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Mother's Working Tongue ....(69k)    by Connie Litka

FOREWORD

Eddy Jones, at eighteen, was tired of the run around he was getting from the girls he encountered at college.

At a strategic point in time when he is bristling with anger over his inability to make contact with a girl at school, he encounters Lorna Chapman, one of his mother's best friends.

Lorna, a married woman in her middle thirties with three children, had dropped by Eddy's house to attend a PTA meeting with Eddy's mother.

Shortly after Lorna's arrival, however, Eddy's mother calls and announces a change in plans.

Eddy finally entices lovely Lorna to have a drink with him. After that they have a second, and a third.

As Eddy discovers, Lorna has not been receiving the kind of sex she would like from her husband. The boy realizes that a vacuum is there to be filled, and recognizes just how intense his desires are toward Lorna.

As the involvement between Eddy and Lorna begins to emotionally intensify, a number of problems start to surface. Lorna recognizes that she is in a delicate position, since she is a close friend of Eddy's mother. Eddy comes to realize that, compared to Lorna, the young girls he encounters at school appear inexperienced and uninspiring.

-The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

It had been one of those frustrating afternoons, and I was wheeling my Porsche into the driveway.

I was coming home from school, and I was at that point where I was considering the pussy I was getting in college to be rather dull.

I thought that so many of those damned girls acted like juveniles. Just because I was a track star who had been a big champion in the pole vault in high school, they would flock around me and give me all kinds of oohs and aahs. But when it came to putting out, a lot of them ran away in fear.

Hell, any chick that isn't willing to follow through shouldn't be oohing and aahing me in the first place. Because if there is one thing I am, it's a man of action.

I had been chasing a cute little blonde around the campus for about a week, and finally that day I had managed to corner her in the library.

I wanted something in the way of a definite commitment about some fucking, and when she gave me one of those put-off answers, I just stalked right out of there angrily.

Now the anger had subsided, but I was still disgusted about how boringly things were going.

I walked into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator. Fortunately there was one can of beer in there, one that my old man hadn't gotten to before me. I took it out, opened it, and began sipping.

I turned on the stereo to some groovy rock sounds as I sat and sipped. I started thinking about the chicks at school who gave me such a pain in the ass. Even the ones that put out were starting to get to me, since a lot of them expected me to get real serious, like marriage or something, just because they were surrendering their little pussies to me.

The whole thing was getting me damned sick, and by the time I finished my beer, I figured I'd try and forget all this crap by going into my room and doing a little studying.

Just as I was about to get the books, I heard the front doorbell.

"Probably some sonofabitch salesman," I mumbled as I walked toward the door, figuring I'd get rid of the salesman damned fast.

Instead of it being a salesman, it was none other than Lorna Chapman.

Lorna was my mother's best friend, a gal who lived some three blocks away from us.

I've got to admit that she looked damned good that day, so good that she stopped me short.

She was wearing a tan micro-mini, and it didn't leave one helluva lot to the imagination, for which I was very grateful.

"Hello, Lorna, won't you come in--? " I held the door open and smiled.

"Thank you, Eddy," she replied, entering the house.

"Where is your mother?"

"Oh, I think she said she had to go to the beauty parlor today. That's usually a day's project. Won't you sit down?"

"Thank you," Lorna smiled.

Up until that day I hadn't really thought of Lorna in terms of sex, but as I observed her sitting down very demurely in the sofa, I couldn't think of anything else. I liked the way that she crossed those luscious white legs of hers, so soft with a beautiful ivory glow.

I could see everything but her mound, and I knew if she just twisted her body a little, I could almost see that. Or at least her panties.

Sure enough, she did twist a little, and I saw those silky white panties of hers. Let me tell you something, when I did, the old cock got good and hard.

I sat down in the chair across from the sofa. I hadn't really conversed that much with Lorna. I'd seen her around the house enough times, but usually my mother was busy talking to her and I'd go my merry way saying hello to her and little else.

Now, after surveying those luscious legs of hers, which were on ample display what with the micro-mini and all, I looked up and started evaluating her tits.

She was wearing an aqua-colored blouse that showed her off to real good advantage. I liked the way her nipples were hanging tight against the outline of her blouse, and I couldn't help but conclude that her tits must have been at least thirty-sevens.

I then looked up and observed her face. That looked damned good as well.

I figured that this chick had to be a good thirty-five anyway, and I knew she was married with three kids, but she sure had preserved herself beautifully.

She had flaming red hair, thick, luscious ruby red lips, and sparkling blue eyes. Those eyes could either tear a hole through you or cheer you up, depending on how they were used.

She sat there looking at me, smiling in a friendly but non-sexy way. As for me, as I said before, all my thoughts were sex concerning this chick.

"Your mother was supposed to meet me here to go to a PTA meeting," Lorna said in a tone of boredom.

"Why the hell would anybody want to go to a PTA meeting?" I burst into laughter.

"Why, Eddy Jones, don't you care about your sister Gwen's welfare?"

"Sure I do, and I don't think it's all that well served by the PTA. As far as I'm concerned, most of your PTA meetings are nothing more than excuses so that you women can get together and gossip. They like to tear up whoever isn't there."

"You know something, Eddy, I have to agree with you." She laughed. "You are a man of startling candor. I frankly wasn't looking forward to going myself. I just figured it was expected of me, what with me having three kids at school and all."

"Is my mother really turned on by that stuff?" I asked.

"Probably not any more than I am," Lorna laughed.

"Shall I get you a drink or something, Lorna?"

"Thanks, Eddy. But no thanks. Your mother should be along any minute."

"What time did she say she was supposed to meet you?"

"Oh, she said she'd be here at three. We were supposed to drive right over in her car."

"She should have been back then from the beauty parlor by now. It's already ten after three."

"I know. The damned meeting will be starting pretty soon."

"And it will break your heart if you miss the beginning of it." I laughed.

"It won't bother me if I miss the whole thing."

"I know. It's just my little sense of humor at work."

"I gathered that."

We both lapsed into silence for the next few seconds. Actually, I was getting so hot for this chick I could hardly stand it.

She was a very close friend of my mother's, and that being the case, she wasn't the kind of gal you'd want to put as number one on your list to have an affair with. On top of that, she was married and had three kids. And, in addition, she , must have been just about twice my age. I was eighteen, and she had to be a good thirty-five or six.

Finally the silence was interrupted by the shrill ring of the telephone.

"Excuse me, Lorna." I smiled, getting up from the chair.

"Quite all right."

I got up and walked swiftly toward the other side of the room where the phone was located. I picked it up about the fourth ring. "Hello," I said.

"Oh, Eddy, is Lorna there?" I immediately recognized my mother's voice.

"Just a second, Mom," I said. "Lorna, Mother would like to speak to you."

"Thank you," Lorna said, taking the phone from me.

She chatted for a few brief minutes with my mother.

"Oh, I see. Then you won't be able to make it? Oh, that's too bad," I heard Lorna say. "That's all right. There's certainly no need to apologize. It's just one of those things, that's all. Fine. Yes. They'll be having one next month. We can go to that one. Sure. Goodbye now."

Lorna hung up the phone, then walked back toward the sofa, sitting down. I watched the way that her cute buttocks waved from side to side as she walked. My prick got all the harder.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Oh, your mother can't make it," Lorna said, crossing her legs and giving me another good look at her white panties.

"What's the problem?"

"There was a mix-up in the scheduling at the beauty parlor. She couldn't get taken care of when she was supposed to. She didn't realize that so much time had elapsed. So now that they're ready to take her, she decided to stay at the beauty parlor rather than to go to the PTA meeting. She told me to go on ahead by myself."

"Gee, I get the feeling that you're really thrilled over that prospect."

"I'm not a damned bit thrilled by any of it."

"When is my mother going to come home?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. She told me to tell you that she wouldn't be home until after five."

"I see. Well, no big problem."

"I guess I'd better go to that ridiculously boring thing," Lorna said.

"Why are you going to go to something you know is going to be just plain drudgery?" I asked. "Look, how about me whipping up a scotch and soda for both of us?"

"You astound me," she said, then laughed.. "How old are you, anyway, Eddy?"

"I'm eighteen."

"Isn't that a little early to be drinking?"

"You astound me by asking a question like that," I laughed. "I've been drinking since I was fourteen."

"Then how did you ever become a champion pole vaulter?"

"It's easy, since I don't drink the days of track meets."

Now I had Lorna laughing.

"You're really a very colorful young guy," she smiled. "Okay, you talked me into it. Anything would be better than going to that boring meeting. So, I'll have a drink with you instead."

I did my best to contain the delight that I felt as I got up and walked into the kitchen where I would prepare the drinks.

I had to prevent this gorgeous gal from leaving the house. I had to get intimate with her, to screw her. I knew that Gwen wouldn't be home until six, since she had a Brownie meeting that day. And Dad wouldn't be home until about six-thirty. Which meant one thing. That I had about two hours to spend with Lorna, provided I could convince her that it would be worthwhile spending that time with me.

I made certain that I fixed a particularly stiff shot for her, even though I certainly didn't spare much in the way of alcohol in my own drink.

"There you are," I walked into the room and served her one of the glasses.

"Thank you. I'll see what kind of a bartender you are."

"I hope a good one."

She pressed the glass to her lips and took a long sip from it.

"Say, you mix pretty good drinks," she grinned. "You certainly aren't bashful when it comes to putting plenty of liquor in there."

"Well, it's the liquor that gives the thing the kick, certainly not the soda."

"No, you've got a point there." She chuckled.

"I sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from where she was sitting. I figured that would be a starting point. From there I would work my way toward her end, cutting off a little bit of distance at a time.

After that, well, I figured we could have one helluva wrestling match.

We bolted down our drinks, after which I immediately suggested we have a second.

"I do think you're trying to get me drunk." Lorna chuckled. "You know, you cute boy, it just might work."

"I sure as hell hope so."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because people are more--likely to let themselves go when they've had a few."

"Now don't get fresh, Eddy. Just because I like you doesn't mean I like you that much."

"Okay, okay. I meant that people just feel better after they've had a few," I grinned nervously, getting up and walking back to the kitchen.

"That's better," Lorna said. "But she wasn't kidding me one bit. She didn't want to be construed as an easy mark, but she sure as hell wasn't doing any protesting either.

If I knew chicks as well as I thought I did, I figured that gorgeous Lorna might be coming around after a couple of drinks.

CHAPTER TWO

It was three drinks later, and things were moving right along on schedule.

Okay, so I figured it would take two and it had taken three, but Lorna held her sauce pretty well.

I had managed to ease my way over on that sofa so that we were only a scant few inches apart.

Oh, I realized I still had a lot of sweet talking ahead of me, but I certainly had narrowed the gap considerably from the time that she had arrived less than an hour before.

"You really are a remarkable young man, Eddy." Lorna shook her head. "I like the way you fix drinks. I like, too, the fact that you're not afraid to call a spade a spade."

"Or a beautiful woman a beautiful woman." I grinned. "You really are groovy, Lorna."

"Why, thank you, darling, I didn't know you cared." She laughed.

"You never asked."

"Now don't get fresh, dearie. Just because I'm unwinding a little and having a few drinks with you, doesn't mean that I'm going to go any further."

"No, I guess not," I grinned. "But I hope you aren't the kind who thinks it's a shame if a guy makes a pass at you."

"No, I can't say that I am. As a matter-of-fact, I'm flattered."

"It shouldn't be anything all that unusual. You're a very beautiful woman. I can hardly believe that you've got three kids."

"Well, I sure appreciate the compliments, Eddy. I sure wish that my husband took the interest in me that you took. Of course, I'm afraid the old boy is tired out. Very tired out."

"What seems to be the trouble?"

"Oh, he's spending a lot of extra hours at the office. By the time he gets home, he's usually all conked out. No, I must say that I've been very bored lately."

"Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"That's the way it goes, I guess. Marriage is no bed of roses."

"Maybe not. I'm not married, so I can't say."

"You will be sometime."

"Who knows."

"A handsome young guy like you? Of course you will be."

"Maybe I'll avoid it." I grinned. "What with the population explosion and all, I'm not all that eager to have kids. But as for scoring with chicks, hell, getting married might cramp my style. I can have a lot freer run being single."

"Yes, you do have a point there." Lorna smiled."

"Of course I do."

"I really like the way you talk, Eddy. You really let it all hang out. That's good. I wish my husband was a bit like you. You know, he can be such a stuffed shirt."

"He wasn't at least three times," I grinned.

"Oh, you nasty boy. No, he's done it to me a few more times than that. Actually, he usually wants to do it once a week, when he's feeling pretty good anyway. Usually it's on Saturday, but it's pretty damned dull."

"You mean even sex is dull? I thought you were complaining about not getting enough."

"Yes, I am. It's just that, even when he is going to do it, it seems to lack feeling. That's the way it is with so many married people. I've talked to women I know and they say the same thing. The whole process becomes so damned mechanical. It's unfortunate. As a matter-of-fact, it's worse than that. It's downright tragic."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's a fact of life."

I was happy that Lorna was leveling with me. And it made me extra delighted to see that she was so willing to talk about it. Sex was the very subject that I had on my mind.

I reached over and let my arm drape around her shoulders.

"You're such a beautiful chick, Lorna," I said softly.

"Come on now, Eddy, let's not act crazy."

"I'm not acting crazy, I'm just letting nature take its course. You're a beautiful woman. I want to kiss you, baby."

"Come on now. Let's knock this thing off before it gets ridiculous."

"I don't think of any of this as ridiculous. I think it's beautiful."

"Look at the difference in our ages."

"Only a little bit of difference."

"Yeah, like almost twenty years."

"That doesn't mean a damned thing," I said with determination. "Not when the woman is as young and fresh as you are."

"Oh, I wish that were true."

"But it is true."

Now I leaned forward and made my first truly bold move. I let my lips come to rest against hers, permitting them to press eagerly against her mouth.

My lips remained locked against hers for several seconds, after which I removed them.

"Okay, baby, I'm going to have a little fun with you," I smiled.

"Let's stop now, before things get any more dangerous."

"The big danger would be not doing anything. By the way, I love that micro-mini of yours. It's so damned revealing."

"Yes, it is."

"Just the appropriate thing for you to wear." I laughed. "I love those jet skirts."

"What makes you call it a jet skirt?"

"Oh, because if you lift it just a little, a guy can see your cockpit."

"Oh, are you ever a riot." She chuckled softly at the joke.

"Thank you, baby. But speaking of cockpit, I'd like to touch yours just now."

I reached out with my right hand, allowing it to move up her creamy white thigh.

She allowed me to reach beneath her micro-mini. I felt around the edge of her silky white panties, then maneuvered my finger inside those panties.

I touched her mound, feeling my way around the pubic hairs toward her vagina. I knew how to get her hot but fast. I touched her clitoris, and as I did so, her whole body began to shake.

"Oh, that's too much," Lorna said. "Please remove your fingers, baby. You're going to have me exploding right now. Oh, honey, I'm so hot. You've got me so horny."

I removed my fingers from her mound, then let them trail over toward my trousers.

I reached out and began to unzip my trousers, and as I did so she watched.

"Oh my, now I'm going to see that hard rod of yours." she sighed.

I had that hot stick in my right hand, and was holding onto it proudly.

I held it out in full view, giving her every opportunity to gaze at its wondrous lengthy splendor.

"Come on and take it away from me," I said. "Come on, baby. You're horny and you know it. Tell the truth. Come on, sweetheart, work that tongue of yours over my cock."

"Oh, we shouldn't do that. I'm such a good friend of your mother's."

"That doesn't have to have anything to do with it. It's just the two of us alone in this room, it's between us, sweetheart."

"Oh, darling."

At that point Lorna reached out and took my cock away from me.

She began to pump on it with her right hand, and as she did so, I could see her practically drooling. She wanted that cock badly, she wanted it inside her mouth.

"Come on and go down on it." I exclaimed. "Come on and shove that red tongue against it. Come on, baby, and eat it, come on and eat that hot rod of mine. You want it, baby you really want it."

"Oh yes, it feels so good running my fingers over it," she sighed. "I don't know what's come over me, baby, these weird feelings are going through me. Oh, I feel so strange about all this."

"Switch to the sucking now!" I exclaimed. "I need it, honey. You're going to get a hot load of juice. Go after that juice. Start working that tongue."

Now she leaned her head downward, sticking her tongue out and letting it lap against the tip of my huge spear.

Up and down she eagerly worked her tongue, going to work on that hot meat of mine.

I was burning up with passion from the movements she was putting forth, and the longer that Lorna kept it up, the more frantically my body began to quiver as I sat on that luscious, comfortable sofa.

"Oh, keep working on it," I exclaimed. "Just keep that tongue sliding on that rod of mine. I want you to enjoy it, baby. I want you to enjoy every bit of it."

Now she was really working that tongue of hers, providing me with fantastic sensations as she continued the movements from the tip of my rod to the base of it.

With sweeping movements, she kept up the frantic efforts, driving her tongue at a fervent pace.

I could tell from the way she was picking up the pace that Lorna truly enjoyed it and she hadn't had many opportunities to go down on a long, virile cock.

As the tongue movements continued, and as her head bobbed up and down while she was making her way over my lengthy spear, she reached out with her right hand and began to manipulate those fingers of hers ever so securely around my testicles.

The balls were bulging, and the juice inside them would soon be exploding at a rapid rate as she kept up the fervent licking.

Up and down she continued to work her tongue over my hot meat. The longer that she did so, the closer I drew toward that great pinnacle of climax.

"Keep working the tongue," I exclaimed. "I really like what you're doing, baby. Come on and keep that tongue of yours working. Maneuver that thing, sweetheart. Oh, do I ever like what you're doing. Drive that tongue of yours. Come on and drive it fast. Oh, drive it hard. I want it. Oh, I want the hot load. I want to explode it in your mouth. Come on with that tongue. Come on and drive it. Oh, come on and just slide it around. I like what you're doing with your fingers. Keep stabbing them on my balls. Keep up that hot action. Oh, I like the strokes. Oh, you're really stabbing, baby."

Lorna's movements were completely synchronized. She was moving her fingers at a great pace and she was licking that hard instrument of mine.

Now my cock and balls were bulging and I could feel my hot orgasm coming on. It wouldn't take long before the hot, white juices would begin to spurt out of the end of my organ.

"Keep stroking." I exclaimed. "Come on and work your tongue, baby. Drive it fast, drive it hard. Oh, I want it, baby, I really want it. Work that tongue. Work it fast, baby, work it."

Lorna was frantically bobbing her head up and down. I could see that she was looking forward to receiving every bit of my load, just as much as I was looking forward to giving it to her.

With scintillating passion Lorna kept sucking my cock, driving her tongue up and down the entire length of my huge, hot, bulging meat.

"Oh, you're going to be swallowing sperm soon," I said. "Just get set to eat it. Get set to eat every drop of that hot stuff, baby. It's really going to spill out of there. Oh, it's going to spill, baby. You're really going to get it now. You're going to get a fantastic sensation. Now go after the juice. Oh, go after that hot, delicious juice. It's really such tasty stuff, baby, it's a high protein diet. It's just the kind of stuff you need to eat, baby. Oh, go after it, baby."

My sexy talk provided Lorna with all the extra encouragement she needed and that head of hers continued to dart up and down as she put the finishing touches on the tongue stroking.

Her tongue was manipulating smoothly up and down the length of my bulging spear, and all the while her fingers were maneuvering around my balls.

A few hot strokes later I found myself unable to withhold my juices any longer.

The first few droplets of hot, white sperm bolted out of the tip of my penis.

I knew this was nothing but a tiny prelude to what was to follow, but it provided Lorna with just the kind of instinctive warning that she needed.

"Get set," I exclaimed. "Oh, there it is, there it is, in all its glory. Go after it, baby, go after every drop of that hot juice. Come on and go after every drop. Oh, I love it, you're great, baby. Stay with it, that's it. Stay with every drop of it. Oh, it's a delicious load, honey. I know you'll agree. Come on and eat it."

I was running my fingers through her hair as Lorna fervently attacked my cock, going after those juices that were spurting wildly out of the end of it.

It was a fantastically uninhibited licking session, and I was delighted to see her attitude when it came to actually collecting the juice.

Some of those chicks at school that I had succeeded in getting to blow me were petrified at the prospect of actually swallowing the stuff. First of all, it had been damned tough to even get them to go down on me, and then, after they had, some of them either wanted to spit it out, or wanted to just turn their heads away when it was spurting.

Fortunately, that wasn't the way that gorgeous red-haired woman reacted. She loved the hot sperm and she just couldn't seem to get enough of it.

I watched that gorgeous mouth of hers as she ate every morsel that shot from my bolting prick.

She was finally able to release her tongue from my organ, and as she did so, I could see a look of contentment on her face.

But not total contentment. She would only achieve that when I had succeeded in providing her with some extra sensations.

As for me, you can rest assured that I had plenty more tricks up my sleeve. I wanted to do it every which way with this marvelous gal, who was so much better than any of the chicks that

I'd done it with at school.

