muffindoodle

I bought a pound of bing cherries this week, hoping that Muffinman and I could find something amusing to do with them. Last night we did.

I took a bath and came to bed wearing an extremely short black lace teddy. Muffinman was lying there, looking irresistibly sexy as always. He put down his book and picked up the bowl of cherries with a speculative look in his gorgeous blue eyes. :-) (Yeah, yeah, I'm besotted with the guy. Shoot me.)

Pretty soon I was lying with my feet pointing at both poles while Muffinman worked a cherry in and out of my pussy, licking it and licking me. Eventually the cherry was abandoned (I found it on the floor by the bed this morning and ate it), and Muffinman slammed his fingers in and out of my cunt and lapped at my clit until I came repeatedly, gasping and crying out.

I was extremely unwilling to move away from his hands and tongue, but when I reached out and found his rigid cock, I slid off the bed, got on tiptoes, bent over and invited Muffinman to fuck me senseless. Which he did.

I love, love, love being fucked from behind. He got inside me so deep that it felt like he was ramming against my tonsils. It didn't take long until he came, grabbing my ass and bellowing. I could feel his cock throb as he shot his load way up inside my cunt.

We both fell back onto the bed. It took a long time for our breathing to return to normal (and for my toes and other various parts to stop tingling).

He's lying on the bed, prone. Slutmuffin tells me to suck his cock. I can see the intense look in her eyes, the hunger. I take his cock in my mouth, stroking with my hand and my tongue. Slutmuffin is watching, stroking her clit, readying herself. She growls "my turn." He turns over and glides into her swollen, wet cunt and loses his load, rigid in orgasm, face contorted, eyes bulging. I can see her face in victory; the beast slain in a single thrust.

Such are my fantasies.