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LYNN:

I am amazed at the energy at which my lover has matched me. Usually I will find someone who really isn't into what a woman needs are, they of course are only in the act for their own gratification. But I have found out over the past few months, Ron is different. We laughingly joke from time to time, that he is going to have to take a month's leave after we're married, so we can get used to each other, and it will take a year or two to unpack everything, because we're too busy fucking. Well? So be it. I like challenges.

Every time he thinks he has the upper hand, I come back raring to go for more. He has even admitted to me that he had never come across someone with as much sexual energy, which sometimes I find strange considering he has had quite a few lovers in his life since he began his sexual quest at age of eight.

My lover loves to eat pussy, just as much as I love him doing me. I couldn't imagine anyone not experiencing the joys of oral sex, and thinking they have a normal sex life. To not go down on your mate, to me is blasphemous.

I have always expressed to Ron, I was the type of lover that gives as good as I get. For example, if I get a totally sloppy performance from a lover, then he will get the same, and never have the chance to go back to the delights which wait between my legs.

Oddly enough, in my 40 years, some would wonder what was wrong with me, because I have only taken less than ten lovers in my sexual lifetime. Most of my friends have had the same number within a single year, let alone over the expanse of my age. But I prefer quality instead of quantity. Also saves you wear and tear on the body...

When I first met Ron and we started having sex together, I mentioned the fact I had never really experienced a nerve-shattering, earth moving type orgasm, before him. Most of the lovers I had were listening intently to my moans, and thinking they were rocking my world. I would leave the relationships thoroughly disgusted and ready to give up on the male population as a whole.

But to find someone which is just as intense as I am? Lord thank you!!! I can't imagine not screwing this man for more than ten hours at a time. He is just that delectable. I haven't been able to get enough of him, and I probably never will get enough.

I call him in the mornings when I get off of work to let him know I'm home. We both were working day shift until I got the opportunity to move to a three-day work schedule. I figured this arrangement would be great, it would give me the opportunity to spend four whole days just screwing his brains out.

Anyway, 20 seconds after I say hello, Ole' Ave (as I call him) is sitting at attention and looking around, saying, "Where is she? I hear her voice, but I don't see her." I get heavy breathing in the phone, and I just love it. I laugh and giggle, but the luscious sounds make me cream myself every time.

One night just before Christmas, I came home from an excruciatingly stupid day at work. My manager had gotten on what I call my last nerve, and I was ready to literally punch her the fuck out of her senses. But cooler head prevailed. I came home, decided to treat myself to some tender loving care. I placed scented candles and a boom box with jazz music in the bathroom, and ran a hot steamy bath. I stripped off the remainder of my clothes (all I had on was panties, I hate clothes and walk around the house au naturel). I sighed in happiness when the hot water caressed my body and tits.

I was in heaven and had managed to think of nothing, the brain was just dead and empty as it could ever get. Lord, thank you for giving me peace.

Stupid me! I put the telephone in the bathroom as well, just in case there was an emergency. Oh no! The phone is ringing. Fuck it, I'm not answering it. Let the answering machine get it. But what if it's Ron, and he has had a breakdown? He gets the machine and thinks you're not here. Oh well, answer the damn thing...

"Hello?" It's my father... Oh, damn! I knew I shouldn't have answered the phone.

"What are you doing home at this hour?"

"Where else am I supposed to be at this hour, considering it's only 7:00pm?"

"You should be working, like other people."

That remarks makes me listen a little more intently. I look at the phone and go, "Huh?" Okay, he's been drinking again, obviously he doesn't have any one at home to bug to death, so now he's making long distance phone calls. Anyway to make a long story shorter, we get into a huge battle and we are shouting over the phone. I didn't know my voice was carrying out into the hallway.

The next thing I know is I see a shadow. It scares the hell out of me. Ron sticks his head in the doorway. Gee, I didn't hear him come in the apartment and close the door. Duh. I guess you wouldn't if you're shouting curses to the heavens!

In the next minute, Ron comes back out of the shadows, and climbs right into the tub, with me still bitching. By this time, I'm doing my usual number when I speak with my father, counting from 1000 backward to calm down, and to lower my blood pressure.

Ron says, "Dear, who are you speaking with?" He has this wicked smile on his face, and reaches under the bubbles and grabs my clit, between his thumb and forefinger, stroking it with his thumb.