As far as I was concerned, they were just a bunch of damned kids compared to her. Whereas they were just learning their way around, this gorgeous woman knew where it was at.

It was to my advantage that her husband hadn't given her that much in the way of satisfaction, since that made her all the hungrier for passionate sex with me.

Somebody would have had to take advantage of such an obvious situation anyway, so it might just as well have been me.

As she looked at me, I sensed the urgency of the moment. Now that she had provided me with some great action, she was wondering what I would come up with next.

I could tell from the expression on her face, and from the business-like manner in which she had gone down on me, that she was hoping I would be able to reciprocate in a meaningful way.

"That was sure a great mouth job you gave me," I grinned.

"With a cock like that, I couldn't help but go wild."

"I hope I had enough juice for you."

"You certainly did. And you didn't see me drop any, did you?"

"No. That was as clean a job as I've ever seen."

"I'm not used to getting much sperm, and now that I've had a good young cock to lick, I couldn't help but feel fantastic."

"So I noticed. Well, baby, such beautiful activity shouldn't go unrewarded. I mean, turnabout should be fair play."

CHAPTER THREE

A few minutes earlier, Lorna had been hot for my cock.

Now I couldn't help but feel the same measure of torrid passion for her hot box, which I wanted to sink my tongue in as soon as possible.

She was sitting there with her legs spread, panting like a bitch in heat. I could tell she wanted it, and it was just a question of when I would get around to pleasing her. I wanted to do it my way, to provide her with all kinds of beautiful satisfaction. After all, when a chick gives me the best head job I've ever received in my life, I feel like I owe her something for that, something more just a plain ordinary fuck. I felt I owed her something special.

Now I was looking at her, and as I did so, I decided that it was time for our lips to meet again.

So I shoved my head forward, allowing my lips to relentlessly plunge against hers.

Our lips remained pressed against one another for several seconds, after which I released my lips from hers.

"How would you like me to slip my tongue inside your mouth?" I asked.

"That would be for a starter."

"I think I detect something of a subtle hint."

"Yes, you do."

"Oh baby, I think we speak each other's language."

I slipped that hot tongue of mine firmly inside her mouth, allowing it to plunge against hers.

Back and forth I manipulated my tongue, allowing it to dart feverishly against her tongue. The impact was fantastic, and through it all our bodies began to shake.

I let my tongue continue to wind around hers for several long seconds, after which I finally removed it.

"Oh, I'm ready to explode," Lorna exclaimed. "That kiss of yours is too much, honey."

"Then get set, sweetheart, because I'm going to give you some more thrills."

"What kind of thrills?"

"I'm going to go after that cockpit of yours."

"Oh, it's a pretty delicious pussy. Do you want to eat it."

"Oh yes."

"Go after it, baby."

"Hang on."

I reached beneath her beautiful mini-skirt, letting my fingers travel once more up and down her beautiful, firm white legs.

Then I was clutching hold of her panties, tugging hard on that elastic as I began to slide them down her luscious white legs.

"Oh, you're taking them off," she sighed, spreading her legs resolutely. "Come on and work the tongue around my hot snatch, baby. Oh, I want your action. I know you can give it to me, baby. You're just the guy who can do it to me!"

"I've got the hottest tongue in town."

"Right now I've got the hottest pussy in town."

"Then we're in business."

I leaned forward, letting that head of my cock move between those luscious legs.

I picked up her musky scent, inhaling her femaleness as I slipped my tongue toward her mound.

I let my tongue lick ever so gently around the edges of her pussy, manipulating around it at a slow clip. I wanted to let the tempo build, to provide myself with as much fun as possible, prior to the time that she actually exploded that scorching snatch.

Back and forth I was working my tongue, and now I began to pick up the tempo. As the tempo started to accelerate, I reached out and cupped my fingers around those gorgeous ass-cheeks.

If you don't think that touching those firm buttocks did something for me, then you've got another thought coming.

I couldn't help but think how crazy her husband must have been to let a chick like that wither on the vine.

She was built as good as any of the chicks I'd been to bed with, and a lot of them were young enough to be this gal's daughter.

Now I was really beginning to dart that tongue of mine, maneuvering it with smooth, uninhibited determination.

"Oh, are you ever good," she exclaimed. "Keep that up, baby! I love the way you've got those fingers clutching my buttocks. That's what I call beautiful action. You are really something, honey. You really know how to make me feel good."

As I released my tongue from her mound, I felt that it was the perfect time to start nibbling on her clitoris, a move that I knew would send Lorna into waves of ecstasy.

I certainly was proven correct, and the moment that I began gnawing on her clitoris with those teeth of mine, she went out of her gourd with passion.

"Oh, my God, what action," she sighed, her hips swiveling back and forth. "Keep it up, baby! Oh, you've just about got me exploding. You're too much, baby. Oh, that nibbling is too much. Come on and keep it up. Oh, don't let up. It feels so great."

I was nibbling back and forth with everything that I had, and as I did so, Lorna's legs were kicking like crazy.

I knew just how hot she was and it was just a question of how long she would be able to withstand the hot action that I was providing her.

"Oh, you can tongue me any time that you want to," she exclaimed. "Come on, sweetheart, and turn your tongue loose. I need your sucking now, because I'm going to be exploding fast. It's not going to take very long for me to get my orgasm. Oh, baby, honey, work that tongue around. Come on and let it slide. Oh, sweetheart, let's let your tongue maneuver. Oh, move it quickly, drive that tongue, baby. Oh, drive it, really work it!"

Now I removed my teeth from her clitoris. I sensed that the moment was at hand. It was time for me to work my tongue vigorously around her mound.

With great determination I resumed my licking movements, stroking at a feverish clip with that tongue of mine.

I was eagerly determined to get Lorna to shoot, and to eat the hot orgasmic liquids that shot out of her mound.

Back and forth-I was working my tongue, and the longer that I allowed it to go to work, the hotter that she became until she was just a few strokes away from climaxing.

I recognized just how hot this beautiful woman was, and now those fingers of mine were really clamping hold of her ass-cheeks as I kept up the determined sucking.

"Come on and drive your tongue in my cunt," she said hotly. "Keep up those movements, baby. Oh, I want it, darling. I really want it. Work that tongue of yours. Work it beautifully, baby. Oh, drive the tongue. Work it fast, sweetheart. Oh, don't slow down, go as fast as you can, baby. Oh, I want it, darling!" I really want that hot tongue of yours. I want to shoot my juices into your mouth. Oh, I want you to taste those beautiful liquids. Come on and work your tongue, darling, work it fast."

Now I was working it as briskly as I knew how, realizing that Lorna was just about there.

Several hot strokes later, the drops of juice began to shoot out of her mound and into my waiting mouth.

If you don't think that I attacked that mound of hers vigorously when the juices were flying, then you've got another thought coming.

I had worked very adroitly at getting to taste her, and now that the juices were spurting, I was eager to finish the job and swallow my dessert.

"Come on, stay with it," she implored. "Go after every drop of the stuff. Oh, baby; you make me feel so young, I feel like a teenager now. You are really transporting me back to my youth."

I stuck with every drop of her pussy load, then released my tongue from her box.

"Oh, that was good," she said. "Give me a moment's rest, then go back down there again."

"You really are horny today," I laughed.

"I told you my husband wasn't doing much for me."

"No, I guess he hasn't been, the sap."

"Yes, he's that all right."

"Well, I'm ready to go back to sucking any time."

"I guess you've grown accustomed to my box," Lorna laughed.

"I sure am. It wasn't all that hard to get used to."

"No, I can see that."

"You are really an uninhibited gal, once you let yourself go. It took a little while to get you that way, but once you reached it, everything was up hill."

"Yes, I suppose it was." Lorna smiled. "It is awfully tough for a gal like me to think about letting herself go with somebody as young as you. But the hotter I get, the more feasible everything appears."

"Yes, you really did well when you let yourself go."

"Oh yes."

"Well, I'm ready to go down on you any time."

"I wish you'd play with my box for a little bit. I wish you'd give me a little preliminary action this time around before you go down on me again."

"Okay, I can do that."

"I mean, I'm anxious to shoot again, but I like a little bit of preliminary action first. We got started too fast that last time."

"Quite naturally, I got carried away."

"Yes, I can see that," she giggled. "Good for you."

"I can easily get carried away again."

"That I can guess."

Now I reached down with my right hand, allowing my fingertips to go to work on her flaming box.

It didn't take very long for her to get back to the same level of passion where she had been before.

Her whole body was trembling like crazy as I worked those fingers around her inflamed cunt.

I worked my fingers around her rust-colored pubic hairs, then down toward her hot flaming box, which was nice and moist. Every time I touched it, I got that much more eager for her.

I finally removed my fingers from her pussy, then decided that I would supply Lorna with a surprise.

I leaned forward and kissed her box several times in rapid succession, causing her to quiver and sigh.

"Oh, you're so good," she exclaimed. "You can put the tongue to work now, baby. Oh, I want you to lick me again. Go down on me."

Once more I let my fingers work around her buttocks as I leaned forward and worked my tongue feverishly against her box.

I was allowing that tongue to stab dartingly around Lorna's mound, and as I did so, I let my fingers slip down her ass-cheeks to her legs.

I clutched those firm, magnificent thighs, that had turned me on from the moment that I had seen them.

As I continued to make steady finger contact with her thighs, my tongue danced eagerly over every crevice of her pussy flesh.

"You're too much for me, darling," she exclaimed. "Just keep your tongue working. Oh, I love it."

Now that tongue of mine was stabbing her cunt, determined to receive another load of pussy juice.

"Oh, eat me, eat me, eat me," she kept up a steady cadence.

If you don't think that her words turned me on, then you've got another thought coming. I could see just how badly she wanted it, and that spurred me on to ever greater heights as I kept that tongue of mine working inside her box.

She was panting like crazy as she drew nearer to the point of climax, enjoying every hot tongue stab that I put forth.

"Drive that tongue," she exclaimed. "Oh, baby, put it to work inside that mound of mine. What a hot tongue you've got. It's blazing. Oh, I like the way you're using it. The action is just beautiful, honey. I like the way you're manipulating that tongue around my mound."

Now I was working it with everything I had, pushing her that much closer toward climax.

That body of hers was dancing rhythmically, and I was enjoying every bit of it. I liked the fact that I was capable of turning this gorgeous chick on to such a great extent.

Every time I permitted that tongue of mine to stab inside her mound, I got Lorna that much closer to the final point of climax.

"I'm just about there," she said. "A few more strokes will do it. Just keep that tongue of yours stabbing against my love button, baby. Oh, you are really doing it. You are really getting me there."

Several hot strokes later, I received another burst of liquid in the mouth for my efforts.

Those juices of hers shot into my mouth, and I really enjoyed every drop.

"Oh, go after the juice," she exclaimed. "I really like what you're doing, baby. I really-like those efforts. Oh, I love that grinding tongue of yours. It's a beautiful tongue, sweetheart. Oh, what a tongue it is. Oh, honey, you're too much."

Once more I released my tongue from her box, and now she was just lying there on the sofa, looking a little dazed after all the action that had taken place.

She looked a little comical as she lay there minus her panties, sprawled out on the sofa.

It was now apparent that Lorna had learned to adjust to the intimacies of lovemaking with me. She liked it every bit as much as I did, and that's what gave me such a great thrill. I really had somebody who was pleased with every movement of mine, whether it be with my cock or my tongue.

"Honey, you've really left me limp." she sighed. "I guess I'd better be getting home now. "

"Didn't this beat the hell out of a PTA meeting?" I roared with laughter.

"Oh, did it ever."

She straightened her body up, then began to put her panties on.

You know, I couldn't help but get hard all over again as I watched her slip those panties up those beautiful legs.

I was ready to fuck all over again, but I knew that would not be possible.

She meant it when she said she had to get home.

On top of that, I realized it wouldn't be that much longer before my mother would be arriving home. And needless to say, I didn't need that kind of action, my mother dropping in on me while I was entertaining lovely Lorna.

"I'm really indebted to you, baby," Lorna told me after she slipped her panties back on.

She got up from the sofa, and I rose to my feet at that same moment.

Lorna leaned her head forward, allowing her lips to plunge eagerly against mine.

Our lips remained locked for a while, after which we both voluntarily relinquished our hold.

"Take it easy now, baby," she smiled, walking toward the door, "and thanks."

"The pleasure was mine."

"Speaking of pleasure, I guess we both got plenty of it."

"Yes, we sure did."

I looked out the window and watched her walk toward the curb where her car was parked. She got into her Buick and drove away, and as

I saw her car disappear in the distance, I realized just how much fun I had had with her.

Next to this woman of experience, those girls I had been making it with at school were all rank amateurs.

The thing that really hurt me was that I couldn't have a lasting affair with this gorgeous woman. I knew that it would be futile even to ask her, and that she would either laugh at me or shake her head sadly if I brought the subject up.

No, I would have to get used to these chicks at school all over again. And many of them were not as hot to trot as gorgeous Lorna was.

Even if they were hot, they didn't seem to possess the know-how that lovely Lorna did.

CHAPTER FOUR

It was about a week after my fantastic sex joust with Lorna. I was just getting out of my last class.

As I walked toward the parking lot, where I had my Porsche waiting for me, I observed Mary Jane Phillips, a cute little brunette sophomore, walking down the street.

She had her books in her hand and apparently, like me, was through with her classes for the day.

I had been romancing Mary Jane for quite a little while, and lately she had been showing some interest in reciprocating.

"Mary Jane," I called out to her.

She stopped in her tracks, turning around and waving to me.

She waited for me to catch up with her.

I took one good look at her and became immediately aroused. Since I hadn't had any sex since the Lorna episode, I was naturally more than willing to get down to brass tacks again.

Mary Jane was wearing a provocative light gray pantsuit which brought out the curves in her figure beautifully. She wasn't as voluptuous as somebody like Lorna, but the curves were still there.

"How's it going, Mary Jane?" I asked.

"Oh, just fine."

"Where were you heading?"

"Oh, I was heading for the bus stop."

"You're through for the day?"

"That's right."

"Listen, why don't you let me give you a lift home?"

"Oh, fine. You've got a sports car, haven't you?"

"That's right. A truly groovy Porsche."

"I'd like to ride in it."

"Right this way, then."

As we walked toward the parking lot, my radar-like brain began to calculate and plan. I just had to snare cute little Mary Jane that day.

She gave every impression of being ready to give me a little action, and that being the case, I felt it was time to make a fervent move. She got into the car.

"Oh, I really like this," she smiled. "I like the sleek lines and red is my favorite color."

"How about that."

"I'm going to really enjoy the ride back home."

I started up the car and drove out the parking lot, then off the campus.

As we chatted amiably, I figured that it was time to make my first calculated move.

"Say, Mary Jane, how about us going for a little ride up in the hills?" I asked. "I think that that would be a groovy way of getting you better adjusted to the car."

"I'd like that. I do need to get home and do some studying, but a little ride might be just the thing."

"Sure, it's a good way to relax. Hell, you don't want to go straight from class to some dreary studying anyway, do you?"

"No, I guess a nice ride might be just the thing."

I was happy that she had responded in the manner that she had, I wanted to take her way up into the hills, far away from civilization.

She kept on commenting about my sports car, and about how nice it was of me to offer her a lift.

I kept thinking that I wanted to give her a lift all right, but in a vastly different way than

I had been doing. You know, a lot more intimately.

Finally, we were making our way up into the hills, and as we moved close to a wooded section, my old prick really caught fire. Being next to this gorgeous chick got my cock extra nervous, and I knew that I just had to have some immediate action.

I brought the car to a stop underneath a sprawling tree.

"Just take a look at the view out there," I smiled.

"Yes, I'd like to get out and look." Mary Jane beamed.

We got out of the car and took a look at the view of the city far below. Then we got back inside the car.

"Well, I guess we'd better be getting back now," Mary Jane said cautiously.

"Don't be in such a hurry. Relax, baby."

My arm was instinctively wrapping itself around her shoulders. I loved the body contact.

"What are you trying to do, Eddy?" she asked.

"Just get a little friendly with you."

I decided that it was time to make my move. My heart was fluttering passionately as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth.

Back and forth those tongues of ours collided, and as they did so, I could hear the bells ringing inside me. My cock was also heating up more noticeably than ever. That battle-tested dick was good and hard, and I knew damned well that I just had to get it off. I figured that Mary Jane was just the girl to accommodate me.

Now I released my tongue from her mouth, and as I did so, I exclaimed:

"You're sure a sexy chick."

"Don't try and overpower me like that again, Eddy," she said in a worried tone.

"Aw, knock it off," I laughed. "Come on, baby. You want it, just like any girl does."

Now I decided to make my boldest move yet, allowing the fingers of my right hand to work their way inside her bra.

I grabbed a quick feel of her tits, after which she turned away quickly.

"Cut it out, Eddy. I mean it," she shrieked.

"What's wrong with you? I dig you, that's all."

"The nerve of you, reaching in there and touching my breasts. Stop treating me like I was the school slut or something. You have your crust."

"What the hell did you think I wanted to do? I mean, why else would I bring you out here in the hills?"

"I was under the impression we were just taking a ride."

"Come on, now. Did you really think it was anything as simple as that."

"This might amaze you, but I apparently don't have the same kind of a dirty mind as you do. Yes, I did think it was as innocent as that. Now I want to get home, and fast."

"Let me kiss you a little, honey."

"As you can easily determine by now, I'm not the kind of gal who goes in for that."

"But I'm not the kind of guy who will get discouraged as easily as that."

I leaned forward and let my lips plunge against hers, and this time she really put up a fierce effort.

She struggled so hard that I gave up the idea of trying to kiss her. I let go, tacitly admitting defeat.

"Just what's wrong with you, Mary Jane?" I asked dumbfoundedly.

"Take me back home. If you give me any more guff, I'm going to jump out of this car and report you to the nearest policeman I find."

"I don't think you'd find too many up here."

"I'll find one somehow. You'd just better believe that."

"My gosh, you really are in a bad way."

"You're the one who is in a bad way," she said. "Now just get me back to a place where I can take a bus. I don't even care to ride back all the way home with you."

I regarded that as the supreme insult of all. One minute she was going on about how she liked my car, and the next moment she was saying she didn't even want to ride with me, except to get out of the wilderness where we were now located.

"I thought you dug my sports car," I said sarcastically. "'Just what is coming over you, anyway? Are you paranoid or something?"

"How dare you call me paranoid? You really think you're big, don't you? You've got your sports car, you're a big pole vaulting star. Oh yes, you're the big college hot shot. I'm fed up to here with guys like you."

"Then why did you decide to go for a ride with me anyway?"

"I didn't realize just how bad you were until I saw this little stunt you put on. I was warned by some other girls that you were this way."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Of course. If I had listened to them, I wouldn't be in this embarrassing situation now."

"I'll tell you what, honey. You padlock that little pussy of yours, because it's real safe. There are plenty of chicks that dig me, and I don't need to take any insults. You dig?"

"I'm tired of listening to your kind of vile conversation."

"Okay, so you won't have to listen to one bit more of it. I'm going to keep my damned mouth shut, as long as you promise to do the same."

"Gladly."

"I'll drive you to the closest bus stop, then I'll let you get home from there."

"That will be great."

We rode in uncomfortable silence back to the city, and, true to my word, I dropped her off at the bus stop.

"There you go," I said, still spitting sarcasm.

"Thanks for nothing," she said, climbing out of the car quickly and slamming the door.

"You don't have to slam the goddamn door," I barked.

"Go to hell," she shot back as she walked away.

I looked at her angrily, contemplating whether I should say anything more to her or not. I decided not to, mainly because we were in the midst of a pretty good sized intersection and people were already looking at us as we were talking so loud.

I drove off in a flustered state of mind, proceeding home immediately.

It was early afternoon, and ordinarily I would have had lunch at that time. But I didn't feel like lunch. I was too disgusted to eat, too disgusted and angry.

Every time I thought of Mary Jane, and the way that she had acted, the more burned up I became. Just who the hell did this chick think she was?

The one thing that was frustrating me about the chicks at school was that they were impossible to figure out. Often the very ones that I figured were like Mary Jane, the ones who wanted a lot of attention but did not want to put out, were the real swingers, the ones who wanted to ball.

Then there were the broads like Mary Jane, who on the surface appeared to be ready to put out once the time was right. But when it came to a showdown, they weren't ready to put out at all. They were talkers and cock-teasers, and that was just about the extent of it.

I was so ticked off about Mary Jane that I didn't know what to do, so I spent a few minutes just trying to calm myself down. I was trying to psych myself into forgetting her, based on the fact that she really wasn't worth the effort.

I finally succeeded to the point where I was able to sit down and have some lunch. Once the old appetite began returning, I figured that maybe the worst of my troubles would be over.

I finished lunch, then decided maybe I would hit the books for a little while.

I got into my studies, and was doing an assignment when all of a sudden the telephone rang.

I picked up the phone. "Hello," I began.

"Hello. Is that you, Eddy?" a sexy mature woman's voice came on the phone quickly. "Yes, that's right. Who is this."

