You and your man have gone out to your back yard, him in his shorts and you in your long floral skirt and sandals, to celebrate the onset of summer under the towering, watchful oak tree's shade.

You can't wait to show him the surprises you have for him.

Between your soft, frequent kisses, it's amazing how you two manage to even get the beige picnic sheet laid out. Perhaps it's because you wanted to lay on your back and get back to kissing?

He crawls up over you, between your legs, cupping your uplifted cheeks before mentioning how he adores your radiant smile, kissing your cheeks left and right, then your nose, then bringing his full lips upon yours.

Your bare legs move against his, his knee pushing up your skirt, until he discovers you're not wearing any panties.

You giggle as his eyes widen, your hips grinding slowly against his knee.

As you can imagine, he certainly didn't expect this. Surprise number one.

You tell him it's okay to lift your skirt and take a look at you. You want him to look at you and be awed, as he's never seen your nethers before.

At least not until today, on his twenty first birthday.

Now he's sweating.

Nervously, he nods and moves your skirt up some more, sucking in his breath and gazing down.

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally no longer have the need to guard what remains of your modesty from him.

His eyes fall upon your mound and he becomes utterly transfixed.

He's licking his lips to keep himself from drooling. Damn. His mouth is watering. What the hell. Of course he doesn't imagine you saw that reflexive reaction. But still... what the heck is up with that?

Unexpectedly, he looks up at you, tight lipped and resolute, and tells you you have an incredibly beautiful pussy... then there's a pause... and if you didn't know better, you'd say that was a fearful pause.

That much is obvious as sweat beads on his forehead and runs down his face, but not as obvious as the stammering of his words as he asks you if he can eat you out.

You nearly sit upright, pulling back to prop yourself up on your arms. What did he say? Then you search his nearly worshipful hazel eyes and realize he is not kidding.

Hey, you started this. You showed him that forbidden part of you that you wouldn't let him see before.

But why? you ask out loud.

Now he's embarrassed and ashamed; which is not hard to imagine since as far as he knows, you're about to hop up and run. Stammering some more, he tells you it's because you're so beautiful... it's the only way he knows to make love to you.

Oh, there are other ways, you think, but jeez, that a nice guy. He could be really suave with a little help. Er, with you, that is.

Your pussy was tingling; now it's clenching hungrily. This is usually when you go hump a pillow and hope memories of your now ex husband laughing at your request for a fingerfuck, don't resurface. But your ex isn't here, now is he?

Still, this is going way further than you planned.

But your pussy is practically throbbing at the thought of his sun tanned caramel face between your fleshy ivory thighs. You've just [i]got[/i] to feel this.

So you tell him you'll think about it, and don't he try to goad you into intercourse. He nods emphatically, saying he'd never try anything as brutish as spoiling your beauty like that.

You almost snort. News flash! Beautiful or not, you could use some brutish spoiling. Just not today. But you don't tell him; although you make a note to set him straight later.

He nods and lowers his head, apologizing for being so rude and forward. You roll your eyes and swing your legs under you, going from sitting upright to crawling forward like you would when your little brother swatted you upside the head as a kid and tried to make a run for it. Except this time, you're older, bigger, and damned turned on by this young man's shyness.

You have an inch and a few pounds on him, plus quite a few years. Forcing him on his back is no problem for a farm girl like you.

He pushes back, no doubt surprised by you, but you force his hands back down and straddle him, then take a moment to look into his amazed eyes. You command him to lay on his back now, and he nods, confusion written all over his face.

You settle on your knees and then sit up, your arms rested on your thighs as you study him, waiting to see if he's going to try to buck you off... almost daring him to. Knowing that he's far too bewildered to resist, you then smile and slowly open your creamy blouse, revealing your generous breasts threatening to burst out of your white bra. You then reach behind you and an instant later, your bra is unclasped, though it hangs there, teasingly, denying him a full view of your bosom. You just like the way he stares at your breasts.

Breasts. That's what he always calls them. He'll learn 'tits' soon enough, when you want him to talk dirty.

But for now, baby steps.

You lean slightly, one hand seemingly insecurely holding your bra in place while the other reaches into the picnic basket to retrieve a green, seedless grape with the tips of your long, crimson manicured fingers. Now you can feel his erection pushing up at you, he's so aroused.

