1 comments/ 17946 views/ 0 favorites Lonesome No More By: Xesevoli I'm a teacher. I teach several classes and have many students. For the most part my students are smart, inquisitive alert, attentive, respectful and quick to respond. When I'm teaching, I'm alone. I'm the source and the resource for my students. Like any leader, I'm expected to know what I'm doing and where we're headed. As the leader, I'm alone. I'm expected to present material, guide in the learning experience, and occasionally be a father confessor. But, I am alone. I live alone and not by choice. I drive alone, eat alone, and come home alone. I wash my own dishes and clothing and I clean when I want. I do my own shopping and buy what I want. I eat and wear what I want. I generate and pay my own bills. I intentionally bother no one, and I'm usually bothered by no one. I seldom have visitors and I seldom visit. As a teacher I have a computer. I use it for sketching and drawing, organizing and planning, grading and record keeping. I generate worksheets and handouts on it. I generate homework and I write quizzes and tests on it. It is a source and resource of information for me. Sometimes I need outside referencing and written contact and so I have a contract with an Internet Service Provider (an ISP) and use a telephone line for access. The computer is a tool for me, but it is also my communication center with the outside world. When I'm on the Web, I'm effectively cut off from my local world. I cannot receive telephone calls because I'm using the line. The computer has become my personal friend, and a provider of information, tutoring, purchasing, bill paying, music and radio, mail and entertainment. I use my computer and email for business, for contact between friends, and for communication with my students. Because I'm alone, I can be slovenly or kempt, puritanical or salacious, clothed or naked. Who would know or care? I enjoy writing, perhaps because I do so much of it as a teacher. I dream of being a professional writer. Perhaps because of that, and the Web, I can read or write what I want. I can enjoy anonymity if my material is bad, or bask in comfort with any praise of it. I'm a sexual animal, but I'm not a predator. Because I'm alone possibly, I enjoy reading and viewing sexually explicit material, but I strongly dislike hard porn, extreme fetish, bondage or gay material. For me the sex act is an item of beauty between two loving people and is frequently the culmination of a mutual heterosexual relationship. I have found a site or two on the web that is in general harmony with my thoughts. I can enjoy the appearance of a beautiful woman in all of her natural erotic beauty. I can read her own erotic words and sense her response in erotic situations. I can also read stories, personal and imaginary, of others' erotic relationships and see the yearning and desire of anonymous people. I can sense the predators and the lovers. I can find the lonely and unfulfilled. I can read about the fulfillment of a dream relationship. I can be a voyeur or a participant. All of this I can do while I'm alone. It still isn't more than superficially filling. I'd like a real relationship -- but I'm afraid -- and alone. Now my story begins. It is the story of reading and enjoying an erotically filling story written by a lady, a woman, a pleasing member of opposite gender. After I noticed one of her stories and read it, I found myself aroused. She wrote beautifully and erotically. Some words were obviously placed to appeal to the reader's prurient involvement, but these were well chosen and well placed in the story. After reading, I was fascinated enough to check her biography. Her picture was there and she is a beautiful woman and she had written several other stories as well. I read them all and could sense that she, too, was sexually alive. I used the site and sent her email, with my return address, telling her how much I enjoyed her work. I had no idea where she was located, or if she'd respond, and I didn't know her real name. However, I eagerly watched my mail in sincere hope that I might find more about her. I may be funny that way, but I enjoy knowing as much about a person as they'll allow. I like to know the personal detail of likes and dislikes and I like to know talents and abilities with any limitations. I'm also funny in that I do enjoy limited voyeurism -- watching from a distance and enjoying what I watch. It seemed amazing to me when she answered back. It was a short note but it asked a question or two giving me the option of actually replying. I told you that I'm a writer -- frequently too loquacious -- I wrote back in response to her questions and then added a few of my own. Again she responded. Her words and answers to my questions were honest and open. She didn't mind talking about sex and her personal attitude toward it. She even answered a few prurient questions that I've always had about women in general. I was born and raised in an all male family -- except for Mom. Through all of my life I've had no close female relationships that included communication at all levels of the mind -- no one but men to ask, until now. I was so enchanted by my thoughts of her and the limited photo she had shown in her bio that I wanted to know a lot more. I asked questions, a lot of questions. She had been married, and was close to my age, and a minor miracle because she too was a teacher. She was a very beautiful teacher. I asked if she had any additional photos and was astounded to receive several in various stages of undress. Some were immediately erotic to me. Her nude body was as beautiful as her face. Her breasts, hips, flat tummy, long beautiful legs, her back, her ass were at least as beautiful and she had long chestnut colored hair. I could look at a montage of her pictures and still talk with her. No one can imagine how awakening and fulfilling that experience was. I'm supposed to be confident, commanding, intelligent and in control as a teacher, but I was shy, subservient, struck dumb and in need of direction. Whenever she was available -- I tried to be on Instant Messenger and we talked for hours about everything. When she wasn't available, I sent email. I emailed her my stories for review and she responded with assistance and praise. What's a comma splice? Anyway, I tried to encourage her to write more, and she did, but she was a busy lady and had less available time. I was privileged to assist in reviewing one of her stories -- and as I've said she can write. Her love scenes are involving and tender with passion and want. I only wished I could be involved with her in those scenes. I also found that she preferred certain words: 'pussy' over 'cunt' and 'breasts' over 'tits' for example. She didn't mind usage of the terms 'masturbate,' 'fuck,' 'cock' or 'cum', while writing or in our conversation. She openly and fully answered my questions and threw in a few of her own. She was open about her life and her sexual experiences and interests. This wasn't cyber-sex, or anything like it. I know because I made the mistake of heading our conversation in that direction and she let me know instantly -- in no uncertain terms. She enjoyed sex and friends, but no sex except with personal involvement. As we continued to talk, and I continued to drool, I learned more about her. She was mature in every respect, had been married for several years to an older man who ended up cheating on her -- she couldn't forgive him, and neither could I. What kind of a man could cheat on this woman? Her personality with her face and body were what every man dreams of. She is five foot four, and perfectly proportioned by any man's standards, and many women's. She has full, firm, perky enticing breasts that are tipped with mouth watering areolas