The Importance of a Nutritious Lunch

Frank, fluent in the language of love, knew exactly what her cry meant: "suck my clit up into your mouth!" Or, well, even if that's NOT what Latina's cries meant, that was how Frank interpreted her cries, because before Latina had even completed her second "Unnnhhh!" her clit was already sucked up past Frank's lips, fully into his mouth, where his tongue could REALLY start to work her over. "Ufff! Ufff!" came Latina's panting, breathless cries now. Once more, Frank knew exactly how to interpret "Ufff!" which means "nibble on her." Which is just what Frank did, gently sinking his teeth up against the delicate flesh of her hard, excited clitoris, not pausing once in his licking, as he earnestly began to nibble on Latina's warm clit. As her hips swayed from side to side, and as she continued to arch and thrust her naked pussy higher and higher off of their bed, Frank slid his finger back into her pussy, feeling the floodgates opening there, and waiting for her clit to get the message, which her vaginal walls had already received: release lots of moisture, NOW!

"UUUUUUUHHHHHHH!" Latina cried in her sexiest soprano voice, the prized delicacy of her clit's sweet nectar finally oozing out past her clit and onto Frank's hungry tongue. "UUUUUUUHHHHHHH! Huffa-huff-huff! Mmm! Mmmmmm!" Then, with the floodgates still open, and Frank still licking, a second burst of her clit's passion coated his lips and tongue, to the melodic accompaniment of her scream of "MMMMMMM! Ohhhhhhhhh!" and a still-breathless "Huffa-huff-huff!" Then finally "Mmmm, she WANTS you!"

Happy to oblige, Frank gave her one final lick, sucking-up another torrent of her love juices. Then he pulled the pillow out from under Latina's sweet, gorgeous ass, and he lined up his cock with her opening, teasing her by rubbing his rock- hard 8 inches up and down along the outside of her wide-open slit.

"Mmmm, baby, I NNNEEEDD you!"

Frank let his cock ever-so-slowly begin to stuff her tight pussy. But Latina had a different plan, squeezing and flexing her tight pussy muscles, her slippery walls and undulating pussy muscles forcing his throbbing manhood to slide down into her, much more rapidly than Frank had planned. As Frank began thrusting hard and fast in and out of Latina, she used her wetness, and her muscle control, to regulate the pace at which Frank slammed into her and retreated, slammed and retreated. Their energetic pace, as they banged their crotches and bellies against each other, soon had them both panting uncontrollably. Between their growing excitement, and the heat of the noon-day sun, Latina and Frank both soon had rivers of sweat dripping off of their foreheads, and onto the bed's fitted sheets. Their sweat, and their sexual fluids, were soaking the sheets, and causing their hot flesh to stick to the bed. But they were having FAR too much fun, to let a little breathlessness, and a lot of sticky sweatiness, stop them now.

With all the attention that Frank's lips, tongue, and teeth had generously showered upon Latina's clit, without her even having to repay him in kind (although just now, she wouldn't have minded AT ALL, sucking and swallowing his sweet, creamy spunk from his long, thick, hard, throbbing cock), it was not surprising that Latina came first. "Uhhhhhhh! Oh, honey! Oh, honey. Oh, HHHHUNNN- NNNEEE! Mmmmm! Unnnggghhh! Hhhh! Hhhh! Oh, yeah! YYYYEAH! Mmmm, YYYYEEEESSSSS!" Latina was SO glad now, that Bobby was still in school. There was NO WAY she could have kept anywhere near as quiet now, as they usually had to be, when making love while their son was in the house.

Latina could feel her orgasm building. Almost there. Almost. Building and building. The excitement and passion creeping up out of her depths, ever closer to the edge, closer, not quite there yet, so close, no way to stop it now. "C'mon, Frank," she thought, "Come WITH me! We've gotta come TOGETHER!"

Frank was pounding her at such rapid pace, that her pussy muscles couldn't slow him down now, no matter how tightly she squeezed down on his invading love missile. "Uuuuuhhhh!" he grunted in his deeply-masculine baritone voice. "O-o- ohhhh! I'm going to COME! Huff-huff-huff--gonna--hhhh! hhhh!-- COME!"

"Yes, honey! Oh, YES! Come inside me! Deep inside me! DDDDEEEEPPP inside me! CCCUUUMMM, Frank!"

As hard and swiftly as he had been pounding in and out of her, Frank somehow made it seem still FASTER now. Thrust, retreat, thrust, retreat. Powerfully, relentlessly. Thrust, retreat! Thrust, retreat!

"UUUUNNNNGGGHHH!"

