with a thick splash of condensed milk, followed by a raw egg and some olive oil. He pondered over a tin of sardines for a few moments while she shook her head and moaned, before gently settling them down again. With a command of "open wide" Peter began spooning the now soggy mixture into her mouth, forcing her to chew and swallow quickly, before forcing the next helping down. The look of shuddering revulsion on her face as she choked it down made him laugh so hard that he spilled a spoonful onto the wooden floor. Without hesitating, he scooped it back up and made sure she ate that too. By the time the bowl was mostly empty, Kate was dry-heaving and he mercifully decided to let her stop. She watched as he picked up the can of condensed milk, weighing its contents before slopping it lovingly over her tits and splashing it into her face, enough of it getting into her eyes to make her blink furiously. Peter held up a mirror so she could see how good she looked with thick white syrup dripping down her cheeks and chin, running between her breasts and streaking down her stomach. When he then proceeded to strip in front of her, it became abundantly clear just how good he thought she looked, and how much he was enjoying teaching her a lesson. Using the tip of his huge, hard cock he began to scoop up the mess from her tits and allowed her to lick the sweet goo from the head. She couldn't suppress a little groan of disappointment when he pulled back beyond reach of her straining neck and reached for the final card. This time, he said, she was either going to prove her powers or apologise for being a huge hypocrite by getting him off. Just for once it was going to be all about him. It came as no great surprise to either of them when Kate's 'Ten of Diamonds' turned out to be the 'Ace of Hearts'. With an apologetic shrug, Peter walked behind her and tipped her chair back, making her wriggle and scream in fright for a moment, before she realised that he was lowering her gently so the back of her head lay on the floor. Her relief soured quickly though, as she realised that it left her flat on her back, legs spread wide open, and feeling a hundred times more exposed than before. The feeling was only compounded when Peter wandered off to make himself another coffee, before returning to enjoy both the hot drink and the view for an unhurried five minutes. It only took those five minutes for Kate to realise that the position really hurt on the wooden chair and that she wanted out of it fast. It took another two minutes of fervent begging to be fucked by her man, the 'best boyfriend ever', of swearing that everything was her fault and she would be extra-good the whole day, before he agreed they were nearly done. Dialling her bosses number on her phone, Peter held it to his baby's mouth and let her call in sick while he knelt over her face and jerked himself off. To Kate's surprise his release was neither aimed at her face or mouth, but instead made a horrible mess all over her lovingly polished hardwood floor. Peter untied his special girl and they went out and had a lovely day together -- after she had got down on all fours and finished licking every last drop of his cum off the floor of course. Breakfast "Breakfast is ready" she yells to me. Breakfast? I thought. I moved in with my girlfriend 3 months ago, and my life has never been better. We met online and hit it off IMMEDIATELY. After several months of a long distance romance, we both decided to take the "co-habitation plunge". Our modest 1 bedroom apartment in the big city is just enough room for us. And there isn't a square inch that we haven't fucked in. I walk out of the bedroom and make my way down the hallway towards my beautiful Hispanic love. I reach the kitchen door, I am awestruck and my jaw practically hits the floor. Sprawled in my kitchen table was my lover, naked with fruit and whipped cream strategically placed all over her body. "I hope you're nice and hungry" she smiles at me. She still takes my breath away and I feel the butterflies in my stomach the same as the day I first met her face to face. She is 5 foot 4, with tattoos on her breast and arms, waist length black hair and soft brown eyes that make me constantly at a loss for words. I need no further encouraging; I move towards her head and notice that she has a cherry between her teeth. Leaning over her, I kiss her and feel her push the cherry into my mouth with her tongue. I eat the cherry and lean back to kiss her deeply, our tongues exploring the insides of each other's mouths like they have done hundreds of times before. The taste of cherry on lips is utterly intoxicating. I straighten back up, gaze into her eyes and smile. "They say that breakfast IS the most important meal of the day" she says with her mischievous grin that has gotten me into so much trouble in the past. I lean back in to kiss and nibble on her neck and taste the juice of strawberry there, my favorite. My tongue licks every drop off cause mama said not to waste food. Knowing that this is one of her erogenous zones, I linger, causing her to gasp slightly. Licking my way lower down, I use my tongue to scoop up and eat the strawberries ringing her beautiful breasts, making sure I have lapped up every bit. Her dark nipples are standing erect like 2 fleshy pencil erasers. I suck first her left nipple into my mouth and give a playful nibble that makes her moan. So as to not make the right nipple jealous, I give equal attention there, knowing that it drives her wild. I follow the blueberry trail down her front to the raspberry cluster at her navel. I make sure I use my tongue in her navel to get every bit of juice out, causing her to gasp and moan. Finally, I am at dessert, the whipped cream. I move around the table, between her legs and sit in the chair to finish my meal. Her pussy is dripping wet already and my mouth is watering in anticipation of eating this pussy that I have devoured numerous times before. The cream has started to melt slightly and drip between her thighs and I clean this up nicely. I lean up and slurp the remaining whipped cream from her clean shaven mound. When everything has been devoured, I spread her thighs and bury my face into her dripping wet pussy. I snake my tongue deep into her and taste juice that, to me, is sweeter than any fruit nectar. Pushing back on her knees to open my prize to me, I take long, slow strokes with my tongue. "Oh baby, you eat me soooooo gooooood. Oh god, you know just what I like" I move slightly up and start to suck on her engorged clit, while I insert two fingers into her soaking wet sex. Knowing that it drives her up the wall, I trap her clit between my lips and flick it with the tip of my tongue rapidly. After a few minutes of my practiced technique, she grabs me by the back of the head to pull my face deeper in and with a familiar scream, she orgasms into my face, drenching me and dripping onto the table. I lightly clean her up with my tongue before pulling her upright, hugging her tightly and kissing her deeply. We pull slightly apart and I ask, "How about I feed YOU some Irish/Italian sausage for lunch?" "Yum, my favorite" she says.