"Oh, this is Lorna. Lorna Chapman."

"Yes, I recognize your voice," I chuckled. "My mother is out. I guess she's immersed in her club activities again."

"I didn't call to speak with your mother, Eddy. I wanted to talk with you."

"That's much better," I laughed. "Whatever would you like to discuss?"

"How about us, as a starter?"

"Okay, that sounds good. What would you like to know about me?"

"I'm not joking. I want to talk seriously about us. You know, I've been thinking about the beautiful time we had. As a matter-of-fact, I haven't stopped thinking about it. I wonder if it made as profound an impact on you as it did on me."

"Baby, you couldn't help but make an impact on me."

"You don't know how good that makes me feel. I was thinking that maybe I was just one of your casual affairs, and that prospect really bugged me."

"You could never be a casual affair of mine or anybody else. You've got too much on the ball for that, baby."

"Gosh, that makes me feel so good to hear you say that."

"Listen, you're the type of gal I'd like to make it with all the time," I found myself saying, my heart beating rapidly.

"You'd really like to do it with me again?"

"My God, yes."

"You're so much better than my husband," she exclaimed. "There's no comparison."

"I'll tell you something. You're way ahead of the gals I've been doing it with at school. You know where it's at. You're a mature woman. They're a bunch of goddamn kids."

"You sound bitter about it."

"I am, in a sense. After seeing what a real woman is like, I don't want to go back to these young little upstarts."

"What you're saying is certainly flattering to me." Lorna chuckled.

"It's meant to be. You deserve to be flattered."'

"I don't know what to say."

"Your actions speak louder than your words."

"I called to find out if you feel the same way about me as I do about you. I can see that you do. Oh, I haven't had a peaceful moment since that episode. I keep thinking about it, and every time that I look at my husband, I become more and more bored."

"Is that a fact?"

"Oh yes. I need to see you again, Eddy," she said with obvious urgency. "I hope soon."

"How soon do you want to make it?" I immediately asked her.

"How about today?"

"Is that for real?"

"Yes. I'm much too hot to be kidding about anything like this. I'd like to meet you today."

"But where?"

"Well, I don't think it would be a good idea to do it at your house again. Ifs too risky."

"I've got to agree with you." '

"I thought about that at the time, but once the two of us got carried away, that was it."

"We can't very well do it at my place either," she said.

CHAPTER FIVE

Now there was a momentary pause in the conversation.

"Maybe we can meet somewhere," Lorna said.

"Some clandestine meeting place?" I chuckled.

"Look, honey, I'm serious. Dead serious."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it sounded. No, I'm not joking. I want you, honey. Every time I think of what a great time we had together, it makes me that much more eager."

"You know where the Outpost Motel is?"

"Yeah. That's right outside the city limits," I replied.

"That's right. How about me meeting you there?"

"When?" I asked in surprise.

"In about a half .hour."

"You mean you want to ball in there?"

"That's right. But we've got to take precautions. You know how things are in this town. Anybody might expect that we were carrying on otherwise, and that would be pretty bad. If they suspected us, the tongues would wag."

"I know. The town gossips would go wild."

"Especially some of my PTA friends," Lorna said sarcastically.

"Yes. I suppose so."

"So here's what I suggest. You just stay there in the parking lot and wait for me to register. Then I'll give you the high sign. I'm going to be wearing a wig and dark glasses."

"A disguise?"

"That's the only way, baby. We've got to be together. We've got to screw."

"I like your determination."

"So I'll be wearing the blonde wig and the dark glasses. You'll recognize me."

"Okay, honey. I'll see you then."

"Okay, baby."

I hung up the phone, and suddenly my entire mood changed.

Whereas before I had been feeling pretty lousy, now I was suddenly feeling great. Everything was coming up roses as long as I could have sex with lovely Lorna.

I got into my car and drove away. My cock hardened just thinking about meeting her. After all, she had given me about the best sex I'd ever had in my life. Never before had I received a treat like she had given me when she had gotten down on that erect rod of mine. She really knew how to give head, and the thing I liked was that she didn't get uptight about giving it. She wasn't like those damned gals at school. When she put out, it was with everything she had.

I waited in a deserted section of the parking lot, then observed Lorna pulling into the motel parking area in her Buick.

She got out of the car and walked toward the motel office.

A few minutes later I saw her reappear, leaving the office holding a key in her right hand.

As she walked down the sidewalk leading to the motel unit, she looked over at me and gave me the high sign. It was time for me to join her.

She picked the opportune moment to do it. Nobody was looking in our direction. There wasn't a soul to be seen. I walked quickly after her.

"Okay, honey, step inside fast," she said as she opened the door with the key.

I entered the room first, waiting for Lorna to proceed me inside.

As she did so, she quickly locked the door, then closed the drapes.

"This is great," she exclaimed. "We're all alone, away from the rest of the world. Doesn't it feel like you're about ten thousand miles away from the world you know."

"Yes, I do."

"Oh, I really like the looks of that cock of yours."

"But I haven't even gotten it out yet."

"You don't have to. It's plenty visible inside your shorts. Oh, do you ever look sexy."

"I like the way you look too. Those white slacks really bring out the curves in your legs. You know, that's what really turned me on in the beginning."

"What was that, my legs?"

"That's right."

"I've been turning guys on with them ever since high school," she laughed. "Would you believe that I was my high school's drum majorette?"

"I certainly would. I bet you really picked up the wolf whistles when you danced around in those scanty little costumes.'"

"I got more than-my share."

"I would certainly hope so."

"You know what I'd like to do right now?"

"What's that?"

"Throw my arms around you and kiss you."

"There's nothing stopping you, my dear."

"No, I guess there isn't." She threw her arms around my body, smothering me as she let those lips plunge against mine.

I could tell from the devastating impact of her kiss just how horny she was. If anything, she wanted sex even more badly in this case than she had the day we had it at my house.

She released her lips from mine, then exclaimed :

"Let's get off our clothes."

"By all means. Let me undress you."

"Okay, but I'd like to call the shots today. You know what kind of action I want?"

"Just name it and you'll get it."

"I like that spirit of determination," she chuckled. "Well, what I want next is to take a shower with you. I want to be rubbing that nude body of yours with a bar of soap while you're doing the same to me. That will get us so hot that we'll practically be orgasming in the shower."

"I guess so," I laughed. "That sounds like a fantastic idea."

"Then let's get right to work, baby."

"Okay, I'm all for that."

She reached out and let her fingers roam over my face. I liked the way she let her fingers tantalizingly touch my skin.

The moment that she removed her fingers from my face, I threw my arms around her and glided her body down on top of the bed with me.

As she lay there with me on top of her, I knew that it was time to start the undressing process.

My first target was her blouse, and I tugged at that swiftly, pulling it quickly over her head.

"Oh, I'm going to undress you so fast I'm going to break some speed records," I chuckled.

"Just see that you don't go over fifty-five miles an hours," she laughed. "Remember, dear, we're in an energy crisis."

"How much energy am I using in going over fifty-five doing this?"

"I don't know about the energy you're using, but you're sure using up a lot of mine."

"Is that a fact?"

"It certainly is. Oh, with an impact like that, baby, you can't help but turn me on in a big way."

"Strangely enough, that's exactly what I was trying to do."

"I guess you'll use up plenty of my electricity, energy crisis or not."

"You'd better believe it, sweetheart."

I succeeded in pulling the blouse over her head. I let it drop to the floor, then went to work on the straps which held together her bra.

I tugged several times at the bra, letting it drop to the floor as well. Then I reached out with the fingers of both hands and gently squeezed her nipples.

"Oh, you're giving my tits a nice workout." She sighed with pleasure.

"I didn't get much of a chance to play with your breasts last time."

"No, you're right. You were too busy doing other things."

"Which was understandable, I guess. After all, we were restricted by time."

"Yes, and we were in your place as well."

"Of course. That too."

Now those fingers of mine were squeezing her breasts more firmly than ever. I released my fingers from her nipples, then worked my fingers down toward her slacks.

I quickly unzipped those slacks, then tugged at them. I wanted to get them off fast. I was in one of those no-nonsense moods. I had driven as fast as possible so we could get in that shower and have some fantastic fun.

Now I was really pulling those slacks down her legs, taking them off of her.

"Oh, sweetheart, keep it up," she sighed. "You really are setting that speed record. Pretty soon you're going to have me completely nude."

"Then I'm going to set a speed record undressing myself."

"Oh, I can feel that warm shower water right now. I can already see myself letting that bar of soap run all over your cock and balls."

"That will sure supply me with a brisk massage."

"Oh yes, I'm looking out for your welfare. I really care about you."

"Yes, I can see that."

Now I had her slacks off and was working my fingers around her panties. I grabbed a hold of the elastic, then pulled downward on them.

"Oh, remove them," she said. "Just like you did the last time, honey. I'll never forget the skillful job you did of taking off those panties, then going down on me."

"I really went to work on that hot slit of yours, didn't I?"

"You sure did. That tongue of yours was just burning up inside me."

"I've got some hot tongue action ready for you again."

"That's good, honey, because I'm going to really need it."

"You don't want any cock action?"

"In one respect, anyway," she nodded. "Here's my problem, baby. You see, I have trouble getting my husband doing anything to me in that fashion. When we do have sex, as I told you before, it's just the same old crap. I mean, he shoves it into my pussy a few times and then explodes. There's really nothing romantic about it. It's so damned mechanical. I could do it blindfolded. As a matter-of-fact, I have closed my eyes on a few occasions. What I'm afraid of is that eventually I'll start going to sleep, and that would bug him."

"I suppose it would." I laughed.

"But with you I'm so hot, I don't know what to do. I mean, once we get into the act, it's something else. That's what I mean when I said that I felt like a young girl all over again."

"I was flattered when I heard you say that."

"I want you so much, honey."

"I'll bet that you do."

I was maneuvering those panties down her lovely legs. As the silky panties came into contact with her thighs, my ramrod hardened more noticeably than ever. How I wanted that "beautiful chick again, and I looked forward to finishing the act of undressing her.

Now I completely removed her panties and was all set to get into the hot action.

I began to maneuver my fingers around her thighs and calves. I was doing my best to get her good and hot.

"I'll bet you like that," I said.

"Yes, and I'd like it if you'd play with my pussy too."

"Oh, I guess that could be arranged."

"Then I want you to undress. You've got to take off those clothes. We've got to get into that shower, baby. We're going to have ourselves a fantastic blast underneath there."

"Oh, don't I know it," I laughed.

Now I removed my fingers from her legs and let the fingers of my left hand go to work ever so slowly around her mound. I was letting my fingers maneuver at a snail-like pace, getting her all the hotter as I moved them.

"Oh yes, that's what I call great," she gasped. "You really know how to move your fingers."

"This is just a little preliminary action."

"That's understood."

"I'm going to remove my fingers from your mound, then we're really going to get down to action. You can watch me undress."

"Okay, and I hope you don't mind if I run my fingers over my pussy. Just to keep it nice and warm."

"By all means."

Now I removed my fingers from her mound and got up from the bed.

As she lay watching me, I quickly began to remove my clothes.

"Take it all off," she laughed. "Strip, baby. Let's really have ourselves some beautiful action."

"Oh yes, baby. We really can't miss."

"That's so true."

Now I looked down at my shorts, and as I stepped out of them, she looked at that huge cock of mine and her eyes brightened.

"Do I ever like to see that nice hard rod of yours," she said. "It's so reassuring to see a hard-on."

"It is?"

"Yes. I mean certain men with a hard-on.

Meaning you. Actually, you're the only one that really gives me these thrills. I could probably see fifty other guys nude, a lot of them handsome, but I don't think I'd react like I would seeing you showing everything."

"I'm really appreciative. I'm glad to hear you say that."

"I mean that, baby."

"I know you do. You really are a no-bullshit chick, and that's why I dig you."

"Oh, honey, it makes me feel so good to hear you talk that way."

"How about us climbing into the shower now?"

"I'm all set."

"Then that makes two of us."

I was standing next to the bed watching her as her nude body slowly rose.

We walked into the bathroom together.

It was Lorna who assumed the initiative, reaching inside the shower and turning on the water.

"I want it nice and warm. How about you?" she asked.

"Oh yes. That's the only way."

"That's what I thought you'd say."

"Yeah. Let's have it nice and warm."

"Yeah, that will be beautiful."

She stepped into the shower, and as I watched the water pelt against her body, I couldn't help but get terribly excited.

It really looked good watching that shimmering water splash against her body. It gave her a tremendously healthy glow, and it seemed to accentuate her tremendous curves all the more.

I liked in particular the sight of that hot water splashing against her tits. It really did something for me, and the longer that I looked at her, the harder that I got just standing there.

"Come on in and join me," she laughed. "The water is fine."

Then, just like a little girl, she reached out and splashed me in the face with some of the water.

"Now you should cut that out," I laughed.

"Cut it out like hell. I've got lots more of the same for you."

"Then two can play that game."

"Come on and splash me," she laughed. "See if I care."

"I've got a hunch that you don't care one damned bit."

"Your hunch is right."

"Then let's just go to work, baby."

I stepped inside that shower, ducking as she splashed some more water toward my face.

She giggled like a school girl, and it was great losing myself in this wonderfully daffy atmosphere.

We took turns splashing each other for several seconds, and she kept laughing like a young school girl.

"Let yourself go, honey, that's my motto," she exclaimed. "I'll buy that."

"Let's each pick up a bar of soap," she suggested. "I want to start soaping you down."

"That sounds like a beautiful idea."

I picked up a bar of soap and she did the same.

Once more she assumed the initiative, walking toward me and rubbing the soap against my testicles.

I watched the suds form, and as it did, I felt a tingling throughout my entire body.

"Oh, do I ever love touching you," she exclaimed. "You've got such a beautiful body, baby."

"I'm glad you think so. Right now you're focusing on my balls."

"Not for too long," she said. "I'll run it over your balls, then it will be your cock. Then I'll go to work on other parts of your body."

"I really like your attitude. You're a pretty authoritative girl."

"Oh yes, very much so."

Now she was soaping down my long stem and as she did, my whole body began to quiver.

With rhythmic fascination she kept up those movements, and as she did so, she continued to transport me into a state of tremendous passion.

"Do I ever love it," I sighed. "Do I ever love this action."

CHAPTER SIX

Now I was getting the itch to work the soap around against Lorna's body.

After all, she was certainly doing a tremendous job of supplying me with excitement. That soap was working fervently around my cock and balls and she was letting it go to work on my chest.

The action continued, and as it did so, I was eagerly looking forward to running that soap over her breasts.

I moved the soap bar forward, permitting it to run against her left tit.

"Oh, I love that kind of action," she nodded. "I want you to keep that up, baby. Just work that soap around my tits, then you can run it around my other tit as well. Keep it busy, honey. I really love that stroking action. Come on and put that soap to work."

Back and forth I maneuvered that soap over her left breast. I really liked what was happening, and the more soap that I applied there, the greater the degree of suds that formed.

"I like that sexy action," she said. "I really love the way you're putting that soap to work. Am I doing a good job on your cock and balls?"

"Oh, an excellent job."

Now I was watching as the warm water pelted my cock and balls, removing the soap suds from them.

I was all steamed up, and my fingers were working more frantically as I manipulated that soap around her breasts.

Back and forth I kept up those movements, and all the while I was anticipating how wonderful it would be to get her in bed again. I knew that her body would be sparklingly clean, and that made the prospects of sex appear that much more enticing.

I kept up that fantastic action on her breasts for quite some time, then decided that I would work the soap around her thighs.

It felt good to let it come into contact with those luscious legs that I always loved so much. And as I finished with Lorna's legs, I began to apply the soap to her buttocks.

Those ass-cheeks of hers were extremely torrid, and the greater the degree to which I applied the soap to them, the more that I liked it.

"Oh, keep going," she encouraged. "I really like those movements of yours. Keep that soap moving over my butt. Oh, I like that action, honey. You're really good at it. Come on and work that soap."

Now I was working my hands at the briskest possible pace, and as I removed the soap from her ass-cheeks, I was ready to start letting the soap maneuver over her cunt.

I really liked the idea of working the soap around between Lorna's legs. That was the one spot that I knew she would not be able to absorb much friction on.

So I manipulated that soap against her pussy, working it at a speedy clip.

"Oh, come on and work the soap," she exclaimed. "Come on and let it go, baby. Oh, I really love that. Come on and work the soap around my pussy."

Now her legs were trembling, and as her ass-cheeks bounced up and down, I recognized just how hot I was getting her.

"Yes, I can see you're getting excited now," I laughed. "I really love running the soap around your buttocks."

"I realy like what you're doing."

"You weren't kidding when you said you'd get turned on in the shower."

"That's just the perfect prelude to wild sex. That husband of mine is just too dull to appreciate anything like this, but I figured that a hot stud like you would."

"You were dead right."

I was working the soap more vigorously over her mound, and as I did so, Lorna was reaching the point where she could hardly withstand it.

I kept it up for several more seconds, after which she decided that she had to call a halt to the action.

"Okay, now you can stop." She practically swooned. "You can stop right away, baby. Oh, I need it, sweetheart. I really need the kind of action you're supplying, but there's only so much I can take."

"I understand," I told her, removing the soap from her mound. "Let's get out of here."

"Okay, but let's make sure our bodies are rinsed off first."

"Mine already is."

"Well, mine isn't. I still need a little more water to be rinsed off."

"Okay, then let's just let the water come into contact with that snatch."

The warm water pelted against Lorna's cunt, after which she exclaimed:

"Okay, honey, let's get out of here."

"Very well stated." I laughed, reaching out and patting her on the ass-cheeks.

Lorna shut off the water, after which she exited the shower.

She was waiting for me to get out of the shower, grabbing a towel and began to briskly wipe me off with it.

"I'm going to dry you off real nice." She laughed. "Just wait till you see the massage I'm going to give that cock of yours."

She ran the towel over my buttocks, pausing eagerly there as she dried me off. Then she let the towel come into contact with my penis, jerking up and down with the towel in speedy movements.

I really enjoyed the strokemanship that she was applying.

"Oh, that feels good," I laughed. "Leave it to you. You have so many ways of giving me beautiful sensations."

"You're damned right." She laughed. "I'm going to give you plenty more."

She did not stop until she had completely finished drying me off, after which she handed me the towel.

"Okay, lover, now you can take your shots on me," she said.

"I guess that means I can dry off your tits too?" I asked.

"Why not? They're a part of my body."

"A very integral part."

"I like to think so."

"And so are those beautiful legs."

"Oh you, you really dig those legs. Fine. You can work the towel over them too."

"Thank you for coming up with the shower idea. It's fantastic, right from the start to the finish."

"There's something about toweling off that's real beautiful too."

"That's what I meant when I said it was fantastic from start to finish. This is a part of the entire process, isn't it?"

Now I was working the towel frantically, letting it slide down her back as I dried the water from her.

My movements were thorough, and as that brisk white towel came into contact with Lorna's body, I became that much more excited at the prospect of sex.

I liked coming into contact with her clean form. As I finished toweling off her buttocks, I worked the towel upward toward her breasts.

Now that the towel was really working over those hot tits of hers, her body wiggled in enthusiastic response to what I was doing with the towel.

"Oh, I love those nice brisk movements." She laughed. "I really dig what you're doing, honey."

"I figured that you would."

"Oh yes. This is really fun."

She liked the movements that I put forth on her tits, and the longer that I kept up the stroking action, the more eagerly her body wiggled.

Pretty soon Lorna was beginning to look like a hula dancer with her hips and ass-cheeks rotating with magnificent precision.

"You're going to get me so horny that I'm going to have to explode right here," I laughed. "I love that little dance you're doing."

"As long as you give me the kind of action you are right now, I'll keep it up."

"Oh, I do like it."

I then withdrew the towel from her breasts. That was the last stage in the action. I looked down at that hard sparkling cock of mine. It was magnificent against that nude body of hers, and I just had to get some more body friction.

I leaned my head forward, allowing my tongue to come into spirited contact with hers. And as that was happening I let my chest converge against her breasts.

Back and forth the steady friction continued, and as it did so, I really began to enjoy what was unfolding.

"Oh, that I like," she sighed as I released my tongue from her mouth. "I like the way you rub your chest against my tits. Oh, those nipples of mine will never be the same again."

"Neither will my chest."

"No, I guess not," she laughed. "This is really what I call beautiful action."

"We really make quite a team."

"An absolutely unbeatable one."

"Oh, so true."

I was set to go into the other room. I just couldn't withstand any more of this beautiful action.

I withdrew my chest from her breasts, and as I did so, Lorna heaved a loud sigh.

"Oh, I really like that," she told me.

"I figured that you would."

"Let's go back into the bedroom, baby. I want to ball with you."

"What did you say?"

"I said I wanted to ball."

"That's what I thought you said." I laughed, reaching out and slapping her ass-cheeks. "Oh, you've got such a cute butt, and I can hardly wait to get another piece of ass from you."

"You know what I want, though. I want that brisk tongue action. Can you supply me with that?"

