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teddibear@mindspring.com.  Copyright 1998, R. B. Morton II and C. L. Braxton,
all rights reserved.

Disclaimer

For those individual not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on
you!  For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I can say is
caveat emptor... you have been warned.  The usual statements about bearing any
resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply
here.

Genesis, An On-line Romance

Ron's Story

When I placed the personal ad with the online service I was using, I pretty much
did it just to see it anyone was going to answer it.  Besides, the service was
waiving the $2 fee!  I got a couple of early responses, which turned out to be
duds.  However, I was pleased someone had bothered answering.

The first serious answer I got was from a woman named Nikki.  We would have
really interesting E-mail and phone conversations - but I knew nothing would
come of it for I live on the East Coast and her on the West.

One evening, I logged onto the service and saw I had mail.  Thinking it was
another message from Nikki (things were really starting to get 'ugly' with our
online romance), I was surprised to find a message tagged with an ID I didn't
recognize.  After reading the message, I became quite intrigued with the
sender's frankness, so I answered it, not really expecting to get an answer.

Well, to make a very long story a bit shorter, I did get an answer.  Lynn and I
spent a considerable amount of time exchanging E-mail, talking in private chat
rooms, and talking on the phone.  Found she was a year younger than I, divorced,
and not looking to get involved with anyone in a relationship (her last
relationship with a guy lasted eight years and really didn't turn out as
expected).

That was cool as far as I was concerned because my wife had just walked out on
me and being bothered with a serious relationship was the last thing on my mind.
Still, I have to admit being very taken with Lynn during this time; as I said a
little earlier, she came across bold, brash, frank, and unashamedly honest and
open.  Even in those early days, she'd answer any question put to her with an
honesty I'd forgotten existed in the world.

One of the things I found out about her early on was she had a deliciously
filthy mind.  Once, she invited me to have cybersex with her.  Now, I usually
made it a habit not to engage in such an activity, if for no other reason than
it was completely pointless.  I'd observe cybersex taking place online and found
the participants really lacking in creativity and originality, often weaving
impossible acts of pleasure which would defy imagination.

I had a feeling, though, this would be different.  So, we 'got it on'.

One of the things about having sex in this manner is, in my opinion, it's so
impersonal.  It also requires a great deal of imagination - which I have plenty
of, don't get me wrong - but I've always found it difficult to engage in
cybersex because of how I go about making love.

However, this was quite interesting, to say the least!  I won't bore you with
the details, but after a few minutes, I had my cock out, going for what I know
as Lynn and I seduced each other in cyberspace.

Some of our conversations got really intense, as we exchanged philosophies on
life and I found myself very attracted to Lynn, painting a mental picture of
this interesting person who, at this point, I'd never laid eyes on.  Found out
she was just as passionate as I am about living and loving and it wasn't long
before I found myself falling in love with her.

Falling in love?  You may be asking how such a thing could even be possible.
However, to this point, you don't know the type of person I am.  If anything I
am perceptive and, over the years, I've learned to trust my instincts - and my
instincts told me that her honesty and openness were enough to do it for me.  I
remember telling her that if she wasn't careful, I'd fall in love with her, but
I don't know if she believed me or not at the time.  Still, I knew how I felt.

In the last set of messages before I actually met her, we got talking about
fixing her computer's CD drive; apparently, it wasn't working properly.
Directions to her place in Maryland were given and a date was set for me to come
down and fix the problem, if possible.  Then the strangest thing happened.

Lynn made it a point to lay out a set of 'rules' for coming to her home, telling
me that no man of hers could come into her home without first giving her a big
kiss and a hug, locking the door and taking his clothes off.  I thought it kinda
strange, but didn't really think much of it.

Until I had a chance to rethink what she had said.  So I asked what I thought
was a simple question: "Does this mean you want me to be your man?"

To which she said, "No - that's not what I said."

Now I'm confused.  "But, you said . . . "

Lynn replied, "I know what I said."

I started to debate the point, but decided against it.  We talked about the
computer problem some more before Lynn made it a point to tell me that she might
not be able to behave herself when I arrived.  She also told me she'd ravage me
if given the chance.

During the time I waited to make my service call, I had visions of making love
with this woman, often spending my time at home masturbating to my imagined
vision of her (even though Lynn had described herself to me).  The day before I
journeyed to her home, I jerked off four or five times (a new personal record)
in a row.  Part of me believed every word she ever said about what she'd do to
me sexually when she saw me and part of me didn't.  In my experiences, getting
laid the very first time you met someone didn't happen very often.  Finally, to
save the wear and tear on my mind - as well as my cock - I put the matter to
rest, resolving not to worry about it until I had a reason to.

Finally, the 'big day' arrives and I'm sitting at work, nervously counting off
the hours and going over the route to Lynn repeatedly.  Even though I tried to
focus only on the repair job at hand - CD drives can be very fussy for a number
of reasons, my mind kept going back to her house rules and her 'promise' to make
love to me.

Somehow, I make it through my workday.  Gathering up some PC tools I figured I
would need, I headed home to get a couple more things before heading south on
I-95.  Since I've never been to this particular part of Maryland before (it's on
the way to Washington), my mind was focused on not getting lost and paying
attention to the traffic.  Reaching Baltimore, I knew she lived somewhere
between B'more and DC, so I really started paying attention.

Finally, I see the exit I'm supposed to take (almost missed it by being in the
wrong lane), homing in on the next landmark, the University of Maryland.  As I
turned onto the East-West Highway, I felt anxious even though (at that moment) I
had no idea why.  My anxiety increased as I followed Lynn's directions,
congratulating myself on being able to find each change of direction while
giving her big props for providing me with such an accurate set of directions.

I stopped at a gas station to refuel.  I really didn't have any idea how far
away she was when I began my trip, but I was prepared for tolls and stuff.
Also, I didn't know that while sitting at that station, I was only five minutes
away.  However, I did notice I was really getting jumpy, my hands sweating a
great deal more than they usually do.  Talk about having butterflies in your
stomach!  I felt as if I had an entire colony of Monarchs doing extended flight
exercises!

Fully gassed up, I go down about a half mile, making the next to last right
turn.  I know I'm close because there was the big tank owned by the local gas
and electric company Lynn told me to look for.  A final right turn, leaving only
one left to make - and I took the wrong one!  Feeling pretty stupid, I get
turned around and take the second left.  Lynn had described her car to me and I
parked next to it, shutting down the engine and making sure the doors were all
locked in preparation to go inside.

Yet I sat there, as nervous as hell.  Again, part of me was thinking about her
plans for me.  Telling myself I was being silly, I gather up my stuff and get
out of the car.  Into the building, up the stairs and, voila, there's her door.

Oh, Lord!  My whole body is shaking and my hands feel like they're underwater!
Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door, the anticipation of my first look at
Lynn slamming into me so hard I thought I was going to piss myself.  I hear
someone coming to the door and think, "This is it!"

An aside, if it pleases you.  I'm not a superficial person, preferring to judge
a person on who/what they are rather than what they look like.  Lynn had told me
she had big tits and considered herself to be a Big Beautiful Woman - my type of
woman!  Still, her self-portrait didn't do the real thing any justice at all, as
far as I was concerned.

The door opens and there she is, dressed in a flowing, colorful caftan, which
fit her just right.  The scent of her perfume (I later found out it's Georgio's
Red) greets me and, to my horror, I get an instant erection.

"You must be Ron!  Come on in!"

I was complete bent out of shape.  Not only was Lynn a great deal lovelier than
she said, but I was at full arousal.  Not really trusting my legs, I stepped
inside.  As I moved past her, I remember Rule #1, so after waiting for her to
close and lock the door, I went back to her, certain of the stupid look on my
face.  I wanted to say something special, couldn't think of one damned thing,
and just said, "Hi."  Stepping closer to her (her perfume was driving me
insane), I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.

When our lips met, I almost melted right on the spot!  I could have just held
onto her forever - and would have had I not remembered the still-raging hard on
I had.  Now I'm really embarrassed - there's no way for her to have not noticed
it.

Lynn looks at me and asks, "What was that for?"

Duh.  It took me a couple of seconds, but I finally answered her.

"Well, you did tell me that the first thing I had to do was give you a hug and a
kiss... didn't you?"

She gave me the strangest look before smiling and replying, "Yes, I did.  Well,
come on in and make yourself at home."

My hormones are doing about Warp Nine as I take a seat on the sofa; Lynn took up
a spot at the other end.  Even though I am normally a complete gentleman,
something inside of me just leaped off the deep end.  I looked at Lynn and said,
"Well?  Come on over here."  Without hesitation, she moves next to me and I
proceed to place her head in my lap and, locking my lips onto hers, kissing her
deeply.

Sweet Jesus, her lips were so soft!  Our tongues were doing their version of a
feeling out process when I momentarily came to my senses, remembering why I was
here in the first place.  Plus, I had completely forgotten about my friend, who
was dutifully making a tent in my pants.

"Uh, I guess I'd better see about the computer, huh?"

Lynn looked up at me, smiled, and said, "I suppose so."  Getting up (I really
didn't want her to, believe me), she said, "Come on, I'll show you where the
computer is."

I follow her into a room she'd set up to hold her computer equipment.  After
showing me where everything was, I set to the task at hand while Lynn sat on the
daybed behind me.  For some reason I still don't understand, I wound up taking
my shirt off, noticing that the armpits of my T-shirt were completely soaked
despite using a very effective antiperspirant.  I felt stiff and a little
uncomfortable and I suppose she noticed it, because she offered to rub my neck
and shoulders for me.

As she began to massage me, I started to relax.  Well, part of me was relaxed
anyway.  I found it increasingly hard to concentrate on finding the computer
problem and said something like, "If you keep doing that, I'm not going to get
this thing fixed."

