1 comments/ 111040 views/ 9 favorites A-OK Ch. 01 By: Jakey Angela moved in a few doors down from us the summer after I graduated from college. When I first met her she was a little on the chunky side but that soon changed due to her daily morning jog. She was really short, like 5 foot, 5 foot 1 something like that. She had straight, super-blonde hair and surprisingly big tits for her size. When I first saw her I guessed her age to be around 35 but later learned that she was actually 44. Once she lost a few pounds it only made her look even younger, especially with her tiny frame. About a month after she moved in, I overheard my parents discussing our new neighbor. I didn't catch it all, but the words "whore" and "slut" were thrown around with her name in the same sentence. As soon as I came into the room, the conversation stopped, but it wasn't hard to figure out that either they had personal experience that led them to believe this or they heard it through the grapevine. This couldn't have been more out of place for her; I thought it was a little strange because she had a really straight-laced appearance. You would simply not think of her that way when you first met her. She had a passion for gardening and keeping her house nice. That kind of neighbor, not what they were saying. I concluded that my parents had jumped the gun and that their opinion was probably wrong. I didn't drink at bars that often, but one weekend a few friends were in town so we decided to head down to the local saloon. We drove separately because they were staying at a hotel right by the bar. It was probably around 10 when we got there. We did the requisite pool, darts, had a few beers, the normal routine. About 12:30 Angela walked in. She stopped over and said hello and I introduced her to my friends. We talked for a few minutes then she went over to the bar. We started another game of pool, but before we could finish, there she went right out the door with Chet, another one of my neighbors. He was walking sort of strangely, looking around like he was afraid of getting caught. I don't know why because neither he nor Angela were married, but anyway I knew him well enough to know that he was acting awkwardly. Some guy near me winked at him and said, "A-OK, Chet", and sort of chuckled to himself as Chet made his way out the door. I kind of laughed to myself like, hey Chet alright dude. Angela and Chet were a strange match but who am I to ask about someone else's stuff? Chet was like 55+, a little overweight, and sort of a grouch from my experience. It just seemed that she could probably do better. I mean, she was older, too, but she was in really good shape. Anyway, I got back to the pool game, my friends took off and I went home. Just like every other single man in his mid-20's without a Friday night date, I was jacking off before I went to bed. I kept thinking about Angela and I was wondering what it would be like to have sex with her. I was picturing her over my cock, sucking the head with her tiny hand wrapped around my shaft as I shot a big load into her mouth. I was imagining whether she would swallow my come or let it dribble over her chin. I figured her a dribbler, maybe even wincing at the thought of a big load of semen washing over her lips and tongue. It was a great fantasy and it made me come pretty hard. The next day I went for a walk up the street and I could hear some banging around the back of Angela's house. I went around back and she was outside with her tools trying to chip some paint off the back porch. I said hello from a distance so I wouldn't scare her when I got closer. "Hey Jake, what's up? You have fun with your friends last night?" "Yeah, we did the normal thing. You know, shoot some pool have a few pitchers." Naturally, as every other man does when engaged in conversational intercourse, my eyes turned to her tits, which were smaller than a few months prior because she lost a good bit of weight, but still they were really nice. I was guessing they were 38-D's possibly C, but probably D. As an added bonus she had no bra. She walked slowly toward the house and her jugs bounced firmly. I couldn't believe she was that old and her tits stood out like a 20-year-old's. I thought to myself, "That's cool she hooked up with Chet. Maybe they have a thing. Good for them." "Well, you're here right in time, I need someone to hold the ladder for me." "OK, Angela", I replied. "Call me Angie", she said as she looked me right in the eye and smiled with a warm, genuine expression. For the first time, I was really conversing with her and I noticed things about her face. She had laugh lines, delicate lines, around her hazel eyes. Her eyebrows were very thin and a shade or two darker than the hair on her head. "Angie it is. Ready when you