After a week of dry orgasms and no penis in vagina sex, my libido was a 19 on a scale of 1 to 10. I was on overdrive. I was motivated for anything ….whatever she suggested I would’ve happily done it.
The answer to the question was ……..An hour after she came down we were sitting over coffee and home baked cornbread talking, not laying in bed sexing each other up. What she had in mind for the morning wasn’t carnal. The agenda was taking the Christmas tree down, moving the furniture back and putting the house back in order after the holiday. As we sat in the kitchen she noticed the look on my face; she saw right through me said: “hey we have tonight . . . . don’t be bummed out”. She squeezed my hand and smiled. “I will hold you to that” I said, and I squeezed her butt to seal the deal. For that I got an affectionate slap on the hand and a naughty smile. Things were ok. I was glad to be home, there would always be time for sex.
The day went pretty uneventfully; the tree is now sitting in a snowbank. I shoveled snow twice. I also did some minor tasks for work. I was on line a couple of times and I made dinner. Soon it was 9 PM, the day was winding down.
To understand the significance of the events Ihave been describing and will describe, you need to understand our house. It is a small (1900 square foot) two story post and beam 1830 cottage; it is 22 feet wide and 55 feet long. It is a shotgun layout, three rooms on each floor; they are all the 22 foot width of the house. The front room is an office, the middle is a living room / dining room and the back room is the kitchen. The kitchen is slightly bigger (22x28) than the other two rooms on the first floor. We live in the kitchen. Half of the kitchen is farm table, stove and all the foodie stuff. The other half of the room is 2 full sized over stuffed couches, a TV, the computer and an oversize coffee table. The kitchen is an all purpose room. Other than a bed we can actually live in the kitchen along with the bath behind it. All the bedrooms and another bathroom are upstairs. The kitchen is such a multipurpose room; we do everything in it, including parties, sleepovers, all of our meals, watch TV, skype people all over the world; it is also where I get all my haircuts and where the dog sleeps during the day in her bed. It is a spacious room. There is however one thing that we have never done in the kitchen . . that is mythical in stories and movies . . . . fucked on the kitchen table.
I shoveled snow right before dinner. So right after dinner I jumped into the shower and cleaned up. I put on some comfortable clothes and ensconced myself on one of the kitchen couches and was watching TV. Anne went upstairs to finish up a project that she was working on. We agreed that when she was done she would come down and get me to come to bed for mid winter night time recreation.
At about 9:30PM she came downstairs. I was sprawled on the longer of the two couches. I had given up on TV; I was reading a book. The house was quiet. She had just come out of the shower, she was pink and warm from the shower. She was wearing a nightgown under her bath robe.
She flopped down on the couch next to me and picked up a magazine and leafed through it. I put my arm around her and she leaned into me. “Hi there” I said casually. In response she kissed me on the cheek.
God she smelled good. It was a fresh soapy smell; I don’t really know what it was, but damn it grabbed my nostrils and pulled my face to her neck. That wonderful soft neck; it is easy to get lost in it. I put my book down and I nuzzle her ear, working my way down to the depression between her neck and her collar bone. I kiss her delicately there. The skin in that spot is soft; I can feel her pulse there. I give her what I call a chilly kiss, inhaling as I kiss her in that sensitive spot; it gives her the chills and her body quivers. My hand is on her arm up the sleeve of her bathrobe I can feel the goose bumps rising on her arm. I continue to kiss the base of her neck working up to her ear. She cranes her head away from me exposing the length of her neck to my mouth. I trace the throbbing pulse in her neck up to underneath her ear. She lays her head of the back of the couch. I put my hand on the back of her neck and begin to knead the taut muscles in the back of her neck. In moments she becomes a noodle.
Her neck and shoulders are tight and knotted she has been on a computer or a sewing machine working on a project since noon time. The more I knead her neck the more relaxed she becomes. She closes her eyes; I can see her getting lost in the sensation. Soon she slumps to the side and is totally laid out on the couch. I can’t reach her neck now.
