Rachel lay against the pillows and studied her husband's cock as he slept. It was still swollen from that night's lovemaking session though it wasn't fully hard. It rested lazily on his open thigh. His legs were spread wide and she could see his hips rise and fall with each breath. He looked comfortably slutty in such a position. She wore only his oversized t shirt, grabbing it from the floor for warmth as their considerable orgasms lessened. Now her fingers found the apex of her legs to her damp slit. Slightly sore from the heated sex with her talented man, it nevertheless craved more attention. She was still heady from sleep and sex but her body roused for more.
She lay back and rested and through heavy lids she glanced to her lover by her side. Her fingers found their rhythm, and stroked just as she loved. Unlike their lovemaking, she didn't rush to orgasm, she played, flitted and teased her sex, causing her need to deepen. The shirt was pulled off her chest, displaying completely her toned, athletic body, with round, firm breasts. One hand moved steadily across the mattress, roaming on the slumbering form of her husband. She found the tight belly, with smooth creases of muscles that sloped downward to his crotch, the hair thickening just above his shaft. Her palm rested on his hip, above the hard curve of his hipbone that she found so sexy.
With each breath his penis rose and fell and with one finger she reached to touch it. The skin of his cock head was both firm and adoringly soft. It was smooth and caused her nipples to bud in the still air of the bedroom. The first time she saw it she was fascinated. A man's penis was still new to her, only having heard of them through more promiscuous friends.
She was a sophomore in college and studious enough to hide her awkward shyness. Men were all around her and, for a college girl just realizing sex, she was very chaste. She lived vicariously through her friend's dates and sex tales while developing her own active fantasy life. Masturbation was a common and uninhibited practice that she enjoyed almost daily.
However, men were not foreign to her and she was approached often. Everything about them was appealing; their scent, their forwardness, how calmly they looked at life. For a woman suddenly thrust into a world of anxious, sexual men, it was almost overwhelming.
She met Lee near the end of her second year. It was unexpected for both of them and their chance meeting in the line at the cafeteria lacked the flair she always wished for when speaking of the man she chose to share her life with. He was attractive though and she found herself comfortable talking to him. He made her laugh and she would call him for hours a night just for the company.
They began dating and though they were amorous together, Rachel was hesitant about introducing sex into their relationship. She confessed she was a virgin and wanted it to be memorable for her. Too many of her friends had jumped into bed with a man and regretted it, she said. They ended up lonely and dissatisfied. She imagined sex to be the culmination of a fruitful relationship, not the goal.
She believed that then. All the parental talks and pamphlets given to her in Catholic school had done their work and she held up sex to be such a glorious thing, she would be shocked were it to ever live up to the reputation she built for it. Ah, to be naïve and young again...
Lee was patient and she could see by how he treated her that he wasn't in it just to hop into bed. He enjoyed her company and she began to miss the nights when he wasn't around to share his bed with him. Her masturbation continued and on those evenings she would build herself to a roaring climax, dreaming of his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her breasts, before passing to a blissful sleep.
The first time they had sex she was well acquainted with orgasms, though not yet familiar with a man. Oh, she knew what they looked like naked, had seen many of them, but to have one before her, erect and eager as he was, brought new feelings to her body. The sight of his erect penis, with its slight curve upwards, brought a wave of lust that caused a flow in her body culminating in the familiar moisture of her sex. He was patient with her and understood her need to hold him in her tiny palm, examining him closely. Each soft fold, the smooth, hot head all held such an interest for her. It was fascinating and that first time she seemed almost in awe, so appreciative of the male form and its need. She offered herself willingly, spreading her untouched thighs for his lusts. She looked away as he entered her, wincing and gritting her teeth as her adolescence was extinguished in the breaking of her hymen.
The redness that coated him was testament to her arrival at womanhood. He stopped upon seeing this and she laid back, the ache decreasing and slowly wept.
"Do you hurt, sweetie?" He asked tenderly. She could only nod slowly.
"I'll be fine," she said and added, "Thank you."
