5 comments/ 27509 views/ 6 favorites Firelight By: CandleLit "James and his new girlfriend have cancelled on us," Amy called from the kitchen. "They don't want to drive through the storm at night." I looked out at the lake from the living room and saw the water looking grey and foreboding. Waves were washing over the dock and rain was coming down hard and heavy. It was understandable, a long drive from the city through that mess looked pretty unappealing to me, too. "Well, the kids are gone for the weekend and no-one is coming around," I said, pretending to be musing over our options. "Whatever shall we do to fill the evening?" I heard a noise and turned to see Amy in the doorway. "I need a backrub," she said. "My shoulders are killing me." I just smiled, an idea coming to me. "Why don't you grab a glass of wine and that plate of cheese?" I asked her. "I'll get a blanket for you." I went to the linen closet, the evening already forming in my mind. Amy's my wife of 5 years; she's blonde with startling blue eyes. She has the figure of a 19-year old, something that never fails to turn me on. I just love to look at her tummy, watching her taut muscles. She has been on the threshold of a big experience for her sexually. Since we have been together, she's discovered her g-spot and has had some incredible orgasms there. I have been wanting to see if she could squirt come from one of those huge orgasms, see if she can be comfortable enough to totally let go when she comes, squirting all over the bed, all over me. The idea had me getting hard, wanting to make it happen. I knew that it was really just a question of her being comfortable and open to it. If she was in a place where she could be totally relaxed, totally letting herself go, then... well, I wanted to see. With that in mind, I thought to grab some lotion and pulled out a soft blanket and laid it out in front of the fireplace. She came in and I took the glass and plate from her, motioning to lay down. She did, and I put the wine and cheese where she could easily get them. She was face down, her face partially covered by her long hair. "You are beautiful, laying there like that," I told her. It was true, she looked like a picture of sensual comfort before the fire. I put the stereo to some soft music and pulled a couple of pillows from the couch, placing them under her head and feet. The head to make her comfortable, the feet to take the pressure off of her lower back. I removed my sweater and shoes, kneeling on the blanket by her hips. Pulling her shoes off first, leaving her socks on for now. I didn't pay any attention to her feet yet, wanting her to feel some want before giving her satisfaction. I'm no Don Juan, but over the years there have been some things that have really meant something to the women I have been with. One is that women need to know the feeling of want. They are often used to guys who take what they want from them and then go to sleep; if you can get into the habit of making your woman feel want, knowing satisfaction is coming later... well, it works for Amy. So down her feet went, neglected for now. Next came her sweater, pulled gently over her shoulders and away. Her hair was messy, and she moved to straighten it when I stopped her arm; I wanted the picture of sensual desire. She complied, wanting me to take charge, to take care of her. Underneath was a red satin bra, pulling slightly into the skin on her back. Again, the temptation to take it off was high but I fought it. Opening the lotion, a warmed a dollop in my hands before smoothing it across her lower back. I love her lower back, love the firm muscles, love the feeling of them. My fingers went lightly over them, then deeper into the muscles. Gently, but reaching deeper, my hands began loosening the tensions there. At that moment the power went. The lights flickered and died. The room was bathed in the firelight, bringing that tone to everything, her hair, her skin. Her eyes barely opened. As my hands worked their way up her back, she reached around to remove her bra. I pushed her hands away. She gave a frustrated groan. "I want to be comfortable," She said. "You will be," I promised. My hands went to her shoulders, kneading, seeking the muscles that were giving her problems. I drew my fingers across her back, deliberately hitting the straps of her bra. Making taking that bra off all she wanted in the world. Without warning, I grabbed one hip and pulled her onto her side. She made a slight sound, but didn't fight me. Reaching around, I undid her pants and opened them up slightly, then lay her back on her stomach. She made a soft, frustrated groaning sound again. Her clothes were not coming off fast enough. I moved down to her feet and pulled on her pants. She lifted her hips slightly so they would slide off. Now her socks came off too, and I held her foot in my hand for a moment. I wanted her mind completely, totally on her body. I held her foot, warming it, bringing it close to my mouth. She could feel the warm breath, and ever so slightly brushed my lips along her sole. I pulled her big toe into my mouth, sucking, running my tongue around it. She reacted instantly, her legs tensing, a little moan escaping her. I worked on her feet and calves for a while, paying close attention to her breathing. She needed to be relaxed, but not drowsy. When she started slowing her breathing, I would gently bite her or run my hands close to something sensitive, bringing her back to now, to her body. Wanting to be more in tune with what she felt, I took off my shirt and slacks. Now only in my boxers, the fire giving the only light in the room, it was time to start her towards something big. She was only in her red satin panties and bra. My hands slid freely across both, up and down her torso. She worked her hips back and forth, wanting more contact. I sat across her hips and started kissing my way down her back. Biting above and below her bra, moving down. Her hands came around again to unstrap the bra and I firmly placed them over her head. My hands ran along her sides, moving towards her hips. I moved down, kissing the small of her back. My fingers wrapped around the panties at her hips and slowly started pulling them down, kissing every inch as it appeared. She moved her hips, one side then the other, letting the panties slide off. In one