MILF Sex at the Rustic Cabin, A Sexy Delicious Weekend Fuck Fest

(All characters in this story are fictional. The character addressed as “you” throughout the story is for the pleasure and satisfaction of the reader. Go on. Imagine it’s YOU!)

I adjust my black lace robe as it had slipped off my right shoulder, tighten the little ribbon belt as I take a sip of red wine. Your glass is full and waiting on the granite island. Butterflies flourish in my tummy. Your hand holding this glass, sitting on the stool next to me here in this kitchen. For real. And very soon!

I clap my hands and squeal.

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I rearrange the cheese and meat platter once more. Will you like the appetizers I have set out?

I light the birch bark candles the cabin has provided as I take in a whiff of the roses you sent ahead of your arrival. Pure red and their aroma is decadent and lovely, their petals beyond soft under my fingertips. I take a quick glance around the cabin, the wood-clad walls, the images of wild animals adorning the walls, the puffy beige and red furniture, the slab of rustic wood over the mantle housing black metal bears and pine trees. And all these windows with stunning views! Just perfect for a cozy fuck fest weekend. Colorado makes good cabins.

I smile as I finger the soft roses once more. Sebastian, you spoil me already and we haven’t even officially met yet.

I hear a sound out front and I quickly set down my wine glass and run for the front door. My heart pounds as I jog, my breasts bounce way too much so I giggle. I resist the urge to hold them to keep them from bouncing. I untie the ribbon and let my bare breasts out free as the robe falls open.

I fling the wooden door open and exclaim, “Sebastian! You’re here!”

You have a suitcase in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other. You drop the suitcase. It topples to its side, and the wine bottle starts to slip so I dip down to catch it. You of course have your eyes glued to my jiggling bare boobs.

“Whew!” I exclaim as I curl the bottle to my skin. “Almost had a casualty there. Would be tragic!”

“Oh, fuck,” you say. “You’re already naked.” Your eyes are wide, and your mouth stays ajar. Your boner is pushing out the crotch of your pants. “Ruan … I’m speechless.”

I run my hand along your bulge and squeeze it. “Wow. You are ready, aren’t you?” I lick my upper lip, bite my lower one, and flick up eyes up to meet yours.

“I’ve been ready for this for at least six months,” you say, your brown eyes tasty as a warm chocolate bar. “So ready. Me and my cock have practiced four to five times a day for this, as I’ve told you. Showed you online.” You stare at me, mouth still agape. “I didn’t expect you to be so sexually forward.” You still don’t move a muscle. “But don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic.”

I giggle and cover my mouth with my fist as I greedily take all of you in with my eyes. I shake my head. I never thought I’d ever use a dating service and yet here I am, having invited this … younger man … to join me on vacation … after chatting for many months, though. He certainly looks delicious as fuck in person! Naughty me. I giggle again.

“Aw, you have no idea what that giggle of yours does to me.”

“Oh, I know. Remember? You‘ve told. And shown me.” I smirk.

“Oh, right. Sorry, seeing you is making me a bit brainless.” You give me a slow come-hither-and-fuck-me look.

I expect to see drool.

“Well, come in, come in. I have a glass of wine waiting for you and appetizers.” I swing my arm towards the inside of the cabin while I smile, a smile that tells you I’m ready to fuck too.

 

You almost trip over the threshold of the door as you stumble in because your eyes are focused on me. Your mouth falls into an even wider grin as a sigh escapes your lips. You exclaim, “This place is amazing.”

“I know. It’s just gorgeous.” I turn forward, but glance back and giggle. “Might need your suitcase to come in too though, I hear the bears here get into everything that’s left out.”

You give me a silly grin and turn back around to grab your suitcase.

“Nice ass,” I chime. I lift my robe to flash you my buttocks. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” I can’t wait to rip those jeans off.

The suitcase falls with a clunk on the tile. “Fuck yes I will. Try and stop me.”

“Good. I’m waiting with bated breath.”

“Damn. You are even better in person than in your pictures … they just don’t do you justice.” You run a hand through your dark hair, your eyes wide and bright.

“Real is always better, love,” I say with a glance back and a wink. I set the wine bottle you brought on the island next to the open one and pick up your wine glass, swiftly handing it to you. I turn to pull out the bar stool for you and pat the seat. “It’s all those real person nuances that get us. One reason everyone is obsessed with video.”

“Well, our facetime calls didn’t do you justice either.”

Your palm lands on my ass cheek and you give a squeeze. You lean over to whisper in my ear, “This okay? I can’t resist touching you now that you are a foot away from me. I’ve been dreaming of my hands on you for so long. Too long … it’s been pure torture.” You purse your lips. “But. That ass. Fuck.”

“Well, since we are meeting here at this cabin for an all out fuck fest weekend, you touching my ass is pretty much allowed immediately.” I give him intense bedroom eyes. No tender footing allowed. Going right for your cock, sweetheart.

“Mmmm, well then fuck,” you say in a hearty voiced laced with lust as your other palm grasps my other butt cheek and you double squeeze my ass. “I like the tone you’ve set. I’m in.”

“Mmmm,” I moan as you caress my ass, give my right cheek a light slap. I giggle.

“I want to take my time with you though. Just a quick touch. I’ve been edging since yesterday. So, I’m pretty fucking hot.” You adjust your jeans over your crotch.

Can’t wait to peel down those jeans.

We both relax against the backs of our barstools, and I watch as a slow grin spreads across your face as you catch me gazing at our crotch.

“We are really here. Together,” you say with a shake of your head. “I didn’t think it would ever happen.” You drape your arm over the back of the stool, your thick masculine thighs set in a V as you hook the heels of your shoes on the barstool wrung. “I mean, we’ve texted for months and months. Talked on the phone. Did video chat. Planned this weekend together. But … I can’t grasp the realness of this yet.” You drop your head, then return your gaze to meet mine with a smile.

A pussy wetting smile.

I giggle and lay my hand on your firm thigh. “And neither can I. I mean … I never thought I’d meet someone this way, let alone a man younger than me.” I bite my lip. Shit! I hope that doesn’t offend him. I counter, “But, I’m very excited we’ve moved to this point. It’s a bit insane. Part of me feared you were a crazy person who intended to meet me here and murder me.”

You almost spit out your wine but recover and do a hard swallow of it under your laugh. “The only thing I’m murdering this weekend is that pussy.”

I laugh and toss my blonde curls over my right shoulder, they topple deliciously grazing my bared shoulder. “I’m looking forward to her being cock dead. I can’t wait for you to pound me out all over this cabin. Flatten all the juice out of me.” I sigh as I look around. The tall windows flanking the fireplace show the majestic tree-covered mountains outside. The blue of the sky a parade background for the passing fluffy clouds. “Isn’t this cabin gorgeous? I love the rustic feel of it.” I lay my hand on the granite, my French manicured nails complimenting the white flecks in the granite. “The Colorado mountains are so beautiful.”

“Yes. It’s beautiful. But not half as beautiful as you are.” You grasp my hand and squeeze it as our gazes meet.

“Aww. You are sweet. Thank you.” I take a sip of wine, sucking my upper lip into my mouth to prolong the flavor. I raise my eyes to find you staring intently at my lips.

You clear your throat and let your eyes scan the cabin. “We need to christen every room in this cabin with a round of fucking. Then go out and christen the pool and hot tub.” Your face relaxes into a sigh. “I brought a suit, but I don’t dare use it.”

Our eyes meet as our naughty smiles match. We sigh at the same time.

“Agreed,” I say. “We will eat, fuck and fuck and fuck, relax, sleep, fuck again. On repeat. Swim and hot tub it naked.”

“Bless you. That’s exactly what I intend to do,” you say as you touch my hand, stroking your finger along the top of my hand. “This is a gift for both of us. I’m not wasting a minute on anything but you.”

“Same. We both need this getaway.” No matter what the future holds. We both just need this. “Now. Let’s relax with our wine. Have a few snacks. And then … we can get onto the main course of our weekend.”

“The fucking,” you say with a massive grin and a nod.

“Yes, the fucking.” I laugh and flick my eyelashes at you. “It will be epic.”

“No doubt. I love looking at your hard nipples jiggling as you laugh. They are such tight nuggets. I’m mesmerized by them.”

“I can’t wait for your mouth on them.” I pick up a cheese slice and hold it up to your mouth.

You take it from my hand by wiping your tongue along my fingers while keeping your eyes on mine. Your lips pull the cheese into your mouth.

“Mmm. Delicious.” You take a sip of wine and chew the cheese. “My turn.”

You feed me a cube of cheese and I shove it to my cheek so I can suck your finger before you pull it away. Our eyes are in constant contact.

My heart rate speeds up at the look of lust in your eyes. So new. So scary. So hot. So sexy. So scintillating. Yet … so … “I’m not going to last long eating snacks with that look,” I whisper.

“And you will get no writing done this weekend, not social media, no nothing work because we are acting it all out for real. Fucking and eating. That’s the only work allowed.”

I giggle. “Well, I did bring my laptop.”

“Don’t you dare.” You shoot me a warning look, laced with playfulness as your grin takes over.

You slip off the barstool and push your body between my knees, spreading my thighs open big and wide, lodging the generous lump of your boner against the edge of the stool.

My heartbeat pounds even in my lips. My breathing rages.

My hands grab your ass cheeks and then I drag them up to your neck while holding your lust-filled gaze with mine.

“I want to fuck you,” you say. “Now.” Your eyes are urgent, commanding, wanton, determined.

I smile. “You just made my clit twitch.”

“Mmmmm. Fuckkkkk yes,” you say as your hands dive into my curls, cradling my head you suction your open mouth to mine, your tongue riding into my mouth immediately, urgently, aggressively.

I almost slide off the stool, but you catch me. I wiggle on the barstool, so my pussy nestles against your boner, thoughts of deadlines, and crabby editors all fading into the background. Right now … all my world is you.

You let out a groan as we kiss. “Finally, I can feel you,” you murmur. “I’ve dreamt of touching you every day for months and months.” You drag your index finger across my cheek. “Your skin is unbelievably soft. So …  wow … like none other I’ve felt.”

I tip my head to the side. “It is very nice to be touching you too. Coconut oil is my secret. Every day.” I sigh as I hear my phone buzz, but I pretend I don’t hear it. “So many video chats float through my head, of times I wanted to caress you after we played.”

“Same,” you murmur against the skin of my neck. “Oh, my fucking fuck fuck fuck. You make me dizzy with want.”

Our mouths crash together as our bodies collide into a tangle of our grasping limbs. Our hands roam and grab flesh as moans escape from our mouths.

