When it breaks, he raises his head and looks at me. His face is
beautiful in the fluttering light, and the way he looks at me is the way
you’d look at someone you want to be with more than anyone else in the
world. My arms go around him and my feet hook around his calves to pull
him as close to me as I can. A little squirming on his part brings the
hard shaft of his cock along the full length of my clitoris, and the hot
pressure thrills me. “Mmmmm” I sigh into his face as he kisses me again.
I rub my crotch against him, letting the friction make me twitch with
pleasure. My fingers clutch at his back as he kisses my neck under my
ear, and I start to squirm in earnest as his lips move along my throat.

"Yessss," she gasped, "play with my ass, baby." Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began to stroke my finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts of my cock up into her pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in my balls, moving up and threatening to erupt as my orgasm approached.

Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down around my cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of her spasms hit her. My own climax was not far behind, and I yelled out loud as I felt the tip of my cock explode, sending a torent of my hot cum into the deepest reaches of her cunt. We both rode out the rest of the storm of sensations and at last she rested herself on me and we kissed, again, sharing our passion and the gratitude we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex we had just shared.

With her tits in my face, my hands were free to reach down and grasp the cheeks of her tight little ass. I just couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman was riding my cock. I felt like all the Christmas mornings I could remember all rolled into one. I gripped her ass and started lifting her up and down on my cock, forcing the pace of our fuck, driving my hips up off the bed to meet her as she slammed down into me.
We were both grunting like animals in the rut. My fingers sought the crack of her ass and one pressed inward on the wrinkled rosebud of her back door. She instantly relaxed the powerful sphincter and my finger sunk inside to the second knuckle.

She was in no hurry, having just completed a massive series of orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in the wonderful feeling of being sheathed inside of Lisa's beautiful body. From this position it was a simple matter for me to reach up and stroke her breasts, which I did, much to her delight. My hands busied themselves with her mammaries, toying with the nipples, squeezing the fleshy globes, finally drawing her down so that I could reach these graciously formed melons with my worshiping lips.

"Hmmmm. What have we here," she said, grinning at me and reaching between us to grasp my stiff shaft. "I think he's lonely, and needs someplace warm and wet to play in, don't you?" She rolled us over the rest of the way so that she was on top of me. I felt her hands between us again as she positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her womanhood. She gave a little push downward with her hips and the head slipped inside. Then it was one long slide down until she had it all. I moaned as I felt myself enveloped in that hot, wet, grip. The interior of her sex was like a strong hand which squeezed every square inch of the surface of my cock. She held me there, her eyes closed as she too was affected by the sensations of my dick hilted in her moist interior. She pulled her knees up under her and began a rocking, fucking motion atop my pulsing penis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone on every down stroke.

I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front of hers, and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of sorts. Some women don't mind if you go down on them, as long as you don't try to kiss them afterwards (unless you wash your face and brush your teeth). Lisas was not like this, and her lips opened under mine, her tongue searching for her own unique flavor on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend, and smiled weakly up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping, sobs. "God, John. No one's ever done that to me before. Not like that, anyway." I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like it better than any other part of sex. Well, almost. "You're welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure to give you that experience." I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so that we were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and pressed her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (and dripping) cock.

"Make me cum...please...make me cum, baby...I need it soooo bad..." she moaned. Who could ignore a plea like that? I placed the tip of my tongue directly on her clitoris and began to shake my head from side to side, just like a dog working on a bone only much faster. I knew that I couldn't keep this up too long without getting extremely dizzy, but I also knew it was just about guaranteed to produce an explosive orgasm for Lisa. And I was right on both counts. I was dizzy very quickly, and I heard Lisa's low moan turn into a scream as she crashed over the edge of the orgasmic abyss. Her thighs locked around my head and her hands pulled my face even tighter to her pussy. She acted like she wanted to pull my whole head inside of her. I kept my tongue moving on Lisa's clit as much as I could and she continued to climax for a number of minutes.

