8 comments/ 57385 views/ 40 favorites Man-Child Pt. 01 By: HisLittleHotOne My hand pumped his crotch relentlessly and I watched his body intently. Every muscle from his neck to his legs were tensed, his eyes shut tight and a thin sheen of sweat graced his skin. His full lips were partially open and he panted heavily. I looked down at my hand, relishing the thick, heavy cock in my hand and I picked up even more speed. "GOD!!" he yelled out and looked down, his panting increasing as he saw just how fast my hand was flying - how violent the hand job had become. I was determined to make him not just orgasm, but blow so hard he'd never forget it. "Fuck - fuck!!" "Oh there's going to be some serious fucking soon," I partially growled in his ear and he let out a strangled groan. "This is just the start of it. You have no idea how much I've wanted this and I'm going to take it if I have to." Normally, I'm not this aggressive or dominating but I had had enough of the teasing, enough of the tension. When I saw my opportunity in those stormy late night hours - his own hand fisting his impressive 8" cock, I had to seize the moment. I licked my lips at the possibilities yet to come, I was going to make him violate me in every way possible and I knew that once I had him blowing his load everywhere in the room, I'd have him. The little girls that he had fucked to that point were just that - little girls - and after a night with a woman who knew what she wanted and took it, he would never again look at those little girls like he did before. I heard him grumble something as he threw his head back and it brought me out of my sex fueled thoughts. "What did you say?" My hand picked up a bit more speed and I snuck my other hand around his waist and down to his balls. My heavy tits were plastered against his muscular back and I pressed my own aching crotch to his ass. He moaned as he felt me wrap myself around him and I let a wicked grin escape. "I'm going to blow." "That's what I thought you said. Speak up from now on." I gave his sweaty shoulder a long, heavy lick as my hand around his meat furiously beat it and my hand that held his balls began stroking them up and down, cupping and grasping them gently. "Come on, big boy - cum for me and make it big." He grunted first and then groaned as his cock exploded - sending streams of his cum arching in the air and hit the wall in front of us. I beat his cock faster and deeper, stroking his balls so fast that they shook under my palm and I licked on his shoulder again. His strength faltered slightly as he leaned against me, moaning soft as he felt me push my hips against his ass, rotating my hips slightly to open my pussy up enough for him to feel how hot and wet I was. When his orgasm subsided and I was able to milk the last few reluctant drops from him, I let him relax against me for a few moments to catch his breath. His hand shook softly as he wiped the sweat from his brow and his eyes slowly opened. "You act as if no one ever stroked your cock before," I panted in his ear as I suddenly released his genitals, placed my hands on his hips and gave his ass a few erotic grinds of my own hips. "Couldn't get those little girls to touch your meat?" "Not like that." He sighed soft and I could tell he was getting used to the idea. "Fuck that was intense." "You've spent all your time chasing girls your age and younger, time for you to see how having a real woman in your bed is really like." I took a firm hold of his cock again and he groaned as I stepped away from him and gently tugged on it. He followed me into the kitchen and then into the family den, his eyes fixated on his cock and my hand firmly grasping it. When we got into the middle of the room, I stepped up onto the couch, grinning wide that the height of it put my soaked pussy right at his mouth. He looked up at me and seemed to blush and I let that aggressiveness wash over me again as I spread my legs wide, grabbed his head and shoved it in my open crotch. "Suck on my pussy." He seemed intimidated at first, but after a few licks he grabbed onto my ass and began licking it in a fever. I gasped as I felt his tongue split my lips and I groaned when I felt him zone in on my clit. I reached down and grabbed handfuls of hair and shoved my pussy on his mouth even more and I began to grind myself on his mouth. He had me worked up within moments but just as I was about to cum, he started to slow down and then abruptly stopped. It was then that I was determined to teach the boy how to eat pussy, that move was unacceptable. "Oh GOD, if that's all you've got I've got work to do." I pulled away from his face and pushed him down on his knees, then sat down in front of him, leaned back and spread my legs as wide as I could get them. "Do it again." As he lowered himself down I groaned as I saw his tongue dart out and I grabbed fistfuls of hair as he again began eating me. I gasped and panted as he worked his tongue up and down my clit and just at the moment when he was showing signs of slowing down, I pushed my pussy harder against him. "Open your mouth, suck my pussy - SUCK IT!" He complied beautifully and my body began to tremble heavy under him. I gasped and writhed under him as his loud sucking continued, my frustration peaking as the frantic chase for my orgasm began. One way or the other, I was determined to cum in his mouth so I pushed my pussy harder in his mouth and spread my legs so wide that my hips screamed at me. "I'm so close, come on, suck me off - I'm going to cum in your mouth." His sucking picked up and I sighed as I felt the pull of his mouth right on my clit. I gasped and panted as my body shook harder and deeper and just as I knew my orgasm was seconds away, he attempted to pull from me. I held on tight, gritted my teeth and began face fucking him in long, heavy strokes. "I'm not there yet, come on, if you've eaten pussy like this all your sex life I am sorely disappointed in you." I grabbed his hair tighter and stroked my clit across his tongue. I knew my orgasm was going to be a big one, not just because I had his head between my legs but because his inept way of eating was only fueling the fire, teasing my clit beyond reason. "Do it again, suck my pussy, use that tongue and lap my clit." He finally got the idea and before long, I was again trembling and tensing under his mouth. I watched his head bob and swirl between my legs and I let go of his hair to grab handfuls of tit, mashing them together and twisting my nipples fast and hard. I watched him as he looked up from my pussy, his mouth still sucking on it and I grinned as his eyes landed on my tits. I gave him a show at that point, pushing them up as high as I could on my chest and began dragging my tongue across my skin. I felt him moan as he watched me wrap my mouth around one nipple and then the other and I moaned with him. "That's it, YES!!" I grabbed his head and pushed my pussy harder on his mouth and I came. "DON'T STOP SUCKING, I'M CUMMING - I'M CUMMING!!" He grunted in surprise as my body began to contort under his mouth and I held onto his head hard as my orgasm ripped through me. He kept his sucking going, his tongue now furiously beating my clit with a vengeance and I knew I was filling his mouth. When my clit became too sensitive, a soft jerk of my hips tore his mouth away from me and I landed hard on the couch. I could have let him recover from what he had just done but I was on fire at that point, I wanted deeper, harder orgasms and I was going for broke. I grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs. He got the idea and quickly shoved a finger deep inside and I grunted as he began to work it in and out of my pussy. I gasped and moaned as he finger fucked me but he was just missing the mark. At that point, I felt a small amount of pity swell - not a single girl that he had been with had taught him anything and the man-child had missed out on a lot of things. "Two fingers..." I panted and groaned as I felt him slip the second finger in. I let him finger me for a few moments, watching his arm piston between my legs before I spoke again. "Curl your fingers just slightly...oh god yes, that's it - now do it - harder...HARDER!!" He hit the mark over and over as he stroked my g-spot and before he could blink, I was gushing all over his hand, my body going weak at the orgasm ripping through me again, the soaked