0 comments/ 2486 views/ 3 favorites Stirring By: stepsonic Jan and I really hit it off. He told me that he was on vacation with some business associates and looking to forget heartache back home where he was from. I could completely understand his vibe, and I think that was why we ended up having a walk on the beach one night in the Dominican. I summarily told him about John, leaving out vital pieces of information that would make me seem like an awful person. It was going to be something I would have to live with: knowing that I had allowed my body to be used. "Do you think about him often?" Jan asked me as we let our bare feet get caught by the waves from the ocean. "I try not to. You kind of remind me of him" I replied softly. Jan was about six feet tall and shared some resemblance to John. He wore rimless eye glasses, had some greyish stubble, and had specks of white peppered throughout his hair which he wore neatly combed to one side. He had an accent that was vaguely German, and as we sipped dark rum from out plastic beach cups I found his accent sounding sexier and sexier. "I was thinking about my ex a lot on the first night here. I almost broke down and called her; but it's getting better." Jan's hand began to graze mine as we walked. "It helps to talk to a beautiful woman like you. My ex looks nothing like you." I began to blush and feel butterflies. It seemed like no matter where I went, the universe had destined me to hook up with a mature older white man. I left John behind, and he was about to be replaced by Jan. I turned to look up at Jan's face to find him gazing at me with a smile spreading across his lips. Our eyes locked and for a moment I felt the waves from the ocean pause. I looked away as I remembered that the last time I felt like this was with John. I felt ashamed. Jan took the hint and our moment was lost. We began to steer ourselves to the stairs leading to the boardwalk. "I don't know about you," I said. "but, I need to drink something stronger than this" We walked back to the hotel lobby where the open bar was absolutely rammed. One of the nightly shows had just let out and many of the guests had evidently decided to get liquored up. There were couples and "soon-to-be-couples" everywhere. Jan and I ordered several drinks within the span of an hour. Jan told me about how he had walked in on his ex-common-law spouse using a dating app on her iPhone. He said that she confessed all of her misdeeds as soon as he asked her about the app, and that she had "tried to tell him" but never could find the words. "I moved out a few weeks ago, but I missed her a lot until now." Jan admitted over drink number four. "Oh?" I cooed. "What changed to make you stop missing her?" "I met you, Sam." Jan replied. I could barely contain my laughter. "What a cheesy line!" I giggled at the corniness of his attempt, but also thrilled by his sexy-forwardness. In my mind I kept checking off the running list of qualities Jan had that I adored so far. John had never been this open. It always felt like he was hiding a multitude of really small, but also really important things that would help to illustrate they type of person he was. Unfortunately for me, I had to learn in the hardest way possible, who John was on the inside. Jan kept making romantic gestures and complimenting me; which I enjoyed, but as the evening went on, I couldn't shake the worry and concern I was feeling. I only had a few days left of my vacation, and since I hadn't even told John that I was leaving, I was worried about what his emotional state may be when I returned. "You're thinking about him again aren't you?" Jan asked as my thoughts began to deteriorate into complete distraction. "How can you tell?" I asked. "You haven't been listening to me. At least not for the last few minutes. I asked you if you wanted me to come to your room tonight, and you said sure. I thought it would be wise to check with you in case you didn't hear my question." Jan's smile was devilish. His straight white teeth were showing now and his hair has escaped its neat style and locks of gray and blonde were falling into his face. The breeze from the ocean was blowing his shirt against his body, and I could tell that he was in very good shape for a man his age. So many things about Jan reminded me of John- they even seemed to be around the same age. I burst out laughing. "Guilty! I definitely did not hear you ask that; but I think it would be a nice idea." I allowed my hand to rest on his knee and smiled back at him. Clearly he was aware that my mind was on someone else, but that did not hinder him from attempting to make me forget his competition. When we arrived at my room Jan kissed me very gently, on my lips. The kiss evolved with the invasion of a slippery pink tongue from my mouth into his. We stood in the hallway just outside of my door when the pilot light that had been going all night finally erupted into a fire. We barely made it into my room