quick motion they were gone. I pushed against the inside of her thighs and she complied, opening up before me. Now was time to get her crazy. I started kissing, biting and licking her ass, getting closer to her pussy. I grabbed each side of her ass and licked up her thighs towards her center, not yet going there. She was making little mewing sounds now, hips moving. She wanted my tongue on her pussy. I slid my mouth upwards, my tongue ever so gently touching the soft folds of her pussy lips. Not enough to please, only enough to tease. I held her legs down with my weight while my tongue roamed up towards her ass, and I explored there, circling, darting in and out. She was making louder sounds now, moaning every time my tongue entered her. I spent some time on the cheeks of her ass, then shot forward, holding her tight, and kissed her hard. Her mouth was pure hunger, wanting my mouth. I reached around and held her breasts tightly, grinding my hard cock against her now wet pussy. She bucked her hips and spread her legs, wanting me inside. While kissing her, I roughly massaged her breasts. She was starting to get a little crazy. I held her hair tightly, then reached down with my other hand and undid her bra. Her whole body reacted with the release she had needed for so long. I pulled it off and threw it aside. Now to start her waves. I rolled her over, a combination of strong and gentle. I moved down and suckled on her breasts, holding her arms to her sides. Kissing along her stomach, down towards her wetness. I settled myself between her legs, my mouth before her pussy. Still holding her hands at her sides, making her feel taken. I started to lick the lips, exploring each fold. She was wet, her little clit peeking out, wanting attention. I avoided it completely, making sure everything was good and wet. She wanted to come. She was moving her hips, trying to get my tongue onto her clit. I started sucking her lips into my mouth, caressing each there. It wasn't enough and she tried to rub herself against me. I stopped everything and looked up at her. "What do you want?" I asked. "Uungh. I want to come!" she said desperately. I held her eyes with mine. "Do you want to come hard, baby?" I asked. "Yes," She said. "God, yes!" "Then let me take you there," I told her. I started running my tongue around her clit, causing her hips to jump off the floor. I sucked her clit into my mouth and started making circles around it with my tongue. She loves this, it never fails to make her come. She started to tense up and I backed off, going back to spreading her wet all over. Then again, back to her clit. After the second time, she was getting frantic. "Please!" she cried. "Please, make me come. I need it!" I slid two fingers into her and started massaging her inside. Her eyes closed again as she let the new feeling come on. Then I turned my hand and started a 'come here' motion inside her, seeking that spot she has come to know so well. I knew we found it when her eyes started rolling back into her head and her body was completely on the edge. But tonight, I wanted to bring her further. I moved up and put my arm around her shoulder, holding her tight. My fingers were still inside her, moving in a rhythm. I kissed her, then started to whisper in her ear what was going to happen next. "Baby... I love you. You are going to come so hard..." My voice was soft, loving, comforting. "It's going to feel like you are going to go all over. It's OK, let it happen... let it all go out." With that, I started massaging her g-spot while my thumb stroked her clit. Her head fell back and she was panting, crying out with each breath. I kept kissing, whispering, helping, encouraging: "I want you to, please baby, you are so hot now... come all over for me... let it go, let it all out..." Her body started to leave her control, her hips and tummy contracting by themselves. Her pussy was as wet as it has ever been and my hand started working her well. Her hands were grabbing me, holding on for all she was worth. She cried out, "I'm coming! Oh God, I'm coming!" "Let it go, let it go, let it all go," I told her, keeping the pressure up on her pussy. With that, her pussy started to squirt into my hand, a few short squirts, and then she started coming for real. Her whole body convulsed, her hips bucking out of control, and her pussy squirted all over, covering my hand, her legs, all over. She tucked her head in her arm and cried out again and again as squirt after squirt left her, covering me, covering her. Her legs were vibrating they were so tight, her hips off the floor, everything concentrated towards her pussy squirting it's fluids with her orgasm. "Oh god baby, that's so hot, that's so hot," I told her. "Come for me, come all over." She kept coming, then it slowed as she started coming back to earth. "That was wonderful." I said, stroking her folds, then her tummy. She put her head into my chest and was still whimpering slightly as the waves kept coming, ever decreasing. Her hips came back to earth, her legs wrapped around me and she held on to me as she slowly returned. I stroked her skin and let her rest, not at all surprised when her breathing started getting longer and longer – she was falling asleep on me after that huge orgasm. I held her, wrapping her up with the blanket. Let her rest for a while... then, I'll bring her to bed and have my turn with her. After that, I thought, we'll sleep... Firelight I sat on the big chaise lounge by the fire pit. There was a slight chill in the air; summer had began to give away to fall. These were the days I enjoyed most of the year and yet like spring they also seemed the most fleeting. I could not help thinking that we lived mostly in the extremes: hot and cold, light and dark. There seemed little time to hold onto the twilights, the dawns, the subtler moments of being, the connecting moments. Knotted pine popped in the fire pit, sending an arc of embers across the growing darkness. "That's a serious look," Lily my wife said as she sat beside me on the chaise. Our house, mostly dark, loomed behind us. "What's that all about?" "The contemplation of life," I said. "Have you figured it out?" she said. She put her arm around me and toyed with my hair. "No." "Good," she said. "That would take all the mystery out of it." I smiled. She kissed me. I returned her