0 comments/ 21089 views/ 1 favorites My Ex-Wife & I Ch. 1 By: leto11 She answered the phone, "Hello. This is Eve. How may I help you?" "It's me," I answered. "Will I see you tomorrow night?" "You sure will. I'll be there." "Good. Do you think you can come up with a computer problem that I will need to look at?" "I'll think about it," she responded. "Great. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye." "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow." After we ended our conversation, I again thought that if anyone had told me a year ago that this was happening, I would have said that they were crazy. A few days before the phone call, my daughter had invited my mother and me to a holiday dinner at her house. She asked me if it would be all right if she invited my ex-wife and her mother also. I said that was fine with me if it was comfortable with my ex-wife. I knew it would be, because, unknown to everyone, my ex-wife and I had been seeing each other whenever we could for the past year. My mother and I arrived for dinner at 5:30. Along with my daughter and granddaughter and my ex-wife and her mother, we enjoyed a delicious meal. We did a lot of talking and reminiscing. After dinner, my mother and I exchanged gifts with my daughter and granddaughter. My ex-wife asked if I might have time to take a look at her computer and see if I could solve a problem she was having since she only lived a few blocks away. I asked my mother if it would be all right with her if I left for a half hour or so. My daughter said that they would keep grandma company while I was gone. My ex-wife and I went to my car. I started the engine and said, "A computer problem, hmmm." "Yes," she responded while taking my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. She held my hand the few blocks to her house as I lovingly caressed and massaged her palm. As we entered her house, no sooner was the door closed than we were in each other's arms, holding tight and kissing hungrily. We wiggled out of our coats without taking our lips apart. I began caressing her back as she pressed her body against mine. I moved to her neck, kissing and nipping at her ear. I felt a shudder course through her body. I turned her around pressing my penis against her buttocks. As I continued with her neck and ears, my hands found her breasts. She caught her breath as I pressed harder against her and began to knead her breasts through her blouse. I pinched and twisted her nipples and felt them instantly harden. "Let's go to my bedroom," she moaned. "We, don't have much time, my dear," I said as I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. I laid her on her back, knelt down beside the bed, and began pushing up her long skirt. I ran my fingers along her inner thighs as I reached for the top of her panty hose. I pulled then down, past her knees to her ankles. She kicked off her shoes so that I could remove them completely. I again began caressing up her legs and thighs until I reached her panties. I spread her legs and began kissing her mound through the panties. She uttered a moan and pulled them aside so that I might begin kissing her love lips. "Please, take my pants off," she gasped. I pulled the pants down her legs, teasingly kissing her inner thighs as I went. I worked my way back to her womanhood. I widened her outer lips and began licking inside. I said, "I love your taste and aroma." As her inner lips began to open, I sucked and nibbled each side. She began moving her crotch against my mouth and said breathlessly, "Make me come, make me come!" I found her clitoris and flicked my tongue across it. Her body jumped at the sensation. I took her center of pleasure between my lips and began sucking as hard as I could. She came suddenly with a scream and her juices covered my mouth. "I want you inside of me, now," she demanded. I stood up, unzipped my pants, and let them fall to the floor. I positioned myself between her legs but before I could enter her, she leaned forward and took my penis into her mouth. She moved her lips up and down the length of me looking me in the eyes as she sucked me in and out of her mouth. When I could take her sucking no more, I gently pushed her back. I rubbed the head of my penis against her vagina for a moment, and then thrust inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my back and we began furiously driving my hardened manhood in and out of her. I didn't last long and, as I came with a shout, she screamed with another orgasm. I collapsed on top of her. After a moment I said, "We never made love like this when we were married." She responded, "We never knew what we were missing, did we." After we got ourselves together, we returned to our daughter's house. We were asked if the problem was solved, and looking each other in the eye, we answered, "Yes, for now." After dropping my mother off and heading for home, I again reflected that if anyone had told me this a year ago, I would have said that they were crazy. I began remembering how it all started last year. But that story is for the next chapter. My Ex-Wife & I Ch. 2 How many times have I said to myself in the last year, "If anyone would have told me this a year ago, I would have said that they were crazy." I reflected on how it all began ... again. It started with a computer. About a year and a half ago, my ex-wife decided to buy our