The last stand

It had been one of those evenings out that everyone dreams of having. In each bar they had been in there was such a party atmosphere and everyone had been so friendly. In a couple of bars they had bumped in to friends of friends and had a few drinks bought for them, in a another someone had just become engaged and bought the entire bar a cocktail.

By the time they had decided to walk the few blocks back to the apartment the effects of alcohol was beginning to manifest itself. They knew it was time to leave when Craig lifted Sam on to the bar where he was already standing and proceeded to kiss her opened mouthed and tongue wagging in front of the assembled masses shouting and encouraging them in their embrace.

They walked arm in arm the few blocks to the apartment stopping now and again to hold each other close and kiss passionately. Their hands pulling the other closer so that they could feel each others curves and smell the perfume and aftershave. Now and again one of them would let their arms stretch so that their hands caressed and tugged at the others butt or slipped a hand inside clothing and fumbled around caressing and neading those spots they knew would make the other gasp and want more. By the time they made it to the lift lobby, Craig’s shirt was untucked and almost completly unbuttoned, Sam’s bra was unhooked and both had felt the others physical readiness for what they both so wanted with the other. They giggled and teased and tickled each other in the lift, snatching wet kisses and caressing those parts of the other they had come to know would be sensitive and erogenous to the touch. Fingers slid over erect nipples and swollen bulges in trousers even as Sam looked for her key.

As they closed the door behind them they could barely hold themselves back. Sam was leaning with her back against the door, Craig’s knee wedged between her knees, his crotch digging into her lower hip. His hands searching to undo the buttons on her blouse zip and then pull it down off her shoulders. Her breasts small but wonderfully shaped fell out and he trembled as he took her left one in his right hand. Her breasts felt as good as he could remember. He ran his thumb down it, tracing the shape of the breast and over the hardened nipple. It turned him on further as she let out a soft moan to his tender touch. Their mouths worked over each other, tasting and being tasted by the other, their breathing hurried, quickening all the while. There was an urgency in their embrace that they had not experienced for a while.

Craig broke off his wet kiss and began to nibble and then run his tongue down her neck.   He loved the sensation of her velvety skin on his tongue and feeling of the fine hairs that covered her neck added a texture he had forgotten existed. It had been so long since they had been together. The thrill and exitement he was experiencing left him lusting and desring for more. The bulge in his trousers felt good.

Small electric shocks ran through Sam’s body and she enjoyed the thrill of her sexual state being hightened by this man as her nipples grew between his fore finger and thumb. Now semi naked, her small breasts exposed to his strong hands’ caress she undid the last remaining button of his shirt and slipped it of his shoulders.   She gasped as their naked torsos gently touched each other.   Her nipples catching against the lower part of his chest.

They again kissed. This time slower and expectant, savouring the moment of unspoken passion and desire for the other. Again his hand cupped her breast. And again another wave of excitement flowed through her body.   She wanted him here, now, like this.  

His hands now worked lower down on her body, lifting the hem of her skirt high over her hips and exploring inside her panties, down between her cheeks and high inside her thighs. He paused for a moment to tug her dampened panties down over her hips and she stepped out of them. She lifted her left leg on to his hip, curling her stilletoed foot round his back opening more of her to his fingers.   Soon the moisture between her legs coverd his fingers and smeared across the soft skin at the top of her legs.   His fingers dipped in and out of her maybe an inch and half, promising more and more delights to follow.   She leaned into his touch and allowed herself the pleasure of riding his fingers. She wanted more but also wanted to make sure he was ready for that too.  

She broke off from his his mouth and lowered her leg while staring him full in his eyes and tugged to undo his belt and button fly of his jeans. Using both hands she pulled his jeans down off his hips and below his knees quickly followed by his boxers. To his obvious delight and still holding his gaze, she took some saliva from her mouth in her fingers and quickly applied it to his bobbing manhood. As her hand slid smoothly over him an animal sound of encouragement leaked out from him.   She lowered her head and with her tongue traced straight down from the nape of his neck, over his chest, across his tawt stomach and through his fine trimmed pubic hair at the base of his manhood that throbbed against her cheek.   She loved his gasp when she gently ran her wet tongue along the shaft, and round the large dome that was pink and now self lubricated.  Her tongue softly tasted him and Craig let out a long deep moan.  Sam wet her lips and placed them round his tip. Sliding her tongue round and over the firm flesh filling her mouth. She edged further down the shaft taking more of him in her mouth. Her tongue sliding and her mouth sucking all the while. Her hands held his balls and she gently rubbed and caressed them. 

