A Furtive Affair

A Furtive Affair

LIFELONG FRIENDS SEAL THE DEAL. Based on a post by Baztrachian [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Baztrachian/works]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/AFurtiveAffair.mp3] at Connected. [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast] [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/AFurtiveAffair.jpg] I was seven years old when our next door neighbors had their first baby. They named her Eden and she was your typical bouncy baby girl but maybe a little on the light side at just under five pounds. By the time she was three she'd been in and out of doctor's offices with growth problems and eventually she was diagnosed with a variation of Turner Syndrome. For the most part it meant that Eden would be a smaller person but it also manifested with a severe scoliosis. Meaning her back was twisting. The treatment was a very restrictive back brace that she'd wear through to adulthood and the once bouncy baby became quiet and withdrawn as the pain inflicted by the brace affected her personality. She could never get comfortable and was always lacking sleep and her parents were at their wits end. Their beautiful baby girl was tearing their marriage apart. One fine Friday Eden's parents needed to take an evening off so they left her in the care of my family. We had a decent enough time with the little girl but as the night wore on she was getting tired. I was reclining on the couch and Eden crawled up on me, laid herself down on me with her belly against mine and where she was finally comfortable she slipped into a deep sleep. I knew how important this was and I put aside my own selfish concerns to let the girl sleep. By the time her parents arrived after 10pm both Eden and I were fast asleep. My mother told me that Eden's mother cried at seeing her daughter sleeping peacefully and it was decided to leave the two of us until the morning. In due time Eden was taking naps with me almost daily. It wasn't uncommon for her to stay overnight on the couch with me so she could sleep. Her parent's marriage situation improved and they had a second baby girl who was perfect in every way. Over the years I saw Eden as 'my' girl and when I left for the Marines my eleven year old girl cried. But with her back being in better shape due to the brace treatment she didn't need me as much as before. Or so I thought. It was eight years before I returned to civilian life and came home to stay. It's not like I didn't get leave every now and again but with the war it was hard to get leave and make the trip home. As fortune would have it I made it home in time for a very cold and snowy Thanksgiving holiday. As a result of the Turner Syndrome my Eden was quite the elf. She was very small but with the obvious fullness of a woman. She had an air of calm about her that I found captivating in an entirely new way. Her back problem and the subsequent treatments had blessedly left her with perfect posture and she was also quite elegant and regal in her appearance. It was a bit of a shock to me when I realized that I was kind of smitten with my long time friend. We didn't have much time to talk in the midst of preparations for the upcoming holiday. Still, we saw each other often enough and smiles and hugs were exchanged almost constantly. Our families came together for what my military mind saw as a joint operation; Thanksgiving dinner. It was a happy and warm dinner and all through the evening I would look in Eden's direction and see her looking back at me. Due to unexpected guests it was decided at the last minute that I'd be staying over at Eden's house for the night. I'd sleep on their couch recliner for the night. I'd slept in worse situations so this was really no hardship for me. After doing my usual bathroom duties at home I went over to Eden's house for the night. I got into my usual night time outfit of a t-shirt and boxers, grabbed a blanket, reclined, and turned on the TV to catch up with the culture. I'd just gotten my toes warm when I heard the sound of light footsteps on the stairs. "Hey." said Eden. She was wearing a flannel sleepshirt and her legs and feet were bare. I found myself pushing away a sudden flood of improper thoughts. I smiled at her. "Hey, yourself. Whatcha' doin' up so late?" She fidgeted as she looked at me. "Can't sleep. My fucking back hurts." There was a question in how she spoke to me. "You need me to hold you so you can sleep?" She practically beamed at me yet her answer was quiet, "Yeah. Do you mind?" "Naw," I said as I help up the blanket for her, "it'll be just like old times." In a flash she scrambled into my lap and settled into her familiar place on my body. Her belly was on mine, her head was on my shoulder with her face snuggled into my neck, and her legs were straddling me. Just like old times. "I missed you." she whispered. "I missed you, too." She tensed up a bit, "Did you meet a lot of women while you were gone?" I chuckled, "I spent most of my time stationed in Saudi Arabia and it's not really a place where you can go on a date. Meaning the answer to your question is no, there were no women in my life while I was gone." "Good." she said as she snuggled up to me and did something to adjust her sleepshirt. We sat there for not very long when Eden's mother came downstairs and found us together. I wasn't immediately certain how Eden's mom would feel about her daughter snuggling with me but she smiled approvingly as she sat down. "I can see Eden's happy to have you home. She never slept as well as she did when you'd hold her." Her mom pulled up a blanket of her own and cuddled up at the other end of the couch as we watched a recently popular drama on the TV. It was probably fifteen minutes later when I noticed Eden's mom slipping into a slumber. It was also about the same time I thought I felt Eden adjusting herself again. And then I felt a warm kiss on my neck. My twenty-six year old body promptly responded and I was a bit embarrassed by a growing firmness between my legs. A firmness that was also between Eden's legs. I thought she was adjusting herself again when I realized she was grinding herself into me. My cock went from firm to hard in a split second! Her head rose up from my shoulder and we looked each other in the eye. She kissed me on the lips and I gently kissed her back. Her mother snorted and caught a breath and we both froze. We both slowly swiveled our heads in the same direction and saw her mother's head loll off to one side as she slipped deeper into sleep. Eden's eyes returned to mine and we kissed again. Then I felt her delicate hand move between us. I felt her fingers move over my boxer shorts and then she found the fly. I caught a breath as her hand slipped inside my shorts and grasped my cock which was standing at attention. She maneuvered it a little until it was freed. Then both of her hands went to my shoulders as she started moving on me again. I felt something soft and silky on my cock and realized that Eden wasn't wearing any panties. "Are you sure about this?" I whispered. She gently nodded and whispered. "I've been sure about this since I was thirteen." She rose up on me and then settled back down neatly capturing the head of my cock in her moist cleft. I fought off my urges and let her take the lead so things would happen at her own pace. I was a little surprised when her body suddenly opened up for me and her hips settled onto mine. I couldn't stop myself from gently fucking her. The two of us moved slowly and gently and somehow I managed to resist the urge to fuck her hard and cum. We stopped a few times and just held each other. I loved simply being aware of her body wrapped around my own. Again we froze as we heard her mother stir. Eden put her head on my shoulder and relaxed herself on top of me. Her mother sat up and got to her feet, gently tossing her blanket on the place where she had been sitting. She moved to the end of the couch where Eden and I were currently involved and gave her daughter a gently rub on the back. Then she smiled at me and mouthed, 'Good night' as she went upstairs. When I heard the bedroom door close I pulled Eden back up to face me and I kissed her as we started to make love a little less gently. It wasn't long before my hands went to her hips and held her tight as my cock spewed cum into her body. Still joined, we both fell asleep. But when the 5am news came on the next morning I felt her moving again. My cock firmed up inside her and we started to move. A few minutes more and I was filling her pussy with cum again. The weather girl came on and chirped about how there would be a light dusting of snow that day. She was just starting to discuss the upcoming clear days when Eden pulled herself off of me. She gave me a chaste kiss and then quietly moved up the stairs to her room. The sun was up and the smell of coffee was obviously close. I stirred and found Eden's mom holding a cup of coffee for me. "I wasn't sure what it was going to take to wake you up." I thanked her for the coffee and she sat down next to me. "I'm glad it was you." she said. I woke up a little more. "I beg your pardon?" She smiled. "I'm glad you were Eden's first. She loves you, you know." Whoa. I'd fucked her daughter and she approved! I sucked in a breath and tried to compose myself. "Ummm." I clumsily sought words. "It's okay, really." she said, "just marry her and give me some healthy grandchildren, okay?" Enemy fire would have been easier on me at that moment! (to be continued) EDEN EXPLORES HER MAN. After Thanksgiving was over I was able to go home and move into my old room. It wasn't really my room anymore but at least it was a place to stay for the time being. Although Eden and I saw each other every day it seemed that we always managed to avoid the topic of what had transpired between us. Mostly because someone else was always present and then we still exchanged knowing glances between us. It was the first week of December and I was outside shoveling snow when Eden's mom drove up the street. I waved at her as she pulled into the driveway and parked. She got out of the car and walked over to me and I put down the shovel. "Eden's father left to go work on the Seattle project. He'll be gone for a week. I'm going to go visit my mother in about an hour and should be back around the same time as my husband." She paused for a moment to see if I understood her. I did but I wasn't sure what I was hearing. "I'd like you to keep an eye on Eden while we're gone. Perhaps it would be best for you to sleep at our house. Naturally, you'll behave yourself, right?" She smiled as she said this. "Yes, ma'am, I'll behave myself." She turned to walk away and then did a little pirouette to face me with a wry smile. "No, don't you dare disappoint my daughter." I have to admit, it's not often you run into a woman who all but asks you to boink her daughter. As a matter of fact I'd never heard of it happening before. Later that afternoon I gathered a few things in my Molle pack and then told my folks I'd be next door. My mom invited me to bring Eden over for dinner and of course I agreed. You'd think I'd instantly have other things on my mind but my new relationship with Eden was something I was still trying to wrap my head around. I knocked on the door and my beautiful Eden opened the door. Her sapphire blue eyes lit up as she smiled at me. With her wispy blond hair framing her delicate features I had a moment where her elfin qualities