love

Love

By Pink_Lillies

(Edited by incest guy)

We met in the middle of the week online. We talked for hours on end, instant messaging back and forth.

Then he said, "I have a cam, would you like to see what I look like?” What a question to ask me, as if I hadn't been dreaming for days what he really looked like. I answered in a begging manner, "please, I want to see you so bad."

So he sent the request and immediately his beautiful face appeared on my computer screen. I was so dumbfounded at the thought of this man really being single; I forgot I was in the middle of a conversation with him. I finally remembered and apologized for not answering him. He asked what I thought about him. I didn't want to sound desperate so I said, "you are nice looking."

He kept talking to me, telling me all his inner secrets as though I was his confidant. I learned all his pleasures, his lies, his happiness, and his loves. I never felt so close to a stranger in my life.

We talked everyday online till one day he asked for my number. I felt so strange giving it to him. I told him it would never work that way. I was tired and told him that I was going to bed. He left his number on the screen and told me that when I felt comfortable to call him.

Well of course I went to bed thinking of him. Never hearing his voice I dreamt of what he sounded like. How his image was burnt in my brain. His smile ever so sweetly flooded my body. I was enormously turned on by an image and dream.

I couldn't wait for the next day to talk to him online or maybe even call him.

I got up for work the following morning with my panties wet from the dream I had the night before. I couldn't remember it, but my clit was throbbing that morning.

So I got ready for work and I decided to call him. I remember him telling me he would be busy for the first of the morning, so I waited till mid morning to finally call him. I didn't even bother to block my number; I was so lost in the thoughts of his image from the night before it didn't even dawn on me to block it.

He answered the phone with a cheerful hello and I said hi. We talked for about an hour, wondering if I was going to get past this nervous feeling in my stomach. He sounded so sexy, so inviting. He finally told me he had to go and he would call me back when he could. He said, "by the way, you have the sexiest voice I have ever heard and I can't wait till I talk you into meeting me in person."

I was floored at the thought of this but I agreed with longing thoughts.

That night we talked online again, now that I think about it, I couldn't have had it any other way. He asked me if I wanted to see him on his web cam. I said yes with fury. He popped on my screen with a great big smile; I was enamored with his face. This time he was in his bed with his shirt off. I could not stop drooling over his arms, chest and oh yes his stomach.

He was a former marine and he had a tattoo of the USMC on his arm. It turned me on in a way I can't remember I have ever been turned on. I have to admit, the favorite part of a man's body is his stomach. He doesn't have to have a 6 pack, just a belly for me to rub. He had that belly.... I was gone. I asked him if I could touch his stomach. He started to rub his own and said in the im window, like this? I answered yes and he said I could if he could lick me. I begged him to tell me how he wanted to have sex with me.

He told me he didn't want to tell me, he wanted to show me. I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I asked if I could call him. My phone was already ringing before I could pick it up to call him.

He started talking to me and told me to go to my bedroom and take the laptop with me so I could watch him stroke his cock for me. I am not going to lie; he had the sexiest cock I have ever seen. We talked for about an hour on the phone, never once talking about sex. My pussy was so wet at the thoughts of being able to touch his cock. The whole time he was talking to me I could see him on the web cam pawing at his cock. Seeing him stroke every inch of his cock made my pussy throb harder and harder.

I had already started lightly flicking my clit with my fingers. I couldn't stop due to the fact that his cock was dripping pre-cum all over his stomach. I stopped him from talking because I was finally fingering my pussy slowly while I was watching him fuck his hand.

He asked me to describe what I was doing since I sounded so sexy to him. I was playing with my nipples with one hand and slightly rubbing my clit and sliding my finger in and out of my dripping wet pussy.

He was so hard at this point that I could see the ripples in his dick on cam. He was thrusting his hand with such mite and moaning in my ear at the same time. I was so turned on I started pounding my pussy with my fingers and rubbing my clit with the other hand. I felt so good I could barely get out that I was cumming.

He asked me if I want to see him cum and I eagerly begged him to cum on cam for me. We both cum together on the phone and I watched him squirt his cum everywhere on his stomach.

