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A Week Without Sex (MF, anal, oral)
by Alicia (notnice66@hotmail.com)
Copyright 2001
It's been a week without sex. I've been horny all day but even after
Gary gets home it is several hours before dinner is finished and the
kids put to bed. Gary knows I want him - he can read the signs even
when they are much subtler. But he teases for a few minutes, first
saying he wants to watch TV and then yawning and saying he's tired. I
pout, thrust out my tits, wiggle my bum, act a bit sluttish. He loves
it. His eyes sparkle and there is a slight flush on his cheeks. He
puts his hands on my arse and now it is my turn to tease, pulling away
and acting offended. He pulls me back with an arm around my waist and
mashes his lips against mine in a hot passionate kiss that makes my
nipples harden and my knees weak. He growls in my ear that I'm a wanton
bitch and I arch against him before pushing his head down to my
breasts. He sucks them hard through my blouse, making me go up on my
toes and hiss through my teeth. My hands are in his thick hair and I
clutch him to me, feeling his teeth through the material of my top and
bra. When he pulls away, my blouse is all wet over each breast and I
get a sudden nostalgia rush thinking of the months of breastfeeding in
years gone by.
He has a smirk on his handsome face, knowing that once he gets me
aroused like this he is in for some fun. I know he wants me to go on my
knees and attack his pants, and I hold back a strong urge to do so. I
definitely want his cock in my mouth soon, but I want him to leap a
couple of hurdles first. So instead of going to him, I lean back
against the sofa and smirk back at him. I tell him to get naked and
show me his cock. He likes this and undresses eagerly, finishing by
standing before me, hands on hips, showing off that nice fleshy dick
with its heavy low hanging sac. I imagine those balls are heavier and
more bloated than usual with a week's load of sperm built up inside.
Gary knows I really like his cock - sure it's no longer than average,
but it is nice and fat. And I'm the kind of gal that likes that
particular physical characteristic in her man. I tell him to stroke it
and he puts on a bit of a show, playing with the foreskin for a while
before pulling it back to reveal the shiny angry-looking helmet.
It's Gary's turn now to give the orders and he tells me to get over and
make him hard. I don't waste any time and after a crushing embrace and
kiss, I'm quickly down there sucking his hot flaccid meat, savouring the
slightly musty smell resulting from it being cooped up all day in his
jocks, probing the foreskin with my tongue, and relishing the sheer
maleness of it. Almost immediately it begins to thicken, stretching the
corners of my mouth. As it comes to full erection I change gears into
full blow job mode. Although Gary likes to think he's got lots of
sexual reserve, it is now his turn to arch his back and hiss through his
teeth. I work up and down the top half of his cock for several minutes,
paying lots of attention to the velvety bulbous head. I can take all of
his cock into my mouth comfortably enough, but always hold back on this
until he asks for it. Tonight I make him beg me to deep throat him and
when I still hold back he gets impatient, putting his hands in my hair
and tugging me down on his length. I resist a little, liking to see him
get frustrated and demanding, and when I finally engulf him all the way,
my nose pushing into his soft hairy nest, I squeeze his balls sharply.
He lets out a surprised grunt, but I know it turns him on because the
fat organ filling my mouth pulses and throbs as if about to deliver its
thick salty load.
But I don't want that hot load just yet. First I want him stretching
and probing my puss. It's been 8 days since we last fucked and I need
it bad! We normally have sex at least three times a week - no wonder
I've been horny all day. So I sit back on my heels, look up at Gary
with my most sultry hooded-eye-lids look and tell him I want him inside
me. He pulls me up for another passionate kiss and as our tongues
entwine, I feel his hands pulling at my clothes. Between us we manage
to get me down to my undies and bra in pretty quick time. Then Gary
breaks the kiss and goes for my tits. He virtually rips the bra off and
gets his mouth on one side and a strong hand on the other. Gary has a
real fixation on my breasts and always gives them a good workover during
sex - and sometimes in the bathroom or kitchen just for fun. My boobs
have changed since we first met - showing the signs of my 34 years and
the mothering of two babes - but Gary still goes at them with as much
eagerness as on our first date. And just like on that first date, my
nipples quickly harden as his lips and teeth work on one and a thumb and
finger on the other. I whisper at him to do it harder and as he clamps
down I feel a hot rush in my parts and know that my panties are getting
damp.