are." She started up the ladder and I was loving the fact that she had no bra. I could make out the bottoms of both globes. This was so cool. She looked down and motioned for the scraper. I handed it to her and she looked down again and me and said, "You're not looking up my shirt, are you" and laughed out loud. She said under her breath, "Not like you've never seen tits. I hate bras." As she was scraping the top of the porch I couldn't believe it. As her shorts waved back and forth, I caught frequent, brief glimpses of her tight blonde curls. Every 15 seconds or so she exerted herself enough for her lips to delicately part company then kiss each other once again. I thought my cock was going to explode I was so hard. This was going to be some excellent late night material, I thought. She had a nice, thick mat of hair on her pussy, just like I loved to see it. I was trying to hold the ladder but my mind was clearly elsewhere and it showed because she pushed once too hard and the ladder tilted and she almost fell off. "Hey, you trying to kill me or what?" she laughed. "Get your mind out of the gutter, I don't want to go to the hospital on such a nice day!" I laughed nervously and about 5 minutes later or so she finished up and came down the ladder into the yard. My heart was still racing from the peepshow I'd enjoyed. As she came down the ladder I caught a faint whiff of pussy smell, a little musky. I think a little bit of semen leaked out against my will. This was too much. "Man is it hot out here", she said. "You want some iced tea?" "Sure, yeah, iced tea would be good." We walked into her house and she poured us a few tall ones. "Well, what do you think, Jakey?" "I'm glad I could give you a hand. It'll look good when you get it all fixed up." "I'm not talking about that", she said as she took a long gulp of tea. "I meant my body. What do you think of my pussy? Is it too hairy for you?" I was so stunned I simply did not know how to reply. I had never heard a woman I barely know be so direct. The feeling was so exciting and so raw it was fantastic. So at this point I was thinking it's safe to say that she wants me to fuck her so I eagerly played along in her explicit verbal game. "No, I love hairy pussy. I love to lick it when it's sweaty, too." I figured what the hell? Either she's going to slap me or she is into it. "You like to lick sweaty pussy? You want to show me?" I could see her lips quiver with excitement as she said that. "What about Chet?", I asked. "Chet? He was just last night's dish, and he won't be back. I picked him up and the fucker wouldn't go down on me so I kicked him out. I don't think he'll be talking to me any time soon. Stop talking. Your tongue needs its energy." She went into the bedroom taking off her clothes along the way. She lay down on the bed, spread eagle and gently nudged her lips apart. "Come on, lick me. I need to come. I missed my nightly session yesterday." Nightly session? Whatever. Her pussy was slick and inviting and I was more than ready to lick her til she screamed. I left my clothes on and went over to the bed. I got in front of her and slipped my hands under her ass cheeks. She moaned in delight and licked her lips in anticipation. "Lick me, lick me, lick me…", she repeated over and over again. She smelled musky and tasted of salt. "Uhhhh, yahhhhh!", she yelled when I brushed my nose against her clit. "Oooh, yeah, you might be a keeper. Yeah, you keep eating me like this and I'm going to have you over here eating me out every fucking day. Lick me. Yeah, that's it, aaaaahhhh, yeah, lick, lick, lick. Oooooo that tongue feels so good, oh, baby you lick me so fucking good. Lick me you fucking pussyeater, yeah, lick my pussy." She emitted a steady stream of filthy suggestions including inserting a digit into her rectum. I did lose a little bit of come in my pants but not enough to reduce my erection. I had a nice healthy supply of come and she was definitely going to get her portion. Her pussy was quite literally dripping, fluid oozing like I had never seen before. I don't know what was more exciting to me…doing what I was doing or knowing that we had yet to so much as shake hands. This was like porno movie stuff. We just could tell I guess that both of us were adventurous and straight up. It's just hard to believe, looking back on it now, that it actually did happen like it did. "Oh, yeah. Get your finger slick and put it up my ass and keep licking me. Don't you stop licking, oh yeah, lick that pussy little boy. Are you my little errand licking pussy boy" her words were no longer coherent or sensible, but that was the least of my focus. I remember having to hold back laughter at some of the crazy stuff she was saying but it was just so cool that she was so open with her thoughts. It was incredibly shocking and exciting. I could hardly wait for what was next. Yeah, aaaaaa, oh, yeah. Move it in and out, a little faster. Faster, yeah just a little faster. Perfect! