0 comments/ 56012 views/ 6 favorites Liberation By: BlackSnake My father had always been an asshole. I decided that growing up watching the way he treated my mother. I was determined not to allow him to treat me the same way. I, of course, failed. He called me everything from stupid to a slut. I don't even remember a time when I looked up to my father for anything other than his height. He spoiled every chance that I had at romance. He would hit me and call me a street whore every time he found out that I had a boyfriend. I tried to hide my relationships, but some how he found out and didn't hesitate to embarrass me in front of other people. It seemed that I had been planning my eighteenth birthday my entire life. I had one goal in mind, and that was to leave my father's house forever. I had been sneaking the things I wanted to take with me out of the house little by little. I could tell by the way my mother looked at me that she knew I was planning something and often voiced it to my father who dished out more of his abuse at me. I had also noticed the way my father looked at my body when he called me a tramp and a whore. The fucker was getting excited, and after witnessing the way he took my mother where ever he desired, I figured that I couldn't put it past him to try something with me. The thought of being raped horrified me, but I had to consider it as a real possibility. I snuck out to the clinic and got birth control. The last thing I wanted was to be carrying around my father's demon seed. I also allowed strange men to have sex with me, so I could prepare myself for the possibility of my father's vile touch. On my birthday, things started just like I had predicted. I had my book bag with a pair of sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt. I had all of my other things stored in duffle bag at a friend's house. All I needed to do was to make it out of the house. I was discovered by my mother. "Where in the hell do you think you're going," my mother said standing between me and the front door. My father heard my mother and came stomping through the house in his wife-beater t-shirt and blue slacks. "You're not going anywhere," my father said pushing me back into my bedroom and locking my mother out. When he unzipped his pants I knew that he was intent on raping me. As much as I tried to prepare myself, I was really scared, but also very angry. "You're going to rape me, aren't you?" I asked as if I didn't know. "That's what sluts like you deserve," he said pushing me back on my bed. "You're right, Jim," I replied calling him by his first name. "And since that's all I have ever been to you then here." I pulled off my panties with my shorts and through them at him, and then I pulled my top off over my head and hit him in the face with it. I quickly got my bra off. "Is this how you want me," I shouted at him spreading my legs wide. My father never looked me in the eye the entire time. He kept looking between my legs and at my tits as he took off his clothes. He looked even more disgusting than I imagined he would. His short uncircumcised erection pointed straight out from his hairy body. I kept trying to make eye contact with him as he stuck his cock inside of me. Each time our eyes met, he looked quickly away. I humped and rolled against him as he thrust his little cock inside of me. "You like your daughter's pussy? You like fucking your own child? You like raping your own child?" I kept asking him over and over again as I fucked him harder than he was fucking me. I wanted him to remember that he was raping his own daughter. I pushed him off me as soon as I felt him shooting his cum in me. I grabbed my bag and found my mother standing right outside the door. "You see what kind of man he is?" I asked my mother. "This is his nasty cum coming out of me. He fucking raped his own daughter." "He's not your father," my mother replied. I almost fainted. "You bitch!" I shouted at her and slapped her as hard as I could before running out the door naked with my bag in my hand. I ran behind the neighbor's house and dressed, while the old Johnson watched me from his back porch. "You want me to call the police?" he asked. "No, they are both going to hell anyway," I said to him. He must have realized that I was running away, because he gave me all the money he had in his wallet and told me not to look back. I didn't look back. I ran as fast as I could away from there. My friend Ronald let me shower at his apartment. I knew that he always had a crush on me, and since I was never coming back to that town, I decided to allow him to have sex with me. I knew it wasn't what he really wanted, but it was all I could give him. Ronald was so sweet and gentle that he washed away the filth of my father's touch. We rolled around in his bed until it was time for him to take me to the bus station. I actually felt better, and determined to make a new start. I took the bus heading east, because I'd heard all the stories about girls going to Hollywood to become stars and ended up as street whores. I had my sights set on Atlanta. The further away I got from my hometown the better I felt. The other passengers on the bus looked like they were looking for something different to happen in their lives. The girl that I sat next to on the bus pulled at the loose string on her cut-offs. I could sense that our situation was somewhat similar due to the dirt on her face and hands. It made me wonder just how many girls ran away from home. Everyone in my home town who knew of my plans to get as far away from my parents as I could, warned me to be careful. I heard one horror story after another. Some of the stories were told in an attempt to get me to forget the foolish idea of leaving home. The stories about pimps lurking around bus stops looking for run-a-ways stayed with me. Candice, the girl I sat next to, seemed like the kind of girl who would fall victim to such cons. She looked scared like she wanted someone to come along and take care of her. I'd had enough of a man's rule over me. Some how I knew that no matter how hard I tried to warn her, she would end up falling for a pimp's game. It was almost comical at every stop the bus made, I could see a man looking for an un-expecting young woman with big dreams. I had no dreams other than never to have to look in my parents faces again. I even pointed out the men who looked like pimps, and others who acted like pimps. At a stop in Mississippi, I lost Candice. As the bus was pulling off, I saw her getting into a big car with tinted windows. I felt sorry for her, but I had to concentrate on taking care of myself. I went over in my mind the things I needed to do to get myself settled. I needed a place to stay and a job. I didn't have any working experience, but I was sure to find something. The Atlanta bus station was busier than any I had come to before then. With all the people standing around, it was hard to figure out who might be a danger to me. It became very clear