I stand up and move to the middle of the couch. She knows that something is a bout to happen, so she says to me …shut out the lights. The windows on the north wall of the kitchen a re right in the sidewalk …she doesn’t want to encourage peeping toms. I shut the lights. The only light is a dim glow from the streetlight on the corner. It is very surreal.
I come back to the couch and sit next to her on the edge of the cushion. I am closer to her head and shoulders, so I can reach them. She is lying on her back. I reach behind her neck, I can feel the knots and I work them. As I squeeze these lumps in her neck she winces a little but eventually relaxes as I work the kinks out, it takes 15 minutes. God she is tense.
After 20 to 30 minutes of attention to her neck, shoulders, the back of her head and her forehead she opens her eyes and looks at me in a relaxed haze. My hands squeezing and kneading her have aroused me… my cock is as hard as steel now. I look into her eyes; she is gazing at me with a dreamy intensity. Her eyes are the pages of the book that is her. I sit there looking into them reading her page by page. I see the passion she has for me, a deep commitment to love me and be loved in return. It invokes a warmth in my chest … I sigh. I continue my intense gaze into her eyes and I see more. I see desire, raw animal desire. It is a need for connection to a human male animal. She needs to know that her body can arouse the lust in a penis and cause that penis to seek the refuge and comfort of her feminine hole. She needs to feel that iron like extension of male flesh pierce her and fill her vagina to its depths. She is telling me without saying a word that she is imaging the divine friction of my cock sliding in and out of her gently and then slamming into her harder and harder until its work is done. She will know that that work is done when she looks back into my eyes and she sees all rational thought in them disappear as I become that male animal fulfilling an eon’s old ritual. My penis will swell to proportions that fill her vagina and bathe her insides with the sap of my lust.
She is getting very aroused. I lean down and kiss her on the lips as she lies on the couch next to me. I hold her head and kiss her trying to communicate through my lips the longing that I feel for her. I feel the subtle response in her lips as I kiss her. Those lips are so soft and giving. As I kiss them, I imagine her pussy lips and I mentally link the two. As I am feeling the softness of her mouth am I thinking of the softness of her vagina as well. The thought of her vagina makes my cock ache; it is aching to be deep inside her, to be caressed, embraced and bathed by her hot soft wetness. Aching to be embraced by it and squeezed by it until it gives her the hot reward that she craves …my cum.
I lift my face from hers, breaking the kiss. I am light headed from it. She is like a narcotic to me. Passion like this unleashes a flood of hormones in me; these hormones have a strange and mysterious impact on my consciousness and my body. Her kisses cause my body to be flooded with chemicals that cause me to lose all my inhibitions. They make my body and head feel light as though they aren’t even connected to each other, while my cock feels leaden and weighty, so heavy that it pulls down on my groin. Her kisses are so powerful that they fill my penis with lust and keen it to hardened steel. They are so intense that a kiss from her can make me ejaculate with no stimulation if she kisses me long and hard enough. Her kisses have a direct impact on my sex organs. Passionate kisses from her accelerate the gathering of fluids from my balls and various glands, mixing them together into the cocktail that will be my cum. I feel the muscles behind my cock stiffening getting ready to serve that cocktail to her gaping cunt when she kisses me.
Sitting there on the couch, I am on fire. I want to rip her clothes off and have my way with her. I know that I could do that and that she would respond to my animal lust in kind …but then it would be over too quickly. A desperate fuck would cause me to explode my lust into her cunt in less than 10 minutes. I don’t want to rush, I want to savor her body, her pussy and the feelings that she creates in me and me in her. So I calm myself and breathe deeply attempting to gain control of my cock; it is oozing for her. I can feel it running a stream of precum which is soaking my pants.
My hands are shaking I am almost out of control with desire. I untie her robe with my trembling fingers and I lay it open. I am watching my hands as if they are someone else’s, they don’t feel connected to my body. It is a strange sensation. I look at her face. She is watching me intently, as if she has never seen me before. At the same time she is looking at me and stirring feelings in her heart, feelings of desire and affection. She is struggling to lay still and allow me to open her clothes and reveal her, she wants to touch me to feel my warm skin and stroke my head.
