Erotic Couples
Darren G. Burton
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Wet Dream
Nicole awoke to find her husband’s fingers probing her wet cunt. She hazily recalled she’d just been having a sexual dream. Only it wasn’t a dream now.
Her aroused pussy made wet, slurping sounds as two fingers explored her vaginal entrance. Her clitoris was swollen and throbbing and sensitive to touch. Michael’s lips found hers and his tongue suddenly filled her mouth. Nicole returned the gesture by thrusting her own tongue down his throat. They couldn’t possibly open their mouths any wider as their tongues entwined and probed for space.
His erect dick was jammed up hard against her hip. She could feel juice leaking from the head onto her skin. Her breathing became faster and more shallow as Michael fingered her cunt vigorously. She sucked on his tongue, swallowing his saliva, and worked it in and out of her mouth as if she were sucking his cock.
Michael removed his fingers from her pussy and worked his way on top of her. He was between her legs now and she could feel the stiffness of his member squashed against her pelvis. Lifting his hips, he maneuvered his cock until the head was probing the entrance to her soaking wet tunnel where it bulldozed its way inside her.
“Oh, god!” she cried as he cock reached the very end of her pussy. It filled her completely and felt fantastic. She really needed his cock right now.
Michael stroked in and out slowly at first, gradually building her pleasure and sexual tension. Nicole dug her fingernails into the hard flesh of his back, feeling his muscles flex with each thrust of his powerful cock. Her wandering hands ventured down to his buttocks, where she squeezed the firm cheeks and helped him thrust. Arching her back, her hips left the bed to meet his lunges. Their bodies smacked together with each stroke, their timing perfectly in sync.
Nicole searched out Michael’s mouth again and she kissed him heatedly. Her tongue lashed his. She could barely breathe, she was so excited now. Michael winced in pain as she raked her nails across his buttocks and up his back.
She broke the kiss.
“Fuck me harder,” she pleaded urgently. “Ram that juicy big cock into me. Fuck me like the slut I am.”
Even though she was married and didn’t stray, something about using the term ‘slut’ when they were having sex always got her really turned on. They used the word regularly; among other words of choice.
“You cunt is so hot and wet and tight,” her husband hissed in her ear.
Their tongues danced again, eating each others’ mouths. Nicole’s pussy made loud, wet sucking sounds with each sexual thrust. Their hungry mouths made similar noises as they kissed. Flesh banged together as their bodies humped vigorously. Michael’s loose balls swayed with his movement and slammed into Nicole’s ass cheeks with each injection of his meat into her gushing tunnel.
“Faster,” she urged. “Faster.”
“Cum for me, honey,” said Michael, increasing the tempo and power until he was driving into her like a jackhammer. “Cum all over my cock.”
And cum she did, exploding in a shower of juice all over the bed sheets. She was one of the rare breed of women who could squirt on reaching a climax; something that she was quite proud of. Her orgasm came in waves. Just when she thought it was over, another swell of sexual euphoria overcame her trembling body.
Michael groaned loudly and ejaculated his hot, sticky load deep inside her, his juices mixing with hers to form a cocktail of sexual fluids. He kept on stroking in and out of her until both of them were totally spent. He collapsed into her arms then, sweating and breathing heavily.
Nicole’s eyes fluttered open then and she awoke to find her husband’s fingers probing her wet cunt.
A Taste of Things To Cum
The forest was bathed in an eerie gloom as the afternoon sun was consumed by advancing storm clouds. Lightning flickered intermittently overhead, casting the trees as spectral shadows. Light rain began to fall as the wind whistled through the trees.
Lance and Charlotte weaved their way through the forest, the ground soft underfoot with fallen leaves. Spying something, Charlotte stopped and pointed off to the right. Lance looked in the direction she was indicating.
Through a gap in the trees he could see what looked like an open field. Without saying a word they both strode purposefully off in the direction of the open pasture.
The forest gave way to a field of lush green grass. But it wasn't the verdant pasture that that captured their attention. It was what lay nestled at the other edge of the forest that really caught their eye.
Lance grinned and turned to Charlotte. "I think we just found a setting for our fantasy, Babe," he said, an excited gleam in his friendly green eyes.
Charlotte returned his grin and nodded with anticipation.
Lance took one look into her beautiful blue eyes and just had to grab her and kiss her hard on the lips. "God your eyes are sexy!" he quipped.
Still smiling, they walked quickly across the soft green field towards the forest's edge.
Thunder rumbled overhead. Fingers of lightning rippled across the darkening sky. The drizzle intensified to heavy rain.
Filled with excitement from the impending storm and an insatiable thirst for fun and lust, Lance grabbed Charlotte's hand and they ran for the cover of the rustic old barn. A large wooden door hung loosely on one rusted hinge. They ducked through the gap and found themselves enveloped by the dark and musty interior.
As his eyes became accustomed to the dim light, shadows materialised into solid images. Lance could see that the barn was empty and probably hadn't been used for some years. At the far end of the barn, towards the ceiling, was a window that emitted soft grey light from outside. Revealed in that light was an upper level, like a loft.
Charlotte had seen it too. "I can see a ladder," she told him.
They made their way over to the ladder, water dripping off their sodden clothing. Rain pounded on the tin roof as they scaled the ladder to the loft above.
With a lewd smile, Charlotte said, "This is exactly what we've been searching for, Babe!" She took in the surrounds of their fantasy location. Bales of hay were stacked against the far wall in a step-like pattern. Covering the wooden decking were thick, loose strands of dried fodder. Sighting something else of interest, she bent down and retrieved and old blanket. Shaking the dust out of it, she looked at Lance and said, "This will help stop our butts from getting spiked."
Lance found himself grinning again, water glistening on his face. "This is absolutely perfect!" he said.
Crunching over the hay, Charlotte made her way to the bales at the far end. There she draped the blanket over a few of them and sat down to remove her shoes. Emulating her actions, Lance did the same.
As he turned to say something to her, he was met with her soft wet lips on his. Her sweet tongue darted into his mouth. He returned the favour and explored her luscious mouth with his own tongue. As their tongues entwined and wrestled, their hands wandered over each others' bodies simultaneously. Lance's right hand came to rest on one of Charlotte's impressive and heavy breasts. He teased the nipple to hardness through the material of her shirt.
"Your top's all wet," he gasped between kisses.
"It's not the only thing that's wet," she replied in a sultry tone.
"Oh really," he whispered, then groaned as Charlotte's hand started massaging the hard length in his pants. "God your good with your touch." He moaned, "Slide your hand down my pants."