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RON:

After our first encounter, I couldn't wait until the next one.

I didn't have to wait long. The next time we made love, we sorta did away with the condom. I wanted to find out what it felt like to be inside her without it, so in between eating her, I would stop and slide my cock into her, give her a few deep, hard strokes, and go back to eating her, savoring the taste of my cock on her.

To shorten this just a bit, I'm stroking away inside of her and she feels so good against my naked cock! Before I lose it, though, I'd better get out of her and slip the condom on. We had an interesting conversation about using them.

I pulled out and she got angry with me, asking me where I was going! I'm dumbfounded and remind her of the conversation we had. Well, in so many words, I was ordered back inside and urged to finish.

Now, I didn't have a problem with that at all because I hate condoms. And, if she happened to get pregnant, so much the better! A few more strokes and I'm filling her sweet cunt with my cream!

A couple of weeks later, we got to talking about the CD drive again, painfully reminding me I failed to fix the damned thing during my first visit there. Well, something got fixed, but it wasn't the drive!

I leave from work at the end of the day and stop at home just long enough to pickup my tool kit and diagnostic diskettes before jumping onto the interstate and heading south. Now that I know it's really going to take me two hours to get there, I'm not panicking but I'm trying very hard not to be in a hurry, too. Even though I can't wait to get back into her arms again, I didn't need the Maryland State Police in my ass about speeding.

By the time I got to the tunnel at Baltimore, I can feel my heart rate increasing; I'm now only 30 minutes away, sooner if I can get away with doing 70 or 80 in some stretches. Stop, pay the $1 toll and enter the tunnel. I know there are no cops inside the tunnel and, with the way in front of me clear, kick the Dynasty up to 90, getting through the tunnel in about two minutes. What a rush! Just before exiting the tunnel, I slow back to 60 and good thing, too, because there's Maryland's finest sitting at the exit. I ease on by and, once out of sight, engage the cruise control, which was set at 70.

I'm thinking, "Man, this can't get any better!" Until I ran into one grand daddy of a traffic jam. As best I can figure it, there was one hell of an accident several miles ahead of me (I saw the remnants of it almost an hour later). I'm pissed to no end and, to make matters worse, the car starts to overheat. I keep looking at my watch, because I know Lynn's expecting me to arrive at about 7:00 or 7:30. Shit! This is just what the fuck I needed.

Eventually, I make my way through the mess. Once free and clear to navigate, I really push it, hitting 95 in some places to make up lost time.

Finally, I hit the College Park exit I'm now 15 minutes away. As you might expect, I catch every traffic light along the East-West Highway, adding precious seconds to my arrival time. After some well-placed curses and comments about the probable parentage of the drivers in front of me, I get to the landmark which tells me I am now only six minutes away.

Right turn by the gas station there's the power company's tank; I'm now two minutes away and my heart is pounding like crazy. Down to the light, right turn, left turn I'm here! Finally! I park and kill the engine. I left my tool kit and other stuff in the car because, now, I have to piss like it's nobody's business! I look around and...

Lynn's car is nowhere to be found. Oh, boy. What to do? I know her neighbor, Grace met her the last time I was here, but since I don't know what kind of car she drives, I don't know if she's home or not.

Oh, double shit! Then, I remember Mabel, who doesn't live far from Lynn. But I hesitate; when Lynn introduced me to Mabel, the woman undressed me and fucked me with her eyes, making me feel like a deer caught in the headlights. There's no doubt in my mind that if I go up there, something fucked up is going to happen even if I just have to use her facilities.

Damn, damn, DAMN! At first, I was trying to hold off by walking around; now, I'm several seconds from pissing myself. I take a look to my right and spot the wooded area of the park that runs alongside the apartment complex. Any old port in a storm, as they say.

Just as I'm about to make my acquaintance with a tree, Lynn pulls in. Needless to say, I'm really glad to see her. She gets out of the car and apologizes she just went to get something to eat. I wasn't trying to be rude, but I told her I really had to go to the bathroom.

She looked at me funny for a moment before hurrying to open the door. I dash past her into the bathroom and, ah, bliss!

With that dealt with, I go out to the car and get my stuff and return to the living/dining room to uphold the rules of the house (after putting the goodies down), wrapping Lynn into my arms and kissing her.

And immediately lost my mind. There is something so exciting about kissing her. In between having my lips on hers, she says something about having a key made to the apartment so something like this won't happen again.