before my top was off and Jan was kissing and sucking on my dark brown nipples. "So beautiful...so sexy..." Jan murmured into my breasts. He held one in each hand, taking time to tease and lick each nipple. I laid down on the bed on my back as Jan proceeded to kiss down my body and remove all clothing that prevented him access to my body. There was an electric jolt through my legs when Jan expertly slithered his tongue into my wet hole. It was quite long, and he did an excellent job to push it as deep inside of me as it would reach. He slowly fucked me with his tongue until I began to buck my brown lips against his face. The feeling of a tongue inside of me made my desire feel so intense that I could barely cope. My orgasms had me clenching my walls over and over again until he licked his middle finger and inserted it into my tightness. My legs were spread open now, as far as I could manage to allow Jan in. He continued to lick and suck on my clit as he fingered my pussy. I was impressed by his skill, moaning as he licked me like I was the tastiest thing he had eaten all day. I relaxed and let my mind go as I enjoyed his handy work. Our passion had built to an insurmountable level. We both knew that he needed to be inside of me. Jan lined his beautifully sized white cock up to my entrance. It was the prettiest cock I had seen in a long time. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes; readying myself to be entered. Nothing. I opened my eyes to look at Jan, thinking he was doing something strange, and saw him looking back at me. His cock was fully erect and beginning to show veins from how hard he was; yet, he was looking into my eyes with a strange expression. "You are so beautiful. You deserve to be treated like a queen." Jan nearly whispered. I was moved. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I sat up and placed a kiss on his lips. He deepened the kiss and gently pushed me back onto the bed and laid over top of me. His kiss was so passionate that I felt a need growing within me. I wanted to be cautious, but I knew this was more than just a vacation fling. From then on, I wanted only to be penetrated by him and no one else. He made slow, passionate love to me that night for what felt like hours. It had started off as a blurry drunken fuck-fest, but then slowed to a pace that gave me the most incredible sex I had experienced in months. It was as if John's brutalizing style had pulled wool over my eyes; making me forget what true lovemaking actually was. By the time Jan was spent, we had a mini-scare thinking that the condom had broken, but quickly realized that he had made my juices drip onto the bed from my repeated orgasms. Very soon after cumming, I fell asleep. After being with Jan that night, the rest of my vacation with him was everything I had wished for in my regular life. Surprisingly, the first two days back at work were smooth and uneventful. I had been apprehensive Sunday evening about going back to work. Knowing that John would be there after I pretty much disappeared off to the Dominican was making me ill. I wasn't sure of what he would be thinking or feeling; but why the fuck should I have cared? Jan spoke with me on the telephone Monday night for nearly three hours. It was such a fresh feeling to be open with a man, and not to have nagging guilt in my mind about keeping things a secret. Jan told me that he was a single guy who "didn't want to wait for his queen to become available", when he confessed his feelings for me over the phone. "I need to be with you now. Forget this other guy Samantha. I really think we have something here "Jan said to me so tenderly. "You know that night... sorry, I meant those multiple nights..." he began to chuckle as I giggled at our private joke. During the trip, it had seemed that Jan practically moved into my suite at the resort after our first night of passion. "When we made love it was something special, Samantha. I know you felt that." My heart beat began to speed up, not out of fear, but from an exhilarating emotion I had trouble identifying right there and then. When I noticed how late it was, Jan and I said our good byes and solidified our plans to see each other that weekend. As I lay in bed waiting for sleep to take me, I ran my long fingers over the soft mound between my thighs and felt a slick wetness. Hearing Jan say such romantic things had made me wet. A sigh escaped my lips as I pushed my middle finger into my quivering hole with my right hand. My left hand traveled to my breasts to tease toy and tug on my nipples. I imagined Jan's naked and toned body flexing over me as I lay helplessly weak from body draining orgasms. I didn't reach the mind blowing orgasm I had fantasized about, but masturbating to the thought of him did the trick by getting me to sleep sooner. When I finally ran into John at work it was Wednesday mid-morning. "Samantha- Hey!" I heard John as he caught me by the elevator. This time he