My gaze returns to her clothes. She is wearing a nightgown that has a dozen or so buttons down the front. I will my fingers to accomplish the complex task of undoing them …it is hard they are not cooperating. My fingers seem to be in frantic and out of control as if confused by all the excitement and desperation that they are experiencing. I struggle to undo the buttons one by one. It is going agonizingly slowly. It seems to take forever, but I do it. I open the flaps of her night gown and reveal her tits. They are laying across her chest, flattened by gravity. I look at them and think that as soon as she sits upright or stands, they will change form entirely. If she leans forward they will change form again. They are amazing. The image of her naked breasts fills my brain. I have seen her tits hundreds and hundreds of times but they always fascinate me . . . their curves, the color of her areola, the stiffness and softness of the nipples, the fine blood vessels that radiate from her nipples and are visible through her pale skin. As I look at her breasts, something somewhere deep inside of me stirs. It is the need to feel her nipple stiffen in my mouth, it is a primal urge to suckle on a female nipple, her nipple and savor it.
I lower my face to her right nipple. I know it is the more sensitive of the two. It is erect and darkened in anticipation. It knows that it is about to be enveloped by my hot mouth. It remembers the sensation and stiffens in preparation for it. I wrap my lips around the hardened culmination of her breast. I feel great satisfaction as I flatten the hardness of it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. As I squeeze it in the hot wetness of my mouth I feel her quiver in response to the sensations that her nipple is sending to her brain and her pussy.
I continue to relish her nipple I am lost in the feel of it but I am also keenly aware of the impact that my suckling is having on her. She is fidgeting as she holds my face to her nipple and strokes the back of my head. I am flooding her with sensation just by squeezing this divinely sensitive part of her, I am driving her crazy. I put my hand on her bellybutton and with my middle finger, I trace very light circles around it . . . tickling her there very gently. I feel her belly tensing in response …I know that she is very sensitive there and that the combination of sucking her nipple and lightly encircling her bellybutton will cause her vagina to blossom and flood with nectar. I slide my hand down to the downy peach between her thighs. She parts her legs enthusiastically; she has been anticipating my touch there ever since she came down and before.
Her peach is soaking wet, it is ripe and dripping its juice. The passion has filled her body, her mind and her sex organs. She is so full of lust that she could no longer contain it and it is now oozing out of the beautifully feminine crease between her thighs.
I am on fire. I need more than a tit to fill my mouth …I need to feel and taste the essence of her femininity, to drink the honey that is oozing from her and savor it on my tongue. I sit up, leaving her nipple wet with my saliva. It is inflamed and tingling.
I take her hand and lead her to stand up. She is ready for me, she turns to go upstairs to the bedroom. But I have other ideas. I grab her hand and say to her: “no we aren’t going upstairs . . . . we’ll stay down here. Just follow my lead”. She looks at me quizzically not really knowing what to expect, but she is a willing and anxious sex partner. I am leading in this dance we are about to do ….I am going to choreograph our movements and I will make the music that will make her dance and sing. Just like doing the tango I am going to wordless lead her through the intricate steps that will ignite her and make her body respond.
I stand her in the middle of the kitchen floor, a foot or two in front of the big farm table. Her robe and nightgown are flapping open … she goes to close them but I brush her hands away. I grip her hips firmly and indicate exactly where I want her to stand. I then grasp the flaps of her robe and night gown and open them revealing her naked form. Her breasts are beautiful when she is standing …they are pendulous and round and the nipples turn up at the tip of them. . Her Mons and Vulva are naturally puffy and covered in fine hair that she keeps carefully trimmed. It does indeed look like a firm peach.
