7 comments/ 60273 views/ 18 favorites Tall Texas Redhead By: johnnieblue44 We met on-line on one of those popular dating sites. The PG-rated ones, although we quickly escalated our electronic and telephonic conversations into the triple-x genre. In fact, we devised our own plan for our own domain name, designed to put couples together strictly for the purpose of fucking, no pretense or false representations at all. However, I digress. I had recently relocated back from the Midwest to my hometown on the East Coast, back where I belong. Although, my profile still listed me as living in Ohio. She had relocated, as most people do, for a relationship. She was originally from Texas, but now lived in central Ohio. Talk about culture shock! Besides, what a conundrum between choosing between the Buckeyes and the Longhorns in a football game. Personally, I think orange was more her color than scarlet and gray. But, geez, again, I digress. Something about her immediately and intuitively told me that she was a creative, daring, articulate, inquisitive, and intelligent woman. Little did I know the pleasant surprises that would await me in those regards, wow! Intelligent women make the best lovers, and she stimulated me intellectually, a tremendous and powerful aphrodisiac. She, in turn, was captivated by my own boldness, a fellow Aries, capturing her imagination instinctively. Our first e-mails were rather generic, but heightening in flirtatiousness. I decided to hasten the dialogue by asking her if she wanted me to vividly describe why I had such a wild attraction to tall women, and redheads, my favorite combination. Naturally, she was intrigued, and my next e-mail served to completely hook her, she was mine. "I love the taste of a true redhead," I wrote. "The taste of a redhead's pussy is like the sweetest nectar, a fruit, like fresh strawberries, clean, fresh, juicy, intoxicating. I will derive great pleasure my pleasing you with my mouth and tongue and fingers, while we both savor your wonderful flavor. And, your height....statuesque...regal........it is a tremendous turn-on to me to be with a woman taller than myself. Many men cannot handle it because of their own insecurities. On the other hand, I find it amazingly seductive to know that the beautiful, tall woman on my arm is the object of other mens' envy as we would walk hand-in-hand. And, knowing that once we reached our private quarters, our ultimate destination, that I would take complete and total control of that long, lean, wonderful body, taking both ankles within my strong hands and gripping them tightly, pulling your legs over my shoulders and spreading them wide, thrusting into you with one hard, deep, knowing stroke, watching your beautiful torso pulsate and writhe and wriggle to the feel of my cock buried within you, fucking you the way you haven't been in far too long." Her reaction to this was palpable, even distinguishable from only an electronic perspective for the time being. We had finally found the unmistakable connection and chemistry that we had both been seeking. it's so elusive, isn't it. to find that? Yet, when it is there, the excitement can only culminate in one conclusion. Wild, intense, incredible.....fucking! It was as if the floodgates had opened. She revealed to me her own many sexual desires, and it was more than I could have hoped for. She looked so innocent, so pure, her classically beautiful face covered in the softest freckles. It's always those quiet, innocent-looking ones that turn out to be the wildest, isn't it? She was bi-sexual, she loved women as well, and she was not hesitant to take the lead and pick up women, in bars, co-workers, neighbors, strangers. She loved to give oral, and described to me the pleasure that she would bring to me by her talents. (Of course, I was skeptical because if I had a nickel for every woman who told me she gave the best blow jobs, well, I'd probably have about forty-five cents or so. But, again, I digress.) She told me that she had no gag reflex, that she could deep-throat anyone or anything. She loved, craved anal sex, loved to be fucked in the ass. Best yet, it had literally been years since she had been with a man. She had been in a loveless marriage without any emotional or physical contact for far too long. She was now more than ready to explore, to lust, to be taken, in every way. Little did she know, at that point, that she had captivated my interest completely as well. Little did I know, though, just how much. We made our plans to meet Our mutual parental responsibilities first had to be considered, to clear up a time when we were both free. We decided that an upcoming Wednesday