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Lust Weekend 1 - The Lake (couples)
by Rob H. (c) 1991

*

The drive from the city had been tiring. There seemed to be 
more than the usual number of idiots on the road today. Perhaps 
they, like us, were just hoping to take advantage of the long 
weekend. At least they were not coming to "our" woods. We had 
purchased the cabin from a friend of ours last month. We needed 
a place to just get away and be alone, together.
Turning off the main road, we drive the mile and a half through 
the woods, on the stone lane, to the cabin. Nestled in the 
woods, the cabin is somewhat isolated. The nearest "neighbor" 
is about a quarter-mile hike through the trees. We don't know 
if anyone is there for the weekend, nor do we really care.
We unpack the car and quickly store our supplies and 
belongings. We agree it had been our good fortune to acquire 
the cabin. After taking a few minutes to look around, we talk 
of vague plans for our time here. Little do we know what the 
weekend holds in store for us. It is to be a weekend we will 
not soon forget.
Although tired from the trip, we are excited at being here. 
Deciding to sit on the porch for a while, we take the folding 
chairs outside, placing them side by side on the porch. We 
snuggle there on the porch, her head on my shoulder, as close 
together as we can get in our chairs.
The night air creeps through the trees and softly brushes over 
the front of the cabin, lifting the scent of her perfume and 
tickling our minds with the smell of honeysuckle, pine, and 
spruce. Here and there are the sounds of evening: the rhythmic 
chirping of crickets, a fluttering of wings as birds settle 
into their nests, and the quiet creaking of tree limbs. The 
world around us is preparing to bed down for the night and our 
thoughts are toward that end as well.
"Let's go for a walk" she suggests.
"Where would you like to go?"
"I don't know. Why don't we go down by the lake?"
"Sure, why not." I take her hand and we leave the cabin porch.
The lake is but a short walk through the woods. We step into 
the clearing in front of the water. There, stretching out 
before us, lies the peaceful solitude of Lake Tuckahoe. Named 
for an Indian chief, the lake has remained untouched by the 
machines of man. Its quiet beauty is a reflection of times gone 
by and a tribute to those who would maintain the pristine 
quality of life around it.
The sky has a few clouds drifting through it tonight and the 
moon is three quarters full. I hold her close as we gaze out 
over the still water. The moonlight dances across the lake and 
gently caresses the darkness. Looking into her eyes, I can see 
the outline of the trees surrounding the lake. I hold her even 
closer and lower my lips to hers. Our lips meet in a soft kiss.
The smell of her perfume and the tenderness of her lips brings 
the beginnings of a hard-on to me. As we press ourselves 
together, I feel the warmth of her body and the imprint of her 
breasts on my chest. The soft kiss becomes one of rising 
passion, matched by my rising erection.
My hands begin roaming her body, tracing the outline through 
her clothes. I study her body as a blind man would - in braille 
- feeling each contour as I explore. I know her body as well as 
my own. Yet, each time I touch her it is as exciting as the 
first. The sight and the feel of her body always brings joy to 
my heart and hardness to my loins.
I push my thigh against her. She responds by spreading her legs 
slightly, allowing me to press into their junction. As her legs 
open, so do her lips and her tongue leaps into my mouth. It is 
a welcome intruder and our tongues meet in a wet greeting.
Our intertwined legs begin to dance a sexual dance, rolling and 
rubbing against each others loins. As I press deeper into her 
valley, she replies by squeezing my thigh with her legs, 
searching for my prick. Feeling the warmth of her thighs 
against my rising prick increases the passion of our kiss and 
our tongues begin to do battle. Lowering my hands to her 
buttocks, I pull her tightly against me. Suddenly, she breaks 
away from my lips and body.
"Let's go for a swim." Her eyes reflect a mischievous sparkle 
from within.
"But our bathing suits are back at the cabin"
The sparkle in her eyes becomes a glow. "Who needs a suit?," 
she asks, and begins to strip off her clothes. She divests 
herself of all her earthly belongings and stands there in the 
nude. Her breasts push firmly into the night air, and her body 
glows in the light reflecting from the lake. Even the shadow 
she casts in the moonlight is exciting.
"What's the matter?" she asks, "Are you chicken? Embarrassed? 
Come on!"
As she heads toward the water I realize that she is serious and 
hurriedly attempt to catch up to her. I strip away all that I 
possess (at the moment) and head for the shoreline. My prick 
slaps against my legs as I run. She is already in the water, 
playfully splashing and waving for me to come in. "I must be 
crazy," I think, and wade into the lake.
The water is warmer than I had imagined and I am thankful for 
small favors. She is staring at my loins, obviously checking my 
hard-on, as I approach. She lies back in the water, allowing 
her body to float. Her breasts protrude above the water like a 
pair of beautiful islands in the moonlit lake. Her legs are 
open and inviting and I long to dock my ship in her port.
Reaching out in the moonlight I lightly touch her breasts, 
causing the nipples to become erect. I trace the water line 
around each breast and kiss each exposed island peak. My hands 
remain in constant contact with her as I move down her body and 
between her legs. Once there, I submerge my body until my face 
is at the level of the lake surface and move toward the harbor 
formed by her thighs. With the first kiss on her shores, her 
eyes close and a smile comes to her lips.
