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 I wait for you with anticipation on the couch closest to the door, unable
to focus on the TV, staring wide-eyed at the balcony and the trees beyond.
Our third rendezvous and I am completely hooked.  Excited to such a degree
I can barely stay inside my own skin.  I feel that parts of my body could
fly off at any moment--- I am a seething maelstrom of desire and
impatience. I barely believe that the tall, strong, younger man who had
inspired and pulled such passion from me twice before was about to arrive.

   Even though I know you are coming over, and soon, I jump when you rap at
the door.  Heart racing, I timidly approach and turn the lock.  Your hand
is on the doorknob.  You forcefully, quickly open the door.  I have to
retreat a step but you are already coming in after me.  I smile, I gasp,
amazed at your intensity.  I am about to speak but you bend down your head
to inhale me.  Your lips overtake mine.  One hand circles under my jaw, a
light yet firm vice.  I take in a deep life-breath full of surprise,
pleasure, and you.  Then I circle my arms around your neck and my fingers
grasp and pull at your hair in order to cling to something, to anchor
myself somehow, to ride this storm that has blown through my door.

   The door swings back with a bang as you march me backwards up against
the wall, hand still lightly threatening under my jaw at the top of my
exposed, uplifted throat.  We kiss deeply and passionately, our tongues
playing, searching.  Your other hand braces against the wall and you
release the subtle vice grip.  That hand is now free to wander down and
into my loose silk nightie.  I know what you want: you have to feel the
hard, erect nipples between your fingertips that have been rubbing against
your chest, to twist my nipples playfully and masterfully.  Already you
have highly praised my nipple erections.  As I moan with rapture I sense
your deepening desire.  The power of knowing you can trigger such obvious
desire in a woman makes you even more intense.  The last nipple twist is
painful and I cannot contain my "Ouch!" I am confused by my compulsion to
bite you and bite you hard in your broad shoulder.  I just manage to
control the urge, wondering if I will be able to control it next time?  I
am afraid you will hit me back too hard if I act on my knee-jerk biting
reaction.  Such a big, powerful man.

   So tall, it is easy for you to hoist me up by the hips and push your
body against mine and hold me there against the wall.  I take in a quick
breath, a pre-orgasmic sort of sigh, feeling your hard cock beneath your
jeans rub against my yearning clit.  You smile and tell me I am a good girl
to be ready for you---no panties.  We nip one another's lips and tongues
lightly, then stop, staring at each other, panting.  How can we fit
together so well, you so tall, me so small?

   With a roguish smile you hold up two waggling fingers and made a large
exaggerated gesture, circling down to probe me.

   "Wet already", you murmur in a way that is both confirming and
dictating. A determination lights your face and you sweep me up in your
long muscular arms.  "Now you're really ready for me."

   You do not take me to the couch.  You do not take me up the stairs to my
bedroom.  You do not take me to the large, empty living room floor or the
dining table.  I am confused to find myself whisked into the kitchen and my
ass placed right on the edge of the counter at the corner.  You smile
twistedly at my quizzical look.  I am certain I look just as I feel, like a
babe lost in the woods.  You tell me to take off my nightie and I obey,
feeling self conscious as my large heaving tits bounce when I throw the
crumpled thing to the floor.  You playfully take a slow, long lick of one
of my very large, very hard, tower-like nipples.  You lean towards me,
hands planted on the counter on either side of me.

   "Baby, spread your legs for me."

   I blink, confused.  Daylight streams into the kitchen through the other
entrance.

   "Like this." You place one of my legs along the edge of one counter
edge, and my other leg at a 45 degree angle to it along the other counter
edge.  "Like this?" I ask, and lean back a little on my hands, elbows bent.
You take a few steps back and look at me and my gaping centre, assessing me
like a connoisseur.  "Beautiful" you whisper.  Are you going to get close
and examine my pussy in the bright light?  "Scootch your ass a bit forward
now," you say.  "Good."

   I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, but I trust you.  You love what you
see and feel, I sense it.  Even so I feel shy.  You get on your knees and
part my labia carefully with your fingertips, then nestle the tip of your
nose at the top of my clit.  Next comes your tongue, the tongue I will come
to covet and appreciate like no other.  I feel you bring wetness from the
back of your throat to your tongue and transfer it to my already wet
vagina. You lick and flick and play with me, I can't help but start to move
my vagina into your face, anticipating your rhythm.  There is no time, no
place, nothing else.  An eternal now full of pleasure.  I want my legs to
spread even wider, I want to be bigger and fuller and wetter for you.  I
bend my knees up and stretch my legs as wide as I can, my head arching
backwards.

   But others come to play with me, not just your tongue.  One playful
finger, then two.  Playing me like an instrument, exploring the length of
my clit, rubbing lightly back and forth and around at the top, sending me
into paroxysms of joy.  I laugh aloud.  Then your skilful fingers finally,
finally get down to my expectant hole and inside me, sliding through and
spreading the wetness, making me add to it.  First a single finger.  Then
two.  You experiment further, a third finger comes in.  Then a fourth.  You
wonder aloud if you can fist me, tiny little thing that I am.  You get all
of your fingers back inside me again, clearly impressed with both of us,
and seem to pull at some wall inside me.  You feel so high inside me, how
is it possible to enter me so far?  You pull and pull.  I am a little
scared.  A burning sensation shoots down my right leg to my toes, and my
nipples and vagina burn.  Then a release.

   I hear a splash on the floor and you rise.  Your head is all wet and I
am mortified---what have I done to you, shouldn't you be angry?  You beam,
raising wet hands to cup my cheeks.