Feeling his body tense and his hips begin to rock as if wanting to fuck her mouth, she eased off and slowly withdrew him from her mouth. She turned round and slowly eased herself, so that an inch of him sat inside the throbbing lips at the top of her legs.   She could feel his strong thighs against the backs of her legs. She adjusted her stance and then allowed herself to slide further down his shaft, to begin with a little tentative and gasping at the initial pain, but responsing to the growing pleasure that quickly replaced it.  She propped herself against the door for support until she had taken all of him.  Slowly she began to lift herself up his shaft and then down again, each up and down broken by a moment ground onto him. His hands guided her ass as she began to increase speed.  Once she had found the right rythm she took one breast in her hand and caressed and squeezed where his hands had been not long before. 

Craig could feel her love juices dripping on him as she lifted and slid down on him. He loved the sensation of her juices mingling at the base of his manhood and how it turned him on even more. A line of her juice spilled on to his balls.

Feeling her own nipples was always horny for Sam. She bit her lip trying to keep herself from exploding too soon. She wanted to so much but she did not want to stop either. She loved the mix of sounds that they were creating, the soft squelch of her pussy beating down firmly on his shaft. Her moans loud now with each rise and fall along him, the slap-slap sound of her butt and thighs meeting his legs and balls. His own sounds of rising expectancy from initial whispers to encourage her to loud ‘oh yes’ each time she ground on to him was also a source of increasing eroticism for her. 

She sensed he must be close when the light guiding touch of his hands changed to strong gripping of her hips and she felt him begin to pump into her as she rocked back on him. Shooting white lights of erotic pleasure sent her into further loud moans as she arched her back and butt into his pumping cock. Sam knew it would not, it could not, be long before they came and she increased the firmness and frequency of her rythm.   Craig responded by pummelling her pussy, raming himself into and against her.  A moment later her legs almost gave way as wave after wave of climax broke over her. 

He was quick to hold her and support her as his cock expanded and pulsed his own cum deep inside her and combined with a loud drawn out growl of pleasure. He fought to stay standing and support Sam as the intensity of the moment also nearly overcame him. At the same time, she felt as if every nerve ending had been highly charged as her own orgasim took hold.  She shouted ouhis name in what seemed like a long scream. Her legs buckled and although he held her from droping, his wet cock slipped out, erect and still pumping cum. She felt him resting on her bare back, it contents spilling up towards her shoulders.

Waiting while her knees found their strength Craig struggled to keep himself from squashing her into the apartment front door.

Their clothes were spilled on the floor beneath and beside them, the soft silk of her purple bra offset by his pink shirt heaped on the wooden floor. Her by now crushed skirt was still pulled over her hips and was covered with streaks of his cum. 

She found her feet and turning round, Sam pulled him close. Her mouth kissing him softly on his lips and round the stubble on his chin. His own breathing was still laboured but he responded to her attention. He ran the fingers of one hand through her long hair before breaking off to kiss her on her temple. Standing silently naked together like that, Sam felt his cum trickle out of her as well as slowly down her back. Love making with Sam was always special and this was no exception, “Come on, let’s get cleaned up” he whispered, “then we can do this again!”

The end

In search of satisfaction – part VII

Continuation of http://sexconfessions69.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/sex-fantasy-5-in-search-of-satisfaction-%e2%80%93-part-vi/

