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LYNN:

I have been a member of several online services for a few years. I had gone through the gamut of personal ads, being introduced to them by a friend who thought it would be neat to place an ad. What the hell, why not? It couldn't hurt, could it?

As a result of my ads, I had been introduced to several people, and as a whole, I've met some pretty nice individuals, with the exception of one ex-cop in Patterson NJ, but I was determined not to let one idiot spoil the fun that I was having. But after a while, I had to admit that I was getting bored with it all.

Most of the people that answered were looking for a fast, easy lay, or an older woman to take care of them for the remainder of their days. Me, just getting out of an eight-year relationship with Martin, I was there for the purpose of just acquiring friendships, not with the intention of looking for a potential bed partner but if I got lucky, why the hell not?

I logged on, and after wading through what seemed like a multitude of jerks answering my ad, I decided I was going to cancel it. As I was browsing to get to the screen for cancellation, I decided to take one last look, to see if there was anyone else out there who didn't have the same corny, old dried-up, sad lines. You see, after a while, they all start to look the same, and run into a blur.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I ran across one that was refreshing, so I decided to make one last attempt at friendship across cyberspace. So I replied to it, not really expecting to get an answer. But boy, did I ever!

Ron replied, and he let me know that he was a hard working old bloke, working the unfortunate (I thought) shift of 6:30AM-2:30PM. After emails, chat rooms and instant messages, we moved onto calling each other on the phone. We were talking with each other and it felt as though it was old home week. I felt that he had known me for 20 years, instead of few short weeks.

Me, being the open person I am, starting asking him what I thought were pertinent questions. I wanted to find out whether this person was real, or if this was just another wasted effort on my part.

After finding out how easy speaking to him was online and offline, (according to my mother after a trip home, it was like having a teenager in the house again), the devil hopped up on my shoulders, and I asked him if he would like to engage in cybersex with me. I normally didn't do this, cybersex was somewhat boring.

Needless to say, the encounter was very sexy and erotic. Ron had me so hot and horny afterwards that I shut down the computer, and took to fingering my hole, rubbing my clit, sucking and biting my nipples, praying that I was double jointed so I could put my clit in my mouth. Just thinking about him that night, I burned out two electric vibrators (yes, I'm past the battery variety), and I was wondering if I was going to have to invest in some serious stock in the vibrator industry! Hopefully I didn't disturb my neighbors with my moaning and squealing. If I did, oh well...

Most of our conversations that we were having were informative and the remainders let's say, were intense, hot and sensual. By now, I made up in my mind, I had to meet this person!

I had been talking with him nonstop, during the day at the office since we met. We would leave erotic messages on the Emails when we got home. He would fax me messages during work hours. We would burn up the online in the evenings and part of the night, fully knowing he had to get up at 4:30 a.m. in the mornings. He would call me when he got to work, to make sure I got up on time to make it to my job. Hell, this was great!

Ron had said during this time he could easily fall in love with me. One part of me wanted to believe him, but since I had just been burned, and I knew he was having marital difficulties, I didn't want to rock the boat. However, my instincts told me this time it may be different, so take a chance.

Since I'm a novice at computers, I had been experimenting with mine, upgrading features, one that was a CD-ROM drive. During my conversations with Ron, I decided I would pick his brain to try and resolve the mystery as to why the drive wasn't working properly. After me getting frustrated and literally giving up, ready to throw the damn computer out the window, Ron graciously said that he would come and take a look at to see what the problem was.

During this process, the devil struck again... I had this insane thought. What would happen to him if he were my man coming home to me? What are my rules of the house? (1) No man of mine would come home to me without sensually kissing and hugging at the door. (2) No man of mine would come home without securely locking the door, and (3) no man of mine would come home and still have his clothes on once he hit the front door, the clothes must come off, inside that door. Damn, this might work after all!

Ron decided to ask me the question that I hoped he wouldn't ask. "Does this mean that you want me to be your man?" I was afraid if I answered the question, I would have to admit my true feelings about him. I may not be able to keep my lust under control when he hit the door. I purposely avoided the question, but I did admit if the opportunity presented itself, I would ravage his body every chance I got.

