The Magic Bean

Moving my hands out of his way, I brought them up to play with my jutting nipples. I began to rock back and forth over his features. His tongue played, tentatively at first, among my plump, dewy folds, tasting and delving, as I undulated on top of him. Every time my pelvis swung back, Ethan teased my clit with a passing sweep of his tongue. His hands grasped my flexing ass cheeks, pulling me in closer.

Romantic licking and caressing gave way to something fierce, primal. Ethan no longer played in my folds, but began to devour me like a ravenous dog. Slumping forward, my hands abandoned my breasts to rake back and forth through his hair. Half pinning him in place with those agitated strokes, I began to grind on him. Every backward thrust of my hips revealed his face covered in my essence. There was fire in his eyes; he was getting off on this and that turned me on even more.

Something momentous was building inside me, escalating, spiralling, almost frightening in its magnitude. Hands clasping both sides of Ethan's head, I pulled it forward, deeper between my legs.

A torrent of obscenities, grunts, shrill cries, snarls and flecks of spittle poured from my mouth. As I teetered on the brink, oh so very close to rapture, I managed to hiss, "Suck my clit. Yes, suck it, suck it, suck it!"

He responded with the urgency I craved, until I shattered atop him. Staggering pleasure engulfed me, spasms tore through me, and bright lights exploded in my brain. I clutched at his scalp and my thighs convulsed around him, clamping his head in their grip. Every paroxysm that shivered through my cunt issued a little spate of warm, sticky cream onto his lips and tongue.

At last, with a dreamy languor, I began to descend from the heights. The to and fro of my pubes eased and Ethan's tongue slowed to savour rather than incite. This was as gratifying in its way as the fireworks that preceded it. The inevitable calm following the storm.

I fell onto the bed beside Ethan, reaching out to trace his reddened, bespattered features. His hair was hilariously dishevelled from the involuntary tousling I'd just administered. There was a kind of wonder in his eyes as my fingers skimmed over his eyebrows, down the curve of his cheek and the angle of his jaw. His lips parted slightly as my thumb smoothed along their contours.

When I glanced down, I was reminded that Ethan's erection had rekindled a while back. I was definitely not the kind of girl to waste such favourable circumstances. The instant I enclosed his rampant hard-on in my grip, his eyes squeezed shut and he made a soft sound that was almost a sob. Oh, how that stirred me.

"My beautiful Ethan," I purred. His eyes flickered open and he struggled to focus them, as if returning from some faraway place. "Is there any chance you brought a condom with you?"

"No, I wasn't expe----"

I pressed a finger to his lips. "I wasn't either, and it's been a long-ish while since I've needed one." I thought for a bit while my hand travelled up and down the extent of his cock almost absent-mindedly. He was keenly aware of the motion though, as his eyes hooded, his mouth relaxed and he gently rocked his hips to mimic my rhythm. With his head tipped back, I kissed across his exposed throat, licked up in long strokes to his jaw, then sucked his lobe between my lips. I drank in his gasps and shudders like the sweetest nectar.

"You have no idea how old I am, do you, Ethan?"

He shook his head and his eyes fluttered as my hand continued to provoke him.

"You don't care either, do you?"

Another shake of the head. His furrowed brow and the almost-perfectly formed 'O' of his mouth were a silent plea.

"Well, it has to be at least three or four years since I've had a period, so I'm reasonably certain pregnancy isn't a worry anymore." My hand and his cock continued their slow dance. "And it's been a couple of years since I've had a partner, so you don't have to fret on that account either. I don't suppose you've been romping with any of those show ponies at the gym, have you?"

I couldn't stifle a chuckle when he boyishly wrinkled his nose at the idea.

"You willing to play bareback, sweetie?"

"Yesss. Please." Grrr. I liked the oomph he put into that 'please'.

I raised up so that I was kneeling on one leg with the other raised in a kind of crouch. My sex was brazenly on display. "Open your eyes, baby. I think you'll want to see this." I pressed the tip of his turgid pole to my slit and smarmed it along that sodden crease. His attention was riveted by this lascivious scenario in which he had somehow found himself. The raw hunger evident in his face inspired me to mischief.

"D'ya want to fuck me, Ethan?" The question was voiced as a sultry exhalation.

He could only groan in reply. I suppose the profusely spilling precum was a reply of sorts too. I wanted more. I was still dragging his cockhead through my wet cuntlips.

"Y'have to say it, honey. I want to hear the words." He moaned again, which morphed into a single, drawn out, plaintive sound, "Pleeeaaase."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want."

"I-I-I want my cock inside you. I want to fuck you. I want to explode in your pussy. AnythingEverything. Just tell me what to say and I'll say it. Pleasepleaseplease..." Half petulance, half plea and all stark hunger. God, it was dead sexy to hear my shy farmboy shuck his inhibitions like that.

"Your eyes open, Ethan? You watching me give you what you want?" I squeezed his rigid pole again, then rubbed the streaming glans all over my sex. We both shivered at that. He watched with eyes and mouth agape as I pushed his crown into my opening with agonising patience.

His hyper-stimulated erection and the view of his length slowly vanishing into me had his undivided attention. I couldn't look away either. Several trickles of sexjuice----Mine? His? Both?----flowed down his hard column of flesh. He watched me engulf him. Bit by bit. A centimetre at a time. I can't describe the sound he made when I was all the way in, but it stirred my pussy to spasm around him. That, in turn, drew another ineffable sound from his throat.

Once I was seated with all of him buried inside me, I pulled him to my breast to suckle. My cunt began the tantalisingly gradual climb up again. Halfway to the top, I stopped to clench my pelvic muscles around his hardness, gripping him just for the pleasure of having him groan with his mouth full of my tit. I flexed twice more with predictably delicious results. God bless kegels.