once I stepped out side how dangerous a city could be. There were at least a dozen or so very unfriendly cops directing people away from pick-up areas and from the street. Across from the bus station was a very busy strip club. It was the first one I had seen up close and I was across the street. There were signs all along the street directing club goers. I saw other men who looked like pimps talking to young women right in front of the cops. I was lucky to get a cab and asked him where I could find a good motel. He looked me up and down and then warned me of the danger of being in the downtown area. He told me that I could find cheaper motels just outside the city and would be able to use the public transportation to get around where I wanted to go. I guess that the black man was an honest to god African. It was something in his tone that led me to trust what he said. He drove me about twenty minutes north of Atlanta to a place called Marietta and showed me a lot of places along the highway. He took me to a motel that had an all night diner next to it. The cab driver was nice enough to stay while I got checked in, which I thought was very nice of him. The motel room was the first place I ever had of my own. I filled the tub and took a very long bath. It felt so good not having to wonder if my father was going to burst through the door and rape me. I laughed at the thought of his little cock and how weak he became after he came inside of me. I went next door to the busy diner and ordered myself a big meal. There were a lot of girls my age there from the college I was told that was a mile up the road. They looked like they had so much going for them. I finished my meal and no one even noticed that I had been there. At home, everyone knew my name. Back in my room I turned on the television and found there were only two things that I could watch, the news about murder and corruption or adult movies. I chose the adult movies, because they were at least entertaining. I got up the next morning eager to see the area where I had landed. I put on my mini-skirt, wedge sandals, and mid-riff tank that I had been called a slut and a whore for buying by my parents. I even wore a thong, because it was my choice to do so. The sun was blazing hot and my hair fell before I could get across the street. The only breeze came from passing cars that lifted my skirt. It had been a while since I got a thrill out of someone blowing their car horn at me. But the sun was still way too hot for me. A black man in a blue sedan stopped on the road next to me. He rolled down his car window and yelled at me that it was too hot for me to be walking and told me to get in his car. He was right, but I still don't know why I got in his car. I told him that I was trying to get to know the area. He seemed to act like I was insane for walking out in the heat no matter what I was trying to do. He offered to show me around the area in his car. We had been driving around the area for nearly an hour before I realized that Chris, the man, hadn't stared at my legs or anything. He talked to me like he had known me all his life. What was stranger was that he didn't fail to notice any woman we passed by, even the ones in cars. He pulled into a bar and grill and got out without asking me if I wanted to go there. The thing of it was that I was hungry. When the waiter came, Chris told him that we were going to have one check. He insisted that I ordered what I wanted stating it would be stupid of me not to do so when he was picking up the check. I began to let my guard down and tell him a little about me. Before I knew it, I was pouring my heart out to the guy. He just made it so easy, and he really listened. I ate heartily, not realizing just how much until I was done. We began talking about movies, and then we left the place for the video store. We picked out a few movies together. I wasn't even worried one little bit when he took me to his upscale apartment. It had vaulted ceilings and a fireplace. He made popcorn and margaritas, since I mentioned that I wanted to try it. It was really early in the morning when I got a look from him that told me that he wanted to sleep with me. I felt flattered and leaned against his shoulder. I looked up at him and found his soft brown lips waiting. I moved up wrapping my arms around his neck as our tongues moved in and out of each others mouths. His hands were so gentle all over my body as he stripped me completely naked. I worked his pants open and pulled out his big cock. I was fascinated with his fabulous cock. It was heavy, and thick, and long, and dark, and juicy, and beautiful. I stroked it moving my fingers over the thick veins. The head was like a helmet from Star Wars. I had to stretch my mouth to get it inside. I enjoyed sucking any cock before then. He laid me down on the floor and stretched me severely as he worked his big cock inside of me. I loosened enough to take him and tried my best to keep up with his hard pounding. I could hardly tell whether I was having an orgasm or not with the pleasure I was feeling from his huge cock. I passed out when I felt his cum shooting inside of me. I had a very happy dream that night. I woke to his kisses on my tits, which made me smile. The way he was paying attention to my nipples made me believe that he really liked them. We showered together and I gave him a blowjob before we got out. He gave me a shirt to put on, which felt great against my naked body. We sat together on the sofa making out and he told me that a woman would be coming over. I didn't care. I was surprised that he bothered to tell me in the first place. I pulled his cock from under his robe and began sucking on it again. I swallowed his tangy thick cum, something I never did before I met him. The woman that came to Chris's apartment was beautiful. Her hair was long and shiny, her breasts were large, her hips flared from her small waist and her legs were very long. Chris held me close to him kissing me often. I assumed that he wanted to show that I was with him. The woman was very nice to me. She had the same kind of charm as Chris. I had never given a woman a second thought, but Sandra, the woman was hot. Chris got his camera and Sandra sat next to me posing for him. I felt shy not having my hair done or makeup on, but Sandra was having fun and I started having fun. She lifted her top to show her huge tits for Chris and I felt compelled to show mine also, but I exposed more of myself than Sandra. Sandra took hold of my tits and put one of my nipples in her mouth as Chris continued taking pictures of us. I kissed and licked her tits as well. We kept playing and posing in more and more provocative positions. We ended up outside on his third floor balcony completely naked posing for the camera. Sandra took the camera and began taking pictures of Chris and I. She took pictures of me sucking on his huge cock and then of him shoving his huge cock in me posing in different positions. I was