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Content Warning: This work of fiction contains mature subject matter
and graphic sexual language including descriptions of consensual sex
between men and women. If you think you can't deal with this story,
or if it's illegal to possess such material in your locality, please
hit the delete button now. If you're a minor as defined by the laws
in your locality then you MUST stop now and go no further. As a work
of fiction, any similarities to any person(s) dead, alive, or
fictional is merely a really weird coincidence.

                         Make Love To Me
                         by Jan Williams
                      janwill89@hotmail.com

      Make Love to me,” she whispered.
      It was peaceful there on that sunny hillside in Connecticut,
the beauty and form of their naked bodies blending with that of the
nature in which they lay, the stillness broken by the chirp of a
cricket and the songs of the birds that drifted with the soft breeze.
      His finger tips gently traced the form of her face, brushing
lightly over her ear and down her throat until the palm of his hand
lay upon the gentle swell above her breast.
      The beauty of a woman’s breasts were no greater displayed than
by those upon which he now gazed, their soft firmness and crowning
nipples like those which had fed his body in its first days; those
object of desire that so adorned her body, beckoning him to partake
of their pleasures, perchance to create new life for them to
nourish.
      His hand moved to cup her breast and caress it as his lips
and tongue retraced the path his fingers had taken. He tasted
the sweetness of her lips, felt the warm breath of her delicate
nostrils and then that of her mouth as it opened to draw in his
hungry tongue. Her tongue toyed with his through parted teeth
until they opened wide to admit him to probe and taste the
sweetness of that uppermost receptor of her body. He nibbled at
her lips, sucking and licking them and then her tongue as its
tip eased between her teeth to be drawn deep into his mouth and
held there strongly as his hand gently milked her breast.
      Her hands were on his head now, her fingers entwined in
his hair to keep him close to her. She smiled and faintly moaned
as his lips kissed her eyes and the tip of her nose; turning and
tilting her head to follow his lips and tongue as he nibbled at
her ear and licked its inner folds with his tongue’s pointed tip
that flattened to slither behind her jaw and down to bathe the
hollow of her throat.
      He turned his head and lay his cheek against her chest,
his ear listening to the beat of her heart, removing his hand
for his eyes to drink in the beauty of her creamy breasts,
untanned by the summer sun. His desire for them was exceeded
only by his rising passion for that which he saw through the
valley between the mounds of her breasts; that part of her that
would feed his soul, crowned by the soft fine blonde hairs of
her muff, hairs of gold glistening in the sun, waiting for him.
      His tongue bathed the part of her breasts that was neither
tanned by the summer sun nor adorned by pointed caps, bathed it
until it was wet and it glistened in the sun. Her hands pressed
his face tight to her breast as his mouth closed over its pink
nipple and its blood red areolae; releasing him to suckle her
freely as the centers of her sex quivered in her belly,
responding to his lips and tongue, first one nipple and then the
other.