Placing my hands under her buttocks, I lift her slightly to 
gain better access to her cove. I begin gently lapping at the 
shoreline, lightly splashing water as I tongue her slit. She is 
wet from the lake and her own natural juices, and as I continue 
licking, she becomes even wetter. Teasingly, I circle her 
opening, occasionally dipping my tongue into her to pull out 
more of her juice. She begins to respond to my actions with 
slight pushes of her hips, encouraging me to find her sensitive 
areas, and I knead her buttocks in my hands.
I search along the folds and find her love button. My tongue 
rakes back and forth across the hood of her clit and her 
excitement builds. I love the taste of her body and could eat 
her all day. Fortunately, she loves being eaten, and would let 
me do so all day; but she likes giving pleasure as much as 
receiving and I cannot last all day. However, that has never 
stopped us from trying!
I continue my actions on her body, alternating deep thrusts of 
my tongue into her folds with attacks to her clit. Pulling her 
loins against my face, I extend my tongue as far into her as I 
can to lick the honey from the walls of her pot. Her sweetness 
melts in my mouth.
I turn my attention to her clit and she replies by pressing up 
and onto my probing tongue. Using rapid strokes, I toss her 
clit from side-to-side with my tongue. Back and forth, then up 
and down, and finally in circles, I leave no direction untried 
as I push her toward orgasm. The response of her body to my 
actions only serves to encourage me and I assault her body with 
a vengeance. I have but one goal in mind now - I want to make 
her cum.
It is difficult for me to control her movements and I know she 
must be close to a climax. Again and again I lap at her clit, 
bringing her ever onward, until she cannot stand it any longer. 
Her body begins to shudder as her orgasm hits. Pulling her 
loins tight against my face, I dip into her slit to feel the 
contractions with my tongue. I want to taste her cum. I lick 
and suck at her, capturing the juices as they flow from within.
She begins to relax, but I continue licking and sucking. 
Finally satisfied that I have drained her completely, I pull 
her into a standing position. My prick, now a raging hard-on, 
stands away from my body. As she slides along my torso, her 
thighs close around my rudder. The moonlight shimmers on the 
water and lights her face. Brushing back the hair from her 
eyes, I stare into their warmth. We both smile in satisfaction 
and kiss passionately.
Her thighs are warm and I cannot resist the urge to thrust my 
prick back and forth between them. She reaches down between our 
bodies, grips my shaft, and begins stroking. Her hand slides 
along the length of my cock, testing my hardness. "I want you," 
she says, "I want to feel you in me."
To punctuate her statement she raises her hips, opens her legs, 
and wraps them around my waist. Holding my prick, she presses 
forward and onto my cock. The combination of her slippery 
sleeve, and her exceptional aim, results in a direct hit. I 
sink deep into her sheath. We moan in unison as the mating is 
completed and press our bodies tightly together.
We pause to allow the sparks of this first penetration to 
escape then begin the rhythm of sex. Our bodies work together, 
sliding my rigid pole in and out of the confines of her 
channel. Inserting.....deeply, then withdrawing..... slowly, 
leaving only enough of my cock inside of her to maintain the 
union. Gripping her buttocks I squeeze her further onto my 
erection and she allows her legs to float upward in the water, 
providing me free access to her body.
The lake begins to churn in response to our love-making. The 
once quiet waters ripple from one end of the lake to the other 
and back again. Like fish spawning we continue our actions. 
Pushing....pulling....pushing again. 
Inserting....withdrawing....inserting....withdrawing....inserti
ng. Just as a needle on a record gets stuck in a well-used 
groove, I, too, am stuck - in her groove!
Holding her ass in my hands, I tilt her hips and pull my cock 
out, until just the head is tucked in her folds. Driving fully 
into her I push the full length of my cock into her, hitting 
the back wall of her vagina. The contact causes us to moan. I 
withdraw my rod and attack her again. The feeling is intense - 
for both of us.
Time and time again I plunge deep within her. The water 
cushions my actions and washes around our bodies in a 
maelstrom. She lowers her legs, to increase the pressure on my 
cock, and wraps them around my waist again. She rolls her hips 
in response to the piston in her chamber and pushes her clit 
onto the top of my prick.
We try to increase the speed of our motions but the water 
prevents us from moving any faster. The slower pace does have 
its advantages, however. I have the time to feel her inner 
walls gripping my shaft as I penetrate her sheath, and she has 
the pleasure of feeling the full length hardness of my cock 
rubbing against her clit.
We continue to fuck in the water, my cock sliding 
in...out...in...out...in; 
deep....shallow....deep....shallow....deep; filling her sleeve 
with my prick, pressing my cock into her and causing our 
pleasure to mount. I can feel the build-up of pressure in my 
balls and I want to squirt my cum in her -- I want her to cum 
again and again -- I want to feel her cum around my prick.
She begins pressing her clit even harder on my cock and I know 
she is ready to cum. Her body twitches and jerks as her climax 
hits. Her orgasm is almost violent and I can feel her vaginal 
walls close in around my prick, squeezing my shaft as she cums.