"I'll give you tongue action you'd never believe was possible."

"I can believe that with you, sweetheart. Are you going to start with the tongue action?"

"Oh yes, I sure am."

"Okay, that's a good way to begin."

Now we walked slowly into the other room.

My gorgeous paramour sprawled out in the middle of the bed, spreading her legs and letting me see that vagina of hers.

I looked down at the rust-colored pubic hairs. She had a lovely mound. Then my eyes came into immediate contact with that pussy of hers. I desired some brisk action right away. I would have liked nothing better than to have shoved my rod inside her mound immediately.

But that wasn't in the cards. Since she wanted some brisk tongue action in the beginning stage, I wasn't about to disappoint her. I thought that would be a pretty groovy way to get things started, particularly since that was what she wanted.

So I began by working those fingers of mine around her breasts. And as I did so, I was working that tongue of mine against the shadowy valley which separated her pendulous boobs.

"Oh, I'm getting action every which way now," Lorna exclaimed, her hips failing back and forth. "That's what I wanted from you, baby. I wanted you to let yourself go with that tongue of yours. That's the kind of action that I need. That's the kind I never seem to get from that damned old man of mine. Oh, that's it. Use that tongue of yours. Don't be in the least bit bashful. Drive that tongue baby. Really work it."

Up and down I circulated my tongue in swift lollypop-like movements, and as I finished licking between her breasts, I decided that it was time to turn my tongue loose on the tits themselves.

So her left nipple turned out to be my first target, and it made a very enticing one at that.

I nibbled on the nipple, and then worked my tongue around. All the while, Lorna was becoming that much more passionate.

"This is beautiful," she sighed. "I really love that, baby. Come on and work that tongue. Oh, work your teeth. Come on and work them. Oh, work them beautifully."

Back and forth she continued to move as I continued working my teeth alternately. As the action continued unfolding, Lorna enjoyed the activities all the more.

I then suddenly switched my action from one breast to the other, and as I did so, she felt that much more aroused.

She wasn't kidding one bit when she told me that she needed the tongue action. It appeared like a matter of life and death, judging by the way that she was reacting to every hot tongue stab that I put forth.

Naturally, since I was receiving such enthusiastic response, it made me that much more eager to please her, and I kept my tongue working, determined to supply her with the beautiful action that her husband wouldn't give her.

"Keep it up," she exclaimed hoarsely. "I really love what you're doing, baby. Oh, that's so good.

Come on and work that tongue. Come on and slide it. Oh, let it slide over my tits. You've got such an uninhibited tongue, such a beautiful tongue, baby. Just keep it working, sweetheart. Oh, just keep it working."

As I kept up the torrid sucking, I let my fingers wander down her buttocks. I loved touching them. As the frenzied action continued, I recognized that it wouldn't be that much longer before I would have to go down on her.

I was certain that Lorna was already good and moist down there, and finally I reached down with my right hand and applied my fingers to her snatch. I wanted to find out for certain just what she was feeling.

Well, my hunch was quickly confirmed. It turned out that she was exceptionally moist down there, and that made me feel much better.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Now the old heart was palpitating like gang-busters as I looked down at that gorgeous body.

Taking the shower had been an excellent idea, since Lorna absolutely glistened now. I looked at her soft, firm white skin, and knew that I had to plunge my fingers into her body.

I reached down and began to toy with her nipples, and the moment that I did so, the greater the response was that she gave me.

I loved watching her hips and ass-cheeks wiggle, and as they did so, I decided to bend down and kiss those nipples.

When my lips came into contact with her hot nipples, she went into ecstasy, her hips bouncing back and forth.

"Oh, honey, you know just how to excite me," she said. "The shower was great. Now it's time for me to cut loose in bed with you. Come on and use that tongue on me. Oh, I'm starved for good tongue action. My old man hardly ever gives me. It's absolutely disgusting. I need a hot young man to provide me with all the beautiful, refreshing sensations, so go right ahead and work those lips of yours around my tits, baby."

I kissed her nipples several times, then decided that I should provide her pussy with the same action.

I quickly dropped my head, letting my lips come into blazing contact with her mound several times in quick succession.

"Oh, that's absolutely beautiful," she exclaimed loudly. "Come on and work those lips around there, baby. I love it. Oh, do I ever love it!"

As my lips continued to come into contact with her pussy on a periodic basis, I reached out with my fingers and latched them onto Lorna's ass-cheeks.

I loved squeezing her gorgeous buttocks. I thought about doing it from the first time I saw her in that micro-mini, showing just about everything that deserved to be shown.

Now I was clutching the buttocks, and as I did so, I kept on frantically kissing her pussy. At first I was kissing it at a slower pace, but now

I was really working those lips of mine, moving them briskly against her hot slit.

"Oh, work those lips," she exclaimed. "Come on and work them, baby. You really have the rhythm down pat. I never saw a man who had a better rhythm. Oh, what my poor old husband couldn't learn from you. Well, maybe he's too tired to learn, but, as you can see, I'm sure not tired. I'm ready for action, baby, red hot action, and you're just the guy to five it to me."

Receiving those warm words of praise from Lorna only served to make me that much hotter. As my fingers continued to clamp onto her buttocks, my lips were driving against her hot mound.

I finally decided that it was time to release my lips from hear pussy, and as I moved my head up toward her breasts, I let that long red tongue of mine thrust downward over them.

She immediately knew what to expect

"Oh, work your tongue against my tits," she said. "I really want you to cut loose, baby. You really have the kind of tongue that I lore. Come on and work it, sweetheart. Come on and let that tongue go to work on my breasts. Oh, I want you to let it go to work on my tits and my nipples. Don't short change me, baby. Just work that tongue of yours around. Let it slide, sweetheart."

Back and forth I was sliding that hot tongue of mine, and as I did so, her whole body began to react instinctively to the torrid action.

She began to tremble, and as she did so, I worked my tongue that much more quickly around her breasts. I would initially work my tongue around her left tit, then go over to provide the right one with the same degree of hot action.

She was loving every fervent stroke that I put forth, and as my tongue continued to dig into her warm and willing breast, she began to gasp. I was really starting to get to her now with that tongue action, the kind of tongue action her husband had been depriving her of. I could see now why she was so hot to get that kind of blistering activity.

She was a sexy woman, and when the old man was practically leaving her alone, there was nothing you could expect her to do other than what she was doing.

"Come on and keep that tongue working," she sighed. "Keep it working busily, baby. I really love the way you're working that thing. Come on and move that tongue around there, sweetheart. Oh, baby, work it good. Come on and drive it. Oh, I love the way you're letting it drive. It's just like a car that's spun out of gear and I love it. Come on and slide that tongue. Come on and work it, baby, come on and slide that hot tongue around my breasts."

Back and forth I was eagerly working my tongue around her breasts, and the longer that

I kept up that hot spirited activity, the better that she liked it.

She was swooning and gasping as I kept up that fervent pace, working my tongue around those breasts.

"You're getting me hotter and hotter." She 'laughed, her hips wiggling back and forth. "You're really taking me on a trip around the world, honey. Oh, keep driving it. Oh, I love this tongue action."

Now I decided to remove my tongue from her right breast. As I did so, I set my sights on her left nipple.

Systematically I let my tongue dance all around that nipple, covering every crevice of that tiny piece of flesh. It might have been a tiny piece of flesh, but highly erotic, as exemplified by the way that Lorna went out of her gourd every time that my tongue pressed against it.

Now Lorna was breathing extra heavy and I knew that it wouldn't be much longer before I would have to get down there and start working my tongue around her mound. She would want to explode those pussy juices inside my mouth and I was more than willing to accommodate her.

I removed my tongue from her left nipple, then began to nibble on it ever so gently with my teeth. That too produced a response.

Her body began to vibrate as if she had received some kind of electrical shock. As a matter-of-fact, I guess you'd have to say that that was exactly what she did receive, based on the way that I was letting those teeth of mine go to work.

"Oh, keep that up," she gasped. "I really love what you're doing, baby. Oh, that's so nice, that's so very nice."

I was nibbling on her nipple, and as I did so, I needed something to keep-my fingers occupied.

So I let the fingers of my right hand drop toward her pussy. I liked looking at those lovely moist rust-colored pubic hairs, and as I continued to nibble on her nipple, I played with her pubic hairs.

I loved touching them, and every time that I did so, she would squirm, moving her buttocks ever so quickly.

I liked watching her butt move, it looked so damned sexy, and that was a lot of the thrill of doing some of these acts. I knew I was supplying impetus to that hot butt, which always seemed to be in motion.

Lorna had a lovely backfield, and I liked the way it went in motion, and as it did so, I continued playing with her mound.

After I had placated myself somewhat by playing with her pussy hairs, I began to work those fingers of mine around her sex mound itself. I just dug in there and toyed with that nest, and the longer that I did so, the more eagerly her whole body would flip back and forth in appreciative response to my movements.

Now the butt that I loved to watch was really circulating, and as it did so, I moved from her left nipple over to her right.

Once more I was circulating my tongue at a brilliant clip, putting everything I had into every scorching tongue movement.

"Keep up the pace," she encouraged. "I love what you're doing, sweetheart. Oh, if only the old man could give me this kind of action. But, hell, why am I complaining about him. I've got no reason to complain about anything as long as I've got a groovy guy who is willing to give me so much in the way of action. Come on and keep up that beautiful action, baby. I really love what you're doing. You've got what it takes. Oh, do you have what it takes to keep me excited. Just keep on going, baby. Just keep on letting that tongue of yours roll."

At that moment it was my teeth that decided to do the job. I left a trail of saliva on both nipples, and I decided to settle down and allow those teeth of mine to work their way around her right nipple.

It was beautiful action, and the longer that I moved my teeth on that nipple, the more I realized she was getting closer to orgasm. As much as she loved this kind of activity, she couldn't withstand too much more of it. The moisture was really becoming apparent down there in her love slit, and it was just a question of time before I would have to start maneuvering that tongue of mine around her blazing mound.

I finally released my teeth from her nipple, and as I did so, I recognized that she would probably love to have me give her ears some loving.

Without saying a solitary word, and as she was getting a little bit of a breather from the torrid action, I leaned over and let my hot, jet-propelled tongue go to work inside her left ear-lobe.

Back and forth I kept up that hot action, and as I did so, Lorna began complimenting me all the more.

"Oh, I'm like pepper down there," she said. "I'm ready to explode, baby. But I guess I can hold off for a little bit longer. But just long enough for you to keep giving me a little more action. Come on and work that tongue around my ear. Oh, I love the ear action. I love what you're doing for me. It's fantastic, it's wonderful. I love it, baby, I love it."

Back and forth I continued to steadily work that tongue, and as I did so, I got her to the point where she was actually begging me for certain sex acts.

"Oh, let it dart," she said. "Just let yourself go, baby. Oh, I love it when you do that. This is a better tongue bath than I had a right to expect. I wanted one real bad, honey, real bad. But I never knew you were this good. Oh, you're sensational."

I really did a good job of letting my tongue move in a whirlpool fashion around the inner recesses of her left ear. I then figured it was time to switch the activity over to her right ear.

"Come on and move the action over," she sighed, as I released my tongue from her left ear. "Give it a little bit of action, baby. Then you can go down on me. Oh, do you ever have that cunt of mine ready. It's begging for it, it's begging for it right now, sweetheart. It really wants some frenzied action."

Back and forth I worked that tongue of mine around her right ear. I was really letting it stab, and as I did so, she realized just how close she was to exploding. She knew it wouldn't take long from the time when I started to exercise my tongue strokes inside her mound for her to explode.

"Oh, you're getting me ready," she giggled. "You're getting me ready for that orgasm. All that preparation, honey. Yes, it is. You're preparing me for the big moment. You're preparing me for when you're going to work that tongue down there in my cunt. Oh, keep connecting, baby.

You're really connecting now. I just love those groovy movements. Oh, those legs of mine are just dancing out of control, and so are my buttocks. It's just too much what you're doing to me, honey."

I continued to let my tongue slide around inside her ear, but after a while I recognized that it was time for me to switch the activities to her cunt

So I swiftly withdrew my tongue, then let it slide toward her snatch.

But before I actually let that tongue begin to slide around her hot slit, I worked my tongue around her inner thighs.

She really went crazy when I began licking her creamy thighs, and now her legs were trembling out of control.

"Oh, you know just what to do," she exclaimed. "Just what to do to get me into a state of frenzy. Keep that up, darling. Oh, keep up that hot action. Keep on letting that tongue of yours slide. Oh, let it slide over my thigh."

I worked my tongue over one thigh, then switched the activity to the other thigh. All the while I was darting like crazy, continuing to get Lorna all the more excited.

Finally, after I felt that I had given her thighs the proper treatment, I was ready to move on to something else. I naturally had saved that for last, the hot dessert I would be receiving in the form of her sweet pussy juices.

Now I was digging in enthusiastically, beginning to drive that warm, fervent tongue of mine inside her hot twat.

"Come on and work your tongue," she said. "You really know how to probe inside there. You don't have to go that fast in the beginning. As a matter-of-fact, a little more relaxed pace might help. It will give me a chance to relax a little. Because soon I'm going to be kicking those legs of mine around, and heaving my hips around when you really step up the pace. But I love what you're doing, honey, I love every bit of it."

Now I was darting that tongue of mine around inside her hot blazing cunt. I had exercised a good deal of caution in the beginning, wanting to give things a chance to build gradually, but now there was no way that I could contain myself. I just had to go all out, and that meant working my tongue at the most blistering pace possible.

Back and forth I was darting it, and as I did so, I got her that much more excited. She was anticipating every brisk move that I put forth, and every time that I stroked her, she came that much closer to climax. She wanted to explode, and the impatience was written all over her face as her sweaty body began to glide back and forth.

Her body was slipping and sliding as she anticipated every hot movement that I put forth with my tongue. I knew that she was close. Now it was just a question of time when she would be , exploding those juices of hers inside my mouth. "Drive that tongue," she exclaimed. "Come on and work it, baby. Oh, does it feel good. Come on and let it go all the way. We're going all the way together, sweetheart. Drive that hot tongue. Come on and pick up the pace. Come on and let it slide. Oh, I want you to let it slide. Drive it, honey."

Now I knew I had her just where I wanted her, on the verge of a stimulating climax.

As I kept up the burning pace, driving my tongue in a whiplash manner around her cunt, I reached out and grabbed both her thighs. I clutched them zealously as I kept up those hot strokes.

"Oh, you've just about got me there," she exclaimed. "I really like what you're doing, baby. That feels so good. Come on and work that tongue of yours around my box. Oh, I love the tongue action. I really like it. You really know how to get me excited, baby. Come on and work it. Oh, I want you to tongue me. Drive that tongue of yours with everything you've got. Oh, let it go, let that tongue go. Oh, ah, you're really doing it now, sweetheart, you're really putting that tongue of yours to work. I love every bit of it. It's so great, I'm itching all over. I can feel the itchiness even in my toes. I can't stop itching with you working your tongue around like that. Come on and keep sliding. Oh, I want you to slide it. I'm just about there, sweetheart, I'm just about there."

I reached up and let my fingers go to work on her breasts. I was squeezing her breasts and nipples alternately as she reached the final stages.

"Okay, I'm there, I'm there," she finally sighed.

At that point my tongue was poised and ready to go down and lap up every drop of her hot juice, and that's exactly what I proceeded to do.

I gulped and gasped as I went after every droplet of the warm, moist pussy juice that shot out of her snatch. I really loved the action. I loved it in a way that you just wouldn't believe. It was really setting me free, having sex with a beautiful gal like Lorna.

The disappointment with that damned lousy chick Mary Jane was forgotten. She was nothing but a worthless little cock-teaser anyway, as far as I was concerned. She was a little girl, whereas I was balling with a woman.

Now I was removing my tongue from her snatch, and as I did so, she lay back and closed her eyes.

"Now I can relax a little," she chuckled.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I gave Lorna a chance to catch her breath, then I was panting for more action.

"Oh, I need you, I really need you," I said.

I think that frustration I had encountered earlier that day with Mary Jane caused me to get that much hotter when it came to having sex with Lorna. After all, I was that much more eager to prove myself, even though it was probably juvenile of me to think that way. Hell, I didn't have to prove myself to Mary Jane. Besides, she wasn't worth proving anything to, anyway. I only needed to prove to myself that I could supply Lorna with everything she needed, and that was what I was doing. In the final analysis, that was really all that actually counted.

I was sinking that tongue of mine against her left breast. I wanted to give her hot tits action, something I knew would warm her up again. I mean, I was amazed at the degree of self-control I was able to bring to bear on that hot cock of mine.

The old me would have had to explode at that point, but now I was so tuned in to what Lorna needed, and I was so tickled at the prospect of supplying her with what she needed, that I wasn't about to lose sight of these very real values.

I needed this chick, and I figured that if I really gave Lorna a good time, she would give me future opportunities to make love to her. I was looking for a long-term relationship with this gorgeous chick, and, if I played my cards right, I figured that there was no reason why I could not have it.

So I let that tongue of mine continue to slide around her breasts, getting her hot all over again.

"You just never stop," she gasped. "You love it as much as I do. Oh, that tongue of yours is ready to accept any challenge. Just keep working it, baby, just keep letting it slide. Oh, this is wonderful, sweetheart, it's just great what you're doing for me."

Now that tongue of mine kept on sliding around her breast, and as it did so, Lorna reached the point where she got about as excited as she had during her first orgasm.

About the time that her hips started moving beautifully, I decided to reach down there and grab her.

I let my fingers clutch eagerly around her legs, and as I did so, I began to work my tongue a little more feverishly around her breasts.

"Oh, it's too much," she said. "I need you to go down on me again, sweetheart. I really need that kind of action. I need you, honey. Come on and let your tongue slide, baby, let it slide."

I released my tongue swiftly from Lorna's breast, then let it drop down immediately toward her cunt.

I knew that there would be no more preliminary action. She was just too far gone for that. She was exceptionally determined to explode one more time, and I was every bit as determined to receive those juices from her blazing snatch.

So I began to work that tongue of mine frantically around her pussy. But first I let it exercise itself around the outer crevices.

"Oh yes, that's it," she said. "Now you're really getting me ready. Let the pace pick up, let it accelerate, baby. Oh, let your tongue move."

I let my tongue manipulate skillfully around her snatch, then I started dramatically picking up the pace, allowing that tongue to work in a brisker fashion.

Back and forth I was letting it slide, and all the while I knew she could hardly withstand those juices. It would be just a short period of time before she would be exploding them in my mouth.

"Oh, let your tongue rip," she sighed. "You really know the style, baby. You know just what to do to put little old Lorna in ecstasy. I couldn't like it any better. You are really great with that tongue of yours. It's fantastic action, sweetheart, just the kind I love."

Back and forth I kept stabbing, and as I did so, I got her that much closer. It would only take a few more hot tongues stokes before she would be exploding those hot juices inside my mouth.

I recognized just how close she was, and realizing that, it made me that much more determined to keep up my tongue movement, to keep my tongue pressing against her hot slit.

"Oh, just a few more strokes," she said.

Now she was running those fingers of hers dramatically through my hair as I put everything that I had into those final few tongue efforts. I was working the tongue blazingly, and as I did so, I continued to let my fingers earnestly clutch her thighs.

"Just a few more strokes," she said. "That's all I need. Keep it going, baby. Oh, keep it going."

Now the old tongue was burying itself deep inside that hot snatch of hers. I really loved the idea of applying that tongue of mine to her glistening cunt, and I knew that the moistness down there between those legs of hers was only a prelude to what was going to transpire in just a few more seconds.

Back and forth I allowed my tongue to whiplash around, and as she moved closer to the final point, those legs of hers were shaking like a trembling building.

"Oh, my cunt's on fire," she exclaimed. "I love the way you work the tongue. You're driving it like crazy, baby. Oh, when you let yourself go, you're really something. You're just too much of a man. Oh, my husband can't hold up a candle to you. Keep that tongue swirling' Oh, keep it plunging."

Now my fingers were buried intensely in her thighs and my tongue was working systematically through the last stages of the set

All the while her legs were swinging back and forth, anticipating those hot stabs inside her blazing nest. Now it would be just a few more strokes before I would get the burst in the mouth that I was looking forward to.

I loved sucking that blazing cunt of hers, and I knew that once I swallowed another load of juice, that hot prick of mine which I had been keeping in cold storage would be ready for action.

But by cold storage, I certainly didn't mean that it wasn't hot in the sense of wanting to shoot, because several times the old trigger had been ready to explode, and it had taken the supreme act of willpower on my part to prevent it from blasting off.

But in the same fashion as a rocket, I was waiting for the blast-off. I would not let it shoot until the proper moment had arrived, the moment at which I was either being sucked or was fucking her.

My tongue continued to blast away at her love bush, and now she was all set.

As her hips wagged back and forth and as she puffed and gasped, I realized that the great moment of impact was there. That hot sea of juice that I was looking forward to gobbling up, was there.

It spilled forth in hot spurts, and I eagerly devoured every droplet of the juicy stuff that bolted from her organ.

