We were exclusive for the first two months of our year and a day.
It was interesting. We displayed the flamingo prominently and hosted a group at the next RV park. We were getting pretty good at knowing each other's likes and we harmonized pretty damn well. Others would join in. My Goddess drew a crowd, and plenty of lust-filled looks, and I did okay myself. In the end, though, it was fun to turn down offers and go to bed with each other.
And it wasn't like it got boring or anything. She enjoyed pretty much anything I could dream up.
Our first titty fuck, for example, was her idea. One of the Flamingo group had some wonderfully potent pot, and we were beyond high into full-on stoned. We had taken our time, as we always did, undressing each other, playing with each other. Tickling and squeezing and kissing and licking and touching.
She stood, said "stay," and disappeared into the bathroom. I still enjoyed watching her walk away, that magnificent ass and hips putting on their own wonderful show.
I had another drink of my beer, enjoying Tom Waits on the stereo, wondering if I could pull off "Romeo is Bleeding."
"Come in My Lord," I heard from the bedroom.
I chuckled to myself, stopped in the bathroom, peed, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and then went into the bedroom.
She still had her panties on as she lay flat on her back, holding her breasts together, using her thumb and forefinger to milk herself. Her milk was running between her breasts where she held them together.
"You made me wait," she said, "but that is something for another day."
"Goddess," I started but she put her finger to her lips to shush me.
"I NEED your gift, baby," she said, "right here," she squeezed those magnificent tits together and used her thumb and forefinger on each nipple, coaxing thin multiple streams of milk.
I was erect, and climbed up to sit on her belly, the shelf of her belly roll almost like a backrest.
"And you know what I need," I said.
She put on her best pout.
"Please?" she asked with a little giggle in her voice.
"Oh no," I said, understanding our roles by now, "you have to do much better than that."
And the problem was, as she had predicted, we knew each other too well. It was almost scripted now.
"Please, please, baby," and there was a real need in her voice.
I bent forward, kissing where she was working her nipples, tasting her milk, warm and sweet and rich.
"Do better, Goddess," I breathed into her ear.
"Please, PLEASE," she was whining now and I could feel her hips rocking under my butt.
"Better," I said, nipping at her earlobe.
"Oh God, baby, honey, pleeeeeeeeeeeease," she said.
"Work those titties, Goddess," I said.
Her hips were bucking now, making it hard for me to stay where I was, and her fingers were digging into the softness of her breasts hard enough that I could see skin squeeze out between them.
Her milk was flowing, warm and creamy, lubricating my cock.
"BABY," she sort of moan/cried, "PLEASE."
"Getting close now," I said, smiling, "come on."
She was sweating badly now, beads forming on her forehead and running down the sides of her face to wet her hair. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in sharp little gasps. Her nose was running leaving shiny trails down her cheeks. When her head suddenly whipped back and forth snot went flying.
But her hands and arms kept going, her tits almost vibrating around my cock.
I was struggling with control by now. I wanted it to last for her, for both of us, but I'm only human.
When I came it was absolutely spectacular. The hot jet of my semen hosed her down. Her face looked like I had poured about a quart of yogurt on it. Her hair was soaked. Her mouth was open and a second pump laid a white sticky line from her forehead across her nose and mouth finally making a puddle under her chin. The third and fourth pumps were more like dribbles, and the ache in my balls and deep in my belly testified that I was completely empty. A final fifth spasm, almost a cramp somewhere low in my belly made me cry out and what came out onto her chin was thin and watery.
For Ashley, my Goddess's body was rigid. She wasn't breathing. I was starting to panic when she suddenly gasped a deep, shuddering, intake of breath.
I felt her slowly relax as her eyes opened and met mine.
"Do I please you, my Lord?" she asked.
She had a dreamy look in her eyes, kind of unfocused, and as her fingers slowly relaxed I could see little matching fingertip-sized bruises already forming.
I kissed her. A slick kiss, lips sliding, tasting semen and snot and saliva. A good kiss.
"You please me, Goddess," I said.
