Lao Shi - Stories of "Clouds and Rain"

To my dedicated, and much appreciated, readers:

Thank you to those of you who have taken the time to send me a note at: laoshi1000@gmail.com. Your comments are most welcome.

Tomorrow I will fly to China where, as always, I will find new inspiration for my writings.

I may not be able bust through the “Great Firewall of China” to access my Tumblr blog. If it appears that there are no postings for some time, the powers that restrict the Chinese population from exploring the world and their own sensuality will also be preventing me from sharing my words with you.

I will continue to write.

Be patient. I will return.

Regards,

Lao Shi

Finding Beauty in Ruins

On a lazy Sunday morning I wake to find you kneeling on the bed beside me, staring into my face, patiently waiting for me to wake up.

You are completely naked, your perky little breasts standing proudly. I reach for your delicious body, pull you to me and curl up with you under the warm covers.

Your body is so familiar. I am learning to sense your moods as if your skin can speak the words. This morning your body speaks of restlessness.

“I need an adventure.”

“What kind of adventure,” I ask.

“I don’t know. Something different… Something daring… Maybe something naughty…”

“I think I can find something that fits ‘different, daring and naughty’. How about dirty too?”

“Hmmmm.”

“Let’s have breakfast and a quick shower.”

“I already had a shower while you were sleeping. I missed you…”

“Awww,” I whine. “I wish you had waited for me. You know how much I like to shower with you!”

“I know… But if we had showered together, we would end up spending the day in bed.”

“Do you object to spending the day in bed?” I ask.

“No! Never! But today I want you to give me a new adventure. And you always have such good ideas for adventures…”

I smile as I run a few ideas through my mind.

“I’ll make breakfast while you shower,” you offer. “And think about our adventure, OK?”

“OK.”

You have learned what I like for a Sunday breakfast. As I step from the shower, the smell of frying bacon makes my mouth water and my stomach rumble.

I slip into my usual jeans and a plain black T-shirt and pad, barefoot into the kitchen.

You are wearing tight jeans that accentuate your lovely rounded ass and a plaid shirt.

On the table, a veritable breakfast feast awaits me; bacon and eggs, home fried potatoes, slices of tomato on the side, toast, marmalade and coffee.

I retrieve my laptop and open it on the table between us.

You look into my face trying to read my thoughts.

“What do you have in mind?”

“An adventure,” I reply simply. “I was thinking about the essay that you wrote about modelling and how you find it exciting to be naked in front of the camera.”

“I was serious when I wrote that essay. I love posing for you! I like my body. I never thought much about it before, but, since I saw the pictures that you took, I can see what you see. What I like most is watching your eyes when I’m your model. I like teasing you and exciting you. But I want something different today.”

“Let me show you what I have in mind.”

I shovel another forkful of delicious, dripping egg into my mouth as the computer fires up.

“Have a look at these images and tell me what you think.” I open a file called ‘Urban Decay’.

As you pore over the images, your expression becomes thoughtful. It begins to dawn on you exactly what I have in mind for our adventure.

The images are of abandoned and derelict buildings. There is a darkness about them. Natural light and shadow instead of studio lights give each image a feeling of desolation and cold, lonely reality. But the main subject of each image is a provocative girl posing nude, or partially nude, amongst the ruin.

As you scroll through the images, you begin to select pictures that intrigue you especially those in a sub folder named ‘Miru Kim’.

“These are interesting…” Then you click on the various videos about Miru Kim from YouTube that are in the folder.

I watch you closely as I continue eating breakfast. Your expression is intense. You are so distracted by the images that a forkful of food, half way to your mouth, is frozen in your hand.

“This girl is amazing! Can we do this?”

“I think so,” I reply. “But there are certain risks involved.”

“What kind of risks?”

“Well, getting caught for one.”

“What do you mean, ‘getting caught’?”

“Most of these abandoned places are still private property. We might be trespassing.”

You look thoughtful as you consider this. “Wouldn’t that be the daring part of the adventure?”

“I suppose so. There is also the danger. These kinds of places may not be all that safe. We would have to be very careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I don’t want YOU to get hurt either!”

“We can do it as long as we are properly prepared.”

“Where would we go? We’re not going into the subways, are we?”

“No. As far as I know, there are no abandoned subway tunnels in this city. I do know of a couple of abandoned places in the city. Or we could drive into the country and find some abandoned barns or farm houses.”

“Let’s do something different. All of these pictures are of city places. It’s such a nice day. Let’s go out into the country to play. I think we would have more fun and less chance of getting caught.”

“Good idea. Getting out of the city with my favourite model is just what I need too!”

I grab a sports bag from the closet and gather some things that I think we might need and stuff them into the bag; hardhats, flashlight, camera, some energy bars.

“Have a look in the ‘tickle trunk’ and see if there is anything that you want to bring along,” I suggest.

You select the schoolgirl outfit, a black brocade corset with black panties, stockings and garter and a red sheer teddy with a red thong to match.

You are really inspired!

“What about these,” you ask as you hold up the Shibari ropes which bound you a few weeks ago.

“Ni shuo ne? What do you think?”

You don’t even notice my use of Chinese expressions anymore. They have become a natural part of our repartee.

You pull up an image on the laptop to show me.

“I think yes,” you reply as you stuff the cords into one of the pockets of the bag. “It might be fun!”

I add a rolled up tatami mat to the collection of ‘goodies’ in the bag.

“What’s that for?”

“To keep your naked body clean,” I reply.

You turn this over in your mind and, as images of yourself naked in the camera lens scroll through your mind, a grin lights up your face.

“Should we bring some bananas?” You leer at me.

I smile recalling one of your earliest essays. I remember the effect that the essay had on me and how you learned to suck cock by practising on a banana.

“Up to you…” I grin.

“I think yes. If we don’t use them in the pictures, we can have a snack or a picnic.”

“A picnic is a great idea!” I grab a small cooler bag and add a bottle of wine, glasses, opener, plates, napkins, cutlery, some cheese and some leftover chicken and salad from last night’s supper. What better way to enjoy a day in the country! The tatami mat can serve as our picnic blanket.

As we load the car, “I want to make a stop on the way and pick up something else.”

“OK.” You have learned not to ask questions about such remarks. You have learned to enjoy the surprises that I give you when I am inspired.

We stop at a work clothing store. Your expression is one of curiosity, but still you don’t ask.

I find what I am looking for; full one-piece coveralls.

As I hold one of the smaller sizes against you to measure the size, your eyebrows go up and your almond eyes look questioningly at me.

“To keep your tickle trunk outfits clean.”

I hand you a couple of sizes to try and with a smack to your backside, I steer you towards the changing room.

“Go try them on!”

You look reluctant as you close the door to the change room.

In a few minutes, you emerge. The coveralls are loose fitting and hide the beautiful curves of your body. You don’t look happy.

“They make me look frumpy,” you complain.

“Well, they’re not meant to be high fashion. They’re meant to be practical.”

“I don’t like them,” as you pull and tug at the ballooning seat and legs of the coveralls.

“Wait a minute…”

I search through the counters of coveralls and quickly discover that there is a selection specifically for women. We had selected from the men’s section.

I take a couple of pairs to you.

“Try these.”

You look doubtful but, once again, disappear into the change room.

After a few more minutes, you finally appear wearing a blue pair, which seem to be tailor made for your slim little body. Nice and tight across your ass, clinging to your legs and just tight enough across your breasts to accentuate the beautiful mounds that I love so much. There is even an elastic at the waist which gives shape to your whole body.

You look at me with a sheepish smile. “I think these will do…”

“I think so too,” I smile.

“What about you? Don’t you need some too?”

I hadn’t really thought about it. “I guess I should get a pair too.”

“I doubt that you will find a pair that fit like mine,” you tease stroking your hands down the sides of your body and, with your hands on your hips, pirouetting coquettishly.

“Probably not…”

I try on a couple of sizes and settle for a pair that is loose fitting so that I have the freedom to move about with the camera.

I pay for our purchases and we head for the car.

Before I can drive away, “Wait a minute,” you cry.

You grab the bag with your coveralls and run back into the store. I am surprised. Why did you change your mind?

A few minutes later you come bounding and skipping towards the car, grinning and wearing your new overalls. The zipper in front is pulled up to your throat and the tags have been removed. You toss the store bag into the back seat and stuff your hands into your pockets and pose this way and that.

“What d’you think?”

“Cute. Very cute.”

You smile at my words. “I think so too. This is going to be fun!”

I begin to drive, heading north out of the city.

As you settle into your seat beside me, “Notice anything?” you ask.

I look you over. “Just the most beautiful woman I know!”

“You’re sweet.” You reach for the zipper and slide it down a couple of inches.

“Notice anything?” you ask again.

As the collar of the coveralls opens, I am rewarded with a glimpse of soft creamy skin at your throat.

“Notice anything?” you persist as you slide the zipper even further down.

I must be slow. As the zipper descends, I realize that your plaid shirt is nowhere to be seen.

The zipper descends further and the sweet shadow of the cleavage between your breasts slowly comes into view.

“How about now? Notice anything?”

I grin like a teenager. My god, you have become so playful!

“You like?”

I nod my head. “I like!”

You are such a distraction to my driving that I can only take quick glances in your direction.

With each glance, your zipper descends even further until the full outline of your breast is visible. You can be such a tease!

The zipper, blocked by your seatbelt, can go no further.

I glance again and you grasp each side of the opening made by the zipper and flash your little tits at me. Your nipples are stiff and hard with excitement.

My eyes reflect my desire, lust, hunger, for you.

You laugh and zip back up! “You’ve seen enough! Now pay attention to the road!”

“What made you think of this?”

“You taught me to have fun on our adventures! And part of my fun is surprising you! And, of course, teasing you too!”

You rub the area covering your breasts. “The fabric is a little rough on my nipples. I don’t think the designer thought of this when he made them! I can’t wait to get this off.”

Grinning even more with the image in my mind, “I can’t wait either.”

You scowl at me and slouch down in your seat.

“Are we there yet?”

“Almost,” I reply as I turn down a rutted dirt road. Ahead, up on a rise in the land stands the remains of an old wooden barn. Half the roof has caved in but the walls seem sturdy. A rusted tractor sits abandoned at the side of the barn alongside other bits and pieces of old farm machinery.

By the big doors there is an old hand pump, cobwebbed and deep brown with rust. Swallows fly in and out of the loft at our approach indicating that they have made this derelict building their home.

I park as near to the building as possible. The bushes that have grown up along the rutted drive conceal the car well enough from the road. I sense that we can explore without being easily observed by passers-by.

The day is warm and you unzip the coveralls enough to stay cool yet not enough for my viewing pleasure.

I grab the camera from the bag. “Let’s look around a bit and see what we have to work with,” I suggest.

As we approach the barn, the yawning doors suggest that the interior is dark and gloomy. Maybe not enough light for photography. I don’t want to use the flash. I feel that the flash washes away the wonderful shadows that natural light creates.

Carefully I step inside. The floor has survived intact and seems strong. The thick boards that were used a hundred years or so ago were well chosen. The air smells of dust, musty, stale straw and decay.

