Women Are Devious

He ran his tongue along her lips, dipped it into her crevice and then flicked it across her clit. When he started massaging her clit with the flat of his tongue he could hear her begin the familiar yowling and hiccupping sounds that meant she was near to climax. Interestingly enough, she made completely different sounds when he ate her pussy from those when they fucked. Soon her hips would start bucking and heaving and he’d have to hold her tight to his face with his arms so he could keep contact with her body. One long ululating cry came from her as John vibrated his tongue over her rosebud of a clit.

As Lori came, John could feel her sucking like a baby on his cock, there was not enough friction for him to cum, because she was holding it fairly still in her mouth, but it definitely did give him that warm and adored feeling. She moaned all during her climax and it caused a humming like of a pitch fork against the head of his cock. Wahoo.

Lori’s clit was still quivering and she took his cock from her mouth and started to run her tongue up it like a lollipop, scooping up his balls in her hand and licking them all over, making yummy noises as she did so. She was such a ham.

“Baby,” he grunted, “Damn.”

Pulling her pussy away from his mouth she moved forward, getting right over him and down on his balls, for she loved to suck them and she didn’t want to be sidetracked. She ran her tongue all over his balls, and John spread his legs so she could get to them better as her hands trailed softly over this thighs. She moved around so she was kneeling between his legs and he could easily see her breasts and watch what she did.

She kissed his hard cock, loving it, worshipping it, holding it against her cheek. With a gentle reverence she took one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around, tugging on it, sucking it.

“That’s good, Lori, that’s so good,” John encouraged her, his hands caressing her head and shoulders.

Licking her way along Lori moved up his shaft until she came to the head of his cock and she slurped around it, teasing him.

At the tip some precum glistened and as John watched her little tongue flicked like a serpent’s and it was gone.

“I love your cock, John,” she said, looking up at him, “I want that cock.”

“Take it, baby.”

She took the base in her hand and slowly lowered her mouth over the head, swirling her tongue around, then lowered her mouth a littler more. Hesitated. She was torturing him with pleasure and anticipation. Her mouth went lower; her lips tightened. Her mouth went down lower on his now rock hard cock, an inch at a time. Taking it deeper into her warm wet mouth. Deeper and deeper, farther in.

“Fuck, baby,” John hissed.

And then Lori went down as far as she could go; her eyes on his.

She came back up sucking hard.

“Son of a bitch,” he swore.

Then she plunged down again. Faster this time. And again.

She was going as fast as she could now. And then farther, trying to bury her nose in John’s bush as she went down, faster and faster, sucking harder, willing him to cum. John thought she might suck his whole cock down and he’d never see it again; she was drooling over him, her hands grasping the base of his cock, feeding it into her mouth. He heard her mumble something and he knew she was telling him to cum in her. She was pleading with him as best she could with his hard cock pumping into her mouth and throat. Sucking him up and she was heaven with tits.

“Gonna cum, baby,” he gave her the bulletin.

John felt himself let go and his cum spurted into her mouth and down her throat and he could feel her swallow, see her throat contract as she took it all in. It felt like a river coming out of him.

When she finally looked up, a few drops were still on her lip and John sat all the way up and pulled her to him, his hands on either side of her head. Their lips met and their tongues tasted the traces of his cum in her mouth.

Finally, the couple relaxed, lying on the floor. John's arm supported Lori's head as they held on to one another, each enjoying the loving embrace of the other.

“You are gorgeous, baby girl.”

“And you are my ‘stud-muffin’,” she giggled, pressing kisses over his chest and then nestling her head against him.

John smiled,

“It was good, then?”

“Oh, yes, so good. Couldn’t you tell?”

“I thought you were going to start speaking in tongues for a while there, so I was reasonably sure you liked it,” he admitted, “But, Sugarpuss, you are the one who is amazing.”

“I’m glad that you find me exciting, John, and that I made you happy,” Lori smiled, but then she rolled her eyes and blushed, “But, ugh, that name ‘Sugarpuss’ is so silly and so embarrassing.”

“It might be silly, it’s true. But all love talk is silly except to the lovers. And you’re pussy is sugar to me,” John spoke softly, “You’re my treasure, Baby, you’re my lover, my best friend. I love every inch of you, I can’t get enough of you. I love your face, your hair, your breasts; your pussy. I love your elf-toes, your sausage-fingers, your inny-belly-button, the tiny bump on the bridge of your nose. I love your head and your heart and your soul. All of you, Baby.”

Lori cuddled against him, laughing even as tears came to her eyes,

“You truly are the dearest man, you know, and I love you.”

“You’d better love me, because you’re not getting rid of me now. Why are you crying, baby?”

“Because that was so sweet that you said you even love my elf-toes and my fat fingers and my nose-bump when you know how I’ve always hated them, especially my toes and my short fingers,” she sniffled and smiled through her tears as John reached up to the coffee table and got her a Kleenex and then she said woefully, “I just wish I didn’t have such small lips—you deserve a better kisser!”

John laughed out loud.

“Oh, baby, you’re a crack-up. I forgot to say that, didn’t I? But I love your delicate, petite mouth,” and here he ran the tip of his finger gently over her bottom lip, “And you are one great kisser—that is definitely not a problem. But you are missing the point. I would probably love whatever you have because it’s part of you.”

“I guess we haven’t got to the part where we discover what really irritates us about each other yet,” Lori nodded.

“Sure we have, but we’re willing to overlook it. You don’t like it when I get bossy and I believe you think I’m anal retentive about my possessions; those are a couple things right there, baby. I know there are more but I can’t think of them right now.”

“I never said that,” Lori was embarrassed.

