TasteThe Honey
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A Taste Of Honey. free porn video
This story is a departure from my norm. Usually, my stories are long with plenty of dialogue. They take weeks, sometimes months to write. I wanted to see if I could write something hot and short. This is simply us having sex this morning and was written in less than an hour. I hope you enjoy.
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I wake up, needing the bathroom. The clock says 6.30am. After a shower and shave I'm back in the bedroom. I watch my wife quietly sleeping on her right side facing the centre of the bed. Her breathing steady, hair across her face, mouth slightly open.
We may be in our 50s, but in my mind, I still see the sweet, red-haired nineteen-year-old whose virginity I took many years ago. I remember lying next to her, spent, both lost in our own, glorious, post-orgasmic world, eyelids heavy. Running my finger tips gently through her hair, I had asked her gently, "What's your name?".
This morning, the duvet is kicked part-way down the bed, her left leg over it, the weak early morning light sneaking through a gap in the curtains to light her creamy white hip and thigh. She's in her favourite position; right arm under the pillow, her left tucked under her breasts.
Slipping back into bed, her breathing changes momentarily then settles again. I look at the large pink nipple on her left breast. Licking my thumb, I rotate it gently on the end. I lick my thumb and forefinger. Now I can roll her nipple. Edging down the bed slightly, I lick across it with my tongue before circling it with the tip. It hardens. I suck it between my lips and bite ever so gently. Her breathing changes slightly. I pause letting it return to normal. Again I suck and nibble. My cock is hard.
I back away as she rolls onto her back, both arms now above her head, her breasts exposed, soft and inviting. Now her right breast is calling me. I run my finger tips around her tummy button, then slowly up and through her cleavage before making a figure of eight around her breasts. Both nipples are now hard and pointing. Leaning in, I suckle her right nipple. Her right leg rises then drops slowly, pushing the duvet lower, revealing her wonderful, full, rug of ginger pubic hair.
Watching her face, her eyelids flutter as I move my fingers lower, across that little garden of soft hair. Continuing down the inside of her right thigh, her fingers twitch. Withdrawing my hand I move further down to lean over, careful not to touch her. The tip of my tongue goes into her tummy button. A very slight moan. Her right leg raises again before dropping. Her knee flops to the right. I kiss lower, circling my tongue among the hairs on her mound, my fingers moving up the inside of her left thigh. I breathe in the intoxicating aroma of her honey juice - sweet and musky. I'm in heaven.
Her right-hand drifts down onto my shoulder, but her breathing is still slow and steady. Her legs are just parted enough for me to ease a finger down across her lips. I move my head back up and suck on her nipple again. An intake of breath. I stop. Her breasts rise and fall slowly again. How long can I keep this up before she wakes? My finger probes and becomes slick with her honey. A slight move from her hips. I put my finger in my mouth and suck. My eyes, roll; sheer joy. The sweetest, most exotic, most wonderful taste known to man. My cock twitches and oozes a pulse of pre-cum. As gently as I could, I moved her left leg away a little. I circled my fingers around her pussy, careful not to touch her clit. Resting my cheek on her mound, breathing deeply, I dragged my middle finger backwards down through her slit, almost to her anus, then back up, collecting more of the leaking honey on the way.
Her breathing rate increased and deepened. I backed off again. Slipping smoothly off the bed I filled the sink in the bathroom with hot water. From the bathroom cabinet, I took out a bottle of her favourite Dermalogica massage oil and dropped it in the water. Ten minutes later, I wiped the bottle dry and returned to the bed. She was still asleep but now with her left leg raised and her arm flung out to the side. Carefully I climbed onto the bed and put some of the oil onto my hands. As gently as possible I ran them over her breasts, neck, and shoulder. Mmmm…, she moaned quietly, raising her other knee as the room filled with the fragrance of Sandalwood, Lavender, Patchouli, and Ylang-Ylang. Sliding off the bed, I walked around to the bottom, climbed on, wiped my hands on the sheets and gently pushed her knees to the sides. A teaspoon of her honey was oozing from the bottom of her slit. Leaning in, I lapped it onto my tongue.