Euphoria within grasp.

“Mmmm. So hungry for you,” you murmur into my mouth.

My tongue slides into your mouth and caresses yours as you caress back, I grind my pelvis against your hard as fuck hardon. My hand slides down your shaft and you moan out.

“Oh fuck. I’m going to fuck you into a sex coma,” you whisper in my ear before you bite my upper ear and nibble down to my earlobe. You suck my lobe for ten seconds before trailing kisses down my neck.

I shiver with delight as I lean my head back and arch, forcing my breasts into your face as you travel down the mound of my left breast with kisses, the script of our past sexts repeating in my mind’s ear. You suckle my hard nipple as my hands delve into your hair. I massage your scalp as you let my nipple slip out of your mouth with a pop.

I gasp then giggle.

You devour my nipple again and I squirm against your suck, gyrating and moaning.

Words fail when mouth is on tit. I need to write that down and use it in a story. I stifle my chuckle as you mouth manhandle my peaked nipple with the delicious aggressiveness of a man. Oh, the deep expressed drive of a horny man. Holy fuck me now. Delicious. I ache for your rough strong hands all over me.

“Fuck, I want you,” I murmur as your fingers press into my skin.

Your arm secures my back as I arch further allowing you full access to fully mouth mount tits. You bounce back and forth between them, your hand cupping as you lightly gnaw and suckle.

“I love your nipples so much,” you whisper before you open mouth devour my left one again. “I’d always stare at your pictures on my phone as I stroked my cock.”

“Mmmmm. Don’t stop, Sebastian. It feels amazing.” So relieved. Passion is truly ageless.

You let me tip and my back slams into the backrest of the barstool which opens up access for you to get my pussy. You don’t miss a beat.

I moan as your hand tickles my lower lips, my wetness spilling to your fingers. You slide two in to finger me. “So very very wet,” you mutter.

“Mmm hmmm,” I whisper. “Very wet. Because of you.”

You fingerfuck me fast, keeping your palm open to slap my clit and I moan out. The skin slaps and the slosh of my increasingly wet pussy sound lush and sensual in the silence of the room. Those Cabin Skin Sounds. That’s a hot name for a story.

You straighten up and reach for your wine glass. After dipping your fingers into the wine, you drizzle it along my breasts then hand it to me with a smile.

I take a sip as you quickly lick all the drips that dove down my breasts, sliding to my nipples then down my underboob.

You quickly lick my right underboob than my left. You reach up again to dip your fingers in and this time you smear the wine all across my pussy, purposely lingering over my clit, making me moan.

I set the wine on the countertop as you lower yourself down my body, your mouth open, tongue slightly sticking out as you keep eye contact with me. The first swipe of your tongue along my clit causes me to call out, “Oh fuck, yes.” My entire pussy is throbbing, my vaginal walls flare at the opening as you lick all over my labia lips and clitoris. I want that cock of yours in me. Now.

“Oh, fuck, that feels amazing,” I say as my head falls back. I moan as you push your tongue into my pussy.

You ride my pussy with your tongue in a tongue fuck as I hold your head between my hands, my thighs closing in to squeeze your cheeks, euphoria edging herself over me.

“Come for me baby, come for me, I want to taste your cum on my tongue.” You wiggle your tongue back and forth across my clit then pull all the bits of her into your mouth as I yell out a loud groan.

You stand suddenly and scoop me up, carrying me like a baby to the puffy soft brown and maroon couch in the living room. The fire flickering from the gas fireplace dances across your skin as you lay me gingerly on the couch. It pops and clicks as I nestle into the cushion. I’m yearning to taste your pre-cum. I almost say it but you crash your mouth on my pussy lips so fast my breath catches and I hold it for a few seconds before letting it out in a massive moan. I’m writhing on the couch as you eat me out, your hands mauling my ass cheeks and hips as you shove your face to my pink wetness.

Your hot breath blasts my pussy lips as you say, “Come for me, come for me my sweet sexy goddess of sex. I want to drink your squirt.” Your mouth suctions to my pussy even harder than before.

I grab at my breasts and pinch my nipples, tugging them before smoothing my hands down my tummy to end with grabs of my skin on my lower stomach, just above your bobbing head.

I twist my head back and forth, noticing the wind whipping the tree limbs outside as if a storm is approaching. Mmm…his soft wet mouth on me feels amazing and I’m riding up my climax so fast, fuck! I fall silent as I tetter over the edge and begin the plummet. My legs draw up along the sides of your head, toes curling as my body jerks from the twitches my clitoris is sending out across all of me. My body gyrates forward, at its own volition, my body a slave to my vagina. My stomach muscles clench causing my torso to curl and bounce. My tongue sticks out as I completely unravel, marveling at the point of no control over my own body.

It’s been way too long since a man had his mouth on me. I let out a long slow sigh.

You slurp at my pussy, lapping your tongue along my opening. Your sucking on my sensitive clit makes me jerk back, and you groan out your pleasure.

“You like to make me jerk, don’t you?” I ask in a murmur.

You come off my pussy. “Fuck yes I do.” You lick your lips. “I’d never get tired of making you react. And by the way … you are delicious. You are so sweet tasting.”

“Yes, when I’ve tasted myself, I have always tasted sweet. Maybe because I eat so many fruits and vegetables.”

“Fuck, that’s hot. Keep eating whatever you are eating because … damn that’s good.” You dip your finger into my pussy, and I watch as you bring your glistening finger slowly up to enter my mouth. “I could eat this out of your pussy every damn day. You are so creamy wet. I love it.”

I keep eye contact with you as I suck your finger clean, swiping my tongue all around your skin.

You fall on me heavily, your mouth opens wide on mine and we kiss. Our mouths seal over one another’s, our tongues ride each other, our kiss its own journey.

I suck your lower lip into my mouth and nibble a bit as you moan. I run my hands down your sides, feeling the strength of your abdomen. My fingers roam your strong shoulders, drift down your chest to pinch your nipples, your hard cock nestled against my tummy. When I was younger, I resented male strength because I lacked it, perhaps I even feared it, but now I celebrate it because I accept it. Love on it. Oh, how that strength can love on me … that’s pure lusciousness … divine. Now I am confident in being female. Gloriously so. A gift of maturing.

I give you a happy satisfied smile. “You are next,” I whisper as you pull yourself off my mouth.

“I want to take my time with you and you with me. Let’s savor each other.”

I push you back on the couch, yank your jeans down, your cock springs out of your underwear as I remove the waistband, your cock standing up mostly straight in the air as you lean back. “Just a quick taste.” I grin as I take your cock shaft in my hand. “I love your smooth cock.” I trail my forefinger down a prominent vein on the underside. “Quick taste, real quick, I promise I won’t make you spill cum, yet.”

“Mmmm. I won’t argue with that,” you say. “Quick taste that is.” You smirk.

I open up my mouth, sticking my tongue out before I circle your cockhead with the tip of my tongue, running my tongue along the underside of your swollen boner. I seal my mouth around and suck you as I stroke you with my hand at the same time.

“Mmmmm,” I say as I suck you.

“Oh, fuck yes,” you say. “Make that sound again, that feels amazing as you suck.”

“Mmmmm,” I hum louder.

Your head has fallen back, your eyes close. Your hands reach for me roughly and you grab all my hair into a ponytail as I ride you with my wet warm tight mouth.

I sense you tense, and I come off your cock with a mouth pop.

I giggle as you chuckle.

“Yeah, I don’t want to come yet. But that felt beyond amazing. Better take a break or I’ll blow all over your face.” You push yourself up to sit upright on the couch, your delicious man buns naked on the couch.

Can’t wait to see those buns of yours.

You finger the waist of your jeans. “I’ve dreamt of your mouth on me for months. Every day and night I dreamt of you.”

“Same. Now. Maybe we take a wine and cheese break. I have some sausage, jalapeno poppers, which are now probably cold, an olive tray, and a fruit platter.” My stomach growls a tiny complaint. “I bought steaks to grill later.”

You grin at me. “You need it. Yeah. I heard that.” You chuckle poking at my belly. “Too sweet. Sounds good to me too. I’m really famished. Both for you and for food.” You stand to wiggle your pants back up.

I stand up too, me naked and you now clothed as you fasten your jeans. “Tight fit,” you mutter. “Look what you do to me.” You lay your hand alongside your engorged shaft pressing out your jeans.

“Well, fuck. I love that look. But if it is uncomfortable, go naked then.” I grab my robe and slip it on before we both stroll over to the kitchen island.

“I just might.”

I eye your butt as you turn.

“So, you like to cook?” you ask with a satisfied grin, walking funny due to your hardon filling up your jeans.

“Yes, very much so.” My eyes fall to your hard cock pressing out along your lower abdomen. I can’t look away.

You notice my line of gaze and a look of sheer giddy lust plays across your face. I return your naughty smile.

“You can edge the fuck out of me, however you see fit. I’ll stay hard usually for round two so if you slip up and make me come, no worries. But I love edging though because I get so explosive.” You pop a slice of sausage into your mouth.

“Yeah, that happens to me too but with being a woman, multiple orgasms, it’s a given if keep going.”

“You ladies have it nice.”

“Well, that’s true, but it’s also much harder for women to come. It’s always a given with men. And early on.”

“By sheer anatomy, that’s true. But I’ll always enjoy giving you multiple even if I’m done. I have a mouth and two hands.” You raise an eyebrow at me. “But I usually stay hard for round two and sometimes three.”

Well, fuck. I need him in my life. Like bad! I bite my lip and turn around to the fridge to pull out the olive tray. I pull up my robe to flash you a shot of my ass, complete with a backward butt twerk. “You cook much?”

You let out an audible sigh. “Fuck, I love your ass. It’s perfect.” You tet out a whistle. “I cook a little. My mom and grandma taught me a few things when I let them. Italian women are obsessed with their cooking but boy, would they bicker about who had the best red sauce recipe.”

I smile. “How nice though that you have memories of them teaching you.”

“Yes. Such good memories because I got to eat it afterward.”

I chuckle. “Good food is memorable.” The cold air seeps out of the fridge and gives me hard nipples and goosebumps. “I bought edible chocolate body paint for the weekend too so we can paint and eat it off each other.”

“You are a sexual genius, my love,” you say as you shove a jalapeno popper into your mouth

“Want me to warm those up?” I ask with a tick of my head towards the microwave.

“Naw, they are delicious just like this. You make them?”