took my breath away. "I hear you're supposed to protect me for the rest of the week!" she chirped. The door closed behind me and the warmth of her kitchen was a welcome respite from the winter's chill. "Yeah, okay, so what's with your mom?" I asked as I put down my bag and undid my coat. Eden sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and pardon me for a moment if I say that watching her sit down was something special. She didn't so much sit in the chair as she perched on it like a bird. She'd always sat this way because of her back problems but at the same time it was a sight to behold as she'd gracefully execute a few movements and then settle into the chair with her feet and legs neatly folded beneath her body. "Like a couple years after you left for the Corps my mom got it into her head that she wanted to have a lot of grandkids. She talks to me and Callie about it all the time and after she caught you and me together she wouldn't stop talking to me about us starting a family." This was all pretty fucking fast for me and it took me a few moments of silence to consider the impact of all of this. I took a breath and let it out slowly. "It sounds like we're already engaged." I said as I sat down. "I certainly hope not!" she said as she unfolded herself from her chair, "You can propose to me when you're ready but before that happens I want us to have some very inappropriate sex!" She came to me and taking my face in her hands she kissed me. My hands naturally went to hold her and I couldn't help but notice her tight trim body. When we broke our kiss it seemed like Eden just mentally shifted gears. It was as if we hadn't had this moment as she went to make a light dinner for us. We chatted as she boiled carrots and fried a couple hamburger steaks. She opened a bottle of a tasty red table wine and then we sat across from each other as we ate. "This is our first dinner together as a couple." I said. She smiled. "It is, isn't it? Maybe the first of many." After dinner Eden suggested we get 'more comfortable' for the evening. She grabbed my bag and carried it up to her bedroom where she aimed me at her bathroom and told me to change saying there was something in there waiting for me. I went along with her and in the bathroom I found an ankle length men's robe all in black. It was so soft it was almost like wearing a fur. It was also a bit large for me but it was what Eden wanted me to wear so I carried out my orders. When I left the bathroom she was already gone. I heard the TV downstairs playing old school Christmas carols and it was easy to figure out what my next move was. She was sitting on the recliner waiting for me. She had on a bathrobe of her own and her thin legs and bare feet were tucked beneath her as usual. "C'mon and sit down." she instructed me as she unfolded herself to make way for me. I sat down and then I'll admit that I wasn't surprised when Eden went to the wall and shut off the lights. The only light in the room now was coming from the TV and the Christmas tree. She hesitated a moment and stood in front of me. "What do you want me to do next, 'sergeant'?" I was being playful but I'll also admit that I was aware of being ordered around by ninety-five pounds of elf. "Open up your robe." she replied. "So soon? Really?" I teased. I got a critical look in return and then did what she'd asked. I wasn't wearing anything under the robe since it had been the only thing she'd provided for me to wear. She looked at my cock and pursed her lips. "Hard to believe you got that into me the other night!" Honestly, I'm not that big. Not like I check this out but being in the Corps you see a lot of cocks and I didn't have the artillery piece some guys had. Still, it was probably kind of big for Eden. I was just about to make another remark when Eden opened up her robe and let it drop to the floor. At this point I am going to plead guilty to falling in love! The way the soft light of the room played on her bare skin and the way it illuminated her hair made her seem almost mythological. I caught my breath and then was captivated as she gracefully moved onto my lap and then cuddled herself into me as if she became a part of me. Her face nestled into my neck and she whispered, "Wrap me up." Suddenly the oversized robe made all the sense in the world. Again Eden made me marvel at her as I understood she bought the robe with exactly this moment in mind! With her body cuddled up to mine I wrapped the robe around her and we were made very cozy. My hands were outside the robe yet wrapped around her and gently holding her close. It was a unique feeling to not feel her body with my hands yet to feel her bare skin pressed close to mine. My cock was pressed against her belly and her every gentle movement was almost torture. I fought back the urge to just start fucking her and instead did my best to appreciate this moment for the beautiful thing that it was. I also realized what a very special gift it was that Eden had given to me. She'd saved herself for me and the very first chance she had she gave herself to me. And now here she was cuddled up to me with the promise of giving me even more. I kissed the top of her head and she turned her face to look up at me. Her eyes explored my own and then we shared a very gentle kiss. When the kiss ended her hands went to my shoulders and she moved herself up on my body. Looking into my eyes again she bit her lower lip and started grinding her pussy against my cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of her face as her angelic and elfin beauty morphed into wanton carnal desire. Every few moments she'd look in my eyes and her subtle smile gradually gave way to a more serious and more determined expression. Her grinding took on an intensity and her head kept lolling back on her neck. Back and forth her moist pussy ground on my cock. And then I felt her body tense. Her eyes closed and her hips moved a little faster. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders. Then her hips started jerking back and forth on me. She pulled in a shaky breath between her teeth and then her body jerked a few times before she relaxed. I couldn't help but move against her and she pulled in a breath again before she moved up on me. Her wet pussy dragged along the length of my cock until it caught the head of my shaft. "MmmmMMmmmMM..." she murmured as she relaxed her body and slid herself onto my shaft. I gave her a gentle thrust and felt her hips answer me. "This is so fucking great!" she whispered in my ear. My arms held her tight and she groaned as I pulled her down on the full length of my cock. I was now fully embedded in her wonderful body and I held her for a moment to enjoy it. I pulled the robe open and ran my hands all over her bare back. Running my hands down her back to her ass I pulled her up just enough that I could feel where my cock disappeared into her pussy. That did it for me and I started to fuck her. I felt her try to pull herself away a few times and I'd o

The Virgin Couple's Wedding Night: Part 2

A CHASTE COUPLE’S EPIPHANY OF PLEASURES. From the Awakening, By Estcher [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=654156&page=submissions]  Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/TheVirginCouple2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. image [https://64.media.tumblr.com/98d31ea0ab2426cf87be76533153ea74/e2232708649cbcfa-7b/s540x810/1307ec4aabd299d958a78acb06bc259f62e80eef.jpg] Into the Depths He smiled at me and then sat up and knelt before my spread legs. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, just like me. I looked down at his hardness, pointing at my pussy. He held his cock in the middle and pushed it toward my opening. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered, tearing his eyes from my vagina to look at me. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Thank you for marrying me. Thank you for trusting in me. I will never do anything to hurt you. I will protect you all my life. Give you everything you desire. Just say the word and it’s yours.” “I want your beautiful hard cock inside me, Daniel. Make love to me, husband!” We looked, watching, feeling, sighing, as he pressed his large cock to my small pussy opening. He pushed and his large head spread my lips apart, soaked his head in my juices, and his head slipped a little further down, rubbing me in a delightful way, before my vaginal opening trapped his cockhead in place. We looked at each other and grinned and looked back down. He pushed and his cock head entered me. The pressure was more than I had imagined. His hardness bore into me, pushing past my lips and into my tight tunnel. I gasped at the enormity of it. I watched his large head disappear somehow inside me. I could feel him spreading me open. His cock. My cock. The only cock that would ever be inside me. He held himself there and panted. We stared at one another in surprise. “Daniel, it feels so good! You’re huge, baby! Push inside! You won’t hurt me! Push it inside!” We watched as he pushed another inch into me. I moaned at the pressure and pleasure. I felt something small tear and realised what little remained of my hymen was gone forever and sighed contentedly. The pain was nothing compared to the pressure. I squirmed a little, adjusting myself, and Daniel pushed a little deeper. Our eyes were riveted to the scene. Watching our love join in the most amazing union possible. Only two inches were inside me. He pulled back a little and we watched as his cock pulled the lips of my pussy out with him. It looked obscene and glorious. “Daniel, look at you! Filling me and stretching me! Does it feel good?” He grunted and pushed those two marvelous inches back inside me. My wetness lubricated him, and I felt his shaft sliding delightfully inside me. I was so stretched, my clit was touched so very lightly and it sent a ripple of pure pleasure through me. There was no way sex felt this pleasurable, I thought. My head fell back, and I moaned, the sound escaping me of its own volition. He pulled back and then slid the same two inches back inside me. My head snapped up to watch. His glorious black cock was inside me and I needed, and wanted, to feel him deeper. “Deeper, baby! Deeper!” He pushed an extra inch into me as I watched. Three inches of his male cock was inside me. A fucking hard male cock. My male cock. I felt something inside me stir. A crazy deep desire I had kept pent up inside. Caged like some demented demon. The cage was opening. Daniel was the key. He pulled back and I groaned at the pleasure. His cock rubbed me inside. Touched me in a place I didn’t know existed or could give me such pleasure. He pushed back in, and I gasped when four inches filled me. My vaginal walls hugged him, squeezed him, claimed him. I could feel his massive head encroaching my depths, claiming me. My pussy was his and he was taking it. He pulled back and we watched his cock, slick with my wetness, slide out until just his head remained inside me. I could see his glans and wanted it back inside. He pushed back inside but this time my hips rose to meet him. I pushed hard against him and felt his cock drive deep inside me. I don’t know how much it was, but he was stopped hard by my cervix. His cock rammed up against it. My cage door was flung open. All my desires flew free like from Pandora’s box. I could be as carnal as I wanted with my husband. I could give in to all my secret desires. This was my husband, my lover, my man, my cock. I looked down and saw two inches remained outside my vagina. I wanted it all inside me and knew he simply wouldn’t all fit. Daniel grunted hard and pulled back his cock. We watched. My labia clung to him, stretching out and wrapped around him. His cock gleamed with white wetness. My white wetness. It looked delicious to me. I needed to taste my pussy on his cock. I smiled. I would. Later. He drove his cock back into me and we both moaned loudly. He pulled back and pushed back inside. My legs lifted and wrapped around his lower back. He moved up and over me and thrust. And thrust. My world reduced to the sensation of being so fully penetrated. Stretched and probed. His so very hard cock driving relentlessly into my depths, filling me, pleasuring me in ways I didn’t know were possible. His cock head was the best part. It was large and drove inside me, spreading me for his long shaft. I clenched my pussy instinctually and felt the pleasure heightened beyond what I thought my brain could handle. The cage inside my mind exploded. I thrust my hips up to meet his and felt his cock pound my pussy without end. It was a blur of penetration and withdrawal. Over and over. Each little motion sending ripples of such pure joy I could only thank God for this gift. I awoke. Not literally. Something inside me awoke. A hunger. A need. I was free to be whomever I wanted or needed to be for my husband. Words, foreign to me, stirred in my mind. I had to voice them. They needed to escape. A vibrating intense pleasure was rising inside me. I could feel and see the same thing happening to Daniel. Words poured from my mouth. Vulgar words that only gave us both more pleasure. “FUCK ME, DANIEL! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK ME!” The words left my mouth and seemed to echo in the suite. Daniel kissed me then. He pressed his entire weight down on me and pressed me into the mattress and duvet. He thrust harder. His rhythm was off but that did something to increase my pleasure. I felt his cock grow thicker. His thrusts shortened and then, recognising my husband was about to cum inside me for the very first time, I came. We came together. His cock erupted inside me. The feeling was indescribable. He made me a complete woman in that moment. The pleasure I had been feeling expanded and flew out of me. I came. My first true orgasm. God’s gift to me for showing him the pleasure a husband and wife can experience together. And more words flowed from me. Vile nasty words that I felt only brought me closer to the God who allowed all this to be. With my husband there were no lines in the sand. We could cross as many as we wanted. We were with God, and he blessed our union. Later, my mother would confess she had had the same epiphany as me on her wedding night. She had cemented her husband to her. He would only have eyes for her after that. My husband’s cock lurched and spasmed deep inside. His hot fluids splashed inside me and added to the pleasure. Each jerk of his cock sent my pleasure rocketing higher. My nails dug into his ass cheeks and pulled him harder against me. The last two inches somehow disappeared inside me and did something to me that took my orgasm to the next level. “I fucking love you, you fucking black beast! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your fucking wife! Fill me! Oh my God! The pleasure! Daniel! DANIEL! I LOVE YOU! Keep fucking me! Don’t you fucking stop! Fuck me with that beautiful hard cock! Give me babies! Oh my God!” We crashed from that high. Daniel lay limp on top of me. His gorgeous body pressed against me and kept me in place. I wanted to be held down and filled. His shoulders shook and I scrambled for his head and held it. Like me, tears leaked from his eyes. “I love you, Emma. I love you so much!” I kissed his tears and face. I found his mouth and sucked his tongue into mine. He moaned and his cock, still hard inside me, lurched. Fun Cleanup I looked into his eyes. “I need to clean you up.” “What?” “I need to clean your cock.” “Why? It’s not dirty, Emma. It’s just a little sticky.” “Yes, exactly. I need to clean all that off you.” “Um, okay? We only just started. I’ll go get a washcloth if that’s what you need right now.” I growled and pushed him over and followed him somehow keeping his cock inside me. “No baby. With my mouth.” His eyes widened. “You mean…” I slid down him, groaning with him as his cock slipped out of me. His cock slipped along my stomach, leaving a trail of our combined juices. I could smell us now. A rich musky flavor coupled with something sharp. A smell I knew was his ejaculate and my pussy wetness. I slid down his body and leaned back. I admired his long, hard cock, gleaming black, covered with our cum. “Daniel, you have a beautiful cock, baby.” “Thanks, love. But look at you! You are every man’s wet dream. My Italian Goddess. Your olive skin, your gorgeous black hair, your eyes! You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Emma.” “And I’m your wife. And you are my husband.” I took his cock in my hand and felt just how slick it was with my wetness. “Always,” he said and moaned as my thumb stroked just under the head of his cock. I squeezed gently and watched a bead of cum appear. “My mother told me what I needed to do with my husband. I understood her words. But now? Daniel, I understand her words. She never said just how much I would enjoy this. Daniel?” “Yes, love?” “In the bedroom? You and me? I am your woman to do anything you want with. Anytime. Anywhere. Anything.” “Emma?” “Shush. We are one now. There’s no shame. No sin. Just our pleasure. Let me pleasure you. And you will pleasure me. Okay?” “Okay, Emma. This is wild. Crazy, even!” “This is where love leads, Daniel. I’m only just realizing it. I love you, so much.” Daniel went to respond but I took half his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock and lapped up our juices. I was prepared to hate it. Expected to hate it. Instead, it tasted divine to me. It was our love on my tongue. Daniel moaned and thrust into my mouth. I suctioned my mouth and popped it off him. “Daniel! We taste amazing!” He stared at me. My lips and mouth covered in our mess from our love making. “Kiss me,” he whispered. My eyes went round, and, in a flash, I had my lips on his. He moaned and sucked and licked at my mouth. We shared our love and tears escaped me in the beauty of it. He was just like me. Throughout our marriage, we did that. The taste always reminds us of our love. It’s as simple as that. Some might grimace and shake their heads. But not Daniel and me. It tasted of the divine. It was our love made real and substantial. Our ‘eucharist’(gratefulness). Her New Toy I went back to his cock and loved it with my mouth. I cleaned every part of his cock and he stayed hard the whole time. I spread his legs when I was almost done and then pushed his knees up a little. “What are you…” he groaned when my flat tongue licked his scrotum. He had a clean-shaven scrotum. He had done that for me. Later I would find I liked it hairy for some reason. I loved all the hair on his body. He just seemed more manly to me that way. I lapped gently at his scrotum and coated the whole thing in my spit. I loved how his testicles felt under my tongue, and how they rolled and moved. Daniel was in heaven. I could hear him. I stroked his cock gently as I did it. He had a good ten inches of length on him, so I kept my hand at the top and felt his cock head, slick with spit, thrusting through my loving hand. My tongue lapped at his balls and then I dipped lower and found his taint. It joined in my exploration with my tongue and Daniel was getting wordy. “Jesus, Emma! Fuck! Lick my balls! Oh my God that feels amazing! Fucking amazing!” I touched his asshole with a sharp tongue. It felt strange to me. Rubbery. It clenched and I probed harder. Daniel lurched under me, and his cock fell out of my hand and hit his stomach with a wet thwack. A heavy, meaty thwack and I sighed at the beautiful sound. I would hear that for our entire lifetime together. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. My mother’s words enabled me and let me know that this was okay. Needed. I was cementing our love and setting a standard for us to follow in our marriage. I was owning it with the one man in this world I adored above all others. I wondered if I would like it in return. I knew I would. I tongued him harder and stroked his cock. I licked up to his balls and teased them. Daniel came. I felt his cum surge through his cock and loved the feeling in my hand. I could feel his seed pumping through his shaft, the flesh surging and flexing with amazing power. I lifted my head and put my mouth around his thick head as his second ejaculation spurted forth. It splashed hot, wet, and thick on my tongue. I swallowed without hesitation. His body was mine. Our marriage united our souls and bodies. He had merely moved it from one vessel to another. He cried out my name loudly and my heart yearned to hear it spoken like that again. In hearing my name our love was confirmed. Our pleasure combined. He pulled me up and kissed me hard. His cock spasming between us leaking more cum between our bodies. “I love you Daniel Williams, my husband,” I whispered to him. “I love you Emma Williams, my wife,” he replied. We slept for a time. The day had been long and, while wonderful, draining from all the emotions. Our first sex had pushed us to exhaustion and for the first time we slept together in the same bed, as husband and wife. I woke to pleasure. His Oral Initiative It took me a moment to figure out whether I was dreaming and where I was. The long, sensuous lick at my pussy reminded me and I smiled and stretched, feeling feline, and more like a woman. “Ooh, you better stop before my husband catches us,” I purred. My husband kept licking at me. It felt wonderful. He was getting better than the few times he had done this before. I had confessed to my priest, and he had not been happy. Right then, I was glad he had some practice. He brought me to a wonderful orgasm. He slid up to my mouth and kissed me and I savored my taste and told him. He smiled at me. “You taste wonderful, Emma. I could live off you if that was all I had to eat.” “Baby, you’re so good to me.” “I want to do that better. Can you help me?” I kissed him, my heart swelling for the umpteenth time. “Yes, baby. I can do that.” He kissed me and slid back down again. “What? Again?” “Of course, Emma. Tell me what to do…” I instructed him. I lay back on the headboard, noticing the rose petals strewn everywhere and sticking to us. We hadn’t even pulled the duvet down. I glanced at the digital alarm clock and saw it was two in the morning. I grinned. We had all the time in the world. I spread my legs and explained my lady parts to him. I found it highly erotic. My husband lay between my legs and touched and licked me and listened to me explaining my pussy to him. He was attentive and loving and I felt so relaxed and safe with him. I explained how gentle was best. Light licks and touches. He started. He did everything I had asked. Already he was so much better than before. We had learned from one another. Then he improvised and I lost my mind. Later he said his hunger and lust led him to do the things he did. He ate me out. His tongue was broad between my labia. Light and firm on my clit. He licked everywhere and then focused on my clit. Everything was perfect and then I felt him shift a little and then