He wondered how he could take this woman to new heights of erotic pleasure and a smile spread across his face as a plan formed in a very dirty part of his mind.
“Drink?” he asked.
“Hmmm? oh yeah thanks.” She spoke quietly, the after-glow of the past few minutes shining on her face. She lay on her back, her legs bent at the knee and fingers of her right hand played with her dripping pussy. She was amazed how sticky and damp she felt. She was so horny.
“Afraid it is just beer – is that ok?”
“Hey – I gotta thirst and I doubt beer will satisfy it, or even champagne.” She said, rising on her elbow, playing with her large breast, “you liked these didn’t you?” She was playing with him, teasing and being provactive.
“Those are fantastic – guys I know would die just to have a nibble. Back in a moment ok?”
He turned out the door, his cock swinging between his taught thighs. She noticed how the cheeks on his buttocks were tight and firm. Dark curly black hair spilling down on to his upper legs and between his thighs. She heard the fridge door being opened and the sound of two bottle tops skidding across the kitchen counter top. He came back and stood at the door.
“Still thirsty?”
“Oh yes.”
He smiled at her and then tipped one of the beer bottles down his front, just letting enough to dribble over his stomach and onto that slightly deflated cock she had so fantastically swallowed earlier. Drips of beer hung on the tip of his cock.
“Shame to waste any.” he said as he came nearer to the edge of the bed. She sat up and placed herself on the edge her face inches from the cock. It gleamed from the soft light beside the bed, glistening with beer.
She went to hold the growing cock to lick, “ah ah – no hands.” And she obligingly put her hands behind her back as he poured a little more beer over himself. She leant forward to catch the liquid as it cascaded off him. Her tongue flicking and teasing his twitching cock, her mouth grabbing him softy. Beer had never tasted so good.
She giggled and licked, sucked and dribbled as more beer flowed down. A couple of times he had to withdraw from her attentions as the wetness and stimulation threatened to over power him.
As she played with him, her hands strayed forward and her fingers began to work over herself and down into the folds still damp and sticky from her recent explosive outpouring.
“Well one good deed desereves another.” He said, and he gently pushed her onto her back. She wriggled back on the bed, wondering what he was going to do.
He took the other opened beer bottle, and poured a little onto her chest. The cold liquid making her gasp momentarily but she sat up to watch the liquid drip off the end of her engorged swollen nipples and down through her cleavage.
She looked at him, a bit confused. He raised an eyebrow, “Well. Do you mind?”
And with that he leant over her, catching the drops as they fell off her. His tongue trailing down through her breasts catching the liquid and sending sparks through her body with the sensation and eroticism that the moment was creating. He poured a little more over her stomach and began to lick up what he could, exploring her stomach button and edging lower towards her by now pulsating pussy.
He paused to pour some more beer this time right at the top of her smooth area above her pussy. She felt the liquid trail between her legs and he lowered his head again. The small goatee tickeled her thighs and into the folds beneath the tops of her legs. She shuddered and trembeled as she felt his tongue licking and teasing round the edges and then deep inside her, searching and hungrily devouring her. She lifted her hips towards his mouth. He took one edge of her pussy in his mouth and sucked – tasting the combination of her, her cum and the beer. His cock spasmed as she moaned and arched her back. He shifted his position so they could 69. He lay on his back and lifted her hips and invited her on top of him.
He felt a warm wet mouth slide over the tip of his cock and two hands work over his balls and shaft. He returned to the amazing pussy stretched open above his face. He traced his tongue along both sides of her lips and slipped inside her slowly. He found her swollen clit and played with it – teasing and licking it. The beer bottle was now empty and he very gently inserted the tip of it inside her.
She gasped slightly confused given what she was currently holding in her mouth but the pleasure was too great to ask questions. As if by themselves her hips began to rock onto this invader of her pussy. He held the bottle firmly in one hand and guided her hips with the other – careful not to let her slide too far.
She moaned loudly and began to whimper as she settled down on to the bottle with an increasing rythym. He was happy to let her ride it. Wave after wave of intense pleasure came over her as she tried to focus on giving him pleasure too. Again drips of pre-cum appeared from the tip of his cock and she heard him also moan and felt his body tremble when she was able to massage his balls and run her tongue along the dark vein that ran along his shaft.
Suddenly as if without warning the waves of pleasure burst over her and again she came. She shuddered and moaned loudly her hips out of control. She sat straight above him, her tits swinging as the orgasm ran on and on.
“Fuck me please.” she said when she could speak. “Get this monster inside me.”
They adjusted their positions so he could kneel behind her. He lifted her hips and encouraged her to sit up and lean back towards him. She lowered herself slowly on to him – her insides stretching to accomodate him. He held her gently as she made herself comfortable on him. Perhaps 3/4 of him was inside her and he felt her juices flowing down the remaining inch or so and into his pubic hair. They held this position for a moment or two – their breathing slowing and becoming more controlled. His hands wandered over the front of her body and onto her breasts. Cupping them and playing with them, his fingers working over the nipples. Squeezing and pulling each nipple in turn.
Their hips began to find a rythm and she felt able to stretch further to slide down onto the base of his shaft. The pain was superceded by intense pleasure at the freedom she had to slide along him and then grind down as she felt and wanted to. He rocked against her helping to increase the pace. She held herself with one hand against the bed post and the other hand she used to play with the front of her pussy.
“Oh yes baby” he said , “this feels good – is this good baby?” He tugged her thick dark hair away from the nape of her neck and kissed her hard and hungrily – his mouth sucking her flesh and she felt his teeth bite gently.
“Oh yes, fuck yes – don’t stop.” she moaned, “Fill my pussy with your cum”
They fell silent as they rocked and teased each other – the only sound being their moans and grunts, the sound of a pussy sliding along a thick cock and the slapping sound of her butt hitting against his stomach when she reached the based the base of his shaft.
“Cum with me baby”, he whispered, “you close?”
“Huhuh” she said, “close .. go for it.”
Taking this as encouragement, he began to pump against her as she slid along him. She gasped as he hit the end of her pussy. She began to whimper more loudly and he began to grunt loudly each time he sunk deep into her. His pumping took on more vigour and aggression. His hands holding onto her hips as he rammed into her.
He felt her clench herself onto him her pussy shaking and pulsating with each thrust into her and her head reached back and she held her breath in a silent scream.
It was as if hot white light struck them both. Wave after wave of deep pleasure swept over them both. The silent scream found a voice that lasted for what seemed an eternity as his thick cum shot in creamy spurts inside her.