That night I slept so good! I woke up the next morning with a text message on my phone telling me to wake my sleepy beautiful head up. It was he, my online lover.

I called him when I was on the road and we talked about our days and how busy we would be. I was saddened at the fact that I would miss him that night because of family functions that he had to be at.

It was Friday and I wanted him now more than ever. I went to bed that night with a sweet dream of my next day.

It was Saturday and I was out with my friend shopping when my phone rang. It was he, I quickly smiled and he laughed because he said he could hear the smile on my face. I was so excited that he called; my clit was already throbbing before the end of the conversation. I had a promise of meeting him in person.... Saturday night.

I went throughout the day with a smile on my face and my heart beating in my throat.

That night, I took a shower, taking ever so much care of shaving all of my body parts that I could imagine him kissing and licking.

He had only seen one picture of me and it was a bit old, so I was so nervous my hands were shaking.

I got in my car and called him to let him know I was on my way.

He explained to me that we were going to talk on his couch and that was it. I was ok with this even though my sweet pussy was begging for his large cock.

I drove up to his house and walked to his door. Before I could even get a second knock out, he was opening the door. He smiled so big and grabbed me and gave me a hug. He said, "I can't believe you are actually here, please come in."

I was so nervous that I could barely keep still. We sat on his couch and talked for about an hour before he stopped me. "I am sorry I have to do this before we go any further." Grabbing the back of my head he pulled me slowly to him and kissed my mouth with a soft full kiss, slightly sliding his tongue in my mouth. The entangling of our tongues and softness of our lips made my panties stick to me with the wetness it caused.

We continued to talk for hours on end. It was around 1 in the morning and I was getting sleepy. He could tell I was tired and so was he.

He reached around me and pulled me closer to him. Rubbing my back, he told me to lay my head on his chest. I was so in to him, I never even stopped to think about the fact that I just met him. It didn't matter to me at this point. I felt so close to him.

I begin rubbing his stomach, slightly moving lower and lower to his pants. I could see he enjoyed this by the bulge that had started in his pants.

He pulled me up to his face and started to kiss me. He stopped only for a second to say, " I can't believe how wonderful your lips feel on mine."

I couldn't believe it myself. I was melting in his arms at that very moment.

He whispered in my ear that we really needed to stop before things got out of hand. I agreed and got off of him. But you could tell neither one of us wanted to stop. He came closer to me and our tongues started to explore each other's mouths again.

This time his hands were wondering around my 40dd breasts. My nipples were so hard I could feel the tightness of the skin around them.

He pulled my shirt off and took my bra off. My breasts fell out and in his mouth. He was sucking my nipples and fondling my breasts at the same time.

At the same time I was stroking him on the outside of his pants, feeling how long and hard it was. I unzipped his pants and he pulled them down and exposed his massive manhood. His cock stood straight up with a slight curve upward. It was so thick I was afraid it wouldn't fit in my mouth. I licked my lips moving my head toward his cock. He stopped me and said, "I want to please you, and there is no need for you to do that."

I had never thought about it being about pleasure for him, it was my pleasure to feel a hard throbbing cock in my mouth.

He put me on the couch and spread my legs and slowly licking my pussy. I had never had my pussy licked like this before. He was doing it with such passion I had a hard time controlling myself. He fucked my sloppy wet pussy with his tongue till I exploded in his mouth.

I was already spent on that alone. I was in such heaven.

He took control of me and said, "lets take this to the bed, I want to make your whole body feel that good."

He didn't have to ask twice, I was up and was lead to the bed.

He laid me across the bed and spread my legs out for me. Again he buried his face in my pussy, taking ever such good care of my clit. Sucking the hardness of it and sticking his fingers in me and sucking the juices off of them.

He climbed on top of me with slow movements, kissing me every inch of the way. He stuck his massive head inside of me. I was so wet that it wouldn't stay still; it was sliding all over me. I reached my hand down and slid it in for him. He slowly pumped in and out of me to make me feel the length of it all. He looked in my eyes and talked to me about how he was feeling inside me.

I was tight around his cock; I could feel my pussy stretching around it as he made love to me.