I carefully gave his directions to my home. I didn't want him to get lost. This was my chance to see the person that has been driving me insane with lust for what seemed like years instead of a few short months. When I arrived home from work, I took a quick shower, and oiled my body down with baby oil, carefully making sure I got every inch of my clit and pussy. I sprayed Georgio Red between my breasts, under them, and down toward my clit. God was I nervous!

I looked in my closet and selected a black lace gown and panties that accented my figure, and my size 46D's. I selected an African designed caftan, which gave me plenty of room to be comfortable, and to cover the black lace I had on underneath, just in case he didn't like what he saw. I walked into the bathroom, pinned my long hair up on my head, for some reason, it was in my way now. I gave my clit and pussy a good rubdown, letting the juices run down my inner thigh. OK, I was ready for anything, and horny as hell to boot!

I wanted to make a good impression, I didn't want Ron to think all I did was seduce people as soon as they came to my home. So I made the decision to not worry about it until I had a good reason to...

Since Ron lives two hours away in Delaware, it also gave me the chance to totally lose my mind.

Ten minutes before his expected arrival, I panicked. He was after all, a stranger! He could be an axe murderer, or rapist. All sorts of scary thoughts came to mind. I called several friends and had them to call me on regular intervals, just to make sure that I would be still be alive after this. I'm fucking losing my mind!

There's a knock at the door. Oh God, it's him! My knees feel like jelly. Ok Lynn, get a hold of yourself. You can't leave him outside your front door. Besides there are three desperate, single women on the prowl on this floor of the apartment building.

They will snatch Ron up like hungry lions looking for fresh kill. You will never get a glimpse of him, let alone see what he looks like if he knocks on your door too long! Remember the scene between your then live-in cousin Rick vs. Grace, and Arnell? My mind briefly paused in retrospect to the nature shows, watching the lions fight to the death... God, it wasn't pretty, to say the least.

My mind went crazy. He isn't going to like what he sees. Maybe I should run in and change into jeans and T-shirt. No, idiot, go and open the damn door! The phone rings. Ok, make a choice between answering the phone and going toward the door. I quickly snatch up the phone. Wrong number. I walked toward the front door, like I was walking my last steps before an execution, took a deep breath.

I ask, "Who is it?" A voice says, "Ron."

I took another deep breath... and opened it...

Damn, he looks good! I try to speak, but nothing comes out. I can see he's visibly nervous, just like I am. That's a relief. Next thing I hear is a disembodied voice saying, "You must be Ron! Please, come on in!"

I step back behind the door to let him pass me. I closed the front door and locked it. Ron steps toward me, gives me a hug, and kisses me. I can feel my resolve just disappearing, flew right out the door before I shut it. Okay Lynn, behave yourself. But he kisses great! But you promised, you would behave yourself. Like hell I did.

Then I ask the most stupid question I would ever think of. "What was that for?"

"Well you did tell me the first thing I had to do was to give you a hug and kiss, didn't you?"

Duh. "Yes I did. Come on in and make yourself at home."

Ron takes a seat on the sofa. I want to immediately sit in his lap and proceed to chew off his bottom lip, but I restrain myself, forcing myself to the opposite end of the sofa. Better safe than sorry. Next thing I hear is, "Well, come over here." Bingo!

I wasted no time getting to him. I didn't know I could move that fast! I sit next to him, leaning into his lap, definitely noticing the bulge in his pants, but not trying to show him I know it's there. I couldn't wait to find out what was on the other side, but you can't attack him, Lynn, behave yourself!

We start a deep lip lock, and I felt as though I've gone to heaven. I think we reluctantly pry our lips apart. I hear:

"I guess I'd better see the machine that brought us together."

I said and rather reluctantly I might add, "Come on, I'll show you where it is."

I lead him into the den where the computer is. Gee, did it get hot in here all of sudden? Did the air conditioner suddenly fail? I quickly listen and can hear the air running as usual. Ron sits in the chair facing the computer and I sit on the daybed behind him, determined to keep my hands to myself. Foolish me. I guess I wasn't the only one that was warm. Ron asked if he could take off his shirt. Was I going to say no? NO Fucking Way!