You smile and wiggle a little, then take off your bra, casting it aside, breathing deeply and slowly as you again reveal to him your pancake sized areolae and bullet stiff nipples that he has suckled so well in the past. You smile as the fingers of your other hand bring the grape to your tongue, which curls, drawing it slowly into your mouth. Then you close your lips and lift your head, swallowing the grape whole, letting him see your throat working to guide it down into your belly. You let out a soft moan, gyrating your hips and clenching your abdominal muscles while your hands caress and then frame your belly, making him imagine your body celebrating the grape's arrival in your stomach.

His mouth falls wide open.

That's when you lean forward and fall upon him, expertly bringing your mouth down upon his, your lips coaxing his open.

Your tongue slides into his mouth, delivering to him the grape he thought you'd swallowed. His loud moan says it all - and so does his smile afterwards.

You manage to bite the grape in half with his help, and share the juices back and forth across each other's dueling tongues, until you sit back up and you both eat it and lick your lips.

You smile widely at him, then lift yourself up over him, telling him to put his hands at his sides. He nods and complies, allowing you to move up, your legs pinning his arms, until you're finally kneeling right over his face.

A slight sense of dizziness creeps over you as you lift your skirt up over his head; he knows what's coming, and you've never been so freaky before. But that's why you're pushing forward - this is just another inhibition forced upon you by your ex, and which you're destroying forever.

It's not wrong. It really isn't.

Unhesitantly, you position your womanhood right over his face, straddling his head, but you don't kneel down. You sit upright and lift your skirt, catching the edge with your teeth, reaching down to find your pussy lips and spread them open, letting him see your vaginal muscles pulsating for him.

You ask him if he likes looking at your pussy, and he moans out loud, absolutely yes! Then you grin and lean forward so you can watch, gently circling your clit, telling him to breathe deep and smell your horny pussy... but no sooner than you speak, than his head pushes up, his nose pressing into your mound. He breathes deeply, adoringly, as if he were savoring a vintage wine. Indeed, it's intoxicating for you just to watch him smell your pussy like that and then even moan with such great appreciation for your scent!

Smiling down at him, you gently push his head down, telling him to stay flat on his back. He complies and licks his lips, and you reach into the picnic basket to grab a thick, stubby piece of honeydew melon, bringing the cool fruit slice right to your entrance.

You tell him to watch closely, as your fingers push the slice up into your puckered hole. Your pussy spreads open to accept it, as your fingers push it further in. He gasps as your inner muscles naturally contract and, to your surprise, the melon slice slides in. You can feel your hole relaxing, and you realize your pussy just swallowed it whole.

You giggle with shock and ask him if he can see it still. He says no, he wishes he could but he can't.

Mmm. It's disappeared inside you, huh? That's one way to feed a hungry vagina. You smile and wiggle over his face, then stop briefly, clenching your pussy muscles.

That wetness. That warm, familiar wetness, surges through you. As you bow your head and watch, you see the droplets of melon juice drip right onto his full lips.

Quickly, you tell him to open his lips, and he does. Your fingers slowly rub your clit, circling it a few times, and then a few more drops come out of you, right into his waiting mouth.

He licks his lips and swallows eagerly. You ask him tenderly if he likes the taste, and he says yes, yes, very much. You nod and ask him if he'd like to drink from your pussy and his mouth falls open for a different reason - thirst. His mouth is now watering!

You giggle and tell him that you get very wet when you cum, and you want him to drink your juices from you. You're using the melon to make it taste better.

He moans, no way, you taste good already. You smile and shake your head, telling him if he wants the natural taste of you, then you'll sit down on his mouth so he can suck out the melon. He says he'd be glad to, please, sit on his lips. So you do, slowly, lowering yourself upon him until your pussy meets his mouth.

Wow. Those nice, full lips. Open and waiting. No way is he going to be left waiting; you ease yourself into position, wiggling into place, relaxing on your heels to fully, firmly plant yourself.

First, you feel your pussy lips grinding into his face, smothering his lips; then you feel his nose rub against your prominent clit. Your body shudders and your breasts heave. His eyes are all over you - your belly button, your breasts, and your ecstatic face as your teeth lose hold of the skirt.