"UUUUUHHHH!" Frank could no more control his volume of passionate noise now, than Latina could.

"Mmmmmm!"

"Oh! Oh! OHHHHH!"

"Hhhh! Hhhh!"

"Huffa-huffa-huff!"

I'm gonna-gonna-gonna--CCCCCUUUUMMMM!" they both shrieked. Then Latina and Frank both laughed, at the coincidence of screaming the same words at the same time, their laugh dissolving into a moan as they continued to slam hard against each other, through mutual orgasms.

Wrapping their arms and legs around each other, their liquid lust streaming out of their his-and-hers orifices, they kissed fiercely and passionately, rivers of sweat flowing off of their foreheads and onto their pillows.

"Mmmmm!" Latina swooned. "She'll be thinking about you, remembering you, all the rest of the day now." As usual, Frank had taken his time with her, letting her feel not only their lust, but also their deep, passionate love, caring, and commitment, all of those feelings came through loudly and clearly, with each downward thrust. And she had returned just as much loving feeling, with each contraction of her pussy muscles, tightly, against his thick, rigid shaft. She had wanted just raw sex, but they had actually made love, and she knew that lovemaking felt about a zillion times better than just fucking. Frank had been SO right, to SO patiently bring her to maximum pleasure, when all she had wanted to do was to fuck like crazed little bunny rabbits! She no longer felt frustrated at having to cancel last Friday's seduction plans; she felt only contentment now, for finally having snatched her Monday victory out of the jaws of her previous Friday-night defeat.

Frank looked down at the mysterious smile on Latina's face now, a smile that somehow reminded him of the Mona Lisa. Maybe that similarity was no surprise, as Frank remembered reading somewhere, that Leonardo DaVinci had painted that famous smile, from his fond memory of the expression on the subject's face, just at the very moment when DaVinci's ministrations had brought her crashing into a quaking, mind-shattering orgasm. If this legend was true, Frank thought, perhaps Mona Lisa's orgasmically-inspired smile of pleasure, so similar to the smile that Latina was now beaming up toward him, is what gave DaVinci's painting such enduring and universal appeal.

Frank turned his head, and he glanced at the clock: 2 PM. They had been making love for an hour and a half! A quick shower, sensuously soaping each other up, Latina playfully washing her sticky pussy-cream off of Frank's cock, him inserting a soapy finger into the gooey mess he had just deposited into her freshly-fucked pussy. The air ripe with the scent of new, raw sex. Frank blow- dried his hair, so as to give his coworkers no hint of his just-completed activity, and he carefully put on all the same clothing. Then he turned the blow- dryer onto her, the warm air blasting away the last water beads of the shower, from on and under Latina's big, firm breasts, and from the creases where her ass cheeks met the backs of her legs. They kissed fondly, gently, tenderly, lovingly, for one last time, more calmly and soulfully, less lustfully now, than their earlier kisses.

Then Frank drove back to his office, hoping that his shower had erased the tell- tale scent of pussy well enough, so that his co-workers wouldn't guess that good nutrition hadn't been his only reason for an at-home lunch today. Latina hurriedly made-up their bed again, so that their son Bobby wouldn't find it in disarray, when he returned from school. Was it just her imagination, her lingering memory, or did the whole house just faintly smell of newly-fucked pussy now?

Just to be sure that Bobby wouldn't smell the thick scent of her and Frank's passions when he returned from school, Latina opened all of the windows in their house, turned on all of their fans, and sprayed air-freshener. Finally satisfying her paranoia, Latina then sat at her desk, not ten feet from the bed where she had just been so completely and thoroughly fucked. Seated at her desk, she studied for the quiz, which Latina knew she had to pass in tomorrow's computer class. For the rest of that afternoon, Latina's mind fought a losing battle, to focus more on the words on the page in front of her, than on the fresh memory that her sore but highly-satisfied pussy insisted on replaying over and over again. For Frank's part, he had a difficult time keeping his fingers moving across the keyboard of his office computer that afternoon, as he kept raising his fingers to his nose, to sniff the lingering scent of the fresh, tangy pussy-juice that his fingers had so recently coaxed out of his wife. Frank had to laugh when a co-worker entered his cubicle, and smelling Latina's lingering sex-scent, naively asked Frank whether he had eaten fish for lunch. "Fish is very healthy for you, you know."

"Yes," Frank beamed, remembering the taste of his wife's fleshy folds on his tongue, "I ate a VERY healthy, nutritious lunch!"

Repeatedly reminiscing about their long lunch break, Latina and Frank both thought to themselves now, "You can never over-estimate the importance of a delicious, nutritious lunch!"