As he is trying to work on the CD-ROM, his shoulders and neck get stiff. I offered to rub them for him (perfect time to touch those muscles and him.) I must have been doing something correct, because the next thing I heard was, "If you keep doing that, I won't get this thing fixed." Okay, so I stop, and chastising and mentally spanking myself. Then I hear: "You can put your arms around me." So I do.

I remember being taken off the daybed, arms around me, standing up, and kissed. I vaguely heard Ron tell met he didn't know what was wrong with the CD. At this point, I really didn't care, I just wanted the electrical surge between us to continue.

I remember standing in front of him and asking if I could examine "the merchandise." The closer I got to him, the hornier I got and all reasoning and logic flew out the window. I knelt to the floor and unfastened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. He had on bikini briefs, which I peeled him out of, freeing his member. All I could say was, "Well, Hello!" I greedily stuffed his cock in my mouth, savoring each and every inch I could get in there. At this point, all bets were off with myself, control or not, I was going to go for what I know.

Damn, he even tastes good.

I looked up at him, cock still in my mouth and smiling proudly. I managed to at least say "Not bad. Not bad at all." I had this throbbing cock in my mouth and my clit was doing a dance of its own. This was all so new and yet, all too familiar.

Ron helped me up from my position in front of him. He lifted the caftan, pulling it over my head, exposing the black lace and panties. He kneeled in front of me and slipped the panties off my hips and took a deep breath.

I wish you could have seen the broad smile on his face. It was like he had hit the jackpot! He lowered his face to my cunt, sucking my clit into his mouth. I started to moan and squeal like a skewered pig!

He gently laid me down on the daybed, lifting and spreading my legs apart. I was splayed open for all to see, if there had been someone else there. He returned to eating and sucking my clit, and I just melted like butter! My pussy was so juicy, I thought someone had poured water on me. When my orgasm hit me, I thought I was going to faint. Ron kept alternating between my clit, and thrusting his tongue in my pussy.

He stood up and moved on top of me, kissing me and positioning himself to get at my nipples. My nipples are just as large as my clit, Ron was pleasantly surprised when he saw them. I'm very proud of my nipples, taking every opportunity I can to stuff them in my own mouth.

I vaguely remember stepping over what seemed to be a mound of clothing. Ron was leading me to my bed, he kept kissing me for what seemed to be a lifetime, and he started kissing my neck and ears. He immediately hit the spot in my upper neck, which drives me totally insane with lust.

He moved back to the attention of my breasts and nipples while sending me in orbit. I kept trying to leap out of the bed every time he would lick, suck and gently bite them. I was in heaven, Lord, please let me stay there!

Just as quickly, he returned to menacing my fully erect clit. I have never had so many orgasms before! Every nerve in my muscles was exposed, alive, raw and twitching. It seemed as though someone had stuck my pussy into an electrical socket and just held it there, for years. My chest was heaving. I felt as thought I couldn't get enough air. He kept fucking my snatch with his tongue, and inching his way back to my clitty. I kept rewarding him with my juices, which he hungrily lapped up with gusto.

We both were exhausted and Ron lay back on the bed. Oh, boy, opportunity knocks. Turnabout is fair play, I think, wouldn't you?

As he lay on the pillow, I straddled his body. Since I weigh more than he does, he was pleasantly pinned under my cunt and legs, which he commenced to finger my clit again. I started licking and kissing on his neck, paying very special attention to his ears and throat.

I happen to be an ear freak. When I saw those luscious earlobes, I went wild. I kept alternating between the two, and down his throat and neck. I chewed, I sucked, I licked. I couldn't get enough of them. Ron was screaming with delight.

I felt like a child that had been denied sustenance for months, no matter how much I drank of him. The more I went into my attack mode, the more he moaned. Pleasuring him like this gave me so much joy. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to keep going, over and over and over...

I lowered myself a little further, taking my assault to another part of his body his chest and nipples. After all, a man's nipples are just as sensitive as women's are... I was elated!

Here were two ripe buds, just begging for attention, and boy did I serve them up with gusto. I had to catch myself, because I got too carried away and I think I bit him a little too hard. But my lust for him does it to me, every time.