"Oh, go after it," Lorna exclaimed hotly, running her fingers through my hair eagerly as I sucked up the juice. "Go after every drop, sweetheart. Oh, what an honor to be sucked by you. What a cunt I've got. Oh, I love to feel your tongue in it. Come on and eat that hot snatch, sweetheart. Come on and go after every flaming drop of that stuff. Ah, I love it, I love it. Go get it, sweetheart. Oh, go get the hot juice, baby."

I released my tongue from her mound. I had put out quite a few fires with that fantastic cunt sucking of mine. The moment I saw the fires were there, I knew that my tongue was just the object needed to get her as excited as possible, to propel her to the act of climax.

Now I released my tongue from her box, and I was feeling all the more eager to get my hot cock off. My prick had been in mothballs during the course of the sucking, and now that I had finished sucking her to climax not once but twice, I wanted to get my cock and balls off.

"I hope you're ready to be fucked by me," I smiled, running my fingers over her soft creamy face.

"Oh yes. I want you to really let it rip, honey. Let it all hang out. That's really the only way to fuck."

"That's a pretty good philosophy."

"You're damned right it is. We really found ourselves, honey, right here in our own little love nest. Maybe we did have to go away from home to get in some fucking, but it was certainly worth the while."

"I'll go along with that."

"I hope you keep that pussy of mine nice and hot. If you do, you're going to get that much better a fuck. Just wait and see just how my body glides when I've got the right pecker inside me."

"I hope I'm the right pecker," I grinned.

"Oh, you definitely are."

"That's good."

"Come on and play with my tits if you want to."

"I'd be glad to."

Once more those fingers of mine frantically found the warm flesh on her breasts. I toyed with those breasts, then began to pinch them. The longer and harder that I let my fingers go to work on her tits, the better Lorna liked it. I knew it was all in the process of warming that cunt of hers up again, so that she would be all ready to be fucked down there.

The longer that I looked at her moist pussy, the sparkling wet pubic hairs, and the delightfully moist mound that rested beneath them, I became that much itchier for hot fucking.

That huge prick of mine was standing tall, so tall that it looked like a pistol at high noon.

"Do you like the size of this erection?" I asked.

"It looks fantastic."

"How about tugging on it a little for me."

"I'd be delighted."

"You like playing with warm pricks?"

"When they belong to somebody as super groovy as you, I do."

"You're not talking like a PTA woman now," I laughed.

"No. I'm letting it all hang out. There's nobody here to initiate any gossip. I know you're not going to do any talking."

"Except to you. I'll tell you what a hot fuck

I think you are."

"That's different."

"Sure it is. Those are our little secrets."

"You know, I kind of like engaging in an affair like this. It seems like the more forbidden the affair, the more you put out and the more fun it becomes."

"I think you're right."

"If you were balling some girl from school, I don't think that the act would take on the same kind of meaning as it does when you're fucking me."

"I guess that's true."

"Sure. I'm an old woman with three kids." Lorna laughed.

"Like hell you are. You're younger than those chicks from school. And you know one helluva lot more about fucking than they do. There are some of them that are so damned boring that it's all I can do to get them to spread their legs, and even that's something. A lot of them expect a marriage proposal before they'll even do that."

"But I've been hearing so much about the tell it and do it like it is generation," Lorna said. "You mean to say you're not finding the girls to be that way?"

"Unfortunately all too few of them that I encounter are that way. But hell, why talk about them when we've got each other. I'd rather ball you anyway. I just hope you believe that."

"That sounds very good."

"Just keep working those fingers over my dick a little longer."

"I'd be glad to. Should I move the fingers a little faster?"

"I wish you would."

"Okay, let's see what happens." Now those fingers of hers were working with explosive electricity, working at a free and easy clip up and down the entire length of my firm rod.

The longer that she rubbed, the better that I liked the massage. The foreskin of my prick felt like a prize race horse in a stall. It was just waiting for the opportunity to run. And I knew my cock wanted to run to her still hot, moist slit.

The finger movements continued, and as they became more brisk my whole prick began to cry out for action. It was itching me something crazy, particularly at the tip and in the balls.

The old ball sack was ready to break loose, and I could hardly wait for the opportunity.

"You really do the job," I laughed. "Those fingers of yours are fantastic."

"Glad you like them."

"That's really my style," I chuckled. "I like the way your fingers manipulate me. Oh, now you're really moving them fast. I like that kind of uninhibited action."

CHAPTER NINE

Now I had been all warmed up and ready to go, I decided that I ought to French with Lorna.

While her fingers continued to pump up and down on my hot dick, I leaned forward and let my hot tongue go to work once more.

Never had my blazing red tongue known the number of varied sensations as it did that day. It seemed that the longer that I let it work, the better that everything felt.

Now I was slipping that hot juicy tongue of mine inside her mouth, and as I began to connect with her tongue, we really made music. Just the kind of sheet music I love.

Back and forth those tongues were colliding, and as they did so, she continued pumping up and down on that long stem of mine. Let me tell you something. The way her fingers were pumping on the old meat, I knew that it was just a matter of time before I'd have to sink that anxious pecker of mine inside her mound.

The longer that I allowed my tongue to dart against hers, the better that I felt about everything. Now there were no problems left in my life. Just as long as I could ball with Lorna, everything was going to be okay.

It's amazing how a woman can help a man's ego by getting through to his cock and balls. In the final analysis, that's really what counts, that's where the action is, down there between the legs.

So she kept on frantically pumping, and all the while my tongue was doing the light fantastic inside her blazing mouth.

Finally I turned my tongue loose of her mouth and was all set to get the old pecker working.

"Okay, you can take the fingers off my prick," I said. "I'm going to shove it in your snatch, and shove it hard."

"Oh, I'm ready for it."

"Just get set, baby. That thing is going to explode inside that mound of yours. I'm going to really plunge it. You're not going to see the end of it until it's buried so deep into that gash of yours that you're not going to be able to believe it."

"You're going to give me that good a fuck."

"The old pecker juice is going to be spurting."

"Boy, you really do have confidence in yourself."

"I've got confidence in what I've got down there between my legs. I'm a stick man, baby, and just because these punk girls in high school don't seem to realize it, that's not my problem. It's theirs."

"That's right. It certainly is. And it's my husband's problem that he can't keep me satisfied."

"If he can't keep you satisfied, then he's in real bad shape, because you're so gorgeous. Damned, the way you're built. I still can't get over those creamy legs of yours. I love those thighs."

Now I was reaching out and pinching them once more, and as I did so, she let out a girlish little chuckle.

"I like all this attention you're giving me," she said, "but I wish you'd start plunging that prick in there. I want to feel it in me, I want to feel that nice, warm manhood shoving high and deep in me. I like that pole Of yours, I really love pumping on it."

"I got that feeling."

"Oh yes, it's absolutely beautiful. Just let me have some more of that action. Just let me have some more of that cock. You know, I could grow attached to your cock without any trouble."

"I just bet the hell you could."

"So come on and fuck me with it, baby."

"I think that could be arranged."

Now I was parting her legs, reaching out and grabbing her by the ankles. I moved the ankles outward, spreading her legs and getting set to plunge my hot prick inside her blazing pussy.

"Shove it into my snatch," she called out loudly. "Oh, it feels so good to let myself go. I never do this in sex with my husband. He'd think I was terrible. So come on and shove it in there, baby. Plunge it in there hard."

"The harder, the better," I laughed.

"Oh yes. I can't get enough of you."

I was running my fingers up and down her thighs, as that rigid prick of mine moved toward her savory snatch.

I heaved a gasp, then plunged my pecker inside her. I was manipulating my hips around, putting everything I had into every powerful thrust. The more I put out, the faster the pace accelerated.

I knew damned well what to do to get myself hot. It was just a case of letting nature take its own course. When I had a lovely hot snatch like this to set my sights on, everything seemed to fall into place.

An instinctive process began to take shape. The longer that I plunged that pecker of mine into her warm and willing snatch, the faster I began to pump away. The act was completely seizing possession of me, and soon I was pushing that prick high and deep in her mound.

She was good and tight and I like that. A lot of chicks Lorna's age and even younger were all washed up with loose cunts, but that certainly didn't apply to her. She not only was tight, she knew just how to manipulate that body of hers.

She exercised her hips and buttocks in a beautiful fashion, rotating brilliantly as she would thrust that cunt forward, meeting the forward thrusts that I was vigorously meting out.

So back and forth I was pumping, and as I did so, I reached out and grabbed a hold of her breasts.

My fingers were circulating beautifully on her tits, and I pinched and squeezed those nipples, getting her all the hotter and more eager for the action I was providing.

"Keep plunging," she exclaimed. "And it won't hurt if you kiss me every now and then."

I decided Lorna was right. Immediately I puckered up, letting my hot red lips find hers.

Those lips met in sizzling impact, and as they remained fervently locked, I kept on plunging that hot prick of mine high and deep into her mound.

Back and forth I was driving my dick, moving it uncontrollably into her mound, letting it stab ever deeper inside her blazing vagina.

As I kept up the fucking, Lorna more than ever held up her end, rotating those hips of hers as she met my impactful movements.

"Just keep fucking. You're balling like a champ," she laughed. "Just keep it going, sweetheart. Just keep up that beautiful action. I love it, really love it. Oh, keep fucking me, baby. Oh, pump that thing into me. Oh, I want you to pump it, pump it. Oh, I Jove the way you stick that thing into me. Oh, it's like a razor. Oh, sweetheart, oh, now you're getting groovy."

"Am I getting too brutal, sweetheart?"

"Oh no, I love it. I love what you're doing. Keep on pumping that thing in me, baby, keep on driving it in that pussy of mine. Oh, drive it, drive it, baby. Pump that thing in there."

As I pumped, I began to realize I was getting a little short of breath. After all, just how much excitement can a guy take?

It isn't often when you find a perfect fit of any kind, but that day I found the fit to end all fits. My prick just happened to fit beautifully into her snatch. It was love at first sight, as far as I was concerned. My cock was the perfect match for her snatch.

"Come on and keep fucking," she said. "Keep it up, baby. Pump it in me. I can hardly wait for that hot white cum. Oh, let it spill in my mound. I know you've got a load stored up in there."

"Reach out and play with my balls," I said. "Just run those fingers over my testicles. Get the balls working, baby."

I was plunging that prick into her with everything that I had, and the longer and more intensely she worked her fingers around my balls, the hotter that I became. Now it was just a question of when I would shoot, and it looked as if that moment was not far off.

"Oh, you're getting close," she said.

"How did you ever guess?" I chuckled.

"Those balls of yours are swelling like crazy. I know they're going to spill. Oh, I'm looking forward to all that beautiful juice."

"Yeah, it's going to spill out of there."

"Come on and shoot it into me, honey. Shoot it into my cunt. I want it in my hot snatch. Come on, baby. Oh, I really want it."

"Okay, it's going to be there. It's going to be there, sweetheart."

Several hot thrusts later, I realized that I just had to turn my tongue loose just one more time inside her mouth.

I figured it might be a great idea to shoot off my prick at the very moment I was sliding my tongue against hers.

So I leaned my head forward and permitted my tongue to blister inside her mouth. As our tongues meshed, I plunged my prick forward several more times. The old pecker juice was getting ready to fly. Now it was just a question of when. It was fantastic and I kept on pushing my stick vigorously forward into her hot snatch.

Lorna's body was trembling as she anticipated the hot prick juice that would soon be spilling out of the end of my rod.

I finally released my tongue from her mouth just as I felt that I was ready to shoot.

"Get set," I exclaimed.

"Oh, I'm ready to shoot myself," she said. "Yes, honey, I can't take a fuck like this without orgasming. It's just too much for me. Oh, is it ever too much."

"Yes, it's too much for both of us."

"Oh, we're on a roller coaster."

"A screwing roller coaster."

"Yes, a wild, wonderful fucking roller coaster. Keep me on that roller coaster, baby. Keep dominating me with that cock of yours. Keep on stabbing me with that thing. Spill all those beautiful juices inside me."

"Okay, get set."

"Oh yes, I'm ready, sweetheart."

A few hot strokes later, the sea of hot white lava began to explode out of the end of my cock.

Lorna was right. My bulging testicles were a sign of what was to come, and now that the stream of white sperm was spilling into her, she had a smile of contentment on her face.

As the juice kept on spurting out of my cock, her whole body trembled. She was coming unglued at that final moment of climax at which my prick juices were spilling out of the end of my rod.

"Oh, yes, you're there," she said happily. "Oh, baby, I love the feel of that juice. That's beautiful, that wonderful white cum. You're spilling all over me. It's fantastic. Oh, can you ever fuck when you let yourself go."

"It's impossible not to let myself go when I'm around the--likes of you."

"Oh yes, I can see that. That absolutely flatters me."

"You're a beautiful woman and I like fucking you."

"Yes. We get along together beautifully." Now I withdrew that still hot cock of mine from her mound.

As I looked down at my faithful friend, my sizeable pecker, I realized just how little it had gone down. It meant just one thing, that this chick had me so steamed up that there was still plenty of juice left in my dick. Enough to where I could give her another hot fuck.

"Just look at that thing." I pointed smilingly toward my cock. "I bet you really love the size of it, don't you?"

"I sure do."

"You had it once and I'm going to give it to you again."

"That sounds good."

"I'd sure like for you to go down on me. I can't tell you how many times I've stayed awake nights thinking about the last blow job you gave me."

"Is that right?"

"Yes. It's hard for me to sleep when I think about what a thorough job you did going down on my prick. Oh, what a blow job that was. I'm sure you can easily repeat it."

"I sure can. I hope I didn't keep you up too many nights."

"Oh, I just had to reach underneath the sheets and beat the old meat until the juice spurted."

"Yes, I suppose you did." She chuckled.

"It makes you feel good, doesn't it? I mean, the thought of beating my meat while thinking about you sucking my cock."

"Of course that flatters a girl. Especially if she really cares something about the guy. But I'm only sorry I wasn't there to service you."

Well, that's all in the past. The important thing is that you're here now, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am."

"And I'll bet you're eager for action."

"You could say that."

"Then you can start any time you want to."

"No time better than right now."

In a flash she was on my balls. That took good thinking. She wanted to get them all warmed up before going down on my prick. That way she wasn't leaving anything out.

Back and forth she rotated that tongue of hers, seeing to it that my hot balls got plenty of steaming action.

Soon they were on fire from her diligent strokemanship. She kept working her tongue systematically back and forth, driving it at a steady, even pace. She knew just how to put emphasis into those movements, seeing to it that she went fast, but not to the point where she lost control of things.

If there was one thing that Lorna had, it was plenty of control when it came to fucking. And now she was exerting that control beautifully as she worked her tongue around my flaming balls.

"Keep your tongue going," I exclaimed, running my fingers through her lovely hair.

As I lay back with my legs spread, receiving all kinds of beautiful sensations from her tongue, Lorna took me by surprise by reaching out with her left hand and stroking the tip of my cock.

She did it so nice and slow that it teased me. I could feel the jolting electricity throughout my hot dick as she manipulated her fingers.

"That I like," I said. "You're not satisfied just to suck my balls. You've got to see to it that the old cock gets some action at the same time. That's the kind of two-way sensation that I really dig. Just keep that up, honey, and we're both in business. You're going to wind up giving me the best blow job I've ever had. Even better than the last one you did. You're even going to top yourself, you're so damned good."

That tongue of hers was darting ever more swiftly around my balls, and as she kept that up, she worked her fingers vigorously up and down my long, fiery prick.

The steady pumping movements were really getting to me, and my whole body was just about to cave in an instinctive reaction to her movements.

"Keep that going," I sighed. "You're unstoppable, baby. Oh, am I ever going to fuck you in the mouth. You're going to get a beautiful screw, baby. Lots of nice, hot juice inside that mouth of yours. So just keep it up, baby. Don't lose sight of things for one second. I want this action, I need it!"

With that she began working her tongue even faster than before, but never to the point where she lost control of the situation. As I said, this gal was Miss Self-control. She never got so excited that she lost sight of the realities-namely, why it was important to maintain a methodical pace. That was where the true action was. That was how she got a man so hot that he was bristling, just the way I was at that particular moment.

Soon she recognized that it was time to switch her action exclusively to my cock. My balls were so steamed up and supercharged they didn't need any more action, but my cock sure as hell did. I had all that beautiful sperm collecting in there, and all she had to do was tease my cock the right way with her tongue and she'd get every last drop.

Now that tongue of hers was going back to work, slipping up and down the length of my entire prick.

Back and forth she slid that hot red tongue of hers, getting me all the more excited. She had started slowly, by teasing the tip of my dick, but now she was dramatically stepping up the pace and sliding her tongue vigorously up and down the length of my entire pole.

As she maintained those up and down movements, I just laid back and enjoyed it all. There was no need to tell her anything. She knew the score. She knew the way to a man's heart was through his cock and was exercising her tongue movements brilliantly.

As Lorna kept up that hot, fervent cocksucking, she reached out and began to play with my ass-cheeks. She slapped them several times, so much so that it stung them a little, and that made me feel good. I liked those stinging sensations, and they complimented the action that was going on between my legs.

Now that head of hers was bobbing up and down frantically as she stepped up the pace of her sucking. She was controlling the action beautifully, and I knew she was nearing the end of the road.

It was just a question of time before the juices were going to fly, and I wanted her to get every solitary drop of them.

"Now stay with that load," I exclaimed. "Go after my pecker juice, baby. When I spill it inside your mouth, I want you to eat it. It's juicy stuff. It's delicious. It's a high protein diet, baby. Come on and partake of it. Oh, wait until that cock of mine blasts away. Keep up those hot movements."

Lorna fervently worked her tongue up and down the full length of my cock, making certain that nothing was left out. She was determined to give me every bit of possible sensation that she could muster, and as she kept up her movements, I realized just how close I was to exploding everything inside her.

As I quickly reached the point of no return, she reached out with her right hand and began to tickle my balls. That was really all that I needed. All the extra impetus that I required prior to exploding.

"Oh, now I'm all set," I smiled. "Go after the stuffy, honey. It's going to spurt out of there any second, baby."

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than the shooting commenced. The sea of hot white juice spilled out of there, moving like a roaring floodtide toward her mouth.

The hot gobs of white juice continued to spill periodically out of my rod and into her waiting mouth. She gobbled hungrily, eagerly going after every hot drop.

I spilled the last few drops of cum out of my prick, and a feeling of contentment raced through me with the knowledge that Lorna was as eager to receive it as I had been eager to give.

Following that beautiful orgasm, we quickly dressed and individually left the motel.

After all, when two people enjoyed the kind of orgasm that we just had, there was nothing we could have done to stop that kind of high level excitement.

CHAPTER TEN

It was one week later, and I was sunning myself on the beach when suddenly she appeared.

She was a petite little brunette with radiant black hair glistening in the warm sun.

She walked with a cute little strut, showing off her trim hips and buttocks as she moved briskly in her tiny bikini.

It was a red and white polka dot job, which gave me a good look at her cute legs.

As for her breasts, they filled in her bikini top beautifully, and my old cock was standing on end as she walked by me.

Much to my great joy, the girl set her beach towel down just a few feet away from me.

I watched as she opened a container of tanning lotion and began to dab the brown substance on that beautiful body of hers. Her skin was just beginning to tan beautifully.

As she finished tanning herself, she stretched out on her back and closed her eyes. I naturally went on looking at her body, and as I did so, my cock and balls tickled all the more.

Whenever I get that kind of hard-on, you'd better be damned certain that I'm going to at least make an effort to get acquainted with the chick that's excited me in such an obvious fashion.

I waited until she opened her eyes and stretched out. She turned over on her stomach, letting the Other side of her get a little of the sun's intense rays.

As she turned over, she couldn't help but look my way, and as she did so, I looked back at her and smiled.

She gave me a strange look, something that was halfway between a curious smile and a timid glance. Anyway, it gave me the opportunity I was looking for.

"Hello, there," I grinned.

"Hi," she replied softly.

I got my first good look at her face. I liked what I saw. She had a wholesome look about her, and I liked the way that her ruby red lips stood out.

"Kind of warm today, isn't it?"

"Yes, kind of."

"I haven't seen you around here before."

"You come out to the beach often?" she asked. "Quite a bit."

"Well, I'm here with my folks. My father is in the city to attend a convention."

"Oh yeah, that salesman's convention?"

"That's the one," she nodded.

"Where are you from?"

"Joliet, Illinois."

"I don't know where that is."

"It's just a few miles outside of Chicago. It's where the state penitentiary is. Unfortunately all too often people mention it to me. That's what's given the place a name, and it really isn't fair."

"No, I suppose not. But then most people are inclined to stereotype."

"That's so true," she nodded.

I leaned over a little closer to her, doing my best to get acquainted as fast as possible.

Maybe on another occasion I would have chosen to take things a little slower and smoother, but not then. My old prick was burning too much. It was burning a lot more noticeably than the hot afternoon sun, and there was no way that I could compromise the way that I felt.