The sunlight pours through the collapsed roof and dust motes float in the air.

There are so many nooks and corners that are half in shadow and half in sunlight that I know we have found a perfect location for our photo-shoot.

A wooden ladder leads up to the hay loft but it looks precarious. The weight of the decaying hay bales in the loft has partially collapsed the floor up there and I judge that it wouldn’t be safe to venture up or even underneath.

The first couple of rungs of the ladder seem strong, though, and the texture of the old ladder will make a good prop.

Old jars and cans full of rusted nails and screws line one of the dusty windows and there are some horse stalls along one of the walls.

There are so many possibilities here and you quickly appreciate the potential.

“Let’s get started,” you suggest and begin to strike poses in various spots around the open floor near the entrance. The light is behind you so I change positions as you play about.

I run through a few test shots to get the feel for the light and backdrops. You begin to show your naughty side as you turn your back to me and gaze back at the camera over your shoulder. When you slowly turn to face me, I notice that the zipper down the front of your coveralls is all the way to the bottom. The “V” shaped opening barely conceals your breasts and I can see a hint of each nipple.

The zipper is so low that I can also see a tuft of your cunt hair peeking through. It becomes more and more difficult for me to concentrate as my dick begins to stir in my jeans.

As you move about, changing poses, your breasts become fully exposed. You turn up the collar of the coveralls and hide your nipples with your elbows. The swell of your breasts is still evident and the pictures take on an air of mystery.

Reviewing the pictures quickly I realize that I have captured you perfectly. Trying to be impartial as I look at the pictures, I have a strong urge, as anyone would, to know what you are hiding. This, to me, is the perfect shot.

As I look back to you to take a few more test shots, you are nowhere to be seen. I call out your name, concerned that you might have become too adventurous and might be exploring in places that might not be safe.

“Here I am,” you call from the car.

“What are you doing?” I shout.

“Changing!”

I start towards the car.

“No! Don’t look! I don’t want you to see me naked,” you cry.

I chuckle at your modesty.

“I’ve seen you naked before!”

There is no reply so I leave you to your business and continue to explore around the outside of the barn.

Behind the barn is an abandoned farmhouse that looks to be almost intact. The windows are covered in dust and dirt and the paint is peeling. Some of the gingerbread fretwork over the gallery and under the peaked roof has fallen away; but, on the whole, the building looks sound.

The door is closed but the handle turns easily. The hinges squeal as I push the door open and enter. Bits of broken furniture lie about and the fireplace in the front room has cracked.

Down a short hallway is the kitchen. The early afternoon sunlight streams through the dirty, cracked windows. The old enamel sink is still in place and the taps are rusted shut. Cobwebs abound and the tiles over the sink are falling away revealing the plaster and lath behind.

It is obvious that we are not the first to visit this place since it was abandoned. Graffiti abounds on the walls up the stairway. There are three small bedrooms on the second floor but, surprisingly to a city dweller, no bathroom. The occupants must have relied on outdoor ‘plumbing’!

Sure enough, through the window of one of the back bedrooms, the flattened remains of an old outhouse can be seen. Probably a place best avoided. Falling into the hole would be disastrous.

One of the bedrooms has an old iron bed-frame which will make an interesting prop for photos.

As I poke around upstairs, I hear a timid knock on the front door.

“Who is it,” I call in a sing-song voice.

“It’s the farmer’s wife! May I come in?”

“Of course you may!”

I come down the staircase as you push the front door open on its groaning hinges. You are still wearing the blue coverall (which I am now beginning to think of as a jump-suit) and carrying the sports bag and rolled tatami mat.

“I thought you were going to change?”

“I did.”

“You look the same to me!”

“Be patient!”

It dawns on me that, as secluded as we are, you don’t want to risk being seen prancing across the fields in whatever it is that you are wearing underneath.

I smile inwardly.

You glance around the front room and down the hallway to the kitchen.

“What’s upstairs?”

“Bedrooms.”

You grin. “Let’s go upstairs. Is it safe?”

“Seems to be…”

In the corner of the front room is a dusty table. You unroll the mat on top of the table and put the bag on it to keep it clean.

Then you turn to me and with a saucy look on your face, you slowly unzip your coveralls. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, a new vision appears. Beneath is the little schoolgirl outfit.

The camera snaps image after image, over and over in quick succession.

“I’m home from school, Lao Shi.” You have already slipped into your role as my model as you peel off the coveralls.

“Then I think you should go up to your room and do your homework!”

You are wearing white knee socks and little white tennis shoes which enhance the entire look.

“Just be careful where you walk, OK?”

“I will. Thank you for looking after me, Lao Shi.”

‘Lao Shi’, Teacher, has become your pet name for me. It suits our favourite role-playing game perfectly.

As you move towards the staircase, you swish your little ass provocatively. The tiny plaid skirt swings side to side and is so short that I am treated to a flash of white panties with each step you take.

I am so distracted that the camera is almost forgotten. I recover quickly and set the camera to continuous shooting. The shutter snaps rapidly almost in video mode.

“Show me the way, Lao Shi.”

“Just go up the stairs. I’ll follow you.”

Your expression changes to mock surprise. The camera clicks again and again.

“But, Lao Shi! You will see my panties!” There is no admonition in your words. You are playing the role of innocent schoolgirl to the hilt.

“I’ll try not to look,” I reply as I peer through the viewfinder and capture that expression of innocence in your eyes.

You begin to climb the stairs and your panty-clad ass is revealed to me in all its glory. How can I do anything but stare in amazement? Your ass cheeks wiggle and I realize that you are putting on this show for me despite your protestations.

The camera lens snaps again. The stairwell is dark so I have to resort to using the flash. An explosion of light brightens the stairwell and you pause in your climb. Looking back over your shoulder and down at me, you smile.

“I’ve told you before, Lao Shi. It’s not nice to stare at a young lady’s panties.”

Your pause is intentional, though. You know that it takes a few moments for the flash to charge again after each shot and, as you resume your climb, your pace is much slower allowing me to snatch two or three more pictures of your delicious ass as you ascend.

The light through the windows of the upper story is much better and the flash becomes unnecessary. I watch through the viewfinder as you explore the three rooms, careful with your outfit to keep it clean. Your curiosity is natural and your expression changes from puzzlement to delight as you poke about and try to visualize the lives of the people who once lived here.

“Where’s the bathroom?”

I point to the back window and you peer out.

“Where?”

“It’s tumbled down now, but it was that little shack that you see in the backyard.”

“Really?”

I know that there are no outhouses like this in China so I describe what this one must have looked like and how it worked.

“Must have been be terrible in winter,” you decide. “I can’t imagine. Especially since I have to pee right now…”

“You’ll have to go in the bushes.”

“Ewwww. Sometimes I wish I was a man.”

“I’m glad you’re not,” I reply as you head down the stairs. “Be careful where you step! You’re shoes won’t protect your feet very well.”

“I will,” you shout back. “Don’t peek at me, OK?”

“I won’t!” I know you like your privacy at times like these. “Just be careful!”

“OK.”

I wait upstairs while you go about your business. In a few minutes I hear you moving about downstairs.

“Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’ll be up in a minute.”

When you finally appear at the top of the stairs, you are once again wearing your blue jumpsuit and carrying the rolled tatami mat.

I know better than to ask questions. All will be revealed in your own good time. Literally revealed I soon discover.

You move toward the bedroom where the old iron bedstead is. I am about to follow when I am ordered to “Wait there until I call you.”

In the still of the early afternoon, I hear the zipper of your coveralls and the rustle of the cotton fabric as you peel off the covering layer to reveal… What? My imagination goes wild. Lately you have been full of unexpected and incredibly erotic surprises.

My cock stirs uncomfortably with my imagination. I should have changed into my own coveralls to give my cock some freedom. The pressure of my rising cock makes the front of my jeans bulge noticeably. I’m sure that you won’t miss an opportunity to tease me. You have had this same effect on me many times before and you still revel in my body’s response to your own erotic beauty.

“Ready!” you call.

I wait for a few moments. Then stealthily, as quietly as I can, I make my way to the doorway of the ruined bedroom. I don’t want you to know exactly when I enter. Sometimes capturing the surprised expression on your face makes a photograph feel more real.

You are wearing the black brocade corset that you had packed earlier. The contrast between the black fabric and your white skin is stunning.

Your back is to me. Your hands are on your hips, striking a pose. But, there is a feeling of impatience about your body. You expected me to announce my presence much sooner.

I wait.

After a few more moments, “Where are you,” you shout.

“Right here,” I reply in a normal voice.

Taken by surprise, your head whips about to look over your shoulder, and the camera rips off six or seven continuous shots.

“God, you scared me!”

“I intended to…”

“Hmmph.”

You resume your original pose and, with your hands on your hips you look over your shoulder so that your face is in profile.

Your body doesn’t move. I zoom in on your face and upper body as you flash through a variety of expressions; everything from playful, to saucy, to dreamy, to lusty, to erotic. I can only imagine what is in your mind to elicit these expressions.

As I step back for some full body shots you twitch your hips about. Below the hem of the corset, your ass, barely clad in a black thong, is jutting out invitingly. The black garter and stockings accentuate your legs. You are standing on the mat in your stocking feet.

The old abandoned bedstead, the dusty windows and the peeling wallpaper accent the scene with a feeling of old and new. The bedstead adds a hint of raw eroticism as only a bed could.

You allow your fingers to trace along the top of the headboard of the old bed and, somehow, your hands express a wanton lust. Your coal black eyes speak volumes; a burning lust inside you and a bed that cannot be used to satisfy it. Somehow, you have found a way to show the unfulfilled desire that needs release but the symbolic, desolate and destroyed bed denies you. And deeper in your eyes you have found a way to show a sense of emptiness.

Where are you? What are thinking about? Maybe you will tell me. Part of me is afraid to ask.

Almost as if returning from a dream, you come back to the here and now and, with an almost imperceptible shake of your head, you take up posing again.

Your face brightens and, slowly you turn about to face me.

The outfit that you have chosen is perfect for this setting. The corset pushes your full round breasts upward without covering them. Your dark little nipples peek above the bra-cups and the sweet mounds of your breasts ripple with their fullness as you move.

Your poses change from playfulness to erotic to slutty. You have found a friend in the camera and you play every role that your mind can conjure.

Your stocking feet restrict your movements to the small area covered by the clean mat on the floor. In a short while you become restless to move about the room and throughout the rest of the house. You slip on the little white tennis shoes that were part of your schoolgirl costume. I wish that we had thought to bring your tall black leather boots. They would have protected your feet and accented the black corset and stockings.

No matter. I can frame the pictures so that your feet don’t show.

Your face takes on a dreamy expression as you move about from room to room to room. Each of the bedrooms presents a different feeling. The light changes and the forgotten bits and pieces lying about in each room tell a different story. And, in each room, your body tells a different story as your moods change with your surroundings. Yet, the faraway look never leaves your eyes.

You ignore the camera, whether intentionally or otherwise. You are in your own world and I am only a follower. Yet, the images I capture with the camera somehow tell the story of what you are seeing in your mind.