So she stopped, returning to her seat on the daybed.  Christ, I must have farted
around with the computer for a few more minutes, frustrated that I couldn't
figure out why the CD drive wasn't working.  I stood up and, for the life of me,
I just don't remember exactly what I did or said next.  I remember stretching,
making my erection that much more noticeable while noticing the very large wet
spot on my pants.  As I stretched, my cock escaped the waistband of my
underwear, smearing a generous dollop of pre-cum all over my navel and stomach.
I was standing in front of Lynn, telling her I couldn't figure out what was
wrong with the drive.

I remember taking her by the hands and helping her to stand, before embracing
her again. I just had to feel her against me as well as to sample those
incredibly soft lips.  We kissed passionately, all the while, a part of me was
yelling something about promising to behave myself.  We broke our kiss (promise?
What promise?)  Then she said something about 'examining the merchandise,' and
went on to unfasten my pants.

All I could do was stand there, looking stupid, as she unzipped me.  My cock was
protruding a full inch or more out of the waistband and, for a brief moment, I
was mortified beyond anything I've ever experienced before.  Lynn pulled my
briefs down, completely freeing me.  Taking it in her hand, she said, "Well,
hello!"  And covered me with her mouth.

Okay, the truth.  I almost exploded right then and there and (another truth) I
realized I really hadn't believed Lynn when she told me she was going to make
love to me.  However, I must have known the truth because I had stopped at the
drugstore for condoms before I left.

Her lips on me were so...  Jesus, I really can't find the words to describe it.
I must have been oozing a stream of juices into her mouth as she sucked me
gently, cupping my balls with her other hand.  After what seemed to be a couple
of days (it was actually only a few minutes), she lifted her head and looked up
at me, smiling.

"Not bad," she announced.  "Not bad at all."

I was too through, believe me and impressed at her boldness, to say the least.
One bold act deserves another, so, I pulled her caftan over her head, exposing a
very lovely set of lacy undergarments.  Kneeling, I removed her panties, my head
reeling at her intoxicating scent.  As I helped her step out of the panties, I
got a look at the biggest clit I'd ever seen in my life!  My God, that thing had
to be an inch and a half long, if not two!  Ready for surprise number two?  As I
closed my lips on it, I realized it was really that big - and it wasn't even
erect!

Talk about being in heaven?  You have no fucking idea - and that ain't no joke.
Barely able to control myself, I sucked that monster into my mouth, savoring her
musky scent and taste.  Lynn moaned - then squealed (I love that sound), her
knees buckling slightly.  Kneeling in front of her like that was exciting but
hard on my neck.  Combine that with her suddenly unreliable knees, I knew I
wasn't done with her clit, so I laid her down onto the daybed.

Lifting her legs, I took another close up look at her pussy - and especially
that clit.  The head was now fully exposed and the cool, collected part of my
mind estimated her fully erect clitoris to be just over two fucking inches long
and almost a half inch in diameter.  Not that I gave a flying fuck, mind you - I
just had to get my mouth on it again.  I went at her pussy like a starving man,
all attempts at being genteel gone and forgotten as my passion consumed me - and
I consumed her.

Lynn's pussy was dripping juice like crazy as I feasted on her clit; I could
feel them all over my face and running down my chin.  She was cursing softly and
I kept hearing that cute sound she makes, somewhere between and moan and a
squeal, which encouraged me even further.  I felt her clit jerk in my mouth - I
swear it was like sucking a man's cock, that's how large it had grown and she
cried out again.  At the same time, I experienced an orgasm so intense I
actually looked at my cock, expecting to see sperm all over the carpeting, and
finding none.

I stood and stretched out on top of her, kissing those lips again while
massaging her massive breasts.  Did I tell you I'm a 'tittie man?'  I'm not sure
how I did it, but I got that nightgown top off, revealing her large breasts -
and equally large nipples, which just had to have my attention!

As I sucked each one into my mouth, I could feel them growing harder and my
self-control was rapidly leaving me.  I would have done her right there on the
spot - and I wonder why I didn't.  Anyway, we made our way to her bedroom,
leaving a trail of clothing behind us.

Once on her bed, I killed the light (I think it was me) and practically threw
myself into her arms, kissing her.  I remembered her hinting about a spot on her
body that would drive her crazy and I set about finding it.  I trailed my tongue
along her jaw line and up the back of her ear before sucking lightly on her
neck.  Her sharp intake of breath told me I'd found that spot she was talking
about and I lost it, almost coming close to biting her and drawing blood.

Moved down (reluctantly) to her breasts and lavished a great deal of attention
on those huge nipples, licking, sucking and biting them.  Beneath me, Lynn
moaned and thrashed around a bit (apparently, Ron, she likes having her nipples
really chewed on, huh) as I continued my assault on those pendulous globes of
flesh - and I experienced another orgasm.

Okay, I just had to get my face back into her hot pussy; it was if her clit was
calling me and I didn't waste any more time getting there, sucking her fully
into my mouth and laying a blistering attack on the exposed head with my tongue.
Another moan/squeal and Lynn's hips arch up to meet my mouth as I find another
sensitive spot and attack it.  Opening her legs wider and spreading her
juice-drenched cunt lips with my fingers, I plunge my tongue into her pink slit,
which stood out starkly against the darkness of her outer labia.  I had my third
orgasm as my tongue penetrated her, spreading her tight hole wide (or as wide as
I could with my tongue) and I fucked her with my tongue while lapping up all the
juice I could.

I lost track of how long I spent with my head between her legs.  I also lost
track of how many orgasms I had while eating her; I love giving head and here
was the perfect pussy to eat!  I was exhausted and, finally, stopped eating her,
laying back to catch my breath.

A major mistake, believe me.  My head hadn't hit the pillow good before Lynn was
on me, kissing and licking my face.  She latched onto my neck and I lost it, all
control leaving me in an instant.  I cried out, much to her delight, as she
nibbled on my neck.  She reached my ear and she had me screaming; you would have
had to been in the room to know which one of us was the man, because the cries
of pleasure that could obviously be heard were coming from me, not Lynn.

She sucked on my ear, driving my lust and passion way past the point I could
deal with it and I knew I was in trouble.  Lynn had to outweigh me by forty or
fifty pounds (just a guess); as she leaned into me to gain better access to my
ear, I was pinned, unable to escape her assault on me - and I wanted very badly
to get away from this sexual demon!

Lynn went from one ear to the other, making stops along my lips and neck.  Then
she went to work on my nipples, sucking so hard it hurt.  I really thought she'd
bitten one off!  She was relentless while doing something that really freaked me
out.  The woman was, indeed, ravishing my body just as she'd promised - and she
was giggling and laughing while doing it, taking great delight in what was
happening in her bed.

When she finally let my nipples go, I thought I'd have a chance to catch my
breath - wrong answer, fool.  The woman looked at me, grinned, laughed, and dove
face-first onto my cock, sucking it in with long, delicious strokes.  I had
another orgasm and nearly came in her mouth again.  Lynn took me as deep into
her mouth as she could manage over and over and I was insane with lust - and in
tears.  I was being taken apart piece by piece, and there wasn't a damn thing I
could do to prevent it.  I was humiliated because I didn't want her to stop
either.  Pulling myself together just a little, I managed to get her pussy onto
my face, and tried to exact a little revenge, my passion driving me so much I
almost bit her clit right off her body.  I managed to make her back off a little
as I gave her back-to-back orgasms - but I knew I had taken about all I could
take.

As we got untangled, she said that she was impressed with me, also saying that
Martin would have been done a long time ago.  Well, I know why - this woman was
one hellified sexual dynamo - didn't she ever get enough?

I realize, in retrospect, that we've been at this for hours.  I'm numb and just
about at my wit's end.  After another furious bout of pleasing each other
orally, I just gotta cum; I've had God know how many orgasms without ejaculating
and it's high time I got inside that tight hole of hers.  Fumbling around with
the condom, I managed to get it on (I hate the damn things, but we agreed I'd
use one), only to have Lynn plunged my now-covered cock into her mouth,
spermicide and all.  I didn't have time to be shocked at her action because
another orgasm rippled through me, leaving me light headed.  Afterwards, I
position myself between her legs.  Just as I began to enter her, she quietly
asked me to take it easy because she didn't have a lot of room in there.

Yeah, right.

When I slid into her, I almost came immediately.  Velvety soft and vise-tight, I
plunged into Lynn's soaking wet sex, taking personal delight in the big gasp of
breath she took as I spread her wide.  When I hit her cervix, her eyes went
really wide, and her mouth opened, even though nothing came out.  Her face
finally relaxed and a wide, beautific smile spread across her features.  I spent
some time fucking her like this - but I remembered she said her all-time
favorite was to be taken from behind.  Before I got to that, I went through a
few more positions, wanting (for some reason) to let her know I was
knowledgeable of more than just being on top.  Finally, I turned her over onto
her tummy and urged her onto her knees, her ample ass waving invitingly in the
air.

Standing behind her, I plunged into her, using my hands to spread her cute ass
wide so I could watch my cock enter her.  I'm here to tell you, it was an
awesome sight!  As I withdrew, her not-so-tight sheath turned inside out,
sliding and clinging to my shaft, before I thrust into her again.  Again.
Again, until, finally, I exploded, spurt after spurt of sperm rapidly filling
that poor condom.  An orgasm unlike anything I'd ever experienced ripped through
me - had I not been holding on to her, I would have dropped like a stone.  My
knees buckled and I couldn't breathe to save my life.  I retained enough sense
to get out of her before the condom completely overflowed... 


Lynn's Story

I have been a member of several online services for a few years.  I had gone
through the gamut of personal ads, being introduced to them by a friend who
thought it would be neat to place an ad.  What the hell, why not?  It couldn't
hurt, could it?

