The Dishes Can Wait

Right there beside the counter we eat our snack while we continue to talk and touch and gaze. At points we even feed each other spoonfuls of porridge and giggle like blushing virgins. It was sweeter than the brown sugar melted over the porridge and would have turned a non-romantic’s stomach, but for Heather and I it was bliss. With our bellies pushed tight together in our embrace it’s not long for my hardness to be poking against hers. We hold out as long as we can until a little blob of yogurt drips from her plump lips to drip down onto her cleavage. Without hesitation I bow my head to lick the tangy treat from her big bosom. I straighten up and lick my lips with a naughty grin.

“Come on, lover.” Heather whispers with a kiss. “The dishes can wait until morning.”

Leaving the plates half eaten Heather leads me to the bedroom. Our lips are locked together before we’d even passed through the door. Gripping, groping, stripping we make our way toward our bed. Despite the surging hardness of her erection I knew by the way she was guiding me that it was her pussy that needed the most urgent attention tonight. I am not surprised when she lays me down in the center of the bed and straddles me. Her hot, wet pussy pushes down against my balls as her scrotum drapes over my flexing manhood. She settles on top of me, using her weight to pin me under her.

“Mmm.” She wriggles his thick body on top of me, enjoying the feeling of me beneath her.

“Ohhhhh, god!” I run my hands up her soft tummy to cup her full, heavy breasts. My thumbs run across her fat, hardening nipples. My eyes scan over her voluptuous mature body. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

“My little charmer.” A finger tip teases at my lips. Leaning forward, her full breasts pressing into my chest she kisses my forehead then immediately begins to shift her body around. Letting her pillowy tummy and breasts drag over me she slowly spins herself 180 degree. The next thing I knew I was had her balls on my chin and her wet, weeping pussy hovering just inches from my nose. Her tantalizing musk fills my senses. Knowing exactly what was expected I open wide and extend my tongue. If this was Julie I’d be in there munching like a ravenous beast, but this was my gentle Queen and so I tease my tongue along the warm, slick line of her slit. “OH!” She gasps. “Ohhhh. Good boy!” The next moment I feel her hot, wet mouth engulfing my cock. “Mmmm.”

“Nnnghmmm!” I tongue and suck at her clit then run my tongue along the slit once more before slipping it inside of her tight tunnel. “Mmm.” I coo softly as I lap her nectar into my waiting mouth. It was at once salty and sweet and uniquely HER. All the while she bobs up and down my dick, her tongue wrapping around the top of my shaft and knob as her tightly sealed lips glide along my shaft. Between us her own hard cock flexes and leaks, her honey smearing between our sandwiched flesh.

“You taste so good.” She whispers softly enough to make me think she was actually saying it to my penis and not my ears. “Nngh.” Her tongue flicks over my crown before she engulfs me again. “Mmmm!”

“Ohhhh, yesss.” I wrap my arms around her thick body, hugging her soft weight down onto me even more. She was crushing me into the pillows now as she began to grind against my mouth and I welcomed it. She could pulverize me to paste if she wanted to and I welcome it with a smile. Of course she wouldn’t do that, I was far too precious to her. My focus shifts from her slit to her clit which elicits a lust gasp out of her. Her heavy balls rub against my chin as she slowly and rhythmically thrusts her hips, fucking my sucking lips with her little clit as if it were a tiny dick.

“I need you, baby.” She says and is once more on the move, breaking our 69.

I take in a big breath of air as she lifts off of me, my hands explore anything they could find as she against flips around to return to her original position. This time she finds my dick and lines it up with her wet pussy…then sinks down on top of me.

“Ohhhhh!” Our voices form a duet of bliss as she takes me to the root. Closing her eyes, a big smile on her face, Heather begins to ride me.

“Ohhh, Heather.” I moan as her super tight pussy grips up and down my shaft. Grabbing her cock that wavered up and down between us I stroke it in time with our love making. Thankfully, due to her size, I can curl in and take a few tastes of honey without even breaking our flow. I lap at her tip, precum covering my tongue, then relax back into the bed and let the effect wash over me. I feel that incredible opening of my senses. When Heather opens her gorgeous brown eyes to look down at me I find myself swaddled in her love. Rebecca as Domina had this intense way of amplifying her honey’s effect through **** of will and dominance. Heather softened her Matriarchal honey with adoration and a genuine respect for who I was as a man. Both were powerful but I knew which one I preferred. “I love you!”

“Mmm, I love you tooooo.” She moans. “Ohhhhh, Elliot. I forget how big you are. Mmmm, stretching me so nice. So full. Ohhhhh God.”

Both hands on her cock I stroke faster as I sense her climax building. “I want you to cum for me, baby. Both ways.”

“Mmmmmm!” She arches her back, her thick body twisting and thrusting her big tits high as they bounce to our increasing rhythm.

“Can you do that for me?” I huff as I could feel my own climax building. It was tough to last long with how fucking tight and slick she was.

“Yes! Yes, Elliot.” She moans. “I can do that. I want you to cum too.” Her cock swells in my grip, her balls tightening. “I want you to cum inside of me. So fucking deep! OHHHHH!!!”

“Yes. MMM! YES!” I grunt as I thrust up into her faster. “Cum for me, Heather! Cum for…”

“OHHHHHH ELLIOT!”

The next thing I know I am being spattered with hot cum as Heather’s cock releases its load across the headboard, pillow, and, getting a close up blast point blank, my face. As Heather howls and writhes on top of me her cumming, milking, fertile pussy sends me over the edge as well.

“GNNNNGHH!” I groan as I explode inside of her sending my virile infantry surging forward into her waiting womb. Mouth open as I buck through my climax another wad of her cum paints down my face, a goodly portion of it falling between my lips. Without missing a beat I swallow my salty treat greedily and open my mouth for more. “Ohhhh!

Together we sing through our orgasms, all three of them, and when they were over…Heather just keeps right on riding me. “Mmmm.” She moans, her face aglow with lustful pleasure. “Second time’s the charm.”