0 comments/ 53675 views/ 3 favorites Ache By: Velvety Lucinda Dupoint possessed both pride and scruples. She also however possessed the ability to swallow the former and disregard the latter whenever it suited her. When asked, she always said that she adored her husband. She adored him for providing the holidays, the champagne breakfasts, the black cab account, the dainty food served at the poshest restaurants, theatre, the opera, a career that consisted of “doing lunch,” and she especially adored the way his job yanked him out of the country for days, sometimes weeks on end, something that provided her with the opportunity to both have her cake and eat it. Lucinda performed a certain ritual each time his business took him away. She removed his photograph from the bedside table and placed it on the floor facing the toilet, propped up at a forty-five degree angle, or as near as dammit. Every time she had to spend a penny, or evacuate the remnants of the copious luxuries she consumed on a daily basis from her bowels, she would say to the beaming image of her husband as she raised her skirt and wriggled down her knickers, ‘This is a part of me you cannot buy.’ She selected an expensive, yet simply designed knee-length jet-black wrap-around dress to wear, knowing that when she crossed one leg over the other - a manoeuvre she performed with practised elegance - one part of the skirt would fall away from the other to reveal her pale slender thigh and so give the object of her flirtations a cock-twitching glimpse of what Lucinda liked to call the “dark and the light.” Bewitching. Beneath her dress she wore a triad of sin-inducing underwear, black stockings, so fine they might have been woven from fairy wings, a black lace suspender belt with dimante fasteners, and a tiny thong that clung like a cobweb to her dense tangle of coppery pubic hair. She did not wear a bra. As she applied the final layer of lip-gloss, mascara, and blusher, her nipples began to rise like two miniature soufflés in anticipation of her visit. The letter had arrived the week before informing her about her check-up, which was something of a surprise to say the least, considering the intimate relationship she shared with the author. Still, she was twenty-five years old and enjoyed playing games, so went along with it. After a little thought, she decided that it was a symptom of how her body had affected him. ‘You’re mine,’ she hissed at her reflection. The last two things she did before leaving the house was to squeeze her feet into a pair of black needle-heeled stilettos and remove her wedding ring. Being married to someone else was a thing that certain lovers disapproved off. Lucinda did not want to blow it. Her pert breasts shifted tantalisingly inside her dress when she sashayed into the sumptuous Harley Street surgery. But he wasn’t there to greet her as usual. There was one nurse on duty. Her naturally brown skin made Lucinda feel jealous. No amount of trips to the tropics and sunbed treatments could ever give her a tan to compare. ‘I’ve an appointment with Mr Carter,’ Lucinda said curtly. The Indian nurse flashed her a smile. Her glorious skin colour made her teeth appear to glow, further irritating Lucinda. ‘Number three,’ she said, but Lucinda had already left the reception area and was striding down the corridor towards Mr Carter’s surgery. Like the others in the practice, surgery number three was a windowless roomy cell of white marble filled with spot-lit trays of bright satin steel instruments, which all looked as if they had been designed by a medieval mind and then fashioned with a vicious hand. The only furniture was the luxurious leather dentist’s chair and a matching stool that the dentist sat on. He was twiddling his thumbs nervously when she entered. She greeted him with a kiss. Her hand automatically slipped between his legs as her tongue flickered over his lips. She smiled, feeling his bulge tighten. But he pushed her hand away. Lucinda pouted. ‘What’s wrong? Aren’t you pleased to see me?’ ‘As always, but I’m working,’ he seemed pre-occupied, eager to start, somewhat nervous. ‘I do love a man in uniform,’ she cooed. ‘Get on the chair please,’ he replied. It was an order, not an invitation. His lack of interest perplexed her. Usually within two minutes of meeting him she had her skirt hitched up around her waist and was clinging onto his neck for dear life while he pumped his fat old cock in and out of her like a horny teenager. This time different. Then she remembered the letter. He was playing a game, keeping in character. ‘Get on the chair madam,’ he repeated firmly, ‘I’m losing patience with you.’ The unfamiliar edge to his voice was strangely exciting. She could feel herself becoming aroused. ‘Ok doctor,’ she said, she winked at him, then climbed up onto the chair, lay down and stretched, pushing her breasts out, knowing that his eyes were as good as glued to her stiff nipples. ‘Do your worst,’ she whispered. Donald Carter had proposed marriage two weeks before. She said yes in principle to the offer. After going down on him, she suggested that he might want to demonstrate his seriousness by making her independently wealthy. Only then she said could she prove to him that she wasn’t after his money. Crazy logic, but perhaps the sight of his semen hanging off her eyelashes and dribbling down her chin distracted him from thinking clearly. ‘Just think, then you can take me anytime, anyplace, in any hole, for the rest of you life,’ she said. He understood perfectly. For people like Donald Carter it was a tempting offer. He as fifty-six years old and had had two lovers in his lifetime. Lucinda was the second. Before her was a thirty-year period of enforced celibacy. In the beginning he had kept himself sane through masturbation, but as the years rolled past, the distraction became a miserable and unbreakable habit. The day Lucinda walked into his life was like the Second Coming. She was a dream come true. Lucinda relaxed back on the chair, clasped her hands around her trim belly and crossed her feet while she waited for him to begin work on her. ‘Concealed within this dress is the juiciest strawberry cunt in the world,’ she whispered. ‘I know.’ His nose twitched as if he could already smell her sex. Reading the cue, Lucinda uncrossed her feet and began to slowly bend one leg, her stiletto scraping along the edge of the chair. He watched her knee rise up before his eyes, and she watched him, knowing that even now his cock was throbbing and leaking. When her leg was fully bent, she let it splay out to the side. With quickening breath, he watched as her knee began to descend sideways. Slowly, like the unveiling of a national treasure, the skirt of her dress began to slip aside. Beads of sweat appeared on his brow like a translucent rash. His fingers fumbled in the instrument tray. She heard the metallic tinkle of a spiked probe landing on the floor when her stocking top appeared. Transfixed by the dark and the light, the dentist found himself unable to move, unable to think, barely able to breathe. She stroked her thigh with creamy fingers, played with the suspender, then continued upwards until she paused with her hand resting on her springy mound of pubic hair. ‘This could be yours forever,’ she whispered. ‘Mr Carter!’ He looked up as if woken from a dream. The Indian nurse stood before him. Lucinda struggled up onto her elbows, clearly peeved at the interruption. ‘It’s the rules,’ the nurse announced, striding into the surgery. ‘A nurse must be in attendance at all times.’ She pushed Lucinda roughly back onto the chair. Lucinda tipped her head backward to look at her lover. ‘It’s true,’ he shrugged. ‘Are you here for a check up?’ the nurse asked. ‘No, I’m here for a pint of milk and newspaper, of course I’m here for a check up!’ The nurse ignored her and turned to the dentist. ‘Shall we begin?’ she said, fixing him with a stern gaze. He looked into her eyes and saw a demon looking back at him. ‘I’m ready nurse,’ he replied meekly. Lucinda closed her legs and opened her mouth. The nurse handed a new probe to the dentist and he set to work digging around her mouth, picking at her gums, drawing threads of blood, making her wince and tense. ‘You have a cavity there Lucinda,’ he said after a minute. ‘I’m going to have to fill it.’ Working under the nurse’s unwavering gaze, he began to fix a handful of metal clamps onto the teeth of her upper and lower jaws to keep her mouth locked open. He could tell she was in some discomfort each time he looked into her eyes, but he kept turning the knurled clamp screws, forcing her mouth wider and wider open. When speech was impossible, and she feared her mouth was going to split, she suddenly found herself unable to move, the nurse having attached a set of thick steel wires to her wrists and ankles while she was distracted. The steel loops bit into her fair skin ferociously. Lucinda could just make out that the wires were connected to four pulleys hanging over a series of wall hooks. Suddenly deciding that the game was not for her, she tried to protest, but all that came out was an unintelligible grunt. ‘I think we’re ready,’ the nurse said. Lucinda glanced up at her lover and was horrified to see that his eyes were host to a cold glitter she had not seen before. The dentist held her head firmly between his hands while the nurse fixed her skull in place with a metal head-clamp. Then she moved around to the side of Lucinda and ripped her dress open, exposing her breasts. Lucinda winced when the nurse bent forward and flicked her tongue over her nipples, stiffening them into sturdy strawberry stalks. ‘Two more clamps please nurse,’ the dentist said. The clamps bit into Lucinda’s swollen nipples like bulldogs. A low moan escaped from Lucinda’s gaping mouth. She began to feel faint and dreamy. The next thing her eyes focussed on were two steel wires leading from each nipple clamp to a pulley mechanism fixed to the ceiling. ‘You may feel a little sting,’ the dentist said quietly. The pulleys rotated and the slack suddenly vanished from the wires. Lucinda’s nipples began to stretch under the strain, then when they could neither swell, nor extend anymore, she watched her breasts elongate and lift away from her torso. Writhing in pain, her head swimming, she knew that for the first time in her life she was out of her depth. Something had happened, what, she did not know. The dentist nodded at his nurse as if for permission as he increased the tension on the nipple wires a little further. Lucinda groaned and grunted and tried to twist her way out of trouble, terrified that her nipples would rip out of her breasts. She could see in her mind’s eye the dentist and his evil assistant laughing insanely while the two bloody stalks danced in the air in front of her like some obscene puppet show. ‘She likes it!’ the nurse said, her voice loaded with mock humour, ‘See how she smiles!’ ‘Feels like toothache don’t it?’ the dentist said. Lucinda suddenly felt the wires attached to her ankles tighten. ‘Why break the habit of a lifetime?’ the nurse cooed sarcastically as she cranked Lucinda’s legs apart. The nurse stopped opening her legs a centimetre before Lucinda’s thighbones popped out of her hip. Before she could begin to cope with this new and excruciating pain, the nurse set to work cranking the pulleys connected to her wrists, stretching her arms out to the sides until her shoulders dislocated with an audible pop. ‘I think that should do it,’ she said. Leaning close, the dentist whispered into Lucinda’s ear, ‘Time for some TV.’ He was getting into the spirit of the operation now and grinned sadistically at her. A flat screen monitor fixed to the ceiling between the two breast pulleys flickered on. The nurse adjusted the camera and the picture quickly cleared, giving Lucinda a close up view of her own vagina. The nurse held up Lucinda’s cobweb thong with a pair of forceps for her to see, then dropped them into the bin. ‘She’s ready for you,’ she said to the dentist. The dentist got up from his stool and walked around to attend to Lucinda’s other orifice. ‘Clamps,’ the dentist said, settling himself onto another stool set between Lucinda’s legs. Lucinda watched with horror as he grasped one side of her labia, eased it aside until her cleft opened, then screwed a clamp onto the flesh. A strangled scream burst out from Lucinda’s mouth. The chair rocked as she arched violently. The dentist paused for the pain to subside. ‘You done?’ he said, peering up at her over her quivering belly. ‘Clamp two,’ the nurse said, slapping the next tiny instrument of torture into his gloved hand. Lucinda made a series of obscene grunting screams. When he had fixed all eight clamps to her labia and Lucinda was too weak to scream anymore, the nurse handed the dentist two steel rings. He fixed one ring to each set of four clamps, then attached steel wires connected to a pulley mechanism fixed into opposing walls to each ring. ‘Comfortable?’ the dentist said. Tears spilled down Lucinda’s cheeks as she began to cry. ‘Lovely,’ he said. ‘Nurse, if you please.’ ‘There’s pleasure in pain,’ the Nurse said as she began to ratchet Lucinda’s sex open. The dentist watched Lucinda’s face closely as the strain began to bite. Lucinda watched her vagina blossoming in the monitor, eyes bugging out, praying that someone would rescue her from a living nightmare. A giant butterfly appeared on the screen in front of her, her grotesquely stretched labia forming the wings, her gaping hole the thorax and her clitoris the head. Then she heard the eardrum piercing, eye rolling, teeth-on-edge whizzing of the drill and wanted to scream her lungs out with terror. ‘Don’t fight it,’ the dentist said. She could see the drill getting closer in the TV monitor and tried to squirm away from it. ‘It’s in!’ the nurse said, clapping her hands together excitedly. ‘Keep squirming and it’ll rip you apart,’ the dentist said. He fed the rotating drill the rest of the way into Lucinda’s vagina, then fixed the instrument in place with another screw clamp that he then attached to the labial clamps. All she could see now was what looked like an inseparable amalgamation of steel and living flesh. ‘The object of this exercise is to help you hone the skill of experiencing extreme pleasure in a most secret and furtive manner,’ the dentist explained. He glanced at the nurse as if to ask for confirmation. She nodded, then placed another drill in his open palm. ‘This is a slow speed drill,’ the dentist explained. She knew the one. Everyone who had ever been to a dentist to have some decay dug out did. It was the one that made the jaw rumble and sounded like two heavy rocks grumbling together inside a polishing mill. It was bruising rather than wicked, unlike its high-speed sister. Lucinda watched in horror as the nurse squeezed her clitoral hood between finger and thumb until the tiny organ concealed within was exposed to the harsh surgery lights. Then gently snaring it between the stiletto jaws of a set of forceps, she pulled it fully out, stretching the flesh. ‘Enjoy,’ the dentist said. He brought the drill towards her clitoris. She waited for contact, forcing herself to keep perfectly still, her mind fixed on the image of the spiteful high-speed drill whirring around inside her. The words, “Move and it’ll rip you apart” repeated inside her head in an endless loop. The dentist touched her elongated clitoris with the tip of the drill. Lucinda squeezed her eyes shut as a million nerve endings between her legs fired all at once sending shock waves rippling through her body. The dentist moved the drill away again. ‘We are governed by two masters,’ the nurse said, noticing the pussy oil darkening Lucinda’s pubic hair, ‘One’s name is pain, the other pleasure.’ Lucinda forced huge gulps of air into her lungs. ‘Don’t move,’ the dentist chuckled. She nearly did, such was the shock of the drill making contact with her clitoris again. The vibrating instrument set it the organ buzzing. She could see it only as a tiny throbbing-scarlet blur in the TV monitor. A million electric ripples expanded from this point in her pelvis throughout her body, each one as energetic as a bolt of lightning. Moans mixed in with loud sobs gargled in her throat as the intensity soared. The orgasm made her feel like her entire body had been blown apart, then instantly resembled again hundreds of times a second. She screamed, a great out-pouring of air from the very core of her body. Urine sprayed out of her urethra and around the shaft of the drill deep inside her, soaking the dentist’s knees. Then she passed out. It was well past midnight when she awoke. After a few blurry moments, she discovered that she was alone and still lying on the dentist’s chair. It took a few more moments for her to realise that her mouth was still clamped open, her arms were still stretched out to the sides, her legs wide apart, and her breasts and labia still clamped and stretched. Like the dentist, the drills however were gone. But there were some differences. She could see that the steel labial, breast, wrist and ankle wires along with their respective pulleys were now attached to a metal framework enclosing the chair. There was a needle taped in place in the crook of her elbow. A tube from the needle led to a drip that hung from the metal frame. ‘Glucose,’ her husband said. ‘It will keep you from going hungry.’ After enjoying the sight of her shock at seeing him, he added, ‘Mr Carter’s gone home.’ Lucinda’s ambitions crumbled around her like pillars of dust. Panic gripped her and twisted. Pee leaked out of her and dripped onto the marble floor like notes of music Her husband began to pace around her, stopping every time to appreciate her gaping cunt. ‘You see, you made an error of judgement,’ he said. ‘Donald Carter does not own this practice. He’s an employee, and though comfortably off, as would be expected, he cannot possibly afford you…well he can now,’ he added with a chuckle. He bent close and whispered into Lucinda’s ear. ‘There are many ways to purchase what one wants in life.’ He straightened up and buzzed the intercom, then said, ‘Mr Carter’s retired to Tuscany. Don’t worry, he’s got more than enough money to do whatever he likes, and if he doesn’t find the kind of girl he deserves, he’s got a great video to, how can I put it?…Stimulate himself with.’ He unzipped his trousers and began to masturbate over her cunt. Tears coursed down Lucinda’s face and added to the dark amber piss spreading over the marble around her husband’s feet. ‘I’m taking you home,’ her husband said. ‘And once home, you will stay like this until you learn to crave and love my particular form of sexual expression.’ Outside in a side street, two men, looking as if they were made from shadows, started the truck up that would transport Lucinda back to the marital home. Ache It was slow and humiliating, just as Janet had craved since she first met Andy. She had heard about him from a friend of a friend, not really a friend of a friend, perhaps an acquaintance of an acquaintance she had met on the internet. It was convoluted, but then it had to be, this was not something you told your friends about, not your straight friends at least. Hell, she hadn't even told her husband. She first met Andy at a bar, a crowded place, a bit too noisy to talk. They met, with all the bells and whistles, a requisite safe call and a chaste kiss before heading to different homes and different lives. They met again at a crowded restaurant, crowded but quieter, so they could talk some. Free from the apprehension associated with a first meeting, tonight Janet could relax a bit and really look Andy over. He wasn't tall, perhaps five-eight or five-nine, but he was muscular. While not the ballooned out buffoons she often saw at the gym, she could tell he did spend some time working out. His dark hair was salted with some gray, mostly at the temples and a touch in his mustache. His eyes were a dark brown, almost black that seemed to smolder intensely, especially as he looked at her. All in all, Janet thought to herself, he was simply gorgeous. Fidgeting some under his intense glare, she tossed her dirty blonde hair back over her shoulders exposing the milky white skin of her chest. Her low cut dress tastily exposed her ample cleavage (thank you push up bra) and actually made her look a bit thinner in the stomach and hips than she actually was. She ate very little at dinner, instead focusing her attention to Andy's conversation about what he would expect from her. He would go slowly with her, introducing her to the reality of the scene. They discussed the safeword and what limits really were. Janet had heard it before in chatrooms and played online with it all, but hearing it now, in real time, real life, she was almost breathless with longing. Telling him she was ready to go, he disappointed her, telling her that he would decide when she was ready. They parted with a less than chaste kiss. After a few more meetings in public, they finally arranged to meet at a motel, where he would introduce her to a bit of bondage. The experience was exquisite, as the restraints chaffed her a bit, and as he gently touched her breasts for the first time she thought she would simply melt away. But all he did was touch her breasts then, and when he finally untied her, he instructed her to come for him. Reaching to her aching clit, she longed for his tongue, his hands, his cock to take her but satisfied herself as he watched. She came violently, her pent up need oozing out over her fingers as Andy silently watched. That night they kissed as he caressed her breast. The next meeting he touched her ass, burning from the spanking he gave her. He rubbed a soothing cream over her as she masturbated again for him. The juxtaposition of sensations, the burn of her skin, the cooling, gentle touch of his hand and the fevered massaging of her own clit spun her into a swirling climax that left her trembling in Andy's arms. A week later, he invited her to a "Club" where she met some of his friends. Expecting some sort of wild party, she was surprised when they moved to a small room with a large screen TV. Andy took her aside and asked her to step into the bathroom and undress. Still very shy about her body even with Andy, she bit her lip. Seeing her apprehension Andy whispered, "This is what I have trained you for, you'll be magnificent." She slowly undressed and carefully hung her clothes up on some hangers. She glanced in the mirror, fixed her hair a bit, took a deep breath and stepped into the room. Not really knowing what to expect, she stood still, as the men in the room all turned their attention to her. Andy stood up from his chair and motioned for her to come to him. Trying to be as graceful as possible, she walked across the room and went to sit down next to Andy, but he stopped her. He stood up and said quite loudly, "Janet, you are to kneel here, on all fours." She lowered herself, carefully positioning her knees into the carpet and then moving her hands onto the floor. She felt Andy's hands on her ass, as he pressed it down a bit. Spreading her legs a bit wider, she lowered herself until she heard him say, "Yes Janet, that's good." Then she felt a shiver run through her as someone placed a cold drink on her back. The men started talking and she realized they had a football game on TV. Tears formed in her eyes as Andy and the other men simply began watching the game. One person rested his feet on her back, and several other's put their drinks on her. She trembled in frustration as they seemingly ignored her. All except one man, a particularly disgusting man who alternated between reaching down and pinching her nipples and sniffling and wiping his nose with his hand. Turning her head in disgust, she noticed Andy, sitting across the room, ignoring his friends, ignoring the game, he