granddaughter a computer. Our daughter called me and asked if I would be willing to teach them all how to use it. The computer would be at my ex's house. I told her I wouldn't mind if my ex-wife felt comfortable with the situation. You see, my ex-wife and I had been divorced for nine years. To make a long story short, when our youngest, the daughter, left home, our troubles came to the surface. Throughout our marriage, we agreed on little, from raising the children to handling money. We rarely talked, unless it was to express anger about something. Though we had an active sex life, it didn't have any real passion. We just went through the motions. After a year or so of difficulties, we divorced. It was not a friendly one, and much was said and done that left lasting anger and resentment. During the nine years of our divorce, we had virtually no contact. However, that all changed with the purchase of the computer. The first evening I went to my ex's house to set everything up, tension and awkwardness was thick. But we made it through the evening. I began going up to my ex-wife's house once a week. Usually my daughter and granddaughter were there. Sometimes they were not. Gradually the tension lessened and my ex and I became comfortable working together on the computer. After awhile, we became more than comfortable. On the occasions no one else was there, we talked about our past. We both said our "I'm sorry's" and forgave ourselves the past. We had both changed and grown over the years and found each other to be interesting conversationalists. Though we didn't realize it at first, as we became more comfortable, we began calling each other by affectionate names. We began sitting closer, sometimes touching knees and legs. When I would lean over her to point out something on the screen, my hands might rest on her shoulders. A new tension began between us, but this one was not based on the past. One evening, as I was leaving through the garage, we brushed against each other. We stopped and looked into each other's eyes. The next thing either of us knew, she was in my arms, our lips locked in a kiss that carried more passion than we had ever expressed before. We broke off the kiss. We both were flustered and apologized, agreeing not to let that happen again. But of course it did. My regular visits continued. On the occasions we were alone, we seemed to have a hunger to touch one another. We did our best to keep the expressions of our growing feelings limited to that. As the tension grew, we gave into our feelings, and began kissing passionately when I left. On one visit, the computer sat idle as we talked about our growing feelings. We discussed the consequences of becoming intimate together. We held each other. We kissed. We caressed necks, shoulders, and backs. But we vowed not to allow ourselves to go any further. Before I left, I set up a free E-mail account for her and showed her how to use a chat program. As we walked through the garage, I reached for my good night kiss. Suddenly, she was pressing her body against mine, grinding her hips against my groin. As her hands went under my shirt, I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her toward me with greater force. I immediately had an erection. Feeling it, she smiled at me and rotated her hips even more. I backed away, took her hand, and put it on my penis. "See what you've done to me, I'm all hard." I laughed. She gave it a squeeze, and I said, "Now you're making me leak!" We both seemed relieved that the moment had passed. We again vowed to keep our passions under control. But it was not to be. Summer came. Activities and vacations interrupted our visits. But, by then, we were writing daily E-mail's and chatting on weekends. As we saw each other less, our writings became more intimate. We talked on the phone. We were amazed at how we could now talk about things that we never could before. Our feelings continued to grow, as well as our passion. We tried to keep our vow, but it was impossible. We began describing in our emails how we would make love to each other. The sexual tension was unbearable. The world and our children were unaware of our growing feelings. We decided to keep it that way. As far as anyone else was concerned, we had put the past behind us and could be civil to each other again. Our children were pleased that we were on speaking terms again. If they only knew the whole story! Our son was to be married in the fall. He asked my ex and I if we would sit together at the wedding. We agreed, happy to have the chance to see each other again. Because of transportation problems with relatives, my ex asked me if I would take her home after the rehearsal. I readily agreed, eager to hold her in my arms again. After the rehearsal dinner, I drove her to the church. We held hands all the way, talking and laughing, content to be in each other's presence again. Yet, we both felt the sexual tension between us. On the way to her house afterward, we did not talk much. We glanced at each other awkwardly. We held hands. Our pent-up passion was growing rapidly. As she stroked the palm of my hand, I felt my penis swelling. She noticed. She placed her hand on my hardening erection and began stroking up and down its length. I began caressing her thigh with my free hand. A few blocks from her house, I pulled over on a darkened street. Instantly she was in