wasn't wearing the familiar gold band I had come to recognize so aptly. "John. Hello, how are you? I responded professionally. As I scanned passers-by with my peripheral vision for anyone taking notice of our interaction, I could see that no one seemed to find anything unusual. "I heard you were on vacation; that is great news. Where did you go?" John asked with what I saw as fake enthusiasm. I looked him dead in his eyes. Black reflected back at me. I hesitated providing an answer. "I- I went to the Caribbean with a couple of friends." I stammered out as my pitiful response. I was falling back into my old submissive patterns. I needed to show John that I was strong, resilient and able to defend myself. If I showed weakness he would use it as a way to dominate my mind, then my body not too long after that. I had to finish stronger. "Actually, John," I continued after a brief pause. "I went to a singles resort in the Dominican with my guy-friend Barry. Separate rooms of course. The resort has a casino, but most of the action I saw was far away from the blackjack tables." I embellished the hell out of my story and even cocked up one of my eye brows to emphasize the innuendo I was trying to convey. I was daring him to lose his composure. John sharply inhaled a breath while flaring his nostrils. His smiling expression did not change however. "That sounds like quite an adventure," John mused. "I bet you were up and down all over the island with your friends. It sounds like you made a lot of friends." "Oh yeah," I gushed. I was having fun reveling in John's jealousy. "We even went on a cave-exploring tour one day. Some of the guys from the bar took a liking to us and came along. By the end of the tour it felt like me and the guys explored every single hole that we could find!"I finished my embellished story with a big smile, as if only sharing a funny vacation story with a colleague. After all, to anyone outside of our conversation; this is all that was indeed happening. Innocent chit-chat. John looked ill. He had lost much of the colouring in his face over the last few seconds of my story. "I'm glad you had a good time." John coughed out in response. "As long as we don't have to fill out any paperwork with HR indicating that you eloped or something..." he finished off his awkward joke-comment by laughing a bit too loudly, and with an animated glance at my left hand to check for a ring. When John lowered his face to 'jokingly' look for a fabled wedding ring; I felt his shoulder brush me and an electric spark flew up and around my body. I was in big trouble. I needed to get as far away from him as humanly possible. It was evident that he may have felt the same spark. John was staring into my eyes, not saying anything. In my dazed and stupefied state I stared back until the "ding" from the nearby elevator bank snapped me out of his power. "I have to go to lunch." I muttered and walked away briskly to the stairwell. John followed. "Samantha. Why do you keep running away from me? Don't push me away." John said as he clasped my arm in his large grasp. He held me where we stood in the secluded stairwell. He pulled me close and kissed me gently. His lips and beard grazed mine and I found myself enjoying it. The kiss was almost as gentle as our first kiss in the parking lot so many months ago... before all of his ugliness came out. I allowed the kiss to go on for a few seconds as the guilt of remembering Jan grew in my gut. I began to pull my body away as John's previously innocent hand running though my hair became a tug and pull. I jerked my body at the pain of him pulling and yelped "Ouch!" "Shhh..." John soothed. "It only hurts for as long as you resist." He was pulling harder to keep my face near his as my struggle intensified. Thankfully, a door to the stairwell on a higher floor swung open, and a group of people were descending- soon to meet us on the landing of our floor and discover our entanglement. I took this as my opportunity to escape and I bolted back upstairs to the next floor, hopped on the elevator down to the lobby, and out the rear entrance to the building. Luckily, I actually had plans to meet up with Carrie, a colleague of mine from my entry level days in the steno pool. She had been my manager until about a few years before when she left the company to take three maternity leaves in a row. Even though I wasn't the type to take my life in the direction she had; I had always respected her dedication to her family and for sticking to her values. Carrie would always tell me the same thing: "my career can wait, Sammy. My girls will only be kids for a short time." When I arrived at the restaurant, Carrie was already seated in a booth. Her long black hair was beautiful as I had always remembered. She had thick dark rimmed glasses with painted red lips. I always loved this look on her, as she reminded me of a hot geeky Latina MILF. "Sammie! So great to see you! You look hot girl!" Carrie exclaimed