It’s summertime. The house is warm, but a cool breeze blows in through the open windows. It smells like dried hay, fresh and a little sweet.
I’m wearing a tee shirt and panties. No shoes. Pink toenails. Cutting up something to eat at the counter.
You come in the kitchen door from outside, you’re a little out of breath, sweaty, eyes bright. You steal up behind me and lean against me, forcing me to arch my back against you.You smell warm and salty. I close my eyes and breathe you in.
Your hand finds it way down my belly, under my panties, pushes my panties aside. You tickle my pussy lips – teasing me just a bit. I lean back a little further, spread my legs. I’m already wet for you.
You slide your fingers in, stroke me quick and soft. My breath catches in my throat, then I relax into the pleasure – sigh your name.
You grab my hand and whisper in my ear, “Come back to the bedroom with me.” You smile. Why would I ever say no to you?
You kiss my neck and ears as we walk down the hall. Close the bedroom door and pull me close to you. You kiss me deep and long, and I wrap my arms and legs around you.
Turn me around, I put my hand on the bed and you pull my panties down around my ankles. “Get up on the bed, on your hands and knees,” you say. “Face in the pillow.”
I’m dripping in anticipation for what comes next. I hear your zipper, pants fall, belt and change jingle in your pocket. I feel the bed shift as you climb up behind me.
It’s quiet, then I feel the sweet sensation of your tongue running around my clitoris. Back and forth… I moan as the orgasm starts to build and swell.
Your finger finds its way into my dripping cunt and start stroking me hard and fast. I start to rock against you, cumming hard. I clinch my pussy around your fingers. You pull your fingers away, leaving me panting in the pillow.
Pushing my head down into the bed, you ram your rock hard cock into me as hard as you can – slamming into my pussy over and over again. Your balls slap my ass as your rock me over and over again.
The pain and pleasure intermingle as I contract and cum all over your dick. My eyes squeeze out tears and I bite down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as I orgasm over and over again.
I feel your dick start to swell and you start fucking me faster and faster. The motion is swift and merciless. Your cum spews up inside me, hot, hot, hot.
You pump me once, twice, three times. And then you’re gone.
I hear the jingle of your pants as you pull them up. The zipper slides. The door opens and closes behind you.
I relax down on the bed, cum covers my thighs and my pussy. I rest until I catch my breath. My pussy is tender and sings from the pleasure.
I smile, thinking about what you’ll do to me later.
I’ve broached this subject before, but I want to revisit it because I’m into it that much. I love the thought of you directing your cum explosion onto an object of our mutual choosing. It doesn’t have to be something that would get ruined by my making you cum, rather it could be anything, like your computer mouse, alarm clock, or even just a book. The thrill I get is from you doing something you would normally never do, except because I want it from you. I like it when you do things for me. We could talk about all the different things we’re going to do one day with this. The most extreme I can really see this getting is to have you shoot your manhood onto a suit you just returned from the cleaners. It would have been a waste, except for when you realize that the sexual gratification you received from marking it up far exceeded the inconvenience your lack of will power created. I’d love to know your thoughts on this.