"Nnnnnn…, she moaned, her hand running through my short hair, followed by a sleepy, husky mumble, her words intermingled, "Nnnnwhatyadoing?…, nnnn…".
"Just saying good morning".
"Mmmmmorningsweetie…".
Nibbling the inside of her thighs, her legs spread wider. She let out a long sigh. I took one of her lips between my teeth and pulled, then the other. With my fingers, I opened her lips wider. From between her inner lips, more honey oozed. I had to taste it, drink it. I could hear her groaning. It was sweet on my tongue, my senses were swamped. I swirled it around my mouth, savouring its complexity. Then swallowed. My head swam. I was desperate to taste it again. I was addicted. My tongue sought out more. Her hips twisted as she moaned long and deep. I licked and probed until I could find no more, but I knew there would be more soon.
I felt her hands grip my ears and pull. I had no choice but to follow by crawling upwards. She kept pulling until her hands were over her head, my cock on her shoulder. Turning her head, her lips slipped over my straining, red, bell-end. Holding the headboard with my left hand I grasped a nipple with my right and twisted. She took more of my shaft, her lips forming a perfect seal, her cheeks hollow as she sucked. A moan came from deep in her throat. She rolled onto her right side to be more comfortable.
I knew what she wanted. This wasn't new to us. I began to move. She released my cock in anticipation of what was coming. Laying down the bed on my right side, I hooked her leg over my shoulder. I was back in my second home, inches from her engorged dripping lips. I felt her hot mouth engulf my cock again. Already, there was more honey for me. Within seconds it was sliding down my throat. I felt her suck harder. I could feel her tongue lapping at my head, her hands squeezing my balls.
Her small clit was protruding from its little hidey-hole. Hard and pink. Tempting though it was, I had to bide my time. My wife is not easy to bring to orgasm, usually at least an hour, sometimes two, even three occasionally. Going for her clit too soon would just make her sore. I nibbled and licked her inner thighs, bit her mound and dragged my tongue through her lips. My saliva was coating my hand. I slid my wet thumb into her and felt her muscles grip it. Her mouth was sliding up and down my cock.
Luckily (though I didn't think it at the time), I was circumcised for medical reasons when I was thirteen. Over the years, the head of my cock had become desensitised. So long as I can't see her, I'll outlast her jaw muscles. But seeing my cock between her sexy lips will always tip me over. As I fucked her with my thumb, I let my coated middle finger drift down to her anus. Too soon to enter, but I knew she'd enjoy a little slick rubbing.
One of the joys of mature sex in a long term relationship is that we are intimately aware of each other's likes and dislikes. Where to touch, lick or kiss, when, how hard, for how long, in what order. We are aware of and respect each other's limits. That's why it's called a 'relationship'. No-one gets everything their own way. My wife rarely likes me to cum in her mouth - I respect that. I don't like my feet tickled - that's fine with her. So although I knew that she likes a finger in her ass, now was not the time. For a few minutes, I ran my tongue around her clit but still avoided touching it. Soon though, be patient. Making my tongue as hard as I could I ground it into the hood above her clit. Her hand pushed on the back of my head. Now was the time.
I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked across it with my tongue. I knew the blow job was over and that she would now use her hand as she moaned, squirmed and kicked. For most women, their orgasm would be approaching, but my wife isn't most women. She was close, but I had plenty of work to do yet.
Keeping my thumb inside her, I swung around and knelt between her legs. My thumb moved to her clit, being replaced in her cunt by two fingers. With her eyes shut, she threw her head back. Using her hips she worked my fingers in and out, her clit against my thumb. Her mouth was open, sucking in air by the lungful. I watched her for a sign, waiting as she worked herself for ten minutes With my left hand, I stroked my cock.
Her eyes flickered open and she held out her hands. Leaning forwards, taking my weight on my elbows, I stuck my tongue into her open mouth as I felt her legs cross behind my back. There was no subtlety, no hesitation. I drove my entire seven inches into her sopping cunt until our pubic bones collided.
