Let Me Help

“Hey, Stan,” Marie called from the restroom, where she was running a brush through her long brunette locks.  Hearing a muffled sound coming from somewhere in their bedroom and supposing he was listening for once, she continued.  “My cousin is taking a bunch of kids sledding this next weekend.  He was wondering if you were doing anything.  Stan?”

Hearing the pad of his bare feet coming in to join her, she almost turned to meet him, then saw him behind her in the mirror.  Giving her that same boyish and mischievous grin that always made her wonder what he’d just done, he buried his face in her hair.  “Nice,” he murmured.  More than a head taller than her he grinned at her in the mirror over her head and appraised his prize.  He must have liked what he saw, because she felt his reaction against her bum.

“Stan,” she laughed.  “I think that’s your body trying to tell you to put at least… that much… distance between us.  I’m trying to brush my hair, in case you didn’t notice!”

Blatantly ignoring her he reached his hands around her and cupped both breasts in his hands.  “Here, let me help you with that.”

“Stanley!” Marie yelped.  “Your hands are freezing cold!  Have you been playing in the freezer again?”

“They’re only just beginning to match your feet,” he said patiently.

“They are not,” she said, shaking a brush at him.  “They’re setting a new record low for the state.”  She tried to swat him with the brush, but missed.  “Now, shoosh!  And… are you able to help out next weekend with all the kids?”

Turning on the steaming hot water in the adjoining sink to warm his hands he muttered, “I think I can help.  Is that Lisa’s Sunday School class again?”

“Yes, isn’t she such a dear?  How she has patience to keep after all those boys, I’ll never know… I have enough trouble just keeping track of just one of them.”

She was a nice lady, Stan reflected.  She might have been an only child growing up, but nobody had ever had to teach her how to share.  Pretty, too.  Marie’s cousin was probably still drooling, ever since the first day Marie had introduced them.  She’d had such a calming influence on him, too.  And cook?  She could do anything in that kitchen of hers.  Maybe they’d get some cookies some time soon.  There was an idea.  He’d agree to help if he got some cookies, some of those monster cookies with all the M&Ms.  It seemed like a fair trade.

“Stanley, what are you thinking about now?”

He mumbled something and looked at her.  She stood there with bright brown eyes flashing, hands on her hips.  He was probably thinking up some cookie blackmail scheme, as if that’s what it would take to induce him to help.  He’d done it before.  She was gorgeous, and she knew it.  Her confidence was as intoxicating as her seductive pose, and his body reacted in kind.  She walked closer to him until he could smell the fragrance of her beautiful hair, the hair that would soon be whispering all over his body and driving him mad with desire.

Inches apart she looked up into his eyes and squeezed his penis in her hands.  “I need you,” she whispered intently.  Catching her up in his arms, he held her petite form against his chest and strode into their bedroom.  Already the flickering candlelight readied the room with just the right ambiance for their lovemaking.  Marie adored candles, and probably burned through about a million of them a year, so it seemed.  The scientists didn’t know it yet, but if there truly was such a thing as global warming, this was the cause.

Laying her gently on the bed, she laid back, her hair spreading out in a fan-shape around her.  Finding a flask of oil by the bed, he patiently began the delightful task of massaging every square inch of Marie’s lovely body, even out to her fingertips and toes until her body shimmered in the flickering candlelight.

Her eyes were closed while his hands danced over her figure, though periodically he would see her smile.  Her breathing was even and relaxed, and he loved watching the small up-and-down movement of her tummy as she breathed.  She was not a ticklish person, and didn’t flinch when he swirled a finger through her belly button; it only evoked a smile.

“Oh, Stan,” she sighed.  “That feels so awesome!”  She could observe every bit of his handiwork in the mirror on the ceiling, as well as the God-given beauty of her own body.  She lifted a leg into the air, watching how the light and shadows caught her lovely shape, radiating her beauty in a glistening hue.  Looking down at her breasts, she gently held them in her hands.  Her nipples were erect with desire, and each flicker of her fingers over their turgid shape made her tingle with pleasure all over.

She saw Stanley putting away the oil flask, and sat up onto the edge of the bed.  Turning around he saw her sitting there, gleaming in the light and looking at him.  “C’mere,” she said softly, as he drew closer.  “I want you in my mouth.”

Just watching her delicious slide to her knees, all the while meeting his gaze, was enough to make him shiver with anticipation.  She looked up at him, tossing her hair.  He felt it wisp against his thighs as she gently held him in hand.  “He’s beautiful,” she murmured up at him.  Her hands looked so small as they held him, but she reveled in the power she knew she had over him at the moment, and knew that he loved the sound of her voice praising his manly attributes.  “Oh, Stan, I bet you’re a better lover than Solomon ever was… and you’re all mine!”