while inviting me into a big hug. We talked, ate, and laughed for over an hour. I declined to watch the clock too closely; after my run-in with John in the stairwell I was in no mood to return to work that day. After I relaxed and ventured into my second 6 oz glass of lunch-wine, Carrie dropped a bomb on me. "Sammy: I'm leaving Chris." She informed me. "You're leaving your husband?" I repeated; unsure if I had heard correctly. "Well, it's more of a trial separation. Maybe I was a bit too dramatic?" Carrie explained. "He's moving in with his mother for a while, and I'll stay in the house with the kids. His mother is nearby so he will still be around to see the kids." "You don't seem the least bit upset..." I asked cautiously. Carrie was always the most headstrong woman I knew. Once she made up her mind about something it would take a public inquiry and recommendations from a governing body for her to change her mind. "Sam, I found photos of him balls deep in some woman at some drunken bachelor party from last year. He swore it was a one-time thing, but I just need some space...and to not see him for a while. You know what though? I wasn't even mad when I saw the photos. I was sick, don't get me wrong; but it's like: I knew that eventually somehow, in some way, he would cheat on me. I feel like I've been waiting for it since my last pregnancy. So really, it's not good that this happened, but I'm ok. I will be ok. I feel like our family can survive this." "Do you still love him?" I had asked to distract myself from my own thoughts of self-loathing, knowing that I had been the other woman who fucked a married man. "Yeah. I think I do. Either way, a divorce for something like this is, in my opinion, a bit drastic given that we have three children together. I might as well have some revenge sex, and sign us up for couples counseling." I sat and stared in amazement. Carrie was finding a way to handle this potentially life shattering event by sectioning off her next moves into a series of steps that sounded as simple as a cake recipe. "Can I ask you something?" I blurted out to Carrie when my guts felt like they couldn't take any more guilt. Tears welled up in my eyes as I asked Carrie if she knew John. I abridged my story by telling her that I had been going through a lot of stress at work because he had been given the promotion I had worked so hard for. I left out everything about our sexual and controlling relationship, or his assaults on my body. "Oh that guy, I've heard of him. Don't worry, he won't be around for long." Carrie scoffed. My confusion began to build and bubble over. It took so much personal restraint to not reach over the table and shake the shit out of Carrie and make her explain what the fuck she was talking about. "John is a weirdo, Sam. He was a grunt at our other office for a while until his wife died, like, four years ago. Then all of a sudden he started getting all these promotions because the police ruled it a suicide. Once word got around that he was a widower with two sons whose wife kicked the bucket, management felt sorry for him." Carrie's voice dripped with mock sympathy. "I hear, he still wears his wedding ring and talks about her like she's still alive. He's totally cuckoo. I also heard that his sons went from boarding school to University in the UK and barely talk to him. I guess their family on their mother's side really tried to keep them away from John." I could tell that Carrie's love for gossip was coming out as she continued. "If THAT'S who they gave the position to over you, it won't last long. You have way more qualifications than him, and if I were you, I'd start marketing myself as a free agent. I can think of ten other companies that would step over their own stockholders to have you in charge of one of their divisions." Carrie went on and on about my career aspirations as I tuned her out to filter through the information I had just heard about John. I didn't go back to work that day and I conveniently came down with a flu for the rest of the week. It wasn't a total lie; after all, the management was making me want to vomit. Jan and I made plans to see each other on Friday night. I got my apartment nice and tidy, lit some candles and put on a sexy black dress to help entice Jan on his arrival to my apartment. He wanted to take me somewhere nice, so I wanted to help him show off what a sexy black girlfriend he had. We had a wonderful night out. I was able to completely forget about John when I was with Jan. When we returned to my apartment building I remember a distinct feeling of worry that something was wrong. Upon walking up to my apartment door, it looked as though someone had smeared the handle with some sort of black soot-like substance. What I saw when I turned on my light turned my stomach inside out. In large red and black spray paint the words "BLACK BITCH!" were written on my living room wall. There was torn up clothing everywhere and it smelled