"Jack?"
"Yes Baby?"
"Will you please start out a little more gently this time?" as I slightly lifted my leg.
"Start what out?"
"I really want you inside my ass again, I want you to fuck me in the ass."
Jack lifted my leg, and disappeared under the blanket, and I felt his lips gingerly embrace the tender, recently assaulted flesh. The heat of his mouth on my anus was the impetus my stretched out tail needed to relax. I looped my hand around behind my knee and pulled my leg out of the way, allowing him easy access to my sex district. He tongued my ass until it was wet and ready to be taken again. His head reappeared next to mine and I reached back to find him erect. I gently pulled his manhood into my crack and placed it at the entrance to my backyard playground. I pushed back against him, slowly. Again and again until my anus accepted him inside me. The sting and burn was very brief and the old familiar narcotic exhilaration of my man's cock being inside me came flooding over me. My loins ached for some stiff prodding, and Jack was in a good position to give me what I needed.
I lowered his hand to my belly, and cooed out "Oh Jack, That feels so good. Can you give me more of your cock? I want more."
Without saying a word, his hand pressed in on my lower belly, at the same time his shaft probed my rectal vault.
"Oh, yea. Come on baby. There's a deep hunger in my ass and it needs tending. Fuck me in the ass, Baby! Take me, Jack. Let momma know who she belongs to!" His strokes stayed slow and even, and I knew there was only one way to get it the way I needed it. I reached far back and grabbed him by the loins and pulled, his pelvis rocked against me and the first good stroke of the evening pushed its way into my night. "Jack?"
"Yes, Baby?"
"You and that cock of yours need to get on top of me and fuck me like you mean it!"
"Are you sure it's ok?"
"Swing for the fence Baby! Knock one into my backfield!"
The speed with which he repositioned us told me he was most certainly interested in batting his balls deep into my bench warmer. He laid me on my back and drew my ankles up to his shoulders, as I expertly slid my pillow under my low back. This brought me more in line with Jack's pelvis, and the sincere, deep stroking, ass pounding I was hoping for. I licked my fingers and spread a little extra lubrication across the ample head of his cock. Jack placed his penis against the hole in my ass, and the tingling began instantly. The head entered me as if it was returning home, and I begged "Oh Yea, PLEASE fuck me Jack!"
"I'm gonna fuck you good, Baby!" as he loosed his lust upon my tender ass once more, and I enjoyed every stroke he gave me. He answered my moans for more, by giving me more. He pumped my ass with the savagery I lusted for. Jack pleased me more than he ever had, exactly the way he does every time his flesh touches mine.
"Cum in my mouth Jack!" I said into the night, and by the time I righted myself his cock was waiting for my warm reception. I cupped his low hanging balls in one hand as the other grasped the object of my anxious oratory skills. I stoked his shaft as my tongue ringed the purple head of his erect cock. Occasionally exercising an exaggerated lick up the underside of his cock's head to capture the fleeting taste of his delicious precum.
"I want the taste of your cum in my mouth!" And at him again I went. Jack moaned out very loudly, "Your gonna suck my nuts right out of me! God Damn woman, you're fucking fantastic!" I smiled up at him and whispered "Feed me every drop, Cocksman!" and went down on his cock, pulling its head deep into my mouth.
I firmly stroked his shaft, backed my mouth off the end of him, stuck my tongue out and rotated my head slightly, ready to take his spend in my mouth, and across my face. The vision proved too much for my lover to handle. His first shot dropped directly onto my tongue. I let his initial wad snake its way along the length of my tongue at its own sweet pace. The second shot plopped squarely on my chin. The third landed heavily on my left cheek and began to trace it way down to my neck, and onto my perky titties. I couldn't stand to lose any more and I moved to take him back into my mouth as his fourth shot rocketed out and shot squarely into the back of my throat. I swallowed what was in my mouth and sucked his glans into my insatiable maw. Jack gripped my hair and pushed my face down onto his waiting shaft.
His cum flowed into me like a freshwater spring as he fucked my hungry mouth. I swallowed his seed, humming my approval. Not daring to take his rod from my mouth, for fear of losing any more of his precious juice, I gently squeezed the stragglers out of his balls, and guzzled them happily into my hungry belly.
Jack lifted my face as I licked eagerly at my chin, while I massaged his errant dribblings onto my b-cups, catching the traveling drop as it cleared my neck.
My lover collapsed on his back, and I moved in to nuzzle my way into his slightly hairy chest. "You never cease to blow my fucking mind, you know that? Your far better than any porn queen I've ever heard of!"
"And I will be as long as you continue to blow all your loads at, in, or on me!" I tongued his nipple and laid my head on his chest, his heartbeat drumming in my ear. We drifted off to sleep without a care in the world.