I stuck my hand on my clit and rubbed it softly as he pumped his massive cock in and out of me. I was so wet that my hand was covered in my juices when I brought it back up.

Eagerly he grabbed my hand and sucked the juices off of it. That turned me on so much I was just about to explode. He looked in my eyes and said, " Smile, I love to see your smile."

I was his, no doubt about it at this point. Right before I cummed he looked down and at me and said, "You are gonna cum, I can feel your pussy throbbing."

That’s all it took, I cummed so hard I couldn't move. My body was going into convulsions that I had never experienced before.

He couldn't hold his any longer since my pussy squeezed him when I cum. He thrust deep into my pussy and filled it up with his hot explosive cum. He lay there for a moment and rubbed me down before he pulled out of me.

We talked for a few more minutes before he was touching my pussy again.

I couldn't stop thrusting his fingers. This time it wasn't as soft and loving as the first time. We were fucking like rabbits cause our energy couldn't be controlled. He turned me over and pulled my ass in the air. He slid his hard cock inside of me so deep I could feel it in my throat. As soon as he went that deep, my pussy shuddered and I was in fool orgasm without even another stroke.

He started pumping me harder and harder. Before long he was filling my hole up with another round of hot cum.

We collapsed in each other's arms. He held me close and said that this is all he ever wanted for the rest of his life. I agreed.... I was done and fallen.

I just wish he had caught me when I fell.

I went to his house a few more times. Every time letting him fill me up with his hot cum. Making my pussy feel love like it had never felt before.

It’s been over a month now and no phone call and I still can't stop thinking about him. I guess I was never what he wanted, but the memory of his cock and my hot pussy will never escape my brain.

tattoos...

By Pink_Lillies

(Edited by ‘the incest guy”)

Tattoos…

So I met Ben...online. Yeah I know, you will notice I meet a lot of men online.

Anyway...ha ha.

Ben told me before I even saw a picture of him that he had an enormous amount of tattoos on his body. I didn't care; I was there to get DICK!!!! So he showed me a picture of himself. Ok, I must say when you are going to get tatts, don't shave off hair and use a tatt as a replacement. But, I could tell he was a good-looking guy under his tatts.

I have never done a one-night stand but it had been a while and I was horny. I told him to come see me. He said just don't make this all about sex only.

Here is where I became the guy. I said no, you are such a nice guy; just want to get to know you.

It took him an hour to get to my house. That time waiting was giving my body time to quiver in my puss.

He showed up with full sleeves and whole face tattooed up. His scalp was a skull and purple. No there wasn't any bare skin left on his head. I was really surprised...his picture wasn't this graphic. Still a cute guy I tell myself.

The picture must have been older, because he was skinnier now.

I invited him in.

He was over 6' tall and had eyes so deep with sorrow you could cry just looking in them.

I found out a lot about the sorrow as we talked for 3 hours that night.

I had finally gotten tired of hearing his deep tired story. Not because I’m a hateful bitch, but because I was a horny as hell bitch. I turned out the lights and leaned back on the couch watching some TV.

He looked at me and asked if he could kiss me. I am so horny at this point, hell yeah you need to either kiss me or do something. So he kissed me. Ok, not that great...but I went forward.

When he asked me if it was ok, I told him a little less wet and a lot more tongue was needed. He obliged and it went better.

He starts fondling my now erect nipples. My 40 dd's are ready to be touched, licked, squeezed, and nibbled. I pull his head closer to my breasts. He pulled away from me and then went for them like a hungry newborn. I was in heaven...my breast have never been teased so nicely before.

I jumped on top of him and unbuckled his belt. I yanked down his pants, pulled his cock out of his pants. It wasn't large, kind of small and skinny. I didn't even give a shit I wanted cock.

I jumped on him and started to pound with all my might.

Before too long I was cumming down his shaft. Gooey thick white juices flowing from me. That made him harder than a rock. He picked me up and bent me over. Pushed his way in my pussy from behind. Invading my pussy with hard thrashing. He was fucking me as hard as he could, his big hairy balls slapping against me, sending shivers through my body.

He grabbed my hair. He yanked my head back and used my hair as his reigns to the pony ride.

Slapping my ass as hard as he could.

