0 comments/ 6642 views/ 2 favorites I Like To... By: ky_fella_57 I Like... ...to Taste Your Cock After You Make Love to Me Lying on my back in the bed, Marie crawled between my legs. Up to that point, my cock had not grown hard, but that was soon to change. She gently took it in her hand, and fed it into her mouth, savoring the softness with soft moans. I gasped as the wet warmth of her mouth engulfed my limp cock. Marie's long fingers cupped my testicles and gently massaged them. Looking down at her, she was smiling back at me with her mouth stuffed with cock. I stroked her hair and smiled in approval of what she was doing. This approval was all Marie needed to continue. I knew it would not take long for my cock to grow into a raging shaft in her mouth. I watched as it grew in length and girth and she mouthed it. As only Marie can do, she immediately started deep throating my cock. The sensations were incredible. Feeling my cock in her throat and hearing her gasp and gag on it was thrilling. With skill, Marie devoured my cock into her mouth and throat. Not being able to hold it any longer, she pulled off coughing and gasping for air as thick saliva drooled from her lips and onto the head of my cock where she would stir it on the head and the shaft with her tongue drawing thick globs of clear saliva. Marie took a deep breath and swallowed the cockmeat again forcing it deep. She started pumping up and down and the juicy sounds of her mouth fucking my cock were loud as she gasped for air. It was all I could do to hold back from delivering a load! Finally, she held just the head in her mouth. Grasping the base of my cock with her hand, she began licking and sucking the head that was now producing pre-cum from the tip. Seeing the pre-cum now seeping, she tugged upward on my shaft causing the clear sticky liquid to string from her lips and tongue. Her tongue artfully circled the knob spreading her thick salvia and my pre-cum making the head glisten. I heard her let out a small chuckle indicating to me she was having fun playing with the juices. Slowly her tongue circled the head and she lifted up to cause strings of juices dripping from her tongue. Her oral skills are amazing and I enjoyed watching her pleasure me. Of course, she was being pleasured in pleasuring me. Once again, her mouth took the length of my cock and slide to the back of her throat as she bobbed up and down gagging each time she took it all in. I let Marie enjoy playing with my cock, but, eventually, I reached down for her, pulled her to my face, kissed her deep then said, "Let me have you baby." With a lusty look in her eyes, she said, "I have been preparing for this all day Doug. While you were gone, and for you baby, I made myself cum twice just thinking about sucking your cock like this and most of all, letting you take me baby. My pussy is ready. Now take me baby. Screw my pussy until I cum hard." Marie straddled my lap, reached under and guided my wet cock into her warm juicy pussy. Oh the feeling and sensations of it slipping into her tight, wet pussy was wonderful. No words were spoken and we let our bodies do all the talking. Laying over me, Marie raised and lowered her juicy pussy up and down on my shaft. My hands rubbed her back and sides enjoying the warmth of her skin. Soft moans filled the room. I eventually wrapped my arms around her, and pinned her to my body. "Just lay here baby girl. No up and down movement, just lovers embraced in a love making position. Now, feel me flinch my cock in your sweetness." I flexed my hard rod in her tight slit making her jerk in pleasure. "Oh Doug, god baby your rod is so hard and rigid. My tight pussy needs more. Please...please let me ride you hard Doug!" She moaned out. "Not this time baby. Use your mind to enjoy the feeling and sensations." I commanded her. "Now squeeze that stiff cock with your pussy muscles baby. I want to feel your pussy contract on my shaft as you milk it" "Mmmmm, yes baby" she muttered. I felt her work her muscles deep in her sweet slit as my cock pulsed inside of her. "Use your mind to work it Marie. Think of what you thought about earlier today as you masturbated for me." In obedience, all she could do was moan and mutter incoherent words. We lay in that position and used no movement, just focus and concentration on our bodies being intertwined in passion. No talking, just moans. Since Marie had already prepared herself, her orgasm came fast. "Oh god Doug, oh baby...I am cumming for you! Your cock and passion are sending me over the edge, yesss...cumming for my lover." She muttered. I held her tight not allowing her to move as her pussy contracted