A Zero Sum

Intro

So I had this company in odd jobs. Hard work for little, especially when starting up. I felt it in muscles and bones and continuously having to find new jobs is quite stressful. So I followed some advice and started following yoga classes.

My instructor was a rather good looking woman in her mid thirties. Elena comes from a rather strict Christian oriented village though it's clear she doesn't belong to that group. She's blond, blue eyed, about 1m70 (5 feet 7)... and if she wouldn't be the busy yoga instructor she is, giving multiple lessons several days a week, I'm guessing she'd be chubby. But she definitely wasn't. Not extremely toned or thin, as one might expect, but a nice sporty figure. Small boob's, nice ass. But most of all a friendly face with a disarming expression.

Me, I was in my forties, no tummy worth mentioning, good muscle tone. Not a beautiful man, I'm sure, but neither ugly. I had (still have) an open and friendly demeanor that easily makes contact.

When I got to know Elena a bit, it turned out she was single. Which surprised me, 'cause I deemed her quite attractive.

After a few months, she told me she had to move. She found a new apartment because she'd been living in the house of a friend who worked abroad for some years. She returned, so...

The job

Her new place needed some adjustment and she asked me if I could help her out. We made an appointment to check what she wanted and what I could do. It was quite a bit of work.

She wanted help with putting together a few closets and cupboards from Ikea, as well as a bed. She also wanted a new shower set with a thermostat fixed, instead of the rather primitive old one. And drilling holes for pictures etc. At least two days of work. And that was a bit expensive for her, especially since she had to buy a bit more for her new home than she expected. Turned out she only had budgeted for one day of work. I asked if she had something to barter. Or if maybe she could pay me in kind. She looked at me questioningly so I explained that I could follow a series of her classes for which I would do the work, her work for mine. She considered that but my hourly rate is three times her rate per lesson... Not quite fair and comparable since I'm joining a class. I then suggested to first see exactly how many hours it will be and then figure out how to compensate. She could also pay some later.

She did help out and working with her was a pleasure. She turned out to be quite handy, much more even than she considered herself to be. But while getting her place in order more tasks came up. As it always does. She wanted a door removed and the holes of the hinges and locks covered. She'd gotten hold of a second hand electric stove... that needed a special double electric connection. And the front door needed new anti draft strips... I had to do the stove first. It took me more than half a day because I had to go and buy the connectors and extend and expand the wiring. Then we built up the bed. Next day we solved the Ikea furniture puzzle. I finished the second myself and replaced the shower gear while she was off to do a yoga class. When she returned it was the end of day two. I worked hard and she recognised that but we hadn't finished. I sat at the end of the bed while she admired the new shower set and then sat herself next to me.

Closer

We'd gotten to know one another much better. I knew she was not involved with anyone... that she was heterosexual but that she hadn't been able to find the right man, a good man. We didn't go deep into the subject but with some careful covert questions, it became clear to me. She had a good circle of friends, all female, but all but one in a relationship, mostly married. She confessed that she didn't crave marriage but the quiet thoughtful look there and then... I dared to suggest that she missed the intimacy. She looked at me, surprised by the level of intimacy my remark was. She didn't answer but she didn't have to.

So there we were, side by side sitting at the end of her double bed. Both of us were a bit sweaty and smelly from work. I ventured that it was getting to be more work than planned and anticipated. She admitted and stared ahead while I looked sideways. She bit her lip. Her hair was a bit wet around her ears from sweat. She looked beautiful to me and also very sexy in her yoga outfit.

So how are we going to settle it all? She looked at me and asked if I would be able to finish the work tomorrow. I said I could.

She was quiet and looked towards the shower. Her hands next to her legs, sticking halfway over the edge of the bed, rolling sort of nervous left and right, open and almost shut.

Seeing her in a yoga outfit always sends some excitement to my secondary brain. But seeing her like this made my groin significantly warmer. I felt blood filling my dick while it's brain function was claiming my decision center.

I ventured: "Paying in kind can also be paying in person."

She turned to look at me. Not angry, annoyed or even slightly insulted. Just... somewhat curious? "Paying in flesh and blood. ".

More blood pushing into my lower brain, feeding it, making it sturdy.

