by Alina Sawyer
"I appreciate the effort," I said, realizing just how well she had prepared for this trip.
I pressed her legs wider as my tongue slid down the coarse thick hair, thick and stiff like my one-week beard, short but not smooth. "I like my women to know they have a man between their legs," I remembered myself saying when a woman asked why I had such a scruffy beard. "It's time to put that beard to work," I thought as my fingers joined my tongue at her entrance.
I let my fingertips gently flow over her lips. I watched at the base of her slit for a sign. I didn't let my fingers rise to her clit. Instead, I pressed the sides of her labia inwards.. I went up and down her opening a couple times. Ashley widened her knees and pushed herself up into me, trying to get more. I did not oblige, but kept up the gentle massage. It didn't take long before I saw a drip form. The shiny liquid slid down her perineum and disappeared into the star-shaped creases of her anus.
I leaned forward, brushing one, then the other thigh with my scratchy chin as I made my way forward with my tongue. When I reached her opening, I lay my tongue flat out against her labia, the tip towards the bottom of her slit. I pressed down, not letting my tongue enter, until my nose landed just above her clit. I wagged the tip of my tongue, letting my prickly mustache scrape against her gaping cave. I moved my nose from side to side, flopping her hood over her clit.
I heard Ashley taking shorter and shorter breaths, then felt as she clamped her thighs against my ears. As I continued to wiggle my nose and tongue, she closed harder on my head, until I could only breath through the narrow passageway at the corners of my mouth. I shifted my movement to rock up and down, barely able to move in her mounting excitement. My ears were tightly covered by her thighs and I couldn't hear her reaction, but I could taste her slippery anticipation. And each time I swung my nose over her clit, she would twitch, like the tick of a clock pendulum.
I couldn't move my head, so I let the wet lubrication I tasted on my tongue invite me inside her. Licking as deep as I could go, Ashley started rocking her hips. I wiggled to tilt my head until my lips passed over her magic button. I began to gently suckle her while I let my tongue probe ever so carefully under her hood. She bucked with her hips, and I knew she was sensitive and I had to be careful. I felt her fingers on my head, and I let her know that she could guide my tongue by the way she touched my hair. It only took a couple of strokes for us to agree on the signals, and she was letting me know she wanted more.
Barley touching, barley moving, I felt her tension grow. With my tongue at the tip of her clit, Ashley found it hard to move. She struggled to control the anxious movements of her pelvis. For a while, I just lay there as she experimented with moving, then not moving, then moving. Soon I began to sense more urgency in her movements as she rocked harder and harder into my tongue. I responded with a small rocking movement of my own, which she encouraged. When she grabbed her knees and spread them wide at each side of her chest, I heard the urgency in her moaning.
I let loose a flurry of licking, moving my tongue back and forth, hard directly against her clit. I heard her breathing become hoarse and ragged, moaning to the rhythm of her contracting back and abdomen. I licked harder and faster. When she seemed about to blow, sucked on her clit while I my thumb followed her dripping juices, then swirled as it found her anus.
"Oh... my... GOD!!!" she panted.
I felt her muscles spasm and I thrust my thumb into her ass, triggering her orgasm. I opened my lips and sucked. I felt the warm gusher, then tasted it, as I swallowed quickly, hoping to suck down every drop.
As she froze with the contractions, I relaxed the suction of my grip and let my tongue lie flat against her. She had three more spasms, each one triggered by the merest movement, each one loosing a diminishing trickle, that I enjoyed as I let it run past my deeply buried thumb.
Even as her orgasm subsided, she clasped her knees tight to her chest. When I let my thumb fall out of her asshole and lifted my tongue off her, she twitched one last time. She took a minute to catch her breath, then let go of her knees, which fell to either side of me like rubber hose on on a hot August day. Her chest was slick with sweat.
"You... should...," she tried to say. "you... should..." She gasped for more air, took a deep breath, then said all at once, "You should have warned me!"
I smiled and licked the remnants of her juices off my face, stretching my tongue as far as it would go.
"Mmm, time for me..."
Ashley looked down, having forgotten the still-engorged pole between my legs.