having so much fun that it didn't bother me to take pictures of Sandra sucking Chris's cock and fucking her like he had fucked me. Sandra posed with me again, and then she kissed me. I had never kissed a woman like that, but I had thoughts of it a time or two. She kissed down my neck to my tits and over my stomach to my wet pussy. I started getting dizzy as she went down on me. I came hard causing both Chris and Sandra to laugh. I felt obliged to return the favor, going down on Sandra. Chris didn't seem to miss one move we made with the camera. We took pictures for a few hours. Sandra dressed and said her goodbyes. I was giddy. I'd had sex with another woman, something that no one would have told me I would have done. Chris seemed very proud of me and that made me happy. He took me to the Mall and bought me some jeans, tops, and shoes. He told me that my pussy was too pretty to be covered by panties. I hung on to his arm tightly. We went by a print shop and hung around for a couple of hours, so Chris could pick up a poster that he wouldn't let me see. I was curious, but respectful of him. We went and picked up a friend of Chris's. His friend, Mike, was a really good looking medium brown skinned black man, but was skinny. Mike was really nice, but I could tell that Chris didn't command him. Mike carried a laptop bag with him. Chris revealed that Mike was his webmaster. Chris opened the poster, while I kept my eyes closed. When I opened them, I saw that the poster was of me, nude out on the balcony. It looked great. It had my name in dramatic fashion on it. Chris told me that Mike had created it. I hugged Mike to thank him. Chris told me to kiss Mike while he took pictures. I understood where Chris wanted me to go with that. Mike played alone with me. It was amazing how well we clicked. We kissed while he felt me up. I was dripping wet. I went down on my knees and pulled out his cock and nearly fainted. I thought Chris had the biggest cock I have ever seen until Mike's cock was staring me right in my face. I took Mike's cock with my hands stacked on top of each other and there was plenty enough room for another hand. I would never have suspected that Mike had a tool like that in his pants. I tried to show both of the men how well I could suck on the big cock. Chris kept taking pictures as I stretched my mouth over the fat head. I licked, kissed, and sucked all over the thing knowing that I was going to have it in me. I got so caught up with sucking on Mike's big dick that I didn't realize that Chris was no longer taking pictures. Chris asked Mike if he would make a video with me. I understood that they were talking about making a porn video. I felt excited about that. I stood trying to stay out of their way while they talked, but kept my hand on Mike's big cock. Mike told me that he wanted to spend the night with me, which Chris agreed to, and then left us in his apartment alone. I had completely forgotten that I had not paid for my motel room, so Chris stopped by and picked up my things. I was just dying to have Mike's big cock inside of me. I stripped naked showing him that I was ready whenever he was. He began kissing me and it felt like I was with the love of my life. He stuffed me full and fucked me harder than anyone ever tried. I did my very best to match him stroke for stroke, but most of it was me bouncing up from the mattress. After a while, I thought he would cum, but he kept going with the same hard stroke. I came a couple of times, but he was running a marathon. When he pulled out, it felt like he was still inside of me. He turned me over and oiled my tight asshole. I almost lost my mind. He slid his finger up my anal canal and fucked me steadily with it as he continued adding more oil. After a while, he slid a second finger in me, stretching me wider. He twisted his fingers as he moved them in and out. I relaxed getting into the flow of the fucking motion. Mike replaced his fingers with a small dildo that I was able to stand. He worked the dildo in me fast and slow moving it around and causing me to have another orgasm. I gasped when Mike replaced the dildo with his big hard cock. He shoved it up my asshole with one long continuous stroke. I cried out as he pounded me with the strength of ten men, it seemed. My asshole felt like it was on fire with no water to cool it off. He pulled my hips back to him as he shoved the full length of his cock in me. It seemed like he had fucked me all night up my ass. I woke sore and alone in the bed. My things from the motel were next to me on the bed. My asshole still felt like it was on fire. I heard Chris and Mike talking about me in the other room. It sounded like they were having an argument and then everything went quiet. My heart started beating faster as I got up from the bed to go see what was going on. Chris and Sandra sat looking a Mike while he paced back and forth talking on a cell phone. Both Chris and Mike looked very annoyed. Sandra ushered me into the bathroom as soon as she saw me. She told me that Chris and Mike were trying to workout a business deal that wasn't going well. She took off her clothes and got in the shower with me. She knew that Mike had anal sex with me and told me of her first experience with him. She warned me not to fall in love with him, because I would only become jealous went another girl comes alone that he needs to fuck. She said the first time that she had sex with him, she wanted to marry him, but he was more concerned about them having sex mechanically correct. She admitted that every time she saw him that she wanted to fuck him. We made out in the shower and then went back out. Chris and Mike said that we were starting to film a movie that Mike had been working on for over a year. Sandra was also to be in the movie. I was so excited. I had somehow dropped right into the middle of the porn scene. Liberation Five years. Five years, in which so much had happened, so many things had changed – in her mind at least. But as she sat across from him now, talking of vacations and his sister – one of her oldest friends – and their recent pasts and future plans, it seemed, in some ways, as if they had only seen each other the previous month. She hadn't known he was there in their hometown, a hometown she herself had not visited in two years. So she hadn't planned to see him, but the chance meeting had made her want to recapture something of their times together, however remotely. There hadn't been many – they lived in different countries and had never officially dated – but they had been good. And the naughty correspondence they had shared over many months had made it seem as if there had been more. He looked at her now as he had always done: straight in the eyes. She was relieved. So many people had been incapable of looking her in the eyes this past year – including her own husband. She wondered if he saw her as she had been, or if his image of her was the same as the one she had in her mind's eye. A few hours