0 comments/ 18467 views/ 0 favorites No Words By: Rosebud She sat there all alone weeping on the steps to her townhouse. The day couldn't have gone any worse. It all started when she woke up late. When she got to work, her boss called her into his office and made her feel like a very minute person. After work, she went out to get into her car and the tire was flat...no spare, she forgot to get it fixed the last time. She had to walk the five miles home. Halfway home the sky opened up as if saying, "I hate you too." She finally made it home, her clothes once a little loose were now conforming to her body. She opened the door to her townhouse, knowing at least her bird would be singing for her to cheer her up. No song. She didn't even have to walk over to the cage, she closed her door again and went back outside to the steps. Her sobs were loud and strong. She didn't hear the stranger walk up. He sat beside her and handed her his handkerchief. She slowly looked up and was looking into the most amazing eyes. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the stranger's. She felt a beautiful peace enveloping her easing her troubles away. He slowly pulled her into his chest with his strong but tender arms encasing her. Not even one alarm went off in her head. There was something about the soothing comfort in his arms and with her needing comfort most of all right now, she didn't even allow her brain to question it. Slowly she stood up, taking the man's hand, and led him upstairs. She opened her door and he followed her in. He looked around then sat on the couch as she made her way into the bathroom. He heard the shower start and could tell that she had gotten in by the sounds of the water hitting her flesh. He walked to the door and slowly opened it. He could see her standing behind the glass, a vision of loveliness. He undressed and entered the shower. The water was pelleting off her head only to form a waterfall going down her soft ample breasts and cascading to the floor. He picked up the soap and slowly started to wash her body. Her neck was well defined and her shoulders were gracefully curved. His arousal was becoming obvious as he slowly started to wash her breasts. They were so full and the nipples stuck out as if they were just inviting a tongue and warm mouth to kiss and suck on them. He worked his way down her stomach. It had just a slight rounding curve to it and then he looked farther down. Her mound was neatly trimmed and it called up to him. As he kneeled, he gently moved his soaped hand around in between her legs. A soft moan escaped her. He rinsed her mound off and stood up. Gently lifting her up against the shower, he moved in between her legs, then lowered her onto his swollen cock. The moan came from deeper in her as her womanhood slowly engulfed all he had to give. He pulled almost all out all the way, then inch by inch entered her again. His lips found her nipples and started sucking on them, gently nipping the ripe buds. Her back was arching against the cold wall, driving her further down on the impaling rod. Faster and faster she was rising up and down. It felt like his cock was entering her body, searching for all the bad things and dragging them out. Her breath was coming in quicker gasps, as the shower seemed to be closing in. A wave was rushing over her, seeming to cleanse her soul. With a unison explosion, every trouble in her mind seemed to disappear. He reached up and turned the shower off. Grabbing the towel, he gently dried her off. Picking her up, he carried her to the bed, laid her down and covered her up. He went back to the bathroom and got dressed. As he left, he glanced once more over his shoulder to her sleeping form, and smiled. No Words Jonah had planned with Jesse to take Elijah by surprise, coming home a day earlier than he had told the younger man. Elijah, not expecting anything, was folding laundry when Jonah came behind him and pulled his hands behind his back Elijah jumped and tried to turn, "Be still," Jonah said in a low voice. Elijah nodded, too shocked at hearing Jonah's voice to speak, and unable to sign. "Good boy," Jonah praised, "Now I want you to walk into the bed room and strip. There are a few things laid out on the bed, you will put them on and kneel in the center of the room to wait for me." Elijah nodded again, Jonah let go of his arms and pushed him towards the bedroom. Jesse was already in the bedroom when Elijah entered. He was naked and kneeling to the side of the bed. He did not speak as Elijah walked by him. Elijah was still too shocked to say anything himself. He did as he was told, he undressed and put of the cuffs that were lying on the bed. Along with them were a cock ring and a blindfold, he put the cock ring on and walked to the middle of the room and knelt. Once he was kneeling he covered his eyes and waited. It seemed an eternity before Jonah entered the room, "Stand up." Jonah's voice was dark and heady, Elijah did not hesitate, he stood up quickly. "Right here, right now there is only me." As he spoke Jonah bent down to attach a spreader bar to Elijah's ankle cuffs. He then drew Elijah's arms up and attached them to the bar that hung from the ceiling. It was the position Jonah preferred to keep