This One Was A Little Different Part 6
"Dinner was wonderful."
"Oh, thank you sweetie."
"You are a great chef. I'm stuffed."
She laughed and said, "Well, you will be soon enough."
I chuckled nervously. Like a shy little schoolboy. I knew what she meant. I so wanted her to make love to me. To penetrate me again and again. All night long. To orgasm by being taken from behind. To coo and moan to her touch. To her firm yet gentle thrusts. I could hardly wait. "Should we do the dishes? Clean up?"
"Yes. Will you help me?"
"Of course."
"Awesome."
She started the water in the sink as I gathered up the plates from the table and brought them to her side. "This should only take a minute. I just want to rinse them off before we put them in the dishwasher. I think they always come out cleaner if you give them a good rinse first. Don't you?"
"Oh, I totally agree."
She laughed and said, "You always totally agree. Is there anything you don't agree with?"
"Nothing comes to mind."
Her hands still wet and warm from the sink, she turned to face me. She grasp the back of my neck with one hand and my ass with the other and pulled me close to her. For a moment when we were face to face, I just gazed into her hazel eyes. It was like taking flight and feeling weightless. Lost in space and time. And when she kissed me, she meant it. Passionate and hard, with just the right amount of tongue which would twirl and then lick my lips before going back into my mouth again. I tried to reciprocate as best I could. Parroting what she had just done to me.
"I think they can soak," she said and took me by the hand. She led me to her bedroom. The lighting was soft, and it smelled of jasmine. She backed me into her dresser and kissed me again. I began to fondle her breasts, but she gently took me by the wrists and place my arms beside me on top of the dresser. "Don't get too aggressive, sweetie. you are the main course, remember? Be still, and try to stand up. Okay? Just relax. Close your eyes and smile."
She kissed me again. And then nibbled my ear while slowly, button by button, undid my shirt until it was open. Her lips worked their way down to my neck, making sure to give it a love bite. And then to my chest. "Your nipples are so hard," she said as she began to suck on them. "Ummm. So hard. Think you might pop or squirt. Are you sure you're not a girl?"
My mind was swimming now, seeing stars and galaxies. "No... Not a girl." But her lips and her tongue circling around my nipples felt so good. I almost hadn't realized that she had unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and dropped them to my ankles. Still sucking a nipple, she began to fondle my penis. Of course it was painfully hard. It was as hard as it had ever been. I cooed. I moaned. My head rolled back and I closed my eyes and saw stars. "No. Definitely not a girl," she said with a giggle as she hiked up her dress. She pressed in closer to me still.
She left my chest and stood up again, looking squarely and intensely into my eyes, with one hand on my swollen and aching cock. She pressed in closer still, and now I could feel her hard cock over mine. She had taken them both in her hand and was stroking them together. My eyes spun to the back of my being.
"Like this lover? It's called frotting. Ever heard of it before?"
"Fra fra frot? No... I mean... Yes... I mean... Oh, your cock feels... It's so much big. It's so.... big."
She laughed and said, "you've stopped making sense."
"No sense. Yes sense. Oooh. Me. Touch me. Your cock touch me. So big. Oh, your cock baby. Rubbing together. Cocks. So warm. So soft. So hard. So big. Don't stop. Rubbing. Rubbing me. Want to cum. Can I? Can I ? Can I? Oh, oh, oh, ooooooh!" I cooed and screamed her name as my knees quivered, and ejaculated stream after stream of cum onto her cock. She never stopped rubbing ours together. She just used my cum as lube. Once I began to recover from the clouds, I looked down at the juicy connection between us. I hadn't realized how much bigger she was than me until I saw them face to face so to speak. It was huge. Explains why I will always be her bottom. Even though my dick had shot and had begun to recede, I was still lost in the throws of lust. She had not, and she was nowhere close to being done with me.
"You came a lot. That's a lot of cum for a ***********." She took her cum filled hand and spread it all over my lips as I tried to say "not a girl" but that just made her laugh and smear it more. "Lick it all up. Good girl. Now get on the bed, sweetie. I think you know what position." Stepping out of the remnants of the trousers around my ankles and relinquishing whatever was left of my manhood or my pride, I crawled up upon her bed on all fours with my head buried into her pillow. I could feel her climbing into the bed and positioning herself behind me. She pulled up close and lay on my back. Her fingers found my nipples and squeezed them hard. She breathed and whispered into my ear. "Say it for me."
"What?"
"You know. Say it for me?"
"Please?"
"That's a start. Please what?"
By now she was already rubbing her cock between the cheeks of my ass. Oh the anticipation of being penetrated by her yet again. To slide it in. To fill me. To orgasm hands free from her. To feel her cum inside me and have it ooze out. To be hers.
"Please fuck my ass. Please. Fuck my ass."
"Good girl."
"Not a..."
