0 comments/ 19890 views/ 2 favorites A Lock and Its Key By: exquisitelifetime (This story is unusual so if you find it doesn't fit your needs why not just wander off and find another that does. It could be called a painful romance. I welcome positive contributions.) Jean had been walking along for some time before she realized she was lost. This wasn't an area of Valetta she knew very well; actually as much as she didn't want to really admit to herself, she didn't know it at all. She could see the clouds coming over the top of the magnificent old buildings which claimed the landscape, and she knew that she must have taken a wrong turn after getting off the rusty small ferry she had managed to rush onto. Strange she thought, as a regular visitor to this part of the world she normally could maintain her sense of direction in Valletta. As a brunette with a lovely olive complexion Jean was always fighting off the old Maltese men who whistled and ogled her voluptuous body. In her gorgeous floral dress, which accentuated her sexy body, Jean was a radiant beauty who attracted the tourists' interest; as well as the local. And while she might not have had the largest breasts in Malta that day, with her delightful curves she certainly attracted a lot of attention. Many a man; after seeing her that day, went to bed at night imagining how they'd like to rip off her knickers and stick their cocks inside her. Jean had considered that there were so many familiar and fabulous buildings in Valetta that it was a hard place to really get lost in; or so she had thought until today. University holidays were supposed to be relaxing, and after all the examination stress she'd been under just recently she was feeling a bit more frustrated than she usually did. Her swatting had been successful but the exams were harder than she expected. Under normal circumstances she would have just approached someone for directions. She just didn't feel like doing that today! The last things she needed was a fat smelly local man suggesting they go and have a drink somewhere, while he tore off her clothes and ravished her delightfully sexy body with his leering eyes. After another ten minutes of walking further on down the road Jean gave up. It was so hot. Typical of the magnificent beach weather she had been enjoying over the last few days, as she teased some of the hunky guys on the beach. However, just now, she was really completely lost, and to make things worse very tired and frustrated from the heat. She saw a café just across the road and decided it was time to have a drink and relax. As a typical summer days in Malta it was unbelievably hot and she needed to replace the fluids she was losing. The lovely floral dress; which was almost see through but not quite, had kept her cool but it was moist from her perspiration in the most embarrassing spots. If you are lost, what have you got to lose by stopping at a cafe for a refreshing drink on a hot day in Valletta? She walked across the road; careful to avoid the crazy middle aged male bus drivers who always seemed to consider the public roads their own racing tracks. Jean thought they were frustrated about their own sexual inadequacies and this made them such crazy drivers. When she was standing at the door, outside the cafe, she noticed that the café was shut. It had a closed sign hanging on the inside of the door. That was the last straw, feeling like nothing was ever going to work out for her she just started to cry. It was just one of those days when life is against you and nothing works out, no matter what you do. The young man inside the café, mopping the floor, saw the outline of woman who had come to the door and it seemed like she was crying. It was unbelievable, why would someone cry because they couldn't get in to the cafe? Carl knew the cafe wasn't that great! He went outside to investigate. Jean had her face buried in her hands with her back to the door; as she continued to sob. Carl tapped her on the shoulder, and then got the surprise of his life when she turned around and looked at him. It was Jean, and he hadn't seen her for at least three years. And it was a similar surprise when Jean turned around and saw Carl. It was the shock; she did immediately stop crying. Truthfully it was like the sun had suddenly come out from behind the clouds, and her sorrow turned to delight. Just when you think life is against you, it throws you an unexpected gift that you have been longing for but have forgotten in your despair of the moment. For here was someone so dear to her, that had been lost to her through a freak accident; it could be called nothing more than cruel act of fate. She felt a great joy fill her heart and her face flush. She couldn't help herself, Jean just smiled at him and the glow of delight filled her body with contentment. She blurted out, "what are you doing here?" Carl explained that when he'd