my arms, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. Her hand had not left my erection. I traced my hand from her thigh to her mound. She moved away, pulled up her dress, and widened her legs. I began to caress her sex as she squeezed my aching penis. I moved my fingers to the top of her underpants and worked them down. As I touched the outer lips of her sex, she moaned and cried, "It's been so long!!!" I rubbed one finger against her slit. I felt it moisten and swell. I found her clitoris and began stroking it. "Oh, Leto" she cried, "Don't stop! It feels so good!" She began moving her hips fiercely against my flicking finger. Then she lost control. With a loud scream she arched her back and came. I continued stroking her sex and she came again. She slumped against the door. "You never made me feel like that when we were married," she smiled. "You never let yourself go like that either," I accused. "Now it's my turn," she announced as she grabbed my erection again. I feebly protested that she did not have to do me, that she could keep her vow. But she would have none of that. She unzipped my pants and pulled down my underpants, exposing my throbbing penis. She leaned over and kissed me deeply. She pulled my tongue into her mouth as she continued to stroke me more rapidly. When I thought I could take no more, she began rubbing me with both hands, in a circular motion. She remembered that as my favorite way of having my penis stimulated. I couldn't last long, and I didn't. I, too, came with a shout feeling sensations I had never experienced before. Semen spurted onto her hands, her arms, several drops reaching her face. She ran a finger in circles around the head of my penis until I began to soften. She took a tissue from her purse and cleaned us up. "You know we are acting like teenagers," I said. She laughed, "Not bad for two grandparents!" I started the car. As we drove the several blocks to her house, we vowed again to keep our feelings under control and not share our passions physically. Of course, we didn't keep that vow either. But that is a story for another chapter. My Ex-Wife & I Ch. 3 Looking back, I have often wondered why my ex-wife and I kept vowing, after each sexual encounter, never to allow ourselves to be intimate again. Maybe it was because we were raised the "old fashioned" way: sex only between married partners. Maybe it was the fact that I had remarried. Maybe it was because we were both frightened as to where it all might lead. But, just as waters flood through a crumbled earthen dam, my ex and I had breached the wall holding our passions in check. Though futilely fighting our rising sexual desire for each other, we began writing Emails every day. We talked on the phone every chance we got. We met for lunch several times. But we avoided being alone together. I stopped going to her house to give computer lessons. We continued to promise each other that there would be no more sex. As fortune would have it, however, our good intentions were not destined to last. Our daughter's best friend was to be married. My ex and I were both invited. We agreed to sit together during the wedding. She was waiting outside when I arrived at the church. She looked ravishing in her black pantsuit. My ex is just over five feet tall and weighs about a hundred pounds. Her auburn hair had begun graying on the sides. In spite of being a grandmother, she had a figure that women half her age would die for. I told her that she looked good enough to eat. She smiled and said, "Remember our promise." We took our places and sat down. My ex-wife sat on the end so that she could videotape our daughter in the ceremony. When the music began, her hand found mine. We allowed our knees to touch. Careful not to let others see, I began running my fingers up and down her thighs. She parted her legs and began stroking my thighs. I made my way to her mound and, through her pants, ran a finger up and down her opening. She reached over and began squeezing my erection. I felt her body shift and a low "mmmmm" escape her lips. Startled, we drew apart, passing a look of longing between us. The music ended, and though disappointed, we knew she had to start the camcorder. After the wedding, we lingered outside talking and agreeing that we just had to stop torturing ourselves. We decided that we would stop writing Emails and making phone calls. That promise lasted less than a week. She called one morning, apologizing, saying that she just wanted to hear my voice. I thanked her for calling, told her how wonderful it was to hear from her, and promised to write her an Email right away. Several days later, she sent an Email saying that she had an afternoon off the following Tuesday. I wrote back that I could free myself then and, if she wanted, why didn't she come to my house for a tour. I promised her that I would behave myself. Her return message said that she would eat lunch, change clothes, and be there at 1:00 PM. When she arrived, I told her how sexy she looked in the sweater and jeans. She thanked me, lightly kissed me on the lips, and said, "I'm ready for the tour." I took her on a circular route around the house, ending in my bedroom. I stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her. She came to me. I lay back pulling her on top of me. The desire we both had tried so hard to contain, overpowered us. Our lips met