"Here, let me," she said, trying to sit up.
"Nope, I like it from behind. Turn over and get on your elbows."
Ashley obeyed like a child in a candy store. When she was turned over, I said, "Put your head down. Point your butt in the air."
She did, and then wagged her butt at me as she walked her thighs apart, spreading her, opening herself to me.
"God, you've got beautiful, long legs," I said, looking at her perfect butt rising out of her muscular thighs. I just sat there, staring at this work of art. "I feel like I've got two chocolate cones, dripping with caramel syrup!"
Ashley giggled and wagged her hips slowly back and forth, back and forth. I watched her hole swinging...
My fingers went under her, the tips dipping into her. I leaned forward and blew a stream of air from the base of her slit over her asshole. She rocked a little forward, then back into my hand, which did the trick. I held my fingers at the base of her slit and let them became slippery. I moved closer behind her and pressed my dick into her butt crack.
"It's for me, this time," I said. "Wait for me."
I pulled back, lowered my rod between her legs, and let it press against her. We rolled and rocked as she coated me with her juices. I was pressing hard against her clit and could already feel her growing need.
"Wait for me!" I said, again, more forcefully.
Ashley stopped rocking. I could tell she was upset. I waited for her to tell me.
"I've never... I don't know how," she whispered.
I took a deep breath, exaggerating my disappointment. She didn't move or say anything. I knew what I wanted, and knew now was the time to get it.
"Ok. It's ok. I'll take care of it."
I grabbed my dick and rolled it around to get it extra slippery.
"Hold still," I said, "and try to relax."
I rocked my hips back until I could see my whole length. I looked longingly at Ashley's almost certainly virgin asshole. I positioned the head of my phallus to her little pucker, and pressed.
"Oh!"
I pressed harder.
"Relax. Let your muscles relax."
"No... I don't want..." she said, but stopped when I pushed and my head slipped in an inch.
"Oww... that hurts..."
I moved forward, grabbed the front of her hips, and pushed harder. My dick, slippery and hard, sank in another couple inches.
"I don't like it! Stop!"
I stopped pushing, leaving her heavy with my cock inside her, and reached a hand around to her slit. I loved the feel of her wide-open, empty pussy. I stroked the full length of her slit and began my favorite butt fuck exercise: spelling the alphabet with my finger, one slow letter at a time, over her clit... "A... B... C... D..." By the time I got to "I", Ashley was turned on by my finger spelling. "J... K... L... Mmmmm..." I wrote the "M's" over and over as her back arched. I continued my alphabet, slowly pushing my dick into her ass until I was in to the hilt. Ashley squirmed a bit, enhancing my pleasure, but it was clear she was uncomfortable. My fingers continued their magic as I slowly pulled out an inch.
"That..." was all she could say as I crossed one, two, three fingers over her clit hood.
She shuddered, then rocked forward. I let her movements control how much I went in and out of her ass. As she understood that I was letting her be in control, she started to experiment. I felt her ass relax as she let me slide in and out, easier now that she wasn't fighting it. I kept on the spellin
g lesson. When I reached "X", I repeated it several times: "X.... X... X... X..." Her breath became ragged, she was letting herself buck enough for my dick to move in and out a several inches. But I could tell she was building too fast.
"Shit!" I said, "wait for me!"
But my command was useless. Ashley had begun her final descent. She was rocking her clit hard against my fingers, pumping my dick. If I was going to catch up with her, I would need some help.
I let myself think of another time, another place. I was a soldier, infantry, on a clean-up mission in a dump of a village. It was door-to-door after a shelling barrage had turned homes into piles of rubble. There was cross-fire, lots of cross-fire, and I got separated from my unit. I broke into the nearest standing house, ready to kill whatever I found inside. There was no one, except a woman. She was crying in freight...
While I held my gun to her head, my fingers climbed her legs, looking for any hidden weapon. I was surprised when I felt my fingers sink into the wet, soft skin of her bare crotch...
The fear in her eyes as I take off my pack and press down on top of her. Her crying turning to imploring. My hands quickly undoing my belt, pushing my gear and uniform down. Fear grips me, knowing what I am about to do...
