From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Lust Weekend (MF, romance)[1/3] Date: 30 Jul 1996 02:37:27 GMT The Lust Weekend Chapter One The Lake The drive from the city had been tiring. There seemed to be more than the usual number of idiots on the road today. Perhaps they, like us, were just hoping to take advantage of the long weekend. At least they were not coming to "our," woods. We had purchased the cabin from a friend of ours last month. We needed a place to just get away and be alone, together. Turning off the main road, we drive the mile and a half through the woods, on the stone lane, to the cabin. Nestled in the woods, the cabin is somewhat isolated. The nearest "neighbor," is about a quarter-mile hike through the trees. We don't know if anyone is there for the weekend, nor do we really care. We unpack the car and quickly store our supplies and belongings. We agree it had been our good fortune to acquire the cabin. After taking a few minutes to look around, we talk of vague plans for our time here. Little do we know what the weekend holds in store for us. It is to be a weekend we will not soon forget. Although tired from the trip, we are excited at being here. Deciding to sit on the porch for a while, we take the folding chairs outside, placing them side by side on the porch. We snuggle there on the porch, her head on my shoulder, as close together as we can get in our chairs. The night air creeps through the trees and softly brushes over the front of the cabin, lifting the scent of her perfume and tickling our minds with the smell of honeysuckle, pine, and spruce. Here and there are the sounds of evening: the rhythmic chirping of crickets, a fluttering of wings as birds settle into their nests, and the quiet creaking of tree limbs. The world around us is preparing to bed down for the night and our thoughts are toward that end as well. "Let's go for a walk," she suggests. "Where would you like to go?" "I don't know. Why don't we go down by the lake?" "Sure, why not." I take her hand and we leave the cabin porch. The lake is but a short walk through the woods. We step into the clearing in front of the water. There, stretching out before us, lies the peaceful solitude of Lake Tuckahoe. Named for an Indian chief, the lake has remained untouched by the machines of man. Its quiet beauty is a reflection of times gone by and a tribute to those who would maintain the pristine quality of life around it. The sky has a few clouds drifting through it tonight and the moon is three quarters full. I hold her close as we gaze out over the still water. The moonlight dances across the lake and gently caresses the darkness. Looking into her eyes, I can see the outline of the trees surrounding the lake. I hold her even closer and lower my lips to hers. Our lips meet in a soft kiss. The smell of her perfume and the tenderness of her lips brings the beginnings of a hard-on to me. As we press ourselves together, I feel the warmth of her body and the imprint of her breasts on my chest. The soft kiss becomes one of rising passion, matched by my rising erection. My hands begin roaming her body, tracing the outline through her clothes. I study her body as a blind man would - in braille - feeling each contour as I explore. I know her body as well as my own. Yet, each time I touch her it is as exciting as the first. The sight and the feel of her body always brings joy to my heart and hardness to my loins. I push my thigh against her. She responds by spreading her legs slightly, allowing me to press into their junction. As her legs open, so do her lips and her tongue leaps into my mouth. It is a welcome intruder and our tongues meet in a wet greeting. Our intertwined legs begin to dance a sexual dance, rolling and rubbing against each others loins. As I press deeper into her valley, she replies by squeezing my thigh with her legs, searching for my prick. Feeling the warmth of her thighs against my rising prick increases the passion of our kiss and our tongues begin to do battle. Lowering my hands to her buttocks, I pull her tightly against me. Suddenly, she breaks away from my lips and body. "Let's go for a swim." Her eyes reflect a mischievous sparkle from within. "But our bathing suits are back at the cabin" The sparkle in her eyes becomes a glow. "Who needs a suit?" she asks, and begins to strip off her clothes. She divests herself of all her earthly belongings and stands there in the nude. Her breasts push firmly into the night air, and her body glows in the light reflecting from the lake. Even the shadow she casts in the moonlight is exciting. "What's the matter?" she asks, "Are you chicken? Embarrassed? Come on!" As she heads toward the water I realize that she is serious and hurriedly attempt to catch up to her. I strip away all that I possess (at the moment) and head for the shoreline. My prick slaps against my legs as I run. She is already in the water, playfully splashing and waving for me to come in. "I must be crazy," I think, and wade into the lake. The water is warmer than I had imagined and I am thankful for small favors. She is staring at my loins, obviously checking my hard-on, as I approach. She lies back in the water, allowing her body to float. Her breasts protrude above the water like a pair of beautiful islands in the moonlit lake. Her legs are open and inviting and I long to dock my ship in her port. Reaching out in the moonlight I lightly touch her breasts, causing the nipples to become erect. I trace the water line around each breast and kiss each exposed island peak. My hands remain in constant contact with her as I move down her body and between her legs. Once there, I submerge my body until my face is at the level of the lake surface and move toward