"Oh Jesus, yes!", she cried into my mouth. Her vaginal muscles contracted, trapping me like a dog. When they relaxed, I withdrew and drove in again. Again they gripped. We set up a slow, deliberate rhythm as I twisted my head and sucked and bit her left nipple; drive, grip, relax, withdraw, drive, grip....
With each drive, her heels pushed on my back, "Oh yes......, oh yes....., nnnnn......, yes....., oh yes.....".
I could feel my balls tingling. Not yet, not yet.
Years ago, like most men, I was selfish; my aim was to drain my balls, but with age, one's priorities change. My life was now dedicated to giving my wife pleasure in every way possible. If she didn't orgasm..., I'd failed. She was close, oh so close. She needed that final push.
Withdrawing fully, I slid down her body and clamped my mouth onto her clit. Using my right hand, I plunged two fingers in and hooked onto her g-spot. With her squealing and twisting, I put the underside of my tongue hard onto her clit and worked it left and right. I knew I was in for a rough few minutes.
With a long moan, she clamped her strong horse-riding thighs around my head and locked her ankles. Pain shot through my ears as she ground her legs. Bright stars flashed through the blackness of my closed eyes. I felt my jaw creak from the pressure. I knew she'd be moaning and swearing, but I could only hear the blood pumping around my head. Still, I worked my tongue and her g-spot.
Suddenly, her whole body went rigid and began to jerk. Her legs rocked from side to side, taking my head with them. I felt her cunt spasm rhythmically on my fingers. Her hips came off the bed and she froze. In my head, I could see her head back and mouth open in a silent scream. With a final shudder, her legs relaxed and the pain began to ease. Slowly, I could move my jaw and my vision cleared. My ears were ringing.
As I crawled up the side of her, she reached out, panting, for my cock, a white ring of her juices around its base. I watched as her mouth opened and closed around my head, sucking hard. That sight was all I needed. After little more than a minute, she sensed I was coming. Releasing me, she pumped my cock with her hand, aiming at her breasts. With a roar, jet after jet of my hot cum sprayed over her tits.
Still panting, she threw me the box of tissues from her bedside table. I knew the rules; if I came on her tits, I had to clean it up. Once clean she rolled onto her left side and curled up into her post-orgasm ball. I pulled the duvet over her. She'd sleep for at least the next hour.
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I'm always grateful for any comments :)
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I wake up, needing the bathroom. The clock says 6.30am. After a shower and shave I'm back in the bedroom. I watch my wife quietly sleeping on her right side facing the centre of the bed. Her breathing steady, hair across her face, mouth slightly open.
We may be in our 50s, but in my mind, I still see the sweet, red-haired nineteen-year-old whose virginity I took many years ago. I remember lying next to her, spent, both lost in our own, glorious, post-orgasmic world, eyelids heavy. Running my finger tips gently through her hair, I had asked her gently, "What's your name?".
This morning, the duvet is kicked part-way down the bed, her left leg over it, the weak early morning light sneaking through a gap in the curtains to light her creamy white hip and thigh. She's in her favourite position; right arm under the pillow, her left tucked under her breasts.
Slipping back into bed, her breathing changes momentarily then settles again. I look at the large pink nipple on her left breast. Licking my thumb, I rotate it gently on the end. I lick my thumb and forefinger. Now I can roll her nipple. Edging down the bed slightly, I lick across it with my tongue before circling it with the tip. It hardens. I suck it between my lips and bite ever so gently. Her breathing changes slightly. I pause letting it return to normal. Again I suck and nibble. My cock is hard.
I back away as she rolls onto her back, both arms now above her head, her breasts exposed, soft and inviting. Now her right breast is calling me. I run my finger tips around her tummy button, then slowly up and through her cleavage before making a figure of eight around her breasts. Both nipples are now hard and pointing. Leaning in, I suckle her right nipple. Her right leg rises then drops slowly, pushing the duvet lower, revealing her wonderful, full, rug of ginger pubic hair.
Watching her face, her eyelids flutter as I move my fingers lower, across that little garden of soft hair. Continuing down the inside of her right thigh, her fingers twitch. Withdrawing my hand I move further down to lean over, careful not to touch her. The tip of my tongue goes into her tummy button. A very slight moan. Her right leg raises again before dropping. Her knee flops to the right. I kiss lower, circling my tongue among the hairs on her mound, my fingers moving up the inside of her left thigh. I breathe in the intoxicating aroma of her honey juice - sweet and musky. I'm in heaven.