Yeah, yeah whatever. Shut up, woman, and let me get back to kissing you.

Just like the very first time I kissed her, I became erect instantly and my 'average size' cock is throbbing hotly against my stomach. This time, though, I don't care if she notices it or not; in fact, I'm hoping she does!

Lynn is giggling in between the kisses and I've got my hands inside her pants, fondling her ass. I have to tell you that something in the back of my mind is saying something about the PC but, with two hands full of her ass, I'm not really paying much attention to it.

Then, it seems like I got shut into a glass room because I had the eerie feeling of begin separated from myself. It was like someone else was in control of my body and all I could do was watch, because before you know it, I had her stripped to her birthday suit and my clothes were flying all over the place.

I think she asked me what I was doing while I was undressing her; honestly, I don't remember (even though I remember the amused look on her face). Once we were both naked as the day we were born, I went back to kissing her lips and face, drinking in the scent of Red, combined with whatever the hell she uses on her hair.

All the while, I'm in the glass prison, screaming at myself to stop what I'm doing because I'm supposed to be working on the computer and, I never bothered to close and lock the front door when I came back in.

That got my attention for a moment, just long enough for me to look up and see that, indeed, the front door was ajar just a bit. I thought about getting up and securing it. But, when I raised myself up in preparation to stand up, I took one look at those gorgeous nipples and the lust filled look on her face and thought, "It'll be okay we'll be right here!"

My mouth on her nipples did wonders for both of us. Outside of Melissa, I've not seen nipples like this on a woman before. On the verge of being out of control, I bite down on a nipple a little too hard (I thought) and Lynn cried out, a look of pure bliss on her face. On to the other breasts and I'm trying suck it into my mouth, while knowing good and damned well I'm not getting that massive D-cup into my mouth I can barely get her nipple and the areola in there!

Nestled between her legs, I'm having the time of my life on her breasts, my fingers working in and out of her juicy slit. After a few minutes of that, it was time to visit the area my fingers were working in. You know, sort of an on-site inspection, if you will.

When my mouth makes contact with her clitty, I hear a sharp intake of breath, a long, drawn out sigh, a giggle (where did that come from) and her whole body relaxes. Well now, we can't have that, can we? I let my lust take a bit more control and go into a feeding frenzy on her pussy until she starts cumming.

While I was eating her, I wanted to make her come no less than three times and I have no idea why.

So, Lynn's getting pretty sloppy with both her own juices and my saliva before the feeding frenzy ends and, having had several orgasms myself, I sit back to catch my breath. Which, of course, gives her the opportunity to exact a measure of revenge on me. She goes on the 'attack,' kissing me sweetly several times before proceeding to eat my ear off my body!

I don't know what it is about my ears she likes, but I know it is driving me further into insanity. Instantly, I go from being very aroused from my oral performance on her and resting to a blur of motion, trying to escape from the ear lunatic. She makes a pit stop along my neck before jumping on my nipples. Now, I'm really trying to get away from her but, as in the past, she has her weight placed on me just right, allowing her total access to me while preventing any escape on my part.

I also don't know why, but I love having her put her full weight on me. It makes me feel good. It also makes me feel helpless and vulnerable, completely at her mercy, which is something I wasn't aware of. With her, if she's doing these things, I want her to dominate me and even to hurt me a little. Oh, my God; what's going on with me?

The pain comes as she really bites down on my nipple. God, it hurts so much and feels kinda nice, too, in a way. Another really hard suck on the other nipple (I almost exploded right on the spot), she grins at me evilly and pounces on my cock, sucking and slurping away happily.

I'm putty under her as the sensations flow through me. Somehow, I manage to move her over me until we're in a 69; I prop my head up with my hands and go back to eating her, sucking her monstrous clit. I love sucking her so much I almost bit her clit off I don't think she would have appreciated that very much.

Finally, she lets go of my cock and I hear a voice say, "Fuck me, Lynn. Please fuck me and make me come."

If I didn't know any better, I could swear the person who said that was me!

As I move her into position to straddle me, Lynn tells me she's not very good on top. Who cares? I want to feel her on top of me and my cock buried inside her. Despite her mild protest, she mounts me and I get a chance to see the look on her face as my cock spreads her open. I can honestly say that I've never seen someone look so happy! Usually, because of my size, the initial look is one of pain. At nine inches long (ten when I'm really aroused) and about just short of two inches in diameter, I'm obviously larger than most men, but not freakishly so.