seen her crying, he thought he should come outside and see what the matter was. He didn't realise who it was, and that he'd been cleaning the inside of the café before he seen her crying. There was an awkward silence between the two of them; neither quite knowing how to start the conversation flowing about what had happened between them. To avoid creating tension seemed a good starting point for Carl. And so Carl asked Jean why she had been crying. Jean explained the type of horrible and frustrating day she had; until she'd seen him again, and how she'd been looking for a place to have a drink. It had been too much for her when the café had been shut, as it had just capped off a particularly challenging day for her. Smiling at her, Carl said they should try to change all that, and he invited her into the café for a drink. He explained that the owner was away for the day. With a grin on his face he said that no-one else would be at the cafe until they opened it again that night at about 7pm. Once they were inside Carl fetched Jean the drink she wanted and he made himself a kinnie too. While he poured himself a kinnie on the rocks, without looking at her, he asked Jean the burning question that had sat at the back of his tormented mind for those three long years. Taking a deep breath he asked, "Jean why didn't you call me after those days we spent together in Gozo?" Caught unaware, Jean looked up from her drink and straight at Carl. He thought to himself that perhaps, from the look on her face, she was going to start crying again. But Jean remained collected enough to explain to him what had happened. "Oh that, well my mobile phone got stolen on the ferry back from Gozo. And, I didn't know how to get in contact with you. I was so upset I just cried. I just had no idea how to get hold of you", she sighed and recollected how fate had frustratingly kept them apart. She went on to explain to Carl that when they had parted she had told him that she had another two weeks left of her holiday. Fate had stepped in, that had all fallen apart, because when she had returned to her apartment she had found a message from her father. Her mother was ill. Her father had insisted that she should come home on the first flight; which she had done. She expressed her utter devastation to hom, "I was so sad, I kept asking myself what more I could have done to make sure I stayed in touch with you. I lost touch with you and nothing can make up for how frustrating that was for me." She looked longingly at Carl; she had had a wonderful time with him in Gozo – he was a fabulous lover and she felt his passionate gaze drawing her back to that engrossingly sensual experience. Carl was so relieved to understand that Jean had not run off with someone else. He had thought that she must have been using him as a local toy; the way some tourists do. Given the great time they had spent together (he had admitted to himself) it did seem unlikely. Jean was delighted that she had finally found the man she'd clicked with so well last time she was in Malta, and who treated her so delightfully well. Her body trembled in a reflective sexual glow as she thought about the wonderful few passionate days they had spent together. Her return to Malta was she knew, if she was honest with herself, a reflection of how sexually fulfilled she felt during those all too short delightfully blissful days with Carl. As Jean watched Carl work away in the café, she felt herself becoming drawn back into the feelings of burning attraction she had for him. They both started to talk about what had happened to them in the intervening three years. It was as if they had experienced a period of amnesia and had woken up to find life was still full of potential. Both their love and sex lives had been substantially unfulfilling since they separated that day three years ago. Carl's fetish was frustratingly ignored by most of his partners, and it was a real delight for him; and a lustful blessing, knowing they were connected together once more. Jean couldn't help but rethink the value of this day, and that providence had played a part in her ending up at the café where the man who answered all her sexual dreams once against stood before her. The irony was she knew she would never have found him if she had been looking for him. Getting lost that given fate the opportunity it was looking for, and so today had turned out to be the best thing to happen to Jean since arriving back in her lovely sexy Malta. The first week had been unbelievably stiflingly hot, and typically the air-conditioner had not been working at her apartment. It had been a less enjoyable holiday than she had expected to date, but she knew finding Carl and his passionate lust filled body would change all that for her, and that her holiday was about to become a real adventure. Jean might have been a very gorgeous woman but her lust was usually