The skirt falls, but it's too late to bother. He's sucking you. Damn, he's sucking you so gently. Your eyes widen with dumbstruck amazement as he nurses your pussy, the suction tugging lovingly at your insides, drawing the melon slice forward. The tiny thing feels massive inside you as it moves, caressing your pussy, until it emerges from your vagina and falls into his mouth.

He moans loudly, deeply with appreciation as he eats the cum sweetened melon slice.

Wow. Goodness gracious! His voice is deep and strong! It rumbles through your vagina and sends goosebumps up your body so powerful that your pussy clenches hard. You can already feel it coming.

You need to fuck his face, now. There's no stopping this. You're [i]going[/i] to cum. The explosion is ripping its way out of your molten core right now.

Suddenly, you thrust forward, pumping your pussy lips across his face, grinding your clit into his nose and lips. Your rhythm is all erratic, but who cares? In a moment you'll be carried away on the wings of bliss and his face will be a fucking mess. You want that so bad, and you can tell he does, too.

Your vision blurs and your insides collapse completely in an orgasmic spasm that leaves you breathless. Warm wetness shoots through your vagina and you let out a long, happy sigh as you relax and let your musky cum rush into his mouth. Ooh, to be able to gush without feeling so ashamed of your body... and have a willing, loving mouth under you waiting to drink your squirts. What exactly did you do to deserve this?

You grip your thighs and push down, grinding, spilling your creamy load of hot womancum all over his chin, nose and cheeks.

Wow, what a nice load your pussy made in honor of him... his face is now super wet and slippery. An easy ride, or so your pussy find out. The friction is almost nonexistent as your pussy slips and slurps loudly across his face.

Ahh, another orgasm, another warm creamy flood. It's okay, just cum all over his face and in his mouth. He doesn't mind. Just mash your breasts and play with your nipples and cum all over him.

You let out a long sigh of joy as your orgasms start to run together, the wet slickness of your cum on his face making it so easy to pump and thrust and keep cumming...

and that's when you come up for air, like a diver that's been under the water too long. You suddenly take in a deep gasp and then another, until you find your spasms are keeping you breathless!

Damn, it's his tongue! He slipped it into you!

Oooh yes, he's wiggling it around, licking you clean!

You can't help but sit down hard, knowing by his nose breathing out on your clit that he's doing fine down there, but desperately needing his tongue deeper!

Around and around and around his tongue goes, probing, licking, swirling.

You tense up again and then sigh deep, letting go of all self control so your rising orgasm can take you where it will.

Your pussy grabs and claims his long tongue as yours, then you're squeezed breathless by your own body as he holds his tongue up in you.

You squirt again.

You really should get up, but why bother? He breathes deeply through his nose, as if smelling you, then moans like a man intoxicated. Oh yeah, you'd be a fool not to enjoy him for as long as he wants to be down there.

You close your eyes and gyrate, reveling in the warm pool of wetness soaking his face and lubricating your thrusts. His face smells like pussy - for that matter, the heady scent of pussy is all in the air, too. Yes, world, that's you, well satisfied no less, thanks to your lover.

A few more gentle but sweetly satisfying tremors later, you gently tug at your nipples and suck them, enjoying his tongue licking around in your pussy, and then you sit still and lift your skirt.

There he is, his tongue outstretched, wiggling, stroking you. He's smiling up at you like a kid set loose in a candy store.

Then, he sucks you again. More warm cum flows through you. You relax and prepare to flood his mouth some more...

and then you realize...

You don't want him to suck you dry! Not just yet.

Quickly, you slide back, leaving a slick trail of womancum on his bare chest, and deftly plant your lips on his, sticking your tongue into his mouth. Alas, he's already eaten the melon slice. Blah. But that's okay - you can share the taste of you in his mouth. What a good reason to kiss him deep and kiss him for a long time!

You never minded licking your juices off your finger before - it's especially fun to surprise him and run your tongue around in his mouth to taste yourself!

Goodness, he smells like musky horny pussy. Maybe you'll send him to class like this on Monday morning. What better way to say "Mine. Do not touch!" than to cum all over his face and then massage it in with your fingers?

