Blog : I was intrigued (part 3... the end?)

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6/10/2014 10:21 am

I was intrigued (part 3... the end?)

I tried not to let my mind go too far out ahead of me, but the erection that had pretty much gone suddenly was returning to life, with a vengeance. Taking up the blanket I gave it a shake and spread it out on the soft grass. We stepped into the center of the blanket at the same time; cupping her face in my two hands I gently kissed her lips. Turning her, so that I was behind her, I ran my hands up and down her arms and kissed her neck and shoulder.

Tipping her head to the side fully exposing her neck to me, she closed her eyes, and whispered, "Oh yes . . . ahhh . . . mmm". She swayed and leaned back, her body against mine. "You've done this before, the romantic thing I mean." She was almost melting at my kisses and touch.

"I can't help myself baby. When I'm with a woman that I'm attracted to as much as I am to you, all I want to do is please her. I want to make her want me as much as I want her." This was the truth. It hadn't happened often, but when it did, it came naturally. Elizabeth was just such a woman. The hottest woman I had been with in more years than I wanted to remember, actually more likely hotter than any woman I had been with before.

Slowly I kissed and licked my way down her back until I was kneeling there facing the most perfect ass. She knelt down before me, reached over to take a pillow from the bench, hugged it and bent into a prostate position, her ass up high beckoning me.

I rubbed both of her smooth rounded cheeks with both hands, savoring the moment. After a moment I dipped to fingers into the soft butter and smeared it on her pretty pucker. This was a bit new to me so I wanted to be careful not to hurt her. I took the initiative and gently slid a finger into her. The butter was doing its job, there was very little resistance.

Lizzy let out a chirp of pleasure then purred like a kitten. I loved the sounds she made. It inspired me to slide my finger in and out; sure enough she began to coo. She loved it so much that I was compelled to add a finger. "Oh yeah baby" she whispered hoarsely, "That's so nice, feels good".

I kept my fingers working her hole as I took hold of my member; it was as rigid as it had ever been. Time to butter him up I thought, so I did. Removing my fingers to make way for my . . . dick? No, this was no longer just a dick, it was a throbbing cock. Cock isn't a word I use unless it's followed closely by sucker and aimed at someone in a fit of anger. But by God, this was a cock, huge, hard, and purple, throbbing almost painfully.

I wiped some of the excess butter on her as cheeks, grabbed her hips and positioned my plump knob against Liz's asshole and made it disappear inside of her. We're talking a little more girth her than a couple fingers, I figured, so even though I was in and there was no problem so far, I only pushed myself into her maybe an inch.

As I began to pull back, I heard Elizabeth let out a whine and pushed back to not allow me to leave her. "I'm good." She said with a low moan. "I want more."

Her words came through a heavy, slow breathing. As the lady wishes, I thought. I pressed forward as she pushed backward. The butter was certainly a perfect lube, she was tight but I was sliding along. The resistance was not painful, no; it was rather exciting that she was so willing to take it. The mere thought that she was willing to take the pain was making me want her more.

I had always been gifted with the ability to hold back my explosions; this was one time that I was being put to the test though. All I can say is it is a good thing that I had released my load in her mouth a few minutes ago. Although I can and do orgasm several times when the opportunity arises, they do come farther between.

My cock had all but completely disappeared into her hot, wanting ass. I went no farther but began to pump her with short quick strokes. Suddenly taking her slender waist with both hands I gripped tightly and held her there while I pulled back retracting all but my throbbing head. As she whined her disappointment I gave her ass cheek a firm, resounding slap and buried my full length in her.

She held back from screaming as I slowly and deliberately took her with full strokes; there was the sound of my balls slapping against her soaking wet pussy. Soon she was purring like a kitten, loving every stroke. I kept us in this "holding pattern" for a few minutes, both of us feeling the moment, taking in the experience.

There was no denying it; I was going to cum again, and soon. I was pumping faster, so I shorted my strokes deep inside her fantastic body. Faster and faster I pumped as we both commenced to breathe in gasps. I was grunting and groaning like a wild animal, the "primitive" we have within was surfacing.

Elizabeth was able to hiss out words through clenched teeth, barely audible. "Oh yah, FUCK yah. Oh my God . . . yessss!" Her hand was between her legs, her fingers furiously rubbing a red, swollen, fully aroused clit. "Cum inside me baby . . . I want you to cum inside me."

I pumped as fast as my hips would go, within seconds we were both moaning, more like groaning as we exploded into orgasm. Her muscles flexed as warm cum was being delivered into her eager ass. My jizz spewed into her, deep and hard.

As for lover . . . she was squirting her sweet nectar. It completely soaked her hand and was running down her thighs. The sweet smell of sex took control and overpowered the smell of the great outdoors; even the smoke from the dwindling fire couldn't mask it.

I could feel that my little Lizzy wanted to collapse to the ground, but I held her up so I could stay inside her for just a few moments more. I just didn't want to give her up. My erection relaxed some and I knew that I couldn't stay there forever, so I unplugged from her, which made a sad wet noise and rested my dick between her cheeks momentarily, then let her slide out of my hands and come to rest on the blanket.

Lying down next to her I propped myself on one elbow. She was breathing in slow deep breathes, resting her head on folded arms. Brushing the hair back from her face exposed a sweet satisfied (and perhaps a bit exhausted) expression. A slight smile and eyes that sparked in spite of the darkness and lack of energy gave away her contentment.

"Are you okay?" The gentleman in me was compelled to ask; the Neanderthal in me had been satisfied and gone back to his dark cave somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind. My hand caressed the satiny smooth skin of her back, exploring and noting every curve.

Closing her eyes and broadening her smile she answered, "Mmm . . . I'm much more that okay." She opened her eyes but he smile never dipped as she continued, "I want to stay. I want to sleep here with you tonight". Her voice was a little huskier, exerted sounding, so very sensual. My heart skipped a beat, I was happy to hear her say that.

Leaning forward I gave her a tender kiss. I reached behind me, took the edge of the blanket and folded it across the both of us. We positioned ourselves so her head was against my chest, my arm around her holding her close. We both drifted off to sleep.

I woke to a bright sunny morning, lying there in my yard with a slight breeze and the smell of the smoldering ashes of the long burnt out fire. The sun was bright, but shaded but the trees that lined the back line of the property. My naked body felt a sticky sweaty mess, my hair disheveled. For a moment I didn't realize that I was there all alone. The beautiful, erotic, sultry creature, who had taken me to an exotic place that would burn in my mind for a long time to come, was gone.

I sat up and turned toward the house just in time to see her go through the door to the kitchen. She was fully dressed and ready to leave. As the door shut behind her, I laid back down looking into the sky, I felt alone.

"Well, I guess I should get up." I muttered after a few moments of reminiscing.

Wrapping the blanket around me I scooped up my clothes and headed for the house. I went inside showered, then set about straightening up from the night before.

Although I was going through the motions of doing the things that I needed to do, my mind was on Elizabeth. But the thing was, it wasn't just on the amazing, spectacular, mind blowing sex. My minds eye saw her at the pub, her passion as she debated with her college mates. I recalled the deep and meaningful topics we had discussed over dinner and wine.

I was intrigued . . . now, the question is, what should I do about it?


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