The dawn spilled over the ridge to bathe our bodies in warmth, as we blinked the sandman's dust from our brows. As I returned to our campsite from my morning routine, I found Jack perched near the edge of the outcropping stretching his naked frame in the glow of the waxing sun. I joined him and began stretching my limbs. My core was still feeling well stretched.
The sun felt miraculous on my skin. I am a bit of a contradiction, genetically. My mother was an Irish prostitute turned photographer that firmly believed in keeping her 'fall back plan' in good shape with the occasional 'supplement' to her income. My father was a short lived tribal president of the Oglala Sioux reservation in South Dakota. He was found dead from alcohol poisoning shortly after his patronage of my mother had come to light. My last name came from the third of my mother's seven husbands. William Tanner Clarke felt sorry for the little rag-a-muffin tomboy Teresa O'Mallory was dragging through life, and attempted to insulate me from the overly rapid education that mom was exposing me to. Bill was a kind and gentle soul, and always treated me with respect.
As a result, my appearance was a mix of light and dark. My hair is a rich dark red that has the ability to look unkept even right after washing and styling. It has even been dubbed 'untamable' by several of the finest salons in the country. No matter what I do, it retains its look of tousled neglect. But the carpet in contrast, is a flaming bright orange that I keep finely manicured. My skin tone is almost olive, and I tan with great ease, and my eyes are a blue reminiscent of a clear noon Montana sky in July. I am on the short side of 5'8", and a healthy 135. My love of simple things I'm sure comes from dear ole' dad, but my sex drive without question comes straight from the "girl from county Claire" whose debauchery brought me into this world.
I LOVE SEX. I REALLY LOVE SEX! I REALLY FUCKING LOVE SEX! The pleasure of physical intimacy is second ONLY to doing those very same things with someone you share a spiritual bond with. I have had SEX with probably close to a hundred people. Something I am both proud of, and ashamed of. Men and women, some as lovers, some as fuck buddy's, and yes a few as one night bacchanalian lust festivals that were COMPLETELY boundary free. If your wildest sexual fantasies can imagine it, I have probably done it at some point in time. BDSM, Dom/Sub, Cuckold, multiple partners, Medical fantasy, Mechanical sex, public sex, Voyeurism, Water sports, breath play, rimming, fisting, pegging, electro, forced/rape fantasy, a plethora of role-play, Lesbian (a college roommate, and a dear long term lover), and yes even Bestiality (This occurred while I was exploring being completely subservient. The Dom that I was 'owned by' liked to get drunk, and when he did, there was no rhyme or reason to anything he did. One night I was on the floor watching TV, with his dog 'Boomer' when he woke on the couch, still completely intoxicated. He said that if I liked the dog so much, I could have him. He put me into position on a low footstool, held Boomer in place and told me to go at it. I knew the consequences would be severe in his state if I refused, and I liked the dog, so I did it. I will tell you without shame that Boomer was a MUCH better fuck than his owner. I soothed 'David' to sleep, left him note on the table that thanked him for opening my eyes to a world better than he could take me to, and left him that night. I also took Boomer, put an ad in the paper and gave him away to a nice family in the suburbs.) But absolutely nothing can even hold a candle to the connection I feel with Jack. It's intimate, solid, spiritual, and complete.
I've told Jack about my past. I explained the sordid details, and his response was to ask me if that was the kind of future that I wanted. "What I want is to be with you. If you want those things, then I would accept them without a second thought. If you want an exclusively monogamous relationship, I am without question, ready, willing, and able to commit to that with you. And ONLY with you!"
Jack had taken me in his arms and told me "You're home Dane, There is no need for you to wander looking for something that is missing. The one condition that I have is that if there is something/anything you need or want, you talk with me about it before you decide to look for it without me. Is that something you can promise me?"
"I promise you! With all my heart, mind, body, and soul!" I willingly committed as I cried with joy. "Can you really love someone who has lived that kind of life?"
Jack whispered in my ear as he took me in his arms "I already do." He held me for what seemed like hours as I cried in his arms, later that night we made the sweetest love two people can share.
The love we shared that night is private and I will never share that memory with anyone.
After our morning stretching, we set out on the trail, and gained the summit of Half-dome within the hour. The landscape that lay between us and the horizon, was breathtaking. We surveyed the expanse of our surroundings with the childish awe of a Christmas morning. We seemed to be alone in all the world. Like we were standing at threshold of a new world, together, and completely in sync. As we stood atop our world, Jack's arms encircled my waist and he pulled us together. I traced my arms over his and completed our embrace.
"Dane?"