the harbor formed by her thighs. With the first kiss on her shores, her eyes close and a smile comes to her lips. Placing my hands under her buttocks, I lift her slightly to gain better access to her cove. I begin gently lapping at the shoreline, lightly splashing water as I tongue her slit. She is wet from the lake and her own natural juices, and as I continue licking, she becomes even wetter. Teasingly, I circle her opening, occasionally dipping my tongue into her to pull out more of her juice. She begins to respond to my actions with slight pushes of her hips, encouraging me to find her sensitive areas, and I knead her buttocks in my hands. I search along the folds and find her love button. My tongue rakes back and forth across the hood of her clit and her excitement builds. I love the taste of her body and could eat her all day. Fortunately, she loves being eaten, and would let me do so all day; but she likes giving pleasure as much as receiving and I cannot last all day. However, that has never stopped us from trying! I continue my actions on her body, alternating deep thrusts of my tongue into her folds with attacks to her clit. Pulling her loins against my face, I extend my tongue as far into her as I can to lick the honey from the walls of her pot. Her sweetness melts in my mouth. I turn my attention to her clit and she replies by pressing up and onto my probing tongue. Using rapid strokes, I toss her clit from side-to-side with my tongue. Back and forth, then up and down, and finally in circles, I leave no direction untried as I push her toward orgasm. The response of her body to my actions only serves to encourage me and I assault her body with a vengeance. I have but one goal in mind now - I want to make her cum. It is difficult for me to control her movements and I know she must be close to a climax. Again and again I lap at her clit, bringing her ever onward, until she cannot stand it any longer. Her body begins to shudder as her orgasm hits. Pulling her loins tight against my face, I dip into her slit to feel the contractions with my tongue. I want to taste her cum. I lick and suck at her, capturing the juices as they flow from within. She begins to relax, but I continue licking and sucking. Finally satisfied that I have drained her completely, I pull her into a standing position. My prick, now a raging hard-on, stands away from my body. As she slides along my torso, her thighs close around my rudder. The moonlight shimmers on the water and lights her face. Brushing back the hair from her eyes, I stare into their warmth. We both smile in satisfaction and kiss passionately. Her thighs are warm and I cannot resist the urge to thrust my prick back and forth between them. She reaches down between our bodies, grips my shaft, and begins stroking. Her hand slides along the length of my cock, testing my hardness. "I want you," she says, "I want to feel you in me." To punctuate her statement she raises her hips, opens her legs, and wraps them around my waist. Holding my prick, she presses forward and onto my cock. The combination of her slippery sleeve, and her exceptional aim, results in a direct hit. I sink deep into her sheath. We moan in unison as the mating is completed and press our bodies tightly together. We pause to allow the sparks of this first penetration to escape then begin the rhythm of sex. Our bodies work together, sliding my rigid pole in and out of the confines of her channel. Inserting... deeply, then withdrawing... slowly, leaving only enough of my cock inside of her to maintain the union. Gripping her buttocks I squeeze her further onto my erection and she allows her legs to float upward in the water, providing me free access to her body. The lake begins to churn in response to our love-making. The once quiet waters ripple from one end of the lake to the other and back again. Like fish spawning we continue our actions. Pushing... pulling... pushing again. Inserting... withdrawing... inserting... withdrawing... inserting. Just as a needle on a record gets stuck in a well-used groove, I, too, am stuck - in her groove! Holding her ass in my hands, I tilt her hips and pull my cock out, until just the head is tucked in her folds. Driving fully into her I push the full length of my cock into her, hitting the back wall of her vagina. The contact causes us to moan. I withdraw my rod and attack her again. The feeling is intense - for both of us. Time and time again I plunge deep within her. The water cushions my actions and washes around our bodies in a maelstrom. She lowers her legs, to increase the pressure on my cock, and wraps them around my waist again. She rolls her hips in response to the piston in her chamber and pushes her clit onto the top of my prick. We try to increase the speed of our motions but the water prevents us from moving any faster. The slower pace does have its advantages, however. I have the time to feel her inner walls gripping my shaft as I penetrate her sheath, and she has the pleasure of feeling the full length hardness of my cock rubbing against her clit. We continue to fuck in the water, my cock sliding in... out... in... out... in; deep... shallow... deep... shallow... deep; filling her sleeve with my prick, pressing my cock into her and causing our pleasure to mount. I can feel the build-up of pressure in my balls and I want to squirt my cum in her - I want her to cum again and again - I want to feel her cum around my prick. She begins pressing her clit even harder on my cock and I know she is ready to cum. Her body twitches and jerks as her climax hits. Her orgasm is almost violent and I can feel her vaginal walls close in around my prick, squeezing my shaft as she cums. A few more thrusts into her and my eruption begins. I grab her ass and pull her as far onto my cock as I can to plant the first spurt as deeply inside her as possible. Pressing into her for the second spurt, I try to place it next to the first; firing my weapon at the target again and again, until my ammunition is spent. As our orgasms retreat, our tongues extend to meet again in passion. We are probably not the first to have made love in these waters, and we will certainly not be the last. But, for the time being, we have been the best. And as stillness slowly returns to the lake, we can hear the waves we have created quietly applauding on the shore. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Lust Weekend (MF, romance)[2/3] Date: 30 Jul 1996 02:38:27 GMT The Lust Weekend Chapter Two The Shower We reluctantly wade to the shore and retrieve our clothes, but we do not put them on. We walk hand in hand, nude, through the trees and back to the cabin. Our bodies still tingle from a combination of the act of love just completed and the cool night air. Upon arriving at the cabin, we toss our clothes onto a chair near the fireplace. Our bodies are still damp and she is shivering slightly. She decides to take a shower and heads for the bathroom. "How about a drink to help warm you up?" I ask, heading for the kitchen. "Sounds good," she replies, closing the door to the bath. I hear the water running as I make us each a whiskey sour. The clock on the wall begins to chime. Glancing at the clock, I notice the time - ten o'clock. We've been here only two hours and already have begun acting like wild animals in heat. It feels good. A slight chill passed through me and broke my into thoughts. I realized I was still naked and beginning to feel cold from the lake water. Carrying our drinks, I headed for the bathroom and a warm shower. I push open the door and a wave of steam rolls into the cabin. She is still in the shower and I can barely discern her outline through the frosted glass door of the shower. As the steam clears, my view improves. I can see the profile of her body now. The smooth lines of her legs, the softly-rounded area of her stomach, and the gentle curves of her breasts. The sight of her in the shower begins the arousal process in me. I set the glasses on the corner of the sink. I watch her through the glass as she showers. Her hands slide gracefully along her curves, lathering her body in the warm water. She has an exquisite body, and she is aware of it. She has always been comfortable with her sexuality, willing to explore and find what excites her. It is this knowledge of herself that has made me the lover I am. By knowing what pleases her, she is able to direct me so I can please her. Pausing as she reaches her breasts, she cups them and smoothes her hands over them. Softly she caresses their fullness and gently teases her nipples. She tosses her head back and lets the shower water splash across her body. I see her shifting her legs and I know she is getting excited. As my erection grows, I fight the urge to jump in the shower with her. I continue to watch. Leaving one hand to fondle her breasts, the other hand follows the water as it runs down her body. Slowly, the hand crosses her stomach and approaches the junction of her thighs. As her hand disappears between her legs, I hear a soft sigh from the shower. I know from the sound that her hand has found its mark. Although the shower glass does not provide a clear view, I watch as she massages her body. Slippery hands, gliding over the rolling contours and into the hidden valleys of her body. Gentle hands, teasing her breasts and pleasing the inner reaches of her vagina. I wish they were my hands. My erection has grown into a full-fledged hard-on and it twitches with each beat of my now-racing heart. I cannot resist the urge to grab it and stroke it in time with her movements. She is not yet aware of my presence. We continue to masturbate, she on one side of the glass door of the shower and me on the other. As her hand increases in speed, so does mine, and we begin building toward our fantasy orgasms. I watch as she continues to massage her breasts and dip into her treasure chest. Based upon the sounds coming from the shower, she must be rolling her fingers over her clit. I can almost feel the soft, warm, folds of her sexual lips as they envelope her fingers. Knowing her body as I do, I know she is wet and juicy now, and her fingers are sliding effortlessly into her deeper reaches. The sounds coming from the shower increase in volume and tempo. I know she is approaching an orgasm without me, but I don't care. I am in my own fantasy world on the other side of the glass. I grip my prick and continue to masturbate toward my own orgasm. Leaning back against the sink, I close my eyes and remember our love-making in the lake. My hand continues its travels up and down the length of my cock, stroking to the memory. I don't know if I made a noise or if she just sensed someone in the room, but she slides open the shower door and is greeted by the sight of me leaning against the bathroom sink, jacking off. The sound of the shower door opening causes me to stop in mid-stroke. I am more than a little embarrassed and my erection begins to fade. "You naughty boy," she teases, "you were watching me, weren't you?" "Yes." There is little else I can say. "Did it make you excited?" she asks. It seems to be a silly question in light of my current state of erection. "Well, what are we going to do about it?" Then, smiling, she says, "Why don't you come in here and we can `discuss it'." As I step into the shower, she immediately reaches for my cock and begins where I had left off. In just a stroke or two, she has me back at full erection. As I close the door to the shower, I reach for her