and firm beautiful nipples. They fit her body. I want to fondle, cup, taste and tease them. I want to close my mouth around them and use my tongue to stroke them. I want to place my cock between them and feel them around it. Her hips are more than just nicely curved. A man wants to hold them, stroke them, and feel them against him. He wants to undress her and slide her dress off over them. Her ass is so well shaped and firm when tensed and walking, that men walk into doors around her. When I see her I want to raise her skirt and peer beneath it at her. I want to explore her from the back as much as I want to explore her from the front. Her waist is narrow and hugs a smooth, muscled set of abs that form a pool between them and from her navel to her lower abdomen. Her legs are long, alluring and shapely and blend ideally with the smoothness of her ass, her back and her tummy. Her feet are beautiful and enhanced by one slightly crooked toe from an accident earlier in life. A foot fetishist would marvel and climax fondling them. I am a breast man, and an ass man, and a leg man, mostly I'm a man that adores this finest of natures creatures. Her legs and thighs are drawn and blend to her body as a great artist might have imagined if lacking the greatest model. Where her legs join, I can see in the photos, the Valley of the Kings, and fit only for a king. She is smooth shaven and the colors of her pussy are blended to outline that focus of every man's attention. The lips are closed forming a clean line at this entrance to man's treasure. This line shows how fit her body is, how well and truly favored any man would be to enter her. Her face is smiling, full of laughter and promise, and she wears happy eyes. Her eyes are huge and a man wants to look into them mesmerized forever. Her nose is only on the edge of perfection, and her lips are -- I'm speechless to describe them. I'll try, but I'll exhaust my vocabulary before beginning to adequately approach the task. Her mouth and lips are full and her upper lip forms a valentine shaped smile. I want to kiss them, to kiss her, taste her tongue, and blend with her smile. Her mouth is exquisite, soft and delicate, full and lush with an invitation. I want to touch her lips, have her lips touch me and explore wherever they are and wherever they go. I'm a six foot tall man, over two hundred pounds, and what the news mavens would call a WASP in their stories. I am Anglo and Caucasian, but I am not protestant and I've never protested against a religion, ever. Because of my size, my cock may be slightly larger than average, but I'm definitely not hung as some women want, some women shy from, or many women have seen or heard of. My balls are located in the usual place and only large when I've been aroused and not fulfilled for a period of time. When I'm aroused, my cock swells and stiffens like every other man's. I get a thrill when they are handled by a pretty girl. I love the feel of a ladies hand, the feel of her lips, the feel of her tongue and throat, and any combination of them on my cock and balls. When I feel arousal, it seems to start low in my abdomen and spreads to my cock. Soon I want to tighten my thighs and my ass and my abdomen as I continue to feel an attraction toward a beautiful woman. She is a beautiful woman, and I'm aroused, but this time the arousal seems deeper and more intense and I can feel my balls wanting a release. I yearn to be with her and to do those things that lovers so much enjoy. When I ask about her personal life, she tells me she is not seeing anyone right now, but also isn't interested in looking right now. My heart sinks and I want to shout my complaint against nature. I ask more about what she does in her spare time. She likes the beach and her condominium and lives in a gated community in southern California. I live in California, too. I asked her where. She tells me the approximate location and she is within two hours of where I live. Over the next few months we talk on the Net and become closer. One day she mentions that she is going to the beach for the day. She tells me that she loves to lie on the sand and to sit in a beach chair overlooking the ocean. The ocean has always been an attraction for me, but it now becomes even more important. Casually, I ask where she goes -- and rejoice when she tells me. I then try to nonchalantly inquire if she'd like my company -- and again my heart is flying, leaping, and my breathing is restricted. She says yes, and my prayers are answered. I explain that I'll need at least two hours to get there, and ask if she can find something to do for awhile and leave a little later to arrive about the same time I do. She agrees. This dream of mine has at last agreed to meet me in person. I feel confused and anxious getting ready and getting to my car for the trip. I call work and explain that I have an emergency and will not be in today -- it's not a problem because I haven't missed a days' work in over five years. I begin to worry. What if she doesn't like me? Am I as homely and ugly as I feel? I don't know how I got there, I barely remember getting on the freeway, but soon I find myself searching for beach side parking. I park the car and hurriedly grab my stuff and almost run to the area where she said she'd be. As I get to the spot near the pier, the beach is empty except for three surfers and two older ladies. Is she okay? Has she been in an accident? She'd planned to be here at least thirty minutes ago. I look, and I ask the surfers, no one has seen her. I'm broken hearted and don't even have a number where I can call her or an address where I can visit her. What can I do? I spread a towel on the sand and sit down. I really feel bad at missing her. I wait nearly an hour and there is still no sign. As I get up to walk back to the car, I hear my name and turn. I can see no one. I look. Am I hearing things? As I give up and start toward the car again, the voice returns. I stare under the pier, in the semi-darkness, and I can barely make out an outline on the sand. I run under the pier and there she is. Her pictures are imperfect, they don't do her justice, and it's a cruel world. She is fantastic, and she's wearing a bikini, a tiny bikini that hides nearly nothing. She holds out her hand and as I take it she draws me down onto her blanket. Without thinking I bend and kiss her, and she kisses me back. Her kiss is even more that I'd imagined. She tries to tell me what happened, but I'm not hearing her. My heart is beating loudly in my ears. Finally, she gives up trying to talk and draws me down to lie on the blanket next to her. As I lay there, she turns and pulls her small frame up closer to my face by using her hands on my shoulders. When she is closer, she rolls and faces me, and then she really kisses me. Her taste, and scent, is nearly the most intoxicating thing I've known. We held that kiss with our tongues caressing each other like the bodies of two lovers. Finally, she pulled her head back and studied me. I am still out of breath. The sea breeze has turned chilly, she shivers and pulls another blanket from her bag and spreads it over us. We kiss again, and then I feel her moving. Soon she is back on me, and she has managed to remove her bikini. I can feel her warm flesh, willing to melt into my own. My hands come up and enclose her breasts. As I touch them, her body shakes and then she settles against me. Her bared loins are pressing against me, and she begins to rock slowly on my enlarged cock. I move one hand down and cup one cheek of her ass and pull her hard against me. She continues to rock on me. More time passes and then her hand traces my stomach down, under my trunks, and she is exploring for and then holding my cock. As she first touches me, I hear her moan and