Hello! That gets my attention. I mouth to him, "My father" in between curses. Okay, I've taken all of the abuse that I will allow, and I tell my father that I refuse to talk with him anymore, I have a man in my tub and I'm about to get well fucked.

He asks me how this man got in the house, and I say," I gave him a key." Naturally he doesn't believe a word I'm saying, so I hand Ron the phone. My father didn't believe me, because of an incident that happened around Thanksgiving. He thinks I'm gay, which is the farthest thing from the truth. That is another story in itself, and I won't bore you with the details.

Anyway, I get him off the phone by hanging up on him. When I realize it, the water is cold. Oh well, there goes another wasted bath. Ron dries himself off, then reaches for me to dry my back. It doesn't escape my knowledge that every time we get into the shower or bath together, neither of us manages to get clean.

He immediately throws me on the bed and pounces, showering me with kisses now. He goes for the jugular, which sends me from giggles to passionate moans and quivers. His fingers are just as busy as his sensuous lips. The fingers are alternating between my nipples and legs, sending me into orbit once more.

Ron is getting more serious now. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Gosh, his tongue is definitely dangerous. I swear there is more than one tongue in my cunt, and I know for a fact he is the only one here besides me. My clit is doing taps all on its own, a 21 gun salute, you name it, it's happening. The more it throbs, the hotter I get and I'm close to my breaking point. My pussy feels as though someone has set fire to it, burning me alive.

Oh, but my lover isn't done with me yet.

I am forcefully fucking his face, smearing all of my juices all over him. It feels like I am impaled on a skewer, and I'm being slowly but definitely reamed out. Just as quickly as Ron had his tongue in my cunt, he surprises me and sticks his finger up my ass hole. The sensation sends a wave over me, and I surrender to another delicious orgasm.

He reaches down and takes my nipples in between his fingers, slightly pinching them, but deliciously so. His juices have been flowing across my breasts. He takes his tongue and runs it across the nipples sending it to full attention. I can feel my pussy spasm in unison. Enough of this, time from some righteous retribution. I am bathed in sweat, and I am dizzy, the room is spinning around.

My lover tells me I'm scary. You know, sometimes I even scare myself. Especially when I get the opportunity to attack his body, knowing full well the damage I can cause if not absolutely in control of the evil twin within me.

Ron tries to get away from me. Oh No, you don't. "Where do you think you are going? Your ass is mine kiddo..." I can see the fear in his eyes. Of course I start attacking those precious ears of his, once getting my teeth tangled up in his earring. I thought for a moment, I was going to accidentally rip the earring out of his ear. Damn, his ears taste good!

As I am attacking his ears I reach down and grab a handful of his precious member. I've got a firm grip, and it's jumping and quivering all over. I can see and feel his orgasm as it shudders through my hand. I see him look down, but I still have him in my hands.

I slide down to his nipples, going for what I know. Biting down on them, he twitches and shudders, inhaling sharply. To see him trembling beneath me, spurs me on even more. I ease myself towards my prize. I take him into my mouth, savoring each inch of aroused flesh. As I do this, I moan lustfully, which causes his member to twitch in delight more.

My lover makes it between my legs, and successfully clamps down on my clit, sending my moans and lustful laughs into high gear. He manages to get me on top of him, not one of my favorite positions, but what the hell. He continues to assault my clit and I'm following up with the same strokes on his cock.

I feel his tongue gently entering my puckered ass hole, sending electric shocks through my body, and I find myself trying to shove his face through my ass with every stroke of his naughty tongue. My orgasm shook me to my extreme, I'm trembling and trying my best not to shout the roof off the building.

I roll off of him, breathing heavily. I try to see him, but somehow, my eyes aren't focusing. I lay back, I'm feeling as though I'm going to faint again. I fight through the fog, not wanting to totally lose it and scare the hell out of him as I had done previously. I feel a hot wet mouth clamp onto my clit again, a tongue snaking its way back into my hole.

I think I'm swearing, but I have no idea where it's coming from. I am fucking his face fast and furious once again, riding the crest of the wave like a pro. It feels as though someone has blown up my insides with white flaming heat, and I'm imploding. Every inch of my body is on fire. Sweet Jesus, someone help me. I start to cry and I hear myself screaming...

"No, stop! Please stop!

All motions stop in that instant. I feel myself being enveloped in a vacuum, and all I can do is cry...