The more you move about the more I sense your restlessness. Without a word, you return to the first bedroom and begin to strip off the corset, garter and stockings. My camera captures every move. Wearing only the very brief thong, you pull on the jumpsuit and zip it to a point just beneath the swell of your breasts. Even in covering yourself, you manage to retain a sense of sexuality. Your creamy breasts are visible but your taught little nipples are hidden.

You stuff everything into the bag and walk with a determined step towards the staircase.

“Let’s go…”

I follow without a question, without a word.

Your mind is made up. We are finished here.

Once outside, you walk directly to the car and begin to rummage about in the trunk. “Here. Put these on.” You toss my blue coveralls to me.

As I begin to pull the coveralls over my jeans and T-shirt, you look at me as if I should have read your thinking.

“No! Not like that! Like me. Nothing underneath!”

I know better than to question your thinking and kick out of the coveralls.

I strip down to my underpants and my excited cock is very evident as the tip pokes out at the top of the waistband.

You are watching me intently - through the camera’s viewfinder. I realize too late that you have been taking pictures of me as I stripped off.

“Pull out your cock.”

No sense in arguing. I slip my underpants down to my knees and my cock stands horizontal, stiff and hard.

“Now stroke it.”

All this time the camera lens is clicking rapidly.

I quickly glance about to be sure that we are truly alone and grasp my cock in my hand.

I realize that the background of these pictures is less than ideal. The open car door doesn’t lend itself well as a backdrop to such lurid images.

When I point this out, you look over the camera and a look of disappointment crosses your face.

“Let’s find a better place.”

“Let’s.”

“But you must promise that I can take more pictures of you.”

As much as I consider myself less than an ideal subject, I make the promise.

Besides, you like my body, especially my stiff cock. And, what you see in pictures of me excites you much more that it excites me.

I pull up my underpants and vainly try to stuff my rock hard prick back inside. As I climb back into the baggy coveralls, you retrieve the cooler bag and mat from the trunk.

“Let’s have some lunch and then play in the barn.”

Without waiting for an answer you stroll away towards the house once again. Instead of going inside you pass around to the back and follow a barely visible path towards a clump of old trees at the bottom of the old garden.

The shade of the trees has stunted the growth of the wild grasses surrounding them and the shade offers a cool respite from the sun. It is almost as if this place was purposely set here for us to enjoy.

When you spread the mat, it dawns on me that it is just about the same size as a double bed. Is this what was in your mind when you bought it?

Nevertheless, it is a perfect size to serve as a picnic blanket.

Although sparse, our lunch is enjoyable. Eating outdoors has a definite effect on the taste of food. The wine stayed cool thanks to the cold packs and blends perfectly with the cheese.

As I pack up the remains of our meal, you stretch languidly across the tatami mat. Lying on your back you begin to peel one of the bananas.

Your tongue flicks out over the tip and your eyes bore into mine.

I chuckle.

“What’s so funny”, you ask, your voice full of honeyed innocence.

“Ni shuo ne? What do you think?”

“Am I doing something wrong? Am I being naughty?”

Suddenly you insert the banana deep into your mouth, chomp down on it and begin to chew in a most exaggerated way.

The evocative image of your mouth on my cock is lost in an instant.

The expression on my face must have betrayed my emotions.

“What’s the matter? Did I scare you,” you laugh.

You can be such a tease.

The sweet smell of the grasses used to make the tatami mat envelope us. Suddenly I feel drowsy and lie back beside you.

You snuggle into the crook of my elbow and rest your head on my arm.

“Nap time?” you ask.

“Nap time,” I reply.

You unzip my coveralls down to my navel and slowly stroke my chest and nipples. But sleep quickly overtakes you and I feel your body relax as you drift off.

I am completely relaxed and soon join you in my own dream world.

I am startles awake by a tweak on my nipple. You are lying beside me on one elbow, your head propped by your hand. Your other hand calmly strokes the nipple that you pinched a moment ago.

“Wakey, wakey,” you smile.

“Hmmm,” I grunt. “How long did we sleep?”

“I don’t know. But, we are losing light if we want to go play in the barn…”

Sure enough, the shadows of the trees have lengthened and the afternoon light is far to the west. We may have already lost the light that earlier streamed through the broken roof of the barn.

Reluctantly, I gather myself together. It had been such a peaceful sleep so rudely broken by your pinch.

As I stand, I reach for you and gather you in my arms. You look up at me and smile. My hand reaches for your naked breast inside your open jumpsuit, but you push me away.

“Now now… A professional photographer shouldn’t do these things with his model.”

“I’m no professional and you are too tempting to resist.”

No longer restrained by my jeans, my cock makes a tent in the front of my coveralls.

You grab the camera and for the second time you command: “Pull out your cock.”

“We’re losing light in the barn,” I protest.

You glance skyward and, looking disappointed, “You promised,” you remark.

“I know I did. But I didn’t say when.”

“That’s not fair!”

I smile inwardly at my escape. “How about later when we get home?”

Again you glance at the lengthening shadows. “OK. But ‘later’ better mean tonight or I will be really angry with you! Do you promise?”

“I promise. But, if you are distracted for some reason and you forget, don’t blame me!”

“Why would I be distra…” The unfinished word hangs in the air as realization dawns. “Hmmm. You make me forget many things when you ‘distract’ me. Not tonight Mr. Photographer!”

I hug you again and whisper, “Don’t be so sure!”

We gather up the mat and the cooler bag and head towards the car and the barn.

“What should I wear now,” you ask as we approach the yawning doors of the barn.

“What else did you bring?”

“Just the red teddy. And I don’t think it is right for the barn.”

“Neither is the schoolgirl outfit. And we already shot you in the house wearing the black corset. The corset might be interesting though.”

“Why don’t I just stay in the coveralls? You know, like I am working in the barn? That might work.”

“OK. We can try. Or…” I let the unspoken suggestion hang.

“I know what you’re thinking! We’ll see…”

“What about the ‘Shibari’ ropes?” I suggest.

“No ropes. I like the feeling of freedom.”

As we enter the barn, you unzip your jumpsuit to your tummy button and begin to move about. I don’t have to guide you. You have an uncanny instinct for finding the right light and backdrop and moving slowly when you find a spot that enhances your body and mood. I only need to follow and shoot continuously. Experience has taught us both that out of a hundred pictures, only one or two can be called outstanding.

And we both strive to capture those ‘outstanding’ images.

As you move about the vast expanse of the barn’s interior, the top of your jumpsuit sometimes covers you and at other times completely reveals the woman beneath.

It is the in between, between when you are covered and when your breasts are exposed, that I want to capture this time. I like the mystery. The intense desire that such an image provokes in me, to imagine your unseen but hinted nakedness.

You climb the first few rungs of the ladder leading up to the hay loft. You climb about on the railings separating the old horse stalls. You spread the mat on the floor and kneel on all fours allowing your breasts to hang free. You peek into and then out of an old doorway leading to a dark storage room. You examine various bits and pieces around the barn, old tools, a broken oil lantern, a rusted horseshoe and the like. The look of curiosity on your face adds to the mood that I so much want to capture in the camera.

All I do is follow your lead, snapping the shutter time and again.

And, again, a sense of restlessness comes over you. You sit down on the mat and begin to shed your jumpsuit. Your beautiful body is slowly revealed, clad only in the black thong that is part of the corseted outfit that you wore earlier.

You pull on your little tennis shoes and prance across the floor. It is almost like any inhibitions that you may have harboured are shed along with your clothes.

I stand outside the barn and use the doorway as a huge frame for the pictures. The angle of the sun creates a dark interior background but keeps you well lighted as you move about, posing in the doorway.

You spot the old rusted water pump and use it as a prop, caressing it like a lover.

Suddenly you run off around the side of the barn and I can only capture two or three images of your departing bottom.

By the time I catch up, you are sitting astride the old tractor, fiddling with the steering wheel and the various levers.

Your instincts led you to this spot where the light is perfect! Again that look of curiosity is in your face as you play with the tractor’s controls – as if you are trying to understand the function of each. I move about, trying to find the right angle to capture your expression and your nakedness, both in the same image.

As you swing your legs over to climb down, your thong snags on something, and pulls and rips one of straps down the backside. Your thong, hanging by a slender strap across and between one ass-cheek, falls open, exposing the gash of your pussy.

“Fuck!” Your exclamation surprises me. Rarely do you use words like this except in the throws of lovemaking.

As you turn to examine the tear, I capture one incredible image of your frustration and the glorious mounds of your ass as you twist about examining the damage.

You look at me with a pout. “I really liked these panties!” Your voice is sad.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find you another pair.”

You wiggle your ass and let the remains of your panties slip down your leg to your ankle. With an angry kick you send the tattered garment flying through the air to land in a clump of nearby burdock.

With the exception of your little tennis shoes, your nakedness is complete.

You stand on the footstep of the tractor and raise one knee to rest your foot on the engine cover completely exposing your sweet little pussy to me. I move about, aiming the camera from various angles and shoot off more and more images. You are totally free with your movements. There is no shyness in you at all. You turn and lewdly arch your back into a wonderful curve from your neck, down your spine to your ass. As your ass thrust out, your swollen little cunt peeps from between your thighs.

“Oh god, I feel so free,” you cry. “I want you to take a thousand pictures of me like this! I want to see those pictures over and over. I want to remember this moment forever!”

The joy in your face is mesmerizing. You stroke your own body clutching and squeezing your breasts and pinching the nipples to rock-hardness.

You turn your back and again thrust your ass at the camera. Your grab handfuls of your ass cheeks; squeezing, kneading them. When your hands move aside, there are white marks left behind from the pressure of your fingers.

You are in a world of your own, enjoying your own body and sharing it with me through the lens of the camera. I am breathless at the sight, at the freedom you express and the utter sexuality of you.

A cloud crosses the sun and suddenly your awaken from your reverie. You cover yourself with your arms and hands. It is almost as if a switch went off and reality returned.

You jump down from the tractor and, start back towards the front of the barn and the car.

As you enter the barn to retrieve your jumpsuit and the mat, I capture a few more shots of your succulent naked ass as you bend over to pick up your belongings.

You sit on the mat and pull on your coveralls and when you stand, unlike any other time during this day, you zip up all the way to your throat.

It feels like the magic of the day is gone. It’s as if your Chinese ‘sensibility’ suddenly returned and a cloak of your old inhibitions descended on you.

You look at me and smile timidly.

“Are you OK,” I ask.

“Fine. Just tired. God I felt so free back there. But the cloud changed my feeling suddenly. It felt cold and made me shiver, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” I ask.

You skip towards me and, with one hand behind my neck you draw me down and kiss me.

“That’s all, Lao Shi. Honestly…”

“Sure?”

“Sure.”

You kiss me again and the kiss is deep and reassuring. “I’m sure,” you repeat.

We head towards the car and pack up the bits and pieces that made today so full of joy and wonder and adventure.

It gets dark on the drive home. You sit quietly beside me slouched in your seat with your bare feet on the dashboard.