All I could hear at this point was his balls slapping against me as his hands swatted my bare ass.

Before too long I was cumming again, this time feeling it spit out. He made me squirt all over the floor. It was so good, I couldn't hold in my screams. He stuck his finger in my mouth, telling me to suck it. I sucked his fingers as hard as I could.

Soon he was cumming all over my back. Hot cum pouring all over me.

We collapsed in the floor and fell asleep...

The end…

fishing

Hu

Humor?

Lifted this from the Alaska board and slightly edited. Author unknown. For whatever reasons the people on the Alaska board was flagging the story as fast as the guy (I assuming the author was a him) could re-post. He re-posted 3-time in the 5-minutes that I was on there. Although I found the subject matter of the story very eerie and perhaps even objectionable, everyone deserves to have his story read. If you like it, fine, if not I was just defending freedom of speech.

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Fishing-(Viol-bond-sm-mdom-rough-sexless-voy)

She was sitting there, on the engine cover, as if she had no care in the world, the wind throwing her hair back, revealing her aging, plain face. Occasionally the spray from the boat would hit her, and she would wipe it away with her hand. I knew she was starting to get cold, and that the bitching would soon start, her incessant bitching.

We had not planned this fishing trip; it was a spontaneous decision, one that was supposed to rekindle our boring, loveless marriage. I had insisted that we leave immediately, that we would only be gone over night, so we had left the launch unseen, and had packed lightly. Unbeknownst to her, I had been planning this particular trip for months. I knew that this trip would indeed decide the fate of our union, one way, or another. I had, in secret, stowed a few items in the bow of the boat, a stun gun, some extra fishing-weights, the three pounders, and a length of aluminum pole, with a pulley on one end.

There was a favorite spot that I frequented, about 2 hours run time out, and that gave me the opportunity to come to grips with what I was about to do. I had thought about doing this for five years now, ever since the kids had gone, and we were left alone with each other. That was when I knew I could not long endure life with this woman.

Finally, the G.P.S. indicated that we were over the spot, so I turned off the engine, and let the anchor. For a moment, all was quiet, and then it said,
"So where the fuck did you put the coffee pot, asshole? You saw I was getting wet, why the hell didn't you slow down, and let me get a bigger coat on?" I did not reply to this. Instead, I turned and began to look for the coffee pot in the bow of the boat. What I found was the stunner.

Quickly, I turned and shoved the stunner into her neck, and pulled the trigger. With a few loud snaps, and a muffled scream, she was on the deck, slowly writhing in pain. I hit her again, longer. Bitch, I thought, now it is my turn. As she lay there, I got some of the rope we used to moor the boat, and tied it very tightly around both her ankles. I used fishing knots, as I did not want them to come loose. She was beginning to come around by then, so I stunned her one more time. I found I liked stunning her, so I did it a few more times, and she passed out. Now there was a spreading wet spot on her jeans. I had stunned her so many times her bladder let loose. Glad it wasn't her bowels, I thought.
I used fishing line to tie three-pound weights to her neck, ten of them. Then, I tied the other end of the rope to the transom, and threw her overboard. She sank quickly, head first, without a sound, one hundred feet down. I smiled slowly as she sank out of sight. I felt the boat jerk slightly, as she reached the rope's limit. Now, I retrieved the stove and coffee pot, and started to brew a cup. I had a few minutes to kill.

After I enjoyed a meal and some coffee, which all told took about two hours, I began to pull the dead bitch up. This took some effort, but after a while, I could see the tennis shoes and jeans she was wearing beginning to come out of the gloom. I tied her off there. Next, I got the pole, and fixed it to one of the rod holders that are used for trolling, and tied the pole so that it could function as a jin pole. Then, I put the bitch's rope over the end of the pole, over the pulley, and pulled her up till her chin was just out of the water. Strange what being in water for a long time does to human skin. I reached out with a fillet knife and cut the weights loose. Then, with a single quick motion, I slit her throat, and watched the water turn red with her blood. Then I sat down and waited.

