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Nap Time
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Nap Time Maggie Fromme is a fictional character I created to explore erotic and sexual fantasies. I'd love to hear your feedback. Enjoy this first installment! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We lie together, Maggie and I, in our favorite position for love making. On our sides with her leg underneath me, I was buried in Maggie's tight vagina. Both in our fifties, we saved our more athletic expression for special occasions and learned to savor a slower pace for day to day coupling. I felt her squeeze my penis. As the pulse relaxed, I slid out then in with minimal movement. She squeezed again. Such was our rhythm, practiced many an afternoon. Nap time was great. We weren't about the orgasm, and instead focused on the exquisite sensation of joining on multiple levels. Sometimes Maggie was swept over the edge where tears awaited her. Sometimes I released the full expression of my love deep within her. Sometimes we came together in the union of primal life energy. Sometimes we rested in each other's arms and hearts, our bodies drinking in the sensations of skin touching skin. Her neck rested in the crook of my elbow leaving my right hand free to caress Maggie's breast. She was blessed with perpetually firm breasts; and along with a stunning back and long neck, they gave her a lovely torso only matched in beauty by her face. I delighted in touching her skin, stroking her cheek, and moving her hair behind her ear so as to ensure an unencumbered gaze into her eyes. I paused my rhythm at the deepest point and flexed. In return, she gripped me, holding tight. With a sigh we relaxed. In these time we often talked, which is an advantage of our more sedate style. Talking's not a distraction. The vulnerability of being coupled in<b> intercourse </font></b>increases the intimacy. Whatever we talk about is seen, known, and felt throughout our being and brings us closer together. "I love your ginormous penis," she said. "Oh come on, it's average," I replied with a slight tone of self deprecation, belying my enjoyment of the compliment. I liked that Maggie appreciated my size. "Length, yes, but, not girth," she said while grinding her pelvic bone into mine. "I bet you've had bigger" was next out of my mouth before I knew it. Maggie had more partners than me. "And smaller, too" she quickly quipped to help me save face, while also letting you know I was right. "It's okay. Tell me about it" I opened the door to another story. Sometimes Maggie shared details of her love life before me. I found this oddly exciting - both of us did. Maggie paused. Her breath caught and her eyes briefly flared open as a memory swept through, causing her vagina to pulse in anticipation. "Are you sure?" she replied. "Yes," I said slowly in a moment of vulnerability that would expose us each to the other in some new way. "It was longer, maybe eight inches or more. I don't know for sure," she started. "Did it fit?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," she answered as she drew deeper into the recollection. It was time for me to be quiet. "He took his time entering me. I was on my back with my legs spread to give him access. He worked the tip between my lips until I was moist enough to take him. It was still slow because my insides had to adjust to the length. God, the vagina is amazing! It wants to be tight around whatever penis is making its way home. He moved with steady and firm strokes, each one extending the depth a bit. Oh my God it felt good, like he was scratching a primal itch with each stretch of my canal." As I harden and length inside Maggie, she smiled and with a little laugh said, "you like that, don't you?" Yes I did and needed to hold still, feeling my own moisture as I edged inside her. I didn't want to come yet. Maggie giggled and continued. "He held the back of my neck in one hand and supported his weight on the same arm's elbow. His other hand pressed one knee next to my side, lifting my entrance up in the air. I could clearly see how his penis worked its way inside me. The sight and the feeling left me with a moan on my lips. I didn't need to do anything except enjoy the sensation of being fucked by a big cock." That made me gasp as I almost lost it. She saved her dirty talk for near the peak, which made it all the more erotic. Giggling again, she knew she had me. "With one hand," Maggie started back, "I cupped my breast and stroked my nipple. I sent the other hand to explore his shaft and stroke his sack. My rhythm was timed with his strokes. When moving in, I caressed his testicles to feel the skin tighten and ran my finger nails across the ribs. As he pulled out, I let my finger tips linger on the soft, smooth, and moist shaft. There was so much of it! When he all the way in, I focused on feeling his tight balls resting near my anus. He would pause there, giving both of us a chance to feel just how deep he was. I imagined his penis extended well beyond my belly button. Here, I would squeeze him, too." I was as hard as I've ever been listening to Maggie describe her adventure and took a few real time strokes. "Easy," she said, "there's more to come! By this point we were both really turned on. I could feel his cock getting harder and longer with each stroke. The attention of my hand help matters along quite nicely. I began to play with my clitoris, to catch up. I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. The