kept well under control, but somehow Carl seemed to have opened her up and released all her pent up desires that she somehow felt guilty about expressing with everyone but him. Life had been up and down for Carl over the last few years. Jean was a real treasure; he had missed her and their passionate ability to address his fetish for rubber; she was someone he didn't want to lose again. He put down his cloth and shifted a seat so he could sit closely next to her. He felt the physical closeness that bought them together and ignited his desire; he could smell her and her delightfully enticing aroma; created by that special perfume that told him it really was her! His body responded subconsciously to her and he felt himself becoming hard as he enjoyed her filling his senses with her presence. Jean had her hands on the table, one close to her drink and the other gently rubbing the sugar bowl. Carl reached out and took her hands in his hands and kissed each of the fingers on her hands. He smiled at her as he did this, and she smiled back at him. Jean remembered fondly how this fantastic man had pressed his lips against hers as they sat on the beach in Gozo those 3 long years ago. It was the starting point of the most unbelievably sexual fulfilling few days of her life. At the back of her mind, she secretly hoped it wouldn't be too long before they could start kissing each other again. They had both found the time apart a real challenge for their unique sexual desires, but they had each become much more experienced in life's sensual pleasures since that time together. Both realised they had missed something critical to themselves, when expressing their sexuality with another. Once again they could feel the previous incredibly strong sexual attraction pulling them fiercely together, to once again fill those strangely compatible sexual desires. Carl leant across, and Jean could see in his eyes that he longed to kiss her. Jean felt the need to feel his lips against her lips again. And as their lips met again, Jean could feel her lips caressingly slide across his succulent lips, as their lips once again renewed their delightful embrace. The softness of their lips meant they were melting together, and their whole bodies trembled. As they locked lips together in a passionate remembrance of strangely exotic proportions, knowing that their needs would be quenched in secretly poetic compliance. Their bodies and minds knew it was the powerful lust and sensational sexual fulfilment that lay ahead for them and had trapped them. That the delicate flesh of their lips had come back to join its erotic match again, but that it was at the start of a path that led away from kissing to very exotic pleasures. They felt a sharing of a common sexual bond that reignited a long lost sensual pleasure that could not be quelled for their individually exotic fetishes. Life had cruelly given them strangely exotic desires. The sensualness of the lips joining together again was a welcome and exquisite experience for both of them to revel in again. It was however, a coming together of a lock and key, and once the lock was open, the normalness of the passionate kisses would denigrate into the background. Opening their desires drove them to partake of a lust that would disgust many sexually conservative and inhibited readers on this literotica site. It was bound to prompt outrageous disgust by the very same people who cannot bear to consider that a violent propensity for rubber and strap-on penetration was in any way acceptable for two passionate people with fetishes that made them exactly right for each other. The urgency of her desires drove her on. Jean's tongue entered Carl's mouth, and tickled his tongue and fucked itself into his mouth, and they began their game of tongue wrestling; that Carl was destined to lose because it so well suited his desires. Jeans hands caressed his face which was covered in thick rough stubble. As they were looking into each other's eyes, they continued to kiss and play with each other's mouths; lips and tongues. Their bodies were joined in a ballet of oral proportions. The joy of kissing the lips of the one they most desired drove them on to make an erotically juicy game of their kissing. They both had their eyes shut as their kissing went on and on. They knew inside themselves, that a key was turning inside a lock that would once again liberate their true desires that they exposed only to the other. Jean wondered how is it that I am only like this with Carl? What is it about him that brings this burning unrestrained desire out in me, and turns me on so much, that I only ever think of him? Life is so fickle sometimes. Finally, Jean felt Carl running his hands along her upper legs. It felt so overwhelmingly delightful and erotic to have him touching her again. She felt the erotic tingling as his hand caressed her flesh. His hand