Soon I would be making my impact felt, at least conversationally, and if she wanted to pick up from there, she had her chance.

"Where are you staying?" I asked.

"Oh, over at the Beach Sands Hotel," she replied. "Just at the end of the beach here."

"I know where it is. It's a pretty nice place."

"Yeah. My folks are attending a convention session and party right now. And that leaves me. here all by myself."

"Looks like you've been soaking up quite a bit of sun."

"Yes, but I've been watching myself. I don't like to get burned. I just want to get a nice tan to take back home with me."

"You'll make it."

We talked on for a few more minutes. She told me that she was in her senior year at college, and was engaged. That might have turned me off on some occasions, but not then. After all, she was away from her fiance, who was back somewhere in Illinois. That meant that she was free to do things as she saw fit.

"Well, it was nice talking to you," she finally said abruptly, getting up from her towel and picking it up.

"Say, do you care if I walk you home?" I asked, certainly not wanting to shut off the contact at that point.

"No, that would be fine. I really enjoy talking with you."

"Oh, I like girls who are very intellectual," I grinned, getting up. "You really do know a lot about English Literature."

"I'm majoring in it in college."

"I take it you want to go into teaching."

"How did you guess?" she grinned. "You wouldn't be taking English Literature otherwise. Most everybody that takes it wants to go into teaching."

"You're a very perceptive young man. Particularly for a freshman."

"There are freshmen who don't act like clowns," I laughed. "Even though it's true that most of them do."

"You're very mature. I like that." I liked the fact she was complimenting me. It meant that she liked me. Now I just had to push things one step further. I had to get her to go to bed with me.

We walked slowly down the sandy strip of beach toward the hotel. Every time that I saw the white capped waves move toward the shore, I got all the more eager to undress this cute chick. Hell, it was really titillating my balls just standing this close to her, knowing that all I had to do was reach out and she would be naked and quite vulnerable.

As we walked, I began to evaluate her features more carefully. She had a cute up-turned nose, and I liked those dark eyes of hers and the thick lashes that rested just above them.

She had a definitely sexy aura about her, and what was nice was that she didn't have to project it. That chick would have looked good wearing just about anything, which put her far ahead of most of the gals I knew. At school most of the sexy chicks were that way because they had little something in the way of natural endowments, but worked with them and made everybody conscious of them. If a chick had big tits, you could be damned sure she'd be running around without a bra and wanted the guys to take notice. If she had a cute ass, you can figure her getting into a skirt that she practically had to sew on her. If she had nice legs, you could figure on her wearing the kind of micro-mini that my gorgeous friend Lorna had worn that first day that I got enchanted by her.

So now we were moving toward the hotel, and as we approached the back entrance, I knew I had to make another quick move.

"How about me buying you a Coke at the bar?" I asked.

"Well, that would be fine."

I heaved a sigh of relief. Once more I had forestalled leaving her. Since she was there for the convention that I knew was going to end two days later, I figured this might be my only chance to score with her.

We were sitting on patio chairs not far away from the bar when the Cokes were served. I sipped mine slowly, continuing to converse with her.

Every time she opened her mouth and I saw those even white teeth, I thought about what a convincing job she could do jerking that tongue of hers up and down my cock. She had a beautiful mouth, one which deserved the--likes of my hot, flaming prick.

When I saw that she was drinking her Coke faster than I was mine, I began drinking more quickly.

As she finished her Coke, I asked her if she wanted another.

"No, another one would bloat me," she smiled. "Thanks all the same."

"Gee, this is really such a nice hotel. I'll sure bet that you've got a very nice room."

"Oh yes, it's just great."

"I've been inside the lobby of this place, but I've never seen any of the rooms."

"Oh, you haven't?"

"No. Sorry to say, I haven't."

"Listen, why don't you drop up for a few minutes with me?"

"I suppose I could do that," I said. "Thank you very much."

"You're quite welcome. It's the least I could do, after you've been so nice to me and all. You know, it isn't so easy to make new friends in a big city. It's nice to have a wholesome young college man to talk to."

"My pleasure," I grinned, getting up from the table.

Now I was really making headway. I had given her some latitude and she had seized on it. Now she was inviting me up to her room.

We rode the elevator up to the eighth floor, where her suite was located.

As we got out of the elevator, I observed those cute ass-cheeks of hers, covered by that red and white polka dot bikini.

Every time those ass-cheeks swayed, I thought about how great it would be to sink my cock into her. I couldn't help but think that it would be delightful fun just moving those fingers of mine around her buttocks.

Now she reached into her purse and pulled out a key, which she used to open up the room.

"When will your folks be home?" I asked curiously as we walked inside the room.

"Oh, it probably won't be for a couple of hours or so."

Once more I heaved a sigh of relief. Her parents wouldn't be back for a while, so that meant that the coast was apparently clear.

I figured that, given my propensity for getting along with chicks who knew the score, I could entice her into the sheets in short order.

I figured that this chick was about three cuts above the phony little cunts that I had been dealing with at school. When it came to sex, she would be the kind that would genuinely put out.

I couldn't help but admire that fiance of hers. He was getting himself one helluva woman.

We sat in the living room and talked. And as she crossed those legs of hers, I found myself getting harder than ever.

I loved that sleek skin, which had turned several shades darker under the rays of the afternoon sun.

I savored delightful contact with those legs. I wanted to run my fingers up and down them, to enjoy everything about this gorgeous hunk of woman.

Since I was wearing trunks, and since there was a visible hard-on between my legs, I figured she couldn't help but see it. But she was playing it cool, just as I figured she would.

I kept telling myself that this was the type of girl who would go all the way, once that contact had been clearly established. But she wasn't going to put out immediately. It would take a little bit of feeling out conversationally before I would have the opportunity to joust with her under the covers.

There was one thing for certain, though. I couldn't take too much more in the way of conversational jousting, I wanted her too badly. And every time she looked down in the direction of my crotch, she could clearly see just how badly I desired her.

Any chick that hip would have to.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Now I had a great angle of her bikini bottom.

Needless to say, my already enlarged and active prick responded immediately. I knew that I needed this chick real bad.

"You know, I still don't know your name," I grinned. "And you don't know mine."

"That's right," she threw her head back and laughed nonchalantly, showing those even white teeth once more.

"My name is Eddy Jones."

"Good to know you, Eddy. I'm Marna Sampson."

"Gosh, that's a beautiful name. I like that. The name Marna sounds so romantic."

"I'm glad you think so. So does my fiance."

"Why talk about him? He's not here, is he?"

"So he isn't."

I took that as a cue, and so did my nervous prick. It was itching all the more intensely as I moved even closer to her on the sofa.

I didn't think she was about to scream, and she didn't. As a matter-of-fact, she remained glued to where she was sitting. Her skimpy bikini and all.

I longed to reach down there and grab a feel of her pussy hairs, along with that gorgeous cunt that rested beneath it. But that would have been a little premature. I figured that at this early stage of the game I'd get a slap in the face. A few minutes later, it would probably bring me a kiss.

So I sat there looking at her, beginning to make goo-goo eyes, something that generally works with a certain type of chick. I'd figured this chick right up to then, and I had no reason to believe my batting average was going to drop even one point.

I threw my arm around her, and then reached out and kissed her left ear ever so daintily. This was the type of girl, I thought, who needed a little preliminary loving before she'd let herself go. Oh, not with somebody like her fiance, but certainly with somebody like me. She had to rid herself of any inhibitions. Right now she was probably contemplating just what this would do to her psyche, but I didn't think, unless I was dead wrong, that she would let her guilt feelings run away with her. She'd think about them for a while, then abandon them.

She turned and looked at me. Now she was smiling again, giving me a chance to look at those even white teeth that I loved so much.

I took advantage of that situation, slipping that hot red tongue of mine inside her mouth.

I figured that about that time she needed a little shock impact, and I was just the guy that was going to give it to her.

Back and forth I was flipping that tongue o: mine inside her red hot mouth, and once this little chick got exposed to a little action, she was willing to go all out.

I wasn't the least bit surprised when she matched me twist for twist in the tongue licking department. Every time that I would mesh that tongue of mine with hers, she would give me the same kind of swift, brilliant action in return.

We were twisting those tongues of ours around brilliantly, and as we kept up that hot, flaming action, I figured it was time for me to put my fingers to work.

I still figured it was too early to get around to playing with that gorgeous little cunt of hers, even if the pussy hairs were showing through her bikini bottom. So I did the next best thing. I went to work on the bikini top. No, I wasn't about to pull the damned thing off at this point, even though I'd have liked to. When I'm that hot, anything that a chick is wearing, constitutes tremendous interference.

But I figured that it would still be a little bit of a gamble to go to work that fast, so instead of working on the bikini bottom, I put the fingers of both hands to work inside the bikini top.

I worked around her breasts and nipples, getting her nice and warm. Generally-when a chick is hot to trot, the one thing that will really get her spurred on is for a guy to give those tits of hers the once-over while he is kissing her.

Just leave it to me. I know the routine. While I was letting those fingers of mine slide over her hot boobs, I continued to allow my tongue to twist and twirl effectively inside her hot mouth.

Now I had her panting like a bitch in heat, and the longer that she did so, the better I felt about everything. Now I could see everything falling into place, and it sure as hell felt good.

I finally released that tongue from her mouth, and as I did so, I decided the time was at hand. I reached behind her and undid that bra strap.

"Oh, you sexy man," she began to pant.

I figured that she would be eager about that time to have me go to those erotically beautiful lengths. I had softened her up through some nifty preliminary action, and now I was undoing that strap and letting the bra drop down toward the rug.

The moment that I saw those exposed white breasts, I knew that I had to reach out and touch them again. So I did so, this time twisting my fingers ever so gently as I touched her nipples.

Her whole body began to tilt and come unglued as I worried those fingers around. I loved touching her there, and I could tell from the reaction that she put forth that she enjoyed it too.

"Oh, twist those nipples," she exclaimed, panting more hotly than before. "Come on and work those fingers around, baby. I like what you're doing, sweetheart. I really like that."

Since I was getting the go-ahead, that definitely didn't bother my ego one bit. It made me all the more confident, and when I am confident, I can be a raving sex maniac, as my friend Lorna Chapman can readily attest.

Now I wanted to take off that bikini bottom.

"Let me finish the job of undressing you," I said.

"You can, after you've undressed. Now why don't you make yourself comfortable."

"Very well," I said, getting up quickly from the sofa.

"We've got a little time to ball before my folks get home. If only my fiance knew." She shook her head. "But what the hell. I've been in stir long enough. I'm used to getting it regularly back home. I hope you don't mind being my guinea Pig."

"I don't mind anything, honey, as long as I can assert myself as a stud."

"Judging by the outline of that cock, against your trunks, it appears you're ready."

"Oh yes, baby, just give me a shot at you."

"You've got it. Take off those trunks. I want to see that cock of yours. I love looking at a good manly prick."

"Request granted," I said.

I tugged downward quickly at my trunks, then stepped out of them.

I was more than happy to unveil that proud cock of mine. As a matter-of-fact, I was eager to titillate her all the more by pumping up and down on it several times. I did some beautiful jacking off, working my fingers at a brisk stroke, getting her all the more acclimated to what was to come.

"Oh, my, that thing really is ready for action," she exclaimed.

"Oh yes, so now let me take off the bikini bottoms."

"Okay, I guess one good turn deserves another," she chuckled.

Now I leaned over and reached down, grabbing that bikini bottom.

"Come on and pull it off, baby," she chuckled. "I like to see a man who is so steamed up."

"With the face and body you've got, sweetheart, there are scores of men around who would feel that way about you."

"Oh yeah, but I can't begin to let all of them ball me. My fiance might get jealous."

"I can just imagine that he would."

"Oh, take that off."

I finished pulling off her bikini bottom, and as I did so, I naturally focused my eyes on her fur-trimmed triangle.

I observed those black pussy hairs, reaching down and tickling them with my fingers.

"Oh, you like this pussy, don't you?" she taunted.

"I like it as well as I like breathing."

"My, but that is a strong statement."

"It suits the mood."

"Do you like it well enough to want to eat it."

"That's like asking me if I like to eat a juicy steak after I've been starved for two days."

"You're that eager to suck it."

"Even more so."

"Oh my. If you're that horny for my cunt, then I guess we'd better adjourn to the bedroom. I like a guy who can really eat. My fiance is really great at it. He--likes going down on me."

"Who could blame him. With a body like yours, you'd turn any guy's tongue on. As a matter-of-fact, my tongue is as hard as my cock."

"Oh my. That's the first time I've heard of a guy having a hard-on with his tongue."

"You'll find that I'm a very unique guy."

"I already know that."

"That's good."

"So I'm going to let you put that hot tongue of yours to work on my mound. I'll just bet that you'll bring me off."

"Yes. I want to digest every morsel. I'll bet you're great eating stuff."

"My fiance sure thinks so."

"I sure do envy that guy."

"As a matter-of-fact, if he weren't around, and I was living around here, you might be in his place. You'd never know."

"No, I guess I just wasn't in the right place at the right time."

"Not then, baby, but you sure are now."

Now we began to walk toward the bedroom.

I let her lead the way, and as I walked behind her, I reached out with the fingers of both hands and cupped them around her ass-cheeks.

I liked gliding my fingers systematically around her buns, and as I did so, I felt the pangs of anxiety down there in my hard dick.

Did I ever want to shoot off my cock, but I wasn't about to then. I had too much in the way of passionate excitement awaiting me.

But as I watched those ass-cheeks wiggle back and forth as she walked, and as I released my fingers from them, I couldn't help but think of just what a great fuck she would be.

She was put together properly in all the right places. Oh yes, she was tiny, but she was also built.

Now we were in the bedroom, and I must say that it was a great place to screw. I loved the size of that huge bed.

"Are your parents sleeping in here?" I asked with a grin.

"Yes, they are."

"Apparently it's a successful marriage, if your old man wants a bed this big."

"Oh yes, they ball all the time. As a matter-of-fact, I've got a two-year-old brother."

"Then they're doing it." I laughed.

"I think that I get my oversexed nature from my old man. Oh, I need it so bad."

"You'll get it."

"I really need a tongue in my slit. Oh, do I ever go out of my mind when my fiance tickles that pussy of mine in just the right way."

"I don't think you'll be disappointed with my action either."

"No, not if that huge erection of yours is any indication of what you can do in bed."

"As I said, I've got an erection in my tongue too."

"I'll give you a chance to use it."

"But right now I'd like to do the other thing to you."

"Start with a little breast sucking."

"Right on."

Now I was beginning to zero in on those breasts, letting my tongue dart around in the same speedy fashion as I had exercised it earlier.

A few hot stabs, and those ass-cheeks of hers were wiggling.

"Oh, now I need my ass sucked," she said. "I love the ass sucking before I get my cunt sucked. I have my fiance trained to do that. And you can learn to do it too."

"I love sucking a beautiful ass," I told her.

"That's good. Go to it, sweetheart."

Now I turned that beautiful body of hers over.

As she sprawled out on her stomach, I got another good look at those firm ass-cheeks. Every time I reached down and touched them, it made my cock that much harder.

"Okay, you can squeeze those cheeks, baby, and suck my ass at the same time," she said. "I really want you to turn your tongue loose. Come on and really work it. I like that action."

"You'll get it."

"Right now."

"I'm right on schedule."

As my fingers were cupped eagerly around her ass-cheeks, I buried my head down there near her ass-hole.

I plunged my tongue forward, permitting it to work with systematic grace inside her hot ass.

Back and forth I was allowing my tongue to slide, and as I did so, I enjoyed every frenzied movement that I put forward.

Back and forth I was stabbing, and it really made me feel good as I watched those cheeks of hers wiggle. I was controlling the action from every standpoint, both from the ass sucking angle and from the finger movements.

"That's it," she encouraged. "You're really working now. Just keep the tongue going."

I stepped up the pace dramatically, my heart palpitating rapidly as I worked my tongue with flaming impact. I was darting and stabbing inside her hot ass, and the longer that I kept it up, the better that she liked it. I knew that it would only take a little bit of that caliber of ass sucking before she would be begging me to go down on that savory twat of hers.

I kept thinking about how great she would taste down there between her legs, and that was what motivated me to give her the best possible ass sucking.

So I kept on driving that tongue of mine at a frenzied clip, working it brilliantly inside that groovy anus of hers.

She had such a cute butt, that I couldn't help but get turned on with the prospect of sucking out her ass, and as I did so, the chick absolutely hit the ceiling with excitement. She was bouncing up and down the bed, enjoying every tongue vibration that I sent her way.

I guess I was really sending the hot bolts of electricity through her, since that was certainly the way that I was reacting. I was damned hot down there between my legs and I knew that it wouldn't really take too much to get me to shoot.

But I was holding off on the cum spurting, since I sure as hell didn't want her to lose out on any sensation. And myself either. I wanted to fuck her, and bad.

But right now I was concentrating on the hot ass-hole stabs, and as I worked my tongue effectively and briskly high into her anus, I was piercing that rectum of hers like crazy with my effective tongue techniques.

"Okay, okay," she gasped. "You can stop the ass sucking now, sweetheart. I want to turn over, I want to give you a chance to suck that hot cunt of mine. I want you to eat that fleshy vagina. Come on, baby, I need you to eat. Go down on me, sweetheart. Oh, drive that tongue. I need you to lance that mound of mine."

Now she turned over once more, this time showing me that furry triangle. It looked like it had accumulated a little moisture, and I wasn't in the least bit surprised, considering the fact that I had given her a brisk ass sucking.

I liked looking at a healthy pussy that was a little on the dewy side, since it meant that there was some appreciation shown from the erotic standpoint over what I had done.

It had been brilliant output on my part, and it deserved such a reaction. But I realized that the best was yet to come. Soon she would be exploding those dewy juices of hers inside my mouth, and I would be receiving a flavorful, delicious load of pussy juice.

I began by working my fingers around that moist mound.

"Oh my, you're lubricated," I chuckled.

"Yes, I just juiced a little. You were too much with that ass suck."

"So you liked that?"

"Oh yes. You really let yourself go, and that's the only way to fly."

"I quite agree."

"You're working your fingers around there."

"Oh yes, I'll let them dart."

I was working the fingers of my right hand fervently around her hot nest, and as I did so, her legs were quivering with great rapidity.

I knew that I was one gigantic step closer to getting her to explode.

"I'll tell you what," she sighed. "You look like you could use a little cock stimulation."

"You're damned right about that."

"Okay, so we can make ourselves a deal. While you're fingering that hot slit of mine, I can work those fingers of mine around your cock."

"Go ahead. I'm all for it."

"Okay, I'll reach out and grab it."

"It's all yours."

Those fingers of hers were beginning to work fervently in a speedy up and down fashion on my rapier-like cock. It was all set to collide with either her pussy or her mouth. All she needed to do was to say one word and I'd plug her one way or another, either in the mouth or in the snatch. I didn't really have any preference at that point, to tell you the truth, since either possibility struck me as damned appealing.

So she began to tease the tip of that cock of mine. As she touched it ever so daintily, and kept it up, I got all kinds of thrills from her movements. As she knew just how to titillate me, I knew I had her number as well. We were just a couple of sexy people, and when we collided in bed, I guess you'd have to say that it was a case of the irresistible force and the immovable object.

"How do you like my finger movements?" she asked with a smile.

"Damned good."

"I figured that it would give you a little extra incentive to give me some great action."

"Oh, you're not kidding. And just wait until I turn that tongue of mine loose on your creamy thighs. I'd like to do that before sucking your cunt."

"Oh, that would be beautiful."

"You know damned well it's going to make you that much hotter."

"Oh yes. But you're such a sexy guy. Oh, you really know all the angles."

"When it comes to making points with a gorgeous chick, I make it my business to know all the angles."

"Oh yes, you sure do. Now, work your fingers more quickly around my snatch. And while you're doing that, I'm going to extend my movements."

She now began to work those fingers up and down my entire cock, working her fingers with fervent determination on my dick.

"Oh yes, talk about techniques, you've got plenty of techniques yourself, and they're all groovy."

"I know how to make a hot man hotter."

"You're proving that."

"I'm going to prove even more. I'm going to give you a jerk unlike anything you'd believe. I'm going to jerk on that cock of yours while you're sucking my snatch."

"I'm sure looking forward to that."

All the while she continued to fervently pump on that cock of mine. She kept up her vigorous movements for several minutes, then withdrew her fingers from my penis.

"Now I'm going to work on your balls."

Her fingers began to spryly massage my balls, and as she tugged at them, I could feel those hot sensations circulating throughout my body.

"Damned, but you're good," I sighed.

"So are you," she exclaimed.

And all the while, that hot incessant finger activity continued on the part of both of us.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Marna was tearing me up now with those frantic finger movements, and I knew damned well that I was going to have to start sucking her immediately.

"I've got to go down on you," I said.

"I figured you'd say that once I really warmed you up."

"Oh yes."

"Okay, you suggested sucking my thighs a little bit. Go ahead and do that. It might not hurt to nibble on them either."

"I'm way ahead of you," I nodded.

