I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All - Sex Stories

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... suck my left nut into her mouth.

If I bent just the right way, I could play with her nipples between my fingers. I loved the soft little moans and squeals she made, depending on whether I was massaging them or pinching them.

After thoroughly massaging my balls with her tongue and sucking and nibbling the skin of my scrotum with her lips, Marianne began to lick the entire length of my shaft. Soon her one hand moved down to stimulate her clit.

Marianne looked up at me with her smoldering brown eyes. “Sucking you makes me so damn hot I think I could just burst into flame. But, my God, honey, my pussy's tired. I'm not sure I can make love with you again right now. You felt huge inside me. I guess it's just that it's been such a long time since much more than a finger or two has been inside me.”

“That's OK, Marianne. Before we came in here, I said I wasn't sure I could do anything more tonight.”

“But you're good and hard. And you're leaking like crazy. Have I told you how good you taste on my tongue? I'm afraid I might not enjoy having that big meat-stick in my poor ravaged pussy again right now, but don't you need to cum again?”

“I need to, I want to, but I'm tired too, so no, if you want to stop there, I'm fine. Let's just get out and dry off. I want to hold you and touch you.”

“It would be wonderful if we could just fall asleep against each other. I haven't slept in a man's arms in far too long,” she said with a tender smile.

We dried each other off, ...

... rubbing, caressing, touching, and kissing. When we made it back to the bed, we laid down entwined in each other's arms. I fell asleep after I felt her breathing soften as her head lay on my chest. The last thing she had said to me was, “I'm going to make you happy in the morning.”

The next thing I was aware of was a warm, moist, delicious sensation on my penis. Was I dreaming? I decided I must be, and the dream was wonderful. Marianne was bathing my morning wood with her tongue. Then I realized it was light in the room. Morning had come.

“Well, this is a pleasant way to wake up,” I said softly.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Marianne said between licks. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a man who had a wonderful, passionate night with a talented, beautiful woman.”

“You forgot to say insatiable,” Marianne giggled. “But then, I was the one who said I might be too sore to really enjoy having you inside me like I wanted to, so I guess you must have sated me.”

“How do you feel this morning?” I asked.

“Ready.” With that, she swung her body over me and squatted with her pussy poised over my erection. “Make love to me, Kevin.”

She lowered herself onto me slowly. She was right. She felt ready. Tight, slippery, hot, and ready. Slowly, she raised and lowered herself, taking long strokes, occasionally swiveling her hips slightly so that I really began to understand the derivation of the term, “screwing.”

“Come down here, baby. I need to kiss you. I need to feel your ...