1 comments/ 6187 views/ 3 favorites Days Before Christmas By: NiCeallaigh Eric It was early. Not early, as in five minutes before your alarm and the sun is just breaking through the curtains, but early, early. 4:17 to be exact. I have been laying here for at least 15 minutes, debating between trying to go back to sleep and getting out of the warm covers, on my sliver of a side of the bed, to relieve myself. I stayed still, only hearing the sounds of the intermittent car drive by on the main road, and my wife's slow, steady breathing. Right now, she must be getting winter allergies. I can hear a tiny whistle when she exhales. Slowly, steadily, with every whistle, I am going insane. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and over again expecting a different result. That is me; my life. I am insane. Every day I expect it to be different. For me to find a way out the mundane doldrums I get to now call living. Thirteen years of marriage and I am almost afraid to move from the spot I lay in because it may wake her up, and I don't feel like dealing with her. Her anger, her snapping at me for not sorting the clothes properly and other shit I don't give two fucks about, but mostly how cold she is towards me. I roll over slowly and face her sleeping form. Her lean shoulder is peeking out from under the blanket, along with one foot. I smiled. She was still beautiful. Alexa still has the same small nose and dark blond hair. Lashes are still long as they lay across her sleeping cheeks, above her pink turns up lips. As peaceful as she is, I still want to take one of the pillows separating us to suffocate her and her whistle. I won't, but holy shit, it seems my life would be easier, just a little more peaceful during the holiday season without her. Wake up Christmas morning in the middle of the king size bed and jerk off to porn, before walking down to make some coffee around ten. Somewhere about 5 years ago I had become an insomniac who started watching more porn and reading erotic stories regularly. Not sure when, but it directly coincided with the same time we had stopped having sex regularly. Regularly being a loose word, due to the fact when we first started dating, we fucked everywhere, multiple times a day. Hell, she even went down on me in my cubical on a lunch break once. But sex became a once a week, to once a month, to a once a year thing. Now it had been just over three years, since my dick had been inside her. This was regular now. Rolling back over I looked out the crack in the curtains towards the dark hills beyond our place. Small lights gave the hillside a festive feel. It was only a few days until Christmas. The joyous holiday to be spent with loved ones. I don't think she loves me anymore. I think she cares for me as a person; she is a good one herself, but love, no. In fact, if I left and never came back, she may even be relieved. 4:31. I slid out of bed and left the room, closing the door behind me. Downstairs opened my laptop and stared at my screen saver. The waves and sunset at Moonlight Bay in Encinitas from last spring stared back. I miss surfing every day. I miss surfing once a week. I miss a lot of things once a week. I want that feeling back. Where you are excited to get up, to have fun, to flirt, to feel wanted, sexy. To be touched by someone wanting to give you pleasure and you can't wait to please them back. I couldn't resist. I needed to feel that again. Opening up Craigslist I went to the personal to see what was out there. A buddy of mine says he does it sometimes to see what is out there. I really wasn't sure where else to look. Clicking on the Strictly Platonic W4M. Since any chick available seemed like a dangerous option, I started with age, 29-39. I could go older and a little younger, but she has to be out of collage at least. Six postings. Wow, slim pickings. After reading each posting, I was pretty sure at least five would demand money upfront, and the other wanted a committed relationship, I needed to rethink this. What did I really want? Did I really want a quick roll in the hay? I wasn't really that guy anymore. I wanted more, craved more then a one-night stand. I had changed a lot since college. My desires had changed, evolved. I didn't want a committed relationship; I had one of those I didn't want to give up yet, but needed something that would bring the excitement back into my day. Make me want to get up and be glad I was a man. That I might have the chance to actually use my dick with another human. At that thought I reached down to give it a few shakes. Decision time. Do I stay in, continue to try to not go insane, or venture out and see if there is something else that is better? The grass may not be greener, but I felt like I needed to know. Or is this as