It didn't take long, really, for the animals to show up. They circled, at first, seemingly hesitant to taste their supper, but this was short lived. The first thing to go was her left arm, and then the right. A small shark grabbed her head, but it was too small to take it off, and it only succeeded in ripping off most of her face. I don't really know why, but I exploded with laughter at this.

Then an eight-footer did the job. Now, there were several sharks, each taking their turn at the meat. At one point, her entrails were being dragged out and pulled around in circles. It reminded me of when as a kid, I would catch a horsefly, and tie it with a length of string, and watch it fly around, tethered. The water was littered with tiny chunks of her, and small fish were gorging themselves on it. Soon, I had to lower the remains so the fish could reach last of it. A rather large shark finally engulfed her feet, and it's teeth cut the rope. She was gone, and I was free. I motored to another of my favorite spots, and got out the fishing poles, and started getting ready to catch a couple of blues. It was then that I realized I had wasted the bait.

Post-Run Interlude_by_dakotadenise47 ©2007

I have several stories being proofed and edited... but to give my readers something to read I'm posting a story written by a friend. Feel free to comment if tou like it.
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Post-Run Interlude

It started to rain as Travis trotted through the back door and into the kitchen. He was very sweaty and a little tired. Sweat trickled down from his short, mixed-gray hair over his forehead. His gray t-shirt had large, dark areas where he’d sweated through it on his run. As he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, he checked the timer on his sports watch. His brown eyes widened a little in surprise as he read the results. This was his best 15-mile run so far this month – faster and stronger performance this morning. He gave a little nod and “hmph” of satisfaction as he walked across the kitchen to the refrigerator.

Travis opened the refrigerator and took out a small bottle of cranberry-apple juice. Its cold, sweet yet tart taste was welcome refreshment. After several swallows, he finished it and tossed the empty bottle in the trash. Although he was hungry now, he would take a quick shower and have some yogurt and fruit afterwards. He wanted to get out of his damp clothes before he ate his post-run meal.

“Linda!” he called out while he walked through the kitchen. She did not answer. Oh well, he thought, he’d find her after he’d showered and changed.

He hummed a few bars of a favorite blues tune as he went down the hall to the master bedroom. It started to rain harder. A rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. “Good thing I finished my run before it started raining. Maybe I can take a nap this afternoon until it stops – get Linda to join me,” he murmured to himself.

He walked into the bedroom and stopped by the bed. With his back toward the walk-in closet, he bent over and removed his running shoes. The thought of a nap with Linda brought a little smile to his face. It was a treat to hold his wife in his arms and snooze away a lazy weekend afternoon – something that they hadn’t been able to enjoy lately. Preparation for the triathlon in September had been taking up a lot of his free time over the past weeks. Today’s weather just might provide the perfect opportunity.

The storm moved in quickly. Rain poured from the sky in sheets and pounded on the roof. Loud claps of thunder reverberated in the room. Lightning crackled, and made the room momentarily brighter every time it raced across the sky in long, jagged streaks. “Hope the lights stay on this time,” Travis muttered softly to himself.

As he started toward the bathroom, Travis heard a door closing behind him. When he turned around, he saw Linda in front of the closet door.

“There you are,” Travis said. “What were you doing in there?”

“Putting away my winter clothes. How was your run – how’d you do?”

“Faster than last week. Even better, I’m not worn out this time.”

“That’s good. You’ll be ready for the triathlon before you know it.”

“Yeah – that’s the plan.”

“Did you get caught in the rain? Your t-shirt’s wet.”

“No – you know how much I sweat when I run. Probably wouldn’t have been any wetter if I had gotten caught in the rain. I’m going to get cleaned up, get out of these wet clothes.”

Travis turned away from Linda and walked over to the bed. He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. While he held the shirt in one hand, he pulled his navy running shorts down and kicked them off. The t-shirt was dropped on top of the shorts on the floor.

As he took a few deep breaths, he reached his hands up toward the ceiling and stretched. His hands traced an arc as they moved out and down to his sides. The muscles in his arms and back rippled. The air felt nice and cool on his naked, sweaty body. His legs and lower back were a little sore and tight; a nice hot shower would help ease the discomfort.