She pressed him against her cheek.  He felt warm and sexy.  Bringing him to her lips, she gently kissed him, looking up into his eyes for his reaction, and was not disappointed.  He winced with pleasure and groaned, as she tenderly drew him into her mouth.  She flickered the dimpled tip of his penis with her tongue, tasting the fluids gathering there, and laved herself all around the underside of his crown.  His taste was familiar, and all man.

He could see himself inside her, bulging against her cheek as she took him deeper, her lips opening wider to accommodate him.  He loved every part of what she did with him, but worried he would hurt her.  But as had happened so many times, the moment he attempted to withdraw, he felt her hands stop him around his thighs.  She looked up at him, and then swallowed him whole, an act he had seen her do over and over, and it never ceased to amaze him.  Pulling him to her, he slipped deeply into her velvety grip until he felt her soft lips rest against his abdomen.

Unable to remain silent, his cry of pleasure moaned from his lips in the utter delight of being completely consumed by his lover.  She enveloped him in a shroud of wet warmth, her love instantly erasing every single one of his earthly cares.  His strong hands trembled as they caressed her face and gently played in her hair.  Content to simply hold him there without any movement at all, she looked up at him, her brown eyes sparkling with life, humor, and adoration.  Her heart fluttered with excitement, even as she heard his moan, and could see the intent look on his face as his every thought was focused solely on her.  His muscular thighs trembled as he felt the complete bliss of her soft breasts move across them.  Her eyes twinkled as she felt him struggle as if to withdraw, needlessly worried over her need to breathe.  His heart was in the right place, though!

Finally withdrawing, she smiled up at him and admired his swollen manhood, now slick with her saliva.  He twitched with each pulse of his heart in sweet pleasurable agony.  Kissing the tip of his penis, she flashed her eyes up at him again, and laid back on the bed.  Propping her hips upward, she opened her smooth legs, lifting them high towards her shoulders.  Her femininity beckoned him, glistening pink with arousal.  Kneeling by her, he touched her legs with trembling hands and looked down into her eyes.  He saw adventure, he saw love and acceptance, he saw every facet of her frisky nature.  She once again held her breasts in hand, and was already moaning from her touch, even as he tenderly rubbed his manhood in her slippery cleft.  “Stan, come in!” she pleaded.  “Come in and split me in half!”

“D-don’t talk that way, babe,” he shushed.  “I-I want you in one piece.”

She allowed herself a quick grin at him.  Silly man!  And then they were one as he impaled her with his body, surging into her and filling his lover with himself.  His mind was giddy with excitement, and the acute knowledge of his good fortune at the blessing his God had given him in her.  Her moans and cries were almost instant, her heart overwhelmed with the sweet knowledge of being filled and taken by him.  He was ‘home’ now, and if he could, he would be with her in this state perpetually.  She was like a silken vice, and he felt held and hugged inside her ever so much as she embraced him in her arms.  Her legs came to rest on his shoulders, her calves smooth against his chest and against his face.  Her position looked almost uncomfortable, but the rapturous look on her face expressed otherwise.

Smoothing her hair back, he watched those sparkling brown eyes glaze over with passion and roll backwards.  He caught her scream in his mouth with an open kiss, and felt the luxuriant swell of her breasts against his chest as she arched her back.  It was a time when the notion of ‘strength’ lost its meaning, as her slender body writhed in pleasure beneath him.  Remaining buried deeply in her, he waited while she enjoyed every last twitch of pleasure.

“O-oh, Stanely, that… that was…”

Withdrawing from her tight sheath, and then stroking inward, he moved her bodily on the bed.  She moaned again, loving it when he did that.  Again and again he surged into her, her flesh seeming to grip him tighter each time.  Resting himself on her, he felt her legs press around him, and silky smooth calves against his cheeks.  She smiled up at him, her face awash with pleasure, urging him to continue.

He gently withdrew, and she felt empty, her body rebelling and wanting to keep him right where he was.  Only the tip of his hard length was resting inside.  He looked down at their connection, his eyes filling with a sight he never grew tired of viewing, the baby soft skin of her vulva opening around him.  Withdrawing slightly, he came free.  Her flesh was glistening, and the touch of her femininity against his manhood, even as a kiss, was almost more than he could take.  Ever so softly, he pressed forward, watching her slippery folds open for him.  At the top of her slit, he could see the bead of her passion.