like someone had poured vinegar all over the place. Either vinegar or piss. Stirring Creatures 'Twas the night before Christmas...and I landed on the fifth house in a middle-class suburban neighborhood. With my goodies in hand I slid down the chimney. By this time the seat of my pants was black. After all it was winter and the chimneys were stained with soot. Once inside I did my thing, admired the beautiful tree, gobbled down my cookies and milk and arranged the childrens presents just so. Before I left there was always one last thing that I liked to do and so I crept down the hallway and peeked in on the family. The small children were sleeping, snug in their beds. Visions of Candy and expensive toys dancing in their heads. Then I peeked in on the 18 year old Grant. As he lay on his back I could tell by the rise in the sheet what kind of vision was dancing in his head. Boys will be boys. Next it was the parents bedroom, Eve and her husband Wayne. Not to my surprise, Eve was slithering out of bed and being extremely careful not to wake her husband. I leaped to the far side of the doorway trying not to be seen. I knew where she was going, and knew I was safe here. You see...the mom in this home had a very naughty secret, just like many of the moms in the homes I visit. I could never put them on my naughty list though...it's just what mommies do. Eve crept out the door, slipping the flimsiest of short silk robes over her smooth tanned nakedness. The smell of her fragrant perfume wafted past me, mixed with the pungent aroma of the ripe fruit of her womanhood. I watched the 38 year old blond sashay down the hallway, the curvy swell of her buttocks gracefully swaying back and forth. Her little tan bare feet gently tapped against the hallway floor, the toenails on her squatty little toes painted a deep Christmas red. As I was expecting, she turned into Grant's bedroom and the door closed softly behind her. If it was one thing hundreds of years on the job had taught me, it was how to sneak around a house without getting caught. I crept to Grant's door, turned the knob and peeked inside. I was immediately rewarded with a site that never failed to take my breath away... A tiny robe slipping from a mother's shoulders and dropping to her feet. A teenager truck with awe as he watched the naked middle-aged beauty he calls mom looming over him. I could see the backs of the huge slopping contours of Eve's breasts and could only imagine the view her son must have. She crawled onto his bed and pulled back his covers. With her ass pointed at the door I was greeted by the site of a smooth shaven clam and a winking butt hole. As their bodies disappeared under a mountain of blankets I decided it was time for a closer look. I lowered down onto my belly and wormed across the bedroom floor. You might wonder how the big bellied man could pull this off. As I said before, I may be a fat ass, but I'm extremely good at what I do. Reaching the foot of the bed I peered up onto the mattress. The blankets moved around from the squirming, twisting bodies underneath. "Oh-h-h mom." I heard Grant's young voice quiver. "Mmmmm." Came Eve's soft loving response. I watched as their feet peeked from the bottom of the covers. Clearly Eve was now laying underneath him on her back. Her sexy golden-brown feet arched as they slid up and down her son's strong calf muscles. So keen were my senses that I could actually hear their tongues dancing together and the beat of Grant's excited heart. "UUUGGHHH!" I heard Eve moan and knew that mom and son were now joined at the genitals. This was confirmed for me as I saw the swell of Grant's ass began to slowly rise and fall beneath the covers. I looked back at their feet because I knew mom's next move. Sure enough, her feet slid up the back of his calves and disappeared beneath the blankets. I could see the protruding lumps of her knees rising on either of her son's ass as she spread herself open and created a soft snug saddle for him to ride in. Carefully, I crawled up onto the end of the mattress, being extra cautious not to bump Grant's legs. I peeked my head under the blanket and the glow of my magical white Christmas beard lit up the scene beneath. It was a site that I never tired of seeing...a large sturdy teenaged erection easing in and out of the wet sucking grip of his mother's twat. Grant maintained a slow steady pace and I could hear the wet creamy sound of their juices as he sliced way up inside her inner core. I watched as the lengthy dong disappeared and only Grant's large hairless scrotum remained and bumped the pouty ring of Eve's butt hole. I imagined what an incredible feeling it must be against his glans. Buried this deep, his cockhead was surely smothered against Eve's hot spongy cervix, dripping it's excrement near the place where babies are made. "Oh God." I heard him moan, confirming my suspicions. I gazed up at Eve's clutching legs, strong, bronze, matronly and as smooth as