Her right-hand drifts down onto my shoulder, but her breathing is still slow and steady. Her legs are just parted enough for me to ease a finger down across her lips. I move my head back up and suck on her nipple again. An intake of breath. I stop. Her breasts rise and fall slowly again. How long can I keep this up before she wakes? My finger probes and becomes slick with her honey. A slight move from her hips. I put my finger in my mouth and suck. My eyes, roll; sheer joy. The sweetest, most exotic, most wonderful taste known to man. My cock twitches and oozes a pulse of pre-cum. As gently as I could, I moved her left leg away a little. I circled my fingers around her pussy, careful not to touch her clit. Resting my cheek on her mound, breathing deeply, I dragged my middle finger backwards down through her slit, almost to her anus, then back up, collecting more of the leaking honey on the way.
Her breathing rate increased and deepened. I backed off again. Slipping smoothly off the bed I filled the sink in the bathroom with hot water. From the bathroom cabinet, I took out a bottle of her favourite Dermalogica massage oil and dropped it in the water. Ten minutes later, I wiped the bottle dry and returned to the bed. She was still asleep but now with her left leg raised and her arm flung out to the side. Carefully I climbed onto the bed and put some of the oil onto my hands. As gently as possible I ran them over her breasts, neck, and shoulder. Mmmm…, she moaned quietly, raising her other knee as the room filled with the fragrance of Sandalwood, Lavender, Patchouli, and Ylang-Ylang. Sliding off the bed, I walked around to the bottom, climbed on, wiped my hands on the sheets and gently pushed her knees to the sides. A teaspoon of her honey was oozing from the bottom of her slit. Leaning in, I lapped it onto my tongue.
"Nnnnnn…, she moaned, her hand running through my short hair, followed by a sleepy, husky mumble, her words intermingled, "Nnnnwhatyadoing?…, nnnn…".
"Just saying good morning".
"Mmmmmorningsweetie…".
Nibbling the inside of her thighs, her legs spread wider. She let out a long sigh. I took one of her lips between my teeth and pulled, then the other. With my fingers, I opened her lips wider. From between her inner lips, more honey oozed. I had to taste it, drink it. I could hear her groaning. It was sweet on my tongue, my senses were swamped. I swirled it around my mouth, savouring its complexity. Then swallowed. My head swam. I was desperate to taste it again. I was addicted. My tongue sought out more. Her hips twisted as she moaned long and deep. I licked and probed until I could find no more, but I knew there would be more soon.
I felt her hands grip my ears and pull. I had no choice but to follow by crawling upwards. She kept pulling until her hands were over her head, my cock on her shoulder. Turning her head, her lips slipped over my straining, red, bell-end. Holding the headboard with my left hand I grasped a nipple with my right and twisted. She took more of my shaft, her lips forming a perfect seal, her cheeks hollow as she sucked. A moan came from deep in her throat. She rolled onto her right side to be more comfortable.
I knew what she wanted. This wasn't new to us. I began to move. She released my cock in anticipation of what was coming. Laying down the bed on my right side, I hooked her leg over my shoulder. I was back in my second home, inches from her engorged dripping lips. I felt her hot mouth engulf my cock again. Already, there was more honey for me. Within seconds it was sliding down my throat. I felt her suck harder. I could feel her tongue lapping at my head, her hands squeezing my balls.
Her small clit was protruding from its little hidey-hole. Hard and pink. Tempting though it was, I had to bide my time. My wife is not easy to bring to orgasm, usually at least an hour, sometimes two, even three occasionally. Going for her clit too soon would just make her sore. I nibbled and licked her inner thighs, bit her mound and dragged my tongue through her lips. My saliva was coating my hand. I slid my wet thumb into her and felt her muscles grip it. Her mouth was sliding up and down my cock.