she shivers again. She teasingly asked if my firmness was for her. It was for her alone. I have a comprehension problem, realizing the she is naked on top of me, holding me, and kissing me. My world is moving too fast, but I don't want to stop, I will not stop until she asks me to. I lower my hands to my sides, and then raise myself using my feet and shoulders. I pick her up on top of me, and use my hands to lower my trunks and then my feet to finish removing them. All this time we are kissing, she is still holding my cock. As I settle back onto the blanket, her other hand goes down between us and she is cupping my balls. I start to move my own hand toward her and she softly says no. She slides down between my thighs and begins kissing me under the blanket. She has both hands around my cock and her mouth on it, and she begins the slow torture of love. After these many months, and a continuous low-grade hard-on, I am enjoying the most exquisite torture devised in a woman's mind. It is a torture so thrilling and demanding, and perfect. As she senses me about to cum, she takes me deep, while continuing the stroking and massaging of my member. Like the finale at a great fireworks show, I explode into her throat and mouth. I can hear her moaning under the blanket as I reach painful relief. She continues to kiss, lick, fondle, and suck on me until I slowly regain my composure. I pull her up from between my legs and give her a deep and passionate kiss. I can taste myself on her lips and tongue. I roll over and place her back on the blanket, and now it is my turn to slide down between her thighs to my place that is nearly heaven on earth. I lift her legs under the knees and place her feet over my back. She knows where I'm going, giggles, and asks me what I expect to find. Our lips meet and match as perfectly as our mouths did a few moments ago. I kiss her lips, and use my tongue to caress and moisten them. Slowly I move my tongue to trace that perfect line between her legs. My tongue parts them and my lips force them further open. She tastes so sweet to me, and I feel stiffening that drives itself into the sand beneath me. I move my tongue to the bottom end of her pussy and spread it wide. Slowly, I draw it forward to the limit and back again. I repeat my lave again and again. Finally I move forward again and use my tongue to raise the slight hood over her clit and I circle it with my tongue. I drop my face further and wrap my lips around it, and continue flicking and caressing it with my tongue. I draw a vacuum and suck it in, and squeeze it lightly while I'm tickling it. One arm goes up and I use it to spread her thighs further, and then I bring my other hand up and begin seriously ministering to her pussy with my fingers. I haven't been counting, and she's had multiple orgasms already, but now I seal the clincher as I find her G-spot right where the book said it would be. She arches her back and pumps her hips back and forth into my face. She has a major orgasm from her clit and another from her vagina at the same time and she bites her hand to keep from screaming. Her sweetest juices fill my mouth and I drink them down. Her hips are shaking and thrusting wildly as I remove my hands, not my mouth, and grasp both hips and roll over. Now she is on top of me and free to move any manner she chooses. She pulls her feet back and sits upright on my face. She begins to slide back and forth, grinding my chin firmly against her pelvic bone. One of my hands massages her clit again and the other reaches up to roll a nipple between my thumb and finger while gently pushing and sliding my hand to massage the delicate tissue of a firm warm breast. I've lost track of time, but I'm not giving up while I can still satisfy her. Even in the coolness of the beach, and half uncovered in the deep shade of the pier, we are each wet and dripping with perspiration. Love and love making has never been so captivating and delicious. Finally, she slows, exhausted but satiated for a moment, and settles to lie beside me, her head resting on my arm. She raises her head slightly, puts her arms around my neck, and pulls me over in a lover's long kiss. She thanks me. "You're welcome." I replied, "but I'm not through." She's caught her breath now and asks what I have in mind. I roll over onto her in the missionary position, and she reaches down to locate me and start me inside. As I enter her, I can feel the firmness and tightness of long unused muscles. I can feel her tighten her inner muscles around me and grab me tightly. Lonesome No More Lisa closed her eyes and tried to remember every second of her dance with Craig last night. They had been at a small dinner party at the beach. She had gone with her mother and hadn't dressed to impress anyone. After all, everyone there knew everyone else. What she didn't know was that Craig's wife had passed away since she had seen him last, and this was supposed to be his first outing since the funeral. Now Craig was quite a man. A former Navy SEAL, he had kept fit after retirement, and he often elicited silent moans from the women in their circle, and now he was "available." He had dressed casually for the dinner, and looked just as good as the friends had remembered. Lisa only knew that, when he had asked her to dance, her heart didn't return to its normal pace until after she got home. The slow music had allowed him to hold her tightly and feel for herself just how fit he was. His chest seemed to be made of steel, and his arms encircled her completely, giving her safe feeling she had not felt in a long time. His thighs were strong, yet supple, and when their hips brushed, she could swear she felt an erection. This thought brought her to reality-lying in her bed with one hand rubbing her excited clitoris and the other pulling her nipples. If she could only get Craig alone, she knew she could bring the smile back to his face. Even though he was as old as her Dad, Lisa felt that Craig was a pretty good specimen of a mature lover, and could probably thrill her as no young surfer dude could. Lisa would have to be classified as a complete beach babe. Long, golden hair, dark, year-round tan, and a tight, toned body were just the beginning. It seemed that every inch of her body was curved sexily. Her tits were a luscious 36-DD and she had an ass to match. When she began to develop her killer body, she lost her modesty. Short skirts, tight tops, sheer dresses, it didn't matter-Lisa was a born exhibitionist. She absolutely loved flaunting her body, but she loved fucking even more. Losing her virginity during her first year in college, Lisa had perfected the art of seduction. She knew how to use her body to its greatest advantage, dressing for maximum exposure and the promise of sensual delights. She had always worn the skimpiest bikinis available, and her tan lines were part of her awesome sex appeal. At age twenty-five and the veteran of a bad marriage, she had begun to be a little more exclusive in her choice of lovers. Now, she had Craig in her sights as her next conquest. Lisa's fingers began to strum her clitoris as her body began to pull her up the slope of her passion. Now, just rubbing her nipples gave her the pleasure she wanted, and as she slipped two fingers into her moist cunt, she began to moan and writhe. Fingerfucking herself slowly, she pulled her breast to her mouth and sucked her nipple back to its erect state. Biting it, she mashed her clit with her thumb and brought herself to her first orgasm of the day. Smiling to herself, her eyes half closed, she thought aloud, "Well, Mr. Craig, the next one's yours." **** Craig had finally decided to move forward after his wife's death, and the beach seemed the best place to do it. He loved it and his wife had detested the place, so