SONIA CHOI
As dawn broke on the first day of our vacation, Jack woke me with a good-morning kiss. This wasn’t your average smooch, lips pressed chastely together in a sweet display of love and affection. Instead, he burrowed under the soft mountain of blankets and spread my pussy lips open with his long fingers. The first rays of sunlight were dazzling on the white coverlet as Jack’s body moved and wriggled underneath. I could feel his hot breath on my cunt the second before his lips made contact with my skin. That light puff of air made me tremble all over in a wave of delicious anticipation.
Jack started slowly, so that I teetered on the precipice of pleasure for the longest possible time. Making me wait for it, he slowly licked my inner thighs, teasing me until I begged. “Please, Jack. Lick me.”
I sighed as he finally circled my clit with his full lips and bestowed a kiss that registered powerfully at the very center of my being. His tongue was wet and warm against my body, bringing forth my slick nectar. Jack had me completely soaked. After only a few French kisses to my clit, he slipped his tongue in and out of my cunt and then pressed it against me, awaiting my body’s response. And, oh, did my body ever respond.
Closing my dark-blue eyes, I waited impatiently for what I expected would be the first climax of our vacation. But to my dismay, Jack suddenly stopped what he was doing and asked me a question.
“How does that feel, Sonia?” he murmured from underneath the bedcovers.
It felt good. So good, in fact, that I couldn’t immediately make my mouth work to reply. “Don’t you like it?” he asked when I didn’t respond.
I knew from previous experience experiences with Jack that my dear husband wouldn’t continue until I answered, and I managed to whisper, “Yes, baby.”
“Tell me about it,” he requested from beneath the sheets. Jack loves it when I talk dirty to him, but at that moment, I was speechless as his tongue and lips tickled against my skin. Desperate, I gripped his broad, muscular shoulders as my hips rose upward, pressing even harder against his hidden face. I could easily visualize the expression in his hazel eyes, the way he would be staring intently at my pussy.
“Come on, Sonia,” he urged again. “Talk to me.”
“Your tongue feels so good against my clit,” I finally told him. Instantly, Jack rewarded my efforts, dipping his wriggling tongue between my dripping pussy lips to lick and lap like a hungry tomcat before drawing my juices back into his mouth. Of course, now that he’d given me a taste, I wanted him to continue kissing and licking my cunt until I came all over his mouth.
Unfortunately, Jack didn’t do what I hoped. As soon as he realized how excited I was, he slid off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Dazed, I reached one hand between my legs and urgently stroked myself, trying to recapture the feeling he’d started, but failing. I needed his mouth, and I was thankful when he returned to the bed, resuming his position between my widespread thighs. Yet what I felt against my pussy surprised me so much that I sat up with a start.
A shocking icy blast had tingled all the way through me, and I quickly figured out what it was from both the scent and the sensation. Jack had used mouthwash, and the cool, mentholated fragrance lingered on his tongue. Slowly, I lay back down on the mattress, letting the sensations flood through me. It was a unique experience, icy yet hot, and I tossed back my head as Jack continued to work his magic. My long blonde hair feathered over the pillow, creating a silky curtain as I rocked back and forth.
Who would have thought that good oral hygiene could feel so fucking sexy? The minty sensation spread through my pussy, making my labia tingle and turning my clit into a hot zone. I felt like I was on fire as the warmth radiated through my body, spreading outward in delicious flickers.
“Oh, baby,” I whispered. “Lick me harder. Make me come.”
“Like this?” Jack asked, moving his mouth away long enough to speak before resuming those dreamy licks and nips. He set exactly the right pace, playing and teasing, letting the pleasure and the pressure build at a perfect rhythm.
“Yes,” I sighed, “exactly like that.”
He gave me a little more. His tongue probed me, tricked along my lips and then slid inside my cunt. He used his hands to keep my body steady, my hips resting gently in his large, steady palms. As I started grinding against him, he upped the intensity, licking harder and firmer along the seam of my body until I thought I couldn’t take any more. I knew that in moments I would come with the ferocity of a Fourth of July firecracker, with explosions that would rocket through both my husband and myself. But once again, Jack surprised me. Sliding up on the bed, he maneuvered his body so that he could enter me with his large and ready hard-on.