someone in, it could be easily held and he had access to every part of Elijah's body. Once he was satisfied that Elijah was well bound he walked away and returned with a ball gag, he forced it into Elijah's mouth. "You will have no words, no say, in what I will do with you. Your pleasure and your pain are at my whim. Your will is mine." Elijah's eyes grew wide behind the blindfold as Jonah pushed the gag into his mouth, he whimpered softly at the older man's words. Jonah trailed his hand down Elijah's chest and to his cock, "Your cock is mine, you will not be permitted to come unless I grant you the privilege." His hand moved from Elijah's cock to his balls, he squeezed hard, making Elijah try and jerk away. This only caused Jonah to pull at his balls. Elijah cried out behind the gag. As Jonah continued to speak Elijah felt himself slipping away. He wanted to give himself completely to Jonah, his body, his soul, his will. Elijah wanted to please him in anyway he could. He desperately wanted to belong to Jonah. "I will cause you pain, but with pain comes pleasure. You will ache for me, you will long for the momentary bouts of pleasure I will grant you even as you enjoy the pain I inflict." Jonah removed the blindfold and took hold of Elijah's chin, forcing the man to look at him, "You belong to me." Elijah tried to speak behind the gag, tried to tell Jonah that yes, he did belong to him, would always belong to him, but it only game out as muffled sounds. At last he nodded, Jonah took his hand away and replaced the blindfold. Jonah did not warn him before he hit him. Elijah yelped as Jonah's hand landed heavily on his ass. Jonah and he hardly waited before landing another in the same place. After five slaps Jonah switched sides, Elijah sighed softly when Jonah stopped and called to Jesse. Jesse crawled over to Jonah and knelt at his feet, "Master," He said softly, waiting for his instructions. As it was Jonah did not say anything, he took hold of Jesse's long hair and pushed his head towards Elijah's cock, Jesse let out a soft moan, the pain sending sparks of pleasure through his body. "Use your mouth to make him scream with the need to cum." Jonah said as he let go of Jesse's hair. Jesse nodded, "Yes, Master," He said in the same soft voice he had first spoke in. He moved closer to Elijah and leaned forward, flicking his tongue over Elijah's cock. He started out with teasing flickers before moving to searing open mouth kisses along the length of his cock. Elijah was trembling and constantly whimpering from behind the gag, it was all he could to control himself. Jesse's talented tongue swirled over his cock head before the older submissive took his cock into his mouth and began to suckle. Elijah's whimpers turned into groans before Jesse finally took his cock down his throat. The young submissive screamed then, trying to beg for mercy, he would have come had Jonah not pulled Jesse away from him. "Good boy," Jonah praised Jesse, "Now go fetch me the bag that is sitting on the chair over there, you will crawl to it and back." Jesse did as he was told, unable to crawl and carry the bag at the same time he gripped it in his teeth to take it back to his Master. Jonah took it from his mouth and removed a slender leather paddle Elijah stood still trembling, only half aware of what was going on between Jonah and Jesse. The paddle jolted him out of his reverie as it landed across his already sore ass. Instead of ten strokes, as he had done with his hand, Jonah increased the spanking to fifteen strokes. Elijah's eyes were watering by the time Jonah had finished. He expected then to be driven to the point of release, as had happened previously, but it wasn't what happened. A flogger was now applied to his flesh. Jonah flicked it up his legs to his back before moving to flick it over his chest. Elijah's whole body ached by now. His cock was hard, his nipples erect and throbbing under the attention of the leather flogger. He desperately wanted it to stop, yet at the same time keep going. Jonah stopped then and walked away from Elijah and to Jesse. While Elijah stood trembling Jonah pushed Jesse face down onto the bed and held him there with one hand as he fucked him with a lifelike dildo. Jesse writhed and whimpered under Jonah's touch. Jonah made him beg for his release, and when he came he did so calling his Master's name. Elijah was unusually aware of his body, of every little ache and pain, of every jolt of pleasure and longing. The sounds from the bed only served to make things worse. When Jonah finally did come back to him he was carrying the small cock crop that Jesse had used on Elijah previously. Elijah scream was clear even behind the gag as the small leather whip hit his flesh. The small leather whip grazed Elijah five times. Spittle was running from Elijah's mouth and tears from his eyes as Jonah stopped. He was babbling incoherently behind the gag, but his cock was still hard. Gently Jonah wrapped his hand around Elijah and stroked him lightly. Elijah arched against the touch as it brought a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized what a sight he must be, his body bright red from the spankings and flogging, tears, snot, and spit running down his face, but