Charcoal Vanilla

Philadelphia has always been a city seeking an identity, one which was lost since the decline of its colonial importance. I found myself there on business, determined to find the real city, the one hinted at from my previous visits. My meetings concluded earlier than I anticipated and had some hours to enjoy the city.  I visited a few bars in a college neighborhood, Philadelphia is filled with higher learning.  College students know a cheap bar, and know how to enjoy themselves.  My last visit, chance happened upon me the delightful woman I was now eager to see again.  Half my age, the maddeningly beautiful and irresistibly cute pixie would be arriving in less than an hour. We did nothing more that talk when we first met, politics, neuroscience, cars, ice cream, we created the sort of connection a man and woman feel as a prelude to nakedness. We emailed and texted a few times, innocent but flirtatious.  When I told her I was returning,  she surprised me by suggesting we meet for a cocktail.  Boldly, I requested she wear something specific, and she responded quickly and enthusiastically.

I sat nervously at the bar drinking my second whisky waiting for her to arrive. A few chairs down the bar a woman glanced at me , she had the look of a well travelled woman,  she possessed the sophisticated beauty not possible in a younger woman.  She was physically alluring, dressed with graceful ease, accentuating her lithe form.  Glancing back at her created a not unpleasant stirring in my loins.  The sort of warmth from escalating blood flow which leads to arousal.  I slowly sipped my drink, enjoying the smoky flavor of a good whisky. She appeared next to me, slipping onto the barstool without a sound.  Her smile welcomed me, and brought the familiar pleasure of knowing you’re with someone who is excited to be near you. I had planned to seduce her over a bottle of champagne, but in the lobby of the hotel earlier I overheard a group of teenagers describing what sounded like an ice cream shop not to be missed. When I suggested we go for ice cream her smile widened

” I was in the mood for ice cream. How in the world did you know??”

We left the bar. As we walked to the elevator she walked in front of me, her feminine form visible beneath her tight black dress. Such effortless beauty was a gift from god she possessed and wielded gently.  I imagined a black lace thong beneath her dress, holding shape against her rounded shape.  The elevator door shut and I immediately kissed her soft warm lips. She let out a purr, and the image of a satisfied cat made me smile.  I felt her tongue in my mouth,  moist and hot.  She thrust her pelvis into me and my mouth tasted of whisky and woman.  Unconsciously my hand massaged her ass, firm and muscular from her hours in the ballet studio.  My erection was now beginning to uncoil as our tongues lingered.  The bell of the lobby drew us apart and headed out to the lobby.

She moved quickly in her bedroom, she didn’t want to be late.  He, He was coming back.  She had already used the shower massager to masturbate to orgasm, the tension and excitement thinking of him was too much, too overpowering, too intoxicating to ignore.  She was in her favorite lingerie, dancing to the Lana Del Ray station on Pandora, while she delicately applied understated make-up.  Mr. fantasy was coming back,  a man she didn’t think existed was coming back to take her out.  They had met at a grungy bar, the kind where someone buying you a pitcher of stale beer was considered a gallant pick-up gesture.  They had talked all night, connected in a way she had never felt with a man,  the effortless conversation ate away the time until it was late.  A gentleman, he walked her home without  even an attempt at a kiss.  When they exchanged numbers she had expected little, she was a student, he was an accomplished doctor.  What did they have in common?  They had texted over the last few weeks, increasingly flirty and funny.  When he said he was returning for a visit, she suggested they meet.  Tonight.

“What time does he get here”  her friend texted

“I’m meeting him at 7” she replied


“You know that black dress, with the pleats.  He suggested something classy and elegant.” she replied

“Wow, I love a man who takes control” her friend shot back  “Are you ready yet?”

“I know, I know.  But, I am so horny right now, I already had to change my thong!”

“You better take care of business before you go out!” her friend replied

“I did already! I can’t do it again. hahha”  she laughed out loud

She finished getting dressed, her dress was black and the material hugged her hips nicely.  Excitedly she made her way to meet him.  She arrived and spotted him at the bar.  Salt and pepper hair, cut short.  Jeans and a sport coat,  dark skin and green eyes visible from afar.   They chatted for a few minutes and talked about ice cream.  She would have said yes to a glass of sand.  They walked to the elevator, she intentionally walked in from of him and exaggerated the sway of her hips.  Dancers legs working magic, no male was immune.  She looked up at him in the elevator, his tallness added to his appeal.  His kiss was perfect, so sexy and soft.  She thrust her pelvis into him, and recoiled when she realized the aggressive nature of her thrusting.  His tongue was smooth and warm.  She felt her labia flush with blood, her thong quickly soaking wet.

‘My god” she thought ” I wont make it through the night”

We strolled carelessly through center city toward China town.   The ice cream bistro had a small door which led into a bright white layout with trendy music playing.  I ordered the charcoal vanilla which was recommended.  He ordered the same with chocolate sauce.  We were told they add charcoal to the vanilla for color , but also for a grainy density which produced a wonderful umami.  The experience was powering,  the wonderful taste in my mouth and seeing his gaze,  knowing he was undressing me mentally,  made me flush.  We walked and talked and ate the quickly melting ice cream.  I would fill my mouth and imagine his hands on me, his grip on me his tongue on me.  My heartbeat increased,  I had to take a deep breath to send more oxygen to my lungs.

We made our way back to the hotel.  In the lobby there was a large family with strollers and their own ice cream.  We paused and he offered them the elevator, again a gentleman.  We entered the next car, staring at each other.

“There is something so sexy about kissing on an elevator” he said.  Our lips together and separated as his tongue penetrated my mouth, like a snake finding its prey.  My mouth was full of tongue and I sucked on him as he was now the one thrusting his pelvis forward.  We exited the elevator and walked, and walked.

“How far is your room?” I laughed

“I picked one far from everyone else, so they wouldn’t call security when they heard our cries” he said, a devilish grin on his face.

We opened the door and I excused myself to the restroom.  I looked at myself in the mirror, my face was flush my pupils dilated.  I at to pee and felt my wetness, my underwear was soaked through.  I pressed my clitoris and felt its prominence, rubbing ever so slightly.  Ummmm.  I opened the door to low light, he was sitting in the high backed chair in the corner.  Almost running, I put myself on his lap.  I could feel his hardness.  His hands in my hair, he brought our lips together.  His tongue was somehow more hot than before.  Our mouths struggled to open as we pressed against each other.  My hand searched for his hardness, his erection now full and warm.  My pussy ached, it needed to be filled.  I felt my wetness flowing as I sought to grind myself on this thigh.  My hand searched for his zipper,  yearning for his hot flesh.  He lifted me effortlessly and walked over to the mirror.  I was so small in his arms, I felt protected and desired.  When he put me down he pulled my zipper down slowly as he kissed the nape of my neck.  I was before him in my thong and bra, normally I would feel self-conscious or vulnerable.  In front of him all I felt was desire.  His zipper was open and I massaged his hardening cock out of his jeans, his lack of underwear was a nice touch.  His cock was hot, I squeezed it as I milked its length and was paid in a throbbing hardness.  My knees buckled as I imagined it in my mouth.

