Erotic Stories (Part 1b of 5)

I pushed you off of me, getting up from the couch, placing you there on your knees. You leaned against the back of the couch spreading your legs for me. I stood behind your, shoving my fat cock deep into your cunt, my balls slamming against your thighs, “uuuuggggggghhhhhh, Godddd.” You reach down to your pussy with one hand and began to rub your clit, working it hard, feeling my cock sliding in and out of your cunt, your hands rubbing my shaft as I drove it deep into your pussy, “Goddddd, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder, harddderrr, please fuck me.” I picked up the pace, grabbing your hair, pulling your head back, arching your back as I continue to pound my cock into you, deep into your cunt. “Unnnhhhhh, mmmmmhhhhhh, fucking bitch…..God…..” my pace quickened as I felt your legs begin to shake, your pussy convulsing, throbbing aroundmy cock, your juices flowing, spraying my shaft and my balls. I placed a hand under your waist, holding you up as I continue to fuck you…..my ass squeezing tightly. “Unnnnhhhh, God, fuck meeee, “ as I pulled my cock out shooting a thick white load of cum onto your ass and your back. You could feel the warmth running down your ass as I collapsed on top of you, both of us laying on the couch in a heap of sweat, and skin. It was all we could do to catch our breath….as I pulled you closely into me, kissed you deeply on the mouth, and whispered, “Thank you, sweet!”

We caught our breath, slowly, our chests still heaving, straining to capture the air that our bodies craved. It seemed that in our sex ravaged state our bodies had lost control of themselves, focusing all energies on the intensity of our sexual pleasures, and in our rush to achieve bliss we had forgotten that we were mere mortals. I lay there, on my side wrapped around your body, my chest pressed tightly against your back, my hips molded with yours. The raw heat of our passions had dissipated and in its place was a blanket of sensual warmth. We lay still for a brief moment longer, and then you tilted your head back looked me deep in the eyes, as if to say something, then kissed me deeply on the mouth. I placed my hand up under your head, weaving my fingers through your hair, supporting you as we continued to kiss, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths. The warmth I had just felt began to leave, growing hotter, as our kissing grew deeper, your chest beginning to heave slightly again, a small whimper coming from deep in your throat.

You rolled over, so that now you were facing me, sliding your hips down slightly so my rising cock pressed against your pelvic mound, my balls resting against your pussy. I reached around you, placing my hand on your thigh, pulling your leg up so that it rested on top of mine, your hips pressing firmly into me. One hand continued to support you, my fingers running through your hair, while the other found its way onto your breasts, massaging them, cupping them, softly caressing every inch of them. You broke away from me and began to kiss my neck, sucking deeply at the crease between the base of my neck and my shoulder. My head arched back, my mouth open, a deep moan coming from within me, “unnnnhhhh,” my cock stirring as the shocks from your kisses shot through my body. You continued to kiss, lick, and suck on my neck, biting me as if you were ravished with hunger for me. You slowly moved down towards my chest, tracing your tongue along my skin lightly, your left hand moving to my cock, grasping it firmly. When you reached my right nipple you took it deeply into your mouth sucking on it hard, then biting it while tightening your grip on my cock……I winced with pain, my head began to spin slightly, “Oh, fuckkkkk, Niagra.”

You moved up to me again, leaning in and whispering, “It’s my turn,” then stood up, took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. My body was limp….my hand hanging in yours, following you blindly, obediently as if being led away in shackles. When we reached the bed you pushed me down onto my back, following me onto the bed. Starting at my toes, you slowly kissed and fondled your way up to my cock, grasping it firmly at the base of the shaft. As you squeezed it my back arched, my eyes shut tightly, “mmmmmmm, godddddd.” You spread my legs, cupping my balls with your right hand, taking them slowly into your mouth, sucking deeply on them, as you pumped your left hand rhythmically up and down my hard, thick shaft. I squirmed as you sucked them…..a feeling of erotic apprehension sweeping over my body. You moved up, sucking the base of my cock, licking and sucking until you reached the head. You slowly took it into your mouth, inching down its length until it was gone, and muffled sounds of gagging coming from your throat. As you began to work my cock, my left hand instinctively found its way onto your head, pumping you onto me in a steady rhythm. I remember glancing at the clock on the wall, time standing still as you took me to a level I had not known.