kiss. She nuzzled into the crook of my neck. I leaned my head onto hers. A breeze breathed upon the fire, causing the embers to glow and sparkle. "I like it when it does that," she said quietly. "Me too," I said, looking a thousand miles beyond her into the darkness beyond the fire. She poked me with a finger. "What's that?" "That, sir, is a poke." I laughed. "So it is." "I'd ever so appreciate you being here with me when I'm lying next to you waiting to be petted," she said. "That would probably help the matter," I said, stroking her hair. I kissed the top of her head. The fire quietly tickled the night. She shifted her body, her one leg arcing over both of mine, her breasts pressing again my chest, near a full body hug. Her fingers toyed with my hair, brushed my ear, felt the day's stubble on my cheek. She nuzzled into my chest. She breathed deeply. "You smell of wood smoke and working in the garden," she said. "Let me go have a shower," I said, feigning to move. "Don't you dare," she said, looking up at me. We both laughed. I embraced her and held her closer to me. Her warmth and curve was inviting. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her back. Her fingers bunched and knotted in the fabric of my shirt, like a kitten kneading. My hand found the small of her back. I lifted her top. She rose up from me and removed her top, laying it aside on the table next to the chaise. Her pearly bra shimmered in the firelight, the curves of her breasts accentuated by the flames. She reached behind her and undid the clasp. I reached up, fingers sliding under the cups, and freed her breasts. She laid the bra with the top on the table. She straddled me. She leaned in toward me. "No," I said, holding her back. "I want to look at you." How odd and pleasant it was to see her grinding confidence slide into watched demureness, the little awkwardness of a girl still within a woman. I cherished the sight of her. I cherished every curve. I cherished every freckle. I cherished the tell-tale streaks our baby, now this year beginning college, had left on her belly and her breasts. Now, here in the firelight it all seemed more magical. The soft glow of her. That radiance I had always seen within now shown without. And yet as her eyes coyly sought mine, I could not help but see the questions. Had her curves grown too full? Was she still pretty? Did I still find her as attractive now as I did then? Women are too filled with doubts and men are too quiet or stupid to quell them. But surely, this thing more truth than any truth, I wanted her. I wanted my woman. I wanted her as the first day I saw her. I wanted her as the first day she told me I would never have her. I wanted her. I put my hands on her hips. I let my hands slide up her belly and cup her breasts. She arched into me. I felt the warmth and weight of her breasts. My thumbs toyed with her aureole and nipples. The nipples grew hard at my touch. I pressed at them and circled them with my thumbs. Her skin had goose-flesh. She sighed and licked her lips and tossed her long dark hair. She squirmed a little against me in her straddle, her sex pressing down hard on me. I felt my cock hardening under her bottom. I rose up to take her left nipple in my mouth while my hand touched her right. I alternated and matched my tongue with thumb. I sucked her nipple. I pinched her nipple lightly. My free hand pulled her closer to me. Her skin was both warm and cool in the night air. I broke the embrace long enough to remove my shirt and she stepped out of her jeans. Then we lay side by side on the chaise again, my arms and legs wrapped around her. I kissed her mouth, felt her lips grinding against mine. Our tongues teased each other. One of my hands knotted in her hair and pulled her head back, baring her throat. I kissed my way along her jaw and down the pulse point. My other hand kneaded her breast with more pressure now, more strength, conscious of pain, but more conscious of pleasure. She groaned, her legs scissoring beneath mine. My cock was hard and felt cramped within my jeans. She unbuckled my belt and then undid the clasp of my jeans. Her fingers worked the zipper down. Her hand cupped my cock and balls, so tight within the boxer briefs. I pressed against her hand. Her hand slid under the elastic of my briefs. Her fingers found and circled my cock. She stroked the head with her thumb. I groaned into her mouth. She began to kiss her way down my chest. Hurriedly, I kicked off my sneakers and wriggled out my jeans and briefs with her help. She knelt between my open legs, looking down on my cock as I had looked upon her. For the briefest of moments I wondered if she saw too much salt in the pepper of my pubic thatch; I wondered if this "old man" still pleased her. And then, then, she knelt onto her elbows and took my cock in her mouth. Her tongue worked wonders around the head. Her lips did the same as she kissed her way down and up my hard shaft again and again. My hands knotted in her hair. She sucked my cock. My woman sucked my cock. Though my eyes had closed in pleasure, I could still see flames dancing inside my brain. When the moment grew too close, I pulled her away from me and patted her cheek. She kissed her way up my belly and chest. I kissed her, ever so slightly tasting myself on her lips. "Belly," I said, patting the chaise's cushion. She lay upon her belly. I lay against her, a leg covering her, my hand roaming across her shoulders, my lips kissing along her spine. Her skin glowed in the firelight. Smooth. Warm. Sweet. My cock pressed hard against her leg. I slid my hand under the elastic of her pearly panties and let my nails brush across the tender flesh of her bottom. She trembled at the touch, her skin goose-fleshing doubly so. She groaned. My hand slipped over her bottom and down under her. Heat. Wetness. She groaned again. I rose up. She looked back at me, started to move. I held her there by gently pressing against her back. I took her panties in my hands and slid them off her bottom and removed them. I tossed them to the other side of the chaise, as if these most intimate of apparel had been claimed by me as I would very soon claim their owner. I knelt between her legs. I put my hands on her hips. I lifted her by her hips and she moved to her knees, her elbows resting on chaise's cushion. I saw the pear-curve