My hand was on my clitoris, I had been rubbing it unconsciously.  I attempted to get on my knees and take his hardness in my mouth as I had to swallow a collection of saliva which was building.  He stopped me.

“No” he said

“I want you in my mouth, I need you in my mouth” I said achingly

He turned me around and placed my hands palm down on the desk in front of the mirror.  He gently removed my bra and lovingly cupped my breasts.  He brushed his nails down the small of my back as I felt him removing his pants.  I felt his hands on my ass, he spread my cheeks and his hot and hard tongue explored my thong.  I pushed against his mouth, my clitoris wanted contact.  He stayed on his knees and pulled down my panties.  His mouth went back to my pussy,  deep into my canal it searched, finding my swollen clitoris at its peak. When his tongue touched my button I jumped, the electric shock difficult to withstand.  He removed his tongue from my pussy and his fingers gently rubbed me.  I felt his tongue on my asshole,  it was ever so hot and pushed into me, it was difficult to imagine something so pleasurable.  His fingers continued their assault on my engorged clitoris and his tongue darted into my anus.  I looked in the mirror, I could see his hand massaging me.  The waves of pleasure started in my glutes and went into my back.  My god.  The orgasm washed over me quickly, my thighs ached.  I had never cum so quickly and intensely.  I was breathing fast and hard.


He lifted me up and brought me to the bed, standing before me I admired his nakedness.  His chest and hard cock were beautiful, but his smile and confidence in my pleasure was his power.  I closed my eyes, my heart rate had slowed and I was able to catch my breath.  He climbed on the bed, I thought he would lie next to me and we would rest and enjoy our warmth.  Instead I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing slowly and gently, but with an urgent firmness.  I couldn’t believe it.  This wonderful man was invested in my pleasure, he wanted me to come, and wanted me.  I felt his tongue again, on my thigh right above my knee, it was soft and wet.  His hands kneaded my thighs, I reflexively flexed them to his touch.  His grip separated my leg further as his massage continued, it was a deep undulating feeling.  I felt his tongue inching up toward me, I surprised myself by becoming wet again quickly.  The blood flow to my labia created an urgency to my wetness, a flow which increased.  I wanted his tongue on me, but he persisted in slowly massaging my thighs as his tongue made its way closer.  I touched myself, my clitoris was again hard and full of blood.  I pressed with one hand and grabbed his head with the other.  I pulled him toward me, but he resisted and continued to slowly lick my inner thighs.  My clit grew more engorged as I rubbed.  It was torture, his tongue was so close.  I scooted myself down to try and make contact.  I was trembling, waves of contractions were in the muscles of my but and travelled to my thighs.  He grabbed my hands, moved them from my pleasure.  He put his mouth over me but didn’t touch me.  He breathed hard and long, he used his hot breath on me like a finger.  I felt him breathing,  the hotness flowed across my clitoris and labia.  The effect was incredible,  the temperature of my loins increased and caused more blood to flow.

Finally I felt his mouth on me.  The explosion of heat and warmth and wetness nearly sent me to another orgasm.  He let his mouth linger without moving, just contact.  I thrust my pelvis into his face, I craved him.  Slowly the suction coaxed my clitoris out of its hood, and into his mouth.  Harder he sucked and the vacuum made my clit grow harder and larger.  Then his tongue, his tongue.  The suction and licking sent a violent surge of electricity from inside of my pussy up my spinal cord to my brain.  I saw stars as I gasped for air.  Still he continues to suck and lick me as I thrashed on the bed.   His hands were now under me on my ass, squeezing and pulling me toward him.  My second orgasm of the evening began to build.  It started in my back and flowed to my pelvis.  I felt muscles in my glutes contract, if I were standing surely I would have collapsed.  He was sucking madly,  assaulting my clit like a small penis, milking it for semen.  I had both hands on his head and ground myself into him  My eyes were open wide and the surge of pleasure created an aura, a pulsating blue aura which sequenced with my heart beat.  The waves of pleasure continued as my orgasm took hold.  My pelvis vibrated like the engine of a Ferrari.  I cried out.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop…….”


The waves of pleasure continued, rippling through my abdomen.  Still his mouth was on me, now more gently and softly.  I descended from the heavens back to my bed.  I looked down to a smiling wet face.  We laughed loudly as he climbed up my body to embrace me. I felt his sweat, our bodies gliding, nearly frictionless from our shared exertion. He lay silently motionless, and I felt his heart beating.  The reverberations relaxed me and I began to breathe slowly and calmly.  I inhaled deeply through my nose.  The smell of sex often embarrassed me,  now with this sweaty man pressing against me I inhaled again, more deeply than before to flood my nares with the sticky smell.

There is an ancient connection between the human sense of smell and parts of the brain which modulate unconscious behavior.  Smells elicit memories and cause changes in heart rate and capillary blood flow.  This smell of my moist vagina and his sweat was filling me with arousal and happiness.  Pungent, and pleasant I enjoyed the feeling and closed my eyes. I thought again about the charcoal vanilla ice cream.   The taste and weight of it was unusual for soft ice cream. Memory of it lingered and I licked my lips.  Add this to the list of weird things I’ve thought about after sex.  I inhaled again, now the taste of the ice cream would irreversibly be associated with the smell of my moistened vagina and man sweat. My eyes closed.

His weight on me was comforting, I stroked his arm.  Olive skin and black hair, the softest hair, I felt it on my palm and between my fingers.  Suddenly I thought about when I first found pubic hair on myself.  I had been waiting all summer, my friends all had grown hair and I was waiting, I would look at myself naked and wish it to grow.  Then one day it was there, fine dark hairs, I ran my hand through them pulling them slightly to make them grow faster.  It was the type of memory which stays with you, a permanence which stays as you get older.  It wasn’t long after the amazing discovery of the evidence of my womanhood when I also became aware of my sexual self.  I started to masturbate later that summer, it was nothing at first.  Just a flick of my finger, a touch, which made my clitoris engorge with blood and labia slick.  I would lay on my bed at night my fingers gently, silently exploring.  This went on for a while before I had an actual orgasm.  One night I was particularly intent on pleasuring myself.  My pubic hair had by now grown thick enough to cover my mons pubis, but still thin and soft.  I was rubbing myself harder, and the urge to continue was irresistible, unstoppable.  A hundred thousand years of evolution leading me, the feeling in my pussy was like nothing I had experienced, and finally I felt the wave of pleasure I have now come to recognize.  I found myself smiling at the memory, and kissed his forehead as he breathed deeply.

