Tag: BJ

The beach was quiet & her beasts were lonely. Her sand was tawny & soft. The palm trees swayed gracefully with the morning breeze. Her pet crabs were unearthing themselves this morning. Waves & waves of a fresh & fruitful generation of crabs were returning to the sea – from the water’s of their mother’s womb to the waters of Mother Earth. Who can name a more blessed creature than the crab? The air, ocean waves, & beach’s end all caressed each other eternally edging each other’s pleasures. Our feet softly tapped along the sand’s soft cheek-like surface; the ocean’s moistness added a tongue-like feeling to the sand’s texture. We decided to bring company to comfort the lonely beach today. Her beauty deserves to be beheld.
“These last few years together have been wonderful. I just cannot believe they separated us all those years ago. I may have been thirteen but I was still worthy of you. They never kept me from visiting you but seeing you live in that dilapidated building caused me years of aches & pangs. But I am overjoyed we are together again, Sunshine. Neither beings nor things will separate us ever again. These trysts are everything – trust me. I never expected you to overlook my past but you have done all of that & more!”
We walked across the shoreline, unshowered from the day past, wearing nothing more than our black leather thongs, over the shoulder day bags, & exposed pubes. The woman besides me stands only hairs below six foot [160 centimeters] tall. Her face & hands bare the marks of a stressing but fruitful Motherhood. She held her head high into the sun’s sky. Her eagle-like [aquiline] nose cast its own shadow along the beach’s sand. Her sharp jawline cuts its mark in the shadow as she sings to the baby crabs. Her bronze skin & pitch bush bask in the sun’s rays. When folks say ‘Forty is the new Thirty!’ they are clearly meaning the woman before me. She stretches her fingers & toes out towards the world. The black paint on her nails is slightly chipped away. We found our way to the Shade Tree & layed down a large blanket. It is eight in the morning.
“You never followed suit with the other boys when you were younger. You never belittled me for my height nor the size of my feet. You have always been kind, small, gentle to me. You were never challenged when I beat you at volleyball or basketball. Even with the distances between us no one could keep us apart for long. I wish our first meeting would have been brighter than that Brothel Breakfast a decade ago. What adolescent waits for his mother to finish off three men before 8AM strikes? But that all is far behind us. You are now a quarter century & a hard working man. You are no longer that disrespected orphan. To everyone else in this town we are just any other working couple. You are a respected Laborman & I am now known as the town’s favored Gardener. You are fair & strong, soft & stable, kind & fruitful, you are the most Beautiful Boy this Mother could have ever wanted. Thank you for being you & no one else.”
She smooched these words into my ears as we cuddled on the blanket. She has always been the Big Spoon. With one arm outstretched she massaged my fingers & palms. With the other arm she kept me close to her body. One hand busied itself massaging my own hands, the other hand busy teasing the precum from my prick, & her legs lapped themselves around mine. She had embraced every horizon of my being – she is the ocean & I am the beach.
“You fit inside of me like an egg, my Fair & Fit Boy. You are so much more than just ‘handsome’ to me. Your beauty triumphs that of any past Tryst, woman or man, I have had. You are the beaming light of my life! You are the Sun itself in my hand, my hand sun Son, & because of that are you my hand’s sum – but even then you are so much more!”
She cupped my balls & soothed the skin of my plump prick while confessing this all to me. My toes were writhe pleasure. Though I am her Sun I am powerless in her hands. My rays of light are only erect because of her power.
I turned over. Facing her I began showering her bust in smooches & blissful teardrops. I grasped her tawny breasts while dotting hickies along her jawline & collar bones. She held me to her heart beat as I fed at her brown nipples. My fingers migrated to her cunt & ass – from one knuckle to six knuckles I have her blossoming open. I shower her torso in smooches. She gasps for air as my fingers cradle their way into her cunt & ass. Overhead the birds sang for us. The Wind carried the smell of the ocean & the neighboring flowers in her arms to us. The Trees danced through the wind sometimes veiling us from the Sun’s rays other times unveiling us to the Sun’s & penetrating rays. It is now nine thirty in the morning.
