Erica's next step

On Saturday, Michael woke to find Erica cuddled on his chest, one sleeping hand cradling his cock. He freed himself gently and got up to make coffee. He had just turned the coffee maker on when she emerged naked from the bedroom, smiling and sleepy eyed.

"A naked man in the kitchen," she grinned. "My idea of an ideal breakfast."

"And a naked wench near a bedroom, who knows what might happen." She hugged him, rubbing herself against him, licking his nipples.

"You're delicious," she murmured happily. He stroked her hair and back, kissing the top of her head, feeling his arousal start to build.

"Too bad you don't have a higher libido," he laughed.

"Yes, I'm nearly frigid you poor dear," she grinned, stroking his stiffening cock and putting her face up to be kissed. "I want to do something new, Michael."

"You have something in mind, or is this up to my poor imagination?"

"I'll give you 'poor imagination' you lecherous old man," she said, pinching his ass. "I have something in mind this time. I want you to fuck my ass. I want that feeling of fullness, but I want it to be you." She took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. "Coffee can wait."

She slid onto the bed, leering at him, exposing her sex to him. Michael held her ankles apart, spreading her legs and pushing his face into her willing pussy, tasting the honey of her lust, hearing her moan. She squirmed against his mouth and tongue, pushing his head against her.

He pulled away from her and almost felt the smoldering sexuality of her gaze. Michael poured some oil into his hand, rubbing it into her ass, first one finger and then two penetrating her tightness. Eyes closed, she rocked and moaned, one hand toying with her clit, the other rolling a nipple as Michael's fingers spread her, readied her.

"You've been training me for this, haven't you?" she breathed. "First a finger, then a vibrator. You knew it was only a matter of time until I wanted your cock."

He positioned her on her side and lifted her thigh, opening her wide and pressing the head of his cock against her tight pucker. Easing forward he slowly penetrated her as she gave a great shuddering moan, clutching the sheets with tight fists.

"I don't know if I can," she groaned. Her head rocked and she panted, her hips slowly pressing back and taking another inch of him into her. Michael tugged at a nipple and she moaned, one hand still playing with herself. He rocked his hips forward, sliding a fraction deeper into her, feeling the vice of her tightness. She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes glazed with lust, teeth bared.

"Give me all of it," she rasped and suddenly flexed and pushed and rocked her hips, impaling herself fully with a burbling cry of lust. "Oh that's so good, so fucking good! You're filling me, Oh God you're filling me Michael."

They started a slow rocking motion, her spasms flickering, her breathing harsh and rapid. "I need more," she moaned and reached under a pillow to retrieve the large vibrator. Rubbing it against herself she slid it fully into her swollen pussy with a joyous moan. Michael felt it's vibrations through her membranes, fluttering against his cock, bringing him to the edge of orgasm.

Erica plunged the dildo in and out of herself as he impaled her ass, her cries continuous, peaking and falling, almost weeping with the wave of orgasms that ripped through her. Finally, with a desperate lunge, his own spasms began, bursting hot and urgent inside her, his hands gripping her, possessing her.