1 comments/ 6919 views/ 1 favorites End of Day By: ctuna57 I lay in bed tonight going over the events of the day. Work was a mess, the kids were overly needy and I gained two pounds. How is that possible in one day? I mentally make out the grocery list for the week and review plans for the coming weekend. Doctor's appointment, soccer practice, ballet, and I have to get that clanking sound the car is making checked out. As I go through the checklist before finally getting comfy, I must spend some time on thoughts of Marco. He is the current lover in my life and I smile to myself. He is tall and dark, with eyes that swallow you up. That black, thick hair on his chest alone makes me shiver. The well trimmed moustache and goatee is always soft against my skin. He has redefined the term "sex" for me. Don't get me wrong, I have had several men in my life from a husband to boyfriends, to "let's try it, didn't like its". But I have never, and I mean never had one like this one. Wow! ******************************* I stopped by his house last weekend. He was making me an authentic Italian dinner and I couldn't wait. I prefer eating to cooking so I don't mind a well-domesticated man. After about fifteen minutes in the house he walked up to me, put his arms around me and whispered "I can't wait any longer, I've missed you so much." He grabbed a fistful of my hair with authority, in an I-need-to-kiss-you kind of way, bringing my lips to his. Marco never just kisses; he makes love to my mouth. Hard kisses, deep kisses, feather-light ones and barely there kisses. If you have ever been kissed like that you know what I mean. When he kissed me, those wonderful little muscles deep down in my gut started their familiar twitch. Those feelings that are so animal and instinctual you just have to have more. Like a drug that you just can't get enough of— the more you take, the more you need. As the kisses deepened, that twitch intensified and soon the brain was swimming deliciously in my head. He moved to my neck and ears, loving each in turn. At the back of my neck, he bit— not little nips but sexy as hell bites. Then...oh, his hands started their exploration of my body, the body that he is learning so well. He didn't allow me to return the favor; this was now all about me. He carefully began to undress me and with every piece of skin that was exposed, it was kissed and cherished. It was slow and sweet, the way that he knows I love. Still mostly clothed, the pressure in my groin was already unbelievable. Partially because of what was happening, but mostly because I knew what was to come. My breasts filled and ached as he loved first one then the other, teasing each nipple with tiny bites, then sucking and tugging on them as if trying to feed himself. The kisses and caresses continued as he made his way to my stomach and what lay beyond. I could feel my breathing coming in waves now. Short, shallow breathes, and then I held it, and then long pauses between each next breath. As he approached my now-drenched sweet spot, he prolonged the agony and traveled down one thigh to my toes. Loving every inch of my skin as if it were the first time he has tasted me. So that my other leg didn't feel left out, he moved to the other foot and traveled up the opposite thigh, kissing and licking his way. Ahhhh, that loving ache was about to be quenched. He approached my center, the core of my body and soul. But as he raised his head and I looked into those beautiful eyes, a sweet smile appeared, and I knew... it would not be quenched so soon. I reached out to run my hands in that thick black hair of his to guide his mouth to the spot that needs it most. But it was not to be; he turned me over onto my stomach and the incredible agony continued. He had only just begun. As he loved the front of my body, he then duplicated on my backside. I squirmed beneath him, trying to rub myself on the bed, trying to get my hands under myself, attempting to achieve some small measure of release. But again relief was denied. He pulled my hands up over my head as if to say "Not now, but soon... very soon." When he reached my ass, I was almost delirious, in and out of awareness of my surroundings. Cupping each cheek, he kissed and molded and separated them, and probed with his tongue. I arched my back and my ass rose into the air, driving his tongue deeper into my crease. A finger explored my anus, never quite entering but teasing and testing, checking my response. And then, as with the front of my legs, he loved his way down the back of one and up the other. Once again I was flipped over and before my next breath, my legs were spread and his mouth took me. He was sucking and probing, licking and exploring my pussy. He discovered each and every fold, as though he found this rare flower for the first time in his life. I could feel fingers being inserted and my