To have his cock inside me after his tongue had gotten me all warm and wet was the ultimate erotic feeling. I started squeezing him instantly, my pussy contracting like a powerful fist around his rock-hard shaft, making him moan with the enthusiasm of my body’s response. Jack’s thick cock, with its bulbous tip, plunged into me. As I squeezed him, he thrust harder into me, slamming against my body until his balls met my skin.
“Fuck me, baby,” I said, staring into his eyes and taking in the glossy wetness that lingered around his mouth, wetness that had come from my body. “And kiss me,” I added, hesitating before saying, “so I can taste my juice on your lips.”
Those words were just dirty enough to make Jack moan, and he leaned forward to stare deeply into my eyes as he pumped me. Then he did as I’d asked, bringing his mouth to mine, parting my lips with his tongue. We shared a kiss flavored by both the minty-freshness of the mouthwash and the sweet muskiness of my own juices. The combination was so sexy that it finally made me climax. My contractions swelled dramatically from deep within my body, bringing him right up to the edge along with me.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, biting onto my bottom lip as he came. “Oh, Sonia.” He shot his load inside me and then stayed sealed to my body, before finally pulling his spent cock from my pussy.
We took a much needed and well-deserved break then, sprawled lazily on the rumpled bedclothes, both of us trying to regain our sense of balance. After several minutes, Jack started discussing our plans for the day. He thought we might go sightseeing since we were, after all, on vacation. There were beaches to walk along, surf to tiptoe through. We had snorkeling junkets to book, mai tais to drink. But I had other ideas, and I relaxed against the pillows and whispered, “Baby, are you thirsty?” I used a coy expression of mine that always lets him know that I have some kinky treat in store for him.
“Thirsty?” Jack asked, wondering what I was planning. “For what?”
“There’s an ice machine down the hall,” I said suggestively. “Why don’t you go and fill us up a bucket.”
Without another word, Jack slid into one of the plush white terry-cloth robes kindly provided by the hotel and went on his mission for ice. I heard the chips clinking in the plastic bucket, and I grinned as Jack opened the door and brought the ice to the bed. Now it was my turn to play.
As Jack watched intently, I took a chip of ice and sucked until my mouth was nice and cold. Then I told him to roll over so that he was on his stomach, facedown on the bed. He gave me a quizzical look but then obeyed, rolling over on the mattress and putting his hands over his head to hold onto the bars of the metal headboard. I didn’t have to tell him to do that. He guessed without my help that he would need something to hold onto in order to keep himself still.
For a few lust-filled seconds I paused to observe my husband’s delicious body. He is tall and well built, with tanned skin the color of freshly baked gingerbread. His hair is a slightly darker shade of brown, like milk chocolate, and he wears it long, so that I have something to run my fingers through. But on this morning, I wasn’t concerned with his attractive face, his sculptured jaw or the lines of the muscles that run along his back. No, where I wanted to spend some time was with his lower region, the twin mounds of his firm, round ass.
As I admired Jack, I gently played my fingertips along his asscheeks until he moaned. It was obvious to me that he didn’t know what I was going to do next, and that slight apprehension was extremely arousing to him. I let him wonder for a few moments more because I could tell that what he didn’t know was making him hard.
Finally, with a gentle motion, I cupped his cheeks in my hands and spread them wide apart, disclosing his little pink anus. The sight of it made me damp all over again. Then I wet the tip of my pinkie and tickled the rim of his hole, skating my cool fingertip around and around. Jack moaned and shifted on the bed as I parted his cheeks as wide as I could. Then I bent, and with my still-icy tongue in a point, ran it around his tiny rosebud.
“Oh fuck, that’s cold,” he said.
“But you like it?” I asked as I reached for another ice chip.