When I opened my eyes, I was horny again, my slickness was returning.  I wanted him in my mouth and my pussy.  His penis was the perfect size and shape.  Long and thick, and shaped for penetration. I grazed his legs with my nails, trying to gently wake him.  He did not stir, I increased the pressure of my nails, scorching his upper thigh and buttocks. His skin was olive and my nails were trailed by a white line indicating my growing passion.  I reached around and found his crotch, his pubic hair thick and curly.  His cock was still soft, I rolled it between my fingers kneading the flesh.  He stirred, and purred like a sated cat.  His erection began to grow in my hand, I have always loved the feeling of a man’s hardness taking place in my hand.  My feminine power exerting itself over the hapless organ of pleasure.  As it grew, it became hot, hotter than the rest of his body, hotter still.  My hand closed and drew the soft skin, back and forth I wanted it to grow harder.  He reached to me, his hand behind my head and drew our lips to touch, his tongue waiting for me.  His pelvis bucked with my hand, I felt my power over him.  His cock called to me, I looked at my hand, dwarfed by his flesh.  The head was a purplish mushroom which awaited my mouth.  I released him and crawled down his torso.  His cock called me, my mouth was open as I reached him.  I was afraid it wasn’t going to fit in my mouth, my lips stretched over its girth and I sucked hard.  The taste was man, the smell of sweat in my nostrils lingered and his pungency emanated from his pubic hair.  The taste, the taste of his lubrication, slightly salty and warm, less so than semen but intoxicating nonetheless.  I removed myself from him so my tongue could lick up his shaft and around the crown.  I formed my mouth into a small circle and placed it atop the head and sucked while I forced my tongue into the tip.  He recoiled and shuddered with pleasure,  the effect I produced on him was pleasure to me.  I took another deep breath and the smell of him infiltrated me.  My heart raced as he undulated his pelvis to my suction.  I ran my hand up and down his shaft as I sucked and felt the heat, I wanted to drink his milk,  my other hand massaged his scrotum and urged his cum into my mouth.  His hand was behind my head, he pulled my hair gently but firmly.

“No” he said

“I want to to feel the strength of your legs on me pulling me as we fuck” he looked into my eyes as he spoke.

The light cut across his face and I remembered the greenness of his eyes, the emerald gaze which was so, so sexy.  He pulled himself to his knees, his cock so hard that it bobbed as he moved.  Quickly he unrolled a condom on himself.  He pulled me to him with no effort at all, my legs now straight his manhood aimed at my soul.  I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, just a tickle. He pressed it into me, intentionally missing its mark, rather rubbing upward onto my hearing clitoris.  Slowly he pressed as the heat from his cock transferred into me.  I moved my legs off his shoulders and encircled him, attempting to pull him into me.  He resisted and only allowed himself to move an inch, my pussy screamed out in my mind.  It needed to be full, the heat emanated to me.  His weight descended onto me, the hard shaft filling me, stretching me.  I felt his heartbeat through his penis as it filled me.  Suddenly the familiar waves of pleasure were in my back and legs.  The tsunami was upon me, no build up, no crescendo, I bucked forcefully into him as he brought himself to my lips. My legs were in spasm with orgasmic force, and my abdomen rippled as the monster took hold of me.  The suddenness and intensity were incredible.  I felt him moving in me, I had forgotten we were still fucking.  I looked up at him, his green eyes peering into me.  I drew my legs into a circle and squeezed him.

“Harder” I cried out, yelling “harder”  he filled me.

The deepness was incredible.  Each thrust was an electric hum, my orgasm earlier had ripped across me but did not completely leave.  It lingered and was now again blossoming.  I felt his tongue in my mouth, so hard and hot.  His penis was a dagger of sexual pleasure, I needed it deeper, I pulled him into me.  He thrust deeply and his sweat was dripping on my chest.  I inhaled to breathe him into me.  He thrust faster and I felt my clitoris growing larger, I pushed myself into him to make it rub across his pelvis.  My butt clenched as my hands and legs pulled him into me.  The river of pleasure was now washing over me.  I closed my eyes, but there was light instead of darkness.  The light of human pleasure.

“Please cum with me” I grunted more than spoke.

He was breathing hard, I could tell he was close.  Faster he thrust, his cock impossibly hot stabbed into me. Our bodies slid against one another, slick with sweat and heat.  I wanted this moment to last forever.  Masculine and primal lust was driving him and the cloud of it surrounded me. Suddenly his weight was on me, I was smothered in lust and love.  My buttocks clenched with force,  and I forced my pelvis into him once more.  Another orgasm rolled over me, as I felt the heat of his condom as it filled with semen.  We were a sweaty mass of humanity, entangled lovers finding lustful satisfaction.

We held our lips together softly.  He moved to my ear and whispered

“You are my everlasting goddess”


My third orgasm of the evening, the escalating pleasure coming from a man who who was intent on pleasing me, who derived satisfaction from providing pleasure.  If men only know the powerful attraction caused when the focus is on the female erogenous, when the a man pays attention to our needs, our wants and desires.  So often the promise of a handsome face, or an enticing smile is lost after an immature selfish display during sex.  The specimen covering me knows our secret, how did he come across this knowledge.  He understands, he knows what I need, what we need together.  I shifted myself so I could breathe under his weight.  I ran my hands over his scalp, hair cut short and receding but suited him and lent a mature sexiness to his appearance.  I scratched his scalp in circles, feeling the short hair prickle under my nails.  I had always been attracted to very short hair, there is something masculine and powerful about a male unafraid to show his scalp.

My thoughts were broken by a new song which came on the radio.  Lana Del Ray, sang “Cola” my eyes closed and I listened to the waft of her voice.