love nest. Dipping my fingers inside, I find her still wet and slippery and my fingers slide into her easily. We press our bodies close together and my hard-on pokes into her stomach. She tilts my prick upwards, towards her breasts, catching it between our bodies, and continues stroking. Our lips meet in passion. We stand in the spray of the shower masturbating each other. Her hand is firmly gripping and stroking my cock, from the hairy base to the soft crown and back again. With her free hand she reaches for my balls to softly squeeze them and feel them roll in her hand. Despite our recent activity at the lake, I have recharged and reloaded and am ready to shoot. The feel of her hand around my cock, sliding up and down the shaft, is giving me immense pleasure. As I begin building to a climax, I search for her clit to return the favor. Because she had been masturbating in the shower longer than I had been masturbating in the room, her clit is swollen with desire and I easily tease her toward her peak. We continue our rubbing and stroking motions on each other. As her hips begin answering my probing fingers, my hips begin thrusting my prick through her fingers. As I pick up the pace with my cock, she responds with her body. Up and down her hand slides on my cock, in and out my fingers probe in her sheath. Faster and faster our motions become, each trying to coax the cum from the other. Just as we are about to bring each other to a climax, she releases her grip on me. She breaks our kiss and pushes my hand away. "No," she says, and turns around, putting her back toward me. "What's wrong?" I ask, and then realize what she is doing. Placing her feet as wide apart as she can, she bends at the waist and grabs the faucet handles in the shower. A very pleasant sight comes into view between her legs and her action needs no further explanation. Holding my cock in my hand, I move up behind her. I rub the full length of it along her slit several times, mixing her lubrication with the juices that have escaped from the tip of my cock. We are both so aroused that even this simple action causes us to moan. I continue teasing her for a few strokes before slipping the head of my prick inside her folds. Slowly, I push forward and slide easily into her warm, wet, confines. Ever onward travels my miniature miner, searching for the deepest regions of this cavern he has discovered. The miner crawls along this tight-fitting path; probing the sides, top, and bottom of the cave; until he reaches the end of his shaft. I pause, allowing her body to adjust to the size of the intruder, before retreating. Holding her hips steady, I begin the rhythm we both enjoy so much. As I pull my cock out, her sex lips grip me tightly and provide new stimulation for her clit. I withdraw until only the head remains inside, then reverse direction and plunge back into her warmth. In this position I can watch my cock travel in and out of her body. I see her sex lips holding onto my thickness and responding to our motion. The sight of my hard penis and her soft lips drives me crazy and I begin moving faster. I need to feel her body close to me, so I lean over and reach for her breasts. I find them and tease her nipples into erection. As I roll the nipples between my fingers I continue to probe her pussy with my prick. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I feel their soft fullness and gently squeeze and caress them with my palms. As I do so, I can feel her close herself around my cock and realize her orgasm cannot be far behind. My hands leave her breasts and travel across her stomach to her love box. My fingers explore her junction, searching for her clit. I find it and begin massaging her toward orgasm. I match the actions of my fingers to the thrusting of our loins, pushing her closer and closer to a climax. I feel her close around me even tighter and know she will come very soon. Her climax is approaching rapidly now, and she pushes herself harder and faster onto my cock. Plunging faster and faster into her body, I rub her clit and press it against my pulsing prick. I feel my balls tighten as they get ready to release their contents into her container. Faster and faster and faster we move, until we reach our ultimate velocity. We simply cannot possibly fuck any faster. Suddenly, there is no turning back. My prick extends as far as it can into her, my balls tighten and spray the first jet of cum into her box. Her orgasm hits as she feels my cum paint her interior walls. The timing is incredible. With each pulse of my prick I can feel the grip of her walls as we attain a simultaneous orgasm. As I deposit the last of my cum into her depths, my legs weaken. It is only because of our position that I do not fall flat on my face in the shower. Holding her closely, I continue to press her loins against mine as our orgasm fades into memory. Reluctantly, I remove my prick from her and allow her to stand. She turns to face me and we embrace. The once-warm water begins to cool, but it does nothing to quell our passion. Her hand reaches for my dwindling cock and she gently squeezes and strokes it. For the time being, I have nothing left to give her, but that does not diminish the pleasure I feel as she rubs my rod. Realizing the water will not be getting any warmer, we wash each other somewhat quickly, pausing to pay special attention to the "good parts". We turn off the shower and step into the room. She grabs a couple of towels and heads for the bedroom. I take the drinks and follow closely behind. We dry ourselves as we sip our whiskey sours. Once dry, we wrap the towels around our bodies and lie down on the bed. I move close to her and cradle her head on my shoulder. As we lie there, finishing our drinks, we