of her bare bottom in the firelight. I saw the glisten of her wetness between the swollen lips of her sex, now also glistening upon her inner thigh as it seeped from within her. I circled her bottom with my open palm then let two fingers trail up her inner thigh and brush her sex. She groaned. I moved closer, my cock wedging against her inner thigh, sliding up to meet her sex. I guided my cock with my hand, tracing the swollen slit with the very tip of my cock. Up. Down. Her hips wriggled. She wavered over her hands, her nipples brushing the cushion. I entered her. I held myself deep, unmoving, enjoying the moment of connection. Then we began to move. I thrust. She rocked back to meet my thrust. Slow at first. Growing steady. Moving together. Completely. She tossed her hair. I held her hips. We moved. She shifted lower onto her elbows. I tucked my hips at the end of each thrust. Human geometry completed perfect angles. Her pussy swelled around me and I swelled within her. Were it not for our skins containing us, we would have become each other. She reached between her legs and played with her clit. I fucked her from behind as she played with her clit. My woman took pleasure from me and gave pleasure to herself. She mewled. She gasped. I found myself wanting to fuck her harder, wanting to grind into her. She moaned as my strokes deepened. Her fingers worked at her clit. I felt her begin to shake. I took one hand from her hips and moistened a fingertip between my lips. Feeling her quiver, feeling her ever so close, I pressed the tip of my moistened finger against the tight ring of her bottom, entering her there too. She cried out in release. Trembling. Convulsing. Inside and out. Her sweet madness drove me to mine, and plowing into her in one final deep thrust, I came. I ground into her, trying to completely empty myself, almost succeeding on the verge of unconsciousness. I slid my hands under her arms and lifted her to me, to hold onto her, to hug her as we fought to remember how to breathe. I held her tight and she eased against me. Carefully, but not gracefully, I lowered us to the cushion. We lay side by side in each other's arms, fitting like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. No need for moving. Just feeling. Slow breathing. Slow. Breathing. Quiet. And the firelight. The firelight shiny in her eyes. Firelight Summary: A cow visits a stud service to get bred and finds that the experience exceeds her expectations. (M/F, furry, big boobs, big cock, impregnation, Southern accents) --- "Hello. I'm Elsie, from Andersen's Dairy. I have an appointment for eight o'clock?" "Yes, good evening. I'm Ada," said the attractive ewe behind the counter. She wore silver-rimmed glasses, her wool was sparkling white, and she had a genuine, welcoming smile. "Please have a seat, and I'll be right with you." Elsie sat down in one of the comfortable waiting-room chairs and looked down at herself. She was six-foot two, about average height for a cow. Her hide was milk-chocolate brown, just light enough to contrast with her long, dark, wavy hair--both of which she had shampooed thoroughly after getting off work. Her white blouse was unbuttoned far enough to show a considerable length of cleavage as it hugged her impressive udders. That and her tight suit skirt gave her a look that was simultaneously businesslike and terribly sexy, which was exactly how she wanted to look...and feel. The ewe came over and sat in the chair next to her. "Miss Elsie, how are you this evening? Did you find your way here all right? I hope you didn't get too chilly on the way--I just moved up here to the mountains a few months ago, and I didn't realize how low the temperature can get at night, even in July." Ada stopped herself. "Oh, listen to me rattling on. Welcome to O'Leary's Stud Service, Miss Elsie. I understand this is your first visit. Have you been bred before?" "Oh, yes, I had a calf two years ago," said Elsie, "by Zack, our stud at the dairy. But not long after he bred me, he threw his back out one time too many and took early retirement, so Farmer Andersen has been sending us girls to your service ever since." "Yes, he's been a very good client. And he's paid for four breeding sessions for you." "Well, my milk production has been a little low recently, and I've been thinking about having another calf for a while now, so Farmer Andersen and I agreed that this would be a good time for me to get bred." Elsie sighed. "He's a sweet man. If he were a bull, I'd ask him to breed me himself." Ada smiled slyly. "And have you ever...I mean, he doesn't need to be a bull to show a girl a good time, does he?" "Why Miss Ada! A lady would never reveal such a thing!" Elsie declared, but she knew her wicked half-grin was giving her away. "Please forgive me," Ada said with a knowing smile as she adjusted her glasses. "What with all that goes on around here, I sometimes lose my sense of propriety. Now then," she said, glancing at a clipboard, "I see you've chosen Jeffrey as your stud." "Yes. I was very pleased with what I saw in his profile online, and several of the girls at the dairy recommended him." "He's definitely one of our most popular. And he's waiting for you in breeding room three. Are you ready?" "Very." Ada led Elsie out of the waiting room and down a white corridor to a door with a number 3 stenciled on it. A green light was on above the door; the red bulb next to it was off. "Here we are," said Ada. "I hope you have a very nice session." "Thank you kindly," said Elsie. Before doing anything else, Elsie willed her milk ducts to close--a trick she'd learned in her first week at the dairy. After all, she was here to make a calf, not a big mess. Besides, Farmer Andersen paid her by the fluid ounce. Then she knocked. "Please come in," said a bass voice. She had thought that the breeding room might look like a doctor's office, but it bore very little resemblance to one. Instead, behind the white door was what looked like an attractively furnished master bedroom. The walls and floor were light-colored wood; by the back wall was a king-size, four-poster bed; and, just beyond the royal blue throw rug, a pair of armchairs flanked a handsome fireplace, where a fire was currently roaring. There was a small bar near the armchairs, and on the wall near them was the one unusual piece of