My tongue shot to the bottom of her slit, right up into her juicy hole gathering her nectar and lapping it into my waiting mouth. All subtlty was forgotten now as I gorged myself on Lisa's beautiful pussy. My hands were under her buttocks now, pulling her up to my face, not that she wasn't thrusting there anyhow, but this way, I was able to control her movements and maintain contact. My mouth was everywhere in her crotch. Sucking her large outer lips between my own and lashing them with my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue across her now distended clit, working over the top of her mound with my mouth. I established no pattern in my attack, and so she did not achieve the rhythm necessary for an orgasm. This was all a little bit of a tease on my part, but I knew that she would quickly climax once I really set out to produce one for her, and so I kept up my onslaught. Looking up, through the V of her slit, I saw Lisa grasping her tits, squeezing the nipples until I thought they'd pop right off her chest. She was moaning and thrashing in my grip.

My tongue lingered on each surface it touched, carefully tracing the edges of her turgid inner labia, swabbing gently, yet insistently, on the smooth skin between the major and minor folds. She tasted wonderful, like no woman I had ever had before. I carefully avoided her clitoris for the time being, concentrating on exploring all of the other interesting areas of her slit first. She obviously enjoyed what I was doing, and displayed this enjoyment through the little gasping and yipping sounds she made as I found a new hot spot with my tongue and lips. She wanted more, and she reached down and grabbed the backs of her knees, pulling them up to her chest and then spreading them wide, opening herself completly to my hungry gaze.

Her woman scent was strong, and my mouth watered in anticipation as I held it over the slowly opening lips of her pussy. My breath washed over her sex as I let it out slowly - - I then inhaled deeply through my nose, soaking up her powerful feminine odor, letting it fill my head and draw me in to her molten center. Her cunt was an opening flower, her clitoris hard and erect, poking cleanly from its sheath at the apex of her slit. Both her inner and outer lips were swollen, her juices glistening on the crenelated surface of her inner lips, and creating a slick, shiny trail down her crease and coating the surface of her crinkled brown asshole. At last, I could resist no longer, and my tongue began to tenderly probe the delicate folds of her sex. She moaned loudly at the contact, and I moaned too, at the heat and taste of her. I was going to make a gormet meal of this beautiful woman's pussy, displayed so marvelously before me. But I did have some table manners, and so I did not just dive in and begin devouring her like some barbarian savage -- though my lust crazed brain was urging just such a course. The time for devouring would come, but for now, I was treating this lovely cunny as if it were a delicate flower, needing special, loving, care.

I didn't stop kissing her, I just quit kissing her mouth. My lips and tongue were busy all over her face, giving her little, quick, light kisses and then moving on to kiss and lick the soft skin of her lovely neck. I could feel her pulse throbbing just beneath her skin and I imagined for a moment that I was a vampire, about to dine on the rich life giving blood surging through her veins. I raised up then and gently rolled her over, moving her hair aside to allow me to attack the soft skin there. Her breathing and the low cooing and occasional gasps told me I was on the right track. I've never known a woman for which the back of the neck is not a major league erogenous zone, and kissing or licking this area has never failed as a foreplay technique, for me anyway, your mileage may vary. My hands, which were not idle, blazed a trail across her perfect skin which my lips and tongue then followed, leaving their own shining evidence of passage behind them. I rubbed, kissed, licked, and caressed every square inch of her back and down her sides, even to those portions of her breasts which were exposed in this position. As I approached her buttocks, I saw her spread her legs slightly, as if in anticipation, but I was still not ready to quit teasing and so I lightly glided over those splendid mounds and concentrated on completely covering first one and then the other leg with kisses from thigh to toe and back again, spending a particularly long, and for her excruciating, time on the sensitive skin at the backs of her knees. She had begun to hump the bed, attempting to obtain some release by grinding her pubic mound into the matress. Her musk was a rich perfume which saturated the atmosphere of the room and it seemed to draw me to its source. I moved my mouth northward, back up the backs of her thighs and the closer I came to their junction, the wider Lisa spread her legs, and the more of her powerful scent was released. This made it difficult to resist simply crawling up between her legs and shoving my trembling cock deep into her sopping slit. I was intent, however, on tasting her first, and so I locked down my control and continued working my lips and tongue up the inside of first one thigh and then the other, until I had placed wet, sloppy kisses in the crease on either side of her hot, pulsating mound. Each time my mouth contacted her warm, smooth skin, she let out a little gasp or made a sharp intake of breath. I found these little sounds incredibly arousing -- maybe it was a power thing, or maybe it was just knowing that she was taking pleasure from something I had done, but it was a powerful aphrodisiac none the less.