I let go of his nipples, and I heard him sigh. I guess he thought that I was done with him. WRONG! I smiled at him sweetly, and I felt the devil hop on my shoulders again. I headed straight for the main course. I started sucking his cock like there was no tomorrow, no nothing. I licked his phallus like it was a chocolate lollypop. I cupped his jewels in my hands and sucked them gently into my mouth. Ron went wild.

By this time I had positioned myself alongside him. Not thinking about where I was, Ron got the opportunity to get my cunt back in his face, and he dove on my clit. I bucked and rode his face with another orgasm slamming into me.

Both of us were breathing heavily. Ron reached over and got a condom off the nightstand, sliding it on. What he didn't know was that I needed to feel his cock in my mouth once more. As soon as he got the condom on, I jumped his bones once again. I don't recommend tasting spermicide, it makes your mouth numb and quite dry, but I didn't care. I wanted one last shot with his dick in my mouth. He pulled me off of him and plunged that wonderful rod in my juicy and quivering cunt.

Damn he feels so good! When he slid in, I gasped with surprise. I had warned him earlier that if we ever got to the point of having sexual intercourse, even though I was a big girl, I was built kind of small internally. His lovely nine inches stretched me to degrees that I didn't know existed. My eyes got wider and my mouth opened in surprise, lust and happiness when he reached the back of my womb.

He pulled out temporarily and turned me over onto my tummy, urging me to get on my knees. He plunged his cock back in my tunnel, and I shouted for joy. He rode me and I felt that all too familiar heat taking me over, yet again. If I had to keep track of the number of orgasms my sweet lover brought to me this night, I would be speechless.

He cried out, signaling his coming. I could feel his spasms in my womb as he filled that condom with his juices. He collapsed onto my back, slightly. I lowered myself and him to our bed. He eased out of my honey pot, kissing me gently on the lips and my face. We snuggled together and slept briefly, resting up for the next sweet embrace.

RON:

On my way home the next afternoon, I was elated and quite worn out. I've had many an encounter in my life, but never one quite like this! Even though I'd been up and running around since about 4:45 that morning and despite having spent the last eight hours making love, I was practically bouncing in my seat as I followed Lynn to the I-95 North entrance.

As I drove, I kept thinking about the woman in the car in front of me, wondering if I would be able to see her again. Hell, maybe the next time we met, I'd get the CD drive fixed!

After pointing me in the right direction, I rode along side of her long enough to wave goodbye before cranking the car up to 80 mph. Although I am a rather focused person while driving, I could feel my cock straining against the fabric of my briefs as I relived the last eight hours.

Eight hours? Sweet Jesus, I can't remember the last time I made love for that length of time! At one point, we managed to get out of the bed and headed to the kitchen for some orange juice. Lynn stopped in her tracks in front of me and I playfully eased my still-hard cock against the crack of her ass. Wrapping my arms around her, I squeezed and pinched her nipples while nibbling on her neck and ears when the damnedest thing happened.

She bent over and I thought, "Good fucking deal I'm gonna hammer this thang right here in the living room, just like this." That was before I noticed Lynn had become dead weight in my arms. She started to fall forward and it was all I could do to catch her before she hit the floor and hurt herself.

What the fuck is going on? By the time I get her on the floor and onto her back, I realize Lynn is out cold; obviously, something has happened to her! Not being prone to panicking, I knelt beside her and called out her name, getting no response whatsoever. I peeled back an eyelid to confirm what I already knew the woman was out like a light.

Now what do I do? I am really concerned at this point; not knowing anything about her medical history, I couldn't really do anything. She was warm and clammy to the touch, so I went into the bathroom, wet a wash cloth, and used it to cool her head down as much as I could. After a couple of minutes, she moved much to my relief. A few minutes later, Lynn opened her eyes and I helped her to sit up, asking if she was okay.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she said. "I fainted."

"No shit! You scared the living hell out of me!"

After apologizing, I helped her off the floor into the bed. After making sure she was comfortable, I climbed in behind her, my cock growing harder by the second. Silently, I admonished myself for still being aroused and wanting to lay pipe to her when Lynn was obviously in no shape to continue. I told her to get some rest and we'd continue after she felt better. She tried to argue, but she agreed she'd feel better in a little while. As she drifted back off, I lay next to her trying to keep the adrenaline surge from burning me out.

