Latina's Second Anniversary

As more and more of the edges of her pussy lips had become exposed, Frank had started kissing and licking her pussy, swirling his tongue all the way around her outer lips, before moving steadily further inward, to follow the path of her rapidly-disappearing satin panties. When his tongue had pressed her panties as deeply up into her pussy as they could go, and the narrow white ruffled lace G- string backing of her panties had disappeared all the way up into her ass, Frank's tongue and teeth had pushed the small purple patch of her satin panties out of his way, and he had sucked her entire hard, horny clit all the way up into his mouth. He had then gently clenched his teeth down on her throbbing clit. After holding her clit in his teeth for several seconds, Frank had let it go, so he could lick her inner walls. Then he had let his tongue move upward to slowly, ever-so-tantalizingly slowly, lick up and down her frantic little clit, as she bucked her hips up high off the mattress and pushed her way deeper onto his face. Her swaying, bucking hips and high-pitched moans had only encouraged his tongue that much more, and Frank had gradually picked up the pace all along the long arc of his exquisite licks. She had really wanted to let her come coat his cock now, not his tongue, and she had moaned, "she REALLLY wants you!"

Frank had just ignored her, and he had greedily continued his ravenous licking, his tongue desperately craving the sweet taste of her fresh juice flowing straight from her clit to his taste buds. When she had finally come, thrashing and moaning beneath him on their bed, he had licked and sucked-up every drop, letting out a loud "Mmmm" at finally having the satisfaction of her sweet taste completely filling his mouth. When his tongue had caught every drop of her heavenly nectar, Frank had not given Latina even one second to catch her breath, before plunging his 8-inch long, 2-inch thick sword of flesh, all the way into her tight, slicked-up, post-orgasmic pussy.

As usual, Frank's pace had been exquisitely slow at first. After that first deep plunge, he had ever-so-slowly retreated. Then he had fed his thick, quivering shaft back into her slit, a torturously-slow millimeter at a time, pausing when he was all the way back in, to push just that little extra bit, so he could crush his swollen balls against her outer lips. With each thrust, his thick, stiff shaft had pressed and pulsed against her tight inner walls. All the while, her own natural juices had flowed ever more thickly and rapidly with her growing excitement, easing the way for his long, thick shaft's slow descent toward her cervix. On about his fifth slow, deep thrust into her, he had begun to pick up the pace, sliding rapidly and forcefully in and out of her. She had locked her legs around his back, and her arms around his neck, and she had pulled him in deeper with each rapid inward thrust. The friction of him sliding in and out, in and out, in and out, plunging so deeply, and thrusting so rapidly, plunging and thrusting, thrusting and plunging, had quickly sent her over the top, and whispering his name into his ear, as loudly as she could without waking their son, she had come oh-so-forcefully and mightily, onto Frank's loving rod.

Frank had then pulled back out very quickly, and he had felt the cool night air, and her flowing moisture against the entire length of his shaft. He had then quickly thrust back in all the way again, and before he was even in all the way, his balls had begun to erupt their stored-up love juices, up the inside of his cock, and splattering out all along her inner walls.

As his thick, sticky, milky come had exploded out of his cock, Frank had continued his final rapid thrust, as deeply into her pussy as he could go, so that his hot, liquid lust would plant itself many fathoms down, deep within her soft, mysterious, feminine folds. Meanwhile, Latina had continued to come very hard, all over the length of her husband's magnificent, thick shaft, whose forceful invasion of her deepest and most private recesses she had warmly, yes even eagerly, welcomed.

When it was all over, they had both smiled their warmest, most contented smiles, hugged, kissed passionately on the lips, and in unison, they had wished each other a happy anniversary.

Finally, Latina snapped out of her daydreams about last night, long enough to pull her white Tijuana T-shirt over her black lace camisole. She, Frank, and their son Bobby had all bought identical T-shirts on their trip to Mexico earlier in the year, and she knew that Frank liked it when they all wore their matching shirts. She knew that he would change into his matching shirt before their walk, and that he would let her watch as he changed, so she could catch a brief glimpse of his bare, hairy, muscular chest, a view that he knew she so enjoyed.

Latina completed her walking outfit by pulling up and zipping closed, her short denim miniskirt, which was slit way up the left thigh, so it looked as if Frank could just slip a hand straight in sideways, to rub and press his long, thin fingers against her beautiful, glistening pussy, to gently coax open the myriad folds of her inviting femininity. But actually there was a very short pair of denim shorts underneath, attached as part of her skirt. Latina knew that Frank REALLY liked this teasing skirt, and that for the entire hour of their walk, he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of either the skirt or her smooth, dark legs, which this extremely-short denim skirt showed off so nicely. She also knew that after the walk, Frank would enjoy the surprise of watching her undress, revealing the unexpected, lacy-black camisole under her T-shirt and miniskirt.

That night in bed, Latina summoned up the courage to ask Frank, "Honey, after I suck you to orgasm, do you find yourself getting all, ummm, EXCITED, at work the next day, thinking back to what we did?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"Do you kind of tingle inside, and does he get all, uhh, ummm, BIG and HARD again, just thinking about the previous night, about me, about my lips and tongue on him?"

