Strange pleasure in summer – 02

I retrieved the razor and shaving cream, and uncovered her waist so I could clean her up. She had a little stubble, and I wanted her smooth and ready. While I was there, I trimmed her bush back a little, down to a tiny triangle, pointing its way to where perfection awaited. A little lotion, a little cool cloth, and she was ready.

It was back to the bathroom where I cleaned up. I didn’t want her to think I was a slob. She deserved better. So very much better.

Satisfied with my work, I returned to our bedroom, and saw that the sky was lightening. How long had I been making love to my goddess? How much longer did I have?

I slowly peeled back the covers, so I could see the splendor of her body as if for the first time. Still nothing but perfection. I was so lucky.

The camera came back out and I took some pictures of her, for us to share someday. Our first lovemaking. I got her beautifully made up face. Her amazing tits, a little reddened, but none the worse for wear and tear. I photo’d her nearly clean shaven pubis, and opened her legs a bit to capture some shots that would be for nobody but us. I reached between her legs, and tugged on her hidden lips a bit, neatening up her pussy, making it as beautiful as possible. Then I put it on record and slowly panned every inch of her miraculous body. My body. Our body.

I spread her legs so I could kneel between them, and stretched out over her, my face over hers. Caressing her soft hair, I lowered my lips until they touched hers for our first kiss. I licked her lips, felt the hardness of her teeth, and pried them open with my unrelenting tongue. We kissed deeply, my tongue over and under hers, searching out every little bit of her magical mouth. The mouth that would give me untold pleasure in the future.

I explored her, moving all over her body, examining, tasting, smelling every nook and cranny, each and every millimeter of exposed skin. From her hairline to the sweet little toes, manicured and painted to perfection. No bright red harlot paint, or childish bright colors, but a muted red, highlighting her perfection.

Did I mention she was perfect?

I got my lube back out and gently squirted some directly inside of her. I carefully worked my fingers in and prepared her for our ultimate joining.

My cock was warming to the thought of having her and it was thickening. I knew what I needed to get completely ready for her. Kneeling beside her head, I opened her warm generous mouth and eased my cockhead between her lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle this time, love.”

She sucked me. Absolutely without a doubt. I released her chin and her mouth stayed wrapped around my shaft. I felt her tongue rubbing against my cockhead. She wanted me hard. She wanted me at my best. I caressed her lovingly, feeding her just a couple of inches, backing away as I stiffened between her lovely painted lips. I could feel she didn’t want to stop, but I hushed her.

“Plenty of time for that later, love. I have to have you now.”

Her lips reluctantly released me, her mouth staying open as if begging for more. I kissed her instead, as I climbed over her and moved between her long smooth legs.

I lubed up my cock thoroughly. She had to be a little sore and worn out after the pounding I’d given her earlier. Now it would be different. A merging of our bodies and souls.

I guided the head between her lips, and nudged my way in. Securely in place, I stretched out over her, kissing her face, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her chin. I settled my mouth over hers. Her mouth opened for me, and I breathed “Now,” into her.

My cock slid in as if it were made for that singular purpose. A perfect fit. I was rock hard, full, thick and long, and yet, I could slide into her to the very base, filling her completely, feeling the slightest nudge as I bottomed out inside of her.

“I love you Janet,” I told her. “I’m sorry I might have been rough earlier. You were just too damn much after all this time. So beautiful, so perfect, and finally mine.” I eased my cock in and out of her, long smooth strokes, begging forgiveness with my steely shaft. “Forgive me.”

She turned her head a bit and it looked like she smiled. All was right in the world.

Good thing I’d been working out. Holding myself over her eventually sapped my reserves, and I lowered my body onto hers, bringing my hands up under her shoulders and holding her, my weight on my elbows. I felt her leg move, and her foot rose up and hooked around my calf. She wanted more.

I was willing and ready. I picked up my pace, showering kisses down upon her, while my hard cock strove to please her. Faster and deeper, grinding down into her, she turned her head from side to side, the passion building in her.

It was building in me as well, just as rapidly. “I love you Janet. I love you so much,” I groaned as I filled her again, thrusting deeply, erupting into her womb.

My heart was a sledgehammer beating in my chest, as I continued pushing into her, fucking my dream woman. Long after I was done shooting into her, I kept sliding back and forth, my hardness slowly waning, until I could stay inside her no longer. Sadly, my cock had reached its limit and failed me. As tired as I was, I didn’t want to leave her that way. I found another face cloth and cleaned her up, as well as myself.

I climbed into our bed, pulled her arm across my chest and her leg over my thigh. She snuggled closer and I knew everything would be Ok. I covered us with a sheet and lay back. Closing my eyes I could still picture everything about her. I could feel her breath on my shoulder, so I turned to her and gave her one last kiss.

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I could feel the bright, warm light on my face, and I turned to reach out for my love, but felt nothing but the smooth sheets. I turned to look and saw emptiness. Like that in my heart.

“So you are alive. Had a little fun at my expense last night did we?”

I blinked and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I turned toward the voice. She was there, wearing a silken cream robe.

“Good morning,” I croaked through parched lips.

“You little fucker. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t call the cops right now.”

I was a little disoriented and could feel the soreness all over my body. I sat up and gazed at her incredible beauty. She looked mad, but it only made her more desirable.

“I love you Janet.”

“Yeah. I gathered that. Over and over from the feel of it. Did you have a party? Did you and your friends gang rape me?”

I reached out for her and saw her draw back. “No. It wasn’t like that. It was just us, you and me. You were incredible.”

“I was unconscious you immoral fuck.”

“You were perfect. So perfect.”

“Just you? Why do I feel like I’ve had a steel wool pad shoved up my cunt and sandpaper used on my chest.”

“You were insatiable. It was amazing. You were amazing.”

“Amazing! I passed out!”

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