Looking up into her eyes he saw her smile.  She was an incredible woman he had been blessed with.  She was the most passionate person he’d ever met, and a demonstration of opposites attracting ever so much as the opposite poles of a magnet.  He loved her for all the things she was and that he was not.  If truth be told, she was more interested in sex than he was!  For all he knew, it was something that ran in the family.  Knowing her cousin, it sort of made sense, and he chuckled at the thought.

“Oh, Stanley,” Marie gasped.  His deep chuckles seemed to reverberate all the way into her body.  “What on earth are you laughing about now?  I’m lonely – come in!”

Chuckling again, he leaned softly into her, and withdrew, enjoying the exquisite sensation of feeling her soft folds open and close around him.

Looking up into the mirror on the ceiling, Marie watched him enjoying himself, and smiled, reminding herself to slow down.  Unwinding her legs, she opened herself up, and propped herself up on her elbows to watch him as he enjoyed her charms.  His face was a mask of complete and utter fascination with her.

Shuddering with pleasure, Marie cupped her slippery breasts in her hands, her fingers admiring each curve of her luscious shape.  Her fingertips danced across her areolas and nipples.  It was something she hadn’t even discovered until after she was married, but she felt the pleasure-filled tingles radiate throughout her torso from her touch.  While one hand continued at her breast, the other smoothed across her flat stomach, her fingers finding the trim landing strip that marked the pathway to her husband’s enjoyment.  Tracing each soft bristle downward, she gasped upon reaching her clitoris.  Withdrawing, Stan rubbed himself against her fingers, and then moved lower to enter her again.

It came on slower this time, but its arrival was not to be denied.  Stan watched her stomach quiver in excitement.  Her mouth opened wide, and her face contorted with chills of pleasure that raced through her body, as if she swallowed a silent scream.  She stiffened and almost seemed to have her breath taken away as pleasure replaced every single other sensation from the hair of her head to her toenails.  Plunging deeply into her moist depths, Stan plundered her feminine treasures while she writhed underneath him, pinned to the mattress, pleasure radiating from where they were intimately joined.  Her eyes flew open and gazed into his as every vestige of control was surrendered to him.  It was as if he completely set her free, and experience love with utter abandon.  Her voice reduced to incoherent cries, it was all he could do to hold onto her as she shuddered again and again with the continual assault of pleasure-filled waves.  She tried, but was unable to even form his name on her lips.

He stayed quiet until she lay limply beneath him, his deep voice whispering sweet words to her even as she tried to fully enjoy her body’s reaction to him.  But was that even possible?  Maybe that’s why they always had to come back for more and more!  And even as she finally lay spent in his arms, gasping for breath, she felt him begin to move within her, this time her name spilling from his lips.  He was not one to often exhibit his tender side, and she felt her heart rushing to him, yearning to give him everything his heart desired to its fullest.

Bearing down, she squeezed him in an exquisite silken vice, still trying to catch her breath.  “Cum, Stanley.  Cum in me…”  His eyes opened once and looked at her, taking in her beautiful breasts, her long brunette hair, and gleaming legs.  Withdrawing almost all the way out, he shuddered with pleasure to return back to her warm depths, filling her with himself over and over.  His penis gleamed with her slippery juices.  Leaning down, he kissed her nipples as she held her breasts to him.

“Oh, Stan!” she cried.  It came on so suddenly it was unexpected.  He had evidently taken her to heart when she’d asked him to split her open.  His gasps and cries were filling the air as he moved within her depths faster and faster.  Clamping down on him as hard as she could, she tossed her head back and moaned as racking shudders took over her body again.

Normally a most gentle man, Stanley seemed anything but that at the moment.  His every thrust moved her on the bed, the hollow smacking sounds of their slippery bodies meeting together filling the room.  His pleasure came in crashing waves of mind-blowing joy, his loins emptying into her.  His moans were practically animalistic as his desire for her spent itself.  He pressed forward, as if to thrust all the deeper into her, as his semen spurted into her, painting the walls of her womb with his love.

Neither would remember just how long they stayed coupled together, enjoying life’s greatest intimacy.  But eventually they got up in their dazed state and headed to the shower.  When Stan mumbled something about never being able to walk straight again, Marie got the giggles, and it was quite some time before she was able to contain herself.

Freshly scrubbed, Stanley again carried his bride back to their bedroom.  “Looks like you’re walking fine now, husband,” Marie teased.  “Although… your ‘compass’ is temporarily out of commission, but I think I can remedy that!”  Mere moments later he learned she was true to her word.