none of that mattered, in fact his was hardly aware of it. At the moment he was no longer Elijah, he was Jonah's boy, Jonah's slut. He was Jonah's and that was it. That was enough. Through the haze of pleasure/pain he heard Jonah speak, "Do you want to come boy," Jonah's voice was a growl. Elijah nodded frantically. Jonah beckoned Jesse back to them and once more positioned him in front of Elijah before he moved off to roll on a condom and get some lubrication. Elijah grunted as he felt Jonah's fingers pressing into him. First one, then another, slowly sliding in and out, scissoring to stretch the tight ring of muscle, a third joined them and the pace became more intense. Jonah withdrew them before Elijah could make a sound. Just before penetrating him Jonah nodded to Jesse and the older submissive took Elijah's cock into his mouth as Jonah entered him. The sensory overload was almost too much for Elijah to handle. He screamed and bucked his hips wildly as Jonah began to fuck him in earnest and Jesse's tongue danced along his cock. "Come for me boy," Jonah hissed through clenched teeth. Elijah screamed as he climaxed into Jesse's mouth. Jesse deftly swallowed all of it and pulled away, licking his lips contently. Jonah however had not finished, gripping Elijah's hips hard enough to bruise he kept fucking Elijah for another minute before he came with a shudder and a gasp. He pulled out of Elijah, making the younger man moan as he did so, and wrapped his arms around him, nodding at Jesse. Jesse stood and removed the cuffs from Elijah's wrists, Elijah sank back against Jonah as Jesse rubbed life back into his arms before taking the cuffs off his ankles. Elijah tried to turn against Jonah's chest, but the man held him tightly until Jesse had wiped off the younger man's face. Once finished Jonah allowed Elijah to curl up against his chest for a moment before leading him to the bed, Jesse slipped into bed on the other side of Elijah and also wrapped his arms around the younger man. Elijah clung to Jonah, tears still falling silently from his eyes, "I am yours Master." He said in a hoarse voice as he looked up at Jonah, "I belong to you." "Yes." Jonah said simply, "You are mine." No Words I saw her by chance from a distance. We had broken up some time ago. Our love affair (do people still use that term?) had lasted only a short time. Our wicks burned brightly and furiously until we parted ways with passions still fiery but our futures very much different. Her eyes were deep and brown behind dark curls. She began to speak but I held a finger to my lips in the 'silence' gesture like that used in elementary school. Her lips were parted—full, moist and delicious the way I remembered. They needed kissing. It had always been her fantasy to be taken without words by a stranger. Passion, after all, speaks so much more loudly than words. I approached. She was wearing a black top, form-fitting, showing ample cleavage. Her bra line barely showed beneath the soft fabric. She was always sexy—in anything—but didn't need to dress like a tramp. God—I loved the way she dressed. Below her dark hair, those big brown eyes, those full moist lips, the full breasts, the curve of her waist snaking out to her full hips, I saw the contrasting gray, two-tone skirt and knew that there were thong panties beneath with a triangle covering her trimmed pussy hair and a slice of heaven bisecting those luscious ass cheeks. A full cheek for each hand! We were outside in late spring in the back of a large parking area—way back where few parked and those that ventured this far had to cross a pedestrian bridge across a gurgling creek. A full canopy of trees was overhead and dappled early-evening sunshine cast a few rays upon her. I was a lucky man. I was wearing a white Henley, unbuttoned, chest hair peeking over, blue jeans—tight (a bulge obviously from the sight of her) and a mischievous grin. My lips were moist—my eyes bearing down on her—I knew we were alone but out in the open with the risk of being seen ... being caught. She remained silent as I closed the gap between us. We were on the concrete bridge with the two iron hand rails less than four feet one from the other. My right hand cupped her waist as my left gripped her neck through her soft curls and I brought her mouth to meet my own. Our tongues explored and I hungrily tasted her wetness. Her lips were just as I remembered and I nipped at them and sucked the lower into my mouth. I remembered her southern accent as she would tease with words like 'o-kay' and 'yellow' sounding like 'o-ki' and 'yall-o' softly, over and over whenever I playfully asked. The kiss was long and our hands rubbed on muscle and curves and pulled at hair and clothes. I reached around and snapped her bra loose and pulled her top up to reveal the roundness of her breasts—such wonderful firm breasts. I felt her hand grab my ass firmly, she loved a hard ass knowing it thrusts deep and hard. My thumb was in the corner of her mouth and she sucked hard at my tongue and thumb together. This allowed our saliva to mix and spread across open mouths. I pulled my lips away, slidig down to lick her neck and earlobe as I cupped her breast and twisted at the nipple. It was erect, stiff and firm