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm going to rub my clit now and come. Yeah, yeah keep that finger pumping in and out of my ass, you filthy finger fucker. Aaaa!!!" And that was it for little Angie. She came so violently she arched her hips off the bed and almost broke my nose. I put my finger back into her ass as she started to come down from her orgasm. "Aaaah, oh, yeah, you licked me so good, I needed that so badly. Oh, yeah, you aren't afraid of licking a nice sweaty pussy are you? Ooooh, yeah baby it's your turn." I thought, "Oh, yeah this pussy is going to feel so good." I slid out of my shorts and shirt and proudly pumped my cock as I got back onto the bed. "Anal or oral, honey, what's it going to be? Nobody fucks my pussy. Not til I'm in love and I'm not in love with you." She rattled it off so fast it was obvious that this was her line. Wow. OK, decision time. "How about we start with oral and then have anal?" "Nope. You pick a hole and stick with it til you come. That's the rule." "OK, anal then." "I get a lot of that", she smirked. "Get the lube and grease up your cock. You're thick so put lots on. I mean it." I went over and got the KY having almost come after this last exchange of words. I did as instructed and returned to the bed. "You want to fuck my ass with me facing you on my back, fuck my ass doggie style, me on top of you sliding down onto your cock, what do you want? You should feel special…you did such a nice job eating my pussy that I'm actually giving you a choice of positions!" "On your back facing me. I want to fuck your ass with you on your back." "OK, you'll have to hold my legs up. Put it against my ass and let me guide it in. I don't want you ramming it up my ass before I'm ready." Again, I did as I was asked/told and let my head rest against her ass. She looked off to the side as she grabbed my shaft and leaned toward me. "Oooh, it feels good so far. Nice and thick." She looked me in the face and said, "OK, I'm ready. Push a little. Just a little, let it get all the way up my ass nice and slow." I could feel her ass stretching and she moaned as my balls came to rest on the crack of her ass. It felt fantastic. This was my first time with anal. I had always wondered how it would feel, imagining it would feel so tight and different. I was right on both accounts, tight at the ring of her ass, and more loose as my cock went deeper. Slowly I worked it into her and all the way back out again. I put the head against her again and felt it pop back in as she gasped. "Ooohhh, yeah, good ass fucker, you are. Yeah, fuck me in the ass. Kiss me. I want a kiss while you're buried in my ass. Let me kiss your face while you fuck my ass. Move your abs out, I want to rub my clitty. I want to come again while you are in my ass." That was it. I leaned over to kiss her, my cock now thickening as I approached orgasm. I could feel it getting close. "Oh, I am going to come. I am going to pump so much come into your tight ass. I hope you like getting come shot up your ass because that's what you're getting! I'm coming! I'm coming!!!!" , I yelled as I pumped her ass. I could feel spurt after spurt blasting into her tight hole. A few seconds later she began to come, and I could feel her ass quivering with delight. Her tits were surprisingly firm and were jiggling playfully on her chest as she handled my pounding up her ass. "Yeah, yeah!! Up my ass, fuck me up the ass!!" she yelled out as she, too, orgasmed. We kissed almost violently as I packed her ass with my thick member, spurting the final seminal blobs, her anus choking my straining mmber. I kissed her again more passionately before sliding out of her. We both lay on the bed for a few minutes before saying a word. The room had a smell of sweat, come and sex stench that I'll never forget. "When can we do this again?" I asked. "Whenever you want, baby, I'm ready for you. You can lick pussy better than guys twice your age. You're a natural. Any time you want to stick that tongue up my furry slot you are welcome to do so. You want to bang my ass, fuck my face, whatever, as long as you lick my clit and lips my ass is yours. I owe you a blowjob, too. That tongue job was unreal. A-OK Angie says you're A-OK." "A-O, as in anal-oral. There was a guy at the bar last night that said that to Chet as he walked out with you." "That was Fisher. After a few weeks he bored me. It's for the best; he wouldn't fuck my ass anyway. OK, enough talking. I have work to do outside. I'll see you later. It's time for you to go." And just like that I got my stuff and went home. Once there I wondered