my eyes popped open. He slid a wet finger into my pussy while he continued to lick my clit. The pleasure went through the roof. I came, but he didn’t stop. He continued and fought my bucking hips. Then a second finger joined his first one and I came again after only a few thrusts. He grabbed my hips then and lifted and turned me over. It was forceful and strong and so manly, and I knew I would do anything he wanted. He pressed my shoulders down into the duvet and I had a mouth full of rose petals. He took my hands and placed them on my ass cheeks and told me to keep them spread. I had no choice but to eat the rose petals in my mouth. I didn’t care. I was fully aware my ass was thrust up high in the air. I was spread open and exposed. Exposed to my husband and I loved it. “Oh baby. Look at me! How do I look with my ass in the air?” “Emma, so beautiful!” I went to speak again but he licked me then. He started low on my clit and then wormed his tongue slowly and lovingly up through my labia, into my vagina, over my taint, and then licked my asshole with hunger. I groaned at the sensation. It was so wonderful. Then two fingers slipped into my pussy. They pushed down and found the spot my mother had told me about. He pressed gently and moved his fingers only a little bit. The heel of his hand pressed on my clit. After a minute, I came the hardest I had ever cum. It was sensory overload. So close on the heels of my last orgasm it found me and owned me completely. She Gushes I screamed on the bed. Shouting obscenities. I thrashed on his face and fingers. A strange sensation came over me and I squirted (or something). I heard Daniel shout out something. I didn’t care. That sensation came with a sudden warmth of pleasure that took over my whole body. I was having a complete body orgasm and I drowned in it. Daniel was kissing my face and it felt wet. I struggled to open my eyes and when I did, he was grinning down at me. I was on my side but had no memory of moving. “Your face is all wet?” I murmured and cupped his cheek. “Emma, something came flying out of you. A lot of liquid.” “Oh my God, I felt like I peed.” “Did you? Did you pee in my face?” “Maybe? I read about it. Some say it’s pee, baby. Trapped fluid. It comes out when I orgasm that hard. I did that? It felt amazing…” “Come on. Shower time. We have to get all these stupid petals off us.” “Okay…” When I didn’t move, he tried to lift me. He’s strong but I’m a grown-ass woman. He tried and failed, because I was such a dead weight, and we laughed our asses off. We were covered in petals. We stank of the petals. It was wonderful. We struggled out of the bed and found a luxurious shower waiting for us. And hour later we appeared, preened by the water, a new load of his cum filled my pussy. We collapsed on the bed, and he ate me out again. Part of me knew his cum was still inside me. I didn’t care if he didn’t, and it made me cum faster. We slept again. Her Oral Initiative I woke first and found out my husband snores. Not loudly. A weird sound that I found amusing. I watched him for a time. I sniffed his neck and his armpits. I loved his smell and needed it. I sniffed lower and found his cock lying relaxed between his legs. I watched it for a time, fascinated at the smaller version of it. It was all wrinkled and it moved around on its own. Like a little animal.

The Virgin Couple’s Wedding Night: Part 1

A CHASTE COUPLE’S EPIPHANY OF PLEASURES. From the Awakening, By Estcher [https://www.blogger.com/]  Listen to thePodcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/TheVirginCouple1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://www.blogger.com/] https://www.blogger.com/ [https://archive.org/download/it-happened-one-night_202404/TheVirginCouple2.jpg]https://archive.org/download/it-happened-one-night_202404/TheVirginCouple2.jpg . My name was Emma Mary Fiore Amato. Now I proudly carry my husband's name: Emma May Fiore Williams. My brand new, gorgeous, and sexy husband is Daniel Christopher Williams. He's African American and I am Italian American. We met in the University of California San Diego (UCSD) as freshmen. We dated despite my reservations of dating a black man. I was not a fan of unwanted attention and being seen with him at school and downtown caused eyes to stare. The United States is rampant with racism. It's everywhere and palatable and real in every sense. It vibrates across social norms and in the media and sometimes openly on the street. But I was attracted to Daniel right away. We shared a class together and the first time I walked into the classroom, and I saw him, my heart had skipped a beat. He had felt the same way. It wasn't until a month later that he summoned the nerve to ask me out. We went to a dinner down at Liberty Station and then walked the boardwalk past where the San Salvador replica galleon was being made and along the inner harbour. It was a lovely first date. Afterward, he kissed me outside my dormitory, and I kissed him back and told him I would like to go out again. He was so pleased. Daniel is gorgeous. He's my height but very slim. He keeps his hair short and has a short-cropped beard. He wears black rimmed glasses. He does a little gym and a little cardio. Not a lot, but just enough to keep him fit. He's strong. His ass is golden. I was first attracted to his eyes. His glasses have a way of making them larger than life and they pulled me in. His dark skin enhancing the white of his eyes and his lovely teeth past his full lips. That first kiss outside my dorm had melted me. On our second date I admitted I was a devout Catholic, being a proper Italian American girl. Sex was not allowed outside the marital chamber. I could tell he was devastated. We could both feel the attraction to one another. A look from him would get me all tingly. I was a regular at the confessional at my church, admitting my sin and lust. I would accept my penance and say my prayers kneeling at a pew, gazing with adoration to the figure of Christ above the altar, counting my prayers on my rosary. Throughout our years at UCSD we were never apart. Our love life was constrained to kissing throughout our freshman year, to a little petting during our sophomore and junior years, and as seniors we had performed oral sex on each other a couple of times. My penance for that consisted of working at various soup kitchens in the Gaslamp District of San Diego. Daniel joined me and I think I truly fell in love with him when he did. He shared my penance and I rejoiced. My parents were shocked when I had introduced Danial to them. They aren't racist, but they had hoped I would meet someone "more like me", my mother had said. But it was too late for me. I adored Daniel and together we were wonderful. In time, they accepted our relationship. It helped that Daniel was so well spoken and so intelligent. They could see the good in him and although he was Baptist by his christening, he believed in God and that was enough for my parents to accept him. It was so hard not to cave into our sexual desires. We wanted each other so terribly badly. But I was a good Catholic girl and took my faith very seriously. Daniel understood and somehow, he stayed with me throughout college. Our friends always tried to pressure us. My girlfriends thought I was archaic; disillusioned about values they said no longer applied in the modern world. His friends were no better, urging him to leave me for "someone better". By the end of college, we had few friends, but by that point in our relationship, I only needed Daniel and he only needed me. We decided to wait until our careers started before we took things any further with our relationship. He started work at an architectural firm in San Diego, and I accepted an accounting position out in Coronado. One year later he proposed to me. My heart soared on that day, and I will never forget it. It had been magical and perfect, and I accepted right away, and he spun me around. My parents had known. Daniel has asked them for my hand in marriage and they had happily agreed. We set a date for end summer, and I dove into planning and preparations. My only remaining girlfriend, a friend from church, became my bridesmaid and helped with everything. The wedding was beautiful. Standing before my future husband in front of God and my family and friends and making my vows was the most beautiful thing I had ever done. He looked so gorgeous in his tuxedo. I never loved him more. We said our vows, exchanged rings, and then he kissed me in front of everybody. Claiming me as his bride and wife. I felt liberated. He was now my husband. Everything we had always wanted to do for the past five years were now open to us. We could consummate our marriage and love. Over and over again. I walked back down the aisle, a woman and a wife, and my pussy couldn't have been wetter. Lust ran over me in waves and I gripped Daniel's hand so tightly. The rest of the day and evening went by in a blur. I had to watch the video later to see just how much of a good time we had. But mostly I watched how Daniel and I looked at each other. Everyone said we looked with such love at each other. In truth, we were looking at each other with unbridled lust. Then, thankfully, we exited the reception to cheering family and friends and entered the limo my father had provided, and we were whisked away to our hotel. In the morning, we were heading to Hawai'i for our honeymoon. But tonight. Tonight, I would become my man's woman. He would take me and complete me. I don't recall checking in, or the elevator ride to our suite, or Daniel carrying me in his arms across the threshold to our suite. What I remember is tearing off our clothes and collapsing on the large California King bed. Later, I would peel rose petals off my flesh and Daniel's. I was a good Catholic girl. I had followed my faith, confessed my sins, and did my penance. But now? Now I was married and in the eyes of God, I would and could pleasure my husband. I knew the scripture. My chains were removed. "Wives, be subject to your husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Saviour. As the church is subject to Christ, so let wives also be subject in everything to their husbands." (Eph. 5:22--24). My mother had given me advice the day before the wedding. She said it was a long tradition and I would do the same for my daughter one day. She had held my hands and spoke to me as one wife to her daughter bride. She passed on to me the secrets of a happy marriage that the priest had never mentioned during our marriage preparation classes at the church. She spoke openly of things I would need to learn to do. And often, she had said. And willingly. Her attention to detail was unnerving to me but I listened to everything. Some things she said were frightening, sounding foul, but my mother laughed and told me to wait and see. "Your father loves me just as much as the day we married, Emma," she said, holding my hands and looking into my eyes. "Every day I let him know I need him and want him. To be intimate with him and he does the same for me. Marriages fail when that stops. There will be times you don't feel the need or desire. You must fight that. Embrace him. Kiss him. Fondle him. Whisper in his ear that he is your everything and his will is yours to fulfil. Do you understand?" I nodded, biting my lip. I think I understood. My mother laughed at my expression. "Wake him with your mouth in the morning. Not every day. But some days or it will become routine. Pleasure