Gary feels me squirming and even though he knows I'm impatient for him
to enter me, he continues the workout on my tits. Finally I push him
away and he gives me an arrogant grin as I stand there panting, my
breasts blotched all red and nipples hard enough to punch holes in the
wall. I tug down my panties, toss them aside and reach for that fat rod
jutting from Gary's waist. It is hot to the touch and my fingers wrap
around it, not able to fully encircle its thickness. I use it to pull
Gary in for another kiss and then he has me on my back on the sofa and
is rubbing the knob of his cock up and down my slit getting it all wet
with my juices. I am soooo hot and urge him to hurry up and stick it in
me. He has one knee on the couch and, with the other foot on the floor
for purchase, is ready. I lift my backside off the cushions as he juts
forward and I take his full length in one long delicious thrust, feeling
it widen and stretch my pussy all the way in. 'Yeessssssss,' I moan but
don't have time to savour the entry as Gary immediately hits his straps
and starts pounding into me, his pubic ridge mashing my clit on each
thudding down stroke. It is good fucking and I pull his head down to my
titties again, wanting his hot mouth on my horny nipples as his cock
plunges in and out of my cunt. It is clear that he is as ready as me
for raunchy sex and I look forward to getting my insides drenched with a
week's load of spunk.
Gary is savaging a nipple nicely, crimping it with his teeth and pulling
it out deliciously painfully to its full extent, when I hear a plaintive
little cry from the kids' bedroom. We freeze, both looking towards the
half-shut door. The last thing we want is a little 4 or 6 year old
wandering in. Gary climbs off and I go and peek in on the kids. They
are both asleep though little Becks is restless. I rearrange the sheets
and dolls and, after kissing them both, return to the living room. Gary
is coming through from the kitchen with a couple of glasses of cold
white wine, his schlong swinging as he walks. We sip our drinks and
then head through to the bedroom. I take a mouth full of the chilled
wine and, sitting on the bed, pull Gary to me and take his cock into my
mouth. He gasps as he feels the cold wine sloshed around his hot meat.
I can taste my pussy through the wine and, as his cock again begins to
thicken, swallow the now-warm mixture.
Gary pulls back and, as his dick plops out of my mouth, pushes me back
on the sheets, kneels on the floor and lowers his head into my steamy
bush. He doesn't waste time but goes straight for my clit which is up
and straining after just a few passes of his hot pliant tongue. He
likes licking me and tonight really makes a meal of it. I lie back,
massaging my breasts and enjoy the slow build up deep in my belly. It
takes a good few minutes but when the orgasm comes I nearly lose it and
am aware only of Gary's marvellous tongue lapping at my heaving parts.
He keeps licking and for long minutes I am on that plateau of rolling
pleasure until eventually I can take no more and push his head away. I
look at his glistening face and its toothy grin and get a rush of love
for this man.
He is stroking his cock to full hardness and is getting ready to slide
it in my still clenching puss. I bat my eyelids at him coyly and, in a
little girl voice, say, 'Honey, why don't you put it in my butt?' I
giggle as his eyes widen with lust. It has been a few months since we
last had anal sex and I am well and truly re-charged. Actually I've
been thinking all day of the last time we did it, and I guess that's
what has gotten me so horny.
Gary reaches to the bedside table and gets the tube of lubricant, but I
put my hand on his shoulder before he opens it. In the same girly voice
I tell him that I'm so small back there, that it's been neglected for
such a long time, that he needs to get me ready, tee hee, with his
tongue. He growls and hooks first one of my legs over his shoulder,
then the other. He then grabs my waist and pulls me down so my backside
is hanging over the side of the bed and only his shoulders are keeping
me from falling, then dips his head. He slurps at my puss for a while
then transfers a load of my juices down to that little brown pucker
between my cheeks. I feel his tongue swirl around the clenched bud and
tell him to make sure he gets lots of spit inside. This is nice and I
luxuriate in the sensations of his tongue pushing at my little dark
flower and then probing my dank arse. I know he can probably taste the
soap I used when I douched earlier on, and will know that I've been
planning this. My hands again go to my breasts and I lie there moaning
and undulating my hips.
All too soon he stops and stands above me, his face red and sweaty, his
cock hard and ready. I pull him down for a hot kiss and he makes sure I
taste the flavour of my rear end. He stands and, all business now,
applies gel to his cock and my bum. I feel a finger slide easily in and
we both know there's no need for further preparation. He again pulls my
legs up so that they rest on his shoulders and aims his cock at the hole
presented to him. As I feel the head rest against my anus I bear down
and he eases the fat mushroom bulge forward. I catch my lip between my
teeth feeling myself stretch and stretch as he applies pressure and
then, just as it is about to get painful, he is in and my sphincter
closes on the slightly narrower shaft. We sigh in unison and I am aware
that my forehead is beaded with sweat. Gary gives me an encouraging
smile and, hands firmly on my hips, pushes forward till half his dick is
inside me. I can't take any more just yet and clamp down. He gives me
another smile and just rocks back and forth with that first three and a
bit inches. It is sooo good and I close my eyes in pleasure, hands
again going to my tits. He must feel me relaxing because he pushes the
rest of that beautiful fat dick into my arse until it is all the way
in. We both let out long oooohhhhhs and smile at each other like
teenagers. He leans forward, kisses me deeply, sucks first one breast
then the other, and then gets down to the task of fucking my arse
properly.