Peformance anxiety? I'll say. I wanted so much for this scene to be perfect for her that I almost blew it. Luckily, I remembered the mental exercises which I had learned in therapy and quickly regained control of myself, all the while lightly caressing Lisa's flawless skin in a seemingly random way. Her body trembled slightly at my touch and a small moan escaped her lips as my hands reached the swell of her breasts and lingered there a moment lightly teasing the swollen buds which crowned them. She was moving her legs restlessly, pressing her thighs together. I caught a whiff of her excitement, the unmistakable odor of a female in heat. Like the smell of a hot meal to a starving man the scent drew me, but I resisted. It would be too easy to just spread her legs and dive in, satisfying my craving for pussy juice, and probably giving her a good climax as well, but I wanted this to be more than a few licks and a quick cum for both of us. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman had given me back my self respect and I wanted to make this special for her. I leaned over her, a hand on the bed on either side of her shoulders, and then I kissed her. The kiss started out as a very gentle oral caress of her lips, my tongue darting, teasing, probing. Gradually it deepened and I felt her arms encircle my back, her hands pulling me down until I was laying half on the bed and half on top of her. It was a long, deep, wet kiss -- the kind Kevin Costner talked about in "Bull Durham" -- and it lasted until we both had to come up for air.

I placed my hands on her head and pulled her face up for a kiss. Her sweet mouth was now flavored by my pre-cum and the musk which naturally occurs on and near the male genitalia. We were both breathing rather hard. "Lisa, you have given me so much in the past few months, and now here we are, right where you promised we would be. I want to give you something special. Please lie back on the bed and relax. And don't be afraid to tell me what you want." "All right, John," she smiled as she followed my instructions, displaying herself provocatively on the large bed. I took a moment to drink in the sight. She looked so beautiful laying there, anticipating what I might do next. She had obviously been getting a little sun, and she must not have had much for a bikini, judging from the tan lines and the nearly complete lack of hair at the junction of her thighs. My heart was in my throat as I crawled up on the bed next to her.

Precum was oozing from the tip of my cock and she slowly moved her face toward it. Her tongue came out. She began to lick the glistning discharge, obviously relishing its salty taste and slimy texture. "Beautiful," she whispered. Without another word she slipped the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue busily scrubbing the sensitive flesh on the underside of my cockhead, then moving all around to provide a slick coat of saliva. Still holding the base in one hand, Lisa removed my cock from her mouth and began licking it all over. Her right hand squeezed my shaft firmly and rythmicly while her left hand gently caressed my secret sack. The combination of her lips, tongue, mouth, and hands soon had me breathing hard, but I knew that there was no danger of me ejaculating any time soon just from this, pleasant though it was. I felt that it was time to move on to other things. She could suck me off later if she wanted, but first, I wanted a taste of what was hidden within her jade gate.

"Enough," she gasped, her voice husky with her passion, "I don't think I can stand up for much longer." Stepping backward, she sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me with her by the front of my jeans. She quickly undid the belt and then the buttons. Her hands were shaking and she had some trouble with them, but I decided to let her do it on her own. She pushed the jeans to my ankles. I stepped out of them. My erection, barely contained by my shorts, was now right in front of her face. Lisa looked up at me and smiled as she worked her fingers inside the waistband of my jockeys. In another moment they joined my jeans by the side of the bed. Her hands flew to my cock, grasping it firmly, squeezing and pumping -- seemingly measuring its length and thickness, testing the firmness of my maleness.