and we hungrily explored each other's mouth with our tongues. I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her tight to me, my hard erection nearly pushing through her jeans. We moved in rhythm, enjoying the friction of our bodies against each other. Unexpectedly, she grimaced and her body shuddered. Holding tightly, she pressed hard against my groin, and, with a moan of pleasure, a powerful orgasm swept through her body. Quickly, she picked up the rhythm again and brought herself to a second one. She rolled off of me. Hurriedly, she undid my pants and pulled them down. She leaned down and kissed my lips with unbridled passion. One hand found my erect penis; the fingers of the other began teasing my scrotum. Now, I was the one moaning with pleasure. She moved her hand up and down on my erection, my body bucking in response. She took my penis in both hands, rubbing back and forth. I felt my testicles drawing upward and, with an explosion of semen, I came with relief. Remembering what I enjoyed, she ran a finger around the tip of my penis as it softened. For several minutes, we lay silently side-by-side. I asked, "What are we going to do?" "I don't know, but I can't stand the torture any more," she answered. I said, "We can keep trying to control ourselves with no Emails and phone calls, but not communicating with you just makes it worse or me." "Me too," she replied. After thinking for a moment, I said, "Let's try this then. Why don't we get together when our desire for each other needs relief?" "That sounds good to me. We won't have to try to control our feelings and avoid each other. We'll know we can have each other when we need to," she responded. I walked her to the door. We shared a tender kiss. As I watched her leave, I felt a contentment knowing that we would be together again soon. That story is for the next chapter. My Ex-Wife & I Ch. 4 Over the next several weeks, my ex-wife and I really tried to control our emotions. But, writing passionate Emails and talking on the phone only increased our desire. On one occasion, we met for lunch at a park near her work. I brought a blanket. We both packed lunches. Finding an isolated place, we ate and talked and laughed. In spite of our passion and desire, we limited ourselves to hugs and kisses. We left each other unfulfilled. A few days later, she called to let me know that she would have the next afternoon off. I told her I would free myself and asked her to stop by my house again. She readily agreed. This time there was no pretense of behaving ourselves. We both knew what we wanted. My ex was no sooner inside the door than we were hungrily in each other's arms. We dropped on the couch, kissing and impatiently groping every body part we could reach. I pulled her blouse out of her skirt, unsnapped her bra, and like a starving animal, sucked on her nipples. I ran my tongue around one nipple and licked across to the other. She grabbed my head and pressed it into each breast as I went back and forth from one erect nipple to the other. She lifted her skirt, grabbed my hand, and placed it between her legs. I pulled down her pants and greedily touched her swelling sex lips. My fingers were instantly covered with her wetness. She pressed my hand to her clitoris while holding my face to her breasts. As my fingers massaged her clit, I licked and sucked her breasts. She held me tight. I continued my pressure on her clitoris until she came with a scream. I continued rubbing her clit and brought her to several more, stopping only when she asked. She informed me that now it was my turn. I lay back and she unbuckled my belt, undid the zipper, and pulled down my pants. She unbuttoned my shirt and began caressing my chest. I felt her tongue lick my nipple. What felt like a bolt of electricity flashed through my body. She moved to the other while I moaned with pleasure. She ran her fingertip across my abdomen, never taking her lips from my nipples. She moved her fingers to my legs, stroking up and down my thighs. Then, with one hand scratching my scrotum, she fondled my erect penis with the other. Her hand left my scrotum and began rubbing and pressing against my anus. My body jerked and a groan escaped my lips. She took my penis with both hands and began moving them up and down and back and forth. As my passion swelled, my body shuddered. Knowing I was about to come, she wet a finger and, as semen exploded out of my penis, pushed hard against my anus. I never come so strongly in my life. She took some come and rubbed it across the head of my penis, creating almost unbearable sensations. She lay next to me with a sigh of contentment, and fondled my penis until it became soft in her hand. Awed by the intensity of our passion, we decided that we would have to draw a line somewhere. I suggested that we stop short of actual intercourse. She agreed that would be a good place for the line. We rearranged our clothing and, as I walked her to the door, planned our next encounter. Since the next week promised Indian Summer weather, we we agreed to free ourselves for an afternoon and have another picnic in the park. I told her that this time, she was my main course! She laughed and said I would be her dessert. I arrived early and explored the woods. Searching well off the path, I found a secluded clearing near a stream. I spread out a blanket and set up the picnic. Meeting