sounds from my pussy increased and I let out a hard, heavy moan. I watched his face as the realization dawned and with a dreamlike stare, he increased his speed. "AW FUCK YEAH BABY, GIVE ME MORE!!" I grabbed hold of my knees and spread my legs whorishly wide as he pounded his hand against my open pussy, watching him intently as orgasm after orgasm washed over me and gushed all over his hand. In a sex-fueled trance, his hand would increase in speed and strength after each orgasm and when I showed no signs of stopping, he repositioned himself and got down to business. I was in full bore lust as he worked my pussy over and I could tell that he was enjoying what he was doing. At one point he began beating his meat again and I groaned deep as I watched him, his eyes locked on my pussy and both hands increasing in speed. I gushed all over him as another orgasm gripped me and moaned with him as I watched his cock explode in his hand. He pointed it at my tits and I held them together as his cum coated them perfectly, my hand fucked pussy sloshing all over him as well. I finally made him stop - not because I was done with him - not by a long shot but even the young ones needs a breather every now and then. I got up from the couch and slipped out of the room to retrieve us a glass of water before I went through the house and turned the lights off and locked the doors. I purposely left him to his thoughts as I slowly made my way through the house, though I knew deep down that thinking was going to prove difficult for him. Truth be told - you could use a break, too. ~ ~ ~ So where did I find this inept man-child? He's my handy man, 28 years old, an even six foot tall, intensely deep blue eyes and dark reddish brown hair. His body reminds me of a tanned Greek god - muscular in all the right places, prominent six-pack, a strong back, an amazing ass and an even more amazing cock - 8 full inches of gorgeous fuck meat that is thick and perfectly veined. The second I laid eyes on him I was in lust over the kid, hired him without checking his credentials and then as he began working on my yard that afternoon, I pulled the biggest dildo out of my arsenal and fucked myself into oblivion, my legs spread wide in the open window as he began mowing my lawn. I'm not into younger men as a rule - but at 45 years old, my choices in men my age that can keep up with my sex drive is fast dwindling. I have certain needs that sometimes cannot be met by even the fittest men in my age range - and I have certain kinks that most find a turn-off. Surprising isn't it? A willing and experienced woman such as myself sometimes finds it hard to find the right piece of fuck meat. It's sad, really. I'm 5'3, long curly black hair, deep green eyes and what I'm told is a body that was made to be fucked from behind. My 42DD breasts are just starting to show the slightest of sags but I'm not complaining - they are a fabulous asset - sometimes turning me on so much I spend hours playing with them. I'm not obese but I do carry a few extra pounds and when I'm decked out for a night on the town, I turn heads. Overall, I think I'm a great package - a lady in public, a wanton beast in bed. Isn't that what every man wants? I started my seduction extremely early once I had him hired on. Several times he caught me topless and at least once when I 'forgot' that he was going to be there for the day, he caught me in the back yard laying in the sun with a vibrator shoved in my pussy, one up my ass and sucking on the dildo between my tits. I knew he was there and didn't stop until I had at least one orgasm in front of him and judging by the enormous bulge in his cut off shorts, he enjoyed the show. I didn't let on I knew he was there and when I was done fucking myself and caught my breath, I saw him slip to the front of the house as I stepped in the back door. I was impressed that he was so put together and 'deflated' when I opened the door. ~ ~ ~ I quietly moved into the family room as he laid on the couch, still softly panting and his gorgeous cock resting on his hip. We were in for a long night, not just because I had it in mind that afternoon that I would finally fuck that cock, severe storms were rolling over us in waves and since there was a chance for blackouts and downed trees, I made him stay the night. It was the perfect cover for my plans and he played right into them when I 'accidentally' left a series of suggestive pictures in the nightstand in the guest bedroom and I caught him fondling his meat as he looked at them. That was when I jumped him, however his inept, almost fumbling way he was reciprocating anything I gave him led me to believe he hadn't gotten much ass in his brief adult years and I felt obligated to see to it he had a lot more in his future. I walked up to him and set the water glass on the table, saying nothing to him as I got between his legs on my knees and promptly shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. He let out a yelp and grabbed my hair, quickly settling down as I swallowed him down. Within seconds, however, it became difficult for me to swallow his entire length down my throat, his girth was almost like a Red Bull can and I struggled to get him into the back of my mouth. I choked and gagged as I shoved my mouth down repeatedly, determined to feel the tip in the back of my throat and just as I was about to give up, he suddenly surged his hips forward and held my head in place. I let out a strangled moan as an inch slipped down my throat and even though I still had a couple more inches to go, just the feeling he was back there was more than enough to set me off. He grabbed onto my hair in his fists and before long, he was throat fucking me in deep, hard thrusts. I continued to choke on his length each time it slipped passed my gag reflex but I was relishing the feeling of it and did nothing to stop him from fucking. His panting and gasping increased as did his hips and I knew he had started the orgasmic chase. Not wanting to miss a single second or drop, I held onto the couch for dear life as he pumped his cock into my waiting mouth, grunting hard each time his cock slammed into my throat. "Fuck - fuck - fuck," he grunted as he pushed his hips up. "Hot fucking mouth, I'm going to send the mother load down your throat, you cock sucking bitch." His grunting grew harder and louder as he suddenly began lifting my head and sending it down as his hips surged upward. The hot violence of my head being thrown up and down on his lap was too much even for me and as he began to beat his cock with my throat, I came in a hot mess of exploding nerves and convulsing muscles. He seemed to sense that I was in the throes of an orgasm and seriously began working my head on his lap, throwing it up and down with such force that several times he slipped free from my wet mouth. He regained control quickly, holding onto my hair tighter and began throat fucking me again. It was the last time that he surged up as he pushed my head down that he blew a thick load, all the heavy thrusting of his cock had somehow opened my throat even further and I managed to get every last fucking inch of his pole down my fucked throat. I gasped and gagged as I swallowed what I could and he held my head down harder. "That's it, bitch, take it - TAKE IT ALL!" He thrust his hips upward a few times for good measure and he growled as he felt my throat contract and release around his cock as I continued to swallow his load. With a soft groan, he finally let loose of my head and his hips hit the couch hard. I slowly and easily worked free from his cock, going quickly for the glass of water to take several long needed gulps - my throat was on fire. I watched as again a shaky hand went to his forehead to wipe the sweat from it and he looked down at me. "Never met a woman that could take my cock like that. That was mind-blowing." "That's because you have played with little girls that don't know what cock can really do for them." I handed him the glass and watched him polish the rest of the water off. I took the glass from him and set it on the table before I straddled his chest. "Round two, big boy - suck my pussy." ~ ~ ~ I fell back onto the coffee table a pile of used muscle and quivering nerves. My man-child was a quick study, after I planted my pussy full on his face, he lapped and sucked on it like a pro and had me screaming