Lynn thinks I'm average, though.

Anyway, she seats herself fully onto me and her eyes go wide in surprise; even with her on top, the head of my dick is making full contact with her cervix. A grimace then the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Then the evil smile returns, along with the laugh that always sends chills down my spine.

I scoot down a little and begin ramming my cock into her, wiping that smile right off her face. We stop and I get us arranged so that she's sitting in my lap, my cock still firmly and, for the moment, permanently buried inside her. In this position, I know I can stay rock hard inside of her because of the angle of penetration along with the fact she's putting pressure on the lower half of my body. The result? I can stay like this literally for hours without coming because the pressures on my body won't let me.

Hooked up like this, we're kissing and basically having the time of our lives. She gets started on my ears again and the passion meter blows a gasket. Dear God, I just gotta cream her! One final time, I move us; this time, I'm on top. One of the advantages of having her sitting in my lap like that is when I move to be on top of her, I am in the perfect position and her legs are way up and out of my way, giving me the room to really pound her pussy.

And I pound away like a madman while, in the glass prison, I'm telling myself I should be ashamed of myself.

Fat chance, Ron; get a life.

I'm shoving nine inches into this woman just as hard and fast as I can. I look down into her eyes and she's looking at me, wearing that evil grin again! Okay, one more time to move! Getting up, I positioned her until she had her chest on the sofa and her ass hanging in the wind. I spread her legs wide with mine and move into position, taking an evil moment to rub the head of my cock along her entire slit before plunging into her with gusto.

It wasn't long before I felt the familiar feeling; my cock seemed to swell to twice its size before the first spurts arrived and I felt as if I was having a heart attack. I do know I stopped breathing for a moment as spurt after spurt of cream shot into her. What was Lynn doing while I'm flooding her insides? She's smiling and giggling happily.

After refreshing with some OJ (our favorite after-sex drink) it starts all over again. Check this shit out: I got there on Friday evening about 8:30 (because of the traffic jam) and we started making love somewhere around 9:00; we didn't make love in the bed until sometime late Saturday afternoon. We left the apartment twice that weekend; once to get keys made and another time to get breakfast and she wanted me to meet her friend, Rachel.

Actually, we went to breakfast, went to meet Rachel, didn't find her, went back to the apartment. Made love, left to get the keys made and to meet Rachel found her this time, came back and made love until I left sometime Sunday.

I'm surprised my dick is still with me because I swear I think I left it somewhere inside Lynn.

LYNN:

Just like Ron, I was anxiously awaiting our next meeting. Every time I thought of him, I would cream my panties. At one point, I would have to put on three or more panty liners during the day, just talking with him on the telephone would make me so hot, I wanted to jump through the phone and rip off his clothes.

We would make erotic phone calls to each other, breathing heavily in the phone, Lord it would make the ladies in the office with me envious. Just thinking about him now, if I wasn't typing, keeping my hands on the keyboard would be very exasperating. I would definitely be stroking the tip of my clit, wishing my fingers were his tongue. Yum!

When we did get together, it was bliss. Once, he was eating the hell out of me, he would stop and give me a few strokes of his lovely cock. He would pull out, it would infuriate me, because I wanted him to continue and he was literally torturing my poor, helpless pussy. The good thing about it was he replaced his cock with his tongue.

I had been thinking about relaxing the rules, and letting him come inside of me without the condom. We both had HIV tests done which came back negative. My doctors had told me in the past that I couldn't have children, so I was relatively sure I didn't have to worry about pregnancy either. I have always wanted children, and since my first marriage, it never happened, so I basically took a "wait and see if it happens" attitude. Ron and I had thoroughly discussed it before, as we do everything. We rather liked the idea of bringing in a little person into the world.

So when he looked down at me and I assured him that it was okay, he happily dove in. It is a feeling that is hard to describe. Being filled completely, with every inch of him filling me, I have this feeling of electricity that starts at the base of my spine, and works its way up to my brain, with delicious precision.

A couple of weeks afterwards, we were talking, and of course, my CD-ROM still hasn't been fixed yet. Every time Ron gets here, we get nowhere near the computer. So again, Ron decides to make a house call. We decide that he would be here about 7:00 or 7:30. I waited... nothing. Okay, it's getting late, where is he? It's about 8:30, still nothing, no sign of him. Okay, before I panic and call out the guards, I will think of something else. My stomach makes up my mind for me time to feed it. While I'm waiting, I decide to make a pit stop at the local soul food restaurant. I was starving!!