talk. "It's really nice here the woods," she says. "Quiet, peaceful, romantic." "Yes, it is," I reply. "It's just what we needed - some time alone - to rediscover ourselves." "And what have you discovered?" she asks. "I've discovered what I knew all along," I answer, "I've discovered that I love you, that I love making love to you." "Must be something in the water," she teases, and we both laugh at the double meaning of the statement. As we laugh, the towel loosens around her. Her breasts peek out from the edges of the towel. They are beautiful breasts; soft yet firm, nicely rounded and full. Centered upon each mound is a circular brown aureole with a raised nipple at the hub. I have always loved her breasts. I love to caress them, to tease them, to suck on her nipples and feel them grow in my mouth. Her nipples are slightly erect as they pop out from beneath the towel, and I cannot resist the urge to fondle and kiss her breasts. Her chest heaves as first contact is made. She pushes her breasts up into my face. I kiss the perimeter of each breast, working from one to the other, climbing each mountain toward its peak. As my kisses reach the summit, her body begins shifting on the bed, and I know I am arousing her once again. My lips climb down the mountains and begin a trip south. Traveling down from her breasts, I kiss a large circle across her chest and stomach, pushing the towel out of the way with my face. Reaching the crest of her forest, I move around the edges to her thighs. Slowly, I work my way along the top of her thigh to the knee. At the knee I move two inches inward and begin a return route toward the junction of her thighs. Skirting the area once again, I move along the other thigh in a similar manner. Twice more I take the trip along her thighs, each time approaching closer and closer to the center of her body. With each passing journey her body responds, pressing her loins up into my face as I pass by. The towel lay completely open now, as though I have just unwrapped a gift. And I have. Peering into the center of her thighs, I see the glistening of her sex lips, moist with anticipation. They are an open invitation to explore the nether region of her body. I continue kissing and licking around the edges of her, slowly working my way toward the central target. Her hips rise and fall, pushing up in search of my teasing tongue. I dance away from her each time, only to return and tease again. Finally, to satisfy her longing and my taste buds, I allow her hips to place the target at my disposal. She lets out a controlled moan at the first contact of lips on lips and pushes herself into my face. Extending my tongue, I lap at her now dripping bowl and begin probing her slit. Her response is to press her loins onto my tongue. Using my tongue as a spoon, I drag it along the length of her opening and lick her juices. I love the taste of her. I could spend hours at her deli, sampling the delights of her fruit. If only my tongue were longer. Then I could delve deeply into her and taste the source of her sweetness. Long, luscious licks of her love box only serve to improve the quality of her offering. The taste of her is driving me crazy. I begin an assault on her clit in an attempt to make her release more of her honey. I jab at her clit, rolling it on the flat of my tongue, dragging it along the full length of my tongue. Probing the edges of her lips, pulling the hood of her clit with my lips, again and again I attack. Concentrating first on the deeper reaches of her vagina, I dip my tongue far inside her. Then I withdraw to circle her clit and lick her sex lips. Lapping and tonguing at her cleft, I continue to coax her toward a climax. Around and around I drive my tongue, licking, sucking, teasing, rolling, tasting her free-flowing juices. I want her to come on my tongue. I want to taste the juice from deep within her. I want to feel her clit grow and her walls close around my tongue. Her breathing is rapid and I can feel her orgasm approaching. I tongue her faster and faster, concentrating more on her clit, and she thrusts her body up into my face. Her hips are tossing on the bed and I struggle to maintain contact. Her hands go to my head to direct me for the final assault as her orgasm hits. Her body heaves as she climaxes in wave upon wave of satisfaction. Her hips press upward onto my probing tongue and she releases the flood gates from deep within her well. I continue lapping and licking at her, attempting to gather as much of her juice as possible. I press my lips over her sex lips and suck at her cup as her orgasm subsides. Finally assured her climax is complete, I lick her inner thighs and her outer lips for any remaining sweetness. Her sexual lips are swollen in a combination of desire and satisfaction. I gently kiss them in thanks for their contribution to my taste buds and slowly begin the trip back up her body. Reaching her breasts, I softly suckle them and caress the fully-extended nipples with my tongue. The hard tips poke at my tongue and I know I have pleased her. Her breathing begins to return to normal and she softly sighs in satisfaction. Her legs twitch in the afterglow of her orgasm and she presses her thighs together as several aftershocks strike. Arriving at her lips, I kiss her passionately and hold her closely. There seems to be a glow over her entire body and a look of ultimate pleasure upon her face. I am satisfied that I have done well. I turn onto my back and lie next to her. Her mind clears and she raises up onto an elbow and peers into my eyes. "That was great!" she says, "But what about you?" Looking down, she sees my cock poking up under the towel. Reaching down, she gropes my tool through the terry teepee. As she kisses my lips she