I leaned forward and carefully cupped her large soft breasts. The very breasts that I had admired, yearned to touch for so long. The feeling of her soft fleshy mounds conforming to fit the contours of my hands was simply amazing. The sensation of her nipples growing against my palms so satisfying, proof that she too was feeling pleasure in this special moment. I carefully kissed her nipple. “They are so hard,” I whispered. “Your nipples seem to like it when I touch them.”
“Very much,” Liz said as she gently pulled my throbbing hard-on closer to her warmth. “And I think your big cock will like this,” she said as she gently raised her hips and pressed her swollen vulva against its head. I could feel her body stretch as it carefully enveloped my sensitive head, seductively lured it inside.
I gasped; the feeling of her tight wetness was too much to handle. My body tensed, fighting with all its might to keep from exploding. Her warmth, her wetness felt like nothing I could ever have imagined. I instinctively started to thrust into her.
“Wait,” Liz blurted out in a panicked tone as her grip tightened on my shaft. “Just focus on my eyes and let the urge subside for a little bit. You are very large, and my body isn’t ready to take you yet. When it is ready, you will slip in easily.”
I stared deep into her eyes, holding my breath in an attempt to calm the urge to blow my load.
“Breathe silly,” Liz whispered as she lifted her head to kiss me. “It’s okay if you cum.”
When our lips met in that moment, my life felt complete. I truly loved this beautiful woman. I held her breasts firmly in my hands as her womanhood gently grasped my manhood. I carefully allowed my body to sink as she accepted me deep inside. Such an incredibly personal experience. I pulled away from our kiss, nuzzled her neck as my eyes filled with tears.
“I need to cum,” I whispered in her ear. “I am so sorry.”
Liz cradled my head, tightened her pelvic muscles, squeezed my throbbing dick deep inside her. My balls tightened as the most powerful orgasm ripped through my body. Spasm after spasm sent what seemed like gallons of thick cum into her accepting body. I cried like a baby.
For several minutes, Liz held me tight, gently rocked below me, our bodies still intimately connected.
“Now you are a man in every sense of the word,” Liz whispered in my ear. “Now you can make me cum. Fuck me properly with that big cock.”
I lifted up onto my arms as my body instinctively began to gently thrust in and out. Liz lifted her legs into the air, spread wide, exposed the full beauty of her pussy to me. I lifted my body even more, watched intently as my dick slid in and out of her slippery tightness.
My thrusts got a little too bold and I accidentally pulled out of her, my wet dick slapping against my stomach. Before I could recover, Liz flipped over, got on her knees and pushed her cute butt high in the air. She reached between her legs, firmly grasped my slippery wet dick and plunged it into her hungry pussy.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me like a man.”
I started slamming into her, our wet flesh slapping, her pussy dripping. My hands found her pliable butt cheeks, squeezed and pulled on her soft flesh. My eyes were fixed on her incredible pussy, watching intently as it swallowed me whole, spit me back out with a slurping sound before swallowing me again.
Liz reached her hand back and grabbed one of my wrists. She pulled it around her body and pressed my hand to her crotch. “Play with my clit,” she said in desperation. “Make me cum.”
My fingers searched through her hairy bush, discovered her hard little bud, strummed it from side to side like I had seen in so many porn videos. “Too hard,” Liz moaned. “My clit is very sensitive.”
I slid my finger down, coated it with the abundant juices flowing from her pussy and reapplied it to her clit.
“Oh yes, just like that,” Liz moaned loudly. “You are a fucking stud. Make me cum.”
Liz pushed her face into the sleeping bag as her back arched and her body tensed. She let out a deep primal scream as her body shook and spasmed. I could feel her pussy pulsate and tighten around my dick.
“Of fuck,” I yelled. “I am going to cum in your tight little cunt.”
As my second load of cum flooded her, Liz began to shudder and moan deeply as her second orgasm wreaked havoc on her fragile body. Liz slumped forward, pulling away from my spurting dick, her gaping, dripping pussy still high in the air. I pushed a single finger deep inside her, felt the quivering of her flesh that she had described after masturbating. Her hips rocked involuntarily as the invading finger explored her inner depths, triggering yet another wave of orgasms. I just watched her writhing, convulsing body in amazement while I stroked the last couple of spurts out of my manhood. A great sense of accomplishment filled me.
I crawled next to Liz and spooned her limp body. She just smiled as I reached around and cupped her heaving breasts. The sticky, gooey mess between us a sure sign that the consummation of our love had been successful. We drifted into a deep sleep.
