"Turnabout"  PC (MF cons safe) [1/1]

Sarah's nipple was so responsive within his mouth that he had to
struggle to keep his suction gentle.  Her center was so slick
under his hands that he could add his second finger to his index.
Her grip on them was tight, but he could tell that she was nearly
ready for him.  As he was entirely ready for her, his phallus
swollen to the point of pain, feeling somehow tight.

Chad's lips on her breast were so luscious that she could almost
feel her nipples stretch towards his mouth.  His fingers on her
and within her were so tickly that she nearly melted.  If only
this could last, but they couldn't afford a baby -- even risk of
a baby.  "Love you," she said, "but I need to take my break."

"Do you really?" he asked.  Inserting the foam took only minutes,
but it always broke the mood.  "I could do it."

"You would?"  She wouldn't even do it in front of him, but his
hands wouldn't touch anything they hadn't touched before.

"I'd love to.  Reach me the tube."  Even that broke the mood a
little.  He had to spray the foam from the can into the tube, and
that was clumsier than he had guessed.  Once that was done,
however, he knew where he was going.  He'd seen it a lot more
often than she had.  He needed two hands for this, though.  He
knelt straddling her leg.  He couldn't resist a mild caress on
her inner lips before parting them with his left hand.  He slid
the tube between them to her entry.  Belatedly, he noticed that
the tube was cold.  "Sorry.  I should have warmed it up."

"I never do."  She never held it there for longer than it took to
push the plunger, either.  But she felt only a little of the foam
come out before he was twisting the tube around inside her.  She
felt it enter farther.  "What are you doing?"

"Playing on my favorite playground."  He dropped back down to a
position from which he could kiss her.  Since her lips stayed
closed, he went to her breasts.  Her nipple stiffened under his
tongue again, and he licked there as he rotated the tube and
tried to move it farther into her without pressing the plunger.
Soon, as she began moving in response to that stimulation, he
switched breasts.  He sucked this nipple harder.  Then he opened
his mouth as wide as he could, and sucked as much of her as
possible inside.  His tongue played across the peak of her
breast, including the nipple but not exclusively there.  Every
time the nipple crossed the center of his tongue, it tickled.

Sarah loved that suction, but not enough to pull her attention
from the twisting of the tube within her.  Now *that* was a
feeling which his natural movements couldn't quite duplicate.
He'd sometimes moved side-to-side, but he'd never rotated.  Then
that motion stopped and she felt herself chill (and fill) deep
inside.  The removal of the tube was as slow as its insertion,
but he tickled the tops of her outer lips while he was slowly
twisting the tube and pushing it in but mostly pulling it out.
Realizing that her movements on the bed were providing most of
the in-and-out effect, she tried to lie still.  She was too far
gone for that, however.  "I love you," she gasped as the tube was
finally withdrawn.

"And I love *you*."  How could he help loving her, when she had
been writhing from the attention of his fingers and lips just a
moment ago?  "Unfortunately, I forgot that if you stay here, I
still have to put the rubber on."

"No you don't."

"You can't mean that.  Foam alone is worse than the rubber alone,
and we couldn't possibly afford a baby now."

"Somebody has to.  You don't.  Now lie sidewards on the bed;
turnabout is fair play."  And playing, if not fairness, was on
her mind after all *his* delightful teasing.  She got off the bed
and trotted around the footboard to reach the package on his
nightstand.

He lay where he had been told to.  But she didn't have to get out
of bed; he could reach it for her.  For that matter, he wouldn't
have objected to having her naked form stretch over him to reach
it.  He heard the foil being torn above his head, where she was
standing motionless.  Then she gave him a kiss on the forehead
followed by an upside down kiss on his mouth.  When her breasts
brushed by his face on either side, he chose with lightning
speed.  He swung his head to the right in time to get a nipple
into his mouth.

That surprised her, but two could play that game.  She swung
aside to give a love-bite to the nipple poking through the sparse
curls on her left.  When he gasped, she escaped, continuing down
his body until her eyes could focus on his erection.  By that
time, her hands could reach him easily; but the position, however
delightful, was a little clumsy.  She rested herself on her
elbows and moved back a little so that she could reach him.

The tentative touches to his groin were nearly as arousing as the
odor and sight of her mound just above his face.  He raised his
face to kiss everywhere he could reach.  That was easier when he
pulled himself up by grasping her butt.

"I can't work like this," she complained.  His kisses continued,
ignoring her protests and wiggles.  Well, two could play that
game.  She kissed his navel and stabbed her tongue into it.  Now,
two of them were wiggling; which, however fair, was hardly
conducive to her task.

Failing to reach *her* belly button, he could tell that he had
lost.  Besides, he was about to explode.  "Give," he said,
dropping back.  She tickled his belly button with her tongue
again.  "I said 'I give.'  I surrender totally," he shouted.

"That's better," she said.  "Now lie still."  He should really
take his hands off her hips for total surrender, but she liked
feeling them there too much to complain.  She slipped the rubber
coin out of the foil and threw the foil towards the side of the
bed.  A minute's inspection told her that the side with the coil
rising out of it should be on top.  She tried to fit it on him,
but he moved at her touch.  She gripped the shaft with her left
hand. She squeezed the little nipple and fitted it against his
point with her right.  She started rolling it down.