As a result of my ads, I had been introduced to several people, and as a whole,
I've met some pretty nice individuals, with the exception of one ex-cop in
Patterson NJ, but I was determined not to let one idiot spoil the fun that I was
having.  But after a while, I had to admit that I was getting bored with it all.

Most of the people that answered were looking for a fast, easy lay, or an older
woman to take care of them for the remainder of their days.  Me, just getting
out of an eight-year relationship with Martin, I was there for the purpose of
just acquiring friendships, not with the intention of looking for a potential
bed partner - but if I got lucky, why the hell not?

I logged on, and after wading through what seemed like a multitude of jerks
answering my ad, I decided I was going to cancel it.  As I was browsing to get
to the screen for cancellation, I decided to take one last look, to see if there
was anyone else out there who didn't have the same corny, old dried-up, sad
lines.  You see, after a while, they all start to look the same, and run into a
blur.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I ran across one that was refreshing, so I
decided to make one last attempt at friendship across cyberspace.  So I replied
to it, not really expecting to get an answer.  But boy, did I ever!

Ron replied, and he let me know that he was a hard working old bloke, working
the unfortunate (I thought) shift of 6:30AM-2:30PM.  After emails, chat rooms
and instant messages, we moved onto calling each other on the phone.  We were
talking with each other and it felt as though it was old home week.  I felt that
he had known me for 20 years, instead of few short weeks.

Me, being the open person I am, starting asking him what I thought were
pertinent questions.  I wanted to find out whether this person was real, or if
this was just another wasted effort on my part. 

After finding out how easy speaking to him was online and offline, (according to
my mother after a trip home, it was like having a teenager in the house again),
the devil hopped up on my shoulders, and I asked him if he would like to engage
in cybersex with me.  I normally didn't do this, cybersex was somewhat boring.

Needless to say, the encounter was very sexy and erotic.  Ron had me so hot and
horny afterwards that I shut down the computer, and took to fingering my hole,
rubbing my clit, sucking and biting my nipples, praying that I was double
jointed so I could put my clit in my mouth.  Just thinking about him that night,
I burned out two electric vibrators (yes, I'm past the battery variety), and I
was wondering if I was going to have to invest in some serious stock in the
vibrator industry!  Hopefully I didn't disturb my neighbors with my moaning and
squealing.  If I did, oh well...  

Most of our conversations that we were having were informative and the
remainders - let's say, were intense, hot and sensual.  By now, I made up in my
mind, I had to meet this person!

I had been talking with him nonstop, during the day at the office since we met.
We would leave erotic messages on the Emails when we got home. He would fax me
messages during work hours. We would burn up the online in the evenings and part
of the night, fully knowing he had to get up at 4:30 a.m. in the mornings.  He
would call me when he got to work, to make sure I got up on time to make it to
my job.  Hell, this was great! 

Ron had said during this time he could easily fall in love with me.  One part of
me wanted to believe him, but since I had just been burned, and I knew he was
having marital difficulties, I didn't want to rock the boat.  However, my
instincts told me this time it may be different, so take a chance.

Since I'm a novice at computers, I had been experimenting with mine, upgrading
features, one that was a CD-ROM drive.  During my conversations with Ron, I
decided I would pick his brain to try and resolve the mystery as to why the
drive wasn't working properly.  After me getting frustrated and literally giving
up, ready to throw the damn computer out the window, Ron graciously said that he
would come and take a look at to see what the problem was. 

During this process, the devil struck again...  I had this insane thought.  What
would happen to him if he were my man coming home to me?  What are my rules of
the house?  (1) No man of mine would come home to me without sensually kissing
and hugging at the door.  (2) No man of mine would come home without securely
locking the door, and (3) no man of mine would come home and still have his
clothes on once he hit the front door, the clothes must come off, inside that
door.  Damn, this might work after all!

Ron decided to ask me the question that I hoped he wouldn't ask.  "Does this
mean that you want me to be your man?"  I was afraid if I answered the question,
I would have to admit my true feelings about him.  I may not be able to keep my
lust under control when he hit the door.  I purposely avoided the question, but
I did admit if the opportunity presented itself, I would ravage his body every
chance I got.

I carefully gave his directions to my home.  I didn't want him to get lost.
This was my chance to see the person that has been driving me insane with lust
for what seemed like years instead of a few short months.  When I arrived home
from work, I took a quick shower, and oiled my body down with baby oil,
carefully making sure I got every inch of my clit and pussy.  I sprayed Georgio
Red between my breasts, under them, and down toward my clit.  God was I nervous!


I looked in my closet and selected a black lace gown and panties that accented
my figure, and my size 46D's.  I selected an African designed caftan, which gave
me plenty of room to be comfortable, and to cover the black lace I had on
underneath, just in case he didn't like what he saw.  I walked into the
bathroom, pinned my long hair up on my head, for some reason, it was in my way
now.  I gave my clit and pussy a good rubdown, letting the juices run down my
inner thigh.  OK, I was ready for anything, and horny as hell to boot!

I wanted to make a good impression, I didn't want Ron to think all I did was
seduce people as soon as they came to my home.  So I made the decision to not
worry about it until I had a good reason to... 

Since Ron lives two hours away in Delaware, it also gave me the chance to
totally lose my mind. 

Ten minutes before his expected arrival, I panicked. He was after all, a
stranger!  He could be an axe murderer, or rapist.  All sorts of scary thoughts
came to mind.  I called several friends and had them to call me on regular
intervals, just to make sure that I would be still be alive after this.  I'm
fucking losing my mind!

There's a knock at the door.  Oh God, it's him!  My knees feel like jelly.  Ok
Lynn, get a hold of yourself.  You can't leave him outside your front door.
Besides there are three desperate, single women on the prowl on this floor of
the apartment building.

They will snatch Ron up like hungry lions looking for fresh kill.  You will
never get a glimpse of him, let alone see what he looks like if he knocks on
your door too long!  Remember the scene between your then live-in cousin Rick
vs. Grace, and Arnell?  My mind briefly paused in retrospect to the nature
shows, watching the lions fight to the death...  God, it wasn't pretty, to say
the least.

My mind went crazy.  He isn't going to like what he sees.  Maybe I should run in
and change into jeans and T-shirt.  No, idiot, go and open the damn door!  The
phone rings.  Ok, make a choice between answering the phone and going toward the
door.  I quickly snatch up the phone.  Wrong number.  I walked toward the front
door, like I was walking my last steps before an execution, took a deep breath.

I ask, "Who is it?"  A voice says,  "Ron."

I took another deep breath...  and opened it... 

Damn, he looks good!  I try to speak, but nothing comes out.  I can see he's
visibly nervous, just like I am. That's a relief.  Next thing I hear is a
disembodied voice saying, "You must be Ron!  Please, come on in!"

I step back behind the door to let him pass me.  I closed the front door and
locked it.  Ron steps toward me, gives me a hug, and kisses me.  I can feel my
resolve just disappearing, flew right out the door before I shut it.  Okay Lynn,
behave yourself.  But he kisses great!  But you promised, you would behave
yourself.  Like hell I did.

Then I ask the most stupid question I would ever think of.  "What was that for?"

"Well you did tell me the first thing I had to do was to give you a hug and
kiss, didn't you?" 

Duh.  "Yes I did.  Come on in and make yourself at home."

Ron takes a seat on the sofa.  I want to immediately sit in his lap and proceed
to chew off his bottom lip, but I restrain myself, forcing myself to the
opposite end of the sofa.  Better safe than sorry.  Next thing I hear is, "Well,
come over here."  Bingo!

I wasted no time getting to him.  I didn't know I could move that fast!  I sit
next to him, leaning into his lap, definitely noticing the bulge in his pants,
but not trying to show him I know it's there.  I couldn't wait to find out what
was on the other side, but you can't attack him, Lynn, behave yourself!

We start a deep lip lock, and I felt as though I've gone to heaven.  I think we
reluctantly pry our lips apart.  I hear:

"I guess I'd better see the machine that brought us together."

I said - and rather reluctantly I might add, "Come on, I'll show you where it
is."

I lead him into the den where the computer is.  Gee, did it get hot in here all
of sudden?  Did the air conditioner suddenly fail? I quickly listen and can hear
the air running as usual. Ron sits in the chair facing the computer and I sit on
the daybed behind him, determined to keep my hands to myself.  Foolish me.  I
guess I wasn't the only one that was warm.  Ron asked if he could take off his
shirt.  Was I going to say no?  NO Fucking Way!

As he is trying to work on the CD-ROM, his shoulders and neck get stiff.  I
offered to rub them for him (perfect time to touch those muscles and him.)  I
must have been doing something correct, because the next thing I heard was, "If
you keep doing that, I won't get this thing fixed." Okay, so I stop, and
chastising and mentally spanking myself.  Then I hear:  "You can put your arms
around me."  So I do.

I remember being taken off the daybed, arms around me, standing up, and kissed.
I vaguely heard Ron tell met he didn't know what was wrong with the CD.  At this
point, I really didn't care, I just wanted the electrical surge between us to
continue. 

I remember standing in front of him and asking if I could examine "the
merchandise."  The closer I got to him, the hornier I got and all reasoning and
logic flew out the window.  I knelt to the floor and unfastened his trousers,
letting them fall to the floor.  He had on bikini briefs, which I peeled him out
of, freeing his member.  All I could say was, "Well, Hello!"  I greedily stuffed
his cock in my mouth, savoring each and every inch I could get in there.  At
this point, all bets were off with myself, control or not, I was going to go for
what I know.

Damn, he even tastes good.  

I looked up at him, cock still in my mouth and smiling proudly.  I managed to at
least say "Not bad.  Not bad at all."  I had this throbbing cock in my mouth and
my clit was doing a dance of its own.  This was all so new and yet, all too
familiar. 

Ron helped me up from my position in front of him. He lifted the caftan, pulling
it over my head, exposing the black lace and panties.  He kneeled in front of me
and slipped the panties off my hips and took a deep breath. 