pushes aside the towel, freeing my pole. Gripping my prick in her hand, she begins kissing my body. She elects to take a direct route and works her way down my body in a straight line, crossing my chest and stomach and arriving quickly at her goal. She tilts my prick up away from my body and slips the head into her mouth. We groan in unison as her lips close around the satiny crown of my prick. She looks up at me with her soft brown eyes and begins feeding the shaft into her mouth. More and more of me disappears, until her mouth is stuffed with my hardness. Holding her lips tight around the shaft, she raises her head and withdraws my cock. She strokes my throbbing cock and licks her lips as she stares into my eyes. "How's that?" she asks. "Do you like that?" (What a question!!) "You bet!" I reply, as my hard-on increases by two sizes. She continues to stare into my face to see the pleasure as she opens her mouth and devours my cock again. Once more she stuffs her mouth full of my cock and then withdraws it. Her tongue lashes out and she laps at the head, swirling her tongue around and around the crown. She strokes my length and squeezes the shaft. As she licks and kisses the head, her lips and tongue become coated with my grease. Her eyes close as she licks my slippery cockhead and her lips. The sight of her enjoying my cock excites me even more and I begin pumping through her hand. Her hand tightens around my cock to hold me still. Her grip makes it clear this is to be her blow job, and I am not going to do anything but enjoy it. Suits me just fine! She holds my cock and licks along the shaft to my balls. Reaching the sac, she tickles them with her tongue and strokes my shaft. She lifts my balls with her hand and gently sucks them. In spite of our earlier encounters, they seem to be full of cum again. Returning her attention to my cock, she again licks her way along the shaft to the head. Once again slipping my erect organ into her mouth, she begins a sliding motion up and down my length. As her mouth engulfs my prick, her tongue wraps around the shaft, working me into a frenzy. The combination of her saliva and my juice allows my cock to slide back and forth between her lips with virtually no resistance. She is no longer looking into my eyes, electing instead to concentrate on the hard cock in her mouth. My prick continues pistoning up and down between the oval of her lips and she cups my balls, coaxing the cum from them. As I watch her head bob on my prick, I feel the pressure building as I near eruption. I am just itching to shoot in her mouth. I always love it when she sucks me off, and I think she enjoys it as well. The feeling of a hard cock gliding in and out of her mouth, back and forth over her tongue; the knowledge that she is giving tremendous pleasure to the one she loves; the same basic reasons (with a change of equipment) that I love giving her head. She speeds up her actions on my member, releasing my balls to devote full attention to my pending orgasm. Faster and faster she plunges my cock in and out of her mouth, relying solely on her lips and tongue to bring me off. She grabs my cock at the base to keep it pointed straight at her mouth for the final attack. Her head becomes a blur at my loins as she goes after my climax. "I'm gonna cum," I warn. I can no longer hold back the urge to assist in my orgasm, and I begin thrusting into her warm mouth. She feels my cock swell as it loads up to shoot. Having come twice tonight, the first release is a gentle spurt, landing softly on her tongue. She holds my prick lightly in her hand, almost as if she were taking my pulse. And, in a way, she is - her fingertips can detect every convulsion of my erupting cock; and each convulsion is followed by a squirt of juice that spreads across her tongue. She milks the cum from my cock; sucking and squeezing the shaft to pull it all from my balls. In a matter of moments my orgasm is over. My prick begins to go limp in her mouth and the cum stops flowing. She licks my cock clean and eventually release my softening prick from her lips. Climbing back up my body, her lips meet mine in another passionate embrace. "Any chance of getting it up again tonight?" she asks, hopefully. "I'd love to, but you have completely drained me." "That's okay," she says. "We have all weekend. Let's get some sleep." She lays her head on my chest and presses her warm body close to mine. "All weekend," I think, "I don't know if I can take it!" From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Lust Weekend (MF, romance)[3/3] Date: 9 Jul 1996 02:30:56 GMT The Lust Weekend Chapter Three Morning Daybreak arrives too quickly. The bedroom seems to glow, lit by the morning sun filtering through the trees. I awake slowly from a wonderful dream - a dream filled with sexual encounters of the best kind. As I lay in the morning reverie, I become aware of a presence in bed with me. The presence is her - under the sheets inspecting my penis. Not wanting to disturb her, I continue to lay quietly while she is at work. Her body is at right angles to mine. I can't see what she is doing, but I can feel it. I feel her breath on the hairs of my leg. Hovering over my penis, she gingerly touches it with her fingertips; rolling it over to inspect the underside. My penis lies there, limp, against my leg; not yet responding to her attention. She once told me how curious it was that something so small and soft could become something so large and hard. And how she delighted in holding and sucking on my limp cock and feeling it grow in her hand and mouth. She continues her inspection - lifting and looking, tracing the veins, feeling for the bumps and ridges that give her such pleasure. Moving closer, she places a gentle kiss