“Well, I can tell, but actually you did say something a couple times when you were upset,” John shrugged, “That’s fine, I have a thick skin and criticism pretty much rolls off my back. In your case, I try to listen to it, but with other people I tend to discount it. As you’ve noticed I don’t care what other people think about me most of the time.”

“You, uh, haven’t said what things about me irritate you, John,” Lori pointed out somewhat nervously.

“You don’t really do anything that irritates me,” John smiled, looking up at the ceiling.

“Ha! What a statesman, but that can’t be true, John.”

“You, on the other hand really don’t have a thick skin and I don’t think it’s something we need to go into today. If something comes up I’ll let you know at that time.”

“Oh, swell. That way I can go on doing stuff that chaps your ass until you really lower the boom,” Lori complained glumly.

John grinned again,

“I’m not getting into this because it will only start an argument and bad feelings when the day is going so well and I would still like to fool around some more.”

“Oh, great, whatever I’m doing, it must be a God awful,” Lori looked stricken, “You’re afraid you’ll never get sex again once you tell me!”

“I meant I’d like to fool around some more right now, baby,” John got to his feet, “How about some wine to relax us, even though it’s only noon?”

“All right, do you want something to eat now?”

Lori started to get up, too.

“Stay right where you are. My God, you look spectacular stretched out there,” John assured her, “I’ll be right back. We can eat in a little while unless you’re just starving.”

“No, I’m fine if you are.”

John brought back two wine glasses, the ice bucket and a bottle of White Zinfandel and set them down on the end table. He put the bottle in the ice bucket. Then he got the two sofa pillows and another pillow from the armchair and threw them on the carpet by Lori and got down there himself, arranging them under her head and his. His eyes moved over her breasts and legs.

“You’re my baby, right?” he ran his fingers through her long red hair, gazing into her green eyes.

“You know I am.”

“So what movie are we going to tonight?” John seemingly changed direction.

“Um,” Lori tried to focus, “I think, what about The Ring?”

“I don’t know, Sugarpuss,” he said doubtfully, kidding, “The previews looked pretty scary for you.”

“I like scary movies,” Lori insisted, but her attention became diverted as she watched John take her breast in his hand, holding it between his thumb and the rest of his fingers. When she looked at him, John’s eyes were on her face, though.

“I don’t know why; you’ll have your hands over your face most of the time.”

“Yes, but I look through my fingers.”

John was still holding her breast and he leaned over slowly, still keeping eye contact with her and, sticking his tongue out, started to lick circles around her nipple. Lori reached out to him, running her hands over his shoulders and back.

John got to his knees and took her other breast in his hand, squeezing them close together so that he could tongue both nipples simultaneously.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh God,” Lori whispered a litany.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Let’s get you excited, really excited again.”

He continued to lick her nipples until she was writhing beneath him, then he lay down with her and kissed her lips, her shoulders, and her throat. Stroking her pussy, his middle finger finally plunged into her slick wetness; then a second finger and his thumb tickled her clit. Sucking on her nipple now, he had her half lifted up off the floor in his arms. She whined like a puppy.

John pulled himself up into the big armchair and drew Lori to him. She straddled him, and entered her swollen, gushing pussy,

“Ride me, baby.”

“Oh, John, oh, my God,” Lori murmured, sighing, as he thrust his hard cock again and again into her wet folds.

“Oh, baby, I’m fucking that beautiful pussy of yours now,” John groaned, grabbing her by the hips, “Sweet Sugarpussy.”

At first, they moved unhurriedly and effortlessly, enjoying the feeling of each stroke at their leisure, but as their excitement grew they began to speed up. John was using his strong ass muscles to pump his cock into her molten slit, causing Lori to actually bounce on his lap.

Shorter movements, harder, and with every stroke Lori’s moaning got louder until she ultimately threw her head back and cried out in a stunning climax. Hugging John she pressed her plump breasts against his face. He sucked hard on her nipple, nearly half her breast seemed to be inside his mouth.

“Mmm, cum in me, John, cum in me,” Lori crooned, her pussy clutching him, enveloping him. He was so close now. His mouth released her nipple and John looked up into her face so vitalized with passion.

“God, yes, squeeze me, squeeze me, baby.”

He couldn’t hold out any longer, he was cumming and nothing was going to prevent it.

“Baby, here it cums.”

“Fill me up, John.”

“Oh, yes, baby.”

As he shot his jizz into her, Lori’s pussy contracted and she was cumming again, yelling his name, God’s name, and a couple words John couldn’t even distinguish. If she had cried out “Yee-ha!” and “Hallelujah” it wouldn’t have surprised John in the least. As for him, he felt like he would never stop this time as he continued to shoot his load into her tight hot pussy. Finally, she collapsed against him, sighing.

“Lori,” he muttered, “That was incredible.”

They held each other, breathing heavily, their bodies temporarily sated and relaxed. John ran his fingers lightly up and down Lori’s spine and her arms, his lips found her forehead, her eyelids; her cheeks and finally settled on her mouth as they kissed deeply. Their breathing had returned to nearly normal and John looked over at the bucket of ice and remarked,

“Well, the wine is chilled enough for sure, baby, we need to take it out of the there or it will get too cold.”

“Yes, I’d like some wine,” her throat was parched; all that heavy breathing and yelling.

“And now you can tell me what it is that irritates you about me,” Lori coaxed him, getting shakily to her feet, “Whew!”

John reached up to steady her, and then said with a chuckle,

“Dream on, baby, I’m not stupid. I still hope to get lunch in a little while, supper sometime this evening, and more sex tonight,” he ticked them off on his fingers, smiling wickedly, then he poured the wine, “See? I’m a typical male, I’m not devious; I’m telling you what I want up front. And I’m on to you, babe; I better never get any cold showers in this house.”