He sets up a steady rhythm. As his hips thud into me, making my belly
and boobs wobble, I snake a hand down to my puss and start gently
circling my clit. I love the feel of his thick cock jamming in and out
of my arse, mashing my guts and filling the room with earthy sexy
smells. This is exactly what I've had in mind all day, and my fingers
move faster in my swampy nest. Gary pauses to drip more gel on his cock
and then resumes his forceful thrusts. I am close and Gary knows it. I
am moaning but can't - don't want to - stop. His hands go to my breasts
now and he first massages them and then, as I lift towards orgasm,
zeroes in on the taut nipples and pinches and tugs them. I am over the
edge and feel my whole body spasm and melt. It goes on and on and,
although after a time I am aware that Gary is also cumming, it continues
even after he has stopped moving and has collapsed forward on top of me.
I clasp his hot body for long moments, feeling his heart racing then
slowing to normal. I love this closeness, this afterglow, but
eventually he moves saying he needs to go to the loo. When he comes
back, I see a golden drop at his foreskin and signal him to kneel at my
head. Lifting my face towards his groin I take that fleshy tip in my
lips. It is some time since we've done any piss stuff, but there was a
period a couple of years ago when we had quite a bit of fun, and I am
reminded of this as Gary strains and delivers a few last drops of hot
salty urine onto my tongue. This is a signal between us that I want
more sex and I suck on his slack dick, tugging at it with my lips, in
the hope that he can rise to the occasion. He has washed but I can
still faintly taste the essence of my plundered gut. For some perverse
reason, this excites me and I work hard to suck every bit of it off his
cock. He is beginning to respond and I work my tongue around the
emerging glans, getting some tasty residue from inside his foreskin.
With a grunt, Gary pulls his cock out of my mouth and then shifts
forward so that his balls rest against my lips. As I suck and wash
them, getting lots of my juices out of the matted hair around them, he
oohhhs and aahhhhs. I know he loves this and give him what he wants.
(And anyway, I have a theory that well-sucked balls means a bigger load
of semen ...). He massages my breasts, keeping away from the sensitive
nipples, but increasing my horniness. Knowing I'm in a mood to do
anything, he shifts forward again and lowers his hairy arse to my
mouth. I am now soooo hot that I don't hesitate to kiss and lick it.
He hasn't douched and I can taste all kinds of musty flavours. He is
working my breasts harder and tells me to suck his hole. I push my
tongue inside the clenching muscle and, not for the first time, show him
that I know how an arse hole should be reamed. And then, when it is
nice and slick, I reach up and slide my middle finger deep into his
humid rectum. He grunts and shifts back so that his semi-hard cock is
resting heavily on my lips. I suck it in and work on it. I crook my
finger in his arse and find the prostate gland. It is firm and I rub it
gently. (I have a theory that a well-stimulated prostate means a bigger
load of semen ...). The cock in my mouth responds instantly and is soon
fully hard and Gary is arching his back and groaning, his cock jamming
into the back of my throat. I am on fire and gulp and suck furiously at
his cock, maintaining the pressure on his prostate. He moans and pants,
thrusting his dick repeatedly into my throat, my tits forgotten.
Although my jaw is beginning to ache and my lips are a bit sore from
being stretched and pummelled, I would be happy to continue till he
cums. But tonight I want more. I want his cock back inside me,
pummelling my guts. I pull my finger slowly from his butt and push
restrainingly against his hard stomach. He reluctantly pulls back and
sits on his heels panting. 'I want you back inside me,' I say and lean
forward to kiss him. It is a hot kiss and he sucks my tongue, getting
all the mixed flavours from his cock and arse.
He tells me to get on my hands and knees and reaches again for the
lubricant. He knows that I won't let him fuck my puss again. We made
that mistake once before. Even though it was years ago, before we were
even married, the memory of that scorching infection is still fresh -
not to mention the humiliating lecture from the doctor. So, even though
he may have washed all trace of my arse off his cock, and I've sucked it
almost raw, I still won't let him back in my cunt.
