Catherine's Pleasure
written by:
Gatekeeper48

Catherine was descending the long, curving staircase, taking her time to answer the bell at her front door. She knew full well that she could take as much time as she wanted - her caller would not dare to leave her on her front stoop, wondering where he had disappeared to.

Had he known what vision was approaching the door on the other side, he would have given anything for the proverbial X-ray vision, just to glimpse her negligee swirling about her as she descended that long set of steps. The way the satin clung to her grand bosom, unfettered and her breasts swaying with each step, no man, but especially this man, would dare turn his eyes aside.

And, if he had been able to view this vision's descent, he would have seen the subtle movement of her derriere beneath the satin, the gown tightening across her thighs, briefly, with each step, to the point of a hint of her mons fleetingly stretching the satin to it's tightest.

She swept through the foyer, her feet encased in delicately feathered mules, a touch of her favorite Jean Paul Gaultier fragrance behind each ear, placed at her spectacular décolletage and all her most intimate pulse points. Not a hair out of place, her make-up professionally applied by her own hand, her lips afire with the brightest of reds. She would overwhelm any and all with her passion and her sensuality, with her voluptuous command of their attention and her overwhelming ability to control the intimacies of the evening.

While her visitor awaited her, he knew he was bound to require all of his manly skills. Catherine was not a woman to be trifled with. Along with her beauty and sophistication, her voluptuous figure, she was also a woman who knew what she wanted and what she wanted, from this man, at least, was his friendship and his affection, his caring and his sharp mind but, most of all, she wanted his strong arms to take hold of her, to take command and to smother her with his long-awaited hugs, to feel his warm breath on the nape of her neck, to see him taking in the splendid view of her heaving breasts, to feel his lips being so tender and delicate on hers.

She swung the door open, grandly, and taking his hand in hers, she bid him enter. And, in that foyer filled with sweeping vistas, his arms did grasp her tightly, crushing her massive breasts to his chest, her hardened nipples letting him know she was pleased to see him. With a swirl of her satin negligee, she grasped his hand and lead him into the parlor.

Catherine clasped his hand in both of hers now, as if ensuring he would not slip away. They stepped into the parlor and she lead him to the love seat in front of the roaring fire. It almost seemed like a scene from a romantic novel but, Catherine was very definitely in a romantic mood right now.

He sat at one end of the love seat and she seated herself as close to him as possible, leaning back into him, feeling his warmth, letting him take in her fragrance, letting him nuzzle into her hair, guiding his hand to cup her massive breasts. These were not just breasts, these were tits. These were such a prominent manifestation of Catherine's sexual self. For, let there be no doubt, Catherine was one incredibly sexy woman, she aroused him and aroused in him a lust and a passion and a desire to make love to her and to roughly fuck her as well. He knew she would see the difference and he felt sure that she wanted to experience both love and lust.

He grasped her breasts through her negligee. He was overwhelmed by their size and their weight. Each of her breasts more than filled the palm of his hand. He wanted very much to feel their softness and heat. He knew true treasures awaited him. He could feel the hardened points of her large, engorged nipples, poking into the palm of his hands as those hands cupped her tits. Soon, he would be suckling and feasting on these diamond-hard buds, filling his mouth with as much tit as he could fit in, reminding her of those days long ago when her breasts were milk-filled and dispensing the nourishment they provided. And truth be told, Catherine was anticipating that moment as much as he was.

His big hands and strong arms were holding her tightly and bringing her closer and closer to his chest. She was leaning her head into him, nuzzling into that space just below his chin, where a woman has felt comfortable with her man for millennia. The warmth of his hands was seeping through the satin of her negligee as they cupped her breasts. She knew what he wanted; she wanted it, as well. But, for the moment, she was content with just leaning into him, running her hand up and down his chest and fantasizing about what could come later.

What undoubtedly passed each of their minds was that these simple intimacies were certain to lead to greater intimacies. He was filled with the lust of fondling her big tits. He knew she was not wearing a bra; that was both an incredible pleasure, since it was one less garment to interfere with, but also a disappointment, in that he knew it would be so intoxicating to reach around to her back and unsnap the many hooks her bra would certainly contain. Seeing those straps relax from carrying their heavy burden, Catherine shrugging the garment off and his capturing her incredible mammaries in his hands.

