I dreamed of Natalia intermittently through the night. Her nude body next to me felt smooth and warm. Vaguely, as dreams go, we fucked and fucked, and I felt glowing emotions and affection at how eagerly she accepted me. In the dream, I continued to feel an incredible freedom with her. Something about her and her way of receiving me opened me up to let my aggressive, primal hungers have their way.
Dreams can be strange with random things in them. For me, they are usually not as vivid as a movie. My deceased wife joined us, laughing and playful, then they were both sucking my cock, kissing and touching each other, and taking turns sucking me. I felt warmly affectionate, my spirit light and free. My cock felt enormous and seemed to grow larger and larger, like a pole. They just gripped it harder than ever, and impossibly, kept sucking me. In my dream, the room was becoming light, and both women were working together so well, laughing, having a joyous time together as they pleased me. It seemed certain that I was going to cum soon.
Then it wasn’t a dream anymore. My eyes blinked in the real light that was filling the room. The amazing sensations in my cock did not go away with the dream. I felt a tight grip around the base of my cock and a warm, wet, undulating sensation up and down my shaft. I heard moaning and deepened breathing.
Blinking, raising my head, I saw Natalia, kneeling sideways at my side, her slender body in profile, completely nude. Her gorgeous, thick, dark hair swept over the other shoulder, so I had a clear view of her sensual lips around my very hard cock. One hand was at the base of my cock, the other hand between her legs, moving. Her eyes were closed, and she was so focused on sucking my cock that she didn’t notice I was awake.
Normally, I wake up slowly in the morning, but waking to this brought me immediately into the moment, and I noticed my heart pounding in my chest, my own breath ragged.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped and then groaned deeply.
The sucking sensations felt intense, and I had to suddenly fight the urge to cum. I reached down and ran my hand over her head, and her eyes popped open, glanced at me, smiled around my cock, and murmured something unintelligible, then continued bobbing. I slid my hand over her back and stroked her tight ass, groping in, fingers splayed, reaching between her cheeks, but then I had to make her stop. I didn’t want to cum yet.
“Baby, stop!” I panted, noticing that I was breathing hard, “I don’t want to cum yet.”
“Why not?” She said, smiling, “I want to taste your cum!” Ignoring my request, she giggled and went back to sucking and jerking my cock.
“Ah fuck!” I exclaimed and gave her ass a hard swat,
Smack! She winced and jumped, murmuring around my cock, but kept sucking, increasing her urgency.
I sat up, then pulled her off me and dragged her into my arms for a kiss. She was full of energy, her mouth aggressive, hungry. I pulled her toward me, pulling us into a full-length embrace, then rolled us both over, so that I was on top.
I was going to have her. Nothing else mattered right then except ramming my full length into her.
Her legs parted, and I slid between them, guiding my cock quickly into her already very wet pussy. Slipping my arms under her knees, I leaned forward, raising her legs higher and tilting her hips up off the bed. Pinning her body, legs splayed wide apart, her cunt lined up, I plunged my cock deep into her with long, hard strokes.
Aaahhh, Aaaaaaahh! Si! Si!” she cried, tossing her head.
Wrapping an arm around the back of her neck, I pushed down on her shoulders, pinning her body in place as I ground my pelvis hard against her, smashing and rubbing her clit, and thrusting my cock deeply inside her.
“Oh meu Deus!” she exclaimed, “Me foda, me foda!”
Grunting with the effort, I could feel sweat breaking out on my back. Rubbing, grinding, I pushed my cock as deep as possible. I felt my cock throbbing and swelling deep against the tightness of her cunt.
“Oh! Ahhh!” she yelled, her voice hitting a higher pitch, “It’s getting bigger! I feel it!”
Lifting my hips up to pull my cock almost out, keeping her bent double with her legs high, I drove down into her with all my might, smashing her into the mattress. Her voice was a high series of cries, unintelligible syllables, frantic sounds, as if the pumping motion of my cock were forcing sounds out of her mouth.
Just as her voice and sounds seemed to be rising to a peak, I rolled us over, rotating her on top. Grabbing one of her tight little ass cheeks with one hand and grabbing one of her arms, I began to pump her body up and down on my cock, lifting her the length of my shaft and slamming her down on it.
She had no control at all of her body, as the hard ramming of my thick cock into her depths continued. She was just holding on, letting me fuck myself with her body.
“I’m going to cum!” she hissed between the cries, then another long cry, “I cuummm! Gozando!” I didn’t pause, my own rampaging lust having its way.
I could feel her body reacting to this relentless assault, her cunt spasming, contracting, clamping on my cock, her voice high and shrilled, head up, mouth open. It seemed like she was caught in one continuous rolling orgasm, going on and on.
I wanted more. I wanted to cum now.