They collapsed totally spent onto their sides, his cock lay across her upper thigh, dripping in their combined juices. He held her and kissed her softly down her neck.

They lay breathing hard. She wriggled round to face him. She smiled as she felt his cum dripping from her. She lifted a hand to her pussy that was now a little sensitive to touch and scooped a lump of cum onto her fingers. She faced him and placed her fingers in her mouth – savouring the salty taste of him.

He looked at her and smiled. “I havn’t done anything like that even in my fantasies. Thank you Lizzie.”

“Welcome to your new home Jack.” she said.

We met in a cab queue #5

Day light and the need for the loo brought me out of my sleep. I dozed, the sheet wrapped round my petit body, and I tried to figure out where I was. A hand emerged from my cocoon shape and pulled the hair that had fallen across my face. As I lay there my senses came flooding back. And then my memory.
I sat up. The other side of the bed was empty. I could hear movement and the sound of typing on a keyboard somewhere. Hopefully that is Craig, I thought.
I lay back on the pillow. Last night was full of surprises. Craig was a revelation. We had made love twice after the swimming pool. Once in the large lounge against the wall. I blushed as I recalled my legs shaking as he slapped against me from behind, my hands above my head held on one of his hands. His other hand either holding my hip or teasing my breasts – i felt him slide from the tip of his shaft to the base – his pubic hair course against my butt and exposed pussy folds. My hand instinctly went to cup my tits as I lay savouring the moment. It was so wanton and yet so yummy. When he was ready to cum his rythm against me changed to long fast furious pumping and I recalled screaming as my pussy exploded and intense pleasure soared through me. Both our legs sagged and his dripping cock slithered out flicking our juices down my thighs.
I had never done that before. We hugged and kissed in bed and chatted more. Sleep came easily and then sometime before dawn I found myself horny for more.
I wriggled round in the bed under the single sheet and found a soft warm cock that so needed to be loved. I kissed softly down over Craig’s stomach following the dark line of his pubic hair and traced the join of his leg to his hip with my tongue. His cock twitched and Craig moved to make himself comfortable in his sleep unaware of what was happening.

I traced round the tip and then down the shaft. My tongue licked his balls and I sucked each very gently. By now he was awake, moaning loads of yes yes yes. I carried on careful not to deep throat him. His hands crawled all over me, exploring and making me want him again. Fingers never felt so good. I lifted one hip and knee over his chest and lay on him, my tits on his stomach, my pussy close to his face. His tongue and mouth soon started on me and I trembled at the sensatations running through me.

My hand tongue and mouth worked their magic and he murmured that he would cum v quickly if I carried on.

I lifted my head off him, lifted my hips away from his head and wriggled down his body until I was kneeling astride him but facing away. I lowered myself towards his firm throbbing cock. He held it so I could tease myself and him with edges and folds of my pussy.

Slowly I sank onto him. Craig muttered about horny it made him and we rode each other for a few minutes, silently, just the sound of our breathing and our bodies on the bed breaking into the void.

I slipped off his cock, adjusted myself so I was lying on top of him but with my back to him and pulled him slippery from my wet pussy between my legs.. His tip caressing me. His hands and arms wrapped round my front. One hand playings and cupping my tits and the other venturing to share in the fun further below.

I lifted my legs which lowered my hips so more of him edged closer to me pussy.

Our breathing was now fast and becoming uncontrolled. His hips rocked up into my butt cheeks, his cock slicing through my open thighs and just penetrating me.

Good as it was I needed to have him sink inside or driving into me from below. I turned over so I was above him the right way round. I leaned forward my hips hovering above him.

We kissed slowly sensuously passionately sucking on each others lips. Our tongues dancing with each others. He whispered in my ear that my pussy was dripping on to him. I shifted my position to I straddled his leg and dragged my inner thighs down his legs leaving a trail of me behind.

