treylisa.txt Trey sighed. It had been a long, hard day - week, in fact. Lisa nestled in his lap, her face buried in his neck and shoulder as she floated somewhere in the soft and fluffy world their cuddling often generated for her. She had some time ago softly moved herself onto his lap, pushed her skirt up and behind her, then, moving her legs far apart, gently pushed his two middle fingers up inside her. She tugged her pussylips wide apart until they were taut, pink and shiny with the strain of stretching, then closed the heel of his hand upon it, his fingers still inside her. She closed her thighs tightly and trapped his hand within her, gently rolling his hand with her movements, fondling him as she freed him from his clothing. She particularly loved the long, gentle lovemaking that began this way - he moving his hands inside her vagina, clenching and unclenching his hand upon her clitoris as she rolled her thighs back and forth, controlling both the movements and the pressure of his fingers inside her and his hand upon her. Gently she stroked him - slowly, softly. It would not do to bring him on too fast. Dimly, lost in the mists of her own pleasure, she was aware,to a surprising degree of the intensity of his arousal - and careful not to push him over the brink, either pysically or psychologically. She loved his hands upon her, and in her. She loved to fondle him - and could float this way for hours. Her belly rolled visibly. She dripped with wetness, as the movement of his fingers made soft sucking sounds, swirling, slowly circling inside her cunt. She gasped as he crooked the first joints of his fingers and slowly pressed them outward in a circle just barely inside the sphincter of her cunt. She spasmed and shuddered as she came. Her nipples stood erect and puckered, an inch long at least, as his left hand curled around her and began to tease them, pulling and plucking, twisting and kneading, pressing and squeezing... She had come that way several times in the past hour - each time her cunt grasping firmly at his fingers and pulling them up even deeper inside her. But her arousal grew in intensity with each orgasm. Somewhere deep inside her was a primal gnawing, a hunger for him and his seed that would not be denied. Careful not to move his fingers out of her, she sat erect, and swung her legs to straddle him as she opened his shirt and pulled it off of him. Finally she took him by his cock, and pulled him gently erect, legs spread wide for him to more easily retain his hold upon her, and tenderly tugged him down to the floor. Again straddling him, this time with her backside facing him so he could continue to probe her cunt and play with her pussy, she bent carefully forward to drag her nipples along his abdomen as she pulled away his trousers and his underwear. That done, she proceeded to lubricate him carefully, taking him slowly into her mouth, inch by careful inch, each bob of her head moving him more deeply into her throat until the final bob placed her so deeply around him her nose was buried in his sac and her lower lip rested on the hard bone that underlay the soft flesh surrounding the base of his cock. She began to swallow, then to bob, swallow, bob, swallow, bob, her fingers lightly scratching his balls and the perineum that lay at the base of his pelvis. From time to time she lifted high enough to breath, licking swiftly at the tip of his cock, rimming the head with a flickering tongue, her teeth lightly raking up and down the tender, swollen head. She pressed the tip of her tongue into the opening that leaked his seminal fluid, lapping contentedly at the liquid she found there, plunging suddenly the full length of his shaft until he was firmly embedded once again within her mouth and throat. She resumed her sucking, swallowing motions. He was arching and thrusting into her throat, moaning. But it was not yet the time... She was reluctant to tear herself from the sweetness that was flowing from his hands up into her cunt, shaking her belly with tremendous spasms, her buttocks clenching and unclenching as she came, and came, and came. His chest was slippery with the juices that had dripped from her. Swiftly she reversed herself, swapping ends with such alacrity that her pussy hardly felt the difference in the rhythm of the stroke between his fingers and his cock as he pushed deeply into her, probing the depths of her womb. She took a moment or two, sitting quite erect, her breasts bouncing as she moved, to position him very carefully, so that his cock not only lay within her cunt, but pushed gently into her cervix pressing against the top of her womb, the feeling of fulness and completion that contact gave her threatened to overwhelm her yet again. He lifted his knees behind her so that she could lean back a bit, laying her weight upon his thighs stretching her pussy so wide it seemed the skin would have to tear, as she tilted her cunt forward and up so he could see himself enter her. Her clitoris stood firm and straight, a small errection of her own. He reached forward and began to flick the tip of her clitoris with a finger, lightly - ever so lightly; then, reaching to run his fingers around his cock as she lifted slightly to pull a little of herself outside her cunt, he wet his fingers on her tissue and his cock, grasping her clitoris firmly at the base, and beginning slowly to wind it, like a watch. She began to pump him in and out of her cunt, carefully maintaining the highly visible posture she knew he loved - her thighs spraddled as widely as they would go, her pussylips, pinched firmly one in each hand, stretched wide and taut so her cunt was clearly visible against the background of her shaved pubes (she didn't like anything obscuring his view of her, not even her pubic hair...she *loved* the look in his eyes when he looked at her..) Up and down, in and out, with each raise of her hips, a bit of her pulled out with his cock, and she gradually shifted her hands on her pussy so she could hold it wide with the heels of her hands, while she firmly grasped and squeezed herself around his cock. She began to hammer her pussy on his pelvis, her moans rising in pitch as she rose in tempo. She had come already half a dozen times, but he had not...not yet. Orgasms she had had aplenty this day, but it was not enough. She needed not just another orgasm, she needed *him*...his essence, his substance, that which made him what he was...and she began to plead and beg for it, to whimper, her muscles pulling and tugging, sucking and coaxing. He had for some time now been holding her breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing, her long nipples clipped between thumb and hand - as much to keep her breasts from aching with the vigor of her humping as she worked ever harder, relentlessly compelling him to greater heights of pleasure. Her eyes closed, she could feel every nuance of the twitches and quirks of his cock's movements within her....she could almost *feel* his load mound up preparatory to the rush. "Oh, yes! OH, YES! **OH, YES!!! TREY! GIVE IT TO ME...! PLEASE, DARLING! GIVE IT TO ME! I *NEED* IT...I ***NEED***...." and as she spoke the word, he erupted within her. A flood of warm, wet, sweet heat washed over her, beginning at a tiny, tiny point high up inside her womb. As his hot liquid spread over her insides, so the point expanded, until she felt as though she were flying apart - then collapsing back into herself with a rush and a roar in her ears that made her head swim, and then she simply melted into him. Disappeared. There was no longer Trey and Lisa...there was only *them*, whatever you chose to name them. They were one, again. Not forever, not even for terribly long - but so long as she could hold him there with her, she would. She lay down, rolling over, pulling him down upon her, carefully tucking her breasts between them that his weight would allow her tiny movements to roll her hardened nipples between them. She lay, once again her face nestled in his neck as his fingers and hands roamed over her body, her legs spread as widely as she could, her cunt pulling him still deeper, massaging him softly, trying to keep him firm enough to remain within her as long as she could hold it. An hour later they were still there, she, still holding him within her, he still cradling her against him...and they slept, her pussy sucking softly at his cock...small movements that would have been visible from the right vantage point...her fingers still tenderly roaming his face and chest, touching, touching, touching, with a quiver to them every time they found him once again....and still she slept, tears of shared delight dampening the cushion which pillowed their heads...a smile drifting lightly on her lips...