the finest silk. I marveled at they way they coiled around her son, griping him, guiding him. "Isn't it interesting that the position in which a woman takes the seed of life inside her is the same one she assumes when she's squeezing out that life nine months later." I thought. Minutes passed and the pace of their humping seemed to gradually increase. "Oh sweetie...oh God, don't stop." I heard Eve whimper. I knew it was time to relocate. Nothing was better than watching the face of a mom, struck with orgasm by the cock of her own teenaged son. I crept out from under the blankets and around to the front of the bed. I stood and watched their bodies wrestle with urgency. Eve's eyes were closed and Grant's face was buried in the soft of her neck so neither one could see me. I had watched scenes like this enough times to know I was safe here. It wasn't long before the blankets slid off them and onto the floor from the power of Grant's thrusting. I watched as the teen reached down and gripped onto his mother's buttock's for stability. The sound of wet sucking slaps filled the room as Grant's ass bucked wildly. Eve stretched her long shapely legs back into a huge spread eagle, her feet flexing, sexy toes pointing back towards me. The site made me massage my own cock through my pants, which strangely I hardly ever did at times like these. I could see the muscles in her legs start to quiver. Her pretty mouth dropped open. I could tell she needed to scream, but didn't dare with her husband down the hallway. I could see the spongy breast-meat oozing out from between her and her son's chests as they lay squashed between them. "UUUNNNHH!" Grant grunted as his body jerked. Eve's eyes popped wide open for an instant, but I wasn't worried, the only thing she was seeing was hearts. Big pink hearts everywhere, like the bubbles of a bubble bath...popping, beating excitedly and taking off like shooting stars. She let out a cute, but primal little grunt. Her hands grasps her son's fitted sheet and she held on for the orgasmic explosion inside of her. Grant's body jerked and shook. I had emptied my sack earlier, now he was emptying his. A different kind of sack of course. A nut-sack, full of millions of baby-making tad polls. I felt confident that next year there would be one more little one in this house for me to put on my list. As the magic came to an end I slithered back onto the floor and made my way out of the room. It was always to the sound of the loving mother, praising her son for his impressive pussy-pleasing abilities. I wandered to the end of the hall and stopped and waited. There was one more thing that I always like to see before I left. I watched as Eve stepped from her son's room, tightening the sash to her robe. She pranced towards her and her husband's bedroom with confidence, her meaty buttocks rocking hypnotically. I could see a glistening stream of fresh spunk running down her thigh. I waited.... Just before entering her room Eve turned her head and spotted me at the end of the hallway. She stood there in a stepping pose, the swell of her big breasts thrust out proudly. As expected, she gave me a gleaming smile and a cute little wink. As I said before, I was always good at hiding my presence, but somehow...some way...moms always knew. She disappeared into her bedroom and I back up the chimney. On to the next home, where almost always I would be greeted with a little Christmas magic. Stirring from a Deep Sleep I am behind you with my breasts snug up against your back, my arm around your waist. I wake up, feeling a stirring between my legs. We had just finished a couple of hours ago, but I was feeling aroused again. I take your cock into my hand gently and hold it, feeling the warmth of it. I slowly massage it, squeezing gently, feeling the tip, back to the shaft holding it, stroking the base. You start to have some awareness that something is happening to you. But you are more asleep than awake. I feel you slightly stiffen in my hand. Less gently, but not too hard yet, I massage you harder. Mmmmmm, you are still sleepy, but wake up enough to start to understand what is happening to you. You stretch, groan a little bit in your stretch, and enjoy the feel of my hand wrapped around your cock. You get harder. I want better access, and I want you in my mouth. I move to a sitting position to the side of you. Your eyes are still closed, just enjoying the sensations you are feeling as your body wakes up. You feel my lips at your tip, licking, caressing, licking around the head. My lips are at the base of your head, and I suck you in slightly. I continue to lick. You get harder. I am moving up and down the top third of your shaft, pausing at the head to lick, and then suck you back in. Things are getting wet, as I am salivating, enjoying having you in my mouth. Taking you in and out, in and out a little further, a little further. Suddenly, I suck you all the way in, my lips at the base of your cock, and