      He lay between her spread legs now, the kisses and
caresses of his lips and tongue moving downwards over the soft
tanned skin of her stomach, his body sliding over her vulva; its
lips not closed and proper but parted, wanton, revealing the
pink petals of her flowery nether lips that waited to be kissed.
Her delicate reddening inner lips and their hood peeked out
invitingly, pressed against him now as she tilted her pelvis up for
her clit to feel his sliding body. She giggled and pressed the small
of her back to the ground as his tongue flicked into her navel, her
hands pressing his mouth to her and then down until the tickling
stopped.
      Her body tensed and her eyes closed as his wet kisses moved
across her belly and his lips brushed over the soft fine golden hairs
that graced her mound of love. The erotic scent of her woman’s sex
was in his nostrils now, urging him on to taste the sweet juices his
ministrations had brought from within her, but not yet, not until he
had tasted the flavors and textures of those other places that were
before him.
      He lay his cheek against the sweet softness of her vulva and
hugged her hips, looking up at her face, wanting to gaze into her
eyes that were closed in dreamy bliss. Slowly her eyes opened and
gazed into his and her eyes smiled and her lips smiled and her hands
tenderly caressed his face and head and her smiling eyes closed and
her hands pressed him to her while he hugged her hips.
      His lips and tongue kissed and caressed the tenderness of her
inner thigh as she raised her knees beside his head and lay them
outward, holding them there for his tongue to lap up the length of
the soft crease between her thigh and vulva, brushing over her muff
to the other thigh to kiss and caress it, down its soft crease to
that neither spot below the flowery lips that were wetted by her
juices. Their taste was sweet and bouquet fragrant as his tongue
bathed the soft fullness of her outer lips, first one side, then the
other.
      The pointed tip of his tongue gently parted the protruding tips
of her inner lips as he drew it down their length, her hands holding
him against her gently writhing pelvis as he kissed her nether lips
and his tongue found that elusive spot within her; her pelvis rising
and her grip tightening to hold him tightly to her as his tongue
excited her passions.
      His tongue withdrew and flowed up between her inner lips, up
the velvety slickness of her vestibule, toying with her meatus and on
to the tiny bud of her clit to caress it. "Softly,” she whispered,
"softly,” as she raised her head and opened her eyes to see his
tongue softly caress her clit and see his open mouth close over the
upper parts of her vulva and feel him find her hood for his lips to
hold and saw the hollowing of his cheeks as she felt them draw her
clit into his mouth where his tongue still caressed it softly.
      "Yesss,” she hissed through clinched teeth and his tongue
flicked the bud of her clit, striking the spark that lit the fires of
her orgasm. "Come up and enter me,” she begged, "Let me feel you fill
me while my breasts are pressed to your chest and my lips pressed to
your lips.”
      She took the sweet taste of her sex from his tongue and its
fragrance into her nostrils as he rose and kissed her and she pressed
her breasts to his chest. She guided him to her entrance and lifted
her hips to him as he pressed slowly into her, those two centers of
their sex that gave and received such pleasure rippling over and
within, the exquisite feelings of their coupling increasing as he
drove deeper and deeper until they were fully joined and she was
filled.
      He slowly withdrew until only his cock-head was within her and
then thrust full in again, her faint cry of joy muffled by their
kiss. Her legs wrapped around his thighs to hold him against her
while she rubbed her clit over the hairs of his pubis for a moment
and then released him so that he could withdraw to her entrance. She
felt the ridge of his cock-head press through her cunt lips, withdraw
and enter, withdraw and enter, again and again, deeper each time now
until his strokes were full in and she could hold him and excite her
clit on the hairs of his pubis. "Fuck me,” she cried as she tore her
lips from his, "make me cum.”
      He raised up on his arms, the rhythm of his movements steady as
he thrust deep into her, brushing delightfully hard against her clit
before withdrawing to thrust again and feel his cock-head ripple
through the warm inner folds of her cunt which she positioned so
carefully and thrust eagerly upward to meet him. The pleasure of each
stroke increased as she tightened the muscles of her cunt, driving
their orgasms ever upward until their minds only sought completion
and the peace that would follow.
      She gazed into his eyes, her lips parted, faint cries of
pleasure rising up from her throat as he came against her, jiggling
her breasts with each stroke, "uh,  uh,  uh,  uh,  uh, . . . uh,  uh,
. . . I’m cumming . . . harder . . . harder, hold me, ah ahH ahHH
ahHHH AHHHH,” rose the cry from deep within her as repeated waves of
euphoric ecstacy rippled outward from the center of her sex to shake
her body and sting her breasts, her contracting cunt drawing his seed
through his pulsing cock from within his shuddering body . . . "don’t
take him out, lay on my breasts, kiss me and make love to me,” and
they lay on that hillside in Connecticut in the warm sun while the
cricket chirped and the soft breeze carried the songs of the birds to
their ears and he made love to her for her memories.

The End



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