and cumming all over his face. Although my clit was super sensitive after that second round of pussy eating, I made myself stay on his face as he sucked me off two more times - each orgasm sending me into the stratosphere. I finally had to tear myself away from his mouth after the last orgasm almost had me in tears it was so deep and rich and as I laid my sweat soaked head back onto the table, I felt him moving from the couch. I looked down in time to see him stand up, his meat protruding beautifully from his hips and I suddenly wanted it more than I could even fathom. I spread my legs as wide as I could get them, my eyes locked on his cock. "Ride me." He wasted no time getting into position, grabbing a firm hold of my hips and towering over me. I watched as his cock disappeared between my legs and let out a long, guttural groan as I felt it finally split me in two. It took him several long moments to get that massive meat snug in my painfully tight pussy, all the eating and orgasms he had given me almost made me too tight. He would push until he couldn't any further, back out and then bear down again, each time claiming a mere half inch at a time of my pussy. I was determined to have every last fucking inch of him in me and at one point in time, I began pushing up against him as he bore down and with a screaming moan, he slipped the last inch of his cock into my hole and made me cum before he even started fucking. "Fuck me," I didn't even give my body time to stop convulsing around him before I was already wanting to get jack-hammered. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." He got the message and began pounding into me in hard, violent strokes, his hips cracking loudly against me as I held onto the table for the ride of my life. He accentuated each thrust down with a loud grunt and I watched as his body exploded in sweat, adoring how each muscle reacted to his fuck technique. I realized then that the boy may not have gotten the lessons of the finer things of sex, but he was a powerhouse of a fuck once his cock was in something deep, tight and wet. My mouth began watering at the thought of having him deep in my ass as my pussy started to twitch. I had a screaming orgasm minutes later, my body convulsing under him so heavily that he took hold of my legs and pushed down, immobilizing me on the table. I let out a surprised groan as I realized he was just getting leverage and began fucking me so hard and fast that the very breath in my lungs were pounded out of me. I laid there and took it like a bitch in heat, my mouth open wide, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he fucked the next orgasm out of me before I could scream, my pussy gripping his cock in a death squeeze as my back arched hard. Before I could blink, I quickly found myself repositioned on the table on all fours with my man-child behind me. I let out a groan when I felt three of his fingers plunge into my pussy and he quickly raped me of a deep orgasm, my gushing hole quivering around him as I continued groaning. I then let out a scream as I felt him shove his cock back into my still convulsing pussy and began hammering into me with the force of a jet engine, his hips working so fast and deep that before long, I could hear my pussy churning. He took hold of two fistfuls of hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to arch my back which increased his depth even more and as he began slamming his cock tip into my pain point, I began seeing black spots erupting in my vision. Man-Child Pt. 01 "Fucking hot," I heard him grunt as he continued plowing into me and before long, I had a series of painfully deep and satisfying orgasms, my churning pussy getting louder by the second as he fucked the very life out of me. With a very loud and long groan, my man-child blew his load, the first few eruptions settling in deep into my already full pussy before he yanked out hard and finished blowing on my ass. He stumbled back into the chair behind him, panting heavily as I stayed on the table. I looked over my shoulder at him and reached down between my legs. He didn't know it but I was close to another orgasm when he blew and I was going to see to it that I got it. With a gasp from him, I ran my fingers across my swollen clit and with a newfound vengeance, I rubbed it furiously, watching him as he locked his eyes on my hand. I came with a hard gasp and as my lower body hit the table, I shoved two fingers deep in my well fucked pussy and stroked my g-spot until I came again, gushing so hard that it ran down my legs in rivers. Finally sated, I collapsed hard on the table and stayed there for several minutes catching my breath, knowing that after tonight, my man-child's idea of a good, hard fuck would need re-defining. Man-Child Pt. 02 I grunted and panted heavily as I was being violently fucked on the kitchen table. I rolled my head back and attempted to catch my breath between his heavy thrusting, the man-child between my legs huffing and puffing loud as his hips connected with my wide open legs with a heavy crack. We were both dripping with sweat, the air in the house stifling - threatening to take the very breath out of our bodies as he mercilessly pounded his thick meat into my pussy. I briefly wondered if we would eventually be overcome with heat exhaustion, the storms from the previous night had knocked the power out which left us without even the most basic creature comfort to cool our heated bodies. Not that I'm complaining - the hotter the sex, the better it is and as I felt my pussy clamp down on his fuck meat, I grinned evilly and began to grunt even louder. "That's it you cock crazed bitch," his voice shook with his fucking and he reached up to grab handfuls of tit, squeezing them as his fingers wrapped around my diamond hard nipples. I moaned heavy as the added sensations went straight to my battered clit, lifting my legs even higher so his balls slapped my ass. "Fucking cum all over me." His newly found confidence in his mating ritual turned me on something fierce and with a heavy groan, I came so hard that my arms and legs drew in on themselves as my back arched. He moaned as my pussy began squeezing the life out of his cock and seconds later, he joined me in the orgasmic rush of exploding nerves. He pulled out of me heavily and took a step back, splashing me from neck to pussy with his seed before he heaved a hard sigh and collapsed into the counter. I stayed motionless for several moments, attempting to catch my breath in the oven hot air. We had attempted to go into the backyard early in the morning, realizing with a quickness that even though the air conditioner was out of commission, we were better off inside. I had seen the power company drive by several times that morning, desperately trying to get the power restored for the neighborhood, more storms were expected that night and it was leaving us in a dangerous situation. As I slowly extracted myself from the table, I quietly hoped they would restore it soon before my steaks in the freezer would thaw. I watched his naked, sweat soaked body as he pushed himself away from the counter and head into the living room, returning several seconds later with a towel and as I leaned against the table, he cleaned up his mess with a wicked grin before he planted a hot, heavy kiss on me. I grew weak kneed as his tongue slammed into my open mouth and swirled against mine - god the kid had an amazing tongue and just as I was seriously getting into it, he pulled away from me. "Shower?" His voice was just as intoxicating as the rest of him and I merely managed a brief nod before he took my hand and led me into the bathroom. He pulled a fresh towel from the closet, kissed me again and then disappeared back out into the house. I quickly adjusted the shower spray and temperature, not wanting to kill what hot water we had left and desperately wanting to cool down from the late morning fuck fest, I opted for a cool, refreshing spray and as I rinsed off and began washing my hair, he slipped back in and announced he was leaving for a bit. I quietly pouted as he kissed my cheek and sensing I was a little upset, he promised he wouldn't be gone long. I opted for the thinnest sundress I could find, a pure white number that was semi-transparent and light as air, spaghetti straps that crossed in the back and deep slits up both legs. I adjusted