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Stacey said that she had to pee when she got here, but I wasn't about to let her go. Partly because I wanted to see how badly she wanted me - if it was half as much as I wanted her. Partly because I wanted her hot piss.
When she walks in the door I'm struck by her radiance - I always was, each time I see her it's as if I'm seeing her for the first time. She greets me with a warm smile but lurking behind her hazel eyes I can see that same sex-starved demoness I'd hoped to see. I don't wast time.
She came in for a welcoming kiss but I grab her firmly around each arm and pull her in tight, my fingers gripping her supple flesh hard, digging in. She's taken aback by the suddenness of this action but only for a moment - I know how she likes it because it's exactly how I like it. Hot, wet, rough and loud. Frankly, neither one of us felt there was much worth in doing something if you couldn't let everyone else around you know not only what you were doing but how fucking well you did it. I stared at her for a minute, our eyes locked. My mouth began to water at the thought of kissing those juicy, plump lips of hers, so I did.
Pulling her up to me, I pressed my lips against her's and to my surprise I feel her hot, wet tongue slide its way into my mouth before I can get mine into hers. She twirls it around, her head doing small swirls as she returns my passion. She starts to moan as she kisses me and I know that she's not only ready to go, but burning for me.
We manage to find our way to my bedroom before becoming completely enthralled in the flames of our passions. I grab her shirt and peel it over her, revealing her perfectly sculpted 34DD tits. She does the same with mine, reveling the scars she'd left in my skin with her nails from months of sneaking around behind our spouses backs. The game had to expire at some time, but now there was only us.
I push her backwards and she falls onto my bed. I peel off her pants. There is nothing left between me and her hot, wet pussy but her silky, black lace boy short underwear. I love what they do to her ass.
Starting at her left knee I begin to kiss my way up her leg, up to her pussy, across, taking special care only to exhale my hot breath onto her pussy before kissing my way down her right thigh to just above her knee. I then begin to backtrack the same path, only this time tenderly licking the same trail, leaving a moist path along the way. When I reach her right knee again I go back one more time, this time just blowing on the wet trail. The cold causes her skin to goose bump all across her body and her hips sway and her pussy soaks through the panties. I could smell her. it drove me half mad.
"Please" she implores. I know exactly what she wants. I know that I want nothing more to take my rock hard cock and violate her quivering, soaping wet flesh with it, but in time.
I take hold of the waist of her panties and roll them down and off, the tip of my tongue peeks out through my lips, beyond my control to resist lapping at the fluid slowly sliding onto her thighs. She moans at the sensation of my touch.
I begin to shake, knowing that I'm fighting a loosing battle, I just HAVE to have this woman and in the worst way. I know she felt the same about me and therein lie the spark to our passion. It was so wrong, but so perfect, primal and raw. It was the essence of what fucking was and by right should be. So far over what "passion" was that it sat neatly in the realm of the primal. There was no love in this room at that particular moment, though I certainly did love this woman and she me, it simply had nothing to do with anything at this moment in time. This is what our flesh required of us to do.
She lurched up and grabbed my head in her hands and forced it into her pussy where she crossed her ankles behind me back, locking me in. There was nothing to complain about. I stick out my tongue and fell her wetness, tasting her sweetness. I trace around her labia, over her hood and down the other side, over and over at a steady, slow pace - a pace that registers in her bones every time I failed to touch her clit enough with the tip of my tongue. Slowly, I trace my tongue faster and faster. Her pussy responds by throbbing harder and harder and her moans grow deeper and more desperate. She roughly runs her fingers through my hair.
I suddenly thrust my whole tongue into her pussy, collecting her dripping juice on it for a moment before drawing it back into my mouth and drinking her precious fluid. I swallow and fell it slide down my throat. She moans but not at all satisfied. I trace my tongue around her clit this time, just with the very tip.
I start adding kisses and gradually start pulling on her clit with my lips, each time I do would send a shiver through her body. She's approaching where I want her to be. I suck her clit into my mouth and started gouging at it with my tongue for a moment before releasing it for another, then take it back up into my mouth again. My hands by this time had found their way to her nipples and I'm twisting them.
"Don't stop!" she moans. I know that she was slowly building up to her orgasm. Her pussy is getting wetter and wetter and I'm all to happy to lap it all up. My attention is fixated on her clit and I'm punishing it with my tongue. Her whole body quakes under me and her hips roll and sway and she press her pussy harder into my face.