would work best, right before the Christmas holidays. I would fly out that afternoon and fly right back the following morning. She was to make all the arrangements for accommodations, amenities, toys, etc. Turns out, she planned exceedingly well. She was full of pleasant surprise after pleasant surprise. I described the wardrobe that I requested for her to wear to greet me, and she giggled that wonderful, charmingly sinister giggle of hers, and she purred, "How wonderfully decadent." (Gosh, I think that meant yes.) I sat on the plane as it descended for its landing, and I looked around at the other passengers, mainly weary businessmen either flying to or returning from a long day's travel, no doubt. I considered how many of them would be met by a beautiful woman whose only intent for the next sixteen hours was to give and receive extreme carnal pleasure to a total stranger. I further considered how many of them would trade places with me right now if only they knew the greeting that awaited me. Every single damned one of them , I concluded. I felt like the proverbial million dollars as I left the plane, confident and flushed with excitement in anticipation of the evening and morning ahead. I saw her as soon as I exited the security area. I gasped inwardly, inaudibly. Her face was essentially perfect, at least for my tastes. She was much, much prettier in person than she even was in her photos. I stopped for just a split-second, soaking her in. she was dressed in a long, gray, wool winter's coat that revealed only a few inches of her lean, tapered ankles, which sat on high heels of about three and a half inches so that she almost towered over me, a full four inches taller than myself. (It is always a good sign when you spot a great ankle on a woman. You know that the higher you get, the better the chances are that the ankles are connected to parts equally alluring.) he rest of her torso was completely covered by the coat buttoned tight across her neck, but I could see a noticeable protrusion from her chest. Wow, added bonus, I thought, big tits, too! I approached her and she smiled, her lips curling mischievously, her blue-gray eyes sparkling, her auburn hair falling gently over her shoulders, her freckles almost tickling her nose as her face lit up with a mixture of relief, glee, and desire. I reached her and pulled her gently towards me, my arm slipping around her waist, and I had to almost stand on my tip-toes to reach up and find her warm mouth. She sighed gently as we kissed in the midst of the crowd, envious men scurrying by, trying unsuccessfully not to be obvious in their glances towards us. It excited me tremendously to have such a tall, stunning woman in a passionate display of public affection. I pulled my head back from her mouth. "Why, hello, Becky," I smiled. "Hello, yourself, John. You talk too much. Wanna get out of here?", she asked, taking me by the hand and leading me toward the moving walkway that led outside to the covered garage. "Our chariot awaits." We quickly reached her SUV, parked on the top level of the exposed garage, and I again reached for her to pull her towards me and kiss her. However, she pulled back, admonishing me to be patient. I asked her how long is the ride, assuming we were going to her house in Westerville. Her eyes twinkled as she grinned, "About thirty seconds." As soon as we left the toll booth to lead out of the garage, she made a sharp right into the Concourse Hotel parking lot. As she cruised to a stop at the side door, she handed me a key. "Room 218. That is the first surprise. I knew I couldn't wait and longer. God, I am so wet." I kissed her on the cheek, flattered that she had taken this extra little step. I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait, either, such was my eagerness to consummate our fantasy after weeks of electronic and telephonic foreplay. The game was to begin, play ball! We hastily made our way up the side steps, not wanting to wait for the elevator (although that could have been fun). Despite my anxiousness, I somehow did not fumble with the key, and we entered our little love chalet for the next sixteen hours. Inside the room now, it was apparent that she had made a stop prior to picking me up. Soft music played on a CD player in the corner of the room, where on the same table a chilled bottle of wine stood in a basket. A small basket of fruit and crackers and cheese were next to the wine, and as my gaze continued, I noticed that two small candles were on either nightstand, dancing mystically from the slight breeze of the heater in the warm air. There was also a small camcorder on the dresser, and at my feet, I