Catherine knew she was having a libidinous effect on him. She had but to look to the tent being formed in the crotch of his pants. He had tried to disguise that rising lump, shifting himself on the love seat, trying to discreetly adjust his pants. But, to no avail. Her eyesight was as keen as ever. Catherine was bursting with pride in the knowledge that a man was finding her, not only attractive, but desirable and that she was arousing his ardor and his substantial penis, from the looks of it.

Catherine decided to return the manipulative favors she has been experiencing. While his hands were fondling her breasts, she took it upon herself to tenderly run her fingertips up and down the length of his tumescent penis. But, with his rapidly rising organ, she knew this was not just any mediocre tumescence; this was rapidly becoming something she had been hoping and waiting for, for some time now - a hard cock, his cock, at full strength and ready and able to provide Catherine with the pleasure and release she has been hoping was still out there for her.

Catherine once again took hold of his hands between hers. She brought both of his hands to the deep valley of her abundant cleavage. She stood up, indicating to him that he should, as well. They stood there, sharing one of their "big hugs," seeming to never want to release each other from their arms.

He felt the burning of her hard nipples in his chest. He grasped her ass with his hands, her perfectly rounded ass cheeks a treasure to hold. He leaned down and kissed her, not a gentle kiss as earlier, but a kiss filled with the heat and pressure of a lover. His tongue parted her lips and tenderly fought with her tongue. Their lips trying to devour the other's. His right had drifted up from her ass and cradled the back of her head to ensure the constant pressure of their kiss. Eventually, his other hand drifted as well, not ignoring her ass cheek but now wrapped at her waist and pressing her into his crotch. He wanted her to feel his stiff cock, fully engorged now, thrusting now into her satin covered mons, wanting Catherine to know her heat had aroused him and he was more than ready to bring her to orgasmic contentment.

With no words spoken, since no words needed to be shared, Catherine took one of his hands tenderly into hers, brought it to her lips, turned towards the door and silently lead him from the room.

Hand-in-hand, they slowly ascended the stair that she had so recently descended, he following her, with the greatest of pleasure, as he had his eyes firmly planted of each of her ass cheeks. Her bum swayed with each step she took. The muscles in her ass would tense and relax as they climbed to the next floor. His rampant penis only grew in it's stiffness while watching her. He knew that at some point, after he had her nude, he would surely be caressing and fondling and molding each of her cheeks and conclude their ass play with her cheeks being warmed with a few well-placed spanks.

For her part, Catherine knew what effect her ass was having on him. Quite possibly, she may have been adding just a little to the sway and swing of her bum, doing her best to titillate, tease and torment him, ensuring that his ardor would be at it's height and having that translate into a shared passion with him.

Finally, they entered her bedroom, a room she had just completed refurbishing, creating the look of a 1930's era Hollywood boudoir, meant to seduce and heighten all of the senses. She guided him to a large, plush chair, covered in a simple tapestry material, which also covered the canopy of the massive four-poster bed that was centered along one wall. She asked him to turn his back to her and, after he had done so, she removed his dinner jacket then turned him to face her and removed his bow tie. Next, she gently pushed him back into the chair kneeling at his feet, slipping his shoes off, followed by his socks.

As she stood up, he fixed her with his eyes and told her, "Now, take off your negligee! Hand it to me!"

As Catherine reached down to grasp the hem of her negligee, she started to breathe faster. Her pulse quickening and the first blush of her passion and lust blossoming across the cheeks of her face, that blush extending down to her breasts and her chest. If her nipples were hard before, they were aching with a need for release now.

She stood there in front of him, knowing she was in for a night of loving. She stood there now clad only in her panties, a pair of panties that matched the color of her negligee. And she could feel that her panties were growing more and more moist with each passing minute. It had been so long since she had been this ready to cling to another. She knew he was going to make love to her and she knew he was going to consume every morsel of her sexuality.

She stood there, nude but for her knickers and told him she had arranged a little fashion show for his appreciation. She had made some recent purchases of new items of lingerie and he was going to be the first to be privileged to see her wearing it, even though she knew it probably wouldn't remain on her for long, under normal circumstances. Still wearing her mules, she spun on her heals and gave him one additional surprise - her delicate panties were a thong-style, giving him the view of her amazing ass, but for the little strip of material climbing up between those full and well-rounds cheeks.

She was headed to her walk in closet. He let her get about half-way there and told her to stop and face him.

"I want you to take hold of your breasts, cup them in your hands, show me all their decadent abundance. I want you to offer them to me, now! Show me how much you want me to suckle on your teats. Suck your nipples into your mouth, one at a time and let me see how wet and hard your nipples can look."