My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola
My eyes are wide like cherry pies
I got sweet taste for men who’re older
It’s always been so it’s no surprise
Harvey’s in the sky with diamonds
And it’s making me crazy
All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby
Come on baby, let’s ride
We can escape to the great sunshine
I know your wife and she wouldn’t mind
We made it out to the other side
We made it out to the other side
We made it out to the other side
Come on come on come on come on come on baby
Whoa ah yeah
I fall asleep with an American flag
I wear my diamonds on skid row
I pledge allegiance to my dad
For teaching me everything he knows
The silence parted and the song situated onto me, and I heard the lyrics for the first time.  I imagined Del Ray on a bed in New York City when she was at Fordham, after a late night performance, in the arms of a man such as mine.  A yearning satisfied. I had seen Lana Del Ray at the Trocadero, years before she became a household name.  The power of her songs caused her to cry between songs, so much emotion so much of herself in her performance.  Her music caused a collective undulation in the mostly female audience.  Swaying fro with the gentle beats and her mesmerizing voice.  I immediately bought her CD, when CDs were still a thing, now all her albums on on favorite in my Apple Music.  When we entered the hotel room earlier, he asked what music I liked.  Instead of being particular, I deferred to his taste – an annoying habit of mine which I vow to break.  In this case, he picked up his phone and turned on Lana Del Ray,  again demonstrating a magical ability to read my mind.  The music had been playing during our encounter,  drowned by the music of our passion, but now I let it wash over me adding to my utter satisfaction with my current state.
He popped his head up and asked if I would like a glass of wine.
“I feel like a whisky, something smokey.  Would you like a glass of wine?”
I wasn’t experienced with wine, only recently being legally able to obtain any alcohol. I wanted to sound sophisticated and thought of the only wine I knew.
“Yes, I would love a Chardonnay” I offered.
He arose from the bed, I admired his olive skin and imposing stature.  He didn’t seem so tall in the bed, only when he stood was I able to intake more of his masculine form.  He put on his jeans without underwear and donned a black t-shirt. He was going to the hotel bar, smelling of sweat and sex, without a care.  I blushed thinking of it, I would never have been able to leave the room without a shower.  He didn’t care.  I must have briefly fallen asleep, I felt him kissing me.  I opened my eyes to him sitting on the bed, he gracefully handed be the wine.  It smelled of oak and apples.  I went to sip it, but he offered me water first.
“Never drink wine when you are thirsty, it changes the taste”  he said
The wine tasted different than it smelled, less of apple and more of tree bark and we leaved, but delicious.  It wasn’t week at all, but crisp like an autumn day.  Wonderful, I thought to myself I would have to have sex before every glass of wine to make it taste so pleasant.  He sat in the chair across from the med and sipped his whisky.
“Stand up, stand here in front of me” he requested
I arose slowly and as smoothly as I could after being fucked silly and already feeling the effect of the wine on my empty stomach.  I was before him, standing idly, I couldn’t believe I started to blush.
“You have the most exquisite skin, it is so smooth and the color of Persian sand”  He glided his fingers to my lower back and his nails softly scratched the top of my buttocks.  I had already had 3 orgasms this night, each more powerful than the last.  Unbelievably my pussy started to become wet, I could fill my labia start to fill with blood and the knowing sticky moisture was blossoming.  He tilted his head up, looked into my eyes and raised the whiskey to his mouth.  Reaching around with both hands he squeezed my butt cheeks hard enough to smart and pulled me into his embrace.  I ran my hands over his scalp and pulled his ear.  I felt his stubble on my lower abdomen, he rubbed his chin slowly and let it scratch.  He raised his glass again and filled his mouth with the smokey whisky.
He pulled me again this time his hands under the bottom of my ass, tilting my pelvis up and aiming my clitoris into his mouth.  His lips were pursed and he guided my clit into the hole now formed by his taut lips.  I felt it encased as he applied suction.  I felt the suction on my clit causing it to elongate, to slide between his lips.  Then I felt the whisky which he had kept in his mouth, the sensation was warm, then became hot.  It almost burned, it had an immediate effect on my clitoris and I shuddered.  He slid his lips across my now electrified clitoris and circled the end with his tongue, all the while gently applying suction.  He used his hands to pull me and release me in a rhythm was was similar to a man penetration a woman, but my clitoris was not penetrating his mouth like a vagina.  He continued to suck as his whisky bathed tongue lathered the tip of my fiery clitoris.  The pace of his ministrations stayed steady as I felt myself begin to sweat.
I felt one of his hand leave my butt and saw him reach for something on the night table.  I wanted to fuck his mouth faster but he continued a slow steady pace.  I felt his hand pull my butt cheeks apart and felt his finger probe my anus.  He didnt penetrate, rather he made small circles around the muscular sphincter.  The effect of his finger circling my asshole and my long and now erect clitoris sliding into his whisky filled mouth was maddening, incredible pleasure.  My legs bent slightly, hoping to cause his finger to slip into me.  I put my both my hands on his shoulders has his finger passed my outer sphincter.  He pause his sucking and concentrated on slowly passing his finger through the inner sphincter of my asshole.  I consciously lowered myself onto his hand, his finger a white hot instrument.  As I impaled myself he took another drink of whisky with his free hand and tilted his head up and smiled.
Now full implied on his hand my asshole contracting he brought his mouth back to me, his tongue tracing the labia on the left then the tight before finding the focus of my feminine self protruding proudly.  His lips once again took my clit into his mouth, but now he wiggled his finger in my ass and began to rub an unseen areas behind my vagina has my clitoris slipped in and out of his mouth.  He bathed my engorged clit in whisky as his finger pressed into me.  I let out a yelp, which became a cry.  I had to steady myself on his shoulders as waves of pleasure rippled up my legs from my toes.  I felt the muscles in my abdomen fasciculate and my anus contacted around his finger.  I thrust my pelvis into his face and squeezed the back of his head and thrust my clit deeply into his hot mouth.  Faster I pumped as if I was a king fucking his queen.  My toes curled and I pulled his head into me.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled across me like I was hanging from an electric fence.  I felt short of breath and imagined I was staring into the sun.  The finality of my orgasm was the eclipse across the sun in my eyes.  I felt myself collapse as he caught me and eased me back onto the bed.  My heart raced,  my body covered in an oily sheen of sweat , fatigued from the magnificence of the moment.  Orgasm, orgasm, orgasm. I felt his lips on mine, the whisky still abundant.  His tongue slid into my mouth and I tasted myself.

