I am always in a state of sensual acuity. I live in a mindset of unrelenting sexual interest. I have evolved this unrelenting erotic attitude as a result of my weekly multiple orgasmic activities. This last week was like many others. I had MMOed twice since Sunday which keened my horniness to a razor hard edge. As a result my cock was at the ready all week.
On Tuesday J had asked me to accompany her on a shopping excursion as soon as she finished assembling the last of her book orders to be shipped. I was only too happy to oblige as I will take any opportunity for time together.
So after completing her work at three o’clock we went out in the blowing snow to get some gifts. Thankfully the driveway was clear enough from my snow removal earlier in the day so we got out with little effort. The roads were treacherous though and the driving was slow. I don’t mind bad roads as I drive them all the time. I was just happy to be together. As I sat in the car next to her I felt flushed with erotic energy just being close to her. After all these years she still has that effect on me. J sensed my interest and immediately expressed her appreciation that I didn’t mind going out just as it was getting dark and the snow was falling at a heavier clip.
The entire time we were driving she kept remarking how relieved she was that she was made the progress she had on her orders and that the end was there at her feet. I smiled and calmly drove thru the blizzard to our first destination. My cock throbbed in my pants and my prostate was tingling as we slowly edged into the storm. It was an awful time to be out. We were the only ones headed into the shops everyone else was hell bent to get home before the whiteout. We were nuts to be out as the snow was piling up, but I would do anything to help her out.
She has been out straight for the last two weeks filling Christmas gift orders. Now she could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. She was grateful for my help with the shopping in this awful weather. I could feel the affectionate vibe coming off of her, it was palpable.
When I finally parked the car at the first store we needed to go to, instead of getting out she grabbed my arm before I could reach for the door handle and reached over and kissed me. This was not the kind of that kiss that I get when I leave for work or when I agree to take the dog on a walk when it was her turn. This was a kiss that originated in the depths of her feminine desire. Her sweet lips were saturated with sexual innuendo; the warmth of her kiss held me suspended in the arms of a rapturous erotic promise. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it kept me suspended in an erotic haze that seemed to last for hours. My mind clouded over and denied me the experience of the cold biting reality of a snowstorm and chilling winds. My reality was the supple warmth of her lips, the sweet breath of her need for me and the passion that her skin exuded. This kiss was meant to stir my soul, stiffen my penis and ignite the lustful fire in me. It did. When we parted lips I had to catch my breath. What I saw when I looked in her grey green eyes was a mischievous glint. I didn’t say anything but smiled back.
Fleeting sexual intention that is offered with the understanding that it will be redeemed at a future moment gets sweeter as time delays the realization of its promise. So as we went thru the shopping that afternoon the pangs of sexual need kept grew and stiffened inside of me. My love for her consumed my thoughts and caused my penis to lengthen and arch for her.
The rest of the afternoon witnessed a series of warm and loving interactions. Several times she grabbed my arm or squeezed my hand in a store. As we got out of the car she playfully patted my butt with a teasing swat. The return home was slow and awful through blinding snow and wind. When we finally made it home it was 6:30 PM and the driveway was blanketed in almost 10 inches of snow. It looked as if I hadn’t done anything before we left.
The erotic vibe which had seized her was having a clear effect on me, it always does. By the time we walked in the door my arousal had taken control of me There was a resonant mellow desperation to my desire for her; it made my skin tingle, and my cock harden. My prostate swelled and twitched in anticipation of the sexual relief I knew that we would share later that night. My anxious sexual state was affirmed by another searing kiss when we closed the door and stood in the hallway. My insides melted from the passion of that kiss, I became a molten pool of lust.
My heart quickened and my penis began to weep lust for her.
I don’t know where the evening went. I can’t remember what we had for dinner. I don’t remember much about that evening even though it was only a few days ago. I remember taking her hand when it was bed time and walking hand in hand upstairs. She was mine tonight and every night, yet I needed the touch of her hand to reassure me that I had a claim on her soul. I needed the warmth of her hand in mine to demonstrate to her the depth of the need that I felt for her.
All day long I had coveted a need to give her unimaginable pleasure and spill into her the searing hot passion that was simmering for her inside of me. I wanted her at that moment. I would have laid her down as soon as we got into our house and rutted her with abandon on the floor, giving into the lusty beast that was screaming inside of me.
My sexuality is just as complex as hers is. As a normal man who was passionate for his mate, part of my desire is this base limbic need to copulate and take her. I would enthusiastically seize her; force her to the floor and to desperately penetrate her. The male animal in me just wanted to thrust into her to satisfy a primeval itch deep inside of me. That desire could only be satisfied by spewing ropes of thick hot cum inside her. But part of me (the dominant part) is the gentleman that holds her on a pedestal, desiring nothing more than to share myself with her sexually and emotionally as I escorted her to the pinnacle of orgasmic agony.