green as it gets? Is this what marriage is? I have a feeling I need more in my life right now. Something to fill the void I am not getting at home. Bringing myself to a semi-hard state I realized, I did need more. I clicked on one of the erotica website I frequented, and logged in. Going to the personal section was a first though. I scrolled down to the section for women seeking men and clicked. Waited for it to load. There were 1,239 recent postings. Wow. I never imagined so many. Each one had their small picture of themselves maybe or a something next to the positing Looking for hot man for oral Come play with my pussy Fill my erotic fantasies Sub looking for Dom Looking for something else That was just like me. Looking for something else. The picture was a silhouette of a female surfer. Surferchic79. I gave myself a few more pumps as I imagined this lean, tan, and beauty leaning over me in the chair and set my computer down. Her hands on arms of the chair, pert round breasts in teasing my face. Reaching up, I grabbed one, bringing the nipple to my mouth, making the brown tip hard before moving to the other to do the same. She arches back and moans loudly granting me access to more. "I want to ride you Eric. I want to fuck every once of cum out of you." Her voice was sultry, eyes dilated and hot. I pulled her hips forward to mine. She knew what to do, slowing I could feel myself filling up her tight pussy an inch at a time, until she was full to the hilt. I couldn't bite back my moan. She was so wet and warm around me. She didn't move just squeezed her walls around me a few times. My dicked twitched inside of her. Grabbing my shoulders she began rocking back and forth, rubbing me into further bliss. I could feel her tightening around me as her hips continued to move. Her pace quickened. Fuck I was about to burst. She didn't stop her frantic pace. Her pussy locked around my straining cock. "Oh god, oh fuck, Eric come with me." I burst, pulling my cock towards my chest. Stroking as I shot three more times. I stroked it slowly feeling how sensitive it was, then set it down. I leaned back, cum on my chest and stared at the ceiling. This was my life. Jerking off in the dark to visions of sugarplum surfers riding my cock. "Eric, can't sleep?" Alexa's barley awake, voice sounded from the tops of the stairs. I froze, hoping she wouldn't come downstairs. "Yeah, I just couldn't sleep, didn't realize I woke you. Sorry. Go back to bed, I will just get a shower and head to the gym." How would I explain this? I guess she would see for herself and understand what I was dong. Four visible streams of cum were reflecting the moonlight through the back sliding door. "Its okay. I . . . never mind." She trailed off as she retreated back to the bedroom. ++++ Alexa I heard him get out of bed, just like every night for the past week. It was not even five am. He used to make to at least five. The light of his computer could be seen on the hard wood floor under the French doors to our bedroom, which meant he was in one of the chairs in the living room. I know he thought his computer was a discrete way to look at porn, but, well, lets just say, I'm not that stupid. He was unhappy. I was more then unhappy. I lay in bed hearing him rustle around on the leather chair, type, and then start to jack off. I lay back listen to him, whack, and whack, and quietly moan, and whack, whack, whack, pant, whack... Wow, he is getting after it. Who ever the woman is, I hope she is fat and ugly and hideous, but I know she is some beautiful photo shopped goddess wearing next to nothing, making me feel like less of a women then ever. In all actuality I am a little turned on by hearing him pleasure himself. Picturing his hard dick, slick, as he strokes it up and down. He had a beautiful penis. Long, straight, with decent girth, and a big head. I still remember the first time we had sex, in the back of his car. It was such a tight fit, felt like the head popped into my slick folds. God it felt good. Maybe he would want some company. I could use a solid orgasm right now. I'd even take a small one for that matter. I got up and slide my panties off, followed by my tank top. I quietly stepped into the hallway trying not to make too much noise and went to the stairs. He was still at it. I could hear his heavy breathing and rapidly sliding hand. "Eric." I said just above a whisper. I still wasn't sure I wanted to do this. It had been so long for us. Taking a couple more steps lower I could see his lower half over the edge of the wall. Hand moving fast, legs and stomach tight. Watching him was starting to make me damp. Then I heard a quiet, "Ah, fuck, yeah." And watched him squirt himself in the chest until he was finished. He set his partially limp dick down. I