Almost unconsciously, you have unzipped the top of your jumpsuit and are idly fondling your breast. Your eyes are half closed.

Unaware that I am watching, your hand slips down into the lower part of your jumpsuit and a quick intake of your breath signals that you have found your cunt.

I try to concentrate on my driving and intently stare ahead to the road. I want you to feel free again and I don’t want you to know that I am watching. The pleasure that you are giving yourself excites me and, without thinking, I press a little harder on the accelerator. I want to be home quickly.

In the briefest of time, your hand moves rapidly and a quiet moan escapes your lips. Your body tenses, your ass squirms in the seat and your eyes widen. You exhale a long shuddering sigh and then your body relaxes once again.

You glance over at me with a guilty look on your face and I smile in the faint glow of the dash-lights.

“Were you watching me!” you cry in alarm.

I don’t answer but my smile gives away the truth.

“Oh, god, I’m so embarrassed!”

“Why? I enjoyed it almost as much as you did!”

“Hmmmph,” you grunt as you fold your arms across your breasts. Realizing that your zipper is all the way down, you zip up and throw me a scowl.

“Wait till I get you home,” you threaten.

“Then what?”

“Then I’m going to have a shower and you can scrub the dust and dirt from my body. Now I know what you meant when you said that this adventure would be ‘dirty’. Not exactly the kind of dirty that I imagined when we left this morning,” you chuckle.

My right foot presses a little harder on the accelerator. Home seems so far away when the promise of a frolic in the shower waits for me there.

“What if someone finds my panties back there,” you ask as an afterthought.

“Let them wonder…”

We drive for a while in silence, lost in our own thoughts and memories of the day.

“Can we talk about your mood this afternoon?”

“What mood?” you ask.

“Well, when we were shooting in the bedroom, you stroked your fingers along the old bedstead and you seemed to go off into another world. What were you thinking about?”

“It’s hard to explain. It was almost as if I had slipped back in time. When I touched the old bed frame, I felt like I had been in that bedroom before and made love in that bed. It was almost like I was trying to remember something that I had forgotten a long time ago. It felt like I was trying to remember something that I had lost but I couldn’t put my finger on just what it was. It felt empty and lonely.”

“Almost like being touched by a spirit still living in the old house?” I ask.

“Yeah, something like that. For a moment, I didn’t feel like me. I felt strange but the room felt familiar if that makes any sense…”

A little chill runs through your body and you retreat back into your own thoughts.

After a long pause, “It felt just like I had been there before. Almost like I belonged there.”

Another long silence.

“Hurry home. I need you to hold me. I need to know where I belong.”

“Where’s that?” I ask.

“At home. In your arms. In our bed. That’s where I always feel safe. And, for some reason, I need to feel safe.”

With one hand on the wheel, I reach over and squeeze your hand. “We’re nearly home.”

“Good.”

Photo Credits (this story): Image #5 “Derelict Places” by Tony Dudly /All other images are presumed to be in the public domain.

Miru Kim’s beautiful work can be found at: http://www.mirukim.com/

A Close Shave

Prologue:

Morning ablutions.

Before I dress, I lather my face and begin to shave.

As I look into the mirror, your image appears behind me. You watch with curiosity.

“How often do you shave?”

“Usually once every couple of days. I don’t have a heavy beard. How often do YOU shave?”

You slap my arm.

My mind reels with a novel thought.

“I have an idea,” I say.

“What’s your idea?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

Night.

Lying in bed – my favourite place to talk.

“This morning while you were shaving, you said you had an idea. What’s your idea?”

“Hmmm. Remind me.”

“You were shaving and I asked you how often you shaved. You asked me the same question.”

“Oh yeah.”

“So, are you gonna tell me your idea?”

“Hmmm.”

“Well?”

“Just a thought.”

“Awwwwww. C’mon! please. Please. PLEASE. Tell me! Please?”

“I don’t know whether you will like it.”

“How will I know if you don’t tell me? I LIKE you ideas!”

“I don’t know if you will like this one. I don’t know how adventurous you’re feeling.”

“What kind of adventure?”

“Well, when I asked you how often you shaved, I was referring to down there.” My eyes glance between your legs.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Maybe. Could be. Possibly.”

“Why would I do that?”

“For me.”

“For you? Why?” There’s curiosity in your voice.

“I’m curious.”

“Curious about what?”

“About what it would be like to lick your naked pussy. I’d like to try.”

You slap my arm. Playfully.

The silence stretches out. What are you thinking?

“Will it hurt?”

“I shave my face every day and it doesn’t hurt.”

“I’ll be like a little girl again?”

“Mmmmm.”

More silence.

“What will people think?”

“Who were you planning to show it to,” I laugh.

“I think it’s a silly idea.”

“Does that mean no?”

More silence.

“Besides, it won’t tickle my nose anymore when I lick you.”

“Does it tickle you?”

“Sometimes.”

After another long silence, you roll out of my arms and unfasten your jeans, sliding them down your legs and off your ankles. Your pink panties stand out in sharp contrast to your white skin. You lie on your back again on the bed and pull up the waistband of your panties, staring for a long moment at the dark hair between your legs.

When you release the elastic, it snaps back, into place, once again covering the object of your speculation.

“I can’t imagine what I will look like.”

“Like a baby. My baby.”

After another long, thoughtful pause, “I have another idea,” I say.

“This one is bad enough. What idea?”

“We could shave a heart shape over your…”

“Say it.”

“Over your cunt.”

“You’re soooo bad!”

You pull back the waistband of your panties once again and stare.

“Will it be like a little girl?”

“I imagine it will. I haven’t seen a little girl’s since I changed my daughter’s diapers.”

“Hmmm.”

You pass your hand under the waistband of your panties and stroke the hair which hides your little slit. You pull gently at a few of the hairs as your mind turns over the idea of a naked pussy.

“Honey?”

“Yes, Honey.”

“I’m nervous.”

“I always promised you that I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Honey?”

“Yes, Honey.”

“I’m wet.”

I smile. “Does that mean, yes?”

“Maybe.”

“Lie down on the bed, and I’ll get my razor.”

When I return from the bathroom with the electric razor, you are under the covers with the blanket pulled up so far that only your eyes peek over the top.

“Ready?”

“No, Honey. I don’t wanna do this.”

“Why not,” I ask. “What changed your mind?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I was just curious. Now it doesn’t feel right. I like my ‘Little Girl’ just as she is. Don’t you?”

“Honey, I love the way God made you. Honestly, I truly love your Little Girl just the way God meant her to be. It was just my imagination running away with me.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“I’m not embarrassed. I just don’t feel right about being naked down there.”

“It’s OK, I understand. I would never ask you to do something that doesn’t feel right for you.”

“Will you still kiss me there?” I can see the pout on your face even though I can only see your eyes.

“Silly girl. Why would I stop doing something that gives us both so much pleasure? I love kissing your little slit and tasting you.”

“Will you kiss me there now?”

“Now?”

“Now.”

“Are you sure, Honey? I don’t want to embarrass you.” My voice teases.

“Having your tongue in me doesn’t embarrass me. Please? Lick me. Fuck me with your tongue.”

Your words prove that you are not embarrassed. Your boldness is born of your desire.

“Shower first?”

You look at me over the top of the blanket for a moment. Your mind is working on a new idea.

“Will you kiss me in the shower?”

“Of course I will! Gladly. Willingly.”

“Will you kiss my Little Girl too?”

“Gladly. Willingly!”

You raise the blanket and speak down into the darkness. “He said ‘Yes’, Little Girl!”

You look back at me over the top of the blanket and the playful smile on your face lights up your eyes.

“Go ahead and warm up the shower. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I strip off, down to my underpants, and wander off to the bathroom.

As I am adjusting the temperature of the water, I hear the bathroom door open and suddenly the light goes out. The bathroom isn’t in total darkness though. The room is bathed in a dull orange glow of light. I peek out from behind the shower curtain. You have lit a candle and it is glowing warmly from the counter top.

You are wearing a white cotton t-shirt.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t want the bright lights. This is nicer, don’t you think?”

“Why the t-shirt?”

“I’m shy?” Your answer is more of a teasing question than a reply.

“Do you know what happens if that gets wet?”

“No.” You sound innocent enough. Is it real innocence?

Something about your voice tells me that you know perfectly well what will happen.

“Come here, I’ll show you.”

I take your arm and pull you under the warm water. As soon as the spray hits your t-shirt, it turns translucent. You begin to giggle as the cotton fabric clings to your body. Your nipples are visible yet hidden. Your skin shows through and, where the fabric doesn’t touch your skin directly, only the white of the shirt shows. Every movement of your body changes the view I have of your skin beneath.

“Do you like this?”

“You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?”

“Mmmm. I saw a picture once. You’re not the only one with ideas!”

I laugh and you laugh with me.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes. And I love your imagination!”

You begin to struggle to pull off the shirt but it clings to you like a second skin.

“Help me, please?”

“Hmmm. I thought you wore it because you are shy?”

A little slap shows your annoyance. By now, the shirt is tangled across your body, one breast free from the clinging material and your arms trapped.

I pull you to me and hug you while you are struggling. My fingers stroke the nipple of your free breast, my lips kissing your neck.

“Maybe I don’t want to help you? Maybe I like you like this? Helpless.”

“Help me,” in a whining voice. “Please?”

Your struggling continues.

I turn you about and pull the wet, clinging shirt over your head and you are free at last. You turn back to me and your arms encircle me. Your face rests against my chest as the spray of water cascades over us. You are panting a little from the exertion of trying to free yourself.

“Let me wash you.”

“Mmmm. Yes, please.”

As I soap you down, you do the same for me. Your hands are quick.

“What’s your hurry?”

You wrap one arm around my soapy body and your other hand strokes my cock with the soapy washcloth. You stretch up on your toes and whisper in my ear, “I want you to lick me. Hurry.”

“Now?”

“No, in our bed. I want to be lying down with your tongue inside me. So, hurry.”

I don’t need any more encouragement and I quickly soap you all over and rinse the lather from your body. As the water sprays over your little opening, your legs tremble.

“Hurry. I want you. I want you now.”

I rinse the soap from my body and begin to dry you. As I rub with the towel, your skin begins to glow pink.

With your skin still damp, you escape from the bathroom before I can begin to dry myself. I finish drying and wrap the towel around my waist. I carry the candle with me to the bedroom where you are hiding with the covers pulled completely over your head.

“Where are you?”

In a muffled voice from under the covers, “Come and find me.”

I lift the covers at the bottom of the bed and begin to crawl upwards. In the darkness, I can sense the warmth and slight dampness of your skin, fresh from the shower. My fingers find your calf. At the slightest touch your body jerks away from my fingers. I search in the darkness until I am able to grasp both of your ankles with my hands.

Gripping your ankles tightly, I hold your legs slightly apart. Your intuition tells you to lie still. Wait. Your pleasure is moments away.

My tongue traces up the inside of your leg, closer and closer to your ‘little girl’. When my hands release your ankles, your legs part in a welcoming posture and my tongue eagerly searches for your hungry little opening.