He did not realize that Linda was watching him, nor what lustful thoughts were playing in her mind. Her green eyes narrowed slightly as they ran up and down his muscular nude body, and her blood rushed through her body as she admired him.

After a flash of lightning, thunder reverberated loudly in the bedroom. The air in the room became charged with the energy from the building rainstorm. Thunderstorms always made Linda more amorous than usual. Today’s storm and the electricity in the air, combined with watching Travis undress and the smell of his sweat, sent a hot, raging flame of instant desire through her.

Linda wanted Travis, hungered for him, this very moment. Her cheeks were flushed; her breasts and nipples tingled; her clit began to twitch; and her labia to swell as her pussy became warmer. Unconsciously, she moved her feet a little farther apart to allow a little air to flow between her thighs and attempt to cool the heat that was building there.

One of her hands traveled up the middle of her torso, and stroked the curve of one of her breasts on its way to the base of her throat. It stopped there, fingertips resting on the pulse that twitched there.

Frankly, she wanted to fuck him, hard and fast; wanted to have his rock-hard, long, fat cock inside her, thrusting deep and hard while his hands ran all over her body. She wanted, no, needed to have a simultaneous, intense, soul-shattering orgasm with him, one that would leave them in a sweaty, drained heap in a tangle of sheets on the bed. Her thighs trembled just a bit in anticipation.

In that instant, she decided -- she was going to have him, right now, post-run sweat be damned. Linda quickly removed her tank top and lounge pants and dropped them next to the closet door. As she quietly walked up behind him, she took the clip from her long black hair. It came down in shoulder-length waves that accented her smooth tanned skin.

Another bolt of lightning traveled across the sky, and suddenly, the lights went out. Travis froze in mid-stretch in the darkness. He flinched a little in surprise as he felt Linda’s palms move around his body in a smooth, slow caress. Her fingers walked their way up to his nipples, stroked and rolled them. He caught his breath as sensuous tingles began to flow through his body. His nipples were one of his most sensitive hot spots, and she knew just how to play with them for maximum effect.

“Linda, stop….stop….I’m all sweaty.”

“Uh uhn, baby – I want you like this – sweaty and smelly. That shower’s gonna wait.”

“Taking advantage of me in the dark, hunh?”

“Yeah, baby.”

Travis shivered a little in anticipation as he felt her warm, naked body rubbing against his back. He was always a little more easily aroused after a run, and Linda knew that all too well. He groaned a little as she tweaked one of his nipples and slid her other hand down and wrapped it around his already semi-hard cock.

Another flash of lightning and rumble of thunder; then the lights came on. The rain continued to pour from the sky.

Linda began to stroke him, slowly at first. Her thumb traced little circles around the head as she continued to play with his nipple. She kissed and nibbled the contours of his shoulder blades and spine, relishing the salty taste of his sweat. As she felt Travis grow and lengthen in her hand, she stroked him a little faster and more firmly. Her fingers tweaked and rolled his hard nipple in counterpoint. His cock grew even harder and longer. She squeezed the shaft, and slid her hand up to the head. Her fingers followed the contours of the head, the fingertips narrowing as it reached the corona. A gentle squeeze from them was all it took to milk a large bead of fluid from the hole.

She turned her attentions to just the head; traced the ridge around the bottom of it; ran up and over and around the mushroom shape of it. When she teased the hole more, pre-cum seeped onto her fingers. It continued to spread over her fingers as they curled spiraled and squeezed over and around the head. There was so much coming out, it lubricated her hand as well as the head and shaft of his cock in a few moments.

Linda’s slicked hand resumed its firm stroke up and down Travis’ throbbing shaft. He was so hard and big, she could barely get her hand around him.

Travis groaned. She was torturing him. He closed his eyes to gain some control. It had the opposite effect. Instead, a vision of him plunging his cock into her over and over, her legs over his shoulders, breasts bouncing with every thrust, appeared in his mind. His cock surged at the very thought of how hot and wet and tight her pussy would feel around him, how good it would feel to fuck her. If she didn’t stop soon, he wouldn’t have a chance to do that – it was all he could do not to come right now.