turned to go back up making the stair squeak. Thinking I was caught I knew I should say something. "Eric, can't sleep?" I tried to sound tired and not irritated. He took a second to answer. "Yeah, I just couldn't sleep, didn't realize I woke you. Sorry. Go back to bed, I will just get a shower and head to the gym.". "Its okay. I . . . never mind." I didn't know what to say. He obviously didn't want me to see him and his handy work, or be anywhere near me. I went to the bedroom to give him more space. If I give him anymore, it means I move out. What happened to us? I didn't bother putting back on my clothes and crawled back under the covers to pretend I was asleep before he came in to use the bathroom and grab his gym clothes. I heard him rinse off in the shower before getting dressed. I mean who showers before the gym. I may rarely go, but I know that much. I kept me eyes closed as he moved around our bedroom. I felt him stop in front of my side of the bed and pause. Was he staring at me? My eyes were closed so I wasn't sure, but tried to fake sleep a little longer. I felt him lean down and softly kiss me on the head before walking out of the bedroom. Watching him go, I wondered if there was hope. Rolling over I could feel I was still wet. I got up and pulled my vibrator, dildo, and lube out of their hiding place. I turned vibrator on a few notches to high and spread a little lube on my clit and vagina. Placing the vibrator on my clit, I began to rub it hard up and down. It didn't take long to me to feel the need for something inside me. Something more to make me come. In all my 35 years, I still couldn't come with just fingers or a mouth. I needed it all. I used my dildo to spread the moisture around and started to press it inside. In and out, each time going deeper. It felt good, but wasn't the same as a man. The warmth, the touch, the feeling of his lips on your neck, ear, oh god I wanted that again. I continued to fuck against my plastic toy, with my vibrator firmly pressed to my clit, until a shallow orgasm washed over me. Which was okay. I set my toys down in the bed next to me. I wanted to really cum. Like cum, cum. Like water falls in Niagara, I am so sated I can't move, we are both literally dripping with sweat, let me roll off you and you can have your way with me I frankly don't give a damn, cum. The cum of a lifetime, that I had at 18, with Geoff. I wanted that again. Was it too much to ask? I giggled into my hand not believing how stupid I use to be. I know he was too old for me. I know my parents would have killed me or him if they found out this was a regular thing. I know he probably wasn't hard the whole time, but I didn't care, or know, I was 18 and had very little know how at that point. What I do know is I came at least eight times before I really came. I didn't even know you could cum like that. But I did and didn't want it to stop. And I haven't stopped wanting it. In college I thought that was coming, and the other was well, just fun flutters or something. They felt good, but no, bam, splash, wow. So when asked, "No, I haven't came yet. Yeah keep going." I may have been wrong, but four little orgasms don't even come close to the big one. I must have wrecked a few guys' egos back then. Thinking about it again, the rush of desire overtook me. I wanted to again. It felt like rushing water cascading down the walls of my vagina. I remember when it happened I had very little to no control over any part of my body. I had to roll off of him or collapse on top. As soon as I did, he was on top, fucking my brains out some more. Well at least until he got off. We fucked for hours. Well, probably at least an hour plus. I don't think I had sex more then 15 minutes start to end in the last decade. Where did all the fucking go? The 'I don't care that I am so sweaty it is currently dripping off my face and down my chest on to you, and nor do you. In fact you love it even more then I do.' Where is that guy, that type of sex? Three days before Christmas. I still needed to grab a few gifts; Eric's sister, our two nieces, and his cousin Aaron. Jesus, I didn't even know what they would like. Kids I could handle, but buy your family your own gifts. My irritation was already starting. I got to cool off in the sower then get dressed for work. One more workday until after New Years. ++++ Eric 4:37am. Again darkness still covered the room. Her steady breaths could be heard on the other side of the bed. This time, no whistling. I had been a constant wreck for months and there she was, sleeping away like nothing was going on. The big fat elephant sat right on top of me, carefully avoiding her side of the bed. It knew where the pillow line was too. I needed to stop. Stop picking fights with her every move. Stop