You throw the blanket aside and in the dim light of the candle, I glimpse the object of my lust. A little droplet of moisture glistens in the light. Is it you? Or is it water from the shower, un-dried, still clinging to the crisp hairs that you rescued from my razor?

“Lick me. Lick my ‘little woman’. Fuck me with your tongue. I need you. I need you inside me.”

As these words spill from your lips, you raise your hips and shove a pillow under your ass.

“Hurry. I want your tongue. Suck me. Lick my clit. Don’t play with me. Just fuck me.”

It’s as if your words control the flood gates of your cunt juice. Suddenly a small river of cum trickles from you and my tongue licks the sweetness before it is lost in the sheets. God, I love the taste of your cum. I want more. My tongue probes your slick little hole and you grab the back of my head and roughly pull my face into the heat of your cunt.

“Deeper. Fuck me deeper. Shove your tongue into me.”

You hook your legs over my shoulders and pull at my back with your heels. I stretch my tongue into you as far as I can but it doesn’t seem to be enough for you. Your grip on the back of my head increases with your urgency.

I have to break free. I can’t reach your clit in this way. I push back against your hands, freeing my mouth to explore you. Your hands drop to your sides and you grip the sheets in your fists. Your head lashes from side to side. Your body is in heat and the lust inside you demands release.

You moan as I plunge my tongue into your slit.

“That’s so good - eat me—uh—uh—uh! Fuck me. Suck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me Fuckmefuckmefuckme!”

Licking and lapping at you, my tongue invades and swirls about. The moment that my tongue flicks across your clit, the hot little button swells from under its hood, and your cunt explodes. The gush of scalding cum takes me by surprise and my tongue cannot lap up the delicious flood fast enough. The sweet fragrance of your cunt assails my senses and my cock stands ready to plunder your insides.

“Oh, god. Oh, God. OH GOD!! OH FUCK. THAT IS SOOO GOOD! Oh god oh god oh god oh god.”

Your breath comes in long shuddering gasps as your cunt continues to spasm and your cunt-juice streams from your insides. Your orgasm rips through you as an intense, trembling release that seems to go on forever. Your body shudders as your head thrashes back and forth.

“Oh god oh god oh god oh god.” The words come breathlessly.

My tongue continues to lick you, gently. Slowly the spasms wane and you lie panting, your chest heaving.

“Oh, God, that was soooo good! You are soooo good. I love your tongue in me. I love what you do to me. God, I love coming. Let me hold you. I want to hold you. I want to suck your tongue.”

I lick my way up your body, tracing a path with my tongue. Turning you onto your side, I pull you to me. Your mouth searches mine and as I force my tongue into your mouth you suck my tongue greedily.

“Mmmmm. You taste good.”

“That’s you, Honey. You’re tasting your own sweet cum.”

“Really? It tastes different from before.”

I chuckle. “That’s what’s so delightful. You taste different every day.”

Your hand reaches down and grasps my cock carefully encircling my growing erection. I feel the blood rush into the shaft until I’m completely firm and rigid. The head of my cock swells, the skin drawn so tight that it turns purple and shines.

“What does your cum taste like today?”

“Hmmm. I don’t know.”

“Should I suck you to find out?”

“I think you should.”

“I think I should.”

“I think so too.”

You turn about and kneel beside my hips. You slowly stroke me, your thumb running up and down the underside of my cock and rubbing against the spot where the swollen head joins the shaft.

The muscles of my ass flex with the stimulation. God, it feels so good. “Mmmm. Where did you learn that?”

“You taught me.”

“Huh?”

Your ‘5 Ways to Fuck Me’ Power Point called ‘Loving Hands’. You taught me.”

I can’t concentrate. “You learned from this? I made it for your entertainment.”

“Yeah, sure.” You lower your mouth over the shaft and your tongue flicks over the head tickling at the small opening and under the head.

Oh, God. That feels sooo good. As my cock head passes your lips, you close them around my shaft, holding my cock tight in your mouth.

Your lips move up and down my cock and you work your mouth like a cunt, sucking me each time you draw back. Your hand pumps my cock and your lips suck at the tip.

As you stroke me faster and faster, the urgency in my balls becomes overpowering. My hips convulse and I try to thrust into you. God I want to bury the full length into you. There’s only one place where you can take the full length of my dick.

“I want your cunt.”

“I want to eat your cum.”

My cum is building. Your hands cup my balls, gently squeezing. They sit, heavy in your hands. Full. Ready. I can feel my balls draw up tight and I know that it won’t be much longer before I pump load after load of hot cum into your sweet mouth.

“But, I want to be deep in you. I want to pound it into you. Let me fuck your cunt.”

My words come too late. Your mouth and hand have worked their magic and a thick gush of hot cream shoots from my cock into your throat. Surprised by the first gush, you pull back and suck hard as each spurt of thick cum surges into your mouth.

You suck and swallow, suck and swallow as my balls empty into your mouth, over your tongue and down your throat.

My hips thrust with each spurt and a small trickle of cum dribbles down your chin.

My balls are empty, my body exhausted, satisfied.

You look at me and smile. Your finger scoops up the dribble of cum from your chin and you suck your finger, thirstily, just like you sucked my cock.

“Mmmm. Tastes good. Do you still want my cunt?”

My cock begins to wither in your hand. “God, I wish I had the strength. I think Little Richard needs a rest.”

As I lie back, trying to catch my breath, I glance at the night table. The electric razor is still there. Abandoned.

“I have another idea.”

Your eyes follow mine and then widen in disbelief.

“You’re not gonna shave me, are you?”

“No, Honey. Something different,” I reach for the razor, “You’ll see.”

I turn on the razor. Buzz, Buzz. You jump at the sound and cover your hot little cunt with your hands.

“I don’t want to be shaved!”

“Honey, trust me. I won’t shave you. But you might like what I have in mind.”

You grab the covers and pull them over yourself. “Why do you need the razor, then?”

“You’ll see. Just trust me, OK?”

“OK,” but there is uncertainty in your voice.

I scramble under the covers where your hand is still tightly covering your opening.

I gently push your hand aside and you surrender to me. Slowly I begin to stroke the swollen lips of your pussy with my finger. You are still slick and wet from my tongue.

Your body begins to relax and your legs part as you abandon yourself to the sensation of my touch. Your cunt contracts and throbs and your hips thrust at my fingers.

My stroking continues, not fast, but rhythmic and your body tenses in anticipation of another orgasm. Your clit is hot to my touch and each time my fingers flick across its swollen tip, your body convulses.

When I turn on the razor, you become alarmed at the sudden buzzing sound. Instinctively your close your legs.

“What are you gonna do?” There is a trembling in your voice.

“Trust me.”

I grip the razor tightly in my fist. The buzzing of the machine passes along my finger and I begin to stroke your clit with the tip of my rapidly vibrating fingertip.

“Oh MY GOD!!! What are you doing?”

“Oh, GOD! Don’t! I can’t stand it!”

“Don’t!”

“Stop!”

Your legs open wide in denial of your words. “Oh, God! Don’t stop! Keep doing that! Oh god. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh FUCK! I’m commmmming!

A gush of sweet hot cum again streams from you, soaking my fingers and drenching the sheets. Your hips thrash about and I have difficulty keeping my vibrating finger on your clit. Again and again your body convulses as wave after wave of your orgasm courses through you.

“Oh, God. Oh fuck! OH GOD! Fuck. FUCK! FUCK! What are you doing to me?”

I drop the razor and ram my fingers up your cunt and rapidly pump into you as another river of cum floods over my hand.

You are panting, breathless. Your chest heaves. Yet your hip thrust at my fingers sucking at them, wanting more.

“Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck.” Your words are like a mantra.

You reach down and push my hand away.

“No more. I can’t take any more. You’re killing me,” you gasp.

Your breath comes in shudders and you lie back on the pillows, your arm across your eyes.

“No more tonight, please,” you plead.

“No more tonight. But tomorrow is another day!”

“Oh God.”

Your breathing slows and your body relaxes.

In moments you fall into an exhausted sleep.

I draw the covers up over you and lie beside you for a moment and watch the smile form on your lips. Even in sleep your smile lights up my world.

I sit up, lean over you and blow out the candle. Lying beside you once again, I gently pull you to me. You snuggle close and, even in sleep, your body moulds itself to mine; like spoons.

Photo Credits (for this story): Image #1 Curiosity (By Dag Hecht) /Final Image Massimiliano Uccelletti / All other images are presumed to be in the public domain

Spooning

We always sleep like spoons because of the closeness, of the intimacy, of skin-to-skin.

I lie on the bed, propped up by pillows against the headboard. Waiting; waiting, as I have done before; waiting to hear the shower stop flowing. I imagine the caress of the warm water sluicing over your soft skin, wishing that we had shared the shower and I could have washed your sweet little body and touched every inch of you.

The images in my mind affect my body, and my cock stirs in anticipation.

The bedside lamps cast a dim soft glow as you emerge from the bathroom.

You are wearing a tiny filmy nightie.

The beige colour blends perfectly with your skin, and in the dim light, you appear to be completely naked. The dark little buttons of your nipples are clearly visible under the gossamer fabric. The top is barely held closed by a ribbon, loosely tied. A tiny thong barely covers your secret place and disappears between your ass cheeks.

Slowly, almost shyly, you approach the bed.

The fresh cotton sheets, crisp and cool against your skin, make a rustling noise as you slip beneath the top sheet to join me in our bed.

Your body is still damp from the shower.

As you pull the sheet up to your shoulders, your nakedness is hidden from me. A feeling of disappointment, of loss, tugs at my heart. I want to see you. I want to watch the shadows dance across your body as you move.

You gather the sheet under your chin and lie facing me. I can see, from one look into your sparkling eyes, that there is a hungry, thrilled look there, a longing…

A longing for what?

“Hi,” you whisper, almost shyly.

“Hi.”

For a long moment we stare into each others’ eyes.

Finally, without another word, you grasp my right hand, interlocking your fingers with mine and, as you roll away from me, you draw my arm around you.

“Mmmm. Like spoons,” you mutter.

You allow yourself to be pulled tighter to me so that your ass is against my cock. You can feel me getting hard against the cheeks of your curvy little ass as I pull you even more tightly against me. You wriggle your ass as you snuggle into me and the motion rolls my thickening cock in the cleavage of your tight little ass-cheeks. Your eager little ass moves all around against my prick. Something hot, long, very thick, and very smooth now pokes and slides across your naked ass crack.

I place a gentle kiss on the back of your shoulder, where I love to kiss you when we are spooning; lightly, just barely grazing your flesh.

You guide my hand to your breast and release it from your grasp, freeing it to wander. My fingers find the delicate little ribbon that holds the front of your nightie closed. Slowly, very slowly, I tug at the ribbon until the knot loosens and your top falls open.

Your ripe little breasts ache for my touch.

“Oh, God, stroke me. Stroke my breasts! Play with them! I love your hands on my body!” you purr.

My hand moves over your breast, massaging, kneading the pliant little globe, teasing your up-thrust nipple, pulling it, squeezing it. As my thumb brushes across the swollen, stiff little nub, I swear that I can feel your breast swell under my touch. I pinch it lightly between my thumb and finger, rolling the hard, nut-brown little nipple between them.