I wish you could have seen the broad smile on his face.  It was like he had hit
the jackpot!  He lowered his face to my cunt, sucking my clit into his mouth.  I
started to moan and squeal like a skewered pig!

He gently laid me down on the daybed, lifting and spreading my legs apart.  I
was splayed open for all to see, if there had been someone else there.  He
returned to eating and sucking my clit, and I just melted like butter!  My pussy
was so juicy, I thought someone had poured water on me.  When my orgasm hit me,
I thought I was going to faint.  Ron kept alternating between my clit, and
thrusting his tongue in my pussy.

He stood up and moved on top of me, kissing me and positioning himself to get at
my nipples.  My nipples are just as large as my clit, Ron was pleasantly
surprised when he saw them.  I'm very proud of my nipples, taking every
opportunity I can to stuff them in my own mouth.

I vaguely remember stepping over what seemed to be a mound of clothing.  Ron was
leading me to my bed, he kept kissing me for what seemed to be a lifetime, and
he started kissing my neck and ears.  He immediately hit the spot in my upper
neck, which drives me totally insane with lust.

He moved back to the attention of my breasts and nipples while sending me in
orbit.  I kept trying to leap out of the bed every time he would lick, suck and
gently bite them.  I was in heaven, Lord, please let me stay there!

Just as quickly, he returned to menacing my fully erect clit.  I have never had
so many orgasms before!  Every nerve in my muscles was exposed, alive, raw and
twitching.  It seemed as though someone had stuck my pussy into an electrical
socket and just held it there, for years.  My chest was heaving.  I felt as
thought I couldn't get enough air.  He kept fucking my snatch with his tongue,
and inching his way back to my clitty.  I kept rewarding him with my juices,
which he hungrily lapped up with gusto.

We both were exhausted and Ron lay back on the bed.  Oh, boy, opportunity
knocks. Turnabout is fair play, I think, wouldn't you?

As he lay on the pillow, I straddled his body.  Since I weigh more than he does,
he was pleasantly pinned under my cunt and legs, which he commenced to finger my
clit again.  I started licking and kissing on his neck, paying very special
attention to his ears and throat.

I happen to be an ear freak.  When I saw those luscious earlobes, I went wild.
I kept alternating between the two, and down his throat and neck.  I chewed, I
sucked, I licked.  I couldn't get enough of them.  Ron was screaming with
delight. 

I felt like a child that had been denied sustenance for months, no matter how
much I drank of him.  The more I went into my attack mode, the more he moaned.
Pleasuring him like this gave me so much joy.  I didn't want to stop.  I wanted
to keep going, over and over and over... 

I lowered myself a little further, taking my assault to another part of his body
- his chest and nipples.  After all, a man's nipples are just as sensitive as
women's are...  I was elated!

Here were two ripe buds, just begging for attention, and boy did I serve them up
with gusto.  I had to catch myself, because I got too carried away and I think I
bit him a little too hard.  But my lust for him does it to me, every time.

I let go of his nipples, and I heard him sigh.  I guess he thought that I was
done with him.  WRONG!  I smiled at him sweetly, and I felt the devil hop on my
shoulders again.  I headed straight for the main course.  I started sucking his
cock like there was no tomorrow, no nothing.  I licked his phallus like it was a
chocolate lollypop.  I cupped his jewels in my hands and sucked them gently into
my mouth.  Ron went wild.  

By this time I had positioned myself alongside him.  Not thinking about where I
was, Ron got the opportunity to get my cunt back in his face, and he dove on my
clit.  I bucked and rode his face with another orgasm slamming into me. 

Both of us were breathing heavily.  Ron reached over and got a condom off the
nightstand, sliding it on.  What he didn't know was that I needed to feel his
cock in my mouth once more.  As soon as he got the condom on, I jumped his bones
once again.  I don't recommend tasting spermicide, it makes your mouth numb and
quite dry, but I didn't care.  I wanted one last shot with his dick in my mouth.
He pulled me off of him and plunged that wonderful rod in my juicy and quivering
cunt.  

Damn he feels so good!  When he slid in, I gasped with surprise.  I had warned
him earlier that if we ever got to the point of having sexual intercourse, even
though I was a big girl, I was built kind of small internally.  His lovely nine
inches stretched me to degrees that I didn't know existed.  My eyes got wider
and my mouth opened in surprise, lust and happiness when he reached the back of
my womb.  

He pulled out temporarily and turned me over onto my tummy, urging me to get on
my knees.  He plunged his cock back in my tunnel, and I shouted for joy.  He
rode me and I felt that all too familiar heat taking me over, yet again.  If I
had to keep track of the number of orgasms my sweet lover brought to me this
night, I would be speechless.  

He cried out, signaling his coming.  I could feel his spasms in my womb as he
filled that condom with his juices.  He collapsed onto my back, slightly.  I
lowered myself and him to our bed.  He eased out of my honey pot, kissing me
gently on the lips and my face.  We snuggled together and slept briefly, resting
up for the next sweet embrace.


Ron's Story: Continued

On my way home the next afternoon, I was elated and quite worn out.  I've had
many an encounter in my life, but never one quite like this!  Even though I'd
been up and running around since about 4:45 that morning and despite having
spent the last eight hours making love, I was practically bouncing in my seat as
I followed Lynn to the I-95 North entrance.

As I drove, I kept thinking about the woman in the car in front of me, wondering
if I would be able to see her again.  Hell, maybe the next time we met, I'd get
the CD drive fixed!

After pointing me in the right direction, I rode along side of her long enough
to wave goodbye before cranking the car up to 80 mph.  Although I am a rather
focused person while driving, I could feel my cock straining against the fabric
of my briefs as I relived the last eight hours.

Eight hours?  Sweet Jesus, I can't remember the last time I made love for that
length of time!  At one point, we managed to get out of the bed and headed to
the kitchen for some orange juice.  Lynn stopped in her tracks in front of me
and I playfully eased my still-hard cock against the crack of her ass.  Wrapping
my arms around her, I squeezed and pinched her nipples while nibbling on her
neck and ears when the damnedest thing happened.

She bent over and I thought, "Good fucking deal - I'm gonna hammer this thang
right here in the living room, just like this."  That was before I noticed Lynn
had become dead weight in my arms.  She started to fall forward and it was all I
could do to catch her before she hit the floor and hurt herself.

What the fuck is going on?  By the time I get her on the floor and onto her
back, I realize Lynn is out cold; obviously, something has happened to her!  Not
being prone to panicking, I knelt beside her and called out her name, getting no
response whatsoever.  I peeled back an eyelid to confirm what I already knew -
the woman was out like a light.

Now what do I do?  I am really concerned at this point; not knowing anything
about her medical history, I couldn't really do anything.  She was warm and
clammy to the touch, so I went into the bathroom, wet a wash cloth, and used it
to cool her head down as much as I could.  After a couple of minutes, she moved
- much to my relief.  A few minutes later, Lynn opened her eyes and I helped her
to sit up, asking if she was okay.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she said.  "I fainted."

"No shit!  You scared the living hell out of me!"

After apologizing, I helped her off the floor into the bed.  After making sure
she was comfortable, I climbed in behind her, my cock growing harder by the
second.  Silently, I admonished myself for still being aroused and wanting to
lay pipe to her when Lynn was obviously in no shape to continue.  I told her to
get some rest and we'd continue after she felt better.  She tried to argue, but
she agreed she'd feel better in a little while.  As she drifted back off, I lay
next to her trying to keep the adrenaline surge from burning me out. 

Even as I drove, a vast mixture of emotions consumed me.  One, getting laid
after such a long time was a great relief - masturbation is okay, but there's
nothing quite like have a warm body under you with your cock stuck in it
somewhere.  The euphoria of having made love with Lynn made me giddy.

I was then aware of something lying just underneath my joy, making me feel a tad
bit uncomfortable.  Lynn had pretty much manhandled me, taking me to a level of
sexual excitement I've actually only dreamed of.  And she did it rather easily,
too.

The implications were very clear to me.  Well, let's put it this way: My body
knew it had been mastered, even if my mind didn't really want to admit it.  I'll
get further into this a little later.

Anywho, I finally arrive home, heading straight for the bathroom to get rid of
the erection I had for just over two hours.  No matter what I did to break my
concentration, my cock stayed rigid.  Normally, I just love being hard and erect
- it is a delicious feeling.  In this case, not only was my erection trapped
inside my brief and slacks, there was the matter of my seat belt to deal with.
One would think with all the pressure being put upon my crotch, getting hard and
staying that way would be out of the question.

Not in this situation.  Even after some ten hours, I could still smell, taste,
and feel Lynn; the tactile memory of making love with her just refused to leave.
Every time I took a breath, I could smell her perfume combined with the spicy
scent of her incredibly delicious cunt.  Lick my lips and I could taste her,
close my eyes, I could feel her in more ways than one.

I have a strange sense of memory in that I can remember an event but I can also
recall my emotions and physical sensations experienced during that event.  While
in the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror watching myself as I
masturbated.  For a moment, I closed my eyes and I could feel Lynn's clit in my
mouth, all fat, hard and long.  My eyes flew open in surprise - it felt so real!
Closing my eyes again, I could feel her mouth on me, soft and hot; I could also
feel her weight pressing down on me as she sucked me.

For the coup de grace, I could feel her pussy around my cock just as if I were
still inside her!  Let me try to describe what it's like being inside Lynn:

First, there's the feel of her slick wetness as the head of my dick passes
between her very swollen cunt lips - a very silky feeling.  As my glans moves
into position against the tight ring of her opening and I push, there's a bit of
resistance before the head of my cock spreads her.  It is tight - very tight for
about the first half inch.  After that, as I slide deep into her, I can feel my
cock spreading her cunt wide as the thickest part of me passes into her.  When
fully inside her, the ring of muscle clamps down on the base of my cock.