blaming her for everything that is wrong. Stop pushing away. I needed to let her know I still wanted her. I couldn't even respond to a personal ad yesterday. I still wanted this. I still want her. If she still wants me, this has to work. Carefully I move one king size pillow from the great wall. I slid over a solid six inches. Still had at least two feet to go even be close to Alexa. With small normal size pillow gone, I slid further in. Nothing between us now. Unless you counted years of hostility and my trepidation towards doing what I think I was about to. She was lying on her back, one leg out of the covers and the other bent at the knee and out to the side. Perfect. I almost feel myself entering her. Moving the covers down on my quarter of the bed, I made my way to approach her from the bottom. My only risk was a foot to the face, but I had faith on my side. Little, tenuous faith. I gently ran my hands up her thighs to her crotch. Pressing my thumbs on both her clit and pussy I rubbed as I began kissing the insides of her thighs. She stirred when I reach the part that was no longer thigh, but more intimate. Dipping my hand under her panties, I rubbed against her with the backs of my fingers. I didn't have a good angle to do much else, so I used my thumb and pushed it just inside of her pulled out the juices, spreading them around creating a slick opening. Her hips raised up just a little letting me know; A. she was awake but still faking sleep, B. she likes this, and C. I just might get laid this year. Taking my hands away I pulled on both sides of her panties. She raised her hip and changed her leg position to assist. Looking up, I saw her eyes still closed. Faker. I spread her legs once more, and licked the outside edge her pussy, opening it to me. It was shaved differently then last time. Now she had just a little tuff of trimmed hair above the slit. I liked it. Made her seem like she was an adult still. All the way bare reminded me of a pre-teen or someone too young to be doing these activities with. I gazed at her for one more second before bringing my mouth down on her clit. She always liked it hard there. I kept my pressure with my tongue as I sucked and moved my mouth back and forth, slow fucking her clit. Her hips once again came up to meet me and I heard to gasp, so I knew I was on the right track. Circling her opening I made sure to pull more juice out to make her wet, then slid one finger in, pumping a few times. She moaned, and then grabbed my head, pulling me harder against her. Adding another finger got another moan and more hip movement. My cock was dying to get inside. She was tight and wet. Everything I wanted. Soon her hand locked down on my head even more and I could feel her tighten around my fingers. "Don't stop. Don't stop." She said in a husky voice. Trust me honey I wasn't going to. Couldn't anyway I'm in a vise. I held my two fingers against her g-spot and continued to let her basically fuck my face off, until I felt her break. Her fingernails dug into my head and she called me god a few times before releasing. Once she did, I moved up her body, kissing her flat stomach, belly button minus the ring she once wore, then each almost perfect breasts, not neglecting each puckered nipple. Made my way to her collarbone, then nuzzled and kissed her neck all the way to her ear lobe. She arched giving me more room, as I continued to nibble and bite. I gasp when she grabbed my cock. It became fully hard instantly with one stroke of her hand. I moved my long body to her side to give her more access. Her warm hand felt so good. I watched as she leaned forward and licked her lips before putting her tongue on the tip of my dick, tasting the pre-cum that had leaked out. The corners of her lips turned up a small amount as she tucked them around her teeth, and slid me further into her mouth. I was knelt before her, on just my knees as she was sucking. She licked around my cock using her tongue to add saliva. The slickness helped as she put it back in and I could feel the back of her throat with the tip. Using her hand and mouth she slowly teased me up and back until my head rolled back. I couldn't help my hips rocking with each stroke, wanting more. Bringing my cock all the way out, she licked along the underside to my sack. Using her hand, she guided one nut into her mouth, sucking and kneading it with her tongue, while her hand worked the other. My rock hard cock stared back at me as she brought me down from my knees. I had nothing to hang onto and could barley see straight. I needed to lie down but didn't want her to stop. She grabbed the other ball and started to suck just as hard. I moaned, buckling at the waist. "Baby, hold on. Let me lie down. I can't..." Suck, suck, tongue flick, more