Caught up in the delicious thrills my hands are sending through your swelling breasts, the feelings merge with those radiating into your cunt from the prick mashed against your ass crack. Your eyes close and a sensuous moan escapes your throat. I pinch harder and you arch your back, hissing “YESSSSS!”

You feel the first delicious shiver go up your back and you press yourself even tighter against me. You reach for me. Your hot fingers wrap around my rigid cock and you begin to move your hand up and down, gently stroking the length of my swollen prick.

My hand slides down from your breast, over your tummy and strokes the mound above your little cunt. You shift yourself to accommodate my roaming hand; one leg straight, one leg bent at the knee.

My fingers slip beneath the tiny thong and lightly brush across your little slit. Your opening is moist as I carefully part your cunt lips and stroke the length of your opening, finding the weeping pussy entrance and the cunt juice dripping from your little hole.

You almost scream out loud when you feel my fingers rubbing against your clit. I know that I have found your special joy spot from the way your ass wiggles against my cock. I begin rubbing my finger back and forth against your clit until I hear you sob.

“Oh, God,” you cry softly. “Put your finger in me. Put your finger in my cunt. Please God!”

I push a finger just inside your pussy, sensing how tight you are. I push and push, nudging my middle finger deep into your steamy, slippery gash. I begin to move it in and out, feeling your growing wetness.

I can feel your cunt getting wetter as I keep moving my finger against your hard clit. Your cunt seems to suck at my finger. I drive it in deeper, fingering you until your cunt is sopping wet and soft little sobs are being torn from your throat.

Hot spasms of pleasure shake your body. Your cunt is wet with passion, your clit blazing.

“Deeper! Put your finger in deeper!” you moan, your cunt steaming with passion. “Stroke it in and out! I want to feel it rubbing against my clit! There!” you cry, as I press the bud of your tingling little button. “Rub me there!”

“Put another finger in me!” you whisper breathlessly, your cunt quivering with pleasure. “I want to feel your fingers stretching my cunt! Move them inside me!” you moan.

I slip two fingers into you and begin to move them in and out, loving the way your ass squirms against my cock. Soft moaning sounds erupt from your throat.

“Oh, God! Fuck me with your fingers! Oh yes! Do it! Oh yes!”

Your pussy is sopping wet now. I can hear the sluicing noises my fingers make up inside. Your whole being begins to crave the pleasure you know my cock will give you.

I slide my slippery wet fingers in and out of your tight little fuck hole a few more times, making sure that my exploring fingers run across your excited clit on each stroke. You groan, louder at the arousing, pussy-tingling thrills that my probing fingers produce, and you arch your back involuntarily in an effort to get more.

You thrust your pussy against my fingers like you are fucking my cock.

When you feel the sensation of my cock rubbing your ass, you discover that you can be aroused just by my dick rubbing against your crack.

I can almost read your thoughts: The only thing better than my finger in your cunt would be my cock. You want me to fuck you from behind while we lay on our sides. Your pussy aches for my hard cock. You are incredibly aroused, every inch of your skin hot and tingling. You want me to fuck you. You need your pussy filled. A small whimper issues forth as you get ever closer to that point where you will beg for it.

Softly, you whimper, “Please. Don’t tease me. It feels so good. But I need more. Please, oh, please.”

“Oh God… oh God. I’m getting so close!”

In a voice thick with arousal, you begin to beg, “Please. I need your cock in me. Please. I want you!”

You can feel the juices flood your pussy and coat the insides of your thighs. You haven’t been aroused like this for a long time.

“My panties,” you gasp. “Pull them off! Pull them all the way off!”

I dig my fingers into the lacy material at your hips and tug your panties down your legs while you lift your ass helpfully. You kick out of them and push your ass against my cock even harder. The fiery itch between your legs torments you.

“Is this like doggy style? Can you do me from behind?”

“Sort of like doggy style… Do you want to be on your knees?”

“Can you fuck me like this?”

“Yes.”

“Then do it!” Your hand reaches between us, gripping my cock as you guide it toward the warm, wet, entrance of your waiting pussy. You rub the swollen head up and down your hot little cunt. Your juices soak my cock head. “Shove your cock in me and fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh, god, yes, shove it in me! Fuck me! I want it hard this time… hard and fast! I need it inside me! Hurt me a little. Ram it in me, please! Fuck me! Please! Hurry! Please! Please!”

My cock aches mightily, hungry for your cunt; hungry for release.

The softness of the wrinkled flesh of your cunt lips feels like heaven as I tease the head of my cock up and down your slit. I grasp my dick and slide the tip between your pussy lips, up against your clit and back down, circling the tight pucker of your asshole. Each time I hit your clit and ass, you gasp and shudder with a mini-orgasm.

The swollen tip of my cock parts your furled pussy-lips, brushing past your super-sensitive clit. I can feel the moist heat of your steaming cunt mouth against the head of my rock-hard cock.

You moan when you feel the swollen knob of my cock spreading the lips of your cunt. Delicious, shuddering thrills ripple through you as my cock glides slowly into your wet, contracted cunt-hole

“YESSSSS!”

My burning hardness against your tingling cunt is driving you mad with passion, and the combination of my tit-fondling and my teasing fingers unleashes a new deluge of pussy-juice in your thoroughly filled cunt mouth.

You groan and shove your hips backward, ramming more of my rigid prick up your molten cunt. You know that I can fill your tight, wet hole with hard meat and fuck you until you scream.

“All of it! I want all of it.”

The heat of my burning tool spreads over your cunt as my stiff prick moves deeper and deeper into you. Your cunt sucks at my cock, massaging it, making my balls ache more and more by the second.

You squeal with delight as you feel my thick, pulsating cock filling you.

“That’s good… ohhhhhh, that’s SOOO good!” you cry, lost in the ecstasy of my pulsing cock in your sensitive cunt.

As the full length of my cock becomes buried inside, you flex your cunt-muscles, treating me to a lewd massage all along the throbbing length of my cock. My cock-head is pulsating and you can almost feel the blood pounding hotly.

I begin to fuck you in slow, gentle strokes that drive my cock deep into you. I slide it back out, almost, before plunging into you again. The gentle strokes become deep and savage as my hunger for your cunt grows and grows, bringing more moans from your throat.

You begin slapping your ass back and forth against me, gulping my cock deeply in and out of your aching, churning hole, knowing that any second you will explode with delicious warmth.

Each time I pound my cock deep into your pussy, you grunt with primitive lust.

“Oh… oh, fuck!” you scream as my thick prick splits your juicing pussy again and again. You know how to use your cunt muscles to surround my cock and squeeze me dry.

I begin to pick up my pace, driving my cock in and out of your sucking hole.

Your cunt is on fire from my lusty fucking, and your breasts jerk frantically under my knowing fingers. Your nipples and your cunt are so swollen that they feel ready to explode. Your hips slam back frenziedly at my rigid prick as if your pussy just can’t get enough. All you can do is feel; feel my thick cock driving through your writhing cunt.

Your excitement builds and builds. Your ass churns frantically. Your hair flies about your head.

You push your hips back to meet my thrusts, shoving your ass down hard against my body, making sure every inch of me is inside.

“Yes!” you scream, contracting beneath me and gushing around my hard cock. “Fuck me harder, give it to me! Don’t stop!”

I push forward with all my weight. I groan with pleasure as I feel my cock soar deep into your quivering cunt. Your pussy-walls seemed to grab me, to coax me to stay up inside your hot, wet tunnel. But I pull back, only to shove deep into you once again. Unable to control my lust I pound my cock into you violently and your hips buck backwards filling your hungry cunt onto my meat.

I pull back and my cock slowly withdraws. And then I ram it all the way in again, going faster and deeper with each thrust.

My hips move back and forth as fast as I can move them, selfishly using your cunt for my own pleasure, thrusting into it, keeping you constantly filled.

Your words flow as fast as your cunt juice. “Give it to me! God, keep fucking me! Don’t ever stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Just keep fucking me like this! It’s… so… Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me forever! God, give it to me as hard as you can! Fuck me hard! Make me scream! Make me feel it! Oh yes! Yessssss!” you hiss.

You hammer your juicy cunt on my cock mercilessly. I can feel your pussy muscles closing around my prick, trying to suck it all the way in. You become wetter and wetter; your clit dances along the length of my cock.

Suddenly, without warning, you scream “Oh God! I’m… I’m coming! I’m comingggggg!” Your body goes rigid, and your juices bath my cock and balls in a sticky cum-bath. Your nipples stand out, dark with the abuse I had inflicted on them.

“Fuck me! Keep fucking me!” you scream, as waves of sensation sweep over you.

For what seems like an eternity, you feel the jolting release of unbelievable pleasure. Massive spasms of orgasm ripple up and down your pussy canal, then, finally centre in your puckered cunt-mouth. Your clit is in a constant state of ecstasy, pulsating almost painfully, showering your body with pure, raw release.

“Uhhhh!” you groan. “Come with me! Give it to me! Give me your hot cum!”

I fuck you viciously, driving my prick into you as deep as I can. Faster and faster. The cunt juice flowing out of your pussy runs down your thighs in hot rivulets as my cock ravages you.

“Come on! Come inside me,” you pant, your voice thick. “Fill me with cum! I want it! Fill my cunt! Oh please!”

Your cunt blazes with lust.

“Come in me - come in my pussy - NOW! Fill my cunt with your cum! I want to feel it inside me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

I pull out, almost all the way, and slam back into you.

The first load of cum swirls in my balls, rockets up the centre of my dick, and bursts from the little piss hole at the head; a huge, steaming jet of thick, hot cum flows into your swollen fuck hole, splattering into the back of your cunt, coating the walls with hot, sticky cream.

As wave after wave of ecstasy tears through the base of my cock, I hammer at your cunt harder, more furiously.

When you feel my scalding cum blast into your thirsty cunt, it triggers another furious series of clenching orgasms. You fuck me faster and faster, your incredibly tight cunt-hole gripping and sucking at my cock. Your body shakes as you come, pushing back onto my cock, driving it into you as far as it can go, sucking more and more of my cum into you.

A boiling river of cum rampages into you, carrying you to an ecstasy you had only dreamed of. The heady sensations reverberate through your flooded cunt and up your twisting spine, sending you out of your mind with passion.

“Uhhhhh! Oh! Oh, fuck!” you shriek. “I’m coming again! I’m cummminnnng!”

I keep ramming my cock into your contracting cunt like a wild man, my balls pumping liquid fire.

“Yes!” you scream as you feel my prick pounding inside you. “Do it! Fill me up! Keep filling my cunt. Pump it into me! Keep filling it!”

Another raging torrent of hot cum gushes from my cock head.”Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” you cry, over and over. “Uhhhh! Oh… oh, I’m dying!” you shriek, your body arching up off the bed. It feels so good; almost painful.

I keep grinding my hips against you until the last drop of my burning cum had spilled into your sated pussy.

You shudder one more time and then collapse beside me, panting; your cunt still spasms against my cock. As your body goes slack, my melting prick is pulled from your slippery, sodden hole.