It is hot and wet being inside Lynn.  When I withdraw, say, halfway, it's like
sliding on silk - very smooth.  Plunging back in usually causes a bit of a
splash.  Oh, yes, the woman is very juicy inside.

As I grew closer to bustin' that nut, I could feel the memory of the moment just
before I overloaded the condom.  Growing thicker inside her, I could actually
feel her being spread wider.  Well, that was enough to do it for me because the
sperm was flowing all down the back of my hand and wrist before splattering into
the sink.

And I remained hard.  So, closing my eyes again, I could feel her biting my
nipples and trying to eat my ear off.  That enabled me to get rid of the problem
in my hand.  As the last spurt flowed out, I could feel myself growing soft.  I
cleaned up and went to take care of something around the house, only to have my
cock rock hard again five minutes later.

Oh, to be sure, I had to have her again, if she'd let me.  Such intense
feelings!  As I drifted off to sleep later that evening (yes, I was still hard),
I found myself fervently hoping she found me adequate enough to want to make
love with me again.
 Lynn's Story: Continued

I opened my eyes.  Someone was in the bed next to me!  I looked over.  It was
Ron.

"Hello."

Smiling like a Cheshire cat, I stretched, and the covers fell from my breasts.
Ron sucked one of my nipples in his mouth.  He twirled his tongue over the head.
OOOhhh!!!  My clit twitched just as it has been for the past eight hours.   He
reaches down between my legs and finds a pool of juices on my thigh, leading
back to my cunt.  His tongue traces a line back to where the juices came,
finding my clit inviting him to partake of its pleasures...

Damn, I have to keep my mind on this road, otherwise I'm going to crack up this
car.  I reach down, unzipping the front of my jeans, touching my clit, and
feeling my wetness as I lead Ron back to I-95 on his way home.  I insert my
index finger into my cunt, coating it with his/my scent. 

I trace the outline of my lips with my finger, drawing it into in my mouth,
sucking on it like it's Ron's cock, savoring the taste.  Gee if he only knew I
was fingering myself in this car as I'm driving.  I wonder how he would react?
Hopefully I will be able to see him again.  I hope that I didn't frighten the
hell out of him earlier.

Thinking back over the past hours, I remember us getting out of bed, heading
towards the kitchen.  We stopped in the living room.  The sun was just beginning
to rise.  The horizon had created beautiful hues of purple, orange and yellow.

Ron put his arms around me, nibbling on my neck, and taking the opportunity to
squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples.  We were watching the sunrise, when my
head started swimming.  It felt as though someone was squeezing my head with a
vice, and I couldn't do a thing about it.  I opened my mouth to speak, but
nothing came out.  I barely remember the floor greeting me...

Something is cold on my face and it's moving.  I open my eyes, trying
desperately to focus on what is going on.  I see a blurry image in front of me.
It's looking down at me.

"Lynn?"  The fog is clearing.  The image is getting sharper.  I see a face.
It's Ron.  "Are you okay?"

Fear and humiliation take over my senses.  Okay, Lynn say something. You've
obviously scared the fuck out of Ron.  You forgot to tell him.  But it hasn't
happened in so long.

The only thing I could think of is  "Yeah, I fainted."

"No shit!  You scared the hell out of me!"

"I'm sorry, this hasn't happened to me in a very long time."   Ron apologizes
profusely for swearing at me.  He is thoroughly puzzled.

 "No, it isn't your fault, it's mine.  Let me try to explain."

He helps me off the floor, and leads me straight back to the bed.  He curls up
behind me, listening intently to what I was telling him.  Afterwards, he kisses
my face and I drift off to sleep.  We fit well together in bed as well as when
having sex...

I see Ron riding along side of me, waving goodbye.  I wave back, and I  watch as
he takes off.  I pull off at the next exit and head back towards home.   No one
has brought out the feelings in me like that in years!  I haven't made love that
long since my ex and we hit a new record of fourteen straight hours even then.

Even when I had Charles and Marshall in bed with me, it didn't last too long.
But that is what I get for having a threesome with inexperienced
twenty-year-olds.  They were arguing over who was going first.  I solved the
problem by attacked them both at the same time.  It was so nice having a warm
body with a real idea how to pleasure a woman to snuggle up to. 

I drove into the complex and parked the car in the space where Ron had been
earlier.  A great smile covered my face. 

Gee, that was fun.  I pray that we will do it again, and again.  I walk into the
apartment. The distinct odor of sex hung in the air.  My clit began to twitch
again.  I went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.  

Taking off my clothes and stepping into the shower, I closed my eyes, letting
the stinging needles of hot water attack my nipples and between my thighs.
Soaping myself, I let my fingers slip between my legs, carefully going over
every inch of my clit, sliding my fingers into my hole, soaping it as well.

As I do this, I can feel Ron's tongue flicking over my clit and fucking my hole.
I pay close attention to the exact movements of his tongue, causing me to have
an orgasm which brings me to my knees.

I lay in the bottom of the tub.  I can feel his breath and his teeth closing on
my nipples, working their way down my navel.  The white heat that took over my
body earlier threatens to cut off my breathing.  My breasts are heaving up and
down.

I bring my knees up to my chest, trapping my fingers to my clit, working the
head profusely.  I have a massive orgasm that rocks me, sending shivers up and
down my spine.  Even though I'm in a tub with hot water circling around me, I'm
freezing.  Closing my eyes, I can see Ron smiling with satisfaction.   

I manage to get myself out of the tub and shut off the water, which has now
become cold.  That is very rare, because each apartment has its own hot water
tank, and has never run out of hot water before in the ten years I have lived in
the complex.  I towel myself off and return to the scene of the delicious crime
- my bedroom.

I am standing in front of the mirror, looking at myself.  I see a well-fucked,
fresh woman, ready for the next time Ron and I meet.  I reach for the baby oil
and watch myself pour it over my tits, watching its descent down my stomach, to
its destination, between my legs.  I massage the oil into my skin, imagining
that Ron is here doing this to me.  I lay back across the bed and spread my legs
wide.   

The slickness of the oil feels so good on my clit.  My fingers slip easily in
and out of my pussy.  I close my eyes and pretend my fingers are Ron's cock,
enticing and spurning my orgasm with much spirit and gusto.  My hips thrust
upward to meet the thrusting of Ron's cock.  The delicious white heat overtakes
me, and I again, scream out my release.  As I feel my senses returning to
normal, I relax, smiling to myself and curl up for a nap.


Ron's Story - Continued

After our first encounter, I couldn't wait until the next one.  

I didn't have to wait long.  The next time we made love, we sorta did away with
the condom.  I wanted to find out what it felt like to be inside her without it,
so in between eating her, I would stop and slide my cock into her, give her a
few deep, hard strokes, and go back to eating her, savoring the taste of my cock
on her.

To shorten this just a bit, I'm stroking away inside of her and she feels so
good against my naked cock!  Before I lose it, though, I'd better get out of her
and slip the condom on.  We had an interesting conversation about using them.

I pulled out and she got angry with me, asking me where I was going!  I'm
dumbfounded and remind her of the conversation we had.  Well, in so many words,
I was ordered back inside and urged to finish.

Now, I didn't have a problem with that at all because I hate condoms.  And, if
she happened to get pregnant, so much the better!  A few more strokes and I'm
filling her sweet cunt with my cream!

A couple of weeks later, we got to talking about the CD drive again, painfully
reminding me I failed to fix the damned thing during my first visit there.
Well, something got fixed, but it wasn't the drive!

I leave from work at the end of the day and stop at home just long enough to
pickup my tool kit and diagnostic diskettes before jumping onto the interstate
and heading south.  Now that I know it's really going to take me two hours to
get there, I'm not panicking - but I'm trying very hard not to be in a hurry,
too.  Even though I can't wait to get back into her arms again, I didn't need
the Maryland State Police in my ass about speeding.

By the time I got to the tunnel at Baltimore, I can feel my heart rate
increasing; I'm now only 30 minutes away, sooner if I can get away with doing 70
or 80 in some stretches.  Stop, pay the $1 toll and enter the tunnel.  I know
there are no cops inside the tunnel and, with the way in front of me clear, kick
the Dynasty up to 90, getting through the tunnel in about two minutes.  What a
rush!  Just before exiting the tunnel, I slow back to 60 and good thing, too,
because there's Maryland's finest sitting at the exit.  I ease on by and, once
out of sight, engage the cruise control, which was set at 70.

I'm thinking, "Man, this can't get any better!"  Until I ran into one grand
daddy of a traffic jam.  As best I can figure it, there was one hell of an
accident several miles ahead of me (I saw the remnants of it almost an hour
later).  I'm pissed to no end and, to make matters worse, the car starts to
overheat.  I keep looking at my watch, because I know Lynn's expecting me to
arrive at about 7:00 or 7:30.  Shit!  This is just what the fuck I needed.

Eventually, I make my way through the mess.  Once free and clear to navigate, I
really push it, hitting 95 in some places to make up lost time.

Finally, I hit the College Park exit - I'm now 15 minutes away.  As you might
expect, I catch every traffic light along the East-West Highway, adding precious
seconds to my arrival time.  After some well-placed curses and comments about
the probable parentage of the drivers in front of me, I get to the landmark
which tells me I am now only six minutes away.

Right turn by the gas station - there's the power company's tank; I'm now two
minutes away and my heart is pounding like crazy.  Down to the light, right
turn, left turn - I'm here!  Finally!  I park and kill the engine.  I left my
tool kit and other stuff in the car because, now, I have to piss like it's
nobody's business!  I look around and...

Lynn's car is nowhere to be found.  Oh, boy.  What to do?  I know her neighbor,
Grace - met her the last time I was here, but since I don't know what kind of
car she drives, I don't know if she's home or not.