So as I held my lust at bay we both showered and got ready for bed. Forty minutes later we stood at the side of our bed, with two candles flickering and scenting the darkened room with the dim light of sandalwood and lavender. Although we have performed this ritual thousands of times before I still felt the rush of lust roaring in my ears as we removed our robes in a perfectly choreographed moment. They both fell to the floor.
J is a very selfless woman. She is also very shy and reserved in real life. But like the song says: …”but when we get behind closed doors ….. she lets her hair hang down”. In our bedroom she can be coy, seductive, very erotic and surprisingly filthy, but only if she is free of distraction and worry. She loves steamy sex but when she is distracted she is all too willing to forego her own orgasmic pleasure. But on a night like that night when her mind was clear of distraction, her pussy was free to shudder in orgasmic delight and receive my fevered thrusting, culminating with my creamy cum coating the inside of her vagina.
So it was on Tuesday night, her lustful desire was clear and undeterred. Her aching vagina demanded to be sated and coaxed to relinquish itself to the sweet agony of orgasm. Like an awakening cat, her feminine passion made her body stretch to reach for my warm caress. She had the will to succumb to her lust in my arms, to taste and savor as much sexual pleasure as I could give her and her vagina could take.
From the many many years of our love making there is one act that she knows will not only deliver ecstasy to her but will also inflame me. With that in mind she kissed me lightly once more, it was a teasing light kiss that just hinted of the seething passion that was steaming in her pussy. She then took my hand and pulled me to follow her to the bed. Coyly she laid back at the edge of the bed and kept her feet on the floor.
Then with the grace of a swan stretching its long wings she parted her long graceful legs and revealed to me the downy center of her femininity. Her full soft vulva was cleaved by the pink gash of her vagina, its seething passion oozing from her lovely pink lips. The sight of her pussy brazenly exposed to me is still a huge turn on; her vagina is beautiful. But the sight of her vagina in its aroused fullness was hypnotically riveting.
There before me was the most arousing sight imaginable. My already hard penis turned to stone. Her lush full vulva was swollen with passion, her glistening pussy lips thickened with sexual need. The mouth of her vagina was inflamed with arousal and it was agape and trembling as if it was wailing for relief. The pearlescent drops of her need clung to the beautiful pink doorway to her femininity.
At that moment her reserved nature fell away like a morning fog succumbing to the warmth of the sun. She shamelessly offered me the most tender and vulnerable part of her. She knew that I could not resist her and that I would get lost in her vagina with my mouth. She felt no rush for penetration; instead there was a need to be devoured and satisfied to cum hard in my face, to show me close up the ardor of her sexuality. She was there in that moment, there offering herself to me in the hope of receiving the full attention of my mouth in the cleft between her thighs.
I dropped to my knees between her thighs just as a pious man prays before a holy place. This was my holy place. It was a place that so many times had embraced my anguished penis, tugging it and urging it to release thick liquid ropes of my creamy hot passion inside her.
It was the place from which I witnessed our three children enter this world and be delivered into my hands.
It was a place where many nights I kneeled just I was kneeling now to coax orgasmic rapture from deep inside her.
Tenderly and reverently I kissed her moist pussy lips. My tender kisses teased her but they also inflamed her. The sensation of my mouth on the tender moist silken mouth of her vagina caused her canal to weep its sweet nectar. Her warm juice coated my lips and filled my mouth. The mouth of her vagina stretched open to accommodate an imagined penis, but in the absence of a wanton cock it was reduced to quivering.
Her breathing was as desperate as her anguished vagina was. In that desperation she began to imperceptibly rock her pelvis and thrust her tender opening against my mouth in the hope of getting more stimulation. I steadied her movement by holding her hip bones and pierced her hole with my tongue just as a hummingbird tongue deeply pierces a flower to taste sweet nectar. The sudden intrusion stilled her thrusting. Before she could resume her rocking I pushed her clitoral hood aside with my tongue and lazily encircled her inflamed pearl with the pointy tip of my tongue. The sensation on her was hypnotic.
She groaned as the sparks of erotic electricity crackled around the sodden fleshy opening of her vagina. Her clitoral hood retracted as the glans of her clit erected to reach for the soft stimulation of my mouth. I wrapped my lips around its base and rewarded it by suckling the hardened button into my mouth. Suckling it and holding it between my lips I began to massage the underside of her glans with my tongue, stroking the delicate flesh with relentless and insistent strokes and envolping it with my tongue. As she began to moan and mutter under her breath I inserted my middle finger into her trembling opening and began to stroke the rigid knot just inside the mouth of her pussy. She gasped audibly and pressed her sex against my tongue and mouth.