my tits in the thin fabric, opting to not wear a bra because it was too much work for the heat. I slipped on a pair of see-through white panties and I let out a brief moan as I felt the sheer material touch my freshly shaven pussy. I flirted briefly with powdering myself down, opting quickly to not release the usual powder bomb in the bathroom because knowing my sex crazed man-child, at some point he would want to fuck my brains out again and the thought of his tongue trailing across my powdered skin wasn't turning me on. And I'm sure I wouldn't taste as good, either. I finished with loosely braiding my hair and piling it on my head, sighing soft as a warm breeze blew through the open window to gently cool me off. I lounged in the living room waiting for his return, smoking a cigarette and contemplating the last twelve hours. Finally being full of hot cock was satisfying and being able to teach him a few things was rewarding. As quick a study as he was, he was using my body the way I needed it to be used in no time and I let a grin escape, he still had a few more things to learn but given his eagerness, I was more than confident that whatever I threw at him, he'd be willing and able. I was lost in the daydreams of my sexual perversions when he returned with an iced soda for the both of us. I moaned as he handed mine to me, grinning soft as I gulped the cold drink when I detected our scent all over him, he had gone to retrieve cold drinks wearing it like a badge of honor. He quickly disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later, the sound of running water could be heard. I relaxed again, taking a long drink of the soda and lighting up another cigarette, all the while thinking of the next set of lessons I could teach him. It was in the early morning hours that he had given me almost too much information to assimilate. He had always been curious about a lot of things sexually and when he told me that he was still an anal virgin - both giving and receiving, I thought I was going to cum without either of us touching me. Then he shocked me even more when he announced that he had lost his virginity at the tender age of 21 to a girl that he met in a bar. My heart went out to him as he relayed that his sex life had been less than what he expected and I quietly agreed. Most young men at his age were already versed enough in the art of fucking that not much would need to be taught to them. In a sense, I had acquired a virgin but it made my pussy quiver in anticipation of what I could turn him into. He returned from his shower a few minutes later and I caught my breath at the sight. Dripping wet and completely naked, his Adonis-like body glistened with youth and strength, his muscles flexing and relaxing easily under his skin. My eyes dropped to his shaven cock and balls and I quickly took notice that it was semi-hard and growing by the second as he approached me. I suddenly felt like prey under the hungry eyes of a predator and without saying a word, I sat up and opened my mouth as wide as I could. He sighed and moaned soft as he easily walked right into my mouth, his cock sliding past my lips gloriously. I sucked down as much as I could, relishing the taste of his freshly washed monster as I felt his hands dig deep into my hair and tighten. With a newfound hunger, I began bobbing up and down on his pole, sinking deeper and deeper down on it with each push inward. He growled and tightened his grip on my hair as I continued mouth fucking him, wanting desperately to feel him completely down my throat. He sensed what I wanted and began pushing his cock further into my opened mouth and as I quickly began to choke and gag on his girth, he growled again as he began working my head back and forth. Within minutes, he was sliding down my throat repeatedly with a quickened pace and I basked in his cock attention. "Cock loving bitch," he grunted as he began banging his hips into my face and I relaxed completely into his hands as he violently yanked my head back and forth. I loved every second of it as he throat fucked me into submission and I quickly slipped the straps of my dress down my arms and exposed my tits to the hot air. I grabbed them both and began twisting and pulling the nipples, moaning deep on his meat as he saw what I did and fucked me faster. I didn't realize that when he returned, he left the front door open. Whether it was an accident or on purpose I'll never know but the soft knock and the somewhat deep voice that wasn't his entered my shocked ears. "Hello? Power company - thought I'd let you good people know the lights will be on shor..." the fact that his sentence was suddenly cut short let me know that his eyes landed on the sex hungry scene and for a split second, I worried that my man-child would yank out of my mouth and cover us both up. Imagine my surprise when he didn't. I let out a strangled grunt as the last inch of his massive cock slipped into my waiting mouth and as he seriously began to fuck my throat, I could feel his balls banging against my chin. I heard a startled gasp in the room, knowing it wasn't from the man whose cock was buried deep down my throat and my pussy began to tingle as I pulled on my nipples just a little harder. "Son, you are going to kill her," the change in his voice let me know he was getting turned on by the sight in front of him as I heard the door softly close. As turned on as I was, two cocks fucking me wouldn't have hurt my feelings but I was quickly relieved when I didn't hear anything else. My man-child pulled out of my throat completely for a brief moment to let me catch my breath, his hands still buried deep in my hair and I let out a gargled gasp and inhaled deep before he shoved his cock back into my mouth. I opened my lips as wide as I could and again heard a startled gasp as our audience saw that I actually could take the massive amount of cock. I began moaning almost nonstop as he continued battering my throat and he suddenly began to grunt loud with each thrust inward. "Bitch loves thick cock down her throat, she can take it." My man-child was getting into the show we were giving the power man and I twisted my nipples faster. I heard a zipper suddenly fly down and within seconds, heard another set of noises as the man began beating his own cock to death. "Yeah, that's it my bitch, take it all!" His grunting went to another decibel and I could barely make out our audience yelling at him to make me swallow his cum. I didn't need direction, neither did my man-child but the thought of turning someone else on so much they felt the need to participate by yelling instructions seemed to fuel us both. I came in a hot gush as I felt his cock suddenly thicken in my tired mouth and just as I was expecting his load to explode down my throat, he pulled out and gave me a chance to again catch my breath. "Do it man!!" I stole a brief glance to my right and finally laid eyes on our spectator. An older gentlemen about my age, his thin frame was leaning heavily against the wall, his legs spread wide and his tanned hands had a firm hold of his cock and heavy balls, his eyes fixated on my tits as I squeezed and pinched my nipples. I stared briefly into his grey-green eyes before my man-child grabbed my chin and pulled it towards him and his cock again disappeared down my throat. I heard a soft whistle and a moan as my mouth again became a fuck hole. "Yeah, that's it, son fuck that hot mouth!" Within a few dozen strokes, I was choking on the biggest load my man-child dumped into me. I swallowed as fast and hard as I could as he bellowed out he was cumming and as the last explosion slipped down my throat, I let out a ragged breath and was suddenly detached from his loins. I panted hard as I hit the couch, my man-child standing over me with a wicked grin. I wasn't given too long to recover, before I could blink my dress was pooled around my waist, my legs splayed open wide as he dropped to his knees. He gave me a wink as he spread my legs wider, then turned his head to our spectator. "Get over here and get a taste of this pussy," I stifled a heavy moan as I looked over at the stranger who had still not blown his load and was furiously beating his cock. "One time chance my man, eat it or leave." He didn't need a written invitation, before I could blink he was scrambling over to me and without even moving my panties, he dove into