RON:

In my entire life, I've had my share of women stop me right in the middle of making love for various reasons, from somebody coming home unexpected to my being a bit too intense for them. So I got used to it in fact, I always anticipate having to stop what I'm doing.

However, I never figured on this being true with Lynn, the most intense, insatiable female I've ever met. So far, she had taken my bests shots and come back for more (which is a bit hard on the male ego, let me tell you).

I can see she's crying openly, her very large breasts shaking with each sob. I feel like the most rotten, despicable son of a bitch on the planet, believing that I've hurt her in some way. Yeah, I knew her pussy was a little raw and should have been more considerate but, shit, I love eating her and my dark side showed too much of itself. Then, I think, "Oh, shit. What if I'm doing something that's reminded her of some horrible experience?" Now, I'm really kicking myself in the ass. I did have the presence of mind to ask her what was wrong, though.

Well, that didn't go over well at all. The moment I asked, her crying increased and I feel physically and emotionally sick. The emotional bond between us is confirming something's wrong with her; yet, I have no idea what it could be.

After a few minutes of her not answering, and me asking silence pervaded the room as her tears ended. I could easily see those gorgeous tits moving in response to the sobs which continued to rack her body. Lynn curled up into the fetal position and I'm thinking something has really gone wrong here. Obviously (to me anyway), something has broken inside her and I'll be damned if I know what it is, let alone how to fix it.

I sat for long minutes, feeling pretty lousy until I heard this tiny voice say, "Hi."

I looked down at Lynn who was making an attempt to smile at me. After she told me she was now okay, I asked her what happened. Even in the relative darkness of the room, I could see her concentrate, as if looking for the answer to my question. A few microseconds later, she looked at me and frowned before shaking her head slightly.

"I'm not sure."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, I don't think so. No, I'm okay you didn't hurt me."

That was a relief! Still, it doesn't explain the tears.

Needless to say, I wasn't in the mood to continue even though she wanted to at least make the attempt. I could tell she wasn't up for it and told her to get some rest. I expected an argument and was surprised when I didn't get one; Lynn just turned over and fell asleep. I climbed in next to her and snuggled up to her, my nowdead cock resting neatly against the firmness of her ample backside. Within minutes, I could hear my darling lover snoring away. As I lay awake in the darkness, I wondered what had happened.

LYNN:

I don't believe I'm sitting here blubbering like a total idiot. All of the greatest feelings and rushes I have ever had in the 20+years of making love, hit me all at once. What an overwhelming knockout punch!

Breathing heavily and trying to explain this is very difficult. Every time I tried to say something, all that came out were more tears. Then I got angry with myself. Oh, shit, that doesn't help either. When I really get angry with myself for doing something I think is totally stupid, I start to cry even more.

The more Ron asked what was wrong, the further I tried to explain, which pissed me off even more. How do I explain to this frightened man, there is nothing physically wrong, it's just the emotions took over me like a wave that refused to crest when it should have? May not make sense to some, but at that moment, it made a hell of a lot of sense to me.

It occurred to me that in all of the years of making love, no one in my life had really cared, or wanted to try to understand me as a person, until now. This revelation started the tears flowing even harder.

After a while, I managed to get the sobs to curtail themselves and get myself back into some semblance of order. I try to speak, the only thing that comes out of my voice is a very weak, "Hi." I tried to smile at this person that now was totally confused and upset.

He asks me, "What happened?"

The brain is still on overload. All I could say was, "I'm not sure."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm okay. You didn't hurt me."

How could I explain that I was hurting, but not because of anything he had done? In essence, he had released me from years of pent up frustrations and emotional baggage which had been stubbornly been hanging on since my marriage.

I was praying Ron would not be upset so that he would leave, I just wanted to be held and rocked. Sometimes now, I catch myself slowly rocking back and forth, just to give myself some sort of comfort, in which I can only give myself, because no one is there to do it for me.

Ron said, " Get some rest." I felt him snuggle up next to me in bed and put his arms around me. Well, at least he's not going anywhere for the moment anyway. I turn over and sleep takes over in an instant. But I do remember thinking to myself: Gee, what have I done?

I felt as though a part of me had died...

RON:

I lay next to Lynn, listening to her not-so-gentle snoring, feeling a little better knowing I didn't either hurt her or remind her of some long-forgotten bad moment. In some ways, though, I'm still a little shaken by the events of that evening. As I devoured her, I could feel something stretching and tearing inside my soul The Beast wanted out of his cage to wreak havoc on Lynn. Even though I somehow managed to beat him back behind bars, he did manage to sneak out a little.