He was enormous. I slid down and teased him with my tongue and mouth. Kissing down his throbbing shaft. He moaned again.

His head was extended back, his back arching up to give maximum leverage.

Suddenly I slipped on to him. Taking him inside in one movement. My right hand holding the bottom of my pussy to ensure he stayed inside. My other hand resting on his chest. I rode high and straight above him, my tits proud and pert.

He cupped them small as they are in his hands pressing my nipples with his thumbs. We found our rythm and built a tempo that made us sweat and the bed rock so much the headboard began to knock against the wall. I could feel the pressure build inside me and I sensed Craig was straining to keep from exploding.. I lifted my hand off his chest placed them either side of his chest leaning forward. It was like an unspoken signal to him. He lifted his head and latched his mouth onto my tit. His teeth nibbled my nipple and the place erupted.

My body shook and I moaned loudly several times as he did our bodies taking over taking control away from our minds.

Wave after wave broke over me as I felt his cock spasm and then his cum shot in to me. Thick hot and loads of it. I colllapsed across him. My bum seemingly stuck in the air, my tits sore from the work out in his mouth, our breathing hard and rasping, his cock still tight inside me.

After a few moments, I felt him grind against me and I ground back. Suddenly I felt another wave crash over me. He held his cock in me as my moans subsided and the shaking stopped.

I don’t really remember much after then.

I wriggled out the bed, ducked into the loo and did what I needed to do. As I sat there I chanced to see my reflection in a mirror. For a moment I thought it couldn’t be me. Broken sleep, an unplanned dip in the pool and red blotches where male stuble and Craig’s tongue had worked their magic had inflicted a heavy toll on me. Never mind the patches of dried cum.

Quickly I did what I could with the make up that hadn’t peeled off. But there is a limit what you can do with toilet tissue. I took a large bath towel, wrapped it round me and went to find Craig.

He was sat at a table, his back to me wearing a white shirt. His legs were bare beneath the seat. He turned round from the lap top he was slaving over and gave me a beaming smile. “Morning.” I croaked.

“Hey – how are you?”

“I feel wrecked but good at the same time. Speaking of which what is the time?”

“Just after 7.30 babe,” he said, “Why?”

“You’re up early then?”

“Things to do – i was awake at just before 7am – i tried to see if you were awake but you were dead to the world. So I got up – shaved and showered in the spare shower and got dressed, well i say dressed. I had to do something with my spare suit after last night’s romp.” He turned in his chair and showed he was just in boxers from the waist down.

I laughed and he pointed to the trouser press in the galley kitchen.

I said, “I look like i have been dragged through a hedge backwards.”

“Not to me you don’t – oh and sorry about that,” he said pointing to a red patch on my neck.

I slid my hand over it – feeling very exposed. “Listen,” I said, “When do you need to leave for your meetings?”

“I think the place is down town somewhere and I don’t need to be there until just before 9am”.

“Ok. That works. Let me zip home, get washed and dressed and put b/fast on. Give me 40 minutes and then pitch round – there will be loads of time for you to eat and still get to your meeting at 9am.

I stood close and he placed his hand on my hip – his hand spread wide, and his thumb gently edging round the outline of my breasts. “Ok – great. I’ll be done with this in half an hour anyway.”

I gave him the address and set off to pick up various pieces of clothing. I ran my hair brush in my bag through the tangled mess on my head. I clicked back in my shoes and offered him something as I leant to kiss him on the cheek, “thank you for a lively night.”

“My pleasure,” he said laughing, “but what is this?” He said holding up a silky thong.

“Well,” I said as I walked away,”You never did manage to get into my knickers last night did you – so that is a momento. Better luck next time!”

With that I pulled open the suite door and headed for the lift.

[episode 6 to follow in due course]

A question of taste or vanilla love?

I have been debating with a couple of other bloggers about the whole blow job thing. The background is that my wife has I think once in twenty years sucked my cock but not to the point of cuming. A few times she has sucked my dick while i wear underwear but we prefer normally to keep the cuming bit for a nice damp pussy!!
Where my wife is comfortable with body and her self-confidence we have done the above in a 69 and I sometimes will give her head on her own – once or twice where she got really carried away to her orgasm – but we have never managed to get to female ejaculation.
Actually I don’t think she knows that a woman could gush out of her pussy.

Which begs the question to anyone who is interested …. do girls as well as guys expect to give/receive a blowjob or give head regularly and is the giving really as pleasurable as the receiving?

If people would like to give their own stories of where they did/received their first or their best blowjobs or head then please use the comments box or let me know where your blog is.

Keep it hanging!

RR