my crotch like a starving man. I shuddered and groaned as I felt his tongue begin to beat my clit, his mouth closing around my covered pussy, sucking on it loud and fast. The sensation of his soaked mouth and the thin material between us was maddening and within a few seconds of looking down to watch his head bob and swirl between my splayed legs, I was cumming hard and loud. It fueled his fire and he dove into me harder, his mouth closing around me to suck the orgasm out of me. I gasped and panted as I attempted to move from him, his expert pussy eating had made my clit so sensitive I couldn't take any more of his touch but my man-child held me down, grinning at me as he forced me to take even more of the stranger's mouth on me. I began groaning and thrashing under the both of them, the stranger's mouth hungrily sucking and licking on me to get me off again. I couldn't get away from either of them and began yelling loudly that I couldn't take anymore but I was held down even tighter. I came again harder than the first and as I wailed through the orgasmic bliss, the stranger suddenly slipped my convulsing clit between his teeth and began working it back and forth. The new sensation on my clit was mind-blowing and as my orgasm peaked, I began gushing hard. I hit the couch heavily as he finally detached his mouth from my pussy and I vaguely remember hearing him shout that he was cumming and felt his hot load hit my thighs as my body finished frying off the waves I was riding. It was my turn to raise a shaky hand to my head as I laid there to recover, my man-child being the appreciative host walked the stranger to the door, both of them chatting on about the last half hour of our lives. I sighed hard as I heard the door open then close and in my orgasmic stupor, noticed the lights kick on. My man-child returned to me and gave me a deep kiss as he settled back down next to me on his knees. "He said you were the best tasting pussy he's ever had." He chuckled soft as I rolled my eyes briefly, suddenly even talking about his pussy munching technique was close to sending me over the cliff again, I really should pay more attention to when he was in the neighborhood. "Can't say that I can disagree with the man, you are one hot piece of ass." As he lifted himself up and began moving through the house to close the windows and the air conditioner finally kicked on, thunder rolled over us in energetic waves and caught myself for the first time asking a question I never thought I would ask myself... What the fuck did I just get myself into? Man-Child Pt. 03 I didn't see my man-child for a few days after the power man ate me into oblivion and it was murder waiting for his return. My days were sex-hazed, I lost track of time on numerous occasions and what made it worse, the heat of the summer had hit its peak. I roamed the house covered in sweat, my mind turning on me had replayed our fuck fests over and over again and when I wasn't pacing the floors, I was shoving vibrators and dildos into any hole that was hungry for them. The orgasms satisfied me wonderfully, who else but yourself knows how to truly turn yourself on and get yourself off? Still, the days melted into nights with little relief – from the heat or my sex hungry body. The night before his return was the worst – both from the weather and the anticipation of his return. I spent hours it seemed like in the shower, shaving my body over and over, making sure that my pussy was bare and ready to receive his cock and mouth – not particularly in that order but would gladly take it regardless. Sleep was nowhere on the schedule, I was too keyed up, my hands were shaking, my legs trembling and my pussy constantly wet and throbbing – so when the sun finally broke the horizon, I gave up trying to get any rest, slipped out of bed and back into another shower. Whoever said that a cold shower helps in this kind of situation really is a liar – at least in my situation. The cool water did help to some degree but it didn't reach in deep where I needed it and I paced back and forth, standing under the invigorating spray for a few moments before I slipped out from under it to walk to the back of the shower. I washed and conditioned my hair thoroughly, scrubbed my body down and shut the water off in a huff as I glanced at the large bottle of baby oil. No way was I going to slather down with it in this kind of heat and I quickly reached for the towel and stepped out. I had just finished piling the yards of wet hair on top of my head and opted for just a white tank top and white cotton panties when I looked at my watch and whimpered. Less than fifteen minutes until he arrived, I decided to go with the freshly showered look and opted for no makeup. I slipped on a pair of white socks, gave myself a once over in the mirror and called myself ready. I quickly left the bedroom, padded softly down the hall and into the kitchen just in time for the coffee maker to beep. I was just finishing up making my breakfast into a creamy, iced coffee when I suddenly heard the door close in the living room. I stifled a loud moan as goose bumps erupted over every last inch of my body and I stood at the sink – looking out into the back yard as I took a drink. I had played this moment in my mind so many times, with so many ways to fuck him blind that when the moment finally arrived, my mind went completely blank – even if my already wet pussy grew hotter. I glanced down at my tits, quickly noticing my nipples were already rock hard as he slipped into the kitchen. "Okay, new rule." His voice was strong, deep and throaty as it ripped its way through me and I glanced over at him as I took a slow drink. He put his tool belt on the counter and leaned against it, my mind already screaming in orgasmic bliss at how blazing hot the man looked standing there as his eyes raked across my body. Wearing nothing but his cut off jean shorts and a pair of boots, his tanned skin already gleaming with sweat, his cologne gently wafting in the air – he looked more like a god than a mere handyman. Good GOD, why did he have to smell so delicious!! "If I am to get anything done around here, you can't be standing half naked in the kitchen." "It's too hot," I was surprised that my voice was steady and sure, even if my insides were trembling so hard they were turning into goo. "And the same rule applies to you, don't be coming in here dressed like that and expect me to act like a civilized woman. Would you care for a glass?" "Sure." He chuckled deep as I reached for a glass and the coffee at the same time. He surveyed the back yard through the window as I made his breakfast and when I presented him with it, his eyes snuck a peek at my hardened nipples. He looked back into my eyes and my insides again flopped under my ribcage and he slowly took a drink. "There's a few things I need to do today, I'm going to clear out the rest of the storm damage and get to the brush in the back so I'll be here most of the day." "That's fine," It was then that I made my move, reaching down to grab the front of his shorts and gave it a yank, leading him quickly out of the kitchen and into the living room. "But before you do those few things, there's something you need to do first." I let him sit down in my chair, watching him put his coffee on the table as I stood in front of him. "What's that?" His cool demeanor in those brief few seconds almost pissed me off, but I swallowed it down and quickly stood up on the chair, my feet on either side of his hips. I slowly pushed my panties down to my knees and carefully lifted my tank top – finally freeing my tits. "Me." I grabbed his hair in both hands as I pushed my waiting pussy onto his mouth and I shuddered hard as I felt his tongue quickly split me in two and began dragging it across my clit repeatedly. I let out a long moan as I felt his hands push my panties down the rest of the way and I quickly lifted my right leg and placed it on the back of the chair, opening myself up completely to his long, thick tongue. As a hand steadied my stance over him by grabbing onto my ass, another snaked its way up and grabbed onto my tits, squeezing and massaging them, his palm dragging deliciously across my nipple. I drenched his mouth in a matter of minutes as I began getting into his eating, my hips rolling and rocking, his tongue bearing down on my clit with lightning speed