was focused completely on her. Halftime in the game rolled around and the men's interest diverted from the game back to Janet. Now she faced not only the occasionally tweak of her nipples from the disgusting snot, she felt other hands slide over her ass, rub her stomach, flow through her hair. One hand slowly ran up her thighs and then lightly traced her lips. Janet gritted her teeth, she had saved herself for Andy, actually stopped having sex with her husband several weeks ago, just to make it special when Andy finally penetrated her. Now this... strangers fingers hovered at her entrance, teasing it, but not quite slipping in. She knew he felt her moisture, she was so wet, aching for Andy, who continued to sit, watching the men touch her. The touching intensified, teasing her, and yet thankfully, the finger had not entered her. She moaned, feeling incredibly aroused, but fighting her urge to enjoy it, she struggled to save herself for Andy, who simply watched. She felt the finger press a bit further and she closed her eyes, wanting to cry out, wanting to scream... "Okay guys, I think it's time for everyone to say goodnight to Janet and go watch the game in the other room." Andy's voice was a flash of light for her as the men, each whispering goodnight, stood up and promptly exited. She turned to Andy, but he had moved and before she could locate him, the light suddenly went out. She kneeled in silence for a few moments and then, incredibly then she felt him. She felt him, but only part of him. At first she thought it was his hand touching her thigh, but then she realized it was his cock. She felt him then, his wonderful cock now touching her lips, now pressing the opening and yes, yes, yes, slipping easily inside. She felt her wet folds wrap around him as she pressed deep inside her. "I've wanted you for so long, but I needed to see how you wanted me. Did you want me?" "Oh god yes," she moaned. "Then show me, come for me," he said huskily. Moving one hand to her clit, she shoved herself back onto his cock, slapping her ass against him. Moaning she continued, listening to the slap, slap as she splashed against him. She heard the wet sounds of their ecstatic union as now both of them moaned as they fucked each other. An animal growl built up in her as she came and she screamed out, "Oh yes Andy, yes, yes." She then felt him press deep into her as he came, spurting his cum deep inside her. He leaned over her back, pressing his cock hard to her. Kneeling under him, she felt his cock soften inside her and finally, slip away. In a few moments she saw the light come on, but remained kneeling until me motioned her to come and sit on his lap. Sitting on him, she rested her head against his chest. Her knees and legs ached from kneeling for so long. She savored each twinge of pain as it rolled through her body, knowing it was from Andy. After getting dressed, they shared a chaste kiss and Janet limped to her car. This ache would remind her of him for days. Ache of Desire The glow of the screen from my laptop computer was the only light that illuminated the room. I was working on another erotic story as I sat in the early quiet of the office. I had four pages written, when I needed to pause and take a break for another cup of coffee. There was another thirty minutes before the office would begin to fill with the hustle and bustle of my co-workers coming to work. The night before was a rough one for me. I had just received an e-mail from my lover, telling me of her need to "move on". It had been a great relationship for the past eight months, but geographical constraints kept our "real time" to a minimum. I suppose we had both held the contention, that as deeply as we loved each other, that we would eventually have our day to be together, forever. She never told me the true reason why, but I surmised as best I could, that being, that there was someone else. After lying awake for most of the night, I decided to go to the office early. I had hoped to lose myself in my work to retard the heartache and the incessant heart pangs of feeling more alone than I ever had in my life. Usually when I felt melancholy all I needed to do, was to write another erotic story. That seemed to be my solace. This time it didn't appear to be working as well. As I sat back down in my cubicle and blew the steam from the Styrofoam coffee cup, I sat and read the last paragraph of my new story, inhaling the fragrant aroma of the hot liquid. "Good morning, Handsome," a voice came from behind me. I turned, a bit startled, but managed to keep from scalding myself with the hot beverage. It was Toni, the woman in the cubicle next to mine. "Hey Toni, how are you this fine Friday morning?" I replied as friendly as I could. I thought that I had masked the grief that wracked my soul, but obviously, I hadn't. "Hey Brent, what's the matter with you? You look as though you lost your best friend?" she asked in a genuine tone. As a tear leaked from my right eye, I replied, "I'm fine. It's just that I had a rough night," and I quickly wiped away the trail of the tear from my cheek. "Excuse me, I have GOT to let some of this coffee out," and laughed in my usual joking manner as I stood and hurried to the restroom. Normally, I would have closed my laptop screen to avoid any onlookers to my erotic ramblings, with the sexual harassment laws in the workplace being as strict as they are, but this time, I forgot. My mind wasn't really with me this day. Today, my heart was my ruling factor, and it was bleeding profusely. Toni was a "free" woman. A divorcee for about a year, now. Her late thirties age adorned her mid twenties body, nicely. She was not a drop dead gorgeous thing of beauty, but warmly attractive. With her average sized height of five-seven, combined with her well proportioned weight, along with deep blue eyes, made her looks very appealing. Mostly, it was Toni's attitude that kept her in the "ring" of chatter at the water cooler with the other guys in the office. She always looked "fresh" and had a very appealing scent. I'm not sure if it was her perfume or her shampoo, but she always smelled delectable. She was one of the women in the office that always seemed more comfortable in the company of men, than with women. This attribute worked against her in certain ways, though. She was shunned by the other women who looked at men as being problematic and childish, due to whatever reasons that they had for feeling that way. Toni and about three other women, didn't play their games. The other three were married and in their own little worlds. They always welcomed Toni into their circle, especially through her divorce. Because of her newly found status of being single, left Toni in a class by herself, though, which told me that she was lonely. Toni sat on the edge of my desk peering beyond the screen of the laptop. She read the lines of the page. Her voice, faintly reading aloud; He caressed her taut breasts as he languished his hot, wet tongue in between her soft folds while he knelt before her standing frame. His thick tongue swabbed her swollen lips, then delved between the tender puffiness in search of her sex trigger. He squeezed her breasts in each of his hands as he felt her hips rise to his buried face. Her head rocked side to side against the wall where she was pinned. The pressure of her excitement built deep within her tummy as he lapped fluently at her seeping twat. Her hands were splayed against the wall as her nails scratched into the wooden paneling, indicating her level of lust and passion. She finally could take no more and grabbed his thick red mane into her... I came up behind where Toni was sitting and stood for a few seconds as I listened to her faintly read what I had written. "Oh hell, I'm sorry. I forgot to close this," as I reached and shut the top down. Toni spun around, startled from being brought back into reality after reading the excerpt. She stammered, "I, I'm sorry. I wasn't meaning