Floyd moved up between her legs to his favorite spot where it was always warm and smelt heavenly. In one movement Ana picked her leg up and swung the blankets away from her body, totally exposing the glory of her nudity. One leg was propped up and the other lying flat, dangling off the side of the
bed. Her breasts were pert and the nipples were small and tight.
Floyd repositioned himself and kept moving his nose closer to his destination. He peeked up to see if she was still asleep. Ana giggled as his face brushed against her thighs; his hair tickled her soft skin. Floyd couldn’t wait any more. He took one long lick of the outer lips of her vagina and growled like an animal in heat. Ana moaned as Floyd did it again.
Suddenly, Ana’s eyes opened up as Floyd put his cold nose into her hot box.
In shock, she looked down between her legs and screamed, “Floyd! You get the hell out of my bed you dumb frickin’ mutt!!”
With his tail between his legs, Floyd jumped off the bed and ran for his doggy door. I guess dogs aren’t always man’s, or woman’s, best friend.
The Homecoming (Peter and Susan Part 3)
Peter and Susan finished their dinner date. The movie was a little dull but Tom Hanks can’t always make a perfect movie. The restroom was a moving experience for Peter, but they’d still had agreed not to have sex. Oral sex didn’t count according to Susan.
As they pulled up to her apartment, nervousness and hope swelled in Peter’s heart, as did the erection in his pants.
“Now we agreed to become better friends and not let sex rule our relationship.” Susan said.
“I know,” Peter grumbled. “But it would be nice to get a kiss goodnight.”
The car motor was rumbling as she leaned over and softly kissed his lips. The sweetness of her kiss was like tasting the finest wine. The softness of her lips moistened his thirsty mouth. He was absurdly aroused and dumbfounded by what he should do. Even though his mind knew Susan’s rules, his dick had it’s own thoughts about the matter.
As they kissed in the car, he started feeling like a schoolboy on a date with a cheerleader. She was on a pedestal, a woman that all men desired, although few were graced with her presence. Their kiss became a little more passionate and he reached his hand up to touch her breast through the fabric. Her moans were subdued, but it was apparent that she didn’t mind his touch. Her tongue licked along the line of his lips, and then she slid it into his mouth. The sweet taste of her was like a strawberry, succulent and always pleasing.
Susan was warming and wetting to his caress. She leaned forward and took his face in her hand, longingly pulling him to her. As she leaned, her breast pushed more fully into his hand. Susan turned her head, resting it on Peter’s shoulder, and he kissed her neck. Her hand found it’s way to his crotch and slid up and down along the front of it. She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside, grasping his cock. She kissed him again, opening her mouth, as she felt him throb in her hand. Peter was growing extremely aroused and wanted to disregard the rules. He wanted her badly.
“We can’t Peter. We just can’t,” Susan said sadly.
“If we are going to become more than lovers we can’t base everything on sex.” She hung her head and continued, “I want you so much but we better not.”
Peter mumbled under his breath, disappointed but understandingly. As they straightened themselves in the car, Peter noticed she hadn’t let go of him yet and his penis still throbbed in her hand. “Oh sorry,” she said, releasing him and zipping his tight pants back up carefully.
“Can I at least walk you to the door?”
“Of course,” she said.
As he opened the door for her, he held his jacket in front of himself so his erection wasn’t so apparent. The moonlight and street lamps dimly lit the street and the stars filled the sky. The smell in the air was crisp and fresh and clean. His mind was on the smell of her perfumed body, and his eyes studied her body through her clothes. She walked slowly with him, holding his waist and resting her head on his shoulder again. At the door she rustled through her purse for her keys and fumbled about until they fell to the ground. Susan bent over, picking them up, and her ass pressed against his hard dick. The flinch and deep sigh from Peter showed her how badly he desired her.
As she stood up and faced the door Peter stood behind her and took her shaking hand in his. He kissed the back of her neck, causing her to shiver, and guided the key to the lock while pressing his erection against her firmly. It was a perfect fit along the crease of her ass. Peter reached his hand around and pressed against her abdomen and then moved it down between her legs. Susan moaned and reached her hand up and around his neck as he rubbed between her legs vigorously.
They stood there in her doorway. She was being felt up by a man that made her feel so free and uninhibited that the difference between right and wrong didn’t matter anymore. This was pure unbridled lust.
She managed to open the door and Peter followed close behind. She tossed her purse and keys onto the floor and turned around. She kissed Peter again, delving her tongue into his mouth, and grabbed his hands as he dropped his jacket. She licked down his chin to his Adam’s apple. She took his hands and placed them on her shoulders. Frantically, she pulled his shirt open and pulled his undershirt up. Then she seductively undid the buttons on her blouse. The fabric of the bra was smooth against Peter’s chest and abdomen as she slowly edged her underwear down her legs and slipped them off. She rose up and put the panties in his smiling mouth. Then she lowered herself back down, spreading her legs as she squatted.
The taste and fragrance in his mouth were a temptation and her soft skin caressing his body made him thirst for her. She released the front clasp of her bra and dragged her nipples against his abdomen and down the front of his pants. With her fingers she unhooked and unzipped his pants and they fell to his ankles. She playfully licked him through the fabric of his underwear. Peter kept his hands on her shoulders, knowing it was what she wanted. Susan molded her breasts around his extremely aroused cock and moved up and down kissing his flexing stomach. Peter felt her wetness as she rubbed her pussy up and down against his leg.
Susan suddenly stood up and walked into the dining room. She leaned against the table with her head hung low.
“I can’t Peter. Is this all we are? Just sex partners?” Susan asked, desperate for an answer.
Peter waddled over to her, pants at his ankles. “I don’t know what we are. All I know is there is something very strong between us. And we can either let it flow, or let our damned pride and thoughts about what we should do get in the way of what we feel.”
Peter held her tight against his chest, not wanting to let her go. “All I know is I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman and that scares me. I think about you all the time and just the thought of you gets me hard.” Susan looked down and saw his point.
“Well show me then,” she whispered as he stepped back. She leaned back and pulled her skirt up showing him what she wanted.
Peter adjusted the front of his underwear and pulled off his shoes and pants from his legs. The fragrance from her pussy was that of an inferno of built-up passions. He kneeled in front of the table and looked into her pink, wet flesh and got even harder. His mouth melted as he kissed her lower lips. Susan sat up, wanting to see him eat her out. She saw his tongue lick up the flowing juices. As he inserted a finger to feel her around him, her eyes closed. She moaned as his finger glided in and out and his tongue flicked her swollen clit. Her arms were weakening but she still wanted to see it. She threw her head back and groaned, then smiled and giggled when he teased the opening with little kisses. Peter looked up to see her face glowing but she grabbed his head forcing it back down.