   "Baby you came all over me!" you declare.  Later you tell me that it was
a g spot orgasm.  I thought the g spot orgasm was a myth.  We kiss fiercely
and quickly.  I fumble with your belt and you step back with an evil grin
and take your time unbuckling your belt, unsnapping your snap, leisurely
unzipping your fly.  You know I am about to explode with impatience.  I
jump off the counter.  "Now!" I demand, wondering whose voice I stole as I
thought myself incapable of speech.

   "Patience" you say as you place me back on the counter, back in my
corner.  I let you put me back but lower my head, seething, panting, biting
my lip.  You rub your rock-hard, huge cock against me, move side to side,
spread my wetness all over your head.  You tease me by slightly poking your
head inside me, then withdrawing.  When I go to grab your pulsing cock to
put you completely inside me, incredulous that something so large and so
hard fits so well inside me, you bat away my hand.  I am frustrated beyond
words, and see your delight in teasing me, in asserting your power.  You
are wise not to take it too far---you tell me to come to the couch and
stand me beside it.  You bend me over the arm of the couch and grab my hair
in one fist.  I grab a large cushion to pull myself back up a bit and
relieve some pressure on the roots of my hair, then spread my legs
slightly. I feel my nipples against the cushion.  One of my hands strays to
play with and pull and rub my nipples, so I arch my upper back slightly. 
You let go of my hair and put your hands on my ass cheeks.  I feel you lean
back and survey me from this different angle.

   "You're so hot."

   I want to scream "I'm so horny!" but no words escape, I just writhe,
pulsing my hips up and down, side to side, then in circles, inviting you to
completely fill my warmth and wetness.  I really am beyond words now.  Just
do me, do me, do me, I chant inside my head, reciting my new prayer.  You
part my buttocks wide and gasp.  You take some of my wetness and smear it
on and around and just slightly into my asshole.

   Finally finally finally you enter my vagina.  Slow and determinedly you
get the head in first.  I still need to widen myself for you---how I love
that wider entry of the head, then passing over and swallowing it.  A first
wave of super-excitement rocks my entire body.  I push back against you
harder and harder, rising up from the couch slightly.  You lick your finger
then start to probe my anus.  I have never been touched there before and
turn my head to question you with my eyes.  My hair is all over my face, I
see you vaguely through it, but you assure me with a kiss in the air and a
slow batting of your eyes that says 'I'll be slow, I'll be gentle'.  I am
tense but force myself to relax, enjoying the double sensation.  I have
stopped touching my breasts: I am focussed on your cock thrusts and
fingers' anal explorations.  l feel my breasts slap against the cushion so
there is no need to touch them anymore.  Every once in a while you thrust
so forcefully that the couch moves and I have to move my feet forward so I
don't fall.

   I feel the urge to lift a leg up, I always want to go wider for you.  I
also lift my torso.  You see my swinging tits and grab at them, making me
gasp and moan.  I love having my tits squeezed, licked, sucked, rubbed. 
You squeeze my tits then rub each nipple between a thumb and finger, and
tell me to suck a nipple.  I bow my head down and suck dutifully, licking
at your fingers.  You reach down to finger my clit and I start to cum,
making deep sounds I have never heard myself make before, animalistic
groans and grunts.  I slump down face first into the couch sighing, and the
sight of my ass gets you excited.  You thrust hard hard hard and groan long
and low, releasing inside me, then pull your cock out and cum on my back,
laying your cock against the crack of my ass as you finish.  You giggle,
then I giggle feeling your juices.  We are spent.

   But I am not done.  I still crave you, I still need you inside me.  I
roll over on my back, sit up and pull you towards me on the couch.  You
protest that you came already, but I see your still-hard, wet cock.  I wrap
both my hands around your erect manhood so you can feel it too.  I murmur
it's fine, I'll just ride you.  I lie you down, angled on the large
cushion, and crouch beside you and take your head in my mouth.  You quiver,
overly-sensitive, and tell me to be careful.  I look up at you and slowly
circle your head with my tongue as I hold the shaft of your rod with my
hands.  I very slowly pull my hands slightly up and down.

   I stand up and straddle you, one knee bent and foot on the couch nestled
beside your chest, the other foot planted on the floor for leverage.  I
suck on one of your nipples, unsure if you'll accept it, these are still
early days, but you let me.  As I envelope your firm pillar I take a deep
inward breath, amazed at your girth and hardness.  We are both so
lubricated.  You also marvel at remaining hard after cumming.  I gently
ride you, aware of your sensitivity and exhaustion.  I'm tired too, but
there is this burning need I must satiate.  A floodgate has opened and I
keep riding the wave.  You've worked hard for me, and I appreciate it, but
I ask you for one more thing.

   "Suck my tits", I implore.  You oblige.  You don't complain, you just do
it.  Grateful, I grab a pillow to put under your head and you playfully
smack me in the face with it; I kiss you hard and force the pillow beneath
your neck.  I thrust my breasts into your face again and put your hand on
my left breast to play with my nipple.  I know you are done and I love the
work you are doing for me even more.  I ride and ride you steadily, all the
time absurdly thinking 'I am riding a magnificent stallion, riding him,
riding him, and he's sucking my tits', letting myself feel all of the
various sensations and my own power.  I sense the wave of another orgasm
flow through me and I collapse on top of you sweating, panting, satiated.

   And without knowing it at the time, I have had a glimmer of what's next:
anal sex.  Something I never anticipated doing, let alone wanting to do. 
Another thing I don't know yet, but suspect, is that I would do anything
with you, for you.

   There will be another time.  We work too well together not to try more,
and more.