This morning, with the knowledge that this was the last time for a while, when we could have gone all Romeo-and-Juliet about it, I fucked L’s mouth slowly while she tweaked her nipples and no telling what else she was doing to herself behind me. I tried to make it last, and I talked to her in a husky voice while I stroked into the wet pleasure beyond her lips. When her cheeks hollowed, I said, “I love it when you suck me.” When I felt the wet flesh of her tongue on the tender place under the head of my cock, I said, “Your tongue is sweet, baby.”
Some country band I can’t recall had a song in the 90s called “Making Memories.” I wonder if this is what they meant.
* * *
Before all this, the first thing that happened today was that I woke up across the bed from L and felt lonesome; I rolled up against her and when my hand draped over her waist, I touched the soft, luxuriant fur and stroked softly for a second before I went “Ah!” and my hand recoiled, and L popped awake and sat up suddenly.
“Oh,” she said sleepily, realizing the dog had snuggled up next to the other side of her. She knows I love her dog, but don’t love spooning with it. She got up and pulled the Irish setter by her collar off the bed and out into the hall, and shut the door, saying, “You stay quiet now, honey.” She meant the dog, not me.
She got in under the sheet and pressed her ass against my morning semi-wood and twitched a couple of times so I was nestled in against her sweet place. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing else; my dick started working its way out of my boxers and closer to the sweet object of its affection.
I had nothing to do with it; I was barely awake.
We lay for a while talking about the next couple of months, unconsciously moving ever so slightly against each other as we woke up, my hand tucked around her waist and belly.
“It’s going to be a while,” I said. We’d spent most of the summer together, camping, hiking, wasting countless evenings bingeing on Breaking Bad, eating breakfast together while we read the Times, walking her dog, showering alone and together, just like the couple we knew we were. But now we both had heavy schedules in our respective home towns, and it was about to get difficult.
“Maybe not til Thanksgiving?” she said quietly.
It didn’t seem possible. Definitely not desirable.
“We’ll get a weekend somewhere before that,” I said.
She suggested a couple of cities halfway between us. “Or one of can get a long weekend maybe and fly over.”
So maybe it wasn’t as bad as Thanksgiving, but there was some desert ahead for us.
* * *
Before I took the pleasure of L’s mouth, I’d made her come once with my hand, sucking her nipples in turn, chewing at the flesh of her neck and shoulder, chasing the slippery clit with my finger, listening for her shudders and sighs to guide my fingertip in circles and strokes, energizing the nerves, teasing out the moistness bathing her clit, slipping one finger then two inside her glossy slit, touching the g-spot with hooked fingers while I thumbed the slippery button.
After she’d shuddered and panted and squealed into an orgasm, I kissed her and she said softly, “I hope you’re not going to make me suck your dick now.”
So what else could I do?
I straddled her face and pulled my cock through the slit in my boxers; I held the swollen tip to her lips and stroked myself two or three times, taking us both across the line into masturbation and porn-fantasy before I pushed inside her soft mouth. Her hands went to grasp my ass cheeks and pull me to her. Her lips made a tight O for me, caressing the tender skin of my cock as she guided me deeper inside her. She sucked and licked, and I reached behind her head to push myself all the way in, touching the back of her throat and circling my pubic hair tight against her lips for a second before I pulled back and let her recover from the gag reflex before her lips wrapped around the head again and sucked it like a strawberry. I was in heaven watching the sweet woman I love gobbling my cock hungrily and happily.
She let my dick slip out of her mouth took one of my balls between her lips. I was glad I’d shaved; she rolled her tongue over both nuts and sucked each of them gently before craning to take my cock back between her lips, taking me inside again. Her hands left me, letting me use her mouth like a cunt while she went to work on herself. I could feel one of her hands tweaking a nipple while I abused her mouth, and the other hand moving lower.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I said. I thought about pulling out so I could plunge into the soft muscular wetness of her cunt but I loved this too much and I could feel the sperm ready to shoot, and one of her fingers brushed against my asshole and the feeling was there, too strong to stop and I came in waves and she guzzled the sperm as it shot out of me.
Sweet, sweet girl.
I lay next to her, ready for a break, but she said, “Get something to stick in me,” and I knew it was time for payback.
I rolled out bed and headed for the toy drawer. “Something that vibrates,” I suggested.
“You’d better get the clips,” she added.
She was feeling nasty.
I selected an item that had two vibrating thumb-sized eggs attached to a controller, and the pair of clamps she had ordered–she wanted me to hurt her tits in order to make the tears flow along with her cunt, to sweeten her lust with humiliation. We had become such explorers together and she knew what she liked.
And then I grabbed a bottle of grape seed oil and the standby, the Hitachi.
That was enough.
I plugged in the Hitachi and placed it on the bed next to L.
She adjusted the pillow, closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head as I climbed up next to her. I kissed her lips, then each nipple. I sucked lightly at the ruddy point before I attached the clip and listened for her heavy intake of breath as the sharp pain traveled up from her tit to her brain, which I knew would be confused by the tenderness and abuse, and had no other option but to turn on the faucets below. I hurt one pretty nipple like that, then the other. I knew her desire only increased when I pulled on the chain slowly, stretching pain from her tits until she cried out.
Moving down her belly from her tits, I kissed her mound softly; she’d trimmed the hair closely and the hairs bristled against my lips. I tasted her slick, swollen lips and ran my tongue up to stroke the hood and the pink bump, intoxicating myself with her fragrance and taste before I pushed the silver egg inside her; it went into the wet hole easily, her puffy lips closing over the thin wire trailing out. I turned the dial on the control. The vibe purred and L purred. And sighed.
I reached for the grape seed oil and coated the other vibe carefully and pushed it against her anus. The vibrations played against the tight hole, but I couldn’t make it slide inside. I teased her with a lubricated finger, circling the tender, puckered flesh until she relaxed and my finger slid inside her ass a bit. But she still didn’t open when I tried to push the silver bullet inside, so she reached down herself and in a moment made the slick, shiny egg disappear into her ass.
“I’ve got it,” she said.
She spread her legs wide and shameless, undulating against the tiny vibes inside her tender places. “It’s so…” She didn’t finish the sentence.
While the vibrations tickled her inside, I licked her pussy ravenously, indulging myself in the taste of her nectar, the taste that I knew I’d miss over the next weeks.
I found the Hitachi in the sheets and thumbed it on, bringing it slowly up the inside of her thigh.
“Oh my goodness,” she said. “I’m going to get to come again,” and when the Hitachi played against her lips she cooed happily. “Nice.”
I brought the vibrator to rest on her mound. She said, “Ah,” sharply and I let the round head rest against her pubic bone for a few seconds.
“Here,” I said. “You want to drive?”
She took shaft and guided the vibrations where she wanted them, near the clit, then on the clit, then away and back.
I took the clip from one of her nipples as gently as I could and she chirped a protest at the pain released when the clip came free. She went back to moving the vibrator over her mound while I kissed and gently licked to comfort her nipple before I released her other tit and she cried out suddenly, panting and huffing as the abuse, foreplay, tongue and vibrators released an orgasm that went on and on until finally she tossed the Hitachi aside and we took the tiny vibes from her two holes, and we wrapped in an embrace while her breath went back to normal.
After a few minutes I felt her lips against my ear.
“That’s a good sendoff,” she said.
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