and efficiency as I kept hold of his head, my body trembling heavier with each passing lick. He snuck his tongue deep into my pussy as I groaned above him and as he slipped it in and out for a few seconds before he settled back to beat my clit within an inch of its life, my hands tightened their hold. "Fuck yes, right there you fucking pussy eating beast," I panted as my body began to tighten, the orgasm now just seconds away – the one I needed so desperately. "I'm going to cum." My man-child didn't disappoint. Moaning deep into my folds, he bore down on the exact spot I needed stroked and with a heavy grunt, I came hard – my body seizing as my back arched, my pussy exploding and contracting in those electrifying waves only good oral can give. I began shaking uncontrollably as the waves increased, searing their way through my nerves and at the height of my orgasm, he shoved his tongue as deep as he could into my pussy and lapped at my quivering muscles, sending me higher than I thought possible. I gasped loud and hard as I quickly lost strength and sensing my weakness, my man-child held onto me tighter and with a newfound sense of energy, the man ate me off again. When the second orgasm subsided after many minutes of being held captive on his face, listening to the wet sounds of my pussy getting licked, I was suddenly hungry. I slipped off his face long enough to extend the chair into a reclining position, remounted his face and with a long moan as he buried his mouth back on my pussy, I ripped open his jean shorts and freed the monster I was going to choke on. He was already so hot and hard that I knew getting him down my throat was going to be a monumental task, but I needed to feel him as far down as possible and with a soft growl, I did just that – shoving as much of my mouth down his fuck meat as I could. He moaned heavy in my pussy as I worked up and down his pole repeatedly, moaning and softly choking as I felt his thick cock tip against my reflex and sensing what I needed, my man-child grabbed my head, his mouth still working my pussy over like a pro and shoved his hips upward. He groaned hard as his tip finally made its way down my waiting throat and I began sucking on his cock fast and deep, choking loud as it repeatedly hit the back of my throat. I came in a gush all over his face as I continued working him in my mouth, slipping off of it long enough to run my tongue up and down his balls before snaking my way up the shaft and devouring it again as my own body convulsed on top of him. I was lost at that point, no longer caring that I was in a gut-wrenching orgasm, I wanted him to blow so hard his eyes would roll to the back of his head and I began working my mouth up and down on his cock fast and deep as I worked his shorts down to mid-thigh. As soon as my orgasm subsided, I quickly crawled off his body, pulled his shorts down even further and nestled myself between his open legs. I took hold of his monster in one hand, the other began stroking and gently squeezing his balls and I slipped his cock back in my mouth, sucking and licking on it with a vengeance. I settled in on his own sweet spot, the underside of the tip and as my tongue began licking across it as fast as I could, his body began tightening and his breathing became erratic. I knew I had him on the ropes as he began trembling, his head thrown back and his mouth open as he panted and moaned, his hands digging into the arms of the chair. I grinned to myself as I moved myself around slightly, my hand cupping his balls slipping further down. It was then that I moved in for the kill, settling into a heavy rhythm with my mouth, my head moving up and down on his pole with increased speed and just as he weakly gasped that he was about to blow, I started to ease not just one, but two fingers into his ass. He shouted loud, inhaled deep and started shaking even harder as I kept even pressure on my hand, my soaked mouth working up and down on his cock. I wanted to tell him to relax, but I wasn't about to give up my mouth grip and kept working my hand and mouth together, a thin sheen of sweat now gracing my face as I worked him over. He let out a gruff groan as he suddenly seized under me and as the first wave of his orgasm raced through his body, his cock exploded in my mouth and I quickly began swallowing over and over. He quickly filled my mouth as his orgasm peaked and as I struggled to keep a mouth hold of his cock, I began slipping my fingers in and out, pushing his nerves to the limit. His groan turned into a shout as he continued cumming, filling my mouth with so much of his seed that I had to concentrate to get it down my throat. I quickly licked his sweet spot and it was then that he grabbed my hair and held on for dear life as his orgasm threatened his very sanity. I finished him off by sliding my mouth down as far as I could get it, the tip tickling my reflex as my hand worked methodically in and out and when he finally released the last of his load and collapsed into a heavy pile of twitching muscle, I eased my mouth off of his cock and slipped my fingers free. I stood up after a few moments and left him to his thoughts as I slipped my panties back on and disappeared into the kitchen, retrieving my coffee to take a long drink. Even with the massive load he had sent down my throat, it was still on fire and the cold coffee helped kill the flames. I walked quietly and carefully back into the living room, eyeing him close as I retrieved a cigarette and lit it before sitting down on the couch. I grinned as I took a drink of coffee, he was a complete wreck - he had not moved a muscle and was still heaving as he sat in the chair, his body graced with a beautiful sheen of post orgasmic sweat. I could have engaged him in small talk, but the reality of it was that I knew if we started talking about it, it would get me hot for my man-child all over again and I was cooled off – for the time being. When he finally moved to stand up and pull his shorts, I stood up with him, planted a heavy, deep kiss on him and quietly left the room for my office. I switched on my computer, taking a moment to notice that my hands were trembling and as I opened my latest work, I leaned back against my chair and looked out the window. He had moved over to the pile of brush that he was going to clear off and I smiled as I saw him merely stand in the heat, a shaky hand brushing his hair from his face. Oh, if he only knew what other mind-blowing things I was going to do to him and I grinned evilly as I sat up and began writing. Man-Child Pt. 04 Yes, I realize it has been some time since I had posted anything, you'll just have to forgive me. Sometimes life has a tendency of getting in the way and I'm not immune to such. I'm sure that there are times you are not able to get on this website, read all the filth that we writers post and masturbate until you're satisfied. An ugly fact of life, folks - we can't always be immersed in our sexual fantasies, perversions and fetishes - though deep in my heart I feel this world would be a much better place if we did. Suffice it to say, I am back though for how long you have me remains to be seen - life just might snatch me up and disappear with me deep into the woods again. So where did I leave you....ah yes, my beloved man-child - my greatest work of art. It's not everyday that we stumble across such a specimen worthy of our time and energy, someone willing to shed years of sexual misconceptions and misdirection - someone eager to learn all that you can teach them thus creating the ultimate fuck toy for you and an incredible attentive lover for their future partners. He relished being under my guidance, never questioned my direction once I showed him what can truly be offered and as for myself - I would be remiss if I lied to you, I reveled in his newfound prowess. I often think back to that massive blow I had given him in my previous story and grin at the fact that I didn't just ease that door open, I blew the fucking hinges off of it. We never spoke about it in the days, weeks and months after I had slipped my fingers deep into his ass, but I made it a point every time I had my mouth around his meat to repeat it - each time getting the same response. His loads were getting enormous as I continued to stroke and caress that one very intimate spot on a man's body - their ultimate g-spot as I am