Oh, double shit!  Then, I remember Mabel, who doesn't live far from Lynn.  But I
hesitate; when Lynn introduced me to Mabel, the woman undressed me and fucked me
with her eyes, making me feel like a deer caught in the headlights.  There's no
doubt in my mind that if I go up there, something fucked up is going to happen -
even if I just have to use her facilities.

Damn, damn, DAMN!  At first, I was trying to hold off by walking around; now,
I'm several seconds from pissing myself.  I take a look to my right and spot the
wooded area of the park that runs alongside the apartment complex.  Any old port
in a storm, as they say.

Just as I'm about to make my acquaintance with a tree, Lynn pulls in.  Needless
to say, I'm really glad to see her.  She gets out of the car and apologizes -
she just went to get something to eat.  I wasn't trying to be rude, but I told
her I really had to go to the bathroom.

She looked at me funny for a moment before hurrying to open the door.  I dash
past her into the bathroom and, ah, bliss!

With that dealt with, I go out to the car and get my stuff and return to the
living/dining room to uphold the rules of the house (after putting the goodies
down), wrapping Lynn into my arms and kissing her.

And immediately lost my mind.  There is something so exciting about kissing her.
In between having my lips on hers, she says something about having a key made to
the apartment so something like this won't happen again.

Yeah, yeah - whatever.  Shut up, woman, and let me get back to kissing you.

Just like the very first time I kissed her, I became erect instantly and my
'average size' cock is throbbing hotly against my stomach.  This time, though, I
don't care if she notices it or not; in fact, I'm hoping she does!

Lynn is giggling in between the kisses and I've got my hands inside her pants,
fondling her ass.  I have to tell you that something in the back of my mind is
saying something about the PC but, with two hands full of her ass, I'm not
really paying much attention to it.

Then, it seems like I got shut into a glass room because I had the eerie feeling
of begin separated from myself.  It was like someone else was in control of my
body and all I could do was watch, because before you know it, I had her
stripped to her birthday suit and my clothes were flying all over the place.

I think she asked me what I was doing while I was undressing her; honestly, I
don't remember (even though I remember the amused look on her face).  Once we
were both naked as the day we were born, I went back to kissing her lips and
face, drinking in the scent of Red, combined with whatever the hell she uses on
her hair.

All the while, I'm in the glass prison, screaming at myself to stop what I'm
doing because I'm supposed to be working on the computer and, I never bothered
to close and lock the front door when I came back in.

That got my attention for a moment, just long enough for me to look up and see
that, indeed, the front door was ajar just a bit.  I thought about getting up
and securing it.  But, when I raised myself up in preparation to stand up, I
took one look at those gorgeous nipples and the lust filled look on her face and
thought, "It'll be okay - we'll be right here!"

My mouth on her nipples did wonders for both of us.  Outside of Melissa, I've
not seen nipples like this on a woman before.  On the verge of being out of
control, I bite down on a nipple a little too hard (I thought) and Lynn cried
out, a look of pure bliss on her face.  On to the other breasts and I'm trying
suck it into my mouth, while knowing good and damned well I'm not getting that
massive D-cup into my mouth - I can barely get her nipple and the areola in
there!

Nestled between her legs, I'm having the time of my life on her breasts, my
fingers working in and out of her juicy slit.  After a few minutes of that, it
was time to visit the area my fingers were working in.  You know, sort of an
on-site inspection, if you will.

When my mouth makes contact with her clitty, I hear a sharp intake of breath, a
long, drawn out sigh, a giggle (where did that come from) and her whole body
relaxes.  Well now, we can't have that, can we?  I let my lust take a bit more
control and go into a feeding frenzy on her pussy until she starts cumming.

While I was eating her, I wanted to make her come no less than three times - and
I have no idea why.

So, Lynn's getting pretty sloppy with both her own juices and my saliva before
the feeding frenzy ends and, having had several orgasms myself, I sit back to
catch my breath.  Which, of course, gives her the opportunity to exact a measure
of revenge on me.  She goes on the 'attack,' kissing me sweetly several times
before proceeding to eat my ear off my body!

I don't know what it is about my ears she likes, but I know it is driving me
further into insanity.  Instantly, I go from being very aroused from my oral
performance on her and resting to a blur of motion, trying to escape from the
ear lunatic.  She makes a pit stop along my neck before jumping on my nipples.
Now, I'm really trying to get away from her but, as in the past, she has her
weight placed on me just right, allowing her total access to me while preventing
any escape on my part.

I also don't know why, but I love having her put her full weight on me.  It
makes me feel good.  It also makes me feel helpless and vulnerable, completely
at her mercy, which is something I wasn't aware of.  With her, if she's doing
these things, I want her to dominate me and even to hurt me a little.  Oh, my
God; what's going on with me?

The pain comes as she really bites down on my nipple.  God, it hurts so much -
and feels kinda nice, too, in a way.  Another really hard suck on the other
nipple (I almost exploded right on the spot), she grins at me evilly and pounces
on my cock, sucking and slurping away happily.

I'm putty under her as the sensations flow through me.  Somehow, I manage to
move her over me until we're in a 69; I prop my head up with my hands and go
back to eating her, sucking her monstrous clit.  I love sucking her so much I
almost bit her clit off - I don't think she would have appreciated that very
much.

Finally, she lets go of my cock and I hear a voice say, "Fuck me, Lynn.  Please
fuck me and make me come."

If I didn't know any better, I could swear the person who said that was me!

As I move her into position to straddle me, Lynn tells me she's not very good on
top.  Who cares?  I want to feel her on top of me and my cock buried inside her.
Despite her mild protest, she mounts me and I get a chance to see the look on
her face as my cock spreads her open.  I can honestly say that I've never seen
someone look so happy!  Usually, because of my size, the initial look is one of
pain.  At nine inches long (ten when I'm really aroused) and about just short of
two inches in diameter, I'm obviously larger than most men, but not freakishly
so.

Lynn thinks I'm average, though.

Anyway, she seats herself fully onto me and her eyes go wide in surprise; even
with her on top, the head of my dick is making full contact with her cervix.  A
grimace then the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.  Then the evil smile
returns, along with the laugh that always sends chills down my spine.

I scoot down a little and begin ramming my cock into her, wiping that smile
right off her face.  We stop and I get us arranged so that she's sitting in my
lap, my cock still firmly and, for the moment, permanently buried inside her.
In this position, I know I can stay rock hard inside of her because of the angle
of penetration along with the fact she's putting pressure on the lower half of
my body.  The result?  I can stay like this literally for hours with out coming
- because the pressures on my body won't let me.

Hooked up like this, we're kissing and basically having the time of our lives.
She gets started on my ears again and the passion meter blows a gasket.  Dear
God, I just gotta cream her!  One final time, I move us; this time, I'm on top.
One of the advantages of having her sitting in my lap like that is when I move
to be on top of her, I am in the perfect position and her legs are way up and
out of my way, giving me the room to really pound her pussy.

And I pound away like a madman while, in the glass prison, I'm telling myself I
should be ashamed of myself.

Fat chance, Ron; get a life.

I'm shoving nine inches into this woman just as hard and fast as I can.  I look
down into her eyes - and she's looking at me, wearing that evil grin again!
Okay, one more time to move!  Getting up, I positioned her until she had her
chest on the sofa and her ass hanging in the wind.  I spread her legs wide with
mine and move into position, taking an evil moment to rub the head of my cock
along her entire slit before plunging into her with gusto.

It wasn't long before I felt the familiar feeling; my cock seemed to swell to
twice its size before the first spurts arrived - and I felt as if I was having a
heart attack.  I do know I stopped breathing for a moment as spurt after spurt
of cream shot into her.  What was Lynn doing while I'm flooding her insides?
She's smiling and giggling happily.

After refreshing with some OJ (our favorite after-sex drink) it starts all over
again.  Check this shit out: I got there on Friday evening about 8:30 (because
of the traffic jam) and we started making love somewhere around 9:00; we didn't
make love in the bed until sometime late Saturday afternoon.  We left the
apartment twice that weekend; once to get keys made and another time to get
breakfast and she wanted me to meet her friend, Rachel.  Actually, we went to
breakfast, went to meet Rachel, didn't find her, went back to the apartment.
Made love, left to get the keys made and to meet Rachel - found her this time,
came back and made love until I left sometime Sunday.

I'm surprised my dick is still with me because I swear I think I left it
somewhere inside Lynn...
 Lynn's Story:  Continued

Just like Ron, I was anxiously awaiting our next meeting.  Every time I thought
of him, I would cream my panties.  At one point, I would have to put on three or
more panty liners during the day, just talking with him on the telephone would
make me so hot, I wanted to jump through the phone and rip off his clothes.

We would make erotic phone calls to each other, breathing heavily in the phone,
Lord it would make the ladies in the office with me envious.  Just thinking
about him now, if I wasn't typing, keeping my hands on the keyboard would be
very exasperating.  I would definitely be stroking the tip of my clit, wishing
my fingers were his tongue.  Yum!

When we did get together, it was bliss.  Once, he was eating the hell out of me,
he would stop and give me a few strokes of his lovely cock.  He would pull out,
it would infuriate me, because I wanted him to continue and he was literally
torturing my poor, helpless pussy.  The good thing about it was he replaced his
cock with his tongue.

I had been thinking about relaxing the rules, and letting him come inside of me
without the condom.  We both had HIV tests done which came back negative.  My
doctors had told me in the past that I couldn't have children, so I was
relatively sure I didn't have to worry about pregnancy either.  I have always
wanted children, and since my first marriage, it never happened, so I basically
took a "wait and see if it happens" attitude.  Ron and I had thoroughly
discussed it before, as we do everything.  We rather liked the idea of bringing
in a little person into the world.