Oh now that's nasty. LOL.

He asks you if he can lick you some more, and you tell him no. This won't be your last time together, you promise. You slide your body further down over his, until you are confronted with the towering erection pushing up his shorts.

Now you've seen the monster in there before - indeed you've sucked him dry a few times - but you just have to see it again. You're about to cum just thinking about it.

You open his shorts, and quickly take down his shorts and briefs. There, hidden from the world, lie a dark, veiny organ half as long as your forearm, with a broad mushroom shaped head already glistening with pre-cum.

Your pussy tingles like crazy. If ever there was a vaginal equivalent of having an empty stomach for a day, it was this. He could lick his nose with his tongue, but that just didn't subsitute for having this pumping away inside you.

Quickly, you stand up and take off your skirt, tossing it aside. Then you squat over his waist, bringing his cock to your entrance. He stiffens and moans, and you tell him you're going to stroke his cock with your pussy lips. He groans, saying he might cum, and you say it's alright, you'll clean him up.

Puzzled, he looks at you in silence, but all too quickly you let him know what you mean when your hand presses his cock against his body and you kneel down, planting your pussy lips on its throbbing underside.

His cock jerks as you sit down completely, then thrust slowly...

... caressing his huge, throbbing undervein with your nether lips.

His body stiffens as your pussy spills cum all over his thick penis, your labia stroking him back and forth.

Then his breath catches.

Then he closes his eyes and groans.

Your hips pump back and forth over him a few more times, stroking his cock with your pussy lips, until you see his cock grow hard as steel.

He's about to cum.

Pondering that, you thrust too far, and his cock-head catches against your entrance, his mushroom head bluffing at demanding entry.

But you're not into bluffs.

Your vagina is empty and wanting, and his cock is just the right thing to fulfill your hunger.

You readjust yourself and catch his cock-head in your hole, pushing back and down to pull it in. It slides right into you.

Just the cockhead.

No, wait. Some of his shaft can come in, too.

Mmm.... now, a little more.

His mouth is wide open with amazement, his body tense beneath you, as you push down onto him.

Hmmm. He's already so far inside you that you can't feel where his cock head is. It's somewhere in your molten core, and still going deeper!

A little more slides into you... damn what a long, fat penis this is!

Your insides are stretching, but you're so wet and horny! Your depths relax and swallow more of him, until suddenly, you find yourself firmly planted in his lap.

Looking down, you're surprised. You finally have him entirely inside you, and you feel totally stuffed with his cock. Your body is frozen - not because of any pain - but because it's been so long since you've felt warm, human flesh throbbing inside you, and the first time you've felt anything this big filling you up. Not even your vibrator lights a candle to this!

His mouth is still hanging open, and his hands are now free, his nearly white-knuckled fists clutching handfuls of grass torn from the very ground.

His penis twitches defiantly, confounding his attempts at self control, and in no time you find your hips needing to gyrate in response. You can hear his cock slurping inside you, its broad head lost somewhere in your clenching belly, aimed at your womb.

Any moment now, it'll start shooting his milky white nectar into you.

And now you lick your lips and tell him the final surprise of his birthday. Hell, it's a surprise to you that you're finally doing what you resolved to do back on New Year's Eve.

You ease yourself up, then slide back down his length, telling him not to worry. He mutters back, but his throat is so dry he almost chokes, asking you what do you mean. Smiling wickedly at him, you pump yourself up and down on him one more time, telling him tenderly to relax. He counters that he'll cum. You slide your hands up your belly and cup your breasts for him, telling him to just look at your breasts for a moment.

He squirms now, repeating his warning... he's going to cum inside you.

You nod, telling him you know, you still want him to admire your breasts, it'll help him shoot better inside you.

His mouth really falls open now.

You mash your breasts together and gently pull at your nipples, telling him that you want to grow old with him but not childless. You settle in his lap and tighten your lip, clenching his cock. He shudders and lets go of the grass, reaching out to touch your legs.

He finally says... are you sure? this... this is just too good to be true.

Not exactly the words one should say, but hey, he's young and nervous, and certainly not the smoothest guy in the world like your ex husband was. Oh wait, he was a fucking jerk. To hell with smoothness.