"Yes."

"Do you go through the whole day, feeling like you just want to have one orgasm after another, and then feel frustrated that you can't because you're in a public place?"

"Yes," Frank croaked hoarsely, her sexy questions already starting to arouse him again.

"What do you do about it?"

"Well, I just don't leave my cubicle, until he gets back down to size again. I find myself having to go to the bathroom a lot, too, after he gets excited and then calms down. The last time you sucked me off, the next day I must have gotten hard about half a dozen times, and after each time, I had to piss like a race horse. I just couldn't get the picture out of my mind, you and me both completely naked on our bed, me face-up flat on my back, you leaning down over my cock, while I admired the long, soft, smooth expanse of bare skin down your back, and I fondled your ass cheeks with my left hand, and I held your head while stroking your dark, shoulder-length hair with my right hand. I remembered bending my left knee up, so I could thrust my hips rapidly up and down against your face, as you bobbed your head down into my crotch and sucked more and more of my hardness up into your mouth. All that day, I couldn't stop thinking about your tongue licking up and down my shaft, and swirling all over my cock, even when it was thrust completely up into your mouth. I remember telling you I was right on the edge, and you responding by licking and sucking me with an even-more-furious passion, then me warning you a split second before I erupted, and you pulling back off of me very rapidly, and you smiling happily as you watched me spew a big mess of creamy white goo all over my stomach, from all of your greedy sucking. That image just wouldn't leave me all day. So yes, you do affect me, very STRONGLY, all day, any day after you suck my cock. Why are you asking me all of this?"

Latina smiled at her mental image of her Frank, desperately trying to conceal his constant hard-on, beneath his computer keyboard, at work all day.

"Well, I ask because SHE has had a warm, tingling feeling inside of her all day, feeling like she wanted to come, like she just wanted to keep coming forcefully, over and over again, just remembering what your tongue and teeth did to my hot, horny little clit, and what your big, stiff cock did to my tight, hungry pussy, last night. Of COURSE she gets all hot, wet, and dripping, remembering what your tongue did to her, anticipating the next time that you lick, suck, nibble, and fuck her so passionately. But the feeling is much more than just that over- powering lust. It's a feeling not only in my pussy, but a warm, contented feeling deep in my soul, a feeling that your unconditional love for me, and mine for you, has made me safer and more comfortable than I've ever felt before in my life. The feeling that we don't have to WORK at having a wonderful relationship, it just comes easily and naturally for us, me wanting to please you as much as you please me, and neither of us having to try very hard to keep that terrific feeling of being newlyweds, forever. Our relationship growing and developing, as we learn from each other, and from the events in our shared life together. The feeling that our two souls have now become one, inseparably-joined soul."

"I just don't know how to describe to you, the feeling I've had all day," Latina continued. "It didn't start slowly in one place, and then spread to other spots and build in intensity, the way an orgasm does. It just hit me intensely, repeatedly, incessantly, everywhere at once, all over the inside of my pussy, all along my inner walls, my G-spot, my clit, and my pussy lips, and stayed with me, at full intensity, all day. I suddenly became, and remained, intensely aware of all the thick, creamy, gooey white spunk that you left coating all along the depths of my inner walls, that I can STILL feel inside of me, even now. And I became SSS-O-O-O focused on my arousal, that I completely blocked out the fact that all your licking, sucking, nibbling, and banging has left my pussy STILL very sore. I repeatedly got an overwhelming desire to rub my finger deep inside of me, and to press hard on my G-spot. All day long, I've so desperately wanted something, anything, to rub REALLY HARD against my clit! All day long, I felt my juices welling up, way down deep inside of me, and I felt like I wanted to come all over the place, and I wanted to just keep coming over and over in one total, body-thrashing orgasm after another, non-stop, all day long. But somehow I couldn't, I just couldn't betray your love and trust by pleasing myself, without you here to watch and participate. Maybe I couldn't because deep down, I simply didn't, and don't ever, want to risk letting any of your sweet come seep out of me, along with my own juices; I just want to keep that feeling of being completely filled-up with your love and your passion, for as long as I can."

"All day long," Latina told Frank, "I have had to fight the urge to thoroughly soak my panties with release of my desires for you. The warm, tingling, throbbing feeling, all over my inner-most regions, lasted for HOURS--in fact, I'm STILL feeling it, RIGHT NOW! I get this way all day, the next day, every time we make love. But this feeling is at its most intense any day after you've licked, sucked, and nibbled on my hot, hard, excited, horny little clit, like you did last night. I have been SSSOOO -- HORRRNY, all day long, just thinking about last night, and I could hardly STAND it! I think I know now, just how a drug junkie must feel: that deep, soul-satisfied fulfillment of having achieved unbelievable ecstasy, mixed with an overpowering craving for the next time I can feel THAT GOOD again! It's all YOUR fault! YOUR tongue and YOUR cock did all of this to me!" Latina concluded in mock irritation.

"Do you want me to lick you again?" Frank asked sweetly, with almost a child-like innocence.