at my fingertips as my mouth continued down to her collarbone and then to the top of her breasts before pulling that full nub of a nipple into my hungry mouth. Her breathing was heavy. I heard the brook below, the birds above. My heart pounded as blood flowed hard to every part of my body. Both of my hands found her ass below her skirt ... her head was thrown back with her hair spilling back over the iron rail. I was right. I pulled a black thong down to fall around her ankles and slid my thumb to feel the wetness of her pussy. I remembered the smell—musty, delicious ... and the taste. Her hand was on my crotch. How—when did she unfasten my belt? The snap was unfastened and her hand was around my hard cock. She pulled hard with a grip like steel. I pulled free and dropped to my knees. Her skirt was bunched in my hands and pinned to those round ass cheeks. Her wetness glistened in the dappled sunlight as I licked with a flat tongue to bring the wetness up to her clit. Her blood flowed as passionately as my own as I marveled at the erectness of her clit. I rolled it in my tongue and nibbled with my teeth gently—then sucked firmly, and then flicked it with my tongue quickly like a butterfly hovering above the sweet nectar of an orchid. Then, I began again and mixed the pattern to match her panting. Her hand finally reached up to her mouth to stifle a cry. My God—how could I have forgotten—she was multi-orgasmic! I love multi-orgasmic women! Her juices were hot and delicious as they filled my mouth. I sucked and licked as my hand stroked the cleavage of her ass. That is such a sexy area. I pushed two fingers into her pussy as I eased off of her clit to plant kisses on her tummy. I switched my thumb into her pussy to gather wetness and then slid it into her ass wriggling it in up to the knuckle before pushing deeper. She loved to get fucked up the ass! This would have to do for now as I finger-fucked her pussy and rubbed at the thin wall between her pussy and ass from the inside. She was moaning loudly now and I glanced at our surroundings. She was loud enough to bring on the whole world. Bad girl! Gooooooood girl! I stood up quickly and kissed her hard letting her taste her own pussy and then pushed her down firmly to kneel before my cock. It was out in one motion and she had it deep in her mouth sucking hard with a hand stroking fast. My turn to moan! My turn to throw my head back! I love having my cock sucked. I love seeing her hair thrashing around as her lips stretch around my hard cock and hearing the wet slurp and the look she gives as she looks up and licks my balls and cock from her angle. I reached down and pulled her up and spun her around. Her full breasts swung freely from the momentum and I tossed her skirt upward to reveal her lovely ass. She had thong tan lines—could it get any better? I slapped my hard dick against the space between her cheeks and firmly spread them so I could suck at her ass button. She moaned and I parted her cunt lips with my fingers and plunged my cock into her pussy deep and hard. My hands were on both her hips and I thrust forward balls deep into her pussy as I held firmly. She held onto the rail for support as her hair thrashed back and forth. My balls slapped her ass and I listened to the wet sound along with our moans. I reached around and slid my thumb into her mouth and she sucked it hard as if it were my cock. I loved how her ass looked when I fucked her pussy from behind. I pulled my hand away and firmly slapped her ass. She was about to cum again as I fucked her hard. I slapped her ass again and then wet my thumb in my own mouth before sliding it into her ass. I fucked both holes and felt her release and heard her panting. She fell against the rail as I hammered home. I wanted to see the pleading look in her eyes again as I came so I pulled out and she grabbed my cock with both hands, one at the base, and deep-throated me. I grabbed her hair and yanked her free as she stroked me and sucked my throbbing purple head. We both felt the building pressure and my cock pulled free to squirt cum across her breasts and neck. She rubbed it in firmly and brought a taste up to her full lips. I bent over to kiss her hard and pulled her up by the waist before lifting her up onto the rail to fuck her from the front. I wanted to see her breasts bounce as I fucked her. Her ass was in my hands as I pushed slow and deep before building my pace as she balanced on the rail. She leaned forward and bit my neck and ran her nails down my back as she climaxed again sending shudders through both of our bodies. I love multi-orgasmic women! It was difficult to breathe as she climbed off of my cock. Her skirt fell down around her hips as if it had never been twisted and pulled a thousand ways. I pulled on my jeans and bent over to pick up her panties and stuffed them into my pocket. The strap that nestled up her hot ass hung playfully free as I walked away. No words sexy lady, no words. The End. No Words Now you probably shouldn't arrange anything with an anonymous dude over the internet but, boy, is it hot! The illicit, explicit communication that sees you expose yourself, not physically, but sexually and emotionally in a way that seems to be extraordinarily