You breathe deeply and take his hands in yours, caressing his fingers, telling him softly that he's a wonderful man who will one day make a woman a happy wife and mother. After seeing the confusion creeping across his face, you then smile and add that you want him to cum inside you so that woman will be you.

Of course, all of these distractions help to draw him back from the clutches of his impending climax.

As the widest, happiest smile you've ever seen, dawns on his face, you raise up and then plant him inside you again. And again. And again.

His flesh surges back and forth inside you, your pussy squishing loudly around him, churning him, drawing him further into you than he, or any man, has ever been, both physically and spiritually.

Your hips move faster.

You can tell by the look in his eyes exactly when he finally surrenders to you and his universe implodes, leaving only the protective feeling of your silky, warm, wet pussy completely enveloping him. It makes you smile...

His back arches slightly as you start to really bounce on him, working your muscles skillfully to tighten your pussy until you're grabbing him inside you like a tight, wet fist. His whole body tenses up in response.

You begin to reflect on how much you love enfolding him physically and emotionally like this, and how good it is to be so greatly appreciated and adored in return...

Finally, his already rigid, yet slightly pliant cock swells up and stiffens up even more, like unbending steel. His breath catches in his throat as his hands squeeze yours tightly. You're almost there.

Your belly tingles with worry and anticipation. Is this really the right thing to do?

You keep bouncing, stroking his cock fast and unbelievably tight in your pussy.

Of course it's the right thing. He has dreamt so long of meeting Miss Right, of settling down and having a family, and neither of you can imagine being apart. You've been to Australia together and have even teamed up to do wedding photography. You've been to countless open houses together, for crying out loud.

You close your eyes and close your inhibitions out of your mind. Now is the time to contemplate on his swollen, rock hard cock pulsating menacingly inside you. Your lips whisper a last request to him... please, get you pregnant.

He squirms and gasps, unable to breathe deep enough to respond. You finally slow your hips and plant yourself down in his lap, holding him possessively in you, his cock head captive in the incomprehensible depths of your womanhood. He as no hope of escaping you, and you can't possibly pull him out in time.

At last, the moment you've been anticipating, finally happens. You feel his cock swell and lurch inside you.. it may have been years since you last had sex, but you never forget that first mighty pulse of a cock starting to ejaculate.

If some part of you is screaming to jump off of him, you certainly can't hear it.

You push down and gyrate, squeezing him as tight as you can, trying to subjugate his swelling flesh. For your efforts, he archs his back again and his face contorts with a pleasure far beyond his ability to comprehend, until an exultant roar even he didn't see coming, escapes his lips and booms out into the midday air.

You barely hear it over the rush of blood in your ears as your heart races; then when his cock jerks rhythmically, and you feel a warm pool of heat growing inside you, your scream rises out of your belly to join his.

Your pussy wrests control from you, spasming and clenching wildly around him, milking him, stroking him...

devouring him.

His hips buck against you, bouncing you up and down, pumping waves of his scalding hot seed so far up inside you it feels like he's flooding the very pit of your stomach. Your body gyrates uncontrollably, his cock dictating the swaying of your hips. Your nipples are so hard they hurt.

You pitch forward and dig your fingers into his chest, riding him, your pussy eagerly accepting all that he has to give.

Some time in the distant future, your pulses and his finally die down, but you don't dare move as his cock works overtime to pump those last fertile drops into you. Your eyes open again and you see his sweaty face, his chest heaving rapidly as he joins you in an attempt to catch your breaths.

He looks vulnerable there under you, utterly disoriented by his orgasm, perhaps even a little confused.

You gently lay down on him and kiss his lips, your lips working their way over to his right ear, sucking on his lobe and whispering words of encouragement to him, until you feel him stiffening up again.

He groans softly and squirms.

Slowly, you hook your legs under him and then roll both of you over, so that he's now on top.

In his ear you tell him this is the best position to conceive.

His hips start pumping as you gaze up at his face silhouetted against the sun filtering through the oak tree's leaves.

You then tell him you want him to fuck you every day until his seed hits home.

He promises he will... if you'll marry him.

You seal the deal with an emphatic yes, and during the ensuing long, deep kiss, he erupts in you again, and his seed hits home.