I tossed her off me on the bed, and in a fast, smooth motion, came around behind her. Lifting her hips, I pushed my cock into her wet, bright pink gash in one long thrust. Grabbing her hips, I immediately began a fast, frantic motion of thrusting and pulling her hard back onto me. She tried to brace, grabbing bedsheets, her head tossing, as the hard assault on her cunt began again.
The smacking of my hips into her ass made a loud slapping noise. As an almost cruel and angry need took over, I could feel my cock swelling again, the tingling sensations building.
I suddenly realized I had been growling loudly, my throat tight with lust.
“I’m going to pump you full of cum!” I grunted, my voice deep and raspy, and then I was beyond words.
“Aaahhg! Aaahhhgg!” I cried out as it started. I could feel my cock jerking, and those incredible sensations of thick sperm traveling down my cock, then spewing into her depths. I could feel her cum begin, triggered by mine. She started shaking and quivering, then contractions pulsed around my cock as I held it deep in her, and her whimpering cries of ecstasy rose to a yet higher pitch.
We lay there together as our breathing and heartbeats subsided, occasionally kissing, and I allowed my hand to travel over her magnificent, firm body. It was a sweet moment, and I felt light and soaring inside, content to merely revel in the beautiful thing we had just created together.
We showered together next. It just seemed natural to both of us, and our hands never seemed to leave each other. I just felt so enamored with her spirit, with her verve and openness, and the adorable lilt of her slight accent, but I was also in a never-ending lust for her body, now that it was mine to enjoy, and she seemed to completely revel in my attention and craving. Her delicate, petite breasts were soaped over and over, her slippery nipples stroked and squeezed. Then her tight ass, perfectly shaped, was lavished with attention, with my soapy hands firmly massaging them, tracing random movements between cheeks, around hips, underneath, then over her mons and tummy. She giggled and wiggled her hips, loving it.
Freshly clean, we ended up in the kitchen, half going through my morning routine. It wasn’t a routine now, though, because she was there. Not that I minded for a second. She wore one of my clean t-shirts, which on her was more like a dress, one that was loose and flowing, and incredibly sexy. I wore my usual pajamas – a pair of baggy lounge pants and a soft, loose t-shirt.
She came next to me to watch how I made an omelet, and I loved how comfortable it felt to have her in my personal space. In a flash of affection, I turned, grabbed her hair, and kissed her quickly. She turned, facing my side as I continued to work over the stove. She wrapped her arms around my waist from the side and molded her almost nude body against my side, straddling my hip. Her smile was enormous, and her light spirit lifted mine. She leaned forward to kiss the side of my face and began to press her mound against my hip.
I stayed focused on the omelet, despite the moans and heavy breathing she was making, but my cock quickly started to inflate and began to press and tent my loose lounge pants. Reaching into my loose pants, she wrapped her small hand around my cock, thickening it until it was straining and throbbing. I was breathing hard now, and laughing, but making sure I didn’t burn her breakfast.
Then she was untying my pants. The next thing I knew, my pants were around my ankles, and she was kneeling on the floor, trying to take my hard shaft in her mouth. I stepped back, reaching to finish her breakfast, but she was sucking on my glans and jerking my shaft with abandon.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed with a chuckle, pushing the skillet off the heat and giving up on breakfast for the moment.
“Nat, you naughty fucking minx!” I mock chided her. Then I grabbed her, lifting her roughly off the floor, and spun her around to the kitchen island. Laughing, I slid the t-shirt up past her waist, baring her perfect, firm ass, and began spanking hard blows that caused her to shift her legs to keep her feet.
“I need you in me!” Natalia begged, and her tone of voice turned the torch of my lust into a roaring jet engine.
Roughly behind her, I quickly lined up my cock with her wet, swollen, red gash, and then drove it into her with one thrust that made her throw her head back and let out a feral cry. We fucked then, my standing thrusts powerful, driving, hard, and deep, and Natalia, squealing, panting. Her mouth moving in and out of a grimace of ecstasy and abandon, half slipping on the floor, and half pushing back hard, tossing her mane of dark hair wildly. My hips met her ass coming back with loud smacks, almost as loud as her cries and deeper sounds of my growling and grunting. I was racing to a finish, and her reactions kept pushing me into an ever more maddened frenzy.
As I sensed my orgasm approaching, my large hands clamped on her slender waist, ramming her back onto my cock, and when I started to cum, she let out a long wail. I have no idea how I managed to cum again so soon after.
As we caught our breath, we stayed together. She bent over the counter, and I bent over her. I felt a couple of residual pulses of my orgasm flash through me, and began a gentle rocking motion with my hips to create slow, short thrusts with my still deeply buried cock. She burst out giggling and pushed her ass back in rhythm, and we both lightly gasped and groaned.