furniture in the room: a dining-room sized table that was padded on top. The overhead lights were dimmed, so the fire was the main source of light in the room. Combined with the faint smell of wood smoke, the firelight created an atmosphere that was comforting and homey and yet mildly erotic. From one of the chairs by the fireplace arose the bull whose pictures Elsie had seen on line but who was far more impressive in person. He was perhaps six-foot ten, with a medium-brown hide, shiny black horns, and warm brown eyes. Like most bulls who didn't have office jobs, he wore no shirt--just khaki slacks and cordovan loafers. His chest was broad and muscular, and Elsie suddenly imagined how it would feel to run her hands over it. "You must be Miss Elsie," the bull said as he strode toward her, holding out his hand. "I'm Jeffrey. It's a pleasure." His voice was deep and rich and, Elsie found, incredibly sexy. She shook his huge hand; his grip was simultaneously firm and gentle. "I'm delighted to meet you. I've heard very good things about you." "That's kind of you to say." Jeffrey gestured to the small bar near his easy chair. "May I offer you something? A whiskey, perhaps, or a bourbon and cola?" "Oh, no, thank you, Mister Jeffrey. Alcohol goes right to my head, and I would like to be entirely possessed of my senses for this experience." She couldn't help but smile a bit. "I see," said Jeffrey with a somewhat slyer smile. "Then I take it you would prefer...thorough service, rather than simply getting things over and done with?" "Oh, yes indeed," Elsie said with only a hint of embarrassment. "I would like all the trimmings, if you don't mind." Unabashedly, he looked her over, his big brown eyes travelling over her face, her neck, her heavy breasts, her wide hips, her strong legs, then back up again until he was looking her in the eye. "I don't mind in the least," he said. "You are a very fine woman, Miss Elsie." Elsie felt her face getting warm. "Why thank you, Mister Jeffrey," she replied. "And you are-" she looked at his broad chest again "...well, I don't believe I have the words, but I am, to say the least, very pleased with my choice thus far." Jeffrey took a half-step closer. She could smell a bit of cologne, combined with the smallest hint of his natural musk. For a faint scent, it was surprisingly heady. "You are very kind, Miss Elsie." She could practically feel his bass voice tickling the inside of her chest. She couldn't help herself; she put a hand on his upper arm, feeling soft hide over hard muscle. "Would you like to begin?" Jeffrey said warmly. Elsie slid her hand upward, over his shoulder and behind his neck, taking her time to feel every muscle, every soft fiber of his hide, as her eyes admired him in the firelight--the way his shiny black horns reflected it, the way his big brown eyes captured specks of it, as if he were magic. Her hand entered his neatly cropped black hair, and she gently pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him softly, then moved against him, her large breasts coming into full contact with his broad chest. The mere feel of his body against hers made every square inch of her skin begin to heat up with arousal. Their kisses grew longer, stronger, deeper. Jeffrey matched Elsie's softness or ardor with every kiss, responding to her like an expert dance partner. His hands, too, wandered over her back even as she explored his. Her breasts began to swell with arousal, her nipples growing hard against Jeffrey's chest until her bra began to feel tight on her. She put her lips to his ear, half-whispering, "If you don't mind, Mister Jeffrey, I would like you to remove my blouse for me." "It would be my absolute pleasure," Jeffrey answered softly. Carefully, his big hands undid each button of Elsie's while blouse, then opened it and pushed it gently over her shoulders, exposing her satiny white bra. Elsie shrugged her shoulders, allowing the blouse to drop to the floor behind her. "And, if you please..." she said, turning her back to him. Wordlessly, Jeffrey undid the four hooks of Elsie's bra. She pulled it off and let it land on top of her blouse. Then she turned back to Jeffrey, allowing him to gaze at her huge, round udders, their dark-brown nipples stiffening despite the warmth of the fire. The look in his eyes made it clear that Jeffrey appreciated her natural gifts as much as anyone at the dairy did. She pressed her bare torso against his and kissed him again, harder, open-mouthed. She entered his mouth with her tongue and he responded in kind, his broad tongue massaging the length of hers, first gently, then with increasing vigor. Her hands wandered down to Jeffrey's firm, trousered ass, and she felt his hands do the same, his fingertips tracing the curves of her plush, round bottom. His hands expanded over her globes and squeezed gently. Then she felt him lift her up off the ground. She weighed just over two hundred pounds, yet Jeffrey picked her up as easily as if she were a small child. He lifted her until her face was level with his. "If you don't mind, Miss," Jeffrey said, "my neck gets a touch sore from bending down." Elsie just smiled and wrapped her legs around Jeffrey's waist, then resumed kissing him with even more ardor than before. Almost involuntarily, her body moved subtly up and down so that her panty-covered mound rubbed against the front of Jeffrey's pants...and the sizeable lump therein. After a few minutes of intense tongue-kissing, Elsie broke off to take a breath. "Please...put me down now...Mister Jeffrey...," she panted. "I believe...I need to...be free of...more of my clothing." Jeffrey gently lowered her to the floor. Elsie went to the four-poster bed and sat on its edge to remove her shoes. Jeffrey sat down next to her and took off his loafers and socks. "Perhaps," Jeffrey said, "you would like me to finish disrobing first?" Elsie smiled. "Why yes, I believe I would." Jeffrey stood up, facing her, and removed his belt. Then he began to lower his loose-fitting khaki trousers, taking his boxers down with them. Elsie watched raptly as Jeffrey, perhaps deliberately, slowly lowered the waistband of his slacks, revealing the base of his cock. His member was thick and an almost glossy black, and it seemed to be hanging down one leg of his pants. Inch after inch, he uncovered more of his endowment