Even as I drove, a vast mixture of emotions consumed me. One, getting laid after such a long time was a great relief masturbation is okay, but there's nothing quite like have a warm body under you with your cock stuck in it somewhere. The euphoria of having made love with Lynn made me giddy.

I was then aware of something lying just underneath my joy, making me feel a tad bit uncomfortable. Lynn had pretty much manhandled me, taking me to a level of sexual excitement I've actually only dreamed of. And she did it rather easily, too.

The implications were very clear to me. Well, let's put it this way: My body knew it had been mastered, even if my mind didn't really want to admit it. I'll get further into this a little later.

Anywho, I finally arrive home, heading straight for the bathroom to get rid of the erection I had for just over two hours. No matter what I did to break my concentration, my cock stayed rigid. Normally, I just love being hard and erect it is a delicious feeling. In this case, not only was my erection trapped inside my brief and slacks, there was the matter of my seat belt to deal with. One would think with all the pressure being put upon my crotch, getting hard and staying that way would be out of the question.

Not in this situation. Even after some ten hours, I could still smell, taste, and feel Lynn; the tactile memory of making love with her just refused to leave. Every time I took a breath, I could smell her perfume combined with the spicy scent of her incredibly delicious cunt. Lick my lips and I could taste her, close my eyes, I could feel her in more ways than one.

I have a strange sense of memory in that I can remember an event but I can also recall my emotions and physical sensations experienced during that event. While in the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror watching myself as I masturbated. For a moment, I closed my eyes and I could feel Lynn's clit in my mouth, all fat, hard and long. My eyes flew open in surprise it felt so real! Closing my eyes again, I could feel her mouth on me, soft and hot; I could also feel her weight pressing down on me as she sucked me.

For the coup de grace, I could feel her pussy around my cock just as if I were still inside her! Let me try to describe what it's like being inside Lynn:

First, there's the feel of her slick wetness as the head of my dick passes between her very swollen cunt lips a very silky feeling. As my glans moves into position against the tight ring of her opening and I push, there's a bit of resistance before the head of my cock spreads her. It is tight very tight for about the first half inch. After that, as I slide deep into her, I can feel my cock spreading her cunt wide as the thickest part of me passes into her. When fully inside her, the ring of muscle clamps down on the base of my cock.

It is hot and wet being inside Lynn. When I withdraw, say, halfway, it's like sliding on silk very smooth. Plunging back in usually causes a bit of a splash. Oh, yes, the woman is very juicy inside.

As I grew closer to bustin' that nut, I could feel the memory of the moment just before I overloaded the condom. Growing thicker inside her, I could actually feel her being spread wider. Well, that was enough to do it for me because the sperm was flowing all down the back of my hand and wrist before splattering into the sink.

And I remained hard. So, closing my eyes again, I could feel her biting my nipples and trying to eat my ear off. That enabled me to get rid of the problem in my hand. As the last spurt flowed out, I could feel myself growing soft. I cleaned up and went to take care of something around the house, only to have my cock rock hard again five minutes later.

Oh, to be sure, I had to have her again, if she'd let me. Such intense feelings! As I drifted off to sleep later that evening (yes, I was still hard), I found myself fervently hoping she found me adequate enough to want to make love with me again.

LYNN:

I opened my eyes. Someone was in the bed next to me! I looked over. It was Ron.

"Hello."

Smiling like a Cheshire cat, I stretched, and the covers fell from my breasts.

Ron sucked one of my nipples in his mouth. He twirled his tongue over the head. OOOhhh!!! My clit twitched just as it has been for the past eight hours. He reaches down between my legs and finds a pool of juices on my thigh, leading back to my cunt. His tongue traces a line back to where the juices came, finding my clit inviting him to partake of its pleasures.

Damn, I have to keep my mind on this road, otherwise I'm going to crack up this car. I reach down, unzipping the front of my jeans, touching my clit, and feeling my wetness as I lead Ron back to I-95 on his way home. I insert my index finger into my cunt, coating it with his/my scent.