A few more thrusts into her and my eruption begins. I grab her 
ass and pull her as far onto my cock as I can to plant the 
first spurt as deeply inside her as possible. Pressing into her 
for the second spurt, I try to place it next to the first; 
firing my weapon at the target again and again, until my 
ammunition is spent.
As our orgasms retreat, our tongues extend to meet again in 
passion. We are probably not the first to have made love in 
these waters, and we will certainly not be the last. But, for 
the time being, we have been the best. And as stillness slowly 
returns to the lake, we can hear the waves we have created 
quietly applauding on the shore.

Lust Weekend 2 - The Shower

(INTRO: This is the second part of a fantasy weekend retreat. 
In Part 1, we arrived at the cabin, unpacked, and went for a 
moonlight swim in the lake. As in all good fantasies, we made 
love in the water. The story continues...)
We reluctantly wade to the shore and retrieve our clothes, but 
we do not put them on. We walk hand in hand, nude, through the 
trees and back to the cabin. Our bodies still tingle from a 
combination of the act of love just completed and the cool 
night air.
Upon arriving at the cabin, we toss our clothes onto a chair 
near the fireplace. Our bodies are still damp and she is 
shivering slightly. She decides to take a shower and heads for 
the bathroom. "How about a drink to help warm you up?" I ask, 
heading for the kitchen.
"Sounds good" she replies, closing the door to the bath. I hear 
the water running as I make us each a whiskey sour. The clock 
on the wall begins to chime. Glancing at the clock, I notice 
the time - ten o'clock. We've been here only two hours and 
already have begun acting like wild animals in heat. It feels 
good.
A slight chill passed through me and broke my into thoughts. I 
realized I was still naked and beginning to feel cold from the 
lake water. Carrying our drinks, I headed for the bathroom and 
a warm shower.
I push open the door and a wave of steam rolls into the cabin. 
She is still in the shower and I can barely discern her outline 
through the frosted glass door of the shower. As the steam 
clears, my view improves. I can see the profile of her body 
now. The smooth lines of her legs, the softly-rounded area of 
her stomach, and the gentle curves of her breasts. The sight of 
her in the shower begins the arousal process in me. I set the 
glasses on the corner of the sink.
I watch her through the glass as she showers. Her hands slide 
gracefully along her curves, lathering her body in the warm 
water. She has an exquisite body, and she is aware of it. She 
has always been comfortable with her sexuality, willing to 
explore and find what excites her. It is this knowledge of 
herself that has made me the lover I am. By knowing what 
pleases her, she is able to direct me so I can please her.
Pausing as she reaches her breasts, she cups them and smoothes 
her hands over them. Softly she caresses their fullness and 
gently teases her nipples. She tosses her head back and lets 
the shower water splash across her body. I see her shifting her 
legs and I know she is getting excited. As my erection grows, I 
fight the urge to jump in the shower with her. I continue to 
watch.
Leaving one hand to fondle her breasts, the other hand follows 
the water as it runs down her body. Slowly, the hand crosses 
her stomach and approaches the junction of her thighs. As her 
hand disappears between her legs, I hear a soft sigh from the 
shower. I know from the sound that her hand has found its mark.
Although the shower glass does not provide a clear view, I 
watch as she massages her body. Slippery hands, gliding over 
the rolling contours and into the hidden valleys of her body. 
Gentle hands, teasing her breasts and pleasing the inner 
reaches of her vagina. I wish they were my hands.
My erection has grown into a full-fledged hard-on and it 
twitches with each beat of my now-racing heart. I cannot resist 
the urge to grab it and stroke it in time with her movements. 
She is not yet aware of my presence. We continue to masturbate, 
she on one side of the glass door of the shower and me on the 
other. As her hand increases in speed, so does mine, and we 
begin building toward our fantasy orgasms.
I watch as she continues to massage her breasts and dip into 
her treasure chest. Based upon the sounds coming from the 
shower, she must be rolling her fingers over her clit. I can 
almost feel the soft, warm, folds of her sexual lips as they 
envelope her fingers. Knowing her body as I do, I know she is 
wet and juicy now, and her fingers are sliding effortlessly 
into her deeper reaches.
The sounds coming from the shower increase in volume and tempo. 
I know she is approaching an orgasm without me, but I don't 
care. I am in my own fantasy world on the other side of the 
glass. I grip my prick and continue to masturbate toward my own 
orgasm. Leaning back against the sink, I close my eyes and 
remember our love-making in the lake. My hand continues its 
travels up and down the length of my cock, stroking to the 
memory.
I don't know if I made a noise or if she just sensed someone in 
the room, but she slides open the shower door and is greeted by 
the sight of me leaning against the bathroom sink, jacking off. 
The sound of the shower door opening causes me to stop in mid-
stroke. I am more than a little embarrassed and my erection 
begins to fade.
"You naughty boy," she teases, "you were watching me, weren't 
you?"
"Yes." There is little else I can say.
"Did it make you excited?" she asks. It seems to be a silly 
question in light of my current state of erection.
"Well, what are we going to do about it?" Then, smiling, she 
says, "Why don't you come in here and we can 'discuss it'."