to pry, honestly." "It's okay, Toni. I just hope that you weren't offended. Writing is a hobby and a release valve. I should have shut it before I left," as I tried to redeem my mistake. She stood and placed her open hand against my cheek. "It's going to be okay Brent. You are going to be okay! It'll stop hurting soon, I promise. She turned and began to walk to the time clock, where others had begun punching in for another day. Her soothing words and genuine gesture helped to take some of the sting from my wounded soul. I stood at the edge of my cubicle and couldn't help but watch her rear end sashay as she walked away from me. Ordinarily, I would have felt a familiar twinge in my loins, but instead, I felt hurt from losing my special someone. This was going to be a very long day. After what seemed to be a twelve hour day, the clock finally pointed to five. Finally, it was quitting time! Most of the group of workers frequented a local lounge about a block from the office building. Most times, I would pass on any invitations to join them and hurry home to make contact with my sweetie. Now that this was no longer an option, I decided as I walked from the towering building, that I would make a quick stop for a relaxing drink with the others. Hell, I needed to tie on a drunk, I tried to convince myself. When I walked into the bar, the majority of the small tables and booths were already filled with patrons. I ambled to the bar, ordered a cold beer and stood looking around the lounge for a familiar face to join, as I tried to douse the burning heartache with the cold libation. Facing away from the door of the bar, I watched as others were laughing or playing darts or doing anything to shake the weeks work from their psyche. It was the weekend, time for R&R. I suddenly blocked out the noises of frivolity when I heard Toni's familiar voice behind me. "I would like a Chocolate Martini," she told the bar tender. "Here, let me get that, Geno," as I tossed a twenty up on the bar after turning to greet her. Toni smiled a beautiful smile, "Only if the next one is on me." I nodded my acceptance of her offer then held my beer bottle up in the air as a toast and waited for her to return the clinking of her glass to my bottle, to seal the deal. "It's been a long week, hasn't it?" she stated. I had to catch myself from pouring my woes to her. "Yes, yes it has been." "Would you like to talk?" she asked. "Sure," I said and began walking to a booth at the back of the lounge where no one else liked to sit. To me, it was perfect. It was dark, and secluded, much like my emotions at this time. "I'm not sure if I am good company right now, but I'll try and be." "You have a great talent with words, Brent," she said right out of the blue. Confused, I replied, "I do?" Then it dawned on me that she was referring to the story on my laptop. "Oh yeah, you liked that?" "Ohhhhhhhhh, I liked it! The words kept racing through my mind all day," she replied with a throaty giggle. "How long have you been writing racy stories?" Feeling myself blush, I said, "A couple of years." I had gotten feedback from the readers at the site where I posted the stories, but that was so anonymous. I had a screen name as did the readers. This was the first time that I had adulation from someone in person, other than my ex-lover. "Maybe I could get you to give me the name of this site where you post your stories," she remarked. I pulled the corner from the napkin from her drink and wrote down the web site. "Let me know what you thought of them, okay?" Toni smiled, then flagged the waitress over so she could buy us another round, just as she had insisted. I really didn't care for another one, due to my down in the dumps mood, but a deal is a deal. Besides, the first one was beginning to have a calming effect on me. We each downed our drinks without a great deal of conversation. It was as if Toni could read my mood. She held her composure as a healer each time she saw my mind flash to my deep pain. After downing our drinks, Toni asked if she could walk with me to my apartment building. I agreed and we walked the five blocks to my apartment. I had never in my twenty nine years, been on the receiving end of what was considered gallantry. Perhaps, it was a caring nature in her more than gallantry. In front of my building, I stopped and said, "This is it." "Are you going to be okay? Would you like for me to come up?" "Yes, I'll be fine, but thanks for the offer Toni. I really appreciate your company." She leaned to me, gave me a soft kiss on my cheek and passed me a small piece of paper with her phone number on it. "Yes, you will be okay. If you need to talk, call me." I turned to enter the foyer, but again, I couldn't help but peek around the corner as she walked away. That night for me was filled with a lot of what ifs and whys, about my now defunct relationship. To sum it up for you, I sat most of the weekend on the pity pot, usually not my style. Trying to come to grips with why the ones that you love the most can hurt you the deepest, I suppose. I did manage to remember to send Toni a link to the erotic story site as I promised. Sunday morning I awoke around ten o'clock. The strong rays of sunlight filtering through the slits of the blinds basked over my sheet covered frame. Suddenly, my eyes sprung fully opened. I had actually gotten through the night without once thinking about my loss. Could it be? Was I really getting over it this quickly? Never having been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I got up out of bed and headed for the shower. The steaming, clear water renewed my mind as well as my body. I tingled all over as I toweled dry as I walked into the kitchen to start the coffee pot. Next to the urn, was Toni's phone number. I smiled brightly as I picked up the torn paper and read it. It read, "I would love to live out your story, Toni. Then her phone number under the signature. I felt that familiar surge of blood racing to my groin, something that had been void for the last three days. Then I remembered as best I could, watching Toni's butt sashay under her skirt at work that morning, and again when she walked away from walking me to my apartment. I was rapidly getting back into a normal life. By ten-thirty, Toni's alarm went off on its radio setting. A low, soft saxophone piped out a slow sultry tune from the little speaker under the radio. She stretched like a big jungle feline after a long, deep slumber, reaching diagonally from corner to corner of her bed, with her arms stretched over her head. When she got up to head off to her shower, her hip bumped the night stand where her laptop was sitting in its opened position. The jarring caused the screen saver to vanish, leaving the screen filled with the words of one of my stories at the site. She mused to herself, "I didn't finish the story," then she sat back down onto the bed, placing the laptop onto her thighs to finish reading it. She slowly scoured every word. She had left off at the point where the woman was about to become ravished by her lovers engorged cock. Toni sat the laptop on the bed next to her as she rolled onto her side, placing a free hand between her nude thighs. With her head propped onto her pillows, her eyes began to pick up reading speed in tune with the tempo of the story. As her pulse increased, her scanning eyes did to. Soon, she felt the firm forefinger of her hand pressing against her soft, warm folds. Her finger began to caress her lips, then graze her stiffening clit. As the words whizzed in head, her finger stroked her clit faster and harder. Within a matter of a few minutes, she felt the pressure of her climax in her loins release her sexual energy under the touch of her stroking finger. With each throbbing pulse of her climax, her stiffened legs twitched and jerked to all the way to her pointed toes, as her finger milked her clit for every wave of passion. Once her orgasm had subsided, she felt very relaxed, and