"How?"

"Well, we both need a shower, I could wash your back."

"Will that be enough?"

My male member was now taking over from my brain, definitely being a hard-on by now.

"It'd be a start." I said and smiled smartly.

She smiled back but asked: "Have you forgotten you're married?"

"No. But what does that have to do with me sitting on the edge of the bed of a beautiful woman, negotiating a priceless experience?"

"Cheeky bastard."

"That's OK."

She stood up, took my hand (I quickly kicked off my in house working shoes) and led me into the shower. She turned to me and said: "You may wash my back."

Getting clean

She then proceeded to take off her clothes. Her shirt, revealing a sports bra with her nice titties. Not big in height but the cross section indicated that her size is held back by her physical job efforts. But I'm not into jugs, I like 'em smaller... small in fact, appeals more to me. While I was pondering this I also looked her in the eyes and she smiled wickedly. She crossed her arms, grabbed the sports-bra and pulled it over her head. Her breasts fell free... perfect. Low swellings, hanging just that bit. Areolas two fingers wide and the nipple sticking out somewhat.

I had an American overall on and undid the shoulder straps. The piece fell to the ground, leaving me in a t-shirt and tight boxers. She looked down at my bulging pants and smiled some more.

She threw her shirt and bra out and in one movement pulled down her yoga pants... and, surprise, together with her unnies in one move. I'd pictured this most every time during her classes. Slight tummy flowing backwards between her legs in one unflawed curve. Her venus was not a hill but rather a cleft. Shaven totally bold, her slit looked sort of glued shut, still. She kicked off the pants and swooped them past me out of the shower. I quickly pulled off my shirt, while I removed my socks with my toes, not letting my eyes fall away from her ravishing body. I dropped my shirt behind me and swept my socks to the back with my feet. I then pulled my boxers down, leaving eye contact for just a moment. But when I got up, she looked at my enthusiastically prancing manhood, pointing forward and up, bent a bit to my left.

I don't have a big penis, slightly above average I think. It stands 18 cm (7 inches) tall with a girth of 11 cm (just over 4 inches). My head is thicker and turns purplish at maximum size. I'm not bold but trimmed. My scrotum, dick and base are shaved. I've got chest hair going down to my groin. Not ape-like but present. So below the belt I trim it increasingly shorter until the bold spot at the base. I'm happy with my gear and at that moment, it was ready for action.

Getting dirty

She turned around, showing me her muscled butt and walked into the shower. After turning the water on, Elena turned to me and said: "I'm very much flattered by your excitement, but I don't have condoms here. And I'm not on the pill."

I said: "I don't do condoms, never have."

"Well, then we can't go all the way." she stated.

I felt disappointed, obviously, but I did not let it show. I said: "That's ok with me.", picked up a puff and the first available bottle of shower lotion while she stepped under the shower head.

I admired her body as she let the water moisten her skin. First her back towards me, then her front. She commented on how nice the shower was like this, with the big shower head, more water... She turned further, again, with her back towards me so I put some lotion on the puff and started to rub her back. Neck, shoulders, down over her cheeks... she lifted her arms and I rubbed from the armpits down. Then she turned around facing me. It wasn't like she's wearing a six-pack but her body was toned and her skin tight but... soft. As I experienced when she urged me to continue. I added some more lotion and started to rub her belly. She stepped in a bit closer so I paid attention to her titties. Nice and round and now with her nipples hard from excitement.

My phallus was still standing at attention, hard, pointing forward and up a bit. I dropped the puff, having brushed off all of her body except her legs and, of course, her pussy. One doesn't use soapy stuff on a pussy. I now noticed how some of her crumpled inner labia showed between her round outer parts. And I noticed her looking at my manhood avidly.

I reached past her to take the shower head to wash the lotion off. My hard manly extension touched her and she let it, standing her ground. It was a small but exciting thing. When I had the shower head she turned around to let me wash off her back first. She turned around again and the rays of warm water washed her front clean.