him. Take his seed inside you. Swallow his love. It can be daunting. You'll get used to it. He is your man, and his seed will be yours. Claim it. Only you can receive it through your marriage. Don't make him regret choosing you over all others. "And seek your own pleasure. You should never regret choosing him. He should willingly pleasure you with his mouth. Accept it and bask in it. It is your husband claiming what is his by marriage. Your womanhood will pleasure him. So trim down there, okay? Did your bridesmaid take you to the salon?" I nodded, feeling heat rush to my face. I had been waxed. It had hurt so badly, but I had found pleasure in it in a small way which frightened me. I nodded at my mother. "Good. And all the way between your legs?" I nodded again, feeling more heat. "Do you know what sodomy is?" I nodded feeling horror. "My priest told me before I was married that sodomy is a sin between men," said my mother, looking hard at me. "Yes, mamma." "And he added it does not concern marital relations between man and wife." "Mamma!" I said in shock. I thought of her and dad. "Did you and poppa...?" "Oh, yes, Emma. Otherwise, you would have a lot more siblings rather than just you." "What?" "You'll need to watch your cycle. Avoid pregnancies. Anal sex is the best way to do that when you are ovulating." I stared at my mother. Questions raced through my thoughts faster than I could fully formulate and finish them. "I enjoy it, Emma. Pleasuring your father gives me pleasure. Be patient. Try it for yourself. Push past the initial pain and I think you will be surprised. Do this for your husband. For you." I couldn't speak. "Throughout your marriage your husband should want to take you all the time, correct?" "Y-yes." "Invite him to take you. Place yourself at his mercy. Let him claim that which is his by marriage." "Mamma!" "And take him when you want, Emma. You are equals in this, despite what the scriptures say. This is a partnership. If you lust after him, take him. If he lusts after you, give yourself to him. Do this, this simple thing, and your marriage will be full of such love and last for eternity. You will join yourselves in heaven and find such blessings. I'm so happy for you, Emma. Daniel is a beautiful man. Your children will be beautiful." "Thank you, mamma." "One more thing. Are you still intact?" I knew what she meant. My hymen had been lost as a teenager doing simple girlish things. Mine opened riding my bike. I shook my head at my mother. "No, mamma." "And I know you are a virgin. I am so proud of you, Emma. I saw how hard it was for you throughout college. Tomorrow night, you give him your everything. What you do with your husband in your bed, will please God. Everything your heart desires. Put your soul into it, Emma. Seize your pleasure and his, okay?" "Mamma? Did nonna give you this same advice?" "No. I had to learn the hard way. I promised myself I would not let my own daughter go into her marriage bed unprepared. We have more to discuss. Are you okay with all this?" "Yes, momma. I'm uncomfortable, but thankful." "Okay, we still have a lot to cover. Like how to truly pleasure your husband with your mouth. Places on his body you need to explore..." "Explore? Like what?" Mother chuckled. "I'm warming up to this now. Your father has always had the best sex with me. It's okay Emma! You came from our love! Now, the penis is a strange thing at first. Daniel is likely very large. But a man's pleasure also comes from his nipples, and his scrotum and testicles. Play with them. Lightly! So very lightly! And below them. Pay attention there. And below that, too. Do you understand where I am talking about?" She meant his asshole. I was horrified. "Make sure he is clean. You, too. Take the time to keep yourself fresh down there. Inside a man is a place. You'll need to find it. Put a finger inside, find it, rub it." "Momma!" "Hush, you have much the same place inside you. Teach him to find it. Your bodies will be one, once married. There is no shame. It is the beauty of sex between a married couple. Seek your pleasure and give your pleasure. There is so much on the Internet. Watch with him. Learn together." "Yes, momma. Do you do all these things with poppa?" "Oh, God, yes. We're older now and we have slowed down. But yes. We still do. I adore your father and his body. Have you ever seen us fight? Not speak to one another?" "No, momma." And it was true. The love between my parents was there for all to see. They constantly hugged and kissed. I've seen them mildly grope each other. I've heard them through the bedroom walls. I only could pray my marriage would be as close to the beauty of theirs. With my mother's advice I think I now knew how. If I could be brave enough. "And now the more mundane things. You and Daniel will be equal in all things. You are not some toy or trophy the bible would have you believe. The bible was written by some seriously misogynistic men..." My memory of that first night with Daniel is seared into my soul. I subjected myself to my husband. My heart soared. My soul sang. I praised God. I stood fully naked before my husband, and he stood naked before me. I am a beautiful woman. Many men have lusted after me. But I was only for my husband, and I stood proudly before him, exposed so willingly for the first time to his gaze. I watched his eyes devour me. He stared into my brown eyes first and I'm sure he saw the same lust as I saw in his. His gaze slowly drifted down and lingered on my breasts. My nipples were tight and painful, lifting to the sky. I saw him lick his lips and delight filled me. So far, he did not look disappointed. His eyes roamed over my flat stomach and then lower. He stared long and hard at my perfectly waxed pussy. I had left a small, heart-shaped, tuft of my fur on my mound. My wetness trickled down my thigh and it tickled. I saw him lick his lips with his hunger and it thrilled me. I felt exposed. Wanton. But I was married, and this was my husband. A smile crossed my lips. I was awakening to my lust and hunger, and it thrilled me. I stared equally back at my husband. We had done some things together. Fully clothed. I had let him taste me a few times. My penance for that had been the soup kitchens. And I had put him in my mouth a few times. I had never swallowed, though. I had spat it out, shame filling me, knowing I disappointed him. But I could not take his sperm inside me until we were married. But now I stared at his slim figure. His brown skin glistened in the dim light of the room. His chest was lightly sprinkled with dark hair, and I couldn't wait to feel my exposed breasts and nipples rubbing against it. He lacked a defined six pack, but his stomach was toned and flat. My eyes traced that delicious area below his stomach that lowered to his penis. The smooth skin demanded my mouth. And I stared at his penis. I had stroked it before. Sucked it before. Did penance for it before. But now I could see it in all its glory. Black men are endowed and so was my husband. It was long and thick and stood hard and standing straight out from his body. The tip glistened with moisture. Veins ran along its length. Below it hung his heavy testicles. His manhood was displayed for me, and I knew tonight he would put it inside me and fill me. It was darker than the rest of him. The head was large and round and was even darker. My ebony husband was panting for me. He wanted the pleasure only I could bring to him. And I wanted his in return. After my talk with my mother, I did a little research. Watched pornography that showed how to pleasure a man fully. Another trickle of my wetness ran down my thigh and I shivered at the tickle. My husband watched it and his eyes widened. "My husband," I purred. "I am so wet for you. You are so hard for me." "Emma, you are gorgeous. Seeing you walking down the aisle in that dress? Oh my God, the angels were jealous, baby. All eyes were on you, but you only had eyes for me." I had stared at him the whole way down the aisle. My papa handed me over and when I had stood before Daniel, my legs threatened to fail me. My love for him in that moment had risen above everything I thought I could reach. And I could see the same reflected back at me. "And you, my Daniel, you looked so handsome. The perfect man. My man. My husband." Daniel was losing himself in his lust for me. He was shaking, and so was I. "Tonight, we will make love, Daniel. I've wanted this for years. I give my everything to you. Do you understand?" He shook his head. "We are married now. My body--all of it--is yours to pleasure yourself with. And I will pleasure myself with you. Over and over, again and again." "My God, Emma. You are so beautiful. Look at you! A gorgeous Italian beauty! I love you so much. I am the luckiest man in the world that you could love me as I love you." "And you are my ebony stud. You are so beautiful to me, Daniel. I have lusted after you since the first day we met. Do you remember?" "How could I forget? Freshman year. Sitting in class, and in walks the woman of my dreams! A vision. So elegant and poised. I knew then I wanted to marry you." "You did?" "Oh, yes. It was love at first sight. I would have waited my entire life to be with you." "Wait no longer, my love. I am yours. Take me. Take all of me. Whatever you desire. Anything." "Anything? What do you mean?" "All my body is yours now, Daniel. And all your body is mine. I mean to take it. I want you to take me, in any way you imagine. But first, I want you to make love to me. To enter me. To cum inside me and seal our marriage in our pleasure and love. I want to lie back and feel you enter me." "Okay," replied Daniel, simply. His eyes looked wild. I moved to him, crossing the distance in two steps, and pressed myself to him. My mouth found his with hunger and I groaned at the feel of his hard cock pressing between us, reaching up past my belly button. We kissed, our tongues dancing, our hands caressing and exploring. His fingers found my wet slit and slid down along my clit and into my depths. I groaned into his mouth and reached down and took his hard, hot penis into my gentle hand. I stroked him, savouring the glorious hardness and maleness of him. We shuffled to the bed and flopped down hard on our sides. We squirmed our way further up the bed until we found the pillows. Rose petals clung to us. All that existed was his body and mine and the pleasures we would pull from one another. I found myself on my back, my legs spread in a delicious wanton way I was now free to enjoy. Daniel crawled up between my legs until he lay on me, his cock pressed against my wet labia, spreading them apart and rubbing deliciously on my clit. We necked hard. My tongue driving into his mouth with desire. His tongue rammed into my mouth, and we sucked on each other's tongues, swallowing our spit, and sinking into each other's souls. My mind was purely on my vagina. An ache I hadn't felt before burned down there. My pussy felt more alive than ever before. I was intimately aware of every little feeling. Wetness poured from me. I could feel the rivulets escaping me. My pussy felt like it was opening on its own. Spreading for my husband. My man. My lover. My best friend in the whole wide world. The righteousness of it overwhelmed my emotions. I sobbed happy tears. I held Daniel's beautiful face in my hands and pressed my lips against his plump, full, sexual lips. Lips I wanted all over my body, tracing his tongue into places I had only