A heady odour of musk permeates the air as I smell the intimate fragrance of your body and your cunt juice mixed with my cum.

“I could see stars!” you mutter sleepily. “I could see stars!”

My cum begins to leak from your cunt lips.

“We’re gonna make a mess.”

“No we’re not,” you reply, rolling onto your back. You reach down and gather gobs of my cum onto your fingers.

I watch in awe as you suck at your fingers and gather more and more of our mixed juices from your leaking cunt, gobbling it into your mouth and drinking it down.

Your hands are sticky with the creamy goo. You stare at the sticky mess coating your fingers. Suddenly, you begin to rub the liquid, like a lotion, over your tummy and breasts.

“Mmmmm. I love the feeling of your cum on me. Warm and sticky”

“Let me get you a towel.

“Mmmmmm. OK,” you mutter.

By the time I return to our bed with a warm, damp towel, you have fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep.

I wipe your body gently trying not to wake you. Your breasts quiver at my touch and your firm belly is soon clean. Gently I spread your legs and wipe away the drops of cum from your cunt hair, from your pussy and from between the cheeks of your ass.

You squirm under my gentle touch.

“I want your cock.”

Am I imagining these words? Are you talking in your sleep?

I turn out the lights and climb into bed beside you. Your body molds into mine, like spoons.

I hear a soft voice in the darkness. “Can you fuck me like this?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Then do it!” Your voice is sleepy but your hand eagerly reaches for me once again…

Fuck me! Suck me!

You stand before me as I sit in the chair.

“Pull out your cock.”

You are full of surprises and your words are bold.

As I pull my rock hard dick from my pants, you kneel between my legs and begin to lick me, from my balls to the tip of my cock, like licking an ice-cream. Up and down, over and over. Your hand begins to stroke me and your thumb massages the swollen red tip of my cock.

My cock rises and stiffens even more.

You stand and reach between your legs where two snap buttons at the crotch of your teddy suddenly spring open.

“Bring your knees together.”

As I do, you straddle me and, with one hand, guide my cock to your wet little hole. You begin to lower yourself onto me and my cock slides up and into you with ease. You wriggle your bottom to adjust to this unfamiliar position. You unbutton my shirt and lean forward to wrap your arms around me. Your hot breath tickles my neck and your tongue plays with my ear.

I wrap my arms around you and hold you tight. I can feel the swell of your breasts against my chest. My cock wants to move inside you but my hips can’t rise from the chair. You are totally in control.

Your ass squirms and you rise slightly and then quickly lower yourself once again. My cock can’t go any deeper and I can’t move.

“Do you like that,” you whisper.

“Yessss.” The word escapes as a hiss.

“Do you want more,” you tease.

I can’t answer. I am helpless and you know it.

“Do you want more?”

You tighten your muscles around my shaft.

“Do you?”

“Yessss.” Another hiss.

Again you rise up and my cock slides down your slippery wet opening, almost out.

Slowly you lower yourself and again my cock slides snugly up into you.

“More?”

“God, yes!”

Your hips rise and lower, rise and lower, and each time I want to thrust into you harder, deeper. My hips can’t move. You control the pace. You control the rhythm. You control each stroke of my cock.

You push back from me and sit up, still astride my cock. The straps of your teddy have fallen and the fabric barely covers your breasts.

“Touch me. Squeeze my breasts. Suck my nipples while I fuck you.”

I reach for you filling each hand with the sweet softness of your breasts. You suck in your breath at my touch and arch backwards, head back, your hands on my knees. This movement causes your tight little pussy to suck on my dick as it slides into your slippery passage.

Your hips move; rocking back and forth. My cock slides up and down inside you.

I squeeze one of your breasts forcing your nipple to protrude and I begin to suck, nipping the tip between my teeth.

My other hand reaches between your legs and my fingers rub your clit, stroking it in time with the rocking of your hips. In moments a hot stream of cunt-juice flows from you, soaking my fingers and washing over my balls.

Your rocking motion intensifies and you squeeze your knees together trapping my cock in your grip. Your body shudders as wave after wave of your orgasm course through you.

“Oh, God! I’m coming! Oh, God. Oh god oh god oh god.”

My fingers stroke your clit harder, faster. Streams of cum flow from you.

“Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.”

I bite your nipple and your body spasms.

“Again! Bite me again!”

I suck your nipple deeper between my lips and bite the circle of pink which surrounds the taught hard nipple.

Your body spasms again.

“Yes. Like that! Suck it! Bite it!”

With each spasm, your hole convulses and tightens its grip on my dick. Still I can’t move and I want to thrust into you with my own rhythm.

I reach both hands behind you and grab your ass, hot to the touch. I lift you until the tip of my cock is all that is inside. Then I push down on your hips and my cock rushes into you splitting you up the middle. Again I lift you and push down and again my cock is buried inside.

This time I lift you completely and my cock slips out with a smack against my belly.

“Wha..?”

Part of me wants you back on your knees sucking me. Instead, I stand and lift you off the floor. As I rise, my pants slip down around my ankles and my cock stands, glistening in the soft light with the wet from inside you. I am forced to walk with a shuffle but I manage to carry you to the bed.

“Wait for me.”

“Hurry.”

I sit on the edge of the bed to pull off my pants. Your hand reaches around, grabs my cock and you begin to stroke me, pumping your hand up and down the length of my shaft.

“I told you to wait for me.”

“I don’t want to wait. I want to make you come.”

My pants catch on my shoes and I struggle to be free. Your hand on my cock distracts me. You realize that I am trapped and start to laugh.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Yes! God, I don’t know! Stop for a minute and let me get my pants off!”

“Then what are you gonna do?”

“I’m going to finish what YOU started!”

“Are you gonna make me come again?”

“You’re bad!”

“Yes I am. But you didn’t answer my question.”

Suddenly I am free from my pants, shoes and socks. I pull off my shirt but again get tangled because I hadn’t undone the buttons at the cuffs. As I struggle, I realize that my cock is deep in your mouth and you are stroking me, licking and sucking me.

I just want to give up on freeing myself from my clothes and lie back and let you suck me dry.

My mind is reeling. I want you to continue yet I want to be inside you again. One button comes undone and the other breaks off and finally I am free.

I lie back and take pleasure from you as you continue to suck me. God, I am so close to coming.

“I want to give you pleasure too.”

As your hand continues to pump up and down the length of me, your mouth retreats only a few inches from the tip of my cock and you say, “Right now my pleasure is in making you come. I love the feel of your cock in my mouth. I like the feel of it just before you come. It gets hot and throbs. And I love the taste of your cum. I want to watch as your cock pumps out its juice into my hands, over my breasts and tummy and into my mouth.”

I pull you away and look into your eyes. Your hand is insistent and continues to stroke me faster, gripping tighter. I am so close to coming.

“No. Stop.” Reluctantly I push your hand away. “I want you to come too.”

“Let me do what I want.” Your hand strokes even faster. You lower your head. In a whisper, “Come for me. Come in my mouth.” Your lips encircle my cock and you suck as your hand grips me.

“Faster. Suck me harder.”

My cock throbs. I am so close.

You sense that I am about to explode. “Come for me.”

I move to sit on the edge of the bed. I want you kneeling like you were a few minutes ago when I sat in the chair. Your hand loses its rhythm for a moment as you pull the teddy off. You kneel between my legs and your hand grips me and picks up the rhythm again.

“Come for me. Give it to me. Fuck my mouth.”

My body stiffens. The muscles at the base of my cock, contract. The first jet of steamy hot cum races through my cock, splashing into your waiting mouth. You suck harder, eagerly as jet after jet bursts forth.

You pull your mouth from me, swallow, and aim my cock at your breasts. “Soak me. I wanna watch you come.”

My cock continues to pulse and another hot burst of cum streams through the air splattering your sweet breasts. And again the contractions of my cock propel a creamy gob of cum which splashes your tummy.

“God, you’re beautiful to watch. Your cum is so warm on my nipples.”

You stroke me faster.

“Do it again.”

My contractions grow weaker. But one last burst of liquid from deep inside my balls oozes from me and flows over your fingers and down the length of my dick.

Your tongue licks up the length of my dick slurping down every drop of the gooey liquid. The tip of your tongue flicks over the tiny opening in my cock-head, searching for the last drop. My cock is incredibly sensitive and your tongue electrifies every nerve ending. My body convulses.

“Give me more. I want more of your cum.” Frustration in your voice. “I want more.”

Your hand strokes my cock. But it begins to soften even though my mind screams for another orgasm.

“I can’t. There’s nothing left.”

“I want it. I’m not finished yet. I want the taste of you.”

“I can’t. You have drained me.”

“Fuck me, then. I’m horny. I’m not done.”

“Lie on your back and open yourself.”

You grab your knees and spread your legs.

I kneel between your legs and, with my fingers, I open the petals of that sweet pink flower between your thighs. Your clit peeks out from between the folded lips of your hole, pink, hot, swollen, alive.

My tongue finds the spot and I lick the full length of your opening. The salty taste of your cum lingers. The tip of my tongue flicks over your clit. Once.

Again I lick you. And again I flick my tongue over the tiny button of your clit; again and again. Each time my tongue finds the tiny bud it grows and pulses. Your body tenses and more of the sweet nectar seeps from you.

You wrap your heels around my back and pull me closer. My tongue plunges into you like a thick little cock; in and out; over and over; pausing to lick your clit which is now stiff and throbbing.

I suck the little nub and my tongue continues to flick across the sensitive little spot. Your body tenses as you approach the moment of release. With a scream of intense pleasure, a gush of your cum spurts over my tongue soaking my lips. My cock responds. Hard again.

“Oh, God! I’m coming! Oh, God. Oh god oh god oh god. Fuck me with your tongue!”

I suck you and my tongue strokes across your clit faster and faster. A river of cum flows from you.

“Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck me. FUCK ME!”

My cock is ready. I know that I can’t come. You have sucked me dry. But your pleasure is my focus. I drive my cock into you where, moments ago, my tongue brought forth a stream of cum from your cunt.

As my cock slides into you yet again, you explode immediately. Each time your hips thrust, another hot river of cum streams from you, over your ass, soaking the sheets.

“Oh, God! I never imagined! Oh, God. Oh god oh god oh god. Fuck me harder. Give it to me! Harder! Fuck me fuck me fuck me. I want it all! Deeper. Go deeper! Give me your cock! All of it! Come inside me.”

“I can’t come. Just take what you want. Use me. My cock is yours.”

“Fuck me harder!”

My strokes intensify, ripping into you. Again and again you come. Your body is soaked in sweat, your skin glistens and tastes of salt.

“Oh, God! Give me one more! Fuck me until I come! Once more! PLEASE fuck me! Oh, God! Oh god oh god oh god. I’m gonna come! Fuck me harder. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come! Oh, God! I’m gonna… I’M COMING!”

Your cunt grips my cock like a fist. Your heels pound my ass You thrust your hips at me one last time and grind your clit against me. Your body quivers and shakes and your head rocks side to side whipping your hair across your face.