for a few hours whether it was some sort of masturbatory fantasy or if it really had happened. That was by far the most explicit language I had ever used and I had never heard a woman use such vile and filthy language. It was incredibly exciting and shocking. I could not wait to fuck her again. How would I go back to her house? What was I going to do, walk up to the door and say "Hey you want me to drill your ass?" Apparently that is all I would have to do. As I got into the shower, I had all the reassurance I needed; I could still smell and taste her pussy on my lips and face. It happened, and with any luck it would definitely happen again. End of Chapter 1 A-OK Ch. 02 I was still recoiling from my episode with Angie. She was beautiful, responsive, and sensual. I was half her age and twice as interested as I was in any woman to that point. Simply put, she enticed and enthralled me in nearly every possible way. Thoughts of our exchange filled my mind and body nearly every minute since our departure. I had to see her again, but this time it would be different. I wanted to get to know her better. I wanted to know who it was that conjured these feelings in me. Three days after our suarez I stopped over her house around 5:30 in the afternoon. I was nervous as I approached her house since I thought she might discard me like so much “Chet refuse”. In an effort to garner her affections, as if she had any for me, I bought a small bouquet of flowers for her. I knocked on the door and she answered the door in a pair of faded jeans and a sweater. Once again, it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, which was both exciting and in a new way endearing to me. “Hey, Jakey. What’s new and exciting?” “Hi Angie. Thought I’d stop over and, um…here!” I handed her the bouquet. I slowly presented them to my new friend. “Oh, they are so nice! Thank you, sweetie!”, she exclaimed as she motioned me in. I entered the kitchen as she found a vase. “It’s been a while since I’ve…thank you”, she said softly as she reached up to kiss me on the cheek. Her left hand cupped the back of my neck as she kissed me. It felt wonderful, warm and deliciously genuine. Strangely, to feel the warmth of her touch in this platonic situation was in a way more erotic than what we’d experienced prior. “I thought after all the work you’ve been doing you deserved a nice accoutrement to your place. It needs some fresh life” I said. “Accoutrement? Are you testing my vocabulary?” she laughed. “Your being in the doorway adds life to my home” she said with a soft smile. I realized at that moment that now was the time to be careful. The other day, it was all about fucking and coming and just plain homo sapien satisfaction, but I had to tread lightly. I sensed that Angie herself was a delicate flower and I wanted to ensure that I was doing what was right not only for my needs but for hers. I guess I just wanted to get to know her better. I had never had “casual sex”. Obviously she had, that wasn’t important to me. What had lasting import, to my way of thinking, was to treat her with respect and dignity. In one way, I wanted to rip off her clothes and fuck her silly. In another way I wanted to walk arm in arm to a respectable function, show her off, and enjoy her company. “Angie, let’s go out to dinner some time.” “I don’t know Jakey. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’m not out to take over your life. If you want me again, I’m here for the taking.” “Angie, I can’t do this, not like this. I have to know what you’re about. I can’t just keep this going on without having something more. I’m not asking you to give up your life, what you do and all that. I just want to know you better. You seem like there is so much more than meets the eye, although what meets the eye is something else! Indulge me with a dinner date. I know of a really cool place that I think you will love.” She looked away as if she were scouring the universe for a reason to reject my offer. Somehow I got the feeling that she feared intimacy, that she wanted to find a reason to tell me that it was not possible for her to spend time with me socially. But then her expression changed. “OK, I’m game. Let’s just keep this light, OK? I think you’re really attractive and you definitely have what I need in at least one key area. I don’t want to hurt your feelings Jakey.” “Angie you’re not going to hurt my feelings. Let’s just spend some time getting to know each other. It will be enjoyable, I promise you that. I’m more than just a pretty face, you know.” “How about Friday?” she said. “How about 7:45 since I already made the reservations?” “You are something else. Be here at 6 for cocktails.” “You got it cutie!” I said as I gave her a nice hug and a kiss on the cheek. My hands stroked her hair