moved across the outside of her thighs, and then around the top of her thighs, and then into the hot moistness that lay between her legs. His fingers were gently pinching and teasing the inside of her upper thighs. She was so wild with desire for this man again, he was once again driving her body towards a state of total unrestrained lust. Jean felt the need to express this feeling and so she started to loudly moan in appreciation of his attention to her body. "Mmmm, oh so lovely. Just like that. Ohhhh yessss," she mewed. And then the lock was open inside her lust filled mind. She felt the shift within herself. Carl must have known what he was doing, he must want this; his attention to detail in the way he was attending to Jean's body was predictable as a precursor to Jean's transformation. Snap went the lock! Jean felt the desire take hold of her mind as her hand lashed out and slapped Carl's face. Again and again she lashed out at him. She felt the sting spread across the palm of her hand, knowing full well that he would feel its effects as it crashed into his face. Jean looked at the redness of his face and gently caressed the cheeks she had slapped. Carl had hoped rather than expected that Jean would once again establish her cruel dominance over him. His heart race as he watched, like a silent observer, as her hands launched themselves upon his face. He heard the explosion of body meeting body, as the skin and muscle of his cheeks shouted in pain to his mind. His cock grew harder as he then enjoyed the caress of his tinglingly engorged cheeks. It told him that she was willing to participate in the games of lust that had locked them together in the past. It was at this point that Jean looked up to check to see whether someone outside the café would be able to see in, and watch her about to lose total control over her inhibitions. Carl smiled at her, he knew what she was concerned about so he moved away from her towards the door. When he reached the door he pulled down the blind on the door and made sure the door was deadlocked. They had been busy at the back of the café, away from the prying eyes of people passing by, and with the blind of the door closed (and the door locked), they were now completely secure to enjoy their intimate time together undisturbed by prying eyes. Carl wanted Jean free to enjoy herself in any way she wanted. While Carl was busy with closing them off from the outside world, Jean slipped her hand into her handbag, she grabbed what she wanted, and put them on. She smiled to herself, knowing how long these had lain carefully hidden in her handbag. Finally to use them, as they were intended, was a wonderfully unexpected surprise. And she knew it would be a welcome surprise for Carl too. Carl looked at Jean as he walked back towards her, and Jean pointed down towards her pussy. Carl smiled, licked his lips, and nodded his head in affirmation. When he reached Jean, he lowered himself, and knelt in front of Jean. He positioned himself at her feet, as a pussy love slave. She sat on her chair as he prepared himself to worship her pussy once again. She looked down at him and said, "all that kissing has got me really worked up and hot, and I remember that you had a very special talent you've showed me; oh how I've missed that tongue of yours. It's just too cruel. Mmmmm, oh go for it. Do what I need you to, and don't you dare stop until I tell you to." Carl knew exactly what she wanted. He had dreamed of this again and again. Jean watched as Carl lifted up her dress, and she felt his face and mouth press against the rubber panties that were covering her pussy. She knew she was going to be very wet for him. As Carl face approached his goal, he could smell the combination of Jean's juicy pussy and it's rubber covered housing. His cock swelled and throbbed into its full hardness. That aroma of rubber and Jean's pussy juices, it was a combination that almost made him faint with lustful desire. To Jean's delight, and as she had so much hoped for, Carl seemed quite engulfed in his task of feasting on her radiant pussy through the rubber panties. He started with nibbling and sucking on her inner thighs through the rubber. Jean could feel him using his very talented tongue and lips to ravish her ever eager pussy. To Jean's relief and enjoyment Carl was running his juicy wet athletic tongue along the edge of her rubber panties. Unbelievably he was able, at the same time to push his tongue underneath her rubber panties, to begin his quest for tickling, teasing and tasting her magnificently succulent pussy. Cruelly Jean grabbed his head and pushed his face harder against her rubber cover pussy. Carl loved the way she mashed his face into her pussy. He wanted her to push his face into her drenchingly aroused pussy even further. It was almost like she was using his tongue and lips as a sex toy on herself; as she used his face