Soft and wet

I looked her in the eyes when I reached her love triangle. I put my hand on her lower stomach and slid down over her peach. She became motionless but for her moving in closer ever so slightly, pressing her buttocks a bit more firmly against my boner. In this tiny space this marginal movement felt like a big step. She kept her hands at her side as I cleaned the entrance of her vagina. I slid two fingers between inner and outesbia, left and right, to which she sharply inhaled and held her breath. Then, very cheeky, I slid a finger just inside her slit. This elicited a soft but edible moan.

"Do you find this pleasing?" I asked.

"Hm Hm, yes... " she nodded "... it is nice. "

"May I continue?" I continued while putting my other hand on her breast.

"Ohh mmm... yes, go on." she replied.

So I did. I entered my middle finger into her warm intimate cavity sliding gently in and out while rubbing the top of her slit.

Elena stepped out a bit to give me better access and pushed her butt with more force against my cock while bending back, putting the back of her head on my shoulder. I then entered a second digit and pulled her lower body against me with some force. She moaned her pleasure so I started finger fucking her. She moaned louder. The shower sprayed against the front of her body, so my hand made a splashing noise against the water passing. She started stammering her pleasure with a moaned "Yeeeesss ohhh mmm yeeesss."

I stuck my fingers in deep and rubbed my thumb between the top of her slit, stimulating her clit.

She almost buckled, her knees weak, growling "Ooohh hmmm I'm coming... "

I held her up with my stimulating fingers in her womanly privates, my other hand on her breast. Small cramp-like shocks went through her body as a definite sign of her orgasm. I slowed down my rhythm, the movements of my hand, gently caressing her tender flesh.

Delicious delving

She turned her head towards me and as I looked down, I kissed her. She answered passionately, turning towards me. That twisted my hand so I released her crevice. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me some more.

I kissed her back and then said: "I want to please you more. I want to eat you out."

She smiled, said nothing but turned off the shower, picked up a towel and threw me one. She dried her hair and wiped her body, then laid herself on the bed, her tunnel of love inviting towards me. I wiped most of the moisture off and sat myself down on my knees between her legs. She touched herself, dragging a finger through her fissure, dipping it in her hole and spreading her lips.

"Come on then, make me come again." she said with a horny voice, beckoning me with the lubricated finger. I grabbed her hand and put my mouth over her finger, sucking it. Elena smiled and moved her hand towards her honeypot. I bent over to kiss her where she led me, her pussy lips. Her inner lips open like the wings of a butterfly. Her entrance to heaven was pink at the center towards sand coloured at the edge. She lifted her pelvis up to receive my lips on hers. And I did. My mouth covered her muff completely. I slid my tongue in her sheath and then sucked in her labia. I wallowed in her wonderful wetness. I savored her smell, her taste, her excitement. I gave pleasure as I took it, stimulating all of her vagina with my lips, my tongue and my fingers. Meanwhile I felt my hard member under me, fully engorged and bone-hard but hanging free, pointing towards its goal and giving me signals about his need to perform.

Before long, Elena once more had these spastic contractions, betraying she had arrived at her climax. I licked up her arousal cream while her orgasm settled with a shiver and a sigh. I then crawled over her to kiss her. She responded to my hungry mouth with a lazy, wet nibbling mouth. My proud prancing prick touched her gaping venus. She noticed and sort of woke up, realizing the 'danger'.

Her control

You should know that I've been an active jiu-jitsuka for over ten years, followed by aikido for another five until an injury made me give it up. She's extremely fit and souple because of her yoga practice but her skills exceeded that because with an unexpected quick move she flipped me over and reversed our position, laying me on my back. She straddled me, smiling wickedly saying: "I'm in control now." I smiled back and looked at her gaping gash spread out on my tummy, still wet with excitement.

"How about rimming? Pleasure for two... " I ventured.

She slid back a bit and lowered her warm intimate flesh over my hard meat that laid flat on my lower body. We both looked at my veined shaft with my purplish head peeping from beneath my foreskin. She looked up at me, this time with a crooked smile. She started to slide up and down over the length of my length. Slowly at first but soon she bit her bottom lip and increased speed, working her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her entrance and her clit against my bone hard cock. It felt good but not great, like prolonged fore-play. I placed my hands on her breasts and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, flipping the hard knoblets. Elena started moaning her pleasure, pushing her chest forward to motivate me to continue. She touched herself between her legs with one hand, the other on my body for stability. She sighed and moaned, still rubbing her slit over the ridge that was my pleasure pole. Suddenly she said: "Oh, I can't take it anymore..."

