A Game We Played

It was a game we played.

She unbuttoned my shirt.

I unbuttoned her blouse.

She pulled my shirt off my arms,
Dropped it on the floor.

I pulled her blouse off her arms,
Tossed it next to my shirt,
On the floor.

She worked my t-shirt up my body,
Pulled it over my head,
It fell next to my shirt,
On the floor.

I reached behind her,
With both hands,
Unfastened her bra,
Pulled it down her arms,
Allowed it to fall,
On top of my t-shirt,
On the floor.

She kissed,
Sucked first one,
Then the other,
Of my nipples.

I sucked,
Nibbled,
Teased,
Her nipples.

She pulled my head up,
With her hand in my hair,
Pushed her tongue,
Between my teeth,
Locked our mouths together.

My hands,
Found the zipper,
In the front of her jeans,
Worked it down,
Until only her bikinis,
Were between my fingers,
And her cunt;
Massaged slowly,
Through the,
Very moist fabric.

One of her hands,
Unbuckled my belt,
Unbuttoned,
First one,
Then the next,
Until all four were undone;
Her hand,
Pushed the waist,
Of my jeans,
And my briefs,
Down just below my ass,
Down enough,
That my cock,
Was there for her hand,
To grip.

One of my hands,
Slid around the waist,
Of her bikini,
Pushed it down,
In back;
Followed the crease,
Between her cheeks,
Until it found her,
Tight,
Puckered,
Little hole,
Where it caressed,
Around,
And,
Around.

Her hand moved from,
Gripping the hair on my head,
Holding our mouths together,
To the waist of her own bikini,
Pushed it down in front,
So that my fingers,
Were no long separated from,
Her cunt by fabric,
But able to,
Part their lips,
And enjoy her increasing,
Arousal.

My finger moved,
Between those lips,
Until well moistened,
It moved,
From between those lips,
Around back of her hips,
To replace the other one,
Caressing around,
Her highly puckered little,
Ass hole.

Her hand,
Guided the head,
Of my cock;
Massaging,
Between her cunt lips,
Further arousing her,
In preparation,
For my entry.

My moistened finger,
Caressing around,
Her tightly puckered,
Little ass hole,
Paused,
The suddenly,
Pressed firmly,
Slid deeply,
Into her,
Causing her hips,
To buck forward,
Against my hips.

Her hand,
Gripping,
Stroking my cock,
Rubbing it between,
Her cunt lips,
Guided it into,
Her cunt,
As her hips,
Bucked forward,
Against mine.

My hand,
Gripping her ass,
Pull my hips,
Held my hips,
Tightly against her,
So that my cock,
Drove,
Stayed,
Deeply,
Inside her cunt.

Her hands,
Both of them,
Now,
Similarly,
Gripped,
My ass;
I could feel her fingernails,
As she tightened her grip,
Using her hands,
To pulls us,
Rhythmically,
Together;
Grinding my pelvis,
Against hers;
My cock,
Into her cunt;
Repeatedly.

Her hips,
Rocked against mine,
My pelvis against hers,
My cock in and out,
Of her cunt,
In time to,
My finger,
Moving,
In and out,
Of her ass.

At the perfect moment,
One of her fingers,
Drove into my own,
Puckered,
Ass hole.

With in seconds,
In rhythm to our hips,
Against each other,
My cock in and out of her cunt,
Her finger in and out of me,
My finger in and out of her,
We came,
Magnificently,
Together.

We stood there,
Trembling,
Hips twitching,
Sweat covered,
Braced against each other,
Mouths locked together,
Barely allowing,
The panting breaths we both needed,
Bare chests mashed together,
Her nipples against mine,
Hips tightly ground together,
Pubic hair soaked,
My cock still in her,
Her finger still in me,
My finger still in her,
Our combined cum,
Ran out of her cunt,
Around my cock,
Dripped from my balls,
Dripped from her cunt lips,
Ran down our legs,
Wetting our jeans,
Where we had pushed them,
Part way down our legs,
Around our thighs.

We were,
Satiated,
Together.