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devil picture My Fantasy

B y Martin

I awoke curled up next to the woman I love. I haven't known her very long but how else can I describe the way she makes me feel? I felt her shallow breathing against my neck and realised she was asleep. I told myself that she needs her sleep and that I shouldn't wake her just because I'm feeling horny and I somehow resisted the urge to shake her out of her slumber. Instead, I concentrated on enjoying her as she was.

I started by kissing the top of her head. Her hair tickled my nose and I wanted to laugh out loud but I managed to maintain it as a mere giggle. I gently stroked her head with my chin, my stubble combing through her hair. I decided to remove my hand from her shoulder and start running my fingers through it. Oh how I love her long, silky hair! I could do this all night, I told myself.

I followed the length of her hair down to the small of her back and brushed my hand against her firm ass. I ran my index finger along the crack. Oh how tight it felt! I felt my cock springing to life in response to the fun my fingers were having as if it was jealous and didn't want to be left out. It pressed hard against her body as though it had a mind of its own and selfishly demanding my lover awake for its own gratification. My hands, meanwhile, were actively admiring the solid roundness of her ass.

Her breathing suddenly increased. Had my kneading her backside awoken her or was it my insistant cock that had nudged her awake? I removed my hand from her ass and placed it back on her shoulder, fearing that she might just want to go back to sleep. She groaned as though upset with me... but was it because I had woken her or because she wanted me to continue?

I had my answer as soon as I felt her rubbing her body against my stiff member. Lubricated by the sweat of our bodies, my dick slid smoothly and gently against her. My head snapped back and and I let out a moan when she brushed against its very tip. She mocked me with a moan of her own.

That did it. If there was any doubt whether or not I was going to take her then and there it had vanished all at once. I turned her over on her back and went directly to her nipples, first with my hand and then with my mouth. I felt her nipples harden and her breathing and heartbeat quicken. She wasn't mocking me any more. With my mouth sucking on her nipples, I reached down and felt her pussy. It was soaking wet. My cock acted as a divining rod pointing in the direction it wanted to go. I teased my own cock, making my fingers its envy as they explored her genitals. My lover voiced her approval.

I could not, however, wait any longer. I removed my mouth from her nipples and started kissing her along her neck until I reached her mouth. I dived in with my tongue and had it intertwine with hers. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she literally pulled me on top of her, displaying strength that defied her small frame. With the two of us arm in arm and mouth to mouth, I entered her. The warmth of her pussy was intense. A feeling such as this I could not expect to get from any escort service, rather only from a willing partner who was as turned on as I was. The difference in our height made simultaneous kissing and fucking impossible but my lover didn't seem to mind: she ran her tongue along my body as I slid up and down, pausing every once in a while to gasp in pleasure. I felt like cuming but I didn't want to cum just then, not with her so into it. I pulled out and told her I was tired and that I wanted her to get on top. She agreed and I threw the sheet and blankets to one side, ignoring the crisp, cold air. Laying on my back, I grabbed my cock and waited for her to mount me. She just sat there next to me and I wondered if she'd changed her mind. "Please," I said. I could barely make her out in the darkness but I sensed that she was smiling because her checks were raised just so. It was just like the way local newsanchor Mutsumi Takahashi would smile whenever there was a story about a lost puppy finding a new home. She took my dick from me and proceeded to stroke the entire length of it. Anxious as I was to feel her pussy tight around my cock once more, I wasn't about to complain. When she bent over to lick it with the tip of her tongue I had to insist, however. "No, please," I said, "I want to come inside of you."

She mounted me, finally. I heard her gasp and she slid all the way down, as if I had suddenly become bigger and harder than I had ever been before. For the next few minutes, we concentrated on synchronising our thrusts. It wasn't quite what I wanted, however. I told her that I had changed my mind once more and she sighed deeply and then laughed. She removed herself from my penis and I asked her to let me slide out from under her. With my body fully exposed to the cold, I wasted no time returning to the bed, this time with her on her hands and knees, just as I wanted. I then did something I would never do with anyone other than someone who I knew trusted me: I started exploring her pussy with my fingers and tongue, partly for her pleasure and partly for future reference so that I would know where to place my dick. I felt a shiver run through her body and knew she was ready for my final few thrusts. For, indeed, I was ready to cum. After sliding into her pussy for the last time that night, a few thrusts was all it took. My cum spurted inside of her and she must have felt it because she cried out. Or maybe she was having a simultaneous orgasm. Whatever. All I knew, all I really cared about, was the fact that I was having the greatest time of my life to date.

Sensing I was finished, she plopped down onto her stomach. It was up to me to snuggle in next to her and pull the sheet and blankets up close around us. We were soon toasty warm once more thanks to our being able to share each others warmth. We layed there like that, totally spent, unable to even think about doing that all over again... at least not until morning.

Martin

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