1. The Hayloft


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Dancewithme, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    become a natural synopsis of sensations, all in tune with each other, releasing moans, glottal stops, hisses of pleasure and oh , Oh, Oh! Oooohhhhh! And you nearly suffocate me with your orgasm, and as it subsides momentarily, you look back at me and say in a comical voice, "Are you quite finished, you naughty boy?"and smack back at my ribs as if to emphasize your point. As you begin to lift off my face, I can clearly see how highly swollen your mons is, how stiff your clit, how swollen your labia, how open your love canal, all covered again with your cum releases I thought I had swallowed up. Then, with strength I barely knew I had, I prop up my legs and tumble you over onto the hay stack again, hovering over you menacingly in a split second. You are still out of breath, your breasts heaving in your desperate attempt to get enough oxygen to continue. I smile like a hero victorious in battle, but knowing that for the first time in my life, I am joined with a woman, not just any woman, but this precious sacred harlot, calling my name with every pore of your body and soul. Without fear, you reach your loving arms up to me, and smiling back, pulling me to your lips, I have no resistance, and we kiss till our lips are almost raw, our tears of joy, intermingling like two great rivers. As we look into each others eyes, you say as if you have known me forever, "Make love to me baby. Make love to me, please..." I respond, "Oh please love my best, darling!" If ever I wanted a ...
    victory in life, it was now. I would give her the best of my masculinity. What else do I have really? In hopeful, heart-felt valor, we both begin to prepare to make love to each other, each knowing our very lives and sanity are at stake. We are both scared to death, but fearless of each other; will this be a consummation or some meaningless mechanical act? We are both in wonder, both in hope, both giving our faith to each other, living sacrifices to our everlasting fusion in ecstasies. I think, “Hell, it’s risky, but what is my life for but to risk it all with a sultry angel like this?” I kiss you passionately, take my erect prize fighter in my hand, and aim it to your fecundity. You look up at me and smile lovingly, “Love me now, baby!” My shaft enters your canal like a sword in its sheath. Your wetness alone allows me passage, as the tightness of your vagina and your youthful muscle-tone could stop me cold if you were unwilling. It takes several pushes before you can take me in. As you struggle to accommodate me, you are giggling, and grunting “ugh!” and I am in love because you are so willing. We begin the dance of our love-play, each so anxious to know the other, but only a few full pushes and pulls shows us amply that it is as if we were made for each other. That revelation somehow encircles us, and we begin to rock in rhythm so pleasurable and mutually affirming, we are thrilled. "Harder baby! Harder!" you urge your knight onward. Your heat, your wetness coats me, your ...
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