Kansas City Encounter

The drive seemed shorter than the 22 hours she spent in the car.  The kids were playing on their iPads, or chatting, mostly occupying themselves.  Sitting with her headphones, listening to music, the trip was more relaxing than any day in the last few months she could remember.  The last few weeks were filled with activity and preparation for this trip.  The competition would fierce, and the girls were practicing nearly every day.  Cheerleading was physically and mentally demanding, and her oldest daughter, now a teen surprised her with dedication and diligence to her training.  She listened to music long forgotten in her playlist, Rolling Stones classics, reminded her of her high school boyfriend.  The miles went by slowly, but the time passed quickly. Tampa had been on her mind for weeks.  She was going to see him again.  Him.
It was Friday night in Kansas City, she was spending the night at the Marriott.  Her girlfriends were all without their husbands for the weekend and they planned on a few Skinny Girl Margaritas and dancing.  She pulled up to the valet and noticed him standing outside, he was on the phone.  Something caught her eye, it was his skin, more bronze than white.  She caught herself staring and made eye contact for a second longer than was comfortable.  She handed her the valet her keys and spun around to see her friend Sam running skipping toward her.  Sam kissed her squarely on the lips and pushed through just enough tongue to let Sara know she had been drinking, she tasted of the syrup bartenders use to make Cosmopolitans.  The kiss surprised she because the last time they had been drinking together, they made out felt each other up, but were both embarrassed by it and the next day pretended it didn’t happen.  Sam had always been flirty when she had a few drinks, and Sara often caught her staring at her legs and boobs.  There was nothing to be embarrassed about Sara thought to herself, they had a few drinks and found each other attractive.  Still Sam was still happy with her husband, this irritated Sara somewhat when she thought of it, envy really as Sara had found her relationship with her husband slowly but definitely deteriorating.  Sara kissed her back and pushed her tongue twice as far as Sam did on the first kiss and grabbed Sam’s ass.  Something made her turn her head, it was him again, staring intently at the two of them.  Sara made a quick decision to blow him a kiss, the other option was giving him the finger, but she found him somehow seductive.  He was off the phone now, his hands in his pockets.  He was wearing jeans which fit him well and a dark suit jacket with a black t-shirt. He smiled at the kiss and turned his head as he strode off into the lobby.
“Do you know that guy” Sam asked
“No, never seen him before 30 seconds ago”
“Well you might as well take off your panties right now” Sam teased
They headed into the lobby.  The Marriott in Kansas City had a grand lobby, modern and inviting, with the bar immediately in front of you.  In the evenings it became crowded with revelers seeking to drink some stress off from dealing with Cerner or Sprint earlier in the day. Sam caught Sara’s hand and brought her to the bar where they had seats already.  There was Sam’s Cosmo.  Sara ordered a skinny girl margarita, she first tried one a few months ago and it immediately became her regular drink.
“Where is Camille?” Sara asked
“She will be here around 9, she had a late appointment” Sam explained
Camille was a massage therapist, but Sara had long suspected she offered more than a standard massage.  Camille drove a new BMW, and had quite a large apartment in Chicago, where she lived.  She managed to fly out to Kansas City 3 or 4 times a year for dinner or the weekend.  Sam and Sara talked about their kids and husbands.  Sam telling Sara how sorry she was things were going poorly with Nate.  Sara nodded and had to stop herself from letting a tear escape her eyelid.  They continued on, ordering another drink and some fried cheese curds to snack.  Sam got a text from Camille, she wouldn’t be there until the next day, and her flight was delayed from a storm in the plains.  Sam and Sara ordered some dinner and talked more.  Sara was getting drunk, but Sam more so, they were sitting close together and Sam’s hand was massaging her thigh.  She felt herself getting aroused, her thong clearly moist from feeling so.  Sam excused herself to use the restroom, but ordered another round before doing so.
When Sam left, Sara had closed her eyes, she thought about the beach, about Sam’s hand on her thigh, and about her mystery man catching the kiss she blew.  Sara absently opened her eyes and he was standing close enough for her to see his eyes were green. He smiled broadly, but didn’t speak.  He was staring at her, looking right into her eyes.  It made her uncomfortable, no man had ever looked at her like that.  Fiercely, intent with lust.  She looked away, and felt herself blush deeply.  Sam appeared, “Thank God” Sara thought to herself.
“Well hello, Mr Mystery Man” Sam chimed
“”I’m Sam, and this is my friend Sara”
“Nice to meet you both, I’m Lou” he spoke
“Where are you from Louuu” she held the last syllable a few seconds
“Tampa” he responded
“Wow, Florida, I love Florida” Sam said, a hint of slur reflecting her 4 drinks
“Do you like Florida Sara?” he asked looking at me
“Yes” I barely squeaked
They sat silently, he continued to stare at her.  Sara’s discomfort turned to arousal, she felt him touching her, his hand on her thighs, his tongue in her mouth, and she realized she was again getting wet, but this time no one was touching her.  She concentrated on his lips, staring at their perfectness.  They were moist and deeply red.
“Would you like a drink?” Sam asked
He nodded and ordered whisky.  The three of them talked about business, he was visiting to try to make a sale to Sprint.  He travelled frequently, but only occasionally to Kansas City.  The more they talked the more Sara imagined him on top of her.  Her legs pulling him into her, his breath on her neck.  Her pussy was slick for sure, and she felt the pooling of her arousal soaking the crotch of her panties.  Lou excused himself to make a call.
“Holy crap, he is hot” Sam exclaimed
“I know you want him to fuck you” she continued
“I do not, I’m still married” Sara bemoaned
“You just got finished telling me you haven’t had sex with hubby for 3 months, you need it girl!” she said
“You are right, something about him is so erotic” she agreed
“I’m going to leave you two alone, but if it doesn’t work out come to my room, I will be playing with myself, my magic wand is al charged up” she smiled and walked to the elevators
Lou returned, and asked what happened to Sam.  He leaned in and whispered in Sara’s ear, his breath hot, while his hand went to her thigh firmly, but gently.
“I want you to come to my room” he whispered
“right now”
Sara felt her pulse quicken, her legs tremble.  His hand massaged her thigh as it inched slowly toward her slick, throbbing pussy.  She closed her eyes and again imagined him on top of her, thrusting hard, as they kissed.  He grabbed her hand and led her to the elevators.  They waited for a few cars to go up, so they could be alone.  As soon as the door closed he grabbed her ass, he brought her to him, his other hand behind her head.  His tongue was strong and hot, her mouth accepted its penetration with fury.  He pulled her closer still until their pelvis was one undulating mass of hot flesh.  Her pussy was on fire, it was a river, she felt her juices stream down her leg as she prepared for him.  They kissed the entire elevator ride up to his room, and were startled when the door opened on floor 15.
They practically ran to his room he stopped and pressed her against the door and kissed her again.  His hand cupped her ass and his fingers between her legs.  He opened the door.  She felt like doing something wild, she had crossed the border and wasn’t going back.  She dropped down to her knees with the door still open, she felt his bulge and unzipped his jeans.  His cock was beautiful, large enough and long enough she knew she was going to enjoy herself.  She immediately took him in her mouth, one hand pumping his shaft as her mouth sucked on the head.  Lou began to move his hips involuntarily, Sara’s attention to his cock made him take a deep breath, and he couldn’t believe the perfect blow job he was getting.  He told her to get up and get undressed, he didn’t want to cum and wanted to see her naked.  Sara had become shy over the last few years, she had gained some weight after her kids were born and didn’t feel as sexy as she once did, and she hesitated for a moment.
“you are beautiful, I want you naked” he encouraged her
“I want to worship your body, and make love to you” he continued.  This was enough for her, she became naked quickly.  He slowly walked to her and kissed her.  She undressed him as they kissed.  She felt his cock pressing into her, so hot and hard.  She felt it pulse with his heartbeat as they kissed.  She grabbed it and her hand was hot.  He massaged her ass and she felt his finger playing with her asshole.  He brought his hand to his mouth and moistened his finger, it entered her asshole easily when he brought it back.  She loved kissing him, and his finger buried in her asshole was making her so hot, she felt waves of pleasure ride across her pelvis.  Somehow she was on the verge of orgasm without him touching her clitoris, this was strange to her, and never had she felt such pleasure without her clit being rubbed.  She moved her ass up and down on his finger as they continued to kiss, her pussy throbbed intensely.  He juices flowed like a river and her legs trembled.  She moved more rapidly along his strong finger as they kissed.