and I kissed her again, this time on the lips. Her lips were full but had a firmness that was extremely erotic. We kissed deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, her tongue exchanging my advances. I was becoming aroused and my member was pushing against her tummy. “If I don’t leave now we’re going to have a repeat of the other day”, I said, “and I gots to go.” “No, no, no, Jakey don’t go now”, she begged. “Friday my sweet. See you then”, I said as I kissed her again and moved toward the door. I could see the desire building in her eyes as I left. The anticipation of Friday at 6 was so sweet I could taste it. I also thought of tasting her pussy again. It was so delectable to me it was impossible to put it out of my mind. I imagined what the night would entail but it was nothing like what happened. My mind and hormones raged with fantasy images of the coming evening. I could hardly wait. I went over to her house at 5:58 and knocked on the door. I bought another couple flowers to add to the vase. She answered the door with a smile, a very short light tan skirt and a tight fitting light green top that complimented her eyes. “Hey Jakey! More flowers? You must be expecting to get lucky with me!” she said laughing. “Come on in.” I had on a decent outfit, a pair of nice grey pants and a neatly pressed light blue shirt to take “my lady” out on the town. “Oooh, that shirt makes your eyes look so pretty. I love it on you.” “Thanks, kid”, I said. “You have anything in this house to drink?” “How about a glass of wine? I have a red that I’m experimenting with right now.” “Sure”, I said. “I’ve pre-ordered for both of us so red is the right choice.” “Pre-ordered? How do you know what I like?” “Trust me, you’re going to like what I’ve selected.” “Are you some kind of closet noveau riche?” she asked with a smirk. “You’ll like it, you’ll like it!” I said. She poured a glass for each of us as we sat down on the living room sofa. She placed her glass on the table and sat next to me, but a few feet away. As she sat down it was clear that she wasn’t wearing more than the skirt. I instantly imagined a trip to the restaurant bathroom to unleash a packet of excitement. “Do you like my skirt, baby?” “Skirt’s nice” I said as I sipped on my glass of wine. My cock was now poking at my pants at full staff, but I wanted to put off my primal desires as long as possible. After all, reservations at this place weren’t easy to get. “You look good enough to eat. I guess I’ll have to wait for that by the looks of it but I have a feeling we’re in for an interesting evening. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date. I’m looking forward to it.” A date. Yes, she was getting my signals. It was a date for sure, I thought, as my eyes darted toward her curly patch. As if I needed any more stimulation at this point. I tried to steer the subject elsewhere. “So what else have you done to this place since you’ve been here?” Her short silence told the tale. It seemed as if this were the first time she had been asked the question. “Well, let’s see. I fixed all the damage they did to the plaster over the years in almost all the downstairs rooms, and I ran new phone wires into some of the upstairs rooms. I fixed some stuff downstairs, too. Do you want to see?” “Yeah, let’s check it out.” It was obvious she took pride in her work and was happy to share her experiences. We refilled our glasses and made our way downstairs. “This wall used to be, let’s just say this wall wasn’t here, and these outside walls leaked so I fixed them. I also repaired some minor stuff like the light fixtures and things like that.” I was impressed with her ability and ambition. She had only been here about a year, so it was clear that she had spent a great deal of time working on her own to do all that work. I could tell she was proud to have done it on her own. “Where did you learn to do all these things?” I asked. “My Dad used to have a construction company. When I was a little girl I’d go with him to watch him work. By the time I was 12 I could do lots of stuff. He was so smart, so special. He could build a house from scratch. What I loved about him most was that he would take me everywhere. He always wanted his little Pumpkin with him. He called me his Little Pumpkin. He used to dance with me, too. I would stand on his feet and dance with him.” I listened as she relived her memories. I could see her shine as she talked about those times. She continued. “He’d lift me up in the truck, he’d hop in the other side and let me drive. I’d sit on his lap when I was really small, yeah I know that would get you arrested these days, but it was always in neighborhoods where we’d drive slowly, places like that. We’d put the radio on and sing together while we’d drive around. He