As I step into the shower, she immediately reaches for my cock 
and begins where I had left off. In just a stroke or two, she 
has me back at full erection. As I close the door to the 
shower, I reach for her love nest. Dipping my fingers inside, I 
find her still wet and slippery and my fingers slide into her 
easily.
We press our bodies close together and my hard-on pokes into 
her stomach. She tilts my prick upwards, towards her breasts, 
catching it between our bodies, and continues stroking. Our 
lips meet in passion. We stand in the spray of the shower 
masturbating each other.
Her hand is firmly gripping and stroking my cock, from the 
hairy base to the soft crown and back again. With her free hand 
she reachess for my balls to softly squeeze them and feel them 
roll in her hand. Despite our recent activity at the lake, I 
have recharged and reloaded and am ready to shoot.
The feel of her hand around my cock, sliding up and down the 
shaft, is giving me immense pleasure. As I begin building to a 
climax, I search for her clit to return the favor. Because she 
had been masturbating in the shower longer than I had been 
masturbating in the room, her clit is swollen with desire and I 
easily tease her toward her peak.
We continue our rubbing and stroking motions on each other. As 
her hips begin answering my probing fingers, my hips begin 
thrusting my prick through her fingers. As I pick up the pace 
with my cock, she responds with her body. Up and down her hand 
slides on my cock, in and out my fingers probe in her sheath. 
Faster and faster our motions become, each trying to coax the 
cum from the other.
Just as we are about to bring each other to a climax, she 
releases her grip on me. She breaks our kiss and pushes my hand 
away. "No," she says, and turns around, putting her back toward 
me.
"What's wrong?" I ask, and then realize what she is doing.
Placing her feet as wide apart as she can, she bends at the 
waist and grabs the faucet handles in the shower. A very 
pleasant sight comes into view between her legs and her action 
needs no further explanation.
Holding my cock in my hand, I move up behind her. I rub the 
full length of it along her slit several times, mixing her 
lubrication with the juices that have escaped from the tip of 
my cock. We are both so aroused that even this simple action 
causes us to moan. I continue teasing her for a few strokes 
before slipping the head of my prick inside her folds.
Slowly, I push forward and slide easily into her warm, wet, 
confines. Ever onward travels my miniature miner, searching for 
the deepest regions of this cavern he has discovered. The miner 
crawls along this tight-fitting path; probing the sides, top, 
and bottom of the cave; until he reaches the end of his shaft. 
I pause, allowing her body to adjust to the size of the 
intruder, before retreating. Holding her hips steady, I begin 
the rhythm we both enjoy so much.
As I pull my cock out, her sex lips grip me tightly and provide 
new stimulation for her clit. I withdraw until only the head 
remains inside, then reverse direction and plunge back into her 
warmth. In this position I can watch my cock travel in and out 
of her body. I see her sex lips holding onto my thickness and 
responding to our motion. The sight of my hard penis and her 
soft lips drives me crazy and I begin moving faster.
I need to feel her body close to me, so I lean over and reach 
for her breasts. I find them and tease her nipples into 
erection. As I roll the nipples between my fingers I continue 
to probe her pussy with my prick. Cupping her breasts in my 
hands, I feel their soft fullness and gently squeeze and caress 
them with my palms. As I do so, I can feel her close herself 
around my cock and realize her orgasm cannot be far behind.
My hands leave her breasts and travel across her stomach to her 
love box. My fingers explore her junction, searching for her 
clit. I find it and begin massaging her toward orgasm. I match 
the actions of my fingers to the thrusting of our loins, 
pushing her closer and closer to a climax. I feel her close 
around me even tighter and know she will come very soon.
Her climax is approaching rapidly now, and she pushes herself 
harder and faster onto my cock. Plunging faster and faster into 
her body, I rub her clit and press it against my pulsing prick. 
I feel my balls tighten as they get ready to release their 
contents into her container. Faster and faster and faster we 
move, until we reach our ultimate velocity. We simply cannot 
possibly fuck any faster.
Suddenly, there is no turning back. My prick extends as far as 
it can into her, my balls tighten and spray the first jet of 
cum into her box. Her orgasm hits as she feels my cum paint her 
interior walls. The timing is incredible. With each pulse of my 
prick I can feel the grip of her walls as we attain a 
simultaneous orgasm.
As I deposit the last of my cum into her depths, my legs 
weaken. It is only because of our position that I do not fall 
flat on my face in the shower. Holding her closely, I continue 
to press her loins against mine as our orgasm fades into 
memory.
Reluctantly, I remove my prick from her and allow her to stand. 
She turns to face me and we embrace. The once-warm water begins 
to cool, but it does nothing to quell our passion. Her hand 
reaches for my dwindling cock and she gently squeezes and 
strokes it. For the time being, I have nothing left to give 
her, but that does not diminish the pleasure I feel as she rubs 
my rod.
Realizing the water will not be getting any warmer, we wash 
each other somewhat quickly, pausing to pay special attention 
to the "good parts." We turn off the shower and step into the 
room. She grabs a couple of towels and heads for the bedroom. I 
take the drinks and follow closely behind.
We dry ourselves as we sip our whiskey sours. Once dry, we wrap 
the towels around our bodies and lie down on the bed. I move 
close to her and cradle her head on my shoulder. As we lie 
there, finishing our drinks, we talk.