His cock was reacting to her nearness and her attentive
inspection, to say nothing of the nipples which were brushing
over his belly.  The cock jumped when she placed the rubber
against its head, and she almost got a hot shower when she
grasped it.  Then he could feel every motion as she stroked the
rubber slowly over his head.  The sensations when she rolled it
down his shaft were a little less intense, but only in
comparison.  Three of the hairs which she pulled from the bottom
of the rubber tugged at their roots before they were freed; the
pain was almost welcome for pulling him back from his orgasm.

When the shaft was fully clad, she gave him one more kiss on his
belly.  She ducked back up before he could retaliate.  "Now lie
straight on the bed."

"This side, or do you want me to save you the walk?"  Suddenly,
the idea of having her on his right was stranger than any
position that they had tried.  Was he sure he knew how to caress
her with his left hand?

"This side."  She wasn't planning to take more than one step,
even though it was a big one.  Obediently, he twisted and shoved
until he was lying parallel to the edge with his head near the
pillows.  He was further down than she had expected, so she did
take another step.  Then she swung her right leg over him.  In a
moment, she was kneeling over is belly and reaching to find him
behind her.

Chad hadn't expected this, but his cock had been aching to enter
her for the last ten minutes.  He wasn't about to quibble over
who was on top.  He watched as she scooted a tiny bit further
down in the bed and sat back until her lips surrounded the tip of
his cock.  She moved him back and forth in her valley before
placing his tip just inside her entrance.  When she stopped
there, he lifted his middle to drive into her.  The position was
against it.

When she felt him rise under her, she pressed down with her hand
which was still around him.  She also rose a little on her knees.
"Let's go slow," she said.  She loved his first entrance and
wanted to savor it.  She fitted him to her entrance again, waited
a moment to assure herself that he would remain quiescent, and
then sat up perfectly straight.  She savored the first tiny
stretch, then settled another millimeter.  Slowly she relaxed,
feeling him rub her and stretch her every step of the way.
Finally filled, she rested on his hipbones while his hands rose
up her sides to her breasts.

He could feel her all around him, but her posture was so formal
you would never guess it.  Aside from the erect nipples and the
nakedness, she could have been demonstrating how a nineteenth-
century lady sat at table.  Even her facial expression was
serious.  His hands slid up to cup her breasts.  When he cupped
them to feel their weight, she smiled down towards him.  Slowly
she relaxed against his hands, leaning forwards as he bent his
arms.  He brushed her nipples with his thumbs as lightly as he
could manage while she started to rise around his cock.  "You are
the world's worst tease," he said.  He knew that neither of them
could last long after all their foreplay, but by now he wanted
that completion.

"Moi?" she asked.  Chad had taken her to the edge with fingers
and lips even before he started treating the tube as a dildo.  By
now, she was a bomb ready to explode, knowing that even this slow
motion could push her over the edge at any time.  And he called
*her* a tease.  "Turnabout is fair play."

"It is?"  He stroked his hands from her breasts to her side just
under her arms.

"Sure.  And you are the worst --  Oh!"  She felt herself being
lifted off his cock and dumped on the bed.  And she'd been so
close, too.  "Hey!"

He didn't say a word as he rolled onto his knees.  He spread her
lips for his invasion while he was getting into position.  It
couldn't have been 30 seconds before he was in her again.  His
passion was well beyond control, not that he tried to exercise
any.  It was far better to drive in and out through her slippery
tunnel as his sensations peaked.  He grasped one hip to pull her
more fully against him.

Before she could adjust to her new position, he had pierced her
core.  At his second withdrawal, she managed to plant her feet
firmly enough on the bed to match his thrusts.  The friction
within ignited her passion.  She pulled him deeper within as she
flamed around him.  She pulled her mouth against something to
muffle a scream.  She burned pure and weightless.  Then she was
pinned beneath a gasping blanket.

He was driving in and out of her hot welcome when he felt his
seed crawl up the inside of his cock.  Then his eruption met
hers.  Eons later, he felt himself slip out.  He grabbed the
rubber to pull it with him.  With it firmly on his shrinking
cock, he fell back with his face resting just under her breasts.
He kissed the closest bit of her skin.

When Sarah again became conscious of the outer world, she was
chilly from her breasts upward.  And she could feel something odd
pressed under her hip.  "Give me a minute," she said.

He didn't want to move, but he had to dispose of the rubber
anyway.  He sat up to do that, and then stood while she pulled
the covers into something which looked like a bed rather than a
rat's nest.  He tucked the corner over her foot before walking
over to his side.  She reached a hand from under the sheets to
her seeing distance.  "What is it," he asked.

"The wrapper.  I didn't toss it very far."

"Must have had something else on your mind."  He eased onto his
back with is left hand over his head.

She rolled over until her head was resting on his shoulder.
"Can't think what."  She put her hand around him as she felt his
cuddle her.  Lying like this, he could hear his heart beat --
slowing as they both relaxed.