When I woke, the sun was high in the sky, and my beautiful lover was still asleep. As I tried to pull free from her grasp without waking her, she whispered that she needed to pee but couldn’t seem to muster the energy to move. I slipped out from under her, scooped her up in my arms and carried her towards the lake. As I carried her, she just nestled into my arms, eyes closed, wide smile on her face. When we reached the edge of the lake, I gently lowered her feet to the ground and held her in a squatting position as she relieved herself. When she finished, I picked her back up and carried her into the water.
We lay back in about a foot of water, her in front of me, tucked between my legs, her back to my chest. I carefully washed her body as I kissed the tops of her shoulders and fondled her breasts.
“That feels nice,” Liz whispered. “You have such a gentle touch.” She lifted her feet over my legs and pushed her knees out. Her eyes were closed and her body fully submissive.
My hands carefully slid down her tender torso, my fingertips danced in the soft patch of pubic hair, trailed over her puffy vulva, slipped gently between her thighs, careful not to penetrate her below the surface of the water.
Soft moans began to escape her lips. My fingers pressed on each side of her clit, careful not to make direct contact, just the way she described while masturbating. Her pelvis instinctively rocked forward seeking more. My fingers slid down the outer perimeter of her vulva, carefully circling her opening before slowly retreating. My other hand brushed over her nipples, lifted her heavy breasts, traced across their sensitive underside. Her moans deepened as her body quietly petitioned for more.
My hands reached for her inner thighs, pulled and separated them, exposed what lie hidden between them. Her back arched, her hips rocked, her thighs trembled. I nibbled her ear, kissed her neck, whispered sweet nothings as I slid both hands back up and over her torso, squeezed her breasts, gently touched her face.
Her head leaned back, our lips met, her moans filled my mouth. As I gently squeezed one of her breasts, my other hand traveled back down her body, cupped her crotch. My fingertip located her eager clit, circled and pressed. The thumb and forefinger of the other hand gently pinched and pulled a nipple. Her tongue pushed between my lips, explored my mouth.
My touch became more aggressive, her body flinched and twisted. A gentle orgasm flooded her body. Very different than her previous orgasms, this one seemed more sensual, more delicate. The efforts of my fingers continued until she could take no more. I held her tight in my arms as multiple orgasms continued to flood her fragile body.
“Oh my god,” Liz whispered. “You have magic fingers. That was like six or seven orgasm. I lost count.”
We just lay there for about an hour basking in the natural pleasure as gentle waves lapped over our sensitive bodies.
Eventually, Liz stood, took my hand and helped me to my feet. Following a long, passionate kiss, she dropped to her knees and kissed the head of my eager dick. As her lips enveloped my head, I could feel her tongue swirling over the tip. She pulled back, looked up at me and said, “Sorry, but there is no way I can get this whole thing in my mouth.”
report She didn’t need to. As she sucked and licked half of my dick, her hands stroked the shaft and cupped my balls. I just closed my eyes and contemplated which felt better, her mouth or her pussy. I was getting dangerously close and needed to warn her. I slid my fingers through her hair and gently pulled her head away. She looked up at me and smiled. “You can cum in my mouth,” she said in a deep sultry voice.
I gently massaged her scalp as she bobbed and sucked my saliva coated dick. The sensation of her mouth so nice, yet so different from that of her pussy. She pushed her mouth deeper over me, my head pressed against the back of her throat, her finger teased the sensitive skin between my balls and anus. She reached deep between her legs, captured her slick wetness on her fingertip and gently pressed it to my tight sphincter. She pushed the tip of her finger inside, gently pulled and twisted it. The sensation was too much, I exploded against the back of her throat. She swallowed once, then collected the rest in her mouth.
Liz pulled herself up my body and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth. Our kiss so intimate as she shared the salty sweet deposit. God, I loved this woman.
Liz and I cleaned up in the lake before strolling hand-in-hand back to our camp. It was getting dark by the time we got back. We stoked the fire and snuggled on a blanket next to it, enjoying its warmth.
“Was it what you expected?” Liz asked in a caring tone as she cradled me in her loving arms.
“Much more,” I responded. “I expected it to feel good, but never imagined just how nice it would feel to be inside you. What I didn’t expect was how emotional I was, how personal it felt. When I masturbate, it is all about pleasure and release. Your body was so warm and inviting. It offered such a special connection. When I came inside you, it felt like I was sharing a very special part of myself with someone I love.”
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