there were few great memories, and the people here were much more open and friendly than in the city. His circle of friends had dwindled, due to divorce, family changes and all the other stuff that makes up life, but there was enough companionship for the time being. An amateur chef, Craig had decided to make soup and distribute to his friends. He was in the downstairs kitchen when his phone alerted him to an incoming text which read, "Whatcha doin' big boy?" He saw that it was from Lisa and thought back to their dance last night. Feeling his cock tingle, he smiled as he told her he was making soup. "Need a little help?" she asked. "Sure," he sent back and, when the phone was silent a few minutes, he turned back to peeling vegetables. Shortly, Lisa walked into the kitchen, wearing a t-shirt and flip-flops. As it was a little chilly, her nipples were poking the fabric of the shirt into very nice tents, which Craig noticed immediately. He had watched Lisa go from being a cute, sexy teenager to a very beautiful, sexy woman. Every move of here sensuous body exuded sex and here she was, looking like a teen wannabe, but definitely putting out a woman's vibes. "Hope I didn't startle you," she said, as she leaned in to kiss his cheek, making sure to press her nipples into his shoulder. He was wearing a swimsuit and no shirt, allowing her to drink in his sculpted torso, thinking just how great it would feel against her chest. "Oh, no. I wasn't expecting you this quickly," he told her. "So, what's up?" "Nothing. Just felt like you might need some company. I know how to make soup, and thought you might like some help," she said, as she began washing vegetables in the sink. She leaned to turn off the water, and the hem of her t-shirt rose up on her round asscheeks. Craig noticed, but didn't say anything, thinking, "This vixen is here to seduce me. Maybe I'll let her have some fun." He sat at the table and began peeling tomatoes, turning his back to the delightful scene at the sink. Lisa noticed and made it a point to splash plenty of water, most of it hitting the front of her t-shirt. "Oh shit, this water's cold!" she squealed, as she turned around. When Craig turned, he was pleasantly surprised. Lisa's t-shirt had become almost transparent, showing both of her perfect breasts through a veil of fabric that she was pulling down, making the view even better. If possible, her nipples stood out even more than before. He smiled, and said, "Would you like me to get you a dry shirt?" Lisa noticed the bulge in his swim trunks and said coyly, "Well, I guess that would be nice." He left to go upstairs and Lisa smiled at how well her plan was going. She quickly stripped off the t-shirt and slid her delectable ass onto the countertop. When Craig returned, she was using a Roma tomato to rub her pussy lips, smearing it with her juices, and had just inserted the tip into her very moist pussy. He smiled at her when she looked at him, her eyes half closed in lust. "I see you don't need the shirt," he quipped as he stepped between her spread legs. "No. I need something you have to take this tomato's place," she said, pulling at the waistband of his trunks. As she leaned forward to kiss him, her hand slid down the front of his trunks, and much to her delight, she found a very aroused cock. Pushing Craig's trunks down to his ankles, she looked at the monster she had uncovered. A full eight inches long and as big around as her forearm, Lisa felt a sense of trepidation as she tried to wrap her hand around his dick. She was delighted that he was clean shaven, knowing she would soon have her torrid lips around his shaft. "Damn Craig. You sure do have a big dick!" she said as she began to stroke it. "Why, Thank You, my Dear. I hope we can make very good use of it," he told her, laughing quietly. Taking the tomato from her hand and licking off the juices she had left, he used his other hand to caress her ripe breast. Craig then noticed and complimented Lisa's sexy tan lines. Long ago, she had decided that tan lines were sexier than nude tanning, but being the exhibitionist she was, she chose extreme bikinis for her sunbathing. A two-inch by two-inch square of cloth always covered her delectable pussy lips and extremely large clitoris, and the effect was dramatic. Here, where Heaven meets earth, was a square of white skin in a sea of dark creases and folds that promised the voyeur the thrill of his or her life. Lisa reveled in the image of her cunt, so white and pure, yet so fucking ravenous for pleasure. Her nipples presented an identical contrast, with the white, untanned strip being only an inch wide and covering her nipples and a small strip of skin above and below them. Her nipples stayed covered, but her dollar-sized aerola didn't. It was as if she wore flashing signs saying, "Eat here!" Craig took all this in instantly, and began to formulate a plan to fuck this hot woman like she had never been fucked before. He began by holding her face in one hand and kissing her forcefully, opening her lips and pushing his tongue past her teeth and to the back of her mouth, causing her to gag momentarily. Gently pushing his chest, she said, "Let's make this enjoyable. I want to suck your tongue, your cock, your nipples, your fingers, your ass-everything you've got, but I need it at my pace, OK?" She leaned in and kissed him sensuously, allowing his tongue into her mouth slowly, giving him an example of her oral talents. After toying with the tip, she slid her tongue beside his and under it, licking the underside sexily. Suddenly, she withdrew and began licking his face, eyes and forehead with the tip of her fiery tongue. She moved to his ears, licking each one in turn and bringing out a quiet moan. "Oh, so your ears are erogenous? Just think what they're gonna feel like when I get my thighs around them," she said huskily, thoroughly enjoying the power she seemed to have over this mature stud. While Lisa was tongue-fucking his face, Craig had stepped out of his trunks and begun to get himself in position to return the favor. He had gently pulled Lisa's ass to the edge of the counter, and when she broke her kisses, he sat down and pulled her thighs over his shoulders. Before she realized it, he had his muscular tongue on her clit, which had slipped from its hiding place and stood proudly at the top of her ripe, succulent lips. Knowing that he would return to those tasty morsels in due time, he attacked her clit, thrashing it with the tip of his tongue over and over, bringing Lisa to the edge quickly. Pulling away, he looked between her splayed thighs and asked impishly, "You want a quickie?" "Hell yeah, but I want some more too," she said, as she pulled his head back to her cunt. Her clit looked like an inch-long banana and was standing like an erect penis. Craig simply sucked the sensitive piece of flesh and mashed it with his lips. Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs, falling back onto the countertop and squeezing Craig's head between her muscular thighs. Her fists pounded the counter as she came and he continued to apply pressure to her clit. Bucking against his face, she finally pushed him away, giving herself a chance to get her breathing back close to normal and allow her clitoris to cool off. "Damn that was great!" she said, as she sat up and pulled his lips to hers. As they kissed, she slipped her hand between them and began stroking his cock. Using her thumb to massage the precum around the head, Lisa wasted no time slipping off the counter and kneeling in front of Craig. She used her titties to massage his cock, and even dribbled a big drop of spit on it to make the massage more sensual. "Do you like that, big man?" she asked coyly, never stopping her rhythmic up-and-down efforts. Not waiting for an answer, she bent her lips to his cockhead when it split her breasts and laved it with her tongue. Each succeeding upward thrust put more and more of his dick into her waiting mouth, and soon she was giving him a very erotic blowjob. Holding her breasts under his balls and using her other hand to guide his cock into her mouth, she felt his hand on the top of her head, gently urging her to suck more deeply. Cocksucking was one of Lisa's most practiced sexual skills, and she relished the task. Craig knew immediately that she was enjoying herself and released the pressure on her head, allowing her the freedom to work her magic on his throbbing cock. He leaned back on the edge of the table and watched her head as it moved back and forth. She used her tongue on the underside of his cock as she put delightful pressure on the head with her lips. She sucked slowly, making sure to keep all the sexy pressure just where he liked it. He moaned when she tickled the junction of his shaft and sack with her tongue, and she giggled, giving him an added thrill. Holding the shaft, she took the head out of her mouth and looked up into his eyes. "You ready for me to show you all my talents?" she asked, wagging his cock in front of her face, licking the head each time it passed her lips. "I think you're doing a pretty good job right now, but if it gets better, bring it on," he said as she returned his engorged cockhead to her mouth. This time though, Lisa kept her tongue at bay and guided his dick to the back of her throat. She only had about two-thirds of the shaft in her mouth and Craig thought she would gag. Demonstrating exceptional skill, Lisa relaxed her throat muscles and slid the head past them, sucking his entire cock into her mouth, and resting her nose against his abdomen. By contracting and relaxing her throat muscles, she effectively kept his manhood covered with her hot mouth and throat, coaxing a load of cum to churn in his balls. Slowly moving her head backwards, she slid a hand to his balls, massaging them gently, and renewing her assault on his cock. Sliding it in and out her mouth, she felt him begin to tense up. Knowing the signs well, she slipped his cockhead into her throat and, at the same time, parted his asscheeks and slipped a finger into his asshole. The combination pushed him over the edge, and his cock spewed a rope of cum down her throat. A second spurt took the same path, as she sucked harder and pushed her finger deeper into his ass. Finally pulling her lips off his dick, Lisa took care to lick each and every drop of gooey cum off his shaft, leaving it shiny with her saliva. She still had her finger embedded in his ass and began to move it sensuously, causing Craig to hump her face in time with her slow in and out ministrations. Again, this multi-tasking siren had accomplished her intent, as his cock quickly regained hardness. Extracting her finger from his ass and looking up past his cock, she said, "How was that?" "It was fucking great!" he replied enthusiastically, pulling her up so he could kiss her fully. This time though, he grabbed a tit in each hand and began rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. Lisa took the opportunity to run her hands across his chest and down his sides, getting even more excited as she felt his rigid abdominal muscles and his obliques, especially where they led down to his pubic area. She could feel herself getting wet, and as Craig began kissing her nipples, she began to grind her hips into his groin, almost trying to fuck him standing up. Craig stopped fondling her nipples and slid his hands under her arms, picking her up so that her tits were in his face. Holding her there, he began to suck each nipple in turn, pulling them with his lips, licking each breast all over, then returning to suck her tasty nipples again. Lisa thought she knew her body, but this man was bringing out sexy, uncontrollable desire from places that surprised even her. Just when she got used to his nipple manipulations, she felt his cockhead slide into her pussy. The angle of her body, as she was suspended by his hands, allowed him to enter her cunt and put the head of his dick directly on her g-spot. By wrapping her legs around his body, she was able to maintain the exquisite contact and began to climb the orgasm ladder again. She slid one leg down and the shift put her clitoris directly atop Craig's cock. She kept her hands on his shoulders, but he slid one hand between them and pressed her clit onto the top of his cock. The sensation was incredible! Never before had her titties, g-spot, and clitoris been stimulated by one man at the same time! Lisa was so fucking hot! Craig slid about an inch of wonderful manmeat into and out of her now leaking cunt easily while keeping up the pressure on her clit and sucking her nipples. As her breathing became more ragged, and her fingernails dug into his shoulder, he stopped moving and laid her on the table, her legs hanging off the edge. "Oh, don't stop now!" she said breathlessly. "I'm not. Hold your knees out of my way," he said, as he reached between her legs and began rubbing her engorged cuntlips. "You've got the meatiest cuntlips I've ever seen." "Yeah, they're hot for your cock," she said, squirming, trying to capture his cockhead. Craig had a different idea. He held his shaft with one hand and rubbed her extra large clit until it popped out of hiding. Then taking her blood-filled pussy lips and wrapped them around his cock. Humping gently, he soon had her clit out again and started bumping it with his cockhead. Lisa was delightfully surprised again. Whatever was this man going to do next? She enjoyed the sensations of his cock sliding between her lips and rubbing her clitoris almost as much as she had enjoyed his massage of her g-spot. Again, she started up the slope of a nerve-wracking orgasm. As she began to breathe harder and fuck back, he increased his speed, causing her to forget everything but the wonderful feelings in her cunt. Groaning loudly, she opened her eyes and saw he had a smile on his face. "What a beautiful fucking man!" she thought, as she looked down between her jiggling titties and saw his cockhead slide between her lips and strike her nerve center. The visual was almost enough to drive her over the edge, and she began to whimper, "Put it in, please! I can't stand any more teasing! Fuck me now!!!" Suddenly he took her by the thighs and placed her cuntlips on his cockhead, taking only a second to make the move, and thrust into her slick, molten cavern, burying his entire cock in one stroke. Never had she been filled with so much cock. Her lips were stretched around its girth, and the head was pressing against the very back of her pussy. His hold on her legs did not allow her to move freely, and she had to take what he dished out. The thought gave her a brief moment of apprehension but he quickly began thrusting and her mind was centered on her hot pussy. Craig was in no hurry, so he intentionally kept his pace slow and methodical. Enjoying the hot friction of her pussy walls and lips, he leaned back and put every centimeter of his cock into her with each stroke. Feeling his skin contact her cuntlips, he looked down and asked, "Well, is it everything you expected?" "Oh fuck yes!" she replied breathlessly. As she neared climax, Lisa tried again to wriggle her ass, but Craig held her still. "Let me fuck you now. I'll give you a chance to use that ass soon," he said, picking up his pace slightly. She was getting nearer and nearer to orgasm as he sped up, finally cresting and screaming at the top of her lungs, "God, yes! Fuck me with that dick! Pound that pussy sexy man! Oh my fucking God!!!!" As she began to come down, he held his cock in place, allowing her to ripple her cunt