Now I turned that tongue of mine loose on her left thigh, licking with great determination.

Back and forth I would manipulate my tongue. I would do that for several strokes, then begin to work my tongue up and down her legs.

I then began gnawing on her warm, smooth skin, and as I did so, it tended to make me that much more erotically aroused.

I kept working my tongue and teeth, alternately moving from one leg to another. Now she was pumping on my prick again, removing her fingers from my flaming balls.

"Okay, baby, now you can start sucking my snatch," she said, thrusting her cunt upward to make it look that much more enticing.

"Oh, with pleasure," I gasped.

"Come on and work the tongue," she exclaimed. "Oh, I really want you to work it. I know that you can give me a great snatch suck."

As she kept twisting that body of hers upward, giving me a good shot at her appealing cunt, I picked up the scent of her femaleness. I just went wild sniffing it, and now I was panting and practically drooling. I felt like Pavlov's dog, and was all set to go to work with the hot sucking.

"Come on and eat me," she sighed. "Come on and pump that tongue around, baby. I want the action down there. I want it between my hot legs. Come on and play with my thighs. Play with them, baby, while you are sucking my hot cunt."

I reached down and began to run my fingers over her thighs, and as I did so, my tongue began to systematically go to work on her flaming pussy.

I knew I would be bringing her to a speedy climax. And, speaking of climaxes, she was doing a magnificent job of working her fingers up and down the whole of my long pole.

The stick was ablaze with excitement, and so was my fervent tongue. I kept on working it around every crevice of her hot snatch, enjoying those strokes, and loving the way she would lift that body of hers upward and give me a shot at that flaming cunt.

"Keep it moving," she said. "I want you to keep your tongue in rapid motion. Oh, it's a jet propelled tongue. I love it. I love the way you're using it. Oh, do you ever let that thing slide. You've got rhythm, baby, natural rhythm. I love it. I love every bit of it. Keep turning that thing loose inside me."

Now I was working my tongue so fast that I knew I would receive the results in short order. It was twisting and turning to the point where it was practically spinning out of control.

All the while Marna kept on panting, those hot legs of hers trembling as she got set to unleash the juices inside my mouth.

I reached out and grabbed her thighs, clutching onto them with fervent determination as I kept on sucking her flaming box.

All the while she continued pumping on that prick of mine. I knew that soon I would be shooting. I didn't like the idea, frankly, of juicing under those circumstances. I would rather have been doing it when I was shoving the thing high and hard into her hot mound.

I decided, however, to accept the results philosophically, no matter what the situation. After all, even if I did bolt in her hand instead of her cunt or mouth, I was always good for a second load. And the next time around you could be damned sure that I would explode in one of those two places.

For the moment, however, the action continued and now it was really getting fierce. Those bed-springs were jangling like crazy as she kept on bouncing up and down on that bed. I don't think I ever encountered a chick who wanted to ball any more than gorgeous little Mama.

I could see that she wasn't handing me one solitary bit of bullshit when it came to how much she missed her fiance. Apparently the guy had a well-trained tongue, and knew just how to use it. I was giving her all kinds of effective sucks, and she kept on coming back for more, gasping and sighing as she worked her way that much closer to climax.

"Just keep your tongue in my slit," she said. "I'm just a few strokes away. Come on and slide it."

Back and forth I kept on pumping, and as I did so, she was doing some frantic pumping of her own on my huge dick.

It was just a question of who would be shooting first. I knew that I would have a hot spray of juice to shoot in her hand once I let my juice stream. But right then and there I wasn't thinking about my cum as much as I was thinking about swallowing those delightful droplets of pussy juice as they bolted from her.

So now I was right down to the end, letting that trembling tongue of mine continue to glide around her hot mound.

"Come on and finger fuck me while you're finishing up," she exclaimed. "Come on and take your finger and shove it up my ass. I want it up the ass-hole, baby. Right where your hot tongue was a few minutes ago. Come on and finger fuck me, darling. That's really the way to do it. I like it just before I'm going to cum. Come on and plunge it in there. Come on and plunge it up that ass-hole of mine. I really dig that."

So now I was working that tongue of mine with brisk eagerness into her mound, and I was moving my right index finger toward her hot anus.

I'll tell you something. I plunged that thing so high into her rectum, that she practically shot a foot in the air. Well, I'm exaggerating for effect, if you know what I mean. What I'm saying, however, was that she really reacted. The old bed-springs started to sing even louder than before.

I had figured it was a strong bed. It would have had to be to withstand all the pressure that we were providing for it. I only hoped that the damned thing wouldn't break. If it did, you can be damned sure that poor Mama would have quite an explanation for her parents. And it would have to be pretty damned phony.

So now I was eagerly working toward the finishing stages of the act, letting that tongue of mine move with enthusiastic skill and grace against her pussy.

As I continued shoving my tongue into that hot savory slit, I worked my finger high into her rectum. I loved stabbing that hot ass-hole, that delectable tight ass-hole that I had my flaming tongue in just a few minutes earlier.

As I continued to stab, and as she continued to bounce around uninhibitedly in that bed, Mama began to quiver more than ever.

Now she was ready to unleash those juices in my mouth and I could see it coming a mile off.

As she heaved one loud last sigh, that was my final warning. At that point the hot pussy spray was ignited, shooting out voluminously into my waiting, open, highly receptive mouth.

"That's it. Gobble it up," she laughed, running her fingers eagerly through my hair with her spare hand.

As she lay back and enjoyed the active orgasm, she was pumping those fingers of hers around my cock faster than ever.

There was something exciting about finally sucking her to climax. So exciting, in fact, that I found I couldn't withhold those hot white juices that I had stored up for so long, and which I so badly needed to release.

That chick was juicing like crazy and as I gobbled up the last few drops my own hot white orgasm was spraying like crazy out of the end of my long, hard pecker. "Oh, this is beautiful," Marna giggled. "You're really spraying into that hand of mine. Oh, baby, this is so good. This is the grand climax to a beautiful fucking session."

I didn't see it that way, though. As a matter-of-fact, I was more desirous than ever of shooting off my rocks inside either her cunt or her mouth.

As I released my tongue from her mound, I exclaimed : "I hope you'll give me one more shot."

"What do you mean ? You got a chance to fuck with me."

"Yeah, but you jerked me off to climax."

"So what? That's the way I do it a lot of times."

"But what do you mean ? You got me all worked up. I either want you to go down on me, or I want to fuck your hot pussy."

"You've got to be crazy," she said. "You served your purpose, baby. Now I wish you'd leave."

"What the hell do you mean?" I exploded violently.

"And don't raise your voice. Get the hell out of here. The nerve of you. What kind of slut do you think I am? You're lucky that I let you go down on me."

"Oh, I see. I'm not good enough to fuck you. Is that what you're saying?"

"I'm saying I don't know you that well, and furthermore I don't want to get to know you that well. You served your purpose. As I said, I'd spent a long time in the stir, and I needed to go off. Thank you for performing a service."

"Oh shit," I said, my face reddening noticeably. "I want to fuck you. It's the least you can do to thank me, don't you think?"

"Look, I gave you a good jerk-off," she replied calmly. "That was plenty good enough. Besides, I've got to clean up the joint before my folks come home."

"Why don't you call room service?" I said angrily.

"No thanks. Now please leave."

"You really are a bitch."

"Don't you dare call me that. I'm saving myself for my fiance."

"Oh, bullshit."

"That's true. When I get hot and he's not around, I'll do what I did with you or another guy. Sure, I'll jerk them off while they're sucking my snatch. It's a pretty good bargain for them. After all, I've got a beautiful body and I can produce."

"Oh yes, no question about it. Then after the guy's given you a great tongue job, you want to go ahead and tell him goodbye."

"Gee, I'm sorry, but that's the way I work."

"You're a real cock-tease, aren't you."

"I made good," she said confidently. "After all, I did work those fingers of mine on your cock. Now please leave. I've got to clean up this joint and get ready for my folks."

"Oh yes, I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your plans."

"There's no need to be sarcastic. I did a beautiful job by you."

"So you say. I expected more."

"You expect too much," she told me sarcastically.

Now I was stalking angrily into the living room. I put my trunks on, then stormed back into the bedroom for one last parting shot.

"Goodbye, Miss Cocktease of Nineteen Seventy-four," I said.

"Fuck you."

"Oh, is that any kind of talk from a lady."

"You prompted it."

"Like hell I did. You're no lady. You're just a phony little cunt."

"Get the hell out of here."

She picked up a pillow from the bed, throwing it at me."

I quickly warded it off, then stormed toward the door. "So long, bitch," I snarled.

I then walked angrily out of the suite, slamming the door behind me.

Once more I had met a young cunt who had given me a run-around. Sure, she had let me lick her pussy and she had also done a good job of jerking me off. But what burned me up was that she didn't feel I was good enough to supply her with sex in any other way. Things had to stop at that juncture, and if that wasn't enough to burn a guy up, what the hell is?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Church was over and as I exited the building, I turned around and observed a familiar sight.

It was gorgeous Lorna, dressed very conservatively in a white dress. But even though it wasn't the kind of dress that was structured to show her body off, she still looked gorgeous in it. When a chick was as fantastically built as Lorna, even when she wears a conservative dress, she looks sexy.

I felt a little guilty, coming out of church and all. But the second my eyes fastened on hers, I got a hard-on.

As I stood there with my erection at the steps of the church entrance, my mother waved to

Lorna and walked over toward her.

I observed Lorna's white-haired husband and, as I appraised him, I realized that he probably was boring in bed.

He had a kind of a dull look in his eyes, like a guy who had done it all years before, and was now just sitting back and relaxing while the world passed him by.

My mother talked with Lorna for several minutes, and finally I walked up several steps toward them.

"Hello there, Eddy." Her husband grinned, thrusting out his hand and shaking with me.

"Hello, Mr. Chapman," I replied.

"Good morning, Eddy," Lorna said in a soft tone.

"Hello," I replied, catching myself just before I was about to say something stupid.

The two women talked for a while, after which my mother began talking to Lorna's husband.

As the two conversed, I walked away. I kept hoping Lorna would catch on, and would come over to talk to me.

I slipped around to the side of the church, wanting to be out of view of my mother. Sure enough, Lorna followed not far behind, and soon we were standing in a darkened little corner preparing to converse.

"Oh, baby, I've been meaning to call you," Lorna said.

"Then why haven't you?" I asked, getting very impatient with my hard prick and all.

"I just haven't had a chance. The kids have been bugging me. One of them has been ill with the flu. There was just no way I could get away. I wanted to tell you that."

"I appreciate your telling me, but I sure have been horny."

"I'm sorry but I just couldn't help it."

"No, I guess you couldn't. I do appreciate your telling me."

"But next week should be another story."

"You mean we can get together again?"

"I think so. I certainly hope so."

"Another little secret rendezvous at a local motel?" I grinned, savoring the prospect.

"Yes, it's got to be that way, baby."

"You know, you look so gorgeous, that I even dig you in that disguise. That blonde wig looks cute on you."

"You really think so?" she smiled.

"I sure as hell do. I like the looks of you, baby. And I love that body of yours. I just can't get enough of you when you're undressed. You know, I still lie awake at night just thinking about you naked. I see that body of yours tossing around, those legs of yours twisting, and I imagine that I'm sticking that hot prick of mine into your mound."

"Is it a good grind?" she chuckled.

"Yes, it is, even when it's just in my imagination."

"I'm glad to hear that. It means that I made a powerful impact on you."

"Have you ever," I laughed. "You know, it always leads to one thing-closing my eyes and beating my meat."

"You're beating your meat and thinking about fucking me."

"That's right. I guess that's the best that I can do when you're not around."

"Oh, do I ever want to cheer you up, baby. I'm going to get you all tired out this time."

"That's just the kind of brisk exercise I like."

"I'd better run now. My husband's waiting for me."

"Sure enough."

"Don't forget, I'll call you," she promised.

I liked the sense of urgency in her voice. It meant that she was as ready to climb into bed as she was.

I watched her walk away, observing the outline of her beautiful ass-cheeks against her white dress. It's true it didn't fit her as tightly as others I'd seen her wear, but I still got enough of the impression that the old prick was singing with intensity.

So I went home with my folks, my head in the clouds. Now I would be waiting with great anticipation for her call. I was really disgusted with what Marna had done. So all she would do was jerk me off with her hands. But with gorgeous Lorna there was so much more. She was like me. She felt that if you cared enough about the person to climb under the sheets with him, then you should be willing to put out to the maximum extent.

It was a good philosophy. I only wished that more of the chicks that I knew shared it.

I didn't hear from Lorna on Monday, which kind of disappointed me. Then I got to thinking. The first of the week was always difficult, especially for a housewife and mother. So she no doubt had all kinds of chores and I would probably have to wait, maybe even to the end of the week, for a call from her.

I didn't hear from her on Tuesday either, and now I was really getting edgy. I felt like beating my meat many times as I thought about her gorgeous nude body, but I refrained from doing so. I figured that the smart thing would be to save myself for her, That would mean that I'd be good for at least two orgasms.

Finally on late Wednesday afternoon, as I was studying my lessons, the telephone jangled.

"Hello," I began.

"Hi, honey," I immediately recognized Lorna's soft, resonant highly sexy tone. "Oh, baby, at last you've called."

"Yes, I couldn't get around to it till today. I want to set up an appointment tomorrow."

"Groovy. I'm ready. When and where?"

"Do you have school tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but it's kind of a light day. I only go from nine to eleven."

"That's beautiful. I've checked things out. There's a motel just a few blocks from the campus. It's called the Savoy. Have you heard of it?"

"Oh yeah, I've driven past it a few times. Sure, it's a little place. I know it."

"I'd like to meet you there."

"Fine, that would be convenient from my standpoint. Why don't you want to meet at the other place?"

"I want to keep moving around. I'm always afraid of something happening. You know how that goes."

"Sure, I understand. So what time do you want to meet?"

"I suggest that we meet right after that class of yours."

"Okay, then somewhere between eleven and eleven-thirty."

"That's right."

"Okay, I'll see you then. And just where shall we meet?"

"Oh, there's a gas station at the corner. Why don't you just park your car at the curb and wait by that gas station. After I register, I'll walk over and just give you the high sign. Then I'll enter the room first, opening it up for you."

"Boy, am I ever set for action. You know, the old prong is sticking up there right now just thinking about it."

"If anybody has a thinking cock, you do," she said with a laugh.

"Yes, it really is a thinking cock, until it goes into action. Then it ceases to become a thinking cock and becomes a hungry action cock."

"Tell me all about it," she laughed. "I know plenty about that."

"Yes, I guess you've become accustomed to my cock."

"Oh yes. I'd like to move my husband out and move you in. But don't tell anybody I said that," she laughed.

"That will be our secret."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

"I'll be looking forward to it."

With that I hung up the phone. I was so worked up that I wanted to go into the bathroom and jerk off. But somehow I had to still that urge within me. I wanted to keep those hot juices stored up inside, waiting to ignite the following day in that motel room with gorgeous Lorna.

I was so nervous and excited during the course of the rest of the day that I could hardly even eat, much less do my studies. I plodded on as best I could, but through it all, I kept seeing Lorna's dancing legs twisting and turning while my jet-propelled cock was drilling her.

I didn't get much sleep that night, since I tossed and turned thinking about Lorna, but I still felt a certain freshness when I got up early the next morning and took a long shower.

I cleaned off every crevice of my body, wanting to be as clean and as presentable to Lorna as possible.

I didn't get much out of my classes that day either. I was like a sleepwalking zombie throughout both of them, and I was embarrassed on one occasion when the instructor called on me and I was unable to answer his question, due to the fact that I was daydreaming.

As soon as my last class ended, I walked briskly toward the parking lot, got into my Porsche, and drove toward the Savoy Motel.

I did just as Lorna said, parking and standing by an adjacent gas station, waiting for her to come out of that motel and give me a high sign.

As I stood there waiting nervously, her car pulled into the motel parking lot.

She got out of the car, wearing that disguise of hers. She had on that same blonde wig and the dark glasses, and was walking quickly toward the motel office.

A few minutes later she came back outside, walking toward me. She stood at the edge of the motel parking lot, then nodded. That was the signal that I had been waiting for.

I gave her a few minutes to get inside the motel, then walked through a back alley, coming out behind the motel. I was deliberately going through the back, so that the man in the office would not be--likely to see me.

I knocked on the door once, and Lorna quickly called out to me.

"Come in, honey," she said.

As I opened the door and walked inside the room, closing the door behind me, I could readily see that she was all set for business. She had already gotten off her slacks and blouse, and was now down to her garter belt, her panties, and her bra.

She hadn't been wearing a garter belt on those other two occasions, and it seemed to add a sexy dimension to the whole thing.

She was lying back on the bed, luxuriating in comfort as she looked up at me and smiled.

"Get off your clothes," she exclaimed. "Then I want you to take me on, baby. I want you to use that talented tongue of yours, then your cock."

"Oh, you're going to get every kind of intense action today."

"I expect it, sweetheart. We can do a few things that we didn't even try the other two times."

"I'm all for that."

"I don't want to take a shower right now. I'm too hot. I want to get right into the sex."

"I figured you might feel that way," I laughed. "Just to be on the safe side, I took a shower this morning."

"You cleaned all over?" she smiled.

"I sure did."

"That's a good boy," she chuckled.

Now I was quickly climbing out of my clothes. As I looked at her lying on that bed, the old cock stiffened even more noticeably than before.

She did look damned beautiful, what with those long, lean legs and her jutting breasts.

The longer I looked at her slim, beautiful legs with their scintillating white texture, the more I recognized that she even had better legs than Marna. The only reason I had thought that Mama's were as good at the time was that I was so hot. But now that I had an opportunity to compare and contrast, I could see that Lorna's legs were a little longer, and a little better put together, possessing a certain trimness that Marna's had lacked.

Now I was out of my clothes, and as I tugged down on my shorts, she heaved a sigh of exhilaration as her eyes came into contact with my burning penis.

"Oh, honey, do I like the looks of that," she said. "I love the looks of that cock of yours. I love to play with it. I love to be fucked by it."

"You're going to get a chance to do all of those things today," I told her.

But first I had to finish undressing her, and that was destined to be a beautiful ceremony indeed.

I eased my nude body into bed with her, leaning forward and directing a potent kiss toward her lips.

I watched those gorgeous ruby red lips of hers pucker up, and as my lips pressed fervently against them, I enjoyed the sizzling impact that shot through every current of my hot blazing body.

I was on fire and so was she as our bodies trembled and twisted while our lips remained fervently and passionately locked together.

We kept twisting in that bed, and soon the old bedsprings were jangling even more noticeably than they had in Mama's room the other day.

I finally turned loose of her lips, and as I did so, my fingers seemed to find their way instinctively around her bra straps.

I kept fumbling around, since I was so damned hot that my fingers were shaking like leaves in a wind.

But I stuck with it, however, and finally was successful in removing that bra, which I tossed haphazardly on the floor.

Now I sank my tongue into the shadowy valley which separated her pendulous breasts. I was stroking magnificently, giving everything that I had. As far as I was concerned, there were going to be no preliminary movements. Everything was going to count and I would put every ounce of hot combustible energy into every movement that I put forth.

I kept up that hot tongue stroking for several seconds, after which I moved that tongue over toward her left breast. I went to work fervently on her breast, letting my tongue manipulate with fervent dexterity and skill. I wanted to see to it that I got her hot as physically possible before I began to focus my tongue on her vagina.

I quickly withdrew the tongue, and then reached down and grabbed her garter belt. I enjoyed fooling around with it, and in particular I liked the act of grabbing that strap and snapping it against her legs. I did it several times, and began to chuckle from the hot, brisk contact.

"Listen to those straps slap against those beautiful legs," I said. "I like that."

"All you men are alike when it comes to getting hot and bothered in bed." Lorna laughed. "You're all little boys. You all like very much to do the same things."

"Yes, I'm hypnotized by that hot cock of mine," I admitted.

After I had a little fun with her garter belt, I began to undo it. I wanted to get off those panties, to gain access to that flaming cunt of hers.

"Come on and go after my pussy," she encouraged, her legs quivering noticeably. "I want that tongue of yours to go to work, baby. You've got a nice hot tongue, and you know just how to use it."

I finished undoing the straps, then went to work on her panties, tugging swiftly downward. I meant business and my heart was fluttering rapidly as I worked my fingers downward.

As for my cock, it was just getting out of sight. It was standing on end, long, proud and tall and ready for some immediate contact with this beautiful woman who lay there before me.

I finished removing her panties, letting them drop to the floor. Now I had a shot at that gorgeous cunt of hers, and immediately I let the fingers of my left hand go to work on that mound.

I looked down at those familiar rust-colored pubic hairs, tickling them with my fingers, then probing more deeply toward the inner confines of her mound.

As I fingered her mound, I exclaimed:

"I've got to suck you."

"Oh, I wish you would."

"I like that cute wiggling ass," I told her matter-of-factly. "I want to suck it."