blood to my already too straining cock. I pushed her back and lay down before I passed out on top of her. She went right back to torturing my sack. I gripped the sheets with both hands, grunting and holding back a scream. I could feel my abs start to cramp from the strain. Just before I had to ask her to stop, she kissed along my torso and up my body. At each nipple she used her teeth, biting me slightly and sucking. Then she bit me a little harder. "Oh fuck, honey, that feels good." She had never been this rough and I liked it. Moving up to my shoulders, Alexa, kissed along them, licked up my neck, then bite along my chin to my ear. All along she was pinching one of my nipples until I could barley take it. The pleasure and pain mixed was amazing. Days Before Christmas After a year of playing my girlfriends games I'd just about gotten enough put away to move out on my own when the holidays rolled around. Sure, some of it was fun and certainly exciting but never in my life had I imagined doing some of the freaky shit she asked of me. Truthfully, a part of me enjoyed being dominated in her playful little way but if I was ever going to be a professional I was going to have to move out on my own. Still, sexy fun with a thin, athletic blonde with nicely hanging 36D tits and a still firm ass and tummy from all the pilates classes wasn't going to be easy to just let go of. I'd gotten home from a meeting on the 23rd and things were looking promising. I was one phone call away from the freedom to escape from her world and I knew it. So, when I walked in and found her waiting in the viewing room all curled up and cute, I stood and looked at her imagining life without her. She must have heard me come in. As I stood there she opened her eyes and smiled brightly. "Hey baby," she said to me, her voice like a whisper. "How was your meeting?" Putting my suitcase down and flopping into the overstuffed sofa next to her I sighed, more from the exhaustion of travel than the trip itself. Undoing my tie I put my arm around her. "I don't know babe, it's just too soon to tell." "I'm sure you did great. In the meantime," she smiled, getting up and going to the closet. "I've got a little something for you." Great, I thought to myself, sitting there trying to fane interest in whatever little game she'd dreamed up while I was away. Over the past year I'd found myself as her personal plaything, been forced to strip for her amusement in some interesting places and some very uncomfortable situations and engaged in more sexual antics than I'll ever be able to explain to anyone. Fact was, there were times I played along with it to make her happy and times that it was the money an older rich woman can throw around that kept me from walking out the door. I'd spent a month naked last year. I thought she would have been nicer about it but when push came to shove she kept me in what she called her "favorite" outfit even during Thanksgiving dinner. I'd even bartended at her club and on more than one occasion been groped by strangers. One night things had gotten pretty out of control and I did a soccer mom on the dance floor. So, after all that, she'd had some time without me and I couldn't imagine what she might have in mind. As she came back to the sofa she had two packages in her hands-one much bigger than the other. She handed me the larger one first. Maybe it was the child in me but I felt kind of excited and scared at the same time. "What's this?" I asked. Open it silly was all she said. Sitting there as she was nearly bouncing on the sofa cushion next to me I tore open the wrapping paper to find a clothing box. Slowly opening it up and looking inside I'm not even sure why I asked-I knew what she had in mind. "Hum, for you?" I asked her, holding up the long black satin negligee. It really was a sexy little number and would look great on her. It had vertical stripes and every other panel was see thru. "No silly," she laughed. "It's for you." I sat the box down and took her by the hand. Now was as good a time as any to tell her that I was going to leave. I didn't know what she had in mind but I really wasn't interested to say the least. Before I could speak she straddled my lap and began kissing me, her tongue finding its' way across mine as her hands roamed freely over my body. I struggled but finally got her attention as she began working on my belt. "I need to talk to you." "I need to give you your other present first," she told me. Opening up the smaller box there was a card inside it. It read, "FOR ALL THE THINGS YOU'VE DONE FOR ME AND THE THINGS YOU'LL DO NEXT." Inside the box was a set of remote keys. I hadn't seen this type of key before so I didn't know what it was for. Suddenly I was quite curious, more curious as to the keys than