fond to call it. There were times I wouldn't be able to swallow it all and would have to pull my mouth away, allowing him to finish off on my tits, face or in my hair. He certainly wasn't quiet about it when he did blow that way, screaming, moaning and panting to the top of his lungs he would string together incoherent sentences in some desperate attempt to convey that not only was he liking what I was doing but that he wanted more. And who am I to refuse that kind of ecstatic release to my Greek god, I would give him more and more - completely drunk and stoned out of my mind when my mouth was full of cock. I did say in my earlier pieces that I am an oral fiend, didn't I? If I didn't, well - you should have known that by now or at least had some thought that I was. It was very late one hot summer night that I was alone and craving his cock that I called him and told him he had ten minutes to get to me. I didn't even get a 'bye' or 'see you in ten minutes' - the line simply went dead and I grinned as I hung up the phone. I slipped into the shower to quickly rinse off before his arrival when an unsettling thought crept up in my brain and sent a shiver down my body - I think we all know that being addicted to something has its merits, I love hot cock in my mouth and down my throat - so much so that it is an addiction and as crazy as this sounds, there's a quiet sense of relief when I'm able to wrap my lips around one and suck it until it explodes. But what got me to stop was one simple fact.... In my work all these months we had become addicted to each other - almost to the point of obsession. The question that still remains in my mind was who had the deeper obsession? I looked at the time and noticed only a couple of minutes had ticked off - clearly this was going to be the longest eight minutes of my life so I quickly wrapped a towel around me, ran a comb through my hair and padded into the living room....five minutes to go. I lit a cigarette, slipped into the kitchen and contemplated where in the house I wanted to suck him off - leading up to this moment there wasn't a room, floor, wall, piece of furniture that wasn't marked by our incessant fuck sessions. For a moment, I thought about meeting him outside and suck him off in the front yard - as late as it was the chances of getting caught was slim to none and even if we did have a voyeur or two, it wouldn't have stopped me from fucking up his little early morning world. I can be quite the exhibitionist if I am in the right mood. My thinking obviously took me out of reality for a bit, I was standing in the kitchen when I heard the door suddenly slam and my name called out. I looked at the time - he had two minutes to spare...good thing he wasn't known to be a quick shooter under extreme circumstances, such as my mouth wrapped around him or he was sinking into my tight, wet pussy. I then made a mental note not to give him that small of a time frame for future reference - under mundane circumstances it takes him fifteen minutes to get to me, he must have broken a half dozen laws to get to me. Granted, there probably wasn't a helluva lot of traffic at that particular hour but he could have gotten into an accident. Unacceptable behavior you cock crazed bitch - get your act together, would you please! It was then the question popped into my head again - who had the deeper obsession? The only light on in the house was the hall light so when he stepped into the kitchen, I almost lost total and complete control of my facilities - ALL of them. My Greek god's darkened silhouette ramped up my need for him by a thousand - he clearly jumped out of bed and straight into his car without getting dressed, he wore his nighttime boxers and I could clearly make out the outline of his gorgeous cock as it strained against the thin material. It was a beautiful sight, awe-inspiring and downright lethal. I needed a few long seconds to gather my wits and thoughts about me, so I made him stand in the kitchen doorway while I worked on cooling myself down enough to keep control of the situation. I look back on it now and realize that at any moment he could have taken all control away from me and even of me - remember that I said early on that I usually am not a dominant person in bed. To the contrary, under the right pair of hands (and gorgeous blue eyes) - I am extremely submissive, very much enjoying the role that my man-child had been in those early years of our relationship. Truthfully, I had it in mind to groom the perfect dominant for myself, relinquishing command of the situation when I felt the time was right. It would come years later, however as I would eventually understand the full extent of what being dominant entails. The role reversal definitely played a deeper part to my submissiveness after we parted ways, I saw the almost spiritual meaning to the subtle give and take in a dominant/submissive relationship and an understanding why it is that dominant men can turn me inside out. He finally spoke in the deepening silence between us, I was again lost in the question that plagued me in those early morning hours and would continue to plague me even now. Asking if I was okay and hearing the quiet concern growing in his voice, I felt a guilty tug in my brain that I was losing myself to the not so quiet voice in my head. I looked over at him, taking in the sight of my shadowy obsession and gave myself over to it as I said nothing to him, I merely grasped a firm hold of his cock and quietly led him down the hall to the bedroom - snapping off the light as we passed the light switch. Just as we entered the bedroom, he again asked if I was okay and I responded quickly by pushing him gently onto the bed and mounted him. The voice in my head finally silenced as I pulled his boxers down, releasing his amazing cock in full glory as he pulled the both of us up to the top of the bed. I wasted no time as I crawled down his legs, positioning myself between them and quickly sunk my mouth onto his hardness - moaning deep as I finally felt that relief. I heard him inhale sharply and then curse the situation as I began to work as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, his legs already beginning to tremble beside me. I was determined to feel the tip in the back of my throat and was making substantial progress when I was suddenly derailed as I felt his hands tighten in my hair. The thought of being distracted from my goal irked me enough that I quickly released my mouth hold and climbed back up his legs as I reached for the belt of my robe. Before he could react, I tied his hands to the bedposts, pulled my towel from me in a huff and repositioned myself between his legs, my mouth again wrapped around his cock. Finally free from his distracting hands, I worked his cock in and out of my mouth for several long moments as he moaned and trembled under me. I would occasionally feel him pull at his hands, attempting to break free as he cussed me out, then beg for more almost in the same breath. My mouth watered constantly as I sucked and licked his cock, driving the both of us mad as I would mouth fuck him in one instant then lick his entire length and tip in another. I dipped down occasionally to lick and suck his balls then quickly plunge down on his cock and when I was finally able to feel the tip tickling the back of my throat, I started to tremble, moan and pant with him. I kept this assault on his cock for almost a solid hour, bringing him to the brink of a massive orgasm before I would pull back and let it subside. He started calling me a bitch under his breath as I teased him relentlessly, his body trembling so hard on so many occasions that the bed would vibrate against the wall and floor. As much as a blow-job is for men, for women like myself that are obsessed with it - in those instances it's more for us than you - sorry to burst your bubble....or in his case, not burst his. I took a quick breather, lifting my head completely from his cock as I took it in both of my hands and worked them up and down. He cussed me out as I let my hands work over his heavy meat as I caught my breath, grinning in the dark as I felt him lift and lower his hips. I had him so worked up that when he spoke, it was completely incoherent - words were missing or out of order and when he realized he wasn't making sense, I reduced him to mere grunts and groans. His