A long time ago, a woman I was making love to was busting my ass about holding back on her, asking me if I was worried about her breaking or something. It seems she thought I was being too gentle with her. I'm not into the really rough stuff at all and told her as much. She looked up at me and suggested I just let myself go and run with my feelings. So, that's what I did. I reached within myself and opened the valve to Full, feeling the rush of lust surging through my veins. It was a rush, let me tell you! I turned, looked at her and asked if she was ready to rock and roll. She said she was and it was on!

Hours later, I left her unconscious, a bruised and bloody mess. I don't think there was a part of her body I hadn't bitten, scratched or whatever; I left no hole unfucked and anywhere I could deposit sperm was fine with me, regardless if she liked or wanted it. I fucked her so hard both her pussy and her ass hole bled and I pretty much shredded her with my nails, even though I keep them short. And talk about bites! Her body was adorned with everything from large, ugly passion marks to very deep gouges from my teeth.

Two things bothered me afterwards. One, I hadn't realized my capacity to be so violent during lovemaking. Since opening the valve and letting it all hang out, it was like I was looking a different person. In my mind, I felt trapped as The Beast just pretty much fucked the woman up without concern or compassion for her.

The second thing which bothered me was the cold fact I had enjoyed every moment of her physical abuse. My cock stayed totally hard during the whole ugly ordeal, even after ejaculating mightily on several occasions. Even as I sit here and remember that particular night, I feel a revulsion and, to my shame, an erotic rush.

After my self-review of that night, I sat and cried for hours. I tried to call the woman, hoping to explain. Her sister told me the girl was in the hospital with injuries other than the obvious ones: hyper extended joints, cracked ribs, internal and external bruising; one nipple was almost bitten through, as was her clitoris. Tears in both her vaginal and anal walls. The sister wanted to know if I had any idea who could have done such a horrible thing obviously, the woman didn't tell her who had done this to her, leaving the sister to think someone had savagely raped her.

After hanging up, I threw up all over the place, sick with this new information. Once I got my act together, I made a solemn vow to never, ever allow this side of me to show itself, no matter how much anyone wanted it.

I did, years later, run across the woman. I learned after being treated for her injuries, she spent some serious time in therapy (I could feel the bile rising in my throat). As I apologized for my actions, the tears were running; she told me she didn't blame me for what happened, saying she only got what she asked for. She told me the tale she laid on the police, who had shown up after being called by the hospital staff and told they had a rape victim in the ER. During our whole conversation, I cried and threw up, ready to throw myself into the flow of traffic or off the nearest high bridge or building.

To my surprise, she kissed me gently and told me despite what happened, it was the greatest night of sex she'd ever had. I was even more surprised to learn she had gone into therapy because she found having "normal" sex didn't appeal to her she had to be torn apart in order to get any enjoyment. And, to top it off, she wanted to know if I wanted to go home with her and make love, her way of showing her forgiveness of my actions.

The Beast escaped one other time, this time 'attacking' my wife at the time; the whole thing disturbed her so bad she didn't talk or have sex with me for months.

I have this fear where Lynn is concerned, too. Making love with her just pretty much picks the lock on the cage, each time a little more successfully. This night, I almost lost it and it was only with a supreme effort I was able to keep old Beastly at bay. What scares me is how easy this could happen while making love to Lynn. Not that she's demanding or looking to get brutalized; something about her makes me want to eat her alive and I mean in the literal sense. Every time I go down on her, I want to take a piece of her with me when I come up for air. When I'm inside her, I want to pound her senseless.

In fact, we were making love once and, to my horror, she was bleeding a bit on the heavy side after being on the receiving end of a rather intense fucking. Yes, The Beast had stuck a leg out and I saw myself ramming into her with short, vicious strokes. And I have no idea why; only Beastly knows and he ain't telling. When I pulled out of Lynn and found myself covered with her blood, I almost fell to pieces right on the spot. I'm surprised I didn't vomit I was certainly sick enough to throw up for nine people.

Lynn tried to comfort me, telling me it wasn't my fault. If it wasn't, whose was it? If memory serves me, it was my cock practically ripping her apart wasn't it? I don't expect Lynn or any other woman to understand it, but when you have a cock as large as mine (average to Lynn, however), you don't just go pounding along like it's only four inches long and a quarter-inch in diameter.