on my cock. This was all I needed and my cock responded by exploding in her womb. Gush after gush of my cum splashed deep in her sweet pussy. Marie's whimpers and moans were intense and her breathing labored as we locked together in passion. As our orgasms subsided, Marie moved and my juiced cock slipped from her dripping pussy. Slowly she slid down my body and in between my legs. Without saying a word, she took my cock in hand as I watched her lick the juice and cum from it savoring the juices we had produced. Her eyes closed as she licked my shaft clean. Marie then sat up, took my cock in hand and pulled up on the shaft producing a glob of cum. She sat there looking at it and playing with it. Then she asked, "Baby, let me eat your cum, please?" Smiling at her, I said, "Show me how much you love my cum Marie." She smiled back and bent down, gathered the glob of cum, then lifted her head back and let the cum run down her throat. She smacked her lips looked at me and said, "Sweet lover, it is better than I imagined when I made myself cum today. I so enjoy the taste of your cock and cum after you make love to me." Again, she pulled up on my shaft and licked a glob of hot cum, let it slide back on her tongue, then down her throat. WOW! After pulling myself back together, I said, "Good Lioness. Now I am hungry. Do you have any suggestions?" I Like To Eat Your Pussy After I Make Love to It "Of course I have a suggestion, Doug. I like the way you eat my pussy after your long fat cock fucks it and fills it with your creamy cum," Marie replied with a gleeful tone in her voice. "Is that right? I am very hungry baby girl." I responded. "Oh goodie! Get to eating baby" she replied. Marie turned herself on the bed and propped herself up with pillows. "I want to watch you eat me baby." With her legs hanging over the edge and her feet drawn up resting on the bed she positioned her pussy so I could kneel on the floor giving me full access! Without hesitation, I dropped off the bed and knelt at the edge. Before me was her gorgeous pussy, wet with her juices and the remnants of my cum oozing from the lips. I looked up at her, along her belly, past her sweet tits and saw a BIG smile on her face. I spread her lips with my fingers exposing the pink of her pussy glistening with juices. Sliding my finger up and down her moist slit smearing the slickness everywhere. Taking her left lip in my fingers, I massaged them feeling the puffiness. I pulled the lip together, leaned in and licked it...then puckered and sucked it into my mouth making her moan. I took the other lip and ministered to it the same way making her moan more. I glanced up and she was watching as I dined on her pussy lips. "Baby, your pussy lips are a delicacy. I do enjoy them." I said. "Eat me more Doug, eat my horny pussy please," she replied. My hand rubbed up her lips onto her mound. I let my hand press down on her mound and my thumb found her slit and slid in. With pressure on her mound, I shook her body making her twitch. Sliding my hand lower, I let two fingers slip into the warm depths and screw in and around in her pussy making Marie moan louder. "Oh baby, that feels sweet and perfect. More." She moaned. Her pussy was so wet from being fucked earlier that I slide a third finger in and started pumping in and out. Marie responded with her body and lifted her ass off the bed with each in inward thrust. With fingers in her pussy, I leaned in and opened my mouth and my tongue found her clit causing her to let out a yelp and said, "God yes Doug, that's the spot, please don't stop until I cum for you!" Her words drove me to lick and suck her clit and hood with abandon. Eating her pussy was enjoyable and I was going to make sure she enjoyed it. Sucking and licking her clit and mound with fingers fucking her slit, Marie lifted her ass off the bed and shouted, "Oh god Doug, I am cumming baby, eat it more. Eat my fucking pussy baby!" I felt her hands grab the back of my head as I ate her pussy the way she wanted. I felt her pussy tighten as her orgasm took her. "Oh fucckckkkk baby, I am cumming hard for you! I love how you eat my sloppy pussy after you have fuckeeedddd it baby!" My lover came hard...very hard! She pulled on my head and I stood up and came to her mouth and we kissed deep. Her mouth was hot and slick with juice and her breathing deep. We broke the kiss, and she said, "Oh Doug...you drive me crazy with lust. Please baby...please, please, please, fuck me again? I smiled and said, "My pleasure Baby." And I pulled her to the edge and slammed my cock deep into her pussy! I Like to Drive I like to drive. I like to leave the overcast and lonely