I shift the clothes off her shoulders and off of her. . . they fall to the ground in a heap at her feet. She shivers in surprise as she feels the cool air on her warm skin; her nipples shrink and turn a darker pink. I grab the pile of fabric at her feet and pull it away as she steps out of it. She is now standing before me totally nude. She is embarrassed to be exposed like this but she is also aroused at the impact that the sight of her is having on me. She looks down at my penis tenting my sweatpants and making a wet spot. I study the totality of her body intently, without any covering impeding my view. I look at how small her waist is as it curves outward to the fullness of her hips. I look at the slight swell of her abdomen curving down to her vulva. She is very curvy and sexy. I look at those curves in all their complexity; they are elegantly simple and beautiful. Her naked body is both voluptuous but it is innocently beautiful
Female genitalia are incredible site to behold. Her vulva and mons look so innocent and vulnerable but they also look so sexy. I never seem to tire of licking and savoring her peach, exhorting it to relinquish its tangy nectar. My junk is now twitching in desperation. I breathe deeply to gain control.
I bend over and grasp her calves and pull them outward, opening her stance so that her legs are about 18 inches apart. I then slowly drop to my knees in front of her; my face is level with her pussy. She inhales deeply knowing what is about to happen. Then her chest heaves. I look up into her eyes and I see lust …nothing but pure lust. I think that at this point she would give anything to have any man kneeling there between her kneeling here between her legs; her pussy is aching for attention. I am the lucky one kneeling before her altar preparing to suck her sweet honey from her womanly recesses.
I part the lips of her vagina. It is glistening. A dribble of her juice is pooling at the bottom of her vaginal crease. I put my mouth where her outer lips join at the bottom of her vagina, right underneath that little drip. I catch it on my tongue. I then place my wet hot tongue at the base of her vulva. I extend my tongue as long as a I can to just behind the lower side of her vulva and I lick the hot skin between her vulva and her anus. As I massage the area between her vagina and her asshole with my tongue she he gasping and breathing heavily. She grabs my head and is holding me feeling a need to hug something or more particularly the thing that is giving her this feeling. The more I lick and suck that sensitive nether skin the more her vagina weeps its honey.
I put one hand on each of her ass cheeks and hold her firmly as I know what is about to happen, it has happened many times before, when we are in this position. I run my tongue up the length of her vagina following the delicate folds of her flower and savoring the delicacy of her inner lips as I suck them into mouth. Her lips feel like wet silk in my mouth. They are smooth and very - very soft . . . almost diaphanous. She gasps audibly. I hold her ass firmly as suck her feminine folds. I continue my exploration. My tongue probes the wet folds and parts them seeking the creases of her sex. The sensitive skin of her vagina responds to my tongue and my warm breath. As I explore her vagina, it opens, swells and plumps. As it opens, the entrance to her love hole opens as if it is announcing that it is available, ready and waiting. My eyes are open watching this wonder unfold before me. I can see the entrance of her vagina, the walls are dripping; it is sodden. Pearlescent – white, thick honey is dripping from it.. My tongue follows the wetness in her canal to its source. I stick my tongue as far as I can into her vagina. I am collecting her tangy nectar on my tongue, it is pungent and sweet and intoxicating. As I am savoring the taste of her I am also there looking for something deeper. I sink my tongue into her seeking to touch her feminine essence and her soul.
I hear her breathing getting very ragged. She is grasping my head and holding it in place so that my tongue is on the roof of her vaginal opening. She starts to ever so slightly thrust her hips back and forth, trying to fuck her self with my tongue. I feel the muscles in her ass clenching hard as I continue my exploration. She is desperate for what she knows is coming next. Her nipples are tingling and she has goose bumps all over her body. I pull out of her vagina and she stops humping. Very slowly I follow the folds and creases along side of her lips and I inch up to her clitoris. It is fully erect and hardened; it is outside of its hood. It looks like the tiny head of a cock. I pucker my lips and lower them to the hot pink center of her desire. I lower my lips to her wet hard clit. It has the most exquisite skin on her body. It is smooth and so very delicate.
