Gesso Pt. 01

"Get that thing inside me, goddam it!" I finally gasp out semi-coherently, and Taylor obeys instantly, smiling. His fingers never detach from my nipples as he stands up beside the bed, leans forward and expertly directs that instrument - tongue, aircraft carrier, whatever you call it, into my well-prepared opening. I unavoidably release a pent-up "umf!" as he slides in, which rapidly turns into another "ahhhhh!"

His stroke is long, smooth, and deliberate, not too fast, but deep. I feel the tip of his glans bottom out against my cervix with each penetration. Some women have told me how painful it is when their cervix is impacted while fucking, but that's not my experience at all. It's an electric jolt that goes straight to my forehead, rolls my eyes back and sends me into the stratosphere. The orgasms come rolling in, breaking rhythmically over my consciousness.

"Stop, stop!" I finally rasp out. "Let me breathe."

Taylor stops thrusting, and leans motionless with his cock still inside me at full depth. Now, instead of impacting my cervix, he's resting against it. After a few deep breaths, I can take charge again.

"You lie down," I order. "I want to be on top."

Wordlessly, my man pulls out and flops lengthwise onto the bed. I roll over and clamber atop him, my hands on his chest, and lower myself easily over his saturated cock. From this angle I get a better view of the porn show on the computer screen, and notice that the picnic is proceeding very happily. I look down at Taylor, and our broad smiles match. He's in a quandary, he can't look at the video without turning his head away from me, but I'm the better view at the moment. I start moving on him slowly, deliberately. I move up a little, then lower myself down gently. I tighten my kegel muscles on the way up, and release him on the way down. He gasps. I have strong kegel muscles, the result of much very enjoyable practice. I wiggle side to side, then front to back. The sensations are exquisite, but I can see it's driving Taylor even wilder. I laugh again as I pick up the pace, and soon my up and down bounces onto his crotch are fully instinctive, fully engaging, and fully spellbinding. I lose all rational sense, aware only of the magnificent orgasm, larger than any of the others so far, that's building up within me. It detonates, and I collapse forward onto Taylor's chest.

Now he is gasping as well, and as I recover I can tell he won't last much longer. Maybe I can milk a little more out of his cock before I actually milk it dry. I sit back up and pivot around his shaft until I'm facing his feet. I lean back, and without any prompting from me, he reaches his hands up to cup my breasts and gently squeeze my nipples. It's heavenly. I begin moving again, up and down, back and forth, just a couple of inches per stroke. The sensation is not as intense as when I'm facing him, almost delightfully relaxing, but it gives me a better feeling of control. I can feel his response, the subtle inflation and relaxation of both his shaft and glans, the pulsing of the arteries, and his muscular contractions. My kegels grip, release, caress, and squeeze him at will.

He's good for a few more minutes, and then I feel the tension building, a tightening in his shaft within me, a stiffening of his pelvic movements. I dismount quickly, shift my position backwards so that my pussy is hovering just over his chin. My hands grab his balls and the base of his shaft, and my mouth envelops the bulbous head and flight deck below. Taylor instinctively grabs my ass and pulls my pussy down to his mouth, which I expected and hoped for. At the same time, I feel the vibrations coming from the vas deferens right at the base of the scrotum. I know the sperm is on its way. I form a pocket with my mouth over the head of his cock, and at the moment I feel the touch of his tongue on my clit, his hot spew rampages into my mouth, I count six big spasms, each adding a little less of the thick musky fluid than the first. It takes two good swallows to get it all down. One of Taylor's most attractive qualities, to me at least, is the prodigious amount of semen he produces. When he fills me up, I'm really filled.

I flip to face him, and stare into those eyes. They are shining. I lay atop his chest, and nestle in. He sighs happily. "I love you, Tethys. You are such an amazing woman in so many ways, and such a beautiful lover."