city full of fast going people in their obscuring beige and gray trench coats. All of them blending together and yet ignoring one another, like pigeons milling about. There, in the city, I despise driving. It is stop and go, a jilting journey of endless lights in which I never actually enjoy going anywhere That final release of arrival is unsatisfying after the staccato actions of getting there. I allow my desire to leave build over days and weeks, a pent up restlessness. And then I let myself go. I drive south, the ocean to my right, and am liberated from the road blocks; the pearl string of traffic lights; the un-desirous tonations of cars and sighing, depressed bridges. When I pass the final light onto the old freeway, I flow unobstructed on the gray winding pavement amongst the beautiful and verdant giant trees. Slowly and languorously I direct my car, as if the road to getting to a place is the pleasure itself. I hum lowly and small sighs and gasps escape across my warm, damp tongue. My soft belly moves out, sucking my breath in more deeply and more slowly with each breath. As I take the winding turns and my hands slip gently over the cool wheel, my muscles loosen and my eyes droop into a half gaze. My neck gently gives and my head rolls minutely from side to side with the curves of the road. I am like the tiny apex of a redwood just moving slightly as if aroused by a small breeze. When I come deep into the valley just before it climbs up again to the last hill that then drops to the ocean, I do not often see another driver. But I have encountered one from time to time. A man comes up behind me slowly and quietly from long distances. He comes on a matte black Ducati, his face and skull covered in an iridescent black helmet with no seams. His limbs look as if flat black leather has been melted onto them. He will tail me for miles and miles. I never can even estimate how long he has been there because I am so engaged in the round voluptuousness of the road. When I finally do notice, I watch his body fluidly bob to the left and then to the right as he balances the curves of the road. Sometimes I will catch him leisurely let a knee fall to the side, opening the groin of that side of his body into an exposed triangle. Sometimes, he will even lean backÑalmost uprightÑand carefully but fearlessly take one hand to a hip. What skill he shows, in these moments of leisurely bravery, I admire. I slowly lick my lips after he finally begins to pass. When he does pass, it is not fast. The velocity is just slightly faster than my own. It is only as he slowly but deliberately cuts in front of the hood of my car that he will finally bolt forward. He may wave at this point, a quick flip of his wrist and then a finger pointed to the sky. Then the leather above his wrist will slide down, exposing a slim line of skin. I lean forward and smile lightly, secretly, as if I am conspiring with myself. The hidden dimples of my cheeks come out, which only appear when I am aroused and my mouth sets into this very specific pose. On this particular day, I am spontaneously drawn from the city for a drive and my body is more on edge. My fingers tingle when I touch the wheel and the sun is pressing through the grayness of the sky. My heart is rambunctious beneath my rib cage and I swear I hear the small crescendo of waves as my blood moves to the many small crevices of my lower body. I am enlivened and irritated on my ride that usually softens and relaxes my muscles. I have passed through the triad of valleys that lead to the greenest and most remote part of my drive. I begin to think how I have never stopped to look closely at the stream that runs along this deepest valley. So I stop, confident I am safe on this narrow path of road from which I have never ventured. The car door thumps closed satisfyingly behind me. I am engulfed in the quietness of the running stream and the soft crunch of moss as I step on the mounds of rock lining the clear creek. I close my eyes. I sit. My mind empties whiles the stream continues its own long road past. At some point, I feel a hand on my shoulder. It alights softly but firmly. I am brave though and remain unsurprised by this intrusion. All day, my body has known something. I am sure now that when I open my eyes and turn, I will find the man who has travelled behind me many times. As I turn my head slightly to look at my shoulder, I find the familiar slim line of elegant wrist skin and my tongue immediately begins to water as the scent of leather, fresh tobacco and the sweetness of redwoods come to me. I am not afraid as his other hand molds to my spine between my shoulder blades. The