Making It With the Maid

LOSING VIRGINITY WITH VIRGIN MAID. by Boneranil [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5311782&page=submissions], Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/MakingItWithTheMaid.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/MakingItWithTheMaid.jpg] [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/MakingItWithTheMaid.jpg] Collin is a spoiled Calcutta youth with some very rich parents. He was 20 at the time, when he got into his first experience with a real pussy. It was his maid, named Mani, who was around his age. She is the nurse to Collin's grandmother and sleeps 2 rooms away from Collin's bedroom. She is a beauty, with nice curves and a handful of boobs. She wears just the chudidar pants, and choli bustier’, without any dupatta or sari to cover her cleavage. While she permeates an ‘air’ of an advanced yoga instructor, she’s actually struggling to have any self confidence because of the criticism coming from Collin’s mother, the matriarch of the home. Collin was very much drawn towards his maid, and her cleavage would make him go crazy. Her attire would reveal her perfect shape, but still, Collin maintained distance, because of their class differences. Collin's grandmother found her in a nearby village and brought her to the city, as a maid. Collin's mom never treated her normally and everyone used to scold her. One night, while going to the toilet, Collin heard Mani crying softly, in her room, while everyone was asleep. This was the first time Collin got to approach her. So, Collin went to her, to find out why she was crying. Collin said; "What happened Mani? why are you crying?" Mani said; "Your mom scolded me, for breaking a dish. I didn't do it on purpose." Collin said; "Oh, I am so sorry Mani, for what my mom did to you." Mani said; "It's okay, this happens every day. But, the only thing is that I don't have any friends to share my feelings with." Collin said; "Oh come on, don't think like that. I'll be your friend Mani. Please feel free to talk about anything with me." Then, for over 30 minutes she talks about her life in the village and all. All this while, Collin's eyes were shifting from her lips, to her boobs and cleavage. Collin's lust was increasing, while his mind raced for a plan immediately. When they were done talking, Mani was getting ready to go to bed, that draws Collin's attention and he realizes that she sleeps on the floor. Collin said; "Why are you sleeping on the floor?" Mani said; "Because this is how I sleep. I don't have a bed." Collin said; "You can come and sleep in my room. I have a huge bed." Mani said; "No way, how can I sleep on your bed? That too when you are present? That's not good. Your mom would kill me." Collin said; "Don't worry about my mom. You can come to my room when everyone is asleep and go early in the morning. I won't tell anyone." She hesitates for some time, thinking about Collin's proposal, but finally gives in. After she enters his bedroom, Collin closes the door and goes to his bed. She followed him and both of them stood on both sides of the bed. Then, Collin starts to remove his clothes, which startles Mani. Mani said; "What are you doing? Why are you removing your clothing?" Collin said; "I sleep without anything on my body. That gives good and peaceful sleep." Mani said; "Oh, Okay. But, I am here today?" Collin said; "I don't mind sleeping naked in front of you. You are my friend now." Mani said; "Okay, your wish." Her eyes were fixed on Collin's body, as he removed every piece of his attire, one by one. When Collin was completely naked, he looked at her and realized that her eyes were wide, looking straight at his limp cock. Collin said; "What are you looking at? Never seen a cock before?" Mani said; "No I didn't. It's big." Collin said; "You should see when it's hard, it's much bigger then." Mani said; "Oh, ok." Then, Collin fell on the bed and she also came and slept beside him, in the same blanket. They had good space between them. After making herself comfortable on the bed Mani opens up. Mani said; "You know what? After coming to the city, no one treated me properly, as in the village. You are the 1st person who cared for me." Collin said; "Oh come on Mani, you are a good girl. And remember, we are friends. I'll do anything a friend could do." She says thank you and starts crying. Collin turns towards her, moves closer and places a hand on her hand. Collin said; "Don't cry, ok. I am here for you." Mani said; "You are the only person who treats me like a friend." Hearing this, Collin moves further close to her. Now, Collin's face was an inch away from her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck, making her shiver. Collin slowly whispers in her ear, "You can feel comfortable with me. If you want you can also sleep naked. It will relieve some stress." Hearing this, her breathing becomes heavier and with a very low husky voice, she says, "Okay." Collin removes the blanket over her and she gets up. The bed lamp was on and Collin could see her, stripping naked. She removed all her clothes and stood there completely naked. Her pale boobs shined in the visible light, making Collin fall for her again. Her little pussy is surrounded by little hair. Collin admires her beauty for some time, before speaking up. Collin said; "You are so beautiful, Mani. I have never seen a girl naked and so gorgeous." She shyly says, "Thank you. I too never saw a boy naked." Collin said; "Ok, come on now, get into the blanket and sleep." She sneaks into the blanket and sleeps on the other side of the bed, her back facing towards Collin. He already had an erection and was going crazy, seeing her like this. In a husky voice, Collin asks her how she was feeling. Mani said; "It feels so good sleeping naked. I feel relieved." Collin said; "Yeah, it is so good like this." Saying this, Collin slowly moves towards her and places his hand on her waist. She jerks by the touch. Collin's dick was an inch away from her ass. Mani said; "Oh Collin, what are you doing?" Collin said; "Making you more relieved." Collin moves his hand further onto her belly and finds her navel. He circles his finger in it and plays for some time, while she is giggling and breathing softly. Collin then moved further, completely pressing himself into her back, making his dick poke her in her ass. She lets out a sharp moan. "What is that?" Mani said. "It's my dick.” Collin said. “You can touch it, if you want." She then found Collin's dick, in her ass crack and held it with her hand. Mani said; "It feels so hard and big, more than earlier." "That is because of you." Collin said. "Is it?" Mani asked. Collin said; "Yes Mani, seeing your gorgeous body made me hard. I never got such a hard erection." While she explored Collin's dick with her hand, he took his hand further up, to her boobs and held her boob. She gasps. Collin is flattered by her amazing boobs. He moves to her and starts kissing her neck and shoulders, which makes her go crazy. She squeezes Collin's dick harder, whenever he gives a lick on her neck. Collin fondled both her boobs, one by one, for some more time, while she played with his cock. Then, Collin turned her to lay on her back and immediately went for a kiss on her lips. At first, she didn't react. But, after Collin begins to fondle her boobs, she kisses him back, unable to control her desire, and also squeezes his dick harder. After some smooching, Collin went in for her boobs and took them in his mouth. He takes her nipples between his teeth and bites them, making her moan. Then, Collin reached for the treasure. While still sucking on her boobs, he placed his hand on her bushy mound. Collin moved his hand in circles, over her outer labia. She starts dripping. He holds her clitoris with his thumb and index finger, and starts pressing it. She started screaming, and Collins immediately locked her mouth with his and continued his assault on her clit. After 2-3 minutes of clitoral stimulation, she cums heavily on Collin's hand and drenches his bed with her juices. She let out a huge groan in Collin's mouth and her hips raised, while her juices come out. Mani said; "Oh god, that was amazing. I never thought I could cum without fingers actually inside my pussy." Collin said; "Are you relieved now?" "Oh yes, damn it,” Mani said; “ I am so relieved." Collin said; "If you permit, I'll give you more." Mani said; "What do you want my permission for?" Collin said; "Take my dick in your pussy." "Oh yes, definitely.” Mani said; “Please give me your dick. Fuck me now." "Try to relax.” Collin said; “This is gonna hurt." "I'll take it,” Mani said; “please fuck me." Then, Collin gets up and spreads her legs wide, revealing her beautiful pussy. He admires her pussy for some time and slowly rubs his cock on it. Mani said; "Ah, that's so nice. Put it in, please put it in." Collin slaps her pussy with his dick and teases her. He circles it's top around her pussy lips, making her go wild. Collin places his dick head at the entrance and tries pushing. Only the top goes in and her screams go on. Collin immediately places his hand on her mouth, so that she doesn't make any sounds. Then, Collin removes his dick completely out and again pushes it in, slowly. Half of his dick goes in and comes in contact with a stopping. He realizes it is her hymen and she would scream when her hymen breaks. So, Collin takes her panties and puts it in her mouth, and again covers it with his hand. Now, using all his strength, Collin pushes himself further in. His dick goes all the way inside her pussy, tearing the virgin wall. She screams like hell, but her sounds are muffled by her panties and Collin's hand. She struggles and beats her hands on the bed. Collin stays still like that for some seconds and removes the panty. He immediately puts his mouth there and starts kissing her. She gives light screams into his mouth. Collin gets up and covers her mouth again, and slowly start fucking her. For initial strokes, she screams. But gradually, her screams come down to moans. Hearing her moans makes Collin hornier and he increases his speed. He gets hold of her boobs and presses them hard. She covers her mouth and enjoys his fucking. Collin fucks her like a stud horse. He plays with her nipples, pulling and pinching them. When he senses his orgasm building, he removes his dick out of her pussy and strokes fast, as he didn't want to cum in her. Collin had the best orgasm of his life, and he erupted like never before. His hot cum flew out of his dick and landed on Mani's face, boobs, and stomach. After Collin completely drains his juice, he looks at her and sees that she is all covered in white liquid from his dick. She hasn't had another orgasm yet, so Collin immediately puts his fingers to work and inserts them straight into her fuck hole. Collin tells her to cover her mouth and finger fucks her pussy furiously. He finds her g-spot and presses it hard. She squirts her juices out and breathes heavily. He lay beside her and they share a passionate kiss. Collin then lifts her in his arms, takes her to the bathroom and cleans her up. There was blood all over the bed. They remove sheets and sleep naked cuddling up. In the morning, Mani takes the bedsheet and blanket, and later throws them away in a pond. After that day, both have countless fucks, exploring the world of sex. by Boneranil [https://href.li/?https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5311782&page=submissions] for Literotica.