was such a wonderful person.” She was now looking off into another time and another place, both far from this basement and this minute. Fond memories have a way of awakening feelings that you don’t experience very often. They’re like an old friend that you owe a phone call or a visit; you don’t visit as often as you’d like but when you do, it’s as if you never parted. I felt privileged that she was allowing me to see this side of her. Suddenly, her expression changed. “But that was a long time ago. Much has changed. It always does.” “Hey, that’s what memories are for. We are the sum of our experiences, some say.” “Sometimes I think I’m in a zero sum game” she said wryly. “Let’s get another glass of red before we go.” We walked upstairs and refilled. We were standing in the kitchen when she pulled her hair behind her ears slowly. “So what’s occupying your time when you’re not chasing old ladies?” “I don’t chase old ladies. I choose to spend my time with interesting people. But to answer your question, I’m looking for a job. I’ve had a few offers but the environments that have presented themselves haven’t been to my liking. I feel like I’m interviewing them more than the converse. I simply can’t bring myself to work in a stiff, insincere environment. I just can’t do it.” “Ah, yes. The restlessness of youth, the idealism and energy. What you have to understand, Jakey, is that it isn’t about what you do or where you work. You have to find your life’s work in whatever form that takes. Maybe you’re meant to be a brick layer or a painter or a ditch digger. Could you handle it if that were your destiny?” Now we were getting somewhere. “I could handle it. I welcome those options. It’s not exactly what everyone else had in mind for me.” I sipped my wine pensively. “Everyone is always going to have their share of criticisms. That is a constant of the universe.” I considered her response. I had grown up in a fairly wealthy family. They were already critical that I hadn’t garnered at least 3 job offers by graduation day like both my brothers had. I was keeping a lid on this relationship, too, until at the very least I figured out where it was going. “Let’s have dinner” I offered. I hope you like it.” We finished our wine and headed to the restaurant. It was a cozy little place that had 8 tables of 2. “Oh, Jakey I can’t believe you are taking me here!”, she said as we pulled up. This was not an extremely expensive place, but it was well known as a romantic outing venue. It had the desired effect. “I figured any woman that’s willing to do her own home improvement deserves this kind of place at least once in a while, Bobby Villa!” I laughed. I had ordered Steak Dianne to be prepared tableside and the dinner was outstanding. The service was excellent but not overbearing. We had wonderful dinner conversation about politics, religion, and other topics where we learned we couldn’t be more different, but gracious enough to agree to disagree on many topics. She was a well-read, intelligent person that I felt had at times played the devil’s advocate just to elicit a response from me. In all truthfulness I was equally guilty of the same. In short and on balance, it was the most enjoyable dinner I’d ever had. We made our way back to her house and settled in with another bottle of wine that I had brought with me. As we sat on the couch we sat close and held hands as we talked. I pulled her closer to me and let her lay across my lap. “Are you happy?” she asked “Yes I am. I appreciate my friends and those that are close to me, the people that I choose to share my life. I think that’s the definition of happiness, success, all things good. You’re at a Zen place where you are just plain comfortable with what transpires in your daily regimen. What else is there?” “Nothing else but love. That has eluded me all my life.” “I find it so hard to believe that. Who could not see you, experience you, and feel love? I know this is crazy to you but I have to tell you that you are a person that I could easily see myself…” She got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. I could see that she was upset by what I said. I guess I said the wrong thing. “Don’t say any more, Jake. I have feelings for you and I and somehow I think I hate myself for it. I can’t be vulnerable. How could it be that in such a short time this can happen? Why you, why now?” “Angie, let’s be clear about this. I do believe in love at first sight and what I feel for you just might be that. I don’t know for sure but it could be. I am not one to hold back my thoughts or feelings, so I am just being honest. That’s how I feel.” I took her in my arms and held her tightly. I could feel her trembling, maybe it was my own nervousness, it’s hard to tell. I looked into her face, smiled and