She took a sharp deep breath, lifted herself up, placed my dickhead against her wide open flower and lowered herself on my eager equipment. And it felt like... how can I describe this? Her rimming was really nice but my meat didn't really warm up, it remained a bit cold, also literally, temperature wise. And also the fact that she first claimed not to want to go all the way, made the sexual act less enticing for me. Especially considering my fetish: my need to breed, to at least copulate bare. To have Elena guide my manhood in her womanhood, to feel her warm flesh embrace my cold hard meat... It was a relief, in the way that a certain tension was gone. She was tight and she held her breath as I felt my breathtaking bat slowly stretch the entrance to her conceiving cave. As her femininity engulfed my male organ, she exclaimed while exhaling: "Your cock is such a delicious temptation, I can't resist it." And when my entire erection had entered, she said with a bit of a trembling voice: "You fill me up so wonderfully." She swallowed and continued:" I feel so fucking full now."

My control

The line was crossed, I didn't have to hold back anymore. Her cunt remained tight but lubricated enough not to hinder passage. After she moved up and down once I grabbed her hips and started fucking with her, against her moves. At first she just bounced on my dick and I met her every move. Then she pinned me down and rocked her pelvis. Slow at first but with increasing rhythm to a speed level that was very stimulating. She started growling with pleasure and I felt my orgasm building. Then she leaned forward, hands on my chest, and rubbed her clit against the base of my mast. That's when she started to tremble. It was impossible to time my pinnacle with hers this quick, she beat me to it.

I decided that I wanted to be in control and whilst her being fully in orgasmic state, I flipped us around and started fucking her in missionary position, hard. Elena was obviously still in extacy, she had a horny fuck face: half smiling at me, half turned inward on her orgasm.

As I slammed my ramming rod deliberately in her tantalizing twat at about a second per stroke, I asked in time with my thrusts: "Am I... making... you... feel... good?" her overpowered moaned answer was: "Ohhhh... It's... great. "

I became hyper aware.

The air against my dick as I pulled back became noticeably cooler.

The noise of it entering her moist fleshy folds was a slurping sound, with sort of a splash 💦 at the end as my hammer-base hit her front bottom.

I heard my own breath; short inhale at push one, short exhale at push two.

I heard Elena's soft little moans every time I fully entered her.

And the soft creaks of the bed under my rhythmic moves.

I felt my scrotum softly collide with her flesh just before that tingly feeling announcing my climax.

Breeding

I slowed my rhythm down, making my entrance more deliberate, more forced. She responded with louder moans. I looked intensely at her face.

As my semen was entering my urethra I had to say it, I couldn't help myself: "My orgasm is here, I'm coming."

She looked up at me.

I continued: "I'm going to fill you up, not just with my genitals... " Her eyes grew big.

"... but also with my semen. " A bit of panic on her face as I made one more move.

"I'm delivering my sperm..."

I held my baby maker fixed deep in her vulva as my spunk rushed up my canal.

"... my seed deep into your body." I finished.

I felt my fluids ejaculate from my dickhead. I trembled and moaned out my pleasure. Her face now showed the realization of the inevitable. A quick, almost involuntary spasm unloaded a second rope of cum. I had closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them, she had a crooked smile on her face.

I was so turned on by me breeding her fertile femininity, my mighty meaty member remained hard. We looked at each other as I started to move again. Sliding my organ up and down her warmth.

She wrapped her legs around my butt and said: "Oh yes, stud, give me some more. Make love to me one more time."

Seconds on second thought

I laid myself on top of her, my tummy on hers, my breast on her breasts, my mouth on hers. Nice and intimate, warm too. We kissed passionately as I screwed her from the hips. And she joined in. With her legs wrapped around my bottom she pulled me in while she turned her pelvis back and forth against my motions. Our breathing became too heavy to keep kissing. We looked at each other as we felt our respective genitals stimulate one another. The closeness of our bodies didn't allow for hard fucking, we just moved our hips and it was wonderful. For me and apparently for Elena as well.