Just look at that." "I wish I could." "Oh, it's beautiful. I'm so big and hard and you're so wet and juicy...oh, your muscles are contracting around me and it feels so good..." "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Our words deteriorate into wild noises and the world is nothing more to me than water pouring down and cock filling me up. I can't even move, the best I can do is stand there and receive. "Can I come?" he asks, pausing for a moment. "No. I want to watch. I want to watch you when you come, and I want you to watch me. How's that sound? That sound good?" "Oh, yes! Please." He thrusts once more. I grunt and push against him again. "Feels so good" I sigh. "Yeah, but stop or I'll come now, inside you."

"Well...maybe just off certain fingers. Anyway, let me finish washing you." I take up the bar of soap again and make suds in the hair on his chest. I wash his belly and then hesitate. His cock bobs a little, as if saying 'Me next!' I nonchalantly begin soaping his right leg. "Hey, you skipped..." "Don't worry" I assure him, working on his calf. "I saves the best part for last." "Oh. Okay." I finish the right leg, proceed to the left, then finally arrive at the area he's been waiting for me to arrive at. I soap it between my hands, the soap slithery in my palms around his hard shaft. I drop the bar of soap and slide my hands around in all that lovely slipperiness. I spread the lather all through his hair, all over his balls, between the cheeks of his ass. He sighs and claws at my back. "Okay, rinse off" I instruct him. He rinses, then I make sure all the soap is gone and get on my knees again. I press my face against his crotch, which being freshly washed doesn't smell like anything. I take his cock into my mouth, and it tastes like water. The water is pouring down over me, dripping on my head. I close my eyes and suck. I imagine my mouth as another vagina and fuck him with it energetically.I can taste love-drops. "I love to have my mouth full of this" I say, pausing for a moment. "I bet you do" he says, running his hands through my hair. He thrusts his cock against my cheek. I grab hold of it lovingly and rub it on my face. I moan, and so does he as I pull back and slide my lips over it again. I suck until he starts getting too excited. I straighten up.

Water. Hot water that pours down in a steady stream over my back. Hands, his hands, running a bar of soap over my skin, slicking suds all over my body. Slippery bodies, wet and soapy, sliding against each other. "I've always had a fantasy about showers" I remark conversationally as I adjust the water temperature. "Okay, love. Come on in so I can close the curtain. He steps in and I pull the curtain. "I do you first" I say. "Okay. Just let me get my hair wet." He bends down under the showerhead.

“What a mess you are. Let’s get into the shower and
clean up a little. Then, it’s time to eat…I think we’ll need
the food to keep our energy up, don’t you?”

Her grin conveyed the clear message that it wouldn’t be
very long before we were back in her bedroom again, doing our
impression of mink in heat.

"Yessss," she gasped, "play with my ass, baby." Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began to stroke my finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts of my cock up into her pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in my balls, moving up and threatening to erupt as my orgasm approached.

Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down around my cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of her spasms hit her. My own climax was not far behind, and I yelled out loud as I felt the tip of my cock explode, sending a torent of my hot cum into the deepest reaches of her cunt. We both rode out the rest of the storm of sensations and at last she rested herself on me and we kissed, again, sharing our passion and the gratitude we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex we had just shared.

With her tits in my face, my hands were free to reach down and grasp the cheeks of her tight little ass. I just couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman was riding my cock. I felt like all the Christmas mornings I could remember all rolled into one. I gripped her ass and started lifting her up and down on my cock, forcing the pace of our fuck, driving my hips up off the bed to meet her as she slammed down into me.
We were both grunting like animals in the rut. My fingers sought the crack of her ass and one pressed inward on the wrinkled rosebud of her back door. She instantly relaxed the powerful sphincter and my finger sunk inside to the second knuckle.

She was in no hurry, having just completed a massive series of orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in the wonderful feeling of being sheathed inside of Lisa's beautiful body. From this position it was a simple matter for me to reach up and stroke her breasts, which I did, much to her delight. My hands busied themselves with her mammaries, toying with the nipples, squeezing the fleshy globes, finally drawing her down so that I could reach these graciously formed melons with my worshiping lips.

"Hmmmm. What have we here," she said, grinning at me and reaching between us to grasp my stiff shaft. "I think he's lonely, and needs someplace warm and wet to play in, don't you?" She rolled us over the rest of the way so that she was on top of me. I felt her hands between us again as she positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her womanhood. She gave a little push downward with her hips and the head slipped inside. Then it was one long slide down until she had it all. I moaned as I felt myself enveloped in that hot, wet, grip. The interior of her sex was like a strong hand which squeezed every square inch of the surface of my cock. She held me there, her eyes closed as she too was affected by the sensations of my dick hilted in her moist interior. She pulled her knees up under her and began a rocking, fucking motion atop my pulsing penis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone on every down stroke.

I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front of hers, and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of sorts. Some women don't mind if you go down on them, as long as you don't try to kiss them afterwards (unless you wash your face and brush your teeth). Lisas was not like this, and her lips opened under mine, her tongue searching for her own unique flavor on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend, and smiled weakly up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping, sobs. "God, John. No one's ever done that to me before. Not like that, anyway." I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like it better than any other part of sex. Well, almost. "You're welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure to give you that experience." I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so that we were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and pressed her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (and dripping) cock.

"Make me cum...please...make me cum, baby...I need it soooo bad..." she moaned. Who could ignore a plea like that? I placed the tip of my tongue directly on her clitoris and began to shake my head from side to side, just like a dog working on a bone only much faster. I knew that I couldn't keep this up too long without getting extremely dizzy, but I also knew it was just about guaranteed to produce an explosive orgasm for Lisa. And I was right on both counts. I was dizzy very quickly, and I heard Lisa's low moan turn into a scream as she crashed over the edge of the orgasmic abyss. Her thighs locked around my head and her hands pulled my face even tighter to her pussy. She acted like she wanted to pull my whole head inside of her. I kept my tongue moving on Lisa's clit as much as I could and she continued to climax for a number of minutes.