felt small metal poles. The tripod. She HAD brought it, just in case. Naughty girl. I turned to face her, to thank her, to show my gratitude, when I felt a tugging at my waistline. In one sure, swift motion, my belt eased from the straps on my jeans, and I saw that she was now sitting on the bed in front of me, staring intently at my crotch, her eyes blazing now, in complete control of me. She knew it, she craved it and now so did I. I was not used to a woman being so prepared, so creative, so aggressive. I was as hard as steel, every fiber within me oozed with lust for this tigress now on the prowl for her prey, my cock. With one hand, she pulled at my zipper, and with the other, she adeptly opened the buttons on her full coat, now lounging from her shoulders. For the first time, I saw her attire beneath the winter coat. She was wearing only black lacy thigh-high stockings, attached with garters to a sheer black thong panty, with a push-up black bra. From beneath the material of the bra her swollen, taut, pink nipples protruded from the fabric. The first sight of a beautiful woman that you had known you were going to take to bed is always one of a man's greatest pleasures, almost as good as the sex itself. there is something about the chase, the capture, you want to admire the prize. However, in this case, while trying in vain to soak in this vision of loveliness now below me on the bed as I stood above her, my visual tactile sense was clearly taking a back seat to the instantaneous sensation of Becky's warm, hot, wet tongue, and pale-red-hued lipstick now encircling my cock in one, deep, swift gulp as her left hand pulled my buttocks through my jeans and she rammed my long cock deep into her mouth.Oh...my..fucking..God!..... This woman was not kidding about her oral skills, Jesus H. Christ!!!! There are a precious few moments in all of all our lives, and certainly isolated smidgens in our sex lives, that we will undoubtedly hold onto forever, indelibly etched in our minds. Kind of like the Kennedy assassinations or when your favorite team wins the championship, when you remember exactly where you were and how you felt. Such was the sensation when Becky took me inside of her throat. It was the blowjob I'd waited my whole life for. I'll never forget. And, the fun was just beginning. I smiled and watched her masterfully pleasure my entire length, her hand alternating between stroking the base of my shaft and cupping my growing balls. Slight strands of saliva ran down her chin as she moaned between gulps. I pulled her coat off of her shoulders, and as it felt to the floor, I grabbed her lovely hair gently with one hand and tossed the curls aside so I could watch her face swallow me whole, while my other hand tenderly stroked her neck and shoulders, easing the black bra straps down slowly until they fell from her breasts, freeing her ample tits. Her tongue and mouth worked wonders on my cock. Usually, I have trained myself so that I can endure almost any oral talent for many, many minutes without cumming, until I've at least had the chance to fuck the woman providing such pleasure to me. With Becky so expertly sucking me, however, I soon found the unmistakable tingle of pre-cum building up on the head of my cock, and my balls swelled, like a small volcano, gurgling and hissing with an explosion of white, hot, gooey lava that would soon erupt. I'm not a geologist, but I sure know what a volcano feels like. It didn't matter at this point anyway, Becky was in complete control of my entire being, and relishing in it. She smiled wickedly at me while now looking deep into my eyes. Is there anything more provocative than a woman who looks you right in the eye while smiling with her cock buried in her mouth. (The answer to that pop quiz, students, is, "NO!!!!") No matter how hard I would have tried to prolong the inevitable transfer of semen from my sac to her mouth, it was well beyond my powers to resist. I let myself relax more, if that were possible, and Becky, almost sensing my every thought, pulled me down to the bed so that I sat on the edge, as she turned around, while still on her knees, and accelerated her oral attack on my nuts and throbbing dick while kneeling between my thighs. My balls tightened further as I desperately and valiantly tried to hold back my seed. Becky would have none of it, though, she now swallowed the entire length into her tight mouth, her pretty face now bouncing against my curly pubic hair and stomach, and sucked wildly and more tightly. There were her lips, tongue, mouth, jaw, fingers, hands, hair, eyes, all working as one in rhythm to make me explode. To paraphrase Ed