The Possible Breeding

I lay down beside her, and we kissed. My tongue thrust into her mouth, an
imitation at one end of what I intended at the other. When she sucked on my
tongue, I stroked between her legs. They opened, and I touched her labia.

So far, I'd been speeding, reprising our earlier play. Having reached the point
we had reached in the shower, I slowed down, remembering the early
ejaculation I had had earlier. I wanted Tracy to have, so to speak, a boeuf
Bourguignon of a sexual experience.

So I kept to the outside of her nether lips for a while, returning to her thighs,
cupping her mound. Meanwhile, I gave major attention to the kiss. When I
broke that, it was to kiss her chin and jawline around to her ear. I sucked on
her lobe, then blew across the ear.

She shivered. "You think I'm easy," she said. "Blow on my ear, and I'll let you
have your way with me."

"I thought you were having your way with me."

"Well, *you* are easy." She grinned at me.

"Au contraire, my dear," I said. "I'm definitely hard."

When she reached down to check, I involuntarily thrust at her hand. "Be
careful, love. You might be able to harden me again, but the sperm take much
longer to produce."

"Then why don't you just come in now? I'm ready." I knew she was ready, but
she could get far readier.I wanted one of Tracy's force-six orgasms. "Plant
those seeds!"

"A sowing we will go," I sang. "A sowing we will go. Hi-ho a dario, a sowing
we will go."

She laughed, and her arousal dropped for a moment.

I kissed her mouth again, just briefly. Then I kissed down to her breast. By the
time I had kissed all the smoothness, she was as aroused as she'd been before
my song. I licked the upthrust nipple before sucking it into my mouth. I
parted her lower lips and stroked between them. I continued that stroking as I
kissed across her cleavage and up to the other nipple.

Resting on my elbow, I could move my left arm only on that pivot. That still
allowed me to reach her ear. I began to rub the lobe between finger and
thumb. She breathed more deeply. Her ear was not only attractive, but also
responsive.

Responsive in another way, as well. I raised off her breast to ask, "Do you
know how lovely you are?" I licked at a nipple before continuing. "Face, sure.
Lovely blond hair, sure. But your ear is so cute." I traced the upper curve with
one finger. "And your breasts." I stopped to kiss the underside of the near
one. "Even through bra and blouse, everyone can guess their delightful,
upthrust shape. But only I know..." I bent back down to give a long, sucking
kiss to the nearest nipple. The smooth stiffness between my lips felt so good,
her sigh sounded so accepting, that I bent further over to kiss the other one
before I continued. "... the pert shape of the nipple on the end -- and the
roughness of the pinkness around them." I licked her areola for a bit then,
enjoying the tickle of the bumps on my tongue.

I dragged my mouth off her to say. But only I know the sexiness of your front
view: the mound and its smoothness..." I trailed my fingersthrough that
wiriness. "... the lips below..." He tickled the outer ones and then parted them.
"... the warmth between." as I licked the sweetness from my fingers.

I went back to sucking her nearer nipple, but my attention was all on this
hand. I drew my middle finger up through her warm liquid, spreading it
further up her valley.

She stiffened in anticipation every time I approached the junction of her lips,
but I stopped just short and returned. When I passed my finger over her clit,
she gasped.

I claimed that open mouth with mine, then thrust my finger into her center.
For minutes I explored one end with my tongue and the other with my finger.
I circled my finger inside her entry, enjoying the stricture as I lessened it.
She gasped when I first rubbed the bump on top of her tunnel. I left it to
stretch her entryway another micron. I returned to raise her readiness another
degree.

Continuing the teasing below, I returned to her breasts for another feast. I
sucked on a nipple while I withdrew my finger and returned it with a
companion. Then I licked and lipped the bottoms of her breasts. Holding my
right hand still, I kissed down to her navel.

When I tongued that, she writhed, moving herself around my fingers instead
of my moving the fingers inside her. She also laughed and relaxed from her
height of arousal. When -- still laughing -- she pushed me away from that
spot, I allowed myself to be moved downward. One kiss above her bald
slickness, one kiss at the corner of her pelvis, one kiss inside her thigh.

Then I was there, kneeling between her legs and licking between her lips. She
tensed when I tasted the bud where her lips met. My fingers returned to the
bump. I slid them in and out, licking the bud every time my finger tips
withdrew from the bump.

"Don." Her voice sounded strained. She reached down to grip my hair. I
surrounded her clitoris with my mouth and sucked gently. At the same
moment, I rubbed the bump on top of her tunnel more firmly. "Don!"

I let her pull me up her body, turning my hand as she did so. I stopped for a
moment with my erection near my right hand. When I got it on the back of
my two spread fingers, I followed that groove until it reached her warmth.

With my tip just inside her, I shifted my hand up beside her shoulder. "I'm
here," I said. After she raised her knees, I pressed forward. All her warmth
surrounded mem until I rested my mound on hers and our nakedness became
one... The slide through her luscious interior had taken me near the edge. But
she, having already been to the edge and back twice, would be ready for me.

On my next withdrawal, I put my hand palm-down between our bodies. My
thumb pressed the top of her lips while I thrust inward, pushing her clitoris
closer to the friction of my rod. Three fingers pushed her abdomen just
above her pubis while I withdrew slowly, assuring that her G-spot was in the
path of the crown of my glans.

My sensations, meanwhile, were exquisite. She was tight around me and yet
soft. Where I rubbed against her, she was silky smooth. And then she was
tighter yet, and gripping me. She was ready. I could let myelf go.

I drew out until only my crowned tip was in her. As I trembled there, I could
feel her inner lips against both sides of my crown. Then I abandoned all my
restraint to drive myself forward until naked sexes mingled. Her gasp echoed
my groan as I poured out into her.

Then she was moaning softly in my ear and writhing under me and driving
herself against me. She was clutching around him, milking the seed out with
her milking muscles of her hot wetness. She seemed to continue forever, and
then she shuddered and lay still. One last tremor squeezed me out. I
extricated my hand and tried to support my own weight as we both lay gasping
for breath.

When a little strength returned, I kissed between her breasts and eased
myself down her body. I kissed her beside her navel. "Swim, little swimmers,"
I started to sing. I was hoarse, and I had to clear my throat and start over.

"Swim little swimmers, inward, inward
Swim little swimmers, inward, inward
In there you should be gallopin'
Find the tubes we call fallopi'n

"Swim little swimmers, upward, upward
Swim little swimmers, upward, upward
Find the egg you seek above
Give us fruit for our love.

"Swim little swimmers, search throughout
Swim like a turned-on, hyped-up trout
Swim for one of her lovely ova.
For one to win, you all turn rover.

"In search of that ovum, you should zoom
Then snuggle together in her womb
When you're in her quim, it's time to swim
Swim, little swimmers, swim!"