on the head and watches for a reaction. (It takes all my concentration to prevent an erection) Seeing none, she kisses the head again and follows with several kisses along the shaft. As she continues to fondle and kiss me, I can no longer resist and I respond with the beginning of an erection. She moves even closer, directly over my member, and places the head in her mouth. She begins to gently suck on me and my cock grows steadily. At this early stage she can get the whole thing in her mouth. She rolls me around her mouth, licking with her tongue and sucking ever stronger. My cock swells and rapidly fills the available space, pushing against the back of her mouth and beyond the ability of her lips to contain me. With my erect penis filling her mouth, she adjusts her position under the sheets and is now kneeling at my side. Once comfortable, she begins sliding her lips up and down my shaft. Surely she must realize I am awake, but she continues to concentrate on my erection. Gripping my hardness with her lips, she travels the length of my cock, pausing occasionally at the peak to swirl her tongue around the head. Holding my prick at the base, she removes her lips and begins licking and kissing the sides. She places her hand on the top of my shaft and slides her tongue along the underside, matching her tongue strokes with her hand. Cradling my cock in her hand, she closes her lips around me; running along the length of my cock as though it were an ear of corn. Her hand closes around the stiff rod and strokes in time with her lips. Returning to the head, she swirls her tongue around the crown and dives on my erection to maintain its firmness. The action of her lips, mouth, and tongue now have my full attention and I can no longer resist. I begin to rotate my hips upward into her grasp, formally notifying her that I am awake. I push back the sheets just as she is again stuffing my cock back in her mouth. She releases her lip-lock on my throbbing member but continues stroking. "Good morning," she says. "Did I wake you?" I don't bother to answer and reach for her body. Sliding my hands down her back to her buttocks, I cup the soft roundness of her cheeks and dip my fingers into the valley between them. Following the natural path established by her body, I arrive at my destination to find her well lubricated. Upon feeling my fingers, she raises her ass to offer free access. Using subtle hand signals, I pull her body around so I can get at her, raising her leg and maneuvering underneath her. There, staring me in the eye, is her treasure chest. I gently pull her down onto my face and open the lid with my tongue. I begin licking her morning dew and searching for the buried treasure within. Her hand closes around my cock as my tickling tongue lashes out at her. She presses her body down onto my face and I dip even farther into her. She returns her mouth to my prick and we engage in some mutual munching in the morning. I begin to concentrate my actions on her clit, attempting to bring her to a level of excitation equal to mine. She rotates her hips on my face and mouth to direct my attention to the appropriate areas. Each time I hit the mark, she responds by gobbling my root and squeezing with her lips and hand. I reach for her breasts and cup one in each hand; gently squeezing, fondling, and rolling their fullness. I catch the nipples between my fingers and tease them into erection. Stroking, rolling, squeezing, teasing; my hands continue manipulating her breasts as I eat her. She is now supporting her body with her hands, using only her mouth and lips to excite me. I have grown as full and hard as I am going to get. Her hair bounces lightly as she continues plunging up and down on my cock. At the other end, I am lapping at her gash and nibbling her clit. She pops my prick out of her lips and rolls onto her back, pulling her sweetness from my mouth. She turns her body around, placing her head on the pillow, and spreads her legs in an open invitation. Not one to miss an opportunity, I move between her legs. Her sexual lips are slightly spread and pouting. The dew from within coats them and they glisten in the sunlight. As she pulls her knees up, her lips open wider. She reaches for my cock, guiding me into her warmth. I enter easily and as we press our bodies together our lips and tongues meet. Her kisses are always so expressive. Even a routine kiss goodbye is an adventure. Whenever we kiss in passion, our tongues meet and exchange mouths. It is little wonder that we usually end up in bed when we kiss. When we make love, our kisses match our movements, adding to our excitement. Today is no exception. Each time I push my prick into her pussy, I toss my tongue at her tonsils; every time she rotates her rump at my rod, she licks my larynx with her lavalier. Sliding my cock in and out of her sheath, I sense she is nearing an orgasm. With each probing plunge she gets closer to the edge. Her sleeve grips my shaft as she comes and her hips grind up onto my member. Our lips disengage as the orgasm rolls through her body. She presses her loins tightly against mine, pushing her exploding clit onto my prick. Wave after wave of bliss rockets through her entire body. Her orgasm only serves to entice me into more action and I continue plunging into her. As the first climax begins to subside, I sense the beginnings of a second and she pushes her pelvis even harder against me. I direct my cock into a position which puts it into better contact on her clit. With each stroke, her next orgasm builds and she soon comes again. I wait until her shuddering ceases, then withdraw from her quivering quim. I pull her over onto her stomach and she raises onto her knees. I point my pecker at her slit and press