kissed her tenderly. I barely caressed her lips with mine, truly feeling the warmth of her touch. We continued to kiss, more deeply and building in passion. I lifted her onto the kitchen counter and began to kiss her calves. I touched her legs gently as I allowed her to recline against the wall. Her blonde patch was clearly in view as I began my ascent toward her triangle. She responded by hiking up her skirt and gently spreading her thighs in anticipation of a repeat performance. I slowly kissed my way higher until my nose tickled her blonde curls and rested on her clit. She was wet and ready and I eagerly licked at her moist lips. “Oh, that feels so good, baby”, she said. “Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop. You’re so good to me, sweetie.” Her slick slit oozed excitement as I lapped up every delicious drop. I massaged her legs, then her shoulders as I continued my attention to her womanhood. I licked my index finger to ready it for its private trip into her tight rear passage. Knowing what was next she shivered with knowing. I continued to use my tongue on her clit and lips until she was ready for my finger. I placed it at her entrance and waited for her signal to continue its pace inside her. “This is too good to be true. This is way too good to be true,” she said, eyes closed. “Nothing is too good for you. You are a dream to me. Maybe a fantasy, but most certainly a dream.” I slid my finger inside while my tongue and lips stimulated her more and more. I could see her getting ready to come as her breathing became more irregular and choppy. Grunts and sighs interrupted the pace of her breathing as well. I could feel the tightness of her rectum around my finger as I plunged it into and out of her ring. It wasn’t long before she began to approach orgasm. “Baby, so good. So nice, oh, baby that feels so good.” Her hands were caressing my head as I paid close attention to her likes and dislikes of my oral work. “Baby! Oh, baby you’re going to make me come again! Oh, baby you make me feel so good! Baby, baby, baby, oooohhh, aaaaaaa” she yelled as her ring quivered and clasped my finger. I could taste her fluid as it rushed out of her vagina onto my tongue and into my mouth. I swallowed every drop. She smiled, dizzy with a light alcohol buzz and a great orgasm. Her vagina quivered for a minute or so as I lightly licked at her hair, carefully avoiding her sensitive clit. “OK, big boy. Now I am going to show you how it’s done on you. I am going to suck your cock until your toes curl. Like mine just did!” she smiled devilishly. We walked into the bedroom and disrobed. Her perfect tits again perched out, nipples erect as she stood in the light of the single table lamp. I lay back on the bed as she moved above me, my erection inches from her face. She smiled at me as she swooped down onto my thick shaft, taking most of it into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She then maneuvered so that the remaining few inches disappeared with her next move. Her lips were against my abdomen, lost in the forest of my pubic hair. My cock was totally inside her mouth and partially down her throat. She moved up and down licking and sucking the head with every cycle. I could see she tasted and swallowed pre-cum that had collected on the head. Her eyes were closed and her brow strained as she once again allowed my cock to push into her throat. It wasn’t long before I was ready to unload. “Angie, you make me feel so good. Oh, baby suck me, yeah so good, I’m going to come in your mouth.” Her speed and hand motions increased as I spoke these words, her soft, tiny hands fluttering over my thick shaft. “Shoot it in my mouth” she muttered as she stared at my shaft. Her hand never stopped moving as she spoke. “I want a mouthful of come and I better get it. I want to eat your come. I want to feel it shooting down my throat.” “Baby! Baby, I’m going to come!!!!” I said as I jetted out streams of come into her mouth. The first two spurts were totally down her throat, but she pulled back and jacked me into her open mouth for the last three or four blasts and quickly swallowed. She moaned as she lapped the last dribbles and trickles of sperm from my spasming tool. We fell asleep. About two hours later, I awoke fully aroused. It was totally dark in the room as I nudged her. She was groggy but waking, too, as I spooned her and caressed her breasts, her back and kissed her neck and ears. “Jakey I’ve never wanted to make love to anyone. You are making me consider the unthinkable.” “When you’re ready, I am ready. This experience is great. I don’t want to rush you into anything.” “Hold me close, Jakey. Hold me close and act like you care about me.” “I’m a rotten actor,” I said as I held her tight and fell into a blissful slumber.