worried about what I might have to do for them. "It's the black one, the one we looked at before you left," she beamed as she told me about the new SUV she'd bought me. "You've been such a good boy that I thought you deserved something special." "And all I've got to do is wear this?" "No silly," she laughed as she told me how it was an outfit for her Christmas Party. "I can't have you parading around in the buff for this one. It might be a bit awkward." Shit, who had she invited I wondered. Still though, the gag of wearing something like that to a Christmas party might be worth the S.U.V. Especially if the one she bought was the model that we looked at before I left town. I was seriously hoping that it wasn't just a bunch of her business co-horts or handsy friends coming over. "So," I asked, "Who might be coming to this?" "Oh no," she giggled, telling me that's a surprise. "Now," she smiled, "Get them clothes off mister. You know I like to see my boy without all this covering." I don't know why but I instinctively starting taking my clothes off without a second nudge or request. As I got down to my boxers Daniella came into the room asking if she should bring in drinks now that I was home. To my surprise, Daniella was as nude as I was about to be with the exception of a white cleaning apron tied around the front of her. It did nothing to hide the thirty-one year olds nice 38D tits and clean shaven pussy from view. As Suzi told her two scotches she turned around and to my viewing pleasure was that sweet ass that I imagined just two weeks ago was beneath her maids outfit. "Daniella," I asked? "I got bored while you were away." Sliding my boxers down and handing them over I found myself right back where I was before I left, before I had decided that I was going to seek a more normal life. As I stood there, Suzi dropped down to her knees and began to stroke my already erect cock, rubbing the tip against her face as she looked up at me. "I've missed my favorite toy. I'm glad you're home," she said as she enveloped my cock in her mouth. It was almost more than I could take as I felt her lips wrap around me and her tongue beginning to swirl around the head. As she worked her hands up and down the shaft, pumping her face ferociously up and down on my cock as she looked up at me. As she pumped her face onto my cock the feeling of her hands manipulating my balls was driving me insane. As much as I didn't want to, after two weeks away from home, I was letting her break me in what was going to be a near record time even for her. "Ugh!" I grunted as I tried to hold it back. To my surprise though, the feeling of a second set of hands on my shoulders added to the sensations going through me, especially as the familiar feel of a great set of tits pushed against my back. It was Daniella, looking over my shoulder at her boss as she sucked my cock. Feeling the second set of hands on me was too much and I almost immediately erupted, spraying Suzi across her face with shot after shot of cum. Looking down at the look of accomplishment in her eye as it ran across her face and down onto her chin, neck and chest I could barely stay on my feet. "Welcome home baby," she cooed as she stood up, kissing her lovely house servant right on the mouth. "So," she asked, "You'll wear my gift to dinner then?" What to do? That night went by pretty much as most of them did. The sex was awesome, as was the new eye candy serving us dinner. In the morning I woke up and Suzi was already downstairs. I could hear her morning soundtrack playing in the distance. She'd either just gotten done with aerobics or was in the middle of working out. I crawled out of bed and into a much needed shower. As I stood there beneath the water I couldn't help but to think about the new S.U.V. If she'd just bought it then the paperwork wouldn't be here for a few weeks. I could wait to see if she'd registered it under my name and if so that would be my consolation prize as I finally made my break for it. Getting out and toweling off I just kept repeating, it's just a few weeks, it's just a few weeks. The front room was empty except for the music playing from the stereo. I made my way out to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and that's when I found my mistress. As I walked in it was obvious that she was occupied as her trainer was sitting there eating breakfast with her. Getting a cup of coffee I tried to nonchalantly make small talk. As the only one of the people that lived here that wasn't allowed to wear clothing at home pretty much everyone of her friends and associates had seen me in my birthday suit. As I stood there, sipping from my mug, I could see that her hand was stroking his cock beneath the table. I'd seen it before but usually there was