forward, sinking fully into her depths. With each thrust I pause to rotate my prick inside her sleeve. She reaches down between her legs to massage my balls as they slap against her clit. Her fingers are coaxing the cum from me and she tickles my tool as we fuck. Gripping her buttocks, I hold her steady as I glide in and out of her. Her fingers find her clit and she begins to aid my efforts for her third orgasm. As her climax builds, she tilts her hips to apply more pressure on my cock. I can feel the sap rising from my balls and begin driving harder into her. Pushing deeply into her body with each stroke, I go after my own pleasure release. She feels my balls begin to tighten for their launch and she gently supports them as the rocket is loaded. My explosion begins and jet after jet of cum spurts into her. Feeling my cock twitching in her love nest takes her over the edge and she comes again. I pull out of her when my prick has emptied its contents into her container. She quickly spins around and stuffs my dwindling prick into her mouth and begins licking and sucking. Her action keeps me hard and I maintain a useful erection. She rolls me onto my back and continues administering mouth to cock resuscitation. Satisfied that I am not going to go soft on her, she swings a leg over my midsection, slips into the saddle and begins riding. She starts with a gentle trot, rocking back and forth on the horn. As she rocks, my prick slaps inside her. She places her hands on my chest and leans forward, trying to increase the feeling on her clit. Without losing contact, she turns her body around and faces away from me. As she rocks on my cock, her clit slides along the shaft and another orgasm builds. She reaches down and fondles my balls as she fucks me. With each forward motion, the palm of her hand rubs her love button and adds to her pleasure. Reaching from behind her I massage her breasts. Her nipples are fully extended and press into my palms. She leans back but discovers this decreases the intensity of our contact so she leans forward, supporting herself by placing her hands on my knees, and presses onto my pole. She raises up along my hardness and then lowers herself on the full length, rubbing her clit along the underside of my cock, stimulating her and coaxing her climax. I am able to watch my prick disappear into her folds as she raises and lowers her body. Her sex lips suck on my shaft as she rises up and push on my pole as she descends. Our bodies make a slight slurping sound as the cum from our earlier orgasms is squeezed out of her sheath. Our love juice coats my cock and foams as we fuck. Her ride turns into a gallop as she thrusts herself onto me. The ride takes her up and down and back and forth in the saddle. With each motion, she presses her loins against mine in a frenzy. She pushes herself to the limit, going for another orgasm. In and out I plunge, up and down she rides, until her climax takes over. Her body convulses again and again as she rides her orgasm across the finish line. Lifting off my still-raging prick, she rolls onto her back and spreads herself wide open. I lift her legs and hold her knees with my elbows. My slippery cock slides easily past her dripping lips and into her body and I begin drilling her well. My cum coated cock drives in and out of her, and our bodies squish together with each thrust. I feel the stirrings of an eruption and pull out of her. Lowering her legs, I move up her body and place my prick on her chest. I gently cup her breasts, pressing them around my cock, and begin thrusting back and forth between them. As I push forward, the tip of my tool approaches her lips. She tilts her head down, trying to capture my member on the forward strokes. I move closer and continue fucking her breasts. The juice from my cock coats her breasts and I slide easily between them. I can now reach her open lips and she tongues the tip each time I approach. I push fully forward and she closes her lips around the crown. She licks and sucks greedily on me and I return to moving between her breasts. I am far enough up her body that each stroke takes me into her waiting mouth. She reaches for my cock and pulls me into her mouth, sucking and licking all the while. She grabs my ass and begins pushing and pulling me into her throat. It is clear what she wishes me to do. I lean forward over her head so my cock is pointed straight down her throat. With her hands directing me, I probe her mouth with my prick. An orgasm is imminent now and my increased motion tips her off to that fact. She grabs my rod and begins stroking rapidly. With one hand she lifts my balls; with the other she strokes my hardness; and with her tongue she laps at the crown of my cock. Her efforts are soon rewarded and I cum. When the first drops eject onto her waiting tongue, she closes her mouth around me and sucks hard. She releases her lips, but her hand continues coaxing my cum. Her hand becomes coated with my love juice and her tongue lashes out to lick at the fruits of her labor. She sucks me deep into her mouth to savor the remnants of our copulation and to attempt to retain my erection. This time she is not as successful. I withdraw from her lips and climb back down her body. Our lips meet in renewed passion and we lick each other clean. Our loins are numb from this encounter and we both seem totally satisfied - for the moment. Our bodies continue to generate heat and I press my spent body into hers. Basking in the afterglow of our love-making, we continue to kiss and cuddle. The morning sun has now set the room ablaze in light, but it pales in comparison to the fire which burned between us just moments ago. In the distance, the kitchen clock chimes eight times. The day has just begun!