McMahon, "Heeeerrrre cummmmms Johnnie!!!" Fireworks, sparks, angels singing, lights flashing, knees weakening. Good God Almighty, I had met my match all right. My dream woman, still sucking eagerly at my cock, cum dripping from her lips, hands feverishly stroking my balls, attempting to milk every last micro-ounce of cum from my twitching cock. I don't even know if there is an official metric measure of a 'micro-ounce', but if there is, by God, Becky swallowed it. I looked down at her, still on her knees, smiling coquettishly at the pleasure she had just wrought. My cock released from her mouth with an audible pop. I tried to catch my breath, thinking I had just experienced the equivalent of an ultimate thrill ride for penises. (Can I go on it again, puh-leeze?!?) I leaned down and kissed her gently, sharing my cum (hey, not bad, not bad at all!), and took her face in my hands, cupping it between my palms. I grinned at her and she grinned back, obviously proud of her work, as her chest heaved and she gazed at me with a smug, "I told ya so, didn't I?" look on her face. I whispered in her ear,"Thank you," and then, in the next breath, "Your turn," and I lifted her from the floor and propped her gently on the bed, seeing her long, lean frame stretched out horizontally for the first time, drinking in the sight again, savoring her beauty. I pulled the bra completely off of her breasts, tugging at each pink, hard nipple playfully, and pulled aside the front of her thong. She instinctively arched her ass off of the bed, anticipating that I would pull her panties off or down, but I gently pushed her stomach downward and said, "They are staying on, for now. I want to play, to tease. I want to taste you. I will take your panties off when you tell me you want my cock, when you want me to fuck you." With that, I pulled her lips apart and smelled the essence of sweet perfume emanating from inside of her cunt. Her lips were already soaked, oozing white juices, and I flattened my tongue down hard and firm on her pussy, licking the outside, grazing and nibbling on her inner thighs, my hand reaching beneath her and caressing her buttocks, lifting her from the bed a few inches, and then, slowly, flicked the very tip of my tongue over the side of her clit, watching the hood pop out completely, her bright pink lips glistening, trembling, and I poked my middle finger deep inside of her in one unexpected motion, and the response was a long, loud, deep, guttural, primal grunt from her, followed by low, repeated squeals and moans. My lips now took her clit and sucked, and sucked, and pulled, now two fingers snugly inside of her cunt. My mission with Becky now was to reciprocate and hopefully present her with even a fraction of the pleasure that she had just given to me. From the sound and looks of things, I was succeeding. That fresh strawberry taste that I had imagined for so long was actually even better than I could have ever hoped for. It had been years since I had savored a strawberry milkshake, but that was all I could think of as an accurate analogy as I drank her juices as they gushed from within her walls. Her stomach heaved and the frequency and intensity of her moans were like music to my ears (which were now being squeezed tightly by her long, milky thighs). She was LOUD, another supreme turn-on, indicating her enjoyment. She was writhing and groaning like a woman who hadn't been licked in years..because she hadn't been. Timing is everything, right? And, boy, was this fortuitous timing. I stroked my own cock as I savored her sweet cunt. My cock had stayed hard from the moment she had drained me, it never softened, such was my complete ecstasy with this beautiful vixen, now my sex kitten, my slut. I knew she would do anything, and we soon would. I raised my head ever so slightly away from her muff and managed to mutter, "Do you want me to fuck you now?" She laughed and said, "I'll let you decide." I took that as a yes. I stood up on the floor next to the bed. There would be a much time later in the evening for tender and explorative love-making, but this wasn't it. This was fucking time, hard and rough and fast. When a woman is that aroused, she is not interested in being taken gently, she wants to be fucked. Hard. I swiftly undid her bra and pulled her panties down which were dangling on the side of her sopping twat, and tossed them aside. I took her long legs over my shoulders and grabbed her ankles, exactly as I had written to her and promised would do, and with one deep, manic thrust, rammed my entire stiff log deep into her. "Oooohhhhhhhh," she groaned, head now tossing from side to side, eyes half closed, lifting