Your hands are clenched, gripping the sheets. Your breath comes in gasps.

And then you collapse, exhausted, muttering, “Oh god oh god oh god.”

Your pounding heart slows.

I begin to ease my cock from deep inside you, still hard, “No. Stay. I want you there. Don’t leave me. Don’t ever leave me.”

I ease back into you, your legs drop and I lie flat across you. Reaching behind, I pull the blankets over us.

In moments we are asleep. My cock softens and, unnoticed slips from you. The last drops of your cum drip, drip onto the sheets. And we sleep.

Hello again, Little Richard

Home. You drop your jacket on a chair and begin to shed your clothes as you head for the bathroom.

“Hurry up.”

I don’t need a second invitation to join you.

Your cunt is already wet from the anticipation of your “date” with my little man.

You hop into the shower and close the curtain. The warm water hits your breasts and runs down your body as you move your hands over your stiff nipples and down your front. Both of your hands move between your legs and your fingers play with your cunt lips and stroke your slightly erect little clit.

When I pull back the curtain, I hesitate for a moment, watching you play with yourself. I jump in behind you and immediately reach around you, cupping each of your amazing breasts in my hands, rolling your nipples between my thumbs and fingers.

I kiss and nibble the back if your neck and my cock surges against your tight little ass.

You turn to face me and pull me down for a wet kiss. As you pull away, you briefly hold my bottom lip between your teeth and gently let it slide away.

You hand me the soap and your eyes say, “Wash me. I want your hands all over my body.”

Without hesitation, I lather up my hands and go to work on your breasts, chest and tummy. I spend most of the time on your wonderful breasts, sliding quickly all over them with my soapy hands, tweaking and gently tugging the nipples and then back to palming each mouth-watering orb.

You close your eyes and revel in the tit-play while squeezing your legs together, stimulating your tight little cunt.

I move my soapy hands down to your mound and you open your legs to allow me to play.

With one hand in front and the other behind I rub your ass and pussy at the same time, fondling your cheeks and lips, pinching your clit hood and rubbing. My fingers feel your tight little anus and then meet my other hand playing with your cunt.

My cock is rock hard and throbbing as you reach for it but I pull away.

“I’m not finished.”

I work my way down your body with my tongue, kissing and licking your flat stomach and then to your inner thighs. You spread your legs further and I find your cunt lips with my tongue teasing them with the tip and unfolding them from bottom to top tasting your juices. My tongue finds your hard clit and I flick it gently teasing you, slowly. Faster now, I circle the nub and flick it up and down, side to side, then, placing my mouth over it, sucking and pulling at it. You spasm and push my face into you with your hands on my head. I bring you to a quick climax and, as you gasp for breath, I continue to suck, lick and eat you while you moan and twitch with pleasure.

You finally catch your breath, turn to me and begin to soap my body. You hold my stiff cock in one hand and lather my balls with the other, rolling them around in your fingers. Your soapy hand strokes the length of my cock causing it to throb and grow even harder.

Your stroking hands continue to arouse me and you sense the urgency growing in my balls. As you release me, an involuntary, disappointed groan escapes my throat.

You look me in the eye and with an impish grin, “Don’t worry. I’m not finished.”

You rinse the soap from my body and, licking my wet body, downwards from my neck, over my chest, my tummy, you slowly sink to your knees.

You lick your lips as you stare at my cock.

“Hello, Little Richard. I’ve been wanting you all afternoon.”

My cock surges as if in reply to your words.

You lower your mouth over the head and roll your tongue around it, toying with the slit.

You hold my rigid prick with one hand and lower your lips to my balls, pressing a gentle kiss to the underside. The soft pressure gives me a shiver that seems to slide up the full length of my cock.

“Oh god, I want to fuck your mouth.”

Your lips return to my swollen prick and you draw just the head of it into your mouth.

I sigh when your lips roll over the head and then take it another inch deeper. You slide up, then down. Over and over you manoeuvre my cock into the welcoming heat and wetness of your mouth.

My hips begin to thrust at your mouth.

“Do you want me to go faster?”

“Fuck YES!”

You look up at me with a look of mock irritation.

“I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to Little Richard!”

“Do you want me to go faster? Do you want more?”

I want to scream “Fuck YES!” but I think better of it. I want to see where you will take your playful little game.

I flex the muscles of my ass which makes my cock bounce up and down as if nodding in reply to your question.

“You want more?”

Again I make my cock “nod” in reply.

“Then, let’s get you dried off. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Wordlessly we dry each other. Carrying one of the damp towels, you reach for my dick and with a little tug, guide me, as if on a leash, to the bedroom.

“Lie on your back and do nothing.”

I look at you quizzically.

“Do as you’re told! Tonight I want you to be as selfish as you want. You have given me so much pleasure. Tonight is just for you.”

How can I argue with that?

My cock is rigid and rests against my belly as I lie on my back.

You kneel on the bed beside my hips and take my cock in your hand once again.

“Hello again, Little Richard. Tell me what you want me to do,” you whisper.

“I want you to lick me.”

I feel your hot breath on the head of my cock. You purse your lips and begin to play your tongue around the head, flicking in and out of the slit at the tip. Your talented tongue swirls and licks all around the sensitive underside of my cock-head.

“What else would you like me to do?”

“Kiss it,” I groan.

You pucker your lips and deliver a long, wet kiss to the silky smooth head of my cock, sending a series of shivers ripping through my body. A second kiss with a little flick of your tongue to the engorged head sends me into agonized convulsions.

“Do you want me to suck you?”

“God yes! Suck me. Fuck me with your mouth!”

You lick my cock-head again before closing your lips in an “O” around the shaft and lowering your head. You shove your face forward and cram two or three inches of my cock into your mouth. Then you apply an intense suction as your lips slide up my length until they are only wrapped around the most sensitive part of my cock – the head.

You lick down and up the shaft and run your tongue in circles around the thick, bulbous knob before again, closing your lips around the head and sucking.

Your hand begins to pump up and down the length of my shaft and at the end of every two or three strokes, you suck on the swollen head.

You return to licking and kissing your way down my cock, nibbling your way down my entire length. You close in on my balls and started licking them, which nearly drives me over the edge.

Your lips close on my cock-head once more and you suck and stroke me with determination.

Your fist pumps my cock faster and faster and the slurping sounds you make as you suck me arouse me even more.

I groan as my cock seems to get harder and harder and your free hand fondles my heavy balls.

My balls begin to draw up and you know that my orgasm is imminent.

You stroke faster. “Come for me! Come on. Give it to me. Fuck my mouth. Come in my mouth. Fill my mouth! I want to drink your cum. Give it to me. Give it to me.”

My cock begins to swell as you suck harder, working your mouth to draw the hot cum from my balls, through my cock. My balls contract, and the first jet of cum surges over your tongue and into your throat. You stroke faster and another shot of cum barrels out of my dick and sails into your mouth. And you swallow.

You swallow as fast as you can, savouring the thick jizz running down your throat. My cock jerks in your mouth with every gush.

You keep working my cock, swallowing nearly every drop.

I can feel your tongue working with each spasm and jet of scalding cum, and when you finally pull away, some of my milky white cum runs down your chin.

One last shot comes barrelling out of my dick and before you can catch it in your mouth, it splashes across your nose.

You squeal and giggle as you grab the damp towel and wipe your chin and face.

“Mmmmm. It tastes sweet.” You bend forward and kiss the tip of my cock and with a little flick of your tongue you lick the last droplet of cum oozing from the little opening.

“Mmmmm. Thank-you, Little Richard.”

You sit back on your heels and smile at me.

“Oh god! That was intense!”

You smile that incredible smile that captured my heart. “My pleasure. Tonight was just for you.”

“But what about you?”

“You already made me come in the shower.”

“I’m sure I can suck another orgasm out of your cunt, if you want me to?”

You look thoughtful.

“Do you want me to,” I persist. I want to taste your sweet juices.

You smile a devilish smile. “Maybe. Possibly. Could be.”

“Lie on your back.”

Without hesitation, you scoot up the bed and lie with your head on the pillow.

I grab another pillow and you anticipate my move by lifting your ass so I can slide the pillow under you.

I kneel between your knees and without hesitation my tongue lunges between the lips of your pussy. You are soaked from the excitement of sucking me. Your clit is swollen and ready.

I lick the length of your slit and flick my tongue over your throbbing clit. Your hips thrust upwards and your breath escapes in a long hisssss.

I lift your legs and hook them over my shoulders and continue to lick you and suck your clit.

“Oh god. Fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue.

My licking and sucking intensifies. You are so close, so quickly.

“Make me come! I want to come!”

Your hips convulse and your knees squeeze against my head.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.”

And a huge gush of your hot cum floods from you, splashing my chin and soaking my tongue.

You are panting and your sweet little breasts heave with the exertion.

“Oh god. Where did that come from? It was too quick.”

You continue to pant with a look of amazement on your face.

“How can you make me come so quickly?”

I look up from between your knees and wiggle my tongue at you.

“I am a cunning linguist,” I reply.

You look at me with a question in your eyes.

“I’ll explain later.”

Can We Cuddle?

“Awwww. Can’t we cuddle a little longer?”

“Up to you.”

You throw the blankets aside as a welcome and your beautiful body tempts me.

“Come back to bed then.”

I move to the bed and jump in beside you.

You giggle as you snuggle up beside me and your hand reaches for my cock.

“Good morning, Little Richard.”

My cock gives a little pulse of delight at the attention being paid.

You look me in the eyes.

“Will you let me play with your Little Man later?”

“Of course, you may! But, why not now?”

You wriggle down in the bed and kiss the end of my cock. Your voice is muffled from under the blanket. “Because I’m food hungry. You wouldn’t want me to eat this would you?” as you engulf the growing length of my prick in your mouth and scrape your teeth back along its length.

A shiver runs down my spine and up my cock causing it to swell and throb between your lips.

With a little kiss to the tip and a flick of your tongue, “Behave yourself, Little Man. I’ll see you later. I promise.”

“You wouldn’t want me to eat this would you?”

Skin Hungry

Skin Hungry for You

I told you once that I would travel the world to be with you. I speak the truth.

I want to hold you from behind as I have held you before, my cock firm against your wonderful ass, my hand cupping your sweet breasts. I want to tease your nipples until they become as stiff as you make my dick.

I want to slide my hands under your blouse, freeing your breasts to my touch. I want to hear you moan as I fondle and squeeze your willing flesh and feel your ass grind against my ever harder cock.

I want to take you boldly to my bed, tear at your clothes until your nakedness is mine to see. I want to bury my tongue inside you and taste the sweet juice as it flows from inside. I want to suck every droplet from between your legs as you take my hot swollen dick deep into your mouth.

I want to abandon all restraint and boldly force my dick into you. Hard. I want to move inside you quicker and quicker as the scent of you rises around us. I want to hear you cry out “I love you.” as I’ve heard you before.

I want to abandon ourselves to passion. I want you now and every day.

As we finish, I want to splash your insides with my hot juice leaving it to mix with your own hot wetness.

And I never want to withdraw. I want to be one with you. Now. And forever.

Skin Hungry

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