Then he lowered himself as I guided his throbbing tool to my wet, waiting sheath. When the head touched my opening, we both sighed. His cock was a good seven inches or more and as big around as a half dollar, but not as fat as Bob's had been the night before. I drew my hand away as the head of it entered my opening. I put my hands on his round, firm ass, pulling him to me as his cock began sliding into me. Our mouths were locked together in the wild, wanton passion coursing between our bodies.
As it slid into me, I felt the combined heat of his prick penetrating into my burning depths fusing us together. We were no longer two people, but one, welded together in a bond few could ever understand, only those who had crossed barriers – to share the deepest, most rewarding love of all. We were sharing that love now, as we tossed away the taboos set by ignorance and the narrow-minded.
I arched my hips to meet his inward thrust, slow and gentle as he eased it to my depths impaling me on every inch of his throbbing manhood. As his cock penetrated me, he lay still for a few moments, letting me feel the blood pulsing in his cock, and jerking it to send burning sensations to my sexual center. He branded my soul as the muscles in my pussy spasmed in answer, tightening like a glove around the burning organ of love. Like a sword forged of the strongest steel, his cock was sheathed in my perfect fitting scabbard.
Slowly, he began rotating his hips as he worked his dick in and out. At each plunge, I'd tighten my cunt muscles and hunch my hips to take every inch of it, amidst our sighs of pleasure. Pulling it almost out, he'd slide his cock back in as I wiggled and tightened my pussy.
Each thrust into me sent my senses reeling, pushing my mind back to the animal urges and needs of my body. My body was ritually thrashing beneath him in pagan urges that are born instinct in us, raking his back and biting his shoulders in wild, animal abandon, beautiful in the rapport we were sharing.
Each stroke he drove and pounded into me wildly. His dark desires seized him until our bodies met in wild, total abandon, thrashing in our wild mating and coming together like two wild animals tearing at each other, in our effort to consume and engulf each other. I could feel his cock pounding into me as I'd hurl my cunt and ass up to meet him.
Our climax was drawing near as our grunts, and groans became labored, whimpering even more animal-like than ever. Then the dam burst and our screams of pleasure came from deep within. I felt his cum burst in me, washing my walls with liquid fire, as my juices flooded to engulf his tool.
It was like a raging inferno of liquid, hot lava running in us. Each stream of his white sperm shot into me, then oozed out around the hard staff as his cock drove to fill my cavity. My legs were thrashing about one second, then wrapped fiercely around him the next, burying my heels into his ass cheeks, trying to force more of him into my depths. It was like bolts of lightning exploding in my cunt and a steady stream of cum shooting into me, surging through me.
I was half crazy with delirium at so many beautiful sensations running through me as each climax shook its way through my body, each soul shattering in wild pagan beauty. Each thrust of his cock caused me to babble and whimper in my frenzied condition. I felt like my being exploded. My head tossed and turned and I was hurled into the universe past the stars into a black void. Then I was floating down as light as a feather, and he was with me, holding me, kissing me, hungrily tasting my mouth, leaving his taste in me.
Our mouths were still locked in a soul-searching kiss and, to my surprise, he still had a raging hard-on. I didn't want him to pull it out of me; I wanted more. As he pulled it from me, I felt empty and our kiss broke as he rolled off of me. His cock was sticking up like a flagpole. "Why stop?"
"Just to rest a few minutes."
"Was it… I mean… am I good?"
"Must be. My dick is still ready to go."
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can I suck it?"
"If you want to."
I scrambled around, then took a good look at it. It was beautiful!
I ran my tongue over the head of it, tasting our juices still sticky on it. The smell of our sweat and the musky fragrance of our sex made me want it more as I wrapped my tongue around it, licking the whole shaft like a lollipop, right down to his balls, then I licked the sack clean, running my tongue into the crack of his ass and over his tight asshole, showing I wasn't afraid or ashamed to do everything to him he'd done to me. He squirmed and let out a sigh of contented pleasure as I continued licking. Then I eased back to his balls, sucking each one into my mouth.
He began playing one hand through my long hair, the other over my round, full ass and along the crack teasing the brown bud. I wiggled my rear as I lowered my mouth to his cock, flicking my tongue out to catch a drop of clear liquid that had oozed out to tempt my taste buds. I'd encircled the shaft with my hands and thrilled to its feel, the veins standing out taut beneath the velvet-soft flesh.
I eased my mouth down over the head, enclosing it in my warmth, teasing my tongue along the slit and hole, then running my tongue around the head until a low groan came from him. Easing my mouth down onto the shaft, I took as much as would feel comfortable, then worked up and down slowly as I applied gentle suction, using my tongue and gently nibbling with my teeth. I kept at this as I built my pace up, bobbing my head up and down in circular motions.
I craved the cum that would soon erupt from it, spewing into my mouth while I'd swallow and suck every drop of it until it was dry and none left to get.
Instinct guided me as I sucked the throbbing rod. I was cupping his balls in my hands, squeezing them gently as his hips twitched to my oral ministrations. He was fucking my face. Now I was taking at least three-fourths of it in, until it hit the back of my mouth, and it wasn't even choking me. Hungrily, I sucked on it as I let my fingers ease into his ass. He was so turned on I don't think he even realized my finger was there. Remembering how it had devastated my girlfriends and myself, I eased it into the tight opening until it was in to the hilt. My head bobbing on his pulsating cock, I began working my finger in and out of his ass. It was so hot and tight. It was driving me frantic.
Then I felt his cock swelling and I riveted my attention to it. I knew he was about to cum and I wanted every drop of that love juice more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.
I felt it traveling the length of his shaft and it came spurting full force into my mouth. His jism was like thick honey to me as I gulped it, swallowing it as I bobbed my head up and down, each down stroke shooting more of the hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could but he just kept cumming. It must have been a cupful, but I didn't care. I knew I was going to get every drop. My nostrils were filled with the smell of our combined cum in the hairs around his cock.
As his hips jerked out his final meager flow of cum, I realized he had two fingers buried deep in my ass and was sawing them into me. It felt so good I wanted more, realizing his dick was still full hard, throbbing like it was natural for it to go this way every day.
"My Lord, Sheila. You're like a shot of vitamins to me. My cock hasn't stayed this hard in years."
"Man! It's okay with me because I feel like I could do this day and night. There isn't anything I don't want to do with you or have you do to me."
"You sound like a little sex maniac."
"I am. But I belong to you. Don't you like it?"
"Yes, I do. That's the problem."
"What's the problem?"
"I don't think I can get enough of you."
"We can sure try."
"But some slick-talking guy will come along and win you one day."
"Maybe. Maybe not. But if he does, when he's not around I'll be in bed with you going ape."