"It's really nice here the woods," she says. "Quiet, peaceful, 
romantic."
"Yes, it is," I reply. "It's just what we needed - some time 
alone - to rediscover ourselves."
"And what have you discovered?" she asks.
"I've discovered what I knew all along," I answer, "I've 
discovered that I love you, that I love making love to you."
"Must be something in the water," she teases, and we both laugh 
at the double meaning of the statement.
As we laugh, the towel loosens around her. Her breasts peek out 
from the edges of the towel. They are beautiful breasts; soft 
yet firm, nicely rounded and full. Centered upon each mound is 
a circular brown aureole with a raised nipple at the hub. I 
have always loved her breasts. I love to caress them, to tease 
them, to suck on her nipples and feel them grow in my mouth.
Her nipples are slightly erect as they pop out from beneath the 
towel, and I cannot resist the urge to fondle and kiss her 
breasts. Her chest heaves as first contact is made. She pushes 
her breasts up into my face.
I kiss the perimeter of each breast, working from one to the 
other, climbing each mountain toward its peak. As my kisses 
reach the summit, her body begins shifting on the bed, and I 
know I am arousing her once again. My lips climb down the 
mountains and begin a trip south.
Traveling down from her breasts, I kiss a large circle across 
her chest and stomach, pushing the towel out of the way with my 
face. Reaching the crest of her forest, I move around the edges 
to her thighs. Slowly, I work my way along the top of her thigh 
to the knee. At the knee I move two inches inward and begin a 
return route toward the junction of her thighs. Skirting the 
area once again, I move along the other thigh in a similar 
manner. Twice more I take the trip along her thighs, each time 
approaching closer and closer to the center of her body.
With each passing journey her body responds, pressing her loins 
up into my face as I pass by. The towel lay completely open 
now, as though I have just unwrapped a gift. And I have. 
Peering into the center of her thighs, I see the glistening of 
her sex lips, moist with anticipation. They are an open 
invitation to explore the nether region of her body.
I continue kissing and licking around the edges of her, slowly 
working my way toward the central target. Her hips rise and 
fall, pushing up in search of my teasing tongue. I dance away 
from her each time, only to return and tease again. Finally, to 
satisfy her longing and my taste buds, I allow her hips to 
place the target at my disposal.
She lets out a controlled moan at the first contact of lips on 
lips and pushes herself into my face. Extending my tongue, I 
lap at her now dripping bowl and begin probing her slit. Her 
response is to press her loins onto my tongue.
Using my tongue as a spoon, I drag it along the length of her 
opening and lick her juices. I love the taste of her. I could 
spend hours at her deli, sampling the delights of her fruit. If 
only my tongue were longer. Then I could delve deeply into her 
and taste the source of her sweetness.
Long, luscious licks of her love box only serve to improve the 
quality of her offering. The taste of her is driving me crazy. 
I begin an assault on her clit in an attempt to make her 
release more of her honey. I jab at her clit, rolling it on the 
flat of my tongue, dragging it along the full length of my 
tongue. Probing the edges of her lips, pulling the hood of her 
clit with my lips, again and again I attack.
Concentrating first on the deeper reaches of her vagina, I dip 
my tongue far inside her. Then I withdraw to circle her clit 
and lick her sex lips. Lapping and tonguing at her cleft, I 
continue to coax her toward a climax. Around and around I drive 
my tongue, licking, sucking, teasing, rolling, tasting her 
free-flowing juices. I want her to come on my tongue. I want to 
taste the juice from deep within her. I want to feel her clit 
grow and her walls close around my tongue.
Her breathing is rapid and I can feel her orgasm approaching. I 
tongue her faster and faster, concentrating more on her clit, 
and she thrusts her body up into my face. Her hips are tossing 
on the bed and I struggle to maintain contact. Her hands go to 
my head to direct me for the final assault as her orgasm hits.
Her body heaves as she climaxes in wave upon wave of 
satisfaction. Her hips press upward onto my probing tongue and 
she releases the flood gates from deep within her well. I 
continue lapping and licking at her, attempting to gather as 
much of her juice as possible. I press my lips over her sex 
lips and suck at her cup as her orgasm subsides. Finally 
assured her climax is complete, I lick her inner thighs and her 
outer lips for any remaining sweetness. Her sexual lips are 
swollen in a combination of desire and satisfaction. I gently 
kiss them in thanks for their contribution to my taste buds and 
slowly begin the trip back up her body.
Reaching her breasts, I softly suckle them and caress the 
fully-extended nipples with my tongue. The hard tips poke at my 
tongue and I know I have pleased her. Her breathing begins to 
return to normal and she softly sighs in satisfaction. Her legs 
twitch in the afterglow of her orgasm and she presses her 
thighs together as several aftershocks strike.
Arriving at her lips, I kiss her passionately and hold her 
closely. There seems to be a glow over her entire body and a 
look of ultimate pleasure upon her face. I am satisfied that I 
have done well.
I turn onto my back and lie next to her. Her mind clears and 
she raises up onto an elbow and peers into my eyes.
"That was great!," she says, "But what about you?" Looking 
down, she sees my cock poking up under the towel. Reaching 
down, she gropes my tool through the terry teepee. As she 
kisses my lips she pushes aside the towel, freeing my pole.