as he gradually bared his strong thighs. My stars, where does it stop? Elsie thought as the waistband descended past Jeffrey's mid-thigh, revealing ever more thick, glossy cockshaft. His waistband was nearly at the top of his knee by the time his slightly conical glans was revealed. And he wasn't even fully erect. "Oh, my, Mister Jeffrey," Elsie said in awe. "Never have I seen one so...beautiful." Jeffrey's bass voice was full of warmth and humility when he answered, "Thank you very kindly, Miss." Elsie found herself reaching for Jeffrey's member, her hand moving almost of its own accord. "Do forgive me," she said breathily, incapable of looking at anything but Jeffrey's big, beautiful penis. "I find that I am...unable to control myself." "There's no need for self-control here, Miss Elsie," Jeffrey said as he gently touched her hair with his big hand. "Please, indulge yourself however you like." "Ohhh," she said as her hand closed around the shaft of his thick bull-cock. "It's just so lovely...." She began slowly stroking it, growing more excited as she watched it stiffen and rise. Soon, it was a full fifteen inches long, and Elsie could barely get her hand around it. She put her other hand on it, too, gently but almost obsessively massaging it to rock-hardness. "My goodness, Mister Jeffrey," she gasped, "I am not certain that a cock such as this will fit inside of me, but I am very anxious to find out." Hearing herself say it out loud caused her cunt to gush, utterly soaking her panties. Suddenly, merely handling Jeffrey's huge member wasn't enough. Almost without thought, Elsie dropped to her knees and began kissing and tonguing it all along its length. Her mouth and chest and belly and cunt ached with the need to make fierce, passionate love to it, this gorgeous cock that would soon be inside her, giving her the calf she wanted. Jeffrey groaned and placed his hands on Elsie's head, stroking her hair in appreciation. Elsie worked her way up from the base of his cock to the tip. Opening wide, she could just fit the glans in her mouth, moving her tongue all around it as though she were French-kissing a lover. Jeffrey groaned louder. Elsie momentarily came to her senses. It would be a terrible waste if Jeffrey were to come now. She reluctantly removed her mouth from his cock and stood up. "If you wouldn't mind," she said, "I would like to move to that padded table by the wall over there." "That would be...just fine," Jeffrey replied, breathing a bit hard. They moved over to the table, and Elsie removed her skirt and soaking-wet panties. "As I said before," said Jeffrey, looking approvingly at the fully nude Elsie and her lovely, plush backside, "you are a very fine woman." Jeffrey helped Elsie up onto the table, which put her hips at the same height as his. They kissed again, then Jeffrey's head moved down to Elsie's breasts, where the bull teased one of her nipples with his tongue. Elsie spent every work day connected to a milking machine, but this was infinitely more stimulating; Jeffrey's lips and tongue moved with such gentleness and skill that she could feel the sensations not just in her nipple but in her whole chest, her stomach, her groin. "Oh, my," Elsie gasped, "this is just...exquisite." Jeffrey lifted his head and smiled. "Well, Miss Elsie, you DID ask for all the trimmings." With that, Jeffrey placed his big hands on Elsie's breasts and knelt down so that his head was between her thighs. Elsie felt his hot breath on her cunt and felt a lightning bolt of anticipation through her groin. "My goodness, are you really about to- OH!" she cried as Jeffrey's broad, soft, masterful tongue found her clit and moved around and around it as his hands gently but firmly fondled her swollen, nearly aching breasts. She writhed slowly and sinuously on the table, unable to keep still but trying very hard not to interfere for even a moment with what Jeffrey was doing to her, over and over, his lips and tongue and fingers pleasuring her almost unbearably, making her wetter than she ever imagined possible. And then he took one hand from her breast and began to circle her clit with one big finger as his tongue penetrated her. "Mister Jeffrey!" she cried almost desperately. "I- I- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Her powerful thighs clamped around Jeffrey's head, just under his horns, as her fingers gripped the edges of the table and she thrashed hard with orgasmic ecstasy. After several seconds, Elsie's body stilled, and her thighs relaxed their grip on Jeffrey. She lifted her head to look at him. "Oh my," she said breathlessly, "I do hope...I did not...injure you in my...enthusiasm." "Not at all, Miss Elsie," he replied. "In fact, your enthusiasm is very stimulating." Jeffrey continued to lick Elsie's vagina, more slowly now, his broad tongue repeatedly making gentle upward passes from her entrance all the way up to her clit. After a few minutes of this, Elsie found herself needing much more than Jeffrey's tongue. "Mister Jeffrey," she breathed, "if you would...try to...put that...glorious cock of yours...in me now...I would be...most appreciative." "I am more than happy to oblige," Jeffrey said, standing up and allowing Elsie to put her legs up on his shoulders. Elsie was so wet, there was no need at all for lubricant. Jeffrey simply opened the lips of her vagina with one hand and placed his cockhead between them, positioning its tip at her entrance. Just seeing him there in the firelight, ready, poised to push into her, was driving Elsie mad with desire. He looked in her eyes, as if to say, Shall I? Oh yes please, she thought as she very slightly nodded her head. Holding her strong thighs, he began to ease his cockhead into her, slowly but firmly, trying to let her adjust to each quarter-inch before introducing the next. When the head was fully inside her, she gasped. "Am I hurting you?" he asked. "Not at all. This is just..." she paused to think of the right word "...extraordinary. Please, do not stop for anything." Elsie lay back and opened her thighs as wide as possible, inviting more of him into her. And in he went, inch by inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming. "Oh, my," Elsie gasped, closing her eyes and gently squeezing her sweetly aching breasts. "This is...this is...I can hardly believe I have enough room in me