She had never done so before, she had never offered herself to a man in such a manner but, with her rising arousal, her aching nipples, her drenched panties, she did not hesitate for a moment. She lifted her right breast to her lips and sucked, hard on that nipple. She performed the same task on the left, suddenly remembering having done the same thing when her breasts were milk-filled, curious to experience what her milk tasted like. And how she now wished these massive tits were again filled with her milk, that she could offer them to his ravenous mouth and feel him drain her of every drop of nourishment.

Finally, he told her she could proceed with her fashion show. She turned slowly, trembling, nearly faint from the eroticism of the moment, feeling that her orgasm was just seconds away if she continued with her suckling display. And, as she walked to her closet, she decided to arrange her fashion show by style of lingerie. First, her bra and panty sets, then her negligee and finally her corsetry.

She first came back into the bedroom in a bridal white bra and lace panty set, the bra a full coverage one to show that she had found something that fully supported her massive G-cup breasts. Her panties were a barely-there lace, a lace so thin, he could see her full bush, trimmed but covering all of her vulva and Mons Venus. The tight panty stretched tightly over her bush and when she turned around to retreat to the closet, the delicate seam of the panty followed the tight contour of her ass and the cleft that split those full cheeks.

She followed with an assortment of bras, bras with cups that shrank in coverage of her G-cups until she reappeared, first in a half-cup bra, with her tight nipples just exposed and finally a quarter-cup bra, really nothing more than a shelf that helped keep those wonderful tits thrust up and out from her chest wall. Her breasts were nearly in total exposure. He nipples were as firm and distended as they had ever been. Her nipples were aching for attention. She needed to have her nipples suckled and twisted between his finger and thumb, to have her nipples pulled on and stretched out to their maximum length. And it was as if he was reading her mind.

He directed her to stand right in front of him. He had her lean down, her great titties hanging out from her bra, inches away from his mouth, he, anxious to moisten his lips and grasp a nipple between them. He told her to cup her right breast and offer it to his mouth. He wanted her to feed her tight nipple to him, fully intending to heighten her passion and lust with his suckling.

And that is just what he did. He filled his mouth with all of her teat. She kept trying to thrust more and more of her breast into his mouth. She was in total ecstasy, the nerve endings of her nipples a direct super-highway connected directly to her engorged clitoris. She could sense her labia blossoming, and distending and preparing themselves for something totally carnal.

He indicated that she was to switch titties into his mouth. And, as if her lust were not pounding away in her ears before, now with her great tit swaying in front of him and filling all of his oral cavity, he clasped her turgid nipple to the roof of his mouth with his so very flexible tongue and pulled and stretched that nipple until she thought she would collapse. And that is when he quickly reached up, roughly grasped her other nipple between thumb and finger and pulled and stretched her other nipple until it must have seemed at least two inches long.

That was all Catherine could tolerate. She was filling his mouth to the satisfaction of his personal fantasy but his love-making to her breasts alone was enough to have her explode in a massive orgasm. He knew he could get to her cum and cum as she had never experienced and she did not disappoint him.

He released her nipple from his fingers. With his mouth still suckling her other nipple, his hand cupped her vulva and felt how wet her panties were. He gently pushed the gusset of her panties to the side and walked his fingers through the moist forest of her pubic hair. He knew she would soon be ready for her next orgasm and he wanted to ensure that when she did cum, she would remember it as stronger, more violent than the orgasm she has just experienced.

He asked Catherine to proceed with her fashion show, something she had nearly forgotten about in the aftermath of her orgasmic release. She went on to display her corsets, changing the order she had originally decided on. Again, she demonstrated her corsets and bustier, starting with the full-cupped versions and finally her under-bust corset that was only meant to provide some miniscule support for her large breasts, they being on even greater display than the earlier quarter-cup bra.

He had indicated that she was to match each corset and bustier with skimpier and skimpier panties, finishing with a little g-string, something that barely cover her mound and covered nothing of her ass. She rarely wore such minimal panties, preferring something that she deemed more appropriate for her figure. But, he insisted that she expose herself more and more to his view.

Finally, she returned to the bedroom in her most sensuous negligee. This was not her usual satin and lace negligee. No, this was a negligee made of a diaphanous material, really just a transparent lightweight mesh, a material that demanded Catherine not wear any form of bra to support her large bosom. He full G-cup breasts would swing and sway with each step she took towards him. His smile grew with each one of those steps.