body took on a mind of its own. My hips couldn't stay still; they were rising and lowering, swaying side to side. I tried to drive his fingers deeper and deeper still. I couldn't get enough of his mouth or his hands. Then it happened, the building, the muscles tensing, the change in breathing and then... thank you, God. The earth shattered and my mind separated from the present. My body went rigid as the racking spasms overtook me. Like the ripples in a pond when a stone is dropped. Wave after wave after wave washed over me. Starting at my core and just spreading through my whole body. When I finally returned to earth, and my breathing began to regulate, he kissed me. His face was wet with my juices and I returned his kiss, tasting myself. But this was only the beginning, as his rock solid cock then impaled me and once again the breath was taken from my body. He plunged and retracted, then entered part way and retreated. Always different, always remarkable in his search for that magic spot hidden deep within my pussy. As if I wasn't getting enough, I slid my hand between us to bring the release I needed. By now he was approaching his brink and was slamming into me with all the force he could muster. Right there. Perfect. Stay there. Yes that's it... and we both came in unison with earth-shattering orgasms. His orgasm was accentuated by guttural sounds emitted from this throat, which are the most primal sounds I have ever heard. Was he done? Are you kidding? Not my man. I rolled over on my stomach once again, trying to calm the heart that was beating out of my chest. He lay on my back, rubbing and kissing my neck and shoulders. I love that quiet time after sex. The appreciation, the afterglow, the loving sweet kisses, the downhill slide after the uphill ride. I could feel his limp cock nestled between my ass cheeks, but to my amazement it stiffened with every movement he made. So of course I started moving my ass along with him. Before long he was ready again and nudging his once again hard cock into my more than ready pussy. I pulled to my knees and arched my back, giving him a more accessible target; he was once again in me. This time there was no gentle loving; this one was all about need, about wanting. His cock rammed into me and I realized that my body wanted that tempo too. No muss, no fuss, just down-and-dirty fucking. I felt him tighten and tense and soon the sounds of his orgasm filled the air. Once again we were spent and panting like thirsty dogs. Eventually dinner was eaten and it was delicious. He is a wonderful cook and an even more wonderful lover. ******************************* Now that I have replayed our last encounter together and relived that beautiful night, I am ready for the sweet surrender of sleep. Ready to start another day, and ready for the possibility of another loving session with Marco. I turn over to my side, plump up my pillow, and pull the blanket to my chin. I decide to delay sleep for just a bit longer and slide a hand between my legs. Maybe I am not quite ready for the night to end, not quite yet. End Of Days END OF DAYS: A scene we'd like to see! It is a quarter to twelve on December 31st, 1999. The Millennium is about to end. Deep in the bowels of New York City, in an underground meeting place, Satan and his followers are about to make a terrible prophesy come to pass. If he is able to impregnate a virgin at the stroke of midnight, Armageddon will be unleashed upon the world. Former cop turned mercenary, Jericho Cane, played by Arnold Schwarzenegger, is in the audience and is working his way to the altar, when he is stopped by a vision of his late wife kneeling before him, pulling his manhood from his pants. In spite of his struggles he cannot shake the apparition and allows her to take him in his mouth. His cock grows as she caresses it with her tongue, urging him to join her in the new world of unbridled lust. In a last ditch effort to reach his goal, Jericho tries to pull away, but fails. The velvet touch of her tongue is too much and he grunts as his cock erupts into her mouth. Grabbing her head, he thrusts deep, pouring the contents of his balls into the back of her throat. The intensity of his orgasm leaves him physically drained, unable to rise from the floor. He can only look at the beautiful woman as she gulps down his semen, wiping the excess from her chin. He is also able to see just beyond her to the altar. On that altar, the darkly handsome Satan (Gabriel Byrne) hovers over the robed body of Christine York (Robin Tunney), an innocent, virginal 19 year old that he has chosen to bear his child. Christine, drugged and helpless, lays strapped to the altar awaiting the unknown. Satan slowly pulls the robe from the young girl, exposing her small, alabaster colored breasts, topped by small puffy nipples, tight stomach, and trimmed, jet black bush. Parting