"Shut up, sweetie," she said as she stuck it in.
"Oh, thank you sweetie."
"You are a great chef. I'm stuffed."
She laughed and said, "Well, you will be soon enough."
I chuckled nervously. Like a shy little schoolboy. I knew what she meant. I so wanted her to make love to me. To penetrate me again and again. All night long. To orgasm by being taken from behind. To coo and moan to her touch. To her firm yet gentle thrusts. I could hardly wait. "Should we do the dishes? Clean up?"
"Yes. Will you help me?"
"Of course."
"Awesome."
She started the water in the sink as I gathered up the plates from the table and brought them to her side. "This should only take a minute. I just want to rinse them off before we put them in the dishwasher. I think they always come out cleaner if you give them a good rinse first. Don't you?"
"Oh, I totally agree."
She laughed and said, "You always totally agree. Is there anything you don't agree with?"
"Nothing comes to mind."
Her hands still wet and warm from the sink, she turned to face me. She grasp the back of my neck with one hand and my ass with the other and pulled me close to her. For a moment when we were face to face, I just gazed into her hazel eyes. It was like taking flight and feeling weightless. Lost in space and time. And when she kissed me, she meant it. Passionate and hard, with just the right amount of tongue which would twirl and then lick my lips before going back into my mouth again. I tried to reciprocate as best I could. Parroting what she had just done to me.
"I think they can soak," she said and took me by the hand. She led me to her bedroom. The lighting was soft, and it smelled of jasmine. She backed me into her dresser and kissed me again. I began to fondle her breasts, but she gently took me by the wrists and place my arms beside me on top of the dresser. "Don't get too aggressive, sweetie. you are the main course, remember? Be still, and try to stand up. Okay? Just relax. Close your eyes and smile."
She kissed me again. And then nibbled my ear while slowly, button by button, undid my shirt until it was open. Her lips worked their way down to my neck, making sure to give it a love bite. And then to my chest. "Your nipples are so hard," she said as she began to suck on them. "Ummm. So hard. Think you might pop or squirt. Are you sure you're not a girl?"
My mind was swimming now, seeing stars and galaxies. "No... Not a girl." But her lips and her tongue circling around my nipples felt so good. I almost hadn't realized that she had unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and dropped them to my ankles. Still sucking a nipple, she began to fondle my penis. Of course it was painfully hard. It was as hard as it had ever been. I cooed. I moaned. My head rolled back and I closed my eyes and saw stars. "No. Definitely not a girl," she said with a giggle as she hiked up her dress. She pressed in closer to me still.
She left my chest and stood up again, looking squarely and intensely into my eyes, with one hand on my swollen and aching cock. She pressed in closer still, and now I could feel her hard cock over mine. She had taken them both in her hand and was stroking them together. My eyes spun to the back of my being.
"Like this lover? It's called frotting. Ever heard of it before?"
"Fra fra frot? No... I mean... Yes... I mean... Oh, your cock feels... It's so much big. It's so.... big."
She laughed and said, "you've stopped making sense."
"No sense. Yes sense. Oooh. Me. Touch me. Your cock touch me. So big. Oh, your cock baby. Rubbing together. Cocks. So warm. So soft. So hard. So big. Don't stop. Rubbing. Rubbing me. Want to cum. Can I? Can I ? Can I? Oh, oh, oh, ooooooh!" I cooed and screamed her name as my knees quivered, and ejaculated stream after stream of cum onto her cock. She never stopped rubbing ours together. She just used my cum as lube. Once I began to recover from the clouds, I looked down at the juicy connection between us. I hadn't realized how much bigger she was than me until I saw them face to face so to speak. It was huge. Explains why I will always be her bottom. Even though my dick had shot and had begun to recede, I was still lost in the throws of lust. She had not, and she was nowhere close to being done with me.
"You came a lot. That's a lot of cum for a ***********." She took her cum filled hand and spread it all over my lips as I tried to say "not a girl" but that just made her laugh and smear it more. "Lick it all up. Good girl. Now get on the bed, sweetie. I think you know what position." Stepping out of the remnants of the trousers around my ankles and relinquishing whatever was left of my manhood or my pride, I crawled up upon her bed on all fours with my head buried into her pillow. I could feel her climbing into the bed and positioning herself behind me. She pulled up close and lay on my back. Her fingers found my nipples and squeezed them hard. She breathed and whispered into my ear. "Say it for me."
"What?"
"You know. Say it for me?"
"Please?"
"That's a start. Please what?"
By now she was already rubbing her cock between the cheeks of my ass. Oh the anticipation of being penetrated by her yet again. To slide it in. To fill me. To orgasm hands free from her. To feel her cum inside me and have it ooze out. To be hers.
"Please fuck my ass. Please. Fuck my ass."
"Good girl."
"Not a..."
"Shut up, sweetie," she said as she stuck it in.
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