as a tool to pleasure herself because she was engulfed in her own lust. She didn't care about his satisfaction; she just wanted him to make the fire inside her burn bright with growing delight. A Lock and Its Key He loved the fact that she hadn't shaved or even trimmed the hair on her pussy; it showed she was self engrossed in her own pleasure and he knew that she understood his love for the feel of the rubber and pussy hair as he feasted on her. As his face was cover in her love juices he was in pure heaven. It was just as he wanted it to be and that superbly disgustingly lust engulfed him. Filling him with the desire to try even harder to suck, nibble, caress, and tantalize between her legs so as to make her come quickly. He buried his face even further into her hairy pussy, sucking on the hair, his nostrils filled with the aroma of rubber and pussy juice as he was expertly caressing her inner thighs with his tongue, as he was pushing his tongue inside her; as deep as it would extend with the pussy imprisoned by its rubber shroud. It wasn't long before her saturated pussy was leaking juices over her rubber panties and down her inner thighs. It was more a combination of her pussy juice and his saliva from the unbridled feasting he had partaken of. Jean loved the feeling of having her rubber panties completely saturated and sticky from Carl's worship of her deserving pussy. Carl waited for it to happen. When, oh when, would she begin. The anticipation was excruciating. Finally, to his relief Jean dug her nails into the soft muscular flesh on his shoulders as she felt Carl plough his tongue along her pussy through her rubber panties. He was groaning in pain as he slowly pushed aside her panties with his athletically endowed tongue. With his right hand he began to massage her pussy through her soaked rubber panties, and used two of his fingers to fill her yearning hole. The feeling of being eaten through her panties and having her pussy filled with his fingers was breathtaking. She gasped, and squeezed her nails deeper into his flesh as she felt him push his tongue in deeper. His fingers we sliding in and out of her fire filled pussy passage. He slightly curved his fingers as he searched for her G-spot. Jean quivered as he ran his hard tongue along the top of her pussy towards her clit. Jean then felt him reach up with his other hands towards her pussy, and she then felt his fingers at the top of her pussy lips. She released her grip on his flesh and reached down and took hold of her rubber panties. Once she had a firm grip on them she pulled them hard and ripped them off herself. Jean spoke to Carl in a commanding tone, "you have no reason to stop, get to it. Fuck me with those fingers, and don't you dare stop. Get to sucking my clit. Do it now!" Then Jean felt him use both his hands to open her pussy lips as he attached his lips to her clit. She knew what he would do next and he didn't disappoint her. Oh, wow, Jean fierce desire was set alight as he pushed three fingers deep inside her tight invitingly drenched pussy; as he sucked tightly on her clit. He slowly and rhythmically used his three finger to roughly slide in and out of her untamed pussy; making sure to create enough brutish friction so that Jean was soon moaning uncontrollably. Once again she slapped and hit out at Carl as he continued unabated to service her gorgeous pussy. As he sucked on her clit, he flicked his tongue out to tease it. It was an overwhelming sensation for Jean; it was too much and enough to want it even more. A pleasure and pain combination of blinding sensation that was addictive. Jean felt the waves of excruciating sexual pleasure raise her body upward, she could feel what was clearly going to be a huge orgasm. She started her involuntary groaning and Jean hips bucked to meet Carl's fingers thrusting inside her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh you absolute bastard!!!! Give it to me!!! Yessssss!!! Fuck don't stopppp", she yelled as the amazingly powerful orgasm rolled through her and her pussy squirted everywhere. Carl felt her body tense as her sucked her clit as she came. His hand was drenched from the orgasmic juices of her powerful pussy's uncontrollable expression of delight. She needed all of it now. After her orgasm she wanted to show Carl just what she needed now. She wanted to dominate Carl in a way that would totally express her appreciation for his submissive attentions to her succulent pussy. With the lock now completely open between them, their inhibitions were gone now and they were back inside her true sexual selves. Together they were exactly what the other needed. "Carl I need the strap on, you'd better have it with you or you're in so much trouble. Go and get it for me," Jean instructed. While at the back of her mind she had really doubted that Carl would have it with him, she was absolutely delighted when he