This negligee had two slits in the front of it, reaching from hem to waist line. Catherine had worn another miniscule g-string to cover her pubic hair and pudenda.

She stopped just inches from him. She asked, "Do you like this outfit? I bought it with you specifically in mind. For some reason I thought you might enjoy seeing me in this."

"I do like this outfit. It is probably my favorite outfit of the night, but not for the reasons you may think. Now be a good Catherine and remove your panties and hand them to me."

She hesitated briefly but, within seconds her hands had slipped into the thin waist band of the g-string and she wriggled them over her firm hips and watched them slide down over her thighs and pool around her ankles. She bent down and picked them up and handed her panties to him.

"Thank you Catherine. You are not only beautiful but sexy and you arouse me to a hardness I have not experienced in some time, as I am sure you can see for yourself."

And, of course, he was right. His penis was fully erect, as firm and engorged as he had ever been and it was totally because of this incredibly sensuous woman in front of him.

"Now, stand here between my knees. I want to see every intimate inch of you." And she did and he took in all her womanly charms, inch by inch, taking in her huge breasts, their engorged nipples, her wonderful tummy, the flare of her hips, the curves of her Mons and the cleft of her labia as her now fully-blossomed inner lips were distended and begging for attention.

And that is what he now proceeded to do. He gently lifted her negligee away and raised his had to cup her crotch. Her labia were so soft and so very moist. He knew she was set to explode, to cum with a heat that had yet to be experienced. No, he was not cupping her labia, he was cupping her pussy. Catherine's pussy demanded his full attention now. Gently massaging her pussy with the palm of his hand, he could feel her juices starting to fill his hand. He separated his thumb and brought to her clit, hard and poking out from it's delicate hood. She reacted to his firm thrusts as if touched by an electrical wire.

He slipped first one, then two fingers into her vaginal opening, feeling her muscles tighten and relax as they were preparing themselves for his final assault. She was lubricating his fingers with more and more of her girl cum. Those fingers wormed their way in further and further into her vagina, the pressure of his thumb never easing on her clit.

And, finally, Catherine fell to his assault on all her treasures and she collapsed on his chest, now being hugged and held tightly by his strong arms, her orgasm draining her of all her stamina. She could not move, in fact, for a short time she had no doubt that she had fainted in his arms.

When she recovered from her swoon, she found herself in the middle of her bed, nude, her negligee discarded and draped across the chair he had been sitting in. And he was standing at the foot of the bed, removing his last item of clothing, his briefs and she felt this great smile stretch across her lips when she realized that his magnificent male organ, this fully-erect penis, his rampant cock was soon to be all hers.

But, Catherine was slowly coming to realize that her pending impalement on this perfect example of a man's engorged penis was going to be somewhat delayed. Catherine had just come to the conclusion that she had lost consciousness for a little longer than she originally thought. For, it seems that while she was passed out, he had not only had time to place her on her bed, he must have had time to fossick about in her lingerie case, find her scarves and secure her wrists and ankles to the four corner posts of her bed. Catherine was under his complete control.

"What is going on? Set me loose immediately! I didn't agree to this! Set me free!"

He walked slowly over to her side and, sitting on the bed's edge, he leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. Then he kissed her neck and gently bit her earlobe and finally rimmed the inside of her ear with his tongue. And, all this did was to set Catherine into a squirming, wriggling fit of giggles. Try as she might, she could not help but feel her passion and lust once again reignited.

Her stunning breasts had settled to either side of her chest. He cupped her right breast in his hand and lifted it to his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, gently at first then with greater firmness with succeeding flicks, leading to his pursing his lips and sucking on her nipple and, once again, gently biting down with his teeth, surrounding her hard nipple with the vacuum of his mouth. The pressure of his bite increased and he proceeded to pull her engorged teat more and more until her nipple once again stood at least a full inch or more from the surrounding aureola.

Catherine could do nothing to dissuade him from his task. Indeed, she silently prayed that he would continue and provide similar treatment to her left breast. She was once again slowly climbing that slope of orgasmic relief and hoped he would not take much longer to provide it.

With a loud pop, he quickly opened his mouth and released her nipple, long before her climax could explode from her loins. If looks could melt, he was a very soggy puddle on the floor.

He leaned down and gently kissed her cheek. And then her lips. And finally a full-on tongue-tangling dual with her. And she was trying her best to devour every molecule of him in response. As she started to succumb to his lingual ministrations, he quietly reached above her head, brought one more scarf from her pillow and gently blindfolded her.