I trace the outline of my lips with my finger, drawing it into in my mouth, sucking on it like it's Ron's cock, savoring the taste. Gee if he only knew I was fingering myself in this car as I'm driving. I wonder how he would react? Hopefully I will be able to see him again. I hope that I didn't frighten the hell out of him earlier.

Thinking back over the past hours, I remember us getting out of bed, heading towards the kitchen. We stopped in the living room. The sun was just beginning to rise. The horizon had created beautiful hues of purple, orange and yellow.

Ron put his arms around me, nibbling on my neck, and taking the opportunity to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples. We were watching the sunrise, when my head started swimming. It felt as though someone was squeezing my head with a vice, and I couldn't do a thing about it. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I barely remember the floor greeting me.

Something is cold on my face and it's moving. I open my eyes, trying desperately to focus on what is going on. I see a blurry image in front of me. It's looking down at me.

"Lynn?" The fog is clearing. The image is getting sharper. I see a face.

It's Ron. "Are you okay?"

Fear and humiliation take over my senses. Okay, Lynn say something. You've obviously scared the fuck out of Ron. You forgot to tell him. But it hasn't happened in so long.

The only thing I could think of is, "Yeah, I fainted."

"No shit! You scared the hell out of me!"

"I'm sorry, this hasn't happened to me in a very long time." Ron apologizes profusely for swearing at me. He is thoroughly puzzled.

"No, it isn't your fault, it's mine. Let me try to explain."

He helps me off the floor, and leads me straight back to the bed. He curls up behind me, listening intently to what I was telling him. Afterwards, he kisses my face and I drift off to sleep. We fit well together in bed as well as when having sex.

I see Ron riding along side of me, waving goodbye. I wave back, and I watch as he takes off. I pull off at the next exit and head back towards home. No one has brought out the feelings in me like that in years! I haven't made love that long since my ex and we hit a new record of fourteen straight hours even then.

Even when I had Charles and Marshall in bed with me, it didn't last too long. But that is what I get for having a threesome with inexperienced twenty-year-olds. They were arguing over who was going first. I solved the problem by attacked them both at the same time. It was so nice having a warm body with a real idea how to pleasure a woman to snuggle up to.

I drove into the complex and parked the car in the space where Ron had been earlier. A great smile covered my face.

Gee, that was fun. I pray that we will do it again, and again. I walk into the apartment. The distinct odor of sex hung in the air. My clit began to twitch again. I went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.

Taking off my clothes and stepping into the shower, I closed my eyes, letting the stinging needles of hot water attack my nipples and between my thighs. Soaping myself, I let my fingers slip between my legs, carefully going over every inch of my clit, sliding my fingers into my hole, soaping it as well.

As I do this, I can feel Ron's tongue flicking over my clit and fucking my hole. I pay close attention to the exact movements of his tongue, causing me to have an orgasm which brings me to my knees.

I lay in the bottom of the tub. I can feel his breath and his teeth closing on my nipples, working their way down my navel. The white heat that took over my body earlier threatens to cut off my breathing. My breasts are heaving up and down.

I bring my knees up to my chest, trapping my fingers to my clit, working the head profusely. I have a massive orgasm that rocks me, sending shivers up and down my spine. Even though I'm in a tub with hot water circling around me, I'm freezing. Closing my eyes, I can see Ron smiling with satisfaction.

I manage to get myself out of the tub and shut off the water, which has now become cold. That is very rare, because each apartment has its own hot water tank, and has never run out of hot water before in the ten years I have lived in the complex. I towel myself off and return to the scene of the delicious crime my bedroom.

I am standing in front of the mirror, looking at myself. I see a well-fucked, fresh woman, ready for the next time Ron and I meet. I reach for the baby oil and watch myself pour it over my tits, watching its descent down my stomach, to its destination, between my legs. I massage the oil into my skin, imagining that Ron is here doing this to me. I lay back across the bed and spread my legs wide.

The slickness of the oil feels so good on my clit. My fingers slip easily in and out of my pussy. I close my eyes and pretend my fingers are Ron's cock, enticing and spurning my orgasm with much spirit and gusto. My hips thrust upward to meet the thrusting of Ron's cock. The delicious white heat overtakes me, and I again, scream out my release. As I feel my senses returning to normal, I relax, smiling to myself and curl up for a nap.