I hesitate, she attacks me with fingernails across my face, clawing. I let my anger consume me.
I pin her, pulling aside her layers of wrapped material, oblivious to the deep scratches she carves into my face. I push in, hard. She is wet and slippery. I slide my full length in easily. She gasps and bucks. I pump her, hating her, hating this war, hating the killing, the pain.
I am hitting into her hard when she screams and comes alive with her own hatred. I see it in her eyes. Now she is raping me. She wraps her legs around me, her arms head-lock me, and she meets my thrusts with her own. I feel my load building, swelling, then pass the point of no return...
I open my eyes to watch Ashley crash back into me as I hear the bellow of my own mating grunts. I feel Ashley's orgasm through the added pressure of her contracting sphincter. My orgasm washes through me. I slow my thrusts to prolong the feeling. My eyes roll into my head, and with a long-anticipated feeling of release, I pass my seed to her.
And just like that time in the hut in the village in the jungle, my climax overruns my consciousness, and I pass out from the force of it.
I awoke to the gentle concern of Ashley as she stroked my forehead. I hear her ask a couple times, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm ok," I finally said.
She lay her head onto my shoulder, her fingers idly swirling the hair on my chest, until her breathing slowed and her body became limp.
I fell asleep with her in my arms as I remembered that woman so long ago, and imagined teaching Ashley all she had taught me.
The End.
Prosecco
You entered the hotel lobby and strode up to the front desk. As I had instructed on your voicemail, you asked if you might have a key to Suite 605. The concierge nodded and passed you the keycard with a perfunctory "Enjoy your stay".
The wait was short, and the wine bottles clinked softly as you moved into the elevator. With noone else there, you quickly checked your hair in the mirror and bit your lip in anticipation of the weekend.
With a soft click, you opened the door to Suite 605. You could hear the shower and smell the steam. Even the vanity mirror outside the actual bathroom was steamed up. You wandered over to the kitchenette and put your bags on the counter. You smiled to yourself as you saw the bucket of ice and bottle of Prosecco, and glasses. The bottle was uncorked and as instructed by a small note on the table, you poured yourself a glass and tasted it. Divine. You took a larger sip and let the bubbles tickle your nose. Then you moved off to put away the ingredients for dinner.
This time you grinned when you opened the fridge to find an apron. A small note pinned to the apron suggested that it could only be worn over lingerie, and after an instant's thought, you dropped your clothes by the dining room table and slipped the apron over your head. It was a little cool in the room and you could feel the cold floor underneath your bare feet.
Excitedly, you looked over the ingredients while taking another sip of Prosecco, when you heard the shower stop. Going over the preparation in your head, you set the ingredients in the order that you'd need them. The door to the bathroom opened and you smiled. Coyly, you stayed in the kitchen and took another sip, didn't even turn around when I came in, a towel around my waist and hair mussed. I came up behind you took you into my arms tightly. You could feel how hot my skin was from the shower and how clean I smelled and melted back into me. I was immediately hard and you could feel it through the terry cloth on your buttocks. I reached under your apron while nuzzling your neck and pushed your bra up, one hand grasping your breast, rubbing your nipple with my coarse, hot palm, the other unsnapping the clasp and slipping the straps off your shoulders. You felt my towel loosen and fall to our feet as my hand made its way to your panties, underneath, to feel you soaking wet. My other hand around your throat now, you groaned and pushed back against my hardness while I slipped a finger inside you. You felt flushed and dizzy, from the heat, from the wine, from my finger. I pulled out and turned you around to find your lips, slamming you back against the fridge, kissing you hard, but briefly, before nibbling on your neck and your ears, both hands down to your ass, grasping each cheek hard, pulling, fingers pressing and pulling them apart, squeezing. I was breathing heavily by now too and you could feel how hard I was.