earlier, as she had dressed to go out, she had taken a long, hard look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was still so short, though thicker now – kind of trendy-looking really. She had run her finger up and down the silky-feeling, new, new skin that ran from just under her ribcage down to her pubic bone, and her thoughts had returned to that day she had dared for the first time to confront herself in the full-length mirror. What she had seen then was the image that she still retained of herself; something that she equated with a death-camp survivor: thin, bald and scarred. Not her. Not the vivacious, voluptuous woman she had been. And here was a man who had known that woman; but they didn't talk about it, their past relationship. It seemed as if they couldn't or shouldn't. Later she would realize that this was partly because the air had been charged with the sexual tension that had always surrounded the two of them together. She would never know what exactly had caused the tension to spark. All she would remember was that, as they waited in the cool night air for their cab to arrive, suddenly they had been kissing, drinking deeply of each other, their bodies pressed together hungrily and their hands rediscovering the contours they had known before. It was all they could do not to rip each other's clothes off in the cab. As soon as she closed the door of his house behind her, she felt herself slammed against it, his body against hers, and his breath on her neck. His hands were running over her buttocks, pulling her into him. Her hands were in his hair and around his back, trying to get closer still. Their breathing was deep and full of longing as he nibbled, kissed and licked her neck, and she lost herself in the feeling. He led her up the stairs like a virgin to the altar, or perhaps it was a prisoner to the bar. Like that virgin, she was filled with a strange mix of eagerness and trepidation. But like that prisoner, she was afraid to be judged and found wanting. The nature of their relationship had never been romantic, although she knew from his sister that he had had strong feelings for her. They had always enjoyed their encounters as pure pleasure – giving and taking freely, with no promises and no frills. He had never undressed her slowly, preferring to give his attention to her body. And now he began to remove his own clothes methodically, as if they were an old married couple. She was glad this hadn't changed. She didn't want to feel anything different from before, and it left her in control of how she revealed herself to him now. He lay back on the bed, his hands under his head, watching her as she undressed. For a moment, she stared at his impressive erection. She had forgotten how big he was. She smiled to herself as she remembered the first time she had seen his cock, how her eyes had almost popped out of her head, and how she had been sure it would hurt her. But he had never hurt her. He was attentive and skilled, and the memory of his expertise caused her insides to squirm and her juices to flow. She had started with her pants and panties, not ready as yet to expose the changes in her body. She turned away from him to take off her shirt, laying it carefully on the armchair, and removed her bra with her back to him. She swallowed and took a deep breath before turning to face him again and approach the bed. He sprang to a kneeling position, reaching his arms out to her and seizing her by the waist to haul her towards him. Just as he used to do. They knelt there together, their bodies intertwined, their lips and tongues melded, his erection pushing so hard into her abdomen that it seemed as if it had created the crevice that marked her stomach. He pulled her to the side and tipped her onto her back, pulling away from her mouth to kiss her cheeks, her eyelids, her eyebrows, and breathe slowly over her face to her ear, which he delicately traced with his tongue. His hot breath set the fire. The touch of his hand on her breast, gently squeezing her nipple between the lengths of his middle and forefinger, ignited it. His lips and tongue and teeth brushed her neck, her collarbone, her sternum, and travelled over the soft mound of her other breast, coming to rest on its tip. As his tongue swirled around her nipple, the fire raged within her, quickening her breathing and causing her to moan. She raised her pelvis to rub herself on the thigh he had pressed between her legs. She wanted him. She had always wanted him. And now she ached for him; ached for him to make her cum; ached for him to make her feel beautiful again. His hand left her breast and continued down her body. Her stomach muscles clenched; partly in apprehension, partly in anticipation; but his fingers did not falter, neither avoided nor lingered on the blemish of which she was so conscious. She felt his touch glide down her outer thigh, finding that sensitive spot behind her knee, feeding the flames. He shifted his leg enough to allow his hand to pass on its journey back up her inner thigh, to the moistness of her pussy. His fingers danced over the most sensitive parts of her, slick with the juices of her desire, teasing the flames higher until they flared. She cried out with the release it brought her – a release, also, from the doubt she had unconsciously carried within her for some time. She was more than ready now, ready to feel him inside her, ready for him to fill her up, ready to ride him the way he liked. He rolled over onto his back pulling her up to straddle him. She liked the way he did this, the way he'd always let her have control at first. She shifted onto his thighs so she could get reacquainted with that part of him that had given her so much pleasure in the past. He was ready too, throbbing beneath the touch of her palm, glistening with his own wetness oozing from the eye of his head. She hesitated then, unsure of how this would work out. He was so big, at least eight inches, that she didn't know if she could get him all in any more. Her guts ached from the horror of it all, and she spoke his name softly. He sat up, pressing his finger to her lips and his tongue to the lobe of her ear. "It's okay," he whispered, "it's gonna be fine." She knelt up and shifted again to impale herself on his straining prick, slowly, tantalizingly, each inch accompanied by her moans and his, until she had gone as far as she could. It wasn't enough, but it would have to do. She looked at him again and his eyes beamed reassurance back at her, his fingers slowly caressing her thighs. She began to stroke up and down, high and slow at first. She saw his eyes close as he momentarily focused on the sensations coursing through his body. He liked to watch her work, she knew, and he challenged her with his eyes as she moved. He knew he was good at this, knew how long he could hold out, and defied her to make him cum quickly. She knew there was no point in trying, she would only wear herself out, so she savoured the