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My head was under her dress, and I breathed in the scent of rubber mixed with her scent, the musky scent of her wet pussy. She opened her legs, inviting me to linger. I kissed her pussy mound, eliciting a moan, and she lifted her pussy for me to lick it. I took my time, though, moving away from her pussy and back down her legs. She gave a grunt of frustration and tugged on my hair, begging me to come back upwards. I complied, and she pulled me closer, again raising her pussy toward me, silently begging me to lick her. Her scent was intoxicating, and I paused a moment to enjoy it. I nuzzled around her pussy, never quite touching it, kissing her mound and the spots between her pussy and her thighs. She moaned.
"Stop teasing! I want your tongue on my pussy."
And then I licked her, bottom to top, just like an ice cream cone. As my tongue passed over her clit she shuddered, her head rising off the bed and a look of sheer animal want in her eyes. "Augh!" she groaned.
I licked her again, and again she voiced her pleasure when my tongue found her button. And then I was licking her, teasing her clit, tasting her sweet nectar. My fingers found their way into her, and I curled them into her g-spot. I began to work her clit with my tongue and her g-spot with my gloved fingers.
She came suddenly, her thighs wrapped tightly around my head, her hands pulling me into her, riding my tongue for all she was worth. She was almost shouting, a wordless sound of sheer pleasure, and she began to curl up and turn to her side as she rode her orgasm to the end.
I began to gently let her down off her high, and when she had relaxed a bit she pulled my head up toward hers. Grabbing the hand that had been inside her she brought my fingers to her lips and sucked them, tasting her juices on my gloved fingers. I reached down and unzipped my own crotch, letting my hard cock loose. I was wet with my own pre-cum. I bent to kiss her, and as I did I slipped my cock into her pussy. She let out a loud moan and then our lips met.
I began to fuck her, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. I was on top of her, both arms under her, holding her tightly to me. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and her arms held me close. I wasn't going to last long.
"Oh, yeah, fuck me!" she said. "Fuck your rubber slut. Fuck your rubbery slut hard."
My thrusts became deeper, longer, more urgent. My lips found their way to her neck just as she came, her cries of pleasure sounding loud in my left ear. That was it, and, and the feeling of her pussy grabbing my cock pushed me over the edge as well. I roared with release, the pent-up sexual tension of fucking a rubber-clad stranger in the dark coming out in a long, hard orgasm. I nearly blacked out.
My cock, still throbbing inside her, began to slowly get softer, but still she held me tight. "Was that good?" she asked.
"Fucking amazing," I said, quietly.
"Mmm. Glad I could help. You're the best lay I've ever had."
I grinned into her rubbery neck. "I try," I said.
She released me, and I rolled over, beside her. Reaching her hand down between her legs I heard her zipper close, and then she rolled towards me, draping her leg over mine and letting her hand rest on my chest and her head on my arm.
"Can we do this again soon?" she asked.
"Hells yeah we can do that whenever you want."
She was quiet for a long moment. "Good," she whispered. And then I heard her breathing, long and regular, and I knew my wife, Erin, had fallen asleep curled up against me.
The End.
Incubus
She lay in bed, staring out her window at the full moon.
Twice now the incubus had come to her in the night, each time when the pale night orb had hung round and low in the sky. The first time she had begun to struggle, but soon surrendered to the feelings he created in her body. The second time she had welcomed him gladly, opening herself fully to sensation. This time...this time, she thought, she would try to please him as well. His visits had followed the same pattern, the same general actions following each other in a grand dance. She recalled one by one the things he had done to her in their sequence, and her legs spread wider of their own accord.
There was a soft rustling sound, and her bed sighed as a weight settled upon it. She looked into the shadows, and saw a shape near her feet, a menacing, inhuman form.
His hands slid up alongside her, his gnarled fingers with their taloned nails stroking the coverlet over her thighs. She murmured, as though in a dream, and reached out in welcome. He moved up and over her, his bulk obscuring the window and the moon's soft light. His teeth, sharp and pointed, glittered in the dimness, and his breath heated her throat. His lips found hers, and she arched against him, her mouth moving eagerly to accept his tongue. One hand spread wide over her breast, and even through the blankets her nipples leapt to meet his caress. He pulled down the covers slowly, his tongue leisurely exploring the curves of her lips. She embraced his shoulder with one arm, sliding the other down to find the root of her pleasure. He paused an instant as her hand grasped the shaft of his cock, looking down at her inscrutably. She stared up into his hourglass pupils, wondering what, if anything, this creature thought about during their congress together.
She stroked the length o
f his member, down to its root, and tickled his balls lightly with her fingertips. There was no hair anywhere on his body, and she closed her eyes to savor the velvet of his skin. His free hand rose again from the blankets, up over her knee, across her thigh and smoothly grasped the mound of her sex. She giggled to herself - the last time, not expecting his return, she had not known to go naked to bed. She had learned better. His thick fingers slid down the crack of her pussy, and she spread her legs eagerly. Gripping his cock rhythmically, she stretched up to nibble along his neck. His hand probed deeper. She arched her pelvis up against his palm, begging silently for satisfaction. One of his fingers entered her, and she gasped against his throat. She was astonished anew by the sensation, for his finger alone was as large, it seemed, as any man's cock could be.
He began to pump his hand against her, driving his finger in and out. She rocked in response, milking his shaft the while. She whispered to him, not knowing whether he heard, begging him to enter her fully, to let her suck him, all the things she knew would soon come. Orgasm welled up in her, and she shuddered against his chest, pounding her hips against the bed in powerful release.
As she subsided, he shifted, and she moved the hand that gripped his cock to rest both her hands on his head. She knew what was next, and was impatient. Despite her climax, she was not yet tired, though when he left her she knew she would be drained. He slid down over her, but as he did so, she grasped him by his ears, holding him gently still. She knew she could not hold him if he would not be held - her struggles, that first night, might as well have been against the wind for all the effect they had had on him. But he waited, when she stopped him, and she quickly rose up beside him, then turned and fell again on the bed, her feet to the headboard. He stayed still, when she released him, and so she reached out and gently pushed his head toward her dripping cunt.
He lowered his face to the curls at her crotch, and dipped his tongue to the well of her juices. She turned her head, and looked up along his thigh to the erection that hung over her. Smiling to herself, she rose up against his leg, and took his balls gently in her mouth. As his tongue entered her pussy she nearly fell back, so powerful was the sensation of his penetration, but she was determined, and leaning on one elbow she gripped his waist with her other arm, holding herself firmly against his hip. She took the end of his cock in her mouth, but realized that she might take no more, it filled her so completely. The driving pulse of his mouth against her cunt was distracting, and she moaned deep in her throat as she ran her tongue around the glistening head of his spear. She pressed her breasts against his belly as he gripped her buttocks and pulled her further open to his searching mouth.
She sobbed and rubbed her open mouth frantically along his shaft. As again the waves of orgasm filled her, she wrapped herself tightly around his hips, sucking as much of his cock as she could fit between her wide-stretched lips. Tingling waves rolled over her, she felt buoyed up on the tide, but still, she knew, he was not finished with her. Each time he came and filled her cunt three times, and each time he disappeared without relief himself. She was determined not to let him go without filling her with his cum.
Now he shifted again, pushing up on his mighty arms. She stopped him again, just resting her hand on his back, and sat on her heels beside him. He waited dumbly, and she looked at him a long moment. Then, straightening, she pressed her breast to his lips. He opened his mouth to suckle, and she reached down to again grasp his cock. It was hard as always, unchanging in its nature.