“Oh my god” she moaned as she came, her undulations continued in rapid succession as she orgasmed.  He thrust his finger deeply into her anus as she came and she almost fainted from the rush of pleasure, she was limp in his arms as he laid her on the bed.  She expected to go to sleep and wake up from a dream.  He had no intention of letting her fall asleep.  Quickly he found her clitoris with his tongue, flicking it slightly.  Back and forth he went from the moisture of his firm tongue to the gentle suction of his mouth.  She felt arousal building up again, and began to get hot, very hot.  She squeezed her thighs as he continued to assault her engorged clit.  He reached around and put his hands under her but and she put her hands on his head and mushed him into her pussy.  The waves of pleasure started again, she felt another orgasm not far away.  My god she thought what is this man doing to me, she didn’t want it to end.  He stopped for a few seconds and brought his head up to look at her.
“Do you want me to stop” he asked with a sly grin on his face
“I will kill you” she shot back
He dipped his head back down, and let just the tip of his tongue touch her, back and forth he pressed her clit with his tongue.  It felt so hot, an electric shock every time it touched her.  Her back felt full and she knew she was going to cum again.  Suddenly he pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.  She had tunnel vision as the pleasure welled up in her, the throbbing became an unstoppable freight train as she bucked hard as a most powerful orgasm rolled over her.  The rest of the nigh was equally unbelievable, they fucked for hours and she couldn’t walk to the bathroom when she tried to pee in the middle of the night.  He woke up early and went to the airport.  He left a note telling her to get in touch when she was in Tampa for the cheerleading competition.
Sara got out of the minivan and realized her pussy was wet.  She had been daydreaming about that night in Kansas City. Her daughters ran into the lobby of the hotel. She looked at her phone when it vibrated, it was Lou/
“you here yet” he asked
“just got here, need to stretch” I responded
“I wish I could see you tonight, but its ok, it will make me appreciate you even more tomorrow”
They had planned to meet the next evening, she didn’t know if she was going to make it.
The girls were so excited to be in Tampa, they went immediately to the pool.  Sara had a few drinks with dinner, and quickly her thoughts turned to him.  She wanted to put her hands between her legs at dinner, she was flushed.  Her grandmother, who was with her helping with the kids, asked if she was feeling ok.  When they got to the room she hurriedly got the kids ready for bed and retired to her room.
She got under the covers naked, her pussy was throbbing and wet.  She didn’t masturbate regularly, really almost never.  It just didn’t seem necessary.  However, tonight the urge as unstoppable.  She was in Tampa, his cock would be in her so soon.  Her hand found the wetness between her legs.  She touched her clitoris lightly, small circles as she breathed deeply.  Her eyes closed as she imagined his cock, her mouth opened unconsciously ready to accept it.  Faster she circled her clit as her berating became short.  She flexed the muscles in her legs as he hand became slick with the wetness of her pussy.  She wanted him now, why did she have to wait.
“Oh fuck” she groaned, a bit louder than she wanted.  She fell asleep.
Sara went through the next day wishing every minute away.  Lou was picking her up at 6:30.  He had changed the plan, his house was empty for the weekend and he was going to bring her back there.  She had asked him what to wear, he texted back:
“wear a skirt, no panties”  She was in the lobby of the hotel, the cool breeze coming from the water felt good on her labia while she waited.  She felt devilish without underwear, it made her feel adolescent and free.  She saw him pull up.  He exited the car and walked around to open her door, his behavior always reflected a gentleman’s attitude toward her.  It made her lust even deeper.  They talked as they drove, past big houses, along the water.  She wondered if he had any nosy neighbors who may be spying her entering the garage.
Lou quickly fixed her a drink, her favorite Skinny Girl, he had remembered and bought some.  They kissed lightly as they shared a drink.
“When was the last time you went skinny dipping?” he asked
“it’s been a long time, I can’t remember when” she responded
“take off your clothes and get in the pool, I’ll grab towels” he commanded.
She walked to the back porch and let her skirt and shirt drop to the floor.  The water was warm and felt nice on her body, her nipples quickly became erect, even in the warm water.  He walked out name, already hard.  His penis was funny bobbing up and down as he walked.  His skin as bronze as ever, was smooth and made her want to kiss him.  He entered the water and pulled her to him.  They floated as he kissed her, his tongue found her mouth waiting, and wanting.  It was strange to her, becoming excited in the pool, she couldn’t feel her wetness, but knew her pussy was ready, it felt hot and her labia felt thick in the water. Her hand found his cock, hard, and impossibly hot.  She wanted to get underwater and suck him, but didn’t think it possible while holding her breath.  He brought his mouth to her nipple, rolling it across his teeth gently but firmly.  She massaged his cock as his hands pulled her ass toward him. They kissed for a long time with his cock in her hand.  She was in heaven.
He lifted her out of the water and brought her to the chaise, she put on a towel when she felt a chill.  He took it off as she bent down and took his cock in her mouth.  He tasted of salt water and was hot in her mouth.  She tasted his precum as her mouth sucked him.   She wanted to swallow him whole, she wanted him to cum in her mouth right there.  She massaged his balls, and brought her hand up and down his shaft.  Lou pulled her head up and told her he wanted to be inside her.
“you are beautiful, sit on my cock and ride me” he told her.
“I want you” she said.
Her pussy was so wet and slick his hard cock slid in easily. She almost came on the spot when her clit bumped his pelvis, but she held on.  Slowly she ran her pussy along the length of his hard cock, every motion rubbing her clit just the right way.  Faster she motioned her pelvis and felt her legs tremble.  Waves of pleasure rolled from her pelvis to her stomach, she felt it hard to breathe as the electric pleasure from her clit made her feel aloft.  Faster she rode him, harder, her orgasm was a trickle, followed by and ocean of pleasure.
She gasped “Oh god, oh god” , “I can’t believe I finished before you” she remarked as he continued to thrust.  He sped up his thrusts as his hard cock started to hit the back wall of her vagina, suddenly she was cumming again
“how are you making me cum again??” she gasped again
He held his breath and came, although he was wearing a condom, she felt the hot semen fill her canal.  He bumped her clit a few more times , then began to relax.  She lay down on top of this chest and felt so satisfied, so full, and so happy.  They lay together in post coital weariness, breathing slowly.  He motioned for her to get up and they both got back into the warm pool.  She swam for a bit, then got out and lay on a towel by the side of the pool. They talked some more, and he fixed her another drink.  He ran his hands up and down her body, slowly, it was more sensuous than sexy and she enjoyed it as she relaxed at his touch.  Lou went back inside and brought out more drinks.  He was starting to get hot outside and the cool drink was refreshing.  She looked him to find his eyes locked on her, that lustful stare which made her so hot for him.  He continued to stare as he brought his fingers over her breasts.
“Let’s go inside and sit by the fire” he said
They walked inside and sat by the fire he had turned on earlier.  She absorbed the warmth of the fire as she sat close.  He pulled her head toward him and kissed her.  He took her hand and brought her to the couch where they fucked again.  She lost count for the evening after 6 orgasms.  She was awash in sweat and pleasure, she didn’t want it to end.
He dropped her off back at the hotel, but walked in for a drink at the bar.  She wanted to know when they could see each other again.  He was going to be alone in a few weeks, and asked her to come back.  A sinister thought crossed her mind.
“Do you want me to bring a friend? ” she asked
“What do you mean?” he pretended not to understand
“I want to bring Sam with me when I come back, I want both of you at the same time” she said in a low voice, almost whispering.
” I can barely handle you” he responded  “But the thought of you in so much pleasure is making me hard right now”
” I will see you in a month and I will have a friend with me”