Luckily (though I didn't think it at the time), I was circumcised for medical reasons when I was thirteen. Over the years, the head of my cock had become desensitised. So long as I can't see her, I'll outlast her jaw muscles. But seeing my cock between her sexy lips will always tip me over. As I fucked her with my thumb, I let my coated middle finger drift down to her anus. Too soon to enter, but I knew she'd enjoy a little slick rubbing.
One of the joys of mature sex in a long term relationship is that we are intimately aware of each other's likes and dislikes. Where to touch, lick or kiss, when, how hard, for how long, in what order. We are aware of and respect each other's limits. That's why it's called a 'relationship'. No-one gets everything their own way. My wife rarely likes me to cum in her mouth - I respect that. I don't like my feet tickled - that's fine with her. So although I knew that she likes a finger in her ass, now was not the time. For a few minutes, I ran my tongue around her clit but still avoided touching it. Soon though, be patient. Making my tongue as hard as I could I ground it into the hood above her clit. Her hand pushed on the back of my head. Now was the time.
I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked across it with my tongue. I knew the blow job was over and that she would now use her hand as she moaned, squirmed and kicked. For most women, their orgasm would be approaching, but my wife isn't most women. She was close, but I had plenty of work to do yet.
Keeping my thumb inside her, I swung around and knelt between her legs. My thumb moved to her clit, being replaced in her cunt by two fingers. With her eyes shut, she threw her head back. Using her hips she worked my fingers in and out, her clit against my thumb. Her mouth was open, sucking in air by the lungful. I watched her for a sign, waiting as she worked herself for ten minutes With my left hand, I stroked my cock.
Her eyes flickered open and she held out her hands. Leaning forwards, taking my weight on my elbows, I stuck my tongue into her open mouth as I felt her legs cross behind my back. There was no subtlety, no hesitation. I drove my entire seven inches into her sopping cunt until our pubic bones collided.
"Oh Jesus, yes!", she cried into my mouth. Her vaginal muscles contracted, trapping me like a dog. When they relaxed, I withdrew and drove in again. Again they gripped. We set up a slow, deliberate rhythm as I twisted my head and sucked and bit her left nipple; drive, grip, relax, withdraw, drive, grip....
With each drive, her heels pushed on my back, "Oh yes......, oh yes....., nnnnn......, yes....., oh yes.....".
I could feel my balls tingling. Not yet, not yet.
Years ago, like most men, I was selfish; my aim was to drain my balls, but with age, one's priorities change. My life was now dedicated to giving my wife pleasure in every way possible. If she didn't orgasm..., I'd failed. She was close, oh so close. She needed that final push.
Withdrawing fully, I slid down her body and clamped my mouth onto her clit. Using my right hand, I plunged two fingers in and hooked onto her g-spot. With her squealing and twisting, I put the underside of my tongue hard onto her clit and worked it left and right. I knew I was in for a rough few minutes.
With a long moan, she clamped her strong horse-riding thighs around my head and locked her ankles. Pain shot through my ears as she ground her legs. Bright stars flashed through the blackness of my closed eyes. I felt my jaw creak from the pressure. I knew she'd be moaning and swearing, but I could only hear the blood pumping around my head. Still, I worked my tongue and her g-spot.
Suddenly, her whole body went rigid and began to jerk. Her legs rocked from side to side, taking my head with them. I felt her cunt spasm rhythmically on my fingers. Her hips came off the bed and she froze. In my head, I could see her head back and mouth open in a silent scream. With a final shudder, her legs relaxed and the pain began to ease. Slowly, I could move my jaw and my vision cleared. My ears were ringing.
As I crawled up the side of her, she reached out, panting, for my cock, a white ring of her juices around its base. I watched as her mouth opened and closed around my head, sucking hard. That sight was all I needed. After little more than a minute, she sensed I was coming. Releasing me, she pumped my cock with her hand, aiming at her breasts. With a roar, jet after jet of my hot cum sprayed over her tits.
Still panting, she threw me the box of tissues from her bedside table. I knew the rules; if I came on her tits, I had to clean it up. Once clean she rolled onto her left side and curled up into her post-orgasm ball. I pulled the duvet over her. She'd sleep for at least the next hour.
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I'm always grateful for any comments :)
Leela
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