muscles along his length. Quickly, she began to feel the stirrings again, but Craig had a different idea. Using his amazing upper body, he lifted her off the table and turned her so that she was facedown on the table, never breaking the contact between her cunt his dick, her legs hanging off the edge and her tiptoes on the floor. Thinking he was going to continue doggie style, Lisa said enthusiastically, "Oh, yes. I love it from behind!" When he got her situated like he wanted, he slid back and forth for a few strokes. "You like that, sexy woman? I could fuck you for hours like this. Your ass is so fucking hot, jiggling when my dick bottoms out in that hot cunt of yours. Now you can wiggle that ass! Fuck me back!" And fuck him back she did. Every time he pulled his cock back, she wriggled around on the head, creating intense, hot friction until he plunged back in to the hilt. They were hitting a quickening rhythm and Lisa knew she wouldn't last long. Lonesome No More Suddenly, he smacked her ass with the palm of his hand-not hard, but certainly hard enough to get her attention. As she jerked, he grabbed her hips and held her ass to his groin, grinding his cock in her molten pussy. Where he had slapped her had become extremely warm and suddenly, she was aware of the eroticism of the moment. "Again!" she shouted, and Craig complied, slapping her other cheek, then rubbing it tenderly. "You like that baby? You want to be treated like a slut?" he asked as he continued pounding into her. "Oh yes! Wanna be your slut! Spank my ass, Stud. It hurts so good. Fuck meeeee!" she screamed as she climaxed again. Thinking he was ready to come, she relaxed as she came down. Suddenly Craig parted the twin globes of her hot ass. When her asshole came into view, he was surprised that it was smooth and did not pucker at all. "Your asshole looks like it's been fucked before. You an ass slut too?" he asked, sliding the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips. "I've played with a buttplug occasionally, but never been fucked back there," she replied, her voice taking on a deep, throaty sound. "But I would do it for you and your big, throbbing cock." That was all Craig needed to hear, and he quickly slid his cunt-slickened cockhead up to her asshole. He encountered amazingly little resistance when the mushroom of his cockhead entered her sphincter. She groaned when he stopped, then moved backwards to get more of his dick in her ass. The friction was incredible for both of them and even though they were going slowly, Lisa was getting near another orgasm. She wiggled her ass to get the most penetration, and when he bottomed out, she came, screaming like a banshee. "Oh, God, fuck meee! Fuuuuckk mee!" she managed to scream, as he began pulling his shaft out of her super tight asshole. When just the head remained inside, he asked, "Do you really want me to fuck you, Slut? Your young boyfriends don't know what a real fucking is! You ready bitch?" "Oh fuck yes I'm ready! Ready to take that cock deep! Do it, Stud!" she replied, moving her ass back onto the shaft. By now, she had her feet planted firmly on the floor and was using the table for leverage. Intent on giving him the fucking of his life, she continued gyrating until he was buried ballsdeep in her ass. Now she began to move her ass like she wanted to. Small tight circles caused Craig to moan, aware of intense heat and pressure on his shaft. Unknown to him, she had been fingering her clit, giving herself an extra sexy sensation. Slowing her gyrations slightly, she began thrusting forward and back. It was as if a heated velvet glove held his cock and was using every trick in the book as it masturbated him. Suddenly she stopped wiggling and just fucked. Looking over her shoulder, she asked, "How's that ass now, fucker? Ready for more?" Before he could think about replying, she had resumed her forward and back motions, again wiggling her ass. This time she had increased her speed and her asscheeks were bouncing and jiggling as their flesh slapped together. This sound, along with the slurping noise of his cock sliding in and out of her ass created an unworldly aura. His entire universe was centered on the beautiful, tight ass he was fucking. This visual, along with the incredible physical stimulation on his cock, sent Craig over the edge. He had been fucking for over an hour, and it seemed as if he had built up a gallon of cum. When he shot the first spurt of jism, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Oh, my fucking God!!! Shoot your cum in my ass! Fill me up with spunk!!! Oh, God- I'm cuuummming!" Craig continued pumping his load into her ass, which seemed to tighten around his cock and milk it for every drop. It was beginning to leak around his shaft, yet he continued to assault the round pleasure ring. Lisa was still moaning incoherently as he finally pulled his spent cock out of her ass with a distinct "Plop." She slumped forward on the table, smiling and humming to herself. His glistening cock hung down, completely spent. As she slid off the table, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. As he placed her gently on the bed, she looked into his amazing eyes and said, "I want to do that again, but I need to shower first. Want to help me?" His smile of assent lit up her world and she stood beside him, rubbing his cock and brushing his shoulder with her breast. They groped each other as they got into the shower, allowing the warm water to cascade over their bodies. Soaping each other sexily, they managed to caress, probe, and massage until they were aroused again. While they were drying each other, the doorbell rang. "Get rid of them. I'll be waiting," Lisa said as she pumped his erect cock with the towel. Tim grabbed a pair of sleep shorts on his way out and had them on when he reached the front door and opened it. He didn't realize that is stiff dick was making a very obvious tent in the front of the shorts. Lias's mother, Angie stood on the bottom step and was eye level with his cock. "My, my. What a way to greet a lady. I must say I'm impressed," she said, making no effort to hide her admiration of his equipment. "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything." "Oh, no. I just got out of the shower. Won't you come in?" he answered, as he noticed her outfit and how it accented her mature body. She was a taller version of her daughter-longer, toned legs, bounteous breasts that had little sag, and full, sensuous lips. Her hair, longer than Lisa's, was the same golden color, and her tan, if possible, was even darker than her daughter's. She was dressed in a white terrycloth romper that covered only the top half of her breasts, and, also displayed a very nice cameltoe. Her nipples were on alert, and he could see the swell of her breasts pushing against the fabric. All in all, this was one sexy woman, and Craig, under normal circumstances would have welcomed the opportunity to try and seduce her. With her freshly-fucked daughter in the next room, he thought better of the idea. "May I come in?" she asked. "Certainly. It isn't often that beautiful women come calling," he answered as he stood aside and let her enter, glancing at her rear end and liking what he saw. "Damn, what I couldn't do to that ass!" he thought. Angie sat on the sofa and patted the cushion beside her. "Sit down, Stud. I've got something to tell you," she said seductively. Sitting down, he knew immediately what she had in mind. She leaned into his shoulder and put her arm around his shoulders. "I know you'll never get over Mary. It's still hard for me to believe she's gone, but at least she's not suffering anymore. Tell me, are you OK?" "Thanks Angie. That means a lot. I know you and Mary were close, and I'm content knowing she's better