Gripping my prick in her hand, she begins kissing my body. She 
elects to take a direct route and works her way down my body in 
a straight line, crossing my chest and stomach and arriving 
quickly at her goal. She tilts my prick up away from my body 
and slips the head into her mouth. We groan in unison as her 
lips close around the satiny crown of my prick.
She looks up at me with her soft brown eyes and begins feeding 
the shaft into her mouth. More and more of me disappears, until 
her mouth is stuffed with my hardness. Holding her lips tight 
around the shaft, she raises her head and withdraws my cock. 
She strokes my throbbing cock and licks her lips as she stares 
into my eyes.
"How's that?," she asks. "Do you like that?" (What a 
question!!)
"You bet!," I reply, as my hard-on increases by two sizes.
She continues to stare into my face to see the pleasure as she 
opens her mouth and devours my cock again. Once more she stuffs 
her mouth full of my cock and then withdraws it. Her tongue 
lashes out and she laps at the head, swirling her tongue around 
and around the crown. She strokes my length and squeezes the 
shaft. As she licks and kisses the head, her lips and tongue 
become coated with my grease. Her eyes close as she licks my 
slippery cockhead and her lips.
The sight of her enjoying my cock excites me even more and I 
begin pumping through her hand. Her hand tightens around my 
cock to hold me still. Her grip makes it clear this is to be 
her blow job, and I am not going to do anything but enjoy it. 
Suits me just fine!
She holds my cock and licks along the shaft to my balls. 
Reaching the sac, she tickles them with her tongue and strokes 
my shaft. She lifts my balls with her hand and gently sucks 
them. In spite of our earlier encounters, they seem to be full 
of cum again. Returning her attention to my cock, she again 
licks her way along the shaft to the head.
Once again slipping my erect organ into her mouth, she begins a 
sliding motion up and down my length. As her mouth engulfs my 
prick, her tongue wraps around the shaft, working me into a 
frenzy. The combination of her saliva and my juice allows my 
cock to slide back and forth between her lips with virtually no 
resistance. She is no longer looking into my eyes, electing 
instead to concentrate on the hard cock in her mouth.
My prick continues pistoning up and down between the oval of 
her lips and she cups my balls, coaxing the cum from them. As I 
watch her head bob on my prick, I feel the pressure building as 
I near eruption. I am just itching to shoot in her mouth.
I always love it when she sucks me off, and I think she enjoys 
it as well. The feeling of a hard cock gliding in and out of 
her mouth, back and forth over her tongue; the knowledge that 
she is giving tremendous pleasure to the one she loves; the 
same basic reasons (with a change of equipment) that I love 
giving her head. She speeds up her actions on my member, 
releasing my balls to devote full attention to my pending 
orgasm.
Faster and faster she plunges my cock in and out of her mouth, 
relying solely on her lips and tongue to bring me off. She 
grabs my cock at the base to keep it pointed straight at her 
mouth for the final attack. Her head becomes a blur at my loins 
as she goes after my climax.
"I'm gonna cum," I warn. I can no longer hold back the urge to 
assist in my orgasm, and I begin thrusting into her warm mouth.
She feels my cock swell as it loads up to shoot. Having come 
twice tonight, the first release is a gentle spurt, landing 
softly on her tongue. She holds my prick lightly in her hand, 
almost as if she were taking my pulse. And, in a way, she is - 
her fingertips can detect every convulsion of my erupting cock; 
and each convulsion is followed by a squirt of juice that 
spreads across her tongue. She milks the cum from my cock; 
sucking and squeezing the shaft to pull it all from my balls.
In a matter of moments my orgasm is over. My prick begins to go 
limp in her mouth and the cum stops flowing. She licks my cock 
clean and eventually release my softening prick from her lips. 
Climbing back up my body, her lips meet mine in another 
passionate embrace.
"Any chance of getting it up again tonight?" she asks, 
hopefully.
"I'd love to, but you have completely drained me."
"That's okay," she says. "We have all weekend. Let's get some 
sleep." She lays her head on my chest and presses her warm body 
close to mine.
"All weekend" I think, "I don't know if I can take it!"


Lust Weekend - 3 - Morning After

Daybreak arrives too quickly. The bedroom seems to glow, lit by 
the morning sun filtering through the trees. I awake slowly 
from a wonderful dream - a dream filled with sexual encounters 
of the best kind. As I lay in the morning reverie, I become 
aware of a presence in bed with me. The presence is her - under 
the sheets inspecting my penis. Not wanting to disturb her, I 
continue to lay quietly while she is at work.
Her body is at right angles to mine. I can't see what she is 
doing, but I can feel it. I feel her breath on the hairs of my 
leg. Hovering over my penis, she gingerly touches it with her 
fingertips; rolling it over to inspect the underside. My penis 
lies there, limp, against my leg; not yet responding to her 
attention.
She once told me how curious it was that something so small and 
soft could become something so large and hard. And how she 
delighted in holding and sucking on my limp cock and feeling it 
grow in her hand and mouth.
