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Genesis, An On-line Romance
by RB Morton2 (khaan@mindspring.com)

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The trials and tribulations of on-line romances. (MF)

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RON:

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. 

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:

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:

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:

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:

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 without 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:

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:

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 peek 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 thought 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:

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, it's 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:

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:

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:

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:

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:

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 & LYNN

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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