off," he told her sincerely. "Well, now that we have that out of the way, I've a question and I want an honest answer," she said, moving closer so that her body contacted him from his shoulders to his knees. "How long has it been since you've slept with someone?" Thinking quickly and really not sure how to answer, Craig hesitated and answered truthfully, "It's been quite a while. Well before Mary got so sick. Why do you ask?" "Well, I just want you to have this," she said, taking his head in her hand and turning his face to hers, their lips inches apart. She hesitated just a second and then leaned in with her eyes closed and kissed his lips, softly at first, then forcefully, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue into his waiting mouth. She drove it in and out sensuously, using her free hand to caress his chest and pinch his nipples. Breaking their kiss, she said quietly, "Mary knew I've had the hots for you for a while, and told me if she died, she would expect me to make you happy, whenever you're ready. That's why I'm here." Looking into her eyes, Craig, overwhelmed by Angie's sincerity, asked quietly, "Are you sure? I mean, I'm flattered that such a beautiful, sexy woman as you would even think about such a thing. I don't know how we would go about it, and won't your friends talk about you?" "Well, honestly, several of us drew straws, and I'm the lucky one. We're all concerned about you and we want to keep you around and somewhat happy. If sex isn't the answer, just tell me and I'll make it happen," she said plaintively. Again, her sincerity moved Craig, and he made up his mind at that instant. "I must say that I feel like the lucky one, and here's your answer," he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. When they broke, she was smiling and said, "That answers that question." Laughing at his questioning look, she said, "We all wondered just how good a kisser you are. Now I can happily report that you're great!" "Just what else did you girls wonder about?" he asked. "Oh, the usual stuff; how big your dick is, do you shave down there, do you like to eat pussy. You know, the things that girls talk about that men just don't know they talk about," she answered, with a smile on her face. "The problem is, it just might take more than one session for me to answer all the questions, if you're 'up' for it!" "Feel for yourself," he told her, taking her hand and placing it on his very erect cock. "What do you think?" "It feels bigger than I expected. Do you SEALS do some kind of cock-growing exercise in your training?" she asked as she stroked his dick through his shorts. Laughing aloud, he said, "No, it's just naturally that large. Still, size isn't everything." "No, but it makes the other things better," she said, as she slid her hand under the waistband of his shorts, encountering the plum-sized head of his cock. "That feels nice!" "Yes, it does," he said as he leaned back and let her have her way. She slid her hand down his shaft and tried to wrap it around his massive cock. "Let's get these clothes off!" she exclaimed as she jumped off the sofa. While Craig sat and watched, Angie gave the top of her romper a slight tug and let it slide down, displaying her body for his inspection. "You are absolutely gorgeous," he said appreciatively. "If I wasn't hard already, I would be now." "You say the nicest things," she said, basking in the compliment and smiling invitingly. "Now it's your turn." He stood up and put his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. Angie's eyes betrayed her emotions as she held her breath and looked down as his cock became hung in the elastic. "Here, let me help you," she said as she tugged the shorts towards her and allowed his dick to spring free, then bouncing like a teenager's. "Oh, my!" was all she could say, as she took in the entire length and breadth of Craig's massive tool. "Just how big is that thing?" "Big enough to make some women very happy. I don't remember ever having a complaint," he answered, moving a hand to her breast, cupping it and rolling the nipple. Bending to kiss the other nipple, he heard Angie moan, and looking up, saw that she had her eyes closed. "So, how long has it been for you?" he asked quietly. "Too fucking long! Quit talking and love my titties!" she said breathlessly. And love them he did-kissing, licking, sucking, pulling, massaging-everything he could do to bring pleasure to this sexy woman's breasts. As her breath became more ragged, he felt she was about to climax. He knew that some women could orgasm from having their breasts loved, although he had never been with one. Increasing the pressure of his lips on her left nipple, he pulled the right one repeatedly until she grabbed his head and held it in place, groaning incoherently, her hips thrusting back and forth violently. Her climax lasted about ten seconds, and she released his head and kissed him fervently, using her tongue like a paintbrush in his mouth. "That was so fucking great," she exclaimed breathlessly. "I can't wait to get that cock in my pussy and return the favor. Sit down, Lover." Wasting no time after he was seated, she threw her legs outside his and began humping the underside of his throbbing shaft. She was nowhere near as wet as Lisa, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to penetrate her without pain. Angie was game and reached between them to grab his dick and position her cunt over the head. Rubbing it back and forth, she smeared some of his precum on her outer lips, and quickly slipped the head inside. Then she stopped. "It's so big. Give me a minute to get used to it." she said, holding her body still. She licked her fingers and rubbed her clit, moving slightly and getting a fraction lower on his shaft. "This is so embarrassing," she said. "Just give it a minute," he said compassionately, moving his hands to her thighs and rubbing them gently. "Lay back and let me work on you with my tongue. That usually gets things rolling." As she reclined on the sofa, he held her legs up, exposing her pussy to his lustful stare. "You have a beautiful cunt," he said, leaning down to kiss it tenderly. "It tastes great, too!" he said as he began licking her outer lips, gently at first, then more insistently, finally stabbing her slit with his tongue. She began to squirm and moan, and soon, his tongue was coated in her slick nectar. Grabbing him by the ears, Angie pulled his face to hers and said breathlessly, "Look Stud. Let me pop one off the way I want to and then I'm all yours." Intrigued, Craig let her have her way. She sat him up, so that his dick was standing straight up. Swinging one leg over his, she said, "OK big boy. Hold that cock steady while I get the angle I want." Leaning on the back of the sofa, with her tits swinging in his face, she lowered herself onto his cockhead, stopping after it slipped beyond her lips. As she pushed her ass back, the friction on the head of his cock was incredible. He then realized that she was masturbating herself, with the head of his cock rubbing her g-spot. This way she could control the pressure and speed of the sensations on her sensitive nerve endings. Groaning incessantly now, she had her eyes closed and didn't realize he was sucking her swinging nipples when they came within reach of his hungry mouth. Every sensation in her universe was centered on the pleasure she was getting from his cockhead against her g-spot. "Oh Fuuuuuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed. "Don't move! Here it comes again! Oh shit! Ohhhh God! Fuuuuck!" Even though he was not imbedded in Angie's cunt, he could feel her spasms working from deep within to her madly vibrating g-spot. The sensations almost made him come. Damn, she was hot! Finally, she stopped shuddering and