Every Man's Dream
She discarded her towel and sat on the side of the bed, watching me as I tore my clothes off in my eagerness to join her in her nakedness. I moved in front of her, pushing her legs apart with my knees. She was so beautiful in my eyes, warm, soft, pinkly glowing after her hot shower. Her mid-blond hair was still damp, falling in lazy ringlets down over her bare shoulders to the swelling mound of her breasts. As I gathered her hair in my hand I bent to kiss her, first on her forehead, then on her soft lips. She lifted her head to mine and kissed me back tenderly. She smelled alluringly of perfumed shampoo.
"You're so beautiful. I love it when you've just come out of the shower. Your skin feels silky and smooth and warm. Your breasts are so soft, and you smell good."
I stood between her legs and held a breast in each hand. I marvelled at their weight as I lifted each one up and squeezed it gently. This was what touch was meant for, the utter perfection of the feel of a woman's breast. They were not really huge, these, but they were big, and they still lifted gracefully out from her body with only the hint of a sag. Her areolas were browny-pink and large, perhaps five or six centimetres across, and perfectly round. Her nipples stood out proud and prominent; they must have been a good centimetre in diameter and were at least as long. As I kneaded and fondled each breast, I could feel them puckering and hardening.
My penis started to fill and stand out, poking the soft skin between those wonderful full orbs. Still holding each breast I pushed them together around my stiffening member, hungry for the sensation of soft flesh on my shaft, on my scrotum and the bottom of my stomach. I pushed and massaged those soft mounds against my penis and the warmth from her body warmed it and encouraged it to grow further. As I hardened I was no longer comfortable pointing downwards along the length of her cleavage, and I had to release the pressure to let me adjust and point upwards, pushing the sensitive underside of my penis against her chest. I squeezed her breasts together again, palpating them and manipulating their softness, and the sensation of her warm flesh enveloping my hardness and my scrotum was even more gorgeous than before.
I started to move up and down slowly as the urge to thrust was hard to resist. I could feel the hot skin of her breasts dragging the mobile outer sheath of my member backwards and forwards, up and down, and each time my glans poked further and further out of my foreskin. My frenulum pressed against the depths of her cleavage as her ample flesh enveloped me, and I could feel how sensitive it was, driving me to increase my urgency. My lover started to respond more vigorously to my movements and she clutched my buttocks, digging her fingers in, opening me wide and pulling me harder towards her. She brought her mouth to my right nipple and rolled it between her lips. She suckled on it and nibbled it gently and the feeling was incredible - a direct connection to my groin, heightening my need. With her hand she tickled the other nipple and tweaked it, rolling between her fingers. My breathing quickened. I could feel my heart pounding noisily in my chest. And still there was the incredible feel of soft breasts around my cock - now so hard and straining at the limits of my girth - caressing me, stimulating me, driving me to a frenzy. The skin of my glans was stretched so tight that it was shiny, poking out at the top of the luscious channel between her beautiful mounds each time I thrust against her, and my foreskin rolled up and down over my corona. I was leaking drops of pre-come smearing her skin and lubricating our increasingly passionate movement.
"Oh god - that feels so good. Suck my nipples! Harder!"
My gorgeous willing lover complied with enthusiasm, sucking and gently biting now one, now the other. I knew she loved having her boobs held and fondled, and she was moaning softly into my chest. One hand left my bum and snaked its way to her sex where I could feel it furiously rubbing her squishy labia and her clitoris, and smearing her wetness liberally around. I continued to lift and mash her tits together around my balls and my throbbing cock, rubbing her hard nipples into my pubic hair. As if I could have stopped at that point!
I could feel I was getting close. I love the build-up, that feeling of my whole body rising, yearning towards the moment when there's no turning back. And then the release, the need to thrust deep and strong, the sensation of warm semen coursing suddenly from the depths of my groin, up through my penis and out, spurting in milky-white ropes and going everywhere.
"I'm going to come..."
"I'm close too. Ohhhhhh yes, yes, YES! Aaaahhhh!"