her ass off the bed to match my frantic thrusts. I was a man possessed, I had fucked so many women but can truly say that I had never so desired one such as this beautiful creature who was now firmly surrounding my long dick with her tight, soaking pussy, groaning and heaving and screaming, her muscles within gripping me, grabbing for me, lunging for my cock, ever deeper. We continued this frantic fucking with her on her back until I had to feel different parts of her insides. I first rolled her on her side and criss-crossed her legs, caressing her lovely, round ass as I did so. As she wobbled slightly, I next pushed her onto her knees and raised her ass high in the air, giving me perfect access to fuck her from behind. Her cascading hair flowed back onto her back, and I grabbed the reddish-brown manes between my fingers, using her locks for leverage and support as I fucked her as hard as I humanly could, using my other hand to grab her tight buttocks. She moaned over her shoulder, "It feels like you are up to my throat, you are so fucking hard, so deep, pound me, fuck me, God, yes." My cock snapped against her cervix, bending slightly with each thrust, yet never wavering. I felt her thighs tremble and her cunt begin to rumble even tighter around my shaft, and I next heard her screams, the intensity and quickness of her shuddering orgasm surprising me. it was all I could do to hold onto the ass of this wild vixen, now my little slut, as she bucked and rode my cock from behind while she gasped for air in small gulps. I slowed my pace mercifully, mainly from my own exhaustion, which despite my complete desire now gripped my body. I collapsed on top of her as she also fell to the mattress, the two of us still deeply entwined, still connected at the genitals, completely and utterly sated yet also on the verge of simultaneous black-outs. If there was a pictionary for the phrase 'fucking each other's brains out' this would have been the photo for the caption. (Hey, that tripod might come in handy after all.) Tall Texas Redhead We rested for a few minutes, each holding the other tightly, neither saying a word. No words could begin to capture the mood. The room was completely filled with the scent of our sex, my cock still throbbing, still hard, her own body quivering almost imperceptibly in small tremors, after-shocks. I summoned all of my strength to kneel over her and let my eyes wander over her body, absorbing her visually for the first time, at least now that she was totally naked except for the thigh-highs still gripping her legs. "My God, you are just beautiful," I gushed, and she leaned up to kiss me. It wasn't just an attempt at flattery. The words flowed from me completely spontaneously. he hair was tossed into her glowing eyes in that wonderful 'just freshly fucked' look. Her skin was flushed, her cheeks rosy, her skin milky white in the beginning of the Ohio winter, yet the pale freckles dotted her spectacular body. Her tits were larger than I would have ever thought for such a tall, lean, angular woman, firm, full, big, pink nipples escaping from light brown areolas. Her stomach was flat and firm, her pussy neatly shaved, and her mound protruded high from between her hips. My gaze continued down to her legs. Her thighs were spread wide apart still, almost unconsciously waiting for the next assault from my tongue and cock. I was happy to oblige. I gently took her stockings off, one by one. I suddenly felt a surge of renewed stamina wash over my body, and I lifted her up from the bed. "Come here, rest time is over," I urged, leading her to a corner of the room, taking her hands in mine and pulling her from her prone position. I stood her in front of the full-length mirror near the door and stood behind her, my hands roaming over her magnificent body. I drank in the beauty in front of me, my tactile senses now doubly aroused by seeing her image as I stroked and caressed her. Her eyes were shut tightly as she leaned her head back to kiss me deeply, passionately, hungrily, her own strength now returning, totally aroused. She kissed like Aphrodite, her oral ministrations on my mouth every bit equaled those that she used on my once-again stiffening cock. (If I was a betting man, I'd wager Aphrodite gave incredible head.) Her long fingers reached down to tug at my cock and she found it hard and ready. I took her head in my hand and pulled her neck forward so that she could enjoy the same sight that I was enjoying. My hands continued their exploration, over her stomach, her breasts, opening up her glistening pussy lips, which mesmerized us both as we watched the reflection. However, I just couldn't help my