She was shocked at what he did next. Rather than continue as she expected, he lay beside her and clutched her head to his shoulder. For a time she allowed herself to cry freely and felt comforted by the warmth of his body. Without realizing it, her body wrapped around him and she felt consumed by him. It elated her.
He was still aroused and tenderly, as if afraid of hurting him, she reached down his body and felt his genitals. She found his balls fascinating. Never having seen, much less felt them, she was amused by the completely foreign feeling. They were warm and loose in her hands, something she never would have guessed. He sighed softly as she held him and, growing bolder, she ran her tiny hand up the length of his brimming cock. At this he kissed her tenderly on her neck, just below her ear.
She gripped him and pulled on his prick, like a child with a new toy. Never having seen one before, she was rough with him at first, masturbating him until a gasp of pain forced her to slow. "Sorry...," she said sheepishly. Rather than be upset with her, he groaned. She pulled her eyes from his cock for a moment and saw him gritting his teeth, his face turned to the ceiling. His mouth fluttered open, letting out excited sounds of pleasure. They rose quickly until he sat up clutching her hand against his member. Semen shot from his body, coating their clasped hands. It was hot and felt heavy against Rachel's skin. For a moment she was shocked, almost repulsed, then grew fascinated with what happened. She never expected such a reaction from a man and felt a never before realized sense of accomplishment. His body felt pleasure as only a man could, all because of her.
He shook and she felt his orgasm pulse through his body. Her hand squeezed him delicately, lengthening what had already been one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever felt. Slowly he reclined and in her hand she felt his penis give a final jerk before deflating. The product of his climax covered her hand and she brought it close for examination. It was slippery and thick yet smelled warm. It smelled of him, his breath, his scent, even his touch. Lying naked beside him, she felt her body well with excitement from the thought of her boyfriend's come leaping from her body and warming her skin.
He fell asleep soon afterward and she pulled him close. As he slumbered she replayed the night in her mind; the ecstasy in his face as he came, hot come shooting out of his prick, his sounds of climax. Lifting her hand closer so she may feel the overpowering male scent, she reached below her waist and began fervently rubbing herself.
The next time they were together they consummated their feelings properly. So concerned was she about their first attempt that she ignored the hurt, the worry and just gave herself up to him. After some awkward pain she began to realize what it meant to be a woman. The dull ache turned to a teasing twinge then to eager pleasure. Her legs opened wider and her fingers scraped down his back, finding his buttocks and grabbing them heartily.
After that she found herself thinking of him more than she expected. Specifically, she thought of his cock. She thought of how beautiful it was and how warm it felt in her hand. As they grew closer together she grew a special relationship with his dick. When they were apart she would feel a twinge in her sex, as if her body missed a part of itself. It would dampen unexpectedly, crying out for him inside her. How she loved the feel of it hotly pressing into her, stroking her inner walls, teasing her until she wept.
Many evenings she'd arrive at his home unexpected and leap on him, pulling and tearing at his clothes without even a word. They'd fuck just beyond the front door, panting and scratching at one another. She learned to ride him and did it well. His body fit with hers perfectly and she used her sex to draw his pleasure from him until it ended with a low deep growl that always stiffened her nipples.
The sun was rising slowly, throwing thin beams of light through the closed blinds that illuminated their naked forms. She lay completely rested, her legs spread wide with one foot lazily brushing the carpet on the floor. Her entire being was sex. Without a thought, her hand reaching between her legs to cup her mound. The index finger rested against her crease and slowly stroked herself. Her other hand traveled down his body finding his half swollen cock and holding it possessively. She was gentle, her fingers delicately curving around his length. She lay that way, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, one finger slowly teasing her opening, and enjoying the silence and warmth of the room at daybreak.
His cock responded to her and filled until it was as stiff as it was earlier that evening. It expanded in her hands as her fingers moved faster over her body. She grew wetter and allowed her fingers to explore her hole, still slightly sore from the strenuous fucking she received the night before.