stood up and moved toward the other room. Within 2 minutes he was back at her side with the strap on in his hand. She grabbed the strap-on from him roughly. Jean stared into his eyes, as she demanded of him, "right down with your pants while I strap this thing on. Sluts like you know exactly what they deserve." As Jean strapped the rubber cock onto herself and slid the bulbous head of the strap-on inside herself, she watched Carol undo his pants. He pulled his jeans and underwear down to reveal his invitingly submissive bottom. Jean felt the power of her lust circle and then trap her mind. She reached out and grabbed hold of Carl's hard cock. Jean demanded to know, "is this all you have for me? What kind of little boy are you? I want to fuck the arse of a real man, not a man with a tiny soft dick like yours." And once again, in a commanding voice she said to him, "right lay over that table while I show you what a real woman can do to you. You know what to expect, you've been fucked before, haven't you?" Carl lay his chest and arms flat on the table, they would steady him as Jean took pleasure in fucking his arse. Knowing his fate and desiring it to begin immediately, he stuck his inviting bottom out towards Jean. She smeared lubricant all over the phallic protrusion and moved up close to him. Jean looked at how Carl had positioned himself; he was a good boy as he was exactly as she wanted him to be. His torso was on the table but he was positioned so that Jean could grab his cock whenever she wanted to while she was fucking him. Jean was so close to Carl now she could smell the lust exuding from his body. As she placed her hard rubber cock against his arse she could feel his whole body tense up. She pulled back and watched Carl taunt bottom muscles. He was a bad boy! "Carl you must relax, it's not going to work if you tense up. I'll hurt you if I push my cock up your arse while you're so tense. Relax or I'm going to have to slap your bottom if you don't relax," she instructed him. Jean knew what he wanted, and that he was purposefully tensing himself. He made no movement to relax. Jean would give him exactly what she knew he desired. "Right, you know what to expect! You've disobeyed me, and now you're going to pay for that," she scolded him. Carl waited for Jean to smack his arse. Jean drew her hand back and whipped it down towards his soft inviting bottom. Wack! She loved that sound of her power over him. Carl felt his bottom sting as Jeans hand lashed into his soft flesh. He want her to keep going. Again and again Jean smacked his bottom, alternating her hands to maximize the stinging effects on Carl's bottom. Finally Carl had enough. His bottom was burning from the stinging slaps of Jeans hands. "Okay, okay Jean, I'll do as you say but please no more," pleaded Carl. "You're done when I say you're done," said Jean. Her hands were starting to get sore from the smacking. Jean decided she needed to punish him for making her hands sore from slapping him. "Okay, I have something special for you today," teased Jean. With both her hands Jean reached out and grabbed hold of the pink puffy soft and sore flesh of Carl bottom, then when she had hold of it, she dug her nail into that aching flesh. Carl screamed out in agony. "No, no, not that. Oh fuck that hurts. Stop. Please stop. No more," begged Carl. After pushing her nails even deeper into his flesh Jean withdrew her hands to look at the effects on Carl's bottom. She could see the tiny blood stains where her nails had pierced his flesh. Ten indentations with blood engorged tracks lay displayed on Carl's pink flesh. "Now relax and stay still while I push my cock inside you, you naught boy'" teased Jean as she placed her hard rubber cock against Carl's arse. Slowly Jean eased her strap-on into Carl's arse. Carl could feel his arse being filled by the stiff flexible rubber strap-on he had given to Jean to use on him. Oh, wow, it felt so good to have Jean filling him up. Jean leant over and spoke carefully and succinctly into Carl's ear. Knowing that Carl was expecting her to take control of him, Jean wanted to bolster Carl's anticipation. "I'm going to fuck you good and hard. I know you love it that way. And while you are begging me for more, I'm going to grab that cock of yours and tease it until you beg me to stop," whispered Jean. Carl readied himself for the teasing of his cock, knowing full well that Jean was a very cruel mistress. When Jean reached around him and squeezed his cock in a vice like grip, Carl let out a sound that was half way between a moan of lust and gasp of unexpected pain. "What are you doing? You said you were going to tease my cock, and yet you're squeezing me too hard for it to be teasing," panted Carl. "But you love it don't you? And, if I dig my nails cruelly into the soft flesh of your hard cock you'd love that too, wouldn't you? Just like this, can you feel