her in the parking lot, I led her to our spot. We ate hurriedly, then sat for a while watching red and golden leaves floating lazily in the current. I put my arm around her, her head resting on my shoulder. We began kissing. At first, they were soft and gentle. Our kisses became more passionate, and we explored each other's mouths and sucked on probing tongues. I had her lie on her back, her head in my lap. Leaning over to continue my kisses, I began fondling her breasts through her blouse. As she started to become aroused, I moved my hands under her skirt, running my fingers from her calves to her thighs. She opened her legs, giving me access to the center of her pleasure. Her body protested as I removed my hands from beneath her skirt. Returning to her breasts, I unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra. Leaning down, I ran my tongue around the base of her nipples. She took my head and moved it over a nipple, urging me to suck on it. I took it into my mouth, sucked gently, my tongue on its tip. I moved to the other. I could feel the heat from her rising passion as I went back and forth from nipple to nipple. She took my hand and placed it between her legs, pressing it on her mound. I began fingering the slit of her opening through her panties. She rotated her hips, pushing herself against my fingers. With both hands, I removed her panties and raised her skirt. Instead of caressing her with my fingers, I licked the inside of one thigh. I looked up for her reaction, and she gave me a nod. "Now," I said, "It's time for my main course." I moved so that my mouth could easily reach her legs and sex lips while my hands could still give attention to her breasts. I began running my tongue up one thigh and down the other while pulling on her hardened nipples. Occasionally, I would brush my tongue across her protruding outer lips causing her to moan and arch her back. After several minutes of this, she lifted my chin and said, "Please." I smiled and, reaching behind her knees, pulled her legs up and apart. I licked my way up a thigh again. When I reached her outer lips, I opened them with my tongue. A squeal of pleasure escaped her mouth. "Oh, Leto, make me come like this. Suck me hard," she begged. Licking her opening, I could taste her juices as they began to flow. I found her clitoris and ran my tongue around it until it began to swell. I drew it into my mouth and sucked firmly. I softened my grip and touched it with my tongue before forcefully drawing it in again. Her body began to stiffen. I could sense her nearing orgasm. Suddenly, she grabbed my head, pushing my face against her clit. I pulled on it as strongly as I could with my mouth and she came with a shout. Neither of us would let go, and, with her hands gripping my head and her clit in my mouth, she came again. As she relaxed, I licked her dry. Lying beside her, I heard her sigh, and gently caressed her thighs. She wasn't finished, her body again responding to my touch. I began fingering her sex lips again. Tentatively, I inserted a finger into her opening. Her hips began moving against it. I inserted another finger, and began slowly moving them in and out of her. The pace of her hips quickened. I began rubbing her clit with my thumb. She pushed hard against my fingers and thumb, held herself there, and, with a groan, came again. My fingers continued gently stroking inside as she recovered. After a few moments, she leaned on an elbow, looked into my eyes, and asked, "May I have my dessert now?" "Please do," I answered Telling me that I would never forget this moment, she helped me off with my pants. She ordered me to lay back and close my eyes. I did as she ordered. Her fingers began caressing my legs. Up and down, and, every so often, brushing against my anus and scrotum. Suddenly I felt her tongue flicking the top of my penis. My body nearly jumped off the blanket. She teased me by rolling her tongue around its head. I arched my back toward her mouth. She pushed me back and continued licking around the whole length of my shaft. Just when I felt that I could bear no more, her lips pulled my penis into her mouth. She took in its head, sucked strongly, and pulled it out. She took me in again, this time a little farther, sucked even more strongly, and pulled me out slowly. Each time I was taken farther and farther into her mouth until I could feel the back of her throat. Suddenly, she was moving my penis in and out of her mouth as rapidly as she could. I began to arch my back at every down stroke and moan uncontrollably as she pulled back. When she knew I was about to come, she began pushing a finger in and out of my anus. Semen immediately burst from my penis, filling her mouth to overflowing. I didn't think I would ever stop coming. When I opened my eyes and looked at her, I saw come dripping from her lips. She leaned down and kissed me, sharing my come with me. We looked into each other's eyes with passion, desire, and satisfaction. We rearranged our clothing and sat for a while, holding each other tenderly. Regretfully, we knew it was time to go. We stood and shared a long, soft kiss. We walked to the parking lot and said goodbye. But this time, we made no promises or vows. We would not have kept it anyway, as we were soon to find out. My Ex-Wife & I Ch. 5 The next week, there were problems with my ex-wife's computer. She called and