“Yep, I did. I wore my gloves like a good girl. Once I didn’t and then took out my contacts. Oh fuck, that was a big mistake. My eyes stung. And another time, I forgot and touched my pussy after chopping hot peppers. That was a big mistake too! Damn!”

You are cracking up. “That’s one hot pussy!”

I smirk. “Funny,” I say with a smile that just hasn’t left my face since our oral sex feast. “Sometimes I learn the hard way.”

“Me too.” You grab a big blue cheese stuffed olive off the tray before I even set it down.

I slide onto my barstool and reach for my wine. I hold up my glass towards you. “Cheers to an impending weekend of amazing sex, good food and conversation, and bed fucks and snuggles.”

You grab your wine glass, and we clink our glasses and drink, keeping eye contact as we sip. “You mentioned sex twice.”

“Oh? Did I?” I give a flirty laugh.

“Oh, yes you did and I love it.” You tap the counter with your index finger.

“Good. So do I,” I say as I snag an Italian dressing soaked olive off the tray and pop it into my mouth.

“So, you going to write the story of our weekend? I hope you do.” Three more olives find their way into your mouth and you chew heartily. “You have my enthusiastic permission to use me. Both all weekend and in a story.”

“Yeah, I might write one. If you want that, that is.”

“Oh, I want it. I would love to read it and know others are reading it getting hot, but knowing I was the one who got do it all with you. Make it as autobiographical as you want.”

I raise both eyebrows. “That’s true. I could write it. That is pretty hot. I hadn’t thought of it that way. I thought maybe you’d think of it as an invasion of privacy.”

“Hello? Hell no. Tell them all about it. I’ll get extra hard reading it, remembering this weekend. Then you need to read it. It’ll be like a video of the weekend reading it.”

I laugh. “Okay, if that’s what you want. I’ll tell the world.”

“Oh, I want it very much.”

I take a sip of wine and smile after I swallow it. “Okay. I’ll do it.” I suck my lower lip into my mouth. “I’ll take notes as we take breaks. Keep it fresh and real and live.”

“Nice. Fuck that’s turning me on even more to think about.” Your hand swipes over cock.

I bite into a popper and it squishes spicy creamy cheese and juice all over my tongue. After I chew, I say, “Mmmm. I love these things.”

“They are awesome. I could eat the whole tray.” You wink at me. “But I won’t. I am a glutton, but I share.”

I finish the popper and take one more. “The rest are actually yours. I’ve had my fill. I ate a few to taste test them earlier after I made them.”

Your eyes go big. “Oh, I’m in.” You shovel them on to the little plate in front of you that’s already covered in cheese, sausage, crackers, and olives. “A feast.” You laugh and point at your plate.

I grab a strawberry and pop it my mouth as I nod. “Looks perfect. Eat up. Get some energy. I want to use the fuck out of you.”

“You know just what to say,” you declare as you attack your plate.

I slip off the barstool, still chewing the sweet strawberry. I walk towards the bathroom. “Bathroom,” I answer the questioning look on your face.

You nod.

I pause. “I had an just idea from your video comment. I brought my tripod. Would you want a video of us fucking? We could each have a copy to keep.”

You almost spit out your food. “Would I? Oh my God. You are a dream come true. I’d love that.” You grin, blue cheese dribbling down your chin. You swipe it with a napkin. “I was actually hoping we could do a photoshoot and I can help you take some pics and keep copies of them of course. If you are okay with that, that is.”

“Oh, wow. That sounds very erotic. Then we fuck. A photoshoot would make great foreplay. I like that idea a lot.” I do a little jump, my tits bounce as I do, a little clapping with jumps slaps my breasts against my abdomen. “Oh, yeah. This will be so fun!” I hurry off in a jog to the bathroom listening to your laughter belting out behind me.

“Might need a game of chase around the cabin too,” you holler after me.

My breath catches in my throat. “Fuck yes!” I yell. Oh, my Gawd! I will wet myself down to my toes if he does that to me. Just need to get him to spank me too and I’ll be a pile of cum mush.

When I return to the kitchen, you have finished your plate. “Full?” I ask. You have eaten half the fruit plate too.

“Yes. I’m good.” You dab a napkin at your mouth. “You full?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Cheese fills me up quick.” I take a generous sip of wine.

“I’ll chase you and treat you like the bad girl you are.”

I clit twitches as my eyes dart your way. “Oh? Chase me now?” My eyes stretch wide open.

“I know what you want. Remember, we’ve been chatting for months. I know your role play fantasies and I intend to fulfill them all.”

I let out a sigh. “Well, fuck me. Then.”

“I won’t hurt you much, but I’ll definitely redden that bottom, then fuck you. Take you like a caveman.”

Butterflies spin in my gut before it bottoms out. “Damn,” I say as my pussy lips flare. “You are going to make me cum again.”

“All weekend. All weekend. You are going to be wasted on endorphins.”

I raise my glass. “And don’t forget wine. I’ve got lots of wine and rum to make hot toddies. And we can order more if we need it. I checked. Deliveries will come here.”

“Good. Now you’d better set that glass down because I’m going to chase you and take you as my own personal naughty cumslut.”

I freeze as my eyes flare open.

You jerk and I flinch.

“Go,” you command with a lusty grin.

Oh fuck! My heart begins to rage pound. I swallow the last bit of wine swirling in my mouth and I run for the bedroom. My tits are flopping as my pussy lips slide across each other as I dash forward. I’m gasping, panting as I jog, but your height and size makes you a beast and you grab me by the arm before I even reach the bedroom door.

You free hand swings and delivers wild slaps to my ass through my robe as I squeal and scream out. You pull me to the bed and force me to lay on your lap. Pulling up my robe to bare my ass you lay spanks across one cheek than the other as I squirm on your lap, my pussy lips slide across each other, slick as I wiggle.

I raise my ass up, presenting it to you as you continue to slap. The slap sounds ring out taking up all the silence of the room except when you grunt, or I moan.

Your fingers of your non-spanking hand tickle into my pussy lips meeting my excessive wetness. Falling victim, overcome, my resolve comes undone, my climb to orgasm skyrockets as you simultaneously spank my ass and finger my pussy.

I moan out as you manhandle me, I’m loving both your sweet tender touches and your aggressive ones, blasting me at once into euphoria.

You stand, lifting me to my feet. “Bend over you bitch whore. I’m going to fuck you from behind, slam into those red ass cheeks.” You push on my back to bend me over the edge of the bed. You lay a few more spanks across my cheeks causing me to recoil and my pussy lips to flare as I draw in a quick breath.

You tickle your cockhead at my pussy lips and press your boner in to penetrate me.

I groan. “Oh, fuck yes. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard.” I grab the comforter on the bed and squeeze. “Please,” I beg. “Give me that cock and fuck the shit out of me.”

You lay a slap on my ass again as you pump into me quickly, harshly, causing my pussy lips to squeeze at my clit just as I’m being slammed into the mattress.

I glance sideways and the black paddle catches my eye. The paddle I bought for the weekend. Something I’ve never had done, yet yearn to try. I glance over at it on the nightstand, hoping you’ll notice my stare.

You are busy cock slamming my pussy, so you don’t notice my glance, so I point at it, look back at you and nod.

Slowing your pumping into me, you ask, “Are you sure, mommy?”

I nod. “Yes, daddy,” I whisper.

You pull your cock out of me and retrieve the paddle, your soaking wet cock swinging deliciously as you walk.

I watch you grasp the paddle’s handle and squeeze my labia lips in response.

You return to me and I hold my breath as you raise your hand up. You bring the paddle gently to my ass cheeks and rub it slowly back and forth.

I close my eyes as the paddle leaves my skin.

Smack!

The sound of it slapping my skin is almost as shocking as the sting it creates. You draw your hand up again and slam it down on my ass causing me to flinch.

“Oh, my Gawd,” I whisper.

“Fuck, this is making my cock harder.” You grunt.

You bring it down on my ass cheeks once more as I yell out. Pause. Then you slam it onto me again and again.

I flinch each time and the force of the slap reverberates to my pussy. FUCK! Paddle on already spanked skin … damn. This hurts but it turns me on so much. As a punishment, this must be naughty delicious. I gasp. Will you smack my ass again?

You drop the paddle, and relief floods me, it hits carpet with a thud, and push your cock back into me.

I melt into the bed as you pump fast and hard, slamming my clit.

I’m so high as you growl as you pound, moaning and whimpering as you take me. Every cell of me feels the primal nature of this and I’m about to tip over, my want maxed out at being taken, I crash into convulsions, my body shaking against the bed as you pound me harder. I fall silent and spill cum all over your hard cock. My vagina contracts sending so many convulsions through my body that I can’t even count them. My pussy pulls at your cock with each one.

“Mmmm,” you moan. “Fuck.”

Wetness builds in my vagina.

I’m shaking as your hand caresses my back, my whole pussy throbbing.

“Fuck yes, that was so hot,” you say as you continue to slow your pumping. But then you start thrusting hard again. “I can’t believe how I can do this to you. Oh shit. Oh fuck.” You speed up your thrusting, and say, “Fuck … I just can’t stop. I’m going to come again.”

My clit is quivering, so sensitive I cry out as you fuck me harder and faster from behind. I’m digging my fingernails into the comforter so much I fear I will make holes. My body is still shivering, jittery, my breathing finally slowing.

You mutter things I can’t understand as you pound so fast, my ass is jiggling like I’m being shaken hard. Another round of wetness fills me as you sigh.

“Holy fuck,” you mutter. “Fuck.” You slow your pumping into me. “Oh, my God. I came so much.” You fall silent for half a minute. “Did I hurt you?” Your voice is filled with worry. “Fuck. I got so carried away. Are you okay?” You gingerly touch the tops of my ass. “I made you so red.” You lean down and gently kiss my reddened cheeks as I flinch even with that light touch.

“I’m okay,” I whisper. “Thank you. Being taken makes me come so hard. Something about that aggression. That extreme uncontrollable lust. That gets me.”

You scoop me up and lay me on the bed. Crawling up to join me, you have concern plaguing your eyes. You settle in next to me and lift my chin, so our eyes meet. “Tell me the truth. Did I go too far?”

“No, I came so hard. Oh, my Gawd. I’ve never been paddled before. It was so powerful, fuck.”

“But you are okay?” Your thumb strokes my cheek. “That’s what I need to know.”

“I’m okay. Really I am.” I smirk. “I don’t know why but being taken like that turns me on. Dark fantasy I guess.” I smile. “But so do other things, so I don’t need that all the time, but I’m really glad we did it together.”

You let out a sigh. “Oh, thank God. I was so afraid I went too far. I got pretty riled up. That was so fucking hot.”