Mrs. Pevensey’s Naughty Secrets

FINDING MARION'S NAUGHTY PICTURES LEADS TO MORE! By cruiser_2015 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/cruiser_2015]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/MrsPevenseysNaughtySecrets.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9JM4T31Z8nOaY4x7WQxUhftckdwZVI_GylLMYXmlgRo1MoqGSROcf256NIdFl_qRlnT8Vv4VxzI-ABmDgDWw1wsgARqrglmqAPiR2vHoqGbjofIpaxEMw4rBLn3bTveCozu86cWFjOtupDtYbvVZ_VZG6_2tXHRWfBh-rq1vE3LdgNTwrwnE7fz-y5k/w640-h640/MrsPevensey3.jpg]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9JM4T31Z8nOaY4x7WQxUhftckdwZVI_GylLMYXmlgRo1MoqGSROcf256NIdFl_qRlnT8Vv4VxzI-ABmDgDWw1wsgARqrglmqAPiR2vHoqGbjofIpaxEMw4rBLn3bTveCozu86cWFjOtupDtYbvVZ_VZG6_2tXHRWfBh-rq1vE3LdgNTwrwnE7fz-y5k/s730/MrsPevensey3.jpg  I received the sad news recently that my old acquaintance Marion Pevensey had died. I'd known her for many years. She'd been a friend of my parents. I had many memories of her, but one in particular I'll never forget. To this day I remember most of the details, but where I've forgotten I've added what would inevitably have happened. I was twenty one and still living at home with my parents. One day my father received a telephone call from Marion asking if someone could help fix her bedroom curtains which had collapsed. I was pretty good at ‘do it yourself’, and my father suggested that as I seemed to have time on my hands perhaps I could help her. I was only too pleased. At that time Marion was in her later fifties. She was a quiet spoken reserved woman with an air of sophistication. Though she was more than thirty years my senior she'd kept her looks and her blonde hair, always trimmed just down to her neck and always neat. Through Pilates and Yoga she had a figure a woman twenty years younger might envy. She'd been widowed a few years so there was no one to enjoy her figure, except lustful boys like me in their masturbation fantasies. Until I was eighteen and my hormones were surging I didn't pay Marion much attention as a woman. That year my family and Marion's had been on a beach day together. Marion was there in a red swimsuit, slightly daringly low cut between her breasts, high cut at the hips, and somehow making her curves look even more sensuous than her twenty five year old daughter in her microscopic bikini. Something about Marion that day had driven me wild. I already had a taste for older women in porn. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her in that swimsuit, especially where it bulged over her big breasts and the thin gusset of red cloth between her legs. That night in bed as I masturbated like I did almost every night all I could think of was Marion in that red swimsuit. I'd had a lustful thing about her ever since. I arrived at Marion's house to find her in a light brown sweater and faded blue jeans. That sweater clinging to the curves of her big firm breasts and those tight jeans outlined her curves almost as sensuously as that red swimsuit. She thanked me profusely then let the way upstairs to her bedroom, with my eyes locked on the outline of her still nicely rounded bottom and the just visible outline of her knickers visible through the taut blue cloth of her jeans. Fixing her curtains was a simple task and Marion left me to it. I had to scoot her big double bed over a little to get a stepladder to stand on up against the wall. In doing so I disturbed a clear plastic storage tote under the other side of the bed. As I went around to find the lid and snap it back on, what I saw sent an electric shock through me; the box contained a collection of glossy pictures of nude women! The first picture I saw showed a blonde woman, looking perhaps in her thirties, squatting nude but for black high heels on what looked like a kitchen table. Her big round breasts were every boy's dream and her legs were spread as wide as she could get them. Between them was a bush of brown cunt hair with her pink-lipped vagina peeping through. Other pictures showed the same woman in equally erotic poses: bent over that table with her legs wide, her breasts hanging over the table and her hairy cunt peeping between her ass cheeks, doing the splits nude on a bed leaning back on her hands so her big breasts swung up and forward, and lots more. As I rummaged through the collection of pictures I also found some women's panties, much briefer and more sexy than anything I'd ever found in my mother's lingerie drawer. I'd no sooner got over the shock of finding that secret stash when a second shock hit me. I realized the woman in the pictures was Marion, perhaps twenty or more years younger but definitely her. Her naked body was everything that never forgotten swimsuit had hinted at and all I'd dreamed of in my masturbation fantasies. The panties in my hand were the same ones in a few of the more recent glossy portraits! Then the third and final shock hit me. I'd spread some of the pictures and panties out on the bed and was hungrily ogling them when I heard Marion's voice, over my shoulder. "Yes they're pictures of me." I looked back and there she was standing in the open doorway, with a mischievous smile on her lips. "My husband took them. He printed off the ones he liked most. He used to show them to other men." She gave a little laugh. "Your dad really liked them. I should have thrown them away when my husband died, but I enjoyed the memory." She picked up one of the panties which I'd tossed onto the bed. It was a tiny thong in black see through lace, with a triangular front scarcely big enough to cover a woman's bush of cunt hair and just a thong strap at the back. "He used to like to see me in these. And taking them off me." I was still kneeling by the side of the bed with nude pictures of her scattered in front of me as I listened to her. I was speechless with a mixture of embarrassment and amazement at what I was hearing. She stood beside me and set the thong on the edge of the bed, spreading them out, then she ran her fingers gently on my neck and shoulders. “I loved modeling for him. He would take as many photos as he had patience for, until he had to put down the camera and have his way with my body.” She stopped speaking but that mischievous smile on her face grew. Then came the best shock of all. Marion reached down and unzipped and undid the clasp of her jeans. Her jeans sprung open just far enough to show cream-colored satin panties with a lace-edged top hem. She paused for a moment, almost as if teasing me. Then she hooked her thumb over that top hem and pulled the front of her panties down past her knees to show me her cunt. The cunt hair between her legs was as full and as brown as in the pictures. She sat in the bed in front of me as I continued kneeling. Marion spread her legs wide. "Do you like seeing me nude? It’s been ages since I showed my cunt to a man." As she spoke she scooted to the edge and thrust her hips toward me. "Touch my cunt!" In that moment all my embarrassment vanished, replaced by sheer lust. I'd had a strict church upbringing and that age I was still a virgin. I'd seen thousands of women's cunts in porn but never seen a naked woman for real. My sex life consisted of masturbating over porn, over pictures not even as hot as those nude pictures of Marion. I was hungry for sex. Though she was nearly three times my age I wasn't saying no to an invitation like that. A moment later my hand cupped over the bulge of her sex mound. For the first time in my life I was feeling a woman's naked thighs, ruffling her pubic hair and exploring her vagina slit. My other hand was trying to pull her jeans and knickers off her deliciously smooth feet. While I was playing with her cunt and bottom, Marion lifted off her sweater. Her breasts were slung in a cream-colored bra matching her knickers. She reached behind her back and a moment later her bra was off, her big breasts were out naked and swinging heavily. My hands were instantly all over them, caressing them and exploring them. In spite of her age her breasts were still surprisingly firm and she had big deep pink nipples poking out stiffly like little corks from lighter pink areoles. "I loved posing nude for my husband," Marion grinned at me. She stepped off the bed to slip off her jeans and her knickers. Then she was on the bed, kneeling nude facing me, with her legs wide and leaning back so her breasts rested wide and pointed upward. "Andposing for other men. He brought them to watch me do filthy things for them. Sometimes their wives came too and we did dirty things together." Marion grinned as if enjoying a fond memory. " They got their cocks out and wanked themselves over me. You masturbate don't you?" At that age I was masturbating a couple of times every night in bed, most mornings, and sometimes during the day. I didn't reply but I guess my face gave me away. "If I pose for you, will you do it over me? It’s been so long since I've watched a man wank. Oh please!" As she spoke she was visibly getting more and more excited. Her tits were quivering as she all but bobbed up and down with excitement, and she was running her fingertips through her cunt hair. I was shocked to discover this mild-mannered elegant woman's exhibitionist fetish and secret sex life. I'd only ever shown my flaccid cock to other boys in the school gym showers before, but never erect and to a naked woman. But I was a sex obsessed hungry and frustrated twenty one year old and I wasn't saying no to this. She purred with excitement as I unzipped and dropped my jeans and briefs in a single movement letting my erect cock bounce out. At that age I was reasonably well endowed, about seven inches full erect with a big round purple-grey head and quite hairy. And boy was I erect! With Marion naked in front of me I felt as if I was having the biggest, stiffest erection of my life. I stepped out of my jeans and briefs, then for good measure took my shirt off so I was naked too. I stood wide legged facing Marion as she knelt on the bed. I felt my straining cock swing stiffly as I thrust my hips toward her. Unexpectedly Marion laughed. "Your cock looks just like your dad's!" I didn't know what to say at yet another revelation of Marion's secret sex life, so I said nothing. She purred, leaned forward and caressed