"Now, now, no squirming around," he said, "You will only delay matters. I promise you that you will not be hurt, you will not be abused but you will be a changed woman when I am done."

Catherine, calmed down and relaxed as best she could. She knew him to be an honest and gentle man and that he would never do anything to see her hurt or harmed. She trusted him and convinced herself that she was entering upon another adventure, one of pleasure.

She could hear him padding across the thick carpet, towards the bathroom. She could hear water running. Funny time to be running a bath, she thought. Then, those soft footsteps again. She could sense he was standing over her and wondering when he would pick up the action.

"Lift your bum up for me," and she did. She lowered her ass back down to her bed and could now feel what felt like a soft towel beneath it. Next, she felt a soft, moist and warm cloth draped over her pubic mound, covering it entirely. That remained in place for several minutes. Her next sensation was of several of her pubic hairs being clasped tightly and the snip, snip of scissors. That snipping continued on for several more minutes. And then, the penny dropped! The warm cloth was reapplied. When it was removed, she next felt something soft and very cool being spread all over her mound. He was lathering up her pubic hair! He was going to shave her pussy!

"If you are going to do what I think you are, you had best be very careful there, else I will find you and I will be carrying a razor of my own!"

She heard a stifled giggle. He was obviously quite amused by her threats.

He quickly denuded her pubic mound of it's furry stubble. Next he stripped clean her labia and finally, he swept away any hint of extraneous hair from between her thighs and her tender little rosebud. She had not been this hairless since she was twelve years old. After he removed the warm cloth from her crotch one more time, she felt so naked there, she felt a coolness and it sent a little shiver running up and down her spine. She was so incredibly aroused she could scream.

Catherine wanted to make love to her lover. She wanted to be free of her bonds, She wanted to clasp him to her bosom and smother him with her pendulous breasts. She wanted to consume every morsel of him as he made passionate love to her. She had not felt this in so long now. She needed to feel his warmth, she needed to feel his rigid tool slipping between her lips, feel her vagina being stretched out, feel him explode and fill her womb with his seed. Catherine needed, more than anything, to be fucked as hard as he could take her.

Catherine suddenly felt the pressure ease on her wrists. She opened her eyes and realized he had quietly removed the restraints. They had never been overly tight or restrictive but restraints nonetheless. He was standing by the side of the bed, his tumescent penis obviously not at full hardness but she could see she would have a little work ahead of her to fill out that beautiful example of the male reproductive organ. Just then, Catherine realized what a silly mouthful of words that was. It was a cock. It was his cock and she had every hope that she would be experiencing all its efforts tonight, all night.

He leaned in and helped her sit up. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her shoulders, offered her a glass of water and asked if she needed anything else. She assured him that she was fine and that she would be able to stand in a minute or two. And, that would indeed fit well with his plans for her enjoyment.

He helped her to stand up, her ankles still secured to the posts at the foot of the bed. He removed the scarves used to secure her left ankle to the post and Catherine was now anticipating his removing the final restraint. But, such was not the case. He stood at the foot of the bed and motioned to her to stand there at the bed's edge and lean down that he might kiss her sensual mouth. She gladly obliged. He had taken her on such an erotic rollercoaster tonight that it was the least she could do.

Catherine leaned over and tenderly sucked on his bottom lip and then his upper lip and then they both tackled each other's tongue with a passion that indicated they were not finished for the night. While she tried to consume every morsel of his tongue, he rand his hands up the back of her thighs, massaging, squeezing and finally migrating those hands further up the columns of her well-formed thighs. Those hands met opposite each other, one on each of Catherine's ass cheeks. He kneaded them like brioche dough. He pulled them apart and pushed them together. Here was an assault that Catherine had not anticipated or expected.

They continued to kiss, and to kiss hungrily. His hands on her ass pushed her forward ever so slightly, so that even Catherine did not notice. And when she was least expecting it, he released his grip on her tongue and her mouth and drove his face into her freshly shorn pussy. He had shaved this tender twat clean, and he wanted to see the baldness of her pussy up close, to experience the results of his efforts.

He licked her lips, from bottom to top. He savored each of her labia with a passion worthy of the respect for a Michelin Three Star menu. He could feel her pussy's lips starting to accumulate more and more of her own moisture. Catherine was only now starting to realize that there was a method to his scheming.