“Yeah it was. And yes, you did.” I let out a sigh. “My skin stings like a motherfucker, but that was hot as fuck.”

You pull me close and we snuggle, your cock semi-hard. “I want us to be each other’s fantasies. Maybe ones we’ve never tried in real life, but we’ve always wanted. That okay with you? But we still have our rules.”

I nod against your chest. “Yes, our rules.” I cringe. Some wants don’t mesh with reality at all. “I’m game if you are.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m feeling sleepy after than big load and all that … spanking. How about a nap?”

“I’m in. We are in the right place for it. Let’s get under the covers though.”

We sneak under the covers, my skin still tender as the blankets fall on me.

“And you are sure I didn’t hurt you too bad?”

“Don’t worry, Sebastian. I’ll be fine.” What a sweet man.

“Okay, Ruan. But I think the paddle goes in the drawer for the rest of the day, or possibly the weekend.”

“I’m good. But yes. We can move on to other fantasies now.”

“Sleep good,” you mutter as you kiss my forehead.

“Sleep good.”

 

 

 

The first thing I notice when I wake is my stinging ass. I grin and silently chuckle as I gaze at you still asleep. I slip out of the bed, slowly, and grab my terry cloth robe off the hook in the bathroom. Walking out into the living room, the streams of sunlight bounce off the glittery white candles on the coffee table, glinting brilliantly off the shards of glass. the bowl of scented pinecones nestled next to them delicious as I breathe their wafting aroma deeply in.

I touch the cool glass of the window. I thought this weekend would never work, but here we are doing it. The leaves on the trees in the backyard all red and yellow already, catching the sunlight in the webs of their dying foliage. In this way, death is beautiful, or maybe its more like sleep is beautiful.

Your hand drops to my shoulder and I jump and spin around. “Oh!” I exclaim. “You scared me.”

“I woke and was missing my sex goddess angel next to me, so I came looking for you.”

“Just looking at this beautiful view. It’s stunning out there.”

“It’s stunning in here.” You snake your hands into my robe and cup my right breast. “Let’s sip some more wine by the fire, shall we? Before we grill?”

I nod. “And before you feel the need to ask, I’m still fine. I’ll recover just fine. It’s just skin.”

“I know, but … l … ”

“No buts. Not that kind of but.” I giggle. “No apologies. Only sexy talk. Fucking. And fantasies fulfilled. Okay? And, plus, I asked for it. Remember that.” I point my index finger at his face.

You nod. “Okay. I’ll buy that.” You grab my hand and lead me to the kitchen. “You plan any dessert besides the chocolate body paint?” You scan the full countertop.

“Oh, yes. I have brownies and cheesecake, for whenever we want them. Remember I arrived two days before you. I’ve been cooking. Planning our meals.”

“You are so amazing. I can’t wait to taste more of your cooking. I love a woman who can cook. My cock and my stomach. You own both of them.”

I press my lips together to prevent a giant smile from erupting. I pat the barstool and you take a seat. Swiftly I grab the wine bottle and refill both our glasses. “Let me prep the rolls while you sip wine, then we can go to the couch. We can relax. Enjoy the fire and the view.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

I grin as you are picking at the fruit plate and popping grapes and pineapple chunks into your mouth.

I giggle. “You will taste sweet now.”

“Oh, I bet so,” you say with a big grin. “I have a pineapple fetish for that reason.” Your hearty laugh fills the already warm kitchen with warmth and brilliant sound.

“You are a pleasure.”

I smirk as you examine a strawberry before shoving it into your mouth.

I bite my lip with a chuckle as I spray the pan with cooking spray, then lay out the frozen rolls evenly across the pan. “I think these need like three to four hours to rise and thaw, so it should be perfect timing.” I cover the rolls with a sprayed sheet of kitchen wrap.

“What else are we having chef?” He slides a slice of kiwi into his mouth.

Who knew a man eating fruit could be so erotic? Fuck!

I swallow my lust and say, “Tomato, basil, and fresh mozzarella salad with marinated mushrooms and balsamic vinegar drizzle Plus, smashed little baked potatoes laced with garlic and butter.”

“Well, damn. That sounds amazing. I can’t wait.” Your eyes flare big as you lick juice off your full upper lip.

We drift to the couch, wine glasses in hand. We cuddle up on the couch, each taking sips of wine in between touching each other.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

“Same,” I whisper.

“Okay. So, it’s only early on day one and we christened the living room and the bedroom. So … how many rooms left? I guess I haven’t taken the time to look around.” You swivel your head to gaze about the cabin.

I giggle. “Well, you’ve been too busy eating and fucking and sucking to do so.” I bite my lip as I gaze into your eyes, so brown and warm and kind. “There’s another bedroom and an office. The office is an office and exercise room combined. Then there is the little heated pool in the backyard and the hot tub too.”

“Perfect.” You grin as you touch my cheek. “We also need to watch porn and fuck.”

I giggle. “We have a lot of plans. We might need another weekend.”

“Oh, yeah. I would love that. I’m totally in.”

“Me too,” I say with downcast eyes. “No strings. We agreed. But we enjoy each other and whatever the future brings, it brings. It’s just about us having sexy fun with each other.”

You nod. “Yes. Agreed.”

“Okay. Off that and back to sexual programming.” I grin. “What’s next oh sex guru?”

“I think you are the guru. But I’d be up for some naughty stepmom and stepson role-play or the pool or the hot tub or … I bend you over the desk in the office … we fuck by the fire … make our homemade porn.”

I laugh as you rattle them all off. “You’re not excited, are you?”

“Oh, fuck. I’m so excited.” You point to the giant bulge in your pants.

“Mmmmm. I see that. Mama likes.”

“MILF and stepson it is! Oh, fuck yes!” You clap your hand on your thigh. “My sexual fantasy coming to life.” You sit up straight. “How about you are messing around in the kitchen and I come up behind you and pull your pants down. You can act however you want. Be shocked, slap me, you know, or hump me back with your ass.” You laugh. “Ladies choice on how it plays out. I just want my cock in you somehow way shape or form, mommy.”

“That’s a given.” I raise my eyebrow and give you a smirk.

“Okay. Let’s finish our drinks and get to it. I’m horny as fuck for you.” The twinkle in your eyes stirs the butterflies in my gut.

“I’m pretty sure that look is making my pussy leak on this couch right now.”

Your hand goes right to my pussy and you probe your fingers into me.

“Yep, you are crazy wet. Yummy.” You jerk your head as you say “yummy”.

You pull your hand away from my pussy. “I’m going outside. You go make something in the kitchen and I’ll walk in.” We both stand. “I’m your stepson and my dad isn’t home. I’m just home from college.”

“I’m going to change for effect. So, give me a few minutes.” I smile at you as you set your glass on the island in the kitchen.

“Will do. I’ll take in the scenery out front.” You close the door behind you with a saucy look back at me before you pull it shut.

I scurry to the bedroom and grab my little black dress from the closet. I slip it on, remaining bra-less and commando. I slip into some black heels like I’m just home from work. The dress fits snug over my hips and ass, and chest as I smooth it down my body with my hands. I dash to the bathroom and add some powder to take the shine off my face. Giggling in the mirror, I adjust my dress to show maximum cleavage.

I walk hurriedly as I can in my heels, my dress inching up a bit as I take bigger steps than I should. I want to get in place before he comes in. In the kitchen, I grab a knife and bend over to look for the salad bowl, because I really need one for dinner. As I’m bent over, a hand slips inside my dress and cups my ass cheek.

I jump. “Oh, fuck. You scared me! I didn’t hear you come in.” I glance back at your hand shoved up my dress. “Um … ”

“Where’s Dad?” you ask with a lusty smirk.

“He’s … at the store buying lumber for the bookshelf he’s building me.”

“I have lumber for you, mommy.” You slip your other hand up my dress so both hands are holding an ass cheek.

“Your hands are … I mean, what are you doing, Sebastian?” I straighten up and try to turn around, but your hands slip out of my dress and grip my biceps, forcing me forward over the counter.

“What are you doing?” I fake my complaint in an appalled voice. “You can’t do this. I’m your stepmom. Sebastian, no!”

“Yeah. And I’ve seen you floating around the house in barely anything. Flaunting, teasing, egging me on. You turn me the fuck on, mom. Dad doesn’t have to know. We can just fuck. You know. Get off.” You slip my dress up and bare my ass. “Oh, I see someone has been naughty. My dad spank dat ass red?”

“Yes, he did. This morning.” My tits press into the counter as you press on my back.

“Did you get off? Did you come pretty for Daddy?”

“I did. Yes. I smeared his cock good.”

“Good. Now you can smear mine.” You rub your hard cock along my ass crack. “I wanna give you a spanking, but I’ll save that for next time, given your flaming red right now. I’m not sadistic.”

“We can’t do this. Your dad will never forgive us.”

You laugh and run a hand down my back, neck to top of my ass crack. “I don’t hear any refusals, only fear of getting caught.” You push my dress up further up the middle of my back. “I really wanna see your tits. I’ve seen your nips through sheer shirts but never have I see your nipples in the flesh.”

I pause and let you slide my dress up and over my head, tossing it behind you as you spin me around.

“Fuck. You have the best tits. Damn, mom.” You cup my breasts and I try to lean back as your open mouth lands on my right nipple.

“We can’t do this. Sebastian, we just can’t do it. I … fuck, that feels amazing. But we need to stop.”

“How about we just be mouth buddies?” you say before you consume my breast with your mouth.

I glance your way and catch my gaze in yours.

You give me a sexy grin. “I’ll eat you out. You suck my cock. We call it done.”

I tilt my head to the side, press my lips together. “Okay. So that’s it then. And we don’t tell your father. Ever. Our secret forever.”

You grin at me, hook your hands under my armpits and lift me up on the counter. “Now no pussy juice on the cutting board, mom.” You pull the cutting board out from under my ass.

“Yes, sir.”

“Call me daddy, mom.” You lean into me, lining your mouth up with my pussy, pushing my thighs back to open up me up wide for your tongue. Your hot breath on my pussy a humid promise of wet licks, I lean back and dip my head downward towards my chin. “Fuck. I’ve been watching you for the past three years parading around hot as absolute fuck. Now that I’m eighteen, I’m gonna take you, mom.”

I press slightly on your head as I scoot back.

“You really want me to stop? I bet I’m way better than my dad is at this. Wanna find out?”

I droop my shoulders and stifle a grin. “Yes. Yes, I do, daddy son sir … I mean daddy.”