"No, that takes too long," Latina stated calmly, matter-of-factly. "I just want him in me."

Frank now plunged his middle finger into Latina's warm, moist pussy, while rubbing his thumb against her clit. As his finger slowly retreated from her inner walls, he could feel her moisture pulling out along with his finger, coating his finger. Now Frank let his slicked-up finger gently rub her own dewy passion against her clit, before plunging his finger all the way back into her again. When he felt even her deepest recesses getting wet, and her clit growing long, strong and hard, Frank knew that Latina was ready for his big, hard, throbbing cock to plunge all the way into her, even before she softly cooed "she wants him."

Frank climbed atop Latina now, and he slowly slid his long, thick horniness into her. When he was all the way in, he wrapped both arms lovingly around her back. Then he surprised her by using his powerful arms around her, to roll himself over onto his back, placing her on top of him, his one-eyed trouser snake pointing straight up inside of her. Latina knew Frank well enough, after two years, to know EXACTLY what he wanted her to do now. She straddled one leg on each side of his hips, her legs bent behind her (at her knees), her calves and feet stretched out under her, parallel to Frank's legs. She slowly slid her hungry, dripping pussy up and down over his rigid cock. She tilted her head back, in a way that made a phrase from some medieval tale that she had read long ago, pop into her mind now: "saucy wench." Latina began eagerly sliding up and down on Frank's 8- inch cock, while fondling her own breasts. Soon, his hands joined hers on her 38- C breasts, and trusting that he had her soft breasts and hard nipples well in HAND, she pressed both of her palms down onto his chest, partly to stabilize herself, and partly to massage his chest, and to squeeze and pinch his own hard little nipples. As she continued to ride lustfully up and down on his long, thick, pulsating pole, he removed his left hand from her breasts, to finger her clit, while alternating his massage from one breast to the other, with his right hand.

As Frank rubbed and pinched Latina's eager clit, he could feel her clit growing longer, harder, and more excited, like a miniature cock. His fingers felt her pussy lips stretching out, each time she plunged down onto his firm, excited cock. As he sat up and watched Latina ride him, Frank loved the view, looking up at her naked body towering over him, her big, round 38-C breasts jutting out into his face, her hard, half-inch-long nipples grazing against his happy tongue. Her head was tilted way back from her long, slender neck, but she still showed him her beaming smile of pleasure above her chin. Her torso was sliding up and down, helped along by his hands on her hips now, and she was exposing part of his shaft on each up-stroke, and letting him see her pussy lips stretched-out below her thick, dark bush, and stuffed all full of hard, throbbing cock, on each down- stroke. The visual and physical stimulation was overloading his brain, not to mention being more than his stiff rod could bear, but he held off his own release until he felt her sweet nectar oozing down out of her pussy, coating his shaft, and dribbling down onto his thighs, and onto his own thick, dark pubic hair. Her orgasm was accompanied by a series of long, loud moans, but somehow she managed to stifle the volume of her moans just enough, so as not to wake their son Bobby in the other bedroom. Feeling Latina's passionate series of orgasms flowing so freely and forcefully onto him, Frank finally gave himself permission to come, and he powerfully erupted all of his warm spunk, straight up his thick shaft, and deep inside of her, as she continued wildly bucking up and down atop him, her tightly-stretched pussy lips swallowing then releasing his hard cock, swallowing then releasing, swallowing then releasing, aided by his hands on her 36-inch hips, pulling her up and thrusting her down, up and down, up and down onto his cock. All through Frank's long, drawn-out, thrusting, squirming, and thrashing orgasm, Latina kept massaging his manly chest with both of her palms, her head still tilted back saucily away from him, as she continued both moaning and coming in unison with Frank.

Breathing heavily and rapidly now, Frank and Latina smiled at each other, him looking up at her towering over his thighs, her looking down at him stretched out flat on his back beneath her, as she sat atop his thighs. Both of them knew that their unconquerable love and insatiable lust had provided enough ammunition for two very pleasurable evenings in a row. She slowly pulled herself up off of him now, releasing his slick, glistening pole with a soft "pop," as she lay her naked body down next to his. Once more, they turned to each other on their bed, and in unison, they declared, "Happy anniversary, honey!" with a hug and a kiss, before they both drifted off to sleep.

Both completely naked, lying on their left sides like two spoons in a kitchen drawer, her in front of him, they slept long and deeply that night. Her back was to Frank, his right arm around Latina's waist and cupping her bare right breast, his left palm massaging her bare back, his still semi-hard and slowly-pulsing cock, coated with a mixture of both their juices, and pressed up against the crack of her naked ass.

His tender lips softly kissed her naked back and shoulders, even in his state of half-sleep. Her arm stretched out behind her, to cup his soft, but firm, right ass cheek in her open palm, while she lazily rubbed her right foot up and down his inner left thigh, through the haze of sleep now starting to cloud her consciousness.

Who could ask for a better way to fall asleep, or to wake up the next morning, than the way Frank and Latina, soulmates forever, always so tuned-in to each other, did on their second night of this passionate second-anniversary celebration?