my balls and my cock, running her fingers lightly along its length and sliding her fingers up and over my shaft and its head. I'd never had my erect cock touched before. At the sudden shock of sexual pleasure I involuntarily rammed my sex kit into Marion's hand. Then, unexpectedly, Marion bent really low and took my erection-sensitized cock head into her mouth and massaged it with her lips and tongue. I involuntarily tried to shove my cock deeper into her mouth and struggled, successfully, not to cum in her mouth. Fortunately after a few moments of that she rolled back onto the bed. “Did you like that?" Marion was, grinning. I was panting and felt as if my cock was going to snap. She picked up one of the pictures scattered on the bed. "This was one of my husband's favorite poses." Repeating the pose she got on all fours on the bed and spread her knees wide. Her big breasts looked so erotic as they hung and swung pendulously above the bed. Her spread thighs and well-rounded bottom gleamed smoothly under the ceiling lights. To me, somehow most erotically of all, her bush of brown cunt fur peeped out behind her from just under her ass cheeks. "Touch me!" Marion was sensuously wiggling her bottom at me. I didn't need to be asked! She moaned softly as I caressed her soft smooth thighs and ass cheeks. I slid my fingers down the valley between her ass cheeks then ran my hand under her between her legs brushing her inside thigh tops and ruffling her rapidly moistening cunt hair with my fingers. Her legs strained wider for my hand and her whole body quivered when my fingers found her vagina lips. Then as I explored her naked body with my hands she got her naked body into leg-spreading, breast-thrusting and bottom- wiggling poses every bit as explicit as those photographs. My hands savored her exquisitely smooth bottom and thighs, those deliciously sensuously swinging breasts and of course her cunt. From her excited gasps and the way she trembled as my hand between her legs stroked her labia and reached inside her vagina slit I could tell I was hitting the right spot. As my one hand played with Marion, my other hand fingered my straining cock working it to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. She picked up her little black thong and brushed it over my straining cock, the way I used to do with my mother's panties imagining the feel of a woman's fingers and tongue. The feel of the lace against my cock head was exquisite. "My husband liked me to do that for him. It got him so excited." Then she flopped onto her back on the bed, spread her legs wide and thrust her hairy cunt at me in a movement that wobbled her breasts.. "Cum over me!" I joined her on the bed, kneeling astride her leg. My straining cock was arching up in front of me and my balls were brushing her bare thigh. Kneeling like that is one of my favorite masturbation positions. The heavy feeling of my cock sticking straight out makes it feel huge, and spreading my legs like that as I knelt pulls my muscles tight. Marion had a good long feel of my straining sex kit before I wrapped my hand round my cock to masturbate. I began the rhythmic stroking and tugging, thrusting my cock forward and making sure I put on a good meaty show. I grunted like an animal and stroked my cock full length with my fist sliding right up over my cock head. With my spare hand I played with Marion's smooth warm thighs and her hairy cunt, and reached forward to caress her breasts. As I masturbated astride her Marion reached up to lightly caress my balls and slid her hand between my legs to stroke the inside tops of my spread thighs, my groins and my arse. I'd masturbated thousands of times over naked women in porn, but nothing equaled that wank over a real live naked woman with her hand sexually exciting me. I took my time. I edged, holding myself on the brink of orgasm to prolong and increase my masturbation pleasure. Finally I couldn't hold back any more. I guess my strangled grunt and the way I thrust my cock forward told her I was rising. Then, as I rammed my hips forward in my orgasm thrust Marion leaned forward, reached between my spread legs to grip my ass. In an exquisite orgasm I spurted my cum over her belly and right up her front to her breasts. I stayed kneeling astride Marion's leg with my still mostly-erect cock swinging above her leg and dripping a strand of semen onto her thigh. Marion's light fingers were still playing with my cock and balls, gently stroking my shaft. The friction of her fingers against my shaft and cock head sent a last pulse of orgasm pleasure through my cock and a final spurt of semen that landed on Marion's thigh. I was panting, astonished at what I'd done. Marion reached out for that black lace thong and used it to wipe my semen off her body. Then she tossed it aside. "Was that good? You did it just like my husband." 'Fucking hell, Marion!" Was all I could gasp. She laughed. "That's not the kind of language I expect from a church-going boy!" I flopped onto the bed with Marion. As I lay beside her she browsed through the pictures as if she was re-living fond memories. She told me some of the filthy things she'd been up to in those past months. Seeing those unbelievably erotic pictures while listening to what she'd done, all with a naked woman snuggled next to me, my cock rapidly stiffened up. I also noticed she was constantly fingering her cunt, stroking and massaging her vagina lips, slipping her fingers into her slit and her pink-brown nipples were standing out more and more. I could tell she was getting excited again. Suddenly she put the pictures down. "They loved it when I pleasured myself for them. It's so much better with men watching. You want to watch me don't you?" Without waiting for any reply she rolled onto her back. Her breasts flopped sideways and she spread her legs incredibly wide, hooking one leg over mine in the process. With a deep half sigh half moan her hand slid down her belly and into her bush. I saw her fingers slip into her vagina slit. I watched with erotic fascination as her hand smoothly and rhythmically massaged and stroked her cunt up and down, rustling her pubic hair, setting her belly quivering and her breasts wobbling with the movement of her hand. She had her eyes closed and at first she seemed oblivious to me. As her masturbation pleasure rose she moaned, gasped and squirmed. Her eyes opened and she looked pleadingly at me. "Play with me! Kiss my tits!" I leaned over her and reached down between her spread legs to caress her inside thigh tops, her groins and her arse the way she'd excited me as I masturbated for her. Her gasps and groans, the way she strained her legs even wider and nuzzled her cunt against my hand told me I was treating her to what she wanted. I kissed her tits. Her nipples were peaking really hard and I licked and flicked them with my tongue. As I knelt beside her my hard up cock poked and prodded her side. The friction of her body against my cock head was turning my shaft to straining hard steel. As she got more and more excited, her spare hand grabbed my ass and she pulled me hard against her. Finally her hand suddenly went frantic between her legs, she uttered a long sobbing cry and her entire body seemed to tense. Her legs folded up, she thrust her cunt upward, then she writhed and squirmed in the pulses of her climax. Though I'd never watched a woman orgasm before, even I could tell it had been explosive and exquisite. I can still hear her orgasm cry to this day. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced. After she'd climaxed Marion lay back with her eyes closed, panting and holding her hand cupped over her hairy cunt. My cock felt taut enough to snap. I wanted release and I thought of getting astride her and wanking over her again. But Marion had other ideas. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. "Want you!" Marion was reaching up and trying to pull me on top of her. Some boys would have climbed straight on top of her and fucked her but at that moment I was terrified. My church upbringing had given me a fear of sex outside of marriage and she was a widow nearly three times my age. "Oh god no, Marion!" I gasped. But that didn't stop her. "Want you!" She was making it sound like an order, and tugging my arm. This time I couldn't resist. A naked woman was offering me sex and at her age there was no fear of pregnancy. It was as if Marion's pent up lust and will power was irresistibly drawing me to her, and at the same time my own lust was obliterating all my inhibitions. I couldn't resist moving up to kneel between her spread legs. Her spread thighs and gaping juice-glistening pubic hair ringed vagina pulled me irresistibly. As if acknowledging my surrender to her hungry body I bowed down and kissed her vagina, even darting my tongue between her labia. Then I moved up her body till I was on top of her with her naked body against mine. I remember how soft and warm she was under me, her belly against mine. I felt my cock head poking her between her legs and her cunt hair brushing me. It was impossible to resist making the final thrust and entering her hot, wet, full length. Marion gave a long deep sigh. "Oh! It’s been so long!" Then her arms wrapped over my back and her legs folded over my ass as if she was trying to pull me even deeper in. My hips almost involuntarily started the rhythmic thrusting movement. Her vagina was looser around my hard cock than younger women I've fucked in later years, but she was so deliciously smooth and warm. I remember thinking how similar but at the same time so different to masturbation sex with her was. My whole naked body, not just my cock in my hand, was enjoying her. Perhaps because of her looseness, or because I'd recently masturbated, I took ages to cum. She was still throbbing and aroused from masturbating herself, and while I was fucking her she suddenly gasped, gave a little cry and her arms and legs gripped me tighter. I'd given her another mini orgasm. Then delicious minutes of thrusting later, my own orgasm came, building slowly then exploding. I remember her firm thighs hard against mine as I rammed into her in my orgasm thrust and filled her with my semen, and of course I grunted "Marion!" I lay