her legs he steps in between them before throwing off his own garment. Those close by gasp at the enormity of his penis as it sways, semi-firm, just above the petite form of Christine. He leans forward, allowing his member to come in contact with Christine's unprotected pussy. A large drop of pre-cum, leaking from his piss slit smears onto Christine's lips. He smiles down at the prone figure beneath him, his tongue slipping out of his mouth. The tongue splits, each fork coming in contact with her nipples, wrapping around each nub, tugging gently, rasping against the dark pink flesh. Christine moans. The feelings in her nipples intensify as they stiffen under Lucifer's ministrations. She writhes in ecstasy as she is prepared for violation. The crowd begins to chant, "In nomine Patri Luciferus, Et fili, et spiritu unsancti." The devil positions his oversized member at the entry to Christine's vulnerable sex. He pushes slowly forward, stretching the tender, unused pussy flesh. Christine's eyes widen in discomfort, having never had an object of this size inside her before. She gasps. The chant gets louder as the crowd watches in awe. "In nomine Patri Luciferus, Et fili, et spiritu unsancti!" Christine look up into his eyes, and whispers, "What language is that? What are they saying?" He leans closer to her ear, whispering, " Its Latin. They pray for me to mate with you. In the name of Father Lucifer, his son, and the unholy spirits." Pressing forward some more, his helmet barely inside, until his way is blocked by her hymen, he holds still, smiles down at her, and kisses her on the lips. His forked tongue slithering into her mouth. She accepts it, moaning, as she feels his manhood twitch in anticipation. Her legs spread wider, almost in invitation to him. Her eyes half close as he extricates his tongue. The fingers of his right hand play with her turgid nipples, his left thumb gently rubs at her clit, smearing some of his precum over the sensitive button. He looks up at the clock. It is less than five minutes until midnight. It is time! Holding her down at the shoulders, he lunges with his hips, tearing her hymen and burying his massive length deep inside her. Christine screams with pain, before passing out, only to be drowned out by the howl of triumph bellowing from the snarling lips of her captor. His cock fills every inch of her, his helmet, pushing against her cervix, his balls caressing her pussy lips. Allowing her a moment to revive, he gently pulls out, his shaft dappled with the evidence of her defloration. Still playing with her clit, he fills her again. Christine moans. It feels strangely good, this foreign object lodged deep inside her, stretching her, filling her so completely. She starts to move her hips, meeting his thrusts, her cunt tingling. Lifting her ass off he altar she actively participates in the ceremony, no longer a victim, but a willing partner. Grabbing his free hand she crushes it to her pointed breast. "Breed me! Fill me with your unholy seed. Use my cunt for your pleasure" she says as she bucks beneath him, feeling his entire length fill and empty her birth canal. "Fuck me!" she demands. He smiles, reveling in the intense pleasure building in his balls, as he reams and stretches the girls cunt, his cock scratching her g-spot with each stroke. His ministrations bring her ever closer to orgasm. She begins to babble incoherently as their bodies rock together. "Ohhh! Fuucckk! Ohmy! Ahhh! Ohmyfucking Gaa!" The last word is stifled in her throat as he tells her never to mention God in his presence again! The smell of their sexual union permeates the atmosphere as the clock begins to strike. "Unholy Father, make me your vessel! Cum inside me!" she pants just as her orgasm takes over. Her cunt spasms, grabbing and releasing his member, urging it to spill its contents. The clock continues to strike.....eight...nine ...ten. With a triumphant, guttural cry, Lucifer announces to the world that he has, at last, mated. His cock pumps his life giving liquid deep into the still spasming young cunt beneath him. He pulls his still spurting cock from within, and starting at her forehead makes the sign of the cross down her face, smearing sperm and blood down the ridge of her nose, across her lips, down her throat to her navel. Then across her breasts before stuffing it into her open mouth. Eagerly, she accepts as much of it as she can, sucking the dregs of their mating from his still swollen penis and kissing his balls as they dangle in front of her face. With his semen, her juices and blood smeared all over her lips, she looks up at him with adoring eyes. "Thank you, Father Lucifer!" she says All across the subterranean cavern, Lucifer's minions have thrown off their garments and are engaging in an orgy of indiscriminate sex with whoever is at hand. We have, indeed reached the End of Days!