for...oh my goodness...I'm so FULL inside...please, don't stop until I'm all full up..." Finally, Jeffrey touched bottom and stopped pushing his cock into her. She reached down between her legs to feel; only about three inches of him remained outside of her. She had taken an entire foot of his thick, beautiful bull-cock, which now stretched her wide open in the most exquisitely wonderful way. She looked up at him and breathed, "Please fuck me." Jeffrey began to move inside her, his big hands gently gripping her thighs as he slowly withdrew most of his cock and then pushed it back in. "Ohhhh, that's...delightful," Elsie moaned. Jeffrey kept up this pattern of slow entry and withdrawal. The sheer girth of his cock stretched the rim of her cunt to the extent that every movement put pressure on her clit. She took hold of his wrists, and he allowed her to move his hands up to her breasts, now swollen huge and nearly hard with arousal. He pinched her big, brown nipples between his fingers and rolled them gently as he slowly fucked her. She undulated her hips, gracefully but powerfully, fucking them back at him in time with his strokes. Doing so made every sensation even more wonderful. "Ohhhhhh," Elsie sighed. "A...a little faster please, Mister Jeffrey." Jeffrey obliged, starting to move his cock in and out of her more vigorously and pinching her nipples a little harder. "Oh, my, yes," Elsie gasped. "Oh, your hands...and...your COCK..." she whimpered. "Miss Elsie," Jeffrey groaned, "it is...so very...beautifully...HOT inside you..." "So...wonderful...please...more...," she panted. Jeffrey gripped her breasts firmly and started pumping her. Yet his eyes were open, gazing at her admiringly even as his cock plunged into her again and again. She looked right back at him. "Put a calf in me," she gasped. "Use that big, lovely babymaker and FUCK ME PREGNANT you beautiful man!" Jeffrey gripped her tits hard and pounded her, grunting his pleasure. "Yes, YES, YES!" Elsie cried. "Fuck me! FUCK ME FULL! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" She had never come so hard in her life. She grabbed the big hands on her breasts and squeezed them as she thrashed, her cunt gripping Jeffrey's thick cock like it never wanted to let go. Jeffrey threw his head back and bellowed as he began pumping a torrent of semen into Elsie's womb, so hot and thick and MUCH that she could feel it filling her, flooding her, heating her from deep inside. When their orgasms subsided, Elsie sighed, "Oh, my...." She looked at Jeffrey, who was panting but smiling. The look in his warm brown eyes suffused her with contentment. "Mister Jeffrey," she breathed, "would you very much mind staying inside me for a little while?" "Miss Elsie," he replied, breathlessly but affectionately, "there is nothing I would rather do at this moment." Elsie sat up, and Jeffrey wrapped his big arms around her and lifted her up. Staying fully within her, he carried her a few steps to the big four-poster bed and lay down on it, so that she was on top of him, her head on his chest. Firelight They lay there for a while, Jeffrey's arm around Elsie's shoulders, while Elsie idly ran one finger along the contours of Jeffrey's muscular chest. "This is...lovely," Elsie said softly. "I entirely agree," Jeffrey answered. She liked hearing his deep voice through the wall of his chest. After a long moment, Jeffrey said, "I believe I am going to be slipping out of you soon. Would you like a-?" "Oh, yes, please," Elsie said. Jeffrey reached into the drawer of a side table and pulled out a tampon-like device, which he handed to Elsie just as his now-flaccid penis began to slide out of her. "Thank you," she said, inserting the device. "I suppose it's important to maximize my chances of conception. Although given the sheer amount you put into me, I should think the chances are rather high already. And," she added with a grin, "I DO have three more sessions paid for." Jeffrey smiled and lay back down next to her. She put her arm around his chest and snuggled up to him, head on his chest again, just listening to his breathing and the strong beat of his heart. Then, when she'd had her fill, she released him, and they got up to collect their clothes from the floor. They dressed, not exactly looking at each other, but not turning away, either. When they were both fully clothed, Elsie turned to Jeffrey and held out her hand. "It has been an extraordinary pleasure, Mister Jeffrey." Jeffrey took Elsie's hand and kissed it. "The pleasure was entirely mine, Miss Elsie. I very much hope to see you again." "I should like you to do more than see me, Mister Jeffrey," she said with a smile. Jeffrey smiled back. She walked to the door. Just as she opened it, Jeffrey called, "Miss Elsie?" She turned back and looked at him where he stood in the firelight, still so very handsome. "Yes, Mister Jeffrey?" "I know that I called you a very fine woman, but you are also...a very fine lady." Despite everything Elsie had just done with Jeffrey, she felt herself blush. "Thank you, Mister Jeffrey," she said. "Thank you very kindly." --- Firelight Moon Ch. 03 The moisten sweat of our bodies glide across on another in fits of passion. Slowly they dry in the ever-present heat of the fire. Our hands explore all the crevices of our bodies as we search for those special places that drive one another wild. Your sweet sent permeates my body and sets my mind into a rage of desire. I know I need to be inside of you to become one with you, but I want it to be savored. Gently I roll to your side and kneel next to you placing one hand carefully under you head and the other under your firm behind and lift you up to my lips for a kiss. “Where are we off to?” you ask in a smile. “Are you that anxious to get back to the bedroom?” you say in a wink. “We’ll get there but we have at least one stop to make beforehand.” You wrap your delicate arms around me as I stand up holding your naked body close against my flesh. Inside I chuckle as my standing member caresses against your cheeks as I walk you slowly around the couch towards the bay window and the sight that I have been thinking about since you suggested coming up here. “Look at how beautiful it is out there. I love this little old place.” You say as your eyes gaze across the frozen earth outside. While your attention is