The afterglow is relaxing for both of us, and soon I hear Taylor's breathing slow. Those eyes are no longer shining. They are closed, and sleeping peacefully. I feel warm and calm, for the moment fulfilled. I'm a lucky girl.

I know Taylor loves me, not just because he says so. Everything about him telegraphs it. He treats me like a queen, he confides in me, he laughs with me, he craves my company, he is supremely happy when we fuck. Most of all, he accepts me as I am. He never has tried to change me, or to tame me. He knows I'm not monogamous, it's not something I'm capable of. He would still marry me if he could. He would remain faithful, even while I'd be openly seeing other men. More than anything else, this troubles me. I love Taylor too, and it would horrify me to think I was breaking his heart. I wish he would date other women. I've encouraged him to. He doesn't seem opposed to the concept, yet when it comes to acting on opportunities, he just doesn't seem motivated.

I want Taylor to be happy. Deep inside, I suspect he needs a woman who will be unquestioningly, exclusively loyal, faithful, and passionate for him alone. If he ever finds that woman, I will willingly and cheerfully step aside, tearful at my own loss, but grateful for his treasure. I would hope she allows me to be part of their lives, as a friend, and I would be a fiercely loyal and faithful friend. Taylor deserves no less. But I don't see it happening in the near future, and until it does, I hope I can keep Taylor as satisfied as he makes me.

I awaken, suddenly aware of my tight grip on Taylor's cock, which is as big and hard as it ever gets. I flatter myself for a moment that it's a result of my attention, and of a desire for me, but my own bladder tightness tells me that it's just a stiff morning wood, and he really needs to pee. He wakes up at the same time, and comes to the same conclusion.

There are two bathrooms in the house, but of course we both race for the same one. I get there first, and as his reward for waiting patiently while I pee, I stand him in front of me and give his cock a thorough licking. It drives him crazy. I give myself a quick wipe, and open up the space for him. There's no way he can aim in that condition, he's going to have to pee sitting down just like I do.

My belly is as empty as my bladder has become, and I want breakfast. I know my way around Taylor's kitchen, and I'm not shy about getting what I need. An omelet, or something vaguely resembling one, would be great right now, and I can assume without asking that Taylor will want one too. I grab six eggs out of the fridge, and break them into a bowl. I pour in a bit of milk, and start whipping. I've got butter melting in a pan. Add a bit of black pepper, turn the stove heat up a little, and pour the mixture in.

Taylor comes wandering into the kitchen. "Go back to bed! This is my project!"

"Hey, it's my kitchen," Taylor protests.

"Not this morning it's not. Now be a good boy and do what you're told. You can still be a bad boy later."

Taylor disappears cooperatively. The eggs are half done. I start sprinkling in cubed cheese and cubed ham, then begin folding it over. The smell is wonderful.

It's done. I pull out a big platter, and two forks. No need for separate plates here. I add a couple of bananas and glasses of juice. The challenge is to carry the whole thing into the bedroom in one trip. I never worked as a waitress, and juggling multiple items is going to be awkward. I decide to make two trips. First I take the juice into the room, and set both glasses onto the small dresser beside the bed. Taylor looks up, flashes those eyes, and smiles. I run back to the kitchen, grab the platter and the forks, with a couple of napkins, and return.

Taylor looks great laying naked on top of the bed with his re-swollen cock bouncing just above his belly. I set the plate on that belly, and we snuggle as we dig in.

"Oh, wait!" I remember. "There's another video I want to watch."

I activate the computer, scroll through the directory from my USB drive, find the video. It comes up quickly, and I lay back next to Taylor.

"I think you put this one on for your own benefit," he chuckles as it gets going.

"We can always turn it off and discuss politics," I laugh.

"Uh, let's not," he concedes.

