Hard and Fast
May 22, 2005 | Category: Sexblogs
There are moments when we should simply surrender to impulse…
Ever have an urge that’s just impossible to resist?
Mw and I were outside in the garden, the excuse of bad weather no longer sufficient to salve our consciences and keep us from tending to the lawns and the bushes and the other remnants of winter neglect. There was a little sun, but it was meagre for mid-May, and the smudge of thick grey on the horizon was a less-than-subtle hint to work fast. So we did. Within twenty minutes, we both had sheens of perspiration across our foreheads. The sensations of self-generated warmth lulled us into false security. We forgot to keep an eye on that advancing smudge of grey, failed to notice the canopy overhead dimming as the sun dwindled.
When the first spots of rain fell, they came as a relief, cooling our skin after our green-fingered exertions. The spots quickly built in size and volume. Feelings of excessive heat were obliterated, replaced by a flat chill as our thin clothes soaked up the precipitation. We were in the middle of re-felting the roof of the garden shed, and couldn’t break off. By the time we had finished nailing the felt into place, we were both soaked to the skin. Frantically packing our tools away, we sprinted inside the house.
We stood dripping in the hallway. MW said she would dry off and make some tea. I stripped to my shorts where I stood, abandoning my sodden garments as I headed upstairs in search of a warm towel. MW followed me up, telling me it was a warm shower that I needed, not a towel. She pulled off her sweatshirt and jogging bottoms and dropped them over the banister to fall on top of mine. Now she was wearing just a white vest and a pair of thong underpants. She passed me on the landing, nipples still bullet hard from the rain, tenting the thin cotton. I stared lustfully at her backside as she headed into the bedroom, enjoying the swing of her hips, the way the daylight reflected from her damp cheeks, the thin strip of white cotton cleaving her arse in two.
And suddenly the blue touch paper was lit.
I followed her into the bedroom, somehow stripping off my shorts as I walked without incurring ligament damage. My cock was already at half-mast, and rising fast. MW turned around, saw the look in my eye, glanced down at my stiffening cock. She smiled wantonly. “I take it you’re happy to wait for your tea?”
I didn’t answer her. I had no words. I kissed her hard, my lips tight against hers as my hands reached down to the waistband of her panties. Base instinct urged me to rip them apart, to tear them from her. The quieter voice in my head, one of reason, counselled me that they might be new, that I might risk ruining the mood. So instead I drew them down her thighs, MW bending down with me as I stooped to keep the kiss going.
We tumbled onto the unmade bed, MW ending up beneath me as she frantically pulled at her vest, dragging it over her head. We kissed passionately, naked bodies writhing together. I buried my face against her neck, tasting the salt of her exertions. MW’s breasts were cold, her nipples hard and icy, searing the flesh of my chest. I bent my head to warm them with my tongue. All the time, my cock pressed insistently against her vulva, seeking an impatient way inside her warmth. MW wriggled against me, evidently aroused by my enthusiastic insistence.
I reached between her thighs, fingers seeking the opening to her sex. She was already wet, getting wetter by the second. I slid one finger inside her, rolled it around the velvet walls of her cunt. MW gasped, and the sound of her pleasure only made me harder, made me want to be inside her more.
I could have made a different decision at that point, taken us down the path into more prolonged foreplay. I could have drawn slow circles around her clitoris with a fingertip, fucked her with two steady fingers, caressed her G-spot, gone down on her until she’d come two or three times, all before I ever considered entering her. But that wasn’t what I wanted, what I needed, and when I looked into MW’s eyes, I could see that it wasn’t what she needed either.
The tip of my cockhead nestled into the warm, wet entrance. I was on the verge of shaking, so great was my need and my excitement.
“Your cock’s like ice,” she gasped.
“Give me some of your warmth, then,” I whispered, and with that, I eased inside her, slow, without hesitation, until I was embedded within her to the hilt.
So fucking easy!
MW curled her legs upwards, calves entwining around my buttocks, heels pressing into my flesh as though to spur me on.