no surprise to it. The lack of warning caused a slight stir in my stomach but even worse a twitch in my cock. "See," she said, pointing to my now half hard tool. "I told you he would be alright with this." With that she motioned for me to have a seat as she stood up and from what I could now tell, remounted his hard nine inches. "I am getting a great work out today baby... With you gone I had to do something to stay in shape." "I guess so," I answered, watching her tits bounce up and down and she found her stride. God forbid she would actually do aerobics with her trainer. "So,," she spoke through a winded voice. "What's on your agenda today?" "I'm going to the den to work on a rewrite," I told her. As she began to moan louder I could tell she was getting very into things. "In fact I think I'll get to it," I said, covering my now raging boner as I stood up to leave. A little while later Suzi came into the den with a grin on her face and a slight rubbery walk in her legs. She came around the desk telling me how Zach had left for the day. "Now I have you all to myself," she announced as she laid back on my desk and pulled my face between her thighs. "Lick me," she demanded. Like an obedient little lap dog I did exactly as I was told. Grabbing a hold of her legs and positioning them over my shoulders I stuck my tongue out and began to lap at her swollen clit, the taste of her and her trainers juices mixing together. She cooed and moaned as I inserted a finger inside her, getting her going again. Running my tongue up and down her clit and flicking it into her freshly fucked pussy I began to stroke my cock beneath my desk. Her legs tightened around my head, pulling my face tighter against her as she began to buck and writhe like a whore in heat. Her orgasm was loud and didn't leave anything to anyone's imagination as she yelled out "Eat my fucked pussy, like me clean you little bitch!" As her orgasm erupted and I felt her hands wrap tightly in my hair, nearly pulling out lengths at the root, I felt my cock bubbling in my hand. We came together and as she went limp I fell back into my chair... "Just a few more weeks..." I mumbled. "What's that baby?" she asked. "Nothing mistress," I told her, "Just got me excited." Days Before Christmas I grabbed the back of her neck and hair, pulling her to meet my mouth. I roughly kissed her, needing her to feel it in every part of her. She let out a small yelp when I bit her lower lip. Flipping her over, I spread her legs and held my cock above her wet opening. I could see it shine in the moonlight. I took both her arms above her head and held them with one hand. Spreading her further with my thighs, I plunged into her. I could feel how tight she was. My tip popped through, and then the rest followed sliding into all the way. I couldn't help but moan when I heard hers. Fuck she felt good. I pumped slowly a few times before lowering my body, so we were chest to chest. I let go of her arm and slid mine around under her shoulders and locked her into place. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, because its what she needed. She always needed pressure on her clit to make her cum. As I began, she also hooked her arms under mine and wrapped her legs around me, so her heels were resting on the backs of my knees. I moved up and back, slamming into her. Soon it evolved where she was the one moving. I just held my position, as she dug in her heels, pressed her hips up, and fucked me. It only took two long hard minute of concentrated will power, for her to jack up her pace even more, and squeeze around me moaning, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming," as she continued to ride me at a much slower pace milking the rest of her orgasm out. When she paused, I pulled out and spun her hips around. I entered her from the back, sliding in deeply. I paused giving myself a second, knowing it had been awhile. Seeing her, open to me, pert ass, and long lean back. It knew I wouldn't last long. I pumped in and out slowly. Watching myself disappear in her each time. She was doing this for me. She hated this position. Said it did feel good. She always wants her clit fucked with during sex. I stroked her a few more times, getting closer to the end, then stopped buried deep. This needed to be about her. I pulled out and lay down on my back next to her. She was going to ride me tonight. Give and take. Alexa's confused look didn't last long as climbed over me and straddled my hips. Holding my cock she guided it inside. Her head tipped back just a little from that pleasure I was giving her. She went all the way down, so her clit was on my pubic hairs, and then started to grind against me. Alexa wasn't one who liked to bounce up and down. She liked to grind on me, deep