So when he looked down at me and I assured him that it was okay, he happily dove
in.  It is a feeling that is hard to describe.  Being filled completely, with
every inch of him filling me, I have this feeling of electricity that starts at
the base of my spine, and works its way up to my brain, with delicious
precision.

A couple of weeks afterwards, we were talking, and of course, my CD-ROM still
hasn't been fixed yet.  Every time Ron gets here, we get nowhere near the
computer.   So again, Ron decides to make a house call.   We decide that he
would be here about 7:00 or 7:30.  I waited... nothing.  Okay, it's getting
late, where is he?  It's about 8:30, still nothing, no sign of him.  Okay,
before I panic and call out the guards, I will think of something else.  My
stomach makes up my mind for me - time to feed it.  While I'm waiting, I decide
to make a pit stop at the local soul food restaurant.  I was starving!!

I drive around to the restaurant to pick up dinner.  When I return, I see his
car.  Ok, where is he?  I pull into the parking lot, shutting off the car.  As I
open the door, I see him step out of the shadows.  Damn, he scared me.  I start
apologizing when I found out he urgently needs to use the bathroom.  I'm asking
him a thousand questions as I'm opening the door.  He flies past me and straight
into the facilities.  I'm glad that I was only five minutes away from the house,
for his sake.  I laugh to myself, when he comes out with a definite look of
relief on his face.

He goes back out to his car to pick up his things.  He comes back in, sits
everything on the dining room table.  I turn around and he grabs me and
feverishly plants a kiss on me that curls my toes in my sneakers.  I try to say
something like, "I am going to make you a key, so next time this happens, you
will have it so you don't have to wait for me."  But I don't get very far.  The
next thing I know is my clothes are being peeled from my body, and I see them
flying in the air.  And I thought I could strip in a hurry, but damn, he has me
beat by a long shot!!

I try to ask him other questions, but I'm not getting very far.  "Why didn't you
knock on Grace's door?"

He answers, "I have no idea what kind of car she has, or if she was home, if she
had company."

Fair enough.  "Why didn't you go up to Mabel's if you had to go badly?  She
would have let you in."

"And I probably wouldn't have made it back out the door in one piece.  You know
the looks I was getting the other day."

Yes I do remember vividly.  If I were a jealous person, I would have smothered
her with her own tits, without leaving any fingerprints!  Especially since hers
are quite larger than my own!

How did we end up on the floor?  Just a minute ago, we were standing in the
middle of the living room floor with his hands firmly planted on my ass cheeks.
Now all I can feel is my nipples being deliciously assaulted, and particularly
curious set of fingers working in between my legs, causing a juicy reaction.
I'm in heaven, and I don't want to come back down to earth.

He makes a mistake.

My sweet lover stops to take a breath, giving me a chance to pounce upon him
again, attacking and chewing on his ears.  I still to this day have absolutely
no idea why I react to his ears as I do, all I know is, I have to have them, and
I have to have them, NOW!  He is trying to squirm away from me, but I have all
of my weight upon his body, and it is a little difficult for him to move. 

I am chewing on those fleshy luscious globes, and he is trembling, twitching and
screaming in pain/pleasure.  Just hearing him this way makes me hornier than I
have ever been in my life.  I try to be a good girl, and alternate between his
ears, face and throat, but the deliciously lusty evil twin in me takes over and
I end up right back where I started - his ears.

I move slowly further down his body placing kisses and tongue licks on every
inch of my hunk of human masculinity.  I can't get enough of him.  I spot
something which I haven't placed my well-deserved attention to in quite a while
now. 

I feel like a newborn child as I hungrily suck on those ripe nipples, just
begging to be nibbled and paid strict attention to.  It is as though they are
calling out to me, and of course I just have to take precedence and heed the
call.  I bite down his left nipple and I hear him groan, turning me on even
more.  Something in the back of my brain is saying, "Take it easy, there won't
be anything left if you bite it off."  But the evil twin hops back upon me,
taking over and I just lose it.

I move further down his body...  Jackpot!

I inch slowly towards my feast for the evening.  Damn it looks good standing in
the wind and just twitching its ass off!  My favorite chocolate lollypop,
anxiously awaiting Mommy to suck it down my throat with glee.  And suck it down,
I do indeed!

He manages to roll me over onto my side into a 69 position, continuing his
luscious attack upon my clit.  He gets so swept away in lust, it feels as though
he is going to bite it off, but it feels good having him pounce upon me.  I
can't get enough of him...  I never want to get enough of him...

I think I hear a voice in the shadows...

"Fuck me..."

He urges me on top of him, straddling him just under his belly button.  It feels
delicious sitting astride him.  I have never really cared for being on top; to
me, it feels kinda awkward, at first.  But at this point, my lover doesn't care.
He wants to see my face as I'm being impaled on his manhood.  It is a pretty
awesome feeling to slide down on this cock and let the erotic sensations sweep
over me.  My eyes widen as the penetration continues,  I'm filled to the brink.

With me impaled on him, it also gave me a chance to attack his ears and face.
licking him from one side to the other, driving him totally crazy.  He starts
bucking,  I feel like I'm riding a bronco.  My breasts are jumping to and fro,
and the nipples harden with each stroke.

Ron rolls over, and he's in the dominant position.  He literally flips over,
with my cunt firmly wrapped around his cock.  He looks down at me and I'm
wearing the most devilish, evil smile.  That gives him the incentive to turn me
around again, half of me hanging off the couch, the other half being fucked into
oblivion.

Ron plunges into me, the familiar feeling of delicious heat engulfs me. He
started to groan, and I feel his pulses splashing inside of my cunt, lapping up
each spurt that's coming from him.  We both are breathless and sweaty, breathing
heavily.  I have this incredulous grin on my face, one which I can't seem to get
it to fade away.

We managed to make it to our bedroom sometime on Saturday.  I never knew fucking
on the floor felt so good!

Every time I moved a muscle, Ron's dick moved with me, even when he was not in
me...

We get up and get orange juice.  Gee it seems that is all the nourishment I can
get Ron to take...for the moment...

The next day, after we have recovered somewhat from many, many punishing hours
of happily being sucked, licked and fucked, I suggest we take care of a few
minor details - like breakfast - and to have a set of keys made.  We reluctantly
put our clothing back on with the promises they will be stripped off later, and
head to the outside world. 

I make the suggestion we go and meet one of my long-time friends.  Rachel has
always kidded me she never got the chance to meet any of my lovers.  She always
heard me talk about Greg, and she heard his voice over the telephone, but in
eight years, they never laid eyes on each other.  Which was typical for him.  I
had several lovers during this period, they knew about Greg, but he never knew
about the others.

We missed Rachel right after breakfast, so we dashed home to engage in another
round of what seemed like endless lovemaking.  We went back out to get the keys
made, why we didn't do it before, I have absolutely no idea.  Found Rachel this
time, came back and started our frenzied passions all over again until Ron left
on Sunday.

Before he left, he looked down at me with those dark brown eyes and smiled.
"One more for the road," he said.   He swept me up in his arms, giving me a
passionate kiss that started all of my body twitching all over again.  

As I heard him start up his car, I sighed.  My nipples throbbed happily in
unison with my cunt.  My lust sated, even if it is just for the moment.  I close
my eyes for some well deserved sleep.
 Ron's Story - Continued

I wish it were possible to accurately verbalize the sexual energy which flows
between Lynn and I.  I've had lovers in the past which I've found either
bothersome or, at best, interesting.  I know in my relationship with Melissa,
years ago, I thought I would never run across anyone with more sexual energy.

I must have been kidding.  I don't know where she gets it from; it's like she is
consumed with lust every moment of her life.  Through the first couple of months
of our meeting, I've laid pipe to her like I've never done it before, even
surprising myself at the level of endurance.

And she keeps coming back for more.  For the longest time, I would sit and think
about this, truly worried.  I thought Melissa to be insatiable at one point
until I made love to her for four straight hours, finally wearing her out so
much she couldn't continue.

Lynn is something entirely different, though.  She admitted to me once that
she'd never really experienced an orgasm until we got together, something I find
remarkable where she is concerned, but not unusual as far as women go.  In fact,
Melissa had pretty much said the exact same thing.

I know she loves to have her pussy eaten and, modesty aside, if there's one
thing I do well in bed, it's eating pussy.  The awesome size of her pussy and
clit just seem to motivate me to new heights.  I know she's had some pretty
shattering orgasms with my mouth on her.  Shit, I've had quite a few myself
while doing her!

And she keeps coming back.  Never before have I ever had the pleasure of being
with someone who is just as sexually intense as I am - and then some.  As I may
have said earlier in my tale, I've never spent so much time with my cock in my
hand!  Just thinking about making love with Lynn is enough to get me rock hard
and in need of release.

Even at work, I hear her voice, my dick reacts.  There haven't been very many
days where we've spoken on the phone and I haven't been fully erect and dripping
cum.  Every now and then, one of the women at work will wear Red and I can feel
my nuts tightening as the scent triggers some pretty exciting memories.

I remember the night I came down to the apartment, right before Christmas.  When
I got there, her next door neighbor was out in the hallway, hanging decorations.
As I exchange greetings with her, I hear Lynn's voice through the closed door -
and she is loud and angry about something.  Cutting off my conversation with
Grace, I grab my keys and rush into the apartment to find...

Nothing.  Grace's telling me she didn't think Lynn was home, yet I can hear her
pitching a bitch with someone.  I pretty much ignore Grace's remarks and go
searching for my baby, thinking something bad is happening.  I dash into the
bedroom.  No Lynn, and she's not in the den, either.  Now I'm really confused
because I can clearly hear her.

Dummy.  Did you think to look in the bathroom?  I stick my head in the darkened
bathroom and find Lynn sitting in the tub soaking and arguing with someone on
the phone.  She looks up at me, smiles, and waves and goes right back to
arguing.  Needless to say, I'm relieved to find she's okay, so I undress and
join her in the warm, bubbly water.