I drive around to the restaurant to pick up dinner. When I return, I see his car. Ok, where is he? I pull into the parking lot, shutting off the car. As I open the door, I see him step out of the shadows. Damn, he scared me. I start apologizing when I found out he urgently needs to use the bathroom. I'm asking him a thousand questions as I'm opening the door. He flies past me and straight into the facilities. I'm glad that I was only five minutes away from the house, for his sake. I laugh to myself, when he comes out with a definite look of relief on his face.

He goes back out to his car to pick up his things. He comes back in, sits everything on the dining room table. I turn around and he grabs me and feverishly plants a kiss on me that curls my toes in my sneakers. I try to say something like, "I am going to make you a key, so next time this happens, you will have it so you don't have to wait for me." But I don't get very far. The next thing I know is my clothes are being peeled from my body, and I see them flying in the air. And I thought I could strip in a hurry, but damn, he has me beat by a long shot!!

I try to ask him other questions, but I'm not getting very far. "Why didn't you knock on Grace's door?"

He answers, "I have no idea what kind of car she has, or if she was home, if she had company."

Fair enough. "Why didn't you go up to Mabel's if you had to go badly? She would have let you in."

"And I probably wouldn't have made it back out the door in one piece. You know the looks I was getting the other day."

Yes I do remember vividly. If I were a jealous person, I would have smothered her with her own tits, without leaving any fingerprints! Especially since hers are quite larger than my own!

How did we end up on the floor? Just a minute ago, we were standing in the middle of the living room floor with his hands firmly planted on my ass cheeks. Now all I can feel is my nipples being deliciously assaulted, and particularly curious set of fingers working in between my legs, causing a juicy reaction. I'm in heaven, and I don't want to come back down to earth.

He makes a mistake.

My sweet lover stops to take a breath, giving me a chance to pounce upon him again, attacking and chewing on his ears. I still to this day have absolutely no idea why I react to his ears as I do, all I know is, I have to have them, and I have to have them, NOW! He is trying to squirm away from me, but I have all of my weight upon his body, and it is a little difficult for him to move.

I am chewing on those fleshy luscious globes, and he is trembling, twitching and screaming in pain/pleasure. Just hearing him this way makes me hornier than I have ever been in my life. I try to be a good girl, and alternate between his ears, face and throat, but the deliciously lusty evil twin in me takes over and I end up right back where I started his ears.

I move slowly further down his body placing kisses and tongue licks on every inch of my hunk of human masculinity. I can't get enough of him. I spot something which I haven't placed my well-deserved attention to in quite a while now.

I feel like a newborn child as I hungrily suck on those ripe nipples, just begging to be nibbled and paid strict attention to. It is as though they are calling out to me, and of course I just have to take precedence and heed the call. I bite down his left nipple and I hear him groan, turning me on even more. Something in the back of my brain is saying, "Take it easy, there won't be anything left if you bite it off." But the evil twin hops back upon me, taking over and I just lose it.

I move further down his body... Jackpot!

I inch slowly towards my feast for the evening. Damn it looks good standing in the wind and just twitching its ass off! My favorite chocolate lollypop, anxiously awaiting Mommy to suck it down my throat with glee. And suck it down, I do indeed!

He manages to roll me over onto my side into a 69 position, continuing his luscious attack upon my clit. He gets so swept away in lust, it feels as though he is going to bite it off, but it feels good having him pounce upon me. I can't get enough of him... I never want to get enough of him...

I think I hear a voice in the shadows...

"Fuck me..."

He urges me on top of him, straddling him just under his belly button. It feels delicious sitting astride him. I have never really cared for being on top; to me, it feels kinda awkward, at first. But at this point, my lover doesn't care. He wants to see my face as I'm being impaled on his manhood. It is a pretty awesome feeling to slide down on this cock and let the erotic sensations sweep over me. My eyes widen as the penetration continues, I'm filled to the brink.

With me impaled on him, it also gave me a chance to attack his ears and face. licking him from one side to the other, driving him totally crazy. He starts bucking, I feel like I'm riding a bronco. My breasts are jumping to and fro, and the nipples harden with each stroke.