fixated on the folding scene outside my foot quietly slides the clothing off the rocker behind me. “It is beautiful isn’t it. To think we might get stranded up here and have to stay a couple extra days.” Your eyes spin quickly to meet mine. “But what about work?” astonishment and amazement fill the amber brown of your eyes. “I told my boss that I was taking a couple of extra personal days. He told me to have fun.” I smile as I feel your heart race with the possibility of staying. Your arms tighten around me as our lips meet again. Slowly I sit back in the rocker, draping your legs over the side. Our kiss breaks as the rockers creak against the old pine flooring. “Why don’t we sit here for awhile and watch the snow fall?” I suggest knowing well that the snow is not what I want to watch. “Oh baby I would love that.” You smile and sink heavy into my lap pressing hard against my throbbing cock. Our bodies sway back and forth with the movement of the trees in the wind outside. Your head resting against my shoulder as my hand strokes along your belly finding a resting-place in your belly button. You smile as you slowly begin to feel the excitement of your naked body begin to swell against your back. You subtly kiss me along my arm as you swing your legs off the arm of the rocker and onto the floor to sit squarely with my member nestled between the cheeks of your behind. “ I want to get a better view and make you a little more comfortable.” I can feel the delicate juices from your mound drip slowly over my balls knowing that you are as excited as I am. Your feet begin to rock us back and forth coating me in your passions and raising my excitement to new heights. I pull you in and begin to fondle your breast. Slowly I trace my fingers across your nipples. They roam down and across your swollen clit. I begin a slow circling motion and can here the excitement in your breath. Slowly my finger swirls around with an occasional light press across. I can feel you shutter against me as I gently squeeze and rub it in between my thumb and forefinger. I slid my middle finger down across the center of your moistened slit starting from your clit down. It plunges deep inside your waiting heat as you gasp with the sudden intrusion. Deep inside I feel the rough folds of you g-spot and work it at the same time as your clit. I feel you start you clinch around my finger as you pull my hair with your free hands. Knowing you are close and not wanting you to go just yet I run my hand back up the length of your body and tilt your head back for a kiss. You lightly return my kiss then suckle in my bottom lip tugging slightly with your teeth. I follow you as you let go of my lip and lean forward, but you push me back down. While leaning forward you push my feet up on the tips of the rockers feet. Slowly and gently you slide yourself onto my throbbing cock. I gasp as you envelope me and clinch as I slide quickly into you. You use all your control to pulsate your moistened heat around me. I feel you ripple up and down me without moving. I urge you with my body to begin sliding. In my desires my feet slip back to the floor and instinctively begin to rock. “No. No. No. Get them back up there.” You say as you lean you body back into mine stopping the motion. I return my feet to there perch on the rocker feet as our bodies form into each other. You begin again with the kegal exercises that help you control your orgasms. Then slowly you rock yourself against me. The sensations of your body gliding against mine and the constant pulsing of your hot pussy against my cock make me try to rock faster. With each try you slow our motion to a pace that keeps me on the brink of insanity. “Relax and enjoy baby. I want this to last. I want you to beg me to make you explode.” I gasp as you ride down on me hard. “You set the pace. I want to start begging now!” I chuckle. You lean harder into me, and reach to pull my lips into your neck from behind. I nip and bite softly along you neck and shoulder. The rocking does not separate us, but allows me to move slightly inside of you. Moans of pleasure fill the air as the friction increases between us. I feel my stiffened rod rubbing rough against your g-spot. With each slight movement I feel my pre-cum mixing with your sweet nectar. As the intensity builds you need to feel my cock driving into you. You lean slightly more forward and slide along my pole until the lips are just covering around my swollen head. With a quick rhythm you begin to rock the chair with your arms. Each downward rock thrust me up into you slapping my balls against your dripping mound. I feel myself start to throb and swell as I begin to closer to loosing control. I grad your shoulders and thrust your body harder against me. You instinctively slow down to hold me off for a little longer. Each time you come down on me you stop for a moment and I feel the walls that envelope me begin to tighten with your muscle control. I know you are as close and as anxious as I am. I hear you moan as you grab a hold of the rockers arms and begin to thrust harder against my inflamed passions. Screams of ecstasy fill the cool air as you begin to orgasm over my cock. Your hot juices begin to flow over my cock and I feel them dripping off me onto the rockers seat. My restrain fails and I feel my first loads start to come up. Quickly I push you slightly forward as you gasp. I quickly grab a hold of my pulsating cock. My load sprays up across your bare back sending you into a new wave of orgasms. Spurt after spurt of hot cum covers the length of you back as I stroke my throbbing member. You moan intensely as each new stream hits you. “That’s so hot baby!” you cry as I cover your back in trickling trails of white. As my final load shoots I hit your round ass with the tip of my cock leaving the last remnants of cum. Slowly you collapse against me. Our bodies seal with the heat of out passions and my subtle juices. You rub against me coving my chest and your back in a thin layer of cum. “Oh baby that was so hot. I was going so hard then you blew all over my back. Oh my god I can’t believe that.” You say as you settle back into me. “You know we’re going to have to take a shower now.” Your smile creases through as you reach back and kiss me. “I know baby. But I don’t think either of us is going to complain about that”………………….