She continues her inspection - lifting and looking, tracing the 
veins, feeling for the bumps and ridges that give her such 
pleasure. Moving closer, she places a gentle kiss on the head 
and watches for a reaction. (It takes all my concentration to 
prevent an erection) Seeing none, she kisses the head again and 
follows with several kisses along the shaft. As she continues 
to fondle and kiss me, I can no longer resist and I respond 
with the beginning of an erection.
She moves even closer, directly over my member, and places the 
head in her mouth. She begins to gently suck on me and my cock 
grows steadily. At this early stage she can get the whole thing 
in her mouth. She rolls me around her mouth, licking with her 
tongue and sucking ever stronger. My cock swells and rapidly 
fills the available space, pushing against the back of her 
mouth and beyond the ability of her lips to contain me.
With my erect penis filling her mouth, she adjusts her position 
under the sheets and is now kneeling at my side. Once 
comfortable, she begins sliding her lips up and down my shaft. 
Surely she must realize I am awake, but she continues to 
concentrate on my erection. Gripping my hardness with her lips, 
she travels the length of my cock, pausing occasionally at the 
peak to swirl her tongue around the head.
Holding my prick at the base, she removes her lips and begins 
licking and kissing the sides. She places her hand on the top 
of my shaft and slides her tongue along the underside, matching 
her tongue strokes with her hand. Cradling my cock in her hand, 
she closes her lips around me; running along the length of my 
cock as though it were an ear of corn. Her hand closes around 
the stiff rod and strokes in time with her lips.
Returning to the head, she swirls her tongue around the crown 
and dives on my erection to maintain its firmness. The action 
of her lips, mouth, and tongue now have my full attention and I 
can no longer resist. I begin to rotate my hips upward into her 
grasp, formally notifying her that I am awake. I push back the 
sheets just as she is again stuffing my cock back in her mouth.
She releases her lip-lock on my throbbing member but continues 
stroking. "Good morning" she says. "Did I wake you?"
I don't bother to answer and reach for her body. Sliding my 
hands down her back to her buttocks, I cup the soft roundness 
of her cheeks and dip my fingers into the valley between them. 
Following the natural path established by her body, I arrive at 
my destination to find her well lubricated. Upon feeling my 
fingers, she raises her ass to offer free access.
Using subtle hand signals, I pull her body around so I can get 
at her, raising her leg and maneuvering underneath her. There, 
staring me in the eye, is her treasure chest. I gently pull her 
down onto my face and open the lid with my tongue. I begin 
licking her morning dew and searching for the buried treasure 
within.
Her hand closes around my cock as my tickling tongue lashes out 
at her. She presses her body down onto my face and I dip even 
farther into her. She returns her mouth to my prick and we 
engage in some mutual munching in the morning.
I begin to concentrate my actions on her clit, attempting to 
bring her to a level of excitation equal to mine. She rotates 
her hips on my face and mouth to direct my attention to the 
appropriate areas. Each time I hit the mark, she responds by 
gobbling my root and squeezing with her lips and hand.
I reach for her breasts and cup one in each hand; gently 
squeezing, fondling, and rolling their fullness. I catch the 
nipples between my fingers and tease them into erection. 
Stroking, rolling, squeezing, teasing; my hands continue 
manipulating her breasts as I eat her.
She is now supporting her body with her hands, using only her 
mouth and lips to excite me. I have grown as full and hard as I 
am going to get. Her hair bounces lightly as she continues 
plunging up and down on my cock. At the other end, I am lapping 
at her gash and nibbling her clit.
She pops my prick out of her lips and rolls onto her back, 
pulling her sweetness from my mouth. She turns her body around, 
placing her head on the pillow, and spreads her legs in an open 
invitation. Not one to miss an opportunity, I move between her 
legs. Her sexual lips are slightly spread and pouting. The dew 
from within coats them and they glisten in the sunlight. As she 
pulls her knees up, her lips open wider. She reaches for my 
cock, guiding me into her warmth. I enter easily and as we 
press our bodies together our lips and tongues meet.
Her kisses are always so expressive. Even a routine kiss 
goodbye is an adventure. Whenever we kiss in passion, our 
tongues meet and exchange mouths. It is little wonder that we 
usually end up in bed when we kiss. When we make love, our 
kisses match our movements, adding to our excitement. Today is 
no exception. Each time I push my prick into her pussy, I toss 
my tongue at her tonsils; every time she rotates her rump at my 
rod, she licks my larynx with her lavalier.
Sliding my cock in and out of her sheath, I sense she is 
nearing an orgasm. With each probing plunge she gets closer to 
the edge. Her sleeve grips my shaft as she comes and her hips 
grind up onto my member. Our lips disengage as the orgasm rolls 
through her body. She presses her loins tightly against mine, 
pushing her exploding clit onto my prick. Wave after wave of 
bliss rockets through her entire body.
Her orgasm only serves to entice me into more action and I 
continue plunging into her. As the first climax begins to 
subside, I sense the beginnings of a second and she pushes her 
pelvis even harder against me. I direct my cock into a position 
which puts it into better contact on her clit. With each 
stroke, her next orgasm builds and she soon comes again.