harder in person. It's so erotic. And then there's the anticipation of carrying out your arrangement. Countless cum has been spilled just thinking about what you are going or want to do. Anyway, I'd met a guy on the internet who almost lived in the same city as me (I live in Coventry, England and he lived in a village, technically, on the outskirts) and we'd made this arrangement. It had certainly been awesome putting it together but, as I got dressed and prepared to catch the bus, I was feeling extremely nervous. I was wearing a tennis outfit essentially: close fitting white t-shirt, white shorts, white socks and white trainers. We had made sure it was a lovely hot summer day. The first 'rule' of our scheme was that I wasn't to adjust my cock in any way, i.e., if I got hard there would be no tucking it into my waistband or otherwise disguising my bulge. And wouldn't you know, I had been hard for ages. So it was with what felt like a massive tenting in my shorts (though it was probably hardly noticeable by anyone else!) that I left the house and strode across a few streets to a bus stop where I hoped no-one would recognize me. Part of the fun is the anonymity. Knowing that you do disgusting or unusual things but your neighbours and friends think you are entirely respectable and clean living. Phew! I approached the bus stop and, yup, there was a queue. That was good and bad. Bad, because I felt incredibly exposed and nervous. Good because I might be able to get on the bus without the driver seeing my erection and telling me to clear off. That said, the nervousness started to have an effect and my shorts subsided. The bus arrived and while the journey was uneventful, my cock had had time to think and was pretty stiff as the bus made its way to the village and my destination. Still, I didn't feel so exposed as I alighted with lumpy shorts. I pulled the scrap of paper out of my pocket (I only had the paper, my front door key and the bus fare home in there) and checked the address and little map. It sure was quiet round here. I followed the directions and soon arrived at the close and made my way to number seven, at the end of a little cul-de-sac. It was quite open, the house was clearly visible from all the others. I rang the bell and knelt on the mat. I took the keys and map and money out of my pocket and placed them an arm's length away. I knelt up straight and even though it had probably only been about five seconds since the first time, rang the bell again. Shortly, the door opened and there was, I presume, my correspondent. He didn't say a word, pulled out his swollen but not properly stiff penis and pointed it at me. He exhaled deeply but gently. A second or two passed. Then it came. His first stream splashed between my knees but he quickly adjusted. The second full stream hit the side of my chin and splashed up into my ear which made me shudder involuntarily. He giggled and starting working on drenching every inch of me with his warm, golden pee. He did one sleeve of my t-shirt, moved across my chest and soaked the other sleeve. I loved the cloth becoming saturated and feeling of it clenching onto me. I got outrageously erect at the feeling of the piss running down my chest and tummy inside my shirt. He moved his hosing down my shirt and into my groin. My shorts just filled with piss and it felt like I was completely naked on this stranger's doorstep. My clothing felt skin-tight with only a dick-shaped protrusion where my shorts used to be. My shorts drenched, he quickly splashed my legs and that was the end of that stream. He wasn't quite finished though and stepped forward slightly. My face was almost touching his dripping dick. I bowed my head. He relaxed once more and let another stream go, this time over my hair. It ran down my face, dripped off my nose, stung my eyes and, wonderfully, ran my back. I could feel the pee soaking inch-by-inch into the back of my shirt, grasping my erotically charged skin bit-by-bit as it may its way down. Bizarrely, the feeling was such that as it ran down my back I swear I could feel it on my throbbing cock. The stream stopped again. I heard the door close gently. I stayed kneeling for a few seconds, letting the wanton eroticism of the moment envelope me. I could feel urine seeping down my clothing, into cracks and crevasses. And, damn, was I hard! I stood up and felt a wave of pleasure as my clothing settled into a new place; gravity caressed me through my unequivocally piss-soaked outfit. I really felt I was danger of ejaculating spontaneously as drips escaped my shorts and traveled slowly down my legs, twanging every hair. I swear it wouldn't have been more stimulating if the sexiest, most beautiful, closest friend in the world had been running their fingers or tongue up and down my leg. Time to go home. This time no amount of nervousness could dampen (!) my dick. It wouldn't have been any more obvious if I had been naked or a t-shirt that had a giant arrow on it and the words 'Look everyone, a hard cock.' There wasn't anyone at the bus stop and so I was wondering what was going to happen when I boarded. The bus pulled up but the driver looked away as he opened the doors and by the time he looked back I had already boarded, paid