So, I'm lying next to her, grateful I've not harmed her in any way. When I read her part (just before this one), I hadn't known what happened to her, even though I knew something was wrong. Her explanation extended my relief; however, it also had me smiling in wonderment.

Over twenty years of making love, yet, I managed to do something all her previous lovers weren't able to do. It makes me wonder about the quality of the lovers she had in her past. I consider myself to be fair to adequate, considerate, and of course, very attentive to my partner's needs and likes. What were the others like for her that they couldn't break through and free her?

Lynn has, on a couple of occasions, just started crying right in the middle of making love. Each time, I've come away feeling like the lowest thing on the planet I hate to see her cry, especially when I'm in the middle of trying to give her a front row seat in seventh heaven.

LYNN:

I have never had anyone in my life that took into consideration what I needed, until now. I just hope and pray that the love and consideration continues. Enough said.

RON:

In the moments when we're not together, all I ever think about is making love to Lynn. There have been many mornings I've awakened and found my stomach covered with a great deal of dried sperm. So much for being too old for wet dreams!

Because of a lot of factors which I won't go into here, we don't spend enough time with each other, which grates on our collective nerves, believe me. However, it makes those times when we do see each other that much more special.

It's hard to explain the intense sexual attraction to this woman. Physically, she's my "type" of woman I tend not to like skinny women. Emotionally, well, that's another story. When we're about to make love, I can feel her anticipation and her unquestionable faith in me to take her to levels she's never been before.

I get so lost in making love to her, my senses are almost painfully extended and sharpened. The scent of her body mixes so very nicely with her favorite perfume, creating a scent I find all too intoxicating. Almost immediately, I want to bury my face in her neck, kissing, sucking and biting her.

Biting?

Oh, yes! Once, I latched onto her neck with such fervor I almost drew blood.

Since then, I have to keep reminding myself not to bite her too hard.

Lynn is so receptive and open to whatever I do to her! I remember one night we were together in particular. I was working away on her furiously with the intent of making her come just as fast as I could. When she did, she got a little 'pissed' with me because I made her come before she wanted to.

I looked at her with a great deal of amazement and said, "I don't remember asking you if you were ready to come."

I'm not beyond making her do something she's not ready to do, believe me. And I do love making her experience orgasm after orgasm! There is something so satisfying about feeling her clit throbbing in my mouth as her orgasm crashes into her. She moans and squeals with such delight! I've felt her trying to resist digging into my back, often without too much success.

I really try to trash her when I make love to her. In the back of my mind, I know if she's lying next to me out cold, she's not shredding me, something I both fear and love at the same time. I am so afraid a time will come where she's having fun with my body at my expense and the passion will overwhelm me and I lose control. I don't want to hurt her like that, but she constantly pushes me further over the edge each time.

LYNN:

I take delight in seeing just how far I can take my lover. Just as he does me. It does my heart ever so good to have him squealing and trying to get away from me, not knowing fully what I will do to him next. He knows I will never hurt him intentionally, and he puts his faith and trust in me implicitly. We have this game between us to see who can knock the other into orbit first. I sometimes have to physically resist, when my passion overtakes me and I find myself sinking my nails into his back.

I try to make the two-hour drive up and have him for lunch as often as I can, whenever he can get away from the office. It makes the time very creative when I know he has to be back to work within an hour. It can also frustrate me to no end, because I know the time will be ending too soon, and I never get enough of him.

I remember one time I drove up to have him for lunch, we ended up actually having lunch because of time constraints, but I surprised him as we were sitting in the company parking lot. I unzipped his pants, I started kissing and sucking his cock in broad daylight with people walking by the car. Damn, he tastes so good! Well you should have seen the look on his face when he got out of the car, it was precious, believe me. He tells me jokingly and with a lecherous smile that I'm dangerous, so I try to see just how dangerous I can get.

He is on my mind 24/7. We don't get to spend as much time as we would like to together, but when we do get together, look out world!! We talk constantly on the phone, which accounts for why I'm broke 99% of the time. Ma Bell and the Baby Bells love me. Handling $600 phone bills per month has been a challenge. But he's worth every penny, believe me.

A parting note from Ron:

We hope you enjoyed this peek into our thoughts. And, if you're wondering, I never did get the CD-ROM fixed...

RON & LYNN