“Fuck me until you come,” she said, telling me in five words that she was on the same plateau that I was; no desire to prolong things, to make love, to copulate with style or grace. Just an appetite for energy; for hard, lusty fucking.
I reared up on my knees, scooping MW’s buttocks into my hands, lifting her up, opening her even further to my thrusts. I wanted to fill her completely, to be as inside her as I could hope to be. The bed quilt was ruffled beneath us, a heavy ridge of cotton and down rubbing deliciously against the underside of my balls each time I thrust. My cock felt like a piston, invulnerable in its strokes, unstoppable in its hunger.
MW comes quick and easy when she’s suitably inspired and aroused. She cried out, baby mews of bliss building in veracity, punctuated by gasps of air, the cries joining to become a continuous exclamation of pleasure as orgasm neared.
“Tell me!” I whispered between clenched teeth. I needed to hear her say the words, vocalize her pleasure.
“I’m coming,” she gasped. I thrust myself inside her, pubis pressing hard against MW’s clitoris as her orgasm exploded.
Even as the aftershocks of her orgasm were coursing through her, MW was turning around, getting up on her knees, grabbing hold of the bed’s iron frame, her backside jutting brazenly towards me, the poise of her body, her gaping labia urging me to refill the vacuum within her.
“Come on then,” she said, sounding a little breathless. She ran the fingers of one hand across her sex, tempting me in.
I positioned myself behind her, rubbed the top of my cockhead over her clitoris, making her sigh, then slid back inside her welcoming cunt. MW had chosen this position with deliberation. She knows only too well how quickly I can come when I’m fucking her from behind, looking down at that delicious hourglass as her waist flares into her hips, my cock appearing and disappearing between the cheeks of her sweet pear of an ass. I gripped her hips, pulling her back onto my solid thrusts. The sensations and the visuals fed my desire, carrying me further away from control. As the familiar shudders built in my belly, MW reached between her own thighs, cupping my balls as I exploded, milking me for every last drop.
We collapsed together, hot and cold, wet and dry, and utterly spent. It was a delicious combination of sensations. MW’s smile of satisfaction was all the proof I needed that sometimes, it’s better to act first and think later.
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Oh God…that was so hot…I need to masturbate now…M
Think I will join u, M
M: so nice to think you found the recollection so arousing … and watch out for Muse over your shoulder.
Wow, my PC is smoking!!
Sometimes you can’t beat the direct approach.
Have you tried doggy style in front of a mirror? Then as well as the visual of her back you also get to see her breasts and her face.
FB: should we tone things down?
Ed: mirrors are one of our favourite accessories. I’m visually oriented anyway (a man who’s visually oriented - what a surprise!) but MW loves being able to watch too, especially when we’re fucking croupade. Even when there’s no convenient mirror, I like to be able to lean out a little, so that I can watch the sway of her breasts as I enter her. Little wonder that it’s one position guaranteed to bring about a loss of control.
Great story… I’m sad I missed it earlier. You have become one of my favorites to check up on. Too bad I read this in the middle of the day, I just want to go crawl in bed now!
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Honey: I’m flattered; please accept my apologies for any undue ’suffering’ you were caused.
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MMMmm fuck,that was real horny, thank you, hhmmmm… play time!
Glad you enjoyed it.
Lovely writing - very hot.
Your partner is a lucky woman!
That’s extremely flattering of you to say so…
I love watching your desire for her. It makes me want her, too. I’d love to press my face between her thighs while MH takes me from behind. Watch, and tell me what she wants.
Now that sounds absolutely delicious…
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Such urgency, and so very well delivered
Thank you, Gem. Should I take it that you’re an aficionado of well-delivered urgency?
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I loved that….loved it! I feel like I was there..
Oh, how I wish…
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I’m pleased to have made you feel that way, Elyse … and you’re welcome…
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so much passion and lust..with desire like that you just have to act…everything else can wait x
You’re so right, Kimmie…
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A sweet urgency without violence, very satisfying.
Urgency can be very good. I’m struggling to think of when violence is anything but bad…
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