He devoured her as the clichéd last meal. He suckled her clit as if it was a third nipple. He sucked on it, pulled on it, flicked the tip of his tongue across it. He lapped up her pooling girl cum at the entrance to her vagina. He released her ass from his grasp and brought his fingers to her vaginal entrance, pulled her lips widely apart and probed her vault's entrance with his tongue. He made his tongue as stiff as he could, thrusting into her twat as if attacking it with his cock. He lashed it as if she was in need of punishment.

Without warning, he grasped her left ankle, the one he had released just minutes before and placed it on his shoulder. Catherine was now spread wide open and his oral attacks picked up in their pace. And, that is when she remembered, and now almost regretted having shown him one of her favorite photographs of erotica, a scene that he was now emulating.

Catherine was now so close, so very close to another explosion of orgasmic bliss. She knew he would not let her ease down from this assault. She knew she would have to ride out the storm. And she only wished that he would complete his oral attack and let her slip into a peaceful slumber.

Closer now. Her clit tingled. He vaginal muscles started to contract. And, unbeknownst to Catherine, he has removed her final restraint and, at that moment, he freed her pussy from his oral grasp and dropped her to her back on the bed.

Her moment of freedom did not last long. He was on top of her in a shot. He grasped her ankles and spread her thighs wide. Her turgid pussy was in full bloom, her lips, her clitoral hood, her fully exposed clit, all of her. And he sucked that clit into his mouth and started to thrust two fingers deep between those lips, searching for her g-spot. When he found Catherine's tender little spot he stroked her until she felt she would explode. And explode she did, with his lips still suckling her clit, her g-spot under attack and now sensing the presence of his other hand, two fingers of which were being well lubricated with her juices. And, just as Catherine's next massive orgasm arrived, he pulled on her clit, pressed up on her g-spot and shoved his other two fingers into the tight depths of her ass.

Catherine fainted once again. If he continued his assault on her body, she was unaware of it. She would have to await her drowsy recovery to find out what had really happened.

He cradled Catherine in his arms until she had fully regained her senses from her swoon. He helped her off the bed and into the extra-large shower stall; they both needed to refresh themselves after their evening's amorous exertions.

The were both physically exhausted, she from one orgasm after another - she had not cum this often or this intensely in her memory. And, even though he had yet to ejaculate at all, he was exhausted from all the gymnastics that brought Catherine to this state. So, to bed they went.

Catherine would usually go to bed wearing one of her many sensuous satin and lace negligees. She had an extensive wardrobe of them hanging in her closet. But, this night, she would sleep in the nude, cuddled as closely as she could get to his nude body.

The lights out, the cover's brought tightly to their necks, his arm embracing her, cradling her large breast in the cup of his hand, her semi-erect nipple starting to burn into his palm. And as Catherine drifted off into the Land of Nod, she lightly grasped his flaccid penis.

He had no idea how long they had been asleep - dawn's early blush was just breaking in the bedroom's windows. But, it wasn't that first blush of dawn's light that roused him from his slumbers. When he finally oriented himself, he realized that Catherine was no longer nestled in the crook of his arm. Instead, Catherine had wriggled her way beneath the duvet and was now well ensconced at his crotch and was treating his tumescent penis to a morning wake-up call.

Catherine was a fellatrix par excellance. She loved the feel of the soft head of a man's penis in her mouth. She loved running her tongue around the rim of his cock's corona. Catherine enjoyed swallowing a man's entire length into the back of her throat and beyond. She wanted that sensation of total command of a man. She knew full well that no man could say no to her oral skills. And this morning, she was making use of all her skills in giving her lover what he had given her so many times the previous night.

He threw the duvet and sheets off of the both of them - he wanted to see Catherine at her efforts. He knew he would not last that long this time; having denied himself last night, his balls were floating in cum in his scrotum. And, so, he gave Catherine her head, in a manner of speaking, and lay there, watching his cock disappear and reappear for quite some time.

Catherine was very good. She was probably the best cocksucker he had ever met. And she knew just when to apply extra pressure with her lips, then her tongue and when to apply a deeper suction and when to ease back. Catherine did not need to use her hand to slurp his penis into her throat. None of this jerking a hand up and down, trying to pump his cum into her throat too quickly. Catherine knew what to do and she went about her efforts with practiced skill.

He could feel his testicles starting to constrict, tightening up, in preparation of blasting the inside of Catherine's mouth and throat. He knew he would not be lasting much longer. And, he warned her so, letting her know that she could pull off his cock or leave it between her lips, as she saw fit. And leave it she did. There was no way she was going to let a drop of his seed escape her lips. And she wanted all he had to offer.