"Oh, let that tongue of yours go to work. I like that. I like getting a nice hot ass suck."

"Then we're in business," I nodded, smiling.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I went right to work, burying my face near her ass-hole between her ass-cheeks.

That hot, flaming tongue of mine, which had been waiting for a moment like this, eagerly accepted the challenge. It went to work with stimulating impact against her hot anus, and as I let it wiggle around that throbbing ass of hers, she rotated those ass-cheeks back and forth.

I yearned to reach out and touch her, so I grabbed her thighs, squeezing them ever so gingerly as I worked that tongue of mine with feverish impact around her ass-hole.

Back and forth I kept up those sizzling movements, and as I did so, I recognized that it wouldn't be long before Lorna would be begging me to go down on that snatch of hers.

"Oh, you're driving me out of my cotton-picking mind," she sighed. "That tongue of yours is just too much, baby. When you work it around my mound, I absolutely go insane. You've just got too much going for you, baby. That tongue of yours is just too much, especially the way you use it. Oh, especially the way you dart it. Oh, eat that hot ass of mine. Suck out my ass, baby, come on and eat it."

My tongue continued to dart vigorously around Lorna's hot anus, and soon I recognized that I would have to start putting it to work on her mound. There was just no other way, what with her body rotating the way that it was. She was demonstrating conclusively just how hot and eager she was for me to suck that snatch of hers.

"Okay, I think that it's time for me to lick your pussy," I smiled, releasing my tongue from her ass-hole.

"Oh yes. I was just about to tell you to switch. I need it, baby! I need that action! Come on and work your tongue."

"Okay, get set for some more beautiful action."

"It's always beautiful with you."

"But I'm so damned horny today."

"I know, it's written all over that hot cock of yours."

"Is it that obvious?"

"That thing looks like a slab of concrete." She laughed.

"Well, you're going to have a slab of concrete in you pretty soon."

"I'm looking forward to it. The stiffer the prick, the better the ride, I always say."

I nodded, then lowered my head, preparing to go back to the sucking.

This time, however, I was setting my sights on that steaming vagina of hers. I was going to tackle that flaming box, put out the fires in it with my hot tongue.

I reached out with both hands, allowing my fingers to run fervently through her hair. I stroked her hair and dropped my head, letting my feverish tongue come into contact with her flaming box.

Back and forth I vigorously thrust my tongue, and as I did so, I suddenly decided to switch my finger movements from her hair down to her breasts.

Now those fingers of mine were making steady impact with her jutting tits, and as they did so, I kept up those vigorous tongue movements.

Back and forth I was driving my tongue in a whirlpool fashion, plunging it vigorously into her hole. I kept up those repeated movements, continuing to step up the pace, working my tongue till it finally reached a blistering level of contact. I was turning loose with everything I had, driving it with incredible speed.

Now Lorna was beginning to moisten a little bit down there, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before she would be shooting a load of hot juices my way.

Hungrily I continued to suck, planning to devour her, planning to eat every solitary drop of hot juice that spilled from out of her pussy into my waiting mouth.

I continued to manipulate those fingers of mine around her breasts and nipples. The longer that I did so, the more frenzied my tongue movements became inside that hot box of hers.

I was letting my blazing tongue generate, enjoying every bit of the torrid action as I literally let myself go, allowing my tongue to enjoy itself with its wild, sweeping cunt movements.

She was reduced now to a series of gasps and sighs, and it was manifestly obvious that she would soon be shooting.

"Just keep on going," she encouraged. "Keep up those movements. There's no way you can improve on them, baby, they're that good. Oh, I can't take much more of this kind of action."

Now my nervous fingers worked their way from her hot breasts down to her hips, which were swaying back and forth in rhythmic appreciation as I sucked out that cunt of hers.

I clutched those hips, which continued to rotate back and forth, and all the while I was bringing her ever closer to a blistering climax.

"Oh, I'm itching all over," she finally gasped.

Several seconds later, Lorna's body quivered more noticeably than ever, and she heaved a louder sigh than I had ever heard her emit.

At that point I was swallowing those delicious droplets of juice that I had so long looked forward to. It was just like the time before, only better. Every time that we got together, we seemed to exceed what we had accomplished during the preceding session.

My tongue was a little on the tired side as I finally released it from her box, having thoroughly enjoyed the delicious desserts of the act.

She had a smile of contentment on her lips, and it made me feel good to know that I was able to satisfy this sexy woman so completely.

"I guess my cock is the next order of business," I told her.

"And a beautiful order of business at that," she nodded, looking at my erect rod.

"Do you want to reach out and touch it."

"Oh yes."

"Go right ahead. Feel free to do with it as you please."

"Oh, fine."

Now she reached out with her right hand, gripping the end of my tool. As Lorna touched the end of it for several seconds, she then began to manipulate those fingers up and down the length of it.

As she was stroking that cock of mine, she reached out with her left hand and began playing with my balls.

I knew that, given that kind of torrid action, I would be on the verge of shooting very quickly. I thoroughly enjoyed what she was doing, and now I would enjoy the brisk finger exercise as a prelude to the act of fucking.

As she continued to toy with my cock and balls, I began thinking about the most erotic kind of fuck I'd enjoyed with her. After all, I had waited for quite some time for this get-together, and I had wanted to fuck with her all during the past week, but since one of her children had been sick, she couldn't make it. But now we were sharing the same bed, and she was pumping all kinds of new life into my cock.

It was incredible. I had been so hard before that I didn't think there was any way for me to feel any more excitement. But where there is a will, there is a way, and the longer that her fingers pumped, the more excited the old cock became.

As she worked on that flaming prick of mine, I kept thinking about how great it would be to do something provocative and completely different from what I had experienced with lovely Lorna in the past.

I kept thinking about that beautiful ass of hers, and I liked the way that it would wiggle whenever I was giving her some brisk activity. It was such a well constructed ass, and I had enjoyed so thoroughly the act of sucking it. I liked it much better than sucking Mama's ass, and I liked in particular the way that she was rotating it. It got me all the hornier.

The more that I thought, the more enticing the prospect became to fuck that ass of hers.

Sodomy was something a lot of chicks wouldn't even consider. Just to suggest it would be to invite a quick slap in the face. In the case of Lorna, however, I felt that a different set of circumstances might apply. After all, she was the most uninhibited woman that I'd ever met. She didn't have all those damned blasted hang-ups that most of the broads that I knew had. Yes, even the ones that had the reputation of being swingers often disappointed me in the clutch. When it came to getting down to brass tacks and throwing away all the hang-ups, they just didn't have it. A lot of them were like Marna. They'd let you go down on their pussy and they would jerk you off and leave things at that.

Well, this chick Lorna was different, and with that knowledge, I figured that maybe she would let me fuck that ass of hers.

For the moment, however, I would continue to lie back and enjoy those fervent finger movements that she kept putting forth on my cock.

She really had me steamed up, particularly when she would reach down there and tickle my balls.

"Oh, such cute balls," she laughed girlishly. "I really love touching them, baby. It's so great to throw away all my cares and fuck with you. It's the most fun I've had in the whole week. Oh, have I ever been looking forward to this, and am I ever enjoying it."

I figured that the smart thing for me to do was just to lie back there and let her get her kicks working on that cock of mine. Then about the time that she wanted to make a suggestion as to where the action should pick up from there, I would come forward with my own little idea. It was a bombshell, and I figured she was about ready to accept something like that.

I knew one damned thing for sure, the chick was sure horny for me. That was obvious from the way those fingers of hers kept on pumping away with such fervent dispatch over my blazing stick.

"Oh yes, I love touching them," she said. "It's a part of you, and that's what makes it so great, so intimate to touch your cock and balls. I love getting you agitated this way."

As she continued working her fingers, I began to feel the emotional intensity accelerating within me.

Now my whole body was beginning to quiver, and I could feel that hot itchiness that always surfaced in my cock and balls not long before I would be shooting my trigger.

She was enough to trigger anyone, with those flaming finger movements of hers, and the longer she kept them up, the more I recognized that this time I would have to give her the wildest possible fuck imaginable.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Now that prick of mine was determined to make its way inside Lorna's hot ass-hole.

I got her excited anew with some hot tongue kissing, after which I released my tongue from her mouth and looked down at her.

"Baby, I need you," I said. "I need you bad, real bad."

"Plunge that cock of yours into my cunt," she exclaimed.

"Oh, no, I want it to be a little different this time.""

"What's that?"

"I want inside your ass-hole. I want to plunge that pecker in there. It's such a hot ass. I love it."

"Oh, that's so damned bold. I've never fucked that way before."

"But you've been so beautiful every other way. You've let yourself go, and you've been just beautiful. Come on and let me do it. I need it."

"I don't really like the thought of it."

"No, maybe not, but you're sure going to like it when I do it."

"I'm not so sure."

"Let me finger fuck you and give you just a sample of what you're going to get."

At that point I reached out with my right index finger, probing skillfully with it as I let it enter inside her ass.

With resolute precision and skill, I plunged it higher and deeper inside her hot ass-hole. It felt fantastic to plug her with that hot finger of mine, and I kept on letting it slide ever deeper inside her hot ass.

I knew she would be reacting quickly, and soon she did, twisting that body of hers back and forth as I kept on delivering those hot finger stabs inside her ass-hole.

As those hot legs of hers began to quiver, I reached out with my left hand and ran my fingers over her tits. I toyed with her hot breasts, continuing to probe with my fingers inside that blazing ass-hole.

Back and forth I was keeping up the finger activity, probing all the way into her rectum. I drove that finger skillfully, pursuing her with passionate skill.

"Oh, finger fuck me," she exclaimed. "Run that finger in my hot ass. Come on and probe, baby. I love that. Oh, keep the finger working." Now I knew that I was successfully softening her up. It was just a question of applying my finger a little longer, after which I decided she would be eager at the prospect of me switching from finger to cock activity. I would really plunge that prick of mine inside her, making her happy that she had consented to such a fuck. For the moment, however, I was concentrating on those finger efforts, stabbing high and hard with that finger as I drove it into her rectum.

I really loved probing with it, and it made me feel all the happier about my prospects of plunging my sizzling pecker into her and shooting off my stored-up juices, which were poised and ready to do the job.

Lorna was enjoying the stabbing finger movements in her ass-hole and she enjoyed every solitary bit of the action. Now she was losing herself in a sea of passionate ecstasy.

"Oh, do anything you want," she finally exclaimed. "I'll go all the way with you, honey. If they had asked me if I would let anybody fuck my ass, I would have said no. But with you it's a different story. Yes, you can fuck it. You can fuck my ass. Oh yes, baby. Anybody who can plunge that finger as high and deep as you do, anybody who can give me such hot rectum action deserves to be able to fuck me. Yes, baby, you can fuck me there."

It made me happy to see that Lorna was willing to go along with me, and now I swiftly removed my finger from her hot anus.

It was time for me now to plunge that pecker of mine inside her, and I reached out with my right hand, jerking up and down on it several times for good luck.

"Okay, get set," I grinned.

I reached out with the fingers of my right hand, dipping into her pussy welli I wanted to remove some of the juice, which I would then quickly insert into her hot anus.

I worked the juices into her ass-hole, lubricating her eagerly, then prepared to shove my searing pecker high and deep into her hot anus.

"Oh, what a fuck I'm going to give you," I told her. "Just wait until you start feeling those hot sensations."

"I found out how great it is to get it up the ass from those finger movements you were giving me."

"But you're going to like the cock even better."

"You might be right. I hear it hurts."

"Oh, you're going to hurt a little. Especially in the beginning. But you're also going to like it.

It's going to be the kind of pain that you're going to revel in."

"Is that so? I don't usually like things that hurt me."

"But you've never been fucked in the ass-hole, have you."

"No, I haven't."

"Then you'll just have to reserve judgment until I've shoved that hot prick of mine in there."

"Okay, then show me. I'm from Missouri."

"Get set, baby, I'm not only going to show you, I'm going to give you the best sensations you've ever had."

"That sounds delightful."

"Just wait and see."

Now I was running my fingers around her buttocks, cupping them eagerly. I reached out and finally grabbed her legs, pulling them upward and allowing them to come to rest against my shoulders.

"Oh, I've got the perfect angle," I smiled, looking down at that hot, delectable anus. "Now I'm really going to start plunging."

"Drive it in me, baby."

"Don't you worry."

I heaved a loud gasp, then thrust that prick of mine forward, allowing it to enter inside her hot ass-hole.

With that first vigorous plunge, she let out a little bit of a painful sob.

"Oh, it hurts," she exclaimed.

"Just stay with it. You're going to get the ride of your life. I guarantee it."

Lorna was remaining quiet, but I felt from the manner in which she was grimacing that she was feeling stabbing pains from those diligent strokes that I was putting forward.

It didn't worry me one bit, however, since I was confident that once she became accustomed to my hot, stabbing fucks, she would enjoy ass fucking every bit as much as she had everything else that we had done. As a matter-of-fact, I had a feeling that she might enjoy it even more.

So as my prick continued to penetrate ever deeper inside her ass-hole, I worked my fingers around her buttocks.

Now she was beginning to rotate her ass-cheeks a little. I could see that gradually she was becoming acclimated to those searing stabs.

"Oh, that I like," she said. "It still hurts, but yet it feels good. You're right, baby. Oh, I love feeling that hot manliness of yours in me. I love that big dagger of yours plunging in there. It's so solid, so hard. It is like a slab of concrete, but a beautifully constructed bit of concrete. Keep plunging it into me, baby. Keep sliding that thing high in my ass. Oh, I love it."

Back and forth I continued to thrust my prick into her. The longer that I kept it up, the better that she liked it. I had a feeling that she was e type of erotic woman who would enjoy it every which way, and the longer that I kept putting my cock deep inside her ass-hole, the better that she liked it.

Now I was drilling with everything that I had, gritting my teeth as I moved that much closer to climax. I had had the juices stored up for so long, and now I was getting set to explode some of them.

"What a tight ass," I sighed. "I love plunging my prick into it."

All the while I kept on spiritedly plunging that thing inside her, sending that searing pecker as deep into her as it would go.

I was fucking her rectum like hell, and Lorna was now enjoying every bit of it. Now she was exhibiting the same signs of hungry ecstasy that she had manifested when I had been fucking her cunt.

"Just keep thrusting," she said. "You're so fast, baby. Oh, are you fast. You're so good. Just keep up that fervent action. Don't let up for one solitary second. This is just too much, baby. Your fuck is too much. Oh, that hot ass of mine can't take much more of this. Oh, honey, you just keep thrusting. Don't let up for one second. Oh, do I enjoy this."

With burning zeal I moved into the final few strokes. I kept up the superb, blistering pace, driving that hammer-like prick of mine as deep into her ass-hole as I could penetrate.

I was maneuvering my cock sharply, plunging it in with every ounce of ferocity that I possessed, drilling her hard, as I came close to exploding those juices.

Now I realized that I needed to collide with her tongue, so I moved my head downward, permitting my flaming tongue to work its way inside her mouth.

Back and forth I was letting my tongue slide against hers, and as I did so, I kept up that hot stroking.

A few hot stabs later, I felt the first few droplets of cum shooting out of the end of my organ.

My whole body began to rock and I plunged that prick of mine forward one last time with searing earnestness. Now it was in her all the way, high into her ass-hole, as the droplets of white juice continued to voluminously spurt out of my cock and into her ass-hole.

"Oh, so good, so good," she sighed after I released my cock from her.

It made me feel good to know that I had made a convert out of her. Now she would let me perform sodomy on her again, and I knew that I was more than eager to meet the challenge. With a hot ass like that around, I couldn't help but want to fuck it.

I certainly wasn't through for that day, however. I removed my prick from her ass-hole, then got up from the bed, walking into the bathroom. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Just cleaning this cock of mine off," I replied.

I walked over toward the sink, reaching out and grabbing a bar of soap, which I applied to my prick. I soaped down the prick, then rinsed it off with warm water in the sink. I then toweled it off, walking back to the other room.

As I slid into bed once more, I stroked up and down on my penis, happy that it would be shooting some more juices soon.

"Now I want you to go down on me," I smiled. "You can show your appreciation for that last beautiful fuck by sucking my cock."

"You know, that ass of mine is still burning." She laughed. "But I loved every bit of it. What a hot, manly dick you've got. You really drove it up my ass."

"Of course I did. You know, that's really the mark of the erotic person. Somebody who--likes j to plunge it up somebody's ass."

"How about when a person--likes to receive it?"

"That shows they're erotic too. I knew you would love it."

"I'm really happy that I got the chance to be J fucked that way."

"Reach out there and start sucking my cock.

You don't even need to work the fingers around it. I don't need that. I need to go off again, and fast."

"Damned, but you are horny today."

"I've been saving myself for you, baby."

"Then maybe it was a good thing I didn't fuck you last week," she laughed. "This gave you time to stew in your juices a little. And then those juices really started to spill, didn't they? You're so hot now."

"Oh yes, but don't talk about it anymore. Come on, it's torture just sitting here with a hard-on. Come on and start sucking."

"Oh, baby."

With that, Lorna buried her head between my legs. As I sat sprawled out on my ass-cheeks, she gave my balls the once-over with her hot tongue.

She set a scorching pace and after turning her tongue loose on my testicles for a few minutes, I realized that I needed her to go down on my cock.

"Come on and suck my cock," I called out. "Come on and work your tongue, baby. Oh, I really want it. I need it from you right now. I'm going to spurt juice, and spurt it fast."

Realizing from my urgency just how badly I needed it, she reached out and began tickling my balls with the fingers of one hand as she worked her tongue over the tip of my cock.

Up and down that head of hers bobbed, and as it did so, she worked her tongue frantically over my hot dick.

Now she was bobbing it up and down, providing me with hot, graceful movements.

I reached out and ran my fingers softly through her beautiful hair as she kept up those enthusiastic movements, driving her tongue at a speedy clip as she sucked to her heart's content.

Now I could feel the pressure throughout my body. It was building rapidly, and soon I would be unleashing my juices in her mouth.

I was anxiously awaiting that big moment and was looking forward to seeing her go after the spurting white pecker droplets.

A few strokes later, I was unable to withhold my hot load.

My whole body began to rock, and as it did so, the juices began to spill out of the end of my pecker.

"Eat it, eat every drop," I whispered, continuing to run my fingers soothingly through her hair.

I was more proud of her than ever as I watched her gobble up every drop of my hot load.

She attacked it like a woman possessed. She had only one object, that of eating every drop of my searing load.

It was a fuck to end all fucks.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

It's funny how, after things had been going along beautifully, a shattering experience can hit, something that completely changes things.

That was the thought that was running through my mind as I observed the familiar parked car sitting outside our motel room as I made my exit.

The face of the person sitting behind the steering wheel was even more familiar. It was dear, old, sweet Mother, who was always so concerned about what I was doing.

"Come over here, Eddy," she called out to me harshly.

I walked stiffly toward her, my knees knocking in the process.

"Hi, Mom, what are you doing here?" I asked her nervously.

"I should ask you the same question, except that I know," she replied. "It's absolutely disgusting. I saw you out of the corner of my eye having a conversation with Lorna the other day after church. I could just tell from your eye expressions that something was wrong. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I was very suspicious. So I decided to do a little checking up on you this week. And I'm so glad that I did."

"Oh, Mom, it isn't what you think," I tried to lie my way out of it.

But I realized I wasn't--likely to succeed.

"You get in that car and wait," she snapped. "I want to talk to Lorna."

"Don't say anything to her," I protested. "Besides, I'm not a little kid anymore. Don't tell me to get inside the car."

"If you're concerned about Lorna, you'll do what I say," Mom said, getting up and exiting the car, closing the door behind her. "I can expose that woman, and don't think I won't, if you push me."

"Oh no, don't do that," I protested.

"Get in that car."

I got inside the car, sitting down. I felt like about two inches tall as I watched my mother storm toward that motel room, opening the door and walking in.

I flinched a little in anticipation of loud voices. I was afraid that Mom would really blow her stack with Lorna. Much to my surprise, though, I didn't hear any voices at all. If Mom was talking to her, she was being very quiet about it all.

A few minutes later, Mom left the room, walking back to the car in a lot calmer frame of mind than she had been in previously.

She got inside the car and started it up.

"That's all taken care of," she said calmly. "Lorna and I reached a little bit of an understanding. The nerve of her, disguise and all. That blonde wig was absolutely incredible. I just told her that if she knows what's good for her, that she'll stop trying to seduce my young son."

"But I can take care of myself," I told her.

"You need contacts with girls of your own age. Anyway, if you're concerned about that woman, you won't do anything more in the future than say hello to her. She's got the message. I won't say a word to anyone about any of this, provided that she leaves you alone. She won't be calling you again."

As we drove out of that parking lot, my heart sank. It was all over. Now I would have to go back to starting from scratch, trying to understand the weird psyches of the young chicks at school.

Even in retrospect, however, I couldn't help but think that it was great fun while it lasted. And I'd known from the very beginning that it couldn't last forever.

THE END
Mother's Working Tongue ....(69k)    by Connie Litka




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