“That’s better. Now get ready to squirt all over my face. I’m kickass at eating pussy.”

Your mouth crashes on me, sucking the loose flesh of my clit right into your mouth.

OMIGOD yes!

I gasp as your hands firmly grip my hips and you push your face smashed into my pussy. My hands fly to your hair and I press my fingers into your scalp as I moan. “Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.” My heartbeat flutters in my throat as you devour my pussy, hungry as fuck.

You wiggle your tongue back and forth across my erect clit, lap your tongue along my slit before forcing your tongue into my vagina. You tongue fuck me for about a minute, while wiggling your thumb flat against my clit. You situate your mouth directly over my clit. As you take my flesh into your mouth, your fingers sink into my pussy.

I groan loudly, lean, drop my chin to my chest, and then tilt it back as I moan out and whimper.

You are mouthing me so aggressively, and you have me pinned to the counter, I try to scoot away but I go nowhere.

So …  intense I want to squirm away, yet I want to let you overwhelm me, take me. OMG fuck! So fucking intense …

“I’m going to cum … I’m going to cum … oh, my Gawd!” My climax peaks, my euphoria speckled with fear … this is gonna be a big one … and I topple over it as you force me to come. My limbs draw up to my body and my body jerks repeatedly as my vagina convulses as I come hard.

You slurp up my cum out of my pussy, moaning as you do, squeezing your fingers into the skin of my ass as you nod your head up and down so that your tongue follows in longer swipes.

I cringe when your tongue touches my clit. “Oh,” I exclaim and jerk as you press your tongue against my sensitive clit, my arms stiffening as I tip my head back.

“Mmmm. That good, baby?” you ask as we finally make eye contact.

I sigh. “It’s so sensitive, it almost hurts. Fuck.”

“Means you came hard. I love it.” You stand up and pull me close for a kiss. “Dad ever make that happen for you?”

“Well, not so much. Not that strongly. He usually comes too fast.”

“Well, he has a tongue, doesn’t he?”

I giggle. “Not like yours apparently. The good tongue genes skipped him.”

You grin, cup my head in your hands and kiss me deeply.

I pull back and whisper, “That was exquisite. Amazing. Verging on divine. Thank you.”

“My absolute pleasure. I love eating pussy. That’s real me. Not role-play me.” You grin.

I push you back slightly and slip off the counter and drop to my knees. I undo your pants and tug them down. Pulling down on your underwear elastic makes your hard cock spring out in my face, just missing smacking me.

We both chuckle as I grab for your still bouncing cock.

I grin up at you as you are clearly helping it swing more.

“Can you catch me?” you ask with a huge grin.

I grasp your hardon like a vice in my hand and you groan.

“Fuck yes I can,” I mutter as your hands finger into my hair. You pull my hair into a ponytail and hold it as I take your cockhead into my mouth.

I suck your head hard as I rub your shaft with my right hand, my left firmly holding your hip. I push you against the counter and travel my tongue along the ridge under your meaty packed head. I pump my mouth then drag my tongue up and down your shaft, ending with a hard suck of as much of your cock as I can fit into my mouth. When I’m about to gag, I slip off.

You cup your hands under my armpits to get me to stand, then you flip me into your spot against the counter and push me down on the countertop. You tease your cock at my pussy lips and penetrate me from behind.

You thrust into me slowly, then ramp up to fast and hard rams.

“Oh, fuck me. That feels so good. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” I press my hands flat to the countertop for some resistance as you pound away at me. I’m climbing my orgasm climax again as you ejaculate inside me, then slow your pumping.

You rest your forehead on my back and plant kisses before standing up. “You are so luscious mom. That was such a good fuck. You need to let me do that again and again. We’ll never tell. Dad doesn’t need to know.”

I spin around and look you straight in your eyes. “Right. Son.” I smile and giggle. “Well that was hot and fun.”

“No shit,” you say with a huge grin. “More drinks. Maybe we could take a soak in the hot tub before we grill.” You are already pouring us each a fresh glass of wine.

“I’m in. Naked. Right?” I raise an eyebrow at you. I resist the urge to dab napkins on myself. Gazing into your eyes, I like your cum draining down my thighs.

“Of course, naked,” you say as you pick up both glasses and head towards the sliding door out to the hot tub. “If you put a suit on, I’ll just immediately take it off of you.”

I chuckle. “Oh, I have like zero doubts about that. I’ll get the towels and meet you out there,” I call as I scamper to the master bathroom. I pull out two towels and check my phone for messages on the counter. I have a call from a friend and an unknown number. I roll my eyes. “I’ll check you later.” I tap my phone closed. Running a washcloth over my genitals, I smile at myself in the mirror, slip my dress over my head, then smooth my tousled hair.

As I walk through the cabin, our words exchanged over text play through my head. How I thought he was joking when he first wanted to hook up with me. Why would a man so young be into me? I had that thought almost daily when we first texted, until finally it sank into my head that this man really wanted me. The real me. ME! Boy, am I so fucking glad I caved to his persistent requests. I know MILF is a phenomenon, but, still, it was shocking and still is, but I’m gonna love the shit out of this, whatever it is for as long as it lasts.

I open the sliding door and you’ve already removed the cover and are soaking in the hot tub. Piles of steam obscure your face. I take a step onto the cold deck boards and shiver as a chilly wind gust thrashes my naked body.

“Brrr,” I squeal. I drop the towels on the table and scramble into the steaming hot tub.

You pass me a full wine glass as I sink into the heated water.

“Ah, this is delicious. Feels so good.”

“Indeed. It feels amazing.” You sip wine, a satisfied grin nestles across your face as you sigh. “See. I knew we’d be compatible. You were so doubtful.”

“Well, yes I was. You know why. We talked about that.” I stare at the water spout spilling water out of the jet on the other side of the tub, it bubbles up as a dome at the top of the water.

“No need to revisit. Just know that I’m loving being here with you and fucking your brains out.” You give me a naughty grin. “What’s next?”

I giggle. “Um. Hot tub relaxing. Then when you are recharged, we still have the office and the spare room to grace with our sexual prowess. But … we might want to eat first.” I scoff. “Plus, there’s tomorrow. But I’m game wherever you are, just we have all day tomorrow too.”

“True. We have time and we’ve already done so much.” You lean over to kiss me on the forehead. “And for dinner, I’m going to be the grillmaster, so if you want to do your salad and potato stuff inside, that will work out.” You secure my arm in your hand to pull me close so I lean my head back on your shoulder.

“Perfect. Geez. This is just perfect. It’s gorgeous here, isn’t it?” I sigh and scan the scenery of the mountains and tree packed slopes, snow already topping the peaks. “I think I could live here.”

 

“Yeah?” you ask. “It is certainly beautiful.” You dip the stem of your wine glass into the water, swirling it around. “It smells really nice out here too. Might be the autumn smell, or the pine trees, but it just smells … I don’t know. Good.”

“Fresh. I think it smells fresh.”

“Yeah, good word for it.”

We finish our wine, French kiss for a few minutes, savoring each other’s wine-soaked lips, warmth and closeness.

“Let me get out first and get your towel ready. I’ll hold it open and you can run into it.” You rise out of the water, I watch your sexy body move with lusty eyes.

“Thank you,” I say. “You pamper me. I like it.” This man is a true gem. And a gentleman, so considerate of me.

I watch you shiver as you dry off and wrap the large fluffy towel around yourself. You hold open my towel and nod.

“Okay. Go!”

I rise out the water and gasp as the brisk wind brutally lashes my skin making it feel brittle. “Oh, fuck that’s so cold!” I squeal as I rush into the towel.

You wrap me up and bear hug me. I just melt right in here.

We shuffle huddled together into the cabin. The heat inside blasts us immediately yet I still shiver.

“So hot then so cold and now warm.” I shudder again. “Okay. Damn.” After my shiver ends, I say, “Let’s get dressed and cook. I’d cook naked but I’m too cold.”

“Mmmm. Maybe we can cook breakfast naked.” You nod with pursed lips.

I nod back. “Good plan.” I give you a little smile and a cock of my head.

Once dressed and back in the kitchen, I start on the potatoes. I flip my phone on to some easy listening music as I watch you out on the patio uncovering the grill. This feels so normal. Whatever that means.

I pull out the bag of mini potatoes from the fridge and wash them, humming while I work drying the potatoes I spin and jump. “Oh, shit! You scared me.”

You wrap your arms around me. “I’ve just been enjoying watching you.”

I snuggle my head against your chest as my arms wrap around you.

Your cock is a rock against my gut and I giggle. “You are hard again? I love it.”

“You make me hard.” You drop your lips to the top of my head. “I can’t help it. You are so fucking sexy. I just want to ram myself into you again.”

I laugh. “Quickie? Then I need to get these potatoes in the oven.” I glance back at the potatoes as you scoop me up in your arms.

“Oh, I have no problems doing a quickie. I can be real quick when I want to be.”

You curl me to your chest and run with me to the office.

Mmmmm. Wow. Even you running carrying me feels like foreplay.

Setting me down in front of the large dark wood desk, covered in only a lamp, a mug of pens, and a mousepad, you give me a deep French kiss. You press your body against me and the edge of the desk pokes its ridge into my ass cheeks.

My pussy is throbbing as you rub my dress up and finger me.

“Mmmmm. So wet so immediately,” you murmur as you kiss my neck.

“You do that to me,” I whisper, leaning back against your arm steadying my shoulders.

You grab my hips and slide me on top of the desk. Teasing your hard cockhead against my pussy lips, you penetrate me.

We both groan out as if it’s the first time we’ve fucked. You pump into me for a short time, then grabbing my hips, you slide out of me and flip me around so fast I barely have time to take a breath. You push me forward onto the desk, my breasts, still covered in my dress smash into the hard surface, my hands smack the wood.

You growl, enter my pussy, and ram yourself into me as I moan.

“Oh, fuck yes, Sebastian. Fuck me. Oh, fuck yes. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” I chant as you thrust into me

You grab my right arm and bend it, pressing it to my lower back as you pound into me ferociously

This makes my breast move more upward and wildly swing … probably more visible to your eyes this way.

The hard slams reverberate through my clit and your cock rubs my G spot so aggressively, I’m almost close to cumming with a quickie. Now that’s talent! Fuck me!

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Please. More. Yes.” I lift my head and you grasp my hair, pulling my head back. I fight you but lose as my head tips back further.

“You are mine,” you say.

You pound me so fast and hard I slam into my orgasm and to my surprise, I come as my body gyrates on the desk. As my pussy squeeze-grips your cock, extra wetness floods my pussy and I sense your hardon shrinking.