I wait until her shuddering ceases, then withdraw from her 
quivering quim. I pull her over onto her stomach and she raises 
onto her knees. I point my pecker at her slit and press 
forward, sinking fully into her depths. With each thrust I 
pause to rotate my prick inside her sleeve. She reaches down 
between her legs to massage my balls as they slap against her 
clit.
Her fingers are coaxing the cum from me and she tickles my tool 
as we fuck. Gripping her buttocks, I hold her steady as I glide 
in and out of her. Her fingers find her clit and she begins to 
aid my efforts for her third orgasm. As her climax builds, she 
tilts her hips to apply more pressure on my cock. I can feel 
the sap rising from my balls and begin driving harder into her.
Pushing deeply into her body with each stroke, I go after my 
own pleasure release. She feels my balls begin to tighten for 
their launch and she gently supports them as the rocket is 
loaded. My explosion begins and jet after jet of cum spurts 
into her. Feeling my cock twitching in her love nest takes her 
over the edge and she comes again.
I pull out of her when my prick has emptied its contents into 
her container. She quickly spins around and stuffs my dwindling 
prick into her mouth and begins licking and sucking. Her action 
keeps me hard and I maintain a useful erection. She rolls me 
onto my back and continues administering mouth to cock 
resuscitation.
Satisfied that I am not going to go soft on her, she swings a 
leg over my midsection, slips into the saddle and begins 
riding. She starts with a gentle trot, rocking back and forth 
on the horn. As she rocks, my prick slaps inside her. She 
places her hands on my chest and leans forward, trying to 
increase the feeling on her clit.
Without losing contact, she turns her body around and faces 
away from me. As she rocks on my cock, her clit slides along 
the shaft and another orgasm builds. She reaches down and 
fondles my balls as she fucks me. With each forward motion, the 
palm of her hand rubs her love button and adds to her pleasure.
Reaching from behind her I massage her breasts. Her nipples are 
fully extended and press into my palms. She leans back but 
discovers this decreases the intensity of our contact so she 
leans forward, supporting herself by placing her hands on my 
knees, and presses onto my pole. She raises up along my 
hardness and then lowers herself on the full length, rubbing 
her clit along the underside of my cock, stimulating her and 
coaxing her climax.
I am able to watch my prick disappear into her folds as she 
raises and lowers her body. Her sex lips suck on my shaft as 
she rises up and push on my pole as she descends. Our bodies 
make a slight slurping sound as the cum from our earlier 
orgasms is squeezed out of her sheath. Our love juice coats my 
cock and foams as we fuck.
Her ride turns into a gallop as she thrusts herself onto me. 
The ride takes her up and down and back and forth in the 
saddle. With each motion, she presses her loins against mine in 
a frenzy. She pushes herself to the limit, going for another 
orgasm. In and out I plunge, up and down she rides, until her 
climax takes over. Her body convulses again and again as she 
rides her orgasm across the finish line.
Lifting off my still-raging prick, she rolls onto her back and 
spreads herself wide open. I lift her legs and hold her knees 
with my elbows. My slippery cock slides easily past her 
dripping lips and into her body and I begin drilling her well. 
My cum coated cock drives in and out of her, and our bodies 
squish together with each thrust.
I feel the stirrings of an eruption and pull out of her. 
Lowering her legs, I move up her body and place my prick on her 
chest. I gently cup her breasts, pressing them around my cock, 
and begin thrusting back and forth between them.
As I push forward, the tip of my tool approaches her lips. She 
tilts her head down, trying to capture my member on the forward 
strokes. I move closer and continue fucking her breasts.
The juice from my cock coats her breasts and I slide easily 
between them. I can now reach her open lips and she tongues the 
tip each time I approach. I push fully forward and she closes 
her lips around the crown. She licks and sucks greedily on me 
and I return to moving between her breasts.
I am far enough up her body that each stroke takes me into her 
waiting mouth. She reaches for my cock and pulls me into her 
mouth, sucking and licking all the while. She grabs my ass and 
begins pushing and pulling me into her throat. It is clear what 
she wishes me to do.
I lean forward over her head so my cock is pointed straight 
down her throat. With her hands directing me, I probe her mouth 
with my prick. An orgasm is imminent now and my increased 
motion tips her off to that fact. She grabs my rod and begins 
stroking rapidly. With one hand she lifts my balls; with the 
other she strokes my hardness; and with her tongue she laps at 
the crown of my cock.
Her efforts are soon rewarded and I cum. When the first drops 
eject onto her waiting tongue, she closes her mouth around me 
and sucks hard. She releases her lips, but her hand continues 
coaxing my cum. Her hand becomes coated with my love juice and 
her tongue lashes out to lick at the fruits of her labor. She 
sucks me deep into her mouth to savor the remnants of our 
copulation and to attempt to retain my erection. This time she 
is not as successful.
I withdraw from her lips and climb back down her body. Our lips 
meet in renewed passion and we lick each other clean. Our loins 
are numb from this encounter and we both seem totally satisfied 
- for the moment. Our bodies continue to generate heat and I 
press my spent body into hers.
Basking in the afterglow of our love-making, we continue to 
kiss and cuddle. The morning sun has now set the room ablaze in 
light, but it pales in comparison to the fire which burned 
between us just moments ago. In the distance, the kitchen clock 
chimes eight times. The day has just begun!