feelings, excited him by telling him how good it felt to fuck him, to feel his thickness stretching her and his length pushing her physical limits. She dared him to just lie back and leave her in control. Before long, he was meeting her stroke for stroke, steering her with his hands on her hips. She knew that she had defeated his challenge when he began to slap her buttocks. The sting electrified her, charging her with new energy, making her pick up the pace, just as he wanted. Her hands kneaded her breasts, her thumbs rubbing her nipples, sending sparks shooting down inside her. The sparks met with those generated by the slaps to her ass-cheeks and the rubbing of her g-spot over his veins, exploding through her, blinding her vision, soaking them both in her sweet juices. Suddenly he gripped her ass hard with one hand, the other clasping her thigh to him as he flipped her onto her back, pushing himself, amazingly, a little further inside her. His fingers interlaced with hers above her shoulders and he pushed his palms against hers as he drove hard into her, staring into her eyes, into her soul. He told her how he loved to make love to her, to which she smiled as they had never been in love, at least not admittedly. He told her how gorgeous she was and, as she spasmed again beneath him, he told her how he loved to watch her cum. Faster now, they stroked in synchronization; their breath hoarse, their damp skin sliding over one another, their fingers clenching together. And they continued to stare into each other's eyes, speaking words they would never dare to say aloud. She felt her own abdominal muscles begin to constrict first, and then his; felt her vagina walls clamp around him just as he started to swell, and then felt them both erupt, their voices crying out in chorus. They lay together for a long while, her legs wrapped around his buttocks, their tongues and lips entwined, their hands holding each other's faces, creating memories that would last. And she felt whole again, felt alive again. He had found that vivacious, voluptuous woman hidden inside and set her free. Liberation My wife and I had discussed our future on a number of occasions, most importantly how children fit into the picture. Quite simply, they didn't. We spent our first few years utilizing various birth control methods, but we eventually wanted to be free of worry. So we decided I would get a vasectomy. After having the procedure I was required to have a sperm test about two months later. Before this sperm test however, I had to have at least fifteen ejaculations beforehand, to ensure there were no wandering little swimmers still around. Vanessa and I took full advantage of doctor's orders, but for the time being we needed to continue using birth control. When I received my results back from my sperm count test, we were elated to know that we could fully indulge ourselves without the chance of pregnancy. To celebrate this, we took a road trip to one of mys houses they owned. Both residents were right near a beach and a beautiful road trip away. We just needed to stay at the one her parents were not at. As the winding road narrowed, Vanessa and I were holding hands. She was leaning over and kissing me, whispering in my ear how she could not wait to have me explode inside of her. I started getting turned on between her warm breathing on my neck and licking my ear lobe. She leaned back and informed me, "I'm so wet right now." "Really?" I looked over to her as my hand slipped down her thigh and into her crotch. "Maybe we should do something about that." With it being dark outside and not too crowded with traffic, I asked her to let me touch her. She did not hesitate to undo her jeans. The fingers on my right hand slid underneath her panties and found the wetness she spoke of. I quickly discovered her clitoris as well. Vanessa moaned and jerked. I touched her softly, rubbing her sweet spot in a circular motion. As she became increasingly aroused, she fondled her breasts and gyrated the best she could belted into the passenger seat. She climaxed as we reached our exit. I licked her cum off of my finger and downshifted to the appropriate gear. Vanessa reached over into my crotch and started to rub the bulge in my pants. "How about I suck you off now?" She asked. "Yes please," I answered lifting my right arm over her head as she leaned over and revealed my cock. As she was going down on me, she continued to moan furthering my stimulation. Driving was interesting in this situation yet I managed to steer us in the direction of her parents' house. We pulled into the driveway and Vanessa sat up to kiss me. "I'll get back to that later." I did not want her to stop, but it was getting late and we needed to unpack the luggage. She tended to that in the kitchen while I wheeled our suitcase into the bedroom. When I was done, I met her in the kitchen. Setting down a glass of water on the counter, strolled over to me. "Now how about I finish that blowjob?" Vanessa pushed me against the counter and squatted in front of me. I had not gone completely flaccid so it did not take long to reach full erection. Her head bobbed ferociously as she lubricated my shaft with her mouth. One of her hands came up underneath and started massaging my scrotum. The other substituted for her mouth allowing for her to reveal her intentions. "Are you going to cum in my mouth baby?" She sucked on me some more. "You know I want to swallow it." My hips began to sway. Her hand cupping my balls grasped my thrusting ass along with her other one. She encouraged my pumping by pulling me deeper into her throat over and over again. Vanessa then resumed holding my balls in one hand and the other stroking me in unison with her sucking. She moaned favoring my taste, pushing me over the edge. "Oh my god. I'm cumming." Her head held still, lips around the tip of my penis, letting me shoot my hot load into her mouth. Vanessa moaned again swallowing it. "Oh yeah!" As she pulled back, she ringed my shaft out producing a little drop. She looked up at me as she captured it with the tip of her tongue. "I want to make sure I got it all," she explained. "You did," I panted. Shortly afterwards we retired to bed and slept quite soundly. The next morning we woke up and started the day with a hot shower. I was taking Vanessa from behind, pounding her hard. She grunted when my pelvis smacked against her ass. After fucking for a while, Vanessa groaned a request, "Tell me when you are ready to cum. I want to jerk you off all over my tits." Her encouragement did not fall on deaf ears. I hammered harder and faster. "Okay," I pulled out of her. "Here it comes." Vanessa spun around and dropped to her knees. One hand held her breasts up for me to cover while the other stroked my shaft. "That's it baby! Cum all over my titties!" She exclaimed as my load drenched her chest. Before rinsing off, she rubbed her nipple to gather some of my cum and licked it off. "Mmm. That tastes familiar." I was beyond