Abruptly, I stopped and looked you in the eye, and put both my hands on your shoulder and pushed you downwards. You knew what I intended without question. Descending to your knees, you looked up and I did not smile, you could see my eyes burn, so strong was my desire. You placed one kiss on the light little fur above my belly button before I took your chin in one hand and myself in the other and told you to open your mouth. I leaned forward and rubbed the length of my cock on your cheeks and over your open mouth, I circled your lips with the tip, softly, but you could feel I was made of steel underneath, and the heat was intense. Your tongue darted out instinctively and you moved forward in anticipation. I pulled back and pushed you back against the fridge. You could tell that I wanted this incredibly badly, that this was not going to be a slow and gentle pleasure, it was past that. I was desperate for this and I quietly whispered "please, please". You reached down and pulled the towel under your knees.
The moan and shudder when I pushed past your lips was worth the price of submission. I was only halfway in but I felt thicker than ever. With your hands at your sides you let me move in and out slowly, feeling me expand and flex in the process. You couldn't see my face as I leaned over you onto the fridge but you could feel the tension in my body and that knew that I was beyond return. My breathing was really getting loud and heavy and I was shuddering frequently, as I began pushing harder into you. You repositioned yourself a little to give me deeper access but truthfully you didn't think you could take more of me. Still, I had to have it, and I placed my hands on your hair. Your hands came up to my thighs in instinct. I slowly pushed deeper, until I could feel myself touch the back of your throat. Pulling back immediately to give you a chance to brace yourself, I started in again, all the way out, all the way in, for an instant, then for longer. You could feel the rhythm and soon I was in for longer, all the way in, your jaw sore from taking me in entirely, all of me. Every time I touched the back of your throat I cried out and you could tell I was getting close. There was no stopping now, and you murmured "mmm-hmm" to let me know it would be okay.
I took a few instants pause to come to my senses and looked down at the adorable face, the tangled hair, the flushed cheeks, and the wild desire, you were committed now to blowing my mind. You leaped forward and took me in your mouth again, deeper than before, deeper than I knew possible, pushing your face into my abdomen, gagging once, but confident. You drew back and pushed me into your throat again, drew back, again, I could feel your saliva thick on my cock now, I was
so wet and you were pushing me so deep, I could feel your throat constrict around my cock now, and I lost my mind and cried your name, you encouraged me, grabbed my ass and plunged me in and fucked me with your mouth, fully into you, you began swallowing so I could feel your throat stroke me and when you felt my whole body tense you put your hands on my hands in your hair as if to say do it, do it, fuck my mouth, come for me, come in my mouth, I want you to, and it took me over the edge and I lost control and pushed your head down hard and exploded, over and over, great pulses right up against the back of your throat, there was nothing to do as it slipped downwards, and you held me as I shivered and swore and took all of me into you. You could feel my thighs quiver and my knees buckling, my breathing was so laboured you worried for an instant but knew better. A moment later, I moved to the bed, my legs having given way under me, the throes continuing, while you, with an evil little smile playing on your lips, returned to your Prosecco and poured another glass.
The End.
That Rat Bastard
Shit!!! Twenty nine frigging years old, and I find out 24 hours ago I am going to be a free woman, a divorcee, a soon to be spinster. That rat bastard husband of eight years needed some younger pussy did he? Well fuck it! I hate men and the stubby little membranes between their legs they use to think with. I would just bury myself in my work, and forget about romance and any kind of a social life. Men! Scumbags!
Shit. What was I thinking? I love the stupid prick of a husband, and without him, I didn't have a clue as to where I would turn or what I would do.
Right now it was year- end closing at Georgetown University and I had a pile of spreadsheets to finish up for the boss, so I had to try and shove the dickhead from my mind. At least Mr. Fuckwad had the decency to tell me he was getting a motel room until he could find a new place to buy, so I wouldn't have to see him when I went home.
It was hard as Hell to concentrate with the anger spewing venom and making my blood boil, but I did manage to get the reports and spreadsheets done for my boss, Jo, short for Josephine, a no nonsense, rough but fair bull dyke lesbian. Many a macho male had had his balls served to him on a silver platter when they tried to cross her, and I so admired her for that. She was no nonsense when it came to work, but adored her sexy femme wife to death and treated her with the utmost love which I admired.