As thunder crashed in the distance, Travis twisted around and pulled Linda around in front of him. She reluctantly took her hand from his cock as she looked up into his eyes. A smile spread on his face as he saw the look of wanton lust on her face. He bent his head and captured her lips with his in a searing kiss, and pulled her hands around his waist. They instinctively moved up his back and pulled him against her body. She opened her legs and rose up on her toes as he pushed his erect cock between her thighs. The lips of her pussy were warm, wet, and open as his cock pressed up against them. Her thighs moved closer together to hold him there.

His hands were all over her body, pausing to cup the round curves of her behind, traveling up and down her back. One hand returned to mold itself to her behind while the other buried itself in the hair at the nape of her neck. His fingers entwined themselves in her hair and pulled her head back. Her neck was exposed to his lips as they kissed a hot, wet trail of passion from her mouth.

When he reached the place where her shoulder met her throat, he gave her a not-so-gentle nibble with his teeth. She gave a little squeak. He gave a sexy chuckle that was muffled against her flesh; then, nibbled her again before he flicked that spot with his tongue.

Travis’ tongue made little damp spirals on her skin as his mouth traveled lower and lower and captured one of her hard nipples. His hand left the nape of her neck to cup her breast. Her back arched, breasts tilted up toward his seeking mouth. The tip of his tongue flicked across her hard nipple as he sucked her it into his mouth. God, her breasts tasted so good – he could never get enough of them. They were perfect, a sexy, warm, wonderful handful, with luscious, pebbly, sensitive nipples. His tongue licked the ridged contours before he took each one between his teeth and nibbled on them. He could feel her body quiver under his mouth as she moaned aloud.

Linda’s head was spinning with the intensity of her desire. Her clit was swollen and wet with the juices that had already begun to flow along the hot folds of her pussy lips. She yearned to be filled with Travis’ large, throbbing, hard cock. It tormented her as the head slid around the entrance to her core. She was more than ready - couldn’t wait any longer.

She pushed herself away from him, pulled his hand from her behind. As she captured his wrists and held onto them, she pushed him back toward the bed. He willingly fell back onto the mattress when he felt his knees meet the edge of the mattress. When she released his wrists, he spread his arms out onto the bed, surrendering his body to her attentions.

As Travis lay back onto the bed, Linda knelt on the floor between his feet and began to kiss her way along his inner left thigh. She deliberately took her time as she worked her way up toward his cock. His skin was salty, a little musky, and absolutely delicious. When she reached his pelvis, she pushed legs apart a little more and ran her tongue up and down the place where his leg joined his body. Travis moaned, and his cock stirred a bit where it lay along his stomach. She smiled as she saw it move.

Her tongue changed direction and traveled over his balls, curling around each side and tracing the center line of the sack. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and carefully sucked the sack into her mouth, pulling gently on them the way she knew Travis liked it best. His back arched a little off the bed and his thighs opened more. The slight sucking/slurping noises made by her mouth were drowned out as he groaned, “Ohhhhhhh Liinnnnddaaaaahhhh.” His hands clutched at the sheets on the bed when she started to hum, her mouth still holding him.

Oh, she was really going to give him a reason to groan. It was time to move on. She gave his balls one last lick and kiss and made her way toward his stomach.

Instead of putting her mouth around his cock, she teased him by kissing the skin of his stomach next to where his cock lay all the way up toward his navel. She circled around the head of his fully erect cock, and then gave it a quick kiss and lick. He caught his breath as she pursed her lips, wrapped them around just the uppermost curve of the head of his cock and sucked on it.

Travis let out a “Mmmm…. oohhhhhooo…. aaa…. aaaahhhhh,” as she teased him with the tip of her tongue. A generous amount of pre-cum oozed from him. As she rubbed her parted lips over the head, the slippery fluid spread over her bottom lip as well as the head of his cock.

She opened her mouth and allowed the head and shaft to slide toward the back of her throat. His cock surged in her mouth as her lips tightened around him. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked on him. Pre-cum began to flow even faster from him. She sucked every bit down, and hummed her enjoyment of the taste of cock and pre-cum.