renewed. She then smelled the aromatic coffee that had already brewed by way of a timer in the kitchen. She slipped out of her bed and wandered into the bathroom for an invigorating shower. Her pink little bud hadn't receded completely under the fleshy hood when the first stream of hot water made a direct hit on it. Toni knew instantly that she wasn't finished "relaxing" just yet. She had done this many times in the past, and knew the easiest stance for maximum performance of the shower stream. Leaning against the back wall of the stall, she propped one leg up on the tiles of the shower stall. One hand went to her tormented pussy to spread the lips wide apart, while the other hand roamed vivaciously over her soft breasts and taut nipples. The strong steam of hot water relentlessly pounded away at her recently swollen clit, bringing the treasured pearl back out of hiding. The constant thundering of the steady stream gushed over her trigger until she felt the second wave of lust wince deep in her womb, then rush from her cinching folds. After a minute or two of ridding her soul of her pent up sexual energy, she began to wash. Once rinsing clean, she grabbed the razor from the shower caddy and began to shave her slender legs. She managed to get one leg completely finished and half way through the other one, when she heard her phone ringing. After a couple of choice curse words, she grabbed the thick bath towel, wrapped it around her body and raced to the bedroom to answer the phone from the extension receiver. "Hello?" I responded on the other end, "Hi, Toni?" Toni felt a wave of excitement course through her body. "Oh, Hiiiii handsome!" Her complimentary word rushed through my ear, making me feel very much wanted and appreciated. "Hiya Sunshine. I was hoping that you were awake! I just wanted to see if you'd be interested in having brunch with me this morning?" In her throaty voice she replied, "Well, you know, that sounds like a Great idea!" "Fantastic! Can I pick you up, say in an hour?" "An hour sounds good." She gave him her address, then hung the phone up. It had been a very long time since she had actually had a date of any kind. It seemed to her that being a divorced woman placed a sign of "easy target" around her neck. She had many offers at first, but she knew through intuition, what most of them would lead to. In the first three months of her divorce, the thoughts of being used were repulsive at best. After all, she had already been run through that scenario with her past marriage, in the waning two years. And after a year of sporadic dating, that thought almost held an appeal. At least it was a way to have the touch from a man. This deal, she hoped would be much better. At eleven-forty her door buzzer went off, and she could see on the monitor that it was Brent. "I'll be right down, Sweetie." When the elevator doors glided open, she exited the car, quickly taking in Brent's form and what he was wearing. He had on a dark blue button up shirt, long sleeves rolled half way up his fore arms. Levi jeans that had been nicely faded through wear, covered his stout legs. He had a pair of expensive round toed leather boots on that had been buffed to a nice shine. She was internally awestruck. The only time she had seen Brent was at the office, wearing appropriate office attire. Now she was seeing the true man. Toni had on a nice pair of khaki shorts, a white V cut blouse that pronounced her modest cleavage nicely, and a pair of sandals. "Wow, you look great, Toni!" I said genuinely. She could feel her cheeks flush a bit with his compliment. "Why, thank you! You look pretty damned hot yourself!" she then giggled. I opened the door to my meticulously kept, vintage Jaguar XKE for Toni to get into. I shut the door with care, then raced around the long hood to get in the drivers seat. I turned the key, and the huge engine growled once, then purred with a deep, low purr. "Nice car, Hon! It's an XKE isn't it?" she asked. "Holy Shit! I AM impressed! You know a thing or two about sport cars." as my white teeth beamed with my wide smile. We talked the entire twenty miles to the restaurant for brunch. I made Toni laugh, and she made me laugh, too. After a nice leisurely brunch, we got back into the car and headed off down the four lane freeway. I pulled off the fast paced freeway and traveled about four miles down a winding two lane road. When we passed the outline of tall trees, I turned onto a one way road. By this time, Toni was just taking in all of the scenery as I drove around the long road cut through the towering trees. "Where are we?" Toni asked. "Seneca State Park. I thought we could go to the top of the hill and do some swinging." Toni looked at him as if he had spoken a foreign language. "Swinging?" I chuckled, "Yeah, there is a huge swing set and playground at the top of the park. It overlooks the City and has a real nice view. Okay with you?" "Oh hell, yes! Do you know how long it's been since I've been on a swing?" she replied with her brightest smile. She wondered how something so simple and basic could have such an appeal, and how did he know this. Her calloused heart was beginning to go from self-protection mode to a slight unraveling. We arrived at the playground on top of the park. When we each got out, I said, "I'll race ya!" and took off toward the swings. Toni ran past him, giggling the entire time. I knew that it wasn't a challenge of speed as much as it was to help her spirit soar free again. I had determined after my self pity party, that I would show Toni the same kindness that she had shown me two days earlier. I was at one time, quite the "ladies" man, until my core had been shaken so recently. Now, luckily for me, I hoped that I could nurture my way into her heart. I did manage to vow to myself in the past two days, that I would never intentionally hurt anyone the way that I had been hurt. And I was hoping to show it. Toni was swinging high into the air when I made it to her level. We laughed and giggled like two kids as they not only let our bodies soar on the swings, but our hearts and minds as well. Twenty minutes gone by, Toni began to slow herself by dragging one foot into the dirt with each slowing swing. I had already gotten off the swing set and wandered the forty or fifty feet to the natural stone wall at the edge of the hill top. I stood there looking over the fast paced city below from his vantage point. Toni walked up behind me and slid her arms around my chest as she leaned her head onto my shoulder. "This is so beautiful. I never knew this place existed." "I came here all the time, since childhood. In fact, my first kiss was right over there," pointing to a large clump of bushes. "I was eight and she was eleven. Me and Carla." Ache of Desire "I was hoping that you weren't the kiss and tell type, but I guess I was wrong," she playfully teased back at him. She could feel his humor through her arms that still held him closely to her as he chuckled. I turned around to face Toni. "I really like you Toni. I would love to get to know you more. You are so easy to talk with and be around. I've never known anyone quite like you." "I like you, too. It's been a very long time since I've met a male that has treated me so respectfully, even in my last two years of my marriage. But I have to tell you, I have been and still am in a shell. And I won't be coaxed out of it easily." "Toni, my Dear, I have nothing but time." We each leaned into each other and performed the classic "Hollywood" kiss. I leaned in and held a pause to allow Toni time to respond by showing her interest. When she did, I placed my soft lips to her wet, kissable lips as we embraced. Our tongues rejoiced ceremoniously as they glided around and over each others. It was about a full two minutes before we relinquished the kiss. Our hearts ached with desire simultaneously. By now, dusk was consuming the reminiscent daylight. We remained long enough at the opened playground to