Suddenly, I'd caught the first trickle of my prize. She, unable to keep control of herself allows a small trickle of piss to escape her. It lands on my tongue and almost seems to burn it was so hot. I'd been dreamed of this moment with ecstasy! Greedily I swallowed it down. She hadn't notice so I keep doing what I'm doing.
There was a sudden surge of piss that nearly fills my mouth and I had to stop sucking on her clit and draw my tongue back into my mouth for a split second to swallow it all. Realization hits her her and she looks up at me, unsure of how I'd react. I cock my eyebrows at her and simply say "please don't stop baby".
She blushes, but behind those rosy cheeks and momentarily embarrassed eyes lurks an understanding, for she had kept this secret so close to her that she didn't know how to ask me that she wanted to do this with me. She wanted to share this experience with me. This had in that moment, both infinitesimally small and unimaginably vast, bound us together. She had secretly harbored this fetish while I had similar harbored the same desire for her.
Her head falls back onto the pillow and the excitement had my cock bouncing and dripping precum into the sheets. I was on the verge of cumming and she nor I had even managed to touch my cock at all to this point. The realization of what was happened was more than enough.
I began working her back up, teasing her pussy in my mouth and swatting it with my tongue. Electricity seemed to flow from my lips and shock her because she started to tremble. They were shallow but at the same time violent.
"Oh my GOD" she screams and her fingers dig into my scalp so hard I'm sure there'd be blood. Her body convulses one final time and she sits up as though performing a sit-up.
Her orgasm tears though her unforgivingly. Her pussy trembled and pulsed the moments leading up to her climax, her pussy lips drew back and she held nothing back from me. Her stream of piss pours like an untamed river into my mouth and I eagerly drink every single drop as it came to me. Eager though I was, I could barely keep up with her! She's coming so hard, she's convulsing and her piss is seeping down the corners of my lips and down my chin, still I swallowed each mouthful of her hot piss and savoured it as it slid down my throat.
After what seemed both like an eternity and but a moment, she collapses back onto the bed, her body goes limp. I finally take my lips off her pussy and draw my arm across my mouth, not realizing that she hasn't entirely finished and another spurt of her piss arches out of her and strikes me in the neck. I love her. She's so sexy, laying here in my bed in a puddle of her own juices, quaking.
Our eyes lock and we know that this is just the start of an encounter that we will never forget.
When she walks in the door I'm struck by her radiance - I always was, each time I see her it's as if I'm seeing her for the first time. She greets me with a warm smile but lurking behind her hazel eyes I can see that same sex-starved demoness I'd hoped to see. I don't wast time.
She came in for a welcoming kiss but I grab her firmly around each arm and pull her in tight, my fingers gripping her supple flesh hard, digging in. She's taken aback by the suddenness of this action but only for a moment - I know how she likes it because it's exactly how I like it. Hot, wet, rough and loud. Frankly, neither one of us felt there was much worth in doing something if you couldn't let everyone else around you know not only what you were doing but how fucking well you did it. I stared at her for a minute, our eyes locked. My mouth began to water at the thought of kissing those juicy, plump lips of hers, so I did.
Pulling her up to me, I pressed my lips against her's and to my surprise I feel her hot, wet tongue slide its way into my mouth before I can get mine into hers. She twirls it around, her head doing small swirls as she returns my passion. She starts to moan as she kisses me and I know that she's not only ready to go, but burning for me.
We manage to find our way to my bedroom before becoming completely enthralled in the flames of our passions. I grab her shirt and peel it over her, revealing her perfectly sculpted 34DD tits. She does the same with mine, reveling the scars she'd left in my skin with her nails from months of sneaking around behind our spouses backs. The game had to expire at some time, but now there was only us.
I push her backwards and she falls onto my bed. I peel off her pants. There is nothing left between me and her hot, wet pussy but her silky, black lace boy short underwear. I love what they do to her ass.
Starting at her left knee I begin to kiss my way up her leg, up to her pussy, across, taking special care only to exhale my hot breath onto her pussy before kissing my way down her right thigh to just above her knee. I then begin to backtrack the same path, only this time tenderly licking the same trail, leaving a moist path along the way. When I reach her right knee again I go back one more time, this time just blowing on the wet trail. The cold causes her skin to goose bump all across her body and her hips sway and her pussy soaks through the panties. I could smell her. it drove me half mad.
"Please" she implores. I know exactly what she wants. I know that I want nothing more to take my rock hard cock and violate her quivering, soaping wet flesh with it, but in time.