He had to stop her before he lost all control and gave her a real mouthful. Somehow, he managed to take hold of her head in both hands and stop her. She reluctantly released him from her mouth. With a gentle nudge from him, she moved herself up along his torso. His hands took hold of her waist, deliberately rubbing her body against his as his rock-hard cock painted a wet, sticky trail along the center of her body.

When her head reached his shoulders, she spread her legs and pushed herself to an upright kneeling position, with his hips between her thighs. The head of his cock bumped against her hot twitching clit. She reached down to stroke herself with it, lubricating it with her juices as well as teasing/pleasing herself. Travis tried to enter her, as he held her at the waist and thrust up with his hips. She always rose up just in time to keep him away from his target.

“Oh no, not yet, not yet.”

“C’mon, Linda, please, I want you.”

“Do you now…do you?” she said in a throaty voice as she continued to play with him.

“Yes, right now, baby, now.”

Travis moved his hips as she positioned him at the opening to her molten core. Once again, she lifted herself away from him. He groaned in frustration.

Finally, slowly, she lowered herself onto the head of his cock and paused, enjoying the tight fit. She squeezed, then released and slid down just a bit; then squeezed him inside her again. It was a teasing, pleasing, trick of hers that she knew would draw out the pleasure as well as intensify the sensation of his entering her.

Travis couldn’t hold back any longer – he took a firm hold on her waist and thrust his hips up, plunging his cock into her wet, hot pussy to the hilt all at once. She was so wet that he entered her easily, her thighs spread as wide as she could get them. The speed and force with which he filled her made her gasp aloud with sheer carnal delight.

Linda braced her hands against his shoulders as she moved her hips in tight circles. He answered her movements with strong, deep thrusts of his own. Her clit bumped and ground against the base of his cock, sending jolts of delight through her pussy.

Travis’ hands lifted Linda’s hips up and down as she rocked back and forth on his cock. Her breasts bounced with their movements. They were both breathing hard, moaning loud, urging, begging, and crying out in ecstasy. Sweat formed on their bodies, trickled between her breasts, and slicked her legs where they pressed against his hips.

Her body started to slide around a bit too much for Travis. A new position was needed. He held her by the waist a little tighter and guided her to one side, and shifted his body with hers. When she was lying on the bed, he turned her over onto her stomach. She quickly moved to her hands and knees; he positioned himself behind her.

With his hands on her hips, he thrust back into her, deep and hard. She gave a little shriek of pain/pleasure as he entered into her to the hilt. He knew she especially enjoyed this position, since it enabled him to hit her g-spot the way she liked it.

Travis’ cock thrust deeply into her; his pelvis bumped against her butt, and his balls slapped her clit. His hands kept her hips steady as he stroked his throbbing hard cock in and out of her wet, hot pussy.

“Oh yes, yessss, yeeeaahh, Trrrraaaavvvviiiiissss, ohhahhh,” she moaned. He slid in and out of her a little faster in response. She began to pant loudly; wordless exclamations of pleasure filled the air.

Travis felt her clench around his cock. Her body started to tremble in his hands; her approaching orgasm was mere seconds and strokes away. His wasn’t going to be far behind.

Within moments, she was in the throes of rapid-fire orgasms, her juices surging around him as she spasmed and grabbed him inside her. She shook in his hands, her head thrown back as she screamed her pleasure. Her back arched and her hips tilted as she came.

Travis couldn’t hold back any longer. With one last deep hard thrust and a loud, “Aaaahhhhmmmmm!” he surrendered to the explosion of pleasure that raced through his body and pumped through his cock into her wet, clenching pussy. He groaned loudly as his juices spurted inside her over and over, and the head of his cock pulsated against her g-spot. With every pump of his cock pressing against her g-spot, more waves of pleasure rushed through both of them. They shuddered and groaned as the waves of ecstasy gradually faded.

They collapsed on their sides, still joined. Travis held her loosely in his arms. Linda shifted herself and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her gently, and whispered, “Thank you, babydoll.” She smiled and gave him another kiss, short and sweet. They lay there, still joined, and listened to the steady rain for a few moments.

Then, he slowly rolled over, her body going over onto the bed beside him. As he sat up, he extended a hand to her. “Join me in the shower?”

“Love to,” Linda replied as she took his hand.