combination of deep penetration and clitoral stimulation was amazing. It's like each stroke sent a wave a pleasure through my vagina straight into my clit, which returned the favor, sending pleasure back inside. I could feel his penis feed off the pleasure, like he was drawing energy from my building orgasm. Oh my God, I was close and sure I would come with the culmination of this story. Maggie stopped me. "This is only Part 1," she said. "You don't get to come until Part 2. You'll understand." I squeezed my toes, though about baseball, and used every trick possible to keep from coming. Even with that, I could feel my penis swell and edge inside her. We were really wet now. Maggie began the ending of Part 1. "Before we started, we agreed he would not come inside me. It wasn't because of lacking birth control or anything like that. The rhythm method is dumb anyway. No, I wanted him to come on my stomach. I wanted to feel the warm juice on my belly and see the white stream shotting out from his cock. So, I got my wish. He arrived first. I heard his orgasm building as a deep moan that increased in decibel. He pushed deep inside me. I thought for a moment, he wasn't going to be able to pull out. Then he did. I watched as the length of his penis slid out from within me, glistening with the moisture of our joint pleasure." "I was amazed how he held onto the edge of his orgasm, allowing me time to savor the sight and press the button for my own orgasm. Once the head of his cock cleared my lips, he lifted the ladened shaft to my belly. At that same moment he came. A final groan - well, more of a grunt - sent the first shot of cum between my breasts. Oh, it was warm and thick. My free hand involuntarily moved to touch it, feel the sticky stream. He shuddered and shot again. This spurt landed high on the belly. My hand continued down. He shot his final load, which landed in my belly button and trailed toward my groin. Now, it was my turn. I shook and shuddered as my orgasm overcame me. He squeezed the back of neck, not too hard, but, hard enough for me to feel an anchor point for my pleasure. As the wave subsided, I saw his penis resting on my belly. I gently stroked the softening shaft, mixing our juices, and rubbed my thumb across the tip, which leaked the remaining elements of his orgasm." "How did you like that?" Maggie asked. "Wow," I replied with a deep breath and sigh, as I gazed into her eyes and smiled. "I see you managed to hold on," she said through her grin. "Now, let's see if you can make it through Part 2." I was quiet again, as her story resumed. "We met about a week later. He'd promised not to masturbate, at least not to have an orgasm until we were together. I wanted the full force of his cum. I wanted him ready for me. And, he was. It didn't take long for us to be in the same position with his long cock sliding in and out of me. I still remember the sight of his shaft making its way into my depths. I couldn't believe how deep it seemed to go. He slid out nearly all the way and paused. My hips rotated and I tried to push up to replant his penis. He was such a tease this time. Finally, he sank the shaft all the way and stopped again. The fullness was indescribable. I wish I could share how it feels." "What I see is the pleasure on your face," came my reply as I pressed in her as deep as possible. "And, the way you expose your neck," I gently bit her. "And, the moans that escape your throat," my thumb and forefinger found her nipple. Maggie gathered her composure and continued, "this time was a little faster. We wanted it quick. He wanted it quick after waiting a week. There was time for more. His pace was steady, but, he didn't pound. You know I don't like. The steady building rhythm is what I enjoy the most. I want to feel being fucked. I matched his rhythm with my hips. My vagina worked his shaft, squeezing and relaxing with his in and out motion. I had one hand on his butt and the other on his stomach, both pulling him toward me and pushing him away. I wanted to be able to see each stroke as his cock disappeared inside me! There was no stopping, no pulling out. He was going to cum as deep as he could inside me. I felt his cock expand. It got longer and thicker as he pressed his building orgasm. 'Keep going,' I told him. 'I want to feel you cum inside. Please. Do it. Do it.' My voice trailed to a whisper." I felt my penis expand. It felt like it had grown to eight inches long as my rhythm joined the cadence of Maggie's story. "He tightened. His whole body went rigged while he continued to thrust. He gripped the hair at the back of my neck and pulled, holding on, and pressed my knee into my side. His final push left his balls pressed against my butt. His cock pulsed, one, two, three times, maybe more. I lost count. I could sense the spray, each shot of semen filling me. My womb pulled it in and milked him with the spasms of my orgasm. His whole being was focused on one point deep inside my vagina." "Do it," she said. "Cum inside me. Fill me. Now," she breathed in my ear. I pressed deep in her, stopped, and held on as long as possible until my penis pulsed and spasmed sending semen deep inside Maggie's waiting womb. I felt her grip, and the press of her groin into mine. Her head went back as she shuttered in pleasure and the oh left her lips. We lie together, feeling the tingling sensation of skin on skin, resting in our coupling. |
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