I take hold of the waist of her panties and roll them down and off, the tip of my tongue peeks out through my lips, beyond my control to resist lapping at the fluid slowly sliding onto her thighs. She moans at the sensation of my touch.
I begin to shake, knowing that I'm fighting a loosing battle, I just HAVE to have this woman and in the worst way. I know she felt the same about me and therein lie the spark to our passion. It was so wrong, but so perfect, primal and raw. It was the essence of what fucking was and by right should be. So far over what "passion" was that it sat neatly in the realm of the primal. There was no love in this room at that particular moment, though I certainly did love this woman and she me, it simply had nothing to do with anything at this moment in time. This is what our flesh required of us to do.
She lurched up and grabbed my head in her hands and forced it into her pussy where she crossed her ankles behind me back, locking me in. There was nothing to complain about. I stick out my tongue and fell her wetness, tasting her sweetness. I trace around her labia, over her hood and down the other side, over and over at a steady, slow pace - a pace that registers in her bones every time I failed to touch her clit enough with the tip of my tongue. Slowly, I trace my tongue faster and faster. Her pussy responds by throbbing harder and harder and her moans grow deeper and more desperate. She roughly runs her fingers through my hair.
I suddenly thrust my whole tongue into her pussy, collecting her dripping juice on it for a moment before drawing it back into my mouth and drinking her precious fluid. I swallow and fell it slide down my throat. She moans but not at all satisfied. I trace my tongue around her clit this time, just with the very tip.
I start adding kisses and gradually start pulling on her clit with my lips, each time I do would send a shiver through her body. She's approaching where I want her to be. I suck her clit into my mouth and started gouging at it with my tongue for a moment before releasing it for another, then take it back up into my mouth again. My hands by this time had found their way to her nipples and I'm twisting them.
"Don't stop!" she moans. I know that she was slowly building up to her orgasm. Her pussy is getting wetter and wetter and I'm all to happy to lap it all up. My attention is fixated on her clit and I'm punishing it with my tongue. Her whole body quakes under me and her hips roll and sway and she press her pussy harder into my face.
Suddenly, I'd caught the first trickle of my prize. She, unable to keep control of herself allows a small trickle of piss to escape her. It lands on my tongue and almost seems to burn it was so hot. I'd been dreamed of this moment with ecstasy! Greedily I swallowed it down. She hadn't notice so I keep doing what I'm doing.
There was a sudden surge of piss that nearly fills my mouth and I had to stop sucking on her clit and draw my tongue back into my mouth for a split second to swallow it all. Realization hits her her and she looks up at me, unsure of how I'd react. I cock my eyebrows at her and simply say "please don't stop baby".
She blushes, but behind those rosy cheeks and momentarily embarrassed eyes lurks an understanding, for she had kept this secret so close to her that she didn't know how to ask me that she wanted to do this with me. She wanted to share this experience with me. This had in that moment, both infinitesimally small and unimaginably vast, bound us together. She had secretly harbored this fetish while I had similar harbored the same desire for her.
Her head falls back onto the pillow and the excitement had my cock bouncing and dripping precum into the sheets. I was on the verge of cumming and she nor I had even managed to touch my cock at all to this point. The realization of what was happened was more than enough.
I began working her back up, teasing her pussy in my mouth and swatting it with my tongue. Electricity seemed to flow from my lips and shock her because she started to tremble. They were shallow but at the same time violent.
"Oh my GOD" she screams and her fingers dig into my scalp so hard I'm sure there'd be blood. Her body convulses one final time and she sits up as though performing a sit-up.
Her orgasm tears though her unforgivingly. Her pussy trembled and pulsed the moments leading up to her climax, her pussy lips drew back and she held nothing back from me. Her stream of piss pours like an untamed river into my mouth and I eagerly drink every single drop as it came to me. Eager though I was, I could barely keep up with her! She's coming so hard, she's convulsing and her piss is seeping down the corners of my lips and down my chin, still I swallowed each mouthful of her hot piss and savoured it as it slid down my throat.
After what seemed both like an eternity and but a moment, she collapses back onto the bed, her body goes limp. I finally take my lips off her pussy and draw my arm across my mouth, not realizing that she hasn't entirely finished and another spurt of her piss arches out of her and strikes me in the neck. I love her. She's so sexy, laying here in my bed in a puddle of her own juices, quaking.
Our eyes lock and we know that this is just the start of an encounter that we will never forget.
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