and stated my destination. I went and sat on the back seat which was empty. I must admit, I tucked myself in the corner and looked out the window. I suppose it was a bit cowardly and, perhaps, to be more charitable, I avoided being offensively brazen. No need to upset people. Not ever. I arrived at my stop and got off, erection still amazingly intact. I strode back home. Even though I was delighted at having being hard for the entire journey (about half-an-hour) and, in fact, the majority of the day so far, I knew I'd have to get rid of it soon. He should be here in about an hour. Time for a luxurious wank and, of course, to start drinking. Comments welcome or speak dirty to me through the link below. No Words Needed Paula had worked hard all week. Kids were now in bed. House work completed. She had taken a long soaking bath and was now in bed for some much needed rest. She hoped Randy would be home soon. Sometimes he worked long hours and the family missed him. She wanted him next to her so she could get lost in their love making that was not happening nearly enough. Randy had worked over on Friday night, so he would not be working the weekend. The house was quiet when he arrived home. Entering the bedroom he discovered Paula, his loving and very sexy wife, enjoying a bath. As he peeked in to announce his arrival, he was greeted with her reaching for something and getting a good view of her large, round breast. This caused his cock to perk to attention. "I need some of that body and lots of it, tonight." he thought. He slowly backed out of the room and went down stairs. Grabbing something cold out of refrigerator, Randy sat down to rest for a few minutes and fantasize about his wife After several minutes, Randy walked into the bedroom. Paula looked in his direction and gave him an "I need you" look. Without saying a word, Randy leaned over and kissed Paula on the lips. It was the kind of kiss that lets her know how much he has missed her today. A kiss that says there is much more to come. He reluctantly withdrew. Randy quickly entered the bathroom removed his clothes and showered. He wanted Paula as much as she wanted him. Randy stretched out on the bed next to his loving wife. He loved her and wanted to show her how much by making love to her. He moved his arm around her waist, caressing her breast with his hand. He bushed her neck with his lips, drawing a line down her neck towards her chest, stopping to taste each breast, urging first one nipple and then the other to attention. Paula sighed. He knew she was relaxing getting herself ready to enjoy what was to come. As Paula felt the stresses of the past week leaving her body, she placed her hands on each side of Randy's face. Randy kissed his way down until he reached Paula's neatly trimmed pussy. He inhaled deeply. Without any words yet spoken they continued on. Randy knew what his wife liked. A tongue directly on her clit would help achieve the orgasm he wanted her to have. He stroked and probed with his mouth, moving his tongue in and out of cervices and folds that now opened for his entrance. Without saying anything, Randy knew from Paula's movements she wanted Randy to enter her with his cock. He was not ready just yet. He continued until her breathing was more labored and she moved to meet his fingers thrusting in and out of her now very moist pussy. He could feel how close she was reaching the height of satisfaction. As Paula arched her back and moved her hips back and forth, Randy increased the pressure of his fingers moving inside her pussy and around her clit. Kissing her breast she exhaled with moans that were anything but pain. As Paula relaxed and laid still beside Randy, he moved up to caress his lips with hers. Making love was so good she thought. In their years together Paula had become more relaxed in taking the lead sometimes. Like her husband, she also knew what he liked to receive from her. Paula nudged Randy to lie on his back. Next, Paula moved to sit on top of Randy with her legs on either side of his waist. He reached up to touch her breast and she arched her back to feel the pleasure more intensely. But this part of the love making was not about Paula's needs. Randy needed to feel Paula pleasure him. As Paula leaned forward she moved to extend her legs down by his. She kissed her way down until she was able to take his cock in her mouth. First, she kissed the tip, moved her tongue around the head and licked the first drops of moisture she had tasted in over two weeks. Randy sucked in his breathe and let it out slowly. He knew how good this was going to feel. Paula took the entire cock into her mouth. Paula moved her tongue around the sides and up and down. She moved faster and faster. Randy knew he would not last long like this. He urged Paula to slow down. Paula followed his lead for a few minutes. Paula let Randy cool off a bit and then started over with the up and down motion he liked so much. Randy's hands rested on Paula head. He moaned with pleasure as he released the love juices into Paula mouth. She knew how much he liked this. Paula laid down beside Randy. Still no words had been spoken between them. None were needed. Showing love through motion and release was all that was needed.