you arch your back and gasp. I move all of the way to the tip, your cock coming all of the way out of my mouth, some mewing sounds by me. I want you back. My mouth searches for your tip, finds it, licks, my lips cup the tip, and then I slurp you all of the way back in. In the meantime, I am getting very wet. I climb on top of you, knees around your head, and lower my pussy into your face. You know what I want. You know I will get even more excited licking and sucking your cock while you lick me. Your first lick, and I shiver; it feels so good. I suck you all of the way in again, moaning, groaning, mewing, not able to get enough of your cock, drooling, licking, sucking, wanting, like a lollipop. I can't seem to get enough. You are licking, stroking, your tongue feels the bulge of my swollen urethral sponge, and strokes it with your tongue...that slight sand paper feel of your tongue in my slit. You feel me stiffen, and then the surge. I squirt into your mouth, all over your face, moaning. It slackens off, and I am in a fervor with my mouth on your cock. You feel my mouth shift off of your cock, and my lips and tongue caress your balls, sucking one in, and then the other. Licking, stroking, sucking, enjoying the feel of them in my mouth. You increase the pace of your licking and I squirt again, that warm woman cum in your mouth, on your face. My mouth goes back to the tip of your cock, and takes it back in. My hand cups your balls, feeling their warmth, massaging them Then my hand moves away from your balls, you sense I am doing something, then my fingers seek your crack, that erogenous area between your crack, perinineum, the rim of your ass, and I am massaging, slick feeling, you realize I had put lube on my fingers...my mouth is on your cock, my fingers in your crack, massaging, and the sensations are amazing...you are so aroused...as you continue to lick me... You feel my fingers massaging your opening, the rim, slowly, in no hurry, and you feel yourself relax. I continue to move my lips up and down your cock, licking, and my fingers are massaging your rim then you feel my finger slip into your tight ass. Just a little bit. Just inside the rim, moving in circles a little bit. My mouth is still on your cock, and you are still licking me. I push my forefinger in a little farther. My finger inside of you is poking a little, prodding, moving around in circles just inside the opening. I put my finger in further. I am looking for that rough surface; your prostate; the equivalent of the urethral sponge in me. I know what it should feel like. Similar to my g spot; that rough walnut shell like surface. Ahhhh, there it is! I slowly massage it with the pad of my finger. Slowly, lightly, gradually more firmly. I feel it swell, my mouth on your cock, you licking me, finger in your ass. I increase the pressure, rub harder, increase the frequency. It feels so good to you. You feel your arousal level increasing. OMG to feel pleasure both on your cock and inside your ass. I am excited by what you are doing to me and I squirt again in your face. I pause my mouth on your cock, just holding it with my lips, and focus on the pleasure center in your ass. I am rubbing it harder and faster. You feel the excitement building. You know you are very close, but it feels different this time. It is not your cock that is as hard; not as engorged. It feels like something else is going to happen. I am rubbing hard and fast, like when you finger fuck me to get me to squirt. Building, building, building, and then you feel it; sweet ecstasy, an orgasm, wave upon wave of pleasure, without ejaculation. Oh fuck you think. OMGod, as you ride the wave. But I am not done with you. I want you to cum in my mouth. I keep my finger in your ass, but now it is still, and my mouth starts to move on your cock again. My mouth is moving on your cock, you are licking my pussy, licking my g-spot, you know I like it, and I squirt again all over your face. I feel you get really hard in my mouth. You know you are really close. I am moving up and down your cock really fast now, rhythmically, licking at the top, sucking you in, taking you all of the way into my throat, my lips at the base, then back to fast strokes moving up and down your shaft, with you halfway in, fucking you with my mouth, you want me all the way in, you grab my hair and push and pull on my head to make the rate what you want it, to get you close to the edge, closer, closer, closer, and then you pull out at the last minute, and explode onto my face, pulsating, feeling the waves of pleasure, and I am mmmmm, mmmmming, enjoying getting squirted in the face, your cum, your seed on my face, into my mouth. OhMyGawd, you realize you just had multiple orgasms...as a guy! It is a first for you, and a first for me. We are both spent, relaxed. I turn around to nestle my head on your shoulder. Gawd that was good, I say...sooooo relaxed...we doze...knowing in a few hours we will be at it again!