I ever so gently lower my lips to touch her clit like a butterfly landing on a delicate flower. I surround it with my lips and kiss her, delicately sucking it in the kiss. I kiss her clit with all the devotion and passion that I can muster. The kiss is long and hard. It ends not with a smack, pulling away but rather with me opening my hot wet mouth and drawing her button into my mouth like it was a nipple. I suck it between my lips and against my tongue. I wrap my tongue around the glans of her clit and I suck it just as she sucks my cock. Her legs give way as she exclaims: “oh damn, oh my fucking god, damn I can’t do ……” . I hold her and she grabs my shoulders as he tries to stay upright. I hold her ass keeping her on her feet. She starts to hump my face, hard this time, deliberately and firmly. But she stops and begs me to let her lay down so that she can cum. “No I said” . “I will hold you, stand where you are and cum… trust me to hold you”. Her answer is a garbled groan and a return to the face humping.
She is not in the mood to argue, all she wants to do is cum. There is something very unladylike about the position that she is in. She can’t be graceful or demure, that is what turns me on so. I return to her clit suckling it with my tongue and lips. I lick it suckle it flick it and rub it against the rough flat of my tongue. Her knees are bent, she legs are taught the tendons behind her knees are straining; she is thrusting against my mouth. Her ass is clenched hard. I am supporting most of her weight and she is holding leaning on my shoulders.
I look up at her face. She is grimacing as if in great pain, but the stream that is emanating from her vagina says otherwise. I suckle harder. The tingling in her clitoris is growing and spreading into the depths of her vagina and across her vulva. She is vocalizing describing how hard she is going to cum and how she is fucking my face.
The tingling turns into a hot burning itch; the itch smolders and gets hotter and hotter, burning into her brain as I continue to massage her clit with my tongue. Soon the sensation encompasses her entire vulva, and down her perineum to her asshole. Her genitalia are now beginning to tense up in preparation for release. The sensation is filling her, welling up in her, sensation piling on top of sensation until it is almost unbearable. She struggles to stay on her feet as the heat of the pending orgasm grows, it drills into her cunt burning a hole in her soul as it sinks deeper and deeper into her.
I reach up and pinch her nipple and pull lightly on it. That is the straw that breaks the camels back. . Her asshole begins to spasm and flutter; the sharp but exquisite pain on her nipple sends a jolt to her clit that in turn reverberates through out her body. Orgasmic contractions overtake her. I can feel her asshole and pussy contract and relax rapid fire. In the waves of delightful squeezing and release there is a timeless sense of joy and relief.
She is holding her breath and focusing on her pussy which is shuddering and squeezing. It is as if her vagina was a car on a roller coaster and she was a passenger on it as it thunders up hills and down. Her body was vibrating with the speed and force of the ride. The noise is overwhelming; it is the blood thundering in her ears as her heart races to keep up with the waves and spasms. The contractions that are racking her brain explode in her genitals, her skin her asshole and her toes. Somewhere out there she hears someone groaning: “fuck me, fuck me, I need a big cock to fuck me”. Through the haze of her ecstasy she realizes it is her …but she doesn’t care. All she cares about is the riotous release that is gripping her peach and squeezing the ecstasy from it; the juice from that ecstasy is running out of her pussy and down her leg.
I watch the intensity of the orgasm fade to a series of intermittent twitches; I withdraw my lips from her clit. It retreats. I wait a second or two and very gently, I insert a finger into her vagina. Her g spot is all swollen, rough and crinkled. I start to very gently tickle it, making little circles around it with my middle finger. Ever so slowly I reduce the size of the circles until I am right on her g spot pressing upward gently but firmly, She gasps loudly: “what are you doing to me .. I can’t do this ag………”. But what she can’t do is talk. She can’t talk because just as she was starting to protest, I wrapped my lips around her clit again; I began to tongue it. I matched the rhythm of the suckling of her clit to the rubbing of her g spot. Now her knees actually buckle. She literally could not stand. She reached around behind her knowing that the table was there. She needed something, anything to lean on. She found the table and inched backwards to grab it to lean on. She rested her ass cheeks on it and thrust her pelvis forward towards my face.
She grunted, held her breath and pushed her pussy out as if the orgasm was lodged in her vagina and she was struggling to expel it. She was trembling. It didn’t take long for her second orgasm to hit. When it did she announced it loudly saying: “here it comes, here it comes oh my, oh my I am so fucking dirty, what did you do to me”, but before she or I could answer that question her body jerked hard as the contraction bore into her pussy again. It grabbed her nipples and twisted them. It contacted her asshole. It then hit her again squeezing her whole body as she clenched her vagina and pushed against my face.