When my mind & body finally came to each other I found my head rest on her thighs & her head bobbing in between mine. Her lengthy pitch black hair draped itself over my thighs – she was hiding her ray of Sunshine from the world. She grinned at me as she swallowed all that was in her mouth & beamed a sperm covered grin at me. I ceased tonguing her Other Mouth. Inhaling the scent of her unwashed bush I washed her face in seed once more. We laughed off the embarrassment & basked in each other’s orgasm. I slide my fingers from her ass, smooching her thighs & clit once more, moving myself face to face with her again. She cups my head between her hands drawing me to her pressed lips. She kisses me – forehead, cheeks, & chin – smearing my seed from her face to mine. We lick my cum off each other’s faces to tongue into each other’s throats.
“You are much sluttier this morning than you were last morning. You haven’t even sodomized me yet – & we are still unwashed from yesterday! Do you really want to continue like this or should we swim ourselves clean first?” She asked of me.
“No! Absolutely not. It is when you are washed in sweat, sperm, spit that you are most alluring. I did not pursue the town’s most well used Hetaira only to live with a Nun. We can only wash off after we have drained our excessess. I first met you at your lowest & loved you then – nothing will change that!” I pleaded with her.
She gifted me a mouth filling smooch. “This is why our love lasts! Without you I never would have overcome Whoredom & without me you have no one to turn to outside of that Orphanage. We found ourselves at our lowest & loved each other to our highest!” I moved towards her nipples as she grasped my prick. “Fill me up my Sonshine. Let your light shine forth. Let your rays of light penetrate me. Mother demands it.” Putting me in my place she mounted me: one hand in my mouth, one hand on my balls, dancing atop my hipbones to the rhythm of the foaming waves penetrating the shore’s surface. Our pubes grasped for each other as she slide her Other Mouth up & down my shaft. My hands rested on her hips. She wrote her name on me with her hip’s rhythm – always reminding me who I belong to. My spirit escaped my body each time she wrote her name on me. Her cunt frothed at the lips with wave after wave of my seed. The Noon Sun struck – we napped under the Shade Tree.
The sun began penetrating us through the shade waking us up. Our hands migrated to each other – her hands to my seed filled sack mine to her motherliness. I arose over her again, shielding her eyes from the sun’s rays. She shifted her waist towards me – her bearded lower mouth & southern eye gazed back at me with the sun’s own most intensity. Spitting on my hand I readied her infertile innards – three fingers in her birth canal & four fingers in her rectum. Her being writhed in pleasures, toes & back & fingers, mouth snarling open. Her pants increased as beads of sweat welled up on her forehead & breasts.
I slid my shaft into her awaiting anus & grounded myself by grasping her ankles. Her tawny body lay before me as a buffet table. Mother’s breasts & belly quaked as I sodomized her. She sang along with the birds overhead as pangs of pleasure & pangs of pain flooded her well pricked landscape. Toes wiggled in my mouth, fingers trailed their way along my torso, sperm & spit drooled from her cunt to her Solar Anus. The birds overhead & dolphins nearby sang along with us as we cradled each other in tune with the whelms of the tide. Unable to forbear each other’s joy anymore, we overwhelmed ourselves. Lusting & thrusting myself into her one last time for the day I finished the day. Everything beloved comes in threes: throat, birth canal, rectum – mouth, cunt, anus – face, hands, & feet all covered in spit & sperm & sweat. She jerked me once more letting my liveliness flood over her hearty breasts. I collapsed on her – I am in the Promised Land. She cradled me in her arms. We traded lips, tongues, & gaze locked eyes. Joyous tears rolled down our face. The evening sun kept us blanketed as we lay out in the open air. The warm breeze brushed along our tan skin.
Mother’s left hand kept me overwhelmed with her bushful dripping cunt. She fingered her asshole with her right. Every couple of moments she would slide her right hand out of her asshole into my mouth. She filled my mouth with our sperm & spit. I sucked the fluids off her fingers & toes; her hands & feet were smooched dry; her face & bosom stayed glazed over in our lusts. She urinated on my chest & belly. My piss covered her feet. We walked into the ocean’s waves & let Mother Earth wash us clean. From the waters of my Mother’s Womb to the waters of Mother Earth who else can name a more blessed being than me?