And come we did, together. As my orgasm flowered and flooded through me, my come pulsed wildly from my cock, a thick stream plashing onto my sweetheart's neck and chin. My second spasm was equally powerful, and the milky fluid landed in her hair and on her cheek. A third spasm deposited its load in thick blobs on her chest and the upper swell of her breast. Exulting in my climax, my lover let it trigger her own; she cried out and tensed, quivering, as her orgasm crashed through her body, making her suck in deep lungfuls of air as her chest surged up and down. I felt myself go weak at the knees, and I collapsed over her, pushing her backwards onto the bed.
We lay in a sticky tangled heap for several minutes while our pulses quieted and our breathing returned to something more like normal. I was aware of my semen salving us both where my skin lay against hers, my chest pressing against her fabulous heaving boobs, and I could smell its distinctive odour mingled with the heady sweet musk of my godess's vagina. The smell of raw sex filled the room. I was conscious of the last few drops of my issue smearing the inside of her thigh as my erection subsided and my spent manhood lost its attitude. I moved to one side to take my weight off her, and I began to massage the semen into the soft skin of her wondrous breasts. She brought the hand with which she'd pleasured herself up to her face and wiped the drops of come from her cheek, then offered it to me to inhale the exquisite perfume of her arousal, and to suck her clean. I took her fingers into my mouth and tasted our mutual ecstasy.
I reached over and grabbed a handful of tissue to wipe away the best of the mess I'd made of her, and then we rearranged ourselves on the bed, lying side by side, legs entwined and hugging one another, languorous and sated. And I told her how much I loved her.
The afternoon crept on lazily.
I began to stroke my sweet companion's side, where her waist swelled to her hip. She stretched and lifted her arms above her head which let me smooth my hand down the captivating transition from her armpit to the swell of her breast. I could smell the tang of the sweat we'd worked up earlier, and while I stroked her with one hand, I buried my face deep in the smooth hollow beneath the arm nearer me. I breathed in deeply, savouring the delicate tangy body odour of my lover like a junkie with a fix. I licked her there and tasted her intoxicating spice that filled my senses; I felt my penis stir in acknowledgement. Licking and kissing down her breast towards the apex of that soft mound, I took her nipple in my mouth; it had relaxed since our earlier passion, but as I rolled it around my tongue and opened my mouth wide to inhale the whole of her areola - indeed, as much of her breast as I could - I could feel it puckering and rising up out of its soft bed. My stroking hand covered her other breast and squeezed it gently, then with just the flat of my palm touching her, I rolled the stiffening nub round in small circles. She stirred against me.
She lay on her back while I propped myself up on one elbow, the better to feed on her. I sucked each nipple in turn, wetting them with my saliva, and blowing, teasing them with the cold air and making them harder still. My hand resumed its gentle movement over her skin, drawn inexorably downward over her belly, over the tuft of her mound, to that special place, the centre of her pleasure. She opened her legs for me, and for a few moments I revelled in the creamy smoothness and warmth of her inside thighs. I cupped her mound and my middle finger slipped wetly into her, her labia opening readily and coating my finger with her sweet juices. Under my palm I could feel the firm bud of her clitoris, and I squeezed and circled my hand over it. For a few minutes we stayed like that - my mouth on her nipples and my hand caressing her crotch - while my lover lay passively, with just the increasing depth of her breathing to tell me the effect I was having on her.
It was not enough. I had to get closer to her, to go down on her and taste her, to put my tongue into that most intimate place, to drink deeply of her juices, to suck on her lips and breathe in the musty sweet aroma of her vagina. I moved to bend over her with my head between her legs, and licked down the length of her slit which began to open like a flower. The intimacy of being there so close to her most private place, licking her, sucking on her labia, probing her vagina with my tongue and feeling its heat, made my penis grow rigid again, and press into the pliant flesh of her breast.
With one arm between my legs, my lover started to caress me, moving her hand from between my buttocks to my testicles and the shaft of my turgid penis. With the pad of one finger she pressed against the puckered opening to my anus. I loved it!
My sweetheart's clitoris was firm and prominent, its little tip protruding demurely from the puffy sheath that usually covered it. I started to flutter my tongue over it, causing her to thrust her pelvis hungrily upwards into my face. I took it between my lips and sucked, and she gasped in pleasure.