You are panting hard as you lay your head on my back. “Office officially christened,” you say in a breathy voice. “Fuck. You turn me into an animal. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No. You did not. In fact, you made me cum.”

“Ha! Knew it. I know right when it happened too,” you say. “I noticed. I love the way your pussy milks my cock when you orgasm. I literally can’t keep my cum in me when you do it.”

“I like you losing control. It’s hot as fuck.”

You stand and I straighten up and spin around.

We share a peck on the lips.

You grab my hand, and we walk towards the kitchen.

I smirk. “Good thing I fuck myself with toys all the time so I can handle this much sex.” I shrug. “Though if I get sore, it will be worth it.”

You stop walking. “Yeah, but I don’t want that. I want you to enjoy. Maybe we cool it and say save the rest for tomorrow.”

I nod as I pull you forward to walk again. “Maybe. We shall see. We can always do other things if the mood strikes.”

“True. Now. Put me to work. Tell me what to do my sexy chef.”

We work together preparing our meal, you prepping the potatoes coating them in olive oil and seasonings while I work on the salad.

You take the steaks outside to grill as I finish up in the kitchen, a very satisfied and goofy grin on your face as you stride out into the cold wind using your backside to greet the outdoors first. You yell out, “Ah!”, as you venture out in the cold jacketless.

“Good luck in that wind,” I call. I hope it doesn’t kill our grilling plans.

I sip wine and lounge on the couch as I wait for the timer to go off and for you to join me.

When the food is done, we nestle into the puffy comfy couch to enjoy our meal in front of the flickering flames of the fireplace and those of a giant three wicked candle on the coffee table. After enjoying brownies with wine, we mosey off to bed early.

Once in bed, we kiss and fondle each other, nuzzling, snuggling, touching, caressing.

“I want to fuck you again, but I’m going to hold off, so you don’t end up sore. We have tomorrow to enjoy and soreness shouldn’t be a part of it.”

I stick my lip out in a pout. “I bet I’d be fine.” Really, I would be.

“We don’t need to. I want that pussy of yours enjoying every thrust, not cringing it. We wait.” You lift my chin, so our gazes meet. “Okay?”

“Deal.” I give you a small smile. How do you have more restraint than I do? I suppress my chuckle as you caress my hair.

We kiss again and snuggle into a spoon.

“Good thing I’m exhausted. I think I’ll crash fast here, I don’t know about you. I’m full and satisfied.”

Though your semi-hard cock is pressing into my back, really all I want to do is turn and play with it, I sigh and say, “Good night, Sebastian. I loved our fuck fest day.”

“Me too.”

“Sweet sexy dreams,” I say as I hug your arm that is cradling my breasts.

“If they are about you and me, they are.” You sigh. Your hot breath bathes my neck and upper back.

That’s what I will remember. That. And you making me cum. Loving me up and caring. I sigh with a smile as my eyes fall closed.

The light wakes me in the morning. As I glance over at you, your eyes are closed and your breathing slow and even. I slip out of the bed and cover my bare skin in my terry cloth robe. The sunshine streaming into the cabin gives everything an orange-yellow glow, just like the past few mornings. I want to sit with that glow with a coffee mug in my hand.

I set up the mug with mountains on it and choose a dark roast. I push the button and the rich deep aroma soaks so lovely into my nostrils. I breathe deep and sigh. I’ll set up the tripod in the spare room so when he wakes with that raging hardon …

I leave my coffee to brew and grab my tripod setup from the counter. I hustle to the spare bedroom. Assessing the room, the dresser is the best platform for videoing. I assemble the tripod and slip my phone in and aim it at the bed. Laying down, I click the little remote to start recording. He’s gonna wake up hot. Need this all set to go.

I scamper to my phone and watch the recording. I adjust the aim down a bit more and re-record myself. Tapping the video to on, I smile as I watch myself writhe on the bed. Perfect. I can get the whole bed in the frame.

In the kitchen I find my coffee is done brewing. After splashing in some creamer, I settle in the sunshine spilling across the couch. First sip is always … ah.

Before I get half done with my mug of coffee, you call out from the room. “Where’s my sexy baby?”

“I’m here,” I call. “Drinking coffee.” I grin. I know what your next words will be. My heart rate speeds up.

“I have the world’s hardest hardon ready for you. Wanna fuck?”

I giggle. “Yes, of course,” I call back. “I have the tripod set up in the spare bedroom. Want to record our homemade porn this round?”

Instantly you appear in the door frame, like a damn superhero so fast, your hair all disheveled like proper bed head while a massive grin has taken over your face. “Oh? You do, do you. I’m ready.” You sway your hips so your cock floats back and forth. “Ready to become undone and spew your cum again my sexy babe?”

Fuck do you look delicious! “With that, how could I possibly say no?” I take another pull of my coffee and carry the mug to the island. I grab a mint out of the little bowl and pop it in my mouth. “Coffee breath,” I say as you approach me.

“I like your breath anyway it is.” You swipe a mint too and rub my buns through my robe. “Sore ass today?”

“I’m okay.” I smirk. “You wild spanker you.” Well … a little tender, but shhh!

“Yeah. I don’t know that I’ve ever gotten quite that carried away with spanking like that before. You bring out the beast in me I guess.”

“Apparently and I’m all good with it all.” I wave my hand in the air. “So. Let’s go fuck, oh porn star, sir.”

“Yes. I seem to be in deep need to go into you deep.” You swing you cock at me and I grab it. You flinch. “Oh, fuck yes. I need a cowgirl.”

“Yippe kiyay.” I swing my hand in the air in a circle, then drop my robe.

“Oh, nice ass. You wrangle many stallions with that hand?”

“Just aiming at you, cowboy.” I sashay into the spare bedroom with huge swings of my hips, snap my fingers, and throw my arm pointing forward into the room.

“Oh, yes ma’am.”

I grab the little remote. While pointing to the bed, I say, “Make me a saddle my pussy can cling to, will ya?”

You grin and scramble to lay on the bed, cock obediently in the air.

I press the button on the remote to start recording. “Good boy.” I crawl onto the bed and straddle your chest, pressing my bare wet pussy against your skin. I lean down and kiss your mouth, your hands fly up to cup my breasts, then you slide them down to grip and fondle the curves of my hips.

I twerk my ass up for the benefit of the camera, well for the later benefit of us while watching, and squat above your cock.

“Oh, fuck yes,” you say as I grab your cock and line it up with my pussy lips. “Ride me like the wind, bitch.”

“My pleasure, ya bastard stallion.”

You grab up for a grip on my hips and I slap your hands away.

You laugh.

I sit in front of your cock, so it makes a line up my lower back. I lean forward and raise my hips up and down to stroke your cock with the crack of my ass cheeks.

You grin. “Nice move.”

“Shut up and kiss me, cowboy.” I take your cheeks in my hands and plant my mouth on yours.

Your tongue immediately rides into my mouth, so I suck it, then slide my tongue along yours. I take your lower lip in my mouth and suck it, give it a nibble as I continue to gyrate my hips. I kiss your neck and make my way to your earlobe, which I heartily suck and then bite.

You flinch from my bite which triggers your hands to find my nipples. You pinch both my nipples and pull them.

I moan and arch my back, pushing my tits towards your face. Your brusque touch stirs my clit into a twitch. “Clit twitch,” I murmur.

“Mmmm, fuck yeah.” You open your mouth wide and I almost squeal in anticipation as you make my right nipple disappear into your mouth. You suck me hard, pulling my nipple deep into your mouth. Then you harass my other nipple with your mouth.

I switch to sliding around on your belly, mashing my labia lips and clit against you, rubbing myself into a hot frenzy. “I need your cock in me, fuck!” I grab your cock and line it up, lightly I press down, then I slide really quick down your shaft because I’m so wet.

You moan as I bounce on your cock.

I gasp and moan too. “Mmmmm. Fuck that feels so good.”

Your hands fly to my hips, holding me as I ride your cock. Catching my gaze in an eye lock, you firmly hold my hips and thrust up into me.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck yes,” I chant as you pound me from beneath.

 

 

 

Your pelvis rocks back and forth slamming into me as you push my hips down. Your thrusts slam my clit, the harder you pound me, the closer I climb to my orgasm.

“Close,” I whisper in a breathy voice.

“Mmmmm,” you pile drive me from beneath.

Fuck. Such strength.

“Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah,” I chant as I squeeze your shoulders, digging my nails in. “Oh, fuck!” I dwell, savoring this moment … I know I’m about to come and I can’t do anything to stop it. It’s like being at the top of a roller coaster, joy, exhilaration imminent, mixed with a bit of fear wondering how strong this crash will be. My vagina begins contracting as convulsions steal me. I fall forward, losing control of my body as it gyrates forward in a failed attempt to curl. My limbs migrate towards my body, my mouth falls open, my lips purse, my toes curl up as I slam into a series of contractions that squeeze your cock inside me. A gush squirts out of my pussy.

“Yes!” you exclaim. “You squirted!” You pound me for a few more pumps, then while keeping yourself inside me, you flip me to the bed into missionary, shifting us sideways to the video camera.

“Side view now,” you whisper.

My clit is literally screaming at me as you rage fuck me so fast I feel a second orgasm brewing. I gasp. Words are too hard. I whimper and grunt.

You belt out a low deep man growl that makes my clit twitch.

The familiar pressure near my belly button flares as you fuck me fast, hard, and deep. Endorphins are swirling in me. Feeling sleepy, yet fully aroused, I pierce the air with a scream.

Your arms, shoulders, tense further and you just ravage fuck me like an animal, slamming so fast I can barely manage to swallow the feelings are so intense.

I peak and my body twitches, shudders overtake me as I lose all control and my torso scrunches up, my neck curls my head towards my chest, and I can’t keep my tongue in my mouth. Fuck! Bursting through the climax my pussy squeezes you with contractions.

 

You grunt three times and the wetness inside my pussy blooms. Your body relaxes as you slow your pumping down. With a sigh, you roll your body and crash next to me.

We are silent for about thirty seconds.

“Holy fuck. That was unreal. Amazing. So good, oh, fuck was that so good.” I turn to you and we meet our gazes. “Killer combo apparently with your morning wood and knowing we are being recorded.”

You are panting so hard, but a grin breaks out across your face.

“Talk about ‘I’m gonna fuck you like an animal’, holy fuck me, Batman!” I giggle and snuggle into the space between your arm and your torso.

You pull me in so our bodies are flush, all skin to luscious speck of skin that we can possibly align. “I guess sleep gave me some energy. Wow. I like raged.”