I watch as he squeezes out a dollop of gel and, as he begins to coat
that angry weapon jutting from his groin, I bat my eyelids at him and
tell him in my sluttiest voice not to use too much. Smiling, he calls
me a hot slut and says that he is going to give my arse a real long
pounding. He is stroking his gel covered pole and I tell him to stop
playing with himself and to put his fat dick in me. I'm impatient now
and wiggle my butt at him.
He steps behind me and I feel his large hands on my hips. The dome head
of his cock is sliding greasily up and down my crack, brushing across my
anus. My sphincter has regained its elasticity, but I push outwards,
making it wink, hoping that a little bit of the spunk he depositied in
there half an hour earlier will trickle out. He grunts that I'm just a
horny little arse whore who would be selling it on the street if I
didn't have him to fuck me. This talk gives me a thrill and I tell him
what a teasing prick he is and that he'd better get on with it or I
won't let him fuck me at all. I expect the banter to continue but
instead he jabs his dick hard against my anus. I yelp but there is
enough lubricant for it to slide in and even though I'm now telling him
to stop he keeps driving till it is deep in my gut. He doesn't pause
but pulls fully out, jams it in again all the way, then all the way
out. I am panting and have a finger on my clit strumming. He continues
stretching my anus with the fat mushroom head of his cock, and I am now
taking it easily. I start clenching my arse to make it harder for him
to push through, and we both groan at the feeling. After a moment of
this I am ready for him to do some in-depth plumbing, and ask him in my
slut voice to fuck my arse like a real man. But he has another tease in
mind and, pulling out of me once more, starts slapping my sweaty
buttocks with his fat cock. I feel the meaty slab banging on the soft
flesh of my butt and I groan telling him it hurts and to get on and put
it in me. He laughs `cos he sees my fingers in my puss and knows I'm
getting off on it. I tell him all right, then do it harder. But he
takes this moment to storm my butt hole again shoving his hard meat
through my unexpectant ring.
God it turns me on and I let out a long satisfied groan. The teasing's
over now and he gets into a steady rhythm that has his full length
plowing in and out of my stretched arse hole. I can feel the wide
length of him pushing through my sphincter and mashing deep in my
bowels. It is what I want and each time he thuds home his heavy ball
sac swings up against my glistening labia. Panting, I tell him what a
stud he is and how he is going to make me cum soon. He smacks his flat
palm down on my arse cheeks to hurry me on my way and with a groan I
slide forward a bit on the mattress, my fingers working my puss and
clit. I am close and am losing control. Gary grabs me by the waist and
hauls me back onto my elbows and knees. I love the way he manhandles
me! He is now jack hammering away and I am there, almost screaming as
an orgasm bursts within me. I slump forward again and this time Gary
goes with me, riding me down, his cock hitting new depths in my arse as
all his weight lands on me.
As my orgasm ebbs then fades, I am aware that Gary is getting close
too. He is grunting and panting and I feel drops of sweat on my back.
My arse is feeling tender now and his cock is causing a burning
sensation in my rectum ? after all he's fucked me twice back there in
the last half hour. I tell him to pull out and cum in my mouth, that I
want to taste his fuck, want to feel his balls slap my chin, want to
look at his face as he empties his cock in my throat. He grunts and
then, in one motion, withdraws from my arse, and stands up. I turn and
sit and give him a sultry look, licking my lips before opening my
mouth. He steps forward and slides his slimy cock in past my lips. I
offer no resistance this time and he goes all the way in. He doesn't
pause but grasps my head with both hands and starts to face fuck me at
the same speed as he was going in my arse. I apply suction and tongue
action, tasting my arse on his pole and the semen from his last orgasm.
I grab his swinging scrotum and roll and squeeze his balls (I have a
theory ...). Then he is grunting and groaning and cumming, a globby
streamer jetting onto my tongue. He lunges all the way in, holding my
face firmly against his belly, and I feel his cock pulse and jet, pulse
and jet, a nice scalding load of his cum puddling at the back of my
mouth.
Finally he sags and pulls away. He is unsteady on his feet and half
falls onto the bed next to me. I roll him over and smile at his glazed
eyes. I show him the cum in my mouth and lean forward to kiss. We
transfer the slimy mess back and forth with our tongues and each time he
swallows a bit. Then I slide down and clean off his cock before
snuggling up and pulling a sheet over us. As I drift off to sleep I
muse that maybe there are some benefits to going a week without sex ....
Let me know what you think! Would luv to hear from ya.
All comments welcome, Alicia.
notnice66@hotmail.com