After I'd done the up-and-down tease a dozen times or so, I placed my palm in the centre of his chest and pushed him flat onto the bed. I wanted to watch his face for this last phase of my assault. I smiled down at him. "What did you tell me you wanted, Ethan?" As I asked the question, I squeezed those pelvic muscles around him again. His answer was necessarily breathless: "To fuck you."

"Now's your chance to show me that you mean it."

Without letting him slip completely out of me, I leaned over to one side of the bed to open the drawer on my night table. From within, I withdrew my trustiest battery-operated plaything. Turning it on to medium speed, I brought it to the underside of my breast, leaving my other hand firmly planted on Ethan's broad chest for stability.

The pulsing toy sent luscious shivers through my tit and the rest of my body as well. I raised and lowered my ass to spear myself on Ethan's ramrod. Again and again, with an ever increasing tempo. My tits jiggled every time he drove into me and his gaze was riveted by the motions. His unyielding grip on my hips implied that he knew he'd better hang on for a wild ride.

I only meant to stimulate my nipples with the vibrator, but an orgasm overtook me before I could stave it off. I convulsed over him, eyes rolling up in my head, pussy spasming and flooding his groin with my spill. I was sure he'd lose it then, and he probably would have if not for his recent orgasm. Even so, he was within a hair's breadth.

After a minute or so of recovery, my desire was on the prowl again. I pressed the sextoy to my flushed nips. Ethan was entranced by the sight of their length and hardness in this aroused state. His hands remained on my hips as they rose and fell on him.

I shifted the vibe to my belly, teasing and inciting, and then crept lower still. I felt that familiar tension coiling and uncoiling in my core. Ethan tightened his hold on my hips, his face twisting with the intensity of his pleasure. Sweat streamed from his brow and tears ran down the side of his face.

The pace of our rutting escalated, our buttocks clenching rhythmically. We went at each other with relentless force and animal lust. The fire in my cunt flared as he shoved deeper, harder, faster. The sexsounds were part of the searing impressions too: the frantic buzz of the vibrator's vigorous engine, Ethan's naked cries, the wet slurp of his cock plunging into me, the slap of my thighs against his.

When I saw he was just hanging by a thread, when I sensed the spunk churning in his balls, I cranked up the whirring phallus to its highest setting and pressed it directly against my clit.

Jesusfuck.

I wasn't ready for the sheer force of it. All my senses were overloaded at once, sending every sinew and tendon into a spasmodic frenzy. Ethan was bucking just as violently beneath me; it was all I could do to hang onto him while I rode out the storm. He drove hard into those final delirious thrusts, pumping his seed into me as lightning detonated in my head. The pair of us were screaming full-throatedly.

My mind soared past thoughts, past realisation, past everything. There was only the feeling of his cock filling me, the grasp of his hands and the powerful shimmy of that joyful device against the most sensitive part of my anatomy. The ferocity of all those sensations at once----the overwhelming pleasure----was indescribable...

Eventually, eventually, ecstasy relaxed its grip on us. I began to be aware of my surroundings again. Light, colour, scent and sound returned to some semblance of normality.

Our bodies were still heaving in their attempt to suck in enough oxygen. Our panting, gulping for breath seemed almost clamorous in the otherwise still room. Strands of hair were matted with sweat to my forehead, cheek and throat. A drop of perspiration from my brow fell and broke onto Ethan's chest with a little plash. A moment later another bead struck him after dangling from the tip of my nose. His own forehead was also dotted with moisture. Neither of us spoke; we simply stared at one another, wonderstruck by what had just happened.

We both smiled at once and that readily became laughter. I leaned over to help myself to a long, lingering kiss, which he returned with enthusiasm. We followed that with a shower of light, exuberant pecks on one another's face; this latter turned out to be a salty endeavour since we were burnished with sweat.

His cock still nestled inside of me, I pushed myself back up to a sitting position. The smile Ethan wore was nothing short of euphoric. My own was probably a mirror image of it. "Oh, Ethan, that was... that was... I-I don't even have the words."

"So, you're saying you aren't sorry you didn't clean the bathroom after all?" He asked the question with a perfectly straight face, which made me laugh all the harder.

I looked down to where our flesh was still joined. Our nether regions were a riot of splotches and splashes. When I began to lift off him, more creamy rivulets sluiced down his length. Once we were completely disentangled, his still-impressive manhood fell onto his abs with an obscenely wet sound.

Glancing around, I noted the damp stains on the sheets and the doona. "Never mind the bathroom, lovely, we'll have our hands full cleaning ourselves and this room." Ethan's gaze followed mine. He let out a satisfied, gusty whoosh of air and said, "We did make a glorious mess, didn't we?"

The bed did indeed appear to have been struck by a hurricane. Three pillows were on the floor and the one remaining on the bed was dramatically crumpled and askew. One corner of the fitted sheet was detached from the bed and the doona was comically dishevelled.

We each were going to need a shower and it occurred to me that attending to that task simultaneously could lead to a whole new round of fun. Bathing that delectable physique? Having him cleanse and cosset me? Yeah, I could imagine worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon and evening.

I snuggled in beside him, with an arm draped across his chest and a leg thrown over his belly. He pressed his lips to my forehead with an eloquent tenderness. I couldn't help but wonder where all this might lead; what, if anything, it portended for our future.

Ethan had proven himself to be a thoughtful----even gallant (am I allowed to use that word in 2022?)----young man. I think I've made it clear that he was also a charming companion. At some point, a discussion about what we each wanted from the other, should prove to be a rich vein of conversation.

Right now, though, I just wanted to bask in the afterglow.

The End