watch the fire flies filter through the shrubbery with their slow pulsing signals. Since our kiss, we had not lost a single touch with each other. We stood side by side and watched the silent light show before I suggested that we head back to town. Arriving back at Toni's apartment building, I got out and opened her door for her. She got out and asked me if I would like to come up for a night cap. I accepted her invitation and we headed up to her apartment. Toni unlocked, then pushed the door open. I followed in behind her. She flipped on a table lamp and I just stood and gazed around her apartment. It looked like something out of Better Homes and gardens. Simple, but very neat. Everything had a place and everything was in its place. I don't know exactly what I was expecting, really. I suppose in my mind, I was looking for a lot of frilly throw pillows and vases with floral arrangements. Instead, it was just the basics. A sofa, with a pillow at either end. A couple of end tables, one with a lamp, the other with two magazines. As I stood in the room, Toni had slipped off into the bedroom and kicked off her sandals and removed her day play clothes and donned a satin pair of short shorts and a like top. It was very obvious that she was bra free under the slippery material. She walked into the kitchen and asked me if I would like a cold beer or glass of wine. "Coffee, if it's not too much trouble," I replied. "You got it, Babe!" I was looking at a picture above the faux fireplace when she came out and handed me my cup of coffee. She then went and sat down on the sofa, then patted the empty space right next to her. I sat next to her. Toni turned sideways to look at me, then placed her leg onto the couch, tucking her foot into her crotch. "Brent, I had the best time that I've had in a long time today. Thank you for that." "I had a great time too. Today was a spur of the moment thing. I really had no idea of what to do or where to go after brunch. I just drove and landed where we did at the last moment. I promise the next time, if you would allow me a next time, I will have a much better plan." I remarked. I guess I hit the right chord with her after saying that, because she sat her glass of red wine down on the coffee table and scooted closer to me. I looked at her as she moved and was light headed when I could see a light tuft of pubic hair peeking from behind the scant satin bottoms. My blood surged quickly through my heart and raced to my tingling balls and my anxious cock. Luckily, I had sat the hot coffee down seconds before she slid over to me. Toni grabbed my face into her hands, then leaned in to give me another long, wet, lingering kiss. My instincts ravaged my brain telling me to take initiative and push her back and climb on top of her as we kissed sensuously. My heart ached with desire and my neglected cock was straining at the metal zipper to be unleashed, but my actions were more gallant. I kissed her until we were both panting like cats after a long tussle of play. "Baby doll, it's getting late and I have a few things to do before tomorrow. Do you think we can pick this up after work tomorrow? Like after dinner, perhaps?" Toni looked at first as if I had slapped her. Then her eyes became softer and more deviant, almost to the point of being slits. "Sure, handsome. Just make me a promise." "I think I can do that. What is it?" "When you get home and get into the shower or the bed and think of me, don't waste a single drop of yourself. Save it for me." My cock lurched against the thick denim and the snug zipper when she said that. I felt faint. Seeing the hunger in her eyes, combined with the primal urge racing through my veins, made me re-think my leaving. The way Toni was leaning on her hands towards my standing frame, reminded me of a wild cat preparing to lurch on her prey. I stepped towards her on the sofa until my crotch was two or three inches from her face. "I can take care of those things tomorrow," I remitted, peering down at her lovely face. Her hair was now hanging on either side of her face as she looked up at me with the devilment look in her eyes. She slowly licked her lips, then began tugging at the stubborn button of my jeans after easily un-latching my belt. I reached down to assist the unfastening, but had my hands slapped playfully away. Now, she tugged the zipper downward as slowly as she could. Her eyes gazing deeply into mine as she did. With each passing cleat, my rigid cock inched further and further outward, straining at the blue cotton boxers briefs under the denim. My jeans were now tugged down to my knees when Toni sat upright on the sofa, and scooted at the edge, right next to my thighs. She pressed her nose against the stiff lump in my briefs and inhaled slowly. She sniffed the middle of my shaft, then down to my base, and finally at the tip where my pre-cum ooze had left a darker spot on the blue cotton. I can't ever remember being devoured through a woman's nose before. How erotic the sight and the feeling was! Toni opened her mouth and placed it on the darker spot of my briefs, then closed her lips around the circumference of my cloth covered head. I truly thought that I would shoot a load right then and there in my underpants with the ways of her teasing. I could feel her tongue as it massaged the sensitive underside of my cock head while her lips were pursed around the engorged tip. Toni removed her mouth. "I want to taste you, more than anything else right now. Turn around." I didn't hesitate, and turned around, my meaty butt cheeks to her, now. I felt her hands on either side of my briefs, then felt the air beginning to expose my naked flesh as she slid them down. As I stood in front of her, my jeans and boxers briefs down to my knees, I felt her blow a hot breath against the globes of my nude butt cheeks. Then I felt a firm slap on them. The noise it made was more intimidating than the slap itself. Toni kneaded my firm orbs for a few seconds, then told me to turn around. I looked down at my hefty protrusion while I began my own game of teasing of turning very slowly. My cock tip was shiny and deep pink. The tip was glazed with anticipation, and resembled an highly polished plum. The thick, blue vein along the shaft was bulging from the extremely taut flesh, surrounded by a couple of dark red veins that appeared to be crooked pencil etchings that ran its length. While I turned slowly, Toni had easily removed her satin top in one fluid motion, tossing the delicate fabric across the living room floor. Her breasts were magnificent to my eyes. They were creamy full mounds, adorned on the ends with quarter sized areolas and stiff nipples. I vaguely remember a thin line of drool begin to puddle at the corner of my mouth, just looking at them. Toni grabbed my ass cheeks in each of her hands and pulled me into her. My cock bumped her face when she did. She licked my heavy right ball with a broad flat tongue and licked slowly to the bottom of the crown of my aching cock. Then she did the same to my other nut, using a long, slow deliberate lick all the way to the tip. She stopped her tongue just at the bottom ridge of my crown. Pre-cum was flowing heavily from my cleft now, adding more of the shiny clear liquid over the glazed purple tip. After licking every square morsel of flesh from my throbbing balls and shaft, she grasped the hot spike into a free hand. With expertise, she squeezed the aching shaft firmly at the base and kept the firm hold as she squeezed upward to the head. As if in slow motion, I watched through my glazed eyes as the sticky pre-cum exuded from my slit, then drooled over the shiny head. Usually, when I have this much sexual liquid on the tip of my cock, it has been from an orgasm, NOT just the build up. Toni held her grasp just under the corona of my cock and looked up at me with an innocent look of anticipation. Her pointed tongue slid from between her lips and began to lick the sticky ooze from the head of my burning cock. Each stroke of her tongue felt as though the next lick would be the one to send me and my trembling thighs over the edge. With the firm grasp that she had on my cock, it kept me from coming, even though I would have liked nothing more. Toni released my stone hard cock from her warm hand. When she let go, it didn't move an inch. I can't recall being as excited as I was right now, and I haven't even seen my lover completely nude yet, much less to touch her. She stood and grabbed her satin bottoms and pulled them down far enough for them to fall limp around her ankles. In a kick that would rival a dance hall girl, the satin cloth flew across the room. I devoured her nude frame with my eyes. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into me, pressing my hot flesh against hers. My cock was pressing against her lower abdomen, making an imprint on the outside of her, where it would soon be inside of her. We kissed deeply and passionately as we had before. We must have kissed each other and tasted each others tongues for three minutes. I could taste my remnants on her sweet tongue. The saltiness of my essence made my lust build brighter. Not so much the taste of it, but the fact that it was in her mouth. Toni pulled back from our kissing first. Then, she told me to kick my jeans and underpants off, which I did in a rapid fashion. While I kicked and tugged to remove them, she laid down on the sofa, after pushing the coffee table far away from it. She went to the back of the sofa, sat down on the top of the back cushion, then fell backward. Her pussy and ass were now perched atop the back cushion, and her head was at the edge of the seat cushion. "Show me how well you can eat pussy, big man!" I walked to the edge of the seat cushion where her head was, placed my hands next to her hips on the back top cushion, then placed my hot mouth at her tuft of pubic hair just above her hairless glistening lips. I set my knees on either side of her head to steady myself better. I rubbed my nose all through the soft aromatic pubic hair, taking in her soft, sexy scent. My hunger for her was at an incredible stage now. I absolutely loved to devour a pussy with my mouth, and was soon to show her. I moved my hands from the cushion on the back of the sofa and placed them along the inside of each of her thighs. I began to lightly run my hot tongue over her puffy lips, just grazing them with glancing blows. I lapped up any traces of her weeping with my tongue. Her taste will forever be emblazoned on my mind, now. I breathed slowly and deeply as I licked, drinking her sexual redolent signature that was meant just for me. My licking became firmer as I went, until my tongue made its intrusion between her soft, sticky folds. I used my thumbs to hold the wet lips apart. I saw her engorged clit standing firmly out from its usual fleshy sheath, waiting to be pummeled by my incessant tongue. My first lick was directly on her swollen clit, long, slow and devilishly deliberate. I retracted my tongue, then slid it out against her hardened twig again. This time, I mimed the letter Z over the entire length of her trigger. Each time I etched the letter onto her clit, I used firmer pressure. Her moans were filling my ears now. Going for my next hard lick on her clit, I was suddenly brought back to reality of my excitement when I felt her tongue lapping at my balls dangling against her lips. Two times she licked, then sucked each oval sperm factory into her mouth. Then she grabbed my cock, pointed at her parted lips, then took my hard and wide cock to my balls in one slow gulp. I thought that I was going to pass out when I felt my cock head press past her tight throat muscles. My cock was now buried in her throat and with the groans she made from my oral talents on her pussy and clit, I knew for sure that I would drain my cock and balls into her tummy. Toni must have sensed this as well, because she withdrew my cock from her hot mouth and tight throat just to let it dangle in the cooler air, covered completely with her thick spit. Now, I know what spit shine truly meant! I dove back down between her wet folds and continued my assault on her exposed and vulnerable clit. My tongue wagged side to side over her clit with fervent passion now. I felt its girth swell slightly, and knew from my seasoned experience that was her last indication of pressure before she would ride the wave of ecstasy like a surfer on a huge wave of saltwater. But now, I returned the torment that she bestowed upon my aching loins, and stopped. "Aughhhhh!" she grunted. I stood from my position and looked at her beautiful face, her mouth wet from the licking at my balls and cock. "Get on the floor over there on the bear skin," I said in a commanding way. Toni was game for my play. I helped her get up and stand, then watched as that familiar ass of hers sashayed away from me again, this time, naked. She laid on her back in the middle of the bear skin, her knees bent and legs apart. I crawled between her legs on my knees. I laid my body against hers, fully at first. Her legs widened to accommodate my width. My red hot spike was pressing between her soft, wet folds as we began to kiss deeply again. My torso was propped up some on my elbows to prevent my entire weight from resting against her chest. I could feel the mounds of her breasts press against my finely haired chest. I imagined that her erect nipples furrowed thin trails through the thin mire of chest hair. My cock head was poised at her seeping opening. It slid inside of her easily as we kissed. The engorged, deep purple tip being enveloped by her pliable hot silk. We broke our kiss as I began to slowly fill her soft interior with my pulsing, hard shaft. Soon my balls rested against the firm globes of her lower butt cheeks. I held my cock perfectly still momentarily. I wanted her to feel my entire cock buried deeply inside of her. I envisioned my cock to be filling the imprint that it had made on the outside from earlier in our foreplay. The base of my cock was resting snuggly against her rigid clit, and I could feel the firmness of her engorged nub as it sat there. I withdrew my cock completely and slid it between the wet sticky folds until the belly of my shaft rubbed against her swelling trigger. My cock was all slick and sticky from her secretions. I was beginning to harvest her climax with my cock sliding up then down on her hard bud. As my cock slid up and down, I placed my mouth to the soft nape of her neck and formed a light suction. Once I held a secure suction, I slid my cock back inside of her hot, wet twat. Now, I began to saw in and out of her. Each stroke became firmer and faster until my hips pounded in and out of her. Her hips began to reach up to meet my every down thrust. The entire time, my lips held their suction as my tongue would lick firmly against the tender flesh of her neck. I stopped my long full strokes and buried my cock in as deeply as I could go. I instantly began to move with hard short chopping strokes instead. With each down thrust, my cock would nudge firmly against her sticky pearl. While having the feeling of my cock fully inside of her by only sawing in and out an inch or so, combined with the almost constant stimulation of my cock base against her clit, Toni began to sing her aria of sexual passion into the room. The very instant that I felt her first cinching of her climax wrap firmly around my piston like cock, my balls drew tight to the base of my cock and began to release a torrent of sperm deep inside of her convulsing womb. I didn't count the spurts, because at this point, it didn't matter. All that I knew was, she was relinquishing her sexual soul upon me as I was draining every ounce of passion and lust that my body possessed, into her. With each waning spasm of my twitching cock inside of her rhythmic throbbing of her climax, we gave each other an opening to learn to love and trust again. It felt great, too!