What he had not seen, indeed, what he could not see, was Catherine's fingers fingering her hardened clit. Her hand had been buried in her sopping twat, coating her fingers in her own juices. When he then warned her of his pending explosion, she knew timing was of the essence. And Catherine's timing was perfect. Just mere seconds before he filled her throat with his creamy cum, Catherine returned the favor and pushed her slippery fingers through his tight anal ring and proceeded to tickle his prostate into pumping even more of his cream into her mouth.

And pump he did. Previous lovers had done so but, with Catherine's expert skills, her cocksucking produced a volume of ejaculate that he had not produced in his memory. His normal four or five pulses continued to seven and then a dribbling eighth. It was his turn to fade out of consciousness. When he regained his senses, Catherine was staring into his eyes, lightly fondling a very flaccid penis. His flaccid penis. She handed him a warm cloth to clean himself. She had done so while he was briefly out. She was smiling, the proverbial cat who had found the cream, so to speak.

And she then told him, "You cannot begin to know what pleasure you gave me last night. I cannot remember being so utterly and totally sexually drained as I was last night. And you, my generous lover, withheld your own satisfaction to satisfy mine. Thank you. No, thank you is not sufficient. But, thank you will have to do. Well, thank you and a partial repayment of your oral talents. I do hope you found this morning's exercise to your liking?" she added with a grin.

He returned her bright stare and reached his hand out to caress her hair, her neck and pull her closer to kiss her tender lips.

"There are no thanks that I can offer to show my appreciation. You are a woman who has no peers in the realm of cocksucking. For, I cannot call it fellatio, that doesn't seem enough. Blow job is a bit crude, as is cocksucking, for that matter. But, you have shown me that you are one incredible lover who knows what pleases her man and for that I thank you."

She looked down at his semi flaccid cock and made note that he seemed to be half way to full hardness already. She looked back into his eyes and asked, "Are you ready to give me another load of your cream?"

And, without waiting for an answer, she lowered her mouth to his cockhead again and proceeded to lap at his little slit and circle his cockhead with her tongue.

But, he had a surprise for Catherine as well. While she was concentrating on her oral ministrations, he was able to push one of her thighs over his head and now he was squarely situated beneath her inflamed pussy. Her pussy lips were fully engorged once again. Catherine's inner lips were spread out as in the form of a butterfly or an erotically stimulated flower.

He reached up and pulled on each of her ass cheeks and brought her delicious twat to his lips. As she was suckling on his cock, he was suckling on her clit. As she was sliding up and down on his cock shaft, he was sliding his stiff tongue into the depths of her vaginal tunnel. As he exploded and once again filled her throat with his seed, she gushed her juices over his tongue and coated his lips and chin with her juices.

Exhaustion took them both. Catherine resumed her position in the crook of his arm, and they dozed away the balance of the morning, dreaming soft sensual, erotic dreams.

It had just gone the stroke of noon when Catherine climbed out of her slumber. Still cradled within the crook of his arm, she noted his steady breathing. She turned her head to look into his face and there they were, his eyes wide open, taking in every bit of her that was not shrouded by the duvet.

A wide and beatific smile crossed her lips. She was a satisfied woman this afternoon, a very satisfied woman. She had not felt this fulfilled and sated in quite some time. She did note that her poor little pussy did feel somewhat sore. Well, of course it would, since it had not had such a strenuous workout in some time. Her vaginal muscles needed to be stimulated and exercised as with any of her muscles and last night's and this morning's vigorous lovemaking definitely had provided some memorable exercise.

More to the point, she had loved every second of it and had relished each and every climax. Her reawakened sexuality tingled with every breath. She wanted more and she did not want to wait too long before she felt that well-exercised sensation again.

He suggested they both take advantage of the large shower and get cleaned up and move on with the rest of their day. He offered Catherine his hand to help her off the bed, stopping long enough to wrap her in his arms and nuzzle her neck and kiss her tenderly on her lips. He could still catch the fragrance of Gaultier in her hair. It just seemed to be the right fragrance for her; it complemented her personality so well.

He took her hand and walked her into the shower room. Since they were both still nude, all he had to do was turn on the water to a nice steaming level and help her into the stall.

Catherine took command of the situation from the start. She commandeered the soap, loaded her hands up with suds and proceeded to wash his back. Then she knelt down and, picking up one foot at a time, she washed his feet, then his legs and finally his thighs. She gently bathed his tumescent penis, paying particular attention to his scrotal sac and around his anus.