In response, Jack groaned and lifted his hips. I sucked on a piece of ice until it had practically frozen the tip of my tongue, then I resumed my oral activities. I continued flicking my tongue over his quivering asshole as he groaned and clutched the headboard a little more tightly.
“That is so fucking dirty,” Jack said into the pillows. “Don’t stop.”
I wasn’t about to stop. Instead, I slipped one hand under his hips and held onto his shaft, jerking it firmly while I pressed my face deeper between his cheeks. I could feel his cockhead getting wet again, his precome making his erection slick and difficult to grasp. And as I pumped Jack’s dick, I traced designs over his asshole with my tongue, exactly like he does when he’s eating my cunt. But I could tell it wasn’t enough; my husband wanted more.
Moving back, I wet two of my fingers in my mouth and slowly pushed those into his asshole. With one hand, I kept his cheeks spread wide. Then I started gently fucking him with my hand, plunging in deep and withdrawing. Jack helped, humping the mattress as I finger-fucked him until he simply couldn’t take the sensations anymore. At least, that’s what he thought. As he approached his limit for the second time that morning, I put a third finger into his hole, filling his velvety tunnel. I was so turned on that I had to reach down and stroke myself with my free hand. Just as I was about to climax, Jack told me to stop.
“Sonia, hold it,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper. What he really meant was “let go,” because he wanted us in a sixty-nine. Quickly. “I want to come in your mouth,” he said breathlessly.
I did as he said, sliding next to him on the mattress head-to-tail as he rolled onto his side. He immediately grabbed my slender hips and pulled me toward his mouth, introducing his tongue to my clit for the second time of the morning. My cunt felt relaxed and ready for round two. In fact, I could imagine spending all day—all weekend, even—in bed with my husband, fucking until we could no longer talk or walk.
I parted my lips and welcomed his cock down my throat. But even as I sucked him hungrily, I played my fingertips along the crack of his ass, stroking and strumming him toward a body-tingling, bed-shaking orgasm. And as Jack approached his orgasm, he didn’t forget about me—or my needs. In fact, the hotter he got, the more carefully he worked me, taking me on one of my most favorite trips of all.
My husband likes to trace the letters of the alphabet over my clit, all the way from A to Z. He takes his time, as if he’s going to be graded on penmanship, and I generally come by L, if not sooner. Sometimes he even hums the ABC song simultaneously, and the vibrations flow through my body, thrilling me from the inside out.
As I sucked him that morning, he began his ABC game. Yet as I was getting into the groove, he stopped at D, wanting to change positions again so that I was on my back and he was poised above me. I got a good look at Jack’s cock, which was turning purplish at the head, before taking it back in my mouth. I had to reach up for it—my body straining, my lips open for his thick, swollen prick. Usually, I adore stroking his sensitive skin with my tongue before pulling his dick into my mouth, but now I wanted to get right to it, wanted to feel the head pounding against the back of my throat.
Jack would not be rushed. Moving slowly, he teased us both, dipping his cock into my mouth for one long beat before pulling out and rubbing himself along my lips and cheeks so that they were wet and shiny. I opened my mouth, waiting for him to plunge in again, but instead, he shifted his body so that his balls were poised over my open lips. Then he leaned forward, dunking them in my mouth. I sucked gently, losing myself in his scent. I could have spent hours in that position, going back and forth between caressing his balls with my tongue and then slurping his powerful cock.
While I played with him, Jack continued the game with his tongue against my pussy. Now that we were in sync, he resumed his ABC routine. And as usual, by the time he was halfway through the alphabet, I had reached my peak, bucking against his mouth during L, M, N, O and P, coming on his lips and sucking his cock even harder, taking him down to the root. Groaning into my pussy, he shot his load as my own climax continued flowing through me. I could feel his thick white cream spurting against my tongue and trickling down my throat.
We were silent for a few seconds, especially since I had to swallow. Then Jack swiveled around so that we were facing the same direction, and he took me into his arms. He didn’t seem to care that we were both drenched with sex juices and sweat. Jack looked at me and said, “You’re beautiful, Sonia.” He hugged me tightly as I thought that this was the perfect way to start our vacation.