She flopped back onto the kitchen table spent. I went and got her robe and covered her with it.
My clothes were still on . . . a situation that I quickly resolved. With all my clothes off; I took one of the straight back kitchen chairs and moved it away from the table. I then went to her and held both her hands and helped her sit up on the edge of the table. I kissed her and led her off the table to the chair. “She murmured to me: “let me do you now”. “No” I said. We are going to do each other now.
My penis was erect and sloppy wet with my precum. I had been dripping my sap since I first saw her come down. Just as my penis was coated, her pussy was filled to sopping with her cum. I sat in the chair with my cock sticking straight up in my lap. Holding one of her hands I drew her to me …she needed no guidance. She sat in my lap facing me, straddling the chair impaling herself on my penis. We were both so wet and she was so open that I slid into her effortlessly. Her chin was at my eye level; her chest was against my collarbone.
Eastern traditions say that there are energy points all over the body. Palms of hands are one of those energy points. So as she sat there on my lap, with my cock deep inside her, I asked her to flatten her hands out and put her palms to my palms and intertwine our fingers. As we did this our arms could not be bent they had to be extended straight out next to us, or down along side the chair or over our head. It also meant that thrusting was difficult because with only legs it was hard to balance. This position forced our genitals together, it forced me deep into her. I could feel the opening of her vagina pressing around the base of my cock. I forced us to be face to face, breathing each others warm breath. We were equals and as an equal I willingly surrendered my penis to her, I could do nothing. I was deep inside her, she was pressing me down onto the chair. I couldn’t move my cock I could only sit there. My penis was in her and in her control; it was more hers than it was mine in effect.
What this position also did is force us to think about what we were feeling, she in her vagina and me on my cock and not thrust to create friction. I felt the heat inside her more than anything. The sensitive tip of my cock was so far inside her she felt molten. She was also coating my penis with her honey. From the position we were in it was flowing out of her and running between my thighs …I was sitting in a warm pool of her cum.
We grasped our hands and she began to grind her pubis against mine. She were both so wet that soon the meeting place between our genitals was a slimey - slippery interface. As she ground her vulva against my slippery abdomen her passion began to rise again. Our palms started to sweat, but they also began to tingle. Her pussy was ballooned open inside I wasn’t getting a lot of stimulation and I knew that she was working up to cuming again.
I needed stimulation. Then I remembered …. “kiss me”, I said. She was only too happy to oblige. So as she ground against me, rubbing her clit on the base of my penis, we locked lips, arms extended out to our side parallel to the floor. Her grinding became a little more erratic as her third orgasm of the evening began to build. My palms really began to tingle and I could feel the heat of my swelling prostate. She thrust her tongue into my mouth; I opened my lips and held her thrusting tongue with my lips. My sap began to boil. My asshole began to twitch and the orgasmic pressure inside of me built up . . . I unwrapped my fingers from hers and hugged her as she kissed me hard, pressing her lips against mine. She stopped and opened her mouth groaning her pleasure into my mouth as her body shuddered; the orgasm exploded in her again squeezing my penis with her spasming pussy. The hot pulsing inside of her …set me off. It was if all the desire and lust of the week had collected in my balls and was concentrated in my cum. That cum was boiling hot with passion and it had a fury and a rage that demanded release. I erupted hard into her, jetting long ropes of thick hot cum into her pussy. I felt like a fire hose blasting my lust at full force. I held her tightly as I pumped my liquid love into her pussy, gasping with each pulse.
We kissed long and hard.
It is the next day. I am now sitting in my hotel room 300 miles from her retelling this story. Tomorrow, and Tuesday I have meetings all day long. I will spend the time at night getting ready for the next day’s meetings, having dry orgasms and maybe I will take some more pics. I will be thinking of her and our reconnection on Weds night. I hope it is as hot as this last one was.
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