Quickies

“Rub it here,” I said, showing him the spot, and his fingers moved there, making me spread wide and thrust, too. It seemed like the natural thing to do.

“I want to see you,” he whispered, not asking, just unfastening my clothes, my skirt, my blouse, and I let him. The air was cold, and he stared down at me, completely nude before him, no longer seeing me with a brother’s eyes. “Oh Sarah, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I glowed from the inside out, and when he leaned in and took one of my nipples into his mouth, the way I’d seen the babies do, latching on to Ma for milk, I thought the sensation would make me faint.

“More,” I whispered, my hand in his hair, arching my back. “Suck them hard.” He groaned, burying his face there, licking and sucking, his privates swelling even larger in my hand. My whole body was on fire, his fingers probing between my legs, finding a place I had never explored and slipping inside.

“Eli!” I gasped when another entered me. He was inside-his fingers were inside of me.

“It’s how men and women join together,” he whispered against my neck, fingers moving, in and out. “It feels… it’s…”

“Oh Eli,” I moaned, rocking, tugging at him, aching for more of everything all at once. “Please, yes, please, let’s…”

He moved on top of me, and I took the weight of him, the long length of his privates rubbing up against mine as we kissed. His mouth was hot, urgent, his hands buried in the length of my hair, completely down now and spread out on the hay beneath us. He rocked on top of me, rubbing that tender spot until I thought I would die, kissing my breasts, sucking my nipples, sending me flying.

“Eli, oh, oh, it’s happening,” I whispered, closing my eyes as my body took flight, shuddering involuntarily underneath him. His breath was hot in my ear as he whispered my name, shifting his hips and pressing hard. I gasped, clinging to him as he entered me, feeling my body opening to him in a bright red burst.

“Oooooooohhh!” He gasped, shivering, and I pulled him to me, the hot throb of him between my legs almost too much to bear. “Sarah, Sarah, oh you feel so good.”

“Yes,” I whispered as he rocked, thrust, shuddered. I kissed his cheeks, his chin, his neck as he moved deeper, faster until he gave a great, sudden cry and collapsed in my arms, trembling with the force of the explosion inside of him.

We held each other close in the hazy afternoon light coming through the slats in the barn, stunned by each other, by the world, by everything we had ever thought or believed was true.

“It’s not a sin,” I whispered, stroking his sweat-dampened hair.

“No.” He shook his head and kissed me breathless until everything faded away.

Finally, nothing else mattered but me and Eli and the weight of the world was lifted.

New Tricks

All he could think about was her ass. She was a beautiful woman, inside and out, and her pussy had provided him more pleasure than most men could only dream about in a lifetime. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her asshole, that sweetly puckered opening, so tightly closed, so vulnerable. What was wrong with him?

Christ, Kelly even put out at least three or four times a week, still, after fifteen years of marriage. Robert didn’t have much to complain about, and he certainly didn’t have a right to demand much more. Did he?

He’d tried to assuage his curiosity with porn. Kelly didn’t care if he watched porn-see, yet another amazing thing about his wife! — and he indulged on occasion.

He’d visited all the ass-sites he could find-Ass Traffic, Anal Hell, Ass Stabbin’, you name it-thinking, hoping, it would ease his hunger to experience it all first hand.

Instead, watching women spreading open their cheeks, taking a lubed up finger and then a well-oiled cock up that tight hole-seemed to have increased his need.

Not good. They had sex pretty much whenever he wanted to-she was very compliant, but never in a bored sort of way. She was always eager to please, and had indulged a great many of his fetishes over the years, including a foray into bdsm and another into a rape sort of fantasy. The woman was amenable to almost anything-

except anal, apparently. But still, he couldn’t stop fantasizing about it, and it was always worse during sex.

“Please, Kel?” He murmured, having already wetted his finger, his cock a steel rod in her pussy just looking at the tight rosebud of her asshole. “It’s just my finger.”

She sighed, her shoulders slumping on the bed. But still, he pressed onward, sliding his wet finger over her fluted flesh, teasing the hole. The wrong hole, she would say. Christ, that was hot. He loved watched it tighten whenever his finger got near.

Somehow her refusal made it even more sexy. God, what was wrong with him?

“Rob, come on.” She glanced over her shoulder, pulling her dark hair away from her face. He knew the look-but he couldn’t help himself. “We’ve talked about it.”

“It’s so hot, baby.” He probed a little, making her gasp. “It turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.”