mound of his thumb joint presses into the protruding bone at the base of my neck. Like pushing a lever, my head falls back and my neck lengthens. His hand surrounds my throat from behind firmly, but with the distinct pressure that exists just before any of your air is occluded from your windpipe. He strokes my neck deeply with a leather covered thumb. He stays behind me massaging my neck with gentle roughness and I realize only my breath is audible as it starts to come faster. I turn fully around to look at him and stare into the black opalescent glass of his helmet. I reach forward, toward his helmet. He stops my hands, gathers them behind me and holds them there. He drags his hand to the v at the neck of my dress. He palms my breast over the grey translucent dress beneath my tan coat, and then pushes his thumbs over my nipples. Rubbing up and down against my agitated nipples, I begin to make long ÒyesÓ noises over and over. My warm cunt drips thick moisture already. With a knee, he spreads my bent knees and quickly brings a hand under my dress and between my thighs. He stops at the top of my legs, deeply massaging the tendons of my groin. He lightly drags his covered, soft fingers down the inside of my legs. This likely lasts a matter of seconds but I want his leather hands to fuck me so bad it seems like hours have passed in which I have been denied something like water or air. ÒPlease touch me,Ó I beg, my tone serious. Obligingly, he lays a leather-gloved thumb over my clit and begins to circle around and around. Pushing back the swollen hood of my clit, he intermittently stops and puts pressure on my erect bulb of nerves. Silently, I mouth deep unknown words over and over and begin to shake in my lower legs from flexing onto the balls of my feet so strongly. Just before I come to the place where I will stop existing anywhere but deep in my body, his fingers slowly halt to a stop. He brings his hands to the back of my dress and brings the zipper down one tooth at a time. I am looking into the black globe of his helmet wondering what color his eyes are. My mouth salivates at the black hairs pushing through to top of his skin at the junction of his jaw and neck. I bend forward and sink my teeth softly into his neck so that I might feel his stubble on my tongue. When my zipper is half down, he pulls the front of my dress forward so that my cream lace bra is exposed. Looking down, I am excited even more by the brownish red skin pushing at the holes of the lace. He moves the straps of my bra down my shoulders just enough, and my breasts are fully visible. He puts his leather arm behind my back and brings me down against the mossy rocks. My flushed skin is soothed as he rubs himself, fully clothed, against the naked skin of my chest. He plunges two gloved fingers into my swollen cunt and pulls his fingers forward. I silently scream as I stiffen my entire body, arch my back and come. The sky above, through the canopy of the redwoods, is infinitely blue and the corners begin to buzz golden. As I continue to come with him caressing and caressing that spot deep inside me, he lays the side of his hand across my mouth and I bite hard, tasting the flat hide of his gloves. After returning, I sit up onto my elbows. He is on his hands and knees in front of me and raises himself to sitting, placing his hands gently on his reinforced leather knees. His cock is pushing against his black leather pants. I continue to lean forward until I am on hands and knees in front of him. I lay my tongue on his neck as I solemnly unbutton his pants and pull them down. From his pocket he retrieves a condom and I suck his neck as I roll it down his cock. I do this so slowly and so controlled, that I have the feeling of near explosion or near sobbing as I continue to devour his neck. He startles me by pushing me forward. He flips me unceremoniously around and onto my hands and knees. My belly drops, my heart pushes forward, and my pelvis tilts back as an invitation to his cock. He holds his dick right at my entrance and my belly pushes down and down as my breathing speeds with anticipation. He wraps his leather glove around my face and I bite down onto my own metallic taste. Then he places his hand on the small of my back and grips my hip with the other. My body fills with the pressure of his cock in me. I am so lost in embodiment and the deep release of my small pelvic muscles that tears come down my cheeks. I am so joyous at being fucked on my hands and knees in the serene forest. I go somewhere deep inside myself and all sound stops except the slap of his groin to my pelvis as he rubs himself over and over into me.