slumped down, allowing his cockhead to slip from her lips. She looked at him and said lazily, "That's the first time a new lover has let me have my way with his dick. You are some kind of special, and I'm going to reward you royally. Just name your guilty pleasure, and I'll fulfill your fantasy completely." Craig, noting some movement in his bedroom doorway, saw a still-nude Lisa peeking at them. "Let's go to the bedroom. I'll think up something on the way," he said, taking her hand and smiling broadly. Lisa, a look of horror on her face, slipped into the closet, leaving the door slightly ajar. Stopping where Lisa would have no trouble seeing them, he pulled Angie to him and hugged her from behind. As she closed her eyes and leaned back into his strong arms, she sighed contentedly and said, "You're so good to me. I just wish Lisa could find a thoughtful, sexy man like you. She's still shy around guys, and she needs to be brought out of her shell." Suppressing a laugh, Craig cupped Angie's soft tits and said, "Maybe it will happen. Who knows what she does when you're not around. I bet she's more experienced than you think." As his hands were working their magic on her breasts and nipples, Angie sagged back until her ass contacted his cock. Moving easily, she arranged her backside so that Craig's massive tool was nestled between her cheeks. "You ever try anal?" she asked. "Yes, but I need to fuck that hot cunt of yours first. Maybe we can work on that in the future," he answered, turning her around and bending to kiss her deeply. "Do you know how sexy you are?" he asked between sloppy, tongue-sucking kisses. Pulling her sensitive nipples, he eased her back towards the bed. "Lie back and let me give you the fucking of your life." Doing as she was directed, Angie sat on the edge of the bed, then slid back and lay on her back, throwing her heels towards the ceiling and said, "Fuck me till I can't walk! I want that monster cock in me so deep I can taste it." Craig knelt, taking the head of his cock and rubbing her outer lips, coating it with sweet smelling juice. "I can smell your desire," he said. "I love to fuck a bitch in heat. I may just eat that pussy after I fill it with cum. Think you'd like that? How about another woman? You think you could stand a different tongue in that hot pussy?" As he was talking, Craig had slid his cock into her clenching cunt until their bodies were joined as closely as possible. "You are one tight cunt. Fuck. I can barely move," he said, licking his fingers and coating her outer lips that were stretched around his massive shaft. Moving slowly, he pulled part of the way out, then plunged back in to the depths of her pussy, driving his cockhead into her cervix. Pulling out again, he felt her loosen up and when he drove into her this time, she met him, pushing her cunt onto his shaft. He fucked her more easily now, alternating between slow, almost lazy strokes that seemed to last forever, then deep, plunging, rapid-fire thrusts that caused her breathing to become labored and ragged. A mild climax shook her, and then she concentrated on his technique. Slow, then fast; he fell into a delicious rhythm that suited her to perfection. She met his easy thrusts, let the hard, fast ones pin her to the bed. As he probed her depths, she realized Craig was touching her in places she had never felt a dick. Not only that, he was filling her as she had never been filled. It felt that every nerve, every feeling in her body was centered in her quivering cunt, there to be assaulted deliciously by his tireless, steel-hard cock. She climaxed again, a little more excitedly this time, and began to talk to him. "Come with me Fucker! Give me that load! Feel my cunt pulling your dick? Let's come together! I want your juice deep in my pussy. Hold it there and shoot that spunk. Make me a cum whore!" He held his dick as deep into her pussy as he could and let her talented sex cauldron work its heated magic on his cock. It pulsed around the head, her muscular walls milked the shaft, and he felt his load churning its way towards its goal. Short of an earthquake, he was determined to give her what she wanted-a full load of cum, deep in her cunt. The first spurt was so forceful, it almost hurt him. When it blasted from his cockhead, Angie screamed at the top of her lungs, sounding more like she was in pain than the ultimate pleasure she was experiencing. "Oh my fucking God!!!!! Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm fucking cumming with you! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! S-o-o-o-o fucking good!" she screamed, as his cock continued to spew hot cum into her until they both collapsed. He rolled off her, his dick making a slurping sound as it pulled from her sodden cunt. He suddenly felt another body on the bed and was pleasantly surprised to see Lisa kneeling between her mother's splayed legs, taking aim at her cum-leaking pussy. Without a word, she began licking the juices, capturing them on her tongue and swallowing luxuriously. As her hands slid up Angie's body o her breasts, she felt her mother raise her head. "Craig? Who's eating my pussy? If feels so good! Oh, God, here comes another one!" He watched as Lisa grabbed Angie's thighs and plastered her lips to her mother's pussy, sucking all of his cum and Angie's copious juices into her mouth. Crawling up her Mother's body, she positioned herself over her mother's now open mouth. Letting a stream of cum drop from her mouth to Angie's, she followed it with a passionate kiss that led to the two of them swapping the precious fluid back and forth. Lonesome No More "So, just how innocent do you think I am, Mom? That's Craig's second load I've had in my mouth today. The other one was in my ass! I fucked him silly before you got here, and now we've got to decide just what we want to do with him," she said as she lay between her mother and Craig's body. "Do we want to keep him and his fuckpole to ourselves, or do we want to share him with the neighbors?" "Let's keep him to ourselves for a week or two. How long do SEALS stay horny?" Lonesome No More I continue to enter a bit before retracting to ensure lubrication. Slowly, I build up rhythm and depth until we are fully engaged. Her hips spread and she brings her knees back and I raise my arms one at a time to allow her to place her feet over my shoulders. And then she begins to rotate her hips and I can feel myself bottom out in her pussy. She is rocking and I'm thrusting, and our passions increase to the spill over point. We cum together. After a few moments, we assume the sixty nine position to clean each other, and then return to a chest to chest embrace. We fell asleep, I watched her and intended to watch over her, but fell asleep, too. We had made love non-stop for nearly four hours. When I awoke, she had rolled me onto my back and was resting her head on my stomach watching me. As I realized where I was and what had just happened, I became hard again and she giggled softly. She teased me again with her mouth and then crawled on top of me and guided me to my home away from home. I was well and truly fucked again. She took me home that night, and I took her home the next day. I work year around teaching, but she was on a summer break. She kept her condominium, and moved in with me for the rest of the summer. We neither one used the Net for companionship. Finally she returned home and I went down over Christmas break and we were married. We still live in her condo, and I've found a job down here near her. It has been three years, the best of my life, and she is still the most loving, compassionate, and caring lover I could ask for. Every night is like a honeymoon, and she is more beautiful to me each morning. She is my dream come true lover. She is my wife.