Ron rolls over, and he's in the dominant position. He literally flips over, with my cunt firmly wrapped around his cock. He looks down at me and I'm wearing the most devilish, evil smile. That gives him the incentive to turn me around again, half of me hanging off the couch, the other half being fucked into oblivion.

Ron plunges into me, the familiar feeling of delicious heat engulfs me. He started to groan, and I feel his pulses splashing inside of my cunt, lapping up each spurt that's coming from him. We both are breathless and sweaty, breathing heavily. I have this incredulous grin on my face, one which I can't seem to get it to fade away.

We managed to make it to our bedroom sometime on Saturday. I never knew fucking on the floor felt so good!

Every time I moved a muscle, Ron's dick moved with me, even when he was not in me.

We get up and get orange juice. Gee it seems that is all the nourishment I can get Ron to take... for the moment.

The next day, after we have recovered somewhat from many, many punishing hours of happily being sucked, licked and fucked, I suggest we take care of a few minor details like breakfast and to have a set of keys made. We reluctantly put our clothing back on with the promises they will be stripped off later, and head to the outside world.

I make the suggestion we go and meet one of my long-time friends. Rachel has always kidded me she never got the chance to meet any of my lovers. She always heard me talk about Greg, and she heard his voice over the telephone, but in eight years, they never laid eyes on each other. Which was typical for him. I had several lovers during this period, they knew about Greg, but he never knew about the others.

We missed Rachel right after breakfast, so we dashed home to engage in another round of what seemed like endless lovemaking. We went back out to get the keys made, why we didn't do it before, I have absolutely no idea. Found Rachel this time, came back and started our frenzied passions all over again until Ron left on Sunday.

Before he left, he looked down at me with those dark brown eyes and smiled. "One more for the road," he said. He swept me up in his arms, giving me a passionate kiss that started all of my body twitching all over again.

As I heard him start up his car, I sighed. My nipples throbbed happily in unison with my cunt. My lust sated, even if it is just for the moment. I close my eyes for some well deserved sleep.

RON:

I wish it were possible to accurately verbalize the sexual energy which flows between Lynn and I. I've had lovers in the past which I've found either bothersome or, at best, interesting. I know in my relationship with Melissa, years ago, I thought I would never run across anyone with more sexual energy.

I must have been kidding. I don't know where she gets it from; it's like she is consumed with lust every moment of her life. Through the first couple of months of our meeting, I've laid pipe to her like I've never done it before, even surprising myself at the level of endurance.

And she keeps coming back for more. For the longest time, I would sit and think about this, truly worried. I thought Melissa to be insatiable at one point until I made love to her for four straight hours, finally wearing her out so much she couldn't continue.

Lynn is something entirely different, though. She admitted to me once that she'd never really experienced an orgasm until we got together, something I find remarkable where she is concerned, but not unusual as far as women go. In fact, Melissa had pretty much said the exact same thing.

I know she loves to have her pussy eaten and, modesty aside, if there's one thing I do well in bed, it's eating pussy. The awesome size of her pussy and clit just seem to motivate me to new heights. I know she's had some pretty shattering orgasms with my mouth on her. Shit, I've had quite a few myself while doing her!

And she keeps coming back. Never before have I ever had the pleasure of being with someone who is just as sexually intense as I am and then some. As I may have said earlier in my tale, I've never spent so much time with my cock in my hand! Just thinking about making love with Lynn is enough to get me rock hard and in need of release.

Even at work, I hear her voice, my dick reacts. There haven't been very many days where we've spoken on the phone and I haven't been fully erect and dripping cum. Every now and then, one of the women at work will wear Red and I can feel my nuts tightening as the scent triggers some pretty exciting memories.

I remember the night I came down to the apartment, right before Christmas. When I got there, her next door neighbor was out in the hallway, hanging decorations. As I exchange greetings with her, I hear Lynn's voice through the closed door and she is loud and angry about something. Cutting off my conversation with Grace, I grab my keys and rush into the apartment to find.

Nothing. Grace's telling me she didn't think Lynn was home, yet I can hear her pitching a bitch with someone. I pretty much ignore Grace's remarks and go searching for my baby, thinking something bad is happening. I dash into the bedroom. No Lynn, and she's not in the den, either. Now I'm really confused because I can clearly hear her.

Dummy. Did you think to look in the bathroom? I stick my head in the darkened bathroom and find Lynn sitting in the tub soaking and arguing with someone on the phone. She looks up at me, smiles, and waves and goes right back to arguing. Needless to say, I'm relieved to find she's okay, so I undress and join her in the warm, bubbly water.

