Hard Day, Hard Night (L)

It had been a hard day, one that Susan did not want to repeat soon. The stress had been overwhelming. Now she was seeking some means, any means, to relieve the tension. She walked briskly on her way to the house, thoughts of the day still pressing her mind. The argument with her best friend did nothing to ease the tension within her.

Her mind needed release…and her body.

Susan knew Daniel, her husband, would be home shortly after she got there. She wanted to be prepared. Slipping out of her street clothes, she grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. On the way, she peeked into the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples stiff and erect. Hmm…more turned on than she thought.

She allowed her fingers to trace down over her shoulders and collarbone. Then downward over the nipples. Fingertips traced the outer areola in tight circles. Her nails grazed over the tips.

She shivered at the thought of Daniel doing that to her.

Her fingers slipped lower, traversing her abdomen. They paused at her navel, then caressed her mound. As she drew the middle finger up between her furrow, her eyes closed.

She stopped momentarily to set the temp on the shower and step in. Susan enjoyed the warm water pouring over her face and down over her shoulders. It washed over her hard nipples, streaming down and over her mound.

Beginning to work the shampoo into her hair, the water running, she closed her eyes. Her senses were oblivious to everything else. She did not expect the hands on her hips! A hardness brushed up and down her ass cheeks, and a mouth touched her neck. Then teeth grazed her shoulders, and she shivered at the hot breath in her ear.

In vain Susan tried to pull away. She was held tight, unable to escape. A knee nudged her legs and thighs apart. Then came a firm stinging smack to the butt that convinced her to cooperate. She spread wider.

An unseen hand grasped her left wrist, placing her palm against the shower wall. The right hand followed after. Then those large firm hands and fingertips trailed down the sides of her breasts, her ribs, and her abdomen. They held her firmly by the hips.

The hardness slid along her thighs. Now it was between her lips, grazing over the clit. A hand slid upward, finding a nipple. Tugging. Pinching. It hardened under the touch.

Lips, tongue, and teeth worked together along her neck and shoulder. Kissing. Licking. Nipping.

Susan shivered. Her pussy clenched. She pressed back against the hardness plowing back and forth within her furrow. The cock slid back once more. But this time, instead of slipping between the folds, it was pressing at her entrance. The breath caught in her throat. He was going to take her here in her shower. The head pushed harder, beginning to stretch her. Oh God, this was happening!

“Fuck me back,” she heard a hoarse whisper in her ear. Fingernails raking over her nipples convinced her to comply. She pushed back, taking him further into her. The lips flowered around his cock, then slowly closed over it as the head crowned…then slipped in.

The hands were on her hips again. They drew her onto the shaft further. It seemed thick, very thick. No matter, she knew he would make sure she took it all. The thrusts became firmer, with more authority. Another inch, another grunt as he pushed further into her tight channel.

“Clench it! Clench the head and milk it,” the voice came again. She tightened then released, again and once again. She knew she was wet…not from the shower, but from her growing passion.

A finger, then fingers, reached around, cupping her mound. They splayed the lips and drew back the hood of her clit. The nub was so hard, so erect. The fever grew within her as those fingers worked it over. Rubbing… sliding back and forth… She was being played like a musical instrument.

The cock slid in further. Susan spasmed against her will on it. It pulled out, then plunged into her again. Over the g-spot, it pressed… rubbing… sliding. Fingers on her clit stroked it up and down like a small cock. Other fingers on her nipple tugged rhythmically in time to the thrusting.

The cock head bottomed out at her cervix and stopped. But those fingers! They continued to toy with her nipples and clit. She was desperate for more stimulation now. She began clenching and bearing down on the cock buried within her.

Move,  she thought to herself. If you’re going to take me, at least get me off!

Then the thrusting began again. Long, full strokes pumped deep inside. Each pressed him firmly against the cervix. Again and again, he plunged into her. Then short quick impulsions, taking her over and over.

Susan was beside herself. She pressed back trying to grind herself against his pelvis. The thrusting continued…

harder…

faster…

deeper.

Bites to the neck…

Warm breath in her ear…

And the relentless thrusting…

again…

and again.

Over and over…

taking her…

fucking her.

Nipples pinched…

rolled…

tugged.

Pussy clenching, needing release.

Balls drawn up close with their precious load.

Cock head now pressing, stretching the waiting cervix.

A final thrust…a grunt.

Cock growing even more, filling her.

A hot, spurting sperm-load covering her insides, pushing her over the edge.

Fucking back on the cock, trying to take it deeper.

She was ovulating she knew, but her brain was mush. It didn’t matter; she was his, possessed completely.

She leaned back against him, eyes still closed. Her head rested against his shoulder, her back to his chest. She heard a voice in her ear saying, “I always enjoy having dessert first.”

Daniel pulled her closer, nuzzling into the base of her neck. He had given her just what she needed. She was so in love with him!