aroused at that point. While drying off, Vanessa approached me in two towels, her usual garb after a shower, one wrapped around her hair and the other around her body. "Feel," she directed me, placing a foot on my knee so I can caress her smooth leg. "Very nice," I complimented. "It's all for you baby. All for you," she stepped down and I grabbed her. "Yes?" "I want to eat you out now." "Okay," she enthusiastically responded sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. I leaned over and brushed her face with my hand. Holding her head from her neck, I leaned in and kissed her. Our tongues wrestled and our lips contorted in passion. My kissing gradually worked down to her neck. "Ohhhhhhhh." Then to her breasts where I flicked her hardened nipples with the tip of my tongue before sucking them. As I moved down her stomach and to her pussy, Vanessa started to massage her breasts and nipples. That only encouraged me more. I pecked the inside of one thigh, lightly licked the other. My fingers promoted her stimulation by finding and spreading her wetness. Not too far behind was my eager tongue. I love the taste of Vanessa. I love being able to get her off. I love watching her gyrate while I please her orally. And that she did. The tip of my tongue slid into and around her vagina until I found her clitoris. There, I focused all of my attention. First my probing tongue brushed her from side to side, then up and down, and finally in a circular motion. Vanessa held my head in place making sure I did not attempt to abandon my post. As she climaxed, I stuck my tongue inside of her, feeling her muscles contract. Her body quivered in orgasm. She laid still to catch her breath I continued to kiss her legs and then her hips and then returned to her belly. Vanessa held me tight and let out a sigh of happiness. She pulled me to lay beside her and gave me a peck. "You make me feel so good," she said. "I love you so much." "I love you more," I returned her kiss. "I can't wait to feel you cum inside of me, all over my pussy walls." "Neither can I," I brushed the hair from her face. "I've wanted it for so long." The remainder of the day went quickly. We went into town to get some more groceries that we did not bring with us, grabbed a bite to eat, and went for a walk. As dawn grew closer, Vanessa and I made our way to the nearby beach to watch the sunset. It was pretty cool outside and we presumed it would be colder closer to the ocean. Either way we were prepared. We brought a number of blankets and beanies to keep us warm as well as a tarp if we decided to lay on the beach. When we arrived, it was warmer than expected. We gathered our gear and hiked out onto the sand until we found a favorable spot. Vanessa and I laid out the tarp and one of the blankets. Then we sat down bundled in blankets, beanies pulled down over our ears. I sat behind her with my arms back supporting our weight. She sat in between my legs, head resting on my chest. As we relaxed watching the sun dip behind the horizon, we noticed other people sharing our view along the beach. The sky became various shades of yellow, red, purple and then the sun was gone. Stars began sparkling and with the moon not yet full, it became dark quickly. The other sky watchers dispersed gradually and pretty soon it was just the two of us. Vanessa turned her head slightly allowing my lips to find hers. My arms wrapped her tightly. She moved my hands to between her legs. "Touch me," she whispered. I assisted her in undoing her pants just enough for me to slide my hand down her panties. My fingers combed through her trimmed bush and found her moist again. Using my right hand, I traced her labium and clitoris in the same route my tongue traveled earlier that day. Vanessa's head turned away as her breaths came heavy. Instead of kissing her lips, I turned to her neck. This drove her crazy. In a matter of moments, she was able to cum. She made sure not to be too loud in case there were still some wanderers nearby. Once she caught her breath, she turned around and kissed me passionately. "Your turn," she grinned. Vanessa rolled over onto her back and removed her bottoms. I scrambled to get in between her open legs. She reached out and helped me undo my pants and freed my hardness. "You ready?" I positioned myself with the head of my penis barely touching her opening. "Ready," I confirmed staring into her beautiful eyes. My member glided into her. We both smiled wide as I penetrated, knowing this was the moment. Steadily I thrusted, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. One hand on my upper back, the other on my lower, Vanessa embraced me closely. The thrusting quickened. It was time. "Alright," I warned her. "I'm going to cum." Vanessa's hands wrenched me deeper by my buttocks. "Cum for me baby! Cum for me." She raised her head and forcing me to kiss her, and to mute my howls of satisfaction. I shot my cum into her. We were liberated from the need of hindering condoms. No more worrying. No more smell of burned latex. From now on, it would only be her and me, no boundaries, perfectly fitting like a puzzle. We collected our wits and realized how damn cold it was. Vanessa and I hurriedly got dressed and raced back to the car. Teeth chattering, snot icicles forming, we rushed home. At the house, we giggled climbing under the covers fully clothed. We were freezing. To speed the heating process we held each other snug. As we grew warmer, we grew more comfortable and relaxed, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. A few hours later we awoke to find we forgot to change into our pajamas. We shared another good laugh. As the humor faded away, our eyes were gazing into the others'. I placed on my hand on her cheek and went to kiss her naked. Vanessa met me half way. While we were making out, we stripped each other. The bed linens were toasty from our short nap. It was a welcome feeling to our bare skin. Laying on our sides facing each other, we started to have sex again. There was no hoots or hollers, just concentrating on each other. Throughout the first moments, if our lips were not locked, our eyes were. Pulling away from a kiss, Vanessa said, "I want to fall asleep with you inside of me." Without another word from either of us, she turned over, adjusting to have her butt against me. I maneuvered into position and entered her again. Our rhythm was steady and purposeful. She gripped her pillow tightly as she felt me near orgasm. I clutched her hips and burst into her again. Muscles fell limp and we remained silent. We soon fell asleep, with me remaining inside of her. Vanessa and I viewed the sunset the previous night, but we missed the sunrise all together. We awoke midmorning after an incredible night's sleep. It was still extremely cold so we put on our pajamas and our bathrobes. I lit the fireplace while Vanessa pulled out food from the fridge. "How about some French toast?" "That sounds great," I joined her in the kitchen and kissed