Her smile widens as I ease into the tub and we go through a little shuffling and
rearranging for a few moments.  A funny thought crosses my mind in that this tub
ain't big enough for both of us.  Anyway, after a few minutes, I learn she's
having an argument with her father.  They're going back and forth and I take
advantage of the situation, reaching underwater and playing with her clit.

She then tells her father that she doesn't feel like arguing with him any more
and that she's got a man with a big dick in the tub with her and she going to
fuck him for all she's worth.  He must have asked her how I got in there because
she told him that I have a key.  I wish you could have seen the look on my face,
especially after she said, "Here.  My father wants to talk to you."

She hands me the phone and now I'm talking to her father.  I can tell he's got
nine sheets to the winds and, honestly, I really wasn't paying much attention to
what he had to say.  I was, however, polite.  Eventually, I hand her back the
phone and I get out of the tub - the water's stone cold.  Lynn says a few more
words and then hangs up the phone, laughing.

Of course, I just had to ask what all that was about.  After a few more giggles,
she tells me during her last trip home, she told her father she was gay.  And he
bought it.  I almost choked on my own spit when I started laughing.

As I'm drying Lynn's back, I flashed back to the last time we attempted to
shower together.  Do I need to tell you we didn't get close to being clean?
Good, because we didn't.  This time was no exception.

We head into the bedroom and I immediately throw myself onto her, kissing her
like a starving man.  God, I love her lips!  Of course, this gets her to
giggling because I'm all over her.  I get my mouth on her neck and the giggles
vanish, replaced with her moans of delight.  I'm sucking away happily while my
fingers are working on her clit and nipples.

A sharp intake of breath tells me I've got her full attention as I work my
fingers in and out of her now-soaking wet cunt.  I leave her neck (reluctantly)
and concentrate on those huge nipples, which are now very much erect.  Of all
the women I've ever loved, only Melissa had larger nipples, although hers are
more wide than long - about an inch across if I'm right.  Lynn's nipples are
just about a full inch long and I love biting them and sucking them as hard as I
think she can take it.

I feel her pussy contract against my fingers - she's coming and I can feel her
hot juices coating my hand.  The high-pitched squeal coming from her excites me,
as does her fucking against my fingers, which are crossed inside of her.

Okay, enough of this; it's time to have dinner.  Slowly, I withdraw my fingers,
inhaling the tangy aroma before plunging my face into the source.  I hear
another sigh as my tongue snakes inside her, forcing her tight muscles apart so
I can lap up her juices.  I can feel her clit throbbing against the underside of
my chin - a curious feeling, to be sure - and I can't wait until I get that
miniature cock in my mouth.  Drawing my tongue out of her slit and along the
underside of her clit (Jesus, it is so fucking big), I feel her shiver,
intensifying my desire.

I suck her into my mouth hungrily and I'm so excited with feeling the head of
her clit touching the roof of my mouth!  Ah, but this means the entire, thick
head is fully out of its sheath and I go to town on the sensitive knob,
rejoicing in the way its jerking crazily in my mouth.  Not that there's anything
freaky about Lynn, outside of the size of her clit, this is so much like sucking
cock it isn't funny.  Two inches long and about half that size thick, I truly
have the best of both worlds because I can use skills for eating pussy as well
as sucking dick.

Lynn's bucking against my face as I devour her.  She raises her knees to give me
better access and I stick a finger inside of her.  She cries out and this huge
clit/cock is pulsing in my mouth something fierce.  I'm actually expecting a
load of semen to flow, that's how much eating her resembles doing a guy.  Finger
wet with her juices, I ease my finger into her tight ass hole, up to the first
knuckle and I hear her say, "Oh, shit."

I don't want to hurt her, so I just wiggle my fingertip inside her ass, making
her fuck my face faster and harder.  Her clit goes completely hard and she
shudders out of control as she gets swept away by another sweet orgasm.  Gently,
I remove my finger and tone my sucking down to just gently sucks and licks.  I
can feel streams of pre-cum pouring from my cock onto her breast, so I reach
down and grab it, rubbing the sticky fluid on her nipple, which sends ripples of
pleasure through both of us.  Within a minute or so, her clit is soft in my
mouth, so I sit up to lick my juices off her nipples.

Mmm.  I just love the way I taste on her as I let my tongue fly across her
nipple.  There was a time I could easily suck my own cock (I've gotten a bit
inflexible in my old age to try it now), so I know what my stuff tastes like.
But on her, it is a great deal more pleasurable.  Now, it's Lynn's turn to
pleasure me.  Here's a strange thought or two for you to consider.

I love the way she makes love to me.  Hot, intense, and extremely passionate.
I've even heard her growling softly as she's nibbling on my ears or sucking me.
I can't imagine any man not being well taken care of in bed with her.  Lynn's
intensity is scary in a good way.  In my mind, I can't wait for her to turn me
into 200 pounds of putty.  Yet, at the same time, I dread it because each time
we make love, my animal creeps further out of its cage and the last thing I want
to do is to lose control and accidentally hurt her.

Lynn is happily sucking on my left ear (I suppose she likes that one better than
my right ear), alternating between moaning and giggling.  Her pace increases and
I idly start to worry about my earrings as her teeth clatter over them.  She's
holding my head in one hand, my cock in the other and laying across me, pinning
me.  I'm helpless and she knows it as I try to get away from her.

Does it sound like I panicked?  Well, to my everlasting shame, I did.  I try to
move her and find I have no strength whatsoever.  Then, I hear that evil chuckle
in my ear as she asks me, "Where are you going?  Oh, no, your ass is mine!"

My cock is quivering in her hand as an orgasm washes over and through me so hard
and fast I feel like I just came all over her hand.  As she moves down to my
nipples, I sneak a peak at my cock, still firmly in her grasp.  I don't see
anything running down her hand, and I'm really getting scared because the orgasm
I just felt is normally associated with hot, pearly spunk.

After torturing my nipples, Lynn goes to work on my cock.  The instant she takes
me into her mouth, I have another orgasm, more intense than the last one.  My
cock is really jerking in her mouth, so much she had to steady it with her hand.
I'm thinking, "Shit, I just came in her mouth - I know I did."

I hadn't.  Lynn is moaning and giggling like a madwoman as I feel her tongue
swirling around the head of my dick.  She takes me as deep as she can and moans
delightfully, sending more shivers down my spine.  With a wet, popping sound,
she takes me out of her mouth and laughs wickedly.

Just the break I needed.  I get up a little and make my way between her legs
searching for her clit.  You can tell when I found it because the evil laugh
gets cut off quickly.  My tongue is sliding into her slit - God, this is some
good-tasting pussy!  Side by side, we lick and suck each other, each trying to
overwhelm the other.

The tide turns in my favor!  I've got her on top of me, somewhere I know she
doesn't want to be, and I'm eating the shit out of her.  She falls forward,
which opens her up to me and I go to town on her, shoving my tongue into her
hard and fast.  Ah, but what is this?  With my eyes adjusted to the dark room, I
can see the wrinkled circle of her ass.

So, I insert my tongue and get busy.  I find it to be an interesting taste,
strangely sweeter than her pussy, which normally has a sweet taste to it.  I
must be doing something she likes because she's moaning and groaning, grinding
her ass into my face.  This is really putting a horrific strain on my neck, so I
use a pillow to prop my head up.  Now comfortable, I go back to sucking her
wetness, using my hands to encourage her to fuck my mouth.

Lynn obliges me and within seconds, her thick clit is sliding in and out of my
mouth, her pussy leaking an ocean of girl-stuff all over my face.  I suppose she
got tired from being on her knees, especially after the orgasm she had, because
she rolls carefully off me, panting heavily and trying to focus her eyes.

I sit up and look at my handiwork.  I know we both look a mess, but she's in
worse shape than I am.  My passions are roaring out of control, the fires of my
lust searing me and something broke inside me.  I reached down and spread her
legs and she asked me what I was doing.  I don't remember ever answering her,
but I think the feeling of my mouth gobbling up her clit again was answer
enough.

Lynn's cursing like a sailor now and it adds to my excitement as she bucks under
my relentless mouth and tongue.  In the back of my mind, I know I've eaten her
to the point where she's super-sensitive and the raspy feel of my tongue must be
causing her some pain.  I let a glob of saliva coat her once again swollen clit
and her thrashing subsides a little.  Using my lips to draw back her foreskin, I
grabbed her clit and sucked on the exposed head really hard, my tongue running
along the head faster than even I though possible.

I can feel her hands pushing against my head, trying to dislodge me.  Hah.  Good
try, babe.  Nothing is going to stop me from eating this pussy right off her
body.  I am insane as I continue to punish her clit, snaking my tongue into her
slit for a few before resuming my attack on her clitty.  Then I heard something
I thought I'd never hear.  

"No, stop!  Please stop!"

That was enough to break through my lust-induced insanity.  Instantly, I sat up
and looked at her.  She was sobbing gently, her hands covering her eyes.  My
erection, once proud and raging mightily, vanished.  What had I done?  I felt so
bad...
 Lynn's Story: Continued

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing home at this hour?"

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

"You should be working, like other people."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, stop!  Please stop!

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


Ron: Continued

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not sure."

"Did I hurt you?"

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

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

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


Lynn: Continued

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

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

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

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

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

He asks me "What happened?"

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

"Did I hurt you?"

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

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

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

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

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


Ron: Continues

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Lynn's Story: Continued

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


Ron:

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

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

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

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

Biting?

Oh, yes!  Once, I latched onto her neck with such fervor I almost drew blood.
Since then, I have to keep reminding myself not to bite her too hard.

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

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

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

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


Lynn's Story: Cont.

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

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

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

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


A parting note from Ron:

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

Ron and Lynn


Rob Morton


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