As I pressed the rigid flesh inside her pussy and encircled and teased her clit her hips began to grind against me again. I offered resistance but I also rode her undulating pelvis, stroking her clit as her hips rose and fell. Her thrusting became more staccato as her climax began to reveal its imminence.
Her orgasm began as a distant rumble deep inside her pussy that inched closer and closer to her opening. The rumble was accompanied by a quaking tingle that rippled outward from her pussy like ripples in a pond. As the wave of pleasure came closer her breath caught in her chest. With the growing tension she squealed and clamped the mouth of her vagina on my intruding finger as the pleasure crested and ultimately crashed around her in the bed. In the shuddering crescendo she squeezed my finger hard, tugging at it and shaking as the orgasmic spasm gripped her sex and squeezed it. She lay there pulling on my finger and jerking spastically as each spasm gripped her. Slowly as the pleasure wave receded, she calmed.
Then before her pussy totally calmed down I stood between her legs and gently pressed the swollen head of my cock against her still quivering opening. Gently I leaned against her hole pushing against her and into her. My bulbous purple corona parted her swollen lips and was soon lost in their folds. Then once lodged in her hole like a stopper in a bottle I felt resistance as the mouth of her vagina puckered in the aftershocks of her orgasm. But I insistently pressed harder until in a sudden release I pierced the mouth of her pussy.
The sudden intrusion elicited a gasp from her, but I didn’t stop. As I leaned against her harder her vagina yielded and began to swallow the length of my hardened cock. I watched in fascination as the girth of my cock entering her and stretched the skin of her opening to its limit. My fascination continued as I watched the length of my shaft disappear into her.
When I was in her to the hilt I leaned forward and began to grind my pubic bone against hers flattening her clit between us and grinding it between us. The heat deep inside her pussy penetrated my penis and set it on fire. Then from somewhere in the limbic recesses of my brain, the need to thrust my pelvis consumed me. I pulled out from her as she gripped my shaft relishing the gratifying fullness of it. I was coated with her cum which made my thrusting effortless and smooth. Rocking my pelvis back and forth rhythmically I slid in and out of her sweet hole. That tender sensitive cleft that a short while earlier had received my kisses was now being force fed a thick long cock. A cock that would ultimately spew streams of sticky hot cum into her. Cum that would soon gag her vagina with a flood of cum.
The pace of my thrusting quickened as I felt my internal sex organs, my balls and asshole tighten into a knot in preparation for my climax. My penis began to numb itself and I felt my balls retreat into my body as the orgasmic blast was imminent. I huffed as I pounded her pussy the last few times as I rushed to catch up with the pulses of pleasure that I sensed were almost there. Then suddenly I stilled and pressed against her hole hard as I could. I felt the thunderous release deep inside of me. As I stiffened and gasped long hot ropes of cum spewed from the slit in my cockhead and flooded her vagina.
I collapsed onto her chest as the spasms squeezed every drop of my hot cream from me.
She stroked my head as the last convulsive twitches of my cock and perineum emptied the remnants of my cum in her steaming vagina.
Laying there on her I felt my cock softening slowly, as it softened it retreated from the warm caress of her pussy. In its retreat it left a warm liquid testimonial for her vagina to savor and relish.
Lying on her I didn’t feel the familiar post orgasmic lazy stupor wash over me. Instead I felt the need to kiss her and taste her again. Sliding down from her I resumed my kneeling position between her thighs. Her pussy was swollen, sloppy and raw from the friction of fucking, yet it was just as beautiful as it was earlier. I lowered my mouth to her sodden opening and began to lap the creamy hole cleaning the white sticky cum form it. The taste of her cum was combined with my own. It was very different. I licked our joined spendings from her inflamed pussy. I greedily lapped the drool of cum that rolled from her; as I lapped it, it was replenished from the thick warm reserve of cum that I had just deposited in her. As I continued to eat our combined juices from her swollen pussy, the thought of what I was doing and the sweet friction of my tongue on her opening and clit was not lost on her. Soon she was holding my mouth at her opening and rocking her pelvis against me as a second orgasm began to wind itself inside her.
I struggled to keep my tongue on her clit but at this point I was nothing more than a surface to grind her pussy against. As the pace of her humping quickened all I could do was extend my tongue and hope that I hit an appropriate spot every so often. But it didn’t matter as she was going to cum regardless.
The familiar staccato thrusts gave way to quivering stillness as she held my face to her pussy mouth and came hard against my face. I could feel the quaking of her tummy and the pulsing of her opening as the orgasmic contractions clamped it and released it. In moments the spasms waned and she collapsed exhausted but deeply satisfied.
So was I.
It is so nice when she is done with her work and her mind is clear. Clear to accept the adoration and lust that I carry for her.
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