Her smile widens as I ease into the tub and we go through a little shuffling and rearranging for a few moments. A funny thought crosses my mind in that this tub ain't big enough for both of us. Anyway, after a few minutes, I learn she's having an argument with her father. They're going back and forth and I take advantage of the situation, reaching underwater and playing with her clit.

She then tells her father that she doesn't feel like arguing with him any more and that she's got a man with a big dick in the tub with her and she going to fuck him for all she's worth. He must have asked her how I got in there because she told him that I have a key. I wish you could have seen the look on my face, especially after she said, "Here. My father wants to talk to you."

She hands me the phone and now I'm talking to her father. I can tell he's got nine sheets to the winds and, honestly, I really wasn't paying much attention to what he had to say. I was, however, polite. Eventually, I hand her back the phone and I get out of the tub the water's stone cold. Lynn says a few more words and then hangs up the phone, laughing.

Of course, I just had to ask what all that was about. After a few more giggles, she tells me during her last trip home, she told her father she was gay. And he bought it. I almost choked on my own spit when I started laughing.

As I'm drying Lynn's back, I flashed back to the last time we attempted to shower together. Do I need to tell you we didn't get close to being clean? Good, because we didn't. This time was no exception.

We head into the bedroom and I immediately throw myself onto her, kissing her like a starving man. God, I love her lips! Of course, this gets her to giggling because I'm all over her. I get my mouth on her neck and the giggles vanish, replaced with her moans of delight. I'm sucking away happily while my fingers are working on her clit and nipples.

A sharp intake of breath tells me I've got her full attention as I work my fingers in and out of her nowsoaking wet cunt. I leave her neck (reluctantly) and concentrate on those huge nipples, which are now very much erect. Of all the women I've ever loved, only Melissa had larger nipples, although hers are more wide than long about an inch across if I'm right. Lynn's nipples are just about a full inch long and I love biting them and sucking them as hard as I think she can take it.

I feel her pussy contract against my fingers she's coming and I can feel her hot juices coating my hand. The high-pitched squeal coming from her excites me, as does her fucking against my fingers, which are crossed inside of her.

Okay, enough of this; it's time to have dinner. Slowly, I withdraw my fingers, inhaling the tangy aroma before plunging my face into the source. I hear another sigh as my tongue snakes inside her, forcing her tight muscles apart so I can lap up her juices. I can feel her clit throbbing against the underside of my chin a curious feeling, to be sure and I can't wait until I get that miniature cock in my mouth. Drawing my tongue out of her slit and along the underside of her clit (Jesus, it is so fucking big), I feel her shiver, intensifying my desire.

I suck her into my mouth hungrily and I'm so excited with feeling the head of her clit touching the roof of my mouth! Ah, but this means the entire, thick head is fully out of its sheath and I go to town on the sensitive knob, rejoicing in the way its jerking crazily in my mouth. Not that there's anything freaky about Lynn, outside of the size of her clit, this is so much like sucking cock it isn't funny. Two inches long and about half that size thick, I truly have the best of both worlds because I can use skills for eating pussy as well as sucking dick.

Lynn's bucking against my face as I devour her. She raises her knees to give me better access and I stick a finger inside of her. She cries out and this huge clit/cock is pulsing in my mouth something fierce. I'm actually expecting a load of semen to flow, that's how much eating her resembles doing a guy. Finger wet with her juices, I ease my finger into her tight ass hole, up to the first knuckle and I hear her say, "Oh, shit."

I don't want to hurt her, so I just wiggle my fingertip inside her ass, making her fuck my face faster and harder. Her clit goes completely hard and she shudders out of control as she gets swept away by another sweet orgasm. Gently, I remove my finger and tone my sucking down to just gently sucks and licks. I can feel streams of pre-cum pouring from my cock onto her breast, so I reach down and grab it, rubbing the sticky fluid on her nipple, which sends ripples of pleasure through both of us. Within a minute or so, her clit is soft in my mouth, so I sit up to lick my juices off her nipples.

Mmm. I just love the way I taste on her as I let my tongue fly across her nipple. There was a time I could easily suck my own cock (I've gotten a bit inflexible in my old age to try it now), so I know what my stuff tastes like. But on her, it is a great deal more pleasurable. Now, it's Lynn's turn to pleasure me. Here's a strange thought or two for you to consider.