hands from wandering time and time again to her tits. They were PERFECT. Even Terri Hatcher would have to confess they were spectacular. Full, firm yet soft, round, gently pointing in different directions, away from her chest. "Why didn't you tell me you had such great tits?" I asked. "A woman can't reveal all of her surprises, ya know," she giggled. "Well," I answered, "speaking of surprises," and I tossed her backward onto the bed. "I have a great big surprise for you," and I knelt next to her and began to run my mouth down her stomach to her gaping pussy, still drenched from our previous session, and licked just on top of her mound while my fingers kneaded her tits. My tongue teasingly found its way down to her cunt and I hungrily lapped and licked and sucked and savored. She tasted absolutely sensational, the sweetest pussy imaginable, clean, sweet, yummy. I cupped my hands beneath her and lifted her ass in the air and ran my warm tongue over and around and gently into her anus, and then upward onto that small, sensitive spot just between her asshole and her cunt, teasing, my other hand going up to her mouth and letting her suck on my fingers, still covered in her cum. With her attention duly diverted for a second, I sprang my 'surprise'. I knelt in front of Becky now and lifted those long luscious legs once again high in the air, over my shoulders. Our eyes locked onto each other. She looked at me with a wondrous combination of anxiety and lust. On the other hand, I just couldn't help myself from breaking out into a huge grin. It was almost as if I was removed from the scene, choreographing it from a perch far above. But this was no 'out-of-body' experience. I was going to take this lovely woman's ass, A woman who I had never met less than two hours ago, and she knew it, I knew it, and the only question was who wanted it more. I eased my cock into her slowly, gently, about one half-inch at a time. Speaking of surprises, I received a pleasant one myself as there was virtually no push back or resistance from her anal cavity. My cock fit and squirmed into her warm asshole tightly, yet almost perfectly. her head leaned back for a fraction of a second as I penetrated her sphincter, but almost as quickly her own radiant face broke out into a big smile. I softly pumped her and rocked her, my cock now sliding effortlessly into her ass. I looked down to allow myself another visual turn-on, as I watched my cock disappear and then re-appear, time after time, into her gaping hole. Her ass was clean and tight, this woman was simply magical in every way. My own living and breathing sex toy, as I was hers. Strangely, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be anal penetrating this gorgeous woman's ass. Where our recent inaugural session was pure, animalistic fucking, almost a carnal assault on each other, a contest of stamina and will, this was now tender, sweet, almost in slow motion. We spontaneously started a conversation as I still had her legs firmly within my grip, languishing over my head, while my cock rhythmically stroked her inside anal walls. This lasted a moment or two until I looked at her and said, "Do you realize I'm fucking you in the ass and we're sitting here having polite small talk as if we're at the dinner table?" We both burst into laughter, and she then looked at me naughtily and cooed, "I'm preparing dessert for you then." I then hopped off of her and ran my tongue all over her body, from her neck, spending lingering moments on her beautiful pink nipples and glorious tits, down her flat, heaving stomach swirling my tongue next over and around her labia and clit and vagina, and then up again, over and over, sending her into another delirious frenzy, teasing her, knowing I would make her explode again, but prolonging her desire, in total control. And she loved it. "You are amazing," she said, pulling my head back to look into my eyes. "Simply incredible. MY GOD." I have to admit, that was quite a motivator and ego boost. Blushing slightly now, I told her, "That's like Ted Williams complimenting me on my hitting." To her credit, she got the joke, she laughed! Boy oh boy, a woman who took it up the ass, gave world-class, mind-blowing head, a great sense of humor AND knew her baseball Hall-of-Famers' analogies. Where is that 24-hour wedding chapel when you need it? She shuddered softly, having had two or three smaller, trembling mini-orgasms in response to my tonguing, and then, catching her breath, ordered, "Your turn, go wash up." I brought back a hand towel and wash cloth to the bed, and we gently washed the juices and cum and liquids and other bodily oozings from our respective