asked if I could come up some evening soon and fix it. I readily agreed, wondering if my ex and I would have an opportunity to share our passion again. I arrived at my ex's home and was disappointed to find that my daughter and granddaughter were there. I quickly solved the problem. My granddaughter played around on the computer for a while as I talked with my ex and my daughter. Shortly, my daughter asked if I would take them home. They lived less than ten minutes away, so I said that would be no problem. I could drop them off on my way home. As we were leaving, I turned back toward my ex and mouthed, "I'll be back." At the same time, she was whispering, "Please come back." When I returned, I barely was inside the door when she ran into my arms. We kissed and groped each other with passionate desire. I guess hunger is a better word for it, or maybe just pure lust. She took my hand and led us toward her bedroom. I said, "We don't have much time." "The way I feel, we won't need much," she responded. We fell down on her bed. With our arms, legs, and lips locked together, we fumbled with each other's clothing. We stopped long enough to quickly remove all of our clothing. Standing a moment, we admired each other's body. Though we both were grandparents, she still had the body that would be the envy of a twenty-something. I had kept myself in pretty good shape as well, jogging three times a week. I reached for her and pulled her down on the bed next to me. We turned toward each other, holding each other tightly. My entire body tingled at the touch of her bare skin against mine. We tried to begin slowly, not wanting to hurry the moment, but desire and lust took over. At nearly the same moment, our passion overwhelmed us. Our kisses became more intense. Our hands began moving as if they had minds of their own. I turned on my back and pulled her on top of me. As she rolled over me she parted her legs, my penis fitting perfectly between her thighs and pressing against her clitoris. We abandoned ourselves to our hunger, kissing, nibbling, and rolling from one end of the bed to the other. Not once did we allow my penis to slip from between her legs. She turned my on my back and climbed on top of me. She adjusted our position so that my erection was pushing directly against her wet opening, yet not inside. We both began a back and forth movement. We rocked faster and faster. Remembering our vow to stop short of intercourse, I rolled her off of me and turned around so that my mouth had access to her sex-lips. I slid my tongue between her outer lips. She pushed her hips, forcing my tongue into her opening. I twirled my tongue, reaching in as deeply as I could, pulled it nearly out, then plunged it in again. She turned me on my back again and lay on top of me, placing her outstretched body on top of mine. Sitting up, she pressed her opening with greater force against my probing tongue. She leaned forward and I felt her hands wrap around my penis, her tongue licking its tip. Desire surged through my body. I continued thrusting my tongue in and out of her. She wrapped her lips around my penis and began matching my rhythm. She took my shaft deeper into her mouth with each movement until I could feel the back of her throat. I spread her legs wider and removed my tongue. I found her clit with my mouth and began strongly sucking it into my mouth as I pushed one finger, then another, between her inner lips. I felt her body shake, she pressed harder against my mouth and fingers, and came with a shout. She collapsed beside me. I quickly turned on my side and pulled one of her legs across my shoulder, opening her once again to my mouth and tongue. I reached for her clitoris and began fingering it furiously, my tongue licking whatever it could reach. Suddenly, she screamed, "I'm coming again!!" I looked at her face and saw her grimacing with another orgasm. She turned and climbed on top of me once again, placing my burgeoning penis against the wetness of her clit and began to hump her hips as fast as she could. I explored her back moving down until I could grasp her cheeks and pull them apart. A finger found her anus. I wet my finger with her come and, pressing it inside, brought her to another screaming orgasm. She continued riding me while I continued fingering her anus as she came time after time. I lost track of her orgasms. Finally, she was finished, her last orgasm barely a shudder. I expected her to take a while to recover, but before I knew it, her mouth was greedily on my penis sucking it like she had never sucked me before. I felt as if my penis was being taken in by a vacuum cleaner. She pulled back with a loud slurp, and took me back into her mouth even more strongly. She continued her pace until I was sure she was going to swallow me. I couldn’t last long at this rate and I didn’t. Sensing I was about to come, she sucked my penis into her mouth and held it there, her tongue flicking its tip. One hand grabbed my scrotum; a finger from the other inserted its way deep into my anus. I exploded, sending wave after wave of semen into her mouth. She literally sucked me dry, swallowing every last drop she could draw out of my penis, and then licked what was left off my shaft. We held each other for a few moments, amazed and overcome by our passion. When I left, we wondered if we could ever top this moment. But, of course, we did.