that? tauntingly asked Jean. "Oh, oh, fuck yes, that's so good, oh yes, give me more, I love it. Fuck my arse and dig your nails into my cock. It feels so fucking wonderful, I just want more," said Carl. Jean moved up to the crown of Carl's cock and pulled back his foreskin. Then she stabbed her nail into the top of Carl's cock. Carl expecting her do something like this wasn't surprised by her cruelty but the pain it cause him meant his was moaning in lustful agony. He thrashed his arms about and banged on the table as the intensity of the pain gripped him. The intense feeling of pleasure his cock was experiencing, while Jean fucked his arse with her strap-on, meant that Carl was going to come fairly quickly. Suddenly Jean could feel him tensing up and his cock swelling. She knew he was about to shoot his load of cum everywhere. She loved the fact that she had made him come so quickly. It was so fabulous that he got so turned on by her fucking him. "Fuck yes, oh, fuck yes, that's so fucking good, don't stop, I'm coming now," begged Carl, as Jean racked her nails up and down the delicate flesh of his cock. Jean's hand was covered in Carl's cum. She rubbed his cum all over her pussy. Slowly she withdrew the strap-on from Carl's arse. As she pulled her cock out she stroked his still pick arse seductively and lovingly. "Okay, you know what I want now lover boy, get down and get to it," instructed Jean. As she watched Carl lower himself towards her pussy again Jean felt the tingling start again in her quivering breasts. It was so unusual that her engorged nipples were so hard and almost feral with lust. She rubbed her breasts through her top. Jean could feel herself so close to coming, it was so inviting, to have Carl face buried in her pussy again. She could feel herself completely drenched and juicy as the protrusion from the strap-on had stimulated and teased her beyond belief. She needed to be completely fulfilled, so she told him to run his tongue over her clit like it was a big ice-cream. "Take big long licks, it's so taunt and ready for your tongue. And while your licking my clit, put your fingers in me and strum my G-spot," said Jean. Carl wanted Jean to have so much uncontrollable pleasure that she would recognise him as a fervent worshiper of her gorgeously sexy body. She was the woman for him. The one, the only, no-one else could match her suitability for his fetishes. He didn't ever want to be with anyone else again. And when you feel that way, you'll do anything for that person you want to please. Carl loved to eat her and Jean was sure he would be eager to administer some more attention to her trembling body which she was sure would turn rigid from the on-coming brutally powerful orgasm she could feel that was about to take hold of her body. Jean knew from her previous experience with Carl that it was likely to be a riotous orgasm that would cause her to convulse and squirt uncontrollably when she came. Strangely, she could only manage to squirt when she was orgasming with Carl. Finally, like a storm so long in coming, there was utter silence and then she fiercely came. It crashed upon her. Carl felt her tense up and lift her pussy tighter into his grip. His face mashed succulently into it feasting place. Jean felt him totally consuming her pussy. "Mmmmmmm, oh, yumm, mmmmm, l love it, keep those fingers strumming me," Jean screamed as she came again and again. Jean found herself rigid with the power of her orgasm. It released her inhibitions, and she could feel herself squirting as she enjoyed her orgasm take hold of her and race the bliss of its pleasure through her. Carl felt himself drowning as Jean's pussy squirted out its fluid to drench his face. He was carefully breathing through his nose as he kept up his sucking and licking of her pussy, no matter that his face was covered in her love juices. And then when he didn't stop; it was too much. Oh hell, way too much. Would he stop? Surely he'd stop. "Enough Carl, I've had enough. Please stop, fuck, it's just too much," she begged. Watching her intently, Carl stopped his licking and strumming. He stood up and leant over to where Jean lay on the table. He moved his face towards her face. When he could look straight into her eyes he smiled. "Wow, that was so good, I've missed you so much, life just hasn't been the same without you," Carl sighed. "Well I'm back in your life again now, and I have no intention of ever losing touch with you again. You've got no idea how powerful those orgasms were for me. That was fabulous, you're a pussy lover babe,' laughed Jean. "I'll be your pussy licker babe for a long as you ever want, if you keep fucking my arse and playing with my cock like that," smiled Carl. The both dressed and sat down on the seats at the table and had a drink. After that workout in the heat of the day in Malta they needed a few drinks to settle their thirsts.