bodies. Becky opened up the bottle of wine, poured for both of us, and brought the small treat tray of food over to the bed. We lay there for a short time, savoring the wine, the food, the company, the comfort, feeding each other strawberries and cheese and crackers, nourishing our bodies for yet another inevitable round of passion. This time, it was Becky who initiated the next course of action, as if this was her scene to direct now. She took my arms and put them over my head and whispered, "Lay back." Sensing that something nice was about to transpire, and being the obedient boy that I am, I naturally complied. When a woman looks at you with twinkling, lust-filled eyes and tells you to lay back, it's usually a good omen for the home team, so to speak. I propped a pillow under my head so I could watch the wondrous spectacle unfold in front of me. As the old commercial goes, "I must be in the front row!" Becky grabbed my once-again stirring cock between her soft palms and tender fingers and began giving me a slow hand-job, while her mouth worked its way down the center of my body, running her tongue over my chest, around my nipples, and down my stomach. While still stroking me in a fascinatingly perfect cadence, she took a detour around my twitching member and kissed my inner thighs, sucking my skin between her lips, looking at me again, taunting me with her wicked stare, her eyes ablaze. While her first masterful blowjob was a frenetic, glorious act of abandoned and unbridled oral stimulation directly on Ground Zero (my cock), this time was completely different. As the French say' "Viva La Difference!" Or something like that. This time Becky did not engulf my cock at all with her beautiful, tight warm mouth around my cockhead and shaft. Instead, her hands continued to stroke me, as her mouth explored its way, softly slowly, around my balls, then licking and kissing my cockhead, her tongue twitching, dancing over me, and then licking along the side, and then her face disappeared from my sight, her body now lying completely prone on the bed, her ass gyrating, her legs swinging upward, as she found that tremendously sensitive spot right between my anus and the bottom of my balls, her mouth rotating, sucking, kissing, my cock stretched tighter than I could ever remember, such was the pleasure that she was providing to me. I didn't think it was possible, but I came again, powerfully, the intensity, surprising us both. The first shot of my semen squirted at least a few feet in the air, landing on my stomach and the back of Becky's silky hair, yet she still sucked my balls and below. I came, again, again, once more, Oh GOD, and another, Holy Fuck, and then spasmed to a groaning, heaving, merciful stop. I remember thinking at that very moment, the cum still leaking from the tip of my cock, "We are pissing away millions by not having this tripod and camcorder going, no one would believe this without seeing it." Becky climbed on top of me, and without saying another word, kissed me deeply and passionately, and we drifted off together to an exhausted slumber. We awoke twice more at about two-hour intervals during the night. The first session was another quick but furious fucking contest, our bodies basically becoming one, rubbing my own pelvis raw from the force of our genitals pounding at each others. Our second session, pre-dawn, was almost like a truce, a surrender to the reality of our fatigue. We began in the 69 position, slowly licking each other as I buried my face between her ass, pulling her cunt apart with my fingers, yet distracted completely but her magical moth working its wonders on my cock. Each time she sucked me she used a completely different technique and sensation, yet every one was offered with enthusiastic moans that emanated from her mouth, a very audible turn-on. If possible, her own scent and taste was even sweeter than before. She then climbed on top of me, taking control for awhile. I recall watching her silhouette on the wall, highlighted only by the dimming, flickering candlelight, as she rocked on top of me, watching her image move, her head fall back, entranced by the eroticism of it all. We made love, and that's what it was, slowly, and held each other tightly as I came inside of her and collapsed, hearing her contented sighs as my last sensation before again drifting off to sleep in each other's arms. My next semi-comatose sensation was waking up, stirred by the realization that she was not in bed with me. I heard the shower water running and lazily rolled over to glance at the alarm clock next to the bed. Seven-twenty-four. Yawn. I remembered that she had told me she had