cock was entirely too hard, too thick and throbbing so much that I knew when he did cum, it was going to be the longest, deepest and loudest he had ever experienced. It was then that I did something that he certainly wasn't expecting and I knew the neighbors were going to hear all about it. With my hair down to my waist, I released his cock and gathered it in one hand, carefully bent over him and wrapped it around his cock. He did as I expected, shouting loud enough the neighbors three blocks over could have heard if they had been awake and I began stroking his length with a firm grip. His trembling transformed to violent shaking and bucking as I kept stroking his cock with my hair and he seemed to get some form of rational thinking going and begged me to stop teasing him and that he was going to cum in my hair if I didn't. It was then I wrapped my mouth around his cock and if there was ever a time you can actually hear a person's brain snap in two, it was that moment for my man-child. He grew incredibly quiet save for deep, rhythmic panting and I knew I had efficiently scrambled his brain, I knew he was trying to concentrate on which sensation was driving him insane - the soft feel of my hair, the feel of my hot, wet mouth or both. It mattered only softly to me as I mouth fucked him, my hair covered hand working up and down at the same time. He would withstand this onslaught for only so long, when I felt his cock begin to thicken, I quickly released him and sat up. I would keep this up for a very long time - first wrapping my hair around his cock, stroke him, then wrap my mouth around it and fuck until he was about to cum and then release him entirely to cool down. He stopped talking completely at that point, giving himself over to the higher power that was sitting between his legs and torturing his cock repeatedly. I was actually surprising myself that morning, even under the best circumstances I would have finally shown mercy and allow him to blow his load wherever I felt it appropriate then promptly crawled up his body and sat on his face, but I hadn't yet. He would have shown his gratitude by eating and licking my pussy until I had several orgasms, relishing the feel of my clit exploding in his mouth or the way my muscles would contract and release around his tongue as he buried it as deep as he could. I briefly looked out the window at that point and saw just the faintest of light in the sky, I knew that dawn would be breaking soon and I had tortured him long enough. He was actually due to spend the morning with me helping me paint my office and I pushed that chore to the afternoon - he was going to need some time to recover. I looked down at him for a brief moment and smiled - his body still trembling under me I could just barely begin to make out the tension in his arms, chest and torso as I listened to him pant and moan. I ran my hand up and down his belly and chest, marveling at his well defined muscles and tickling the prominent eight pack. It was a gorgeous specimen of man I had in my bed and I couldn't help but feel a small swell of pride over the fact that I had lured him into it. I wasted no more time and quickly swallowed his cock again, listening to him growl as he pushed his hips up. I settled into my finishing rhythm, punishing my mouth, jaws and back of my throat as I fucked him as deep and hard as I could. Realizing that this time he was going to cum, he found his voice and began thanking god repeatedly and loudly, his hips rising high as I pushed my mouth down, the bed now swaying and banging the wall. Even at the pace I had set, it was still going to take a little more time than he had anticipated so I quickly moved into position while we fucked, settling deeper between his legs and reached under my pillow to retrieve the last weapon I was going to use on him that morning. Still a minute or two away from his orgasm and more than enough time to get myself ready, I slipped it gently up to his ass and applied gentle pressure. No bigger than my two fingers and round, he assumed that it was my hand and relaxed as I had taught him. He grunted hard as he felt it slip past his spot and I began easing it in and out as I worked my mouth up and down. He growled deep that he was going to cum and I fucked his cock and ass deeper and longer - milking the mother load out of him at a steady pace. The very second his cock thickened I pushed into his ass one final time, angled my hand to apply pressure to his spot, turned it on and held onto him tight. I know what you're thinking - how rude of me to insert a small vibrator into his ass but as I said in my earlier story, you honestly do not know what you are missing if you've never had your spot stroked by expert fingers and you are clearly missing out on one of the most explosive and complete orgasms of your life if you've never felt a vibrator tickle that very same spot. Before our relationship was over, the man-child grew not to just appreciate that spot but crave the sheer power of his orgasms when I stroked it - as I said earlier, the prostate is the man's g-spot and I know how to manipulate it quite well. Very lucky for him if you know what I'm talking about - no? The force of his orgasm was impressive when it hit, he let out a loud scream as his hips hit the bed hard and his cock literally exploded from the sheer mass of his load. I swallowed as much as I could as he continued to cum, then tore my mouth away, grabbed his cock and allowed him to finish all over my tits which took some time as his balls would continue to empty their contents for several moments. He gave up the last remaining drops with deep groans and his entire body slicked with sweat. I didn't give him any time to recover, now that I had gotten my fill of his cock it was time for me to stop playing around. I slipped the vibrator from him and quickly climbed up his body and straddled his head. He knew what I wanted and groaned deep to give him my pussy and I did, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head towards my open legs as I settled myself down. I moaned loud and shivered hard as I felt that glorious tongue of his slip across my clit and I pulled his head deeper into my pussy as I grabbed the headboard. It wouldn't take long for him to have me moaning and panting above him, my hips suddenly taking on a mind of their own as I rocked them back and forth across his tongue. I told him I was going to cum and he immediately shoved his tongue as deep as he could into my slit, tongue fucking me with every inch of excitement he could give me before he slipped it free and began beating on my clit. I came hard and heavy, almost losing my grip of the headboard as I arched my back, my orgasm threatening my sanity and every last inch of my body. I shivered and moaned as he kept licking my exploding clit, spreading my legs wider to accept his beating tongue and holding onto his head for dear life. He would eat me off to a couple more orgasms, each one wearing me out and wearing me down, finally satisfying the ever present lust for the man I had that morning. When I finally climbed off of his face and untied his hands, we both collapsed on the bed hard, our bodies still deeply throbbing and covered in sweat. The sun finally broke on the horizon, bathing both of us in the warm red glow of a new day. We both were exhausted and it didn't take long for him to slip to sleep, almost in the same position that I had put him in. I could have slept myself but I am one that once the sun breaks and I am awake, I am up for as much of the day as I can take. I slipped off of the bed gently, retrieved the clothes that I wanted to wear for the day and quietly walked into the bathroom for a much needed shower. Wonderful doesn't describe how the water felt that morning and I would spend almost a half an hour languishing in its feel. I didn't want to get out when the time came but I did anyway - the sudden need for iced coffee was too powerful to ignore. I dressed in a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a tank top, piled the endless wet curls on top of my head and slipped into the kitchen to start my day. I got the familiar cold chill across my skin and down my spine as I sipped on my iced breakfast and smoked a cigarette, the voice that had been silent suddenly beginning to whisper that same fucking question. It still haunts me to this day.