her. "Anything I can do to help?" She looked around as she mixed the batter. "You could cut the bread." "I can do that," I kissed her again and patted her on the tush. In the past I have attempted to make complete meals for Vanessa. They have failed, miserably. The lesson I learned was to provide assistance, mainly staying out of her way. Since she is vegetarian, she would leave me in charge of the meat courses, sometimes. To compliment her delightful French toast, I grilled up some breakfast sausage. With breakfast in hand, we adjourned to the couch to watch some television. As usual, I promptly finished my meal and poured myself a glass of milk. I sat back down with Vanessa and continued watching the tube. When she was done, I took her plate into the kitchen and started to wash the dishes. With her doing most of the cooking, I took it upon myself to do most of the cleaning afterwards. As I finished, I noticed Vanessa had turned off the television and was looking into the kitchen, at me. "Come here," she directed me. I strolled over to the couch to discover Vanessa was now only wearing her bath robe and socks. She had me sit at her side and began kissing me. Next, she aided in the removal my pants. Sitting beside her she reached under my robe and began stroking my penis. I reached under her robe then and began rubbing her cunt. "I really enjoyed last night Jack," she told me. "I want you again." She kissed me more. "First, I want you to bring your cock up here and fuck my face." Vanessa remained sitting on the couch as I straddled her and loosened my robe's belt. My member shot forth and she took it in her mouth, moaning seductively. I braced myself against the wall behind her and pumped my hips back and forth. Vanessa gripped my ass tightly encouraging my pushing. This went on for a few moments. I backed up a little. She stared up at me and stroked my shaft. Keeping eye contact with me, Vanessa began to lick my shaved scrotum. "You like that?" She asked between laps. "I do. It feels so good." "Good," she licked me once more. "I'll keep that in mind for later. Right now though I need you to fuck me. Can you do that?" I jumped back off of the couch landing on the floor between her legs. "I can definitely do that." Vanessa spread her legs further allowing me full access. She was more lubricated than before. While sucking on me, she was touching herself with her free hand. We were going at it wildly. I could not wait to discharge in her again, but I needed to taste her. I needed to indulge in her savory juices. Following a rapid succession of hard pushes, I fell to my knees and brought her to orgasm. I reinstated my throbbing cock and resumed pumping. Vanessa rooted me on until I climaxed. "That's it baby! Fuck my pussy! Just like that! Yeah! Yeah! Oh yeah! Fill my tight pussy up with your hot cum! Yeah! Fuck me! Oh yeah! I feel it! I feel you cumming! Don't stop!" I pushed as long as I could. Exhausted, I rolled off her and sat next to her once more. "Ooh baby." She leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. Catching our breath, we returned to bed for another nap. Sleeping and fucking. Not a bad way to spend the day. We did go out for dinner though. I dressed up in my Espirit jeans and long sleeve shirt we purchased for me during our trip to Europe. Vanessa sported a black dress that looked stunning on her and her silver Banana Republic necklace. There were not many upscale restaurants in the area, yet we were able to find a quaint spot. The food was not half bad, the price was reasonable, and I could not ask for better company than my beautiful wife. That night, back at the house, she and I had another steamy love making session. After showering, she told me to go out to the living room. I got comfortable laying down on the couch in my Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I wore them especially for Vanessa who said they enhanced my package quite nicely. Shortly later I heard her walking my way, still in heels. She turned the corner still bearing the necklace along with a black bra, a black garter belt, and black thigh high stockings. Her amazing eyes were looked at me from behind her glasses. "Hi," she walked up to my side. "How do I look?" "Delicious," I answered. "Good," she replied bending over to expose my penis through the opening in the boxers. "Now if you don't mind," she took me in her mouth again. Vanessa's body was positioned to where I could reach over her ass and begin touching her. I probed her opening inspiring her to get wet. Occasionally my fingers passed by her anus. "You want to finger that, don't you?" "I want to do more than finger your ass," I confessed. She already knew that and continued to tease me. "Good things come to those who wait sweetie," she stood up pulling me into a sitting position. Vanessa threw one leg over my waist and straddled me. She proceeded to ride me. Her glasses did not budge as she rocked up and down. I held her ass firmly and kissed her cleavage. I was tempted to remove her bra and suck on her tits, but she looked too damn good in this outfit, and I wanted to keep her in it as long as possible. As she pulled away from a kiss, I asked to go down on her, to make her tighter for me. She obliged by permitting me to slide underneath her. Now she was riding my face. The forefinger and middle finger on my right hand slithered into her tunnel as I devoured her pussy. "Tell me when you're ready," I gasped when catching my breath. "I want you to cum all over my face." I resumed eating her out. Her undulating and moaning progressively accelerated hinting she was about ready. "I'm going to cum baby! Stick your tongue in me. Stick it in my pussy." I extended by tongue into her as far as was able to. I felt her muscles contract as she released a primal scream of ecstasy. Vanessa's head fell into her arms on the back of the couch, overwhelmed with pleasure. I stood behind her placing my penis between her butt cheeks. She got the hint and stuck her ass up in the air, "Mount me Jack. Fuck me from behind." I took a step forward and bored into her. "Oh my god. Your pussy so tight." "See what you do to me." I pounded her hard and deep for several minutes. As amazing as it felt, I had something else in mind. I contracted my equipment and settled on the couch. Vanessa presumed one thing slipping down to her knees in between my legs. "Do you have something for me?" She began blowing me. A hand of hers reached through the opening of my underwear and brought forth my scrotum. "I know you like it when I lick you balls." Her tongue lapped my sack a few times before she surprisingly took it in her mouth sucking on it. On either side of my rod and her stroking hand, her eyes were fixed on mine. Normally I would love to shoot my load in her mouth, but not tonight. I caught her off guard by asking for something else. "Will you bounce on me?" "Of course," Vanessa replied. She stood up, spun around, straddled my legs, and lowered herself upon