Then as quickly as it started, it stopped as you pulled away from me looking at me with your dark eyes and piercing smile, “No, not now, not like this!” You moved up, straddling my cock, arching up as you reached down to align my head with your sweetness. You sat back, my length quickly disappearing into your wetness, your juices flowing out onto my balls. You leaned over me, placing your hands on my chest and began to ride me, fucking me, your ass slamming against my thighs, “Fuckkkkk meeee, yes, godddd yessssssss.” Your hips moved faster, your finger nails digging into my chest as you pounded your cunt against me, almost oblivious to my existence. Both our eyes were shut tightly, yet we could see each other clearly, my right hand firmly grasping yours, my left hand digging into the sheets on the bed. Our breathing deepened, your moans turned to screams and I could feel your pussy begin to shake, my balls growing tighter, my ass beginning to flex, “fucckkkkkkkkk, unnnhhhhhhh,” and then I shot up, a loud knock at the door awakening me.

I looked around in a daze, my head spinning, barely able to see. It was dark out…..save for the lights of a distant village flickering through the window. Again the knock a loud voice from the hall, “M'excuser, une heure jusqu' à Vénise!” I looked down at you, your naked body laying snuggly next to mine, sleeping on the couch, a blanket loosely thrown over us. I looked at the clock, no longer frozen; it read 4:30 am. I slowly got up from the couch, being careful not to wake you, your body stirring slightly pushing back to fill the void I left when I stood up. I went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, snapping me to life, my eyes finally coming into focus, my thoughts clearing up. I walked to the bedroom and looked in, the bed still perfectly turned down, chocolate mints on the pillows. I sat down next to you, kissed you gently on the lips, your eyes opening as I pulled away from you….”Good morning sweet, time to get dressed, Venice in an hour.” You smiled, leaning into me kissing me deeply, “Thanks.”

We took turns in the bathroom, knowing that if we tried to share we would certainly not be ready in an hour. Promptly at 6 am the train pulled into a small village, just north of Venice. As we departed our cabin, the baggage steward, seeing us leave, moved smartly to our room and retrieved our bags. You walked ahead of me down the narrow hall to the exit, your firm legs being accentuated by the low heels you were wearing. Again, your hair was up (I loved seeing your neck) a light pink sleeveless knit sweater framing your figure. As we walked past the windows, I could just see the outline of your legs and hips through the thin fabric of your calf length skirt, a pretty spring pattern emblazoned on it. I exited the train first, taking your hand and helping you down. As you stepped to the ground I caught a brief glimpse of your breasts as the low neckline on your sweater pushed out slightly. The air was cool, the sun was out….the smell of spring surrounding us. I took your hand and led you to a waiting car, the baggage steward already loading our things. I opened the door and helped you in, following you, sliding up next to you on an old, leather seat. I handed the driver a piece of paper, he nodded his understanding and pulled away from the train station. The town was small, not more than a few hundred villagers….the streets narrow and mostly cobblestone. The buildings were painted in bright pastels, much of the color faded from time and weather; plaster crumbling, exposing bricks on many buildings. The streets were still empty, as it was early, before the town usually came to life. As we turned a corner onto the main street we both noticed an older lady, perhaps in her 70s staring at us as we passed….smiling and giving us a quick wave. Again my vision blurred, I blinked and my color faded…..visions of the war coming back to me. The lady was no longer old, now in her 20s, a broad smile on her face, flowers in her hands. The street was lined with woman, children, and old villagers, all cheering, waving, smiling, flowers everywhere. I could see haggard soldiers, soiled uniforms, unshaven, walking the street, tired; yet uplifted. In front of us was a tank, its tracks clinking as in lumbered slowly along the street. The horn beeped and my head snapped up, making you jump slightly, “Are you alright?” I looked at you, our eyes locking, I kissed you lightly, squeezed your hand, “Yes, sweet, I am fine.”

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