She tenderly washed his chest, flicking his nipples gently with her finger, followed by his neck and finally his hair. Once she had his hair and face rinsed clean and standing on tip-toes, she kissed him with all the tenderness a lover could deliver. She kissed his eyes, she nibbled on his earlobes, she pulled on his lips and finally sucked his nipples into her mouth.

"Thank you for being the lover you are. You have treated me with the love and care, tenderness and even the lust that any woman would hope for. Thank you so very much."

He held her tenderly, the warm water streaming over both of them. He took the bar of soap from her and proceeded to lather up and knelt down and started to wash her feet, with each individual toe receiving equal attention. She was leaning back against the wall of the shower, her eyes closed and luxuriating in the sensations she was being inundated with.

Next the calf of each leg, her muscular thighs and, ignoring her bum and pudenda, he started to wash her back, scrubbing vigorously. Her shoulders next, her neck and, finally, up to her hair. Rinsing out her hair, he wanted to be sure that she would be aware of what was to follow.

And, what followed was washing her ass. He kneaded the lather into her ass cheeks, feeling the slippery soft surface of each cheek. Next, he followed the hidden depths of the valley between her ass cheeks, ensuring that her tight little rosebud felt his finger tips gently dancing over her tight bung.

Switching to her chest, he thoroughly washed her amazing breasts. Yet, he could not help but think of them as anything but her boobs, her great tits. Hefting each in it's turn with both hands, lifting each and then on to gently torture her nipple into their full hardness. He drifted down to her navel and finally cupping her vulva with one of his hands. Not wanting to irritate her vaginal tunnel with the soap, he gently caressed her labia and, with a rinsed hand, started to frig her clit and insinuate two fingers into her tight pussy.

Finally, he knew he had finished his task, turned off the water and reached for a towel to dry her off. He lavished her with all the love and affection he had just shown her in the shower. He paid special attention to her breasts once again, ensuring that he lifted each in turn and applied the towel to the underside of both. He roughly dried her hair and then proceeded to quickly dry himself with his own towel.

Gently snapping the towel across her ass cheeks brought a little yelp and a jump in her step. She combed out her hair, leaving it damp for the moment. He dried his hair and, being a guy, was finished with a quickly run of his brush through his tangle mess.

Once again, he took her by the hand, brought her to the bed's edge and hugged Catherine to his chest. He loved the sensation of her big breasts boring into his chest. Her hard nipples were burning little circles of desire into him. He lifted her onto the bed and leaned over to suckle at her bosom. He wanted so very much to consume her breasts, to play with her boobs, to torture her tits with his tongue.

And, Catherine would not have it any other way. She pulled him tighter to her chest, trying to compress her tits with his strong chest. Both seemed to be able to read the other's thoughts and desires at this moment. He climbed up on the bed, pushing Catherine's thighs apart and took in his handiwork from the previous day, her pussy now shaved bald, her aroused clitoris fully engorged and exposed from underneath her clitoral hood.

He knew it was completely unnecessary but, he insinuated two fingers into her vaginal canal. Yes, Catherine was thoroughly wet with her arousal. He moved between her outspread thighs and moved ever closer to her. His fully erect penis, no, his angry cock, hovered at the entrance to her tight pussy's opening.

Catherine reached her hand out, gently took his cock's head between her thumb and forefinger and guided it into her moist entrance. As if on some hidden signal, he thrust in and she thrust up at the same time. They set up a slow and loving rhythm, a rhythm determined from what would have been years of knowing their lover if they had had those years together. His cock was as moist as her womb now. Her vaginal muscles were learning to stretch and contract to bring them both incredible joy and pleasure.

He leaned forward to suckle at her breasts. One hand tortured a nipple. His thrusting was picking up speed.

"Play with your clit for me!" he said.

Catherine started to frig her hard clit with two fingers, dipping them briefly, every so often, into her moist slit to keep her clit well lubed.

They were both covered in perspiration now. They were both nearing a mighty orgasm. And just as fatigue may have been ready to set in, Catherine's vaginal walls started to grasp and release his firm cock. His firm cock matched her efforts and he started to fill her womb with every drop of his seed his balls could muster. Their combined juices started to dribble out and, finally, he collapsed on top of her, exhausted and euphoric.

He fell to Catherine's side, embracing her tightly and whispering into her ear what a wonderful woman, what a wonderful lover she was. Catherine knew this was a very special moment for her, a moment that would be remembered and cherished. And, hopefully, repeated time and again.