“I know, right? And you made me come, twice!”

“Yeah, I have a lesbian friend who always tells me that if a woman comes, try to push her through that sensitive period and go even harder and she will come even harder the second time.” You run your free hand down my hair, rounding down around my cheek, then securing my chin between your fingers, you lift so our eyes can meet. “I guess it worked, huh?”

“Um, totally. No one has ever done that to me before. It was beyond amazing. You are a fucking Rockstar porn star.”

“Oh, damn. Yeah, we got all that on the recording too. Sweet! I can’t wait to watch myself pound you into oblivion.”

“Well, I definitely went somewhere just now, like a dream-like euphoria. Seriously, Sebastian, that was probably the strongest sexual high of my life.”

You grin and squeeze me in a bear hug. “And I want to do it all over again. But if I don’t eat something soon, I might start gnawing on this pillow.”

“Right. Let’s eat.” I roll towards the edge of the bed, searching for the remote. “We fucked the remote lost,” I say with a giggle. I slide off the bed and lower down on my hands and knees and spot it under the bed. I reach for it as your hands grip my hips.

“Damn, that pose is raging my desire to fuck you again. But my stomach is growling something fierce.”

I stand up and play with my lips as I raise my eyebrow. “Maybe I don’t cook naked, I’ll cook in my robe so we can actually accomplish cooking and eating without breaking out into another fuck session.”

“Good idea. I’ll go get something on too because apparently, we can’t control ourselves worth shit.

I tap the remote off to stop recording. “Can’t wait to watch that playback.”

“It’s going to be killer hot.”

I nod. You head over to the master bedroom to get dressed and I make my way to the kitchen.

My plan … to make omelets with lots of veggies, cheese, and ham, and frozen hash browns. The shower hums from the bedroom and I bite my tongue. No, I need to resist the urge to charge in there and join you because we need to eat, not fuck again. Well, maybe we need both. I giggle as I pull the peppers, mushrooms, onion, and tomatoes out of the fridge.

You appear in the kitchen as I finish chopping the veggies into little pieces.

“A fuck and a shower. Now that felt amazing. Unbelievable really. Now, delicious food and you. I might be in heaven.”

I nod. Yep. Same. “I’m having such a fabulous time with you. I’m bummed you have to leave today.”

“I know. It sucks. But no one is stopping us from repeating this, right?”

I smile. “True. Right. And, honestly, I’d really love to if you are game.”

“Oh, I’m more than game. I’m totally in. I’d love to meet you again.”

The look on your face makes me believe you, and the twinkle there sets my tummy into a flurry. “Okay. It’s a plan. Now, for breakfast, it’s omelets and then I was thinking we haven’t gone for a swim yet, so that might feel good.”

“Yes. Perfect. Then maybe we can squeeze in one more romp before I have to leave for the airport.” The lust in your eyes tickles my belly.

“Oh, how I adore your sex drive.” I pour the veggies into the frying pan as I savor that look on your face. “Oh, I do hope we have time to, yes.”

“We can do it. I’ve got my suitcase all ready so I don’t have to do a thing but call a cab and walk out the door so we can fuck up until the cabbie texts me that he is here.”

“Perfect.” Would you stay longer if I asked?

You come around the island and grab a mug to make a cup of coffee with the Keurig.

I crack the eggs into a large bowl, add milk and scramble it aggressively with a fork. The nearness of your body is so comfortable.

“Not sure how often I can swing a plane ticket, but you are always welcome to come and visit me too.” You stir the creamer into your coffee and then raise your eyes to meet mine. “You know that, right?”

“True. I could do that sometime. No strings. Just sex. I get it.” I nod.

You grin at me. “Let’s just say let’s have fun together.”

“Agreed.” I pour the milk and egg mixture into the hot frying pan, add veggies, ham, and cheese. “One mega omelet coming your way.” I peek at the potato cakes in the oven.

“I can’t wait.” You settle at the island on the barstool. “You look like you have it covered but put me to work if there’s something I can do to help.”

“I’m good right now. You enjoy your coffee.”

“Oh, I will, and I enjoy watching you move. You really are so very beautiful, Ruan.”

“Thank you.” I grin at you before I flip the cooked egg over to seal up the omelet. “Almost ready. Do you like ketchup with your hashbrown?”

You gasp. “Is there any other way? I mean, hot sauce would be my second choice if ketchup isn’t available, but I’m a ketchup-a-holic.”

“Oh, me too. Love the stuff.” I dig the ketchup bottle out of the fridge. When I straighten up, your hands fondle my hips from behind and slip into the slit at the front of my robe.

“How’s that pussy? She lonely?” Your fingers quickly find my pussy.

I moan as your fingers play with my lower lips. “Yes, she is.” I lean back against you, nestling my head into your chest.

You embrace me in a hug with both arms around me from behind and I sigh.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist taking a quick tickle.” You release me.

I scoop the omelet onto a plate. “Yeah, we don’t want your omelet to burn.” Scooping the hashbrown quickly onto your plate, I pass it to you and point to the ketchup. “Take you’re your pull of that stuff to your heart’s desire. I can’t take it with me so have at it.” Love a man obsessed with pussy.

“When do you fly home?” You squirt a huge dollop of ketchup onto your plate.

“I’m here for the week. I’ll do some writing on my latest book once you leave. Plus, I have some revisions I need to do on another. So, I will be quite busy.”

“I wish I could stay longer but I’ve got work and no vacation time left at the moment.” You frown as you add one more sploosh of ketchup to your plate.

“I totally understand.” But …

“But I do want to do this again. You?”

“Absolutely I do. I want your cock in me and your lips on mine, your hands on me, and your eyes holding mine.” I busy myself with making my omelet as you take a seat at the island. “And please enjoy, don’t wait for me. I want you to eat it while it’s hot. That’s when it’s the best.”

“Are you sure? I’m totally fine waiting.”

“Please don’t wait. It actually adds stress to me so I’d rather you eat and enjoy then be sitting there starving waiting on me.”

You smirk. “I get that. I’d feel the same way. Thank you. This looks delicious.”

I finish up my omelet and join you at the island. We eat and chat, our playful gazes meeting every so often. We clean up the kitchen, complete with rubs, pinches, caresses, and French kisses, prepping in flirty clothed foreplay for our final fuck of the weekend.

“Okay. A skinny dip in the pool, then a final fuck. Where shall we go? Or should we just make it spontaneous?” I ask.

“Spontaneous works. We christened all the rooms, but, you know, we missed both bathrooms. We might need to take a cabin road trip to each of them to call the cabin fully christened.”

“Good plan.” I start to strip, which takes me only a second to drop my robe to the floor. “Then we can fuck on the fly and see where our bodies take us.” I sprint towards the sliding door. “Last one is in a rotten egg!” I call after me. I glance back and now you are sprinting for the sliding door, gaining on me quick with those long legs. I squeal as I pull the door open race towards the steaming pool.

You have way more clothes on than I did so you are still stripping at the sliding door while I sink into the warm water. “Damn that air is so cold. I’m so glad you took the time to uncover the pool while I finished up the dishes. And you are the rotten egg and I’m all warm and toasty.”

“Oh, I’ll get you my little pretty.” You shuffle quickly over the cold concrete, wincing as you quickly skate towards the pool, the cold deflating your boner a bit.

“Don’t slip!”

You ignore me and run to the pool. Safely sinking into the water, your face relaxes as you sigh. “Ah yes. That’s much better.”

We both twirl about in the water, easily swimming the full length quickly since it’s such a small pool.

“A perfect little pool. This is really all you need for enjoying it.” I glide in the water. “Damn. It always feels so amazing to swim naked.”

“You alone in this amazing cabin the rest of the week seems like such a waste. I should be here to fuck you during your writing breaks.”

I laugh. “I probably would get a whole lot less done if you did.” A look of sadness drifts across your face. “Oh, no! I didn’t mean it that way. I would actually have loved it if you could have stayed all week and I’d love you consuming all my time with sex. I’d really love more of you.”

The look on your face calms into one of lust instead. “Oh, you have no idea how much I wish I could do that. I’d probably lose my job if I don’t show up tomorrow though. They are already laying people off, one screw up and I’ll be the next to go.” You roll your eyes.

“Yeah. Totally not worth it.” I swim to the opposite edge of the pool and you swim fast right at me.

You catch my arm and pull me to you.

My breasts crush into your chest as you press my body to yours. I meet your open mouth and we fall into a deep kiss. I press my tummy to your boner, trapping it deliciously between our bodies.

“Oh, fuck You are so hard again.” I reach down and grab your cock and stroke it in the warm water.

You grab my ass hard and I flinch. You sigh. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You murmur. “See. I did spank you too hard. Damn. I was hoping to bend you over the pool edge and smack that wet ass.” A naughty grin slides across your face.

My pussy flares and my clit twitches. “You still can. I’ll let you.”

“Nah, I’m just gonna fuck that pussy raw instead.”

“One last chance.” I giggle as I run my hand over your wet shoulders and down your biceps. “You are so fucking sexy. I can’t believe I get to fuck you.”

You lean back. “You can’t believe you get to fuck me? What the hell? I’m the lucky one here. You are sexy as fuck. I’ve searched for the perfect cougar, the sexiest MILF and I stumbled upon you. You are literally my fantasy woman.” You lick my lips and poke your tongue onto mine. You whisper into my open mouth, “I’m the lucky one who gets to fuck you. You are a goddess.”

We kiss as your hands press my back so our full fronts touch.

My nipples harden in the cool air as you hold me up out of the water so you can suck me clear to my areolas.

Your tongue rides the bumps on my areola and you snake your tongue along the gathered skin that builds up to my erect nipple.

My lust urges me to give you everything. I want that.

“Mmm. I love your nipples. They are so hard.” You dive your mouth to devour me and I arch my back making my breasts peak for you.

Your other hand massages my other breast. Pinching my nipple, then twisting it slightly with a pull at the end. “We’ve been so busy fucking we’ve forgotten to use all your sex toys.”

I sigh. “Aw, shit. You’re right. But it’s been so good anyway. So good.” I giggle. “But you did use the paddle.”

“Ah true. We aren’t total failures in the toy department.” You trail kisses across my cleavage to mouth molest my other tit. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I reach down and stroke your shaft, your cock at full hardness. I gasp as panic grips me. “We haven’t sixty-nined yet. We need to do that before you go.” Do not cry, squash it.

“Don’t worry baby, we will when we go inside.”

My panic settles as I moan, your hand drifting down through the water to play with my pussy erases my sadness, at least for now. I let my thighs fall open as you slip your fingers inside me.