I love the way she makes love to me. Hot, intense, and extremely passionate.

I've even heard her growling softly as she's nibbling on my ears or sucking me. I can't imagine any man not being well taken care of in bed with her. Lynn's intensity is scary in a good way. In my mind, I can't wait for her to turn me into 200 pounds of putty. Yet, at the same time, I dread it because each time we make love, my animal creeps further out of its cage and the last thing I want to do is to lose control and accidentally hurt her.

Lynn is happily sucking on my left ear (I suppose she likes that one better than my right ear), alternating between moaning and giggling. Her pace increases and I idly start to worry about my earrings as her teeth clatter over them. She's holding my head in one hand, my cock in the other and laying across me, pinning me. I'm helpless and she knows it as I try to get away from her.

Does it sound like I panicked? Well, to my everlasting shame, I did. I try to move her and find I have no strength whatsoever. Then, I hear that evil chuckle in my ear as she asks me, "Where are you going? Oh, no, your ass is mine!"

My cock is quivering in her hand as an orgasm washes over and through me so hard and fast I feel like I just came all over her hand. As she moves down to my nipples, I sneak a peek at my cock, still firmly in her grasp. I don't see anything running down her hand, and I'm really getting scared because the orgasm I just felt is normally associated with hot, pearly spunk.

After torturing my nipples, Lynn goes to work on my cock. The instant she takes me into her mouth, I have another orgasm, more intense than the last one. My cock is really jerking in her mouth, so much she had to steady it with her hand. I'm thinking, "Shit, I just came in her mouth I know I did."

I hadn't. Lynn is moaning and giggling like a madwoman as I feel her tongue swirling around the head of my dick. She takes me as deep as she can and moans delightfully, sending more shivers down my spine. With a wet, popping sound, she takes me out of her mouth and laughs wickedly.

Just the break I needed. I get up a little and make my way between her legs searching for her clit. You can tell when I found it because the evil laugh gets cut off quickly. My tongue is sliding into her slit God, this is some good-tasting pussy! Side by side, we lick and suck each other, each trying to overwhelm the other.

The tide turns in my favor! I've got her on top of me, somewhere I know she doesn't want to be, and I'm eating the shit out of her. She falls forward, which opens her up to me and I go to town on her, shoving my tongue into her hard and fast. Ah, but what is this? With my eyes adjusted to the dark room, I can see the wrinkled circle of her ass.

So, I insert my tongue and get busy. I find it to be an interesting taste, strangely sweeter than her pussy, which normally has a sweet taste to it. I must be doing something she likes because she's moaning and groaning, grinding her ass into my face. This is really putting a horrific strain on my neck, so I use a pillow to prop my head up. Now comfortable, I go back to sucking her wetness, using my hands to encourage her to fuck my mouth.

Lynn obliges me and within seconds, her thick clit is sliding in and out of my mouth, her pussy leaking an ocean of girl-stuff all over my face. I suppose she got tired from being on her knees, especially after the orgasm she had, because she rolls carefully off me, panting heavily and trying to focus her eyes.

I sit up and look at my handiwork. I know we both look a mess, but she's in worse shape than I am. My passions are roaring out of control, the fires of my lust searing me and something broke inside me. I reached down and spread her legs and she asked me what I was doing. I don't remember ever answering her, but I think the feeling of my mouth gobbling up her clit again was answer enough.

Lynn's cursing like a sailor now and it adds to my excitement as she bucks under my relentless mouth and tongue. In the back of my mind, I know I've eaten her to the point where she's super-sensitive and the raspy feel of my tongue must be causing her some pain. I let a glob of saliva coat her once again swollen clit and her thrashing subsides a little. Using my lips to draw back her foreskin, I grabbed her clit and sucked on the exposed head really hard, my tongue running along the head faster than even I thought possible.

I can feel her hands pushing against my head, trying to dislodge me. Hah. Good try, babe. Nothing is going to stop me from eating this pussy right off her body. I am insane as I continue to punish her clit, snaking my tongue into her slit for a few before resuming my attack on her clitty. Then I heard something I thought I'd never hear.

"No, stop! Please stop!"

That was enough to break through my lust-induced insanity. Instantly, I sat up and looked at her. She was sobbing gently, her hands covering her eyes. My erection, once proud and raging mightily, vanished. What had I done? I felt so bad.