Some erotic fiction I have been writing

Elie hurried toward the gym help forget the remnants of a miserable afternoon. Creative writing had always been one of her favorite subjects, now she was struggling to just pass. The semester had started badly, the first day she walked into class and heard the deep, and difficult to understand accent on her English professor, she knew it wasn’t going to be enjoyable. Her recent test was her first F, ever, and she was devastated, she cried for almost an hour, until her eyes became swollen and pink. The last few weeks had allowed her to raise her grade somewhat through short essay work, and oral discussion. Today she heard the bad news that the final exam would contribute 50% of her term grade. Walking back from class in the afternoon she often made it to the gym, an athlete in high school, Elie always used exercise as a way to keep fit, but also as primary stress relief.
She buzzed away on the stair master, her body sweating out her anger and frustration. From the corner of the gym she saw him enter, Lou Pellegrino. He was in her English class, he always sat near the left front because he was often late and the seat was close to the door. An unbelievable specimen of maleness, his eyes green, skin olive and hair buzzed close to his scalp. She saw him at the gym pretty regularly and his physique matched his face in perfection. It didn’t come without effort, he was a crossfit crazy and usually spent at least an hour there, she didn’t know how often he was there, but it seemed he was there whenever she was.
She was staring when he caught her eye. Embarrassed she turned her head down to look at the stairmaster display, she had been on almost 60 minutes. He started to walk toward her, she feebly pretended not to see him.
“Hi” he said like they had been friends for years.
“Hi” was all she could say back, her cheeks now flush with deep red.
“We have English class together. What’s your name? I’m Lou”
They started to talk about their shared awful English prof, he wasn’t failing like her, but he had a solid C which made him equally unhappy. She stepped off the stair machine and they continued talking. He lived in the same mega apartment complex and offered to walk with her home. They talked on the way and he touched her arm a few times, seemingly inadvertently, but enough to cause her pause, and enough to cause the familiar cascade and she felt herself getting excited. She thought to herself – How is this possible, I barely know him, he touches my arm and my juices go into high gear. She hadn’t had sex in months, and she had never really had good sex. Her vibrator, her only companion recently and the thought of Lou fucking her started to really make her hot. They continued toward her apartment, her pussy now had a mind of its own. She started to feel her secretions pool in the crotch of her exercise spandex, there was already collected sweat and now there was a considerable amount of liquid which she could feel sloshing with every step.
At the door Lou was saying goodbye, he paused for just a moment his head at such an angle that a kiss was inevitable. They leaned in and their lips met, a brief peck but hard and clearly smoldering passion. What came over her, she does not know, but she asked if he wanted to come in for a shower. He smiled and without a word they walked in to her apartment. Her roommate was out of town so the place was somewhat tidy compared to its everyday state of chaos. They kissed again, this time deep, their mouths open and tongues exploring each other. She was supercharged with desire, her pussy throbbed and she involuntarily moved her hips. His hands found her sweaty ass and grabbed hard, bringing her close to him. They continued to kiss for minutes, their hands exploring each others bodies. She pulled back and motioned to the shower. “Undress me” she commanded. He approached her with a knowing grin. His fingers found the bottom of her shirt and pulled it in one swift motion over her head. Her sports bra was more of a challenge and they turned into a sort of erotic wrestle getting it off.
He gazed at her apple sized breasts. She had always been self conscious about her large nipples, but he was frozen by them, perfect round nipples, long and hard from their embrace. He knelt in front of her and started to pull down her pants. He rolled the spandex because it stuck to her sweat covered legs. His face stood inches from her pussy, the pungent aroma permeated his nostrils. He could see the wetness between her lips. She had recently shaved and there was no hair to disguise her excitement. His tongue protruded forth toward her without thought, she stopped his head with her hand. “Not until we shower” She wiggled the shorts fully off and turned toward the bathroom. He heard the shower start. Lou was half naked when her heard her call “Coming?”
He hurried off the rest of his equally sweaty clothes and bounced toward the shower. He walked into a steam filled room, bigger than he expected for the size of the apartment. He could barely see from the steam, the warmth of it felt pleasant against his nakedness. His erection from earlier had subsided, but quickly came back when the shower door opened. She was perfection. Her breasts now wet were even more perfect, the brown nipples glistening with hot water. His gaze followed the natural curves of her body as she stood welcoming him. Her abdomen was perfectly flat, with a slight ripple of muscle, but remaining very feminine. Her pussy lips were long and pink, without any hair to hide them he wanted to jump at her immediately, but took his time without letting his eyes move from her legs. He stood still and stared and his erection grew. She became self conscious for a moment while he stared, but his hardening cock removed any doubt. It was long and thick, dark with veins and a mushroom shaped dark head which looked large and delicious.