The video features a very muscular bodybuilder type at a gym, training a willing and nubile young client. He's wearing a wife-beater and gym shorts, while she's dressed in skin-tight stretch pants and a sports bra. The training session doesn't last long, predictably, but the sweat accumulates rapidly. After guiding her in a few movements, the guiding touch becomes a caressing touch, the facial expressions become more passionate, and the lady smiles as she pulls the bodybuilder's shorts down, freeing his very massive member. It's not fair, I think, that someone can possess both a perfect physique and a big, charismatic cock. I glance at Taylor. He has nothing to be ashamed of, I actually like his cock better. He doesn't seem insecure either, and he smiles back at me with a very confident look.

The video continues, and so does our breakfast. By the time we're done eating, the couple is naked and in full fuck mode, the woman getting pounded doggy style on the bench. I find it altogether inspiring. I lean over and give Taylor long kiss on the mouth, we use our tongues to swap little bits of egg and cheese.

"You gonna give me a morning workout, boy?" I ask huskily.

"Mmm, hmm!" he answers with enthusiasm, and before he can adjust his position I've flipped around and swept my leg over his face, laying atop him facing that fabulous cock, in a position that allows me to see the video and suck him at the same time. My clit is dangling just over his lips. He takes it expertly, and the ecstatic shock of it almost makes me bite the shaft of his cock.

Almost. I quickly recover, and start playing with techniques of getting it deeper, a skill which I need a lot more practice at. I don't get very far. Within a minute or two, Taylor has decided to take charge, and he suddenly rolls me over onto my back and looms over me. Now he's the one who can watch the video and have his way with me at the same time. He grabs my legs at the ankles, and lifts them up over his shoulders, pushing forward directly above me.

This is exactly where I want him to be. I look up at him, and my pussy is thrusting skyward. Those eyes, those eyes are positively blazing as he pumps that cock downward deep into me. Deep is good.

"Oh, cum on, mother fucker! Slam that cock into my cunt! Make it deep! Fuck! Get it, you fucking stud! Ahhh, yes! Hit me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

I'm making more noise than the couple on the porn video. A few minutes later, they're done, the video is off, and Taylor is still stroking deep, and fast and hard. It's driving me crazy. There's no controlling my kegels now, no manipulation, I'm not in charge this time. I can only lie there and take it, and the pace is Taylor's to control. He's masterful. I lose track of my orgasms, I lose track of everything. When I can open my eyes and see anything at all, it's Taylor's glowing face and shining body, rocking me up and down like an erotic storm at sea.

His grin turns into a grimace, and his gasping turns to grunting. He's close. I'm beyond close, and way over.

"Keep going, big man! You can do it! Blow that cock into me, drown my cunt with your flood of cum! Fill me up, baby, blast that cum right up into my cervix!"

It's almost a scream escaping from the back of his throat as he begins another massive spew. He's obviously recovered from last night. He's flushing out my insides, and making his deposit as deep as I'd hoped. He comes to a slow stop, and rests inside me.

"Don't move, sweetie! Let it soak in. I want to hold it all inside me. Keep my pussy pointed up."

He slowly pulls out, his cock slathered with white creamy residue. I draw my knees up, keeping my pelvis as high as possible, while he scoots over towards my face, and offers his flagging, dripping cock to my mouth. Of course I'm going to clean him up. He is delicious!

Taylor returns to bed, relaxed but energized, when I finally regain control of my vaginal muscles, and can push myself up and stand. I give him another long kiss.

"You are so fucking wonderful!" I say.

"Back atcha!" he responds with a smile. "Have I mentioned that I love you, Tethys? I feel lucky to know you."

"I'm the lucky one. I'm a very lucky girl."

"Yes, I know you are," he sighs. "Are we still on for tomorrow?"

"Most definitely!" I answer. "I wouldn't miss it. You know I love your family."

I head quickly to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I can feel the volume of semen inside me, it wants to drip out. My challenge will be to hold it in as long as possible.

Taylor is still naked when I slip my romper back on, wiggle into my sandals, and kiss him goodbye.

"I'll meet you at the park tomorrow," I remind him as I walk out the door. "I love you!"