I leaned back then and looked down. The urgency was gone, and we were just accentuating the afterglow, rocking together. My cock, still thick and hard, was coated with her slick, sweet fluid, and I could see that it had formed a ring of her cream around the base of my shaft. I also saw dribbles of my milky cum beginning to leak out, both on my shaft and her labia as we continued our slow fuck. As my hips rolled slightly, I enjoyed the sight of her perfectly shaped, firm, just slightly olive-complected ass cheeks, the alluring smooth crevice between, and the darker ring of her anus.
“I love how you fuck me,” she said, tossing her hair as she turned her head to the side. My erection was just beginning to wane, but the sensations were as good as ever, and I just kept the strokes going. It felt so amazing.
“I love fucking you,” I said with my voice tone a sort of guttural earnestness, “I can’t believe I was able to fuck you again so quickly. You do something special to me, Nat. I can’t believe it.”
My cock slid out of her then, and she spun around in my embrace, her arms snaking around my neck. Smiling, she just started kissing me again and again, along with more giggling.
She reached between her legs and came back with globs of my cum in her small hand. She held it up between us, in front of her mouth. Her eyebrow was comically raised to ask if I wanted some. As I shook my head, she started licking it off her hand in exaggerated comedic motions.
“Mmm…. Mmm,” she purred, smiling, “I love your cum! Delicioso! I want more!”
“Ahh, I need to recover a bit,” I said with a chuckle as I grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter into me, “But I definitely want to give you all you can take.”
After reheating our warm omelets, I followed her as she carried the plate of food into the dining room. My eyes enjoyed her slender, athletic legs and the way my t-shirt draped on her nubile form. At the table, she stopped, but instead of putting the plate of omelets between our adjacent dinner settings on the round table, she placed it on top of my plate.
“Sit,” she directed, pointing to my chair to indicate that I should sit first. Then, as I watched, she slowly peeled off the t-shirt, unveiling her nude body to me in a sensual tease. I whistled, my eyes traveling up and down her beautiful and seductively moving form. Maintaining intense eye contact, she rotated her ass in front of me, rubbing it against me like a lap dance, then backed up to sit on my lap sideways. She slipped one arm around my neck, and my arms came up to cradle her legs and hip, loving the feel of her smooth taunt skin.
“I will feed you, meu amor,” she said with a warm smile. She reached for the fork and began to cut chunks of the folded egg with the fork’s edge. She alternated placing a bite of egg in my mouth, then hers. I was pleased with my effort at the stove, distracted as I had been by her playful antics. The omelets were cooked right, soft, but done, not browned, and the amount of cheese was perfect and gooey.
I found myself feeling a bit incredulous about this beautiful young woman, happy about the obvious, incredible sex, but also happy that she was happy. I was so enthralled with her, to know her in a new way, and to see this side of her that was so vibrant and playful.
I wasn’t expecting to hang out together, but neither of us had anything planned for the day. The sunlight streaming in the window felt bright and cheery. A beautiful day was shaping up outside, and we both felt that the day was demanding for us to be out in it.
“Let’s go for a hike!” She suggested, and I mentioned a state park with trails along a creek that featured several small waterfalls. It was about two hours drive from town.
She went back home to change, and we met outside by my truck. She was wearing hiking boots and stretchy black shorts that came down only to the tops of her thighs and accented the amazing shape of her long legs. For a shirt, she wore a tank top that molded to her torso, but over this a long-sleeved, unbuttoned plaid shirt. From the way her nipples poked against the ribbed tank top, it was obvious she had not bothered to wear a bra. She had a little backpack on, with a large water bottle strapped to the outside.
“I made us some sandwiches,” she said, nodding toward her backpack as she tossed it into the back seat. “We can have a picnic in the beautiful outdoors,” she said cheerfully.
What a fucking goddess, I thought, smiling. My mind quickly began to imagine the possibilities if we were to come across a secluded spot on our hike.
Natalia was chatty during the drive, and the conversation flowed easily between us. The occasional lulls did not feel uncomfortable, and it wasn’t one-sided as I was able to interject, add comments, or ask questions. Our conversation topics were random and light, sometimes funny. We didn’t talk about what had happened, about the sex or what it meant, and it didn’t feel like we needed to, not yet, at least. That day, we were just enjoying being together.
Nevertheless, I was struck, during one of the pauses in conversation, when my mind drifted, at the surreal nature of what was happening between us. Natalia, someone I had known a long time, was now in my life in a totally new way. Riding together on the way to the park, we felt like a couple to me, even though I knew this wasn’t possible. Or was it? We had begun a unique friendship the last few months, one that had morphed into something that felt very free and comfortable, and then it had exploded into something that was impossibly hot. We became passionate lovers. Was it just sex, or something more?
I felt a…