He stepped into the shower, into her welcoming arms. He kissed her hard on the mouth, tongue to tongue. She embraced the warm saliva mixed with the hot steamy water. He left her mouth and softly kissed her cheek, then her neck, slowly he kissed her shoulder, his head travelled down to her chest as he bent forward. His mouth engulfed her nipple, he sucked hard. The vacuum on her nipple made it long and hard, he nibbled on it gently like a gummy bear. She held his head has he sucked hard, then soft, she was in ecstasy. He lifted his head and reached for the soap, lather covered his hands as he massaged her breasts and brought the silky shea butter soap around to her back, then lower to her ass. She was covered in thin film of soap which made her slippery and made her feel very sexy. He brought his around to her back, then lowered it to her wet ass and pulled her in tight. She nearly came when his finger found her asshole. He turned her to rinse off her breasts and returned her nipple to his mouth, unrelenting in delivering pleasure, his finger dug deeper into her anus. She had never liked anything anal, but this was wonderful. Strange waves of pleasure hit her as his finger fully plunged in and out of her lubricated asshole. The soap allowed him to introduce a second finger and she began to move her butt back and forth to meet the full length of his fingers. She felt the waves of pleasure rise up from her ass to her back and stomach, she felt weak. She gasped and came suddenly, her throbbing vagina not yet touched. She couldn’t believe it, the powerful orgasm she had experienced from his fingers in her ass left her breathing heavy and wanting more.
He looked her in the eyes and kissed her again. Lou then knelt in front of her and started to attack her clitoris with his tongue. She could hardly believe what was happening, this gorgeous man was devoting himself to her pleasure. Her first orgasm had left her breathless and her clitoris was not in his mouth, she felt the familiar tingling start again. Her clit had swollen from her orgasm and was ultra sensitive, he rolled it between his tongue and teeth, the pressure sent jolts of electric like pleasure waves through to her back. She was moving her pelvis rhythmically with his licking, she had to hold herself up as her legs weakened, she brought her other hand to the back of his head and thrust herself forward as the pleasure built up.
He found the taste of her intoxicating, the mix of steamy hot water, trace of soap and the river of secretions from her hot cunt were in his mouth. He wanted to suck for days, this was utter heaven. Her pussy was beautiful, smooth, and flat, link pink and brown on the outer folds and deep pink below her clitoris. Her clit had grown to twice its length as he sucked. He made his tongue straight and hard to dive it deep into her like a small penis. She move her hips to fuck his hardened tongue. He grabbed her ass with both hands to massage it and bring his face in closer.
The waves of pleasure grew and grew, she felt a second orgasm coming. She was barely able to stand now, his tongue was flicking her clit rapidly as he alternated between licking and sucking. The contractions started in her thighs, then her buttocks, her asshole closed hard and she grunted, then gasped as her orgasm took hold. More powerful than the first, she became momentarily dizzy and almost passed out. Her pussy felt like it was covered in hot peppers, it was on fire. Lou kept licking, she had to back away because it was too intense. He stood up and again looked into her eyes. He brought her hand to his hard cock, it was hot and slick from the steam and hot water. She put her hand around it and couldn’t believe its girth.
She quickly got the soap and covered his rock hard dick and her hands to make them slippery. She moved across the whole length of his erection with her soapy hands and he groaned out loud. The effect on him was immediate and intense she moved her hands back and forth quickly and he started to shake on the verge of orgasm. She stopped suddenly, she didn’t want him to cum yet. She rinsed his throbbing hard cock under the water to remove the soap. While he had his eyes closed she turned the water to cold, he jumped and yelled, but it had the desired effect and his erection softened and moved him from the verge of orgasm. The water became hot again and she kneeled in front of him.
She traced down his chest and abdomen with her hands, ripples of muscle with just enough hair began to excite her anew. She reached his manhood and placed it directly into her mouth. It grew quickly to its full and massive erect state. She moved her mouth to a smaller o shaped size and popped his cock in and out to create the feeling of suction, with her hand she moved across his shaft quickly. She did this a few times and felt him begin to tense up, his buttocks clenched. She anticipated his orgasm and began swallowing as the first spurts of his cum hit the back of her throat. He came and came, she almost didn’t keep up with the volume of his semen but she managed to keep it all in her mouth, and swallow it. The taste was perfect, hot water mixed with salt, it tasted of a man and her body knew it.
He brought her to standing and kissed her on the neck softly, then on the mouth. He could taste his own cum and it excited him. She was already throbbing again, her cunt became heated again when she was tasting his love juice. She reached down to find him hard again, she had never seen a man become this hard again this quickly. He reached for the soap and began to spread it over her body, she turned around to help cover her self with it. His hands glided down to her ass and began spreading it to her cheeks and between them. His hand moved to her asshole and found her opening with his fingers. She felt him position himself behind her and knew what was coming. His cock was between her cheeks and touched her anus, slowly he pushed and the soap and arousal welcomed him. She pushed back and felt the surge of pleasure as her entered him. She had never tried anal sex, and had never wanted to, but she now felt full and the pleasure was intense as it travelled forward toward her now gushing pussy. He reached around and began to make small circles on her clitoris as he began to thrust pushing his dick all the way until she felt his balls slap at her ass.
Faster he moved in and out as his hand kept the pressure on her clitoris. She was breathing fast, and ripples of pleasure moved up and down her body. His cock was filling up her ass and she was loving it. Her hips moved to meet him as they found a motion together. His grunts told her he was ready as well, she needed one more minute. She put her hand over his and modified the pressure on her clit just enough to increase her arousal. Her legs started to buckle as he was moving faster still. She heard him gasp and push forward deeply and hard, an incredible warmth erupted into her rectum as he came, it felt like gallons. That was all she needed and she exploded into orgasm. They turned to face each other and kissed again, as they lowered themselves onto the floor of the shower and sat there as the water washed over them.
Finally, what could have been an hour, she stood up and turned off the water, the bathroom was covered in moisture every square inch. They dried off and crawled into bed exhausted and found a deep sleep.
Chapter 2
That experience stayed with her for days.