You rapidly fingerfuck me making the water swirl all around and into me. You kiss my neck and press my clit with your thumb causing me to yell out a loud moan. “Had enough swimming yet?”

“Yes,” I murmur. “I want you to fuck me. I want you in me now.”

You tangle your hands into my hair as we kiss, my hair ends dipping into the water.

I moan dipping my head back, wetting my hair further. How I love your hands in my hair. “Yes,” I whisper into your mouth.

You are fingerfucking me, making the water gush towards my genitals in a rush.

You are consuming me. And I’ll feed you.

You pull me to the pool stairs. As you rise out of the water, the steam rolls off your naked skin in rolling waves, the curves of your ass cheeks undulating as you climb the stairs.

I reach up and cup your right ass cheek in my palm. The cold air immediately makes me shiver. My breasts and nipples tighten even harder in the cold brisk air. I rise fully into the cold and shudder. Skipping the use of towels, we rush to get inside, barely getting the sliding door closed before we tangle ourselves into each other.

You walk us to the fireplace, me walking backwards, you securely holding my back. You gently push me down in front of the fire, our wet skin glistening in the golden glow. You lick the water drops off my breasts and kneel beside me as I lay fully flat on the carpet.

Without words, you lay down beside me, your face even with my pussy. You pull me on top of you, your cock springing in my face. You grasp my thighs in that hungry way that wets me further, you crash your mouth on my wet pussy, your nose nestling between my ass cheeks.

I sigh as I open my mouth and close my lips around your cockhead. I slide my mouth up and down while pressing my tongue to your hardness, feeling it up, caressing it. I moan as you once again take my clit into your mouth, my moans quickly rage up to grunts. I gyrate in motion with you as you take long tongue swipes of my pussy lips.

“My pussy. I’m gonna make you come again.” Your hot breath bathes my clit. You claiming ownership of my pussy makes my clit twitch and throb.

We are writhing against each other’s bodies as we suck, full moist skin on skin, the warmth of the fireplace melting away the cold, drying off our pool water drips as we sixty-nine.

My wet hair clings to my skin. Completely unobstructed by loose hair, I bounce my mouth on your hard cockhead, swivel my tongue all around your head and ride it down your hard shaft in several licks before consuming your head inside the seal of my lips again.

You flinch. Push me off your cock and roll me off in one swift motion. “Ah, fuck. Let me just eat you, need a break or I’m gonna come and I don’t want it to end yet.”

I lay back and my lust envelopes me as does the heat blasting from the fireplace. “I want you all over me. You feel amazing.”

“Mmm. As do you my sexy cumslut.” You nuzzle your face against my thigh followed by the travel of your tongue making a trail of wetness upwards. You whisper over my pussy, “Come for me baby. Come for me. Okay? I want to taste your sweet cum once more.” You pounce on my pussy with your mouth, suctioning strongly to my loose skin making me gasp and moan.

My heart races as you craftily edge me along. I whimper, grabbing at my breasts as your mouth makes wet slurp sounds as you soak my pussy with your saliva. “Yes. Oh, fuck yes.” I scream out when you press your tongue flat on my clit and ride it up and down without lifting your tongue off me. That constant firm pressure gets me, just like my wand.

You press fingers into my vagina, reaching for my G spot as you suck my bits of flesh into your mouth. You come off my skin to say, “Squirt my face, baby. Do it.” You sigh and blow a breath on my clit. “Let me taste your sweetness again.”

My hair falls now that it’s drier, curls flailing on the carpet as I thrash my head back and forth while gripping the sides of your head.

You mouth roughs up my pussy and I fling my arms to my sides and dig my fingers into the carpet. “Aw, my Gawd, fuck. Uh. Ah. Oh fuck.” I moan like you are murdering me as I charge up the hill towards the peak of my climax. Soon I will come for you and grant your wish. I fall silent as I teeter over the edge, crashing off the tip of my orgasm, my body curls, my head dips to my chest and convulsions spill, radiating through my body causing it to gyrate, jerking up and back in waves of intense pleasure.

“Mmmm, yes,” you exclaim as you lick me like a lollipop, then full on suck at my opening.

I push on your head to get you off my clit, but you are solidly entwined, embracing me so securely with your arms around my thighs. Relentlessly you eat at my pussy as I squirm and scream.

“Uh, uh, uh,” I whimper as you suck my sensitive clit. “Fuck!”

You release me and stand up.

The orgasm was so strong, I’m left feeling weak, yet with my clitoris throbbing, and so out of it. Since I don’t move, you scoop me up and carry me. Weaving your way through the furniture in the living room, hugging me close and curling your head down to me while you walk. You carry me like you are stealing me to the master bathroom.

Ah yes. Christen the bathroom before he leaves. So delightfully thorough.

“Can you stand yet?” you ask in a very kind voice that melts me to my core once we are in the bathroom.

I nod.

You set me down and press me onto the counter. Laying on the cool marble countertop, my nipples harden making the skin of my breasts shiny and taut.

My boobs rub forward on the counter as you penetrate my pussy from behind. I lay my hands flat on the countertop and watch your face in the mirror as you thrust into me. My belly hits the cabinet as you pound me.

Your eyes point downward as you watch your cock entering and leaving me over and over again.

I wish for such a view.

The skin smacks echo in the bathroom as do our grunts and moans as we fuck. I go up on my tippy toes each time you thrust into me.

You grunt and pull out of me. Scooping me up once again, you cuddle me to your chest.

“I want to see your eyes in this last moment. Savor the look on your face as we fuck. Dare I say, make love.”

I caress your chest before you lay me on the bed. I smile at you as I spread my legs.

You climb up the bed and give me a short deep kiss and kiss each nipple before lining up your cock at my pussy. As you push yourself into me, I moan out, matching the deep satisfactory sound in your own moan.

Our eyes lock as you pound into me. Your generous gaze cradles my vulnerability before I lose sight of you as my eyes roll back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Look at me, baby,” you gently command. “I wanna see your eyes.”

I gasp and focus my stare to match yours. My climb up this orgasm is a rapid jaunt as our intimacy thickens in our mutual gaze. I lose my grip quickly and again my body is ravaged, rocked, controlled by the will of my clit as she comes on your hard thrusting cock.

I whimper-moan as you grunt and thrust faster. You spill inside me, coating my pussy as your drained cock shrinks inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter as your pumping slows and stills.

You fall on me. The weight of you crushing me, but I’ll take it because soon you will be gone. A wave of tears threatens to push out of my eyes, both surprising and shocking me. I bite hard on this emotion and swallow it down to the blackness hiding in my gut. With every speck of me, I want you to stay.

“That was unbelievable, Sebastian,” I whisper, my clit throbbing out her appreciation. “My clit says she’s happy,”

You roll off of me and I can breathe again. You sigh before you say, “Good. That’s how I want it. Yeah. So beyond amazing. Now that was a spectacular fuck. As if the others weren’t, but geez—zuz fuck! That was killer sex.”

“I know, right?” I turn on my side and snuggle into you, resting my hand on your chest, my head on the crook of your shoulder. “Epic.”

“Next time we do a blindfold. Feather. Massage oil. Sex toys. Maybe explore something you’ve never done. And, ah shit!”

“What?” I ask, somewhat alarmed by the disappointed tone in your voice.

“We forgot to use the edible chocolate body paint!”

I laugh with relief. “Oh, shoot. We did forget that didn’t we.” I nestle further into your skin. “Next time.” The sound of those two words thrills me more than I ever expected them to. Even if we only end up being fuck buddies, I’m thrilled with that.

“I’m sure it will last. I’ll check the expiration date. I can always buy more too.” I close my eyes as my skin savors the feel of yours.

“Yes. Well, hopefully it won’t be too long. I want my cock back in you already and I haven’t even left this cabin yet.”

I giggle and prop myself up on my elbows to look into your eyes. “I really had a lot of fun with you this weekend. Sebastian. Truly I did.”

“Me too. This was a dream come true for me. Being honest here. You fulfilled so many fantasies for me. Next time I’m coming with a well thought out list of activities though.” Your grin is priceless.

I drop my head and laugh. “You’d better.”

You glance at the clock and sigh. “I guess it’s time for me to set up a cab ride.”

“Damn. That’s a downer.”

“Yep, definitely.” You kiss me on the forehead. “But I’ve got no choice, babe.”

“Yup. I know.”

You rise up from the bed to stand. “Better look for my clothes. I think I stripped and tossed them in my frenzy to get out to not be the rotten egg.” You chuckle as you disappear out of the bedroom door.

I pull myself out of bed and mosey to the door frame. I lean against the wood as I watch you search for your clothes and slowly dress. “I hate to see you get dressed,” I tease.

“I know right? But the cab arrival time is short, only ten minutes so I don’t have much time.” You slip on your socks and now your dressing is complete. You open your arms. “Hug me quick in case he’s early.”

I run and you encircle me in a big bear hug embrace.

“Until next time, my love,” you whisper onto the top of my head.

“Until next time,” I whisper into your chest. I lean back and gaze up into your warm brown eyes. “Soon.”

You nod. “Soon.”

Your phone buzzes in your pocket. “Ah, see! I knew it! He’s here already.” You squeeze my naked body to yours, then lift my face to point directly at yours, with both hands on my cheeks.

We kiss deeply, even though there’s a honk from the cabbie.

I pull out of the kiss and reach up to caress your cheek. “Have a safe flight. Thank you for all the hot amazing sex. And the company.”

“And thank you. This has been one of the best weekends of my entire life.”

I smile.

You smile.

We separate and I watch as you walk to your suitcase and grasp the handle firmly in your hand. “I know next time I don’t need this many clothes.”

I laugh. “Right? Goodbye. Stay safe,” I say, cradling myself with my arm under my breasts.

“Goodbye,” you say as you turn towards me. “You stay safe too. And always think of me when you use those toys.”

“Oh, have no doubt, I will.”

Then with a last glimpse of your handsome grin, I wave as you pull the door shut behind you.

I dash to the window and watch the cab pull away. “It was good, lover. Be safe on your own.”

I locate my robe and slip it on. Dancing through the kitchen, I grab the remaining bottle of red wine. I stab the corkscrew in it. As I screw it into the cork, I bite my lip as I recall all our fucking and all the looks you gave me that sent chills down my spine, twitches through my clit, and butterflies around my gut. I pour a very full glass of wine and grab my laptop from the counter. I settle on the couch and open my laptop.

I say to myself, with a greedy grin, “And now, to write our story … ”

THE END.

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