me. Watching myself enter her was one of the most arousing things I have ever seen, but it was almost as arousing as only seeing my penis driving into her vagina repeatedly. This was the view I had as her ass bobbed up and down on my piston like member. She leaned back supporting herself with her arms, on the back of the couch. My hands stretched around her and cupped her breasts. In this position, she was able to feel my full size. "Oh Jack! Your cock is so hard! It's so deep inside of me!" "Yeah! Fuck that cock baby!" I concurred. When I began to cum, Vanessa ceased bouncing and started to grind. One of her hands reached down and massaged my balls as they emptied into her pussy. Gradually we came to a stop but she remained sitting on my lap. "Thank you." I hugged her from behind. "Thank you." She returned the hug. We retired to the bedroom where I helped her remove the garments. I understood that getting dolled up was a hassle for Vanessa at times. Thankfully she knew how much I loved it. Although we did not partake in it often, it never failed to deliver a night to remember. I held her close when we were ready for bed. "Good night my beautiful." Liberation "Good night my love," she turned to kiss me one more time before falling asleep. Both of us slept soundly and woke up feeling as horny as the night before. Vanessa pushed me onto my back and kneeled at my side so she could give me head. In the meantime, I began turning her on with my fingers. Seconds into it, she stopped and went over to her backpack retrieving a condom. "What's this for?" I inquired since we no longer were dependent on birth control. I was confused to say the least. What she said next caught me completely off guard. "I want you in all three of my holes," she sucked on me some more. "Finger my ass and pussy while I suck your dick." I did not know if this was a test or if she was serious. Our comfort levels were often discussed after lovemaking. I wanted to experience everything with my wife, the woman who I plan to spend the rest of my life. Vanessa was not as into the many of the sexual escapades I desired. My fantasies and expectations usually ruined the mood. And as a result of this all too common happening, I had been monitoring myself in order to prevent screwing things up. I felt I had been doing a decent job for the past few months. When Vanessa presented me with this offer, I went about it slowly to make sure she truly wanted this. Despite telling me she would not do anything she does not want to, I sometimes believed she was doing things to be nice. I unrolled the condom onto the middle finger of my left hand and lowered the hand to her crotch. She was on her side orally pleasing me. The thumb on that same hand explored her vagina while the middle finger gently penetrated her anus. Vanessa did not flinch. Before I knew it, we were both into it. She would pause from sucking on me to talk dirty. As skilled as I was at touching her, my thumb was the least effective appendage. So we relied on a technique tried and true. "I want to cum all over your cock," Vanessa proclaimed. She had me discard the condom and lie down, for she wanted to jump on top of me. In this position, her riding me, I was able to strike her G-spot as well as her clit. It made Vanessa shiver with elation. She humped me and humped me, getting ever closer to orgasm. When she leaned over me, I caught her breasts with my hands and sucked on her nipples. If her lips were in range we would kiss like possessed lovers. Vanessa neared orgasm still. She sat back, farther than perpendicular in comparison to my body. Her hands held clung onto my shins behind her. I reached down to push her over the edge. My fingers started to rub her pussy. "That's the spot! Right there!" She informed me. "Rub my clit baby! Just like that. Yeah! That's it. Just like that! You're going to make me cum! Oh yeah! That's it Jack! I'm cumming!" She fell forward as she climaxed. Kissing me barely quieted her outcry of satisfaction. Being isolated with less neighbors surrounding us, our self-consciousness flew right out the window. She looked up at me and I greeted her, "Good morning." "Good morning indeed," Vanessa giggled. She rolled off of me and laid down with her head in my chest. I ran my fingers through her silky hair as we basked in the afterglow. "My god that felt good." Due to our morning workout, we got a late start on our day. We went out for lunch and to pick up some items only available in this region. When we returned we started to pack for our departure the next day. Vanessa kept a little something out for our last night though. I had just finished drying off from my shower when I heard her moaning and groaning from the family room. I went to investigate and found a fire crackling beyond the hearth. Then I came to observe her kneeling on one of the chairs. She was dressed in white thigh high stockings and white bra. Her right hand was between her legs penetrating herself with the small dildo we purchased a while back. Vanessa's glare told me she was yearning for me. I dropped my towel and knelt behind her. She removed the toy and cleaned it with her mouth. My mouth on the other hand, took its place. I was eating her out from behind making several passes at her pussy with my tongue. Next I got my nose wet as I tracked down her clitoris. "That's it Jack! Lick my clit!" I continued eating her out until she climaxed. From this angle, I was able to watch her opening tense up squeezing out some more wetness. I happily licked that up. "Do me now!" Vanessa commanded. She loved getting fucked doggy style. Tonight was no different. "Harder Jack! Fuck me harder! Yeah! Just like that! Yeah! Yeah! Give it to me!" After all of the sex we had this trip, I was able to last an extended period of time. It was not for a lack of effort though. "Pound me baby! Let me have it! Yeah! Harder!" Vanessa turned to regard me. "My pussy is so full of your cum baby. When you're ready, I want it in my mouth." "Is that what you want?" "Yeah! I want you to cum in my mouth! I want it so bad!" Those words always pushed me over the edge, "Oh god! I'm going to cum!" "That's it baby! Bring it here!" She peered over her left shoulder to see me running towards her. "Open wide," I ordered her. Vanessa took me into her mouth and moaned with every pulse of cum that shot into her mouth. She milked my shaft dry before gulping my wad. I thought this was the perfect way to end our trip. The next morning as we cleaned the house, we found ourselves going at it yet again. Vanessa was bent over the counter and I was trading off between fucking her and eating her pussy. There was not an area in the house we did not get physical. We headed home that same morning stopping on the way to get coffee and some snacks. Not a whole lot of words were spoken during the drive. None needed to be. We smiled and kissed and held hands and enjoyed each other's company now more than ever, all they way home. . . where we made love again.