to be out and on the road by eight for a meeting with a client. My own flight home was not until mid-morning. I stretched, and realized every part of me was stiff or sore from the Olympic aerobic events of the previous hours. My poor cock dangled from between my legs and I tried to stiffen the pubic muscles to resurrect it. The poor Committee member, Between The Legs Johnnie, made a valiant but futile attempt to make one more courageous stand, but then slumped sadly over, as if to sputter, "No mas, por favor." Becky then appeared from the bathroom, her wet hair dangling down her shoulders, her long, fabulous body that I had just consumed in every way covered in a towel that only promised to cover her pussy (but fortunately failed), and smiled at me happily. "Good Morning, sleepyhead, I thought you bragged about your stamina?" I could only groan in submission. She looked radiant, though, like a woman who had just been fucked like she hadn't been in years. (Which, of course, she hadn't been.) She dressed in front of me, slipping on a pair of conservative pink panties with a matching bra, the transformation from insatiable slut and oral Goddess for the ages to Becky, the conservative business woman. It was like watching a butterfly morph back into the cocoon. (Well, kinda, work with me here on the analogies, OK?) No matter how conservative se was dressing this morning, though, nothing could hide those fantastic tits and long legs just a few feet in front of my eyes. Lazarus-like, like a beaten prize fighter rising from the canvas at the referee's count of nine after taking what seemed to be a sure knockout punch, Between The Legs Johnnie raised his head, instinctively aroused at the sight and smell and voice of the vision in front of him. Becky took notice, too. "Well, now that is impressive, you DO have some stamina after all, I see. I was beginning to think you were all talk and no action." she taunted. "I guess I'll have to pay my respects and bid adieu in a memorable way then." She tossed her hair back into a ponytail with one of those cute little scrunchy thingies that women have no idea just how much they turn on a guy, and reached for her blouse and sweater vest. She climbed on the bed next to me, and pulled the blankets from the bed completely. "I need access," she said and lowered her mouth again to my crotch. Her performance this time was almost clinically in its beautiful simplicity. It was like a talented musician finishing off a virtuoso show with a rousing encore, a crowd favorite. Her head bobbed swiftly up and down on my cock, causing it to somehow, miraculously, reach nearly its full length again. Her mouth created a perfect vacuum, the tightness demanding that she be rewarded with one more burst of my semen. I again watched her somewhat in awe of her talents, enjoying my good fortune to be the lucky recipient of this woman's pent-up sexual release, and asked admiringly, "You really love to suck cock, don't you?" At this point, I wasn't winning any contests for my witty and intelligent banter, but hey, those brains had already been fucked out, remember? Without hesitating even for an instant, she mumbled, "Mmmpphh." (I'm pretty sure that meant yes.) I didn't think it possible, but I felt that unmistakable gurgling from deep within the base of my testicles, and Becky, sensing or feeling the sensation in her mouth, stroked the bottom of my pubic bone beneath my balls and willed the last drops of cum into her warm mouth, lifting her head to then kiss me and share the salty tang of my cum on both of our tongues. She bounced from the bed, straightening her slightly tousled hair, and pulled on a pair of black silk pants and flat shoes, no heels. She quickly did a gathering of her bra, panties, garters, heels, food tray, corkscrew, tripod (yes, it was still there) that were strewn across the floor as if one of those Texas twisters touched down on our room, declining my half-hearted request to assist. She glanced at the alarm clock, seven-fifty-eight. "No, you stay right there, old man," she teased. "And rest up. You better bring your A-game next time." She leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the lips and then the forehead, tucking her bags beneath her arm and winked at me as she left the room. "Good bye, lover." she whispered. "Thank you." I haven't seen her since in over two years now. Readers, Beautiful Becky will be reading this and will undoubtedly be influenced by your feedback. Don't we deserve a sequel? This time, using the camcorder, to record the festivities for the archives? Hate to waste a perfectly useful tripod, after all. How does the audience vote? What say ye?