inside. Forever. For hours if she could. She wanted to come every other minute for the rest of the morning. I just couldn't always hang. She felt too good. Looked too amazing on top of me with her chest bouncing and tight stomach and hips moving. There was too much friction when she rode me. I tried so hard. She was holding onto the headboard and I had her hips. I thought of puppies and children and everything else, but how fucking much my body was tensing as I held my stomach tight so she could grind on it more and tried not to come at the same time. This is why the dentist wants me to where e night guard. I don't grind my teeth, I bite them so hard when she in on top you can't tell the difference. Her paced quickened to Nascar level and she closed her eyes tight, while she came again. As she slowed I knew it still felt good, but needed to breather. I help her hips still. "Give me tens seconds." I could tell she didn't want to obey, but did. Taking a deep breath, "Okay, go again." She began slow, but within ten seconds was back on her horse making tracks. I tightened everything, prayed for strength and letting her fuck my cock without inhibition. Sweat dripped down my forehead and I could see it on my forearms. I gritted my teeth as she came again. I could tell it was short, not as good as the one before. "Stop. One sec., just a sec." I held her hips still. I could feel her squeeze around me once. "Whoa, just a sec." This was our own personal red light, green light game. This continued for a few more rounds. Each round becoming a little shorter, as she came with shorter frequency. I was covered in sweat. Mine, hers, it didn't matter. It was hard work lying here not coming. She had sweat dripping in between her boobs and hair was wet. She was so fucking sexy. "I'm ready baby," I said and smiled. By this point my stomach felt almost raw, so I couldn't even imagine what she felt like, but she kept going strong. I almost couldn't take it any more. I hadn't opened my eyes since about three green light ago, and couldn't now. I may need Viagra if this is how it is always going to be. "Ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhh." They didn't come out as pretty ah's, but primal, demon within ah's. I could feel her around me. Warm and wet everywhere. She was still slowly moving on me but with little aftershocks. She pumped on me for another 30 seconds, coming, rushing. Then she just rolled off me and nothing. She looked dead except for her heavy breathing. Rolling over her, I put both legs over my shoulder and drove deep inside of her. She barley moved. "You okay?" I had to ask, I mean if you saw her, you would think the same. She moved one hand to my knee. "Yeah, I don't care what you do I'm good." Patting me twice before it rolled off to the sheets. I think I fucked, or more she fucked herself into a drunken stupor. I was still close and needed release. I drove into her knowing how amazing I had made her feel. I jacked me up even more. As I came in side of her, I felt each burst of cum squirt out with each stroke. When I was empty, I pulled out, lowering her legs, and collapsed beside her. "Your turn to wash the sheets," she said with a laugh. I grabbed her hand. "Les throw them away. This bed is disgusting, I'm on a puddle of sweat, but I am too tired to move." "I can't either. I thought I wasn't ever going to come like that again." "What. Who made you come like that?" "Oh god, an old boyfriend. Don't be made it was forever ago. His name was Geoff." "I'm not mad. I want to give him a fucking medal." "Oh fuck you." Alexa said as she playfully smacked me on the arm. "You just did, honey. You just did." "Better then your porn?" I paused before answering. "Yeah. Better then your toys?" "Touché. How do you know about those?" I just squeezed her hand and smiled. "Can't wait to use then together. I have some ideas if you up for them." "Only if you agree no porn without me." "In that case, I have some other ideas too." Alexa rolled to face me. "Tell me one." Rolled over to see her face when I told her. "Threesome." "You wan time to be with another man at the same time? What would it look like?" "I was thinking more, another women. Me doing her from behind, while she eats you out. Or other way around." I raised an eyebrow as she raises both of hers. She just stared at me. "Do you really want it from behind?" Her teasing smile broke through. "I was thinking you from behind, but actually. I may want to try it with a strap on sometime if it's not too kinky for you." Alexa rolled back over and stared at the ceiling. I may have lost her with that. She was this sweet, yet wild, cupcake, and I was, well, me. She rolled back over and looked at me. "Do you think Christina would go for this? She is pretty hot," then smiled.